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After having her as a hypnotic belly dancer, the next "logical" step was for me to have her as a genie.
I do like the IDW continuity of Sonic (the current one) pretty darn interesting, with some neat additions to the cast and lore. Surge, of course, is a favorite if only because she's one of the first legitimate female villain in the series and her backstory/motivations are well-done. I do hope they'll do more with her.
As for the artist, same as the previous Surge illustration, with Wumpamgs delivering on the goods. They're a big fan of Surge and Sonic characters, thus it felt logical to go to them again. The outfit, the slight musculature on that midriff, the pose, the gaze, all pretty fun stuff!
Now before we dive into the story, just a little mention of my Patreon in case you love my stuff, wanna support me and even participate in polls/suggestion waves: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now how come Surge is like this? Read on and find out!
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A SURGE IN POWER
Surge would get even with Sonic, one way or another.
After her defeat, she really couldn't fathom a life in which she wouldn't get her vengeance on this hedgehog whose inaction against his opponents had cost her everything. No past, a poor excuse of a present and nothing to look forward to, this is what the tenrec figured her life was now. Yet he had wiped the floor with her and this was a bitter pill to swallow, one which indicated that she'd need a serious upgrade if she were to best him once and for all. No way would she go for either Dr. Starline or Eggman for those particular boosts, her ego and pride refusing those possibilities as she hated them as much as she did the blue blur. For now, though, she went for the sole thing which might grant her some relief: thrashing Sonic's house.
She had found out where he lived and wrecked the door as she placed graffiti over the walls, used markers on frames and pictures, put things on the floor and made a mess of the place. It was petty, small, yet especially satisfying if only she knew it would tick him off. It was not her finest moment, but at this point she'd take whatever she could if only to feel a little more alive. Kitsunami wasn't even with her anymore, their duo split up and she was directionless except for her thirst for revenge. As she kicked chairs down and went on to place books on the ground, about to rip pages off for pure vandalism, she found one which seemed much different than the others. A fine leather cover, gemstones upon it, even a golden foil effect on all pages, it was a beautiful thing that she felt did not deserve to be ruined, but rather stolen as she took a look at the title if only to see what this was.
The Arabian Nights.
She opened it up to see just what this was, reading diagonally and quickly if only because she did not have the patience, though she did enjoy the pictures. This sycophant Tails as some kind of dude named Ali Baba, that oaf Knuckles as “Sindbad”, whoever this was...fun stuff though the framing in it was fun in that it was a woman telling various tales and leading astray some kind of sultan. Perhaps she'd take it with her, if only because it looked precious and she still had a taste for the finer things in life. Yet as she went on to read it she began to fall somewhat tired, as if all that exertion and mayhem tired her out and before she knew what happened she fell asleep...and woke up suddenly into a very different land.
The first thing she noticed was the sharp rise in temperature, the sun hitting strong all-around as there seemed to be much dryness around. This was a desert kind of civilization somewhat, stone and rather intricate architecture as there was even a smell of exotic spice that her enhanced sense of smell could pick up. How she came to be there, what was happening were two questions that decidedly stuck out, yet the biggest one was: where is the book now? She held it in her hands and now it was gone, yet another thing taken from her as she looked around and shouted angrily at nobody in particular. “Yo, who the heck took my stuff?!”
No one responded, the settlement in which she found herself somewhat devoid of any other form of life save herself. Frustrated, she sighed only to check on her surroundings to see if anything could actually help her out there. On a small pedestal, a pillow could be found, rather obvious now that she actually a moment not to shout and be angry. Approaching it, she found a single object which seemed all too bizarre for it to be resting upon such a spot, away from everyone else: a single golden ring. She looked at it from every angles, trying to determine just what it was until she got tired of patience and just picked it up. It went on to glow, a certain light and power emanating from it as she was impressed, particularly by the fact that she thought she might just harness it. Grinning and putting it on her finger, she unwittingly rubbed it as it got over her glove and within but a few moments something came out of the object in question: a thick cloud of smoke.
