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I loved Paper Mario: The Origami King.

In some circles it might be akin to a blasphemous statement, with plenty wishing the series would go back to the way the first two entries were, that is full-blown and focused RPG's. I found myself loving the characters, the writing, the humor, the sheer audacity and the range of wild ideas in the game, though, as it became a highlight of that year for me in terms of gaming. However, there is one scene that I really wished to do my own spin on, an actual game over that you can get in the game involving a magic lamp (no, really, check it out: www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-ViYt… ).

That scene gave me ideas and I knew that I wanted to write something about it, so I went to a friend who gave me designs for shy/snifit gals of certain beloved characters ( ) but who then couldn't finish them for a myriad of reasons. I then went to OmegaLuxifer , an artist I've grown to see as very talented, versatile and certainly surprising in a ton of ways as they went with those designs, added some small extras and illustrated this little beauty above for us all to see. The light, the smoke effect, the poses, there's a lot to love here and if you're as smitten here as I am, you can always go check out their prices and get something for yourself while supporting them:

Do also know, as always, that I have a Patreon page acting as tip jar where you can also check out many stories for free, almost all of them in fact, including some that aren't on DA for NSFW reasons: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Last but not least, listen to this melody, the one from Snif City in which this scene takes place before giving this a read: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZxhlR…

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THE SECRET OF THE FREEDOM CONTAINMENT UNIT

This was ridiculous.

Losing meant losing his freedom? He had to go inside a “Freedom Containment Unit”? All because he couldn't properly guess this Snifit's current expression? Mario could recognize a scam when he was presented with one and this was but a scheme to rob him of his hard-earned coins. He could be nice and the promise of winning 10 000 coins with only a cost of 100 coins seemed indeed too good to be true and it most assuredly was. There was a reason this shifty masked guy had installed his rather sordid tent in the hotel's shade, away from prying eyes. Even the humongous magic lamp on top, an interesting icon at the very least, couldn't distract from trickery as Mario simply refused to play along to the heightened cost of a 1000 coins to regain his freedom, or so the Snifit said.

“Really? Even though I'm about to take your freedom? That means game over, pal!”

He would not be fooled. Perhaps it might work on someone far less accustomed to danger than he was, but Mario would not give this person the satisfaction of cowering or buying into this scheme, no matter how elaborate it was. He refused again, firm in his intention, challenging this notion outright.

“Very well, thanks for playing!”

The fact that the Snifit didn't even try to persuade Mario, to sell this narrative further made Mario feel like this was the right choice as he turned around and tried to walk away...yet his feet weren't even on the ground any longer. He was floating above it as Mario began to realize that the Snifit was actually telling the truth. He could feel the power of the lamp above, its golden sheen glowing very softly as it used some unseen magic to grasp Mario and pull him toward the large and imposing object. Some faint purple smoke escaped from the tip, all shimmering and wondrous, yet the gorgeous effect hid a terrible truth as he was getting closer and closer toward the spout as Mario was twirled and twisted, made putty as he was sucked head first into what the Snifit called a Freedom Containment Unit, yet which was really a magic lamp like in tales and legends. As he was stretched and made to feel elastic, his head dove into a tight tunnel, one filled with the purple sparkling smoke as eventually he felt his whole body going through the same treatment, ending with his feet. Completely sucked inside the object, a faint shimmering purple mist flowed within, like a fog containing stars, as Mario turned around and saw the tiny hole from which he came, the inside of the spout which had drawn him inside the magic lamp.

The first thing he noticed was that it was rather spacious despite what Mario expected, as if he was trapped in a void which was both finite and infinite. Stretching toward the horizon, yet also somewhat small as this contrast and contradiction was hard to wrap his head around to. There were still golden walls, yet as close as they were, they also seemed distant as this made it hard to focus for Mario who was still trying to snap out of this funk. He had been swallowed up by a magic lamp and now he needed to find a way out, or else he'd be inside this for all of eternity as the Snifit said. He had to save the Mushroom Kingdom again, which made this fate one he had to deny as he picked up his hammer and began to walk, or perhaps swim was the better description here, toward the golden limit of this prison. He swung it against the surface, which sent a little wave across the lamp as some of the fog cleared up and a gong-like sound echoed within this sparkling abyss he was in.

