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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*
This is a collaboration I didn't expect, but that I'm thankful for.
I got a note a good while ago from someone who does seem to like a great many things in common, Thumbeh
thumbeh who went on to ask for a collab with me just having to say what I wanted, who I had in mind for a character and they'd do the rest. We conversed, trying to balance things out and the end result was a tale involving a character from the Sonic comic that we both like: Surge the tenrec. Ideas were exchanged, a tale was written and then there we were with a project. Took some time as of course animation is not done in 5 minutes, but there it is as the illustration above is but an excerpt. The real thing can be seen just below.
https://mega.nz/file/8kESlJqI#-rQgm.....oNvxgoOSrKW9Ng
Now just what is going on here? Read on and find out!
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SURGING FROM THE LAMP
Your village depends on your success.
Eggman's own attacks had drained the oasis to the small desert outpost you live at, making it look near dried-up. Having enough water to grow crops, to stay hydrated, to basically subsist is vital for the well-being of everyone, be they travelers or people who had settled there and all of the efforts everyone piled up on yielded nothing. Digging down, finding a new oasis or water source, vying for new trade routes...nothing for the long or even short-term as there has been a legend passed down through generations. It tells the tale of the one who did create the oasis thanks to a most wondrous gift, a chance meeting that would ensure prosperity for a long time, a hero who wished for a miracle and received it...
All thanks to a magic lamp housing a mighty genie.
Few give credence to this story, thinking it myth far more than fact...but what else is needed rather than a miracle. The Restoration is busy on all corners of Mobius and yours is an isolated little place, perhaps even not the direct target of Eggman and yet a victim just the same. If the lamp exists, the legend true, then it could solve many issues including this most recent one. Thus despite some of the inhabitants telling you they object, they are far too busy toiling for a more concrete solution to stop you from trekking in the desert in search of a fable. It is a heavy burden you bear, a great task ahead of you but still you carry on day and night with meager rations and next-to-none flasks of drinking water. You've survived through such environment and harsh climate before...but not quite like this.
The book tells of signs that are vague, ambiguous, more than a little open to interpretation and you go around in circle to try and see what the hero saw, only to then see through dunes, crevices and eventual tunnels out of a malformed rock piling that there might be just someplace unexplored...or at least shelter from an upcoming sandstorm. You enter, yet the rocks tumble, sand and wind assail you and you lose grip on your sense of sight and touch as you roll and get tossed deep underground...to a chamber seemingly untouched by time, where polished marble columns rise up to unseen heights, to an abyss above as if you fell through kilometers of void...or into another dimension altogether. The ground is spotless, sculpted finely as the circular chamber you find yourself in showcases something upon a small altar, the very object you've been seeking actually.
The magic lamp is made of gold, shaped like an old oil lamp just like in the book, only there are emeralds and obsidians upon its gilded exterior. There is an unnatural and ethereal glimmer to it, pulling your gaze upon its radiance as you pick it up solemnly, all too ready and eager to unleash the one within, the mystical djinn whose power rivaled that of deities if the legend is to be hold as true. You're nervous, filled with expectations of importance and awe, yet dreadful due to doubt and fear also assailing you. Stories can be twisted, told with many changes over the years so as to turn false, corrupted...and yet what other choice have you got but to try, to rub it and hope for the best?
Unfortunately, your fears could have warned you of something catastrophic to come, an event you'll soon be unable to stop no matter what.
Someone else had heard of the legend, seeking the power to enact revenge and rid Mobius of someone she hates. A tenrec named Surge, a result of inhumane experiments, meant to replace the blue blur by killing him and taking his place, failing to do both. Her creator draining away her memories until only the name Surge remained, she was keenly aware of this, filled with rage as her prime directive still held true...though for her own sake rather than that of anyone else. Separated from her partner Kitsunami, she still sought ways to destroy the hedgehog for good, eventually hearing of that tale through unconventional and rather violent means. Her own speed, her resilience, did grant her a massive advantage as to her continued survival and her search, making her land within this exact room you are in, yet the legends were true...until they weren't as things are never so simple and permanent as they seemed.
