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“I can help you, but you must know that with divine sorcery, there is always a price to be paid, and it isn't always clear what that price is," the priest told him sagely. “The gods are capricious in their whims at the best of times, especially when dealing with us mortals. Let it not be forgotten that you have not yet ascended to godhood in the eyes of Amun-Ra, and the other spirits are no compulsion to treat you fairly."

The jackal sat cross-legged between a pair of ornate incense braziers billowing lavender- and sandalwood-scented smoke. He was well on his way to his 40th harvest season, and his glossy black pelt was beginning to pepper with strands of gray. His body was adorned with golden jewelry twisted into various religious insignia and inlaid with countless precious stones. The flickering firelight made him glitter. He had served as a vizier and magician to Crown Prince Daggmose's father since the late pharaoh had been a young and inexperienced king.

Daggmose IV nodded once in serious fashion. He intended to keep the priest in his inner circle when he officially ascended to the throne and became a god among furs.

It was tradition for a new king to take his place during the start of the sowing season by taking charge of one of the most sacred duties of his office- the ritual to symbolically bless the great river and fertilize its banks on behalf of the gods.

Daggmose wished with every fiber of his soul not to partake. But there was no way he could refuse. While great reverence was paid to him as the crown prince and future king, he had not yet been officially coronated as monarch and god, and although his word carried great weight, not undertaking such an important role of office would sully his chances of ascension. It was rare for the priests to rebel and choose a new lineage for kingship, happening only once every few centuries, but his current hold on the office was tenuous at best.

For one, Daggmose was not of his father's blood. The pharaoh, a proud and regal mongoose, had sired no cubs with any of his many wives, eventually opting to adopt an orphan he had found in a backwater village as he toured his kingdom. In a bout of eccentricity, he had taken pity on a young rat and gave him a home in the palace. In short order, he had taken a shine to the rodent and gifted him with his family name, deciding to raise him as he would his own. His wives and concubines, however, had their own pious siblings and honorable cousins- all who felt far more entitled to succession than respectful of a rat.

Which was another issue. Rodent anthros were barely tolerated within society. Legend had it that the great lioness goddess Bastet drove the ancient rat and mice barbarians out of the kingdom during the founding of the great golden lands. While none would openly jeer in his direction as prince, he knew of the common term for murines among his people: “Godless Ones." Often spat with derision.

Finally, he found the whole ordeal rather embarrassing on a personal level.

The festival would see the new pharaoh wade out into the aquamarine gleam of the Nile, and stroke himself to completion before ejaculating into its waters. The thought of putting himself on display like that absolutely terrified him. Daggmose couldn't imagine keeping an erection, let alone with achieving climax, while thousands watched him pleasure himself.

With no other choice, he went to his loyal advisor for assistance, particularly in the form of magical courage. Even if all the jackal had to offer was an aphrodisiac potion, Daggmose was willing to chug it by the caskful, but the vizier knew of a spell that would make him virile and eager, ensuring so large a load of semen to fertilize the banks that none would doubt his capacity to be king.

“Very well, then I will need you to disrobe and burn an offering to Heka, Goddess of Magic, and Min, God of Sex in the form of cobra venom and milk thistle while I prepare the rite. The materials can be found in the jars on the upper shelf. Anat helped me refill the venom, just yesterday so it is particularly fresh,“ he said in reference to another priestess, a golden cobra with a richly patterned hood who resembled many depictions of Heka herself.

Daggmose turned his back to the vizier and removed his jewelry first, setting it aside on the carpet-laden sandstone floor. He shrugged off his princely robes next, leaving him standing in only his schenti loincloth. He lashed his tail as he caught sight of himself in the priest's mirror. The smokey glass showed him his exact likeness. Glass was a rarity in the kingdom and it wasn't often he got a chance to examine himself carefully without the distortion of battered bronze or rippling water.

He was a lithe rat with pale gray fur the color of ashen smoke, save for the pink of his flesh on his hairless tail, nose, paws, and inner ears. He was short too, not necessarily for his own species, although he had met few others- certainly none up close while in the palace- to compare, but definitely in comparison to the ox, crocodile, lion, hippopotamus, and other large animals that made up the bulk of the palace occupants. Even most of the avians like the ibis and vultures tended to dwarf him. He had handsomely pointed features, and a cunning glint in his ruby eyes.

