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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43473080/*
I had a craving for Tikal.
Can't say I know why, but since I did have a design for her genie, hypnotized self and I found a new artist, I decided to indulge and try them out. Wumpamgs is their name and so far they have a knack for furry/Sonic characters. They're fairly new, yet seem to be quite popular already. Given their level of shading, how fast this was drawn and the little touches she added, I'd say there are good chances I'll go back for some more in the future. She also does take commissions, so check it out!
Do also check out my Patreon if you like my work and want to maybe participate in monthly bonus stories, bi-weekly CYOA chapters and more! https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now what is going on with Tikal? Read on and find out!
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I DREAM OF TIKAL
“Sonic, heed my words...”
The fastest thing alive, the blue blur himself felt reality shifting around him, a blinding light going on to incapacitate him for the briefest of moment. It was sudden, momentarily confusing, yet there was also a familiar sensation that accompanied all of this along with that voice. He had heard her before, this woman with a smooth and soft tone, making him feel this way using a method incredibly similar to this. It had been a long time ago, back during an adventure of his involving Chaos...there was an echidna woman from the past who warned so many of them as to danger ahead. Learning from prior mistakes and history to better make sense of their present. Yes, as he got his bearings back he could recall her name.
Tikal.
“It is very important that you listen, that you give me all your attention.”
He couldn't quite see where she was, appearing through dreams in which he couldn't speak or do much but observe when she interacted with them. Visions of some sort, a past civilization and its downfall. It was all very troublesome, yet in the end made it so they had all saved the day. If she had come back, it was certainly to warn them again as from what little he knew she resided in the Master Emerald now, living in some kind of afterlife in peace with Chaos and all these little chao. For her to get out of this when she hadn't before, even during that thing with the Ark and other such events meant everything as he tried to see her...until he did in a way that was decidedly not what he expected at all: in what could only be called a bedlah.
“Just gaze upon me, listen carefully and all shall be well.”
He had come to learn this term, bedlah, because of his own trip inside the Arabian Nights. Shahra had taught him that word and its meaning, alongside with the traditional dance that was performed sometimes while wearing such attire. A few called it belly dancing, but its real name was baladi. For this echidna to be actually doing it was entirely unexpected, pushing forth more confusion than anything else and yet some part of him did feel that watching her might be just that...important.
“You need not speak nor think. Merely watch and everything will become quite clear~”
Her voice took another tone. It was still soft and calm, but there was a certain sensuality as the jewel-wearing, midriff-baring and oddly curvaceous echidna went on to sway her hips in a perfect pendulum motion while occasionally undulating her waist and her abdomen. Each time she did so, a certain pulsation went on to be felt around him, as if inside his own brain. It was odd, but more than that it granted him an uncanny bliss that he couldn't quite comprehend. Only bask in.
“See the pattern? See the beauty in my outfit, in my performance? Focus on those and nothing else alongside my voice~”
It was easy to do as she said. Much too easy in fact. Then again, he did recall that her counsel and her intervention had been crucial and this perception of her only fueled a certain desire of his to stare and cooperate. If he could find his voice, lost amidst that white void filled by nothing else but the echidna with a...smoke tail? If he could find his voice, he'd ask so many questions yet they seemed to vanish with each repetition of that cycle. Left and right...left and right...left and right...Sexy rolls...
“I am here to help you, to make you feel good and prepared. Trust me like you did before~”
That nagging sensation began to dissolve away, that sentiment that something was wrong. If a pretty girl went on to dance for you, dressed like this, then who was he to refuse? He sensed himself smiling as he finally realize that there were spirals inside her own eyes...pretty loops of pure mesmerism that he could not get enough of. That sudden description felt alien to him, but also comforting as Sonic was in the middle of something...something important? Yet probably not as important as that wonderful dance Tikal was performing.
“Let me soothe you, remove all your worries. Consider this a reward for being a hero, for being a savior~”
Why yes, he had earned it. After defeating Eggman so many times alongside other foes, Sonic definitely had the right to such a recompense. And Tikal was...she was growing more beautiful with each passing moment. He didn't think it possible, especially given he never gave much thought to romance and lust, instead preferring adventure and freedom...but she was making a very sound argument as to being tantalizing herself. She gyrated her waist, going for low-key hip circles and then for a few shakes of her hips, shimmies those were called, as it scrambled and twisted his brain into dull yet blissful complacency.
“Think of nothing else but me. Let your mind go to sleep. This is a beautiful dream that you do not want to see end~”
She was right. So far she had been nothing but that as Sonic felt as if he was melting and as if she was growing taller, larger, sexier. It was as if she became gigantic not to impose on him but instead to make sure he'd see every inches of her alluring body, of that sweet and smooth baladi display. It was enough to really push away all those silly, useless thoughts about Shadow and Knuckles acting strangely...
