LUPIS GLORIA ROMANI
By Dan 1966 and Ademi
(cub/cub, adult/cub, rape, gay sex, vore, gore, torture, slavery)
Rated Quad X (And you think Caligula was bad?)
Based off of Harmarist and Kittaness Sheath and Knife Comics and Disney’s Zootopia (c) 2016
Dan Canine’s Lupis Gloria Romani, The Dark History of the Great Zootopian Middle Age, The Lupinian Roman Empire.
“By the typical numbers...we know that on average, Gazelle usually draws big herds at her concerts doesn’t she? By the best estimate when you factor in every lion, tiger, bear, bunny, badger, mouse, rat and marsupial fan with a ticket at a Gazelle concert...she usually tops around the seven to ten thousand rump and tail per seat filled. That’s a pretty fair estimation.”
“Now...let’s say you’re Caesar? And I brought you in my time machine to a Gazelle concert and let you walk up to the microphone on the stage and announce to the crowd that they were going to help you build a bridge, working 24 hours a day, for four days, with little sleep, by paws and claws, with axes and ancient wood working tools and techniques and it’s not going to be your average nine to five pay check job and guess what? There’s no health care plan, no insurance, no regulations and a whole mess of you?…..especially if you’re a prey mammal? You’re going to work till you die.”
“If Caesar escapes without getting mauled, beaten, tazed, shot or making viral history on face-paw or Paw-tube… he’ll be the luckiest mammal in the world. We could not do today what the Lupinian Romans did over the Roana River. Our modern sensitivities and our care based society would not tolerate even a wisp of such a plan getting out of a drawing room. Goats, Deer and horses abused and pushed until they died tied to carts? Criminal! Mammals working without any form of physical reward? Preposterous! No unions to protect the workers? No regulations of safety? No holidays, no vacations, very little respite? Who is the maniac organizing this madness? Meet my lawyer…..you bastard!”
“We could not do today….anything close to the ferocity, the dedication, the speed or the purpose that the Lupinian Romans did with Caesar’s bridge. Let’s keep this in mind about this period. Rome has all but exhausted the prey population in the Zootopia proper and the larger lands around it. A huge number of prey have escaped to the protection of the Tuskers over the Roana River. Rome is forced to make a Navy….so they can fish for meat. Do the math….more Predators and few pray? It’s not going to be long….before the predators begin to turn on each other. This is why Caesar is on this expedition and why he is building this bridge. Beyond the Roana is more food and that’s a serious motivation for his army.”
“What these “Preds” are going to do, these lions, tigers, bears, Wolves, Badgers Wolverines and otters, is transform a forest into an assembly line where they take a full grown 30 to 35 foot tree from “a tree” to planks and rounds for a bridge at a phenomenal rate of industrial production; we’re talking about one tree from standing to bridge parts in less than ten minutes from the time the tree falls to the time it’s stacked up in a bundle ready to fall into the place its’ required to be. Your tigers and panthers? They bound up the trunk and cut the limbs off. Your Ursaloids, your big bears? They take down the tree with their own brute strength or by big axes with a few whacks. Wolves skin the bark, plain the surfaces, break the trunks into planks. Beavers, Otters and small predators? They work on the joints so everything fits safe and snug and all of them will finish the bridge in four days. If you’re a prey mammal on the other side of the Roana and you see this “thing” slowly coming at you over the river? And not just that…but you see Caesar standing on the very front of his bridge? No doubt your pants would suddenly get very wet, very quickly and you would be running through the countryside screaming that the Romans were on their way….and very few prey mammals would believe you because there is no way the Romans will surmount the mighty Roana, the gawds have ordained that this will never happen…...NEVER!”
“Apparently...the gawds don’t know Caesar. As for their powers? Well they might be a little defective.”
“What are most of the prey population of Tusker doing? Well on the first day the bridge is just beginning to form on the South bank of the Roana? they’re doing what they have done every previous day, they rise form their beds and get moving with the daily things of life. Paying homage to their various gawds, raising their crops, tending to their families, school their young ones and they have no idea that hell is coming….not until it’s too late and you have only two choices. Fight to the death or prepare yourself to garnish a dinner plate.”
Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
Morning: The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation.
The village that sat on a wide rolling plain along the river Ithica was common among many in the Tusker Confederation. Simple wood huts with thickly thatched roofs of hard straw sat with ample space between them to have gardens of grapes and other berry fruits growing around them. For miles around the small settlement there was no nose...save the occasional lark, crow or other foul nestling among the fruit trees of apples, pears and chestnut which the residents cared for with the greatest affection as their gawd commanded them to do so. Surrounding the settlement, in large blocks were vegetable fields and blocks of tall grass which the Capi cultivated both for their own consumption and for sale to their neighbors who were herbivores or as gifts of charity to newly arrived mammals in need of care or provision until they could be settled into their new homes. Let it never be said that the Capi were not loving nor hospitable to travelers in need.
What were the Capi? Goats. Mountain goats of course judging by their athletic bodies, their thick coats of soft fur and the various lengths of the horns on their heads . Kapsi had been their home since they kept written records, since it was recorded that the gawd Pan himself made love to young Elatreus on the very spot where the village now lay. Pan was so pleased by how beautifully and skillfully the young goat had brought him to a joyous climax, that he bequeathed the land to Elatreus and his progeny for all time to come.
The Capi were agriculturalists by tradition. Raisers of grapes, fruits, vegetables, grass and hay. They were also a homosexual-centric society by tradition. Not that females had no importance in their society...they did. You couldn’t possibly have a lasting, working village with just gay males and no way to produce off spring. In Capian (Cap-ee-ann) culture...sex outside of reproduction with female goats was considered wasteful and displeasing to the gawd Pan as such brought dangerous burdens upon the society so homosexuality was highly encouraged among the males to discourage “lust sex” between male and female Capi.
Homosexual sex in the eyes of Pan was said to be a voyeristic act for him and meant to please him and if it brought him personal pleasure? he would bless the two participating males with a rejuvenation of their life forces. The more the act could enlist the sounds of pleasure and satisfaction between the two gay lovers, the more likely Pan would shower them with his goodness and love.
