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This story is but an indulgence on my part, for my amusement.

I like GAZZRR and their art quite a deal, with them seemingly liking my tales too as they've given me permission to use their artwork for stories whenever I wished (unless specific circumstances are there). As they did some more Ankha, a feline that I do enjoy quite a deal, this time with a goth/punk aesthetic, well I couldn't resist. I went for a reader-insert one, an experiment that I do like to mingle with sometimes.

If you like their art, do know that not only do they take commissions Commissions Open! Infinite Slots!Hi everyone! My commissions have opened once more! Infinite slots so get as many as you'd like!HOW TO GET ONE: 1. contact me via note or send me a chat message! Or add me on discord and message me there! GAZZR#6008 2. Provide visual references. If you don't have a reference then a text description will do, but the commission will cost 50% extra.3. After I accept, I will provide a Paypal link or invoice 4. Once you pay, I'll schedule your commission for a future date. Turnaround time should be around 2 weeks!Need your commission faster than that? I can complete it within 48 hours for double of the price!Additional Notes:-These prices stack per character, 2 full color characters are 70€, for instance-Headshots are half the pricePrices:Flat Colour (~21.60 USD):,Full Shading (~38 USD):,Comic Page (~65 USD):,10 Second Animation (Starts at ~216.60 USD):,Thank you for your support! Please send me a message if you're interested! Oh! and any commission that features one of my characters gets a 25% discount ;3 but they also have a Patreon account in which they sometimes post variants and animations for their illustrations (there's an hypno variant for this one ) www.patreon.com/gazzrr/posts

And, of course, small mention of my own Patreon, with the suggestions upcoming for the bonus tale shortly: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now what is her deal? Read on and find out!

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NEIGHBOR TO NEIGHBOR

There is something inherently wrong with your neighbor.

You installed yourself on a remote island to be away from all the noise pollution, traffic, the crowds and all, to get some peace and quiet. Most of it had been achieved, you paid for a nice spot, got some renovations done, purchased furniture. The kind of life everyone ever wanted to have in some way, the sound of the sea breeze, of seagulls, of waves crashing down on the beach...and yet someone did not get the memo. Someone just thought that they could disrupt it all for everyone and the worst is that she's your direct neighbor, but a few meters away from your own little haven and abode.

Whenever she's in, she plays her music rather loud, so much in fact that you could swear her house is actually dancing to the beat, about to pop out the roof due to the pressure contained within. It's some kind of Egyptian beat, talking about moving from one ride to another. It's not even a bad song, more that you heard it so many times and much too clearly that it's stuck in your brain. The fact that she plays it somewhat late in the evening and the night does not help your current predicament. It's just a hassle and you've had more than enough. You did not want to rock the boat, to be an irritance, live and let live is your motto...but now it's just plain obnoxious and rude. It's time to talk to her and make her see reason.

It's time to go see Ankha.

You knock at her door, hoping that she'll actually hear you through all that ruckus as her domicile is shaking due to the sheer volume of the music. Up close it's even louder as you still hear footsteps approaching, the doorknob being turned and then it's almost like a sonic attack as she didn't think it necessary to actually lower the sound to greet whoever came by. It's like a wave of air trying to push you back, to repel you and yet you hold steadfast as it's a wonder as to why Ankha is not deaf at this point...or perhaps she is and that's why her music is so darn loud.

“What's up, me-meow?” she says, barely audible through that song as the punk, or perhaps goth feline goes on to approach you. She seems friendly enough, curious about your arrival as if nothing wrong is happening, oblivious to the sheer ear destruction she's causing around her. Dressed as if she was about to rock out, in fishnets, leather wristbands with studs and with her fur and flesh rather revealed, she has a somewhat lazy smile on her face. “Can I help you with something?”

You talk loudly, shout even, talking about how you can't even hear yourself think, how this is especially loud and you politely ask if this could be not only turned down, but also not played incessantly. She looks a bit annoyed, the bass about to make the front door quake and disembark as there's just no way she's unaware of it all...though her expression seem to heavily suggest so. She sighs, cross her arms and then look at you with a little smirk on her face.

“Okay, okay, for you I guess I can tone it down a bit, me-meow,” she goes on to say a promise sent your way as you nod, mingle a bit and then go back to your regular activities. You go away to fish, to visit the museum to clear your head, checking out for perhaps a basement in your house as when you get back you are greeted by not only a most unwelcome sight but also a rather tiresome music: the same song, played just as loud as before. It seems likely that she lied to you as you groan and knock on her door, only for her to go see you and seem puzzled as to why you're visiting her again. “Uuuuh...yes?”

