Lupis Gloria Romani
By Dan 1966 and Ademi
(cub/cub, Adult/Cub, rape, gay, vore, torture, slavery)

Rated Quad X

Based off of “Sheath and Knife” comics by Harmarist and Kittaness and Disney’s Zootopia.

Character Acknowledgment:

Pumba and Timon from Disney’s Lion King
The Fox Cyprian by Cracky of Inkbunny

Chapter 9

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
2pm
The Main Body of the Lightening Legion
Now 20 miles from Chelsea.

      Williamus ordered a halt of the cohorts and the entire Legion sat in the grasses of a wide expanded clearing. There was no need now to move concealed from view, any prey mammal that might have seen the mass of predators moving wasn’t getting very far.

      A herald arrived with an accounting from the rear cohorts slaughtering of the goat village of Kapsi. Many young goats were captured while the majority of the population were butchered for food, the numbers were pleasingly enough to maintain the legion through the rest of it’s hard march.

      Alexander came up to Williamus holding the Legionary standard. “Well big brother?”

      “Well what?” Williamus replied as he rubbed Alexander’s head tuft.

      “Oh come now Brother? You know? Can I have one?” Alexander asked with a tail wag. “You promised me?”

      “We are in the midst of a march right now.” Williamus said sternly. “I am not going to give you a slave at the moment. Be patient ok?”

       “Mmff...grrrr.” Alexander gave out a displeased growl.

       “Growl and yelp all you wish Alexander?” Williamus replied with a raised paw finger. “You’re only making your chances of a gift less and less by acting like a dim witted little brat.”

         Anacatus (black panther) brought a gourd of wine and some breaded crackers to Williamus as he sat beside his commander...”Drink? Some for our standard bearer too?”

        “Alexander gets water.” Williamus said as he looked at his younger brother. “Wine makes him stupid.”

       “It does not!” The younger wolf yelped. “Let me have a small cup?”

       Anacatus poured a small cup of wine and handed it to Alexander as Williamus snorted...”You dare defy my orders?”

       “If I don’t appease him? He’ll chew up your ears in your sleep.” Anacatus replied. “It’s a little cup full Williamus, stop oppressing the youngster?”

        “Too spoiled and he’ll turn effeminate.” Williamus replied. “I’m trying to educate him Anacatus not spoil him rotten.”

        “As a teacher? You’re substandard brother.” Alexander said as he perked his head up.

         Williamus jumped up and tackled his little brother to the ground! “OOF! You made me spill my wine you harpie humper!” The younger wolf yelped!
           “Dare to tell me I am substandard in “all things” Alexander?” Williamus said with a soft smile and a wink.

           “Ok…..you’re not….in some things.” Alexander replied with a snort before he crawled out from under his brother’s body...”Any way?” Alexander said as he gripped the Legionary standard. “Am I performing to your expectations big brother? You will give me a chance to fight when we reach the capital of those putrid elephant droppings won’t you?”

          Williamus gestured. “Of course….but you don’t leave my side, understand? No going off and trying to prove your teeth alone. Even a rabbit cornered is a dangerous foe not to be taken childishly.”

          “I am NOT a child! I am a wolf!” Alexander snapped proudly as he thumped his chest.

           “You’ll be a wolf when you turn fifteen years Alexander. Till then? You are under my paws and under my laws...never forget that? I’m only looking out for your good welfare.” Williamus said as he again petted his little brother’s head tuft.

           “I can’t wait till you “look to my welfare” when we’re having a good long rest….hopefully soon.” Alexander replied with a happy tongue pant.

           “Don’t fog your brain with pleasantry?” Williamus asked. “Keep your thoughts in the moment and “unclouded”.

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
2:17pm
The center of Chelsea. The whore house of Savvas (Goat) the Socialator

       The terribly ravaged female fox tied to the straw matted bed looked weakly at Marlo...”My savior.” She cried.

       Marlo said nothing as he brought one paw down over her eyes and stabbed his blade through her heart, bringing her suffering to an end. For a moment he stood over her and grimaced at the brutality inflicted upon her body...including the stub that had once been a tail. Nothing could so kill a fox than to have its tail separated, compared to the rapes she suffered, watching the severing of her tail must have been pain unbearable. He cursed the wicked prey mammals, he cursed the Romans, he cursed his own kind for being so meek and helpless…

       Then Garay entered the small room...”I think we have found all the able predators we can use in this place.” The white wolf said callously. He regarded the now dead female fox with a light grunt...”They used her up didn’t they?”

       Marlo snapped! “YOU FILTHY ROMAN BASTARD!” The fox screamed as he turned on Garay and launched himself through the air to kill the filthy wolf!

      Instead...Garay caught Marlo, flipped him over his shoulder and slammed him into the floor! He twisted the knife out of Marlo’s paw and held it to his throat! “Good. I’m glad your hate is so white hot.” Garay said calmly. “You’ll need it.”

      Marlo snarled. “Kill me you bastard. KILL ME! I hate you! I hate every Roman piece of rat snit! Kill me you dog! You dish licker! You...”

      Garay slapped a paw over Marlo’s maw...”Don’t give me any excuses fox. Save your hate for the Tuskers. They are the one’s who raped the life out of that poor female, not me.”

      Garay stood up and crossed his arms...”I respect you Marlo. You have a set of iron fox nuts.”

      Marlo sighed and sagged tired from his rage...”Well I certainly have no respect for you. Need I explain why?”

      “The choice is simple.” Garay replied. “Die or fight? I would have killed you and the other filthy foxes a while ago but you’re all spoken for by Larotius and as much as he blows my brains in the air? I have to trust his judgment. Doesn’t mean he will change my mind about your kind though but I will make sure no harm comes to any of you outside of combat.”

