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decides that the best lessons are sometimes taught with his Khopesh.. \n\nWarning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), Snuff (killing of at least one character in the story), Violence (Battle scenes), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. 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Twomasks now uses his time to collect prizes, but also to keep the work that he and Menni started so long ago in tracking down those who deserve punishment.
In the Dakhla Oasis, Twomasks hears of a caravan that had been attacked out in the desert and decides that the best lessons are sometimes taught with his Khopesh..

Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), Snuff (killing of at least one character in the story), Violence (Battle scenes), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please dont go any further...
", "writing": "Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), Snuff (killing of at least one character in the story), Violence, and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now\n\n\n\nAncient Egypt 1270bc\n\nThe hot desert wind whips up small whirls of sand around the raccoon’s feet as he pads through the golden sand of the western Egyptian desert. \n\nThe Egypt he knew when he grew up, when he lived with and loved Menni had long since changed. Changed into something so large, so powerful that there wasn’t a known civilization in the known world that could match its power, or its empire. \n\nPharaoh Ramesses II ruled as not just a god, but a diplomat and military commander, having crushed anyone who dared challenge the might and power of Egypt. Where Pyramids were once the most revered tombs for pharaohs, now tombs cut into rock, similar to the one Menni and his brother were resting in – were used in the isolated, guarded valley of the kings. \n\nWhere once the defence of Egypt relied on simple local militia soldiers back in 2600BC, now Egypt boasted the most powerful professional armies in the world, flush with bronze weapons and shields, and the now infamous war chariots that had been used in their thousands just 4 years ago in the Battle of Kadesh.\n\nMost importantly to Twomasks however, Seth, or Set as many spoke of him now – had been projected to being one, of, if not the most important god in Egypt, after centuries of being villainised by focusing on the story of the murder of Osiris by the hands of Set.. But now, as the personal god of Ramesses II, he was worshiped in the largest temple ever constructed to Set in the new capital of Egypt Pi-Ramesses… This was truly a golden age. \n\nA lot can happen in 1317 years. Not just to a country, a nation and then an empire – but personally. \n\nLoosing Menni had impacted Twomasks deeply… he had taken only one other apprentice, Tiyet, who had taught him the value of a name. But with the second blow of her loss, he had remained without another, focusing on his mission to Set, and continuing to never forget his beloved Menni, or Tiyet. \n\nWith the rise of his homeland, the invasions and tumult of favoured and disfavoured deities – Twomasks had decided to play a quiet role in its development. He would always take offerings to Set, but he would be a silent protector of Egypt, just as he’d started over a millennia ago, dealing with the Scorpions.\n\nIt was this part of his mission that had brought him to the hot soft desert sand under his feet, walking towards a large rocky outcrop with a large chasm eroded through it, causing a small valley between two rocky cliff faces. \n\nA couple of days ago, a trade caravan from the west had been heading to the Dakhla Oasis, traveling one of the important trade routes. They had been attacked by a large group of Meshwesh, or Ma as the Egyptians called them, warriors. They had killed several of the traders and their families, as well as the guards who were there to protect the caravan. Several camels had been lost along with the goods they’d been carrying – and after defensive actions by the guards, the remainder of the caravan had managed to make it to the Oasis…\n\nTwomasks had been at the Oasis on his own ‘business’ when news spread quickly across the trading community with its fortified garrison about the attack... Though he knew the garrison was going to respond, he decided to use the opportunity to go and teach his own kind of lesson first. \n\nAs he neared the entrance to the valley, he could see a dark line spread thinly across it. Occasionally the glint of the sun bouncing from metal could be seen, along with a little dust being kicked up by the feet of a group of fifty or so warriors shimmering in the heat of the sun. \n\nTwomasks kept his pace, walking through the sand, knowing to the marauders he’d look like a simple isolated figure, dressed in his sand-coloured tunic and kilt, a hood over his head and a piece of cloth over his muzzle to keep sand at bay. It would only be when he drew closer, they’d notice his bronze Khopesh and knife held on his belt…\n\nThe group of warriors spread across the valley entrance started mumbling, waiting for some kind of instruction as they saw the figure approaching across the sand.. \n\n“ENOUGH prattling.” A large cheetah barked out, his voice echoing between the rocky cliffs. “It’s one measly peasant – hardly a response from the ‘mighty’ Egyptian scum!” he sneered.\n\nThough the cheetah was well built, he looked only in his 20s, a couple of small scars to his face and arms where the fur had failed to grow back after injuries in previous combat – but he had the baring of someone much more advanced in years from his experiences in battle. \n\n“You four.” The Cheetah said pointing to four of the warriors closet to him, “Go deal with this. Bring back anything of value.” \n\nThe four warriors made up of two hyenas, a lion and a dog grinned, revelling in a chance to deal with an easy victim and to claim glory for the group. They set off from the line, jogging out towards the figure approaching some six hundred feet away still.\n\nThe cheetah stood, looking out as the four he’d chose closed on the figure. \n\n\nTwomasks saw the four break off out from the line and start making their way towards him… He smirked, and stopped, letting them come to him, his hand resting on the hilt of his Khopesh sword. \n\nThe four closed to within 12 feet before one of the hyenas called out “What’s a stupid creature like you doing out here all alone!?” \n\nTwomasks, still waiting, scanned each of them checking out the weapons they had before looking back at the hyena who had addressed him, then in their own language he replied “The only stupid creatures in this desert, are those who attack Egypt.” \n\nThe four warriors hesitated slightly, hearing the stranger respond in their own language – but catching the Egyptian accent all the same... \n\nThe lion laughed “They sent a diplomat? On his own?” he laughed again “Without an escort?! Is the great Pharaoh running out of soldiers?!”