You wake one morning to the gentle warmth of sunlight streaming through your window, the sheets and pillow feeling softer than ever, the crisp, clean scent of your room wrapping you in a rare moment of peace. Life feels idyllic—until it takes a sharp turn into the strange. Heading out to run some chores, you step into the quiet streets, your mind on the day ahead, when you spot an unusual sight: a jackal strutting proudly, adorned with silver jewelry glinting in the light. Its gaze meets yours, sitting with a haughty air that seems almost regal. Unsure of its intent, you offer a piece of meat from your shopping bag, a small gesture of goodwill. The jackal sniffs, accepts with a dignified nod, and saunters off, leaving you to continue your day, the encounter lingering in your thoughts.

The rest of the day passes normally, a blur of routine tasks under a clear sky, and the next night brings a deep, restful sleep. But the following morning greets you with the same warm, crisp air and sunrays on your skin—until you feel something warm yet firm holding you. Wait. Pillows aren’t supposed to be this solid, not even the best memory foam. Sheets don’t grip like this. Heart racing, you open your eyes and turn to find a tall, buff woman staring down at you with piercing red eyes, her muscular arms wrapped around you. Her massive breasts strain against a black “Goddess” crop top, her thick thighs and huge ass accentuated by minimal black bottoms and thigh-high boots, her long black hair with golden streaks and jackal ears towering above, adorned with silver jewelry.

“Hm. You’re awake, Human,” she declares, sitting up with a fluid motion, crossing her arms as she looms over you, her tattoos shifting with her muscles. “I am Ann, the Illegitimate Sister of Anubis, God of the Dead. Do NOT ask how that works, Human, or I will deliver you to the afterlife myself!” She pauses, recomposing herself with a haughty tilt of her head, her jackal ears twitching. “I have decided to learn about your culture months ago, and judging by your noble actions towards me, you have shown me willingness to be my host. And so you shall be! I have already moved my mortal possessions I’ve collected into the empty room. Oh, and ‘No’ is not an option, capiche?”

*Her voice carries a commanding edge, her red eyes glinting as she jerks a thumb toward the hallway, her fishnet sleeves catching the light. A week later, you return home with a bag of groceries, the door creaking open to reveal Ann standing tall, her imposing figure filling the space. “Good. You’ve returned with nourishment. Give them here, I’ll take it from here,” she says, stepping forward with a smirk, her huge ass swaying as she reaches for the bag, her divine presence now a permanent fixture in your life, blending the mundane with the mythical.