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You ever start something Ironically and then it stops being ironic?

Part of a thing I'm doing vs Mekar (who also kindly provided the title); The stimulus was pet play. The rest...well I can only blame myself I guess

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'Alsaa, get your furry butt over here!' I shout over the vicious cacophony of battle as I huddle behind the remains of a gutted mud brick house. Animals lived here, not so long ago. I hope they made it out--they're my people, after all. Or will be again soon.

'I'm a little busy!' comes a strangled reply and I turn to see my jackal friend struggling under the heft of a bulky crocodile. Their weapons have been discarded somewhere in the sand so they can only grapple in what I have to admit is a rather sexy way. Alsaa's lithe body is squirming this way and that, his bare torso groped by the crocodile's scaly hands as he endeavours to keep them from rising any higher. If they weren't trying to kill each other I could've watched for longer. But instead I grab a pawful of sand, sprint toward them and vault over the crocodile's firm back. Flipping around I throw the sand right into his eyes, sending the croc reeling back with a roar. I pull Alsaa up and together we tackle the reptile, throwing him back into onto the ground, each holding one half of him down.

'Woah, check out the bulge on this one', I purr, running a paw over the front of the crocodile's loincloth. Something very firm and warm is hidden beneath, having emerged from the slit beneath. The crocodile squirms. 'I'm not turned on, it just gets like that when I'm fighting sometimes', he growls, trying to blink away the sand. 'I'm not gay or anything.'

I shrug and reach up for the strings holding the loincloth in place when Alsaa slaps my paw away.

'By Ra, we're trying to win a war here! Could you put your libido away for five minutes?'

'Where would I put it? These battle outfits are ridiculously revealing.' Both sides wore similar dress; a thin open-backed loincloth; mental cuffs and anklets; and an assortment of jewellery that was usually pulled off or broken by the time a battle ended. Those with more surviving jewellery were assumed to have fought less valiantly, but many a time I'd witnessed troops frantically tearing up whatever they had left after a battle anyway so really the whole thing was pointless.

'You're the one that chose them, prince', Alsaa says sourly. 'And while we're on that, did you really have to pick blue? It's making it awfully difficult to tell who we're supposed to be fighting.'

It's an accepted rule that those invading wear red jewellery, while those defending wear blue. But since this is my home I'm trying to tear back from my dumb stepfather, I don't see why I should have to don red. 'Our troops are figuring it out just fine. That's why we did those getting-to-know-each-other games this morning, you know; which pyramids have you been to; what's your favourite thing to do in the Nile; which was the last god you prayed to--all that sort of thing.'

Alsaa is looking at me with dismay. 'The fact that you get to be royalty simply because you're a cat and don't share your genes with anyone else makes me furious.'

'Hey, I'm all for sharing my genes', I remind him, and then go to finish untying the crocodile's loincloth when I realise he's already made his escape. 'Oh, darn. When did that happen?'

'Come on, we should get to the palace before your father can rally more defence. This was supposed to be a surprise attack, remember.'

'_Step_dad. But fine, let's go.'

We make our way to the palace as quickly as possible, ducking into alleyways and behind broken produce carts as more and more soldiers join the fray. I know this place like the back of my paw, having snuck out of the palace with Alsaa many a time as a kitten, and it doesn't take as long to reach the palace stairway. There, we run into a problem.

'That's a lot of guards.'

'That is a lot of guards', my jackal friend agrees. 'Maybe we should have got here quicker.'

'I suppose fighting them is out of the question.' I look around, considering our options, then click my tongue. 'What about our tree house?'

Alsaa has to think back for a moment. 'That old thing? I doubt it's even still standing. The rope's probably frayed to nothing.'

'Don't be dramatic, it hasn't been that long. I sucked you off in there barely two years ago. Come on!' We pick our way back through the streets, circulating around the palace. There are less guards here, and by the time we make it to the side wall there's not a single one in sight. We slip into one of the houses and climb up onto the rooftop terrace, searching along the wall. Alsaa spots it first--a crack, just large enough for a skinny jackal to fit through. As for me, well...I'm a cat, so it's a breeze to slip through.

The palace gardens are in a sorry state, but I expect nothing more from my stepfather. There are a few guards patrolling like usual, as if there isn't a raging war going on outside, but we slip past them with ease and make it to the large jacaranda near the edge. Our tree 'house' isn't much more than a few planks, but it'll be enough to get us up to the edge of the palace throne room. From there, a simple shimmy across a wide ledge will lead straight to the room's large sun windows.

