LUPIS GLORIA ROMANI

By Dan 1966 and Ademi

(cub/cub, adult/cub, rape, gay sex, vore, gore, torture, slavery)

Rated Quad X (And you think Caligula was bad?)

Based off of Harmarist and Kittaness Sheath and Knife Comics and Disney's Zootopia (c) 2016

Character Acknowledgment:

Pumba and Timon from the Lion King (c) Walt Disney

The fox Cyprian by Cracky of Inkbunny

Chapter 6

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge building

Second hour of the third watch (2am)

Roman side of the Roana

Caesar was summoned from his deep sleep by a Pretorian who told him the Centurion over-seeing the night work on the bridge wanted to show him something. He left Stefinus wrapped in a sheet and still sleeping on the bed as he followed the guard out of the tent….

"Did the rabbit please you Sir?" The wolf asked.

The Praetorian asked un-offensively, yet Caesar took great offense to his tone. "What are you implying soldier?" Caesar asked scowling.

The guard lowered his ears and tucked his tail as the bigger wolf massaged his sword hilt. "I do hope you are not suggesting anything?" Caesar asked.

"I'm not Sir!" The guard replied. "It's just….well he could have tried to kill you? I was only thinking of your safety."

Caesar sighed..."For your information soldier? Bunnies have very soft paws and have more utility uses than just dinner on a plate. That's all you need to be concerned with." Caesar said. "You saw nothing, you heard nothing and you know nothing or else you will be….nothing. Is that clear?"

"Yeeessssss Sir." The Praetorian replied as he followed behind the great wolf down to the bridge and across the span until they found the Centurion, a yellow tiger named Maximus Vibidius Micon.

"Hail glorious Caesar!" Maximus said with a chest thump.

"What is your reason for disturbing me so early Centurion?" Caesar said with a yawn. "Now tomorrow I shall rise sore and irritable and for some? That will not be a pleasant experience at all."

Maximus pointed out across the remaining distance of the Roana River to the opposite bank. "I thought this would interest you. Look at all the fires and coals on the slope of that rise beyond? I count at least two or three cohorts of the enemy now and more fires are showing up by the hour."

Caesar nodded pleasingly..."Very good. They're starting to get worried about our bridge which means they're probably leaving Graylus and his legion alone." Caesar turned to a messenger. "Go see how much of Graylus legion has crossed? I would think by now they are all done and getting ready to move out."

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge crossing

Second hour of the third watch (2am)

The camp of the Lightening Legion across the Roana River

With the help of the Suwani otter tribe, the amphibious crossing of the legion had increased to a hundred rafts of legionaries coming and going over the course of the night, the serious looks in their faces kept Alexander up and excited as he waved them past into the forest where they were quickly forming up into their battle cohorts. Williamus and his captains walked among the busy predators giving orders and encouragement…

Manius Papius Sotericus (White Tiger) who's cohort formed the main contact fist of Williamus' legion came up saluting..."We're all here and formed up. The last of Lucius Cantius Iustus' cohort is landing now. I think we can be ready to move in the next hour Sir."

Williamus nodded in approval..."Excellent. I sent two panthers to scout ahead of us and hopefully we will hear from Garay and Larotius on the march but we can't wait for them. We have much ground to cover before daylight."

Alexander came running up with the standard and an otter hanging onto his shoulders and riding his back. "All have made it brother!"

Williamus gave Alexander a stern look. "Alexander? What did I tell you?"

"Oh...I'm sorry…..All are across now Commander. This otter brings you news from the bridge crossing." Alex said as he put the otter down.

"Good Commander Graylus." The otter said with a slight bow. "Caesar's bridge is half way across now and the enemy is concentrating what forces he can bring up close to the river on the heights of Nalo. Our tribe has seen no activity along the river to where you sit thus far."

Williamus nodded. "Excellent. Thank you good friend."

The otter smiled back. "Take some of our warriors with you? We can easily infiltrate their defenses and strike the enemy from inside his forts. We have much vengeance to expend upon the filthy Tusker rats."

Williamus shook his head. "I think the best place for you otters is fighting from your element on the Roana. I am sure Caesar will need you when the bridge hits the other side of the river. Take your fight to the enemy there."

The otter bowed and raised his paws to Alexander. "If you would be so kind?"

"If you weren't so important? I'd keep you as a pet." Alexander said as he hoisted the otter on his back. "If you don't mind me saying? You're just too cute to let go."

"I'm not the cute one here good wolf." The otter replied as Alexander went to return him to the river.

Williamus walked around more with his Captains before pointing them to their cohorts. "Hurry now! Finish the organizing and get ready to move, we must make ten Legua (Ten leagues = ten miles) by dawn."

