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WOAH! Genie Bandicoots - OmegaLuxifer
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*
I have a certain fondness for the Crash Bandicoot games.
While they are pretty hard and I think them less polished than the Mario ones, there's definitely an appeal to the adventure of that crazed and dumb marsupial and his cohort of allies/enemies. It's some good old platforming and I liked the 4th one quite a bit...thus why this idea came to me. The alternate Tawna was quite cool and I wanted something with her and Coco...and we all know what that means around here.
The artist is OmegaLuxifer
omegaluxifer who has proven himself time and time again to be amazing in many ways. The way he's drawn the Crash-lamp, that sheen on their midriff, the angle, the lighting, their outfit...everything is just smooth and sublime. One could do far worse than consider commissioning them, which is why I'll link their price sheet right here: https://twitter.com/Luxidoro/status.....C5rfnm-M8nAAAA
And if you like my work, do know that I have a Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now just what is going on here? Read on and find out!
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BANDICOOT GENIES, WOAH!
Dr. Neo Cortex was pretty tired of losing.
Shrinking the planet, using crystals, time travel, disguising himself as a woman, nothing seemed to work when it came to world domination and defeating that blasted bandicoot as he sighed while he was back to the proverbial and literal drawing board. Images of death rays, of orbital stations, or hiring more dangerous henchmen or producing more came to mind yet it had all been done before and by him no less. He needed something original, something unique that would vanquish that thorn on his side, that wumpa-fruit chumping experiment of his turned bitter-enemy. This moronic marsupial always seemed to find a way to spin-attack him to smithereens, bashing boxes and jumping toward all those crystals and gems he needed for his plans. It was frustrating, non-sensical, outright absurd for this to always happen to someone as intelligent, resourceful, handsome, perfect as he was...but he'd get the last laugh, of that he was certain.
“How about a giant robot, that would work, yes?” N. Gin went on to suggest, making it so Cortex barely lifted his eyes and eyebrows in response to this oh-so-original idea. “It could shoot missiles and bombs and he would explode, go up in flames!”
“Oh yes, sure, absolutely, like all those other times, N. Gin...” Cortex responded as he scribbled down a few drawing of Crash dying in all sorts of ways, being cut in two by a giant sword, being flattened like a pancake, frozen in a huge block of ice, all wishful thinking on his part. “Except that it failed. Every. Single. Time. No giant robot. We need something different, something so incredible that Crash and Coco won't ever see it coming. Oh, if only I could get an idea, a hint, anything!”
“Master Cortex, master Cortex, I did it...I defeated one of the bandicoots!” came in one of the henchmen whom he hired, an actual scientist who had been hired as an “intern”, which actually meant free labor as far as the brilliant Neo Cortex knew. This one came from one of the portal in time left in by one of the past attempt from N. Tropy and himself to conquer history, to radically alter the course of destiny...only to fail as they always did. Still, they were somehow functional even though loops, pre-ordained events and so forth had been set up...time nonsense that Cortex did not understand and cared not too much for. Still, could it be that it was his fate to finally defeat them once and for all? “I got one of them in that bottle, trapped inside!”
“Oooooh, let me see, let me see!” N. Gin went on to say, getting closer only to realize that this bottle was quite opaque and was somehow ever-changing to colors of blue and pink along with gold frills, a psychedelic and kaleidoscopic effect that seemed more fit for a lava lamp than something that the intern held. “Hey, where's the bandicoot...where's Crash?”
“I do beg your pardon, sir...but it's not Crash at all. It was a girl actually,” the intern said as Cortex gave him a good look and he could see without the shadow of a doubt that he came from the old Arabian Nights period of history...probably from the Ottoman empire part or somesuch. Again, Cortex did not really care but his vestments, baggy pants, turban and long, puffy-sleeved vest did indicate that kind of “meshing” with the surroundings that Cortex had asked of those who went to the past or future, some dressed like knights or cavemen to be more fitting. “She was weird too, all tall, radical-looking, with some kind of blue and blonde mohawk of some sort? She just appeared out of nowhere too.”
“Of course it had to be a bandicoot from another dimension...and not even one of the right ones,” Cortex began to lament as he knew exactly who he was talking about. Back when he mutated animals, he had gone on to create a few bandicoots like Coco and Crash, yet he also did Tawna to be a more...sexier kind of gal. For science. Yet in another dimension it wasn't Crash but rather this one who became some sort of rebel hero and in some kind of wild, long and tedious adventure had come to team-up with her for a brief period of time. A capable, daring and yet ultimately very ordinary kind of adventurer as far as he was concerned...yet one who wouldn't be caught by someone as unimpressive as...whoever this intern was. “How did you even manage to capture her? She knows kung-fu, has a grappling hook and everything while you're...you're...well obviously you.”
“Well, at first I did as I was instructed, sticking to a patrol route and going back and forth, staying at the same spot in case the bandicoot would arrive...but then I saw this one coming and I...do pardon me for my insubordination, but I hid,” the intern began to explain as both N. Gin and Neo Cortex went on to listen, the latter indeed having instructed his minions to cover minimal ground in order for each inches to be covered and in sight...but an ambush, that was a novel idea. “She walked past me and stopped in order to see where she should be headed next, but then I struck from behind and trapped her in the bottle. Will this get me a good mention in my report as an intern, master Cortex?”
“Oh yes, of course, of course! Most certainly. I'll even give you a name to suit your deeds. You'll be...gotta start with an N. to keep up the branding...N. Genius. Right, there you go,” Cortex said, indeed happy that someone did show some initiative and skills despite it being at the expense of disobedience from someone as lowly as a minion. Already tired of seeing him, though, Cortex gave him his most smarmy, fake smile as he then moved both hands in a demanding position, like a child asking for a present. “Now do get back to your post in case the other bandicoots come by. There'll be a big, big promotion for you if you manage that feat again. Leave the bottle to me...for experiments, you understand.”
