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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55956361/ *
A surprise gift from my good pal Z-62 !
After showing the many variants of Ankha that I had a hand in co-creating, it seems like Shankha, the fusion between Ankha and Shantae, took them by storm. They went on to draw this as a present to me, adding their own little touch to her design and the results are most fascinatingly hypnotic!
If you like this, do know that Z-62 possesses a Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/ZMT62
I also have a Subscribestar. https://subscribestar.adult/incredibleintruder
Now who is the lucky one to witness her like this? Read on and find out!
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SUPERIOR AUTHORITY
“Let's get on with it, boys. This town will make a superb base for us!”
The Ammo Baron looked at his soldiers, his tanks and all that made him such a force to be reckoned with. What they lacked in discipline, and perhaps even in training, they more than made him with their attitude, their willingness to go where he roamed. Battles after battles, conquests after conquests did they move alongside him, ever ready to fight for their next acquisition all in his name. Very few could rivalize with him and his army as they trekked through Sequin Land, their next goal as their first stop would be a port of a specific importance for resources and fun.
Scuttle Town.
This was a land of magic, the kind which could make it easy to develop new kind of weapons. Flying carpets turned into floating uniforms, lamia allies with cannons straddling their hips, the sky would be the limit as they saw in the distance the gate to this small community, its exotic ambience prompting them to hurry to see what could be found within.
“I heard there are dancers there!”
“And a bathhouse with lovely maidens inside!”
“Just some actual food instead of rations would be nice actually...”
They had expectations, demands and the Ammo Baron was nothing if not charitable to his men. Whatever they'd like and that this town could provide, they'd pilfer and take in exchange for their “protection”. After all, battles could be tragic affairs and it was better to be on the winning side, to give those who fought what was needed. Yet as they got even closer did a lone figure stand tall before the entrance, the gate closed and she the sole defender. Stopping in their tracks, if only to not rupture the walls and entryways, the Ammo Baron got out of his vehicle, looking from up high at the one below who deigned stand in his way.
“Look out, lads! They brought us some entertainment as a sign of good faith!” the Baron said now that he saw what kind of “resistance” this was: a feline garbed in a positively sparkling bedlah. The deepest blue coupled with gold, bandages accompanying a few accessories, she had long hair of the same color as her vestments whilst her body was definitely something to admire. Wide hips, a sizeable torso, one could see she was not amused beneath her facial veil, yet all soldiers certainly felt the opposite while sizing her up. Her yellow fur bordering on the golden nearly shone beneath the sunlight. “Come here and give me some company and I promise absolutely no harm will come to you. Far from it in fact~”
“No,” was her prompt answer as she crossed her arms, looking up as even though she was outnumbered, outclassed and certainly lacking in weapons or means of deterence still did she not budge a single muscle from her position. An eerie silence settled as many went on to look at each other, than at her again before going on to have a laugh. The slight glimmer in her eyes told of how she certainly disapproved of this, though her expression remained the same. Only the Ammo Baron did notice this slight shift as he descended from his tank, landing in front of his men. “Leave now or suffer the consequences, me-meow.”
“You have guts, lass. But be reasonable,” the Ammo Baron said, approaching. A smirk on his face, he towered over everyone else as his singular eye brimmed with confidence. He had defeated many an opponent prior, the victor of many campaigns who could indeed respect bravery and skills. Yet it wasn't a well-endowed, curvaceous belly dancer who'd defeat him as he stopped before her, one hand on his hip and the other on a weapon sheathed upon his belt. “It would be such a shame to harm and disfigure a pretty girl like yourself.”
“I could tell you enjoyed the view, me-meow,” the lone dancer said as she looked up, never breaking contact even though he occasionally did glance at her bosom. She lifted her arms up, crossing them above her head as the Ammo Baron took this as a gesture of surrender. Dropping his guard, it proved to be a bad decision as what she did instead was sway and undulate her hips. Little rolls and a pendulum motion were offered to the view of all those nearby, the Ammo Baron being on the frontline of such a show as he hadn't expected this beauty to actually entertain him. Not one of them had. “Admire me then, me-meow.”
It proved easy enough to do, that taut stomach, the swing of her chest, those wide child-bearing hips certainly went on to attract everyone's attention. She was barely the height of the regular soldiers, maybe half of the Baron's size and yet everyone drew closer to watch her as this strange turn-of-events did not quite seem to be unwelcome, far from it. Rumors of a dance parlor with talented and pretty dancers had spread through the ranks and her presence proved that as everyone did drop their preparedness for conflict, for a fight.
