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I just can't ever get away from Ankha it seems (not that I mind ;P )
I always did like that feline character from Animal Crossing, but ever since Minus8 and Zone did animations featuring her, she's been living rent-free in my head. An Egyptian sexy kitty is a surefire win in my own book, thus why I keep coming back. Lamia, genie, cosplays, you name it. For this one, I went back to a design my friend Driplette did for me, because it's just gorgeous.
The artist for this depiction is Hachimitsu-ink, a well-known figure in the genie community. They've been doing Shantae-styled illustrations, sometimes doing sales on them, a few times already and they got a sale going on for the New Year. I love how they respected the golden swirls on her tail and how that neutral expression was put in, a classic when it comes to that cat girl. If you wanna grab your own Pirate Curse styled commission, you can check it out there https://www.deviantart.com/hachimit.....pen-1005743931 . They also got a Patreon should you be interested in supporting them www.patreon.com/Hachimitsu
And if you like my own work, that is my stories, I do also have a Patreon https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now who is the lucky person to find this glorious genie? Read on and find out, me-meow!
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BELLS AND BOTTLE
Maybe 2300 bells had been a bit much for this one.
Tom Nook could be both too firm and yet too gentle at times. As a businessman, he knew how to make money and how to smell an opportunity, the tanuki certainly desirous to find profit wherever it could be taken. Despite that, he ever had a soft spot for those with less luck in life, buying whatever some would try to sell his way. Seashells, fruits, old clothes and furniture, anything was fair game and he ever did give a price that was magnanimous...though sometimes he did wish some would not try to sell him random crap.
The last client of the day, just before he closed up shop, seemed to be a bit out of it. They sold to him some kind of ornate bottle, one with a rather extravagant design of blue and gold, swirls of the latter on the former. It was strangely shaped too, far more decorative than actually useful, with a large base and a tall and thin bottleneck, no cork to go with it either. It did look pretty and he figured he could sell it, yet he did begin to wonder if he had maybe lost his edge as a shopkeeper. Maybe he gave way too much. What made things even more odd was that the client had been gone as quickly as they entered, nowhere to be seen after the transaction. He had seen his share of irregulars and tourists in this little town of his, but still something didn't quite feel right. Maybe he was just tired and needed a break.
He began to clean up the place a bit, broom and dusting just after locking up the door. He liked to keep a tidy place, to have things in order so that he'd look at least a bit professional. Big dreams were attained only through tiny and methodical steps, with even the smallest acts paving the way to progress. Still, as he worked and began to wonder if tending to his own store as the manager, janitor, employee and every possible roles on the planet might burn him out sooner rather than later, his vision began to turn slightly opaque as there seemed to be...smoke? Stress rose a tiny bit as he looked up only to find that the bottle he had left on the counter, the one he just bought, seemed to be emitting it. An incense burner? Some kind of air-freshening doodad? He wondered just what he paid 2300 bells for, yet as he did ponder upon this did the smoke go on to become thicker and far more colorful. Him looking and focusing on the object had somehow activated some kind of reaction from the object, resulting in something illogical, a bit fearsome yet also wondrous.
Blue and gold sparkles, like sapphires and precious metals went on to glisten in this thick anomaly as Tom wasn't quite sure what he ought to do. It was filling the store rather quickly, far too swiftly for his own comfort yet the moment it got even near his nose...its fragrance became not only soothing but inebriating. Slightly spicy, very lightly sweet, floral and yet also with qualities that even his fine sense of smell couldn't quite identify. It was intoxicating and as he inhaled some more of it, warmth began to fill him while eventually his entire field of vision went on to get obscured by the phenomena. Blue and gold, swirls and spirals here and there and then from its midst appeared a vision of sumptuous grace and beauty.
“I am Ankha, the genie of the bottle, me-meow,” came a voice, confident to the point of authority, yet still lyrical and magical. A feline of regal air along with a touch of exotic demeanor, dressed unlike anyone Tom Nook had ever witnessed. Hair in bobcut, lines of gold on top of blue, fur that was yellow but seemed more akin to the precious metal found upon the bottle, bracers of a deep and shiny blue, bandages upon her bosom which struggled to contain these mounds along with two tails, one more feline of blue and gold alongside one acting as her legs, floating as thick mist with the same pattern as the bottle to be found upon it. A small cobra effigy upon her brow, a stoic and neutral expression as the youthful and admittedly sumptuous cat did nothing to hide her beauty, her chest hidden partially, her hips and midriff revealed and her arcane nature only adding to her appeal. “You must be Tom Nook, my new master. I have been told of you...and I am here to grant wishes, so speak them and they shall be made reality, me-meow.”
