The Fall of Prince Horus

By Phantasmagore

This is a work of dark adult fantasy involving fictional characters. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral acts portrayed within.

The inky black sky hung over the Diamond Palace, seat of the Victrum Kingdom and home to its ruler, King Darius. It was a massive structure built from beautiful, glistening stone, its walls and spires sticking straight up above the surrounding forest, as if reaching to grasp the heavens. From the king’s balcony at the top of the highest tower, it was said that one could watch the sun set over the entire world.

Tonight, though, it wasn’t the sunset that gave the pale stone a warm glow. Instead, roaring flames littered the grounds, fueling the chaos as screams and battle cries filled the air.

The night’s darkness provided the perfect cover for an attack. The palace was built to withstand an assault or siege by a large army, but it was woefully unprepared for a smaller, stealthier group infiltrating in the dead of night. By the time the castle guard had caught on to what was happening, the newcomers had already taken control of the main gate and opened the way for the rest of their forces to come pouring in.

The palace guards were fiercely loyal to their king, but it was quickly becoming apparent that they were outmatched. The invaders didn’t have ornate armor or fine weaponry. Their equipment was unrefined, and many of them had no real armor at all. Their ferocity was unmatched, however. It was as if each of them were a demon sent straight from the pits of Hell, ripping apart everything and everyone in their way. Try as they might to repel the attack, the guards were quickly being torn to shreds, gallantly crying out in defiance even as they lost ground.

“No no no no no…”

A short mouse scurried about frantically, trembling as he listened to the sounds of battle outside the window. Even if one didn’t recognize him by his light grey fur and the distinctive white speckles dotting his forehead, his fine purple nightgown and the thin silver circlet resting on his bedside table would have given him away as Prince Horus, the only son of Darius and the heir to the throne.

He dragged a heavy armchair across the carpeted floor. It was difficult for the pampered rodent, but he eventually managed to get it to the door. He propped it at an angle under the handle. If the lock failed, maybe the chair would be enough to keep any would-be invader out.

He tried to push over the wardrobe to add to his makeshift barricade, but it was too heavy for him to move. Any time that he wanted his room rearranged, he always had the servants take care of it. He never realized how hard it was.

Giving up on moving anything more substantial into the door’s way, Horus looked out the window to survey the battle raging outside.

There was no way for him to make out what was going on out there. The fires scattered around the palace grounds spat thick clouds of smoke into the air, obscuring the view from his window. He could see vague shapes running, fighting, and fleeing, but he couldn’t tell who was who. Either side could be winning, for all he knew. He could only sit, wait, and pray that the guards would repel the invaders.

Helpless to do anything but wait, he wrapped a blanket around himself and huddled next to his bed. Who knew how long he spent sitting there, clinging to the fine fabric like a shield against the grim reality outside. It could have been minutes or hours, but eventually, the sounds of fighting and carnage began to die down. It got quieter and quieter, until there was just a deathly silence.

‘Did we win?’ he thought to himself, shuddering as he imagined the sight that must be waiting outside his window. He didn’t dare to look.

His ears perked up as he heard a noise on the other side of the door. Quietly at first, but growing with every second, was the sound of footsteps.

‘Someone’s coming. Please be Captain Grozna, please be Captain Grozna…’

The footsteps stopped just outside his room. The doorknob jiggled, but the lock held firm. Horus almost asked who it was on reflex, but he bit his tongue to stop himself. It was too dangerous to reveal himself without knowing whether they were friend or foe.

He waited for them to announce themselves, clinging to hope that he would hear Captain Grozna’s gruff voice calling out to him. The heavily scarred rat had always intimidated the pampered prince, but as captain of the guard, he was committed to Horus’s safety.

The door shuddered with a loud thud as something collided with it. Horus jumped with a squeak and dropped to the floor, tangled in his blanket. There was another thud. And another. Whoever it was out there, they were trying to break his door down.

Horus crawled under his bed. Its frame was high enough for him to easily fit underneath, and the low-hanging sheet would keep him hidden from sight. It was the best hiding spot he had.

‘Maybe they don’t know this is my room,’ he thought as he listened to the door begin to creak and groan under their assault. ‘Maybe they’ll give up trying to get in, or they’ll see it’s empty and leave. There’s no reason for them to search for me down here.’ Not even he was convinced by the thought, but it was the last thing standing between him and hopelessness as he heard the wood of the door splinter.

With the door splitting open, he could now make out the heavy breaths and grunts of the stranger as they broke through. With one final, deafening crack, the door’s resistance failed, shards of splintered wood clattering against the floor.

“Fuckin’ finally,” an unfamiliar voice muttered. It was deep and smooth, very unlike Grozna’s raspy cadence. Horus heard a few more strained grunts, and then an irritated snort.

“A chair? Seriously?”

There was one more loud thud as Horus’s armchair was thrown across the room, and then he heard the squeak of the door’s hinges as it opened. He shrunk back as far as he could, his back pressed against the wall. He clutched desperately at his blanket between his fingers, like a child hoping that a thick sheet would protect him against the monster in the closet.

The stranger’s footsteps began to slowly pace the room. Horus could hear him picking up some of the trinkets laid out on tables and dressers as he circled the bed.

“This is a lovely little collection, Prince Horus,” the voice said. “Jewels, fine silver, wooden figures… such excellent craftsmanship. I wonder where they all came from.”

Horus barely even dared to breathe. ‘Just stay quiet. He doesn’t know I’m here. He’s bluffing. He must be.’

“Ah, look at this piece. A cheetah dressed in a warrior’s garb, scimitar in hand. Carved from aspen, if I’m not mistaken. I imagine this was a gift from your father, wasn’t it?”

