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The dead leaves scattered through the parking lot crunch under my paws as I try to quietly make my way toward the darkened theme park. Even though the area seems deserted, I still don't want to take any chances. I pause for a moment to look around, letting my instincts kick in. I scent the wind with my nose, but all I can smell are old leaves and the asphalt of the pavement.

"No one is going to be out here, Seth," says Ansel as he brushes past me. His thick, fox brush of a tail slips around me as the fennec takes the lead.

"You can never be too cautious," I tell him.

He pauses to look back at me. "We could go back to your mom's place and curl up on the couch together, if you wanted."

I know what Ansel is hinting about. He's been out to his parents for a few years now. I'm still not ready to tell my mother. Being away at college now, this usually isn't a problem, but since we're home for Halloween, I wanted to do something special together tonight. My idea was an old B movie at the dollar theater. His idea was a more... hands-on experience.

"When I'm ready, I'll tell her," I say. She is pretty understanding and relaxed for a single mom, but I'm not sure if she's ready to deal with the fact I won't be having any jackal pups of my own. Her divorce seven years ago with dad still bothers her a lot, and I'm their only child.

My fennec shrugs and keeps walking. "It's not like she doesn't know. We've been 'best friends' since high school, and I'm a flaming homo. We hang out all the time. Also, you aren't exactly the height of masculinity yourself."

I just shake my head and hurry up to catch him. "She doesn't know we're dating, Ansel."

"Her catching us naked in bed together would give her a hint."

"Ansel!" I say exasperated.

"What?" says the fox, pausing again to look back at me with a grin. "It saves you that awkward 'I'm gay' conversation."

I walk up to the fox and reach up to scratch under his chin. Ansel is tall for a fennec, but he still only comes up to my shoulder. His big, expressive ears give him a very honest face, along with his deep brown eyes. Ansel's cream colored fur is soft to the touch under my paws. His best asset though--or at least the one on my mind right now--is in the back, under his thick, soft tail.

"Don't worry, when the day comes, I'm going to enjoy telling her how you scream like a bitch when a certain jackal is banging you."

Ansel smiles. "I can see the conversation now between me and your mother. 'Yes Mrs. Atash, I do scream like a bitch when your son bangs me. Yes ma'am, I love your son's cock,'" he says, reaching down to cup my crotch. "I especially like the feel of it under my tail," he says rubbing my sheath through my pants.

For a moment I moan and feel myself getting a little hard, remembering a few choice times. Then, I laugh and swat him away playfully, also remembering that we still have to find a way into the theme park. "You're awful." This is the part of his attitude I just adore. He never takes himself too seriously. "You're just teasing yourself."

"Oh, I don't think so," he says coyly. He turns and resumes walking, making sure to swish that tail in front of me. Before us loom the walls of the abandoned theme park with its circus rides and carnival tents. The Ferris wheel is easy to see over the wall in the night, illuminated by moonlight. Once we reach the gate, Ansel inspects it, but it's locked securely. The gate is fairly tall with smooth bars and peeling paint. I could boost Ansel up over it, but I wouldn't have a way across it myself.

"Let's see," says Ansel. "There has to be a way in. The high school students always have a way in."

"There might be a way in on the backside," I offer helpfully.

"You're always looking for a way in on the 'backside,'" Ansel teases me with a wiggle of his rump and a wave of his tail. It makes my groin itch nicely before he continues. "Nah, high school kids are impatient. There has to be something in the front."

"Maybe", I say. The fennec will get what's coming to him soon enough. I will make sure of that. Ansel moves to one side of the gate and traces a paw across the fence as he slowly walks along. The high wooden fence is painted in bright circus designs and covered with graffiti. He pauses at one point noticing a piece of plywood leaned against the fence. He moves the plywood to reveal where a few boards are missing in the fence.

"Just as I expected," he says smugly.

I walk up next to him and crouch down to peak through the hole. "I'm surprised no one's noticed this and boarded it up."

