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Since I was on a furry binge, I couldn't go on and leave another beloved gal alone, this time going with Ankha.
I wrote some stuff with her (including lewds) and I wanted to see how EmeraldSphynx emeraldsphynx would draw her...and I have to say I'm pretty impressed by how she managed to both respect the Animal Crossing style while also going for a more charming/sexy approach all at the same time. The curves, that neutral expression, that Egyptian flair, her outfit...all good stuff. Honestly, go check out her prices and give her a chance; you will not regret it: https://www.deviantart.com/emeralds.....Info-849326117
As for the tale, this one is a little more PG though still filled with the material I am known for. Baladi, hypnosis and charming focus with a certain cat girl showing just who's the boss to a large amount of people. However, should you want to read the NSFW Ankha tale, and possibly support my work, then you can head out to my Patreon right here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now read on and enjoy. ;)
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SPOTLIGHT ON ANKHA
People were getting excited for the talent show.
Those living on Riviere Island were part of a pretty tight and joyous community. A few shops, a town hall and regular events made it so they were all friendly with one another, creating something that most could call paradisiac as animosity was short-lived while the sense of belonging created much happiness around. Fishing tournaments, festivals, gatherings to listen to K.K. Slider on a weekly basis, visiting the museum...all good opportunities for everyone to get to know each other. There was, however, one notable exception as she was ever a bit reclusive, condescending and had a very high opinion of herself.
Ankha.
As most of everyone went on to converse about what kind of hidden or obvious talent they'd put on display for a chance to win the prize, the feline herself did not care much, a very faint interest coming from her as if she was obligated to actually watch it, her temperament a suggestion that she'd rather do something else. Most tolerated her, trying to make her participate and she usually did...yet it was a stretch as if everything was beneath her in a way. It made some uncomfortable whilst others had grown tired of that snooty near-arrogance she put on display...yet a few handful did try their best to make her feel included, like the ever-friendly Isabelle who came in to see Ankha just as she was about to come to the island plaza.
“Hello Ankha!” the always cheerful resident service clerk said, enthusiastic as she approached the eternally-neutral feline, her expression always stuck in a position that made it seem like Ankha cared about nothing. It did not deter Isabelle as she went with a small brochure of her own confection, offering it to the denizen of Riviere Island. “Can we count on you to participate? I'm sure you've got some incredible talent just waiting to shine!”
A quick look at the brochure, no change in her expression as Ankha just handed it back. “No thank you,” she replied without malice nor passion, seemingly disinterested by the whole notion of showing off. Even during the bug-catching events and other such competitions she was by her lonesome, never quite going all for it and this time was no exception. “I fear I would only diminish the effort of others, winning instantly.”
“Oh, that's rich!” Pierce said, the buff and sport-fixated eagle went on to say, hearing this reply as he was of those who did not exactly enjoy much of Ankha's demeanor, especially her aloof attitude when it came to training and exercise. “You just don't have much of nothing and you feel you'll lose to me. I'm sure that's the reason.”
As Isabelle tried to calm the situation down, embarrassed by this show of hostility, Ankha merely raised an eyebrow, her mouth still in the same position as if she was either intrigued or annoyed by this declaration, both being in the realm of possibility given the circumstances. Others seemed intrigued by this, Pierce being the first to actually speak thusly to Ankha, some either too respectuous to do so or actually scared of the Egyptian-themed cat as they merely let her be. This caused a little scene as nobody seemed to know how Ankha would react, with her moving one hand toward Isabelle.
“Very well. Hand me the brochure,” Ankha asked, picking up the offer and taking the bait of this challenge as she turned around, quite probably to prepare herself for whatever would come next as the talent show was later in the evening, happening in the plaza. “Prepare to lose...peasant.”
This was her favorite expression, one that did rub a lot of people the wrong way and which cemented the general opinion on her. Thinking of others like peasants did indeed suggest that she thought of herself as superior and as Pierce smirked at the thought of putting her back in her rightful place he left as well. This promised to be a rather eventful evening as Isabelle was slightly worried, hoping that nothing rash or offensive would come out of this as she did enjoy how everyone could mostly get along, such moments ever making her wary. Still, nothing else of particular note happened to sour the rest of the day as many went on to prepare themselves for the talent show, hoping to win and make their own skills be known by others.
