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: 

Pumba and Timon from the Lion King (c) Walt Disney
The fox Cyprian by Cracky of Inkbunny

Chapter 5
Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge building
The third hour, 9am
Tusker Army Garrison of Sekundis. Two miles north of Nalo Heights, Tusker Confederation side of the Roana.

       The black ram Odiakus entered the front gate of the fort and proceeded to the earth and log work hut where the Garrison commander resided. The garrison was under the charge of a gray bull Rhino named Captain Melilis who at the moment was just getting dressed in his tunic. Odiakus tapped on the side post of the doorway…

     “Knock, Knock”  “Honored Lokhagos?” (Lokhagos = Captain) “Honored Lokhagos good morning.”

     “Who is it?” Melilis asked.

     “Hoplite Odiakus Sir. I have a report for you from Nalo heights.” Odiakus said as he bowed slightly.

     “Proceed.” Melilis said.

     Odiakus entered the hut as Melilis sat on a stool. “Honorable Lokhagos? My companion and I were on watch when we saw the Romans on the other side of the river. It seems they are preparing for another attempt at invasion.”

    “Oh?” Melilis replied. “Those stupid dish licker morons. Don’t dogs ever learn when their old tricks don’t work? Stubborn droolers and shit eaters. How many boats? How many legions?”

       “We do not see any Roman boats being built as of yet Honorable Lokhagos. They are devising something on the other side of the river Roana, we can see them working but they’re too far yet to clearly see the construction. I suggest that you come with me to see it for yourself.”

        Melilis nodded in reply. “Very well...I will follow you.” Melilis grabbed up his sword belt and strapped it around his large girth. As he exited the hut, he clapped his hands together to summon his second in command, a Hippo named Sallatos….

       “Sallatos? Bring the garrison to alert. It seems the tail licking dogs are at it again at the Roana. We don’t know what they’re doing on the other side just yet but send a herald on a reindeer to the capital so the royal family knows.”

       “Yes, Honorable Lokhagos.” The Hippo replied as Melilis turned to walk up to a big reindeer named Prancisorius…

        “Prancisorius? I am in need of your strong back today.” Melilis asked the big buck who immediately morphed into his four legged form without question…

        “Saddle me my Honorable Lokhagos.” Prancisorius said sternly. “To where are we speeding to?”

        “Nalo my good friend.” Melilis replied as he threw a saddle on Prancisorius and strapped it down. “Don’t be too fast though? We want to give the tail hole sniffer Romans a little ease so they don’t build boats that sink. I would hate for them to get half way across and die before they died gloriously under our arrow shots.”

         Melilis and Odiakus mounted Prancisorius and rode out of the fort towards Nalo Heights.

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
the third hour (9am)
The growing Roman bridge across the Roana

      The Legionaries and slaves working on the growing bridge span stopped in their tracks when Caesar showed himself….

      “You are all wasting time with salutation...keep working!” The big wolf growled as he walked with his paw up in greeting. “Who is overseeing the construction during the day?”

      A wolf came up and pounded his chest. “I Asprenus of the house of Novation Great Caesar.”

     “I am pleased at the pace Asprenus.” Caesar said with a nod. “One thing? From now on if you offer bunnies as treats for good work? They are to be killed before hand by whipping their necks. I am feeling merciful today.”

     “Yes Caesar, it shall be done.” Asprenus replied. “Any news of the slave revolt in Rome?”

     “Yes. They continue to revolt.” Caesar replied. “Perhaps Pompeii isn’t ready to kill his little deer slut yet?”

     “Deer slut my Lord?” Asperenus asked.

     “What? You were not aware?” Caesar replied. “That white tailed bastard was gladiator by day and Pompeii’s fuck hole by night. He trained that piece of meat to be his whore. I wonder how Pompeii’s wife feels about being relegated to second in bed by an antlered homosexual bastard? You’d think the rumors would move her to rip his throat out?”

     Asperenus hesitated….

     “I know you worry about my reaction to thoughts and questions Asperenus. Yes, Pompeii is my son in law….yes, he married my daughter….yes, she died trying to whelp him a litter….yes, I feel an emotional attachment to him and I still love him with great affection but he is also a very ambitious bastard and if fortune favors him? He would turn on me and rip my throat out without a care. So….no, I don’t trust him.” Caesar said as he walked over the finished portion of his bridge till he stood on the end. “In the end of things my dear Asperenus? It will all come down to whom is the more ambitious wolf.”

      Caesar looked towards the far side of the Roana. “Any reaction from the enemy yet? Has anyone seen any movement at all?”

      “None Lord.” Asperenus replied. “The first half of the Lightening Legion made it to the other side farther down last night and still no one has seen any movement.”

      “It won’t be long.” Caesar said. “When we get half way? Every latrine of the enemy will be over flowing with snit.”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
the third hour (9am)
The first half of the Lightening Legion bedded down across the Roana

       Williamus shifted a little from the little needle pricks of his brother’s teeth as he suckled on an exposed chest nipple…

      “Mmmmmffff….Alexander?” Williamus said quietly. “Watch your teeth?” He looked down to gently kiss Alexander on his head and snuggled him as they slept among the bushes. Over night, all twenty five hundred of the first half of the legion crossed without incident and made their beds among the thick vegetation of the forest floor with at least a thousand or so big cats laying in the trees. Williamus hoped that the cats tied themselves to prevent falling out in their sleep. The cats were taking turns on guard duty watching a circular perimeter against penetration, yet they would be most careful in dealing with intruders as they might be a point guard sent ahead to “trip” the legion to careless action.

“Huh?” Williamus was startled a little bit by Alexander’s paw rubbing over his cock sheath under his tunic….

“Slap!” “Stop that!” Williamus warned Alexander as he slapped his paw away. “I told you we must remain celibate Alexander!”

“Mmmfff!” Alexander replied with a slight snort. “Nothing said a little feel violates celibacy brother.”

“Go….to…..sleep Alexander.” Williamus warned quietly. “I am not going to carry your cranky butt all over the land. I won’t tell you twice.”

Alexander rolled with his back to his older brother. “It’s hard to fight my urges towards you Williamus...I love you.”

“And for our sake you must control yourself.” Williamus sighed as he laid his arm over his little brother’s shoulder. “Come on now...please behave?”

