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The Last Shemale Queen

_A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste _

Speckled Thighs

Chapter 29

Achai stood at the window, fingering his necklace as he stared out at the stars. The necklace had belonged to his father once. When he was small, her mother removed the necklace she always wore, and as she fastened it around his neck, she told him it had once belonged to Keme, a hero of the sun, and his father. Achai did not know what a hero of the sun was, but he was very proud regardless. Whenever he was frightened or simply did not know what to do, he would hold onto the necklace and ask himself what his father would do. He never came up with an answer to the question. He didn't even know his father! Still, staring out at the starry sky, Achai had to wonder what Keme would do in this situation.

Achai looked up when he heard the soft clop of hooves. Nelorathax entered the bedchamber, looking weary and yet somehow satisfied. Achai watched him unlacing his skirt as he made his tired way to the canopied bed. His wings were folded and his ears were down and he smelled like sweat and sex. After living in the palace for so many days, Achai had come to recognize those smells: Nelorathax had spent the night entertaining the king with Orthoza.

It was the middle of the night and Achai had waited up for Nelorathax. The room was dark, and Zyanya was sleeping on one of the narrow beds that stood either side the canopied one. Nelorathax bumbled through the gloom, draping his skirt over the back of a chair as he went. Achai saw him collapse naked on the bed. He ran to him, eager and bright, and knelt on the bed beside him.

"Nel," Achai squeaked, shaking the brown stallion's shoulder. "Nel!"

Nelorathax buried the side of his face in the pillow and moaned. Achai shook him again and shouted louder, "NEL!" The toned muscles of the unicorn's back and arm flexed when he dragged another pillow over his face. Achai snatched the pillow away. "Please, Nel! You said you'd bring news of my sister! And how is Mom? And Yato? And when can we go home! I haven't seen them in so long! Neeeeel!"

Nelorathax squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. "You little snot! Go to sleep, or I'll throw you over my knees!"

Achai scowled. Nelorathax had told them only days ago that Tala had refused the king's offer of marriage once and for all. All of them were now free to go. They only had to wait for Yatokya to become well enough to be moved.

"No! I waited all night for you! Nel . . . please."

Nelorathax groaned, and finally defeated, he turned over on his back and squinted at Achai. He looked away and rubbed his eyes. "What is it, Achai? For god's sake . . ." He sighed.

Achai brightened. "My mother - how is she?" He frowned. "And why can't I see her again!"

"For the last time, snot! The king has separated you for your own safety. It's so you don't get it in your fool wolf heads to try and leave. You'd fall off the kingdom and to your deaths. The Eternal One protects you from this."

"You didn't answer the first part."

"Your mother is fine. She's been pampered and spoiled these last weeks. And probably fucked by the servants, I shouldn't wonder. The mares had their eye on her."

Achai made a face. "Gross!"

Nelorathax dropped his paw to his belly and regarded Achai with tired gray eyes. "The Exalted One is fine. Her husband is fine. Now go to bed!" He frowned.

"I . . . want to sleep with you."

Nelorathax sighed. "Fine." He turned on his belly again, and grinning triumphantly, Achai snuggled up against him. He loved sleeping with Nelorathax. The unicorn boy was warm and strong. One night he awoke frightened in the dark, and slipping from his bed, he begged Zyanya to crawl into the unicorn's bed with him. Zyanya had been loath to do so, believing that Nelorathax would have awoken only to angrily order them back to their own beds. They were both surprised when Nelorathax gave Achai a sleepy kiss just above the eye, when he dragged a lusty paw over Zyanya's ass and pulled him close. Afterward, whenever he was afraid in the night, Achai was never afraid to crawl into the unicorn's bed.

As Nelorathax lay sleeping, Achai rubbed a curious paw on one of his hard ass cheeks. The unicorn's eyes groggily came open.

"If I awake," warned Nelorathax sleepily, "to find your little wolf cock in my ass again . . ."

Achai blushed guiltily. "I wanted to know what it felt like . . ."

"Some would call it rape."

"But I didn't thrust or anything!" Achai protested, blushing furiously now.

