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Krystal, one of the original "I'm not a furry, but...". Wrote her before, will possibly do so more in the future as well.

After seeing the rather sweet design by Thumbeh , I had an idea for a tale involving her and I just had to indulge. Gotta love that blue vixen even though she hasn't been in that many games, nor has she been that often playable as a main character. Still a cool and sexy design.

For this one, went to my friend MohMohpd who got a small sale ongoing. They ever improve and it'd be awesome if you could check out their current deal right here

Mature Content

And if you like my own work and wanna support me, you can check out my Patreon right here www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now how come she's like this? Read on and find out!

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KRYSTAL'S CAPTIVATION

That shopkeeper was evil incarnate.

While General Scales was certainly the greater threat to Sauria and its inhabitants, Krystal herself could not let it slide that this scumbag would go on to not only steal objects from others, but also try to profit off the misery of others. When others needed help, this floating dinosaur went on to try and do commerce on an unfair and definitely malevolent basis as so long as his pockets were filled with golden scarabs...it mattered not who suffered. She did try to make him see reason, to at least make some donations to refugees and to assist those who resisted against General Scales, but that only made it so she was thrown out unceremoniously. Thus would he not give the help needed to those whose anguish he profited from and that made it so Krystal was resolute as to what to do.

She'd simply take everything back by stealing it.

Having infiltrated fortresses, stronghold and camps here and there, most certainly would a small shop in ThornTail Hollow prove to be no challenge. She knew how to be sneaky, how to hide and when to kick tails here and there. While she stuck out like a sore thumb as one of the very few numbers of mammals on the surface of Sauria, especially with her blue and white fur, she had enough experience in being silent and unseen to move past the entrance and to remain undetected. Thus did she move behind small stalls, past curtains and picked up things that were indeed taken by wrong and greedy means. Prince Tricky's ball and an artifact belong to the SnowHorn tribe were among them as she thought of going through the entire location behind his back, making it so justice would be served. She had genuinely tried to reason with him, to appeal to a higher sense of morality, yet this stubborn and self-centered floating anomaly deserved no better.

As she went on to try to do all of this rapidly, she then went on to notice one object in particular kept in a separate chamber, on a pedestal no-less. Something prized, perhaps valuable, which gave Krystal pause as perhaps getting that stolen would really serve as a lesson. While she did not relish vengeance and could indeed stop right here before risking getting caught, her curiosity took over as she moved closer to this gilded-looking artifact. It shone in a slightly eerie fashion, ethereal in its glow, an unnatural effect upon reality that should not be witnessed. All of it certainly did capture her attention and gaze as she approached and then got to see what the item in question was: an oil lamp. Not made of clay or brass, but gold and some other material that even she could not identify. There was a sheen on the surface of the slightly spherical yet elongated shape of the artifact as the vixen glued her own gaze upon it, staring into it at length.

Whether time was stretching itself out or her perceptions were altered, Krystal could not quite know as the further she locked her gaze and admired the lamp, the more she saw an infinity of intricate and alluring details. How the handle was meshed into the base perfectly, how the spout had a slight curve to it as the tip had its lower side a touch longer than the upper one, how the lid was but an optical illusion, as if it was never meant to be actually opened in a traditional way. All the while did the subtle glow, waves of polished shine and glimmer entrap her own focus as she hadn't even yet realized that her own face was inches away from the lamp, nor that she had been out of hiding for a good moment. She was transfixed upon this simple yet masterfully-crafted object as it captured her concentration due to some mysterious and innate enchantment. So much so, in fact, that she didn't even notice that the spout went on to release some thin stream of smoke in the air now.

While her eyes realized not such an important detail, her nostrils did as the scent of oil but also fruits went on to titillate her nose and lungs. A soothing fragrance, one dulling the senses as she breathed in deep as if it were an intoxicating and addictive narcotic. Akin to serpents slithering and swaying in the air, pulling her towards as her own snout was but inches away from the tip of the lamp's spout. A direct link from her throat and nostrils established as she took deep and slow breaths to partake in this. It just seemed normal to do this, to just indulge as nothing else mattered but this instance. A most relaxing experience unlike anything she ever enjoyed as she began to sway in place as the smoke went on to expand, growing not just thicker but to extend tendrils as if to embrace this new catch.

