Sphinx Cat
Upon walking for quite a while, you find yourself in what appears to be an untouched tomb; a small room with various colored and symbolic carvings directly into the wall. The floors were lined with beautifully painted jars, gold, shell jewelry, items that appeared foreign- imported. You figure that this was the resting place of someone once really important. In an instant you remembered what you had truly come here for.
You begin to rummage through your rucksack, reaching deep into its main pocket, and directly to the bottom. A thin, wrinkly skin passed over your fingertips, and a shiver traveled down your spine. Eager hands grasped against the loose folds of skin-like cloth bundled up in your bag. A wide smile carves itself across your face as you gazed down into your bag excitedly.
From the bag, you removed a skin tight latex-like suit, roughly your size, laid it on the smooth stone surface of the sarcophagus and spread it out thin to get a good look at it. Your face shone with happiness as you saw your new outfit for the first time. You slowly slipped on the suit in the quiet depths of the tomb, pulling the loose folds tightly against your skin. Your body almost seemed to melt into the suit as you slipped your limbs directly through the bunched materials.
You could feel the suits smooth cool material chilling your sweltering body as your shape unfurled the bunched up cloth. The strong reinforced stitches felt secure against your body, yet they were completely hidden from eyesight with the expert level of craftsmanship put into the piece. Your eyes giddily examined the unfurrowing patches of pigmented skin, the deep hairless folds, and the smooth- almost glistening- stretches of this mysterious material.
The suit begins to mould itself to the curves of your body. Your skin pulled downward heavily with the help of gravity, as deep wrinkles carved their way through your forehead like a deep canyon across your brow. The hairs on your head clumped together and fell off before your eyes. In shock you stepped back and your body fell backwards with a heavy thud against the decorated wall, knocking over the terracotta.
The ground felt hard and cold against your back as you hit the smooth stone surface with a dull thud. Images all around you appeared blurry as your double vision nearly distracted you from the shadowy movement from the corner. You quickly try to recatch your bearings as the transformation completely rips you apart, rearranging your body accordingly. An expression of agony grows on your face as you begin to feel the force of the transformation begin to mould the shape of your body.
Your spine begins to elongate into a twisting and writhing tail; slender and dexterous, your body struggles to control your new appendage. Every inch of your body, down to your cranium begins to morph, stretching the bridge of your nose and jaw farther out; sharp canines began to poke through thick feline lips. Cartilage begins to grow beneath your head, binding it tightly to strong thin muscles beneath your skin as they jutted out through the sides of your head.
You begin to feel your skeleton stretch and reset itself; your forearms pulled tightly against your own skin as it struggled to merge with the much looser folds from the suit. The energy surging through the suit pulsated: breathing itself to life around your body, consuming you.
The dark shadowy depths of the sealed room now appeared more illuminated. Cat eyes looked around with their large glistening begins to change as your pupils widen into slits, taking in every bit of light filtering into the dark tomb. The senses around you begin to shift, your ears swivel to hear the sound of rushing grains into a silo. In the heat of the moment you feel confused, along with the adrenaline of the transformation.
The room around you began to shake, falling rocks began to crumble and land all around you, just barely grazing parts of your fur as they crash down onto the hard tile ground. You jump as the destructive forces just barely miss you. Darkness all around the room engulfs you as the lights are snuffed out by the sand filling into the dark cavernous walls, the entrance of the cavern is completely sealed off, trapping you in the dark ancient tomb. Sand started to pour in from somewhere above, which quickly began to fill the room with sand.
Fear begins to fill your stomach as you attempt to regain your mental bearings. The sensory all around you becomes overwhelming; you blink your eyes in stress and look around, realizing your eyes can now see through the deep murky darkness of the cavernous tomb. The moonlight filtered in through the high rooftops of the tomb from which the sand and rubble poured in from.
A deep rumbling could be heard all around you, the ground beneath your feet feels like pistons as they rise and fall randomly underneath your feet, now completely engulfed with the pale skin of the suit. Your newfound strength and energy drove you t
In an instant you look to the skinny digits at the end of your wrinkly paws, your eyes focus in on the slits of claws buried between two thick wrinkles at the tips of your fingers. A rush of instinct flowed over you, the transformation still pumping the adrenaline deep through your veins as your will to survive increased.
The sharp keratin claws helped you scrabble upwards towards the skylight in the booby trapped tomb, with cat-like strength and agility, your muscles continued to grow and pulsate underneath your skin as your body lunged itself upwards and out of the deep walls of the tomb. Your long athletic arms propped your slender body firmly between the narrow chimney-like structure out of the enormous building. The light of the exit appeared almost like a bright star in the night sky, as you watch the overwhelming expanse of light expand around you with every bounding leap upwards.
Before long you find yourself atop the gigantic pyramid structure, the sun beginning to set in the sky indicated that something different and off was going on here. You had recalled it being around noon when you entered the pyramids, and not more than an hour would have passed already with the tour; you felt something off putting.
Written by Driftingdragon on 03 January 2020