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Hypnotic dancer Rouge and her enslaved genie Tikal was too good an idea to not come back to it again.

In the hope of supporting an artist and friend, EmeraldSphynx , I went on to commission her to draw those again, as based on their design by JamoArt and OmegaLuxifer...with a little touch of her own along the way. As someone who did draw Sonic characters before, and who obviously love to draw bedlahs, I thought it was in her chord and boy was I right. The expression and pose of those two tells a story all on its own of power, beauty and mischief, with her Rouge being absolutely splendid and Tikal being powerful and yet blissful. Honestly, I cannot help but recommend you all to consider supporting her as well by checking out her prices and maybe get a piece done for yourselves:

As for the story, well in this one Rouge did get access to two echidnas as slaves, one a genie and the other her guardian as she possesses the "Mistress Emerald" now...and yet there is one more person that she is close to who might just need to receive her blessing and guidance, to finally live in bliss by her side as power rises to her head...and a fantasy is projected.

Before we get to it, just a quick mention of my Patreon here as you can get access, for free, to many tales that aren't on DA, including NSFW, on it: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

And now, read on.

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THE SHADOW OF THE BAT

“What is it that you wish for?”

The voice of a stranger, melodious and pleasant, yet also unwelcome as Shadow woke up suddenly. Startled, the serene wake-up call had the effect of pushing through this particular query deep, though it had ever been lodged there to begin with. A woman echoing his sentiment in the most literal fashion, for he looked around and wasn't in the tunnel he had fallen asleep in, but rather in a vast and arid desert. While his aimless trekking did land him in sordid spot, he had absolutely no recollection of how he got there as the heat of the sun began to dawn on him, as if finally realizing that he was in a dire situation.

“Well, have you given it some thought?” the voice said, though this time closer with a less ethereal quality to it as Shadow turned around to see something peculiar: an echidna with no legs. She was much alike this simpleton, Knuckles, in her hairstyle though she was orange in fur and dressed in a way that felt much too exotic and mystical. Some turban with strings of pearls attached to it sat upon her head, atop a diadem of gold, her top was white and showcasing her breast in a way that felt suggestive, she wore a mixture of a sash and belt around her waist and hips, just above the smoke tail that flickered in the air, never touching the ground and replacing her legs. She was pretty, that much Shadow could admit, though never openly as while he observed her he noticed something rather strange and yet intriguing: her eyes. They were pink and swirled around, accompanying a little knowing smile that fascinated him in a way that made him realize how half-naked she was, conscious about her beauty and the uncanny power that emanated from this being...though she then spoke and the spell was broken, making it so the hedgehog regained some modicum of self-awareness. “About what it is that you desire?”

He didn't like this one bit as his quest for his identity, for his purpose beyond his origin had never been fully accomplished. Random erring and the occasional diversion made a poor substitute for belonging, for actual self-realization though he was too proud to ask for help. “I want you to put me back where you took me and leave me alone,” he responded, characteristic of his dour personality, of his tendency to push away others for various reasons, most of them not quite sound. “Whatever it is that you want, I'll have no part of it.”

“Ah, but that is where you're wrong, for I know what you need and I would be a very poor genie if I didn't obey the command of my mistress,” the echidna said, revealing the reason for her appearance and her aura, Shadow being a little annoyed that he was part of yet again someone's plan, acting on another's will rather than his own. Sonic had mentioned having partaken in an adventure in a book called the Arabian Nights once and perhaps it was Shadow's turn, his life ever a bizarre mimicry of the blue hedgehog no matter how hard he tried to be his own person. “My name is Tikal, and my mistress wishes to see you in her palace where the dune converges...but only when you'll realize your true calling, which I am here to help you achieve.”

“I think I will pass. I do not know your mistress nor do I wish to see her. Tell her she'll have to come to me herself,” Shadow responded, certainly not in the right mood for that nonsense as he began to run towards a direction chosen by impulse, understanding that with his speed he'd eventually reach the end of this desert in record time. What did happen, however, was that he felt like he ran for a very long period of time, only to never reach the horizon as if he was never moving from his spot. Something forbade him from leaving as eventually tiredness pushed him to the brink, making him sit down to take a breather just as Tikal popped up from nowhere, seemingly accompanying him. “Release me from this spell at once...or I'll make you.”

“You must be thirsty and famished. Please do recuperate while I try to better explain,” Tikal said, clapping her hands to summon a veritable feast to the dark hedgehog who had just threatened her, paying it no mind as she bent over with surprising speed, letting him see both her eyes and cleavage up-close, which surprisingly disarmed whatever tension was in the air. “A wish for your well-being brought you here, to gift you with serenity and purpose. My mistress is a benevolent, radiant being who wants you to be happy...and she wants you to realize it yourself before she meets you.”

For a brief instant, he felt indeed a wave of tranquility wash over him, those pink swirling eyes and that rather magnetic cleavage making him feel a touch aroused. As much as he was stoic and self-determined, or at least attempted to be both, he wasn't invulnerable to the charms of others, especially with such vestments and alluring traits...yet he shook it off a little with a vague impression that he would not be getting away from this “side-mission” easily. “This is incredibly ambiguous. What exactly does she even want?” Shadow asked, the identity of this mistress of hers certainly making him curious, though for now it wasn't the most pressing question if he was to get away from whatever this was.

“You occupy yourself in order not to think, any moment of solitude being anguish as you want to belong, yet do not know how. You are the ultimate lifeform...yet also alone and without the proper goal in mind to achieve it,” Tikal explained, cutting rather deep as if she knew him rather well, taking aback Shadow as he did not want to admit that there was a certain truth to those words, his pride again getting in the way as he looked away, feigning disinterest. “My mistress knows you very well and shall change this, though you must want it. Upon entering her palace, I will grant you a wish as per her request and, if it is that you want to leave this place, then it shall be done.”

This was indeed more tantalizing, to say the least, as a wish from a magic genie was something a little more tempting than “purpose” as far as Shadow was concerned. “You should have started with that,” he stated openly, finally drinking and eating as if to say he'd participate, though it was hunger and thirst which indeed motivated him. Everything was excellent, filling him again with vigor and strength as the genie observed him while he did the same with her, somehow finding her a touch more attractive than initially as if he noticed it for the first time. He made no mention of it, though his attempt at subtlety was certainly not his best as she smiled at him as if aware.

“My mistress is far more beautiful and incredible that I am, if you must know,” the genie spoke with reverence, her words associating almost a divine nature to this being as the genie floated around and then went behind Shadow, placing her hands upon his shoulder as she then began to whisper in his ear. “Allow me to demonstrate what I mean~”

Her tone changed to a more pleasant one, bordering on the sensual as before Shadow could protest or react in any capacity Tikal used her magic to conjure an illusion using the air, sand and light in their to compact it all into a projection before his eyes. What he saw silenced him not just because of actual beauty, but familiarity as well as Tikal's mistress was well-known to him: it was Rouge. The bat whom he had teamed up with in the past, who he had to admit possessed some inherent sex appeal, was like a phantom within his gaze, only this time her appeal was much more apparent given that she was dressed accordingly to the theme: like a regal belly dancer. A black top which highlighted her breasts, pantaloons of black with white flowers, gold upon her person and a small bindi jewel on her forehead...but what topped it all off was her expression of pure charisma and confidence. Her lightly tan skin married itself extremely well with those vestments, her curves all there to delight in as Shadow had to acquiesce that dressed like this she looked magnificent.

And then she began to dance.

The image of her projected through magic was looking straight at him, diminutive in size though not in presence as the sheer allure of the bat dancer seemed to fill in every possible corners of his vision. As she swayed her hips with the most smug though sensual smirk she could muster, Shadow witnessed a detail he hadn't noticed prior: an emerald lodged directly in her navel. Its facets glistened even within the spell of the genie, capturing his gaze as she lifted her hands, twirled them in the air and stretched out her midriff in order to then undulate her stomach before his eyes.

