3500 B.C. - 479 A.D.
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WARNING: THERE ARE A FEW THINGS THAT MIGHT BE FOUND OFFENSIVE TO CHRISTIANS!!! I don't want my story to seem offensive, and if it does then I am sorry. If you are going to complain and be rude about it then go away. This story is based off of my beliefs and how I feel about whatever I put in it. In this story I do mock the Bible (somewhat). Please don't take it personally. Also, I feel I must say that, though I speak badly of Satan, I do not mean it. May my Lord forgive me.
I also would like you to know that some of the historical points that I mention in this story are changed around a bit to better suit the story.
Now then, let the story commence.
My name is Tomes. Tomes Felinus I (The First), to be more precise. I hate it when people think that it means the letter "I" not the Roman numeral. I'm normally half a foot tall, one foot long, and have a one foot tail... as well as a five foot wingspan. My race is related to felines, therefore, I look similar to one. I'm the color of smoke (making it look like I was thrown in a pile of soot), and I can change size. This is the story of my life up till the current date: December 1, 1999.
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Date: 3500B.C. - 440A.D. Egypt/Israel
I had been born in a place called Egypt, in the year 3500 B.C., where my kind was first created. I also happened to be one of the first of my kind (I was second, my older sister being the first). The day before we all left to see the world my sister, the oldest, instructed us all to return in 4500 years (I don't know why she chose that long, but I wasn't going to question her). I spent most of my life wondering around a place the humans called Europe, Asia, and Russia (my kind called this land Ver'Til, or Great/Vast Land). Back then there were 25 of us. Roaming the world and going wherever our hearts took us. We were known to some humans and we seemed to get along. There were some places that feared and attacked us, but that was to be expected.
I spent a little time (when I was roughly 3526, give or take a few decades) looking for a man named Jesus. He was apparently known of by many (in and around some place called Israel), and was said to be able to do many amazing things as well as being the son of God (I didn't know who he was). Sadly, I was never able to meet or find this, supposedly, "great" man(1).
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Date: 440A.D. - 461A.D. The Vatican, Vatican City
From there I went to a place called The Vatican. I was roughly 3940 years old, give or take a few decades (I'm no good with math). Everyone there seemed very strange. They kept referring to this one man as "Your Holiness," or "His Holiness," or "The Pope." I never could figure out why. I just called him Leo(2). He was a somewhat short, portly man, with a rounded face, and was somewhere in his early 40's.(3) He was always wearing white linen robes and a funny looking hat (I really liked his hat). I had met him on the first day that I arrived at the Vatican.
It had been the year 440 (roughly 3 days after Leo had become 'Pope') and he had been running down a hallway chased by a man wielding a knife. I assumed the worst and began to sprint after the two. I grew to a good size (roughly the size of a large panther) and pounced on the knife wielding man. I was the only one of my kind within 100 miles of this place (and strangely the first one to have visited it), and, suffice to say, the man screamed and passed out. I shrunk back to my normal size (roughly the size of your average housecat) and sat on the villain's chest. The man (Leo) had turned around at hearing the man scream and had seen me returning to normal.
He then quickly rushed over to me (probably to make sure he wasn't imagining things), and I asked him, "Are you alright?"
He then said, "I am fine thanks to you-" he paused, placing his hands together in front of him and bowing his head "-Oh thank thee Heavenly Father(4) for delivering unto me a savoir in my time of need. Thank thee God that I be deemed worthy enough to be blessed so."
"God?... Who is he?... And who is this 'Heavenly Father' of which you speak ," I asked the man, cocking my head to the side.
"You mean to tell me that you do not remember The Heavenly Father, God, or his son Jesus Christ (there's that name again)-" he paused and I shook my head 'no' before he continued, "-Oh cursed be the powers of evil, for they have stolen your memories." He then proceeded to tell me how Satan(5) must be behind this evil doing. I didn't know who he was either, but I decided to remain silent.
'He must think I was sent to save him by someone named God, and that some other guy named Satan did something to me,' I thought to myself... 'I guess I'll go along with it. After all, it might be interesting to see how this goes.'
Suddenly from down the hall came the sound of footsteps, and seven(6) men in black robes with red sashes and a red thing on their heads (probably to hide the bald spots), came running up to the man I had just saved. One of them (he appeared to be the oldest maybe in his late 70's with almost no hair on the top of his head, and bright blue eyes that showed he had great wisdom, as well as making him appear younger) then asked, "Your Holiness, are you injured? Should we call for a healer(7)?"
