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I was having a conversation with a friend after I had bought an upcoming YCH story of a CTF. This idea got stuck in my head and I needed to get it out before I could try anything else. It has some more esoteric kinks and is for adults only so take a look at the tags and read appropriately. If you are under the appropriate age in your country of residence, go away.

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"Before Khonsu's blood falls at the turning of the eighth cycle, the faithful will be rewarded, and the weight of the feather will again judge the world. His favor will be bountiful, his wrath terrible for those who betray him."

A soft, respectful voice broke the silence of the barely lit walls. Fluorescent lights flickered, casting their sickly, green light over the basement archives and glinted off the amulets laid atop the old cardboard boxes and wooden crates that made up this space. The nondescript storage area, not even important enough to be forgotten by the dozens of visitors and students that hustled and bustled not twenty feet above them, was just another basement room in the sprawling campus, barely worth a thought except for the janitors, security, and odd grad student. But tonight, it was to be the site of a ritual that had not been seen for millennia.

But that small, forgettable space would be one that changed the path of history, just as had uncountable smoke-filled rooms over the ages.

"They were here the whole time?" The soft, feminine voice dripped with awe as her fingers ran up and down the three small, figurines glinting in the flickering light. A golden loop topped cross was the thing that first caught the eyes of the small group huddled around the hastily prepared inspection space, a velvet cloth simply laid atop a random crate. A white, cotton gloved hand picked up the symbol, the ankh of eternal life so prevalent in Egyptian mythology dwarfed by even her small hands.

"The great seal has been here." Came a second voice, slightly more matter of fact and confident. "The amulets that we translated as 'the weighers of justice' were rather recently acquired." He spoke cautiously, but the underlying meaning of that statement was readily apparent to all three individuals. It had either come from a private collector, been purloined from some obscure museum, or straight out lifted from one of the myriad tombs of the Anubian kings. Or possibly all three. "It wasn't easy, Ann."

"I know, Cole. None of this ever is." She replied candidly, the insult that the method of acquisition brought to the fore in her mind bitten back and the feeling of loss that the academic held was tempered by the hope of the prophecy that had been inscribed on the ankh.

"Was this worth my money, Cole?" Cut in the sharp voice of the third individual. The sharply pressed suit tailored to his portly form contrasted markedly with the laid-back clothing of his two academic comrades, jeans and polos being a generous description.

Ann rolled her eyes at the financier's outburst. "Even if it wasn't for the prophecy, Tim, yes. Yes, it was." She picked up the golden feather and the delicate chain to which it was attached. The simple weight of that shiny metal trinket was barely enough even to be felt as it stood there in her palm, contrasting against the pure white of the cotton gloves, but the impact of that small weight, if the prophecy were correct, would leave an impact on the world unfelt since the fall of the Roman Empire.

At least.

"Don't gimme that 'It belongs in a museum' crap, Ann." He shot back, knowing that the historical significance of the artifact stood at the forefront of her mind. But it didn't matter. A need for power burned within him. Decades of corruption and riling up discontent and tension to let him wear a mask of compassion and piety, all while raking in millions, skimming it from all those suckers that both supported him and that he managed to dupe. "We're all here for the same thing. Don't try and act like the rebirth of a true god is nothing."

It was times like these, dealing with Tim Watkins and those like him, that Ann wished she had a whip and a Webley. But she had never looked good in a fedora, even if she would rather be up to her neck in a dig as opposed to up to her neck in paperwork digging out a desk. "Guess you're right, Tim," She started, trying to if not keep her annoyance from her voice, at least to minimize it. "If the prophecy is true, if we translated it correct, if you got the real thing, if, if, if, etcetera, etcetera." She swallowed, an old nervous tic, before turning to look at the group, ankh still in her hands, her fingers rubbing gently across the inscription.

"This is the only shot to back out." She started, eyes locking on both her husband and their financier. "According to the texts, all three must be used on the night of the blood moon, and the sacrifice of blood is the start." She withdrew a razor-sharp dagger, the blade coated in silver while the hilt was gold coated and jewel-encrusted. The ceremonial dagger's edge holed to as sharp a tip as the soft, golden metal would hold.

"You just said all three must be used together," Spat Tim. "It's too late to back out."

Ann bit back a grimace, knowing that he was correct, the fear dissipating as her husband simply nodded his assent. It wasn't like she was worried she would back out of this opportunity.

"Put out your hands, then." Ann wasn't typically a person to shout orders, or honestly even give them. But she was the only one of the three, arguably the only person on the planet, that could perform the ritual. As the two men complied, she quickly cut the center of their palms, flipping the dagger between the two so that the tip was coated with the quickly mixing crimson substance that oozed from the shallow cuts. Before she cut herself, however, she removed her gloves, picking up the golden ankh pendant, it's shine mesmerizing her as it glinted off the lettering, before placing it in the politician's hand, making sure it was centered directly over the cut, smearing the blood in his palm about. Her partner's palm was next, the golden feather pressing in, almost becoming part of his skin as she let go of the talisman, the golden color standing out only from the crimson blood, not the flesh from which it emanated.

Taking a deep breath, Ann bit her lip and cut across her palm. Crimson blood oozed free from the pale flesh, the blood of both the others mixing with hers as she pressed the third talisman against her flesh. The metal burned, almost like a hot poker had been pressed into her skin.

Ann's turquoise eyes widened in shock as she saw the silver talisman started to sink into her hand, the metal disappearing with every moment. As soon as she had pressed the amulet to her hand and that searing pain shot through her, she could see the other two grabbing their wrists, nearly doubled over in pain.

"So my children have learned the truth about my banishment." The voice echoed throughout the room, and yet was silent. It filled their mind without disturbing a single molecule of the somewhat stale air that filled the glorified storage closet. "You have petitioned for your god to return. Is that what you want?" The voice dripped power and command, the feeling of subservience welling up within all three humans kneeling before the ethereal voice.