The males lived together of course in “marriages” that were fixed between families when the goat males were young kids (Kid = young goat) often, the younger goats would dance to show their beauty, grace and poise to entice an older male to them who would then go to the family patriarch to ask for the kid’s hand in marriage. One of the enticements as a cultural ritual was for kids to erotically dance and masturbate themselves over a stone image of Pan set in a garden in a wooded clearing near the village where older goats would spy from a distance to select the cutest and most desirable among the kids performing.
As a way to cement alliances between other goat tribes along the river Ithica, male Capi kids were often given to marry important elders, chiefs or were given as gifts to be used to seal agreements. It was not uncommon for a contract or treaty to be concluded with a young Capi being led into a hut and the screams of his anal deflowering filling the air of the village to the joy of the Chief and any who had come to attend the sealing ceremony. Of course, the taker wasn’t always another goat.
Young Capi males were expected to be anal virgins until they were married, yet homosexual encounters of other kinds were encouraged with older and young males. Once the young kids were married however, they were tied to their older husband; doing the feminine duties of the house until they became adults. Adult Capi could then take a female for continuing the clan line and adding to the population but would retain their former homosexual lover or go on to select their own goat kid as a wife.
So was the ebb and flow of every day life in Kapsi. The morning, as the sun started to climb, began like always for young Ademi. Like always, unless the weather was inclement and he just didn’t feel like getting wet, the young 6 year old goat went as they all did...cloth-less. He was small with soft flowing white fur and an even softer head tuft and as with all the young males...he had yet to have even bulbs of his future horns sticking above his head.
His mother had done all the preening the night before. Whitening his soft coat, shaving his hooves and hoof fingers, lavishing attention on his tail and making him a beautiful thing to behold, perhaps hoping a village elder or noble would eye wanting the little goat in his bed and house hold and though he caught the eye of a hard working and industrious cart puller, his parents approved of the robust adult taking Ademi as his bride to be. For the moment however, the light brown eyed goat kid had other occupations to attend too. The required morning ritual of serving Pan homage so he wouldn’t strike a tempest of displeasure upon the village. If Pan was perceived to be gravely displeased and the village were in danger then a “kid sacrifice” would be called for. It hadn’t happened in ages but it usually would mean a kid would be selected as a sort of “Blame goat” to be viciously raped, tortured, then have his throat slit open so the blood could be poured over the falic member of the Pan idol. The poor victim would then be cooked, prepared and offered as a meal offering for Pan to digest.
The thought of dying in such a horrible way, done in by your peaceful village and family made Ademi shudder...yet it was a temporary upset as no such horror was expected to visit the village since everyone was rigidly devoted to pleasing Pan at every turn. So it was with Ademi’s first chore of the day...selecting the best fruits and grapes to give as an offering to Pan. Ademi sometimes had to fight the urge to stay around the idol and hope he would see the gawd come to eat….perhaps curry a little favor for himself? Yet the thought was quickly smooshed as being way to dangerous for the village to disrespect the law. Pan must enjoy his offerings in solitude. Ademi remembered the last kid who got caught trying to sneak a peak. A shaved behind and a blistered rump was not something he wanted to entertain.
Walking into the clearing where the idol was set, Ademi crawled on his hands and knees pushing his offering basket with his nose until it bumped against the base of the statue. He then raised his head and gently kissed the hooves of the idol before bowing his head low….
“Oh gracious and loving Pan...provider, caretaker...gentle lover. Please accept my family’s most lowly offering and find it acceptable? Give us shade and sweet waters and give me a husband who will love me fully?” Ademi said before he again kissed the hooves and backed away from the idol with his head low. Leaving the clearing he rose to start walking back to the village when some one crashed into his blind side and threw him off his feet!
“OOF! OW! OUCH!” “WHUMP!” Ademi rolled head over hooves backwards until he was stopped by a sapling and sat shaking his head and snorting from the unprovoked assault…
“Dimius! You cretonne!” The youngster goat snapped as he got back to his hoofed feet.
“You’re the one who left himself open, not me.” Dimius (Dim-ee-oos), a more portly and black furred goat youngster replied as he shrugged and stood as if he commanded the entire wood around him. “I hope I didn’t ruffle your beautiful fur? You looked so cute on your paws n hooves with your tail in the air.”
Ademi gasped...”You know it’s forbidden to watch an offering being given to Pan! Dimius! You disrespectful idiot!” The white goat youngster yelped as he started to stomp back to the clearing he came from…
“What are you doing?” Dimius asked as he followed.
“I’m going to ask Pan to forgive your stupidity and hopefully we won’t be visited by his wrath!” Ademi snatched hold of Dimius’s floppy ear and pulled on it as he walked...”
“OUCH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The black goat child yelped.
“You need to come too….stupid.” Ademi snarled.
Dimius put his paws up and slapped Ademi’s paw away from his ear. “I will go and say sorry to him ok? You stay here….worry wart.”
“You best be sincere about it!” Ademi yelped as he heard sounds behind him and looked to see another young but brown furred goat youngster walk up with an offering. “Ummm….wait Cercius?” (Ser-sea-us)
“Huh? Wait?” The young goat asked.
“Yes.” Ademi replied. “Dimius is apologizing for being stupid as usual.”
“Oh.” Cercius said as he leaned slightly to look down the trail. “Well? Stupid is his other name.”
Cercius looked around and leaned close to Ademi’s ear...”Guess what? I’m not a virgin any more.”
Ademi shook his tail in reply with a smile...”Took him long enough. What was he going to do? Wait a year?”
Cercius almost cuddled himself...”His talents with foreplay are more delightful than his fullness.” The young goat whispered again...”His tongue knows how to explore a tail hole nicely.”
Ademi gave his friend a cute kiss on the lips. “I’m so happy for you.”
Dimius soon returned from the clearing...”I’ve apologized.”
Ademi gave the goat youngster a doubtful look...”Did you do it with sincerity? If you were not sincere, Pan will know.”
“Yes I did alright!” Dimius snortecd. “Sheesh, lighten yourself Ademi?” Dimius turned to Cercius...”Yes, I know you’re not a virgin any more, I couldn’t sleep with all the moaning going on.”