The djinn from prior had managed to get out of the lamp, living out another life as the lamp had been empty for decades if not centuries. Yet it yearned to be filled, for the position of djinn to be taken by someone else and this desire, this innate duty to the object of enchantment and cosmic energies grew with each passing moment, with every months and years it couldn't fulfill its perceived obligations. Thus when the next person did find it, Surge in this case, it was all too happy to suck her up, to transform the core of the tenrec's being into something else. Supercharging her with magic, some of the lessons and paradigms either corrupted through lack of use or merely forgotten, the power of the lamp was bound to Surge as she is unleashed, released from the lamp for you to behold.
“Greetings, master. You summoned me, Surge the genie. You get wishes, yadda yadda yadda...I mean, if you're here you've read the tales or someone told you about it. Something like that, yeah?” the djinn goes on to say, a green furred and quilled tenrec with teeth as sharp as those of a shark or crocodile, with manners certainly not befitting the noble being described in the legend, though also lovely in a way that was decidedly unique. A bedlah of black and gold was her attire, her chest protuberant and her midriff on display, abdominal muscles shiny as if oiled precisely and with an eye for sensuality. A rough kind of beauty, a tail of black and gold flickering as it is attached to the spout of the lamp you just rubbed. Floating above the ground and you, she looks down at your surprised expression and then smirk, her arms crossed just beneath her chest. “Oh yeah, soak it in. Get an eyeful. I know I'm pretty great, but you know what? Whatever the problem is, I can help you out. Let me tell you how~”
Too astonished to formulate much of anything, your worldview is certainly expanded upon the realization that djinns are real and that they come in all shapes and size. She snaps her fingers, creating music out of thin air as she then claps her hands twice to produce some mystical mist of green and gold, barely perceptible yet tinting the entire area with an atmosphere under her own control. The beat of the drums, of the string instruments and the cymbals goes on to fill your ears as it sounds like the music comes straight from your mind, moving to your eardrums. It's a bizarre sensation, but it's about to get not only stranger...but more appealing too.
“You see, as a genie I know so many things, can do feats no one could ever dream up. I'm all-powerful and you just gotta soak in it~” Surge goes on to say, her tone not exactly just sultry but predatory, filled with a confidence and smarm that comes off as charming but also dangerous. You ought be a bit worried, yet she begins to sway her hips as her midriff muscles goes on to reflect the light mist, glimmers upon those abs stealing your gaze away as those motions are perfectly-controlled. She doesn't seem like it, but she can dance as she is just about to show you. “Fantasies, ambitions, I can fulfill them all and more...but you could make the most of it and for that you need to listen to me. You wouldn't want to mess up, do you?”
You certainly wouldn't as what she is saying is sensible enough. Her voice penetrates within you the same way the music does, both never clashing with the other as her tone actually meshes with the melody surprisingly well. Those hip sways turn into slight circles, subtle at first until she then lowers her own arms and hand to frame her hourglass figure slowly, sensually. It's a display of beauty from someone who made a crude first impression, yet that second one is certainly seductive as she spins her hips wider and wider, dictating how the music goes as if it was her body controlling the flow and beat as opposed to how it is supposed to go. They are slow until they go fast as her digits caresses her own hips, moving up to her waist and then a small undulation goes on to break the ongoing rhythm, a change of pace and routine that captivates you instantaneously.