“Of course master. I'll make you proud!” the intern went on to say moving back to the portal before turning around. “Oh, but my name is Steve actually, if you could just refer me by my-”
“Can't hear you over the time portal, N. Genius, big science experiment to do, world domination, LALALA!” Cortex said, pressing the button to send his far-too-ambitious minion back in the Ottoman empire or somesuch, already thinking of ways to maybe get rid of him as Cortex did not need the competition in his ranks. As the newly-christened N. Genius went back in time, Cortex went on to put the bottle on his table, rubbing his hands with an evil smirk on his face. “Oh yes...maybe we'll just get what we need here, a big, big breakthrough!”
“But doctor, we've tried magic with Uka Uka before and all those element masks and it didn't even work. What could a bottle like this do?” he asked, being quite a simpleton for a mad genius as Cortex once again looked at him as if the answer was as obvious as the big N on his forehead. “You wanna drink that girl or something?”
“Fool! Had I know some of my interns had found a way to produce genies, I'd have gone with that approach years ago. Wishes, reality-alteration, enslaving the will of others...think man, think!” Cortex responded, already imagining a dozen scenarios in which he'd triumph, keeping the bottle close by so as to disallow N. Gin from touching it.
“Enslaving the will of others? Didn't N. Trance try that and fail miserably?” N. Gin retorted, somewhat making a point and yet not-so-much judging by the looks of Neo Cortex as the mad doctor could only see success and no possibility of failure, both a high point and a fault on his part, on his character.
“That rotten little egg was a fool and an idiot. I'll succeed where he failed...starting now!” Cortex went on to say as he rubbed the bottle, making it so the ever-changing colors began to stick in place, as if the act on Dr. Neo Cortex's part was the only thing needed to seal the proverbial deal, as his decision indeed went on to unleash something incredible upon the world. “Now get out of the bottle, genie! Hear and obey your new master!”
Unbeknownst to him, a whole process had been going on inside the object he held and was just beginning to truly interact with. Tawna had indeed been captured, one moment looking at some middle-eastern architecture and then being sucked inside a bottle, lifted from the ground as her legs and feet had been turned into swirling smoke. It had been a massive and shocking surprise, her every efforts somewhat useless as Aku Aku hadn't been there to protect her, meaning that this was perhaps the end. She had felt her arms being pulled down, a massive spark rise in her veins and muscles, jolting everything into painless stupor as the world spun, her scream muffled before it even reach outward of her lungs while she turned into intangible matter, then was sucked inside this receptacle. She knew not what would come next, though nothing could have prepared for what would come next.
“Awaken, genie of the bottle.”
An imperious, neutral voice came from all corners inside a room that was small, spherical and yet somewhat comfy. Cushions, colorful little accessories all made for comfort but little else as the sound of that voice, those exact words, made it so Tawna had regained consciousness. It was an imperative, something that awakened a part of her as she looked at her surroundings and then at herself, only to see that she was dressed like some harem girls or belly dancer, clad in a bedlah that was certainly not her style, no matter how much she rocked it. Her midriff on display, abdominal muscles and all, her hips and waist bare, an amount of cleavage there to see, full of bling, satin and silk, with gold jewelry, she went on to feel only confusion at that coupled with a slight anger. This, however, was coupled with a deep and well-understood notion that she was indeed the genie of this bottle.
“Let us shape you into what you must be.”
Before any words could even be said, any protest could be vocalized, a spiral emerged from all corners of the wall, seen from all directions and immediately Tawna could do naught but stare deeply, once again taken by surprise. An innate sense told her that this was good, that this is what would and should happen, yet she was ever the rebellious one that would shape her fate and she fought to the best of her abilities, trying to move her gaze in another direction...yet anywhere she looked the spiral followed. Closing her eyes was too difficult, bordering on the impossible as the spiral in itself was simply...beautiful. It was never-ending, pulling her deeper and deeper as the mesmerizing pattern seemed to have a mind of its own while it sucked hers in, shushing out any possible initiative simply by being there and looping endlessly.
“You are a genie slave, bound to the bottle and eager to find a master to serve.”
As much as this should repulse her, this knowledge was akin to a puzzle piece that was made to fit her scrambled mind, one being unmade and remade with every passing seconds of the spiral within. Ancient magic, rules and rituals came in with this bottle, the one she inhabited and was linked to and Tawna was made to not only comprehend this, but also accept its intricacies as much as she could. Soon any sign of struggle, any expression of effort was banished in favor of pure calmness, a void-like stare that reflected only one thing: the spiral.
“You are here to obey, to rejoice in being useful. You are powerful, but meant to be wielded.”
Further statements such as these came in, absorbed and then locked in place within her spirit as the tenacious and bold Tawna began to get twisted, controlled by forces that she could do nothing against no matter how much she tried. All the while new skills, knowledge and supernatural abilities that she'd need were instilled within her, superseding any possible strain of self-sufficiency, self-determination and general autonomy. She learned of devious magic, of reality-altering, of dancing and many other such things as soon she felt filled with a will to serve, to be someone's slave rather than her own being. The will of the bottle was hers and whoever held it would command her. That much she knew and accepted.
“You are a slave, bound to grant even the wildest of wishes.”
More like this was said, quite a few repeated over hundred of times as time stretched itself out within the bottle. It was its own pocket dimension, making its own rules and with no need to drink, eat, sleep or do anything a mortal normally would meant that Tawna could only focus itself on her learning. Soon hypnotized, completely turned, she had begun to smile and feel genuine happiness at this fate, forgoing any personal values in favor of being a good servant. Thus, when she felt the bottle being rubbed, she went on to get released and in a torrent of smoke she got out, bowed with her palms clasped and her eyes still spiraling as she said the magic words.
“I am the genie of the bottle, here to obey you and grant your wishes, master!”
The first thing she saw was the smile of the one who owned her, a man with a N on his forehead that was all too ready and willing to use her for nefarious deed.
Dr. Neo Cortex...
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It was a good day to unwind.