“She is sublime, wouldn't you agree? She wants to meet with you, to finally gift you what you are lacking.”

Tikal whispered in his ear, an intimate moment that was yet easily ignored in favor of the dancing bat as Shadow stopped eating and drinking, his jaw a little slack as the genie's mistress gave him a show that he couldn't take his eyes off of. He knew not whether this was his Rouge or another version, but he knew by now that he did want to see her up-close now, a sentiment burgeoning within his psyche as per admittance to an attraction, an idea slipping by very easily in his thoughts. She twirled her hips, spun them in circle and then turned around, letting him see her back while she glanced backward, the same sultry and knowing smile on her face as if she knew he was transfixed, captivated by her nimble and superb performance. For a brief moment he felt his senses get back to him, though she turned around once more and the emerald's glow mesmerized him once again, making him hyper-focus on her hips and belly.

“My mistress is powerful in her understanding and generosity...and she can grant you what you most desire. You only need to prove yourself worthy to meet her.”

The desire to have an encounter with this Rouge was imprinted within Shadow now, this illusion of Rouge taking one step closer to him, then another as she seemed to tower over him now, claiming his perceptions as he zoomed in unnaturally on her curves, on her abdomen and chest. Still he saw her smile, felt her presence despite her not being there as she fluttered her stomach, almost pushing it toward him before pulling him toward her as Shadow hadn't noticed how limp, how relaxed he was. Unaware that he vaulted forward, the moment his lips were close to her belly was when the illusion was dissipated as Tikal returned to her previous position, her magic dispelled for the moment.

“As you can see, it would be quite worth it to get to meet her in person...should you prove yourself,” Tikal stated, her voice a little more convincing now as Shadow's mind had been opened to the possibility of things going well...among other things. As much as this was at first against his will, now he did feel a certain impulse to continue on this journey, to indulge the genie and her mistress for reasons both evident and some not admitted to himself yet. “But she believes in you and you have me to guide you, so all shall be well. Shall we proceed then?”

Shadow returned slowly to his senses, a faint after-image of the dancing Rouge and the emerald in her navel still haunting him briefly as Tikal made the meal and drinks she conjured disappear, satisfied that the one she'd escort had his fill. Himself still a touch uncertain about all of this, he did know that he wasn't exactly doing much currently and that this was as good a mission as any, barely fooling himself as to why he was beginning to turn around on this particular situation. He did feel attracted to Rouge, that much he knew though she was a tough one to follow, with her being obsessed with gems and that echidna, Knuckles. He had simply let her be, his own needs somehow more important, though now he wasn't so sure as he felt a little awestruck by how much he had been smitten immediately by the bedlah-wearing bat. She had been so striking that it made him question things as he tried to get his head back in the game, rising up from his seated position as his senses came back to him unbeknownst to him.

“What do I need to do, then?” he asked, a little less irritable than prior due to the meal and show he had been graciously offered, the latter still somehow on the edge of his mind as he couldn't set aside the sight of Rouge dancing so well and enticingly. “Are there any ordeals, enemies...riddles maybe?”

“You simply need to walk with me and to keep your ears, eyes and mind open,” Tikal answered, clasping her hands together and then bowing as once again Shadow went on to actually enjoy her beauty, as if more open to the idea that he could indeed feel attraction now. “It shall be my privilege to see you to your destination.”

As such they walked, with Tikal speaking of her mistress along the way, of legends about this incredible being that freed her from the artifact she now wore: the Mistress Emerald. It was powerful and belonged to her, making her feel like a heroine and a queen, living within a palace filled with treasures and wonders, where only those worthy of her presence could delve in. It was apparently his destiny to set foot inside, with Shadow only half-listening as he wandered, his own thoughts prone to distraction as he couldn't forget Rouge and on random occasions he checked Tikal out as well, finding himself somehow a little less prude, sometimes to his embarrassment as he realized it. Eventually, fatigue hit him up as Shadow sat down while the sun was settling, causing for Tikal to once again use her magic to conjure a camp and everything that would be needed for comfort.

“You are doing well, better than you might think. However, I suggest you rest as the night is cold when alone and unaided,” Tikal said as a small fire was brought up in a matter of seconds alongside another copious and luxurious meal, making it so Shadow was in awe in front of such comfort. The number of times he had slept in much worse conditions, in solitude was reminded to him with such a sight, the company of the sumptuous genie and the food being welcome, though quite different than what he expected. As much as he was determined and self-sufficient, at least in his own perception of himself, he saw the merits of this and wondered if he had been wrong as he sat down to eat, only for Tikal to then clap her hands twice to summon music out of thin air. “Allow me to warm your night in a way that the fire simply cannot~”

She began to dance, her lack of legs certainly no hinder to her flexibility or her potential for fluid and sensual motions as she began with a few figure eights, as if trying to brush her wide hips against his sight. It was something to behold, the smoke tail twirling and sending fumes spiraling beneath as her shoulders rotated, her arms beckoned for him to watch as she bent her lower back while slowly fluttering her stomach, going on to rock it as if waves hitting a sea of orange fur and flesh. Shadow was transfixed upon it, finding similarities to Rouge's own dance from before, yet as Tikal went on to adjust her position, she gazed into his eyes and her pink, swirling eyes seemed to radiate once again, fascinating him even more than before.

“Belonging to her has been the greatest event in my entire life, to be hers, to serve her needs~”

She spoke and yet her words did not match her lips, the words projected toward Shadow's psyche as he unwittingly stopped sensing and seeing anything else than the genie for a brief moment. No fire crackling, only the faint echo of the music, even the smell of the food seemed small and insignificant in front of the mystical being in front of him...and then there was a juxtaposition of visions as while Tikal danced, Rouge did the same over her, appearing like a ghost and yet superseding over the magical entity.

“To accomplish her will is bliss, to make her happy is a goal onto itself...To me she is the ultimate mistress~”

He felt her need, her sincerity as this was adoration, worship and seeing both Rouge and Tikal dancing at once, a psychedelic though not unwelcome sight, made Shadow forget himself yet again. Body limp, mouth slack, a tiny bit of drool on his lips and newly-appearing spirals in his eyes as the idea of the Mistress Emerald within Rouge's navel only served to ignite a need within him. It was arousal, complete captivation to a beauty that he had no words for. There was a tint of understanding, even some jealousy the way Tikal spoke of being with this Rouge as the figure-eights had the time to change to hip twists, them moving back and forth while they shifted their weights before a few hip drops were shown, strikes upon the anvil of his mind, shaping it up toward a truth that dawned upon him: he was immensely attracted to them both.

“To belong somewhere, with someone, is a boon...to have purpose is to find contentment and happiness...especially when it is with someone who counts.”

Those words resonated within him, a truth that he himself knew yet hadn't fully understood as his mind was foggy, completely distracted from any other thoughts as the sensuality, the sheer gorgeousness presented to him was mesmerizing beyond belief. The swirls in Tikal's gaze, combined with the Mistress Emerald, made him forget himself and enter a trance of tranquility, of introspection that was actually pleasant rather than damning. Tikal's own voice echoed within literally and figuratively, making him realize a great many things as she got closer to him now, making it so the vision of Rouge did the same.

“You must now slumber, feeling very sleepy and needing to rest. Your eyelids are heavy, your fatigue wearing you down...but you are safe and protected, about to dream of something wonderful~”

He yawned as he did feel exhausted now, her suggestions hitting him up like a ton of brick as he regained some of his senses, only for them to correlate with what she spoke of. A small blanket and a pillow was summoned below him as still she danced, lulling him to sleep as he barely struggled to keep himself awake, only for his eyes to shut down as per her request, finding it easy to just do as she said now.

