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Bhurzo shook the sand from his brown fur after he had nearly slid headfirst down into the chamber he had just found quite accidently, the wolf coughing as he slowly steadied himself to his feet. He had gone to the old temple as a favor to another archologist that was a friend of his in order to get some hieroglyphics that their photographs of had turned out to be too dark to make out. It seemed rather straightforward and he had been in the area waiting for approval on a dig of his own, and when he had gotten to the temple he found it to be like most others that had been discovered in that area. The art that was attempting to be preserved on the walls was one of the few things that was left that held any significance for the area save the structure itself; anything of worth that wasn’t a ten-ton statue or painted on the wall was either taken out by archeologists such as himself or more likely stolen by grave robbers that plundered the area some years ago.

As Bhurzo followed the directions that were given to him by his friend however he found that the mural he was supposed to photograph wasn’t on the wall, which had prompted him to scratch his head and look around. Since the temple was mostly open it was unlikely that he would get lost and wandered the back hallways a bit until finally he found himself staring at a giant portrait of the god Anubis. Unlike the more weathered versions this one was protected from more of the elements by not being out in the main hall, though it made him wonder why they would put such an amazing piece of art further away from where the worshippers would be… plus if he remembered his friend correctly this wasn’t a temple dedicated to Anubis either. It didn’t matter to him either way and since he hadn’t seen any other paintings in the area Bhurzo assumed that this was the one and took out the camera to snap a picture.

The second that the flash went off Bhurzo suddenly felt the floor fall out from under him, causing him to let out a shout of surprise as he dropped to the stone and slid down the steep slope into the sandy tunnel beneath him while more of the sand cascaded around him. Fortunately it wasn’t too far to the bottom and the sand that had gathered on the trap platform had managed to cushion his fall as he landed head first. As he got his bearings he found himself looking down the long, darkened corridor of a tunnel lighted only by the sun streaming in from the temple above him.

Though it was possible for him to get back up from where he came Bhurzo found his curiosity getting the better of him and he took the flashlight from his bag so that he could investigate the tunnel further. This is why you always keep your equipment on you, the wolf thought to himself with a grin as he began to move into an unexplored section of the temple, or at least an area that he imagined was. He wasn’t quite sure how the others managed to miss this section but if he could find something of note then it would be well worth the ire of his friend to find something that may upstage him. As he made his way down he saw that the worked stone was unadorned and a bit rough, which made him wonder if perhaps this might have just been some sort of utilitarian tunnel and he would soon find himself outside of the temple on the edge of a cliff or something. When he turned a corner however the wolf found himself looking at a large stone door that had a jackal head carved into it, another sign of Anubis as he started to push on it after checking to make sure that it was safe.

After a bit of effort he finally got the door to move, groaning loudly as he felt the heavy stone start to slide away. It didn’t help the sand underneath his feet caused him to slip several times but eventually Bhurzo managed to make enough of an opening that he could slide his muscular body between the large gap. Once he had gotten through to the other side he pulled out his flashlight again and looked around, and as his eyes were greeted with the glint of gold he felt his jaw drop to the floor. Inside the room were large stone statues of jackal warriors, all of them carved in stunning detail as though they could leap off their platforms and painted in black that almost looked fresh as it shined in the light. They were adorned with golden jewelry too, but the bulk of what was shining in the reflection of the beam was the pile of treasure that laid at the feet of the huge statue of Anubis at the far end of the hall.

Incredible, Bhurzo thought to himself as he took out his camera once more and began to snap pictures, finding himself in awe not only in the treasures that were down here but also in the fact that he was probably the first person to stand in these chambers since they were used thousands of years ago. While he was surprised that the other team missed it he reasoned if they hadn’t seen or activated that trap door, which was another marvel of engineering in itself, they probably would have missed it unless they brought in ground radar to sweep the place. It was something they were probably going to do after they see this, the wolf mused with a grin as he finished taking pictures and went over to examine the treasure itself. With only his flashlight to light the room he had to hold it up in one hand and use the other to move things around, though some of the items like the gold statuary honoring the jackal god were quite heavy.

