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I had a hungering for Ankha and I couldn't help but want to re-use a design I had made in the past https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48635751/
This was drawn to me as a Patreon reward from Mythkaz (the last one unfortunately, he's closing it down). The juxtaposition of the Egyptian-themed Ankha and the Middle-Eastern/Arabian Nights Shantae is one that was quite a hit and for good reasons. The colors, the mix, the haughty expression...a lot to love here and it's my pleasure to showcase this for everyone to see.
While his Patreon might close down soon, Mythkaz does still take commissions and you can check out his prices right here https://www.deviantart.com/mythkaz/.....Info-585343115 Just make sure he does have openings, though!
And while mine might suffer the same fate eventually due to new ToS, I still do have an active Patreon for the time being which you can see here https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now, who is Shankha and who exactly is seeing this obviously hypnotic performance? Read on and find out!
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SHANKHA'S DOMAIN
Isabelle Boots needed a new turf to invade.
Ever since she dropped her job as a secretary to become a buccaneer, picking up ex-coworkers to fill up her crew, she had amassed a bit of a reputation. The “Cutesy Queen of the Seven Seas”, the first part of this moniker not quite to her liking yet such titles weren't entirely up to her. As much as she worked hard not to be adorable-looking, it was a lost cause and yet still did her pirate career did take off due to how many were disarmed by her looks. Who would believe such a small woman like her could be so deadly and merciless, after all? As it turned out, a great many given that tales of her exploits did travel far and wide.
Ports and fortresses were better-prepared though, which didn't necessarily hinder her too much, yet she did want an easy bounty on occasion. There was one spot, a secluded little town filled with magic and mayhem, guarded by the only guardian genie left in the surrounding waters, though Isabelle Boots knew her secret thanks to gossip and rumors getting carried to her own ears: she was only a half-genie. Scuttle Town, as it was called, was quite possibly protected only by the false deterrence of being met with the crushing might of a djinn should anyone threaten them, yet as tough as this Shankha was...she was but a lone half-breed against a seasoned crew of privateers, buccaneers and pirates of all kinds. Thus did they settle to raid and pillage this place, heading to Sequin Land.
It was under the cover of night-time when they did arrive, the lone lighthouse lighting up the path to this small though supposedly rich locale. Magic items, gems and other such objects of wealth could assuredly be found as they went on with a stealth approach for their first invasion. It was ever a matter of judging how well the first attack went before going for the crew and her's favorite method: bombarding and torching the place. If this was successful, they'd switch technique and create enough mayhem to rummage and loot all they could find...but first, some scouting and witnessing if Scuttle Town was indeed worth it or if the rumors were unfounded. No sense in trying again in a place devoid of much-desired bounty, after all.
As they got close to one of the gates, the darkness of the night certainly helping getting them there undetected, a rather surprising detail did not go unnoticed as this created confusion for both Isabelle Boots and her own crew: there were no guards. The nearby torches illuminating the entryway were devoid of any security, a shocking sight for a town whose riches were told in tall tales throughout the seas. Something fishy was up as Isabelle and her own cohort went on slowly and silently near the entrance, only to hear a voice from above.
“I was expecting you, me-meow,” said a feminine, near-annoyed and almost haughty voice as Isabelle Boots and the others joining her went on to look up, witnessing the culprit herself. The description matched the sole guardian of Scuttle Town, a bedlah-clad woman with long blue hair, gold highlights, wearing bandages upon cuffs and her top, swirly marine blue pantaloons as the cobra adornment on her forehead were all telltale signs of this being Shankha herself. “This town is under my protection...and I shan't have you threaten it, me-meow.”
“Pretty gutsy...but we'll just defeat you and then go through the main gate, taking what we want!” Isabelle Boots declared, taking out her cutlass and flintlock pistol, smirking while the rest of her crew went on to copy her. They each revealed themselves, giving weight to that statement through sheer numbers as they did outnumber Shankha considerably. “There is just one of you and many, many more of us. Surrender now and I'll be gentle...even give you a perfect position as my private performer~”
Jumping considerably high and then landing without a cinch, Shankha did so without a retort, her golden fur shining beneath the stars and moonlight, the nearby torches bringing a certain sheen to her hair. She had an expression of perpetual annoyance, the smallest though visible pout as if they were but an irritant to her own ongoing existence rather than dangerous people, which did irk Isabelle Boots. “So be it. You shall then add to the local economy, whether you want to or not, me-meow.”