“Very good. You gotta keep an open mind and see things differently if you want to get the most of it. A genie like me is a beautiful, powerful thing and you ought to respect that. Shutting up is a really good start, let me tell you~” Surge continues, her words as sharp as her own teeth and yet the way that belly goes on to undulate, abs flowing like water, then moving left and right as she twists then back away her waist results in waves upon waves of sensuality going on to crash upon the shore of your receptive mind. The mist gels, growing opaque and thick as multiple swirls form within the open air to accompany this most intriguing and charming sight. They make you think of how she spun them in wide and tight circles, how her hands tantalizingly demonstrated her curves as the raw power and magic in this environment goes on to intoxicate you a little. “Best relax and not get too excited. Gotta slow down your thoughts and just breathe. In and out, real easy. Just follow my instructions and things will be juuuuust fine. More than fine in fact~”
You inherently do as she says, the mist coming in within your nostrils and your mouth as her own scent, her essence fills you and you can't help but swim in a most pervasive form of ecstasy. You seem to see double as two semi-ethereal versions of Surge go on to gyrate her waist, going on to slowly rotate up and down her hips before crashing them down in one fell drop that hammers upon your psyche like a hammer upon an anvil. It reverberates upon your mind, making your heart beat faster as it becomes increasingly harder not to think of the lovely and confident tenrec. She looks so strong, so gorgeous, as your own perceptions of anything else vanishes little by little. She claims your senses and you don't even realize that her tail has gone on to wrap itself around your wrists and your thighs, subtly coiling you up not just mentally, but physically as well.
“You're so good at this. I think you and I are gonna get along just fine, especially if you know how to listen and to follow my suggestions~” Surge continues as the irony hits her, information you cannot nor will ever know in the form that she has been the result of hypnosis from a nefarious being of self-conceit...and now she uses the same technique though differently for similar results. The lack of pain does make things better for her and you, however, as she chuckles softly and then lift her arms up, stretching her belly taut as she bumps her hips upward slowly at first to the beat of drums which goes quicker with each passing moment, a crescendo for something upcoming. “In fact, since we'll be such pals and I'll make your life so much easier, why not let me do everything? Your meals, your destination, planning stuff, even thinking for you...I mean, why think for yourself when you got a sexy genie to do it in your stead, right?”
Without magic or a more sensual approach, this would have worked on absolutely no one, yet you are wrapped around her finger, in the palm of her hand as the bumps gets faster until they are turned into shimmies. Shaking of the hips so fast and intense that they are like pistons pumping away your individual will. The mist within ensures of that, a result of the genie tenrec producing something that would tint your thoughts and your thinking process with ideas concording with her own desires. Your brain is of green and gold, the swirls from the mist and now from the smoke created by her are everywhere, even caressing her supple and strong body in order to entice you, to make you crave the dance and the way she makes you feel good. Light-headed, downright addicted, you've been smiling for the past few moments as your own eyes are even colored by her own palette. You've not even noticed that her eyes have been projecting such patterns, spiraling and drilling within your own mind as you are under her sway, her power holding you firmly not just in place but in bliss. Your entire body is warm due to her tail coiled around you like that of a snake, coaxing away your independence as surely as her dance is claiming your focus and your priorities.
“The way you smile and drool for me really let me know you want that to happen. Tell you what, we could be together forever and I could be guiding you towards greatness. Sounds cool, uh?” Surge says as by now her voice is everywhere and nowhere. Her belly is so close to your face and yet so far away, a gigantic version of herself in the background towering over you, the proximity of the other creating a trippy superposition that gives off pulsations of bliss and sweet mind-numbing goodness. You are so entranced, so seduced that by now you'd not only do and agree to whatever she says, but becomes whatever she wants you to be. “Here's what you should wish for. I wish to be mistress Surge eternal slave, to be hers now and forever and to be the protector of her lamp. Say it for me~”
You have no other choice, no other alternative, the option too tempting as your lips move and you don't even hear yourself speak...but still is that wish granted and now she has laid claim to all that you are and ever will be. Had the lamp been less affected by time, been less eager and rushing towards getting another djinn...or genie as Surge said due to mishearing the name...well things would have turned differently. The power upgrade she dearly wanted is finally given to her, Surge getting to be all-powerful, eternally young, beautiful and now in control of it all as you obey her every commands. Her music, her dance and her ownership fills your mind with glee as by now you shall give her everything she wants and grant her every wishes.
As is your duty and privilege from now on until the end of time.