Unfortunately, it turns out Alsaa was right about the rope. Only a few threads hang from the top branch, far out of reach. 'Crap. What now?'

'Here, if you stand on my shoulders you should be able to reach that branch.'

'But what about you?' I ask.

'I'm going to head back to the townsite and make sure our soldiers aren't mistakenly killing each other, then we'll launch a proper assault on the palace. Get inside and get somewhere safe until we do, so you can claim the crown from your father.

'Stepfather', I remind my friend, then give him a small smile. 'You're a good animal, Alsaahib.'

'And you're a terrible prince. And Osiris forbid you're going to make an even worse pharaoh.'

He helps me up and once I make it to the ledge he leaves, slipping back into the streets. Carefully, I sidle along the ledge, listening for any action inside. Nothing. Once I make it to the window I peer through, trying to see if there's anyone inside, but still nothing comes to my attention. Carefully, I crawl through the open space and hang over the edge, ready to drop down. But just as I'm fully outstretched, paws gripping the window ledge, dangling above the sandstone floor several metres below, the throne room doors bang open and my big stupid stepfather strides in, the very crocodile from before jogging right behind him.

'I can't believe you took so long, Athnan', my stepdad fumes. 'Your one job is to guard me when things like this happen.' His voice is low, rumbly, a hint of a lion's growl behind every word.

'I got...held up. But I'm here now, and I won't leave your side, pharaoh.'

'You better not.' My dad's armour glints in the light from the window. While the crocodile is still in his battle loincloth, my stepfather has chosen something rather more impressive. A thick, shining gold breastplate covers his muscled chest, complete with large pauldrons inscribed with hieroglyphs. The traditional blue war crown sits on his head, and his mane is studded with gold and blue glass jewels. His loincloth is of thick leather and metal buckles, and his hips are covered with golden plates. Long metal gauntlets cover his paws, and equally impressive cuffs shield his shins. He must have had it all custom-made, and I find myself rather jealous. I'll have to find out who made it and commission my own set after I kick his tawny-furred butt. 'I've instructed my warriors to keep an eye out for that weakling stepson of mine, but frankly I don't think he'll show up. He's probably in one of his sissy hideouts right now, sucking a dick or watching some gay play or something.'

By this point the crocodile has noticed me dangling from the window ledge. 'Actually, uh, about that, pharaoh...'

'You know the first time I saw him, I thought, "yup, there's a coward right there. When I take over this city he's going to run away in his beaded wig like the queen he is."'

The crocodile is looking from me to my oblivious stepdad. 'I should probably tell you that--'

'If our roles were reversed, I would've come straight in here and challenged him to a duel.' My stepdad sweeps his big lion arms around the room. 'I would've drawn my kopesh and then thrown it away, because real men fight with their fists and bodies.' He punches his fist into a cupped paw. 'Nothing's more manly than two nearly naked alpha males grappling. Extra points if it's in mud or something. I haven't grappled in mud for ages.'

'Right, yes, it's just...your son in hanging from the window.'

'Step_son. But yes, good point, I probably would've had to come in from the window. Even _I couldn't fight all those soldiers out the front by myself. Yep, I would've come from up there and--' my father points up at the window and finally sees me. He blinks a few times, looks away, then looks back. 'Oh. You came.' He sounds almost disappointed.

I gulp. 'Just thought I'd--'

My step father points his kopesh at me. 'If you say drop in I swear to Amun I will climb up there and remove every brick from this palace and shove them up your ass.'

'...swing by and say hello.'

'Well, swing back out and go impale yourself on a pike or something.'

I let go of the ledge and deftly fall to the floor. Sure, I'm not the strongest cat in the desert, but in an acrobatic setting I'd go so far as to call myself unmatched. 'Actually, I was rather hoping to grab that throne of mine back.'

'Athnan, knock him out would you?' My father plonks down on the throne and rests his muzzle against his paw.

'With pleasure', the crocodile growls, and crackles his knuckles as he advances toward me. I didn't even know crocodiles could do that. He swings for my head and I duck, twisting under the arm and thrusting my elbow into his side. He spins around and makes a grab for my tail but I duck behind him again, delivering a good kick to his firm rump. He swings his tail and I jump easily over it but then he follows it up with a kick and suddenly I'm on the defensive.

Despite his lumbering clumsiness, every one of his strikes would be powerful enough to send me to the ground if they connected. So I have to be careful, dodging every punch, kick and swipe of his tail. When I can, I throw in my own punches, but they do little with the thick armour of his scales.