One night as Nelorathax slept, a curious Achai had stuck his penis in his ass. Nelorathax awoke at once, scolded him soundly, and sent him back to bed. Achai had gone to bed, shocked that he hadn't been spanked for the brazen offense.

"I don't care," Nelorathax said, eyes closed. "You are not to do those things. You're too young."

"And yet," Achai made a face, "I'm not too fucking young to suck your dick!"

Nelorathax opened his eyes and sat up on one elbow, regarding him. "Achai," he said and frowned, "first of all . . . watch your mouth. Second of all, I never told you to suck my dick! I would have allowed you to lick it at the most . . ."

"Ha! What's the difference! Either way, my innocence is gone. You took it."

Nelorathax shook his head slowly. "Achai, there is a difference between oral pleasure . . . and having anal that first time. Stop trying so hard to figure out what we older boys are doing. Do you know I've never been had?"

Achai blinked. He'd been convinced the whole time that the king was fucking Nelorathax.

"I am still a virgin there," Nelorathax went on. "And I will remain one until I am sixteen. At that time, I will give my first love to his majesty the king. I screw Orthoza for his pleasure. But no one is to screw me."

"Why!"

Nelorathax smiled. "I'm too young."

Achai rolled his eyes. "You are almost fifteen. Too young to be fucked but old enough to fuck!"

"If my king commands it. You're just a kid, Achai. Stop trying to grow up. One day, you and Zyanya will have anal sex. I promise." He gave Achai a hard ruffle on the mane that was irritably smacked off.

Achai blushed miserably to hear those words, and Nelorathax laughed softly at his embarrassment. When Achai said no more, the unicorn buried his cheek in the pillow again and closed his eyes. Achai lay beside him, staring fondly at his silky black mane, at the tight back it tumbled down. He started stroking the unicorn's mane and back slowly, lovingly.

"Mmm," Nelorathax moaned in appreciation. One of his ears flicked, which Achai knew meant he was pleased.

"Nel?"

"Hmm?"

Achai glanced at Zyanya, as if he feared the dark gray boy might hear him. "I'm . . . scared to go back. Sometimes I wish we could stay here forever."

"Your handsome friend can't wake in this atmosphere. The court sorceress predicts that the first breath would kill him."

Achai's ears flattened. "I know."

"Why are you scared?" Nelorathax turned his head to look at Achai. He was frowning.

Achai shrugged dismally. "I've had time to think. Your world is so . . . peaceful. It's so peaceful that it makes mine look like a battlefield."

Nelorathax closed a sympathetic paw over Achai's. "It is a battlefield."

The longer Achai found himself living in the palace, the more he missed his mother. They had allowed him to see Seleste once or twice, but once or twice was not enough. One night, he decided to follow Nelorathax in the hope of finding Seleste. Or even Tala! Zyanya warned him against it, but instead of listening, he grabbed the other boy by his paw and dragged him along on the endeavor.

"This is foolish," Zyanya hissed as they crept along up a corridor. "We are going to get caught. And then they are probably going to spank us with paddles. I've seen some of the servants spanked here just for breaking dishes!"

"Shh!" Achai hissed irritably. "You want to get us caught!"

They had been following Nelorathax through the palace unnoticed for quite some time, ducking behind curtains and tables and chairs when a brawny guard strolled by with his sword. Eventually, they were almost caught by a servant with a blue feather duster. Like the other mares, she was naked but for a small white skirt that barely covered her plump ass. Her silky tail waved under it, flicking back and forth to the rhythm of her humming. They were hiding behind a giant vase, stiff as frightened mice as she drew near. She was getting very close, and any moment now, she would see them.

Just when it seemed as if they were going to be discovered, Nelorathax slipped from the shadows and clapped the mare's ass. Her eyes widened and she squealed. He quickly covered mouth, and her eyes hooded as his paw slid up her skirt, exploring. He touched her in a place that made her long lashes flutter. She was a very pretty mare, and very small, with big tits and a narrow waist. Her fur was white, but down near the insides of her thighs, she was speckled gray. She moaned behind the paw on her mouth, and hiding with Zyanya, Achai's eyes widened when fluids seeped down her speckled thighs.

