*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*
This was actually meant to accompany an illustration by GAZZRR , who did a pretty cool little gift involving their goblin character Gaz and Ankha ( https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/a.....-Gaz-943053608) . It inspired me and I asked for permission to use it as a possible header for a tale...but then *they made a new one just for the fic*. We had a lot of fun with this one, to say the least. After all the Ankha pieces I made them draw, I guess I gave them the hypno-Ankha bug and they can't shake it off...or won't. ;P
If you like their work, do know that they take commissions...or rather they'll be taking them starting February, after a January break. Here are their prices for when that moment comes: https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/j.....Open-924160554
And if you like my work, do check this out: my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now what's Ankha truly doing? Read on and find out!
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GAZING GOBLIN
“You got so lazy, I'm sure you wouldn't even last an hour in a dungeon no more!”
This remark had been in her head all day, as Gaz thought she had been above such petty insults. Her days occupying any temple, grotto, abandoned castle or any other creepy locale had been over, that much she had told herself back a few years ago. Too many hours, too low a pay, not enough benefits and the occasional dread of dying a gruesome death had been too much for her, opting to claim a better lot for her in life. Thus did she retire early, picking up loot she had been supposed to protect as she had gone to her goblin cave to smoke zaza mushrooms, eat aplenty and just relax whenever she could. Much easier than lurking around with a club and growling, which was essentially what she did.
But then Limax basically told her that.
Of course he had stuck around, became some kind of low-caste warchief leading perhaps a dozen goblins and he got it in his head that he was a big-shot. She had invited him over for some nostalgia and maybe to ask him for some gold that she'd pay him back (never, but that wasn't the point), only for him to brag and be a little green-snotted pompous freak. Him with his studded leather armor, with his short sword and his stupid helmet, thinking he's so smart. The argument had been there that if she was as good as she thought she was, well she'd just go get more gold in another dungeon, like an adventurer would.
Well fine, she'd do just that.
So she got her club and went not only for another dungeon, but the dungeon. The one that many either wanted to work at or avoid at all cost, if only because it would look amazing on a résumé. The Feline's Tomb. Some said it was haunted, some that it was cursed, a few that it was dusty and that it just wouldn't be good for their allergies. Whatever the reason, every gobbos and hobgob, even the big bad orcs just wanted nothing to do with the place and this meant one thing: it was probably full of unprotected loot. Thus did she make a trip through the desert by a shortcut inside a tunnel known by a dridder friend of hers (whom incidentally she owed gold to) as she emerged inside the cat's grave...and gob did it seem like whoever was buried here was full of herself.
So many statues, effigies, hieroglyphs, depictions of the same being with what one could resume as a “resting bitch face”. A little snake in her hair, gold and blue colors everywhere as Gaz figured that mayhap she could just pick one of those, sell it and be done with it...but then she'd never hear the end of it from Limax. That she chickened out, with the bawk bawk sounds and the little wing motions, full-on disrespect. No, she'd need something much more valuable if she were to shut him up for good as she ventured forth, reminding herself of the rules when it came to traps inside dungeons.
“1 tile out of 3, 2 steps out of 4,” was an old adage meant that if there was one element that looked off, it was probably to make you not notice the actual danger ahead as she took extra precautions, going slowly yet even then did she tire easily. She had grown a little fat and complacent, out of breath not just due to stress but out of pure fatigue as her chubby self was indeed harder to carry around. Despite it all, she stubbornly pressed forward, refusing to give any credit to Limax for how she was no longer at her apex. Eventually, she did reach the core chamber of the tomb, the one where all passages lead, a common design when it came to any adventurer's quest locale. Within could be found even more of those depictions of the feline herself, though there was also her sarcophagus right there, made of gold, sapphires, each tailored and fashioned in a myriad of details.