“It's much better to not fight, wouldn't you all agree?” the dancer said as she stood on her toes and then slowly twirled in place whilst shimmying her hips. Her long hair trailed behind her, following as she did half-a-turn, then went on to quickly twist to be in front of them as she shimmied her shoulders, making her bosom wobble enticingly. “Let the gorgeous Shankha bring you relief after such a long journey, me-meow.”
Not a single soldier or soul lucky enough to be nearby would protest against such an offer as some sat down whilst other seemed...haggard. A very light case of vertigo assailed them, only lessened when they focused on the feline and her body as she clasped her palms and then bumped her hips, like a hammer against many invisible anvils. Then before long did she spin her hips in circle, again slowly twirling on the spot as even her tail went on to follow this motion. It felt nice as the few claps, cheers and ooooh from the crowd died down little by little.
“Good boys. Best not interrupt and focus on me, on my presence, on my body, on my voice, me-meow,” Shankha said as her voice was a strange mixture of suggestive and authoritative. She moved her upper back behind, stretching before bending backward as she undulated her stomach, then moved her hands and arms serpentinely. Her tail mimicking this, it created an easy pattern as her fur and skin glistened under the sun, like a polished jewel of gold and sapphire as her allure became all the more evident to everyone. “No need to think, to understand...just feel, me-meow.”
Whilst many of the soldiers were indeed captivated and attentive, the one who seemed to be the most affected was the Ammo Baron himself. The closest and obviously a figure of authority, Shankha observed his reactions above all else as to defeat him would be tantamount to defeating them all. His cyclopean nature made it easy to observe just how smitten and mesmerized he was, his sole eye spiraling with the blue and gold that was characteristic of her as the other soldiers went through the same fate. Still did he stand nonetheless, a little firmer than the others to his credit, but he was entranced all the same.
“This is my domain and it would be such a shame if my subjects and my belongings would be harmed, stolen or threatened, yes?” Shankha said as she went for minimal hip circles, limiting the width of her spins in order to perform as many as she could in an overwhelming fashion. Hands running through her hair, her ponytail was moved upwards in order to not let it be in the way of her enthralling belly dance, everyone's silence and admiration speaking volumes about how receptive they were. “Strong boys, noble soldiers like all of you would never dare do this, isn't that right? To pillage, burn and wreck, me-meow?”
Her tone strongly suggested shame for these acts, those hip spins turning into shimmies as many went on to become limp, barely holding on to reality as everything swirled around this beautiful belly dancer. Gold and blue washing over the gates, the vegetation, the sun and the sky, erasing all that wasn't as magnificent and radiant as this Shankha girl. Silly grins, swirling eyes, a bit of drool here and there as some weren't even looking at her anymore...yet Shankha knew that they couldn't think about anyone else but her at this point.
“No, you noble sirs, fearsome fighters are all there to protect...and that is why you came here to submit to me, to safeguard me and all that I owe, me-meow,” Shankha commanded, her own hold over them all assured given that by now the Ammo Baron had fallen to his knees, swaying in place while he smiled like a buffoon, lost within a dreamscape where only she resided. Her tail carressed his chin from a low angle, forming a spiral for him to follow for a few moments before rolling her stomach up and down in a most hypnotic and tantalizing fashion. “You've come to serve, to kneel and to worship...and glory to you all, I accept. You shall know me as mistress Shankha from now on, me-meow...”
What ought be a ridiculous notion held much appeal given the importance she now possessed for all of them. As the Ammo Baron swam within a blissful lethargy, obedience pumped into him through waves of seduction, she then came close to him as she whispered a few words meant only for him.
“Tell your rear guards and your other soldiers to come by to see me. Have your men here set up a private tent for performances,” Shankha commanded, her plan now set and before she knew it did she get a stage all set, with lighting and even proper echoing sound. Many of the soldiers came to see her, soon hypnotized to see her as the goddess she was, with many simply returning to witness more of her illuminating presence and charisma. Through it all was the Ammo Baron there to supervise, yet the truth of the matter was that he would be further and further entranced, a slave to her whims as this possible invasion turned into something else.
Soon did Scuttle Town expand a little yet again, the home of many soldiers with some changing careers in the process. Shankha told them what was needed and they followed her instructions, be it to tend to the fields, to take out cargo from the port fast enough or anything else she required. A good chunk still remained fighters for a new acquisition under the command of the Ammo Baron, one of the most devoted followers of Shankha as he would do her honor with defensive lines and preventive measures.
