Chapter 2: This Brings a New Meaning to “Joined at the Hip.”

Tags: Male Human, Female Anthro, Furry, Interspecies, Love, Intercourse, Rough (Light), Pseudo-Penis, Size, Light Femdom, M/F

Somewhere in the early morning, almost 300 kilometers on the western side of the Garden of New Olympia, was a vast region of dense forest. This consisted of walnut and maple trees that covered an almost endless number of hectares. This area alone provided so much overhead cover that it blocked much of the sunlight from reaching the grass below. The scent of the woods was particularly strong throughout the scenery.

A naked male human proceeded through a thicket of brush. He had a pale complexion, a shaved face, and short brown-colored hair. He could have been described as thin with facial features reminiscent of a person of former North America. He didn’t seem strong, but it didn’t matter. His pace was steady and slow, taking his time to conserve his energy. In the person’s hand was a white crystal. As he continued to head in a western direction, the object glowed with some illumination. However, at times, it faded in color.

“Come on...,” the man grunted as he continued to look at it. “I ask the pylon to give me a tracking crystal to the nearest woman, and it’s shitty.” His voice carried no accent to it.

The individual paused a moment in his walk. Not far from him was an apple tree. He put his hands on his hips. This area was just as beautiful as many of the places in the great garden. However, to him, it was more mundane than anything else. Even the soft grass seemed to bite into the man’s toes.

The person turned his body a little bit. When he did, the crystal glowed yellow. He looked up, but the trees blocked his vision from seeing past a kilometer.

“Well ... at least the crystal knows there’s a pylon in that direction,” the man said. “Ugh ... wasting my time in this endeavor. I should go back home and play ‘Dracinare’ or ‘Drakes, Merchants, and Temples Online.’ There’s always been enough women playing it that I should find someone to be with.”

He turned back in the direction where the crystal glowed white. He continued his walk. For a second, there was a hint of blue light from the tiny oblong object. The man seemed unimpressed, ready to toss the crystal aside.

“At least there’s water nearby,” he said.

He continued his walk. There was a moment when the core’s light rays pierced through the thick canopy, momentarily blinding him. Somewhere near him was a shiny blue, glowing entity hovering high above him. He could hear the flapping of wings that was keeping it upright. His eyes looked upon it and knew what it was.

“Another fairy ... Hey!” he called out to it.

His voice echoed in the forest. The fairy halted in its flight before looking down upon him. The glowing light faded as it came down to talk to him. Within a few seconds, it was now down to his height level. The bright light faded to reveal a small flying naked woman with flapping wings. She was a woman that was no bigger than a quarter meter tall. The wings were flapping hard, helping her hover near the man. He could feel a little bit of the wind being pushed against his face. This fairy was thin with a pale and dark blue complexion that ran through her frame. She had a scroungy nose and large butterfly wings. There was a tuft of blue hair that ran through her scalp and nether regions. She was quite beautiful for something so small.

“Yes...,” the fairy replied. Her voice was cute, high-pitched, and dainty.

“Have you seen any women around here?” the man asked.

“I have seen a few this week. You know ... you’re looking at one...”

“Sorry ... don’t do women that are the size of my hand.”

She seemed dejected. “Hmph ... you don’t know the excitement a fairy can bring to you. I can...”

“My dick would crush you,” he rudely interrupted her.

“Ugh ... that old argument. You know that isn’t true,” the fairy waved her hand at him as her nostrils flared. “You’re ... native-born. Not a tourist.”

“Which is all the more reason to avoid fairies. They’ll cause problems every time.”

“ ... and what’s your name, bigoted human?”

“Zac.”

“Like nutsack?” the fairy mocked him.

“Ha,” Zac replied. “See? I knew you were going there. How many times I’ve heard that comment...”

“Jazmine’s my name.” Despite the cuteness of her voice, her attitude was evident.

“Well, Jazmine, go away. I’m not interested.”

“Why come to the Garden if you aren’t willing to ... experiment?”

“My first girlfriend was a pixie, just like you. She was awesome before she dissed me in Dracinare.”

“Pixie? I’m no pixie.”

“Yeah, you’re missing a cap; still the same in the end.”

“Couldn’t get it up a fairy?”

Zac waved his hand. “I’m done. Good luck finding a person to fuck.” He continued his walk, leaving her behind.

