Action Pack 10: Jein Tries the Penis
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc.  contained within this

   story all belong to paetrasslave and may not be used in other media
without express permission.  Why anyone would want to, she's not sure.

   This story is incredibly sexual in nature with many preferences and
depictions on display that will probably offend many people.  Anyone under
18 or possessed of an easily offended mindset should leave now.  For
everyone else, that's probably all the reason you need to stay.
Codes: m+f inc anthropomorphic animals

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Synopsis: Jein finds Shana and fails to reconnect with her old

   friend, but has slightly more success trying to reconnect with her old
family.

   As annoyed as she was having to wait for her body to recover before
further combat instruction, Jein had to admit filling the time wasn't
proving difficult.

   Most of it was spent trying to learn more about her home planet.  Jein
was surprised at how easy it turned out to be.  She'd hardly been a model
student back on Earth, but studying up on the history of her "real" home
planet was way more like reading a fantasy novel than a text book.

   The estate had a library full of books on the life of Angele Devyre, and
Zenith proved to have computers a lot like the ones on Earth.  It even had
an information network computers could access.  The network had a name, but
as soon Jein had gotten used to the interface she immediately began
thinking of it as "the internet."

   A few times her hormones had led her to distraction, and she'd gone
looking for sites purveying bare female flesh.  Every time she tried,
though, out of nowhere one of her sisters would appear beside her and give
a disapproving look.  Then they'd take her hand, hustle her upstairs, lock
the door and take Jein's clothes off.  She'd even tried to resist a few
times, but once Jasami found out how ticklish she was, there was no point
anymore.

   Anyway,

   There were plenty of sources that she found, but a lot of what she found
didn't mean much to Jein with her lack of memories of home.  Names of
countries, rulers her mother had aided and rulers she'd deposed.  From what
Jein could gather, though, fighting for the common man had been her
mother's life.

   Angele Devyre been born the daughter of Lamal Devyre, a king of a small
realm, but most of their alliances with neighboring lands had been shaky at
best.  He did what he could to make his realm and those surrounding his a
place where people could live free of fear, but he knew war was likely to
come during his daughter's lifetime.  Accordingly, he pleaded with the gods
to make his unborn child a Sword Daughter that she might be able to protect
her people and expand their vision of an alliance of peaceful kingdoms. 
That sounded vaguely familiar...

   Angele had more than exceeded her father's hopes for her, and was indeed
able to broker peace between many of her neighbors and many of theirs. 
Some had blocked her efforts, some had tried to take advantage of her trips
far afield to absorb her land into theirs.  A few had even captured her and
tried to force her into marriage.  Jein had noticed that all of the names
in that last group showed up on the lists of her mother's enemies who were
dead.

   Unfortunately, one whose name didn't was the Dragonlord, Jadis.  He was
apparently the ruler of a civilization made up of dragons, who was believed
to have felt threatened by Angele Devyre's expanding influence.  One day
Jadis and his dragon horde flew across the Free Territories, incinerating
everything in their path on the way to Zenith.  They were eventually driven
back, and Angele herself wounded Jadis in single combat, but the Dragonlord
had been the one who slew Angele and her husband.

   She found plenty of sites proclaiming that her mother wasn't the only
hero in her family, though.  It appeared that her mother's older brother,
Milir, had quite a few fans of his own.

   They praised Milir's modesty for being happy living in his sister's
shadow, as all accounts (and these people seemed to have every single one),
painted him as someone only interested in besting evil and protecting
people.  Also according to the many people calling out for history to hold
a bigger place for Milir, it was his counsel and strategic acumen that
truly been responsible for some of Angele's more well-known victories.

   But after the dragon attack, Milir had apparently told his family there
was something important he needed to do.  Something he couldn't tell them
about, and he walked out of the rubble of Zenith, never to be seen again.

   Jein considered asking aunt Namiel if maybe she knew where he'd gone,
and why, but figured it probably wasn't a pleasant thing to talk about. 
Particularly because, despite helping Jein get a little combat practice,
aunt Namiel seemed to think that was so Jein could defend herself on the
off-chance she was attacked.  Not so she could go out and fight bad guys
with what she learned.  Maybe her husband's disappearance was why...

   The most lurid results came back when researching Angele's husband.  The
real one, at any rate.  It seemed as many people called Amoril the Goddess
of Love as called her the Goddess of Whores.  Jein found numerous accounts
of those who heaped praise on her father for the success of their marriages
or the expanding influence of the ideas of the Free Territories, and plenty
of others denouncing her temples as brothels and saying their continued
existence was destroying the ideals of the kingdom.

   Jein'd also done research on the geography of Akton.  The Free
Territories occupied a large, wedge-shaped piece of land roughly in the
middle of a central continental landmass, with its eastern border touching
the ocean.  Other countries surrounding it were run by a list of people
and...not people whose names Jein was mostly already familiar with because
she'd fought them vicariously.  People like General Thadus Tran and Doctor
Wilhelm Kargis.  And that made her uneasy.

   Those two were the villains of ClashSim and Dogs of War, two of the most
unforgiving games on Action Pack.  Knowing what she knew now, she didn't
have a hard time believing it was meant to show her what to expect from
them.  That the two of them were willing to conduct their transaction so
close to Zenith was worrying.  What had they wanted their respective items
for?  From two of Action Pack's worst end bosses, she didn't imagine
anything less than apocalyptic.  And that scared her, with how closely
Jasami had gotten involved in their dealings.

   Jein felt she ought to be out there, finding out what they were up to
and doing something about it, but as she did she touched her face.  Her
black eye had cleared up, but it was a strong reminder that she was still
just a puny level one character, with no gear and no tricks to keep her
alive in a fight.  Sparring with Takel been a brutal fight, but it had
still just been a practice one.

   It looked like she'd be sitting this one out a little longer

   "Miss Jein?" one of the servants called from out in the hall.

   "Yes?"

   "There's some kind of raccoon boy outside, asking for you.  He says he
made a date with you."

   Jein straightened her skirt and went downstairs.  Outside the gates
there was indeed a furry creature with a raccoon's face waiting for her.  A
cheesy grin crept across his face as she opened the gate and stepped out,
but faded when he saw she was alone.

   "Where's your little sister?"

   "I don't care what she says, she's not old enough to go to strip clubs
with you and me yet.  If for no other reason than because we'll get
arrested for taking a kid someplace like that.  If they're stupid enough to
let us in at all."

   Jeer smiled.  "I know a couple where the first thing isn't true, but the
second one is."

   "No."

   "Damn it.  Ah well.  So you looking for totally sleazy, or just mostly
sleazy?"

   "How about just mostly sleazy tonight?"

   "Good call.  The girls are hotter and the drinks are a little less
shitty at those places," Jeer nodded sagely.

   The creature who called himself a coonkin had been coming by the Devyre
house a lot since taking Jein's little sister on a little misadventure of
her own.  He seemed like a decent enough guy, but after exposing Jasami to
giant killer mutant animals on their first day out, Jein had felt obligated
to go along to chaperone the two.  For the most part they'd seemed fine
with this, and Jeer had been showing them good places to eat, good places
to see movies, and the places where the most pretty teenage girls went
jogging.  The ones in the last category had been the easiest for Jein to
remember, and, she suspected, had been for Jeer too.

   "Or," Jeer said, a grin on his face, "we could skip the clubs and enjoy
a night in..."

   "That's not how I roll," Jein replied, the same way she had every time
Jeer had made that offer to her.  And he'd made it at the beginning of
every single night they went out without Jasami around.

   "You haven't even looked at it!"

   "I don't have to LOOK at it," Jein sighed.  "Are going to see naked
girls swing on poles tonight or what?"

   "Sure, we can do this the long way.  That's usually more fun, anyway,"
Jeer smirked, and Jein rolled her eyes but followed him to a stop for one
of the elevated trains, or whatever the hell they were really called, that
the two of them used to get around.