You tell her in no uncertain though certainly polite terms that she's still doing the thing you both discussed about, that this is indeed much too loud. It's a wonder her house is still standing or that her speakers are able to turn up to deliver such decibels. It's also extremely disquieting how you seem to be the only one really bothered by this on the island, truth be told, but that is another matter entirely. She seems a little less accommodating, but she does turn the volume down just a small notch. She had indeed stopped it...while you were gone. It's a fair point, though all the same the timing is indeed pretty unlucky.

“Happy, me-meow?” she responds, lifting an eyebrow and just waiting for you to nod or to somewhat acknowledge her efforts. It's a start as you don't necessarily want to start an argument or fight as you head back to your home, ready to dig into a book and lose yourself in the adventures trapped between pages. You sit down, make some tea, yet you can't focus for one reason: you still hear that music. The lyrics and melody are imprinted in your brain now, installing themselves into your memory whether you want them to or not as you groan but try to bear it. She did promise to play it less often, at the very least. And she does...turning it down at midnight. It's late, too much so in fact, not helped by the fact that she plays it back in the morning at seven, waking you up as anger boils inside you and you rush to her home, knocking upon her front door again.

“Now what, me-meow?” she says, a cup of coffee in hand, this song possibly part of her morning routine but you care not at this point. Your mood is as bitter as that beverage she drinks and you go on and complain, no more niceties or politeness as she has been rude, entitled and inconsiderate and you tell her that and then some more. How dare she goes on as if she owned the place, as if everyone wanted to hear this freaking song all the time? Enough is enough and if you need to file an official complaint, then you will. She responds with her usually aloof and somewhat relaxed expression turning into a frown. “I think I've indulged you for the last time, neighbor. I've been trying to be nice about this, but now you leave me no choice, me-meow...”

You don't appreciate her tone or that thinly-veiled threat, yet as you're about to turn around to go deliver on that promise you just made, you find your legs unable to even move an inch. Your body does not respond as you are turned around and then start to float as you see the cobra adornment on her head start to glow...much like her gaze does. It's a rather unnerving situation, unexplainable and as you struggle and try to shout for help, you are silenced by one thing: that intense stare of hers. Those eyes are shifting colors, magic fills them or some form of energy that pacifies you, renders you confused and yet oddly docile.

“Should have done that from the start, me-meow. I'm just too nice sometimes,” Ankha says as she brings you inside her own home, close the door and all you hear is that music now, fully concentrated as if it was not just a collection of instruments, lyrics and sounds...but an aura that wraps around you. She makes you sit on a comfortable chair, moving the speaker closer to your position without moving an inch herself as her eyes and the way she towers over you just suggests heavily that she is dominant in this moment. “But now I'll make you much, much friendlier. Don't worry though, it won't hurt in the slightest, me-meow~”

That last bit was a bit more playful and teasing than you anticipated, yet your ears and brain are filled with that song as her gaze and soon even her body starts to occupy your everything remaining thoughts. It becomes pretty difficult to gather your wits and to even struggle some more as you get comfortable in that chair. Everything pulsate around you, making you shake not just due to the music but something else as Ankha crosses her arms, look down on you and start to sway her hips to the sound of that which she's making you listen to.

“Watch me. Listen to the music and to my voice. Shut down everything else, me-meow,” she says, her tone a contrast of friendly yet authoritative, her voice indeed belonging to the former qualificative, but possessing an inherent streak of the latter. You want to actually do as she says as her eyes become all the brighter and colorful while her hips sways left and right....left and right...left and right...continuously, incessantly, with a natural rhythm but also beauty to them. Her thighs and hips are adorned with those fishnets, making her fur and flesh seem to glisten as her curves are even more noticeable than prior. She's beautiful, that much is certain the longer you stare, then unconsciously admire her. “Very good. Just let it all wash over you. Lose yourself in this experience, me-meow~”

You go deeper into some kind of semi-aware lethargy, mesmerized as the music seeps deep into your skin, your muscles, your nerves, your spirit as the melody that you know by heart seems to be renewed. Still you watch Ankha as she somewhat dance for you, her gaze locked on you with those bright and piercing eyes. It's just so intense and yet pleasant to look at, so powerful as you inherently lose yourself as your seat trembles, the bass and the music coiling around you as if there were akin to the cobra she wears on her brow. You sigh despite yourself, you yawn as even though this energy is invigorating and relaxing, it also makes you feel sleepy for reasons unknown.