“Ugh ... I’m sorry,” she replied. “You’re just ... so mean.”

The man wasn’t going to bother. It was unknown what his entire issue was, but Jazmine gave a disgruntled look. Finally, she sputtered and flew away in the opposite direction of where the man was going.

“Fairies...,” Zac said to himself. “Best trap of Garden of New Olympia. Feel sorry for the tourists coming here to meet them.” He approached a thin branch of a tree and pushed it away. It snapped back into place once he stepped past it.

There were hints that the trees were fewer in this particular area. There was a small clearing of green grass. By now, everything had been the same. The man sighed to himself.

“Ugh ... what am I kidding,” Zac commented. “Been doing this for so long that you start talking to yourself. I could have leveled my character.” He momentarily turned to look behind him. “Maybe I shouldn’t have been too hard on that fairy after all. She looked hot.”

The human looked to his right. The crystal glowed yellow again. There was just enough clearing from the treetops to show the jutting black obelisk in the extreme distance. A simple turn and hike for fifteen minutes would have been all it was needed to teleport back home. Zac tossed the crystal out of his hand.

“Had enough of this,” he said. “I should just head back ... go home.”

He turned to the pylon and began to walk in that direction. However, there was a lingering feeling that he should have kept going on the original path that he was heading. That crystal was glowing white. It was making him think twice. There was a mild hint of sound to his left. It was similar to that of running water.

“Hmph...,” he grunted. He paused in his walk and turned to the sound. “Fine ... I’ll check it out. But, if there is nothing there, I’m out.”

The fine layer of brush and foliage was in his way. It would take a minute before he reached the sets of nearby trees. Slowly, he extended his hand and began to push forward. A branch or two would slap his face. Finally, there was a light layer of shrubs that allowed him to see just enough past the wall. It provided natural cover to look upon the scene ahead of him.

Ahead of him, past the brush, was a running stream of water. It wasn’t particularly big, having a width of about two meters. A running jump could have been enough to make it over. It didn’t appear to be necessarily deep, but it still snaked through the area. This region was an open field. A few random food plants grew, consisting of lima beans and corn. Some red flowers lined near his location, but otherwise, another wall of trees wrapped around the grassy grove.

Zac’s eyes widened a little bit. There was one person that was in this grove. It was an animal-anthro-like individual of some sort. It appeared to be a woman, but it wasn’t easy to fully ascertain this information. He assumed it was a she because he could see hints of breasts that moved and bounced around as she moved. She was kneeling down on her digitigrade legs, taking sips of water by cupping her hands and bringing them to her mouth. From his angle, he could see the individual’s backside. However, he could note that she had spotted brown and tan fur. She had a small bushy white and brown tail that protruded from near her rear end and short pointed ears. The individual could have been almost noted as something of the canine family, but the features weren’t precisely that. She had a fair amount of white hair that jutted from her back that wound to the top of her head, almost like a mohawk. She was seemingly tall, about eight feet in height. Her attention was on getting something to drink.

“Whoa...,” Zac quietly whispered to himself. “Looks like I hit the jackpot ... Finally, after two days of this shit. A woman ... and she’s hot.”

Zac looked upon the person more and more. Even if he didn’t fully interpret who she was, his eyes would look upon her fur-covered ass. He could feel a mild hint of an erection building. Even with lustful thoughts, he at least understood the concepts of what the Garden of New Olympia was. He lightly licked his lips to the point before lightly biting down on them. His hand was about to reach down to grab the shaft of his hardening penis. He knew this was a subtle form of peeping, but it was expected in such an open place as this. She wanted to be found, waiting for that individual to sweep her off her pawed feet.

“Has to be a werewolf...,” he quietly said as he debated about getting out of the brush. “Not exactly who I’m looking for ... little too aggressive, but ... at least she isn’t a pixie. Surprised it wasn’t just some other Yuki, either. Hmm ... yeah, I’m going to go talk to her.”

He felt a light form of apprehension. Even if the aggressive mythics abided by the rules established in New Olympia, a werewolf could be a little too violent. Controlled behavior and taught norms always encouraged acceptance of those that were different, but it wasn’t as if everyone threw those preconceptions aside completely. New Olympia was an established melting pot of various characters, subspecies, families, and beyond. Not even Zac could correctly identify this individual. Regardless, he felt a lingering desire. He wanted to come up from behind her and thrust himself into her. He heard stories of couples that found themselves, the wild sex that would ensue, and finding that special someone. He didn’t want to bang around the bush. It was time.

