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This is a belated birthday gift from my friend Rubylemonlimeade .

Asking me what I'd like, I told them that I didn't quite know and that I'd be open to a surprise...and here is what's been drawn. Being a fan of Rouge's design and character as a whole, it is definitely a good take on my own preferences, especially as a genie to boot. She also has spirals in her eyes, but it's a touch hidden by her natural iris color.

I do enjoy speaking with them, as it gave us this rather neat collab in the past ...and perhaps more in the future.

Now on to the story (Patreon plug-in go! www.patreon.com/incredibleintr… ).

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ROUGE'S WISH

She had finally gathered all the Power Stones.

It had been an arduous ordeal, traveling around the world and fighting those who were vying for a miracle, for their deepest wish to be granted yet Rouge had proved more resourceful and determined than all of them. Falcon, Ryoma, Ayame, Valgas, a great many challengers who had their affinity with those relics, those precious gems which held mysterious benefits and properties. She had rapidly learned how to turn into a fiery version of herself, filled with might and an ecstatic sense of overwhelming abilities. Others had started doing this too, turning this whole journey into both moments of intense struggle and wonder, an epic tale to be told in which the woman known as the scorching beauty ended up victorious with all of those priceless artifacts in her possession. To gather them all meant that one wish would be granted, no matter what it was and it meant that Rouge would see her wildest dream come true...yet she felt somewhat guilty about it.

Certainly one of the better-natured seeker of the Power Stones, she ever felt bad to connect with others who had legitimate dreams and desires, trying to make things better for those they cared about and not just themselves. There were also the frail, the sickly and all those unable to properly fight or travel who certainly needed a miracle as well, yet couldn't even be considered competitors in this quest. A part of her wanted nothing more than to make sure everyone would be happy, that those who sorely needed it would see their demands met yet there was only one wish that could be met with reality. She had learned enough through her journey to know that there were limits to them and yet her heart was compassionate for those who hadn't the same opportunity that she did. Not everyone had access to a plane, legitimate fortune-telling powers or anything of the sort. Yet as she stared at the Power Stones who floated in the air, gathering their might and the wild energies proper to them, Rouge whispered beneath her breath as she felt guilty of her own success.

“I wish I could give people access to the same opportunity somehow...”

Very few knew about the origins of the Power Stones, how they managed to shape reality and give off such auras. They were an enigma, a mystery that might never be solved yet they did have a will of their own, though they spoke in a language of facets and glimmers as opposed to words and intents. They had a different morality, an alien way of thinking though they weren't so off-base from human desires nevertheless. This earnest wish spoken so softly had been heard, processed and already began to be translated into reality as their glow went on to get brilliant like tiny suns. Charged with magic and with other energies unknown to this realm of existence, they spun in circle as Rouge wondered just what had happened as her thoughts began to border between panic and eagerness at the sight of this phenomenon.

The connection to her low-key wish was eventually made, though far too lately as Rouge didn't even know if she could take it back or not. The glimmer of the Power Stones was a fascinating, mind-blowing sight to the fortune-teller and the way they spun made for a mesmerizing sight that seemed to calm and soothe her until they linked themselves to her and began to pour potency, wild energies and vast amount of arcana within her. This was similar to when she charged herself with the power of a singular Power Stone, yet soon it became much more overwhelming than that as the entire amount of them gave her power and might beyond what she knew to do with. It spreaded in multiple places within her body, from her head, her stomach and her chest as it felt volcanic, electric...and yet very good as well. The wish was granted, this much she intrinsically knew as it seemed to stretch onto infinity until it was done and the Power Stones were gone, returned to whoever would try to gather them again.

Rouge felt supercharged, attuned to so many new senses that she didn't know even existed while her mortals ones were amplified to new heights. She felt out of breath, her heart racing yet also extremely blissful as she sensed as if she could do anything and everything, the possibilities of what she could achieve being near-limitless. Yet it was too much for her flesh, muscles, bones and even soul to contain as something appeared just below where the Power Stones had done their deed, an object of pure simplicity and yet filled with meaning: an oil lamp. It looked very ordinary, made of clay and a light amount of brass, yet it turned on its own as the spout faced her and then began to do something unexpected: it began to suck a massive amount of air toward itself.

The pressure against her back felt unique, only applying a push upon Rouge and nothing else as she was pulled toward the object as a link began to create itself on the spot between that object and the fortune-teller whose wish had just been granted. The air began to thicken and to tint itself a purple color as it sucked Rouge towards the lamp, yet never in an aggressive manner. It was a gentle push, a friendly pull which welcomed her to a new position in life, to the next step in her journey and a new challenge in her adventure. It smelled good and made her feel dizzy, but in a sense that was euphoric as opposed to nauseating. It tethered her as she felt weightless and happy, unwittingly being lifted in the air by the thick swirling mist that turned into smoke now and which latched onto her feet and lower legs now.

