Happy Halloween to everyone! Now that October is coming to an end and November is approaching, I was able to get some motivation to update the next one-shot. It's related to an Egyptian Sonadow Commission I got from an awesome artist on Tumblr, and it's an AU set in Ancient Egypt with different names used. I'll write down who is whom so no one would get confused. I hope you all like it!

Sonic: Aman-Rapi

Shadow: Sheut

Tails: Tariq

Manic: Malik

Scourge: Sokar

Knuckles: Karim

Amy: Ama

Rouge: Rana

A beautiful melody wafted in the air, as the musicians played their music to create a serene environment. Transparent veils fluttered in the air, moving gracefully with their owners as the dancers synchronized their movements to match with the melody. Hips shook to the rhythm, as the sound of their accessory bells jingled with the music.

As the final note hit, the dancers stopped in their final pose, panting as they stood still, waiting for their teacher to say something. Loud clapping was heard, as a white bat wearing a white kalasiris approached them, letting the dancers unfreeze. "Excellent job, ladies. You were all able to dance perfectly with no mistakes."

"Thank you, Lady Rana!" the female dancers bowed to her.

"However, a couple of you were a little too stiff in the middle of moving your hips from side to side during the Ney part," Rana eyed the two dancers who were twin anthropomorphic Siamese cats wearing blue and green belly dancer outfits. "Remember not to move them too roughly or you could end up spraining a muscle. We need everyone to stay in tip-top shape!"

"Yes, Lady Rana!" the twin cats obeyed.

"As for our musicians, we thank you again for the wonderful music you provide to us!" Rana smiled at them.

Aman-Rapi winked at her with a smile, wielding the lute in his hands. "Thank you for appointing us to be your musicians!"

Malik grinned, hitting his goblet drums. "You picked the best ones who know how to create music."

Tariq nodded, holding the Ney flute. "And bring smiles to everyone!"

"Not only that, you 3 stayed professional and treated us ladies with respect," Rana winked at them, then clicked her fingers. "15-minute break, everyone. After that, we go right back to practice!"

"Yes ma'am!" they all replied.

As Rana went through the doorway curtains that led her to another room, all the dancers sat down on the floor covered with a rug to cushion their falls, wiping their sweat with a cloth or drinking some water from the pitchers their dance instructor left for them. Aman-Rapi and his brothers drank their water from their cups, and spotted someone approaching them.

"Need some more water, Ama?" Aman-Rapi gestured to their pitcher.

Ama shook her head, sitting down on a cushion near them. "I'm all right. I already had my fill, and am now ready for the next routine."

"Already?" Malik arched his eyebrow. "How strong is your stamina?"

"Strong as my mallet," Ama smirked a little. "Are you all ready for the huge performance yet?"

"Duh! The boys and I are ready to woo the crowd with our amazing music!" Aman-Rapi grinned, giving her a thumbs up.

"Proving that our music provides a story related to your dance," Malik added.

Tariq nodded. "Thankfully, all our practice will be worth it."

Ama clasped her hands together with glee, as her green eyes began to sparkle. "Performing for the Pharaoh at the golden palace! I'm so excited!" She then gasped. "Besides perfecting our dance routines, we must get our outfits ready and make sure none of us get stage fright! This is the biggest performance our troupe has ever done!"

Aman-Rapi frowned a little. "Not just any Pharaoh, but the grandson of the late Pharaoh Geb." He looked at the ceiling. "Rumors say Pharaoh Geb's grandson was said to be born from the stars – created by Kek & Kauket. No one has ever seen what he truly looks like, until his coronation day arrived when he was crowned the new Pharaoh."

"You're right, Aman-Rapi. Those who saw the new Pharaoh mentioned his name is Sheut, and he is a black hedgehog with red stripes and crimson eyes," Tariq recalled. "He was the younger brother of the late Pharaoh's granddaughter Masika, who had also passed due to an illness both she and her grandfather acquired."

Malik rolled his eyes. "Definitely a cursed bloodline. However, I hate how our bloodline affects the men in our family."

"Because we attract the wrong crowd or we're late bloomers?" Aman-Rapi questioned.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Can't say anything vulgar in front of Tariq or the girls."

