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 7

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
Last hour of the last watch (5:55am)
Comitus leads a boat squadron against the Roman bridgeworks

    “CHARGE!” Prince Icronius of the Suwani screamed as he waved his knife blade before him and led his fellow tribes-otters into battle. The war was joined as the flight of water mammals dove for the sandy bottom of the Roana then turned upwards to speed for the surface, pulling darts from their quivers and arming their bows just before they broached and flew into the air above the attacking long boats!

    Comitus in the lead boat urged his burden beast rowers on as he pointed his spear towards the objective….”FASTER! ROW FASTER! KEEP YOURSELVES BEHIND YOUR SHIELDS!” He screamed out as he covered himself to deflect the flying darts as wave after wave of otters came out of the water, aimed and cut their darts loose upon the long boats with telling effect as they caught unlucky pray mammals in their necks, their faces, their eyes or their breasts!

     The Romans on the bridge stopped only a moment to watch the unfolding battle closing in on their work before the Centurion directing them began to slap them around with his Gladius sword….”Continue working on the bridge! The otters have this fight! Those filthy Tuskers won’t get within a paw length! Stop loafing and get back to work!”

       The long boats were still closing in fast despite the desperate well aimed shots being thrown at them by the otter archers. Now the fighting went into paw to paw combat at close quarters as the otters resorted to knives and suicidal fanaticism by flying out of the water and throwing themselves into the boats midst the enemy. Many of the little warriors were caught in their landing, some impaled by spears, some almost cut in half by swords, some stabbed brutally to death while locking their jaws into the necks of their enemy.

        Prince Icronius flew from the water at Comitus’s boat and clamped down hard with his teeth on the reindeer’s neck while stabbing him in the face and the right eye socket several times before a sheep stabbed him through the back and flung his bloody body out of the boat! The death of their beloved Prince only stoked the little one’s fired ire and they renewed their assault with greater murdering violence…

       Then one of the long boats was shattered to pieces by a thunderous explosion! The kegs of pure Turpentine and Alphatic Namptha meant to be splashed on the bridge were instead the target of a well aimed flaming bolt. Otter and prey mammals alike were turned into screaming torches as the chemicals stuck to their bodies like Napalm gel. It was at this moment that the long boat assault fell apart.

      Comitus was bleeding from his torn up eye and face but the reindeer was still fighting on his feet as were most of the remaining prey mammals in his boat. But the otters had taken command of the struggle as boat after boat fell out of formation being swamped by their vengful hordes…

      An otter stabbed Comitus in the shoulder. Another sliced him open in the side of his ribs. Still another bit him hard in the throat trying to bring him down...each otter in turn met death at the hooves of the enraged reindeer. Finally something crashed into the back of his head and Comitus fell into the bottom of his boat among the bodies of his fellow pray mammals. The last thing he heard before passing out was the sounds of perhaps hundreds of “whooping” otters cheering their hard won victory.

      How long had he been unconscious? Days? Hours” Mere minutes? Was he dead? Then as sound as reality began to return to him….Comitus wished he was dead. Instead he found he was lashed by ropes around the ankle joints of his hooves and being carried with a pole from the bank of the river...the Roman side of the river. 

       There were the celebratory howls of wolves, the roars of lions and tigers and the deep screaming cheers of great bears as Comitus was carried like a game trophy through throngs of Roman soldiers who mocked him, punched him or bit at him as he was born past them. Brutal paws took hold of him and rough saws were applied to deprive him of his great antler racks as he bleated and screamed in pain! Humiliation, subjugation….worse than a living death!

       Comitus was carried into a camp and thrown to the ground like a worthless slab of meat. How would he meet his end? Quartered alive? Broiled alive? Roasted on a spit? He opened his only good eye to a haze of figures and motions. Someone was sitting down before him but he couldn’t make out the features until someone splashed something in his face….mercifully it was warm water and not a bucket full of waste. The battered reindeer coughed and groaned as clarity and lucidity returned to his sight….

        There was a very large wolf sitting before him in a sedan chair dressed in red roman soldier garb and chain-male armor flanked by two wolves dressed in Centurion uniforms with feathered helmets. Around the sitting wolf were several otters dressed in leather loin clothes, arm greaves and holding compound long bows and daggers.

        When some unseen mammal tried to tend to Comitus’s ruined eye, the reindeer bucked and lashed out with bites! “GO TO HADIES! FILTHY PREDATORS! MURDERING FILTH! KILL ME AND BE DONE WITH ME!”

        A tiger gave the reindeer’s scrotum a swift kick which shut him up...”Keep quiet meat!” The big cat snarled as he snatched Comitus’s red head tuft in his paw and jerked his face upwards to look at the big grey wolf now glaring down at him…

      Caesar regarded the wounded deer and gestured a lioness who accompanied the legion to minister to the suffering equine’s needs. She slowly poured water into Comitus’s mouth which he spat back at her!

      “DON’T BOTHER WITH ME YOU FELINE SLUT!” Comitus screamed. “I WANT NONE OF YOUR DAMNED PITTY ROMAN SWINE! DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME BUT BURN IN DAMNATION! I WILL NOT BE YOUR SLAVE!” Comitus raged as he again kicked and bucked against his bindings and got a swift beating by several wolves for it!
       “STOP!” Caesar commanded with an upraised paw. “He has suffered quite enough.” The big gray wolf said as he walked up and knelt before Comitus’s face.

       “Comitus is it not?” Caesar asked. “Your attempt to attack our bridgework was noble….valiant….courageous….yet stupidly foolish. You must have known your chances of success were none? Did you think these little ones who have suffered so many abuses at the cruelty of the Tusker elites would just sit and allow you any chance? Still….you made the effort and you fought hard and I am not one who does not give recognition to courageous foes….nor mercy. The little ones have begged me to save you. They see value in you...so do I? Ask anyone here? My charity of clemency knows no bounds, predator or prey.”

