Julius Caesar
LUPIS GLORIA ROMANI
By Dan 1966 and Ademi
(cub/cub, adult/cub, rape, gay sex, vore, gore, torture, slavery)

Rated Quad X (And you think Caligula was bad?)

Based off of Harmarist and Kittaness Sheath and Knife Comics and Disney’s Zootopia (c) 2016
Character Acknowledgment:

Chapter 4

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
Late evening

    Garay (White wolf) sat at the edge of the Roana slapping his paw into the water in a series of quick and slow pats mixed with long and short pauses between each. After each series of pats...he stopped to look and listen.

    “Are you sure you are giving the signals correctly?” Larotius (Gray wolf) asked as he stood behind Garay looking up and down the river.

    “Yes.” Garay replied. “Would you like me to howl?”

     “No….I would not.” Larotius replied. “Perhaps they are chasing fish or chewing kelp or maybe they forgot and fell asleep?”

     Garay began another series of water pats when a small head popped out of the water...”Good evening great wolves of Rome!” Said the gentle smiling otter.

     “Ah...” Garay replied. “Hello. And who may you be?”

     “I am Icronius….prince of the Suwani.” The otter said as he climbed out of the river without a worry and petted Garay’s soft white fur...”And you are?”

      Legionnaire Garay. This is my comrade Legionnaire Larotius. We are from the Lightening Wolf Legion under the command of Legates Legonus Williamus Graylus.”

        “Forgive me my prince.” Larotius asked. “I never believed otters were considered predators.”

        “We are of a sort.” The Prince replied. “We chase fish but we’ve been considered filth ridden vermin by the Tuskers. They capture our numbers, our females and our children for our pelts and our musk which the scum use in potions and rituals. We are one with Rome and loyal to your cause. Caesar our liberator be praised!”

        Garay bowed….”You will help us get across good Prince?”

        Icronius walked a few paces and snatched up a slackened rope. “Is this proof enough? We have fixed a rope and pulley across the river with the rope just slack enough for the waters to hide it from prying eyes. And of course….

       The Prince turned and whistled to the river and numerous heads popped up wearing kelp for camouflage. “Is this enough help for you or do you require a legion?”

       Garay picked up the otter prince and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. “You are so wonderful little prince. Thank you.” He then turned to Larotius and snarled...”Get the raft and the packs.”

       Garay stood with the Prince while Larotius pulled a raft and two leather packs from the cluster of thickets...”The Lightening Wolf Legion’s first numbers will arrive in a few hours. Will you see to it that they get across unhindered?” Garay asked the Prince.

       “Without fail my good friend.” The Prince replied as he slapped his paw to his chest then commanded some otters to help Garay and Larotius forge the river to the other side.

        While they were on the raft, the two wolves took stock of what they had to work with, their Gladius swords, a set of hand held circular shields about the size of large dinner plates, some small dried and salted provisions, two leather pouches of water and a change of clothing. For the most part they were intended to go around at night naked in their four legged forms to scout for paths and provision sites…

      “Oh? You did bring the Load Stone?” Larotius remarked as he lay on his stomach while the otters moved the raft along the submerged pull rope.

      Garay pulled a stone slung on a rope and dangled it in the air. “Didn’t forget it, Luna be praised. How else can we navigate the night?”

      A “Load Stone” was a piece of dense iron ore once a part of a meteorite that had crashed into the earth. The brightly colored rust red and green rock’s strong magnetism kept the piece aligned with the planetary North and South poles and when shaped into a football oval, maintained each end point to each of the polar points, thus it became a natural and crude compass to determine navigational directions.

       “I could sure go for a fat mutton right now.” Larotius said licking his chops. “A fat young one about half a year old would be a nice snack.”

       Garay slapped him off the snoot. “Stop that? If we start getting consumed with hunger right now? We’ll get stupid. The last thing I want is to be arrow shot because you drooled for want of a sheep. Pay attention?”

      “But you’re the one with the howling problem?” Larotius remarked with a pointed paw finger.

       “Which is why I brought this?” Garay said as he pulled a leather muzzle from his pack. “When we reach the shore? You will strap this on my snoot and kick my tail to Jupiter if I try to take it off.”

       “That is going to cause you some displeasure.” Larotius remarked.

      “I didn’t join the legions to be pleased.” Garay replied as the raft touched the opposite side of the Roana and the two wolves bounded off. Garay immediately pulled out his Load Stone and looked to his left….

       “The feed river is that way.” He said pointing. Quickly the two wolves removed all their clothing and armor, tied them to their packs and reverted to their four legged forms. They then waved good bye to the otters and bounded quickly into the forest to start their reconnaissance ahead of the legion’s amphibious crossing.

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
second watch between 9pm and 12am

    Williamus tapped his little brother on the snoot as he lay sleeping under a sheep skin blanket in the tent…

    “Time to move.” Williamus gestured as he threw Alex’s tunic over the young wolf’s head. “Up, up.”

     “Yeeeeawwwwwnnnnn…..smack, smack….yip! yip!” Alexander stood up and stretched himself out over the ground before throwing his arms and legs around to get rid of the sleeping feelings in his limbs...”Gnah! Is it late?”

      “The middle of second watch.” Williamus replied. “We have to be quick. I must speak to the legion before we start off so be quick.”

      As Alexander threw on his tunic and strapped his belt around his waist, his brother held out a dagger and a Gladius sword before him. “These are yours.”

      Alexander stood surprised….”Mine?”

      “Well if you want too, you could go naked?” Williamus replied with a smile. “But I’d think you’d want to be treated as an adult from now on.”

       Alexander accepted the sword and dagger with a look of happy sadness, to be considered an adult by his older brother was something he longed for…

      “And before you start howling and waking our dead ancestors?” Williamus said with a gesture. “A roman legionnaire should have armor right?”

