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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*
Mindtasker
mindtasker and I went at it again.
After seeing an illustration of Isabelle being corrupted and turned into some Egyptian/Ankha-like person, we both had the idea to work with that concept but in our own way. Myself being a pretty big fan of Ankha and with Mindtasker more than eager to collaborate again, we went at it with our usual method. He wrote the intro and outro, I edited those bits a little and I went on to write the whole induction, the middle part so to speak.
For the artist, I went with Moh as he did do a pretty good job with DJ Snekko last time around and I was curious to see how he'd fare with this one. The way Ankha towers over Isabelle, their expression, the hypnotic energy...a lot to enjoy there to be sure. If you enjoy that piece and wanna get one for yourself, commissions are available: https://twitter.com/MohMohpd/status.....CykcDj2bQpAAAA
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Now just what happened to Isabelle? What roles does Ankha have in it? Read on to find out!
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I DREAM OF ANKHA
While it was something she would have considered to be impossible, Isabelle actually won the popularity contest that was held last night at the town square.
Originally, the dog girl didn’t plan on being a part of it, feeling that she had no chances against the other participants, nor that it would be right given her administrative role on the island. Being pressured by Lili and Mabel, Isabelle decided to enroll in the contest in the end, if only to humor them. She didn’t especially want to be there, but if doing so meant that she would have the peace and quiet required to do her job then it was a fair deal. Besides, it could end up being fun even though her chances of winning were slim at best, or so she thought.
It didn’t take long before the rumor was spread all over the island: Isabelle, the quiet and nice assistant of the mayor, was part of the biggest show of the autumn season. Soon the villagers were divided into two groups, the ones that were so surprised by the news that they suddenly decided to support Isabelle and the ones that thought it was nothing more than a big spot of publicity and nothing more. Seeing all the commotion she caused in exchange for a modicum of tranquility, Isabelle hoped for the contest to end as fast as it could if only so that the spotlight would be away from her as quickly as possible.
Since the mayor had been one of the people in charge of the contest, he allowed Isabelle to get out of work earlier to prepare herself, but instead she went directly to the town square. The only other villagers there were the technical team, with one who quickly recognized her and told her to go to the dressing lounge, where the other participants would wait until the show started. ”Well, here I am. Hope this passes quickly,” she said under her breath before going inside this makeshift little installation for the contest.
Soon more of the other participants arrived, she wasn't surprised to see Raymond and Audie, both being well-liked by all and it would have been weird not seeing them participate. Minutes before the show started, one of the members of the technical team went to see them, a pad in hand and a look of confidence in his eyes. “Ok, the contest will start in 20 minutes. If you need to get ready or change clothes, do it quickly. The public is eager to see each and everyone of you.” While others tried to be sure that they were dressed up nicely and that they looked good, Isabelle simply sat quietly before the time ran out, not even sure what to put on or what to even do in such a competition.
With the 20 minutes already over, the same member of the technical team came back with someone else and the two helped the six participants go to the stage. While walking, they could hear the master of ceremony talking loudly about the show, keeping the audience occupied and entertained. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and others, welcome. Welcome to the most important event of this season; The Leaves of Autumn show! Tonight you will see six different participants and each one of you will be in charge of choosing the winner!”
The public cheered loudly, all excited to see the show and what they would bring to wow and awe them. After each one of the contestants came to stage and introduced themselves, with Isabelle having the displeasure of being the last one to present herself, the group of animals sat on the chairs that were placed on-stage. The dog girl hoped to be eliminated in the first round, being the one that had the least amount of votes. Sadly, it was Timmy that had less votes than anyone, leaving only 5 participants. The sly young racoon thought he was rather well-liked, but reality could be harsh in such events as he learned for himself.
During the rest of the night, Isabelle hoped to be eliminated during each round, but that never happened. 2 hours later, the only participants left were Isabelle, Raymond, and Ankha, someone who was a fan favorite and a cat that had some group of fans that liked her attitude, her beauty and her talents in dancing. She was not the most expressive or even the most social, yet still she had a certain flair that even Isabelle couldn’t deny her.
The master of ceremony came back with the last votes, meaning that finally, after a long and tedious night, it was going to be over. “Thanks for waiting, now that I have the complete tally for this round, we can see who shall be declared the winner,” he said before opening the envelope and reading the results. “This was a marvelous night, but sadly, soon it will come to an end. Out of these three, only one will be crowned as the victor. The contestant with the least amount of votes is…Raymond.”
Raymond got off his chair, thanked Isabelle and Ankha and walked where the master of ceremony was waiting. He thanked the public and wished the best luck to the two remaining contestants before leaving the stage. Normally, at this point of the show, the winner would be named, but there was something that neither girl expected; a tie. Both had the same amount of votes, a first. Since it was too late and they needed to announce a winner, the master of ceremony called three of the most important people in town:Tom Nook, Blathers and the Mayor.
Each of them received a pen and paper and they were told to write the name of the contestant that they thought deserved the title of most popular villager. While she had no idea about the choices of the first two, Isabelle expected for the Mayor to vote for Ankha, lately the two seemed to be together often and there was even a rumor that they might be dating. Now with the names written, the master of ceremony looked at them again, ready to say who would be crowned between the quiet, shy dog girl and the mysterious, exotic cat.
“The winner, with three votes of difference is…Isabelle!” The dog girl heard, surprised not only for getting the three last votes, but also that she defeated Ankha. Isabelle got up from her chair, hugged Ankha and went closer to where the master of ceremony and the last three voters were. They gave her a small crown and told her to say some words about how she felt. With a mixed feeling of being both happy and confused about her victory, the dog girl thanked everyone for the support and for her victory.
The next day, after enjoying a nice moment of plenitude, Isabelle felt better and even regretted not being open-minded about the contest. Since she had won, the mayor gave her the day off so she could prepare for a special dinner of celebration. The problem was that she liked to work and had a hard time keeping herself busy otherwise. She even woke up at the usual hour for work even though she was off-duty. Luckily, the sound of someone knocking at her door stopped the boring and silent morning from turning worse for the busy-body that was Isabelle.
Getting it, she saw a box with a note on it waiting at her doorstep…but the mailman wasn't there. Isabelle took it inside and opened it on the table, quite curious as to what it was or who would even give her something so mysteriously. “Maybe the note inside will tell me who sent this to me,” Isabelle said while looking at the paper that accompanied something covered in wrapping.
“Isabelle, congratulations for winning. I agree, out of the two of us, you are the prettiest and nicest villager on this island. Next year I’ll try again, but while we wait for that moment here’s a gift for you. I know it’s not your style, but I was going to wear it during the special celebration event. Since I wasn't the one that claimed victory, I hope you would grant me the honor of wearing it.”
-Your dear friend, Ankha.
This gesture was the opposite of what Isabelle thought Ankha would normally do, but then last night she seemed fine with her defeat. Opening the box, she saw a purple necklace with some gold-encrusted gems, a piece that did indeed fit with the whole aesthetic that the exotic cat girl had going with her everyday ensemble. While it wasn't something that befitted her own style, Isabelle could admit that she liked the way it looked and it was going to go well with the formal dress she was going to use at night. It would also be quite inconsiderate to not actually wear it after such a nice gesture from the one she stole the victory from.