“Alright, now where do I go from here...” Gaz wondered aloud, thinking that perhaps she ought to eat her lunch right here, maybe indulge in some zaza mushrooms for the nerves...but then a brilliant idea occurred to her. Why even risk anything when the real treasure was right there? She could just pick up a rope, tie it to the sarcophagus, bash in whatever dry old mummy of skeleton was inside and then she'd be crazy rich for the rest of her life. That'd teach everyone as she smirked at how smart she was, dusting off the funeral receptacle if only to have a better grip with her tools.
And then the sarcophagus glowed.
Gaz beat on it with her club, as if to tell it to quiet down as she removed the lid in order to bash on whichever creature lurked inside, but then something unexpected was not only seen, but it was followed by an even further inexplicable phenomenon: music. It was a tune of strings and flutes, the kind that made her want not only to dance, but to travel the desert at her leisure, trading camel to camel in order to reach no specific destination. It stopped her there as the bandages of the person stuck within were removed swiftly, revealing the feline herself in all her glory, with naught a scratch or show of age whatsoever. Her gold and blue fur was dressed within a bedlah, one of blue and pink as there was an otherworldly beauty to her, a mystical aura that spoke of majesty and power, even with her face obscured by a thick pink veil. She looked at Gaz, standing tall above the goblin, before speaking.
“Who dares awaken me from my well-deserved nap, me-meow?” the cat woman said, her speech alone carrying some kind of stupefying and stunning potency as Gaz hesitated on whether to whack her with the club...or to beg forgiveness. It wasn't just her voice that demanded respect, but her look as well as Gaz was no stranger to the effects of lust. That smooth stomach, those carefully-curvaceous hips, that slight cleavage carried by that colorful top...those were eye-catching as this moment of admiration and fear would doom the goblin. “Then again, there shall never be enough servants for when I fully wake in a few decades or so. Gaze upon your goddess and know your place, little mortal.”
Thus did the music that accompanied her got even more apropos as the feline went on to dance...and it was the most splendid thing that Gaz had ever seen. Even while under the influence of zaza mushroom did she not get so easily fascinated by something as those swaying hips, the way she crossed her arms below her chest and looked down at her...it was sensual, erotic, downright mesmerizing as the goblin could not help herself but look deeper and deeper. But it was only the start as the feline spoke anew.
“Yes, feel blessed that I deem you worthy enough to be part of my future entourage, that of your queen and goddess, the divine Ankha, me-meow~” the feline said, finally revealing her name as it immediately imprinted itself into Gaz' psyche. Such a pretty name, one for a gorgeous gal as the goblin saw that she extended her hips further until she went with a twist and lifted her arms just above her chest, below her facial veil. Summoning a pink veil from the void itself, magic was in the air as Gaz was fascinated by this, so much that she barely noticed that her club had slipped from her fingers. “Watch me, burn this into your memory, make it so I become the only thing of importance, now and forever.”
There was such an authority to these words, an inescapable and inevitable conclusion that Gaz would indeed belong to her and the slight dread that it inspired soon made way for a small eagerness. The gold and blue around her was absorbed by her being until she glowed, while many more colors swirled around. It was a hypnotic trip, one that melted down her mind until indeed nothing was more important than watching goddess Ankha. The twists were then accompanied by undulations, belly rolls as she went back and forth while still going left and right, showing a nimble and overly alluring display of bodily control.
“Place yourself under a trance for me, tribute your mind, body, heart and soul to your rightful owner, me-meow,” Ankha continued as spirals of gold, blue and pink emerged from Gaz' eyes until something else occurred, an impulse brought by a growing sense of admiration and reverence as the goblin went on to dance along. Her own steps were awkward, her hips a little too rough, but Ankha observed the crude mimicry nonetheless. “Hmmm, a future dancer perhaps? I shall see to it then, for I am nothing if not a generous goddess, me-meow.”
Thus did many veils went on to get summoned, little flying pieces of fabric that grew and snaked their way around the goblin. Covered and coiled by these silk adornments, she was cocooned until eventually nothing from Gaz was left out for anyone to see. A glow was within this makeshift chrysalis as eventually Ankha continued her dance, shimmying her hips very fast and then brought one hand up before using her power for the next step.