The lamp was the sole thing that she cared to see right now, distracting her thoughts and redirecting them in a loop of bliss and mindless euphoria as the vixen began to not only smile more and more, but to also grow dull spirals in her eyes as her own brain went on to get affected by the magic artifact. Like the gentlest of embrace, the kindest and most ephemeral of contact did the smoke carress her fur and flesh, her own tribal ensemble not covering much of it anyway. An analysis of her form, of her intricacies and complexities as an idea and an observation was made about this mammal who interacted with the relic itself. As the smoke grew thicker, more opaque, its scent and effects went on to multiply as by now Krystal was lost in a daze of ecstasy which made her grin in a silly-looking fashion.

No more thoughts could be conjured in this captivated mind of hers, entranced by what she saw and smelled as the lamp began to softly pulsate and change. The spiral inscription on her thigh went on to appear upon the object, taking on a few elements from the vixen as soon patches of blue and white, of diamond and sapphires, went on to alter its appearance as it attuned to the one whose proximity was ensnared and kept through enchantments. Krystal was but lured and made docile, happy and obedient through mystical means she had no way of knowing or even be aware of at this point. She only felt warm within and without, weightless and taken care of as her worries, even the urgency of her situation faded away with each breath she took.

The tendrils, meanwhile, saw how those curves, that flat stomach and that chest were unlike most of everything that could be seen on the surface of Sauria...and as it enacted the will of the inscrutable entity that was the lamp, it understood that it was pleased and thus did the change begin to enact themselves. Caresses and massages of smoke and the faintest warm touch went on to turn her into a melting mess of sensual pleasure as she shivered in delight, still partaking in that scent and the growing vapors, mist and smoke that wrapped around her incessantly. Her clothes, her hourglass figure, even her hair were being manipulated as she went on to softly moan beneath her breath, tail wagging as if she were turned into a pet rather than the strong and rebellious fighter that she was.

The first thing that did change were her choice of clothes, as while tonally right, it wasn't quite what the lamp wanted as that loincloth and those pelvic curtains were promising...yet could be done much better. Temporarily gone but for the slightest instant, they were transmuted from the idea of fabric to actual silk as pantaloons went on to adorn her waist now, hanging low on her hips while covering her legs with translucent fabric. Slightly puffy, showing the frame of her legs rather than the infinitesimal details of her fur and muscles, they were accompanied by curved slippers to cover clawed toes and dainty feet as her spiral rune on her thigh was still visible...but such details were highlighted as opposed to the general gist of her legs and anything below her waist.

Her top went on to get smoothed over, the tribal painting upon them beginning to fade away in favor of a golden hue not dissimilar to that of the lamp prior to attunement to the vixen. Pristine, looking metallic and yet made of satin, there were of a slightly lower cut as her cleavage went on to get showcased furthermore. Then, her cuffs and jewelry went on to get polished, smoke seeping through them in order to remove the bronze and slightly ancient appearance, instead going for the same polished golden exterior that her top put on display. With detached sleeves growing from said cuffs, moving upward toward her triceps as by now her attire had changed to something more suited to the lamp.

Yet it was still not done as those short and slightly messy hair were streamlined, made longer and yet slicked backward. Her vulpine ears, her brow and the slight necklace tiara that she wore were all exposed as that long mane went on to get smoother, silkier and then turned into a ponytail that would reach to her upper back. Treated warmly, massaged both spiritually and physically, rendered harmless mentally and with smoke covering her outside and inside, it was time for the next and final phase as the lamp began to glow furthermore and entrapped Krystal within a most deep and intricate trance. A link established, a relationship created, that of the vessel and what shall be kept within. She would be the latter as eventually did her own body grow akin to semi-liquid, pulled towards the lamp itself by unknown and unseen magic. With no thought of resistance being produced, Krystal could only joyfully agree and cooperate, though the latter was unnecessary as the vessel would do all the work.

