*THERE IS A STORY UNDER THE DESCRIPTION*
It has been a long while since I got myself a commission from SnakeGalSkye snakegalskye and I am happy to share this with all of you.
I love Animal Crossing as an idea. I played the original Gamecube release to death and partook in the original DS entry as well, enjoying the simple but satisfying gameplay and concept behind the series. However, the next entries did not really pull me in as there wasn't much new and exciting stuff that was added. I fell off the bandwagon...but the newer one seems filled with new ideas and great concepts and I must say I'm stoked to get it on March 20th. As such, I felt like a little celebration was in order...so I went on to ask one of Isabelle's biggest fan to draw her as a genie for me and this is the result.
I merely went on to ask Skye to draw Isabelle as a genie, giving no further instructions and she was ablaze with ideas and passionate about the project. The thickness of it, the smoke, her outfit, the colors and even the text here is nothing short of amazing, giving our favorite wholesome dog-gal a sexy treatment without sacrificing too much what makes her appealing in the first place. It's a lovely design and I hope you'll enjoy it all too.
And of course, I went on to write a story for it, which you can read right here...
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GENIE CROSSING
That package did not look good.
It had been obviously not handled with care as it was banged up in several places, torn a little and Isabelle feared for the contents within as the delivery boy, a fox, only took her signature and scrammed right there on the spot, leaving her with the unfortunate situation as she checked the label to see just who it was for and who sent it. It was for the mayor and the sender... Redd's online extravaganza emporium. Crazy Redd as some, including the fox himself, liked to call him. Apparently he had set up an online version of his stall, complete with packaging and shipping...yet it seemed to be lacking in several qualities like proper care and attention. She never did like him very much, having once bought a bottle of “whisky” from him which turned out to be a beautiful glass container containing cheap beer and honey mixed together. She hoped that he wouldn't dare swindle the mayor, though, as she picked up the package and placed it on her desk, the mayor still not here as he was assuredly still working hard to make Sequin Town the best place possible. She sighed as she looked at what he had received and hoped very much that things would be okay, as he hadn't earned such treatment.
He was such a hard-worker, diligent, kind to the citizens and always happy to help. He was truly a wonderful addition to the town and she was very proud to be his secretary, to assist in any way she could with a smile on her face. However, this whole busted box would not do as she opted to file a complaint herself should the content be broken or damaged in any way. It was the least she could do to help out the dutiful mayor and his exemplary behavior. She picked up scissors and went on to cut at the excessive amount of tape, removing it with as much care as she could muster as she began to wonder just what was inside, what the mayor did order. A piece of art? Some furniture? A bottle of aged scotch for his lovely and lively secretary? That last theory made her blush a little as she tried to snap out of her reverie. She opened it up to finally reveal what was inside, which turned out to be a peculiar, yet amusing item.
An oil lamp.
It seemed like it was from the Arabian Nights, made of bronze, with the handle, spout, base and everything. One quick inspection made it seem that it was not actually scratched or even bumped in any way, the object pristine and definitely undamaged which made her sigh with relief. She felt a little bad in going through someone's mail like this, but she had been furious enough to want nothing but the best for the mayor. Satisfied with this, she began to wonder if she should fess up and admit that she opened the package or try to seal it up again and act like nothing happened. The latter would avoid her some trouble, but honesty was also the best solution she felt. However, as she pondered upon this, she realized that there was a spot on the lamp which was slightly dirty. Using her paw, she chuckled as she began to wonder if a genie would pop out as she rubbed it, the thought of that new item being sent dirty to the mayor being rather inexcusable. As she did so, however, the lamp began to shine brightly and shook, startling Isabelle as she thought that perhaps her scenario had some truth to it. Had the mayor ordered a genie lamp? Did he know? Those questions seemed a little secondary in terms of importance when it came to the single most important one: what was happening?
The lamp's spout went on to release some mist from its spout, faint and with the slightest tint of teal in its color and jasmine in its scent as Isabelle smelled it and felt rather amazed. Was it an air freshener shaped like a lamp? Yet that question got its answer quite quickly as the mist kept on pouring until it turned into a thick cloud of smoke which filled the entire mayor's office, swirling around as it enveloped everything, yet did not touch her for some reason. Thinking that perhaps she had summoned a genie, one who might be meant for the mayor, she felt bad as she tried to reason with that smoke...or maybe with the lamp, she wasn't sure. “Oh please, do take care. I wouldn't want the mayor to see a mess in his office,” she said, pleading gently as she seemed a little stressed, a little embarrassed as this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't opened that package on her own initiative. She felt terrible about this, thinking of how she might disappoint the mayor with her behavior...and yet the smoke relented as it swirled around her, reduced in effect and in size. It almost looked like a thick serpent now, one coiling around her, avoiding what Isabelle asked for as she sighed slightly in relief, when tension rose anew when she felt that the smoke was observing her instead. “Hmmm...thank you. Is there anything I can do to help you?”
