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The cat straightened his tie in the mirror, trying to ignore the floating white rabbit, wearing a shiny green vest and matching green fez. This proved to be extra tricky, as the rabbit would not stop giving him a disparaging look and occasionally whimpered.

"Oh God, what? Didn't I wish for your freedom?"

"Yes! You're the best, master. Thank you for the freedom, and I am eternally grateful for the freedom, and I would love to show my gratitude to you. Pleeeeeeeese?"

Rolling his eyes, Brent smoothed his black fur, and then rubbed the whiskers on his white-furred maw. "Can't we do this later? I have a date and he should be here any minute."

"Ooo, is it that palomino fellow? Garry?"

Brent's whiskers twitched. "How do you know that?"

"I was using your computer. You had his dating profile open. He looked like a nice horsie."

"Please don't call him a horsie."

"Sure thing, master."

"And while you're at it, please don't call me master. Please can you just go back in your clock or something? I really don't want to have to explain your presence to him. I just want it to be him and me and hot Italian takeout." Brent licked his paw and patted down a sticking up bit of his headfur, which immediately stood back up after the padding. "This is the second date and I want it to go smoothly. The last thing I need is to explain a weird genie roommate." Brent rubbed his temples and walked to the kitchen. The rabbit genie floated along behind him.

"But I can help, master! Really! I have lots of tricks and stuff! And..."

"I don't need any tricks. I just want to be myself and see if continues to work out. 'kay? I think the first date went well, though I suppose I'm not great at reading people...hell, why am I telling you this?"

"I really really really can help! I've done this tons of times."

"Really?" The cat pulled the take-out pasta out from the stove where it had been warming. He breathed deeply, trying to focus on a happy place, sometime before he bought that genie-infested clock.

"Yes! All the times! And I can help you be irresistible to him."

"I don't think I need him to be obs-wait...why are your paws glowing?"

"Just watch, I'll show you what I mean!" The rabbit's paws glowed brighter and he threw his arms back, as if pulling back to throw something forward.

"Wait! NO I-"

A poof of smoke and the cat disappeared.

"What do you think, master. Isn't that...?" He looks down at a dozen carrots on the kitchen floor, the cat's tie holding them together. "Oh, ur...I don't think that's quite what I had in mind. Sorry, master. Let me see..." He snaps his claws, waves his paws a bit. The carrots remain carrots. "Ur...what was that gesture I used?"

A knock sounded on the door.

"Uh-oh."

Another knock, then a voice called through the door. "Hello, Brent, are you in? I know I'm early."

The rabbit genie cleared his throat and called back in Brent's voice. "Just a moment! I...just need to...finish something." He continued to wave his paws and the carrots continued to not react. He picked up the carrots and placed them on the kitchen table. He took a deep breath and concentrated on the image of the cat, black fur, white muzzle, smartly dressed for the day, twitching whiskers, green eyes and...TAH-DAH!

The carrots were still on the kitchen table, orange and glistening, as if fresh from the market. But the rabbit found he was no longer floating...and he was taller...and his footpaws were on the ground and...he dashed to the bathroom and saw his master's feline face looking back at him, in the same sports jacket and tie Brent had been wearing. Oh no no no no no no. He was really messing this up. Master would never forgive him.

Meanwhile, the carrots felt confused and disjointed, wondering what had happened.

Another knock at the door. "Brent? Are you alright in there?"

The genie rubbed his whisked face and then walked to the door, his long black cat tail twitching along the way. He opened the door and smiled at the horse. "Sorry for the delay! Come in! My master was expec...ur...I mean...I was expecting you. Yes. Me. I was. Hi!"

The horse stared at him a long moment, then entered, still staring at the cat. "Sorry I'm early. Didn't know...you'd be in the middle of something?"

"No. Not in the middle of something. Nothing at all. Everything is good."

"Are you sure? You seem a little harried. I mean...we can do this another night..."

The genie desperately wanted to save this date. It meant so much to his master. But now he was his master and he didn't know how to be his master. What would his master do?

"I think I'm going to go. This..."

The genie wrapped his arms around the palomino and hugged him. "I just missed you so much and I was so nervous I would mess something up."

At first the horse went rigid at the sudden contact, then seemed to relax, and cautiously wrapped his own muscled arms around the cat, and returned the hug. He gave a snorting chuckle. "Didn't know you were that sensitive." He then took the genie by the shoulders and looked down at the nervous cat. "This is just a second date. Don't worry about it."

As the genie looked up at the horse's long face, the golden hue fur, the white mane, the large brown eyes, he felt comforted. He nuzzled against the horse's big velvety nose and purred. The horse hesitated, then nuzzled back, then licked at the cat. The genie paused for a heartbeat, then licked back in kind. Soon they were kissing. They hugged again, then started rubbing, and their paws started to wander.

The genie started losing track of actions and reactions. Only fragmented details remained as they made their way to the bedroom, clothes pulled away, and bodies intertwined into blissful ecstasy. Somewhere in between, the genie noted that being the master felt nice.

O O O

Garry woke up. It took a few moments to pull up the events of the previous evening. He'd come to have dinner for a second date at Brent's. The cat had acted odd, then kissed him.

