Anubis Quest 1.0

*This work contains maledom and bondage.*

"Boy!"  A young woman's voice barked!  "You're late again!"
	The owner of the voice was Seshat the scholar.  She was an anubis of moderate size, making her slightly shorter than most men, but her stature and tone exalted her intimidating authority.  Her long, perked up jackal ears added just enough height to peak above the average man.  The clothing she wore was a short, linen pencil dress.  Compared to others of her kind, her skin was only a hint darker than average, and her hair was long and black with blunt bangs.  What was most noticeable was her hips and posterior, which were impressive for an anubis, who are normally known for their modest female proportions.  Often when dealing with her servant, she wore a scowl on her face.
	Her servant, Anon, was not so eminent.  His expression was constantly sullen ever since he was captured by those pirates.  The face on the manticore that beaten him gave him a grudge.  Although he had only basic fighting skills and was horribly outmatched, he feels the most anger towards himself for letting himself get knocked out so easily.  He swears one day he'll take back his freedom and get his revenge.
	But as of now, his tasks consist of studying, hauling, and sorting this anubis's archives, responding to her with simple answers ending with "ma'am" or "mistress" (she insisted the latter after being called "miss").  He wanted to avoid her bad side, at least while under her roof.  This lady he was handed off to made a very assertive first impression on him as she was laying out the ground rules.  Considering his stage fright, he was thankful he was spared the humiliation of the slave market.  This was because of how he was pulled as a priority for his literacy skills, though he did briefly witness those that were up there.  Surprisingly, most of them looked not-so gloomy, especially the monster girl slaves, some of whom were actually quite excited.  He doesn't know the reason for their not-so pessimistic mood.
	"I'm sorry, mistress."  He apologized for his tardiness.  "I wanted to be careful with your more personal scrolls."  A half-truth, but the dullness of the task made concentrating a chore for him.
	"I don't want your excuses, boy!  You need to make up for delaying the schedule.  Start the heat on and hurry up with dinner."
	He made haste to the kitchen, the place that offered him at least some form of interest.  The enchanted stone oven was one of the items that fascinated him the most.  Magic back in his homeland was reserved for the clergy, mages, and paladins, including enhanced weapons.  But in this land, fire magic was imprinted in every household oven, giving cooks and bakers reliable precision in their processes.  This was just one of many magically enhanced artifacts that intrigued him.  His mistress even had a chest that was cold on the inside, an impressive luxury for Desert Kingdom inhabitants.
	His cooking skills would be considered by most to be adequate, but Seshat was stringent in her preferences.  She lacks the patience for Anon's inability to keep up with her desires, so she has nitpicked his work as usual.  He once tried suggesting to her to do some of the more precise finishes such as salting the food herself, but she threatened to cut his breaks if he ever argued with her again.  It didn't help that her nagging made it frequent for him to misremember her feedback and repeat mistakes.

	Once the sun fully set, the glowstones of the Desert Kingdom illuminated, allowing the city to retain some of it's bustling activity even at midnight.  Thankfully for Anon, this meant the remainder of his work would be relatively easy and without a bitch glaring at the back of his neck.  He got to go outside and enjoy the cool air of night he was more accustomed to.  All he's supposed to do now is sweep and dispose of trash.  It was during this time he dreamed of his revenge against those who subjugated him.  For the most part, Seshat didn't really seem to care too much about what Anon was really doing at that time as long he was back in an hour.  She was no night owl.  She kept to her sleep schedule even if it meant cutting off a chapter in the story she was reading short.  She made sure Anon was in her home by then and ready for bed.
	"Psst!  Hey dude!"
	Anon normally ignored strangers.  He gets a little worried about how Seshat would feel about conversing with any of them, but he was also quite curious as to who would want to talk to him.  Moving away from the house, he confirms the individual as a sphinx, one of middle age.
	"I'm technically working, make it quick."
	She pulls out a scroll and opens it, revealing it to be blank.  After letting him have a brief look at it, she hands it to him.
	"You look like you could use some help."
	Anon stared at the scroll in his hand, perplexed by this simple gift.
	"Um, thanks, but what should I do with this?"
	"This scroll can help you unlock your mana and grant you access to your innate spells.  You can use them to turn your life around."
	"Really?"  Anon said with surprise.  "And you're just going to give it to me?  This seems valuable."
	"It was given to me by someone while I was in a similar situation of yours.  I used to be a pretty dim sphinx, and my partner was too dense to receive my feelings until it revealed to me what I could do.  Now we're both happy and I want to pay it forward.  I see you every night in such a bad mood, not like all the other men.  They find happiness with their new wives, yet the woman you're with treats you like a slave."
	"But aren't I one?"
	"The whole thing is not what it looks like, trust me."
	Anon doubted that.
	"What do you know about her?"
	"Oh don't get me started.  She always judges everyone, especially me for having any fun that doesn't involve anything 'productive' or 'expanding your knowledge', yet she wastes her time being alone and either brushing her hair or reading some trivial word soup with no practical applications.  She's always disappointed in everyone because she can't handle any slight changes in routine.  There was that time when I--"
	"Okay, okay!"  Anon interrupted her as she was using up too much of his time.  "Sorry, but I need to get back soon.  Will I see you again?"
	"Probably, but once you learn from the scroll, you won't need any more of my help."
	As she begins to walk away, Anon asks one more question.
	"How will I know it'll work?"
	"As long as your heart isn't filled with malice, it'll reveal your inner strength."
	The sphinx resumes her departure, wishing good luck to the man she has aided.
	Anon silently gestures his gratitude to his benefactor.  Skeptical yet excited to find out what this scroll has in store for him, he turns back to the house.  As he reenters, he worries about Seshat asking any prying questions, so he thinks up a story in case she asks, and finds a good hiding spot for his scroll.  Her room had no windows facing where he was, so if her curiosity would ever somehow overcome her investment in reading, she would have to leave to the front door.  Checking the magic sundial, a very convenient and fascinating artifact to Anon, he knew he would have enough time to test the scroll out.
	Before he retrieved the scroll out of its hiding spot, he first made a minor object misplacement at the entrance to the room.  The anubis hated any form of disorganization, so he would have enough time to hide the scroll again with the alert of her approach.  Pulling the scroll out, he remembered what the sphinx said and focused on the blank paper, trying to clear his mind of his bad boss.
	The results unfolded pretty quickly.  Although he saw nothing on the scroll itself, his mind started seeing things.  Although he couldn't quite comprehend what was surging into his brain, he felt something deep inside him rise from his soul.  He felt in his hands the power to create and manipulate new matter, a power that could allow him to impose power over the very woman that pushed him around.  The prospect aroused joy in him.
	But his thoughts suddenly shifted to doubt.  What if the anubis had powers of her own?  Surely she would know a little about the arcane!  The scroll gave him an answer to this as well.  Something in his brow stiffened into a glare, a glare similar to the ones he frequently got from the anubis.  It didn't follow his common sense that this mere look would do anything against the anubis, but he somehow felt power from it.
	He felt his weakness being lifted from him: he felt more powerful, more healthy, more confident.  Now all he had to do was put it to the test.

