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Chapter 14: Pleasure Island

"Kilyan, I just realized something," said Keeno. "Do we even know how the hell to get back home?"

Kilyan and Keeno were adrift at sea in a dory, hunched over on benches, enjoying some of the food they'd stolen away with. True to his word, when Keeno and Tyne were brought back to the slaves' hut after a long night of entertaining the chief and chieftess, Aren had helped them escape. He carried first Kilyan and then Keeno from the slave hut under the pretense that he was going to empty their bowels once again with the pump. But he took them each to the village wall instead, and after cutting their wrists free, he bid them to climb it, then head west for the docks.

"You know, you owe me a major kiss for this," Aren had said, grabbing Kilyan's tail playfully as he was turning away.

Kilyan looked back with a half-smile and nodded. "Right. You'll probably get in a lot of trouble for this."

"God, I hope so," said Aren, pulling Kilyan close. "They haven't whipped me in a long time. I kind of miss it."

Kilyan laughed softly and realized that he was in Aren's arms, his chest was pressed to Aren's, and Aren was peering down at him in the darkness with a sad expression in the brown eyes. His ears went flat on his head and he leaned his mouth down very close, until their lips were almost touching.

"Pucker up," Aren whispered, his lips brushing against Kilyan's.

Kilyan closed his eyes and felt himself squeezed tight in Aren's big arms as the huge wolf's tongue caressed its way between his lips. Aren's paws cupped Kilyan's buttocks and squeezed them as the kiss continued, deep and wet and hungry. When Aren pulled back, Kilyan was trembling and blushing.

"Get outta here," Aren whispered in Kilyan's ear and gave his cheek a kiss.

Kilyan smiled at Aren, then he hurried up and over the wall and didn't hear when Aren whispered, "Before you break my heart."

Now it was nighttime, almost dawn, and Kilyan and Keeno had been rowing steadily all night, trying their damnedest to put the moon village behind them. They had almost been captured by a sailor who spotted them unlashing the dory from the side of the ship. But they got to paddling at once, and were shocked when no one pursued them. A few daggers were hurled from the ship but fell dismally short and only sank in the water. Kilyan couldn't help but laugh when Keeno twisted around to wave sarcastically at the cursing sailors. And now here they were, drifting in the darkness before dawn, tired after a long night of rowing.

"If we just travel north," Kilyan said, "we should find our way. We should be able to follow the stars."

"Yeah, I know. But everything seems a little different out at sea. I feel . . . overwhelmed by the sky," Keeno said, his dark eyes traveling over the stars. "And it makes it seem so easy to lose your way."

"We've already lost our way," muttered Kilyan and took a bitter bite of a stolen hunk of bread.

Keeno peered across the little dory at Kilyan's face, his dark eyes saddened to see the gloom in Kilyan's eyes. "Worried about your dad, huh? Kel is strong, Kilyan. He was always one of the toughest warriors out there. I bet you never knew this, but I was scared shitless of your dad for the longest time. Me, scared of your dad when my dad's a real hard-ass."

They looked at each other and laughed, thinking of all the time's Yzlo had whipped Keeno for the smallest offenses.

"So what did you do to Aren to make him help us?" Keeno asked before tipping back their stolen canteen. It was filled with juice, not water, and Kilyan saw it stain Keeno's tan chin. "I mean, goddamn, Kilyan. First Tyne, then Aren. If you were a tail chaser, you'd never have a problem getting ass."

Kilyan laughed. "Well, it wasn't like that. I didn't have to sleep with Aren or anything. I think . . . I think we kind of became friends."

Keeno's eyebrows shot up. "Never saw that coming. I thought you hated Aren. I still remember the way he kissed you when we first came to the moon village. You looked like you wanted to kill him, I could tell. Your body went all tense. And, hell, if he did that to me I probably would've felt the same."

"Yeah, I did hate him at first. But he's actually really nice. He's just very . . . flirtatious. Affectionate. He likes to mess around, you know, he's playful. He loves his life with the chieftess and he loves pleasing her. I guess he knew that embarrassing me would please her. And I think he just wanted an excuse to kiss me on the mouth."

"I noticed," said Keeno with a laugh. "In the garden when I was . . . you know."

Kilyan nodded. How could he forget? The sight of poor Keeno bound to that statue, the stone cock in his ass, that drugging flower in his teeth. And Keeno's cock had been so painfully hard, tortured as it was by the servants who kept toying with it as they walked by.

