Yeah second story here we go bois this some anubis/jackal girl s h i t z
tell me if it's shit or if it's not shit guys thanks
Shoutout to my boy plseatsammich2 who helped me out with writing this, you a good boi
_______________________________________
Anput groaned as she rubbed her eyes with her furry paws, staring down the torch-lit hallway that eventually lead all souls to the Duat, the realm of the dead. Her gig as the weigher of hearts was preeeetty damn great, but all the walking around to check for people who shouldn't be here in the lines of waiting souls made her paws ache. A few weeks ago she had accidentally realised that each line-inhabitant was about the size of a single fuzzy toe of hers, after she had nearly tripped and stepped right into one line, knocking over a bunch of the duat-bound people. This sparked a idea in her head, and she began to make it a daily ritual for her to slip off her sandals and tell the morally good weighted souls that rubbing her paws would give them great luck in the afterlife. The vertically challenged dearly departed didn't exactly want to argue with the goddess who just said that their soul wasn't going to be eaten by some crocodile-hippo-lion thing, and ran their small hands and fingers across her pawpads as they shuffled off to the Duat proper, with a few even seeming to enjoy the feeling of her fur in their hands. Now, the doomed-to-be-Ammit'd Souls? Well, once in a while she'd pick one of the evil-er ones out of the line to Ammit and quickly shove it between her toes, or drop them onto one of her sandals before she slipped it back on, letting the soul get all worn out and sweaty for a bit. Nobody even had trouble with her doing it, the "Good" souls were happy to see some assholes they might have known in their previous life get fucked with, and the bad souls weren't about to make themselves a target by speaking out, lest they get put in the same position (or fast-tracked to Ammit). After a quick trip down paw-related memory lane, Anput looked up from her list of names, noticing that she had gotten through all of the alotted souls today. Yawning and stretching, Anput went to grab her sandals when she saw a person, on their knees and leaning down...face first into the sweaty imprint (So what, she sniffed them once experimentally to see how they smelled, sue her!) of her right heel. The Goddess of Funerals and other death-related activities stared for a few more seconds as the guy had a great time in her sandal, before moving her left hand-paw over him and wrapping two fuzzy digits around his waist, yanking him up into the air. He struggled for a few seconds, before going completely limp at seeing that the owner of the sandals he was sniffing was holding him. "So, what were you doing to my sandals, human?" It took the dude a few seconds to answer, before managing to squeak out a "N-nothing at all, m-ma'am! I-I had tripped a-and fallen into y-your sandals!" Anput put her free hand against her cheek with an unimpressed look on her face. "Do you see /one/ crack in that floor, do you? I think you were sniffing my sandals, weren't you?" She said, shaking him lightly like a ragdoll to accentuate her point. "N-n-no, I don't s-see any cracks in your f-floor, and uh...." He trailed off and began to blush at Anput's "Sniffing my sandals" statment, trying to get out some sort of answer. The Jackal-Woman rolled her eyes as she watched him stammer and trip over his words, a small smile forming on her snout, which opened to speak the next sentence. "I'll take that as a yes, then. Question, what did they smell like, Sandal-Lover?" After a few seconds of letting the human collect himself, he said "Like uh...sweat, hot sand, and old books." This caused Anput to roll her eyes yet again and sigh heavily, blasting "Sandal-Sniffer" with hot dog breath, making him freeze up in fear. "They smell more like papyrus scrolls, the fertile black soil of Egypt, and....alright, I'll give you the sweaty part, but what do you expect when I have to walk around in this hall all day!? Looking for people who don't belong in here, like you, or souls that try to escape! Either I keep the sandals on, making my paws and the sandals all sweaty, or I kick them off and end up collecting dust and dirt on the soles..." Anput decided to vent at the little man, who clearly had no stake in the situation down here, so who would he tell that she was tired of walking around all the time? "...either way, my paws hurt for the rest of the day!" As she finished her venting session, the tiny man still held between her her fingers spoke up timidly. "I-i think I could help with t-that, ma'am, I actually uh...came down here to...." His pausing and trailing off made Anput huff again, the second blast of hot air helping continue what he was saying. "....w-worship your paws, because I r-read about