      Alexander looked upon a set of Roman chest and mail armor made for his size and almost cried with glee...”Mine?!”

      “Obviously.” Williamus said as he was almost bowled over by his little brother’s embrace…

      “Oh thank you Brother! Thank you!” Alexander yelped with joy as he hugged his brother tight.

       “You understand that this means you will be treated as an adult?” Williamus asked. “You understand your responsibilities don’t you?”

        Alexander stood ram rod strait...”Yes Brother! Completely! I will not disgrace you...I promise!”

        Williamus petted Alexander slowly then softly kissed him on his lips...”Of course….this doesn’t change anything between us in bed. Though I’m sorry to say we have to be a little celibate for a while.”

        “I can manage.” Alexander said. He gently lick kissed his brother on the nose and snuggled him under his chin. “You have made me so happy big brother.”

        “Make me proud Alexander. Give our family honor.” Williamus replied. “Hurry and dress now...we have little time to play around.”

        Moments later, Williamus walked from his tent with Alexander behind him carrying the legion standard as they were joined by Anacatus (black panther).

       “The Legion waits for you.” Anacatus said sternly. “Your young brother looks stunning.” The black panther said with a deep growl. “That’s it...chest out and bare those teeth young Graylus.

        “To Hades with those Pacadermian bastards.” Alexander snarled. “My brother’s going to strangle their king in his teeth.”

        “You’ve been stoking him well Williamus.” Anacatus snarled with a smile.

        “He inspires me.” Williamus replied with a serious look.

        Ahead of them beyond the gates of the encampment were only half of the 5000 predators of the full Lightening Legion, the first 2500 who would go with Williamus on the first crossing of the Roana. Beyond their assembly, the noise of the bridge production continued unabated and Williamus could only guess where the bridge was at this moment as he climbed a stage with Alexander and Anacatus behind him. He took a moment to look over the numbers and the species of legionnaires before him. Each face he saw was cold, hard, professional, motivated and appeared chipped from granite rock. Felines and Ursines, Wolves and Tigers, proud predators and fellow country-mammals waiting for his word…
         Williamus took a moment to think then raised a paw as if taking an oath of office….”HAIL TO THE LEGION! HAIL TO OUR HOME! HAIL TO CAESAR!”

         The 2500 predators answered….”HAIL! HAIL! HAIL!”

        Williamus placed his paws behind his back and began to speak...”Predators of the Legion! Tonight we cross as the vanguard of our glorious nation! The eyes and ears of our country, our families, our honorable ancestors and our gawds await with anticipation the noise of our coming battles and the news of our glorious victories over our enemies! Every member of the legion is expected to do his utmost and follow every order perfectly and without question. Those who refuse? Will die. That goes for every predator who follows us tonight. If you can not understand or you feel like a little kitten or cub in need of their mother’s tits? Raise your paw now, take off your armor and your sword and crawl into a corner like the miserable and disgraceful bitch you are!”

         No one in the ranks moved….

         “As I expected.” Williamus said snarling. “We have no females among us tonight. Good. To repeat our plan so it is clearly understood. Half the legion will cross tonight and bed down in the forest on the other side of the river. We shall conceal ourselves in the bushes and thickets. We shall get rest, we shall be quiet, we shall not make a single sound or cause a betrayal of our position. Anyone doing such? I expect the closest Legionnaire to kill that stupid fool without mercy. Please don’t allow that to happen? We are starting with 5000 predators, I would like to finish with 5000 predators.”

         “My legion, my country-mammals, my beloved family….and all of you are my family whom I love! The future of Rome depends on us! Our families back home, depend on us! Our children depend on us! We must not fail! If we are not victorious! Let the last alive speak that we did not die with our tails tucked between our legs like crying females! DEATH TO THE TUSKERS! DEATH TO OUR ENEMY! GLORY TO ROME! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

         The Legion replied with growls and howls and sounds of “AARROOOO! AARROOOO!AARROOOO!” As they beat upon their shields with their Gladius swords. Williamus turned to his second in command and punched him in the chest plate. “Set them to motion Anacatus.” Williamus ordered. He then turned to his brother...”Alexander? Get to the front with the standard.” Williamus said as he turned to grab a head piece fashioned from the skin and horns of a killed mountain ram and set it upon Alexander’s head…

       “Now that’s better...” Williamus said with a toothy grin. “A real killer in sheep’s wool. Give me a murdering snarl little brother.”

        Alexander snarled and growled deeply as his brother kissed him on the nose. “Take your place and lead us to the river brother.”

        “Yes Sir!” Alexander yelped as he left the stage with the battle standard in his paws and carried it to the front of the forming line as the predators assumed a long column four abreast split into companies of 625 predators each with a Centurion over each. There would be no musicians and no drums to keep the cadence of march, only a subdued mouthing of “Aroo” (left) and “Ahah” (right) would keep the Legion to a steady walk that would not cause tiring nor fatigue.

         Alexander felt as if he’d died and sat among the gawds as he took his place at the front of the column to be smothered with affections by the legionaries standing behind him, his tail wagging furiously at the compliments as Williamus walked up and took his place at the head with Anacatus behind him. Williamus drew his Gladius, pointed it forwards and set the Legion into the march towards the river.

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
second watch between 9pm and 12am
Garay and Larotius at the River Ithica

Garay and Larotius covered ground quickly in their four legged forms and stopped for a moment along the bank of the Ithica River to sip water and catch their breath, Larotius holding the leather muzzle in his paws to let Garay drink then strapping it back around his comrade’s snoot to keep him from howling…

“I hate doing this.” Larotius frowned. “Make’s you look like a slave.”

Garay rolled onto his back and beckoned and pleaded like a dog as he touched Larotius’s chin with a paw then pointed to the Load Stone which Larotius dangled to show the direction. “Yes...we’re moving North. I imagine the Legion is starting it’s crossing about now.” Larotius said as he looked up at the sky. “There is no moon tonight. Don’t you think you can control your urge to howl since there’s nothing to really trigger it? This miserable muzzle pains me so much.”