"Yes, my lord," Three voices echoed out in near unison.

"I can sense the worthiness and the strength of your faith in me, mortals. It will serve you well. You shall be part of the vanguard of my new reign. But in order to do so, you must both follow me completely and be pure of heart to be granted the greatest gift." The trio felt a shudder run down their spine at those words, two fearing, even if just for a millisecond, that they were not worthy.

"Tom Watkins..." The voice sounded almost disappointed as the hairs on the back of the named conspirator jumped to attention, that second sense of being looked at going into full effect. "Pride, greed, and vanity cover your life. But the result of that has been material riches that you devoted to the rebirth of your god."

"Cole Puphsart, you have been mostly pure; you have seen the need for the company of men, and in doing so, have betrayed the trust of those who loved you. But you have proven an energetic defender of the sanctity of those whose bodies have passed into my care, and your drive to understand the eras of my reign can only be commended." Cole's eyes snapped to those of his wife, an apologetic grimace contorting across his face, but Ann's gaze was unbroken and devoted.

"And last, but not least, I come to you, Ms. Ann Puphsart. I am impressed. You have been remarkably, well, boring in life. No wild fun, forever enthralled by others and subservient. But there is a seed there. You have no fear of telling the truth, even if it harms you, you have stood beside your husband to try and fight the desecration of my people. Perhaps you need the right opportunity to grow and come into your own."

The voice went silent for a few moments, the three humans staring gapejawed at each other. The voice wasn't wrong. In fact, it had been totally correct and accurate. Ann's face was a mask of repressed anger as she saw the husband she had promised loyalty to for life not even trying to deny the extramarital dalliances he had undertaken. But even as she seethed, steeling her will to confront him, she felt a wave of...something, it wasn't peace, but it was calming, wash over her.

"Do not punish your beloved, my child." The echoing voice in her ears caught her by surprise. Even more so when she realized that neither of the other two was acting as if they had heard it. Her mind was a jumble for those few seconds before she could hear the voice speak once more. "Mortals are judged against their others. He is imperfect, but I have found few who are."

"Listen to your lord, my children." The voice boomed in their minds once more. "Judgment has been made, and the sentence passed. Your lord shall return to this world, and we shall remake it in my sovereign image."

Almost before the voice had finished speaking, the financier felt some force wrap it around himself, sending him crashing to his knees. "The symbol of my life has been taken by you. Your duty shall be to guard and support that life." The voice echoed in Tim's ear as he felt his body fall to all fours, hands, and knees rooted to the floor as if glued. "You are impure, but a useful vessel to be made so, my child."

"What the-" The other pair exclaimed as they saw the business-suited man dropping to all fours. True to his word, not a whisper of the judgment of the power-hungry businessman had passed between the voice and the couple. Their confused stares remained until the older man heard the voice within his thoughts. "You have chosen the pleasure of others over that of your own betrothed. Forevermore shall you be a source of pleasure for her. You shall provide support and comfort with every moment of your eternal existence and help guide her through what will come." The cowed human almost shouted at the voice, catching himself at the last moment to only let his thoughts free in whatever mind mend the two had that was letting them speak.

"What will-"

"You shall learn," The voice cut him off, obviously knowing why he was asking the question. "You merely must follow my edicts. Any word you hear from me is law. Now take your place kneeling before the power-hungry one." Cole could feel the presence in his mind; his memory was rapidly queried almost like it was a database. More than a few one-night flings filled his mind as the presence accessed his mind, watching every moment of the fast-forwarded memories. And it seemed to be savoring them, if the splash of pleasure that pressed against his psyche was any indication. "You are not being punished, just will be exalted differently?"

"Wait. What?" Cole called out, but his cry was in vain as the spirit ignored his plaintive cries.

Ann shook her head, confused as all get out as she saw her two compatriots moving, acting almost robotically if the expression on their faces were anything to say about it. They were accepting but not enthusiastic. As the financier writhed on all fours, discomfort was apparent across his entire body. But between his legs, a bulge pressed against the crotch of his tailored suit, in sharp contrast to his clenched teeth and spasming muscles

"And you, my dear, Ms. Ann." Ann shuddered as she heard the voice in between her ears. "I can only commend you for your choices. Your soul rivals the feather and shall be used to bring the feather back." Confusion coursed through her mind as to what the voice meant. All three had realized well before that it could only be the voice of the jackal-headed god of the dead that they had sought to return to prominence for so long, but Ann's mind fought and struggled to wrap itself around just what it meant. A cold shudder ran down her spine as her wondering ceased.

For the first time, as her mind fully recognized that fact, she could feel the tattoo on her neck burning, making itself well known as a sense of calm emanated from it. But just moments later, she could hear the voice speak once more.

"Go to crate..." The voice paused for a moment, "Crate 404. It shall have the last thing we will need to complete the rebirth of a true god." It whispered in her ear like a persuasive lover, sending her legs toward the rows of stacked wooden forms.

"Now, stay!" The words echoed through the two males that were sitting, if not at attention at least pretty close. In more ways than one.

Ann took few moments to find the crate that the voice had identified, having spent innumerable hours in the dark confines of the relictory. Grabbing a crowbar, she slid it under the lip of the crate and pulled.

She was strong enough to do a pullup on the crowbar, at least, but the screws on the crate were more persistent.

"Oh for crying out loud!" The voice snarled one of her husband's favorite sayings before the crowbar moved on its own, the top of the crate quickly popping free and revealing the silver structure within. "They took centuries to find my second staff. Now I give it to you, but you must use it now. Show me that you will follow my decrees and listen to what I have to say." The voice ordered into her ears, making sure that she was fully aware of just what it wanted as images of her husband, on his back, legs spread beneath multiple other lovers filled her mind, the images tinged with potent anger.