'By Isis, just throw him against a wall or something!' my father yells from the throne. Athnan looks over to him and I take advantage of his temporary distraction, diving toward him and landing right in front of his groin. The crocodile reaches down and grabs my tail, wrenching me up into the air. I shout in pain and Athnan roars triumphantly...until he sees what's gripped in my claws.

His loincloth.

My stepfather makes a strangled noise and we both look down to see the crocodile's very thick, very hard cock sticking out in front of him. It's even bigger than I'd expected. Athnan lets go of me and turns to his pharaoh with a mortified look. 'It just happens sometimes when I'm fighting, honest. It's the adrenaline or something.'

'I tell you to knock out my stepson and you go and get all horny instead? By Set, I'll just do it myself.' My stepdad stands up and pushes Athnan aside, flexing his paws. He's left his kopesh on the throne--clearly, he means business. 'Your ass is mine', he growls. 'But...but not in a gay way.'

He starts with the lumbering swipe Athnan did, and I duck it the same way. But already, I realise I've fallen into a trap, and my dad follows it up with a swiping kick that connects with the back of my knees. I slam to the ground and have to roll out of the way to avoid a stomp, scrambling back up. My dad's heavy armour clinks as he moves, and I realise there's no real way to hurt him while he has it on. When he goes for another feint I pretend to fall for it, then suddenly jump up onto him, perching on his heavy gauntlet and then kicking off to flip around behind him. As I come back down I grab hold of his left pauldron and twist, pulling it right out of its coupling. All it takes is an unsheathed claw to cut through the single strap still holding it in place and it severs.

My stepdad growls as he stumbles back from the sudden shift in weight. 'Hey, that's expensive!'

'You can have it back!' I say and hurl it toward him. He bats it out of the air with one arm and speeds toward me like a runaway chariot. I only barely dive out of the way before he whirls around and is running at me again. He catches the side of me this time and I tumble to the floor and before I can get up he's on top of me, raising a metal-clad fist. I kick up and catch the edge on one of his hip plates, using my claws to break the leather just like his pauldron. Another kick causes it to flip up and smack him in the face. He reels back, holding his nose, and I scramble out and away. His right side is missing two pieces of armour now, and he's clearly off-balance as he begins swinging again. Far easier to dodge, but still dangerous, I keep on the defensive until he slows down enough for me to get in under his punches. Two seconds later his other hip plate and pauldron is off, and I smack him in the face with one of them before he can shove me away.

'Stop undressing me!' he shouts. 'It's fuckin' weird.'

'Don't stop!' gasps a voice, and we both turn to see Athnan enthusiastically jerking off.

My stepfather shakes his head. 'We're going to have a very strong word about this when I'm through with him.'

The crocodile gulps, but can't help but continue his stroking. I use the opportunity to rush at my father, going for his breast plate this time but I have far more trouble getting it off than I expected. Several leather straps hold it in place, and my father is able to grab me and throw me to the floor before I can break them all. By Thoth, this guy likes getting me on the ground. I roll out of the way of several more punches and grab his leg, trying to pull him down with me. He's an immovable object and he just laughs, too late realising my real motive. I grab his loincloth and yank, and in his desperation to keep it on he staggers backward and falls onto his rump. He's powerless to stop me cutting the final leather bindings on his breastplate and I pull the heavy metal off, revealing his huge, broad, muscled, hunky chest.

'Yes, show your daddy who's boss!' Athnan shouts as my father makes it back onto his feet and we stare each other down. Realising he looks kind of dumb with just a crown and a loincloth and little else, my stepdad hurls the crown at me and I only barely block it with the breastplate. He rolls his shoulders and raises his fists. 'There, nothing left to take. Now will you fight me fair and square?'

I tilt my head. 'Oh, there's still something.'

He glances down at his loincloth. 'You're not touching that.'

'We'll see.' I throw the breastplate down and this time I'm on the attack, every one of my moves going for the leather garment. Not used to fighting so low, my stepdad has to exert himself to bat me away, giving him little time to counter strike. The few times he does get a kick or punch in I'm quick enough to dodge it, and soon he's got his back against a wall. Clearly panicked, he tries to run to the side, a serious mistake. As he turns I grab his tail, wrench it back, making him nearly lose his balance. As he throws himself forward to regain it I travel along with him, getting my claws under each strap around his hip and slicing them clearly in two.

Everything stops as my stepdad grabs the front of his loincloth, holding the severed leather against his crotch. I go to grab it but he falls to his knees. 'No! Don't!'

