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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59949791/ *
Some more Krystal, a gal who awakened many furry notions in people. (Including me, truthfully).
When I like something, I give it a bedlah it seems. It's a pattern and she hasn't escaped this factoid. I even did it many times prior, but I felt like trying some more if only because I wanted to see another artist try their hand at depicting genie Krystal, this time being ichimoral. After drawing Harem Angel Dust, I felt they could tackle this and they proved me right. The angle, the colors, the fur, the curves...lots to love here, for sure.
But how come she appears thus? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
GREAT FOX RELAXATION
It had taken a little while, but she had found her place amidst the crew.
Even the more reluctant and sharp-tongued one within the Great Fox had to agree that Krystal had been a great addition to their numbers. With Peppy getting a touch older and one less among their flyers and handlers, her genuine ability to learn fast had been a boon, but more importantly was it her telepathic abilities that gave her the extra edge.
Slippy had been certainly an easy sell if only because he was terribly friendly, but Falco had been another thing to contend with. The avian ace figured she was getting a pass because Fox had the hots for her, an obvious statement given how much time they spent together. A pretty vixen around the same age as him? Rescued and thus feeling a little gratitude towards him? Seeming mutual attraction? It would be easy to accuse Fox of merely thinking with a lower apparatus rather than his head, but she was earnest, empathic, a fast-learner and even Falco had to admit that she did fit in.
Her ability to feel and read minds, to send messages through wide distances came in handy for sure. Whether it was to tell Slippy that his wrench wasn't in his room this time but on the dinner table, or to send even faster responses while in the Arwing in order to dodge enemy projectiles, she soon became as vital a part of the team as anyone else, perhaps even more so. Naturally, Fox and her did grow closer and closer, though in ways many didn't even fathom yet.
One element she did provide, which had been missing prior was relaxation, unwinding. Guided meditation could definitely lessen stress after exhausting and arduous missions, the heat of battle and the rush of timed objectives could certainly take a toll, but with her own special touch did their own mental health get the prioritization it demanded. She could assist with the breathing techniques, with the proper pose through subconscious pushes, but what really gave it an extra edge was that she could properly motivate specific ambiances and situations in order to truly appease those who opened their mind to her.
Slippy felt happy in his garage but also underwater, thus was it a mix of liquid-like workshop, bubbles popping in and out while he went through simulations of easy repairs, boosting confidence and dexterity. Falco liked nothing more than to fly the Arwing, a natural pilot...yet during meditation would he breeze through clear sky, letting his own inspiration and skills dictate where he'd go, an infinite canvas of aerial artistry. Peppy rarely needed it, though the occasional book and tea within a comforting room did grant him reprieve. Fox, on the other hand, did receive a most different kind of treatment during meditation...
“Focus on me and me alone, Fox. You know you want nothing more than to listen to me...to please me~”
The leader of Star Fox was indeed privileged in ways no one else could fathom as what he saw was certainly something that would not quite appease so much as arouse. She lowered tensions in everyone save him, Krystal indeed pacifying him albeit a different kind of height was bombarded towards him as one little role she played certainly did grant him many reprieves. That of the genie, of which Krystal was currently toying with inside the confine of his mind. Her fluffy and bushy tail was adorned with beads and jewelry while her legs formed another entirely, attached to a lamp upon which patterns found on her staff appeared on the side.
“You saved everyone with some quick maneuvers and fast thinking...but now is the time to slow down, for your senses to dull over, to focus on what truly matters...your lovely, irresistible genie mistress...me~”
How could he refuse her? Certainly not in the current context for he was at her mercy, eyes closed and within his mindscape did she reign. Many inductions, many moments of intimate and consensual vulnerability had certainly turned him malleable within her own manipulations, yet love coupled with mischief did motivate her actions, not malevolence or self-serving greed. This was to their benefit, a sensual play which would certainly give a certain desire to live, to thrive, to enjoy...which was certainly a good way to relieve pressure.
“You can't really resist, can't you? Do you even want to? I bet not, for my beauty has you ensorceled, hypnotized, and you wouldn't have it any other way~”
There was a playfulness, a teasing aspect to this illusory dynamic as they appreciated the interaction. Going through a role which required subservience, yet instead exuded dominance...and him trusting her this implicitly did give way to warmth, to a craving for indulgence...and who was she to refuse him such an incredible scenario? She could make it seem real and that was certainly alluring in its own right as she swayed her hips, belly dancing before his own senses, towards where she wanted him to look and feel for she was in control. Completely. Utterly.