No response came, yet it seemed to respond to her voice nevertheless as the smoke coiled itself around her, yet there was no pressure, no harm, nothing that could actually endanger her in this act. Far from it, it felt warm, pleasant, with a fragrance of jasmine that was wonderful to her heigthened sense of smell as she sighed and thought that perhaps there was a way to fix this, to make it so everything would be fine. She opted to speak up anew, opening her mouth, yet some smoke slipped in as she coughed slightly, her lungs on fire for the briefest of instant until that same warmth, that pleasantness coursed through her veins and within her body. It made her feel slightly euphoric, as if slightly drunk, yet in a very good way as she giggled. She took another intake of that sweet aroma, of that flowery scent and it made her feel dizzy, caught in a blissful daze as without being truly aware of it some of that smoke went on to invade her nostrils as well. She relaxed, her tension dropping significantly to make way for some more of that calm and peaceful stance that was developing, removing any anxiety and stress from her mind. The smoke was like a gentle friend, a careful lover whose embrace was potent yet sumptuous. Half-meaning to do so, her actions a little confused much like her intent, she breathed in and out with her mouth and nose, sucking and absorbing copious amounts of that teal smoke in the process as she began to slouch over, her eyes glazed, half-empty in terms of intelligence while a smile formed on her face. This was divine, incredible even, as she felt her body being invaded by the smoke and she didn't feel any animosity, any danger to her being, only the pure caress of ecstasy within her body and her mind.
And then she felt it, a connection with the lamp. It encouraged her to smell, to taste, to enjoy this. It seemed a little weird that she knew the lamp was talking to her, that it was so positive and fun, yet also filled with an air of authority that made it seem like the best of ideas to go along with what it suggested. The taste on her tongue filled her mouth entirely, the tiniest tinge of bitterness bound in the sweetest of flavor as she felt like if it was cotton candy she'd possibly only eat this from now on. The smell was getting richer too, addictive even, as subtleties went on to reveal themselves as her mind was beginning to turn teal, empty and yet this was not distressful in any conceivable way. This was a good thing, an excellent development as the lamp reassured her that she would be happy, taken care of, that she'd be a very useful and valued person. This made her smile even more, her mind emptying as she felt the lamp pulsate, sending waves of energy toward her as she was pulled toward it. She took one step forward, then another as she giggled and wanted more. The lamp was her friend, her companion, and she would do anything to help out. It needed her, wanted her and together they would be complete and with this she knew what she needed to do. Everything felt unimportant right now, not the package nor the weirdness of the situation. Instead, she blissfully followed silent yet detailed instructions sent toward her brain, now fully teal and happy, as the lamp turned its spout toward her and absorbed the smoke and mist back.
She felt an incredible pull, one much more physical as she had taken in so much smoke that it was part of her and thus the lamp could suck her in. She felt her body turn into a gaseous form, her solid shape beginning to dissipate as her feet were no longer on the ground, instead brought inside the lamp as it reassured her that this was meant to be, that this was destiny at play and she'd be forever content, full of joy and that she'd spread it to others too. She believed it wholeheartedly as the color teal filled her own glazed eyes, herself caught in the deepest and most enjoyable trance while her legs turned into a tail of smoke and mist, teal-colored like the smoke. Then, it was her waist' turn, which was followed by her belly, her torso and then finally her head as her arms and her hands had long since been sucked inside the bronze lamp. The office was now empty, Isabelle no longer in the physical world, but she was still very much existent, caught inside another dimension inside her beloved friend and owner, the genie's lamp.
She was smoke incarnate now, power being bestowed upon her as she had a great affinity with the lamp. It required an avatar to make others happy, to spread wishes across the world, the universe even, yet hadn't acquired one until Isabelle came along. She would be its genie, an entity of power and mystical properties, and in return it would make her happy and beloved. Isabelle absorbed not only this information, but also an uncanny amount of power as her shape, her very being, was being transformed. Adapting to this new reality, her mind stretched with capacities and possibilities while it not just accepted, but adored the idea of servitude, of submission. Ever servile, eager to please and just benevolent in general, her own psyche was perfectly fit for that role and it took no effort at all, no convincing to make it so Isabelle felt nothing but glee in this hypnotic state of mind. She would change lives, make things better and this was all she ever wanted as the lamp was imprinted on her soul, on the very essence of her being. She knew what she was now...
