Died and found an Anubis - CYOA rewritten 4/21

{Rewrote this for the fun. New hotness on top, old and busted CYOA at the bottom. Just look for [the original] }

It was a terrible thing, really. A tragedy that’d made several headlines, even in the papers many miles away. A freak accident involving pineapples, and of course, you.

As your eyes grew heavy and began to close, you could feel your consciousness grow dim; dark. This was the end, no doubt. But you weren’t afraid. You couldn’t explain why.

And finally, your thoughts quieted, and you slipped away.

Which is why you were rather confused when you awoke, lying upon a twilit, grassy field. Shaking your head, you could’ve sworn you died. Yet, here you were.

Here. Where was here, anyways?

Surveying your immediate surroundings, you’re atop some sort of hill that’s covered in withered, brownish grass. To one direction, the sky darkens to an inky black, and the land gives way to total desolation. Twisted, scarred, and so very bleak. Gazing upon it sends a chill down your spine. Conversely, the landscape in the other direction certainly appears lush. The sky is clear and blue, the grass viridian, and in the distance there’s a city. Stranger still is that there’s no sun you can find, but you can still feel some sort of radiant warmth on your skin.

Now on your feet and turning back and forth between the landscapes, you feel something tap your shoulder from behind. Freezing in place, you’re rather hesitant to turn around. It wasn’t but seconds ago that you more or less did a complete survey of your surroundings. Nothing was nearby other than land, grass, and a few trees.

Again you feel something soft and squishy tap on your shoulder, along with an audible ‘Hmph.’

Turning very slowly, as if about to face a vicious beast, you prepare for the worst.

…While she’s… beastly in a way, you’re not too sure about the vicious part.

In front of you stands a deeply tanned woman, with jet black hair, shoulder length hair… and… fur? Long, pointed ears sprout from the top of her head, adorned with a few golden rings pierced through them, and oriented so they’re focused on you along with her golden eyes. Though, on closer inspection it appears that the very tips of her ears flop down slightly, probably due to their impressive size – nearly one head-length tall, by your estimate.

She’s also holding some sort of scale and staff, with… a paw? Where hands should be are large paws, complete with fur that runs up to nearly elbow length. From the way she’s holding the items, the fingers on each paw appear to be double-jointed, at the very least.

Apparently conservative dress isn’t the norm for… whatever she is, seeing as how most of her bronzed skin is bare, save for two wide strips of marble-white cotton trimmed with brilliant yellows and blues that are wrapped around her curvy breasts and hips.

Traveling down her figure, you catch sight of a black, bushy tail that wags behind her, and her legs give way to fur just below the knee, and terminate in bare paw-feet.

She then coughs, obviously in an attempt to get your eyes off her legs.

Turning your gaze back up, you notice for the first time what’s on the scale. Some sort of beating… heart? Watching it beat makes you keenly aware of your own heartbeat as you place a hand over your chest to confirm… and realize you have no heartbeat.

Well, you did die after all. At least one thing is making some kind of sense so far.

On the other side of the scale is a pair of white… panties?

Why are there panties and a heart on a scale?

The woman blinks a few times, the fluttering of her eyelids drawing your attention to her piercing eyes, though they seem more inquisitive than anything else. Then you notice her warm, inviting smile, which somehow makes you feel a little relaxed.

Seeing that you’re completely focused on her now, her smile broadens.

“Good evening!” She says cheerfully. “I am an Anubis - a sort of guide and judge of the dead… and I am here to ask you a few questions.”

What.

She sighs.

“It’s always like this – I’m sure you’re aware that you’ve died, yes? I’m here to weigh your heart. Now then, I’d like to get this going. Are you ready?”

Her words come quickly, leaving you no room to interject. There’s nothing else you can really do, so you reluctantly agree, hoping she’ll explain as she goes.

Nodding, she speaks again. “Have you eaten of the heart?”

That’s… what. You ask her to clarify what she means, but she only continues to smile at you.

Leveling a stare at her, you feel an odd compulsion to answer her. But, the absuridity of the situation kind of leaves you at a loss for words, and your mind wanders some… To the wolf-woman in front of you, particularly. Despite her appearance, you think she’s rather attractive; not so much in the ‘sexy beauty’ way, but more like she’s really quite cute.

Normally you wouldn’t entertain the thoughts that are currently racing through your mind. That is, if you were still alive, anyways. Knowing that you’re dead gives you an odd sense of confidence. What’s there to lose, after all?

Smirking, you tell the woman in front of you that the only heart you want is hers. For added effect, you toss a wink at the end. Full-on charm.

The Anubis’ smile twitches and you catch her biting her lip as her face contorts. She’s obviously attempting to stifle a laugh… but there’s a sparkle in her eyes that makes you think she’s pleased by your flirtations. Makes you wonder how many of those she questions try to hit on her.

But, laughter successfully suppressed, she simply tilts her head and continues to smile at you wordlessly.

Sighing, you tell her again that you have no idea what she’s talking about.

Her expression relaxes some, then her lips bunch up in a corner of her mouth as she thinks. While pondering, you catch her pointy, jackal-like ears wiggle atop her head.

“Then, have you ever acted deceitfully,” she asks.

Isn’t that obvious?

Well, wait, what if it’s some kind of trick question? Opting to think it through a little bit, you find the odd compulsion to answer her again divert your thoughts. This time towards the panties laying upon the scale. It’s almost as if they sing a siren song, demanding that you touch them. What does underworld underwear feel like? A good question, you tell yourself.

Reaching out for them, tempted by the white cotton, the Anubis pulls back out of your reach, wagging a finger at you with the paw that’s wrapped around the staff.

“Come on now, don’t be so grabby. What’s your answer?”

She’s no fun.

Even if it is a trick, you answer as you figure she’ll expects Yes, you say sheepishly while rubbing at the back of your head, you’ve been deceitful – hasn’t everyone?

And, as if adding actions to words, you steal another long glance at her shapely body. Cute face, nice body… seems nice. If only you’d met her while alive.

The Anubis blinks a few times, befuddled by your plaintive response at the same time as your rather lascivious gaze upon her body. Aware of your stare on her body, she fidgets some, her ample hips shaking back and forth slightly, along with continued swishing of her tail. For some reason who wears what amounts to a bikini made of towels, she’s rather self-conscious, isn’t she?

When your eyes return to meet hers, you notice her expression is somewhat changed. She’s still smiling, but she’s certainly a little annoyed. Ogling her probably wasn’t the best course of action.

Nothing is said between the two of you for a moment, so, given that there’s a pause in her questioning, you her ask who she is, and where you are.

Cocking an eyebrow, she clears her throat and declares proudly “As I said before, I am Anubis – though my name is Zahra. I am a Guardian of the Scales. And you – you are in the realm of Duat - the realm of the dead.”

Then, pointing with her eyes and face, she looks towards the bright lands with the city, and then at the dark, scarred earth. “Over there is the land of eternal life, and there is the abyss. Those who enter are devoured, denied everlasting life.”

Before you can ask what exactly Duat, realm of the dead is, or what a Guardian of the Scales is, or anything else, she fires off another question.

“Have you ever judged person rashly or harshly?”

…Another question that seems to have an obvious answer. With a tiny bit of hesitation, you answer that yes, you have judged others rashly. Probably harshly, too.

So far her two questions have been things you’d expect everyone who has ever lived has done. What could be the meaning in asking them?

Zahra closes her eyes, perhaps in consideration of her next question. Again, using the lull in her words, you sneak in your own question. One that came to the surface of your mind as your eyes wandered down her frame yet again. Not like there’s anything else to look at, you tell yourself as an excuse.

Can you touch her tail?

Immediately her eyes snap open, then she narrows one and gives you a sideways stare. It’s soft and fluffy looking, you say.

Chewing on a lip, she turns away slightly. “I… do not ever recall being asked such a thing before. V-very well, if you desire… I could indulge you,” she says, pivoting her hips in a motion that thrusts her rump and tail in your direction. It’s dancing back and forth rather energetically.