        Comitus groaned….”Roman charity is the noose, the split and death for my kind….I spit on your charity. I spit on the dirty slut of a female bitch who gave birth to you! ROT IN HADIES YOU PIECE OF SNIT TAIL HOLE LICKER!!”

        Caesar sighed...”Your words carry no weight at the moment so I am not phased by your defiance. We will cross the Roana, we will sweep over the Tusker lands, we will crucify those fat elephants and all of you prey mammals will return to your station as the gawds and nature intended you to be. It is useless to resist the natural order of life as the gawds so intended. But you and your family need not suffer from those intentions. You have value that is useful to me and I am willing to offer my paw to spare your life and the lives of your family.”

        Comitus turned his head away...”I want nothing of your clemency. If I am to be meat then at least make my death merciful. Better death than to be a slave to you wolf.”

        Caesar stood silent for a moment then turned to an otter. “Do as he wishes.” He commanded.

        The otter stepped up to Comitus and for a moment gently petted his head. “Please re-consider? Caesar means what he says,”

        Comitus spat from his mouth. “Just do it little one and be done. May you have a happy life under the Roman teeth of slavery and usury.”

        The otter strung a clean bolt to his bow, pulled the string taunt and fired the arrow into Comitus’ heart, killing the reindeer swiftly. It did not take the predators long to remove Comitus’ head, his legs, his arms and string his body up to be gutted and prepared for a morning meal….

       Caesar meanwhile had beckoned Questriatus and Stefinus to follow him quickly into his tent as he felt a seizure coming on. Mercifully it was a brief head ache only and the great wolf felt joy at the soothing rubs of the bunny as he stood on the Roman generals’ shoulders and slowly moved his paws over Caesar’s temples….

       “Do you feel better great master?” Stefinus asked.

       “Yes...” Caesar replied. “Very relieved, thank you Stefinus.” The wolf said as his foot softly patted the dirt floor to show his gratitude for the relief.

 “Questriatus? Caesar asked. “During your inspection of our progress from last night? Did you see the forces on the other side on the heights? What do you think? How large are they? Have any elephants or rhinos shown themselves yet?”

     “They are very large and take up the heights of Nalo Father but I’ve only seen scattered Rhino about and a few elephants. None of their war legions have shown yet.” Questriatus replied.

     Caesar slowly picked up Stefinus from his shoulders...”Stefinus? Go to the cage keeper and select a prey for my morning meal? Tell the keeper to dress and prepare the one you select.”

     Stefinus cringed a little….”Me great master? You wish me to chose?”

     Caesar scowled a little….”Do you have a problem with that? It is my command. Go and do as you’re told.”

     Stefinus looked at Questriatus then backed slowly out of the tent as Caesar sat back down on his bed. “He has to experience this at some point Questriatus.” Caesar said. “Though I realize you are not exactly one who would ask him to perform such a difficult task.”

       “All part of your skillful plays and maneuvers my Father.” Questriatus replied. Just then a pair of horns blew from outside the tent in a series of short and long plays that cried the arrival of a cavalry cohort….

        “Ah! Antony!” Caesar yelped as he stood up. “Antony has arrived at last! Come Questriatus!” Caesar said as he picked up the little otter and carried him on his shoulders as they walked from the tent to meet a white and gray wolf as he rode up on a horse…

        “Hail Caesar my Commander!” The wolf said with a raised paw before getting off his horse and slapping his paws on his commanders’ shoulders.

        “Hail Antony my good Quistor (Executive officer) and friend. What news do you bring from home?” Caesar asked.

        “Hello good Antony!” Questriatus said waving a paw.

         Antony regarded the otter with a pleasant petting….”The slave revolt has been crushed and as expected? Pompeii is bombastic as if he’d fought some great campaign! You know he milked it for all the time he could make it last Caesar. He didn’t want to kill his little slut.”

         “What of the two rebels?” Caesar asked.

         “One was a complete coward. He killed himself before we could take him. As for Bambinus? He’s alive….minus his legs, his tail, his tongue. He will suffer for this indignity he and his army of filthy prey vermin visited on Rome. We crucified a lot of Bunnies, Pigs, deer and other rats along the Apia road to the capital as a warning to other slaves.”

        Caesar nodded in applause and praise, panting his tongue with approval. “Of course...Pompeii will want a triumph with all the usual trappings claiming he once again “saved Rome” from the scourge. Wonder if his wife will finally scourge him for humping an equine rat? I’m of course talking about Druisha, his “other slut”.”

       Antony followed Caesar and Questriatus out of the camp and towards the bridge. “We should change the subject good Caesar. I know the stress could weight on your epilepsy. I wish no shame to come to you.”

    “Always my good Quistor.” Caesar replied. “I am well, trust me Antony. Observe our work.”
      Caesar gestured to the bridge, the sight of which caused Antony to pant with obvious surprise and joy. “How long have you been working on this?”

      “Almost four days and nights my good friend.” Caesar replied. “By tomorrow we should make contact with the Tusker side. There is already a full legion across which I am expecting will hit the Tusker capital city of Chelsea within the day.”

      “You never cease to amaze me.” Antony said to Caesar.

      “It was not I alone who brought this feat about.” Caesar said as he petted Questriatus on the head. “Meet our little champion of the hour who discovered that the Roana could be bridged and designed this excellent structure.”

       Antony reached out, took the otter in paws and gently kissed his head. “What other than a noble water predator? You shall be given a triumph in Rome for this achievement.”

      Questriatus blushed and acted shy...”To serve Father requires no such desire for fame my good Antony.”

      “In the noble spirit of Rufus. You are a joy to behold.” Antony said as he gently put Questriatus on the ground. Antrony turned to Caesar. “I would guess my cavalry will have work soon?”

