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Another title I thought about was Shankha.
I love Shantae's aesthetic, I love Ankha's vibes and reputation on the Internet (if you know, you know)...so a sudden idea suddenly popped within my brain and it couldn't/wouldn't leave: what if I mixed the two? Thus was born this little bedlah babe, this belly beauty.
The artist for this one is GAZZRR, a new find of mine who caught my eye exactly because of an Ankha illustration. I asked them to design a mash-up and they delivered greatly here. The colors, the little touches like the bandages while also respecting the color palette is nothing short of genius. If you like this, I could definitely recommend commissioning them: https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/j.....Open-924160554
And if you like my work and want to support me, participate in a monthly bonus story or bi-weekly CYOA chapter creation, you can do so on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now just why is she dressed like this? Read on and find out!
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HALF-GENIE ANKHA
Pumpkin Jack had come to the island.
It was Halloween and everyone was disguised, enjoying this spooky celebration coming in the middle of Autumn. The air was chilly not just with a little late wind, but also with mild horror as those who did come out to celebrate this event went on to haunt the plaza near the town hall. Isabelle was dressed as a witch, Tom Nook was an imp, Goldie was a ninja and so forth as the entire month of October had been filled with preparations for this one evening and night. Tricks and treats were up in the air and it was indeed a jolly good time.
You did get a nice costume from the Able sisters and you did go on and buy quite a few candies to participate, to have as much fun as you can. This is only once per year, after all, and as such you ought to make the most of it. As you observe and admire the many clever and amusing ensembles that people went on to wear for the occasion, there is one of the denizens of the island that definitely seems to have gone all in surprisingly: Ankha. She seems to be dressed as a...belly dancer? Genie? There's a little exotic flair to it, even more than usual given this particular feline, yet it looks very good on her as she mingles with the others who all seem to share your appreciation for this rather...sexy getup.
“What am I dressed as? Why, I suppose this character isn't known to just about everyone, me-meow,” Ankha respond to your question, managing to catch her attention while also somehow having her all to yourself. You look at her deep-blue pantaloons, her curved slippers, that bandage top and cuffs, her golden jewelry and that particularly long ponytail and it suits her immensely well. The fact that you can see her bare midriff and her curves does also make her look stunning as with her bandages or regular white dress...you'd never have suspected she looked so good. “It's Shantae, a half-genie heroine from a game series. She dances something from where I come from, baladi. I took quite a liking to her, me-meow.”
Her dressing as a belly dancer is a surprise, to be sure, as she is usually a little more reserved and modest. You always figured out to be perhaps a little pompous, perhaps even acting with disdain with others yet seeing her chat others up while costumed like this does change the way you perceive the exotic feline. She looks at you from top to bottom, inspecting you silently much like you did with her as she then do something that you never expected her to do in a million years. She dances.
“Have a look at how it helps with moves and the flow, me-meow,” Ankha says matter-of-factly, as if this wasn't the weirdest yet also strangely appealing thing to behold. A few are looking her way, for good reasons, as she shows just how nimble she can be and you see a whole new side of herself. The way her hips flow like water, undulating and bending to amplify her natural curves, how her abdomen can send waves of tantalizing flesh and fur, the way her hair swish and that neutral, confident glimmer in her eyes and in her expression tell that she does not hesitate to do display her prowess. She twirls slowly, bump and shake her hips, bend her lower back and move her arms in snake-like fashion, the whole deal. People applaud, whistle for more as she steals the show and everyone's gaze. “And that is how this character dances in her games.”
You applaud as well, a smile on your face as you try not to get her all to yourself, especially with all the others who have been awed by her performance. You go to others, give them candy and they hand you furniture and special recipes, sometimes even a lollipop and it's a jolly good time...yet you feel someone staring at you intently. It's a heavy feeling, something eerie and definitely not filled with positive vibes as you slowly turn around only to realize that it's Ankha. Her expression remains neutral as always, unmoving, yet it would be foolish to dismiss the fact that there's some kind of weird magic around her that only you seem to be able to see as she cross the distance to meet you. It's as if you were alone with her even with the crowd around as she crosses her arms while standing right in front of you, intimidating despite her getup or her size.
