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I do like Surge quite a lot.
She's just a great villain with a cool design and a neat start in the Sonic IDW comics. It seems like
Xy-Merfox thinks so too, as we decided to have her be transformed into a lamia this time around. A nice new collaboration of ours, with some hypnosis because of course. ;P
If you like Xy-Merfox' style and want to see more of their work, do check it out there: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/xy-merfox/
If you like mine, I do have a Patreon with some exclusives and other neat things within: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now how come she's a snake lady? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
SURGE OF SCALES
This was a bad idea.
Anyone with but a sliver of common sense could tell that the vial that Surge had in her hand contained nothing good, from the glowing green goop inside to the way many warning labels had been put upon it. Taken from an old lab of Dr. Starline, she had many reasons to think that there was indeed cause for him to not have brought it up, to have stashed it away. She read the cautions, the notes and everything as she pondered one question: to drink it or not?
“Warning: content may be unstable and cause behavior deviation on those who consume it. Still experimental, barely tested, prone to-”
There was more to it, but she couldn't bother herself as this might just be the edge that she needed in order to finally attain her goal to beat Sonic once and for all. Notes of the “good” doctor did tell of experiments of his, possible replacements for Operation: Remaster which did give results in the form of Kitsunami and herself. Whatever this would do, she never did read it all due to impatience and her impulsive nature, it would augment her abilities and it was more than enough as she popped the cork and then went on to down the content within her gullet. The taste was atrocious, like swallowing lava and acid all at once as she burned from within figuratively. She felt dizzy, at first growing cold before eventually getting warmer as she tried to suppress her own pain and expression of such sensations, yet went on to nevertheless release it despite her best efforts.
“Heck, the pain. It hurtssssssss~” she said, surprising herself as she hissed despite herself. She felt her tongue become malleable, extending itself before then thinning out, a fork at its extremity forming as she could feel changes in the air thanks to it. It was an alien sensation as the process was kept ongoing, cold sweats going on to envelop her as she tried to thrash around the place as if causing damage would actually lessen the tension inside her entire body. It most assuredly didn't, yet as she went on to move her legs, kicking tables, chairs and whatever was nearby, eventually she didn't feel them more than she felt a singular, massive one. Looking below her waist, her legs had begun to fuse together, creating one lump that extended more and more. Its length seemed unending, entirely devoid of limits and as the horror of it all dawned upon Surge, something came in to reverse these sensations, from negative to positive.
“Hissssssss” she said, this time unable to contain her own enthusiasm as she felt her body adapt to these changes just as scales went on to pop in from her flesh, to cover that appendage. Green with yellow and black bands, much like her vestments, fur and quills as this entire coverage of that tail of hers was a much-needed boon. Those slick and smooth-looking scales produced some kind of oil which cooled her, providing much-needed relief as she began to assimilate senses and actual muscles that she possessed. She tried to stand upon her mass, using the tail as some makeshift whip, only to crush a badnik in one swift blow, much to her delight. “Oh yessssss...Sssssonic won't be able to-”
She never did finish that sentence, if only because her upper body needed to adjust as well to these new proportions and to the mixture she ingested. Her abdomen was first to do so, the strength needed to carry and to nimbly move that tail granted to her in the form of abdominal muscles, tight and strong. Her hips expanded as well, the separation between serpentine tail and waist not allowing her to be too thin. Then, as if excess mass and other such elements needed to go somewhere, a sordid and unexpected turn of event had it so that her bosom began to expand, granting her more of an amazon-like beauty, all strength and allure. She most certainly didn't hate it, chuckling as she grinned with her razor-sharp teeth, her android insides adapting themselves rather well to this hybridization of her entire self. Her vestments, however, were ripped and torn apart, leaving her as close to nudity as she would like as she needed some attire...which thankfully came in the form of something that Dr. Starline had kept to himself: a bedlah.
Whether or not he was a closet pervert or knew the power of sex appeal, a snake-woman wearing such an outfit would definitely become a very popular person indeed as Surge went on to pick up her vestments and then put them on. A metallic top of metal, bronze with gilded snake icons upon it, bound by small chains that would be all linked to a collar around her neck, a hip scarf with coins and beads, the kind which would jingle with each little sways, a natural little musical addition to each of her motions. The rest came in the way of jewelry, the entire belly dancer aesthetic certainly befitting as cuffs, earrings, rings went on to be added alongside a navel ring, all feeling at home upon her new body. The pain from prior had long since changed to a sentiment of euphoria, this form being a massive upgrade as she thought to crush Sonic right here and now...but a sudden impulse, an instinct in some form, told her of how to best achieve this as she went on to carefully read the many notes this time, all delegated to this project.
