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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

Second Rape

Chapter 3

Tala and Yatokya returned to the summer village without protesting. Both chiefs were furious with their children. They journeyed back in cold silence, and Keme's paw on Tala's arm was so tight, it frightened her. Tala felt dismal: Keme would not even look at her. What was even worse: many wolves stood in the doorways of their homes, staring at the naked body of the princess, licking their lips, pointing, whispering. She was silently grateful she had remembered to change her cock back into a clit, but the fact that they could see her pussy lips made her feel no better. Her humiliation complete, Tala fixed her eyes on the ground. Beside her, Yatokya also walked with his head down, and Tala knew many wolves were staring at his bloody backside.

When they arrived at the grand hut, almost everyone was awake. Iniwa paced back and forth in the throne room with little Kima clinging to her tail. Uruta sat at the low table, drinking fruit juice and begging Iniwa to relax. Moema was also there, hiding in a corner, and Tala knew she was supposed to be in bed but had probably begged to stay up until Tala returned.

Rayen sat tall on her mother's throne chair, smirking when Tala was marched in. She pursed her lips and twirled a bit of mane around her finger when Tala glared at her.

"Thank you, Inden," Keme said, indicating that the royal protectors were no longer needed.

Inden bowed and turned away - probably to go back home to his family, as he seldom worked nightshifts. The other royal protectors, meanwhile, also went home or returned to their posts.

The armed escort of the sun chief retired at their chief's word. Chief Honiahaka then grabbed Prince Yatokya by the arm and marched him to the adjoining longhouse that served as a guest hall - no doubt for a sound lecture. Tala watched them go, thinking that she liked the sun chief. His mannerisms were very elegant and refined, and he was always courteous and soft spoken. She had never seen him so angry, though. Not since the time Yatokya had grabbed her backside when they were small.

"Tala!" Moema brightened and ran from her hiding spot. With her long mane streaming, she barreled across the room and slammed into the Tala, hugging her middle tight.

"Moema . . ." Tala apologized sadly. She touched the girl's mane uncertainly.

Moema squeezed her eyes shut. "Never ever, ever, ever, EVER leave again!"

Tala sighed miserably. "Moema, I . . ."

Iniwa came to Tala and took her shoulders. Tala was surprised when she shook her slightly. "What were you thinking, girl?" she demanded sadly, angrily. "What in the _world_were you thinking? How could you frighten us like . . .?"

"Iniwa. . ." Keme said wearily, "I need to speak to her. Please."

Iniwa nodded, but it was clear she didn't want to go anywhere. Kima yanked on her tail, and she hoisted the pup onto her hip. "Your mother would have been mortified by this," Iniwa said to Tala angrily. "Think about that!"

Tala closed her eyes.

"Come, Moema!" Iniwa said, and Tala was pained by the girl's sob when her mother pried her away. "And Rayen - get your tail up and get to bed. You can gloat tomorrow!"

Smirking in triumph to see Keme so furious with Tala, Rayen rose slowly and gracefully from the throne. She sauntered to the stairs with her nose high. As she passed Tala, she gave her a mocking glance that said, "You're in for it now."

Uruta was the last to leave the throne room. Except for two royal protectors, Tala and Keme were alone in the room. With everyone gone, Keme gestured for Tala to sit on Iniwa's throne chair. She did as she was told and was surprised when her father wrapped his feathered cape around her shoulders. She clutched the cape tight over her naked breasts and avoided looking at Keme as he just stood in front of her, glaring.

"You lied to me, Tala," Keme said when a long silence had ensued.

Tala didn't look up. Nor did she answer.

"You told me you weren't in love with Prince Yatokya."

Tala's head snapped up. "What! I'm n --"

"But it's clear you have slept with him tonight," Keme said over her and his chest heaved. "The two of you agreed to meet out in the forest, didn't you? Perhaps you've had a secret correspondence for years. What a fool I am."

Tala bit her lip and bowed her head. If Keme wanted to believe she was in love with Yatokya, then maybe it could work to her advantage. He would never see it coming when she really ran away.