“Within the confine of your mind do I hold dominion...and you like it. You serve, but those who do I reward. Copiously, generously, without restraint...and you've earned such recompense, my good Fox...I am mighty pleased with you~”
He felt happy by that. Under previous circumstances, perhaps a year ago would his ego have been fighting against this but he knew her. He loved her. Under such circumstances did he agree, did he feel that she was truly his mistress. Her feathered turban, her open vest, her low-cut top, the jewelry and pantaloons she wore told of exoticism and dared for him to admire, to rejoice in her absolute beauty. It was not so much a dare as it was a command, unspoken yet eloquent enough as he gorged himself upon her attire, upon what she chose to lay bare. Her midriff, her navel, her cleavage, her shoulders, that smirk upon her snout which told of how she knew what he was doing, where he was looking and how she approved.
“To have you as mine is a pleasure, my good Fox. How incredible that it is your deepest, greatest wish...for you to belong to me and for me to belong to you. As a genie it is my duty, but as a woman...why it's a true delight to essentially have you in the palm of my hand~”
Her size fluctuated within the confine of this cavern and palace, the environment changing and shifting while her smoke flickered. She was taller and larger, then his own size as per her own will and whimsy. She coiled around him, occasionally making his own snout brush against her belly, which sent shivers towards his spine. It was certainly not dread which inspired such a reaction, but bliss and anticipation. He could smell her, this heady perfume which spoke of the sublime and the subtle alike. Her taste, the softness of her fur along with the smoothness of her flesh and curves. She swung those hips, rolled that stomach and he felt mesmerized, hypnotized, ready to do as she command whenever she'd dare to speak it.
“Now I think this reward of mine ought be private, for merely genie and servant...so when meditation is done...I will relieve tension in a different way and you shall do the same for me...this I command...this you shall obey~”
With a small and soft clap of her hand did she sever the link connecting her to every people participating in meditation. Lowered heart rate, muscles slightly slacker, they had received the benefits of such exercise as she rose and immediately did she grab Fox by the hand. They all knew what they would do, though certainly not the whole process behind it. Fox McCloud was a better leader while she was by his side, which was what ultimately mattered. Little did they know that they were, in a sense, at the mercy of the other. Trapped in lovely delight, by desires spoken through unique channels.
Bound by shared wishes, one could say.
Some more Krystal, a gal who awakened many furry notions in people. (Including me, truthfully).
When I like something, I give it a bedlah it seems. It's a pattern and she hasn't escaped this factoid. I even did it many times prior, but I felt like trying some more if only because I wanted to see another artist try their hand at depicting genie Krystal, this time being ichimoral. After drawing Harem Angel Dust, I felt they could tackle this and they proved me right. The angle, the colors, the fur, the curves...lots to love here, for sure.
But how come she appears thus? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
GREAT FOX RELAXATION
It had taken a little while, but she had found her place amidst the crew.
Even the more reluctant and sharp-tongued one within the Great Fox had to agree that Krystal had been a great addition to their numbers. With Peppy getting a touch older and one less among their flyers and handlers, her genuine ability to learn fast had been a boon, but more importantly was it her telepathic abilities that gave her the extra edge.
Slippy had been certainly an easy sell if only because he was terribly friendly, but Falco had been another thing to contend with. The avian ace figured she was getting a pass because Fox had the hots for her, an obvious statement given how much time they spent together. A pretty vixen around the same age as him? Rescued and thus feeling a little gratitude towards him? Seeming mutual attraction? It would be easy to accuse Fox of merely thinking with a lower apparatus rather than his head, but she was earnest, empathic, a fast-learner and even Falco had to admit that she did fit in.
Her ability to feel and read minds, to send messages through wide distances came in handy for sure. Whether it was to tell Slippy that his wrench wasn't in his room this time but on the dinner table, or to send even faster responses while in the Arwing in order to dodge enemy projectiles, she soon became as vital a part of the team as anyone else, perhaps even more so. Naturally, Fox and her did grow closer and closer, though in ways many didn't even fathom yet.
One element she did provide, which had been missing prior was relaxation, unwinding. Guided meditation could definitely lessen stress after exhausting and arduous missions, the heat of battle and the rush of timed objectives could certainly take a toll, but with her own special touch did their own mental health get the prioritization it demanded. She could assist with the breathing techniques, with the proper pose through subconscious pushes, but what really gave it an extra edge was that she could properly motivate specific ambiances and situations in order to truly appease those who opened their mind to her.