       Garay stopped next to Marlo as he walked out of the room. “You want to avenge her?” He said as he pointed to the dead female fox. “Fight as if you have the teeth and hate of a wolf…..not a fox.”

       Garay walked down to the large living room on the first floor where the torn remains of what had been the Socialator Savvas littered the floor…

       “I see everyone ate before me?” The white wolf said as he looked at the collection of predators now freed from their abuse and torture…

       “Quite the collection here.” Garay said. “One bunny. Four foxes. Three lionesses. Two lions. Two panthers. And a pair of badgers.”

       One of the badgers, Olus, gave Bersalus a sneer. “Do we really need the long eared rat?”

       “You touch him and you’ll die very slowly.” Garay growled.

       Olus’s brother Alconas gave Garay a toothy smile...”So? When do we get to start killing vermin? Especially Chipmunks...I hate Chipmunks. You ever been raped by a Chipmunk? Trust me….not a nice experience, especially the teeth.”

       Garay looked over his additions...”You all look healthy. I’m surprised the male lions have no claws but you females still do? Guess the males were too effeminate to worry about?”

       One of the lions named Telephos growled deeply at Garay. “Care to test your luck with that theory wolf of Rome?”

       Peritas, the other male lion who was much younger, giggled. “Oh please dear Telephos? You make a house cat look more fierce.”

       A lioness named Hyrmina stood holding a javelin taken from Savvas’s weapons collection. “What is your plan good Wolf of Rome?”

       Garay replied…”My compatriot and his band will put fire to the great temple of Tocarus to put the “fear of divine retribution” into the minds of the populace. We….all of us here….will get into the castle to cause a rukus and unlock the main gate so our main legion can storm the city.

       Garay turned to Cyprian. “You will handle the gate.”

       “You’re going to trust a red fur’d, little bushy tailed piece of snit slut to open the main gate?” Cyprian asked.

       “Yes.” Garay replied as he walked up and got snoot to snoot. “I am trusting a dirty, red coated, piece of snit little slut of a fox to open the main gate or that fox will know the brutality of a slow torturing death. Have we an understanding you flea bag?”

        Cyprian gave Garay a light snarl...”Why Garay? I’m beginning to think you actually care about me?”

        “Not in the least.” Garay replied as he brushed a paw finger over Cyprian’s nose. “But you’re Larotius’s favorite and I don’t wish to see my compatriot pine forever in grief if you don’t make it out of here.”

       Garay then turned to Bersalus...”Care to display your talents for acting once more?”

        The rabbit bowed. “Yes...but we should leave someone behind to handle any visitors to the brothel. That last thing we need is someone screaming because the Socialator’s head is occupying the wall…

        Savvas bloody head was impaled above the young female fox Athena’s head and she tried too look as if she had nothing to do with it...”What? It brightens up the place doesn’t it?”

       Garay pointed...”You two badgers will stay here with her.” Garay said as he pointed to Athena. “Do NOT go crazy with any visitors? Kill them and put them someplace out of the way. Don’t make a mess of things?”

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
2:17pm
The underground aqueducts of Chelsea near the Temple of Tocarus

      Larotius watched from his hiding place as Cypselos emerged from the temple and began to try his charms on the more stubborn Hippo who appeared annoyed by the fox’s advances…

      “We should be ready to move to kill that big fat bastard.” Larotius snarled. “I don’t think Cypselos will charm him.”

       “Give him a chance?”  Asphalion replied. “Do you want me to stay with you now or go to Eetion and sneak into the temple through the aqueduct tunnel?

        Larotius gestured. “Stay here for now. Damn….this is taking too much time already grrrrrrrrr…..roof.” The Gray Wolf shuddered in anticipation as he growled….

        Meanwhile….Cypselos stood rubbing his paws on the big belly of the sole Hippo guard and gently bent down to give a little lick on the water beasts exposed scrotum….”My my but you are certainly great in virility oh wondrous water stallion. I have left your companion a little dizzy from my arts of pleasure. Certainly there is some curious nature in you that is calling to sample the expertise of a pretty thing like me?” The red fox said as he slowly danced erotically around the Hippo’s girth.

         Lasos could not long regard the fox as annoying as he stood tickling the Hippo’s large cock as it poked from it’s sheath...”Mmmmm….” Cypselos noised softly as he played his lips over the length...”Amazing...” He said as he gave the Hippo a soft and adoring look up while gently playing his paws over the Hippo’s stiff cock...”Please my strong stallion? Use me as you desire?”

       Lasos could not hold back any longer! He picked up the fox and turned into the temple!

      “THAT’S IT!” Larotius snapped as he pulled his sword. “We move now! Yell to Eetion, Asphalion, tell him to enter the temple from the secret passage and be ready to kill the priest and priestesses!

       Inside the temple...Cypselos tempted Lasos towards a seperate room from the one that now held the lifeless and sheet covered husk of his companion. The fox climbed Lasos bulky body and balanced himself with his feet on the Hippo’s shoulders and his paws rubbing each side of Lasos’s large head as the fox gently swayed his erect genitals before the hippo’s snoot….

      “Let me know what an expert in love such as yourself can do to excite me oh beautiful water stallion.” Cypselos said tenderly. As his seduction drew the hippo to feast his tongue upon his catch….The fox quickly pulled his long thin dagger from his flowing head tuft and thrust it hard towards the back of Laos’s left ear!…..

     Only to be horrified as the hippo caught his wrist! “You mangy little assassin!” Lasos screamed as he whipped Cypselos through the air to a crash against a nearby wall!

      “Filthy rat! I’ll tear you in two!” Lasos screamed as he snatched Cypselos off the floor by his wrists and ankles and started to pull him, threatening to rip him in pieces!

