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 SHAMAN-WILLOW-BIRD-13                      "Shaman Willow Bird" story series
 Shaman Willow Bird (part 13)               Copyright 2001-2002 by Vince Water
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*                            "Shaman Willow Bird"                      11/02 *
*                                 (part 13)                                  *

     The trees end when I step into a clearing. Fog hangs in the air. It
covers the tops of my tribe's tipis that stand in the distance like tiny
mountain peaks. My wandering through the woods has taken me to the place of our
dead. A lone platform is seen. I look at the small covered body, the boyhood
objects hanging down that will no longer be taken in hand for play. I'm
saddened. Wolf Pawing was killed by a lusting Trickster who ill used the boy,
dumping his mutilated body at the Split Tribe in the hope of sparking war
between our two People. That was Tash-o-gwa's evil intent. He wanted our tribe
to blame theirs for the boy's murder. War was averted when my brother convinced
the Split Tribe's Chiefs to act towards their innocence by returning the boy's
body to his father admits an honor guard. Stands Tall vowed to help Fire-singes-
his-hair hunt down his son's killer. A noble gesture. Yet how can mere warriors
confront a servant of the Darkness-that-comes?

     Foiled to get our tribes to fight amongst themselves, Tash-o-gwa has
returned to his tribe, the Spear-bearing People with lies in his mouth to
enflame them to make war on us. My gift of Fire Speaking had revealed this to
me. He wore the guise of the boy he was before becoming a Trickster to say that
everyone in their peace party led by warrior/shaman Snarling Bear had been
murdered by the Kalinlepi. That's not true! It was Tash-o-gwa himself who slew
the Spear-bearing Chief's youngest son in the plains. He attacked our tribe's
shaman. He murdered Wolf Pawing and had stolen Stands Tall's son from his tipi
intending to rape and kill him until my intervention prevented it.

     Snarling Bear is dead. Though my tribe had beat him (thinking he was the
one who attacked our shaman), he went Above to trade his life for my shaman so
that he could remain on our Mother for a while longer to train me in the sacred
ways of my People. Aware of his fate (shown him in vision), Snarling Bear asked
Smiles A Lot, his pupil to come to the Kalinlepi to train me in the use of our
Father's gifts and help me become the next leader of the Mahyee-na. We only
had a short time together before he was returned to the Split Tribe, tortured
and killed as an enemy scout. My heart aches at his loss!

     I stare at the lone platform with the fear that more of my People will be
killed because of Tash-o-gwa. He's bringing warriors from the Spear-bearing
Tribe and their allies, the Thundering Horsemen (Shew-owa) who come to avenge
the deaths of their tribesmen that were not caused by my People! The only
remaining witness to this truth is Snarling Bear's mother who was part of his
peace party. She had come for a visit with her daughter, my chief's second wife.
And there she remains, reunited with Dew-on-the-petals and staying in my
chief's tipi until her tribesmen come to rub us out.

     I drop my head in despair. War is coming to my People because of the evil
crafting of Tash-o-gwa. Only I have the power to stop him but I'm untrained.
The warriors he bring may be stopped by ours and men from the Moss-bowl. The
Split Tribe will join us in common cause because they will also be attacked. So
many enemy warriors! My hope lies with the acorn sleeping in my bundle. He'll
take root in me and bring about my Change as a tree so that I can rally the
forest warriors to protect my People. I dread that necessity. No longer will I
remain as Willow Bird.

     Only a few days remain to me as a human being. I know this because that
Shew-owa scout I Healed told me that his warriors are soon to attack. I allowed
him to escape the Woods Tribe because it was part of our Father's Great Plan.
In return, he promised to warn his warriors about the forest sentinels who
guard my tribe but he doubts they will believe him.

     I turn away from this place of death. More death and suffering is before
me that I cannot prevent! My People have a chance for survival. How many will
die on both sides of this war? The Darkness-that-comes will be the only
victor. He wants an end to life and the Light of our Father who shines through
His children. I will serve our Father. Make the sacrifice of self when I am
Changed. Oh, why has this burden come to my shoulders?! Why has He chosen me?

     I'm startled from my troubling thoughts by a loud snort coming from the
corral. It's filled with many horses, more than to account for those brought by
the Moss-bowl added to my tribe's. There are horses stake-tied outside. I gently
make my way to the gate so as to not spook them.

     Heads turn at my approach. I hear a dun's hungry nickering. Song Bird and
Yellow Hair will be hard-pressed to gather enough grass to feed them all.

     Within the corral, I recognize those mounts used by my tribe. Mingling
with them are horses brought by the Moss-bowl while some are stake-tied outside.
A handful of plains horses have been kept in a group away from the others. They
are painted appaloosas, reminding me of Pai-alucia whom I lost. I search for
him in the corral against all hope.

     My heart leaps into my throat. I see Pai-alucia! I'm jumping over the gate
and make my way towards him. He's not been lost in the plains. I recall my
pursuit along the river path. My tribesmen didn't spot me but they must have
found my horse.

     Pai-alucia bobs his head when I approach. I launch my arms around his
neck, whispering my thanks for being such a good horse. My heart bursts that we
are together again! I raise my right hand to the sky, thanking our Father.

     I stand back from my horse to look upon him. He's the same as I remember.
A check of his body reveals no injuries. He's been groomed, a valuable mount
though he's getting on in years. My hand runs along his belly until finding his
sheath, my fingers reaching within for his knob. I also cop a feel of his
bulging orbs filled with male power. My loins tingle. A lustful memory returns
to me of watching Big Horn coaxing this horse's flow into his hands and smearing
it over our naked bodies. The strong sexual smell. Our embrace was enhanced by
the stallion's cum, the slippery sensation given us when we had belly rubbed.

     That sweet memory fades in my head. My heart aches at losing Big Horn, his
horse my only connection to him. I bury my face in Pai-alucia's shaggy hide. My
monedo's teachings will guide me into manhood and I'll always remember how we
loved! He now dwells in the Above with his first lover, Coyote Thief.

     My sorrow deepens. I loved that warrior's son: Smiles A Lot. Has it been
nearly two hands of fingers in days since his death? I'm shaken by a terrible
realization. That's what I've felt missing in me - my lover's spirit! The last
time I felt his Presence was when making love to Chung.

     I press my hands against my head. 'Oh, Ring Boy. Please tell me where my
lover's spirit has gone?' Only the sound of my heart is heard. I fear that he's
also deserted me.

     I wander through the maze of horses in pain of my loss. The gate comes
before me and I struggle to climb over it, stunned as if from a tomahawk blow.
Smiles A Lot is gone. Where has his spirit flown?

     I drop to the ground in defeat. I'm truly alone without the guidance of
Ring Boy and my lover's spirit who had dwelled within me. Anger swells in my
chest. I raise my fists to the sky and shout, "This is too great a burden for
me to carry alone!"

     Tears fill my eyes. I let them fall though my arms cover my face so that
no one will see my weakness. I'm feeling wretched; alone. This path I've been
made to follow is a difficult one.

     For a long while, I give in to sorrow. No answer has come to my plea unto
our Father. Am I not worthy? I've already sacrificed so much, suffered much.
All those who I have loved are dead. My People don't accept my spirit. In their
eyes, I'm a mere boy so how can I lead them into the Light?

     I lift my head from my chest in the hope of being given an answer. I'm
startled to see a man standing before me. I have to wipe my eyes before making
him out. It's Thump.

     A hoarse whisper comes out of his mouth. I think he's uttered my name. My
right hand is raised to him in greeting. He grabs it, lifting me up from the
ground. I see pity in his eyes for me. I lower mine in shame.

     "Why sad?" utters Thump.

     My eyes widen in surprise. "You can talk?" The man rubs his throat. I see
pain coming into his eyes.

     'My voice is slowly returning,' Thump gestures. 'It hurts to speak though.'

     I remember trying to Heal his injury. "You are out of practice. Ah. Say
something else." Thump's mouth opens but only air escapes.

     'Your lover said that I would regain the use of my voice. Sometimes, I am
able to speak a few hoarse words.'

     The bright smile on my face fades. Does he know that Smiles A Lot is dead?
Thump offers me his arms and I enter them, welcoming his tight embrace. Tears
fill my eyes. "They killed... him."

     The man pats my back. He already knew. I Feel his anguish through our
Connection and we share this moment of pain together.

     When I've regained my composure, I ask: 'Why have you come to my tribe?'
Thump is startled by my voice inside his head.

     'Ah. My war leader has brought his son to thank you for rescuing him from
the woods. We are trading with your People.'

     I remember Smoke that Doesn't Lie telling me that he'd soon be visiting
with my tribe. I'm glad that Thump has come along.

     'Willow Bird. I have thought about what you've told me about the Mahyee-na.
I have come to join your society.'

     I push on the man's chest to study his face. We're Connected in thought
but I need to see his eyes. 'My brother and I are all that remains of the
Mahyee-na. The others have been taken by the Darkness-that-comes or killed by
an ignorant People. There may be one other. I've learned from a boy pining on
the mountain that his lover, Sings-to-the-birds is missing. He was initiated by
Big Horn.' I Send him what has happened to that brave.

     'Then you need a Protector,' answers Thump. 'I saw you being attacked by
your tribesmen with the painted face. Almost, I ran to your aid until seeing
you defeat him.'

     'He is Catch-fish-with-arrows.' I don't mention that he's the one who had
sent my lover across the river to his death.

     'Others of your tribe may not welcome your return,' Thump warns.

     'I can protect myself.'

     'Yes. I have seen your powers, Willow Bird but you must not use them
openly least the People fear you. Squirrel Tail has told us how you fought
those angry trees. Men like Smoke That Doesn't Lie don't know what to make of
you. I also feared you. Yet I've come to accept what you can do as a gift from
our Father.'

