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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

You Made Me Believe

Chapter 5

Alarm pulsing through him, Yatokya bolted upright and stared at Rayen, unable to digest the fact that she was lying beside him, slender and beautiful in the pale sunlight, long lashes angled down, bare breasts gently rising and falling. The reason for the veil the night before was suddenly crystal clear. Looking at Rayen as she slowly came awake, it dawned on Yatokya that she and Tala had switched places: the winter wolves had left the day before the wedding, and Tala would be long gone with them. He seethed.

Rayen slowly sat up, and after pushing the gray tresses from her eyes, she fluttered her lashes and smiled unapologetically at Yatokya. "Was it good for you, lover?"

Yatokya sneered. "You and Tala are in deep shit, do you know this?"

Rayen's face creased with anger. "Tala can go to hell." She started to get up and screamed softly when Yatokya grabbed her arm. He jerked her close, ignoring the indignant glint in her pretty brown eyes.

"Why have you done this?" he growled, shaking her slightly. "You made me believe you were Tala! I almost said - such things to you! Private things!"

Rayen sneered and snatched her arm free. "Why do you think? I have no desire to be bartered off like chattel to the winter wolves!" Her lashes fluttered again as her eyes darted up and down him, studying him in the sunlight. She looked away and lifted her chin with a haughty jerk. Yatokya watched angrily as she began grooming herself.

"Yesterday was the best day of my life," Rayen went on, a little sulkily. "I was wed to a handsome male from a powerful village . . . Daddy paid attention to me, he danced with me and kissed me . . . Mother didn't yell at me . . . Moema actually hugged me. . . . and when I slept with you last night . . . you looked in my eyes . . . and you loved me."

Yatokya swallowed hard, regarding her solemnly as he clutched the sheets over his groin. His muscular chest and broad shoulders were swept in the dust motes that drifted in the beams of gentle sunlight reaching through the window. The handsome prince sat stiff and angry and suddenly didn't care about her troubles or her desperate need to get daddy's attention. He just wanted to know why Tala had done this to him! God, he was a fool for thinking she had finally come to love him!

"For the first time in my life," sulked Rayen, "I knew what it was like to be Tala." She hugged the sheets to her breasts and bowed her head.

"Why did Tala agree to this switch? Tell me that!" Yatokya demanded.

Rayen gave him a withering look. "Looks in abundance, brains in small quantities," she mocked.

Yatokya's eyes narrowed.

"Why do you think?" Rayen went on with an incredulous laugh. "She's in love with damn Yanaba and can not have her." She smirked. "Last night you said some . . . revealing things. So the precious crown princess molested your dear sister . . . and then what happened? Yanaba did not tell me such a thing had happened to her. And she tells me everything. She's in love with me."

Yatokya's eyebrows went up. "Bullshit," he said at once. "Yanaba doesn't like females."

Rayen laughed. "I beg to differ. It was an easy enough thing, leading her on when we were children. She doted on me." She lifted her chin proudly. "And as soon as I realized how desperately Tala was drooling for her, I milked the situation for everything it was worth. Of course, I never took Yanaba as a lover . . . I don't even like females."

Yatokya swallowed angrily. Somehow, he got the feeling Rayen wasn't lying to him. Why should she lie about such a thing? Especially when it would be an easy thing to have her stoned for carrying on with a female. Summer wolves abhorred same sex love, even the non-physical kind. The fact that Yanaba was in love with Rayen was enough to put both their lives in danger. Yatokya glowered as he thought of it.

"You fool," he said. "You're playing with fire! You could have gotten my sister killed - you and that idiot Tala! If any of this gets out, it could break the alliance, insight a war - and for what? All because Chief Keme didn't pay attention to you?"

Rayen scowled, but her eyes were sulky. She jerked her chin, determined not to be cowed by the lecture. "I don't care what happens. The world can burn."

"Yes," sneered Yatokya. "The world can burn simply because you are unhappy! I should ring your scrawny neck!"

Rayen's eyes widened. "How dare you! I'll . . . I'll --"

"What?" Yatokya snapped. "Tell your father? Not that he'll be too happy when he finds out what you and Tala have done."

Rayen hugged herself and shrugged her shoulders up, as if to hide. "Why can't you just . . . love me and be on my side? We can put all the blame on Tala. I'll say she ran away, that I took her place to cover for her because I was frightened . . ."