SNAP!
Gaz was freed, her rather dirty and unkempt vestments replaced by a sumptuous bedlah worthy of a belly dancer or a harem girl. Pink and gold with pearls upon many of the linings, she had a similar top but an open skirt for her legs as her chubby little belly was highlighted with a navel jewel. She continued to dance, feeling that need down to her very core as the momentary little lapse in her observation of that sumptuous, enthralling performance from Ankha was resumed and it looked even better than prior as those shimmies made way for figure-eights, brushing to the side in a repetitive loop while her arms rose up and the pink veil acted as a sudden background for the dancing deity.
“Now slumber and dream of me, submit your entire being, your future to my care and you shall know glory and duty unlike any you could've imagined, me-meow,” Ankha said as one small sarcophagus emerged from an opening in the wall, one of many that had been closed until now as bandages went on to get launched from the revealed receptacle. They flew and coiled around tight on the goblin, warm and soft magic causing her to lose herself into a lethargy as she was then lifted from the ground and then brought within said sarcophagus, one of much lower style and class than Ankha's but useful enough for its purpose. “Sleep as my age shall come back anew and you will be among those who shall serve me first before all others. Think of how you shall be my slave in all things and how best to please me, me-meow.”
Thus did Gaz disappear, mummified and preserved by magic as Ankha yawned, ceasing her performance as all that exercise had been quite a workout. She did need to stretch a little, but now she felt sleepy as she figured it was time to come back to bed. Laying down in her own sarcophagus and letting the bandages acts as bedsheets, she fell asleep as she would not be disturbed for quite a while. Like so many prior who had the audacity to intrude upon her domain, Gaz had shared the same fate as all who set foot in the feline's tomb as they had been captured, charmed and hypnotized by the queen herself as they thought of her constantly while they slept and they would do too when they'd be awake.
Forever.
This was actually meant to accompany an illustration by GAZZRR , who did a pretty cool little gift involving their goblin character Gaz and Ankha ( https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/a.....-Gaz-943053608) . It inspired me and I asked for permission to use it as a possible header for a tale...but then *they made a new one just for the fic*. We had a lot of fun with this one, to say the least. After all the Ankha pieces I made them draw, I guess I gave them the hypno-Ankha bug and they can't shake it off...or won't. ;P
If you like their work, do know that they take commissions...or rather they'll be taking them starting February, after a January break. Here are their prices for when that moment comes: https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/j.....Open-924160554
And if you like my work, do check this out: my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now what's Ankha truly doing? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
GAZING GOBLIN
“You got so lazy, I'm sure you wouldn't even last an hour in a dungeon no more!”
This remark had been in her head all day, as Gaz thought she had been above such petty insults. Her days occupying any temple, grotto, abandoned castle or any other creepy locale had been over, that much she had told herself back a few years ago. Too many hours, too low a pay, not enough benefits and the occasional dread of dying a gruesome death had been too much for her, opting to claim a better lot for her in life. Thus did she retire early, picking up loot she had been supposed to protect as she had gone to her goblin cave to smoke zaza mushrooms, eat aplenty and just relax whenever she could. Much easier than lurking around with a club and growling, which was essentially what she did.
But then Limax basically told her that.
Of course he had stuck around, became some kind of low-caste warchief leading perhaps a dozen goblins and he got it in his head that he was a big-shot. She had invited him over for some nostalgia and maybe to ask him for some gold that she'd pay him back (never, but that wasn't the point), only for him to brag and be a little green-snotted pompous freak. Him with his studded leather armor, with his short sword and his stupid helmet, thinking he's so smart. The argument had been there that if she was as good as she thought she was, well she'd just go get more gold in another dungeon, like an adventurer would.
Well fine, she'd do just that.