Ama rolled her eyes at them. "Ignoring what you two just said, I heard that our performance will be held at the palace for a party to celebrate the anniversary of Pharaoh Sheut becoming the new pharaoh ruling Kemet."

"And good timing since we're still at peace with other nations," Tariq added.

Aman-Rapi shrugged. "I'm more interested in what the food is like at the palace."

"Same," Malik nearly drooled. "Along with the-

"If you also try to steal anything from the palace, you need to put it back so the guards won't arrest you."

"I know, but it's so tempting!"

"You definitely have a problem, Malik."

"The same goes for you and running."

Before Aman-Rapi could retort, loud clapping was heard as they all looked over to see Rana appearing from the door curtains. "15-minute break over, everyone! It's time to start the next routine!"

"What did you just say!?" Rana shouted in disbelief.

Ama winced, but kept her composure. "The twins Kissa & Kissara sprained their backs and cannot move elegantly as they previously did. Because of that, they must let their bodies rest for at least a week or two."

"For that long!?" Rana gritted her teeth in anger, seeing that the other dancers agreed with her words. "We are to perform at the palace in 2 days! Those two were given the major parts for our dance routine that relates to our story! Without them, the story is incomplete!"

A female anthropomorphic gray rabbit wearing a black dress raised her hand. "What if we have two substitutes fill in their spots for us?"

"And pray tell whom they could be, Nanu?" Rana narrowed her eyes.

Nanu pointed to Aman-Rapi & Malik. "They can be our dancers."

"What!?" Aman-Rapi & Malik looked at her like she was crazy.

Rana critically studied them, then ushered them with her finger. "Both of you, stand up!"

The boys did as they were told, as Rana circled around them, scanning their appearance from head to toe. Once she stopped in front of them, she then placed her hand on Aman-Rapi's waist, ignoring his shriek as she felt his body and then did the same to Malik. Once she was done, she folded her arms and stared at their eyes. "Have either of you danced before?"

They both shook their head no.

"You two do have beautiful bodies. It's surprising they would appear feminine as ours," Rana studied their appearance again. "Thankfully, the outfits we prepared for the twins will fit well on the two of you, especially since it'll make your bosoms appear larger."

Malik covered his chest, glaring at her. "We're boys, not girls! They're gonna know once they see us!"

"And we can't fill in for the twins! We're musicians, not dancers!" Aman-Rapi folded his arms.

"No one will care about your genders as long as you wow them with your performance," Rana waved off their concerns. "The outfits and makeup will help you both appear more feminine, and I do know a couple of musicians from the palace who can fill in your spots while you two dance with the troupe."

"But Lady Rana, our performance is in 2 days like you said!" a female anthropomorphic yellow sparrow replied. "Will they be able to master the dance before the deadline!?"

"I know they will! These 2 are quite stubborn!" Rana continued to stare at Aman-Rapi & Malik, then clapped her hands. "We shall start with practice at once! Get into position, ladies!"

Aman-Rapi hugged his arms, feeling embarrassed. "I'm not comfortable with this outfit."

Malik placed a hand on his cocked hip. "Me neither, but we both look spiffy though."

Ama happily squealed, placing both hands on her cheeks. "You two look amazing!"

Aman-Rapi was dressed in a blue belly dancer outfit with the top a bikini style covered in sequined blue gems with tassels attached to the hem covered in blue crystals, a long sheer skirt with slits to show off his blue legs, two blue anklets, light blue sparkly flats, white gloves, a sheer blue face veil, and blue veils attached to his arms.

Malik wore a green belly dancer outfit with the top a bikini style covered in sequined green gems held together with a single tassel covered in green stones attached at the hem where it reaches towards his belly button at the center, a long sheer dark green skirt covered in gems with slits to reveal both his light green legs, two green anklets, dark green sparkly flats, brown gloves, a sheer green face veil, and green veils attached to his arms.

Ama wore a light pink belly dancer outfit with a bikini style top covered in amethyst stones, a long sheer light pink skirt with slits to reveal her pink legs, white gloves, two pink anklets, sparkly pink flats, a sheer pink face veil, and pink veils attached to her arms.

