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Nega Surge - Rock-starZ + Gameboyred
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62688815/ *
A new Nega Surge piece to follow up the next one.
Drawn by Rock-starZ https://www.deviantart.com/rock-starz/shop
Colored by Gameboyred: https://www.deviantart.com/gameboyr.....pen-1261564597
* * *
“Why don't we try out and see what you can do? It's not like I don't trust you or anything.”
The nosy, mocking tone in Surge's voice told the entire story of how she felt currently. Just created, barely unleashed and offering her services that already she was being shown condescendence and hesitation. A top-notch tenrec like her, cosmically and magically-charged, full of memories and bad vibes from Shantamy. The piss and vinegar from the sweet little half-genie, minus the half part as she was full-on djinn, electric in attitude and power...and yet a measly pirate queen was doubting her ability to get things done.
“Just try to impress me. I'm a big time pirate, I have a big chest...and one full of treasure too,” Surge continued to mutter, unhappy about the whole deal. If Risky Rouge had been as smart as she thought herself to be, she'd have commanded for the town to burn, for all of her enemies to be lined up before one of her cannons, for endless riches...but no, that would have been too practical. She probably believed Surge would twist her words and make things backfire...if villains couldn't trust each other, then where was villainy even going?
The target was a big guy, enough for him to have that solitary quality as a moniker and be recognizable. Large, tall, furry, a feline of purple and white fur with a yellow bandana around his forehead, a blue and grey vest with an open collar, half-finger gloves, shorts and a rather large belt to go around his rotund form. Biggo the cat...a dunce but also technically a warrior it seemed, with a fishing rod and a flail, and of course...
“Froggy...where are you?”
An amphibian pet that always ran off...or leaped off. In any case, the dullard was constantly trying to prove something to himself and others, taking on odd jobs which he quit on the spot due to “Froggy” hopping away. And even when he did focus did he do things in reverse, in the wrong order and so forth. Her good side loved him like a brother but Surge? Surge found him embarrassing.
“Oh, Shantamy...wait...you're not green usually...and your hair isn't like that...” Biggo went on to say as Surge advanced, half-transforming her ensemble before just ceasing that now-unnecessary attempt. Why change her fur and quill colors, the shade of her outfit or the metal of her jewelry when the guy didn't even warrant such efforts? “Did you get a haircut, Shantamy?”
This was ridiculous. Right here and there could she just go and annihilate him...maybe transform the guy into a frog for poetic injustice. Fry him with thunder and lightning, if only for her personal satisfaction...but noooooo. Risky Rouge wanted for things to be subtle, slow, long-winded, boring.
“I'm so glad you noticed!” Surge said, a big grin on her face while electricity ran through her entire being. Lighting her up, her perfect control over her own magic made it so subtle patterns emerged upon her skin and fur, subliminal swirls and concentric circles that few would notice. Highlighting her curves, her assets, she knew she was a looker and her lack of any actual affection for Biggo gave her no pause in employing such a technique to mess with his mind. “Anything else you're noticing?”
“Uh...maybe...do you know where...” the big feline began to say, words coming out slower and slower as if they were difficult to pronounce, to even think of. She swayed her hips, the occasional undulation from her stomach as she twisted her hips front and back. A few little spin of her hips, all nice and slow, the kind of show many would kill for as her lightning sparked and sparkled within her, her favorite kind of energy to toy around with. “Where...Froggy...”
“Enough about the frog...just watch and listen, dummy~” Surge commanded, getting closer as she could see how his brain was frying down, unable to cope with whay he was seeing. Her magic was mushing his perceptions, his cognition. Unable to look anywhere else, she employed hypnosis just like her current mistress tasked her to, an approach that wasn't as boring as she figured it would be. There was a certain fun to be had in seeing up-close an enemy becoming increasingly enthralled by one's body, one's voice. Sure, it was Biggo and the guy was thick as a brick...but she would take what she could get at this point. “No thoughts, head empty. Just me. Just my words. Nothing else~”
“Nothing...else...” Biggo responded, slack-jawed, already claimed as she didn't expect much of a fight but this was just silly. He probably still thought she was Shantamy before his mind shut down as swirls in his eyes appeared, ready to do as she bid. The temptation was there to really mess him up, to even put him up as a double-agent, a little slave who'd want nothing more than to serve...even more than he'd want to find Froggy. But the instructions had been clear as she rolled her eyes and then said what had been told to her.
“You will now confound...urgh...east and west. One is the other and vice-versa...” Surge described as there could be amusement in Biggo never giving good directions and getting lost...but this was so minimal as to be petty. “Now when I snap my fingers you will forget I was ever there, yet what I said shall remain.”
Snap!
Before long, near-instantaneously in fact, did Biggo return to reality as he shook his head. Had he been dozing off again? Yet as he looked around, he recalled that someone did spot a frog going to the east...so he followed that trail by heading west. Surge wasn't there to observe her deed, but suffice to say her mistress had better be pleased with this because otherwise...
She'd do things her way, wish or no wish.