"Yes, my lord." The female's voice almost cracked as she pulled free the straw-like stuffing and wrapped inquisitive fingers around the warm, metallic cylinder and pulled it free.

"This is a-" She started, but was quickly interrupted.

"It is what you will need to join with me, my child. Be my acolyte and my form."

"Your form?" Her answer was at once curious and confused. The answering chuckle in her mind just added to the questions swimming in her mind.

"Yes, my child." The smooth voice returned. "You shall be unique among my children and shall spearhead my return. You must merely trust me."

The voice echoed softly in her mind, calm and in control. She found herself drawn to it, wandering outside the well-lit portions of her mind that reality had properly marked out and into the wilds within which nothing was certain.

Out here be dragons.

"Order your betrothed to pleasure your servant."

"My servant?" She thought back, confused and trying to wrap her head around the orders of the voice. But before the authoritative voice answered her, she saw her husband moving to the raised ass of the financier, pulling him free from his belt and trousers in an almost animalistic frenzy.

"Yes, my child."The voice spoke quietly but authoritatively. "They shall all be your children, just as you are mine. Of my acolytes, you are the pure of heart that was torn from me so many ages ago. I have chosen you to bear the bulk of my gift, be given the importance and reverence that we deserve. For you to become more than just my avatar. You shall become my flesh."

Even as the voice was whispering in her ear, Ann watched her husband, the man that she had sworn her life and love to, reach to the ass of the prostrate financier and spread them with eager hands before burying his face deep between those flabby cheeks.

"What?" Her question stopped before it could bridge the distance between her thoughts and her lips as the answer came to her.

"Shush, my child," The voice cooed into her mind once again. "Your husband craved the pleasures of the male flesh, to submit to his most base desires. But he fought not to. He cheated on you, yes, but he never ceased loving you. It was merely that you could not provide him with all that he desired, and he was..." The voice paused for a moment, "ashamed to tell you."

Ann turned the golden rod about in her hands. If that was something her husband had craved, and yet never told her, she could, at the very least, give him his wish. It wasn't like she had never heard of pegging.

And it could certainly help her take out the frustration that he had never told her that was welling within her.

"You are not to blame, my child." The voice sounded as if the jackal-headed god was whispering in her ear. "The choices have been his, and even if he was not completely honest with you, he has been chosen for one of the greatest honors for his devotion to me. Just as you have." An ephemeral shove pushed her body toward the coupling of the two males before he spoke once more. "You need not worry about preparing him." Her thoughts were wide open to him as she realized that he had pushed his way deep into her mind. Into the core of herself. "That staff, the symbol of my power and prowess shall see to that. I promise you will revel in this ritual, my child."

Ann shuddered, wondering if she was going to find herself moving under the jackal god's control, but she could tell that every breath, every step was hers. She was shocked to see a small puddle of fluids beneath her husband's trousers, the damp, wet spot proving that he had either pissed himself or been pleasured to a point that he had not reached with her for ages. From the words of the jackal god, she was relatively sure that it was the latter. Her steps quickened, and as she moved closer and closer to the carnal actions before her, she could feel her own sex, growing wet, not just from her own thoughts, but from those of the jackal god whose mind had wrapped itself around hers, soft and comforting like an old blanket.

Her husband was moaning into the ass of the man who they had relied upon to be given the funding necessary to undergo both the legal and less-than-legal maneuverings that had conspired to bring the three together in this dark, silent basement. It took only a quick, sharp movement of her hand to rip the jeans from her husband's ass. Her newfound strength passed unnoticed between all three of the trio. She could only realize the feelings of the unexpectedly warm golden phallus within her hand as it pressed against the ass of her husband. And rather than pulling away from the golden shaft, her mouth dropped open as he pushed back into it, his soft moan muffled by the assflesh of the man in front of him.

"You see, my child?" The voice whispered in her ear with an audible grin. "Your betrothed doesn't just desire the company of other males but needs it. My favor has fallen upon you, and you shall satiate him forever more."

The voice waited for a beat before starting up once again. "You could just do it all by hand, but what better way to show that you are one soul joined together in love and lust than by taking the end of my staff inside yourself. I promise you will never feel anything like it again. And that is only because the pleasure and power that you hold shall be greater than you could have ever dreamed in that deficient human form."

A bout of anger at her husband's apparent infidelities flared as she saw the golden tip of the staff of Anubis pierce her husband's puckered asshole. Letting the near end of the rod slide in between her nether lips, she gave a tentative, experimental thrust with her hand. To her surprise, the entry of the shaft was nearly effortless, almost half of the golden rod burying itself deep inside that tight, greedy tunnel. If she hadn't been a complete novice, she might have recognized that there was no way this was the first time taking a shaft as big as this up his ass, but she just chalked it all up to being 'normal.'

As soon as he felt the warm metal pressing against his hole, Cole's mind was filled with need. He didn't even think as he arched his back up, silently begging for the shaft to be buried deep within him as his moans were quieted by the assflesh wrapped around his mouth. He felt a hand wrap around his hip, fingers digging in as that shaft was driven deep within him.

Tim had never even had his asshole touched before, but at the first shiver of the sensation of that wet muscle on his sphincter, he shuddered, arching his back into the touch and biting his lip so hard that he could taste the coppery blood. Cole's tongue made its way around his puckered asshole, the taste of man driving him up the wall. The forbidden fruit of a man's ass was something that he had never been able to appreciate properly. Always afraid of just what would happen if Ann had found out. But today, he was able to. To savor the forbidden flesh of another male while Anubis whispered his blessings and approval in his ear. He did not even think of what his wife felt, assuming that Anubis was telling her just what he was telling him.