Crash and Coco's life was perhaps the most hectic thing to be ever believed. They could pass days on the beach of their island, watching television or napping, doing nothing of particular significance...until Dr. Neo Cortex would come up with another scheme and then they would travel through different timelines, dimensions, islands, through lands and environments with different filters of colors, with places that bent the laws of time and space and so forth. Bashing boxes, collecting crystals, gems and ankhs, finding masks, fighting enemies, life was an adventure to them except when it was not. It was one extreme or the other with them and it suited them just fine as Coco was programming on her laptop while Crash was busy napping on the couch. Neither were particularly on their guard, seeing no reason for that as whenever Cortex was about to unleash some new shenanigans he ever did so with much fanfare. The man, to say the least, was not subtle.
“I do wonder what's going on with Dingodile and Tawna. Been a little while since we last saw them since our last bout with Cortex,” Coco asked, ever the more verbose of the two as she hoped for an answer from her brother, only to her him snoring. She could not ever recall him saying a single word, yet that did not stop him from being particularly expressive as she thought to work on a trans-dimensional Internet browser, something to keep her busy and keep herself connected to that other Tawna, the one they fought with for the sake of the timeline among other things. The cool, capable and stylish bandicoot had been a great ally as Coco wanted to be a bit more like her in the future, an adventurous lady of action...not that she wasn't already that anyway. Still, as she began to work on her newest project, a big and flashy puff of smoke went on to erupt right at their home as it woke up Crash and made Coco turn around, that being a surefire sign of Dr. Neo Cortex being up to something once again. “Cortex sure works fast. Get ready Crash, I'm sure we're in for-”
Yet even before anything was said or done, the smoke began to vanish gradually to leave out the one person Coco had been thinking about: Tawna. There was something different about her, though, not wearing the patched jeans, vest and sweater that made her so stylish, but rather something very unlike her: a bedlah. It was a revelatory kind of ensemble, something that left a little to the imagination, yet not too much as her body was on display, all save for her legs which were turned into a mixture of puffy pants and a smoke tail which flickered and swayed in place as she floated above the ground. “Greetings, you two, a most incredible opportunity is here for you to enjoy!” Tawna said, her voice seeming a bit off, much her like her demeanor as she seemed to be a little more direct and sultry in her stance than she was. The former felt a little closer to what Coco could expect, yet the latter not-so-much, the harem-worthy garment certainly clashing with what she knew of the bandicoot from another dimension. “All courtesy of my most wondrous master, Dr. Neo Cortex!”
Coco should have acted sooner, this being but a vanishing after-thought as the smarter of the two related bandicoots had made one grave mistake: looking into Tawna's eyes. Being ever polite and much more of a conversationalist than her brother, Coco knew how inspect expressions and body language, though much of it coming from eye contact as the spirals in this smoke gal, this “genie” Tawna seemed to drain her of much of her mental faculties, of her reflexes. They seemed deep and beautiful, those spirals that stared at her with a little smirk on those lips as Tawna seemed all the more radiant and dominating, making it so Coco lost much of her brain power and wisdom as she unwittingly began to become further mesmerized the longer she stared and thought about that hypnotic gaze.
“Woah...” the less eloquent of the two said, Crash being ever earnest even in his lack of verbosity as he had unceremoniously thought somehow wisely looked somewhere else: at Tawna's body. Those muscles coupled with those sumptuous curves certainly were an eyeful, the kind that he latched onto even without truly thinking, something he was innately very good at. The bedlah certainly helped in that matter as that cleavage and that midriff were more than just a little in display. However, Tawna was in another league than N. Tropy, N. Gin and the others in that she was filled with the purest, most powerful of magic as opposed to science merely harnessing a mere fraction of the wild powers of the cosmos. As such, to reel in the one she had been tasked of dealing with, she had many ideas yet chose one that would prove to be a show-off of her talent and devotion: she began to dance.
“I'm very glad your sister is paying attention, Crash, but you should as well. Just look and listen closely because I'm gonna change your whole life,” Tawna said, filled with the determination to carry out the orders given to her by her owner as the enslaved though grateful genie-bandicoot went on to go for wide circles with her hips as she waved her fingers toward Crash, beginning to control him as if he was puppet. His own hips began to spin too while his eyes glued themselves on the rotating waistline and that rump which was flexed and moved to the side, to the front, to the side again and then back before repeating the whole routine. “Coco can look into my eyes some more while you look everywhere else. I don't mind, so long as you hear what I have to say.”
“Woah!” Crash said in response, ever the one with the richest of vocabular as the sight of an alternate version of his once-girlfriend seduced him thoroughly. The hypnotic energy coursing through that light amount of fur and that sublime flesh more than helped him focus however, as Tawna kept Coco on an invisible and intangible sort of leash with her gaze, the spirals drilling deeply and irrevocably on the bright mind that was Crash's sister. Herself vaulted forward and looking up at the towering genie-bandicoot, her own instincts proved to be treacherous as they told to look further, deeper, to shut down her other senses as the magic of Tawna's own aura, of her spells, invaded both Crash and Coco.
“I'm gonna change everything, make things so much easier for you. All you need to do is trust in me, let me be in charge and let my magic do everything,” Tawna said, the training she had received in picoseconds stretched onto decades making it so she wielded power with no efforts, no struggle whatsoever as if her fingers passed through the current of a small river. Fluid like water, her spins were large, her tail scratching Crash's chin to ensure his gaze would be fixated as she then reduced to diameter of her rotation, going slightly faster too. “Look deep, lose yourself to my charm, fall under my power and I'll make it so you'll be eternally happy and content...you want that more than anything, isn't that right?”
“W-woah...” Crash responded, his very poor elocution skills failing him even further than usual as he began to feel his head spin, that dance charming him akin to a charmer before a snake, playing their melody. The sound of Tawna's voice was much like music to his hear, something catchy which he didn't totally get yet could dance to, get lost into as the bandicoot saw his eyes turn into spirals too. Coco, meanwhile, felt as if the beach and island were being swallowed into the pools of that gaze, of that irresistible pattern which sucked in whatever it could, including her logic and rational thinking. Even though it was unnatural, dangerous, suspicious...it felt good and Coco did fall into the twisted explanation that Tawna could be trusted even though she admitted for working with Neo Cortex, their own enemy.