His pleading tone surprises me. 'Let go.'

'I'll... I'll do anything!' His voice is nothing like the butch, rumbling timbre I've grown used to from him. 'Over there, take the crown! Sit in the throne! You can be pharaoh again.'

I fix him with a frown. 'If you're this worried about being naked in front of another man you really need to speak to someone...unless...' something dawns on me and I grin. I put a foot down on his chest, pushing, and with both paws dedicated to holding his loincloth in place, there's nothing he can do to stop me pushing him to lie back on the floor. 'The only reason you'd need to use two paws to hold that loincloth is if one paw won't do the job. And the only way one paw wouldn't do the job is if something is pushing back'. I move my foot from his chest, let it trail down, down, over his firm stomach and to his loincloth. I find what I know is there. A firm lump, extending an impressive way down between his legs.

'It's not...it's the, uh, adrenaline, like Athnan said', he tried.

'Uh huh.' I push his paws away with my foot. Right away the loincloth bounces up nearly ten inches. I slide it away, and there a big, thick, throbbing, wet, feline cock stands. I grin. 'Athnan, get me a leash.'

'What is a leash.'

'Athnan, get me some rope.'

The crocodile scurries off as I look down at my stepdad. 'Things are going to change around here. You're not going to like it.'

I didn't mean for any of this to happen', he tries. 'Or, actually, I did, but...it was just for while your mother is away on her tour of the Nile, I promise. I was going to let you back in when she returned.'

'Right. Then this'll just be until then too, because I'm sure mum won't want to see you led around like a little queen in heat, would she?'

Athnan comes back with a coil of rope in his arms. His cock still bobs in front of him, and I look at it in pity. Then I get an idea. 'Stepdaddy, I think I have your first task.'

He stares at Athnan's cock, then at me, then back at the cock. 'No, please...'

'Oh, you'll grow to like it. And if not, well, you'll do it anyway. Now sit up on your knees.'

He doesn't do it, not at first, so I coil the rope around his neck, knotting it into a chocker I can tighten and loosen with a single tug. I pull it, making him choke and rise up on his knees so his muzzle is level with the crocodile's tapered cock, and then I loosen it again. He gasps but doesn't move back down, and I pat his mane. 'Good kitty.'

Athnan's cock bounces, clearly eager for attention, and the crocodile wiggles his hips toward the lion who was once his pharaoh. I stay behind my father, my own hips near the back of his head, and his mane tickles the short fur beside my loincloth.

'Go on', I tell him. 'Open that drooling maw of yours.'

'I'm not drooling', he growls, then breaks into a choke as I pull his collar tight. Spittle drips from his muzzle and I release him.

'I wouldn't be too sure about that. Now stop whining and open up.'

In no position to resist, he does, and Athnan traces his cock around my stepfather's lips. It's coloured a deep purple, long and thick at the base and thinner at the top. A drop of pearlescent precum drips from his tip which smears around the lion's muzzle, and he shivers when it slides into his mouth and onto his tongue--I'm not so sure it isn't a shiver of pleasure, of excitement, no matter how deep it may be buried.

Athnan soon grows impatient and moves his hips into position, his cock hovering in front of my stepfather's hot, wet maw. I hold his shoulders, feeling the muscle coiled and twisted beneath his fur--if he really wanted to, he could throw me off, beat Athnan senseless. But he knows his place, defeated and humiliated by my paw. Sure, he might play dirty, but he knows when he lost.

Athnan lets out a throaty growl as he pushes into my stepdad's maw. It's easy going at first, his cock barely even touching the lion's mouth, but that also means it doesn't take long for Athnan to hit the back of his throat. My stepfather gags, clearly shocked by the sensation of a dripping dick invading his throat, and he pulls back. I wrench his collar tight, kneeling on his shoulder and wringing his mane in one paw. 'Let him in', I hiss.

My stepdad curses but his words are lost around Athnan's cock. And he relents, pushing forward, letting the dick slide back to the entrance of his throat. I loosen his collar again, but with the threat of suffocation still hanging around his neck he valiantly supresses his gag reflex. Athnan begins pumping in and out, and the thicker midsection of his cock begins rubbing against my stepfather's lips. Wet sounds ensue, filling the throne room. I use my knee on his shoulder to push him forward and back, forcing him to take more and more of the cock until Athnan's big, round base nudges against his muzzle. I know his cock has to be at least several inches down my stepfather's throat, and I'll admit I'm impressed. There's hope for him yet.