Mamercus Festinius Asellio (Wolf) of the right flanking cohort raised a paw. "Sir? It's about useless to hide ourselves any more. We should cover the ground to the capital rapidly and over power the enemy before he becomes well organized."

"If we move too fast, the enemy will have a chance to fortify Chelsea. We want him to send his war elephants and Rhinos against the bridge. That is the plan and we will stick to it. With their best troops heading South, we can ransack the capital and drop behind them as Caesar attacks their front."

Alexander came up with the standard in his paws. "Are we going or what? Or are we going to sit here and have a "privates licking" party?"

Williamus looked down at his little brother..."I guess we'd better go before you wet your legs huh? Alright, but?…..but you stay right next to me Alexander. If we run into the enemy? You stay with me."

Alexander nodded. "Yes Commander." he said as he wagged his tail furiously.

Williamus bent down and kissed Alexander on his head. "I'm so proud of you little brother."

"And I of you...Commander." Alexander replied with a wide toothy smile. Williamus led his brother to the front of the central cohort with the legion arrayed around it by a lead cohort, flanking cohorts and a rear guard cohort. 5000 predators set in blocks of 1000 each fully armed and equipped for a rapid advance. Williamus was about to set the whole thing in motion when someone called out….

"Messenger for Commander Graylus! Where is the Commander?!" Garay yelled as he ran from cohort to cohort in his four legged form until Williamus called him….

"HERE GARAY! HERE!" Williamus yelped out.

The white wolf changed into his two legged form and dropped onto his butt as he came up to Williamus….(rapid panting) The gawds….(rapid panting) that was a long run..." Garay fell back onto his back. "Whine…..whine…."

"Are you hurt?" Williamus asked.

"From running my tail off my Commander? Of course." Garay replied.

"Get up you disrespectful oaf!" Alexander snapped, "Show respect!"

"Alexander?….please?" Williamus begged. He turned to Garay and helped him to his feet. "Where is Larotius?"

"He continues on with his slut." Garay snapped. "This vulpine whore we found drew us a map. I wouldn't trust that red bushy tailed bastard even if I was looking at him."

"Williamus and Alexander looked at the map." I understand your deep displeasure of foxes Garay but any information given can not be dismissed out of hand. When you are rested enough, I want you to run forwards and try to rejoin Larotius. We'll be right behind you."

Williamus turned to a messenger. "Get the captains quickly, I must give them an update and we'll be off as soon as possible within the hour. Tell everyone to prepare to go to four leg quick march, we must cover as much ground as possible before dawn."

"Yes Commander." The messenger replied.

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge building

Second hour of the third watch (2:24am)

Larotius and Cyprian on the move...20 miles South of Chelsea.

Cyprian placed a paw on Larotius' back, holding him at a pause in the bushes by a dirt and gravel road…

"There." The fox whispered with an angry snarl. "That? That is a dirty Socialator's wagon."

Larotius strained his eyes to make out details. "How many do you think are there?"

"At least a family or two." Cyprian replied. "I don't know how many adults we might have? I'm sure you don't want to have to lug "kits" all over Tusker."

Larotius sighed..."I promised you that no harm would come to any of your kind we came across."

"It can't be helped." Cyprian replied mournfully. "If there's any very young "kits", they won't survive alone. Death would be merciful for them and they would have their revenge. I told you I have dreamed of this day for a long time. But leave the Socialator bastard to me."

"We can't spend all day torturing a pimp." Larotius huffed.

"I just want it long enough to get the pleasure and satisfaction of watching a dirty pray animal suffer like they should." Cyprian snarled. "You take down the Socialator, I'll go for the wagon."

"You have no right to give me orders." Larotius snorted. "Just saying."

"Then order "your whore" to do something?" Cyprian snickered. "Just saying."

"I'm starting to like you Cyprian." Larotius said as he pulled out his Gladius sword. "That's dangerous."

The two predators split up and approached the Socialators' camp from two ends. Larotius stopped for a moment to see what he was up against, which thankfully was just a single sheep ram and a younger sheep male, perhaps a son or relation...which mattered nothing to the wolf as he licked his teeth.

Cyprian stopped on his end to look past the cage bar door and into the wagon. It looked to be mostly adult foxes inside but he couldn't be sure. Carefully… Cyprian moved to cover the ground from his place of hiding to the back of the wagon where he peaked in through the bars and had to hold in his thoughts of crying at the state of his fellows…

They were thankfully just juveniles to adults, a mix of females and males with some of the males chained and shackled to the wagon sides, obviously to keep them from having a merciful way out. Some of them were "Bobbed" of their tails to make raping them easier; nothing could have caused more despair or feeling of worthlessness than a fox to be deprived of their beautiful tail. Death would indeed be the only thing wished for after such a deprivation.