"No," Yatokya said at once, finality ringing in his voice. He frowned. "How could you do this to Tala? To my sister? You play games with their hearts, weave lies . . ." He gazed off as it dawned on him. "Now I understand why Yanaba was so eager to come here, why she was always so eager. She was in love with you." He glared at Rayen. "And you were leading her on - and all to hurt Tala?"

"As if you had never hurt Tala!" Rayen snapped. She lifted her head to glare back at Yatokya and her fangs flashed. "You did nothing but taunt and humiliate her when we were growing up! You pulled her mane and made her cry! And why? Because you wanted her to love you! Some things have become clear to you this day? Well, they have become clear to me!" Eyes glittering with tears, she peered at him as she hugged the sheets to her breasts, and her gaze was bright with anger.

Yatokya was astonished by her tears. "Rayen . . . you . . . you did this . . .?" He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Because I love you!" Rayen growled - so vehemently, she might as well have screamed that she hated him. She followed up the angry declaration with a pillow to his face.

Yatokya shielded his face with his arm. "Stop it - stop it, Rayen!" After suffering a sudden barrage of slaps, he managed to snatch the pillow away and looked at her. The sheet had fallen from her breasts and they were jiggling and erect. Her ears glinted with diamond studs in the morning light as tears streamed down her face. She was beautiful. . . . god, he hated her.

"What would it take for to you notice me?" Rayen sobbed angrily. "But you only have eyes for the shebeast, for the monster!"

Yatokya's chest heaved. "Shut up about Tala!"

Rayen scoffed, tears glittering in her eyes. "As if you didn't call her the Thing!"

"Only I," snarled Yatokya and shoved the pillow over Rayen's breasts to cover them, "may call her the Thing! Now get your clothes on! We have to see your father --"

"No! Can't we just go on like . . .?"

"Like Tala isn't about to fuck her damn cousin over in the winter village?" Yatokya snapped. "No." He got up from the bed and was shocked when Rayen lunged across the sheets and grabbed his tail. He looked at her in amazement. "Stop this absurdity now, Rayen!"

Rayen dropped her face in her arms, holding his tail tight. "Can't you just love me, Yato?"

"No, I can not," Yatokya said and firmly pried his tail free. "Take it with some dignity. And get dressed." He crossed the room to the wicker closet, where his things had been left for him the day before. As Rayen sat sniffling on the bed behind him, he fastened on his necklace and the feathered talismans he always wore on his upper arms.

"Y-You're going to leave me?" Rayen whispered.

"Yes," he answered quietly.

"To . . . to find her?"

"Yes."

"I'm coming with you."

"I suppose you must - assuming the winter wolves will still want you after this deception. Thanks to you, they are likely very angry with your father. They will probably blame him."

Rayen sniffed miserably and said nothing.

"Get dressed, I said," Yatokya snapped without turning.

Still sniffling with tears, Rayen dragged herself up from the bed. She came to the wicker closet, and as if she was loath to do so, she pulled out some of Tala's old clothes and put them on: a simple bandeau top and a flowing skirt, both a tame tan in color. She had wanted more festive colors but she put the yellow ensemble back when Yatokya glared at her: this was no time to celebrate.

Pulling her long mane over her shoulder, Rayen turned her back to Yatokya and allowed him to fasten the back of her bandeau wrap for her. She closed her eyes, shivering and crying. "I love you, Yatokya," she whispered and bit her lip.

Behind her, Yatokya frowned. "No. Don't say that."

"I do," she insisted miserably.

"No, you don't."

"Do not tell me how I feel!"

"You do not love me, Rayen."

She spun around. "Why!"

"Because," Yatokya answered calmly, "if you loved me, you would not have harmed Tala and Yanaba for the world."

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Yanaba stood crying, watching the roaring argument that took place in the throne room of the summer chief's hut. It had finally hit her like a sack of bricks: Rayen was in love with Yatokya! Rayen had been using her all along, lying to her, while in reality, she cared only for Yatokya! As she hovered in the shadows with the roaring and arguing ripping through the room, Yanaba's heart shrank into nothing and crumbled.

Yanaba trembled all over and cried, but no one even noticed her. Chief Keme and Chieftess Iniwa were yelling at Rayen, who knelt before the throne chairs with her head down. The council members of the summer and of the sun were also there, shaking their heads in anger and disapproval while Yanaba's father looked on, quietly and calmly, from a chair that had been placed beside the summer chief's throne.