"Perhaps it's for the best that you love him. Solves a lot of problems anyway. But all this sneaking around . . . you couldn't wait two days to bed him?" Keme said in amazement. "Or have you been sleeping with him for years now!" he said, horrified. His eyes went to her lap, and she was suddenly very grateful the feathered cape was covering it.

Oh god . . . don't let him decide he wanted to check her virginity. . . .

"I can't even trust my own daughter to tell me the truth. Perhaps I should have Iniwa check your maidenhead."

Tala blushed furiously. He had decided. "No, Dad! He's never . . . been in . . ." She bit her lip, wanting to sink into the floor and disappear.

Keme squinted at her. "He's had plenty of opportunities, though. All the traveling the boy does . . . and you're always running away, disappearing into the village. There were times he could have --"

"No, Dad, I swear!" Tala practically burst. She hunched over inside the feathered cape, her mane in her terrified eyes. The last thing she wanted was for Iniwa to finger her, to touch her there and check and see . . . oh god. She would never live it down. Damn Rayen wouldn't let her_._

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"He's never been in me," Tala insisted to her knees.

"But you've been in him."

"Yes."

The long silence that followed was agonizing.

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Keme peered at her angrily, thoughtfully. "Everyone was right. I should have been firm. I was soft, I spoiled you."

"No, Dad . . ."

"Silence!" Keme snapped and the green eyes flashed.

Tala shrank into herself. Keme had never yelled at her like this before.

"That you would do this before you were married," Keme said darkly, "take the boy under his tail and leave him bleeding . . . and I'm sure many of the gawking wolves in the streets saw. It will be the talk of the town that Princess Tala sodomized her husband-to-be!"

Tala flinched under Keme's yelling.

"And now," Keme went on, "it won't take much for the members of the sun council to put two and two together and realize the princess of the summer is a shemale. They were out there in the street!" Keme waved a paw. "Gawking with the others!"

Tala stared at her knees. A tear gathered in her eye. Now she was found out. Now the sun wolves knew. What would happen? Would they incite war? Dissolve the alliance? She bowed her head. When she glanced up again, Keme was rubbing his eyes.

"We'll lie," Keme said, pacing. "Tomorrow, we'll tell the sun council Yatokya was raped by lone wolves when he went to meet you secretly in the forest. The two of you managed to survive, and we found you before the lone wolves could kill you . . . yes, that might work . . ."

Listening to her father's scheming, Tala sighed miserably. "Daddy . . ."

"Hush, girl," Keme snapped. He halted to look at her. "You've created enough mess for tonight. I won't listen to wheedling. I should have listened to Iniwa. And my mother. And everyone!" He nodded at a nearby protector, who stood against the wall near the throne chairs. The protector nodded in turn and went up the stairs.

Tala's heart pounded. "Daddy, you're not going to --"

"I said silence," Keme said coldly. He folded his arms, and the tension as they waited for the royal protector to return was unbearable.

Tala was on the verge of throwing off the feathered cape and falling at Keme's feet when the royal protector returned with Iniwa and Uruta. Tala's heart sank. Oh god no - they were going to check!

"The royal protectors will turn their backs," Keme said, raising his voice.

The two males in the room grudgingly did as they were told, and it was clear they had been eager to watch this molestation happen. Keme, however, stood with his face hard and his arms folded, watching.

Tala's heart thudded when Iniwa and Uruta came to her. Uruta was tired and indifferent but Iniwa was still angry that Tala had lied and had run away. Tala understood why: Iniwa was hurting because she thought Tala did not accept her as a mother. No matter how much Iniwa had treated Tala like her own, Tala could only think of Seleste and the fact that her mother had left her. In Iniwa's mind, her love had never been enough. Tala did not fool herself for one second that Iniwa thought she had simply run away to see Yatokya. No . . . this had been about Seleste. And Iniwa knew it.

