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Chapter 36: Have Fun

Unlike Kilyan, when Keeno awoke, he was in a cage. He clapped a paw to the faint pain in his neck, found dried blood where several darts had entered him, and looked around. His cage was swinging from the ceiling of a dark, one-room hut. He was alone. Oh, god, where was Kilyan? He listened hard, but all he could hear were the distant voices of the wolves outside, close but not close enough for him to make out what was being said. The sound of children laughing, females talking, males grumbling. Someone cursed, he heard flapping, and he realized a scuffle was taking place outside. A second later, and Wynn was shoved through the curtain barring the doorway. Her paws were bound behind her back and she was twisting and cursing as the pygmies prodded her forward with their spears. She moved at an odd hopping walk, for her ankles were bound by rope as well, and as a result, her breasts were flapping. The pygmies prodding her in the back seemed to take great delight in this and urged her to hop further into the room. Two of them lowered other cages down from the ceiling as Inden was dragged in by the feet.

Keeno clutched his bars and scowled as he watched the teenagers' wrists and ankles cut loose. They were shoved into their cages, the doors were locked, then the pygmies stood back and pulled the ropes until the cages were hoisted midair. Laughing among themselves, they tied the rope ends to thick stakes in the ground, and with their work done, the pygmies took up their spears and left.

"Uncle Keeno?" Wynn said miserably. She sat huddled in her cage, massaging her aching wrists.

Keeno clutched his bars and managed to give his niece a half-smile. The moonlight from the smoke hole in the ceiling told him he'd been knocked out for hours. It had been evening when he and Kilyan were finally captured.

"Where's my dad?" Wynn asked, trying to keep the tremble from her voice.

"Where's Sylas?" Keeno scolded. "You told us you weren't alone, and we believed you, Wynn!"

Wynn looked guiltily at her lap.

"And now here we are in our cozy cages - damn it!" In a sudden fit of rage, Keeno struck the bars of his cage.

Wynn didn't look at her uncle. She knew why Keeno was so emotional. He'd been that way since Elele taunted him about Roriana. There seemed to be a great deal of anger welling up inside of Keeno the longer they were in the jungle. They could see it, Wynn and Inden; they could see the rage as it bubbled to the brim, ready to overflow.

"Um . . . sir?"

Wynn looked up. Inden was watching Keeno with an odd look. She followed Inden's gaze and her ears pricked forward: in his anger, Keeno had managed to smack his cage door open. The cords that had bound his door shut had snapped beneath the press of the furious blow, and the cage door was standing ajar.

Keeno had been sitting with his arms folded and his eyes closed, but he looked up, and the anger melted from his face. "Finally," he said in great relief, "someone is throwing me a rope here."

Wynn quickly grabbed the bars of her cage. "What do you mean?" But she already knew what her uncle meant: Keeno was going to try and escape.

It dawned on Inden too. "Sir! You couldn't leap to the floor, you'd break something!"

"Then it's a good thing I'm not leaping to the floor," Keeno said, pushing his body out the cage door. "Goin' out that smoke hole."

They watched tensely as he climbed on top of his cage. The rope it dangled from swung precariously, but Keeno kept balance. He took hold of the rope and, paw over paw, hoisted himself toward the smoke hole. When he reached the hole at last, he pulled himself up and out. They saw the silhouette of his head appear when he looked back down at them.

"I'm going to take a look around!" he called to Wynn. "I'll be back for you both!" And he was gone.

Wynn and Inden sat in the dark, in the silence, in the sting of Keeno's sudden absence: if he was caught, he was dead. Great. Something else to worry about.

But Wynn comforted herself that her uncle had always been able to take care of himself. It was her father she should worry about. And Inden. She glanced across the space between them and saw that Inden was sitting with his forehead pressed to his bars, his eyes downcast.

"When I shoved Elele on you," Wynn said into the silence, "I was trying to save her from a beating from Finivive. Her fatness wouldn't like it that Elele had let my father take her hostage so easily. I figured she'd be perfectly happy to run away with us. But I didn't think," went on Wynn, a little bitterly now as she sat forward, "that you would wind up fucking her. Or loving her?" She added the last part as if she was waiting for Inden to confess what was a very obvious truth.

Inden glanced up to find Wynn's eyes peering hard at him through the gloom, bright and fierce as flames. He suddenly scowled. "And what about you, Wynn? I could smell that - Eleu - on your body! And don't tell me that you don't have feelings for him! Shemales never stop loving once they start."