And she knew exactly how she would proceed as she hissed malevolently in the abandoned lair...
* * *
Sonic was rarely home.
Ever on the move, staying in one place was rather anathema to his “gotta go fast” motto. While he did live there, occasionally sleeping there, it was more a status than an actual anchor for him, an address for some people to leave messages, send letters and to stock his belongings. However, when Tails did ask him to be there for a personal delivery, something to change his life for the better, Sonic was dubious yet curious as he wasn't one to rely too much on technology these days. Tails was the expert, a mechanic and ace programmer who could work wonders with machines and computers...while he was more of a heroic, dashing kind of rebel at heart. He did appreciate the thought, however, if only because his buddy did try to help him no matter what. As such, he played the waiting game on his couch, trying to put things in order if only to stave off the boredom of uncertainty as to when the package would indeed arrive.
The knocking at his door was a fair indicative that what he waited countless hours for (actually 26 minutes since getting back home) had indeed been delivered. Opening the door, a wooden box had been left there as the delivery guys, two people working in one of the nearby city, seemed to ignore him when he thanked them. They weren't so aloof usually, but then perhaps they hadn't been expecting him to actually be there. He nevertheless picked it up, the content rather heavy as he placed it upon his coffee table in his living room. Tails' address was inscribed on the side, his there as well as he used a crowbar to open it up, only to see that it was some mixture between a mechanical and ancient urn. Both modern and ancient, technological and mystical as he seemed puzzle as to what it was supposed to be doing, only for a sound to emerge from within.
“Hisssssssss~”
A snake had somehow sneaked inside, a rather sordid though funny thought as Sonic figured he might just as well grab the little fella and let it be on its way, yet before he could even approach and bend over to carefully grab the scaled intruder, music emerged from within as he was left more puzzled by this gift. The hissing continued as the opening seemed to retract, to widen as two gloved hands went on to place themselves upon the edge as a very familiar face appeared from the darkness of the urn: Surge. Yet the moment he saw the tenrec's ears and quills, something else stopped him as her eyes...there was something about her eyes.
As Sonic did somewhat get fascinated despite himself, pulled through her gaze, this Trojan horse approach to getting back at him had done wonders as Dr. Starline's instructions had been nebulous to her...yet she knew quite well who'd be best-suited to assist her. Having tested one special capacity she had gained, one that tingled within her brain and she had practiced with, she had actually obtained a very unique skill which came especially in handy: hypnosis. While this was a little too close to home as to how Dr. Starline operated, she could not deny how useful it was as anyone she met could be convinced and made to obey with the right methods and incentive...and Miles Tails Prower had been no exception. She merely needed to focus, to essentially “push out” her will and the rest was easy. She could feel the energy, the pulsations in her gaze as those who met it were subjugated, finding it harder and harder to resist.
“Hello, Sonic,” she said, coming out of the special quantum urn, one which folded space within exponentially to allow things and even beings to be stored inside...including air and even whole dimensions. Tails had perfected it for her, obeying her command as he had become pretty much a servant to her will ever since she found a way to sneak inside his own workshop. Her eyes had dominated his will, among other things as she went on to reveal herself, bedlah and tail along with the rest. The punk-ish look of the tenrec was halfway discarded to that of a belly dancer with spunk and strength as she soon towered over Sonic, her gaze never leaving his to make sure things would proceed as planned. “I'm here for a rematch...but on my terms~”
Sonic heard her speak and he knew that Surge was the kind of woman that would do anything for her goal. She had rejected his help, his friendship in favor of attempting to destroy him and he had to remember that...even though her eyes looked so lovely with their colorful rings and spirals. He needed to steel his resolve as she might just have done something to Tails...and perhaps others as he tried to take one step backward and to avert his gaze, yet all of this was rendered null and void the moment she did one single and simple thing: shaking her hips. Doing honor to her vestments, the beads and coins jingled as she strutted her stuff, resulting in him being drawn furthermore as his thoughts blanked out for a second.
