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Nyoka strode slowly as the hot desert air blew towards him and kicked up in his direction. He raised an arm to cover his face, though with his brown hood hanging so low it was likely unnecessary. His robes were long enough to fall down to his feet and obscure them unless he was taking broad steps. He moved silently in his cloak as he stared around him. The sight of ancient structures and temples were surrounding him, as well as the sight of dozens of furs gathered around. The purple coyote kept mostly to himself, as he preferred to do when in busy areas.

However Nyoka wasn’t here simply for sight seeing. The reason this place was even lively was because of him, though few knew it. The god of this temple had recently awoken, and he had been the one to free him from his coffin.

Nyoka clutched his staff in one hand and a spellbook in his other as he walked. Even though his robes protected him from the harsh sun he was still heated and felt as if he were burning up. He wanted to move quickly and hoped to find some shade deeper into his journey.

Nyoka approached the entrance to the temple where a large jackal covered in golden robes and armor waited. He held a spear in his hand, and held it sideways as a bar to stop Nyoka.

“Halt,” The guard said.

Nyoka lowered his hood slowly, and the guard instantly widened his eyes and raised the spear.

“I-I’m sorry, Nyoka,” The guard said. “I didn’t realize it was you.”

“Not to worry,” Nyoka said. “I’ve come to request something of Anubis.”

“Certainly,” The guard said with a nod of his head. “I’m sure he’d be more than willing to offer his services to the one who freed him. However, before you go…”

Nyoka raised a brow in confusion before watching the guard lift fingers to his lips and let out a loud whistle. Suddenly from around the corner a black furred jackal appeared. He was wearing a skirt made of cloth and cufflinks of red and blue. His chest was bare, as were his legs and feet. He also had four arms, which was a brief surprise to Nyoka though he did not show it on his face. The jackal approached quickly with a nervous look on his face.

“Y-Yessir?” The jackal said nervously to the guard. “You called?”

“Nod,” The guard said. “This coyote here has done our god a great service. Though it is not enough to repay him, I wish to start by offering him a servant of his own. You are to be his. Do you understand?”

Nod looked quickly to Nyoka and looked him up and down.

“I said do you understand?” The guard asked.

“O-Oh, yes, I do!” Nod said quickly before jumping. For being so large and well built he seemed awfully nervous. He quickly got down onto one knee and bent his head toward Nyoka. “I pledge myself to you. Do with me as you wish, Master.”

“Stand up, please,” Nyoka said. He felt himself grow a bit embarrassed at the sight of the large servant bowing before him. Nod complied, and Nyoka took a moment to look the jackal up and down his body. Despite being so large and well built he carried himself nervously and seemed to try to make himself appear much smaller than he really was despite standing several feet taller than Nyoka. Nyoka’s eyes fell down to the servant’s feet. Large and wide paws which settled against the sandy pathway. He kept shifting his weight and once even hid one of his feet over the other in a very adorable manner.

Nyoka put on a smile before stepping forward. Nod jumped and tensed but quickly let out a yelp of surprise when Nyoka’s arms wrapped around his midsection. Nyoka could tell that Nod was puzzled and confused by this interaction by the way it took him several moments to cease tensing up so tightly.

“Hehe, don’t worry,” Nyoka said. “I’m gonna take good care of you, Nod.”

“Th-Thank you, Sir,” Nod said softly.

“Well then, if that’s settled,” The guard said. “The tomb is further inside of the temple. Feel free to go in whenever you like.”

“I can carry you, Master,” Nod said quickly as soon as Nyoka backed off and took a few steps back. “If you’d like that. It’s no trouble at all.”

“I’d like that, Nod,” Nyoka said with a gentle smile. “But please let me know if you get tired. I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own.”

Nod nodded his head with plenty of gusto. He very quickly crouched down and swooped up Nyoka in his many arms and began to carry him bridal style. Nyoka let out a little giggle at the treatment that Nod seemed puzzled at, but didn’t comment on. They began to move slowly towards the temple as Nyoka settled down into the hold of his new servant.

“Comfortable, Sir?” Nod questioned.

“Yes, very,” Nyoka said. “Take me into the temple, please.”

Nod complied with his new masters request. They moved away from the hot sun and into the entrance of the temple. As soon as the cool shade was over them Nyoka let out a relieved sigh. He was starting to feel like he was inside of an oven out there. Even the burning heat from the torches that lined the walls as they traveled didn’t compare to the horribly oppressive sun outside.

“Comfortable?” Nod asked again before laying one of his four hands down over Nyoka’s belly.

“I said yes,” Nyoka said with a chuckle. “Don’t be so nervous. Just relax, Nod.”

Nod looked a bit sheepish, but nodded his head in compliance. He began to rub his hand up and down the spot where it settled on Nyoka’s robes. His hand went up and down and even through Nyoka’s thick robes he could feel the fingers press down through the fabric and press up against sensitive areas.

“Mhmhm,” Nyoka giggled softly. “That tickles… Mhmhm…”

“Oh, sorry,” Nod said before quickly moving his hand away.

“No, keep going,” Nyoka said. “It feels nice.”

Nod looked a bit confused, but after a moment gingerly moved his hand back to the spot. He began to rub once more, this time pressing his fingers down a bit deeper. He even dared to slip his fingers under the flap of one of Nyoka’s robe ends. He wiggled his fingers until he found the soft purple fur of Nyoka’s belly graze against his fingertips, and then he froze.

“Like this, Master?” Nod asked while glancing away from Nyoka’s face. He seemed really embarrassed. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t be so nervous,” Nyoka said. “It’s fun to be tickled a little. Especially by a big handsome jackal like yourself.”

“Y-You’re too kind, sir,” Nod said sheepishly. “If you insist, I suppose.”

With Nyoka’s go ahead Nod began to run his fingertips gently over the coyote’s bare belly. The sight of his fingers moving under the robe made Nyoka’s heart flutter. He also was very aware of the thin and pointy fingers digging into his tummy. He let out a quick giggle before covering his mouth with his hand and shutting his eyes. He tensed up but tried his hardest to keep from doing anything dramatic that might cause him to fall out of Nod’s arms.

Slow and tedious strokes ran up and down his belly. Nod seemed afraid at first and moved his fingers hesitantly, and occasionally glanced towards Nyoka’s face to assure himself he was indeed enjoying himself.

“Hehehe!” Nyoka giggled and squirmed as he sucked his belly in. “Y-You’re hardly g-gohohoing for me!”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Nod said as his fingers slowed. “It’s just… In my god’s time, tickling was used as punishment. When Royalty misbehaved we tickled them because it left no marks but still taught them a lesson. To be asked to inflict it is… strange.”

“Well, I’m not getting angry, am I?” Nyoka asked. “I like being tickled. It’s… exciting!”

“Exciting?” Nod asked.

“Y’know… in a few ways,” Nyoka said before blushing and giggling to himself.

After a moment of confusion Nod suddenly seemed to realize what Nyoka meant. His eyes widened and his ears suddenly bent back in embarrassment.

“Oh, I see,” Nod said quickly. “In that case… w-would you like me to continue? Tickling you, I mean?”

“Of course,” Nyoka said. “Lemme really have it!”

Nod put on the tiniest of smiles. He looked like he was actually enjoying himself a little bit.

“Okay, Master,” Nod said.

While Nyoka was distracted at the sight of fingers returning to his belly he didn’t expect one of Nod’s many hands to suddenly go for one of his dangling paws. Very quickly his foot was snatched and fingers began to graze up and down his arch. Nyoka let out a loud squealing giggle and kicked his legs.

“A-Ahahaha! Heheheehy! Eehehehee!”

“Ehehe, this is a bit fun,” Nod admitted aloud.

Nyoka continued to fight off his giggling as Nod kept on prodding and rubbing his feet. He was slow and sensual and moved his fingers slowly to find the spots which best made Nyoka feel like giggling. Whenever Nyoka couldn’t keep it in any longer and let out a patictuarly loud giggle Nod would begin to stroke that area up and down for several moments until Nyoka could take it no longer and began kicking his feet in a giggling fit.