Alexander petted Williamus’s paw...”I wonder how father and mother are doing? No word from home since the slave revolt started.”

“I am sure that mother and father are fine.” Williamus snorted. “Knowing father? He’s finding a way to cash in on the whole thing. Probably selling weapons under the nose of the home guard to that renegade deer Bambinus while promising the Senate some “wonder weapon” to annihilate all the slaves.”

Alexander snorted. “I hope they don’t kill any of the bunnies and save them for feasting. I love rabbit meat more than Venison any day.”

“Shhhhh…..” Williamus shooshed. “Quiet now and go back to sleep. You’ll need all this energy tonight.”

“Alright brother.” Alexander replied as he reached back to rub Williamus’s snoot. Soon the two of them were back to being sound asleep.

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
the fifth hour (11am)
The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation.

     A splash of water interrupted Ademi and Cercius as they stood in the swimming hole practicing a little kissing between each other. Once again it was the black haired Dimius along with a few friends who violated the peaceful moment of sexual adventuring between the two young goat kids…

     “Told you they’d be here exchanging spittle.” Dimius said with a smirk and snort. “Better be careful Ademi? You might end up being a dead whore.”

     Ademi gave Dimius a wicked slap in his snoot! “You better watch your stupid mouth Dimius!”

       “Ouch!” Dimius replied. “What the heck Ademi?”

        “Oh….You wouldn’t care.” Ademi snorted. “You get your enjoyment by digging reactions from others.”

        “So do you?” Dimius said with a smile as he noted Ademi’s hard on. “Or? Are you just glad to see the rest of us?”

         Myri was a strange color for a goat, his fur was a light pinkish / white which he always said was a gift from Pan that made him delightful. He was sort of “Air snooted” meaning that because he got betrothed to one of the elders, he tended to think of himself above everyone else. Yet he didn’t have trouble attracting attention, like his latest little fling with a youngster named Colin who was barely out of the goatish toddler stage and had become quite an expert little goat dick sucker. At the moment, without any reservation or shame... Myri had the smaller goat’s mouth very much occupied…

       “Anyone want to try him out?” Colin said as he moved his hips to fuck his young companion’s maw. “I swear his mouth’s like humping silk.”

      “Right now, I don’t care.” Cercius snorted as he wrapped his arms around Ademi. “I’m trying to help Ademi through a little crisis. Don’t want him occupied with other things when his lover enjoys him on his wedding night.”

       “Ademi’s always lost somewhere Cercius. I bet you it’ll be two days before he notices the cum leaking from his tail hole.” Dimius snorted. “Anyway….Myself and my friends Ermis, Vasilis, Spyro, Myri and his little cock sucker Colin were going to play “wolf and herd”. You want to join us?”

      Cercius nodded...”Yeah! I like that game! Come on Ademi, let’s play?”

      “Ok.” Ademi replied. “I have nothing planned for the afternoon.”

      Spyro asked...”So Ademi? What’s your plans to please your lover when he breaks your rump? Or are you going to be so easy for him?”

      “Yeah...don’t spare the details Ademi?” Vasilis snickered. “You shouldn’t just give yourself over without a little disobedience? I enjoy getting my rump roasted by a good spanking for telling my husband to go screw himself.”

      “That’s obvious by the sound of the thunderclap when your butt gets blistered.” Ermis chuckled. “Sex must really hurt after your tail hole get’s burnt red huh?”

       “The wicked sting adds to the pleasure.” Vasilis replied with a little pride. “ I also like to dress like Europa so Plentius can rape me like Jupiter as a big bull. You should see the strap-on cattle dildo he made for me out of a bull horn.”

        Ademi giggled...”You’re all full of wicked little ideas. Maybe I should do a plethora and see what works best?”  

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
the fifth hour (11am)
Garay, Larotius and Cyprian along the River Ithica

      Cyprian felt the ball gag slip from his maw and Larotius’s big paw gently petting him on his side…

      “Hey? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Let me loosen these ropes so you can sleep better...” The big wolf said with a gentleness that shocked the long abused fox into a defensive shuffle away from the big canine’s touch. “It’s alright...I won’t hurt you, I promise. I only want to assure your help.”

      “I’m sorry.” Cyprian replied. “Kindness is so foreign to me.” He whispered. “Your companion so wants to murder me, I can tell.”

       “Garay? Oh….he’s only tough on the outside, his hate of foxes is based on the old stories….which to be honest I never believed given Romulus’ reputation.” Larotius said softly.

       “You speak sacrilege of Rome.” Cyprian said with a snort. “I am shocked. You could be killed for such words against your “beloved founder Gawd.”

       “He was no gawd.” Larotius snorted. “Just an ambitious wolf with a raging hard on. You know he grew Rome by treachery, murder and rape? Every wolf leader aspires to the ambition side of Romulus and among our leaders, Great Caesar seems to be the only level headed one around. He’s actually given clemency to a few foxes because of their talents for crafty spying.”

        “Hmph….” Cyprian snorted. “All I am is a flucking whore.”

        “Even a whore can undermine an army...didn’t you say we might be able to count on the whores of Chelsea?” Larotius replied. “If I do get to take you as my slave? Your days of being a wretched whore will be over, I promise. I’m sure there are other things you can do? Other talents you could learn to put to good use?”

       Cyprian started to sniffle…

       “Hey?” Larotius warned. “Now stop that or I might be forced to kill you. Your crying will alert the whole Tusker army.”

       “No one has ever spoken so kindly to me.” Cyprian said as he wiped his eyes…

      “Larotius! Shut your whore up!” Garay snapped.

      “I’m getting information from him Garay!” Larotius yelped back as he hugged Cyprian...”So tell me? Where is the closest Tusker garrison near us? Where’s the nearest villages?”

      Cyprian settled down and dug his paw into the ground to remove the grass….”We are….here I think? About...13 Roman Miles from us to the Northeast is the Tusker garrison at Ballidis. It has about two Roman Cohorts, perhaps 500 war elephants and Rhinos with some wart hogs. To the west of that are two villages….Tolis which is a bunny colony and Kapsi which has goats. North of Ballidis is the larger garrison of Anastellis which contains a legion of war elephants, Wart Hogs, White tailed deer and some mountain rams. After that? It’s fifteen Roman miles to the capital of Chelsea. If you have some sort of parchment I can draw a map for you to follow?”