      “There is time for you part soon enough.” Caesar replied. “The enemy has not brought the forces we earnestly wait to see. I am hoping that the threat of the bridge will force the Tuskers into sending their heavy legions away from the Capital so William Graylus can storm it.”

      “Selecting Graylus?” Antony asked. “A political choice.”

      Caesar huffed. “My dear Antony? Do I detect a note of jealously from you?”

     “Well…?” Antony replied. “He is the son of one of your most important patrons Julius.”

      “The young Graylus is far from his father and most accomplished in his own merits. For a moment Antony, I detected you thought my decision was unwise?”

      “Oh damn the even daring to think of such a disgusting thing great Caesar!” Antony replied with a toothy smile.

       Caesar wrapped an arm around Antony’s shoulders...”You damned liar. Come sit with me and some sweet wine and lie to me some more with that loving snoot of yours? Tell me more of home and the politics there of.”

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
6:45am
The prey cages and pens

      Stefinus had to stop along the way to relieve himself before he pissed his legs out of fear and worry. He was being asked “to murder” a poor mammal, that’s what it was going to be. One point of his paw would bring the end of a caged mammal’s life, a fate Stefinus waited for with hopeless dread had it not been for Great Caesar and his master. The moment caused him to stop and sob before he resigned himself to the task. Failure could bring a brutal flogging or a torturous death...though Stefinus believed in his own heart that his master would not allow that. Questriatus had been more generous than the bunny thought he deserved so he must do his best to please even if it brought him a great weight of sorrow.

      Walking up to the tiger who was now running the pens and cages, Stefinus showed off his slave collar...”I have been sent by Great Caesar to chose his morning meal. He says he wishes it “dressed and prepared”. What does that mean?”

      The tiger nodded. “I will kill and skin the selected meat to be served raw. What is Caesar’s desire?”

      Stefinus replied. “He did not make the kind known to me, only that I must chose one.”

      The tiger led Stefinus into the pen where rows of cages were stacked up and separated by species. He looked at the pigs first, perhaps Caesar wanted pork? He then looked at the young cows and calves then passed by the sheep. One well rounded female caught his eyes and a moment happened that he had turned from her but it fleeted fast…

     With a weak raise of his paw...Stefinus pointed to the cringing Ewe lamb. “Her.” He said softly as he shook and realizing her doom had come, the poor ewe cried and screamed as she was taken by the leg by the big tiger…

     “I’m sorry!” Stefinus cried. “I’m sorry! Forgive me!” He begged her as the Tiger carried the crying ewe to a table…

     “Please!” Stefinus cried as he held on to the leg of the Tiger. “Please do not kill her brutally? I beg mercy! Please!”

      The Tiger dropped a paw on Stefinus’s head and threw him backwards till he flopped onto his butt...”Do NOT tell me my job you miserable little long eared bitch! Go back to your master! Tell Great Caesar his meal will be ready quickly…..go!”

      Stefinus stumbled back on his feet as he watched the Tiger grip the neck of the poor ewe and slowly choked the life out of her. Stefinus ran and stumbled until he fell to his knees outside the pen and puked up his quaking stomach. 

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
7:25am
Garay moving through Tusker looking for Larotius

    The white wolf sniffed the ground where there once had been a bunny village. Once of course because everything was burnt to a crisp, including the pile of slaughtered rabbits which Garay snarled at the utter waste of good meat…

   “Could have saved me some at least and left me a little morsel Larotius.” Garay snarled as he walked. His nose was being twitched and turned by the various scents of pungent urine laid about…

     “Sniff…..sniff…..” Garay stopped to ponder what his poor dripping nose was telling him. “Are you kidding me?” He scowled. “He’s made himself a harem of red rats?” The offended Wolf frowned. “They all better not be whining little bastards. They’re probably all prostitutes with the mange in their tail pussies. Would serve Larotius proper if his dick fell off.”

        As expected...Garay picked up the scents going to the Northeast. The whole band was moving towards Chelsea. He assumed his four legged form and sprinted in order to catch up but he had to be careful. The whole of Tusker was now in motion towards the Roana and Garay had bumped into armed patrols of prey mammals all over responding to the call to arms against the Roman attackers. The White wolf shook his head in disgust at the thought of Larotius and his little band of miserable red bastards. It was almost an unbearable disgrace for a Roman to be seen with Vulpine tricksters, let alone taking company with red furred whores. Garay was so lost in thought while running that he didn’t catch the sting of little arrows on his body until he felt something clinging on his tail and screaming like a possessed sprite!

      “Roman butcher! Predator filth! Die dish licker!” A mouse in battle clothing snapped as he stabbed Garay’s tail while clinging to it!

       “What the snow in Hades?” Garay snapped as he assumed his two legged form and snatched the offending rodent from his tail. “What is your problem little one?” Garay asked. “I haven’t done anything to you to deserve this puny insult on my Lupine hood?”

       “You are here!” The mouse snapped. “You and your foxes ransacked our village, ate our kinfolk and scattered us like dry wheat! Roman butcher!”

        Garay snapped….”Oh please spare me? What does Rome want with rodents? You all can’t even measure up to a hoof. Please tell me you didn’t have the unfortunate affair of being run into by another wolf and a band of Vulpine rats?”

       “SEE!” The mouse snapped. “YOU ADMIT YOUR GUILT! MURDERER! ENEMY! VILE SNIT EATER OF ROME! DIE! DIE! DIE!….” The mouse tried to stab Garay in the snoot but the Wolf was more annoyed and unimpressed…

      “Look little one.” Garay said with a sigh as he dangled the angry mouse in his paw. “I am not going to bother with you, I don’t have the time for it. If you would point me in the direction of this little band that assaulted your village? I promise you I will give restitution on your behalf. My word as a Roman is true.”

      The mouse pointed the way and Garay put him on the ground. “Thank you. I will give your angry displeased regards to my foolish companion.”