   "Is this gonna be a long ride?" Jein asked as they stood on the silent,
empty platform.  "Should have I brought a gun?"

   "No," Jeer chuckled.  "But I know a guy who can get you one on the way
there if you really think you need it.  Even though you don't."

   Jein started to relax and sucked a mint as they waited for the train to
show up.  "Hey, Jeer?  You know how to find things, right?  Can you
find...a person?"

   "Hmmm?  What kind of person?"

   "A...female person," Jein said, then when he stood bolt upright and
looked her in the eye, she hastily added, "An old friend of mine!  Not like
that."

   "From the way your little sister tells it, all your female friends are
`like that.' "

   "I don't even have that many--" Jein stopped herself.  "This is from
before I came back to Akton.  I was...different back then."

   Jeer peered at her.  "Different?"

   "Yeah.  And I'll admit it's got a lot to do with why I keep turning you
down."

   "Different how?"

   Jein shuffled her feet.  How could she answer that question without
sounding like a total freak for something that wasn't even her decision? 
She was a stranger on a world she didn't remember with no other friends
outside her immediate family.  She didn't want to go drying up her pool of
potential party members.  Then again, Jeer wasn't exactly a reserved kind
of guy.  Would he care?  He could tell she was 100% female now, right?

   The rumbling of the train approaching saved her from having to answer.
Jeer scampered on board on all fours as he usually did when he was in a
hurry.  He hopped up and down in his seat excitedly, and hazarding a
glance, Jein could swear she already saw his pants starting to bulge in the
front.  She hastily looked away in disgust.

   The rest of the trip was spent in silence, aside from Jeer's eager
panting as the train thundered along into the night.  As soon as it came to
a halt and the doors popped open again, he hurried out and Jein had to jog
to keep up with him.  He scooted down the street and then turned a corner
into an alley with a flashing neon sign of a naked woman sitting n the
crook of a crescent moon.  Fitting, as the name beside it was "The Blue
Moon."

   "Interesting name for a strip club," Jein noted.

   "It used to be `Lucy's Ladies,' until word got around they got in a
bunch of lunar elf dancers and people started lining up to get in," Jeer
explained.

   " `Lunar elves'?  Well shit, now we have to go in."

   "I know, right??"

   "I was being serious," Jein said.

   "Oh yeah?" Jeer grinned.  His natural expression, it was seeming like.
"You seen elf chicks dance around naked before, then?"

   "A naked elf danced on my face one time.  It capped off a pretty good
day."

   They walked past line of people waiting to get in, and Jeer tossed a
shiny coin to the closest bouncer.  It was hard to tell in the dim neon
light, but as Jein walked past him she thought his jagged features had the
texture of rock.

   Inside, the Blue Moon was a lot like every strip club she'd ever seen in
a movie, let alone the other ones Jeer had shown her in person.  The place
was dark with a runway taking up almost a third of the main room, with a
pole running from floor to ceiling at the far end.  Jein could just see the
naked back of a woman was currently retreating through a black curtain at
the end of the runway to a chorus of drunken whistles.

   An unshaven, heavyset guy was staggering away from a table near the
runaway with a girl who was making dreamy eyes at him.  The array of empty
glasses in front of her might have accounted for that, though.  She and
Jeer sat down in the vacated seats quickly, and Jein fixed her eyes on the
stage while a waitress appeared as if from nowhere and cleared the table
for them.

   A minute later, a pair of spotlights focused on the curtains leading
behind the stage.  A man spoke into a microphone, "Well ladies and gents,
I'm sure you were all amazed at just how far our little Lonnie could
stretch those legs!" Scattered laughter and whooping.  "But just wait `til
you see our next girl's nice moves!  Give it on up for Daun!"

   The curtain was flung open and a shapely woman in a dark blue business
suit and fedora stepped onto the stage.  She had the slender frame and
facial construction of the elves Jein remembered from those few days back
in the forest when she'd been fighting vampires.  As she tossed the hat off
and shook out her hair, Jein saw the long ears that completed the package.
Unlike the other elves Jein had seen, though, her skin was a dark, exotic
shade of blue.  She must've been a "lunar elf," like Jeer mentioned.  Jein
would have to ask what that meant sometime.

   The dancer strutted down the stage and slowly pushed open the buttons on
her shirt.  Inch by inch, full, dark blue cleavage was exposed.  She
reached her waist, then gripped the front of her shirt as it hung loose and
pulled back one side just far enough to show a tantalizing view of blue
sideboob.  She gripped the pole at the end and twirled around it before
leaning back on it until she was almost laying down.  Her shirt slid back
until her front was completely uncovered.  With her free hand she reached
up and cupped a blue breast while she opened her mouth in a theatrical moan
of pleasure.

   Jein's own nipples were standing up as she watched the dancer deftly
pull herself up and toss her shirt over her shoulder.  Hands rose up from
the sides of the stage, eagerly brandishing bills as the dancer went into
the next part of her routine.  But then, Jein spotted a face in the flash
of a strobe light on the opposite side of the stage.  She craned her neck,
trying to confirm what she saw past the dancer's swaying hips, and felt
blood rush to her cheeks.

   "Jeer, I'll be right back.  I have to...go to the ladies' room." She got
up and started to weave her way through the crowd to the other side of the
stage, toward the table and its occupant she'd seen.  She felt someone try
to grab her ass but hurried on.  She couldn't let herself be distracted. 
Not now.

   Finally, she was standing a few feet away from the table and now there
was no mistaking its lone occupant, even in the dingy light of a basement
strip club.  The broad shoulders.  The bulging biceps.  The strong jaw
line. The wavy hair pulled back into a practical ponytail.

   "Shana...," Jein said, only half-aware she had.  The girl sitting at the
table looked away from the stage and locked eyes with Jein.  They were
exactly the same watchful, caring, but intense eyes she remembered from all
those years back on Earth.  There was recognition there.

   And abruptly, Shana got up from her table and started to shoulder her
way toward the door.

   "Shana, wait!" Jein called, but Shana didn't.  Jein was about to run
after her when Jeer appeared out of the crowd.

   "I was trying to tell you, you're going the wrong way," Jeer said to her
as loud as he could.

   "Jeer, follow her!" Jein pointed at Shana's shrinking back.  "The
muscular one!  Find out where she's going!  She's the one!"

   "You got it, lady!" Jeer fell to all fours and scampered nimbly through
the crowd after her.  She watched Shana charge up the stairs out of the
club a second before Jeer did.

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   The evening had ground to a complete halt.  Two other dancers came out
and wowed the crowd before an impulse reached Jein's brain that she was
looking at them, but not watching anymore.

   She collected her purse and made her way through the crowd of drunken
revelers between her and the door.  The stairs back up to ground level
thudded past her one at a time without registering.  After a minute she
walked outside and turned back toward the main street, and as soon as she
was out of sight of the bouncers a wiry youth grabbed her wrist and uttered
a salacious invitation with a veiled threat.

   Without thinking at all she kneed him in the groin, stepped over his
twitching carcass and kept going.  Even more numbness set in as she waited
for the train to come, and stayed as she got in and watched the lights of
the buildings whip past the windows all the way to the stop near her aunt's
house.  Somehow she ended up inside the kitchen, next to a machine making a
steaming pot of coffee for her.  Never before had coffee had any kind of
appeal to her, but she poured herself a mug, went into the front parlor and
had a seat.  Slowly, she took a sip.

   And waited.

   At some point the coffee got cold and she went back into the kitchen to
make another pot.  Later Jein could hear the sounds of the staff waking up
and starting to bustle around the house as they began their duties for the
day.  One of them entered the parlor where Jein was sitting with a broom
and dustpan in hand.  It was Jasami, who'd finally convinced their aunt of
how she should be allowed to help out around the house.