\n\nThe four laughed as they closed to four feet, stopping in a semi-circle in front of the raccoon, their swords already drawn at the ready in their hands \n\n\nTwomasks snickered “Diplomat? Hah, no. Just a little bit of Set’s vengeance, here especially for you.” He said with an ominous tone\n\nThe four burst out into laughter. \n\nThe other hyena stepped forward laughing, bringing his sword up “Yeah? We’ll see.” He said before swinging his sword at the raccoon, aiming for a clean blow to his neck. \n\nTwomasks swiftly brought his Khopesh up and across his front from right to left, parrying the incoming blade away and with his offhand, holding his bronze knife, he thrust it out, straight up through the bottom of the attacking hyena’s head and up. \n\nThere was a split second that seemed to draw out into minutes as the hyena’s expression dropped to vacant, before dropping his weapon, and falling to the ground, Twomask’s hand withdrawing the knife as the hyena fell. He then looked up at the other three without saying a word, his eyes focussed with a steely determination. \n\n“Shit! He killed Siamun!” The dog shouted out, “Kill the bastard!!” \n\nThe three closed quickly, but Twomasks was ready, and as the three all swung their swords in, he angled his Khopesh to catch the blades in the hooked part of the blade, then thrust them backwards, sending them all off balance. In one smooth motion, he brought his blade back round, cutting deep into the lion’s leg, sending him to the ground as he turned back to parry the first attack from the remaining hyena who’d found his footing a little sooner than the dog. \n\nWith the lion on the ground with an injured leg, he had only two to deal with now. The dog charged once again seeing the hyena’s bladed parried away – trying to make a strike to the raccoon’s left side... but the raccoon swiftly brought the knife back up, catching the sword at the hilt, twisting it and sending the sword flying from the dog’s grasp, landing with a soft thud in the sand. \n\nTwomasks was mindful of yet another slashing attack coming from the hyena on his right, and ducking he dodged out of the way, bringing his Khopesh backup and slashing across the hyena’s chest. \n\nThe hyena yelped out, seeing the dog rushing to retrieve his own sword, only to spot the raccoon thrust his khopesh at him – feeling the coolness of the metal as it ran straight through his chest and out his back.\n\nThe hyena let out a partial cough, his muzzle feeling with blood, before Twomasks ripped the blade back from him, leaving the hyena to drop to his knees in the sand, then turning to the dog who had managed to get his sword. \n\nThe dog charged again, angry at the sight of seeing yet another of his band fall, but with a flick of the raccoon’s hand – the bronze knife flew at him – landing with a thud, right between his eyes. \n\nThe dog fell, lifeless into the sand. \n\nTwomasks retrieved his knife from the dog’s head… \n\nHe turned towards the lion who was still on the ground clinging to his leg, having just seen two of who he knew were some of the best fighters in the band having fallen within seconds of each other… \n\nThe lion looked up, fear starting to cross his face as the raccoon loomed over him “W-who are you?” \n\nTwomasks smirked behind the cloth covering his muzzle, “Fuck with Egypt, and you fuck with me...” He said cutting the belt free of lion, and flicking his kilt and undergarments to the side, leaving the lion’s sheath and balls exposed to the heat of the sun\n\n“W-what the fuck?!” the lion stammered back, starting to feel faint from the loss of blood from his leg, but for some reason lost to himself, his dick had grown from his sheath just enough for the raccoon to now reach down and grasp at it, teasing it and drawing it further from its fluffy protection.\n\nTwomasks once again grinned, feeling the lion harden up quickly, despite his blood loss… “Yeah. No more fucking for this anymore” he smirked, bringing the hooked part of his blade down, and with no pause, still holding the lion’s 6 inch barbed shaft in his left hand, the hooked blade sliced through the lion member as if it had been made of papyrus. \n\nThe lion screamed out as he felt his precious length sliced from him, the raccoon bringing it up to the cloth over his nose, breathing in the lion’s scent – a drip of pre transferring to the cloth and darkening a small spot… \n\nTwomasks nodded slightly, the lion’s scent was heady and seemed to suggest he’d jerked off not long since … “Enjoy the sun.” He said tucking the severed lion dick into one of the pouches on his belt and stepping over the dying cat, towards the valley entrance.\n\n\nBack with the line of raiders, the Cheetah had watched as all four were taken swiftly by the single stranger… as he watched the raccoon kneel down, seeming to cut something from the lion he snarled … “EVERYONE, GET THAT BASTARD!” \n\nThe whole line advanced at a charge. The dust kicking up behind them as they ran into the hot dusty sand. \n\nTwomasks smirked once again. They had the numbers, but there wasn’t a person on the continent who could fight like he could… Something that could only come of over a millennium of training.\n\nThe sand vibrated slightly as the group closed on him, their swords raised and at the ready. Once again, Twomasks stopped, watching – waiting. \n\nAs the first of them closed on him, swinging their swords, he ducked and rolled forward, slicing up between the first warrior’s legs. \n\nTwomask’s khopesh sliced through the linen undergarment and through the poor husky’s sack, the fluffy pouch of balls dropping into the sand as the husky fell forward, while Twomasks had already stood, taking a number of the warriors by surprise at his appearance amongst them. \n\nUsing the brief moment of surprise, Twomasks dispatched three more warriors before the next had brought their sword down on him. \n\nTwomasks, once more caught the sword with his knife, thrusting his khopesh up through the attacking falcon’s head before ripping it back out with a dramatic flourish – bringing every single one of the attacking raiders to suddenly step back, realising they weren’t dealing with just a simple fighter…\n\nThe band made space, opening up an area where in the centre, stood Twomasks and four more of their dead brethren, and another castrated one, crawling to leave the space. \n\nTwomasks bent down and picked up the fluffy pouch of husky balls from the sand, holding them up. He grinned and pulled down the cloth covering his muzzle finally. “All of you will soon have less than this guy has right now…” \n\nThe Cheetah leader now pushed through the line of his warriors, sneering at them for holding back “You’re all fucking impotent already….” He said to them before turning his gaze to the lone combatant “… I don’t know where you learnt to fight, but you fight well.” \n\nTwomasks looked back at the cheetah ... “I don’t know how you fight, because you haven’t done any yet. Instead sending your lackies in first.” He said waving his bloody khopesh in the direction of the bodies \n\nThe cheetah growled “Then lets fix that.” He said, drawing his own large straight sword from his belt and charging at the raccoon.\n\nTwomasks once more stood still before moving at the last moment – dodging to the side of the heavy swing the cat took at him, spinning and landing a glancing slash to the cheetah’s back, drawing a thin red line across the yellow and black fur visible from the now sliced open tunic. \n\nThe cheetah let out a snarl, turning round with yet another growl, getting angrier by the second – now he’s being made to look a fool of in front of the others. “Enough fucking about, raccoon!” he shouted out and once more moved on Twomasks.\n\nTwomasks stood firm, and as the cheetah swung his sword, he parried it away, bringing his knife back into the fight once more, thrusting out with an aim of stabbing the cheetah in the side, but the cat brought his own arm down, wearing a bronze bracer and deflected Twomasks’ knife before it could find its mark. \n\nOnce again, the cat swung his blade down, trying to cleave into the raccoon’s shoulder, but Twomasks swiftly drew his blade back up – catching the cheetah’s sword in the hook of the Khopesh… there was a brief pause… and both Twomasks and the cheetah realised the ground had begun to shake slightly… An earthquake perhaps? \n\nThe sound of rumbling started to be heard from the east… \n\nThe ring of warriors encircling the two fighters at the centre started to turn, seeing a huge cloud of sand rising up from the desert like a tidal wave crossing an ocean… They began running for the valley.. abandoning the scene... \n\nTwomasks smirked, knowing exactly what was about to happen. The cheetah however had to wait for the warriors to break line enough to see the dark line of charging horses, flanked with war chariots quickly closing on the group. \n\nThe cheetah let out one more frustrated growl, ripping his blade back from the raccoon’s khopesh and began his own retreat. \n\nThe thundering hooves of horses grew closer and closer, Twomasks remained in place as the warriors fled from him... \n\nThe chariots closed on the raccoon – the sight and sound being something that surely had only ever been drawn up by nature before chariots had found their way to battle. \n\nHe had expected the