When the time came, Isabelle prepared herself, taking care of her hair and getting a nice purple dress to combine with the gift Ankha offered her. ”It actually looks pretty,” she said, looking at her outfit in the mirror, the detail that was taking all of her attention being the necklace and how it seemed to glimmer and shine in such a splendorous way. It actually felt warm against the very light amount of chest that was not covered by her robe, a more modest kind of outfit reserved for special occasions. A certain form of heat radiated from the precious object, something which distracted Isabelle at first as she eyed the necklace in a way that was completely mesmerizing, as if it was both a sacrilege and privilege to wear this as she heard something behind her.
“...me-meow…”
It was faint, barely audible as Isabelle turned around and saw nothing, no one in particular as she figured she might just be stressed to be put further in the spotlight. One evening of this and then she’d be able to move on…and everyone else would too. Getting to the town square which had been rearranged for a full-on banquet, drinks were served, food was had and wonderful moments were awaiting for everyone as Isabelle sat down, mingled with everyone and tried to keep herself humble amidst all these clapping hands and the large amount of congratulations sent her way. During all this, however, she noticed that Ankha was watching her, sitting right next to the mayor and the way she was being observed seemed a bit surreal to Isabelle. There was some sort of aura to the feline denizen of the island that she never noticed before and before long Ankha herself rose up and went to sit right next to her. It all happened so fast as Isabelle never quite realized it until Ankha was at her side, sipping a drink and gazing intently at her.
“It’s a bit much to take on, don’t you think?” Ankha said, sympathizing with the one who robbed her from that victory. Her expression was ever neutral, Ankha never being one that was easy to read under any circumstances. Her eyes, her lips, they seemed to be always the same and yet there was a charisma, a presence to her that couldn’t be denied. Right now, though, this particular appeal could be somewhat linked to her choice of attire, a mix of her regular bandages combined with long sirwals, dancer-like pantaloons of the deepest blue with gold swirls, her own palette though made somewhat mesmerizing. It showcased a certain amount of her cleavage and pretty much all of her midriff as she looked ravishing, a beauty from afar and yet so very close. “I think you should relax, me-meow.”
The way it was said, the intonation and how intimate that suggestion felt resonated within Isabelle as she got caught up in conversation with Ankha during the entire evening. They talked about everything and nothing, Ankha asking so many questions and sometimes even giving out little hints and advice, things to assist Isabelle with her everyday life. Her life was indeed filled with little tidbits of stress, a lot of pressure and she could really find a way to unwind. Most people did not know the tension that came with responsibilities such as the one the mayor or Isabelle had to face, which was why Ankha liked to give some help to the former when she had the chance. He did need some assistance in the way of tension relief, asking for guidance from time to time from a citizen’s point-of-view…and from someone who knew far more than she let on.
Isabelle never quite realized how long this conversation had been kept ongoing and how Ankha was mostly the one talking. That accent of hers, that cute little me-meow and that outfit of hers, especially with so many swirls and spirals, kept her busy as she got back home and barely remembered a thing. Presuming she might have taken one too many cups of the special punch that had been served, she went to bed and removed her robe, yet not the necklace in itself as she forgot…or so she thought. Sleep came easily to her, slumber welcoming her in its embrace as her bedsheets felt especially comfortable…yet one vision came to greet her and would not dissipate as her eyes closed.
Gold and blue swirls.
Much like those garments that Ankha wore, it was a pattern that emerged everywhere as Isabelle drowned in it. Caught within fantasy, unconscious to it all, it was her subconscious talking to her as the necklace and the feline’s who gifted it to her were actually influencing her. There was magic in this, Ankha being much more powerful and ancient than anyone would guess…and prideful too. Words that were said, yet that barely registered during the banquet, came back to her as a figure went on to form out of the swirls and pretty colors.
“You feel a little wrong about winning, me-meow.”
“You’re not sure what makes you better than me.”
“You really thought I’d obviously win since I’m so alluring, so interesting.”
“You can’t help but think of me as extraordinary.”
That voice, that accent…it all belonged to Ankha as recognizing her made it so her silhouette went on to appear out of the swirls, like a chameleon of spirals yet in feline form. She had her arms crossed, her hips swaying side to side and she looked down with her same neutral expression, that gaze which pierced down to Isabelle as she felt weak in front of such a presence. It was a bit much as Isabelle stirred within her sleep, the necklace getting a bit warm…and then morning came and she woke up.
She realized that she hadn’t removed the necklace during the night, something that made her chuckle a bit as she was thankful that all of this was over. Getting breakfast and then getting ready to announce the events of the day, like a visitor in the camping site and someone’s birthday coming up, she did so with the same amount of energy and enthusiasm as before…yet as all of this happened she still forgot to take off the necklace. Its purple and gold appearance became all the more radiant in a subtle way, whenever no one was looking at it as Isabelle got back to work with the schedule of events and planning along with the mayor. Then, just after lunch, someone came to the town hall, a citizen who usually did that about twice, sometimes thrice per week to visit the mayor: Ankha.
“Salutations, me-meow,” Ankha said as she got to the part of the counter where Isabelle was stationed, all but ignoring Tom Nook’s spot as always. Normally she never did stop for long at the reception, the mayor giving her special permission to head to the back without interference, but she made an exception here and stopped for the actual assistant here and now. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I am curious whether or not you remember our conversation from yesterday, me-meow?”
Those words took Isabelle out of it for a moment, a very brief mental absence as she pictured a dancing cat along with swirls of gold and blue…but then she snapped out of it as she reacted to Ankha’s own presence as she should: with a smile and servile attitude. “Oh yes, I do. It was a real revelation how I should learn to relax and how you can help with that,” Isabelle went on to respond, chuckling a bit as it was nice to see a different side of the usually reserved Ankha. “I can’t recall everything that we spoke about, but I’d be open to continuing it whenever you and I are both available.”
“Wonderful, me-meow,” Ankha responded, her response clashing with her never-changing expression as she then went to the back, past Isabelle’s desk to see the mayor. “I’ll be helping our mayor with this right now. Sometimes he needs help to get in the zone.”
Continuing her day, Isabelle couldn’t help but think about Ankha now, about how wonderful she was and yet how little she really knew about her. She had been on the island from the start, before there was even a town hall or actual houses and it was when she had decided to help the one who’d end up being mayor that things actually improved a whole lot. Bridge emplacements, where to put new houses, the aesthetics, she had her say in everything much like Isabelle did, yet never mingled much nevertheless. It was intriguing alright, but Ankha was so smart, wise and impressive that it was to be expected that she’d be such a massive help. It even felt like things would be much-less fantastic around here without her. As Isabelle finally got back home after a long day, she went on to eat dinner as she heard a knock at the door. Opening it up she saw Ankha who looked at her directly in the eyes…
And then spirals formed.
The same gold and blue as Isabelle felt adrift in her own body, floating atop a sea of words that Ankha spoke as she barely felt present. They were in her living room, comfortably sitting on her couch and yet her own décor was swallowed by the spirals which seemed to emanate from Ankha herself. The necklace felt hot and yet soothing, pulsating and sending in vibes that were akin to massages for the spirit, for the soul itself. She had difficulties following the rhythm and flow of the conversation, but it was very easy to listen to Ankha as she spoke.
“You know the island would be lost without me.”
“You would be lost without my presence and advice.”