"Psssst!" Cyprian voiced as quiet as he could. "Pssst! Hello?"

One young fox awoke and slowly moved to the cage door..."What are you doing?" She asked.

Cyprian noted the collar around the female foxs' neck. She was a pre-teen of around ten or eleven years and had not been mounted….yet.

"My name is Cyprian. I am here to liberate all of you. My friend Larotius is almost ready to pounce…..shhhhhhh." Cyprian said as he began to fumble with the door lock and handle…

"No!" The little female yelped. "You must leave now or you will both be killed! All the others can hope for now is death. Please? Set fire to the hay in the wagon and release us from our suffering! Save yourself!"

"Not interested in a fox bonfire thank you." Cyprian replied. "These stupid locks are so difficult…."

Suddenly a voice broke the silence. "Is it the lock that's stupid or the fox that's even worse?"

Cyprian turned his head to see a sheep pointing an arrow at his head..."My my….aren't we a very gorgeous one? And trying to steel our property? Which do you prefer filthy Vulpine bastard? Arrow through your head or a thick sheep cock in your tail hole?"

Cyprian smiled at the young sheep. "I prefer the third option….wolf teeth."

Suddenly a blur flew out of no where and caught the young sheep by his neck! The archer had no time to bleat or scream as Larotius, in his two legged form, held him firm while he strangled the sheep to death with his drooling jaws…

He finished the slaying by tearing the Adam's apple clean out of the dead sheep's neck! The horror of the slaying awoke all the foxes in their prison and they all screamed and shrieked petrified terror!

"A WOLF!"

"WE'RE ALL DONE FOR!"

"PLEASE! SHOW US MERCY!"

Cyprian waved his paws frantically…."NO! NO HE IS MY FRIEND! WE ARE HERE TO LIBERATE YOU ALL!" He exclaimed…."It's alright...This Roman means you no harm. Your torture is over..."

"He will kill us all the moment you open the door, he's just using you to get at us!" A bob tailed male yelped.

"I will NOT kill you all." Larotius explained. "If you are fit to fight? Have they "raped the rage" out of all of you foxes?"

"And your kind would murder us, so what difference do two kinds of death make?" The obvious leader in the caged group snorted.

"You can stay in there then." Larotius snarled. "I could release your tormentor and you can all continue to suffer as you have or will….or…..you can put those little teeth you may try to call "canines" to good use and know that offering service to Caesar will give you somewhat of a better life than being whores."

The bob tailed head fox thought for a moment. "Where is that scum? Did you kill him?"

The Rams' name was "Kosogrex" though the ring of foxes now standing over him didn't care what his name was, only how he should meet his end…

The bob tailed leaders' name was "Cypselos" 25 years (Cyp-see-lows) and he growled angrily as he sought to push and twist the rams' head into the mud by his foot…"How does it feel on the other end you piece of rat snit?"

The others with Cypselos were….

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

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

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

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

"A little one like you should not spoil herself with blood and filth." Cyprian replied yet Athena persisted…

"He had my mother gang raped and my father beheaded. What more harm can I see?" Athena snarled. "Give me a knife!" The young fox snarled as she looked at the terrified ram. Larotius had him by a rope around his neck and a clawed paw ready at his throat to rip his gullet open….

"Hold his legs open." Athena ordered with a pointed paw and snarled with a slight smile as her fellow foxes jumped at the screaming "Kosogrex" and bit and punched him till they split his legs apart!

"PLEASE?! I TREATED ALL OF YOU AS WELL AS I COULD! I WASN'T CRUEL TO YOU!" The Ram screamed.

Athena reached out and cupped the Rams' scrotum sack in her paw..."Treated us well? Then we must return the favor for this "Good treatment" shouldn't we?" Athena snarled as she readied the knife at the base of the Ram's ball sack..."Our gift to our master!" She snarled and in one swift and brutal motion….Athena deprived the ram of his balls and his sheath! "Burn in Hades….filthy scum!" The little female fox said as she threw the severed sheep privates aside and turned her back to stand alone for a moment. She savored the screams of her former tormentor as he bled out from the ragged hole between his legs.

Larotius kicked the dead carcass aside and walked up to Athena as she turned and held the knife out to him…."You? You will not kill us?"

"I haven't the intention." Larotius replied. "Besides….I am not fond of fox meat...There's not enough on any of you to make a fitting side of ribs much less a banquet appetizer." Larotius looked at the dead ram. "What about that? Are you all hungry?"