Upon touching the tail, you’re slightly disappointed. It’s not quite as soft as you had hoped, but it’s still quite pleasing to the touch despite its wiry texture. While you pet her tail, you notice her eyes are fixed on your face. When your eyes meet, she glances away quickly, then pulls her tail free from your grasp.

“N-now then, do yo-“

You cut her off, much to her annoyance, and ask if that’s your heart on the scale. Zahra is once again taken aback by the randomness of your queries, and she smiles somewhat uneasily. “Yes, it is indeed your heart.”

So, you begin, isn’t she judging you rashly right now?

Your snappy retort to featuring her previous questioning is… not well taken. Her features harden, though you’re not sure if it’s in anger, annoyance, or something else.

“Rashly? Hardly. My duty – my purpose – is to render judgment. I do so fairly and in accordance with divine law,” she says, hints of displeasure creeping into her voice.

Your random actions and questions seem to be confusing her greatly – her emotions are changing nearly as rapidly as your actions. It almost feels like you’re teasing her; it’s kind of fun. The part about the abyss isn’t very comforting, but she doesn’t seem to be getting very upset. Perhaps you can unbalance her some more?

Meeting her gaze in defiance, you notice she’s about to speak again. Cutting her off before she can even say a word, you tell her that her tail was very fluffy, and was very nice to touch. You finish off with a bright smile.

The poor anubis is utterly speechless, her face agape in disbelief at what she’s hearing.

Feeling emboldened by your new-found ability to unsettle Zahra, you decide to bring out the big guns. The best romantic line you can conjure.

You tell her that you know why you do not have a heartbeat – it’s because she’s stolen your heart!

Her mouth continues to hang open in astonishment, one eye narrowed and the other wide open. The scale and staff she’d been holding out in front of her is now are now hanging at her side, though no matter how much she moves around the heart and pantsu stay perfectly positioned.

Amazement at your bold-faced cheek soon gives way to a cracking smile, then a chortle, and then full-on laughter that lasts for what seems like a full minute. All the while her entire body shakes and the scale bounces and clatters about, yet the two items never appear that they’ll fall off.

Finally she calms down, shifting both items to one paw so as to wipe the tears from her eyes with the other. Letting a powerful sigh escape her along with a few more throaty giggles, she resumes holding her scale and staff properly while facing you.

Her tail is beating back and forth furiously, hitting her behind with every swish. “Is there anything else you’d like to ask before I continue my job,” she says, her smile more of a goofy grin now.

Well, she’s certainly in a good mood now. Deciding to press things further, you ask if you can touch her ears. They look soft and fun to touch.

Zahra’s lop-sided grin spreads and broadens, but something devilish glints in her eyes.

“Not yet,” she giggles, then adds softly, “You’re the first person to tell me they wanted to touch my ears and tail.”

You frown, suddenly feeling dejected, but hopeful at the ‘yet’ bit, along with the rest. You’re kind of surprised no one wanted to touch them before you.

“Well then,” she begins, “have you ever been unfaithful?”

The first thing ‘unfaithful’ makes you think of romantic infidelity, but, like everything else so far, there may be more to her question. This if the first time you’ve see an anubis… woman, or this Duat place. Is she talking about her code of law or the pantheon she belongs with?

You ask if she could clarify what she means by unfaithful. There’s too much room for alternative meanings here, you plead.

Her response is instantaneous – “No, the meaning is for you to decide.” Her words are curt, but all the while she’s grinning enough so that her top canines poke out, and she even leans forward a bit, as if daring you to stare at her cleavage. This has to be some kind of trap.

Sure, you tell her, you’ve been unfaithful. You’re sure that at some point in your life you betrayed someone.

The wolfish grin on her face fades into something of a curious expression. “Are you sure?” she asks.

Huh – that’s the first time she’s asked if you’re positive about your answer. What’s her game?

Nervously, you say that yes, you’re sure.

Another glance at the scale reveals that nothing has changed, as far as you can tell.

Zahra nods to herself slightly, drawing herself up to full height. “To whom?” she asks, still grinning as her tail flicks to and fro. You also notice her ears are swiveling energetically, as if she’s very interested in your response.

At least her latest question eliminates some of the variables from her previous inquiry. It’s not about her religion or laws, but rather a person. Not that it helps you come to any specific answer. You’ve never left any women scorned during your tragically short life, and you’ve been loyal to your friends and family. That leaves yourself then, doesn’t it? Is it possible to be unfaithful to yourself?

All the while Zahra simply watches you with a wry grin and wagging tail.

What’s her angle here?

Given her line of questioning seems to be about honesty, maybe it’s more about being honest and true to yourself? Although that seems a bit… abstract, but considering some sort of wolf-girl with your heart on a scale is standing before you in the land of the dead, is it really that much of a stretch?

As you mull the problem over, something dawns on you. It’s a small chance, but it… seems to feel like it’s the answer she’s looking for.

Beginning with a small measure of reservation, you explain that you haven’t been faithful to yourself, or honest with yourself. Like, you’ve been worrying more about what the correct answer is regarding her questions, rather than what may be the more ‘honest’ answer.

The Anubis nods along with your words, then closes her eyes once you finish. For a time there’s nothing, but then, slowly, one golden eye opens, fixated on you. She doesn’t speak a word however, and you take that to mean she expects more from you.

Pondering further on your line of thought, you speculate aloud that maybe it means you’ve been deceitful to yourself as well. Not just here… but yeah, in many things. And you’ve judged yourself harshly when things were looking down or you made mistakes. Really, now that you think about it, were her questions posed specifically in regards to yourself?

As you spoke, the Zahra became increasingly… delighted? Smiling broadly, she approaches you a little closer. “I’m glad you figured it out.”

Well, that’s good. Right?

But, before you can speak anything else, she looks away with her eyes for a moment, a faint blush rising on her bronze cheeks. “Very well, you may go ahead…”

Go ahead with what?

“You wanted to touch them, yes?” She says, her ears swiveling and twitching at the same time.

Oh, right. Yes, you’d love to, you say.

She dips her head forward to make it a little easier for you, and you reach up and scratch one of the long, slender ears. The little fluffy tufts at the base of the ear are quite soft, though her whole ear has sort of a velvety texture to it that makes it quite nice, especially as you run your fingers up and down its length.

Zahra shivers slightly, the ear you’re touching flicking up and down rapidly – especially when you split your fingers into a V and continue to rub it along its length.

Did her leg just thump against the ground?

No longer able to withstand your assault upon her tender ears, she darts back from your grasp. Her skin is positively flushed now, and… yes, she’s breathing a bit heavily, though she’s trying to hide it. She pouts slightly, looking at you. “That… that was far more than simply touching… they’re very… very sensitive…”

So her ears are an erogenous zone, huh? That’s really… cute.

As she recomposes herself, you can’t help but grin at her antics.

Once she’s got herself back together, she stakes her staff into the ground, then holds the scale up from the bottom with both paws. To your surprise, the scale, still in balance, begins to turn hazy, then translucent, and finally winks out of existence, as if by magic. Well. It was magic, you remind yourself. Only, your still-beating heart rests in one of her paws, the panties in the other.

Breathing sharply out of her nose to take your eyes off the white cloth, she then asks of you, “Which of the two do you desire more?”

You wonder if the panties are hers as your eyes drop down to the ribbon of cloth sashed around her hips. A strong wind would most likely lift up that covering, exposing whatever lays hidden underneath.

Tempting.

Turning your attention to the heart – your heart, it’s still beating as ever. Somehow.

You’d kind of like it back, but what exactly would that mean, you ask. Would you be reborn or return to life or something?

Zahra just shakes her head. “Sorry, but I’m not allowed to say.”

That’s great. Really great. Still in the dark.

Glancing back and forth, you’re unable to decipher the meaning behind the two… especially the panties. Heart. Panties. Heart. Panties.

If you still had a heartbeat it’d be racing.

At some point your eyes wander up to the Anubis holding both of them. She’s smiling gently, patiently waiting for your answer.