It was. Horus knew exactly which figure he was talking about. King Darius gave it to him almost ten years ago, after returning from a campaign against barbarians in the east mountains. His father carved it from a fallen tree that had to be moved out of the army’s path. The detail on the cheetah was so lifelike that Horus sometimes imagined it would come to life and stand guard over him while he slept.

“Funny,” the intruder continued, “it looks just like a figure that I carved long ago. The cheetah was a close friend, and a noble warrior. I can still see that look in his eye when I gave it to him. I had never seen a person so overjoyed by something so simple. He took it with him into every battle as a good luck charm. He even took it with him when your army came to ransack our home. But… I suppose his luck ran out.”

Horus’s blood ran cold. That wasn’t anything like what his father told him. ‘He’s lying,’ he thought. ‘He’s trying to get in my head.’

“I wonder where else these treasures of yours were stolen from. After your father slaughtered my people, I wandered the lands in search of more who had suffered at his hands. It turns out, he has no shortage of victims. His kingdom is built on a foundation of blood and ruin. His armies go wherever there is a hint of freedom, and they snuff it out. They kill, and steal, and destroy everything in their path. But this is where it ends. The sun has set on Darius’s regime for the last time.

“So why don’t you enjoy your dignity one last time and come out from under that bed?”

Horus barely choked back a whimper. He was trembling like a leaf, and all the sound in the room was suddenly muffled, as if his ears were stuffed with cotton.

‘No… He has to be bluffing. He has to be—’

Something gripped his ankle and yanked him out from under the bed with ease. The mouse tried to kick away his attacker, but the other man didn’t even flinch. With his eyes shut firmly, Horus just felt thick fur covering a wall of unyielding muscle under his foot and heard a deep chuckle.

“Oh, come now, prince,” the voice said. “This doesn’t have to be violent if you cooperate.”

Realizing that struggling was getting him nowhere, Horus went limp, desperately hoping that compliance might buy him mercy. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes.

A tall and broad tiger stood over him. The man must have stood at least two heads taller than Horus, and he was covered head to toe in muscle. It was all being shown off, too, since the only clothing he wore was a leather loincloth, secured by a thick belt. His fur was a mix of snow white and black stripes. It looked like he had made an effort to clean up the worst of the mess from the battle, but there were still occasional flecks of blood in his fur. As Horus looked down, he realized that he recognized the deadly-looking scimitar on the man’s hip. It was identical to the one held by the wooden figurine of the cheetah.

‘Is it true?’ he thought. ‘Could it really be true?’

The tiger let go of Horus’s ankle and said, “There we go. That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Now we can talk like civilized people. So why don’t we start over? Hello, Prince Horus. It is a pleasure to meet you face to face. My name is Kabir, and I am the man whose army just took the Diamond Palace.”

Still trembling, Horus managed to find his voice. “H-h- how dare you?! I’ll never talk to a brute like- hgkkk!”

He was cut off by the tiger’s foot stomping on his stomach. All the air was forced out of his lungs, leaving him gasping on the floor. He tried to grab the tiger’s ankle and push it off, but he was nowhere near strong enough to make it budge.

Kabir growled softly as he leaned in closer. “I don’t like being condescended to, mouse. You have no power over me. The battle is over. We have won. Your father’s last moments were spent in agony, choking on his own blood, with a dozen blades in his chest. If you try to fight me, you’ll meet the same fate. If you submit and do as you’re told, though, I will allow you to live. What do you say?”

Horus couldn’t hold back the tears as he writhed beneath Kabir’s foot. He had never felt so weak, so pathetic. He was Prince Horus, heir to the throne of the Victrum Kingdom, and yet here he was, helpless beneath an invader. It was humiliating, and even worse, as his eyes fell on that scimitar again, and he remembered Kabir’s story, there was some small part of him that wondered if he deserved it.

“Please,” he whimpered, “please don’t kill me.”

“As long as you cooperate, I won’t,” Kabir said.

“I’ll do what you say. I promise,” Horus said. “Whatever you want.”

The tiger grinned down at him. “That’s what I want to hear. Now, get up.”

He took his foot off of Horus, watching the much smaller male pull himself to his feet. Horus was still trembling, but he could at least take solace in the promise that he wouldn’t be killed if he played along.

“Take off your clothes,” Kabir ordered.

“What?!”

“You heard me. You said you would obey me. So strip.”

Horus bit his tongue to hold back his protests. He had never known the feeling of helplessness before. It stung like a biting insect in his chest. As his hands kneaded the silk of his nightgown, his pride held him back. Would he really allow this brute to order him around like some common servant? 

The spark of indignation was quelled by the growl rising in Kabir’s throat, warning him not to delay any longer. Horus may have been proud, but he did not have the courage to back it up. With a quiet whimper, he grabbed the hem of his gown and pulled it up. The air on his exposed fur was like a chilled set of hands traveling up his body, teasing him with the threat of whatever humiliation the snow tiger had in store for him. Horus’s ears burned in shame at the low chuckle he heard as he pulled it over his head.

After dropping his clothing on the floor, Horus cupped his hands in front of his groin nervously. It was his last attempt to cling to some semblance of his dignity, even though he knew it wouldn’t last.

It seemed that Kabir’s patience was running thin. He grabbed Horus’s wrists roughly and yanked his arms up, shoving the hapless mouse onto the bed at the same time. Now, Horus’s whole front was on display for Kabir. The tiger’s eyes roamed over him from head to toe, lingering on his skinny waist and flaccid manhood. Horus’s face burned from the embarrassment, but he couldn’t do anything to hide from that hungry gaze.