chariots to charge him down, making ready to dodge out of the way of the speeding machines – but as they approached, they split, and went around both sides of him, charging on past to deal with the warriors as they attempted to flee back the valley they’d intended to be a choke point. \n\nTwomasks watched the chariots pass by, pulling the cloth back up over his muzzle as the sand engulfed him. He could hear the sound of battle, the group of bandits being taken down by the height of warfare technology, and as the dust settled around him, and his surroundings slowly came back into view, he spotted a commander riding out towards him. \n\nTwomasks dusted himself off, and stood in place once again as the chariot drew up in front of him. \n\nThe commander was a tiger, dressed in the Pharaohs army tunic and kilt, looking down at the raccoon still holding his bloody Khopesh and knife. “You fight like Set himself.” He said simply “who are you?” \n\nTwomasks looked back “A son of Egypt, working for Set.” He replied\n\nThe commander smirked and nodded… the Pharaoh had many secrets, and he decided that the raccoon could quite easily be one of them. He turned and headed back to the rest of his soldiers, mopping up and capturing the last of the raiders. \n\nTwomasks finally turned and started his way back to the Oasis, cleaning off his blades and making sure his prizes were still safe in the pouch on his belt. He’d not quite claimed all the prizes he’d hoped for, but he’d made his point.\n\n\nThat evening he watched from the top of the protective stone wall around the small town as the garrison’s chariots returned from the battle, bringing several prisoners – one of which being the well-built cheetah. He knew they were all going to be sent to Pi-Ramesses over the next couple of days for execution, but tonight – they were going to be guests of the garrison… and that would be a perfect time to pay the Cheetah a visit…\n\n\nThe sun had been set an hour or so, and the night sky had turned from its deep royal blue to the colour of jet, the stars twinkling as a large orange moon rises from the desert. The air had cooled, and a gentle breeze swept across the Dakhla Oasis as Twomasks made his way towards the imposing garrison fort at one end of the town. \n\nIts walls rose up from the ground made of mudbrick, reinforced by wooden beams, rising up to rounded crenulation on its battlements for arrows to be fired from.\n\nTwomasks took a rope and threw it up to catch on one of the wooden beams of wood near the top of the wall, then using it as an anchor he climbed slowly up the wall, making sure not to be seen.\n\nBefore pulling himself over the top, he checked either way along the wall that the coast was clear then making his way down like a shadow into the more secure part of the fort, the prison. The good thing about getting into prisons, is they were designed to keep people in, not people out, so Twomasks found himself in the room full of sturdy cages set between walls relatively easily at the side of his usual adventures..\n\nAs he quietly padded down the room, he looked into each of the cages – most of them being empty. The garrison had done their job well in removing the threat it seemed. \n\nA few of the cages held tied up, sleeping Ma warriors, but the cage he was interested soon came into view. He slipped round a wall to see the well-built cheetah tied with his hands behind his back and secured against the wall, his feet also bound, staring at the ground in front of him.\n\nTwomasks grinned as he opened the cage and slipped in, “Hello, again.” He said \n\nThe cheetah’s head snapped up and he glared back at the raccoon “So you were a distraction then.” \n\nTwomasks chuckled “No, I was going to deal with all of you alone, but the garrison beat me to it. Sometimes, chariots can be too quick huh?” He said looking over the cheetah, noting the various cuts and injuries he’d taken during the battle earlier in the day.\n\nThe cheetah growled “You would have been dead if they hadn’t turned up” \n\nThe raccoon shook his head “No. You would have been. You can fight ok, but my prize would already be mine if they hadn’t shown up when they did.” \n\n“Prize!?” the cheetah asked with a snarl\n\nTwomasks smirked and closed reaching out and groping at the restrained cat “Yes. Thank you for bringing it all the way into Egypt for me.” \n\nThe cheetah growled once again “You came back for a fuck?!” \n\nTwomasks pulled his knife from his belt and pushed it behind the cat’s belt “No.” he said slicing through it allowing the cheetah’s kilt and undergarments to fall to the floor. \n\nThe cheetah had a nicely sized uncut dick, soft, but thick looking – his foreskin wrinkled up a little from being in the cooler part of the fort... \n\nTwomasks moved closer, his nose only an inch from the cheetah’s, bringing his hand up to cover the cat’s mouth, and teasing at the cat’s dick with the cold bronze blade “I’m going to take your dick.” \n\nThe cheetah growled and tried saying something through the hand over his muzzle, but Twomasks simply gripped to keep the cat’s mouth from opening. \n\nTwomasks let his blade slowly slide over the sensitive cheetah length, teasing it – up and down the length, over the floppy tip, and feeling it twitch now and then – starting to grow just a little... “And it’s as if kitty’s dick is wanting to play too!” \n\nTwomasks moved his hand from the cat’s mouth, and down to the pouches on his belt to retrieve a piece of twine. \n\nThe cheetah snarled the moment his maw was free “What kind of sick fuck are you?!” he said before letting out a quiet squeak as the raccoon tugged tight a piece of twine around the base of his hardening dick and tying it off.\n\nThe cheetah’s dick had grown to a good seven inches, and probably could have grown at least another if Twomasks had been patient enough.. \n\nTwomasks smirked “I’m the sick fuck am I? Killing innocent traders and their family isn’t? … if this is sick? It’s an eye for an eye … or as the case of Horus and Set, a dick, for an eye.” He grinned before grasping the cheetah’s dick in his left hand and giving it a gentle rub up and down its length, feeling it throb and twitch as he did. \n\nThe cheetah gasped out, despite wanting to try to hide his feelings from his enemy – but his length had always been especially sensitive, and feeling his foreskin rolling back and forth over the head, only drove feelings of wanting to climax … even if it was one last time … “J-just … wait, don’t … take my dick. I can pay you.” \n\nTwomasks looked up from the cheetah’s eager length “Pay me huh? You know you’re going to be dead in a few days – as soon as you get to Pi-Ramesses, you’re going to be nothing but food for vultures.” \n\nThe cheetah nodded “I know where the loot from the Caravan is. Spices, Ebony, Jewels..” \n\nTwomasks snickered “Oh it’s still out there, is it? Great, now I know where I’m going next. But first – your dick.” He said before moving his blade to between the two loops of twine he’d tied. \n\nThe cheetah wanted to ask for mercy, to beg to keep his dick, but his pride got in the way… gritting his teeth, he snarled at the raccoon, though his eyes seemed to tell a different story. He didn’t want his dick cutting off… losing his life was bad enough but going to the afterlife without it …. \n\nTwomasks still teased at the cheetah’s length as he finally began to draw his knife up against the soft supple flesh of the cheetah’s most precious body part.\n\nThe mixture of pain and pleasure was confusing, the cheetah trying to work out how to react … in the end, he opened his muzzle and let out a quiet gasp, before closing his teeth together and grinding them as the pain began to set in…\n \nTwomasks continued cutting, slicing deeper into the cat’s once proud emblem of his fertility, his manliness, his capability as a leader … feeling it twitch and still trying to throb despite its banding and despite the knife now already a quarter of an inch deep into its shaft.. \n\nThe cheetah tugged as hard as he could on his restraints, trying to get his arms free from the wall, his wrists unbound – but the wall held strong, as did the rope which held him to it… he felt the knife cut deeper still…. His dick giving less and less sensation as the raccoon still teased and softly jerked off his half-severed organ.