“I am crucial to everything going well, me-meow.”
“I am utterly fascinating to you.”
She couldn’t quite identify the context when she heard these so clearly, yet it didn’t matter so much to Isabelle as she drank of the words that slipped from Ankha’s mouth. She could even picture her with that sublime outfit from the banquet, that belly-dancer getup which made her look splendid and even divine as eventually Isabelle drifted off…and yet still thought of Ankha as being there. Her presence was not gone; in fact it had grown considerably as she seemed to tower over Isabelle. The ambiance had changed, the environment too as they were in a place that could only be seen as sacred. Hieroglyphs, stone architecture, polished marble and gemstones and here was Ankha who seemed like a giant looking down on Isabelle, her arms crossed and her hips swaying anew, only this time she looked downright magnificent doing it.
There was an aura of gold and blue spirals that was transparent, ethereal, yet definitely there as Isabelle could almost feel them filling her eyes somewhat. It made her feel happy, complete somehow as the feline dancing sometimes even went on to spin and gyrate her waist and hips before resuming that back and forth motion. There was something comforting to that repetition, a pendulum-like safety for her mind to anchor on as Isabelle barely felt present when she saw Ankha so glorious and powerful like this. She felt like nothing, privileged to be even a witness to this as Ankha’s mouth seemed to sometimes move, yet she couldn’t hear her. She could feel something, though, a desire rising yet one that she couldn’t quite identify yet.
And then she woke up.
Had Ankha actually visited her? Did Isabelle dream the whole thing? She could scarcely remember a thing about it all as she woke up and went on with her day, yet she felt different. The warmth of the necklace, pulsating and pushing perceptions was barely registered within her psyche as she ate her breakfast and went on with the announcements. Wishing everyone a nice day, she couldn’t help but ponder about Ankha via various queries and pondering. She had become such good friends with her, though it didn’t quite feel that way, almost as if friendship wasn’t the best way to describe it. There was a connection, however, that much she was certain as Ankha surprisingly came to the town hall once again and stopped at Isabelle’s counter.
“Sorry if I got away early yesterday, me-meow,” Ankha went on to say, her tone not quite sounding apologetic but still not false either as Isabelle latched immediately to that voice like a fish upon the shiniest lure. “You were so drowsy I had to put you to bed. It seems like you found my lesson on relaxation very useful and interesting, me-meow.”
It dawned on her that Ankha had indeed taught her how to unwind and to gain respite from stress, doubt and negative thoughts. Isabelle remembered now as the more Ankha spoke, the clearer things were as she gazed into those deep eyes and could almost see the gold and blue swirls within, drawing her in and locking her attention tightly, snuggly and warmly. She felt blessed that Ankha would deign talk to her, all of her advice and suggestions sounding so good that she could just do as she said mindlessly. It seemed like the best of ideas, since the mayor so often listened to her anyway and things were so much better when they listened to her. It was a natural conclusion and then Ankha got back to the mayor to put him in the zone and Isabelle snapped out of it after a few minutes, thoughts of Ankha being gone after a little while. Her visit had been so splendid that the rest of the day had been simply the best and when her shift was done she just felt like going to see Ankha to thank her for being such a good…friend? No, that still didn’t feel right to her, yet they had something special going on. She knocked on the door and when Ankha opened…
It was like a dream.
Some kind of mist escaped and everything turned surreal as Isabelle saw the inside of Ankha’s home like a temple, a sacred place of worship. The wallpaper, the gold furniture, the pyramid but most importantly Ankha herself carried on a special kind of aura which swallowed Isabelle right there and then as she saw the spirals pop up here and there as they seemed to imprint themselves in her eyes, in her mind and even her soul. The moment Ankha appeared in that getup it was liberating, relaxing, a mindless kind of peace that she welcomed, embraced akin to a revelation as she never realized that she entered the premise.
“Let me do everything, me-meow. Let yourself go.”
This felt like dogma, something she couldn’t quite argue about, only accept…and she did. Isabelle saw Ankha’s own form evolve into something else as her body was charged with the feline’s own energy massaging her very existence, shaping it up in a different cognition with her mere presence alone. The bandages, the midriff-baring ensemble and that sirwal were all there…yet her legs were of solid smoke, of flames that she controlled in their flickers and warmth as they carried the blue and gold spirals much like she held dominion over everything, including Isabelle herself. In her mind she felt on her knees and thus she saw herself as such, as if she was projecting her own perceptions away from her body to see the scene in a different light. She had actual spirals in her eyes, a pleased smile and Ankha seemed to almost wrap herself around her akin to a snake with that tail of hers. Her arms were crossed and that little makeshift dance was repeated, much to her delight, though now it was a ritual more than a demonstration, an important event.
“You shall be reborn, given great purpose and privilege.”
Power and charisma was in the air, carried by those words as they seeped within the dog girl’s mind and brain. Receptive to it all, the necklace seemed to burn now yet without harming Isabelle in the slightest. It served to make the past vanish in favor of a glorious future, one in which Ankha’s own edicts would hold further truth than ever. She knew this intrinsically, a deep-felt certainty as the whole dance, the spirals and the idea of Ankha herself imprinted themselves deeply into Isabelle’s own existence.
“I will ensure you shall be as you were always meant to be. Come forth.”
Isabelle was a puppet now, animated by strings that were connected invisibly to Ankha’s own voice. The way she was dressed, how her tail looked made her seem like a genie, a powerful being from tales of old and afar. Genies were powerful, which was quite apropos given Ankha’s own form and who she was, yet they were also servile and that did not correspond to the growing idea of who the feline truly ought to be perceived. Ankha grew, overwhelming and dominating Isabelle as the truth about her was revealed while she summoned a sarcophagus which opened itself up and bandages flew to grab onto Isabelle, dragging her gently while tightly binding her.
“There is no fear, no doubt when under my protection. Slip under my power and care.”
This was a command, a divine mission as Isabelle was wrapped like a mummy and then bound to the sarcophagus as she couldn’t move nor even think under this kind of bondage. She could only absorb the absolutes that Ankha graciously offered to her, let them deeply into her everything as she soon knew what Ankha truly was, had veritably been from the start.
A goddess.
“You are in on the secret, one of the select few to worship my deepest and most profound nature.”
The sarcophagus was opened and the bandages left to roam freely. Isabelle soon went on to walk out on her own and while she no longer felt in control, hadn’t been for a while in fact, she learned to recognize that this was glorious and that she ought to be thankful. She wore Ankha’s vestments now, her own exotic allure granted to her as she crossed her arms, swayed her hips to mimic her goddess in homage and knew exactly the bliss of worship to the most amazing goddess to ever exist…and one who lived on this very island.
“I have always been the ruler of this island, though none know it for fact. You shall now, a keeper of my secret and one who shall obey my every command, dedicating your every moment to the wonder that is me even in secret.”
Isabelle continued to sway, her own hips freed as well as her midriff, her own beauty but a fraction to Ankha’s, yet it was all in respect and reverence to her. Her mind was colored blue and gold, the spirals in her eyes installed there and glued to her brain, never to leave. She was grateful for this, thankful for the amazing opportunity to be deemed worthy of servitude to the greatest of beings as each hip swing only served to reinforce this.
“Every awakening of your being, of your subservience to me shall be a call into what we call the zone. Like our dear mayor, you are but a servant, a slave to my divine presence and voice, a worshiper of my beauty and splendor…and you shall love me eternally for it.”
