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Electric Tenrec Genie - BlueshiDX
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*
A surprise little illustration from my friend BlueshiDX which inspired a small tale.
No surprise that I love Surge, the anti-villain/anti-heroine tenrec girl from the IDW Sonic comics. She has a great design, a fun narrative arc, her personality is both terrible and yet sympathetic...she's just entertaining. Of course I had her drawn tons of time as a genie/dancer/lamia/whatev and yet ideas keep on coming...so why not at this point?
If you like this, do know that BlueshiDX does take commissions. https://www.deviantart.com/blueshid.....eet-1253077090
Now, how come Surge is a genie this time? Read on and find out!
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DIAMOND AND THE ROUGH
He really, really needed not to touch anything.
To say that Kit had a rough life would be an understatement. Abandoned as a child on the streets, forced to steal yet nowhere near good at it, too mellow and shy to properly defend himself, too small and weak to even attempt it...he certainly held no winning cards or combinations in hand. The fennec only had enough luck to grow old enough and to not perish, that breakthrough not entirely a great one as far as he was concerned. Yet he did get caught for a crime he himself hadn't committed, thus would he be spending the rest of his miserable existence in the palace's dungeon.
Or he could be doing a favor to that vizier, Starline.
The platypus was manipulative, cunning and made it seem like Kit, Kitsunami by his full name, was a diamond in the rough. An innocent, too pure for this world. His capture had been a mistake, it would be made right, he just needed to do one teeny tiny little small thing for the official, the sultan's aide first. Go into a cave in the desert, retrieve something for him and then he'd be paid, pardoned, the whole thing. It seemed fishy, too good to be true but then again Kit did severely want to be seen as a nice, decent person. His desire to be accepted, to be seen as worth something was too strong and thus did he accept. A trek through the desert, then the cave itself was revealed.
A big, threatening, magical, terrifying tiger maw.
Second thoughts penetrated his minds, yet the presence of armed guards, whose current location and armament made plenty of sense now as opposed to gifting confusion earlier, convinced him that he had no choice. Instructions were given: the object was a gilded oil lamp, benign in origin yet incredible in nature. The rest was artifice, a trap, temptation to be avoided...else things would go bad for him. So, for the umpteenth time did he recalled and tried to remind himself...
He really needed to not touch anything in the slightest.
The pile of gems, the absurd amount of golden coins and jewelry, the statues filled with sapphires, rubies and emeralds, all there to taunt him as any of these filled in a bag would probably set him up for life. Yet such continued breathing and not dying would be short-lived were he to succumb, for he had nowhere to hide it and the guards outside wielded sabers whereas he did not; it was not a gamble that he needed to attempt. The cave, in its deep blue hues, seemed to be uncannily long and there was an aura of mystery, an unknown vibration ongoing through each step forward he took. Someone or something was watching and judging him, to which he could only gulp in reaction, feeling even smaller than usual. Yet despite all this did he succeed in reaching the place in question, a room with a large stairway reaching higher and higher, its ultimate destination a pillar upon which the lamp in question was posed.
He got up, the many items and offers rising in luxury and unbelievable worth. A coupon for a palace, a small alcove in which the giggling of young maidens and boyish men could be heard, a statue of himself cast in gold and platinum...at this point it seemed ridiculous and his fear of being cut down far exceeded the appeal of such gains. He got to the lamp, standing on the tip of his toes to reach it as he carefully grabbed it. The slightly abyssal glint to it, hints of obsidians and small emeralds latched upon the golden frame, gave it a bit of a dangerous streak as Kit wasn't entirely certain what made this object worth such hassle. Yet at the very least he would be paid, though at this point he began to wonder if that had even been true. Before he could continue on such a train of thought, he saw that there was somehow a stain upon the base, which wouldn't do. What would the vizier think if he gave something so precious in such a dirty state? So he tried to rub it off with his fingers.
The reaction was immediate: current passed through the object. Electricity, like a thunderstorm condensed in the tiniest region zapped his fingers as he yelped and dropped the lamp. It fell not upon the ground, however, but floated as it supercharged in energy, beginning to glow and shine menacingly. The spout and tip turned, a slow and eerie rotation from the mysterious artifact giving it creepy vibes as eventually did the storm contained within was unleashed. Clouds of thunder and lightning erupted, restrained in tube form yet which slithered and floated around him in a way that rendered him helpless and afraid. Eventually did it wrap upon itself, coalescing into black, green and gold within a humanoid form.