Wynn averted her eyes and sank back in the shadows. She was so annoyed that Inden had been with Elele that she had completely forgotten about Eleu. She sighed guiltily. She was always forgetting about Eleu.

Inden bit his lip. Wynn was right, of course: he loved Elele. He was surprised and a little ashamed of himself for his attraction to the pygmy princess. After all, Elele was nothing like Wynn. Wynn had a fire that blazed in her green gaze. When you looked at Wynn, you didn't just think, "My, she's pretty!" You looked at Wynn and thought, "God damn, I'd like to rim her." Wynn's every aspect brought sex to mind from the way she moved to the honey in her voice to the touch of her paw as she passed you in the street. The swing of her tail. The rhythmic move of her hips. Wynn wasn't just pretty. Wynn was hot.

Elele was almost the exact opposite, and this confused Inden, who was aroused whenever in the little female's presence. Elele had a prettiness that wasn't sexy but innocent, like a flower unfurling in the palest rays of the dawn. There was a softness about her soul and nothing wild at all. Her light brown fur smelled not steamy or oppressive like most of the pygmies but caressing and gentle. The elegant scent that wafted from between her legs was gentle too, shyly coaxing one to kiss and touch.

Elele's shyness aroused in Inden a predatory instinct: he wanted to make Elele his own. He wanted to pin her down in some private place and leave his heat, his scent, and his touch on her body. He wanted to do such things to her that he had never dreamed of doing to Wynn. It startled and astounded him that he could feel such a way about a female. But Elele was so shy and gentle. That's what really drew him to her. She was shy and gentle and small, and how her hazel eyes had sparkled in the moonlight!

Sitting in his cage and thinking of Elele and what he could do to draw her attention, Inden's ears went back in shame when he realized Wynn was watching him. He averted his gaze. Wynn was jealous. Of course she was: Inden had shown a boldness when around Elele that he had never shown with Wynn. That very boldness was what Wynn had been trying to force out of Inden all these years and now - just like that! - he was giving this uncharacteristic fire to Elele. And she hadn't done so much as bat her lashes at him!

Wynn couldn't believe it. And sitting in the swinging cage opposite Inden, she leaned back against the bone bars with her arms folded and seethed. "She's not on our side, you know," she said across the space between them. Her green gaze was fixed scathingly on Inden.

Inden looked up, and seeing her glowering at him, he looked away again. "Then I guess neither are you," he returned just as bitterly, for he'd seen the way she had looked in Eleu's direction, and there was no doubt in his mind now: Wynn cared about the pygmy prince. He drew a paw back through his mane. God, he didn't feel like Wynn's shit tonight.

"It's true!" Wynn said earnestly. She gripped the bars and gazed at Inden with large, pleading eyes. "Inden, you don't understand, you don't understand anything! She's a pygmy, and you have no idea what that means --!"

Inden scowled. "So she's a pygmy! So what? That's no reason to try and make me like her any less or - or turn me against her when all she's tried to do is help! If you wanted me, Wynn, then you should have took your chance! Don't come crawling to me now when you already ripped my heart out!"

Wynn shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Inden, will you open your eyes! In case you haven't noticed, we are in deep shit here! My mother is a slave and some bloodthirsty pygmy is on the throne in her place, and all you can think about is Miss Look-how-cute-I-am's titties --"

"I -!" sputtered Inden angrily, then lowered his voice as if he was afraid the guards outside might hear. "I am not thinking about her - breasts --"

Wynn smirked at him and sat back again. She regarded Inden a moment, then started plaiting her long black curls into two tails either side of her face. It was, of course, the way Elele wore her mane. Inden's face darkened when Wynn put on a vacuous expression and said in a high-pitched voice that was supposed to be Elele's,

"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Big-strong-winged-prince! Liddle ol' me dropped my spear and stubbed my toe! Could you pretty please carry it for me!"

So saying, Wynn drew her foot up and placed it behind her neck, a position which revealed the dark pink crevice between her legs and peeled it open, releasing the wet scent to Inden's nose. She pretended not to notice that her leg was behind her head and instead batted her lashes prettily at Inden. Inden held back a smile as he averted his eyes. He had to admit it: Wynn was smack on the mark when it came to imitating Elele.