Regarding her, your thoughts diverge from the decision before you towards the raven-haired woman. In the rather short time you’ve been with her, she’s managed to come off as rather adorable and charming. Childish and easily flustered, yet she seems to know what she needs to do and how to handle her duties.

Why couldn’t you have met someone like her back when you were alive, you lament again. Despite the ears, tail, and paws… or maybe because of them, there’s something about her that’s irresistible.

Begrudgingly, you push those notions aside and focus on the immediate here. Still unable to decide, you ask if you can hold both the items. Maybe to feel their weight or something.

Zahra eyes you suspiciously, but agrees, approaching you and then dropping both the heart and underwear into your hands.

Surprisingly, they both float weightlessly just above your hands. Knitting your brow in confusion, you turn up to look at her. Reading you, or perhaps she just knew in advance, she answers your unspoken question.

“Yes, it is because you’re unable to judge your own heart.”

Figures.

Though both items are suspended just above the surface of your hands, you can still manipulate each as if you were holding them ‘normally,’ you discover as the panties crumple and shift.

Unfortunately you’re still nowhere close to being able to make a choice. So in true-to-yourself fashion, you make a compromise. A stroke of ingenuity crosses your mind, and you place the panties on the beating heart.

Snickering, Zahra asks “What was the purpose of that?”

The corners of her lips are sharply upturned as she struggles to contain herself, though nothing could stop the laughter and smile radiating from her eyes.

Well, you ask, extending the panty-covered heart towards her, are these yours? You tap the panties for emphasis.

She looks away, blushing.

Oh wow, they really are?

The crimson on her face burns bright, even through her darkened skin tone, serving as her response.

Interesting.

They’re very clean and pristine, you add. Zahra wriggles her hips and covers her face with her paws, then peeks out at you through a small gap between two of her fluffy digits.

Why on earth would she do that, you ask. You’re sure there aren’t any judging rituals that use the judge’s undergarments.

“W-well… I was bored…” she says, her voice muffled by her fluffy paws.

Bored? More like she’s probably lonely and that’s the only way she could think of to maybe get someone to actually talk with her, rather than to her. Though, isn’t flirting on the job against some kind of regulation?

Still, may as well make the most of this.

Setting the heart down on the ground, you take a confident step forward and sweep the Anubis off her feet. She lets out of a surprised yip, but offers no struggle. Instead, she almost immediately wraps a paw around your neck to help support herself. Your attempt was mostly successful… though you got her up and to chest level in a sort of princess-carry, it’s damn hard to keep her up, and her added weight makes standing steady somewhat difficult.

Seems the strength you had in life carries over here.

Zahra lets a laugh slip out, but it doesn’t sound like she’s mocking you. It’s more like she’s just quite… pleased with how things have turned out.

So you decide to administer the coup de grace, and tell her that what you really want is her, rather than the heart or panties. Again she laughs and smiles, her tail swishes against your legs, and her ears stand quite pert, though the tips are still somewhat bent over.

Her other fluffy paw finds its way around your neck, and she brings her face close to yours. “So be it,” she says happily, then unhooks one of her paws. She appears to reach for the heart-panty combination on the ground, but there’s no way she could reach it… until they levitate into the air and onto her paw.

Magic is kinda neat.

As you wonder what she’s planning on doing, she brings your heart to your chest, then kind of pushes it into you, panties and all. It’s… an odd experience, but within a moment you can feel your normal, steady heartbeat. Or, you thought it was normal. Something’s a bit off. The panties were still on it when it vanished into your chest, so that might have an effect.

Looking at Zahra in your arms, it feels like you have some kind of… connection. She giggles, and motions for you to set her down again. Back on her feet, she holds firmly to one of your hands, and then places it upon her breast. Your immediate reaction is to wonder why she’s forcing you to cop a feel, but you quickly realize she’s placed your hand over her own heart. And then you notice your heart beats in time with hers.

“It’s rare…” she begins, “...rare that I get someone who expresses such a keen interest in me. Though not unheard of…”

Trailing off, she begins to pace back and forth a short distance, alternating her eyes between you and the ground. “Until now, everyone else has never acted on their desires…”

As she speaks, you can’t help but notice she sounds lonely. Zahra pauses her pacing, turning herself fully to you and clasping her paws in front of her. “I am a judge of life… Thus, I am filled with the memories of all who stand before me.”

You ask her if that means she can guess at which people would fancy her… and if she figured you’d like her. Is that the reasoning for her undergarments on the scale?

Blushing, she nods. “A little desperation on my part, I suppose…” she says, smiling wryly. “But, now that we’re of one heart… I hope you meant your words.”

Of course, you say. You’ve known her for hardly any time and already are quite smitten. Besides, if she has your memories, and thus knows what you’ve done and who you are, and is still willing to accept you, that’s more than enough for you.

She shakes her hips girlishly again, then approaches you closely, halting her face inches from yours. Her golden eyes gaze into yours, perhaps looking for any last vestiges of decent. How many years, or era, or whatever has she been alive… or existed, might be better to say. How long has she been alone?

“Would… would you like to return with me, to consummate our ceremony?” She asks of you, some measure of anxiety causing her voice to waver.

Ceremony?

“Yes… like I said, we’re of one heart now…”

So you’re basically married now?

She nods.

Dying and getting married in the same day is kind of a big deal. Especially to a woman you’ve known for not even an hour. Still… it makes you… happy. The two of you seem to have clicked pretty easily, and you’ve found yourself doing things you’d never have done before.

Love at first sight?

Taking a step towards her, you answer her first question with a light kiss on the lips.

Her reaction is more passionate than you’d anticipated. Fluffy paws find your back in short measure, wrapping you up tight in a fuzzy hug at the same time as she reciprocates your kiss… only she’s intent on making it quite deep and amorous.

Her tongue is longer than you’d expected.

Such is the force of her sudden kiss and hug that she nearly topples the two of you over – though she pulls back just in time to prevent that from happening.

“I… think I could take a respite from my duties for the day,” she says, winking at you. “I’d like to get to know you a bit better…”

You ask her if she’s intent on here, or what, or where.

“So I take it you’re agreeable, then?”

Yeah, you say, more than agreeable. The response draws another smile out of her.

“Take my paw,” she says, pulling her staff from the ground and extending a furry extremity towards you. Wrapping your hand and interlocking your fingers, you relish the fluffy warmth and the softness of her paw pads.

“Good, now close your eyes…”

Obeying, you clamp your eyelids shut. A sort of clinging chime resounds; maybe the accessories attached to her staff? And then you feel a sort of rush of wind, and a feeling of weightlessness. It only lasts a scant few seconds before stopping. “Go ahead, you can open them again.”

Before you stands quite an impressive structure. It’s certainly made from adobe or something similar, though quite a bit larger than any building you’ve seen made from the material. Glancing up at the sky, it appears you’re in the ‘good’ part of… the realm of the dead. There’s a few other buildings nearby, but the one in front of you is the largest by a good margin.

Freeing your hand, Zahra makes for the door, and then slips inside. “Come on in~”

As you trail in behind her, you catch an eyeful of her behind. First time you’ve really had a look at her backside. With every step her hips sashay, her tail swinging in time. Her butt is quite… appealing as well. Thick, without being fat.

Sensing your eyes upon her, she turns around and looks at you coyly; down at your crotch, then back up to your face. “Such vigor… though I can’t say I don’t want it just as bad,” she says seductively. “The bedroom is this way~”

Certainly gets to the point, doesn’t she? Well, staring at her nearly-bare behind was enough to get you mostly up, as she most certainly saw. She disappears inside a doorway off the hall, pausing with her tail sticking out. It curls upwards, a few times, as if in a ‘come hither’ motion before she walks further in. That’s enough for you.

You break into a jog, attempting to shed clothing as you enter her bedroom; she’s already perched atop her bed, the linens she was wearing balled up on the floor. Pants half off, you sort of hop towards her bed, while at the same time trying to get your shirt off. Unfortunately, like your pants, you only manage to get your shirt half-way off, covering your head, before you impact the bed. Sprawling out on top the bed, you knock Zahra over in a surprised yelp.