The other dancers wore the same type of costume Ama wore, but in different colors with the right accessories on. Rana wore a black kalasiris with jewelry on, and Tariq wore a white gallibaya to match with the other musicians who will play their instruments with him for the performance.

Rana loudly clapped her hands, gaining everyone's attention in the changing room. "Darlings, we'll be up next after the last troupe is done. Now remember, we are performing for our beloved Pharaoh, so remember how we all practiced from our dance studio." She then placed both hands on her hips. "It's alright to be nervous, but just remember that all of us made it this far. We must show everyone how amazing we all are along with staying humble."

She then glanced over to Aman-Rapi & Malik. "Remember our dance routine, boys. You'll both be okay, and don't forget to have fun." She placed her hand up to silence them. "No one will care if you're a boy or a girl. Men can also dance well - not just us ladies."

Aman-Rapi gulped. "I'm kinda nervous dancing in front of a huge crowd."

Malik folded his arms. "I don't want to get leered at by perverts."

Ama patted their backs. "You two will be fine. Don't forget we can all fight."

"And I specifically told the guards outside that no one is allowed to lay a finger on all of you," Rana smirked viciously. "I know how to make a cold-hearted person tremble in fear from my wrath~"

She suppressed her dark aura as she noticed everyone started to quiver in fright. Clearing her throat, she peeked her head out from the door curtains and then moved back in. "We're next! The other troupe had just finished!"

Taking huge deep breaths and releasing them to get rid of the jitters, they left the changing rooms and arrived over to where the throne room is, awing at the decorations and festivities being held in the palace. There were many people invited for the party, most of them hail from nobility. Rana's dance troupe appeared at the center in front of the throne, where the Pharaoh is seated at.

Everyone knew the rule is to never look at the Pharaoh in the eye, or risk getting killed. Because of that, they all must avoid looking at the Pharaoh, but instead at the ground or their surroundings. Once the dance troupe got into position, Tariq and the other musicians began to play their music, as the dancers started to move with elegance and grace, captivating the audience with their movements.

Aman-Rapi no longer felt nervous as he, his brother, and the other girls danced their routine, practicing the steps hundreds of times. He was in the middle section with Malik and Ama, making sure they all stuck to their parts. Even though it's the first time Aman-Rapi & Malik have belly danced, they still remembered how Ama and the girls moved their hips with ease. Thankfully, it had gotten easier to be able to shake them in a seductive manner.

He could feel everyone's eyes on them, and no one made a sound. They were still in awe, but Aman-Rapi couldn't shake the feeling someone else is staring at them, or mostly at him. However, he ignored it as it was time for the final part. Remembering the story of Nekhbet and Wadjet, each dancer grabbed a partner and danced with them in synchronization, almost as if they were twin siblings.

Aman-Rapi & Malik spun around with their veils fluttering in the air, smiling and nearly laughing as if they were having fun. As they all finished their final routine to reach the end, they all bowed down and posed with their hands clasped together in a prayer, as everyone clapped for them.

Panting, the dancers got up, bowed, and hurried over to where Rana, who praised them for their performance. "You all did a fantastic job, ladies. Everyone loved the dance!" She smiled at Aman-Rapi and Malik. "You two did amazing out there. The both of you completed your parts perfectly with no mistakes."

Malik stuck his tongue out playfully. "And we remained on our best behavior."

"So true," Aman-Rapi nodded his head in agreement.

Rana giggled at them. "Tariq did a wonderful job playing his Ney flute. The audience loved your beautiful melody."

Tariq had a bashful look as he rubbed the back of his head. "T-Thank you for the kind words."

Rana smiled. "To celebrate our successful performance, let us all feast ourselves with food and refreshments."

They all cheered, as they went over to where the food is being served. Just when they were all about to eat, someone loudly cleared their throat, causing them to turn their heads to see a male red echidna wearing a guard's uniform standing near the buffet table. Rana was the first to speak. "May we help you, sir guard?"

The male echidna bowed. "Forgive me for the interruption, fair maiden. I am Karim, and my Pharaoh ordered me to bring one of your dancers over to his throne."

