Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 12:49:41 EST
From: CeTe <CeTe@gmx.li>
Subject: CeTe's Zoostories VII - Quintus

CeTe's Zoostories VII
Quintus

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The world's first ancient zoostories about the young Roman legionary
Quintus and his historic adventures with the most dangerous animals.

Panem et Circenses I

"Kill her!," the centurion shouted.

Quintus hesitated. The Hispanic started crying.

"Shuddup, you whore!"

The centurion whirled around and cut off her head.

"Legionary Quintus Rationus," he yelled, "you're a wretched traitor. I
guess you'll feel better among your equals."

It was Caesar Commodus's birthday. Quintus watched at one of the two
intrances to the arena. While hearing the death screams of the doomed
people behind the lattice gate, he thought back to that battle of serious
consequences three months ago.

His cohort had set out to suppress a rising of the Basques, an unyielding
mountain tribe. The second day, they fell into an ambush, but thanks to
their superior tactics, they defeated them. Afterwards, his unit took
revenge on the barbarians, assaulted their village, massacred their
families. Quintus, though, could not slay that defenseless woman, kneeling
at his feet and begging for mercy. Owing to his compassion, his centurion
transferred him to the guard of the Coliseum, the greatest amphitheater, in
the capital of the Roman Empire, the center of the world, Rome.


Panem et circenses, bread and games were the means whereby the Emperor
entertained his subjects. Quintus was different; he hated such senseless
massacres he had to attend at, or he would die.

The munus, the death fight, was over. Dozens of lacerated bodies lay in the
blood-soaked sand, and the predators were replete. They left the place of
execution, passing him. He starred at them in awe and arousal.

Panem et Circenses II

At dead of night, Quintus strode thru the Coliseum's dark vaults. Merely
his burning torch lightened his way.

Suddenly, he heard a low noise, raised his spear and called combat-readily,
"Someone there?"

No answer.

"Come here!," he told in a hard voice.

Quintus went forward watchfully. He arrived at the wild animal
cages. Walking slowly along the grilles, the nineteen-year-old legionary
looked into the separate cells. In the first one, he saw a couple of
sleeping lionesses. Within the second one lay a lion. He was asleep as
well. Quintus stopped, admiring that proud predator.

"By Jupiter, what a mighty creature!," he whispered impressedly.

Then there was the same noise. It came from inside the third cage. He
stepped close up, the flame of his torch shone into the small cell, he
beheld a feline with a yellow, black-speckled fur: a cheetah.

Quintus was enchanted. That was the most beautiful animal he had ever
seen. He gazed into her glowing eyes, she gazed back, time passed by.

Unexpectedly, she hissed threateningly, turned around flashingly and
sprayed hot urine against his bare legs. Her scent rose to his nose,
captivating his senses.

Hypnotizedly, he unlocked the lattice door, lifted his tunica, loosened his
woollen underwear, kneeled down behind her. His rough hands, grasped her
fleecy flanks, his phallus touched her smooth, soft labia. With a single
thrust, he stretched them apart and penetrated her tight.

Instantaneously, they came to an overpowering orgasm, and her passionate
roar echoed from the walls of the eternal monument. After satisfying her,
Quintus left the cheetah alone in her forsaken dungeon.

The following day, she returned into the arena to devour the damned.

All Around the World I

Apparantly, the gods had damned Quintus to do his entire military service
in the Coliseum guard. In fact, though, they were merciful to him.

One day, during the murderous munera, the honorable senator Patricius,
addicted to the frenzy of bloodlust, leaned out so far that he fell over
the parapet into the arena. The fighting gladiators immediately pounced
upon the unarmed patrician, and they would have massacred him, if a
vigilant legionary had not preserved him from a cruel death.

Patricius asked his rescuer imposedly, "What's your name?"

"Rationus, my Lord," the panting man answered.

"Legionary Rationus, I promote you to a decurion for savin' my divine
life."

On the way to his new garrison in Florence, Quintus visited his parents'
estate. His goodhearted mother Angelica was unspeakably proud of her
glorious son, and even Maximilianus, his severe father, lauded
him. Unluckily, his six brothers did not share that commendation.

"You've been abandonin' us," his older brother Septimius reproached
jealously, "instead of supportin' your family, you joined the army."