   "What are you doing up so early?" she asked with no attempt to disguise
the frankness of the question.

   "Waiting for Jeer to get back," Jein answered.

   Jasami set the broom down and walked over to Jein with a concerned look
on her face.  "Jein, are you okay?" she asked.  "What happened last night?
I thought you guys were just going to a strip club."

   Jein reached out and stroke the girl's hair.  "We did, Jasami, we did.
But I saw somebody there, and now Jeer's doing me a favor and I'm waiting
for him to get back with what he found."

   Jasami waved her hand in front of her sister's eyes.  Jein didn't react.
Worriedly the younger girl prompted her, "Yeah?  Who'd you see?"

   "Shana."

   Jasami fell down in surprise.  "Shana's a stripper?!"

   "She was just there." Jein sipped her coffee and blanched while nothing
registered in her eyes at all.  "Watching the show."

   "Uh, you stay here, okay?  I'll be right back..."

   Jasami ran upstairs as fast as she could and returned a few minutes
later dragging a stumbling Cathallis, still bleary-eyed and in a scandalous
see-through nightie with nothing but a white thong underneath.

   "What's so bloody important you dragged me out of bed at the crack of--"

   "What's wrong with Jein?" Jasami interrupted.  "You're the smart one,
figure it out." She shoved one bleary twin at the other.

   Cathallis looked more awake upon hearing something was wrong with her
twin.  She looked into Jein's blank eyes.  "Jein?" she asked gently.

   "Hi, Cath," Jein replied, staring straight through her.

   Cautiously Cathallis straddled one of Jein's legs and climbed into her
lap.  The dark-haired twin kissed Jein, and suddenly Jein dropped her cup,
and slipped her arms under her sister's and around Cathallis's back.  Jein
started to deepen the kiss and Cathallis moaned in pleasure.

   Jasami stamped her foot, then pulled her dress down to waist and
straddled Jein's other leg.  The chair the three of them sat on groaned
under the weight of three occupants, but none of them paid enough attention
to hear it.  Cathallis purred into the kiss, then Jasami shoved her to get
more room to rub against Jein herself.

   Her young nipples were harder than it seemed should have been possible
to Jein's mind, but then Cathallis shoved Jasami aside and her developed
breasts were mooshing against Jein's own ample chest.

   "Oooohoooohhhhh," Jein groaned and her eyes came into focus.

   "Are you back, Jein?" Jasami asked.

   "Is Jeer here yet?"

   "No, not yet," Cathallis replied.  "Jein, what happened?  You seemed
like you were you in a trance or something."

   Jein sighed and shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from it. 
"That feels better, yeah.  I went to a club with Jeer, like I told you
guys. And Shana was there, watching women get naked.  I went over to try to
talk to, but she saw me and ran away.  I told Jeer to follow her."

   "Shana, as in your friend from when you were kids, Shana?" Jasami asked.

   "Shana as in the one who grew up with me on Earth, and who disappeared
right before I came back to Akton," Jein nodded.  "And disappeared again as
soon as I found her.  I've been trying to find her but apparently, her real
last name isn't the one she told me when we were kids.  Doesn't show up in
any of the population registries."

   Jasami cupped Jein's chin and looked her straight in the eye.  "Don't be
a zombie like that again, okay?  If you do I'll have to spank you, and you
wouldn't like that."

   "You don't scare me, Jazz."

   "I think you need to learn to fear me," Jasami replied, ominously.

   "That's enough," Jein said, fixing her youngest sister with an iron
glare.  "You're supposed to be helping around the house, so go help."

   Jasami started and nodded vigorously, slid off Jein's leg and pulled her
dress back up.  She collected her broom and dustpan.  With a last glance
she scurried upstairs again.

   "What was that?" Cathallis asked.

   "I've been up all night waiting for news.  I don't have the energy to
banter with her right now.  Tempting as her idea was..."

   --------

   After a bath by herself where she managed to think about nothing without
settling into another stupor, Jein threw on shorts and a tank top, an
outfit she was starting to like, and wandered back downstairs in search of
breakfast.  In a minute the scent of toast was wafting up from a plate in
front of her beside a tall glass of orange juice.

   Jein had no illusions that she was enjoying finding herself in a
fantastic world like Akton.  Yet, it was still comforting that she could
still start her day with the same meals she always had.

   "Are you there in there, Jein?" She looked up to see her aunt peering
through the doorway into the kitchen.  Namiel walked in, holding a familiar
coffee cup with a big chip missing from one side.  "Something on your
mind?"

   "I was waiting for Jeer to get back and tell me something.  I kind of
wanted to make sure I'd be awake when he got here."

   "And what is it you're waiting to hear?"

   Jein sighed, and a long beat passed.  "Where an old friend of mine
lives. I saw her at the club last night and she ran away when she saw me."

   Namiel took a seat opposite her.  "Jein, please listen to me.  I'm sure
you're eager to live up to your mother's legacy, but try to be a decent
person while you're doing it, all right?  If this friend of yours didn't
want to talk, wouldn't a friend respect that?  Not have someone follow
them?"

   A response wasn`t forthcoming.  Jein had never been treated like this by
her aunt before.  "I'd been wondering what happened to her since--" Jein
began, but her aunt held up a hand to silence her.

   "You're the oldest, you're supposed to be setting a good example for the
others, Jein.  I presume you saw what Cathallis was walking around wearing
this morning.  Or, that is, not wearing."

   "Cathallis is the same age as me.  I'm not exactly in a position to be
her awe-inspiring role model."

   "Nonsense.  Both of them adore you.  How do you think your parents would
react if they saw your sister walking around in a transparent piece of
nothing like that?"

   "I'll talk to her about that," Jein said, although she had the feeling
they'd have stopped and stared while parts of them got stiff.

   "And while you're at it, maybe you can talk to Adren," Namiel added. 
"Since you moved in with us he hasn't left his room when he's not at work."

   "Uh, where IS his room, exactly?"

   "Downstairs.  Between the servants' quarters and the exercise room.  And
Jein, please, take it easy.  I know you want to be like your mother, but
don't go jumping in with both feet, all right?  The Free Territories have
plenty of heroes already.

   "Sure, I won't.  Better go check on Adren, though." Jein slipped down to
the basement.  Of all the things that had to stay the same in this world
where literally anything seemed possible, it had to be getting lectured by
her family.

   Finding the exercise room was easy enough, but she'd never actually gone
down the narrow hall in the one wall.  About halfway down it were a pair of
doors facing each other.  The door on the left obviously led to the laundry
room, because an elf in a black maid's dress was carrying a basket of dirty
clothes in.  The other was slightly ajar, but dark inside with occasional
flashes of color on the walls.  And Jein swore she could hear heated
grunting...

   She peered inside, and was slightly disappointed at what she saw.

   Adren's room was dark, lit only by the light given off by the pair of
computer monitors on his desk.  Neither was displaying porn.  The one on
the left showed an imagine Jein was familiar with; a grid covered in
glittering stones of various colors and shapes, shifting into new patterns
constantly.  Adren moved one hand, and the grid shifted upward to reveal
another grid beneath.  It was a game called Orinka, and it had been
included in Action Pack.  Jein had been okay at it, but the ease with which
Adren shifted the stones about and effortlessly went from grid to grid
amazed her.  She couldn't believe how proud she'd been of being able to
handle three of those grids.

   The other screen showed what looked to be a news broadcast, with a
dateline along the bottom reading "Northern Incursion Repelled by Legion
Alpha." A bald black man swatted flying robots with his bare hands, which
Jein recognized he was able to do because she'd seen him doing the exact
same thing before.  It was Mister Talok, a member of a superhero team
called Legion Alpha, which was another game featured in Action Pack
(another member of which, Rush from the description, Jasami had apparently
met recently).  His power was to enlarge himself into a giant, although the
only time he appeared was when he was seen in the background smacking
fighter planes out of the air.