"Meet me," Nelorathax whispered in her ear, then he withdrew, disappearing into a room at the end of the hall.

The flustered mare adjusted her skirt and made a futile attempt to pull it down over her jutting ass. She pushed back her long white mane and casually went back to dusting, though Achai could see she was breathless and aroused now. When she hummed, her voice was shaky. She kept glancing down the hall where Nelorathax had disappeared, then finally, she went after him.

"We're going, aren't we?" sighed Zyanya.

"Maybe we'll overhear something. Maybe they'll talk about where my mother is!" Achai said stubbornly.

Zyanya only sighed again.

They hurried down the hall after the mare. Before they had even crept through the curtain, they could hear the cries. Walking at a low crouch, Achai and Zyanya ducked under a table with a cloth over it. They peeked out from under the tablecloth and gasped when their eyes finally found Nelorathax.

On the far side of the room, Nelorathax had the little mare against the wall. He had pushed her skirt up and was licking her pussy! She was squealing and panting, whispering words that made Achai almost blush. Her big breasts heaved, and sucking and slurping loudly, Nelorathax reached up and squeezed one.

"Oh, oh, Thax - oh baby."

Heading moving slowly as he licked, Nelorathax placed her speckled thighs on his shoulders, one after the other. Bracing herself against the wall, she wrapped her legs around his head and arched her back, thrusting her pussy in his face. He ate her ravenously now.

"I wonder why he wants to do that!" Achai whispered in amazement.

"My father did it to my mother," Zyanya whispered back, shrugging. "I guess females like it."

"But males must like it too. Nel told her to meet him here - and then did this to her! What does it mean?"

Zyanya laughed softly. "It means he likes pussy and cock."

"Ahh . . . . Brreeeeeeeee!"

Achai's eyes went wide. "What just happened!"

"She squirted," Zyanya said calmly. "Females can squirt too."

Achai bit his lip and knew better than to ask how Zyanya knew this: no doubt he had seen his mother do it. He had to wonder how many horrific times Zyanya had walked in on his parents in the throes of passion.

"Oh, god, Thax . . . I love when you . . ." the mare gulped for breath, breasts heaving, "lick my pussy . . ."

Nelorathax pulled her speckled thighs from his shoulders, and straightening up, he placed them on his hips instead. The female clung to him weakly, her hooves dangling. Nelorathax hunched his back and jerked his hips. She cried out, and Achai knew the unicorn had punched his hard dick inside. They rocked against the wall, and Nelorathax fucked her so hard, her mane fell in her face.

The squelching noises were unbearable. Achai felt something happening below his waist, and looking over at Zyanya, he noticed he was hard. They retreated under the table together, letting the tablecloth fall back in place. Hidden in the gloom, they peered at each other.

"I will suck your dick, Zy," Achai whispered.

Zyanya touched his face. "Suck it."

Achai eagerly knelt down, backside in the air, and did everything he remembered watching Nelorathax do to Orthoza. Zyanya grunted and choked as he was pleasured, massaging Achai's ears as the smaller boy went down on him.

"S-Stop," Zyanya whispered.

Achai pulled away and licked his lips, pouting. "But you were close to squirting."

"I . . . know," panted Zyanya. He grimaced. "I'm not sure I can."

Achai smiled at him. "Wanna find out?"

Before Zyanya could answer, they both realized hooves were clomping rapidly through the room - which had gone silent. The tablecloth was ripped back to reveal Nelorathax's scowling face. Achai and Zyanya both froze, smiling guiltily.

"You little snots followed me!" the unicorn growled. Achai was shocked when he grabbed them by their ears and roughly dragged them from under the table.

"Be gentle with them, Thax," said the speckled mare behind him. "They're just boys."

"Stay out of this, Pomegranate!" the stallion snarled.

Achai and Zyanya exchanged smiles. Pomegranate?

"If you little snots," Nelorathax hissed, shaking them by their arms, "say one word about what you saw --"

"But what would happen?" Achai wondered.