"Hmph…." Athena snorted. "I don't like rat snit. Now if we come across a bunny or two?"

Cyprian walked up..."We really do not have time to sit and chatter. Let's go through what we might find here and keep going."

"Cypselos" came up with a bow and a quiver of arrows in his paw. "Found these. There's also enough small hand weapons and two swords for the others." Cypselos turned to Larotius..."What's your intentions wolf?"

"To raise a crop of terror if that interests you?" Larotius replied.

"Great." Cypselos replied. "I know exactly where to start."

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge building

first hour of the last watch (3am)

Tusker Confederacy side of the Roana

An old rabbit walked up to Melilis as the Rhino watched various groups of pray mammals working to hurry the construction of fixed defensive lines spanning the heights of Nalo above the river. Being laid over the face of the heights in bleacher like rows, the defenses would allow archers to shoot a blanket of arrows and bolts down upon the Romans as they tried to cross. The hope for Melilis was... if he couldn't successfully burn the span, he might be able to "bottle-neck" the Romans on it by their own dead at the head of the march column. Trapping them would prevent them from being able to throw all their strength at him at once, the same as if they had tried as before to cross the river by boat with hopefully the same satisfactory result….a legion of dead predators.

"Honorable Captain?" The rabbit asked as he patted Melilis's leg. "Honorable Captain? Where should I deploy my cohort of rabbits?"

Melilis broke from his deep thinking. "Oh….deploy them closest to the river bank so their arrows might have some effect there. Your targets will most likely be otters I'm afraid to say."

"The otters? Did the Suwani go to the Romans?" The rabbit asked.

"I'm afraid that is the case." Melilis replied. "They will certainly defend the bridge crossing. Make haste now." The Rhino ordered.

A sounding horn told Melilis that a herald had come from the capital city and he turned to see the wart hog Pumbatis riding atop Comitus the reindeer. "Captain! His highness is aware of the Roman threat! He is ordering conscription and sending the war Elephants and Rhinos from the Capital." Pumbatis said as he dismounted.

"Is he aware the Romans are building a bridge across the Roana and the Suwani have joined their cause?" Melilis asked.

"A bridge? Impossible." Pumbatis snorted. "The river is to deep. The currents are too wild. They…." Pumbatis was cut short when Melilis turned his head towards the rapidly coming bridgework…."I….may have been to hasty with my words." Pumbatis said with his mouth gaped open. "Ummm….honorable Captain? When will they be?…."

"At least two days...perhaps sooner." Melilis replied. "I have already sent word to the Capital that perhaps they should treat this with greater urgency."

Comitus walked up with his arms crossed. "I would think so. What do we have so far stacked against them?"

"A few deer, a couple cohorts of goats and sheep, a cohort of bunnies and a mixed cohort of Rhinos and Bulls against…...oh…...perhaps fifty thousand predators, a full roman legion." Melilis explained.

"We must put an end to that bridge then." Comitus replied.

"What good chances we had against it at this point were wasted away thanks to the nobility. The Suwani went over to Cesar's side, that makes a legion of very irate otters against us as well and certainly they will fight to defend the bridge works."

Comitus snorted. "Still Sir, we must try! Give me three boats with archers and shields."

"You'll be in the otters' element Comitus. I will not allow a needless waste of fighting mammals in such an attempt."

"So you'll allow these predators to torture and eat our children, rape our females and enslave most of us to death in the mines? I would rather die fighting than being whipped and worked to death for those animals. Let us try Captain?" Comitus said firmly.

Melilis relented. "You may try. But only three boats and only one attempt." He said as he placed a hand on Comitus. "You understand you may not return?"

"As I said….death would be preferable to being made a cart puller or a hanging side of legless still living meat at one of their markets. Gawds help us if we fail to do anything but wait for our doom."

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge crossing

first hour of the last watch (3:30am)

The Lightening Legion on the march

15 Miles South of Kapsi, 30 Miles south of Chelsea

The five thousand predators of the lightening legion set in a moving cross of five blocks, one thousand predators strong each moved as one soul over the dark covered land after they had set out from their river side encampment. All were in their four legged forms, the blocks kept constantly square one to the other by a series of runners who ran around in circles from one block (a cohort) to the next constantly giving each Captain updates on position and rate of movements.

Alexander, the standard affixed on his backpack, was giddy with ecstacy at the sight...especially that of his beautiful older brother. Williamus looked huge in his four legged form, his head tuft flying over and behind his ears and face like visage of a glorious gawd. His paws were big, their claws extended to grip the ground under them like a set of vicious daggers and his countenance was that of murder waiting to be unleashed upon the enemy.