This is a collaboration I didn't expect, but that I'm thankful for.
I got a note a good while ago from someone who does seem to like a great many things in common, Thumbeh
thumbeh who went on to ask for a collab with me just having to say what I wanted, who I had in mind for a character and they'd do the rest. We conversed, trying to balance things out and the end result was a tale involving a character from the Sonic comic that we both like: Surge the tenrec. Ideas were exchanged, a tale was written and then there we were with a project. Took some time as of course animation is not done in 5 minutes, but there it is as the illustration above is but an excerpt. The real thing can be seen just below.https://mega.nz/file/8kESlJqI#-rQgm.....oNvxgoOSrKW9Ng
Now just what is going on here? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
SURGING FROM THE LAMP
Your village depends on your success.
Eggman's own attacks had drained the oasis to the small desert outpost you live at, making it look near dried-up. Having enough water to grow crops, to stay hydrated, to basically subsist is vital for the well-being of everyone, be they travelers or people who had settled there and all of the efforts everyone piled up on yielded nothing. Digging down, finding a new oasis or water source, vying for new trade routes...nothing for the long or even short-term as there has been a legend passed down through generations. It tells the tale of the one who did create the oasis thanks to a most wondrous gift, a chance meeting that would ensure prosperity for a long time, a hero who wished for a miracle and received it...
All thanks to a magic lamp housing a mighty genie.
Few give credence to this story, thinking it myth far more than fact...but what else is needed rather than a miracle. The Restoration is busy on all corners of Mobius and yours is an isolated little place, perhaps even not the direct target of Eggman and yet a victim just the same. If the lamp exists, the legend true, then it could solve many issues including this most recent one. Thus despite some of the inhabitants telling you they object, they are far too busy toiling for a more concrete solution to stop you from trekking in the desert in search of a fable. It is a heavy burden you bear, a great task ahead of you but still you carry on day and night with meager rations and next-to-none flasks of drinking water. You've survived through such environment and harsh climate before...but not quite like this.
The book tells of signs that are vague, ambiguous, more than a little open to interpretation and you go around in circle to try and see what the hero saw, only to then see through dunes, crevices and eventual tunnels out of a malformed rock piling that there might be just someplace unexplored...or at least shelter from an upcoming sandstorm. You enter, yet the rocks tumble, sand and wind assail you and you lose grip on your sense of sight and touch as you roll and get tossed deep underground...to a chamber seemingly untouched by time, where polished marble columns rise up to unseen heights, to an abyss above as if you fell through kilometers of void...or into another dimension altogether. The ground is spotless, sculpted finely as the circular chamber you find yourself in showcases something upon a small altar, the very object you've been seeking actually.
The magic lamp is made of gold, shaped like an old oil lamp just like in the book, only there are emeralds and obsidians upon its gilded exterior. There is an unnatural and ethereal glimmer to it, pulling your gaze upon its radiance as you pick it up solemnly, all too ready and eager to unleash the one within, the mystical djinn whose power rivaled that of deities if the legend is to be hold as true. You're nervous, filled with expectations of importance and awe, yet dreadful due to doubt and fear also assailing you. Stories can be twisted, told with many changes over the years so as to turn false, corrupted...and yet what other choice have you got but to try, to rub it and hope for the best?
Unfortunately, your fears could have warned you of something catastrophic to come, an event you'll soon be unable to stop no matter what.
Someone else had heard of the legend, seeking the power to enact revenge and rid Mobius of someone she hates. A tenrec named Surge, a result of inhumane experiments, meant to replace the blue blur by killing him and taking his place, failing to do both. Her creator draining away her memories until only the name Surge remained, she was keenly aware of this, filled with rage as her prime directive still held true...though for her own sake rather than that of anyone else. Separated from her partner Kitsunami, she still sought ways to destroy the hedgehog for good, eventually hearing of that tale through unconventional and rather violent means. Her own speed, her resilience, did grant her a massive advantage as to her continued survival and her search, making her land within this exact room you are in, yet the legends were true...until they weren't as things are never so simple and permanent as they seemed.
