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The Last Shemale Queen

_A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste _

Horse Power

Chapter 25

Tala was not prepared for what lay beyond the gate. None of them were. When they stepped through the gateway, it was to find themselves facing a great lake, in the center of which a magnificent palace reached its sparkling towers to the sky. The golden dusk reflected on the water like glass, breathtaking in its serenity. Dusk upon dusk. Mist rolled across the lake and up through the reeds, and in the sky, the approaching moon was incredibly large - so much so that Tala thought she could have reached out and touched it. The air was cool and gentle, caressing their fur and ruffling it like a lover's touch.

"My god . . ." Tala heard her mother whisper.

"Finally," Nizhoni said breathlessly. She suddenly grinned. "Finally!"

Tala saw Zyanya glare at her back.

"But how do we get to it?" Achai wondered, his green eyes fixed in awe on the distant palace.

A soft snort made them all look around. Tala stiffened: a unicorn was sitting in a ferry, holding the pole as he calmly regarded them. He was dark brown, with the slender, muscular body of a boy. It took Tala a moment to realize he was a boy: he might have been fourteen. His long black mane and silky tail picked up in the sudden gust, and his bright gray eyes smiled at them through the tendrils of mane that slapped his face. From his back sprouted a pair of black wings, glossy in the golden dusk, and from his forehead . . . a spiraled horn, black and winking on its tip each time he moved. He set one black hoof on the side of the boat, which caused his legs to splay, revealing the huge bulge in the black skirt that hugged his hips. He looked at them . . . and slowly smiled.

"I guess that's our boat," Tala said breathlessly. But she couldn't move. She was looking at a unicorn!

"Let's go," Nizhoni said. Her voice was trembling.

They approached the boat, and as they drew near, the young unicorn clomped to his hooves. He stood, watching quietly as they climbed inside. Then without a word, he pushed them off from the shore.

Tala sat very still, too frightened to say a word as she clutched Yatokya tight to her chest. She could see the others were nervous as well. They had stepped into some magical place, which seemed to be another world entirely. They did not know what was going to happen to them - or if the unicorns would even help. What if they were turned away? What if the unicorns sneered on them the way the Greater had? But looking at the boy who steered the ferry, Tala got the feeling the unicorns were a lot more down-to-earth.

"You were waiting for us," Nizhoni finally spoke up.

Tala was surprised when the unicorn boy answered, "How did you get here, vixen bitch?" His voice was calm but there was the slightest hint of malice - just enough malice that Nizhoni bit her lip and bowed her head.

"How did she get here, oh Exalted One?" the unicorn boy said, and this time, he looked at Tala, his gray eyes soft with affection.

Tala was startled by the affection in those eyes, by the words he had just spoken to her. Exalted One? "The Greater let me by," she answered. "My husband. . . . he is dying."

The unicorn boy's ear flicked and his silky mane whipped on the sudden breeze as he nodded. "She is only to let the worthy through. The vixen bitch should have stayed behind." He lifted the pole again, stabbing it down harder. His tight body flexed in the soft light of dusk, and Tala saw Achai and Zyanya swallow hard.

Nizhoni winced.

". . . what do you mean?" Tala said slowly.

The unicorn boy smiled at her, his white teeth revealed in his long face. "Exalted One . . . do you even yet understand? She used you to get here."

Seleste stiffened. "She what!"

Sitting beside Achai, Nizhoni kept her head down and clutched her knees tight, as if she thought she could disappear.

"How did she use me!" Tala demanded of the unicorn. She looked at Nizhoni. "Tell me!"

"Zhoni," Achai said, looking at the fox with wide eyes. "Say it's not true!"

Nizhoni said nothing.

"Answer!" Tala growled. "If I wasn't holding Yato, I'd --"

"Tala," Seleste scolded softly. "Let her explain." She looked at Nizhoni. "Zhoni, please . . . what is he talking about?"

Nizhoni took a trembling breath. "I found where the Gates of Vi'sune were - after so many years!" Her eyes widened and she held out her paws imploringly. "I went all the way to those gates in the mountains only to discover that I couldn't get in - I needed Tala to open the doors!" She looked at Tala defiantly. "So I went back to get you, to ask for your help --"

"Ask!" Tala shouted with an angry heave of her breasts. "And when you returned, it was to find us on the ice! You told me Yatokya could be saved and for what? To get me to open those doors! So you could come here!"