One of Nod’s hands ran up his leg under his robe, and very gently ran over his sheath. Nyoka blushed and continued to giggle, but did not stop Nod from touching him there. A light rub was all it took to make Nyoka want to purr with delight.

“You know,” Nyoka said. “You have really adorable feet, Nod.”

“I-I do?” Nod asked.

“Mhm,” Nyoka said with a slight nod of his head. “I wouldn’t mind tickling them sometime.”

“I-If you wish, Master,” Nod said with a slight blush on his cheeks as he glanced away. “Though I only hope my feet are ticklish enough for your liking.”

Nyoka couldn’t stop smiling at how adorable his new servant was.

Finally the two entered a large chamber. The hallway opened up into a massive room filled with the light of torches. Nyoka looked up to see the massive god Anubis sitting on a throne in the center of the room. He looked relaxed with his hands on the armrests and his feet kicked up on a footrest toward the entrance hall which revealed the soles of his feet to Nyoka and Nod.

“Ahem,” Anubis said. “I sensed the one who freed me was on their way.”

Nod paused when Nyoka tapped his shoulder and then squirmed out of his arms. The servant fell down to one knee and bowed his head. Nyoka took a few steps forward and also got down on his knees to bow to the god just an arms length away from his outstretched feet.

“Greetings, Anubis,” Nyoka said as respectfully as he could.

“I must thank you again for setting me free,” Anubis said casually as he examined his arm and the rest of his body. “The world has changed so much in my absence. I plan to do many great things to change this.”

Nyoka glanced up, but it was hard to look at anything but Anubis’ large feet. He found it difficult to constrain himself and eventually outstretched his hands to grab one of the god’s large soles. Anubis didn’t seem to mind, and in fact let out a sound of mild pleasure as fingers began to rub and prod his tired feet. No doubt he was used to receiving foot rubs from servants in his past glory.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Anubis said. “Normally I’d expect the one who freed me to make demands by now. You’re a strange fur, Nyoka.”

Nyoka was unsure how to respond to this. He wasn’t about to lie and say that he wanted NOTHING in return for freeing Anubis, but he also very much aware that asking for favors from a god was no light matter.

“Go ahead,” Anubis said. “I know you wish for something. Tell me what it is and I’ll give it to you with the best of my abilities.”

“Are you sure?” Nyoka asked. He felt his face flush. He didn’t expect this to come so… easily.

“Hehe, shy are we?” Anubis asked before outstretching one of his feet and pressing it right up underneath Nyoka’s chin. The toes of the god’s sole stroked gently and Nyoka felt himself become light headed. He felt as if he might pass out.

“S-Sir,” Nyoka said. “I uh… M-My request is a little unusual. I hope that’s okay.”

“Let me hear it,” Anubis said. “No use beating around the bush. I hate mortals who waste my time.”

Nyoka nodded his head quickly and began to quickly babble.

“W-Well, I had this idea… An obstacle course of sorts. Something furs could run through and the obstacles involve traps that can tickle them and pleasure them. Maybe I could go with them and be an obstacle myself? In the end those who win can please me.”

Nyoka was blushing hard now. He dared to glance up to see a look of mild confusion on Anubis’ face. He wondered if his request was too outlandish and too strange to even be taken seriously.

“You are a strange mortal, Nyoka. Back in my day mortals wished for power and money,” Anubis said before letting off a light smile. “However, you are amusing. I suppose I can make this happen.”

“R-Really?” Nyoka asked in a voice that went up several octaves higher than his normal tone. He was a bit struck that it had been this easy.

“You did free me,” Anubis said before waving his hand. “To deny a simple request, even a strange one, would be dishonorable of me. Give me a moment, and I’ll grant you your wish.”

Nyoka could feel his heart race. He continued to absentmindedly rub at the sole of the god before watching as Anubis raised his hand and outstretched it. Suddenly the entire temple began to creak and moan, and Nyoka jumped as the sight of pillars began to erupt from the floor and ceiling.

With the gods' powers the inside of the throne room began to meld and twist like clay instead of stone. What had once been blank walls and floors transformed into obstacles of various shapes and sizes. Pits in the floor opened up, and very quickly a dangerous game began to unfold before Nyoka’s eyes.

Absent-mindedly Nyoka stood up and took a few steps towards the unfolding magic of it all. Anubis didn’t even seem to be working that hard, and let out a yarn as the course finished itself. Nyoka however stared in awe, which must have been amusing to the jackal god given the chuckle he let out.

“Impressed?” Anubis said. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve used my powers. I fear I may be rusty.”

“N-No!” Nyoka said quickly. “It’s great! I love it!”

Anubis chuckled again. He raised his hand once more and gave it another wave, and then snapped his fingers. When he did so a puff of smoke appeared and blinded Nyoka for a moment. After flinching and taking a moment to recover once he was able to see again he saw a group of jackals standing tall at the entrance to the course. All of them were dressed similarly with golden cuffs and anklets as well as cloth skirts much like Nod’s own. Their chests were bare and nearly identical.

“Oh, wow,” Nyoka said.

“Does it please you?” Anubis asked.

“V-Very much!” Nyoka said in a high pitched voice of excitement.

“Go, then,” Anubis said. “Their trial awaits.”

Nyoka put on a great big grin on his face and headed over to the group of summoned jackals. They all seemed to be created by Anubis himself, so they paid little attention to him.

“Can they maybe carry me through it?” Nyoka asked.

Anubis shrugged, and waved his hand again. Suddenly hands grasped around Nyoka and the coyote let out a yelp of surprise before he was hoisted up into the air and held much like Nod had held him before. He moved Nyoka so the coyote was able to grip onto his back and hang like a backpack. The coyote started to giggle.

“Well then, are we ready?” Anubis asked. “Servants! Run the course!”

All of the jackals got into position in unison. They moved like robots in sync, even the one Nyoka was on the back of. A line was drawn on the floor where each of their toes sat behind.

“Ready!” Anubis shouted in a roaring voice worthy of a god. “Set! Go!”

Suddenly Nyoka had to hold on for dear life.

The first obstacle was simple. It was a series of parkour. After the starting like a simple four-foot wide jump was placed that every one of the jackals cleared easily. Nyoka clung desperately and gasped as the jackal he was attached to landed and took off running. The coyote was surprised that even with the added weight the two were able to keep themselves close to the front of the pack, with only one or two jackals in front of them.

A few more jumps caused Nyoka to gasp and hug the jackal tightly. It was impressive just how swiftly all of them moved. Their muscles rippled and Nyoka couldn’t help but find himself occasionally glancing around at all the handsome furs surrounding him.

Finally the group reached an obstacle that forced them to stop. A set of two walls about four feet apart stood before them. There was a ledge in the distance upward about ten feet, and a pit that was so deep it was nothing but black underneath. In order to cross the jackals would need to stretch out their bodies and use their arms and legs on the set of walls to climb. It looked daunting, and all of the jackals hesitated as they gauged how to best attack it.

The first Jackal to move was the bravest. He jumped with ease and stuck the landing. He began to climb upward very slowly. Suddenly the Jackal that Nyoka was clinging to pushed aside the hesitant others and did the same. Nyoka let out a gasp of panic as the two of them left the ground. He gripped tightly and found his hands falling from the jackal’s shoulders to tightly gripping around his underarms. His fingers dug into the first thing he managed to grip onto, which happened to be the jackal’s underarms.

“Mmmph!” Suddenly the Jackal Nyoka was hanging off of froze. A noise escaped his mouth. It was an all too familiar noise that suddenly made Nyoka blush. The jackal began to grin. His lips quivered as a smile he fought against slowly overcame his face. His eyes widened in a panic as he shook his head slowly while fighting off snickers and whines.

Despite the situation and the peril the two of them were in; something began to overtake Nyoka. The poor coyote was usually nice and sweet, but the idea of tickling usually overcast his better judgement. It did make his rational brain turn all fuzzy and made it difficult to think of anything except getting more of that laughter out of the target he set his eyes on.