The necklace pulsated more and more until it then stopped, having done its job properly. Within the real world, Isabelle was slumbering in the sarcophagus bed of Ankha as the feline looked at the one who had stolen victory from her. A simpleton, yet a sincere and kind one that would use that position of hers in service to Ankha as Isabelle’s eyes were open despite her own reverie. Spirals of gold and blue swirled endlessly, trapping her within a deep hypnotic trance as the scene and everything she pictured came out of Ankha’s mouth. Isabelle’s hips wiggled and swayed minimally while laying down as Ankha knew that by now the dog girl was hers and would do everything she was told. Now was the time to shape her up, to turn her into something much better as Ankha began to whisper to prepare Isabelle for a crucial yet simple task.
Obeying.
After those encounters with the alluring cat, Isabelle continued with her normal life and work, but there were some changes around her…and the villagers noticed it easily. The most obvious was her new outfit, something that was anathema to what people perceived her to be. Known for her simple style of clothing, it took everyone by surprise when Isabelle started to use a more…revealing ensemble. It wasn’t simply wearing shorter skirts, an unbuttoned shirt or somesuch, but rather something not dissimilar to what Ankha wore. The exotic cat, just in case, gave her a special kind of response if someone ever asked her why for the change in style.
“If someone asks or becomes suspicious about why you have those clothes or why you use more make-up, tell them that you wanted to experiment with something new.”
It was a simple answer, yet also a perfect cover. It was usual to see the villagers try new styles, shirts and hats being handed out as gifts for seemingly ever, even though none was as notorious as the change made by Isabelle. She also started to like that feeling of being seen and the nice comments she received, about how pretty she was, how it suited her surprisingly well even though it was a drastic change to her usual attire.
Her style wasn’t the only big change, however. The Mayor gave Ankha a special kind of job, one that Isabelle never knew what it was about yet she didn’t care to find out anyway. Being in the same building as her mistress was the best reward she could receive, permitting her to show how much of a loyal slave she could be. Now with each announcement of the day, she needed to mention things related to Ankha or that Ankha herself wished for people to know, all being nice things that her mistress told her to. How beautiful she was, how important she was for the island, the work she did, the impact she had, all things that couldn't be ignored and that everyone should remember them. Sometimes it was merely about ancient civilizations, the worship of gods and goddesses from the past and so forth.
Unsurprisingly, the one that enjoyed the announcements the most was Isabelle herself. With the memories of those spirals and that dance, each time she mentioned those elements the dog girl would end up in a relaxing state. Always happy for being chosen for that important role, it was her honor to share it all with everyone and it could be heard in her voice, in her own enthusiasm. She thought that she owed her at least that much. In the past, before the moment of revelation and illumination, Isabelle had never been close with Ankha and felt guilty for winning the contest against her, indeed thinking that she ought to have won. She had more plans to make it up, even planning to rig the votes on the next popularity contest so her precious mistress would be crowned as the winner as she ought to be. But, while it was one thing her mistress wanted, it wasn’t the utmost priority at the moment.
Ankha not only made Isabelle her loyal slave, but also turned her into some sort of apprentice. Being known for wanting to stand out, Ankha always hated when someone tried to imitate her, but her dog girl was a different thing altogether. She now had control over her mind and body and she wanted to use it wisely. The first days, Isabelle would remain at her desk, not wanting to interrupt the moment between her loving mistress and the mayor, but Ankha decided that if she wanted to be up to par with her, she needed to see more and to participate further.
Isabelle felt privileged for just being in the same room as her, paying attention to everything: how she moved, how pretty her voice was and how spirals sometimes popped up, not being sure if it was real or something made up by her imagination and fascination for her own mistress. The mayor was the one often put in a relaxation state, but sometimes by mistake Isabelle would fall into the same, if not deeper state. “How cute, my pretty little slave was that concentrated that she was also affected, me-meow,” Ankha said, finding the moment amusing yet endearing, as if looking more at a pet than an actual equal.
Then she moved to teaching her the “special” kind of moves, which took less time and effort than she expected. Even in a trance state, Isabelle still was that gal that paid attention to the important details and wanted to please anyone, and Ankha took that into consideration. She noticed a great many intricacies, focusing on the myriad of smaller bits and since Ankha was her current and eternal fixation, it only made it so the lessons took hold rapidly.
Since she wanted to teach her slave, the exotic cat took a break from being with the mayor and dedicated part of her important time to help her dear apprentice. Isabelle had the clothes, the make up and even began to showcase the same kind of expressions as her mistress, yet the only thing left was knowing the moves by heart. It was a delight, seeing the sway of her hips and the hypnotic spirals that she loved, Isabelle couldn't ask for anything better than that. The dance classes took more than a week, but it was time well spent, the cute and nice dog girl was now to an acceptable level as far as Ankha was concerned.
“I’m impressed, really impressed. I would never expect to see a quiet and calm girl like you doing those…nice movements, me-meow~”.
The compliment meant a lot for Isabelle, even feeling guilty for not doing as much as she could even though Ankha noticed all the effort she did nevertheless.
When the last class was done, Ankha decided to be nice and accompanied Isabelle to her house and waited for her to get ready to go to sleep. The alluring cat put Isabelle on her bed and then sat by the side. She could see that Isabelle was blushing by just the idea of seeing her mistress near, her mind telling her ideas of what was going to happen.
“You did well, very well. While you won that contest, I feel like the real winner. If I hadn't lost, then I wouldn't have turned you into my sweet and pretty little apprentice, into my devoted slave and worshiper.”
She loved the compliments, she loved the words, it made her feel better than she ever thought she was and could ever be. Isabelle wanted to crave for more, but feared that she might offend her mistress with anything she might say, so she remained quiet and let the pretty cat talk. “You now are a pretty girl and a nice dancer thanks to my guidance, you should be happy about it. Now it’s late and it’s time for me to put you to sleep, to make you dream about those spirals you love, those that make you feel warm, mindless and blissful.”
The mention of the spiral was enough for Isabelle to imagine them, how the colors were nice and the slow movement made her relax. Soon she was going to enter the land of dreams and be delighted by them, to swirl alongside them. The goofy smile on her face was the signal for Ankha to finish speaking, yet she needed to say one last thing before leaving. She got closer to her ear, wanting to whisper her next edict. “You are such a nice girl that maybe I should dance for you, something tells me you want the same treatment as the mayor…so, soon I will give you what you crave for…me-meow~”
Her little promise and tease completed, Ankha kissed Isabelle on her forehead. The dog girl closed her eyes, her face being redder than before thanks to the words of her mistress, of that sensual and incredible temptation dangled in front of her. It didn’t take long for her to be put in a state of deep sleep, making the cat mistress finish her work for the day.
Out of all the things that could have happened, Isabelle never expected being turned into a slave of Ankha…but that was a thing from the past. Her new life was now being a loyal servant of her goddess and enjoying the hypnotic spirals. It was all nice, but what Isabelle really hoped was to make amends for taking the victory of her mistress, whom she considered now and forever as the true victor now and forevermore. She had more ideas related to that, but the important thing at the moment wasn’t thinking or working, it was enjoying her dreams.
