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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49843812/*
This is an unexpected but very, very welcome gift from my friend Driplette.
Herself being a fan of lamias and Ankha, she couldn't resist doing her own take on that character as designed by Xy-Merfox
xy-merfox that I got to write a few tales for. As I saw her own version, complete with feline tail and sexy pose, I couldn't resist as well the temptation to do something about it as I just went on to write one more little story, continuing where I left things off. ;)
If you like my work (before reading the tale below), I do have a Patreon which you can check out here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now who meets Goddess Ankha? Read on and find out!
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DIVINE FASHION
Label could not quite believe why her sisters wanted to see her so urgently.
There had been a lot of things unsaid from conversations past, herself going to the city to become a fashion designer as opposed to handling the shop like Able and Mable. It had caused some friction, though nothing that couldn't be repaired or mended, time doing most of the work on their relationship as sisters. They cared for one another, eventually collaborating as Label sent her creations to their shop, which in itself had been a smart move that pleased everyone. Yet now, they had found incredible inspiration and wanted to share it, something that changed their world and would do the same for her. The fact that some words were underlined three times in red, written all in capital letters, made it certainly sound urgent as she figured now was as good a time as any to pay them a little visit.
As the Dodo Airlines plane landed at the dock of their little island community, she descended with her luggage, checking where her sisters could be. Finding them seated down in the waiting lounge, they embraced each other as they seemed different somehow. They were fixated on something, which was ever odd to see as Sable was ever shy, preferring to stay in the background and work rather than be upfront with people, but she seemed radiant. There was something different about her though, a more earnest smile which did leave an impression on Label, even though it seemed a bit...unnatural.
“Let's get you settled in the shop, in your old room. What we have to show you is there,” Mable went on to say, old habits kicking in to be the face of their business venture, the one who handled customers and the register. As they ventured on the island, many little ankh-symbol flags were flying on top of houses and buildings, along with effigies of cats and serpents. Whether or not this was related to what they had to show her, Label did notice that a few people seemed to be wearing bandages instead of actual clothes, an odd stylistic choice that she wasn't quite sure she approved of, yet then again not everyone was into fashion and the world was filled with different styles. As she looked around, everyone seemed to have the same kind of vibe as Sable, a kind of happiness that seemed out-of-place, static in its expression. Something was off here, but then again perhaps it was just her high standards as they got to the shop and both her sisters welcomed her to their living quarters just like in old times, reproduced when they moved to this secluded community. “It's waiting in your room. Do let me know what you think when you see it~”
As she carried her own belongings inside this old room of hers, a rather intriguing choice to remake despite her being gone, the many posters and books, all of her effects, were still there. A small bout of nostalgia invaded her, a cure for those weird feelings outside as it meant that they cared, that they would welcome her anytime. It was certainly quite touching, though on her small table, placed at the center of the room, stood an anomaly, an element that had never been there prior: a pot. It was big, of gold and blue, clashing severely with the tone, colors and themes as she wondered if this was actually the thing they had hinted at. She had to admit to a certain disappointment, yet as she got closer to observe it a sound echoed within that startled her for a moment.
Hisssssssss~
A serpent, by the sounds of it. This was unexpected, scary even as Label dropped on her rear and backed away, not seeing just how putting her in danger could grant her inspiration. The hissing continued, soft and changing as it got closer, from something emerging from the pot itself as if it was of surprising depth, like a black hole contained in a recipient. It built to a crescendo as music went on to emerge as well, the pot glowing a little as the whole surreal scene felt equally frightful and fascinating.
Hisssssss me-meow~
Thus did feline ears emerge, blue with gold fur within, a woman with an extended bowl cut and colors matching that of the pot she emerged in. Finely-shaped, curvaceous as her arms extended above her head the moment they were unrestrained from the edge of the pot's opening. Her expression was neutral, though not one of disinterest but rather of grace, of noble stoicism as those eyes locked on her as if she deigned to grant Label attention, this feline swaying her hips while she progressively got out of the recipient on the table. Two fine layers of bandages acted as a makeshift top, tight and yet a little loose, letting the shape of her chest be on display without being obscene or simply salacious. A fine equilibrium of sexy and classy, shoulders, midriff and many elements nude and yet not without reason. Even her jewelry, from the cobra dangling above her brow and her Egyptian collar, added to the overall tone as she gyrated her waist, turned them slowly and then rapidly to the beat of the tune still playing, perfectly-timed with it as if it followed her and not the other way around.