Thus, Nyoka did something foolish. Upon realizing the reaction out of the jackal was a ticklish one he ran his fingers once more through the pits of the jackal’s exposed body.

“A-Ahaha! He-Hehehey!” The jackal cried. He was suddenly frozen with the rest of the contestants complaining about being held back. The one in front of them had a big lead, and was almost fully up and past the obstacle.

Nyoka continued to stroke and run his fingers. He clung to the body of the jackal by wrapping his legs around the waist. He managed to stroke and graze his fingertips gracefully with the occasional claw. He giggled to himself as he felt the jackal squirm helpless.y He was locked in place, unable to move. His limbs all stretched out began to tremble. The tickling was making him weaker.

“P-Pleheheese! Stop! Eee! Not there! Ahahaha!”

Helpless and in peril the jackal tried to plead for mercy. Nyoka was too focused on that delicious laughter to even consider letting up. He began to reach his hands further around and found the jackal’s pecs and nipples. He stroked and pinched gently, and earned several gasps and yelps and giggles in return. Nyoka could feel himself begin to stiffen under his robed, and it pushed up against the lower back of the jackal.

“E-Ehehehe! Nohohoo! Ahahahaah!”

The pleading was delicious. Nyoka couldn’t stop himself now. He ran his hands down further to the jackals sides and began to drag his claw tips up and down the muscular abs. A high pitched squeal escaped the jackal’s mouth.

“A-AHAHAHAA! NOHOOHOO! NOT THERE! EEEHEHEHEEEE!”

It would seem that Nyoka had managed to hit a sweet spot. His sides in particular resulted in the loudest and most unhinged laughter yet. The poor creature let out a howl of panic and instantly all of his limbs began to shake. He was weakening, and Nyoka knew it yet could not bring himself to stop. He was far, far too hungry to do so.

Finally… He slipped. Nyoka realized he had gone too far when suddenly he felt his belly rush up to his throat. The pull of gravity was strong, and caused him to let out a yelp of shock and terror. As the dark pit below grew closer and closer something snagged at the back of Nyoka’s robes and caught him in mid air. He was suddenly levitated upward and set down on the top of the platform where he sat on hands and knees panting. He looked over to see Anubis lower his hand. The god had saved him, it seemed.

When Nyoka looked back he saw that the jackal he had caused to fall had also been grabbed by Anubis’ magic, and was quickly being whisked away to the front of the pack past the finish line where he would most likely wait until the race was finished. Behind that the rest of the jackals were beginning to move. They went quick, and several passed by Nyoka as he struggled to catch his breath and get back up to his shaking knees.

To avoid getting left behind, Nyoka began to move slowly. He slid down a ramp which seemed to extend into the second part of the obstacle course. Dozens of tendrils of white webs were around. They seemed sticky to the touch, as many of the jackals who had passed him were slowing down trying to get themselves unstuck. Nyoka being much smaller than them was able to move easily through the messiness of it all.

Eventually the coyote found a mess. One of the jackals seemed to have gotten himself all tangled up and was lying in a cocooned mess. Nyoka approached slowly and saw the squirming servant whine and struggle. He reached down and grabbed at the webbing and slowly tore it away, only to be greeted by the sight of a bare chest. The jackal’s arms were raised up and trapped. His entire upper body was exposed, and for Nyoka that was far too enticing to simply ignore.

“H-Hey!” The jackal whined. “Help me! I’m stuck! Nnngh! C’mon, get this stuff off!”

Nyoka could barely pay attention to his words. He was far more occupied with lowering his hands down and touching them against the jackal’s exposed pecs. A loud gasp escaped the bound fur.

“Mmmph! Stop that!”

Nyoka of course couldn’t stop. That overwhelming desire took him over again, and he moved the tips of his fingers up to the two helplessly exposed pits of the jackal. A single wiggle of one finger in each pit was enough to make the poor servant let out a loud and high-pitched whine.

“A-Ahahaha! Nnngh! N-No! Not there! L-Leave me alone!”

Oh wow. This guy was adorable. He was a lot more sensitive than the other jackal had been. He seemed fearful of just how exposed he was, and was unable to protect himself in the slightest from the two fingers wiggling senselessly around his pits. Perhaps it was the panic of being utterly trapped that caused him to squeal so loudly so quickly.

Nyoka grinned and added more fingers to the jackals' sensitive pits. He got a wonderfully delightful reaction as a high-pitched whine escaped the poor servant’s mouth. He could tell the poor guy was trying to keep it in, but he was doing an awful job at it.

“MMMPHPHPH… MMMMM…. EHEHEHEEEEE!”

In the end the laughter escaped from his lips as he continued to cry out. Helplessly he squirmed with what little room the webbings would permit, which wasn’t much at all. Nyoka was practically drooling as he moved his fingers down and began to stroke them over the pecs and nipples of the jackal, who responded with an even louder cry of ticklish panic.

“A-Ahahahaha! Not there! Ehehehee! Not my nipples!”

It seemed every spot Nyoka touched was more sensitive than the last. All it took was a light stroke to receive a wonderful bout of giggles. When he dug his claws in and really started to attack he received desperate and loud cries of laughter that very quickly turned into pleas that fell on deaf ears. Nyoka could hardly think straight and was unable to stop himself from prodding and teasing more and more. He ran his claws down to the abdomen of the jackal, and then back up. He ran his fingers the entire length of the midsection and up to the pits again and again with rapid lightening speeds so the poor jackal would never predict where he might be tickled next.

“AHAHAHA! NOHOHOOOO!”

Nyoka couldn’t stand it any more. His eyes wandered down to the bound and cocooned bottom half of the jackal’s body. Nearly without thought he reached down his hand and grabbed the webbing and began to tear it off. Soon enough the jackal’s feet were exposed and scrunched in fear.

“No! No please! Not my feet! Anything but that!” The jackal pleaded.

Nyoka might have felt sorry if he was able to control himself. Instead he hungrily moved his body so he could sit on top of the cocoon and faced the feet. He then lowered his hands and dug his claws into both soles at once. The reaction was instant and oh so satisfying.

“Eeeeeeheheheeee nohohohooo!”

An immediate explosion. Nyoka hadn’t even begun to properly tickle. The prodding of his fingers was enough to make the jackal squeal. He ran his claws upward, and the laughter grew stronger and louder. He could feel the poor helpless servant squirm with newfound energy trying in vain to fight against the horrible bindings that kept him trapped. It was useless.

Nyoka began to drag his claws all over the feet. He started at the heels and moved up to the balls of the feet. He pulled the toes back and ran his claws underneath them. Each spot seemed even more ticklish than the last with the poor jackal screaming and pleading for mercy. As he trailed his fingers up and down the jackal became more and more hysteric.

“AHAHAHAHAA! EHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOOOOO! STOP STOP STOHOHOHOOOOP!”

It was difficult to make out what he was even saying under all that laughter, which only made Nyoka more excited. He raked his claws so hard that the soles of the poor jackal’s feet began to blush from all the attention they were getting. Each touch brought louder and more violent reactions.

It wasn’t until at least eight of the other obstacle course racers passed Nyoka did he realize he was very quickly being left behind. He looked down and saw no sign of any other racers. The poor jackal in his bindings was panting and whining helplessly, and curling his toes in fear of more tickles upon his sensitive soles.

“Crap, I gotta go,” Nyoka said quickly as he got up.

Leaving the cocooned jackal behind to recover Nyoka quickly headed down through the rest of the obstacles. Most of the webbing had either been torn or was easy for the smaller coyote to get around easily. He could see the end of the second obstacle in sight, and made one final jump over a small platform to reach it. There was another flat slope that he was able to slide down which led underground into the third and final obstacle.