“Finally! Heck, it's been sooooo long!” a voice could be heard, feminine, a bit rough in tone and pacing as the entity manifesting herself concluded this process by taking an actual form, that of a green tenrec of rather curvaceous form. Clad in a black bedlah with gold delimitation, her quills were attached with a band giving her the look of a long, spiky ponytail. A black spot upon her brow and eyes delimited the rest which was green, her flesh-colored arms, bosom and midriff being slightly tan as she was rather striking visually...like a thug and belly dancer rolled into one. She smiled upon Kit, her sharp teeth not doing much to dissuade him that she was far from gentle as she approached him with the look of a predator. A big smirk, eyes that sized him up as she chuckled while electricity crackled through her fingers. “Wooooow...you look like a wimp. How did you even get here? Uggh...how did you even get here, master?”
That title seemed to be taking everything out of her to say as Kit began to realize what she might be...yet was too shy to just straight-up interact with the scary beauty. “Uhhhm...I...well...that is...uh...” he began to reply, opting to fill the silence and yet already regretting that he had that kind of initiative. Tongue-tied, he just seemed so meek in front of the mystical being before and above him, her smoke tail waving and rotating in steady yet uncertain pattern while she just didn't touch the ground. She seemed so confident, her presence so imposing it was hard for him not to be impressed by her. “Gosh...I...I kinda wish...I was as...as strong as you look...it would...”
“Wow, you did not lose time, uh? Well okay then, master...uggh, hate to say that...anyway!” that tenrec gal said as she supercharged herself, the natural blue light of the cave sucked within her, giving her radiance as she sashayed and then shimmied her hips to gather energy. Then as she seemed to blaze with power, she snapped her fingers and Kit was zapped. It startled him at first, making him yelp and yet it did not hurt. In fact he felt somewhat...good. New faculties, possibilities, some innate attuning to something he could not yet identify coursed through him as the lighting in the cave returned to normal while she sneered. “There...not like me, because there's just no way, but nobody will mess with you now. You didn't say how specifically, so I got creative.”
The moisture around connected with him somehow. It was weird, yet he thought about it, waved his hand and fingers and he controlled droplets of water as if it was but an extension of him. He did so with all that he could gather, an aquatic tendril forming as indeed this was...magnificent. Somehow he had told out loud something he wanted and he just received it...just like that. “How did you do that?”
“Name's Surge and I'm a genie, trapped in that lamp. Gotta grant three wishes to those who free me. Wanted to mess around with whoever did that first but...well...” the tenrec began to explain as she looked down on the fennec, rolling her eyes while crossing her arms. “Well, no offense, but you look like a weakling. No sport in just crushing you...master.”
He had indeed been looked down upon all his life, so for one more person to do that did not really do much to Kit. Instead he was fascinated by Surge, who emerged from a lamp, was beautiful, powerful, so confident...and the way she just pictured what kind of power he would get was so creative. Instant admiration, perhaps even a bit of infatuation, ran through him as he looked at her with a slight blush and yet also with wide starry eyes. “Wow, you're soooo cool...I wish I knew how to be as cool as you and how to react to stuff like you do...”
It was somewhat two wishes at once...yet Surge was cunning and mischievous as she saw indeed an opportunity. The fennec was obviously impressed and more than a little admirative as he did indeed want to learn from her. She could grant him knowledge and self-confidence in a flash, be done with it and move with the next potential target...but confinement within the lamp was just a boring mess, a true pain in the neck. No, she would instead do the best she could with what was gifted to her as she smirked in pure satisfaction.
“Ah, it'll take maybe a decade or two for you to learn alllll that...so how lucky you are that I'll accompany you until you are, master,” Surge explained, looking at Kit as she got to his level. Approaching nearer, she moved to his side, grabbing his shoulder as her proximity certainly made him blush. He was such a dork, a touch adorable yet also clueless, the perfect kind of little student, minion and doofus to take advantage of. “We'll travel together and I expect you to follow my instructions, listen to my counsel and do your best...and in exchange you'll be the strongest, the mightiest, the best. Got it, master?”
The little grin she had, the way her face was so close to his gave him goosebumps in both a nice but also dreadful way. Maybe he was in over his head, maybe she would not be better than Starline out there...but then again it was his decision to make. He could indeed improve, learn, not be life's punching bag for once. Perhaps it would start right here, right now, with Surge the genie. “O...Okay. I'll...I'll do my best!”
And right here, right there did a most strange kind of relationship would begin that would shake cities, nations, the desert and beyond as a duo would be formed. Neither heroic nor villain, messy, dysfunctional yet still oddly sweet, their names would resonate across the dunes and beyond.