Nelorathax took a breath and let them go. "The mares are not to be touched in the palace . . . except by other mares. When they come of a certain age, they marry and leave the throne's service. If anyone finds out I've been sleeping with Pomegranate, they'll make me a gelding!"

Achai and Zyanya exchanged looks, clearly nonplussed.

". . . what's ah gelding?" Achai said slowly.

Nelorathax snorted in exasperation and stamped his hoof.

"They would castrate him," the speckled mare explained gently.

When Achai and Zyanya exchanged looks again, Nelorathax snarled impatiently, "They'll cut off my balls!"

"Shit," Achai said in amazement, and beside him, he saw Zyanya wince.

"We won't tell anyone," Achai swore. "Honest, Nel."

"Nel?" repeated the speckled mare, and Nelorathax glanced at her irritably. Her pretty eyes crinkled up with giggles. "Ee hee hee! How cute! They adore you, Thax. Be kind to them. They follow you about like lost little puppies." She laughed again, delighted.

Achai blushed. The speckled mare was so pretty! She reminded him of Seleste, who had the same girlish laughter and spoke with the same kind warmth in her eyes.

Nelorathax was not appeased. "I should tan your hides," he said, shaking his head. He grabbed the boys by their heads and marched them from the room. Achai blushed harder when the speckled mare called after him, "I expect your tongue tomorrow!"

"Should tan your hides," Nelorathax repeated scathingly. His paws were still clapped on their heads as he steered them up the corridor. "I thought you had finally won my trust, that I could trust you to do as I command and stay in my room - your grace!"

Nelorathax dropped to his knees as if they had given out, dragging down Achai and Zyanya with him. Achai barely had time to catch himself on his paws. His arms trembled slightly. The king! They were kneeling before the king! He had never seen the king before, but after so many days of having to listen about him, he was curious. He slowly dared a glance . . . and his mouth fell open. The king was gorgeous! Tawny gold and toned with muscles, he was the most beautiful unicorn Achai had seen yet. His sapphire blues were breathtaking, and what was more . . . he was a boy. He couldn't have been much older than Nelorathax! The reason for his young playmates suddenly became clear.

"And I," said the king, paws behind his back, "thought that you had finally won my trust, Nelorathax. That I could trust you to do as I commanded."

Out of the corner of his eye, Achai could see Nelorathax with his head down. The brown stallion swallowed hard but said nothing.

"Your majesty, I can explain!" wailed the speckled mare behind them. Her voice was a sob and she cried desperately.

Achai's ears flattened miserably. Nelorathax and Pomegranate were in deep shit now . . . and all because of him. He glanced at Nelorathax apologetically, but the brown stallion would not even look at him. Feeling Achai's stare, his face hardened and he stared angrily at the floor.

Achai heard the speckled mare cry out and knew she had been forced to her knees. She continued to sob wretchedly. Achai flattened his ears harder, wishing miserably that she would stop.

The king laughed lightly. "Explain how, my dear girl? Was there something stuck in our twat? Did Nelorathax have to pry it out with his tongue? I suppose he's the one to approach if one needs a skillful tongue. You know what my rules are," he said, suddenly serious. "You either obey them or you leave my services."

"Yes, oh Eternal One," the speckled mare sniffled. "Have mercy, oh Eternal One."

"Mercy? Your sister didn't seem to think you deserved mercy. You have been ratted out. Penella, darling . . ."

Achai stole a glance and saw a young mare that looked a great deal like Pomegranate come forward. Her speckles were not only on her thighs, however, but also on her belly and what bits of ass Achai could glimpse under her skirt. She kept her head down, her teeth chewing nervously in her long face.

Pomegranate sobbed harder.

"Stop crying, girl," the king said in a bored voice. "It's just a paddling. Then you are free."

"That is what I fear, your grace," Pomegranate sniffled. "I do not wish to be free. I wish to stay here with you . . ."

"Ah, but you can not have your cake and eat it too," was the king's reply. He lifted his voice and commanded, "To the throne room!"