“I see you hold no value to what I just did, me-meow. Need I remind you what event this is and how it works, me-meow?” she says, her voice filled with a certain anger that try to pass itself as righteous. Indignant, expecting something, you're just left confused and perhaps even a little afraid as she sees that you don't even realize what is wrong. “Of course, I shall have to explain it. I treated you to something nice and you ought to do the same, don't you think?”
Something nice? A treat? You try to guess what she means, but then it dawns on you that she probably means the dance. You're not quite sure what she's getting at, given that it's usually DIY recipes, furniture, clothing or even lollipops that are exchanged as you explain it to her, if only to rationalize your actions, but this only ignites her fury more.
“Oh, so you think this was no treat and that you were entitled to this, me-meow?” she responds, insulted as something within her seems to be charging, the intense magic radiating as no one else notice this but you. She is imposing now, an exotic yet mighty beauty that sees her own radiance used against you as your perceptions shifts to make it seem like she is towering over you. It's an intense feeling, one that make you mumble and lose track of your own thoughts and words. “Well then...I think a trick is what you really have earned then. You shall make amends, this I promise, me-meow...”
Before you can even say a word in your defense, whatever she was charged is unleashed as her eyes goes on to fill with swirls of gold and blue, her own colors. It is a quick manifestation, immediately overwhelming as everything around her goes on to get swallowed in those tones, her royal shades and tinting making it so nothing is left intact save for her. Keeping her arms crossed below her chest, she shimmies her hips in an especially rapid manner, only adding to the effect of her own presence. It is disquieting, unyielding, a true barrage of multiple sensations projected upon you. From her regal and appealing look to her unfathomable and well-hidden power, nothing is restrained as soon hieroglyphs and ankh symbols pop out on her side, as if imprinting themselves upon your own psyche. The rapid shimmies seems to mellow you down, seeing her as this colossal figure who could crush you with naught but a single gesture...yet also the one who seduce you while she is also threatening. She is too much to contend with, your world spinning around and centered around this huge Ankha dressed like this...this character whose name you don't even remember. Yet here you can't be blamed, your mind feeling like sludge shaped up by Ankha's ominous spell.
Soon it feels like your body is failing you, making you get on your knees as she seems all the more dominant, divinely powerful as her eyes are like two beacons, two suns of blue and gold that bask you in their own rays. Her midriff is like a small mountain, expertly-sculpted as you estimate you could even fit completely in her navel by now. Still her expression remains the same, haughty and composed, you somehow turning into swirls as well as nothing makes sense save for her, save for Ankha and her exquisite costume. You lose grip of reality, of everything that matters...
SNAP!
And yet you're still upright, still in front of the Town Hall, with no one seemingly seeing all that happened as odd? Was it all in your mind, some kind of trick of the light or just a trippy little illusion? You're not sure, yet Ankha is still in front of you, still in the same position as you get back to reality, regain your senses and just figure that you might need to get back home and catch an early night if you're imagining such wild things.
“Not so fast. Return in front of me at once, me-meow,” Ankha says, her voice rather impetuous and demanding. You decide to ignore her, not quite sure you want to spend any more time with that feline, yet the moment you take this decision and attempt to act upon it, her own gaze ignites anew within your spirit, bombarding you with those swirls again. It's a mighty kind of blow, numbing your brain and making you obey that command right here and there as you figure that this must be her spell somehow. “Now be silent and listen to me and to my commands. You shall go forth and apologize properly for this affront on my being and my generosity. You shall do this by going trick-and-treating as you should...and then return to me posthaste. Is that clear, me-meow?”
You nod if only to get her off your back as you figure that you could always sneak away and go to sleep, skip all the festivities. You try to do so by going to your home as you move past one of the villagers, Raymond, yet the moment you get a few steps away from him Ankha's spell activate. The swirls, her gaze, her face...it is too much to bear and so you understand that disobedience shall be punished. It is not harmful, not even stressful...but it is overwhelming and give you a slight dizziness that you could do without. The colors and the gal behind them are pretty enough...but they feel forced upon you. So you go to Raymond and then give him a treat, making him smile as he hands over a little Halloween-themed chair for you. Business as usual as doing as she says goes on to grant you an opposite yet also eerily similar reaction: you see her dance anew.