Flailing about awkwardly, you manage to do a hell of a job groping the naked Anubis that’s partially beneath you. She giggles and gasps as your hands fumble over her shapely breasts; her nipples are already standing achingly stiff.

Sort of like you after feeling her.

Before you can remove your shirt, however, she squirms out from underneath you, flipping you over onto your back the process. “Be still, my dear,” she whispers, and you oblige her ceasing your struggle. Your heart is beating fast in your chest; makes you wonder if your heart is still tied to hers. If so, she’s definitely looking forward to this.

“Let me help you out…” she says, and you can feel something tugging down your pants and underwear. In only seconds you’ve sprung free, and you can hear a happy gasp from Zahra.

“Excited, are we?…” she trails off as she finishes removing your pants, your dick exposed to her.

With your shirt still over your head you can’t see anything, and it does add a certain allure when you can’t see what’s going on.

Pushing up on you slightly, Zahra says “Come on now, let’s get all the way up.”

Since your legs are hanging over the edge of the bed, you take it to mean she wants you all the way atop the bed. Wiggling up as she aids you, you slide totally onto the bed.

You then feel her crawl atop the bed, or you, rather, as she glides forward. You can feel her hard nipples drag across your stomach and chest as she glides forward, your hard dick being forced against your stomach as hers rubs across the bottom.

Zahra then begins tugging your shirt upwards, pausing once the lower half of your face is revealed. She continues to scoot up, and you can feel the pressure on your cock reduce somewhat as it begins to push upwards along her pubic mound.

Then you feel a wet warmth on the tip, along with the sensation of something soft and pliable resting on either side of your shaft.

A warm breath on your face signals that her head is dropping closer, and then you feel her lips upon yours, followed immediately by a tongue slipping into your mouth. It’s longer than anything you’ve experienced before, and quite… agile. She caresses your tongue with hers, searches and explores, and even manages to partially wrap your tongue up.

Her kiss goes on and on, barley pulling off to suck in a breath before greedily kissing and sucking, leaving no part of your mouth unexplored. She even begins to gasp and moan softly, taking little nibbles of your lips between kisses. And she’s starting to rock her body back and forth, your cock rubbing between her labia, slathering itself in her dripping honey.

Another tug comes, this time revealing your entire face. You squint momentarily from the sudden onrush of light, though the shadow of her over you blocks out much of it. Though on top, her face inches from yours, she still looks… afraid.

“Are… are you certain, that you… like me?”

Even goddesses can be unsure, huh? Yes, you say, in fact you might even love her, despite hardly knowing her.

She drops her head onto yours, and though you can see nothing but her eyes it’s easy to tell she’s smiling. “I’m glad,” she says, pulling back and giving your forehead a kiss, then removes your shirt entirely.

Sitting up on top of you, your moistened cock slides up between her firm cheeks, and her fluffy paws press down on your chest while her tail wags. “I think I might love you already, too.”

Such strong words for a first, brief encounter, and yet they don’t feel wrong. In fact, it feels quite right.

“Then…” she says, raising herself up slightly, and taking hold of your dick with a fluffy paw, she guides you towards her entrance. “Let us make love,” she finishes, impaling herself on you.

Ecstasy washes over her face as she instantly lets out a cute little moan as her hot, wet, and silken pussy takes all of you inside, sounding with a wet slap against your groin as she comes to halt. A great deal of her juices squirt out from around the seal of your cock in her snatch, covering you in her anticipation.

“It feels so good… it’s throbbing inside…” she whispers, looking at you with her usual warm smile. Leaning forward, she shifts her paws out to the side and onto the bed.

Her hips begin to churn up and down – slowly at first, drawing you out until she can longer stand the emptiness, thrusting herself back down so that you can fill her depths. Every movement fills your ears with lewd sounds; wet slaps of flesh; the excess of honey being forced from her tight, constricting pussy by your pulsing erection with every plunge; her happy moans.

As her rhythm begins to quicken, her gasps and moans grow in volume while becoming shorter, until they’re little more than yips and yelps of pleasure. Not long after she reaches a steady, fast pace, her eyes close as she focuses on the sensations of your cock parting her folds and bumping against the entrance to her womb over and over again.

Ample, bronzed breasts bounce and shake just above you, begging to be held and supported. Taking an orb in each hand, you squeeze and stroke the soft flesh, working her nipples between your fingers as you massage every place possible.

Her burning, sodden walls grip and stroke you, squeezing and milking you with every thrust inside her womanhood. Every time she lifts up, her tightness forms a seal, making it feel like her snatch is sucking and tugging on you to prevent your departure.

Switching your grasp on her tits, you work and flick her sensitive nipples with your thumbs, causing a new wave of vocalizations to spill from her throat. You long to suck and tongue her hard, pert nipples, but her position makes that impossible.

Continuing to work faster and faster until she’s little more than a beast in heat, the incredible pace, sucking, and caressing of her folds, especially as they grip tightly just behind the flare of your glans, stroking your most sensitive area, is bringing you to your climax rapidly.

Just before you can cum, you can feel her tighten down around you fiercely, a sort of trembling quaking around your shaft before radiating outward. She lets out something between a moan and a howl, arching her back as her movements suddenly halt. A flood of nectar pours forth from her cunt as it continues to wring and milk the cock thrust deeply inside it, despite her lack of movement.

Just as you think it’s about to end, she lets out another howl and arches further as a second orgasm electrifies and tenses her body, complimented by another viscous release.

So close to the edge yourself, her wild spasms aren’t quite enough to get you there, but the sensations are… divine.

As she collapses atop you, no longer able to support herself, you begin bucking up into her in an equal frenzy, pounding her fleshy hole with everything you can muster.

“N-no.. s-stop…” she says weakly before her voice is overtaken by a moan. Spurred by her heightened sensitivity she clenches her teeth together and growls as she orgasms again, her paws seeking out your hands to hold to endure the bolt of pleasure overtaking her.

Her paw-hands are much larger than yours, making interlocking fingers something of a difficult, though you manage to wiggle your fingers between two of the large digits as she clenches and bends them around your hand.

It only takes seconds of her howling in your ear for your release to arrive as you continue to thrust into her trembling sex. Heat radiates from your groin, and you quickly shift your hands to her ass, pushing her down onto you as your hips thrust up one last time, pulse after pulse of white-hot, orgasmic pleasure surging, and spraying from your cock as you groan in time with every contraction. You ribbons blast her insides, spreading your thick, virile seed across her fertile Nile delta.

The two of you lay atop each other in a sweaty, orgasmic heap, recovering your strength in gasping breaths. Your cock falls free of her snatch, releasing a cascade of mixed fluids from the previously –corked passage.

“Mmm, that was so much… how long were you saving up, love?” She whispers, licking her lips at the same time.

A while, you say… things had been busy, so you had little ‘alone time.’ She giggles.

“That was… fantastic… But I want more…” she says, her warm expression becoming a little more predatory and hungry.

Given how great it was, you have no complaints, though she’ll need to wait a while for you to recover.

“Is that so? Well, we’ll see about that…”

Before you can respond, she lifts off, then turns about atop you so that her crotch is now over your face, and her face is near your flaccid penis.

A cool breeze blows across you as her face nears your penis, no doubt caused by her fluids that still cover you . Then you feel something fluffy and soft surround your testicles, and begin to knead and roll the orbs within your sack. At nearly the same time, her long tongue reaches out and begins to take exploratory laps and pokes at your soft shaft.

Even though you just came, her ministrations are having the intended effect. You can feel something building anew within your loins as she continues to lick, suck, and tug on your cock and balls. Her long tongue takes a lick, circling around and across your urethral opening as she laps up the salty prize within as it continues to ooze out. As you begin to rise to the occasion, she takes you entirely within her mouth, her tongue darting and licking along your urethral distention as she sucks and slurps, occasionally running her tongue around your shaft and down to your sack in an odd sort of spiral motion you didn’t think was possible.