As the leader of Sequin Land's new army.
A surprise gift from my good pal Z-62 !
After showing the many variants of Ankha that I had a hand in co-creating, it seems like Shankha, the fusion between Ankha and Shantae, took them by storm. They went on to draw this as a present to me, adding their own little touch to her design and the results are most fascinatingly hypnotic!
If you like this, do know that Z-62 possesses a Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/ZMT62
I also have a Subscribestar. https://subscribestar.adult/incredibleintruder
Now who is the lucky one to witness her like this? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
SUPERIOR AUTHORITY
“Let's get on with it, boys. This town will make a superb base for us!”
The Ammo Baron looked at his soldiers, his tanks and all that made him such a force to be reckoned with. What they lacked in discipline, and perhaps even in training, they more than made him with their attitude, their willingness to go where he roamed. Battles after battles, conquests after conquests did they move alongside him, ever ready to fight for their next acquisition all in his name. Very few could rivalize with him and his army as they trekked through Sequin Land, their next goal as their first stop would be a port of a specific importance for resources and fun.
Scuttle Town.
This was a land of magic, the kind which could make it easy to develop new kind of weapons. Flying carpets turned into floating uniforms, lamia allies with cannons straddling their hips, the sky would be the limit as they saw in the distance the gate to this small community, its exotic ambience prompting them to hurry to see what could be found within.
“I heard there are dancers there!”
“And a bathhouse with lovely maidens inside!”
“Just some actual food instead of rations would be nice actually...”
They had expectations, demands and the Ammo Baron was nothing if not charitable to his men. Whatever they'd like and that this town could provide, they'd pilfer and take in exchange for their “protection”. After all, battles could be tragic affairs and it was better to be on the winning side, to give those who fought what was needed. Yet as they got even closer did a lone figure stand tall before the entrance, the gate closed and she the sole defender. Stopping in their tracks, if only to not rupture the walls and entryways, the Ammo Baron got out of his vehicle, looking from up high at the one below who deigned stand in his way.
“Look out, lads! They brought us some entertainment as a sign of good faith!” the Baron said now that he saw what kind of “resistance” this was: a feline garbed in a positively sparkling bedlah. The deepest blue coupled with gold, bandages accompanying a few accessories, she had long hair of the same color as her vestments whilst her body was definitely something to admire. Wide hips, a sizeable torso, one could see she was not amused beneath her facial veil, yet all soldiers certainly felt the opposite while sizing her up. Her yellow fur bordering on the golden nearly shone beneath the sunlight. “Come here and give me some company and I promise absolutely no harm will come to you. Far from it in fact~”
“No,” was her prompt answer as she crossed her arms, looking up as even though she was outnumbered, outclassed and certainly lacking in weapons or means of deterence still did she not budge a single muscle from her position. An eerie silence settled as many went on to look at each other, than at her again before going on to have a laugh. The slight glimmer in her eyes told of how she certainly disapproved of this, though her expression remained the same. Only the Ammo Baron did notice this slight shift as he descended from his tank, landing in front of his men. “Leave now or suffer the consequences, me-meow.”
“You have guts, lass. But be reasonable,” the Ammo Baron said, approaching. A smirk on his face, he towered over everyone else as his singular eye brimmed with confidence. He had defeated many an opponent prior, the victor of many campaigns who could indeed respect bravery and skills. Yet it wasn't a well-endowed, curvaceous belly dancer who'd defeat him as he stopped before her, one hand on his hip and the other on a weapon sheathed upon his belt. “It would be such a shame to harm and disfigure a pretty girl like yourself.”
“I could tell you enjoyed the view, me-meow,” the lone dancer said as she looked up, never breaking contact even though he occasionally did glance at her bosom. She lifted her arms up, crossing them above her head as the Ammo Baron took this as a gesture of surrender. Dropping his guard, it proved to be a bad decision as what she did instead was sway and undulate her hips. Little rolls and a pendulum motion were offered to the view of all those nearby, the Ammo Baron being on the frontline of such a show as he hadn't expected this beauty to actually entertain him. Not one of them had. “Admire me then, me-meow.”
It proved easy enough to do, that taut stomach, the swing of her chest, those wide child-bearing hips certainly went on to attract everyone's attention. She was barely the height of the regular soldiers, maybe half of the Baron's size and yet everyone drew closer to watch her as this strange turn-of-events did not quite seem to be unwelcome, far from it. Rumors of a dance parlor with talented and pretty dancers had spread through the ranks and her presence proved that as everyone did drop their preparedness for conflict, for a fight.
