A Type of Worship
A Type of Worship
He woke up and glanced at his alarm. It blinked from 5:54 to 5:55.
"Got five minutes" he mumbled, closing his eyes. Snoring peacefully, he was jolted out of bed five minutes later. "Shut up" he groaned, groping for the alarm. By chance or by habit, he succeeded. Immediately silence spread the room's stale air. Tossing aside the covers, he sat up and slid his legs off the bed. He yawned loudly, white teeth gleaming. Standing up, his knees popped, loudly and in unison, protesting.
"Light switch, light switch, let's see..." He shuffled, carefully, towards the door, where a slit of illumination crept under the door. Thumbing the switch, he was momentarily blinded as, overhead, dark bulbs flashed into miniature suns. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his yellow-orange eyes. Brightly lit now, the small suite exposed its inhabitant.
The six foot two Fur was covered from his oddly shaped skull all the way to his flattened paws in short, midnight black fur. Two triangular ears, one missing a ragged portion, sat atop his cranium, which was thinner and shorter than a human's, and sloped down from the forehead into an unmistakably canine muzzle. He walked towards a closed door on the far side of the room, the five claws on the ends of his evenly spaced toes snagging the grey carpet. A tail, one and half feet long, and tipped with shining golden fur, sprouted from his lower back and protruded from a hole in his shorts.
The Fur pulled open the door, revealing a bathroom. He closed the door behind it, being sure to lock it behind him. He stepped out of his shorts, leaving them on the floor, and into the opaque-walled shower stall. He spun the shower dial into 'Hot' and yanked it up. Chrome and new, the nozzle started up immediately, raining quickly heating water down onto the waiting Fur. Someone knocked on the door, heavily and quickly.
"Hey! You awake?" The hammering continued. "Come on, I know you're in there; I can hear the shower running!" The jackal ignored the voice, letting the water soak into his fur. After about fifteen minutes, he shut off the water.
"You want to ignore opening night? Fine, just don't say I didn't warn ya." Footsteps echoed away down the marble hallway. The jackal stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel hanging on a nearby rack. He toweled off, and tossed the damp cloth into a hamper standing on the left of the sink. Pausing for a second as he headed towards the door, he stooped down, picked up the shorts on the floor, and tossed them into the hamper too.
Exiting the bathroom, he made his way towards a wooden chest of drawers near his bed. Letting the air finish drying his fur, he took his time selecting a fresh set of clothes to put on. In the end, he settled on a blank off-white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. From a hook above the drawers, he grabbed a golden ankh on a blackened steel chain. Slipping it over his head, he headed out of his room.
He walked from his room to the elevator. Riding down to the first floor, he noted the ornate wood paneling.
"Just like I told them" he remarked. Ding! The doors slid open, revealing an opulent dance floor. Booths lined the walls, and a circular bar waited for patrons in the center. Sandstone façade Doric columns, painted blue and gold, created a semi-barrier around the dance floor as well as supported the roof. Polished marble flooring reflected the hundreds of tiny, overhead lights embedded in the ceiling.
"Does this all look great or what?" a smallish mouse asked, gesturing around and admiring his work. The mouse walked up close as soon as the jackal stepped out of the elevator.
"Uh, what? Oh yeah, definitely. Great work; payment should already have been deposited into your account." He pushed past the mouse, making his way towards the staff break area. The high tech door detected the radio frequency identification tag in his necklace, and opened.
"Look whose finally up" a feminine voice mocked. "Didja have a nice a rest?" the voice belonged to Bast, a cat, currently wearing a skimpy purple dress, with a deep v-cut neck line, and her blonde hair down to her shoulders.
"Shut up Bast" snarled the jackal, as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "It's my club; I can sleep as late as I want to."
"It's only yours cause Osiris likes you the best...and for the Hebrew's God's sake, we've only got ten minutes until opening night." Anubis, jackal god of the underworld, shivered.
"Fuck off, all of you" he said, glaring at his five 'brethren'. "Especially, you, Thoth. I've told you not to talk about that god." He pointed a clawed finger at the ibis, who was wearing white robes, and clutching a book in his talons. Horus, a hawk, spoke up.
"Everyone just be quiet." He thundered, the wind outside picking up in response. "And Anubis is right; the Jew's god probably knows we're still alive, but why let him know if he doesn't?" An awful silence permeated the room; no one daring to speak.
"So did anyone ever pay that mouse contractor?" Sehkmet, the lion goddess of the desert asked. "Cause if we need him to go away..." she licked her lips hungrily.
"I paid him already" Thoth said, opening his book and pointing towards an entry. "It's right here 'For work on dance club 'Wedjat Eye', 3,000 ounces of gold, to be paid to Tyler Jones'."
"Ohhh..." Sehkmet sighed, disappointed. "Well the caterers know that we want a real ancient world feast, right?"
"They had better" the jackal threatened, examining his claws. "I specifically instructed them to prepare food for at least 1,000 guests."