“What's that? I'm too sexy and powerful for you? How about some more, uh?” Surge said as the sash and those vestments weren't but there to make her look good, this was but a byline to their function. The beads and coins had been lined up with small devices which emitted a special wavelength, a neural scrambler which would go forth and twist, tear up and torn the thought-process of simply anyone close enough. The jewelry she wore were either amplifiers for that purpose while a few were there for her own protection. Pretty but also practical, as expected from the devious Dr. Starline as she had to admit his work and the fine-tuning done by Tails had really done their job as she went on to bump her hips side to side, letting Sonic have some more of that. “You can't help but stare and think I'm too much to handle, uh? Well tough luck, because I'm gonna make you fall to your knees right here and then~”
Her voice was snarky, full of confidence and filled with a certain sadism...and yet it penetrated his lingering subconscious as Sonic had the utmost difficulty to focus. The only thing which seemed to even register was Surge, whose serpent tail was beginning to fill out his entire living room as it brushed against his back now. It pushed him forward, a predator toying with his prey as the oily scales and the way her flesh almost seemed to glisten really did a number on his psyche as everything felt woozy. A light case of vertigo assailed him as those considerable hips and that toned midriff went on to really titillate him, which only enhanced the effect she had on her with her deep and mighty stare.
“Oh yeah, you're getting weaker. I'm intimidating and sexy, right? You just can't help yourself but stare even though you know I could crush you right here and now,” Surge said, the instinct to toy with his perceptions kicking in due to her own experience with Dr. Starline. The way his eyes began to match hers, how she had basically sealed his fate by coiling around his ankles and lower legs, how she teased him by approaching her abdomen close to his face to let him get a full blast of those neural scramblers...it was a hoot and she could not get enough. “Maybe it's what gets you going? You like strong women, uh? You just can't resist and it excites you, yeah? To know I'm beating you?”
Ordinarily, Sonic would rise to such a challenge and defy such notions with words or deeds...but he wasn't entirely himself. Everything felt out of place, up being down, left being right and so forth. It was hard to just stay on his own two feet as even though he felt a light pressure around and upon them...he was ever on the verge of falling down. It was only when starring at those deep, colorful, beautiful eyes that he felt somewhat stable...and entirely mindless. The contrast between knowing that this was not good and yet being unable to act upon this information because it felt so nice was maddening, but thankfully such realization became rarer with each passing moment as she gyrated her waist once and then went on to both sway and shake those hips, really doing a number on his resistance and resolve.
“Well then, I think I'll just give you what you want. On your knees~” she commanded as his spiraling eyes popped in, almost mimicking the patterns and speed of hers as he unwittingly obeyed. Her tail moved out of the way to accommodate such a thing as Sonic was now powerless before her, seduced and mesmerized in ways that went beyond what he could fight against. If she couldn't beat him normally at his own game...why, there were other areas in which she could claim ultimate victory against him. She felt the pulsations in her eyes go stronger, exerting efforts in a way that was still new to her and yet it yielded results as his own eyes widened and he even began to smile now. “Oh yeah, you love it. You just want to submit, don't you? You want me to wrap you up, to claim you and make sure you feel this way all the time, yeah?”
He nodded, for his ambitions and own cognition were in jeopardy when confronted with what Surge was blasting him with. That makeshift belly dance, her actual allure in that outfit, the tail which began to wrap him up from his feet and now upward to his neck...he should be afraid, ought be fighting back and yet the mere moment she went for shimmies with her hips, all those notions vanished in favor of just enjoying the moment. The serpentine tenrec was claiming him, branding his brain with her own powers and it was too blissful and relaxing to be fought in conventional manners.
“You know what? I wanted to crush you, to break your spine and leave you right there...but this is too much fun, so I think I'll be super generous and kind and keep you...just like this~” Surge suggested as she picked him up from the ground effortlessly as Sonic was as limp as could be. He could barely move a muscle, a real puppet of flesh and blue quills as he eyed the one who stole his mind and heart with a big grin on his face and spirals in his eyes. She had felt the same way with Tails, claiming ownership of his very being turning out to be great fun, but doing so to Sonic was next-level as she brought him close to her midriff and then shook her hips and them tried to undulate her belly, making him hyper-fixate on her muscles. “You could be my little toy, my slave in all things. And I'd get to hypnotize and claim you all the time. You'd feel like this every single moment of your miserable existence...all too happy to follow my commands and obey me, no matter how humiliating it might prove to be~”
It was meant to be sinister, yet Sonic's addled and distracted mind merely registered all of that in his subconscious as she then went on to place his face against her abs, placing him on his knees again if only because it was such a splendid sight for Surge. Her hated enemy, now turned into a slave devoted to her will, no matter how twisted everything would be. He eyed her, now drooling as she then smiled with her sharp teeth, looking down upon her prey as she stopped dancing.