After all the work Athnan had been doing to himself while I'd been fighting my stepfather, it doesn't take long for the crocodile to reach his limit. I've been trying to draw it out for as long as I can, occasionally pulling my stepdad back by the mane to give Athnan a few seconds to recover and taking the opportunity to rub my own front against the side of his head, but soon I see Anthnan begin to buck his hips and his eyes roll back in his head as he fucks my dad's maw. So I grab the back of the lion's head and slam him against the crocodile's groin, making him take the whole cock in one gulp. 'Drink it down, stepdaddy! I don't want a single drop coming out!'

I keep my paw firm in his mane, keeping him deep throated on the croc's dick. Initially he tries to protest but as the first spurts of cum begin filling his throat and bubbling back into his mouth, he has to swallow it down to keep himself from choking. I see his eyes water and feel a certain satisfaction and he keeps on gulping and gulping.

Finally, Athnan collapses onto the floor with a gasp, tongue lolling from his mouth and cock dripping against his leg. I grab my stepfather's chin and twist it toward me. 'Open up. Show me you've swallowed it all.'

He glares at me but does as he is bid, showing off a clean tongue and salivating mouth. I grin. 'See? I know you'd love the taste.'

'Just you wait', he growls back, 'when my army comes marching through that door, you're dead.'

Oh shit, they're still fighting. I guiltily turn to Athnan. 'Hey, uh, can you go and tell everyone they can stop...uh, Athnan? Alright, fine, sleep, you bloody reptile.' I pull on my stepfather's collar as I make for the door, but when he stands I look up at him with irritation. 'What are you doing?'

'I have to move, you'll choke me.'

'I mean what are you doing? You're my kitty now, get on all fours.'

'You can't be serious', he growls and I pull his leash tight. He grunts and gets down, paws clenched into tight fists against the sandstone. 'Don't take me out there...'

'Why? Afraid your soldiers will laugh? Or, wait, I guess they're my soldiers now.'

'That's not how any of this works. They're not going to bow to you just because you've got me on a--nnghgh, ngngg-o-okay! Okay okay, just let me breathe!'

I release the collar again and he falls onto his elbows, gasping. I give him a moment, then tug on the rope, forcing him to crawl along behind me. I can practically feel the humiliation emanating from his buff, muscly body, and his tail droops along the sandstone. When we make it to the door I reach over with my foot and kick it up into the air. 'I want you presenting', I tell him. 'I want everyone to see you're my little sub lioness.'

And I open the door.

One hundred surprised heads turn in my direction. Fifty on the steps of the throne room, standing firm against the wave of the fifty invaders frozen in their attack. Everyone's wearing red so it's hard to tell who's who, but I reason that my stepfather's troops must have fallen back here for a final stand. I grin--my soldiers have done well.

'Dude, what the fuck', I hear a voice yell, and Alsaa steps into view with an outraged expression. 'You better have just wrangled him right this second because we've been fighting here for an hour!'

'...There may have been a blowjob.'

'How the duat did you not hear us?'

I knock on the heavy throne room doors. 'Sound proof. I think the old pharaohs hated having to hear the poor people outside. Also, uh, is no one going to say anything about how I have my stepdad on a leash?'

'What's a leash?'

'Shut up! You lot, stand down.' I motion to the soldiers on the steps, and my stepdad stabs a claw toward them from his prone position.

'Don't you dare! Arrest my idiot son and get me out of thiiiaaaaghhh--' He breaks off into a choke as I stare at the soldiers, daring them to make a move. I'm not really sure what I was expecting, but they simply shrug and throw down their weapons and kneel down on one leg. My father's eyes bulge, and not just from lack of oxygen.

'Oh, alright, well that was easy. Why don't you go clean up the city or something. And somebody get me a crown! Your pharaoh is back!'

There's a few half-hearted cheers, but everyone mainly focuses on organising groups to tend to the wounded, start clearing away rubble and go find those that had evacuated. It's strange to see animals who were just moments ago enemies suddenly work so well together, and it's a sobering realisation that most of these soldiers were just doing what they were paid to do. None of these animals are here voluntarily.

'We're going to have a very big discussion about this later', Alsaa murmurs as he passes me by with an armful of weapons. 'Your libido is getting out of hand.'

'It was the only way to defeat him', I say wisely. 'Plus, it's really fuckin' hot. Like, seriously, you wouldn't hit this?' I pull my step-pet between us and force him to turn around and lift his hindquarters, wiggling his firm virgin ass up at Alsaa.