      “YIE! YIE! YIE!” The fox screeched and cried thinking his death was certain….till he fell to the floor and felt the weight of the hippo crash near by…

      “Cypselos!” Larotius yelped with fear as he pulled the fox to his lap. “Cypselos? The fat bastard is dead...you were brilliant!”

       “I feel a few inches taller.” The fox replied as he gestured. “I’m alright. Though I think he dislocated my legs.”

    Asphalion came to Cypselos’s side. “That’s what you get for rough sex.” The other fox said as he heard a noise and quickly pivoted on his feet to shoot a quick arrow shot at a charging Ram priest of Tocarus! The bolt flew true, striking the sheep in the chest!”

    “We’d better get up and moving!” Asphalion snapped. “Sir?” He said to Larotius. “You better hold onto Cypselos while I push his legs back into their joints.”

     Asphalion grabbed Cypselos legs...”This is going to really hurt.”

     “At least you’re being nice about….”CRACK!”…..”OH FLUCK!” Cypselos yelped then swiped a claw before Asphalion’s snoot. “DAMN IT! WARN ME AT LEAST!”

      “You’re such a bother.” Asphalion replied. “Get on your feet and move? Did you think you were going to get an after sex break?”

      “Hey?! Killing fat bastards is hard work.” Cypselos snorted as he snatched up his dagger.

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
3pm
The rear guard cohort of the lightening legion

      The stench of smoke, blood, excrement and burning flesh were still mingled strong even as the haze of what was left of Kapsi faded in the distance…

      “KEERACK!” The cruel whip came down with a sting against Ademi’s ear…”Pull you! Pull!” A Lion snarled hard as he whipped over the group of young goats being made to pull a cart laden with the salted body parts of their elders, their families, their kin...”You are Rome’s property now! Don’t think we’ll allow you to die so easily you hoof’d maggots….PULL!  “KEERACK!”

       The bit was tearing at the back of Ademi’s poor mouth, the pain excruciating and intolerant. Ademi slipped and crashed into the mud of the recent rain soaked dirt trail and had it not been for Dimius snatching and pulling him back to his hooves...perhaps his death would not be bad? The black goat kid however knew better…

       “Come on! Stay up!” Dimius encouraged even as he struggled to talk through his bitted mouth...”You can’t leave me a lone in this hell, we need each other now move!”

        “Where are we going?” Ademi asked as he struggled.

        “Can’t be hell.” Dimius replied. “We’re already in it! Like the lion says...”We won’t die easy so why make it easy for them to kill us?”

        “You’re used to this!” Ademi snapped as he stumbled. “huff…..huff…. I’m only a vineyard tender….Selenos…..they murdered my Selenos!...”

        “They murdered the whole village.” Dimius snorted. “But some of us have to live or all our family and friends will be forgotten….” Dimius reached out to grab poor Myri as he stumbled and fell into the mud...”Myri?! Get up!” Dimius snapped.

         Myri was no longer white, pink and beautiful but discolored and brutalized. A terrible slash had been put into his sweet face across a cheek. Claw gouges were in his shoulders and spots of fur were missing around his neck...marks of brutal anal rape humping by predators who had their fill sodomizing the near catatonic goat kid numerous times…

         No sooner had Dimuis gotten Myri to his feet….the young goat crashed back down into the muck...”Ugh!” The black goat kid struggled...”Myri?! Myri get the hell up!”

        A brutal punch to the snoot caused Dimius to crash backwards onto his rump as a pair of wolves untied Myri from the tortured pulling pack…

        “NO!” Dimius screamed. “NO! HE JUST NEEDS REST! PLEASE?!”
      
       Ademi snatched Dimius by a leg….”Stop Dimius! They’ll take you too!”

      “UGH!” Dimius fought...”He’s not worth butchering! Please! Spare him I beg you! Spare him!”

       A wolf came snoot to snoot with Dimius. “Oh we’ll “spare” him. At least the flanks might be good eating.”

       Dimius snapped his teeth and thrashed as others in the pull pack fought to keep him from being next on the dinner menu. 

       “Myri! Ademi screamed out as he held onto Dimius and watched as the wolves carried Myri off to the side of the trail where the goat kid screeched and bleated as his once beautiful coat of white and pink fur was brutally shaved from him by cruel razors…

       Ademi screamed out….”Kill him! Please show mercy! Please!” But the Romans were obviously not interested in being merciful. They allowed Myri to flee, toying with the fear and terror of the nude goats suffering as he fell and struggled over the mud covered ground. His skin cut in numerous places...blood oozing from the wound that had been the base of his tail now a play toy to a laughing hyena who joyously danced with it in his toothy maw!

      Myri ran for Ademi who was on his knees sobbing. Ademi felt his little friend ripped from his hoof hands and watched him carried struggling to a patch of grass where the Roman predators poured water over him then smeared Myri in butter while a fire was built nearby…

      The realization of the horror to come made the goat kids in the pull pack scream and bleat loud enough to enlist beatings by the task master and other predators. Those who tried to turn their heads away were beaten and forced with faces fixed to watch the brutality of the moment…

      Myri was rolled onto his back screaming with predators holding his legs wide apart as a thick wooden pole with a sharp point was pushed into his exposed and well ravaged tail hole…

     BAAAAAAH! BLEEET! BLEEEEET! BAAAAAAAAAH!”

      Myri screamed and thrashed as the cruel sodomy instrument pierced his anus and the Predators around him took their time and pleasure in slowly fucking the suffering equine with the pole, each time pushing it deeper and deeper into Myri’s body….

       “This is what will happen to those who fall out!” The cruel task master snarled as he whipped those poor goat kids forced to watch the last moments of their village mate and friend as the pole emerged from his mouth!

       “COUGH! COUGH! URK! URK! COUGH! GURGGLE!”