Larotius removed the muzzle from Garay’s head and gently petted his friend as he sat panting...”Are you alright without the muzzle?”

“I’ll manage.” Garay replied. “But be ready to slap that thing back on me.” The white wolf said as he assumed his four legged form. “Let’s continue? We need to cover more ground before the end of the fourth watch.”

Note: Roman time at night was expressed in four watches from 6pm to 6am while the day time was expressed in hours 6am to 6pm such as “In the fifth hour (11am) In the seventh hour (1pm) and the first watch (6pm to 9pm) and the 3rd watch (12am to 3am)

The two wolves were soon running on all fours again through the night with the Ithica River serving as their guide North as they ran along the bank. Suddenly, Garay slid to a stop, snatched Larotius by a leg and pulled him into a thicket…

“Huh? What gives?” Larotius asked as he lay on his back and struggled to get his dagger from its’ sheath. 

“Shhhh! Stop making so much noise!” Garay yelped quietly. “I hear rustling ahead of us...” The white wolf said as he slowly morphed into his two legged form and pulled his dagger from his pack. A little quiet moment more and again there was a soft rustle coming from some bushes a yard away from where the two wolves reposed.

    Garay steeled himself, crouched low then lunged quickly towards the noise and soon he was dragging something out screeching and screaming till he threw it down into the river and worked to drown it!

    “Garay!” Larotius yelped. “Stop! Don’t kill it!”

    Garay pulled the victim out of the water and slammed it hard on its’ back on the river bank...putting his dagger to its’ throat and snarling at it snoot to snoot….

     “Vulpine scum.” Garay snarled at the struggling fox choking and coughing under the wolf’s big paw….

      The poor fox was pissing all over himself trying to struggle and breath…”Release me!”

      “SHUT UP!” Garay snarled as he punched the fox in the face. “SHUT UP YOU PIECE OF EXCREMENT OR I’LL CUT YOUR TAIL OFF!”

       “Gasp!” “Please?…..Have mercy upon a slave and predator I beg you!?” The fox gasped as his eyes almost rolled into his head.

       “Bah! Asking a wolf for mercy?” Garay snarled. “You devil! You filthy Hombrah piece of crap? You deceiver?”

       “Gee Garay? Throw the whole arsenal at him why don’t you?” Larotius snorted as he pulled on Garay’s chocking arm. “Don’t you remember our mission brother!?”

       “Our mission doesn’t include taking into confidence a filthy Hombrah!” Garay snarled back. Larotius jerked Garay’s arm and paw off the struggling fox and it groveled onto its’ paws and knees….”Then kill me great wolf! Death would be a release to my tortured body….please end my life!?”

       Garay and Larotius looked down to see the fox covered in terrible scars and cuts from lashings and beatings…

        “Oh...so you’re an escaped slave?” Garay snorted. 

        “I am an escaped whore.” The male fox replied. “Used and tossed around like a dirty rag since I was a kit.”

        “Awwww…..” Garay snarled. “And I’m supposed to feel what for you? Pity? Pity for a Hombrah? Obviously you must have been a favorite toss around huh? You didn’t die from being “sex’d” which is what should happen to every fox! All of you should be raped till you die! Good enough justice for scum like you.”

        “THEN KILL ME!” The fox howled as he sat up. “RELEASE ME FROM MY PAIN!”

        Larotius moved to gently place a blanket over the pleading fox and Garay slapped at his paws...’What the hell are you doing Larotius?!”

       “Our mission!” The gray wolf replied. “What is your name fox?”

       “ I am called Cyprian...property of Daishia the Rhino. I was his property until he died. Then I was sold to a mine to be worked to death and used as a sex slave. I’ve not eaten in a week. I am nothing but scum….just kill me please?”

       Garay frowned then batted a paw...”I can’t bare to look at this piece of snit. You want to use him for our mission Larotius? Better to kill him and take his tail. But if you want him? He’s your responsibility.”

        Garay walked away angry as Larotius offered some dry meat...”Is this what happens to all foxes here?”

        “Yes...” Cyprian replied. “All foxes are slaves and whores here. We are hunted for our tails, our skulls or to be shared around and raped or worked to death. It seems to be our only lot in life since you wolves hate us so. I would rather die than spend another day being raped in my tail hole or have to watch a little kit being ripped in half by an elephant or Rhino cock in one of their sick sacrifice sex rituals.”

      Larotius thought for a moment. “Do you desire death so much? What of the thought of revenge for yourself? Would that not motivate you to live?”

      “And what? Only to become your slave?” Cyprian said….”I would rather die.”

       Larotius smiled...”I never had a slave. I would not actually know what to do with one. But…I could be a kind master I think? And as for you being a fox? well… you don’t seem to be as threatening as the tales say.”

       “Hmph….” Cyprian snorted. “Kind words from a wolf. I know what you’ll do. You’ll promise me fair treatment or freedom then when my use is done? You’ll double cross me and sell me to someone or I’ll fight in your gladiator games or I’ll be a whore again. Well no thank you Wolf. I would rather die than be a used “bitch” again for any slaver.”

       Larotius gestured….”You’re very tired from your ordeal. Why don’t you get some sleep and we will talk when you are rested? Sorry to say we must bind you in ropes so you don’t escape. If we could have trusted you?”

       “Hmph….as if I am a stranger to being tied up? What ever you desire wolf, I expect no pity from you or your companion.”

        Larotius took the fox into a patch of bushes, bound him in ropes and forced his maw open to accept a ball gag and buckle straps around his head before he was pushed onto his side…

       “Now…..Cyprian….please don’t raise cause for us to kill you?” Larotius asked as he petted the poor fox on his head then covered him with a blanket and walked to stand with his comrade by the river bank…

       “You expect us to trust a dirty Hombrah as a guide?” Garay snarled. “I say drown the rat before he beguiles you.”