“Who was that? Who did that?”

He recognized this scared voice, this worried tone as Mario turned around and saw his brother Luigi swimming toward him. Surprised at first to see him having fallen victim to this trap, Mario then realized in hindsight that the big green “L” on the side of the lamp was a rather dead giveaway. As much as he loved him and cherished their brotherly relationship, Luigi could indeed be a little gullible and if he fell for that Snifit's scheme, then Luigi certainly could too.

“Did you try to break the surface? Perhaps you should try again, bro! I couldn't because I didn't have a hammer, but now with you around there's no way that-”

Luigi's own relief was cut short as the fog began to get thicker, more preeminent as it began to swirl around. Mostly odorless at first, Mario began to smell something sweet, yet invasive as if no matter if he breathed or not, the odor was filling his nostrils. It was sparkling, bubbly and yet rather intoxicating in a way as Mario began to feel slightly woozy from this as the fog thickened up even further, as if turning into smoke right now.

“Bro, I think the lamp didn't like you trying to bang it up...We need to something before-”

Once more, Luigi was interrupted and yet it was not because of any specific effect rather than he simply stopped as some more whiff of that smoke twirled around them. Sparkling and shimmering, millions of tiny stars jolted before their eyes as while Mario tried to shake it off and strike again, if only to not be complacent, one more look at Luigi told a different story as his brother was affected much more than he was.

Spirals of multiple shades of purple had ignited in Luigi's eyes, trapping him into a stupor that he seemed to be unable to shake off. There was a thin smile on his lips by now as the smoke went on to burst inside his nose and mouth as he breathed in and out, seemingly without being truly aware of much. He floated about carelessly, his mind elsewhere as Mario tried to shake him up, yet to no result. Luigi had been somewhat claimed and as Mario tried to shatter this lamp with the strength of desperation, he too felt the intrusion of the smoke within himself.

It was very sweet at first, like a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins and muscles, yet it was not harmful in the slightest. It made him feel numb, somewhat relaxed and limp as the smell of millions of fruits and other delicacies filled his lungs and his brain. His thoughts were colored like this, purple bursting in and out and splashing around every concepts and ideas that he had. Soon, his vision itself filled with those spirals as he felt his core being filled with nothing but that color which sparkled and shone so brilliantly as he caught himself in a trance, falling into a nice trance as everything seemed to go nice, quiet and peaceful.

With both Mario brothers being like this, a calm atmosphere was reinstalled within the Freedom Containment Unit, within the magic lamp as the hammer floated away and was then dissolved by the purple smoke. Euphoria filled them in as they could no longer act, no longer think of much except purple as their initiative, their reasoning and their movements were all but claimed away from them, taking effectively their freedom in the process. No will, no ambition, just relaxation and hypnotic satisfaction. Mario and Luigi were simply content, happy, beyond stress and anxiety...However, this was not over in the slightest.

The first one to be truly affected, the actual oldest victim of this magic lamp was Luigi and thus he transitioned to this new state first: he dissolved. The smoke twirled and began to soak inside his clothes, his skin and his head and then it simply meshed it all into a little tornado, a concentrated gust of green with little eyes spiraling with purple. A little sigh of contentment and satisfaction escaped Luigi's lips before his mouth went away as the lamp had claimed his body, his physical form as the trance went further and deeper within his psyche. Then, it went for Mario as the smoke converged toward him too.

The first thing he noticed was being made weightless. The pressure of having flesh, of possessing a body was one that was familiar, oft-forgotten in the grand scheme of things. Yet as layers were being claimed by the mesmerizing and intoxicating smoke, Mario felt lighter and lighter still, blissful even. His hair, his slightly round belly, his shoes...All but mere parts of him that were gone in mere seconds as the purple smoke coaxed them out, massaging him carefully and gently while he sighed too until he turned into a pile of red smoke in the vast purple landscape that he could still perceive, taste and enjoy. No more pressure, no more pain, no more anything...Just happiness and mindlessness for now.