       The sodomy and spearing of the little goat had been perfect, the spear missed the vital organs as it ran close along the spine and pierced the back of the mouth. Now two wolves picked the pole off the ground and Myri, still alive, kicked and writhed furiously as his impaled body was carried towards the fire pit. Predators added olive oil, salt and seasonings to the fair offering. Some of the sick murderers even stood massaging their penises at the erotic nature of the bald and suffering goat kid moving himself over the slick pole...two of them grabed him and pulled him back and forth over the surface of the stick in one final act of brutal, uncaring rape….

       “AHHHHH! BASTARDS! YOU BASTARDS! KILL HIM PLEASE!” 

       Ademi’s cries were in vain as he watched Myri dropped onto the Y holders at each end of the fire. Myri was still struggling, still gurgling, still kicking and crying as he began to sizzle from the heat and the stench of his warming flesh began to waft into the noses of his poor companions tied to the cart. The predators turned poor Myri around the spit as his kicking became less and less and his insides began to stiffen from the cooking. His eyes oozed from their sockets and dripped down his now black and brown cooked face. Soon the once beautiful Myri no longer had pink skin but deep brown skin from a proper cooking. It wasn’t long after watching him torn apart by hungry predators ripping limbs from his cooked corpse that Ademi and his village folk were whipped and kicked back into the forced march as the rear guard seeked to close ranks with the main force. 

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
4pm
The Bridge and the heights of Nalo

      Large boulders flew out from the river bank while large bolts of sharpened wooden staves and boulders flew from the bridge towards the shore. The battle between the Roman Predators spanning Caesar’s bridge and the prey mammals led by the Tusker Royalty was joined in full murderous fury…

       Cohort Captain Secundus Labienus (a white tiger) leading a 300 predator force of tigers, lions and bears didn’t expect to live long after coming in contact with the shore upstream nearly three football fields length from the Nalo heights. He and his fellows were volunteers, mere harassment against the great sized prey mammals of the Tusker heavy legions that were now arriving and joining the fray hoping to turn the on-coming bridge into a death funnel.

       What once used to be an impossible feat to cross the swift currents of the Roana River by boat in an organized fighting force had overnight with the aid of the otters become a feat of ease. Each of the Roman long boats full of predators was being pulled by the bow by groups of the little mammals with escorts running along the sides to protect the occupants with arrows as they neared the shore…

        “Shields!” Secundus snarled as he commanded his fellow predators to raise their shields to deflect the incoming arrows from a cohort of battle elephants who arrived on the shore line to cut them down before they could land. Bless the courage of the “little ones” of the Suwani as they once again flew up from under the waters, gained great height of air as they soared upwards to unleash their arrows in the hopes of nailing the eyes of their enemy. Several of the war elephants charged into the river, perhaps stomping some of the otters to death under their massive feet or tearing them in half if they caught them in their morphed hands, some of the little one’s resorting to swords or knives giving their last vicious stabs before their bodies were torn apart!

       “Avenge them! Send the “packs of snit” right to hell!” roared a lion legionnaire behind Secundus as all of the predators in the boat now rose in unison holding their shields out and interlocked in a formed tortoise box formation….

        “Prepare to advance on my command!” Secundus snarled loudly!

        “FOR ROME! WE LIVE!” Secundus yelled.

        “FOR CAESAR WE SHALL DIE!” His cohorts replied as the sudden stop of their boat upon the sandy bank of the Nalo side of the river gave them command to surge bravely forward!

         “CHEEEEEEAAAAAARGE!” Secundus roared as he was first off the long boat boldly charging towards the line of elephants and rhinos trying to quickly reform after they’d been swiftly arrowed by the heroic otters!

View from the Roman Bridge…

          The work had increased to a furious pace under the well placed protection of shields and long bow archers. The archers were keeping up a furious volley stream of flying darts along with the six large catapults slinging boulders behind them.  Questriatus and Stefinus stood between seeking shelter behind heavy timbers and exposing themselves to the fury of the Tusker legions now split in their attentions between the landing force of Legionaries on their side of the river and the ever fast expanding threat of the bridge at their front!

         “WHAM!” A heavy bolder from the Tusker side came crashing down onto the span with a bounce where it contacted the shield being held by a legionnaire Tiger who fell back roaring in pain from his shattered forearm! Stefinus left the protection of the heavy timber pile, ripping his tunic apart as he passed by and gathered up two broken splinters of pine wood….

         Bounding atop the crying Tiger, Stefinus began to splint the cat’s broken arm...”We must get you out of here but first if we don’t set your arm, you could surely die or lose it!” The bunny yelped as he worked to quickly set the injured arm…

         Another bolder came spinning in from the Tusker side! It bounced inches over Stefinus’s head and wrecked a support piling for the span which sent Questriatus to the edge of the bridge where he barked and yelped at the water until several otters poked their heads up…

         “Cut away this piling from under the water! We’ll set a new one but we need you down below to guide it strait! We have no time to throw predators into the water to do it!” Questriatus screamed as he waved a paw. He quickly bounded on all fours down the bridge to a pack of wolves unleashing a volley of arrows upwards to a very long and wide arc towards the Nalo heights of the Tuskers…

           “Wolves of Rome!” Questriatus yelped. “we must replace a strength pillar! Can you spare a gang of yourselves to help?!”

           Legionaries Aquilius, Didilus, Numerus, Falacius and Graka. All of them big Siberian Gray Wolves, dropped their bows and quivers and followed Questriatus while Stefinus got two big Sumatran Tigers to get their wounded species mate out of the range of deadly fire!

         “SNATCH!” “Stefinus!” Questriatus Snapped as he grabbed Stefinus by his ears and pulled him behind him. “You stay close to me ! This is NOT the time to be playing hero around here!”

          “Ow! Master! That hurts!” Stefinus yelped.

