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Sovereign Revenge

(Featuring Daichi and Anubis)

By Whitepython.

The prince of the jackal empire was resting after a long campaign in a tent in the middle of the forest. He slept in complete silence in the middle of the night. He was working hard on leading his people into taking over all of the forest territories in the name of the Anubian Empire. He also had to drive away the wolves that lived there or make them submit to his empire even if that meant destroying their shrines to the forest goddess along with their settlements.

The Jackal prince slept inside his luxurious, square shaped and large tent setup in a clearing in the middle of the forest surrounded by other tents. His slim and athletic black furred body rested over a bed which consisted of several pillows and fancy cloths laid along a short yet long table that worked as bed base to make the sleeping experience of the prince as comfortable as possible in the wilds.

The Anubian wore nothing but a white loincloth as he slept on his belly. Face pressed over a pillow as he seemed to be dreaming of days ahead filled with glory and power.

The green eyes of the Jackal were forced open as his long and pointy ears registered some strange sound coming from the left side of his tent. Perhaps his guards were shifting turns. Maybe a small animal of the forest has out breached in his camp. He didn't want to take risks. He decided to force himself awake regardless of how tired he was.

He could see behind the thick cloth that formed the left side of the tent a shadow approaching as the light of the moon shone over it. This made it clear that a masculine figure was in the move. The figure reached the entrance and slipped inside through the heavy rug that hanged down and formed the entrance.

The prince decided to remain silent to surprise the stalker. He knew the figure wasn't one of his guards. Or else they would have asked permission before going inside.

The Anubian jackal slid his hand under his pillow to pick up a short blade he hid there. His fingers tensed in a tight grip around the hilt of the blade just like all of his muscles did. His body expelled adrenaline. Ready for a surprise assault against that shadow.

The jackal tried to take another look at the shadow, but it was hard to see anything with no source of light available other than the moon which was obscured inside the thick tent. Nonetheless the figure looked to be lupine because it was endowed with a pair of short ears at the top along with a thick coat of fur on the edges.

The prince could feel his heart beating faster. He clenched his jaws as his muscles were ready to pounce the intruder; blade in hand. His mind raced towards the moment of the attack when out of sudden, a masculine voice spoke to him soft and low.

"It's alright jackal. I know you are awake and you know that I am here. It's useless to try to attack each other now."

The prince was surprised that the figure was aware of his alert state. He released the blade from his hand under his pillow. He wished to keep it a surprise. But he placed his hand near the pillow in case events escalated from bad to worse.

"It's useless because you are about to be arrested right now for invading my camp." The prince spoke. He felt vulnerable on his bed without his armor and unable to see with clarity the face of the intruder but he tried to hide his insecurity.

"And who is going to arrest me? All of your guards are sleeping under my power. Of course they are going to awake in the morning. Unlike you. For you are going to spend a long while sleeping for me."

The jackal got quite stressed for a moment as he felt confused by those words. What does this stranger meant by 'sleeping'? What kind of threat was that? What if he was left without guards to back him up and he is forced to surrender right now?

That can't be. He remembered that he was a prince, he was leader among jackals. He was in command of this campaign. He can't allow himself to be taunted by a stranger. He had to take control of this situation and use every resource at his disposal. The whole Anubian Empire was counting on him.

"Guards! Guards!" the jackal shouted with commanding power. Nevertheless all he got in return was a mocking chuckle that came from the shadow. After the taunting, a moment of silence followed. No signs of his royal guards could be noticed.

"It's useless. I told you already that your guards are asleep. You better lay back on that bed and allow me to do what I came here to do. It would be the best for you if you get to sleep already for me." The shadow spoke to him in his calmed voice filled with confidence.

The jackal growled at the shadow before him. The royal canine had lost his initial burst confidence once he noticed that his cries of help went unnoticed. His body began to tense once again. The prince had to act right away. He knew that this whole campaign would be ruined if he got captured.

The black furred canine stretched his hand under the pillow as slow as he could. He could feel the cold iron at the tip of his fingers as he acted in a slow pace. He didn't want to put the stranger under warning. His body once again tensed under the rush of adrenaline that his body was creating. His jaws locked up against the rest of his skull thanks to the increasing tension.

