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Coco the Djinndicoot - Orcbrother
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58916903/ *
More Djinndicoot, anyone?
My pal Orcbrother had shown he had been working on this one after having drawn the genie version of Tawna Bandicoot from Crash 4. I was certainly enthusiastic about it, promising a story and then...well life happened. Yet a promise had been made, on both our end and we aimed to deliver...so enjoy this continuation of the Djinndicoots Saga!
Now who gets to see Coco this time? Read on and find out!
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TRUE FAKE
Was he the real Crash now? Was it how it worked?
Nobody had seen Crash Bandicoot for the longest time, yet here he was despite it all. Fake Crash most called him, an attempt by Dr. Neo Cortex to replicate his nemesis yet to no avail as the new marsupial was too stupid, prone to dancing in the background and just downright useless at times...which to his credit wasn't exactly all that far off from the original version. Fake Crash's feelings would have been hurt, yet he did not know what prone and downright meant. At any rate, he was quickly forgotten and then discarded to his own devices by the doctor and then...
Well now there was a distinct lack of bandicoots to be seen. Not just Crash, but Coco, Crunch, Tawna...many had simply disappeared, with some theorizing a great many things on the subject. Time travel, multi-dimensional journey, trapped in some endless and dangerous journey...few knew the truth of the matter, with Fake Crash knowing least among them. He'd try to search for clues, yet he knew not what theorizing and endless meant, so it was a moot point. What he did know was what Crash did every day...or at least according to what Fake Crash had observed. Thus he tried his best to emulate the classics, since he was Crash now...or at least maybe he was.
Running, dashing, spinning, breaking crates, collecting Wumpa fruits and gems...he tried it all to the best of his abilities as he did so willy-nilly, without much direction or purpose. Riding polar bear, motorbikes, polar bear on motorbikes...he did get a few things wrong but then there was no one to tell him he was being chaotic, silly and a bit of a mess. No Aku Aku or Uka Uka, no Fake Coco for she hadn't been invented yet...or maybe he didn't know that or worse: she didn't know. Nonetheless, he amassed fruits and gems as he was wont to do, that is until his antics were indeed noticed. Especially given he did raid one of Dr. Cortex' lab thinking it was merely a stepping stone in his self-appointed journey and adventure.
“Oh my, sounds like you've been on quite on adventure. A clone of my brother, I see!”
He heard that when rummaging, jumping and bouncing on top of Middle Eastern houses, riding atop magic carpets like platforms. Aimless as he ever was, he turned around to see another bandicoot, the first he had noticed since the start of this wondrous adventure, wondrous in the sense that he wondered when he would actually find enemies, bosses, secret levels and the like. Yet here was a gal worthy of a supplementary section full of goodies, a bedlah bandicoot of blonde hair, curly yet attached in a ponytail, dressed of red and gold, with curves that even his dullard intellect could realize were glorious to behold. A bare midriff, some cleavage, delicate makeup and jewelry, she was legless, a thick smoke tail flickering and waving in the air as she looked upon him with a smile.
“Yes, you are right...I am Coco, the genie of the lamp, your...half-sister one could say? A generous term for a clone of my sibling,” the djinndicoot went on to explain, taking charge of the conversation as much like the first and better-designed Crash, Fake Crash was not the greatest conversationalist. Even the typical Woah! were lacking in his vocabulary, which was a potent tell of his limited understanding. “And I see you're carrying on in his stead! Bashing crates, jumping around...what an honor for Crash. But are you thinking of replacing him? Of maybe becoming the one and only? Is that what you're thinking?”
Thinking had never been his forte, Fake Crash a bandicoot of action, although the more apt term would be of impulse rather than action. Yet as Coco did get closer, she seemed to be rolling her stomach, gently spinning her hips in rotation that were short yet slow. A makeshift dance which drew his gaze as while he always did have difficulties focusing, the result of being cloned from someone with an obvious attention deficit, he did feel it was easy enough to concentrate on his...sister? Half-sister? Maybe-clone of the potential Fake Coco? It proved hard to really seize everything and yet she did not leave him lingering for long.
