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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48751547/*
I just couldn't leave that story alone.
It had been a surprising amount of fun and did lead to an amazing pic when last I played in the Crash Bandicoot setting. Tawna and Coco as genies did lead to a fun and beloved ensemble and I wanted some more...so I went to my good old pal Gameboyred and went with a new Coco illustration (don't worry, Tawna will have her turn). Someone else turned into a lamp this time too, for good measure.
If you like his work, Gameboyred does take commissions: https://www.deviantart.com/gameboyr.....aybe-910248128
And if you like my own work, I do have a Patreon if you wanna support me: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now just who did she turn into a lamp? Read on and find out!
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COCO'S CRUNCH
It had been a while since he had seen either Crash or Coco.
As one of the few heroic bandicoots trying to fight Dr. Neo Cortex, it was rare not to see either of them either passing by through some shenanigans. Time travel, dimension-hopping, trying to get crystals and gems to stop the nefarious scientist, they were always up to something rather bold and daring, which made the rather bulky marsupial ever try to catch up with them. He wasn't always privy to their adventures, but whenever he did he always did try to help them however he could, however limited that may be. After getting created and then tricked by Cortex, he wasn't entirely always certain whether or not he could be as insanely brave as Crash or intelligent and capable like Coco, but try he did nonetheless.
However, things had been going unfortunately well for Cortex lately, with neither courageous and rebellious bandicoots to be seen. As much as he tried to be like them, bashing crates and fighting bad guys, he struggled to keep up as whatever the evil doctor had this time to help sure did its job well. It was as if he had infinite resources, coming up with deadly new machinery and more minions than ever as Crunch certainly hoped that the brother and sister duo were fighting the good fight somewhere or somewhen down the line. Their home hadn't been visited in weeks, however, which did bode ill even though Crunch tried not to lean into despair.
As he tried to figure out a plan of attack against Cortex by trying to use Coco's laptop at her own home, Crunch was unfortunately hit by one massive obstacle: he didn't know her password. Trying his best to use his robot arm and his other massive hand delicately, he wanted nothing more than to throw this apparatus as far away as he could after about a dozen tries for access to the obviously vital information found therein. Wumpafru1ts, Crunchbawesome, Crashbdumb, so many possible ones and still he didn't get what he sought as he felt that it might be wiser to bash on some baddies or do some weight-lifting to relieve some stress, yet as he rose up he saw something most peculiar upon the table on which they ate and where sometimes Crash slept: a lamp.
It was the most dastardly thing he saw, however, for even if there was indeed a basis, a handle, a spout and all that could compose an oil lamp, it was also shaped like Crash's head. Had they been marketing their likeness to form a more positive and lucrative way to fight Dr. Neo Cortex? Was this a prototype or some modern art that Crunch most assuredly didn't get? He got closer to it as there was that dopey smile, that kind of pseudo-hair upon the lid, even wild eyes with spirals swirling in them as Crunch felt oddly fascinated by this object. It looked so strange, so out-of-place and yet as he observed it and was about to pick it up, it began to shake and glow slowly before the tip of the spout-nose went on to unleash a small amount of smoke, red and gold-colored alongside a sound that anyone in Crash' social circle would recognize.
“Woah!”
It soon covered the entire place, leaving many elements obscured as the smell of wumpa fruits along with the tiniest hint of rosewater could be distinguished through that thick layer of smoke. Crunch tried to wave it away, inhaling it despite himself as eventually a form could be distinguished through it all as he went closer. “Who is this? What's going on?” he asked, which only found a reply in a small chuckle, that of a woman whose voice he did recognize. “Coco? Is that you?”
He was right in his assessment, for the smoke cleared itself as it was absorbed the lamp anew, only to reveal that Coco had indeed changed. Her overalls and shirt, her sneakers and that hair ribbon of hers had been replaced by something taken straight from Arabian Nights fantasies, a harem outfit or bedlah as they called it, of right and gold which highlighted how alluring she could be. Her midriff was exposed, as was a chunk of her cleavage as her flesh and light fur seemed polished, luscious in a way that seemed to be closer to a gem than actual skin. The gold swirls upon her top, the amount of gold she wore, that smile, those curves, that exposed navel...Crunch had ever thought that Coco was cute, but here she was just plain sexy as whether or not it was due to the fumes he breathed in did not really matter, for in the end she took his breath away.