“What the frick?!” Surge said, trying to shoo it away in response to the unknown and the scary, half-panicking as she certainly did not need anything stranger to happen. Being whiskered away to this place had been enough, yet as the cloud went on to take a more humanoid shape, a young human-looking woman emerged from it with tan skin, white sirwal pants, pink ribbon slippers, a lavender top and a good deal of gold jewelry. With a magenta hairdo comprised of some kind of bun behind her head and a ponytail vaulting forward atop her head, she looked like an exotic weirdo to the tenrec, yet there was no mistaking the power that she had considering how she manifested herself.
“Sonic! You're ba-” the woman said before looking down at the now-annoyed tenrec, that name alone enough to put her in a bad mood. Observing just who this green punk-ish woman was, this gal went on to look slightly embarrassed before she clasped her palms together and then bent forward respectfully. “My apologies, mistress, I expected someone else. I am Shahra, the genie of the ring. Command me by wishes three that I shall grant, and I will obey.”
“No way! That's awesome!” Surge said excitedly, a glimmer of hope and a light bit of malevolence displaying on her sharp grin. A genie just like in the tales, which meant that perhaps the book had transported her to some place in which such things were very real. Sonic had this all along and she had somewhat been as well. Now she was talking to a friend of his...or maybe she was his slave or side-chick and they'd get revenge on this sicko once and for all.
“I am glad to see that I am pleasing you already, mistress,” Shahra responded, ever the dutiful genie as she had a thin smile on her face. Floating in the air, observing the attire of this strange tenrec that had summoned her, the genie was a bit at a loss as to what to take from this rather ruffian-like woman, this stranger amidst the stories of the book. “Are you a friend of Sonic? Did he lend you the book, perchance?”
“Heck no, he's a tool! I hate Sonic!” Surge responded, boasting about her position as in her own energic kind of introduction to her “relationship” with the hedgehog, she hadn't noticed the sharp reaction of the genie as she was much more wary of the tenrec now. Too self-absorbed to particularly notice any change in the mood, Surge merely continued. “So yeah, you and me, we're gonna kick his butt and own him for good. Maybe make him grant your wishes and all for a change...so what do you say?”
“That sounds...delightful, mistress. A very good plan,” Shahra responded as she knew that in her position there was not much she could do to stop this woman who grabbed her ring and now commanded her. Surge, all too happy to have gotten someone she figured was an ally yet also a slave went on to admire the ring, seeing it in a whole new light as Shahra cleared her throat in order to keep the conversation going. So...uh...what is your first wish?”
“Oh that's easy! I want to be powerful enough to whoop Sonic with like a flick of my fingers!” Surge said as she figured that with an almighty genie on her side, it would be but a cinch to wreck the “heroic” hedgehog for good. Unaware of just how small Shahra's power truly was and who the genie was actually affiliated to, she merely acted upon her own knowledge of genies and her hatred of the hedgehog, bringing in much too quick rationales for her own conclusions. “Like, I wish to become super duper powerful, unstoppable and all that!”
“Oh...well then I know just the way, mistress,” Shahra said as a thought popped in her head. While a gentle soul and a kindness in her heart existing for all living beings, inside and outside her stories, Shahra couldn't possibly allow for such a being to deter or downright destroy the hero who had ensured her continued existence. As she snapped her fingers and went on to conjure a flying carpet beneath Surge's feet, she then made it float above the ground as she then sat cross-legged upon it. “I know exactly how one such as you can become almighty. Should you pass the challenge, you will have access to strength beyond even your wildest dreams.”
“Now that's what I'm talking about. Show me the way, Sahahra or whatever!” Surge responded, not even getting the name right due to her excitement. As they flew at a rapid rather pace, visions of far away cities, oasis and many exotic locales could be seen either from a distance or deceptively near positions. All of this was indeed a wonder to Surge, though her thoughts were firmly occupied by her own desire to beat Sonic utterly and completely. “What's the challenge about? Any tips?”