As Bhurzo found among the trinkets a gold necklace with an emerald jackal head pendant that he held up in the air he found himself biting his lip. He had not intended on taking anything from this sacred place but the more he thought about it the more they would likely require proof to believe his pictures, and he couldn’t think of anything better than something that would probably be worth seven figures. Plus since he didn’t know how to put the floor back into place it left this area open for grave robbers and other thieves, and if by poor fate they did find this place it would be one less thing for them to profit off of. After taking another picture of it he put it into his satchel and then turned to leave, only to let out a yelp of surprise after something wrapped around his chest and lifted him off the ground!

THIEF.

The word seemed to reverberate in the wolf’s skull and as he dropped the flashlight in order to try and get himself out of the hold the beam actually reflected on a large golden plate and illuminated what had caught him, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a pair of shiny black muscular arms. When he tried to hit his fists against them it was like he was punching into a wall and as Bhurzo looked back up he gasped as the eyes of the Anubis statue started to glow. “No, I wasn’t trying to steal anything!” Bhurzo shouted, though as his shirt was torn off his body by one of the other statues that had come up next to him he heard a thud and saw that the amulet had fallen out of his pocket, the two statues looking down at it before looking back at him. “I mean it, I just needed something that I could show that this place exists!”

Bhurzo suddenly saw mental images in his mind’s eye, seeing other archeologists like him coming in and emptying tombs and temples of their artifacts. The wolf realized in the eyes of the god that they were stealing and the only difference between them and the grave robbers he hated was that they put a tag on it and sometimes put it out on display after getting a hefty profit from it. Even though the case was made he continued to try and argue that he was not like that, but it appeared the statues had made up their mind as they tore the rest of his clothing from his body until he was held up in the air while completely naked. A few seconds later he was brought down to the ground onto his knees before the Anubis statue, and before he could get up again a pair of stone hands pressed against his shoulders and essentially pinned him there.

“For too long your kind has come into my places of worship and has helped themselves to my treasures,” a loud, powerful voice echoed in Bhurzo’s head as he began to feel strange, like someone was pulling him towards the statue but with his body not moving at all. “If you are what you claim then you will aid me in my desire to make sure that this not only happens again, but to also teach the world for what happens when you mess with the realm of a god. Now I shall mold you into my servant so that you may repay the world for its actions against me and my kind.”

As Bhurzo continued to feel himself getting tugged the wolf began to pant as his chest did suddenly get pulled forward, but with the statues holding him in place all he could do was grunt as it felt like he was falling underwater while also being pulled to the surface. It happened several more times with increasingly powerful force and finally he let out a loud gasp as the sensation ceased, only to be replaced with one of emptiness as his head slumped forward. Even though the pulling had stopped it still felt like he was moving and when one of the statues leaned in and angled his head back up his eyes widened as he saw the light that the area was bathed in was no longer just due to the flashlight. It was him, or at least the bright blue spirit of him that was slowly lifting up into the air as he saw his own chest and arms get pulled out of his body.

Bhurzo tried to shout for whatever was happening to stop but found himself unable to speak, his body not responding to him as his frantic breathing slowed and he felt his muscles relax. Even though he was still looking out of the eyes on his physical body everything else seemed to be tied into the spirit of himself that continued to rise up and away. When his large wolf feet were the last to pull out of his physical form he found himself unable to move a muscle, though as he tried he could see that his spirit form did flail about a bit. As he watched his other self it stopped as something began to come out from the statue itself, the eyes of his spirit widened when he saw that it was pitch black and shaped in the form of a jackal.

Anubis.

The entire chamber filled with the power of the god as he drifted down towards his own spirit, and though he saw himself try to run away Bhurzo could see that he wasn’t going anywhere. Both versions of him let out a silent gasp as Anubis drifted down until he was behind his spiritual body, and when the ghostly wolf was turned around by an unseen force he could feel the god’s fingers as they wrapped around his wrist. There was a flash of gold and when it was gone his spirit had a pair of golden bracers on his arms, which had been blue until tendrils of black started to push their way from where Anubis grabbed him. Despite not being able to move Bhurzo could feel his fingers twitch as he watched his own soul get corrupted right in front of him, and could also see how Anubis planned to finish him off as a girthy shadow cock manifested between the god’s legs.

