Harem Tragedy (part 9)
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Late Winter, IC 690
The next day
Emperor Molt wanted Diabo to ride the dragon down the main thoroughfare of Sadera in order to indisputably emphasise his power and authority. Unfortunately, even well laid out Roman streets aren't really wide enough to allow for that. It could just about fit, as long as no one minded having to replace all of the abraded bricks on the front of their houses and businesses afterwards. But if it came to any sort of corner it wouldn't be able to turn, it couldn't spread its wings and no one could actually watch it due to it taking up all of the space. So instead of doing that, the dragon will land once we reach the forum, and Diabo will mount it and continue on to the Senate building from there.
For now the prince, a small group of Praetorians sent by his father to 'protect' him, and his actual bodyguards are riding on horseback to the cheers of the lower orders who inhabit this part of the city.
Mostly cheers.
Tuka smiles at Master Graccus. "Was that your daughter?"
He gives her a decidedly disgruntled look, but after a moment appears to realise that she's not joking. "No."
She just looks confused. "Then why did she call you 'daddy'?"
He pointedly turns his face towards the front of the procession and doesn't reply.
"And what happened to her subucula?" No one answers, so she turns to Cato and Lelei. "Do you know?"
Cato is suddenly overcome by a coughing fit, earning him a sidelong glance from Lelei. Then Lelei notices that Tuka is looking expectantly at her.
"…"
Now, I know that she's spent at least some time in the city of Rondel, which as a part of the Saderan Empire must share at least some culture with it. I never got the impression that she came from a background of wealth, but then again I've never studied Rondel in particular. I… Doubt she'd have spent a great deal of time around-.
"She's a prostitute."
Tuka's eyes widen, and-. Huh?
"Did you disinherit her?"
Master Graccus jerks his head around, confusion warring with irritation. "What? No."
"Then why is your daughter a prostitute and why are you saying that she's not your daughter?"
"She isn't my-!"
"If I might interject?" Master Graccus bites his tongue. "It is the custom for prostitutes to address older clients or potential clients as 'daddy'. I am not sure where the custom originates. I find it distasteful, but I suppose that it's best that they make it clear that they're selling a service."
"Oh." Tuka thinks that over for a moment, her ears gradually reddening. "That sounds dirty."
Eithne stops scowling long enough to look confused. "All of them?"
"Yes. They go where the customers are, and crowds and parades have many potential customers."
"Human men pay human women to fuck them?"
"Yes? You told me that your former owner engaged in intercourse with you on several occasions."
"Yeah, but he bought me to do farm labour. If I'd bought him I'd have fucked him." She's looking increasingly mystified. "I thought the whole reason why Sadera invaded the Warrior Bunny lands was because they wanted us to stop raiding them for men. And now they're paying for what we did for free?"
"But they do so from a position of social dominance, and that's the main thing."
Diabo rolls his eyes. "I wonder if the Triumphs of Gaius Julius Caesar were like this in truth? Him looking stately at the head of the column, while behind him his centurions discussed the local prostitutes."
"Probably. We can talk about the uses of black powder in warfare if you like, but we've been doing little else for two years now and I think everyone would like a break from the stuff."
Tuka's eyes widen. "All of them were prostitutes?!"
Diabo's shoulders slump, but he keeps waving. "Yes. I looked it up once, and a majority of young female slaves end up as whores. Older women generally end up as domestics, and the men as labourers. And they know that my men will be receiving their pay and bonuses once this parade is over, and the men haven't had the opportunity to see a woman without rabbit ears for two months."
Because it turns out that knocking holes in a city's walls and then inviting emissaries from their neighbours to come and have a look does a remarkable amount of damage to their resolve but most certainly does not endear you to them.
"And we're not good enough?"
"I doubt you were enough for the entire army and navy."
"Wait." Diabo looks mildly pained. "Are we going to have a rash of pregnancies amongst the auxiliary?"
Eithne seems untroubled. "Probably? That's how you tell it was a successful campaign."
"Then we'll have to-." Diabo looks concerned. "Are you pregnant?"
"Eh?" She frowns. "No. I'm saving myself for you."
Several pairs of eyes turn themselves towards him. Including those of Master Graccus.
"You ar-? Why?"
"I'm the chief, which means that I can't go around fucking just anyone. Until you deliver those males you promised-"
"They're being transported to your village as we speak. I gave the order the moment we returned to Sadera."
"-then I'm suppose to limit myself to fucking important humans. And… Tyuule accepted Zorzal's offer because she knew that Imperials give their concubine's people better treatment."
"Oh."
"Not that you're deformed or anything. And I'm used to fucking humans, so honestly I'd probably prefer it."
"What..?" Cato affects an expression of scholarly enquiry. "What are the differences?"
"My father was a human, so I haven't really had much to do with them. Our males are physically small and they're usually closeted to keep them safe from other tribes. They're supposed to be a prize, because our rulers have to-. Used to have to have two Bunnies as parents. But I think it's just because they're rare. Having a Bunny father didn't help any of the chiefs when the Saderan Empire invaded, and it certainly didn't make Tyuule any wiser. All of my Warrior Bunnies came to me because I could survive, but they'll feel better if I act how they think a chief should act."
"Ah." Cato raises his busy eyebrows. "But you would prefer our illustrious patron."
She looks him over. Slowly.
"Please-"
"Yes."
"-stop. I-."