"She could have helped your husband herself," Zyanya said quietly. "She needed you to believe she could not . . ."

Nizhoni's ears flattened. She bowed her head and said nothing.

Tala glared at the top of the vixen's white mane. "You played with Yato's life! You played with his life to get here! He could have died --"

"But he didn't!" Nizhoni snapped, lifting her head again. Her eyes were blazing. She waved a paw at Yatokya's limp body. "He's alive! The unicorns will save him!" she practically shrieked.

Tala's breasts heaved again, but before she could yell something back, Seleste spoke up, quietly and calmly, "And what will you get out of this, Nizhoni? What was the point in manipulating us so that you could get here? I gather those fox creatures would not have let you through the gate without Tala either."

Tala looked at her mother. The sympathy and affection were gone from Seleste's face: Nizhoni was no longer her friend. Achai was positively shaking with rage, but he remained silent, biting his lip as he regarded Nizhoni in disbelief. Sitting on the bench beside him, Zyanya rubbed his shoulder soothingly.

"Aayan," Nizhoni whispered at last. Her lip trembled. "I seek Aayan. There are things he needs to know . . ."

Tala laughed coldly. "Had you but asked me, I could have told you where Aayan was! But instead, you led me to believe that I needed to come here, when all you had to do was heal him!" she yelled, and her voice was almost a sob. Sudden tears filled her eyes as she held Yatokya tight to her chest. "Heal him right now!"

Nizhoni shivered and bowed her head miserably.

"She can't," said the unicorn boy calmly. "Not anymore."

Tala looked quickly at Nizhoni. "Is that true?"

"Yes," Nizhoni whispered to her knees. "I lost my magic somewhere in the glass tunnel . . ."

Tala thought back to the day when she had suddenly succumbed to tears, the day when she had given up, believing Yatokya was going to die and there was no saving him. Nizhoni had been so afraid for Yatokya that day . . . and with good reason. Her magic was gone by then.

Tala's green eyes slowly turned on Nizhoni, burning bright with rage. "If Yatokya dies because of you," she said through her fangs, "you die."

Nizhoni swallowed hard and was silent.

The tension the rest of the journey to the palace was palpable. The unicorn boy watched all of them curiously, his gray eyes dancing over Tala and Achai with the same affection that puzzled her. Achai, however, seeming to like the unicorn's staring and blushed a little each time the handsome young stallion looked his way. Zyanya ignored the unicorn entirely. Seleste watched her son's blushing in amusement.

"Is it true?" Seleste said into the silence. "Did you know we were coming?"

"It was foreseen that Tala Peace Bringer would come," was the quiet answer. "I was sent to wait for her. And she came. Right on time."

"So all the unicorns are waiting for us?" Tala wondered. She suddenly dreaded the moment when they would arrive on that distant shore. She peered at the palace, and already, she could see blue lights bobbing near the water. Lanterns.

The unicorn boy looked off at the palace. "His majesty King Eyrrothaz is waiting for the Exalted One. The rest of you will not have an audience."

Seleste glanced at her children anxiously. "What do you mean?"

"You will be taken care of," the unicorn assured her with a smile. "Servants wait at the shore to greet you."

There was silence as the unicorn boy lifted the pole and dipped it again. His strong arms flexed once more, as did the muscles of his belly.

Looking at the unicorn, Achai's chest heaved a little, and he said eagerly, "What's your name?"

The unicorn's gray eyes darted over Achai, amused. "Nelorathax."

"Nelorie . . . Nelorass . . ." tried Achai and blushed.

Zyanya rolled his eyes, and Tala tried not to laugh: Zyanya was clearly jealous of Achai's fascination with the unicorn, even if it was a fascination he shared: whenever he thought no one was looking, Zyanya would eye the unicorn lustily, and his black eyes would burn bright with desire.

"I shall teach you to say it," Nelorathax said, looking away again. "I shall teach you many things."

Tala exchanged glances with her mother.

Night had fallen when they reached the shores of the palace. As Nelorathax had promised, many unicorn servants were waiting on the shore, clad in simple white skirts, with gold jewelry sparkling in their noses and ears. They came in all colors, from white to tawny to blue-gray to black. Some were dappled white and black. Others were brown and white . . . or brown and black. All of them had wings.

