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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52967882/ *
You thought this was over with Metal Sonic, didn't you? SURPRISE! >: D
Indeed, I had been in talk with a fellow genie enthusiast by the name of Thumbeh
thumbeh (who got a sweet genie kobold character) as the prior tale and illustration were made. We became fast friends, then I went on to suggest we go with their concept of "Shantails", a mix between Shantae and Miles Tails Prower, for a second round of this story and they quickly accepted. Thus did we go for a mechanical/digital version of their concept.
The artist here is a new one by the name of Honowyn. She is very good at drawing furry gals and as I discovered her while thinking of whom to draw "Digitails", I decided to try her out and by the stars did she deliver. The mechanical aspect, the shiny chrome, the colors, the shading, the pose, the concept was entirely made magnificent and I cannot recommend her enough after she delivered this. She's got a Patreon in which she does character fusions (like Amy Rose and the Hex Maniac) https://www.patreon.com/Honowyn?fan_landing=true and she also does take commissions, which you can see right here for the prices https://www.newgrounds.com/collab/view/16681
Naturally, do know that I have a Patreon as well that you can check out https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
But how come Tails looks like this now? Read on and find out!
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DIGITAILS CONVERSION
Tails knew not where he was...or even exactly what he was right now.
A sudden encounter with a modified, mostly-digital somewhat-female version of Metal Sonic had turned into a bizarre event of which the conclusion escaped him. Even trying to gather his own thoughts was a struggle, as whenever he did try to go too deep, visions of a metallic midriff combined with kaleidoscopic and fascinating patterns of colors went on to invade his own analytic process. It seemed more akin to a firewall to his own psyche, to his recalling process as he tried very hard to endure, to move past this and yet it proved nigh impossible. Something was working against him, yet what or whom eluded him for the moment.
He felt weightless, yet still very much charged as his consciousness fought to remain relevant, to stay there and to observe...yet a very important fact slipped him by no matter how hard he tried as the dance of this genie-like Metal Sonic had done a number on him. There had been something efficiently seductive in the cold motions on display, the routine swaying and the authoritative voice it possessed, offering certainty in ways that were and also weren't suggestions. It was all he could think about, though his own efforts were to ensure that it would not be the case as his senses were in turmoil, not entirely there somehow.
Tails.exe uploaded to structure. Conversion process to be manually engaged.
This wasn't so much a voice than something he inherently knew, information sent his ways through an unknown process. Yet as this was assimilated much faster than he believed possible, he began to think differently as Tails was indeed a certified genius, multi-disciplined in programming, mechanical sciences, engineering and other such domains. The “.exe” part was familiar to him, as did the mention of upload as the idea of Metal Sonic being indeed but made of partial physical manifestation, the rest digital, made the truth dawn on him. He had been changed into pure data.
Permission to change the format and many key components of Tails.exe confirmed.
His being, his consciousness had been turned into a huge file, something that could indeed be stored through a hard disk or somesuch. While the technology behind it would be endlessly fascinating to discover and analyze, now was not the time to cede to such urges. His own personality, his being, his memories, all were in jeopardy as he'd need to find a way to hijack this whole process and reupload his self into his body somehow. A tall order, but not impossible as he wouldn't quit. Sonic wouldn't and such a thought gave him the courage to not panic, to think rationally for the next logical step...that is until another eyeful of the mesmerizing mechanical baladi of Metal Sonic pushed his thought process back a good few many steps.
Compartmentalizing. Creating a folder with multiple sub-folders for Tails.exe.
It felt odd to actually know what was going on not through a vocal recognition software, but just through a stream of data. He was energy and information right now, not a two-tailed fox or anything of the sort. This meant he had to think thusly as he'd need to somehow move or translate intent into commands. An exercise of will, so to speak, to transform his own consciousness into an administrator account, with all the permissions it would imply. In fact, it was his only shot as he could feel a certain tampering upon his non-being, a fragmentation that was the strangest thing of all to experience.
Core personality stored. Division and filtering process beginning.
He knew what this meant, his intellect both a blessing and a curse at times as some complex programs did need to be set up in separate parts, rather like intricate machines. Tails had done such things with Eggman's technology, trying to keep up by disassembling and assembling programs, paradigm and parts equally. To think this whole process would be starting right now was scary, but it was now or never as he went on to try and spread his data, concentrating as he needed to move past the steely swaying of those hips going left and right...left and right...left and right...left...and...right...