Kabir licked his lips. “That’s better. Your body belongs to me now, and I want to see what I own. The next time you try to cover yourself, whatever body part you’re using will be removed. Understand?”

Horus nodded nervously. He didn’t dare to test whether the tiger was bluffing.

“Good,” Kabir purred. He let go of Horus’s wrists, but the mouse left them above his head, leaving his body exposed as Kabir’s hands slid across his figure. When they reached his hips, Kabir suddenly yanked him forward, pressing Horus’s groin against his loincloth. Even through the cloth, there was no mistaking the size difference between them. Kabir’s bulge dwarfed Horus’s diminutive member, and as the tiger subtly rocked his hips against his prey, Horus could feel it growing bigger and harder by the second. Soon enough, the loincloth was tenting outward above Horus’s stomach, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Kabir laughed at the contrast between them. “Are you sure you’ve reached adulthood?”

“I- I’m twenty-three!” Horus squeaked indignantly.

“Surely not,” Kabir chuckled, reaching down and flicking Horus’s flaccid penis. “Are you certain puberty didn’t pass you by? This would look small even on a child from my village.”

Blood rushed to the embarrassed mouse’s face. He’d never seen another male in the nude before, so he always assumed he was well endowed. He was royalty, after all, so how could any part of him fail to put others to shame? Seeing the tiger’s loincloth draping over what must have been at least ten inches of hard tiger cock made him realize that perhaps he had been wrong. His own member was maybe a third of that at best, and that was only when it was erect. Right now, it was like comparing a tree trunk to a blade of grass.

His attention was ripped away from his crotch as he felt Kabir’s hands travel down to his rump. They rubbed and squeezed his flesh, eliciting a confused whimper from the nervous male.

“Ah,” Kabir grunted, “now here’s something more noteworthy.” Ignoring Horus’s weak protests, he flipped the prince over onto his stomach, giving himself full access to the mouse’s rear. “Nice and plump. Soft, too.”

He kneaded Horus’s flesh like a firm dough. Horus whimpered, pressing his face into the sheets as if to block everything out. He wasn’t sure what Kabir had planned for him, but he knew it couldn’t be good. He got a moment of relief when one of Kabir’s hands withdrew, until the tiger suddenly slapped him on the ass. A rather undignified squeal slipped from the prince’s mouth before he could stop it. Kabir chuckled at the sound.

“Perhaps all that time lounging about, leeching off the rewards of conquest and oppression, was good for something, after all,” he said, watching Horus’s round cheek come to rest before giving it another smack and watching it jiggle. “It’s given you a proper ass for breeding.”

“W-wait!” Horus stammered, wriggling weakly beneath the tiger’s hands. No one had ever dared to strike him before, so the stinging pain radiating from his rear had him trembling. “Stop it! You- you can’t—"

Another harsh spank cut him off. “You don’t have a say in what I can or can’t do,” Kabir growled. Horus felt the weight of something heavy and warm press down onto his back. Before he could look back to check, his vision was blocked by something. The strong odors of sweat and blood flooded his nostrils, and he realized with a sinking despair that Kabir had removed his loincloth and dropped it unceremoniously on the prince’s head. Which meant that the thing rubbing against his rear was probably…

‘Oh no.’

Kabir let his cock trace the curve of Horus’s ass slowly, teasing his victim with the promise of what was to come. His hand squeezed the red imprint forming on his right cheek, tempted to give it a few more smacks to make the mark more visible. Hell knows the uppity little shit deserved it. However, the sight of the untouched pink pucker beneath Horus’s tail was too tantalizing to delay. The adrenaline rush of battle had the tiger excited to start with, and now it was time to enjoy the spoils of victory.

He leaned down and spat directly on Horus’s hole, watching in amusement at the way it quivered. “You would be wise to relax yourself,” he said. “One way or another, I will take my pleasure. The only difference is how difficult you will make it for yourself.”

With that, he pressed his tongue to Horus’s rim and dragged it over the surface. The taste was exquisite. The royal mouse’s pristine flesh was a satisfying reward on its own, but the way it mixed with the scent of fear lit a fire in the predator’s belly. Each lick around Horus’s tailhole had more force than the last, lathering it with a slick layer of saliva and showing the mouse that even his most intimate parts now belonged to his conqueror.

Horus didn’t dare to move a muscle. With the cloth still covering his head, he had little to distract himself from the slimy touch of Kabir’s tongue. He wanted to take it off and get a breath that wasn’t oversaturated with the tiger’s scent, but his body refused to budge. All he could do was lie there while Kabir made a meal of his ass.

Kabir pressed his tongue forward with more force, feeling Horus’s tight rim instinctively clench and try to keep him out. It could only resist him for so long, though, and before long, Kabir’s tongue was worming its way inside of the hapless prince’s back tunnel. The mouse squeaked uncomfortably, but that did nothing to dissuade him. Even worse, as Kabir’s tongue writhed inside him and brushed against a particular spot, there was a tiny spark of something else, unsettlingly close to pleasure.

Seconds stretched into an eternity as Kabir explored his ass. The whole time, Horus kept still, terrified of what might happen if he interrupted the tiger. He just wanted to pretend he was anywhere but here, naked and helpless. If only he could ignore the slimy muscle invading his body, or the heady funk of his conqueror’s crotch musk, delivered straight to his nose by the loincloth draped over his head.

Finally, Kabir seemed to be satisfied with the taste he had gotten. His tongue slipped out of Horus’s tailhole, earning an involuntary squeal out of the mouse. The tiger gave him another spank for good measure, and then Horus felt the warrior’s full weight pressing down on his back.