“Oh, but one such as you should have no problems solving the riddles and showing your worth. I have confidence in your success, mistress,” Shahra said, rather glad that this tenrec didn't seem to be the brightest bulb around, only voicing one wish for now. Without the utterance of that “W” word, Shahra technically had no obligation to obey such requests, though as she had learned flattery would grant her reprieve in the grand scheme of things. “It is at the heart of a temple beneath the ground, found in the very middle of the desert. Within is an artifact that will multiply your abilities a thousand-fold!”
“Now you're talking. Go faster and let's get that whatever-it-is!” Surge said as Shahra felt a bit stressed, this tenrec certainly not one to keep her thoughts to herself as methods of how she'd enact her vengeance on Sonic were told at lengths, in great details and it was becoming clear as day that she was far removed from the concept of being a nice person. Yet as they arrived to the entrance, Shahra landed the carpet and went on to Surge's side as the tenrec looked at her genie. “So this the place? Where we get the mighty doodad or whatever?”
“Yes, though I must warn y-” Shahra began to say, her own innate kindness going on to indeed occupy her thoughts as she ever felt that people could change, hoping so after that whole Erazor debacle, yet before she could even finish her sentence Surge went at it by running at speeds not unlike Sonic's own. While he was about control, slick moves and the occasional wild maneuvers, she was all about moving forward and bashing her way in with disregard for what was in the way. As Shahra struggled to keep up even with the ring around Surge's finger, she had somewhat hoped that the riddles, puzzles and the maze-like architecture of the temple would be too much for Surge...yet she had punched and kicked her way inside with no sweat. Holes in the walls, enemies completely wrecked and a general trail of destruction followed until Surge got exactly where she wanted: in the middle of it all, at the bottom level. “I...I did not expect you to go at it in such a fashion, mistress.”
“Pffft, only losers play by the rules. I make my own!” Surge said with no shame, only confidence in her poise and mannerism. There before her stood yet another object on a pillow place on a pedestal, only this time it was more opulent and grandiloquent in its splendor and appearance. It was a golden oil lamp, one radiating with power due to the sheer sheen of its surface as Surge went on to look at it wide-eyed and with the largest, most mischievous grin of all time. “Ooooh, now I get why we're here. Of course if I have more genies, I'll be more powerful and I'll get more wishes. Very clever, Chair-ah!”
Before Shahra could answer, though, something occurred which Shahra had been counting on the moment she saw Surge somewhat cheat the temple of its righteous trial. A music went on to fill the air, one coming somewhat from the lamp in itself. It was a nice tune, very rhythmic with sitar, cymbals, drums and flutes, the kind one could easily dance and sway to as the lamp went on to rotate on its own and point its spout directly at Surge. Even without eyes, one could feel deeply that the artifact was starring at the tenrec and not entirely approving of its presence and its deed...well Shahra most certainly did as the music got a little louder and it prompted to make the genie look at her current mistress and her reaction.
“This is such...beautiful music...” Surge said, the many notes and different instruments somewhat striking a chord within her as she approached slowly and in a way that could only be described as slovenly. Gone was the rough and tough attitude, the more violent and vicious approach in favor of a calmer, almost docile one as Surge looked at the lamp and seemed to be entranced, completely overtaken by whatever the magic item had in store for her. “I...I want to...hear it better...”
Shahra was not privy to whatever was shared between the tenrec and the magic lamp, though one quick glance told of how there was mesmerism and fascination implied. The lamp seemed to shine brightly, as if polished by some unseen hands and smoke began to erupt from the tip of the spout. It advanced serpentinely in the air, swaying and amassing like the thinnest and most pervacious snake until it went on to surround Surge as the tenrec went on to do something unexpected: she danced.