          “It’ll hurt worse if you get flattened!” Questriatus replied. “Slave or not, I can’t afford to replace you right now alright?! Leave the larger mammals to care for themselves!” Questriatus pulled Stefinus back to some protection where they could observe the new strength pillar being exchanged as the bridge continued to be under fire from the Tuskers!

          “Left Master!” Stefinus shouted in the confusion of the moment. “Make them pull it to our left!” The bunny commanded as he gauged the angle of the new pillar with his paw thumb and a wooden dowel...”Oh snit!” he screamed as he looked up!

          Stefinus snatched Questriatus and just barely cleared him away before a bolder slammed down where the otter was standing and missed the bunny by mere inches! “This is insane! How are we supposed to work under these conditions Master?!”

         “By keeping in mind that’s we’re all expendable toward the end result! Save that I don’t think you’re expendable at all Stefinus!” Questriatus yelped as he stood behind his slave and judged the pillar angle for himself…

          “Your thought of me is most kind my Master!” Stefinus replied as he waved his paw….”Tell them to pound it down now!” He screamed then stood angry as the wolves scattered about and played tease with an offending Tusker bolder shot...”And tell them to stop chasing the boulders like dumb dogs?!”

         One of the wolves, Aquilius, heard Stefinus’s complaint and quickly snatched the bunny off his feet! “What did you say you pathetic little morsel of rotten rabbit snit?!”

        “I said….Stop playing with the enemy shots like a pack of stupid dogs!” The bunny replied boldly!

        “YOU!” Questriatus snapped out. “PUT DOWN MY SERVANT!”

        “I’ll put this disrespectful rabbit down all right.” The big wolf snarled. “Down my gullet!”

        Stefinus was flipped into the air over Aquilius’s open maw but he never landed in it….in one quick, sickening stroke...a Tusker bolder landed on the bridge, bounced into the air and turned the wolf’s head….into a mush of destroyed brains and bone!

         Stefinus landed with a flop on the bridge deck and screamed out as Questriatus grabbed him! “See! See you stupid, dumb ass Wolf! Where’s your teeth now you idiot?! The rest of you Wolves get that piling set and get off this bridge before you all end up dead like this moron!”
     Questriatus stood amazed at the sight! “Argh! Argh! Stefinus Glorius! Argh….growing a big sack of nuts!” The otter snorted as he cupped Stefinus’s scrotum in his paw….”Grrrrrr….you got wolf in your blood!”

      “Master? Please?!” Stefinus yelped as he jerked away the otter’s paw. “That display was most queer of you? cease that? I just got a little upset.”

       “Given our situation right now?” Questriatus yelped. “I don’t blame you!”
             
Day three of the bridge crossing
4:15pm
The Nalo side Roman beach head

        Secundus encouraged the Tortoise formation to keep locked together even as the heavy impacts of spears and arrows which only elephants could have the strength to throw and shoot were knocking the whole formation back on its’ knees! Another glancing shot off a slanted frontal shield caused a lion to lose his footing and he had to be dragged back to his feet to avoid being left behind to get speared by all the murderous fire being thrown…

        “Just a bit more and we’ll be at their feet!” Secundus screamed. “Ready your swords for close combat!”

         A Jaguar next to Secundus snarled...”We’ll get some of them! If they don’t all impale us on those tusks first!”

         The line of tusked war elephants with their smaller Rhino companions bore down on the cluster of predator Tortoise formations like an out of control steam roller! The formation to Secundus’s left was shattered apart with an elephant slamming right into it tusks down on the charge with several Rhino running along the flanks to protect the pachyderm against side assaults as those predators in the formation not trampled or gored to death rallied as training prepared them!

          “Elephants charging front!” A legionnaire in Secundus’s formation screamed!

        “Prepare to break ranks down the left and right!” Secundus screamed. “Take the rhino first! The stupid elephants are slow in a close in fight!”

         The White Tiger judged his distance as the Tortoise formation and the charging elephants closed on each other. When he judged their chances best….Secundus screamed out….”BREAK FLANKS NOW!”

         The Tortoise appeared to act like a zipper track on a pair of pants. It broke apart down the center, allowing the elephants to race between the two parting lines as they over-ran and enveloped the smaller but still very powerful rhino who’s tusk got their way to rip flesh and destroy organs even as they were knifed or sword cut to death as the Roman formation broke around them!

         Secundus felt a tusk scrape along his back and rip open his chain male armor! No time to complain….turn….down thrust….plunge the blade into the eye! Kick the offending bastard off! Turn again, nail another in the back of the neck! Thrust! Kill! Kick!”

         What had been an organized Roman advance turned into a bloody mess of chaos. Secundus saw several lions trying to take down an elephant! One of the brave cats was impaled through the stomach and still it fought with a short blade and claws….ripping, stabbing and tearing at the eye of its killer until the wounded elephant used the carcass like an appendage to beat off its fellows!

        “A dropped spear!” The White Tiger snarled as he snatched the weapon on the run, planted his feet firm in the soil and launched it with a powerful throw deep into the eye of another Elephant!”

        Secundus’s childhood friend Bercolus (A Korean yellow Tiger) ran to his aid and tackled the White Tiger clear before a charging Elephant got to stomp him into the mud! “GET UP!” The Korean Tiger snarled as he snap fired an arrow to stop a charging rhino then hacked its sword carrying hand off with his sword! Bercolus whirled on his feet and stabbed the Rhino in his heart through the crease in his chest armor! “ARE YOU GOING TO SIT THERE?!” Bercolus snapped out as he kicked the dying Rhino off his blade. “GET SOME ORGANIZATION BACK INTO THIS CHAOS!”
    Secundus screamed out….”FORM BLOCK!” And the Romans quickly ran to his place of standing to form a square of shields with protruding long lances and short Gladius fighting swords…

    “What a great party!” A wolf snarled as one of his comrades quickly bandaged an open wound in his side...”Don’t tie it too tight or I can’t move!”

