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I did say I would slow down production, tho this one had been written a little while ago to be fair. :P
I do like me some Surge. It's no secret that this IDW Sonic character has gotten popular not just with others, but with me as well. I went on to turn her into a hypnotic belly dancer, a genie, a lamia and now am doing that last one one more time, because I know what I like. Went with a new artist by the name of Karl0, someone my buddy Mindtasker mindtasker went on to show me. Their prices were alright and their style good, so I thought I'd give it a try for a colored sketch. Turned pretty good!
If you like this and wanna commission them, do check their website right here karlarts.carrd.co/
And if you like my own work, do check out my Patreon right here https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now how did she get like that and what will she do next? Read on and find out!
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SERPENTINE SURGE
“A-are you quite sure about this?”
Kitsunami was looking at the altered Surge with a certain trepidation in both his gaze and his voice. Ever nervous and needing reassurance, he knew that his entire personality had been rewritten to be dependent on someone, to need to please and to assist others. His prime target, the one whom he needed to help above all was the tenrec, the other person who had indeed been the subject of Dr. Starline just as he had been. Both had the intrinsic craving to make Sonic and his friends pay, illusory needs that still drove them forward as anger, shame and pain put them together into an awkward team. Yet after messing up their chance to destroy the blue blur, Eggman and many others who had earned the most dramatic demise, Surge had been a bit...unhinged.
“Heck yeah, it feels great. Pity there's not any left or that I don't know how to make this crap by myself!” the tenrec went on to answer, having gone through yet another transformation thanks to an experimental serum created by the mad doctor who messed them up beyond reason. A serum to alter flesh, to give out attributes of other Mobian sub-species in hope to build the perfect minion. It was supposed to be experimental, dangerous, yet Surge had gulped it down and now she was indeed altered, given a new tool to play with. “Ssssssso ssssssweet~”
Kitsunami still had the vision of her transformation playing in loop within his mind, how her legs merged together, how her cyborg parts themselves adapted thanks to nanomachines as her muscles went on to bump and expand. Forked tongue, hisses, a long and sinuous tail as she was now a hybrid, a tenrec and a snake both as her upper body was left mostly unchanged yet her lower one was showcasing a mighty and lengthy appendage. Her clothes had ripped, leaving her half-naked as Kitsunami averted his gaze, blushing even though he did notice how her abdominal muscles had developed along with her own chest. A terrible, powerful beauty in many respects. “Is...is it permanent? I just don't want you to be...to be hurt.”
“Yeah yeah, I'll be fine. Geez, I'm not a weakling and you know it, Kit,” Surge responded as she searched through the abandoned lab and base for suitable clothes to replace those she had lost. The tatters and rags that she wore did not do much to cover her decency, her torn yellow shirt and her shredded pants certainly not helping Kitsunami as he had conflicted feelings on the whole situation. “Ah, check this out. Starline must have been a pervert or something. Wanted a harem like those in the Sand Shower zone, probably. The dirty dude.”
Kitsunami went on to glance a little at Surge, too curious for his own good as she did wear something akin to a bedlah now. A well-cut, slightly-jagged top that did lightly put on display her rather enhanced cleavage, a mixture of a band and belt to properly separate her upper and lower body, some of it adorned with rings, coins and tassels, all colored in gold and black. She looked splendid, which only made the fennec feel even more self-conscious as his blue fur might just turn crimson here and there.
“Looking strong and sexy? Count me in!” Surge said, her thrill palpable as she did adapt surprisingly well to the tail she now possessed. She slithered and climbed with ease, her own upgraded speed and her capacity to store energy meshed well with that new shape as she grinned immensely, certainly dreaming of coiling and crushing her enemies. “Getting defeated by a bedlah babe must be pretty humiliating. Sonic will drool and then I'll snap every single bones in his body, hehehe~”
“Oh...yes...absolutely, ma'am...” Kitsunami went on to reply, trying to resist the urge to ogle as his own obsession with serving Surge to the best of his abilities seemed to be met with another kind of desire, that getup and that tail certainly stirring up new feelings within himself as he opted to not follow such unsavory impulses as to stare and admire. It would feel improper, unsuited for a nice helper like himself. Yet as he glanced elsewhere, he did miss out on her tail getting closer and pulling him nearby with one loop around his waist subtly and suddenly being formed.