Nyoka hit the ground hard and sat there for a moment rubbing his behind. He groaned in a bit of pain before he heard a cry of fear and looked up to see what the noise was about. He realized he was in a long stretch of tunnel. There were several stones all spread about with vines hanging from the ceiling. Between the stones were large pools of sand that seemed to be sucking downward. Nyoka quickly recognized it as quicksand. He saw in the distance a few jackals balancing awkwardly on the small stones or even trying their luck at the vines.

Nyoka got up and headed down the stone path. He was able to balance with ease and jump without much worry given his side. He saw ahead that the path looked clear, but whenever a jackal stepped on a wrong stole it sunk into the ground to reveal a large patch of quicksand. It made it a deadly game to take too quickly.

Nyoka came up upon one jackal who had tested his luck too harshly and was now paying the consequences. He was hanging with his legs up to his knees sucked into the sand clinging to a vine on the ceiling that had snapped and was just now hanging by a rope. He whimpered and whined, and seemed unable to summon the strength he needed to pull him out to safety.

The coyote approached slowly.

“Ah! Ah! H-Help, please!” The jackal whined. “I-I can’t pull myself up!”

Nyoka was once again entranced by the helpless body of another servant. His entire chest and pits were fully exposed. Almost hypnotically Nyoka reached out his paws and dug his fingertips down into the jackal’s sides.

“A-Ah! Mmmphphpppmm! Wh-What are you doing?” The jackal cried out. His fingers nearly slipped from the vine but by some miracle managed to stay clinging.

Just as sensitive as the last jackal in the cocoon it seemed. Nyoka had barely had to touch him to get such a reaction. He drug his claws upward and began to let them wiggle and dance at the bottom of the jackal’s ribs. Panic caused the poor servant’s eyes to widen as he twisted and squirmed while tightening his grip harder on the hanging vine.

“A-Ahahaha! St-Stop it! Ehehehe! Ohohooo!”

The further upward Nyoka trailed his fingers the louder and squirmier the jackal got. He kept trying to shift from side to side and even back to avoid the tickling claws but no matter what he did he was trapped.

“Not the pits! Eheehehehe nohoho please!”

Nyoka simply couldn’t listen to that request… it was far, far too enticing to stick his fingers into the taut and helpless pits of the jackal. He ran his fingers up and down over and over again, and eventually began raking the fingers as roughly as he could to get the most ticklish reaction possible.

“AAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOOOP!”

It seemed that it was all far too much for the poor jackal. He grew quite hysterical the longer his pits were touched, and eventually the grip on the vine loosened enough for him to suddenly slip. He let out a yelp of panic as he was pulled down quickly into the sand. However, just before he was submerged his squirming had managed to somehow wrap his wrists in the vine above which only kept him trapped. It began to look frayed as if it might snap any second.

Nyoka giggled and moved closer. He pressed his bulge under his robe up to one of the pits of the jackal who only continued to whine. He pressed gently and whined softly at how good it felt all while reaching his hand around to stroke and prod the pit.

“A-Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Nohohoo! Ee-Eeee the vine! The vine!”

Nyoka didn’t focus hard on all of that. He was too busy humping and stroking. If he had been a bit less in his head he might have noticed the last strands of the vine snapping away before at last with a loud crack it gave away, and the jackal slipped down into the sand.

“Ahhh!”

Just before the jackal's head was entirely submerged he was engulfed in the same magic that had caught the jackal who fell in the pit before, and suddenly vanished. It seemed Anubis had saved his life.

“Aww, man,” Nyoka said softly. “I was having fun.”

Nyoka got up to his feet and realized that most of the jackals had cleared the obstacle. He moved down the line, unable to find another in quite the same fun predicament as the last one. At the end of the tunnel there was a light that led back into the temple. Nyoka passed it quickly only to see a group of jackals either on the ground catching their breath or standing tall. One jackal in particular seemed to be the center of attention as all the others congratulated him. It seemed he was the winner.

“Nice of you to join us, Nyoka,” Anubis said.

Nyoka recognized a jackal who had not been part of the race who came up to him. Nod. His servant bowed his head and smiled.

“Did you have fun, sir?” Nod asked.

“Tons,” Nyoka said with a giggle. “But I’m not done yet!”

Seemingly on cue the Jackal who all the others had been excitedly gathering around made his way toward Nyoka. He got down on his knees and outstretched his four arms for Nyoka to come to him. The coyote giggled, and did so. He turned around so he was able to sit in the arms of the jackal with his chest pressed up to the back of the servant. Suddenly two of the four hands began to unbind his robes from his body and expose him. One of the hands went down to his cock which was already semi-erect from all of the previous tickling he had experienced.

Anubis waved his hand and suddenly brought fourth were two jackals. Nyoka recognized them as the one who had fallen in the first obstacle as well as the one who had gotten sucked down into quicksand. They were hanging from their wrists by webbing, and their mouths were gagged by the same substance. Their arms and legs were fully binded in the stuff to the point they looked like mummies with everything except their bare chests and head invisible.

“Tickle them!” Nyoka said. “Show no mercy!”

The two jackals widened their eyes in a panic. A few of the racers who had managed to finish approached and lifted their hands in a claw-like motion. The two jackals began to whine and shake their heads in a panicked tone as the fingers got closer and closer. All at once several hands began attacking the jackal's poor exposed bodies at once. Given that the servants had four arms they were able to tickle their pits as well as their sides at the same time. Hysteria set in quickly, and even behind the gag Nyoka could hear their helpless laughter.

The two seemed to very quickly panic. One shut their eyes while the other shook their head frantically as the fingers began to move. The bodies for a moment silently squirmed as they hung. They were fighting hard to not laugh. As they fought their reactions grew more and more extreme to the point their mummified bodies began to swing back and forth. The fingers proved to be too much, and eventually the two jackals broke.

“MMMPHPPPPMMMM! MHMMMMM!” The two jackals squealed in muffled unison. They shook and trembled in the bindings to no avail as the racers all giggled and teased their helpless servant friends. They began to take turns poking and prodding their exposed upper bodies while never once allowing the two a chance for a break.

“MMMPHPHPPPP!”

Poor helpless jackals continued to squeal and laugh. Even muffled they were loud and in hysteria at the relentless hands touching every inch of their sensitive bodies.

Some of the jackals got down and began to go for the feet of the two servants which weren’t encased in webbing. The moment their soles got touched both servants eyes widened in panic, and their screams became so loud that even the gag couldn’t contain them. By sheer force of hysteria their laughter forced their mouths open so forcefully that the webbing gag was torn away, and their laughter began to echo loudly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOO! NO NOT THERE! AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOOOOO!”

The two jackals squealed and pleaded but no mercy came. They were reduced to nothing but tickle toys for Nyoka’s amusement. The winning servant continued to stroke Nyoka’s hard cock and rub his body. He began to feel more and more aroused and closer to climax.

A few of the servants began to tease the mummified jackals through their webbed constrictions. Their cocks were visible in bulge form and very quickly the servants began to stroke at them. A new sound escaped both jackals mouths as their cocks were teased and tickled along with the rest of them.

“AAAHAHAHAH EHEHEHEHE NOHOHOOOO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! PLEASE STOP IT TIHIHIHICKLES! AHAHAHAHAAA NOOOO!”

“AHAHAHAHAH PLEHEHEHEEEESE STOP! I’M TICKLISH I’M TICKLISH EHEHEHEEEEE NOOOO!”

Nyoka could feel himself get closer and closer. He began to whine and thrust his hips as he watched the two mummified servants suffer from ticklish agony. He watched them squirm and writhe and plead. As the tickling show consumed his thoughts he felt himself reach the point of no return and came with a loud and echoing moan that filled the temple. He shot seed hard into the air far enough to land several feet in front of him.

“Ahhh!” Nyoka let out a loud moan and sigh as the high of the orgasm faded. He leaned back into the winner’s arms and let himself relax as he watched the two servants continue to be tormented. Nod grew closer and grabbed for Nyoka as well, and suddenly he was in between the two jackals who were both vying for the honor of cuddling him as he relaxed.

“Goodnight, coyote,” Anubis said. “May their laughter send you off into dreamland.”