Ansel doesn't say anything but pushes me through the hole. He quickly follows me through and lets the sheet of plywood fall back against the fence.

I look around. We're behind some tattered carnival tents with trash scattered across the ground.

"Maybe we should have gone back to my mom's house," I say looking around. "It smells musty, and it's covered in trash. Who knows what's living back here?"

"Oh where's your spirit of adventure, Seth?" says the fox with a grin on his muzzle. "Come on, let's look around."

I should have really thought this through before I let Ansel talk me into going to an abandoned carnival. The tents and rides are waiting for children that will never come now. There is a sad emptiness that permeates everything here. If he just wanted to be alone and fool around, the back seat of my car honestly would have been a much better deal. Of course, one of the reasons I love Ansel is that he drags me into stuff like this.

The fox skips off, and I follow him, my hands in my hoodie's pockets.

"I remember coming here as a kid," I say as I follow Ansel. "This place was really fun when it was in business."

Ansel has paused to look at a tent that contains some type of game. All of the little toy guns are missing now, and crass graffiti covers the back wall of the booth.

"My mother never really liked this place," he says looking at the empty shelves where the prizes would be stored. "She didn't like taking me here. When we did come, she never let me play any of the games either. She thought they were all rigged," he says turning away from the booth.

We stroll on in silence through the rows of dilapidated booths. I take his paw in mine, and feel a little warmer as we walk the empty aisles. Some of the booths are missing signs, while others are covered in spray paint. Scattered beams of moonlight illuminate the booths through tears in the tents. It's amazing that the whole place has only been closed for a few years now. It looks like it's been abandoned for a lot longer. The high school kids have really torn it up. I had my first kiss with a boy behind one of these tents back in high school. Now, the city wants to demolish it.

The bumper car ring catches Ansel's attention and he heads over to it, pulling me along. He pauses to examine the ring with its empty cars awaiting riders that will never visit again. I take this opportunity to wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his cheek ruff. "This would have made such a cool date back when it was open."

"Yeah," he says, "but who said it can't be now?" His head turns and he flashes me that mischievous smile of his.

I slip around to his side and kiss him on the muzzle. I'm starting to slide my paws more along his body when he pushes me off. "Oh no, you'll have to work for it."

I flick my ears in mock annoyance.

He grins and steps away from me. Then he reaches out and taps me on the arm. "Tag," he says and takes off running.

Ansel has always been a playful one, so I shouldn't be surprised he likes a good chase. He squirms a lot when I catch him too, but he never says no. And really, the thought of chasing him down to do all sorts of terrible, fun things to him gets me going too. Still, he catches me by surprise when he does things like this, and by the time I take off after him, he's halfway to another set of tents. Before I can get close to him, he ducks inside of an open tent and disappears.

By the time I reach the tent and look inside, he's gone.

#

It's colder and naturally darker inside the tent. I look around for Ansel, but he's nowhere to be found. Even though I have excellent night vision, it's hard to make out much detail inside the tent. The only light comes from the opening where we entered. I swivel my ears to see if I can pick up any clue to where he's gone, but all I can hear is my own panting.

"Real funny foxy," I say to the darkness. He can't have gone far, and there's not another way out of the tent that I can see. There are some chairs scattered around the tent, and a stage to one side. I walk toward the stage, which smells of urine. With some trepidation, I pull back the curtain hanging behind it, expecting Ansel to jump out at me.

Instead, I'm looking at what looks like a changing area with a dressing table, a chair, a locker, and a storage chest. A collection of trash covers the table. I don't know where Ansel is, and the strong urine and musty-fabric smells in the tent are making it hard for me to sniff him out.

"Ansel!" I shout as I walk back toward the center of the tent. No response.

Fine, I think to myself as I pull out my phone and dial his number. He's not the only tricky one. It takes a few seconds, but his phone goes off, coming from near a pile of chairs in a dark corner. I walk over, and I find his phone sitting on top of one of them.

