Anubis Wish

A lone jeep sped across the vast fields of the Sahara desert, with its tires kicking up the sand and creating a thick cloud of dust along the way. Although the ride itself turned out to be quite bumpy since the vehicle was driving up and down the sandy dunes instead of taking the smoothest and safest routes.

As it seems the jeep was going through a long journey, it began to slow down before stopping in front of a large, yet old stone building, which appeared to be an ancient temple. Two gigantic statues of humanoid jackals holding their cobra canes stood on guard next to the entrance of the temple. Even though the temple was built thousands of years ago, the structure remained intact like it was built recently.

The driver's door was opened before a man with a white keffiyeh scarf over his head, wearing a western-style desert clothing with a fleet jacket over it, and carrying a leather bag on his shoulder, rose up to take a look at the temple. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. The paper was actually some sort of a photograph of the identical ancient building.

"Yes, this is the place." Looking back to the temple, then at the photo one more time, Omar came to the conclusion that they both match, meaning he reached the place he was looking for.

Omar went back to the jeep to turn off the engine, leaving the headlights on to light up the entrance, before he stepped out of the vehicle and made his way to the temple. Although he noticed a chain was blocking the way, a yellow plate hung on the chain with a 'Keep Out' warning and what time the place will be open for tour, the funny thing was that there was not a single security guard to watch over the entrance. Therefore, Omar just ignored the warning as he stepped over the chains and entered the ancient temple.

Once inside, he took the scarf off his head, revealing his tanned complexion with buzzcut hair and a soul patch on his chin.

The place was completely dark with no light source, which prompted Omar to bring out his young treasure hunter looked around and took a moment to gaze in awe at the hieroglyphs all over the walls of the temple, yet that wasn't the reason why he was here.

He took another piece of paper from his leather bag and unfolded was a sketched plan of the entire complex of the temple with trail marks that lead to the center of the building. So he proceeded to follow the steps from the marked plan, walking through the darkest halls with his flashlight shining the way to his destination.

The walk didn't last long when Omar had reached the center of the temple, which appeared to be a courtyard. He looked up to watch the cloudless sky full of stars, as the moonlight shone upon the room, illuminating it well enough that he didn't need to use his flashlight anymore. In front of him, an obelisk stood tall over the walls of the temple. As he passed by the pillar, he found an imposing, yet ominous ceremonial altar; it was carved from dark stone with golden patterns, with two large jackal statues sitting between the altar. Atop the altar was a massive head of Anubis with a narrow snout and pointy ears with golden accents.

"That's it! That's the altar!" Omar exclaimed at his discovery, as he looked back up to see the moon inching closer to the tip of the obelisk from the angle he was watching. "I don't have too much time left, I better get started with it right now." Then he hastily headed towards the altar.

He knelt in front of the block of stone, carved with more of logographic scripts, his eyes caught on to an opening which had the shape of an ankh, like there was a missing piece that needed to be placed there. In fact, as Omar reached into his bag, he took out an engraved golden cross with an embedded jewel stone in the middle.

Staring briefly at the treasure in his hand, wondering if he was holding the missing piece, he placed the ankh into the opening of the block. He stood up and backed away from the altar, waiting for a possible response and hoping that the piece was the right one.

Nothing seemed to be happening, yet he decided to wait for a few more seconds before jumping to a conclusion. Suddenly, the oil lamps standing beside the altar lit up out of nowhere, before the rest of the lamps surrounding the courtyard did the same. Omar was almost startled by the unexpected outcome, but he looked back up to the sky, watching the moon already looming over the top of the obelisk and facing towards the altar.

In a split second, the fire of every lamp turned blue and lit up the entire yard with a deep blue glow. Omar looked around wildly with a dumbfounded face, yet he was even more surprised than startled, to think that everything that's happening right now was exactly what the legends said; what the merchant told him was going to happen when he places the golden ankh on Anubis' altar.

"It's working... I can't believe it, it's working!" Omar exclaimed while laughing. His words unable to express how excited he was to find out the legend could be true.