However, as he tried to retrieve his blade, he was able to see something swinging over the figure's head.

It was some sort of purple glowing orb that moved from side to side in a relaxed pace. It was almost hard to notice the movement it made in the beginning. But it was so easy to look at it as it danced like a large and purple firefly in the pitch dark night.

"You don't have to worry at all about your guards or to stop me. Just keep your attention right here for a moment if you please your highness."

The sarcasm dipped off of that last part like honey from a stuffed up beehive. The anubian kept his eyes on the figure as the strange purple light swung over the shadow. As his eyes kept their attention on that purple light, the jackal was able to feel the strange light putting his tensed muscles to rest. Along with the relaxed muscles, the rush of adrenaline came to a smooth end in the deafening silence of the forest along with the scent of the trees reaching the inside of the tent. All of this making his already tired body to succumb further into relaxation.

"Now that I have your attention, let's see if you last longer than what your guards did or if you all jackals are nothing but a race of weak minded pawns."

The Anubian prince was unable to see anything in the pitch darkness except for the glowing light that filled the room and began to demand his attention as it kept on dancing before him.

"You just can't help it. You don't need to stand up from your bed. You can continue your peaceful sleep. It would be the best if you were to resume sleeping. Allow your muscles to relax and let the tension to go away. There is no need for you to fight any longer. This is time to rest and relax. I bet your legs and back are so tired. Return to relax on your bed and allow yourself to relax. A busy day awaits for you tomorrow. Leave all of your tensions and problems to be absorbed into the beautiful light."

The jackal could feel the hilt of the cold blade slipping off of his fingers as he could sense his body sinking into the soft bed. His eyes lost into the purple light offered by the shadow as it mesmerized his senses.

He was able to hear the voice speaking to him something that he couldn't focus his mind on understanding. Even if the words were soothing and calming. He could sense they were painted with evil intentions. Intentions to dominate and control him.

This was so wrong. He had to escape from whatever was happening to him. His body didn't agreed with him however. His legs and arms were so relaxed. They urged his mind to fall in line with the smooth hypnotic induction and to go back to sleep.

The purple light began to swing faster and faster. It was fast enough to make the jackal's head sway side to side along with the glowing item. The fast pace made the jackal forget about the lurking danger that the shadow possessed and made him feel lost into the alluring purple tinted relaxation.

"Allow me to take charge from now on of all your duties. I know everything there is to be known about leading and commanding. You weren't made for that kind of role. You were made for an easier, much simpler life. Keep on looking into the purple light until you realize that you were made for the life of a slave."

The last sentenced got stuck in the prince's mind. He has seen slaves in the Anubian dungeons. In the beginning he felt sorry for those poor souls. After a long time he began to felt curious about such life. A life of complete servitude towards a strong master who could dictate over you. A master leading you through a life of servitude and submission. What if he was meant to have the life of a slave like the ones at the royal dungeon?

That was wrong. He was the prince of the Anubian Empire. His future was to become the king and lord of all Anubian jackals once the right time approached. He is a strong and powerful canine. He had to make sure that the whole world laid at his feet. He was royalty. Not a slave!

The prince could feel his energies returning to his body as his mind felt empowered by the memories of his duties. The jackal released a soft growl as his legs responded to him once again. His fingers curled up around the pommel of the blade. He regained control over his tired body as soon as he recovered the command over his own thoughts.

The black furred canine stood on his large and black furred plantigrade feet. Displaying his long and toned legs and large and athletic chest with toned abdominals. He allowed his white loincloth to hang in between his black furred legs, making his bulge noticeable under it. His green eyes looked for the strange shadow. With his short blade in hand. Ready to combat and to drive the intruder away with his sorcery tricks.

But the shadow was nowhere to be seen.

The confused jackal returned to sit at the edge of his bed. The canine took a deep breath to try to relax as he remembered the warning given to him by the wolves some days ago. He was told that the spirit of the forest would be seeking revenge because he and his army profaned the altar to mother earth that he decided to destroy in an attempt to lower the morale of the wolf tribes he was trying to annex to the kingdom.