Removal of sense of self-initiative, of personal ambitions complete. Disconnection for the core program achieved.
Why was he even doing this, especially when he couldn't even move past that dance? Was it wrong to even feel appreciative of such a robotic body, how it seemed flawless? It had somehow hypnotized him, enchanted his core being and thus perhaps it meant that he enjoyed it? That he secretly wanted this? It felt a bit odd to think this as he knew something was inherently wrong...but what could he even do against it?
Rebellion annexed. Ensuring cooperation through new programs to the main folder. Obedience about to be installed.
There was no reason to even fight anymore. Without a body, what could he even achieve? The electric tingling as he felt the wires uploading new things, his being inside a super-computer of the utmost performing capacities. He couldn't even conceive of a way to fight back and thus he gave up. His emotions in turmoil, he felt a certain new paradigm trying to push back against that as he welcomed it, preferring whatever this could be to despair.
Obedience applied. Creating a self-loop, new line of codes to ensure positive feedback upon running such a sentiment and attitude. Pacification started to remove various strains of will and sense of self.
As the idea to just go along with it and even cooperate was instilled, thus did the energy within him begin to send him waves of that memory that had acted as a failsafe to his thinking. The magnificent midriff of Metal Sonic returned, shining, sparkling, sublime in the way it performed and stole his gaze, his thoughts and attention. Thus did he start to understand that the dance had been a reward, something for him to appreciate and to help him accept not only something inevitable...but an actual upgrade. So marvelous in front of this technology had he been that now to become it, to experience and test it felt like a true privilege.
Fragmentation proceeding. Hatred of Dr. Ivo Robotnik cut away, deleted permanently. Thoughts of admiration and adoration uploaded.
Only a genius like Dr. Robotnik could have built something like this. His mechanization, robotization of Mobians had been but a prelude to this and the way it removed any and all obstacles with such efficiency could only be met with respect. Tails wanted to see where this is going, such a reaction gratifying with more of those perfectly-sculpted abdominal muscles and hips, going left and right...left and right...left and right...so easy to stare at, so beautiful in their immaculate design...
Memories copied and uploaded to a different server. Further analysis along with those of Sonic the Hedgehog to be completed separately. New routines and sub-routines to be implemented.
Of course, Sonic had indeed been captured as well! Was he feeling this bliss, this new certification that would turn them both into something much better? To obey their better, to do the bidding of the good doctor would be such a magnificent change of pace! Perhaps he'd even be like Metal Sonic, a digital genie that would ensure that this supreme experience and this heightening of the self would be sent to others? He couldn't wait to find out!
Alterations in the core programming complete. Self-perception, new ambitions and submission complete. Beginning new cognitive alterations.
He tried to remember what he once was, but it proved futile and no second attempt was made. Why focus on the boring and meddlesome past when a bright and chrome-filled future awaited him...or rather her? Yes, the change in gender had been accepted, as Tails would now wear a chassis of a whole new design, not of flesh but of perfect data with a mixture of nanomachines. She could feel them through another machine, her new programmations and matrixes uploaded to them, to a mass that would be hers to control. Each little new body hers to control, to express her gratitude and servitude to the greatness of the Eggman Empire and its ruler...her master.
Memories analyzed. Best representation filtered through AI channels. Multiple files sent for new avatar settings.
Her memories were warped, cut with a digital scalpel and the unnecessary excised with the utmost precision. Within, however, could be witnessed many happy memories that went on to get twisted and manipulated through new imageries. Video game consoles created now by Eggman, games designed by him, including this one about a monkey half-genie belly dancer saving the world from a nefarious pirate. Fond memories of a quality piece of interactive video entertainment, weaponized and conceptualized for a new identity as that famous monkey had a specific look to her...and now it would be Tails.
Lamp-puter now active. Transferring new Tails.exe within receptacle.