       “And I say we made a lucky find.” Larotius replied. “An abused slave? You should look into his eyes Garay, they speak of revenge and killing, I say we use him. I feel he will not betray us.”

        “Like I said Larotius? He is YOUR responsibility, not mine. I’ll have nothing to do with a vulpine pile of snit. Nothing. If he gives us away or betrays us? I’ll kill both of you. You have my word on that!”

         Garay gestured with a paw. “I will take the Load Stone and range forward a bit of a distance and take notes of what I come across. You remain with your “vulpine slut” and I will return before sunrise so we can bed down through the day.”

       Larotius frowned at Garay...”He is NOT my SLUT.”

       “You spared his life.” Garay snorted. “Therefore? That dirty stinking fox is your slut. You keep that little bastard away from me, I don’t want to be soiled with his filth. I will see you in some hours before dawn.”

       Garay morphed into his four legged form and bounded off to the North along the river, leaving Larotius to sit by the bound and gagged fox.

           

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
second watch between 9pm and 12am
The growing Roman bridge across the Roana

“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Release”…...WHAM!”

 “Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Release”…...WHAM!”  

 “Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Release”…...WHAM!”   

 “Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Release”…...WHAM!”

A set of floating wooden gantries sat tied to the left and right sides of the bridge deck. Each of the towers were slanted towards another at fourty five degrees with a large solid round of dense oak connected to a rope lashed bundle of rocks at its’ top. These pile drivers were then set inside four animal grease coated lengths of tree trunks to be worked by pure muscle, sweat and fierce determination.

Three pairs of three large Sumatran tigers each worked to pull the improvised pile drivers to the tops of their dropping strokes then let the ropes go allowing the weights to slam home and drive pointed wooden rounds deep into the sandy river bed. The teams rotated their work so as not to become fatigued by the all night drive to progress the bridge deck forwards. Once they got the angled bridge supports set in place, a team of Ursine (bears) dropped a single “boxed” trunk of 8 inch by 8 inch wood into the prepared slots cut into the tops of the support columns. Once the bears did their work, teams of wolves would lay the supports for the bridge deck spanning fore and aft between each of the supporting column spans. Finally after them came another team of wolves who laid tightly wrapped bundles of tree limbs and sticks to form the actual surface upon which the Legion would cross once the bridge spanned the river.

“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Release”…...WHAM!”

 “Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Release”…...WHAM!”  

 “Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Release”…...WHAM!”   

 “Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Harr!”…..“Release”…...WHAM!”
      Questriatus stood with his slave Stefinus at a wooden tripod level gauge judging between the latest laid columns to see if they were pounded squarely with ones already set in place…

       “What do you think Stefinus?” Questriatus asked the bunny as he beckoned with his paw. “Are they level?”

       “You are the engineer and master.” Questriatus replied with his head bowed.

       “Will you please cut this shame stuff out Stefinus and give me your opinion? I’m not going to put a whip to your back or piss all over you now stop it and look?” Questriatus begged.

        Stefinus looked at the level and pointed with his right paw. “The right one needs to come down more.”

        Questriatus looked himself...”You have good eyes. Obviously since you are a bunny.” Questriatus waved to one of the tigers on the pile drive gang. Good legionnaire Tiger? The right column needs to be sunk more...how many hits do you think there Stefinus?”

        “Two at least.” The bunny replied.

        “Yes...give it two strikes!” Questriatus yelped. “Is there anything you need good tiger? Water? Food perhaps?”

        The big tiger replied. “Mutton or rabbit meat would be nice.”

        Stefinus cowarded behind Questriatus as he replied. “I will see if some mutton or rabbit can be spared to you. Great Caesar says we must rely on our salted stocks and fish catches but this should be an exemption.”

        Questriatus walked with Stefinus behind him back towards the fortification…

        “My master?” The bunny asked timidly. “Will you serve them rabbits?”

        “We will see what they can actually have. Our meat stocks are running a little low and a re-supply delivery now is a little questionable given the bog slave revolt back in Rome. Why do you ask?”

        Stefinus stopped and lowered his head. “I know it is not my place to ask anything but if by chance you will give them rabbits? Will you please kill them and not hand them over live? Please? Just a little mercy?”

         Questriatus pursed his lips...”You know tigers and wolves like to play with their food before they devour it? You ask for a serious violation of Roman custom Stefinus.”

        “I only ask for mercy my master...I can not bear their suffering, their screaming, their pain if they are tortured as play things. Please master...I beg of you this one small thing of your servant!”

         Questriatus sighed...”I will try and be merciful if any rabbits are to be given up. Right now I must check in on Caesar and make sure he is sleeping soundly. I should also explain to you his “walking sickness” which he has from time to time. I must demand from you absolute silence in this matter Stefinus. If you tell anyone about Caesar’s illness? I will have you put to death. Do you understand?”

      “Yes master.” Stefinus replied. “What is this walking sickness?”

       “It is called an “Epilepsis” or “fire of the brain”. It causes Caesar great distress and normally I am the only one allowed close to him when it happens. But since you are close to me all the time now, you will also be needed to help. Sometimes these episodes are small and Caesar recovers quickly but other times they are quite violent and shameful and they leave him helpless like a baby.” Questriatus said as he approached Caesar’s tent and the two Pretorian guards who stood watch at the flap.

         “Can he be cured?” Stefinus asked. “It saddens me to think he suffers this. After all….he did rescue me from an abusive master.”

          “Great Caesar at times has a kind heart.” Questriatus said. “You’re not the first bunny he’s actually shown favors too. Yet you should always be grateful. I’ve known a few bunnies who had not gratitude and they ended up as bits for his favorite soup. Caesar hates ingratitude.”

