Shenpenuput crossed her legs, leaning closely against the table as she stared at the other two women in the room. She was the high priestess of the Egyptian God Amun, and therefore sat at the head of the table of their meeting room, an open-spaced stone carved expanse that spanned a huge part of the fortress itself. The room itself contained intricate color-filled carvings throughout the ceiling, walls, and flooring, as part of the Pharaoh’s preferred design. Shenpenuput, as part of her duty as high priestess, was crucial in the intricacies of the court, and took her role quite seriously. She used the powers of Menhit to her advantage, and was a well loved princess as well as priestess. She was in line for the throne after her father, Pharaoh Piye, conquered Egypt, and had been raised to take her role as Queen at a very young age.
Shenpenuput was a gorgeous woman, and loved to eat. This meant she was big and curvy, just as she liked it. She had love handles, a nice protruding belly, an expansive hips and a huge bouncy ass. Her face had always been described as heavily expressive, mostly due to her stunning brown eyes, complete with full lips and a full neat afro. Her people loved her, mostly because she wasn’t the type to shy from a party. She was wild and free, and people were typically drawn to her personality.
“Well, do they have any news?” She asked, peering at the woman that was standing at the door.
Her cousin Naparaye gave her one of her rare smiles as she stepped into the room with her usual grace. Napa was Shep’s distant cousin as well as a minor princess of the 25th Dynasty. She was far slimmer than Shep, and much more serious and studious. She spent most of her time on the battlefield, and only attended parties with Shep when Shep begged her to join.
Shep was her superior, but they never acted so. In fact, Napa was one of the only people who treated Shep like an equal, solely because they were raised together, and Shep had never demanded her to bow down to her. It made Napa respect her even more.
Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, and had the Pharaoh's blessing to command and control the army as they wished - though in most cases, it was completely unnecessary. “I have good news and bad news, Shep.”
“Oh?” Shenpenuput said, eager to hear something of interest for once. They had been in a political war for a year now, with rebels loyal to the previous Pharaoh rising up to question her father’s rule. Normally, rebels wouldn’t be a huge concern to her father’s army, but some nobles have been funding the cause, and the enemy’s armies have been slowly gathering in size. They needed to get rid of them - and as quickly as possible.
She had many scouts out at the moment, most closer to the kingdom, but a few were closer to the borders, most of whom Napa still had contact with.
Napa approached her, standing next to her with her hip cocked. She was wearing a dress fashioned in a style fit for battle. The leather contained minimal fabric, and was loose fitting in order to not inhibit her movements. In fact, Napa had designed this style herself, and had commanded most of her warriors to wear the same. “We have captured a mercenary on their way out of Egypt working for the rebel groups, specifically the noble Agathocles.”
Shep furrowed her brows, leaning on the table. “I’ve heard of him. He’s not a pleasant man.”
Napa shook her head. “No, but he’s a ruthless commander. He knows how to get his way.”
“And what news does the mercenary have?” Shep asked, her curiosity heightened.
“I think you should speak to him yourself.” Napa replied ominously.
Shep stood up at once. “Okay, bring me to him.” Shep had never been a serious person, preferring to make people laugh then to engage in arguments, but of late, she had found herself becoming more and more serious, solely because she felt like her kingdom needed her to be. She couldn’t quite tell if Napa preferred that or not.
The two women stepped out of the room, both silent as their minds were once again consumed by the thought of warfare. They walked through the intricate corridors and down several staircases, eventually ending in the dungeons, where the caves contained multiple prisoners of the kingdom. Napa led her to a separate area, where two guards were currently keeping watch in front of a small entrance. They inclined their heads and she gave them a quick smile before walking straight into the room.
A man was sitting in the corner, his ornate clothing torn to pieces as it draped on top of him. He looked like he had been a well groomed man until just recently, and Shep assumed her own warriors had done that to him. He had stubble on his jaw, brown eyes and soft brown skin. He looked extremely frightened as she stepped inside, followed closely behind by Napa.
“I am princess–” She began.
“I know who you are, princess,” he cut her off.