“Relax yourself,” Kabir grunted into his ear. Horus’s heart dropped into his stomach as he felt something hard and throbbing press against his slickened hole. “If you try to struggle, it will only get worse.”

The pressure against his anus grew stronger as Kabir tried to thrust into him, but Horus instinctively clenched to keep him out. Through his fear, the last spark of his courage was flaring up, putting up one last fight against Kabir’s advances.

“I said… Relax!” Kabir growled, his frustration rising. He humped against the prince’s virgin backside, but even with the lubrication of his saliva, Horus’s rim couldn’t stretch enough to take him.

“S… stop!” Horus cried, wriggling enough to slip out an arm and send his elbow straight into Kabir’s nose. The tiger hissed and recoiled, giving him enough room to squirm out from under him and yank the loincloth off his head. Horus’s surge of bravado wilted as he saw the rage in Kabir’s eyes, but it was too late to take back what he did.

“Like I said,” the tiger said, rubbing at his nose, “struggling will only make this worse. If you won’t give in and let me in like a good slut, then we’re going to have to break you.”

He crossed to the door and poked his head out, shouting, “Get in here!”

Horus heard approaching footsteps, and then a ragged-looking badger leaned his head in. He was dressed in simple leather armor, and his black-and-white fur was dirty and matted all over. He didn’t react to Kabir’s nudity at all, as if the sight of his leader’s erect cock was the most normal thing in the world.

“What do you need, Chief?” the badger asked.

Kabir gestured toward Horus. “Watch this one while I gather the captains. Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, leave him untouched.”

The badger nodded. “Aye, Chief.”

Kabir stepped out of the room while the badger took up post next to the door, his eyes roaming Horus’s naked form but not making any move toward him. When Horus started inching toward his discarded clothes, the badger grunted and put a hand on the pommel of his sword. The message was clear: “Don’t even think about it.”

With each minute that passed in silence, Horus grew more nervous. There was nowhere for him to run or hide. The only way out was past the badger, and there was no chance of that ending well for him. So, all he could do was wait, stewing in his despair, for Kabir to return.

Eventually, Horus heard several sets of footsteps and voices approaching from out in the hall. His fear rose with the volume of the sounds, as well as the growing grin on the badger’s face.

Kabir walked into the room, followed by five other males in a range of ragtag armor and clothes. They talked amongst themselves in loud, wild voices, laughing as they boasted of their kills in the battle.

“You shoulda ‘eard ‘im whimper!” a crimson-furred weasel said, his arm slung over the shoulder of a greasy goat. “Knocked the sword outa ‘is ‘ands in jus’ three swings, an’ the ‘ead off ‘is shoulders in two!”

“Pity,” the goat said, with a distinct lack of any actual pity in his voice, “I think I found that one’s head in the mud, and he was a real looker. The boys would’ve loved to keep him!” The two laughed uproariously, as if the decapitation of one of Horus’s guards was the funniest thing in the world.

Horus trembled like a leaf, feeling all eyes in the room turn to him. He only had a few seconds to brace himself before they circled the bed, grabbing and squeezing his body while they rubbed at the growing bulges between their legs. He wrinkled his nose at the smells of sweat and fur that overpowered his room’s delicate, refined perfumes.

‘These brutes can do nothing but ruin finer things,’ he thought. ‘Ruin and violate them.’

Kabir’s cock was still out and throbbing, a reminder of exactly the kind of violation these intruders were capable of. The point was reinforced by his companions as they started to strip out of their battle attire, revealing scarred, muscular bodies and swelling members. The foul scent of their combined musk got stronger as they uncovered themselves. It had all built up over the course of the battle, fueled by adrenaline and bloodlust, and now it was finally being unleashed around Horus.

A hard shaft smacked the hapless mouse on the cheek, flicking a few drops of precum on his fur. Its owner, an alligator with a hefty muscle gut, laughed at the sight and said, “So this is the oh-so-powerful Prince Horus. Prince Whore, more like!”

Shame burned in Horus’s cheeks, but he was helpless, surrounded by naked men, each of whom could easily crush his bones into powder if they wanted.

“You will learn your proper place,” Kabir said, glaring down at Horus. “No more resisting. You’re too tight to take me under your tail now, so instead you will take all of them until you break.”

A round of cheers followed his announcement. He continued, “But, I believe our ally from within has earned the right of first go.” He turned back to the door and called out, “Did you die on the way here, old timer? Hurry up, or you’ll lose your chance!”

Out in the hall, Horus heard a soft grunt and muttering, before a reedy voice answered, “Give me time! This damned tower and its steps have never agreed with me…”

Horus’s heart sank, whatever meager hope he was still clinging to shattering into a thousand pieces. He recognized that voice. He knew it very well. As the panting figure hobbled into the room and stopped to catch its breath, Horus was desperately searching for any sign of deception.

‘It has to be an impostor,’ he thought. ‘Or an act. It can’t be. It can’t be…’

But it was. Hunched over before the group was a wrinkled tortoise, his gray, scaly skin hanging in loose folds like the fine silk of his green robe. His face was scrunched into a perpetual squint to compensate for his failing eyesight. A slight tremor betrayed the aching of his joints, which Horus had listened to him complain about again and again over the years. This was Counselor Thorley, his father’s most trusted advisor and Horus’s mentor growing up. He had served the crown dutifully for decades.

‘What is he doing? And why is he looking at me like that?’

The tortoise had always been a grumpy sort, but the disdain in his eyes as he looked down at the naked prince was unlike anything Horus had seen from him before. The smirk on his face made it even worse.