Floating effortlessly, Krystal was then waving and swaying upon her form, feeling herself stretch as she twirled slightly onto herself and then dove headfirst into the spout itself. Normally, even her finger would have difficulty being inserted, yet the power of this relic and the connection between Krystal and it ensured that it would come to happen no matter what. Her snout and jaw were the first to turn into a thin and tube-like shape, gulped down as if being drunk by the lamp itself as her feet dangled into the air not out of resistance, not born from struggle but delight instead. As the rest of her face went in down to her neck, the rest of her body was starting to compress softly, as if she was made both out of smoke and jelly rather than fur, flesh and bones. It was an unseemly sight, yet there were none to behold it nonetheless as the phenomenon continued.

Her shoulders went on to get there as her bust followed, yet was blocked due to them being already soft to begin with, the lamp thinking it would not be required to manipulate their density and elasticity...yet it was an error as they stopped right there before the spout, shaking and jiggling while the rest of her body was waiting its turn. Her arms pinned to the side, swirls of smoke proceeded to tenderize and soften that bosom until it could slip in as her entire abdomen slipped in without incident...until the same went on to happen with her hips. A mistake caused by the excitement of the unknown and unfathomable will of the magic lamp, her buttock and waistline were next to be blocked as she tried to sway and shimmy in order to penetrate within her vessel, yet ultimately more magic was required as Krystal was further slipped within this receptacle.

Thankfully did her legs and feet along with her tail prove to be much easier as eventually did the ambient smoke get sucked back in, leaving the room pristine of any outside influence as if Krystal had never been there to begin with. While now with sapphires and diamonds upon its gilded surface alongside the spiral runes on its bases and would-be-lid, the vixen had been transformed and brainwashed, contained within this most mystical of item that was the magic lamp. Hypnotized, rendered docile and downright a different individual due to rules changing her prospect, perceptions and even cognition, she was no longer Krystal the rebel but rather a djinn, a spirit of miracles and obedience whom obey the commands of the one who'd release her. The moment the shopkeep would realize what happened her fate would be sealed as she had sought to teach him a lesson, stealing his wares and letting justice be done, but soon she would see and call him by a very different name.

Master.

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

Krystal, one of the original "I'm not a furry, but...". Wrote her before, will possibly do so more in the future as well.

After seeing the rather sweet design by Thumbeh , I had an idea for a tale involving her and I just had to indulge. Gotta love that blue vixen even though she hasn't been in that many games, nor has she been that often playable as a main character. Still a cool and sexy design.

For this one, went to my friend MohMohpd who got a small sale ongoing. They ever improve and it'd be awesome if you could check out their current deal right here

Mature Content

And if you like my own work and wanna support me, you can check out my Patreon right here www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now how come she's like this? Read on and find out!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * *

KRYSTAL'S CAPTIVATION

That shopkeeper was evil incarnate.

While General Scales was certainly the greater threat to Sauria and its inhabitants, Krystal herself could not let it slide that this scumbag would go on to not only steal objects from others, but also try to profit off the misery of others. When others needed help, this floating dinosaur went on to try and do commerce on an unfair and definitely malevolent basis as so long as his pockets were filled with golden scarabs...it mattered not who suffered. She did try to make him see reason, to at least make some donations to refugees and to assist those who resisted against General Scales, but that only made it so she was thrown out unceremoniously. Thus would he not give the help needed to those whose anguish he profited from and that made it so Krystal was resolute as to what to do.

She'd simply take everything back by stealing it.

Having infiltrated fortresses, stronghold and camps here and there, most certainly would a small shop in ThornTail Hollow prove to be no challenge. She knew how to be sneaky, how to hide and when to kick tails here and there. While she stuck out like a sore thumb as one of the very few numbers of mammals on the surface of Sauria, especially with her blue and white fur, she had enough experience in being silent and unseen to move past the entrance and to remain undetected. Thus did she move behind small stalls, past curtains and picked up things that were indeed taken by wrong and greedy means. Prince Tricky's ball and an artifact belong to the SnowHorn tribe were among them as she thought of going through the entire location behind his back, making it so justice would be served. She had genuinely tried to reason with him, to appeal to a higher sense of morality, yet this stubborn and self-centered floating anomaly deserved no better.

