*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

This came as a total surprise as HornedRam caught up to the IDW Sonic comic and got himself a soft spot for a certain sheep lady. So he drew this.

To say it hit quite a few of my buttons would be an understatement, the story basically popping in my idea in milliseconds and then bullying its way out of my mind and onto the digital screen. A match made in hellish heaven were the circumstances that led to this.

So what exactly is happening to Lanolin here? Read on and find out!

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STOLEN SHEEP

This one she'd do solo.

Not that the Diamond Cutters were not efficient and she didn't trust them with her life...but when it came to being either subtle or calm, there was one key member who she couldn't quite count on. Lanolin was more than capable on her own, even without Whisper and Tangle, the latter being kept busy by the former as there was ever a crisis somewhere that Sonic or the others couldn't reach...or that required a slower approach that the blue blur couldn't exactly employ.

A digging site, either to discover a secret Eggman base or the much more interesting site hailing from ancient Echidna tribes. Knuckles would certainly appreciate it and getting the Master Emerald's guardian on their good side was ever the considerate, and useful, thing to do. Yet this time it was neither and the mystery gave both eagerness and anticipation to the archaeological team. They would require muscle, protection and of course finesse since any false move could rupture and break delicate findings. She could foresee Tangle doing exactly that and thus did she go on her own, reaching up to the camp where they held the equipment and facilities for the team.

“What's the sitrep?” Lanolin asked one of the help, all business-like. She had ever been a no-nonsense kind of gal, the likes which got down to the brass tacks and preferred to be thorough rather than just barely present. The more she knew, the better she could help, simple as that.

“Uuuuh...well...from what I hear, they found some, uh...tomb, I think? Like open caskets and sarcophagi...with nothing inside?” the quokka who served the slop they called food, a microwave expert as his task descriptive told on his nametag. Perhaps not the best to ask the question too, but time was ever an issue with trouble arising on Mobius all the time and the Diamond Cutters always needed. “Thing is, uh...they haven't been up in a while? Like at all? They found the thing, discussed it around microwaved Cordon Bleu chicken and went back...and nothing new since.”

“Thank you...Barry...that will be all,” Lanolin answered, looking at the rather messy writing on that nametag if only to be correct and polite with his name. This answered why, despite calling it in and asking for reinforcement, they hadn't been waiting for her with higher numbers and a proper report. There was the chef and...yeah, that was it. Prescient of them to ask for assistance given their missing status now.

The site in itself was bordering the limit between the Sandopolis and the Lava Reef Zones, two rather warm places she'd rather not stay in too long. Her wooly fluff and hair certainly never made it so she catched a cold, though in situations like this it was much too warm for comfort. Still she took it upon herself, as she often did, and braved the possible danger ahead, bell and Wisp at the ready, Maggie here with her. She was never truly alone, which was ever a relief.

While not a history or cultural buff, she could certainly notice quickly enough that this was no Echidna ruin nor could it be associated with Eggman's usual shenanigans. No dreadlocked individual nor copious logos and iconography of the bad doctor to be found. Judging by the dust, the brushes and many tools laid there, they had been in the middle of carefully removing the dirt and cataloguing things before they just straight-up disappeared. Something perhaps feline judging by the ears and tail...but then again she was no expert and suppositions wasn't why she was there in the first place.

The ruins themselves were easy to navigate, the path paved with a few broken statues and chambers completely sealed off by an extreme amount of sand and soil getting in the way. Yet, the archaeologists had gone through the way of least resistance as it led to the main hall and chamber. A throne room of some kind, a small stairway leading to a tall seat which had seen better days...and in front a flawless pedestal upon which resided a lamp. A golden, intricate lamp upon which amethysts and quartz-colored diamonds were placated upon. The sarcophagi's and caskets that Barry had heard about were all lined up there...yet they weren't open as stated. No, they were all closed, whatever laid inside hidden from view.

“Alright Maggie...let's try to see if there's anything else located within...” Lanolin suggested, the Wisp getting out from the bell attached to the sheep's neckline. Employing reverberations in order to locate anomalies, empty space and even intrusions with echoes, this revealed rather rapidly that the caskets were all filled with living, breathing beings. The slight off-color sonar shared this important tidbit with Lanolin who rushed towards the containers first and foremost.

A grave error on her part.

This had been the seat of a great queen, a sorceress and djinn-touched individual who reigned even prior to the Echidnas in her own little corner of Mobius. An ancient empire of sort, albeit more insular to the Sandopolis area, had been completely left out from the history books due to the hidden nature of their remains. Salomei the magnificent was a vain individual and the last ruler of her dynasty before an experiment in the arcane, with other worlds and with power beyond comprehension sealed her within a most simplistic albeit superbly-decorated object: a lamp.