“Makes me feel like...like...like busting a move...” Surge said without the energy or sass she had, her confidence replaced by a certain soothed tone. She took one step forward and went on to assume a stance that came naturally to her as if she was some kind of belly dancer or a harem girl. She bumped one hip temptatively to the right, slowly going on to press her digits together as she then lifted her arms above her head and then bumped her hips to the left. “It's so...so pleasant...I...”
One external view of the situation which Shahra was granted demonstrated that the smoke began to somewhat pull in Surge, manipulating her as if she were but a puppet. Strings of magic gas went on to make her move more naturally, seeping into her skin and then discarding her clothes for something a little riskier though more appropriate. A black and gold top, more metal than satin, hung low upon her chest to reveal a sizeable bust and a generous amount of cleavage. A navel ring upon her midsection, a small emerald like gem included boosted her somewhat muscular midsection as the smoke upon her went on to expand her hips and enhance her own allure. Her rough army-like pants were turned into pantaloons, translucent black and then her boots were gone, making her turn barefoot as her palms clasped together and she swayed her hips, even shimmied like a more talented dancer. This was a sharp contrast with how she acted before, though Shahra looked at the whole scene in silence, uncertain whether or not she should intervene.
“I feel so...so good...” Surge continued to say as the smoke went on to penetrate her nose and mouth, breathed in as it felt like the most intense and pleasant narcotic, mind and body numbing as she smiled in a way that felt silly, spirals soon bursting through her own eyes as she was entranced, utterly hypnotized. She rolled her stomach and took step closer to the lamp, controlled by its will and actions as the tenrec saw a facial veil pop upon her visage while golden jewelry like cuffs, earrings, a tiara and many others went on to enhance her allure. “So...so at peace...”
Yet this was far from done as Surge then felt herself floating in the air as her own feet had turned to smoke, connecting to the stream that was coming straight from the lamp itself. Turning her own legs into a smoke tail, everything turned into swirls and tendrils that was getting sucked toward the magic lamp itself, absorbing the essence of the tenrec. Without much resistance, if any, she then went above the ground and got higher and higher, reaching just above the lamp itself as she went on to spin her hips and gyrate her waist to the music as she lost herself entirely to the experience. Then, without further ado, the suction got more intense as Surge was beginning to grow thinner, her hips passing through the tip and then her midsection. A popping sound emerged each time one of her enhanced attributes like her hips, chest and head went on to get absorbed until the tenrec was nowhere to be seen...now housed within the lamp as it went on to eject Shahra's ring. No genie could own another and now Surge was exactly that, turned into a magical servant by the lamp she sought.
While Surge had been cheated somewhat, it was not due to Shahra who had indeed given her access to a power that could essentially defeat Sonic. Had she played by the rules, she would have gotten a genie much more powerful than Shahra herself and would have received three more wishes. Yet with her temperament, which Shahra was kinda counting on despite her better tendencies, Surge had doomed herself and soon she had been turned into an obedient genie tenrec. Keeping her bedlah and with her attitude readjusted, her own goals had been used against her as she was herself though also a servant and slave to those who released her. Now particularly more powerful than Sonic, in her own different perceptions and enthralled mind she had now proved herself to the hedgehog by being a much more powerful, servile and useful genie. The tenrec had the innate knowledge that he had never granted as many wishes as she did, never been so alluring and would never amount to the slave she now was. While all of this was true, she ended up being a part of the Arabian Nights, turned into a genie who would create many stories as the rough though ultimately servile and well-meaning genie of the lamp. Becoming friends with Shahra now that her attitude had been adjusted, the paths of genie-hood were taught to her and soon her old life was all but forgotten. All that remained of Surge and her own self was one statement that she believed and repeated each time she was summoned.
Being the best dang genie of all time.
After having her as a hypnotic belly dancer, the next "logical" step was for me to have her as a genie.
I do like the IDW continuity of Sonic (the current one) pretty darn interesting, with some neat additions to the cast and lore. Surge, of course, is a favorite if only because she's one of the first legitimate female villain in the series and her backstory/motivations are well-done. I do hope they'll do more with her.