Napa had grabbed a spear from one of the guards on the way in, and now slammed it on the ground growling as she stared at the mercenary. “Do not interrupt the princess, or I remove one of your toes with each interruption. Do you understand?” She growled.
The mercenary cowered even more, and nodded.
“That’s not necessary, Napa. I can handle him on my own.” Shep said. Napa stepped back, though still glared at him. Shep almost smiled at her cousin’s protectiveness.
She bent down to look at the man face to face, and asked, “and who are you to the noble Agathocles?”
“I…” He gulped. “I can’t say.”
“And why not?” She asked, already knowing the answer.
“He’ll kill me! He’ll kill my wife and children!”
“And what makes you think we won’t do the same?” She said, her voice deeper than before. He eyed her up and down, probably judging her by her weight like her enemies always did. They thought of her as a weak frivolous person solely because she loved to eat and have fun, and could never imagine her ability to use her mind as well. “You think of me as less menacing than him, do you not?” She asked. He nodded.
She sighed, standing back up. “Well, I can’t say I didn’t warn you.” She closed her eyes, and began summoning the power of the Goddess Menhit. She was originally a Nubian war Goddess, with her name standing for “she who massacres”. When Shep was a baby, it was said that the Goddess had visited her at her bed, giving her a blessing that would bestow the kingdom with fortune. It had taken Shep quite a while to harness her power, and she had trained for many years with the original high priestess, learning how to communicate with the Goddess and feel her powers roaring inside of her. Eventually, she had been able to teach Napa how to summon her own abilities as well, and the past few years had been quite astounding, with the two women feeling themselves become more and more powerful every day.
Now, it was easy for her to close her eyes and feel the Goddess’s presence immediately. She didn’t know if it was because she prayed every day, or because of her years of practice, but it spoke to her just as easily as speaking out loud. She opened her eyes and let the energy seep through her, letting the mercenary feel the wrath of her power. She began growing, crowding the small cave as her body expanded and swelled. She eventually felt her head hitting the ceiling, and she looked down at the cowardly man, who had begun begging her to stop.
“Okay, okay! Please, don’t hurt me.” He continued. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” Satisfied, she shrunk back to her normal size, letting the Goddess’s powers fade away. She would have to save the rest of it for when she really needed it.
“Well? Get started then. What has the noble sent you to do?” She was getting impatient. This was definitely a huge waste of her time.
“I…” He gulped. “I’ve been sent to offer Sabas’ King a bargain if he’s willing to join the rebel cause.”
Shep couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. It was rare to shock her, but this was beyond what she had imagined. Agathocles was clever indeed. She turned to Napa, needing her opinion. “I had feared something like this… but I didn’t know they would go to Saba’.” No, Shep hadn’t imagined so either. Sabas’ king was a very proud man, and wasn’t the type to listen to anyone except for himself. Agathocles must’ve been offering something grand if he thought the King could possibly accept.
“What were you planning on offering?” She asked, trying to contain her wrath.
“Agathocles has a beautiful daughter, said to be one of the loveliest women to ever set foot in the Kingdom. He wants to marry her to the King’s first son, and the King has been known to be obsessed with beauty.” The mercenary revealed.
Shep turned at once, pulling Napa to the corner to speak to her. “This is bad.”
Napa nodded. “It is. The king has a great army, and his help might turn the tides against us.”
“We have to stop this before it happens.” Shep said. She walked back to the mercenary, bending down to look at him once more. “Where is he?”
“Wha–”
“You know what I’m asking. Where is the bastard hiding?” She sneered.
“One day’s ride East, working their way up the Nile. He had three hundred men with him.”
Shep stood up, pleased. This was exactly what she had needed. She turned to walk out the room saying, “just the two of us, Napa. No need to bother your soldiers.”
The mercenary burst out laughing. “Wait, the two of you are going to take on three hundred men? Are you joking?”
Shep turned to give him a wicked grin, “I think you should focus on your own health, young one.” She turned to the two guards. “Throw him in with the others.”
“Wait! Wait, I told you everything I know. Why aren’t you letting me go?!” He stood up, trying to chase her. The two guards blocked him with their spears.