The spirit version of himself continued to struggle but the Bhurzo down on the ground almost wanted to tell himself that it was no use, especially as the jackal’s muzzle opened and clamped around his. As the wolf could feel the godly tongue inside of his maw he could also feel something out of his physical one, feeling a thick, viscous substance start to drool out of the corners of his mouth and stain the fur there a similar black color that began to spread over his spirit. Anubis continued to make out with his soul form for a while before he pulled back, the lupine spirit’s maw stained with black that was slowly spreading over it as the god wrapped his muscular arms around him and pulled him forward. As soon as their chests touched Bhurzo could feel something happening inside of his body, feeling his insides shift as the fur there started to look wet and matted while the black coloration spread out over his soul.

Anubis shifted his astral body down and brought Bhurzo’s groin to his lap, and as he did the head of that godly cock began to shift up inside of him. This was how he was going to claim his soul, the wolf managed to think as the jackal leaned close and licked his ear, which in the real world started to leak more of the rubbery goo as it twitched. His soul form arched when the rather large shaft was shoved between the cheeks of his rear, which he was able to see from below as he also felt the intense pleasure radiate downward. As the shadow of the god began to spread over his soul he not only felt the thick cock throbbing while it thrusted inside his body with little resistance but also felt something leak out of his tailhole as the divine power flooding into him continued to manifest in his physical body.

Fuck, that is hot, Bhurzo thought as he watched his soul get thrusted into and corrupted by the god, feeling his own body start to vibrate from already starting to feel overwhelmed. Despite not being touched yet in his soul form his cock was rock hard as the goo pushing out from him began to spread over his fur, assimilating it just like the darkness did with his spirit form. When Anubis reached down to the legs of the soul wolf and clamped around his ankles there was another flash of light and a pair of gold ankle bracelets formed around the wolf to further bind him to his new god. Bhurzo’s eyes began shifting back and forth in time with Anubis plowing into his tailhole and as the fur of his chest became completely shiny the skin wiggled from the tentacles of power still transforming him underneath.

As the blue light of his spirit was being subsumed to black Bhurzo started to feel a strange sense of disconnection to the creature above him start to happen. While he could still feel the intense rutting of the god as Anubis turned the wolf spirit around it started to not feel like him, like the identity of the wolf was disappearing the longer he was exposed to the power of the deity. His mental image wasn’t the only thing starting to deform either as his fingers started to look like they were melting, the goo that was dripping down them from both his fur and the copious amount pouring out of his mouth by this point coating it. His entire body was starting to lose its definition and despite his melting form the only thing that he could focus on was the scene that played out in front of him.

By this point most of the blue spirit body had been turned completely black as tendrils of power could be seen from Anubis slithering over and through the soul that he had corrupted and claimed. Even his head had been mostly covered, but as the soul wolf was turned to face the god behind him Bhurzo found himself still surprised despite the intense haze of pleasure as the jackal’s maw opened and completely enveloped his head all the way down to his neck. When it did the physical creature below tilted his head back and let out a loud gurgle as more of the goo flowed out of him and coated his head in a similar fashion, layer after layer being applied as it felt like a full body orgasm. The gooey creature fell back as the statues that had been supporting him had backed away, their assistance no longer needed as the entire body of the physical wolf was so coated in the goo that even spurted out of his growing cock that it looked like he was melting as the last of his features disappeared under it.

Though his eyes were covered Bhurzo was still able to see as Anubis pulled back, revealing that the soul he had just engulfed had a blank face and a gold collar around his neck. This creature had no identity because it needed none, it had become a servant of Anubis as it began to sink back down to the floor. As it parted from the god Anubis did one last alteration and rubbed his hands against the wolf’s tail, which while it kept its lupine nature had a bright gold ring at the base that matched the one in the same position around his cock. For a few seconds there was nothing but silence as the corrupted soul was brought back to its deformed vessel, the spirit flowing back inside and a few seconds later a gasp coming from the reformed mouth.