“It involves you two and I won't spoil the surprise, but your whole world will change thanks to me and my amazing master...the one you will soon call the same way,” Tawna continued as her rotations turned even quicker, even shorter as they were hip gyrations and Crash followed through, almost turning into some kind of corkscrew himself were it not for his surprising flexibility and durability. Coco and Crash both began to smile and drool, helpless before the transformed Tawna that was once their ally in a grand adventure, turned now into a tool for the one who wanted nothing more than for them both to be dealt with permanently. “Just shut your mind down and let yourselves go. I promise it'll be nothing but bliss from now on.”
“Woah!” Crash said with a certain enthusiasm as he followed Tawna own wordless directions, acting as the puppet that he was being turned into as she shimmied her hips very fast, resulting in his trying to replicate it as best he could...by using his spin-attack. At first it was but a reaction, but then he kept on spinning continuously, turning into some kind of small orange whirlwind as Tawna chuckled upon that sight as she then moved her hands toward Crash while her tail went on to coil around Coco, much like one of a serpent. The colorful and smooth would-be-appendage comforted and kept Coco standing straight, a reminder of the hold Tawna had upon her while she dealt with Crash as per the request of her master.
“I will shape you into something different, something much more useful...in a way that will bring you even closer to your sister,” Tawna explained as her palms went on to adjust to the constant spinning as sparks of her magic coursed through the bandicoot rotating at blazing speed. It made it so the flesh, muscles and blood of the heroic yet stupid Crash began to soften, to turn from solid to semi-liquid in a way not unlike clay as she pressed her digits onto that new material that he was turning into. “I hold your fate in my hands and it's a glorious one. Feel my magic, my words and my dance reform your soul and flesh.”
Coco could not really observe in a direct way even though she was seeing what was happening straight in front of her. Despite Tawna's gaze not even being aimed at her now, she still felt its weight upon her spirit, its warmth spinning right into every pores of her skin as that tail went up and down, massaging and stroking as if to please and make her wait for her turn. She could somewhat distinguish through all these spirals that her brother was being made thinner, squished and made tall and then small while he spun. He was handled like a vase, going so fast that she could not see how his eyes were still spiraling and his smile was at its peak, too hypnotized to comprehend much of anything despite him already not being the brightest bulb in any possible room. In silence she was patient, dizzy yet somewhat eager for this mysterious surprise to happen.
“You're malleable, both in identity and role, in shape and in utility as you will be much simpler. You will rest all day, having nothing to do but be near your precious Coco all the time,” Tawna continued as she still-spinning bandicoot began to diminish in size, to see its humanoid width and height turn into something else altogether. A rounder base, his feet and legs fused together to create something that could still stand on its own and yet not move. His arms placed against his sides and then fused to his torso while it was being flattened and rolled with careful strokes. His face was squashed and then inserted into his neck, his shoulders pressed together as this was crude and imprecise, but this was the start of something intricate altogether. “You'll be magnificent and prized, that much I can promise you.”
Crash had no more lips, no more eyes or anything on his face now as it had merged with the rest of his body, turned into clay-like substance yet in his spirit he still saw Tawna dancing, her hypnotic performance recorded and playing in a loop as he spun no more from his own efforts but mostly due to her power now. He went on to become smaller and smaller, his fur turned into some kind of brass and glass while his flesh turned all smooth. The base was made curvier, angles being turned into more spherical and yet natural expansion of the thin frame which lead to some kind of opening on the very top of the object Crash was turning into.
“Almost done. Soon you will begin your newest and greatest role yet, happily in trance for all of eternity and housing greatness forever,” Tawna continued as what Crash was turning into was finally made clearer: a bottle. Orange with waves of blue, the faintest pattern of Crash Bandicoot was recognizable here for Coco to behold and yet she could do nothing much about it, even her own emotions not being under her control anymore. All she could feel was eagerness and happiness as Tawna then went on to lift her from the ground and moved her just above her transformed brother. “Now off you go. You'll become much like me and we'll work together for our beloved master...”
Crash was no longer who he was, filled to the brim with a very special mission: to house a genie. He was a bottle made for that, each strokes of Tawna's palms reinforcing that thought and explaining that role through secret languages and spells. A certain suction began and another kind of spinning whirlwind escaped from the opening of the bottle as Coco was caught within. Near-immediately her legs were stretched as they fused together to create a tail that would be taken inside what had once been her brother. Far too mesmerized and lost to recognize what was happening, no matter how fantastical and non-scientific it was, Coco let it all happen as her own mass was turned gradually into smoke until the bandicoot girl was all but gone, absorbed within the bottle as Tawna picked it up with a simple smile and then snapped her fingers to return back to the one who awaited her: the brilliant doctor Neo Cortex. Her master.
“Behold, master, what you wanted as per your very first wish: for me to deal with your enemies in the specific ways you describe,” Tawna said, bowing very lowly before the diminutive owner of her bottle. Beholden to him due to her pledge and her new nature as a genie, she had no qualms or reservations to betray her once-allies, her friends, to the one who had turned traitor on them during their last adventure. Such was the duty and privilege of a genie as Cortex picked up the bottle and laughed maniacally at the sight of the object he held in his hand. “I hope you enjoyed the show I gave you, master.”
Having also wished to be able to witness her actions, Cortex knew that perhaps there might have been wiser wishes to make, but to see Coco and Crash losing so badly had been more than worth it as he looked at the bottle and knew for a fact that this was Crash just by the colors upon it. His nemesis would be forever entranced, holding his sister captive and transformed into something else, a slave, a servant...another bandicoot genie. As he rubbed the bandicoot-turned-bottle, it began to shake as Coco emerged from that receptacle, having gone through the same regimen as Tawna with spirals in her eyes and fitted with a bedlah that made it so even Cortex himself could see the allure in her.
“Master, you have summoned me and here I am to obey. Tell me your wishes and they shall be granted,” Coco said as she stood next to Tawna as the two bandicoot gals awaited for their next commands. Cortex had basically gotten everything he could wish for as he had two genies, two bottles to contain them and nothing to stop him anymore as Tawna would be able to deal with them in a flash. All he'd need to do was find things to wish for now that he had gained pretty much all he could want for the moment. He'd had to dig deep to find desires to sate, but that, well...
