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The Last Shemale Queen

_A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste _

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Chapter 36

Tala screamed as the blue wall of water made impact, slapping her like a ton of bricks to the face. She flew backward into the corridor - and was caught midair by a male's strong arms. She pushed her mane back to find it was Yatokya who had caught her. He looked at her in astonishment, then looked in astonishment of the wall of water: it was curling back. They watched as it rolled backwards through the broken glass again, almost as if someone had reversed time. Aayan was standing in the midst of the retreating water, paw outstretched, as he silently sent it back to join its mother sea. After the water had retreated, the broken glass leapt back together, fragmented puzzle pieces neatly niching.

Everything was back to normal except for one tiny crack in the glass wall. The crack leapt with water, spurting it across the stone floor in a dark pool. Aayan placed his paw over it, and when light seeped from his fingers, Tala knew he had sealed it. Looking sad and sagging, he went back to the desk and flopped on it, his back to the corridor.

Tala saw others beginning to crowd the corridor, ears pricked forward to discern what the noise was.

Tala looked at her husband. "I'll be right back."

Yatokya nodded. A happy flutter went through her when he kissed her warmly on the mouth. He set her on her feet, and she saw him turn to the others, cautioning them that everything was alright.

"Is his highness safe?" Pati demanded, coming up.

Tala hardly noticed the others. She was looking at Aayan. Ears back sadly, she went to him, and after hesitating, she sat on the desk at his side and rubbed his back.

"How'd you do that?" Tala whispered after a while. "The crystals . . . you shouldn't have any magic."

My magic was severed from the crystals before I was even born. My curse isolates me in more ways than one, Tala.

"Now for the deeper question: how'd you do that?"

Aayan laughed sadly into her mind. It's like healing magic, Tala. When something is torn, magic can knit the pieces back together. If a piece is missing, one must be powerful enough to conjure it. Some years ago, our uncle Keeno had his leg torn by a mountain lion . . Flesh was missing in ragged bits from his leg . . . to put the pieces back, the foxes would have to draw from other creatures with similar genetic make up . . .

"Someone would have had to sacrifice their flesh . . ." Tala said, horrified.

Yes. Keeno was not willing to borrow someone's flesh to rebuild his leg. Under any circumstances. So . . . he kept his limp. I was able to rebuild the glass because all the pieces had not crumbled to nothing . . . except one piece, that I conjured from the mirror over there.

Tala glanced over and noticed a mirror with a small crack in it. "Aayan . . . your emotions broke the glass."

Yes.

"You can still get to your child. I will tell you where it is."

Is it safe? he asked anxiously. Tala saw him swallow hard.

"Very safe."

Ten minutes later, when she was certain Aayan was well, Tala emerged in the hall again. Everyone had gone except Yatokya, who sat on a wooden bench against the stone wall, looking at the fish that swam beyond the glass opposite him. He smiled faintly when Tala came to him and sat at his side. He put his arm around her, and they sat in happy silence for a time. Tala rested her head on his shoulder, loving the feel of his hard, warm body against hers.

"So . . . Aayan . . . is he alright?" Yatokya said after some time.

"He's alright."

"Good."

"Where were you last night?"

"Where were you?"

Tala frowned. "I asked you first. Don't deflect."

Yatokya smiled. "You're so good at tearing down my defensive tactics . . ."

"And don't butter me up."

"Yes, ma'am."

Tala reluctantly smiled. "Now tell me. Then I will tell you where I was . . ."

"But I know where you were," Yatokya said with a snort. "To answer your question . . . or rather," he laughed, "your command . . . I was with Sa. One of my bodyguards. I . . . became close to him during our search for you."

"Do you love him?"

"He loves me. I wanted Maka to be a part of our escort when we go on these travels of ours - assuming you haven't got it in your head to divorce me now - and I wound up asking Sa instead. Pati doesn't want Maka to go . . . they're the other part of my escort," he added when Tala frowned in confusion.

"Why turn to this Sa?"

"Because he's everything. He is skilled, he is experienced, he is devoted to his duties, and he will make a fine leader over any other warriors we hire for our escort."

"Skilled in what way?" Tala said darkly.

Yatokya sighed. "Oh, _Tala._I wasn't even going to ask him. I'm still asking myself how it happened. We wound up . . . arguing. I wanted to know the truth about how he felt. He finally told me . . . and I made love to him. . . ."

"Why?"

"Because I know he's going to shut me out now. I wanted it one last time . . . I did."

Tala rubbed his paw to hear the sadness in his voice. "Yatokya . . . ."

He dropped his head against her. "I know."

Tala kissed his cheek, and he nuzzled his nose in her neck until she giggled.