And she would enjoy those hypnotic dreams for as long as she could…
Mindtasker
mindtasker and I went at it again.After seeing an illustration of Isabelle being corrupted and turned into some Egyptian/Ankha-like person, we both had the idea to work with that concept but in our own way. Myself being a pretty big fan of Ankha and with Mindtasker more than eager to collaborate again, we went at it with our usual method. He wrote the intro and outro, I edited those bits a little and I went on to write the whole induction, the middle part so to speak.
For the artist, I went with Moh as he did do a pretty good job with DJ Snekko last time around and I was curious to see how he'd fare with this one. The way Ankha towers over Isabelle, their expression, the hypnotic energy...a lot to enjoy there to be sure. If you enjoy that piece and wanna get one for yourself, commissions are available: https://twitter.com/MohMohpd/status.....CykcDj2bQpAAAA
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Now just what happened to Isabelle? What roles does Ankha have in it? Read on to find out!
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I DREAM OF ANKHA
While it was something she would have considered to be impossible, Isabelle actually won the popularity contest that was held last night at the town square.
Originally, the dog girl didn’t plan on being a part of it, feeling that she had no chances against the other participants, nor that it would be right given her administrative role on the island. Being pressured by Lili and Mabel, Isabelle decided to enroll in the contest in the end, if only to humor them. She didn’t especially want to be there, but if doing so meant that she would have the peace and quiet required to do her job then it was a fair deal. Besides, it could end up being fun even though her chances of winning were slim at best, or so she thought.
It didn’t take long before the rumor was spread all over the island: Isabelle, the quiet and nice assistant of the mayor, was part of the biggest show of the autumn season. Soon the villagers were divided into two groups, the ones that were so surprised by the news that they suddenly decided to support Isabelle and the ones that thought it was nothing more than a big spot of publicity and nothing more. Seeing all the commotion she caused in exchange for a modicum of tranquility, Isabelle hoped for the contest to end as fast as it could if only so that the spotlight would be away from her as quickly as possible.
Since the mayor had been one of the people in charge of the contest, he allowed Isabelle to get out of work earlier to prepare herself, but instead she went directly to the town square. The only other villagers there were the technical team, with one who quickly recognized her and told her to go to the dressing lounge, where the other participants would wait until the show started. ”Well, here I am. Hope this passes quickly,” she said under her breath before going inside this makeshift little installation for the contest.
Soon more of the other participants arrived, she wasn't surprised to see Raymond and Audie, both being well-liked by all and it would have been weird not seeing them participate. Minutes before the show started, one of the members of the technical team went to see them, a pad in hand and a look of confidence in his eyes. “Ok, the contest will start in 20 minutes. If you need to get ready or change clothes, do it quickly. The public is eager to see each and everyone of you.” While others tried to be sure that they were dressed up nicely and that they looked good, Isabelle simply sat quietly before the time ran out, not even sure what to put on or what to even do in such a competition.
With the 20 minutes already over, the same member of the technical team came back with someone else and the two helped the six participants go to the stage. While walking, they could hear the master of ceremony talking loudly about the show, keeping the audience occupied and entertained. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and others, welcome. Welcome to the most important event of this season; The Leaves of Autumn show! Tonight you will see six different participants and each one of you will be in charge of choosing the winner!”
The public cheered loudly, all excited to see the show and what they would bring to wow and awe them. After each one of the contestants came to stage and introduced themselves, with Isabelle having the displeasure of being the last one to present herself, the group of animals sat on the chairs that were placed on-stage. The dog girl hoped to be eliminated in the first round, being the one that had the least amount of votes. Sadly, it was Timmy that had less votes than anyone, leaving only 5 participants. The sly young racoon thought he was rather well-liked, but reality could be harsh in such events as he learned for himself.
During the rest of the night, Isabelle hoped to be eliminated during each round, but that never happened. 2 hours later, the only participants left were Isabelle, Raymond, and Ankha, someone who was a fan favorite and a cat that had some group of fans that liked her attitude, her beauty and her talents in dancing. She was not the most expressive or even the most social, yet still she had a certain flair that even Isabelle couldn’t deny her.
The master of ceremony came back with the last votes, meaning that finally, after a long and tedious night, it was going to be over. “Thanks for waiting, now that I have the complete tally for this round, we can see who shall be declared the winner,” he said before opening the envelope and reading the results. “This was a marvelous night, but sadly, soon it will come to an end. Out of these three, only one will be crowned as the victor. The contestant with the least amount of votes is…Raymond.”
Raymond got off his chair, thanked Isabelle and Ankha and walked where the master of ceremony was waiting. He thanked the public and wished the best luck to the two remaining contestants before leaving the stage. Normally, at this point of the show, the winner would be named, but there was something that neither girl expected; a tie. Both had the same amount of votes, a first. Since it was too late and they needed to announce a winner, the master of ceremony called three of the most important people in town:Tom Nook, Blathers and the Mayor.
Each of them received a pen and paper and they were told to write the name of the contestant that they thought deserved the title of most popular villager. While she had no idea about the choices of the first two, Isabelle expected for the Mayor to vote for Ankha, lately the two seemed to be together often and there was even a rumor that they might be dating. Now with the names written, the master of ceremony looked at them again, ready to say who would be crowned between the quiet, shy dog girl and the mysterious, exotic cat.
“The winner, with three votes of difference is…Isabelle!” The dog girl heard, surprised not only for getting the three last votes, but also that she defeated Ankha. Isabelle got up from her chair, hugged Ankha and went closer to where the master of ceremony and the last three voters were. They gave her a small crown and told her to say some words about how she felt. With a mixed feeling of being both happy and confused about her victory, the dog girl thanked everyone for the support and for her victory.
The next day, after enjoying a nice moment of plenitude, Isabelle felt better and even regretted not being open-minded about the contest. Since she had won, the mayor gave her the day off so she could prepare for a special dinner of celebration. The problem was that she liked to work and had a hard time keeping herself busy otherwise. She even woke up at the usual hour for work even though she was off-duty. Luckily, the sound of someone knocking at her door stopped the boring and silent morning from turning worse for the busy-body that was Isabelle.
Getting it, she saw a box with a note on it waiting at her doorstep…but the mailman wasn't there. Isabelle took it inside and opened it on the table, quite curious as to what it was or who would even give her something so mysteriously. “Maybe the note inside will tell me who sent this to me,” Isabelle said while looking at the paper that accompanied something covered in wrapping.
“Isabelle, congratulations for winning. I agree, out of the two of us, you are the prettiest and nicest villager on this island. Next year I’ll try again, but while we wait for that moment here’s a gift for you. I know it’s not your style, but I was going to wear it during the special celebration event. Since I wasn't the one that claimed victory, I hope you would grant me the honor of wearing it.”
-Your dear friend, Ankha.
This gesture was the opposite of what Isabelle thought Ankha would normally do, but then last night she seemed fine with her defeat. Opening the box, she saw a purple necklace with some gold-encrusted gems, a piece that did indeed fit with the whole aesthetic that the exotic cat girl had going with her everyday ensemble. While it wasn't something that befitted her own style, Isabelle could admit that she liked the way it looked and it was going to go well with the formal dress she was going to use at night. It would also be quite inconsiderate to not actually wear it after such a nice gesture from the one she stole the victory from.
