Lamia Ankha - Xy-Merfox by IncredibleIntruder on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

She's been a genie, Shantae, a Gerudo and Princess Jasmine...well now it's time to complete the set of things heavily featured in this gallery and make her a lamia.

Both Xy-Merfox and I are pretty big fans of both serpent people and Ankha. As we talked about a possible new collaboration, the idea came forth that we could do Ankha as I had a little drive to write something featuring her (as I do rather often). This lead to a lamia TF piece inspired by some of my Tuki material along with the natural inspiration for a lot of content featuring this feline: the Zone animation. A short little distraction on my end during this Hypnovember, a little indulgence on both our part.

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Now how come she's a slithering seductress now? Read on and find out!

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THE LAMIA POT

She couldn't believe Jolly Redd had this on sale.

Ankha knew he could be an untrustworthy charlatan at times, especially when it came to art pieces, but that specific pot he had on display spoke to her on a deep level. It looked ancient in a way that only she could tell, fitted with her aesthetic and woul mud fit especially well in her own home as she even had the perfect spot for which to put it on display. Thus did she purchase it on a whim, a rare occasion for her, departing herself of 3 500 Bells as she figured that if this “ancient mystical urn of wonders” was fake...well she could always send a curse to that unworthy peddler of wares.

Arriving at her home, putting it exactly where she had imagined it, it did tie the room together as she began to dust it off. Pleased with her purchase, she then went on to continue cleaning it, polishing it with the best kind of wax she could as she looked inside to see if there weren't any surprises...only to find one of a rather uncanny and colossal nature: there was no bottom. She lifted the pot to be sure there was no hole beneath, which wasn't the case as she'd most certainly have realized back then, yet putting it back on its spot and then looking inside merely revealed the same phenomenon: a big black bottomless hole within the pot. Like the deepest pit, there was no end to it as she tried to see if there was anything wrong, scary or otherwise hidden within, yet as she looked and paid attention, scrutinizing, the only thing she noticed was something equally as mysterious: music.

There was a very faint, near inaudible melody within echoing, amplifying itself the more she listened and tried to identify it. Like flute and chords, even with a little bit of drums to it, slow and methodical, repetitive too, it fascinated her despite herself. It called to her, playing just for her she instinctively felt as without realizing it she had been bent forward too much, leaning on the tip of her paws which went on to evolve in a way she would have foreseen had she not been too curious and allured by the music: she fell forward. The pot accommodated her own size, expanding so that the feline would not be stuck in any fashion as she fell inside the bottomless hole contained within this recipient. She fell, yet also floated for some reason unknown to her. It was as if something was preventing her from being harmed, carefully assuring her safety as the music only got clearer, more intense yet without overwhelming her ears or sense. It became a part of her somehow and the fear that invaded her dissipated slowly but surely as the darkness within was illuminated by a strange light, revealing things of a precious and bizarre nature.

There were walls, extremities which were far away and yet immense, fitting her aesthetics. They were being drawn upon in gold and blue, her own colors, as if the object recognized her style and tried to mimic it. Figures and icons of felines and serpents were drawn, some inter-twined, playing with one another as they were depicted as hieroglyphs, ancient writing whose aesthetic she adored. She was weightless, almost body-less in a sense, yet comforted by music that made her worries float away, repelled from her body as she merely looked upon the ongoing fusions of those cats and those serpents, creating whole new beings as spirals were drawn and looped from the extremities. It captured her gaze, went at the same pace as the music, both elements concording together in a way that she felt intricaly as eventually she stopped falling...and started changing.

She found her footing, so to speak, her position upright and her body returning again, though it coursed with both warmth and cold sensations. Like a chrysalis enveloped in something mystical, she felt a change upcoming and the best way to channel it was to respond to the music, the ambient sound making her dance. She swayed her hips, clasped the palm of her hands forward and then lifted her arms up above her head as it began. This was a ritual, something that the pot itself made her know without uttering a single word, a link between the object and her established. It needed to be let out with her hips, her waist, her midriff as her legs went on to tingle, to crackle with energy as they expanded not just in length, but in size. It should be terrifying or at least worrisome, but as the walls around her told her this story of feline serpents, it only seemed natural for the process to be bizarre to her. She was changing, transforming into a divine new form that would befit her as the cobra accessories on her forehead foretold, almost like a prophecy.

Her legs extended, though also began to fuse together as she swung her hips and then occasionally rolled her belly, going left and right and yet each time she did so those particular assets expanded. They needed to if they were to mix up and concord with that whole new appendage of hers, one she intrinsically sensed without truly seeing it. She was instead focused on the blue and gold spirals pacifying her, keeping her focused as she went on to grow, to assume a size that would fit for her grandeur, her new divine shape. While not someone who lacked in confidence, this sentiment toward herself only grew as she felt powerful, beautiful, transcending any preconceptions of herself so as to improve her self-image and her own sense of self-worth to new heights. This is what the murals, the hieroglyphs told her in silence yet eloquently enough. She was to be a goddess in this new world, this whole experience but the promise of a new dawn upon which she'd be the sun. She only needed to continue with her dance, with this sacred ritual and things would be bright for her forevermore.