Behind the servants, many armed unicorns also stood, clad in white skirts and carrying swords that were no where near as sharp as their spiraled horns.

The wings of the waiting unicorns fluttered happily to see Tala stepping ashore. It was a very warm welcome, and the unicorns seemed ever smiling. "The Exalted One!" was murmured again and again. The sand here was dazzling white as diamonds, and it glittered in the round blue lanterns the servants carried. Blue fire.

Several servants crowded in on Seleste at once, all small and slender females with incredibly long lashes and small, perky tits. They were glad in silky, transparent skirts, and they wrapped a shawl around Seleste, never failing to smooth their paws on her shoulders and arms in wide-eyed fascination. Tala thought that perhaps they had never seen non-unicorns before. They gazed at Seleste in wonder and giggled and whispered in their strange language, their long manes flowing around their faces, their eyes bright with desire. Seleste stood in the midst of them, looking flustered and nervous. They guided her away up the palace stairs, and she glanced back at the others anxiously, but did not protest.

Tala didn't see how her mother could protest. What were they going to do? They were trapped in this world now. They were at the mercy of these creatures, who were - so far - friendly and laughing.

Tala swallowed hard when more little female servants came forward, horns gleaming in the light of their blue lanterns. They looked at Tala with pitying eyes, then held their lanterns high and examined Yatokya. After the examination, they gestured. Two males came forward and gently pried Yatokya from Tala's grasp. Tala's throat tightened as Yatokya was taken from her. A part of her did not want to let go, but she knew he was now in good care. The males placed him on a waiting stretcher and lifted it with great care. They then left with the stretcher, the females in tow, and Tala watched as they went up a flight up steps, hooves clomping, and along a gallery that hugged the side of the palace. Eventually, they disappeared through a distant archway, which was draped in green vines and white flowers.

"Exalted One," a voice whispered.

Tala finally tore her eyes from the distant archway to find two tall males coming toward her. Both of them had blue-gray fur and wore white skirts with blue trim. They were courteous and soft-spoken, offering their bulging arms to her with slight bows. There were swords on their hips, and they were so muscular compared to the others, Tala could only assume they were some sort of warriors, perhaps the palace guard. She glanced back once at Achai and Zyanya, who were standing still on the sand, watching in dismay as she was taken away. Seeing her worried gaze, the brown unicorn Nelorathax placed his paws on the boys' shoulders and smiled, as if to say they would be taken care of.

Tala reluctantly turned her eyes from her brother . . . and jolted when she realized Nizhoni was being fitted with a leash. Nizhoni was shivering and crying as two males fastened the collar on her throat. One squeezed her tit, gently and firmly. He smiled at his friend, then they took her leash and led her after Tala.

Tala's heart leapt: what in the world were they going to do to Nizhoni! She didn't have time to think about it. They entered the palace, traveling up a white corridor that was lined on either side by many unicorn servants. Male and female alike, they were clad in the same transparent white skirts and fell at once to their knees upon seeing Tala.

Tala didn't know what to think. But all thought vanished when they finally entered the throne room. White curtains lined the walls, and servants lazily waving palm leaf fans stood on the dais either side of the throne chair. Tala didn't dare look at the figure seated on the chair. She kept her eyes down as she and her escort stopped before the throne. Tala's escort dropped immediately to their knees, and Tala instinctively followed suit.

"Exalted One," said a delighted voice, "you are welcome here. Most welcome."

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Achai shivered a little when Nelorathax placed his paw on his shoulder and squeezed. The squeeze was gentle and teasing and sent a pleasant tingling through his dick. Beside him, he saw Zyanya straining to ignore the paw on his shoulder, but his dark cock was beginning to stiffen.

"Now you will come with me," Nelorathax said, "and as I told your sister, you will be well taken care of." He gestured with two fingers and two male servants came forward. They closed in on either side as Achai and Zyanya were led away.

As they went along, neither of the boys protested, following the docile leads of Tala and Seleste. Achai could smell the unicorns around them. The three males - including Nelorathax - smelled musky and hot . . . and rough and robust as their bodies. But they were all boys, Achai realized. They couldn't have been any older than fifteen. They were servants of the palace.