The schenti was hardly a covering. It was a small triangle of cotton and flax that barely covered from below his hips to just beneath his fuzzy scrotum. His body was toned and healthy in the way only a lord's could be. He didn't have the bulging muscles of laborers or the beer belly of the merchants, but instead a fine balance to his form that came from years running and playing in grassy fields as a youth and later training with the soldiers as a young adult. He didn't feast heavily and kept his wine and beer intake limited (he didn't like not to be in full control of himself with so many eyes at his back and proverbial blades at his throat). He untangled the knot of his final stitch of clothing and let it fall away as well, blushing.

Daggmose IV was as gifted as any rat, he supposed, with a hefty sac and respectable phallus. It dangled smooth and hairless like his paws and tail.

He retrieved a bundle of milk thistle and ground out some of its milky sap before grinding it into a paste with several droplets of cobra venom. He kept the admixture in the small clay bowl and brought it over to an altar slab. Meanwhile, the priest retrieved idols of the god and goddess to be invoked.

For Heka, the jackal brought a one-foot-tall statuette of a female cobra anthro whose hood was pigmented heavily with vibrant, swirling colors that drew in the eye. For Min, his chosen holy symbol, painstakingly detailed avian phallus resembling that of the falcon god it was modeled upon crafted of solid gold of equivalent size to the other idol.

The priest dropped a pinch of an unknown salt into the small bowl. After an initial puff of smoke and a sizzling sound, the clay vessel's contents ignited in a burst of crimson flame.

“Inhale deep the fumes and recite the chant that I tell you. The vision will come that will tell you what you must do to receive the blessings of the gods."

Daggmose IV did as he was bade, choking on the heavily perfumed smoke that wafted from the tiny vessel. The chant was in the old tongue, lost to time to all but the gods and their priests. He followed each syllable with a steady cadence.

For several minutes, nothing seemed to happen, but eventually his vision swam. His eyes, already tearing from the arcane haze, blurred further, and despite the fires he stood near the room seemed to slowly fade into the distant dark, as if everything stretched and elongated away from him until it smudged and leaked away like oil from a spilled lamp into the sands.

In this fathomless void a figure formed. It was Daggmose himself, seen from behind. The rat gasped, although if it was his own voice that hitched or that of his doppelganger, he couldn't say. The vision of him was naked, tail raised, and squatting over a rug. His back arched and his lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure as he lowered his backside down onto the dildo in the shape of Min's avian length. The clone in the waking dream worked himself onto the idol, doing his best to lower himself to its hilt. When he reached it, he began to rise and fall in smooth motions, riding it, haunches taut.

“Tell me what it is that you are seeing and I shall interpret the will of the gods."

Daggmose heard the voice echo as if from a distant land even though he knew the priest was unseen right beside him. His face felt even hotter than from the heat billowing off of the fire as his blush deepened.

“I'm…I'm pleasuring myself with the, uh, the i-idol of Min."

Suddenly the vision spasmed and shuddered in the throes of orgasm, muscles tensing. Panting, the image of himself lifted itself off of the god's phallus and turned to face him. He saw that his copy's genitals were encased in a strange device. A stout, golden tube encased his penis, crafted of an ornamented coil of gold. The base of the cage looped behind his testicles, holding it securely in place. The rodent had seen the strange apparatus before, typically as a punishment or for helping to break unruly slaves by keeping them chaste without resorting to barbaric methods of castration. Usually they were made of bronze, not a precious metal like gold. He paused, licking his lips nervously before continuing.

“I'm wearing a chastity cage."

“Min wishes you to submit to him. To be taken by him symbolically you must use the idol as seen- likely as many times as you can to prove your devotion. Heka wants your essence to well unspilled within you as a conduit of magical function. You ask for a sexual boon and she asks that you prove its need by denying yourself pleasure as payment…a new temple dedicated to each when you become pharaoh would also not go amiss. Do you accept this price and any other that their fickle wills demand? Do you accept this holy covenant?"