“Oh, how I have dreamt of this…,” Thorley said. “After all those years of playing second fiddle to a fool, I finally got to watch him and his brat prince brought down to ruin.”

Horus didn’t know how to react. Thorley taught him everything as a child. He thought the old tortoise was a friend to his father. Was it all a lie?

“Truly, your assistance was crucial to our victory against the false king,” Kabir said. He grabbed Horus by the back of the neck, pulling him into a kneeling position on the bed that showed off his body. “So, claim your prize.”

Thorley licked his lips, feasting his eyes on Horus’s bare form. He undid the sash around his waist and slipped his robe off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Horus screamed as his mentor exposed himself. Shock and panic shot through him, made even worse as his eyes fell on what had been hidden beneath the robe.

Most people were born with humanoid members, but there were those who, by the whims of fate or the influence of some wild magics, were endowed with more bestial genitals, resembling those of the feral creatures of their distant ancestry. Thorley, it turned out, was firmly in the latter category. Rising from a slit in his crotch, the tortoise’s purple shaft was thinner than most of the others, but it was nearly as long as his entire torso. It had a thicker base, which tapered up along its length until it ended in an oddly shaped flared head. The entire thing was so foreign, so alien to the young prince, that seeing it attached to his lifelong mentor was almost enough to convince him that this was all just some horrible nightmare. It was too vivid, though. As much as he wished otherwise, there was no getting around the fact that this was really happening.

Thorley climbed onto the bed, his heavy shell and aged joints forcing him to make slow, deliberate movements. Horus shuddered as the tip of the tortoise’s cock rubbed against his thigh and left a slimy trail in its wake. His brain struggled to understand how this could be. His entire image of Thorley was incompatible with this new reality. Thorley was just an old, grouchy adviser. Disgruntled, maybe, but surely devoted to Horus and his father, just like all their servants.

‘Right?’

But that wasn’t the person looming over Horus. This Thorley looked down at him with loathing and, even worse, a burning lust.

“G-get away…,” Horus whimpered.

Thorley laughed, although it came out as more of a sinister cackle through his stiff vocal cords. He placed a hand on Horus’s hip, pulling it toward him while pushing Horus back by the chest. Horus wound up lying on his back with Thorley hunched over him. His pulse quickened, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt the tip of Thorley’s cock pressing against his pucker.

“W-w-wait, don’t— aghh!” His words were cut off by a strangled squeal as the tortoise’s bulbous head forced itself inside him. It felt like a hot spike stabbing at the tight ring of muscle, forcing a pained whine out of him. That didn’t stop Thorley, though. If anything, it just seemed to excite him even more. His length swelled and throbbed as he forced it into his former pupil’s ass.

It was a slow agony, building up with each second that Thorley’s tip stretched Horus’s rim. Horus screamed, failing miserably to hold back his tears until the sound was interrupted by a loud pop. Horus felt a brief hint of relief as the tension in his sphincter lessened, but it turned to despair when he realized he could feel something fat and warm inside him. His ass had given way and allowed the head of Thorley’s cock to push through.

The tortoise wasted no time in working up a rhythm. Each new thrust forced a little bit extra into the prince’s innards. Each time, a new jolt of pain shot through him. He cried out, but there was no relief coming.

Horus wasn’t sure what stung more: the burning in his tailhole or the humiliation. He could feel every set of eyes on him, watching with perverse glee as he was debased, violated by his once-trusted mentor. He shut his eyes tightly, as if he could deny the reality of the situation, but if anything, it just made him focus more on the long shaft thrusting into him. 

“Please, take it out!” he begged. His pleas fell on deaf ears. Thorley’s eyes were filled with a mad glee unlike any Horus had ever seen. Horus had never known any serious hunger or thirst, but in those eyes, he saw the frenzy of a starving man, finally getting a bite of the meal he had been craving for so long. Still, Horus begged, despite knowing deep down that it was futile.

That is, until Kabir’s captains decided that they had listened to enough. A pair of hands grabbed him by the jaw, prying his mouth open. The goat took position at Horus’s head and slapped his pink, throbbing cock against the mouse’s muzzle. “Enough of the whining!” he growled.

Horus gagged when the head of the goat’s cock touched his tongue. If his matted, greasy fur weren’t a clear enough indicator of his bathing habits, the foul taste of his dick certainly got the message across. It reminded Horus of the few times he had stepped foot in the guards’ barracks and gotten a whiff of the pungent and overpowering smell of sweaty, dirty males. This time, however, it was concentrated directly on his tastebuds as the goat’s cock slipped into his mouth.

The goat groaned in delight. The prince’s warm, wet tongue slid along the underside of his shaft, the pleasure blending wonderfully with the residual adrenaline from the battle. He moved his hands from Horus’s muzzle to his neck, giving it a threatening squeeze.

“Get to sucking, slut, or I’ll choke you out and fuck your throat raw,” he growled.

Horus obeyed. He had no choice. Surrounded by horny brutes, his insides stuffed with Thorley’s beastly cock, he was completely powerless. No amount of money or royal authority could save him from this. So, he closed his eyes and started to suck. 

He had never felt so low in his life. It was made even worse by the sounds of pleasure surrounding him. While the goat thrusted into his mouth and Thorley fucked his ass, the other men were pleasuring themselves to the sight. The alligator and weasel yanked his hands to their shafts, forcing him to stroke their lengths. The shafts got slicker with each second as precum dribbled from their tips and coated his delicate fingers. It was slimy and sickening, and Horus could feel more of it dripping onto his body from the others. Worst of all, he could taste it, salty and bitter, seeping from the goat cock in his mouth.

