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That's a Wrap!

by Alice Clawford

Commission for ArcRawks

Rawks looked at his ticket again, wondering if he should be here. It had been a spur of the moment, he saw a competition and decided he would enter it, because it promised a visit to a real sarcophagus. Rawks had never seen them before, at least not a real one. It sounded cool, like a lot of fun and something different to do. He wasn't one for Halloween parties as it never played too well with his social anxiety. Being left alone to see a sarcophagus, however... how often did you get that?

It was when he finally arrived at the doors that he felt like second guessing himself. He was currently at a museum that kept ancient artefacts behind glass for the most part and was a good source of information and learning about history. Rawks loved coming here every so often when he wanted to learn about something. The museum was open to the public, there were just some areas behind where the researchers worked that they couldn't go into. Rawks was standing just outside the door of the employees and scientists only area, right as the instructions told him to and as the museum staff had informed him more than once. He was... he wanted to make sure he wasn't lost or disturbing anybody.

Within minutes of him pondering to himself and debating if he should turn back, a scientist reptile opened the door to see the teal coloured vulpine standing there anxiously. Rawks lowered his ears in apology, about to utter a sorry, when the dinosaur smiled.

"Ah! You're the competition winner, correct? Rawks, was it?" His voice was strong, bold with a hiss at the end common for most reptiles. Rawks felt a little empowered by this and the open friendliness of the lizard.

He smiled back, his ears back up and his tail moved away from his legs. "Ah, yes. I'm Rawks. I'm... hoping I'm in the right place?"

"Of course! You're absolutely fine! Come on in! We ask you sanitise your paws before touching anything." The lizard informed him as he stepped inside and waited for Rawks to follow. He did. "My name is Dr Agapetos MacIver, but you can call me Dr Aga. I've specialised in Egyptian mythology and history for years and in fact I made a paper discussing the height of Egyptian power under their Pharaohs and kings. Well, before the Roman Empire ruined all of that."

Rawks nodded his head and followed the scientist into the room, sanitising his paws as he went in. The scientist continued to chatter about his paper, stating facts and his opinions on how the Egyptians ran their country, their lifestyle back in the day and so forth. A lot of the information was interesting to Rawks, and he clung to it, hoping he would remember all of it when the tour was over. He wished he had a pen and paper, but he enjoyed listening to the voice of the scientist regardless and didn't want to interrupt.

They went on until they reached a door. The scientist smiled as he punched in a number too fast for Rawks to follow. Clearly, he was confident enough to show it off, but Rawks didn't know how to get in the first doorway, so he supposed fair enough.

"In here we have the sarcophagus, we ask that you look but don't touch. The mummy inside is thousands of years old and we haven't cracked it open yet, though we were hoping to next week. We're making a few more scans before we determine if it's safe enough to do so. We have no idea what kind of diseases might be on the corpse." The scientist shrugged. "I don't think there's any harm in it, it'd be fascinating to see inside, but the mummy inside would deteriorate faster once we open the casket. I'd rather we didn't." Rawks just nodded, he didn't feel qualified enough to give an opinion, but he did agree with Dr Agapetos. There was just... something about opening a tomb that just... didn't sit right with him. Mummies were made to preserve those who could afford it, just how many cremate or bury their dead now, it felt wrong to disturb them.

The door opened into a white room that was otherwise nearly featureless. The sarcophagus was lying there on a table, still slightly dirty from when it was dug out and hadn't been cleaned entirely. It looked like it had been wiped a little, carefully, cleaned delicately, but the marks etched in and dirt ground in remained, the scientists clearly too afraid of damaging it to try to clean it properly.

Dr Agapetos lead the way in and Rawks's mouth smiled as he saw the thing lying on the table. This was unlike anything he had ever seen! It was different, knowing you could see it with your own two eyes, seeing the shapes and delicate cuts into the object to give the sarcophagus character. It looked very regal, like it might have belonged to a particularly rich or powerful individual from ancient Egypt. There was a short false beard Rawks remembered seeing on some Egyptian drawings on the sarcophagus, as well as a depiction of a head piece. Along the side of the sarcophagus, there were drawings and writing in what Rawks could assume was Ancient Egyptian, but he had no idea what any of it meant.

"This, we assume it's a sarcophagus of an ancient king or Pharaoh of Egypt, though we aren't sure who it belongs to yet." Dr Agapetos began, his voice reaching a higher pitch in his excitement. "The regal clothing and bright colours of the sarcophagus, as well as intricate designs and writing indicates someone certainly of high status. As well as the fake beard and head piece, usually reserved only for the kings of Egypt."

Rawks was absolutely fascinated with this. There was a smell in the room, it irritated his nose from how dusty it was, but he wasn't at all surprised. He shook his head to stave off his sinuses and looked to the doctor. "Can I get a bit closer?"