“Crunch, just the one I was looking for~” she said, her tone pleasant, honeyed even as this was a side of the bandicoot gal that he seldom saw, if ever at that. She was so seductive, so easy on the eyes as Crunch stared at her in silence, feeling a touch overwhelmed by the surprise of a dancer-clad Coco as she winked at him with those big spiraling eyes, the purple and yellow endlessly captivating him as much as her body did. “And, from what I see, I'm the one you're looking for...or perhaps looking at~”
There was a teasing, playful quality to how she voiced it all, to how she spoke as she stretched upward before then going on to clasp her palms together above her head. It really did allow to show how nimble and curvaceous she was, her torso and abdomen something to behold as she leaned forward very slightly, letting him peek at her chest before then adjusting her stance and going for hip-swaying and shimmies, as if she were a real dancer suddenly. “Coco...what's your passw-”
“Hush now...don't you want to look at me? The girl of your dreams, dressed so divinely?” Coco said and it sounded like the best idea ever. The way she presented herself, just on the other side of the table made it so that Crunch easily missed a most crucial detail, though one he could have guessed if he wasn't so distracted: she had no legs. In their place was a long tail of crimson color just like her vestments, extending itself continuously as the Crash-shaped lamp went on to much more subtly spread that perfume she exhumed naturally. It was sweet, invading his own nostrils and mellowing Crunch as the way the swirls on her top spun around and around made him feel a bit dazed but in a most pleasant way. “Certainly everything else can wait, no?”
“Y-yeah...” Crunch agreed as she could be surprisingly dexterous yet sensual. He had seen her ride tigers and jet-ski, make long and high jump, spin-kick boxes and yet she still managed to surprise him as soon everything seemed to be spinning ever-so-slightly. Whenever Crunch tried to look anywhere else, an exponential sense of vertigo assailed him and the only cure was to glance and admire Coco, which he found gradually easier to do with time. She was just so lovely, so captivating that eventually she had the right of it. Everything else could wait, especially when a pretty girl danced for you.
“I'm glad. You know, I could use your help for something. I'd be very, very happy for you to listen carefully while you watch. Can you do that for me?” Coco said as Crunch began to sway along as if he were but a puppet, manipulated by unseen strings and yet completely subjugated by her waist and hips. She began to go for a slow circle of her hips, moving to the apex of each direction as her curves were only amplified, magnified in their gorgeous appearance. The further he stared, the more he realized just how stupidly lucky he was to even be caught in this situation as eventually something in Crunch simply slipped away as he accepted it all...and spirals went on to erupt in his eyes as well. “I see that you can and will. Very good. Don't worry, it'll be very, very easy. You just need to watch, listen and to to follow my instructions~”
She talked so sweetly as Crunch didn't even have the reflex to answer her, to open his mouth for a reply. No, his jaw was simply too slack as he felt somewhat limp despite being a tower of muscles. Her hip circle had been completed and she went for another, though this one went faster. By now, her exposed flesh was glistening, from her cleavage to her belly, from her shoulders to her face as the surroundings of it all began to merge along a pair of bi-colored spirals. The background was that of yellow and purple like her eyes, though superseding them were gold and red ones, twin and expanding sets that originated from her top. It was all a lot for him, though focusing on the entire scene did help him settle down as he felt warm, fuzzy and filled with a growing sense of euphoria.
“You just need to stay still, to empty your mind for me. You won't need it for what comes next. You can trust me on that~” Coco said as there was indeed truth to it. She was smart after all, Crunch knew that, and she had no reason to betray or do anything rash to him. Why else would she be dressed so sexily, seducing him with her body and those deep, glorious eyes of hers? There was nothing to question, everything to admire and thus he settled down with a simple nod as she rose tall and her tail was finally revealed...and it barely registered with him at this point as she had completed two hip circles by the time she towered over him and the table. It flickered, undulated, swayed as if it was an independent being going for its own performance until it stretched out and went much, much closer to Crunch. “You'll get to feel very good forever once I'm done. Doesn't that sound amazing?”
It did and thus did Crunch nod again unwittingly. He was barely conscious of anything save that Coco was there, dancing sexily as his eyes laid upon her stretching and slightly bending midriff. The spin continued and got faster and faster as his entire body seemed to wind down and get ready for something until his own hips began to move. Unbeknownst to him he was mimicking her in greatly reduced efficiency, his body certainly much more restrained than hers. The spirals were enveloping him, burying his consciousness by expanding his own arousal and lust, an efficient method as what happened was extremely simple: Coco was hypnotizing him and she was quite successful at that.
