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Dr Ssssnow: Golf Date - art by AyumiChan273
This piece is by the lovely and talented 
AyumiChan273! Her post is here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30007403/
AND, please go and appreciate her other work, especially this other Ames Sond picture she did for me: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27262103/
~
If you don't know about Ames Sond yet, or want to know more, visit this primer page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28161443/
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The picture above is a screenshot from the film 'Dr Ssssnow', the very first Ames Sond adventure, released in March of 1962.
It guest-stars a lovely faun who has been seen before as a taur, but is now in a bipedal satyr form for this acting role!
The beautiful faun called Nynia that Sond encountered at a casino earlier in the night has let herself into the serpentine spy's apartment. While she waited, she decided to get a little golf practice in, as she and the reptile had agreed on a golf date tomorrow. She also _just so happened_ to remove her formal gown and slip into something a little more comfortable-- the naga's pyjama top! Sond owns no pyjama bottoms for obvious reasons, so the woman waiting for him is just as devoid of pants as the python always is.
The scene in question is transcribed below:
~
(There's more to this story before this point! If you wish to read Sond's initial encounter with Miss Nynia Treech at the casino, go here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28227522/ )
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As he finally entered his apartment at slightly past 4:00, Sond's mind was cycling through all the could remember from the last time he had been in Jamaica. M had given him a ticket for a 7 a.m. flight heading to the island nation. He was to investigate the disappearance of their man there, Strangways.
The serpent used his tail to tiredly push his front door shut, blocking out the brightly lit hallway behind him. He was loathe to turn on the light in his own green-walled and white-trimmed vestibule, his eyes yearning for darkness, and his coils for a bed.. if only for a few hours, before it was off to the airport. As comfortable as he was in his tailored tuxedo, he longed to doff it, and sleep.
First, though, he had to eat. There would be no time for food later, and the long night of gambling and this sudden unexpected business had left him famished. He crossed toward his kitchen, dropping his coat and hat in a heap on a vacant chair on the way. Such a piece furniture was decorative for the python, given he would never need it himself.
Just before he reached the galley's door, he heard a muffled thump from beyond a door behind him. His bedroom! He slunk into the space of a corner that lay near his kitchen's entryway. Before he finished tucking his coils in on themselves, his hand had glided under the breast of his tuxedo coat. He drew out the Walther PPK he had just been issued, in place of his old Beretta.
Had his place of residence been compromised? Who could it have been? The Russians? That Italian crime family from a few years past? A cavalcade of criminals and rival agents flooded through his head as he turned off the light again. A clear beam shone from under his bedroom door, and he heard another thump. Was the intruder searching for something, and not lying in wait for him? He could get the drop on them, but he would have to be quick about it. Every second he spent out in his front hall was another wherein they could detect his presence.
Carefully, he slid across his floor as silently as he was able, reaching for the doorknob with one hand, gun ready in the other.
Grasping the handle firmly in his claws, the serpent thrust forward, all at once, throwing the door open and springing a few feet into the room, low. He lanced inward, far below where an opponent should have been aiming. While one hand braced against the floor, his other held his pistol, pointing it up at the only substantial shape in the room.
During his inward launching, he detected an errant white shape out of the corner of his eye. Too small and slow-moving to be a threat.
All at once, Sond took in the scene. There were many small white shapes, and red ones. Practice golf-balls? And a hat of his, upturned on the ground, in the midst of the odd tableau. He had been expecting a ransacking, not sporting equipment.
It was entirely secondary to the figure that stood directly across from him, and said, "Now you've gone and made me miss!"
A long pair of brown-furred legs were central in Sond's vision, cloven hooves painted in gold at their base and otherwise totally unclad. Only the dangling hem of one of Ames' own night-shirts provided any modesty to the satyr's lower half.
Nynia Treech had just finished an attempt at chipping a ball into Sond's bowler hat. She thumped the gap wedge onto his carpet and leaned lightly on it as if it were a cane. Aside from pouting over the missed shot, the faun seemed not-at-all perturbed by her host's surprise entrance, nor the plain fact of the naga being armed and brandishing it at her.
