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The Ankha cosplay tales continues as this time we went for the lesser-known Rouge.
GAZZRR and I sometimes talk about which characters would fit well with the Egyptian feline and it was much to my surprise and delight that they've discovered Rouge from Power Stone, a mostly obscure and forgotten 3-D fighter with some pretty neat characters and ideas. I went on to show them the dancing scene from the anime and it was locked, this would be the costume for this newest one-shot.
If you like GAZZRR's work, do know that they take commissions https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/j.....lots-947437529
and that they have a Patreon www.patreon.com/gazzrr/posts
And if you like mine, no commissions, but I do have a Patreon as well https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now what exactly is going on here? Read on and find out!
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ANKHA'S FORTUNE
There was a fortune teller near the Town Plaza.
Asking around as to how come Katrina had been travelling there as opposed to staying on Harv's island, the answer that this wasn't her came as a major surprise. She was a feline as well, dressed in exotic garbs and many who went to her talked about her beauty and her power, their fortune told for as little as 200 Bells. A fifth of Katrina's price, the panther indeed a bit on the greedy side at times as while you don't necessarily put too much credence on such phenomenon...your curiosity did make you go closer to her tent and it only grew as you saw people go out of her temporary settlement with huge smiles on their face.
Eventually, the mystery of what she says and how she works wins against any possible reluctance as you get in line. It takes a little while and while you do try to eavesdrop, to perhaps have some clues or hints as to what she's saying and how she operates, her voice is too low to properly have any idea. Your turn does come up as you see the person right in front of you, Isabelle, gets out of the tent with the biggest and widest smile, a dream-like expression that does give out good vibes as you move past the entrance curtains...and see just who is this person.
“Greetings. Welcome to Ankha's abode, me-meow,” the feline said, one of gold-colored fur accompanied with blue, a woman of exotic looks and accent whose appearance certainly is appealing. A long blue braid with a large golden hollow heart attached to the extremity, a golden Egyptian collar around her neck, a blue top below which frame her cleavage sumptuously, along with purple pantaloons upon which a golden belt with a heart symbol is sewn upon. That is her appearance, coupled with long white gloves that hang above a crystal ball which seems to glimmer very faintly despite the absence of light, a magical effect that is overshadowed by her own beauty. Curvaceous, pristine and certainly alluring to look at, with her midriff exposed and one bag covering half of her face, her neutral expression does not come in the way of her appeal as she motions for you to sit down in front of her. “I am Ankha, the fortune-teller whose skills are unmatched. I shall ask for payment, then your future shall be known and told, me-meow.”
The 200 Bells alone are worth it just to see that beautiful feline as you hand them over without much regret. Divination might be sketchy, but her superb body certainly isn't as you give her your attention. Right here and then she hovers her hand over the crystal ball as she begins to glow, to project some patterns over the tent in the form of swirls, spirals and ankhs. The dark fabric allows for those symbols to stick and to be especially easy to notice and yet her own uncovered eye seem to shine very briefly as your own gaze locks down on that orb. Her fingers deftly brush against it, an intricate little ritual as she mumbles in a tone far below what you expected, inaudible.
“I see fascination, even obsession upcoming in your life. Something will occupy your mind, make your own spirit hyper-fixate in ways that will leave you happy, content, fulfilled even,” she says, her tone hushed as if intimate. This is meant only for your ears, a hint of your own future as the symbols, icons and images projected from the crystal ball are resorbed, coming back to their original point as they converge to its center and then are captured within its center. They try to move away, yet the crystal limits contain them and thus do you see all those looping, swirling, spinning, spiraling things right in front of you and they are mesmerizing. “Look deep into the crystal ball, commune with it. This way, you shall get a glimpse of what awaits you, of the truth, me-meow.”
You are willing to entertain this, but a part of you finds it really easy to stare and to do so deeply. You vault a little forward unwittingly, unbeknownst to yourself as this give you a new kind of perspective on things. As if Ankha herself towers over the situation, her hand hovering not just above the crystal ball, but you as well. She looks taller, more formidable, more seductive to you as she looks down and her own kind of would-be-magic does enchant you as the icons and symbols pulsates, sending the faintest waves of euphoria within your brain. It's a tingling sensation, the kind which makes it easier to collaborate with her demand.