A genie.
And thus as she got powerful beyond compare, learned all the rules and limitations, the formulas and the gist of all things of djinnhood, she felt a pull, an irresistible call as she knew instinctively that she was being summoned. Her first invocation, her first call to make lives better as she rushed in and went on to eject herself from the smoke, yellow and teal smoke being her form yet she needed to be made solid and manifest, to have a firm shape for herself. The lamp sent her suggestions and she accepted them as she coalesced and then went on to adapt herself to this new reality and paradigm as she went on to create a body first. Her legs, now slightly thicker, especially in the thigh area, formed first as her dainty feet touched the ground. Then, her waist and hips popped out, larger and more generous, more curvaceous to go with a more preeminent belly. Her abdomen rose as did her chest, her breasts rounder and more enticing while her arms, shoulders and neck formed. Her head and hair were the last thing to be completed as her dog body, her fur and delicate frame were made slightly thicker, more alluring to the eye as her glazed eyes and her smile appeared in their full beauty.
However, she was also naked and thus it took but a single second to take care of that. Pantaloons with opening for her hips and the side of her thighs formed, accompanied by a bronze belt, a loincloth to the front and curved slippers to go forth and clothe up her legs and waistline. Her large hips were on full display, little lead-shaped coins adorning her thin belt as her belly went on to stay bare save for a bronze gem lodged inside her navel, to add some titillation to it. Sleeves adorned her lower arms, tight and yet flexible as they went from her elbows to her wrists, bronze bracelets half-floating and spinning slightly around those same wrists to add some variety to it all. Her chest was the next thing to be covered, a low-cut top attaching itself to her back and front while a neat little bow was placed right in front of her cleavage, putting the slightest of emphasis on it. The last thing that appeared were piercing in her large falling ears, teal gems sparkling subtly as her head adjusted itself while she witnessed the mix of beige, yellow, teal and bronze which she showcased magnificently. She looked stunning and she knew as she smiled in a gentle and caring fashion, the whole formation of her shape and vestments taking but ten seconds yet during all this time all she knew was satisfaction and bliss as she placed the palms of her hands before her, then bowed.
“I am the genie of the lamp. I am yours to command~”
Those words came out naturally, the fantasy of being a genie being extremely potent as they just sent pleasant waves through her mind and body. She meant it and as she looked at who rubbed the lamp, she recognized the mayor as he looked stupefied, his surprise and shock being rather funny to watch as he was checking her out in a very unsubtle way and she loved it. The mayor...No...Her master was definitely not expecting this and thankfully she'd do everything to make him feel comforted and loved. The first thing he did was ask how this came to be and she answered, the truth flowing naturally as it always did when it came to her, her honesty perhaps one of her most respected trait. She told him of the package, of the accident, of rubbing the lamp and of being blissful, of that smoke, of that need for obedience and how she was glad that he was the one to summon her and it was all true. It felt liberating to tell it all, but also to be earnest in ways that even she could not manage. She admired him so and to be his genie felt like a dream come true.
But she could feel his hesitation, his reluctance. He did not like the idea of having a slave, someone whose will was subservient to his entirely. She could feel his attraction to her, his desire to see her like this, to enjoy this development and yet he seemed mistaken about her lack of free will. Yes, she knew she was brainwashed, hypnotized into loving this even more than what might be possible, but she was ultimately very happy and as thoughts of freeing her crossed his mind, their connection making it so she was able to anticipate his needs, she opted to convince him thoroughly as her form which had been floating above the floor went on to touch the ground while she took on a stance.
“Do not worry, master~” Isabelle said, that last word still bringing in chills and pleasantness in her entire being as she went on to look into his eyes, seeing ambiguity and perhaps a touch of appreciation fill him, his emotions like an open book to her heigthened senses. The lamp told her how to best persuade him that her becoming a genie was the best development. And thus she rose her hands and began to dance, her arms locking themselves above her head while she gave him a sultry look. “And just watch me~”
At first she bumped her hips to the side, letting her ample flesh jiggle slightly as instructions and knowledge came pouring in from the lamp, her trustworthy and beloved ally in this. The art of baladi, of belly dancing, would suit her well as she saw how her master's gaze locked onto her form as she'd just slightly mesmerize him, use her powers for his benefit in a slightly selfish but benevolent way to ensure that everything would turn out fine for him too.