\n\nTwomasks now angled the blade up to one side to cut deeper, slicing through yet more of the shaft to one side, it now resting heavy in his own hand as the meat of the shaft was no longer sufficient to support its own weight to the cat’s body.\n\nWith one final cut, the knife sliced through what remained, and the cheetah’s uncut severed dick came free from his crotch. \n\nThe cat let out an uncharacteristic squeak of pain … \n\nTwomasks raised the cheetah’s thick 7 inch length up for the cat to see it at eye level for the first time in his life... watching as the raccoon rolled his foreskin back and forth just a little but getting no sensation from it any longer. \n\nThe cheetah watched as the tip of his own dick was pushed right up against his nose…. The warmth soaking into the soft cold skin on his face, along with the scent of his own dick, never having breathed it in so strong… The scent he’d known his whole life… private and reserved for only those he was close to …. Now taken from him with his entire member… \n\nTwomasks pulled it back triumphantly and rubbed the tip over his own nose, breathing in the scent of the cat who had been so cocky earlier in the day “not bad… But the lion you sent to me earlier, his scent was nicer.” He smirked, shoving the cat’s severed dick into one of his pouches like the piece of meat it now was. “You’re going to the afterlife without your dick. Better try get used to it in the last few days you have left...” he said before slipping back out of the cage.\n \nThe cheetah knew he was defeated… all he could do to try and maintain any pride was scowl at the raccoon as he left him... \n\nIt was then there was a yelp further up the room... Twomask’s ears turned, followed by his head in the direction from where it had come… he slowly made his way down the room, prepared for if a guard had slipped in and maybe was beating a prisoner... \n\nWhat he’d not expected was a white furred lion, looking to be about 20 years old, wearing a dark coloured tunic and kilt, and obviously not one of the raiders, slipping out of another cage that held a wolf, grasping the severed dick and balls of said wolf… \n\nThe lion blinked and froze as he saw the raccoon only a few feet away. “I can explain!” he said before squinting his eyes in the gloom “Wait.. you’re not guard... you’re that guy who was out in the desert today, aren’t you?” \n\nTwomasks nodded… trying to work out why anyone else would be cutting the junk from raiders held in prison, in a guarded fort…. “Now isn’t the time for questions. You need to come with me if you’re going to get out of here.” He said quietly trying to not draw the attention of the guards.\n\nThe lion shook his head “No, I’ve made my point.” He said before rushing past the raccoon down the room. \n\nTwomasks knew exactly what was down that direction, and it was the reason he’d come the opposite direction. He sighed and waited for the inevitable. \n\n“HALT!!!” shouted a guard suddenly \n\nThe lion growled out “HEY! Stay back!! … I mean it!!!” he shouted back, foolishly in Twomask’s mind at the guards.\n\nTwomasks could hear other guards, their sandals thudding into the area at the end of the room, signalling a security breach… “For fuck’s sake.” He said calmly to himself. \n\nHe knew if he left the way he’d come – he could be out and with the guards distracted, he’d have no problem slipping away. But, if he did that – the lion would end up caught with the junk of one of the prisoners, probably end up taking the blame for the cheetah, and end up in just as much trouble as the prisoners already in the prison…\n\nHe could hear the lion still protesting …\n\n“STAY BACK!! I mean it!!! Keep the fuck back!!” the lion shouted \n\nTwomasks was curious about this lion, obviously with the fact he’d charged past him with the junk of a wolf in his hand – but also, why he would have done it in the first place. He sighed to himself, loudly and walked towards the commotion.\n\nBy the time he’d got there the guards had grabbed the lion who was now tugging and struggling… \n\nThe other guards turned and drew their weapons on Twomasks... \n\nTwomasks spoke calmly and determined, without drawing his blade “The lion is with me.” \n\n“AND WHO ARE YOU EXACTLY?!” one of the guards snapped back\n\nThe commander of the garrison slipped around the corner, holding his own blade and looked at the group in front of him… “I would appreciate it, if those who work directly for Pharaoh would seek permission before entering my fort.” He said sounding irritated... \n\nTwomasks looked over to the commander “This was supposed to be done quietly, but my colleague here acted brashly. So, I’m sorry for the intrusion, but if we had done it any other way, it would have been against orders – so you understand yes?” \n\nThe commander still looked irritated but nodded “Let the lion go. Whatever it is the Pharaoh wishes done in the shadows is no concern of ours.” \n\nThe guards let go of the Lion, who looked over at Twomasks completely confused. \n\nTwomasks walked over to the lion and grabbed his shoulder firmly “Lets GO,” he hissed through gritted teeth “Shall we???” he said before shoving the lion towards the exit of the prison\n\nThe lion was still utterly confused about what had just happened... The raccoon worked for the Pharaoh? Why would he have saved him? \n\nTwomasks lead the lion out of the front gate of the fort, the guards letting them pass by without question… \n\nAs the two turned out of sight between two buildings, and well out of earshot – Twomasks growled and shoved the lion up against the wall “What the FUCK was that about?!” \n\nThe lion went wide eyed “I was ... I was…” he took a deep breath, and his face changed from worry to anger. “I was taking revenge for the death of my family!!! My mom, my dad, my sister all were killed by those FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!!” he shouted before tugging out the severed dick and balls of the wolf from his tunic “AND THIS?! THIS is my fucking revenge!!” \n\nTwomasks kept hold of the lion as he had his little outburst… but as the silence fell, the lion still holding up the severed wolf junk, he could feel something poking his leg…. He looked down to spot the lion, despite his anger seemed to be more than a little excited about the fact he still held the Wolf’s junk in his hand… \n\nThe raccoon sighed and stood back, letting the lion go, thinking… Then, he reached into his own pouch and pulled out the severed cheetah dick he’d taken. \n\nThe lion’s expression faded, his cheeks blushing as he realised what the raccoon had done at the same time he’d been in there... \n\nTwomasks looked back at the lion “You’re blushing a whole lot for a guy who just lost his family.” \n\nThe lion started to look a little embarrassed, noticing his boner had drawn attention as well. “I … I … I was with my family with the caravan… When we were attacked, my family were killed... our camel and all our goods lost… I was going to kill … just one of them!” he said before taking a deep breath... \n\nTwomasks watched and listened, still trying to work out what to do with the lion as he continued.\n\n“But when I got in there… when I saw that wolf guy… he deserved to die in public, so I thought the most painful, embarrassing thing to do – cut off his junk … but … as I was doing it – I … I …” the lion paused, looking down at his feet\n\nTwomasks smirked “You realised you were enjoying it?” \n\nThe lion looked up and nodded back at the raccoon. \n\nTwomasks hadn’t met anyone like this in a long, long time. He looked back at the lion, his blue eyes staring back, wondering… was it really time? “What’s your name?” \n\n“Thesy.” He replied\n\n“Ok, Thesy, come with me… and we can talk, ok?” Twomasks asked \n\nThe lion nodded, following Twomasks down the alley.\n\n\nTO BE CONTINUED …\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), Snuff (killing of at least one character in the story), Violence, and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now