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Nyoka strode slowly as the hot desert air blew towards him and kicked up in his direction. He raised an arm to cover his face, though with his brown hood hanging so low it was likely unnecessary. His robes were long enough to fall down to his feet and obscure them unless he was taking broad steps. He moved silently in his cloak as he stared around him. The sight of ancient structures and temples were surrounding him, as well as the sight of dozens of furs gathered around. The purple coyote kept mostly to himself, as he preferred to do when in busy areas.

However Nyoka wasn’t here simply for sight seeing. The reason this place was even lively was because of him, though few knew it. The god of this temple had recently awoken, and he had been the one to free him from his coffin.

Nyoka clutched his staff in one hand and a spellbook in his other as he walked. Even though his robes protected him from the harsh sun he was still heated and felt as if he were burning up. He wanted to move quickly and hoped to find some shade deeper into his journey.

Nyoka approached the entrance to the temple where a large jackal covered in golden robes and armor waited. He held a spear in his hand, and held it sideways as a bar to stop Nyoka.

“Halt,” The guard said.

Nyoka lowered his hood slowly, and the guard instantly widened his eyes and raised the spear.

“I-I’m sorry, Nyoka,” The guard said. “I didn’t realize it was you.”

“Not to worry,” Nyoka said. “I’ve come to request something of Anubis.”

“Certainly,” The guard said with a nod of his head. “I’m sure he’d be more than willing to offer his services to the one who freed him. However, before you go…”

Nyoka raised a brow in confusion before watching the guard lift fingers to his lips and let out a loud whistle. Suddenly from around the corner a black furred jackal appeared. He was wearing a skirt made of cloth and cufflinks of red and blue. His chest was bare, as were his legs and feet. He also had four arms, which was a brief surprise to Nyoka though he did not show it on his face. The jackal approached quickly with a nervous look on his face.

“Y-Yessir?” The jackal said nervously to the guard. “You called?”

“Nod,” The guard said. “This coyote here has done our god a great service. Though it is not enough to repay him, I wish to start by offering him a servant of his own. You are to be his. Do you understand?”

Nod looked quickly to Nyoka and looked him up and down.

“I said do you understand?” The guard asked.

“O-Oh, yes, I do!” Nod said quickly before jumping. For being so large and well built he seemed awfully nervous. He quickly got down onto one knee and bent his head toward Nyoka. “I pledge myself to you. Do with me as you wish, Master.”

“Stand up, please,” Nyoka said. He felt himself grow a bit embarrassed at the sight of the large servant bowing before him. Nod complied, and Nyoka took a moment to look the jackal up and down his body. Despite being so large and well built he carried himself nervously and seemed to try to make himself appear much smaller than he really was despite standing several feet taller than Nyoka. Nyoka’s eyes fell down to the servant’s feet. Large and wide paws which settled against the sandy pathway. He kept shifting his weight and once even hid one of his feet over the other in a very adorable manner.

Nyoka put on a smile before stepping forward. Nod jumped and tensed but quickly let out a yelp of surprise when Nyoka’s arms wrapped around his midsection. Nyoka could tell that Nod was puzzled and confused by this interaction by the way it took him several moments to cease tensing up so tightly.

“Hehe, don’t worry,” Nyoka said. “I’m gonna take good care of you, Nod.”

“Th-Thank you, Sir,” Nod said softly.

“Well then, if that’s settled,” The guard said. “The tomb is further inside of the temple. Feel free to go in whenever you like.”

“I can carry you, Master,” Nod said quickly as soon as Nyoka backed off and took a few steps back. “If you’d like that. It’s no trouble at all.”

“I’d like that, Nod,” Nyoka said with a gentle smile. “But please let me know if you get tired. I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own.”

Nod nodded his head with plenty of gusto. He very quickly crouched down and swooped up Nyoka in his many arms and began to carry him bridal style. Nyoka let out a little giggle at the treatment that Nod seemed puzzled at, but didn’t comment on. They began to move slowly towards the temple as Nyoka settled down into the hold of his new servant.

“Comfortable, Sir?” Nod questioned.

“Yes, very,” Nyoka said. “Take me into the temple, please.”

Nod complied with his new masters request. They moved away from the hot sun and into the entrance of the temple. As soon as the cool shade was over them Nyoka let out a relieved sigh. He was starting to feel like he was inside of an oven out there. Even the burning heat from the torches that lined the walls as they traveled didn’t compare to the horribly oppressive sun outside.

“Comfortable?” Nod asked again before laying one of his four hands down over Nyoka’s belly.

“I said yes,” Nyoka said with a chuckle. “Don’t be so nervous. Just relax, Nod.”

Nod looked a bit sheepish, but nodded his head in compliance. He began to rub his hand up and down the spot where it settled on Nyoka’s robes. His hand went up and down and even through Nyoka’s thick robes he could feel the fingers press down through the fabric and press up against sensitive areas.

“Mhmhm,” Nyoka giggled softly. “That tickles… Mhmhm…”

“Oh, sorry,” Nod said before quickly moving his hand away.

“No, keep going,” Nyoka said. “It feels nice.”

Nod looked a bit confused, but after a moment gingerly moved his hand back to the spot. He began to rub once more, this time pressing his fingers down a bit deeper. He even dared to slip his fingers under the flap of one of Nyoka’s robe ends. He wiggled his fingers until he found the soft purple fur of Nyoka’s belly graze against his fingertips, and then he froze.

“Like this, Master?” Nod asked while glancing away from Nyoka’s face. He seemed really embarrassed. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t be so nervous,” Nyoka said. “It’s fun to be tickled a little. Especially by a big handsome jackal like yourself.”

“Y-You’re too kind, sir,” Nod said sheepishly. “If you insist, I suppose.”

With Nyoka’s go ahead Nod began to run his fingertips gently over the coyote’s bare belly. The sight of his fingers moving under the robe made Nyoka’s heart flutter. He also was very aware of the thin and pointy fingers digging into his tummy. He let out a quick giggle before covering his mouth with his hand and shutting his eyes. He tensed up but tried his hardest to keep from doing anything dramatic that might cause him to fall out of Nod’s arms.

Slow and tedious strokes ran up and down his belly. Nod seemed afraid at first and moved his fingers hesitantly, and occasionally glanced towards Nyoka’s face to assure himself he was indeed enjoying himself.

“Hehehe!” Nyoka giggled and squirmed as he sucked his belly in. “Y-You’re hardly g-gohohoing for me!”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Nod said as his fingers slowed. “It’s just… In my god’s time, tickling was used as punishment. When Royalty misbehaved we tickled them because it left no marks but still taught them a lesson. To be asked to inflict it is… strange.”

“Well, I’m not getting angry, am I?” Nyoka asked. “I like being tickled. It’s… exciting!”

“Exciting?” Nod asked.

“Y’know… in a few ways,” Nyoka said before blushing and giggling to himself.

After a moment of confusion Nod suddenly seemed to realize what Nyoka meant. His eyes widened and his ears suddenly bent back in embarrassment.

“Oh, I see,” Nod said quickly. “In that case… w-would you like me to continue? Tickling you, I mean?”

“Of course,” Nyoka said. “Lemme really have it!”

Nod put on the tiniest of smiles. He looked like he was actually enjoying himself a little bit.

“Okay, Master,” Nod said.

While Nyoka was distracted at the sight of fingers returning to his belly he didn’t expect one of Nod’s many hands to suddenly go for one of his dangling paws. Very quickly his foot was snatched and fingers began to graze up and down his arch. Nyoka let out a loud squealing giggle and kicked his legs.

“A-Ahahaha! Heheheehy! Eehehehee!”

“Ehehe, this is a bit fun,” Nod admitted aloud.

Nyoka continued to fight off his giggling as Nod kept on prodding and rubbing his feet. He was slow and sensual and moved his fingers slowly to find the spots which best made Nyoka feel like giggling. Whenever Nyoka couldn’t keep it in any longer and let out a patictuarly loud giggle Nod would begin to stroke that area up and down for several moments until Nyoka could take it no longer and began kicking his feet in a giggling fit.