Uruta pulled the feathered cape from Tala's shoulders and Iniwa quietly bid her to stand.

Tala looked between the females quickly, eyes large. "No!" she cried, suddenly angry. "I will not be subjected to this! The state of my virginity is my own business!"

Keme's lips tightened.

"Nothing is your own business when you are a female, girl," Iniwa snapped. "The first time you are with pup, everyone will be between your legs. You might as well get used to this! Now stand up. I'm tired and I have little patience for anymore nonsense!"

"Yes, I want to get back to bed," Uruta moaned.

Tala didn't move.

"I will yank you up from that chair!" Iniwa threatened.

Tala still didn't budge. She felt frozen. This wasn't happening - it wasn't! She heard a giggle and glanced at the stairs. Anger settled over her when she saw Rayen peering down at her through the banister. Her half-sister's face was bright with triumph and her brown eyes were dark with satisfaction to see Tala in such a predicament.

Tala noticed another face beside Rayen's and her heart stopped: Yanaba was with Rayen, watching this happening! Unlike Rayen, however, Yanaba was not laughing or mocking but sad and sympathetic. Her icy blue eyes peered between the bars at Tala as she clutched them either side her face.

Keme followed Tala's gaze and barked for the girls to get back to bed. Still giggling, Rayen scrambled up and fled. Yanaba followed her.

Hunched on the throne, Tala covered her naked breasts and bowed her head. She cried out when Iniwa grabbed her with hard fingers, pulling her up from the chair. Tala stood on the dais above them, wishing she was dead as Iniwa impatiently slapped between her thighs.

"Spread them," Iniwa ordered. "Spread, I said!"

Tala trembled and a tear escaped over her lip. With trembling thighs, she spread her feet wider and closed her eyes. She gasped when she felt Iniwa's slender fingers gliding in her sex. Oh god . . . no . . . no . . . no! Iniwa gasped, and Tala knew what had happened: her clit had sprouted into a cock.

Uruta laughed. "Sorry," she abruptly muttered, and Tala knew without having to look that Keme had glared at her.

"She's a virgin," Iniwa confirmed seriously. When Tala opened her eyes again, her step-mother was wiping her paws clean on a cloth Uruta had given her. "She's just sensitive there. One touch and . . ."

"Twang?" laughed Uruta.

"Stop laughing, my wife," Keme frowned at Uruta, "and please return to bed."

The smile fell from Uruta's face and she bowed her head reverently before Keme. "Yes, my husband. . . ." she muttered and hurried up the stairs. Tala knew she had her own bedroom in the grand hut, where Keme would sometimes come to her at night.

Trembling and crying, Tala allowed Iniwa to help her down from the dais.

"There, there," Iniwa said, wrapping the girl in her father's cape once more. "That wasn't so bad, was it? All we did was check."

Tala dropped her head against Iniwa, glad when her sweet smell, when her slender arms enfolded her.

Keme frowned. "Iniwa, have you forgotten what she did tonight? And you stand here coddling her! This is serious --"

"She is young and in love, Keme," Iniwa said dismissively. She cradled Tala's head to her neck and stroked her mane. "She's been humiliated and bellowed at enough for one night, I think. The council will believe whatever story your clever mother tells them, and everything will work out fine."

Keme heaved a sigh and pushed a paw back through his mane. Tala could tell that Iniwa's words had soothed him, though he was still determined to be anxious and angry.

"We just need to work on hiding our certain . . . assets," Iniwa said soothingly to Tala. "Don't we? What did Yuri tell you to do when you get . . . excited? Breathe . . . breathe and ride over it . . ."

Tala squeezed her eyes shut. "Can't we just pretend it didn't happen?"

"No," Iniwa said at once. "This is something you must learn to control. With members from the council of the sun here . . ."

"I won't let them see me with an erection!" Tala cried irritably. "I swear!" She broke from Iniwa's arms and didn't see the sad look on the female's face as she went to the stairs.

"And just where are you going?" Keme demanded.

Tala froze. "To bed . . .?"