	Looking back at the clock, he saw how little time actually passed.  What felt like half and hour was barely two minutes.  He still had an a small amount of time to test things out, particularly the matter spell.  Without too much concentration, he managed to pull a black strip from nothing!  His power was not the only thing he discovered.  He felt mana pulled out of his body, something he thought only heroes and mages had.  The piece of soft, black textile he conjured was the product of himself!  With trivial willpower he managed to dissolve it back into the aether.  He didn't know why, but his heart started pounding.  He wanted to try more.  Again he tried to create something else with this substance, this time a black ball in the palm of his hand.  He dropped it down on the floor to discover it bounced.  The sphere was firm but soft.  Dissipating it, he stretched out a cord from thin air, plucking it and hearing its vibrations.  Out of curiosity, he gave it a slight lick.  It had no flavor.   It's safe to say he wasn't going to be using this stuff as emergency food.  Without manually manipulating it, he telekinetically wrapped the string around his index and middle finger and attempted to separate them.  It was definitely tensile material.  He freed his fingers by dissolving it through will alone.  It was also safe to say it was not going to be used against him.
	The remainder of the hour was spent playing with the simple crafts of his matter spell.  By the end of it he started to feel some sort of hunger, but not for food.  The feeling pointed him to the anubis's room.  He didn't know why, but it was the place he had to go to anyways.  He would have to run the bath and wash her, then later massage her before finally being sent to his chambers.  Things were going to end very differently tonight.
	As always, he ran the bath at a lukewarm temperature.  Seshat was very finicky about how warm it was supposed to be.  She would also demand Anon to bathe with her as well in the same tub.  He was used to touching her naked body and since he has suppressed the primal thoughts that spurred from it.  For some reason, on this particular night, it was much harder to avoid the distracting womanly shape, especially the way her waist curved out to her hips and the shapeliness of her bottom.  He didn't have much time to stare at her modest breasts since he was always washing her back, but he nonetheless appreciated them while they were in sight.  The jackal parts of her body were also appealing.  He previously self-conditioned himself to hate those fuzzy ears and furry tail, but this time he found some charm in them.  He was tempted to touch them, but kept his hands off knowing his mistress would dislike that.  She was already getting quite irritated with the frequent accidental tickling on top of how unusually crude he was washing her today.  The not-so gingerly procedure frustrated her more because of how slow he was working.