“I worked up a sweat hypnotizing you, Sonic. Why don't you clean up my belly for me?” Surge said, crossing her arms and pushing her waist forward as she pulled him closer with her tail, ensuring that he couldn't get away or even relent without truly meaning to. “With your tongue, if you please~”
Thus did he do as he was told, Sonic extending his tongue and then lapping up the natural oil of her new serpentine nature alongside a very light coat of sweat. Her warmth, her flavor turned into a mind-melting aphrodisiac for him, further depraving and claiming his brain cells and freedom in exchange of devious pleasure. He licked around her navel, the flesh being especially taut and yet smooth there before going for her actual belly button. It deprived him of a great many things as his spirit was projecting the colorful eyes, making him shiver as her dominance had been settled. On his knees, servicing her, entirely seduced and hypnotized, Sonic was beaten and much to Surge's delight.
“Hmmm...that did feel good. I think I ought to make sure we're not disturbed while I program you and give you further instructions~” Surge said, fully confident that her vengeance would be much better accomplished with him relegated to a much lower role, one in which he'd repay her with devotion, obedience and worship. As she coiled her tail around him, she lifted him up as she got back to the quantum urn, beginning to slither inside. Accommodating her method of entry, she got Sonic closer to her as she chuckled upon seeing his docile and enthralled expression. “We'll have all the time in the world for you to learn how to please me, how best to address my superior self and so forth...we'll have lots of fun, for sure~”
Thus did Sonic disappear for a little while, entering the quantum urn alongside Surge. Within he would be subjected to hours upon hours, if not days of inductions and seductions in which she'd teach him all that he'd need to know. How to worship and praise her correctly, what his role would be, what he'd become weak to with repeated experiences and how he'd come to understand how utterly divine and superior she was to him. Soon he would be a scourge for all her enemies as he and Tails would obey her edicts...
Those of Mistress Surge.
I do like Surge quite a lot.
She's just a great villain with a cool design and a neat start in the Sonic IDW comics. It seems like
Xy-Merfox thinks so too, as we decided to have her be transformed into a lamia this time around. A nice new collaboration of ours, with some hypnosis because of course. ;P If you like Xy-Merfox' style and want to see more of their work, do check it out there: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/xy-merfox/
If you like mine, I do have a Patreon with some exclusives and other neat things within: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now how come she's a snake lady? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
SURGE OF SCALES
This was a bad idea.
Anyone with but a sliver of common sense could tell that the vial that Surge had in her hand contained nothing good, from the glowing green goop inside to the way many warning labels had been put upon it. Taken from an old lab of Dr. Starline, she had many reasons to think that there was indeed cause for him to not have brought it up, to have stashed it away. She read the cautions, the notes and everything as she pondered one question: to drink it or not?
“Warning: content may be unstable and cause behavior deviation on those who consume it. Still experimental, barely tested, prone to-”
There was more to it, but she couldn't bother herself as this might just be the edge that she needed in order to finally attain her goal to beat Sonic once and for all. Notes of the “good” doctor did tell of experiments of his, possible replacements for Operation: Remaster which did give results in the form of Kitsunami and herself. Whatever this would do, she never did read it all due to impatience and her impulsive nature, it would augment her abilities and it was more than enough as she popped the cork and then went on to down the content within her gullet. The taste was atrocious, like swallowing lava and acid all at once as she burned from within figuratively. She felt dizzy, at first growing cold before eventually getting warmer as she tried to suppress her own pain and expression of such sensations, yet went on to nevertheless release it despite her best efforts.
“Heck, the pain. It hurtssssssss~” she said, surprising herself as she hissed despite herself. She felt her tongue become malleable, extending itself before then thinning out, a fork at its extremity forming as she could feel changes in the air thanks to it. It was an alien sensation as the process was kept ongoing, cold sweats going on to envelop her as she tried to thrash around the place as if causing damage would actually lessen the tension inside her entire body. It most assuredly didn't, yet as she went on to move her legs, kicking tables, chairs and whatever was nearby, eventually she didn't feel them more than she felt a singular, massive one. Looking below her waist, her legs had begun to fuse together, creating one lump that extended more and more. Its length seemed unending, entirely devoid of limits and as the horror of it all dawned upon Surge, something came in to reverse these sensations, from negative to positive.