     Thump is right. I was warned that People would come to fear my abilities
and it's not how a shaman should lead them.

     'Will you consider my offer?' asks Thump.

     It saddens me that I should need a protector but Catch-fish-with-arrows
and Iron Bow prove that I'm in need of one. If Thump had stood guard outside
the shaman's lodge that night, Smiles A Lot would be alive today.

     'Will you initiate me Mahyee-na?' asks Thump.

     'I need to set my place amongst the Kalinlepi. My People may never accept
what I am, a lover of boys. And there's the coming war with the Spear-bearing
Tribe and the Thundering Horsemen.'

     'I realize the difficulties that lie ahead. Let me be at your side to
ensure that you have a chance to survive them.'

     A decision comes to me. 'I accept your offer as my Protector.'

     'That is good,' Thump answers.

     I sense this man's relief. He'd have stuck to my side even if I didn't
accept his offer. I grip the man's arms and peer deep into his head, to know
all the reasons for him wanting to be initiated Mahyee-na. This is what I
discover. Thump's spirit had been awakened by love. He shared what I felt for
Smiles A Lot and hopes to find love himself. That can't be found amongst his
own People. He's regained his worth as a man.

     'Your are deep in my head, Willow Bird.'

     'Yes. I needed to know if you've forgiven yourself for... his death.'

     Anguish comes through our Connection but the man clamps down on his strong
emotions. I see nothing on his face to give himself away.

     'My love for Grass Bender will always be in my heart,' admits Thump. 'I
don't think I'll be able to forgive myself for what happened to him.'

     'The Thundering Horsemen killed him.'

     'Yes. But I shouldn't have put that boy in harm's way.'

     Sadness fills me. Thump blames himself for that boy's death. I recall what
he's told me about how that happened. They had taken a trip into the plains so
that he could see if Grass Bender would return his love. He'd been acting as
monedo for that fatherless youth. Love grew secretly in him but he feared the
boy's rejection. In the plains, alone, their hearts were bared and they loved.
Thump knew that his tribe wouldn't accept it. He took the boy deeper into the
plains so they'd have more time to be together. That's when five Shew-owa
warriors fell on them. They raped his boy as he was forced to watched. Then
they murdered him. Thump was also left for dead with his throat slashed and is
the reason why he cannot speak. That is, until I Healed that injury.

     I'm distracted from my thoughts when Thump notices someone approaching the
corral. I turn, seeing that it's Fire-singes-his-hair. He is often watching
over our tribe's horses. I take Thump in hand and rush us to the woods.

     We follow a path that will take us to the river. A stand of cat tails are
passed. I smile from my sweet memory of Song Bird, how we've renewed our love.
His spirit is not like mine but our boyhood friendship has made us very close.
I've learned this summer that we have the same father. We're half brothers.

     When we near the river, I turn to face Thump. Words and hand gesturing is
too clumsy so I Connect our thoughts. 'Does your war leader come to form an
alliance with our tribe against our enemies?'

     Thump lowers his head. 'No. We don't have enough men to send you. Our
chief has sent words through Smoke That Doesn't Lie to your chief that we'll
warn you if Spear-bearing warriors are seen.'

     'The Thundering Horsemen have joined them.' I Show Thump that a Shew-owa
scout had been captured by the Woods Tribe and what I've learned from him. I
Sense this man's growing anger. He hopes to meet their warriors in battle so
that he can avenge his lover's death.

     'Do not throw your life away!' I warn. 'Protect the women and children of
my tribe when they come.' Thump considers my plea.

     'I am your Protector and will do as you say.'

     'The trees will defend my tribe when I call them.' I add. Thump remembers
that gnarled hickory who came at us with rage.

     'Why would those evil trees help you?'

     'Not all the trees have black hearts,' I explain. 'Already they stand in
watch for men in the woods. They cannot tell the difference between friends of
my tribe or enemy warriors though.'

     Thump nods his head. 'We felt the forest's anger when traveling through
them to reach your tribe yesterday,' thinks Thump. 'It was frightening! They
rained down leaves, stuck out their roots in an attempt to trip our horses and
branches had reached out to swat us.'

     'That is nothing compared to what will happen when I rally them, Thump.
Remember this! Do not enter the woods when battle comes.' My hand lifts to
clutch my bundle containing the acorn. My life as I've known it will end then.

     'I sense that you're not telling me everything, Willow Bird.'

     My thoughts become guarded from this man. Mind Speaking is sometimes too
revealing and I don't want him to know how I fear my Change when the acorn
takes root in me.

     "I carry many burdens, Thump." The man drops his eyes from mine and nods.

     'I would share them with you,' he asks.

     "Acting as my Protector is enough." I've reverted to speaking to hide my
thoughts but accept his in place of clumsy hand gesturing.

     I grasp the man's chin to get his eyes back to mine. Sharing thoughts is a
wondrous gift of communication but what can be read from one's eyes is equally
important. "I will tell you everything after you've been initiated Mahyee-na."

     'And what will my butt learn?' the man asks. A hoarse breath explodes out
of him when he laughs.

     "That you are willing to give yourself to needing men while remaining a
man yourself. It isn't that brutal act you have witnessed."

     'I have an idea of that joy you and Smiles A Lot felt when offering
yourselves to my need.'

     "Our butts enjoyed the feel of your big cock." I Send Thump my memory of
watching him fucking Smiles A Lot in the woods. His powerful thrusts. I had
felt them in my ass and afterwards, my lover and I had rubbed our wet butts
together with the joy of being Mahyee-na.

     A deep longing fills Thump's eyes. I Sense his lust, my hand reaching down
to his front flap confirms it. "You've not relieved yourself since being with
my lover and I?"

     Thump shakes his head. 'The joy from fucking cannot compare to spilling
my loins in hand.'

     I pull the man's front flap from his belt. His cock stands along his hairy
groin with an oozing knob. After pulling away my rear flap, I turn and get on
tip toes to impale myself on his impressive manhood. My eyes narrow in pain.
Thump tries pushing me away but I reach back for his hips and grasp them. My
asshole manages to swallow most of his thick shaft.

     'I am feeling your pain, Willow Bird. You don't have to do this.'

     'But I want to. You're in need as a man and I can offer you relief. That's
how my spirit directs me, Thump. We can join our bodies just like we're Sharing
our thoughts.' Strong hands slip around my waist. I look down to see the man's
hands locked over my belly.

     'I have wanted to embrace you again, Willow Bird after that day we met.
Sticking in your butt had given meaning to my identity as a man. Mostly out of
lust. I know that it also satisfies your yearning to give yourself to a man.
The boy in you needs to grow up though.'

     I recall what Thump has told me about my innocence - how I strive to
correct every wrong and see things as only sunlight or shadow. I want to do
good, help others even when they won't accept it. I've learned much since last
we met. Who am I to judge what is the correct thing to do? My abilities grant
me power over others but I must not impose my will. Everyone must follow their
own path. Just as I'm following mine into manhood.

     'I sense that change in you, Willow Bird.'

     I keep forgetting to guard my thoughts! Thump gives my butt a big stab. I
suck in a pained breath, expecting his next love blow but it doesn't come.

     'I want you to get used to my size, Willow Bird. You can keep your thoughts
from me but not your feelings. I don't want to hurt you.'

     'Ah, but it's a good pain!' I tease. My mind opens to Share what this man
is feeling. His hard cock enjoys the tightness of my asshole. His balls ache
him to spill seed. Through Thump's eyes, I see my rounded cheeks pressing
against his groin. He pulls his cock out a ways then drives it back inside my
butt. The crunch of his groin hair is felt against my backside. He likes
conquering my boyish body.

     A dark part of Thump is revealed from Reading his memories. Grass Bender
had felt the power of his stabs and though obviously paining the boy, he struck
his little butt again and again. Almost as a test to their love. A part of him
had hoped that the boy would despise him afterwards so that the bindings of
their hearts would be released. It was difficult for Thump to feel that close
to a boy under his care. Especially when it was a relationship not accepted by
his People.

     Being with Grass Bender had brought Thump much joy. It freed his spirit.
Their hearts grew closer and he decided that any risk he'd have to take to keep
the boy's love was worth it. Even risking banishment. They took a long trip
through the plains to be together and considered running away from their tribe.

     Then Thump lost his boy. He wished those Shew-owa warriors had killed him
too. His life afterwards had been miserable, empty and he feared that his
secret would be discovered.

     A painful rhythmic beat takes me from my thoughts. Thump has begun to fuck
me in earnest. He grips my hips, makes a big stab in my butt and nearly pulls
out. I clench my teeth against the pain. Yet I'm thrilled to be taken by this
man. What need in him! His lust sings from his cock and my butt gets pounded
again and again like a war drum.

     From our Connection, we Share our feelings: the man's building pleasure
and I pass on what his manhood might feels in my asshole. There's no real love
between us. We're two Mahyee-na men fulfilling ourselves together.

     My butt becomes used to this man's big size. He hits upon my squaw spot
with his deeper thrusts and that sends a thrilling surge through my cock. I'm
not erected though. Probably because of the pain from getting fucked. I share
in his joy from this manly act, feeling his increasing waves of pleasure that
will soon get him to seed. Thump experiences what I am feeling from getting
stabbed. My joy from satisfying him with my butt. He is surprised that a man
willingly allows it. Aches for it. 'That is why I am Mahyee-na.'

     I sense concern in Thump. He doesn't want to be conquered by other men.
The memory of Grass Bender's rape and his own is strong in his head. His loss
of love and the shame he's had to endure. 'That was the ugly side of lust!' I
Send. 'When you give yourself willingly to a good man, as I am doing with you,
the act is pleasurable and without shame.'

