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Swayed by the Sizwe

By Draconicon

A sudden bump along the dirt road shook the rough wooden cart, and the monkey prisoner once more found himself in the waking world as he bumped his head against the sides of his makeshift traveling prison.

He groaned softly as he felt the heat of the sun beating down on his face, his fur soaked and matted down to his skin from sleeping through a good portion of the afternoon. Just by shifting his position, he could feel his hair and fur sliding against his skin, an almost slimy feeling that he was all too familiar with since his capture after the battle at the river. It was almost worse that they allowed him to keep his clothes, a rough wool shirt that his mother had made, and a leather skirt of sorts that covered him to his knees.

The cart rocked below him again, and the monkey slowly pulled himself to his feet to avoid cracking his head against the wooden boards and posts that made up the sides of his prison. Fingers curling along the lip of the card, he pulled himself upright, looking to see how far they'd come.

Elephant soldiers walked in a square around his cart, their trunks twitching as they turned to look at him. All four wore leather shirts, and their thighs were covered by several flaps of the same material. Muscles rippled down their arms, and their bellies stuck out past the thin rope that held the leather above their legs, but he knew from experience that the elephants' fat did not mean that they were out of shape; it was just a sign of how much they could carry, and how much weight they could shove against you when they were in a fight.

The spears that they carried, not to mention the bows that they had strapped to their backs, discouraged him from trying to escape. There was no cover anywhere nearby, or he would have been tempted to try something. Instead, it was only a flat plain, a few scrub bushes here and there, but otherwise nothing but sand and cracked earth, the sun having baked the moisture out of the land long ago.

The cart jerked again, and he nearly lost his footing despite his grip on the front of his prison. The monkey grumbled under his breath, tail twitching angrily behind him, and he turned his glare to the antelopes that tugged the cart forward. Neither one of the pair looked back at him, and he doubted that they even knew he was looking at them. Nevertheless, it felt somewhat better to vent his anger with a glare than hold it all in.

Even a prince of the Masozi needed to vent his emotions now and then.

Shaking his head, he looked past the antelopes, up the empty land. He had fallen asleep some time ago, but at that time he'd seen something on the horizon. A blur, some sort of village he'd thought at the time. Maybe there would be a chance to rest or escape there; the Sizwe were not liked everywhere, and perhaps he would have the luck to be brought somewhere that would hinder the elephants as he made his getaway.

What he saw as he looked ahead put those thoughts to rest nearly immediately.

The blur had grown into something massive and magnificent, a great palace of wood and ivory that loomed over the smaller buildings that stood near it. It must have been a good forty feet high, or very nearly; he had never seen something that grew so close to the height of the villages that were made in the trees back home, nor had he seen so much polished ivory decorating a structure in his life.

Then again, he supposed that the Sizwe had the advantage there. The elephants could harvest the ivory of their dead for decoration. This was probably cheaper than their war effort, for them.

The palatial structure loomed over the largest village that the monkey had ever seen, and through the gaps in the wooden stakes that surrounded it, he could see all sorts. There were the antelope slaves of the elephants roaming between the different tents and huts and structures, but also the boars, the gnu, and the hyena. He could even spot the glittering scales of the water lizards and the crocodiles of the great rivers, a sight that made his jaw drop in shock. The Sizwe had spread further and swallowed more of the tribes than he had thought.

One of his guards must have seen his gaping stare, and chuckled. Raising his trunk as he smirked, the guard said, "Your Kgosi is fighting a losing battle, Prince Thulani; the Sizwe will stand, and all will join us."

"My father will not fall to your greed." The monkey looked at the elephant defiantly; he would have looked down on him, but even with the height of the cart, the elephant stood at a height with him, preventing him from the advantage of even an inch of height. "The Masozi will stand long after you and your empire have fallen."

"We will see."

The elephants walked to the gate, where they were met with several hyena in similar garb to the soldiers. They lacked the Sizwe symbol on their chest, but they carried the same weapons, and wore the same armor. The stink of sweat rose from them, and Thulani wrinkled his nose as he was reminded of that odor; he had grown used to his own smell and that of his guards, but the scavengers were new, fresh, and his nose burned at the scent that they gave off from being in the sun all day. Did none of the Sizwe know of the advantage of shade, he wondered.