This was an odd threat, an uncanny way to go on and try to intimidate them. Would this feline half-genie try to rob them after beating them all? An impossible task as far as Isabelle Boots was concerned as Shankha had landed straight in the middle of their group. She was surrounded, utterly outmatched and yet she did not unsheathe or even summon a weapon. She solely rose one arm, adjusted one hand and then...she swayed her hips? “Giving us a show, eh? Being sexy won't help you much, you know?”
“On the contrary. It has been my main and greatest weapon, as you shall soon see...me-meow~” Shankha replied to this comment, her tone a touch more sultry despite her expression being unchanging. Something rather intricate and intriguing was going on, those hips going on to sway and swing, a simple though elegant pattern not devoid of sensuality as everyone seemed wary about what this half-genie would actually do. Little was known about such half-breeds and what they could actually do, with stories told of how they could transform by dancing or that one's hair could split a ship in two. The unknown did make them pause though, preferring to act with a plan rather than chaotically. The crew waited for a command, an edict as to how they'd take care of this...yet only a momentary silence could be heard as Shankha was the sole being to speak so far. “Many travel far and wide to see me perform baladi...or belly dance in cruder language. You'll soon see why, me-meow...”
Her voice began to get faint, even a bit ethereal as Isabelle Boots continued looking at Shankha and those nice, smooth hips. The golden fur was simply splendid, covering that soft and nubile abdomen which went on to occasionally bump, roll and flutter forward and backward. Despite those changes, there was still the familiar pattern that was kept ongoing...right...left...right...left...easy to follow and identify, even easier to latch onto. That long ponytail swished behind her, going in the opposite direction as it created another thing to unwittingly lock one's gaze upon. Blue, gold and white...a trio of colors which complemented each other well as this lack of violence, of aggressive actions, continued.
“Why don't you all get a better look? A good audience ought to see all the intricacies I can showcase, me-meow~” Shankha said, less of a question and more of a suggestion as soon enough did the pirates that had been close to penetrating within Scuttle Town for nefarious deeds go on to follow what the half-genie said. No long surrounded, the nearby open gate turned into an improvised stage for Shankha to dance upon as soon did her other arm raise up and then she spun her hips wide and then short, a vortex of midriff magnificence for all of them to behold. “Very good. Why don't you gaze a little deeper, lose yourself in my allure a bit more, me-meow?~”
There was an ascending appeal to that voice, to the presence of Shankha as indeed one could verily understand why some would come far and wide to witness such dancing. That midsection was like water, waving upon the shore of their growing attraction to her as naught a pirate, not even Isabelle Boots, had uttered a single word for more than a few moments. In fact, some of the more easily-distracted amongst them went on to display an odd kind of detail in their own eyes: gold, blue and white swirls. Hints of smiles, an increasing arousal, a growth of focus on the fantastic feline as soon did the situation somewhat turn, albeit not a soul save the dancer was aware of it.
“You wouldn't dare go on and cause any harm to me or my town, yes? It would make me very cross and hurting your favorite dancer would be extremely disappointing...me-meow...” Shankha continued as her actual weapon of choice was a touch more openly-revealed: hypnosis. With the Hypno Baron as a past mentor, she had grown into an accomplished mesmerist and thus did any threat to her friends, her town and herself could be easily tamed by the willful and powerful half-genie. None could resist her, not even the dastardly Isabelle Boots who had dropped her weapons as her body went limp, relaxed and captivated by what she saw. A silly grin, swirling eyes and an absolutely vulnerable stance could be witnessed on the pirate captain, her crew following her on this as all were helpless and powerless before the hypnotic Shankha. “No...in fact, you want to make this town even safer, more prosperous...to make my place of power, my own domain, all the richer and better, me-meow~”
What had been left unsaid in this strong suggestion was perhaps as mighty and efficient as what had been said. The minds of every pirates swam within the veritable sea of what they could do to help Shankha as indeed if Scuttle Town hosted such a being...then it needed to be not just left alone, but improved as well. While many upon the crew did begin to think in exponentially submissive kind of thoughts, none did so as much as Isabelle Boots. Old secretary habits, the urge to please, kicked in with a vengeance as they tore down pride, ambition and greed in favor of adoration. As the bedlah beauty went on to spin some more, switching directions and then applying shimmies in random intervals, the wobble of that taut stomach and those sublime hips did ignite a fearsome desire to make Shankha happy in the pirate captain as she waggled her tail in response.