     “If I don’t, you’ll bleed to death!” The other wolf yelped.

     “Death in the service of Rome is glorious.” Oppius Accius growled.

      From his place on the Nalo Heights,  Melilis the Rhino and Captain commanding the height defenses stood with his aid Odiakus (black ram) and their message runner Kokacius (White ram) as they watched part of the heavy legion taking on the still landing force of Romans…

      “I admit….these predators are supervene fighters.” Melilis groaned.

      “It’s their trait.” Odiakus replied. “They’re born with with it, we have to learn it. Yet our larger cousins will take care of those dogs and cats with ease.”

     “You forget those dish and milk lickers are backed by the little ones and they’re raining bolts down like lightening. It may not be easy to take down an elephant but it’s being done quite well. We should have never turned our backs on the little ones.” Melilis said mournfully. He knew the river was running red with the bodies of otters who were throwing themselves crazy at the oncoming war elephants….

     Aris the otter splashed back into the river and swam to his brother Sergios as he dropped back in….

    “GOT A RHINO IN THE EYE! TWO WOLVES CUT HIM TO SHREDS!” The young otter yelped with joy then gasped as he saw the vicious cut in his brother’s leg...”Oh Sergios!”

 
        “Just a graze tear.” The other otter replied with a smile. “A nice battle scar that will make.”

         Aris snatched his brother by an arm and pulled him behind him...”Aris?! What the hell?!”

        “We have to get you out of the water to the healer or that wound will become fectant!” Aris yelped.

         “Oh stop being such a baby!” Sergios snorted as he stopped their swim. “It’s not that deep?”

        Aris snatched Sergios by his tail and grabbed his wounded leg...”You have a cloud of blood coming out of it and it’s not deep? Stop being stupid? Mother would scold me for not looking after you.”

       “Mother has thirty cubs. My life for their lives is acceptable.” Sergios snorted. “Now get a wrapping, bind it and let’s keep killing these big lumbering brutes!”

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
4:30 pm
The Temple of Tocarus

      “More pitch!” Larotius snarled as he pulled down drapes, threw bundles of parchments and gutted open the stomachs of some of the temple priests and priestesses for their fat before they were thrown onto the burn pile. He turned to Cypselos and gently petted his head. “Are you feeling better?”

       “Yes.” The fox replied. “Running that little bitch deer through made me so happy!” Cypselos snarled as he pointed at the gutted remains of a deer priestesses. “We ate what we could of her.”

       “You haven’t lost your predation skills….good.” Larotius said licking his lips. “Everyone! Have we set everything to light up?”
     Asphalion appeared with a wooden cask in his paws. “Not yet. Look what I found?”

      Larotius and the other foxes gathered around. “What is it?”

     “Nitron.” Asphalion snickered. “They have a whole room full of it for little “tricks” when they do their religious practices. It’s highly flammable and if it’s lit right? It can flame up like crazy! The whole room alone could rip this building apart!”

        Cypselos nodded. “Will make one great spectacle. But what about your legion? Where are they?”

        Larotius looked up at the octic hole on the dome of the temple and noted the sun reflections. “They should be coming close if they didn’t run into a patrol or some large formation to hold them up. We’ll know when they send up a smoke signal after Garay and his gang capture the gate. We have to hold our fire just a little longer.”

       Eetion came up and bowed himself low….”Great wolf of Rome? We have nothing to offer you for your graciousness in saving our lives. If you wish to use us for your pleasure?...”

      “How many times do I have to say that your days of being whores are over? Do you all not have respect for yourselves? I don’t want anything save your tallents to help us bring down the Tuskers, that’s all I ask of you.” Larotius picked Eetion up off the floor. “Now stop this debasing yourselves, it’s so sickening.”

      The fox threw himself around Larotius and wept unashamed...”Our liberator! Our savior! We will die for you!”

       “The intent is to live….not die.” Larotius said as he embraced the foxes. “Now let’s stop this tear river and get to work with that Nitron. By now Garay and his gang have a plan going to take the gates.”

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
4:30 pm
The Castle and gate of the Tusker royals

      Garay’s band was bound and ball gagged again, some in the wagon while others walked behind it tied at the neck. Garay himself was in feral form wearing a black collar with a leash which the rabbit Bersalus held as he walked along side the white wolf…

      “This time? Act placid and rub around me as if you love me.” Bersalus said. “Tuck your tail, drop your ears and all that kind of female stuff.”

       Garay snorted. “This is going to be so embarrassing. Perhaps a fox would have been better?”

       “You’ll get more attention, trust me.” The rabbit replied as he walked up to the main door of the castle….”Ho my good friends of Tusker!” Bersalus yelped. “I am Bersalus the traveling entertainer and socialator. In these troubled times it is more important than ever to bring to the royal court some light hearted jestering to keep the senses and thoughts in balance would you not agree?” The rabbit said to the two big elephant guards.

       Garay responded quickly by playing submissive and rubbing himself all over the bunny with playful whines and gentle moans….”Alright...alright my pet! Sheesh….he works so hard to be a pleaser this one. Have you ever seen a more beautiful white wolf? Broke him as a cub myself and he’s loved me ever since….oh come here my beautiful lovely...” Bersalus said as he pulled on Garay’s leash and brought the wolf to a snoot to snoot trade of lips and tongue….

     “Ugh….fricken bunny slobber.” Garay snorted in thought. “The things I have to do to advance Rome. I deserve ten times more taken treasure than I ask for!”

       Bersalus smiled pleasingly as he petted Garay’s snoot...”Yes...he is my special joy. So soft to sleep with and so eager to mate. May I please offer my little troop to the delectation of the court?” Bersalus asked one of the elephant guards.