“It's much better to not fight, wouldn't you all agree?” the dancer said as she stood on her toes and then slowly twirled in place whilst shimmying her hips. Her long hair trailed behind her, following as she did half-a-turn, then went on to quickly twist to be in front of them as she shimmied her shoulders, making her bosom wobble enticingly. “Let the gorgeous Shankha bring you relief after such a long journey, me-meow.”
Not a single soldier or soul lucky enough to be nearby would protest against such an offer as some sat down whilst other seemed...haggard. A very light case of vertigo assailed them, only lessened when they focused on the feline and her body as she clasped her palms and then bumped her hips, like a hammer against many invisible anvils. Then before long did she spin her hips in circle, again slowly twirling on the spot as even her tail went on to follow this motion. It felt nice as the few claps, cheers and ooooh from the crowd died down little by little.
“Good boys. Best not interrupt and focus on me, on my presence, on my body, on my voice, me-meow,” Shankha said as her voice was a strange mixture of suggestive and authoritative. She moved her upper back behind, stretching before bending backward as she undulated her stomach, then moved her hands and arms serpentinely. Her tail mimicking this, it created an easy pattern as her fur and skin glistened under the sun, like a polished jewel of gold and sapphire as her allure became all the more evident to everyone. “No need to think, to understand...just feel, me-meow.”
Whilst many of the soldiers were indeed captivated and attentive, the one who seemed to be the most affected was the Ammo Baron himself. The closest and obviously a figure of authority, Shankha observed his reactions above all else as to defeat him would be tantamount to defeating them all. His cyclopean nature made it easy to observe just how smitten and mesmerized he was, his sole eye spiraling with the blue and gold that was characteristic of her as the other soldiers went through the same fate. Still did he stand nonetheless, a little firmer than the others to his credit, but he was entranced all the same.
“This is my domain and it would be such a shame if my subjects and my belongings would be harmed, stolen or threatened, yes?” Shankha said as she went for minimal hip circles, limiting the width of her spins in order to perform as many as she could in an overwhelming fashion. Hands running through her hair, her ponytail was moved upwards in order to not let it be in the way of her enthralling belly dance, everyone's silence and admiration speaking volumes about how receptive they were. “Strong boys, noble soldiers like all of you would never dare do this, isn't that right? To pillage, burn and wreck, me-meow?”
Her tone strongly suggested shame for these acts, those hip spins turning into shimmies as many went on to become limp, barely holding on to reality as everything swirled around this beautiful belly dancer. Gold and blue washing over the gates, the vegetation, the sun and the sky, erasing all that wasn't as magnificent and radiant as this Shankha girl. Silly grins, swirling eyes, a bit of drool here and there as some weren't even looking at her anymore...yet Shankha knew that they couldn't think about anyone else but her at this point.
“No, you noble sirs, fearsome fighters are all there to protect...and that is why you came here to submit to me, to safeguard me and all that I owe, me-meow,” Shankha commanded, her own hold over them all assured given that by now the Ammo Baron had fallen to his knees, swaying in place while he smiled like a buffoon, lost within a dreamscape where only she resided. Her tail carressed his chin from a low angle, forming a spiral for him to follow for a few moments before rolling her stomach up and down in a most hypnotic and tantalizing fashion. “You've come to serve, to kneel and to worship...and glory to you all, I accept. You shall know me as mistress Shankha from now on, me-meow...”
What ought be a ridiculous notion held much appeal given the importance she now possessed for all of them. As the Ammo Baron swam within a blissful lethargy, obedience pumped into him through waves of seduction, she then came close to him as she whispered a few words meant only for him.
“Tell your rear guards and your other soldiers to come by to see me. Have your men here set up a private tent for performances,” Shankha commanded, her plan now set and before she knew it did she get a stage all set, with lighting and even proper echoing sound. Many of the soldiers came to see her, soon hypnotized to see her as the goddess she was, with many simply returning to witness more of her illuminating presence and charisma. Through it all was the Ammo Baron there to supervise, yet the truth of the matter was that he would be further and further entranced, a slave to her whims as this possible invasion turned into something else.
Soon did Scuttle Town expand a little yet again, the home of many soldiers with some changing careers in the process. Shankha told them what was needed and they followed her instructions, be it to tend to the fields, to take out cargo from the port fast enough or anything else she required. A good chunk still remained fighters for a new acquisition under the command of the Ammo Baron, one of the most devoted followers of Shankha as he would do her honor with defensive lines and preventive measures.
As the leader of Sequin Land's new army.
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