     Larotius pulled a parchment scroll from his pack and a piece of sharpened charcoal. “Get to work. I want to send Garay back to the advanced legion by night fall.” Larotius said.

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
the fifth hour (11am)
Nalo Heights above the Roana River

      Kokacius waved as Odiakus and the Commander of the Garrison came riding up on a reindeer…

      “Commander! Odiakus!” Kokacius yelled. “It is a bridge!”

     The reindeer Prancisorius turned into his two legged form after Kokacius and Melilis dismounted and followed them to the crest of the heights…

     “See?! I thought it was a bridge! You can see the span growing!” Kokacius bleated.

      “Calm yourself please?” Melilis warned with a hand wave. “Boat, bridge, log, who cares how they try to cross, We will slaughter the whole litter of those dogs.” He then turned to Prancisorius….”Inform the garrison to prepare for war, send me two cohorts then ride to the capital to alert his highness that we are under invasion threat at the Roana River. That the enemy is attempting to forge by bridge. Make haste Prancisorius, quickly now!” The Rhino snarled as he turned his gaze on the bridge. Prancisorius quickly assumed his four legged form and galloped away towards the garrison.

      “Never thought the dogs would be this cleaver. They must have a good commander to be so confident in bridging the river yet no fear. We have the heights. I hope they enjoy a rain of arrows and stones during their little walk?”

        Kokacius wrung his hoofed hands. “But Honorable Lokhagos? They will be able to bring their whole army over at one time, we’ve never had to deal with a fully prepared Roman Army before.”

       “Quit your belly aching?” Odiakus said as he slapped his hoof hand into Kokacius’ chest. “Honorable Lokhagos knows exactly how to stop these whelp box bitches, he’s defeated what? Two Roman Counsels of war already? Have some faith in the gawds?”

      Melilis however, considered what Kokacius said. It was one thing to catch the Romans in their boats, another to have them coming across ready for battle as a whole organized block. Certainly they would be well prepared to defend the last few Decepema (10 feet) as they were being built and it would take time for sufficient numbers of troops and engineers to arrive to support Melilis with bolder throwing catapults. The best chance of success would be to burn the span before the Romans could surge across and that would involve beseeching the best river swimmers around to help. The nobles of Tusker had been spending copious amounts of time hunting and killing the poor otters who were never a threat to the confederacy. How stupid, how blind the royals were to the fact that otters were generally peaceful little creatures who harbored no ill will to any mammal. Melilis had been the otters’ advocate in the capital for a long time but after repeated stabbings in their backs when the royals tossed Melilis’ promises on the trash heaps, he wondered if the otters would blame the nobility or blame him? There was little time to ponder the dilemma of course...bridges didn’t respect thoughts.

       Carefully….Melilis made his way to the river bank and concealed himself, not only to get a better view of the growing situation on the opposite side but to try and summon an otter he could speak too. He broke off a wooden reed from a nearby sapling and gently struck the surface of the water to make calling signals he hoped the otters would respond too. It was about fifteen minutes before a small head and then a whole otter popped up from the water and sat beating his ears clear of drainage….

     “Yes?” The otter asked.

     “It is I….Captain Melilis of the Tusker Legionarie garrison not far from Nalo Heights. I must request an audience with his majesty. Is he aware of what the Romans are doing?” Melilis asked the otter who looked back over his shoulder at the bridge. “That? Oh yes...his majesty is quite aware of that I am sure. Our Lord Prince informed him of it.”

      “Then if he is aware of it, then he must surely give me an audience?” Melilis said.

      The otter looked back at Melilis and shook his head. “He will not see you my good Captain...as much as you personally have been so kind to us? I am afraid his majesty has dissolved any further ties to Tusker. There has been too many injustices upon our tribe and we will tolerate them no further.”

        Melilis wrapped his hands around the otter and pulled him up to his face. “The stupidity of the nobility is one thing but thousands of innocent pray mammals will be open to the brutality of Rome! Surely that hasn’t escaped the thoughts of every otter? has it?”

       The otter replied...”And where was their concern while our children were being brutally stripped of their pelts while they were still alive? Our females skewered on pikes? Our males deprived of their genitals for potions and wicked magic? Where were the prey of Tusker to speak for us? There has been too much injustice! My Lord had made the choice for all otters! Julius Caesar our liberator be praised!”

     Melilis didn’t even get angry enough to crush the little otter in his hands, you couldn’t crush bold hard truth which the Rhino accepted with surprising gentleness….

     “I see.” Melilis said as he gently placed the otter on the ground. “Give my salutations to his majesty and perhaps my farewell. He knows where my heart is for you little ones.”

     The Rhino turned around to walk away yet the otter ran in front of him with pleading paws. “Captain?! It is not too late for you! We will beseech Caesar to spare you? Surrender and we will ensure you and your family will have his mercy...please? At least know our hearts are always with you kind Captain?”

     “To live while thousands of innocents scream and die at Rome’s teeth?” Melilis said with a heavy sigh. “It would be a shame I could not long live with. I refuse to die in a bed with such a weight. I wish all the otters good lives and greater joy than you knew from our abuses my good friend.”

     The little otter began to sob as he watched Malilis walk away. “Please Captain?! Reconsider! It’s not too late for you!”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
the seventh hour (1 pm)
The Capital of the Tusker Confederation...Chelsea (Ch-el-see-ay)

      The first herald (messenger) sent by Melilis arrived in the capital city of Tusker riding a reindeer named Comitus. The wart hog Pumbatis pulled Comitus to a stop at the main gate…

     “I must see the King at once! I have an urgent message from Captain Melilis of the Nelo garrison. The Romans are at the far bank of the Roana doing some sort of construction. The message is most urgent!”

     The guards waited for nothing further, gesturing Pumbatis and Comitus through with waving paws and calling for the horn signaler atop one of the watch towers to blow his horn to the arrival of an urgent messenger.

     By chance…Pumbatis’ good friend Timonius the Meerkat was taking the day to do some market gazing with some friends from his tribe when Pumbatis came galloping by….”HEY! HEY! PUMBATIS YO! HEY!….Timonius screeched from atop a wooden barrel. “RIGHT HERE OLD FRIEND!”