The jackal tilts his head thoughtfully. 'It is kind of hot.'

'Want a go right now?'

'No. Because I have work to do.' Alsaa goes to leave, but pauses at the exit of the palace. 'But, uh, I'll swing by tonight?'

I grin and wave him off, then yank on my pet's leash. 'Alright you, let's go for a tour of my city.'

'No, please, anything but that.'

'You deserve everything that's coming to you, kitty. Now go on, and keep that tail high!'

I've never enjoyed something quite so much as I did taking my buff lion step-dad for a walk along the city streets. Nearly everyone was out and about, fixing up holes in walls, repainting pillars (why are there always pillars everywhere?), mending broken carts, distributing supplies...which meant everyone got a good look at the naked lion crawling along the dusty pathways. Those that observed us the longest I gave a scrutinising once-over, and if I decided they were worthy I'd lead my father up to them and force him to 'beg.' He'd sit up on two legs, front paws hitched, which had the nice effect of showing of his great big balls and half-engorged cock hanging from its sheath. Then I'd make him suck them off. Within barely an hour he became quite the master of sucking dick, and I always made sure he drank down every last drop. For each blowjob I forced him to give, I'd knot one braid into his mane, and before long he was sporting quite the pretty hairdo.

'You've made your point', my stepdad begs as he wipes his cum-drenched muzzle after another successful blowjob. 'Let me go.'

I tug on his mane and he hisses, but keeps still as I fix another braid into his mane. 'I'm not trying to make a point. You're just going to have to get used to being my beefy cock-loving femslut, because I'm not going to let you go until you admit you're my big gay subby stepdaddy.'

He glares up at me, outraged. 'There's no way I'm saying that!'

'Good, because we've only made it halfway around the city.'

I kept offering up blowjobs as we went, and every male animal was eager to accept no matter their circumstances. Nobody turns down an offer from their pharaoh, especially not when it was one as pleasurable and refreshing as this. And yet, no matter how far we went, I couldn't find the _perfect_male. One that would serve exactly the purpose I had in mind. That is, until we made it back to the palace.

By this point my stepfather is practically dragging himself along, so tired from all the work he'd had to do. The bottom of his mane is white with cum while the top is a forest of braids, and I have to constantly remind him to lift his tail with a sharp thwack on his ass cheeks with the rope. I had just accepted that no perfect animal would present themselves today when we come to a team of builders removing a large section of debris from the palace entrance. Like mouse-ses parting the sea, the workers move away as a huge chunk of stone is lifted by a single, mighty figure.

'Sweet Horus', I gasp as an Arabian stallion nearly double my height hefts the stone over one shoulder and begins descending the stairs. We watch him pass, and he gives me a respectful nod as he makes for the impromptu rubbish tip they've made at the edge of town. His musk fills my nostrils as he passes and I practically faint in ecstasy from the smell.

My stepfather makes a sound. 'You're not going to make me--'

'You're going to fuck that stallion', I breathe. 'And then I probably will too.'

He was a mercenary before he came to town, I learn as I walk him and my stepfather to the pharaoh's bedroom. In retrospect his occupation was easy enough to glean from the numerous scars and marks covering his body--one could almost believe Set himself had cut him up. But the fact that he is still standing, healthy as ever, is a testament to his raw power and virility. Muscles ripple with dangerous electricity, yet the face that tops it is soft, quiet, and kind. Apparently he'd travelled all over the Great Deserts in his work, but had found himself coming back to the Nile far often than he could put to chance. And so, when he'd finally decided to settle down, he chose here. I feel honoured by that for some reason, almost as much as he seems to be that a pharaoh has chosen him as a bedmate.

'Your room is incredible', he says with a thick, deep accent when we make it into my room. The thought of my stepfather screwing waify Egyptian girls in here while I was away makes my nose wrinkle, and I'm glad I ordered the silks changed before coming in.

'Thanks', is all I can think to say. I lead my stepfather up to the bed and pat the covers. 'Come on, up you get.'

'Is this...a common practice?' the stallion asks as he watches my father try to jump up on all fours.

'No, my dad's just an ass.'

'Your father?'

'Oh, no, he's just my stepfather, it's not weird.' The lion finally succeeds in getting up and I hand the stallion his leash. 'What's your name, by the way?'

'Aljins.'

'Aljins?'

'Yes, but the J is pronounced like an "H", and you don't say the "S". So, "Alhin."

'Then why were you saying "Aljins?".'