Everything went down from there, down onto the bed more accurately. The horse couldn't really get his mind around this sudden and unexpected development, and yet he didn't find the experience really dissatisfying either. He just hadn't pegged Brent to be one to just dive into sex like that onto the second date. The first date had been very casual and understated and not too notable. This one had a few pages of notable content. He looked over at Brent, who purred in his sleep.

The horse's stomach grumbled. The feline stirred, though did not wake. Garry removed himself from under the cat's draped arm and exited the bed. As quietly as possible, he found his boxers and exited the room. He did not want to leave the cat's warm body, but he also didn't want his stomach to wake the cat. In the passion of the moment, they never got back to the purpose of the evening: dinner, and now the equine had more primal needs than sex satisfied.

He found the lasagna on the stove. Though vegetarian lasagna, the dried out cheese and lukewarm nature of the dish did not appeal to Garry's appetite. He sniffed. Wait. He turned around and looked to the kitchen table. Sitting in the middle lie a dozen fresh carrots, which seemed to be kept together by a red tie.

"Odd," Garry murmured, though licking his lips as he neared the orange veggies, the smell filling his large nostrils, causing his stomach to grumble again. Brent must have gotten these for a side dish. Well, he would hate to let them go to waste. It wasn't as if the cat's pallet would put the carrots to good use. The horse rubbed his hooved digits together.

O O O

Brent felt strange still. disoriented and confused. He still couldn't move. After the genie had put him on the table, then for some reason appeared to change into a feline copy of him, the genie had left and not returned. He had heard muted sounds of something going on, but his sense of hearing appeared to be oddly diminished and muted in his current state. What had happened to him?

All he could do was stare at the ceiling as night fell and light dimmed. He'd almost fallen into some state of sleep when the kitchen light clicked on, and a horse in just boxers wandered into the room to the stove. He quickly recognized the palamo as Garry and tried to call out to him. Soon, the horse turned towards him, and Brent thought he'd been heard.

"Oh, thank god. I don't know how to explain this. I have a crazy genie roommate who is-can you hear me?"

He saw Gerry reach down towards him with a hooved hand and...pick part of him up. Disorientation increased as part of him pulled up towards the horse's now huge nose and was sniffed. "Mmm...these carrots must be fresh. Very nice of Brent to get these..."

"Wait...carrots. NO!"

O O O

The genie woke up. He found a large arm draped over him, muscled, golden fur, then he remembered last night. He wriggled back against the body of the nice horsie. Such a nice night.

The horse stirred, and whickered softly. "Morning," he whispered, nuzzling the top of the cat's head.

"Sleep good?"

"Urmhmm..." the horse murmured, obviously still half asleep, "Hope you didn't mind grabbed a snack from the kitchen. So nice of you to get those carrots for me." He licked at the cat's ears.

The cat stiffened. "The...carrots? Did you eat them all?"

The horse doesn't notice the felines reaction and panicked voice, and keeps cuddling against the warm cat. "Umm...yeah. Was really hungry. Really tasty..." The horse's breathing slowed, muscles relaxed, and the genie realized that horse had fallen back to sleep, leaving him trapped in the equine's comforting embrace, leaving him with the sinking realization that his master was currently in the horse's stomach, which gave a disconcerting gurgle.

Brent might be a little annoyed.

O O O

Brent sat at the kitchen table, a large glass of milk vodka in his paw. Every few minutes he lifted the glass to his muzzle and lapped.

The genie, still looking like a copy of Brent, sat down next to him. "Sorry about..."

"Don't wanna talk about it," Brent hissed.

"I mean, I didn't know that he would..."

"Did you hear me?"

"I mean, sorry that I had to wait until..."

"AH DA DA DA DA DA DA!" Brent made this noise while covering his ears.

The genie sighed. "Fine. I'm still sorry. Are you sure you don't want to go on this date? He's really a nice guy."

"Yes. I'm sure he is. But I might be a little distracted during dinner by the fact HE RECENTLY ATE ME."

"You do have a point there. I do feel bad about this deception. For all he knows, I'm actually you."

Brent took a deep swig of the milk vodka, then turned to the genie, getting a weird rush of dizziness from being buzzed and seeing his own face looking back at him, looking rather more pathetic than he ever wanted himself to look. His mood softened, and he placed a paw on the genie's shoulder. "I know. This wasn't your fault. You were just trying to help. I just need time to...ur...digest what happened. You know what would make me happy right now?"

The genie's ears perked, and Brent could almost see the spells flashing behind the feline's expression. "What? What would?"

"Go out and be happy for me. You look like me, you may as well have fun with me or you or whatever. Then I can be happy by proxy." He rubbed the genie's left ear in that way Brent knew that Brent liked, and the genie purred.

Brent's phone beeped. The genie grabbed it. "Garry's outside in the car. Thanks so much, master!" He hugged Brent, who, with a sigh, hugged back. Brent watched his doppleganger run out of the apartment.

He flopped on the couch, picked up the remote, and clicked on the TV.

A rabbit in an apron appeared on the screen. "Welcome to Cooking with Carrots!" Various clips of carrots being cooked showed on the screen, ending with the rabbit taking a big bite out of a huge carrot. Brent's claw hovered the power switch, before he slowly lowered the remote and watched the show, tail twitching.