“I never said I would let you go. I promised I wouldn’t kill you, though I can’t guarantee the other prisoners won’t. The food is pretty scarce down here.” She ignored his cries as she walked up the corridor, her body already humming from energy from the anticipation of another battle.
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Shep and Napa didn’t waste both from the excitement of battle and from fear their enemies would move before they arrived. They donned their battle armors, though Napa only had to pick out her preferred weapons, since she was almost always wearing her armor during the day. Shep took off her dress in front of Napa, and had the other woman help her put her matching leather top and skirt on. The skirt went right up to her knees, which is what Shep always preferred for ease of movement. She wore long battle boots with copper on the tips, and had cooper covering her shoulders and stomach. She had intricate carvings about her Kingdom’s success done on the cooper itself, and took great pride in how she looked in it, though both her and Napa were fully aware the armor would be coming off as soon as the battle commenced. Most of the time, they wore it for court reasons, knowing that their enemies judged them for how wealthy they appeared.
They stepped out into the courtyard, and Shep approached her horse, which her squires already prepared for her. She had a beautiful brown steed, which she picked out herself. She pet him now, whispering, “thank you for joining me again, Honor.” The horse neighed in response, and she walked to the back, taking her place in the chariot her father’s engineer designed. Napa climbed on next to her, and they gave each other confident nods before setting off.
It took less than a day for them to arrive at the enemies’ camp, mostly because Honor was one of the best horses Shep could find. They stopped closeby, with enough distance that the men wouldn’t notice them.
It seemed the mercenary was telling the truth, there were around three hundred men who had set up camp near the Nile, though with the current state of Egypt, they didn’t have the ability to take cover. Shep wondered how her scouts hadn’t discovered them yet, she would have to have a chat with them when she got back.
“So, how do you want to go about this?” Napa said, grinning like a huntress about to strike her prey.
Shep thought only for a second, “I think we should go our usual route.” They had trained for so long together the two women felt as if they barely needed to communicate anymore, though both still liked making sarcastic remarks from time to time.
They rode the chariot into the camp, both raising their chins to demonstrate their superiority. The camp itself contained men wearing traditional white skirts and sandals, with multiple areas containing chariots and spears on hand for battle. Chariots were only owned by those who had the money to afford it, and Shep knew at once the nobles were not here to play - they truly believed they would be able to defeat the new Pharaoh.
As soon as the men were aware of their presence, they ran to the weapon racks, grabbing as many as they possibly could. Some ran to grab their superiors, which Shep assumed would be Agathocles and a few other nobles. She stopped Honor in the dead center of the camp, and knew that without the power to harness Menhit’s will, she would’ve been situating herself as a lamb for slaughter.
She gazed at the crowd like they belonged to her, and soon a well-groomed man appeared, followed by a few others behind him. The man himself was slim, fit, and tall, probably in his 40’s. He had slicked back hair, a grin behind his beard, and a confidence that Shep wanted to slap out of him.
“Do I dare believe my eyes?” He said with a loathful self-confidence. “The princess, here to honor us with her presence?”
“Your eyes do not deceive you, Agathocles. I am Shepenuput, the high priestess of Amun and heir to the throne,” she replied with an air of superiority.
“And what is your strategy here, may I ask?” He looked around at the crowd of men, who were all now holding weapons. “Do you have a force hidden somewhere? Perhaps in the river?”
“It wouldn’t be very clever of me to reveal my plans to my enemies,” she retorted.
“Have you perchance come to beg me for mercy?” He grinned wickedly.
“I have not,” she said, gripping the front of the chariot tighter. “In fact, I have come to demand you to step down, and cease your actions against my father and my kingdom once and for all.”
Agathocles burst out laughing, and the group of men behind him followed suit. Napa growled, and Shep winked at her, telling her to step back with body language. “You’ve come as two women, thinking you could intimate an army of three hundred? What kind of ridiculous notion is that?”
“I care not whether you fear me, because you will soon enough,” she replied with a low voice, knowing only the leaders could hear her. “If you do not decide to yield to me within the next few minutes, we will unleash wrath on your people, and I will not give you a second chance. You cannot change your mind.”