       “YOU BETTER BITE HIS BUTT GOOD! WOLF OF ROME!” The mouse yelled as Garay ran off grumbling over the time wasted chewing little rodents and feeding vile red rats. They could not be much farther off because the poor mouse village looked like it had been freshly sacked. Garay got his answer as to Larotius’ location when he crashed into and fell over Euplos who was covering the back of the party of foxes being led by Larotius!

       “OW! WHAT IN THE SHADE OF HADES?!” Euplos yelped as he flopped onto the ground and got kicked in the snoot as Garay struggled to get to his feet!

       “GNAH!” The White wolf snapped as he stood up, snatched Euplos by his arm and threw the offended fox into a tree! “LITTLE VULPINE BASTARD!” Garay yelled as he snatched at his Gladius sword only to have Larotius snatch his wrist and pull him back…

        “Garay?!” Larotius yelped happily. “Good timing! Is Tribune Graylus on the move?”

        Garay snorted…”I see you’ve added to your concubines.”

        Little Athena stomped up to Garay and boldly kicked at a shin...”You show respect for our savior! We all serve Larotius to get revenge on the Tuskers and we owe him our lives!”

       Garay looked at Athena and smiled...”I show respect when it is due. I show nothing to foxes...especially to mouthy little mammals like you who’s teeth don’t amount to a pile of beetle dung. Better keep correction of your sluts there Larotius.” Garay snarled.

       “Better keep hold of your sword.” Larotius warned. “These foxes are going to help us cause chaos in Chelsea. That is our mission is it not Garay?”

       “Our mission….”OURS” Larotius!….not theirs! And you may be so gullible as to put your life in the paws of little red furred whores but not me. Now….if you will excuse me? I need to quickly bath because I am hot and uncomfortable and it stinks of “red rat snit” here.” Garay growled as he walked away in his two leg form, stripping off his armor, clothing and weapons as he went. Moments later he came back to pick up a few of his things like a pet dog jealously removing his toys so no other dogs would dare steal them.

      Aster said to his brother Cypselos. “How could such lupine beauty be so spoiled in the mind of a complete tail hole?”

       Garay stomped up to Aster and snapped. “What did you say? Dirty Vulpine rodent snit?”

      “Only that your beauty as a white wolf is spoiled by you being a complete bastard.” Aster said unafraid. The insult almost got Aster a brutal nose bite had he not pulled his head back a Garay’s mouth snapped shut…

     “Everyone please don’t antagonize Garay any more? We can’t spare time in brawls.” Larotius begged. As Garay stomped off again...Cypselos and Cyprian walked up to Larotius…

     “Why does he hate us with such passion?” Cyprian asked Larotius. “We share the same aims. All of us will gladly die for him and you.”

      Larotius sighed….”I don’t know. I’ve known Garay for years and he never tells everything about himself to anyone. Yet we must not concern ourselves with this. All I ask is that you all be very careful not to make him more angry. Garay will kill without cause no matter how innocent you may be.”

     Suddenly...Eetion came running into the small clearing in the dense wood lots the group occupied. “Gasp….honored Wolf….gasp….”

     “Sit down Eetion.” Larotius said. “Catch your breath. You must have bolted all the way here, what is it?”

     “Gasp…..I saw the heavy legions….two full Rhino corhorts and four full war elephant cohorts….gasp….marching on the road from Chelsea…..gasp….snit I never ran so hard in my life….”

      Larotius turned to Euplos….”Euplos? Go get Garay. Be completely humble to him and tell him what’s happened. The capital’s probably empty of fighting age males now. We must step up our plans.”

     “Yes my Master!” Euplos saluted.   

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
8am
The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation. 

      All who remained were flocking around the statue to the pagan gawd Pan bringing food offerings and praying in terrified supplications before it, pleading with the idol to protect them from the Roman hordes….

      “Great Pan...we plead for your protection on our village and our husbands and warriors who gather to fight your enemies the Roman dogs. Rain fire and lightening upon them and slaughter them with your rage oh glorious Pan. Be not angry with us, do not surrender us to murderous teeth and torture. Spare our children we pray….”

       The elders bowed over and over again begging and pleading for mercy as Ademi and his friends waited to give their offerings…

      “What if Pan doesn’t stop the Romans?” Beautful pinkish furred Myri asked as he stood next to Ademi.

      “Don’t speak such negative stuff or he certainly won’t do anything.” Ademi snorted. “I know what we could do though? We can throw you to the wolves and proclaim you’re worth sextula of Roman Denari (about 1 million dollars) because you’re so gorgeous.”

      “Don’t make jest at a time like this!” Myri yelped. “I’m being serious!”

      Dimius the always wordy black furred goat snorted. “I won’t let the Romans take me. I’ll flight! I’ll kick their teeth out, I’ll bite their penises off, I’ll run like a spring buck and they’ll never catch me.”

     “Always the artist of a pile of bull snit.” Syro said as he struggled to hold his basket of offerings. “You won’t last a couple of words against those wolves. The Tuskers had better stop those dogs, I’m not going to be leashed to a cart and whipped to death pulling rocks from the mines, I will kill myself first.”

     Vasilis, Ademi’s favorite goat kid who he loved having sexual dalliances with, stood with his arms around himself in worry...”I plan to hang myself if they come. I won’t suffer a pack of dogs “caving” my tail hole with their knots. Though I don’t know if I can do it. My father told me before he left that it would be a quick thing but you know me and luck?”

      “The branch breaks and you fall on a wolf who has the biggest penis in the Roman Army?”Ermis replied. “I’ll fight them till they kill me. I’ve only heard stories of what they do to prey animals and to us equines. I won’t be a slave to a cart or a piece of legless meat hanging screaming and pissing over myself from a meat hook at a Roman market!”

       “You’d make a very sexy piece of hanging meat?” Dimius snickered softly.