"Even if they don't like the food, I get the feeling the guests will still have a wonderful time tonight" bovine Hathor, goddess of love and fertility, said and smiled. Charms dangled from her wrists and hung from tassels on her snow-white robe. Bast laughed, sharp and mean.
"Doesn't matter to me, but shouldn't hell-boy here be wearing traditional clothes?" She pointed at Anubis, who bared his fangs and growled. "Down boy" she mocked, and laughed again. "I mean, after all, this is supposed to be a Golden Age Egyptian club?" Horus cleared his throat.
"Let's look at this from a mortal standpoint. Is it going to be suspicious, do you think, for all of us to be wearing twenty, twenty-five pound of gold and jewels?"
"How are they going to tell?" queried Sehkmet. "They're just mortals, after all." Anubis set down his mug.
"I can see their hearts, and some of them love wealth more than themselves, even. They will know." On the wall, a wrought iron clock struck seven.
"Looks like it's time to welcome the revelers." Horus stood up, and headed out of the room, towards the dance floor, leaving the other five behind.
"The rest of you should probably get out there, too." Anubis stood up. "There's shit that needs to be done. Have fun, and for Ra's sake don't kill too many of 'em. "He pushed his chair in and left.
Throngs of people and Furs crowded the dance floor and the bar. Someone up in the tech room had turned the lights off, and fake silver braziers cast color-changing light around the club. He made his way through the crowd to the bar.
"Yo, barkeep! Get me some" he paused, noticing how many people were demanding drinks from the eight bartenders. "Nevermind, I'll get it myself." He hoped over the counter and grabbed a thick green glass bottle. He stuck a claw into the cork and pried it out, dropping it on the counter. He had drained nearly a fourth of the powerful honey wine when he heard a familiar voice.
"So, Anubis, this is 'shit that needs to be done'?" Bast asked, snatching the bottle. Grinding groups of Furs and humans pushed around them on each side.
"Of course!" He boomed, starling nearby dancers, who glanced at him for a few seconds before going back to partying. "That bottle's not going to drink itself." He took the bottle back. "Now, if you don't mind, get lost; you're killin' my buzz." Seeing the futility of arguing, Bast disappeared into the crowd. A few minutes later, someone tapped the jackal on his shoulder.
"Hey beautiful, whatcha drinkin'?" He turned around, and felt the blood rush out of his head.
A fox girl, reddish brown fur with black tips on her ears and paws stood behind him, waiting for his answer. She wore an indie band t-shirt, at least one size too small, and a skirt that almost reached halfway down her thighs. A faux designer bag hung over one shoulder. He tapped the stool next to him.
"Sit down and I'll tell you." He gestured something to one of the bartenders, who hurried over. "Get this fine lady whatever she wants." The fox sat down, facing him. She crossed her legs so he couldn't glimpse up her short skirt.
"Thanks" she said, setting her purse down. "But that's not an answer." He set the bottle down and looked at her, pausing a little too long on her ample cleavage. She caught his gaze, and he smiled sheepishly.
"Well this is mead here," he said, taking another swig. "So what's your name?" the bartended he had flagged had arrived, and was waiting. She ignored the jackal, and ordered her drink. Experienced, the bartender fixed her martini and set it on the counter. She took a long sip.
"You're bold; I like that in a man. I'm Brynn, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Brynn. I'm Anubis." The current light show from the braziers dimmed, as a quarter of the braziers began to flood the floor with fog.
"Like that Egyptian guy?" she asked. "You must've had some cool parents."
"Something like that, yeah." He said, and downed another shot. Gradually, the background noise created by people singing and moving had gotten much louder. She moved her barstool closer.
"Listen, I've got a favor to ask." The jackal sighed and turned away.
"I'll always buy a beautiful girl like you a drink, but I'm not in the loan shark business anymore. Go and tell Fast Eddie, or whoever it was that sent you, that I'm out."
"Uhh...no. I didn't come to you for money, I, uhh, well, I came here to get laid." She reached out and grabbed his paw. The jackal was taken back.
"Damn, I wasn't expecting this. I was hoping for it, but... Hell, follow me." He got up, still holding the fox's hand. Brynn giggled.
"Whatever you say, fuzzy." The pair pushed their way through the crowd, earning jealous stares from men and women, human and Fur alike. By the time they got to the elevator, they were nearly mad with lust. It was only by chance that they brushed up against the door button as they made out, wrapped in each other's arms. Leaning against the door, they fell laughing into elevator car. The jackal mashed the floor button, and the doors closed with a soft Ding!
The jackal reached up and pushed the third floor button. The steel doors slid closed, and the elevator jerked slightly as its tow cable began to lift. When the doors parted again, it revealed the two tangled up in each other, sucking each other's tongues.