It was a nice problem to have for once.
I have a certain fondness for the Crash Bandicoot games.
While they are pretty hard and I think them less polished than the Mario ones, there's definitely an appeal to the adventure of that crazed and dumb marsupial and his cohort of allies/enemies. It's some good old platforming and I liked the 4th one quite a bit...thus why this idea came to me. The alternate Tawna was quite cool and I wanted something with her and Coco...and we all know what that means around here.
The artist is OmegaLuxifer
omegaluxifer who has proven himself time and time again to be amazing in many ways. The way he's drawn the Crash-lamp, that sheen on their midriff, the angle, the lighting, their outfit...everything is just smooth and sublime. One could do far worse than consider commissioning them, which is why I'll link their price sheet right here: https://twitter.com/Luxidoro/status.....C5rfnm-M8nAAAAAnd if you like my work, do know that I have a Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now just what is going on here? Read on and find out!
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BANDICOOT GENIES, WOAH!
Dr. Neo Cortex was pretty tired of losing.
Shrinking the planet, using crystals, time travel, disguising himself as a woman, nothing seemed to work when it came to world domination and defeating that blasted bandicoot as he sighed while he was back to the proverbial and literal drawing board. Images of death rays, of orbital stations, or hiring more dangerous henchmen or producing more came to mind yet it had all been done before and by him no less. He needed something original, something unique that would vanquish that thorn on his side, that wumpa-fruit chumping experiment of his turned bitter-enemy. This moronic marsupial always seemed to find a way to spin-attack him to smithereens, bashing boxes and jumping toward all those crystals and gems he needed for his plans. It was frustrating, non-sensical, outright absurd for this to always happen to someone as intelligent, resourceful, handsome, perfect as he was...but he'd get the last laugh, of that he was certain.
“How about a giant robot, that would work, yes?” N. Gin went on to suggest, making it so Cortex barely lifted his eyes and eyebrows in response to this oh-so-original idea. “It could shoot missiles and bombs and he would explode, go up in flames!”
“Oh yes, sure, absolutely, like all those other times, N. Gin...” Cortex responded as he scribbled down a few drawing of Crash dying in all sorts of ways, being cut in two by a giant sword, being flattened like a pancake, frozen in a huge block of ice, all wishful thinking on his part. “Except that it failed. Every. Single. Time. No giant robot. We need something different, something so incredible that Crash and Coco won't ever see it coming. Oh, if only I could get an idea, a hint, anything!”
“Master Cortex, master Cortex, I did it...I defeated one of the bandicoots!” came in one of the henchmen whom he hired, an actual scientist who had been hired as an “intern”, which actually meant free labor as far as the brilliant Neo Cortex knew. This one came from one of the portal in time left in by one of the past attempt from N. Tropy and himself to conquer history, to radically alter the course of destiny...only to fail as they always did. Still, they were somehow functional even though loops, pre-ordained events and so forth had been set up...time nonsense that Cortex did not understand and cared not too much for. Still, could it be that it was his fate to finally defeat them once and for all? “I got one of them in that bottle, trapped inside!”
“Oooooh, let me see, let me see!” N. Gin went on to say, getting closer only to realize that this bottle was quite opaque and was somehow ever-changing to colors of blue and pink along with gold frills, a psychedelic and kaleidoscopic effect that seemed more fit for a lava lamp than something that the intern held. “Hey, where's the bandicoot...where's Crash?”
“I do beg your pardon, sir...but it's not Crash at all. It was a girl actually,” the intern said as Cortex gave him a good look and he could see without the shadow of a doubt that he came from the old Arabian Nights period of history...probably from the Ottoman empire part or somesuch. Again, Cortex did not really care but his vestments, baggy pants, turban and long, puffy-sleeved vest did indicate that kind of “meshing” with the surroundings that Cortex had asked of those who went to the past or future, some dressed like knights or cavemen to be more fitting. “She was weird too, all tall, radical-looking, with some kind of blue and blonde mohawk of some sort? She just appeared out of nowhere too.”
“Of course it had to be a bandicoot from another dimension...and not even one of the right ones,” Cortex began to lament as he knew exactly who he was talking about. Back when he mutated animals, he had gone on to create a few bandicoots like Coco and Crash, yet he also did Tawna to be a more...sexier kind of gal. For science. Yet in another dimension it wasn't Crash but rather this one who became some sort of rebel hero and in some kind of wild, long and tedious adventure had come to team-up with her for a brief period of time. A capable, daring and yet ultimately very ordinary kind of adventurer as far as he was concerned...yet one who wouldn't be caught by someone as unimpressive as...whoever this intern was. “How did you even manage to capture her? She knows kung-fu, has a grappling hook and everything while you're...you're...well obviously you.”
“Well, at first I did as I was instructed, sticking to a patrol route and going back and forth, staying at the same spot in case the bandicoot would arrive...but then I saw this one coming and I...do pardon me for my insubordination, but I hid,” the intern began to explain as both N. Gin and Neo Cortex went on to listen, the latter indeed having instructed his minions to cover minimal ground in order for each inches to be covered and in sight...but an ambush, that was a novel idea. “She walked past me and stopped in order to see where she should be headed next, but then I struck from behind and trapped her in the bottle. Will this get me a good mention in my report as an intern, master Cortex?”
“Oh yes, of course, of course! Most certainly. I'll even give you a name to suit your deeds. You'll be...gotta start with an N. to keep up the branding...N. Genius. Right, there you go,” Cortex said, indeed happy that someone did show some initiative and skills despite it being at the expense of disobedience from someone as lowly as a minion. Already tired of seeing him, though, Cortex gave him his most smarmy, fake smile as he then moved both hands in a demanding position, like a child asking for a present. “Now do get back to your post in case the other bandicoots come by. There'll be a big, big promotion for you if you manage that feat again. Leave the bottle to me...for experiments, you understand.”
