The young man carefully hammered away at the sandstone bricks. The desert sun had set, and the area was incredibly cold. He stood atop a shifting dune, where the ever-changing sands had exposed a few square meters of sandstone brick, so old as to have nearly fallen apart. Months of research had lead him to this place, and it had still been an almost incredible chance to simply be able to find these signs. Finally, the brick fell through, falling a dozen feet and smashing against an indistinct floor.
A small light spell illuminated the room, revealing elegant tapestries, and a small drift of sand. Incredible. He'd been right about the preservation of the city, the sand merely covering it over, with few leaks. He'd have to replace the block, but for now, exploration was called for. The rope he carried in his pack fell into the chamber, secured outside to one of the other bricks. He slowly slung himself over the edge, and lowered himself.
He was hardly the most athletic person, but he was close enough. The young man had spent his last few years in the academy, and while their exercise programs were less than robust, he was at least in good enough shape to shimmy his way down. His height was something of a problem, the young man well aware of the rude comments that so often would be passed. But it didn't matter, not really. He had the magic. And when he found the secrets of this place, it'd matter even less, because he'd be able to put them in their place.
He never even saw the mummy's blow coming.
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He slowly opened his eyes. His head stung a little still, though not as much as he'd expected. He looked down over himself slowly. The room was lit, gently, but he couldn't tell what was creating the light- perhaps some enchantment. He was in the most comfortable bed he'd ever been in, in a room where every inch of the floor had been covered in colorful silk pillows, and his clothing had been changed. This alone would be rather alarming, but the clothing he had been changed into was... Degrading, probably, would be the word.
A loose collar hung around his neck, just slightly too narrow to fit over his head. It was surprisingly heavy, and cold against his skin. The sudden realization made him stare- It was more gold than he had ever seen in his life, and the thing was being used as an accessory, a small lock holding it shut. He looked down over his body. A veil was hanging over his face, so sheer and diaphanous that it was almost transparent, but tinted a light aquamarine color. He stared down at his body slowly, taking in every degrading detail.
Around his top was a vest, of the same aquamarine fabric, denser panels of the material covering his chest, offering some limited concealment for his nipples. Two long, diaphanous sleeves flowed around his arms, making his already creamy, unmasculine skin looking even more obviously girly. He could see, in his stomach, a delicate diamond-cut sapphire planted in his bellybutton, on a stud, glittering nicely in the low light. Numerous delicate rings were placed on his fingers, some studded with gems, of half a dozen different precious metals, from silver to gold to aluminum, and each glowing curiously. He could sense quite a magical presence in each of them, but the magic was strange, and unfamiliar to him.
His legs were similarly clad, a silky thong giving his ass greater definition. He stopped for a moment, and stared, standing, looking down his back. He knew he'd been wearing a robe long enough that he'd not checked himself in a while, but surely he couldn't be that curvy. The pants that had been placed on him, worn over the thong, were as sheer as his top, see-through, and gave a view of his legs. He wished, not for the first time, that he was not quite so painfully hairless, and his skin not quite so silky smooth. He had to admit, though, that he was pulling the outfit off far better than he expected.
"Ah, husband. You have awoken." A firm, authoritative voice sounded from the doorway. There, standing tall, wearing a surprisingly elegant, well-pressed cotton pair of pants, and a tight top, stood a woman. Of course, she was not a normal woman, as most normal women do not have the ears, paws, feet, and tail of a jackal, nor a rather distressingly large bulge when her groin has been exposed and her modesty is preserved only by an excessively tight looking thong. She took out an elegant stylus, and painted a few symbols onto the sheet of paper in her other hand, her eyes examining him.
He tried to grapple with a few different questions at once, before settling on the most throbbing and forward issue. "You have a penis." He stated. The Anubis girl nodded, as she stepped closer. "Of course, you'll want to inspect it."
She moved quite a lot faster than he had expected. Abruptly, her thong was down, and the jackal girl's shaft was pressed to his face. He had heard tales about the rank smell of some monster girls, the bestial scent of their bodies musky and bitter, and he tried to hold his breath, but a little waft of it tickled his nostrils, and he found himself curious, unable to resist the temptation to smell, just to see how bad it was.
And it smelled good. The scent was warm, somewhat feminine, with just a hint of desert flowers and spice, the scent intriguing, begging for another, deeper scent. He leaned in, sniffing once more, as though testing, just to see if there was more that he could find.
It was when his nose gently pressed into the side of the shaft, and the Anubis let out a heated moan, that he came back to his senses. He jerked his face back, looking up. Her face was as stern and stoic as before, but a slight flush colored her cheeks. "I can see that you approve of the scent. I can assure you that the taste is similarly pleasant. I have a selection of lubricants and oils to aid in training you to appreciate anal stimulation."
He stared. "Wait a second, I haven't agreed to be your husband, either! And anal- That's disgusting! You know how dirty that is?"
The Anubis girl frowned. "Surely you wouldn't accuse me of forgetting proper hygiene. I've ensured that you are very thoroughly cleaned; I can promise that the experience will be satisfying and hygienic for both of us." She seized his hands in both firm, strong paws, and a smile spread across her features, feral and wolfish. "And as for the matter of agreement, I think I'll be able to extract that from you momentarily." Her eyes flashed, and suddenly, his skin felt dangerously exposed.
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