“Very good. I am the one who knows and who can show you. In order to receive what you need, you have to trust me, to follow my instructions, me-meow,” she says and immediately you recognize some form of authority, some knowledge to her. She understands what she's talking about, her voice a whisper and yet so very clear, easy to listen to. You do as she says unconsciously, leaning ever closer to the crystal ball as she becomes a giant to your senses, drowning everything else as you can't say you're not enjoying the experience. It's particularly intoxicating in its own way as her hands then rest upon the orb, manifesting something that stirred inside it. “Observe and admire, rejoice in this foreshadowing. Gaze deeply and without fail.”
You obey and what you see is certainly not what you expected, but you cannot complain for it is magnificent: a performance from Ankha in the Town Plaza. A dance from far away, one focusing on the midriff, the waist and the torso. Her braid flies around while she spins her hips, undulate her belly and seem to gaze at you specifically. It's as if she knows you're staring yet doesn't stop. It's a sensual and intense experience, one that has not just your eyes but your thoughts locked upon her. She shakes her hips, her hands hovering and waving above them as she sways them to the right and left in a pattern. She bends her back, flutters her stomach, then shake her shoulders in order for her chest to jiggle a little. To say that it's sublime would be too easy, too small, as you are looking without fail, without pause.
“This is what will happen, this is your destiny, me-meow,” Ankha continues as the image shifts with you on your knees and her crossing her arms, standing tall above you. This seems proper, exciting, your smile earnest and eager as she goes on to point at her midriff and what you do is unexpected yet delightful: you kiss it. You never knew such imagery could provide such excitation, such arousal as you are lost both in this vision and in reality as the honest and devoted way you smooch that midriff, worship it does seem like you're having the time of your life. This is indeed mesmerizing, completely enthralling as this fills your entire mind and cognition for the briefest of instant...yet one that stretches through time despite it all. “You will know your place, know what your heart crave...and you only need to obey to receive it, me-meow~”
More images of the dance, of those kisses floods you as you unwittingly drool, smiling and lost within this dream, this promise. This is somewhat inebriating and making you feel dizzy in a good way, ecstasy of impossible proportions and yet as you almost place your own brow against the crystal ball due to how closer you want to look, you are awakened by the simplest of gesture and sound.
SNAP!
“I trust that you are happy with what I have shown you, me-meow,” Ankha goes on to say, her expression never shifting as you seem to wake up from some kind of groggy disposition. A very small case of vertigo, some light confusion and yet as you come back to your senses she hands you a ticket, one with a time stamped upon it as well as a number. “I have booked a performance with your town hall later today. I expect you to come see me.”
The way she says it makes it clear that you shouldn't disappoint her in this and you accept it as you get out of her tent to let the other villagers come in. You cannot help but show the brightest smile as you lose yourself in fantasies while the day proceeds along. It was brief, yet that moment you spent with Ankha certainly rocked your entire world as the idea of being on her knees before her, to follow that command to kiss her stomach...it gives you cravings. It's sordid, it came out of nowhere and yet you can't help yourself as your own desires are entwirled around that idea...and you're not alone feeling this. All who came to see her does too.
Evening comes, dusk settling in as the time stamped upon the ticket is coming soon. Everyone on the island, from Isabelle to Hooter, from Tom Nook to the Able sisters are gathered as eventually some music starts to play and Ankha shows herself. Everyone sees their sight begin to lock themselves upon her as the entire scene feels surreal. The speakers from town plaza are making it so a song is being heard by all, something about moving from camel to camel...yet you're too fascinated with Ankha as she starts to dance to properly pay attention to anything else but her. What you saw in the crystal ball was nothing but a glimpse, a teaser, as the real thing is far more potent and amazing than anyone could have ever guessed.
Her hips brushes against the air, figure-eights following by serpentine arms and twirls. Arabesques, double-steps and shifting stances makes it so she occupies the entire place, her dance making it so that anyone in the vicinity can get a good glimpse of her through all angles. Her lean body, her wide hips, her flat and yet sublime belly...it's all so enticing that it's as if you cannot even conceive that others besides Ankha and yourself are even there. When her own gaze locks onto yours for but a few seconds cements this as the music seems to envelop her in a blanket of mesmerizing qualities, an aura that encompass her entire being. Your soul is attuned to her as you cannot help but fall for her even harder, the most splendid and alluring woman in all the world is in front of you and dance divinely, dazingly even.