“Of course master. I'll make you proud!” the intern went on to say moving back to the portal before turning around. “Oh, but my name is Steve actually, if you could just refer me by my-”
“Can't hear you over the time portal, N. Genius, big science experiment to do, world domination, LALALA!” Cortex said, pressing the button to send his far-too-ambitious minion back in the Ottoman empire or somesuch, already thinking of ways to maybe get rid of him as Cortex did not need the competition in his ranks. As the newly-christened N. Genius went back in time, Cortex went on to put the bottle on his table, rubbing his hands with an evil smirk on his face. “Oh yes...maybe we'll just get what we need here, a big, big breakthrough!”
“But doctor, we've tried magic with Uka Uka before and all those element masks and it didn't even work. What could a bottle like this do?” he asked, being quite a simpleton for a mad genius as Cortex once again looked at him as if the answer was as obvious as the big N on his forehead. “You wanna drink that girl or something?”
“Fool! Had I know some of my interns had found a way to produce genies, I'd have gone with that approach years ago. Wishes, reality-alteration, enslaving the will of others...think man, think!” Cortex responded, already imagining a dozen scenarios in which he'd triumph, keeping the bottle close by so as to disallow N. Gin from touching it.
“Enslaving the will of others? Didn't N. Trance try that and fail miserably?” N. Gin retorted, somewhat making a point and yet not-so-much judging by the looks of Neo Cortex as the mad doctor could only see success and no possibility of failure, both a high point and a fault on his part, on his character.
“That rotten little egg was a fool and an idiot. I'll succeed where he failed...starting now!” Cortex went on to say as he rubbed the bottle, making it so the ever-changing colors began to stick in place, as if the act on Dr. Neo Cortex's part was the only thing needed to seal the proverbial deal, as his decision indeed went on to unleash something incredible upon the world. “Now get out of the bottle, genie! Hear and obey your new master!”
Unbeknownst to him, a whole process had been going on inside the object he held and was just beginning to truly interact with. Tawna had indeed been captured, one moment looking at some middle-eastern architecture and then being sucked inside a bottle, lifted from the ground as her legs and feet had been turned into swirling smoke. It had been a massive and shocking surprise, her every efforts somewhat useless as Aku Aku hadn't been there to protect her, meaning that this was perhaps the end. She had felt her arms being pulled down, a massive spark rise in her veins and muscles, jolting everything into painless stupor as the world spun, her scream muffled before it even reach outward of her lungs while she turned into intangible matter, then was sucked inside this receptacle. She knew not what would come next, though nothing could have prepared for what would come next.
“Awaken, genie of the bottle.”
An imperious, neutral voice came from all corners inside a room that was small, spherical and yet somewhat comfy. Cushions, colorful little accessories all made for comfort but little else as the sound of that voice, those exact words, made it so Tawna had regained consciousness. It was an imperative, something that awakened a part of her as she looked at her surroundings and then at herself, only to see that she was dressed like some harem girls or belly dancer, clad in a bedlah that was certainly not her style, no matter how much she rocked it. Her midriff on display, abdominal muscles and all, her hips and waist bare, an amount of cleavage there to see, full of bling, satin and silk, with gold jewelry, she went on to feel only confusion at that coupled with a slight anger. This, however, was coupled with a deep and well-understood notion that she was indeed the genie of this bottle.
“Let us shape you into what you must be.”
Before any words could even be said, any protest could be vocalized, a spiral emerged from all corners of the wall, seen from all directions and immediately Tawna could do naught but stare deeply, once again taken by surprise. An innate sense told her that this was good, that this is what would and should happen, yet she was ever the rebellious one that would shape her fate and she fought to the best of her abilities, trying to move her gaze in another direction...yet anywhere she looked the spiral followed. Closing her eyes was too difficult, bordering on the impossible as the spiral in itself was simply...beautiful. It was never-ending, pulling her deeper and deeper as the mesmerizing pattern seemed to have a mind of its own while it sucked hers in, shushing out any possible initiative simply by being there and looping endlessly.
“You are a genie slave, bound to the bottle and eager to find a master to serve.”
As much as this should repulse her, this knowledge was akin to a puzzle piece that was made to fit her scrambled mind, one being unmade and remade with every passing seconds of the spiral within. Ancient magic, rules and rituals came in with this bottle, the one she inhabited and was linked to and Tawna was made to not only comprehend this, but also accept its intricacies as much as she could. Soon any sign of struggle, any expression of effort was banished in favor of pure calmness, a void-like stare that reflected only one thing: the spiral.
“You are here to obey, to rejoice in being useful. You are powerful, but meant to be wielded.”
Further statements such as these came in, absorbed and then locked in place within her spirit as the tenacious and bold Tawna began to get twisted, controlled by forces that she could do nothing against no matter how much she tried. All the while new skills, knowledge and supernatural abilities that she'd need were instilled within her, superseding any possible strain of self-sufficiency, self-determination and general autonomy. She learned of devious magic, of reality-altering, of dancing and many other such things as soon she felt filled with a will to serve, to be someone's slave rather than her own being. The will of the bottle was hers and whoever held it would command her. That much she knew and accepted.
“You are a slave, bound to grant even the wildest of wishes.”
More like this was said, quite a few repeated over hundred of times as time stretched itself out within the bottle. It was its own pocket dimension, making its own rules and with no need to drink, eat, sleep or do anything a mortal normally would meant that Tawna could only focus itself on her learning. Soon hypnotized, completely turned, she had begun to smile and feel genuine happiness at this fate, forgoing any personal values in favor of being a good servant. Thus, when she felt the bottle being rubbed, she went on to get released and in a torrent of smoke she got out, bowed with her palms clasped and her eyes still spiraling as she said the magic words.
“I am the genie of the bottle, here to obey you and grant your wishes, master!”
The first thing she saw was the smile of the one who owned her, a man with a N on his forehead that was all too ready and willing to use her for nefarious deed.
Dr. Neo Cortex...
* * *
It was a good day to unwind.
Crash and Coco's life was perhaps the most hectic thing to be ever believed. They could pass days on the beach of their island, watching television or napping, doing nothing of particular significance...until Dr. Neo Cortex would come up with another scheme and then they would travel through different timelines, dimensions, islands, through lands and environments with different filters of colors, with places that bent the laws of time and space and so forth. Bashing boxes, collecting crystals, gems and ankhs, finding masks, fighting enemies, life was an adventure to them except when it was not. It was one extreme or the other with them and it suited them just fine as Coco was programming on her laptop while Crash was busy napping on the couch. Neither were particularly on their guard, seeing no reason for that as whenever Cortex was about to unleash some new shenanigans he ever did so with much fanfare. The man, to say the least, was not subtle.