Dimius seemed to hug himself again...”It was well worth the wait.” The young goat said with a soft smile. “His voice just makes me shiver with delight.”
“How big’s his muscle?” Dimius asked with a snicker.
“You’ve seen it!” Cercius replied. “If he didn’t prepare me well enough? He would have ripped me in half!” Then Cercius looked at Ademi. “I can’t wait to hear how your husband will make your first night in bed.”
Dimius snorted...”It will be boring. Ademi should have a vagina not a penis he’s such a soft female.”
“And your chances of ever attracting a mate are pathetic.” Ademi snorted back. “And I’m having doubts you were even sincere Dimius! If anything bad happens soon to our village it’ll be because of you being such a cut up all the time!”
“Maybe I’m not wanting a mate who’ll treat me like a female? Maybe I want one that will be a little rough with me? It’s my right to pick my mate unless I’m given over to someone to bind a contract...hmph….my luck? I might get bound to a horse. Think about taking that inside you?” Dimius snorted.
“Well I for one love Ademi’s new mate.” Cercius said. “He looks very viral and sensual.” Cercius gave Ademi love licks on his face...”You should build up his anticipation for a while and have him mate you in the old fashioned way in a field of flowers. You’re so perfectly beautiful.”
“Oh please stop filling his head with air?!” Dimius huffed. “But he is right. Don’t let him take you easy Ademi? Make him “work” to split your tail hole open at least?”
Ademi smiled...”What I wish for is my secret alone you two. I just hope he’s a skilled lover.”
By the time the three friends made it back to the village, life was already in full motion. As an old wise goat once said….
“Buy you say….”But I love it here in my straw….it’s cozy and warm.”….oh, so you’re saying you’d rather not do what you were born to do? What gawd and nature purposed you for? So you don’t want to take your proper place in moving the world? You can not sleep forever just as you can not drink and eat forever for you were not designed for such luxury. Get up lazy oaf, you are already below your work quota.”
As if wise words were important to little goats to remember. The lessons of the day before were already distant memory by the time Ademi, Cercius and Dimius grabbed their slates and ran to join the rest of the youngsters of the village in the two hour “mind grind” that was the village version of school. Of course, it didn’t take that long for the whipping crop to come out and the first youngster’s legs to start kicking as he or she were getting their beating for not paying attention or for not getting the lesson right. Then of course the young males were always getting caned because they craned their necks to get a quick look through the gaps in the make shift cloth screens their tutor had hung to prevent their eyes from getting glued to a passing tail or a set of grown testicles. Each receiving a grade from the near salivating youthful grazers. Ademi however kept strict attention to the teacher and as with such attentiveness….earned the ribbing of a “teacher’s pet” with the usual nasty rumors that he was offering the big male “his personal attention.”
Not once but twice both teacher and Ademi had to go before some of the elders to disprove the rumors of an illegal out of marriage relationship with Ademi bending himself to show his tail hole to inspection to prove that he’d not been penetrated by an adult. Had Ademi been giving the teacher oral sex? No one would care less…
With school done, the young one’s went about their chores in the fields, in their own homes or in the homes of their husbands. Ademi went to attend to the family grape vines where a much older teenage goat was busy examining each cluster of grapes for imperfection or disease. Paeeon (Pay-yeah-on) was Ademi’s father’s mate who had been taken before Ademi was born. He was a gorgeous male, his coat was almost golden in color, his eyes were a light blue and his facial features were fair and quite still childish…
“Morning Paeeon.” Ademi said with a slight bow. The older goat regarded the younger with a soft smile as Ademi took a basket and started to pick clusters of grapes off the vines that Paeeon marked…
“Are you excited?” The older goat asked about Ademi’s upcoming marriage.
“I’m trying not to be.” The youngster replied. “I like Selenos but…I hate the restrictions. He can’t even offer me a kiss.”
“It’s for your good and his.” Paeeon said. Don’t think your father didn’t chafe. I actually wore bows,laces, flowers and streamers to make him angry because he couldn’t touch me but when he finally took me? It was the best night of my life! Your father is so viral and alive when he screws me. I remember how strong he was...he ripped my bottoms off, threw me on the bed and thrusted so hard and fast that I bled on the hay! That’s what you should do? Wear pretty things and get Selenos all hot and bothered so when your first time comes? Your crying and moaning will bring great pleasure to Pan.”
Ademi shuddered...”I’m not ready to be torn open. I want my first time to be pleasurable….not rape.”
Paeeon smiled back. “You just don’t know what you’re going to miss.”
Just then...screams filled the air! Some one was yelling in a rage, a young goat was bleating and crying and the sounds of things being broken came from a hut across the way from Ademi and Paeeon…
From this hut came a youngster goat dragging a bed sheet as he stumbled and fell to the ground with an angry large male beating him profusely as another adult from behind tried to stop the violence!
“YOU SLUT! YOU WHORE!” The big goat screamed. He then turned on the other adult and hoofed fists started swinging!
Ademi and Paeeon ran to pull the youngster goat away from the melee while other males came running from all over the village to pull the two adult combatants apart!
“I’LL KILL YOU DICAEUS! (Diss-see-oos) YOU USURPER BASTARD!” The grey furred goat male screamed as he struggled against two others holding him. He then broke free and started to swing his fist on the youngster goat being held by Ademi and Paeeon….”YOU CUNT! YOU DIRTY WHORE!” Rhesus (Ree-sus) screamed as his fists drew blood from the young goat’s nose before Paeeon tackled him to the ground….
“STOP IT! STOP IT RHESUS!” Paeeon screamed. Soon the weight of Paeeon’s lover, Ademi’s father, came down across Rhesus’ chest….
“I think that is enough!” Ademi’s father Isador snorted. “What has gotten into you Rhesus?”
“ARGH! It’s not what’s gotten into me….it’s what got into THAT LITTLE WHORE! THAT LITTLE BITCH ALEXIS VIOLATED HIS OATH TO ME! AND FOR GOLD! WHORE! SLUT!”
Hyllos (Hee-lows) the elder soon arrived from being out in the woods during his time of solitude where he would spend the time thinking of philosophy and seeking truths. Being the most senior among the males, all quarrel and manors of unpleasantness ceased…
“What has happened here?” He asked Rhesus as Isador helped him to stand up.