So she got her club and went not only for another dungeon, but the dungeon. The one that many either wanted to work at or avoid at all cost, if only because it would look amazing on a résumé. The Feline's Tomb. Some said it was haunted, some that it was cursed, a few that it was dusty and that it just wouldn't be good for their allergies. Whatever the reason, every gobbos and hobgob, even the big bad orcs just wanted nothing to do with the place and this meant one thing: it was probably full of unprotected loot. Thus did she make a trip through the desert by a shortcut inside a tunnel known by a dridder friend of hers (whom incidentally she owed gold to) as she emerged inside the cat's grave...and gob did it seem like whoever was buried here was full of herself.
So many statues, effigies, hieroglyphs, depictions of the same being with what one could resume as a “resting bitch face”. A little snake in her hair, gold and blue colors everywhere as Gaz figured that mayhap she could just pick one of those, sell it and be done with it...but then she'd never hear the end of it from Limax. That she chickened out, with the bawk bawk sounds and the little wing motions, full-on disrespect. No, she'd need something much more valuable if she were to shut him up for good as she ventured forth, reminding herself of the rules when it came to traps inside dungeons.
“1 tile out of 3, 2 steps out of 4,” was an old adage meant that if there was one element that looked off, it was probably to make you not notice the actual danger ahead as she took extra precautions, going slowly yet even then did she tire easily. She had grown a little fat and complacent, out of breath not just due to stress but out of pure fatigue as her chubby self was indeed harder to carry around. Despite it all, she stubbornly pressed forward, refusing to give any credit to Limax for how she was no longer at her apex. Eventually, she did reach the core chamber of the tomb, the one where all passages lead, a common design when it came to any adventurer's quest locale. Within could be found even more of those depictions of the feline herself, though there was also her sarcophagus right there, made of gold, sapphires, each tailored and fashioned in a myriad of details.
“Alright, now where do I go from here...” Gaz wondered aloud, thinking that perhaps she ought to eat her lunch right here, maybe indulge in some zaza mushrooms for the nerves...but then a brilliant idea occurred to her. Why even risk anything when the real treasure was right there? She could just pick up a rope, tie it to the sarcophagus, bash in whatever dry old mummy of skeleton was inside and then she'd be crazy rich for the rest of her life. That'd teach everyone as she smirked at how smart she was, dusting off the funeral receptacle if only to have a better grip with her tools.
And then the sarcophagus glowed.
Gaz beat on it with her club, as if to tell it to quiet down as she removed the lid in order to bash on whichever creature lurked inside, but then something unexpected was not only seen, but it was followed by an even further inexplicable phenomenon: music. It was a tune of strings and flutes, the kind that made her want not only to dance, but to travel the desert at her leisure, trading camel to camel in order to reach no specific destination. It stopped her there as the bandages of the person stuck within were removed swiftly, revealing the feline herself in all her glory, with naught a scratch or show of age whatsoever. Her gold and blue fur was dressed within a bedlah, one of blue and pink as there was an otherworldly beauty to her, a mystical aura that spoke of majesty and power, even with her face obscured by a thick pink veil. She looked at Gaz, standing tall above the goblin, before speaking.
“Who dares awaken me from my well-deserved nap, me-meow?” the cat woman said, her speech alone carrying some kind of stupefying and stunning potency as Gaz hesitated on whether to whack her with the club...or to beg forgiveness. It wasn't just her voice that demanded respect, but her look as well as Gaz was no stranger to the effects of lust. That smooth stomach, those carefully-curvaceous hips, that slight cleavage carried by that colorful top...those were eye-catching as this moment of admiration and fear would doom the goblin. “Then again, there shall never be enough servants for when I fully wake in a few decades or so. Gaze upon your goddess and know your place, little mortal.”
Thus did the music that accompanied her got even more apropos as the feline went on to dance...and it was the most splendid thing that Gaz had ever seen. Even while under the influence of zaza mushroom did she not get so easily fascinated by something as those swaying hips, the way she crossed her arms below her chest and looked down at her...it was sensual, erotic, downright mesmerizing as the goblin could not help herself but look deeper and deeper. But it was only the start as the feline spoke anew.