Her sensual undulations of her belly, her shimmies, her brushing on the side with her waist and hips, how she made her paws and forearms bend as if they had no bones within...all of it, all at once. It's certainly shocking to witness, yet that sight seems much less of a punishment rather than a recompense. The way it shall be for now are quite simple: obey and be rewarded...or deny Ankha and be reprimanded. You sigh as you try to figure out a way out of this, if only because you do believe that this was merely a misunderstanding and Ankha acting impulsively on the matter. Yet still you figure you might as well enjoy this holiday to the fullest while you cogitate on the matter.
So you go through villagers and shops, exchanging treats and each time you do the dancing continues in your head. It is a joyful, seductive thing that is somewhat accompanied by the blue and gold, those colors that are starting to get overly charged with various meanings, both positive and negative. Her hair swinging like a pendulum, that rear of hers bumped to the sides, her gyrations and spins accompanied by twirls, it's hard not to appreciate them as each subsequent visit to villagers and even to some of the shopkeepers and officials make it seem better and better. On the opposite end of the spectrum, you try to talk to others about what Ankha tried to do to you and the sheer thought of trying to rebel against this makes her eyes flash and swirl. It's a hypnotic blast, a remembrance of your place and the consequences of your actions as you seem more and more helpless before her...and part of you begins not only to acknowledge that, but also to oddly appreciate it.
You're not quite certain when it started, but after a few visits and trick-or-treating exchanges you feel giddy about that dance, about this costume. Ankha looks so good in it, you think and while you did believe this to be true before, it goes double and even triple before long. She is exquisite as each little piece of clothing, each recipe and furniture is granted to you alongside those visions. This is what obeying feels like, you ponder and notice as it is a logical conclusion. Soon, the thought of even going against that goes away in favor of experiencing those delightful dance illusions again. It is addictive, intoxicating and soon unbeknownst to you a smile form on your face. It is a silly-looking one, a mindless little grin that accompanies eyes that are half-closed. People try to see if you're okay, but you respond automatically that everything's fine as you finally give the last piece of candy you had and pick up the accompanying treat...with the bed being but secondary to the dance. Then you recall that Ankha wanted to see you after as you go to meet her while she's talking to Isabelle, enjoying herself.
“If you'll excuse me for a moment. I think I need some time alone with our friend here, me-meow,” Ankha goes on to say to the witch-garbed damsel, only to then move and you follow her like a puppy. Looking at her after all of this takes your breath away, her magnificence exponentially more obvious as just staring for a few moments make the swirls manifest in your brain. As you go to a secluded area close to her home, she turns around as seeing her midriff, her beauty and her gaze makes you fall on your knees, unable to contend with such raw radiance. “It seems my spell has been quite effective on you. Very good. Now, give me everything you collected, every single items, me-meow.”
This is the result of your hard toil, things that technically you own due to your own efforts...yet you can't disobey her. You know this quite well, the lesson ingrained within as you give each individual items by hand, still on your knees...and each time you do you're bombarded with the same euphoria, the bliss that you can't get enough from now. It seems even stronger while she is there, watching, observing your submission to her spell as you look at her and see a true goddess made flesh. You place everything at her feet while she looks down on you as swirls of blue and gold fills your mind, your eyes, your senses...and you smile while also drooling. The twist of her hips, how she drops them, how she spin her wrists and beckon you with her paws while also shaking her chest...all of it you get to experience while she stands straight and tall, unmoving and retaining the same cold expression that you've grown to love. Her gaze is piercing, all-encompassing and without even realizing it you've continued to offer tribute.
Your shovel, your own clothes, your Bells, everything in your pockets is gifted to her without restraint as each time you do it just fills you with more hypnotic bliss. You barely realize what is going on and you don't care so long as you get to do what Ankha wants. It is primordial to you now, linked deeply to your satisfaction, your happiness and your pleasure. There is no shame, no hesitation, no humiliation, only purpose in this act and you seem lost forever until Ankha starts speaking again...and you listen.