Soon, their mind began to empty themselves too as freedom started with ideas, with preconceptions, with desires and those were drained from them as well. Each spiral they saw clasped onto an idea and drained it toward the center as Mario and Luigi thought less of themselves and more about general sensations. There was no oppression, no danger, simply what needed to happen and they let it as there was no more fight in them. The Mushroom Kingdom...Princess Peach...The Folded Soldiers...All but ideas which didn't matter at all and as they left they didn't miss them in the slightest. The spirals were clarity, purple being such a pretty color and soon their own began to mix in as spirals of red and purple appeared for what was once Mario, while green and purple were there for the one formerly known as Luigi.

They were no one, merely a part of the magic lamp, of the Freedom Containment Unit as it took everything they once had and once were. No freedom could erupt from being who were one with that which contained them. They were things now, barely ideas as they felt nothing save the pleasure of being safe and held within the purple sparkling abyss. The red and the green were there to accompany them, to keep them docile and content as there was no Mario or Luigi, merely two half-beings who would spend all of eternity here...and accept this judgment without fear or rebellion whatsoever.

But then something happened and soon these beings began to feel the lamp, their containment and blessed prison, shake a little. Everything seemed to happen so fast now as there was a sentiment of urgency floating around as the magic lamp conveyed it throughout the smoke, shaking up the red and green spots within. Using its own power and ownership of those essences, it poured magic into these beings as the one who owned the unique artifact had interacted with it and now destiny had to unfold, rules had to be respected and thus the magic lamp had actual elements to use now and a better direction to apply them.

The first thing it did was scan in a matter of picoseconds the penchants and preferences of the one whose will it obeyed and thus sparks of creativity ignited creation. Soon, the two differently-colored spots were brought to the center and then bombarded with power and the influence of the magic lamp which gave them edicts, proper etiquette and commands before moving onto the matter of appearance. What they needed to do, how they'd act, how they'd react to everything...a veritable encyclopedia of behavior, triggers and commands to be absorbed, accepted and adored as those two nearly-empty shells were made whole again, bit by bit, but this was different. This was not their will, but rather that of the magic lamp which would fill them, with no freedom ever reaching their being ever again. All that they were, all that which made they could decide was to remain here forever, sealed away...But they could still be of use.

The information was to be processed, instilled within their empty psyche as soon the more material regulations, that of a more physical appearance, were to be taken care of. Both would obey and do it well, but they needed to be made pretty according to personal tastes and preferences as the lamp knew what would work best. Soon, the red shape began to get squished by the purple smoke, the latter turning so thick that it could pass as something solid rather than gaseous. It began to form a more humanoid form, yet rescinded on the legs as it created an anchor for the red possession to ever remain linked here so that the lamp could still act as a Freedom Containment Unit as per one of its many purpose. A more feminine shape was given, with wider hips and a larger bust as an hourglass figure branching out between the two was crafted with the utmost care. Fair skin, a taut belly, a round navel in the center of an exposed midriff as soft shoulders were shaped up along with short yet pristine hair. Red vestments were given, worthy of dancing slaves from hopeful and more sensual fantasies which fitted with the corresponding vibes of Snif City, the area previously known as Shroom City in which the lamp and its owner were now located. An open skirt, a tight top, a shawl attached around her neck and around her head, sleeves and cuffs, all adorned with multiple coins as the desires for riches of the one owning the magic lamp was clear. A singular coin attached itself to a ring which was worn in that exposed navel, a tantalizing little trinket as another desire was expressed and felt, the rush of victory against this being who was once Mario. A hat with a “M” symbol appeared on top, the same icon appearing on clasps and other places to indicate just what had happened to this hero-plumber now turned slave, which would delight its owner. Then, a mask was crafted while the vestments attached themselves to the body which had been built and polished to perfection, ready to turn into not just a cover but the very face of the one whose shape was the lamp's to control.