"A prisoner to be judged; Kgosi Sithembile sends this monkey to be judged by his son," the guard that had mocked him said to the hyenas.

"Prisoner?" They looked his way, one of them barking with laughter for a second. "This one? But so weak; even a fighter?"

Thulani gritted his teeth as another hyena laughed at the other's statement. He might have looked weak, but he was still a prince; they did not all walk around with the muscles of the elephants. Strength was not all there was to a warrior.

"He is a prince," the elephant guard said. "A poor warrior, but a warrior, and a good capture. Open the gate."

"Bahahaha!" The hyenas continued laughing, rubbing their eyes and hugging their bellies for almost a full minute before they calmed down, and even then, they only ceased their raucous laughter from the elephant slamming the butt of his spear down and glaring at them. "Right, right, gate, gate," they said, hurrying to do as they were told.

Turning his head to the slapped together wood that formed great slabs, Thulani watched as they were slowly pulled to the sides. They did not open in, or push out as he had seen 'doors' do in other settlements, but instead slid to the side. He realized, once he saw how thick they were, that they were too big to be pushed or pulled, and far too large to be broken down with any weapon that an army might bring along with them. Even the idea of chopping through it would be impossible; the thickness of the wood was greater than even the massive sword his father's bodyguard carried, and that was nearly four forearms long.

"Tell Prince hello, prisoner!" the hyenas shouted at him as the antelopes started walking the cart forward again, laughing all the while. They collapsed into balls of glee as the cart was tugged through the gate, and only stopped to shove the gates back together behind the guards.

He did his best to ignore them, even as his blood boiled at the thought of those...things...treating him so shabbily. If they were back in Masozi land, he would have liked to see them try something like that. For that matter, he would have loved to see them try it if he had the freedom to defend himself. They wouldn't have been laughing so long then.

Despite his anger, Thulani could not deny his fascination with the Sizwe city, and the further that the cart was tugged into it, the more that he found himself staring at what his enemies had accomplished.

In no other place had he seen so many of the tribes living together. There were trading posts here and there between the different tribes, set up on the borders of the territory of different tribes for barters between them, keeping the actual interactions between those that hated each other to a minimum, but that was just trade. Those people would see each other for maybe an hour at the longest before they departed again, heading for home.

Here, in this city, the Sizwe had gathered together the people from not just their own tribe, not just the antelopes that they had enslaved decades ago, but at least five other tribes within their walls. Thulani stared at them, his jaw wide open and his tail hanging down as he saw crocodiles speaking with gnu, and saw the boars casually trading with the hyenas, when the latter could stop laughing. There were some huts where he could see two different tribes, two creatures that were not at all like each other, touching and holding each other.

This made no sense; how did the empire of Sizwe manage to do something like this? The monkey could not understand it, not in the least.

His prison was tugged up a gradually ascending path, and he realized that they were taking him straight to the palace. Not to some form of prison, not to some execution block, but to the palace itself. It stood even taller, loomed higher over them as they approached it, and he shuddered at the thought of what he might see inside; the sight of ancient skulls and tusks hanging from the walls, of the blazingly white bones of old elephants, made him wonder if his bones would be decorating the wall as well before the day was out.

His only distraction was the smell of the city; there was no relief from the stench of sweat-soaked fur and scales, and it made him gag as it only got stronger the deeper into the city that they got. Back in the forest, at least there was consistent shade, and there were places for people to go to cool off. Even when there was a wave of heat, the Masozi still went to clean themselves, went to wash themselves in the river so that they might be relieved of the heat and not be a burden on their family when they started to stink.

Here, nobody seemed to have the same consideration. The odor of musk and sweat and working men that had been in the sun too long filled the air, and it made him grumble. He hated to have to breathe through his mouth, but soon he was reduced to that, simply for the chance to keep his mind clear and stop his body from groaning at the smell that invaded his nose every time he breathed through it.

The tents and huts turned into more solid wooden buildings the further into the city that they went, and the more developed that the structures got, the more decorated they were. Some were amazingly built, standing almost the height of three monkeys tall, and one or two reached more than five. He couldn't help but gape at them, wondering how the elephants had managed to make something like that.