“Hmmm...had I known you were so enamored with my form and with that kind of power being exerted upon you, I might have reconsidered my punishment...but what's done is done, me-meow,” Ankha states as she looks at everything being given to her, than back to you. She sees through your acts, through your soul and even manages a small smile that quickly goes away as things turned out much better than expected from her own perspective. “I think by now you've more than made amends for your transgressions. In fact, I might give you one more treat...how about you become my servant, me-meow?”
She voices it as a choice, which means you still have the option to refuse. She even said, in an indirect way, that you've corrected your misdeeds. You could return back to how things were, discard this spell you're under and move on...yet you're in too deep now. You've tasted her influence, basked in her aura and seen her true allure, her hidden mesmerizing talents and you can't go back. Pretending that this didn't happen and that it was delightful is simply impossible as Ankha keeps on talking.
“You shall refer to me as mistress from now on and you shall do as you're told. I'll keep the spell up and perhaps even enhance it bit by bit should you prove yourself competent, loyal and entirely devoted to me, me-meow,” Ankha says, not even waiting for you to answer given your lack of response. She knows of your predicament, of your feeble mental faculties right now and makes the decision for you...as is her right from here on out. “Stay on your knees and kiss my belly as your first act as my own property...me-meow~”
You do as she says and start doing nothing else but whatever she has in mind for the time being. The vision of her dressed as Shantae, a character she made you study deeply by making you play all her games and so forth, is firmly entrenched within your psyche. Ankha is deeply linked to that outfit as even after Halloween you still see her dressed like this, a privilege granted to you by the one you occasionally call goddess, mistress or queen whenever you two are alone. Some believe this to be a romance between the two of you and they aren't entirely wrong...yet the nature of your relationship is more between a mistress and her slave. Ankha is your entire world from this day and not a single moment pass without you thinking about her. She rewards you by dressing up as Shantae sometimes, dancing for you and further refining your hypnotic trance as well as your instructions...and you mindlessly let her because you adore and worship her.
And you wouldn't have it any other way from now on.
Another title I thought about was Shankha.
I love Shantae's aesthetic, I love Ankha's vibes and reputation on the Internet (if you know, you know)...so a sudden idea suddenly popped within my brain and it couldn't/wouldn't leave: what if I mixed the two? Thus was born this little bedlah babe, this belly beauty.
The artist for this one is GAZZRR, a new find of mine who caught my eye exactly because of an Ankha illustration. I asked them to design a mash-up and they delivered greatly here. The colors, the little touches like the bandages while also respecting the color palette is nothing short of genius. If you like this, I could definitely recommend commissioning them: https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/j.....Open-924160554
And if you like my work and want to support me, participate in a monthly bonus story or bi-weekly CYOA chapter creation, you can do so on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now just why is she dressed like this? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
HALF-GENIE ANKHA
Pumpkin Jack had come to the island.
It was Halloween and everyone was disguised, enjoying this spooky celebration coming in the middle of Autumn. The air was chilly not just with a little late wind, but also with mild horror as those who did come out to celebrate this event went on to haunt the plaza near the town hall. Isabelle was dressed as a witch, Tom Nook was an imp, Goldie was a ninja and so forth as the entire month of October had been filled with preparations for this one evening and night. Tricks and treats were up in the air and it was indeed a jolly good time.
You did get a nice costume from the Able sisters and you did go on and buy quite a few candies to participate, to have as much fun as you can. This is only once per year, after all, and as such you ought to make the most of it. As you observe and admire the many clever and amusing ensembles that people went on to wear for the occasion, there is one of the denizens of the island that definitely seems to have gone all in surprisingly: Ankha. She seems to be dressed as a...belly dancer? Genie? There's a little exotic flair to it, even more than usual given this particular feline, yet it looks very good on her as she mingles with the others who all seem to share your appreciation for this rather...sexy getup.