The green little tornado was next, with a similar treatment being handed out as its body was easier to process, the preference of the one they would all soon call master being imprinted. While knowledge and skills were being imprinted in the mind of the first one in red, the green one was made to be similar yet visually distinct in a couple of ways. No shawl for this one, longer hair popping up and attached into a free-flowing ponytail. A long scarf accompanied this, one with little stars attached to it as preferential treatment was given to the first one claimed by the Freedom Containment Unit. A tube top, tightly bound though not hiding or flattening a soft and generous-looking chest. Two long silk trails serving as loincloths, sleeves and cuffs as stars could be found in multiple spots. Green colors were shaded in, brilliant and beautiful as a hat with a “L” symbol on its front adorned that lovely head as the vestments and forms were complete. Her curves were fine-tuned as the thoughts of being women, of being slaves and that they would obey without complaint or hesitation were sent through waves and pulsations through both newly-made beings as their open and pliant mind accepted it all. They could no longer choose anything, for choice meant freedom, which turned into free will and they would have none of that forever. Another mask was created to go with the dancer clad in green as soon the two masks were given true shape and definition: a Shy Guy and a Snifit mask, one for each as the two prisoners-turned-tools were propelled out of the lamp to serve their function.

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He couldn't quite believe he actually succeeded.

He thought he might actually get some suckers with this latest attempt at getting rich, yet the Snifit never thought in a million years that his first target would actually be Luigi and that he'd fall for it. Not only that, but Mario was his second one as he felt incredibly good about that, though such luck seemed unnatural. Ever since he got this lamp, his own life had changed in the strangest of ways as he never quite understood how it worked, yet it was certainly his most devout ally even in its silence. It was small, then it was big and served as some decoration for his massive tent...and then it captured the two Mario brothers. He made up some silly rules and it even applied them to the letter and he was frankly astonished...But then he started to feel slightly paranoid.

There was such a thing as too much luck, of blessings turning into curses as surely Mario and Luigi would be rescued somewhat or somehow and thus he felt the compulsion to stop while things were good...or perhaps too good to be true. He got on top of his tent and then tried to remove the lamp, hoping it would reduce in size and yet it seemed to be rather difficult to dislocate from its emplacement, especially with his tiny “hands”. It made it so he seemed to rub on the surface rather than actually do much of anything, yet this actually gave way to a rather impressive reaction as the lamp...or rather his “Freedom Containment Unit” began to shake and then release a small torrent of smoke, one colored in green and another in red as they twirled against one another and then manifested two beings from the depths of this freedom-sucking item which were the loveliest visions he had seen in his entire life.

A Snifit and a Shy Gal, the two of them being a mixture of those beings and with a body which could belong to either Princess Peach or Daisy. Sensual and exotic clothing, one in red and the other in green, masks covering their faces and each one of them bowed before him as they spoke in unison with voices that were cute, sexy, submissive and decidedly very earnest as they declared their intentions.

“Oh master...We are the genies of this lamp, your lamp...And we are here to obey you. Make a wish...And we'll make it come true...All of them~”

As the Snifit was caught in delightful stupefaction, the lamp moved and used those puppets as extensions of its will and power. There was no Mario, no Luigi in these forms, only the most rudimentary elements of both as they would forever be imprisoned within the lamp, ready to obey and act as tools to please, obey and do nothing else but serve. They had no choice, no ambition, no initiative...no freedom anymore as they were dictated and commanded by the lamp and the one who had managed to capture them through luck and trickery...They would be genies from now on. And as the lamp reduced in size, it went into the hand of its owner so as to make him start a brand new life full of joy as he would be the one to dictate how those tools would operate now, holding those who had been the Super Mario Brothers before they lost themselves...

Their old selves stuck in the Freedom Containment Unit for all of eternity.