“Just gaze and let yourself watch the beauty on display, the marvels that the lamp gave me...and that could be yours~” Isabelle said, her tone sensual and slow as she took on a different stance, moving one leg forward while she undulated her belly forward a few times, then inward, then forward again to create a chaotic, yet sexy pattern for her master to appreciate as the bronze gem inside her nave sparkled. Her supple and generous flesh sent waves of pure playful and teasing qualities as she smiled earnestly, sexily, all for the benefit of her master as his eyes were locked upon her performance, which pleased her greatly. “Imagine all that you could do with a genie by your side...especially one like me, the one you've fallen in love with~”
She knew of his deep attraction and she enjoyed it greatly as she spun her arms and twirled her hands above her head while she softly bounced her hips in bump-like fashion while she went for slow undulations still, her form a ripple of absolute appeal as her body shone slightly, her power radiating through her skin and fur while she felt her influence on her master's mind, giving him very small and subtle suggestions that he did want this and that she wanted it too, that everyone was either secretly wishing for this to happen or were clear and consenting to this. The fact that he loved to watch her dance and that she adored the act of performing for it sealed it.
“I can be so much more than your secretary. I could be your assistant, your tool, your friend, your lover, your slave...All of it rolled into it as your own personal genie~” Isabelle continued, giving him a look which spoke perhaps more eloquently than anything she said, yet which came second to the passion and care she put into this dance as she went slightly faster with her bumps, going for slow yet maintained shimmies as she spun around softly and carefully, letting her master see her beauty from all angles. “But more than that, it is what I desire most...And I know you want it too~”
She could feel a trance growing, doubts being gently set aside within his mind as he came to slowly accept that she was truthful and that it could be downright amazing to have a genie by her side...But more than that it was the idea of her being his that was more effective than anything else. Visions of her loveliness, of her harem-girl-like outfit and that sumptuous midriff, of her chest, of her loveliness combined with her winning personality made it simply impossible to resist as he was slightly hypnotized yet utterly seduced.
“The title of mayor and the job it comes with is nice and suits you, but you could use my help and my presence to make things so much better not just for you, but for everyone...including me~” Isabelle said, going for his sense of duty and belonging to Sequin Town as he began to smile in a blissful fashion, bronze, teal and yellow filling his eyes. She placed her arms behind her head and then went on to form a wide arc with her hips, swaying them with a little push forward to create a half-circle while she rolled her belly in a sensual and teasing manner. “You want what is best for everyone just like I do...and being my master would be the best not just for you but for me as well, don't you think?”
He couldn't help but agree, his mind slightly pliable yet it did not take too much effort to really convince him. Her dance, his hidden desires and his love for her all did the heavy lifting, those suggestions merely helping in balancing things out, prodding them into the open. Yes, he could be the mayor...but also her master.
“You're right, master does sound better,” Isabelle said, supporting and encouraging such thoughts as she then moved closer to him, stopping her dance as she kissed his cheek, chuckling softly as she saw how much in a daze he was. “And that is what you'll be from now on, yes? What you truly want...So let's wake you up and make this a reality for the both of us~”
SNAP!
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Sequin Town was a true paradise.
No weeds, a calming and soothing peacefulness, plenty of events, friendly people and abundance for all. It was a magical place, one in which everything could be made real it seemed. There wasn't a single soul there that wasn't happy as life was good in this place and it was all thanks to the mayor and his much-respected and beloved wife. The two of them worked so arduously, so diligently that it was hard not to respect and admire them both. They were a lovely couple, with the two of them devoted to each other. None knew how they managed everything just by their lonesome, but it did not matter so long as everything was fine and they always were.
None suspected, nor would they ever suspect, the bond between master and slave between those two, of how they both relished and adored this dynamic between themselves, of how Isabelle was the true wonder here as the genie serving the mayor and Sequin Town to the best of her abilities. In the past she was a hard worker who wished only for people to be happy and to be part of a larger community...But now she was a genie and such projects would easily be completed thanks to the wishes of her master and husband. Everything was truly fine...
And she wouldn't change a single thing about it.
It has been a long while since I got myself a commission from SnakeGalSkye snakegalskye and I am happy to share this with all of you.