When the time came, Isabelle prepared herself, taking care of her hair and getting a nice purple dress to combine with the gift Ankha offered her. ”It actually looks pretty,” she said, looking at her outfit in the mirror, the detail that was taking all of her attention being the necklace and how it seemed to glimmer and shine in such a splendorous way. It actually felt warm against the very light amount of chest that was not covered by her robe, a more modest kind of outfit reserved for special occasions. A certain form of heat radiated from the precious object, something which distracted Isabelle at first as she eyed the necklace in a way that was completely mesmerizing, as if it was both a sacrilege and privilege to wear this as she heard something behind her.
“...me-meow…”
It was faint, barely audible as Isabelle turned around and saw nothing, no one in particular as she figured she might just be stressed to be put further in the spotlight. One evening of this and then she’d be able to move on…and everyone else would too. Getting to the town square which had been rearranged for a full-on banquet, drinks were served, food was had and wonderful moments were awaiting for everyone as Isabelle sat down, mingled with everyone and tried to keep herself humble amidst all these clapping hands and the large amount of congratulations sent her way. During all this, however, she noticed that Ankha was watching her, sitting right next to the mayor and the way she was being observed seemed a bit surreal to Isabelle. There was some sort of aura to the feline denizen of the island that she never noticed before and before long Ankha herself rose up and went to sit right next to her. It all happened so fast as Isabelle never quite realized it until Ankha was at her side, sipping a drink and gazing intently at her.
“It’s a bit much to take on, don’t you think?” Ankha said, sympathizing with the one who robbed her from that victory. Her expression was ever neutral, Ankha never being one that was easy to read under any circumstances. Her eyes, her lips, they seemed to be always the same and yet there was a charisma, a presence to her that couldn’t be denied. Right now, though, this particular appeal could be somewhat linked to her choice of attire, a mix of her regular bandages combined with long sirwals, dancer-like pantaloons of the deepest blue with gold swirls, her own palette though made somewhat mesmerizing. It showcased a certain amount of her cleavage and pretty much all of her midriff as she looked ravishing, a beauty from afar and yet so very close. “I think you should relax, me-meow.”
The way it was said, the intonation and how intimate that suggestion felt resonated within Isabelle as she got caught up in conversation with Ankha during the entire evening. They talked about everything and nothing, Ankha asking so many questions and sometimes even giving out little hints and advice, things to assist Isabelle with her everyday life. Her life was indeed filled with little tidbits of stress, a lot of pressure and she could really find a way to unwind. Most people did not know the tension that came with responsibilities such as the one the mayor or Isabelle had to face, which was why Ankha liked to give some help to the former when she had the chance. He did need some assistance in the way of tension relief, asking for guidance from time to time from a citizen’s point-of-view…and from someone who knew far more than she let on.
Isabelle never quite realized how long this conversation had been kept ongoing and how Ankha was mostly the one talking. That accent of hers, that cute little me-meow and that outfit of hers, especially with so many swirls and spirals, kept her busy as she got back home and barely remembered a thing. Presuming she might have taken one too many cups of the special punch that had been served, she went to bed and removed her robe, yet not the necklace in itself as she forgot…or so she thought. Sleep came easily to her, slumber welcoming her in its embrace as her bedsheets felt especially comfortable…yet one vision came to greet her and would not dissipate as her eyes closed.
Gold and blue swirls.
Much like those garments that Ankha wore, it was a pattern that emerged everywhere as Isabelle drowned in it. Caught within fantasy, unconscious to it all, it was her subconscious talking to her as the necklace and the feline’s who gifted it to her were actually influencing her. There was magic in this, Ankha being much more powerful and ancient than anyone would guess…and prideful too. Words that were said, yet that barely registered during the banquet, came back to her as a figure went on to form out of the swirls and pretty colors.
“You feel a little wrong about winning, me-meow.”
“You’re not sure what makes you better than me.”
“You really thought I’d obviously win since I’m so alluring, so interesting.”
“You can’t help but think of me as extraordinary.”
That voice, that accent…it all belonged to Ankha as recognizing her made it so her silhouette went on to appear out of the swirls, like a chameleon of spirals yet in feline form. She had her arms crossed, her hips swaying side to side and she looked down with her same neutral expression, that gaze which pierced down to Isabelle as she felt weak in front of such a presence. It was a bit much as Isabelle stirred within her sleep, the necklace getting a bit warm…and then morning came and she woke up.
She realized that she hadn’t removed the necklace during the night, something that made her chuckle a bit as she was thankful that all of this was over. Getting breakfast and then getting ready to announce the events of the day, like a visitor in the camping site and someone’s birthday coming up, she did so with the same amount of energy and enthusiasm as before…yet as all of this happened she still forgot to take off the necklace. Its purple and gold appearance became all the more radiant in a subtle way, whenever no one was looking at it as Isabelle got back to work with the schedule of events and planning along with the mayor. Then, just after lunch, someone came to the town hall, a citizen who usually did that about twice, sometimes thrice per week to visit the mayor: Ankha.
“Salutations, me-meow,” Ankha said as she got to the part of the counter where Isabelle was stationed, all but ignoring Tom Nook’s spot as always. Normally she never did stop for long at the reception, the mayor giving her special permission to head to the back without interference, but she made an exception here and stopped for the actual assistant here and now. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I am curious whether or not you remember our conversation from yesterday, me-meow?”
Those words took Isabelle out of it for a moment, a very brief mental absence as she pictured a dancing cat along with swirls of gold and blue…but then she snapped out of it as she reacted to Ankha’s own presence as she should: with a smile and servile attitude. “Oh yes, I do. It was a real revelation how I should learn to relax and how you can help with that,” Isabelle went on to respond, chuckling a bit as it was nice to see a different side of the usually reserved Ankha. “I can’t recall everything that we spoke about, but I’d be open to continuing it whenever you and I are both available.”
“Wonderful, me-meow,” Ankha responded, her response clashing with her never-changing expression as she then went to the back, past Isabelle’s desk to see the mayor. “I’ll be helping our mayor with this right now. Sometimes he needs help to get in the zone.”
Continuing her day, Isabelle couldn’t help but think about Ankha now, about how wonderful she was and yet how little she really knew about her. She had been on the island from the start, before there was even a town hall or actual houses and it was when she had decided to help the one who’d end up being mayor that things actually improved a whole lot. Bridge emplacements, where to put new houses, the aesthetics, she had her say in everything much like Isabelle did, yet never mingled much nevertheless. It was intriguing alright, but Ankha was so smart, wise and impressive that it was to be expected that she’d be such a massive help. It even felt like things would be much-less fantastic around here without her. As Isabelle finally got back home after a long day, she went on to eat dinner as she heard a knock at the door. Opening it up she saw Ankha who looked at her directly in the eyes…
And then spirals formed.
The same gold and blue as Isabelle felt adrift in her own body, floating atop a sea of words that Ankha spoke as she barely felt present. They were in her living room, comfortably sitting on her couch and yet her own décor was swallowed by the spirals which seemed to emanate from Ankha herself. The necklace felt hot and yet soothing, pulsating and sending in vibes that were akin to massages for the spirit, for the soul itself. She had difficulties following the rhythm and flow of the conversation, but it was very easy to listen to Ankha as she spoke.
“You know the island would be lost without me.”
“You would be lost without my presence and advice.”
“I am crucial to everything going well, me-meow.”