"I saw the way he looked when he fucked you," Keeno went on. "There was something more than lust there. I guess I shouldn't be surprised: Tyne fell in love with you too, didn't he?" Keeno chuckled and shook his head, tearing off a hunk of the bread and eating it.

"What exactly did you and Tyne have to do for the chief and chieftess?" Kilyan asked, wondering if he really wanted to know. He wasn't sure he did.

"Oh, god. Just count yourself lucky you belonged to the chieftess. The chief is a real asshole. I kinda felt sorry for Tyne. I mean, he smacks Tyne on the ass all the time, barks orders at him, and if he doesn't do things fast enough, he gets raped really hard in the ass. I mean, it was painful just watching that shit. And the sad thing was, the chief was using me to give Tyne difficult tasks that he knew he couldn't do. Like, he put all these golden rings around my cock. And then he expected Tyne to get the rings off with his lips alone and never drop them once. That was impossible. Tyne was so scared to begin with that his lips were trembling, and then he would drop a ring and the chief would rape him. He'd be crying and the chieftess would be laughing and he'd be all but limping across the floor when he crawled back to me to try again. And really, all I had to do was sit there with a hard dick and let him do things to me. He had to suck my dick for about half an hour for the chief's pleasure. That was nice."

Kilyan laughed at Keeno's dreamy smile.

"I pretended Tyne was Zalia sucking me off and I just kept coming again and again -- sometimes on Tyne's face. The chieftess loved that."

Kilyan shook his head. "You know, I kind of feel sorry for Tyne. All of this because he tried to help us. He felt really bad about kidnapping us, especially when I told him about my boys. And . . . Dad."

"Oh, don't feel sorry for Tyne," said Keeno, rolling his eyes. "He may have been passed out from all that fucking when we left, but I think he likes it deep down. It hurts to get raped in the ass the way he was, but he loves it when the chief rewards him. He would kiss Tyne and even suck his dick or jerk him off. And Tyne would just be moaning. I wanted to look away from all this, of course, but the first time I tried to, the chieftess hit me with that stupid scepter. I think I almost leapt up and snapped it in half. I wanted to. But luckily, Tyne was told to suck my dick again and I let it go."

"Thank god. That would've been awful. She might have punished you and then we wouldn't have been able to escape."

"Yeah. I can't keep a cool head like you, Kilyan. I would've hated myself if we couldn't get away because I lost it on the chieftess."

"If you're going to hate anyone, hate me. All of this . . . this is my fault."

"Will you shut up with that already," groaned Keeno, rolling his eyes again. "I'm not mad at you!" He reached across and ruffled Kilyan's mane affectionately, and Kilyan laughingly slapped him off.

They would have happily continued this play fighting, but the dory rocked up over a low wave. They clutched the sides of the dory as it wobbled back down again. The bottom of the boat scraped sand and they slid ashore.

Kilyan twisted around. They had washed up on an island. The jungle pressed in against the shore, a jumble of vines and towering palm trees. And nestled in the gloom of the trees on the very edge of this jungle were massive stones standing twelve feet in height and carved with the faces of scowling wolves.

"What . . . the . . . fuck?" whispered Keeno, sitting shocked in the dory. "Time to go. Those rocks over there are freaking me the hell out."

But Kilyan was climbing from the boat.

"Kilyan!" Keeno hissed. "Kilyan, get back here -- let's get out of here before something swoops down and eats us. Or fucks us, considering the past few days. Kilyan!"

But Kilyan kept walking. He saw a cluster of large rocks standing along the distant shore. These rocks were smaller and un-carved and they stood bare in a pool of moonlight. A figure was seated on the rocks, and as Kilyan drew closer, he realized it was a female with her back to him, that she seemed to be crying. She was a white wolf and her fur practically glowed in the moonlight. She had a single black stripe cutting down her back, and her fluffy tail twitched in agitation where it lay on the rock beside her. Her mane was braided and woven with feathers and beads, pulled back into a single braid so that Kilyan could see the side of her face.

Standing there gazing up at the female, Kilyan heard Keeno come pounding up behind him. Keeno grabbed his arm.

"Let's get out of here, Kilyan!" he hissed, pulling.

Kilyan snatched himself free. "But there's a female and she's hurt --"

"Whoa, whoa -- are you listening to yourself?"

"Keeno!" Kilyan looked at his friend as if he couldn't believe his lack of compassion, then he started forward, but Keeno grabbed his arm again.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Keeno hissed. "Do you remember what happened the last time we approached a female? Rape. Fondling. Abject humiliation. I'm not getting another fist in my ass, Kilyan!"