The Anubian looked around his tent from his bed before deciding that he just had a bad dream due the stress he's going through; however, the jackal felt his throat dry. He dropped his shinny blade over his comfortable bed before he rose up to his tired feet once again and walked to a small table near the back of his tent. The table was placed next to a large wooden throne he enjoyed to sit on, along with several chests with weapons and precious loot from the campaign.

Upon approaching the table, he picked up two small stones and grinded them together inside a small oil lamp that was placed on the table. The fire of the instrument brought a shining light to the insides of the tent thanks to a special mixture in the oil invented by jackals a long time ago. Thanks to the lamp the canine was able to get a better look at his resting place. He felt relaxed once he was sure he was alone in his tent and there were no evil shadows lurking around.

The prince decided to extinguish his thirst and to return to sleep. He had to rise fresh in the morning to continue with his campaign of conquest.

The Anubian jackal picked up the clay vase on the same table. He drank the liquid down as soon as he picked it up. The prince could feel the cool liquid going down his throat. He felt the water refreshing his tired body and his drained mind after such terrible nightmare.

The canine placed the clay container back on the table once he was satisfied. Leaving it almost empty as he wiped his slim muzzle clean with his wrist and his own tongue.

As the canine made his way back to his warm and comfortable bed, he could hear a chuckle behind him which broke the pleasure brought by quenching his thirst.

"Welcome back sleepy head."

The jackal turned towards his throne where he saw that shadowy figure sitting down. This time he was no more a shadow thanks to the fire he ignited a moment ago.

What he saw before him was a blue and white furred wolf: his chest was coated with a layer of white fur while his sides and back displayed a thick layer of blue fur. Both colors were divided by a thin thread of red fur all the way down to his waist. Around that waist the lupine figure wore a brown loincloth in tribal style which did a poor job on dissimulating the bulge he carried in between his legs.

The lupine's legs and arms were also blue. But his forearms and hands ended in a dark fur color, just like his legs did which ended in a pair of digitigrade foot paws with white toe-claws.

The Anubian prince could finally see the face of the intruder. His green eyes met those amber eyes. A pair of red furred ears appeared at the top of that head while his face continued with that blue color. His neck and muzzle remained white. A pitch dark nose at the end of that broad snout was on display.

But what surprised the jackal the most was that long, scorpion like tail that appeared behind the lupine. Olive green in color. Segmented with dark and golden patches of color which ended in a golden stinger with a thin and sharp looking tip. It sung behind the wolf over the throne while the tip leaked a purple liquid. The Anubian prince didn't allowed the sudden and alien appearance of his enemy to throw him off guard.

"Get out of here!" the prince ordered to the blue wolf. The wolf ignored the order given to him as he changed topics while he relaxed on the throne.

"Let me tell you something. You have a will stronger than the rest of your guards. You gave me a good fight. Still it's nothing that can't be handled with a bit of help."

The blue lupine flashed his array of teeth at the jackal as his legs stretched some more. Displaying his black furred feet towards the Anubian warrior before resuming his speech.

"On the other hand, take a look at yourself. So defenseless and pitiful without your armor nor your army. Your kind comes here thinking they can enslave my people, take over our lands along with our resources and destroy our shrines when you are all nothing but a race of foolish and weak minded slaves."

The Anubian Jackal growled loud after the speech. The muscles on his back tensed as he dug his green eyes on the blue furred invader as he took offense on such words.

"I will never allow you to insult the Anubian people in my presence!"

The enraged jackal rushed to his bed to pick up his blade; however, he found his fury extinguished in an instant as the purple light reappeared before him. This time the jackal was aware that the source of the purple orb was that golden sharp tip of that scorpion-like tail which protruded from behind the tribal wolf.

"No need to be angry your highness. You should relax and allow me to take over once again. You have a strong will. I can't break it with my mere powers alone. For my good luck you were easy to suggest. I slipped a small idea into your mind to make you drink the water you had here. Water I tainted with a powerful mix of mental weakening herbs that must have turned your free will to a pulp already while we spoke."