“Go deep into a trance for me. Drown in the music and my magic, the two intertwined, me-meow~” Ankha continues as the goth feline seems to grow taller, wider...or perhaps it's you who is getting smaller. She towers over your form, overwhelming not just in might but in charisma, in sheer appeal. Her voice like a purr as words continues to trickle from her lips and yet you only hear the melody of her tone and that of the song playing. The exotic accent she possesses, the nature of the song, how it makes you travel closer and closer to this goddess before you as she glows, as she is bright like a sun and just as warm. It's the most intense and yet peaceful experience in the world, forgetting your worries, your thoughts and yourself as you drink deep of this euphoria, doing as you're told. “Good neighbor, me-meow~”

You don't know how long this goes, your senses getting dark as you hear Ankha and that music. It's all so nice, so beautiful, so calming. Soothing and joyful, something to dance and pray to, as eventually you wake up with the sound of snapping fingers as you are startled, getting up from your bed as you wonder if this was all just a dream. It is nighttime, dark outside, all quiet with no sound or music as perhaps you just imagined it all. Yet maybe Ankha saw reason and just turned it down to a more reasonable time frame and volume as you go back to sleep, feeling extremely tired despite yourself. It is a restful, reinvigorating sleep that you fall into...and yet you are woken up by something very familiar indeed when morning comes.

That song.

Yet as you feel it starts to become a bit too loud and early, those impressions exit your brain as you see through thoughts and your mind's eye a vision of Ankha not just as a neighbor...but as a goddess. Tall, imposing, magnificent, alluring, those hips swaying and that gaze piercing through your complaints as the music awakens these illusions within your mindscape. It makes you feel good, you drool and become a bit complacent as you start to realize something of the utmost importance: you adore this song. It's catchy, exotic, nice and more than anything it makes you think of her, of your most incredible neighbor. Ankha is so nice, so cool, so fantastic, so pretty that you can't be mad at her. In fact, you should probably bake her a pie or something, apologize for being such a noisy and annoying neighbor prior. You learn not only to endure that song, but to love it more and more the longer and more often it plays. It's a gift from the goth feline next door and you welcome it, falling prey to its and her charm...

And you'll never complain or disagree with her ever again.

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

This story is but an indulgence on my part, for my amusement.

I like GAZZRR and their art quite a deal, with them seemingly liking my tales too as they've given me permission to use their artwork for stories whenever I wished (unless specific circumstances are there). As they did some more Ankha, a feline that I do enjoy quite a deal, this time with a goth/punk aesthetic, well I couldn't resist. I went for a reader-insert one, an experiment that I do like to mingle with sometimes.

If you like their art, do know that not only do they take commissions Commissions Open! Infinite Slots!Hi everyone! My commissions have opened once more! Infinite slots so get as many as you'd like!HOW TO GET ONE: 1. contact me via note or send me a chat message! Or add me on discord and message me there! GAZZR#6008 2. Provide visual references. If you don't have a reference then a text description will do, but the commission will cost 50% extra.3. After I accept, I will provide a Paypal link or invoice 4. Once you pay, I'll schedule your commission for a future date. Turnaround time should be around 2 weeks!Need your commission faster than that? I can complete it within 48 hours for double of the price!Additional Notes:-These prices stack per character, 2 full color characters are 70€, for instance-Headshots are half the pricePrices:Flat Colour (~21.60 USD):,Full Shading (~38 USD):,Comic Page (~65 USD):,10 Second Animation (Starts at ~216.60 USD):,Thank you for your support! Please send me a message if you're interested! Oh! and any commission that features one of my characters gets a 25% discount ;3 but they also have a Patreon account in which they sometimes post variants and animations for their illustrations (there's an hypno variant for this one ) www.patreon.com/gazzrr/posts

And, of course, small mention of my own Patreon, with the suggestions upcoming for the bonus tale shortly: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now what is her deal? Read on and find out!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

NEIGHBOR TO NEIGHBOR

There is something inherently wrong with your neighbor.

You installed yourself on a remote island to be away from all the noise pollution, traffic, the crowds and all, to get some peace and quiet. Most of it had been achieved, you paid for a nice spot, got some renovations done, purchased furniture. The kind of life everyone ever wanted to have in some way, the sound of the sea breeze, of seagulls, of waves crashing down on the beach...and yet someone did not get the memo. Someone just thought that they could disrupt it all for everyone and the worst is that she's your direct neighbor, but a few meters away from your own little haven and abode.