Agathocles raised his hand, surprising Shep - was he really going to concede? She had thought of him as too proud to do so. Especially in front of his men. Instead, though, he wiggled his fingers and eyebrows, and continued to laugh at her. “I do not concede, you silly princess. In fact, I plan on defeating you right here.”
“Oh?” She smiled wickedly. “Are you challenging me to a one on one battle?” This was far more enjoyable than she had imagined, she could feel the energy radiate through her again. She knew Napa was feeling the same.
“I am. And when you beg me for mercy, I will tie you up and hold you for ransom. I wonder… hmm… if the king even cares for his own daughter…” She was already stepping down from the chariot, though distinctly didn’t take a weapon with her.
He seemed a little confused, but grabbed two spears himself and approached the space between them, where his men were now stepping back from. Napa followed behind her, stopping far enough back that she was still giving Shep the space she needed.
She could see the men ahead of her whispering about her, wondering why she didn’t send the far fitter woman behind her to fight for her instead. They underestimated her abilities because of her weight, because she looked like the type of woman who laid around all day and demanded her servant to serve her. Yes, this was partly true, but she was also blessed by Menhit, and had been the first to learn how to properly harness it.
The two of them were face to face, and Agathocles spoke up, asking what was clearly on his mind, “no weapons, princess?”
She smiled, a single side of her lip quirking upwards. “I have no need for weapons, though it seems like you need two yourself.” She nodded towards the two spears he was holding.
“It’s called dual-wielding, but I wouldn’t expect a woman like you to understand the intricacies of battle,” the group of men around him laughed.
“Let us begin.” Shep said, her powers desperate to be let loose. He expertly swirled his weapons around, still smiling at her like she was a piece of meat. As soon as he tried to thrust it into her, though, she jumped backwards with ease. Before he could react, she closed her eyes, and let Menhit travel through her. She opened a second later, and her body shook as she was finally let loose.
Shep began growing, getting larger and larger as she expanded. Her armor and clothes came off of her and fell to the ground, and still she continued to grow. She could see Agathocles looking at her in absolute horror as she grew and grew, so much so that they now looked like ants to her. Beside her, Napa had been unleashed as well, and was doing the same. She could hear screaming beneath her as the men began running, scattering in all directions.
She squinted, spotting exactly where Agathocles was as he stood frozen in shock. She took the time to pinch the back of his white uniform, lifting him up between her index finger and thumb as she placed him on her hand. He was so small his body slid down to the center of her palm. “Oh gods… oh gods…” He repeated, looking down at her palm as he shook.
“The Gods won’t help you now,” she said, her voice loud and booming.
He found the courage to look up at her, though his body still shook. “What do you want, princess? I’ll give you anything. Please…”
“Where did your attitude from before go, hmm?” She laughed, her breath so strong it pushed him backwards, making him fall back onto her palm.
“Please, just let me go. I won’t go against your father anymore. Please.” It was so pathetic watching such a conceited man beg for his mercy, she wanted to crush him immediately so he would stop.
“Remember when I warned you against changing your mind? It’s too late now, Agathocles. I will make sure none of your men are alive after today to tell the tale.” It was how she’d been able to keep her powers a secret, and maintain the advantage of surprise. She had also begun craving the satisfaction of proving the men wrong, of wiping the smirk off of their faces.
Beside her, Napa was also having the time of her life. She had been let loose, and was now completely naked as well, her tits and ass honed to perfection. Her muscles rippled as she stepped, crushing dozens of men with a single stomp of her foot. She laughed out loud, enjoying every second of it. “Run, run you little men!” Shep would never be able to get the image of Napa’s first growth out of her mind. Her cousin had destroyed trees beneath her, and had roared into the air, banging her chest as she whooped at her new found power. At times, she thought Napa enjoyed it even more than she did.
Napa reached down, grabbed a handful of men, tossed them in the air, and clapped her hands together. Shep could hear a loud ‘squelch’ as seven men were crushed between Napa’s fingers at once. Napa picked up a tent, used it to wipe her hands, and began stomping around again.