“Dreams of the ultimate mistress~”

He was deeply asleep now, slumber overtaking him as there was darkness at first, only for his mind to follow the suggestions of the genie guarding and watching over him as it created a vision of Rouge near-immediately. Within a palace of gold and jewels, she lounged on her side, her arm on a pillow and her body on a small though comfortable little rug as she silently watched over him. Her expression was one of confidence, of certainty and he couldn't help but feel somehow small before that, shaken by this as his own sense of self was diminishing. It had never happened to him before, to feel small and insignificant and yet it didn't feel alien to him now, the legend of Rouge being built up within his psyche as her lovely appearance made him forget himself temporarily as he eyed her with no small amount of lust. Her hips were wide, her hourglass figure was on display, her breasts were firm and yet smooth-looking, though it was her face and her stomach which fascinated him even more.

“Watch me. Listen to my voice.”

It was Rouge speaking, yet her lips weren't moving. She sounded powerful, charismatic, downright hypnotic even as Shadow couldn't help but want to do as she said, himself barely present due to this being a dream. As she sent her intents toward him, the Mistress Emerald glimmered and caught his gaze as she rolled her belly despite her position, completely seducing and enthralling him with its sublime motions. He was completely in love, smitten in a way that paralyzed him, that made everything but her irrelevant as he had never felt this way before...and he couldn't say that he was hating it, far from it.

“Worship me. Obey my commands.”

She spoke like a queen, like a goddess and Shadow barely recognized the bat, the secret agent with which he had been going on wild adventures with on occasion. This was something else altogether as he felt faint though filled with the desire to stay, to hear what she had to say...and to stare at her as much as he could. Vision of her dance once again filled his mind, making him drool and want more as she moved one of her hand to her midriff, only to then remove the Mistress Emerald, revealing her belly button in all its splendor.

“Be mine.”

Something peculiar yet inevitable occurred as Shadow felt himself shift, reality following the silent edicts of this queenly Rouge as he turned into a ball and rolled as if trying to spin dash, only to get smaller and smaller, more compact. Red and black, ruby and onyx, his flesh transmuting into these elements as he was then tailored in multiple facets, turning into a gem due to some unseen and mysterious magic, yet it was not frightful in any way. It felt pre-destined, to be expected even as he became small and spherical, only for him to float toward her as she picked him up, smirked and then placed him directly inside her navel.

“You love me.”

It was sordid, completely bizarre and yet it was pure ecstasy as Shadow felt the light pressure of her belly as she still rolled it, rocking him into sensual complacency, into belonging in this particular spot. The warmth and softness of her flesh, the depth of her belly button, being part of her dance were all things that invaded his thoughts, that made him feel a bliss that he could barely contain, that he did not understand yet basked in all the same. He was glued to her midriff, accompanying her black bedlah as if it was meant to be, a thought that he felt increasingly happy about.

“You adore me.”

When she spoke, it was with authority, with absolute certitude and he couldn't deny her this, as Rouge had ever been confident...yet this was on another level. He was the ultimate life form, someone of power and mean, his own hedgehog and yet she had transformed him into a belly gem and he loved every single second of it as she fluttered and rolled her midriff, occasionaly brushing a fingers atop his surface as he was caught in the stupor of pure worship, as if he wouldn't mind to stay like this forever. He was distracted from himself, from his worries and doubts, from existential turmoil by focusing solely on her and his extremely simple role.

“You shall soon be ready to see me in the flesh. Look forward to it~”

And then he woke up, breakfast already there waiting for him as Tikal smiled upon seeing return from slumber. “Good morning. Did you have nice dreams?” she asked, looking as radiant as ever under the sun rising, the genie certainly only gaining in prestige the more he looked at her. A little taken aback about this fantasy he lived and his reaction to it, notably how aroused he was and how it kept on haunting him, Shadow merely nodded and ate in silence, partly ashamed about how devious his thoughts turned out to be. He never showed any interest over people like this, no such infatuation toward a woman and yet Rouge was...perfect. “It seems like you are coming around and your quest is progressing nicely. Look~”

As they both stared at the horizon, there was indeed a sight awaiting them both as a tall, marvelous palace could be seen glistening from an unknown distance. Even from afar the golden walls, bejeweled in excess, could be observed as this was opulence beyond belief, something that indeed would fit with Rouge alright as Shadow did feel good about this development. It was a surprise to him how invested he was, but he didn't feel like lying to himself anymore as he did want to see Rouge in the flesh, having indeed fallen for this version. There was something magnetic, completely overwhelming about her and he had to find out for herself why she wanted him so badly in the first place.

“Judging by the distance, we should arrive there by nightfall. I am very happy that you are close to reaching your goal,” Tikal said encouragingly, going on to remove all elements from their camp in favor of trekking along the dunes. Shadow himself felt safe and content when near her, her presence certainly a boon, a comfort as her lovely appearance, her optimism and her devotion were certainly uplifting. She communicated her worship and adoration for Rouge very well, making it so he was very much looking forward to seeing her. “You shall meet mistress very soon.”

Unbeknownst to him, mentioning Rouge by that title did not actually feel weird, his thought gravitating to this nomenclature rather easily. She did seem to have a regal and charismatic presence, a very seductive appearance and a je-ne-sais-quoi which imposed respect and reverence, the fact that she owned an all-powerful genie only serving to highlight those qualities. It was her wish that put him on this path and she was the one in power here, albeit so far he did not have anything against that as opposed to yesterday, his thoughts gradually altered albeit he barely noticed. Tikal kept on talking about Rouge, about how she dances for those who serve her, how the Mistress Emerald only put on display her best qualities, how so many would pledge themselves to her, yet very few would ever gain that honor. Shadow could believe it, a certain desire rising up within as he was assailed by the visions of those dances, both from Tikal and Rouge, as well as that weird yet sublime dream of being turned into a belly gem and worn.

The more he listened to Tikal, looking into her eyes and further being comfortable with his own arousal and admiration of the genie's beauty, the more he welcomed those thoughts as he felt like the weight of the world was removed from his shoulders. Even though the sun was warm, that this had been an unwelcome surprise at first, the closer he got to the palace, the more he felt excited about his encounter with Rouge. It seemed to grow in size, to feel even more imposing and magnificent as he approached, befitting someone like Rouge as she ever had an high opinion of herself, though now it felt appropriate and justified. He was feeling light, giddy and as the sun settled down, so did they reach her home as told by Tikal as the genie then approached the large door, one decorated with heart gems and spiral symbols crafted in gold.

“You are near the end of your journey, close to getting your wish,” she said as she clapped her hands twice and then proceeded to have the door open itself up, welcoming Shadow inside. Standing beside the entrance, she then bowed and smiled, letting have another sight of her wonderful eyes and sumptuous body. “I shall await you inside beside the mistress, preparing myself to grant you your innermost desire~”

Thus Shadow was left alone, venturing inside the palace as it was every bit as exuberant and grandiose as expected, with busts, statues, paintings and other wonderful decorations all tailored and created to highlight Rouge in various forms. Gold and gems, polished marble, all there to put on display her curves and beauty as her confident gaze, her amazing curves and her sheer aura seemed to have been wonderfully captured in these depictions. Most of them had an emerald lodged in her navel, capturing his gaze on occasion as he fixated upon them before snapping out of it after some time, trying to focus on his goal as he felt as if he was lost in a maze of Rouge...a strangely soothing predicament. Some of the statues didn't have the emerald in them, though, showing her navel in full as dancing poses were captured, making him see them as if animated to replicate those performances as he projected himself being worn as a belly gem to enhance said motions...but again he snapped out of it to proceed further, the fantasies getting to him as he was so close to getting what he wanted.