“You don't sound convinced. Do you think I'll be-” Surge said, angry until she did realize what was truly going on. Kit would not abandon her, nor second-guess her own abilities, it didn't really make sense. No, the reality of the situation was different and it surprised her, confused the tenrec-lamia until it then amused her. Of course he'd fall for her in such a state, that attire making her look splendid. “Oh, I see how it is. You're shy, aren't you? Too afraid to stare and admire that sexy, sexy new look of mine...”
“It...it ain't like that, ma'am. I swear!” Kitsunami answered, flustered and uncertain about that new tone of hers. She did not seem displeased, far from it in fact. There was a teasing tone amidst a more pleasant timbre to her voice, as if she approved of his reaction. One more coil around him, locking him into place as the cold sensation of her scales began to warm him up, sending shivers down his spine and a certain electric feeling upon his fur and flesh. “I wouldn't dare!”
“Pffft, why not? We're in this together, Kit. You and me against the whole of Mobius,” Surge said, certainly getting into it as she used the tip of her newfound appendage to turn his gaze towards him. It had been quite a while, possibly forever since someone looked at her this way and she did not hate it. If they were to be ally, to work together, then why not be a little more than just partners? Her entire reasoning and impulses had indeed been twisted by that snake additive to her own being, feeling a bit more protective but also possessive of that which she liked...and she did like that little twerp and nerd by her side. “If you find me pretty, it's just cause you have excellent taste. So indulge, have a good eyeful already.”
It was a command from Surge and he ought obey, but somehow this felt improper. Maybe Surge had been changed in ways more than physical by the serum and he ought not take advantage of it. Even though her abs were beginning to naturally oil themselves alongside her chest, even if she was dressed like a belly dancer, even as her scent seemingly drove him crazy. He ought be stronger than this, for her sake. “Maybe we ought to...to take a few minutes...and think about what's going on, ma'am.”
“Oh, grow a spine already, jeez. You got a nice-looking, strong, mighty woman who gets you all self-conscious telling you to enjoy yourself...” Surge said, annoyed as she went on to go for another coil, pinning his arms to the side and then lifting him up to eye-level. “So enjoy yourself already.”
Kitsunami did follow that order, not just because of the emphasis but something else, a primordial and semi-familiar sensation coursing through his brain. A current seemed to link both their gaze for a moment, an unknown yet also homely feeling which made him hyper-focus on her, seeing her and only her as instinct took over. Hazy surroundings yet laser-tight clarity on her rather sumptuous new self, he even went on to notice new things, like how her hips had expanded and how her underbelly scales matched with her fur-less flesh. He felt less nervous, still flustered though in an oddly good way.
“Woah...I did not expect...I did not mean...” Surge went on to respond to this as she saw the whole picture herself. Energy coursing behind her eyes, projected through some kind of spectrum and filter that tingled her own cranium in a nice way, which reflected through electricity and swirls within Kit's own stare. She was using the same method as Starline, only through her own physiology and enhanced traits as she was essentially hypnotizing her fennec partner. Instead of being out of it, brain-dead and just downright barely present mentally, he seemed to be less nervous, smiling even. He ogled her and this felt...nice. “You know what? I'm not above using that if it can help me reach my goal. Gaze deep into my eyes and think of my gorgeous self alllll you'd like~”
Permission given, inhibitions slightly lessened by the second, his anxiety was subdued and then forgotten as he breathed in that new aroma, those eyes of hers somewhat making him a near out-of-body experience as he went on to admire and subject himself to this odd new beauty of hers. He enjoyed it thoroughly, his sentiment of belonging not just with her, but to her ensuring that his obedience felt natural and that doing as she said even though he once felt uncomfortable went on to be pleasant instead. He couldn't get enough of that strength and that confidence, her smile widening alongside his as euphoria and arousal settled in.