Panic flooded his brain as he realized his mouth was running out of free space. Between the goat’s shaft poking at the entrance to his throat and the pool of precum gathering at the back of his mouth, the available space for air to get in was shrinking by the second. He had two choices: swallow the goat’s precum or drown in it.

Perhaps the courageous thing to do was to refuse. To cling to the very last shred of dignity he had and choose to die rather than sink to that final low. For the briefest moment, Horus thought he had the courage, and then the goat’s cock probed the back of his throat again. He felt himself choke for just a second, and that was all it took. With an audible gulp, he swallowed a generous helping of precum. A new round of jeers rang out when the group noticed.

“Enjoyin’ the taste, boy?”

“Lot more where that came from, ya know.”

“Lil shit is finally doing something good.”

The goat managed to time one of his thrusts perfectly with Horus’s swallowing, and the next thing Horus knew, the goat’s cock was forcing its way past his resistance and into his throat. He gagged and choked, but he couldn’t stop the goat as he fucked Horus’s throat relentlessly. His ballsack slapped against Horus’s face each time, quickly leaving the prince unable to breathe in anything but his musk.

At the same time, Thorley was now fucking Horus with a vigor he hadn’t felt in decades. The prince’s warm, velvety insides hugged his cock like a vice. The fact that it was Darius’s brat that he was using like a two-copper whore just made it all the better. His hips slapped against Horus’s rear with a relentless force, the sounds ringing in the air and harmonizing with the groans of the men around them and the gurgling whimpers coming from the prince’s stuffed throat. It was like a glorious symphony to the old tortoise.

Horus’s head swam as the goat’s odor flooded his senses. Even when he managed to get a breath of air without the other male’s balls pressed against his nose, it was still saturated with the heady scents of sweaty men and sex. His entire being was overwhelmed by the sensations. The brutal pounding against his ass, the taste of the meaty cock claiming his throat, the wetness of sweat and precum dripping all over his face and body. His hands were slick with the juices of the cocks they were jerking off. When had they let go of his wrists? Why were his arms still moving of their own accord? He didn’t know. It would have taken more willpower to stop at this point, and he had none left.

Something was happening. As Thorley’s cock pummeled his innards, it kept hitting something inside him, and each time it did, a shock hit his system. The pain was fading as his stretched ring adjusted to its new use and his insides settled into shape. Something even scarier was taking its place. Undeniable hints of pleasure. He wanted to deny it. To bury it deep and hide it. But his stiffening member gave him away.

Kabir was the first one to notice. His hand wrapped around Horus’s shaft, squeezing it teasingly. “Finally starting to understand your place, little prince?” he asked, spitting out the last two words with a burning derision. The rest laughed.

Horus, of course, couldn’t argue while the goat was fucking his face. Even if he could, what difference would it have made?

The groaning voices around him were getting louder, especially Thorley and the goat. With their cocks pistoning in and out of the mouse’s tight passages, they wouldn’t last much longer. Thorley was the first to reach his climax. The old tortoise slammed his hips forward, burying his entire length inside of Horus’s ass. Horus could feel a wave of warm seed filling him up, gushing out from Thorley’s tip.

Moments later, the goat hit his peak too. Horus’s mouth was flooded with his spunk, and he was helpless to do anything but swallow the salty slime. A couple of the others joined in, groaning as their cum splattered across Horus’s body. They all finished, but Thorley was still filling him up, the old man grunting and wheezing as if he were ejecting the last of his vitality into the helpless prince. Finally, after what must have been a solid minute or two of continuous orgasm, he began to pull out.

Horus groaned around the goat’s cock. It felt like his insides were going to be tugged out alongside Thorley’s shaft. Thankfully, that didn’t happen, although his hole kept trying and failing to close once the tortoise’s head escaped with a wet pop. His cum leaked from Horus’s gaping tailhole, staining the fine sheets beneath him. 

The goat pulled out too, stopping to spill the last few drops of his load on Horus’s tongue before letting his cock slip free. Horus gasped, fresh air finally able to make its way down his abused throat. He finally could see again, now that the goat was no longer blocking his entire vision. The look of bliss on Thorley’s face almost made him wish for the goat’s balls to return and block it again.

Kabir clapped the tortoise on the back of his shell. “There you go, old timer. You got your reward, now be on your way.”

Thorley’s wrinkled face contorted into a frown. “But,” he protested, “I want another round with him. This brat has been a thorn in my side for—"

“Don’t think that I have forgotten all the years you spent whispering into King Darius’s ear and feeding his conquest. You’re lucky I allow you to continue to draw breath. You have fifteen minutes to be gone from my castle, or I’ll reconsider my promise not to have you turned into stew.”

Thorley didn’t dare to say another word, scurrying out of the room with a sudden bout of energy. Horus didn’t even have long to stare at the door, trying to come to terms with what had just happened, before the alligator’s thick frame got in the way. The reptile grinned as he lined his tip up with Horus’s tailhole. It was much thicker than Thorley’s, although not quite as big as Kabir’s. Horus yelped in pain as he forced himself inside, using Thorley’s cum as a lubricant.

That gave the weasel a chance to shove his cock into Horus’s open mouth. Its flavor was different from the goat’s but just as overwhelming. The two quickly built up a rhythm. Now that the prince’s holes had been deflowered, none of the captains intended to go easy on him.

Horus soon found himself back in that dazed headspace as the sensations took over again. Deprived of oxygen, only able to occasionally inhale a lungful of pure, unfiltered cock musk. He grew dizzy, barely even noticing when his hands were pulled up to jerk off a new pair of shafts. The momentary break had given a chance for his senses to recover, but they slipped away from him much faster this time.