“I do wonder what's going on with Dingodile and Tawna. Been a little while since we last saw them since our last bout with Cortex,” Coco asked, ever the more verbose of the two as she hoped for an answer from her brother, only to her him snoring. She could not ever recall him saying a single word, yet that did not stop him from being particularly expressive as she thought to work on a trans-dimensional Internet browser, something to keep her busy and keep herself connected to that other Tawna, the one they fought with for the sake of the timeline among other things. The cool, capable and stylish bandicoot had been a great ally as Coco wanted to be a bit more like her in the future, an adventurous lady of action...not that she wasn't already that anyway. Still, as she began to work on her newest project, a big and flashy puff of smoke went on to erupt right at their home as it woke up Crash and made Coco turn around, that being a surefire sign of Dr. Neo Cortex being up to something once again. “Cortex sure works fast. Get ready Crash, I'm sure we're in for-”
Yet even before anything was said or done, the smoke began to vanish gradually to leave out the one person Coco had been thinking about: Tawna. There was something different about her, though, not wearing the patched jeans, vest and sweater that made her so stylish, but rather something very unlike her: a bedlah. It was a revelatory kind of ensemble, something that left a little to the imagination, yet not too much as her body was on display, all save for her legs which were turned into a mixture of puffy pants and a smoke tail which flickered and swayed in place as she floated above the ground. “Greetings, you two, a most incredible opportunity is here for you to enjoy!” Tawna said, her voice seeming a bit off, much her like her demeanor as she seemed to be a little more direct and sultry in her stance than she was. The former felt a little closer to what Coco could expect, yet the latter not-so-much, the harem-worthy garment certainly clashing with what she knew of the bandicoot from another dimension. “All courtesy of my most wondrous master, Dr. Neo Cortex!”
Coco should have acted sooner, this being but a vanishing after-thought as the smarter of the two related bandicoots had made one grave mistake: looking into Tawna's eyes. Being ever polite and much more of a conversationalist than her brother, Coco knew how inspect expressions and body language, though much of it coming from eye contact as the spirals in this smoke gal, this “genie” Tawna seemed to drain her of much of her mental faculties, of her reflexes. They seemed deep and beautiful, those spirals that stared at her with a little smirk on those lips as Tawna seemed all the more radiant and dominating, making it so Coco lost much of her brain power and wisdom as she unwittingly began to become further mesmerized the longer she stared and thought about that hypnotic gaze.
“Woah...” the less eloquent of the two said, Crash being ever earnest even in his lack of verbosity as he had unceremoniously thought somehow wisely looked somewhere else: at Tawna's body. Those muscles coupled with those sumptuous curves certainly were an eyeful, the kind that he latched onto even without truly thinking, something he was innately very good at. The bedlah certainly helped in that matter as that cleavage and that midriff were more than just a little in display. However, Tawna was in another league than N. Tropy, N. Gin and the others in that she was filled with the purest, most powerful of magic as opposed to science merely harnessing a mere fraction of the wild powers of the cosmos. As such, to reel in the one she had been tasked of dealing with, she had many ideas yet chose one that would prove to be a show-off of her talent and devotion: she began to dance.
“I'm very glad your sister is paying attention, Crash, but you should as well. Just look and listen closely because I'm gonna change your whole life,” Tawna said, filled with the determination to carry out the orders given to her by her owner as the enslaved though grateful genie-bandicoot went on to go for wide circles with her hips as she waved her fingers toward Crash, beginning to control him as if he was puppet. His own hips began to spin too while his eyes glued themselves on the rotating waistline and that rump which was flexed and moved to the side, to the front, to the side again and then back before repeating the whole routine. “Coco can look into my eyes some more while you look everywhere else. I don't mind, so long as you hear what I have to say.”
“Woah!” Crash said in response, ever the one with the richest of vocabular as the sight of an alternate version of his once-girlfriend seduced him thoroughly. The hypnotic energy coursing through that light amount of fur and that sublime flesh more than helped him focus however, as Tawna kept Coco on an invisible and intangible sort of leash with her gaze, the spirals drilling deeply and irrevocably on the bright mind that was Crash's sister. Herself vaulted forward and looking up at the towering genie-bandicoot, her own instincts proved to be treacherous as they told to look further, deeper, to shut down her other senses as the magic of Tawna's own aura, of her spells, invaded both Crash and Coco.
“I'm gonna change everything, make things so much easier for you. All you need to do is trust in me, let me be in charge and let my magic do everything,” Tawna said, the training she had received in picoseconds stretched onto decades making it so she wielded power with no efforts, no struggle whatsoever as if her fingers passed through the current of a small river. Fluid like water, her spins were large, her tail scratching Crash's chin to ensure his gaze would be fixated as she then reduced to diameter of her rotation, going slightly faster too. “Look deep, lose yourself to my charm, fall under my power and I'll make it so you'll be eternally happy and content...you want that more than anything, isn't that right?”
“W-woah...” Crash responded, his very poor elocution skills failing him even further than usual as he began to feel his head spin, that dance charming him akin to a charmer before a snake, playing their melody. The sound of Tawna's voice was much like music to his hear, something catchy which he didn't totally get yet could dance to, get lost into as the bandicoot saw his eyes turn into spirals too. Coco, meanwhile, felt as if the beach and island were being swallowed into the pools of that gaze, of that irresistible pattern which sucked in whatever it could, including her logic and rational thinking. Even though it was unnatural, dangerous, suspicious...it felt good and Coco did fall into the twisted explanation that Tawna could be trusted even though she admitted for working with Neo Cortex, their own enemy.