Eventually, he reached a stairway leading up, one fitted with a red carpet that greeted his sight, leading to a luxurious door with a bat emblem upon it carved in emerald, a sure sign that this was it. Each step upward and forward made his heart race, visions of Rouge and occasionally Tikal assailing him as swirls, emeralds and dancing mesmerized him further, occupying his psyche in an increasingly erotic and mind-numbing fashion. Getting to the door, he advanced his hand only for it to open by itself, leading to a grand room in which Rouge was waiting for him, lounged much like in his dream...

And she was even more stunning in real life.

She lounged there, her eyes set on him as her makeup, her ensemble, the lighting of the many torches set on the wall of this lounge and her sublime flesh made him almost melt on the spot. Completely awestruck by just how much he couldn't take his eyes off of her, he barely noticed the presence of Knuckles the echidna fanning her, granting her reprieve from the heat while wearing only a loincloth, spirals in his eyes and a smile on his face. Here he was, happy to serve and Shadow could somehow understand it as Rouge said nary a word for the moment, content to observe the hedgehog who gazed deeply at her beauty, as if it was a monument of gargantuan proportions.

“So you've arrived, Shadow. I am quite pleased to witness this,” Rouge said, her voice somehow penetrating to the deepest parts of his mind, tickling something inherent to him that exuded joy and satisfaction as he was subjugated by her mere presence alone. She was dressed like a belly dancer, but she absolutely was no slave or servant, quite the opposite in fact. She brought a finger to the Mistress Emerald and rubbed it, freeing Tikal once again who was summoned in a cloud of orange, taking on a dancing position and playfully twirling her hips as she smiled with her own swirling eyes, accompanying Knuckles in this behavior.

“Greetings, ultimate mistress~” Tikal said, her entire being concentrated on the one who owned her, bowing respectfully while Rouge just kept on staring at Shadow, her eyes intense despite her cool and collected current behavior. There was a raw power to her, something that could not be ignored as Shadow felt insignificant before her, even more so than in the prior illusion. “What can this humble servant do for you?”

“You have been accompanied by my genie and, in my generous nature, I shall permit my genie to grant you a single wish,” Rouge explained, her smile somehow teasing as if she knew exactly what would happen next, only granting her even more grandeur despite her position. She was unmistakably gorgeous, a woman worthy of a thousand and one fantasies as Shadow couldn't talk, couldn't utter a single word for fear of interrupting her. “Speak it aloud and tell us of your most secret, most profound desire.”

His first thought was to return to his world, to resume his quest...but for what? More lonely moments occasionaly interrupted by team-ups or small adventures? More aimless wandering, searching for answers that simply couldn't be found? His resolve was tested, faltering as there was only one certainty here and that he was infatuated to an incredible degree to Rouge, to this sumptuous and exotic bat whose wish had made their encounter possible. Right there he recalled the journey and all that he saw, however brief it was as it lasted two days and no more, yet it was like a lifetime due to the revelations found therein. He wanted to be with her, to be worthy of her and entering her palace meant that he could be considered as such...and then he knew what he wanted as his lips moved to pronounce the boon he wanted.

“I wish...I wish to be yours,” Shadow said, the words escaping his mouth and spoken clearly as it felt liberating somehow, as if he finally accepted this side of himself as he looked over Rouge who smirked, seeing this outcome coming from a mile away. If he was the ultimate life form and she was the ultimate mistress, then it was obvious what would happen between the two of them as his need was finally communicated.

“A very good wish,” Tikal praised as she got closer to him, bent over as she gazed deeply into his eyes and unleashed a power far beyond what Shadow could understand as he was thrown a great many rules, fantasies, commands and suggestions all at once. She was hypnotizing him, rewriting the core of his being so that he'd be adjusted to life with the great Rouge, the one whom he now belonged. Being hers did not mean being her equal, as none alive would ever reach that status, but to serve her was a privilege in its own right as Shadow accepted it all, understanding that a genie's wish was absolute and the bliss invading every pore of his skin put him in the throe of ecstasy. “Now submit to her will and mine...and open your mind even further to her power~”

He saw her dancing again, Rouge somehow towering over him like a giantess, looking down with a smile of superiority that befitted her. He was at her mercy, in her complete control and yet everything was alright for to be hers meant to have a purpose. He was to please her, to obey her commands, to pledge himself to her happiness and in turn she would give him pleasure, a sense of belonging and a role that very few would ever obtain. In this he felt blessed as he felt sucked inside the Mistress Emerald somehow, his spirit not being his anymore as he turned into the gem once again, worn like a ghost below and inside the Mistress Emerald and her navel. He was her servant, her slave...and he rejoiced in it.

SNAP!

And then he came back, changed as Rouge removed the Mistress Emerald to reveal her navel, a sight worthy of dreams and lust as she rose from her lounged position, walking toward him. “On your knees,” she commanded and he obeyed immediately, unable to even think of doing so given that he was hers now and forevermore. She stood tall over him, cast in her shadow due to her position and wingspan and even beneath her darkness he was cast in the light of her favor as his eyes were glued to her belly button, feeling an affinity to it that was almost spiritual in nature. “Worship it.”

He didn't have to be told twice as he kissed and licked it, doing so with fervor and a balance between hunger and gentleness, trying not to rough up his beloved mistress as arousal shot through him like an electric current. Being in this position felt right as he pushed himself softly toward her navel as if trying to turn into a gem like in his fantasy, to lodge himself there and hope that his transformation would make her even lovelier still. His pride, his self-conceit were gone in favor of this new status, of this liberation into servitude as he knew where he belonged.

With the ultimate mistress.

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Rouge smirked as she stood over the “ultimate life form”.

On his knees and lost in an illusion, in a fantasy expertly-crafted and told by both herself and her genie, Shadow was unaware of the truth and possibly never would as he found himself worshiping her navel and midriff, having pledged himself as her servant alongside Knuckles. With the power of the Mistress Emerald and Tikal, the two carried out her will and created a landscape, a scenario in which Shadow would be helpless and prone to listen to her suggestions, to be hypnotized thoroughly and totally. To see this once-proud being in such a position was extremely pleasing, though it was not just born out of a smug sense of superiority so much as also a true need to help him out, however twisted her methods were.

Shadow was an outcast by pride rather than by choice, too stubborn to speak of his feelings and to attach himself, opening up being difficult for him. She loved him, though expected him to try and improve before even considering a relationship with the dark and brooding hedgehog. His isolation never subsiding, she had to take matters into her own hands as now she knew how best to approach this: the same way she did with Knuckles. A thief at heart, a seductress of great talent and now wielded of power that could be easily channeled through her newfound passion, hypnosis, she knew that she simply had to make him realize, then amplify his feelings to an absolutely new level, giving way to this as her dominating tendencies were satisfied with the sight before her eyes.

“The induction is complete, my mistress...shall we begin to adapt him further to his new reality?” Tikal asked, moving away from Shadow as her whispers had been the one that built worlds, scenarios and events while Rouge had kept him docile and hypnotized with the Mistress Emerald, dancing and making him forget his actual predicament as he was thrown in an exotic locale. By now he'd be able to be shaped into a new version of himself, fine-tuned to her demands as her expertise, coupled with the Mistress Emerald, made it so she could enslave someone much faster now, to her delight.

“I think I'll take my time with this one...maybe let him live out in this sublime reality of his a little longer. It cannot hurt if he thinks further of me as a queen and goddess...as the ultimate mistress,” Rouge proclaimed, patting Shadow on the head as he would no longer be alone...