They went up a short flight of stairs, the sound of hooves accompanying their steps. They went at a brisk pace across cold, smooth floors. Achai could hear the rush of water, could smell leaves and flowers as they passed through a garden. There was a courtyard with a pavilion, and here, a few unicorns lay about, mostly mares, clad in rich garments as they listened to a servant play the harp.

"Where did they take my mother?" Achai eventually got up the nerve to ask.

"To her own apartments in the palace," Nelorathax answered calmly.

Achai was surprised by how willing Nelorathax was to answer his questions. Feeling braver, he asked another, "And Nizhoni? Why was she leashed!"

"Because bitches wear leashes," Nelorathax answered as calmly as before.

Achai's ears flattened. He thought he had been imagining it before but now he was certain: the unicorns _hated_Nizhoni. But why?

They passed inside a building and through a room that was quiet and cool. Achai was guided to stand beside Zyanya, and the boys stood stiffly together, too nervous to look around. Nelorathax spoke to the other unicorns in the strange language Achai had heard them speaking on the shore, then he could hear the other unicorns retreating. The clomping of their hooves was loud in the silence.

Achai stood very still. He heard Zyanya grunt beside him, then whimper. What was happening! He didn't have to wonder very long: a finger went in his ass. He tried to hold back a whimper and failed when those slender fingers spread.

"Virgins," Nelorathax muttered behind him. He carefully removed his fingers and smoothed Achai's tail down again. "Which is to be expected. How old are you? You. I speak to the little brown one."

Achai blushed a little. He meant him. "We're twelve."

"Twelve," Nelorathax repeated. "I am fourteen. What are your names?"

"I am Achai. He is Zyanya."

Achai waited. He listened nervously as the unicorn's hooves clomped a slow circle around them. He stopped in front of them and regarded them with his ever-calm gray eyes.

"You have never touched each other?" Nelorathax asked.

"That - that is none of your --" Zyanya sputtered at once.

Nelorathax laughed softly. "Everything is my business now. You have been given to me. To train."

Achai swallowed hard. "Train?"

"For his majesty," Nelorathax elaborated slowly. "One day, when you are older, you will serve him. Until then, you will learn from me. And you will do everything I tell you to do. Is that understood?"

Achai trembled. What was going on here? They had come to help Yatokya, and now they were to serve the king here! Beside him, Achai could feel Zyanya's arm shaking against his. He suddenly knew it was too good to be true. They were trapped . . .

"You're afraid," Nelorathax said calmly. "Don't be." They heard his hooves clomp briefly, and then he moaned softly as he sat down. "No one will harm you here. I am next in line to serve his majesty. And when I have moved on to serve him, I will have taught you everything you need to know. And it will be your turn to teach . . ."

Achai took a breath and looked over the unicorn's body. The brown unicorn reclined in a white chair with gold cushions, and behind him, large bay windows opened upon the starry sky. The kingdom of Vi'sune spread away to the horizon, an endless wasteland of towers, buildings, and trees all reaching to the sky.

"Where . . .?" said Zyanya hoarsely as he looked around.

Achai glanced around as well. They were in a room the likes of which he had only ever seen in the palace in Miras Eii. But it was clear at once that the room - which was richly decorated and very beautiful - was still nothing more than a servant's room. There were exactly three beds: a large canopied bed and two narrow ones either side of it. Achai gulped: he and Zyanya would be sleeping in those narrow beds. It was more than obvious that the canopied bed belonged to Nelorathax.

"These are my quarters," Nelorathax answered Zyanya quietly. "You will live here with me."

Achai glanced at Zyanya, who had frowned slightly.

"But why do this to us?" Zyanya demanded. "Why must we . . . I mean, what are we even going to do for your king!"

"Hmm . . ." Nelorathax touched a finger to his lips and smiled.

Achai sighed. He was _soooo_handsome.

"What are you going to do?" Nelorathax repeated. Achai stiffened when the unicorn's gray eyes slid to him. He spread his legs and rubbed his strong thigh. "Come here. Sit on my lap."

Zyanya's throat tightened as Achai started. He came forward, taking in the musk of the strong dark stallion that sat before him. The power in that body, so still, so tight with muscles . . . beside Nelorathax, Achai felt slender and small.