"You must have missed me as well, and terribly, to seek me out so soon," Sond said with some amount of consternation in his tone. He drew his length back and straightened up to a height that made him look like he was kneeling in his doorway. Slowly, his gun lowered as he looked around, double-checking that all was well. He slid upward and inward, hooking his tailtip around the edge of the door to close it as he used both hands to stow his gun.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, while she sauntered nearer, crouching down to pick up one of the many plastic spheres. The naga watched the half cervine, her magnetic presence ever powerful; the unique contrast of human and deer, skin and fur. Her chosen state of dress told him that she had entered his room and had disrobed entirely, then chose to don his pyjama shirt for what he had to assume was meant to be a rather altered version of the golf date he had nearly forgotten about. The thought of her being naked in his chambers, if only for a few moments, and not while he was there - it was an intoxicating notion.
In the back of his mind, he debated whether or not he should submit a report to MI6 about a security breach, and if all the trouble of moving to another clandestine location would be worth it over Miss Treech's surprising tenacity.
"Never mind that now that you're here," Ames muttered, deciding to keep it all off the books. He'd just have to shore up things on his own.
Standing up once more, Nynia declared, "I decided to accept your invitation, is all."
"That was for--" Sond began.
"Sooner than tomorrow afternoon," the wilful woman interrupted. "I've always liked to take things faster than most," she explained, her showing up there and even the verbal cut into his statement lent credence to that. "I got the impression you did too," she added, looking the long fellow up and down.
"Hmm, tell me, do you always dress this way for golf?" asked Ames, gliding forward, peering for a long while at his own shirt on her small frame. His sleeves draped down past her hands, and even with nearly the top-most button fastened, his collar created a plunging, eye-catching neckline for the satyr.
Her hair was down, her jewellery off. She lifted the golf club and played her hands around the padding at its higher end as she gazed up at him and replied. "I changed into something more comfortable. Only half of me is meant to wear clothes, after all," she said, raising her arms and prancing around on her nimble little hooves in a quick spin, her tail dancing through the air around her, brushing against some of Sond's scutes. The long shirt rode up with her lifted limbs and tail, but the snake kept a stern eye on the nymph-like woman's head and face. He ignored what would have surely been a lovely view of the furred curves that lay below the demi-human's dividing line.
Seeing her host's unwavering eye and his unmoved stance, Nynia paused to consider the situation. "Oh, I hope I did the right thing..?" she asked, lifting the club up once more, shifting her grip to hold onto the silvery shaft while the padded grip stood up vertically and sank slightly into Sond's shirt upon her, between her breasts.
Even when she was expressing doubt, she was tempting.
"You did the right thing, but you picked the wrong moment," Sond soothed. "I have to leave immediately." With that he reached up to grasp the club's leathery wrapping, meaning to take it from her and move things toward her departure.
In a flash, Nynia's hand was around the top of the grip, just above his scaled hold. "Oh, that's too bad," she purred, although her tone as suggestive as it was regretful. "Just as things were growing interesting again," she said, holding above and below his hand on the club and drawing nearer around that link between them. She stepped closer to him, reducing the already small space between them to nothing. As her words faded away, she tilted her head and stretched her legs to press her lips up into his own, kissing him, convincing him of just how interesting things had become.
Just how interesting _she_ was.
The kiss was long enough to be deep, but not long enough that Ames was satisfied, and Nynia knew it. She smiled as their lips drew apart, sultry brown eyes captivating the slitted ones she gazed into. "When did you say you had to leave?" she murmured to him as her shirt-cuff-obscured hands rose up to drape themselves over his shoulders.
Allowing her to move closer still, Sond swung the golf club around behind the beauty with one hand, pressing the padded portion against her back, lightly trapping her against him. He used the very tip of the grip to roll up his sleeve on the other arm and glance at his watch behind her arm. He looked back into her eyes. "Immediately." The word came reluctantly from the reptile's mouth, so much so that it was almost a question.
Her sleeve-coated hands gripped his neck and drew him close as she stretched up once more, kissing him.
Even with the case-files to review in transit, there would be time to sleep on the plane, Sond surmised. The kiss broke and he added onto his previous word in much the same way he and Miss Treech had with their names, back in the casino.
"Almost immediately."
~~~
Amethystine/Ames Sond 00S © to Amethystine
Ninian/Nynia © to WhiteMantis
James Bond 007 and related IP © to Ian Fleming, Albert R Broccoli's EON Productions and MGM
AyumiChan273! Her post is here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30007403/AND, please go and appreciate her other work, especially this other Ames Sond picture she did for me: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27262103/
~
If you don't know about Ames Sond yet, or want to know more, visit this primer page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28161443/
-
The picture above is a screenshot from the film 'Dr Ssssnow', the very first Ames Sond adventure, released in March of 1962.