And be an absolutely devoted servant to her whim by the time she'd be done with him.

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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

Hypnotic dancer Rouge and her enslaved genie Tikal was too good an idea to not come back to it again.

In the hope of supporting an artist and friend, EmeraldSphynx , I went on to commission her to draw those again, as based on their design by JamoArt and OmegaLuxifer...with a little touch of her own along the way. As someone who did draw Sonic characters before, and who obviously love to draw bedlahs, I thought it was in her chord and boy was I right. The expression and pose of those two tells a story all on its own of power, beauty and mischief, with her Rouge being absolutely splendid and Tikal being powerful and yet blissful. Honestly, I cannot help but recommend you all to consider supporting her as well by checking out her prices and maybe get a piece done for yourselves:

As for the story, well in this one Rouge did get access to two echidnas as slaves, one a genie and the other her guardian as she possesses the "Mistress Emerald" now...and yet there is one more person that she is close to who might just need to receive her blessing and guidance, to finally live in bliss by her side as power rises to her head...and a fantasy is projected.

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And now, read on.

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THE SHADOW OF THE BAT

“What is it that you wish for?”

The voice of a stranger, melodious and pleasant, yet also unwelcome as Shadow woke up suddenly. Startled, the serene wake-up call had the effect of pushing through this particular query deep, though it had ever been lodged there to begin with. A woman echoing his sentiment in the most literal fashion, for he looked around and wasn't in the tunnel he had fallen asleep in, but rather in a vast and arid desert. While his aimless trekking did land him in sordid spot, he had absolutely no recollection of how he got there as the heat of the sun began to dawn on him, as if finally realizing that he was in a dire situation.

“Well, have you given it some thought?” the voice said, though this time closer with a less ethereal quality to it as Shadow turned around to see something peculiar: an echidna with no legs. She was much alike this simpleton, Knuckles, in her hairstyle though she was orange in fur and dressed in a way that felt much too exotic and mystical. Some turban with strings of pearls attached to it sat upon her head, atop a diadem of gold, her top was white and showcasing her breast in a way that felt suggestive, she wore a mixture of a sash and belt around her waist and hips, just above the smoke tail that flickered in the air, never touching the ground and replacing her legs. She was pretty, that much Shadow could admit, though never openly as while he observed her he noticed something rather strange and yet intriguing: her eyes. They were pink and swirled around, accompanying a little knowing smile that fascinated him in a way that made him realize how half-naked she was, conscious about her beauty and the uncanny power that emanated from this being...though she then spoke and the spell was broken, making it so the hedgehog regained some modicum of self-awareness. “About what it is that you desire?”

He didn't like this one bit as his quest for his identity, for his purpose beyond his origin had never been fully accomplished. Random erring and the occasional diversion made a poor substitute for belonging, for actual self-realization though he was too proud to ask for help. “I want you to put me back where you took me and leave me alone,” he responded, characteristic of his dour personality, of his tendency to push away others for various reasons, most of them not quite sound. “Whatever it is that you want, I'll have no part of it.”

“Ah, but that is where you're wrong, for I know what you need and I would be a very poor genie if I didn't obey the command of my mistress,” the echidna said, revealing the reason for her appearance and her aura, Shadow being a little annoyed that he was part of yet again someone's plan, acting on another's will rather than his own. Sonic had mentioned having partaken in an adventure in a book called the Arabian Nights once and perhaps it was Shadow's turn, his life ever a bizarre mimicry of the blue hedgehog no matter how hard he tried to be his own person. “My name is Tikal, and my mistress wishes to see you in her palace where the dune converges...but only when you'll realize your true calling, which I am here to help you achieve.”

“I think I will pass. I do not know your mistress nor do I wish to see her. Tell her she'll have to come to me herself,” Shadow responded, certainly not in the right mood for that nonsense as he began to run towards a direction chosen by impulse, understanding that with his speed he'd eventually reach the end of this desert in record time. What did happen, however, was that he felt like he ran for a very long period of time, only to never reach the horizon as if he was never moving from his spot. Something forbade him from leaving as eventually tiredness pushed him to the brink, making him sit down to take a breather just as Tikal popped up from nowhere, seemingly accompanying him. “Release me from this spell at once...or I'll make you.”

“You must be thirsty and famished. Please do recuperate while I try to better explain,” Tikal said, clapping her hands to summon a veritable feast to the dark hedgehog who had just threatened her, paying it no mind as she bent over with surprising speed, letting him see both her eyes and cleavage up-close, which surprisingly disarmed whatever tension was in the air. “A wish for your well-being brought you here, to gift you with serenity and purpose. My mistress is a benevolent, radiant being who wants you to be happy...and she wants you to realize it yourself before she meets you.”

For a brief instant, he felt indeed a wave of tranquility wash over him, those pink swirling eyes and that rather magnetic cleavage making him feel a touch aroused. As much as he was stoic and self-determined, or at least attempted to be both, he wasn't invulnerable to the charms of others, especially with such vestments and alluring traits...yet he shook it off a little with a vague impression that he would not be getting away from this “side-mission” easily. “This is incredibly ambiguous. What exactly does she even want?” Shadow asked, the identity of this mistress of hers certainly making him curious, though for now it wasn't the most pressing question if he was to get away from whatever this was.

“You occupy yourself in order not to think, any moment of solitude being anguish as you want to belong, yet do not know how. You are the ultimate lifeform...yet also alone and without the proper goal in mind to achieve it,” Tikal explained, cutting rather deep as if she knew him rather well, taking aback Shadow as he did not want to admit that there was a certain truth to those words, his pride again getting in the way as he looked away, feigning disinterest. “My mistress knows you very well and shall change this, though you must want it. Upon entering her palace, I will grant you a wish as per her request and, if it is that you want to leave this place, then it shall be done.”

This was indeed more tantalizing, to say the least, as a wish from a magic genie was something a little more tempting than “purpose” as far as Shadow was concerned. “You should have started with that,” he stated openly, finally drinking and eating as if to say he'd participate, though it was hunger and thirst which indeed motivated him. Everything was excellent, filling him again with vigor and strength as the genie observed him while he did the same with her, somehow finding her a touch more attractive than initially as if he noticed it for the first time. He made no mention of it, though his attempt at subtlety was certainly not his best as she smiled at him as if aware.

“My mistress is far more beautiful and incredible that I am, if you must know,” the genie spoke with reverence, her words associating almost a divine nature to this being as the genie floated around and then went behind Shadow, placing her hands upon his shoulder as she then began to whisper in his ear. “Allow me to demonstrate what I mean~”

Her tone changed to a more pleasant one, bordering on the sensual as before Shadow could protest or react in any capacity Tikal used her magic to conjure an illusion using the air, sand and light in their to compact it all into a projection before his eyes. What he saw silenced him not just because of actual beauty, but familiarity as well as Tikal's mistress was well-known to him: it was Rouge. The bat whom he had teamed up with in the past, who he had to admit possessed some inherent sex appeal, was like a phantom within his gaze, only this time her appeal was much more apparent given that she was dressed accordingly to the theme: like a regal belly dancer. A black top which highlighted her breasts, pantaloons of black with white flowers, gold upon her person and a small bindi jewel on her forehead...but what topped it all off was her expression of pure charisma and confidence. Her lightly tan skin married itself extremely well with those vestments, her curves all there to delight in as Shadow had to acquiesce that dressed like this she looked magnificent.

And then she began to dance.

The image of her projected through magic was looking straight at him, diminutive in size though not in presence as the sheer allure of the bat dancer seemed to fill in every possible corners of his vision. As she swayed her hips with the most smug though sensual smirk she could muster, Shadow witnessed a detail he hadn't noticed prior: an emerald lodged directly in her navel. Its facets glistened even within the spell of the genie, capturing his gaze as she lifted her hands, twirled them in the air and stretched out her midriff in order to then undulate her stomach before his eyes.