I love Animal Crossing as an idea. I played the original Gamecube release to death and partook in the original DS entry as well, enjoying the simple but satisfying gameplay and concept behind the series. However, the next entries did not really pull me in as there wasn't much new and exciting stuff that was added. I fell off the bandwagon...but the newer one seems filled with new ideas and great concepts and I must say I'm stoked to get it on March 20th. As such, I felt like a little celebration was in order...so I went on to ask one of Isabelle's biggest fan to draw her as a genie for me and this is the result.
I merely went on to ask Skye to draw Isabelle as a genie, giving no further instructions and she was ablaze with ideas and passionate about the project. The thickness of it, the smoke, her outfit, the colors and even the text here is nothing short of amazing, giving our favorite wholesome dog-gal a sexy treatment without sacrificing too much what makes her appealing in the first place. It's a lovely design and I hope you'll enjoy it all too.
And of course, I went on to write a story for it, which you can read right here...
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GENIE CROSSING
That package did not look good.
It had been obviously not handled with care as it was banged up in several places, torn a little and Isabelle feared for the contents within as the delivery boy, a fox, only took her signature and scrammed right there on the spot, leaving her with the unfortunate situation as she checked the label to see just who it was for and who sent it. It was for the mayor and the sender... Redd's online extravaganza emporium. Crazy Redd as some, including the fox himself, liked to call him. Apparently he had set up an online version of his stall, complete with packaging and shipping...yet it seemed to be lacking in several qualities like proper care and attention. She never did like him very much, having once bought a bottle of “whisky” from him which turned out to be a beautiful glass container containing cheap beer and honey mixed together. She hoped that he wouldn't dare swindle the mayor, though, as she picked up the package and placed it on her desk, the mayor still not here as he was assuredly still working hard to make Sequin Town the best place possible. She sighed as she looked at what he had received and hoped very much that things would be okay, as he hadn't earned such treatment.
He was such a hard-worker, diligent, kind to the citizens and always happy to help. He was truly a wonderful addition to the town and she was very proud to be his secretary, to assist in any way she could with a smile on her face. However, this whole busted box would not do as she opted to file a complaint herself should the content be broken or damaged in any way. It was the least she could do to help out the dutiful mayor and his exemplary behavior. She picked up scissors and went on to cut at the excessive amount of tape, removing it with as much care as she could muster as she began to wonder just what was inside, what the mayor did order. A piece of art? Some furniture? A bottle of aged scotch for his lovely and lively secretary? That last theory made her blush a little as she tried to snap out of her reverie. She opened it up to finally reveal what was inside, which turned out to be a peculiar, yet amusing item.
An oil lamp.
It seemed like it was from the Arabian Nights, made of bronze, with the handle, spout, base and everything. One quick inspection made it seem that it was not actually scratched or even bumped in any way, the object pristine and definitely undamaged which made her sigh with relief. She felt a little bad in going through someone's mail like this, but she had been furious enough to want nothing but the best for the mayor. Satisfied with this, she began to wonder if she should fess up and admit that she opened the package or try to seal it up again and act like nothing happened. The latter would avoid her some trouble, but honesty was also the best solution she felt. However, as she pondered upon this, she realized that there was a spot on the lamp which was slightly dirty. Using her paw, she chuckled as she began to wonder if a genie would pop out as she rubbed it, the thought of that new item being sent dirty to the mayor being rather inexcusable. As she did so, however, the lamp began to shine brightly and shook, startling Isabelle as she thought that perhaps her scenario had some truth to it. Had the mayor ordered a genie lamp? Did he know? Those questions seemed a little secondary in terms of importance when it came to the single most important one: what was happening?
The lamp's spout went on to release some mist from its spout, faint and with the slightest tint of teal in its color and jasmine in its scent as Isabelle smelled it and felt rather amazed. Was it an air freshener shaped like a lamp? Yet that question got its answer quite quickly as the mist kept on pouring until it turned into a thick cloud of smoke which filled the entire mayor's office, swirling around as it enveloped everything, yet did not touch her for some reason. Thinking that perhaps she had summoned a genie, one who might be meant for the mayor, she felt bad as she tried to reason with that smoke...or maybe with the lamp, she wasn't sure. “Oh please, do take care. I wouldn't want the mayor to see a mess in his office,” she said, pleading gently as she seemed a little stressed, a little embarrassed as this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't opened that package on her own initiative. She felt terrible about this, thinking of how she might disappoint the mayor with her behavior...and yet the smoke relented as it swirled around her, reduced in effect and in size. It almost looked like a thick serpent now, one coiling around her, avoiding what Isabelle asked for as she sighed slightly in relief, when tension rose anew when she felt that the smoke was observing her instead. “Hmmm...thank you. Is there anything I can do to help you?”