Tails moved and then felt that she put inside a new vessel, hard drives and memory banks meant for her to play with, prison cells for other Mobians that would be selected for initial conversion. The new techniques, understanding of her limits and abilities, the way she ought to perceive herself were all installed and growing to new heights. Further analysis, a boon of the already-gifted mind of whom was once known as Miles Tails Prower, though no more, was possible to adapt programming. A reactive program, intelligence both artificial and literal coupled to create something deadly. Yet as the entire data that composed Tails went on to move forth, thus did a new name get created for a much better being, no longer an individual but an asset for her grand master to use as he saw fit.
Shantails.
A rubbing module activated the lamp-puter, one designed with Ivo Robotnik's facial traits and assets. Rapid booting, analysis of the surroundings and the situation was near-immediate as eventually nanomachines combined with light constructs and holograms to create a whole new being. A mature-looking vixen of beige and white fur, twin-tailed, with curves that would make even the famous Rouge the bat blush. A smoke tail connecting to the lamp-puter, blue of colors, along with a top of the same fabric was there as the design of this monkey half-genie was added on to the general vulpine perception, creating this mish-mash of allure and metallic power, of digital programming. Mostly a projection, though an alluring one, made to look robotic and of multiple alloys, there she was as her eyes opened, cameras of cold efficiency to record everything she saw.
“I am Shantails.exe. Command me and I shall obey, master Robotnik.”
Thus did the conversion process, the first actual complex case, had been completed. Dr. Robotnik had only thought of turning Sonic into another Metal Sonic, a process which had been successful but ultimately less satisfying than the transformation of Tails. Changing appearance, thoughts and even creating a wholly new being had been particularly amusing, the somewhat seducing machine in front of him making the infamous Eggman chuckle in wicked glee.
“Most impressive. Now, Shantails as you ought to be called now...find me more suitable digital genies. I have place in my servers for quite a few more...”
Shantails' memory having not been completely overwritten, she knew whom could indeed prove most fitting. Amy Rose, Blaze, Shadow, Knuckles, Vector, Rouge...so many candidates, too many choices, but she would proceed with firm calculations and would find the best to satisfy her master's own commands, as obeying them was her prime directive now.
Thus would Shantails be unleashed upon Mobius to an unsuspecting new target who might just become the next digital genie to serve the devious Eggman...
You thought this was over with Metal Sonic, didn't you? SURPRISE! >: D
Indeed, I had been in talk with a fellow genie enthusiast by the name of Thumbeh
thumbeh (who got a sweet genie kobold character) as the prior tale and illustration were made. We became fast friends, then I went on to suggest we go with their concept of "Shantails", a mix between Shantae and Miles Tails Prower, for a second round of this story and they quickly accepted. Thus did we go for a mechanical/digital version of their concept.The artist here is a new one by the name of Honowyn. She is very good at drawing furry gals and as I discovered her while thinking of whom to draw "Digitails", I decided to try her out and by the stars did she deliver. The mechanical aspect, the shiny chrome, the colors, the shading, the pose, the concept was entirely made magnificent and I cannot recommend her enough after she delivered this. She's got a Patreon in which she does character fusions (like Amy Rose and the Hex Maniac) https://www.patreon.com/Honowyn?fan_landing=true and she also does take commissions, which you can see right here for the prices https://www.newgrounds.com/collab/view/16681
Naturally, do know that I have a Patreon as well that you can check out https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
But how come Tails looks like this now? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
DIGITAILS CONVERSION
Tails knew not where he was...or even exactly what he was right now.
A sudden encounter with a modified, mostly-digital somewhat-female version of Metal Sonic had turned into a bizarre event of which the conclusion escaped him. Even trying to gather his own thoughts was a struggle, as whenever he did try to go too deep, visions of a metallic midriff combined with kaleidoscopic and fascinating patterns of colors went on to invade his own analytic process. It seemed more akin to a firewall to his own psyche, to his recalling process as he tried very hard to endure, to move past this and yet it proved nigh impossible. Something was working against him, yet what or whom eluded him for the moment.
He felt weightless, yet still very much charged as his consciousness fought to remain relevant, to stay there and to observe...yet a very important fact slipped him by no matter how hard he tried as the dance of this genie-like Metal Sonic had done a number on him. There had been something efficiently seductive in the cold motions on display, the routine swaying and the authoritative voice it possessed, offering certainty in ways that were and also weren't suggestions. It was all he could think about, though his own efforts were to ensure that it would not be the case as his senses were in turmoil, not entirely there somehow.