“She is sublime, wouldn't you agree? She wants to meet with you, to finally gift you what you are lacking.”

Tikal whispered in his ear, an intimate moment that was yet easily ignored in favor of the dancing bat as Shadow stopped eating and drinking, his jaw a little slack as the genie's mistress gave him a show that he couldn't take his eyes off of. He knew not whether this was his Rouge or another version, but he knew by now that he did want to see her up-close now, a sentiment burgeoning within his psyche as per admittance to an attraction, an idea slipping by very easily in his thoughts. She twirled her hips, spun them in circle and then turned around, letting him see her back while she glanced backward, the same sultry and knowing smile on her face as if she knew he was transfixed, captivated by her nimble and superb performance. For a brief moment he felt his senses get back to him, though she turned around once more and the emerald's glow mesmerized him once again, making him hyper-focus on her hips and belly.

“My mistress is powerful in her understanding and generosity...and she can grant you what you most desire. You only need to prove yourself worthy to meet her.”

The desire to have an encounter with this Rouge was imprinted within Shadow now, this illusion of Rouge taking one step closer to him, then another as she seemed to tower over him now, claiming his perceptions as he zoomed in unnaturally on her curves, on her abdomen and chest. Still he saw her smile, felt her presence despite her not being there as she fluttered her stomach, almost pushing it toward him before pulling him toward her as Shadow hadn't noticed how limp, how relaxed he was. Unaware that he vaulted forward, the moment his lips were close to her belly was when the illusion was dissipated as Tikal returned to her previous position, her magic dispelled for the moment.

“As you can see, it would be quite worth it to get to meet her in person...should you prove yourself,” Tikal stated, her voice a little more convincing now as Shadow's mind had been opened to the possibility of things going well...among other things. As much as this was at first against his will, now he did feel a certain impulse to continue on this journey, to indulge the genie and her mistress for reasons both evident and some not admitted to himself yet. “But she believes in you and you have me to guide you, so all shall be well. Shall we proceed then?”

Shadow returned slowly to his senses, a faint after-image of the dancing Rouge and the emerald in her navel still haunting him briefly as Tikal made the meal and drinks she conjured disappear, satisfied that the one she'd escort had his fill. Himself still a touch uncertain about all of this, he did know that he wasn't exactly doing much currently and that this was as good a mission as any, barely fooling himself as to why he was beginning to turn around on this particular situation. He did feel attracted to Rouge, that much he knew though she was a tough one to follow, with her being obsessed with gems and that echidna, Knuckles. He had simply let her be, his own needs somehow more important, though now he wasn't so sure as he felt a little awestruck by how much he had been smitten immediately by the bedlah-wearing bat. She had been so striking that it made him question things as he tried to get his head back in the game, rising up from his seated position as his senses came back to him unbeknownst to him.

“What do I need to do, then?” he asked, a little less irritable than prior due to the meal and show he had been graciously offered, the latter still somehow on the edge of his mind as he couldn't set aside the sight of Rouge dancing so well and enticingly. “Are there any ordeals, enemies...riddles maybe?”

“You simply need to walk with me and to keep your ears, eyes and mind open,” Tikal answered, clasping her hands together and then bowing as once again Shadow went on to actually enjoy her beauty, as if more open to the idea that he could indeed feel attraction now. “It shall be my privilege to see you to your destination.”

As such they walked, with Tikal speaking of her mistress along the way, of legends about this incredible being that freed her from the artifact she now wore: the Mistress Emerald. It was powerful and belonged to her, making her feel like a heroine and a queen, living within a palace filled with treasures and wonders, where only those worthy of her presence could delve in. It was apparently his destiny to set foot inside, with Shadow only half-listening as he wandered, his own thoughts prone to distraction as he couldn't forget Rouge and on random occasions he checked Tikal out as well, finding himself somehow a little less prude, sometimes to his embarrassment as he realized it. Eventually, fatigue hit him up as Shadow sat down while the sun was settling, causing for Tikal to once again use her magic to conjure a camp and everything that would be needed for comfort.

“You are doing well, better than you might think. However, I suggest you rest as the night is cold when alone and unaided,” Tikal said as a small fire was brought up in a matter of seconds alongside another copious and luxurious meal, making it so Shadow was in awe in front of such comfort. The number of times he had slept in much worse conditions, in solitude was reminded to him with such a sight, the company of the sumptuous genie and the food being welcome, though quite different than what he expected. As much as he was determined and self-sufficient, at least in his own perception of himself, he saw the merits of this and wondered if he had been wrong as he sat down to eat, only for Tikal to then clap her hands twice to summon music out of thin air. “Allow me to warm your night in a way that the fire simply cannot~”

She began to dance, her lack of legs certainly no hinder to her flexibility or her potential for fluid and sensual motions as she began with a few figure eights, as if trying to brush her wide hips against his sight. It was something to behold, the smoke tail twirling and sending fumes spiraling beneath as her shoulders rotated, her arms beckoned for him to watch as she bent her lower back while slowly fluttering her stomach, going on to rock it as if waves hitting a sea of orange fur and flesh. Shadow was transfixed upon it, finding similarities to Rouge's own dance from before, yet as Tikal went on to adjust her position, she gazed into his eyes and her pink, swirling eyes seemed to radiate once again, fascinating him even more than before.

“Belonging to her has been the greatest event in my entire life, to be hers, to serve her needs~”

She spoke and yet her words did not match her lips, the words projected toward Shadow's psyche as he unwittingly stopped sensing and seeing anything else than the genie for a brief moment. No fire crackling, only the faint echo of the music, even the smell of the food seemed small and insignificant in front of the mystical being in front of him...and then there was a juxtaposition of visions as while Tikal danced, Rouge did the same over her, appearing like a ghost and yet superseding over the magical entity.

“To accomplish her will is bliss, to make her happy is a goal onto itself...To me she is the ultimate mistress~”

He felt her need, her sincerity as this was adoration, worship and seeing both Rouge and Tikal dancing at once, a psychedelic though not unwelcome sight, made Shadow forget himself yet again. Body limp, mouth slack, a tiny bit of drool on his lips and newly-appearing spirals in his eyes as the idea of the Mistress Emerald within Rouge's navel only served to ignite a need within him. It was arousal, complete captivation to a beauty that he had no words for. There was a tint of understanding, even some jealousy the way Tikal spoke of being with this Rouge as the figure-eights had the time to change to hip twists, them moving back and forth while they shifted their weights before a few hip drops were shown, strikes upon the anvil of his mind, shaping it up toward a truth that dawned upon him: he was immensely attracted to them both.

“To belong somewhere, with someone, is a boon...to have purpose is to find contentment and happiness...especially when it is with someone who counts.”

Those words resonated within him, a truth that he himself knew yet hadn't fully understood as his mind was foggy, completely distracted from any other thoughts as the sensuality, the sheer gorgeousness presented to him was mesmerizing beyond belief. The swirls in Tikal's gaze, combined with the Mistress Emerald, made him forget himself and enter a trance of tranquility, of introspection that was actually pleasant rather than damning. Tikal's own voice echoed within literally and figuratively, making him realize a great many things as she got closer to him now, making it so the vision of Rouge did the same.

“You must now slumber, feeling very sleepy and needing to rest. Your eyelids are heavy, your fatigue wearing you down...but you are safe and protected, about to dream of something wonderful~”

He yawned as he did feel exhausted now, her suggestions hitting him up like a ton of brick as he regained some of his senses, only for them to correlate with what she spoke of. A small blanket and a pillow was summoned below him as still she danced, lulling him to sleep as he barely struggled to keep himself awake, only for his eyes to shut down as per her request, finding it easy to just do as she said now.