“I am utterly fascinating to you.”
She couldn’t quite identify the context when she heard these so clearly, yet it didn’t matter so much to Isabelle as she drank of the words that slipped from Ankha’s mouth. She could even picture her with that sublime outfit from the banquet, that belly-dancer getup which made her look splendid and even divine as eventually Isabelle drifted off…and yet still thought of Ankha as being there. Her presence was not gone; in fact it had grown considerably as she seemed to tower over Isabelle. The ambiance had changed, the environment too as they were in a place that could only be seen as sacred. Hieroglyphs, stone architecture, polished marble and gemstones and here was Ankha who seemed like a giant looking down on Isabelle, her arms crossed and her hips swaying anew, only this time she looked downright magnificent doing it.
There was an aura of gold and blue spirals that was transparent, ethereal, yet definitely there as Isabelle could almost feel them filling her eyes somewhat. It made her feel happy, complete somehow as the feline dancing sometimes even went on to spin and gyrate her waist and hips before resuming that back and forth motion. There was something comforting to that repetition, a pendulum-like safety for her mind to anchor on as Isabelle barely felt present when she saw Ankha so glorious and powerful like this. She felt like nothing, privileged to be even a witness to this as Ankha’s mouth seemed to sometimes move, yet she couldn’t hear her. She could feel something, though, a desire rising yet one that she couldn’t quite identify yet.
And then she woke up.
Had Ankha actually visited her? Did Isabelle dream the whole thing? She could scarcely remember a thing about it all as she woke up and went on with her day, yet she felt different. The warmth of the necklace, pulsating and pushing perceptions was barely registered within her psyche as she ate her breakfast and went on with the announcements. Wishing everyone a nice day, she couldn’t help but ponder about Ankha via various queries and pondering. She had become such good friends with her, though it didn’t quite feel that way, almost as if friendship wasn’t the best way to describe it. There was a connection, however, that much she was certain as Ankha surprisingly came to the town hall once again and stopped at Isabelle’s counter.
“Sorry if I got away early yesterday, me-meow,” Ankha went on to say, her tone not quite sounding apologetic but still not false either as Isabelle latched immediately to that voice like a fish upon the shiniest lure. “You were so drowsy I had to put you to bed. It seems like you found my lesson on relaxation very useful and interesting, me-meow.”
It dawned on her that Ankha had indeed taught her how to unwind and to gain respite from stress, doubt and negative thoughts. Isabelle remembered now as the more Ankha spoke, the clearer things were as she gazed into those deep eyes and could almost see the gold and blue swirls within, drawing her in and locking her attention tightly, snuggly and warmly. She felt blessed that Ankha would deign talk to her, all of her advice and suggestions sounding so good that she could just do as she said mindlessly. It seemed like the best of ideas, since the mayor so often listened to her anyway and things were so much better when they listened to her. It was a natural conclusion and then Ankha got back to the mayor to put him in the zone and Isabelle snapped out of it after a few minutes, thoughts of Ankha being gone after a little while. Her visit had been so splendid that the rest of the day had been simply the best and when her shift was done she just felt like going to see Ankha to thank her for being such a good…friend? No, that still didn’t feel right to her, yet they had something special going on. She knocked on the door and when Ankha opened…
It was like a dream.
Some kind of mist escaped and everything turned surreal as Isabelle saw the inside of Ankha’s home like a temple, a sacred place of worship. The wallpaper, the gold furniture, the pyramid but most importantly Ankha herself carried on a special kind of aura which swallowed Isabelle right there and then as she saw the spirals pop up here and there as they seemed to imprint themselves in her eyes, in her mind and even her soul. The moment Ankha appeared in that getup it was liberating, relaxing, a mindless kind of peace that she welcomed, embraced akin to a revelation as she never realized that she entered the premise.
“Let me do everything, me-meow. Let yourself go.”
This felt like dogma, something she couldn’t quite argue about, only accept…and she did. Isabelle saw Ankha’s own form evolve into something else as her body was charged with the feline’s own energy massaging her very existence, shaping it up in a different cognition with her mere presence alone. The bandages, the midriff-baring ensemble and that sirwal were all there…yet her legs were of solid smoke, of flames that she controlled in their flickers and warmth as they carried the blue and gold spirals much like she held dominion over everything, including Isabelle herself. In her mind she felt on her knees and thus she saw herself as such, as if she was projecting her own perceptions away from her body to see the scene in a different light. She had actual spirals in her eyes, a pleased smile and Ankha seemed to almost wrap herself around her akin to a snake with that tail of hers. Her arms were crossed and that little makeshift dance was repeated, much to her delight, though now it was a ritual more than a demonstration, an important event.
“You shall be reborn, given great purpose and privilege.”
Power and charisma was in the air, carried by those words as they seeped within the dog girl’s mind and brain. Receptive to it all, the necklace seemed to burn now yet without harming Isabelle in the slightest. It served to make the past vanish in favor of a glorious future, one in which Ankha’s own edicts would hold further truth than ever. She knew this intrinsically, a deep-felt certainty as the whole dance, the spirals and the idea of Ankha herself imprinted themselves deeply into Isabelle’s own existence.
“I will ensure you shall be as you were always meant to be. Come forth.”
Isabelle was a puppet now, animated by strings that were connected invisibly to Ankha’s own voice. The way she was dressed, how her tail looked made her seem like a genie, a powerful being from tales of old and afar. Genies were powerful, which was quite apropos given Ankha’s own form and who she was, yet they were also servile and that did not correspond to the growing idea of who the feline truly ought to be perceived. Ankha grew, overwhelming and dominating Isabelle as the truth about her was revealed while she summoned a sarcophagus which opened itself up and bandages flew to grab onto Isabelle, dragging her gently while tightly binding her.
“There is no fear, no doubt when under my protection. Slip under my power and care.”
This was a command, a divine mission as Isabelle was wrapped like a mummy and then bound to the sarcophagus as she couldn’t move nor even think under this kind of bondage. She could only absorb the absolutes that Ankha graciously offered to her, let them deeply into her everything as she soon knew what Ankha truly was, had veritably been from the start.
A goddess.
“You are in on the secret, one of the select few to worship my deepest and most profound nature.”
The sarcophagus was opened and the bandages left to roam freely. Isabelle soon went on to walk out on her own and while she no longer felt in control, hadn’t been for a while in fact, she learned to recognize that this was glorious and that she ought to be thankful. She wore Ankha’s vestments now, her own exotic allure granted to her as she crossed her arms, swayed her hips to mimic her goddess in homage and knew exactly the bliss of worship to the most amazing goddess to ever exist…and one who lived on this very island.
“I have always been the ruler of this island, though none know it for fact. You shall now, a keeper of my secret and one who shall obey my every command, dedicating your every moment to the wonder that is me even in secret.”
Isabelle continued to sway, her own hips freed as well as her midriff, her own beauty but a fraction to Ankha’s, yet it was all in respect and reverence to her. Her mind was colored blue and gold, the spirals in her eyes installed there and glued to her brain, never to leave. She was grateful for this, thankful for the amazing opportunity to be deemed worthy of servitude to the greatest of beings as each hip swing only served to reinforce this.
“Every awakening of your being, of your subservience to me shall be a call into what we call the zone. Like our dear mayor, you are but a servant, a slave to my divine presence and voice, a worshiper of my beauty and splendor…and you shall love me eternally for it.”