Eventually the moment came when the judges were seated, a small stage set and things would be ready to proceed as three would get to give scores to the participants: Isabelle, Tom Nook and K.K. Slider himself, the latter of the three quite good in recognizing talent. There was a certain trepidation in the air, this being the very first time they hosted such a thing. With such a small community they thought that it might not be especially successful, yet with Ankha actually registering all besides the judges would participate. This did cause some pleasant feelings for Isabelle and Tom Nook, those two hopeful for this to be a hit for different reasons altogether.
The first to come on stage was Goldie, who went on to sing a song she wrote, a moving little ballad which did earn her some points. Alfonso was next, showing off his bug collection as he seemingly did not get what he was supposed to do and, as interesting as it was, did not score him much points. Many more came, with wild things to show off, including Pierce who wanted to show his strength by lifting weights in front of everyone, which was impressive though not entirely much of a spectacle. It was a diverse range of talents on display, making it interesting as everyone had gathered to witness it, to see just how fantastic the others were. It was a competition, yet a good-spirited one as cheers came roaring even when things weren't as formidable as they could be. Then, before they could judge who the winner would be, there was one final contestant that needed to demonstrate her own talent, the last registered: Ankha herself.
Pierce scoffed, trying to rile her up as she moved toward the stage, placing a small radio in which she placed a cassette within. She was dressed in a large cloak, the kind which hid her vestments as everyone was on the edge of their seat as to see her actually participate like this was rare. The fact that it was due to a challenge was making things even more interesting, silence settling in so as to make it so people would be focused on her.
“So, what is it that you'll show us, Ankha?” Isabelle asked, indeed curious as everyone announced what their act and feats would be. The feline's expression changed not as her tail swayed behind, then pressed on the play button of the radio as a tune that K.K. Slider recognized began to play: K.K. Bazaar.
“Observe and rejoice, for I will show you the depths of my power, peasants,” Ankha stated as the song was beginning and she removed her cloak in one fell swoop of her hand and arm. With this she revealed herself and it caused a stupefaction translated either by sudden silence by some or gasps of surprise by others. Here she was, dressed in a bedlah that was edged between beautiful and provocative, between exotic and familiar due to its color scheme: her own blue and gold. A top in which a small part of her cleavage could be witnessed, a hip scarf hanging around her waist in a curve, coins and beads dangling upon it, golden jewelry like cuffs in which a veil was attached, one sparkling in the artificial light of the stage. The spotlights were on her, making it so all could see the gold and blue swirls on her vestment as all could guess what she was about to do now, with her midriff bare for all to see: baladi, or belly dancing as some would call it. “Gaze at me and focus on my performance.”
The way she spoke was imperative, a command told by a queen-like being as she began to sway her hips and then twirled in place twice as she lifted her arms, making it so the veil would swish in the air due to her motions. One moment she occupied one static place on the stage, yet her feet were dainty and agile, making it so she budged and covered all angles and spots quite quickly. Her grace was uncanny, the stoic feline performing in a way that was enchanting as K.K. Slider's song played at just the right volume while her hip swaying turning to hip twists while she stood on the tip of her toes, as if trying to shake up everyone's gaze and brain all at once.
There was a magic in this dance, something which made everyone fall silent as if uttering a single sound would shatter the effect...and in this they were partly right as Ankha was a being of ancient lineage, far older than one could ever guess. She did possess power, mystical at that, which is why a great many of them began to witness something that shouldn't be, though dared not question it: spirals. The swirls on her outfit were spinning slowly just as she began to go for some hip circles, widening and then reducing their range to show how nimble and sensual she could be even though her expression never changed. The swirls began to occasionally pop up right in the air, accompanying the sight of the feline dancer as the gold and blue Ankha gained completely in presence, charisma...and sheer magnetism by the second for all.
Each saw and felt things differently, their perceptions shaping up this event though they all converged toward a particular crescendo: awe in front of Ankha. Some were obviously seduced, finding her beautiful and irresistible as the spirals made them focus completely on her, the night sky and the Resident Service building now gone in favor of gold and blue spirals that completely mesmerized them. Others were simply impressed in such a way that they kept on upping their view on Ankha toward the positive, praising her in silence as she gained in positive attributes. As she shimmied her hips for a moment, a seemingly random blast of fast hip shakes, it seemed to have unlocked quite a few thoughts or lack thereof for many, each reacting accordingly.
For Isabelle, Ankha had become some kind of person to emulate, to strive to become as the dancer in front of her was just awe-inspiring, mind-blowing in fact. The way she moved that midriff through undulations with such confidence made her feel small in front of such charisma, such beauty. It was absolutely wondrous to behold such a sight, to live an experience like this as the feline was all that she could focus upon.