“Dreams of the ultimate mistress~”

He was deeply asleep now, slumber overtaking him as there was darkness at first, only for his mind to follow the suggestions of the genie guarding and watching over him as it created a vision of Rouge near-immediately. Within a palace of gold and jewels, she lounged on her side, her arm on a pillow and her body on a small though comfortable little rug as she silently watched over him. Her expression was one of confidence, of certainty and he couldn't help but feel somehow small before that, shaken by this as his own sense of self was diminishing. It had never happened to him before, to feel small and insignificant and yet it didn't feel alien to him now, the legend of Rouge being built up within his psyche as her lovely appearance made him forget himself temporarily as he eyed her with no small amount of lust. Her hips were wide, her hourglass figure was on display, her breasts were firm and yet smooth-looking, though it was her face and her stomach which fascinated him even more.

“Watch me. Listen to my voice.”

It was Rouge speaking, yet her lips weren't moving. She sounded powerful, charismatic, downright hypnotic even as Shadow couldn't help but want to do as she said, himself barely present due to this being a dream. As she sent her intents toward him, the Mistress Emerald glimmered and caught his gaze as she rolled her belly despite her position, completely seducing and enthralling him with its sublime motions. He was completely in love, smitten in a way that paralyzed him, that made everything but her irrelevant as he had never felt this way before...and he couldn't say that he was hating it, far from it.

“Worship me. Obey my commands.”

She spoke like a queen, like a goddess and Shadow barely recognized the bat, the secret agent with which he had been going on wild adventures with on occasion. This was something else altogether as he felt faint though filled with the desire to stay, to hear what she had to say...and to stare at her as much as he could. Vision of her dance once again filled his mind, making him drool and want more as she moved one of her hand to her midriff, only to then remove the Mistress Emerald, revealing her belly button in all its splendor.

“Be mine.”

Something peculiar yet inevitable occurred as Shadow felt himself shift, reality following the silent edicts of this queenly Rouge as he turned into a ball and rolled as if trying to spin dash, only to get smaller and smaller, more compact. Red and black, ruby and onyx, his flesh transmuting into these elements as he was then tailored in multiple facets, turning into a gem due to some unseen and mysterious magic, yet it was not frightful in any way. It felt pre-destined, to be expected even as he became small and spherical, only for him to float toward her as she picked him up, smirked and then placed him directly inside her navel.

“You love me.”

It was sordid, completely bizarre and yet it was pure ecstasy as Shadow felt the light pressure of her belly as she still rolled it, rocking him into sensual complacency, into belonging in this particular spot. The warmth and softness of her flesh, the depth of her belly button, being part of her dance were all things that invaded his thoughts, that made him feel a bliss that he could barely contain, that he did not understand yet basked in all the same. He was glued to her midriff, accompanying her black bedlah as if it was meant to be, a thought that he felt increasingly happy about.

“You adore me.”

When she spoke, it was with authority, with absolute certitude and he couldn't deny her this, as Rouge had ever been confident...yet this was on another level. He was the ultimate life form, someone of power and mean, his own hedgehog and yet she had transformed him into a belly gem and he loved every single second of it as she fluttered and rolled her midriff, occasionaly brushing a fingers atop his surface as he was caught in the stupor of pure worship, as if he wouldn't mind to stay like this forever. He was distracted from himself, from his worries and doubts, from existential turmoil by focusing solely on her and his extremely simple role.

“You shall soon be ready to see me in the flesh. Look forward to it~”

And then he woke up, breakfast already there waiting for him as Tikal smiled upon seeing return from slumber. “Good morning. Did you have nice dreams?” she asked, looking as radiant as ever under the sun rising, the genie certainly only gaining in prestige the more he looked at her. A little taken aback about this fantasy he lived and his reaction to it, notably how aroused he was and how it kept on haunting him, Shadow merely nodded and ate in silence, partly ashamed about how devious his thoughts turned out to be. He never showed any interest over people like this, no such infatuation toward a woman and yet Rouge was...perfect. “It seems like you are coming around and your quest is progressing nicely. Look~”

As they both stared at the horizon, there was indeed a sight awaiting them both as a tall, marvelous palace could be seen glistening from an unknown distance. Even from afar the golden walls, bejeweled in excess, could be observed as this was opulence beyond belief, something that indeed would fit with Rouge alright as Shadow did feel good about this development. It was a surprise to him how invested he was, but he didn't feel like lying to himself anymore as he did want to see Rouge in the flesh, having indeed fallen for this version. There was something magnetic, completely overwhelming about her and he had to find out for herself why she wanted him so badly in the first place.

“Judging by the distance, we should arrive there by nightfall. I am very happy that you are close to reaching your goal,” Tikal said encouragingly, going on to remove all elements from their camp in favor of trekking along the dunes. Shadow himself felt safe and content when near her, her presence certainly a boon, a comfort as her lovely appearance, her optimism and her devotion were certainly uplifting. She communicated her worship and adoration for Rouge very well, making it so he was very much looking forward to seeing her. “You shall meet mistress very soon.”

Unbeknownst to him, mentioning Rouge by that title did not actually feel weird, his thought gravitating to this nomenclature rather easily. She did seem to have a regal and charismatic presence, a very seductive appearance and a je-ne-sais-quoi which imposed respect and reverence, the fact that she owned an all-powerful genie only serving to highlight those qualities. It was her wish that put him on this path and she was the one in power here, albeit so far he did not have anything against that as opposed to yesterday, his thoughts gradually altered albeit he barely noticed. Tikal kept on talking about Rouge, about how she dances for those who serve her, how the Mistress Emerald only put on display her best qualities, how so many would pledge themselves to her, yet very few would ever gain that honor. Shadow could believe it, a certain desire rising up within as he was assailed by the visions of those dances, both from Tikal and Rouge, as well as that weird yet sublime dream of being turned into a belly gem and worn.

The more he listened to Tikal, looking into her eyes and further being comfortable with his own arousal and admiration of the genie's beauty, the more he welcomed those thoughts as he felt like the weight of the world was removed from his shoulders. Even though the sun was warm, that this had been an unwelcome surprise at first, the closer he got to the palace, the more he felt excited about his encounter with Rouge. It seemed to grow in size, to feel even more imposing and magnificent as he approached, befitting someone like Rouge as she ever had an high opinion of herself, though now it felt appropriate and justified. He was feeling light, giddy and as the sun settled down, so did they reach her home as told by Tikal as the genie then approached the large door, one decorated with heart gems and spiral symbols crafted in gold.

“You are near the end of your journey, close to getting your wish,” she said as she clapped her hands twice and then proceeded to have the door open itself up, welcoming Shadow inside. Standing beside the entrance, she then bowed and smiled, letting have another sight of her wonderful eyes and sumptuous body. “I shall await you inside beside the mistress, preparing myself to grant you your innermost desire~”

Thus Shadow was left alone, venturing inside the palace as it was every bit as exuberant and grandiose as expected, with busts, statues, paintings and other wonderful decorations all tailored and created to highlight Rouge in various forms. Gold and gems, polished marble, all there to put on display her curves and beauty as her confident gaze, her amazing curves and her sheer aura seemed to have been wonderfully captured in these depictions. Most of them had an emerald lodged in her navel, capturing his gaze on occasion as he fixated upon them before snapping out of it after some time, trying to focus on his goal as he felt as if he was lost in a maze of Rouge...a strangely soothing predicament. Some of the statues didn't have the emerald in them, though, showing her navel in full as dancing poses were captured, making him see them as if animated to replicate those performances as he projected himself being worn as a belly gem to enhance said motions...but again he snapped out of it to proceed further, the fantasies getting to him as he was so close to getting what he wanted.