Once more, the cart jerked to a stop, and once more, he was nearly knocked from his feet. Slamming his stomach against the front of the cart, Thulani fell back after, grunting as he tried to suck in the air that the impact had knocked out of his lungs. Hugging his stomach, the monkey glared up at the elephant that walked over to the cart, shaking his head as a large gray hand was offered to him. Brushing it out of the way, he pulled himself to his feet, and then hopped out of the cart.

The elephant guards stood on each side of him, forming a perfect square around his person. It was almost like an honor guard, but the illusion of that was spoiled as the tip of a spear pressed against the small of his back, just above his tail. "Walk, prisoner; the prince is waiting for you."

Sparing the guard a glare, the monkey started walking. His guards held the square around him, two in front and two behind. Neither pair of them seemed to be too worried about him running away, nor did they try to hold their weapons any harder than before, as if they thought he was too beaten to actually bother fighting back.

They were partially right, Thulani supposed; right now, he couldn't fight back. There was no way that he could get away, even if he did get a weapon. There were too many of the Sizwe warriors between here and the gate, and he didn't even know if he could climb over the gate. There was certainly no way that he would be able to open it.

No. Better to bide his time and wait; perhaps he could work out some sort of deal with the prince. There'd been rumors that Sithembile was handing over more authority to his son while he was out in the field, but Thulani had to admit that he didn't know anything about the prince beyond what he'd heard by rumor; that he enjoyed his position, that he was the sorcerer to his father's warrior (something that he found absurd), that he enjoyed the palace, and that he enjoyed his warriors.

The last one was something he was sure was only rumor, but he supposed he was about to find out.

The guards led him through the front doors of the palace, great wooden masses that rivaled the gates in terms of height if not width, smoothed and shined, even shining as though they were oiled. It was a look of richness Thulani recognized, having seen the same sheen to wood on the houses of richer families back home.

As they entered the palace, Thulani felt like he was hit with a full body slap as the heat increased twofold, his fur suddenly drenched with sweat again as it felt as though he'd stepped into a wet fire. Gasping for breath, he almost had to be carried by his guards across the floor. His bare feet scraped against wood that was at one point ragged, another point smooth, and another point ragged again, lit by the fires of torches, firepits, and strange metal stands that held bowls on the tops, burning oil and fragrances that made his head swim.

His eyes spun as he was carried through a great hall, and then past other elephants in another. They looked to be nearly bare, most wearing little more than loincloths, but Thulani dismissed that, believing that he must be hallucinating from the heat; even the Sizwe would not be so low as to dress so little in their palace, of all places, he thought to himself.

They dragged him along, Thulani panting from the heat and feeling as though what little air he got was more water than air, before suddenly dropping him to his knees. He sagged down, his face nearly hitting the floor before he caught himself, throwing an arm out so that he landed on his forearm instead. His nose throbbed in pain at the impact, and the discomfort was enough to wake him up, at least a little bit.

Slowly, being careful not to sway or wobble, the monkey prince lifted himself up to his feet, taking a slow look around to see where he had been taken.

The sight nearly took his breath away, and not in a good way.

He was in a massive hall, the ceiling two or three times higher above him than any ceiling in any room he had ever been in before. The walls were alight with fire and heat, and the air shimmered in ways that mere heat could not explain, and the center of the hall - where he'd been thrown - was covered in hides, offering a softer approach towards the end of the hall.

On each side of the room, many different males lined the walls. They were predominantly elephants, big and round - not as muscular as the guards, he noticed, but big enough to make him worry - but there representatives of the other species and tribes as well. The boars had four people scattered among the two dozen or so elephants, while the gnu had five; the crocodiles had a good six, the water lizards two, and the hyenas had a single member of their tribe in the hall.

What took his breath away, however, was not the gathering of the different species; he had seen that out in the city, and he had gotten - somewhat - used to the sight of so many different people together.

What surprised him was how they looked.

Not a one of them wore more than a loincloth, leaving their moist, shiny skin and fur completely on display. They looked completely comfortable in this state, not one of them fanning themselves, not one at all ashamed of their body nearly completely exposed.