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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

I loved Paper Mario: The Origami King.

In some circles it might be akin to a blasphemous statement, with plenty wishing the series would go back to the way the first two entries were, that is full-blown and focused RPG's. I found myself loving the characters, the writing, the humor, the sheer audacity and the range of wild ideas in the game, though, as it became a highlight of that year for me in terms of gaming. However, there is one scene that I really wished to do my own spin on, an actual game over that you can get in the game involving a magic lamp (no, really, check it out: www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-ViYt… ).

That scene gave me ideas and I knew that I wanted to write something about it, so I went to a friend who gave me designs for shy/snifit gals of certain beloved characters ( ) but who then couldn't finish them for a myriad of reasons. I then went to OmegaLuxifer , an artist I've grown to see as very talented, versatile and certainly surprising in a ton of ways as they went with those designs, added some small extras and illustrated this little beauty above for us all to see. The light, the smoke effect, the poses, there's a lot to love here and if you're as smitten here as I am, you can always go check out their prices and get something for yourself while supporting them:

Do also know, as always, that I have a Patreon page acting as tip jar where you can also check out many stories for free, almost all of them in fact, including some that aren't on DA for NSFW reasons: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Last but not least, listen to this melody, the one from Snif City in which this scene takes place before giving this a read: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZxhlR…

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THE SECRET OF THE FREEDOM CONTAINMENT UNIT

This was ridiculous.

Losing meant losing his freedom? He had to go inside a “Freedom Containment Unit”? All because he couldn't properly guess this Snifit's current expression? Mario could recognize a scam when he was presented with one and this was but a scheme to rob him of his hard-earned coins. He could be nice and the promise of winning 10 000 coins with only a cost of 100 coins seemed indeed too good to be true and it most assuredly was. There was a reason this shifty masked guy had installed his rather sordid tent in the hotel's shade, away from prying eyes. Even the humongous magic lamp on top, an interesting icon at the very least, couldn't distract from trickery as Mario simply refused to play along to the heightened cost of a 1000 coins to regain his freedom, or so the Snifit said.

“Really? Even though I'm about to take your freedom? That means game over, pal!”

He would not be fooled. Perhaps it might work on someone far less accustomed to danger than he was, but Mario would not give this person the satisfaction of cowering or buying into this scheme, no matter how elaborate it was. He refused again, firm in his intention, challenging this notion outright.

“Very well, thanks for playing!”

The fact that the Snifit didn't even try to persuade Mario, to sell this narrative further made Mario feel like this was the right choice as he turned around and tried to walk away...yet his feet weren't even on the ground any longer. He was floating above it as Mario began to realize that the Snifit was actually telling the truth. He could feel the power of the lamp above, its golden sheen glowing very softly as it used some unseen magic to grasp Mario and pull him toward the large and imposing object. Some faint purple smoke escaped from the tip, all shimmering and wondrous, yet the gorgeous effect hid a terrible truth as he was getting closer and closer toward the spout as Mario was twirled and twisted, made putty as he was sucked head first into what the Snifit called a Freedom Containment Unit, yet which was really a magic lamp like in tales and legends. As he was stretched and made to feel elastic, his head dove into a tight tunnel, one filled with the purple sparkling smoke as eventually he felt his whole body going through the same treatment, ending with his feet. Completely sucked inside the object, a faint shimmering purple mist flowed within, like a fog containing stars, as Mario turned around and saw the tiny hole from which he came, the inside of the spout which had drawn him inside the magic lamp.

The first thing he noticed was that it was rather spacious despite what Mario expected, as if he was trapped in a void which was both finite and infinite. Stretching toward the horizon, yet also somewhat small as this contrast and contradiction was hard to wrap his head around to. There were still golden walls, yet as close as they were, they also seemed distant as this made it hard to focus for Mario who was still trying to snap out of this funk. He had been swallowed up by a magic lamp and now he needed to find a way out, or else he'd be inside this for all of eternity as the Snifit said. He had to save the Mushroom Kingdom again, which made this fate one he had to deny as he picked up his hammer and began to walk, or perhaps swim was the better description here, toward the golden limit of this prison. He swung it against the surface, which sent a little wave across the lamp as some of the fog cleared up and a gong-like sound echoed within this sparkling abyss he was in.