"You're sleeping in our bed tonight," Keme said at once. "Where I can keep an eye on you, make sure you don't go creeping off to Yatokya's bedroom."

Tala moaned. She was half-inclined to tell Keme the truth if it would make him stop talking about Yatokya for one second.

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Given that she was first wife, Iniwa shared the largest room in the hut with Keme, complete with a canopied bed. Over on the vanity, Tala could see her step-mother's jewelry, bottles of mane oil, brushes, mirrors, and her ceremonial tiara. A wicker closet stood open, and folding up her father's feather cape, Tala placed it inside. When she faced the room again, Keme and Iniwa were climbing into bed. Little Kima was already sleeping there, sucking her thumb.

"It's going to ruin the shape of her mouth," Iniwa complained as she settled in. She carefully pried the thumb from Kima's mouth and a line of drool followed it. Keme laughed.

Tala was relieved to hear that laugh. Maybe Keme would calm down. Maybe the last time she saw him, he would be happy and glowing. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving the summer village with him angry at her. When she ran away, she wanted her last memories of him to be happy ones.

Tala climbed in beside Keme, and lying on her belly, she hugged a pillow and closed her eyes. She smiled when she felt Keme kiss her cheek. He whispered, "Goodnight, Little Bug."

Silence fell over the room, and Tala waited patiently for the others to fall asleep. It had been years since she'd slept in the big room like this. When she was very small, she slept in this same bed with Keme and her mother. The last time had been shortly after Seleste had left them . . . A distraught four-year-old Tala - loath to sleep alone in her room - had begged to sleep with Keme and Iniwa. They allowed her to do so every night . . . until Rayen and Naira became jealous. Naira became so jealous, in fact, that she broke a vase. And then Tala started sleeping in her room.

After some time had passed, Tala opened her eyes. Keme was sleeping on his back with little Kima sprawled on his chest. Tala smiled at her little sister: tiny gray Kima looked just like Iniwa, but she had the shape of Keme's eyes . . . and her ears were black. She was drooling heavily in her sleep, and the drool left a line down Keme's bulging pectoral. On the other side of him, Iniwa slept peacefully on her side, her back to Keme, her mane a wild mess that almost enfolded her like a cocoon.

Now was her chance. Tala moved very slowly. Experience had long taught her that her father was a light sleeper. She had barely made a move, however, when Keme's paw locked lightning quick on her wrist. Crap.

"Not going to him," Keme said sleepily and didn't open his eyes. He yawned.

Tala scowled. She wasn't sneaking to Yatokya - she was sneaking to Yanaba!

"Not going," Keme repeated, as if he wanted to hear the words from her.

"Not going," Tala repeated dully.

"Good girl." Keme let her wrist go and dozed off again.

Tala waited longer this time, watching for the signs that her father was deeply and truly sleeping: the slow rise and fall of his belly and chest, his slack face, the racing motions under his eyelids. Having once slept on his belly in the same manner as Kima had taught her to know when Keme was truly sleeping and when he was lightly sleeping. After twenty or so minutes, Tala knew her father was really asleep this time: it had been a long day. She gave him a sympathetic kiss on the cheek, then rose carefully from the bed and left the room.

Tala stepped into the dark corridor and had to wonder where Yanaba could be sleeping. Given that a chief was supposed to have a large family with many children, the hut was huge, with Keme's wives and seven daughters spread throughout. Uruta had her own bedroom at the far end of the hall, while beside it, her two daughters shared a room. Then there was Naira's room, Sacnite's room, Tala's own room, and Rayen's room. What guestrooms they had were on the ground floor, built as an extension after the fires that had happened before Tala was born. The chief of the sun village would be in one of the rooms there, along with Yatokya and, of course, Yanaba.

The royal protectors did not try to stop Tala as she made her way downstairs and to the guest hall. She didn't see why they should: unless she was trying to leave the hut, where she was going was none of their business.