The performance is but four minutes long, yet to you and to everyone else it's an eternity. You see her lips move, yet hear no sound despite it all. Your subconscious did listen well and carefully though as much like everyone else you get in line before her tent. It's an impulse, an instinct and at the back of your ticket, which she never actually punched or claimed, is a number. Everyone has one and you understand it's your place in line, when you'll get the opportunity to see Ankha again. Any fantasies from prior are heightened, enhanced, exponentially more potent and gorgeous than before as each and every one goes on to meet with her again. Too caught up in your thoughts and Ankha, you fail to see that everyone who gets out have the most blazing spirals in their eyes and drool dripping from their smiling lips. Even when Isabelle goes out do you not notice this as your turn is up...and Ankha is standing there with her arms crossed, standing tall. She needs not say anything as you fall to your knees in front of her, subjugated by her power, her sheer aura and her beauty.
“You can kiss it if you'd like...10 000 Bells per smooch, me-meow~” Ankha says and it's too small a price to experience nirvana. Without fail, you go on to approach your lips from her belly, from her deep, round and perfect navel as you worship it as if she were a goddess...which she is. The taste, the sensation, the warmth, it's all perfect as you do so once, then twice, then thrice. Unable to stop yourself, the euphoria and utter bliss submerge you as she whispers words to you, the kind which makes you feel so happy you did as she said, to have met her. Eventually, as you lost count, she stops you as she gives you your bill and asks you to sign a contract in order to make sure you pay up. “You have been very enthusiastic, me-meow. That will be 230 000 Bells in total and, until you pay up...consider yourself my slave~”
You sign the paper, the deed as you agree to those terms. Much like everyone on the island, you now have a debt to Ankha as her hypnosis and her seduction made it so you couldn't resist or refuse her. Having done so on many, many islands and towns, she is a traveling hypnotist, dancer and fortune teller who indeed makes it so people do get happiness and understand what the future has in store for them...for a price. She did say you would gain a fascination and an obsession and she was right, only she never told that yours would be her. Whenever you do get even close to paying her back, she offers you some more midriff worship and you can never refuse her, your debt never going away. A slave you are and shall be, Ankha being your mistress and goddess as you realize that she makes you happy, content and fulfilled much like she told you would happen. You learn one lesson above them all which you shall sear into your mind and soul, something you doubted before yet now shall never entertain ever again.
Ankha is and always will be right.
The Ankha cosplay tales continues as this time we went for the lesser-known Rouge.
GAZZRR and I sometimes talk about which characters would fit well with the Egyptian feline and it was much to my surprise and delight that they've discovered Rouge from Power Stone, a mostly obscure and forgotten 3-D fighter with some pretty neat characters and ideas. I went on to show them the dancing scene from the anime and it was locked, this would be the costume for this newest one-shot.
If you like GAZZRR's work, do know that they take commissions https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/j.....lots-947437529
and that they have a Patreon www.patreon.com/gazzrr/posts
And if you like mine, no commissions, but I do have a Patreon as well https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now what exactly is going on here? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
ANKHA'S FORTUNE
There was a fortune teller near the Town Plaza.
Asking around as to how come Katrina had been travelling there as opposed to staying on Harv's island, the answer that this wasn't her came as a major surprise. She was a feline as well, dressed in exotic garbs and many who went to her talked about her beauty and her power, their fortune told for as little as 200 Bells. A fifth of Katrina's price, the panther indeed a bit on the greedy side at times as while you don't necessarily put too much credence on such phenomenon...your curiosity did make you go closer to her tent and it only grew as you saw people go out of her temporary settlement with huge smiles on their face.
Eventually, the mystery of what she says and how she works wins against any possible reluctance as you get in line. It takes a little while and while you do try to eavesdrop, to perhaps have some clues or hints as to what she's saying and how she operates, her voice is too low to properly have any idea. Your turn does come up as you see the person right in front of you, Isabelle, gets out of the tent with the biggest and widest smile, a dream-like expression that does give out good vibes as you move past the entrance curtains...and see just who is this person.
“Greetings. Welcome to Ankha's abode, me-meow,” the feline said, one of gold-colored fur accompanied with blue, a woman of exotic looks and accent whose appearance certainly is appealing. A long blue braid with a large golden hollow heart attached to the extremity, a golden Egyptian collar around her neck, a blue top below which frame her cleavage sumptuously, along with purple pantaloons upon which a golden belt with a heart symbol is sewn upon. That is her appearance, coupled with long white gloves that hang above a crystal ball which seems to glimmer very faintly despite the absence of light, a magical effect that is overshadowed by her own beauty. Curvaceous, pristine and certainly alluring to look at, with her midriff exposed and one bag covering half of her face, her neutral expression does not come in the way of her appeal as she motions for you to sit down in front of her. “I am Ankha, the fortune-teller whose skills are unmatched. I shall ask for payment, then your future shall be known and told, me-meow.”