You attempt to give her some oral pleasure as well, but her ass stayed hiked in the air out of your reach – and besides, it took her hardly more than a minute before she got you nice and firm.

Holding your cock in a paw, licking along its side, she turns to you. “See? All better,” she says luridly, licking your length like a child with a popsicle.

After one last noisy suck, she lets go off your now-hard erection, spinning about to face you.

Expecting her to ride you just as before, the look on her face makes it seem like she wants to ask something.

Freeing her from the burden of being the first to bring it up, you ask her if she wants you do something in particular; you’re kind of up for anything. Within reason.

“Could you… could we please do… anal?” She almost squeaks out the last word, blushing terribly.

…Sure, why not, you say. If that’s what she wants.

Her tail thumps against you happily as her face breaks into a toothy smirk.

Wordlessly and quickly, she practically leaps off of you, going onto all-fours with her ass pointed at you. “…Ah,” she begins quietly. “Don’t… worry, I like it, so do as you please…”

So you don’t need to take it easy?

She shakes her head. “No… I like it... rough…”

Well, given how she just rode you, that’s a bit of an understatement. The cute girl has a mean lewd streak, does she? Putting together ‘Anal’ with ‘I like it rough’ is enough for you to reach near-diamond levels of hardness.

When you get up and kneel on the bed, Zahra drops her head and begins shaking her hips side to side. You can’t tell if it’s due to your previous fucking or if she’s simply experienced renewed anticipating, but she is incredibly wet; juices pour from tight snatch, trickling off in sticky tendrils.

Getting a good look at her now, her labia is extremely reddened and swollen, giving her vulva a tight, tucked-in appearance that’s very appealing. You want to plunge into her wet gash again, but she requested you fuck the puckered rosebud just above it. It’s rather clean looking; if she likes anal she probably takes care of herself there.

It flexes and contracts some as your eyes linger over her behind, taking in the full view of her sensitive areas.

“…Don’t leave me waiting,” she coos, renewing her hip-shaking. “I want you inside me so bad…”

Approaching her from behind on your knees, you stick a pair of fingers inside her cunt, drawing a short gasp from Zahra, but otherwise she doesn’t say anything. Getting your hand nice and lubed up, you circle her pucker, getting it nice and wet. Satisfied with the level of lubrication, you carefully push a fingertip against her backdoor, and slide it in.

This time a series of short moans burst forth from her as you slip in past the first knuckle, then the second, until your entire pointer finger is inside. The hole squeezes against your finger as you wiggle around inside her guts, feeling the soft, smooth walls inside.

As you slip in another finger, Zahra’s tail goes stiff, then relaxes into a slow wag as her body goes limp to allow your fingers easy entrance. Spreading your fingers into a V to stretch her out some, you pump your hand back and forth a few times, forcing a series of moans from the Anubis.

Withdrawing completely, she turns her face to you, staring at you with pure, unabashed need. “I need you…” she whispers

Rubbing your dick across her swollen, sopping pussy to give yourself another covering of lube, you line yourself up with her backdoor. Slowly moving forward, you stop as your cockhead rests against her asshole. Glancing to her face, she’s chewing on one of her furry fingers. She then looks up at you, and actually whines instead of saying anything.

She must want it bad.

Placing more weight against her ring, her face lights up in delight.

Thrusting forward, she spreads with difficulty, as if resisting your intrusion. But, given how she’s moaning already, there’s no doubt she loves it.

Glans completely inside, the remainder of your inches slide in with relative ease until you bottom out. Her hot, smooth walls are a completely different experience; it’s much tighter than her cunt – especially the entryway itself. Yet, it’s easier to slip in and out of. Her pucker continues to squeeze and bite down around your shaft as you push in and out in short, exploratory strokes, desperate to close itself.

Though you’d intended to give her a chance to adjust to you, she has other plans and she begins rocking herself back and forth on you, a low sort of growl emanating from her throat.

Matching the pace she’s set, you thrust in as she pushes back, and draw out as she moves forward. Her breasts sway gently underneath her, and her ass jiggles slightly with every impact when you bury entirely within her.

It’s a sort of gentle, languid pace that you find enjoyable… but she wants more, and starts to grind her hips back and forth even faster as desire takes precedence.

She did say rough, didn’t she? You still feel a little apprehensive, but if it’s what she wants…

Shifting from kneeling to sort of a squat, you pause your thrusting momentarily, holding her hips with your hands to steady her as you reposition. Once setup, you give a fast, hard thrust into her, eliciting a yelp that morphs into a pleased moan.

Unlike the resistance offered by her snatch when she worked into a lightning pace, her ass seems to invite your wild thrusting; her colon parting and accepting you with ease as its smooth, slick walls squeeze you.

One long pull back and another powerful thrust down into her, her ass and tits shake, and she actually giggles, followed by the sound of a hissing breath through her bit lip.

First time you’ve met a buttslut, and it’s in the afterlife of all places.

You’re gonna need both hands for this one, you tell yourself as you take firm hold of her waist for additional leverage.

And then you begin, giving her exactly what she wants. “Ah…ahh….AH!...Ah… AHnn!” she gasps and pants as your inches saw in and out of her without mercy, turning her asshole inside-out as it only takes you a split-second to remove your length from her guts. Her ass is jiggling non-stop from your furious assault, filling the air with the sounds of wet clapping flesh. Your balls swing with every thrust, slapping into her labia, adding another dimension to the experience for both you and Zahra.

It’s almost painful for you, but you grit your teeth and endure it, focusing entirely on keeping your pace and stamina up.

She’s moaning non-stop, her entire body quaking, her paws grabbing up big handfuls of sheets as her mouth hangs open and her eyes are clamped shut.

Her steaming-hot guts clamp and wring around you despite your pace, squeezing and sucking as you batter her backroom, pushing and pulling her anus quite a distance into and out of her. Yet, despite the incredible tightness, you’re still able to glide in and out with little effort, as if she wants it even harder and faster.

“Ahhnn.. Nnn.. why… Hng…does it feel… so good…AH! Ahn.. why are you sooo gooood…” she moans and whines, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Bending down and wrapping your arms around her mid-section, you give her everything you can muster, finding yourself lost in the guilty pleasure of fucking a woman’s ass without any sort of regard for her well-being.

Every time you thrust forward you want to go deeper, grinding yourself as hard as you can against her ass; to plumb her depths further with your painfully throbbing cock, desperate for release. You’re not quite recovered yet, but you can feel that as soon as you are, you’ll be flooding her colon with cum.

That thought in itself is enough to spur you further.

Moaning, gasping, and howling non-stop, Zahra suddenly lets loose a yelp like when she came the first time, only now from how taut and rigid her body becomes it must be even more powerful. She buries her face hard into the bed as she howls, her ass clamps down on you like a cigar-clipper, and you find your legs awash in a gush of her girlcum.

It’s almost a never-ending torrent.

One flood gushes out. Then another. And another. Each wave of fluids pouring out of her are accompanied by another twisting of her body, another burst of tightness around your shaft as you contain to assail her ass without mercy or slowing down.

But, you must’ve overworked the poor girl as she goes limp and starts to sag, no longer able to support herself even on her knees. Altering your footing slightly, you’re able to keep her suspended in the air as you turn her into a limp, moaning, anal-loving cocksleeve, grunting and huffing as you feel your bubbling climax draw near.

Every thrust continues to shake her body, including her ears and they flop back and forth atop her head. Using a stroke of masterful timing, you catch the tip of an ear in your mouth as you slam into her. No sooner do you begin to nibble on it than her whole body shudders in your grasp. Working your tongue across the back of the ear, you manage to draw it further into your mouth, to nibble further down.

You can’t tell if the babbles coming out of her are doing to your relentless buttfucking or from the new sensation of her ears getting involved in things. From the continuing contractions, weak spasms of her body, and yelps and other vocalizations, you think she’s having an almost endless series of small orgasms.