Slippy felt happy in his garage but also underwater, thus was it a mix of liquid-like workshop, bubbles popping in and out while he went through simulations of easy repairs, boosting confidence and dexterity. Falco liked nothing more than to fly the Arwing, a natural pilot...yet during meditation would he breeze through clear sky, letting his own inspiration and skills dictate where he'd go, an infinite canvas of aerial artistry. Peppy rarely needed it, though the occasional book and tea within a comforting room did grant him reprieve. Fox, on the other hand, did receive a most different kind of treatment during meditation...
“Focus on me and me alone, Fox. You know you want nothing more than to listen to me...to please me~”
The leader of Star Fox was indeed privileged in ways no one else could fathom as what he saw was certainly something that would not quite appease so much as arouse. She lowered tensions in everyone save him, Krystal indeed pacifying him albeit a different kind of height was bombarded towards him as one little role she played certainly did grant him many reprieves. That of the genie, of which Krystal was currently toying with inside the confine of his mind. Her fluffy and bushy tail was adorned with beads and jewelry while her legs formed another entirely, attached to a lamp upon which patterns found on her staff appeared on the side.
“You saved everyone with some quick maneuvers and fast thinking...but now is the time to slow down, for your senses to dull over, to focus on what truly matters...your lovely, irresistible genie mistress...me~”
How could he refuse her? Certainly not in the current context for he was at her mercy, eyes closed and within his mindscape did she reign. Many inductions, many moments of intimate and consensual vulnerability had certainly turned him malleable within her own manipulations, yet love coupled with mischief did motivate her actions, not malevolence or self-serving greed. This was to their benefit, a sensual play which would certainly give a certain desire to live, to thrive, to enjoy...which was certainly a good way to relieve pressure.
“You can't really resist, can't you? Do you even want to? I bet not, for my beauty has you ensorceled, hypnotized, and you wouldn't have it any other way~”
There was a playfulness, a teasing aspect to this illusory dynamic as they appreciated the interaction. Going through a role which required subservience, yet instead exuded dominance...and him trusting her this implicitly did give way to warmth, to a craving for indulgence...and who was she to refuse him such an incredible scenario? She could make it seem real and that was certainly alluring in its own right as she swayed her hips, belly dancing before his own senses, towards where she wanted him to look and feel for she was in control. Completely. Utterly.
“Within the confine of your mind do I hold dominion...and you like it. You serve, but those who do I reward. Copiously, generously, without restraint...and you've earned such recompense, my good Fox...I am mighty pleased with you~”
He felt happy by that. Under previous circumstances, perhaps a year ago would his ego have been fighting against this but he knew her. He loved her. Under such circumstances did he agree, did he feel that she was truly his mistress. Her feathered turban, her open vest, her low-cut top, the jewelry and pantaloons she wore told of exoticism and dared for him to admire, to rejoice in her absolute beauty. It was not so much a dare as it was a command, unspoken yet eloquent enough as he gorged himself upon her attire, upon what she chose to lay bare. Her midriff, her navel, her cleavage, her shoulders, that smirk upon her snout which told of how she knew what he was doing, where he was looking and how she approved.
“To have you as mine is a pleasure, my good Fox. How incredible that it is your deepest, greatest wish...for you to belong to me and for me to belong to you. As a genie it is my duty, but as a woman...why it's a true delight to essentially have you in the palm of my hand~”
Her size fluctuated within the confine of this cavern and palace, the environment changing and shifting while her smoke flickered. She was taller and larger, then his own size as per her own will and whimsy. She coiled around him, occasionally making his own snout brush against her belly, which sent shivers towards his spine. It was certainly not dread which inspired such a reaction, but bliss and anticipation. He could smell her, this heady perfume which spoke of the sublime and the subtle alike. Her taste, the softness of her fur along with the smoothness of her flesh and curves. She swung those hips, rolled that stomach and he felt mesmerized, hypnotized, ready to do as she command whenever she'd dare to speak it.
“Now I think this reward of mine ought be private, for merely genie and servant...so when meditation is done...I will relieve tension in a different way and you shall do the same for me...this I command...this you shall obey~”
With a small and soft clap of her hand did she sever the link connecting her to every people participating in meditation. Lowered heart rate, muscles slightly slacker, they had received the benefits of such exercise as she rose and immediately did she grab Fox by the hand. They all knew what they would do, though certainly not the whole process behind it. Fox McCloud was a better leader while she was by his side, which was what ultimately mattered. Little did they know that they were, in a sense, at the mercy of the other. Trapped in lovely delight, by desires spoken through unique channels.
Bound by shared wishes, one could say.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
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File Size 779.9 kB
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