It guest-stars a lovely faun who has been seen before as a taur, but is now in a bipedal satyr form for this acting role!
The beautiful faun called Nynia that Sond encountered at a casino earlier in the night has let herself into the serpentine spy's apartment. While she waited, she decided to get a little golf practice in, as she and the reptile had agreed on a golf date tomorrow. She also _just so happened_ to remove her formal gown and slip into something a little more comfortable-- the naga's pyjama top! Sond owns no pyjama bottoms for obvious reasons, so the woman waiting for him is just as devoid of pants as the python always is.
The scene in question is transcribed below:
~
(There's more to this story before this point! If you wish to read Sond's initial encounter with Miss Nynia Treech at the casino, go here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28227522/ )
-
As he finally entered his apartment at slightly past 4:00, Sond's mind was cycling through all the could remember from the last time he had been in Jamaica. M had given him a ticket for a 7 a.m. flight heading to the island nation. He was to investigate the disappearance of their man there, Strangways.
The serpent used his tail to tiredly push his front door shut, blocking out the brightly lit hallway behind him. He was loathe to turn on the light in his own green-walled and white-trimmed vestibule, his eyes yearning for darkness, and his coils for a bed.. if only for a few hours, before it was off to the airport. As comfortable as he was in his tailored tuxedo, he longed to doff it, and sleep.
First, though, he had to eat. There would be no time for food later, and the long night of gambling and this sudden unexpected business had left him famished. He crossed toward his kitchen, dropping his coat and hat in a heap on a vacant chair on the way. Such a piece furniture was decorative for the python, given he would never need it himself.
Just before he reached the galley's door, he heard a muffled thump from beyond a door behind him. His bedroom! He slunk into the space of a corner that lay near his kitchen's entryway. Before he finished tucking his coils in on themselves, his hand had glided under the breast of his tuxedo coat. He drew out the Walther PPK he had just been issued, in place of his old Beretta.
Had his place of residence been compromised? Who could it have been? The Russians? That Italian crime family from a few years past? A cavalcade of criminals and rival agents flooded through his head as he turned off the light again. A clear beam shone from under his bedroom door, and he heard another thump. Was the intruder searching for something, and not lying in wait for him? He could get the drop on them, but he would have to be quick about it. Every second he spent out in his front hall was another wherein they could detect his presence.
Carefully, he slid across his floor as silently as he was able, reaching for the doorknob with one hand, gun ready in the other.
Grasping the handle firmly in his claws, the serpent thrust forward, all at once, throwing the door open and springing a few feet into the room, low. He lanced inward, far below where an opponent should have been aiming. While one hand braced against the floor, his other held his pistol, pointing it up at the only substantial shape in the room.
During his inward launching, he detected an errant white shape out of the corner of his eye. Too small and slow-moving to be a threat.
All at once, Sond took in the scene. There were many small white shapes, and red ones. Practice golf-balls? And a hat of his, upturned on the ground, in the midst of the odd tableau. He had been expecting a ransacking, not sporting equipment.
It was entirely secondary to the figure that stood directly across from him, and said, "Now you've gone and made me miss!"
A long pair of brown-furred legs were central in Sond's vision, cloven hooves painted in gold at their base and otherwise totally unclad. Only the dangling hem of one of Ames' own night-shirts provided any modesty to the satyr's lower half.
Nynia Treech had just finished an attempt at chipping a ball into Sond's bowler hat. She thumped the gap wedge onto his carpet and leaned lightly on it as if it were a cane. Aside from pouting over the missed shot, the faun seemed not-at-all perturbed by her host's surprise entrance, nor the plain fact of the naga being armed and brandishing it at her.
"You must have missed me as well, and terribly, to seek me out so soon," Sond said with some amount of consternation in his tone. He drew his length back and straightened up to a height that made him look like he was kneeling in his doorway. Slowly, his gun lowered as he looked around, double-checking that all was well. He slid upward and inward, hooking his tailtip around the edge of the door to close it as he used both hands to stow his gun.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, while she sauntered nearer, crouching down to pick up one of the many plastic spheres. The naga watched the half cervine, her magnetic presence ever powerful; the unique contrast of human and deer, skin and fur. Her chosen state of dress told him that she had entered his room and had disrobed entirely, then chose to don his pyjama shirt for what he had to assume was meant to be a rather altered version of the golf date he had nearly forgotten about. The thought of her being naked in his chambers, if only for a few moments, and not while he was there - it was an intoxicating notion.