“Let's see...you know what, kiss it. Whatever you've been really staring at, just go ahead and kiss it...no, worship it,” Surge commanded and while she did expect some more choice material for the fennec's lips to come in contact with, he instead went to her abdominal muscles instead. Her hips, her stomach, her navel, that ripped surface receiving said worship in the form of nuzzling, kissing, licking, Kitsunami acting a touch out-of-character though in a manner which felt far more positive than negative. It tickled Surge for a moment, this unexpected choice certainly delightful as he was in awe of her strength, thus why such muscles did make him lose himself in absolute allure. “Oh yeah, good choice. Let me help you with that~”
His position had made it so he needed to bend forward, to struggle to get to that stomach, yet her tail went on to adjust his own stance and angle. That way, he could get all that he could while he was firmly entranced, hypnotized to obey and enjoy himself as his own forgetfulness of his woes and stress made way for bliss. He couldn't get enough, that oil upon her flesh like an aphrodisiac, a drug which made him think of Surge and only her. He needed her more than ever, not just for validation and meaning, but also for pleasure and happiness. A deeper meaning, although fleeting for the moment and yet so satisfying as Kitsunami lost himself in her, in this moment. Burying his nose and lips upon her flesh as if she were his superior, his goddess.
“You know what? I might need some...time to acclimate to this body, to those new powers of mine,” Surge said, dancing around what she really meant to say, even when she was in a clear position of power. She was not one to shy away from saying what she meant, to go for the throat both in conversation and battle...yet Kit certainly did make her feel a bit different about it all, especially in such a situation. “Let's take a few days...nah, a few weeks to make sure I know what I'm doing and you'll, uh...be my little test subject, got it?”
He couldn't, nor would he oppose that suggestion of hers as indeed Kitsunami had never felt so good in a long, long time. Away from Starline, getting closer to Surge in terms of goals and ambitions, he developed into a new being devoid of the influence of the nefarious hypnotist. Time stretched on, his own infatuation rising as Surge did practice in all sorts of ways upon him...and then some. He would be fully devoted to her and in turn Surge would act likewise towards him, albeit differently. A hierarchy and a fondness established, those two would be unstoppable sooner rather than later as this duo would become something more...
And Sonic, alongside all of Mobius, would never be ready for the new Surge and Kit.
I did say I would slow down production, tho this one had been written a little while ago to be fair. :P
I do like me some Surge. It's no secret that this IDW Sonic character has gotten popular not just with others, but with me as well. I went on to turn her into a hypnotic belly dancer, a genie, a lamia and now am doing that last one one more time, because I know what I like. Went with a new artist by the name of Karl0, someone my buddy Mindtasker mindtasker went on to show me. Their prices were alright and their style good, so I thought I'd give it a try for a colored sketch. Turned pretty good!
If you like this and wanna commission them, do check their website right here karlarts.carrd.co/
And if you like my own work, do check out my Patreon right here https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now how did she get like that and what will she do next? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
SERPENTINE SURGE
“A-are you quite sure about this?”
Kitsunami was looking at the altered Surge with a certain trepidation in both his gaze and his voice. Ever nervous and needing reassurance, he knew that his entire personality had been rewritten to be dependent on someone, to need to please and to assist others. His prime target, the one whom he needed to help above all was the tenrec, the other person who had indeed been the subject of Dr. Starline just as he had been. Both had the intrinsic craving to make Sonic and his friends pay, illusory needs that still drove them forward as anger, shame and pain put them together into an awkward team. Yet after messing up their chance to destroy the blue blur, Eggman and many others who had earned the most dramatic demise, Surge had been a bit...unhinged.
“Heck yeah, it feels great. Pity there's not any left or that I don't know how to make this crap by myself!” the tenrec went on to answer, having gone through yet another transformation thanks to an experimental serum created by the mad doctor who messed them up beyond reason. A serum to alter flesh, to give out attributes of other Mobian sub-species in hope to build the perfect minion. It was supposed to be experimental, dangerous, yet Surge had gulped it down and now she was indeed altered, given a new tool to play with. “Ssssssso ssssssweet~”
Kitsunami still had the vision of her transformation playing in loop within his mind, how her legs merged together, how her cyborg parts themselves adapted thanks to nanomachines as her muscles went on to bump and expand. Forked tongue, hisses, a long and sinuous tail as she was now a hybrid, a tenrec and a snake both as her upper body was left mostly unchanged yet her lower one was showcasing a mighty and lengthy appendage. Her clothes had ripped, leaving her half-naked as Kitsunami averted his gaze, blushing even though he did notice how her abdominal muscles had developed along with her own chest. A terrible, powerful beauty in many respects. “Is...is it permanent? I just don't want you to be...to be hurt.”