“What am I dressed as? Why, I suppose this character isn't known to just about everyone, me-meow,” Ankha respond to your question, managing to catch her attention while also somehow having her all to yourself. You look at her deep-blue pantaloons, her curved slippers, that bandage top and cuffs, her golden jewelry and that particularly long ponytail and it suits her immensely well. The fact that you can see her bare midriff and her curves does also make her look stunning as with her bandages or regular white dress...you'd never have suspected she looked so good. “It's Shantae, a half-genie heroine from a game series. She dances something from where I come from, baladi. I took quite a liking to her, me-meow.”
Her dressing as a belly dancer is a surprise, to be sure, as she is usually a little more reserved and modest. You always figured out to be perhaps a little pompous, perhaps even acting with disdain with others yet seeing her chat others up while costumed like this does change the way you perceive the exotic feline. She looks at you from top to bottom, inspecting you silently much like you did with her as she then do something that you never expected her to do in a million years. She dances.
“Have a look at how it helps with moves and the flow, me-meow,” Ankha says matter-of-factly, as if this wasn't the weirdest yet also strangely appealing thing to behold. A few are looking her way, for good reasons, as she shows just how nimble she can be and you see a whole new side of herself. The way her hips flow like water, undulating and bending to amplify her natural curves, how her abdomen can send waves of tantalizing flesh and fur, the way her hair swish and that neutral, confident glimmer in her eyes and in her expression tell that she does not hesitate to do display her prowess. She twirls slowly, bump and shake her hips, bend her lower back and move her arms in snake-like fashion, the whole deal. People applaud, whistle for more as she steals the show and everyone's gaze. “And that is how this character dances in her games.”
You applaud as well, a smile on your face as you try not to get her all to yourself, especially with all the others who have been awed by her performance. You go to others, give them candy and they hand you furniture and special recipes, sometimes even a lollipop and it's a jolly good time...yet you feel someone staring at you intently. It's a heavy feeling, something eerie and definitely not filled with positive vibes as you slowly turn around only to realize that it's Ankha. Her expression remains neutral as always, unmoving, yet it would be foolish to dismiss the fact that there's some kind of weird magic around her that only you seem to be able to see as she cross the distance to meet you. It's as if you were alone with her even with the crowd around as she crosses her arms while standing right in front of you, intimidating despite her getup or her size.
“I see you hold no value to what I just did, me-meow. Need I remind you what event this is and how it works, me-meow?” she says, her voice filled with a certain anger that try to pass itself as righteous. Indignant, expecting something, you're just left confused and perhaps even a little afraid as she sees that you don't even realize what is wrong. “Of course, I shall have to explain it. I treated you to something nice and you ought to do the same, don't you think?”
Something nice? A treat? You try to guess what she means, but then it dawns on you that she probably means the dance. You're not quite sure what she's getting at, given that it's usually DIY recipes, furniture, clothing or even lollipops that are exchanged as you explain it to her, if only to rationalize your actions, but this only ignites her fury more.
“Oh, so you think this was no treat and that you were entitled to this, me-meow?” she responds, insulted as something within her seems to be charging, the intense magic radiating as no one else notice this but you. She is imposing now, an exotic yet mighty beauty that sees her own radiance used against you as your perceptions shifts to make it seem like she is towering over you. It's an intense feeling, one that make you mumble and lose track of your own thoughts and words. “Well then...I think a trick is what you really have earned then. You shall make amends, this I promise, me-meow...”
Before you can even say a word in your defense, whatever she was charged is unleashed as her eyes goes on to fill with swirls of gold and blue, her own colors. It is a quick manifestation, immediately overwhelming as everything around her goes on to get swallowed in those tones, her royal shades and tinting making it so nothing is left intact save for her. Keeping her arms crossed below her chest, she shimmies her hips in an especially rapid manner, only adding to the effect of her own presence. It is disquieting, unyielding, a true barrage of multiple sensations projected upon you. From her regal and appealing look to her unfathomable and well-hidden power, nothing is restrained as soon hieroglyphs and ankh symbols pop out on her side, as if imprinting themselves upon your own psyche. The rapid shimmies seems to mellow you down, seeing her as this colossal figure who could crush you with naught but a single gesture...yet also the one who seduce you while she is also threatening. She is too much to contend with, your world spinning around and centered around this huge Ankha dressed like this...this character whose name you don't even remember. Yet here you can't be blamed, your mind feeling like sludge shaped up by Ankha's ominous spell.