In the back of his mind, he debated whether or not he should submit a report to MI6 about a security breach, and if all the trouble of moving to another clandestine location would be worth it over Miss Treech's surprising tenacity.
"Never mind that now that you're here," Ames muttered, deciding to keep it all off the books. He'd just have to shore up things on his own.
Standing up once more, Nynia declared, "I decided to accept your invitation, is all."
"That was for--" Sond began.
"Sooner than tomorrow afternoon," the wilful woman interrupted. "I've always liked to take things faster than most," she explained, her showing up there and even the verbal cut into his statement lent credence to that. "I got the impression you did too," she added, looking the long fellow up and down.
"Hmm, tell me, do you always dress this way for golf?" asked Ames, gliding forward, peering for a long while at his own shirt on her small frame. His sleeves draped down past her hands, and even with nearly the top-most button fastened, his collar created a plunging, eye-catching neckline for the satyr.
Her hair was down, her jewellery off. She lifted the golf club and played her hands around the padding at its higher end as she gazed up at him and replied. "I changed into something more comfortable. Only half of me is meant to wear clothes, after all," she said, raising her arms and prancing around on her nimble little hooves in a quick spin, her tail dancing through the air around her, brushing against some of Sond's scutes. The long shirt rode up with her lifted limbs and tail, but the snake kept a stern eye on the nymph-like woman's head and face. He ignored what would have surely been a lovely view of the furred curves that lay below the demi-human's dividing line.
Seeing her host's unwavering eye and his unmoved stance, Nynia paused to consider the situation. "Oh, I hope I did the right thing..?" she asked, lifting the club up once more, shifting her grip to hold onto the silvery shaft while the padded grip stood up vertically and sank slightly into Sond's shirt upon her, between her breasts.
Even when she was expressing doubt, she was tempting.
"You did the right thing, but you picked the wrong moment," Sond soothed. "I have to leave immediately." With that he reached up to grasp the club's leathery wrapping, meaning to take it from her and move things toward her departure.
In a flash, Nynia's hand was around the top of the grip, just above his scaled hold. "Oh, that's too bad," she purred, although her tone as suggestive as it was regretful. "Just as things were growing interesting again," she said, holding above and below his hand on the club and drawing nearer around that link between them. She stepped closer to him, reducing the already small space between them to nothing. As her words faded away, she tilted her head and stretched her legs to press her lips up into his own, kissing him, convincing him of just how interesting things had become.
Just how interesting _she_ was.
The kiss was long enough to be deep, but not long enough that Ames was satisfied, and Nynia knew it. She smiled as their lips drew apart, sultry brown eyes captivating the slitted ones she gazed into. "When did you say you had to leave?" she murmured to him as her shirt-cuff-obscured hands rose up to drape themselves over his shoulders.
Allowing her to move closer still, Sond swung the golf club around behind the beauty with one hand, pressing the padded portion against her back, lightly trapping her against him. He used the very tip of the grip to roll up his sleeve on the other arm and glance at his watch behind her arm. He looked back into her eyes. "Immediately." The word came reluctantly from the reptile's mouth, so much so that it was almost a question.
Her sleeve-coated hands gripped his neck and drew him close as she stretched up once more, kissing him.
Even with the case-files to review in transit, there would be time to sleep on the plane, Sond surmised. The kiss broke and he added onto his previous word in much the same way he and Miss Treech had with their names, back in the casino.
"Almost immediately."
~~~
Amethystine/Ames Sond 00S © to Amethystine
Ninian/Nynia © to WhiteMantis
James Bond 007 and related IP © to Ian Fleming, Albert R Broccoli's EON Productions and MGM
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 1280 x 760px
File Size 2.04 MB
Thank you! I'm sure you've seen me in my nice clothes before, as well, and it's just a matter of once more enjoying the latest tuxedo I've slithered into, hmm?
Yes, if you read the story, you'd know that he darted in very low, to attempt to surprise the 'intruder' in his home, and be lower than where they might aim, if they were armed.
The story describes it as even lower, but then mentions he raises to what would be comparable to kneeling for a biped. The picture above is basically the kneeling moment. It's also meant to be a re-creation of this original Bond moment: https://www.dropbox.com/s/fkc49vxbz.....sFlat.png?dl=0
That screenshot was linked in the description of the picture as well, before the story segment began. I know not everyone is willing to - or has time to - read the story excerpts, but looking at the main description itself can be very useful.