He stirred in the bushes, preparing to push himself to reveal himself when she stood up. Instead, she turned around, and it was here that the man froze.

“Hngh...,” he quietly said to himself. The werewolf-like person stood in “her” full glory, looking around the area. There was a softer patch of grayish-white fur on her front from her chest to her stomach. Her breasts protruded, and she had light burly shoulders. Her nose was pointy but not as much as wolves typically had. However, his sights befell on what was between her legs. The genitals consisted of what looked like a penis. It was blackish in color and hung low, almost halfway down to the individual’s knees. There were even hints of two small orbs near the base tucked underneath the ‘shaft.’”

“Ugh ... a ‘he?’” he quietly said. “Dammit. I’ve been peeping over a man this whole time. Probably some intersexual.” He held his hands up and turned around. “Nope ... not going there. I’ve had enough of this shit. Anything else will just get me in trouble or reported. I’m done ... just done.”

He proceeded to leave with a frown on his face. Deep down, he was flustered, tired of all of it. The Garden of New Olympia was not exactly the most ideal for impatient individuals. Nevertheless, Zac pushed through the brush back from where he entered. He gripped his hands and began to march toward the pylon. He wasn’t going to dally any further than he needed. However, there was a heavy sound that came from his left and behind.

“What the fu...!” He remarked out loud, but he was interrupted. A huge set of mass and flesh slammed into him. It happened so quickly that he couldn’t react. However, his brain registered that he was under attack. His body tried to roll around before he landed on the grass. But thankfully, something caught him before he impacted the grass. It was big and furry. A set of four-fingered claws dug into him, but not enough to cut into his flesh.

“ARGH!” A feminine voice echoed. There was the sound of a heavy plomp onto the grass. Zac was momentarily stunned but not in any terrible pain. The attacker took great care to ensure that he wasn’t injured. It took the man a few seconds to learn who had done it. It was the same creature that he was looking at earlier. The beast’s hands gently let go of Zac before pinning his shoulders to the ground. He could see the muzzle and yellow, black eyes gazing upon him. Razor-sharp canine teeth were briefly exposed from its open jaws. There was even an odd cackling laugh for a few seconds, almost as if it was mocking Zac.

“Hey!” Zac yelled back. “What gives!?”

“Ergh,” the creature sneered in anger. Warm air from its nostrils was blown onto his skin. “What gives!?” it said. “That’s all you have to tell me?”

It was a female voice, almost having an accent that was similar to a woman of former Africa. However, much of it had been dulled over the extended living of New Olympia. She softened her grip but ensured that he wasn’t going anywhere. Regardless, her tone showed that she was pissed at him.

“Look...,” Zac was adamant. “I’m not getting involved in this, alright? Now let go of me!”

“You little piece of shit!” the beast replied. “How dare you call me that. I’m sick of every person that wanders around and says that I’m a ‘man.’”

“Hey!” the human argued back. “Look ... I’m not the person to criticize your habits or gender preferences. If you’re one of those that prefer to be the opposite gender and all that.”

“What!? Fuck you. I’m a woman. WOMAN! I heard what you mumbled in the bushes just now.”

“Not from what I could tell. Your swinging your junk around that’s bigger than mine. How am I supposed to tell that you’re a woman, huh? Answer that!”

“Ergh!” she exerted force onto his shoulders in frustration, causing some pain to echo in the man’s body.

“Go ahead, hurt me,” Zac replied in anger. “Security will have your ass in jail.”

“You disrespectful prick! What’s your name?”

“Zac.”

She repositioned herself and got on her knees. Her hanging genitals were touching Zac, making him uncomfortable. Her pin was strong, and the man wasn’t responding back. Zac felt no form of fear over the situation. Her attempts to scare him weren’t working. Her snout was close as she was gathering his scent.

“My name is Luam,” she told him. “Odd ... you smell like you were born in New Olympia ... yet you don’t know who I am?”

“I was born here,” he protested. “Damn ... I can’t keep track of every species that lives here. I’ve never seen a person of your species before.”

“Ugh...,” she sighed and released her hold on him. However, her legs were still pinning him down. “I’m a Bultungin, you idiot.”

“Bultungin...,” the man’s reaction seemed to show that he finally recognized the terminology. “You’re a werehyena?”