Her domain was small even though her own might was on a cosmic level. Many rules within her imprisonment made it so she could not act until certain requirements were met, either harm or intrusion being proper context for the unleashing of her abilities and capabilities. For centuries if not a millenium had she not met another living soul, yet through sheer hope, obstinate resolve and not a small amount of pride did she retain her sanity...for one day she'd get an opportunity. And thankfully for her she had gotten plenty alright. Even another this time in the form of a sheep invading her much-diminished queendom.

Clueless about the danger she was in, Lanolin still had the time to push open one of the sarcophagi, revealing that within could be found Professor Koatikook...a koala scholar and archaeologist of some age, renowned for his expertise and for his unique teaching methods. Yet even though he seemed unharmed was he possessed with the silliest of looks on his face alongside a most unnatural phenomenon: his tongue sticking out, drool down on his chin and pink spirals emanating from his entire eyes. Oblivious, empty-headed, she waved her hand in front of him and tried to call out his name. “Professo-”

She didn't even have the time to finish that two-words question that she felt a presence, an eerie and overwhelming energy filling the room. She turned around and had no opportunity to even try defending herself that whoever or whatever was sealed came straight at her...and through to her core. It was a shock, a complete surprise as she struggled against an invisible enemy, though one aspect she did notice as warmth alongside shivers filled her was pink smoke erupting from the lamp that she had ignored in favor of the sarcophagi and caskets. A magic lamp...because of course.

“Why yes, of course. I am djinn-blooded, a descendant of those mighty beings who could wreck kingdoms and grant miracles...I awakened to my potential, only for it to be accompanied by its curse,” a voice could be heard within her own mind. An intrusion, an unwelcome guest whose every syllable shook something within Lanolin's entire body. Vibrations, both pleasant and unpleasant, made her shiver and tremble as her own self began to float above the ground. Flashes of pink went on to emerge not just within her sight but also in her mind, in her imagination. Whatever thought she tried to conjure was tinted in such hues, soon blinded by this garrish color, any plan she could muster up silenced not by words but by tints. “Hmmm...either you were selfless or you were trying to pillage something like those fools prior. Either way, you are now mine as retribution...and what a lovely, lovely prize you are~”

That voice wasn't laying off, reverberations akin to the sonar employed by Maggie albeit only located within her body went on to be felt. Lanolin tried to say something, anything, to scream and yet it was no use as the pink just did not let go for a second. It was on her tongue, on her wool, upon her stomach and even inside her small horns now. It permeated her, seeping like tender though invasive tendrils as she began to feel lighter, detached, unable to do anything about it until she dissociated...on a purely literal level.

It was no trick of the mind, no actual illusion but a real and uncanny phenomenon as she floated beside herself. Disembodied, a spirit roaming alongside its physical form, ejected from the flesh it inhabited. She tried to lift a finger, to float or swim or fly to her own shell, to who she was and yet that body of hers was neither immobile nor vacant. It opened her eyes, its eyes now as a rather satisfied smug grin appeared upon those lips.

“My my...a true treasure this one. Fit, young, strong but also extremely well-endowed. What a proper tribute to the queen of queens~” this Lanolin said, able to see the spiritual remain of the original sheep who was lingering there, gently quaking as she basked in pink. Hands roamed upon the physique that had been overtaken, greatly enjoying the curves, smoothness and fluff that had been claimed. “It almost put my former beauty to shame...almost~”

The pink pulsated now, throbbing with desire that was drilled into her as Lanolin felt helpless and powerless...yet not afraid somehow. There was a growing sense of lethargy which enhanced itself by the second, the colors eventually coalescing into a most simple yet magnificent pattern: a spiral. It spun inside her thoughts, within her knowledge, through her imagination as it swallowed everything it could. Magic of the purest and most unfathomable kind, the likes of which very few could even know anything about: too ancient to be understood and too powerful to be countered. All Lanolin could do was obsess not only over the pink but on the swirl expanding within her mindscape.

“Oh yes, I will have fun with this. Much, much better than this old stuff koala and his...underdeveloped students. No, this is something mature and fitting for a queen~” the invasive monarch said with a smirk before then conjuring a mirror, iring herself. She tsked at the sight of the clothes, a proper overall look dissatisfying to her. “Those colors...that prude approach...no, it will not do. How could one not flaunt such a magnificent body is beyond me...”