As for the artist, same as the previous Surge illustration, with Wumpamgs delivering on the goods. They're a big fan of Surge and Sonic characters, thus it felt logical to go to them again. The outfit, the slight musculature on that midriff, the pose, the gaze, all pretty fun stuff!
Now before we dive into the story, just a little mention of my Patreon in case you love my stuff, wanna support me and even participate in polls/suggestion waves: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now how come Surge is like this? Read on and find out!
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A SURGE IN POWER
Surge would get even with Sonic, one way or another.
After her defeat, she really couldn't fathom a life in which she wouldn't get her vengeance on this hedgehog whose inaction against his opponents had cost her everything. No past, a poor excuse of a present and nothing to look forward to, this is what the tenrec figured her life was now. Yet he had wiped the floor with her and this was a bitter pill to swallow, one which indicated that she'd need a serious upgrade if she were to best him once and for all. No way would she go for either Dr. Starline or Eggman for those particular boosts, her ego and pride refusing those possibilities as she hated them as much as she did the blue blur. For now, though, she went for the sole thing which might grant her some relief: thrashing Sonic's house.
She had found out where he lived and wrecked the door as she placed graffiti over the walls, used markers on frames and pictures, put things on the floor and made a mess of the place. It was petty, small, yet especially satisfying if only she knew it would tick him off. It was not her finest moment, but at this point she'd take whatever she could if only to feel a little more alive. Kitsunami wasn't even with her anymore, their duo split up and she was directionless except for her thirst for revenge. As she kicked chairs down and went on to place books on the ground, about to rip pages off for pure vandalism, she found one which seemed much different than the others. A fine leather cover, gemstones upon it, even a golden foil effect on all pages, it was a beautiful thing that she felt did not deserve to be ruined, but rather stolen as she took a look at the title if only to see what this was.
The Arabian Nights.
She opened it up to see just what this was, reading diagonally and quickly if only because she did not have the patience, though she did enjoy the pictures. This sycophant Tails as some kind of dude named Ali Baba, that oaf Knuckles as “Sindbad”, whoever this was...fun stuff though the framing in it was fun in that it was a woman telling various tales and leading astray some kind of sultan. Perhaps she'd take it with her, if only because it looked precious and she still had a taste for the finer things in life. Yet as she went on to read it she began to fall somewhat tired, as if all that exertion and mayhem tired her out and before she knew what happened she fell asleep...and woke up suddenly into a very different land.
The first thing she noticed was the sharp rise in temperature, the sun hitting strong all-around as there seemed to be much dryness around. This was a desert kind of civilization somewhat, stone and rather intricate architecture as there was even a smell of exotic spice that her enhanced sense of smell could pick up. How she came to be there, what was happening were two questions that decidedly stuck out, yet the biggest one was: where is the book now? She held it in her hands and now it was gone, yet another thing taken from her as she looked around and shouted angrily at nobody in particular. “Yo, who the heck took my stuff?!”
No one responded, the settlement in which she found herself somewhat devoid of any other form of life save herself. Frustrated, she sighed only to check on her surroundings to see if anything could actually help her out there. On a small pedestal, a pillow could be found, rather obvious now that she actually a moment not to shout and be angry. Approaching it, she found a single object which seemed all too bizarre for it to be resting upon such a spot, away from everyone else: a single golden ring. She looked at it from every angles, trying to determine just what it was until she got tired of patience and just picked it up. It went on to glow, a certain light and power emanating from it as she was impressed, particularly by the fact that she thought she might just harness it. Grinning and putting it on her finger, she unwittingly rubbed it as it got over her glove and within but a few moments something came out of the object in question: a thick cloud of smoke.