“Watch me. Admire me, hissssss me-meow~”
Those words stayed with Label, spoken in a way that felt they were solely meant for her as the eyes that fixated on her began to glow suddenly, a brief though not blinding flash that absorbed her attention. Gold and blue, such magnificent colors, regal and royal, warm and cold mixed together splendidly as the feline dancing so sensually, so skillfully revealed herself entirely as her waist and hips emerged from the pot, one bandage scarf around a spot where legs ought to be seen...yet instead it was a serpentine tail. Scales featuring the blue and gold, the amazing colors that went on to permeate absolutely everything, from her sight down to her taste as alien sensations invaded Label, though they were far from unpleasant.
“Your goddess has need of your talents. Listen to what I need, to the command of your divinity, hissss me-meow~”
A part of her would rebuke that statement, the audacity and arrogance that this being was a goddess and more importantly her own, yet Label felt convinced as the colors swarmed her much like the heat of arousal did. She was sublime, garbed in only the most teasing of garment and fabric as her tail kept on extending, laying on the ground as this feline got closer, this serpent hissing into her ear so that she could share her secrets, her edicts, her benediction. Rolls of that stomach, one hand tantalizingly caressing that midriff as those eyes were like beacons, guiding her down a path that wanted more and more to follow. As a fashion designer, she wanted to see the unique, the beautiful, the dashing and the bold...and this woman had it all in spades. With that tail spreading around, amplifying the blue and gold, there were no furniture, poster or any decoration, but rather this goddess of convincing allure and presence.
“I am told you design and create, imagine vestments. I am in need of this for my faithful's, my followers and servants. Become mine and raise to new heights, hissssss me-meow~”
Her journey wasn't complete though as she had so many more places to see...yet perhaps it was? After all, when would she even know that it was time to move on, to employ her knowledge? A goddess herself manifested and gave her a most holy bidding as she performed for her, rolling his and then extending one hand to touch that chin, lifting her gaze up so that their eyes would lock even further. The spirals, the gold and blue were like a sea of sumptuous and sweet promises, a calling that she ought to take seriously as Label hadn't even realized yet how slack her mouth was and how those eyes of her reflected that gaze with almost-matching speed. In awe, under a powerful trance, nothing mattered as the oddity of her sisters and the island denizens were forgotten, discarded in the light of revelation.
“You will be cherished, important and make attire for me as well as those beneath me, who follow my light and guidance, hissssss me-meow~”
Suddenly, inspiration and creativity were indeed ignited, a kindling flame rendered ablaze in passion and in the ecstasy of mindless subservience. The idea to do what this divinity told her sounded magnificent as eventually, that tail went on to wrap around her, coiling her gently yet firmly as the blue and gold swallowed her. She felt encased, into a chrysalis or even mummified through those delightful bandages as illusory visions went on to welcome her. The goddess in all the vestments that she could conjure, dancing in each one of them as the sight of those sublime sways, of those uncanny undulations had penetrated her psyche and would not be dislodged. This exoticism and mystical experience was anchored in too many layers of ambition, twisted and handled by the goddess herself for higher purpose. Dozens of those spiraling eyes gazed upon her, expecting or rather waiting for the obvious answer as Label felt jolly, downright content as she felt as if she had been fused over those magnificent colors.
“Kneel, worship me and glory shall be yours. You shall belong to me, now and forevermore, hisssss me-meow~”
The tail slithered away as by now Label felt herself getting reacquainted with reality...or rather reality as it truly was and would be from now on. She was on her knees now, a natural position in front of the goddess as her spiraling eyes latched onto that gorgeous frame, that perfect body as she got closer while the goddess waited expectantly. A gesture was to be made, a symbolism of devotion and loyalty and even part of a reward as that tantalizing midriff stood there and then she knew. Label advanced slowly, hesitantly as if this would be sacrilege to even think about it. Nevertheless the neutral stance and gaze of the feline serpent betrayed no hint of any disgust or disapproval as Label got closer and then went for it: kissing that midriff. To show affection, devotion and love while on her knees, a thank-you to such a wondrous performance felt natural, the idea implanted in her as that slick and smooth skin beneath the thin layer of fur only caused for her mind to explode in blue and gold. The covenant had been sealed as she kissed it again, then again, the goddess not doing anything to stop her as each subsequent taste got her even deeper until she was confirmed in her choice: she would stay.
Thus did the Able Sisters get reunited as befit the design of the island's own goddess. Vestments of such designs, all draped in bandages or gold and blue, sometimes both, were made as felines and serpents were the themes of choice. All of her expertise and devotion were put into her work as Label worked with both Mable and Sable to produce vestments of superb quality. Skirts, sirwal, pantaloons, bedlahs, headdresses fit for queens, bangles, bracelets, shawls, veils and the likes were all made and bought en masse, the followers of the goddess all too desirous to praise her with her blessed garments, approved by her own divine authority. Thus did Label got her big break not throughout the world, but to the right person as she went on to become someone of extreme importance.