Whenever she's in, she plays her music rather loud, so much in fact that you could swear her house is actually dancing to the beat, about to pop out the roof due to the pressure contained within. It's some kind of Egyptian beat, talking about moving from one ride to another. It's not even a bad song, more that you heard it so many times and much too clearly that it's stuck in your brain. The fact that she plays it somewhat late in the evening and the night does not help your current predicament. It's just a hassle and you've had more than enough. You did not want to rock the boat, to be an irritance, live and let live is your motto...but now it's just plain obnoxious and rude. It's time to talk to her and make her see reason.

It's time to go see Ankha.

You knock at her door, hoping that she'll actually hear you through all that ruckus as her domicile is shaking due to the sheer volume of the music. Up close it's even louder as you still hear footsteps approaching, the doorknob being turned and then it's almost like a sonic attack as she didn't think it necessary to actually lower the sound to greet whoever came by. It's like a wave of air trying to push you back, to repel you and yet you hold steadfast as it's a wonder as to why Ankha is not deaf at this point...or perhaps she is and that's why her music is so darn loud.

“What's up, me-meow?” she says, barely audible through that song as the punk, or perhaps goth feline goes on to approach you. She seems friendly enough, curious about your arrival as if nothing wrong is happening, oblivious to the sheer ear destruction she's causing around her. Dressed as if she was about to rock out, in fishnets, leather wristbands with studs and with her fur and flesh rather revealed, she has a somewhat lazy smile on her face. “Can I help you with something?”

You talk loudly, shout even, talking about how you can't even hear yourself think, how this is especially loud and you politely ask if this could be not only turned down, but also not played incessantly. She looks a bit annoyed, the bass about to make the front door quake and disembark as there's just no way she's unaware of it all...though her expression seem to heavily suggest so. She sighs, cross her arms and then look at you with a little smirk on her face.

“Okay, okay, for you I guess I can tone it down a bit, me-meow,” she goes on to say a promise sent your way as you nod, mingle a bit and then go back to your regular activities. You go away to fish, to visit the museum to clear your head, checking out for perhaps a basement in your house as when you get back you are greeted by not only a most unwelcome sight but also a rather tiresome music: the same song, played just as loud as before. It seems likely that she lied to you as you groan and knock on her door, only for her to go see you and seem puzzled as to why you're visiting her again. “Uuuuh...yes?”

You tell her in no uncertain though certainly polite terms that she's still doing the thing you both discussed about, that this is indeed much too loud. It's a wonder her house is still standing or that her speakers are able to turn up to deliver such decibels. It's also extremely disquieting how you seem to be the only one really bothered by this on the island, truth be told, but that is another matter entirely. She seems a little less accommodating, but she does turn the volume down just a small notch. She had indeed stopped it...while you were gone. It's a fair point, though all the same the timing is indeed pretty unlucky.

“Happy, me-meow?” she responds, lifting an eyebrow and just waiting for you to nod or to somewhat acknowledge her efforts. It's a start as you don't necessarily want to start an argument or fight as you head back to your home, ready to dig into a book and lose yourself in the adventures trapped between pages. You sit down, make some tea, yet you can't focus for one reason: you still hear that music. The lyrics and melody are imprinted in your brain now, installing themselves into your memory whether you want them to or not as you groan but try to bear it. She did promise to play it less often, at the very least. And she does...turning it down at midnight. It's late, too much so in fact, not helped by the fact that she plays it back in the morning at seven, waking you up as anger boils inside you and you rush to her home, knocking upon her front door again.

“Now what, me-meow?” she says, a cup of coffee in hand, this song possibly part of her morning routine but you care not at this point. Your mood is as bitter as that beverage she drinks and you go on and complain, no more niceties or politeness as she has been rude, entitled and inconsiderate and you tell her that and then some more. How dare she goes on as if she owned the place, as if everyone wanted to hear this freaking song all the time? Enough is enough and if you need to file an official complaint, then you will. She responds with her usually aloof and somewhat relaxed expression turning into a frown. “I think I've indulged you for the last time, neighbor. I've been trying to be nice about this, but now you leave me no choice, me-meow...”

You don't appreciate her tone or that thinly-veiled threat, yet as you're about to turn around to go deliver on that promise you just made, you find your legs unable to even move an inch. Your body does not respond as you are turned around and then start to float as you see the cobra adornment on her head start to glow...much like her gaze does. It's a rather unnerving situation, unexplainable and as you struggle and try to shout for help, you are silenced by one thing: that intense stare of hers. Those eyes are shifting colors, magic fills them or some form of energy that pacifies you, renders you confused and yet oddly docile.