“What the frick?!” Surge said, trying to shoo it away in response to the unknown and the scary, half-panicking as she certainly did not need anything stranger to happen. Being whiskered away to this place had been enough, yet as the cloud went on to take a more humanoid shape, a young human-looking woman emerged from it with tan skin, white sirwal pants, pink ribbon slippers, a lavender top and a good deal of gold jewelry. With a magenta hairdo comprised of some kind of bun behind her head and a ponytail vaulting forward atop her head, she looked like an exotic weirdo to the tenrec, yet there was no mistaking the power that she had considering how she manifested herself.
“Sonic! You're ba-” the woman said before looking down at the now-annoyed tenrec, that name alone enough to put her in a bad mood. Observing just who this green punk-ish woman was, this gal went on to look slightly embarrassed before she clasped her palms together and then bent forward respectfully. “My apologies, mistress, I expected someone else. I am Shahra, the genie of the ring. Command me by wishes three that I shall grant, and I will obey.”
“No way! That's awesome!” Surge said excitedly, a glimmer of hope and a light bit of malevolence displaying on her sharp grin. A genie just like in the tales, which meant that perhaps the book had transported her to some place in which such things were very real. Sonic had this all along and she had somewhat been as well. Now she was talking to a friend of his...or maybe she was his slave or side-chick and they'd get revenge on this sicko once and for all.
“I am glad to see that I am pleasing you already, mistress,” Shahra responded, ever the dutiful genie as she had a thin smile on her face. Floating in the air, observing the attire of this strange tenrec that had summoned her, the genie was a bit at a loss as to what to take from this rather ruffian-like woman, this stranger amidst the stories of the book. “Are you a friend of Sonic? Did he lend you the book, perchance?”
“Heck no, he's a tool! I hate Sonic!” Surge responded, boasting about her position as in her own energic kind of introduction to her “relationship” with the hedgehog, she hadn't noticed the sharp reaction of the genie as she was much more wary of the tenrec now. Too self-absorbed to particularly notice any change in the mood, Surge merely continued. “So yeah, you and me, we're gonna kick his butt and own him for good. Maybe make him grant your wishes and all for a change...so what do you say?”
“That sounds...delightful, mistress. A very good plan,” Shahra responded as she knew that in her position there was not much she could do to stop this woman who grabbed her ring and now commanded her. Surge, all too happy to have gotten someone she figured was an ally yet also a slave went on to admire the ring, seeing it in a whole new light as Shahra cleared her throat in order to keep the conversation going. So...uh...what is your first wish?”
“Oh that's easy! I want to be powerful enough to whoop Sonic with like a flick of my fingers!” Surge said as she figured that with an almighty genie on her side, it would be but a cinch to wreck the “heroic” hedgehog for good. Unaware of just how small Shahra's power truly was and who the genie was actually affiliated to, she merely acted upon her own knowledge of genies and her hatred of the hedgehog, bringing in much too quick rationales for her own conclusions. “Like, I wish to become super duper powerful, unstoppable and all that!”
“Oh...well then I know just the way, mistress,” Shahra said as a thought popped in her head. While a gentle soul and a kindness in her heart existing for all living beings, inside and outside her stories, Shahra couldn't possibly allow for such a being to deter or downright destroy the hero who had ensured her continued existence. As she snapped her fingers and went on to conjure a flying carpet beneath Surge's feet, she then made it float above the ground as she then sat cross-legged upon it. “I know exactly how one such as you can become almighty. Should you pass the challenge, you will have access to strength beyond even your wildest dreams.”
“Now that's what I'm talking about. Show me the way, Sahahra or whatever!” Surge responded, not even getting the name right due to her excitement. As they flew at a rapid rather pace, visions of far away cities, oasis and many exotic locales could be seen either from a distance or deceptively near positions. All of this was indeed a wonder to Surge, though her thoughts were firmly occupied by her own desire to beat Sonic utterly and completely. “What's the challenge about? Any tips?”
