DESCRIPTION
In the midday heat, Ankha rested on her silks, wrapped in the silence of the house. Suddenly, she thought she heard a faint murmur, almost a humming, like shifting sand. She moved her head slightly, twitching her ears, trying to capture the sound that instantly faded. Unbeknownst to her, tiny, shrunken villagers—almost the size of dust motes, screaming for help, helplessly sliding through her sphincter into the emptiness of the feline goddess's crypt—were slowly descending inside her, some trapped within the undulations of her anus, leaving only an echo that disappears in that relentless temple of flesh, guarding the secret of that moment forever with a simple squeeze.