     Thump buries his cock deep in me. His hands lift to my chest and he
squeezes me with all of his strength. I Sense the conflict in him. He lusts
for those of his sex but wants to express it only from the front part of his
body, with younger males. There's no desire in him to get fucked by a man.

     'Your spirit is like Shakes-like-the-ground.' I Show Thump how that
warrior loved a boy whom he lost. The similar conflict in him.

     'He is a proud war leader,' thinks Thump. 'It would shame his manhood to
allow his butt to be conquered.'

     I realize something. The pride of a man and his ambition to be great in
the eyes of his tribe prevents him from giving self to another. Especially in
an act that would be perceived as shaming him. I've had to grow up without my
father. Mine is a poor tipi and that reflects my status in the tribe. Is that
why I've tried to remain a boy?

     'You have less to lose, Willow Bird so that may be why you allow yourself
to be conquered. In turn, you conquer lesser males.'

     I search my feelings for the truth. I'm drawn to boys because they are
physically smaller, innocent and in need of my guidance. I express the front
part of my body with them and love them! Stronger males are given the rear part
of my body. That satisfies my female spirit.

     'That is the difference between us,' thinks Thump.

     Another truth is revealed. Our Father has given me abilities that men
would crave to make them powerful over others. They'd become corrupted and not
act in the Light. That is what the Darkness-that-comes offers to His Tricksters.
Why He tried turning me to the Darkness, but failed.

     'I think our Father has chosen well, Willow Bird.'

     A deep sense of relief comes to my heart. Our Father's plan for me has
been revealed and that comforts me. I always wanted to know why I'd been chosen.
Thump has helped me to discover the truth.

     'You are more than my Protector, Thump. I accept you as monedo to replace
Big Horn.'

     'I cannot fill his moccasins.'

     'No. I'm not asking for your love to replace his. You are wise and I am in
need of your guidance.'

     'I am honored, Willow Bird.'

     A smile crosses my lips. I find Thump's hands over my chest and bring them
down to my hips. Our bodily act needs to be fulfilled. I tighten my inner butt
muscles to squeeze the man's cock in me and he responds, pulling out a ways
before ramming back inside. I gasp from the thrilling sensation.

     'You are a powerful stallion, Thump!' His big cock is like Pai-alucia's
that I yearn to feel inside me. The man recalls a long-ago memory about being
with a horse. He brings that event into focus and Shares it with me.

     I See an image of Thump when he was a naked youth of seven or eight years
of age. He was standing beneath his father's stallion, handling its long dong
that curved downwards against him. He was in awe of it. His stick of an
erection pressed against the horse's mighty tree branch. Boyishly thin arms
wrapped around it, his hope of stealing some of the stallion's male power.

     Thump reveals his embarrassment. As an innocent youth, he didn't feel that
way during his sex rite with the horse but eagerly performed it with a younger
boy watching him. He did battle with the stallion, embracing the downwards
curving dong against the front part of his body. His arms rubbed along it while
he stabbed against the oozing swollen knob. What surprised Thump was when the
stallion pissed on him. Strong sticky gushes! It covered his small body. He
stood proud before his younger friend who rushed to embrace him. They belly
rubbed for a long while to share in the stallion's gift of strength.

     'I performed that same rite with Big Horn.' Images are Sent Thump of how
we shared Pai-alucia's male power in our embrace.

     'I have never told anyone about it,' Thump admits. 'My friend soon died
from a fever that I felt was a result of what we'd done. The stallion's
medicine was too strong for mere boys.'

     Many conflicting emotions are Read from Thump. He's feeling guilty about
his friend's death, sad and empty from not sharing his life with him into
manhood but a part of him doesn't regret being with that stallion. It was an
exciting sex rite that had helped him to mature.

     I sense the deep vulnerability in this man. There's no wisdom I can offer
him so I gently pull out of his head. We stand unmoving. I'm allowing Thump to
get past his moment of sadness.

     I peer at the slow current of the river, mesmerized like staring at a fire.
It makes me feel calm. The man's hands tighten around my hips when he continues
to fuck me. A steady in and out beat.

     Thump and I are no longer Sharing thoughts. We act now for lust and only
emotions are passed between us. He stabs me with his big cock. I feel its
passage through my hole and share that joy with him. Our bodies respond to the
other. It enhances our mating. The man grunts with pleasure. He fulfills his
need to seed and my butt will win it from him. Our lustful rhythm is perfectly
matched between tom-tom and drum. We become one flesh in step to the music.

     My body is slammed by the power of this man. He stabs deeply in me,
hitting my squaw spot that has me moaning. Strong hands are pulling over my
waist. A stiffening cock going in and out of my ass! I relish the pain/tickle
building towards a tremendous explosion.

     Thump holds breaths. His big body slams into mine and if not for his arms
around me, I'd have fallen to the ground. My butt is getting hurt. His cock is
getting very stiff and beating through me like a wild tom-tom. A powerful male
expression! He strikes my drum again and again.

     Thump groans out when he gushes up my asshole. I wail like a girl. It's a
violent climax for both of us! Pleasurable. Lust is satisfied from our bodies
and a binding of our hearts comes from it.

     Our heated bodies slow. Thump gasps for breath while clutching me in his
tight arms. I smile. His cock throbs in me, oozing cum. My aching butt likes
being filled.

     Thump's hand reaches down to my front flap to cop a feel of my cock. It's
hard. Yet there's no lust in me to spill from my loins.

     'What about you?' thinks Thump.

     He wants me to fulfill myself as a man. I pull my front flap from its
thong belt and turn, pressing my cock against his. Thump takes me into his arms.
I slip my hands over his broad shoulders and lock them behind his neck. My face
presses into his sweaty chest. I begin my stabs.

     It feels good to have this man's strong arms around me. My Protector. I
need his embrace and he wants me to express the male part of my spirit.

     Thump's left hand clutches my butt. It humps in beat to my stabs against
his cock, a nice silky feeling comes from my filled hole. Being Mahyee-na
fulfills both sides of my body from having sex. It completes my two spirited
identity. I've peered deep into this man and see him as only one spirited. He
isn't Mahyee-na.

     'I feel you inside my head, Willow Bird and some of what you are thinking.
I want to join your society of loving men because it is the right path for me,
even if I won't give them my butt. I offer you my strength at arms, guidance,
and to show boys who share our spirit that there is a path for them to follow.'

     Thump reveals wisdom. The Mahyee-na society should not exclude men like
Shakes-like-the-ground, Moss-stone-walker, Left-hand Bow and himself because
they're not two spirited. They can express manly love from the front part of
their bodies and in their hearts. It has been a difficult journey for me to
find my place in life. Big Horn showed me the way but even he didn't know all
the responsibilities that come from being Mahyee-na. Smiles A Lot was to teach
me. I can learn much from Thump and other men like him.

     'You will be leader of the Mahyee-na,' thinks Thump. 'Even a great chief
listens to the council of his warriors so that he can make good decisions in
the interests of the People he leads.'

     My arms tighten around this dear man. 'I think that our Father has sent
you to help me, Thump. When you found me at the corral, I was wretched and
feeling a great burden to my shoulders from the tasks He has set before me.'

     'I am your Protector, Willow Bird. My shoulders can bear some of your
burdens. You are not alone.'

     The man's last thought comforts me. I'm struck by a powerful vision! I see
myself as the lone willow that submits to the wind and prospers until one day
it is many willows. A wall against the wind. That is my purpose.

     I sense awe coming from Thump. He's Shared in my vision and offers me his
interpretation of it.

     'Your society of Mahyee-na men will grow strong, Willow Bird. The People
will come to accept who we are. A wall against the wind.'

     Tears of relief fill my eyes. Our Father has sent me Thump. A man whose
wisdom and strength I'm in need of so I won't face the coming trials alone.

     My butt gets slapped. With a grin, I resume making love to this man. Cock
on cock, their harsh meeting gives me pleasure. I relish this man's embrace.
His is a caring heart. He willingly offers himself to my every need.

     I find myself kissing this man's chest. His sweat tastes good. I find his
erect left nipple and begin sucking on it. Thump moans. He flinches when I bite
it, his strong hand giving my butt a slap. That enrages me to stab harder
against his cock. I feel my sperm's rising and cry out, shooting cum to his
belly. My breaths race through my mouth afterwards. I'm enjoying the afterglow
of male relief.

     There's pride for me coming from Thump. He gives my butt a fond pat, glad
that I've expressed myself as a man in his arms. He accepts my female spirit
that's expressed from the rear part of my body. I'll give this man my butt any
time he is in need.

     Our arms loosen from one another. I step back, looking over this dear man
in awe of what he is: my Protector, strong in body (much lust-filled!) and wise
in spirit. He'll be my shadow in the difficult days ahead.

     Thump blows a strong breath out of his mouth. He sniffs himself and points
at the river.

     "It would be good to take a bath. I've been riding for several days and
must smell like a horse!"

     After discarding what remains of our clothes, we wade into the water. It
is cold! Thump makes no mention of this. He comes from the Wandering Band of
Tagalou who make both the plains and the forests their home.

     Mud is taken from the river bottom and scrubbed over my body. Thump cleans
my back. His strong hands lift to my shoulders and he massages them, my head
dropping to my chest from enjoying his tending. I peer across the river at
where the Split Tribe have set up camp. Has my brother been able to rejoin more
of our People since I've been away?

     Thump starts heading for the bank. I rush from the cold water and fetch my
breechclout flaps. These were given me by Shakes-like-the-ground. A quick sniff
proves they are in need of cleaning so I return to the river with them, rinsing
the cloths of sweat, urine and horse smell. I'll likely be meeting with my
chief this day so I must make myself presentable.