The story describes it as even lower, but then mentions he raises to what would be comparable to kneeling for a biped. The picture above is basically the kneeling moment. It's also meant to be a re-creation of this original Bond moment: https://www.dropbox.com/s/fkc49vxbz.....sFlat.png?dl=0
That screenshot was linked in the description of the picture as well, before the story segment began. I know not everyone is willing to - or has time to - read the story excerpts, but looking at the main description itself can be very useful.
My apologies, it just seemed as though some clarification was in order.
Both of your first two comments had me thinking you viewed him as being too short. Typically, I have found that when someone makes a statement about a piece of art without further elaboration, they're bringing it up because it's something that seems odd or out of place to them.
So, if you knew why his height is as it appears in the art, I'm not sure why you commented as you did in those first two. I'm sure it could have solely been an observation, but now I'm truly curious as to the reason for such an observation! Please, enlighten me. :}===<
Both of your first two comments had me thinking you viewed him as being too short. Typically, I have found that when someone makes a statement about a piece of art without further elaboration, they're bringing it up because it's something that seems odd or out of place to them.
So, if you knew why his height is as it appears in the art, I'm not sure why you commented as you did in those first two. I'm sure it could have solely been an observation, but now I'm truly curious as to the reason for such an observation! Please, enlighten me. :}===<
Not too short at all; in fact, I like him being low in that manner. Snake sketches scintillate certain (and appreciated) serpent qualities such as the slithering slide shown above: "low", if you will.
I commented in the same way someone might remark how a particular aspect looks (or in this case reads as well) "cool", "nice", or "a gun!". There's nothing further than that. :0
I commented in the same way someone might remark how a particular aspect looks (or in this case reads as well) "cool", "nice", or "a gun!". There's nothing further than that. :0
Ahh, okay, cool. :}
I have to agree, I appreciate when snakes are shown in decidedly non-bipedal-related or non-bipedal-based poses or positions.
Guess it was just a matter of not expecting 'so low' to automatically be in the same vein as someone saying 'so cool', but I can see the through-line now.
I have to agree, I appreciate when snakes are shown in decidedly non-bipedal-related or non-bipedal-based poses or positions.
Guess it was just a matter of not expecting 'so low' to automatically be in the same vein as someone saying 'so cool', but I can see the through-line now.
You just have to get a better tailored suit, I'm sure. :}
Or, perhaps use some kind of fur oil to combat the floof. Like, smooth it out for the evening. *chuckles *
Anyway, thanks for the kind words! <: I hope you read this mini-Sond-scene here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29387442/ - because it's about to get a much lengthier conclusion. :D
Or, perhaps use some kind of fur oil to combat the floof. Like, smooth it out for the evening. *chuckles *
Anyway, thanks for the kind words! <: I hope you read this mini-Sond-scene here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29387442/ - because it's about to get a much lengthier conclusion. :D
Just wait until I get around to 'The Living Daylightssss' and I'll certainly get a picture of Ames Sond 00S when he was using the WA2000 at the beginning of the film! :}
[ https://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm-2hX05.....ylights+06.jpg ]
Thanks for the fave on this pic, but be sure to check out the artist's gallery too. <: [ Ayumichan273]
[ https://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm-2hX05.....ylights+06.jpg ]
Thanks for the fave on this pic, but be sure to check out the artist's gallery too. <: [
Ayumichan273] 
Thanks so much! [And thanks for the fave too! :}===<]
I hope you'll check out the other parts; this was part three of the scenes that serve as introduction to the 'Dr Ssssnow' adventure.
Part 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28227409/
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29566587/
And here's all the Ames Sond posts in general: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....Ames-Sond-00S/
I hope you'll check out the other parts; this was part three of the scenes that serve as introduction to the 'Dr Ssssnow' adventure.
Part 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28227409/
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29566587/
And here's all the Ames Sond posts in general: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....Ames-Sond-00S/
This is an adorable piece of art. I know it's a recreation of the scene, but I can't help but admire the pictures of cars and locomotives on the wall. I remember Bond saying he loves trains and we all know he likes powerful cars.
And those are some beautiful legs.
Gotta love deer.
And those are some beautiful legs.
Gotta love deer.
Looks lovely? I was referring to my writing.
In case you're referring to the artwork, that is by AyumiChan273
In case you're referring to the artwork, that is by
AyumiChan273 
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