Hours passed like this, although Horus’s grasp on time was long gone. Each captain took multiple turns at both ends. It all became a blur, dragging on endlessly, picking away at Horus’s sanity. Each time one of them climaxed, he got a few seconds to recover. Each time, it took a little bit longer, and when the next cock plunged into him, he slipped back into his daze a little bit faster. Through it all, Kabir was watching and waiting.

Finally, the tiger gave a command, although Horus didn’t hear it clearly. The captains immediately backed away. His mouth and tailhole were suddenly free, and the prince gulped down fresh air easily for what felt like the first time in a lifetime. Sluggishly, his frazzled mind tried to piece itself back together, but by the time he was starting to come back to his senses, Kabir had taken position by his rear. Horus had just enough time to register the feeling of a new cock, thicker than any he had taken that night, pressing against his loose, leaking rim. 

“W-wait…,” he begged, his voice little more than a croak after all the abuse his throat had suffered. His words melted into a cry as Kabir rammed his entire length in in one go. Even after everything it had taken, Horus’s asshole felt woefully unprepared. The constant soreness that had developed over the past few hours was suddenly overridden by an acute spike of pain. His resistance had long since faded, though, so his insides were easily forced open around the tiger’s girth.

The captains remained in their circle around the pair. While they were using Horus, it was a free for all, but now that Kabir was taking his turn, they understood that this mouse was his and his alone. The impact of each thrust rocked Horus’s entire body. With his mouth empty for the first time in hours, there was nothing to keep him quiet. His jaw flapped open like a broken toy, allowing a constant stream of moans and whines to leak out. He clung to his sanity by the thinnest of threads, forced to remain present by the feeling of his rear tunnel getting fucked out of shape. That thread was being threatened, though, by the shock running up his spine each time Kabir’s thick cock squished his prostate.

If anything, those jolts, the shadows of something disturbingly close to pleasure, were worse than the pain. At least the pain made sense. It was what he should feel in this situation. But that other sensation, tingling underneath, was wrong. It chipped away at his sense of self. It whispered in his ear, telling him that it would be better to give up, to submit. Why fight a battle that was already lost?

He gripped the sheets weakly, mustering up the last of his strength. He could pull himself together. He could do it. He could—

A spasm rocked his body, accompanied by a rush of something so powerful that it washed away every other thought. It was like a tidal wave crashing against his mind, snapping the cord keeping him anchored and setting him adrift. The room faded away. There was only Horus, Kabir, and the raw sensation radiating from Horus’s ass and striking his twitching cock.

The mouse prince let out a breathy cry, his limbs jerking wildly, as the stiff traitor between his legs shot long ropes of cum across his chest. Was the orgasm ecstasy or torture? Not even he was sure. All that he knew was that it was too much to bear.

Kabir didn’t even slow down. He just kept pounding Horus’s rear, the bed creaking beneath them with every thrust. The walls of the prince’s ass clung to his shaft, and with the orgasmic spasms, Horus’s body was essentially milking him for his load. He grabbed Horus by the side of his face, holding tight to make sure that he was the only thing the mouse could pay attention to.

“Mine.”

It came out sounding more like a primal growl than proper language, and yet, it couldn’t be any clearer.

“You are mine.”

The focus in Horus’s eyes had been wavering constantly for the past few hours, and it had nearly faded entirely in the throes of his orgasm, but in that moment, they snapped back to attention. Kabir could see everything in them. Fear, submission, obedience. Surrender.

Kabir had led his army to conquer the Diamond Palace, and with it, the Victrum Kingdom. He and his soldiers had killed King Darius. He severed the king’s head and threw the rest of him into a muddy ditch to feed the vultures. And despite all of that, it was in this moment, when he knew that the son of his enemy had fallen to him, had become his possession, that Kabir truly felt the sweet thrill of victory.

With a roar that surely rang through the halls of the castle, Kabir hilted himself inside Horus, giving the broken prince his first taste of what it meant to receive his new owner’s seed.

…………………………………

“And so, it is with great eagerness and… um…, the utmost respect that His Grace, King Lycell, extends his offer of peace and friendship, that together, our kingdoms will…,” Fordham stammered, trying and failing to maintain eye contact with Kabir. The otter’s eyes kept getting drawn away from the snow tiger, lounging apathetically atop his throne, down toward the naked mouse between his legs.

The lewd slurps and gulps echoed around the spacious throne room, making it even harder to ignore the former prince’s service of the new king of the Victrum Kingdom. Occasionally, Kabir’s hand strayed down to the back of the mouse’s head, pressing his nose against the fur of his crotch and holding him there to enjoy the way Horus’s throat caressed his shaft.

“…that together, our kingdoms will… prosper,” Fordham finished lamely. He blinked as a glint of light caught his eye from the collar around Horus’s neck. He tried not to think about how familiar that metal was. From all the times he had met with King Darius, he knew the look of the late mouse king’s crown quite well. Besides, King Kabir was eager to share that he saw no need for a crown to prove his authority, and so he had it melted down to suit a new purpose. He was even more pleased to show off what happened to Horus’s crown. As hard as Fordham tried to avoid looking, he couldn’t help but take the occasional peek at the tight metal chastity cage, reducing Horus’s manhood to little more than a shiny nub above his balls.

“So that we will prosper…,” the tiger echoed, a hint of amusement leaking into his voice. “Yes, I’m sure your king is very interested in our prosperity. I couldn’t possibly doubt his sincerity.”

Fordham waited for him to continue, but Kabir just watched him silently, as if studying his reaction. The otter coughed uncomfortably, unsure of himself for the first time in years. King Darius was familiar to him, born to royalty of the highest pedigree. He was predictable. Kabir was something else entirely. Foreign. Strange. An enigma.