     Pumbatis turned about and came over to where Timonius sat...”I would sit and chat with you the whole afternoon my friend Timonius but I must get my message to his majesty at once. Rome is preparing to try and invade us again.”

      Timonius’s friends scampered in a panic...”Oh see what you did Pumbatis? You scared my friends away! We were going to sample some of the wines and cheeses of Saymos...did you have to say the name “Rome”? I mean please...those knuckle dragging fleabag wolves are going to try that again?”

     Pumbatis also chuckled….”I know….but you must admire their determination and spirit even though they have rocks for brains. I must be off now to tell his majesty. If I have time after that? I will come and chat with you good Timonius but I must go now.”

     Pumbatis turned Comitus around and galloped off again towards the palace….

     “Thank you.” Comitus sad with relief. “I swear that Meerkat is such a persistent bore.”

      “You say that about every one of my friends Comitus.” Pumbatis snorted as they approached the palace of the reigning monarchical family of the Confederation. The current King was Pantelis Tantorus from the house of Getorex. Pantelis was a direct decedent of the mighty war elephant who was brought low by a deceiving little cat on a bridge. Pantelis had been biting his trunk for a chance to bring down upon the Romans a devastating defeat that would at last put them to heel. He had been King during the last two attempted invasions by Rome when it seemed they had breathed their last and spent all their strength but once again they were proving to be oblivious to futility...like the coyote who remains persistent after a fast running bird even after a dozen trees have smacked the crazy coyote in the head.

      Pumbatis and Comitus, who had now changed into his two legged form and dawned his own tunic to cover himself, approached the chair in the audience chamber where Pantelis was sitting. The king was eating peanuts and greens from a large silver bowl while being entertained by a pair of naked female foxes and a pair of naked female puma who danced at his whim wearing the collars of slaves around their necks…

      “Mighty Lord.” Pumbatis said as he lowered himself along with Comitus. “I am Pumbatis sent by Captain Melilis to bring news of Roman activity across the Roana River.”

         Pantelis clapped his large hands to the slaves...”Leave us!” He commanded. Then he reached out to grab one of the female puma...”except you...you please me.” The large elephant opened his robe and exposed himself, displaying his engorged cock flopped between his legs. He pulled the struggling female cat close and forcefully opened her maw, showing the tooth deprived interior….

        “What say you Pumbatis?” Pantelis asked. “Shouldn’t all these dumb felines look like this?” The elephant threw the Puma down onto her paws and knees...” Now….please me slave and I hope for your sake that you do it as I wish it.”

        Pumbatis and Comitus watched as the female cat began to lick and kiss the length of the elephant Lord’s cock….”Now? What news do you have of those stupid dogs?”

       Pumbatis shook his head out of his fixation with the female cat’s cock ministry. “Uh…...Most honorable Sire? The Romans are on the opposite side of the Roana River in great numbers. My Captain believes it is one legion, perhaps two and they are at work in construction. At the moment what they are doing is unclear...”

        Pantelis may have been looking as if he were thinking yet the movements of his body betrayed that he was being pleasured by the poor slaves’ sexual abilities. “Mmmm…I guess we should prepare a welcoming gift for our stubborn pups yes? They will obviously try using boats as before with the predictable results. I thank you for the speed of your report dear Pumbatis. Take word back to Melilis that I will order the organization of the main army with all speed. Till then, he is to deploy his garrison as he sees fit and frustrate the Romans in his usual manor.”

       Pantelis was reaching orgasm obviously as his legs twisted around and his body squirmed over his chair. Obviously the female cat was making him happy as she did her best to stroke his length while taking as much of the head of his cock into her maw as she could. At last he slapped a hand down upon her head and shot his load into her mouth!…

      Only for her to make a fatal mistake...she didn’t swallow. She collapsed to her paws and knees coughing and gagging the thick goo from her maw…

      “BITCH!” Pantelis snapped as he smacked his giant hand into the female cat’s head and sent her flopping over the floor! “YOU DARE SPILL MY SEED!” The angered elephant yelled as he walked up, snatched the poor puma by her neck, lifted her up and whipped her body violently till the snapping of her neck bones cracked through the air! He then threw her lifeless corpse against a wall which broke more bones before she landed on the floor….

      “GUARDS! Get that pile of trash out of my sight.” Pantelis said with a deep voice. “Did she have any cubs?”

      One of the elephant guards picked the lifeless corpse up and looked at the face...”Yes my Lord…..two of them.”

      “How sad.” The elephant Lord said with a scowl. “Crucify them both. They can join their slut mother in Hades.” Pantelis then turned to another guard. “Guard? Call forth General Sembiatis (Sem-bye-at-ease) and send a royal herald to Captain Melilis to get an updated appraisal of Roman activities.” 

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
the eight hour (2 pm)
The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation. 

       Children always create games for themselves that to an adult were confused and bewildering with rules that didn’t make clear sense and goals that were as confusing as the rules. Yet “Wolf and Herd” was pretty simple...though saturated with homosexual results in mind for the players.

       Two of the Goat Kids would wear wolf skins tied to their bodies and be the predators while the rest were the herd of innocents grazing in a field. In the grass was an apple painted gold. The object of the game was to avoid being the prey who fell victim to the attacking wolves. If you could make it to a tree on the perimeter of the field, you were considered safe. If you found the golden apple before the attack began...you were safe. If you found the golden apple during the attack, you were safe. You could toss the golden apple among your other herd members to help them get to a tree on the perimeter. If you were caught by the wolves? You got mauled or raped or raped and mauled. A virgin goat boy of course could not be anally penetrated during the game but a married goat boy could be…. And often he ended up the unfortunate victim of a wolf/herd gang banging where everyone could rape him good…..and often they did, leaving the victim very sticky and wet from the experience.

       That meant that in today’s game...Myri, Spyro, Cercius and Ermis had to guard their tail holes good. Of course Dimius and Vasilis just had to be the wolves….why? Both were bigger than the rest and both were “bully goats” who weren’t afraid to get their way by beating up the others. Dimius dawned the wolf skin and pushed Ademi off his feet….

     “Lucky you’re still a “Vurge” Ademi. But I’ll still rape your cute little mouth raw for your sake.” Dimius snickered.

     “You’re such a kind wolf.” Ademi replied. 