'That's how it's spelt.'

'Sure, but I don't say "lam-b" with a "b" and then say, "but you don't say the "b".

'What's a lamb?'

'Look,' I rub my brow, 'can you just pound my stepdad's ass with your big massive horsecock already?'

Unlike the soldiers, the horse is dressed in linen pants and shirt, and I work quickly to shuck them off. First his top, which reveals an impossibly muscular yet lean chest that I have to give a quick poke just to prove it's real, and shoulders that I could just wrap myself around like a scarf. And while that's nice, what I'm really interested in is that which hides in his pants. There's already quite the noticeable bulge in the front of them, and I lick my lips as I pull his waistband down. It's a challenge to get it over the hard lump, but when I do I find something better than any gold or glass waiting for me. It's eager to acquaint itself, in fact, because it jumps out and slaps me in the face.

The horsecock is enormous. Already fully hard and twitching as a drop of pre slides down his mottled shaft. It's as thick, no, thicker than my wrist, and the flared head is larger than my fist. A long vein runs up the side, pulsing with blood, a monument to his horniness. Midway down, a thick ridge curls around his diameter, a marker I doubt even I could reach on my first try. Below, his balls are big and round, completely hairless and just asking to be sucked, though by my estimation I could only fit one in my mouth at a time.

'Looks like you've got your work cut out for you, stepdad', I whisper, drawing my paw slowly up and down Aljins' length. The stallion nickers quietly, moving his hips against me, and I put a paw on his stomach. 'No, save it for the main event.' I guide his cock to my stepdad's puckered ass, batting away the tail he desperately tries to cover himself with. I smugly note how the stallion's grip on the rope tightens--he's not about to let the ex-pharaoh escape.

His flared cockhead nudges against my father's hole, testing its tightness. Evidently, quite tight. I move to my bedroom's fountain--a necessary facility for any well-to-do royal--and take one of the vials resting on the fountain's edge. With my other paw I take a large bowl and scoop up some water, then shake the granulated contents of the vial into it. With a stir of my finger, the liquid grows thick, cold and slick...the perfect consistency for what I have lovingly termed 'fuck water'.

I pour a generous amount over Aljins' cock, then get two fingers nice and wet and place them before my stepdad's quivering hole. 'Let's get you ready', I grin. To be honest, I doubt there's any way he's going to be able to take the ginormous cock. It's more of a dominance thing at this point, and I figure he'll say he's my big gay subby stepdaddy just to get out of it.

But then I come across something unexpected. When I slowly slide a finger into his tailhole, it goes in up to the knuckle with barely a tug of resistance. Curious, I add another finger...and then another.

'Well, well, well', I say, unable to suppress my massive grin. My father's muzzle is pressed into the downy mattress. 'It seems someone has a secret hobby.'

'I'm noff aayy', he growls into the pillow.

'I knew that Athnan was more than just a bodyguard.' I slap his butt and give Aljins an encouraging nod. 'Ride on, horse boy.'

The horse doesn't wait for me to repeat myself. Gripping my stepfather's leash tightly, he presses against his firm ass. Sure, my father has evidently taken dick before, but nothing the size of a horse. And while it's a struggle, Aljins' force mixed with the slick, slippery lube I provided means, soon, the _pop_of horsecock entering the lion's ass sounds and I clap my paws with glee. My stepdad gasps, and then his gasp becomes a rumbling moan of both discomfort and pleasure. At first Aljins just fucks him with his flared cockhead, stretching out his ass, getting him used to his size. Then he starts pushing further in, and I swear it looks like my stepdad is pushing back into him.

In no time at all, Aljins' medial ring disappears into my father's ass, bumping against him and eliciting a moan from both. I grin and grab my father's mane, twirling my fingers through it. His eyes widen when he sees I've pushed my loincloth to the side, my own cock sticking up in front of him. At first I think he's going to protest, but then Aljins shoves himself in further and my father can't help diving down onto my cock.

His mouth is hot and warm and unfairly pleasurable. Alsaa, with all his skill and technique, is certainly good, but this...this is something else entirely. After all the cock my stepdad has sucked today, I'd have thought he'd be tired, but it turns out to be completely the opposite. His maw has grown used to it, even started to love it, and I feel his tongue lapping my shaft as his lips slurp me up and I purr in pleasure.

'You like being spitroasted, huh?' I laugh, gripping his mane tighter as Aljin goes to town on his ass. His body rocks from one to the other, filled at both ends with cock. I feel him try to shake his head--a move which only brings me more pleasure--and I yank on his mane. 'Don't try to lie to me. I see you pining for horsecock, and licking up my thick, red kitty cock. Isn't that right?'