Ancient Egypt 1270bc

The hot desert wind whips up small whirls of sand around the raccoon’s feet as he pads through the golden sand of the western Egyptian desert.

The Egypt he knew when he grew up, when he lived with and loved Menni had long since changed. Changed into something so large, so powerful that there wasn’t a known civilization in the known world that could match its power, or its empire.

Pharaoh Ramesses II ruled as not just a god, but a diplomat and military commander, having crushed anyone who dared challenge the might and power of Egypt. Where Pyramids were once the most revered tombs for pharaohs, now tombs cut into rock, similar to the one Menni and his brother were resting in – were used in the isolated, guarded valley of the kings.

Where once the defence of Egypt relied on simple local militia soldiers back in 2600BC, now Egypt boasted the most powerful professional armies in the world, flush with bronze weapons and shields, and the now infamous war chariots that had been used in their thousands just 4 years ago in the Battle of Kadesh.

Most importantly to Twomasks however, Seth, or Set as many spoke of him now – had been projected to being one, of, if not the most important god in Egypt, after centuries of being villainised by focusing on the story of the murder of Osiris by the hands of Set.. But now, as the personal god of Ramesses II, he was worshiped in the largest temple ever constructed to Set in the new capital of Egypt Pi-Ramesses… This was truly a golden age.

A lot can happen in 1317 years. Not just to a country, a nation and then an empire – but personally.

Loosing Menni had impacted Twomasks deeply… he had taken only one other apprentice, Tiyet, who had taught him the value of a name. But with the second blow of her loss, he had remained without another, focusing on his mission to Set, and continuing to never forget his beloved Menni, or Tiyet.

With the rise of his homeland, the invasions and tumult of favoured and disfavoured deities – Twomasks had decided to play a quiet role in its development. He would always take offerings to Set, but he would be a silent protector of Egypt, just as he’d started over a millennia ago, dealing with the Scorpions.

It was this part of his mission that had brought him to the hot soft desert sand under his feet, walking towards a large rocky outcrop with a large chasm eroded through it, causing a small valley between two rocky cliff faces.

A couple of days ago, a trade caravan from the west had been heading to the Dakhla Oasis, traveling one of the important trade routes. They had been attacked by a large group of Meshwesh, or Ma as the Egyptians called them, warriors. They had killed several of the traders and their families, as well as the guards who were there to protect the caravan. Several camels had been lost along with the goods they’d been carrying – and after defensive actions by the guards, the remainder of the caravan had managed to make it to the Oasis…

Twomasks had been at the Oasis on his own ‘business’ when news spread quickly across the trading community with its fortified garrison about the attack... Though he knew the garrison was going to respond, he decided to use the opportunity to go and teach his own kind of lesson first.

As he neared the entrance to the valley, he could see a dark line spread thinly across it. Occasionally the glint of the sun bouncing from metal could be seen, along with a little dust being kicked up by the feet of a group of fifty or so warriors shimmering in the heat of the sun.

Twomasks kept his pace, walking through the sand, knowing to the marauders he’d look like a simple isolated figure, dressed in his sand-coloured tunic and kilt, a hood over his head and a piece of cloth over his muzzle to keep sand at bay. It would only be when he drew closer, they’d notice his bronze Khopesh and knife held on his belt…

The group of warriors spread across the valley entrance started mumbling, waiting for some kind of instruction as they saw the figure approaching across the sand..

“ENOUGH prattling.” A large cheetah barked out, his voice echoing between the rocky cliffs. “It’s one measly peasant – hardly a response from the ‘mighty’ Egyptian scum!” he sneered.

Though the cheetah was well built, he looked only in his 20s, a couple of small scars to his face and arms where the fur had failed to grow back after injuries in previous combat – but he had the baring of someone much more advanced in years from his experiences in battle.

“You four.” The Cheetah said pointing to four of the warriors closet to him, “Go deal with this. Bring back anything of value.”

The four warriors made up of two hyenas, a lion and a dog grinned, revelling in a chance to deal with an easy victim and to claim glory for the group. They set off from the line, jogging out towards the figure approaching some six hundred feet away still.

The cheetah stood, looking out as the four he’d chose closed on the figure.


Twomasks saw the four break off out from the line and start making their way towards him… He smirked, and stopped, letting them come to him, his hand resting on the hilt of his Khopesh sword.

The four closed to within 12 feet before one of the hyenas called out “What’s a stupid creature like you doing out here all alone!?”

Twomasks, still waiting, scanned each of them checking out the weapons they had before looking back at the hyena who had addressed him, then in their own language he replied “The only stupid creatures in this desert, are those who attack Egypt.”

The four warriors hesitated slightly, hearing the stranger respond in their own language – but catching the Egyptian accent all the same...

The lion laughed “They sent a diplomat? On his own?” he laughed again “Without an escort?! Is the great Pharaoh running out of soldiers?!”

The four laughed as they closed to four feet, stopping in a semi-circle in front of the raccoon, their swords already drawn at the ready in their hands


Twomasks snickered “Diplomat? Hah, no. Just a little bit of Set’s vengeance, here especially for you.” He said with an ominous tone

The four burst out into laughter.

The other hyena stepped forward laughing, bringing his sword up “Yeah? We’ll see.” He said before swinging his sword at the raccoon, aiming for a clean blow to his neck.

Twomasks swiftly brought his Khopesh up and across his front from right to left, parrying the incoming blade away and with his offhand, holding his bronze knife, he thrust it out, straight up through the bottom of the attacking hyena’s head and up.

There was a split second that seemed to draw out into minutes as the hyena’s expression dropped to vacant, before dropping his weapon, and falling to the ground, Twomask’s hand withdrawing the knife as the hyena fell. He then looked up at the other three without saying a word, his eyes focussed with a steely determination.

“Shit! He killed Siamun!” The dog shouted out, “Kill the bastard!!”