The 200 Bells alone are worth it just to see that beautiful feline as you hand them over without much regret. Divination might be sketchy, but her superb body certainly isn't as you give her your attention. Right here and then she hovers her hand over the crystal ball as she begins to glow, to project some patterns over the tent in the form of swirls, spirals and ankhs. The dark fabric allows for those symbols to stick and to be especially easy to notice and yet her own uncovered eye seem to shine very briefly as your own gaze locks down on that orb. Her fingers deftly brush against it, an intricate little ritual as she mumbles in a tone far below what you expected, inaudible.
“I see fascination, even obsession upcoming in your life. Something will occupy your mind, make your own spirit hyper-fixate in ways that will leave you happy, content, fulfilled even,” she says, her tone hushed as if intimate. This is meant only for your ears, a hint of your own future as the symbols, icons and images projected from the crystal ball are resorbed, coming back to their original point as they converge to its center and then are captured within its center. They try to move away, yet the crystal limits contain them and thus do you see all those looping, swirling, spinning, spiraling things right in front of you and they are mesmerizing. “Look deep into the crystal ball, commune with it. This way, you shall get a glimpse of what awaits you, of the truth, me-meow.”
You are willing to entertain this, but a part of you finds it really easy to stare and to do so deeply. You vault a little forward unwittingly, unbeknownst to yourself as this give you a new kind of perspective on things. As if Ankha herself towers over the situation, her hand hovering not just above the crystal ball, but you as well. She looks taller, more formidable, more seductive to you as she looks down and her own kind of would-be-magic does enchant you as the icons and symbols pulsates, sending the faintest waves of euphoria within your brain. It's a tingling sensation, the kind which makes it easier to collaborate with her demand.
“Very good. I am the one who knows and who can show you. In order to receive what you need, you have to trust me, to follow my instructions, me-meow,” she says and immediately you recognize some form of authority, some knowledge to her. She understands what she's talking about, her voice a whisper and yet so very clear, easy to listen to. You do as she says unconsciously, leaning ever closer to the crystal ball as she becomes a giant to your senses, drowning everything else as you can't say you're not enjoying the experience. It's particularly intoxicating in its own way as her hands then rest upon the orb, manifesting something that stirred inside it. “Observe and admire, rejoice in this foreshadowing. Gaze deeply and without fail.”
You obey and what you see is certainly not what you expected, but you cannot complain for it is magnificent: a performance from Ankha in the Town Plaza. A dance from far away, one focusing on the midriff, the waist and the torso. Her braid flies around while she spins her hips, undulate her belly and seem to gaze at you specifically. It's as if she knows you're staring yet doesn't stop. It's a sensual and intense experience, one that has not just your eyes but your thoughts locked upon her. She shakes her hips, her hands hovering and waving above them as she sways them to the right and left in a pattern. She bends her back, flutters her stomach, then shake her shoulders in order for her chest to jiggle a little. To say that it's sublime would be too easy, too small, as you are looking without fail, without pause.
“This is what will happen, this is your destiny, me-meow,” Ankha continues as the image shifts with you on your knees and her crossing her arms, standing tall above you. This seems proper, exciting, your smile earnest and eager as she goes on to point at her midriff and what you do is unexpected yet delightful: you kiss it. You never knew such imagery could provide such excitation, such arousal as you are lost both in this vision and in reality as the honest and devoted way you smooch that midriff, worship it does seem like you're having the time of your life. This is indeed mesmerizing, completely enthralling as this fills your entire mind and cognition for the briefest of instant...yet one that stretches through time despite it all. “You will know your place, know what your heart crave...and you only need to obey to receive it, me-meow~”
More images of the dance, of those kisses floods you as you unwittingly drool, smiling and lost within this dream, this promise. This is somewhat inebriating and making you feel dizzy in a good way, ecstasy of impossible proportions and yet as you almost place your own brow against the crystal ball due to how closer you want to look, you are awakened by the simplest of gesture and sound.
SNAP!