The djinn from prior had managed to get out of the lamp, living out another life as the lamp had been empty for decades if not centuries. Yet it yearned to be filled, for the position of djinn to be taken by someone else and this desire, this innate duty to the object of enchantment and cosmic energies grew with each passing moment, with every months and years it couldn't fulfill its perceived obligations. Thus when the next person did find it, Surge in this case, it was all too happy to suck her up, to transform the core of the tenrec's being into something else. Supercharging her with magic, some of the lessons and paradigms either corrupted through lack of use or merely forgotten, the power of the lamp was bound to Surge as she is unleashed, released from the lamp for you to behold.
“Greetings, master. You summoned me, Surge the genie. You get wishes, yadda yadda yadda...I mean, if you're here you've read the tales or someone told you about it. Something like that, yeah?” the djinn goes on to say, a green furred and quilled tenrec with teeth as sharp as those of a shark or crocodile, with manners certainly not befitting the noble being described in the legend, though also lovely in a way that was decidedly unique. A bedlah of black and gold was her attire, her chest protuberant and her midriff on display, abdominal muscles shiny as if oiled precisely and with an eye for sensuality. A rough kind of beauty, a tail of black and gold flickering as it is attached to the spout of the lamp you just rubbed. Floating above the ground and you, she looks down at your surprised expression and then smirk, her arms crossed just beneath her chest. “Oh yeah, soak it in. Get an eyeful. I know I'm pretty great, but you know what? Whatever the problem is, I can help you out. Let me tell you how~”
Too astonished to formulate much of anything, your worldview is certainly expanded upon the realization that djinns are real and that they come in all shapes and size. She snaps her fingers, creating music out of thin air as she then claps her hands twice to produce some mystical mist of green and gold, barely perceptible yet tinting the entire area with an atmosphere under her own control. The beat of the drums, of the string instruments and the cymbals goes on to fill your ears as it sounds like the music comes straight from your mind, moving to your eardrums. It's a bizarre sensation, but it's about to get not only stranger...but more appealing too.
“You see, as a genie I know so many things, can do feats no one could ever dream up. I'm all-powerful and you just gotta soak in it~” Surge goes on to say, her tone not exactly just sultry but predatory, filled with a confidence and smarm that comes off as charming but also dangerous. You ought be a bit worried, yet she begins to sway her hips as her midriff muscles goes on to reflect the light mist, glimmers upon those abs stealing your gaze away as those motions are perfectly-controlled. She doesn't seem like it, but she can dance as she is just about to show you. “Fantasies, ambitions, I can fulfill them all and more...but you could make the most of it and for that you need to listen to me. You wouldn't want to mess up, do you?”
You certainly wouldn't as what she is saying is sensible enough. Her voice penetrates within you the same way the music does, both never clashing with the other as her tone actually meshes with the melody surprisingly well. Those hip sways turn into slight circles, subtle at first until she then lowers her own arms and hand to frame her hourglass figure slowly, sensually. It's a display of beauty from someone who made a crude first impression, yet that second one is certainly seductive as she spins her hips wider and wider, dictating how the music goes as if it was her body controlling the flow and beat as opposed to how it is supposed to go. They are slow until they go fast as her digits caresses her own hips, moving up to her waist and then a small undulation goes on to break the ongoing rhythm, a change of pace and routine that captivates you instantaneously.