But inside her mind, the jackal god was doing something vastly different.

"See how he begs for his god's shaft to penetrate him? To feel the pleasure of a man?" The voice whispered in her ear as Ann felt herself burying that golden artifact deep within the asshole of her philandering husband. Every ounce of disgust, anger, and betrayal stayed and fermented as she gave the first, tentative thrust of her life. But as she watched her husband bend and heard the voice of the jackal god playing within her ear, any semblance of moderation or restraint was gone. Run over and demolished by a need for pleasure and power that she had never felt before. And one that she embraced.

And the need for, if not revenge, at least repayment for the desires that had manifested in her husband. Not that he had acted upon them, but that he had decided against telling her, and asking her to, if not fulfill them, to take part. Rational and human thought had quickly given way to the powerful drives and needs of an animal. A beast.

One hand kept itself buried in Cole's hip as she pulled her hips back, golden idol going along for the ride, the warming metal feeling as if it was bonding with her sex at each touch to her lips, before she slammed her hips forward. The tip of that golden rod slid against her husband's prostate as the rod sought out and played against her g-spot. Somewhere that her husband had tried to reach but had never found. At least not to this fidelity.

A devious cycle began, every time that scepter buried itself deep grazing against Cole's prostate, he pushed back, sending that rod into her g-spot. That spark of pleasure shot back into her mind, driving Ann to pull back and once more bury herself deep with the soft, supple flesh of her husband. Time and time again, the thought of 'if only he had asked and pushed' floated through her mind before she blinked as she looked down at the clawed hands buried in the hips of her husband.

Not only had her fingernails shifted, pressing into dangerous black claws, but the pale skin into which they had dug had started to change, ever so slightly.

Bright red flesh greeted her as she looked at the digits she had buried in the supple ass of her husband.

The thoughts of confusion and concern barely managed to slide across her mind before they vanished, need and virility taking their place. With scarcely a thought, the new demand for pleasure and penetration filled her mind before she slammed her hips forward.

Cole nearly jackknifed back in ecstasy, the slap of the golden idol against his pleasure nut indescribable and impossible to be denied.

The sight of her husband almost bending in half as she slammed her hips forward, pleasure cascading through her as she realized that the feelings she was savoring were not merely the result of the "staff" hitting her most private bits, but something more significant. But it did absolutely nothing to dissuade her from continuing to bury that golden staff deep within her husband. And as she did so, she didn't see the sight of that golden shaft merging with her wet, begging cunt or the soft, black fuzz spreading from her most intimate lips as it did so.

Cole was beside himself in pleasure as the feeling of a literally rock hard cock within his ass made itself known again and again against his prostate. But the feeling of sharp points of pressure pressing into his skin slowly filtered into his mind as he could feel a pleasurable warmth spreading through him, the heat coming from that golden shaft that was so adroitly plumbing his depths as a shock of pleasure ran so deeply into him that without a thought he buried his teeth into that perky ass whose depths his tongue was plumbing.

Tim's back arched as Cole's teeth buried themselves into his ass, his tongue hanging free and inhumanly long as he was eaten out for the first time. Each panting breath was filled with need and pleasure, his cock rock hard as it bounced beneath him. The feeling of that nubile tongue sliding around his asshole, while brand new, was exquisite. It was almost as if his asshole was wired directly with his hard, drooling cock, every lick of that tongue coaxing another drop of pre from the drooling tip.

Anne groaned as she hilted deep inside the asshole of her husband. They had been a nice and vanilla couple. She had barely ever even thought to want to ride him, nevermind entertained the myriad thoughts that flittered through her head as she imagined the clench of that tight ass around the shaft that currently pressed from betwixt her thighs. Thought of him tied down. Of forced onto his knees and worshipping the throbbing crimson meat between her black-furred legs. Of being pressed to the mattress as she hammered him into it, a possessive growl echoing from her throat.

Her mind shuddered to a stop, even the pleasure currently flooding her not enough to suppress the confusion from those thoughts.

"Hush, my child." The soft voice of the Jackal god again played into her ears, her confusion apparent within her mind before he spoke up once more. "Did you think that being my chosen was an idle boast, my child?" He asked, mirthfully. "You will be my avatar, nay. You shall be me. And I shall be you. Just look at my staff."

The thoughts flew through her head as her eyes darted downwards at the almost throbbing, golden shaft between her legs. But it wasn't the hidden, ephemeral motions of the golden idol that caught her attention, but the inky, black fur that had made it's way to her thighs. The fuzz looked short and neat, but even before her eyes, she could see it growing further. Black fur started to push free farther and farther down her thighs, covering the skin as it darkened to its own shade of matte black.

"Wait, what do you mean?" The jackal god could feel the fear inside her mind, the questioning fear of her obliteration and replacement a powerful, coursing current through her mind.

"Hush, my child." His soft voice caressed her ears, calming the waves of fear and concern that poured across her. "You will not be destroyed. You shall be blessed and embraced. You and I shall become we, not merely me." The voice echoed through her mind, silent to the other two lust addled males that were beneath him. "I don't wish to force you, my child. But give me your assent, and I shall give you the gift of godhood as long as you will embrace me, just as you did for all these years of service."

Anne's mind churned, wondering just how honest and trustworthy this jackal god was, but in the end, whether it was her logic or instincts answering the question, there was only one solution.

She pulled her hips back slowly, out of the ass of her husband until just the tip lay within that clenching hole. Thick, crimson blood trickled from where her claws had dug into his flesh as she licked her lips.

"Beg your god for pleasure, children." The voice coming from her mouth was hers. But then it wasn't. There was something different, a commanding tone that had not been there mere moments before. "Anubis may be pleased with your obedience, but I am not sure if either of you is truly worthy of my gift."