        To make it an even more pleasing game….all the “herdies” wore silky female undergarments and pink tuff bows to accent excitement to the potential acts of rape by “the wolves”. Cercius was judged to be “the prize” catch so a crown of roses was put on his head. The others in “the herd” were to do their best not to let their prized “female” fall to despoiling and butchery. Cercius pranced about acting all effeminate and wagging his behind at the others with his tail up…

       “Now protect my innocence everyone.” He said like a cute female.

       “Stop acting like a little slut then.” Myri snorted. “Remember Cercius? We can ALL take our pleasure on you.”

         Dimius and Vasilis waved their hoof hands...”Ok...we’re going into the forest so the game begins now.” Dimius said.

        “You could have chosen a field with better grass?” Spyro complained. “This grass here tastes like two week old wet hay.”

         “Beggers can not be choosers Spyro.” Ademi snorted. “Look for the golden apple and protect Cercius.” As if to show he was older than he was….Colin snuggled against Cercius and chomped his small teeth…

         “I’ll protect you from those mean old wolves.” The youngest goat kid said seriously.

         Ermis snickered...”We’ll toss him behind us as fodder.”

          Myri, Spyro, Cercius, Colin, Ermis and Ademi stood in a group taking turns chewing on the unpleasent grass and keeping their eyes out for Dimius and Vasilis. Myri sat after grazing for about ten minutes….”Sheesh….taking their time aren’t they?”

       Ermis snorted. “Not exactly the best advantages for a wolf out here. The clearing is nice and open, the grass is short, lots of places to hide by too much open space to run and escape.”

       Ademi pursed his lips...”Don’t count Dimius wrong. He’s very quick at the gallop, I’ve seen him outrun tail beatings by his father and that big goat is fast in his own right. They’re waiting for us to grow board of standing around.”

    Myri stood up in his two legged form and played his hoof hands over his genitals….”Mmmm...some one want to please the favored female while we’re grazing? Mmmmm….I am so in need of servicing right now.”

      Young Colin was about to oblige the request when suddenly….Dimius and Vasilis broke through the bushes! “GROWL! SNARL! FRESH GOAT MEAT TO EAT MY DEAR VASILIS! CHARGE!”

       The “innocent grazer goats” took off in a scatter but they didn’t dare scream out that wolves were upon them because real or in a game the mere mention of “wolf” could bring about a serious panic in the village!

        Spyro found the golden apple and screamed out...”I got the apple! I got the apple!” He then tossed it back and forth between Colin, himself and Myri to reach the safety of the trees around the clearing….

       “Cercius!” Colin screamed as he threw the apple but being so young his throw ended up short and Dimius crashed into Cercius hard, knocking him off his hooves and slamming him into the dirt!

        “Yeah! Our first catch!” Dimius snarled as he struggled to hold the wiggling goat kid as Vasilis came running…..

        “RIP HIS PANTIES OFF!” The light brown and black fur’d Vasilis yelped as he stood with a hard on...”I wanna fluck our kill before we eat it.”

         Dimius let Cercius go….”It’s too early to screw yet. Besides... Cercius is an old well used cave rump any way.”

         Cercius slapped Dimius in the snoot. “Who are you calling used up?”

         “He’s a feisty feast isn’t he?” Dimius snickered. “You’re used up Cercius. How many ties a day does your husband fluck you? You got a tail hole as loose as a female pussy. Probably couldn’t get friction from it if I tried.”

         “That’s being mean Dimius!” Ademi snorted as he walked over with the others.

        “Oh?” Dimius replied. “And I guess wolves would be more apt to feel pity huh? You all need to grow some tough skins and stop crying like little females when you get teased. Having tough skins keeps you from becoming too soft.”

          Cercius took his chance in his two leg form and kicked Dimius hard in the groin! “Look who’s skin is soft!” The offended goat kid snarled as he looked down at Dimius moaning on the ground. “Better protect those Dimius? This old used up tail hole might make you his bitch.”

         The others laughed as Ademi leaned over the suffering Dimius. “You always say the wrong things that get you in trouble?”

        “Just wait….” Dimius groaned back. “I’m gonna show that little prick who’s used up….but you’re right….I do have a big mouth.”

        The game was on again as Dimius and Vasilis went back into the woods again and the others went back to eating the grass…

        “You know?” Myri said as he walked around on two legs...”I’m feeling really needy right now….some one want to please me?”

         Ermis, a tan colored goat kid with a brown hair tuft, cocked his head… ”We’re in the game you know?”

        Myri walked up and went around Ermis petting him and playing a hoof hand over his rump….”Who says wolves wouldn’t take advantage of two goats making love to each other?” He said as he stopped to give Ermis’ tail hole a few licks..”Seems your husband doesn’t play with you a lot huh?”

       Ermis quivered….”No...he has another older goat he plays with.”

       Myri gave Ermis a kiss on the lips….”So does mine...you want to mount me Ermis?” Myri asked softly. “You have a nice size….”

       Ademi snorted….”Can’t you wait? We’re playing this game?”

      “There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t have sex during a game.” Myri said as he stood in his four legged form with his hinds spread out and his tail up… “Come on Ermis? Take the chosen female’s offering?”
      Ermis was thinking if he should do it the traditional way or on two legs, eventually settling on two legs as he walked up and slowly pulled down the white panties Myri was wearing while he drooled spittle over his hoof fingers….

      “You have such a cute behind Myri.” Ermis said as he slowly massaged Myri’s tail hole…

       Dimius came out of the woods and casted off the wolf hide….”You just had to ruin it all Myri.” He snorted as he came walking up with a hard on. “If you want to take a break? Fine by me.” The black goat kid said as he walked up and snatched Myri’s head tuft while massaging his own hardness….”Mmmm...suck me favored bitch of Jupiter?” Dimius said as Myri opened his maw and swallowed Dimius’ hard cock without question.

      The other goat kids flocked around to watch the little show as Ermis positioned himself behind Myri after well soaking the bottom kids’ receptive hole with his spit and he slowly began to slip his “hard on” into the welcoming bottom….

     “Mmmmm…..” Ermis moaned….”He’s still nice and tight too….”

     “Yeah….” Dimius said as he thrusted slowly into Myri’s maw….”Told you he’d be a better screw than Cercius.”