Heart beating furiously, Achai sat on the unicorn's hard thigh. Nelorathax looked at him with soft gray eyes . . . and then kissed him. Achai's cries were muffled behind the kiss. His cries of surprise slowly turned to pleasure. He felt Nelorathax close a careful paw on his penis . . . and then he was massaging it. Slowly. Carefully. Rolling it in his skilled fingers.

Achai pulled his lips away and watched what was happening with his mouth slightly open. He felt all he blood rushing to his penis, and the feeling was overwhelming. He didn't think he stand it. His dick was slowly getting hard, pumping up, swelling larger. Eventually, it became so hard, Nelorathax closed his fist on it.

"A-Ahhh!" Achai moaned. His was red in the face and straining. His tongue rolled out as Nelorathax continued his gentle stroking, and suddenly feeling weak all over, he slumped against the unicorn's powerful body, resting his head on his shoulder. Nelorathax smiled and placed his paw on Achai's head. His fingers paused their stroking and he gestured with two fingers.

Weak and breathless, Achai looked over at Zyanya and gasped: the dark gray wolf was rock hard. Zyanya watched what was happening with suffering eyes. His paws were trembling. When Nelorathax beckoned him, he came toward the chair like his dick was leading him. Nelorathax gestured again and he knelt down. Achai blushed: Zyanya's face was very near his penis as the stallion stroked it.

"Open my skirt, little one," Nelorathax whispered wetly in Achai's ear.

Achai quickly fumbled to do as he was told, noting the growing bulge in the stallion's skirt. When the black fabric had fallen away, he gasped: the unicorn's huge cock, now free of the fabric, snapped up hard and strong. The shape of the head was almost square, and it was bigger than any cock Achai had ever seen. His mouth fell open.

"Lick him," Nelorathax whispered to Zyanya.

Kneeling with two cocks in his face, Zyanya swallowed hard. His eyes went to Achai's cock, and when their eyes met, Achai blushed.

"Go on then," Nelorathax said in amusement. He removed his paw from Achai and whispered, "Lick him."

Achai's eyes widened as Zyanya leaned close. He had dreamed of this for the past year, Zyanya's mouth and tongue there, but he had dared to tell no one. Sometimes he touched himself and thought of Zyanya, and after the night he had spied on Tala and Yatokya, he had dreamt of nothing else. Now it was happening . . . Zyanya's tongue rolled out, and then he licked Achai, rough and hard.

Achai blushed brighter, watching with wide eyes as it happened. He moaned when he felt the unicorn's careful fingers tweak his nipple. Then Nelorathax smoothed his paw down Achai's back to his ass. He squeezed his ass cheek, then smoothed his tail aside and fingered his tight pink anus.

"Ahh . . . oh . . ." Achai whispered, helpless as he was fingered and licked. His eyes snapped opened when Nelorathax took his paw and guided it into a stroke on his big dick. Achai stared at the dark cock and balls between the unicorn's strong thighs. The scent aroused him all the more. He began to stroke carefully, marveling that the cock was so huge, he could barely get his paw around it.

Achai looked down at Zyanya, who was licking his pink penis now with reckless abandon. Zyanya closed his eyes and frowned with delight, then he closed his mouth over Achai, suddenly ravenous. Achai cried out as his dick was consumed in heat and spit. With glazed eyes, he leaned over and closed his mouth on the unicorn's dick. The startled unicorn sputtered as Achai sucked hard and eager, and taking a note from Zyanya, he spit on the cock and slurped it. He felt a surge of pride and joy when he heard Nelorathax grunt weakly.

Gasping and grunting, the unicorn clapped a paw on Achai's head, curling his fingers tight in his mane. Achai choked. The dick was so big, his lips were sore. But he kept sucking and gulping, flexing his tongue. Zyanya was sucking him just as eagerly, and any minute now, he thought something was going to happen to him. He didn't know what it was, but it was going to be something good: his penis was flinching hard.

"Stop, both of you," Nelorathax commanded breathlessly. "I never . . . told you to suck . . . me, little one . . ."

Achai and Zyanya did as they were told. Achai was very pleased to see the weak look on the unicorn's face. Whatever had been about to happen to Achai's dick, it had been about to happen to the unicorn's dick too. He looked over at Zyanya and was startled by the burning hunger on his face. Zyanya was staring at Achai steadily, his cock throbbing with veins.