Information was pumped into her spirit, her own attunement to the future and divination making her much more open-minded about what was being told to her through wavelengths that were decipherable to her and her only. It spoke of how she would be able to make the world a better place, that she would see her desire being made manifest through her, that she would herself know the joy she'd spread throughout the world. It bombarded her with means and methods as her mind assimilated the information and accepted this programming. Rewritten slightly to better use her newfound powers, a trance was settled in as her eyes began to emit spirals, a symbol of her mindless attitude for the moment, caught within her own dream-like stance. The lamp itself was associated with her as it began to change shape to accept her symbols and colors, turning into a gold and bejeweled appearance. This symbiosis, this union of the two caused for things to escalate further into magic and wonder as Rouge's spirals sped up within her gaze and the smoke poured out of the shiny spout much more rapidly.

Her legs began to merge with the smoke itself, swirls of that gaseous substance going on to absorb her feet, ankles and lower legs as it climbed upward to her waist. A crackling and dazzling bliss popped within her brain as Rouge smiled and was lost in her own happy trance, kept in this state to be preserved mentally and to rejoice in this transformation. Her thighs began to vanish inches by inches, swallowed by the smoke and the whole process stopped at her waist as the rest of the changes were inside rather than outside. Her aging stopped, caught in a time loop which would keep her at her prime as her hair, skin and general appearance would be in stasis. Thus the newest version of Rouge, according to her wish, was made and she knew immediately what she was to be...

A genie.

This truth accepted, assimilated and turned into joy meant the final stage was to be processed as the smoke twirled and began to get sucked inside the lamp at a much faster pace. Anticipation and hypnotic bliss converted Rouge's own action to cooperation as she almost danced on the spot, her arms lifted upward and her palms clasped together as she swayed her hips to an unheard tune. She stared at the lamp, her new home and receptacle, the thing which would help her contain her truly unfathomable power. Her midriff, her chest, her clothes and everything else was turned into smoke, a maelstrom of many of her colors from purple, white, gold and brown dissipating from the world and then assimilated into the lamp as Rouge's new destiny had only just begun. She only needed to wait for someone to find her so that she could make things much better for as many people as she could in her new immortal life. So that she could grant wishes to the unfortunate and the needy, turning into a legend and goddess in her own time.

One that would change lives onto eternity.

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

This is a belated birthday gift from my friend Rubylemonlimeade .

Asking me what I'd like, I told them that I didn't quite know and that I'd be open to a surprise...and here is what's been drawn. Being a fan of Rouge's design and character as a whole, it is definitely a good take on my own preferences, especially as a genie to boot. She also has spirals in her eyes, but it's a touch hidden by her natural iris color.

I do enjoy speaking with them, as it gave us this rather neat collab in the past ...and perhaps more in the future.

Now on to the story (Patreon plug-in go! www.patreon.com/incredibleintr… ).

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

ROUGE'S WISH

She had finally gathered all the Power Stones.

It had been an arduous ordeal, traveling around the world and fighting those who were vying for a miracle, for their deepest wish to be granted yet Rouge had proved more resourceful and determined than all of them. Falcon, Ryoma, Ayame, Valgas, a great many challengers who had their affinity with those relics, those precious gems which held mysterious benefits and properties. She had rapidly learned how to turn into a fiery version of herself, filled with might and an ecstatic sense of overwhelming abilities. Others had started doing this too, turning this whole journey into both moments of intense struggle and wonder, an epic tale to be told in which the woman known as the scorching beauty ended up victorious with all of those priceless artifacts in her possession. To gather them all meant that one wish would be granted, no matter what it was and it meant that Rouge would see her wildest dream come true...yet she felt somewhat guilty about it.

Certainly one of the better-natured seeker of the Power Stones, she ever felt bad to connect with others who had legitimate dreams and desires, trying to make things better for those they cared about and not just themselves. There were also the frail, the sickly and all those unable to properly fight or travel who certainly needed a miracle as well, yet couldn't even be considered competitors in this quest. A part of her wanted nothing more than to make sure everyone would be happy, that those who sorely needed it would see their demands met yet there was only one wish that could be met with reality. She had learned enough through her journey to know that there were limits to them and yet her heart was compassionate for those who hadn't the same opportunity that she did. Not everyone had access to a plane, legitimate fortune-telling powers or anything of the sort. Yet as she stared at the Power Stones who floated in the air, gathering their might and the wild energies proper to them, Rouge whispered beneath her breath as she felt guilty of her own success.

“I wish I could give people access to the same opportunity somehow...”