“Yes," Daggmose responded. He intended to be resolute, but his voice quavered more than he intended.

Magic energy swirled about the room, coming first as an invisible hot gust of desert air, but coalescing into vibrant streaks infused with sparkling motes of diamond dust. The golden statuette of Heka suddenly melted into a liquid pool and flowed like molten gold. The fluid metal elongated and twisted. It knotted loops around itself in the air. Without warning the aurum stream lanced toward Daggmose's pelvis and spiraled around his genitals. It molded itself into a new form with a bright flash, and solidified.

When the blindness of the magic eruption subsided and his eyes adjusted to the dark ritual chamber again, he looked down, feeling a heavy weight at his groin. The rat saw that his penis was entrapped into a cage that was stylized to resemble a cobra coiling around his cock and ending in a snake's head, mouth agape, his tip pressed against the pair of fangs that jutted down like bars. His leaking pre would drip from them like drops of venom whenever he pleasured himself. The tail end of the snake had slithered behind his scrotum. There was no seam, no lock, no keyhole. It was as if an artificer had shaped it in one piece around him.

“How will this come free?" He inquired of the priest nervously, motioning to the cage that had manifested around his genitalia.

“You'll have to hold faith that the gods will honor their end of the bargain. Just beware that Heka in particular prefers blessings which are curses in disguise and curses that hold a secret blessing. I know not which way the wind blows when it comes to how she treats you, but rarely does she give without also taking."

At those ominous words, the rat dressed and departed the priest's temple, holding the erect shaft of Min before him. He didn't wish to anger the god by hiding the idol, but he also didn't wish to be questioned as to why he cradled the aspect of the god of sex either, so he walked briskly. He passed through the main hall on the way to his private suite. Royal courtesans, prostitutes, and masseuses lounged in various states of dress in the shallow waters of a fountain pool that dominated the entrance to the wing. Several of his regular bedfellows called out to him, their voices husky and full of desire, especially upon spotting what was essentially a very large sex toy. He shook them off. With his pledge to Min and Heka, he was forced to abstain from the pleasures of the flesh that they offered, instead giving his body fully to the falcon god. Afterall, there was no removing the heavy golden cage between his thighs.

The moon had scarcely risen and he decided that he would start his first act of supplication immediately. He found a suitable rug to place beneath himself and set the enormously heavy bird dildo on it so that it stood as stately and imposing as any other monument in all the kingdom; a golden obelisk rising as if from the desert sands. He had an ewer of oil that he used often as lubrication for sex. Retrieving it, he slathered over the faux phallus with long strokes of his paw, like he was masturbating one of his favorite pleasure slaves, until it was glistening in the lamplight.

He disrobed for the second time that evening. He wasn't sure if he had been more anxious in the first instance or now.

Tail lashing, he straddled the toy and lowered himself until the tapered crown pressed against his tight ring, the metal a rigid spear pointing at his cleft. While he took only male servants into his bed, he preferred to be the dominant partner, and only rarely bent over for another when the mood struck him. Daggmose was unpracticed when it came to such length and girth, so it was slow going.

He bit his buck teeth into his bottom lip as he wriggled his hips down and let the toy's tip gain purchase in his entrance. It pried him open, and his eyes were already bulging and tearing from pressure as he worked the first inch or so in. His rodent cock plumped at the sensation, but even the early stage of his erection was stifled by its tight prison that held him in its vice grip. He continued forward, pausing only momentarily every inch or so, to allow his body to adjust. His heart quickened, and at the same time he would swear that he felt the idol throb and pulse within him as if it were eager for more and urging him onward.

The prince continued to impale himself down onto the golden cock, letting a couple more inches sink into him. The serpentine cage felt as if it were coiling tighter, but if it was really moving or merely his imagination as his penis struggled to inflate, he couldn't say. By the time he had reached the halfway mark and had to slow to a stop to steady his quivering legs, he had never felt so full. An aroused haze clouded his mind, and he felt the first couple of gushes of pre dribble from the chastity cage's menacing maw.