They staggered, drunkenly, towards the jackal's suite. Sensing the RFID chip, the door swung open. Anubis fell first onto his bed, and Brynn landed on top of him, pinning him down. She began to grind her crotch against his. She reached over her head and pulled off her top, tossing it aside. Her pert nipples stood erect under her pink lace bra.
"You like this boy?" she asked, tugging his shirt off over his head. His ankh necklace came off with the shirt, and when it bounced off the floor, the door swung shut.
"Ugghh yeah" he groaned, reaching for her breasts. She pushed his hands away.
"Oh no, if you wanna play with those, you'll have to help me first." She rolled him off the bed with her knees and sat back on the bed, tugging her skirt down. The jackal, experienced, got on his knees in front of her. He pulled her skirt down the rest of the way, and pulled her pink silk panties down to her ankles. Gently, he spread her legs, running his paws along the inside of her thighs.
"Good boy, good boy" she encouraged, pushing the jackal's head towards her waiting slit. He began to lick, slowly at first, much to Brynn's delight. She pushed him deeper, shoving his muzzle into her crouch. One hand remained on his head, scratching behind an ear, while the other migrated underneath her bra, rubbing her tits.
He took a deep breath, savoring her lustful scent, then plunged his snout into her, licking and sucking all the while. Brynn began to rock her hips, using Anubis muzzle like a furred dick. She moaned in pleasure, rocking faster. Anubis yanked his face out, wet with her juices, and panted, trying to catch his breath. He plunged back in seconds later, eager to help his mate get satisfaction.
"An-Anubis" she moaned. "I'm - I'm about to - oh, god!" She came screaming, her fluid soaking the jackal's face, who gulped it down greedily. Brynn fell back, pumping her hips wildly. Anubis took his time licking her clean, inside and out, eliciting moans of pleasure. He stood up, licking his chops.
"You can't be done already, baby, the fun's just about to start." She lay back on the bed, looking seductive. The jackal reached down, and slipped off his pants, climbing on top of the horny fox. Already his shorts were tented by his growing erection, and damp with a healthy stain of pre. Kneeling down in front of her, he spread his legs wider. Her tail twitched excitedly, and his wagged back and forth uncontrollably.
Balancing, Anubis slipped his shorts past his knees, revealing his pink manhood. Emerging from an inch and half-long sheath, covered like the rest of his body in black fur, his dick glistened with natural lubrication. He placed his paws on her boobs, and rubbed, stimulating both himself and his mate. Hanging between his legs and pointing forward, his canine cock grew to its full eight inches and began to swell at the base. Brynn saw, and her eyes gleamed with pure need.
"What're you waiting for?" she asked, wiggling her hips invitingly. He drew closer, brushing her leg with his meat. It left a trail of clear fluid. He adjusted his manhood, positioning it just right. He rubbed his tip against the waiting opening, getting squeals of pleasure from her. After about a minute he stopped, and began to penetrate her, barely an inch at a time.
He pulled back and moved his paws off Brynn's chest to the bed on either side. She lifted her legs, resting her feet on his naked ass. She slipped her bra off, exhibiting her full endowment. Panting, the jackal's hips pounded forward, slamming a full five inches of his cock into her pussy.
She screamed, partly in pleasure, and partly in pain at this sudden invasion. Shifting his weight to one arm, he lovingly ran a finger along her face.
"Just relax" he panted. "You're really tight, and if you don't relax, it'll hurt more." He could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock. The jackal started to fuck, slamming in then pulling out like a piston in an engine block.
"Harder! Harder!" she screamed, drawing him closer with her legs. Her mate did his best to comply, shoving more of and more of his cock inside, building the pleasure for both parties. A cacophony of noise was building in the suite; the rapid squeaking of the springs of the mattress, grunts from Anubis, and moans from Brynn.
"This - this" Anubis growled, saliva dripping from his mouth. "Is a bit, uh awkward. Do you want to, well, tie?" he struggled to hold back while he waited for her answer.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Oh god, your dick feels so good inside me! I'm all yours!" she screamed the last word, losing control of her body as it was wracked with orgasm. Anubis grunted in response, bending forward farther. Faster and faster his meat slipped in and out of her tender folds. Pure animal instinct taking over, the canine god summoned all his strength and humped, shoving in the whole of his dick. His knot in place, he let himself cum, blowing load after load of hot seed into Brynn's body.
As he came, he gave a tremendous roar. Though the room was two stories above the dance floor and sound proof, the dancers below stopped as one, hearing an unheard sound. Unconsciously, the ears of every alpha male in the crowd fell and their gaze dropped, submissive to an unknown leader. After a few seconds, though, things went back to normal.
Anubis, well practiced from his millennia of life, calmed himself. His knot shrunk slightly, enough to comfortably pull out. As he did, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid spilled from Brynn's loins. He crawled up beside his sleeping fuck-mate and lay down beside her, absently fondling her breast. Right before his eyes closed, one final though crossed his mind.
'It's good to be back.'
Fin