Tails.exe uploaded to structure. Conversion process to be manually engaged.
This wasn't so much a voice than something he inherently knew, information sent his ways through an unknown process. Yet as this was assimilated much faster than he believed possible, he began to think differently as Tails was indeed a certified genius, multi-disciplined in programming, mechanical sciences, engineering and other such domains. The “.exe” part was familiar to him, as did the mention of upload as the idea of Metal Sonic being indeed but made of partial physical manifestation, the rest digital, made the truth dawn on him. He had been changed into pure data.
Permission to change the format and many key components of Tails.exe confirmed.
His being, his consciousness had been turned into a huge file, something that could indeed be stored through a hard disk or somesuch. While the technology behind it would be endlessly fascinating to discover and analyze, now was not the time to cede to such urges. His own personality, his being, his memories, all were in jeopardy as he'd need to find a way to hijack this whole process and reupload his self into his body somehow. A tall order, but not impossible as he wouldn't quit. Sonic wouldn't and such a thought gave him the courage to not panic, to think rationally for the next logical step...that is until another eyeful of the mesmerizing mechanical baladi of Metal Sonic pushed his thought process back a good few many steps.
Compartmentalizing. Creating a folder with multiple sub-folders for Tails.exe.
It felt odd to actually know what was going on not through a vocal recognition software, but just through a stream of data. He was energy and information right now, not a two-tailed fox or anything of the sort. This meant he had to think thusly as he'd need to somehow move or translate intent into commands. An exercise of will, so to speak, to transform his own consciousness into an administrator account, with all the permissions it would imply. In fact, it was his only shot as he could feel a certain tampering upon his non-being, a fragmentation that was the strangest thing of all to experience.
Core personality stored. Division and filtering process beginning.
He knew what this meant, his intellect both a blessing and a curse at times as some complex programs did need to be set up in separate parts, rather like intricate machines. Tails had done such things with Eggman's technology, trying to keep up by disassembling and assembling programs, paradigm and parts equally. To think this whole process would be starting right now was scary, but it was now or never as he went on to try and spread his data, concentrating as he needed to move past the steely swaying of those hips going left and right...left and right...left and right...left...and...right...
Removal of sense of self-initiative, of personal ambitions complete. Disconnection for the core program achieved.
Why was he even doing this, especially when he couldn't even move past that dance? Was it wrong to even feel appreciative of such a robotic body, how it seemed flawless? It had somehow hypnotized him, enchanted his core being and thus perhaps it meant that he enjoyed it? That he secretly wanted this? It felt a bit odd to think this as he knew something was inherently wrong...but what could he even do against it?
Rebellion annexed. Ensuring cooperation through new programs to the main folder. Obedience about to be installed.
There was no reason to even fight anymore. Without a body, what could he even achieve? The electric tingling as he felt the wires uploading new things, his being inside a super-computer of the utmost performing capacities. He couldn't even conceive of a way to fight back and thus he gave up. His emotions in turmoil, he felt a certain new paradigm trying to push back against that as he welcomed it, preferring whatever this could be to despair.
Obedience applied. Creating a self-loop, new line of codes to ensure positive feedback upon running such a sentiment and attitude. Pacification started to remove various strains of will and sense of self.
As the idea to just go along with it and even cooperate was instilled, thus did the energy within him begin to send him waves of that memory that had acted as a failsafe to his thinking. The magnificent midriff of Metal Sonic returned, shining, sparkling, sublime in the way it performed and stole his gaze, his thoughts and attention. Thus did he start to understand that the dance had been a reward, something for him to appreciate and to help him accept not only something inevitable...but an actual upgrade. So marvelous in front of this technology had he been that now to become it, to experience and test it felt like a true privilege.
Fragmentation proceeding. Hatred of Dr. Ivo Robotnik cut away, deleted permanently. Thoughts of admiration and adoration uploaded.
Only a genius like Dr. Robotnik could have built something like this. His mechanization, robotization of Mobians had been but a prelude to this and the way it removed any and all obstacles with such efficiency could only be met with respect. Tails wanted to see where this is going, such a reaction gratifying with more of those perfectly-sculpted abdominal muscles and hips, going left and right...left and right...left and right...so easy to stare at, so beautiful in their immaculate design...