“I trust that you are happy with what I have shown you, me-meow,” Ankha goes on to say, her expression never shifting as you seem to wake up from some kind of groggy disposition. A very small case of vertigo, some light confusion and yet as you come back to your senses she hands you a ticket, one with a time stamped upon it as well as a number. “I have booked a performance with your town hall later today. I expect you to come see me.”
The way she says it makes it clear that you shouldn't disappoint her in this and you accept it as you get out of her tent to let the other villagers come in. You cannot help but show the brightest smile as you lose yourself in fantasies while the day proceeds along. It was brief, yet that moment you spent with Ankha certainly rocked your entire world as the idea of being on her knees before her, to follow that command to kiss her stomach...it gives you cravings. It's sordid, it came out of nowhere and yet you can't help yourself as your own desires are entwirled around that idea...and you're not alone feeling this. All who came to see her does too.
Evening comes, dusk settling in as the time stamped upon the ticket is coming soon. Everyone on the island, from Isabelle to Hooter, from Tom Nook to the Able sisters are gathered as eventually some music starts to play and Ankha shows herself. Everyone sees their sight begin to lock themselves upon her as the entire scene feels surreal. The speakers from town plaza are making it so a song is being heard by all, something about moving from camel to camel...yet you're too fascinated with Ankha as she starts to dance to properly pay attention to anything else but her. What you saw in the crystal ball was nothing but a glimpse, a teaser, as the real thing is far more potent and amazing than anyone could have ever guessed.
Her hips brushes against the air, figure-eights following by serpentine arms and twirls. Arabesques, double-steps and shifting stances makes it so she occupies the entire place, her dance making it so that anyone in the vicinity can get a good glimpse of her through all angles. Her lean body, her wide hips, her flat and yet sublime belly...it's all so enticing that it's as if you cannot even conceive that others besides Ankha and yourself are even there. When her own gaze locks onto yours for but a few seconds cements this as the music seems to envelop her in a blanket of mesmerizing qualities, an aura that encompass her entire being. Your soul is attuned to her as you cannot help but fall for her even harder, the most splendid and alluring woman in all the world is in front of you and dance divinely, dazingly even.
The performance is but four minutes long, yet to you and to everyone else it's an eternity. You see her lips move, yet hear no sound despite it all. Your subconscious did listen well and carefully though as much like everyone else you get in line before her tent. It's an impulse, an instinct and at the back of your ticket, which she never actually punched or claimed, is a number. Everyone has one and you understand it's your place in line, when you'll get the opportunity to see Ankha again. Any fantasies from prior are heightened, enhanced, exponentially more potent and gorgeous than before as each and every one goes on to meet with her again. Too caught up in your thoughts and Ankha, you fail to see that everyone who gets out have the most blazing spirals in their eyes and drool dripping from their smiling lips. Even when Isabelle goes out do you not notice this as your turn is up...and Ankha is standing there with her arms crossed, standing tall. She needs not say anything as you fall to your knees in front of her, subjugated by her power, her sheer aura and her beauty.
“You can kiss it if you'd like...10 000 Bells per smooch, me-meow~” Ankha says and it's too small a price to experience nirvana. Without fail, you go on to approach your lips from her belly, from her deep, round and perfect navel as you worship it as if she were a goddess...which she is. The taste, the sensation, the warmth, it's all perfect as you do so once, then twice, then thrice. Unable to stop yourself, the euphoria and utter bliss submerge you as she whispers words to you, the kind which makes you feel so happy you did as she said, to have met her. Eventually, as you lost count, she stops you as she gives you your bill and asks you to sign a contract in order to make sure you pay up. “You have been very enthusiastic, me-meow. That will be 230 000 Bells in total and, until you pay up...consider yourself my slave~”
You sign the paper, the deed as you agree to those terms. Much like everyone on the island, you now have a debt to Ankha as her hypnosis and her seduction made it so you couldn't resist or refuse her. Having done so on many, many islands and towns, she is a traveling hypnotist, dancer and fortune teller who indeed makes it so people do get happiness and understand what the future has in store for them...for a price. She did say you would gain a fascination and an obsession and she was right, only she never told that yours would be her. Whenever you do get even close to paying her back, she offers you some more midriff worship and you can never refuse her, your debt never going away. A slave you are and shall be, Ankha being your mistress and goddess as you realize that she makes you happy, content and fulfilled much like she told you would happen. You learn one lesson above them all which you shall sear into your mind and soul, something you doubted before yet now shall never entertain ever again.
Ankha is and always will be right.
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