About...
...
About nothing. There were no problems, nothing else to do but admire and do as she said. The spirals and that sexy body of hers were really all that mattered as soon patterns filled the void. Mystical, ancient and yet hypnotic, Sonic gazed deeply and without restraint as joy filled his heart, relaxation made his body feel limp and his entire focus was on the echidna. Nothing was wrong.
Nothing at all.
“Good. You are in a trance, in a wonderful state of ecstasy all thanks to you being obedient, following my instructions. Now shut your mind down and let me whisper to you of important matters...things that are important for my mistress~”
* * *
Tikal did so once every week, without fail.
Her mistress, the great Rouge the Bat, wielder of the Mistress Emerald, knew quite well that some would not understand her power and her privilege. They would not accept that she had enslaved and claimed both Shadow and Knuckles to herself, that she had given way to the true form and purpose of both the Mistress Emerald and herself, the echidna djinn. Yet she knew fairly well that these heroes deserved better than to just be rendered mindless and docile. So she made a wish.
And Tikal obeyed.
Once per week, the genie would visit the dream of each very important heroes or heroines, those with power and means, importance to Mobius. She would go on and hypnotize them within, leaving no trace of her arrival and no memories for them to recall anything. She used visions, the methods that her mistress preferred, hypnotic dancing, to make it so they would not be a nuisance to the great bat goddess that Rouge was. Amy Rose, Tails, Sonic, Silver, Blaze and countless others were clueless as to the change that had been put in place for the guardian of Angel Island and for the so-called ultimate life-form. Both would be loving, devoted and happy slaves to Rouge who would shower them with her affection and her attention. While it would have been possible to just add all those people to the slave list, Rouge saw no need for that as it would be a hassle to deal with it all fairly. Besides, Sonic and the others needed to be completely clear to be able to do what they did best: save the world. She just didn't want them in the way of Shadow, Knuckles, Tikal or her own happiness.
This had been going on for months now, each one of them falling into trance and being subtly sent suggestions and commands. In their sleep, they absorbed it all, their subconscious accepting it as they were seduced, hypnotized and docile. It was a boon from Rouge, a moment of mindless joy that they would get to revisit unbeknownst to them. Thus no one sought to break this excellent design, this evolution of the paradigm by the great mistress and Tikal would get to make them feel good.
And none would ever be the wiser.
I had a craving for Tikal.
Can't say I know why, but since I did have a design for her genie, hypnotized self and I found a new artist, I decided to indulge and try them out. Wumpamgs is their name and so far they have a knack for furry/Sonic characters. They're fairly new, yet seem to be quite popular already. Given their level of shading, how fast this was drawn and the little touches she added, I'd say there are good chances I'll go back for some more in the future. She also does take commissions, so check it out!
Do also check out my Patreon if you like my work and want to maybe participate in monthly bonus stories, bi-weekly CYOA chapters and more! https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now what is going on with Tikal? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I DREAM OF TIKAL
“Sonic, heed my words...”
The fastest thing alive, the blue blur himself felt reality shifting around him, a blinding light going on to incapacitate him for the briefest of moment. It was sudden, momentarily confusing, yet there was also a familiar sensation that accompanied all of this along with that voice. He had heard her before, this woman with a smooth and soft tone, making him feel this way using a method incredibly similar to this. It had been a long time ago, back during an adventure of his involving Chaos...there was an echidna woman from the past who warned so many of them as to danger ahead. Learning from prior mistakes and history to better make sense of their present. Yes, as he got his bearings back he could recall her name.
Tikal.
“It is very important that you listen, that you give me all your attention.”
He couldn't quite see where she was, appearing through dreams in which he couldn't speak or do much but observe when she interacted with them. Visions of some sort, a past civilization and its downfall. It was all very troublesome, yet in the end made it so they had all saved the day. If she had come back, it was certainly to warn them again as from what little he knew she resided in the Master Emerald now, living in some kind of afterlife in peace with Chaos and all these little chao. For her to get out of this when she hadn't before, even during that thing with the Ark and other such events meant everything as he tried to see her...until he did in a way that was decidedly not what he expected at all: in what could only be called a bedlah.
“Just gaze upon me, listen carefully and all shall be well.”
He had come to learn this term, bedlah, because of his own trip inside the Arabian Nights. Shahra had taught him that word and its meaning, alongside with the traditional dance that was performed sometimes while wearing such attire. A few called it belly dancing, but its real name was baladi. For this echidna to be actually doing it was entirely unexpected, pushing forth more confusion than anything else and yet some part of him did feel that watching her might be just that...important.