One of Nod’s hands ran up his leg under his robe, and very gently ran over his sheath. Nyoka blushed and continued to giggle, but did not stop Nod from touching him there. A light rub was all it took to make Nyoka want to purr with delight.

“You know,” Nyoka said. “You have really adorable feet, Nod.”

“I-I do?” Nod asked.

“Mhm,” Nyoka said with a slight nod of his head. “I wouldn’t mind tickling them sometime.”

“I-If you wish, Master,” Nod said with a slight blush on his cheeks as he glanced away. “Though I only hope my feet are ticklish enough for your liking.”

Nyoka couldn’t stop smiling at how adorable his new servant was.

Finally the two entered a large chamber. The hallway opened up into a massive room filled with the light of torches. Nyoka looked up to see the massive god Anubis sitting on a throne in the center of the room. He looked relaxed with his hands on the armrests and his feet kicked up on a footrest toward the entrance hall which revealed the soles of his feet to Nyoka and Nod.

“Ahem,” Anubis said. “I sensed the one who freed me was on their way.”

Nod paused when Nyoka tapped his shoulder and then squirmed out of his arms. The servant fell down to one knee and bowed his head. Nyoka took a few steps forward and also got down on his knees to bow to the god just an arms length away from his outstretched feet.

“Greetings, Anubis,” Nyoka said as respectfully as he could.

“I must thank you again for setting me free,” Anubis said casually as he examined his arm and the rest of his body. “The world has changed so much in my absence. I plan to do many great things to change this.”

Nyoka glanced up, but it was hard to look at anything but Anubis’ large feet. He found it difficult to constrain himself and eventually outstretched his hands to grab one of the god’s large soles. Anubis didn’t seem to mind, and in fact let out a sound of mild pleasure as fingers began to rub and prod his tired feet. No doubt he was used to receiving foot rubs from servants in his past glory.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Anubis said. “Normally I’d expect the one who freed me to make demands by now. You’re a strange fur, Nyoka.”

Nyoka was unsure how to respond to this. He wasn’t about to lie and say that he wanted NOTHING in return for freeing Anubis, but he also very much aware that asking for favors from a god was no light matter.

“Go ahead,” Anubis said. “I know you wish for something. Tell me what it is and I’ll give it to you with the best of my abilities.”

“Are you sure?” Nyoka asked. He felt his face flush. He didn’t expect this to come so… easily.

“Hehe, shy are we?” Anubis asked before outstretching one of his feet and pressing it right up underneath Nyoka’s chin. The toes of the god’s sole stroked gently and Nyoka felt himself become light headed. He felt as if he might pass out.

“S-Sir,” Nyoka said. “I uh… M-My request is a little unusual. I hope that’s okay.”

“Let me hear it,” Anubis said. “No use beating around the bush. I hate mortals who waste my time.”

Nyoka nodded his head quickly and began to quickly babble.

“W-Well, I had this idea… An obstacle course of sorts. Something furs could run through and the obstacles involve traps that can tickle them and pleasure them. Maybe I could go with them and be an obstacle myself? In the end those who win can please me.”

Nyoka was blushing hard now. He dared to glance up to see a look of mild confusion on Anubis’ face. He wondered if his request was too outlandish and too strange to even be taken seriously.

“You are a strange mortal, Nyoka. Back in my day mortals wished for power and money,” Anubis said before letting off a light smile. “However, you are amusing. I suppose I can make this happen.”

“R-Really?” Nyoka asked in a voice that went up several octaves higher than his normal tone. He was a bit struck that it had been this easy.

“You did free me,” Anubis said before waving his hand. “To deny a simple request, even a strange one, would be dishonorable of me. Give me a moment, and I’ll grant you your wish.”

Nyoka could feel his heart race. He continued to absentmindedly rub at the sole of the god before watching as Anubis raised his hand and outstretched it. Suddenly the entire temple began to creak and moan, and Nyoka jumped as the sight of pillars began to erupt from the floor and ceiling.

With the gods' powers the inside of the throne room began to meld and twist like clay instead of stone. What had once been blank walls and floors transformed into obstacles of various shapes and sizes. Pits in the floor opened up, and very quickly a dangerous game began to unfold before Nyoka’s eyes.

Absent-mindedly Nyoka stood up and took a few steps towards the unfolding magic of it all. Anubis didn’t even seem to be working that hard, and let out a yarn as the course finished itself. Nyoka however stared in awe, which must have been amusing to the jackal god given the chuckle he let out.

“Impressed?” Anubis said. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve used my powers. I fear I may be rusty.”

“N-No!” Nyoka said quickly. “It’s great! I love it!”

Anubis chuckled again. He raised his hand once more and gave it another wave, and then snapped his fingers. When he did so a puff of smoke appeared and blinded Nyoka for a moment. After flinching and taking a moment to recover once he was able to see again he saw a group of jackals standing tall at the entrance to the course. All of them were dressed similarly with golden cuffs and anklets as well as cloth skirts much like Nod’s own. Their chests were bare and nearly identical.

“Oh, wow,” Nyoka said.

“Does it please you?” Anubis asked.

“V-Very much!” Nyoka said in a high pitched voice of excitement.

“Go, then,” Anubis said. “Their trial awaits.”

Nyoka put on a great big grin on his face and headed over to the group of summoned jackals. They all seemed to be created by Anubis himself, so they paid little attention to him.

“Can they maybe carry me through it?” Nyoka asked.

Anubis shrugged, and waved his hand again. Suddenly hands grasped around Nyoka and the coyote let out a yelp of surprise before he was hoisted up into the air and held much like Nod had held him before. He moved Nyoka so the coyote was able to grip onto his back and hang like a backpack. The coyote started to giggle.

“Well then, are we ready?” Anubis asked. “Servants! Run the course!”

All of the jackals got into position in unison. They moved like robots in sync, even the one Nyoka was on the back of. A line was drawn on the floor where each of their toes sat behind.

“Ready!” Anubis shouted in a roaring voice worthy of a god. “Set! Go!”

Suddenly Nyoka had to hold on for dear life.

The first obstacle was simple. It was a series of parkour. After the starting like a simple four-foot wide jump was placed that every one of the jackals cleared easily. Nyoka clung desperately and gasped as the jackal he was attached to landed and took off running. The coyote was surprised that even with the added weight the two were able to keep themselves close to the front of the pack, with only one or two jackals in front of them.

A few more jumps caused Nyoka to gasp and hug the jackal tightly. It was impressive just how swiftly all of them moved. Their muscles rippled and Nyoka couldn’t help but find himself occasionally glancing around at all the handsome furs surrounding him.

Finally the group reached an obstacle that forced them to stop. A set of two walls about four feet apart stood before them. There was a ledge in the distance upward about ten feet, and a pit that was so deep it was nothing but black underneath. In order to cross the jackals would need to stretch out their bodies and use their arms and legs on the set of walls to climb. It looked daunting, and all of the jackals hesitated as they gauged how to best attack it.

The first Jackal to move was the bravest. He jumped with ease and stuck the landing. He began to climb upward very slowly. Suddenly the Jackal that Nyoka was clinging to pushed aside the hesitant others and did the same. Nyoka let out a gasp of panic as the two of them left the ground. He gripped tightly and found his hands falling from the jackal’s shoulders to tightly gripping around his underarms. His fingers dug into the first thing he managed to grip onto, which happened to be the jackal’s underarms.

“Mmmph!” Suddenly the Jackal Nyoka was hanging off of froze. A noise escaped his mouth. It was an all too familiar noise that suddenly made Nyoka blush. The jackal began to grin. His lips quivered as a smile he fought against slowly overcame his face. His eyes widened in a panic as he shook his head slowly while fighting off snickers and whines.

Despite the situation and the peril the two of them were in; something began to overtake Nyoka. The poor coyote was usually nice and sweet, but the idea of tickling usually overcast his better judgement. It did make his rational brain turn all fuzzy and made it difficult to think of anything except getting more of that laughter out of the target he set his eyes on.