"You clever fox," I mumble as I pick it up and shove it in my pocket. I'm somewhere between amused and annoyed when out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement. As I turn around, a shape jumps out at me from behind an overturned table.

"Boo!" yells the fox as he leaps out at me. I jump, stumble, and trip over one of the chairs, sending me backwards to the floor.

Ansel laughs and reaches out to help me up.

"That hurt," I say as he pulls me back up. "I'm going to get you for that," I growl playfully as I try to grab onto him, forcing him to back-pedal.

"Hey now..." the fox says in mock fear.

When I lunge for him, he bolts out of the tent. "I was just messing with you, Seth."

I follow Ansel closely this time, and while he tries to change course on me quickly, he can't shake me as he runs down through the aisle of decayed tents and broken carnival rides. It's only when he stops short and I run into him that the chase ends. I almost knock him down with how suddenly he stops.

"What's with the sudden halt?" I ask Ansel as I drape my arms over his shoulders.

"Seth, do you remember the Egyptian exhibit they used to have?"

"Yeah."

"Look," he says pointing to a tent.

The large tent of the Egyptian exhibit is still there with a sign out in front extolling patrons to come in and see the wonders of ancient Egypt. The sign is in good shape. A mummy with obvious canine features menaces passersby on one side of the sign, while on the other side a lioness in regal attire, arms raised, appears poised and ready to welcome visitors.

I can feel my tail wagging a little. The Egyptian pavilion was always my favorite with its themed performances and the curiosities it displayed. There was something about it that just... spoke to me. I used to dream about being a pharaoh as a pup, and what life was like back then.

"I wonder if there's anything left inside," I say starting to head over to the tent. Ansel follows me. The entrance flap for the tent is open. Inside, the air is dusty and stale, but there is no rank smell. Some of the curiosities are missing, but many are still there. There are statues of old Egyptian gods and murals painted with life scenes. In the back of the exhibition hall, there's something I don't even remember seeing. A giant stone sarcophagus sits with the lid ajar. The face carved in the stone is canine, but it's difficult to tell the exact details in the low light.

"I don't remember this," says Ansel as he pauses next to me.

"Neither do I. It must be something they put in just before the park closed." I reach out to touch the stone. It feels strangely warm to my touch.

"There's a plaque here," says Ansel, "but it's too dark to read it."

I pull out my phone, click on the screen, and hold it over the sign.

"The large sarcophagus belongs to Sethos the third, and the smaller one to his concubine. It dates to the period of the New Kingdom." I look up and move the phone around. "I don't see a smaller sarcophagus."

"It's on the other side," says Ansel. Sure enough, another impressive, but slightly smaller sarcophagus is there.

"Weird," I say, putting my phone back in my pocket. "It feels like they used real stone to make these reproductions."

"Really?" says Ansel as he reaches out to touch the big sarcophagus. "That's cool. I wonder what else is still back here."

Next to the sarcophagus, the walkway leads to a different part of the tent. There are flaps covering the opening, so we pull them back. Before us lies the main stage of the Egyptian pavilion where they did the shows. It always was some silly show with lots of dancing. There was a story they used to tell, but for some reason I can't remember it. Something about a young pharaoh that demanded constant amusements I think. All I know is that the male dancers in loincloths were very talented, and watching them used to get me excited. It was one of the first signs I had that I might like other guys.

We walk into the theater. The chairs are still in place, and the circular stage that dominated the room is still there. Moonlight from a rip in the tent's ceiling falls on the back of the stage. There, perfectly displayed in the shaft of moonlight, the pharaoh's throne still sits, flanked by two obelisks. A trick of the light seems to give it an otherworldly glow, and I find myself drawn to it.

We walk down the aisle and climb onto the stage. Ansel's tail wags, and he steps in close to me. I can feel his breath on my ear as his paws reach out to rub my sides.

"I always thought the male performers were hot in their costumes with their furred chests bared," he whispers, almost mirroring my thoughts.