A new Nega Surge piece to follow up the next one.
Drawn by Rock-starZ https://www.deviantart.com/rock-starz/shop
Colored by Gameboyred: https://www.deviantart.com/gameboyr.....pen-1261564597
* * *
TESTING THE TENREC“Why don't we try out and see what you can do? It's not like I don't trust you or anything.”
The nosy, mocking tone in Surge's voice told the entire story of how she felt currently. Just created, barely unleashed and offering her services that already she was being shown condescendence and hesitation. A top-notch tenrec like her, cosmically and magically-charged, full of memories and bad vibes from Shantamy. The piss and vinegar from the sweet little half-genie, minus the half part as she was full-on djinn, electric in attitude and power...and yet a measly pirate queen was doubting her ability to get things done.
“Just try to impress me. I'm a big time pirate, I have a big chest...and one full of treasure too,” Surge continued to mutter, unhappy about the whole deal. If Risky Rouge had been as smart as she thought herself to be, she'd have commanded for the town to burn, for all of her enemies to be lined up before one of her cannons, for endless riches...but no, that would have been too practical. She probably believed Surge would twist her words and make things backfire...if villains couldn't trust each other, then where was villainy even going?
The target was a big guy, enough for him to have that solitary quality as a moniker and be recognizable. Large, tall, furry, a feline of purple and white fur with a yellow bandana around his forehead, a blue and grey vest with an open collar, half-finger gloves, shorts and a rather large belt to go around his rotund form. Biggo the cat...a dunce but also technically a warrior it seemed, with a fishing rod and a flail, and of course...
“Froggy...where are you?”
An amphibian pet that always ran off...or leaped off. In any case, the dullard was constantly trying to prove something to himself and others, taking on odd jobs which he quit on the spot due to “Froggy” hopping away. And even when he did focus did he do things in reverse, in the wrong order and so forth. Her good side loved him like a brother but Surge? Surge found him embarrassing.
“Oh, Shantamy...wait...you're not green usually...and your hair isn't like that...” Biggo went on to say as Surge advanced, half-transforming her ensemble before just ceasing that now-unnecessary attempt. Why change her fur and quill colors, the shade of her outfit or the metal of her jewelry when the guy didn't even warrant such efforts? “Did you get a haircut, Shantamy?”
This was ridiculous. Right here and there could she just go and annihilate him...maybe transform the guy into a frog for poetic injustice. Fry him with thunder and lightning, if only for her personal satisfaction...but noooooo. Risky Rouge wanted for things to be subtle, slow, long-winded, boring.
“I'm so glad you noticed!” Surge said, a big grin on her face while electricity ran through her entire being. Lighting her up, her perfect control over her own magic made it so subtle patterns emerged upon her skin and fur, subliminal swirls and concentric circles that few would notice. Highlighting her curves, her assets, she knew she was a looker and her lack of any actual affection for Biggo gave her no pause in employing such a technique to mess with his mind. “Anything else you're noticing?”
“Uh...maybe...do you know where...” the big feline began to say, words coming out slower and slower as if they were difficult to pronounce, to even think of. She swayed her hips, the occasional undulation from her stomach as she twisted her hips front and back. A few little spin of her hips, all nice and slow, the kind of show many would kill for as her lightning sparked and sparkled within her, her favorite kind of energy to toy around with. “Where...Froggy...”
“Enough about the frog...just watch and listen, dummy~” Surge commanded, getting closer as she could see how his brain was frying down, unable to cope with whay he was seeing. Her magic was mushing his perceptions, his cognition. Unable to look anywhere else, she employed hypnosis just like her current mistress tasked her to, an approach that wasn't as boring as she figured it would be. There was a certain fun to be had in seeing up-close an enemy becoming increasingly enthralled by one's body, one's voice. Sure, it was Biggo and the guy was thick as a brick...but she would take what she could get at this point. “No thoughts, head empty. Just me. Just my words. Nothing else~”
“Nothing...else...” Biggo responded, slack-jawed, already claimed as she didn't expect much of a fight but this was just silly. He probably still thought she was Shantamy before his mind shut down as swirls in his eyes appeared, ready to do as she bid. The temptation was there to really mess him up, to even put him up as a double-agent, a little slave who'd want nothing more than to serve...even more than he'd want to find Froggy. But the instructions had been clear as she rolled her eyes and then said what had been told to her.
“You will now confound...urgh...east and west. One is the other and vice-versa...” Surge described as there could be amusement in Biggo never giving good directions and getting lost...but this was so minimal as to be petty. “Now when I snap my fingers you will forget I was ever there, yet what I said shall remain.”
Snap!
Before long, near-instantaneously in fact, did Biggo return to reality as he shook his head. Had he been dozing off again? Yet as he looked around, he recalled that someone did spot a frog going to the east...so he followed that trail by heading west. Surge wasn't there to observe her deed, but suffice to say her mistress had better be pleased with this because otherwise...
She'd do things her way, wish or no wish.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Mobian
Size 1506 x 1946px
File Size 5.2 MB
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