But Kilyan only snatched himself free again, and Keeno groaned as he watched his friend approach the female. Kilyan climbed the rocks carefully, calling out to the female, who started when he drew close and looked around. She was lovely. Her high, white breasts and their sharp pink nipples, her narrow waist, and that pretty round face with those black eyes. But . . . something was wrong here. Kilyan saw something rise in her lap, a movement that was a white blaze in the corner of his eye. His eyes went from her face to her lap and he froze: she had a penis. And not only that, she had a pussy too! Kilyan could see the large pink lips underneath, gushing with her juices in her sudden desire for him.

The female smiled at Kilyan's shock. She grabbed his neck with a strength that frightened him and pulled his face to hers in a kiss. Her hard cock nudged him as she drew close, moaning and giggling as she thrust her tongue against his. Alarmed now, Kilyan scrambled down from the rock and told Keeno to run. But no sooner had he reached the sand than he realized more of the females were emerging from the trees. Lovelies all of them, but like the one sitting on the rocks, they had penises as well vaginas and there wasn't a one of them that wasn't hard with desire. Kilyan ran to Keeno's side, and the two of them stood back to back as they were surrounded.

"Kilyan?"

"Huh?"

"Remember when I said I wasn't mad at you before?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I'm mad now!" Keeno snarled, and before Kilyan realized what had happened, Keeno had tackled him to the ground. They wrestled wildly, sand tossing as each struggled against the other, until they found themselves dragged back by their manes.

Kilyan knelt there breathless after his brief struggle with Keeno, and the pain in his scalp felt like a burn as his head was jerked back by the mane and he was forced to stare at the sky. He could see the rigid cock of the female who was holding his mane tangled in her fist, could see the undersides of her jutting breasts and her face as she peered down at him between them. Her fur was such a pale silver that it was almost white, but her ears were black. She grinned abruptly at Kilyan, then rammed her cock in his mouth.

Kilyan grunted, sputtering over the cock as it was rammed in and out against his lips, that little paw still clutching a fistful of his mane and jerking his head back and forth over the cock. He wanted to struggle, but other females held his arms behind his back -- and, god, they were strong! So strong it was scary. And there were so many of them! He could smell them everywhere, surrounding him, laughing at his helplessness as he sucked this cock now of his own free will. But he couldn't help himself: the female's cock was delicious, like the juices of a pussy. He sucked away at it with his eyes closed, and when he heard the grunting nearby, he knew Keeno was doing the same with hungry abandon. Why did her cock taste so sweet? Kilyan couldn't stop himself sucking it. And then he was rubbing his paws up and down her shapely little thighs, squeezing them, caressing them, until his fingers explored behind this cock to find the pussy. God, she was wet. He slid his fingers inside and caressed her and she squirmed, the other females giggled, and then he felt them touching him everywhere, massaging his shoulders, kissing his mane. One of the females knelt down behind him. He felt her sharp little breasts nudging his back. And then she was reaching around, she was stroking his cock. Kilyan groaned. God, yes. He'd been yearning to be touched there by a female for so long!

The female he was sucking put her paws on his shoulders and groaned, and he knew when her stomach pressed against him that her head had fallen back. He sucked away at her faster, loving the taste of her, the little sounds she made, and loving the feel of that other female's little paws on his cock, stroking, caressing. He loved her whispers in his ear. What was that language? Whatever she was saying, her voice was utterly sexy. It made him groan and throb even harder. But when she had finished whispering, Kilyan suddenly felt her cock in his ass. He stiffened as she thrust inside of him, wider and thicker than any male he was yet to feel, and he rocked forward from the pain, but suddenly . . . he didn't care. He felt as if he was in a daze with all these females caressing him, kissing him, and his fingers sliding in and out of this juicy pussy with its swollen lips. He sucked harder on the sweet cock and the female gave a little scream and dug her nails in his shoulders. God, why did she taste so sweet? He closed his paws over her plump little buttocks and squeezed, pulling her hips toward him and her cock deeper in his mouth until his slobber spilled over. Her tail flickered up at this. She liked it -- he could tell when her cock throbbed harder in his mouth. He liked it too and he pulled her hips toward him again. She moaned, her fingers stroking now at his mane.