She was direct, yet still mysterious as Tom began to ponder if his own building exhaustion was causing him to hallucinate. It did seem dream-like, unreal in that while he knew what genies were he had never once considered them to be real...and yet here she was, royal-like and splendid. She swayed her hips slightly, her arms below her torso as she looked at him from a slightly elevated position whilst she floated above ground. It was akin to a dance, subtle yet enticing, her own belly sometimes going on to ripple inward and then outward, a magnetic pull for his own gaze as her own sublime and fantastic nature was enhanced the further he observed her. The swirls coming from the nearby mist, from the vapors and smoke did seem to cause him some slight confusion mixed with fascination as everything was too weird, impossible and yet incredible for him to process.
“I know of you as a merchant, as one of mercantile means and of intriguing heart...and thus I might suggest a wish for you, best-suited to your interests, me-meow,” Ankha continued, never minding that Tom hadn't spoken yet. Her tone and her voice gave the impression that she was used to directing events, to be listened to. Her own mannerism, how she looked down on him all the while dancing to some strange background tune, nearly soundless yet not so much, made Tom feel somewhat inferior to her despite their role as master and slave usually clear in tales involving beings such as she. He felt like hearing her out, to listen to more of her voice, to admire her as the feline genie got closer and the arc of her hip-swaying became wider, her midsection closer to his own face as he felt slightly overwhelmed right now. “You could wish to become the richest being to have ever existed. Any dreams of expansion, any projects of yours would be made possible...wouldn't you want limitless founds, me-meow?”
There were ripples in reality, pulsations originating from her stomach and navel the further he looked as Tom felt barely present. Tethered to her every motions, a melody behind him making him feel as if he was traveling from camel to camel in a vast desert, all to get to his destination began to be heard more clearly. His ultimate goal in this seemed to be her, his every thoughts beginning to gravitate towards Ankha as her own mesmerizing motions enchanted him. Like a belly dance from a glorious gal, from someone far higher and mightier than him gave him some kind of euphoria that drowned everything else as he didn't even realize that his lips began to move on their own. “I wish to become...the richest man to have ever existed...”
“Then it shall be so, me-meow,” Ankha responded as she shook her hips up and down in a very rapid fashion, shimmies meant to accumulate and spread magic. It also resulted in Tom being overpowered and overwhelmed by this display as the innate knowledge of his bank account growing and his funds raising to astronomical numbers got cemented within his psyche. It was real, everything getting possible now that he had the capital to accomplish anything. It was bliss, yet the wish wasn't quite done as another thought, a change in perception and cognition seemed to operate in mysterious ways as Ankha began to change her own motions now...or rather adapt them. “Wealth without purpose is meaningless, however, and thus shall I make you rich in another way: by giving you a cause, me-meow.”
She had begun to rotate her hips, going in wide circles which occasionally brushed against his nose as her scent became all the more potent, addictive to the point of insanity. Her own smoke tail began to wrap around his ankles, a serpentine motion that made this gaseous substance stick to him as it pervaded warmth not just upon his body but upon his soul as well. It was hard to explain due to how his reasoning capabilities seemed impaired, unable to properly thing when such a powerful and seductive being seemed all too intent on charming him thoroughly and completely. Her navel and smooth belly pulled him in, the spins making him feel dizzy in a fulfilling way as the pulsations upon reality only grew in importance but also in the joy sent his way.
“I want to build a community, one centered around my prestigious being, my miraculous self, me-meow,” Ankha explained and revealed, her tone growing in charisma and authority as Tom could not even perceive her as his property and slave. Genies were usually thus in stories and tales, yet she seemed more akin to a deity, to a goddess to him as he began to unwittingly crack a smile whilst she took his ability to ponder and reason. Her hypnosis was potent, irresistible to those without knowledge of the arcane, of magic and its many intricacies. Tom Nook was no sorcerer, wizard or magician of old, which made him an easy target, just like she preferred. “You are known, have connections and thus you shall serve my interests from now on. This shall be your goal, to please me that is...and I am a generous being, fully capable and willing to reward good slaves and servants, me-meow.”