Kit and Surge.
A surprise little illustration from my friend BlueshiDX which inspired a small tale.
No surprise that I love Surge, the anti-villain/anti-heroine tenrec girl from the IDW Sonic comics. She has a great design, a fun narrative arc, her personality is both terrible and yet sympathetic...she's just entertaining. Of course I had her drawn tons of time as a genie/dancer/lamia/whatev and yet ideas keep on coming...so why not at this point?
If you like this, do know that BlueshiDX does take commissions. https://www.deviantart.com/blueshid.....eet-1253077090
Now, how come Surge is a genie this time? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * *
DIAMOND AND THE ROUGH
He really, really needed not to touch anything.
To say that Kit had a rough life would be an understatement. Abandoned as a child on the streets, forced to steal yet nowhere near good at it, too mellow and shy to properly defend himself, too small and weak to even attempt it...he certainly held no winning cards or combinations in hand. The fennec only had enough luck to grow old enough and to not perish, that breakthrough not entirely a great one as far as he was concerned. Yet he did get caught for a crime he himself hadn't committed, thus would he be spending the rest of his miserable existence in the palace's dungeon.
Or he could be doing a favor to that vizier, Starline.
The platypus was manipulative, cunning and made it seem like Kit, Kitsunami by his full name, was a diamond in the rough. An innocent, too pure for this world. His capture had been a mistake, it would be made right, he just needed to do one teeny tiny little small thing for the official, the sultan's aide first. Go into a cave in the desert, retrieve something for him and then he'd be paid, pardoned, the whole thing. It seemed fishy, too good to be true but then again Kit did severely want to be seen as a nice, decent person. His desire to be accepted, to be seen as worth something was too strong and thus did he accept. A trek through the desert, then the cave itself was revealed.
A big, threatening, magical, terrifying tiger maw.
Second thoughts penetrated his minds, yet the presence of armed guards, whose current location and armament made plenty of sense now as opposed to gifting confusion earlier, convinced him that he had no choice. Instructions were given: the object was a gilded oil lamp, benign in origin yet incredible in nature. The rest was artifice, a trap, temptation to be avoided...else things would go bad for him. So, for the umpteenth time did he recalled and tried to remind himself...
He really needed to not touch anything in the slightest.
The pile of gems, the absurd amount of golden coins and jewelry, the statues filled with sapphires, rubies and emeralds, all there to taunt him as any of these filled in a bag would probably set him up for life. Yet such continued breathing and not dying would be short-lived were he to succumb, for he had nowhere to hide it and the guards outside wielded sabers whereas he did not; it was not a gamble that he needed to attempt. The cave, in its deep blue hues, seemed to be uncannily long and there was an aura of mystery, an unknown vibration ongoing through each step forward he took. Someone or something was watching and judging him, to which he could only gulp in reaction, feeling even smaller than usual. Yet despite all this did he succeed in reaching the place in question, a room with a large stairway reaching higher and higher, its ultimate destination a pillar upon which the lamp in question was posed.
He got up, the many items and offers rising in luxury and unbelievable worth. A coupon for a palace, a small alcove in which the giggling of young maidens and boyish men could be heard, a statue of himself cast in gold and platinum...at this point it seemed ridiculous and his fear of being cut down far exceeded the appeal of such gains. He got to the lamp, standing on the tip of his toes to reach it as he carefully grabbed it. The slightly abyssal glint to it, hints of obsidians and small emeralds latched upon the golden frame, gave it a bit of a dangerous streak as Kit wasn't entirely certain what made this object worth such hassle. Yet at the very least he would be paid, though at this point he began to wonder if that had even been true. Before he could continue on such a train of thought, he saw that there was somehow a stain upon the base, which wouldn't do. What would the vizier think if he gave something so precious in such a dirty state? So he tried to rub it off with his fingers.
The reaction was immediate: current passed through the object. Electricity, like a thunderstorm condensed in the tiniest region zapped his fingers as he yelped and dropped the lamp. It fell not upon the ground, however, but floated as it supercharged in energy, beginning to glow and shine menacingly. The spout and tip turned, a slow and eerie rotation from the mysterious artifact giving it creepy vibes as eventually did the storm contained within was unleashed. Clouds of thunder and lightning erupted, restrained in tube form yet which slithered and floated around him in a way that rendered him helpless and afraid. Eventually did it wrap upon itself, coalescing into black, green and gold within a humanoid form.