       “Go lick a dirty tail hole Dimius!” Ermis snapped. “Do you take anything serious? We’re being invaded, we should all run for the mountains instead of waiting for death to march on us.”

         “We have to defend our home!” Ademi snapped at Ermis. “I’m going to go on with my wedding because my father and his lover are going to be fighting the wolves and they would want me to be brave. Your talk of being a coward is so filthy and offensive Ermis!”

        “Well it’s the truth?” Ermis replied. “Do you honestly believe we could stop the Romans? Do you measure up to a tiger? A bear? What chance do any of us kids have against a well trained Roman predator? If we stay here, we’re just a meat market waiting for the customers to arrive.”

       “Well...I refuse to give my ears or my tail to your cowardice Ermis.” Ademi snorted. “I’m going to give my offering, pray then join my future husband to finish plans for tomorrow. If you want to run? Then go do it now so we all don’t have to suffer the stink from your tail hole.”

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
8am
The Tusker defense lines on Nalo heights over the Roana River

      All those on the heights could have seen the specticle that took place on the front edge of the Roman bridge as it was close enough now to discern faces and species of predators…

       A lion came to the front waving the severed head of Comitus in his paw and laughing as he pulled open the mouth and urinated in it before dropping the head onto the bridge deck. Soon….other predators joined in the despoiling of the once proud reindeer’s remains before the head was kicked without care into the river…

      Melilis appeared un-phased but he could see the looks of dread on the faces of the prey mammals around him. As expected, the little ones fought ferociously and when he heard that Prince Icronius had been killed, the Rhino had to hide himself to sob. Stupid….stupid….for elephants, who were often thought of to be wise as well as big, the Tuskers were perhaps the ones who missed the gawds handout of brains to the species. Now only the arrival of the heavy legions would give the defenders of Nalo even a whisp of a chance against the invading predators.

      A ram came up to Melilis and pointed to the river. “Sir? A deputation from the Romans is coming under flag of truce. Shall we receive them?”

      Melilis nodded in reply. “We should at least show some respect, though their terms are already well on display.”

     Melilis walked down to the river bank where a boat carrying two Centurions and an emissary dressed all in a white toga but not caring in the least that it wasn’t bound enough to hide his nudity, grounded on the river bank. The three wolves stepped out and stood as if they feared nothing and commanded everything…

     “Great Melilis.” The emissary gave salutation as Melilis walked up. “I am Lucius Graka, representative of the great counsel of Rome, Julius Caesar. I am here to extend the great commander’s paw in friendship in the hopes we may avoid the infusion of blood.”

      Melilis regarded the wolf with a scowl. “Oh? I believe we have seen your commander’s friendship in how you murdered and despoiled my friend Comitus.”

      “I can assure you that Comitus was given a fair chance to save himself but that he chose death. Great Caesar gave him a quick and respectful end. The carcass is nothing so what happens to it after death is unimportant. What is important? The lives of you, your soldiers and your families which Caesar offers to spare if you will but surrender or turn and help us slaughter the Tuskers. Now I will not lie, some of you will be food items as you were purposed to be but for those who are not selected….Caesar offers his protection and clemency. You will not be given up as burden slaves and you will not suffer great abuses. You will have protection of the most powerful counsel in all Rome and for the most gifted among your numbers…..they will enjoy lives of purpose and great reward….most certainly you Melilis since Caesar respects your battle skills.”

       Melilis looked around and then scowled at the wolf. “Please inform Caesar that we decline his generous offer of slavery and false mercy. So long as the threat of being butchered and eaten exists for any of my soldiers...we will gladly face and accept death rather than suffer the horror of being dismembered alive for your tables.”

      “Good Melilis….be reasonable.” The emissary wolf replied. “If you decline Caesar? There will be no quarter given. All of your soldiers will die and some will be begging for death but it will not come fast nor merciful….Caesar….”

       The Rhino snarled….”Caesar what? Get back in your boat you miserable little dog. Get back in your boat while I still feel charitable. Tell Caesar the answer is no. Tell him that I look forwards to talking with him soon mammal to mammal. You have my reply….now GO!”

       a bunny ran up between Melilis and the boat and drew an arrow on the wolf. “Do as he says, leave us now or die!”

       “It is you who will die.” Lucius Graka snarled. “I personally will come looking for you rabbit. I will tell my fellows to spare you for me. You look tasty enough to chew on for several hours at least...while I fluck your whore of a wife in her cunt and tail hole and rip her in half!”

      “You might find me hard to swallow there snit eater.” The bunny snarled with a wicked smile. “Oh? And just so you get it right? My name is Denathor and I’m very much an expert with a bow as well as a knife. Your nuts would make a nice trophy on my hutch door….see you on the field. Now GET OUT!”

      Melilis and Denathor watched as the boat pulled away from the river bank…

     “That was a very nice send off, Bunny.” Melilis said smiling.

     “Do you think I was joking?” Denathor snorted. “Even my wife would agree that wolf has a beautiful set of nuts on him. I’ll be the envy of all my warren if I get those on my door as a battle trophy.”

       Melilis thought Denathor was joking. Bunnies were fearless, there was no doubt as to their fighting quality but even a boastful rabbit hid a safety switch that when under severe threat...bunnies would bolt rather than make an obviously suicidal stand against a predator ten times their weight. But Denathor wasn’t joking as would be attested by the pair of wolf tails he already had nailed to his keep door back home. He was already combat tested in two former meetings with the Romans when they tried to boat across the Roana so one would never know how Denathor would perform against a few legions crossing over on a bridge. Melilis counted on his mammals standing as long as they could.