“You are about to embark on a most incredible experience, Crunch,” she said as her tail went on to wrap herself around him like that of a serpent. There was no strength there, no pressure, yet the warmth and her scent proved to be far more potent in keeping him docile than those methods, to say nothing of her dance and spiraling eyes. He basked in the entirety that was hers, that seductive and mesmerizing power claiming Crunch as eventually she spun her hips so fast, reducing her motions to become waist gyrations and what happened was surreal yet sublime: Crunch felt like he was melting. “Let me make you feel eternal bliss~”
He spun within her hold, kept in place by her tail as she pressed and he was putty, clay being molded by expert hands as while she stopped dancing...she never really did in his own psyche. Committed to memory, imprinted in his own psyche, Coco was continuously gyrating and spinning, demonstrating her beauty even while her hands went on to press upon his form so that he'd be essentially shaped differently. He was losing his frame, even his muscles for what he was right now was no being, but energy and mass converted to something entirely different. He was made thinner, then thicker, rising and lowering as he spun and spun while still fixating on that dance that was engraved in his own soul at this point.
“You will be magnificent, eternally happy and without a care in the world~” Coco promised and she was entirely truthful in that aspect. She knew he would be happy, for she pressed her palms and digits on the semi-solid and still spinning bandicoot as eventually she pressed upon him, rendering him much more compact. Then a basis, a more spherical form and then a handle was crafted for him as what she was doing was transforming him into a lamp...just like her brother Crash had been turned into. Crash was her vessel now, having being hypnotized by her slave-sister Tawna at the behest of their master, the great Neo Cortex. He would be the next one, for there was a plan here and this was but the first step as eventually Coco used her genie magic and then it was done, this new form cemented forever. “You need not think, act or do anything beside dream, Crunch. You are now a magic lamp, a new vessel for a future genie~”
Indeed, Crunch was no longer the tall and large bandicoot that he once had been. Muscles, bones, flesh, fur, all gone in favor of his head rendered like a polish metal, a simulacrum of his visage extended and stretched to the natural and stereotypical form of a magic lamp of yore. With his eyes still spiraling, his mouth turned into a static smile of bliss, he was empty, yet it would not take long for him to be filled with another bandicoot gal. Dr. Neo Cortex had indeed targets in mind and more opponents to perhaps turn into vessels to contain them. This was but the start...
The beginning of Operation Baladi Bandicoot.
I just couldn't leave that story alone.
It had been a surprising amount of fun and did lead to an amazing pic when last I played in the Crash Bandicoot setting. Tawna and Coco as genies did lead to a fun and beloved ensemble and I wanted some more...so I went to my good old pal Gameboyred and went with a new Coco illustration (don't worry, Tawna will have her turn). Someone else turned into a lamp this time too, for good measure.
If you like his work, Gameboyred does take commissions: https://www.deviantart.com/gameboyr.....aybe-910248128
And if you like my own work, I do have a Patreon if you wanna support me: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now just who did she turn into a lamp? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
COCO'S CRUNCH
It had been a while since he had seen either Crash or Coco.
As one of the few heroic bandicoots trying to fight Dr. Neo Cortex, it was rare not to see either of them either passing by through some shenanigans. Time travel, dimension-hopping, trying to get crystals and gems to stop the nefarious scientist, they were always up to something rather bold and daring, which made the rather bulky marsupial ever try to catch up with them. He wasn't always privy to their adventures, but whenever he did he always did try to help them however he could, however limited that may be. After getting created and then tricked by Cortex, he wasn't entirely always certain whether or not he could be as insanely brave as Crash or intelligent and capable like Coco, but try he did nonetheless.
However, things had been going unfortunately well for Cortex lately, with neither courageous and rebellious bandicoots to be seen. As much as he tried to be like them, bashing crates and fighting bad guys, he struggled to keep up as whatever the evil doctor had this time to help sure did its job well. It was as if he had infinite resources, coming up with deadly new machinery and more minions than ever as Crunch certainly hoped that the brother and sister duo were fighting the good fight somewhere or somewhen down the line. Their home hadn't been visited in weeks, however, which did bode ill even though Crunch tried not to lean into despair.
As he tried to figure out a plan of attack against Cortex by trying to use Coco's laptop at her own home, Crunch was unfortunately hit by one massive obstacle: he didn't know her password. Trying his best to use his robot arm and his other massive hand delicately, he wanted nothing more than to throw this apparatus as far away as he could after about a dozen tries for access to the obviously vital information found therein. Wumpafru1ts, Crunchbawesome, Crashbdumb, so many possible ones and still he didn't get what he sought as he felt that it might be wiser to bash on some baddies or do some weight-lifting to relieve some stress, yet as he rose up he saw something most peculiar upon the table on which they ate and where sometimes Crash slept: a lamp.