“Forgive my anger elder...but the young goat promised to me in marriage has violated celibacy for a bag of gold. And that…..” Rhesus could not even mention the name of the other adult male who took the youngster’s virginity. “YOU KNEW BETTER YOU BASTARD!” Rhesus screamed!
Hyllos walked up to the young goat being helped by Ademi...” Is this true Hippias? (Hip-ee-us) Did you violate your oath of chastity?”
The young white furred goat shook his head no and was shaking as the elder snatched him by his head tuft and threw him to the ground!…
Up came his own father Stolos who with out care, snatched Hippius’s tail and violently jerked his rump up so his tail hole could be seen! Sure enough...the signs of adult penetration were seen...the stretched out anal ring and a little river of cum rolling from the gaped hole down the taint to the back of Hippius’s scrotum…
His own father turned from him in disgust as two other males ran up to jerk the youngster off the ground and hold him still before the elder…
“You are indeed a little slut.” Hyllos snarled. “And like a little slut? You shall pay for this violation upon our village. Pan demands justice for oath breaking.” Hyllos said nothing further as he gestured for Hippias to be dragged away. He then turned to Dicaeus...”You will give restitution to Rhesus, Stolos and Pan for your filthy behavior….as an adult, you knew better. Be thankful I do not order you tortured for your transgression or to be done away with….like your filthy whore.”
Hyllos didn’t even turn himself as he caught Ademi out of the corner of his eye...”ADEMI?! SON OF ISADOR!”
Ademi stopped cold and swallowed...”Yes…...elder?”
“Don’t you show compassion for that slut.” Hyllos said with a look of anger on his face. “Isador?”
“Elder?” Ademi’s father replied.
“Discipline your son. Best the lesson be pounded into him so he will not forget.” Hyllos commanded.
Without breaking a stride...Isador snatched Ademi by the arm, took him to a nearby tree stump and motioned to his lover Paeeon as he bent Ademi over his lap and pulled up his tail hard...”Switch him good Paeeon...this is for you showing compassion to a damned whore Ademi!”
Paeeon blisted Ademi’s behind! Leaving the little goat crying and bleating in the grass alone until a friendly hoof hand reached out from above him….
“You should have known better.” Selenos, Ademi’s future husband, said as he gently lifted Ademi to his feet. Selenos was black furred with soft green eyes and pretty strong from the look of his large hips and thick legs. He pulled the village carts in his four legged form without a single complaint...mostly because he enjoyed the hard work. Being idol made him fidgety and grouchy but he would melt being with Ademi. The first time he saw the youngster dancing with two other young goats in a clearing being showered with rose pedals and flagging his tail up to show the sweetness of his tail hole and mate-able little hips...Selenos had to have him…
“Shhhhh….” Selenos said softly. “Stop crying now?” He then bent down and slowly locked his maw with Ademi’s little mouth and the goat child felt like he would turn to water…
As Selenos pulled away...leaving a string of spittle between he and his future bride...Ademi looked around the village….”What’s going to happen to Hippius?” He asked.
“Who cares?” Selenos snorted. “Don’t you feel sorry for that slut and don’t you go defending him. He made his bed.”
Selenos started to walk with Ademi following behind...”They’re going to kill him….aren’t they?”
Selenos turned around and slapped Ademi in the face….”I TOLD YOU TO STOP FEELING SORRY FOR THAT CUNT!”
Ademi shook….Selenos sagged before him from his rage….”You should know these things by now Ademi...he violated his chastity oath and he did it for gold, that is the absolute worst violation someone could do when they are betrothed to another, he has offended Pan most grievously and he will pay for it dearly or Pan will come down on our village with wrath. Do you want to die horribly because of that little bitch?”
Ademi shook his head in reply…
Selenos gave the trembling little goat a kiss on the head...”I’m sorry I was so angry just now...I want to make sure you understand.”
Ademi rubbed his rump...”My screaming rump isn’t letting me forget. Did you see my father’s lover? He was hard as a rock whipping me!”
“Some enjoy a little torture.” Selenos said as he pulled Ademi to his side. “I must admit when you scream and bleat? I become hard too.”
Ademi smiled back...”Would you like me to dance and play a flute for you in the woods?” The little goat said as he rubbed a hoof hand over Selenos’ chest. “Perhaps I could compose a love sonnet for our wedding? Give you some visual pleasing so you can masturbate to me and dream of loving me?”
Selenos smiled back softly. “You are so full of wonderful ideas.” The adult goat said as he brushed a hoof finger off Ademi’s nose. “I will see you later today?” He said.
“Mmmm….” Ademi replied with a nod.
Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
Before Sun rise….The Roman encampment.
Alexander slowly awoke over his older brother’s chest and felt his big paw finger slip from his tail hole where he’d been enjoying himself the whole night in sweet masterbation. The young wolf first kiss licked his brother’s face then slowly slipped his tongue into his brother’s maw and spent a little time kissing Williamus before slipping out of the bed and putting on his tunic. There was much to do before the sun started to climb…
Alexander was obsessive with details when it came to his brother’s armor and uniform. He spent an hour just on the breast plate alone putting a cloth to it by candle light till the reflection was perfect to him. Then the Helmet. Then the sword. Then every button. Then every buckle…
Then a pair of big paws came around his shoulders and a wet tongue washed over an ear...”Good morning.” Williamus said sleepishly. “It’s still very early Alexander? Come back to bed?”
“It’s too late and you bother me.” Alexander snorted. “If you want to sleep in, fine. I’m not the one who has to bow to Luna and Jupiter and tell them why I was a lazy oaf who shirked my duties.”
Williamus stood up naked and flashed his erect cock at his little brother. “You’re duty is to please me. Get to it. This commander of a legion orders it.”
“Yeah right….” Alexander huffed. “Stop making excuses and get up, you’re eating up the day. Go give your offerings to Luna so she can bless us today and stop pawing at your prick?”
Williamus snorted back. “Sheesh...I should have screwed you harder last night there cranky butt.”
“You should learn how to screw first?” Alexander replied. “Don’t you have any other positions beside bare backing me? You’re getting old….older brother.”
