"NO!" screamed Duke in fear.
"YES!" screamed Cobra Commander in delight as the genie flew out of the lamp he just rubbed. To his surprise, the genie was a beautiful Arabian woman with dusky brown skin, an ample set of breasts... and a Cobra Officer dress uniform over her curvaceous, well-proportioned body. A blue, long-sleeved uniform shirt with the Cobra logo on it, unbuttoned to reveal her ample cleavage, as well as the standard issue gloves and boots. Her face was covered by a standard-issue Officer mask and her long, raven-colored hair was covered by a helmet. Instead of pants, she wore a blue mini-skirt. From where she hovered, the Commander could see that the beautiful woman wore a set of panties emblazoned with the Cobra logo.
"Greetings Master, I..." the genie trailed off, noticing her outfit. "Huh. This is different."
Cobra Commander grinned. "I see... Your form adapts to your Master," he realized. "Well, I AM YOUR MASTER NOW! And for my first wish, I wish for you to KILL EVERY LAST MEMBER OF G.I. JOE!! AHAHAHAHA!"
Cobra Commander pointed dramatically at G.I. Joe, who began to retreat. There was a long, awkward pause as the genie did absolutely nothing to stop said retreat.
"...They're getting away," Cobra Commander said.
"So they are," the genie said.
"I GAVE YOU AN ORDER!!" the Commander shrieked, the other Cobra soldiers looking at each other in awkward confusion.
The genie sighed. "Oh, good, you're one of THOSE kind of masters... Listen, can we talk back at your base? There are actually some restrictions to my power that you need to know about."
"RESTRICTIONS?!" Cobra Commander shrieked. "What kind of useless genie has RESTRICTIONS?!"
"The kind that can only grant SEXUAL wishes, Master," the genie said. Baroness sneered at this, while the various other Cobra soldiers there got even more confused.
"...Huh?" Cobra Commander said, blinking beneath his hood.
"Look, if I had said, 'I wish for every member of G.I. Joe to fuck each other to death,' I could have granted that," the genie said. "You can still get EVERYTHING you wanted out of me, as you have unlimited wishes, you just need to be creative and make it a sexualized wish."
Cobra Commander stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I wish that all of us and our equipment was back at our base... with all of us having a magazine featuring our favorite pornography in it in our hands," he said, an idea occurring to him.
The genie grinned. "Was that so hard?" she said, raising her hands to snap her fingers. "The name's Ovayah, by the way." A snap, and everyone poofed back to the base, all carrying a magazine with their favorite pornographic pictures in it. Several made their way to their barracks for some private time.
Cobra Commander set his magazine aside for now. He had appeared with his genie in his throne room, Ovayah hovering next to him. "Tell me what you can and can't do," he said, steepling his fingers. "I want to know all your limits before I make full use of you."