Eventually, he reached a stairway leading up, one fitted with a red carpet that greeted his sight, leading to a luxurious door with a bat emblem upon it carved in emerald, a sure sign that this was it. Each step upward and forward made his heart race, visions of Rouge and occasionally Tikal assailing him as swirls, emeralds and dancing mesmerized him further, occupying his psyche in an increasingly erotic and mind-numbing fashion. Getting to the door, he advanced his hand only for it to open by itself, leading to a grand room in which Rouge was waiting for him, lounged much like in his dream...

And she was even more stunning in real life.

She lounged there, her eyes set on him as her makeup, her ensemble, the lighting of the many torches set on the wall of this lounge and her sublime flesh made him almost melt on the spot. Completely awestruck by just how much he couldn't take his eyes off of her, he barely noticed the presence of Knuckles the echidna fanning her, granting her reprieve from the heat while wearing only a loincloth, spirals in his eyes and a smile on his face. Here he was, happy to serve and Shadow could somehow understand it as Rouge said nary a word for the moment, content to observe the hedgehog who gazed deeply at her beauty, as if it was a monument of gargantuan proportions.

“So you've arrived, Shadow. I am quite pleased to witness this,” Rouge said, her voice somehow penetrating to the deepest parts of his mind, tickling something inherent to him that exuded joy and satisfaction as he was subjugated by her mere presence alone. She was dressed like a belly dancer, but she absolutely was no slave or servant, quite the opposite in fact. She brought a finger to the Mistress Emerald and rubbed it, freeing Tikal once again who was summoned in a cloud of orange, taking on a dancing position and playfully twirling her hips as she smiled with her own swirling eyes, accompanying Knuckles in this behavior.

“Greetings, ultimate mistress~” Tikal said, her entire being concentrated on the one who owned her, bowing respectfully while Rouge just kept on staring at Shadow, her eyes intense despite her cool and collected current behavior. There was a raw power to her, something that could not be ignored as Shadow felt insignificant before her, even more so than in the prior illusion. “What can this humble servant do for you?”

“You have been accompanied by my genie and, in my generous nature, I shall permit my genie to grant you a single wish,” Rouge explained, her smile somehow teasing as if she knew exactly what would happen next, only granting her even more grandeur despite her position. She was unmistakably gorgeous, a woman worthy of a thousand and one fantasies as Shadow couldn't talk, couldn't utter a single word for fear of interrupting her. “Speak it aloud and tell us of your most secret, most profound desire.”

His first thought was to return to his world, to resume his quest...but for what? More lonely moments occasionaly interrupted by team-ups or small adventures? More aimless wandering, searching for answers that simply couldn't be found? His resolve was tested, faltering as there was only one certainty here and that he was infatuated to an incredible degree to Rouge, to this sumptuous and exotic bat whose wish had made their encounter possible. Right there he recalled the journey and all that he saw, however brief it was as it lasted two days and no more, yet it was like a lifetime due to the revelations found therein. He wanted to be with her, to be worthy of her and entering her palace meant that he could be considered as such...and then he knew what he wanted as his lips moved to pronounce the boon he wanted.

“I wish...I wish to be yours,” Shadow said, the words escaping his mouth and spoken clearly as it felt liberating somehow, as if he finally accepted this side of himself as he looked over Rouge who smirked, seeing this outcome coming from a mile away. If he was the ultimate life form and she was the ultimate mistress, then it was obvious what would happen between the two of them as his need was finally communicated.

“A very good wish,” Tikal praised as she got closer to him, bent over as she gazed deeply into his eyes and unleashed a power far beyond what Shadow could understand as he was thrown a great many rules, fantasies, commands and suggestions all at once. She was hypnotizing him, rewriting the core of his being so that he'd be adjusted to life with the great Rouge, the one whom he now belonged. Being hers did not mean being her equal, as none alive would ever reach that status, but to serve her was a privilege in its own right as Shadow accepted it all, understanding that a genie's wish was absolute and the bliss invading every pore of his skin put him in the throe of ecstasy. “Now submit to her will and mine...and open your mind even further to her power~”

He saw her dancing again, Rouge somehow towering over him like a giantess, looking down with a smile of superiority that befitted her. He was at her mercy, in her complete control and yet everything was alright for to be hers meant to have a purpose. He was to please her, to obey her commands, to pledge himself to her happiness and in turn she would give him pleasure, a sense of belonging and a role that very few would ever obtain. In this he felt blessed as he felt sucked inside the Mistress Emerald somehow, his spirit not being his anymore as he turned into the gem once again, worn like a ghost below and inside the Mistress Emerald and her navel. He was her servant, her slave...and he rejoiced in it.

SNAP!

And then he came back, changed as Rouge removed the Mistress Emerald to reveal her navel, a sight worthy of dreams and lust as she rose from her lounged position, walking toward him. “On your knees,” she commanded and he obeyed immediately, unable to even think of doing so given that he was hers now and forevermore. She stood tall over him, cast in her shadow due to her position and wingspan and even beneath her darkness he was cast in the light of her favor as his eyes were glued to her belly button, feeling an affinity to it that was almost spiritual in nature. “Worship it.”

He didn't have to be told twice as he kissed and licked it, doing so with fervor and a balance between hunger and gentleness, trying not to rough up his beloved mistress as arousal shot through him like an electric current. Being in this position felt right as he pushed himself softly toward her navel as if trying to turn into a gem like in his fantasy, to lodge himself there and hope that his transformation would make her even lovelier still. His pride, his self-conceit were gone in favor of this new status, of this liberation into servitude as he knew where he belonged.

With the ultimate mistress.

* * *

Rouge smirked as she stood over the “ultimate life form”.

On his knees and lost in an illusion, in a fantasy expertly-crafted and told by both herself and her genie, Shadow was unaware of the truth and possibly never would as he found himself worshiping her navel and midriff, having pledged himself as her servant alongside Knuckles. With the power of the Mistress Emerald and Tikal, the two carried out her will and created a landscape, a scenario in which Shadow would be helpless and prone to listen to her suggestions, to be hypnotized thoroughly and totally. To see this once-proud being in such a position was extremely pleasing, though it was not just born out of a smug sense of superiority so much as also a true need to help him out, however twisted her methods were.

Shadow was an outcast by pride rather than by choice, too stubborn to speak of his feelings and to attach himself, opening up being difficult for him. She loved him, though expected him to try and improve before even considering a relationship with the dark and brooding hedgehog. His isolation never subsiding, she had to take matters into her own hands as now she knew how best to approach this: the same way she did with Knuckles. A thief at heart, a seductress of great talent and now wielded of power that could be easily channeled through her newfound passion, hypnosis, she knew that she simply had to make him realize, then amplify his feelings to an absolutely new level, giving way to this as her dominating tendencies were satisfied with the sight before her eyes.

“The induction is complete, my mistress...shall we begin to adapt him further to his new reality?” Tikal asked, moving away from Shadow as her whispers had been the one that built worlds, scenarios and events while Rouge had kept him docile and hypnotized with the Mistress Emerald, dancing and making him forget his actual predicament as he was thrown in an exotic locale. By now he'd be able to be shaped into a new version of himself, fine-tuned to her demands as her expertise, coupled with the Mistress Emerald, made it so she could enslave someone much faster now, to her delight.

“I think I'll take my time with this one...maybe let him live out in this sublime reality of his a little longer. It cannot hurt if he thinks further of me as a queen and goddess...as the ultimate mistress,” Rouge proclaimed, patting Shadow on the head as he would no longer be alone...

And be an absolutely devoted servant to her whim by the time she'd be done with him.