"Really?" Rana arched her eyebrow. "Which one?"

He pointed to Aman-Rapi. "The male dancer dressed in blue. He requested to have this dancer sit next to him and serve him wine."

Aman-Rapi pointed to himself. "M-Me!?"

"Way to go, bro!" Malik grinned, giving him a thumbs up.

Tariq gasped. "You mean the Pharaoh Sheut asked our brother to serve him wine?"

Ama happily squealed. "I'm so jealous of you, Aman-Rapi!"

"Us too!" the other dancers happily screeched.

Aman-Rapi blushed, then shook his head. "There must be a mistake. Why would your pharaoh want me to serve him wine and not one of the female dancers?"

Karim shrugged. "I do not know. I only follow my pharaoh's orders." He then gestured his arm out to where the throne is. "If you follow me, I'll take you to his majesty."

"Now hold on just a minute," Rana held her arm out. "My dancer did not agree to seeing your pharaoh yet."

"Then he must give me his answer at once. I cannot leave my pharaoh impatient."

"Hold your breath, sir guard. His opinion comes first."

Rana glanced over at Aman-Rapi. "Hun, do you wish to sit with the pharaoh and serve him wine? It's okay if you refuse."

Aman-Rapi decided to ponder for his answer. If he says yes, then he'll not only see whom the pharaoh looks like, but also interact with him. If he refuses, then there's a chance he might upset the Pharaoh and possibly place him and his family in danger. He has no idea what Pharaoh Sheut is like, but he is curious on what he's like.

Deciding to give it a shot, he nodded his head in agreement. "I'll give it a try. I accept the Pharaoh's offer to sit with him."

"Very well. Please come with me," Karim gestured to follow him.

Reassuring the others that he'll be okay, Aman-Rapi followed Karim, who made sure he stayed close so he wouldn't wander off nor get leered at by anyone close by. Thanks to his belly dancer costume, some of the guests are wondering if he's a boy or a girl, and his appearance is leaving everyone confused since it's extremely rare for a blue hedgehog to exist.

Walking up the steps to where the throne is, Karim stopped, as did Aman-Rapi. Karim kneeled down with one knee. "My Pharaoh, I have brought him as you asked."

"You have done a fair job, guard. Go back to your post at once," a soft, velvet voice stated.

"As you wish, your majesty," Karim got up, bowed, then went to his post.

Aman-Rapi bowed, choosing to stare at the floor. "Greetings to the moon god of our kingdom."

A small chuckle was heard. "You may rise and look at me, my beautiful dancer. I wish to have a good look at you."

Gulping, Aman-Rapi rose back up from his position and lifted his head. Green eyes widened in astonishment as he saw a pair of crimson eyes staring right back at him. The Pharaoh is a male black hedgehog with red stripes dressed in a black and gold pharaoh outfit fit for a king. His cape is black and red, and he wore the golden headdress as a crown, but his quills that were flared out were still shown. A tuft of white chest fur peeked out from the outfit, indicating he had a strong muscular body.

His shoes were a pair of black boots with golden bandages wrapped around them along with golden rings wrapped around his ankles and wrists. He wore white gloves to cover his hands, and a couple of golden rings on his fingers. The person he saw in front of him is Pharaoh Sheut, and he's actually quite handsome.

"What is your name, my dear?" Pharaoh Sheut asked.

Aman-Rapi nervously looked at his shoes in interest. "I-I am Aman-Rapi, your highness."

"What a lovely name," a slight purr escaped from Pharaoh Sheut's lips. He then pointed to a red cushion placed next to him. "Sit right here next to me. I need you close by to serve me wine."

"A-As you wish," Aman-Rapi slowly walked over to the cushion, then kneeled down with his legs tucked underneath him.

A servant came over holding a tray that had a jug and chalice. Gesturing for Aman-Rapi to serve wine to the king, Aman-Rapi picked up the jug and carefully poured some wine in the chalice. Once he was done, he placed the jug back on the tray, picked up the chalice, thanked the servant, and then offered the chalice to the pharaoh, who happily took it.