Achai felt a hard paw on his arm and he was hauled to his feet. They marched quickly up the hall. The king led the way, and Achai found himself staring absently at the switching of the king's hard ass cheeks in his skirt.

Achai had never been to the throne room. In fact, he and Zyanya had never been beyond the long corridor outside of Nelorathax's bedchamber. On occasion, Nelorathax took them to the baths, but whenever he did, they were blindfolded, both on the way there and back.

The throne room was so beautiful, Achai's mouth fell open and he stared in awe. Many mares stood along the walls, clad in the white skirts of servants, breasts bare. Their gold jewelry glinted in the soft candlelight.

The king sat on his throne and slouched, legs open under his white skirt. He was also wearing a long white robe, open on the muscles of his chest and belly. He gestured a lazy paw, and Nelorathax and Pomegranate were forced to kneel on paws and knees before the dais. Four mares came forward and quickly tied their tails to their backs. Achai noticed Pomegranate was trembling slightly. A stern palace guard went to each of the victims and knocked their thighs apart with his hoof. At an approving nod from the king, he stepped back again and folded his arms.

Penella was given a small but heavy paddle. Achai was surprised when he was given one as well. He glanced at Zyanya, who looked at him in alarm: he was going to have to spank Nelorathax!

"Positions," the king said carelessly.

Penella knelt at once beside her sister and raised the paddle, waiting. Achai miserably followed her lead, kneeling beside Nelorathax, who had tensed all over.

"I'm sorry, Nel," Achai whispered.

"Just don't hold back," the brown stallion quietly instructed. "Or they'll make someone else do it. Someone who will hit harder."

"Ok-kay," Achai whispered in a trembling voice.

"Begin," the king commanded.

Penella hit her sister without hesitation. Pomegranate screamed at once, the whack of the blow leaving her hanging tits shivering. Her sister hit her again. And again. Harder and faster with each blow. Pomegranate rocked on her knees as she took it, and Achai thought it almost looked as if she was being roughly fucked. Her mane was in her face and her tits were jiggling everywhere. Achai could see fluids running down both pairs of speckled thighs.

"What are you waiting for?" Nelorathax hissed miserably. "Hit me!"

Achai found it strangely arousing to have Nelorathax commanding him to spank him. He looked over his kneeling body, at his tight muscles and huge swinging dick, and he swallowed hard. Glancing up at the throne, he realized the king was watching him, and he blushed. He brought the paddle down on Nelorathax as hard as he dared. Nelorathax grunted. Achai did it again.

"Ah! Again, harder," Nelorathax whispered. "You're not convincing them!"

Achai glanced around. Many of the male warriors were too busy watching as the mare sisters soaked their thighs and made their tits bounce. Penella was paddling so hard now, Pomegranate's ass was pulsing red. Each time the paddle came down, it hit the large lips of her pussy as well, and moisture splashed. One of the watching palace guards grunted and pitched a tent in his skirt.

The only one who didn't look convinced was the king, who watched Achai with narrowed eyes, a small smile on his lips.

Suddenly determined, Achai beat Nelorathax harder, faster, heavier. He was aware that the paddle was also slapping the stallion's heavy balls, and the sound made him start to stiffen. Glancing over at Zyanya, who stood watching from the wall, he noticed he was stiffening as well.

"Good," Nelorathax whispered. "Good - Ah!"

Achai bit his lip as he got harder. He suddenly wished he was spanking Nelorathax with his paw. He wanted to feel that hard ass taking each wallop, wanted the heat of it on his palm. He spanked Nelorathax until he rocked on his knees, until he was hard and erect, and his huge cock was wobbling with every blow. Achai halted when he noticed Nelorathax was dripping, and glancing over at the mares, he saw their fluids had plastered their shapely thighs. Penella had also stopped and was panting unevenly, her big breasts riding. Pomegranate was still on paws and knees, her tongue out, her punished buttocks pulsing red.

"It is enough," the king announced. He waved his paw. "Proceed."