"He thought he was seducing me and that I became his," Yatokya said sadly. "He had no idea that he became mine." He sighed with a heave of his chest and rubbed his thigh. "Anyway . . . he may or may not join our escort. I would like him to. And we wouldn't . . . be intimate or anything . . . but I know it would be awkward. And I wanted your opinion. Before or after you murder me. Take your pick."

Tala laughed. "Yatokya . . . you know where I was last night. And what I've done . . . I've no right to murder you."

"Yes, first the unicorn king . . . then my sister. I don't think I truly mind either. The fact that you fucked a unicorn . . . I'm jealous. I didn't even get to see the damn things!"

Tala laughed.

"And my sister . . . well. I'm glad it happened. It's out of the way. I know you probably still love her, that you wanted it. Now you had it. And Yanaba got what she wanted as well."

"Yes . . ." Tala whispered.

Hearing the sad note in her voice, Yatokya squeezed her paw. "Yanaba loves you, Tala. Perhaps not in the way you'd like. But she cares. When we were searching for you, I'd never seen her so frantic."

Tala dropped her cheek against his shoulder again and said nothing. She had to wonder why it still hurt her. Like daggers to her chest. In the morning, she watched beautiful Yanaba sleeping peacefully on her side. She kissed her cheek and saw her smile, and she thought furiously again and again, Please wake up and say you love me now!

"So . . ." Yatokya cleared his throat. "Was it better with her?"

"Yato!"

"Well . . ." he said sheepishly. "I was just curious."

"I love you both. I can not answer that."

He sighed. "Alright. I'll accept that answer. I suppose."

"Good."

They fell silent, and ten seconds later, Achai came bursting into the hall. He looked about. His ears pricked forward when he spotted them and he ran their way.

"Yato!" Achai yelled. They laughed when he jumped in Yatokya's lap.

Yatokya caught the boy in his arms and ruffled his mane. "Hey, squirt!"

"I met my papa last night," Achai said proudly and loudly, his skinny arm around Yatokya's neck. "He's big and strong and he threw . . ." Achai's voice trailed away. Keme and Seleste were coming up the hall, and upon hearing Achai, Keme shook his head furiously. Seleste's eyes had narrowed.

". . . he threw the door aside last night," Achai finished as Keme and Seleste drew to a stop before them. But Seleste knew exactly what Keme had thrown. She shot her husband an accusatory glance.

Keme pretended not to notice his wife's silent anger. "Up, Little Bear. I need to talk to Yatokya."

"Little Bear," said Tala in amusement. All Keme's children had nicknames. She had long wondered what Keme would call Achai. He sometimes called Kima his Kiwi. Bimisi was BiBi and Dawae he called his Daisy on account of her love for flowers. Moema was often called Speedy for her energy. She was always getting into trouble and had always been too fast for Keme to catch her. Rayen had always been "his Rayen," and Naira was Little Nairi.

Tala had never expected for Keme to call Achai Little Bear, but she supposed it made sense: her father had always had a strange affinity for bears.

"But . . ." Achai protested. "Everyone wants to talk to Yato! I never get ta see him!"

Keme put a sarcastic paw to his ear. "Was that backtalk? You know how strong I am? Well, imagine a nice _spanking_from me."

Tala grinned. "Better do as he says, Little Bear. I speak from experience."

Yatokya laughed.

Achai grumbled but slouched up from Yatokya's lap. As he was passing, Keme gave him a fond ruffle on the mane and he reluctantly smiled. Seleste smoothed the boy's mane and took his shoulders. She guided him back down the hall, saying things Tala could not hear, but she knew from Seleste's tone that Achai was probably being scolded. Zyanya emerged from a room and met them.

Keme jerked his head at the end of the hall. "Go and get dressed, Little Bug. The Lepuna brought you new clothes this morning. Brought some for your mother and Yanaba as well. They'll need your help."

Tala nodded. "Yes, Daddy." She glanced at Yatokya and gave him a kiss on the cheek before departing.

---

Yatokya thought Tala had some nerve laughing at Achai's nickname. He knew for a fact that she had gotten hers from eating bugs when she was little. She would keep the damn things - dead - hidden in her dress pockets. Little princesses wore such dresses, sleeveless garments with apron pockets on the front.

Yatokya got to his feet when Keme gestured. They went down the corridor together, and Yatokya stole a few glances at him. He knew his father admired Keme a great deal. Keme and Honiahaka knew how to laugh together and support each other both as allies and as old friends. Apparently, Keme was the first living hero of the sun, and that was a great achievement. According to Honiahaka, the title had been given to him when he attempted to save the life of a prominent sun warrior and resolutely protected the life of his father from danger to danger. The sun warrior had drowned despite Keme's persistence. The warrior had been honored and his name engraved on the sacred sun stones in the wastelands - along with the other warriors who drowned, the crew, and the captain of the ship. A new sun stone was erected for them and their names carved on it, the warrior Keme personally attempted to save at the top. Yatokya remembered that his name had been Kota.