As soon as spirit and body were brought back together the gooey body of the creature became firm once more, exposing the lithe form of the new jackal drone as the faceless being sat up. While he still had a mouth and ears there was nothing that defined him, not needing eyes to see anymore as the darkness of the room was no longer an issue to the creature that stood there. In the light of the flashlight his body shined with an unnatural luster like statues that guarded the temple, and as the jackal drone silently stood there they returned back to their original configurations save for one that took the amulet and put it around the new drone’s neck. As the rubbery creature regained the last of his definition the goo on his wrists, ankles, and collar shifted and turned gold to match the bindings Anubis had given his soul as he waited to be needed, which turned out to be much sooner than anticipated…

Up above in the empty temple two men made their way inside, the snake and the raccoon both looking out for anyone that might be guarding the place while making their way in. The two had been in there before after the original archeologists had discovered the place, but when they found nothing of value they left empty handed. The snake man had decided to put up a portable webcam in case there was any additional activity and when they saw another wolf archologist make their way in and not come out they got curious if he had found something new. Since there was only the one they decided to go in and see for themselves, and if the wolf had found something they would take care of him and steal everything they could.

“Feel bad for plugging this guy,” the snake robber said while they looked around to see where the wolf had gone. “We going to do it regardless if there’s stuff to take?”

“Depends on how much of a fuss he puts up,” the raccoon thief replied, looking around in frustration as he scratched his head. “And if we can find him. Where in the hell did he go?”

“Over here!” the snake shouted from around the cover, the raccoon rushing over to see what his partner had found and gasped in surprise as he nearly stumbled into the large hole in the floor. “Definitely wasn't here before, our boy found himself a secret passage!” The grins on the faces of the two grew wider as they both slid down the steep decline and landed on the pile of sand below. They could tell that the wolf had already been there and turned on their flashlights as they made their way in.

Though the door at the end was already opened the two pushed it a bit more, letting out sounds of awe as the peeked inside with their flashlights. “Jackpot,” the raccoon whispered as the two excitedly pushed in to go to the other side. “Alright, the guy has to be around here somewhere so we find him before we start looting.”

“Yeah… sure…” the snake replied as he eyed up the jewelry that adorned the statues, though as both stopped being distracted and began to move forward they were stopped when they saw a similar but shinier faceless jackal standing there in front of them wearing only an emerald jackal pendant. “Whoa, was that there before or am I seeing things? Look at the rock around its neck though…”

As the previous idea of finding their target first vanished the two approached the strange statue, only for the snake to suddenly trip as he got close. He let out a string of curses about the shoddy stonework and tried to get up, only to suddenly have what felt like a stone foot press against his back and keep him on his hands and knees. When he looked back he gasped in shock as the jackal statue had somehow moved and was hovering over him, his face looking down as though to dare him to try and run. A muffled grunt suddenly turned his attention back to the one in front of him and as he saw the jackal drone pressing his muzzle up against the face of his raccoon partner he suddenly found his own serpentine snout stretched open by a thick rubbery cock!

The drone of Anubis couldn’t believe how easy it was to take these two, sensing their malevolent intentions before they even got down into the temple. Had they stood before his god they surely would have become food for Sobek, but with the powers granted to him they could be used for far more useful purposes. As the two grave robbers struggled they suddenly felt like they were being pulled like taffy and as the rubber drone stepped back the heads of both men suddenly appeared in doubles before their spiritual counterparts were pulled out from where they made contact. The soul of the snake’s maw continued to remain impaled on his cock while his rubber tongue dragged out the raccoon’s soul, and as he continued to separate the two he saw their physical bodies relax.

Once he had separated them fully the hands of the drone pressed back against their heads and continued to keep his tongue and cock inside their spiritual manifestations, watching as the blue started to turn black where his physical body met them. Though the drone didn’t have quite the majesty of his god he was getting the job done, being rewarded with pleasure as both souls started to go from squirming to sucking on their respective appendages while the darkness spread. As their souls were being morphed and twisted the drone could see that black goo had begun to leak from both their mouths and nostrils, which would soon spread over their entire bodies. By the time he was done with them there would no longer be two grave robbers that stood there as the drone thrusted his hips and head forward to push deeper into their corrupted souls, there would just be three jackal drones that would be ready to serve Anubis and allow them to move to the next part of their plan…

A week later an arctic wolf frowned as he looked at his phone, scrolling through the messages that he had sent to his friend and seeing no response. “Is Bhurzo still not texting you back?” a cheetah that was passing by with a large box said. “I thought that you just sent him to one of your old digs for pictures.”