"Delicious," Pharaoh Sheut licked his lips, then offered his chalice to Aman-Rapi. "Would you like a taste?"

Aman-Rapi waved his hands in front of him. "Oh no thank you! I'm too young to drink."

"It's not strong red wine. This wine is made from our finest grapes."

"I'm not allowed to drink. I cannot disobey Miss Rana's rules."

"Miss Rana?"

"My dance instructor. She's the one who taught me how to dance."

Pharaoh Sheut smirked a little. "She truly is an excellent teacher. My eyes never stopped gazing at your wonderful performance."

Aman-Rapi felt his face heating up. "T-Thank you. I-I'll let my teacher know that you enjoy it."

Suddenly, they heard someone yelling, causing the music to stop playing and for everyone to remain silent as they all turned their heads to see what was going on. At the center of the throne room where people were dancing showed a green hedgehog with blue eyes and scars on his abdomen dressed in royal garbs covering his private regions, wincing in pain as a light green hedgehog with light brown eyes dressed in a green belly dancer outfit glared at him.

"I warned you not to mess with them," Malik glanced over to his teammates. "Are you ladies all right?"

Nanu and her deer friend Khepri nodded their heads, thanking Malik for protecting them as they hid behind Ama, who was ready to get her weapon out and create havoc. However, she didn't since Malik held his hand out to prevent her as he continued to glare at the green hedgehog with scars on his abdomen. "Don't mess with them or you'll be messing with me. Got it?"

The green hedgehog regained his composure and glared at Malik, but then his expression changed as his eyes were suddenly filled with lust and hunger as he eyed Malik's appearance, causing a lecherous grin to appear on his face. "Now where have you been all my life?~"

Malik rolled his eyes. "Avoiding creeps like you."

"You have no clue who I am, do you?~"

"I know you're a snotty royal who thinks he can have anything he wants."

"Insulting and attacking a royal noble can lead you into huge trouble~"

"Does it look like I care?"

"Feisty, aren't you?~ I like that in a woman~"

"I'm a male, crazy~"

"Even better!~"

Suddenly, the green hedgehog appeared in front of Malik, as if his pain is gone forever. He grabbed Malik's waist and pulled him close for their bodies to touch, licking his lips as he leered down at his prey. "I am Lord Sokar, ruler of the southern Black Lands~ I came here to have a good time, and this day has gotten even better for me~"

One of his hands slid down to squeeze Malik's bottom. "You are to be my concubine who will keep my bed warm for me and-

He didn't finish as he was suddenly pulled away from Malik and thrown against the wall, causing him to slid down and groan in pain as he felt himself losing conscious, hearing loud shrieks as his loyal guards and servants tended to him. Meanwhile, Malik gaped at seeing Aman-Rapi's body language, never seeing him this enraged before. The last time he was like that was when Tariq & Ama were harassed by some drunken creeps, and Aman-Rapi nearly made those creeps beg for death. If Malik hadn't held him back, then he would've had blood on his hands, which is something he did not want Aman-Rapi to go through.

Taking a huge deep breath and releasing it, Aman-Rapi grabbed Malik's hand and brought him over to where Rana, Tariq, and the rest of the dancers are. "Let's all go home now. I'm worn out after today."

Rana face-palmed. "Then let's hope you won't get arrested for attacking a noble."

"I didn't touch him. He did this to himself."

"You know what I mean!"

As they quickly left before anyone would see them, Aman-Rapi recalled what Pharaoh Sheut told him before the events happened.

"Will you perform a dance just for me? Not in public, but in private where only I can see you dance beautifully."

Aman-Rapi nervously took a step back, hugging his arms. "W-What did you say?"

Pharaoh Sheut smirked, laying on his lounge chair surrounded with pillows. "Perform a lovely dance for me~"

"W-Why would I do that? I'm just a substitute dancer, not a professional."

"Because I want to see you dancing for me, regardless if you're a professional or not," Sheut sat up as he placed a hand on his raised knee. "You do want to keep your brother safe from Lord Sokar, correct?"

"Of course I do! That's why I came here for your help!"