The necklace pulsated more and more until it then stopped, having done its job properly. Within the real world, Isabelle was slumbering in the sarcophagus bed of Ankha as the feline looked at the one who had stolen victory from her. A simpleton, yet a sincere and kind one that would use that position of hers in service to Ankha as Isabelle’s eyes were open despite her own reverie. Spirals of gold and blue swirled endlessly, trapping her within a deep hypnotic trance as the scene and everything she pictured came out of Ankha’s mouth. Isabelle’s hips wiggled and swayed minimally while laying down as Ankha knew that by now the dog girl was hers and would do everything she was told. Now was the time to shape her up, to turn her into something much better as Ankha began to whisper to prepare Isabelle for a crucial yet simple task.
Obeying.
After those encounters with the alluring cat, Isabelle continued with her normal life and work, but there were some changes around her…and the villagers noticed it easily. The most obvious was her new outfit, something that was anathema to what people perceived her to be. Known for her simple style of clothing, it took everyone by surprise when Isabelle started to use a more…revealing ensemble. It wasn’t simply wearing shorter skirts, an unbuttoned shirt or somesuch, but rather something not dissimilar to what Ankha wore. The exotic cat, just in case, gave her a special kind of response if someone ever asked her why for the change in style.
“If someone asks or becomes suspicious about why you have those clothes or why you use more make-up, tell them that you wanted to experiment with something new.”
It was a simple answer, yet also a perfect cover. It was usual to see the villagers try new styles, shirts and hats being handed out as gifts for seemingly ever, even though none was as notorious as the change made by Isabelle. She also started to like that feeling of being seen and the nice comments she received, about how pretty she was, how it suited her surprisingly well even though it was a drastic change to her usual attire.
Her style wasn’t the only big change, however. The Mayor gave Ankha a special kind of job, one that Isabelle never knew what it was about yet she didn’t care to find out anyway. Being in the same building as her mistress was the best reward she could receive, permitting her to show how much of a loyal slave she could be. Now with each announcement of the day, she needed to mention things related to Ankha or that Ankha herself wished for people to know, all being nice things that her mistress told her to. How beautiful she was, how important she was for the island, the work she did, the impact she had, all things that couldn't be ignored and that everyone should remember them. Sometimes it was merely about ancient civilizations, the worship of gods and goddesses from the past and so forth.
Unsurprisingly, the one that enjoyed the announcements the most was Isabelle herself. With the memories of those spirals and that dance, each time she mentioned those elements the dog girl would end up in a relaxing state. Always happy for being chosen for that important role, it was her honor to share it all with everyone and it could be heard in her voice, in her own enthusiasm. She thought that she owed her at least that much. In the past, before the moment of revelation and illumination, Isabelle had never been close with Ankha and felt guilty for winning the contest against her, indeed thinking that she ought to have won. She had more plans to make it up, even planning to rig the votes on the next popularity contest so her precious mistress would be crowned as the winner as she ought to be. But, while it was one thing her mistress wanted, it wasn’t the utmost priority at the moment.
Ankha not only made Isabelle her loyal slave, but also turned her into some sort of apprentice. Being known for wanting to stand out, Ankha always hated when someone tried to imitate her, but her dog girl was a different thing altogether. She now had control over her mind and body and she wanted to use it wisely. The first days, Isabelle would remain at her desk, not wanting to interrupt the moment between her loving mistress and the mayor, but Ankha decided that if she wanted to be up to par with her, she needed to see more and to participate further.
Isabelle felt privileged for just being in the same room as her, paying attention to everything: how she moved, how pretty her voice was and how spirals sometimes popped up, not being sure if it was real or something made up by her imagination and fascination for her own mistress. The mayor was the one often put in a relaxation state, but sometimes by mistake Isabelle would fall into the same, if not deeper state. “How cute, my pretty little slave was that concentrated that she was also affected, me-meow,” Ankha said, finding the moment amusing yet endearing, as if looking more at a pet than an actual equal.
Then she moved to teaching her the “special” kind of moves, which took less time and effort than she expected. Even in a trance state, Isabelle still was that gal that paid attention to the important details and wanted to please anyone, and Ankha took that into consideration. She noticed a great many intricacies, focusing on the myriad of smaller bits and since Ankha was her current and eternal fixation, it only made it so the lessons took hold rapidly.
Since she wanted to teach her slave, the exotic cat took a break from being with the mayor and dedicated part of her important time to help her dear apprentice. Isabelle had the clothes, the make up and even began to showcase the same kind of expressions as her mistress, yet the only thing left was knowing the moves by heart. It was a delight, seeing the sway of her hips and the hypnotic spirals that she loved, Isabelle couldn't ask for anything better than that. The dance classes took more than a week, but it was time well spent, the cute and nice dog girl was now to an acceptable level as far as Ankha was concerned.
“I’m impressed, really impressed. I would never expect to see a quiet and calm girl like you doing those…nice movements, me-meow~”.
The compliment meant a lot for Isabelle, even feeling guilty for not doing as much as she could even though Ankha noticed all the effort she did nevertheless.
When the last class was done, Ankha decided to be nice and accompanied Isabelle to her house and waited for her to get ready to go to sleep. The alluring cat put Isabelle on her bed and then sat by the side. She could see that Isabelle was blushing by just the idea of seeing her mistress near, her mind telling her ideas of what was going to happen.
“You did well, very well. While you won that contest, I feel like the real winner. If I hadn't lost, then I wouldn't have turned you into my sweet and pretty little apprentice, into my devoted slave and worshiper.”
She loved the compliments, she loved the words, it made her feel better than she ever thought she was and could ever be. Isabelle wanted to crave for more, but feared that she might offend her mistress with anything she might say, so she remained quiet and let the pretty cat talk. “You now are a pretty girl and a nice dancer thanks to my guidance, you should be happy about it. Now it’s late and it’s time for me to put you to sleep, to make you dream about those spirals you love, those that make you feel warm, mindless and blissful.”
The mention of the spiral was enough for Isabelle to imagine them, how the colors were nice and the slow movement made her relax. Soon she was going to enter the land of dreams and be delighted by them, to swirl alongside them. The goofy smile on her face was the signal for Ankha to finish speaking, yet she needed to say one last thing before leaving. She got closer to her ear, wanting to whisper her next edict. “You are such a nice girl that maybe I should dance for you, something tells me you want the same treatment as the mayor…so, soon I will give you what you crave for…me-meow~”
Her little promise and tease completed, Ankha kissed Isabelle on her forehead. The dog girl closed her eyes, her face being redder than before thanks to the words of her mistress, of that sensual and incredible temptation dangled in front of her. It didn’t take long for her to be put in a state of deep sleep, making the cat mistress finish her work for the day.
Out of all the things that could have happened, Isabelle never expected being turned into a slave of Ankha…but that was a thing from the past. Her new life was now being a loyal servant of her goddess and enjoying the hypnotic spirals. It was all nice, but what Isabelle really hoped was to make amends for taking the victory of her mistress, whom she considered now and forever as the true victor now and forevermore. She had more ideas related to that, but the important thing at the moment wasn’t thinking or working, it was enjoying her dreams.
And she would enjoy those hypnotic dreams for as long as she could…
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