	After bathing, drying, and hair-brushing his boss, the final task of the night would commence, but plans were about to change.  Seshat was about to get dressed in her pajamas when Anon initiated his assault.  Shooting long black strips from his side, they wrapped and ensnared the anubis, yielding a muzzled yelp out of the bamboozled canine.  However, she was far from subdued.  The room began to glow as she tapped into her own sorcery.  Anon reacted quickly by twisting her around to face him.  He cast his glowing red hexing glare, beaming an aura of suppression at her.  The arcane power and the angry face of the anubis faded out, stunning her with more surprise.  Now all Anon had to do was securely restrain this animal.
	The mistress had a little fight left in her.  Her legs were still free, so she could still hold a solid stance to resist Anon's pull.  This was quickly dealt with as strips of magic matter wrapped around her ankles, pulling them together as she was forced to walk closer and closer to her disgruntled servant.  One she was well within arm's reach, the band around Seshat's mouth vanished by Anon's will.
	"YOU DARE DEFY AND DISRESPECT YOUR MISTRESS!?  I AM YOUR TEACHER AND LEADER!  WHEN I PUNSIH--!"
	As evidenced by the black ball promptly shoved into her mouth, the removal of the sash was not to let her speak, but to upgrade her gag.  Two strips from the sphere wrapped itself around her head and melded at the ends.
	"You have put me through enough punishment, miss!  I've been sick of your disrespect for me since day one!  Now it's your turn to learn respect!"
	The jackal struggled and ranted harder, both futile actions in her compromised state.  All that resulted was her tightly bound body twisting and gag noises.  The complete helplessness of Anon's anubis boss, along with the hunger for mana caused by his expense of magic, fully awakened a feeling deep in him.
	He wanted to fuck that bitch.
	Wanting to get the action started, he hauled the anubis onto her bed face-down and elevated her bottom to get her into proper position.  As aroused as he was, he did not want to be too cruel in his revenge.  He was still curious about her canid features, and even if he hated her, he didn't want to be a barbarian.  Coming up beside her, he caressed one of her tall ears.  Those very ears expressed her imposing and strict personality, and now they were within his fingers.  Seshat's face didn't look too distressed, and it seems she has stopped struggling for now.  Next he stroked her long, black hair.  He's very familiar with it, but never really analyzed it like this before.  It wasn't very damp now, but it possessed the scent of shampoo.
	"I would've never admitted this to you before, but in spite of what you put me through, I've always thought you as beautiful."
	Seshat blushed.  She didn't want to admit how touched she was by his compliment.
	Anon's hand started to slowly work its way down her back.  He was eager to have his way with her, but with the state his captive was in, he wanted to take some time in easing her into this, as well as thoroughly relishing in his prize.
	"Until now, I saw you as nothing but cold and harsh.  But right now, you're warm and soft.  I wonder if things would've turned out very differently if we actually connected."
	The mistress thought about what Anon just said.  She never really hated him.  In fact, she really did appreciate everything he did for her and his improvements.  She's been told by her peers about her difficulty with reading emotions and social cues.  She just assumed he was submissive, but failed to detect the resentment he had.  It's pretty clear now he hates having things beyond his control.
	As she contemplated, her assistant began to gently handle her fuzzy tail that started right above her buttocks.  He was getting close to his final destination.  He was also easy in groping her womanly posterior.  She hummed softly through her obstructive gag.
	Examining her vulva, Anon concluded she was ready for him.  He got up on his knees and greedily grabbed her hips.  The anubis swayed her hips and murmured to him to put it in.  The master was careful in this process, but he was far from nervous.  He was slow in his intrusion, and though the anubis cried out as he slowly went deeper, her noises were not of pain or discomfort, but of arousal and carnal pleasure.  The feeling of Anon working her from within, all while she's trussed up as a helpless damsel, began to overwhelm her mind with lust.  Her pussy's grip on her mate's manhood was snug and soft, giving it a milking sensation.
	As Anon accelerated in his thrusts, he also began to grab onto more than just his bitch's waist.  He didn't want to mess with her hair, so he gave the strap of her ball gag a tug to assert more of his dominance.  To further celebrate this moment, he tightened a choker around her neck with his mana, making her let out a "Grk!".  He slowed down and asked if she could breathe fine.  She let out a moan of affirmation and pushed into him to get things resuming.  Within the next few seconds her mind was awash with the need to orgasm.
	"Uuuuhh!  U'm cuhmmun, An-un!"
	Anon got her word and was ready to release.  He sped up his thrusts more and more, becoming increasingly rough with her by pulling her tail and groping her butt.  Her muffled screams of sexual madness increased until both finally released.  A mind-blowing shot of chemicals flooded the brains of the couple, followed by exhaustion and ecstasy.

	The aftermath consisted of Anon cuddling with Seshat, the latter still bound, but at least the ball gag was removed from her mouth.  This moment was nothing like any other time they were together.  Yesterday, Anon was a slave to his mistress and his grudge.  Today, they were both masters of their own happiness.
	"Anon," Seshet spoke.  "I didn't mean to make you feel like hell all those days before.  I should've known better.  I just want you to do what is best for you."
	"I think I get what you mean."  Anon softly replied.  "I'm just glad that things somehow blew up favorably in the end."
	"Starting tomorrow, I'll make sure I listen to you, not just the other way around."
	"I just hope you aren't afraid of me now."  Anon withered away the ropes of matter.  "I was pretty savage with you just several minutes ago."
	"Nah!  I think you could do better."  Seshat let out a yawn.  "But not tonight.  We can try again tomorrow, same time same place."
	"Sure."  Anon let out his own yawn  "But one day, I would like to try something different."
	As the two lovers fell asleep, Anon wondered if this wasn't just the end of bad times, but the beginning of an adventure to pursue knowledge and power.