“Yeah!” Luam replied. “Well ... you at least know them. I guess that’s a miracle in itself.”

“So ... wait a minute,” Zac held his hand up in disgust, seeing her genitals. “I never saw pictures of your kind before. You’re telling me that you are an actual woman?”

“Yeah,” she waved both of her clawed hands to her genitals. “It’s called a pseudo-penis, alright? An elongated clit.”

“Let me guess, the ‘males’ have vaginas?”

“No ... no,” Luam sighed and shook her head. “Did you hear what I just said? It’s a fleshy tube. It’s still a pussy to stick your dick in.”

Zac was somewhat surprised to hear of that. “Oh ... oh ... In that case ... I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”

“Ergh ... you’re not sorry.”

Luam could see that the man was sincere enough in his words that she got off of him. She propped one leg up and rested upon her other knee. Zac, in turn, got off his back, sat up straight, and put his hand to his neck. Despite the light bruises, he was going to be fine. He was thinking of standing up. However, the realization that Luam was a she encouraged him enough to remain.

“So ... what brings you to the Garden of New Olympia, Zac,” she asked him.

The man sighed and was reluctant to answer. “Same thing that you’re here for...”

Her eyes looked at his body for a brief moment. “How many have you married?”

“Married? No ... not married. I don’t have any wives ... or husbands or anything like that. What about you? Fully single?”

She sighed a little bit. “Fully single ... sorry for attacking you like that. Just kept hearing it from every ignorant bastard that came my way.” She made a mocking gesture. “They go up and say, ‘oh ... you’re one of those futa people, are you?’ or ‘Nope, not going with some chick that has a dick.’ I get so sick and tired of it.”

“Wait ... like a lot of the New Olympians came from Earth, based on a lot of the different animals. Female hyenas are born with that?”

“The spotted hyenas, yes. Which sucks.”

Zac could see that Luam was not the sort to be a troublemaker. She reacted as some New Olympians would behave. The man, at least, was willing to entertain his curiosity.

“Tell me about yourself,” he asked.

“Why? Don’t want to talk with somebody that has...”

“Just tell me, alright? Otherwise, I’m just going to go.”

Luam rolled her eyes and relented. “Fine ... I was born on Earth 500 years ago. Born in Africa near the village of Kabultiloa. My mother is Chiumbo. If you keep an eye on the politics in New Olympia, she currently serves as the Vice Minister of Affairs.”

“How does the whole... ‘curse thing’ work when it comes to werehyenas?”

“I’m not cursed. My mom avoided telling me how it happened, but magic was somehow involved. We had the ability to transform back and forth to human so that humanity wouldn’t find out.”

“Of course.”

“Well, it wasn’t a good one ... the Africans still learned about it from time to time, even though they thought all of the village were werehyenas. They were partially right. There weren’t many of us, to begin with. Created a stir with the Great Ones at the time till our tribe eventually joined them.”

“Five hundred, huh?” He questioned.

“Somewhere around there. I stopped counting past two hundred years.”

“Any kids?”

“Let’s see...,” she appeared slightly snippy. “I had no kids at all. Totally barren this whole time. What do you think, dumbass? Of course, I had kids. I’ve been a mother a few times ... just been a little while. I imagine a man like you doesn’t have any.”

“Nah. I’m 25. Not interested in having kids.”

“Same for me, at least for a long while. It’s a little...,” she briefly looked at her crotch. “Difficult to give birth.”

“Ah...,” Zac winced a little bit. “You had to give birth through that?”

Luam nodded. “Painful every time till we had magic help solve a lot of it. Babies could get stuck and ... well ... let’s just say that it can be fatal for us and the baby.”

“That really sucks. Have you thought of like ... having it changed out?”

“My genitals? Hell no.”

“Really?”

“No ... no ... it’s me. I was born like this. Everybody is different, and I want to be different.”

Zac shrugged. “Well, it’s your choice. You be what you want to be. That’s what New Olympia is supposed to be, right?”

Luam seemed a little surprised to hear him say that. His last sentence was said nonchalantly, almost as if it had no meaning to it. However, she could tell more and more that the man thought similarly as she did. Instead, the man appeared to grow bored. He waved his hand in the direction of the pylon.

“I was just about to give up,” Zac said. “This place sucks in finding people.”