“Yeah yeah, I'll be fine. Geez, I'm not a weakling and you know it, Kit,” Surge responded as she searched through the abandoned lab and base for suitable clothes to replace those she had lost. The tatters and rags that she wore did not do much to cover her decency, her torn yellow shirt and her shredded pants certainly not helping Kitsunami as he had conflicted feelings on the whole situation. “Ah, check this out. Starline must have been a pervert or something. Wanted a harem like those in the Sand Shower zone, probably. The dirty dude.”
Kitsunami went on to glance a little at Surge, too curious for his own good as she did wear something akin to a bedlah now. A well-cut, slightly-jagged top that did lightly put on display her rather enhanced cleavage, a mixture of a band and belt to properly separate her upper and lower body, some of it adorned with rings, coins and tassels, all colored in gold and black. She looked splendid, which only made the fennec feel even more self-conscious as his blue fur might just turn crimson here and there.
“Looking strong and sexy? Count me in!” Surge said, her thrill palpable as she did adapt surprisingly well to the tail she now possessed. She slithered and climbed with ease, her own upgraded speed and her capacity to store energy meshed well with that new shape as she grinned immensely, certainly dreaming of coiling and crushing her enemies. “Getting defeated by a bedlah babe must be pretty humiliating. Sonic will drool and then I'll snap every single bones in his body, hehehe~”
“Oh...yes...absolutely, ma'am...” Kitsunami went on to reply, trying to resist the urge to ogle as his own obsession with serving Surge to the best of his abilities seemed to be met with another kind of desire, that getup and that tail certainly stirring up new feelings within himself as he opted to not follow such unsavory impulses as to stare and admire. It would feel improper, unsuited for a nice helper like himself. Yet as he glanced elsewhere, he did miss out on her tail getting closer and pulling him nearby with one loop around his waist subtly and suddenly being formed.
“You don't sound convinced. Do you think I'll be-” Surge said, angry until she did realize what was truly going on. Kit would not abandon her, nor second-guess her own abilities, it didn't really make sense. No, the reality of the situation was different and it surprised her, confused the tenrec-lamia until it then amused her. Of course he'd fall for her in such a state, that attire making her look splendid. “Oh, I see how it is. You're shy, aren't you? Too afraid to stare and admire that sexy, sexy new look of mine...”
“It...it ain't like that, ma'am. I swear!” Kitsunami answered, flustered and uncertain about that new tone of hers. She did not seem displeased, far from it in fact. There was a teasing tone amidst a more pleasant timbre to her voice, as if she approved of his reaction. One more coil around him, locking him into place as the cold sensation of her scales began to warm him up, sending shivers down his spine and a certain electric feeling upon his fur and flesh. “I wouldn't dare!”
“Pffft, why not? We're in this together, Kit. You and me against the whole of Mobius,” Surge said, certainly getting into it as she used the tip of her newfound appendage to turn his gaze towards him. It had been quite a while, possibly forever since someone looked at her this way and she did not hate it. If they were to be ally, to work together, then why not be a little more than just partners? Her entire reasoning and impulses had indeed been twisted by that snake additive to her own being, feeling a bit more protective but also possessive of that which she liked...and she did like that little twerp and nerd by her side. “If you find me pretty, it's just cause you have excellent taste. So indulge, have a good eyeful already.”
It was a command from Surge and he ought obey, but somehow this felt improper. Maybe Surge had been changed in ways more than physical by the serum and he ought not take advantage of it. Even though her abs were beginning to naturally oil themselves alongside her chest, even if she was dressed like a belly dancer, even as her scent seemingly drove him crazy. He ought be stronger than this, for her sake. “Maybe we ought to...to take a few minutes...and think about what's going on, ma'am.”