“Hissssssss” she said, this time unable to contain her own enthusiasm as she felt her body adapt to these changes just as scales went on to pop in from her flesh, to cover that appendage. Green with yellow and black bands, much like her vestments, fur and quills as this entire coverage of that tail of hers was a much-needed boon. Those slick and smooth-looking scales produced some kind of oil which cooled her, providing much-needed relief as she began to assimilate senses and actual muscles that she possessed. She tried to stand upon her mass, using the tail as some makeshift whip, only to crush a badnik in one swift blow, much to her delight. “Oh yessssss...Sssssonic won't be able to-”
She never did finish that sentence, if only because her upper body needed to adjust as well to these new proportions and to the mixture she ingested. Her abdomen was first to do so, the strength needed to carry and to nimbly move that tail granted to her in the form of abdominal muscles, tight and strong. Her hips expanded as well, the separation between serpentine tail and waist not allowing her to be too thin. Then, as if excess mass and other such elements needed to go somewhere, a sordid and unexpected turn of event had it so that her bosom began to expand, granting her more of an amazon-like beauty, all strength and allure. She most certainly didn't hate it, chuckling as she grinned with her razor-sharp teeth, her android insides adapting themselves rather well to this hybridization of her entire self. Her vestments, however, were ripped and torn apart, leaving her as close to nudity as she would like as she needed some attire...which thankfully came in the form of something that Dr. Starline had kept to himself: a bedlah.
Whether or not he was a closet pervert or knew the power of sex appeal, a snake-woman wearing such an outfit would definitely become a very popular person indeed as Surge went on to pick up her vestments and then put them on. A metallic top of metal, bronze with gilded snake icons upon it, bound by small chains that would be all linked to a collar around her neck, a hip scarf with coins and beads, the kind which would jingle with each little sways, a natural little musical addition to each of her motions. The rest came in the way of jewelry, the entire belly dancer aesthetic certainly befitting as cuffs, earrings, rings went on to be added alongside a navel ring, all feeling at home upon her new body. The pain from prior had long since changed to a sentiment of euphoria, this form being a massive upgrade as she thought to crush Sonic right here and now...but a sudden impulse, an instinct in some form, told her of how to best achieve this as she went on to carefully read the many notes this time, all delegated to this project.
And she knew exactly how she would proceed as she hissed malevolently in the abandoned lair...
* * *
Sonic was rarely home.
Ever on the move, staying in one place was rather anathema to his “gotta go fast” motto. While he did live there, occasionally sleeping there, it was more a status than an actual anchor for him, an address for some people to leave messages, send letters and to stock his belongings. However, when Tails did ask him to be there for a personal delivery, something to change his life for the better, Sonic was dubious yet curious as he wasn't one to rely too much on technology these days. Tails was the expert, a mechanic and ace programmer who could work wonders with machines and computers...while he was more of a heroic, dashing kind of rebel at heart. He did appreciate the thought, however, if only because his buddy did try to help him no matter what. As such, he played the waiting game on his couch, trying to put things in order if only to stave off the boredom of uncertainty as to when the package would indeed arrive.
The knocking at his door was a fair indicative that what he waited countless hours for (actually 26 minutes since getting back home) had indeed been delivered. Opening the door, a wooden box had been left there as the delivery guys, two people working in one of the nearby city, seemed to ignore him when he thanked them. They weren't so aloof usually, but then perhaps they hadn't been expecting him to actually be there. He nevertheless picked it up, the content rather heavy as he placed it upon his coffee table in his living room. Tails' address was inscribed on the side, his there as well as he used a crowbar to open it up, only to see that it was some mixture between a mechanical and ancient urn. Both modern and ancient, technological and mystical as he seemed puzzle as to what it was supposed to be doing, only for a sound to emerge from within.
“Hisssssssss~”
A snake had somehow sneaked inside, a rather sordid though funny thought as Sonic figured he might just as well grab the little fella and let it be on its way, yet before he could even approach and bend over to carefully grab the scaled intruder, music emerged from within as he was left more puzzled by this gift. The hissing continued as the opening seemed to retract, to widen as two gloved hands went on to place themselves upon the edge as a very familiar face appeared from the darkness of the urn: Surge. Yet the moment he saw the tenrec's ears and quills, something else stopped him as her eyes...there was something about her eyes.