To which he replied, "No no, I am fine thanks be to the Lord. For he hath bestowed upon me a protector. Who hath saved me from this villain-" at which they all turned to look at me and assaulted me with a barrage of thanks to me, and then to the man called God, before the man I saved continued, "-unfortunately Satan hath stolen his memories, and he no longer remembers that of God or his son Christ."
At hearing this they all gasped and another round of cursing Satan ensued. When that was finished man number one (I will refer to them as numbers until I know their names), the one who first spoke, said, "We must find a way to restore his memories, but how?"
They all tilted their heads and looked around in thought (hoping to be struck by inspiration I would assume), when number two, a man who looked younger than the others maybe 35 (due to his full head of brown hair, and deep blue eyes that reminded me of the sea), exclaimed, "What if he were to read the Bible! Surely it would help him to remember (I had not a clue what a Bible was, possibly a stone of some sort)."
"That is brilliant Cardinal Sepe(8)," praised number three, who was a rather tall, yet thin, man with white hair and brown eyes that showed great strength of will and determination. He looked to be in his 60's.
"Thank you, Cardinal Bertone(9)," Cardinal Sepe thanked Cardinal Bertone (number three).
"Let us go find a Bible-" says number five. He was a younger man of about 50, with black hair (starting to grey on the sides) and light brown eyes that had a hint of orange around the center. While they turned down the hallway he continues, "-if you would please come with us."
"I would gladly go with you, but first I must know something," I replied.
"What do you need to know," asked number four, as they all turned to look at me.
"I wish to know your names. I know you are Sepe-" I pointed at him with a paw, "-and you are Bertone-" I pointed at him, "-but who are the rest of you?"
"I am Pope Leo The First," answered the man I had saved.
"I am Cardinal Poletto(10)," said man number one.
"I am Cardinal Ruini(11)," responded man number four. He was of moderate height with brown eyes (that seemed to be common), brown hair, and seemed to be about 45.
"I am Cardinal Antonelli(12)," answered man number five.
"I am Cardinal Fregoso(13)," said man number six, who was a short man with brown eyes and white hair. He looked about 55.
"And I am Cardinal Scola(14)," answered man number seven. He was rather tall and looked roughly 40ish, with black hair and brown eyes.
"And may we know your name as well," asked Leo.
I looked up at him and answered, "My name is Tomes Felinus The First, but you may call me 'Tomes' for short. Now let us go and find this 'Bible' of which you speak." At that they all turned and headed down the hallway with me closely on their heels. As we walked I looked up at Sepe and asked, "Sepe, what is a 'Bible'... and what is it for?"
He looked down at me and replied, "The Bible is a book that contains the word of God. It also tells us of his son, Jesus Christ."
"Oh," I still didn't get it, so I asked, "What is a book?"
"A book is... Well it's kind of like..." he stopped talking for a few minutes before saying, "A book is a collection of words all bound together."
"Ok, now I understand, but I still have one question," I said to him.
"What might that be," he asked in way of response.
"The person called Jesus, where is he? I tried to find him once, but I couldn't." After all, if he was really as great as they say he was, then he should be around here somewhere.
"That's because he died long ago for the sins of humanity,"(15) he replied.
"Ok," I said (he apparently wasn't as great as everyone said he was), in a voice that really said, 'Damn it! When the fuck did he die!!... and how?' But I kept that to myself. Finally we reached a set of very large, and very ornate, solid oak doors. Poletto and Bertone then pushed open the doors and the group walked in, the doors being closed behind us.
I walked around the room for a few moments, taking the time to look about. The room was fairly large, lined with shelves and bookcases of a dark stained(16) wood. There were a few tables and chairs in the room made of finely polished wood. The walls (that I could see) were painted(17) white, with beautiful black and gold trim. Meanwhile everyone else seemed to be searching for something. Finally Fregoso exclaimed, "Ah-Ha. I found the Bible."
To which Antonelli said, "Good work Cardinal Fregoso. Where on Earth was it?"
"It was on the desk covered by papers," replied Fregoso.