      Myri moaned as he was full at both ends and stretched himself out to enjoy the use of his body...the others sitting down to watch the performance…

      Ademi wrapped his arms around Colin as the youngest goat kid watched Ermis’ cock thrust in an out of Myri’s tail hole….”That will be you one day Colin. Being the favorite of every male in the village? I think you can be more cute than Myri?” Ademi sighed as he lick kissed the little goat’s ear.

      It looks like it could hurt.” Colin said as he pressed backwards against Ademi.

      “I wouldn’t know because I haven’t been penetrated yet but...I can’t wait for my first time. I’ll be married in two days.”

       Ermis rolled Myri onto his back as the moaning goat boy morphed into his two legged form and spread his legs out wide...grabbing his hooves as he felt the hard thrusts of Ermis against him…..

        “Oh Ermis…..” Myri sighed….”Oh you feel so nice...”
 
        Dimius snorted as he forced his cock back into Myri’s mouth….”I didn’t tell you, you could stop sucking me did I?”
     Spyro leaned over against Ademi...”Too bad we can’t fluck Dimius….but Ermis is nice and open?”

     “And you’re not in there yet?” Ademi snorted as he felt Spyro’s hard prick between his legs...”I’m so excited just watching Myri get raped...”

      Spyro hocked up a mouth full of spit and drooled over his thick cock...Standing to massage its’ length as he slowly walked up to Ermis’ back side while the young goat pounded into Myri’s tail hole. Spyro leaned over Ermis’ back and nibbled on his neck….

     “I want you.” Spyro said as he slowly pushed his cock against Ermis’ soft pucker. With one good thrust, the goat kid slammed his cock deep into the unready Ermis’ behind!

      “OW!!!SPYRO?!” Ermis snapped loudly….”THAT HURT!”

      “Yeah…..” Spyro snapped as he pulled Ermis off of Myri before he could cum, threw him onto his stomach and buried his prick into the screaming goat kid’s butt as deep as he could thrust it!

      “In the name of Apollo….this one’s really tight!” Spyro screeched. “Mmmmm! Doesn’t your husband fluck you at all Ermis?” The hungry Goat kid yelped as he pulled on Ermis’s hair tuft and slammed his tail hole forcefully!

      Ademi, Colin and Cercius sat as if they were totally rejected….”So much for the rest of the afternoon’s fun.” Ademi snorted. “Why is it that every game of “Wolf and Herd” ends up like this?”

      Cercius sat licking his hoof hand clean of the cum he’d just ejaculated...”It’s just another day in paradise don’t you think?”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
the Ninth Hour (3pm)
Nalo Heights above the Roana River

      Melilis waved his arm in the air to signal the incoming leader of the first arriving cohort of archers and infantry coming down the road from the garrison. The leader was a bull moose named Rasonics who morphed from his four legged form as he walked up the slope to the top of the heights to meet with Melilis…

      “Hail Honorable Lokhagos.” Rasonics said with a chest thump. “I have brought one ready cohort thus far. Half of infantry with engineers, half of archers. What’s happening with the Romans?”

       Melilis pointed out to the river. “They are bridging very rapidly. I never expected them to do it yet their commander must be exceptional. I spoke to a member of the Suwani tribe of otters. He says the commander is Julius Caesar. I have heard something of this wolf and this bit of daring would fit his character exactly.”

      “The bridge must be destroyed!” Rasonics replied. “Have you told the Suwani we may need their help?”

       “We’ve damned ourselves to hell with them.” Melilis replied. “The otters have flocked to Caesar’s standards. I told you the abuses of the royal house upon those little ones would haunt us.”

        Rasonics scowled. “Then we must do what we can to prevent the bridge from touching the shore.”

        Melilis replied...”Don’t you think I’ve been mulling that already? We must begin right now to construct artillery and lines of fortification. Put all of your troops to it at once! At the rate of progress the Romans are putting forth? They could be on us within two or three days. I’m sure that by now the otters in the river will do everything to stop us if we try a water born attack on the construction. I wish no harm upon those little ones but it can’t be helped. They have joined the enemy so they must die. We must destroy that bridge at all cost or everything is done for.” Melilis turned to look at the arriving troops behind the heights. “Send heralds to every town and garrison, we need as many troops as we can put into armor and sword. And send word to his majesty that we need the heavy elephant legions here as fast as they can be sent.”

     Melilis looked for a moment at Rasonics and sighed...”I don’t expect to survive what’s coming and I refuse to be taken prisoner. Promise me that when the time comes? Someone will take my life?”

     Rasonics shook his head. “Honorable Lokhagos. You must not despair? All hope is not lost? the battle hasn’t even begun.”

     “Let’s hope the gawds approve of your hopes my dear friend. If they do not intervene with some catastrophe of nature to halt the Romans’ progress? I doubt anything else will aide us to stop them except raw courage. Please tell me these troops have that if they see the full might of a Roman legion of predators bearing down upon their heads?”

     Rasonics could not answer.

     “As I thought.” Melilis said with a sigh. “Still? We will do our utmost with what we have.”

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
The twelfth hour, 1st hour of the watch (6pm) 
The camp of the Lightening Legion across the Roana River

     Williamus gently shook his little brother awake and the mid-ling wolf groaned as he rubbed his eyes...”What time is it?”

       “Time to do your job?” Williamus said as he rubbed Alexanders’ head tuft. “Did you get enough sleep or dream over my sheath all day long?”

      “I didn’t dream about your sheath.” Alexander growled. He felt around for the standard and took it in his hands. “Will we march tonight?”

      “When the rest of the legion gets here.” Williamus replied. “I am hoping to start around the first hour of the third watch (1am). Get your armor on and go to the river bank.”

      “Yeeeeeeawwwwnnnnn…...yes big brother.” Alexander replied as he stretched himself. “I guess the cats were unlucky all day huh?”

       Williamus spied a panther coming down from a tree...”You! Legionnaire! Come here!”

        The black panther complied. “Yes Sir! I am Legionaire Drusus, second cohort.”
 
        “No action today?” Williamus asked. “No intrusions?”

        “None Sir.” Drusus replied. “It was quiet all day through the wood.”

        Williamus looked around as various predators began to get up and gather their weapons and materials….”Drusus? Find Anacatus and have him see me?”