The attention makes me shiver pleasantly, and I ruffle his fur before we both instinctively turn toward the back of the stage. The throne seems to be waiting quietly for us. I don't know why, but something about it feels like it's calling to me. Ansel must feel it to, as he walks over to it, and I follow him.

The throne is covered in hieroglyphics. It appears to be a wooden chair covered in gilded sheet metal. During the show, a performer dressed as a pharaoh would oversee the acrobats from the throne as they entertained him and his audience. I lean down next to it and gently touch it. The fur on the back of my hand stands on edge, and for just a brief moment, I imagine myself sitting there, commanding beautiful male performers to dance and cavort for my amusement.

"Well," Ansel asks me, breaking my thoughts and almost reading my mind as his tail wags, "are you going to sit on it?"

I look back at Ansel. He has an unusual, funny expression on his face. The look makes me think a few mischievous thoughts and I grin at him. "Should I?"

He shrugs, running a finger gently along an armrest of the throne. "I've been leading you on all night, why shouldn't I finally deliver." That paw drifts up to stroke my chest, his tongue sticks out, and he licks his lips. I can tell the sexually charged part of Ansel's brain has taken over. The fennec wants me to sit on the throne so he can service me as the culmination of our little date tonight. I can feel myself already getting hard at the thought of sitting there and being served.

"If it pleases his majesty, I would be happy to offer my services," Ansel giggles, leaning in to lick my cheek.

The image of a jackal pharaoh getting a blow job on his throne by his loyal fennec comes to my mind. I'm sure it's the same image in Ansel's mind, and I can almost feel his tongue on my shaft already. Yet somehow I'm still a little nervous.

"I'm not dressed for the part." I say to the fox. "I didn't know I was going to need a costume for this Halloween."

Ansel takes one of my hands in his and stands on his tiptoes to kiss me. "Use your imagination."

I smirk. "Very well, you may service your lord." I turn and sit on the throne. I feel very regal sitting in it, but my baggy pants and hoodie aren't the right dress for this. So I do like Ansel says and use my imagination, getting into the mood, imagining myself dressed as a pharaoh. Then a thought occurs to me, and I decide it's my turn to tease him and make him earn it. "But first you must dance for me and prove to me you're worthy to pleasure me..."

Ansel giggles. "Oh really?" he says and gives me a playful wink.

I cross my arms and continue with the role play. "Do you dare disappoint your pharaoh?" I say with a serious tone in my voice.

Ansel laughs first and then he dips his head in a bow and says, "No 'my lord.' As you command." I can see this amuses him greatly from the curve of his smile in the corner of his mouth. I sit back on the chair and wait to see what he does.

He steps back in front of me, and reaches down, and in one fluid motion pulls off his shirt and tosses it next to the throne. I smirk as he turns around, his gorgeous tail wagging at me as he unbuckles his pants. Slowly he drops them, revealing his nice plump rump. I feel my cock twitch, and I regret immediately I hadn't thought of bringing lube here for us.

He starts out dancing slowly, his movements gentle, but seductive... I imagine the sound of a lute playing to accompany him. The music in my mind matches Ansel's slow graceful movements. He steps forward with his arms outstretched and then pulls them back to himself. He steps to the side, turning, letting his tail swish out as it sweeps through the air.

When the flute and drums kick in, Ansel's ears flick, and he starts to move with more urgency. It's as if he can hear the music in my head. He starts to shift his hips to the rhythm, and when he spins around again, his tail brushes my legs. He stays turned around and scoots backward, so I can admire his shifting rump and tail. My breath catches then, and I want to reach out to touch him and pull him to myself, but that isn't right for a pharaoh to do. Instead I keep watching him, my hunger for him only growing.

Finally, the music slows down as the song comes to an end, and his movements become slower. As the music fades out, he turns around lightly panting in the cool night air.

"Did that please my lord?" he asks me.

"It does greatly," I say with a rumble in chest. "Come closer," I say gesturing down toward my aching cock.

Ansel steps forward and kneels down in front of me and starts to loosen my belt.