The three closed quickly, but Twomasks was ready, and as the three all swung their swords in, he angled his Khopesh to catch the blades in the hooked part of the blade, then thrust them backwards, sending them all off balance. In one smooth motion, he brought his blade back round, cutting deep into the lion’s leg, sending him to the ground as he turned back to parry the first attack from the remaining hyena who’d found his footing a little sooner than the dog.

With the lion on the ground with an injured leg, he had only two to deal with now. The dog charged once again seeing the hyena’s bladed parried away – trying to make a strike to the raccoon’s left side... but the raccoon swiftly brought the knife back up, catching the sword at the hilt, twisting it and sending the sword flying from the dog’s grasp, landing with a soft thud in the sand.

Twomasks was mindful of yet another slashing attack coming from the hyena on his right, and ducking he dodged out of the way, bringing his Khopesh backup and slashing across the hyena’s chest.

The hyena yelped out, seeing the dog rushing to retrieve his own sword, only to spot the raccoon thrust his khopesh at him – feeling the coolness of the metal as it ran straight through his chest and out his back.

The hyena let out a partial cough, his muzzle feeling with blood, before Twomasks ripped the blade back from him, leaving the hyena to drop to his knees in the sand, then turning to the dog who had managed to get his sword.

The dog charged again, angry at the sight of seeing yet another of his band fall, but with a flick of the raccoon’s hand – the bronze knife flew at him – landing with a thud, right between his eyes.

The dog fell, lifeless into the sand.

Twomasks retrieved his knife from the dog’s head…

He turned towards the lion who was still on the ground clinging to his leg, having just seen two of who he knew were some of the best fighters in the band having fallen within seconds of each other…

The lion looked up, fear starting to cross his face as the raccoon loomed over him “W-who are you?”

Twomasks smirked behind the cloth covering his muzzle, “Fuck with Egypt, and you fuck with me...” He said cutting the belt free of lion, and flicking his kilt and undergarments to the side, leaving the lion’s sheath and balls exposed to the heat of the sun

“W-what the fuck?!” the lion stammered back, starting to feel faint from the loss of blood from his leg, but for some reason lost to himself, his dick had grown from his sheath just enough for the raccoon to now reach down and grasp at it, teasing it and drawing it further from its fluffy protection.

Twomasks once again grinned, feeling the lion harden up quickly, despite his blood loss… “Yeah. No more fucking for this anymore” he smirked, bringing the hooked part of his blade down, and with no pause, still holding the lion’s 6 inch barbed shaft in his left hand, the hooked blade sliced through the lion member as if it had been made of papyrus.

The lion screamed out as he felt his precious length sliced from him, the raccoon bringing it up to the cloth over his nose, breathing in the lion’s scent – a drip of pre transferring to the cloth and darkening a small spot…

Twomasks nodded slightly, the lion’s scent was heady and seemed to suggest he’d jerked off not long since … “Enjoy the sun.” He said tucking the severed lion dick into one of the pouches on his belt and stepping over the dying cat, towards the valley entrance.


Back with the line of raiders, the Cheetah had watched as all four were taken swiftly by the single stranger… as he watched the raccoon kneel down, seeming to cut something from the lion he snarled … “EVERYONE, GET THAT BASTARD!”

The whole line advanced at a charge. The dust kicking up behind them as they ran into the hot dusty sand.

Twomasks smirked once again. They had the numbers, but there wasn’t a person on the continent who could fight like he could… Something that could only come of over a millennium of training.

The sand vibrated slightly as the group closed on him, their swords raised and at the ready. Once again, Twomasks stopped, watching – waiting.

As the first of them closed on him, swinging their swords, he ducked and rolled forward, slicing up between the first warrior’s legs.

Twomask’s khopesh sliced through the linen undergarment and through the poor husky’s sack, the fluffy pouch of balls dropping into the sand as the husky fell forward, while Twomasks had already stood, taking a number of the warriors by surprise at his appearance amongst them.

Using the brief moment of surprise, Twomasks dispatched three more warriors before the next had brought their sword down on him.

Twomasks, once more caught the sword with his knife, thrusting his khopesh up through the attacking falcon’s head before ripping it back out with a dramatic flourish – bringing every single one of the attacking raiders to suddenly step back, realising they weren’t dealing with just a simple fighter…

The band made space, opening up an area where in the centre, stood Twomasks and four more of their dead brethren, and another castrated one, crawling to leave the space.

Twomasks bent down and picked up the fluffy pouch of husky balls from the sand, holding them up. He grinned and pulled down the cloth covering his muzzle finally. “All of you will soon have less than this guy has right now…”

The Cheetah leader now pushed through the line of his warriors, sneering at them for holding back “You’re all fucking impotent already….” He said to them before turning his gaze to the lone combatant “… I don’t know where you learnt to fight, but you fight well.”

Twomasks looked back at the cheetah ... “I don’t know how you fight, because you haven’t done any yet. Instead sending your lackies in first.” He said waving his bloody khopesh in the direction of the bodies

The cheetah growled “Then lets fix that.” He said, drawing his own large straight sword from his belt and charging at the raccoon.

Twomasks once more stood still before moving at the last moment – dodging to the side of the heavy swing the cat took at him, spinning and landing a glancing slash to the cheetah’s back, drawing a thin red line across the yellow and black fur visible from the now sliced open tunic.

The cheetah let out a snarl, turning round with yet another growl, getting angrier by the second – now he’s being made to look a fool of in front of the others. “Enough fucking about, raccoon!” he shouted out and once more moved on Twomasks.

Twomasks stood firm, and as the cheetah swung his sword, he parried it away, bringing his knife back into the fight once more, thrusting out with an aim of stabbing the cheetah in the side, but the cat brought his own arm down, wearing a bronze bracer and deflected Twomasks’ knife before it could find its mark.

Once again, the cat swung his blade down, trying to cleave into the raccoon’s shoulder, but Twomasks swiftly drew his blade back up – catching the cheetah’s sword in the hook of the Khopesh… there was a brief pause… and both Twomasks and the cheetah realised the ground had begun to shake slightly… An earthquake perhaps?

The sound of rumbling started to be heard from the east…

The ring of warriors encircling the two fighters at the centre started to turn, seeing a huge cloud of sand rising up from the desert like a tidal wave crossing an ocean… They began running for the valley.. abandoning the scene...

Twomasks smirked, knowing exactly what was about to happen. The cheetah however had to wait for the warriors to break line enough to see the dark line of charging horses, flanked with war chariots quickly closing on the group.

The cheetah let out one more frustrated growl, ripping his blade back from the raccoon’s khopesh and began his own retreat.

The thundering hooves of horses grew closer and closer, Twomasks remained in place as the warriors fled from him...

The chariots closed on the raccoon – the sight and sound being something that surely had only ever been drawn up by nature before chariots had found their way to battle.

