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It is so hot; that's all he knows. The anthropomorphic cat lays sprawled in the sand, not moving at all aside from his twitching ears, with no idea where he is or even who he is, just that his skin is scorching beneath his fur and his head is throbbing. He can't think of anything else until he suddenly feels like he's floating through the air,along with a sensation almost like thorns pricking against his back. Struggling to open his eyes, he can hardly make out anything aside from a yellow haze, except for a pair of rich brown mounds floating above his head. They look so soft. He wants to touch them. However, he can't tell if his arm responds when he tries to move it and lets out a groan. Something shifts above him and he manages to focus his vision on a red eye gazing down at him, a mix of emotions he can't unravel swirling in there. He's not sure why, but his cock throbs a little. However, the next moment the sun glints off of the mounds above and jabs into his eyes, making his head throb even harder and his senses fade away.

A pain in his arm alerts him and he regains awareness of his surroundings to feel fabric being dragged over his chest and slipping off over his head. Now the air feels so cool instead of like waves of heat smothering him. He opens his eyes but can't see anything. Normally he can see quite well in the dark, so he starts to worry something's gone wrong with him. He hears something circling him, then feels claws at his waist, followed by his pants being slowly dragged down his legs. He starts to make out a large shadowy figure at the edge of his vision, and realizes why he hadn't been seeing anything: he's flat on his back staring at a featureless stone ceiling. After his pants are off his fragile body feels cold and exposed. However, the figure creeps towards him, too low for him to make out much aside from some pointy horns or ears on top of its otherwise smooth head, and he can feel hands resting on his thighs and warmth spreading through him. He tries to sit up for a better look, but before he can manage to find the energy needed in his sore body something presses against his arm, and a wave of agony pierces through him. He forgets everything else.

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When he awakens it feels no different than gradually rising from a typical slumber at first, until he rolls over and feels cold stone beneath him.

“Mya?" He sits up and notices his knees feel a little bruised. Nothing unusual there, but after that he becomes more conscious of his body, noticing the ache in the back of his head and the soreness in his neck, and his fluffy gray body uncovered and exposed to the cool air. He swishes his tail back and forth; he can't feel anything wrong with it, which helps reassure the cat a bit.

His vision focuses enough to make out his right arm in front of him, wrapped up in some sort of white cloth from his elbow to just above his wrist. It makes it difficult to bend his arm. He grabs it, ready to tear off the cloth, but thinks better of it when the pressure sends a spasm of pain scurrying over his skin. He takes another look at the bandages. Although the only light available is a single dim, sputtering torch across the room, it's enough for the feline to make out Scarabite hieroglyphs drawn all over it, as well as bold short phrases in about half a dozen languages; the ones he can read simply stated “sit, boy."

Scarabia? That's probably where I am. I was just flying over those ruins in the forbidden desert, right? Should probably try to remember how I got there. Let's see, I'm Leo McShea, I'm from… Concerningly, he blanks on the name, but the unease he feels trying to remember home makes him wonder if that's for the best. I don't know, I just really wanted to get away from there. Helped build that plane and everything, had to perform so many “favors" for the, no, I'm dirty, shit, not important. Getting sidetracked as always, must have gotten sidetracked in that desert, better get focus. The room he's in is largely barren aside from the cloth-laden plinth he had been laid on. There's an entryway into a narrow hallway in front of him, with a carving of a rising sun peeking over the doorway at him. Turning around, he sees no other exits, but the opposite wall has a large carving of a god towering over reeds and palm trees, with a half-erect penis as long and thick as one of his arms.

He exits through the hallway, recesses in the sides housing statues of men with the heads of hawks, their piercing glares following him into the next room. In the center are four sarcophagi of different sizes, from one that must be seven feet long to one that couldn't be more than five, while the perimeter is lined with numerous urns and chests. Must be a family who did all they could to resist being torn apart, even in the face of death itself. Not something the cat can exactly relate to; he's pretty sure getting away from his family was what started him on traveling across the world anyway, but he'd still prefer not to recall the details.

The room is a crossroads, so he goes down one of the paths at random. It's apparently a dead end, blocked by a statue of a crocodilian figure holding a set of scales, but he lingers and looks at the walls again. One side shows someone in a barque flying through the sky, while the other shows a figure submerged in deep, dark waters.

Flying ship, cute. Reality's not as pretty, crashing that hunk of junk in this wasteland. Other one doesn't look like a good omen. Nyah, don't buy into those old superstitions, monsters and ancient gods and all. Got to trust logic, not crazy fantasies. Too many crazy fantasies probably what caused all this trouble anyway, just have to think with my head, not my– Footsteps, the unmistakable patter of footsteps, echo down the halls, and he forgets all he was just musing on. If he did remember, it would just make him feel ridiculous after he runs back out to the crossroads and looks towards the noise.