"Very good servant. Now show me how much you love your lord's cock."

Ansel just giggles and pulls my underwear down, exposing my hardening sheath. His tail wags as he starts to nuzzle my shaft.

I lean back, and close my eyes, sinking back against the throne. This feels strange yet very exciting. We could have just had sex in the back of my car in a parking lot. Instead, Ansel has me trespassing on abandoned property, sitting here like a king, and I am loving his special treatment of me.

The throne isn't very comfortable, but there is something hot about having my fox between my legs licking at my manhood. I open my eyes, and watch as Ansel bobs up and down on my shaft. I can almost imagine what he'd look like if he was dressed in regal Egyptian jewelry. A pair of beautiful gold bracelets inlaid with gems adorn his wrists. A heavy necklace of gold inlaid with carnelian, turquoise, and lapis lazuli hangs around his neck. Thin gold bands are wrapped around his upper arms. His loin cloth lays discarded, about where his clothes actually are now. Anklets inlaid with more gems finishes off the ensemble.

I shift my weight, as Ansel starts to pick up the pace. Of course I would be similarly attired with an even more eloquent necklace. An Egyptian headdress would rest on my head to confirm my rank as pharaoh. I can almost feel its weight there as my eyes close again, and I just focus on the feeling of my fox serving me.

My fur prickles as the wonderful vulpine proceeds to suckle on my tip and cup my balls. I moan in a most unregal way and let him have me as he wishes. My whole body tenses as I grow harder in his muzzle, hearing him moan around me.

"Yes," I murmur in a throaty growl. My paw is drawn to his head, petting him and almost holding him down there.

Ansel wraps his arms around my legs and pulls me down the throne some, eagerly sucking and pulling at me for what he wants. I can feel my whole body jolt. The fox is very persistent, and I love that about him. My muscles burn with the tension, and I feel my tail thump against the back of the chair.

As I thrust into the fennec, I can feel energy coursing through my entire being. The power of my need is fed not just by my desires, but by something else. I let myself go and ride the whole thing, feeling my hips thrust up into Ansel's muzzle, driving my tip towards his throat. I can feel the orgasm welling up inside for release. With a groan my body bucks up, and I cum into Ansel's eager, waiting mouth. I can feel him swallowing hungrily, greedy for my continuing climax as I spurt onto his tongue. He's always loved it, but as I finish in his mouth, he seems even more needy than usual to swallow every drop.

I fall back on the throne spent. My chest heaves. This has been the most intense blow job I've ever had. I look down at Ansel who smiles up at me as he slips off my shaft and licks his muzzle. The fennec before me is beautiful in his gold bracelets and heavy necklace. He is Ansel but not the Ansel I remember. The fox backs away from the throne and I stand up and reach down to pull him up.

"Was that to your liking?" Ansel asks me.

"Yes," I rumble and pull him to me.

He leans against me, his big ears tickle the underside of my muzzle. As our very real jewelry clinks against each other, we look around a moment.

"What have we done?" Ansel asks quietly, shivering a little.

I look at him and I look at myself. I am naked just like the fox now. The awareness and realization that the vision I had was more than a vision starts to dawn on me.

"I don't know," I say, my voice trembling. The tent we're in is different now. It's much smaller and the floor is sand. I can hear noises outside. I just hold him, unsure of what to do. I feel different, and yet I'm still myself. I want to look around for our regular clothes, but I know instinctively they're not here. I didn't take mine off anyway.

The tent flap opens and in strides a hyena in a plain loincloth and simple jewelry. He bows at me and Ansel.

"Your Majesty," he says. It's a different language, yet somehow I understand him.

Two guards stand by the tent entrance holding it open. Outside, I can see blinding light.

Strangely, I recognize him. He's the same performer who used to be the pharaoh in the carnival show.

He looks over Ansel and me. He nods to himself, and then he bows again. "Lord Sethos, if you and your concubine are ready, we must return to the palace."

Ansel and I exchange glances. He's as confused as I am.