        “I shall try to remember that.” Stefinus said as he followed Questriatus up to the guards…

          “Good evening great wolves...is the master sleeping soundly?” The otter asked quietly.

          “He is reading.” One of the guards said. “But do go in? I believe he has mentioned you several times in longing.”

           Questriatus walked through the tent flap with Stefinus and stopped to bow. “Good evening Master. And how do you feel tonight?”

           Caesar turned on his bed, placing the scroll he was reading on the chair next to him….”I am doing well tonight. And Questriatus? I am master no more. Father is fine always for you.”

         The otter walked up and gave Caesar a gentle hug of affection and a snuggle under his chin…

         “And how is your slave working for you?” Caesar asked.

         “Stefinus is excellent. His math skills are sharp and he behaves so well. He was obviously poorly used by his previous owner.” Questriatus said gesturing.

         Stefinus got on his hands and knees and lowered himself...”I thank Great and Mighty Caesar for his kindness towards me and for sparing my life!”

        “Stand up bunny. I am not a gawd.” Caesar said with a gesture. “Just continue to do as you’re told and all will be well with you.”

         Stefinus stood up. “Great Caesar? Might I ask of you a favor of mercy?”

         “Very few slaves ask me for favors.” Caesar replied.

         Questriatus gestured with a paw...”What he ask Father is because the Tigers working on the bridge have requested mutton or bunnies as a treat for their hard work, Stefinus simply asks that if bunnies are offered that they be mercifully put to death so they do not suffer.”

        Caesar gave off a low growl...”Tigers and Wolves usually look forward to prey they can play with and maul. You ask me to deny them that pleasure for the good of slaves?”

        Caesar looked at Stefinus. “But? Let it never be said of Caesar that he rejected any request nor showed no mercy when asked. Let it be so.”
       Stefinus reached out and took hold of Caesar’s big paw...”Thank you great master! Thank you!”

        “Questriatus?” Caesar asked. “Teach Stefinus about my sickness and what to do? I find him trustworthy and selfless. I…..like him very much.”

        “Yes Father.” Questriatus replied with a bow. “Come Stefinus? Let us allow Caesar to get some sleep.” 

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
third watch between 12am and 3am
The Lightening Legion crosses the Roana

       Alexander was all excitement, he leaned against the standard wagging his tail furiously while the other predators on the raft, including Williamus, sat still. The line of long wooden rafts extended half way across the expanse of the river now and more were being fashioned and launched as quickly and as many as the otters could care for. Each raft had three or four strong felines or ursines pulling on the rope the otters had rigged to get the rafts quickly to the other side where the otters would then return them for their next load of passengers…

      “Alexander?” Williamus warned. “Don’t you fall in with that standard.”

      “I’m being careful brother.” Alexander replied. 

       “His Gladius is almost as big as he is , Legates Legonus Graylus.” A wolf legionnaire snickered.

       “Hmph!” Alexander snorted back. “You should see the size of my enormous cock in your mouth.”

       “Alexander?” Williamus growled. “Manors”

       “He insulted me first big brother!” Alexander replied as he threw a middle paw finger at the legionnaire wolf. “All the bad humors back on you.”

         “He has spirit.” The wolf soldier replied. 

         “He gets his sprightliness from his mother.” Williamus said as he rubbed Alexander’s head tuft. “Just remember to hold it in check Alexander.”

          “Bump!” The raft reached the other side of the river and Williamus and the other predators got off. Turning to Alexander, Williamus positioned him with the standard at the landing point…

         “Now….very important job for you Alexander.” Williamus said as he pointed to the incoming rafts. “You are to send the arrivals where they need to be ok? Felines go up in the trees, Ursines the bushes, wolves and everyone else are to rally on me right behind your back. Don’t move from “this spot” do you understand? If you get tired? Send word to me and I’ll send a relief for you ok?”

         Alexander frowned. “Would you please stop talking to me like I’m a cub? The way you talk to me is annoying and offensive.”

         “I’m sorry little brother.” Williamus said as he petted Alexander. “I just want to make sure you understand what your job is.”

         Alexander replied. “If I get any lip? Do I have the right to cuss at stupid oafs and hit them?”

        “Don’t press your luck.” Williamus replied. “But you have my authority when you hold that standard so they must listen to your commands. Now don’t let that get to your head?”

       Alexander waved a paw….”I won’t. Now go….shoo…..do other things a Tribune should do, I got this.”

       Williamus stood back to watch how Alexander handled the first incoming raft….

       “HO!” The young wolf yelped with his paw up. “Tigers to the trees! Wolves go strait behind my back and meet with the Legates Legonus!”

       “Awww….isn’t he cute?” One wolf said smiling. “And they made him cute little cub armor too...”
        “Yeah, yeah….and you’re so ugly, the gawds wouldn’t fuck you let alone any self respecting Roman female.” Alexander snickered. “Move and keep your maw shut! Beyond me? Everyone must keep their smackers shut!”

         One wolf leaned over to Williamus...”He’s a natural.”

         “Even I am surprised some times by him.” Williamus replied. “He greeted every wolf as they came up, pointing around the ground with his dagger. “Find a good place to hide yourselves and spread out as much as possible! We must make room for everyone! Bed yourselves down and hide yourselves well! We must remain quiet and hidden for the next two days until everyone is across!”

         Anacatus came up from the river…”How far do you think Garay and Larotius are right now from the Roana?”

         Will thought...”15 passum (Roman miles) by now along the Ithica. I don’t expect any report from them while we’re bedded down in these woods. I want your felines in the trees to be the main watch Anacatus so make sure you set the rotations, pick the watch trees and put your best and fastest legionnaire on our warning perimeters.”

        “It will be done Legates Legonus Graylus.” Anacatus replied.

        “Hmph….” Williamus chuckled. “It sounds so formal and unfamiliar to me still. I was so use to just plain Tribune.”