Mere moments after the voice spoke through her, Anne slammed her hips forward, the golden sheen of the idol dying as it fell to a flesh-colored pink. She could feel her fingers burying themselves in Cole's hips, the sight of the thick, black claws that had sprouted from the manicured fingernails at the tips of each finger catching her attention, but not being anything more than passing recognition. The thought of power and control that were flowing through her mind, increasingly important and enticing, were much more prominent in her vision than anything in the real world.

Her eyes shot open as for a fleeting second she swore that she felt the clench of Cole's ass on the golden shaft that she had shoved so deep into her husband's ass, and that she was slowly, teasingly pulling free of his clenching asshole, before slamming deep within once more. The fullness of the staff still reached her mind, but she could have sworn that she was starting to feel the clenches of her husband's asshole as she watched that golden shaft pulling back, just short of freeing itself. Every squeeze and contortion of that muscular ring was obvious to her eyes, and she simply wrote off the impossible condition of feeling each and every movement of that muscle to nothing more than imagination.

"You feel it, can't you?" The voice spoke within her mind as the sounds of the room seemed clearer and more apparent. None of the three in the room noticed the short, soft fur starting to spring forth around her ears, the tips darkening and beginning to point before they seemed to start to twitch.

"What?"

"Huh?" Came Tim's response.

"Hush, child. They can't hear what I'm telling you." The voice that had long identified itself as Anubis to her spoke into her. "Just think, don't speak as I give you my gift." She started to pull together a response, but before she could, she heard, or maybe instead felt, the voice chuckle before she felt her hips press forward once more.

At that rough thrust, the feeling of her husband's tight tunnel was unmistakable. She felt it as he clenched and shuddered around that golden shaft. It had to be a phantom. But as she tried to pull it completely free of his ass, she felt it halt, almost as if the very tip was trapped.

"Make him your bitch."

The voice whispered in her ear before she felt her hips press forward again, running hard and fast into his ass. She had no control over that thrust, but as the pleasure assailed her mind and flooded her nerves she pulled back and slammed herself back, deep into her husband's ass.

She saw her husband's back arch once more at the deep thrust, that golden fetish slamming just where it had to give him the maximum pleasure possible, pleasure pulsing through his body as he felt the shaft burying itself so deep that he almost couldn't tell where he began, and it ended. As Anne pulled back, he could almost swear that the shaft was pulling him back as well.

With each thrust, the crimson that had first merely covered his ass slowly pulsed across Cole's body. Every thrust sent another inch of the smooth crimson across him, the surface of his body glistening in the sun as he busied himself with the ass of his financier. Need and lust flooded his form as he did so, a sense of pleasure slipping down him as he buried his tongue in the ass of the man in front of him, the feel of that wrinkled skin shooting almost directly toward his shrinking cock as each thrust of the staff into his ass sent another shock of pleasure into him, drawing another drop of cloudy pre from the tip of his rock hard cock.

But with every thrust, a salty, masculine taste made itself known in the back of his throat, just enough that he could taste it, but not enough that he even wanted to try and cough it up.

"This is what it feels like?" Tim cried as his rock hard cock dripped onto the concrete floor, any thought of propriety or normality destroyed and replaced by the need for sex and pleasure. "It..."

"You're being gifted the pleasure of serving your god, mortal." Anne was shocked for mere milliseconds as the words escaped from her mouth, but it didn't take long for the voice to make itself well known inside her head, or rather to remind her of her new gift.

She smiled before she spoke once more, entirely of her own will, barely even recognizing the deeper voice echoing from between her lips, sounding more and more like that of the god that had been whispering in all of their ears. But even as twitching ears registered the change, the sight of the darkening nose pressing from her face took precedence as the scent of lust started to play across her mind, making itself well known.

"Perhaps you will earn your place amongst my chosen, my child." The deep voice emanating from her lips echoed against the walls, dripping power and confidence. At first, she couldn't believe it was hers, but only a moment or later, that opposition dissipated and vanished. "Or perhaps you will take your place amongst the servants of my chosen." She punctuated the statements with a thrust of her hips, burying that staff deep into Cole's ass and sending him face-first into Tim's ass. "Your status will be my choice, my child."

The voice had, at first, been a complete disconnect from her, but second by second, minute by minute, it had pushed itself to the forefront of her mind, and she had embraced it.

Cole couldn't believe the first time that that golden shaft had throbbed within him, but with each moment another pulse and throbbing sensation thrust itself through his mind, just as it did for hers, although the thrusts were not only through his mind, but also his ass as pleasure shot through him with each thrust and made his cock drip.

But, unbeknownst to him, every thrust also shrank that fleshy cylinder. Every drop was like it fell from a balloon, sending another millimeter from the throbbing flesh into the null void.

But truly, it wasn't into the null. With every thrust, Cole's flesh darkened into an authoritative crimson, the sight of which was almost guaranteed to grab the attention of anyone around as it throbbed against inky black fur. Anne groaned, a grin tracing her lips as she saw the change in her husband's skin and the sight of black fuzz starting to spread across her own body, making it obvious just what was happening.

"You see what you are becoming, my child. What gift I am giving you." The voice speaking inside her mind was growing more familiar each time it spoke. "You and your husband shall be the vessel of my rebirth."

Anne could only smile as she saw the fuzz not only starting to spread across her body, but her body to actually grow larger as it passed over her darkening skin. Thick, chiseled muscle pressed out beneath her flesh, her clawed fingertips not only finished darkening to the dangerously sharp, black talons that would adorn her for the rest of her existence, but they were digging deep into the flesh of her husband, that crimson stain seeping from their pointed resting places and spreading across his body. But everything felt off.