Official designer for Goddess Ankha.
This is an unexpected but very, very welcome gift from my friend Driplette.
Herself being a fan of lamias and Ankha, she couldn't resist doing her own take on that character as designed by Xy-Merfox
xy-merfox that I got to write a few tales for. As I saw her own version, complete with feline tail and sexy pose, I couldn't resist as well the temptation to do something about it as I just went on to write one more little story, continuing where I left things off. ;)If you like my work (before reading the tale below), I do have a Patreon which you can check out here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now who meets Goddess Ankha? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
DIVINE FASHION
Label could not quite believe why her sisters wanted to see her so urgently.
There had been a lot of things unsaid from conversations past, herself going to the city to become a fashion designer as opposed to handling the shop like Able and Mable. It had caused some friction, though nothing that couldn't be repaired or mended, time doing most of the work on their relationship as sisters. They cared for one another, eventually collaborating as Label sent her creations to their shop, which in itself had been a smart move that pleased everyone. Yet now, they had found incredible inspiration and wanted to share it, something that changed their world and would do the same for her. The fact that some words were underlined three times in red, written all in capital letters, made it certainly sound urgent as she figured now was as good a time as any to pay them a little visit.
As the Dodo Airlines plane landed at the dock of their little island community, she descended with her luggage, checking where her sisters could be. Finding them seated down in the waiting lounge, they embraced each other as they seemed different somehow. They were fixated on something, which was ever odd to see as Sable was ever shy, preferring to stay in the background and work rather than be upfront with people, but she seemed radiant. There was something different about her though, a more earnest smile which did leave an impression on Label, even though it seemed a bit...unnatural.
“Let's get you settled in the shop, in your old room. What we have to show you is there,” Mable went on to say, old habits kicking in to be the face of their business venture, the one who handled customers and the register. As they ventured on the island, many little ankh-symbol flags were flying on top of houses and buildings, along with effigies of cats and serpents. Whether or not this was related to what they had to show her, Label did notice that a few people seemed to be wearing bandages instead of actual clothes, an odd stylistic choice that she wasn't quite sure she approved of, yet then again not everyone was into fashion and the world was filled with different styles. As she looked around, everyone seemed to have the same kind of vibe as Sable, a kind of happiness that seemed out-of-place, static in its expression. Something was off here, but then again perhaps it was just her high standards as they got to the shop and both her sisters welcomed her to their living quarters just like in old times, reproduced when they moved to this secluded community. “It's waiting in your room. Do let me know what you think when you see it~”
As she carried her own belongings inside this old room of hers, a rather intriguing choice to remake despite her being gone, the many posters and books, all of her effects, were still there. A small bout of nostalgia invaded her, a cure for those weird feelings outside as it meant that they cared, that they would welcome her anytime. It was certainly quite touching, though on her small table, placed at the center of the room, stood an anomaly, an element that had never been there prior: a pot. It was big, of gold and blue, clashing severely with the tone, colors and themes as she wondered if this was actually the thing they had hinted at. She had to admit to a certain disappointment, yet as she got closer to observe it a sound echoed within that startled her for a moment.
Hisssssssss~
A serpent, by the sounds of it. This was unexpected, scary even as Label dropped on her rear and backed away, not seeing just how putting her in danger could grant her inspiration. The hissing continued, soft and changing as it got closer, from something emerging from the pot itself as if it was of surprising depth, like a black hole contained in a recipient. It built to a crescendo as music went on to emerge as well, the pot glowing a little as the whole surreal scene felt equally frightful and fascinating.
Hisssssss me-meow~
Thus did feline ears emerge, blue with gold fur within, a woman with an extended bowl cut and colors matching that of the pot she emerged in. Finely-shaped, curvaceous as her arms extended above her head the moment they were unrestrained from the edge of the pot's opening. Her expression was neutral, though not one of disinterest but rather of grace, of noble stoicism as those eyes locked on her as if she deigned to grant Label attention, this feline swaying her hips while she progressively got out of the recipient on the table. Two fine layers of bandages acted as a makeshift top, tight and yet a little loose, letting the shape of her chest be on display without being obscene or simply salacious. A fine equilibrium of sexy and classy, shoulders, midriff and many elements nude and yet not without reason. Even her jewelry, from the cobra dangling above her brow and her Egyptian collar, added to the overall tone as she gyrated her waist, turned them slowly and then rapidly to the beat of the tune still playing, perfectly-timed with it as if it followed her and not the other way around.