Alexander took his brother’s red uniform tunic and started to examine it for wear and tear...”And why can’t I go with you? You’re going to leave me with all these strong viral wolves and predators?” Alexander said with a smile of delight. He slowly licked his lips….”Who knows? Maybe I’ll wander the camp looking for some friends? Maybe I’ll invite a pair of very endowed tigers to our tent? Maybe you come back to find me ravaged with my tail hole a gaping cave and I’m swimming in tiger sperm?”
Williamus snorted. “Well you’re not staying here so don’t think about it you little schemer. You’re about as worse in chicanery as Caesar.”
Alexanders’ tail flipped around wildly...”I’m going with you?!”
“As long as you behave!” Williamus snapped. “You MUST listen to my every word Alexander! Every…..word! Don’t think that if you compromise our position that I would not be above taking your life….do you understand me?”
“Absolutely big brother!” Alexander replied as he popped tall. “I understand! I’ll be very obedient!”
Williamus cupped Alex’s head in his paws and gave him a gentle kiss...”I know you will. Now let me put on my tunic and the two of us will make a quick offering to Luna for our family and the Legion. Go ask the stock holder to give you a bunny to sacrifice.”
“Yes Big Brother!” Alexander yelped as he ran from the tent, across the camp and up to the Lion who was in charge of the “Stock yard” the wooden fenced enclosure where pray animals were kept in cages or tied to stakes to await their fate…
“Good morning Sir.” Alexander said respectfully. “Legionary Tribune Graylus needs a sacrifice animal for Luna.”
Without a word...the Lion walked up to a cage, reached through the wooden door, pulled out a small screaming bunny and held it up cruelly by it’s ears. “Youngsters make the best sacrifices.” The lion snarled as he handed the screaming little bunny to Alexander and bound her legs and arms with rope…
The young wolf dragged the youngster rabbit behind him as he made his way back to the tent...”Shut up you!” Alexander snapped as he slapped the poor little bunny in the face. “You should be happy sacrifices to Luna are merciful compared to say...Jupitor, Mars or Saturn!”
Alex poked his head through the tent flap and found Williamus dressed in his red tunic. “I have the sacrifice big brother. What a noise maker this one is.”
“It won’t make any noise after you kill it.” Williamus replied.
“Huh?” Alexander voiced. “Me kill it?”
“Well you are of the age to start making sacrifices Alexander. Did you think I would do it?” Williamus asked as he walked up to Alexander. “Well? Did you think I would do it?”
Alexander gestured back. “But? You are the oldest son?”
“There is no oldest or youngest when it comes to giving thanks to Luna.” Williamus gestured as he walked from the tent...”Come on. We have to do this quickly.”
The two wolf brothers walked to the closest end of the camp where a statue of Luna stood atop a tree trunk carved as a pedestal. Without a care, Williamus brutally tore the “diaper” off the trembling young female rabbit and dumped a nearby bucket of purifying water over her...”Now….lay her down?” Williamus commanded Alexander who kicked the bunny’s legs out and forced her onto her back screaming and crying!”
“Shove her rags into her mouth!” Williamus commanded and Alex shoved the piss soaked cloth wrap into the little female’s mouth to shut her up…
“Now? Follow me and do what I do and say what I say...” Williamus commanded…
Williamus showed his little brother the paw signs, the arm movements, the finger positions then told him to recite the prayer…
Hear us as we give thanks O'Goddess.
Help us to find within,
The power we show without.
Open our hearts that we may deliver
on your promise of strength,
through the justice of war.
The we uphold the rights
of our sacred ancestors
and be their champion.
That by our deeds you shall
be known as a powerful Goddess
vengeful upon our enemies.
upon whose wrath once awakened
is a mighty foe
That will not be set aside.
Teach us to lead our kind
in the face of the enemies hate.
Strengthen our bodies
that we may always
bring you glories and triumphs.
Accept our humble offering, O Goddess,
your humble servants
To carry your rage to the doors of our enemies.
Williamus pointed to the terrified little bunny. “Now….Alexander. Carry out the sacrifice.” Williamus said as he cruely snatched the little bunny’s ears and pulled her head back to expose her neck in full….”Do it!”
“What?” Alexander asked.
“Lock your teeth on her neck and strangle her! Do it!” Williamus commanded. “Do it now!”
Alexander growled and snarled and dove his maw downwards to lock onto the poor little bunny’s neck! She started to thrash and screech and throw her body about as Alex almost pulled her off the sacrifice platform trying to close off her windpipe! It was going on for way too long when Williamus jumped in and pulled Alexander off!
Alexander had punctured her neck terribly and the poor bunny was suffering, coughing up blood, pissing herself and mouthing “Mommy” over and over again until Williamus pulled out a dagger, plunged it into the bunny’s chest, cut the heart open and mercifully bled her out.
Williamus turned to Alexander and he was white as a ghost. “Were you not strong enough to choke her?” Williamus asked.
“I…..I tried Big Brother...” Alexander replied shivering. “I tried! I’ve never… you know I’ve never tasted live meat before!”
Williamus snatched Alex by the arm...”If you want to be a legionnaire?! You must learn to kill and kill quickly! To leave any mammal to suffer so horribly is below the dignity of our family, Alexander. We do not revel in them being cooked alive. We detest them being used in sport. We detest them being slowly hung to death so ruffians can “cream” on the streets! She should not have been struggling in her last moments. Next time we do a sacrifice? You WILL choke them or you will rip their throat out but you will kill them quickly! Do you understand?”
“If you were so full of worry for a prey Mammal big brother? Then why did you want me to strangle it?! Why didn’t you just plunge a dagger into her from the start?!”
Because a sacrifice to Luna must be done naturally by our teeth, not by tools and weapons. You will do the sacrifice right the next time...do you understand that Alexander?”
Alexander silently nodded.
“I will dispose of the remains.” Williamus said. “Go back to the tent and prepare my uniform and armor for wearing. We must meet with my cohort captains within the hour.”
Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
early afternoon: The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation.