        “I was so use to calling you “Willa-mina” because of your head tuft. Did your mother dress you in female gowns when you were a cub?” Anacatus snickered.

        “You want me to maul you, don’t you?” Williamus replied with a light growl. 

        “Anytime I can be mauled by you is an anticipated pleasure.” The big black panther said as he rubbed Williamus’s shoulder.

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Fourth watch 3am to 6am
The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation.

      Ademi stumbled through the hut, almost fell over his younger brother Lenki, tripped over the leg of his father’s lover Paeeon and flopped to the ground outside the hut opening gasping for breath and shaking his head clean of the fog of waking up and of the nightmare that consumed him…

     The feeling of water entering his lungs….the shouts of WHORE!, CUNT!, SLUT! being drowned out by the feeling of his head being forced to remain under water… the feeling of wetness as his own piss hit him in the snoot as he struggled to get free of the hellish dream.

    The little goat kid wandered over to a bucket of water and threw it over himself to get the smell of his own urine off. When he realized that he’d douched himself with a bucket of water….he threw the offending wooden container against a nearby tree where it broke apart. Then he sank to the ground and held his head to stop the world from spinning around.

    “Ademi?” Came a soft voice from behind. “Are you alright son?” The worried feminine voice asked. Soon a pair of soft hoof hands rubbed over Ademi’s shoulders. “What is it? What troubled you from your sleep?”

     It was his mother ( name ) a soft khaki brown female with a white head tuft and beautifully kept fur. She rubbed her head over her son’s soft cheek and gave him a tender lick kiss...”What’s wrong Ademi?”

     “Just a bad dream mother...” Ademi replied. “I thought I was drowning.” He said as he sat back against her...”Mother? You’re good at knowing dreams aren’t you? What does that mean? Me drowning in water? Is it a bad sign?”

     “It means you should take extra care where you tread.” (name) said as she hugged her son. “It’s a portent which could last a few days to a few weeks. It could be a sign that you’re just nervous about your upcoming betrothal to Selenos and you fear doing something wrong. You will be just fine Ademi, stop your worry?”

     Ademi smiled...”You always know how to make someone feel better mother.”

     “That’s why I am here.” She replied. “Now is that all that seems to be troubling you?” She asked.

     “Yes….That...and my wedding outfit. I don’t like it at all. It’s so plain.” The young goat sighed...”But let me guess mother? Traaaaaaa-dition right?!”
       “We are not a culture with a fondness for ostentation Ademi.” She said as she stroked over his head tuft…

       “But I want to look beautiful for my de-flowering? A plain old waist wrap doesn’t make it special at all. I might as well just go four legged and do it the old fashioned way and have no fun from it.” Ademi snorted.

        “Under garments Ademi do not make the act of romance special. Couples do.” Ademi’s mother replied smiling. “But since it is “your” day and “your” wishes should be respected? I will try to make you a under-garment that will make your lover blush with heart pounding delight….quietly of course? We don’t want to give the elders a seizure do we?”

      Ademi giggled in reply...”It would be fun to watch.”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
Morning
Garay and Larotius along the River Ithica

      Garay returned as the sun began its’ slow creep upwards and gave the sleeping Larotius a kick in the leg...”Wake up.” He snorted. “I see your whore is still here?”

       Larotius ignored the insult...”Did you see anything? How far did you go?” He asked as he sat up and pulled Cyprian up and worked to remove some of the rope…

     “I’d say….30 passum (Roman miles) before I had to turn about and come back.” Garay said as he regarded the fox. “Does he still want to die?” Garay asked.

     Larotius removed the ball gag from Cyprian’s maw...”Well? Do you still wish to die or is there at least a little fight in you?” He asked Cyprian.

     “I can help you very much.” The fox said. “I know where many Tusker strong holds are, where settlements of juicy prey animals reside….more than many I wish to see wiped off the earth. I’ll help you...for a price.”

      Garay gave the fox a mighty slap in the snoot and pulled out his Gladius… “Just like “a Vulpine slut” to even think he can ask a favor of Rome!” Garay then noticed that Cyprian latched onto Larotius...”So? You have been making good use of this “bushy tailed cunt” while I was gone haven’t you?”

      Larotius moved fast to snatch Garay’s sword hand! He kicked him off balance and drove him to the ground with a knee on his throat! “Let me make this clear to you Garay! The only reason this fox is still breathing? is that he can help us in our mission! That’s all and done! If you want to persist with your fat snoot? So help me I will cut out your tongue and feed it to you raw! I am sick and tired of your crap! Don’t you touch him and don’t you speak your lies about me again to my face….do we have an understanding?!”

      Larotius released his knee but slapped Garay hard in the snoot for an extra measure before sitting down in the bushes...”I suggest you get some sleep Garay.” He then looked at Cyprian with a scowl...”Sit!”

       The fox did as he was told. “I certainly don’t want to get on your displeased side….master.”

       “I am not your master.” Larotius replied. “At least not yet. But you can’t be completely trusted not to betray us so for the time being you will remain bound and gagged during the day since we must hide ourselves.”

      “I will be of no trouble.” Cyprian replied.

      “Good.” Larotius said. “Just what is this price you speak of?”

      “Show my kind some measure of mercy?” Cyprian asked. “Let them know what’s coming so they can get far away? If we come across brothels? Kill the owners and let the foxes go free or give them some means to kill their rapists? There are foxes who would aid Rome if given clemency from Rome’s cruelty towards them, I swear!”

       Larotius thought for a moment. “What you ask specifically is out of the paws of myself and Garay to grant. Yet for your help? We will do what we can at our means...”

       “You may do what you can…..I won’t.” Garay snorted as he lay. “All red tailed bushy bastards can rot in Hades. The only good fox is a dead one or one well flucked to death.”

        “Garay? Don’t get me angry at you again?” Larotius warned. “What can you tell us about the capital city? About Chelsea?”