“If you are to come back to see me dance, as I'm sure is your deepest desire right now, then the dance parlor shall need to be expanded...and that requires coins, me-meow...” Shankha said, already instilling the needs and desires that were hers as she then went on to run her hands on her hourglass figure, doing so slowly as she stopped her circles and even her pendulum motions in favor of very fast and overwhelming shimmies. Piston-like motions done at a breakneck pace meant to overpower and seduce all that would see them...and it worked like a charm. “A bigger port for your ship as well will be necessary...you won't mind paying for it if it means you get seats to see me dance again, wouldn't you? Me-meow~”
That verbal tick, this signature little addition to all of her sentences acted as a catalyst, a trigger that made them all go deeper until they fell deep under a trance. Those hips absorbed all light, all colors, reverberating them into gold, white and blue circles that occasionally merged into swirls right behind the beautiful and divine Shankha. Their mind shut down, their senses gone, their willpower all but reduced to smithereens, they agreed and then went on to forget all about their plans for Scuttle Town...and went on to follow those of Shankha's instead.
One more threat had been neutralized as Scuttle Town's local guardian genie, mayor, acting deity and idol had managed to protect and even improve the life of just about everyone who inhabited this most sacred locale. To see her perform was to become a believer, as Tom Nook, the infamous Ammo Baron, and even the dastardly Isabelle Boots had become subjects to this goddess. Evening and night-time was when she'd gift them with a performance, when they'd give tribute as she'd use the found to enhance the town, making it bigger, larger, better and more. All adored her, the half-genie goddess of beauty and power ensuring that all those who revered and worshiped her would be protected, well-fed and live happily. This in turn empowered her, giving her followers, influence, riches as was her due...
As was the duty of all who lived and visited Scuttle Town...her domain.
I had a hungering for Ankha and I couldn't help but want to re-use a design I had made in the past https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48635751/
This was drawn to me as a Patreon reward from Mythkaz (the last one unfortunately, he's closing it down). The juxtaposition of the Egyptian-themed Ankha and the Middle-Eastern/Arabian Nights Shantae is one that was quite a hit and for good reasons. The colors, the mix, the haughty expression...a lot to love here and it's my pleasure to showcase this for everyone to see.
While his Patreon might close down soon, Mythkaz does still take commissions and you can check out his prices right here https://www.deviantart.com/mythkaz/.....Info-585343115 Just make sure he does have openings, though!
And while mine might suffer the same fate eventually due to new ToS, I still do have an active Patreon for the time being which you can see here https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now, who is Shankha and who exactly is seeing this obviously hypnotic performance? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
SHANKHA'S DOMAIN
Isabelle Boots needed a new turf to invade.
Ever since she dropped her job as a secretary to become a buccaneer, picking up ex-coworkers to fill up her crew, she had amassed a bit of a reputation. The “Cutesy Queen of the Seven Seas”, the first part of this moniker not quite to her liking yet such titles weren't entirely up to her. As much as she worked hard not to be adorable-looking, it was a lost cause and yet still did her pirate career did take off due to how many were disarmed by her looks. Who would believe such a small woman like her could be so deadly and merciless, after all? As it turned out, a great many given that tales of her exploits did travel far and wide.
Ports and fortresses were better-prepared though, which didn't necessarily hinder her too much, yet she did want an easy bounty on occasion. There was one spot, a secluded little town filled with magic and mayhem, guarded by the only guardian genie left in the surrounding waters, though Isabelle Boots knew her secret thanks to gossip and rumors getting carried to her own ears: she was only a half-genie. Scuttle Town, as it was called, was quite possibly protected only by the false deterrence of being met with the crushing might of a djinn should anyone threaten them, yet as tough as this Shankha was...she was but a lone half-breed against a seasoned crew of privateers, buccaneers and pirates of all kinds. Thus did they settle to raid and pillage this place, heading to Sequin Land.