Yanaba smiled through her tears at her father, who was sitting with one elbow on the armrest, his fingers near his lips. It was rare that Honiahaka even raised his voice, and even now, he was calm and collected, while beside him, Chief Keme scolded his daughter, bickered with his wife, and exchanged harsh words with a member from the council of the sun. Chieftess Iniwa cautioned him to calm down, but Chief Keme was furious: one of the sun wolves had insulted Tala, blaming her for the backlash that was likely to come from the winter wolves later. Yanaba scoffed quietly. She knew better: that damned bitch Rayen was to blame!

"Hey . . . you alright?"

Yanaba glanced over her shoulder to see Yatokya coming toward her. Once everyone started in on Rayen, he had retreated upstairs with a nod of permission from their father. Now he was coming down the stairs toward her, frowning and concerned.

"I thought you'd be in bed by now," Yatokya said, coming to a stop beside his twin. "They've been yelling and arguing for hours . . ." He touched Yanaba's shoulder and studied her face. "Yan . . . you're crying . . ."

Yanaba turned her face away and sniffed. Her curly mane tumbled forward to hide her expression. "I thought she loved me, Yato." She scowled. "I thought . . ." She sighed miserably. "I don't know what I thought. Perhaps that I'd talk Mom into letting her come to the sun village, marry me, be my mate . . ."

"Except a female couldn't rule at your side," Yatokya said sympathetically. "I mean, she could. But other tribes wouldn't acknowledge it, you know that. And you'd at least have to find someone to produce heirs with . . ."

"Not that it matters," sulked Yanaba. "Rayen never cared about me." She glowered at Rayen's back. "My brother, I have been a fool."

Yatokya's chest heaved. "You and me both. I was so focused on Tala, I couldn't see that Rayen was deceiving you." He squeezed her shoulder. "I failed to protect you, Yan. I'm sorry."

Yanaba shook her head and smiled when he wiped away her tear. "Don't be stupid, Yato. You can't protect me from everything."

"I can sure as hell try. Come on. Let's get you to bed."

Yanaba nodded. They went to the guest hall together, and she smiled when Yatokya put his arm around her and hugged her close.

Yanaba suddenly didn't want to enter her room in the guest hall. It was there, after all, that she was kissed and fondled as she slept. She could only assume with a burning heart that it had been Rayen - Rayen tying the noose tighter around her neck; Rayen further manipulating her, further pulling her heartstrings! She remembered awaking with her pussy pulsing and swollen, her nipples hard, her top crooked and rumpled - as if someone had pulled it down. She was breathless and tingling all over . . . . and the scariest thing of all? She wanted more! She put her paw between her legs and knew someone had licked her, and she wanted that tongue there again. That Rayen -- the liar and manipulator -- had done it to her was . . . horrifying.

"What is it?" Yatokya said when Yanaba halted outside the curtain.

Yanaba shivered. "I can't go in there! Let's go to your room."

Yatokya frowned, but she knew he would not bother questioning her. He could sense that she would explain things one way or another. He always sensed it.

Yatokya led her to his old guestroom with his arm wrapped around her, and they sat on the bed together. Yanaba dropped her head on his shoulder and cried for a long time. He held her and rubbed her arm and kissed her and wiped away her tears.

"What will happen now?" Yanaba wondered miserably.

"I will go to the winter village and get my damn wife," Yatokya said at once. "I was promised Tala, not Rayen! We will also deliver Rayen to Prince Sahale . . . and to appease the fury of the winter wolves, Chief Keme is probably going to have to promise them another daughter, perhaps some of the harvest here, and also cattle. They are going to be furious . . . winter wolves don't like being deceived."

Yanaba scowled. "And now the entire summer village will suffer, miss a few meals, lose precious cattle, and all because Rayen was trying to make you love her! That selfish cow."

Yatokya laughed softly. "So you figured that part out, did you?"

"Yes," was the dark reply.

"What else did you . . . figure out?" he asked tentatively - so tentatively that Yanaba looked at him quickly.

"There's more to figure out?"

Yatokya avoided her eye. "No, no. Forget I said anything."

"Yato!"

"Let it be, Yan. It makes no difference now."

"If it makes no difference, you can tell me!"

Yatokya stubbornly avoided her eye, so she did what she always did: she pinched him.

"Ah! Yan! Stop this - stop this now! We are not - ow! - pups - ah!"

"Tell me!"

"Ouch! Cut it out!"

"Tell me, I said!"

"I'll tell Dad you did this! Owwowow! Alright, alright!"

Triumphant, Yanaba stopped pinching and watched as her sullen brother rubbed his sore side. "You were saying?"

Yatokya glared at her. "Tala is in love with you. That's why Rayen led you on . . . to hurt Tala."

There was a long pause as they sat side by side on the bed.