Soon it feels like your body is failing you, making you get on your knees as she seems all the more dominant, divinely powerful as her eyes are like two beacons, two suns of blue and gold that bask you in their own rays. Her midriff is like a small mountain, expertly-sculpted as you estimate you could even fit completely in her navel by now. Still her expression remains the same, haughty and composed, you somehow turning into swirls as well as nothing makes sense save for her, save for Ankha and her exquisite costume. You lose grip of reality, of everything that matters...
SNAP!
And yet you're still upright, still in front of the Town Hall, with no one seemingly seeing all that happened as odd? Was it all in your mind, some kind of trick of the light or just a trippy little illusion? You're not sure, yet Ankha is still in front of you, still in the same position as you get back to reality, regain your senses and just figure that you might need to get back home and catch an early night if you're imagining such wild things.
“Not so fast. Return in front of me at once, me-meow,” Ankha says, her voice rather impetuous and demanding. You decide to ignore her, not quite sure you want to spend any more time with that feline, yet the moment you take this decision and attempt to act upon it, her own gaze ignites anew within your spirit, bombarding you with those swirls again. It's a mighty kind of blow, numbing your brain and making you obey that command right here and there as you figure that this must be her spell somehow. “Now be silent and listen to me and to my commands. You shall go forth and apologize properly for this affront on my being and my generosity. You shall do this by going trick-and-treating as you should...and then return to me posthaste. Is that clear, me-meow?”
You nod if only to get her off your back as you figure that you could always sneak away and go to sleep, skip all the festivities. You try to do so by going to your home as you move past one of the villagers, Raymond, yet the moment you get a few steps away from him Ankha's spell activate. The swirls, her gaze, her face...it is too much to bear and so you understand that disobedience shall be punished. It is not harmful, not even stressful...but it is overwhelming and give you a slight dizziness that you could do without. The colors and the gal behind them are pretty enough...but they feel forced upon you. So you go to Raymond and then give him a treat, making him smile as he hands over a little Halloween-themed chair for you. Business as usual as doing as she says goes on to grant you an opposite yet also eerily similar reaction: you see her dance anew.
Her sensual undulations of her belly, her shimmies, her brushing on the side with her waist and hips, how she made her paws and forearms bend as if they had no bones within...all of it, all at once. It's certainly shocking to witness, yet that sight seems much less of a punishment rather than a recompense. The way it shall be for now are quite simple: obey and be rewarded...or deny Ankha and be reprimanded. You sigh as you try to figure out a way out of this, if only because you do believe that this was merely a misunderstanding and Ankha acting impulsively on the matter. Yet still you figure you might as well enjoy this holiday to the fullest while you cogitate on the matter.
So you go through villagers and shops, exchanging treats and each time you do the dancing continues in your head. It is a joyful, seductive thing that is somewhat accompanied by the blue and gold, those colors that are starting to get overly charged with various meanings, both positive and negative. Her hair swinging like a pendulum, that rear of hers bumped to the sides, her gyrations and spins accompanied by twirls, it's hard not to appreciate them as each subsequent visit to villagers and even to some of the shopkeepers and officials make it seem better and better. On the opposite end of the spectrum, you try to talk to others about what Ankha tried to do to you and the sheer thought of trying to rebel against this makes her eyes flash and swirl. It's a hypnotic blast, a remembrance of your place and the consequences of your actions as you seem more and more helpless before her...and part of you begins not only to acknowledge that, but also to oddly appreciate it.
You're not quite certain when it started, but after a few visits and trick-or-treating exchanges you feel giddy about that dance, about this costume. Ankha looks so good in it, you think and while you did believe this to be true before, it goes double and even triple before long. She is exquisite as each little piece of clothing, each recipe and furniture is granted to you alongside those visions. This is what obeying feels like, you ponder and notice as it is a logical conclusion. Soon, the thought of even going against that goes away in favor of experiencing those delightful dance illusions again. It is addictive, intoxicating and soon unbeknownst to you a smile form on your face. It is a silly-looking one, a mindless little grin that accompanies eyes that are half-closed. People try to see if you're okay, but you respond automatically that everything's fine as you finally give the last piece of candy you had and pick up the accompanying treat...with the bed being but secondary to the dance. Then you recall that Ankha wanted to see you after as you go to meet her while she's talking to Isabelle, enjoying herself.