Thus, Nyoka did something foolish. Upon realizing the reaction out of the jackal was a ticklish one he ran his fingers once more through the pits of the jackal’s exposed body.

“A-Ahaha! He-Hehehey!” The jackal cried. He was suddenly frozen with the rest of the contestants complaining about being held back. The one in front of them had a big lead, and was almost fully up and past the obstacle.

Nyoka continued to stroke and run his fingers. He clung to the body of the jackal by wrapping his legs around the waist. He managed to stroke and graze his fingertips gracefully with the occasional claw. He giggled to himself as he felt the jackal squirm helpless.y He was locked in place, unable to move. His limbs all stretched out began to tremble. The tickling was making him weaker.

“P-Pleheheese! Stop! Eee! Not there! Ahahaha!”

Helpless and in peril the jackal tried to plead for mercy. Nyoka was too focused on that delicious laughter to even consider letting up. He began to reach his hands further around and found the jackal’s pecs and nipples. He stroked and pinched gently, and earned several gasps and yelps and giggles in return. Nyoka could feel himself begin to stiffen under his robed, and it pushed up against the lower back of the jackal.

“E-Ehehehe! Nohohoo! Ahahahaah!”

The pleading was delicious. Nyoka couldn’t stop himself now. He ran his hands down further to the jackals sides and began to drag his claw tips up and down the muscular abs. A high pitched squeal escaped the jackal’s mouth.

“A-AHAHAHAA! NOHOOHOO! NOT THERE! EEEHEHEHEEEE!”

It would seem that Nyoka had managed to hit a sweet spot. His sides in particular resulted in the loudest and most unhinged laughter yet. The poor creature let out a howl of panic and instantly all of his limbs began to shake. He was weakening, and Nyoka knew it yet could not bring himself to stop. He was far, far too hungry to do so.

Finally… He slipped. Nyoka realized he had gone too far when suddenly he felt his belly rush up to his throat. The pull of gravity was strong, and caused him to let out a yelp of shock and terror. As the dark pit below grew closer and closer something snagged at the back of Nyoka’s robes and caught him in mid air. He was suddenly levitated upward and set down on the top of the platform where he sat on hands and knees panting. He looked over to see Anubis lower his hand. The god had saved him, it seemed.

When Nyoka looked back he saw that the jackal he had caused to fall had also been grabbed by Anubis’ magic, and was quickly being whisked away to the front of the pack past the finish line where he would most likely wait until the race was finished. Behind that the rest of the jackals were beginning to move. They went quick, and several passed by Nyoka as he struggled to catch his breath and get back up to his shaking knees.

To avoid getting left behind, Nyoka began to move slowly. He slid down a ramp which seemed to extend into the second part of the obstacle course. Dozens of tendrils of white webs were around. They seemed sticky to the touch, as many of the jackals who had passed him were slowing down trying to get themselves unstuck. Nyoka being much smaller than them was able to move easily through the messiness of it all.

Eventually the coyote found a mess. One of the jackals seemed to have gotten himself all tangled up and was lying in a cocooned mess. Nyoka approached slowly and saw the squirming servant whine and struggle. He reached down and grabbed at the webbing and slowly tore it away, only to be greeted by the sight of a bare chest. The jackal’s arms were raised up and trapped. His entire upper body was exposed, and for Nyoka that was far too enticing to simply ignore.

“H-Hey!” The jackal whined. “Help me! I’m stuck! Nnngh! C’mon, get this stuff off!”

Nyoka could barely pay attention to his words. He was far more occupied with lowering his hands down and touching them against the jackal’s exposed pecs. A loud gasp escaped the bound fur.

“Mmmph! Stop that!”

Nyoka of course couldn’t stop. That overwhelming desire took him over again, and he moved the tips of his fingers up to the two helplessly exposed pits of the jackal. A single wiggle of one finger in each pit was enough to make the poor servant let out a loud and high-pitched whine.

“A-Ahahaha! Nnngh! N-No! Not there! L-Leave me alone!”

Oh wow. This guy was adorable. He was a lot more sensitive than the other jackal had been. He seemed fearful of just how exposed he was, and was unable to protect himself in the slightest from the two fingers wiggling senselessly around his pits. Perhaps it was the panic of being utterly trapped that caused him to squeal so loudly so quickly.

Nyoka grinned and added more fingers to the jackals' sensitive pits. He got a wonderfully delightful reaction as a high-pitched whine escaped the poor servant’s mouth. He could tell the poor guy was trying to keep it in, but he was doing an awful job at it.

“MMMPHPHPH… MMMMM…. EHEHEHEEEEE!”

In the end the laughter escaped from his lips as he continued to cry out. Helplessly he squirmed with what little room the webbings would permit, which wasn’t much at all. Nyoka was practically drooling as he moved his fingers down and began to stroke them over the pecs and nipples of the jackal, who responded with an even louder cry of ticklish panic.

“A-Ahahahaha! Not there! Ehehehee! Not my nipples!”

It seemed every spot Nyoka touched was more sensitive than the last. All it took was a light stroke to receive a wonderful bout of giggles. When he dug his claws in and really started to attack he received desperate and loud cries of laughter that very quickly turned into pleas that fell on deaf ears. Nyoka could hardly think straight and was unable to stop himself from prodding and teasing more and more. He ran his claws down to the abdomen of the jackal, and then back up. He ran his fingers the entire length of the midsection and up to the pits again and again with rapid lightening speeds so the poor jackal would never predict where he might be tickled next.

“AHAHAHA! NOHOHOOOO!”

Nyoka couldn’t stand it any more. His eyes wandered down to the bound and cocooned bottom half of the jackal’s body. Nearly without thought he reached down his hand and grabbed the webbing and began to tear it off. Soon enough the jackal’s feet were exposed and scrunched in fear.

“No! No please! Not my feet! Anything but that!” The jackal pleaded.

Nyoka might have felt sorry if he was able to control himself. Instead he hungrily moved his body so he could sit on top of the cocoon and faced the feet. He then lowered his hands and dug his claws into both soles at once. The reaction was instant and oh so satisfying.

“Eeeeeeheheheeee nohohohooo!”

An immediate explosion. Nyoka hadn’t even begun to properly tickle. The prodding of his fingers was enough to make the jackal squeal. He ran his claws upward, and the laughter grew stronger and louder. He could feel the poor helpless servant squirm with newfound energy trying in vain to fight against the horrible bindings that kept him trapped. It was useless.

Nyoka began to drag his claws all over the feet. He started at the heels and moved up to the balls of the feet. He pulled the toes back and ran his claws underneath them. Each spot seemed even more ticklish than the last with the poor jackal screaming and pleading for mercy. As he trailed his fingers up and down the jackal became more and more hysteric.

“AHAHAHAHAA! EHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOOOOO! STOP STOP STOHOHOHOOOOP!”

It was difficult to make out what he was even saying under all that laughter, which only made Nyoka more excited. He raked his claws so hard that the soles of the poor jackal’s feet began to blush from all the attention they were getting. Each touch brought louder and more violent reactions.

It wasn’t until at least eight of the other obstacle course racers passed Nyoka did he realize he was very quickly being left behind. He looked down and saw no sign of any other racers. The poor jackal in his bindings was panting and whining helplessly, and curling his toes in fear of more tickles upon his sensitive soles.

“Crap, I gotta go,” Nyoka said quickly as he got up.

Leaving the cocooned jackal behind to recover Nyoka quickly headed down through the rest of the obstacles. Most of the webbing had either been torn or was easy for the smaller coyote to get around easily. He could see the end of the second obstacle in sight, and made one final jump over a small platform to reach it. There was another flat slope that he was able to slide down which led underground into the third and final obstacle.