“Yet he is on a new adventure, he is still there...albeit in a much more fitting and sumptuous form~” Coco began to explain, her voice low, calm and slow. There was even a bit of mischief tinted with kindness in her tone, though the subtleties were lost on Fake Crash. What he did know was that her voice was lovely and very easy to listen to. “Would you like to see him?”
Her hips rose and dropped in the gentlest of waves, those spins never picking up on speed yet certainly in complexity as her tail went on to scratch his chin, lifting his gaze slightly up as he had been staring at her stomach despite himself. Her eyes were spinning, swirling, the principles of rotation applied not just to her lower body. It made everything feel out of balance except her, Fake Crash wavering and yet anchored to what she did, said and simply to her presence. She produced something out of thin air, holding it before his eyes. It was a touch comical, almost grotesque and yet...magnificent.
“My brother is my lamp now...joined to me in eternity and servitude...caught in bliss unending~” Coco began to contextualize, though her words were lost on the dullard who eyed her midsection superseded by the lamp that had once been Crash Bandicoot. An elongated snout acting as tip and spout, his hairdo upon the lid, his eyes like swirling gemstones, a smile stretched upon the base as the orange and blue characteristic of him were all present. This was unmistakably the marsupial hero, though in a very different shape indeed. “We both serve, are bound by the delight of submission...and that is the fate of the true Crash.”
Fake Crash couldn't quite avert his eyes, didn't even know that he could resist or that he even should try to in the first place. Completely submerged in the gazes of Coco and Crash, all accompanied by this dance which made her midriff seem so smooth, luscious and mesmerizing, Fake Crash could not deny the appeal. He did not understand it, much like he didn't quite understand much, but his instincts did tell him how much he enjoyed this. The little pistons of those hips gaining in speed for a brief moment did hammer down those sentiments, proverbial nails on a figurative coffin.
“But if you're supposed to be him...shouldn't you be a lamp too? House some genie, maybe?” Coco hinted at, her tone a little playful as her tail went on to coil gently around Fake Crash, bringing warmth and a mysterious tingle to the clone before retracting it. She arched her lower back, then scrunched her stomach forward to create flutters, waves of expansion and retraction upon her belly which gained in speed, then definition to become undulations. A sea of skin, of beauty to behold and then Fake Crash moved forward one step. “Wouldn't you rather follow in Crash' footsteps? Wasn't that your purpose since the beginning?”
Too slow to properly realize he was being played, hypnotized, his own eyes were swirls of her eyes and the lamp, of the colors of Coco's bedlah. She was too stunning, too gorgeous to be denied and before he knew it, or knew at least a little bit more than the near-empty repertoire of his own mind, he nodded. It just made sense, no matter how bizarre everything was turning out to be.
“Your wish is my command~” Coco said, snapping her fingers as if to both awaken and make Fake Crash slumber. He slumped and then began to feel his flesh and fur melt. His muscles slackened, his bones became jelly and yet there was no pain, only incredible ecstasy. A warm current which soothened both spirit and body as he was lifted from atop the ground into the air. Helpless, powerless, he was prone to her magic now as Coco chuckled. “You'll love this~”
He began to fold, to inflate in some areas as his legs and arms were incorporated inside his own body. Like a sphere sculpted with the most gentle fingers, he went from soft to solid in some areas as his snout went on to elongate, to extend into a tube which opened up with his nose. His rather silly-looking grin, full of awkward teeth of various sizes, became the basis while his bushy eyebrows remained atop his spiraling eyes. No more neck, shoulders, torso, just a big face imprinted upon a lamp whose enchantments were stuck. A feedback, a loop of bliss and joy smoothened the experience and Fake Crash was what Coco had designed: a magic lamp.
“What an ugly lamp...but oh well, the master commanded and thus I obey,” she said to no one in particular, perhaps to the vestige of Fake Crash as she grabbed the handle. In truth she could have started with the transformation...but she did enjoy the whole hypnosis aspect. It had been too long since the last one and given who it was...she could have her little fun. Yet now it was time to return with the task complete, the offering of the lamp made from a failed clone. Perhaps it would actually house a genie in time...