Finally the constant milking of her colon is too much, and with one last thunderous thrust you spear her as deep as humanly possible, groaning as your balls pull taut and began to pump out sperm. Thick, hot ropes flow through you, distending your urethra, and then flaring your tip white as your seed spurts out into her guts, covering every surface within as your cock jumps and twitches, bucking almost as wildly as your hips as you yearn to release everything you can produce.

Even before you finish, you can hear her mummer. “Mmm I can feel you filling me up…”

Her words manage to coax another strong eruption, but now you’re utterly spent. Letting go of her, she drops limply onto the bed, your cock pulling free from her abused hole. It gapes open, your semen running out in thick globs, then down her slit and pools onto the sheets.

Not even her tail has the energy to wag, instead hanging limply across her ass and back.

Exhausted yourself you slump down, then forward onto her back. Zahra waits a moment, but manages to shimmy out from underneath you, turning to face you.

“That… that was… amazing, my love,” she says quietly. Her sweaty skin shines in the growing dusk, her breasts heaving with every breath.

Closing your eyes as the urge for sleep rapidly descends on you, you respond that she’s been absolutely amazing herself. You guess that love makes things better, huh?

She giggles, then wraps you up in her paws and brings your face to her breast, kissing the top of your head. “You’re such a sweet-talker,” she says.

Just the truth, you respond.

A dreamy sigh escapes her, followed by another squeeze of her paws around your back.

So you ask her, what now.

Her golden eyes close lightly, but she’s humming slightly in thought. “Why, long nights of love, of course…” she replies, cracking open a sleepy eye.

Sounds great, but ah, what about during the day?

Zahra sighs, then answers “Unfortunately I have to work, so that’ll leave you to do as you wish… tomorrow we can get up early and I’ll show you the city a bit.”

City of the dead, huh? Sounds interesting you say, as you lose the fight to stay awake.

Kissing your forehead again, the Anubis cradling you in her arms simply tells you to sleep now, and talk later.

Not terribly interested in fighting her, you drift off to sleep in fluffy arms, listening to the sound of her heartbeat.

-To be Continued?-



--[The original]--



Due to a terrible accident involving pineapples and an elementary school, you pass away in the midst of your youth; closing your eyes as they grow ever heavier. A moment later, your eyes snap open! You find yourself laying in a brownish grassy field during twilight. Behind you the sky darkens, the land becoming blackened beyond recognition. In front of you is a much more welcoming scene of clear skies and green field.
As you sit up, Anubis appears before you! She appears to be holding a scale. To one side is a still-beating heart; suddenly you are aware of your own heartbeat... or lack thereof. On the other side are a pair of pristine white pantsu.
Anubis has a warm, inviting smile, and beckons you closer with her eyes. Upon walking towards her, she asks you if you have eaten of the heart.
You ask what she means, but she only continues to smile.

How do you respond?


>The only heart I want a piece of is yours.

Anubis' smile changes slightly, the corners of her eyes narrowing and pulling back slightly. She seems slightly pleased by your answer.
>Sorry, I have no idea
Her smile relaxes a bit, and she tilts her head. She ponders for a moment, her pointy, jackal-like ears twitching. She then asks of you, 'Then, have you ever acted deceitfully?'
>Steal pantsu. Put on head.
While she speaks you reach for the pantsu, but she catches your motion in time and pulls back out of your reach. She gives you a scowl and asks that you focus on your answer.

>Scratch my head nervously. Answer with, "Yes..." reluctantly, because really anyone who hasn't is a liar.

>Stare at her tits. Make a good glance up and down for good measure.
While gazing at her body, you sheepishly answer that yes, you've been deceitful in the past.
Anubis seems befuddled by the mixture of your embarrassed, meek answer along with your lascivious gaze upon her. Due to your staring at her body, and her rather revealing clothing, you can't help but notice her ample hips are swaying slightly, accented by the swishing of her tail.
When you look back up, you notice her countenance has changed. She still is smiling, but it seems less earnest somehow - less friendly.

Before she can ask you another question, you ask who she is, and where you are.

She raises an eyebrow, then declares proudly 'I am Anubis, and I am Guardian of the Scales. You are here at the entrance of Duat.'
Without explaining what or where Duat exactly, she immediately asks of you 'Have you ever judged another rashly?'


You hesitantly answer that yes, you have perhaps judged people rashly and without knowing everything. While speaking to her, you focus on keeping your eyes matched with hers, rather than letting them wander about her bronzed, lithe body.
She closes her eyes to consider her next question. However, again, you ask your own series of questions. Starting with the most important one you can think of.
'Can... can I touch your tail?'
Her eyes immediately open, then she narrows one of her eyes, suspicious of your intent.
You fidget slightly, wondering if perhaps your question was impertinent.
She finally sighs, 'I do not ever recall being asked such a thing before. V-very well, if you desire.'
You beam brightly as she turns slightly and pivots her hips, in effect pushing her tail towards you. It's swishing back and forth energetically.
When you touch it, you're slightly disappointed - it's not quite as soft as you had hoped, but it remains rather pleasant to the touch despite its wiry texture. While fluffing her tail with your hands, you notice her gaze is fixated upon you. When she notices your eyes meeting hers, she glances away quickly, then pulls her tail back.
'N-now then, do y-'
You cut her off, and ask if that's your heart there on the scale.
She appears to be in a very ambivalent emotional state. You can't quite get a read on her face, though her smile seems to be more... hungry?
She responds that yes, it is your heart.
"And aren't you judging me harshly?"
Her expression hardens instantly.
"My duty, my existence is to render judgment, and I do so fairly and in accordance with divine law."

She seems upset.



You notice she hasn't asked you another question about your honesty or integrity. She continues to stand several feet away from you, glaring at you.
You meet her gaze defiantly. You notice her chin beginning to move, forcing your hand. You blurt out 'Your tail was very fluffy!' You change your expression into a beaming smile. "It was very nice."
Once again you seem to have left Anubis dumb-founded.
Feeling bolstered by your ability to unsettle Anubis, you bring out the big guns. Years of anime and manga have prepared you for this one moment. You breath in deep.
"I know now why I do not have a heartbeat; it is because you have stolen my heart!"
In your mind you perceived yourself as being a master of romance with that line. The reality has been less kind.

Anubis is staring at you, mouth agape. The scale she had been hanging in front of her is now at her side, though you notice your heart and the pantsu don't move no matter how the scale becomes positioning.
She then begins to laugh mightily; stopping only after a full minute of non-stop laughter. She notices the scale isn't being held properly, and resumes holding it in front of her, facing you. She places her other paw on her hip. Her tail is swishing about very energetically, to the point it's hitting her rump on either side. Less of a smile and more of a grin now, she asks if you have anything else you would like to ask of her before she resumes her duties.
"Can I touch your ears?"
You expect her to be taken aback by this as before, but she seemed ready this time, her lop-sided grin broadening.
"Not yet."
Letting out a great sigh and giggling slightly, she raises her gaze and waits for you to meet it.
She asks, "Have you been unfaithful?"
You consider the multiple meanings that question could have.


You bite your lip as you consider he question. Does she mean unfaithful as in not being true to a lover? Or not adhering to the code of law and following the particular pantheon she is part of?
You look at the scale, and notice it appears to be more or less balanced. You thought the heart may have been weighing more heavily when you first saw the scale, but you don't remember for sure.
You decide to admit that yes, you have been unfaithful. Anubis gives you a curious look, and for the first time asks if you're sure about your answer. You suddenly become quite nervous, and thinking about it, you ask her if she could clarify what she means by unfaithful.
Her response was instant, leading you to believe that she had planned for you to ask that. That, and her devilish smile that is now allowing two upper canines to poke out. She leans over as she says "No, the meaning of that question is for you to decide."
You glance at her bounding bosom. You think to yourself this has to be intentional - some kind of trap. You swallow and answer that yes, you have been unfaithful in some way or measure. You nervously look at the scale, and hope that the pantsu now weigh more heavily. You can't quite tell though.