"Of course! Just don't touch it, we're not sure how delicate it may be." The doctor informed him and with a smile, Rawks got a little closer. Then, there was a call behind from the door. The dinosaur turned around and called back. There was a brief conversation that Rawks could barely understand, far too technical and specialised for him, before the doctor turned back to Rawks with an apologetic smile. "Ah, would you mind staying in this room for a while? I need to sort something really quickly. There are cameras in this room, so you'll be safe and I'll keep the doors open. Just stay by the door when you're done." Well, that was unexpected, but Rawks nodded his head anyway and watched as the dinosaur turned around and left. He wondered if he just spoke about the cameras in case he tried anything out of character, negligence or if he would try to steal anything. He shrugged his shoulders, a tad nervous to be left alone, but it felt somewhat refreshing he could just take it in.

It lay there, the prize he'd won. He could see it with his own eyes and see the delicate paint work that went into this. Inside would be a mummy, a dead body that had been preserved for thousands of years wrapped in cloth. It's really amazing, to know that something could survive for so long! He walked all around it, taking it all in bit by bit.

"Wow..." Rawks couldn't help but be amazed and smile. Yes, this all made it worth it. "This is really amazing. I'll never forget this moment, to have seen a real dead Pharaoh." His tail wagged slightly. "I wish I could take a picture to remember you by. I don't want to forget this moment." He said to himself, taking in every single paint and cut of the sarcophagus, trying to paint it to memory.

However, suddenly, Rawks felt a slight chill in the air. It was unexpected, and he couldn't hear any of the fans working in the room to make it this cold, but he suddenly huddled and hugged himself as the room temperature dropped from warm, to chilly. Worried, he turned around and was about to call out through the door, when it suddenly slammed shut.

Rawks's eyes grew wide and he rushed to the door. He grasped the door handle and pulled it down, but nothing. "Oh no... oh no, oh no." He muttered, petrified as he felt locked up in a room with a dead body.

"Hey! What's going on in there!?" He heard a voice call on the other side. So, it wasn't their doing!?

"Help! I'm stuck! It won't open!" Rawks cried, and he saw the handle jiggle from the scientists on the other side trying to open it.

"It's jammed! Quick, get on the computer and unlock it!"

"Please don't leave me here!" Rawks could feel a sob growing from his throat, as he imagined himself being stuck here and slowly starving before the scientists could get him out. He shook and shivered as he tried in vain to get the door to open. Then, he heard a hissing behind him. He looked.

The sarcophagus inched open, the lid open a crack and light smoke began to flood out of it, quickly filling the floor up like a Halloween dance floor. Only, Rawks was pretty sure this wasn't staged. The scientists on the other side sounded pretty panicked and were shouting loudly, the door handle jiggling constantly and alarms were raised as the lid of the sarcophagus opened slower and slower. Rawks couldn't see what was inside of it, but he was sure it wasn't anything good.

Then, flying out of the sarcophagus at fast speed, dusty grey dirty wraps flung themselves out, and like magic, wrapped around the arms and legs of the fox. "Argh!" Rawks cried out in surprise, finding himself suddenly bound and thrown to the floor. He shook his head and could only watch with dread as... something rose from the grave. It was vulpine in shape, like a jackal, with glowing red eyes and definitely not dead. Rawks shivered in fright.

"You... vulpine." It spoke, the voice echoed in the room and it sounded like it was coming from all around, rather than the standing individual before him. Rawks shook harder, absolutely petrified. "You spoke. To always remember me. To never forget. Such devotion! I require that. You. You shall address me as your King."

When Rawks didn't reply, the wraps around his arms tightened and Rawks whimpered. "Yes, my King! I shall!"

"What the fuck is going on in there!?" There was a shout right by the door, but still the door couldn't open.

The jackal laughed. It was... not a promising laugh. It reminded Rawks a lot of those evil villain laughs where resistance was futile. He certainly felt that right now. "Those creatures, they are nothing. Though fascinated by me and of my culture, they are... mere minions. You... you are different. Not a slave, but a loyal subject." More linen threw themselves out of the coffin, heading right for Rawks and the poor fox could do nothing but whimper as he felt the rolls of cloth turn sharp and cut at his clothing. He wasn't sure how, but it missed catching his skin. Some of his fur joined his clothes, shedding onto the floor with his garments, until he was left completely nude. He shivered, cold and terrified, he didn't know what else it wanted from him.

His arms were wrapped from wrist to elbow in wraps, he couldn't move them and his legs were beginning to wrap up just as much. He could feel his tail being pulled and engulfed by linen, as the jackal thing stayed where it was. The smoke was too thick for Rawks to see anything but a dark shape and those glowing red eyes.

"Come now, my loyal subject. I will keep you safe, fed, warm and satisfied." His eyes were hypnotic, red glaring pools staring into his soul that Rawks felt his entire being chill to the bone. Yet, he couldn't look away. His muzzle was covered over as linen wrapped around him, he was effectively gagged as his mouth was encased shut.