   She listened a little longer and Adren's grunting sounded more like
growls of frustration.  His chair was pointed toward the monitor showing
the Orinka game, and he had his hands encased in metallic gloves with wires
running from the knuckles to behind his desk.  He waggled his fingers and
waved his hands as the grids and stones shifted, controlling the game with
his movements.  Jein wondered if Orinka was any easier with robo-gloves
like that instead of the controller she'd had.

   One of the grids shimmered and disappeared, dropping the stones off the
screen.  Adren snarled.  Not surprising, since that meant that grid had
gotten completely out of control and the game had closed it off.  Too many
grids did that, and it would be game over.

   Jein took a step closer.  In the light of the monitors she could see
sweat glistening on Adren's cheeks and forehead.  Damn, this boy took his
Orinka seriously.  Another grid crumbled and he yelled his frustrations
again.

   "Adren?" Jein said.  "It's a just a game.  Isn't it?"

   He let out the loudest yell yet, but this was one of surprise and fear.
Adren jumped back into his chair so hard it toppled over, and because his
gloves were connected to his computer, it was pulled backward it slammed
against the wall and yanked the monitors flat against his desk.  Jein
yelped in surprise herself and jumped out of her cousin's way.  She landed
heavily on her side.  "Ow..."

   "What in the name of all the gods do you think--" Adren started to
demand, then stopped and stared in Jein's direction.  He freed a shaking
hand from its glove and jabbed at a light switch, and a lamp in the ceiling
came to life.

   "What are you staring at?" Jein asked, and looked at herself.  Somehow
one strap of her tank top had slipped down her shoulder, and a copious
amount of her upper chest was exposed.  In fact her shorts were riding up
until they showed almost her entire hip, and one leg was draped over the
other in a rather sensual pose.

   Somehow as she fell she'd managed to put herself in a pose that looked
like the centerfold of a motorcycle magazine.  Intriguing.

   "Why are you laying like that?" he asked.

   "I didn't mean to, I just did."

   "I see..."

   "With your eyes that wide, it must be hard not to."

   As she said that, a sudden realization came over Jein.  Since finding
out her real gender, she'd been repelled by even thinking about men.  Yet
as Adren stared down at her with the widest eyes she'd ever seen, she
simply kept laying there, her body prominently on display.  A second later
he blushed as he continued to stare, and Jein giggled a little.  What was
going on?  Why didn't her every instinct rebel?  Why wasn't her skin
crawling like it had when Lucius Handred had eyed her wearing an only
slightly less revealing outfit?

   Finally, the silence broke.  "You need to go now," Adren said.

   "What?"

   "I said you need to go now," Adren repeated himself.  He hoisted Jein to
her feet then hustled her out of the room before slamming his door and
loudly locking it behind her.

   "Wait!" Jein said, finally finding her own voice.  She pounded on the
door.  "I have to ask you something!" He didn't answer.  The light seeping
out from under the door went out, and she heard a white noise machine turn
on inside the room.

   "Crap."

   ------

   Well, that had been a bust.  Jein waited a while, knocked again, but
still Adren ignored her.  She wandered upstairs and thought about "talking"
to Cathallis about her outfit, but wasn't in the mood.  Shana running out
on her and being shoved out by her cousin had left her feeling a little
pouty, and she plopped down in front of her computer.

   For the five-hundredth time, Jein pulled up a search for information in
Zenith's citizen registry, and typed in Shana's name.  For the
five-hundredth time, nine thousand results came back.

   For the five-hundredth time, it might have even done her some good if
Shana's last name from back on Earth was the last name she had on Akton.

   Absently Jein pulled up the menu listing the couple of games she'd gone
out and bought, but none of them inspired much passion from her.  What a
fine heroine she was turning out to be.  Rejection from two people and she
couldn't get up the energy to do anything.

   Good thing that was when she heard the doorbell ring.  Jein ran down to
the front door and hit the button beside it to activate the intercom. 
Jeer's face appeared on a little screen next to it as he stood outside the
gate.  He had a small notepad in one hand.  "Jein?  Are you there?  I gotta
talk to you about your favor!"

   "Come in, come in!" Jein almost yelled, then hoped her aunt hadn't heard
her.  She hit the button to open the front gate and ran out to meet the
coonkin.  He stood up and flipped his notepad open as they got near to each
other.

   "Okay!" he said and started to read off his findings.  "Your friend
appears to live on a farm a little ways outside of town.  The Wolch family
owns it."

   "Shana Wolch, huh," Jein mused.  "I like that."

   "I noticed their house is really big," Jeer went on.  "Like reaaaaaally
big.  The front door was like twelve feet tall."

   "Twelve feet tall?" Jein repeated.  "For a farmhouse?  Why would they
have a door that big?"

   Jeer shrugged.  "I don't know, I just followed her home.  You didn't say
anything about sneaking inside.  Let's see.  Her bedroom's apparently on
the southeast corner, second floor.  That's where the lights went on a
minute after she went in." Jein quivered a little as Jeer mentioned that,
and hoped he didn't notice.  She wasn't proud of herself for it, but a
small part of her wished Jeer had brought her back video of the inside of
Shana's bedroom...

   Jeer flipped his notepad closed.  "Anyway, that's the info you were
looking for, yes?"

   "Yeah, it is.  Thank you so--"

   "That'll be four titty-fucks for services rendered."

   "Four?!" Jein roared.

   A moment of silence passed.  Then Jeer spoke up.  "I don't know if I'm
more surprised that you're not surprised that I get paid in titty-fucks
sometimes, or that you think that's too many."

   Jein grabbed his notebook and ripped the first page out.  "Hey!" he
yelped, but she'd already read over the address three times and committed
it to memory.

   It was time to pay an old friend a visit.

   ----------

   The officer at the checkpoint at the city wall regarded Jein with
scrutinizing eyes as he checked her face and the name on her ID.  Then
checked them again.  Finally he waved the hover car she'd hired through. 
She drove cautiously until cresting a hill, then as soon as the checkpoint
was out of sight she floored it.  This had been waiting for far too long...

   The road she dove along was paved, for whatever sense that made when
most vehicles on the road only seemed to touch it when they were parked,
with thick rails covering the sides.  Past those rails were thick fields of
tall green plants.  If she'd looked out her windows Jein might have thought
they looked like corn plants.  But she wasn't, only looking for the homes
of the people who worked them.  As she passed one house she looked at the
residence number on the outside and sped on when it wasn't the one Jeer had
gotten for her.

   Two more farmsteads passed by like that, but on the fourth Jein saw the
number on the note hanging from her rearview mirror and braked hard.

   This was it.  Jein had been going over what she'd say, everything from
casually asking how Shana'd been, to flat-out asking why Shana had run off
the night before.  She still hadn't made up her mind as to what it would be
as she pulled up to the house and parked her vehicle in what seemed like an
unobtrusive spot close to the road.  Jein's hand trembled as she took the
key out of the ignition.  Nothing clever came to mind.  No surge of
excitement that she'd finally tracked her old friend down.

   Well, if there was one thing Jein wasn't going to do, it was sit around
being a pussy at the moment of truth.  The door popped open and she climbed
out, and looked up at the farmhouse.

   It was indeed a lot larger than any house she'd seen, just like Jeer had
said, and even taller than the several other buildings nearby it by at
least a few feet.  The front door was more than twice as tall as she was,
and the roof was likewise twice as tall as seemed appropriate to Jein's
mind.

   Jein walked up to the house and knocked on the door.  While she was
waiting for an answer, someone came out from behind the barn a ways away.
She looked up and froze right in her tracks.