     The golden deerskin in my hands turns dark from the water. I try wringing
them dry. Thump gestures to be given one of my breechclout flaps. His strong
hands twist the cloth with water running along his arms and dripping down from
his elbows. We set them over a bush to dry.

     I notice Thump studying me. He peers at my hair (burned short from the
plains fire), my face, the recent scars to my body from Crumobia's knife wound
(below my left shoulder), the wolf bites covering my legs that had to be seared
and the ugly bruises I received from my wild flight from my tribe after Smiles
A Lot's death.

     Thump lifts his hands for gesturing. 'You have endured injuries to your
body that not even seasoned warriors have suffered, Willow Bird. And you are
not even a brave yet.'

     The man's words sting me. "I could claim a warrior's feather."

     'Why have you not accepted that honor?'

     My eyes drop to the ground. "I... want to remain as Willow Bird." Thump
doesn't ask me to explain. We wander along the river bank in silence. He's not
donned his breechclout, allowing his body to dry in the cool morning air. I
miss not having Father Sun's heated Hand over me. The fog won't lift until the
afternoon so I'm feeling chilled, goose bumps forming on my skin. Water drips
down from my hair and into my eyes. I wipe my face with a hand.

     We walk further upriver until the trees stand along the bank. Thump stops.
There's fear in his eyes but I step into the forest without concern. I'm
welcomed by these tall sleepy spirits. They're softly Singing. Not in words I
can understand but with a joy for the coming day. Their roots draw nourishment
from our Mother, up into stout bodies to limbs sprouting many green fingers
awaiting Father Sun. I Sense their circle of life. The tree's simple existence,
peaceful and... Ah. It's hard to explain. I'm in awe of their strength and
passive being. In a few days, I'll become one of them and will understand.

     I turn to Thump and gesture for him to follow me. He stares up at the
trees a moment before reluctantly joining me.

     'Can you feel their eyes on us?' asks Thump.

     I nod my head. "They are watching." I press my hand against a slim pine.
The Singing grows louder in my head. It's a warm feeling like our Father's love
you feel but cannot see with your eyes. My Connection to the Forest People has
grown stronger from drawing on the power of that acorn sleeping in my bundle.
He's renewed my spirit after working a Healing. Already, I have set one foot in
their tribe.

     Thump stares at me with troubled eyes. I smile, grasping his arm so that
he can Share in my wonder for these spirits. The tension in his face fades.

     My mind fills with power, expanding to a level of being I've not felt
before. I See the trees for what they are, their placement on our Mother like
stars in the sky. Every one of them! Some shine brightly with good hearts while
others are dark. All the winding streams, deer paths and clearings are revealed
to me. The resting place of fallen brethren being returned to our Mother. I
See where the rivers join and water flowing beneath the ground that they drink
from. I Know this place where they dwell.

     My hand returns to my side. It still tingles after breaking my Connection
with their Song. I look around at all the trees, familiar to me like friends
I've always known. It's a joyous feeling!

     'Where are you going?' asks Thump.

     I look back at the man. "Come. Let's take a walk." I step deeper through
the woods without turning to see if Thump is following me. My feet know their
way. I could close my eyes and not stumble. What my eyes see is only the outer
beauty of this forest while my heart joins into their Singing. The trees form
One spirit greater than themselves. I've been acknowledged as one of them.

     A strong hand clasps mine. I Sense Thump's thoughts. He's no longer afraid
but wonders where we are going. There's a twisting sensation in my stomach.
'We are already there,' I answer.

     'Our breechclouts,' thinks Thump. 'I should also get my stone club if we
encounter enemy warriors!' he pleads.

     I ignore his concern when looking at the familiar placement of trees where
Smiles A Lot and I had made love with this man. There's my smoking pouch that
I'd forgotten. I reach down to fetch it. Dew covers the oiled skins but when I
open it, the long-stemmed clay pipe and bundle of tobacco have remained dry.

     "Have a smoke with me." Thump's eyes grow wide.

     'I remember where you left it when running to your frightened horse.' He
looks around, head shaking in disbelief. 'How can we be here?' he asks. 'This
looks like the place where we... It is far from your tribe!'

     I grasp the man's hand. Where the forest path turns at the river fills my
head and we're Taken there. Thump looks around, bewildered. I point at the pile
of rocks on the far bank. Black smoke is billowing from its base.

     'That is my People's signal place.'

     "Yes." I walk towards the river with my eyes on the black billowing smoke.
Someone must be keeping watch over there.

     'This is where we met! Warrior Breaking Stones had pulled Smiles A Lot off
your horse over there.' He points at the river path with a trembling hand.

     "I remember it well."

     'You have taken us through the woods faster than a flying eagle!'

     I shake my head. "The trees have. I only asked them to Take us here." My
eyes close when I visualize the boundary of this Forest People. It begins at the
forking of the muddy river close to where we're standing and stretches past
where my tribe have struck their tipis in the direction Father Sun falls in His
sky. They stand in a narrow band. I can't Reach that sapling who has taken root
amongst unsinging trees at the Woods Tribe. There is the faint whispering of
Tall Forest trees where Song Bird had been attacked by a bear. My feet/roots
are too shallow to Reach them though.

     I'm not sure why most of the vast forests have remained asleep. The trees
around me Sing. I Sense the mighty river branching around them, that its life-
giving water is drawn upon by these trees. I step up to an oak with my palm
pressing against it to Ask.

     I Sense surprise. It's as if the answer should be known to me. The trees
Sing in a teaching Song to one of their saplings, revealing to me how long ago,
a shining fingernail of our Father fell from the sky that shook our Mother. It
is of great power. Their tribe grew around it, awakened unlike the other trees.
A distance clan, the Greater Brothers (my People call them the Tall Forest)
were lifted by a thumb of our Mother. They stand above all others. Songs are
passed as faint whispers between the clans through their roots. The more aged
trees can Hear better. I'm but a sapling with much to learn.

     My utter self joins to their spirit. We've become One. I add my voice to
their beautiful Song, not with words but deep feelings and images. It's hard to
explain. The fear in me fades to be replaced with great joy! I no longer dread
that moment when I'll become one of them.

     I'm made aware of a trespass in the direction of where Father Sun falls
in His sky. A group of men riding horses along the path I'd taken yesterday.
Through the eyes of wary trees, I See that they are Woods Tribesmen on their
way to my tribe. My plea is given to allow them to pass.

     I try pulling away from their Song. It's difficult, Oh the utter beauty
of this Place! I'm reminded of the joy I felt upon the Veil of the Sky People
where those whom I love dwell. The same danger of losing myself exists here so
the Tree Spirits stop Singing to me. I find myself back on two feet. A small,
insignificant being.

     Tears fill my eyes. I wipe them away and see Thump staring at me. I point
at a mossy place on the ground. We kneel down together in silence. It takes a
moment for me to feel settled back inside my own body. Being with the trees
had freed my spirit in ways that's hard to describe. There was no sense of
time, distance or direction. My awareness was expanded like the open sky. I
release a sigh of longing for that Place. Soon, I'll be with the Tree Clan.

     My smoking pouch is opened and I draw out the long-stemmed pipe. A pinch
of tobacco is placed within the man-shaped bowl. After raising it to Him for a
blessing, I bring the pipe to my chest and wiggle my fingers over the tobacco.
A Power Word is uttered. I'm rewarded with a wisp of blue smoke.

     Thump's eyes widen. I draw smoke from the pipe before handing it to him.
He grasps it with trembling hands. His eyes hurt me so I lower mine. It's
difficult to know how different I am from him, from all the People. I've taken
another few steps down the path to what I'll become.

     My pipe is returned to me. I draw smoke into my lungs, enjoying the
pleasant buzz from the tobacco. We share the pipe between us a few more times.
It helps calm me.

     I tap ash from the bowl against my thigh. Its set down over the ground.
When daring to peer up at Thump, he gives me a warm grin. There's still awe in
his eyes but not the wild look he'd given me earlier. I smile back.

     'It will be an honor to serve you, Willow Bird.'

     A sharp breath escapes my mouth. I stare at the man with relief filling me.
He's come to accept what I am.

     'I remember when first laying my eyes on you,' Thump gestures. 'You had a
fierce spirit. Breaking Stones was caught off guard when you fell on him in
defense of your lover. A four-feathered warrior being attacked by a boy!'

     I join into Thump's hoarse laughter. The memory from that day is still
strong in me. Breaking Stones was about to draw his blade across Smiles A Lot's
throat when I launched myself from Pai-alucia's back and onto him. We struggled
together. If not for declaring myself Kalinlepi, that warrior would have likely
killed me.

     'Not even a weapon in your hand!' continues Thump. 'Breaking Stones had
thought you were both enemy scouts from a Plains Tribe and he wanted to take
your scalps but you weren't going to let him...'

     I tune out of Thump's gesturing. I'm feeling very relaxed, not up to a
conversation. My eyes wander over the man. He has a powerful body with muscled
shoulders, arms, chest and strong legs. There are no battle scars to be seen.
I peer at his loins. Sleeping over his balls is a small cock. I can see the
outline of his knob within its foreskin. I've felt his male rage in my asshole
that's been filled with his seed. My butt still aches a little.

     'They saw how you lit your pipe with only a word but thought you too young
to be a shaman...'

     I release a sigh. Thump's hands continue to fly with gestured words that
I'm barely following. My thoughts are turned towards the coming days. What is
going to happen. The man becomes still, startling me from my thoughts.

     'Are you weary, Willow Bird?'

     I nod my head with relief. My hand reaches out to the man's chest and
covers his heart. I Connect our thoughts. 'Will you remain with my People if
something happens to me?' I Sense anguish from Thump.

     'Nothing will happen to you, Willow Bird. I will protect you!'