         Cyprian smirked...”It is a leaky sponge of penetration points from the aqueducts to the underground sewers, there’s at least twenty places where a cohort of a legion could slip in. I know when they change the guards at the main gates, the palace, the barracks….obviously the how and why I know these things needs no explaination. Your biggest obstacle is the two royal legions of Rhino and War Elephants that guard the city. You have to draw them away with something serious enough to mount a threat. Once they’re away? The city will be as easy to pillage as an open fruit stand. But if you really want to maximize your chances of victory? Let me sneak in to enlist the help of the fox prostitutes...the seething for vengeance in them is so hot it will melt gold.”

        “Obviously….” Larotius said as he licked his lips. “You’ve chosen not to die?”

        Cyprian turned onto his stomach and reached back to pull his tail away from his rump….”On the contrary? If you wish a reward for my services? You may use me as you like? I’m still very tight and pleasing?”

        Larotius batted Cyprian’s paw….”Put that tail down? I desire only the sweet tits and cunt of a fertile female wolf. Anything else is a poor substitute.”

       “That’s what he wants everyone to think.” Garay snorted.

       “What did I tell you about your maw?” Larotius warned. “Shoosh!” Larotius grabbed the ball gag and waved it at Cyprian...”As for you? You filthy Hombrah bastard. You better keep your snit eating maw shut and make no sounds as we sleep.”

       Cyprian smiled for a moment. “Thank you for being generous great wolf. I will make myself worthy for you, I promise.”

       “Don’t get it wrong fox….for me you are just a tool to use to complete our mission. And tools often end up broken and thrown in the trash. Keep that in mind and don’t misbehave.” 

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
Morning
A pair of rams on patrol. Nalo Heights, Tusker Confederation side of the Roana.

       Two sheep rams (One of black wool, one of white wool) dressed in Tuskin armor and carrying bows and swords...walked the crest of the height of Nalo, a gentle slope that ran from the edge of the Roana to a height of two Actus (250 feet) some two Stadiums (1200 feet) back from the river. It was the black Ram named Odiakus (Oh-dee-ay-cus) who first noticed the activity at the far side of the Roana and struggled through his morning, sun impaired vision to comprehend what he was seeing…

      “Kokacius?!” (Coe-Kay-See-us) Odiakus beckoned to his fellow soldier who had walked some distance beyond where the black ram stood. “Kokacius! Get over here!” The black ram called annoyed at almost being blown off by his comrade.

      “Yes Kokacius?” Odiakus asked.

      “What do you see in the river? The far side there?” Kokacius asked with urgency.

         Odiakus, who was much younger and had much better eyes, looked to the far side and pursed his lips...”I see some red flags...Romans? There’s a lot of what looks like wood being stacked up in piles. They’re making something from what I can tell.”

        “Rafts? Ships? What?” Kokacius asked. “You have the better eyes than me?”

        “I can’t see that good!” The white ram snorted. “And we can’t move from here to get any better view. But I have no doubt they’re Romans.”

        Kokacius snickered...”Are you kidding me? Don’t those dumb dogs and their cat prostitutes ever learn? They’re going to try an invade us again with their little bonka boats? Oh please the sport of it all.”

        “I’m not sure it’s a boat they’re building.” Odiakus said as he continued to watch. “I don’t see any hull shapes forming. No frame works being constructed. It’s almost like they’re….what the hell are they making?”

         “Hmph….whatever it is?” Kokacius said. “It’s not going to help them against our armies. You stay here and keep watching what they’re doing. I’ll run to the garrison and have word sent to the king in Chelsea. He may want to come here just to be entertained by the stupidity.”

            Odiakus watched a little more then turned to Kokacius as the black ram walked slowly down the opposite slope of the hill….”You know? If I guess? I think they’re building a bridge?”

           “Oh please Odiakus?! You sound as if you’ve been chewing on poison ivy or some “dizzy plant”. That is the mighty Roana, it can not be bridged! It is too deep, the waters are too fast and those are stupid dogs and water hating cats. There is no way those Roman fools could build a good enough bridge so please spare me the comedy for now? We’ll have more than enough comedy when we see those tongue droolers try to get across like they failed five times before. Now stay here and watch them while I alert our garrison? Please?”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
The second hour, 8am
The Lightening Legion crosses the Roana

         Alexander poked his head for a moment above the bush he and his brother were nestled under and quickly lay back down to snuggle against Willimus’s warm body…

       “It looks as if everyone is hiding themselves well.” Alexander said as he played a paw finger over Williamus’ nose. “Are you proud that I could stand all night without falling asleep?”

        “You did very well Alex.” Williamus replied as he rolled onto his back and snarled at his little brother’s play nipping on an exposed ear...”Alex? Settle down. Remember what I said would happen to those who betrayed our operation?”

        Alex replied. “Would you really kill me brother?”

        Williamus pulled his dagger, snatched Alexander by his head tuft and presed the sharp blade against the young wolf’s neck…”Without breaking a sweat or a worry. To save a legion? I’d throw you to the lions without batting an eye.”

        Then…..Williamus gently pushed a kiss with his brother’s lips until their tongues danced over each other in passionate love…”If you forced me to kill you Alex? My heart would be so broken, I would kill myself.”

       “Then I must be very careful….” Alexander replied as he feasted inside Williamus’s moist maw.

        Williamus pulled back….”That’s all you get for now. Go to bed.”

        Alexander replied with a gentle paw touch to Will’s cheek….”Let me suck you?” He asked. “Let me please you Big Brother?”

      “Ah…...no.” Williamus replied snorting. “You...sleep now. And no playing around? I mean it Alexander. No kissing….no sucking…..no mounting…. No trying to do anything to me while I’m sleeping? Certainly not here? Go…..to… bed.”

      Alexander snuggled closer to his brother..”But I can use you as a pillow right? Certainly that’s not forbidden is it?” He said with a light tail wag.