"Where are we heading brother? To the capital city?" Alexander asked as he panted and strained to keep up with the rolling ranks of predators.

"First we forage." Williamus huffed back. "We have many mouths to feed on the march. The map Larotius gave us shows a large bunny settlement not too far from here and a big one of goats after that. You like goat meat don't you?"

"Goat's a little tough for me Commander but food is food no matter what!" Alexander huffed. "I just want to get into a fight and maul something!"

"You will stay on my tail and do as you're told!" Williamus replied. "No going off chasing pray unless I'm will you. It would be too easy to set us up for an ambush and the enemy will want to capture a Roman standard if he can."

"When will we reach the bunny settlement?" Alexander asked.

"Before dawn." Williamus replied. "With any luck we'll run through it and find a place to bed down before the sun comes up."

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge crossing

first hour of the last watch (3:30am)

The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation.

Ademi awoke to the sound of a herald screaming across the village. "TO ARMS! TO ARMS! ALL COME TO ARMS! WE ARE BEING INVADED! TO ARMS!"

Ademi's father, his male lover and Ademi's mother all rose and went to the door of the hut as a bunny jumped off an African "Dic Dic" and ran to one of the elders as he emerged from his hut..."I bring news from his high majesty! The Romans are bridging the Roana! All who can fight are being called to the army, all adult males are needed at once!"

Paeeon huffed..."It can not be. The great Roana can not be bridged. Some one is having a very active imagination."

Ademi's father turned from the door. "We have no luxury to suppose imaginations. A herald from the King is nothing to imagine." The big goat said as he walked to a small "keep" in the hut and started to pull out armor and weapons…

"Father?" Ademi asked. "You're not going are you?"

"A foolish question to ask." Ademi's father replied. "Paeeon? I suppose you have no weapons?"

"A lover needs no weapons." Paeeon replied.

"This is no time to be a silly female." Ademi's father snorted as he pushed a short sword into his lover's chest. "Every male who can lift a blade is needed. No filthy mange ridden wolf is going to set his snitty filled paws on our village."

"What about me father?" Ademi asked. "Should I go too?"

"No." Ademi's father replied. "You have your place. Your marriage excludes both you and your lover from service for six months. Enjoy yourself son and fear nothing. I regret I will miss your wedding."

Ademi's mother caught her husband by the arm. "Be safe? What shall we do if the Romans'…."

Ademi watched as his father handed his mother a dagger. Ademi need not figure out the reason why….the blade was for him and his toddler sister and he swallowed knowing that if things came too horrible fruition? He and his sister would be killed rather than allowed to fall prey to the ravenous wolves and their other predator brethren. But just so there was no doubt….Ademi's father approached him with another dagger…

"You are my only son and the leader of the house while I am away. If the Romans come my son? You must kill your mother, your sister and yourself. Pan will never forgive you if you live to be a slave while your mother and sister are brutalized or worse. If you can't do it? Then your future husband certainly will without reservation. Do you understand?" Ademi's father asked.

"The Romans won't come here father." Ademi said. "I know you and Paeeon will stop them."

"Let us all hope so." The big goat said. "In the morning? Gather up your friends and all the other young goats and offer prayers to Pan. Hopefully the Gawds will grant us mercy to defeat out hated enemy."

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge crossing

first hour of the last watch (3:37am)

Garrison of the heavy war elephant Legion, Tusker Confederation

Tantor Nebrex came forth from his own tent dressed in armor and strapping a huge Claymore sword to his massive girth as a smaller and younger attending elephant had to chase after him to affix his cape of office…

"Sir! Give me a moment!" The young elephant said. "You're not giving me the time to bless the weaponry."

Nebrex turned his head. "We have no time to spare. Unless you want to end up a side of meat in a Roman storage house?" The older Elephant snorted. "Bridging the Roana, who ever thought the Romans could be so cleaver to make such an achievement possible? Go forth Stomper and see how the legion is forming up will you please? Stop trifling over a dumb cloth?"

Nebrex was still trying to shake out the cob webs from his addled brain as a gray bull rhino named Sagitarus walked up..."I see you too have been thrown into mystification?"

"Your brilliance for wordplay itself astounds me good Sagitarus. Is your cohort moving or are they still screwing foxes and drinking like always?" The bull elephant huffed.

"I am immune to your defamations Sir." The rhino replied. "We have been ready before you got out of your bed. What did the latest herald tell you?"

Nebrex found a place in the grass of the garrison to sit. "That the "dogs" were half way with their bridge and making fast progress for the river bank."