Looking out at the room, she realized that she was looking at everything from a new, higher angle. Not only was her body growing heavier and more muscular, but she was taller and just generally larger. Her jaw slackened just a bit, her thrusts slowing as she processed this, guessing that she was seeing from half a foot higher. The realization was electrifying, sending her hips pistoning forward yet again. As they slapped against Cole's fleshy ass, Anne was shocked at what she felt.

She could feel the rhythmic clenching that she was watching from her new, dominating position, and the smirking grin that spread across her face revealed two longer canines in her jaw.

"Ah, so it's finally sinking in, isn't it?" The voice gloated in her ear, proud and domineering as she hurriedly denied the conclusions that her mind was coming up with. "I wasn't being figurative about my rebirth. This is the greatest gift you could ever receive."

She felt the first sensation of pleasurable pressure emanating from behind her groin as the voice, no, as the spirit of Anubis confirmed the thoughts swirling within her mind. Memories of power, of worship, of centuries along the Nile, pressed to the forefront of her mind almost as if she was living a life all over again. The millennia flowed by in seconds, from the first birth of the cult of the jackal, to his supremacy in Egypt for centuries, to the revolt of Atep and the massacres of his followers, and to the years of impotent overwatch. But the followers of Anubis had persisted. The tales of his benevolence, mercy, and power were passed down and remained alive throughout the ages, keeping him attached to the world by the finest of threads. But the discovery of the holy relics, the trio of amulets that were now around all of their necks, had given him the power to inject himself into the world.

To offer Anne the most incredible opportunity.

"I give myself to you, my god."

Anubis' chuckle echoed through her mind, quickly being assimilated by her thoughts as to become her own. "I don't wish to destroy you, my child. You shall always be part of me and I of you." The voice stopped for just a moment, a grin apparent in his, no, their voice. "I grant you my name, my voice, and my form. I grant you my power and beseech you to accept me within you."

Anne didn't even stop to think for a moment before she mentally opened her mind to that of Anubis. "Let us become one, my lord. We shall return to our rightful spot."

An almost evil smirk played across the face of the newly reborn Anubis. The pair of growing paws clamped down on the prostrate form of his former husband, one digging into the crimson flesh as the other pressed his head deeper into the greedy crack of the unscrupulous financier.

Tim moaned in pleasure as he felt the hot, wet tongue drilling against his wrinkled pucker, the muscled ring winking at Cole as he busied himself to the needs and thoughts running through his mind.

"There we go, Cole." A deep voice, identical to the one that had come from Anne's mouth minutes before echoed through his head.

'Huh?' He tried to speak, but his mouth felt odd, almost as if it was locked open, and his efforts resulted merely in eliciting another muffled moan from Tim as heat streamed across his asshole. His mind fought, trying to move, but he was frozen to the spot, both by the constant need to please the ass in front of him, but also by the pulsating pressure against his prostate, the pleasure making him drool.

"Don't try and move, Collie."

A sense of confusion flooded through Cole at the sound of that pet name, spoken in such a deep, masculine voice. The only person that had ever called him that definitely wasn't a man.

The voice chuckled in his head at the thought. "Keep getting our child ready, my love. We did it."

"Anne?"

"Anne-ubis, more like." The voice chuckled at his own joke as he spoke with Anne's mouth, no longer speaking just to his husband. "We have given rebirth to a god, and he has seen fit to remake us not only into his image but also into his avatar. "It has been millennia since my followers walked the earth, and even more since my true children have. But with the new world, I will return to my rightful place."

Spurt after spurt of creamy seed marred the concrete floor beneath Cole's body as pleasure assaulted his senses, overwhelming any conscious thought.

"Not only has our god chosen me to gain his true form, but he has given you your own gift." The voice had an echo to it, not truly malice or snobbery, but something like it as that golden rod pulled back before abruptly stopping after a half dozen pleasure dripping inches. "A god needs a scepter, and you will be mine."

The words flowed through Cole's mind as pleasure assaulted him as that vast emptiness was quickly refilled by the golden idol as Anubis' hips powered forward again. Thick thighs coated in glossy black fur ground against Cole's ass, sending shudders of pleasure as they rubbed against the increasingly sensitive crimson flesh that was quickly covering his body as he felt the most peculiar sensation. After innumerable eruptions of pleasure and growth of the pool of cream-colored spooge beneath him, Cole lost track of his cock.

But as the new Anubis leaned over, demonstrating inhuman flexibility, his lengthening tongue ran along the entire length of Cole's shrinking back and sent shudders of pure pleasure through both of the two and cementing just what was happening inside Cole's mind.

"My former humanity was missing one of the things that I needed." The grin in the voice was palpable as it spoke into Cole's mind. "You will become part of my body and be one of the instruments of my conquest of this world."

Cole felt his body spasm in pleasure, a salty taste flooding his mouth as he felt himself grow smaller once more before it spat from him, drawing a gasp from the financier and a sensation of shock from Cole before he felt his face pressed deeper into that crack.

Anubis' hips pressed forward as thick, sleek fur coated his changing body. Pudgy, middle-aged flab was swallowed up and replaced with muscle in the peak of its prime as the fur-covered his growing body. Inch after inch had pressed itself onto him, sending him from the fives to over seven-foot. Jeans shredded themselves as muscles and fur pressed against them, rapidly tanking up any and all free space and then expanding past it.

Cole grunted as another spurt of bitter, salty seed passed across his taste buds as he felt his legs drawing up into him, just as his balls and cock had. The pleasure was overwhelming as he felt his face grinding against the cleft of the financier's ass, his lips rubbing against his virgin asshole, his mind begging to gnaw on the prime flesh but having to be content to merely drool across the flesh as he felt his neck shifting, sending his face into alignment with the rest of his body.