His own ambitions and dreams were warped, sucked in by her dance and then projected anew through her edicts and commands, twisted yet sounding so sweet and promising. His own eyes reflected her colors, the patterns all-around him and created by her swirling within his own gaze. He was ecstatic, unable to conjure any reason to object as her own coils had pinned his arms to the side, her own presence burning something within him with intense warmth and desire. Her contact, her attention, her approval...he was feeling them and yet still yearned for more as he nodded, only for him to then speak anew without realizing it. “I hear and obey, mistress Ankha.”
“Excellent, me-meow,” she responded, content with that show of devotion as she cocooned him to his shoulders and then pushed her abdomen forward, going for rolls which would suck out his mind, heart and soul for her to possess. Each subsequent undulation gave more weight to her authority, to her divinity, to her impossible allure as Tom was dazed and dreaming further of her. Half-awake and asleep, lethargy of the most comfortable kind invaded him until his entire existence began to organize itself around Ankha, his new goddess. “I shall leave you to it for now. Such dancing and wish-granting tire me out, but do contact me again by rubbing the bottle when you have projects and progress to present to me, me-meow.”
The event of her summoning and all it entailed began to shift reality anew once it ended. The smoke, her very self, all of it began to get gradually sucked inside the bottle as she returned to her vessel. The coils, her warmth, the sheer hypnotic presence of this enthralling genie vanished yet never dissipated as Tom Nook was a changed person now. The bottle stood on the counter, the low light of his rather cheap neons on the ceiling, the small space of his own store greeted him all over again and yet he looked upon this receptacle that he bought for 2300 bells and thought that it was a cheap, inconsequential price for such a mind-opening experience. His prior dreams of riches and success were indeed nothing when compared to the majesty of his mistress and goddess as the tanuki began to plan, invigorated with purpose and newfound energy.
Plans to buy an island, to send invitations to stay there for low prices, almost for free in fact, began to pop in his head. He always did want to build a community, to own land in a nice secluded area...yet now he would do it as the starting ground of a cult of worship for the greatest being of them all: Ankha. With indeed limitless funds, nothing was out of his reach as he sent letters, arranged for buildings, furnitures, everything that would be needed as his multiple contacts through his supplier, friends, family, clients and acquaintances were all welcomed in this new project of his. Once they'd be there, they would be shown the truth and the greatest entity in the whole world as Tom would finally be the wealthy benefactor that he wished to be. He would forever serve and worship the one being who made it all possible.
The genie goddess known as Ankha.
I just can't ever get away from Ankha it seems (not that I mind ;P )
I always did like that feline character from Animal Crossing, but ever since Minus8 and Zone did animations featuring her, she's been living rent-free in my head. An Egyptian sexy kitty is a surefire win in my own book, thus why I keep coming back. Lamia, genie, cosplays, you name it. For this one, I went back to a design my friend Driplette did for me, because it's just gorgeous.
The artist for this depiction is Hachimitsu-ink, a well-known figure in the genie community. They've been doing Shantae-styled illustrations, sometimes doing sales on them, a few times already and they got a sale going on for the New Year. I love how they respected the golden swirls on her tail and how that neutral expression was put in, a classic when it comes to that cat girl. If you wanna grab your own Pirate Curse styled commission, you can check it out there https://www.deviantart.com/hachimit.....pen-1005743931 . They also got a Patreon should you be interested in supporting them www.patreon.com/Hachimitsu
And if you like my own work, that is my stories, I do also have a Patreon https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now who is the lucky person to find this glorious genie? Read on and find out, me-meow!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
BELLS AND BOTTLE
Maybe 2300 bells had been a bit much for this one.
Tom Nook could be both too firm and yet too gentle at times. As a businessman, he knew how to make money and how to smell an opportunity, the tanuki certainly desirous to find profit wherever it could be taken. Despite that, he ever had a soft spot for those with less luck in life, buying whatever some would try to sell his way. Seashells, fruits, old clothes and furniture, anything was fair game and he ever did give a price that was magnanimous...though sometimes he did wish some would not try to sell him random crap.
The last client of the day, just before he closed up shop, seemed to be a bit out of it. They sold to him some kind of ornate bottle, one with a rather extravagant design of blue and gold, swirls of the latter on the former. It was strangely shaped too, far more decorative than actually useful, with a large base and a tall and thin bottleneck, no cork to go with it either. It did look pretty and he figured he could sell it, yet he did begin to wonder if he had maybe lost his edge as a shopkeeper. Maybe he gave way too much. What made things even more odd was that the client had been gone as quickly as they entered, nowhere to be seen after the transaction. He had seen his share of irregulars and tourists in this little town of his, but still something didn't quite feel right. Maybe he was just tired and needed a break.