"I..." I start to say but don't finish. Words fail me at this point.

"Keku, Your Majesty. My name is Keku."

"Where are we?" I ask him, surprised that I'm speaking his strange language.

"With your honor guard returning to the palace for your official coronation."

"And who are you?"

"Your adviser. Do you not remember me?" says the hyena. He smiles after he says it, and I can tell this answer amuses him greatly.

Ansel squeezes my hand. "A moment more of privacy, Keku," I say.

The hyena bows. "I will be just outside Your Majesty."

I watch him go outside and then turn to Ansel.

"I don't understand," says Ansel. It's the first time his adventurous spirit has given way to real nervousness.

"Neither do I."

I look around the tent. It's empty except for the throne. There is no trace of our clothes or the stage on which the throne sat. I close my eyes and just hold Ansel, trying to think of what to do next.

#

Outside the tent, the sun is bright. To my surprise no one blushes or whispers as Ansel and I emerge from the tent wearing only jewelry. Keku is waiting for us and leads us through a small camp of soldiers toward a waiting chariot. I hold onto Ansel as we walk, the men nearby bowing to us as we proceed through their ranks. I feel exposed, but I'm too afraid to cover myself. Keku boards the chariot and takes the reigns. When he beckons, we climb on board, trying to look like we belong.

With a crack of the whip, the chariot is off through the desert. I intertwine my hand with Ansel's hand, holding him tight.

"I think, we've gotten in over our heads," I whisper to him. Keku flicks an ear, and I can tell he heard me speak.

"Your mother is going to wonder why we're not home," my fox says. He seems just a little out of it still, but he's coming around.

Keku keeps his eyes on the road. The chariot is a rough ride, and I have to struggle to keep my balance and hang onto Ansel. I can see a rich and fertile strip of green land flanking a river in the distance, and we seem to be headed toward it.

"One more question, Keku, how did we get here?"

The hyena laughs then and his lips curl up showing his fangs as he smirks. "Your Majesty and his concubine had business to attend to."

"And?" I ask pressing him.

Keku just shrugs and keeps driving the chariot. "I can only tell you what has happened My Lord, not what will happen."

I look at Ansel, and sigh. I don't know what will happen to us now, but I think we're trapped here.

"If you could actually have gotten it back up," he whispers, "another blowjob on the throne might have reversed the spell."

"I doubt that," I whisper back. I am usually able to perform again soon, but I could tell no amount of poking and prodding was going to get me hard again before Keku came back for us. The sudden surge of panic had killed all hope of that. Still, maybe Ansel is right.

"Keku, about the throne," I say.

"Ahh, do not worry My Lord. The men will bring it along shortly. If your concubine wishes to service you again while you are seated on it, he can do so tonight," he says without looking back at us.

We both blush then as we turn to stare at each other. I feel like he's playing with us, and I can tell Ansel is thinking the same thing.

"I have also taken the liberty of procuring the finest oils for your passions, if you wish for something more carnal My Lord. I know you and your concubine partake in each other frequently," he adds with just a bit of lust in his voice.

I cough and squeeze Ansel's hand. "Umm... thank you, Keku."

"It is no trouble Your Majesty. I want to make your adjustment to your new life as comfortable as possible."

We are all silent for a while then. Keku drives the chariot, and we do our best to hold on as it bumps across the desert. Finally, Ansel speaks us.

"Keku, why us?" asks Ansel. "Why bring us here?"

The hyena is quiet for a moment. "The gods have judged you both to have a good heart, and have sent you here. In time My Lords, you will come to see why, but only in time. I can't tell you more right now, except that... when my heart was judged and I was brought here, I was nervous too. And while you may miss certain conveniences of our time, you shall come to find many advantages of your position here."

I clutch Ansel closely, and look out upon the desert and the river that is growing closer. This is our home now. The fox shifts closer to me, and nuzzles up against me wanting to be comforted. I nuzzle back, wrapping myself around him, and sigh. This is so confusing, but with him here, I think we can get through this together.