Tom Nook saw things differently, the gold speaking to him much more eloquently than any other aspects. With Ankha being covered in such riches, she had become the very representation of this precious metal to him, symbolizing her as something to be coveted and respected, a person to be admired and cherished. This gave way to a certain adulation as the golden part of the swirls seemed more radiant, more shining as if she had become a glistening golem made of gold, though still dancing with sensuality beyond compare.
K.K. Slider had his own interpretation, though, his own creating playing in the background as he listened to it while she danced and his particular creative spirit was twirling around while she bent her back and rotated her shoulders, shimmying them to push out her chest as well. It was as if he had created this song solely for this moment, destiny playing its part as he was wholly charmed by the Egyptian cat, by her seductive sways as this song turned into a tribute to her in his mind, albeit one made much before this specific moment. So great was she that he couldn't think of anything else beside Ankha as he heard this song.
The others all went through the same experience, a filter of their psyche making it so everything was tributed and made for Ankha as they all ended up in the same state: hypnotized. Their eyes mimicked the swirls as their mouth turned into silly grins and smiles, each lost in trance of adoration and worship translated through various focus, reactions and scenarios playing within their mind. As Ankha shone and swayed on the stage, her gaze unchanging, they felt the weight of her power, of her might and influence and they each fell one by one in the bliss of her control, of her magnificence. They were at her mercy now, completely dominated and just waiting for things to evolve even further as her power was absolute.
For a moment, as Ankha rose and did a few belly rolls as she rose her hands and waved her arms in serpent-like fashions, the temptation to just claim them all was real. She had been a queen once, with subjects and slaves, with her every words seen as edicts to be obeyed. A queendom of her own to shape up as she saw fit...and it could be the reality of this island, the start of something else. However, as she thought upon this, she refused this particular thought as she had moved away from such a role as the burden of ruling was a chore and a bore. The thrill of dominance was a short-lived one, especially on too large a scale as she ever-needed to make things everything would be alright for everyone. This new life of hers was an escape from that, a peaceful respite that she actually enjoyed.
As she saw the look of bliss and ecstasy, witnessed the complete attention that she had and how she could simply turn everyone into slaves and worshipers right here and now, she simply went on to shimmy some more while spinning with her arms wide. Then she made a decision as she knew those were good people, with their flaws and all. She enjoyed their company though she did not quite know how to mingle with them, her own awareness of her superiority sometimes being an obstacle in socialization. It wasn't their fault and she had to be magnanimous as she sighed and then went on to go with some figure eights, moving one leg forward in order to really put an emphasis on the flexible hips that she had bombarded them with.
“As you can see...I am the clear winner of this contest. A perfect score on all accounts,” she said, immediately claiming victory as she had indeed shown her own incredible talent with both dancing and hypnosis, with magic of the most charming and persuasive kind. This was her right, having indeed won this challenge of hers as she then looked at Pierce, a faint glimmer in her eyes telling of a petty though satisfying revenge scheme she had on her mind. “Now recall Pierce that I won this bet of ours...and you shall become my servant for a whole week...and perhaps more if you behave.”
SNAP!
Her fingers snapped and awoke everyone, all of them a little groggy and rather unaware of what had truly transpired. The song ended and they clapped for a long time, five full minutes in fact as they knew that Ankha had won. Their opinion of her had changed, all of them being admirative for her dance, though its effects were unknown for the most part as the feline was handed the trophy, which they all felt she had more than deserved. Then, it was business as usual as Ankha returned to being herself, though all saw that she did indeed possess some talent of rather impressive range. She still had a certain reluctance and an aloof attitude, a penchant for calling others peasant and a very high opinion of herself...yet she was part of the community and she did participate in her own way. Isabelle had even started to hang with her after work, receiving some lessons and the two forming a certain friendship, though Ankha would never exactly call it as such despite how obvious it was.
As for Pierce, his memories and those of others had been altered as he now believed himself her servant for a week...only for Ankha to enjoy it as a callback to her past as the eagle never quite was released from her grasp, obeying her commands and very soon learning to enjoy it. None saw this as bizarre, her magic making it so none would question it in the first place. As much as she did not want to return to being a queen...
She ever did enjoy being pampered by her own slaves.