"Alright, alright," relented Inden, pressing his forehead to the bars. He stared at the floor as he said, "So she's oblivious of her own --"

"Pussy?" offered Wynn, lowering her leg. She watched Inden with wise eyes as she loosened her mane of the braids.

Inden rolled his eyes up to her with a half-smile. "I was going to say charm. And, yes, I'll admit it: most females know what they have."

"Don't get me wrong," said Wynn gently, "Elele may really like you, Inden. But she only took an interest in you because she knew you and I --" Wynn halted and bit her lip.

Inden looked up heavily. "She knew we were in love." He frowned. "But why is that any reason to go after me? Why must she always best you, Wynn?"

Wynn smiled. "It's been like that since we were children. Elele always resented me and what she called my 'shemale wildness.' I was supposed to love her brother and only her brother, after all. We were destined to be married, to let any pygmy tell it. So anytime my eyes wandered to another cute pup . . ."

"Elele got angry and tried to take that pup from you." Inden glared bitterly at the floor. "So when she came onto me up on the cliffs, it wasn't because I was - beautiful . . ." He blushed to admit Elele had said such things to him.

"Oh, no, Inden," Wynn assured him, "I'm sure your good looks only spurred her on."

Inden managed a half-smile, but Wynn's grim revelation had, of course, done nothing to lift his spirits. It was something he already knew but had been struggling to reconcile himself to all along. He slumped against the bars of his cage, his back to Wynn, and bowed his head. His wings enfolded him like a shield as the truth washed over him. For the first time in his life, a female had seemed to really want him, to really admire him for himself, and he had been so smitten, so ready once again to give his heart! He suddenly didn't care. So Elele had not wanted him for himself at first? So what? What mattered was that she wanted him now.

"She said she loved me," Inden whispered to the darkness, as if to convince himself that it had been real, what they'd felt.

Wynn watched Inden's back sadly. "A pygmy's word is worth a pig's spit, Inden. Learn that quick."

"For someone who hates the pygmies so much, you seemed more than taken with Eleu," Inden returned. He didn't have to turn around to know Wynn was squirming uncomfortably in her cage. He shook his head. "But that's not what I meant, Wynn. She didn't say it - the words never left her lips. It was the way she looked at me, clung to me, kissed me. There was love in all that. I could tell because . . . that's the way we were."

Inden glanced over his shoulder, and Wynn's heart leapt a beat when she saw the love shinning still in his eyes. She suddenly hated it, their love, because it twisted in her chest like a knife. She couldn't stand to see him miserable because of her.

"Inden . . . if Elele really loves you and makes you happy - I mean, if she is really what you want --"

Inden looked at Wynn in amazement: she was struggling to give her blessing. He felt more love for her in that moment than ever to see her trying so bravely to let him go. He smiled at her to let her know he understood, and embarrassed by her own stammering, Wynn fell into a relieved silence.

_Where the hell are you, Sylas?_Wynn thought as she and Inden fell into another long silence. She had whispered his name just as he'd told her to, but so far . . . not a word from him. He hadn't entered her dreams, he hadn't come walking like a ghost to her side, he hadn't . . . come at all.

"What about Sylas?" Inden muttered after some time. It was almost as if he'd read Wynn's mind, and startled, she looked quickly at him.

"I mean . . ." Inden clutched the bars in his fist and looked over his shoulder at Wynn, "he said he'd come for you, right? If he goes back on his word --"

"I doubt you'd be able to lay a paw on him if you wanted to," said Wynn with a hollow laugh. She shook her head. "No, Inden, Sylas wouldn't go back on his word. Something is wrong."

Inden peered at Wynn anxiously. She smiled for his benefit, but the matter at hand weighed upon them again, and they each looked thoughtfully around the dark room. The torches standing either side the door were ablaze, and the fingers of fire that reached from them waved gently as they shot to the ceiling.

"I wonder what happened to Elora," Wynn said miserably after some time. "I mean . . . did you see the way my mother was? I'm starting to think --" Wynn's voice broke off and she swallowed.

Elora was the six-year-old sister Wynn should have happily greeted upon her return to the jungle, but instead, she had been greeted by spears and the hearty rape of two pygmies in the bush. Nothing had gone the way it was supposed to. The very thought of her mother shuffling around in chains with a bloody lip made the blood rush like fire in Wynn's veins and the tears threaten to rise. Eleu had lied to protect Wynn from the dismal truth: Avi wasn't dead. But Avi was less than alive. Avi with nothing but stumps on her back. Avi walking with a dead expression behind the chubby pygmy queen. The very sight broke something in Wynn, shattered it like glass. She tried to keep a brave face, but Inden, as ever, saw right through her.