"Now that we have found the Bible we can teach you of God and his son Jesus Christ. Hopefully that will be enough to help you remember," Ruini said to me. As they all sat down at one of the tables and placed the 'book' in front of Leo. I hoped up onto an empty chair between Sepe and Scola. I really didn't know what to expect. All I knew of books is that they were a bunch of words put together. I looked at the thing in front of Leo and saw a large square thing (it could have been a stone). It had a dark leather covering, and on the front of it, in big golden letters, it said "HOLY BIBLE". Around the edge of the front of it was a stunning gold, almost bronze, boarder. In between the front and back covers there was what seemed to be papyrus, but I could tell it wasn't by the way it smelled (ok, so it wasn't a stone, so sue me... please don't. I really don't want a lawsuit).
"First we will tell you of how God created the Earth in seven days,"(18) said Leo.
'I wonder if that's why there are seven... Cardinals??' I thought to myself.
"Second, we will tell you God's 'Ten Commandments,'"(19) Leo continued.
"Third, we will show you the 'Old Testament' and all the books it contains."(20) I was starting to get bored and losing focus.
"And finally, we will show you the 'New Testament' and teach you of Jesus Christ."(21) That aroused my interest. Finally, I may find out about the person that I had been looking for (and find out what made him so great).
So, for the next couple of months they taught me all about the Bible and it's meanings and philosophies. They taught me the Ten Commandments and read me both the Old and New Testament. They told me about the person that they called God, and that guy named Jesus (I found out what made him so great to!! apparently he could cure the sick, heal the injured, and fix the lame). I learned of what they thought would happen in the future, based on what the Bible said. I didn't really care what the Bible had to say about the future though (I was going to see the future myself). Sure, the Bible was interesting at first, but then it became dull and boring. I read it once, but that was it.(22) I even pointed out obvious flaws to Leo, and the people that were almost always with him, while I was reading it.(23)
There was one saying in it though that reminded me of a man I once met. It went, "He is a foolish man, who builds his house upon the sand" (or something like that). I had met that foolish man a little while before I had arrived at the Vatican, in a place my kind called Til'Shi, or Land of Sand. I think the humans called it Pakistan, but I can't seem to remember. He had built his house on a sand dune, and one day there was a powerful sandstorm. Needless to say, the sand dune moved and his house sank into the sand. Of course, that was maybe 50 years or ago.
I stayed at the Vatican for a while, meeting the people of the city, learning the history of the place, and having a good time living with Pope Leo. Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Pope Leo was found dead in his bed one morning (in 461), he had passed away in his sleep. That very day everyone in the city arrived at the Vatican to pay their respects, and to mourn the loss of Pope Leo. All the Cardinals spoke of him and said nice things about him.
Then they asked me to say something about him, and seeing as how Leo had been one of the only real friends I had for a long time, I did.(24) I said to the people before me, "My friends, today is a sad day indeed. However, we must solace in the fact that though he has left us, he will always be in our hearts. And we must also take solace in the fact that he has gone to heaven and has returned to God."(25)
Later that day I told the Cardinals I was leaving, and at hearing this Sepe exclaims, "Your leaving?!? Why!?!"
"I am needed elsewhere," I said simply (in truth, all I wanted to do was leave).
Poletto stepped forward, "Are you sure that there is nothing we can do, or say, to make you change your mind?"
"No. I would love to stay here with you all, but I cannot," and I turn to leave.
"Wait-" I stop and looked back "-will you ever return," it was Sepe, he looked slightly upset.
I stood there and thought for a moment before answering, "Yes. I shall return to this place on the dawn of the second millennia."(26)
They all nodded in agreement before Poletto responded, "The Vatican shall await your return, and will be ready for it."
I had forgotten the promise I had made to them... that is until a short while ago, but I will tell you of that later.