“Should have done that from the start, me-meow. I'm just too nice sometimes,” Ankha says as she brings you inside her own home, close the door and all you hear is that music now, fully concentrated as if it was not just a collection of instruments, lyrics and sounds...but an aura that wraps around you. She makes you sit on a comfortable chair, moving the speaker closer to your position without moving an inch herself as her eyes and the way she towers over you just suggests heavily that she is dominant in this moment. “But now I'll make you much, much friendlier. Don't worry though, it won't hurt in the slightest, me-meow~”

That last bit was a bit more playful and teasing than you anticipated, yet your ears and brain are filled with that song as her gaze and soon even her body starts to occupy your everything remaining thoughts. It becomes pretty difficult to gather your wits and to even struggle some more as you get comfortable in that chair. Everything pulsate around you, making you shake not just due to the music but something else as Ankha crosses her arms, look down on you and start to sway her hips to the sound of that which she's making you listen to.

“Watch me. Listen to the music and to my voice. Shut down everything else, me-meow,” she says, her tone a contrast of friendly yet authoritative, her voice indeed belonging to the former qualificative, but possessing an inherent streak of the latter. You want to actually do as she says as her eyes become all the brighter and colorful while her hips sways left and right....left and right...left and right...continuously, incessantly, with a natural rhythm but also beauty to them. Her thighs and hips are adorned with those fishnets, making her fur and flesh seem to glisten as her curves are even more noticeable than prior. She's beautiful, that much is certain the longer you stare, then unconsciously admire her. “Very good. Just let it all wash over you. Lose yourself in this experience, me-meow~”

You go deeper into some kind of semi-aware lethargy, mesmerized as the music seeps deep into your skin, your muscles, your nerves, your spirit as the melody that you know by heart seems to be renewed. Still you watch Ankha as she somewhat dance for you, her gaze locked on you with those bright and piercing eyes. It's just so intense and yet pleasant to look at, so powerful as you inherently lose yourself as your seat trembles, the bass and the music coiling around you as if there were akin to the cobra she wears on her brow. You sigh despite yourself, you yawn as even though this energy is invigorating and relaxing, it also makes you feel sleepy for reasons unknown.

“Go deep into a trance for me. Drown in the music and my magic, the two intertwined, me-meow~” Ankha continues as the goth feline seems to grow taller, wider...or perhaps it's you who is getting smaller. She towers over your form, overwhelming not just in might but in charisma, in sheer appeal. Her voice like a purr as words continues to trickle from her lips and yet you only hear the melody of her tone and that of the song playing. The exotic accent she possesses, the nature of the song, how it makes you travel closer and closer to this goddess before you as she glows, as she is bright like a sun and just as warm. It's the most intense and yet peaceful experience in the world, forgetting your worries, your thoughts and yourself as you drink deep of this euphoria, doing as you're told. “Good neighbor, me-meow~”

You don't know how long this goes, your senses getting dark as you hear Ankha and that music. It's all so nice, so beautiful, so calming. Soothing and joyful, something to dance and pray to, as eventually you wake up with the sound of snapping fingers as you are startled, getting up from your bed as you wonder if this was all just a dream. It is nighttime, dark outside, all quiet with no sound or music as perhaps you just imagined it all. Yet maybe Ankha saw reason and just turned it down to a more reasonable time frame and volume as you go back to sleep, feeling extremely tired despite yourself. It is a restful, reinvigorating sleep that you fall into...and yet you are woken up by something very familiar indeed when morning comes.

That song.

Yet as you feel it starts to become a bit too loud and early, those impressions exit your brain as you see through thoughts and your mind's eye a vision of Ankha not just as a neighbor...but as a goddess. Tall, imposing, magnificent, alluring, those hips swaying and that gaze piercing through your complaints as the music awakens these illusions within your mindscape. It makes you feel good, you drool and become a bit complacent as you start to realize something of the utmost importance: you adore this song. It's catchy, exotic, nice and more than anything it makes you think of her, of your most incredible neighbor. Ankha is so nice, so cool, so fantastic, so pretty that you can't be mad at her. In fact, you should probably bake her a pie or something, apologize for being such a noisy and annoying neighbor prior. You learn not only to endure that song, but to love it more and more the longer and more often it plays. It's a gift from the goth feline next door and you welcome it, falling prey to its and her charm...

And you'll never complain or disagree with her ever again.