Fully exposed, in some cases, Thulani realized as he saw one elephant without a loincloth at all, his genitals fully out and without the slightest shame. He averted his eyes, but only to see a crocodile in the same state. Face flaming in a way completely unrelated to the heat, the monkey looked down instead. There was only so much that he could take.

One of the elephant guards walked to stand beside him, thumping his spear against the wood nearby. "Prince Dumisani, Lord of the Sizwe in the absence of his father, Kgosi Sithembile, victor in the War of Dust against the Dikeledi people. I present a gift from your father; the prince of the Masozi."

The monkey slowly raised his eyes again, looking towards the raised seat at the far end of the hall. It was lit up better than the rest of the room, mostly due to there being four torches above the great wooden throne on top of the raised platform, and from the fires of another four of those standing fires around the throne, two at the side and two in front of it.

The elephant on the throne was absolutely massive. Even sitting, he came to a height that made Thulani shudder, and if he stood, the monkey had little doubt that the prince would dwarf many of the warriors that he had seen. His stomach was swollen in the way that elephants always were, and light strands of hair ran across his chest, held down against the skin by how slick and shiny he was from the heat. The prince wore nothing, and Thulani could not avoid seeing the massive shaft that hung between the elephant's legs, almost down to his knees, and long strand of clear juices dripping from it, the drop stretching away before snapping and falling to the floor.

The only clothing that the prince had was a piece of jewelry, a pendant around his neck. Despite his distaste for the way that the prince dressed and how the throne room was treated, Thulani had to admit that the pendant itself was a very beautiful piece of work. Polished wood formed the outside edge, and it hung from a leather thong around the elephant's neck. It seemed to have a diamond embedded in it, though at this distance he supposed it could be glass or something else. A small piece of ivory formed the middle layer between the wood and the shiny piece in the center, polished and white.

As Thulani thought of how he could approach the prince, the ruler of the Sizwe stood up. His belly rolled slightly, a slight bounce to it as he got to his feet, and his shaft swayed between his legs, slapping one thigh and then the other before falling still between the prince's legs. "So you are the son of Kgosi Nthanda..." Prince Dumisani said, his voice rumbling but not rocky the way that some elephants were. "You will be a good bargaining chip for my father; I have little doubt that your father will agree to many terms to get you back."

"My father will agree to nothing, not without assurance that I am well taken care of," Thulani said. An idea was forming in his head, but he needed a little time. "I am sure that you already know this, Prince Dumisani, that the prince of another tribe should be given comfort while held."

The prince chuckled softly, stepping down from the throne. Again, Thulani's eyes were drawn down to that swaying shaft, watching the wrinkled, veiny length swaying from side to side, seeing the continued dripping from the tip past the wrinkled skin that concealed the tip. It was so hard to look away from, so very...big...but the monkey was able to rip his eyes away it as Dumisani started to speak again.

"I know your father, and I know mine; Kgosi Sithembile said to do what I want to you, 'Prince' Thulani," Dumisani said with another soft chuckle. "But you will be very...very...comfortable."

"That's...all I'm asking." The monkey prince thought he had kept confusion off of his face, but he couldn't be sure; the elephant prince was being far too accommodating, he thought. What was going on here? Why was Dumisani being so...welcoming?

The prince looked over Thulani's shoulder, nodding at the guards. "Leave; your reward waits in your quarters," Dumisani said. The warriors thumped their chests, and hurried out of the throne room.

Their absence oddly did not make the monkey feel safer.

The heat and the smells filling the room were getting to him again, and Thulani clenched his hands into fists, digging his fingernails into his palm as hard as he could to try and keep himself focused. It didn't do much, but he was able to speak without yawning, without pause. "I thank you for the hospitality, Prince Dumisani. Where am I to be kept?" he asked, fighting the urge to blink his eyes to try and clear them.

"You will stay here, in the throne room." The elephant took another step forward, another sway of his shaft that Thulani couldn't avoid seeing. A small string of the prince's musky juices landed on his leg, but he barely felt it. "Right in front of my father's throne."

"That's nice, but I was kind of hoping for a room to myself, not to..." He paused, a yawn slipping past his lips before he could stop it. "Not to be in the throne room, night and day..."