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Date: 461A.D. - 479A.D. Rome, Italy
I look down and see the buildings passing bye as I soar through the air, the people down below looking like ants, and the cows and larger animals looking no bigger than a dog or a cat. I'm flying Southeast toward a place I heard about. I think it was called the Colosseum... All I really know is that is in a place called Rome. It was apparently a place where they held some sort of 'games,' but I'm not sure what kind.(27)
I arrived at the colosseum the morning after I left the Vatican. Normally it would only take me a few hours, but I stopped on the way to rest for the night. The sight I saw before me was both stunning and amazing. It was a massive structure, at least 600 feet long, 500 feet wide, and 150 feet tall.(28) It had four noticeable floors, the lower two being mostly arches, and the upper two being for the most part like a normal wall. Inside of the outer wall it was filled with rows of benches, each row slightly lower than the one before it. In the very center was a large sand pit about 250 feet long and 150 feet wide.(29) As I landed on the top of the structure I noticed something... It was empty. Well I guess there can't be a game every day, now can there? I guess I could still look around. And that's exactly what I did. I started with the first floor below me... which turned out to be nothing but a wall around the top of it. So I went down to the next floor (floor three). I found some boxes with seats in them, and a window at the front to allow a person to see the arena (I assumed these boxes were for important people). From there I went down to the next floor (floor two). The only thing I found there were rows and rows of seats. And so I went to the next floor (floor 1). Once again, all I found were more seats. That left only one place to look at, the arena (the ground floor). I jumped down from the stands and into the arena. I could smell the blood in the air, feel the cool sand under my paws, and I could see the arched gateways at either end of the arena (as well as several smaller gates).
I headed for the gate closest to me (one of the smaller ones), and slipped between the iron bars. I walked down, what can only be described as, a tunnel, and as I walked I started to hear loud, deep, rumbling snores (obviously from something big). Eventually I reached the end of the tunnel, and stepped out into the light... and stopped dead in my tracks. For standing in front of me were two things. 1. A rather large male lion that looked rather angry and 2. Another rather large male lion, that looked more like he was happy to have some company, but still looked a little angry.
"Oh fuck," I muttered as my jaw dropped.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here," demanded the rather angry looking of the two.
I looked around jokingly before saying in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Oh you mean me?-" I gestured towards myself. "-my name is Tomes. And I'm just passing through and enjoying the sights." That seemed to piss the lion off even more.
The second, nicer looking lion, chuckled at my comment and said, "Well Tomes, the Sight Seer, I am Jerrak, and my overheated friend here is Tor."
"Well nice to meet you Jerrak... and I suppose you to Tor," I said to them both. Tor just snorted.
Jerrak just chuckled again and said, "Don't mind him. He's just mad because you woke him from his nap." Tor just snorted again and went to lay on some straw, followed by Jerrak doing the same on the other side of the small room. "Care to join me," asked Jerrak, patting the straw beside him, while laying on his side.
"I would be delighted," I respond, walking over and plopping down with my back towards him, in between his front and back legs.
"So what brings you to the colosseum," Jerrak asked me as Tor started snoring.
"I heard that there were some sort of games here, so I decide to see for myself," I responded while unconsciously flicking my tail back and forth over his sheath.
He tensed slightly at the feeling of my tail on his sheath, but said nothing about it. And said instead, "Me and Tor have never actually been in the games, but we know that we will soon."
"Sounds like fun," I reply, as I feel something rub against my backside. "Oh my," is all I can think to say as I see his glistening member rubbing along my back. It must have been at least eight inches long and an inch and a half wide (for those of you who don't know that means: 8"x1.5"). When I saw the barbs at the head of his shaft I thought, 'I wonder what those would feel like inside of me.'
Jerrak cranes his neck to look and me and sees me looking at his prick, rubbing against me. "Oh! I'm sorry for that. We don't have much fun, and your tail felt really good. I just couldn't help myself," he quickly apologized, blushing through his fur.
"There's no need to apologize. And if you want, I can help you with that," I hinted as I pressed my back against his shaft.
"Well I guess you could... But you are a little small, and I don't want to hurt you," he stumbled over what he was saying.
"I can fix that," I cooed, growing slightly in size until I was as big as your average German Sheppard.
"That's a pretty neat trick," Jerrak said to me, while moving his prick to press against my tail hole. I gave a slight smirk and gently pushed back on his shaft. He gave a light push and the head of his cock popped into my tail hole. Slowly, inch by pleasurable inch, he pushed his long shaft deeper into me. I gave out a light moan as I felt his rather large balls press against my own, and he hilted in me. A strange thought occurred to me then... Why hadn't I tried this before??? I didn't care. Jerrak slowly began to thrust in and out of me, quickly speeding up. I could feel him thrusting and pounding my ass repeatedly, but for some reason my mind seemed to stop working. I couldn't think straight, all I cared about was the pleasure I felt. After about five minutes Jerrak quickly slammed his prick into me as hard as he could, hilting me as I felt the barbs on his member flair out to lock us in place. Then I felt it, his hot, gooey seed filling me, and coating my insides. All I could do was moan.