It was under the cover of night-time when they did arrive, the lone lighthouse lighting up the path to this small though supposedly rich locale. Magic items, gems and other such objects of wealth could assuredly be found as they went on with a stealth approach for their first invasion. It was ever a matter of judging how well the first attack went before going for the crew and her's favorite method: bombarding and torching the place. If this was successful, they'd switch technique and create enough mayhem to rummage and loot all they could find...but first, some scouting and witnessing if Scuttle Town was indeed worth it or if the rumors were unfounded. No sense in trying again in a place devoid of much-desired bounty, after all.
As they got close to one of the gates, the darkness of the night certainly helping getting them there undetected, a rather surprising detail did not go unnoticed as this created confusion for both Isabelle Boots and her own crew: there were no guards. The nearby torches illuminating the entryway were devoid of any security, a shocking sight for a town whose riches were told in tall tales throughout the seas. Something fishy was up as Isabelle and her own cohort went on slowly and silently near the entrance, only to hear a voice from above.
“I was expecting you, me-meow,” said a feminine, near-annoyed and almost haughty voice as Isabelle Boots and the others joining her went on to look up, witnessing the culprit herself. The description matched the sole guardian of Scuttle Town, a bedlah-clad woman with long blue hair, gold highlights, wearing bandages upon cuffs and her top, swirly marine blue pantaloons as the cobra adornment on her forehead were all telltale signs of this being Shankha herself. “This town is under my protection...and I shan't have you threaten it, me-meow.”
“Pretty gutsy...but we'll just defeat you and then go through the main gate, taking what we want!” Isabelle Boots declared, taking out her cutlass and flintlock pistol, smirking while the rest of her crew went on to copy her. They each revealed themselves, giving weight to that statement through sheer numbers as they did outnumber Shankha considerably. “There is just one of you and many, many more of us. Surrender now and I'll be gentle...even give you a perfect position as my private performer~”
Jumping considerably high and then landing without a cinch, Shankha did so without a retort, her golden fur shining beneath the stars and moonlight, the nearby torches bringing a certain sheen to her hair. She had an expression of perpetual annoyance, the smallest though visible pout as if they were but an irritant to her own ongoing existence rather than dangerous people, which did irk Isabelle Boots. “So be it. You shall then add to the local economy, whether you want to or not, me-meow.”
This was an odd threat, an uncanny way to go on and try to intimidate them. Would this feline half-genie try to rob them after beating them all? An impossible task as far as Isabelle Boots was concerned as Shankha had landed straight in the middle of their group. She was surrounded, utterly outmatched and yet she did not unsheathe or even summon a weapon. She solely rose one arm, adjusted one hand and then...she swayed her hips? “Giving us a show, eh? Being sexy won't help you much, you know?”
“On the contrary. It has been my main and greatest weapon, as you shall soon see...me-meow~” Shankha replied to this comment, her tone a touch more sultry despite her expression being unchanging. Something rather intricate and intriguing was going on, those hips going on to sway and swing, a simple though elegant pattern not devoid of sensuality as everyone seemed wary about what this half-genie would actually do. Little was known about such half-breeds and what they could actually do, with stories told of how they could transform by dancing or that one's hair could split a ship in two. The unknown did make them pause though, preferring to act with a plan rather than chaotically. The crew waited for a command, an edict as to how they'd take care of this...yet only a momentary silence could be heard as Shankha was the sole being to speak so far. “Many travel far and wide to see me perform baladi...or belly dance in cruder language. You'll soon see why, me-meow...”
Her voice began to get faint, even a bit ethereal as Isabelle Boots continued looking at Shankha and those nice, smooth hips. The golden fur was simply splendid, covering that soft and nubile abdomen which went on to occasionally bump, roll and flutter forward and backward. Despite those changes, there was still the familiar pattern that was kept ongoing...right...left...right...left...easy to follow and identify, even easier to latch onto. That long ponytail swished behind her, going in the opposite direction as it created another thing to unwittingly lock one's gaze upon. Blue, gold and white...a trio of colors which complemented each other well as this lack of violence, of aggressive actions, continued.