Nelorathax pointed. "Go kneel . . . on the floor. Face the bed."

Dicks hard and throbbing, Achai and Zyanya did as they were told. They could hear Nelorathax clomp to his hooves behind them, breathing heavily and unsteadily. Achai glanced at Zyanya and realized he was still staring with the same burning hunger.

"I want to suck your dick again," Zyanya whispered, "while you suck mine."

Achai blushed furiously. "Zy . . ."

"And I want," he went on and swallowed, "to fuck you in the ass."

Achai's heart leapt and he lowered his pale lashes. He looked up again when he felt Zyanya's paw cupping his cheek. Their eyes met - helpless and soft with desire - and then Zyanya kissed him so hard, they breathed in a huff through their nostrils. Nelorathax came up behind and pulled their heads apart with a laugh.

"Not right now, pups," he said, towering over them. "You will watch and learn what is to be expected of you in the years to come."

Achai and Zyanya watched curiously as the unicorn went to the curtained archway. He called something in his language. There was movement in the room across the hall, and as Nelorathax was turning back into the room, a handsome young male entered the room behind him.

Achai gulped. The newcomer was a young pretty stallion with white fur, probably about sixteen. As he came to the canopied bed and obediently bent over it, they could see his paws were tied behind his back with gold chains. When he bent over, his hard pink cock tilted down between his muscular thighs and his soft balls jiggled. The tight muscles of his back flexed, as did his toned arms, and when Nelorathax slapped his ass, he grunted and obediently lifted his silky white tail aside, until the boys could see his pink anus as well.

"This is Orthoza," Nelorathax told them. "He is the current pet of his majesty the king and the one I will succeed. In the earliest years, he only gave his majesty oral pleasure and played little games in the throne room. Now he's old enough to fuck." So saying, Nelorathax slapped the stallion's ass so hard, it blushed red. The white stallion cried out from the blow, then slowly lifted his leg, and set his knee on the coverlet. Achai thought he was going to fall over, struggling to balance as he was: one hoof was still on the polished floor and looked as if it was going to slide.

Eyes soft with admiration, Nelorathax smoothed his paw along the great length of the white stallion's tilted erection, then up his hard thigh and ass cheek. He pulled the ass cheek apart with his thumb, and Achai's mouth fell open when he slid his giant brown cock home. Orthoza grunted and strained to take it. Achai blushed to realize that his own spit had lubricated that cock.

Achai's eyes widened in disbelief when Nelorathax began to fuck Orthoza right in front of them. He grabbed the male by his shackled arms and pulled himself in, his cock punching so hard that Achai saw his slobber flying.

Orthoza's face was in the sheets as he was pounded, silky mane and tail tumbling, muscular body flexing. They heard a rip and knew his horn had torn the sheets, but Nelorathax kept going, his rippling belly crunching with each thrust. He snorted and brayed softly, then more aggressively. Orthoza whimpered under him. His whimpers fell away to sighs when Nelorathax reached down and fondled him as he fucked him.

"Ahhh . . . ahhh . . . ahhh . . ."

"Brrreeeeee!"

"Ahhhhhh . . . Oh, Thax - f-fuck me!"

"Brrreeeeeeee!"

"A-AH! Harder! Harder!"

Nelorathax obliged, jerking his hips until his balls were flapping.

Achai's eyes were about popping out of his head. Nelorathax's big dick was relentless as it punched inside. Orthoza's anus was stretched tight around the immense brown dick and pulsing red from the strain. Achai saw the white stallion's flinching cock start to spurt fluids as Nelorathax fondled him. Achai's eyes widened. The power of that unicorn cock . . . the size. He suddenly wanted to be Orthoza, under Nelorathax, tied up and taking it. His dick throbbed harder, and glancing over at Zyanya, he noticed he was also suffering.

"One day," Zyanya whispered, "I'll fuck you like that." He reached over and started fondling Achai, carefully and lovingly.

Achai closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, they were hooded with pleasure. He took Zyanya's erection in his fist and started stroking it, fast. Zyanya grunted weakly.

"Kiss me," Achai whispered.

Zyanya kissed him. Tongue and all.