Yatokya had to admit he was jealous of the friendship. Growing up in court, he'd never had a friend like Keme. Male pups were brought around to spar with him during training sessions, but they never came around enough for him to form the kind of true bond his father and the chief of the sun had. It saddened him that he had gone through hellfire and had not come out with a good friend. Sa, Maka, and Pati were not any closer to him. Hell, Sa was now more distant. He smiled sadly: but at least he had Tala.

They came to the octagonal bench where Yatokya had spoken to Pati and Sa only the night before. Yatokya sat when Keme gestured, wondering what all this was about. He and Keme had already had their heart-to-heart on the day he married Rayen believing she was Tala. Keme had taken him aside, reminded him that he could fold him up like a noodle, and proceeded to welcome him to the family with the promise that Yatokya would love and honor his daughter. Yatokya - slightly drunk at the time - had promised with a goofy grin. He remembered Keme laughing sadly at his drunken state and clapping him on the cheek.

"You realize things have changed because of Achai," Keme began. He stood over Yatokya, arms folded as he peered off thoughtfully.

Ah, this is what he wanted to talk about: Achai was heir and Tala was free of the obligation of one day having to rule.

"Yes. Tala and I have decided to travel . . ."

"Her mother told me." Keme sighed heavily, then he frowned and shook his head. "I am against this. I am against letting her traipse around . . ."

"But Chief Keme . . . with all due respect, it is her choice."

Keme looked at Yatokya and snorted. "Yato, you and Tala aren't even seventeen yet. You are still children. You will do whatever the hell I tell you. You're coming home with me. Achai will move in Rayen's old bedroom. Iniwa will have to move into Naira's. You and Tala will live in Tala's bedroom for a year. And when you're seventeen and you still want to go on this crazy journey of hers, I won't be able to stop you. How does that sound?"

Yatokya smiled. Ah, so this wasn't to be a discussion. Keme simply wanted to dictate what was going to happen when they returned to the summer village. Looking up at his stern green eyes, Yatokya thought Keme was nothing like Honiahaka, whose ice-blue eyes were always so gentle and thoughtful. No . . . Keme was more like Talisa. Talisa . . . his fiery, no-nonsense mother. It almost made him laugh.

"But, Chief Keme . . . why is it crazy? Tala and I seek to change the world."

Keme looked at Yatokya, and he knew Tala's father found him amusingly naïve. He knew why. Keme had attempted to change his village - not even the world - and had been quick to discover that just changing one place was difficult enough.

Keme sighed and sat beside Yatokya. They sat side by side on the octagonal bench, and both leaned forward, resting their forearms on their knees. Yatokya stared at the stone floor; Keme peered thoughtfully down the corridor.

"You can not tackle the world all at once, my son," Keme said after some time. "Your parents have been working for years to end the slave trade. Since before you were born. Do you understand how long this kind of change takes? The traditions you seek to alter have been acknowledged, honored, and practiced over many, many decades. Unraveling the mess will take many, many decades."

"I understand. But someone has to start somewhere."

Keme smiled at him. "You're a good boy, Yatokya. If anyone had to marry my daughter, I'm glad it was you."

Yatokya laughed, beaming under the praise. Keme did not dish that out much. "Thanks. Just trying to be like water . . ."

Keme frowned. "What?"

"Nothing."

Keme looked away. "Just don't go sneaking off before a year has passed. Stay with me for a year. If the two of you get it in your foolish teenage heads to sneak off and save the world . . . well, remember that I can snap bricks with my bare paws."

Yatokya laughed. "Got it."

"And do me one favor."

"Listening."

Keme made a face. "Stop calling me Chief Keme."

"What should I call you?"

"How 'bout Dad? I have sworn you as my son, after all."

They smiled at each other.

---

Tala swallowed hard as she helped Yanaba into her clothes. She had already helped her mother, and Seleste - sensing that the two girls wanted to talk in private - had taken Achai and Zyanya from the room to keep Aayan company. Tala knew her mother's concern for Aayan was very real, especially after his glass-breaking outburst that morning.

The Lepuna had given the three females long, blue, tight fitting gowns. All the gowns were sleeveless and came with lighter blue shawls with gold tassels. Tala and Seleste - having smaller breasts - got into their gowns easily. But Yanaba's big tits were doing their damndest not to cooperate. And - unfortunately for Tala - Yanaba's dress laced up in the front instead of the back. The Lepuna wolves thought such a dress would be easier for her to get into. They'd thought wrong.

"Why . . . won't they just . . . go in!" Tala panted, tugging on Yanaba's laces.

Yanaba cupped her big breasts as Tala struggled. She smiled. "Maybe they like you."