"You are lucky Lord Sokar is one of my allies. However, convincing him to release your brother is quite difficult due to how stubborn Sokar can be."

"He'll listen to you since you're a Pharaoh while he's only a lord! Please, I don't want my brother to be that creep's concubine! Malik is not a toy!"

"Then you are willing to do anything to guarantee his safety?"

"Anything! I can't lose one of my remaining family members!"

Aman-Rapi had his hands clasped together in a pleading motion, as Sheut studied his expression. After a few minutes had passed that felt like hours to Aman-Rapi, Sheut swung his legs over for his feet to touch the ground as he got up and approached Aman-Rapi. "Anything, you say?"

Before Aman-Rapi could reply, he gasped when he felt himself being pulled into Sheut's arms. An arm wrapped around his waist with a hand touching his side where his chest region is. Another hand touching his thigh as he felt a thumb tracing circles on his blue fur. Aman-Rapi had his hands pressed against Sheut's chest, feeling his soft chest fur and muscles. He gulped at the heated look the pharaoh was giving him, feeling his cheeks turning red as Pharaoh Sheut's lips stretched into a mischievous grin.

"If you won't perform a dance for me, then how about we both dance on my bed?~" Pharaoh Sheut leaned in for their noses to touch.

"H-Huh!?" Aman-Rapi yelped when he felt his butt being squeezed.

"Give yourself to me: your heart, soul, body, and mind. I want you by my side forever~"

"W-Wait! W-What!?"

"Say yes, and I'll guarantee the safety of not just your brother, but also the rest of your family~"

"Y-You'll protect them?"

"But if you say no, then you do not need my help and your brother will be stuck with Lord Sokar forever~"

"W-Wait! W-Why do you want me by your side!?"

"There's something about you that interests me~ I cannot tell if it's your beautiful cobalt fur, your stunning emerald eyes, your cute face, your seductive body barely covered by your costume, or your dazzling personality~" Pharaoh Sheut's grip on Aman-Rapi tightened so he wouldn't escape from his grasp. "I desire you~ I want to destroy everyone who dare look at you with those dirty looks~ I'm the only one who can gaze and yearn for you~ Only my eyes can see your tantalizing movements whenever you dance~"

His hot breath fanned against Aman-Rapi, as his eyes started to turn a darker color. "Say yes to me, and I shall fulfill all of your wishes~ I'll provide warmth, comfort, and safety to you and to your loved ones~ I won't let anything bad happen to you or to your family~ I'll give you the sun, the moon, the stars, treasure, anything that your heart desires~ Let me make you mine, my future queen~"

Aman-Rapi's breath hitched as he was pulled closer, even though his slender body is already pressed firmly against his muscular form. Pharaoh Sheut confessed that he's interested in Aman-Rapi, and he'll help if Aman-Rapi says yes into becoming his. Usually, the smart thing to do is to say no, but he has no other choice. His brother Malik is a target for Lord Sokar, and he can't let Tariq, Ama, the dancers, or Rana get pulled into the crossfire. They must remain safe from danger, and Pharaoh Sheut is his last hope.

Knowing that he'll be crossing into dangerous territory, Aman-Rapi gazed into Sheut's ruby red eyes and nodded his head yes. "As long as you keep your promise, then I'll accept your offer."

Grinning wildly like a madman, Sheut leaned in for their lips to meet, catching Aman-Rapi off guard as he felt his mouth being violated by the pharaoh's tongue. Hands were exploring his body, and Aman-Rapi felt his back suddenly pressed against a soft mattress, indicating they were now on the bed.

Aman-Rapi couldn't remember what happened that night, but knew both he and the pharaoh were locked in a fiery battle filled with passion, lust, power, desire, hunger, and so much more. His hands touched a god's body, and he felt hands touching his own body. Lips were planted all over him, teeth marking every spot to show he is taken, and the heat from his own core ready to burst.

"You are mine, habibi~"

There we go! Done! I hope you guys liked it! Now, the next one-shot is gonna feature Yandere Shadow with Fem. Sonic, so if you all want to read that, then leave some reviews and comments! The more reviews I get, the more motivation I will have to update! So please review and comment!