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
9am
The Lightening Legion on the march
9 Miles South of Kapsi, 18 Miles south of Chelsea

    The speed of Williamus’ legion while maintaining its’ orderly lines and blocks of cohorts was astounding considering that in their short sprint they had escaped detection by great numbers of the enemy and had wiped several settlements down before them like rotting wheat. There was time then for a little rest and a little attention to neglected matters….like Alexanders’ need to give his affections to his older brother. In that case...a running little river brook was a nice excuse for a needed bath, a good preening and a few quick sessions of mutual kissing, fellatio and anal sex…

     “Don’t tie us….” Williamus coo’d softly as he felt his younger brother slowly working his young hardness into his older brother’s tail hole…

      “It’ll be hard not too brother...” Alexander replied as he wrapped Williamus’ big tail in his paw and thrusted hard against his brother’s big flanks...”You don’t let any one else enter you huh?” The younger wolf asked as he stopped his thrusts to rub his body over Williamus’ hinds. The ecstacy of the love making was short however as Alex quickly expended his juices and flopped backwards on his butt in the water…

      Williamus teased him as he wiped his wet tail hole...”That was under-whelming.”

       Alexander growled at the slight...”You were unimpressive yourself. It was like humping a pigs’ ass.”

       The two wolves glared at one another then they flopped into the shallow water of the brook and enjoyed the affections between them, kissing each other tenderly and sharing their tongues in deep incestial lust…

       “You’re magnificent big brother.” Alexander said as he sat on top of his brother’s chest. “Absolutely magnificent…..oh snit.” Alexander snapped as he quickly bounded off Williamus’ body and sat splashing himself as Williamus’ second in command came looking for them…

        Anacatus (black panther) didn’t think the youngers’ affections for the older were anything unusual...”Sorry if I startled you in the moment.” Anacatus said waving a paw. “I just wanted to bring the commander some news.”

        Alexander smirked. “You should bring more than news Anacatus.” Alexander said as he regarded the Nubian cat’s appearance. Alexander would not have ever considered any feline worthy of a night in bed until he’d gotten a good look at Anacatus’ full beauty in the public baths back in Rome before the legions departed. After that, the young wolf had been constantly scheming how he could make a conquest of the panther without it blow up into scandal. Williamus’ noted Alexander trying to pose a few “feminine wilds” to the executive officer and gave the young wolf a good snoot slap…

      “Alexander? I think you’re clean enough now?” Williamus huffed as he pointed a paw. “Go get dressed and see to the standard please?”

“Yes brother.” Alexander said somewhat disappointed yet he quickly understood the hazards of letting “The cat fly”. The younger wolf ran off as Williamus walked to get a towel but not too fast. Perhaps he too was desiring to be noticed by his second in command?

“What news do you bring?” Williamus asked as he stood toweling himself, not thinking about his hard on and his engorged knot which were flying in the wind like a sail mast…

“Begging your pardon Commander? But you seem overly joyful?” Anacatus said as he pointed a paw.

“Oh snit!” Williamus reacted as he dropped his towel to cover his embarrassment. “I’m so sorry Anacatus….snit!”

“Obviously you had wolf pussy on the brain.” Anacatus snickered.

“Cold water makes me hard when I don’t desire it.” Wlliamus said as he shook like he was cold. “Worst of all is my little brother kept pointing it out...”

“Well...it’s hard to miss.” Anacatus said smiling. “No worries Williamus, it doesn’t change the nature of the news.”

Williamus sat down with his towel around his waist. “What do you have?”

“Well….the slave revolt ended.” Anacatus said as he sat down. “Your father purchased what remains of Bambinus...still alive of course. He’s going to wait till you come home to serve the little equine bastard on a platter.”

“Wonder how much money my father wasted on him?” Williamus snorted. “As for Bambinus? In that one case, even I wouldn’t be generous or merciful. I am glad he’s hanging like a rack of ribs and they didn’t give him a merciful death. But I don’t feel like eating him so I’ll let my little brother take his time and cut his canines on that piece of deer slab. Bambinus will suffer longer for his crimes.”

“I agree.” Anacatus replied smiling. “Though please with respect Commander? Please allow me a good bite? I love to tear into deer flank.”

Williamus snickered...”I didn’t know you had homosexual tendencies for equines there Anacatus?”

“I could reply with some very harsh and choice comments Sir but I will defer for the sake of honor.” Anacatus said with a tooth grin. “The bridge is so close now to the Tusker side that there was a battle between some prey trying to assault the works and the Suwani tribe. I am sad to say that Prince Icronious was killed.”

Williamus nodded. “Very sad news. But they were victorious?”

“Not one boat got through.” Anacatus replied. “We need to be up and moving soon since the bridge work has sped up considerably. I suggest we hit the goat village of Kapsi this afternoon. That will furnish us with an ample supply of meat until we rape Chelsea tonight. By all accounts, Garay and Larotius should be close enough to the Tusker capital to cause a little chaos and prepare the place for our assault.”

Williamus nodded in agreement. “Spread the orders to the Legion that we make haste at once for Kapsi. We will allow the rear guard cohort to over run the place while the rest of us continue towards Chelsea. Send a messenger back to the river to have the otters herald our progress to Caesar.”

“Of course.” Anacatus replied. “Oh? Antony and his cavalry have arrived from Rome as well. Good timing too, we’ll need them against the legions of deer. Hopefully by the time we get to Chelsea, the heavy elephant and rhino legions will be too far away to turn around and respond.”

“This is good news.” Williamus said smiling as he walked towards the center of the legions’ temporary camp and met his little brother coming to him with a red toga and tunic. “Everyone is getting ready to move. Is it true we’re going to get some goat meat?”

“That seems to be our next target of opportunity there Alexander.” Williamus said as he got dressed.

“Good.” Alexander replied as he licked his chops. “I love the taste of goat meat when it’s boiled, I sour on fire roasted...just taste like it looses all the good juices if it stays too long over a flame.”

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
10am
Garay, Larotius and their war party of foxes on the outskirts of Chelsea.

