A really dumb idea
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The mummified remained of Imhotep staggered blind through the streets of Cairo. In the brief moment of sight since escaping his sarcophagus, he’d learned the people of this time had powerful magic - metal devices that could destroy at a distance. They’d already shot out the eyes and tongue he’d claimed from one of the men he'd found upon his awakening, and forced him to retreat.
More bullets struck his back, blasting more chunks of his desiccated flesh apart. Those men were hunting him now. His corpse-body was failing. He needed to hide. He needed to learn more of this new age. Most of all, he needed to feed, to replace his lost organs and fluids until he could recover his lost canoptic jars.
Something warm and alive butted against him, and he seized it hungrilly. The men of this time certainly were hairy, he thought as his rotting fingers grasped furred flesh. He drank eagerly from their life essence, extracting living organs, incorporating them into himself. Intestines crawled like snakes inside his belly. Another body nudged him and he fed upon them too. More people pressed tight around him. He’d stumbled into a crowd in his blindness! What luck! In a feeding frenzy, he grew careless in the organs he selected, taking all that he could.
A heart beat in his chest for the first time in 3,000 years. He stole blood for it to pump. He stole a stomach, and another, and another, and -why not - a fourth stomach! How odd, but he wasn't picky. A strange tongue formed in his mouth and new vocal chords forced out the damaged human ones, his inhuman bleating falling on his deaf ears.
A pair of thick, curved horns sprang from his head - at last, he had a weapon! Wait… horns?
It was starting to occur to him, as more of his sense organs were reawakening, that something was wrong. The people around him were very hairy indeed, smelled awful, and their strange foreign tongue - as floppy ears sprang from his skull - was more like panicked bleating. It was only as he replaced his decrepit bones wholesale with a new skeleton, and suddenly found himself twisted forward into an inescapable quadrupedal stance, like an animal, that he knew he’d made a mistake.
The warm bodies still pressed against him. Dreading what he would find, he took a pair of eyes for his own, and looked around at the herd of goats he’d stumbled into. A skeleton-less blob of a female goat, from which he'd been feeding, lay at his… hooves. The other animals, many having lost parts of themselves to the ancient wizard, were bleating and scrabbling to get away from the terrifying skinless goat now standing among them, but the press held them tight.
The shouts of his pursuers were close. Well he’d wanted a place to hide, had he not? As humiliating as this animal form was, it would... suffice for now. Imhotep pushed against the warm body of the animal to his left, draining its life, stripping its skin to cloth his own exposed flesh. His desiccated human cock (Anck-Su-Namun’s pride and joy) sloughed off with the final transformation, replaced with the parts of the young doe. A humiliating price to pay, albeit temporary. So long as he retained his old organs they could be regenerated.
The man pursuing him - OhConnel they called him- came into view, sweeping the herd of goats with his gun. Imhotep stood stock still, trying to look as goatlike as he could.
An inquisitive goat sniffed at the fallen piece of meat jerky.
“Don’t you dare! That was beloved by the Pharaoh’s concubine herself!” Imhotep roared, the words emerging from his vocal chords as incoherent animal noise. With a chomp of teeth, the piece of rotten flesh vanished down the gullet of the hungry animal.
Something heavy and muscular landed on Imhotep back. Twisting his long neck, his eyes opened wide at the buck mounting him, gasping as his new organ was pierced, that of a fertile doe. He had chosen only the choicest parts of each doe to pull from. In goat terms, he was quite the beauty. There was already a queue forming.
Pure animal pleasure coursed through him. After three millenia of pain, he'd forgotten what pleasure felt like, and he doubted if ever, in his human life, that Anck-Su-Namun, had even made his body feel so good, as the animal had its way with him. Trapped in the tight press of bodies, Imhotep could only wiggle his female goat hips in feeble protest as the animal filled his womb with life, though his doe-moans betrayed the satisfaction he felt as he was bred.
'Ohconnel' turned away, moving on in pursuit of the undead menace, leaving the fertile doe to her carnal pleasures as she presented herself eagerly for the next stud. Imhotep endured his fate with equal parts joy and smoldering fury. After an eternity of being consumed by scarabs, he was no stranger to his flesh being ravaged by animals. He knew his revenge would come in time.
Though if he'd known the doe's he'd traded organs with had been is estus, he may have thought twice about submitting himself so willingly to the studs, as his stolen womb was filled, his once undead body now bearing new life.