Her tail flicking side to side, she again stands fully, her face a mask of mystery. With a thin, smug grin spreading she asks, 'To whom?'

Her ears twitch slightly as she asks this. She's clearly expecting a specific answer.




You consider her question, and realize she was referring to a singular object or person. So, she likely doesn't mean her group of deities.
Thanks to your... unfortunately love life, you can't say you've been unfaithful there either. You've left no women scorned in your short life. You decide to go with a poignant response.
"I suppose I haven't been faithful to myself. I've been worrying about that scale when answering, thinking of what is the 'correct' answer."
You stop to think about your own response for a moment. You notice she is measuring your reply as well, putting a fluffy finger to her cheek while she thinks.
You come to a realization.
"Wait, doesn't that mean I was deceitful to myself as well?"
Further thinking back to her questions, you dawn upon something else.
"I guess I've judged myself harshly whenever I thought I'd made a mistake...though I think you specified 'another."
Anubis seems delighted at your response. Smiling once again, she comes closer to you, and turns slightly.
Blushing, she says 'Very well, you may go ahead."
"Go ahead what?" you respond.
"You wanted to touch them, did you not?"
Her ears twitch, drawing your attention. You look back down at her, and she seems to be doing her best to avoid looking at you. You reach up and scratch one, noticing the little tufts of fluff at the base are quite soft. You then move your hand and scratch behind her ear, causing her ears to twitch furiously and she shakes a little. After a few moments she backs off, though you notice she's a bright crimson now.
"Ah.. ah, not behind the ears, please. That's a... certain spot."
You have a vague idea of what she's going on about.
She coughs, then stands proudly, and holds the scale up directly in front of her. You notice the pantsu and heart are in perfect balance. Then, the scale becomes increasingly invisible, finally vanishing.
She is now holding the heart in one paw, the pantsu in another.
She looks straight into your eyes and asks,
"Which do you desire more?"


You carefully consider the options. You glance at the heart - your heart, then the pantsu. After a few moments your gaze settles on Anubis. In your short meeting you've found her charming and cute. She acts childish at times, easily flustered at others - adorable, really. Not to mention, you think while eying her body and face, that she's rather pleasant to look at as well.
You ask her if you can hold both to feel their weight. She looks at you suspiciously, but then agrees. You bring your hands near her paws, and then she sets the items into your grasp.
You notice that while they have form, they hover weightlessly above your hands. You look up at Anubis, who seems to know the question you wish to ask.
"Yes, you are unable to to judge your own heart."
You glance at the pantsu, and notice that while they float mysteriously above your grasp, you're still able to manipulate them. You quickly place the pantsu on the heart. Anubis seems amused by your action, and asks what the purpose of that was.
"Well," you begin, now holding the pantsu-heart in one hand, are these yours?" You tap the pantsu. Anubis looks away slightly, blushing. You drop the the heart-pantsu and move with lightning speed to scoop her up in your arms. She gasps and looks at you in shock. Though you had intended to sweep her off her feet, she is nearly as tall as you. Her weight makes your movements somewhat... ungraceful and you stumble, nearly falling. She laughs, but it doesn't sound like she's mocking you.
You strain and manage to get her chest-height, the entire time she's staring at you with a knowing, hungry gaze.
"I'd... rather have you." You mutter out. The first Don Juan line you used earlier kind of flopped, but this felt better. Anubis laughs again, her voice giving the laughter a pleasant melody. You can feel her tail swishing against your legs, and her ears twitch excitedly.

Looking over to where you dropped the heart-pantsu, she reaches for it with a paw, and to your surprise it levitates and floats to her grasp. She then presses it against your chest, and to your surprise it sinks in. You feel something different in you - your heartbeat is back for one, but you also now have a tinge of something. You feel a connection of sorts with Anubis now. She pulls one of your hands onto her own chest, and you notice immediately your heartbeats are synced.

Looking at you with adoration, "It is rare that I get one who is interested in me, but you are the first to be so adament about it. As I am to judge your life, I was filled with your memories when I first placed your heart upon the scale."

She wraps her fluffy paws around you, bringing her face inches from yours.
"Well, what would you like to do now? If you elect to proceed... further, you will not be allowed entrance to the city of the dead, but you will not be devoured by darkness either."
You wonder if she's been out here for her entire existence. You think it an awful lonely one.

The answer is obvious; while you have only known her a short time she seems to know everything about you. Despite that, she seems to be more than willing to reciprocate your affections towards her.
You lean in to meet her, giving her a loving kiss. She responds by pulling herself tight against you, rather intent on demonstrating her desire for you.
Her weight is getting to become too much for you, so you lower her back down onto the ground. She has a slight blush to her bronze cheeks, but nothing to match the burning crimson displayed on your face.
To be honest, you aren't quite sure how you should proceed from here. Granted you know the mechanics involved; you've seen enough naked bodies mashing together to figure that out. Still though, you hesitate to get from A to B. She looks at you with an expectant hunger, but quickly remembers your... inexperience. She looks ever the predator now, a jackal-like grin spreading across her face. Expecting her to take you there in the dusky field, she instead asks if you'd rather somewhere more comfortable and warm. You look around - there's nothing but the field and twilight as far as you can see. Responding to her with a puzzled expression, she grabs your hand and tells you to close your eyes. Obeying her command, you feel a rush of wind about you, but keep your eyes shut. After a few moments,
"Okay, you can open your eyes now." she whispers in your ear. Opening one eye at a time, you realize you're now standing in front of what might best be described as a palace or mansion.
"Welcome to my home," walking through the door. She stops and looks over her shoulder at you, flicking her tail side to side. Your eyes turn towards her posterior, something she does not miss. She shakes her hips seductively.
"Don't you want to come in?" she coos with a wink. "Don't forget to close the door as you enter."



Her tongue twitches one last time. That's it, then. Any shyness you had is now gone as you imagine all the things she could be doing to you right now. With enthusiasm that surprises even Anubis, you break into a run, attempting to shed clothing as you go. Your pants are hanging half off one leg, but still mostly up on the other leg, giving you an awkward hopping gait. In attempting to do things more efficiently, you also attempt to remove your shirt at the same time, but you managed to get yourself stuck with the shirt over your head. Unable to see where you're going and running like you were stabbed in the ass, you collide with the bed and topple onto it, sprawling yourself out and bowling Anubis over with a surprised yelp.
Her lascivious demeanor has completely vanished as she struggles to not laugh at the events that have just unfolded. While still writhing about, you feel her presence come towards you, then pin your arms in place. "You are so hopelessly foolish when it comes to romance," you hear her mutter with a sigh. "But I suppose that endears you all the more to me."
With your arms pinned and your shirt still covering your face, you can make out her shadow as she glides over you. Her breasts rub across your face, followed by her stomach and what you suspect to be her crotch, given the sudden scent and darkening of the fabric as it absorbs moisture. She releases your arms as she moves further forward, coming to a rest with your head between her legs. You know her head, and that tongue, must be near your dick right now; your anticipation and imagination causing yourself to engorge. You hear her giggle softly, "My are we eager," and after a few moments you can feel her breath on you. You gulp nervously, your thoughts filled with Anubis and her positioning. You continue to feel her hot, wet breath inches from you. When it seems you'll go insane from waiting, a long, wet, hot muscle coils around you.