She found Yanaba's room easily enough. There were only four guestrooms lining the hall and she knew Yanaba's smell very well. Yanaba had always smelled like the pineapples and cocoa nuts of the sun village, like its flowers and trees, like the dust of the clay huts.

Tala paused nervously outside the curtain and had to ask herself what she was doing. Just because Yanaba had come for the wedding didn't mean she suddenly reciprocated Tala's feelings! Perhaps Yanaba had simply jumped at the opportunity to visit old friends. Her presence in the summer village probably had nothing to do with Tala, and knowing Yatokya, he had probably been teasing her for the hell of it.

Standing there, Tala suddenly felt like a fool, as if Yatokya had dangled something delicious over her head and had laughed with delight at her disappointment when she couldn't reach it. She hugged her breasts and remembered for the first time that she was naked as well. What would she look like coming to Yanaba like this?

Tala was hugging herself and turning away when she heard the curtain down the hall rustling. Panicking, Tala dove into Yanaba's room and pressed her back to the wall. She listened a beat. There was movement in the corridor, then all was still again.

Tala caught her breath and glanced around. She went very still when she noticed Yanaba lying on the narrow bed. The room was small, if not still beautifully decorated. Yanaba was lying on top of the sheets, the top one lined in white bear fur. Tala's heart leapt to realize she was half-dressed. Her breasts were wrapped in a bandeau top not unlike the many Tala herself often wore, but everything from the waist down . . . was naked. Yanaba lay on her side with her thighs pressed together, and Tala could see the bulge of her pussy lips between them. Her tail curled and flopped against the sheets as she dreamt, sleeping peacefully with her cheek on her arm.

Tala came to the bed as if drawn to it. She stood over Yanaba and sighed. Beautiful Yanaba, with her silver fur and small, pretty face. Irresistible Yanaba, with her long curly mane and narrow waist. She had grown to become more lovely than Tala could have hoped for. Her cleavage was practically bursting from her top and shivered with her slightest movement. Tala watched her slender, naked belly flexing as she breathed and wanted to lick it. She thought about the pussy lips bulging between Yanaba's thighs and wanted to lick them too. Before she could stop it, her shemale cock elongated.

"Oh . . . ahh . . . no!" Tala whispered. She looked down, green eyes panicking. But she looked back at Yanaba lying there half-naked, and she slowly took her cock in paw.

As Tala stood there stroking, Yanaba breathed hard and turned on her back. Her curls cascaded around her face, her breasts heaved behind the fabric of her top. She turned her face away and sighed in her sleep, revealing her long neck and the flexing flesh near her collarbone. Tala swallowed hard, and very carefully, she pulled down Yanaba's top . . . until those high tits jiggled free.

Tala bit her lip. Yanaba's tits were perfect. The nipples were as pink as her nose, and the shape was plump and round, the areolas small. And what was more . . . they were huge. Perky and huge. As Tala was touching herself, she stared with narrowed eyes at those huge tits. Eventually, she broke down and reached out. Yanaba frowned in her sleep and Tala froze, petrified. But the princess of the sun only sighed and continued to sleep. Relieved, Tala leaned down and closed her paw for the first time on a tit. Her dick almost erupted.

"Down," Tala whispered to her penis. "Calm . . . calm . . . Oh god, so soft . . ." As if she couldn't stop, she sat on the edge of the bed, and after hesitating, she leaned down . . . and tasted Yanaba's nipple.

The first suck made Yanaba's lips part in a moan. Tala was amazed when she didn't wake. She closed her eyes and continued to suck as her other paw flexed and sank in the softness of Yanaba's other tit. Suddenly feeling bold, her lips traveled down and down, down that trembling belly, down to the thighs that she gently pried apart.

Yanaba's sex was splayed in Tala's face, pink and swollen and pulsing with arousal. The first lick made them both moan. Tala sighed. Yanaba's pussy was hot and soft and wet . . . and squirming. She wondered what it was like to be inside but knew she would never get away with that. Suddenly feeling very guiltily, she pulled Yanaba's top back over her breasts, covering them again in the bandeau cloth. She started to close Yanaba's thighs again but paused to lick her pussy a second time. Mm. She wanted that taste to stay on her tongue . . . as long as it could.