Unfortunately, his moment of joy didn't last long when the winds started to blow a little harder, driving grains of sand into his face, forcing him to shield his face with an arm. However, the winds only became stronger with each passing second, eventually reaching the force of a miniature hurricane that blew out the fires of the lamps, and almost threw Omar off his feet, yet he kept his footing as he slid a few inches closer to the altar.

For that moment Omar thought it was an incoming sandstorm, but the fact was he didn't even spot a sandstorm while he was driving across the desert. Something weird was happening, he was very sure, but before he was about to leave the courtyard and go back into the temple, the winds suddenly stopped blowing.

As he realized the weather went back to normal, for a reason he couldn't discern, Omar started to become alarmed and anxious at the strange turn of events.

"What the hell is going on..." He muttered as he held back the urge of leaving the temple, hoping that things wouldn't get any more bizarre than just now.

Suddenly, he noticed the environment was starting to light up, before realizing something was shining from behind him with an ominous humming noise. He turned around and saw in disbelief that the altar was gradually glowing white. Clearly he hadn't been told something like that would've happened either, and he couldn't be sure whether it meant something bad or worse.

At this point, he was now reconsidering about leaving the temple, but before he could move a muscle, the light of the altar became fiercely bright. When the altar literally turned fully white, it released some kind of shockwave that knocked Omar clean off his feet.

At that moment, Omar went blind by the flashing burst of white as he fell to the ground, but instead of feeling the smooth surface of the sand, he felt like he was sinking into something that wasn't even the ground, he even felt his body getting completely wet. Furthermore, when he carelessly took a breath, instead of inhaling the air, he literally started breathing water into his longs, making him aware rather quick that he was starting to drown.

With his instincts kicking in, he flailed his arms up and down wildly, driving his body upwards through the bitterly cold surge of waters, swiftly gripping him in fear that he would end up drowning, which he firmly believed was the worst way to die. But thankfully, he felt his body just about reach to the waterline, before letting out a huge gasp for air.

He blindly swung his arms around the water to find anything that could lead to a solid surface, and suddenly his hands touched what felt like stone steps. Rather than question why at the moment, he didn't hesitate to climb up and crawl forward with his drenched clothes, before he started to cough the water out of his lungs.

Omar laid himself out back-first on the floor and focused on recovering his breath before he would ask how the hell he ended up in the water. He cracked his eyes open and looked to whatever he could see through his blurry vision, but when his sight came back to normal, instead of watching the sky full of stars, he was looking at a painted ceiling.

Realizing he was no longer in the courtyard like just a minute ago, he sat up to take a look at his surroundings in a daze. The place appeared to be an oriental looking, indoor swimming pool, with decorated pillars running alongside the edge of the pool, upon closer inspection, the pool didn't look nearly as deep as he thought.

By the look of this room, it gave him the assumption that he was still inside the temple. However, there were some significant differences that raised serious doubts.

The room was dark, but it was lit up by the torches hung from the pillars while the glowing water of the pool brightened the place. But that wasn't what he was concerned looked normal, yet somehow he felt like he wasn't in the temple anymore. Furthermore, he couldn't help but have a very bad feeling about the place he's standing in right now.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps and the clink of something metallic reached his ears, and it sounded like someone was in a hurry, which made him start to feel panic creep up on him as his heart started pounding louder in his chest. He turned his head where he was hearing the noise, only to find an entry across the pool. Realizing there was no other way to get out of the room, he decided to find a hiding quietly to the far corner, he got behind one of the pillars where what's remaining of the darkness could shadow his presence.

He decided to wait as the footsteps turned louder until he saw a silhouette showing up at the entrance. Omar took a peek while holding his breath, hoping whoever it was would leave instead of searching. Unfortunately, the figure stepped forward, entering the room before the torches lightened the face of the newcomer.

Omar widened his eyes when he finally got a clear view of who it was, but it wasn't a security guard as he feared, it was a woman. But much to his shock, she didn't look like a human being.