         “Sir!” Drusus replied. He then ran off around the encampment until Anacatus came running…

          “Good evening Sir. So far….very quiet.” Anacatus said.

          “Any news from Larotius or Garay?” Williamus asked as he and Anacatus walked around the busy predators among them…

           “Nothing as of yet.” Anacatus replied. “They must be far ahead by now, would taken them…..half a watch to get back here at a full run.”

           Williamus thought….”I see….I want you to send a pair of panthers ahead of us. Have them go about 20 Legua (20 Roman Miles) and cover a wide arc from the river Ithica to about 10 Legua East and report back so we have some idea of what’s in front of us. At least until Larotius or Garay come back.”

           “Yes  Legates Legonus.” Anacatus said with a thump of his chest.

           “Anacatus? Between you and myself? Don’t be so formal?” Williamus asked.

         “Would not be proper form to address you less in front of the other predators.” Anacatus replied. “You are my commander first and my best friend second where ranks count.”

         Williamus shook his head...”Stubborn in formality always. Go on….see to those two panthers.”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
Second hour of the first watch (7pm)
Garay, Larotius and Cyprian along the River Ithica

        Cyprian timidly held out the parchment with the drawn map to Garay who swiped it rudely from the foxs’ paws…

        “How do we know this red bushy tailed bitch isn’t betraying us?” Garay snarled.

         “I’m not!” Cyprian replied. “It’s all true, I swear!” Cyprian yelped as he backed away from the big white wolf’s angry face.

         “He told me everything in details Garay.” Larotius said as he put a paw on Cyprian’s shoulder. “I don’t think he’d set us up only to be put back into bondage.”

         Garay snorted…”Should de-ball the bastard so he can’t add to the bushy tailed backstabber population. Anyway….I’m off to report to the advanced legion. What are you going to do Larotius?”

          “Cyprian and I….” Larotius replied but was cut short…

          “You put yourself after this miserable vulpine scum?” Garay snarled. “You debase your Roman name under this filthy flucking whore?”

           “Great wolf! I’m sure he….” Cyprian exclaimed by was quickly slapped to the ground and kicked by the angered white wolf!

           “YOU BETTER SHUT YOU TRAP YOU PIECE OF SNIT!” Garay snapped! He then pulled his Gladius….”I’M DONE HAVING TO SUFFER YOUR PRESENCE!”

           Larotius snatched Garay’s sword arm and slapped him hard in the snoot! “You are wasting time Garay! Put your rump to flight and get the hell back to the legion!…..GO DAMN IT!”

          Garay returned his sword to its’ sheath….”Wonder how your wife and children feel about their husband and father being enamored to a dirty and used vulpine bitch?” The white wolf snarled.

          “Just go Garay?” Larotius snorted. “And keep your mind on the task?”

          “Same goes for you.” Garay snarled back before he assumed his four legged form and took off running.

            Larotius looked down at Cyprian who sat with his head lowered...”He’s gone. Are you alright?”

           “Can you see why I feel worthless at times?” Cyprian said with a deep sigh. “If I was in Roman territory? I’d be considered a criminal to hunted to death. Here I’m considered vermin to be tortured and raped to death. What good is living in my abysmal station of life?”

           Larotius sat down….”Why do you live?”

           “Because suicide is cowardly and I don’t have the courage to kill myself.” Cyprian replied. “But every day I’ve burned with hate for the Tuskers and the filthy prey animals here. I’ve desired the day I could kill those who’ve mounted and abused me and my fellow foxes...I’ve even desired to kill a wolf which surprises me just how trusting you’ve been. I never expected you to remove my bonds in the middle of our sleeping.”

         Larotius smiled...”Perhaps I have a fatalist fetish or something like that? I don’t know what drives Garay to hate foxes so much. I know wolves who’ve bought into all the stories and wolves who don’t give them much credence yet the state declares all foxes to be our enemies. But I have never been wronged by a fox, you’ve never tried to harm me...”

        “Only because I’m a little coward.” Cyprian sighed.

        Larotius patted him on the shoulder….”Not cowardly enough not to help us it seems. Are you gain to continue ahead?”

        Larotius pulled out a dagger and offered it to Cyprian. “Yours.”

       “You’re giving me a weapon?” The fox asked. “After what I’ve said?”

       “Are you planning to kill me?” Larotius asked.

       “No! No…..but?” Cyprian gestured to hand it back but Larotius pushed it into his chest….

       “You’ll probably need it when you take your first satisfying kill of a prey animal. Tell you what?” Larotius said with a smiling snear. “Let’s find us a dirty Socialator and free a few of your kin? We could use more paws. Anyone in mind you wish to kill?”

       Cyprian sneered….”Most assuredly…..follow me.”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge crossing
Second hour of the first watch (7pm)
The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation. 

       The clearing where Hippias was put to death had Ademi drawn irresistibly to it as a moth to a light. As he came close to it, he thought of what he might find among the grass. Perhaps remains of blood? Bit’s of bones? Yet when he came to the edge of the clearing...he saw a lone adult goat sitting by a tree…

       “Ummmm?  Rhesus?” Ademi asked timidly as he walked up. “What are you doing here?”

       The tri-colored goat looked at Ademi...”What does it look like I’m doing?”

       Ademi regarded the tears coming from Rhesus’ eyes...”Crying.”

      “Yeah…..” Rhesus replied. “Been doing that a lot.”

       “For Hippias?” Ademi asked.

       “Yes...” Rhesus replied.

       Ademi shurgged his shoulders...”Crying for a filthy prostitute? He got what he deserved.”

       Ademi suddenly cowarded and threw his arms up as an angry Rhesus jumped and poised himself to beat the snot out of the offending youngster….yet he held himself back….

       “You do still care about him….don’t you?” Ademi asked calmly as Rhesus sat after he’d caught on to the obvious trick by the youngster…

       “Still?” Rhesus replied. “I should have stuck up for him. I should have never let them kill him. I sat back and bit my lip while I let the elders kill my beloved.”

        Rhesus sobbed as Ademi reached to rub his shoulder...”How long was he?”

        “I don’t know….” Rhesus replied. “I don’t know how long, I don’t know why? I don’t know if he was involved with anyone else or a Socialator...all I know is that I let him die and I miss him and it hurts and I can’t stop thinking about him and all the miserable thoughts I had! I threw him away like a piece of trash.”