Then, his crotch was brushed over. He shivered as he felt his body react and he blushed. Really, his hormones would do this to him? Really now? But he couldn't help it. Not when it seemed like the mummy knew what it was doing. The wraps were doing this on purpose. Moving like a snake, unrolled out, a moving line of linen slithered in front of his hips. Rawks was powerless, unable to move, as he watched the material come closer and closer. Then, it brushed against his front again, right against his sheath. He shuddered, and a low moan left his bound lips and the slight slip of his pink member began to peak out. Delighted, the linen continued to tease him there, brushing against the edges of where his sheath ended and his cock began, where it was really sensitive. Rawks could barely thrust his hips forward in reaction, even as he fought that instinct down hard. But it felt... so good.

"My fox, there's no need to fight it. I know what you need. Look at me." The jackal Pharaoh demanded, and Rawks felt compelled to listen to him. His voice demanded attention, and Rawks was too scared to disobey. "I swear to you, I will take care of you, should you choose to be by my side." He spoke, his voice soft and caring as his glowing red eyes stared right through the fox on the ground. Rawks could feel himself falling, his resistance disappearing and he slowly felt himself giving in. It sounded so lovely, to be doted on, to be taken care of, when nobody else would.

"You are lonely, you're scared, but I can change that. With me, those fears will soon be forgotten. I'll take care of all you needs and treat you with respect." Rawks whined at the promises given. This was some... a magical mummy woken after years of being buried underground, and here it was molesting him and he couldn't fight back. Didn't want to fight back. It was everything he wanted, exactly what he wanted to hear, and he was having trouble refuting what it was saying. Sentient moving wraps, hypnotic red eyes holding him down and his confidence and demands... Rawks believed he could do it, and would do it. He felt safe here, and he whimpered as his erection was brought out fully from its hiding place, fully exposed and the linen began to wrap around it, constricting and rubbing the exact right ways.

There was nothing he could do. The banging of the doors had ceased a while ago now, and he forgot that there were cameras pointing into this room. He didn't care, as he stared at the red eyes of the jackal mummy, as it watched him on the floor, writhing in pleasure. The linen wraps acted like hands, only they engulfed his entire cock and quickly soaked up all pre that leaked from his tip. At first, it was uncomfortable with dry wraps, but that changed once it soaked his pre and began to slide effortlessly against his length. He was forced to lie there and take it, as the wraps jacked him off slowly but surely. He felt hot, wrapped in linen all over, and whilst he was being doted upon, his body was being slowly encased in more linen. His tail was wrapped up tight, his paws were completely taken in and it slowly wrapped over his head. His eyes were left, as if worried it would break the spell, but Rawks couldn't talk anymore as the wraps sealed his mouth shut.

It didn't stop his whimpers and whines, as he got closer and closer to a climax. He could still hear, as his ears were soon wrapped in linen as well.

"There we go, isn't that better? You're doing so well, you're almost done. Then, you'll be just like me, my most loyal companion. I'll take such good care of you, as you will me." It was sweet words like that which was Rawks's weakness. He closed his eyes, those red glares still haunted him behind his closed lids as he'd stared at them so long and felt his entire form shudder. He groaned as he felt himself spill his load, orgasm shuddering through his being and the wraps soaked it all up, as if it were a precious resource.

"There we are. You're almost complete now. Didn't that feel better?" The jackal spoke, and Rawks couldn't help but nod, breathing hard and deep. He had no idea how, but even as his muzzle was entirely bound, he could breathe from his nose perfectly fine. He felt the linen stick to his fur, near fusing with his skin and he flicked his ears as he suddenly heard the jackal much closer than before. "Good. Now that you are satisfied, we can complete the fusion and then, we can be together. We can leave this place and do as we please. Doesn't that sound good?"

"Oh God... yes, my King." Rawks breathed deeply, as he felt his cold patch at his crotch suddenly disappear. That, too, was wrapped up in linen, and now he was finally encased entirely in linen. He couldn't move, he was wrapped up entirely and he was utterly powerless. He could still breathe, he could still smell and he could hear perfectly. His sight had been robbed from him, and he felt himself being picked up.

There was an initial panic, until the jackal spoke again. "Worry not, my companion. I'm merely moving you, so that you can be completed and be one with me. Rest up, the fusion will soon take its hold and you and I will be together for centuries to come. We can have more days like this, more days together, and nobody will ever wrong you again." There was a pause, as Rawks took this all in, his nervousness still not abating, even after he was looked after. "Think of all the knowledge we could attain. I promise to share all mine with you. Will you with me?" Hitting him right where it knew it'd hurt... Rawks could do nothing but whimper.

"Yes... my King." He tried to open his eyes, but all he saw were the burning red eyes of the jackal.

"Good. Rest now, my loyal champion. For tomorrow will be a new day, a new life for you to enjoy. Sleep, and we will live a new life."

Rawks had no energy to argue and found himself drifting off quickly as the jackal ordered.

By the time the scientists were able to get the doors open, both mummies they had caught on film had disappeared. Left over linen was strewn about the floor, small stains of white were left and there, wide open, the tomb of a cursed Pharaoh was opened. And empty.