It was an anthropomorphic jackal with obsidian smooth skin that was as dark as midnight. Her eyes were shining like jewels in the velvety darkness of her orbs, with golden accents blooming the outer rims of her eyes. Her shoulder-length, dark flowing hair resembled a curtain, clipped with gold plates to keep it straight, with twin sidelocks reaching her clavicles adorned with looped gold bands and symmetrically even bangs that covered her forehead.

She was wearing a white-clothed loincloth with golden rings attached around her waist and single-band cloths running around her chest from the top of her ribcage, hugging the sides of each outer portion of her breasts, creating a mouthwatering valley of cleavage along with exposed side breasts. Golden bracelets were strapped around her ankles, her wrists and her upper arms, she was even wearing a gold-trimmed blue necklace, a pair of earrings and a headdress with a uraei, which represented the head of a snake.

At that moment, Omar took a guess she looked like some kind of a goddess, yet found it hard to believe that he would find a mythical creature in the flesh. Even he couldn't tell if she was using some sort of disguise, because not only did her skin look incredibly real, she even had the most voluptuous body he'd ever seen. She had a mouthwateringly large, buxom, H-cup chest jiggling with each step she was taking, with her expansive, plump hips accentuating her meaty thighs along her fleshy, yet curvaceous and luscious legs.

It goes without saying that any man would be willing to die to serve her and her glorious figure.

More sounds of the footsteps snapped him out of his trance, making him realize he was getting distracted while ogling the supposed Egyptian goddess and that he was almost leaning out around the pillar. He hastily slipped back behind the pillar before he could get caught, before taking another peek to see the woman standing a few inches closer to the pool.

She wasn't alone. Two more anthropomorphic jackals, both of them male, were standing beside her. They appeared to be her bodyguards, judging by the military-looking outfits they're wearing and the spears they were holding in their hands, with both wearing a hardened look on their faces that Omar could tell these guys - or bipedal animals --would bite someone in the face if they so much as dared to cross them.

Her eyes surveyed around the pool, with her ears almost twitching as if she just heard a small sound. But then, she caught something floating on the water. The goddess then motioned to one of her guards with her finger to the pool, which the latter stepped in and used the shaft to pick it up by its handle.

Omar almost gasped when he realized it was his leather bag. Shit! It must have slipped off him the moment he fell in the water. He bit his index finger anxiously as the dog-faced guard delivered his bag to the voluptuous goddess, as she inspected it with a hint of curiousness. Clearly, she hadn't seen that kind of container before, but then a frown grew on her face.

"So we have an intruder..." She spoke with a gentle, yet venomous voice, before she turned to the second guard. "Gather your men and tell them to patrol every corner of the palace and block the exits! If you find the intruder, bring him to me, alive!"

The guard nodded before he bolted out of the room to carry out her order. Then the goddess turned back to the other guard remaining. "You stay here and search this room, I have a feeling he left something that could be useful to us." After relaying this, she took her leave.

Omar held his breath anxiously as he watched the guard notice the puddle he'd made, before following a trail, approaching to the same spot he's hiding by following the puddle. At this rate, he knew if he doesn't act quickly, he'll get caught and God only knows what those dog-faced people would do to him.

He searched through his pockets for something that could distract the guard. Unfortunately, he had nothing in his pants. In fact, he never thought about bringing his tools because he wasn't supposed to be in this situation. Even so, there was no time for him to come up with another way, now that the creature was getting close.

The dog-faced guard let out a growl as if he picked up something with his sense of smell, and realized it came from one of the pillars which was at the far side of the pool deck. Readying the spear, the Egyptian wolf cautiously approached that pillar and readied himself to confront the intruder.

What he didn't expect though was a piece of garment flying into his face, which was the fleet jacket Omar had just been wearing, and before the creature realized, Omar pushed him into the pool and then took the chance to leave the room without taking a look back.