   Towering over her was a woman, but it was obviously the woman that door
had been made for.  She stood ten feet high, nearly eleven.  She had on
overalls and green t-shirt, and in her powerful arms she held a machine
that looked like a tractor, and set it down in front of her when she saw
Jein standing in front of the house.

   "And who are you supposed to be?" she boomed.

   "I'm Jein," the teen stammered.  "Jein Devyre.  I'm here too--"

   "Little Jein?" the gigantic woman interrupted.

   "I guess," Jein answered.  To this woman there probably wasn't anything
else she could be.

   "Shana's friend?  She got home weeks ago, where you been??"

   "Well, I--," Jein stammered.  She'd thought about what she'd say if she
met Shana, not anybody else.  As she looked up at the giantess, though, she
started to notice similarities with Shana.  The same wavy red-brown hair
pulled back into a practical ponytail, the same broad shoulders and strong
lower jaw.  Was this her mother?  It certainly explained her hulking frame.
And how she could punch so hard...  "I didn't exactly know where to find
her.  They took away my memories when they sent me to Earth, and Shana
never told me her real last name, or where she lived."

   "So she never went and found YOU?" the woman exclaimed.  "When I find
her she better have a damn good excuse."

   "Uh, Mrs.  Wolch!" Jein tried to head this off, worried that it wouldn't
take Shana long to learn who'd brought the giantess's anger down on her,
and that the perpetrator would probably earn themselves a punch through the
nearest wall.  "You don't have to do that!  I'm sure Shana has a good
reason."

   The giantess appeared unmoved.  "SHANA!!!" she yelled.  Jein could feel
her teeth rattling from the reverberations of the deafening yell.  "Getcher
butt over here right now!"

   After a minute another person approached from out of the fields,
carrying a bale of hay.  Under each arm.  Two young boys were clinging to
her shoulders, and all three of them smiled and laughed together.  Until
they spotted the intruder on their property.

   "What are you doing here?" Shana demanded.

   "Looking for you," Jein answered.  Somehow Shana looked even taller and
more muscular than Jein remembered.  She'd certainly developed a healthy
tan from all the outdoor work living on a farm must've entailed.  Goose
bumps started to break out on Jein's skin, and suddenly her underwear
seemed incredibly hot and wet.

   "What'd I tell you boys about bugging your sister when she's doing her
chores?" Mrs.  Wolch said and plucked the boys off Shana's shoulders.  Then
she turned and smiled at Jein and Shana.  "We'll leave you two alone to get
caught up."

   "Mom!" Shana called, but the giantess walked past the buildings, picked
up the tractor she'd been carrying with one arm, and kept going into the
fields, her sons hanging off her shoulders as they had with Shana.

   Who turned to give Jein an icy look.

   "Why are you here?  Can't you take a hint?" she demanded.

   "Do you really think a hint like that isn't just going to make me look
even harder?" Jein retorted.  "I thought we were friends, Shana.  But I
finally saw you again and you just ran out on me.  Was it all an act to
have an excuse to keep an eye on me?"

   Shana's face softened.  "No, it wasn't."

   "Then why did you run away when you saw me?  What were you doing in a
strip club, anyway?" Suddenly Jein covered her mouth as what she just said
sank into her own mind.

   Shana glowered.  "I suppose I know what YOU were doing in one.  Is that
what you came here to ask?"

   "I came here to ask why my friend ran away from me," Jein replied, and
added more quietly, "But I won't lie I'm curious about the second one."

   "None of your business!" Shana snapped, and Jein was glad the bigger
girl's arms were full.  "Get out of here!  Haven't you got a dragon to slay
or something?!"

   Right then, Jein would have rather been facing one.

   "Shana, I--"

   "Just go, Jein.  I've got things to do, and answering nosy questions
isn't one of them."

   "Then, I guess...bye, Shana," Jein said.  She had no idea what else to
say.

   "Bye," Shana said, not turning to face Jein to say it.  Then walked past
the barn and into the next field.

   ------

   A few minutes into the trip back to Zenith, Jein noticed how hard she
was clenching the steering wheel, and noticed how hard she was thinking
about something she hadn't noticed she was thinking about.

   How mad she was.  At herself, for letting that idiotic question slip
out, and being stupid enough to press it.  For being stupid enough not to
think out what she was going to say, how she'd say it.  What she'd ask. 
Waiting until she'd actually slept through the night and know she was in
control of her faculties.

   This wasn't a game where you had a bunch of pre-defined options when
asking about what was pre-defined going on.  She should've remembered all
the things conversations involved, and the state of mind Shana was likely
to be in after seeing her and running out of the club.

   But Jein hadn't thought through all that.  Any of that.  She'd finally
found Shana.  The old friend she'd been hoping to find again since making
it home to Akton.  This wasn't something she could've put off following up
on.  Should have, sure, but couldn't have.

   Well, the tutorial was over and she had her first real quest: to find a
way to win her old friend over again.

   And, if possible, find out what Shana had been doing in a strip club.

   When she did, there'd be no running off half-cocked and sleep-deprived,
Jein promised herself.

   On the way back into Zenith the guard at the checkpoint was the same one
she'd run into on the way out.  After he checked her ID again he peered
into the back of the car like he was expecting to see something there, and
Jein got the feeling it was probably buried treasure or a severed ogre's
head or something.  Maybe a gracious damsel in a tiny dress.

   She needed a good distraction, something to help her cool down so she
could come up with a proper plan.  And while two very tempting and
available naked bodies sprang to mind, Jein decided she needed one that let
her feel like she was working toward something.

   And that was why, as soon as she returned to her aunt's mansion, Jein
went straight to her room, and changed into clean panties.  Then, down to
the basement and she started going through a series of forms and stances
Takel had shown her.  Jein had been a little annoyed to be reduced to solo
practice like this, as sore as she still was in some places, but for the
time being aunt Namiel had forbidden any further live sparring.

   Her muscles tightened as she started going through the more intensive
routines.  Grinding was still annoying, since she'd much rather be out
doing something, but at least it was leading toward being able to do
something.

   Takel hadn't been kidding about how she was picking up the moves faster
than she would've thought.  It would be a while before Jein was a black
belt of anything, but as she threw a practiced palm-thrust, she thought it
might not be too long before she could convince him to teach her to shoot
chi fireballs from her hands and do tornado punches.

   Then again, Takel was never far away from her aunt, and while learning
how to defend herself was one thing, Jein wasn't sure if she could convince
her aunt to let her learn moves that powerful.  Not considering what she'd
undoubtedly be using them for.

   Maybe it was time to look into other places to seek training, Jein
thought as she landed from a flying kick, ample breasts heaving within her
taut shirt.  But that brought up the question of how she'd pay for such
training.  There had to be such thing as chi fireball training on a place
like Akton, right?  But it couldn't be cheap, and she had no intention of
paying some shirtless, arrogant martial arts prodigy for the privilege of
training with him with her body.

   Or worse, some ages-old old master whose libido hadn't suffered any over
the years, who only took her on as a pupil because she had a nice pair, and
who insisted she train without a bra or some damn thing.  Her skin crawled
at the thought...

   She loaded up the barbell set, then she laid down on the bench and with
a deep breath, lifted the barbell into her hands and went into her set.

   One.

   She'd never had much of an inclination to work out while back on Earth,
but after giving it a chance, there was a sense of satisfaction there she'd
never known before.

   Two.

   Well, there had been one thing, but she hadn't really been thinking of
it as "satisfaction" at the time.

   Three.

   About a month before they came home to Akton, Shana had just been turned
down when she'd tried to ask about this artist who went to their school. 
For the second time Jein could ever remember, the gigantic girl was looking
vulnerable.

   Four.

   Not thinking of why, she remembered going over to Shana's house to see
what she could do.  Shana had been upstairs crying for hours, her "parents"
had said.