“I know,” she replied as she crossed her arms. “It’s like trying to find a loot box in the Ghandes Tower.”

“Ghandes?” the man seemed to recognize that name immediately. His attention went directly to her face. “Wait ... what did you just say?”

“Forget it,” she waved her clawed hand at him. “I know that you don’t play it.”

“Dracinare?”

“You know it?” Her furry head kinked a little bit to the side as she gazed at him.

“You play Dracinare?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Big-time player,” Zac remarked. “At least New Olympia has a good UWAN game for once. Ghandes Tower sucks in loot boxes anyway.”

“Yeah, but I’m trying to get the Excalibur Blade,” Luam said.

“Good luck with that,” the man shook his head. “It appears once a year, and you have to beat five raid bosses at once to get it. You have to be one of the best to even make it to the top of the tower. I died so many times just to make it.”

“I am one of the best.”

The man seemed skeptical as his eyes narrowed at her. “Oh, really? Ok, Mrs. Hyena-woman. What’s your stats?”

“Level 120 ... My character’s name is ‘Hen-Lover201.’”

“Wait? What!?” Zac’s eyes widened upon hearing that. “You’re ‘Hen-Lover201?’”

“Yeah, I am.”

Zac put his hand to the top of his head in shock. “It can’t be. You’re one of the top 3 of Dracinare.”

“Third ... should be first,” she pouted lightly. The hint of gloating was present in her tone. However, she could see that he knew about the game.

“I can’t believe it,” Zac smiled and looked at her. “Dude ... you were the first to break into Kelvin’s Tomb and kill the Hela Serpent.”

“Yeah, she was hard to take down, but you had to focus on the rear of the neck. They always leave that weakness for players to exploit.”

“Holy shit,” he shook his head in disbelief. “I would have thought that you were just playing around with me, but...” He gestured with his hands to the grass. “In one of your raids, did you ever encounter the player named ‘Gonzo-Pleiades2nd?’”

“There was a shit ton of players to remember,” Luam noted. “But ... the name does sound familiar. Wait,” she pointed her clawed finger at him. “The Farn Raid?”

“Yeah, you helped get me to level 104 on that mission. I remember you. I wouldn’t have gotten the Aegis Grand Shield.”

“Heh,” the female hyena seemed pleased to hear it. “Thank you.”

“Huh...,” Zac looked back at the area where he disposed of the crystal. “I guess that tracking crystal worked...”

“Tracking crystal? You used a tracking crystal?”

“Well, you know how big this place is. I went up to the pylon and said, ‘I want to find someone that’s like me.’ I didn’t think it took it literally, but ... I can’t argue with that. That’s so awesome that I found you.”

“Likewise,” she commented. “I’ve been wandering around this forest for weeks.” She sighed. “Had a couple of people that I saw, but ... they weren’t interested in me.”

“Yeah, I know women have a harder time finding a man. Surprised that magic hasn’t solved everything.”

Luam’s canine eyes looked at the man’s hand. She almost seemed ready to extend and hold his for a brief moment, but she needed to know more about him.

“So, Zac,” she asked. “Had any girlfriends?”

“Plenty. Broke up with my last. You might know her too... ‘Hoarde-Runner69.’”

“I never heard of her. Your last girlfriend played the game too?”

“Yes, she did.” He could see that Luam felt a sense of caution upon hearing him say that, but he held his hand up. “No ... she was a bitch ... like a real bitch to people. She regularly ganked and wiped lower-level players to steal their stuff. I hated her the more and more I played with her.”

“Was she a Yuki?”

“Nah, a pixie.”

She snorted. “Oh...”

“Finally, I had to report her to the moderators. She just made the entire game system a toxic environment. She tried to report me and have my character taken down, but the moderators caught up to her schemes. That ended my relationship with her. Of course ... I know you aren’t that type of person. You help others, and you’re awesome for doing that.”

Zac could notice that Luam felt comfortable upon hearing that. The fact that she played the same game as he had become a significant turning point for the both of them. It became a bridge for the two to work together and more. Even now, the man’s eyes would go to the werehyena’s breasts. He could see the black nipples that protruded through the fur of the malleable tissue. Even Luam was looking at the man’s body more and more. A sense of hunger was growing.

“Thank you...,” Luam continued. “I guess ... that’s the same reason, then. You end up getting so good at something that you just ... want to take a break. I wanted more.”