Ademi had started off wearing cloth flaps that had covered his privates and his tail. He enlisted two other young white goats from class in his little presentation to his lover as they sat and slowly danced in a clearing playing small harps and Zampherian flutes to create a most exquisite accompany to Ademi’s slow and sensual movements. It didn’t take long for him to get a rise from Selenos who sat in the grass spreading out his legs to show the fullness of his scrotum and the beauty of his thick cock.
Ademi soon undid the strings on his cloth coverings and they fell away to reveal his soft nakedness. He blew Selenos a gentle kiss as the two other naked young goat cherubs dance about him dropping rose pedals over his flower crowned head…
“How I desire thee Selenos...” Ademi began to recite his love sonnet...”To take me to a paradise I quiver to know. To fill me with thy seed of love. To use me to your contented heart and make me your pet upon your bed, I tremble at your majesty and long for you to make me your love.”
Ademi turned his behind to Selenos and bent over...lifting his flashing white tail to show off his little pucker which he snapped open and closed to excite his future husband to masturbation and drool. Ademi then slowly walked like a loving female...gently took hold of his lover’s sweet cock and mouthed the tip, kissing and suckling it lightly before looking up at Selenos to continue his sonnet…
“My heart….it pounds at my chest, yearning to feel your desire fill me, your loving thrusts tormenting me, Making me squeal to all the gawds the satisfaction your loving monument with make in me….I cringe at the thoughts of the pain your majesty will evoke when my virginity is taken from me...I am fraught with devilish anticipation that torments me day and night my love and yet I must wait….wait in hellish torture for the day of my blessed mounting…
Ademi dropped to his knees and folded his arms about himself as the other two young goats dropped themselves to coax Ademi onto his hoof hands and knees as one positioned himself below Ademi’s hard little cock and the other slowly licked his lips as he drew near to Ademi’s tail hole…
And as they began to play with the beautiful white goats privates...his future husband rested back over the rock he was sitting on using one arm to support his body as it spanned backwards and the other to massage his big beautiful cock as he watched Ademi’s two friends lick and suck the younger goat to ecstacy…
“Potelus?” Ademi sighed as he motioned his rump to the gentle licks of one of his friends...”Don’t poke me with your tongue…...sigh…..ok?” Ademi turned his head towards his future husband as he lay in recline rapidly stroking his hard member to the molesting being done to his little love…
“Mmmmm…..” Selenos voiced as he breathed heavily….”You are so beautiful my Ademi…..sigh….Oh I want to fill your hole so badly right now...”
“sigh…..mmmmmm…..well you can’t….” Ademi replied as he shook his head at the waves of pleasure coursing through his body….”Mmmm...I wish I could climax like you Selenos…..huh! My whole body tingles!” Ademi’s body shuddered and his eyes screwed tight as he dry ejaculated and pushed his rear end into the mouth of one of his equally young partners. Ademi then sagged and sat on the ground panting from the excitement...”Huh…..huh…...well….I didn’t get to finish my sonnet.” Ademi said as he smiled at his lover. “But you certainly got to finish didn’t you?”
Ademi looked at his companions….”Potenlus? Forcini? Would you care to clean my future husband up? I think he emptied everything he had?” The young white goat said as he walked up and kissed and tongued his lover…
“I can’t wait till our first night together.” Ademi said. “I don’t know how I want to do it? The old way or something different?”
Selenos smiled as he petted Ademi’s head. “We will let the moment decide… I’m sure you will enjoy it.”
Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
Sun rise….The Roman encampment.
The measure of Alexander’s love for his big brother was echoed in the solemn and dignified duty as his squire. The younger wolf obsessed with the care he gave to his big brother’s armor and weapons which he now began to strap to Williamus’ legs, arms and chest.
All the while as he did every strap, tied every tie and adjusted the chest plate and the grieves….Alexander whispered encouragement, pride and adoring love with a lick kiss every few moments or a nuzzle under the chin. He understood if his brother didn’t return the affection as he looked ahead stone faced with a slight growl escaping his mouth every few moments…
The elder brother was psyching himself up for war, the importance of his appointment to command not lost on his countenance. There was much at stake. Family honor, Ancestral approval, Alexanders’ opinions….and their love perhaps even the future of Rome itself should there be a disaster.
Now fully dressed in his war garb...Williamus picked up Alexander and held him against his chest….his face looking as if a last bit of approval and enforcement were needed…
Alexander rubbed Williamus’ cheeks and softly kissed him...”You will do it. I know you can.” The younger wolf wrapped his arms around Will’s neck. “Mmmm...you feel like a statue but you’re as warm as a fire.”
“I love you with all my heart.” Williamus replied. “No matter what little brother? I adore you.”
Alexander leaned back in Will’s arms and growled at him...enlisting a fierce return growl from his older brother….
“Now that’s my big brother!” Alexander snarled as he slapped his paws off Will’s helmet. “Now let’s go break the tusks of those stupid elephants big brother!”
Williamus replied with one final kiss and placed his little brother on the ground. He then walked from his tent with Alexander in tow….head high and erect, body ram rod strait and face curled in a mean tooth showing demeanor as he passed and was joined by his chosen second in command, A black panther known as Anacatus (Ann-a-cay-tus)
“Good morning Tribune.” Anacatus said as he walked next to Williamus. Around them there were already sounds outside the camp of axes connecting with trees, orders being barked, Predators at work on Caesar’s bridge.
“Good morning and the gawds’ favor good Anacatus.” Williamus replied. “Are all the Cohort Captains in the tent?”
“Yes.” Anacatus replied.
“Garay and Larotius (La-row-tee-us) present as I sent for them?” Williamus asked as he gave Alexander a little shoosh of a paw because the younger wolf wanted to hold up his tail from touching the ground. “My younger brother thinks I am a Gawd.”
“It’s good for him to have a hero to look up too. Do you really want to take him with us Tribune?” Anacatus asked.
“He understands the risks, trust me.” Williamus replied as they all neared the central tent. Upon entering, the Captains of the five cohorts (1000 predators each) and the two special wolves Williamus had requested, rose to their feet and pounded their chests in salute and greeting. “Hail Tribune Graylus! Hail to Caesar! Glory to ROME!” They all thundered out then barked, howled and stomped their feet in a combined fury as Williamus took his place at the floor map…
“Glory upon the legion, Hail to you my friends and comrades.” Williamus sounded as he raised his paw. As if excited to his own fury by all around him… Alexander pulled Williamus’ Gladius sword from its’ sheath and raised it above his head...”DEATH TO THE TUSKERS! DEATH TO THEIR RHINO WHORES! DEATH TO OUR ENEMY!”