   Five.

   She'd tried a number of tactics to get Shana to talk.  To say what an
asshole that artist was.  How it had always confused her that guys always
seemed intimidated by women stronger than themselves.  That Shana had
always seemed like the big sister she'd never had (but kind of wanted.  Not
that she'd told Shana that).

   Six.

   Then Shana had done something unexpected.  She'd pinned Jein against the
wall and kissed her.

   Seven.

   Her first kiss.

   Eight.

   It had been uncertain, awkward.  But there was a feeling of relief the
way Shana pressed up against Jein.

   Nine.

   After that Shana had always seemed a little more glad to see her, and
more eager to come over.  Even if the punching didn't stop.  So why had she
freaked out when Jein saw her at the club?  Had Shana been dragged there on
a date or something, then abandoned by the boy?

   Ten.

   No, that wasn't it.  It couldn't be it.

   Eleven.

   Shana had known all along, hadn't she?  That Jein was really a girl.

   Twelve.

   So why would she have kissed Jein?  And been in a strip club if...

   Thirteen.

   Oh god.

   She'd always thought Shana had been into guys.  But now that she thought
about it...

   Jein sighed loudly and seated the barbell on its rack again.  Fuck, this
wasn't distracting her at all.  She was thinking about Shana harder than
ever.  She sat up and dabbed the sweat from her forehead, then froze in
place.

   Sitting on the corner of the wall of the hallway leading down to Adren's
room was a full-length mirror Jein hadn't noticed before.  Reflected in it,
she could see that the door to his room was open a bit, and still lit only
by the light of his computer monitors.  And that there was a silhouette of
a person looking back at her from inside.

   "Hold it!" Jein yelled.  The door slammed shut and there was a frantic
clicking as Adren fumbled with the lock, but Jein grabbed the knob and
threw it the door open.  Adren toppled onto the floor again, and Jein
flicked the light on.  Her cousin was panting and his eyes were wide. 
"What's going on?" Jein demanded.

   "This is the second time you just barged in here," Adren said amidst his
ragged breaths.

   "Okay, last time I shouldn't have," Jein admitted.  "This time you were
staring at me while I worked out.  That mirror wasn't there when I moved
in."

   "No," Adren said.  "It wasn't."

   "You had it put there to watch me work out?"

   "Yes.  And Cathallis when she comes down here," Adren said and looked
away.

   Jein knitted her brow, then smiled just a little.  "So are you saying I
turn you on when I'm pumping iron?"

   "Not just then."

   "Not just then?  Like, when?"

   Adren nodded and persisted in not looking at her.  "Like all the time.
Especially since you started wearing skirts.  You can beat me up now if you
want.  I would."

   But Jein didn't attack him.  She bent down, cupped his chin and turned
his face to meet her eyes.  His face carried a look of weary resignation
for whatever was about to happen to him.

   "Is that why you haven't left your room since we moved in?"

   "Don't say it like that," he glowered.

   "Okay, okay," Jein apologized, giggling a little.  "Is that why you've
been keeping to yourself so much?"

   "Yes, it has," Adren replied.  He shut his eyes and sighed.

   "Cut that out.  I'm not gonna pummel you."

   "Then what ARE you going to do?"

   "Well, maybe you'd like to hang out?  Have you ever touched a real
girl?" Jein suggested.

   "Not...as such."

   "Yeah?" Jein replied.  Thinking about men staring at her had made her
skin crawl since finding out she wasn't one, but somehow, his attention was
oddly flattering.  He was kind of cute, and seemed harmless enough even if
he had, vaguely, indirectly, admitted to pleasuring himself while thinking
of her.  And watching her.

   So she took his wrist and pushed his hand into her breast.

   Adren's eyes seemed to grow until they covered the top half of his face.
It was exactly the reaction Jein had been expecting, and she couldn't help
but smile.  Her cousin was obviously doing something big for the first
time, and the look of awe at what he was discovering was just so cute...

   His fingers started to knead at the fabric of Jein's shirt, and roll the
soft flesh of her breast.  Jein leaned forward to press the weight of her
breast into his hand, and allow her to stretch out with her leg and push
the door to his room closed with her foot.

   "I don't know if this is--" Adren started to say, but Jein pressed a
fingertip to his lips to shush him.

   "Sometimes thinking is good.  Sometimes it's okay not to," she
whispered.

   "Can I--" Adren started again but a look from Jein cut him off.  Instead
he reached out with his other hand, and clutched at her other breast.  Jein
moaned heatedly as he attacked her flesh, and if it was possible Adren's
eyes grew even wider.  "Oh gods...I..."

   "Having second thoughts, cuz?" Jein smirked.

   "Who's thinking?" he replied.

   Jein laughed.  "Good answer!" An uncertain smile formed on Adren's face.
He started to pull and knead faster at Jein's chest, and a second later she
gasped and arched her waist up as something jabbed at her stomach.

   "Ow!"

   "Sorry!" Adren gasped.  "I shouldn't get excited so fast, I know,
but...I've never really..."

   "Shhh!"

   "Right.  I'm sorry.  I'm thinking again."

   "No!" Jein whispered angrily.  "Shhh!  Somebody's coming!"

   Someone knocked on the door.  "Adren?  Are you still in there?" came the
voice of aunt Namiel.

   "Yes, mother."

   "Didn't Jein talk to you about getting out more?"

   "I'm in here right now, aunt Namiel," Jein called.  "Adren was talking
to me about Legion Alpha.  Getting me caught up on who's in charge of
protecting the city."

   "Well, that's a step in the right direction.  But come on out of there
in a minute you two.  It's almost time for supper." Footsteps receded into
the distance.

   Adren looked up at his cousin, a strange look on his face somewhere
between confusion and awe.  "I didn't know you followed Legion Alpha."

   "Well, sort of.  It's...complicated.  How's Tiger Blue?"

   "I guess sort of is right.  Tiger Blue died a couple months ago."

   "What?!  No!" Jein moaned.  Tiger Blue had been the character she played
the most back in the Action Pack.  As she thought about it she guessed it
was not only possible but likely that some of the information that was used
to make the various games was no longer accurate.  Still, as she'd been
training and preparing to do a little adventuring of her own, there'd been
characters...people she'd been hoping to actually meet someday.

   "What about the Dogs of War?" she asked.  "Are they okay?"

   Adren shrugged.  "As far as anybody knows.  They don't exactly make
themselves available to the media the way Legion Alpha does."

   Jein nodded, distantly recalling the meager attempts at story in the
Dogs of War game.  About them being spawned from the laboratory of a
megalomaniac bent on global domination, but being given free will by a
malfunctioning robot assistant they rebelled and escaped before they were
forced to join his legion of mutated thralls.

   Considering how embattled the Free Territories were supposed to be, it
made a kind of sense that someone created by one of their enemies might be
hesitant to step into a spotlight.  Even if those three had no doubt done
the country some good from time to time...

   "Hey, Jein?" Adren interrupted her thoughts.  "Thanks."

   "You maybe want to pick this up again later?  Like, as in you catching
me up on Legion Alpha?" she offered.

   His smile got less uncertain.  "Maybe."

   ---------

   Dinner was a quick and quiet affair.  Cathallis ate like a bird and
excused herself early.  She claimed to have some reading to do, about
something fairly serious from the way she said it.  Jasami was in higher
spirits since getting to do something where she felt useful, but didn't
have much to talk about other than the list of things she'd come up with
that needed tending to around the house.  It wasn't that long.

   Adren listened to his mother admonish him not to confine himself to his
room all the time, and he nodded and said "yes" a lot while she gave a
number of suggestions of upcoming events.  He kept stealing glances at Jein
as she delicately sipped spoonfuls of soup.  That morning hadn't been the
first time her aunt had tried to give her tips on acting like a lady or
being a good example to her sisters, but it had been the first time in a
while she hadn't been alert enough to remember the proper response.