'Mmmffnnggh', is all he can say around me. It's not a yes, but we're getting there.

Aljins grunts and yanks on the rope, making my stepdad gag on my cock, drooling long ropes of saliva. I warn the horse to take it easy, but it's clear he's getting close and I'm eager to be too. So I start pistoning in and out of my father harder, letting his tongue and lips rub against me. The big lion is trapped between us, completely helpless to stop our eager fucking.

In, out. Slurp, suck. Pull, push, pull again. Yank, gag, drool, thrust...all manner of wet, wonderful sounds filling the room. The stallion is close, so close, I can tell by the way he's panting...

'Stop', I order. It's a quiet command, but even the excitement of breeding isn't enough to cover the order of a pharaoh. The stallion looks at me, clearly taken aback, but he pulls out, his cock wet and bouncing. I slide of out my stepfather's mouth and he stares at me.

'Whai didth you...stop?' he says, jaw still slack from the blowjob. Despite its grumbling lowness, his tone is whinny.

'I thought you hated it.'

'I...I...do hate it.'

'So you won't mind stopping. Unless...' I walk around him and grab Aljins' cock. The horse jumps and snorts, having to brace just to stop himself cumming. I line it up with my dad's asshole. 'Unless you don't hate it.'

The lion is visibly shaking, trying to impale himself on that big, gorgeous cock. I put my other paw on his cheek, groping it but not letting him closer.

'Admit it. Admit you love cock.'

'I love cock', he says, barely audible.

'Louder.'

'I love it.'

'Love what!?'

'Cock! I love cock! Big, huge, thick pulsing horsecock.'

I let go of Aljins' dick and he slams into my stepdad who shouts out in pleasure.

'I love it!' he cries. 'I can't get enough! More!!'

I reach under my stepdad, feel for his own dangling member. I barely give it two strokes before he's cumming all over my beautiful silk sheets. He roars, balls jumping, ass slamming back into the stallion. 'Say it!' I order.

'I'm yours!'

'My what? Say it!'

'You big gay subby stepdaddy!'

'That's what I'm talking about!' I cheer. I grab his braided mane in my fists and shove him onto my cock, sliding right into his throat. Aljins lets out a thunderous neigh as he orgasms, jets of thick, sticky, creamy horse cum flooding my stepdad's ass. I let loose at the same time, filling him from the other end, drenching his tongue and throat in my jizz. It flows into his belly, practically sloshing as he gulps it all down noisily. By the time our final spurts shoot out, the whole bed is a cummy, sticky mess, and we collapse down into it without a care.

'Well that was fuckin' insane', my stepdad says, rubbing his belly as spunk oozes from his ass.

'Shut up, you loved it, you big gay', I say, and he growls.

'I'm _not_gay. I'm bisexual.'

'Fine. But you're not that either right now, are you?' He's silent, and I poke him. 'Are you.'

'No', he sighs.

'Because..?'

'Because I'm your big gay subby stepdaddy.'

'Thank you. And it's going to stay that way 'till mum gets back.' I cross my arms. 'You know, I still can't believe you staged a coup. What a sucky thing to do to your only stepson.'

'What exactly have I walked into?' Aljins asks bemusedly. He's so big his hooves have to hang over the bed.

'You've done a lot more than walking, horsey', I say, running a finger up and down his side. 'What do you work as? A builder or something?'

'Stone mason.'

'Ever thought about being a concubine?'

'What's the pay, and do I have a choice.'

'Twenty deben a season, and yes, but only because I'm a far better pharaoh than my dad. When mum comes back though, that'll be out of my paws.' I sigh. 'She's the real pharaoh.'

At that moment my bedroom door creaks open and Alsaa pops his head around. 'Thought I'd find you two in here. Who's this?'

'Aljins. Without the J or the S though.'

'What?'

'Don't ask. Care to join?'

The jackal steps in and shuts the door behind him, slipping off his loin cloth and sliding into the bed next to me. 'Don't mind if I do.' Then he glances over at my stepfather, lying on his back breathing heavily. 'So he really is gay then?'

'Nah, bisexual.'

'I hoped so. Otherwise your mum would probably be pretty mad.'

'I mean, she has like thirty husbands.'

'Ah, to be a pharaoh', Alsaa sighs.

I grin, reaching down to my best friend's sheath. 'Shut up and kiss me.'