Temple of love
Ancient Egypt again! I am proud to present to you another little adventure in one of my favorite scenarios ever. I hope you enjoy the fantastic painting as well as the underlying story.
The accord Flocks of sand and dust were dancing in the blinding rays that the afternoon sun sent through holes in the roof. Wooden planks and cloth were providing valuable shade within the yard of the small house. When light struck the face of the painted wild dog merchant his eyes were sparkling. "You fennecs are no easy customers, I can tell you" he grunted and fletched his teeth. "But I will see if I can find something to replace your little broken vial." "It is important. It holds the moonlight water. I am an apprentice shaman from the wilderness, you know?" the fennec fox explained desperately. The old painted wild dog snorted a "whatever" and turned to face the numerous baskets and pots at the wall. Over the rattling and rumbling noises he asked "I didn't get your name, shaman boy." The fennec's ears twitched from all the noise. "I am Shahari." It did not seem like his reply elicited any response in the grumpy dog. After opening and closing some more baskets he finally seemed to have found what he was looking for: some raw crystal vials and hardened fruit shells. "The vials are 20 amber or gold nuggets, the shells... " he stopped in the middle of the sentence and looked condescendingly at the slim, naked fennec." Do you even have anything to pay with?" Blushing, Shahari tucked his tail between the legs and thought about what to say. "Well, I don't have anything I could pay you with right now.. .but I'm good at getting my paws at things!" The dog merchant smirked and slowly came closer. He was approximately as tall as Shahari but much heavier. The fennec fox swallowed and rolled his eyes. He was sure the dog would ask him for a sexual service now. Gah, he was filthy and his fur looked ruffled. But then again, he needed that vial for his precious moonlight water... "We are going to make a deal my foxy fellow" the merchant said and slapped Shahari on the shoulder so that his knees bent. "Name's Anunkap."
A town at night At dusk the streets were buzzing with the sound of chat, music and laughter. But only a few hours later the moon was pouring its silvery light on calm backyards and dark houses. This was the hour of thieves. And Shahari had become a little thief. It was easy for the fox to find some leftovers from the market stands or to pick up everything of value that the folks had dropped during the day. It was, however, much more rewarding (and thrilling) to snatch glass pearls and silver nuggets from the drunk jackals on their way home. It wasn't safe for cute foxes at this time of the night anyways and there were some occasions where our little protagonist was nearly caught in the act by some shady characters. Little by little, Shahari got more greedy (and also more reckless) every time he managed to steal something. And he noticed that gold was basically not present among the citizens. When he was resting in the shade of an old barrel during the midday sun he overheard a conversation between two foreign traders that told him the reason. Apparently, all gold was brought uphill to the temple of the otter. Now you must know that in the kingdom of the sun, every town had their own temple, shrine or sanctuary, each with their own cult. Without it at the center, there would not have been any reason to build a city in the first place. And another little detail was noteworthy: there were no fennecs to be seen anywhere. Our little protagonist however, having spent so much time alone in the desert, had not noticed the absence of his kind. "Don't ever go near that thing!" Anunkap exclaimed when Shahari mentioned that he sensed good acquisition opportunities in the temple. "Why, what's wrong with trying?" he protested. Anunkap sighed and stared at the door where the bright morning sun created a blinding rectangle of light. The old wild dog fletched his teeth. "Trust me kid, it's dangerous. You go past those walls, you won't come back."
Of gold and fire Did our little desert fox respect that warning? Of course not. It was past midnight when Shahari's paws landed softly on the sand behind the temple wall. Large stone pillars decorated with hieroglyphs stood like silent guards in the yard. Fires were burning in golden bowls and the air was filled with the scent of herbs and resin. The bowls were too hot and too large to steal so he had to find something more practical to carry. Nobody was to be seen for now, but Shahari proceeded with caution nonetheless. A soft breeze caressed his fur and sent a load of the inciting smoke into his direction. He held his nose up high and felt lighter, even slightly lightheaded. A sound at the entrance of the temple brought back his focus. There, in the great stone portal, stood a fennec. Shahari froze on the spot, his eyes wide. But then, the silhouette was gone from one second to the other. It was at this point that Shahari could still have walked away to save himself. But our fox was way too curious to do that and the mesmerizing smoke had already done its work. He sneaked into the temple and was soon lost within the halls, corridors and open yards. There were fires and golden bowls everywhere, pictures and mosaics on the walls and gemstones that sat as eyes on sculptures. Our little desert fox slowly became aware of the kind of cult that resided within these walls. All sculptures were remarkably well-built and remarkably... detailed. And the frescoes and pictures showed clearly sexual situations involving numerous fennecs and otters. He longed to join them. Wandering around with wide eyes and his muzzle open, having lost all caution and fear, Shahari was only startled mildly when paws grabbed his shoulders. "Shhh, it's alright. I am Akasch, first of the guard. Come with us, brother" a voice said. Several fennecs wearing golden and black rings around their ankles and kohl paint in their faces took his arms and guided him softly. It was by then our little protagonist had long forgotten why he had come here or where they were taking him. His head felt dizzy, but a warm comfort had filled his heart and his thoughts and everything else seized to matter. They brought him into a large chamber. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a couple of fennecs licking the feet of a large sea otter. At the far side of the room some smaller otters were fucking two fennecs who were joined in a wild kiss. "Welcome. I am pleased to see that you have finally come to join us" said a voice that clearly addressed Shahari. He looked up and realized that he was standing in front of a throne. The strong, impressive sea otter who had spoken looked at our protagonist with a mysterious smile. His eyes sparkled in the most vivid green that Shahari had ever seen. "And I can not wait to have you swallow my cock" the otter continued. Or weren't the words rather formed and spoken inside of Shahari's head? Our fox wasn't able to think about that right now. He stepped up to the throne all on his own and was magically attracted to the large balls and erect penis he saw in front of him. All he wanted was to get his tongue to work and serve as good as he could.