The female behind him started ramming him hard. God, it hurt. Kilyan felt the tears pouring and shivered when the females licked them away. Females, his ass. These were shemales! He rocked under this sudden pounding but could not stop sucking on that sweet cock, squeezing these soft ass cheeks, exploring this tight, gushing pussy. And the more he was caressed and fucked, the more he sucked and squeezed and touched, the more of a sweet daze he found himself in until the pleasure was so delicious he thought he'd never come down to earth.

And even in the very height of this pleasure, Kilyan felt more pain when yet another cock was inserted in his ass. God, no, now there were two! He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on the pussy he was fingering, on the fondling that was happening with such slow skill to his cock. He could hear Keeno somewhere grunting and groaning as he was too was no doubt raped and he realized suddenly that he was grunting too, grunting as these cocks slammed into his ass again and again. And he was sucking breathlessly on the cock, pulling it now with such wild abandon that the shemale was screaming as passionately as if he could have been fucking her in the pussy. But the shemales raping him in the ass grew wild now. They grunted and moaned, even screamed as they rammed into him.

Kilyan sputtered as the shemale came in his mouth. Her juices were sweet and thick, like the juices of a pussy. He swallowed eagerly, and she withdrew, allowing him to fall forward in the sand as the two shemales raping his ass kept up their merciless pounding. Kilyan lay beneath them groaning in agony. He started bucking and squirming, but two shemales laughed and held down his arms with that baffling strength that all the shemales seemed to possess. He lay there helpless, taking this brutal pounding that was coming down as hard on him as if he was being raped by two males. Dizziness overcame him, and he was fucked so hard that he passed out.

When Kilyan awoke some hours later, he knew it was high noon. He opened his eyes groggily, his head swimming as the world rocked. He felt the heat on the air like a blast and knew his fur was plastered to his body from sweating. Something hard was pressed into the back of his head and shoulders. It felt like bars, and when his head cleared and the world stopped spinning, he realized he was in a swinging cage high up in a tree -- a cage made of bones. Kilyan sat bolt upright and the cage swung again, creaking so hard that he forced himself to sit still until it stopped. He clutched the bars and peered out. He was hanging from a tree in what appeared to be the square of a village. Beyond the open space that formed the square, he could see little huts smoking, curtains drawn aside in doorways, more of the shemales lazing about with braided manes, feathers wound in them. Some of them were even wearing bones. They chattered to each other in their quick language and glanced up and giggled when they saw Kilyan awake but otherwise took no notice of him.

Kilyan blinked. Females with dicks. Even when their dicks were soft they looked monstrous. He shivered just thinking about them in his ass again and backed away from the bars.

"About time," said an anxious voice.

Kilyan looked over his shoulder to see Keeno sitting slumped in a similar cage of bones. His cage swung from the next branch, and Kilyan could see that his fur was plastered to his body with sweat not only from being raped hours ago but also from the heat of the day. His tan mane was limp in his eyes. One of his legs was drawn up and he was resting his elbow on it, watching Kilyan with miserably.

"Keeno!"

Kilyan leaned against his bars and slipped his arm through, reaching out. Keeno did the same until their paws were nearly touching. They reached for each other, their cages rocking, their paws flailing, until their fingers tangled at last and they held on to each other. They peered sadly into each other's faces.

"I'm sorry I jumped you like that," Keeno whispered. He reached his other arm through and clapped his other paw over their clasped paws. "It's just -- I'm so fucking scared! Have you looked at these cages? They're made of bones -- wolf bones!"

Kilyan felt his blood run cold. "Oh, god, Keeno, I'm so sorry I dragged you into this shit! I --"

"Kilyan, I'd rather be here about to die at your side than let my best friend go through this alone," cut Keeno across him. "It's just, we gotta get the fuck out of here! They're freaking cannibals --"

"But they might not eat us," Kilyan said. "Not right away. I mean, they seem to like fucking us."

". . . What are you saying?" Keeno said slowly, watching Kilyan intently.

"The only thing that's going to save us is our dicks, that's what I'm saying. If we give them pleasure --"

"Kilyan! Are you insane! Look at them!" Keeno cried shrilly, and his paws over Kilyan's paw grew tight enough to draw blood. "They don't need us to give them pleasure -- they've got all the goods! They can fuck each other and then some --"

"But we don't have all the goods, Keeno, and they seem to like that! I mean, we're males - actual males. That seems to arouse them. That first one I met? When she looked at me her dick went straight up. All their dicks went up. So all we have to do is make them want to keep us around --"

"What, you mean act like their sex slaves? I'd rather go on the menu first," said Keeno bitterly, and Kilyan knew he was thinking of the night before when they'd been raped so brutally on the beach.