No response came, yet it seemed to respond to her voice nevertheless as the smoke coiled itself around her, yet there was no pressure, no harm, nothing that could actually endanger her in this act. Far from it, it felt warm, pleasant, with a fragrance of jasmine that was wonderful to her heigthened sense of smell as she sighed and thought that perhaps there was a way to fix this, to make it so everything would be fine. She opted to speak up anew, opening her mouth, yet some smoke slipped in as she coughed slightly, her lungs on fire for the briefest of instant until that same warmth, that pleasantness coursed through her veins and within her body. It made her feel slightly euphoric, as if slightly drunk, yet in a very good way as she giggled. She took another intake of that sweet aroma, of that flowery scent and it made her feel dizzy, caught in a blissful daze as without being truly aware of it some of that smoke went on to invade her nostrils as well. She relaxed, her tension dropping significantly to make way for some more of that calm and peaceful stance that was developing, removing any anxiety and stress from her mind. The smoke was like a gentle friend, a careful lover whose embrace was potent yet sumptuous. Half-meaning to do so, her actions a little confused much like her intent, she breathed in and out with her mouth and nose, sucking and absorbing copious amounts of that teal smoke in the process as she began to slouch over, her eyes glazed, half-empty in terms of intelligence while a smile formed on her face. This was divine, incredible even, as she felt her body being invaded by the smoke and she didn't feel any animosity, any danger to her being, only the pure caress of ecstasy within her body and her mind.
And then she felt it, a connection with the lamp. It encouraged her to smell, to taste, to enjoy this. It seemed a little weird that she knew the lamp was talking to her, that it was so positive and fun, yet also filled with an air of authority that made it seem like the best of ideas to go along with what it suggested. The taste on her tongue filled her mouth entirely, the tiniest tinge of bitterness bound in the sweetest of flavor as she felt like if it was cotton candy she'd possibly only eat this from now on. The smell was getting richer too, addictive even, as subtleties went on to reveal themselves as her mind was beginning to turn teal, empty and yet this was not distressful in any conceivable way. This was a good thing, an excellent development as the lamp reassured her that she would be happy, taken care of, that she'd be a very useful and valued person. This made her smile even more, her mind emptying as she felt the lamp pulsate, sending waves of energy toward her as she was pulled toward it. She took one step forward, then another as she giggled and wanted more. The lamp was her friend, her companion, and she would do anything to help out. It needed her, wanted her and together they would be complete and with this she knew what she needed to do. Everything felt unimportant right now, not the package nor the weirdness of the situation. Instead, she blissfully followed silent yet detailed instructions sent toward her brain, now fully teal and happy, as the lamp turned its spout toward her and absorbed the smoke and mist back.
She felt an incredible pull, one much more physical as she had taken in so much smoke that it was part of her and thus the lamp could suck her in. She felt her body turn into a gaseous form, her solid shape beginning to dissipate as her feet were no longer on the ground, instead brought inside the lamp as it reassured her that this was meant to be, that this was destiny at play and she'd be forever content, full of joy and that she'd spread it to others too. She believed it wholeheartedly as the color teal filled her own glazed eyes, herself caught in the deepest and most enjoyable trance while her legs turned into a tail of smoke and mist, teal-colored like the smoke. Then, it was her waist' turn, which was followed by her belly, her torso and then finally her head as her arms and her hands had long since been sucked inside the bronze lamp. The office was now empty, Isabelle no longer in the physical world, but she was still very much existent, caught inside another dimension inside her beloved friend and owner, the genie's lamp.
She was smoke incarnate now, power being bestowed upon her as she had a great affinity with the lamp. It required an avatar to make others happy, to spread wishes across the world, the universe even, yet hadn't acquired one until Isabelle came along. She would be its genie, an entity of power and mystical properties, and in return it would make her happy and beloved. Isabelle absorbed not only this information, but also an uncanny amount of power as her shape, her very being, was being transformed. Adapting to this new reality, her mind stretched with capacities and possibilities while it not just accepted, but adored the idea of servitude, of submission. Ever servile, eager to please and just benevolent in general, her own psyche was perfectly fit for that role and it took no effort at all, no convincing to make it so Isabelle felt nothing but glee in this hypnotic state of mind. She would change lives, make things better and this was all she ever wanted as the lamp was imprinted on her soul, on the very essence of her being. She knew what she was now...