      “That is permitted.” Williamus replied. “Good night Alex.” Williamus said as he gave his little brother a kiss.

      “Good night Will.” Alexander replied as he kissed his older brother on the snoot and snuggled close under his chin….”Will?” Alexander asked.

       “Yes?” Williamus replied as he rubbed his little brother’s head gently.

       “I’m so proud of you Big Brother.” Alex said gleefully.

       “As I am of you little brother. Now sleep.” Will said quietly.

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
The third hour, 9am
The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation.

      Ademi was busy in the hay field pulling his family’s plow in his four legged form while his father’s lover Paeeon guided him along from behind in his two legged form...”Ademi?! Left!” Paeeon yelped. “Left!” The adult goat yelped. He then pulled the rein back to stop Ademi from moving and walked up as the young goat sat in the dirt…

     “Bleck!” Ademi spat out the bridle bit from his mouth. “You must tell my father to get a new bit. This one has splinters. And are you weak Paeeon? I haven’t gotten a whip crack from you in….never?! If I’m going to be part plow mule then I should get it for disobedience right?”

      “No.” Paeeon replied. “Whips are for slaves when they cut up. Like the sheep when they refuse to follow orders or the foxes when they think they have some freedom to deny us the pleasure of their pussy holes.”

       Ademi pursed his lips. “Can I sex a fox? Is that alright even when I’m betrothed and not married?”

       You can whip a fox to death and sex them all you want.” Paeeon replied. “Pan is very well pleased when you can stomp the brains out of a dumb fox and offer its’ tail as a gift. Who knows? If the traveling “socialator” (Pimp) shows up before your wedding? We all might pitch in so you and your friends can rape and then kill a virgin fox all night to your hearts content. Of course you can fluck it till it dies, you just can’t let it fluck you.”

        “What are they like?” Ademi asked with a smile. “Are they nice to have sex with?”

        “They’re little screamers.” Paeeon said as he covered his ears. “And their pleading and crying is sweet music to Pan. Too bad for them that they believed we would protect them from Rome only to make them suffer like the filthy little predators they are. At least we and the Romans have one thing in common. The only good fox is a well flucked, tortured and dead fox.”

     Ademi smiled pleasingly as he started to pull the plow again...until he got interrupted by his friend Cercius who came prancing up to walk beside him.

     “I thought you and I were going to go to the swimming hole this morning and here you are pulling a plow blade.” Cercius said smirking.

     “Somf fuf uf furk.” Ademi replied with the bit in his mouth.

     “Sheesh...you sound like you’re giving pleasure, take that dumb thing out of your mouth?” Cercius said.

     “Ptttuuu”…..”Uh? Some of us work, Cercius?” Ademi snorted. “You can wait a little bit can’t you? Sheesh...you should still be in your hut screaming for more cock.”

      “And you’re getting married in two more days so why are you doing anything when you should be getting ready?” Cercius asked.

      “Because some of us planned ahead and have all the time in the world for other things?” Ademi yelped. “Give me some time to get this done and we’ll go ok?”

      It wasn’t long before the two young goat kids were walking side by side towards the nearest swimming hole in the woods. Ademi was quiet, much too quiet for Cercius to take…

     “A lot on the brain?” Cercius asked.

     “I was thinking about Hippias.” Ademi replied with a sad frown.

     “You still feeling sorry for that disgraceful bitch?” Cercius snorted.

     Ademi snatched Cercius by his shoulders...”That “disgraceful bitch” was “our friend”!” Ademi yelped angrily.

      Cercius gently pushed Ademi’s hoof hands off his shoulders. “He was our friend until he offended Pan by being a money loving whore and violating his oath.”

       “By the gawds Cercius...can you be that thick headed?” Ademi pleaded. “You and I knew Hippias better than anyone in the village, do you think he just came up with the thought of being a whore on his own?”

       Cercius twisted his face...”You’re saying he had a Socialator?”

       “Some one was loaning him out. Some one he protected even when he was being whipped and drowned in a filthy bucket.” Ademi snorted.

       “Are you?…..are you telling me? You saw?….Ademi! That could get you beheaded! That’s forbidden!” Cercius yelped! Ademi slapped a hoof hand over Cercius’ mouth.

       “Would you please not tell the whole world?!” Ademi snapped. “Yes….yes I did watch Hippias die and he died brutalized and un-cared for. What if he was innocent Cercius? What if he was being used by a dirty “Socialator” and there’s something else going on? Does Hippias really deserve to wander forever in Hades being tortured and raped?”

        Cercius moaned…”You’re going to get yourself killed Ademi.”

        Ademi began to stomp away angry...”And you always speak of justice and love? I thought I knew you Cercius? To me you’re now a filthy liar.”

       Cercius ran after Ademi. “Ademi! Wait!” He took hold of a hoof hand and pulled Ademi to a stop….”Wait will you?!”

       The goat kid gently stroked Ademi’s snoot. “I just…..I just worry that you’ll risk your whole life for something that may turn out to be just as it was….but…. But you’re right. If Hippias was innocent and forced into sex by a Socialator? We can’t just forget him. I’m with you no matter how this turns out. But promise me you’ll be careful? Sometimes you get so involved in something? You get really stupid.”

       Ademi got close to Cercius and kissed him...”Mmmmm...I can’t wait till I’m married and not a virgin Cercius...” Ademi said with his eyes slightly closed in desire...”I’ve been so longing to hump the snit out of you.”

       “I want to feel you inside me too Ademi.” Cercius replied gasping. “Wow… I actually feel light headed...sheesh you kiss so well.”

       Ademi closed in and kissed Cercius...this time slipping his tongue deep into the panting goat kid’s mouth...”Takes a lot of practice you know.”

       Ademi grabbed Cercius by his hoof hand and smiled. “Come on silly...we have some cool water to enjoy. That hard on of yours has to hurt.”

end of chapter 4