"If I may correct you Sir?" Nebrex asked. "They are not just "dogs"."

"They are filthy rotten predatorial scum led by a gang of tail hole licking, bowl slurping, howling mutts." Nebrex snarled. "And as always, we will send those mongrels back from whence they came with their tails shoved up their rumps! Now? Do you wish to diversify the Romans any further?"

Sagitarus raised a finger..."If I may point out historical fact Sir? Your great relations were not killed by wolves but by a cat."

Nebrex rubbed his forehead…."Sagitarus? Do you want me to kill you?"

"No Sir. I don't want you to over-estimate nor under-estimate our situation. That's all." Sagitarus replied.

Nebrex blew from his trunk a short "toot". "Please go my friend and see that the legion is ready to move out? Wolf, Tiger, Cat, Dog….who cares what the Romans bring to the fight? They all smear the same under our weight, that's the only thing I want to have any care for."

Year 373 of the Roman Calendar

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge building

first hour of the last watch (4am)

Larotius and Cyprian on the move...outskirts of the bunny village of Kyknos

Cypselos (Red fox) stopped everyone short on a small hill overlooking the village of Kyknos…

"There is a good place to start." The angry fox snarled. "Filthy rabbits. These bunnies captured me as a kit and sold me into a life of hell."

Athena licked her chops..."And right now? I am so hungry for rabbit meat."

Larotius raised a paw finger. "We don't want to kill all of them. Leave some alive so they can run and help us to sew a little confusion. Let them think there's already a band of wolves running behind their lines. Split their forces."

Cyprian motioned with a paw…."Aster, Marlo, Icarus, Eetion. Come with me. We will circle wide to the other side of the village and take the huts at the far end."

Larotius whispered to Cypselos..."Which hut has the village leader?"

Cypselos pointed. "See the decorative pole there? See the fox tails?" The fox said as he looked at Larotius with a face of contempt yet toleration.

"I know…." Larotius said. "I know….we Romans do the same thing on our standards too. You must not judge me by what my society does."

"I don't trust you completely Roman." Cypselos snorted. "I'll be watching you like a hawk."

"I never doubted that you would not." Larotius replied. "But at the moment? Are you interested in me or interested in getting some vengeance on some long eared, cotton tailed bastards?"

Cypselos pulled out a dagger. "No need to explain further do I?"

Larotius smiled with a toothy grin as he followed Cypselos over the lip of the hill and down into the village where Cyprian and his band were already doing their worst from hut to hut. At least they were keeping it quiet, the successes evident by the flying bodies of young dead rabbit "kittens" being flung from hut after hut, their throats slashed or necks snapped like twigs…

The slaughter was still unknown to the family of Versenius, the tribal chief of the Helvetines who lay with his wife, their two daughters, their sons in law and the ten kittens scattered about the floor of the hut. The situation however became suddenly and brutally clear when Versenius opened his eyes to look into the slitted and menacing eyes of a huge wolf standing over his bed….

"Yes….time to wake up and run, run. Run rabbit!" Larotius snarled as he clamped a paw around Versenius's neck while stabbing his wife through the breasts as she lay next to him! For the moment, that's where Larotius left his sword...pinning the dying bunny bitch in place as he pulled Versenius from his bed, carried him out of the tent and threw him hard enough to the ground to cause one of the terrified rabbits legs to snap!

"Don't let him die that quick Wolf!" Cypselos snarled as his fellows held Versenius's daughters and their children by their ears on their knees. The sons in law had already been "dispatched". Their necks opened and torn by bloody teeth, the two males quivered and gagged as they lay drowning in their blood..."

"Remember me?" Cypselos said as he walked up and punched Versenius in the stomach! "Filthy rabbit...hell has come to you at last!" Cypselos turned to the other foxes..."Rape the little bitch rabbits! Cut the cocks off the males!" He then turned to Versenius and smiled..."You….however? You get to live. Lucky you."

The suffering village leader screamed and cried as he watched each of his daughters and grand daughters despoiled brutally before him, the male foxes having their turns humping the crying bunnies or thrusting their cocks into each hole that could be used. It was the female fox who dispatched each female bunny in turn, cutting their throats or slicing their bellies open so their entrails spilled out.

Each of Versenius's grand sons faired no kinder. In turn they were lifted up by two foxes grabbing their arms and legs and spreading them open so the crazed blood lusting little female fox could deprive them of their maleness, some of them she forced their separated sex organs into their mouths before slicing their throats…

Versenius lay sobbing as he watched his family and his village folk heaped into a pile of blood covered un-cared for trash by the giddy foxes before him…

"What's he crying for?" Asphalion snapped. "Not like there's not enough cotton tailed rats in this world. Maybe you shouldn't have sold some of us foxes into sex and slavery there you long eared bastard?"