Since I was on a furry binge, I couldn't go on and leave another beloved gal alone, this time going with Ankha.
I wrote some stuff with her (including lewds) and I wanted to see how EmeraldSphynx emeraldsphynx would draw her...and I have to say I'm pretty impressed by how she managed to both respect the Animal Crossing style while also going for a more charming/sexy approach all at the same time. The curves, that neutral expression, that Egyptian flair, her outfit...all good stuff. Honestly, go check out her prices and give her a chance; you will not regret it: https://www.deviantart.com/emeralds.....Info-849326117
As for the tale, this one is a little more PG though still filled with the material I am known for. Baladi, hypnosis and charming focus with a certain cat girl showing just who's the boss to a large amount of people. However, should you want to read the NSFW Ankha tale, and possibly support my work, then you can head out to my Patreon right here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now read on and enjoy. ;)
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SPOTLIGHT ON ANKHA
People were getting excited for the talent show.
Those living on Riviere Island were part of a pretty tight and joyous community. A few shops, a town hall and regular events made it so they were all friendly with one another, creating something that most could call paradisiac as animosity was short-lived while the sense of belonging created much happiness around. Fishing tournaments, festivals, gatherings to listen to K.K. Slider on a weekly basis, visiting the museum...all good opportunities for everyone to get to know each other. There was, however, one notable exception as she was ever a bit reclusive, condescending and had a very high opinion of herself.
Ankha.
As most of everyone went on to converse about what kind of hidden or obvious talent they'd put on display for a chance to win the prize, the feline herself did not care much, a very faint interest coming from her as if she was obligated to actually watch it, her temperament a suggestion that she'd rather do something else. Most tolerated her, trying to make her participate and she usually did...yet it was a stretch as if everything was beneath her in a way. It made some uncomfortable whilst others had grown tired of that snooty near-arrogance she put on display...yet a few handful did try their best to make her feel included, like the ever-friendly Isabelle who came in to see Ankha just as she was about to come to the island plaza.
“Hello Ankha!” the always cheerful resident service clerk said, enthusiastic as she approached the eternally-neutral feline, her expression always stuck in a position that made it seem like Ankha cared about nothing. It did not deter Isabelle as she went with a small brochure of her own confection, offering it to the denizen of Riviere Island. “Can we count on you to participate? I'm sure you've got some incredible talent just waiting to shine!”
A quick look at the brochure, no change in her expression as Ankha just handed it back. “No thank you,” she replied without malice nor passion, seemingly disinterested by the whole notion of showing off. Even during the bug-catching events and other such competitions she was by her lonesome, never quite going all for it and this time was no exception. “I fear I would only diminish the effort of others, winning instantly.”
“Oh, that's rich!” Pierce said, the buff and sport-fixated eagle went on to say, hearing this reply as he was of those who did not exactly enjoy much of Ankha's demeanor, especially her aloof attitude when it came to training and exercise. “You just don't have much of nothing and you feel you'll lose to me. I'm sure that's the reason.”
As Isabelle tried to calm the situation down, embarrassed by this show of hostility, Ankha merely raised an eyebrow, her mouth still in the same position as if she was either intrigued or annoyed by this declaration, both being in the realm of possibility given the circumstances. Others seemed intrigued by this, Pierce being the first to actually speak thusly to Ankha, some either too respectuous to do so or actually scared of the Egyptian-themed cat as they merely let her be. This caused a little scene as nobody seemed to know how Ankha would react, with her moving one hand toward Isabelle.
“Very well. Hand me the brochure,” Ankha asked, picking up the offer and taking the bait of this challenge as she turned around, quite probably to prepare herself for whatever would come next as the talent show was later in the evening, happening in the plaza. “Prepare to lose...peasant.”
This was her favorite expression, one that did rub a lot of people the wrong way and which cemented the general opinion on her. Thinking of others like peasants did indeed suggest that she thought of herself as superior and as Pierce smirked at the thought of putting her back in her rightful place he left as well. This promised to be a rather eventful evening as Isabelle was slightly worried, hoping that nothing rash or offensive would come out of this as she did enjoy how everyone could mostly get along, such moments ever making her wary. Still, nothing else of particular note happened to sour the rest of the day as many went on to prepare themselves for the talent show, hoping to win and make their own skills be known by others.
