Imagine, if you will:
You are trapped in an underground chamber far below the Amun precinct in Luxor, Egypt. You have managed to slay Anubis' high priestess even though you are naked with your hands tied behind your back. The room is filled with cartouches of sorts and sizes. One is of a beautiful twenty ish looking svelte young woman with long black hair, deeply tanned skin, apple sized breasts.
Continue on thinking that this woman steps out of her cartouche and shape shifts into a large Egyptian asp, a snake that in nature has poison deadly enough to kill a man. You are mortal, but you have learned a few incantations that you can use, if you had use of your hands to make the gestures required for the spells to be effective. The woman is pissed...at you and has decided that you are to die. What would you think? Yeah, I'd say you were totally fucked too. This is what would ensue if I was in a position like that....
Kebechet hissed, "Die, mortal, die" and launched her long serpentine frame straight at me. She was almost upon me when I bent over and brought my bound hands up as far as I could without dislocating my own shoulders and started to roll. Her right fan sliced halfway through my binding, narrowly missing impaling my hands. I finished my roll, pulled hard on my wrists, snapping the bindings and shot my legs back. My feet struck the snake's midsection causing her to bash into one of the columns and flip her on her back. She quickly recovered, twisting her tail to snap the rest of her body right side up. But that time was all I needed to regain my footing and to stand with arms free.
I launched myself into the air on two feet directly at the gargantuan snake, raised my left hand above my head and shouted, "Ivat Ikkit Ikkir" and landed on the sand floor on four paws. I had turned into a five and half foot long mongoose. It felt odd to have fur covering my body, but the new muscle tone invigorated my energy. I knew I didn't have time to revel in the wider senses that I now possessed. The images in the walls sharpened; the sounds of three heartbeats? The smells of the chamber intertwined themselves and entered my black nose on the tip of my snout. I even felt sturdier, four paws solidly on the ground and it surprised me how naturally balanced my long tail felt, giving me increased confidence in my balance and coordination. My human formed seemed obese and slow compared to the sleek lithesome weasel body I now wore.
I decided to test my new form out and jumped onto Kebechet's back and tried to bite her between her skull and first vertebrae. The snake rolled and threw me a few meters away. I dug my claws into the sand to stop my backward slide. I heard a voice behind me hoarsely crying out, "oh, my neck..." followed by the sounds of shredding flesh and bone as my hind claws had dug into the paralyzed body of Asudem. My momentum had been stopped. Gore dripped off of both back paws, matting the fur -- it was almost a split second that I could tear my mind away from turning around and helping myself to a little snack, the scent of fresh meat was so alluring. But at least I could only hear two heartbeats -- less confusing that way.
Kebechet coiled her body and sprang once again at me; my human form would have been screaming from inside her gullet, but the mongoose reflexes and strength allowed me to jump straight up over her strike and strife her back with my front claws as she sailed past me. I had also managed to nip the tip of her tail with my fangs, leaving a droplet of blood on my whisker. The aroma from that single drop frenzied my hunger and drool uncontrollably ran out of my mouth and into my furry chest. I had never had such a powerful feeling of anticipation of a kill and the feast of entrails soon to come.
Kebechet turned quickly but miscalculated which direction I would go to avoid her. I butted the side of her head with mine, knocking her once again onto her serpentine back. I pounced on her, my fanged snout just below her jaw. I opened my mouth to deliver the death bite.
I thought my claws had a good grip on her but she bucked the lower part of her tail and I flew straight up in the air. She had done the angle just right and it flipped me head over ass and I landed with her head directly under my groin while my snout banged hard into her underside. From the sound of air expelling from her, I assumed that my snout was in the area of her lungs. Both of us took a second to catch our breaths.
"I'm going to rip your manhood from your body," Kebechet hissed, her forked tongue tickling my Herpestes ichneumon phallic member. "Bitch," I growled, "I'm going to slit your belly open and feast on your intestines." She let another hiss out in response.