As Sonic did somewhat get fascinated despite himself, pulled through her gaze, this Trojan horse approach to getting back at him had done wonders as Dr. Starline's instructions had been nebulous to her...yet she knew quite well who'd be best-suited to assist her. Having tested one special capacity she had gained, one that tingled within her brain and she had practiced with, she had actually obtained a very unique skill which came especially in handy: hypnosis. While this was a little too close to home as to how Dr. Starline operated, she could not deny how useful it was as anyone she met could be convinced and made to obey with the right methods and incentive...and Miles Tails Prower had been no exception. She merely needed to focus, to essentially “push out” her will and the rest was easy. She could feel the energy, the pulsations in her gaze as those who met it were subjugated, finding it harder and harder to resist.
“Hello, Sonic,” she said, coming out of the special quantum urn, one which folded space within exponentially to allow things and even beings to be stored inside...including air and even whole dimensions. Tails had perfected it for her, obeying her command as he had become pretty much a servant to her will ever since she found a way to sneak inside his own workshop. Her eyes had dominated his will, among other things as she went on to reveal herself, bedlah and tail along with the rest. The punk-ish look of the tenrec was halfway discarded to that of a belly dancer with spunk and strength as she soon towered over Sonic, her gaze never leaving his to make sure things would proceed as planned. “I'm here for a rematch...but on my terms~”
Sonic heard her speak and he knew that Surge was the kind of woman that would do anything for her goal. She had rejected his help, his friendship in favor of attempting to destroy him and he had to remember that...even though her eyes looked so lovely with their colorful rings and spirals. He needed to steel his resolve as she might just have done something to Tails...and perhaps others as he tried to take one step backward and to avert his gaze, yet all of this was rendered null and void the moment she did one single and simple thing: shaking her hips. Doing honor to her vestments, the beads and coins jingled as she strutted her stuff, resulting in him being drawn furthermore as his thoughts blanked out for a second.
“What's that? I'm too sexy and powerful for you? How about some more, uh?” Surge said as the sash and those vestments weren't but there to make her look good, this was but a byline to their function. The beads and coins had been lined up with small devices which emitted a special wavelength, a neural scrambler which would go forth and twist, tear up and torn the thought-process of simply anyone close enough. The jewelry she wore were either amplifiers for that purpose while a few were there for her own protection. Pretty but also practical, as expected from the devious Dr. Starline as she had to admit his work and the fine-tuning done by Tails had really done their job as she went on to bump her hips side to side, letting Sonic have some more of that. “You can't help but stare and think I'm too much to handle, uh? Well tough luck, because I'm gonna make you fall to your knees right here and then~”
Her voice was snarky, full of confidence and filled with a certain sadism...and yet it penetrated his lingering subconscious as Sonic had the utmost difficulty to focus. The only thing which seemed to even register was Surge, whose serpent tail was beginning to fill out his entire living room as it brushed against his back now. It pushed him forward, a predator toying with his prey as the oily scales and the way her flesh almost seemed to glisten really did a number on his psyche as everything felt woozy. A light case of vertigo assailed him as those considerable hips and that toned midriff went on to really titillate him, which only enhanced the effect she had on her with her deep and mighty stare.
“Oh yeah, you're getting weaker. I'm intimidating and sexy, right? You just can't help yourself but stare even though you know I could crush you right here and now,” Surge said, the instinct to toy with his perceptions kicking in due to her own experience with Dr. Starline. The way his eyes began to match hers, how she had basically sealed his fate by coiling around his ankles and lower legs, how she teased him by approaching her abdomen close to his face to let him get a full blast of those neural scramblers...it was a hoot and she could not get enough. “Maybe it's what gets you going? You like strong women, uh? You just can't resist and it excites you, yeah? To know I'm beating you?”
Ordinarily, Sonic would rise to such a challenge and defy such notions with words or deeds...but he wasn't entirely himself. Everything felt out of place, up being down, left being right and so forth. It was hard to just stay on his own two feet as even though he felt a light pressure around and upon them...he was ever on the verge of falling down. It was only when starring at those deep, colorful, beautiful eyes that he felt somewhat stable...and entirely mindless. The contrast between knowing that this was not good and yet being unable to act upon this information because it felt so nice was maddening, but thankfully such realization became rarer with each passing moment as she gyrated her waist once and then went on to both sway and shake those hips, really doing a number on his resistance and resolve.