“If you'll excuse me for a moment. I think I need some time alone with our friend here, me-meow,” Ankha goes on to say to the witch-garbed damsel, only to then move and you follow her like a puppy. Looking at her after all of this takes your breath away, her magnificence exponentially more obvious as just staring for a few moments make the swirls manifest in your brain. As you go to a secluded area close to her home, she turns around as seeing her midriff, her beauty and her gaze makes you fall on your knees, unable to contend with such raw radiance. “It seems my spell has been quite effective on you. Very good. Now, give me everything you collected, every single items, me-meow.”
This is the result of your hard toil, things that technically you own due to your own efforts...yet you can't disobey her. You know this quite well, the lesson ingrained within as you give each individual items by hand, still on your knees...and each time you do you're bombarded with the same euphoria, the bliss that you can't get enough from now. It seems even stronger while she is there, watching, observing your submission to her spell as you look at her and see a true goddess made flesh. You place everything at her feet while she looks down on you as swirls of blue and gold fills your mind, your eyes, your senses...and you smile while also drooling. The twist of her hips, how she drops them, how she spin her wrists and beckon you with her paws while also shaking her chest...all of it you get to experience while she stands straight and tall, unmoving and retaining the same cold expression that you've grown to love. Her gaze is piercing, all-encompassing and without even realizing it you've continued to offer tribute.
Your shovel, your own clothes, your Bells, everything in your pockets is gifted to her without restraint as each time you do it just fills you with more hypnotic bliss. You barely realize what is going on and you don't care so long as you get to do what Ankha wants. It is primordial to you now, linked deeply to your satisfaction, your happiness and your pleasure. There is no shame, no hesitation, no humiliation, only purpose in this act and you seem lost forever until Ankha starts speaking again...and you listen.
“Hmmm...had I known you were so enamored with my form and with that kind of power being exerted upon you, I might have reconsidered my punishment...but what's done is done, me-meow,” Ankha states as she looks at everything being given to her, than back to you. She sees through your acts, through your soul and even manages a small smile that quickly goes away as things turned out much better than expected from her own perspective. “I think by now you've more than made amends for your transgressions. In fact, I might give you one more treat...how about you become my servant, me-meow?”
She voices it as a choice, which means you still have the option to refuse. She even said, in an indirect way, that you've corrected your misdeeds. You could return back to how things were, discard this spell you're under and move on...yet you're in too deep now. You've tasted her influence, basked in her aura and seen her true allure, her hidden mesmerizing talents and you can't go back. Pretending that this didn't happen and that it was delightful is simply impossible as Ankha keeps on talking.
“You shall refer to me as mistress from now on and you shall do as you're told. I'll keep the spell up and perhaps even enhance it bit by bit should you prove yourself competent, loyal and entirely devoted to me, me-meow,” Ankha says, not even waiting for you to answer given your lack of response. She knows of your predicament, of your feeble mental faculties right now and makes the decision for you...as is her right from here on out. “Stay on your knees and kiss my belly as your first act as my own property...me-meow~”
You do as she says and start doing nothing else but whatever she has in mind for the time being. The vision of her dressed as Shantae, a character she made you study deeply by making you play all her games and so forth, is firmly entrenched within your psyche. Ankha is deeply linked to that outfit as even after Halloween you still see her dressed like this, a privilege granted to you by the one you occasionally call goddess, mistress or queen whenever you two are alone. Some believe this to be a romance between the two of you and they aren't entirely wrong...yet the nature of your relationship is more between a mistress and her slave. Ankha is your entire world from this day and not a single moment pass without you thinking about her. She rewards you by dressing up as Shantae sometimes, dancing for you and further refining your hypnotic trance as well as your instructions...and you mindlessly let her because you adore and worship her.
And you wouldn't have it any other way from now on.
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