“Why don't you all get a better look? A good audience ought to see all the intricacies I can showcase, me-meow~” Shankha said, less of a question and more of a suggestion as soon enough did the pirates that had been close to penetrating within Scuttle Town for nefarious deeds go on to follow what the half-genie said. No long surrounded, the nearby open gate turned into an improvised stage for Shankha to dance upon as soon did her other arm raise up and then she spun her hips wide and then short, a vortex of midriff magnificence for all of them to behold. “Very good. Why don't you gaze a little deeper, lose yourself in my allure a bit more, me-meow?~”
There was an ascending appeal to that voice, to the presence of Shankha as indeed one could verily understand why some would come far and wide to witness such dancing. That midsection was like water, waving upon the shore of their growing attraction to her as naught a pirate, not even Isabelle Boots, had uttered a single word for more than a few moments. In fact, some of the more easily-distracted amongst them went on to display an odd kind of detail in their own eyes: gold, blue and white swirls. Hints of smiles, an increasing arousal, a growth of focus on the fantastic feline as soon did the situation somewhat turn, albeit not a soul save the dancer was aware of it.
“You wouldn't dare go on and cause any harm to me or my town, yes? It would make me very cross and hurting your favorite dancer would be extremely disappointing...me-meow...” Shankha continued as her actual weapon of choice was a touch more openly-revealed: hypnosis. With the Hypno Baron as a past mentor, she had grown into an accomplished mesmerist and thus did any threat to her friends, her town and herself could be easily tamed by the willful and powerful half-genie. None could resist her, not even the dastardly Isabelle Boots who had dropped her weapons as her body went limp, relaxed and captivated by what she saw. A silly grin, swirling eyes and an absolutely vulnerable stance could be witnessed on the pirate captain, her crew following her on this as all were helpless and powerless before the hypnotic Shankha. “No...in fact, you want to make this town even safer, more prosperous...to make my place of power, my own domain, all the richer and better, me-meow~”
What had been left unsaid in this strong suggestion was perhaps as mighty and efficient as what had been said. The minds of every pirates swam within the veritable sea of what they could do to help Shankha as indeed if Scuttle Town hosted such a being...then it needed to be not just left alone, but improved as well. While many upon the crew did begin to think in exponentially submissive kind of thoughts, none did so as much as Isabelle Boots. Old secretary habits, the urge to please, kicked in with a vengeance as they tore down pride, ambition and greed in favor of adoration. As the bedlah beauty went on to spin some more, switching directions and then applying shimmies in random intervals, the wobble of that taut stomach and those sublime hips did ignite a fearsome desire to make Shankha happy in the pirate captain as she waggled her tail in response.
“If you are to come back to see me dance, as I'm sure is your deepest desire right now, then the dance parlor shall need to be expanded...and that requires coins, me-meow...” Shankha said, already instilling the needs and desires that were hers as she then went on to run her hands on her hourglass figure, doing so slowly as she stopped her circles and even her pendulum motions in favor of very fast and overwhelming shimmies. Piston-like motions done at a breakneck pace meant to overpower and seduce all that would see them...and it worked like a charm. “A bigger port for your ship as well will be necessary...you won't mind paying for it if it means you get seats to see me dance again, wouldn't you? Me-meow~”
That verbal tick, this signature little addition to all of her sentences acted as a catalyst, a trigger that made them all go deeper until they fell deep under a trance. Those hips absorbed all light, all colors, reverberating them into gold, white and blue circles that occasionally merged into swirls right behind the beautiful and divine Shankha. Their mind shut down, their senses gone, their willpower all but reduced to smithereens, they agreed and then went on to forget all about their plans for Scuttle Town...and went on to follow those of Shankha's instead.
One more threat had been neutralized as Scuttle Town's local guardian genie, mayor, acting deity and idol had managed to protect and even improve the life of just about everyone who inhabited this most sacred locale. To see her perform was to become a believer, as Tom Nook, the infamous Ammo Baron, and even the dastardly Isabelle Boots had become subjects to this goddess. Evening and night-time was when she'd gift them with a performance, when they'd give tribute as she'd use the found to enhance the town, making it bigger, larger, better and more. All adored her, the half-genie goddess of beauty and power ensuring that all those who revered and worshiped her would be protected, well-fed and live happily. This in turn empowered her, giving her followers, influence, riches as was her due...
As was the duty of all who lived and visited Scuttle Town...her domain.
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