“Who was that? Who did that?”

He recognized this scared voice, this worried tone as Mario turned around and saw his brother Luigi swimming toward him. Surprised at first to see him having fallen victim to this trap, Mario then realized in hindsight that the big green “L” on the side of the lamp was a rather dead giveaway. As much as he loved him and cherished their brotherly relationship, Luigi could indeed be a little gullible and if he fell for that Snifit's scheme, then Luigi certainly could too.

“Did you try to break the surface? Perhaps you should try again, bro! I couldn't because I didn't have a hammer, but now with you around there's no way that-”

Luigi's own relief was cut short as the fog began to get thicker, more preeminent as it began to swirl around. Mostly odorless at first, Mario began to smell something sweet, yet invasive as if no matter if he breathed or not, the odor was filling his nostrils. It was sparkling, bubbly and yet rather intoxicating in a way as Mario began to feel slightly woozy from this as the fog thickened up even further, as if turning into smoke right now.

“Bro, I think the lamp didn't like you trying to bang it up...We need to something before-”

Once more, Luigi was interrupted and yet it was not because of any specific effect rather than he simply stopped as some more whiff of that smoke twirled around them. Sparkling and shimmering, millions of tiny stars jolted before their eyes as while Mario tried to shake it off and strike again, if only to not be complacent, one more look at Luigi told a different story as his brother was affected much more than he was.

Spirals of multiple shades of purple had ignited in Luigi's eyes, trapping him into a stupor that he seemed to be unable to shake off. There was a thin smile on his lips by now as the smoke went on to burst inside his nose and mouth as he breathed in and out, seemingly without being truly aware of much. He floated about carelessly, his mind elsewhere as Mario tried to shake him up, yet to no result. Luigi had been somewhat claimed and as Mario tried to shatter this lamp with the strength of desperation, he too felt the intrusion of the smoke within himself.

It was very sweet at first, like a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins and muscles, yet it was not harmful in the slightest. It made him feel numb, somewhat relaxed and limp as the smell of millions of fruits and other delicacies filled his lungs and his brain. His thoughts were colored like this, purple bursting in and out and splashing around every concepts and ideas that he had. Soon, his vision itself filled with those spirals as he felt his core being filled with nothing but that color which sparkled and shone so brilliantly as he caught himself in a trance, falling into a nice trance as everything seemed to go nice, quiet and peaceful.

With both Mario brothers being like this, a calm atmosphere was reinstalled within the Freedom Containment Unit, within the magic lamp as the hammer floated away and was then dissolved by the purple smoke. Euphoria filled them in as they could no longer act, no longer think of much except purple as their initiative, their reasoning and their movements were all but claimed away from them, taking effectively their freedom in the process. No will, no ambition, just relaxation and hypnotic satisfaction. Mario and Luigi were simply content, happy, beyond stress and anxiety...However, this was not over in the slightest.

The first one to be truly affected, the actual oldest victim of this magic lamp was Luigi and thus he transitioned to this new state first: he dissolved. The smoke twirled and began to soak inside his clothes, his skin and his head and then it simply meshed it all into a little tornado, a concentrated gust of green with little eyes spiraling with purple. A little sigh of contentment and satisfaction escaped Luigi's lips before his mouth went away as the lamp had claimed his body, his physical form as the trance went further and deeper within his psyche. Then, it went for Mario as the smoke converged toward him too.

The first thing he noticed was being made weightless. The pressure of having flesh, of possessing a body was one that was familiar, oft-forgotten in the grand scheme of things. Yet as layers were being claimed by the mesmerizing and intoxicating smoke, Mario felt lighter and lighter still, blissful even. His hair, his slightly round belly, his shoes...All but mere parts of him that were gone in mere seconds as the purple smoke coaxed them out, massaging him carefully and gently while he sighed too until he turned into a pile of red smoke in the vast purple landscape that he could still perceive, taste and enjoy. No more pressure, no more pain, no more anything...Just happiness and mindlessness for now.