She'd certainly feel sorry for whoever would be stuck inside this vessel.
More Djinndicoot, anyone?
My pal Orcbrother had shown he had been working on this one after having drawn the genie version of Tawna Bandicoot from Crash 4. I was certainly enthusiastic about it, promising a story and then...well life happened. Yet a promise had been made, on both our end and we aimed to deliver...so enjoy this continuation of the Djinndicoots Saga!
Now who gets to see Coco this time? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * *
TRUE FAKE
Was he the real Crash now? Was it how it worked?
Nobody had seen Crash Bandicoot for the longest time, yet here he was despite it all. Fake Crash most called him, an attempt by Dr. Neo Cortex to replicate his nemesis yet to no avail as the new marsupial was too stupid, prone to dancing in the background and just downright useless at times...which to his credit wasn't exactly all that far off from the original version. Fake Crash's feelings would have been hurt, yet he did not know what prone and downright meant. At any rate, he was quickly forgotten and then discarded to his own devices by the doctor and then...
Well now there was a distinct lack of bandicoots to be seen. Not just Crash, but Coco, Crunch, Tawna...many had simply disappeared, with some theorizing a great many things on the subject. Time travel, multi-dimensional journey, trapped in some endless and dangerous journey...few knew the truth of the matter, with Fake Crash knowing least among them. He'd try to search for clues, yet he knew not what theorizing and endless meant, so it was a moot point. What he did know was what Crash did every day...or at least according to what Fake Crash had observed. Thus he tried his best to emulate the classics, since he was Crash now...or at least maybe he was.
Running, dashing, spinning, breaking crates, collecting Wumpa fruits and gems...he tried it all to the best of his abilities as he did so willy-nilly, without much direction or purpose. Riding polar bear, motorbikes, polar bear on motorbikes...he did get a few things wrong but then there was no one to tell him he was being chaotic, silly and a bit of a mess. No Aku Aku or Uka Uka, no Fake Coco for she hadn't been invented yet...or maybe he didn't know that or worse: she didn't know. Nonetheless, he amassed fruits and gems as he was wont to do, that is until his antics were indeed noticed. Especially given he did raid one of Dr. Cortex' lab thinking it was merely a stepping stone in his self-appointed journey and adventure.
“Oh my, sounds like you've been on quite on adventure. A clone of my brother, I see!”
He heard that when rummaging, jumping and bouncing on top of Middle Eastern houses, riding atop magic carpets like platforms. Aimless as he ever was, he turned around to see another bandicoot, the first he had noticed since the start of this wondrous adventure, wondrous in the sense that he wondered when he would actually find enemies, bosses, secret levels and the like. Yet here was a gal worthy of a supplementary section full of goodies, a bedlah bandicoot of blonde hair, curly yet attached in a ponytail, dressed of red and gold, with curves that even his dullard intellect could realize were glorious to behold. A bare midriff, some cleavage, delicate makeup and jewelry, she was legless, a thick smoke tail flickering and waving in the air as she looked upon him with a smile.
“Yes, you are right...I am Coco, the genie of the lamp, your...half-sister one could say? A generous term for a clone of my sibling,” the djinndicoot went on to explain, taking charge of the conversation as much like the first and better-designed Crash, Fake Crash was not the greatest conversationalist. Even the typical Woah! were lacking in his vocabulary, which was a potent tell of his limited understanding. “And I see you're carrying on in his stead! Bashing crates, jumping around...what an honor for Crash. But are you thinking of replacing him? Of maybe becoming the one and only? Is that what you're thinking?”
Thinking had never been his forte, Fake Crash a bandicoot of action, although the more apt term would be of impulse rather than action. Yet as Coco did get closer, she seemed to be rolling her stomach, gently spinning her hips in rotation that were short yet slow. A makeshift dance which drew his gaze as while he always did have difficulties focusing, the result of being cloned from someone with an obvious attention deficit, he did feel it was easy enough to concentrate on his...sister? Half-sister? Maybe-clone of the potential Fake Coco? It proved hard to really seize everything and yet she did not leave him lingering for long.