It was the most dastardly thing he saw, however, for even if there was indeed a basis, a handle, a spout and all that could compose an oil lamp, it was also shaped like Crash's head. Had they been marketing their likeness to form a more positive and lucrative way to fight Dr. Neo Cortex? Was this a prototype or some modern art that Crunch most assuredly didn't get? He got closer to it as there was that dopey smile, that kind of pseudo-hair upon the lid, even wild eyes with spirals swirling in them as Crunch felt oddly fascinated by this object. It looked so strange, so out-of-place and yet as he observed it and was about to pick it up, it began to shake and glow slowly before the tip of the spout-nose went on to unleash a small amount of smoke, red and gold-colored alongside a sound that anyone in Crash' social circle would recognize.
“Woah!”
It soon covered the entire place, leaving many elements obscured as the smell of wumpa fruits along with the tiniest hint of rosewater could be distinguished through that thick layer of smoke. Crunch tried to wave it away, inhaling it despite himself as eventually a form could be distinguished through it all as he went closer. “Who is this? What's going on?” he asked, which only found a reply in a small chuckle, that of a woman whose voice he did recognize. “Coco? Is that you?”
He was right in his assessment, for the smoke cleared itself as it was absorbed the lamp anew, only to reveal that Coco had indeed changed. Her overalls and shirt, her sneakers and that hair ribbon of hers had been replaced by something taken straight from Arabian Nights fantasies, a harem outfit or bedlah as they called it, of right and gold which highlighted how alluring she could be. Her midriff was exposed, as was a chunk of her cleavage as her flesh and light fur seemed polished, luscious in a way that seemed to be closer to a gem than actual skin. The gold swirls upon her top, the amount of gold she wore, that smile, those curves, that exposed navel...Crunch had ever thought that Coco was cute, but here she was just plain sexy as whether or not it was due to the fumes he breathed in did not really matter, for in the end she took his breath away.
“Crunch, just the one I was looking for~” she said, her tone pleasant, honeyed even as this was a side of the bandicoot gal that he seldom saw, if ever at that. She was so seductive, so easy on the eyes as Crunch stared at her in silence, feeling a touch overwhelmed by the surprise of a dancer-clad Coco as she winked at him with those big spiraling eyes, the purple and yellow endlessly captivating him as much as her body did. “And, from what I see, I'm the one you're looking for...or perhaps looking at~”
There was a teasing, playful quality to how she voiced it all, to how she spoke as she stretched upward before then going on to clasp her palms together above her head. It really did allow to show how nimble and curvaceous she was, her torso and abdomen something to behold as she leaned forward very slightly, letting him peek at her chest before then adjusting her stance and going for hip-swaying and shimmies, as if she were a real dancer suddenly. “Coco...what's your passw-”
“Hush now...don't you want to look at me? The girl of your dreams, dressed so divinely?” Coco said and it sounded like the best idea ever. The way she presented herself, just on the other side of the table made it so that Crunch easily missed a most crucial detail, though one he could have guessed if he wasn't so distracted: she had no legs. In their place was a long tail of crimson color just like her vestments, extending itself continuously as the Crash-shaped lamp went on to much more subtly spread that perfume she exhumed naturally. It was sweet, invading his own nostrils and mellowing Crunch as the way the swirls on her top spun around and around made him feel a bit dazed but in a most pleasant way. “Certainly everything else can wait, no?”
“Y-yeah...” Crunch agreed as she could be surprisingly dexterous yet sensual. He had seen her ride tigers and jet-ski, make long and high jump, spin-kick boxes and yet she still managed to surprise him as soon everything seemed to be spinning ever-so-slightly. Whenever Crunch tried to look anywhere else, an exponential sense of vertigo assailed him and the only cure was to glance and admire Coco, which he found gradually easier to do with time. She was just so lovely, so captivating that eventually she had the right of it. Everything else could wait, especially when a pretty girl danced for you.
