*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60539345/ *



Never enough Shankha.



Ever since that wild concept was done on a whim by me and GAZZRR, a few ideas and other artists took interest in the idea as I've been writing not just her but a variety of other Ankha variants. BlueshiDX was the latest to take an interest as they drew her, which prompted for me to have inspiration for a new tale. Synergy at its best, truly.



If you like their style, do know that BlueshiXD does take commissions. https://www.deviantart.com/blueshid.....ion-1142616448



Now who gets to see such a trippy version of Shankha? Read on and find out!



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SOOTHING THE SULTANYA



Something was wrong with Scuttle Town.



The Sultanya of Sequin Land knew it deep in her bone when the various taxes and other means of fealty and duties were oft late or simply diminished in their amount and quality. Low amount of gems and coins, a smaller amount of fish barrels and local produce, less visitors making demands or asking what was needed...they were growing secular and she did not like that. The mayor, a buffoon yet an useful one, hadn't been quite the sycophant he usually was, his thoughts elsewhere and she had a hunch as to what was going on, who was to blame.



Shankha.



Yes, she was a local half-genie hero, a guardian and someone who had taken care of many things, including Isabelle Boots, yet perhaps her recent success had made her grown bold to the point of arrogance. She did have the royal guard, she was the one dealing with the neighboring sultanates, kingdoms and such. She ought be at the service of the Sultanya, not the other way around as she sent word, an official missive summoning the half-genie to the court. She'd ask what was going on, try to be subtle in what suspicions she held and would allow for this current trajectory to be realigned with the interests of Sequin Land...or else.



It took very little time for the feline potential felon to arrive, punctuality being at least a good trait of that woman as the Sultanya decided to make a show out of this presentation. A dozen heavily armored and armed guards, six on each side of the long and large carpet of the throne room. A show of force, both regal yet also deadly in its seriousness. Yet as Shankha did arrive was her expression as ever neutral, looking disinterested and unimpressed. Part of the Sultanya's expectation was to have her realize the seriousness of the situation, perhaps a little inflection on her face if only to see the dawn of worry upon that half-genie's visage...yet it was not to be it seemed. She could almost respect that.



“You do know why you've been summoned, Shankha?” the Sultanya went on to ask, her tone inquisitive yet charged with a certain rhetorical tone. She wanted to see if she was indeed aware of her possible transgressions, of the reason why someone in power, in charge like the legitimate ruler of these lands would invoke her to stand before her.



“I do not, your majesty” Shankha went on to say, respecting decorum in speech if not in gesture as she did not kneel nor bow her head. The bedlah-clad half-genie, the blue and gold wonder as some called her, was standing her ground, looking up to the Sultanya with still the same disinterested expression.



“Your tributes, taxes and general connection to the court, to my court, has been sorely lacking in the last few weeks,” the Sultanya went on to explain, her tone stern as with but a gesture of a solitary finger did the guards move forward one step, striking the ground with the butt of their spear to amplify the gravitas of the situation. “Do not feign ignorance on this matter. I know your influence has grown, your reputation and the adoration of the people of Scuttle Town reaching even my ears. The mayor is too scared and reverent of me to willingly offend me...so I feel the one who'd be closest to nurturing such insulting gestures would be you. Would you care to comment on that, genie guardian?”



“Ah,” Shankha retorted, her very simple and monosyllabic answer frustratingly curt, not to the Sultanya's liking in the slightest. No surprise, no shock, not even the modesty and kindness to look worried. It seemed almost like an approbation of those suspicions, an open admission without words to back it up. “But, your majesty, it is as per your instructions, do you not remember?”



“I recall no such edict on my part. Do not play me for the fool,” an unhappy grin followed by the raising of an eyebrow accompanied the Sultanya's reply to this inadequate answer. This was presumptuous, downright blasphemous to try and pin this on the ruling authority that she is as she was about to rise from her gigantic height until the half-genie went on to sway her hips and swish her long ponytail. “Do you try to mock me? Now is not the time to dance!”



The guards were about to advance and arrest this insolent guest, yet their proximity and their better view of the half-genie and belly dancer stopped them in their tracks. Her hair, lustrous and glimmering, swished around while her hips went on to buck and retract, swishing and swaying while her belly went on to flutter. Her arms began to roll, extending while her wrapped cuffs twirled alight, the metal beneath the bandages glimmering. Hands and fingers beckoned, intertwining as she rotated in place, her steps deliberate and small in order to present what was a tantalizing display.



“Guards! Seize her!” the Sultanya went on to demand, her tone insistent and indignant and yet naught was done to soothe her current need, to obey her instructions. It was a massive irritant, yet as Shankha twirled on the spot did her eyes lock up on the Sultanya's and immediately did something more uncanny occur. A reverberation, an unwitting zoom-in and lock-on from her own sight as those deep pools of azure swirled with gilded lines, spirals forming in a subtle fashion before becoming all the more enticing and present. The gold and blue that she represented became all the more noticeable, especially in that gaze of hers.



“You know better than anyone how my power is much more considerable than common folks would be aware...for I am not half-genie at all...but a full on, me-meow~,” Shankha began to explain, her voice gaining a deeper tint, a sultry yet also confident undertone as her charisma peaked as she said this simple thing, this me-meow. “And Scuttle Town being thus is as per your wish, a boon granted in pure respect, your majesty.”



Her memories were fuzzy, something wrong happening and yet the dance made reality pulsate, concentrating around this feline performer. Each rotation and spin of her hips, every slight undulation, expansion or retraction upon her stomach made things so hard to focus on if it wasn't Shankha. Her tongue tied, her body feeling light in a faint manner, the Sultanya couldn't even witness how her guards fell on one knee, subsumed by the potency of Shankha's presence and magnificence. Illusory smoke went on to erupt, as if Shankha was revealing herself before the liege of Sequin Land and Scuttle Town.



“You wished for more time for yourself, for less worries...and so I took Scuttle Town from you, me-meow~” Shankha further contextualized, moving closer to the Sultanya with but a careful couple of steps simulated with her smoke appendage. Hands risen above her head, then resting behind it did she shimmy her hips, a veritable quake of sensuality and skills which made her seem gigantic, towering over the Sultanya in presence alone. “So I took the necessary steps to ensure that it would be no bother to you...to be an autonomous function and still a critical and important point of Sequin Land commerce, me-meow~”



Those me-meows just seemed to suck out her focus, claiming her focus as the Sultanya was completely attentive and receptive to what the genie guardian was proclaiming. It did sound indeed like a potent gift, something she would command from an almighty genie. Of course, Shankha was the protector of these lands, of her people and her interests. It would make no sense for her to try and usurp or insult her...no, it was much more logical that a genie like her would act in her best interests according to her own instructions.



SNAP!



The sound of fingers snapping awakened the Sultanya's and her entourage as she went on to regain her composure, her own anchor being to reality. The guards themselves silently returned to their post as their ruler went on to clear her throat, the last few minutes but a blur in her memory as to their context, yet potent all the same. “I see. You may continue acting as per our wishes then, Shankha. Your good work can proceed on.”



With nary a bow or reply did Shankha leave as the last time she had to do that was months ago. The Sultanya was unneeded in her town, be it for her interference or her demands. She would not share dominion over her subjects as Shankha was thankful that she was, much like a good many deal of people, susceptible and vulnerable to hypnosis. Perhaps someday she'd need to tend to that situation in a more permanent fashion, yet for now she'd much rather take care of her flock and make Scuttle Town the best it could ever be.



Something the Sultanya would simply never do as well as her.