As she went on to try to do all of this rapidly, she then went on to notice one object in particular kept in a separate chamber, on a pedestal no-less. Something prized, perhaps valuable, which gave Krystal pause as perhaps getting that stolen would really serve as a lesson. While she did not relish vengeance and could indeed stop right here before risking getting caught, her curiosity took over as she moved closer to this gilded-looking artifact. It shone in a slightly eerie fashion, ethereal in its glow, an unnatural effect upon reality that should not be witnessed. All of it certainly did capture her attention and gaze as she approached and then got to see what the item in question was: an oil lamp. Not made of clay or brass, but gold and some other material that even she could not identify. There was a sheen on the surface of the slightly spherical yet elongated shape of the artifact as the vixen glued her own gaze upon it, staring into it at length.

Whether time was stretching itself out or her perceptions were altered, Krystal could not quite know as the further she locked her gaze and admired the lamp, the more she saw an infinity of intricate and alluring details. How the handle was meshed into the base perfectly, how the spout had a slight curve to it as the tip had its lower side a touch longer than the upper one, how the lid was but an optical illusion, as if it was never meant to be actually opened in a traditional way. All the while did the subtle glow, waves of polished shine and glimmer entrap her own focus as she hadn't even yet realized that her own face was inches away from the lamp, nor that she had been out of hiding for a good moment. She was transfixed upon this simple yet masterfully-crafted object as it captured her concentration due to some mysterious and innate enchantment. So much so, in fact, that she didn't even notice that the spout went on to release some thin stream of smoke in the air now.

While her eyes realized not such an important detail, her nostrils did as the scent of oil but also fruits went on to titillate her nose and lungs. A soothing fragrance, one dulling the senses as she breathed in deep as if it were an intoxicating and addictive narcotic. Akin to serpents slithering and swaying in the air, pulling her towards as her own snout was but inches away from the tip of the lamp's spout. A direct link from her throat and nostrils established as she took deep and slow breaths to partake in this. It just seemed normal to do this, to just indulge as nothing else mattered but this instance. A most relaxing experience unlike anything she ever enjoyed as she began to sway in place as the smoke went on to expand, growing not just thicker but to extend tendrils as if to embrace this new catch.

The lamp was the sole thing that she cared to see right now, distracting her thoughts and redirecting them in a loop of bliss and mindless euphoria as the vixen began to not only smile more and more, but to also grow dull spirals in her eyes as her own brain went on to get affected by the magic artifact. Like the gentlest of embrace, the kindest and most ephemeral of contact did the smoke carress her fur and flesh, her own tribal ensemble not covering much of it anyway. An analysis of her form, of her intricacies and complexities as an idea and an observation was made about this mammal who interacted with the relic itself. As the smoke grew thicker, more opaque, its scent and effects went on to multiply as by now Krystal was lost in a daze of ecstasy which made her grin in a silly-looking fashion.

No more thoughts could be conjured in this captivated mind of hers, entranced by what she saw and smelled as the lamp began to softly pulsate and change. The spiral inscription on her thigh went on to appear upon the object, taking on a few elements from the vixen as soon patches of blue and white, of diamond and sapphires, went on to alter its appearance as it attuned to the one whose proximity was ensnared and kept through enchantments. Krystal was but lured and made docile, happy and obedient through mystical means she had no way of knowing or even be aware of at this point. She only felt warm within and without, weightless and taken care of as her worries, even the urgency of her situation faded away with each breath she took.

The tendrils, meanwhile, saw how those curves, that flat stomach and that chest were unlike most of everything that could be seen on the surface of Sauria...and as it enacted the will of the inscrutable entity that was the lamp, it understood that it was pleased and thus did the change begin to enact themselves. Caresses and massages of smoke and the faintest warm touch went on to turn her into a melting mess of sensual pleasure as she shivered in delight, still partaking in that scent and the growing vapors, mist and smoke that wrapped around her incessantly. Her clothes, her hourglass figure, even her hair were being manipulated as she went on to softly moan beneath her breath, tail wagging as if she were turned into a pet rather than the strong and rebellious fighter that she was.