what you do down here, and t-thought that it must suck to walk around all day, dealing with weighing all these souls." The guy is uncerimoniously dropped onto the ground, slowly getting back onto his two feet as Anput stares at him, crossing her furred arms, eyes full of some serious judging. "You come down here, to the underworld, to quote "w-worship my paws" unquote? That is almost the winner of the weirdest thing I've heard someone say the whole time I've been doing this, and you have to understand, "I've been doing this for literally all of eternity. Shit, other than it being one of the weirdest things I've heard, it's also one of the most pitiful and honestly creepy things too." The Jackal-Woman grinds her teeth in annoyance, glaring down at the puny human. "I-I th-th..." is all he gets out before lowering his head in shame, looking absolutely pathetic to the Goddess infront of him. Anput puts her furred hands against her face, sighing yet again due to seeing something this pathetic in her hall. With two seperate thumps, her massive footpaws land down infront of the shamed man, who looks up timidly. "I've...never seen someone or something look so damn sad and defeated before. I....I guess you can "worship" my paws, just this once. Then you go back up to your little life and don't come back." "Sandal-Sniffer's" eyes lit up a bit as he crept forward, worried that this would be a trap to humiliate him of some sort. After seeing that she wasn't going to knock him over or laugh at him, he finally walked up to her massive and presented feet...before shoving his face directly between two of her sweaty toes and into the toe-cleavage. She feels the huffing of her soggy and sweaty toe-fur, while he experiences the full effect of the musk. Her sandals, while quite divine, were outclassed by what he was smelling between the goddess's toes. They were absolutely fresher and muskier than her worn out, brown-and-gold colored sweat imprinted sandals, causing him to go into a frenzy. Thankfully, his face-to-fur adventure prevented him from seeing the disgusted look on her face as she glared down in full force at his puny and feeble body as it met and rubbed against her footpaw. Her face changed from one of disgust and pity to one of....vague and shameful enjoyment as the tiny man worshipping her breathed as deeply as he could, trying his best to fill his lungs with the sweet aroma of her ancient, dust covered and sweat coated paws, some said sweat ended up in his mouth as it dropped open, letting the fountain of sweat coming from her sore toes in. Anput released a "Eeep!" that transformed into a happy sigh as she slowly reclined onto her back, closing her eyes as her worshipper kept at his work. The man then lifted his head from that set of toe-cleavage, and staggered a bit to raise his head up and then dragged his tongue giddily across the bottoms and sides of her toes and the pawpads, relieving the tired flesh from the dirt and dust they had captured while stomping through these sacred halls barefoot or in her single pair of sandals. Anput had to raise her handpaws over her mouth to cover her happy sighing, but couldn't exactly hide her shivers of pleasure from the feeling of her toes and pads being cleaned, along with having someone so small and feeble do it in a place where she could just toying with him if she so wished. This went on for a few minutes, before the Jackal-Woman raised her head as she felt the worshipping slow down, and saw the man stand up, stumbling and woozy from the ecstasy of the Goddesses sweaty and quite soft paws. Anput shook her head to get her mind straight, and began to speak. "Little one, I hope you enjoyed that, because..." She was going to tell him to scram, but...she had to keep him down here, she just did. "...I think this is some sort of sin, and as the weigher of souls, I will have to...keep you around to study and decide your fate." Her new (and only) servant slowly nodded his head before he took a step back and fell over, exhausted. Two of her fingers carefully pick him up as she uses her other hand to bring her still sweaty and kind of filthy sandals back over to her. Having the same pair for an eternity does things to them, and maybe he'll help with the massive black stains of sweat and filth. As she slips the brown-and-gold sandals on, she gets a small idea. The little man is slowly deposited between her sandal's dirty insole and her still slick paw, his body almost dissapearing into the pads as she stood up with a satisfiyng "Squish." She walked down the hall and towards her quarters, the thickness of her paws and pads along with him just being smooshed down enough caused the "Squish" noise to repeat. Anput had just found her first and best servant, and probably the only one she'll need if he keeps up the fervor and how well he listened to orders.