He had expected the chariots to charge him down, making ready to dodge out of the way of the speeding machines – but as they approached, they split, and went around both sides of him, charging on past to deal with the warriors as they attempted to flee back the valley they’d intended to be a choke point.

Twomasks watched the chariots pass by, pulling the cloth back up over his muzzle as the sand engulfed him. He could hear the sound of battle, the group of bandits being taken down by the height of warfare technology, and as the dust settled around him, and his surroundings slowly came back into view, he spotted a commander riding out towards him.

Twomasks dusted himself off, and stood in place once again as the chariot drew up in front of him.

The commander was a tiger, dressed in the Pharaohs army tunic and kilt, looking down at the raccoon still holding his bloody Khopesh and knife. “You fight like Set himself.” He said simply “who are you?”

Twomasks looked back “A son of Egypt, working for Set.” He replied

The commander smirked and nodded… the Pharaoh had many secrets, and he decided that the raccoon could quite easily be one of them. He turned and headed back to the rest of his soldiers, mopping up and capturing the last of the raiders.

Twomasks finally turned and started his way back to the Oasis, cleaning off his blades and making sure his prizes were still safe in the pouch on his belt. He’d not quite claimed all the prizes he’d hoped for, but he’d made his point.


That evening he watched from the top of the protective stone wall around the small town as the garrison’s chariots returned from the battle, bringing several prisoners – one of which being the well-built cheetah. He knew they were all going to be sent to Pi-Ramesses over the next couple of days for execution, but tonight – they were going to be guests of the garrison… and that would be a perfect time to pay the Cheetah a visit…


The sun had been set an hour or so, and the night sky had turned from its deep royal blue to the colour of jet, the stars twinkling as a large orange moon rises from the desert. The air had cooled, and a gentle breeze swept across the Dakhla Oasis as Twomasks made his way towards the imposing garrison fort at one end of the town.

Its walls rose up from the ground made of mudbrick, reinforced by wooden beams, rising up to rounded crenulation on its battlements for arrows to be fired from.

Twomasks took a rope and threw it up to catch on one of the wooden beams of wood near the top of the wall, then using it as an anchor he climbed slowly up the wall, making sure not to be seen.

Before pulling himself over the top, he checked either way along the wall that the coast was clear then making his way down like a shadow into the more secure part of the fort, the prison. The good thing about getting into prisons, is they were designed to keep people in, not people out, so Twomasks found himself in the room full of sturdy cages set between walls relatively easily at the side of his usual adventures..

As he quietly padded down the room, he looked into each of the cages – most of them being empty. The garrison had done their job well in removing the threat it seemed.

A few of the cages held tied up, sleeping Ma warriors, but the cage he was interested soon came into view. He slipped round a wall to see the well-built cheetah tied with his hands behind his back and secured against the wall, his feet also bound, staring at the ground in front of him.

Twomasks grinned as he opened the cage and slipped in, “Hello, again.” He said

The cheetah’s head snapped up and he glared back at the raccoon “So you were a distraction then.”

Twomasks chuckled “No, I was going to deal with all of you alone, but the garrison beat me to it. Sometimes, chariots can be too quick huh?” He said looking over the cheetah, noting the various cuts and injuries he’d taken during the battle earlier in the day.

The cheetah growled “You would have been dead if they hadn’t turned up”

The raccoon shook his head “No. You would have been. You can fight ok, but my prize would already be mine if they hadn’t shown up when they did.”

“Prize!?” the cheetah asked with a snarl

Twomasks smirked and closed reaching out and groping at the restrained cat “Yes. Thank you for bringing it all the way into Egypt for me.”

The cheetah growled once again “You came back for a fuck?!”

Twomasks pulled his knife from his belt and pushed it behind the cat’s belt “No.” he said slicing through it allowing the cheetah’s kilt and undergarments to fall to the floor.

The cheetah had a nicely sized uncut dick, soft, but thick looking – his foreskin wrinkled up a little from being in the cooler part of the fort...

Twomasks moved closer, his nose only an inch from the cheetah’s, bringing his hand up to cover the cat’s mouth, and teasing at the cat’s dick with the cold bronze blade “I’m going to take your dick.”

The cheetah growled and tried saying something through the hand over his muzzle, but Twomasks simply gripped to keep the cat’s mouth from opening.

Twomasks let his blade slowly slide over the sensitive cheetah length, teasing it – up and down the length, over the floppy tip, and feeling it twitch now and then – starting to grow just a little... “And it’s as if kitty’s dick is wanting to play too!”

Twomasks moved his hand from the cat’s mouth, and down to the pouches on his belt to retrieve a piece of twine.

The cheetah snarled the moment his maw was free “What kind of sick fuck are you?!”  he said before letting out a quiet squeak as the raccoon tugged tight a piece of twine around the base of his hardening dick and tying it off.

The cheetah’s dick had grown to a good seven inches, and probably could have grown at least another if Twomasks had been patient enough..

Twomasks smirked “I’m the sick fuck am I? Killing innocent traders and their family isn’t? … if this is sick? It’s an eye for an eye … or as the case of Horus and Set, a dick, for an eye.” He grinned before grasping the cheetah’s dick in his left hand and giving it a gentle rub up and down its length, feeling it throb and twitch as he did.

The cheetah gasped out, despite wanting to try to hide his feelings from his enemy – but his length had always been especially sensitive, and feeling his foreskin rolling back and forth over the head, only drove feelings of wanting to climax … even if it was one last time … “J-just … wait, don’t … take my dick. I can pay you.”

Twomasks looked up from the cheetah’s eager length “Pay me huh? You know you’re going to be dead in a few days – as soon as you get to Pi-Ramesses, you’re going to be nothing but food for vultures.”

The cheetah nodded “I know where the loot from the Caravan is. Spices, Ebony, Jewels..”

Twomasks snickered “Oh it’s still out there, is it? Great, now I know where I’m going next. But first – your dick.” He said before moving his blade to between the two loops of twine he’d tied.

The cheetah wanted to ask for mercy, to beg to keep his dick, but his pride got in the way… gritting his teeth, he snarled at the raccoon, though his eyes seemed to tell a different story. He didn’t want his dick cutting off… losing his life was bad enough but going to the afterlife without it ….

Twomasks still teased at the cheetah’s length as he finally began to draw his knife up against the soft supple flesh of the cheetah’s most precious body part.

The mixture of pain and pleasure was confusing, the cheetah trying to work out how to react … in the end, he opened his muzzle and let out a quiet gasp, before closing his teeth together and grinding them as the pain began to set in…
 
Twomasks continued cutting, slicing deeper into the cat’s once proud emblem of his fertility, his manliness, his capability as a leader … feeling it twitch and still trying to throb despite its banding and despite the knife now already a quarter of an inch deep into its shaft..