“Oh, grow a spine already, jeez. You got a nice-looking, strong, mighty woman who gets you all self-conscious telling you to enjoy yourself...” Surge said, annoyed as she went on to go for another coil, pinning his arms to the side and then lifting him up to eye-level. “So enjoy yourself already.”
Kitsunami did follow that order, not just because of the emphasis but something else, a primordial and semi-familiar sensation coursing through his brain. A current seemed to link both their gaze for a moment, an unknown yet also homely feeling which made him hyper-focus on her, seeing her and only her as instinct took over. Hazy surroundings yet laser-tight clarity on her rather sumptuous new self, he even went on to notice new things, like how her hips had expanded and how her underbelly scales matched with her fur-less flesh. He felt less nervous, still flustered though in an oddly good way.
“Woah...I did not expect...I did not mean...” Surge went on to respond to this as she saw the whole picture herself. Energy coursing behind her eyes, projected through some kind of spectrum and filter that tingled her own cranium in a nice way, which reflected through electricity and swirls within Kit's own stare. She was using the same method as Starline, only through her own physiology and enhanced traits as she was essentially hypnotizing her fennec partner. Instead of being out of it, brain-dead and just downright barely present mentally, he seemed to be less nervous, smiling even. He ogled her and this felt...nice. “You know what? I'm not above using that if it can help me reach my goal. Gaze deep into my eyes and think of my gorgeous self alllll you'd like~”
Permission given, inhibitions slightly lessened by the second, his anxiety was subdued and then forgotten as he breathed in that new aroma, those eyes of hers somewhat making him a near out-of-body experience as he went on to admire and subject himself to this odd new beauty of hers. He enjoyed it thoroughly, his sentiment of belonging not just with her, but to her ensuring that his obedience felt natural and that doing as she said even though he once felt uncomfortable went on to be pleasant instead. He couldn't get enough of that strength and that confidence, her smile widening alongside his as euphoria and arousal settled in.
“Let's see...you know what, kiss it. Whatever you've been really staring at, just go ahead and kiss it...no, worship it,” Surge commanded and while she did expect some more choice material for the fennec's lips to come in contact with, he instead went to her abdominal muscles instead. Her hips, her stomach, her navel, that ripped surface receiving said worship in the form of nuzzling, kissing, licking, Kitsunami acting a touch out-of-character though in a manner which felt far more positive than negative. It tickled Surge for a moment, this unexpected choice certainly delightful as he was in awe of her strength, thus why such muscles did make him lose himself in absolute allure. “Oh yeah, good choice. Let me help you with that~”
His position had made it so he needed to bend forward, to struggle to get to that stomach, yet her tail went on to adjust his own stance and angle. That way, he could get all that he could while he was firmly entranced, hypnotized to obey and enjoy himself as his own forgetfulness of his woes and stress made way for bliss. He couldn't get enough, that oil upon her flesh like an aphrodisiac, a drug which made him think of Surge and only her. He needed her more than ever, not just for validation and meaning, but also for pleasure and happiness. A deeper meaning, although fleeting for the moment and yet so satisfying as Kitsunami lost himself in her, in this moment. Burying his nose and lips upon her flesh as if she were his superior, his goddess.
“You know what? I might need some...time to acclimate to this body, to those new powers of mine,” Surge said, dancing around what she really meant to say, even when she was in a clear position of power. She was not one to shy away from saying what she meant, to go for the throat both in conversation and battle...yet Kit certainly did make her feel a bit different about it all, especially in such a situation. “Let's take a few days...nah, a few weeks to make sure I know what I'm doing and you'll, uh...be my little test subject, got it?”
He couldn't, nor would he oppose that suggestion of hers as indeed Kitsunami had never felt so good in a long, long time. Away from Starline, getting closer to Surge in terms of goals and ambitions, he developed into a new being devoid of the influence of the nefarious hypnotist. Time stretched on, his own infatuation rising as Surge did practice in all sorts of ways upon him...and then some. He would be fully devoted to her and in turn Surge would act likewise towards him, albeit differently. A hierarchy and a fondness established, those two would be unstoppable sooner rather than later as this duo would become something more...
And Sonic, alongside all of Mobius, would never be ready for the new Surge and Kit.
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