She felt herself being taller, stretching upward and downward yet with her hips still expanding, her curves downright impossible and yet sumptuous all the same. Her swaying and swinging went further and further as eventually she emerged from the pot and went on to communicate in a way that felt only natural as the inside of her mouth tingled: she hissed. A forked tongue, capable of tasting the air even better now, reverberating it as the music kept on playing inside her head, imprinted within so as to keep herself calm and content within this entire process. With the murals away, she finally looked down to see what she had become and while she couldn't see it entirely, she witnessed her new serpent's tail and felt proud of it. Gold and blue, just like her, as her new vestments suited her divine personage accordingly, with small bandage-like adornments and light golden and blue highlights...with her midriff and cleavage on display to make sure people would be awed not just by her new form, but by her incomparable allure as well.

Her underbelly smooth and glistening as if polished by the same wax as she used on the pot, she still felt her tail extending inside this magical object, one she was linked to now in body and soul, much to her rejoicement. This would be her domain, the sacred place that could contain her entire magnificence as no place else would ever be able to display the sheer potency and beauty that she possessed. Her arms moved below, her hips still swinging naturally and effortlessly as the music subsided, its channeling now entirely within her, part of her power as she felt pleased about all of this. She knew it deep within herself that she was a lamia now, Ankha the feline and serpent goddess. A new deity for this age. As she crossed her arms below her chest, observing this place which she called home but now could be considered a temple, someone knocked at the entrance as this surprised her a bit, but then turned into an opportunity as while she did not smirk, her expression ever neutral as she was in control, she nevertheless hissed in response to this.

“Hey Ankha, this is Isabelle. Just want to tell you that they'll be moving the morning yoga session up an hour so that you wouldn't show up too-” the sweet, friendly Town Hall worker went on to say, opening the door, understanding that Ankha wouldn't be cross about it, yet as she entered, closed the door behind her and then witnessed what Ankha had became, she fell silent, awestruck by whatever her friend had become.

“Look upon me and know perfection, me-meow _hisssssss~_” Ankha said as she still went on to dance, yet now she projected the same spirals that communicated this transformation and this enhancement so effortlessly. Blue and gold spirals within her eyes, she towered over Isabelle as this display of her ascended form and her power made the dog gal get closer, completely impressed and somewhat mindless, a very good reaction as far as Ankha was concerned. “Look upon your new goddess and become my first faithful worshiper, me-meow _hisssss_~”

Isabelle could barely comprehend this, her own thought process somewhat halted whenever she tried to put up reasoning or logic in the way of what she witnessed. Yet as Ankha spoke, the little extra push she needed to assimilate this was granted to her, though shaped by the feline serpent as she began to smile and reflect those blue and gold spirals. What she saw was not just her friend, but a superior and sublime being, a divinity made shape and as she watched those beautiful hips sway like a pendulum, left and right, left and right, left and right, left and right...and that gorgeous midriff undulate with that exquisite navel being deep and round as if it were a fine jewel, she became not just smitten but adoring. Words died in her throat, understanding was provided by listening and watching as she began to accept this euphoria, this ecstasy granted to her.

“Feel my grandeur, accept my power, rejoice in my fascinating appearance, me-meow _hisssss~_” Ankha said, the words coming naturally as while she never saw herself as someone lacking qualities, her own view of herself had been enhanced so that she could boast and refer to herself as naturally superior to others in ways that went beyond what anyone could imagine. She got closer to Isabelle, her tail getting out slowly from the pot yet never going entirely out of it as she began to coil the one who had once been merely her friend, but who would now be given the incredible gift of being her first servant, worshiper and priestess. The petite body of Isabelle was carefully wrapped, held there and her face was place in such a way that she only had to look up to see Ankha dancing and sending spirals her way...which she did as per reflex. “Submit your heart, body, mind and soul to me. You belong to goddess Ankha now, me-meow _hissssss~_”

She accepted this, for she nearly felt herself drained of fatigue, of confusion and the necessity to ask herself questions. Ankha was her goddess now, a sublime deity worthy of tribute and praise as Isabelle felt comfortable within that hold of both mental and physical means. Her eyes shone brightly in the spirals as she looked at this being who towered above her, at that fur and those curves which captured her, attracted her in ways unfathomable until something switched within her permanently as Isabelle's tail wagged and she smiled in a wide, silly-looking grin. Mind empty, thoughts gone, all better for the service of goddess Ankha.

“Bring more worshipers to me, me-meow _hissssss~_” Ankha commanded, knowing full well that she would be obeyed immediately. This was her right now, her duty to make sure that others would come to understand both their new place and hers in this brand new world. Thus did she uncoil Isabelle and then left her to roam outside, to gather those who'd sing her praise and tell tales of splendor involving her. The next step would be to enhance this temple of hers, to build up this island to her image and to make sure everything would go according to her will. There was a lot to do, tasks befit a goddess, but for now she merely needed to wait for others to behold this sublime form of hers as she waited patiently.

Waited for more worshipers to submit themselves to goddess Ankha.