Tala avoided her eye. She wished she didn't have to look at what she was doing: each time she tugged the laces, they smashed Yanaba's cleavage tighter. Tala was terrified of getting hard. And what was more, she was terrified of accidentally ripping the laces with her super strength. Her fingers were trembling.

"One more pull," Yanaba whispered. "And don't be afraid to pull hard."

Tala pulled . . . and the laces tore. Yanaba's breasts poured free, bouncing heavily before jutting upright, pert and perky. Her pink nipples were hard. Tala stared at them.

"It's okay, Tala," Yanaba laughed softly. "You can touch them. In fact, you should as much as you can. After we leave here, we return to the summer village, where it will be dangerous to do such things. And after that . . ."

"You go home."

Yanaba smiled sadly. "Yes."

Tala turned away.

"I know you don't want me to," Yanaba said behind her. "I know how difficult this is for you, that your feelings are . . . deeper than mine."

Tala swallowed hard and looked down, fiddling with her fingers. Yanaba came up behind her, and she closed her eyes when the silver female touched her shoulders.

"I believe it's better this way, Tala. If Yato and I both loved you, that would just muck things up."

"I know. But I love you both. Don't you think it mucks things up for me?"

Yanaba hugged her tight from behind and kissed her cheek. Tala closed her eyes and squeezed her paw on Yanaba's enfolding arm.

"I asked you to take my first love . . . because you are my sister, Tala, I trust you and I love you. I don't think I could have gotten through that pain with anyone else. I don't think I could have . . . allowed a male to see me cry."

"Oh, Yan . . ." Tala took her paw and led her to the bed. They sat on the edge together. Tala realized the laces hadn't torn enough that she still couldn't close Yanaba's dress. She took one of the laces but stopped and cupped her tit. She looked at Yanaba. "You truly liked it? Me inside?"

Yanaba smiled at her. "Yes." She lovingly pushed Tala's mane back over her shoulder. "I loved every moment with you, Tala. You kissing me and holding me. You . . . hard and strong inside."

Tala held down a blush and started tucking Yanaba's breasts back in the fabric. Yanaba helped her.

"And you never thought my penis was disgusting?"

"Oh, Tala . . . I like pussy. I think all penis is disgusting." She laughed. "Not how you felt inside me, though," she added in a warm whisper. "There was nothing disgusting about that."

Tala felt very relieved to see the warm look in Yanaba's eye. Since the night before, Yanaba had been happy and glowing. Tala had felt a little proud that she'd pleased her. She bowed her head and tried again with the laces.

"Explain this to me," Tala said. "You think penis is disgusting, but you like how mine . . . felt inside." She tried not to blush again.

Yanaba made a face. "The way penises look . . . the way they smell . . ." she shivered. "If I ever had to taste one, I'm sure I wouldn't like it either. And I've no intention of finding out. But the way it feels inside." She sighed long and content, toying with the collar of her dress as she stared happily at Tala.

Tala laughed. "Glad to see the lady is pleased."

"Oh, she's pleased."

Tala laughed again. She finally finished with the laces, and she thought Yanaba's breasts looked as if they were going to pop free. She frowned. "We can't do this again, you know."

Yanaba nodded. "I know. I knew you'd say something like that. It is completely sensible of you," she said, straightening up, but Tala could tell Yanaba was not happy about it at all.

"It would be too risky and too dangerous," the princess of the sun went on. "And you are married and I will one day have to marry. So it is good that we took the opportunity to do it here, where no judging eyes are upon us . . ."

Tala laughed: Yanaba was such a terrible little actress.

Yanaba frowned. "Do not laugh at me, Tala. I . . . I really enjoyed being close to you."

"I know, Yan. But we can't do this anymore. For all the reasons you said and more."

Yanaba gave a half-smile. "And more," she repeated, her mass of curls cascading around her. "Glad to see you're so committed to my brother."

Tala's lip trembled. "No. It's not just that."

Yanaba frowned and touched her face. "Tala . . . what's the matter?"

Tala's lashes fanned down. "I can't keep making love to you, Yan. It hurts me . . . I can't keep doing it."

"Tala . . ."

Yanaba folded Tala in her embrace, and Tala rested her cheek on her shoulder, letting her tears fall free as Yanaba stroked her mane.

"Oh, baby," Yanaba whispered, "I never dreamt all these years that you . . . that you felt this way for me."

Tala closed her eyes and was silent. She was suddenly glad Yanaba was going far away to the sun village. She wouldn't have to suffer any more for want of her. And they would both move on. She would live her life with Yatokya, traveling the world, falling deeper in love with him. Yanaba would meet some beautiful female, have Pati's pup, and life would go on.

But for one bittersweet night, the princess of the sun had possessed her heart.

And it was extraordinary.