Once again….all were brought to fury and excitement, pounding their chest plates, stomping their feet, growling, howling and snarling their war lust as Williamus took his sword back…
“Alexander’s heart is in the right place.” Williamus said with approval.
Garay snickered. “Perhaps we should let your little brother lead the expedition my Tribune? His cuteness alone would murder thousands.”
Alexander snorted back. “Why don’t you get on your hands and knees and lick my cute little tail hole clean dorkus?”
Williamus scowled at Alexander. “Do you mind?”
“He’s the big mouth Williamus….not me?” Alexander replied. Williamus turned his attention to the floor map…
“As spoken by illustrious Caesar yesterday evening...5,000 of us will cross upstream of his bridge and move as a light armed mobile fist living off the land and pray that we find to attack the enemy’s capital city at Chelsea. Caesar expects the enemy to concentrate on the bridge as that should bring them sufficient terror and us an open road to hit their capitol. Our legion will move at night and I have been informed that the most excellent Questriatus has been hard at work gathering confederates of his species to our aid in crossing the Roana.”
Williamus moved about the map. “The place of our forging the river has been well chosen, the opposite side has dense forests and good overgrowth on the ground around the trees to give us all shelter and safe hiding for the two days it will take to get the entire legion across. Absolute silence is essential while waiting for the entire legion to cross the river, we must remain concealed during the day time and quiet above all else. Any legionnaire….any one who fails to follow these orders? Will die with no mercy. Am I understood?”
The others in the tent replied “Yes Tribune! Understood!”
“Legionaries Garay (Gar-ray) and Larotius (La-row-tee-us). Forward please?” Will called out.
Garay was a white Timber Wolf, six feet tall on his hinds, powerful in his arms and broad chested while Larotius was shorter yet endowed with muscular legs. Garay was built for combat close up and violent while Larotius was more a long distance scout who would be better to avoid battle and keep an army informed and updated by his speed in covering great distances. Yet both wolves were distinguished in the art of long range patrols behind an enemy’s line and that’s what Williamus was going to send them to do. Sweep well ahead of the legion to find supplies and settlements of prey mammals to live off of. They would also harass Tusker troops where they could be found, perhaps sending them off on wild goose chases or wear down and frustrate them long enough for Williamus’ legion to sweep in and destroy them.
“My Tribune!” Garay saluted Williamus. “What is your desire for Larotius and myself?”
Williamus pointed to the map. “You and Larotius will be the first across. Once you have gotten to the other side? Go right away to the North following the inlet river to the Roana called the Ithica. Along the way should you be able too without alerting anyone? Capture a Prey mammal as a guide and find out where the Captial City of Chelsea is. Do not howl! Garay? Do you have any complaints about that order? No howling, no baying at Luna for a date, no celebrating a prey killing….no howling Garay. If you howl? Larotius has my authority to kill you on the spot.”
“I can comply my Tribune. You have my word.” Garay said firmly.
Williamus patted both wolves on their shoulders. “Go now then and prepare. Fortunes and the Gawds smile on you both.” he said affectionatly. Then he turned back to the map and his five cohortiors (Co-hort-tee-oars)…
“Lucius Cantius Iustus….(Lion) You are the advanced cohort. When we begin the march on the other side of the river, you shall range forward two Palmis (400 feet) from the main body.”
“Yes Tribune.” Lucius replied with a growling voice.
“Tertius Curtius Dominicus….(Panther) You are the rear cohort. You will protect our supply train two Palmis (400 feet) behind the main body. You will also be our ready reserve of archers since your panthers are very adept in the art.”
“Yes Tribune.” Tertius replied.
Mamercus Festinius Asellio…..(Wolf) You are the right wing. Two Palmis out from the main body with balistia (Catapults) Arcubalstia (Ar-coo-ball-stee-yah = large crossbows) and mobile infantry. The same goes for Flavius Atilius Gracchus (wolf)
“Yes Tribune!” Both wolfs replied. Mamercus asked...”Tribune? Why can we not call you Legates Legonus? Isn’t that a more appropriate title?”
The other cohort Captains nodded in approval. “Yes? Why not Legates Legonus Graylus? Very deserving title.” Another said in agreement.
Williamus raised a paw...”While I am most flattered by this my dear friends, I have no such title bestowed by the Senate. I would rather wait and be most humble if the title were bestowed properly…
“Oh shut up and accept it?” Came a voice from the tent flap and all turned to bow their heads as Caesar entered…
“Williamus Graylus...You are now Legates Legonus Graylus, commander of the lightening paws legion.” Caesar said as a lynx dressed in the red ceremonial tunic of an aide de camp to the Roman Senate entered carrying a standard in his paws…
“Most excellent Legates Legonus...your battle standard.” The Lynx said as he extended the decorated pole with the legionary standard affixed to a cross arm. “May this standard given by the Senate and the Predators of Rome give you great victories to come!”
Williamus gestured to Alexander who stood almost peeing himself with excitement at the honor bestowed upon the Graylus family...”Take it little brother.”
Alexander gripped the standard, held it high over his head and howled as loud as he could…..”AAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The other Predators in the tent replied joyously with their own howls and growls as Caesar stepped up to shake Williamus by his shoulders…
“Extra incentive not to fail. Please continue your briefing?” Caesar said.
Williamus took a moment to come down from the heart pounding he felt. He never was one to display rapture publicly to others…
“Hmmm….Manius Papius Sotericus (White Tiger) You are the main fighting force. Swords, shields and pilums with supporting archers. Lucius Cantius Iustus will divide his cohort to hold and fix the enemy...your cohort will close the trap and hit them head on. Their destruction should not be long.”
“Yes…. Legates Legonus Graylus.” Manius replied firmly.