Eventually the moment came when the judges were seated, a small stage set and things would be ready to proceed as three would get to give scores to the participants: Isabelle, Tom Nook and K.K. Slider himself, the latter of the three quite good in recognizing talent. There was a certain trepidation in the air, this being the very first time they hosted such a thing. With such a small community they thought that it might not be especially successful, yet with Ankha actually registering all besides the judges would participate. This did cause some pleasant feelings for Isabelle and Tom Nook, those two hopeful for this to be a hit for different reasons altogether.
The first to come on stage was Goldie, who went on to sing a song she wrote, a moving little ballad which did earn her some points. Alfonso was next, showing off his bug collection as he seemingly did not get what he was supposed to do and, as interesting as it was, did not score him much points. Many more came, with wild things to show off, including Pierce who wanted to show his strength by lifting weights in front of everyone, which was impressive though not entirely much of a spectacle. It was a diverse range of talents on display, making it interesting as everyone had gathered to witness it, to see just how fantastic the others were. It was a competition, yet a good-spirited one as cheers came roaring even when things weren't as formidable as they could be. Then, before they could judge who the winner would be, there was one final contestant that needed to demonstrate her own talent, the last registered: Ankha herself.
Pierce scoffed, trying to rile her up as she moved toward the stage, placing a small radio in which she placed a cassette within. She was dressed in a large cloak, the kind which hid her vestments as everyone was on the edge of their seat as to see her actually participate like this was rare. The fact that it was due to a challenge was making things even more interesting, silence settling in so as to make it so people would be focused on her.
“So, what is it that you'll show us, Ankha?” Isabelle asked, indeed curious as everyone announced what their act and feats would be. The feline's expression changed not as her tail swayed behind, then pressed on the play button of the radio as a tune that K.K. Slider recognized began to play: K.K. Bazaar.
“Observe and rejoice, for I will show you the depths of my power, peasants,” Ankha stated as the song was beginning and she removed her cloak in one fell swoop of her hand and arm. With this she revealed herself and it caused a stupefaction translated either by sudden silence by some or gasps of surprise by others. Here she was, dressed in a bedlah that was edged between beautiful and provocative, between exotic and familiar due to its color scheme: her own blue and gold. A top in which a small part of her cleavage could be witnessed, a hip scarf hanging around her waist in a curve, coins and beads dangling upon it, golden jewelry like cuffs in which a veil was attached, one sparkling in the artificial light of the stage. The spotlights were on her, making it so all could see the gold and blue swirls on her vestment as all could guess what she was about to do now, with her midriff bare for all to see: baladi, or belly dancing as some would call it. “Gaze at me and focus on my performance.”
The way she spoke was imperative, a command told by a queen-like being as she began to sway her hips and then twirled in place twice as she lifted her arms, making it so the veil would swish in the air due to her motions. One moment she occupied one static place on the stage, yet her feet were dainty and agile, making it so she budged and covered all angles and spots quite quickly. Her grace was uncanny, the stoic feline performing in a way that was enchanting as K.K. Slider's song played at just the right volume while her hip swaying turning to hip twists while she stood on the tip of her toes, as if trying to shake up everyone's gaze and brain all at once.
There was a magic in this dance, something which made everyone fall silent as if uttering a single sound would shatter the effect...and in this they were partly right as Ankha was a being of ancient lineage, far older than one could ever guess. She did possess power, mystical at that, which is why a great many of them began to witness something that shouldn't be, though dared not question it: spirals. The swirls on her outfit were spinning slowly just as she began to go for some hip circles, widening and then reducing their range to show how nimble and sensual she could be even though her expression never changed. The swirls began to occasionally pop up right in the air, accompanying the sight of the feline dancer as the gold and blue Ankha gained completely in presence, charisma...and sheer magnetism by the second for all.
Each saw and felt things differently, their perceptions shaping up this event though they all converged toward a particular crescendo: awe in front of Ankha. Some were obviously seduced, finding her beautiful and irresistible as the spirals made them focus completely on her, the night sky and the Resident Service building now gone in favor of gold and blue spirals that completely mesmerized them. Others were simply impressed in such a way that they kept on upping their view on Ankha toward the positive, praising her in silence as she gained in positive attributes. As she shimmied her hips for a moment, a seemingly random blast of fast hip shakes, it seemed to have unlocked quite a few thoughts or lack thereof for many, each reacting accordingly.
For Isabelle, Ankha had become some kind of person to emulate, to strive to become as the dancer in front of her was just awe-inspiring, mind-blowing in fact. The way she moved that midriff through undulations with such confidence made her feel small in front of such charisma, such beauty. It was absolutely wondrous to behold such a sight, to live an experience like this as the feline was all that she could focus upon.