"Yeah…." Icarus snorted. "You're getting off a little too light." The silver and white fox youth snapped. Icarus looked at Larotius with a sneer. "Hey Roman? You should rip this bunny's tail hole apart with your cock?"

Marlo snarled joyously…."Yeah? Can't let him get away without another reminder of his place in things can we?"

The male foxes leaped upon Versenius! They ripped his tunic and his under-wrap away, forced him onto his stomach and hiked his hinds up by his tail! "Come on Wolf of Rome! Show this miserable little rat his place!"

"Yeah! Rape the snit out of him!" Eetion cried out! "Let him know the pain we've suffered all these years!"

"KNOT HIM UP!" Cypselos cried out and soon the other foxes followed. "KNOT HIM UP!""KNOT HIM UP!""KNOT HIM UP!….

But Larotius did something else instead. He picked Versenius up off the ground, wrapped him up in his tunic then spanked him repeatedly and brutally on his rump before throwing him down onto the dirt and stomping a foot on his head…

"Spread the word to all the prey of this land rabbit! What was done to your village will be surely repeated! We shall put you miserable prey animals back where you were made to be as meat on tables or beast at our beckoning! Your only choice is surrender and supplicate or fight and die but you will all be meat for our tables or burden beats for our carts! Prey are slaves or sides of meat!….make your choice, you have not long!"

Larotius kicked Vernsenius as he stumbled to his feet..."Get to running rabbit! The wolves and hombrah will be right on your ass….GO!"

When Versenius was no longer seen, Larotius turned to the foxes and growled. "This is your only moment of vengeance foxes. I will not allow any more senseless waist of valuable meat stocks like this." The wolf growled as he pointed his paw at the pile of dead rabbits. "Do you all understand me?"

Cypselos laid on his back and displayed his ragged and torn tail hole..."Do you understand this? Do you know what it's like to be raped and torn like this almost every day of your life wolf? At least with you Romans we are given a quick and merciful death! Here in this land we have been in a living death day after day...our beautiful tails taken from us! Our females torn apart so they can't mate or have kits! We males feminized and made docile fluck toys for brutes? What right do you have to say we can not avenge ourselves upon on torturers? As I said before wolf? you will come and we will die but at least with you Romans it will be a merciful death!"

Larotius sighed…."As I said before...you are all with me. No harm will come to you and I will do my best to make sure no harm comes to those foxes who join our cause. You will find Great Caesar is both generous and merciful when prey and predator serve him well but we can not destroy good stocks of meat like this."

Cyprian came up with Euplos with a surprise between them. A row of fat young rabbits bound and tied to the rope between the two foxes. "We were smart enough to chose a few of the nice plump ones to keep alive."

Larotius licked his chops as he looked at the five shivering and crying bunnies. "Nice choice...specially this little female. She's not fat...she's pregnant." Larotius said with a deep snarl of wicked delight.

Without another word….Larotius moved to snatch the pregnant female bunny off her feet by his jaws clamped around her neck and strangled her to death as the foxes stood around drooling and locking their own chops with great delight…

"Mmmmm….she's full of kittens….all that gorgeous fresh young meat." Athema said as she rubbed her paw over the quivering belly of the dying rabbit.

Larotius dropped the dead carcass on the ground and licked the blood off his teeth. "Prepare her and eat well foxes. We must be moving on as soon as we can." Larotius said. He turned to Cyprian and snarled. "Fire the village, let's send a signal that hell is here for all these filthy prey mammals who dare to defy their rightful overlords."

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge crossing

second hour of the last watch (5 am)

The Lightening Legion on the march

10 Miles South of Kapsi, 25 Miles south of Chelsea

The bunny village of Flayrah.

Williamus pulled the young rabbit behind him bound to a rope around its' neck. The work had been swift, the legion had descended and torn through the bunnies like a scythe in seconds before any of them had a chance to grab a weapon or cry out an alarm. He even gave his little brother a chance to make his first real combat kill as he "sicked" Alexander on a bunny who managed to pop from his warren with a sword in paw. The youngster wolf dispatched the rabbit without hesitation, blood still staining around his maw as the now four legged youngster hopped and bounced wildly around his older brother…

"Mine brother?" Alexander yelped. "Mine? Is he mine?"

Williamus pulled the young bunny to him and gripped him by his ears..."He's all yours to devour." Williamus said as he took a quick look around him. "Devour or despoil to your liking?"