Rather disappointed, he withdrew into their stable and sat down beside
their faithful plaw horse Hinnitus.

"What shall I do?," he sighed, looking at the aged stallion.

As Hinnitus commenced urinating unannouncedly, Quintus remembered the time,
when they had played with his gigantic penis. In momentary melancholia, the
decurion seized the hanging organ like an ignorant child, however,
something was different.

Since his encounter with the cheetah, animals seduced him. Holding
Hinnitus's penis in his hand, it began swelling steadily. Amor's arrow hit
him, made him suck the phallus to the ultimate climax.

On December 31st, 192, treacherous conspirators strangled Caesar Commodus
and proclaimed Caesar Pertinax. Meanwhile, the Perthians were attacking the
Eastern frontier of the Roman Empire. Quintus's legion set out to subjugate
them.

All Around the World II

The campaign was as hard as the hostiles who were attempting to reconquer
Mesopotamia that had been occupied for eighty-four years. That most fertile
region had been a hotly contested war zone since Caesar Traianus had
destroyed the Parthian empire's capital Babylonia.

And while the hereditary enemies were beating off the foreign occupiers, a
civil war broke out in the Roman Empire.

Caesar Commodus had been the last emperor of the Antonian dynasty. After
his murder, Caesar Pertinax tried reigning justly and restricting the
influence of the Praetorians, the imperial bodyguard. But those corrupt,
power-hungry soldiers killed him for his righteousness and auctioned off
the might to the highest bidding senator Iulianus who became Caesar of
Rome.

The provincial procurators of Britain, Upper Pannonia and Syria, though,
did not acknowledge the emperor and proclaimed themselves
Caesar. Therefore, their subordinate legions began fighting against each
other.

On April 9th, 193, the Upper Pannonian procurator Severus emerged as the
new Caesar from the Roman cvil war.

At that time, Quintus's decury, a unit of ten legionaries, was decimated to
him. The combat-experienced decurion took the lead of another troop whose
commander had fallen in the decisive battle. His cohort had to proceed to
Egypt. Crossing Syria, he encountered a people praying to only one almighty
god in stark contrast to his belief in many different gods under the prime
god Jupiter.

In the middle of May, they arrived at the Nile. Quintus saw there strange
saurians. The Egyptians called them holy creatures or crocodiles. Once
more, his divine desire came over him.

The same night, he left his camp. Although he trusted in his gods not to be
devoured, they set upon him. Wrestling with a thirteen-foot female in the
darkness, he rammed his erect penis into her horny vagina, calming her
abruptly. Peacefully, they kept on lying in each other to the following
morning.

Last but not least, Quintus was ordered to participate in Caeasar Severus's
triumphal procession.

All Around the World III

On a bright morning, Quintus was marching in cadence with thousands of his
comrades on the Via Appia, thru Nero's triumphal arch down to the Roman
Forum, the main market place of the world's center. There, on the historic
rostra, stood a little small, full-bearded, intelligent-seeming man: His
divine Majesty Caesar Severus.

The wise emperor spoke, "Brave legionaries, devout subjects, I'm with you,"
and the crowd began rejoicing boisterously.

Even though Quintus could no longer listen to his sage speech, it did not
matter cos he adored him anyway.

The same afternoon, his Caesar set off to crush his detested adversaries in
Syria and Britain who dared to resist his infallible omnipotence. Quintus
had also to move to Lisbon, his new garrison.

For him, the quiet city at the Atlantic Ocean was a sheer vacation after
half a year of bloody battles. Watching the Western gate in a starlit
night, the content decurion suddenly heard desperate death screams from the
near beach. Native fishermen told him about a terrific monster with
terrible jaws emerging from nowhere, snapping at their fellow, tearing him
off into the black darkness.

Heedfully, Quintus waded thru the shallow water, as a tremendous white
shark clutched him with her mortal teeth, but instead of biting him dead,
she set him free and pressed her abdomen against his till his upright penis
penetrated her genital slit. Then she started squeezing his sensitive
phallus by her vaginal muscles, forcing her helpless prey to pump all his
precious seed into her. Finally, the shark dived away whereas her swooned
victim lay in the wet sand traumatizedly.

Three months later, they transfered him to Cologne. His fear for the sea
remained. Without recognizing, Quintus had gone all over the world.