“Oh, but one such as you should have no problems solving the riddles and showing your worth. I have confidence in your success, mistress,” Shahra said, rather glad that this tenrec didn't seem to be the brightest bulb around, only voicing one wish for now. Without the utterance of that “W” word, Shahra technically had no obligation to obey such requests, though as she had learned flattery would grant her reprieve in the grand scheme of things. “It is at the heart of a temple beneath the ground, found in the very middle of the desert. Within is an artifact that will multiply your abilities a thousand-fold!”
“Now you're talking. Go faster and let's get that whatever-it-is!” Surge said as Shahra felt a bit stressed, this tenrec certainly not one to keep her thoughts to herself as methods of how she'd enact her vengeance on Sonic were told at lengths, in great details and it was becoming clear as day that she was far removed from the concept of being a nice person. Yet as they arrived to the entrance, Shahra landed the carpet and went on to Surge's side as the tenrec looked at her genie. “So this the place? Where we get the mighty doodad or whatever?”
“Yes, though I must warn y-” Shahra began to say, her own innate kindness going on to indeed occupy her thoughts as she ever felt that people could change, hoping so after that whole Erazor debacle, yet before she could even finish her sentence Surge went at it by running at speeds not unlike Sonic's own. While he was about control, slick moves and the occasional wild maneuvers, she was all about moving forward and bashing her way in with disregard for what was in the way. As Shahra struggled to keep up even with the ring around Surge's finger, she had somewhat hoped that the riddles, puzzles and the maze-like architecture of the temple would be too much for Surge...yet she had punched and kicked her way inside with no sweat. Holes in the walls, enemies completely wrecked and a general trail of destruction followed until Surge got exactly where she wanted: in the middle of it all, at the bottom level. “I...I did not expect you to go at it in such a fashion, mistress.”
“Pffft, only losers play by the rules. I make my own!” Surge said with no shame, only confidence in her poise and mannerism. There before her stood yet another object on a pillow place on a pedestal, only this time it was more opulent and grandiloquent in its splendor and appearance. It was a golden oil lamp, one radiating with power due to the sheer sheen of its surface as Surge went on to look at it wide-eyed and with the largest, most mischievous grin of all time. “Ooooh, now I get why we're here. Of course if I have more genies, I'll be more powerful and I'll get more wishes. Very clever, Chair-ah!”
Before Shahra could answer, though, something occurred which Shahra had been counting on the moment she saw Surge somewhat cheat the temple of its righteous trial. A music went on to fill the air, one coming somewhat from the lamp in itself. It was a nice tune, very rhythmic with sitar, cymbals, drums and flutes, the kind one could easily dance and sway to as the lamp went on to rotate on its own and point its spout directly at Surge. Even without eyes, one could feel deeply that the artifact was starring at the tenrec and not entirely approving of its presence and its deed...well Shahra most certainly did as the music got a little louder and it prompted to make the genie look at her current mistress and her reaction.
“This is such...beautiful music...” Surge said, the many notes and different instruments somewhat striking a chord within her as she approached slowly and in a way that could only be described as slovenly. Gone was the rough and tough attitude, the more violent and vicious approach in favor of a calmer, almost docile one as Surge looked at the lamp and seemed to be entranced, completely overtaken by whatever the magic item had in store for her. “I...I want to...hear it better...”
Shahra was not privy to whatever was shared between the tenrec and the magic lamp, though one quick glance told of how there was mesmerism and fascination implied. The lamp seemed to shine brightly, as if polished by some unseen hands and smoke began to erupt from the tip of the spout. It advanced serpentinely in the air, swaying and amassing like the thinnest and most pervacious snake until it went on to surround Surge as the tenrec went on to do something unexpected: she danced.
“Makes me feel like...like...like busting a move...” Surge said without the energy or sass she had, her confidence replaced by a certain soothed tone. She took one step forward and went on to assume a stance that came naturally to her as if she was some kind of belly dancer or a harem girl. She bumped one hip temptatively to the right, slowly going on to press her digits together as she then lifted her arms above her head and then bumped her hips to the left. “It's so...so pleasant...I...”