     What I'm about to reveal to Thump is difficult for me but he should know.
'I will be taking a Journey soon. Not one with my feet but of spirit. You know
of my Connection with these trees and that they'll stand in guard of my tribe
when war comes. We are in need of their protection.'

     'I will remember to stay out of the forest, as you've warned.'

     I peer deep into Thump's eyes. 'A Change will come to me.' It's difficult
hiding what that will be from this man. His anguish grows.

     'When will you return to us?' he asks.

     'I do not know, Thump. Will you remain with my tribe and help them after
the war?'

     'I am your Protector and will do ask you've asked.'

     'Even when I am gone?'

     Thump glances at the woods. 'But you won't be. I'll know where to find you.
I am no longer afraid of Them.'

     I'm relieved to know this. I pull my hand away and smile. To my surprise,
Thump leans over to grip my shoulders. Determination burns in his eyes. I have
to lower mine for some reason, as if I'm not worthy of his devotion unto me.

     'You are worthy, Willow Bird.'

     The man returns to his knees before me. His cock catches my eyes, limp
over his balls but possessing great strength when aroused. I long to see his
male power again. My hand reaches out to caress Thump's left knee.

     The man senses what I want from him. He looks down at himself with a sly
grin, trying to coax his growth there. I Send him exciting images of sex: my
loving embraces with Crying Loon: how we've pleasured ourselves in belly rubs,
sucking on each other and the satisfaction of sticking into each other's butt.
Our sweet kisses, too.

     I watch the man's cock lifting from his balls and lengthen to a stallion's
proportion. How did I manage to fit that inside me? There's a pleasant blood
rush into my cock.

     'Making love to a boy is sweet,' admits Thump.

     I've given this man glimpses of being with Crying Loon and hope that he'll
Share the joy he's had with his own boy.

     Thump answers my plea. His thoughts focus on being with Grass Bender. How
they learned to express love with their bodies. It began with a sensual
exploration of the youth's nakedness with his hands and mouth, enjoying his
smallness: thin arms, a flat chest with their nipples erecting under his
tongue, the small tuft of groin hair that he playfully fingered until the boy
was erected and taken into his mouth. The man was rewarded with a sweet drink.

     He turned Grass Bender around to eat up his little butt. Lustful kisses
and small bites were given to the boy's cheeks. His tongue darted into the
tight hole, smelly yet drawing his urgent lust. Thump laid over the boy who
accepted his manly need. It was more brutal than loving but the act brought
their hearts closer together. They enjoyed a few more matings. Thump learned
how to be tender with his young lover so he wasn't much hurt from getting
fucked. They spent a hand in fingered days together on the plains.

     I pull my hand away. There's a dark expression on Thump's face that I
suspect comes from him recalling his lover's murder. I offer the man a strained
smile, filled with understanding for how he's feeling at his loss.

     "Thank you for sharing your joy with my, Thump. I've known about your
sorrow but hope that you can put that behind you." The man gives me a weak grin.

     My loss of Big Horn swells in my heart. Not the sharp pain it used to be.
"I try to remember the happiness. And with each new lover, my heart has been
healed. It will be the same with you."

     'That boy I Saw you with,' asks Thump. 'Was he from your tribe?'

     "Crying Loon is one of my young lovers," I explain. "He was also attracted
to... my companion and we hoped the boy would become part of a triad in our
pa-he-watch-he rite."

     'I don't know that word.'

     "It's a hair love/embrace rite practiced by the Spear-bearing People to
join two lover's cocks in male marriage."

     'Is that a Mahyee-na rite?' Thump asks.

     I nod my head. The man stares at my hard cock, reminding me that there's
no binding to it. I'm free to love another once I've had time to mourn over
Smiles A Lot. His loss is still a sharp pain in my heart.

     Thump looks down at himself with pride. I eye his hard cock, the rosy
knob freed of its foreskin. My fingers reach over to rub over its stallion
length with much awe. The man breathes in sharply.

     I'm considering doing something more with Thump when we hear horses
galloping in the distance. He turns his head at the river path. I look too but
don't see the horsemen yet. We get to our feet in a rush.

     Thump's hand reaches down to his waist in a warrior's reaction to danger.
No weapon there. The man glances down at himself, at his nakedness. He glares
at me with alarm in his eyes.

     Before I can ask him to run into the woods with me, five horsemen come
into view. Someone shouts. They turn from the river path and quickly surround
us. Two men wear feathers in their hair. One has drawn a tomahawk. The three
braves hoot with war lust but to my relief, they brandish no weapons. None of
these men have painted faces.

     They have long hair! Relief fills me. The Plains People cut theirs short
and favor long spears for hunting the buffalo and in battle. These men bear
only bows and tomahawks. They must be Woods Tribesmen. I raise my right hand to
them in greeting.

     A three feathered warrior reins his horse towards me. He raises his left
hand to quiet his men, obviously their war leader. Thump offers him a peace
gesture.

     "Who are you?" the warrior asks.

     "I am Willow Bird from the Kalinlepi." Turning to my companion, I hear
Thump give his name in a hoarse utterance. "He is from the Second Wandering
Band of Tagalou."

     "The Tagalou. We are looking for them."

     I feel the tension easing between us. That warrior who'd pulled his
tomahawk glares down at me with suspicion though. Beside him is a brave that I
think I recognize. "Weren't you part of Climbs-the-tree's hunting party two
days ago?"

     The young man nods his head. "I am Twig-snap."

     "Has Hawk's Eye recovered from his belly wound?" I ask.

     "It's you!" the brave shouts. He turns to the others saying, "I saw him
heal Hawk's Eye who'd been shot by that Shew-owa scout. He would have died."

     I address the other men with my explanation. "Shakes-like-the-ground and
his men from the Moss-bowl were accompanying me back to my tribe. The Plains
warriors are soon to make war on my People. That's why we left your tribe in
haste yesterday morning."

     Twig-snap has been nodding his head to my words. I see the warrior
returning his tomahawk to his thong belt. Their war leader signals for his men
to dismount.

     "I am Swift-as-an-elk of the Alee-gar." He turns to Thump. "We have come
to warn your tribe of an enemy scout the Yheel-ar had caught in their woods."

     "He was the Shew-owa brave who shot Hawk's Eye," I add. "He's escaped."

     "We fear there are other enemy scouts in the woods," says Twig-snap. "My
chief sent me to warn the Alee-gar to be on the look out. Swift-as-an-elk has
come to warn the Tagalou."

     Most of the men are facing Thump. He stands proud with no embarrassment
showing on his face because of his nakedness. I notice eyes on me from a young
brave standing beside me. He's about my age though shorter in height. A slim
body. His face is very nice to look upon, pretty like a girl. A pleasant surge
goes through my loins. I glance down at myself and notice my erection.

     "Did you just come from across the river?" asks the war leader.

     "No," rasps Thump. He rubs his throat.

     There's no need to explain to these men why Thump has trouble speaking.
They can see the long scar over his throat.

     'It is good that you have come to warn us of the danger,' gestures Thump.
'My war leader, Smoke That Doesn't Lie is visiting with the Kalinlepi with some
of our tribesmen. We used a rope bridge to cross the river yesterday. There.'

     Thump points at a rock near the river. 'It is a dangerous crossing for
horses but your men can use it to reach our signal place.' He points at the
pile of rocks on the other side. Black smoke is billowing from them.

     "A lookout has been posted?" asks Swift-as-an-elk.

     "Yes," utters Thump in a whisper. 'I will help you get across.'

     The war leader turns to his nephew. "Stay here with our horses."

     Men start handing over their reins to the young brave standing beside me.
I offer to help. That warrior who had brandished his tomahawk gives me a frown,
eyes glancing at my erection. He hands his horse over to my companion. The two
braves give me the reins to their horses with plain faces. I've dropped my arm
over my dick so they wouldn't be giving me harsh stares.

     I tug on the horses in my care and lead them away from the river. The
young brave struggles with his three horses. We find a large bush to tie them
to. I turn to my companion questioningly.

     "Ah. I am called Swift-rabbit."

     That's a boy's name. "You've not been named a brave?" I ask.

     "No. Swift-as-an-elk is my uncle. He'll give me a man's name next summer."

     I look the boy over. He has a very cute face with brown eyes, a small nose
and other features that are similar to my People. He reminds me of Song Bird,
but older. His arms are muscled but not overly so. Same with his chest. He
wears two deerskin flaps folded over a thong belt with a flint blade tucked
within; no sacred bundle. My eyes fall to the youth's powerful legs. He looks
like a Runner. I notice his eyes on my hard cock that seems like more than
simple curiosity.

     "Big!" comments Swift-rabbit.

     I break out in a big smile with my cheeks lifting to my eyes. I'm not
exactly embarrassed. My eyes turn to the horses under our care.

     "Did we interrupt your swim?" the boy asks with a sly grin.

     I nod my head. It would be difficult to explain that Thump and I had left
our breechclouts on the bank near my tribe, far from here. I'm reluctant to
explain how we were Taken to this part of the river.

     Swift-rabbit looks back at the men. I see that Thump is already in the
water, pulling along a rope that's tied to a tree on the far bank. A warrior
enters the river to follow close behind him. Swift-as-an-elk remains with his
two braves.

     They are crossing in pairs so as to not put stress on the rope. When Thump
and his companion safely reach the other side, two more men enter the river.
Swift-as-an-elk watches their progress.

     "I can't imagine how the Tagalou brought their horses across!" the boy
remarks. "We were looking for a shallow place in the river but didn't find one."

     "It is a formidable barrier to the land," I answer. "The Tagalou are a
clever People. They roam the plains in hunt of buffalo and winter in the woods.
See that smoke? A blanket is used to break its rising so they can speak to each
other from great distances. They call that pile of rocks their signal place."

     "I know."