You feel her tongue coil around your shaft, the tip flicking against your glans. The sudden sensation nearly brings you to orgasm right there, but you manage to control yourself - for now at least.
Just as you thought you would get used to that sensation, she then brought her mouth down, surrounding your entire member with heat and moisture; her tongue continuing to work its way around your shaft and glans. She also reaches down and you feel her slightly coarse fur brush against your testicles. Not quite an erotic sensation, but it's still additional sensory input that seems to heighten the feeling of her tongue and mouth.
Still covered by your own shirt, you begin to wonder if you shouldn't be attempting to service her as well - her crotch is right next to your chin. With your arms free now, you begin working your shirt off, and as you pull it free the first thing you see is her glistening ass and snatch inches from your face, rocking back and forth in a most alluring fashion. The sudden visual imaginary accompanying the physical sensations ultimately proves too much for you to fight against. Tightening up, your release several hot jets of semen into Anubis' mouth. After the fourth pulsing jet, you wish her tongue would stop its ceaseless action - if anything it's become more intense. You feel the tip of her tongue glance over your urethra a few times, slightly penetrating it. Some time after your orgasm and you begin to go slightly limp, she releases you, then backs up against you wordlessly. She props herself up slightly, grinding her snatch against your face. Obliging her, your try your best to satisfy her with your own tongue, but you can't help but feel she may not be enjoying as much as you enjoyed hers. You press your tongue up into her soft slit, running along its length. You feel her shudder slightly, and notice she's turned her head to look down at you.



Time to go for broke, you think. While running your tongue through her damp slit, you tug back on her waist slightly. She obliges you and pushes her hips slightly farther back, allowing you to reach deeper with your tongue. Running further up her cunt due to her new positioning, your tongue ends on a small nib. Upon striking it, Anubis shakes and gasps slightly. Using a free hand, you run your fingers down through increasingly wet cunt to lubricate them. Placing pressure on her clit, you begin massaging it back and forth while continuing to run your tongue across all her sensitive parts, including her inner thighs. Her breath is becoming more ragged and he gasps more frequent. You also feel her tensing up more often. Figuring what you're doing must be working, you up the intensity - taking care to more deeply reach inside her entrance with your tongue while apply increasing pressure and frequency to her clit.
She begins to let out moans and her hips begun bucking at random. Continuing your assault on her nether regions, she completely drops her torso on yours, moaning almost non-stop, occasionally gritting her teeth.
Suddenly she tenses up and lets out one long moan, and unfortunately surprising you in the process with a mouthful of girlcum. Perhaps it was to be expected since you let yourself go inside her mouth. Seconds after her first gush, she tenses up again and releases another flood, causing you to cough and sputter. Completely lost in her own world now, she reaches down and begins to rub herself now that you've stopped. Letting out one last long moan, her body shaking all the while, she releases one last burst of juice onto your face. The taste isn't particularly bad, but it's certainly not your favorite. Though considering all she's done for you, it's a small price to pay.
Completely collapsing on top of you, she breaths heavily for a while, then turns to meet you face to face.

Her expression is pure bliss; she's clearly quite pleased with your performance. She moves up slightly and gives you a long kiss, her tongue reaching into your mouth and coiling around your own tongue. You can't help but think of what you just released into her mouth, but managed to quickly push those thoughts aside. Release you and taking a deep breath, since moves herself backwards. Pressing her ass against your semi-erect penis, she begins wiggling side to side and lifting herself up and sliding down. Due to all the lubrication she's provided for herself, your penis glides effortlessly against her skin, lending it an almost tickling feeling. After a few minutes you find yourself completely hard again, and she slows her movements. Still holding herself upright, she hasn't said anything in some time. She's just been completely fixed on you - your eyes locked the entire time. Breaking the silence, she asks "Are you ready for the main event?" You nod your assent, and she backs up a little further, raising her hips. She guides herself over your rock-hard shaft, then slowly lowers herself. Your glans begins to rub teasingly against her labia. Further she drops down at a speed you would not have thought possible to control. Millimeter by millimeter over what seems like an eternity she slowly takes you inside of her, until finally her crotch rests upon yours, completely hilted.

She brings herself down on you, rubbing her breasts on your chest, and whispers into your ear, "How would you like it? Nice and easy, or...?"


You quietly nod your assent that you would like her to maintain control and proceed as she wishes. Leaning down onto your chest, she then wraps her paws behind your back and embraces you tightly. Slowly, she begins raising her hips. The wet, hot tightness slowly dragging itself across your glans and shaft has brought you near the edge near instantaneously. Due to the slow motion however, you find yourself able to resist the urge to orgasm. As she reaches the peak of her height, the only part of you left in her is the head of your cock, her tight inner labia maintaining its fleshy grip on you even as her hips continue moving upwards. Then as she begins the slow descent, you feel every bump and fold of her cunt stroke and caress you - her movements proceeding with remarkable precision and control.It isn't long until, despite your best efforts, you're overcome by the absolute need to cum - to impregnate her. The thought of filling her with semen seems more alluring than it ought to. More than the physical sensations, the urge to simply get her pregnant finally sends you over the edge. Sensing the twitching of your penis inside her, Anubis slams her hips down to hilt you deeply, perhaps feeling a desire similar to your own. Arching your back and lifting your own hips, you burst forth within her accepting vagina. Thick ropes of semen splattering her insides. After the fourth or fifth burst, you collapse down onto the bed, Anubis dropping on top of you again.

Panting heavily, you notice that you are still inside of her, and that your erection is not subsiding. She gives you a curious glance, and you think about how to take care of it. Asking her if she would be willing to try something, she readily agrees. Still inside her, you roll her onto her back, positioning her legs spread eagle. You then pull out of her, and drop yourself slightly to reposition. You look back up at her, and notice she's staring intently at your penis - and where it's aimed. You ask if it's okay to proceed. She hesistants for a moment, then nods her head. Hovering close to her asshole, you plunge in with a mighty thrust, oblivious to what it might feel like for Anubis. Driving to the hilt in one swift go, she gasps in shock and stiffens, then relaxes slightly once you're entirely inside of her. It feels much different than her vagina did - rather than something completely enveloping your penis, this was much more like a tight ring around the shaft. Not bad, but different. Asking her if it's okay to proceed with similar enthusiasm, she bites her lip and again nods. You pull back swiftly, her tight asshole clinging to your cock and distending slightly. Just as your glans becomes visible, you slam back into her, hilting with a slap - eliciting another gasp from her. Before you can draw back however, she wraps her paws around your neck and gazes longingly into your eyes. Suspecting she might be into some pain, you decide to go all-out. Pulling back and then thrusting forward without pause, she again lets out a loud gasp, though now it sounded as though it was mixed with a moan. Continuing to rail in and out of her with a rapid, unrelenting pace, she soon begins panting and moaning heavily. The sounds of her pleasure intermingle with the slapping of flesh from the rough movements seem to heighten the experience. From the juices oozing around your cock, you figure she's feeling the same way.

Slowing your movements and then finally pulling her away from you, she looks confused. Placing your hands on her hips to turn her, she seems to pick up on your idea rather quickly. Rolling over once again, she lowers her head onto the bed and hikes her ass into the air. You approach her from behind, firmly grasping her waist as you guide yourself into her tight asshole. Instantly she begins gasping and panting, even louder than before. Straining yourself, you begin not only thrusting yourself into her, but pulling her back into you using your hold on her hips. Sawing in and out of her like a man possessed, you find yourself utterly lost in the pleasures of her fleshy tightness and lewd moans. Suddenly you feel her asshole constrict even tighter, feeling like it could threaten to clip the end of your shaft off. Moments after the incredible tightness, Anubis lets out a long, loud moan and gushes girlcum once again. It begins to pool on the bed and runs in thick streams down her thighs as her waist and hips convulse and shake as you continually slam into her ass without mercy. With all the sensations, sounds, smells, and sights before you, her final quaking orgasm also finally brings you to your own as her asshole continually grips and loosens on your shaft. Hitting home as deep as you can make yourself go, you grunt and tense as you fire jet after jet, splattering your seed inside her guts. With a final pant, you collapse on top of her, dragging the both of you down.

Anubis turns to face you, her face bright red and sweaty, but adorned with the most radiant smile you've ever seen. Her paws reach for your hands, interlocking her digits with yours as she closes her eyes and pulls herself tightly into you. After a few minutes she backs off slightly, looking up at you, then nuzzling your chest. "That was great," she let out a long sigh. "I hope we can have this much fun every night. It shouldn't take too long until we have a daughter or two, I think," saying the last part with a giggle. Eyes heavy with fatigue now, you hear her whisper 'I love you' just before you fall fast asleep.