Alexander huffed…."I'm not going to have sex with a rabbit!"

Williamus smiled. "Then I guess you better catch him then!" The big wolf barked back as he pushed the poor screaming young bunny into a run!

Alexander chased after his prey, the bunny giving him quite a tiring work out before the midling wolf bounded over a fallen tree, caught the bunny by an ear and whipped him to the ground!

Williamus ran to catch the mauling and found Alexander violently shaking the screaming rabbit in the air by his maw before dropping him to the ground and sitting on his hinds pleasurably panting…

The bunny was sobbing, yelping in pain from a broken arm and torn open bloody wounds..."ALEXANDER?!" Williamus snapped. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm playing." Alexander replied. "I want him to live a little longer so I can enjoy chasing him..."

Williamus acted swiftly. He snatched the bunny by his ears and cut deep into his throat, killing him. "I did not give you this bunny to "play with" I gave him to you for food. We don't play with our food Alexander, do you understand me? We don't act like a pack of hunting dogs."

"You let other predators in the legion "play" with their food!" Alexander snapped.

"That's "them!" Alexander!" Willianus replied. "You are part of the Graylus family...we are always merciful when we deal with prey for food or sacrifices, it is below us to be such barbarian carnivores as those who would allow a prey mammal to suffer needlessly..."

Alexander snapped back. "Sometimes Williamus? I think you've become a little too effeminate! Only females would worry about the feelings of a piece of dinner meat. All I wanted was for the bunny to last a little longer so I could feel as powerful and happy as our ancestors tracking down the scent of warm blood and tingling at the fear flowing from the piss of my prey. Sheesh….you treat me as some sort of domesticated pet."

Williamus sighed..."You know that's not true. I'm preparing you to be an important member of our family which you always seem happy in making difficult for me. Try to understand Alexander? Now….eat your dinner."

Alexander laid on the ground and began to rip away at the dead bunny, chewing off chunks of his flesh and fur..."This wasn't really an honest fight brother?" Alexander said to Williamus. "These bunnies never had the chance to fight. Not very fair for your "sensitive morals" there...big brother."

"We took them fast which was merciful." Williamus replied. "Do you think honestly that I would not piss myself in a real battle?"

Alexander looked up as he chewed away on the rabbit..."You afraid brother? Never!"

"No one is beyond fear Alexander." Williamus replied. "Even Caesar worries about coming battles. I can bet you that right now? He's probably tossing in his sleep as the bridge edges closer to the other side of the river.

Mid-June

The Zootopian Middle Age

Day three of the bridge crossing

second hour of the last watch (5 am)

Comitus leads a boat squadron against the Roman bridgeworks

Though he was able to assemble five long boats full of determined soldiers, Comitus and the collection of prey mammals with him were under no illusions. None of them wanted to kill the little river dwellers, to many the otters had been unoffensive things but to others, they had joined their king's orders and his feelings that the otters' were predatory vermin who were no better than the rest of the murdering lot now rushing to gain a paw hold on land, kingdom and families. Though several otters along their route were popping up and beckoning the boats to turn around, no one dared to fire at them.

Comitus shrugged off the pleas of the otters, this thing could not be reversed nor helped, he had children and a wife to protect….."Forwards!" The big reindeer cried out as he waved a sword. "Forwards! Row faster! For country and home row damn you!" Comitus screamed out as the long boats picked up their furious pace. The little fleet was paltry against the might of Rome but if they could jut get some splashed Turpentine on the structure and set it ablaze, there was at least hope of buying time against the predatorial hordes. Better death than hang with your guts splayed out at a meat market for Tigers, Bears and snit eating dogs!

Somewhere below the waters of the Roana, a "flight" of otters, a cohort of a hundred warriors were swimming in a "v-wing" formation led by Prince Icronius of the royal house of the Suwani tribe. All were dressed in battle leathers carrying bows with arrows covered in deadly toxic moss. One arrow alone would cause a very cruel death to the victim, an agony made terrible by the paralysis that would set in before the organs would literally rot…

A herald swam up to his highness..."My Prince! Comitus and those in the boat have refused us!"

Icronius turned about to face his brethren and raised a paw..."We have been merciful! Now we must be cold and cruel! Every otter will do his duty, if it is the intention of these poor mammals to want death? Then death shall they have! Spare Comitus if you can! We will offer him as our gift to our liberator! HAIL CAESAR!"

"FOR CAESAR WE DIE! FOR OUR CHILDREN AND FEMALES WE FIGHT!" The otters replied screaming. Then the whole flight took on a burst of speed towards their coming battle.

End of chapter 6

The others with Cypselos were….

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

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

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

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