The crossbow bolt slams into her stomach and knocks her off her horse!
The next day
Emperor Molt wanted Diabo to ride the dragon down the main thoroughfare of Sadera in order to indisputably emphasise his power and authority. Unfortunately, even well laid out Roman streets aren't really wide enough to allow for that. It could just about fit, as long as no one minded having to replace all of the abraded bricks on the front of their houses and businesses afterwards. But if it came to any sort of corner it wouldn't be able to turn, it couldn't spread its wings and no one could actually watch it due to it taking up all of the space. So instead of doing that, the dragon will land once we reach the forum, and Diabo will mount it and continue on to the Senate building from there.
For now the prince, a small group of Praetorians sent by his father to 'protect' him, and his actual bodyguards are riding on horseback to the cheers of the lower orders who inhabit this part of the city.
Mostly cheers.
Tuka smiles at Master Graccus. "Was that your daughter?"
He gives her a decidedly disgruntled look, but after a moment appears to realise that she's not joking. "No."
She just looks confused. "Then why did she call you 'daddy'?"
He pointedly turns his face towards the front of the procession and doesn't reply.
"And what happened to her subucula?" No one answers, so she turns to Cato and Lelei. "Do you know?"
Cato is suddenly overcome by a coughing fit, earning him a sidelong glance from Lelei. Then Lelei notices that Tuka is looking expectantly at her.
"…"
Now, I know that she's spent at least some time in the city of Rondel, which as a part of the Saderan Empire must share at least some culture with it. I never got the impression that she came from a background of wealth, but then again I've never studied Rondel in particular. I… Doubt she'd have spent a great deal of time around-.
"She's a prostitute."
Tuka's eyes widen, and-. Huh?
"Did you disinherit her?"
Master Graccus jerks his head around, confusion warring with irritation. "What? No."
"Then why is your daughter a prostitute and why are you saying that she's not your daughter?"
"She isn't my-!"
"If I might interject?" Master Graccus bites his tongue. "It is the custom for prostitutes to address older clients or potential clients as 'daddy'. I am not sure where the custom originates. I find it distasteful, but I suppose that it's best that they make it clear that they're selling a service."
"Oh." Tuka thinks that over for a moment, her ears gradually reddening. "That sounds dirty."
Eithne stops scowling long enough to look confused. "All of them?"
"Yes. They go where the customers are, and crowds and parades have many potential customers."
"Human men pay human women to fuck them?"
"Yes? You told me that your former owner engaged in intercourse with you on several occasions."
"Yeah, but he bought me to do farm labour. If I'd bought him I'd have fucked him." She's looking increasingly mystified. "I thought the whole reason why Sadera invaded the Warrior Bunny lands was because they wanted us to stop raiding them for men. And now they're paying for what we did for free?"
"But they do so from a position of social dominance, and that's the main thing."
Diabo rolls his eyes. "I wonder if the Triumphs of Gaius Julius Caesar were like this in truth? Him looking stately at the head of the column, while behind him his centurions discussed the local prostitutes."
"Probably. We can talk about the uses of black powder in warfare if you like, but we've been doing little else for two years now and I think everyone would like a break from the stuff."
Tuka's eyes widen. "All of them were prostitutes?!"
Diabo's shoulders slump, but he keeps waving. "Yes. I looked it up once, and a majority of young female slaves end up as whores. Older women generally end up as domestics, and the men as labourers. And they know that my men will be receiving their pay and bonuses once this parade is over, and the men haven't had the opportunity to see a woman without rabbit ears for two months."
Because it turns out that knocking holes in a city's walls and then inviting emissaries from their neighbours to come and have a look does a remarkable amount of damage to their resolve but most certainly does not endear you to them.
"And we're not good enough?"
"I doubt you were enough for the entire army and navy."
"Wait." Diabo looks mildly pained. "Are we going to have a rash of pregnancies amongst the auxiliary?"
Eithne seems untroubled. "Probably? That's how you tell it was a successful campaign."
"Then we'll have to-." Diabo looks concerned. "Are you pregnant?"
"Eh?" She frowns. "No. I'm saving myself for you."
Several pairs of eyes turn themselves towards him. Including those of Master Graccus.
"You ar-? Why?"
"I'm the chief, which means that I can't go around fucking just anyone. Until you deliver those males you promised-"
"They're being transported to your village as we speak. I gave the order the moment we returned to Sadera."
"-then I'm suppose to limit myself to fucking important humans. And… Tyuule accepted Zorzal's offer because she knew that Imperials give their concubine's people better treatment."
"Oh."
"Not that you're deformed or anything. And I'm used to fucking humans, so honestly I'd probably prefer it."
"What..?" Cato affects an expression of scholarly enquiry. "What are the differences?"
"My father was a human, so I haven't really had much to do with them. Our males are physically small and they're usually closeted to keep them safe from other tribes. They're supposed to be a prize, because our rulers have to-. Used to have to have two Bunnies as parents. But I think it's just because they're rare. Having a Bunny father didn't help any of the chiefs when the Saderan Empire invaded, and it certainly didn't make Tyuule any wiser. All of my Warrior Bunnies came to me because I could survive, but they'll feel better if I act how they think a chief should act."
"Ah." Cato raises his busy eyebrows. "But you would prefer our illustrious patron."
She looks him over. Slowly.
"Please-"
"Yes."
"-stop. I-."
The crossbow bolt slams into her stomach and knocks her off her horse!
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