“I'm glad. You know, I could use your help for something. I'd be very, very happy for you to listen carefully while you watch. Can you do that for me?” Coco said as Crunch began to sway along as if he were but a puppet, manipulated by unseen strings and yet completely subjugated by her waist and hips. She began to go for a slow circle of her hips, moving to the apex of each direction as her curves were only amplified, magnified in their gorgeous appearance. The further he stared, the more he realized just how stupidly lucky he was to even be caught in this situation as eventually something in Crunch simply slipped away as he accepted it all...and spirals went on to erupt in his eyes as well. “I see that you can and will. Very good. Don't worry, it'll be very, very easy. You just need to watch, listen and to to follow my instructions~”
She talked so sweetly as Crunch didn't even have the reflex to answer her, to open his mouth for a reply. No, his jaw was simply too slack as he felt somewhat limp despite being a tower of muscles. Her hip circle had been completed and she went for another, though this one went faster. By now, her exposed flesh was glistening, from her cleavage to her belly, from her shoulders to her face as the surroundings of it all began to merge along a pair of bi-colored spirals. The background was that of yellow and purple like her eyes, though superseding them were gold and red ones, twin and expanding sets that originated from her top. It was all a lot for him, though focusing on the entire scene did help him settle down as he felt warm, fuzzy and filled with a growing sense of euphoria.
“You just need to stay still, to empty your mind for me. You won't need it for what comes next. You can trust me on that~” Coco said as there was indeed truth to it. She was smart after all, Crunch knew that, and she had no reason to betray or do anything rash to him. Why else would she be dressed so sexily, seducing him with her body and those deep, glorious eyes of hers? There was nothing to question, everything to admire and thus he settled down with a simple nod as she rose tall and her tail was finally revealed...and it barely registered with him at this point as she had completed two hip circles by the time she towered over him and the table. It flickered, undulated, swayed as if it was an independent being going for its own performance until it stretched out and went much, much closer to Crunch. “You'll get to feel very good forever once I'm done. Doesn't that sound amazing?”
It did and thus did Crunch nod again unwittingly. He was barely conscious of anything save that Coco was there, dancing sexily as his eyes laid upon her stretching and slightly bending midriff. The spin continued and got faster and faster as his entire body seemed to wind down and get ready for something until his own hips began to move. Unbeknownst to him he was mimicking her in greatly reduced efficiency, his body certainly much more restrained than hers. The spirals were enveloping him, burying his consciousness by expanding his own arousal and lust, an efficient method as what happened was extremely simple: Coco was hypnotizing him and she was quite successful at that.
“You are about to embark on a most incredible experience, Crunch,” she said as her tail went on to wrap herself around him like that of a serpent. There was no strength there, no pressure, yet the warmth and her scent proved to be far more potent in keeping him docile than those methods, to say nothing of her dance and spiraling eyes. He basked in the entirety that was hers, that seductive and mesmerizing power claiming Crunch as eventually she spun her hips so fast, reducing her motions to become waist gyrations and what happened was surreal yet sublime: Crunch felt like he was melting. “Let me make you feel eternal bliss~”
He spun within her hold, kept in place by her tail as she pressed and he was putty, clay being molded by expert hands as while she stopped dancing...she never really did in his own psyche. Committed to memory, imprinted in his own psyche, Coco was continuously gyrating and spinning, demonstrating her beauty even while her hands went on to press upon his form so that he'd be essentially shaped differently. He was losing his frame, even his muscles for what he was right now was no being, but energy and mass converted to something entirely different. He was made thinner, then thicker, rising and lowering as he spun and spun while still fixating on that dance that was engraved in his own soul at this point.
“You will be magnificent, eternally happy and without a care in the world~” Coco promised and she was entirely truthful in that aspect. She knew he would be happy, for she pressed her palms and digits on the semi-solid and still spinning bandicoot as eventually she pressed upon him, rendering him much more compact. Then a basis, a more spherical form and then a handle was crafted for him as what she was doing was transforming him into a lamp...just like her brother Crash had been turned into. Crash was her vessel now, having being hypnotized by her slave-sister Tawna at the behest of their master, the great Neo Cortex. He would be the next one, for there was a plan here and this was but the first step as eventually Coco used her genie magic and then it was done, this new form cemented forever. “You need not think, act or do anything beside dream, Crunch. You are now a magic lamp, a new vessel for a future genie~”
Indeed, Crunch was no longer the tall and large bandicoot that he once had been. Muscles, bones, flesh, fur, all gone in favor of his head rendered like a polish metal, a simulacrum of his visage extended and stretched to the natural and stereotypical form of a magic lamp of yore. With his eyes still spiraling, his mouth turned into a static smile of bliss, he was empty, yet it would not take long for him to be filled with another bandicoot gal. Dr. Neo Cortex had indeed targets in mind and more opponents to perhaps turn into vessels to contain them. This was but the start...
The beginning of Operation Baladi Bandicoot.
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