Agathocles had been watching as well, and Shep had never seen a man so scared in his entire life. She decided to give him some mercy, and end it once and for all. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt again, lifted him high above her mouth, and dropped him. She could hear his screaming as he fell, being pulled by gravity as he tumbled into her gullet, directly into her throat. She swallowed, her grin widening beyond her norm.
“Delicious,” she said to no one in particular. She had decided in the last few years to always come to a battle hungry - it was the best way to get rid of the men, after all.
She began following Napa’s footsteps, stomping on as many men as she could possibly find as they ran. She loved the sensation of their bodies between her toes, and she wiggled them as she stomped as hard as she could. She could feel the fabric of their clothing, their rough skins, and hear their screams as she snuffed them out.
She would lift her feet, and look down to see completely flattened men and dry desert flooring that had cracks from the sheer weight of her. She would brush off the men that were still stuck to her feet, then keep going. She wasn’t lying when she told Agathocles she would not leave any survivors.
When her and Napa got bored of the killing, they would play some games, one of which tested Napa’s ability to aim and throw. Shep would open her mouth up wide, squat dramatically down to as close to the ground as she could, and Napa would pick up a handful of men and throw them into Shep’s mouth. Napa was an excellent thrower, and would barely miss. At times, Shep would make fun of her by suddenly closing her mouth, or dodging to the left or right right when Napa threw someone at her. Napa would growl in frustration, which would cause Shep to laugh out loud. She would then stomp the man that had tumbled to the ground.
Shep had quite an insatiable hunger, and was pleased to know she would have a few hundred to devour. Then, she would request for some more dessert when she got home. She followed Napa, requesting her to hand over any more stragglers she could find. Napa tossed them at her, and she made sure to tease all of the noblemen before gobbling them up as well. She loved how most men tasted different as she swallowed, feeling them on her tongue right before they entered her throat. Most were salty, but they also contained different accents - hints of sandalwood, musk, and the sun. It was enjoyable every time.
For one particularly rude nobleman, she gently placed him on top of her breasts. He was still cursing at her when she pushed him deep between her cleavage, her gigantic tits even better at squishing than her feet were. She pushed her tits together, laughing as she felt him wiggle and squirm inside. She counted to two minutes, though could barely feel him moving at the minute mark. Napa had watched the whole thing, with a sly smirk on her face, “are you sure that’s a suitable punishment? I’m sure all men would love to die in between those giant tits.”
Shep chuckled as well, still pressing her giant tits together. “You’re just jealous yours aren’t big enough to suffocate them.”
Napa laughed, and pushed Shep with all her strength. Shep gasped and collapsed backwards, her huge ass breaking her fall as she landed. She wiggled them as she glared at Napa, releasing her hold on her tits. “Hey! Why’d you do that?”
Napa only winked and said, “look what you’re sitting on.”
Shep took her time getting up, though was delighted to find she had landed on five men who had been hiding behind her, thinking they were going to get out of this. They were completely squished under her giant ass, and she patted them off of her, still laughing. “That was absolutely amazing!”
Napa nodded, looking around. “Do you think we got all of them?”
Shep’s mood shifted back into ‘princess-mode’ and she began squinting, trying to see if she could spot any stragglers.
The two women spent the next hour combing the space, flipping up all of the tents and pushing the carts to make sure there were no men hiding anywhere. Napa walked slightly further in all directions, and had managed to find two men that were particularly fast sprinters. She had crushed them between her fingers, pushing them onto the floor to make sure they weren’t breathing. She came back to see Shep unleashing the horses, informing them they could now be free.
Shep had trained her own horse to always be able to find its way home, and now informed Honor to do so. “All done?” She asked, looking back at her cousin.
Napa nodded. “Let’s go home.”
The two women walked side by side, still enjoying the rest of Menhit’s power for the time being. They would shrink back to size when they got close to the Kingdom, but this was by far the fastest way to get home, and Shep still had dessert waiting for her that evening!
She couldn’t wait to tell her father they succeeded again. She would also have to pray to Menhit and Amun, to thank them for this beautiful blessing.
She linked her arm with her cousin’s, and began to hum her favorite song as the sun began to set behind them.