       The royal family has joined the legions in facing the threat of the Roman hordes. The only member not allowed to go into combat is Prince Toolie..for obvious reasons. Perhaps you can keep him entertained so he doesn’t bother the rest of us? I for one am since of his feminine twist...wish he was sent in with the legion and out up front...preferably way up front so at least they can fake that he died with a little honor.”

        Bersalus asked. “So? We may enter?”

        “That you may.” The elephant replied as he banged his spear on the ground to summon someone from inside the castle…

        “Escort this caravan of whores to the chamber of his royal highness the prince...better yet….the “Princess” so “she” can be entertained.”

        Bersalus pulled on Garay’s leash...”Come my lovely? You for certain will please his royal highness won’t you?”

        Bersalus lead the small caravan through the main gate door of the castle as Garay walked and whispered to him…

        “Well done….but your mouth leaves much to be desired.” Garay snorted.

       “What did you expect?” Bersalus replied. “The scent of a kill? Just keep to your part and don’t show any complaints.”

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
5pm
The Lightning Legion less than five miles from Chelsea

       The skirmishes were fast and over with quickly as the last patrols of Tusker scouts was run through and left stripped to their bones with brutal efficiency. Williamus had one of the scouts, a rat? The scout claimed to be a “meercat” that’s what he told those who captured him? He thought it might be a little entertaining for his little brother to “play” with the bothersome mammal. Give the younger wolf an opportunity to cultivate some cold brutality. The Meerkat was tied to a stake and forced to watch as his dear friend Pumbatus the warthog was being dissected slowly while still alive. The hog’s rear limbs had been skillfully cut off and the wounds burned so he would not bleed out. His larger tusks had been brutally ripped from his mouth and his snoot had been shattered by a clubbing…

       “Timonius had not been harmed...at least not yet. The Romans had dropped a short sword before him which would only serve to get the Meercat killed quickly but the same could not be said for his friend….

        Pumbatus coughed and gagged from the blood leaking from his wounded mouth….”Timonius? Please? Please kill me?” Pumbatus pleaded. “Timonius?…...I’m suffering….please kill me?”

         “I can’t! I can’t Pumbatus! Don’t ask me too?!” The Meercat sobbed.

          “Please Timonius! I’m in pain!” The hog screamed...then he screamed in dread and horror as two big Roman wolves walked up to him and started to grab him in their paws….

         “NO!…...NO!…...TIMONIUS! HELP ME!” Pumbatus screamed as he was rolled onto his back….

         And his genitals were cut off his body with a tree saw...Tiomonius buried his head between his legs to muffle the screams of his slow dying comrade who lay moaning in horrible agony as Timonius turned his back and fell on his knees….

“Please Wolves of Rome! Show some compassion!” Timonius begged. “Please kill him! Stop his screaming? I can’t take it any more!”

Alexander walked up to where Timonius was tied up and looked back to his big brother. The expectation being that the young wolf would show absolutely no mercy, care nor concern for the little light brown rodent’s sobbing….

“You have a sword there Meercat? Maybe you should use it to save your friend from his pain? Are you some kind of warrior or someone’s house pet?” Alex said as he walked around the Meercat and slapped him around like a play toy. “I can’t believe such a pathetic weakling as you was paired up with this pig? At least he “tried” to fight.”

Alexander licked his teeth and smiled with sickening delight at the shivering mammal’s fear of him...”SLAP!” “DO IT! KILL HIM!” “SLAP!” Worthless prey scum! Kill him!”

“I can’t!” Timonius cried.

Alexander glared at the Meerkat wickedly...”Then maybe he needs to see you suffer some pain?” The wolf cub snatched Timonius by an arm and began to rip away at his cloth tunic…

“What are you doing! Please?!” Timonius cried as he was stripped bare and forced to the ground while Alexander tore away his Roman armor skirt….

“I’ve always wondered if a small thing like you could be pliable?” The wolf cub growled hungrily as he forced himself between Timonius’s legs!

The Present
3am
The Gray house

“Yelp! Fluck!” Alex noised as he shot up to sit on the bed and winced to the blood and adrenal rush that surged into his head. It took a few minutes for things to come into focus in the dim lighted bed room.

“Mfff….Will…..really?” The young wolf groaned as he gently pulled Will’s paw fingers out of his behind with a watery “pop”. No wonder why Alex was having such a vivid dream of butt raping a Meerkat? He sat a little while till his own hard on shrank back into his sheath and then waddled into the kitchen for a bottle of water…

“Fluck! The Roman wolves were some sick mother flucks.” Alex groaned. “Well snit….after all…..Rome was kinda built on rape. The founding female wolf? Raped. The population built? By rape. The food supply? Provided by rape. And I’m getting super hard….from rape? Ugh I am one messed up cub.”

Alex looked at the clock. “Three? It’s three in the morning? I thought it was a little later? Uh….this is like a seriously messed up Charles Chickens Christmas Carol….”Bing? At the stroke of two….you shall be raped by the Spirit of Christmas cum present.” I need to lay off the sex comics and “kick bunny” for a while really.”

While he leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped his water….Alex decided to “re-write” that little Meerkat rape moment….

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
5pm
The Lightning Legion less than five miles from Chelsea

 Alexander walked up to where Timonius was tied up and looked back to his big brother. The expectation being that the young wolf would show absolutely no mercy, care nor concern for the little light brown rodent’s sobbing….

“You have a sword there Meercat? Maybe you should use it to save your friend from his pain? Are you some kind of warrior or someone’s house pet?” Alex said as he walked around the Meercat and slapped him around like a play toy. “I can’t believe such a pathetic weakling as you was paired up with this pig? At least he “tried” to fight.”

Alexander licked his teeth and smiled with sickening delight at the shivering mammal’s fear of him...”SLAP!” “DO IT! KILL HIM!” “SLAP!” Worthless prey scum! Kill him!”

