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Chapter 3: The Shemale In Her

Wynn entered the gloom of Kilyan's hut and immediately smelled that everyone was there: her father, Lea and Ohana, her bratty little brother LiAnh, and - oh, god . . . - Inden. They were all seated around the fire, enjoying the supper of fish, greens, and potatoes that Lea and Ohana had prepared. Supper was almost over, Wynn could tell: Kilyan was leaning back on one elbow as if full, while Lea and Ohana sat either side of him, chattering contently beside the fire. Kilyan listened to their talk with a small smile, and it was a lovely scene, to see how content the three were. Every now and then, Kilyan would playfully flick a white lock of mane from Lea's eyes or feed Ohana a spoonful from his plate, and the three would look at each other so warmly.

Inden, meanwhile, was talking with little LiAnh when Wynn entered. It was common knowledge that little white LiAnh (who everyone marveled looked so much like Kira) looked up to Inden a great deal, so Wynn wasn't at all surprised to find the two talking away. LiAnh's shrill, eager voice rose above the steady crackle of the fire as Inden calmly ate from his plate and answered unenthusiastically what questions were squeaked at him.

Inden's huge wings cast a fierce shadow against the wall. After years of dedication, he was muscle-bound and sculpted to the point of bulging. The girls sighed over the broad-shouldered boy left and right, but Inden was a serious and very traditional no-nonsense warrior, whose loyal devotion to Wynn alone made the females want him even more. It wasn't long before Inden was a name among the summer village, a fearsome shadow circling the night sky, his deep-throated howl sending a chill of arousal in the clit of every female.

Wynn wasn't surprised that Inden was there. He lived in a hut nearby that Kilyan had built for him years ago, but he was invited over for breakfast and supper so often that he practically lived there. He was the first to notice Wynn enter. He looked up, and the look in his eyes said that he knew. Wynn wasn't surprised: she must've reeked of Grizo. Loryn hadn't given her a chance to really bathe. He'd made her come right home, and thus, the scent of Grizo's jizz was embedded in her fur. How she must've smelled to Inden! She wanted to die.

Everyone looked up to find Wynn standing awkwardly in the doorway, one paw rubbing her arm.

Wynn hated it when her father's face was grim, when Lea looked in disappointment at the fire, when Ohana folded her arms and looked angrily right into her guilty face. It was so quiet in the room Wynn could hear the crickets chirruping . . .

"Come and sit, Wynn," Kilyan said calmly as he sat up. He folded his arms and didn't look at his daughter as she entered.

Wynn sat between Ohana and Inden, wishing desperately that there had been anywhere else to sit: she hated it when fiery Ohana glared at her, when Inden's dark eyes could look so pained and insulted.

"So who was it this time?" Inden burst out, as if he could no longer restrain himself. His voice, over the years, had grown into the deep, guttural growl of an adult's, and though he had adapted to the common tongue well, Wynn could still hear the slight accent of his homeland.

Wynn's ears flattened on her head, and she glared sideways at Inden, thinking to herself that if he would just touch her -

"Inden, I will handle this, please," said Kilyan firmly. He looked at Wynn and said a string of words that made her heart stop, "Wynn, your mothers and I have decided that it's time you married Inden."

Wynn's mouth fell open, and for a moment, she could only sputter dryly. "How can you do this to me -!" she finally managed, not noticing when Inden glared miserably at his bowl.

"There's really no discussing the matter," Kilyan told his daughter. "If it will save you from banishment, from disgrace - from disease -- then so be it."

Everyone looked at Wynn, who blurted out, "But I wanted a mating season! I wanted --" She bit her tongue as the images rolled to the surface of her mind. How many young males had she kept silently adding to the list of males she would seduce? She would tease with her flickering tail, lead them in an ever-swelling crowd into the trees as they all fought to be the one to claim her. And they would drag her down into the bushes with their big paws, their rough fingers would squeeze her tits, their hungry lips would suck them, their cocks would enter her every crevice, and she would rock suspended between them all . . . alive and sexy and so . . . on fire.

Wynn looked up and blushed scarlet when she realized they had all been watching her and the apparent thoughts in her eyes. All of them seemed to see it - except LiAnh, who took the opportunity of silence to grab some attention by shouting,

"COOCHIE, COOCHIE GONNA GO DRY! WYNN'S GOTTA KISS HER SEX GOODBYE!"

The boy laughed nastily and wagged his fingers either side of his face. Suddenly furious, Wynn lunged at her brother. They went rolling across the sitting furs, and Wynn could see in flashes the shuffling feet of her family as she sank her teeth in her brother's ear until he squealed and she tasted blood. She pinched him and scratched him as he pinched and scratched just as hard, and it wasn't until Kilyan's strong arm locked around her waist that she stopped.

"Wynn, stop it! Stop it now!" Kilyan snarled.

The hut was all noise now. Lea's voice was shrill in her anger as she shouted both at Wynn and LiAnh. From under a lock of black mane, Wynn could see Lea whacking her son on the tail with her flat little paw, could see LiAnh sniffling with tears, the blood on his ear, the scratches in his fur. Panting in her father's arm, Wynn was a little shocked: you had to light LiAnh on fire before he ever cried! They fought all the time, he and Wynn, and it was the first time that tears had ever sprung from those black eyes.