Yatokya leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs in grim thought.

Yanaba wiped her tears with a cloth from the bedside table. She was fully aware of her brother's feelings for Tala. She had been aware for years. But that Tala was in love with her . . . she had never suspected! And had she suspected, she doubted it would have changed how she felt. She still remembered Tala's pink cock suddenly popping out as they wrestled when pups . . . and it still horrified her. She did not like cock. She liked pussy. Soft, warm, wet pussy . . . And had Tala approached her with these feelings, she would have gently turned her away. But now . . . now she understood that it was Tala who had kissed and touched her so hungrily that night! The realization made her shiver all over, and she suddenly didn't care that Tala had a penis.

Blinking her thoughts away, Yanaba realized her brother was watching her miserably. It was as if he knew what she was thinking . . . he knew what Tala had done to her!

"You're going to go after her now," Yatokya said, staring at the floor.

Yanaba shook her head. "No, Yato . . ."

Yatokya snorted. "You can't lie to me. I know you like I know Tala's ass."

Yanaba laughed sadly. "I mean it. I won't. I know how you feel about her."

"Tch. But she doesn't feel the same, you know that. You, though . . . she's crazy about you."

Before Yanaba could answer, Rayen burst through the curtain. It was clear she hadn't expected Yanaba to be there. She halted, miserable and tearstained, regarding the twins in surprise. Yanaba couldn't believe it when she shamelessly lifted her chin.

"I wish to speak with my husband," Rayen said haughtily to Yanaba.

The princess of the sun stiffened. "Then walk your ass to the winter village," she snarled, "because no husband of yours is in here!"

Rayen's eyes flashed.

"Score one -- Yanaba!" laughed Yatokya.

The twins high-fived.

"Ugh!" Rayen cried, and though her paws balled into fists, more tears suddenly streamed from her eyes. She looked at Yatokya, her face pained. "I wanted to talk to you - please, Yato - do you understand how I am hurting?"

"I understand," he answered sourly, "I just don't care."

Rayen's eyes flickered hurt.

"And what about how I am hurting?" Yanaba shrilled and shot to her feet. Sudden tears made her pale, icy-blue eyes shine. She waved a disgusted paw at Rayen's scowl. "All you care about is yourself! You don't even care how you hurt me! You stepped on my heart and tossed it aside like it was nothing, putting the lives of your very villagers at risk! And when you were soundly reprimanded for it, you ran to my brother like a spoilt child, expecting him to forget everything you had done and comfort you!"

Rayen's nostrils flared angrily. "Well, listen to you," she said with a mocking laugh. "This is exactly why females like you are stoned! Female to female love is a joke! All same sex 'love' is a joke! Why do you think tail chasers are not permitted to marry? Because the council does not wish for the scum to pass on their defective genes. Same sex love is an insanity, much like the feelings you think you had for me." She shook her head. "They weren't real feelings, Yan. Maybe some day you'll meet a male and know what real love is. But knowing your village and its customs, you are likely to return home and marry a female, and the sickness will never end." She sneered. "I pity you."

Yanaba stood rigid before Rayen, her lip trembling. She suddenly took a step forward and slapped her. The sound cut through the room with such piercing ferocity, Yatokya flinched where he was sitting on the bed. In the wake of that sharp slap, everyone was still. Yanaba stared at Rayen in disbelief as fresh tears trailed from her eyes, and Rayen stood with her down, her body stiff with rage. Blood dripped from her face in parallel lines: Yanaba's long nails had grazed.

"It was real," Yanaba whispered, "every loving word, every time you held me in your arms and said . . . said you cared. Perhaps your feelings were a deception, but mine were strong enough that you . . . . you made me believe."

"I made you do nothing," Rayen whispered scathingly.

Yanaba's mouth fell open and she laughed miserably in disbelief. "And still, you take no responsibility for your actions! Get out."

Rayen sneered at her and did not move. "I am here to see my husband . . ."

Yanaba's eyes squinted up with tears as she screamed, "GET OUT!"

This time, Rayen obeyed. She sneered at them, and with blood trailing on the air behind her, she swept from the room with a flick of her tail.

Yanaba stood trembling in the silence that followed.

"Yan . . ." Yatokya whispered behind her.

Yanaba felt her brother take her paw. As if her knees had given out, she backed to the bed and flopped beside him. Her head fell against him, and she couldn't help but smile when he dropped his cheek on her mane and whispered, "You still got me, Yaba."

Yanaba smiled. He hadn't called her that . . . since they were five.