The confidence behind the lupine's words gave the jackal the gut feeling that he wasn't bluffing. He felt afraid once again for his own safety. He had to escape before something bad happened to him.

As the prince attempted to flee, he found that his body refused to cooperate. The jackal tried to force his tired legs to escape, but instead he released a soft yawn as the purple light danced before him and the wolf resumed to speak. "Don't worry jackal. I am going to escort you myself into the depths of the forest. Into the heart of our sanctuary and I will make sure that you will be treated just the way the prince of all jackals deserve -you can sleep and relax for me and I will take care of you from now on, very deep, just sleep- "

A shiver of fear ran along the jackal's spine. While his sore body followed along, his confused and tired mind knew what those words meant. He would become a prisoner to his enemies. Maybe even a slave.

This time he tried to pool and to conjure the same strength and power he used a while ago. But his body refused to cooperate with him. In the back of his mind the jackal felt the need to lick his chops again. Remembering the water he was suggested into consuming which just sealed his fate under the hypnotic wolf that profaned his throne.

"Look at the purple light. Feel your mind slowing down with every swing of my tail. You must become a slave to every wolf you meet. Jackals are pet to wolves. You must bow down before them. And you must help wolves to turn every single jackal into pets. That's what jackals are here for after all. They sent you here to make sure the Anubians surrender to wolves."

The jackal prince shook on his knees just like his mind shook with the feeling that something wrong was assaulting him. However, the black furred canine released another yawn before nodding.

The green eyes of the prince followed the orb as it swung high, the purple light illuminating his surroundings along with the special flame lit on the table. The Anubian could hear the sound of the tail swinging side to side in that smooth mesmerizing rhythm, the memories of the fresh tainted water still on his muzzle as his tired body ached to submit to the relaxing powers of the purple light.

The prince was assaulted once again by the curiosity about slaves in dungeons: shackles, collars, discipline and training. To be kept under the hand of a master, ready to serve. Maybe his curiosity would be satisfied through this wolf. Or that's what the soft voice in the back of his mind suggested.

"Get down on your knees before me and call me master. Affirm your complete submission to me. Become my property and the property of the wolf tribe forever."

The jackal once again struggled with the idea. Maybe he should become a slave. Or maybe remain a prince. He wasn't sure what to answer. Let alone what to think with his mind as it sunk fast into that purple colored hypnosis. His own thoughts were overlapped by the wolf commanding his complete obedience over and over again.

The prince looked up at the wolf and he struggled with the concept of living as a slave for the rest of his life. That's where he noticed the wolf's eyes were glowing in a vibrant purple along with the wolf's left hand. The added purple color made his crumbling resistance fade away. The increased light made his thoughts being absorbed into the purple light like a hole in the middle of a lake. Draining all of his free will away. The jackal wasn't able to think anymore. He had to do whatever the strong and dominant wolf at the throne spoke. He had to say those words.

"I...I am a slave to the wolf kind..."

Submitting before the blue wolf began to make him feel even more light-headed as his body relaxed further. The black furred jackal couldn't help it but land on his knees as his mind was overridden by the purple light. The purple glow became his field of vision as he could feel his mental concentration blurring away into the glowing purple light. The tail stopped to glow in that purple light as the hypnotic energies now focused on the blue wolf's hand and eyes. Allowing the tail to lay aside and to rest.

"Such a good boy. We're there now." The wolf praised the now hypnotized jackal. The Anubian prince was able to feel that soothing relaxation that he has craved for so long. The nice sensation took over his whole body. His tired legs found a soothing peace as the weight of the athletic black jackal was distributed along the floor. His pointy and long ears were still seduced with more speeches of complete submission and obedience. His eyes became possessed by the alluring magic just like his mind.

"All this fight and struggle with your people has left me... frisky..." the wolf displayed a wide grin behind his words on his blue and white muzzle. "And what better opportunity to relieve myself than with the prince of all jackals." the blue wolf dug his eyes deeper into the Anubian jackal's eyes. Both pair of eyes glowed in a vibrant purple. "I hope your big mouth is better for more things than just parroting nonsense."