"Oh, you will be much...much more comfortable in here, monkey." The elephant chuckled, slowly pulling his pendant off of his neck. The light caught on the center - a diamond, Thulani idly noticed, a true one - and he stared at it, unable to look away as the elephant dangled it in front of him.

A flick of the gray prince's finger started it swaying from side to side, and Thulani almost instinctively started to follow it, Dumisani's voice sliding in just under the shiny reflections from the diamond, filtered through heat, musk, and sleepiness. "Yes...you will be much more comfortable here...you are already so relaxed in my throne room...so very relaxed..."

"I'm...I'm just..." The monkey yawned softly. "I'm just tired..."

"Tired, and so very relaxed...the relaxed of the summer...where you're so comfortable...so relaxed...that you just float on the warmth..." The pendant swayed, back and forth, back and forth, and Thulani was reminded of the hammocks of home...the swaying, warm, relaxing hammocks... "Yes, you know the feeling...of being so relaxed...so warm and comfortable...it gets so hard to think...but you don't want to think...it would be uncomfortable to think now...so you'll just relax...relax...and be comfortable...

"You enjoy being comfortable...enjoy being relaxed...and you want to stay this way...but you don't know how, do you? You don't know how to stay relaxed...and you want to know how...you want help to be relaxed...want help to be comfortable..."

Thulani sighed as the warmth seemed to get stronger and stronger around him. His fur, his shirt, and his skirt all seemed so drenched with sweat, his body on the verge of passing out from how hot it was. It should have been terrible...but the more that Dumisani spoke, the less that the heat bothered him.

In fact, the heat was almost...almost good. Great, even, he realized after a second's thought. He slowly nodded his head to the prince's words. If he could be even more comfortable...be this way all the time...he wanted to know what the prince suggested.

"This heat...this musk...this smell...it all relaxes you more...relaxes you more and more...It all comes from here...all comes from the throne room..." the prince said, his voice a soft, soothing sound in Thulani's ears. The monkey nodded, his breathing getting slower but deeper. His nose picked up the scents, the smells; why did...why did they smell good now? Didn't they stink before? No, no, they couldn't have...they were so good...so relaxing...

"Just stay in the throne room...stay in the throne room...and you'll always have this smell...this heat..." the voice said. Thulani nodded, his tail and his arms sagging down, limp...so hard to move...so very hard to do anything but listen...listen and relax...listen and relax...

"If you want to relax...if you want to get warmer...more relaxed...you need to dress like us here..." the voice said, and Thulani slowly turned his head to the side. "You would be much more comfortable...so much warmer...more relaxed...out of your clothes. They're so soppy...so very wet...you need the warmth...and the wet clothes will keep the warmth away..."

Yes....yes the clothes...the clothes made it hard to be warm...The monkey shivered as his arms gained some strength again, slowly pulling...tugging his shirt away. It fell...dropped to the floor...and was forgotten.

"Yes, that's a good start...you feel so good...so very comfortable...so very relaxed...And you need more...you need to be more relaxed...you crave it." The voice almost shimmered as he heard it, like the heat waves in the air, and Thulani moaned softly as it helped him feel so good...feel so relaxed. "Yes, you need it...you know how to feel more comfortable...you know how to make yourself feel the heat..."

Yes...he knew how...fingers slid to his leather skirt...the straps were already loose, and came undone easily...leather fell to the carpet, the sound of it hitting it muffled, near nothing.

Thulani just barely realized he was naked, that he was even erect in front of the prince, but he was too relaxed to care. The heat surrounded him, coated him from head to toe. He could feel himself sweating, but the sweat was comforting, warming...it felt good...

"Yes, you're so relaxed...you feel so good...and as long as you stay here...you will still feel good...and if you listen to me...you will feel even better...more relaxed...more comfortable," the voice said. "Do you want to feel more comfortable? Do you want to listen to me?"

There was no hesitation for the monkey prince. His head slowly moved up and down, not out of worry, but because he was so comfortable, so very happy, that he couldn't move fast without being less comfortable.

The voice chuckled softly, and the pendant slowed in front of his eyes. "Yes...you want to obey...obeying makes you comfortable...makes you warm...makes you relaxed...you want to obey...obey my voice. Say it."