“You need not speak nor think. Merely watch and everything will become quite clear~”
Her voice took another tone. It was still soft and calm, but there was a certain sensuality as the jewel-wearing, midriff-baring and oddly curvaceous echidna went on to sway her hips in a perfect pendulum motion while occasionally undulating her waist and her abdomen. Each time she did so, a certain pulsation went on to be felt around him, as if inside his own brain. It was odd, but more than that it granted him an uncanny bliss that he couldn't quite comprehend. Only bask in.
“See the pattern? See the beauty in my outfit, in my performance? Focus on those and nothing else alongside my voice~”
It was easy to do as she said. Much too easy in fact. Then again, he did recall that her counsel and her intervention had been crucial and this perception of her only fueled a certain desire of his to stare and cooperate. If he could find his voice, lost amidst that white void filled by nothing else but the echidna with a...smoke tail? If he could find his voice, he'd ask so many questions yet they seemed to vanish with each repetition of that cycle. Left and right...left and right...left and right...Sexy rolls...
“I am here to help you, to make you feel good and prepared. Trust me like you did before~”
That nagging sensation began to dissolve away, that sentiment that something was wrong. If a pretty girl went on to dance for you, dressed like this, then who was he to refuse? He sensed himself smiling as he finally realize that there were spirals inside her own eyes...pretty loops of pure mesmerism that he could not get enough of. That sudden description felt alien to him, but also comforting as Sonic was in the middle of something...something important? Yet probably not as important as that wonderful dance Tikal was performing.
“Let me soothe you, remove all your worries. Consider this a reward for being a hero, for being a savior~”
Why yes, he had earned it. After defeating Eggman so many times alongside other foes, Sonic definitely had the right to such a recompense. And Tikal was...she was growing more beautiful with each passing moment. He didn't think it possible, especially given he never gave much thought to romance and lust, instead preferring adventure and freedom...but she was making a very sound argument as to being tantalizing herself. She gyrated her waist, going for low-key hip circles and then for a few shakes of her hips, shimmies those were called, as it scrambled and twisted his brain into dull yet blissful complacency.
“Think of nothing else but me. Let your mind go to sleep. This is a beautiful dream that you do not want to see end~”
She was right. So far she had been nothing but that as Sonic felt as if he was melting and as if she was growing taller, larger, sexier. It was as if she became gigantic not to impose on him but instead to make sure he'd see every inches of her alluring body, of that sweet and smooth baladi display. It was enough to really push away all those silly, useless thoughts about Shadow and Knuckles acting strangely...
About...
...
About nothing. There were no problems, nothing else to do but admire and do as she said. The spirals and that sexy body of hers were really all that mattered as soon patterns filled the void. Mystical, ancient and yet hypnotic, Sonic gazed deeply and without restraint as joy filled his heart, relaxation made his body feel limp and his entire focus was on the echidna. Nothing was wrong.
Nothing at all.
“Good. You are in a trance, in a wonderful state of ecstasy all thanks to you being obedient, following my instructions. Now shut your mind down and let me whisper to you of important matters...things that are important for my mistress~”
* * *
Tikal did so once every week, without fail.
Her mistress, the great Rouge the Bat, wielder of the Mistress Emerald, knew quite well that some would not understand her power and her privilege. They would not accept that she had enslaved and claimed both Shadow and Knuckles to herself, that she had given way to the true form and purpose of both the Mistress Emerald and herself, the echidna djinn. Yet she knew fairly well that these heroes deserved better than to just be rendered mindless and docile. So she made a wish.
And Tikal obeyed.
Once per week, the genie would visit the dream of each very important heroes or heroines, those with power and means, importance to Mobius. She would go on and hypnotize them within, leaving no trace of her arrival and no memories for them to recall anything. She used visions, the methods that her mistress preferred, hypnotic dancing, to make it so they would not be a nuisance to the great bat goddess that Rouge was. Amy Rose, Tails, Sonic, Silver, Blaze and countless others were clueless as to the change that had been put in place for the guardian of Angel Island and for the so-called ultimate life-form. Both would be loving, devoted and happy slaves to Rouge who would shower them with her affection and her attention. While it would have been possible to just add all those people to the slave list, Rouge saw no need for that as it would be a hassle to deal with it all fairly. Besides, Sonic and the others needed to be completely clear to be able to do what they did best: save the world. She just didn't want them in the way of Shadow, Knuckles, Tikal or her own happiness.
This had been going on for months now, each one of them falling into trance and being subtly sent suggestions and commands. In their sleep, they absorbed it all, their subconscious accepting it as they were seduced, hypnotized and docile. It was a boon from Rouge, a moment of mindless joy that they would get to revisit unbeknownst to them. Thus no one sought to break this excellent design, this evolution of the paradigm by the great mistress and Tikal would get to make them feel good.
And none would ever be the wiser.
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