He began to clean up the place a bit, broom and dusting just after locking up the door. He liked to keep a tidy place, to have things in order so that he'd look at least a bit professional. Big dreams were attained only through tiny and methodical steps, with even the smallest acts paving the way to progress. Still, as he worked and began to wonder if tending to his own store as the manager, janitor, employee and every possible roles on the planet might burn him out sooner rather than later, his vision began to turn slightly opaque as there seemed to be...smoke? Stress rose a tiny bit as he looked up only to find that the bottle he had left on the counter, the one he just bought, seemed to be emitting it. An incense burner? Some kind of air-freshening doodad? He wondered just what he paid 2300 bells for, yet as he did ponder upon this did the smoke go on to become thicker and far more colorful. Him looking and focusing on the object had somehow activated some kind of reaction from the object, resulting in something illogical, a bit fearsome yet also wondrous.
Blue and gold sparkles, like sapphires and precious metals went on to glisten in this thick anomaly as Tom wasn't quite sure what he ought to do. It was filling the store rather quickly, far too swiftly for his own comfort yet the moment it got even near his nose...its fragrance became not only soothing but inebriating. Slightly spicy, very lightly sweet, floral and yet also with qualities that even his fine sense of smell couldn't quite identify. It was intoxicating and as he inhaled some more of it, warmth began to fill him while eventually his entire field of vision went on to get obscured by the phenomena. Blue and gold, swirls and spirals here and there and then from its midst appeared a vision of sumptuous grace and beauty.
“I am Ankha, the genie of the bottle, me-meow,” came a voice, confident to the point of authority, yet still lyrical and magical. A feline of regal air along with a touch of exotic demeanor, dressed unlike anyone Tom Nook had ever witnessed. Hair in bobcut, lines of gold on top of blue, fur that was yellow but seemed more akin to the precious metal found upon the bottle, bracers of a deep and shiny blue, bandages upon her bosom which struggled to contain these mounds along with two tails, one more feline of blue and gold alongside one acting as her legs, floating as thick mist with the same pattern as the bottle to be found upon it. A small cobra effigy upon her brow, a stoic and neutral expression as the youthful and admittedly sumptuous cat did nothing to hide her beauty, her chest hidden partially, her hips and midriff revealed and her arcane nature only adding to her appeal. “You must be Tom Nook, my new master. I have been told of you...and I am here to grant wishes, so speak them and they shall be made reality, me-meow.”
She was direct, yet still mysterious as Tom began to ponder if his own building exhaustion was causing him to hallucinate. It did seem dream-like, unreal in that while he knew what genies were he had never once considered them to be real...and yet here she was, royal-like and splendid. She swayed her hips slightly, her arms below her torso as she looked at him from a slightly elevated position whilst she floated above ground. It was akin to a dance, subtle yet enticing, her own belly sometimes going on to ripple inward and then outward, a magnetic pull for his own gaze as her own sublime and fantastic nature was enhanced the further he observed her. The swirls coming from the nearby mist, from the vapors and smoke did seem to cause him some slight confusion mixed with fascination as everything was too weird, impossible and yet incredible for him to process.
“I know of you as a merchant, as one of mercantile means and of intriguing heart...and thus I might suggest a wish for you, best-suited to your interests, me-meow,” Ankha continued, never minding that Tom hadn't spoken yet. Her tone and her voice gave the impression that she was used to directing events, to be listened to. Her own mannerism, how she looked down on him all the while dancing to some strange background tune, nearly soundless yet not so much, made Tom feel somewhat inferior to her despite their role as master and slave usually clear in tales involving beings such as she. He felt like hearing her out, to listen to more of her voice, to admire her as the feline genie got closer and the arc of her hip-swaying became wider, her midsection closer to his own face as he felt slightly overwhelmed right now. “You could wish to become the richest being to have ever existed. Any dreams of expansion, any projects of yours would be made possible...wouldn't you want limitless founds, me-meow?”
There were ripples in reality, pulsations originating from her stomach and navel the further he looked as Tom felt barely present. Tethered to her every motions, a melody behind him making him feel as if he was traveling from camel to camel in a vast desert, all to get to his destination began to be heard more clearly. His ultimate goal in this seemed to be her, his every thoughts beginning to gravitate towards Ankha as her own mesmerizing motions enchanted him. Like a belly dance from a glorious gal, from someone far higher and mightier than him gave him some kind of euphoria that drowned everything else as he didn't even realize that his lips began to move on their own. “I wish to become...the richest man to have ever existed...”