The silence stretched on. Each time Fordham began to find his words, his concentration faltered when Horus let out a particularly loud moan or gurgle. The otter was fully staring at the unsightly display now, unable to pull his gaze away anymore. The mouse slut paid him no mind. Horus was far too busy deepthroating his master’s thick cock.

“You know,” Kabir said, finally breaking Fordham’s trance, “I have eyes and ears all over. Not just within my kingdom, but beyond our borders as well.” He snapped his fingers, and a pair of guards emerged from the shadows, taking position at either side of the otter. Fordham was looking nervous now, his eyes darting from one corner of the room to the next as he tried to work out Kabir’s plan.

With a firm tug, Kabir pulled Horus off of his length, letting a loud gurgle echo through the chamber as the mouse’s throat was emptied. Fordham couldn’t help but flinch at the vulgar noise. If there weren’t two guards keeping him in place, he would have shrunk back as Kabir stood up, towering over the much shorter male. Horus knelt by the throne and watched Kabir step forward until he was just a pace away from Fordham.

“You may think that your status protects you from consequence, but I can assure you it does not,” he said. “Did you really think that word of your little talks with the remnants of King Darius’s army in the west wouldn’t reach me?”

Fordham sputtered and stumbled over his words, “I-I… I couldn’t possibly… I don’t know what you’re—"

“You really must think me a fool, otter,” Kabir interrupted. “Just a lowly barbarian who pillaged a kingdom, only in power until your lot can come in and reestablish the ‘proper’ order, hm? Well, you and your king have made a crucial error; you have underestimated me.”

“How dare you make such accusations?! I am a respected representative of King Lycell! My king will—”

Kabir interrupted. “Funny enough, I already sent word to your king and confronted him about your treachery. He insisted that you were acting independently, and he denied any involvement. He requested I send you back to him to face his justice.” 

Relief was written across the otter’s face, certain that King Lycell would keep him safe. That just made it all the more satisfying as Kabir leaned in and continued, “Of course, you and I both know that he was lying through his teeth. The only ‘justice’ you would face at his hand would be a generous reward for your service and a cushy position in some distant corner of his kingdom. So, I think it would only be right that we take on the burden of dealing with you ourselves.”

The confidence in Fordham’s eyes faded in mere moments. “You can’t—"

“I can and I will.”

He nodded to the two guards, and they grabbed Fordham before he had a chance to run.

“Unhand me, you filthy mongrels!” the otter cried, writhing helplessly in their grip. “You savages are nothing against—!”

The dark look in Kabir’s eyes silenced him. His hatred and indignation still burned bright, but they were eclipsed by the rush of fear inspired by the snow tiger’s glare.

“Savages…,” Kabir repeated, his voice dangerously quiet, like a viper poised to strike at any moment. “Do you hear that, my friends? We’re savages, now. Well, if that’s the case, then let’s show our guest what we ‘savages’ do to the lackeys of pompous tyrants.”

The guards grinned and shoved the struggling otter to the ground. Ignoring his cries of protest, they tore at his clothing, ripping through the fine fabrics with sharpened claws. It only took a minute or two for his decadent robes to be reduced to useless scraps on the floor. They yanked him back to his feet and pulled his arms apart to expose his naked body to Kabir’s predatory eye.

All over his body, his brown fur was as pristine and prim as his face. He clearly took great pride in it, despite his futile efforts to cover himself now. Unlike the slim, athletic builds of most of the otters in Kabir’s army, Fordham was on the chubbier side, especially in his gut and hips. No doubt, this was a creature who had lived a life of nothing but luxury. He clearly considered himself above the rabble. Past the fear in his eyes, there was a sort of disbelief, as if he still honestly believed that there was no way anything would happen to him. It was time to bring this arrogant fool down to Earth.

“What do you think, boys?” Kabir said.

The guards gave the squirming diplomat a once over, roaming his body with both eyes and hands. “He’s a good’un, boss,” one of them said, getting a handful of his rump. “Ass is fat and soft. Fur’s nice and plush, too.”

The other guard reached back before giving Fordham’s rear a harsh smack. The crack of palm meeting flesh rang in the still air, accompanied by a high-pitched yelp from the otter’s mouth. “Look at that jiggle,” he chuckled. “Bet the boys would love to see ‘im dance.”

“Then we’d better not keep them waiting,” Kabir said with a vicious grin. “Take him to the barracks so they can all start enjoying their new toy.”

Fordham’s indignant protests devolved into desperate cries as he was dragged away. Just as he was pulled through the door, his eyes fell on Horus one last time. The mouse didn’t seem to notice him, too busy waiting for Kabir to return to the throne for further service. The otter’s limbs grew slack as the reality of his fate finally sank in.

“No, please!” he begged one last time. “Please, I—!”

The door slammed shut before he could finish.

Kabir walked back to the throne and sat down with a satisfied sigh. Things had been going delightfully smoothly. The warm, wet touch of Horus’s tongue on his ballsack made it all even sweeter.

Of course, there was still plenty more to do. Lycell was already taking actions to oppose him, albeit only in the shadows for now. That simply wouldn’t do. Kabir wasn’t one for these cat-and-mouse games, so after taking the time to resupply his army, it would be time to pay the next kingdom over a visit. That lion’s head would look good mounted on a spike.

Besides, he heard that Lycell had twin sons, a pair of strapping young men who just recently earned their manes. As he watched his ex-royal mouse slut suck on one of his balls, Kabir thought there was room for two more down there. And if not, well, his army always had a need for fresh holes somewhere.