     The two braves have made their way to the other side. That leaves Swift-
as-an-elk. Before that warrior enters the river, he turns to us with his hand
raised in farewell. Swift-rabbit is quick to wave back at his uncle.

     I hear a nervous whinny behind me. One of the horses has managed to pull
his reins from the bush so I rush over to grab it, tying the thong back in
place. Swift-rabbit watches me with bright eyes. I bend over to check on the
other reins, my butt opening for him to see.

     I feel my cock tingling. When I stand up, Swift-rabbit is at my side with
an interesting expression on his face. I give the boy a nice smile. He averts
his eyes from my nakedness.

     I turn sideways to him, my arms lifting for the sky. "Father Sun feels
good after a cold swim in the river." I slowly turn around. The boy's shy eyes
look me over that sends a shiver up my spine.

     "I like going about nude to darken my body. My skin is evenly tanned even
those parts covered by breechclout flaps. No pale butt for me!"

     Swift-rabbit breaks into an open mouthed smile while panting for breath.
When I glance at the front of the boy's breechclout, I see a revealing bulge
there. He peers down at himself with a burning face.

     "Do you think I have a nice butt?" Swift-rabbit looks at it. I step closer
to him while lazily stretching my body. My eyes are cast up at the bright sky,
free of morning fog. It's going to be a warm day.

     My legs stretch over the dirt. A final step is taken towards Swift-rabbit.
I sense the sexual tension between us. He's interested in me but acts too shy
to act or maybe I've misread him.

     It becomes a tense moment. I think that I've made my intensions clear but
Swift-rabbit doesn't respond. My eyes remain lifted to the sky with the glow of
Father Sun filling my eyes. I wiggle my ass suggestively. Hmm. Perhaps he's not
Mahyee-na after all.

     I feel a hand over my butt. Yes! Resisting my urge to look at Swift-rabbit,
I keep my eyes away so as to not embarrass him. This is a delicate moment. The
boy palms my left cheek. I flinch when his other hand comes to my chest. He
rubs my breast that feels good so I moan. My eyes are kept towards the sky.

     Swift-rabbit's left hand roams down the front of my body, across my belly
and stops at my groin. He fingers my tuft of hair. I suck in a sharp breath but
keep the smile on my face. His right hand clutches my butt.

     "That feels good," I whisper. Swift-rabbit's hand drops to my sac of
balls, a careful fingering of my orbs while his thumb brushes against my cock.
His breath trembles when he grasps my hard shaft. A few pulls are given to my
foreskin that feels real good. Both the boy's hands have hold of my nakedness.
His shy exploration of my male body.

     I make a Connection between us, emotions only while holding mine back.
Swift-rabbit feels very excited. My body attracts his lust but it arises
conflict in him. If I were a girl, he'd know what to do with me. My next words
are bold.

     "Before our bath in the river, Thump seeded me."

     I hear Swift-rabbit gasp. He releases my cock to step behind me, eyes down
at my butt. I spread my legs and bend over. The boy parts my cheeks to peer in
for my asshole.

     "That man raped you?"

     I shake my head. "Thump felt the need to stick in me so I let him. He has
a stallion-sized cock!"

     "Really?!"

     Swift-rabbit squats behind me. I make a gentle push from my butt so the
boy can see that it's filled with cum. His hot breaths blow over my cheeks. I
feel a cool trickling down to my balls.

     "Eiii," breathes the boy.

     "You can also give me a wet butt." I feel a deep pang in my chest from
what I've suggested. This boy has never had sex before. I don't think he is
attracted to girls and hasn't done anything with a man.

     The conflict grows sharper in Swift-rabbit. He feels that it is wrong to
make love to someone of his own sex. Yet the boy lusts for my butt. Will he
take it? I look towards the river for Swift-as-an-elk's men. The horses block
my view but I know that they won't soon be returning. He realizes this too.

     "It won't take long," I assure the boy. My left hand pats over my butt.

     Swift-rabbit removes his breechclout. Two deerskin flaps have fallen to
my feet but not the boy's thong belt. I bend over a little more. He pulls on my
right cheek, directing his dick to my hole. I feel its hot stiffness slipping
into my butt. Not a man's thick cock yet the boy's erection is very long.

     There's a strong throbbing felt in my butt. I Sense the boy's climax when
he gushes in my asshole. We didn't even begin fucking! I pretend not to notice
by reaching my hands back to grip his cheeks, pulling over them to begin his
stabs. He grasps my waist.

     "Your dick feels good in me," I breathe. His hands around his waist set a
lusty beat to his stabs through my butt. I tighten my asshole. Though the boy
has spent himself, he fucks me to know what that feels like. I back into his
forward thrusts. I'm wailing like a girl.

     Swift-rabbit is putting on a good performance. His dick is still hard in
me but is slow to build with thrills. I keep him fucking me with my hands
pulling over his cheeks. The boy humps wildly. I cry out a few times when his
deeper stabs press into my squaw spot. What a long dick!

     I straighten my back. Swift-rabbit's chest rubs against me, his erect
nipples pressed between my shoulder blades. My cheeks are tickled by his groin
hair. From our Connection, I know how much he's enjoying my body. His dick
feels my slimy heat and when his stabs withdraw from my ass, I clamp down with
spincer muscles. That gets the boy moaning.

     A sense of pride fills Swift-rabbit. He's performing like a man and thinks
he could get himself to cum again. I want him to! Our wild bodies struggle
towards completion. My cock is very hard, aching for release but I'll tend to
this boy's needs first.

     Our Connection deepens. I pass to him what I'm feeling from getting my
butt stabbed. How my asshole enjoys his dick sliding through it. The thrill of
being fucked, especially when he stabs really deep through my hole. The pleasure
that he's feeling is enhanced because of it. I don't think the boy realizes
what I'm doing.

     My hands drop from the youth's wild butt. He no longer needs my guidance
there since he's learned how to fuck a man. I bend over, my hands grasping my
upper legs. The boy is really plowing me! I hear the squishy sound from his
dick, getting stiffer when his thrills become intense. His breaths are being
held. I know the meaning of that.

     With a joyful outcry, Swift-rabbit shoots in me. It's a strong climax for
him but not as long lasting as his first one. His hot breaths blow against my
neck. I slowly straighten up. The boy's hands lift to my sweaty chest and he
tightly clutches me. I join my hands over his.

     Our mating was very sweet. More than feeling his male relief, this boy
realizes what he is inside. I'll explain the path that's been revealed to him.
"You performed well, Swift-rabbit. Your spirit is like mine to love those of
our sex. That is not a bad thing." I Sense denial building in him.

     "There are others who are like us. Thump, for instance." The boy thinks
that that man is my lover and guilt fills him for what we've done. "He is my
Protector. I'm in need of his strength and guidance after losing my lover."

     "You aren't his... squaw?" the boy asks.

     "No. We embrace our needs but we're not bound together like that. I'm
still in mourning."

     "I am sorry, Willow Bird."

     Swift-rabbit regrets calling me Thump's squaw as if that insulted me. He
just caught my words about mourning over my lost love, curious about who he was.
"My heart will eventually heal and I'll find another boy to love."

     "Not a man?" Swift-rabbit asks.

     I Sense confusion in this youth. He thought I'd given my heart (and butt)
to a warrior as his male squaw. I'll need to explain things to him.

     "I am two spirited. The rear of my body accepts the needs of lusting men
but I express my love with boys, to show them the path. Some will grow into
manhood as Mahyee-na."

     "Mah-ee-na?" asks Swift-rabbit. "What does that mean?"

     This is the moment to initiate the boy in our ways. I've Seen his spirit
and how he expresses himself sexually. My hands drop down from his. I slowly
get our bodies to separate and turn to him. My eyes look over his nakedness.
He has a long dick! It's wrapped in a dark brown foreskin while his knob is
blood red. Even his balls are very dark, almost black in color. It's quite a
contrast to the rest of his pale body.

     I notice that Swift-rabbit has kept his thong belt around his waist.
Probably so that he can don his flaps quickly if the men return. It makes his
nakedness appear more blatant.

     The boy drops his eyes in embarrassment. I step closer to him until our
dicks are nearly touching. My hands reach up for his shoulders. "The society of
Mahyee-na men offers guidance to boys who share in our spirit. It is much more
than having sex. Your heart will be shown the path to find love."

     The boy timidly peers up at me. I offer him a warm grin. "You are special,
Swift-rabbit. Let me help you take the first step." He thinks a moment then
nods at my offer. My hands pull over his shoulders to turn around. He resists.
I Sense that he fears that I'm going to stick in his butt.

     "The first rite in the Mahyee-na is a simple one," I explain. "It's not
going to hurt. Trust me!" Swift-rabbit slowly turns around but he peers back
at me. I look down at his butt. It's pale from being hidden under a breechclout
flap and the woods he lives in doesn't allow the full strength of Father Sun to
kiss his body. I note the strength in his legs. Those muscles extend up to give
him nicely shaped cheeks.

     I turn around and step back until our butts are touching. My hands reach
down and tightly grip his. "This is the first rite into the Mahyee-na," I
explain. "Our spirits are drawn to those of our sex. A full initiation will
prove your willingness to join our society of loving men. Consider if you want
to do this."

     Silence. I Sense the boy's indecision coming from fear to have his spirit
revealed to others. More talk is needed. "I was given this rite by my monedo
earlier this summer. He saw that my spirit was like his. Instead of hiding what
was in my heart, it was set free to find male love. Do not be afraid." I hump
against the boy's warm softness. He responds by rubbing butts with me and sighs.

     When I Reach deep in Swift-rabbit's head, I discover a hidden longing that
he's barely acknowledged. He wants to have his butt conquered. It's not a
conscious thought. He's heard the battle field atrocities of a fallen brave
getting raped and he wonders what that would be like to be brutally used by
enemy warriors. To have his butt filled.