        Ademi sighed….”None of us...my friends and I...none of us had any idea he was doing this. I mean he was really “frisky” with some of us but we all thought it was play acting. Maybe he was in some sort of trouble and he couldn’t escape it?”

       Rhesus wiped his eyes….”So why are you here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your marriage day?”

       Ademi shrugged….”I could be? Instead I’m here pining like you. He was one of my best friends...though I wish he’d told me or talked to me. It bothers me how fast they dragged him off to be put to death.”

       Rhesus frowned. “You too? I’ve been curious about that. They didn’t bother to ask any questions.”

       Ademi rested his chin on his knees and tapped a hoof finger off his cheek. “Something’s not right at all. What if they condemned him to Hades but he’s innocent? We can’t just sit here and let his soul suffer for all eternity? Right?”

       Rhesus nodded in reply….”Normally I would dismiss a kids’ way of thinking. But in your case Ademi? I am willing to make an exception to the rule.”

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day two of the bridge building
Second hour of the first watch (7pm)
Caesar’s encampment, Roman side of the Roana

        Caesar sat at ease on his bed with Stefinus and Questriatus explaining to him the pace of progress on the bridge and the expected time they would see it completed when one of the Pretoria guards came into the tent…

        “Great Caesar? There is an otter here to see you who says he is the King of the Suwani? His name is Astenosis.”

       “Well if he is the King then why is he still outside?” Caesar asked.

       “We have to be careful my Commander….” The guard replied.

       “Careful of an otter? Please tell me you have not put your paws on him?” Caesar asked. “Tell me you did not dare frisk him for weapons?”

       “No.” The guard replied. “Only by your orders as you told us.”

       “Well then? Allow him to enter please?” Caesar asked with a paw wave.

        The old otter came into the tent supporting himself on a decorative staff. “Our liberator be praised!” The king said as he knelt prostrate at Caesar’s feet.
 
         “Please….good friend of Rome, do not disgrace yourself.” Caesar asked as he gently picked up the old otter and kissed him on the forehead. “I bid you welcome your majesty. Anything you ask for shall be given.” Caesar said with a smile as he put the otter king down.

          “May I present my good servant Questriatus and his slave Stefinus who have designed our way across the Roana.” Caesar gestured. 

          Astenosis reached out his paws...”Your names will be remembered among all otters for all time to come. Bless you both.”

          “Our service.”  Questriatus replied.

          “As mine.” The King replied. “We are ready to defend the bridge with our lives mighty Caesar. I can muster four legions of archers and infantry to prevent the Tuskers from trying to attack by boat, which I expect they will do so.”

         “Most helpful.” Caesar replied.

         “There is however one request of your well known grace.”  Astenosis asked. “Among the Tusker legions there is a Rhino named Melilis who was always a friend of my tribe and spoke for us against the foul Tusker royalty. If it is possible? Can you spare his life as troubling as his duty would be to kill us to defend the Confederacy?”

         Caesar waved his paw...”If this mammal means that much to your illustrious Sire and friend of Rome then of course we shall try. Of course my friend...Rome would ask for tribute in return for our friendship?”

          Astenosis turned around and clapped his paws. Two more otters entered on his command pulling behind them a canvas sack which the King stuck his paws in and drew out a lump of gold…

        “Little did the Tuskers know that the Roana is rich in more than fish.” Astenosis said with a smile as he dropped the lump onto the ground. “Is this tribute enough? As if we otters really need such bobbles any way.”

         Caesar nodded….”Sufficient. Now? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Can we appeal to your whims and needs?”

        Astenosis waved a paw….”Only to send some of my young to Rome to learn engineering? To have such an accomplished otter as Questriatus in your service great Caesar does honor to Rome and her society. My tribe would like to learn as much as we are allowed so we may contribute to Rome’s growth.”

       “There is no impediment where Predators are concerned. Rome bids you all welcome.” Caesar replied. He then clapped to the guards outside the tent. “See that his highness and his retinue are spoiled as they wish?”

        “You are so kind Great Caesar.” Astenosis gave Caesar a little bow and followed the Pretoria out of the tent.

         “ Questriatus? Go and eat with your kind. I believe we have discussed enough for the day. Stefinus? Stay and sit with me until I fall asleep...in case my complaints should rise and I can not call for help.”

        Questriatus bowed and left the tent while Caesar took off his belt and tunic. “You are not bothered by my nudity are you bunny?”

        “No Sir.” Stefinus replied.

        “Then why do you look down at the ground?” Caesar asked.

        “To respect your privacy.” Stefinus replied.

        “Did my little measure of mercy towards your kind meet with your approval?” Caesar asked.

        “It is not a slaves place to say if he approves or disapproves great master. You have been generous none the less.” Stefinus replied.

        “You may speak freely without worry bunny.” Caesar said. “And you may lift your head up so that you cause no further offense by not speaking to my eyes.”

        Stefinus looked up and watched Caesar climb into his bed...”Would you like a companion Stefinus?”

        Stefinus sighed in return...”I do think of one Great Master.”

       “Perhaps I should give you a sealed tablet so you can go to the cages and select one then. You would like that….wouldn’t you?” Caesar asked.

       “You are too generous upon this small morsel Great Caesar.” Stefinus replied.

       “You are not a prey item Stefinus.” Caesar said. “Come here and rub my temples? I have heard that you bunnies have very soft paws. I am in need of something soft to put me to sleep.”

        “You sure are very trusting my Great Master.” Stefinus said as he walked towards the bed. “Shall I sit behind your head or stand over it?”

        “Whatever is most comfortable for you.” Caesar replied.

         Stefinus climbed onto the bed and sat behind Caesar’s large head, straddling it with his long legs and gently rubbing his paws over the wolf’s temples and around his large ears...”Is this pleasing Great Caesar?”

        “Mmmmmmmm….gruff…….mmmmmmm…….” Caesar mouthed and noised as his paws rubbed over his snoot….”The stories are indeed true. You bunnies do have soft paws. So sad that you were all born into your low stations in life as food…

        Stefinus didn’t say a word. He continued to massage Caesar’s head until the big wolf started to snore then, being tired himself, Stefinus fell asleep over Caesar’s head tuft. 

End of chapter 5