“It involves you two and I won't spoil the surprise, but your whole world will change thanks to me and my amazing master...the one you will soon call the same way,” Tawna continued as her rotations turned even quicker, even shorter as they were hip gyrations and Crash followed through, almost turning into some kind of corkscrew himself were it not for his surprising flexibility and durability. Coco and Crash both began to smile and drool, helpless before the transformed Tawna that was once their ally in a grand adventure, turned now into a tool for the one who wanted nothing more than for them both to be dealt with permanently. “Just shut your mind down and let yourselves go. I promise it'll be nothing but bliss from now on.”
“Woah!” Crash said with a certain enthusiasm as he followed Tawna own wordless directions, acting as the puppet that he was being turned into as she shimmied her hips very fast, resulting in his trying to replicate it as best he could...by using his spin-attack. At first it was but a reaction, but then he kept on spinning continuously, turning into some kind of small orange whirlwind as Tawna chuckled upon that sight as she then moved her hands toward Crash while her tail went on to coil around Coco, much like one of a serpent. The colorful and smooth would-be-appendage comforted and kept Coco standing straight, a reminder of the hold Tawna had upon her while she dealt with Crash as per the request of her master.
“I will shape you into something different, something much more useful...in a way that will bring you even closer to your sister,” Tawna explained as her palms went on to adjust to the constant spinning as sparks of her magic coursed through the bandicoot rotating at blazing speed. It made it so the flesh, muscles and blood of the heroic yet stupid Crash began to soften, to turn from solid to semi-liquid in a way not unlike clay as she pressed her digits onto that new material that he was turning into. “I hold your fate in my hands and it's a glorious one. Feel my magic, my words and my dance reform your soul and flesh.”
Coco could not really observe in a direct way even though she was seeing what was happening straight in front of her. Despite Tawna's gaze not even being aimed at her now, she still felt its weight upon her spirit, its warmth spinning right into every pores of her skin as that tail went up and down, massaging and stroking as if to please and make her wait for her turn. She could somewhat distinguish through all these spirals that her brother was being made thinner, squished and made tall and then small while he spun. He was handled like a vase, going so fast that she could not see how his eyes were still spiraling and his smile was at its peak, too hypnotized to comprehend much of anything despite him already not being the brightest bulb in any possible room. In silence she was patient, dizzy yet somewhat eager for this mysterious surprise to happen.
“You're malleable, both in identity and role, in shape and in utility as you will be much simpler. You will rest all day, having nothing to do but be near your precious Coco all the time,” Tawna continued as she still-spinning bandicoot began to diminish in size, to see its humanoid width and height turn into something else altogether. A rounder base, his feet and legs fused together to create something that could still stand on its own and yet not move. His arms placed against his sides and then fused to his torso while it was being flattened and rolled with careful strokes. His face was squashed and then inserted into his neck, his shoulders pressed together as this was crude and imprecise, but this was the start of something intricate altogether. “You'll be magnificent and prized, that much I can promise you.”
Crash had no more lips, no more eyes or anything on his face now as it had merged with the rest of his body, turned into clay-like substance yet in his spirit he still saw Tawna dancing, her hypnotic performance recorded and playing in a loop as he spun no more from his own efforts but mostly due to her power now. He went on to become smaller and smaller, his fur turned into some kind of brass and glass while his flesh turned all smooth. The base was made curvier, angles being turned into more spherical and yet natural expansion of the thin frame which lead to some kind of opening on the very top of the object Crash was turning into.
“Almost done. Soon you will begin your newest and greatest role yet, happily in trance for all of eternity and housing greatness forever,” Tawna continued as what Crash was turning into was finally made clearer: a bottle. Orange with waves of blue, the faintest pattern of Crash Bandicoot was recognizable here for Coco to behold and yet she could do nothing much about it, even her own emotions not being under her control anymore. All she could feel was eagerness and happiness as Tawna then went on to lift her from the ground and moved her just above her transformed brother. “Now off you go. You'll become much like me and we'll work together for our beloved master...”
Crash was no longer who he was, filled to the brim with a very special mission: to house a genie. He was a bottle made for that, each strokes of Tawna's palms reinforcing that thought and explaining that role through secret languages and spells. A certain suction began and another kind of spinning whirlwind escaped from the opening of the bottle as Coco was caught within. Near-immediately her legs were stretched as they fused together to create a tail that would be taken inside what had once been her brother. Far too mesmerized and lost to recognize what was happening, no matter how fantastical and non-scientific it was, Coco let it all happen as her own mass was turned gradually into smoke until the bandicoot girl was all but gone, absorbed within the bottle as Tawna picked it up with a simple smile and then snapped her fingers to return back to the one who awaited her: the brilliant doctor Neo Cortex. Her master.
“Behold, master, what you wanted as per your very first wish: for me to deal with your enemies in the specific ways you describe,” Tawna said, bowing very lowly before the diminutive owner of her bottle. Beholden to him due to her pledge and her new nature as a genie, she had no qualms or reservations to betray her once-allies, her friends, to the one who had turned traitor on them during their last adventure. Such was the duty and privilege of a genie as Cortex picked up the bottle and laughed maniacally at the sight of the object he held in his hand. “I hope you enjoyed the show I gave you, master.”
Having also wished to be able to witness her actions, Cortex knew that perhaps there might have been wiser wishes to make, but to see Coco and Crash losing so badly had been more than worth it as he looked at the bottle and knew for a fact that this was Crash just by the colors upon it. His nemesis would be forever entranced, holding his sister captive and transformed into something else, a slave, a servant...another bandicoot genie. As he rubbed the bandicoot-turned-bottle, it began to shake as Coco emerged from that receptacle, having gone through the same regimen as Tawna with spirals in her eyes and fitted with a bedlah that made it so even Cortex himself could see the allure in her.
“Master, you have summoned me and here I am to obey. Tell me your wishes and they shall be granted,” Coco said as she stood next to Tawna as the two bandicoot gals awaited for their next commands. Cortex had basically gotten everything he could wish for as he had two genies, two bottles to contain them and nothing to stop him anymore as Tawna would be able to deal with them in a flash. All he'd need to do was find things to wish for now that he had gained pretty much all he could want for the moment. He'd had to dig deep to find desires to sate, but that, well...
It was a nice problem to have for once.
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