First, he spies a red glow, then a pointy grin beneath it. A raspy voice follows and, while the language isn't one Leo can recognize, the smugness in the deep, resonant purr is unmistakable. Hackles raised, he backs down the narrow hall behind him. He won't look directly at the strange figure, but he can tell that it's advancing only as quick as he can back away on his trembling legs, and that its arms, legs and tail are bandaged up just like a mummy. Could a centuries old corpse really be reanimated, or is it some sort of monster or spirit merely imitating a humanoid form while it attempts to seize a living being? His back bumps up against stone: that statue again. Walls on both sides of him, too; the only path open is forward now, back towards the monster.

Somehow the cat actually manages to take a few steps forward and stare directly at the creature now. He notices that some parts are actually not wrapped up, showing dark and smooth skin. Its, or perhaps that should be her, most obvious feature is the large pair of breasts hanging down, shockingly perfect in their plumpness and apparent firmness. No signs of the ravages of age there. Leo tries not to get distracted by this revelation and inspects its legs. Those thick thighs dash his hopes of being able to rush past, since it appears she could effortlessly pounce on him if he got anywhere close, which excites him more than it should right now. Right above the legs, there's a yellow mark in the shape of an ankh, pointing down at an exposed vagina, as if to drive home the obvious to the point of mocking him. It must be a demon of some sort, its very image cruelly designed to ridicule mortals with its uncanny mix of tempting flesh full of eternal life and virility but appendages sealed forever in the trappings of demise and decay. Above all else, however, Leo knows he can do nothing but helplessly stand here and wait for it to claim him.

Claim him she does, simply picking up the kitty. He feels claws digging into his sides as she lifts him up, and the fluff of furry fingers: her hands are not bandaged. For a moment he has no choice but to look straight into the wrapped up face as it leers at him, with ears that look an awful lot like his own sticking up and flicking eagerly and a single exposed crimson eye playfully narrowed at him. Then, the mummy throws him over her shoulder. One of his leg is pressed between those breasts, which feel just as warm and soft as a living creature's, while his face is pointed down at her fat ass, and her long, thin tail playfully swishing back and forth. She says something in a language he cannot understand. At first he thinks she's speaking to him, but before he can even begin figuring out how to respond he hears a low rumbling, and cranes his neck to peer around her side. Unbelievably, the statue he had bumped up against is actually sliding aside. She advances down the hall, to another, larger statue brandishing a sword; speaks a different yet equally incomprehensible word to it, and it also moves aside as well. She repeats this process several times to progressively more menacing effigies, from heavily armed guards to monstrous hybrids to a being made of fire and sand. At this point Leo quits looking at the statues, preferring to stare down at those firm cheeks rather than risking a glance at horrors beyond his comprehension.

Once the roar and grind of stone moving over stone ceases, he finally speaks to his captor. “Ah, ahem, are you taking me to hell?" He doesn't even expect a response, but to his surprise he not only hears her reply but she even answers using his language.

“Why would you think that, Small One?"

“Well, they told me I'd go there for my, mreh, 'sinful ways', and this place doesn't seem far off."

The mysterious woman chuckles. “You assume you've already departed that life? If you were dead, would you be like this?" She grabs his dick, stiffened and pointing down next to her one of her tits, and firmly wraps her fingers around it so he can feel it throb in her grasp.

“Hah, nya, I-I guess not. Fuck, mrahhh…" He lets out a soft moan, and then a louder one as she presses his hard-on into her side boob and strokes its length with a couple soft fingers.

“I hated to leave you alone for so long, kitten, but I had to attend to other matters and knew you couldn't wander off too far if I left you down here."

That still leaves a lot unexplained, but between the way her slow caressing sends tingles of pleasure jolting up and down his nerves and the peculiar fondness in the otherwise dry, almost haughty voice, he finds himself responding as if he really believes that she honestly did that to keep him safe and secure in this confusing and harsh land, and that he survived his crash all thanks to her, this powerful and wondrous woman.

“Mrrr, thank you, thank you so much, ma'am." She lets go of his penis to pat him on the head, dabbing a drop of precum into his hair. “Wha… who are you?" He asks.

“N'Cathe. I've been trusted to guard these tombs by their owners."

“Their owners? I'm guessing you've been at this a long time."

“Many ages."