“Very good. You gotta keep an open mind and see things differently if you want to get the most of it. A genie like me is a beautiful, powerful thing and you ought to respect that. Shutting up is a really good start, let me tell you~” Surge continues, her words as sharp as her own teeth and yet the way that belly goes on to undulate, abs flowing like water, then moving left and right as she twists then back away her waist results in waves upon waves of sensuality going on to crash upon the shore of your receptive mind. The mist gels, growing opaque and thick as multiple swirls form within the open air to accompany this most intriguing and charming sight. They make you think of how she spun them in wide and tight circles, how her hands tantalizingly demonstrated her curves as the raw power and magic in this environment goes on to intoxicate you a little. “Best relax and not get too excited. Gotta slow down your thoughts and just breathe. In and out, real easy. Just follow my instructions and things will be juuuuust fine. More than fine in fact~”
You inherently do as she says, the mist coming in within your nostrils and your mouth as her own scent, her essence fills you and you can't help but swim in a most pervasive form of ecstasy. You seem to see double as two semi-ethereal versions of Surge go on to gyrate her waist, going on to slowly rotate up and down her hips before crashing them down in one fell drop that hammers upon your psyche like a hammer upon an anvil. It reverberates upon your mind, making your heart beat faster as it becomes increasingly harder not to think of the lovely and confident tenrec. She looks so strong, so gorgeous, as your own perceptions of anything else vanishes little by little. She claims your senses and you don't even realize that her tail has gone on to wrap itself around your wrists and your thighs, subtly coiling you up not just mentally, but physically as well.
“You're so good at this. I think you and I are gonna get along just fine, especially if you know how to listen and to follow my suggestions~” Surge continues as the irony hits her, information you cannot nor will ever know in the form that she has been the result of hypnosis from a nefarious being of self-conceit...and now she uses the same technique though differently for similar results. The lack of pain does make things better for her and you, however, as she chuckles softly and then lift her arms up, stretching her belly taut as she bumps her hips upward slowly at first to the beat of drums which goes quicker with each passing moment, a crescendo for something upcoming. “In fact, since we'll be such pals and I'll make your life so much easier, why not let me do everything? Your meals, your destination, planning stuff, even thinking for you...I mean, why think for yourself when you got a sexy genie to do it in your stead, right?”
Without magic or a more sensual approach, this would have worked on absolutely no one, yet you are wrapped around her finger, in the palm of her hand as the bumps gets faster until they are turned into shimmies. Shaking of the hips so fast and intense that they are like pistons pumping away your individual will. The mist within ensures of that, a result of the genie tenrec producing something that would tint your thoughts and your thinking process with ideas concording with her own desires. Your brain is of green and gold, the swirls from the mist and now from the smoke created by her are everywhere, even caressing her supple and strong body in order to entice you, to make you crave the dance and the way she makes you feel good. Light-headed, downright addicted, you've been smiling for the past few moments as your own eyes are even colored by her own palette. You've not even noticed that her eyes have been projecting such patterns, spiraling and drilling within your own mind as you are under her sway, her power holding you firmly not just in place but in bliss. Your entire body is warm due to her tail coiled around you like that of a snake, coaxing away your independence as surely as her dance is claiming your focus and your priorities.
“The way you smile and drool for me really let me know you want that to happen. Tell you what, we could be together forever and I could be guiding you towards greatness. Sounds cool, uh?” Surge says as by now her voice is everywhere and nowhere. Her belly is so close to your face and yet so far away, a gigantic version of herself in the background towering over you, the proximity of the other creating a trippy superposition that gives off pulsations of bliss and sweet mind-numbing goodness. You are so entranced, so seduced that by now you'd not only do and agree to whatever she says, but becomes whatever she wants you to be. “Here's what you should wish for. I wish to be mistress Surge eternal slave, to be hers now and forever and to be the protector of her lamp. Say it for me~”
You have no other choice, no other alternative, the option too tempting as your lips move and you don't even hear yourself speak...but still is that wish granted and now she has laid claim to all that you are and ever will be. Had the lamp been less affected by time, been less eager and rushing towards getting another djinn...or genie as Surge said due to mishearing the name...well things would have turned differently. The power upgrade she dearly wanted is finally given to her, Surge getting to be all-powerful, eternally young, beautiful and now in control of it all as you obey her every commands. Her music, her dance and her ownership fills your mind with glee as by now you shall give her everything she wants and grant her every wishes.
As is your duty and privilege from now on until the end of time.
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