Yanaba's lashes fluttered, and becoming frantic, Tala closed her thighs and scrambled up. She closed her eyes, willing her cock to soften into a clit again. It did, and she quickly left the room. She did not know that in the room behind her, Yanaba suddenly awoke and sat breathless and blushing, cupping her groped breasts and confused by her burning arousal.

Out in the hall, Tala almost screamed when someone grabbed her by the arm. It took her a second to realize it was Yatokya. He was furious. He dragged her up the hall to his room, and she protested in a hiss all the way. He shoved her through the curtain and she staggered into the guestroom he had been given. Like Yanaba's, it contained a single narrow bed and a few ornate furnishings.

Yatokya entered behind Tala and jerked the curtain shut. "Please tell me," he said angrily, "that you did not just molest my sister in her sleep!"

Tala blushed miserably. "What did you do? Stand outside listening!"

Yatokya scowled. "First you rape me. Then you molest Yanaba! If you were a male, I'd kill you. As it is," he glanced up and down her in disgust, "I don't know what you are!"

Tala's breasts heaved. "Let me by."

Yatokya stood in the doorway. "I'm not finished."

"I don't care! I said move - or I'll move you!"

"No," he snarled, charging toward her. "You will listen to me, to every word! You think I'm afraid of you, little shemale? I'm not!"

Being a sun wolf, Yatokya was as tall as his father, and though he towered over Tala, they were almost nose to nose, for he leaned down in her face, regarding her coldly. Looking up at him, Tala silently admitted to herself that he had every right to be angry. She backed away and sat on the bed.

Yatokya folded his arms and nodded, as if to say, "Damn straight."

"Now you will listen to me," Yatokya said, pacing the room, "because after your antics tonight, both of us are in deep shit. Luckily for us, my father thinks we are in love and that I simply allowed you to . . ." He cleared his throat. "No one outside my family knows you're . . ."

"Shemale," Tala finished for him coldly.

Yatokya nodded. "And if our village found out . . . our council members saw what happened to me. They know I've been raped."

"My father is already working out how to handle it," Tala said miserably, tiredly. "I'm sure he'll talk to your father about it tomorrow. Is this all you wanted?"

Yatokya halted and looked at her. "Oh, I'm so sorry to inconvenience you with my raped ass!" he almost shouted. "And with my confused and molested sister who has no doubt been emotionally disturbed by your touching!"

Tala averted her eyes.

"Please, don't bother to ask me how I'm holding up either, after having endured your relentless pounding!"

"Yato . . ."

"If we are to survive this ordeal, you must get it through your head that Yanaba does not love you! She can not!"

Tala swallowed hard, willing herself not to cry.

"You must let my sister go, goddamn you. Yan is too sweet and too nice to tell you to back off, so I will do it for her." He halted and glared at Tala as he growled, "Back off!"

Tala folded her arms miserably. "This is half your fault, you know! You made me think she wanted to see me, that she finally . . . felt the way I did."

Yatokya turned away. "I did no such thing."

"You did! You told me she had come here and let me believe that perhaps she had come for me . . ."

"Stop deluding yourself. It's sad. Your obsession with my sister is sad, Thing. It always was."

Tala bristled. "Do not call me that!"

Arms still folded, Yatokya smirked at her. "Or what? You'll rape me again?"

Suddenly furious, Tala lunged up from the bed and slammed Yatokya by the neck to the wall. She slammed him so hard, some of the wall chipped off at his shoulder, and he grunted in pain as his mane tumbled in his eyes. They glared at each other breathlessly for a beat. Then something in Yatokya's eyes softened, and Tala was surprised when he started to touch her face. She abruptly turned away, and she heard the hard edge in his voice when he spoke again.

"She'll never love you, Thing."

"She could."

"No . . . Yanaba is straight."