“I can’t!” Timonius cried.

Alexander walked over to Pumbatus, snatched his head up by his head tuft, took his own sharp Gladius to the pig’s neck and cut it half way open to let the pig bleed out, gag, choke and die…

Timonius collapsed in crying and tears as his friend suffered to his end only to be roughly pulled to his feet and have his cloth tunic ripped from his body by the young wolf…

“Bah!” Alexander snorted. “You’re not even worth the time to rape.” The young wolf snarled as he threw Timonius to the dirt and kicked him hard in the stomach. “So?…..piece of snit rodent….what does your kind eat?”

   Timonius cowarded as he tried to hide his nakedness...”grubs….sometimes eggs if I’m lucky.” The Meerkat said softly.

    Alexander jacked him up by an arm! “I asked you a question Meerkat and I expect a clear answer! What…..do you…..eat?!”

    Timonius answered louder...”grubs….sometimes eggs if I’m lucky.”

     Alexander turned his head towards Williamus and the older wolf nodded and waved a paw….

     “It would seem that my brother judges you a predator.” Alexander said as he waved for a lion to come up. “Unlucky for your friend the pig but lucky for you. Consider yourself “a property” of Rome….slave.”

      The lion snatched up Timonius in his jaws and the Meerkat kicked and screamed that he would be devoured….

      “Stop thrashing about or you will cut yourself open.” The lion said as he finger flicked Timonius off the head...”I am Simbius your new owner, be thankful you have mercy to live.”

       As if Timonius had any wish to be thrown into slavery….he urinated in the lion’s mouth hoping for a swift death…

       “Nice attempt Meerkat.” Simbius snorted. “But I’m not bothered by your tricks. As a predator and a slave however? You will find that you have greater freedoms to enjoy than perhaps the Tuskers allowed you...that is if you please me properly?”

       “Please you?” Timonius sighed. “Why doesn’t that sound good?” The Meerkat worried as he was carried off.     
                  
The Present
3:15am
The Gray house

      “Oh kay…?” Alex moaned as he thought. “I exchanged “me” raping the Meerkat for a lion with big balls who’s going to rape him? Yup...I deffinatly need to tone down my wicked cravings for sure.” The young wolf cub said to himself as he walked back to the bedroom and climbed back into bed with his older brother. The Dan Canine series was still playing on as it seemed the Romans were getting ready to “slam both ends” of the elephant empire.

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
6pm
The Lightning Legion less than five miles from Chelsea
The food stocks and slavery cages

       Ademi was thrown into a wooden cage with Dimius falling on top of him as the the door was shut behind them. After a little time, a bear came up and threw balls of lettuce and some carrot bunches in on the dirt floor…

      “Eat….if you want to live.” The ursine said. “If you want death? You won’t get it quick enough for your liking.”

       Dimius snatched up a ball and looked at Ademi who had backed himself into a corner and sat with his ears drooped in mourning…
       “Ademi? Eat it. We have to keep our strength up.” Dimius said. “Seems they like us and want us to stay around a while so eat.”

       Ademi shook his head...”I would rather die like Myri.”

      “SLAP!” Dimius gave Ademi a good strong face slap! “Eat this or I’ll force it down your snoot! Don’t you leave me alone! Don’t you even think of it?!”

      “I…...HATE YOU!” Ademi snapped. “I’ve always hated you! You never cared about anyone! You’re an enemy of Pan, a dirty loner and a filthy beast!”

     Ademi turned himself away from the black goat but why would he allow Dimius to sit back to back with him? Both goat kids sat in silence and for the moment….everything around them was too quiet….too peaceful….

     “Hey?” Dimius asked. “You’re munching that ball of lettuce to loud, cut it out. Do you feel better now?”

     “I’m sorry I lashed out at you.” Ademi replied. “Guess I felt really hopeless.”

    “Yeah….I guess that happens when your village gets destroyed, your loved ones all get killed and you watch your friends raped to death.” Dimius said as he rested his head on his knees. “We’re alive thought? You and I? And we’re both still virgins so I guess that’s a plus….just don’t let me get torn open by a bear...ugh….talk about “hare splitting”.”

     “How you can keep so normal when we’re doomed makes me nervous.” Ademi said as he continued eating. “So? What made you hate Pan?”

     “I found out that statues can’t do anything for you.” Dimius replied. “You know I had a younger brother? His name of Gregonisus...named after my Grandfather.”

       Ademi turned around. “I didn’t know you had a little brother?”

      Dimius turned...”Yeah….he was so cute. We…..we didn’t do any stuff together but we were very close. One day we were playing near the river on a  rise and he fell into the water. I chased him down and found him washed up. Not breathing...I carried him to that dumb statue and begged for hours for Pan to give him back to me...since then? I never cared for that statue or Pan, screw em to death. I guess I’m such a wicked heretic huh?”

      Ademi sighed….”I’ve begun to think the statue was all garbage too. My faith got me nothing but here with a loud mouth, unkempt jerk...who sometimes? I actually looked up too.”

     “Oh wow...” Dimius replied. “Pan will send you to the underworld with your eyes cut out! Oooooo….hanging around with me the stink hole of….”

     Ademi suddenly kissed Dimius on his lips...”I said I…..sometimes looked up to you didn’t I?”

     Dimius wiped his lips...”You’re kissing is terrible. It’s a wonder you “ever” got picked up by anyone. And yet? To be thrown in the same cage as you is keeping me alive. That’s what we have to do Ademi….stay alive no matter what. For each other….so we don’t die alone. I can’t bear the thought of having no one to call out to when the time comes….and I don’t want it too come to easily you know?”

      “Yes.” Ademi replied. “I don’t want to die alone….”

      Both goat kids looked long at each other before they tenderly joined their lips and tongues in soft kissing…

End of Chapter 9