"Keeno, it's our only hope. They won't eat us if they decide we're worth keeping around to fuck. And in the meant time, we can look for a way to escape --"

Kilyan broke off. The shemales pointed up at them and started jabbering. One stood under the cages with a long stick, and Kilyan and Keeno hastily let go of each other as the stick smacked at their clasped paws. Their cages swung apart again, spinning violently on the ropes. Kilyan clutched at his bars, pressing his back to them as his head swam again. He could hear the shemales chattering violently, and then he realized his cage was being lowered. The ropes were creaking as he started dropping down, the cage pausing to shake, then dropping a few feet more. Kilyan sat very still, his heart hammering in his chest.

The rope gave away a few feet from the ground and Kilyan's cage crashed down. He sat there panting, clutching the bars, and saw the shemales crowding around. Their smells were overwhelming, and he realized it was the scent of their cocks and pussies combined. To his surprise, they had feathers -- great long black feathers -- and giggling wildly, they started poking them into the bars. Kilyan was perplexed by this and could only flinch or give out an involuntary laugh as the feathers caressed the small of his back, his underarms, his thighs. And the feathers were everywhere. There was no escaping them. He heard Keeno laughing and moaning nearby and realized Keeno's cage had been lowered as well, that a crowd of shemales were pressed around him, applying the same maddening torture.

Then something happened that made Kilyan grow very still: the feathers started caressing his penis! He quickly scooted back against the bars and covered himself, but the feathers still reached him. The feathers slipped between his fingers to stroke his penis, poking, rubbing against him, and he groaned as he started getting hard. Kilyan looked miserably at his tormentors. Their slanted eyes peered through the bars and every pair was directed at his crouch. He realized suddenly that though they had penises themselves, they were fascinated by his! And maybe if he gave them what they wanted -- for him to get hard before their very eyes -- it would better serve toward his survival.

Holding back a blush, Kilyan took his paws away and the shemales seemed pleased. He heard many of them cry "Ahhhhh!" in delight and they pressed even closer to the bars. They grinned at him and fluttered their long lashes, the bones around their necks clanking, their high little breasts shivering as they fought for a closer view. Some of them wore bones pierced in their ears, through their noises, or woven in their manes. Some of them even had little bones pierced through their tongues.

Kilyan recognized the silver shemale with the black ears who had raped his mouth the night before and his cock stood erect just looking at her. She was squatting very close to him, her eyes peering hungrily at his cock, her own cock hard. She was clutching the bars, and seeing Kilyan staring, she opened her thighs slowly and deliberately until that pink pussy and its lips peeled open to reveal just how gushing and swollen they were from looking at him. Kilyan stared at those pussy lips and felt his dick throb. The shemales giggled.

Seeing Kilyan's obvious desire, the black eared shemale's lips spread slowly in a smile and she thrust her great cock through the bars at him. Kilyan closed his paw slowly around her shaft and could not take his eyes off her when she shuddered. She did it slowly : she lifted her chin, her dark eyes became hooded, and her sweet little lips parted in a moan. Kilyan stroked her cock now, loving when she arched her back and sighed, but he really wanted to get at her pussy. She was such a pretty little thing and smaller than the others, though just as strong. Kilyan had not forgotten the way she'd jerked him around by the mane the night before.

Other shemales thrust their hard cocks through the bars too, and Kilyan, not wanting to displease any of them, stroked each throbbing dick until it erupted. He blushed when he realized what a good job he was doing: the shemales were fighting now to get their cocks through the bars. Kilyan was soon overwhelmed with big dicks dripping with pre-cum as they prodded their way inside, overwhelmed by their shrill little crying screams. He was down to stroking two at a time while he sucked another before he heard a loud yell. All the shemales jabbered what were obvious complaints and drew back.

Kilyan looked up and realized his little Black Ears had barked for the others to back off. She smiled at Kilyan, and he smiled back, not knowing why. For some reason, she seemed to like him, and he liked her too. He wanted to touch her pussy again and made this known by slipping his paw through the bars. She squatted again in front of him, and as he slipped his fingers inside of her, he knew the others were watching sulkily. She clutched the bars and gave a little cry of ecstasy. Kilyan watched with quiet hunger as her perky little breasts heaved, blushed, and heaved again, the sharp nipples jutting harder the deeper he caressed her. Her pussy juices gushed over his fingers and he was shocked when her dick erupted as well. She thrust it through the bars at him and he sucked her juices gladly away from the head of that great cock. Her cock always tasted so sweet -- just like a pussy.