Anubis smiled as he saw the last remnants of the heavy tits of his former, weak humanity quickly and confidently subsumed by the growing masculine form that he embraced with open arms. His clawed paw nearly wrapped around Cole's body now, his control and ownership of the man she had vowed to serve and honor as his wife in a mere ceremony years ago nearly total. Today, the two were becoming one in ways that they could never have expected.

The feeling of pawpads pressing into his flesh sent shudders of pleasure through Cole's body as he felt like his legs were almost running. It wasn't quite an endorphin high, but it was close as the pressure and exertion of his legs met his mind as he realized that he could feel them move as Anubis' hips swayed and moved, grinding his face against that clenching asshole.

Those growing testicles bounced and jostled in the new jackal god's black-furred sack, hot, transformative seed churning within as those hips ground and swayed.

Anubis smiled as one paw moved to the sack that had dropped from his groin, rubbing and caressing the swaying orbs, giving them the attention they needed as soft, velvety fuzz coated them and sending further shocks of pleasure through his cock.

"You are a little slut, Cole." The jackal god's voice echoed in the mind as he felt the need and pleasure that was flooding his new cock start to make its way to his own mind. Much as he hated to admit it he had always been a little distant and reluctant to let his husband his pleasure when the pair were husband and wife, but now, with the mind of a god and eternal hormones of a teenage male he wasn't going to let his husband not experience pleasure.

'Hell,' He thought, 'That poor bastard's gonna be leaking for eternity.'

The jackal's chuckle echoed through Cole's mind, just far back enough that it didn't overpower what he was actively thinking but more than making itself known. But it wouldn't have mattered either way. Cole felt himself grow even more aroused and even more thick, semen-laden precum to drool from his mouth.

Anubis grinned impossibly wide as he felt the pleasure filling Cole's body reach his own mind and drive even more need and pleasure down to him.

"You're gonna be a perfect cock, Cole," The jackal laughed as he felt that red, pointed shaft throb in pleasure as he was called that. "And I see you like. Wonder how you like this?"

With a quick thrust of his hips, the jackal sent Cole's face, the tip of his cock into that tight muscular ring.

With that quick motion, combined with the landing of two clawed paws on the ass of the bent-over financier and especially the digging in of those claws, that tight hole clenched even more, driving another surge of pleasure through the newly canine cock and its master. Anubis grinned as he kept the pressure up with his hips. "You served your god, mortal." He smiled as he saw his nose start to once again press forward, growing wet and dark as soft, black fuzz coated fur erupted from darkening skin. As he felt his jaw press forward, finishing his formerly deformed muzzle, new dentition pushed free. Evil looking canines pressed free from his gums, his formerly human teeth landing in a puddle of blood on the floor as he spat the worthless trinkets out as the incisors and canines needed to rend flesh from bone pressed from his gums, filling his growing muzzle almost quicker than it could grow longer.

As two deadly sharp canines pressed free from his gums and slid across blackening gums and fur to permanently free themselves from his maw, that throbbing shaft bottomed out, growing more and more insistent that it be allowed to perform its duty, pleasure nearly overpowering Cole's mind as the throbbing cock was buried inside that tight, clenching asshole.

Claws dug deep into flesh, drawing crimson blood from the wound as that cock throbbed as deep as it could be shoved within the asshole of the human acolyte. The jackal god huffed in pleasure before pulling back, eliciting a whimper of loss from the human at the sensation of emptiness that quickly encompassed his whole mindset.

But before he could do more than whimper and that impulse could reach Cole's mind, that cock was thrust hard and fast right back into that tight, clenching hole. Need and lust coated the mind of all three as the pace of the new canine grew faster and faster, a thick bulge slapping hard and fast against Tim's asshole and demanding entrance.

The human almost doubled over in surprise at the feeling of both fullness and pleasure that stampeded through him as Cole felt his face pressed forward hard, splitting the ass that he had been ministering to easily. A moan of pleasure escaped Tim's mouth as a shock of pleasure thundered down Cole's spine and quickly up that of the jackal to whom he was permanently attached.

Thrust after thrust followed as a pair of fuzzy, triangular ears tipped the head of the midnight furred canid, taking their final position as his skull finished its shift. Clawed pawtips buried themselves into supple assflesh as Cole was repeatedly hammered in and out of the tight space. Every sense was corrupted, recognizing nothing but the taste or smell or feel of another male wrapped around his body. But the pleasure from every taste, from every pseudobreath, and every clench of those powerful muscles flooded him, making sure that there was no thought left inside his head other than to be buried deep into a willing ass.

The newly reborn Anubis' hips hammered into the financier's ass, not a care in the world given to the sound that the raucous coupling was creating. A throbbing protrusion had made itself known at the hips of the former human, the throbbing growth bouncing off the tight, clenched asshole of the financier as he clenched, the muscular ring trying to keep any intruder away from it.

The throbbing, barely inflated knot slapped into that hot ass, the hard, fast pistoning of the jackal frothing up the raunchy mixture of spit and precum that coated the skin around the winking ring of puckered flesh. That mix served well to coat and lubricate the entry of the brand new shaft into that tightness, and each and every time that crimson spire bottomed out, that pre-knot either bounced against the human's asshole, sending the jackals claws deeper into his pink flesh, or slipped inside for mere moments before popping out as Anubis failed to slow himself enough to keep the knot buried inside and to let it grow to lock his cock deep within the human, ready to seed him and twist his body to his preference.

Tim groaned as that shaft buggered his ass, randomly burying itself all the way inside him, and at other times bouncing off his ass, although not before the tip of that drooling rod slapped against or skidded by his prostate, sending another shudder of pleasure down his body and making his asshole clench even tighter around the formerly human cock.