The first thing that did change were her choice of clothes, as while tonally right, it wasn't quite what the lamp wanted as that loincloth and those pelvic curtains were promising...yet could be done much better. Temporarily gone but for the slightest instant, they were transmuted from the idea of fabric to actual silk as pantaloons went on to adorn her waist now, hanging low on her hips while covering her legs with translucent fabric. Slightly puffy, showing the frame of her legs rather than the infinitesimal details of her fur and muscles, they were accompanied by curved slippers to cover clawed toes and dainty feet as her spiral rune on her thigh was still visible...but such details were highlighted as opposed to the general gist of her legs and anything below her waist.

Her top went on to get smoothed over, the tribal painting upon them beginning to fade away in favor of a golden hue not dissimilar to that of the lamp prior to attunement to the vixen. Pristine, looking metallic and yet made of satin, there were of a slightly lower cut as her cleavage went on to get showcased furthermore. Then, her cuffs and jewelry went on to get polished, smoke seeping through them in order to remove the bronze and slightly ancient appearance, instead going for the same polished golden exterior that her top put on display. With detached sleeves growing from said cuffs, moving upward toward her triceps as by now her attire had changed to something more suited to the lamp.

Yet it was still not done as those short and slightly messy hair were streamlined, made longer and yet slicked backward. Her vulpine ears, her brow and the slight necklace tiara that she wore were all exposed as that long mane went on to get smoother, silkier and then turned into a ponytail that would reach to her upper back. Treated warmly, massaged both spiritually and physically, rendered harmless mentally and with smoke covering her outside and inside, it was time for the next and final phase as the lamp began to glow furthermore and entrapped Krystal within a most deep and intricate trance. A link established, a relationship created, that of the vessel and what shall be kept within. She would be the latter as eventually did her own body grow akin to semi-liquid, pulled towards the lamp itself by unknown and unseen magic. With no thought of resistance being produced, Krystal could only joyfully agree and cooperate, though the latter was unnecessary as the vessel would do all the work.

Floating effortlessly, Krystal was then waving and swaying upon her form, feeling herself stretch as she twirled slightly onto herself and then dove headfirst into the spout itself. Normally, even her finger would have difficulty being inserted, yet the power of this relic and the connection between Krystal and it ensured that it would come to happen no matter what. Her snout and jaw were the first to turn into a thin and tube-like shape, gulped down as if being drunk by the lamp itself as her feet dangled into the air not out of resistance, not born from struggle but delight instead. As the rest of her face went in down to her neck, the rest of her body was starting to compress softly, as if she was made both out of smoke and jelly rather than fur, flesh and bones. It was an unseemly sight, yet there were none to behold it nonetheless as the phenomenon continued.

Her shoulders went on to get there as her bust followed, yet was blocked due to them being already soft to begin with, the lamp thinking it would not be required to manipulate their density and elasticity...yet it was an error as they stopped right there before the spout, shaking and jiggling while the rest of her body was waiting its turn. Her arms pinned to the side, swirls of smoke proceeded to tenderize and soften that bosom until it could slip in as her entire abdomen slipped in without incident...until the same went on to happen with her hips. A mistake caused by the excitement of the unknown and unfathomable will of the magic lamp, her buttock and waistline were next to be blocked as she tried to sway and shimmy in order to penetrate within her vessel, yet ultimately more magic was required as Krystal was further slipped within this receptacle.

Thankfully did her legs and feet along with her tail prove to be much easier as eventually did the ambient smoke get sucked back in, leaving the room pristine of any outside influence as if Krystal had never been there to begin with. While now with sapphires and diamonds upon its gilded surface alongside the spiral runes on its bases and would-be-lid, the vixen had been transformed and brainwashed, contained within this most mystical of item that was the magic lamp. Hypnotized, rendered docile and downright a different individual due to rules changing her prospect, perceptions and even cognition, she was no longer Krystal the rebel but rather a djinn, a spirit of miracles and obedience whom obey the commands of the one who'd release her. The moment the shopkeep would realize what happened her fate would be sealed as she had sought to teach him a lesson, stealing his wares and letting justice be done, but soon she would see and call him by a very different name.

Master.