“Well then, I think I'll just give you what you want. On your knees~” she commanded as his spiraling eyes popped in, almost mimicking the patterns and speed of hers as he unwittingly obeyed. Her tail moved out of the way to accommodate such a thing as Sonic was now powerless before her, seduced and mesmerized in ways that went beyond what he could fight against. If she couldn't beat him normally at his own game...why, there were other areas in which she could claim ultimate victory against him. She felt the pulsations in her eyes go stronger, exerting efforts in a way that was still new to her and yet it yielded results as his own eyes widened and he even began to smile now. “Oh yeah, you love it. You just want to submit, don't you? You want me to wrap you up, to claim you and make sure you feel this way all the time, yeah?”
He nodded, for his ambitions and own cognition were in jeopardy when confronted with what Surge was blasting him with. That makeshift belly dance, her actual allure in that outfit, the tail which began to wrap him up from his feet and now upward to his neck...he should be afraid, ought be fighting back and yet the mere moment she went for shimmies with her hips, all those notions vanished in favor of just enjoying the moment. The serpentine tenrec was claiming him, branding his brain with her own powers and it was too blissful and relaxing to be fought in conventional manners.
“You know what? I wanted to crush you, to break your spine and leave you right there...but this is too much fun, so I think I'll be super generous and kind and keep you...just like this~” Surge suggested as she picked him up from the ground effortlessly as Sonic was as limp as could be. He could barely move a muscle, a real puppet of flesh and blue quills as he eyed the one who stole his mind and heart with a big grin on his face and spirals in his eyes. She had felt the same way with Tails, claiming ownership of his very being turning out to be great fun, but doing so to Sonic was next-level as she brought him close to her midriff and then shook her hips and them tried to undulate her belly, making him hyper-fixate on her muscles. “You could be my little toy, my slave in all things. And I'd get to hypnotize and claim you all the time. You'd feel like this every single moment of your miserable existence...all too happy to follow my commands and obey me, no matter how humiliating it might prove to be~”
It was meant to be sinister, yet Sonic's addled and distracted mind merely registered all of that in his subconscious as she then went on to place his face against her abs, placing him on his knees again if only because it was such a splendid sight for Surge. Her hated enemy, now turned into a slave devoted to her will, no matter how twisted everything would be. He eyed her, now drooling as she then smiled with her sharp teeth, looking down upon her prey as she stopped dancing.
“I worked up a sweat hypnotizing you, Sonic. Why don't you clean up my belly for me?” Surge said, crossing her arms and pushing her waist forward as she pulled him closer with her tail, ensuring that he couldn't get away or even relent without truly meaning to. “With your tongue, if you please~”
Thus did he do as he was told, Sonic extending his tongue and then lapping up the natural oil of her new serpentine nature alongside a very light coat of sweat. Her warmth, her flavor turned into a mind-melting aphrodisiac for him, further depraving and claiming his brain cells and freedom in exchange of devious pleasure. He licked around her navel, the flesh being especially taut and yet smooth there before going for her actual belly button. It deprived him of a great many things as his spirit was projecting the colorful eyes, making him shiver as her dominance had been settled. On his knees, servicing her, entirely seduced and hypnotized, Sonic was beaten and much to Surge's delight.
“Hmmm...that did feel good. I think I ought to make sure we're not disturbed while I program you and give you further instructions~” Surge said, fully confident that her vengeance would be much better accomplished with him relegated to a much lower role, one in which he'd repay her with devotion, obedience and worship. As she coiled her tail around him, she lifted him up as she got back to the quantum urn, beginning to slither inside. Accommodating her method of entry, she got Sonic closer to her as she chuckled upon seeing his docile and enthralled expression. “We'll have all the time in the world for you to learn how to please me, how best to address my superior self and so forth...we'll have lots of fun, for sure~”
Thus did Sonic disappear for a little while, entering the quantum urn alongside Surge. Within he would be subjected to hours upon hours, if not days of inductions and seductions in which she'd teach him all that he'd need to know. How to worship and praise her correctly, what his role would be, what he'd become weak to with repeated experiences and how he'd come to understand how utterly divine and superior she was to him. Soon he would be a scourge for all her enemies as he and Tails would obey her edicts...
Those of Mistress Surge.
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