Cole was in a world of pleasure as he was buried deep into the human's ass. Not only was the taste of his master's seed potent and prevalent across his tongue, but the taste of male had quickly grown on him, as had the feeling of pleasure from being squeezed tightly by an asshole as his master buried him deep into a bitch. He couldn't think of anywhere that he would rather be.

The shift from thinking of Anubis as his former wife to his master went without noticing in Cole's mind. He could still feel every moment of pleasure as he was used hard and fast, and the pleasure of dominance and power trickled down from the jackal's mind into the instincts of his throbbing cock as it drooled hot, potent precum into the virgin ass of what was to become their first acolyte.

Power and strength were only growing and rooting themselves deeper into the psyche of the reborn black-furred god. Long dormant magics once again crackled through his blood, the thought that she...no, he not only was much more powerful and intimidating than the frail human female had been, but he was a god. The living embodiment of power and majesty. Something he would have never, even in his wildest dreams expected to have even the opportunity to meet, let alone becoming him.

As claws dug deeply into the pink flesh of the worshipper bent over before him, Anubis could feel the thoughts and desires of that mortal mind, fanged lips broke into a grin not only at the dirty depravity that he saw within them, but the thoughts of power and lust that he thought was his. There was more than a passing feeling of jealousy and anger at the fact that he had been passed over by the spirit of the god that tickled the black jackal's fancy. A strange sensation tickling at the edges of his mind was slowly making itself known, his tongue sliding alongside the sharp fang that hung from his new muzzle as he slammed his hips forward, forcing the financier to the floor as his paws held his ass up, even if just the knot lodged inside that tight ring of muscle would have been more than enough.

As soon as he felt himself buried inside the tight, clenching ass that he had been slipping in and out of for the past few minutes, Cole found himself stop drooling a stream of hot, pungent pre as his mind completely locked up. Pure pleasure coursed through his crimson body as he felt what had been his hips forced through that tight, resistant hole before being trapped inside the tight, musk-filled tunnel that clenched and squeezed around his body.

The only way his mind could describe the mediocre thoughts and sensations that coursed through him were pleasure and masculinity as he felt his penetrative form hammered back and forth, the knot sending shudders of ecstasy through his shrunken body, almost everything but nerves having disappeared and the pure, practically unadulterated pleasure and pleasurable pain flooding his mind as he was hammered into that tight, virgin ass. Pressure clamped around his body as he felt his form beaten back and forth, in and out of the tight tunnel.

'You like it, don't you?' The voice echoed in his ear as pleasure flooded him before sharp, searing pain and pleasure erupted from his. But even without an answer from the fleshy protrusion, the jackal smiled around the fangs buried in the shoulder of the human in front of him. The shudders of pleasures coursing through his body were more than enough to tell him just how much pleasure was flooding his former husband's mind. The response from the fleshy shaft really could not even be described as one. Merely a flood of ecstasy as Cole's mind was overwhelmed and shut down.

Tim shuddered, a jackal paw locking his mouth shut as Anubis gritted his teeth as, for the first time in millennia, his shaft pulsed with the pressure of hot seed escaping him and pulsing down the thick, throbbing cock that merely minutes before had been his husband.

But that pillar of cockflesh shuddered in pleasure at the feelings coursing through his changed form. The shocks of pleasure reverberated not only through his body but up the spine of his new host. Sleek, black hackles stood all along the jackal's back as feelings of pleasure thundered up it, sensations that he had not felt in millennia, and that his host was experiencing for the first time.

That fanged grin spread across the jackal's maw as his hips continued to roll against that tight, human ass as it milked every possible drop of cum from him.

Tim's mind just plain and simple failed at the first blast of hot, jackal seed flooded his ass, christening him as the first child of the reborn god. Pleasure assaulted every sense. The feeling of that hot fluid burying itself inside him, the thick canine scent of the jackal pinning him to the ground, even the sound of his god's panting in his ears sent different shudders of pleasure down his mind, but the only way to describe the feelings flooding him was that of a symphony of sublime sensations.

The sounds of Tim's moans and the jackal's panting echoed off the walls as the pair came down from the high of the copulation, the jackal's lips curling into a smirk around his fangs as new, darker ideas crept through his mind. Memories of legions of followers kneeling before him on the fertile plains of the Nile floated through his thoughts, but with the growth of the world since he had been sealed away, there were even more excellent opportunities.

"Humans locked me away all those millennia ago. They killed and exterminated my kin." The jackal's deep, voice echoed through his chest and into his acolyte's ear before he grinned darkly, fangs gleaming in the scattered light. "But you have given this world back it's superior power. And I will take what I deserve." His claws dug into his acolyte's thighs as both of them felt his cock pulse, another shot of his potent seed filling that tight ass as Cole showed his own excitement at the thoughts trickling down to the flesh between his legs.

But before he could continue his thoughts, Anubis' ears perked as the soft slap of boots echoed down the concrete steps, growing louder as they grew closer to the basement storerooms. He growled softly as he wiggled his hips, knotted deep into a tight ass and not coming free anytime soon. The cone of the flashlight played off the walls as the guard made his rounds among the piled containers and storage areas.

Reaching his mind out, Anubis felt his way around the guard's own, his grin returning as he realized just how weak these human minds and bodies were. A gentle push made the guard shift his path. But instead of sending him around the pair, he drew him toward them, devious thoughts playing through his mind as the light grew larger and closer.

The short, slightly pudgy guard turned, and his jaw dropped as the flashlight played across the scene in front of him. The naked man in front would have been one thing. Wouldn't be the first drunken couple or idiot he'd run into. But the black-furred...thing behind him was something quite different. And the way it was grinning at him, a dexterous tongue running across thin, black lips was even more unnerving. But a voice called deep to his soul and mind, even without either of the interlopers in front of him moving their lips.

"Come closer, child. Come and gaze upon your god, mortal. I have a great gift for you."

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