“Watch me. Admire me, hissssss me-meow~”
Those words stayed with Label, spoken in a way that felt they were solely meant for her as the eyes that fixated on her began to glow suddenly, a brief though not blinding flash that absorbed her attention. Gold and blue, such magnificent colors, regal and royal, warm and cold mixed together splendidly as the feline dancing so sensually, so skillfully revealed herself entirely as her waist and hips emerged from the pot, one bandage scarf around a spot where legs ought to be seen...yet instead it was a serpentine tail. Scales featuring the blue and gold, the amazing colors that went on to permeate absolutely everything, from her sight down to her taste as alien sensations invaded Label, though they were far from unpleasant.
“Your goddess has need of your talents. Listen to what I need, to the command of your divinity, hissss me-meow~”
A part of her would rebuke that statement, the audacity and arrogance that this being was a goddess and more importantly her own, yet Label felt convinced as the colors swarmed her much like the heat of arousal did. She was sublime, garbed in only the most teasing of garment and fabric as her tail kept on extending, laying on the ground as this feline got closer, this serpent hissing into her ear so that she could share her secrets, her edicts, her benediction. Rolls of that stomach, one hand tantalizingly caressing that midriff as those eyes were like beacons, guiding her down a path that wanted more and more to follow. As a fashion designer, she wanted to see the unique, the beautiful, the dashing and the bold...and this woman had it all in spades. With that tail spreading around, amplifying the blue and gold, there were no furniture, poster or any decoration, but rather this goddess of convincing allure and presence.
“I am told you design and create, imagine vestments. I am in need of this for my faithful's, my followers and servants. Become mine and raise to new heights, hissssss me-meow~”
Her journey wasn't complete though as she had so many more places to see...yet perhaps it was? After all, when would she even know that it was time to move on, to employ her knowledge? A goddess herself manifested and gave her a most holy bidding as she performed for her, rolling his and then extending one hand to touch that chin, lifting her gaze up so that their eyes would lock even further. The spirals, the gold and blue were like a sea of sumptuous and sweet promises, a calling that she ought to take seriously as Label hadn't even realized yet how slack her mouth was and how those eyes of her reflected that gaze with almost-matching speed. In awe, under a powerful trance, nothing mattered as the oddity of her sisters and the island denizens were forgotten, discarded in the light of revelation.
“You will be cherished, important and make attire for me as well as those beneath me, who follow my light and guidance, hissssss me-meow~”
Suddenly, inspiration and creativity were indeed ignited, a kindling flame rendered ablaze in passion and in the ecstasy of mindless subservience. The idea to do what this divinity told her sounded magnificent as eventually, that tail went on to wrap around her, coiling her gently yet firmly as the blue and gold swallowed her. She felt encased, into a chrysalis or even mummified through those delightful bandages as illusory visions went on to welcome her. The goddess in all the vestments that she could conjure, dancing in each one of them as the sight of those sublime sways, of those uncanny undulations had penetrated her psyche and would not be dislodged. This exoticism and mystical experience was anchored in too many layers of ambition, twisted and handled by the goddess herself for higher purpose. Dozens of those spiraling eyes gazed upon her, expecting or rather waiting for the obvious answer as Label felt jolly, downright content as she felt as if she had been fused over those magnificent colors.
“Kneel, worship me and glory shall be yours. You shall belong to me, now and forevermore, hisssss me-meow~”
The tail slithered away as by now Label felt herself getting reacquainted with reality...or rather reality as it truly was and would be from now on. She was on her knees now, a natural position in front of the goddess as her spiraling eyes latched onto that gorgeous frame, that perfect body as she got closer while the goddess waited expectantly. A gesture was to be made, a symbolism of devotion and loyalty and even part of a reward as that tantalizing midriff stood there and then she knew. Label advanced slowly, hesitantly as if this would be sacrilege to even think about it. Nevertheless the neutral stance and gaze of the feline serpent betrayed no hint of any disgust or disapproval as Label got closer and then went for it: kissing that midriff. To show affection, devotion and love while on her knees, a thank-you to such a wondrous performance felt natural, the idea implanted in her as that slick and smooth skin beneath the thin layer of fur only caused for her mind to explode in blue and gold. The covenant had been sealed as she kissed it again, then again, the goddess not doing anything to stop her as each subsequent taste got her even deeper until she was confirmed in her choice: she would stay.
Thus did the Able Sisters get reunited as befit the design of the island's own goddess. Vestments of such designs, all draped in bandages or gold and blue, sometimes both, were made as felines and serpents were the themes of choice. All of her expertise and devotion were put into her work as Label worked with both Mable and Sable to produce vestments of superb quality. Skirts, sirwal, pantaloons, bedlahs, headdresses fit for queens, bangles, bracelets, shawls, veils and the likes were all made and bought en masse, the followers of the goddess all too desirous to praise her with her blessed garments, approved by her own divine authority. Thus did Label got her big break not throughout the world, but to the right person as she went on to become someone of extreme importance.
Official designer for Goddess Ankha.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
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