“Same here,” Zac replied.

“I was wondering, though. How does a human of your size and a pixie do it, anyway?”

“I’m sure you can look it up.”

“No ... no ... try me. I want to know.”

“Well, magic certainly helps. Actually, it’s kinda fun. I mean ... she was shitty, but the sex was ok. I can imagine for you it must be ... um...” He looked at her crotch. “How ... does it work?”

“Same thing as anything else.”

“I mean ... did they just stick it in your...?”

“What? No ... no...,” she shifted and showed her crotch. “When I get aroused, it shrinks into me.”

“Really?”

She nodded her head. “It’s like a reverse erection ... an unerection.”

“So when you really get hot and excited, it becomes like a normal vagina. Heh...,”

She sighed. “What?”

“I should have seen you when you were really aroused. I was just about to confront you when you turned to me.”

“I know, I heard you.”

“Yeah, but I still mean it ... you are pretty.”

She looked a little bit away. “You’re ... handsome too.”

“Umm...,” both of them said at the same time.

“You first,” he told her.

“No ... you should go first.”

“You ... want to...”

“Yes?” her interest was piqued.

“I mean ... since you’re a woman and all...”

“Oh? It’s down to that now?”

“Well, I’m not exactly willing to take it up the ass, you know? Besides, you ... you’re great. Now I’m more curious than ever before.”

She bit the side of her lip as her snout furled a little bit. “I don’t know.”

“Come on ... you finally have a man interested,” he held his arms out and shrugged. Then he slapped his legs, getting ready to stand up. “If you’re going to be that way, I’ll just...”

Luam lightly snarled and practically hopped onto him. Her strength was powerful enough to push him onto his back quickly. Zac was almost expecting this. The werehyena was not a heavy muscle-toned beast, but not thin, either. She was something not to be underestimated. Zac was already feeling the realm of excitement take place.

Immediately, both of them wrapped their arms around each other. Luam’s snout pressed against Zac’s mouth. Their lips met as they kissed one another. Zac could note that Luam’s body was warm. Soft coarse fur was pressed against him, causing him to rest his back against the grass. She had a surprisingly pleasant scent of roses that her body must have brushed against earlier. Her breasts squished against his chest. She was gentle in how she performed her actions, careful not to claw the man by accident. Meanwhile, the man’s crotch grew hardened as it pressed against her warm belly.

“Ah...,” Luam moaned. She broke the kiss and started to lick the man’s face. Warm saliva coated Zac’s cheek. It didn’t take long before they slightly withdrew from each other’s faces. They breathed heavily at one another while the man’s hand went to Luam’s breasts. His fingers manipulated and messaged her right nipple.

Zac could feel his erection grow more and more. Luam’s pseudo-penis rubbed against the man’s leg. However, as the excitement of the sexual event was to take place, it was starting to retract. The fleshy tube shrank as it receded into her crotch.

“Feel...,” she told him. She took one hand and grabbed his. She guided it to her nether regions. Zac’s fingers could feel the warmth of her genitals. He could note the fleshy tube that was compacting on itself. It didn’t take long for the fingers to probe the vaginal slit inside the tubular walls. She was slick. Precum was already lubricating her walls, preparing her for what was to come.

“It’s ... so different,” he commented.

“Not bad?” she asked him.

“No ... not at all.”

Zac’s member was as hard as it could be. It didn’t take long for Luam to take her own hand and grab the man’s shaft. Again, she was careful with her claws, ensuring that she didn’t accidentally slash his gut. With her large fingers, she started to stroke him.

“Augh...,” Zac moaned.

“Feel good?” She asked him.

“Yeah...”

Zac’s fingers began to feel more and more of her entrance. Finally, his middle finger slipped into her vaginal entrance. Immediately, her walls constricted against the warm foreign object that went into her. Zac could tell that she was amazingly tight. Two fingers were barely enough to enter her. Were all werehyenas like this? He knew that she was bigger than him, but her vagina was almost the same size as a typical human woman, if not less. It was possible that the male bultungin had thin penises.

The man’s fingers could briefly feel the two supposed ‘testicles’ on Luam. It was simply just fatty tissue of her labia and nothing more. It would take some adjustment for Zac to get used to. He had to let his brain tell him what his emotions should be and know that Luam was a woman. However, it was a brief conflict that didn’t get in his way.