Soon, their mind began to empty themselves too as freedom started with ideas, with preconceptions, with desires and those were drained from them as well. Each spiral they saw clasped onto an idea and drained it toward the center as Mario and Luigi thought less of themselves and more about general sensations. There was no oppression, no danger, simply what needed to happen and they let it as there was no more fight in them. The Mushroom Kingdom...Princess Peach...The Folded Soldiers...All but ideas which didn't matter at all and as they left they didn't miss them in the slightest. The spirals were clarity, purple being such a pretty color and soon their own began to mix in as spirals of red and purple appeared for what was once Mario, while green and purple were there for the one formerly known as Luigi.

They were no one, merely a part of the magic lamp, of the Freedom Containment Unit as it took everything they once had and once were. No freedom could erupt from being who were one with that which contained them. They were things now, barely ideas as they felt nothing save the pleasure of being safe and held within the purple sparkling abyss. The red and the green were there to accompany them, to keep them docile and content as there was no Mario or Luigi, merely two half-beings who would spend all of eternity here...and accept this judgment without fear or rebellion whatsoever.

But then something happened and soon these beings began to feel the lamp, their containment and blessed prison, shake a little. Everything seemed to happen so fast now as there was a sentiment of urgency floating around as the magic lamp conveyed it throughout the smoke, shaking up the red and green spots within. Using its own power and ownership of those essences, it poured magic into these beings as the one who owned the unique artifact had interacted with it and now destiny had to unfold, rules had to be respected and thus the magic lamp had actual elements to use now and a better direction to apply them.

The first thing it did was scan in a matter of picoseconds the penchants and preferences of the one whose will it obeyed and thus sparks of creativity ignited creation. Soon, the two differently-colored spots were brought to the center and then bombarded with power and the influence of the magic lamp which gave them edicts, proper etiquette and commands before moving onto the matter of appearance. What they needed to do, how they'd act, how they'd react to everything...a veritable encyclopedia of behavior, triggers and commands to be absorbed, accepted and adored as those two nearly-empty shells were made whole again, bit by bit, but this was different. This was not their will, but rather that of the magic lamp which would fill them, with no freedom ever reaching their being ever again. All that they were, all that which made they could decide was to remain here forever, sealed away...But they could still be of use.

The information was to be processed, instilled within their empty psyche as soon the more material regulations, that of a more physical appearance, were to be taken care of. Both would obey and do it well, but they needed to be made pretty according to personal tastes and preferences as the lamp knew what would work best. Soon, the red shape began to get squished by the purple smoke, the latter turning so thick that it could pass as something solid rather than gaseous. It began to form a more humanoid form, yet rescinded on the legs as it created an anchor for the red possession to ever remain linked here so that the lamp could still act as a Freedom Containment Unit as per one of its many purpose. A more feminine shape was given, with wider hips and a larger bust as an hourglass figure branching out between the two was crafted with the utmost care. Fair skin, a taut belly, a round navel in the center of an exposed midriff as soft shoulders were shaped up along with short yet pristine hair. Red vestments were given, worthy of dancing slaves from hopeful and more sensual fantasies which fitted with the corresponding vibes of Snif City, the area previously known as Shroom City in which the lamp and its owner were now located. An open skirt, a tight top, a shawl attached around her neck and around her head, sleeves and cuffs, all adorned with multiple coins as the desires for riches of the one owning the magic lamp was clear. A singular coin attached itself to a ring which was worn in that exposed navel, a tantalizing little trinket as another desire was expressed and felt, the rush of victory against this being who was once Mario. A hat with a “M” symbol appeared on top, the same icon appearing on clasps and other places to indicate just what had happened to this hero-plumber now turned slave, which would delight its owner. Then, a mask was crafted while the vestments attached themselves to the body which had been built and polished to perfection, ready to turn into not just a cover but the very face of the one whose shape was the lamp's to control.