"Everyone in this family has lost their mind!" Ohana was shrieking as she prodded the toppled dishes from the fire. In the scuffle, several plates and bowls had fallen into the flames, and Ohana pushed them out now with Kilyan's spear. After glancing worriedly at Wynn, Inden came with a grunt to help her.

"I hate you! I hate you!" LiAnh wailed again and again. He dug his fist in his eye, and Lea shushed him and pulled him to her slender waist.

"I hate you more!" Wynn shouted back. "You're not even supposed to be here - Dad never wanted another son!"

The words shocked them all into freezing. The family stared at Wynn, and LiAnh squealed out, "That's not true! You liar! I hate you!"

"It's true!" Wynn snarled, breaking free of her father's arm. Her eyes were blazing now, and Kilyan knew that he must stop her before she went into a rave so akin to sixteen-year-old Zalia's bratty fits.

"Wynn!" Kilyan hissed, reaching out to stop his daughter, but Wynn snatched herself out of reach and took a step forward, her eyes fixed on her brother.

"No one wanted you," Wynn said triumphantly. "Lea wanted a girl, and Dad . . . he didn't want you at all."

LiAnh's eyes went wide, and he looked between his parents with his mouth open, terrified.

"Go ahead," Wynn whispered. "Ask them."

"That's enough, Wynn!" Kilyan growled. "Go to your room - now!"

Jerking an angry fist under her eye, Wynn marched past everyone and to her room. She could hear Ohana say as her black tail disappeared behind the curtain,

"My god, Kilyan, what has gotten into that girl? I mean, she was never a sweet thing, but she was never so cruel either!"

Wynn flopped on her bed and buried her face in the pillow, hating herself for the sudden rush of tears. No, she would be the first admit it: there was nothing sweet about her. Inden had once told her she had a mean streak that he liked. There was something about her that wasn't exactly cruel, but mischievous and impish to the core. And in the height of her own pain, she often thrust those daggers deep.

Inden had learned this many times in the past when he refused Wynn's advances. She would scowl at him and hint that maybe he wasn't "male enough" to please her then. She was so bitterly angry at Inden! She wanted to be with him so badly. But not just that . . . she wanted it. The heat of a male's hard body against her own, his big dick filling her, pushing up and in until her juices were oozing as her pussy clenched them out. She needed those lips on her tits, those paws on her body. A good lover was always touching somewhere . . . always touching . . .

Wynn moaned and rolled onto her back. The moon came in full through her window, which was laced with a few of the pink flowers that grew in the pastures of the summer village. Her mane was a dark shadow around her as she thought sadly of her mother, of the shemales and the jungle.

In the jungle, all life revolved around sex. In the jungle where things were always steamy and hot and big, where the blood always rushed through ones veins in the light of the moon. Witnessing wild orgies had been a part of Wynn's life, and though she had been very young just before she ran away from home, she had found ways to participate.

Though Wynn was considered a freak among her fellow shemales, she was still a princess, and thus, it wasn't hard to get any shemale she wanted into a bush with her. While the others were dancing and fucking and jiggling their tits at the sky, Wynn had taken this little lover, and together, they touched each other down in the bushes, touched each other's budding breasts and suckled the nipples. Wynn had even gone down on the little shemale, sucking her desperately until she erupted. And had Wynn not been the princess, the little shemale vowed that she would have raped Wynn right then and there in the mud. Wynn giggled to hear this, and they kissed each other tenderly as the sound of the steady drums beat hard upon their hearts.

Heat. Passion. Wildness. These words embodied the jungle and the jungle was in Wynn's blood. What no one seemed to understand was that she couldn't stop the way she was anymore than a tail chaser could stop being a tail chaser or a bi wolf could stop being bi. Wynn had to have it. The heat of it. The taste of it. And if Inden couldn't - wouldn't - give it to her . . . then she'd find another way.

There was a knock on the wall near Wynn's curtain. She smelled her father and rolled over at once. Her back was to him when he entered, and though he couldn't see her face, Kilyan could tell by Wynn's stiff back that she was still very angry. He sat uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, and after a pause, stroked Wynn's dark mane behind her ear so he could see her face. That angry, pretty little face. It pained him. It was like looking at Avi that night so many years ago when they argued in the meadow . . .

"Silver Ears," sang Kilyan softly, and Wynn sniffed and smiled to herself.

Kilyan had once told her about his old nickname for her mother: little Avi, whose silver body possessed not a hint of black except for her ears. His Black Ears. Wynn was just the opposite: she was all black with silver ears.

"Wynn, I screwed up bad with you . . . I know that. Thinking I could take you away from the jungle and expect you to be happy here . . ."

Wynn sat up, staring wide-eyed at her father. "But I am happy here!" she insisted.

Kilyan smiled sadly at her and cupped her face. "No, honey. No, you're not."

Wynn looked down a moment, then brought her legs around and sat beside her father. "You're right," she said to her toes. "I haven't been happy here for a while now."