Once he had mustered his energy to continue he sank even lower, letting the dildo spear him down to the hilt. He steadied himself with his paws on the floor in front of him, but was unsure if he'd actually be able to fall over if he had wanted to with the hefty toy buried so deep inside of him. His whole body was alive, tingling with pleasure. His every nerve was aroused by some divine might. He had never felt so sensual and enraptured by being with another anthro. His ring involuntarily squeezed against the unyielding idol. His tail looped around it, as if he could somehow lodge it further into his cleft than it already was.

Daggmose lifted himself several inches in a smooth motion then slid down the thick shaft again. A moan of bliss escaped his lips, husky and raw. He clamped his mouth shut to not alert anyone to activities as he continued- the sandstone halls tended to echo. He rode Min's idol for a long time, falling into a lustful fugue state that he couldn't seem to escape. He felt himself draw close to the precipice of orgasm several times, but every climax was thwarted by the inexplicable sensation of the cage squeezing tighter. Eventually the evening melted away in a blurry haze.

When he woke the following morning to a beam of sunlight stretching in through his window and warming his face, he was still on the sandstone floor with the toy half-buried inside of him. He must've passed out while “honoring Min and Heka." The dildo came loose leaving him feeling stretched and empty. Daggmose made his way on wobbling legs to his private pool for a morning bath, to clean the scent of sweat and sex pheromones off of himself before meeting any others.

As he climbed down into the crystal waters of his ornate bath, he noticed that the cage looked smaller than it had before, as if the snake had indeed coiled tighter and it was not merely the rodent's imagination. Unlike when his cock was struggling to become erect, it didn't feel any more constrictive than when it had first wove its way around his maleness.

He inspected it as he bathed, fighting with himself over whether or not he was delusional, but by his estimate the chastity cage was nearly an inch shorter than it had been the day before. He decided against returning to the priest to try to remove the ritual spell that had been cast. He didn't want to anger the gods by seeking their aid frivolously and he definitely felt the magic flow through him as he was symbolically taken by the god of lust.

After a long day of seeing to his duties as crown prince, he retired to his room and repeated the previous day's process. His desire was even more intense, having already spent a night edging himself. It was torturous to spend so much time in rapture and not erupt a load of lordly cum across his chest fur. Again, the feeling of Heka tightening her vice grip wracked him as he came close to cumming from the idol grinding against the sweet spot within him, spoiling any anal orgasm he might be close to receiving. And again the following morning, he noticed the cage had tightened and shrank further. After the second day that was much more obvious, and it seemed even his testicles had begun to shrink.

He sought the jackal priest in his chambers and, blushing, explained his ordeal.

“Perhaps this is her price, to coil tighter and tighter and make you truly feel her squeeze," the vizier had advised.

“But it doesn't feel tighter, that is what is strange. It feels the same as when we first performed the prayer."

“I'm afraid I have no more answers for you, my prince. As I've said, many gods are capricious and few will be blunt in their edicts and demands. The ritual should only last until the festival of sowing, however. I imagine you will have quite the impressive emission if only two days have passed and you are already so…pent up."

Unsatisfied, Daggmose left and moped in his suite. Perhaps Heka and Min were upset that he only had used the idol once daily? He pleasured himself twice on the third day. Finding himself growing addicted to the process, three more times on the following day. Soon he was spending the majority of his waking hours in his room, stopping only briefly to eat or rest.

By the morning of the festival, when the rodent was being carried on a curtained palanquin by a dozen of his honor guard, it was clear that his efforts to halt the tightening cage had not borne fruit. The cage was a scant third of its original size at the very most, and the cobra's ruby eyes sparkled with an ethereal mirth. The priest rode with him, needing to help him release the spell before the main event.

He chanted a prayer and passed his paw over the exposed cage, for Daggmose wore nothing but his schenti loincloth for his role in the day's festivities. The cage, moving as if it were alive again, relaxed its coils and slithered to a cushion where it reformed as a cobra statuette.

Both of their eyes popped wide when they saw what was left behind.