Achai's eyes grew round. Proceed what? He didn't have time to wonder: Penella flipped her sister onto her back and ravished her pussy. Pomegranate panted and arched her back, her pretty eyes fluttering wide as she was pleasured. Glancing around, Achai was startled to see many of the palace guards reach under their skirts and fondle their cocks as they watched. Many of the on-looking mares reached under their skirts and massaged their own breasts.

"What are you waiting for, Achai?" Nelorathax hissed.

Achai swallowed hard. He set down the paddle, and after hesitating, he pushed Nelorathax over on his back in the same rough manger Penella had pushed over her sister. He knelt between the stallion's thighs, and they looked at each other. How long had he dreamt of ravishing this humungous cock again? Nelorathax had not let him since that first night. He had begged and begged to. And now, with all these unicorns staring, he didn't think he could do it.

Nelorathax looked at Achai with suffering eyes. "Suck my dick!"

Achai's heart leapt. He leaned down and closed his mouth on the stallion's huge brown penis. Nelorathax throbbed against him, and Achai could taste his pre-cum seeping into his mouth. He gulped and sucked, flattening his ears to drown out the shrill screams of Pomegranate beside him. The stallion's chest heaved and one of his hooves clicked the floor when Achai sucked deeply and slowly, smoothing his lips in a long, wet stroke. He began to suck faster, wetter, and his head went up and down so rapidly, his neck hurt. Nelorathax sputtered, his cock flinched, and Achai choked as it happened: his fluids rushed to fill his mouth. Achai squeezed his eyes shut and strained to swallow. When he had, he backed away gasping. He was glad to feel Zyanya come up behind him and massage his shoulders.

"And now that you have been soundly spanked and humiliated before the court . . ." the king said.

Achai glanced around and realized with a jolt that several nobly dressed unicorns were sitting at small tables in the great floor-length window. They watched the proceedings intently, and some of the males had pitched tents in their clothing. One mare clad in a long, elegant dress toyed with her necklace as she eyed Nelorathax's tight body with a lifted brow.

"You will leave my services," the king went on.

"No!" Pomegranate shrieked at once. Achai was astonished when she scrambled up, crawled rapidly up the dais, and kissed the king's hooves, desperately, eagerly. The king gestured wearily and two palace guards dragged Pomegranate away by the arms. Penella stood against the wall with the other mare servants, watching with an impassive face as her sister was taken.

"NO! Oh, Eternal One! I wish to remain in your service!" Pomegranate screamed and sobbed. "I wish to serve you! And only you! I will never look at him again!"

Kneeling on the polished floor, Nelorathax bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Achai thought he looked very sad, and then it hit him: Nelorathax had to leave as well!

"Your majesty!" Achai blurted, and he felt everyone's gaze on him. "Please - do not send Nel away!"

The king looked down from his throne at him in amusement. "Why."

Achai was a bit taken aback by the flat question. "Because - because I like him!"

General laughter rose from the court.

"How sweet," the king said, still amused. "If Nelorathax stays here, he will have to be castrated."

"You can not castate -- castmate him!" Achai cried, sputtering on the foreign word.

More general laughter.

The king lifted his brows. "I can not?"

"No! I won't let you!" Achai shouted, and drawing a gasp from the court, he took a halting step toward Nelorathax and pushed him over. The brown stallion fell in confusion on his back, and his legs splayed, pushing his skirt up his strong thighs. He sputtered when Achai knelt between his legs and carefully took his soft balls in his mouth.

The court roared with laughter.

"Achai, are you crazy!" Nelorathax cried. His cock was starting to get hard.

Achai sucked defiantly on his balls, frowning in determination. If they wanted to make Nelorathax a gelding, they would have to pry his nuts from his mouth!

The laughter continued, and Achai saw the king laughing helplessly on his throne, wiping at tears of mirth.

"Alright, alright," the king said, sighing with laughter. He waved a paw. "Nelorathax may stay. And he may keep his balls."

Achai pulled his mouth away and grinned as he helped Nelorathax up. They smiled at each other.

"Thank you," Nelorathax whispered beneath the laughter.

Achai's answer was to grab his neck and pull him down close. He kissed him. Hard.