“Yes, feel blessed that I deem you worthy enough to be part of my future entourage, that of your queen and goddess, the divine Ankha, me-meow~” the feline said, finally revealing her name as it immediately imprinted itself into Gaz' psyche. Such a pretty name, one for a gorgeous gal as the goblin saw that she extended her hips further until she went with a twist and lifted her arms just above her chest, below her facial veil. Summoning a pink veil from the void itself, magic was in the air as Gaz was fascinated by this, so much that she barely noticed that her club had slipped from her fingers. “Watch me, burn this into your memory, make it so I become the only thing of importance, now and forever.”
There was such an authority to these words, an inescapable and inevitable conclusion that Gaz would indeed belong to her and the slight dread that it inspired soon made way for a small eagerness. The gold and blue around her was absorbed by her being until she glowed, while many more colors swirled around. It was a hypnotic trip, one that melted down her mind until indeed nothing was more important than watching goddess Ankha. The twists were then accompanied by undulations, belly rolls as she went back and forth while still going left and right, showing a nimble and overly alluring display of bodily control.
“Place yourself under a trance for me, tribute your mind, body, heart and soul to your rightful owner, me-meow,” Ankha continued as spirals of gold, blue and pink emerged from Gaz' eyes until something else occurred, an impulse brought by a growing sense of admiration and reverence as the goblin went on to dance along. Her own steps were awkward, her hips a little too rough, but Ankha observed the crude mimicry nonetheless. “Hmmm, a future dancer perhaps? I shall see to it then, for I am nothing if not a generous goddess, me-meow.”
Thus did many veils went on to get summoned, little flying pieces of fabric that grew and snaked their way around the goblin. Covered and coiled by these silk adornments, she was cocooned until eventually nothing from Gaz was left out for anyone to see. A glow was within this makeshift chrysalis as eventually Ankha continued her dance, shimmying her hips very fast and then brought one hand up before using her power for the next step.
SNAP!
Gaz was freed, her rather dirty and unkempt vestments replaced by a sumptuous bedlah worthy of a belly dancer or a harem girl. Pink and gold with pearls upon many of the linings, she had a similar top but an open skirt for her legs as her chubby little belly was highlighted with a navel jewel. She continued to dance, feeling that need down to her very core as the momentary little lapse in her observation of that sumptuous, enthralling performance from Ankha was resumed and it looked even better than prior as those shimmies made way for figure-eights, brushing to the side in a repetitive loop while her arms rose up and the pink veil acted as a sudden background for the dancing deity.
“Now slumber and dream of me, submit your entire being, your future to my care and you shall know glory and duty unlike any you could've imagined, me-meow,” Ankha said as one small sarcophagus emerged from an opening in the wall, one of many that had been closed until now as bandages went on to get launched from the revealed receptacle. They flew and coiled around tight on the goblin, warm and soft magic causing her to lose herself into a lethargy as she was then lifted from the ground and then brought within said sarcophagus, one of much lower style and class than Ankha's but useful enough for its purpose. “Sleep as my age shall come back anew and you will be among those who shall serve me first before all others. Think of how you shall be my slave in all things and how best to please me, me-meow.”
Thus did Gaz disappear, mummified and preserved by magic as Ankha yawned, ceasing her performance as all that exercise had been quite a workout. She did need to stretch a little, but now she felt sleepy as she figured it was time to come back to bed. Laying down in her own sarcophagus and letting the bandages acts as bedsheets, she fell asleep as she would not be disturbed for quite a while. Like so many prior who had the audacity to intrude upon her domain, Gaz had shared the same fate as all who set foot in the feline's tomb as they had been captured, charmed and hypnotized by the queen herself as they thought of her constantly while they slept and they would do too when they'd be awake.
Forever.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Feline (Other)
Gender Female
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