Tom Nook saw things differently, the gold speaking to him much more eloquently than any other aspects. With Ankha being covered in such riches, she had become the very representation of this precious metal to him, symbolizing her as something to be coveted and respected, a person to be admired and cherished. This gave way to a certain adulation as the golden part of the swirls seemed more radiant, more shining as if she had become a glistening golem made of gold, though still dancing with sensuality beyond compare.
K.K. Slider had his own interpretation, though, his own creating playing in the background as he listened to it while she danced and his particular creative spirit was twirling around while she bent her back and rotated her shoulders, shimmying them to push out her chest as well. It was as if he had created this song solely for this moment, destiny playing its part as he was wholly charmed by the Egyptian cat, by her seductive sways as this song turned into a tribute to her in his mind, albeit one made much before this specific moment. So great was she that he couldn't think of anything else beside Ankha as he heard this song.
The others all went through the same experience, a filter of their psyche making it so everything was tributed and made for Ankha as they all ended up in the same state: hypnotized. Their eyes mimicked the swirls as their mouth turned into silly grins and smiles, each lost in trance of adoration and worship translated through various focus, reactions and scenarios playing within their mind. As Ankha shone and swayed on the stage, her gaze unchanging, they felt the weight of her power, of her might and influence and they each fell one by one in the bliss of her control, of her magnificence. They were at her mercy now, completely dominated and just waiting for things to evolve even further as her power was absolute.
For a moment, as Ankha rose and did a few belly rolls as she rose her hands and waved her arms in serpent-like fashions, the temptation to just claim them all was real. She had been a queen once, with subjects and slaves, with her every words seen as edicts to be obeyed. A queendom of her own to shape up as she saw fit...and it could be the reality of this island, the start of something else. However, as she thought upon this, she refused this particular thought as she had moved away from such a role as the burden of ruling was a chore and a bore. The thrill of dominance was a short-lived one, especially on too large a scale as she ever-needed to make things everything would be alright for everyone. This new life of hers was an escape from that, a peaceful respite that she actually enjoyed.
As she saw the look of bliss and ecstasy, witnessed the complete attention that she had and how she could simply turn everyone into slaves and worshipers right here and now, she simply went on to shimmy some more while spinning with her arms wide. Then she made a decision as she knew those were good people, with their flaws and all. She enjoyed their company though she did not quite know how to mingle with them, her own awareness of her superiority sometimes being an obstacle in socialization. It wasn't their fault and she had to be magnanimous as she sighed and then went on to go with some figure eights, moving one leg forward in order to really put an emphasis on the flexible hips that she had bombarded them with.
“As you can see...I am the clear winner of this contest. A perfect score on all accounts,” she said, immediately claiming victory as she had indeed shown her own incredible talent with both dancing and hypnosis, with magic of the most charming and persuasive kind. This was her right, having indeed won this challenge of hers as she then looked at Pierce, a faint glimmer in her eyes telling of a petty though satisfying revenge scheme she had on her mind. “Now recall Pierce that I won this bet of ours...and you shall become my servant for a whole week...and perhaps more if you behave.”
SNAP!
Her fingers snapped and awoke everyone, all of them a little groggy and rather unaware of what had truly transpired. The song ended and they clapped for a long time, five full minutes in fact as they knew that Ankha had won. Their opinion of her had changed, all of them being admirative for her dance, though its effects were unknown for the most part as the feline was handed the trophy, which they all felt she had more than deserved. Then, it was business as usual as Ankha returned to being herself, though all saw that she did indeed possess some talent of rather impressive range. She still had a certain reluctance and an aloof attitude, a penchant for calling others peasant and a very high opinion of herself...yet she was part of the community and she did participate in her own way. Isabelle had even started to hang with her after work, receiving some lessons and the two forming a certain friendship, though Ankha would never exactly call it as such despite how obvious it was.
As for Pierce, his memories and those of others had been altered as he now believed himself her servant for a week...only for Ankha to enjoy it as a callback to her past as the eagle never quite was released from her grasp, obeying her commands and very soon learning to enjoy it. None saw this as bizarre, her magic making it so none would question it in the first place. As much as she did not want to return to being a queen...
She ever did enjoy being pampered by her own slaves.
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Yes it does, and I loved the story as well, dude!
Keep it up x3
Keep it up x3
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