The rat had been fairly gifted when it came to size, with large rodent testicles and a long, attractive penis, but now he was laughably small. His balls were once a pair of hefty figs but now the size and weight of sun withered grapes, and his cock seemed like it belonged to a cub whose voice had yet to deepen. His thumb easily outsized it in terms of both length and girth.

“What have you done! You need to reverse this immediately!" Daggmose commanded. He hoped to give his voice the edge of a sovereign, but it shook with worry.

“It was not me who demanded a price, it was the gods. And there is no time, my prince. I'd need to consult the scrolls and study the tablets for a remedy, then gather materials and prepare the ritual chamber to perform it. That is assuming, of course, that there is some known spell to increase one's size. Then that would have unforeseen consequences as well. You're due out there in mere moments to play your part."

“I can't go out like this."

“You will be a god amongst anthros this evening when you are crowned with the royal mask, none would dare laugh at you come the morning."

“It isn't tomorrow morning I'm worried about!"

He grabbed his minute shaft between his thumb and forefinger. His cock was sensitive after having been locked away without touch all week. It twitched and swelled into an erection, although its size didn't increase much at all. His wood was maybe two and a half inches long at most.

An utterance from outside heralded his approach to the crowd and his palanquin was set down. He dropped the flap of his loincloth over his embarrassingly undersized erection just in time for the curtain to part and a few local nomarch governors greet the nearly naked rodent and offer their paws to help him to his feet.

He felt horribly exposed as he walked through the crowds that parted for his retinue. He hadn't run around unclothed since he had reached an age where it was considered inappropriate, and he was pretty sure he was larger as a youth than he was now. Daggmose couldn't stop the festival now. He didn't have a pharaoh's authority yet, and if he tried to forgo the responsibility, he would never have it. If the harvest was poor and he had refused to help with the sowing by fertilizing the Nile with the seed of the gods, then his best hope would be exile, but more than likely sacrifice.

He waded into the shallows and looked about for which direction the crowd was thinnest, but the press of bodies on both banks was so great that it felt that the entire kingdom had turned out to watch. With a quivering paw, he untied and removed his schenti.

There was silence at first. Then smattering titters of laughter. Then more chuckles. Then full on guffaws from some. Daggmose tried to tune them out, but the aural assault came from all angles, and only increased as he massaged himself to become erect again while the priest praised the gods and offered a prayer in a booming tone.

There were quips and jokes at his expense flying freely when his minute erection glistened in the sun. It twitched, and he felt an aroused tingle flood his body. Whether it was Min, Heka, or some other god under Amun-Ra's holy gaze, some deity was taking great pleasure in his shame. His face and ears burned hotter than the sun-scorched sands while he stroked himself to the sound of jeers all around him, and he felt tears of humiliation well up in his eyes and stream down his cheeks.

His tail lashed, his breath hitched and his abdomen tightened. He felt the familiar heat well behind his sac, and felt his unimpressive scrotum contract. With a few puffing gasps of pleasure, he ejaculated. True to the ritual, the jets of semen were plentiful, erupting in glittering strands that splashed into the water. His body shuddered as he climaxed with the most intense orgasm of his life. He unleashed an audible whimper of relief. When the burst of initial pleasure and dizziness subsided into an afterglow, with his sensitive, spent cocklet dribbling its final vestiges of his essence into the river, he felt weak and ashamed.

“Looks like our little prince likes the attention!" Someone unseen hollered, accompanied by a chorus of raucous laughter.

Daggmose's round ears twitched and turned to hear all the insults, all of the unfavorable comparisons, all of the jokes. They folded flat in shame, and he dropped his gaze to avoid looking at any of his subjects in the eye. This was a mistake as he caught sight once more of his miniscule penis, now spent and softening, shrinking with anxiety.

This brought more laughter to the audience. The rat heard multiple voices ring out some variation that he must enjoy the humiliation of the whole kingdom being aware of his nub to cum so forcefully and so quickly. Daggmose was sure word would spread with trade and by the end of the year even the suitors from neighboring lands would have heard the rumors of his embarrassing issue. He cupped his paws over his genitals and hurried out of the water with great haste, punctuated by the snickering from citizens and soldiers alike.

Many pharaohs were known for many things, but King Daggmose IV left a very humiliating legacy.