Black Ears withdrew her cock and knelt down, clutching the bars as she jabbered at Kilyan in her strange language. Whatever she was saying, Kilyan knew it was something seductive: her eyebrow was cocked provocatively and her dark eyes flashed with lust. She smiled at him, then reached between the bars and cupped his chin lovingly. Kilyan sighed and felt an ache in his heart. She reminded him so much of his silver Ohana! Maybe that was why he liked her.

Black Ears must've seen the sadness in Kilyan's eyes, for she looked at him sympathetically. Then her dark eyes darted to his penis -- which was rigidly hard -- and she smiled at him. Kilyan saw her take a black feather from her braided mane, and reaching through the bars, she started stroking his cock with it. Kilyan sat back and moaned. Ah, this was delicious. This was too much, these light, gentle strokes slowly building him toward an orgasm. He felt the other shemales crowding around as his moans and whimpers intensified, and then biting his lip, Kilyan felt himself release. He slouched there against the bars, panting for breath, and Black Ears beckoned to him. Kilyan looked at her and knew she wanted him to thrust his soft penis out for her to lick. He groaned inside because he knew the second she licked him, he would just get hard all over again. But how could he say no to her? He had no desire to become another bone necklace.

Kilyan shuffled over, and kneeling in front of Black Ears, he pressed his belly to the bars and felt her licking at his soft cock. She even slipped her tongue through and licked at his thighs. His cock was hard again in seconds. He clutched the bars, looking down on her as she licked him, and bit his lip in his distress. Black Ears glanced up and laughed at Kilyan's suffering green eyes. She gestured to the other shemales, and when she withdrew, they all followed her, going back to their huts, their lounging and chattering.

Still kneeling and gazing after Black Ears, Kilyan saw her enter a large hut standing at the far corner of the village square. Ah, so Black Ears was someone important. Their leader? Chieftess? No, she seemed too young. Little Black Ears was probably seventeen, around the age of a wolf at their first mating season. She must've been the daughter of the leader of these shemales. But . . . where was this leader? Kilyan was yet to see another shemale as commanding as his Black Ears.

His mind racing with these thoughts, Kilyan sat back against the bars of his cage and realized for the first time that Keeno was gasping in the cage beside him, his back against the bars, his tongue even hanging out. It was such a comical sight that Kilyan laughed without meaning to. He was glad when Keeno grinned.

"Goddamn. Maybe you were right, Kilyan. Getting my dick sucked and stroked with feathers is ten times better than boiling in one of their pots."

Kilyan laughed. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Don't get too comfortable, Keeno. They might just decide to rape us again tonight."

They looked at each other and cringed.

"So what do you think?" Keeno whispered, brushing his mane back from his eyes. "Is it possible to escape this place? Or are we doomed?"

Kilyan lifted his eyebrows. "You're asking me?"

"Well, yeah! You're the one who always gets us away. Someone always falls in love with you -- lord knows why -- and then they help us escape. Did any of those shemales like you in particular?"

"That one with the black ears," answered Kilyan, staring at the large hut again. He saw smoke rising from a hole in the ceiling, yellow bones hanging like wind chimes from the roof. "She was silver with black ears. Kind of small." Kilyan sighed sadly. "She reminded me so much of my Ohana. That same boldness, that wild spirit."

"Figures," said Keeno, rolling his eyes. "Well, maybe we can use her feelings for you to get away. You should flirt with her, act like you really want her. Then one night when you're alone with her and she falls asleep, you could come back here and let me out. We could take off."

"If the boat's still there. For all we know, they destroyed it."

"What if we got away from their village, escaped into the jungle, made a raft. Anything. I have to go home, Kilyan! I can't live without Zalia! And Enya needs me --"

"I know, Keeno, I know," whispered Kilyan. He closed his eyes sadly and rested his forehead against the bars.

Seeing Kilyan's misery, Keeno's ears went back flat on his head and he stared at his lap.

"Hey, Kil?"

Kilyan looked up. Keeno was kneeling and clutching the bars, smiling at him sadly.

"We'll get out of this together, okay? And if we don't? You were always like a brother to me -- my annoying little brother. I'm gonna miss laughing at you."

Kilyan smiled. "I'll miss being laughed at by you!"

They reached through their bars again, scooted their cages closer together, and grasped paws.