   She smiled back when Namiel's attention wasn't focused on her, and he
smiled back when it was.

   She wasn't sure why this particular example of the male of her species
didn't creep her out, even after she'd let him touch her and he was
obviously looking for the chance to do so again.  Maybe it was because he
was too timid to make the first move, or maybe...because they were related.
He certainly had precedence on his side there...

   "That was good, a little heavy though," Jein finally said as he let go
of her soup spoon.  "I think I'll go for a swim to work it off." She was
sure heard a "boing" sound from across the table.

   Jein nipped upstairs without waiting for approval or not.  Cathallis
wasn't in their room, probably doing her reading in the library.  She made
a mental note to make more time for her sisters in the near future.

   For the moment, though, she dug around in the wardrobe they shared and
fished out a strapless purple bikini.  Jein had officially declared that it
was her, and Cathallis had offered no resistance.

   She slipped into the bathing suit, and looked at the deep purple garment
in the mirror.  Purple.  She'd never admitted it to anyone, not even Shana,
but that had always been her favorite color.  But now, everything made a
lot more sense...

   After grabbing a fluffy towel Jein went downstairs and turned on the
lights for the pool.  Darkness had settled over Zenith, and with all the
colorful lights glinting on the skyscrapers she could make out over the
fence it looked like any other big city she'd ever been in.  It was
comforting in a weird way, that in spite of all the things that were
turning out to be real in this new world in which she found herself, some
things stayed exactly the same.

   She jumped into the deep end and bobbed in place a few times.  Her hair
spread out across the surface of the water like a white sheet, and she shut
her eyes and just let the cool water lap at her skin.

   All of a sudden there was a splash and droplets raining against her
cheek.  She looked up, some part of her brain expecting an attack, but
bobbing in the pool a few feet away was Adren, smiling sheepishly.

   "Sorry.  I thought when you said you were going for a swim, it was an
invitation."

   Jein drifted closer to him and stroked her palms over his chest and
sides.  His build was skinny, like she'd expected, but clad in just trunks
it was easier to tell...Adren bit his lip hard but a muffled squeak got out
anyway.

   "I'm really not going to beat you up," she tried assure him.

   "It's not that.  I'm still getting used to...to a girl taking an
interest."

   "You kidding?  I bet the girls would be knocking your door down if we
didn't have that fence up."

   Adren glowered.  "Jein, if we're going to do this, I'd appreciate it if
you wouldn't make fun of me."

   "Okay, okay.  Sorry." She craned her neck forward and planted a kiss on
his cheek.  He groaned and quivered between her hands as she did.  "Apology
accepted?"

   "Uh, I...I guess?" With shaking hands he closed in to return the kiss
when Jein stopped and looked over his shoulder.  In the bushes outside the
fence, low to the ground, where two dazzling green points of light focused
on the two of them.

   "You guys don't gotta stop on account of me," came a familiar voice from
the same direction.

   "Jeer!" Jein called out, somewhat annoyed.  "Do you hide in our bushes
every night?!"

   "Only the ones you don't let me in the front door."

   Adren looked up to see what she was looking at.  "Is that the friend of
yours you went out with last night?"

   Jeer scoffed.  "Me?  Just FRIENDS with her?  My dear fellow, you gravely
underestimate me!"

   "I'll pay you back later, okay?!" Jein yelled.  "I'm right in the middle
of something!"

   The nimble coonkin slipped between the bars of the iron fence and
scampered over to the side of the pool and leered down at the pair.  "Looks
like something with a guy.  You told me a fib when you said you didn't like
the penis!"

   "He's my cousin," Jein growled.

   "...who you're making out with in a swimming pool."

   Adren swam to the edge of the pool where Jeer was sitting and hauled
himself out.  He wasn't a fit young man, but all the same he towered over
Jeer, and glared at the furry intruder.

   "You've got a l-lot of nerve talking to her like that," he said,
obviously trying to sound as threatening as he could, just as obviously
doing it for the first time in his life, judging from the slight quaver in
his voice near the middle of the sentence.

   "Whoa, shit." Jeer took a melodramatic step back.  "I didn't know you
were going out with a hero, Jein!"

   Adren clenched his teeth and took an angry step toward Jeer.  The
coonkin didn't flinch.  "You sneak around my house to spy on people here,
you insult my cousin and now you're insulting me.  You're walking a very
fine line, furball!" Adren exclaimed.

   "Don't worry, my lady!" Jeered called over his shoulder.  He raised his
tiny fists like a boxer.  "I'll show you how worthy I am of your
attentions!"

   Jein didn't say anything.  Instead she sank into the water up to her
nose.  It was the only way she could keep from laughing at what was going
on.  She never thought she'd live to see the day where two members of the
opposite sex were fighting over her, but this wasn't the reaction anyone
else seemed to have when it happened to them.  Or even thought about it
happening to them.

   This was just...silly.  And it seemed the only one who didn't know was
Adren.

   Jein managed to bite down her laughter and surge up out of the pool when
it looked like Adren was about to take a swing.  "Cool it you guys!  Jeer
was just kidding!" She hauled herself out to stand between the two of them.
Both of them dropped their fists, Jeer surreptitiously winking up at her as
he did.

   "If he's your friend he shouldn't be talking like that to you," Adren
groused.

   "Loosen up, rich boy," Jeer said, far too casually.  "Have some fun."

   "Boys," Jein said and balled her hands into fists.  Jeer and Adren fell
silent, and Jein gave a sigh and released her fists.  "Thanks."

   "You know, Jein, you're kind of hot when you're threatening to beat the
crap out of me in a tiny swimsuit," Jeer grinned.

   "He's got a point, actually," Adren added.  A blush started to color his
cheeks, and the slight smile on his face was wistful, not uncertain.

   "Oh, so you guys do have something in common," Jein shook her head.

   The coonkin chuckled.  "If there's anything most people can agree on,
it's a woman who's showing off that much of herself." He reached out and
shamelessly stroked over her bare thigh, and over the seat of her trunks
and firming ass cheeks with his other hand.  "You've been working out,
haven't you girl?"

   Instinctively she jerked away and ran right into Adren.  He gasped in
surprise and tried to catch his cousin, and without thinking, the part he
grabbed to steady Jein was her left breast.

   "You've got to be kidding me," she moaned.  Rather than push him off,
though, she cupped her hand on top of his and pushed his fingers further
into the yielding flesh of her tit.

   "This is a woman's body," Adren breathed more than said, and a very
faraway look settled into his eyes.  His fingers worked themselves against
the front of Jein's top, clutching clumsily at the girth of her swollen
tit. Jeer cackled and grabbed at ass with both hands now.  Jein grunted and
squirmed, but she started to giggle as she was attacked from the front and
back.

   She looked back at Jeer as he cupped her ass cheeks and rolled them in
his hands through the clinging purple fabric.  He smiled over and winked
over at her, and she realized her skin wasn't crawling at the thought of
this male staring at her body and touching her in the warm places either.
Had her reluctance to take a male partner been a preconceived notion of
hers, born from the years she spent thinking she had a Y chromosome?  Or
was her original "programming" starting to seep through after she'd found
some people with dicks she was willing to give a chance...?

   The question was quickly forgotten.  Her body was already starting to go
weak from the sensations of pleasure as Adren seemed to sense he was doing
well and started to massage her other breast in time with the first.  It
wasn't one long before a single took up residence in her head.

   Give it a try.

   "Boys, how about back behind the hot tub where nobody's going to look
out and see us?" Jein suggested to her partners, with her words already
coming out in a pant.

   "Got something against an audience, sweet cheeks?" Jeer teased, but he
obligingly started to saunter backwards where they'd be out of sight. 
Adren followed, his hands continuing to work over Jein's breasts every step
of the way.