We lay there panting for a few minutes before his dick becomes limp enough for him to pull it out. Then the sound of a bolt being pulled and a door swinging open could be heard. A man walked into the room and stood on the other side of a row of bars I hadn't noticed. "Where did this one come from," the man asked pointing to me.
Somebody stepped up beside him and responded, "I'm not sure. I've never seen it before."
"No matter," said the first man, waving a hand in dismissal, "I want him to be used in the games today."
"Of course sir," responded the man, and they both stepped out of the room.
"Neat. I'm gonna be in the games," I said cheerfully.
Jerrak chuckled again (he seemed to like doing that) and said, "Have fun. But whatever you do, do not let humans hear you talk, and don't let them see you change size. Ok?"
"Alright. I guess I can do that," I respond. Just as the second man walked in with a bunch of other guys in armor.
"We're here for the black one," he said to the men, who all nodded.
They opened a door set into the bars (that I once again failed to notice), and the men walked in. each of them had long polls with rope, for lack of a better word, loops, on the end of them (they resembled the things that dog catchers use). There were a total of six men (plus the one that opened the door), all of whom stood around me as I sat up. Two of the men put the ropes over my head and around my neck, doing something that caused the ropes to get tighter, but not tight enough to stop me from breathing. I reached up towards one of the things around my neck, and as I did so one of the other men placed another rope around my... wrist (the joint right above my paw), and tightened it. So I reached up with my free paw to get my other paw free, only to have it bound in a similar fashion. I was confused now, what was the point of all this??? Well I, being the complete idiot that I am, tried using my back paws to free my neck from those things, and they ended up like my fore paws. Now I was thoroughly confused, just what the fuck were they trying to do?!?!
The two men holding my neck gave a slight tug, so I stood up. They then began to walk out the door, so I followed them (I didn't really have much of a choice though). They led me down a long hallway and into a another hallway. At the end of the hall was a door like I had seen in the arena, so I assumed that this door must lead into the arena. I was lead up to the doors and behind me a large metal gate was being closed. The men holding the polls quickly removed them and bolted out the gate. I sat there for a few moments before I heard the doors creak open, and light shined in. I could hear loud cheers coming from the stands, the smell of sweat found its way to my nostrils, along with the smell of fresh blood. As I stepped out the doors I was temporally blinded by the light.
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-1 - I do not believe Jesus was a great man. In fact, I believe he was a worthless person.
-2 - Pope Leo I (The First), born in 400, became Pope in 440, died in 461.
-3 - Pope Leo does not look the way I described him.
-4 - I'm not sure if I should capitalize the name 'Heavenly Father' but I did because it was a title.
-5 - I do not believe Satan is evil.
-6 - I'm not sure if there are seven Cardinals or six, but seven is what I was told.
-7 - I don't know when the word doctor was used, so I'll call him a healer.
-8 - -14 - the characters are fictional but the names are not.
-15 - I'm not sure if those are the reasons Christ died, but that's what I'm saying.
-16--17 - I'm not sure if paint or wood stain was around back then, but I'm going to say it was.
-18 - I do not believe that God made the Earth.
-19 - I really don't give a damn about the Ten Commandments.
-20--21 - There are a few sayings in the Bible that I liked, but other than that I couldn't care less.
-22 - I have never actually read the Bible, just looked through some parts.
-23 - There are 101 places where the Bible contradicts itself (where parts don't match up)
-24 - The last good friend I had was a boy named Thesh, who ruled Lower Egypt about 3140 B.C.
-25 - I believe that what was said is a crock of bull, but I said it because of where I was and who they thought I was.
-26 - For those of you who don't know, that means the morning of January 1st of the year 2000.
-27 - In the year 405, Emperor Constantine I, forbade the gladiatorial games, but they continued nonetheless. The last gladiatorial fights occurred in 435. The colosseum was still used for animal hunts until 523.
-28 - The actual size of the colosseum is 157ft tall, 510ft wide, and 615ft long.
-29 - The actual size of the arena itself is 272ft long, and 157ft wide.