     "There are those of the Mahyee-na who are two spirited. We offer ourselves
to the needs of men but it doesn't shame our male identity."

     "Is that why you let Thump... and me stick in you?"

     "Yes. It's a joy to give my butt's pleasure to you. I feel completed from
that act of joining our bodies in mating. Thump is attracted to those of his
sex but he won't offer his butt. He's given me a release in his arms."

     "Is he a warrior of the Tagalou?"

     "He wears no feathers but I know that Thump has a warrior's heart." Swift-
rabbit reveals his attraction to that man through our Connection.

     "You only have sex together?"

     "We aren't lovers but he has pledged himself to be my Protector." I Sense
Swift-rabbit's understanding. The boy comes to accept what he is and hope fills
him that he can be shown the way. But he wonders if true love can be found -
the kind of heart's joining that only happens between a man and a woman. He
doesn't think that will happen for him. Anguish squeezes his heart.

     "Love comes between two people." I pull my hands from the boy's and turn
to him while he faces me. "Let me Show you how I have loved!"

     Swift-rabbit drops his eyes to my outstretching hand. There's concern on
his face and I realize that he thinks I am trying to win his love. "I'm still
in mourning of my lover," I whisper.

     "Then what do you want from me?"

     "Our Father has blessed me with a wondrous gift," I explain. "I can Show
you how I've experienced true love so that your heart will be at ease."

     Swift-rabbit gives me a puzzled look. He stares at my hand and slowly
reaches out to take it. I Connect our thoughts gently; emotions only. The love
I have felt for Smiles A Lot is Passed to this boy. It is still strong in me!
The ache of losing him is set aside so that only joy is revealed. My heartfelt
love that's no different from how a man feels for a woman. This youth craves
for what I've had. A hunger in him that demands to See more so I fill my head
with images. How Smiles A Lot and I grew to know each other that's led to trust
and our strong friendship. I showed him love and he taught me how to use our
Father's gifts.

     Swift-rabbit was startled at first by the intensity from Sharing but he
is curious to know what my lover looked like. My heart aches. I cast away my
sadness to Show him Smiles A Lot as I saw him: the warm smile on his face, his
willingness to help my People even though he came from an enemy tribe. He had a
slim body, soft like a girl's and a nice butt that I've fucked yet he could
also express himself as a male. I reveal what he looked like in my arms, naked
and filled with an urgent need to make love to me. The varied sex acts that
expressed our hearts. Our sweet kisses. All the pain in my heart is forgotten
when holding my lover in my arms again! 'Oh, how I've missed you!'

     A part of me knows that this is Swift-rabbit yet my need for Smiles A Lot
overwhelms me when I embrace him tightly. My lips on his. All my love pours out
of my heart like a dammed river that's broken through. I make urgent love to my
boy. Cock against cock in savage thrusts towards release. It comes swiftly. A
powerful climax for me! I'm feeling relieved in my lover's arms until my eyes
open to find that it's not him.

     I push against Swift-rabbit and stagger for a few steps, leaning against
one of the horses to prevent myself from falling to the ground. The boy rushes
to me. Such longing is in his face. I turn my head away, feeling both betrayed
and guilt ridden for using this boy.

     "Willow Bird!"

     I force my eyes to look at him. For a moment, I see my Smiles A Lot but
after wiping away my tears, he changes back into Swift-rabbit.

     The boy clutches my arm. I see the result from Sharing with him on his
belly. My seed was wrongly given - he's not my lover!

     "Why are you angry at me?" asks Swift-rabbit.

     I bury my face in my right arm to hide my shame. My tears won't stop. The
horse I've been leaning against moves away with a snort and I'm falling. Swift-
rabbit catches me in his arms.

     "I'm sorry, Willow Bird. I shouldn't have stolen your love."

     His words were unexpected. I wipe my face and look at Swift-rabbit. He
drops his eyes from mine, the shame in him making me feel real bad. "It wasn't
your fault. I forgot who you were for a moment but the madness has passed."

     Swift-rabbit squeezes my arm. His face turns plain when he goes into deep
thought. I wipe more tears from my eyes and stare at him. He's a pretty boy
that could easily attract my love if the circumstances were different. I have
Seen his heart. He cares for others like my Smiles A Lot and that's probably
why I utterly Shared with him as if he were my lover. My heart aches. I've
endured a lost lover before with my Big Horn. I got over it. Why can't I accept
my recent loss?

     "I think you haven't forgiven yourself."

     The boy is touching my arm. Has he Seen inside my head? No. We're not
Connected. A stab of pain goes through my heart like a flint blade. I clutch my
chest and open my mouth but my sobs are kept in my throat.

     "There's a warrior in my tribe who lost his wife during a raid," whispers
Swift-rabbit. "He was out hunting at the time. Guilt drove him to the plains to
look for her but we never saw him again. I don't want that to happen to you."

     I'm slowly recovering from what happened. Swift-rabbit's words help. I
wouldn't throw my life away like that warrior from his tribe! Then I recall
what happened after Smiles A Lot was murdered. I did run away. I wanted an end
to my life by jumping off the mountain but the Darkness-that-comes turned my
grief to anger. He almost made me His evil servant.

     The Moss-bowl shaman cleansed my spirit. I had found myself again and have
returned to my People to help them when war comes. It was a fragile balance
though. When I Shared with this boy, all my guilt and loneliness for Smiles A
Lot poured out of my heart.

     "He wouldn't have wanted you to suffer over his loss," says Swift-rabbit.
"I know that he would forgive you."

     I stare at Swift-rabbit with awe. His words prove that he's not a boy but
a man wise to the ways of life. I should stop being so stupid! Not give into
weakness with crying that I've become used to as Moss-stone-walker has warned
me about.

     "I am sorry for burdening you with my troubles."

     "No. You didn't!" answers Swift-rabbit. "I wanted to know what real love
was like and you showed me. I know that life is filled with joy and pain. Your
effort to share with me had you reliving your loss and for that I am sorry."

     Tears fill my eyes again. I'm about to wipe them away when Swift-rabbit
prevents me by holding my hands.

     "Do not be ashamed to shed them."

     I see understanding in the boy's eyes. His face swims before my sight from
the flood of tears streaking down my face. I allow them to fall without shame.
Did not Big Horn tell me that to cry alone or with a lover is permitted?

     For a long while we sit over the ground together.


     Father Sun has risen to the top of His sky. I feel thirsted. My tears have
long since dried from my face. I get up and fetch a water skin from one of the
horses. Swift-rabbit joins me in a drink. After glancing towards the river, he
fetches some jerky from a sack and offers me a stick of smoked deer meat.

     We eat in silence. Often, the boy gazes at me with a shy look on his face.
I smile at him.

     "Willow Bird. Ah, when can I visit your tribe so that you can initiate me
into the Mah-ee-na?"

     "You can come when you've been named a brave."

     "That long away?" asks Swift-rabbit.

     My face turns dark. "War is coming to my People. If we survive, I will
need time to set my place amongst them. I'm training to be our tribe's next
shaman and leader of the Mahyee-na."

     "Do your People accept what you are?"

     I slowly shake my head. "That is the task before me. Good men like Thump
will stand with me to help accomplish that. I'll build a lodge of willow's bark
where our society can meet. The People will come to me for healing and to lead
them spiritually. Our Father has chosen me to act in His Light."

     "I want to help you."

     A smile comes to my face. "That is good. There are others who share our
spirit from many different tribes."

     "Who are they?" the boy asks.

     "There's war leader Shakes-like-the-ground and warrior Left-hand Bow from
the Moss-bowl Tribe. They are one spirited. Brave Sings-to-the-birds comes from
the Snow Drinkers but he was banished from them for not putting on a woman's
dress. He has a love for boys. When he was discovered being with Night's Star,
a Moss-bowl youth, they banished him too and we don't know where he's gone.

     "My brother Second Bird is Mahyee-na. He was raised by the Split Tribe
though he'd spent a few summers amongst the Shew-owa as a captive until we
escaped from them. A boy from my tribe named Crying Loon has shared his love
with me. We are trying to keep that a secret... because of his age."

     "And there's Thump from the Tagalou," adds Swift-rabbit. "Ah. You said
that he's your Protector."

     I see puzzlement on the boy's face. "My lover came from a Plains Tribe to
teach me how to use our Father's gifts. The Split Tribe caught him, thinking he
was an enemy scout. After three days of torture, they brought him to me because
he kept speaking my name. It's a long story. Two of my tribesmen returned
Smiles A Lot to the Split Tribe where he was killed. They had despised our
love. Thump has offered to protect me from such men."

     Swift-rabbit lowers his eyes to the ground while nodding his head. "It is
difficult being who we are, Willow Bird. I've been hiding that part of myself
from others, even from myself, I think. The People respect strength. If you can
get enough men with you, your society will have to be acknowledged."

     "I don't want them to fear us."

     "No. That's not what I meant. If everyone sees that there are others like
you, strong proud men who aren't ashamed of who they are then the Mah-ee-na
will be accepted."

     I reach out to grip the boy's shoulder. "You are very wise for someone of
your age."

     Swift-rabbit grins. "How old do you think I am?"

     I note the boy's lesser height next to me. The length of his hair is about
what mine was before that plains fire. His body is slim except for the muscles
bulging from his legs. That give him a nice butt! I glance down at his groin.
He bears a tuft of hair for a boy in his middle teens. I've seen his long dick.
"You are my age."

     "How old is that?" asks Swift-rabbit. "You haven't been named a brave yet,
have you? but I think you are fifteen and was passed over from being named a
man this summer for some reason."

     "That is so. Do you know why?" I ask.