   Her hands were trembling as she reached out to return the favor.  Adren
looked down at what his cousin was doing and blushed as her hands
disappeared inside his trunks.  Jein fumbled for a second before her
fingers touched and then wrapped around his length.  It was already so hot,
so stiff, so loooooong...and it was all thanks to her, wasn't it?

   Adren slipped one hand off her chest and cupped her chin.  His hand
still shook, but he pressed a kiss to her lips and held it.  Jein let her
tongue slip out and rub in a circle over his mouth.  He leaned back and
gasped in surprise, his cheeks colored by a blush she could just make out
in the fading light.

   "You some kind of racist or something, girl?" Jeer smacked Jein on the
ass.  She jumped again and bumped into Adren again, her heaving breasts
mashing against his thin chest.  Adren's eyes rolled up into his head. 
"I'm here too." Jeer yanked her bottoms down and grabbed at the succulent
cheeks he'd revealed.  While Jein was still awkwardly leaning against
Adren, Jeer darted in and licked up the outer curve of her derriere.

   "Take it easy!" she protested, but a giggle ruined it.  "This is my
first time with a guy!"

   "Better make sure it's one to remember, then," Adren stole another kiss
from her, but a quick one.

   "Good call, rich boy," Jeer said and put his tiny hands on Jein's waist
and started leaning her back, into the grass behind the fixtures of the
patio where they'd be out of sight as they got into trouble.  Quickly he
scooted out from behind her before her back sank into the grass.  "Maybe
you'd like the honor of deflowering the lady...she'd probably be more
comfortable that way, if what her sister says about her's true."

   "And just WHAT does my sister say about me??"

   "That you have the silkiest vagina she ever touched," Jeer said
mischievously, which seemed to be his default state.

   Adren gaped.  "Jein?  You have sex with your sister?  Which one."

   Jein held her face in her hands for a second.  Mainly because she
couldn't believe she was being asked that question.  Partly because she had
an answer.

   "...both of them."

   The boy's eyes went wide as he heard that and his hands flew to the
front of his trunks.  "Oh my...gods.  Not just me?  That's
just...oh...I...Jein, you're...I don't even know what to say..."

   Jeer shrugged off his clothes and sat down on her belly then with no
reservations rolled her top up and exposed her pillowy tits.  His long pink
length nestled neatly between the mounds.  "I can think of a couple things,
like `that's fucking hot.  You and me need to have a three-way soon.' Right
now, I'll settle for you paying me back one or two of those titty-fucks on
your bill."

   "I'm after you up there," Adren whispered.

   Jein stuck up her hand to get her cousin's attention.  "Just worry about
doing it normal your first time, okay?  And Jeer, maybe you got a condom
for the kid?"

   "I brought my own," Adren said, almost irritated.

   Jeer whistled.  "Let's give it up for Mister Confidence!"

   "Put it on and let's get going, huh?" Jein winked.

   The boy retreated backward to prepare himself, but Jeer appeared to be
in no mood to wait for him.  The coonkin grabbed at Jein's breasts and
pushed them together to mash around his cock, then back apart.  Then
together again to deform around his cock, then back apart.

   Jein understood something of Adren's shaking hands from before as she
reached up to cup the sides of her breasts and help Jeer work them over his
burning cock.  Just the feeling of her breasts being mooshed by an amorous
touch was enough to make her entire body tingle and drain the strength from
her limbs.  But to feel a hot, hardened penis do the mooshing...it was
something entirely new for her.

   She'd been a patron of the porn industry for about two years before fate
brought her home, but sitting on someone's stomach and painting their face
with cum was certainly something she'd never imagined she'd be on the
receiving end of.  Part of her was reluctant about being sprayed, but
another part...was curious.  And the second part was getting bigger each
time her breasts jammed down around Jeer's organ.

   "Ooohhhrrr...," Jein wisely observed.

   "Heh heh HEH!  You sound like a queen to me already," Jeer cackled. 
Adren tweaked the coonkin's ear and shot him an angry look until Jein
nudged her cousin off-balance with her foot.

   "Play nice, boys," she grunted.  The boys gave each other pointed looks,
but then broke away.  Adren splayed Jein's thighs and took a deep breath,
then she felt his length jab at her folds.  "Rrrngh!" Jein groaned and
squirmed.  She wasn't totally open yet, but that was quickly changing...

   Another thrust, rough, desperate, and Adren was inside.  Jein screeched
until she bit down on her lip as hard as she could.  Oh, god, it hurt!  She
could imagine that trickle of blood oozing down her thigh.

   Jein sucked in a deep breath and forced it out of her mind.  She'd
endured worse pain than her first impalement.  And what kind of inheritor
to her mother's leagcy was she training herself to become if she couldn't
keep quiet from the pain of losing her virginity?

   Then she was aware of Jeer squeezing her nipples with his little raccoon
hands, and Adren looking down at her too, concern written on their faces.
"You okay, Jein?" Adren whispered.

   "She's fine.  Right?" Jeer asked.

   "Yeah, I am," Jein gasped, her throat suddenly hoarse despite her
assurances to herself.  She cupped her own breasts again and smooshed them
together over Jeer's cock.  "Come on, Adren.  Fuck me.  Take it slow if you
want, but fuck me."

   "O-ok-ay, Jein..." He took a deep breath, and jammed his hips forward.
Jein yelped and shook.  Jeer bounced on her stomach and looked back over
his shoulder even as he kept digging his hardened shaft into Jein's tit. 
"S-sorry!" Adren blushed and pushed his cock home again, slower.

   Jein moaned out loudly and bit her lip again.  Her first penetration
still hurt, but it wasn't nearly the repulsive experience she'd imagined.
But as Adren pumped his hips up into her valley again, she was quick to
stuff that image into the back corners of her mind.  She felt...filled was
the only word that really came to mind.  Her breasts closed together again,
Jeer moaned, and then squired several white, sticky wads onto her face.

   Jein gasped and shut her eyes until she felt the wet impacts stop.  She
looked up at Jeer, was about to ask if that little spurt was all he had,
but her voice deserted her.  Adren pushed his steaming cock inside her
again, deeper than before.  He groaned, retreated his hips and made one
more thrust into his cousin's valley.  She felt him explode against the tip
of his condom, and a warm trickle going down her thigh.

   She didn't feel it long, though.  Jeer grabbed as big a handful of her
breasts as he could and groaned out.  Then he frantically pulled them to
cover his cock.  Pulled them back, slapped together again, heedless of
Jein's attempts to help get him off.  He actually barked for a second, and
then his pink cock erupted.  She quickly squeezed her eyes shut as she felt
him painting her face with streams of his arousal.

   It seemed like an eternity had passed before the spurting finally
stopped and Jein felt Jeer collapse onto her breasts.  Maybe it was her
imagination, but he seemed to have spread himself out as wide as he could
during his fall.

   Adren pulled back and leaned back on his hands.  "I...um...that...was
that okay, Jein?" he moaned.

   She found it in herself to laugh a little.  "It was okay, yeah.  But I'm
still lying here waiting for you two to get me off."

   "Oh yeah?" Jeer smirked.  "Move over, rich boy.  Let me show you how a
pro does it." He scuttled over to his discarded pants and fished a condom
out of the pocket.  While Jeer was busy Adren dragged himself to Jein's
side and slumped into the grass next to her.

   "But was I really okay?" he panted.

   "I think so, but that was my first time with the opposite sex, too," she
smiled back over at him.

   "So maybe we both need to keep practicing."

   "Or maybe you could just take a lesson from the master," Jeer said. 
"You ready for more, lady?"

   "I think so, Jeer," Jein smiled and splayed herself for the next round.

   If she could figure out how to survive a man's touch, she thought,
surely she could figure out how to talk to Shana...