The cheetah tugged as hard as he could on his restraints, trying to get his arms free from the wall, his wrists unbound – but the wall held strong, as did the rope which held him to it… he felt the knife cut deeper still…. His dick giving less and less sensation as the raccoon still teased and softly jerked off his half-severed organ.

Twomasks now angled the blade up to one side to cut deeper, slicing through yet more of the shaft to one side, it now resting heavy in his own hand as the meat of the shaft was no longer sufficient to support its own weight to the cat’s body.

With one final cut, the knife sliced through what remained, and the cheetah’s uncut severed dick came free from his crotch.

The cat let out an uncharacteristic squeak of pain …

Twomasks raised the cheetah’s thick 7 inch length up for the cat to see it at eye level for the first time in his life... watching as the raccoon rolled his foreskin back and forth just a little but getting no sensation from it any longer.

The cheetah watched as the tip of his own dick was pushed right up against his nose…. The warmth soaking into the soft cold skin on his face, along with the scent of his own dick, never having breathed it in so strong… The scent he’d known his whole life… private and reserved for only those he was close to …. Now taken from him with his entire member…  

Twomasks pulled it back triumphantly and rubbed the tip over his own nose, breathing in the scent of the cat who had been so cocky earlier in the day “not bad… But the lion you sent to me earlier, his scent was nicer.” He smirked, shoving the cat’s severed dick into one of his pouches like the piece of meat it now was.  “You’re going to the afterlife without your dick. Better try get used to it in the last few days you have left...” he said before slipping back out of the cage.
 
The cheetah knew he was defeated… all he could do to try and maintain any pride was scowl at the raccoon as he left him...

It was then there was a yelp further up the room... Twomask’s ears turned, followed by his head in the direction from where it had come…  he slowly made his way down the room, prepared for if a guard had slipped in and maybe was beating a prisoner...

What he’d not expected was a white furred lion, looking to be about 20 years old, wearing a dark coloured tunic and kilt, and obviously not one of the raiders, slipping out of another cage that held a wolf, grasping the severed dick and balls of said wolf…

The lion blinked and froze as he saw the raccoon only a few feet away. “I can explain!” he said before squinting his eyes in the gloom “Wait.. you’re not guard... you’re that guy who was out in the desert today, aren’t you?”

Twomasks nodded… trying to work out why anyone else would be cutting the junk from raiders held in prison, in a guarded fort….  “Now isn’t the time for questions. You need to come with me if you’re going to get out of here.” He said quietly trying to not draw the attention of the guards.

The lion shook his head “No, I’ve made my point.” He said before rushing past the raccoon down the room.

Twomasks knew exactly what was down that direction, and it was the reason he’d come the opposite direction.  He sighed and waited for the inevitable.

“HALT!!!” shouted a guard suddenly

The lion growled out “HEY! Stay back!! … I mean it!!!” he shouted back, foolishly in Twomask’s mind at the guards.

Twomasks could hear other guards, their sandals thudding into the area at the end of the room, signalling a security breach… “For fuck’s sake.” He said calmly to himself.

He knew if he left the way he’d come – he could be out and with the guards distracted, he’d have no problem slipping away. But, if he did that – the lion would end up caught with the junk of one of the prisoners, probably end up taking the blame for the cheetah, and end up in just as much trouble as the prisoners already in the prison…

He could hear the lion still protesting …

“STAY BACK!! I mean it!!! Keep the fuck back!!” the lion shouted

Twomasks was curious about this lion, obviously with the fact he’d charged past him with the junk of a wolf in his hand – but also, why he would have done it in the first place. He sighed to himself, loudly and walked towards the commotion.

By the time he’d got there the guards had grabbed the lion who was now tugging and struggling…

The other guards turned and drew their weapons on Twomasks...

Twomasks spoke calmly and determined, without drawing his blade “The lion is with me.”  

“AND WHO ARE YOU EXACTLY?!” one of the guards snapped back

The commander of the garrison slipped around the corner, holding his own blade and looked at the group in front of him… “I would appreciate it, if those who work directly for Pharaoh would seek permission before entering my fort.” He said sounding irritated...

Twomasks looked over to the commander “This was supposed to be done quietly, but my colleague here acted brashly. So, I’m sorry for the intrusion, but if we had done it any other way, it would have been against orders – so you understand yes?”

The commander still looked irritated but nodded “Let the lion go. Whatever it is the Pharaoh wishes done in the shadows is no concern of ours.”

The guards let go of the Lion, who looked over at Twomasks completely confused.

Twomasks walked over to the lion and grabbed his shoulder firmly “Lets GO,” he hissed through gritted teeth “Shall we???” he said before shoving the lion towards the exit of the prison

The lion was still utterly confused about what had just happened... The raccoon worked for the Pharaoh? Why would he have saved him?

Twomasks lead the lion out of the front gate of the fort, the guards letting them pass by without question…

As the two turned out of sight between two buildings, and well out of earshot – Twomasks growled and shoved the lion up against the wall “What the FUCK was that about?!”

The lion went wide eyed “I was ... I was…” he took a deep breath, and his face changed from worry to anger. “I was taking revenge for the death of my family!!! My mom, my dad, my sister all were killed by those FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!!” he shouted before tugging out the severed dick and balls of the wolf from his tunic “AND THIS?! THIS is my fucking revenge!!”

Twomasks kept hold of the lion as he had his little outburst… but as the silence fell, the lion still holding up the severed wolf junk, he could feel something poking his leg….  He looked down to spot the lion, despite his anger seemed to be more than a little excited about the fact he still held the Wolf’s junk in his hand…

The raccoon sighed and stood back, letting the lion go, thinking… Then, he reached into his own pouch and pulled out the severed cheetah dick he’d taken.

The lion’s expression faded, his cheeks blushing as he realised what the raccoon had done at the same time he’d been in there...

Twomasks looked back at the lion “You’re blushing a whole lot for a guy who just lost his family.”

The lion started to look a little embarrassed, noticing his boner had drawn attention as well. “I … I … I was with my family with the caravan… When we were attacked, my family were killed... our camel and all our goods lost… I was going to kill … just one of them!” he said before taking a deep breath...

Twomasks watched and listened, still trying to work out what to do with the lion as he continued.

“But when I got in there… when I saw that wolf guy… he deserved to die in public, so I thought the most painful, embarrassing thing to do – cut off his junk … but … as I was doing it – I … I …”  the lion paused, looking down at his feet

Twomasks smirked “You realised you were enjoying it?”

The lion looked up and nodded back at the raccoon.

Twomasks hadn’t met anyone like this in a long, long time. He looked back at the lion, his blue eyes staring back, wondering… was it really time?  “What’s your name?”

“Thesy.” He replied

“Ok, Thesy, come with me… and we can talk, ok?” Twomasks asked

The lion nodded, following Twomasks down the alley.


TO BE CONTINUED …
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