“Now….” Will said as he pointed to the map. “We will move at night which will make coordination most difficult. You must chose the fastest runners you have to serve as messengers to tie us all together because we will not use signal torches or drums to communicate with each other. We will all carry moment glasses of sand for the march based in half a minutia (12 minutes). When the glass runs dry? All will stop on the last taken step and count to 3 secundia (72) then all will move forward for another half minutia and so on and so forth until otherwise by messenger or we find ourselves in battle.”
Williamus looked around the tent. “Is there anything that needs further addressing?”
The other predators and Caesar shook their heads. “The meeting is concluded. Go and speak to your cohorts. I’ll have something to say to them before we step off. Hail to glorious Caesar and Rome!”
The others replied….”HAIL!, HAIL! HAIL!”
Williamus turned to Alexander who was hugging the battle standard with his tail wagging wildly...”It’s beautiful isn’t it brother? Father will be beside himself with praise for you!”
“It’s wonderful.” Williamus said as he wrapped the flag around a paw and closed his eyes. So much responsibility now rested on him and he felt the weight making his jaws clamp hard even as he tried to display confidence outwardly. To bear a standard alone was a mighty weight compared to leading a legion.
Outside the tent, beyond the encampments, the work of taking down trees, hacking off branches, planking and plaining rounds and boards was well underway. Massive Polar and Grizzly bears were swinging huge axes to the tempo beats of Roman battle drums and singing deep Ursine hymns as they cleaved through trunks with only a few strikes then they pushed the tall pines over with their massive bodies.
From where they fell, the pines were lashed to teams of slave equities who were whipped and beaten to action along a trail to the next place where teams of wolves worked with paw tools to strip the bark, sharpen the points of the rounds or split the rounds into rough planks.
From that clearing of industry, the rounds and planks were moved down closer to the river where teams of smaller predators worked to cut notches, key and peg holes and grooves for lashing and binding ropes.
Lastly...all the completed wood was brought to the river bank where the bridge was starting to take shape. Imagine a colony of ants at work, except this was no organized group of ants building a “living raft” to ferry a whole colony across a river. This was thousands of predatory animals clearing a whole forest lot to build a wooden bridge to carry an army bent on destruction, slaughter and subjugation. And at the head of it, taking his place on the first laid planks between the supporting frames of his bridge...was Julius Caesar with his scowling gaze of burning determination, focused ambition and looking with tooth dripping desire upon the other side of the river the Tuskers believed no one could cross let alone conquer.
This is what an army so beholden to its commander would do for him without complaint, little sleep or lesser rest. It might be half a day before watchers on the other side made head or tail of what they were witnessing, perhaps two days for the Tuskers to be warned of the approaching danger, perhaps three for some sort of defense to arrive on the spot and by that time it would be too late for them.
Year 373 of the Roman Calendar
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day one of the bridge crossing
late afternoon: The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation.
Ademi had long left his lover Selenos to go grazing through the forest. He always managed to find the best greens out here to chew on for dinner, his whole family was like this….sometimes they would eat together, other times they would go off and graze around. Not that his mother didn’t make good meals, she was awesome with salad bowls of greens, vegetables and nuts, but Ademi enjoyed the un-picked vittles more.
He stopped at a patch of grass and moss that smelled delicious and laid down to slowly enjoy it when he heard the sound of something cracking and a soft moaning coming from not far to his left. There were also voices, deep angry voices, and then a bleeted squeal of agony that caught his interest. Gulping the spittle in his mouth...Ademi crawled slowly over the ground until he could see through the bushes and thickets ahead what all the noise was about…
The sight caused him to grit his teeth as his eyes shot wide open with shock.
A goat youngster was hanging from a tree by his wrists. His legs were covered in streams of blood from the stub that had been his tail. He was completely shorn of his fur, his naked skin covered in cuts from rough shaving tools and welts and bruises from a most brutal beating.
An angry adult male goat picked up the head of the poor youngster and punched him hard in the face! “YOU FILTHY WHORE! YOU CUNT! SLUT!” The adult screamed…
Ademi shook….it was Rhesus beating his former future betrothed Hippias until one of the elders stopped him then he cut the poor abused youth down, letting his battered body hit the ground without any pity…
One of the old goats snatched Hippias by his tied wrists and dragged him to a bucket in the center of the clearing. Ademi noticed Hippias’s family, his father, mother and two younger brothers turned themselves away as the elder Hyllos stood over the barely moving Hippias…
“You have shamed our village and offended Pan with your filthy whoredom. You will wander Hades with no rest, your soul will burn with fire that will never be quenched and demons will rape you with pain that will never be slaked. Pan demands restitution and the cleaning of our village from your filth…
Without another word..Hyllos snatched Hippias by his neck and plunged his head into the bucket and water spilled over the rim as Hippias was drowned in it! Ademi had to hold his hoof hands tightly to his mouth as he watched the young goats’ death throws….the wild kicking of his bounded arms and legs, the streams of urine spilling from his penis, the loss of his bowels and the eventual subsidence of his resistance.
The judgment was cold, brutal, uncaring as Hyllos held the dead body up by the neck and turned to the other elders…
“It is now clean and fit to serve.” The old goat said and without emotion he dropped the dead Hippias on the ground where two other adult goats ran a big pole under the leg and arm ties and carried Hippias to a table like some game animal recently shot by a purified arrow for a holiday sacrifice.
Ademi wanted to run, wanted to cry, wanted to scream but he stayed still and let his tears flow as he watched the once beautiful Hippias prepared like some useless beast for a sacrifice banquet. A large apple was shoved into Hippias’ mouth ,his tail hole was split open and the internals pulled out through it so it could be stuffed with breading and vegetables. When they were done...the Adults hung Hippias over a burning fire so he would cook…
The very sound of Hippias’ moisture escaping and his fat boiling finally made Ademi move away and after getting a good distance from that visual hell, Ademi took his four legged form and ran a while away from the village until he could sit and cry. Some one had to cry for poor Hippias, Ademi could not help thinking of how nice he was, how gentle he spoke, how happy he was….and now Hippias was nothing but a hanging meat offering. The way he was treated was cruel and unmerciful, uncaring and murderous. It was two hours before Ademi brought himself to go home and when he entered the hut, all he wanted to do was curl up and sleep and sleep wasn’t going to come easy if ever after the horror he witnessed from his own village.
End of Chapter 3