The black jackal was too lost to try to make sense of those words. The wolf used his right index finger to call the canine forth. The hypnotized prince couldn't help it but obey. He crawled on all fours towards his own throne as he bowed before the blue wolf while his hypnotist discarded his brown tribal loincloth aside to reveal his privates. He exposed a white furred sheath that displayed a heavy pair of testicles along with an already erected, red, long, thick and bulbous on the base penis which awaited attention from the prince.

"Open wide and get to suck. But first remove your own loincloth. I want to see what kind of trophy I'm bringing back home. Besides you will have to get used to be naked all the time once I get you into the forest sanctuary." A malicious grin was drawn on that lupine muzzle.

The Anubian prince discarded his white loincloth in the best way his clouded mind allowed him to. He revealed his own canine meat which was as black as the fur on his body. With a glans on the tip and a softened knot at the base. It was already leaking a bead of pre on the tip thanks to all the seductive presence of the dominant wolf.

The enslaved jackal prince pressed his cold nose against that red maleness. The white furred crotch met his face. He could bask in the warmth of the wolf's crotch. After a moment he used his maw to take that meat all the way inside his maw with a single push. He could hear the sounds of pleasure his enslaver released as the masculine musk of the lupine invaded his long muzzle. His tongue soaked into the strong and masculine flavor of that male hood while the tip of his tongue felt and teased the lupine's knot.

"Ah! You... You are better at this than what I thought! You are way too good. I bet you suck off the royal guards all the time. Don't you?" the wolf spoke among panting and groaning of pleasure as he clawed on the armrests of the fancy throne where he enjoyed his royal blowjob.

Even if the jackal's jaw grew tired as he tried to please that fat dick, he kept his best effort on sucking the wolf to the point of orgasm. With his eyes closed and his jaw growing tired, he could feel his mind attempting to struggle free as the purple light has become nothing but a memory now.

The prince sucked around that fat maleness more and more. He increased his pace as his head moved back and forth. He could feel one of the wolf's hands stroking the top of his head and rubbing the bridge of his muzzle with a thumb as the blue furred hypnotist encouraged him to continue with his skilled muzzle.

Nonetheless both beings worked in synchrony to reach the blue wolf's sexual zenith which came after several moments of the effort made by that slim and black furred muzzle which pushed the blue furred hypnotist to the edge.

The prince was rewarded after his efforts with a maw full of that bitter, warm, strong and thick seed which he swallowed without been told to. Emptying his maw from that white release. The Anubian prince kept on sucking around it for a few moments before the wolf used a foot paw to drive the cock hungry prince away from his spent meat. The anubian struggled behind the foot for a moment as his mind kept on attempting to snap awake.

"Quite an eager one. Stay at my feet. Worship them while I think if I should take you right away to the sanctuary of if we should take a quick detour to visit some friends of mine who would love a nice blowjob before I handle you over..."

The blue furred tribal wolf relaxed and enjoyed the post-orgasm ministrations given by the jackal to his paws. The wolf used his left foot to tease the jackal's hard cock while his right one grinded against that golden painted and black face. The Anubian prince could feel a thread of hope as his mind gained a slight moment of lucidness. But this was also his opportunity to experience the life of slavery he has always been curious about. away from royal duties.

He was here to conquer all the lupine territories and to rule over the wolves. Or was his mission to ensure that jackals became good servants to every single wolf in the forest? It was so hard to remember. Being under those masculine feet and pleasuring that thick maleness felt so much better than whatever he was supposed to do.

The Anubian prince had to choose to strengthen his waning consciousness in his mind or to follow those mesmerizing purple eyes that enticed for his complete submission to the wolf kin.

After a few kisses to those black furred feet. The jackal used the last of his consciousness to take a good glance into those purple eyes. He could feel the wolf increasing his mental power on his weak and easy enslavable mind. The prince allowed the purple color to glow on his mind with a permanent effect. The Anubian prince submitted to the purple eyes of the wolf. Falling into the temptation of a life filled by slavery and servitude. He allowed the blue wolf to seal his fate as slave.

He allowed the blue wolf to seal the fate of all jackals along with his own.