"Since you got your moons," Kilyan confirmed. "All this - messing around with boys. It's the shemale in you. I know you can't help it, Wynn. That's why I've been so lenient. But if you're really so unhappy here --"

"It's not that I don't love you and Ohana and Lea!" Wynn said quickly, looking up at her father in earnest. "And I love LiAnh! It's wonderful here, more wonderful than I ever imagined." She looked up at her father with the large doting eyes Kilyan remembered smiling down at so many times when she was a child. He felt a warm surge in his heart and smiled fondly at his daughter. What he wouldn't give to have that doting child back sometimes. . . . He pushed her mane behind her ear and remembered with a smile how he used to carry Wynn on his shoulders, her tickling matches with Zane, the time she tried to help LiAnh learn to walk . . . It had been such a wonderful, wonderful life. If only Avi had been there to share it.

"It's just. . . ." went on Wynn, hugging her knees. "Hearing that I would have to marry Inden so soon . . ."

Wynn swallowed thickly and bowed her head, pushing her paw back through her mane. Oh, god, Inden. He was probably so hurt, knowing that she had been with someone else yet again. She prayed he wouldn't find out who it was - he would certainly pound Grizo to mush for being with "his Wynn." Her poor Inden. And she had hurt him yet again tonight: howling and flashing her fangs about having to marry him! How many times had they talked about being together, and now that they could, she had rejected him? Inden probably hated her. No, Inden was too good for that. And kind. And sweet. And gentle. That was what she loved about him. . . . and what she hated.

"Wynn," said Kilyan, gazing in thought at the opposite wall. He looked heavily at his daughter. "I've been thinking for a long time - for years, actually - of taking you back to visit your mother. But to be perfectly honest, I was always . . . terrified."

Wynn looked up at her father, amazed. To hear that Kilyan was afraid of anything was to hear that the moon had crumbled to dust. She stared at him, waiting for an explanation, but even as she listened to her father's confession, she felt a sting of guilt: how many times had she thought about sneaking off to visit her mother?

"Terrified that you would want to stay in the jungle," Kilyan confessed. "You see . . ." He looked at his daughter tenderly. "After having you and the joy you brought to everyone here . . . I don't know how I could ever let you go."

"And my mother," Wynn said sadly. "You don't want to see her."

"No, that's not it," Kilyan said at once. He took Wynn's paw in his big fingers and peered into her eyes. "Wynn, I would have married your mother! Understand that! It was Avi's choice to return to the jungle. The last time I saw her, I didn't let her know it, but she ripped my heart out. I couldn't bear to have her do it again . . ."

Wynn stared at her toes, feeling miserable and defeated.

"But . . ." went on Kilyan. "I'm finally realizing that your happiness should come first. Wynn," he looked at his daughter apologetically. "I should have taken you to visit years ago."

They both knew it was true: Avi had made it clear that she was never coming back here. It was up to Kilyan and Wynn if they wanted to stay in touch.

Wynn didn't know what to say. She felt lost and confused, which had pretty much been the state of her heart for the better part of her life. Divided as she was by the two races of her parents, she had never really belonged anywhere. Whether here or whether in the jungle, she was still an outcast, she knew. She could go back to the jungle to live and enjoy the heat and the passion of the shemale culture, but half of her would always be embedded here, in the hearts of these wolves who she had come to love and cherish so dearly. And what about Inden? Her heart sank in her chest. He would never stand by and watch her walk out of his life. And while she wasn't ready to marry him, she didn't want to leave him either. Her big and strong Inden, protector and best friend. When she really thought about it, Inden was the best friend she had ever had.

Sad and suddenly very tired, Wynn dropped her head against her father's shoulder and closed her eyes, relishing in the feel of his fingers curling in her glossy mane.

"Tell me what to do," said Kilyan with a weak laugh. "You know damn-well you were always smarter than me."

Wynn laughed at her father's helplessness. Even now she still believed he had the answer to everything, but he had always insisted on the opposite. "Oh, Daddy!" she said, glancing up at him happily. "If it comes to pass that I stay in the jungle, I'm really gonna miss you." And with a sad moan, she hugged her father's waist tight and squeezed her eyes shut.

Reminded of that morning he had hugged his recovering father so tightly, Kilyan held back the sudden rise of tears. So his baby was leaving him. First Roan and then Zane, now his little Wynn - who was still so much a child to him! He secretly wished she would just stay here and marry Inden. At least then she would be nearby where he could keep an eye on her . . . but this was it. She needed to go to the jungle, she wanted - had probably wanted more than he ever realized - to see her mother, and they both knew there was a huge possibility that Wynn was going to wind up staying. Life in the summer village was obviously too subdued for her.

Kilyan dropped his cheek against Wynn's black mane and was half-blinded by the furry flesh that mounded in his eye. He stared at the opposite wall with a heavy heart as he held his daughter, as she continued to squeeze him with the helplessness of a child. "So we set out tomorrow?" he said, trying not to sound sad but failing utterly.

Wynn sniffed and nodded into her father's fur. "Tomorrow."