Garay poked his head through a thick patch of brush to spy the front gates of the walled city where two Rhinos clad in battle armor and brandishing Hoplite swords stood astride the closed wooden doors. The walls of the city were polished stones that towered too high for climbing gear and wooden ladders and the space around the city had been cleared of vegetation making an ideal killing zone for archers and spear mammals to throw down death from the wall tops. Of course everything was supersized to fit an elephants perspective of things. Garay growled as he slipped back to the small group…

“Alright.” Garay huffed. “So this is the time for your pet sluts to do their part of the bargain.”

  Cyprian frowned...”You are just full of hate for us aren’t you? What has a fox done to you? Has a fox assaulted your wolf-hood? Why is it that Master Larotius can be so kind to us but you seethe to kill us? What has any of us done to you?”

   Garay pointed a paw finger in Cyprian’s face...”I will NEVER trust any fox! You are all forked tongue devils looking for an advantage to gain something for yourselves. Your kind would stab your own mothers in the womb if it would bring you a little fortune of some measure. I swear fox….if you betray us, even at a slight? I will kill you and relish the pleasure in it…..filthy bushy tailed vermin.” Garay gave no regard for Larotius as he viciously slapped Cyprian off his feet! “You BETTER stay in your place you little slut! Your knees are your proper station before any wolf of Rome!”

    “Enough damn it!” Larotius snapped. “Are we going to sit here and stoke up a fight or are we going to get inside and set the place on fire? These foxes are mine Garay! They are under my protection! They will not be molested nor murdered! and they will help us and that is that Garay! Now shut your yap!”

     There was a moment of quiet before Larotius turned to Cyprian. “So? What’s your plan for getting inside?”

     One their journey towards Chelsea, the small band had raided and wiped out a bunny village, save a small handful they dragged along with them by a cart pulled by Aster and Marlo. Now the twins dragged a young bunny tied in ropes among the group and roughly tore off his tunic and under-wrap... 

     “PLEASE! PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” The bunny squealed as he struggled against his bindings. Aster snatched him by his hips and drew his rump up behind him…

     “We don’t plan to kill you just yet.” Marlo snickered. “First we’re going to please ourselves in your sweet fluffy rear one at a time till it bleeds red!.”

     “NO!” The bunny yelled gasping as he thrashed….”NO! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE….DON’T RAPE ME!”

     Cyprian snatched the bunny by his shoulder and threw him on his back. “I don’t know? You’re screaming no? but your little cock is screaming yes.”

     The bunny cried as he pleaded….”Please…..I don’t want to die….not like this.”

     “You’ll do anything? Anything I ask?” Cyprian said licking his teeth.

     “Yes! Anything you want!” The Bunny yelped back.

     Cyprian threw the bunny into Larotius’ paws.” There’s step one.” The fox said. “Step two? That might involve a little embarrassment...but if someone desires glory and renown in all Rome?” Cyprian said as he looked at Garay.

      “You can eat the snit from my rump you little red bastard.” Garay snarled.

      Larotius leaned over Garay’s shoulder. “Ok then? You can sit here and wallow in your complaining while I go and get myself a triumph through Rome and all the females I can hump.”

       Garay frowned….”Sometimes Larotius? I really, really, really hate the hadies out of you.”

      Larotius petted Garay on his head. “In the end? You always see the reason in my genius don’t you?”

      A while later….Larotius was finishing up brushing out Garay’s white fur and fluffing up his thick wolf tail….”There...you look gorgeous enough to attract an elephant.”

     “I’ll give you the attraction of my teeth on your neck.” Garay snapped. “Of all the idiotic, stupid and mentally deficient things you’d ever come up with...”
     “Do you want to try and take on those two bull rhino by yourself? Cyprian knows the city and the brothel well. This is only a distraction while I follow the others through the underground aqueducts. Just be sure you don’t blow your part?”

     Garay turned about and snatched the bunny off his feet and held him by his arms. “Listen carefully Bunny. Your life depends on how well you fool those stupid Rhino. You make one mistake and I will sink my teeth into your little rodent neck faster than they can react. What’s your name you fluffy tailed rat?”

     The bunny quivered….”Bersalus.”

     Garay slapped Bersalus in the snoot. “Stop your damn quaking and grow some nuts! You better act like a Socialator and treat us like snit! And don’t hesitate to use that switch. Don’t worry about hurting us….worry about your neck!”

     “Yes…..yes…..I will try.” Bersalus yelped.

     “Try nothing!” Garay snarled. “Get some hate in your gut rabbit! We butchered your village. We tore your little ones to shreds. We raped your females full of our cum! You get some fire in that gut of yours and show you have a set of teeth that aren’t flat and flabby...”

      Bersalus snatched up the wooden switch, gritted his teeth and unleashed upon Garay with a vicious whipping assault that got whoops and cries of pleasure from the foxes!

      “Yeah! Beat his ass!” Icarus yelped with glee. “Take that Wolf!”

       “Man that little rabbit is pissed!” Euplos jumped. “Hit him harder!”

       “Flucken…..dirty…..Wolf! (whipping) bastard! (whipping) ass eating piece of snit dog!”

       Garay snatched Bersalus’ swinging arm and held him as the panting rabbit gave the white wolf a face that could set things on fire…

       “Impressive!” Garay said with joy. “You do have a spirit!”

      “If I could right now?” Bersalus snarled. “I would flucken kill you.”

      Garay rubbed the rabbits head with his paw. “Keep that rage hot!” He said as he turned to Larotius...”Which of these flea bag ditch diggers am I taking with me?” 

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
10:45am
The main gate of Chelsea

      The two Rhino guards, Panto-gerick on the left and Urso-Tarus on the right saw the cart coming over the lip of a rise in the main dirt road and heard the high pitch screaming commands of a rabbit as he walked aside two foxes pulling the cart and beat them mercilessly with a wooden switch…

     “Come on! Pull you whores! I want to get to the brothel by a decent hour at least!” The Bunny snapped! “PULL DAMN IT OR I’LL HAVE YOU BOTH KILLED AND SKINNED!”