“Yet he is on a new adventure, he is still there...albeit in a much more fitting and sumptuous form~” Coco began to explain, her voice low, calm and slow. There was even a bit of mischief tinted with kindness in her tone, though the subtleties were lost on Fake Crash. What he did know was that her voice was lovely and very easy to listen to. “Would you like to see him?”
Her hips rose and dropped in the gentlest of waves, those spins never picking up on speed yet certainly in complexity as her tail went on to scratch his chin, lifting his gaze slightly up as he had been staring at her stomach despite himself. Her eyes were spinning, swirling, the principles of rotation applied not just to her lower body. It made everything feel out of balance except her, Fake Crash wavering and yet anchored to what she did, said and simply to her presence. She produced something out of thin air, holding it before his eyes. It was a touch comical, almost grotesque and yet...magnificent.
“My brother is my lamp now...joined to me in eternity and servitude...caught in bliss unending~” Coco began to contextualize, though her words were lost on the dullard who eyed her midsection superseded by the lamp that had once been Crash Bandicoot. An elongated snout acting as tip and spout, his hairdo upon the lid, his eyes like swirling gemstones, a smile stretched upon the base as the orange and blue characteristic of him were all present. This was unmistakably the marsupial hero, though in a very different shape indeed. “We both serve, are bound by the delight of submission...and that is the fate of the true Crash.”
Fake Crash couldn't quite avert his eyes, didn't even know that he could resist or that he even should try to in the first place. Completely submerged in the gazes of Coco and Crash, all accompanied by this dance which made her midriff seem so smooth, luscious and mesmerizing, Fake Crash could not deny the appeal. He did not understand it, much like he didn't quite understand much, but his instincts did tell him how much he enjoyed this. The little pistons of those hips gaining in speed for a brief moment did hammer down those sentiments, proverbial nails on a figurative coffin.
“But if you're supposed to be him...shouldn't you be a lamp too? House some genie, maybe?” Coco hinted at, her tone a little playful as her tail went on to coil gently around Fake Crash, bringing warmth and a mysterious tingle to the clone before retracting it. She arched her lower back, then scrunched her stomach forward to create flutters, waves of expansion and retraction upon her belly which gained in speed, then definition to become undulations. A sea of skin, of beauty to behold and then Fake Crash moved forward one step. “Wouldn't you rather follow in Crash' footsteps? Wasn't that your purpose since the beginning?”
Too slow to properly realize he was being played, hypnotized, his own eyes were swirls of her eyes and the lamp, of the colors of Coco's bedlah. She was too stunning, too gorgeous to be denied and before he knew it, or knew at least a little bit more than the near-empty repertoire of his own mind, he nodded. It just made sense, no matter how bizarre everything was turning out to be.
“Your wish is my command~” Coco said, snapping her fingers as if to both awaken and make Fake Crash slumber. He slumped and then began to feel his flesh and fur melt. His muscles slackened, his bones became jelly and yet there was no pain, only incredible ecstasy. A warm current which soothened both spirit and body as he was lifted from atop the ground into the air. Helpless, powerless, he was prone to her magic now as Coco chuckled. “You'll love this~”
He began to fold, to inflate in some areas as his legs and arms were incorporated inside his own body. Like a sphere sculpted with the most gentle fingers, he went from soft to solid in some areas as his snout went on to elongate, to extend into a tube which opened up with his nose. His rather silly-looking grin, full of awkward teeth of various sizes, became the basis while his bushy eyebrows remained atop his spiraling eyes. No more neck, shoulders, torso, just a big face imprinted upon a lamp whose enchantments were stuck. A feedback, a loop of bliss and joy smoothened the experience and Fake Crash was what Coco had designed: a magic lamp.
“What an ugly lamp...but oh well, the master commanded and thus I obey,” she said to no one in particular, perhaps to the vestige of Fake Crash as she grabbed the handle. In truth she could have started with the transformation...but she did enjoy the whole hypnosis aspect. It had been too long since the last one and given who it was...she could have her little fun. Yet now it was time to return with the task complete, the offering of the lamp made from a failed clone. Perhaps it would actually house a genie in time...
She'd certainly feel sorry for whoever would be stuck inside this vessel.
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