A genie.
And thus as she got powerful beyond compare, learned all the rules and limitations, the formulas and the gist of all things of djinnhood, she felt a pull, an irresistible call as she knew instinctively that she was being summoned. Her first invocation, her first call to make lives better as she rushed in and went on to eject herself from the smoke, yellow and teal smoke being her form yet she needed to be made solid and manifest, to have a firm shape for herself. The lamp sent her suggestions and she accepted them as she coalesced and then went on to adapt herself to this new reality and paradigm as she went on to create a body first. Her legs, now slightly thicker, especially in the thigh area, formed first as her dainty feet touched the ground. Then, her waist and hips popped out, larger and more generous, more curvaceous to go with a more preeminent belly. Her abdomen rose as did her chest, her breasts rounder and more enticing while her arms, shoulders and neck formed. Her head and hair were the last thing to be completed as her dog body, her fur and delicate frame were made slightly thicker, more alluring to the eye as her glazed eyes and her smile appeared in their full beauty.
However, she was also naked and thus it took but a single second to take care of that. Pantaloons with opening for her hips and the side of her thighs formed, accompanied by a bronze belt, a loincloth to the front and curved slippers to go forth and clothe up her legs and waistline. Her large hips were on full display, little lead-shaped coins adorning her thin belt as her belly went on to stay bare save for a bronze gem lodged inside her navel, to add some titillation to it. Sleeves adorned her lower arms, tight and yet flexible as they went from her elbows to her wrists, bronze bracelets half-floating and spinning slightly around those same wrists to add some variety to it all. Her chest was the next thing to be covered, a low-cut top attaching itself to her back and front while a neat little bow was placed right in front of her cleavage, putting the slightest of emphasis on it. The last thing that appeared were piercing in her large falling ears, teal gems sparkling subtly as her head adjusted itself while she witnessed the mix of beige, yellow, teal and bronze which she showcased magnificently. She looked stunning and she knew as she smiled in a gentle and caring fashion, the whole formation of her shape and vestments taking but ten seconds yet during all this time all she knew was satisfaction and bliss as she placed the palms of her hands before her, then bowed.
“I am the genie of the lamp. I am yours to command~”
Those words came out naturally, the fantasy of being a genie being extremely potent as they just sent pleasant waves through her mind and body. She meant it and as she looked at who rubbed the lamp, she recognized the mayor as he looked stupefied, his surprise and shock being rather funny to watch as he was checking her out in a very unsubtle way and she loved it. The mayor...No...Her master was definitely not expecting this and thankfully she'd do everything to make him feel comforted and loved. The first thing he did was ask how this came to be and she answered, the truth flowing naturally as it always did when it came to her, her honesty perhaps one of her most respected trait. She told him of the package, of the accident, of rubbing the lamp and of being blissful, of that smoke, of that need for obedience and how she was glad that he was the one to summon her and it was all true. It felt liberating to tell it all, but also to be earnest in ways that even she could not manage. She admired him so and to be his genie felt like a dream come true.
But she could feel his hesitation, his reluctance. He did not like the idea of having a slave, someone whose will was subservient to his entirely. She could feel his attraction to her, his desire to see her like this, to enjoy this development and yet he seemed mistaken about her lack of free will. Yes, she knew she was brainwashed, hypnotized into loving this even more than what might be possible, but she was ultimately very happy and as thoughts of freeing her crossed his mind, their connection making it so she was able to anticipate his needs, she opted to convince him thoroughly as her form which had been floating above the floor went on to touch the ground while she took on a stance.
“Do not worry, master~” Isabelle said, that last word still bringing in chills and pleasantness in her entire being as she went on to look into his eyes, seeing ambiguity and perhaps a touch of appreciation fill him, his emotions like an open book to her heigthened senses. The lamp told her how to best persuade him that her becoming a genie was the best development. And thus she rose her hands and began to dance, her arms locking themselves above her head while she gave him a sultry look. “And just watch me~”
At first she bumped her hips to the side, letting her ample flesh jiggle slightly as instructions and knowledge came pouring in from the lamp, her trustworthy and beloved ally in this. The art of baladi, of belly dancing, would suit her well as she saw how her master's gaze locked onto her form as she'd just slightly mesmerize him, use her powers for his benefit in a slightly selfish but benevolent way to ensure that everything would turn out fine for him too.