Memories copied and uploaded to a different server. Further analysis along with those of Sonic the Hedgehog to be completed separately. New routines and sub-routines to be implemented.
Of course, Sonic had indeed been captured as well! Was he feeling this bliss, this new certification that would turn them both into something much better? To obey their better, to do the bidding of the good doctor would be such a magnificent change of pace! Perhaps he'd even be like Metal Sonic, a digital genie that would ensure that this supreme experience and this heightening of the self would be sent to others? He couldn't wait to find out!
Alterations in the core programming complete. Self-perception, new ambitions and submission complete. Beginning new cognitive alterations.
He tried to remember what he once was, but it proved futile and no second attempt was made. Why focus on the boring and meddlesome past when a bright and chrome-filled future awaited him...or rather her? Yes, the change in gender had been accepted, as Tails would now wear a chassis of a whole new design, not of flesh but of perfect data with a mixture of nanomachines. She could feel them through another machine, her new programmations and matrixes uploaded to them, to a mass that would be hers to control. Each little new body hers to control, to express her gratitude and servitude to the greatness of the Eggman Empire and its ruler...her master.
Memories analyzed. Best representation filtered through AI channels. Multiple files sent for new avatar settings.
Her memories were warped, cut with a digital scalpel and the unnecessary excised with the utmost precision. Within, however, could be witnessed many happy memories that went on to get twisted and manipulated through new imageries. Video game consoles created now by Eggman, games designed by him, including this one about a monkey half-genie belly dancer saving the world from a nefarious pirate. Fond memories of a quality piece of interactive video entertainment, weaponized and conceptualized for a new identity as that famous monkey had a specific look to her...and now it would be Tails.
Lamp-puter now active. Transferring new Tails.exe within receptacle.
Tails moved and then felt that she put inside a new vessel, hard drives and memory banks meant for her to play with, prison cells for other Mobians that would be selected for initial conversion. The new techniques, understanding of her limits and abilities, the way she ought to perceive herself were all installed and growing to new heights. Further analysis, a boon of the already-gifted mind of whom was once known as Miles Tails Prower, though no more, was possible to adapt programming. A reactive program, intelligence both artificial and literal coupled to create something deadly. Yet as the entire data that composed Tails went on to move forth, thus did a new name get created for a much better being, no longer an individual but an asset for her grand master to use as he saw fit.
Shantails.
A rubbing module activated the lamp-puter, one designed with Ivo Robotnik's facial traits and assets. Rapid booting, analysis of the surroundings and the situation was near-immediate as eventually nanomachines combined with light constructs and holograms to create a whole new being. A mature-looking vixen of beige and white fur, twin-tailed, with curves that would make even the famous Rouge the bat blush. A smoke tail connecting to the lamp-puter, blue of colors, along with a top of the same fabric was there as the design of this monkey half-genie was added on to the general vulpine perception, creating this mish-mash of allure and metallic power, of digital programming. Mostly a projection, though an alluring one, made to look robotic and of multiple alloys, there she was as her eyes opened, cameras of cold efficiency to record everything she saw.
“I am Shantails.exe. Command me and I shall obey, master Robotnik.”
Thus did the conversion process, the first actual complex case, had been completed. Dr. Robotnik had only thought of turning Sonic into another Metal Sonic, a process which had been successful but ultimately less satisfying than the transformation of Tails. Changing appearance, thoughts and even creating a wholly new being had been particularly amusing, the somewhat seducing machine in front of him making the infamous Eggman chuckle in wicked glee.
“Most impressive. Now, Shantails as you ought to be called now...find me more suitable digital genies. I have place in my servers for quite a few more...”
Shantails' memory having not been completely overwritten, she knew whom could indeed prove most fitting. Amy Rose, Blaze, Shadow, Knuckles, Vector, Rouge...so many candidates, too many choices, but she would proceed with firm calculations and would find the best to satisfy her master's own commands, as obeying them was her prime directive now.
Thus would Shantails be unleashed upon Mobius to an unsuspecting new target who might just become the next digital genie to serve the devious Eggman...
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Mobian
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File Size 1.34 MB
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