One external view of the situation which Shahra was granted demonstrated that the smoke began to somewhat pull in Surge, manipulating her as if she were but a puppet. Strings of magic gas went on to make her move more naturally, seeping into her skin and then discarding her clothes for something a little riskier though more appropriate. A black and gold top, more metal than satin, hung low upon her chest to reveal a sizeable bust and a generous amount of cleavage. A navel ring upon her midsection, a small emerald like gem included boosted her somewhat muscular midsection as the smoke upon her went on to expand her hips and enhance her own allure. Her rough army-like pants were turned into pantaloons, translucent black and then her boots were gone, making her turn barefoot as her palms clasped together and she swayed her hips, even shimmied like a more talented dancer. This was a sharp contrast with how she acted before, though Shahra looked at the whole scene in silence, uncertain whether or not she should intervene.
“I feel so...so good...” Surge continued to say as the smoke went on to penetrate her nose and mouth, breathed in as it felt like the most intense and pleasant narcotic, mind and body numbing as she smiled in a way that felt silly, spirals soon bursting through her own eyes as she was entranced, utterly hypnotized. She rolled her stomach and took step closer to the lamp, controlled by its will and actions as the tenrec saw a facial veil pop upon her visage while golden jewelry like cuffs, earrings, a tiara and many others went on to enhance her allure. “So...so at peace...”
Yet this was far from done as Surge then felt herself floating in the air as her own feet had turned to smoke, connecting to the stream that was coming straight from the lamp itself. Turning her own legs into a smoke tail, everything turned into swirls and tendrils that was getting sucked toward the magic lamp itself, absorbing the essence of the tenrec. Without much resistance, if any, she then went above the ground and got higher and higher, reaching just above the lamp itself as she went on to spin her hips and gyrate her waist to the music as she lost herself entirely to the experience. Then, without further ado, the suction got more intense as Surge was beginning to grow thinner, her hips passing through the tip and then her midsection. A popping sound emerged each time one of her enhanced attributes like her hips, chest and head went on to get absorbed until the tenrec was nowhere to be seen...now housed within the lamp as it went on to eject Shahra's ring. No genie could own another and now Surge was exactly that, turned into a magical servant by the lamp she sought.
While Surge had been cheated somewhat, it was not due to Shahra who had indeed given her access to a power that could essentially defeat Sonic. Had she played by the rules, she would have gotten a genie much more powerful than Shahra herself and would have received three more wishes. Yet with her temperament, which Shahra was kinda counting on despite her better tendencies, Surge had doomed herself and soon she had been turned into an obedient genie tenrec. Keeping her bedlah and with her attitude readjusted, her own goals had been used against her as she was herself though also a servant and slave to those who released her. Now particularly more powerful than Sonic, in her own different perceptions and enthralled mind she had now proved herself to the hedgehog by being a much more powerful, servile and useful genie. The tenrec had the innate knowledge that he had never granted as many wishes as she did, never been so alluring and would never amount to the slave she now was. While all of this was true, she ended up being a part of the Arabian Nights, turned into a genie who would create many stories as the rough though ultimately servile and well-meaning genie of the lamp. Becoming friends with Shahra now that her attitude had been adjusted, the paths of genie-hood were taught to her and soon her old life was all but forgotten. All that remained of Surge and her own self was one statement that she believed and repeated each time she was summoned.
Being the best dang genie of all time.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Mobian
Gender Female
Size 958 x 1280px
Nice Story ^^ my fellow friend Incredibleintruder. Surge Is not looking soo bad as a Genie Lady ; )
Aww! A rather wholesome story to see the tortured Tenrec actually find a path to happiness, even if it isn't the initial one she had in mind. Though at the same time I love the concept of a alternate ending where she somehow keeps her mind and Sonic finds her, ecstatic he's finally in a position to really help her. Probably by saying something like "I wish you remembered your past" or "I wish you had a reason to be happy" or "I wish I knew how to help you".
That would be a pretty sweet kind of development.
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