The green little tornado was next, with a similar treatment being handed out as its body was easier to process, the preference of the one they would all soon call master being imprinted. While knowledge and skills were being imprinted in the mind of the first one in red, the green one was made to be similar yet visually distinct in a couple of ways. No shawl for this one, longer hair popping up and attached into a free-flowing ponytail. A long scarf accompanied this, one with little stars attached to it as preferential treatment was given to the first one claimed by the Freedom Containment Unit. A tube top, tightly bound though not hiding or flattening a soft and generous-looking chest. Two long silk trails serving as loincloths, sleeves and cuffs as stars could be found in multiple spots. Green colors were shaded in, brilliant and beautiful as a hat with a “L” symbol on its front adorned that lovely head as the vestments and forms were complete. Her curves were fine-tuned as the thoughts of being women, of being slaves and that they would obey without complaint or hesitation were sent through waves and pulsations through both newly-made beings as their open and pliant mind accepted it all. They could no longer choose anything, for choice meant freedom, which turned into free will and they would have none of that forever. Another mask was created to go with the dancer clad in green as soon the two masks were given true shape and definition: a Shy Guy and a Snifit mask, one for each as the two prisoners-turned-tools were propelled out of the lamp to serve their function.

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He couldn't quite believe he actually succeeded.

He thought he might actually get some suckers with this latest attempt at getting rich, yet the Snifit never thought in a million years that his first target would actually be Luigi and that he'd fall for it. Not only that, but Mario was his second one as he felt incredibly good about that, though such luck seemed unnatural. Ever since he got this lamp, his own life had changed in the strangest of ways as he never quite understood how it worked, yet it was certainly his most devout ally even in its silence. It was small, then it was big and served as some decoration for his massive tent...and then it captured the two Mario brothers. He made up some silly rules and it even applied them to the letter and he was frankly astonished...But then he started to feel slightly paranoid.

There was such a thing as too much luck, of blessings turning into curses as surely Mario and Luigi would be rescued somewhat or somehow and thus he felt the compulsion to stop while things were good...or perhaps too good to be true. He got on top of his tent and then tried to remove the lamp, hoping it would reduce in size and yet it seemed to be rather difficult to dislocate from its emplacement, especially with his tiny “hands”. It made it so he seemed to rub on the surface rather than actually do much of anything, yet this actually gave way to a rather impressive reaction as the lamp...or rather his “Freedom Containment Unit” began to shake and then release a small torrent of smoke, one colored in green and another in red as they twirled against one another and then manifested two beings from the depths of this freedom-sucking item which were the loveliest visions he had seen in his entire life.

A Snifit and a Shy Gal, the two of them being a mixture of those beings and with a body which could belong to either Princess Peach or Daisy. Sensual and exotic clothing, one in red and the other in green, masks covering their faces and each one of them bowed before him as they spoke in unison with voices that were cute, sexy, submissive and decidedly very earnest as they declared their intentions.

“Oh master...We are the genies of this lamp, your lamp...And we are here to obey you. Make a wish...And we'll make it come true...All of them~”

As the Snifit was caught in delightful stupefaction, the lamp moved and used those puppets as extensions of its will and power. There was no Mario, no Luigi in these forms, only the most rudimentary elements of both as they would forever be imprisoned within the lamp, ready to obey and act as tools to please, obey and do nothing else but serve. They had no choice, no ambition, no initiative...no freedom anymore as they were dictated and commanded by the lamp and the one who had managed to capture them through luck and trickery...They would be genies from now on. And as the lamp reduced in size, it went into the hand of its owner so as to make him start a brand new life full of joy as he would be the one to dictate how those tools would operate now, holding those who had been the Super Mario Brothers before they lost themselves...

Their old selves stuck in the Freedom Containment Unit for all of eternity.