"Oh my God! I can't believe that worked!" Omar laughed almost maniacally at his luck as he started running across the hallway. He didn't have the remotest idea where he was going, he wasn't even sure if he was heading to the exit, but right now he only knew one thing he had to do, escape.

He found an intersection ahead, and without having the time to decide which way he should choose, he decided to take the left one as he went around the corner. But then he stopped in his tracks with a stumble, shock spreading across his face, realizing he just took the wrong way.

He just found a group of jackal soldiers patrolling down the hall until they unexpectedly bumped into the human. He and them stared at each other, both bewildered and dumbfounded to see each other, but then, the soldiers began to growl, brandishing their spears and khopesh menacingly at the young man.

Omar was snapped out of his funk by their hostile response, as he turned around and ran as fast as he could to the right. His body quickly getting overwhelmed by adrenaline, his breathing became heavier, and he could feel his lungs starting to burn. He could hear some inaudible voices from behind, along with the clinking noise of the soldier's weapons, yet everything seemed deafened to his ears. He never felt so freaked out in his life! But then again, he'd never had a group of creatures pursuing him with the intention to tear him apart. In this desperate moment, he wished this was just some sort of nightmare and he should be awake by now, he knew this wasn't a dream at all.

That didn't stop him trying to outrun the pursuers, he was crossing and diverting to the other corridors; because the structure of the building looked like a maze, he had to use whatever advantage he could to confuse the guards before finding the right moment to hide

He took another diversion to the right before he glanced backward when he noticed no one was behind it be that he managed to lose them? Or had they decided to split up and find a way to surround him? Regardless, he turned his gaze forward again, but suddenly his body collided into something before falling to the ground. However, instead of feeling the hardened concrete, he felt something smooth and soft cushioning his fall.

A feminine yelp reached his ears before his eyes went wide open. He pulled himself up to his knees and looked down to see he fell over a huge swell of cleavage with two mountainous mounds of flesh the size of fully grown watermelons. Each individual globe being bigger than his own head as they lightly wobbled around. Looking up, he met the piercing eyes of the goddess who showed up at the pool room, who stared at him shockingly after he unintentionally buried his face between her breasts.

He knew this wasn't the right moment to be captivated by her presence, yet he couldn't help but admit that she looked even more beautiful from a closer look. But then he snapped out of his trance again after realizing he just had physical contact with the goddess herself.

Before he could do something or even apologize, a hand gripped his collar from behind, before pulling him violently away from the goddess and then throwing him back to the floor. Before Omar could stand up, he froze when he saw several tips of spears pointed at his face. Looking up slowly, he realized the jackal soldiers caught up with him, and clearly they didn't look very pleased after witnessing what the human was doing to their majesty.

The soldiers growled disdainfully as they slowly approached him with a murderous look in their eyes. Omar grew terrified at the realization they do have the intent to kill him.

"No, no, wait! I give up! I give up! Don't kill me, please!" Omar begged with his hands held up in surrender, backing away from the spears inching closer to his face.

"Stand down! I said I need him alive!" Suddenly, the goddess intervened as she stood up to her feet. "He didn't do any harm to me, he just... bumped into me." She almost trailed off as her face grew flushed.

There was a hint of hesitation on the soldiers' faces, but they complied and pulled their spears away from Omar. Nevertheless, two of them stood beside the human before pulling him to his feet and seizing his arms, before bringing him over to her. He noticed they were much taller than him, as he could only just reach their necks.

"Now, let's get straight to the point, mortal. Who are you and what are you doing in my palace?" She demanded with her arms crossed over her humongous chest, keeping her face neutral despite the fact he invaded her personal space.

"I-I-I don't know! I mean, the last thing I remember I was in a courtyard, and there was an altar, and the next thing I knew, I fell into the pool. I have no idea where am I and I don't even know who the hell you guys are supposed to be!"

This wouldn't be the first time he'd been caught and interrogated, but the only difference was he didn't have to deal with anthropomorphic creatures with outdated weapons, let alone meeting face to face with a queen wearing little clothing.