“Just gaze and let yourself watch the beauty on display, the marvels that the lamp gave me...and that could be yours~” Isabelle said, her tone sensual and slow as she took on a different stance, moving one leg forward while she undulated her belly forward a few times, then inward, then forward again to create a chaotic, yet sexy pattern for her master to appreciate as the bronze gem inside her nave sparkled. Her supple and generous flesh sent waves of pure playful and teasing qualities as she smiled earnestly, sexily, all for the benefit of her master as his eyes were locked upon her performance, which pleased her greatly. “Imagine all that you could do with a genie by your side...especially one like me, the one you've fallen in love with~”
She knew of his deep attraction and she enjoyed it greatly as she spun her arms and twirled her hands above her head while she softly bounced her hips in bump-like fashion while she went for slow undulations still, her form a ripple of absolute appeal as her body shone slightly, her power radiating through her skin and fur while she felt her influence on her master's mind, giving him very small and subtle suggestions that he did want this and that she wanted it too, that everyone was either secretly wishing for this to happen or were clear and consenting to this. The fact that he loved to watch her dance and that she adored the act of performing for it sealed it.
“I can be so much more than your secretary. I could be your assistant, your tool, your friend, your lover, your slave...All of it rolled into it as your own personal genie~” Isabelle continued, giving him a look which spoke perhaps more eloquently than anything she said, yet which came second to the passion and care she put into this dance as she went slightly faster with her bumps, going for slow yet maintained shimmies as she spun around softly and carefully, letting her master see her beauty from all angles. “But more than that, it is what I desire most...And I know you want it too~”
She could feel a trance growing, doubts being gently set aside within his mind as he came to slowly accept that she was truthful and that it could be downright amazing to have a genie by her side...But more than that it was the idea of her being his that was more effective than anything else. Visions of her loveliness, of her harem-girl-like outfit and that sumptuous midriff, of her chest, of her loveliness combined with her winning personality made it simply impossible to resist as he was slightly hypnotized yet utterly seduced.
“The title of mayor and the job it comes with is nice and suits you, but you could use my help and my presence to make things so much better not just for you, but for everyone...including me~” Isabelle said, going for his sense of duty and belonging to Sequin Town as he began to smile in a blissful fashion, bronze, teal and yellow filling his eyes. She placed her arms behind her head and then went on to form a wide arc with her hips, swaying them with a little push forward to create a half-circle while she rolled her belly in a sensual and teasing manner. “You want what is best for everyone just like I do...and being my master would be the best not just for you but for me as well, don't you think?”
He couldn't help but agree, his mind slightly pliable yet it did not take too much effort to really convince him. Her dance, his hidden desires and his love for her all did the heavy lifting, those suggestions merely helping in balancing things out, prodding them into the open. Yes, he could be the mayor...but also her master.
“You're right, master does sound better,” Isabelle said, supporting and encouraging such thoughts as she then moved closer to him, stopping her dance as she kissed his cheek, chuckling softly as she saw how much in a daze he was. “And that is what you'll be from now on, yes? What you truly want...So let's wake you up and make this a reality for the both of us~”
SNAP!
* * *
Sequin Town was a true paradise.
No weeds, a calming and soothing peacefulness, plenty of events, friendly people and abundance for all. It was a magical place, one in which everything could be made real it seemed. There wasn't a single soul there that wasn't happy as life was good in this place and it was all thanks to the mayor and his much-respected and beloved wife. The two of them worked so arduously, so diligently that it was hard not to respect and admire them both. They were a lovely couple, with the two of them devoted to each other. None knew how they managed everything just by their lonesome, but it did not matter so long as everything was fine and they always were.
None suspected, nor would they ever suspect, the bond between master and slave between those two, of how they both relished and adored this dynamic between themselves, of how Isabelle was the true wonder here as the genie serving the mayor and Sequin Town to the best of her abilities. In the past she was a hard worker who wished only for people to be happy and to be part of a larger community...But now she was a genie and such projects would easily be completed thanks to the wishes of her master and husband. Everything was truly fine...
And she wouldn't change a single thing about it.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Dog (Other)
Gender Female
Size 841 x 1080px
I actually didn't see that spot below as a tooth rather than a small open mouth, but now I can't unsee it. XD
But yeah, that chubby tummy is really nice. ;)
But yeah, that chubby tummy is really nice. ;)
Plot Twist: The finger snap was the Nintendo Switch "snap" and the mayor wakes up. He slept in front of his Switch.
He's gonna see Isabelle quite differently after that dream, though. :P
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