“Finally! Heck, it's been sooooo long!” a voice could be heard, feminine, a bit rough in tone and pacing as the entity manifesting herself concluded this process by taking an actual form, that of a green tenrec of rather curvaceous form. Clad in a black bedlah with gold delimitation, her quills were attached with a band giving her the look of a long, spiky ponytail. A black spot upon her brow and eyes delimited the rest which was green, her flesh-colored arms, bosom and midriff being slightly tan as she was rather striking visually...like a thug and belly dancer rolled into one. She smiled upon Kit, her sharp teeth not doing much to dissuade him that she was far from gentle as she approached him with the look of a predator. A big smirk, eyes that sized him up as she chuckled while electricity crackled through her fingers. “Wooooow...you look like a wimp. How did you even get here? Uggh...how did you even get here, master?”
That title seemed to be taking everything out of her to say as Kit began to realize what she might be...yet was too shy to just straight-up interact with the scary beauty. “Uhhhm...I...well...that is...uh...” he began to reply, opting to fill the silence and yet already regretting that he had that kind of initiative. Tongue-tied, he just seemed so meek in front of the mystical being before and above him, her smoke tail waving and rotating in steady yet uncertain pattern while she just didn't touch the ground. She seemed so confident, her presence so imposing it was hard for him not to be impressed by her. “Gosh...I...I kinda wish...I was as...as strong as you look...it would...”
“Wow, you did not lose time, uh? Well okay then, master...uggh, hate to say that...anyway!” that tenrec gal said as she supercharged herself, the natural blue light of the cave sucked within her, giving her radiance as she sashayed and then shimmied her hips to gather energy. Then as she seemed to blaze with power, she snapped her fingers and Kit was zapped. It startled him at first, making him yelp and yet it did not hurt. In fact he felt somewhat...good. New faculties, possibilities, some innate attuning to something he could not yet identify coursed through him as the lighting in the cave returned to normal while she sneered. “There...not like me, because there's just no way, but nobody will mess with you now. You didn't say how specifically, so I got creative.”
The moisture around connected with him somehow. It was weird, yet he thought about it, waved his hand and fingers and he controlled droplets of water as if it was but an extension of him. He did so with all that he could gather, an aquatic tendril forming as indeed this was...magnificent. Somehow he had told out loud something he wanted and he just received it...just like that. “How did you do that?”
“Name's Surge and I'm a genie, trapped in that lamp. Gotta grant three wishes to those who free me. Wanted to mess around with whoever did that first but...well...” the tenrec began to explain as she looked down on the fennec, rolling her eyes while crossing her arms. “Well, no offense, but you look like a weakling. No sport in just crushing you...master.”
He had indeed been looked down upon all his life, so for one more person to do that did not really do much to Kit. Instead he was fascinated by Surge, who emerged from a lamp, was beautiful, powerful, so confident...and the way she just pictured what kind of power he would get was so creative. Instant admiration, perhaps even a bit of infatuation, ran through him as he looked at her with a slight blush and yet also with wide starry eyes. “Wow, you're soooo cool...I wish I knew how to be as cool as you and how to react to stuff like you do...”
It was somewhat two wishes at once...yet Surge was cunning and mischievous as she saw indeed an opportunity. The fennec was obviously impressed and more than a little admirative as he did indeed want to learn from her. She could grant him knowledge and self-confidence in a flash, be done with it and move with the next potential target...but confinement within the lamp was just a boring mess, a true pain in the neck. No, she would instead do the best she could with what was gifted to her as she smirked in pure satisfaction.
“Ah, it'll take maybe a decade or two for you to learn alllll that...so how lucky you are that I'll accompany you until you are, master,” Surge explained, looking at Kit as she got to his level. Approaching nearer, she moved to his side, grabbing his shoulder as her proximity certainly made him blush. He was such a dork, a touch adorable yet also clueless, the perfect kind of little student, minion and doofus to take advantage of. “We'll travel together and I expect you to follow my instructions, listen to my counsel and do your best...and in exchange you'll be the strongest, the mightiest, the best. Got it, master?”
The little grin she had, the way her face was so close to his gave him goosebumps in both a nice but also dreadful way. Maybe he was in over his head, maybe she would not be better than Starline out there...but then again it was his decision to make. He could indeed improve, learn, not be life's punching bag for once. Perhaps it would start right here, right now, with Surge the genie. “O...Okay. I'll...I'll do my best!”
And right here, right there did a most strange kind of relationship would begin that would shake cities, nations, the desert and beyond as a duo would be formed. Neither heroic nor villain, messy, dysfunctional yet still oddly sweet, their names would resonate across the dunes and beyond.
Kit and Surge.
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