Leo waits so see if she'll elaborate, but is only greeted by silence. Despite her reticence now, he felt enough passion in her actions to feel bold enough to keep firing off questions. “Really? How difficult is that? Do you get lonely much, mreh?"

“Their wisdom was great when they chose me. Much changes through the centuries, but people of all ages are basically the same when it comes to their core instincts and desires. No matter how much time passes, I know how to best any man who passes through my domain."

Leo feels a tightness around his stomach. Perhaps it is merely his loins starting to ache, and not anxiety, but he reminds himself that he still knows little of her intentions.

“I had no intent of disturbing you, though. It was an accident. The heat was too much to handle, I think something overheated, and that's how I wound up crashing here. Pure coincidence. Er, happy coincidence though, right? Prrr~" The enthusiasm he throws on at the end comes out more genuine than he expected.

“Coincidence? Fate blesses me with the servants and playthings needed to keep me entertained and cared for. Once we get to somewhere more comfortable I'll determine what your destiny has in store. Then you can show proper gratitude." She scritches Leo between his ears and his dick twitches, getting even harder.

“Oh. Um, excellent." Still sounds concerning, but at least it seems like she intends to let him out of these morbid tunnels. He hears sounds of water lapping against land, and looks past the brown back to see a natural cave with a river flowing through and a docked boat.

N'Cathe lays the kitty down in the boat, leaving her claws resting against his chest, so that he dares not sit up as she climbs aboard and squats over him, his cock sticking straight up between her legs.

“A boat? Sure you're not taking me to the underworld?" He teases.

“Far from it, small one. This shall be a ride to heaven." She declares. She lifts one leg for a second to kick away from the dock, and the boat drifts downstream through the dark caverns. She leans down closer, her heavy breasts dangling down over his face as the thick thighs squeeze together against his firm, throbbing hard-on. One hand idly caresses his head and occasionally scratches him between the ears and then, when he can't resist the temptation to sit up and press his face against the plump brown bosom, rests against the back of his neck to pull him gently closer. His tongue reaches out and tastes the ancient skin, picking up an intoxicating hint of semen, perhaps a remnant endlessly lingering on from hundreds, no doubt thousands, of loads blown between those tits and oozing down them through the millennia. The ancient guardian's breasts, as warm and soft as any mortal woman yet carrying that primal musk of lust transcending history, together with the rocking of the boat growing firm and steady lull him into a trance. He doesn't even notice his precum dripping down his twitching penis. He has no idea N'Cathe's dribbling pussy draws near, either. He's shaken out of his daze when the tall mummy is able to effortlessly slip his kitty cock into her vagina and press her hips down on him.

“Myaa-aa!" He gasps, arching back. Now his gaping face stares straight up into the covered one of his partner.

“You are a cute little plaything." She purrs. “Make sure to serve me well. I don't want our fun to be over too soon." Her hips pump up and down against the rocking of the boat, thrusting her plump ass down into his lap each time the boat crests and the water slaps against it, forming a steady rhythm of grunting, plapping, splashing, and moaning. The only work the panting kitty has to do is not lose himself to the yearning in his loins. He squeezes those thighs tight, careful to keep his claws from slipping down into the linen wrapped around them, though he likes the way the fabric feels against his paw pads. He focuses on the enthused flicker of the single eye and pointy teeth gritting into a satisfied smirk. Hs cock throbs against those walls as burning desire courses through his veins.

A cool spray of water washes over him. It only dampens his lust for a second or two though, before the boat seems to tip down a little, the ride getting faster and rougher. N'Cathe digs her claws into his chest, pressing her excitement into his skin. Leo sits up, grabbing her waist and thrusting up into her as hard as he can, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth from the effort, and presses his cheek against her chest. When his dick twitches inside of her and lets off a first forceful shot of hot, sticky cum, he cracks open his eyes to peek up just as the boat breaks through a wall of reeds and exits the caverns. Sunlight nearly blinds the cat for a moment, and he can barely make out her wide, rapturous grin and eye squeezed tightly shut in delight on the bandaged face through the bright haze. With a groan, his spunk floods the spacious cavity where her womb had been in the mummy's previous life as she somehow drenches their crotches in the juices of her pleasure.

They sit together, catching their breath as his eyes adjust to the light and they gradually are able to take in their surroundings. Off in the distance Leo spots a tiny trickle of black smoke and a harsh glint of metal, no doubt where he had crashed, but it's tough to make out among the striking blue of the sky and the river water reflecting it and the lush green vegetation lining the banks.

“How was that?" N'Cathe asks her partner, and the exhausted cat looks back at her, staring up enraptured. “I bet you've never felt more alive."