The Beatified

Germania was a hard country. The winter began; the gods sent rain, hail,
storm and snow Quintus had never seen before. All he had heard of it had
been the holy histories of the snowy, sacred mountain Olympus.

When reported for duty one morning, however, tender snowflakes were falling
from the grey sky, changing the whole scenery's color into sparkling white.

Living in Cologne was not as strenous as it seemed to be under those
circumstances. The busy city's population consisted of five thousand
legionaries and twenty thousand civilians; there was flourishing trade, a
solid infrastructure, beautiful girls and numerous other conveniences so
that the soldiers were able to relax within the thermal springs every
evening before returning into their legion castellum.

Next to Cologne flowed the Rhine, the river forming the frontier between
the Roman province of Lower Germania and the free land of the
Germanics. They were belligerent, uncivilized, dreadful. Quintus hated
them.

On a bitterly cold day in December, his decury had to patrol beyond the
border, in the enemy territory. Trudging thru the deep snow, across the
thick woods, they stumbled on some hunting hostiles, nine comrades fell in
the following combat, he escaped.

Disorientatedly, Quintus wandered thru the wilderness till he came to a
brook. He stopped to quench his parching thirst. Drinking greadily, he
noticed a powerful aurochs doing the same five hundred feet away.

Full of fascination, Quintus slunk to the impressive bull. As soon as he
smelled the approaching man, he bent down his threatening horns, though,
the enticed stranger did not show the slightest fear, but grasped his vast
balls and commenced masturbating him. The heavy animal climaxed while
Quintus was taking his creamy cum desirously.

Oddly enough, he got back to his garrison directly after the incredible
occurence. At once, the scales fell from his eyes, and Quintus was clear
the savage creatures he had encountered could have killed him without the
least effort. He was beatified.

Glory and Honor

And spring came, nature turned green, Quintus got used to his Germanic
home. Then, though, that message from senator Patricious reached him.

Quintus Bellicosus Rationus Germanicus,

my Caesar Severus has Caesar Pertinax's murderer executed and is going to
draw up a new bodyguard. As you are know to have fight gloriously in the
victorious campaign against the Germanics, I proposed you to the honorable
praetorians. They are requiring you.

Primus Sapius Patricius

The praetorians were five hundred elite soldiers, stationed in the
praetorian castellum at Rome's periphery, guarding the emperor, who had
gotten mightier and mightier within the preceding centuries wherefore
Severus had them replaced entirely. Quintus was proud of being a
praetorian. Furthermore, life became quite easier: more responsibility,
less combats.

On the occasion of his Caesar's outstanding triumph over his Syrian and
British opponents in 196, he had to present at the brutal munera taking
place at the Coliseum to watch the emperor and his noble family. In
uttermost consternation, Quintus saw several venatiors, heavily armed
hunters, massacring hundreds of chanceless predators like the infatuating
cheetah the merciful decurion had made love with who was being stabbed by a
despicable venatior's lance.

At the end of the atrocious slaughtering, a strong lion overwhelmed one of
his abject tormentors and fled thru an open gate into freedom, causing a
panic-stricken uproar in the overcrowded streets of the imperial
capital. Chaotic minutes later, he disappeared.

Wrathful Severus sent out Quintus's decury with the cold-blooded mission to
catch the fugitive animal dead or alive.

At nightfall, they had traced him out. He had retired into a treacherous
moor. They spread, surrounded the trackless area. The following morning,
their demanded reinforcements would bag him.

Striving with his divided loyalty towards his divine emperor and the
guiltless victim of the human's contemptible bloodlust, Quintus recognized
the searched creature in front of him. Although the bold decurion raised
his spear ad hoc, the beatified could not throw it at that majestic lion
who lashed at him aggressively, knocking him down. Overpoweredly, he turned
around to stand up futilely; the big cat's sharp claws were holding him
fast.

The irate predator started snorting; Quintus felt his hard penis thrusting
into his flexed anus that had never been penetrated to that exciting
moment.

He moaned, "By all gods, what's happenin' to me?"

In burning desire, the overpotent male mounted the defenseless man who
almost fainted by his smarting pain. When the satisfied lion was having his
wild orgasm, his hot cum shot into his exhausted mate's raw
rectum. Eventually, he ran away.

By his compassionate incapability of harming any innocent creature, Quintus
saved another life.

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