“Yeah, it’s not like him to just leave me high and dry after saying he would,” the arctic wolf said with a sigh as he put his phone away. “I guess I’m just worried about him is all, I guess there’s been a rash of disappearances in that area recently and I’m just hoping that he’s not one of them because I sent him there. Oh, before I forget, did you get everything that I brought back from the last dig catalogued and set up for display?”

“Yep, just finished up and bringing this back to storage,” the cheetah replied. “Then I’ll get to unpacking the stuff that came for you today once I drop this off. And don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.”

The arctic wolf sighed and thanked the cheetah, going back to his phone and deciding to send another message as the feline walked back to the museum’s storage room. As he sent the rather lengthy text however something that the other man had said struck him as odd, enough that he came up from his screen with a confused look on his face. “I don’t have anything else coming from Egypt,” the archeologist hopping off the box he had been sitting on and heading into the store room, which appeared to be empty as he looked around. “Hey, Arnie, are you sure that there’s something addressed to me?”

As he looked around for where the cheetah went off to he noticed several large boxes sitting on the concrete floor, several of them already cracked open, and as he went over to them he saw that they were in fact addressed to him. He would remember if he was bringing back such large artifacts, he thought to himself before a loud grunt attracted the lupine’s attention. When he heard it again he saw it was coming from another large set of boxes and assumed it was the cheetah he was looking for just putting away whatever was inside. As he got around the corner though he let out a gasp and as his phone dropped to the floor it landed with a large crack while his hands went to his muzzle.

The first thought that the archeologist had was that the cheetah was lying there dead, especially as something gurgled out of his mouth and had started to coat his face, but as the physical form of the feline rocked back and forth he saw a strange rubber jackal creature standing above the body… having sex with a ghostly blue version of the cheetah on the floor. As his eyes widened he could see something was happening to both sets of men, a growing black patch starting to ooze over the back of the pants of the man while his soul was turning black where the thick cock of the other man had slid inside of it. The arctic wolf shook his head several times to try and shake himself of this hallucination but as soon as he looked back up the same scene was before him except that the waistband of the physical cheetah had snapped and revealed shiny black flesh similar to the jackal. When his brain finally was able to start moving again it told the arctic wolf to run, but before he could do that another jackal came up from behind the boxes and pounced on top of him.

The arctic wolf fell backwards and ended up on the floor, letting out a grunt as he had the wind knocked out of him when the jackal drone landed on top of him. As the archeologist squirmed the servant of Anubis tilted his head as the face of the other man struck a note of familiarity, much like the name he had written down on the address label to get there, but it mattered little to him as the emerald jackal head pendant swung from his neck. This was another robber of the gods, and he would be dealt with as such as he began to push his cock between the clothed legs of the creature. With what the arctic wolf had seen happening to his cohort he tried to push the rubbery drone off of him, but as the shiny hips rocked up and down his entire body relaxed and his eyes went glassy before a bright blue version of his own face rose up.

As the rest of the arctic wolf’s soul rose up, his ethereal legs wrapping around the drone that had slid his cock inside the tailhole of the spiritual creature before lifting him out, the drone could hear loud banging noises to his left. The faceless jackal looked over to see the remaining boxes that hadn’t been open suddenly explode out, the drones within breaking out in order to seek others that dared to steal from their god. As the others began to make their way through the facility the one with the necklace continued his work, bringing the lupine into the embrace of Anubis as he saw the pants of the physical body begin to tent. As his squeaky chest rubbed against the soul of the arctic wolf he took his foot and pushed them down to let the cock free, watching it spurt the same black substance that would eventually coat their entire being and create another that will return ALL of what was stolen from Anubis back to him.