“Then it shall be so, me-meow,” Ankha responded as she shook her hips up and down in a very rapid fashion, shimmies meant to accumulate and spread magic. It also resulted in Tom being overpowered and overwhelmed by this display as the innate knowledge of his bank account growing and his funds raising to astronomical numbers got cemented within his psyche. It was real, everything getting possible now that he had the capital to accomplish anything. It was bliss, yet the wish wasn't quite done as another thought, a change in perception and cognition seemed to operate in mysterious ways as Ankha began to change her own motions now...or rather adapt them. “Wealth without purpose is meaningless, however, and thus shall I make you rich in another way: by giving you a cause, me-meow.”
She had begun to rotate her hips, going in wide circles which occasionally brushed against his nose as her scent became all the more potent, addictive to the point of insanity. Her own smoke tail began to wrap around his ankles, a serpentine motion that made this gaseous substance stick to him as it pervaded warmth not just upon his body but upon his soul as well. It was hard to explain due to how his reasoning capabilities seemed impaired, unable to properly thing when such a powerful and seductive being seemed all too intent on charming him thoroughly and completely. Her navel and smooth belly pulled him in, the spins making him feel dizzy in a fulfilling way as the pulsations upon reality only grew in importance but also in the joy sent his way.
“I want to build a community, one centered around my prestigious being, my miraculous self, me-meow,” Ankha explained and revealed, her tone growing in charisma and authority as Tom could not even perceive her as his property and slave. Genies were usually thus in stories and tales, yet she seemed more akin to a deity, to a goddess to him as he began to unwittingly crack a smile whilst she took his ability to ponder and reason. Her hypnosis was potent, irresistible to those without knowledge of the arcane, of magic and its many intricacies. Tom Nook was no sorcerer, wizard or magician of old, which made him an easy target, just like she preferred. “You are known, have connections and thus you shall serve my interests from now on. This shall be your goal, to please me that is...and I am a generous being, fully capable and willing to reward good slaves and servants, me-meow.”
His own ambitions and dreams were warped, sucked in by her dance and then projected anew through her edicts and commands, twisted yet sounding so sweet and promising. His own eyes reflected her colors, the patterns all-around him and created by her swirling within his own gaze. He was ecstatic, unable to conjure any reason to object as her own coils had pinned his arms to the side, her own presence burning something within him with intense warmth and desire. Her contact, her attention, her approval...he was feeling them and yet still yearned for more as he nodded, only for him to then speak anew without realizing it. “I hear and obey, mistress Ankha.”
“Excellent, me-meow,” she responded, content with that show of devotion as she cocooned him to his shoulders and then pushed her abdomen forward, going for rolls which would suck out his mind, heart and soul for her to possess. Each subsequent undulation gave more weight to her authority, to her divinity, to her impossible allure as Tom was dazed and dreaming further of her. Half-awake and asleep, lethargy of the most comfortable kind invaded him until his entire existence began to organize itself around Ankha, his new goddess. “I shall leave you to it for now. Such dancing and wish-granting tire me out, but do contact me again by rubbing the bottle when you have projects and progress to present to me, me-meow.”
The event of her summoning and all it entailed began to shift reality anew once it ended. The smoke, her very self, all of it began to get gradually sucked inside the bottle as she returned to her vessel. The coils, her warmth, the sheer hypnotic presence of this enthralling genie vanished yet never dissipated as Tom Nook was a changed person now. The bottle stood on the counter, the low light of his rather cheap neons on the ceiling, the small space of his own store greeted him all over again and yet he looked upon this receptacle that he bought for 2300 bells and thought that it was a cheap, inconsequential price for such a mind-opening experience. His prior dreams of riches and success were indeed nothing when compared to the majesty of his mistress and goddess as the tanuki began to plan, invigorated with purpose and newfound energy.
Plans to buy an island, to send invitations to stay there for low prices, almost for free in fact, began to pop in his head. He always did want to build a community, to own land in a nice secluded area...yet now he would do it as the starting ground of a cult of worship for the greatest being of them all: Ankha. With indeed limitless funds, nothing was out of his reach as he sent letters, arranged for buildings, furnitures, everything that would be needed as his multiple contacts through his supplier, friends, family, clients and acquaintances were all welcomed in this new project of his. Once they'd be there, they would be shown the truth and the greatest entity in the whole world as Tom would finally be the wealthy benefactor that he wished to be. He would forever serve and worship the one being who made it all possible.
The genie goddess known as Ankha.
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