      The bunny stopped the cart before the two Rhinos. “Good morning. I am a Socialator from Dwami Province come to deliver some fine slaves...and these two uppity bitch foxes who need to be properly bred. Oh? May I interest you fine strong soldiers in a special treasure?”

      Bersalus turned to one of the foxes. “Bring forth the white wolf. You should see this beauty? Our village caught him napping in our carrot fields and we’ve had him tied up ever since. He is a gorgeous thing, a prize slut for any good strong Rhino.”

      Garay was brought forth in ropes and a muzzle and dropped at Bersalus’s feet where the bunny stomped on the white wolf’s snoot. “Nice huh? Wonderful fur coat….beautiful tail and an un-tapped tail hole. His virginity alone is worth two thousand Turksis (Turk-seas) any of you fine viral Rhinos wish to de-flower this magnificent canine bitch?”

       Panto-gerick snorted. “I don’t screw males. I especially don’t screw canine filth.”

      Urso-Tarus huffed. “What do you think we get paid? I can’t afford that. Offer him to the royal family, maybe they could be entertained? They have a youngster who dresses like a female, maybe he needs a bitch companion like this?”

      Bersalus smirked. “So where can I find the brothel?”

       Urso-Tarus drew a quick map and tossed it a Bersalus’s feet. “Follow that. But you make sure those predator scum are tightly secured. No on e will be held responsible for having to kill your property.”

       The bunny snapped and whipped his wooden switch around again, urging the two foxes to pull the cart through the gates and into the mostly deserted streets of Chelsea. After turning down a side street, Bersalus stopped the cart but kept up his part of the charade…

      “Rest….” He snorted. Then as an afterthought he struck both foxes on their heads!

      “Ugh! That’s enough you miserable rat!” Aster yelped. “Damn those whips smart!”

      “Aster!” Marlo, Aster’s brother yelped. “Stay in character!”

      From the back of the cart, Garay waved Bersalus over….”That….was an excellent performance! You should be in theater!”

      “I wasn’t too harsh was I?” Bersalus said timidly.

      “You weren’t brutal enough.” Garay snorted. “You should have punched and bit those two red bitches more.”

       Aster snatched Marlo by an arm when the young fox desired to do something while the Roman was still tied in bindings…

      “No brother. Pay his ranting no mind, it is unimportant to us.” Aster warned.

       Little Athena removed Garay’s bindings. “I’m happy we didn’t pick to travel through the snit tubes of the underground aqueduct. Will you still wear the leash and collar great wolf of Rome?”

       Garay smiled a little in reply...”Very respectful of you little fox to remark me as a Roman.” He said. “You might be the only one of these cunts I might have some little respect for after all.” Garay said. He then turned to Cyprian. “Alright? What’s the next part of your great plan?”

       “We move to the brothel and gather up the other foxes. Then...we put on a little display for the royal court.” Cyprian replied. 

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
10:45am
The underground aqueducts of Chelsea

        Larotius led Cypselos, Eetion and Asphalion behind him through the raw stink and muck of the aqueduct system, the clear distinctive outline on the walls showed they had passed through the high wall that surrounded the city a few moments back…

       “Eetion?” (Eee-shun) Larotius called behind him and the fox complied by bending himself low in the mire...”Yes my master.”

       “Stop that?” Larotius said as he pulled Eetion up. “You need not debase yourself, I’m not going to beat you.”

       “I am not worthy of my life which you have saved.” Eetion replied.

       Larotius got snoot to snoot….”Stop talking as if you’re garbage. I said I don’t pay attention to Roman myths. If you’re willing to help us then your life isn’t meaningless. I don’t want to hear such crap out of you again or I will beat you fox. Now...you spent some time in the city? What do you know about it? Where’s the arsenals? The troop barracks? The strong points? Where should we start?”

      Eetion thought….”Let’s hit them where they’ll really panic. The temple of Tocarus the Great, the store house of pillage and center of worship for the elephants.”

     Cypselos agreed….”Yes! You put that place to the torch and the elephants and the rest in the city will lose their heads. They’ll think the gawds are angry with them and they’ll lose focus on everything else.”
      Larotius snickered with pleasure...”And the legends say you foxes are quite stupid? Ok…..You’re stupid geniuses...take that as a compliment. So just how to we get into the temple? Is it guarded?”

      “Of course.” Asphalion replied. “But? If we’re in luck? I have some “talents” that could perhaps get us through the doors.”

       Eetion cowarded and drooped his ears...”Forgive my asking Great Wolf of Rome but….will we really be spared if we help you and the Roman Army? Will we be helping you only to be dragged to meat blocks and our deaths?”

      All the foxes looked at Larotius with worried faces and he gave them back his own worried countenance….”I know my Commander Cesar is both just and honorable. If you have helped him to advance his cause and Romes? You shall be rewarded as far as the Senate dictates. Though you will not be free, you will be protected. I will take all of you into my own house as slaves in name but as mammals who will know both love and comfort in my abode. I have never hated your kind nor have I been injured by you and I find our clinging to the old myths and the treatment your kind has suffered for them as stupid. Have no fear….if it means my life to protect you? I will gladly surrender it.”

        The foxes surrounded Larotius for the moment in warm loving whimpering embraces as he comforted them but soon the affection was replaced by determination as the small band moved for the holy temple of Tocarus.

End of chapter 7

NOTES
     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?”  

 The others with Cypselos were….

       Aster and Marlo, both twins at 17 years who still had their tails.

      Icarus 14 years and Eetion 18 years (Esh-hon) who were themselves “bobbed”

      Asphalion 19 years (as-fa-lay-on) and Euplos 23 yeard (You-Ploe-s) who were also “bobbed” 

       And the little female Athena 10 years who was still a virgin with her tail and not afraid at all as she walked up to Cyprian and held out her paw….”Let me have a knife?”