Nyoka hit the ground hard and sat there for a moment rubbing his behind. He groaned in a bit of pain before he heard a cry of fear and looked up to see what the noise was about. He realized he was in a long stretch of tunnel. There were several stones all spread about with vines hanging from the ceiling. Between the stones were large pools of sand that seemed to be sucking downward. Nyoka quickly recognized it as quicksand. He saw in the distance a few jackals balancing awkwardly on the small stones or even trying their luck at the vines.

Nyoka got up and headed down the stone path. He was able to balance with ease and jump without much worry given his side. He saw ahead that the path looked clear, but whenever a jackal stepped on a wrong stole it sunk into the ground to reveal a large patch of quicksand. It made it a deadly game to take too quickly.

Nyoka came up upon one jackal who had tested his luck too harshly and was now paying the consequences. He was hanging with his legs up to his knees sucked into the sand clinging to a vine on the ceiling that had snapped and was just now hanging by a rope. He whimpered and whined, and seemed unable to summon the strength he needed to pull him out to safety.

The coyote approached slowly.

“Ah! Ah! H-Help, please!” The jackal whined. “I-I can’t pull myself up!”

Nyoka was once again entranced by the helpless body of another servant. His entire chest and pits were fully exposed. Almost hypnotically Nyoka reached out his paws and dug his fingertips down into the jackal’s sides.

“A-Ah! Mmmphphpppmm! Wh-What are you doing?” The jackal cried out. His fingers nearly slipped from the vine but by some miracle managed to stay clinging.

Just as sensitive as the last jackal in the cocoon it seemed. Nyoka had barely had to touch him to get such a reaction. He drug his claws upward and began to let them wiggle and dance at the bottom of the jackal’s ribs. Panic caused the poor servant’s eyes to widen as he twisted and squirmed while tightening his grip harder on the hanging vine.

“A-Ahahaha! St-Stop it! Ehehehe! Ohohooo!”

The further upward Nyoka trailed his fingers the louder and squirmier the jackal got. He kept trying to shift from side to side and even back to avoid the tickling claws but no matter what he did he was trapped.

“Not the pits! Eheehehehe nohoho please!”

Nyoka simply couldn’t listen to that request… it was far, far too enticing to stick his fingers into the taut and helpless pits of the jackal. He ran his fingers up and down over and over again, and eventually began raking the fingers as roughly as he could to get the most ticklish reaction possible.

“AAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOOOP!”

It seemed that it was all far too much for the poor jackal. He grew quite hysterical the longer his pits were touched, and eventually the grip on the vine loosened enough for him to suddenly slip. He let out a yelp of panic as he was pulled down quickly into the sand. However, just before he was submerged his squirming had managed to somehow wrap his wrists in the vine above which only kept him trapped. It began to look frayed as if it might snap any second.

Nyoka giggled and moved closer. He pressed his bulge under his robe up to one of the pits of the jackal who only continued to whine. He pressed gently and whined softly at how good it felt all while reaching his hand around to stroke and prod the pit.

“A-Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Nohohoo! Ee-Eeee the vine! The vine!”

Nyoka didn’t focus hard on all of that. He was too busy humping and stroking. If he had been a bit less in his head he might have noticed the last strands of the vine snapping away before at last with a loud crack it gave away, and the jackal slipped down into the sand.

“Ahhh!”

Just before the jackal's head was entirely submerged he was engulfed in the same magic that had caught the jackal who fell in the pit before, and suddenly vanished. It seemed Anubis had saved his life.

“Aww, man,” Nyoka said softly. “I was having fun.”

Nyoka got up to his feet and realized that most of the jackals had cleared the obstacle. He moved down the line, unable to find another in quite the same fun predicament as the last one. At the end of the tunnel there was a light that led back into the temple. Nyoka passed it quickly only to see a group of jackals either on the ground catching their breath or standing tall. One jackal in particular seemed to be the center of attention as all the others congratulated him. It seemed he was the winner.

“Nice of you to join us, Nyoka,” Anubis said.

Nyoka recognized a jackal who had not been part of the race who came up to him. Nod. His servant bowed his head and smiled.

“Did you have fun, sir?” Nod asked.

“Tons,” Nyoka said with a giggle. “But I’m not done yet!”

Seemingly on cue the Jackal who all the others had been excitedly gathering around made his way toward Nyoka. He got down on his knees and outstretched his four arms for Nyoka to come to him. The coyote giggled, and did so. He turned around so he was able to sit in the arms of the jackal with his chest pressed up to the back of the servant. Suddenly two of the four hands began to unbind his robes from his body and expose him. One of the hands went down to his cock which was already semi-erect from all of the previous tickling he had experienced.

Anubis waved his hand and suddenly brought fourth were two jackals. Nyoka recognized them as the one who had fallen in the first obstacle as well as the one who had gotten sucked down into quicksand. They were hanging from their wrists by webbing, and their mouths were gagged by the same substance. Their arms and legs were fully binded in the stuff to the point they looked like mummies with everything except their bare chests and head invisible.

“Tickle them!” Nyoka said. “Show no mercy!”

The two jackals widened their eyes in a panic. A few of the racers who had managed to finish approached and lifted their hands in a claw-like motion. The two jackals began to whine and shake their heads in a panicked tone as the fingers got closer and closer. All at once several hands began attacking the jackal's poor exposed bodies at once. Given that the servants had four arms they were able to tickle their pits as well as their sides at the same time. Hysteria set in quickly, and even behind the gag Nyoka could hear their helpless laughter.

The two seemed to very quickly panic. One shut their eyes while the other shook their head frantically as the fingers began to move. The bodies for a moment silently squirmed as they hung. They were fighting hard to not laugh. As they fought their reactions grew more and more extreme to the point their mummified bodies began to swing back and forth. The fingers proved to be too much, and eventually the two jackals broke.

“MMMPHPPPPMMMM! MHMMMMM!” The two jackals squealed in muffled unison. They shook and trembled in the bindings to no avail as the racers all giggled and teased their helpless servant friends. They began to take turns poking and prodding their exposed upper bodies while never once allowing the two a chance for a break.

“MMMPHPHPPPP!”

Poor helpless jackals continued to squeal and laugh. Even muffled they were loud and in hysteria at the relentless hands touching every inch of their sensitive bodies.

Some of the jackals got down and began to go for the feet of the two servants which weren’t encased in webbing. The moment their soles got touched both servants eyes widened in panic, and their screams became so loud that even the gag couldn’t contain them. By sheer force of hysteria their laughter forced their mouths open so forcefully that the webbing gag was torn away, and their laughter began to echo loudly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOO! NO NOT THERE! AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOOOOO!”

The two jackals squealed and pleaded but no mercy came. They were reduced to nothing but tickle toys for Nyoka’s amusement. The winning servant continued to stroke Nyoka’s hard cock and rub his body. He began to feel more and more aroused and closer to climax.

A few of the servants began to tease the mummified jackals through their webbed constrictions. Their cocks were visible in bulge form and very quickly the servants began to stroke at them. A new sound escaped both jackals mouths as their cocks were teased and tickled along with the rest of them.

“AAAHAHAHAH EHEHEHEHE NOHOHOOOO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! PLEASE STOP IT TIHIHIHICKLES! AHAHAHAHAAA NOOOO!”

“AHAHAHAHAH PLEHEHEHEEEESE STOP! I’M TICKLISH I’M TICKLISH EHEHEHEEEEE NOOOO!”

Nyoka could feel himself get closer and closer. He began to whine and thrust his hips as he watched the two mummified servants suffer from ticklish agony. He watched them squirm and writhe and plead. As the tickling show consumed his thoughts he felt himself reach the point of no return and came with a loud and echoing moan that filled the temple. He shot seed hard into the air far enough to land several feet in front of him.

“Ahhh!” Nyoka let out a loud moan and sigh as the high of the orgasm faded. He leaned back into the winner’s arms and let himself relax as he watched the two servants continue to be tormented. Nod grew closer and grabbed for Nyoka as well, and suddenly he was in between the two jackals who were both vying for the honor of cuddling him as he relaxed.

“Goodnight, coyote,” Anubis said. “May their laughter send you off into dreamland.”