Hooved fingertips swirled and projected sparkles and dust which went on to dissolve vestments, transmutation of fabric and destruction of the unnecessary as soon the garments worn by the original body were no more. Their replacement were salacious, completely devoid of modesty or shame as thin layers of satin stretched upon her bosom, barely covering nipples that began to pert themselves. A majorly exposed cleavage was a side-effect, the previous green military vest doing nothing to flaunt such titillating spectacle the sheep could showcased. Long skintight fingerless gloves and tall leggings of the same black, latex-like material covered arms and legs up to a certain point, leaving thighs and shoulders bare as large bracers of gold and amethysts acted as stoppers around one extremity, then to both ankles and wrists as if to balance everything. Hip adornments of the same gilded material and patterns held onto a thong so tight it might as well be sacrilegous as the tip of her horns, the bangles in her fluffy hair, the bell around her neck...all were replaced by opulent jewelry while makeup of gold colored her eyelids and nails. The covering of gold and magic around that last ornament, the bell, sealed the already-mesmerized Wisp within, Maggie being much more rapidly affected by the spell than Lanolin ever was.

Lanolin could see this through the fog of the pink spiral, either a gift or a case of mockery as this was very unlike her...and yet one name began to pop out from all this as smoke began to caress her spiritual form. Salomei. This was the queen, the djinn, the goddess who had put her under such a terrible, tormenting, sensual and irresistible spell. What were once her hands, now Salomei's went on to caress her spirit, a touch of warmth and sparkling energy which began to undress her even within her own self-perception. Her own cognition of herself was what gave form to this ghostly appearance, yet now Salomei was claiming this with her corrupting and erotic .

“Hush now...you have new purpose as part of my wardrobe of flesh, little mortal. Such a sumptuous form you have and it is now mine...you should feel honored~” Salomei stated, not so much a suggestion as an invasive and memetic idea, a reverberation and loop of the notion that Lanolin, currently, was akin to attire. “You are my favorite currently, a true joy to wear...and I think I should have a little test drive after we're done~”

The pink spiral widened and retracted, a pulse that matched her heartbeat...or what she pictured it ought to be. It was a deep link, a major connection being built as her spirit, her soul, was attuning itself to the queen's magic. It paved the way to euphoria, to mindless bliss as her eyes reflected those spirals while her mouth went slack-jawed. Even the notion of decorum, of thinking that her immaterial form should show a modicum of self-respect was too much now. She was drowning in the hypnotic pattern, in the idea of being owned and being turned akin to an object for a being so much more powerful than her.

“But I am a kind and generous queen. I have been sealed without stimuli for so long...someone who gifted me such a beautiful shell ought not suffer the same fate...” Salomei said, grinning as she clapped her hands twice, producing the finest silk bandages, or the simulacrum of it, to wrap themselves up around Lanolin. They were ghostly, ethereal things and yet very real to the mesmerized, suggestible and entranced Lanolin as soon the queen gave little pushes, nudges and rubs in order to place the sheep's soul in the right position. “There, on your would-be knees...not that you even have legs currently. Doesn't that feel nice?”

It was rhetorical, but Lanolin did not have the brainpower to process this. All she could sense were how the bandages moved, slithered upon her like serpents on her skin and fur. They coiled, compacted, leaving a few near-erogenous zones uncovered if only for the warmth of their and the cold of the spiritual breeze brings contrasting stimuli. Her thighs were wrapped-up, her arms bound behind her, her chest compacted and yet stimulated through little vibrations while her neck was gently covered up. Bondage of the soul and the self, reinforced by slavish devotion instilled within each spin of the spiral. Soon did Lanolin simply not just accepted her current fate but soon relished it. Her tongue out, drool coming out, the ecstasy of being without thought and yet given pleasure made her surrender and submit as she was nothing if not something or an ex-someone for her queen and mistress to wear.

“Oh yes...your body will make for a very fine vessel...much better than that gilded cage that the lamp was~” Salomei said as she grabbed said relic before eventually employing its powers to suck up Lanolin inside. Within would the bandages contract and expand, hugging and compressing in order to bring a thrilling and inescapable delight to the sheep's soul. The lamp would ensure prolonged and immortal captivity, the reinforcing of the spells afflicting Lanolin as Salomei snapped her fingers, testing out her magic. It still worked like a charm, a freed djinn whose smarts and cunning had gifted her freedom and a new lease on both life and power. “Enjoy yourself in there...I'm gonna go have fun up above. I need to build back my queendom, my harem and my veritable army of servants. Hopefully it won't take long to find someone who can fit in either categories~”

Lanolin would not really hear this, confined inside the lamp and at the mercy of the constant erotic and hypnotic assault subjugating her spirit and soul. Removed from her self, from her ambitions and her own freedom was she captured by the throe of pleasure and bliss, captured by her basic instincts that had been refined by Salomei. As for the queen, she'd get her first subject very, very quickly...

In the form of a certain quokka “chef”.