Very few knew about the origins of the Power Stones, how they managed to shape reality and give off such auras. They were an enigma, a mystery that might never be solved yet they did have a will of their own, though they spoke in a language of facets and glimmers as opposed to words and intents. They had a different morality, an alien way of thinking though they weren't so off-base from human desires nevertheless. This earnest wish spoken so softly had been heard, processed and already began to be translated into reality as their glow went on to get brilliant like tiny suns. Charged with magic and with other energies unknown to this realm of existence, they spun in circle as Rouge wondered just what had happened as her thoughts began to border between panic and eagerness at the sight of this phenomenon.

The connection to her low-key wish was eventually made, though far too lately as Rouge didn't even know if she could take it back or not. The glimmer of the Power Stones was a fascinating, mind-blowing sight to the fortune-teller and the way they spun made for a mesmerizing sight that seemed to calm and soothe her until they linked themselves to her and began to pour potency, wild energies and vast amount of arcana within her. This was similar to when she charged herself with the power of a singular Power Stone, yet soon it became much more overwhelming than that as the entire amount of them gave her power and might beyond what she knew to do with. It spreaded in multiple places within her body, from her head, her stomach and her chest as it felt volcanic, electric...and yet very good as well. The wish was granted, this much she intrinsically knew as it seemed to stretch onto infinity until it was done and the Power Stones were gone, returned to whoever would try to gather them again.

Rouge felt supercharged, attuned to so many new senses that she didn't know even existed while her mortals ones were amplified to new heights. She felt out of breath, her heart racing yet also extremely blissful as she sensed as if she could do anything and everything, the possibilities of what she could achieve being near-limitless. Yet it was too much for her flesh, muscles, bones and even soul to contain as something appeared just below where the Power Stones had done their deed, an object of pure simplicity and yet filled with meaning: an oil lamp. It looked very ordinary, made of clay and a light amount of brass, yet it turned on its own as the spout faced her and then began to do something unexpected: it began to suck a massive amount of air toward itself.

The pressure against her back felt unique, only applying a push upon Rouge and nothing else as she was pulled toward the object as a link began to create itself on the spot between that object and the fortune-teller whose wish had just been granted. The air began to thicken and to tint itself a purple color as it sucked Rouge towards the lamp, yet never in an aggressive manner. It was a gentle push, a friendly pull which welcomed her to a new position in life, to the next step in her journey and a new challenge in her adventure. It smelled good and made her feel dizzy, but in a sense that was euphoric as opposed to nauseating. It tethered her as she felt weightless and happy, unwittingly being lifted in the air by the thick swirling mist that turned into smoke now and which latched onto her feet and lower legs now.

Information was pumped into her spirit, her own attunement to the future and divination making her much more open-minded about what was being told to her through wavelengths that were decipherable to her and her only. It spoke of how she would be able to make the world a better place, that she would see her desire being made manifest through her, that she would herself know the joy she'd spread throughout the world. It bombarded her with means and methods as her mind assimilated the information and accepted this programming. Rewritten slightly to better use her newfound powers, a trance was settled in as her eyes began to emit spirals, a symbol of her mindless attitude for the moment, caught within her own dream-like stance. The lamp itself was associated with her as it began to change shape to accept her symbols and colors, turning into a gold and bejeweled appearance. This symbiosis, this union of the two caused for things to escalate further into magic and wonder as Rouge's spirals sped up within her gaze and the smoke poured out of the shiny spout much more rapidly.

Her legs began to merge with the smoke itself, swirls of that gaseous substance going on to absorb her feet, ankles and lower legs as it climbed upward to her waist. A crackling and dazzling bliss popped within her brain as Rouge smiled and was lost in her own happy trance, kept in this state to be preserved mentally and to rejoice in this transformation. Her thighs began to vanish inches by inches, swallowed by the smoke and the whole process stopped at her waist as the rest of the changes were inside rather than outside. Her aging stopped, caught in a time loop which would keep her at her prime as her hair, skin and general appearance would be in stasis. Thus the newest version of Rouge, according to her wish, was made and she knew immediately what she was to be...

A genie.

This truth accepted, assimilated and turned into joy meant the final stage was to be processed as the smoke twirled and began to get sucked inside the lamp at a much faster pace. Anticipation and hypnotic bliss converted Rouge's own action to cooperation as she almost danced on the spot, her arms lifted upward and her palms clasped together as she swayed her hips to an unheard tune. She stared at the lamp, her new home and receptacle, the thing which would help her contain her truly unfathomable power. Her midriff, her chest, her clothes and everything else was turned into smoke, a maelstrom of many of her colors from purple, white, gold and brown dissipating from the world and then assimilated into the lamp as Rouge's new destiny had only just begun. She only needed to wait for someone to find her so that she could make things much better for as many people as she could in her new immortal life. So that she could grant wishes to the unfortunate and the needy, turning into a legend and goddess in her own time.

One that would change lives onto eternity.