"Hey," Inden said, watching Wynn's misery in concern. "Wynn, I'm gonna get you outta here. I promise."

When Wynn only stared at her legs and shook her head, Inden shifted in his cage. Wynn looked up to find him offering the tip of his wing through the bars. Puzzled, she reached out and took the offered wing. Inden winced when a fistful of his feathers ripped loose from the strength of those fingers, but he shook his head when Wynn relaxed her grip and told her to pull. Wynn didn't want to hurt Inden anymore, but she did as he asked, and when his cage was pulled close to hers, she realized what his aim was. She hurled on Inden's wing until the bars of their cages were clanking softly against each other. Inden grabbed the bars of her cage at once, and reaching through, he pulled her close by the back of her neck and gave her a trembling kiss on the lips that startled her.

"I swear," he whispered, his lips brushing hers. "I swear I won't let anything happen to you!"

Wynn shook her head. "Inden, don't make promises you can't keep!"

Inden only smiled at her. "I've kept the promise this long," he said, and startling Wynn a second time, he kissed her slowly and deeply, his tongue filling her mouth with a hungry rush that slightly aroused her. Wynn melted: he had never kissed her this way! She moaned as his tongue moved in a loving caress against hers, and she was kissing him back when a noise below made them break apart.

Elele was standing far below, pretty spear in paw, her mouth open as she gazed up at them. Inden was so badly startled that he let Wynn go, and their cages went flying apart, spinning wildly on their ropes. The spinning stopped abruptly when Elele rushed forward and grabbed the ropes, yanking them taunt again. Wynn cried out as her cage snapped to a painful halt. Elele was so small that Wynn sometimes forgot she carried the strength of one much older. In fact, Elele was so small she could have been a pup as she gazed up at Inden in concern.

Inden was still dizzy from the wild rolling of his cage, but he cleared his mind with a shake of his mane and looked down at Elele apologetically. Wynn snorted. Unbelievable! It was like Elele already fancied Inden her own!

Elele flashed a glare at Wynn but seemed to decide upon ignoring her. She addressed Inden when she hissed under her breath, "Where is the tan one!" Her voice was panicked and alarmed, and her ears stood flat against her pale mane, as if she was frightened of being heard by the guards.

Regarding Elele's cold indifference to her, Wynn smirked. She felt a little satisfied that she was able to make Elele jealous: even if the little twit didn't know what she had, she knew enough about her own looks to be jealous of Wynn.

"Keeno climbed out through the smoke hole," Inden whispered down to her.

Elele's eyes hooded. "Oh, god. He's going to get caught, and Mother is going to try and eat him, and I'll have to go save his tail." She shook her head wearily as she lowered Inden's cage, passing the rope carefully paw over paw.

"Wait a minute - what's going on?" Wynn demanded when Elele opened Inden's cage door. For Elele didn't seem to have any intention of letting Wynn down at all.

Inden climbed out with some difficulty, then straightened up and shook his wings.

"Inden is my slave," Elele said, giving Wynn a smug little smile. "Mother gave him to me. You belong to my brother until I can figure out how to get you all out of this."

"We've been in worse, believe me," said Inden, gazing down at Elele dotingly. "But - I can't just leave Wynn to be taken by your brother -!"

"My brother will not hurt her," Elele gently assured him. "The most he will do is have sex with Wynn. I'm confident she can handle that." She gave Wynn a nasty look that Wynn instantly returned.

Inden looked between them in amazement: he never in all his years dreamed he'd have two females fighting over him! He felt Elele press her paw against his chest and smiled: she had risen up on tip-toe to do it. She was such a little thing! It aroused him, her fragile body, and when he had lowered himself to his knees as she silently ordered, it was with blushing cheeks that his dick suddenly stood upright.

Smiling at her willing slave, Elele tied the rope from Inden's cage around his throat, then led him on all fours to the curtain.

"Be good to Inden," Wynn called from above. "Or I'll rip off your tits and feed them to you!"

A chill ran through Inden's fur to hear Wynn's threat, and for some reason, pre-cum dripped like thick milk from his cock. He swallowed hard and glanced back at Wynn as he was crawling after Elele out the door. He was happily surprised when she blew him a kiss and mouthed the words, "Have fun."