"Obey...want...obey...your voice...." Thulani managed to say, feeling it deep that it was true.

"Say it...say it again..."

"Want to...obey...your voice..." the monkey said, moaning again as he felt his body warm up more, his shaft twitching in excitement, in hardness. Despite it being hard, he was still so relaxed, and every time he did something the voice said, he felt even better.

"One more time...say it...what do you want to do?"

"I want....to obey...your voice..." He panted, trembling slightly. So much heat, so much wonderful good feeling...he wanted more...

The pendant was gone. He didn't know when it had disappeared, but the voice was still there. The voice was what mattered, and it was still there. "You are a good monkey...follow me...come to the throne," it said.

Thulani followed the voice, followed the great gray prince. His steps were slow, wobbly, but he didn't care. He was just conscious of the hardness before him, of the throbbing, but it only added to the heat in his body, that he was obeying the voice, doing what it wanted to do. All he wanted...all he needed...was the voice to obey.

Up...forward...up...forward...closer and closer to the throne they walked, and the monkey felt the twitches of a smile on his face. He stopped it; no, he just felt it fade. Nothing...nothing that the voice didn't tell him to do...he needed...relax...heat...

His thoughts muddled further and further, growing ever more confused. When they reached the throne, he bent easily to the hand on his head, turned to face out towards the court. A weight laid on his shoulder, but he didn't react. A soft smell wafted up to his nose, smelling of the potent musk that he craved, and he slumped back against the throne, between the legs that belonged to the voice.

A hand pressed on his head, and the voice whispered to him. "Touch yourself. Hold yourself...hold your hardness...and relax..." it said, and his hand obeyed its command, reaching out and grasping the hardness between his legs. He did not stroke, but he held, and he felt it throb beneath his grip, feeding him more warmth, feeding him more comfort.

The hand on his head rubbed him, and the monkey sighed in comfort. The touch there felt so good...but he needed more...the voice...there was something else he needed...

"That's it...you're being such a good...obedient monkey..." the voice said, sending a thrilling shiver through the monkey's body. "Now stroke...stroke yourself...give yourself the pleasure you crave..."

That's what he'd forgotten...that's what he needed. The pleasure of obedience and the pleasure in his body mixed into one as his hand started sliding up and down his shaft, and he panted as he pulled his hand up and down his member. His mouth fell open, unable to be held up as he was too relaxed, too comfortable to tense his face up. A soft, panting breath filled his ears, and it took him almost a minute to realize that it was his own.

The voice whispered to him again. "That's it...good monkey...a very obedient monkey..." it said, the hand on his head rubbing slightly. "Keep stroking...feel the pleasure and comfort fill your head...feel your thoughts go...the pleasure in your head....your thoughts in your hardness...your thoughts in your hardness...your comfort, your pleasure in your head..."

With every whisper, what few thoughts that the monkey had were disappearing, sliding away. It almost felt like his sac was bulging with things being shoved into it, and he gasped and moaned as his hand sped up along his shaft, stroking it harder, faster, feeling it throb beneath his grip.

"You're almost there...you want it so badly, don't you, my obedient little monkey...you want the comfort...you want the pleasure...and when you cum...you will have it..." The hand on his head rubbed him again, and he felt another drip drop of goo from the weight on his shoulder, from the voice's shaft, dripping onto his hands and his own shaft. "Let it out...let it all out..."

He obeyed.

With a moan that he could barely hear, Thulani came, and as he spilled his seed before the throne, he spilled his thoughts, his mind, and all the things that had been left in his head from the hypnosis. He emptied his balls, and he emptied himself upon the ground, each shot of seed from his shaft taking more and more from him and leaving less and less behind.

Finally, he slumped back against the throne, looking ahead blankly, his shaft still sticking up from between his legs, still throbbing hard. No thoughts filled his head; he swayed on the emptiness of a summer's heat...The monkey stared ahead at the other blankly staring members of the court, all of whom were staring back at him...

No. Not at him. At the voice. They stared at him, waiting for their commands, just as the monkey waited for his next command, whatever it might be. And as he stared out at them, the voice whispered, just below his ability to hear, but he felt the warmth of pleasure spreading as the mysterious words settled into his head...settling in for later...