     "We've both had to grow up without a father. I know that because you
mentioned having a monedo. My uncle, Swift-as-an-elk has been raising me and he
has pushed my naming ceremony ahead another year. Like you."

     I sadly shake my head. "My monedo who was to have given me a man's name
this mid-summer's eve died before he could do so. He was my first adult lover.
I was captured by a Shew-owa hunting party and that's when I met my brother,
Second Bird. We escaped them and returned to our tribes. The moon of my being
initiated a brave had come and gone. I am only a boy, like you in the eyes of
my tribe. Yet I could claim a warrior's feather for having killed one of my
captors."

     "A lot has happened to you this summer."

     I release a long sigh. "Tell me how old you are, Swift-rabbit."

     The boy grins. "I am nearly sixteen."

     "How can that be? Are you saying that you won't be named a brave until you
are seventeen next summer?" I shake my head in dismay. "You are older than me!"

     "I was born during the coldest winter moon," Swift-rabbit explains. "I'll
turn sixteen this winter and be named a brave next summer before I'm seventeen.
I am a good Runner for my tribe. Only boys can do that. That's why my uncle has
put off my naming rite for a year."

     I laugh. "That gives us another year as boys!"

     "You are a warrior already, Willow Bird. I want the chance to prove myself
but I must wait another year."

     I grip Swift-rabbit's shoulder. "Enjoy your youth." My words don't sit
well with him. I Sense his disappointment. He thinks his uncle has delayed
naming him a brave for other reasons: his short height, having a girl's pretty
face and doubt of his manhood.

     "I'm ready to be named a man!" growls Swift-rabbit. He pounds his chest
hard with his fist. "I can endure pain. I've nearly ran my legs off when
carrying messages between the chiefs of the Woods Tribes. No other boy is
faster! And I can keep their words to myself. Yet I'm ready to put that behind
me to take up weapons for the hunt or in battle. I just want the chance."

     Fierce words. Swift-rabbit proves that he has a brave's heart. He wants to
explore lands beyond the safety of the woods to see another People, to find
what he's looking for though he doesn't know what that is.

     The boy stares at me. He may have sensed that I'm in his head. I look away.
His thoughts turn to me. He envies my travels, the gifts of our Father and that
I have acted as a warrior against my enemies. There's concern in him that I'm
too soft hearted though.

     I feel stung. "I've endured much suffering and loss this summer! My shaman
has chosen me to walk in his footsteps to lead our People after him. A heavy
burden to my shoulders. That's why I try clinging to my boyhood."

     "Our Father has chosen you," says Swift-rabbit.

     The youth points at the sun streaks in my hair with awe. His hand whirls
around his head and touches mine in a gesture that I've been given the ability
to Share thoughts. "And I've been given other gifts," I admit.

     "Like what?"

     A reluctance comes to me to say what they are. If he were to know, he
might fear me. I don't want him to see how much I differ from the People! An
uneasy silence comes between us.

     "Oh, I shouldn't have asked. They must have to do with being shaman because
I remember Twig-snap saying that you'd healed Hawk's Eye from his grave wound."

     I nod my head. My eyes fall to the boy's strong legs. "Won't you miss
being Runner for your tribe?" I'm trying to divert his attention from myself.

     Swift-rabbit reaches down for his calves and grips them. "Running has made
me strong but my legs can be used to grip a horse in battle. I could chase down
enemy warriors. I'd want to set my rank amongst the other braves when the
wrestling matches come in the Fall. A boy isn't allowed to do that."

     The youth's butt sticks out when he's bending over. I reach down and give
his cheeks a fond pat. He gives me a sly grin.

     "Do you think I have a nice butt?"

     "That's what I had asked you about mine! And you know what that led to..."

     Swift-rabbit smiles. "I squirted in you twice!"

     "I know."

     Swift-rabbit gives me a sly grin. "You knew that my dick came out when I
first stuck in you?"

     I nod my head. "I've had a lot of men and boys mount me. I felt your
throbbing but didn't want to shame you. That's why I pulled over your butt to
get you fucking me, to have you experience what that is like."

     A distant look comes into Swift-rabbit's eyes. "It felt real good. How
does your butt feel to have cum in it from Thump and me? Pretty full, eh?"

     "Yes. I like that silky feeling, especially when I walk."

     "Doesn't it hurt to get stuck?"

     "Your dick is really long but not that thick. Thump has a stallion's cock!
I've enjoyed that man's stabs through my butt even though they've pained me.
Did you feel how slippery it's made my hole when you fucked me?"

     "I couldn't tell," the boy admits. "I've not stuck into anyone before."

     I reach down for Swift-rabbit's cheeks and fondle them. "You do have a
nice butt."

     "Haven't you already spent your lust in my arms, Willow Bird?

     I nod my head with understanding. He's not ready to give his butt to me.
Perhaps by next summer, he'll be more willing to let me fuck him during his
initiation into the Mahyee-na. A pang of sadness comes to me. Most likely, I
won't be there to perform the rite. My plans for a willow bark lodge and being
the leader of our society of men can't happen after I've been Changed into a
tree. Running Wolf will have to take my place, when he's grown up.

     "Ah. There is something you can do with my butt."

     I peer at Swift-rabbit curiously.

     "It may sound silly but can you... Ah. Sit over me and empty your butt
into mine?"

     I'm surprised by what he's asked of me. Then I recall his secret desire of
having his butt raped by enemy warriors and filled with sperm. To fuck him
would be a painful act. I stare at Swift-rabbit to read his face. He lowers his
eyes in embarrassment. He thinks I won't do it.

     "My uncle is probably returning soon. Forget what I've asked."

     I step around the horses to check out the river. There's no sign of the
men's return so I hurry back to Swift-rabbit. He's clutching his breechclout
flaps and preparing to don them.

     "Drop those to the ground so you can lay over them," I ask. Swift-rabbit
stares at my butt. An idea comes to me of how to make a ritual out of his
request. "I am holding sperm from a strong man mingled with your own." My left
hand clutches my butt. "Kneel behind me, Swift Rabbit. Coax what is in me to be
given to your butt."

     I turn from the boy. He comes to me and dropping to his knees, grasps my
waist with his face pressed against my cheeks. A kiss is planted over my butt.
I softly moan. His mouth roams across both my humps. I'm feeling his hot
breath. Such lust in him! My legs spread. The youth presses his nose into my
crack and I hear him breathe in deeply.

     "Now lay down." Swift-rabbit lowers himself to the ground on his belly.
His breechclout flaps are under his dick. I squat over the boy's legs with my
hands going to his pale butt. It's nicely muscled. My mouth drops to his cheeks
with kisses and small bites. I'm tempted to Connect our feelings but fear that
a Sharing between us could go wrong. Smiles A Lot is too recent a loss for me.
I don't want to use this boy as a substitute for my lover again.

     Swift-rabbit is moaning. With a suggestive pulling over his legs, he
spreads them over the ground to open his butt. I peer in for his hole. This boy
has a nice one, smooth and tight from being untried. A sharp thrill goes
through my cock. It erects quickly, urging me to stick in but I keep my lust in
check. Just barely.

     I scoot forward until I'm sitting over Swift-rabbit. My hands grip his
arms and pin them against his sides. The muscles in them are tense. "My butt is
filled with male strength that can be passed into your butt. Do you want this?"

     "Yes," breathes Swift-rabbit.

     I reach under me to spread the boy's cheeks. An alignment is made between
our two holes, mine filled with lots of cum and his thirsting to have it. My
breaths tremble with excitement. With a gentle push, I empty my butt of sperm.
I'm relieved that nothing solid has come out. I scoot back over his legs and
look down. Thick white seed runs along the crack of his butt and down to his
balls. I gather some into my fingers and push into the boy's hole. His spincer
muscles resist my penetration.

     "Relax yourself." I Send soothing thoughts into Swift-rabbit and heighten
his excitement. My forefinger manages to slip in. What a tight asshole! More
gentle fingerings are made but I can't fill his butt with much cum. It oozes
out past my fingers. An idea comes to me. I direct my cock through his cheeks
and stick my knob in. A thrilling tightness clamps down on it. The boy gasps.

     After withdrawing, I gather more cum over his hole and stick my cock in
again. Not too deeply. The slippery sensation of pushing inside and feeling
Swift-rabbit's tightness gives me intense thrills. I'm tempted to lay over his
back to fuck him good.

     With much reluctance, I pull out. The remaining sperm pooled over his
balls is fingered to his hole. My cock is pushed inside it. A little further
this time to force the cum more deeply into his butt.

     "It doesn't hurt," whispers Swift-rabbit.

     I suck in a sharp breath. The end of my cock enjoys the boy's slimy warmth
and urges me to push in some more. I grasp his hips. My groin lowers to his
cheeks until they almost meet. Swift-rabbit gasps with pain. I'm slowly pulling
out of his asshole that clamps down around my cock, heightening my thrills to
the point where I'm about to cum!

     "Spill your loins in me," begs Swift-rabbit.

     I stick back inside. A few in and out stabs are given to his butt that
quickly brings me to climax. My cock shoots swift and strong. A breath comes
out of my mouth as a growl. Such sweet thrills!

     "I felt it!" says Swift-rabbit.

     Breaths race through my mouth. I'm feeling my male relief. I look down at
the boy's pale butt. Half of my cock is stuck through it, throbbing after
climax. I realize with pride that I have fucked him.

     "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."

     A smile comes to my lips. This boy didn't feel my full might! If I had
laid over his back with my cock buried in his ass, he wouldn't be saying that.

     "Did you shoot a lot in me, Willow Bird?"

     I pull Swift-rabbit's pale cheeks together to keep my cock buried in him.
"You have a full butt. With what came from mine, Thump's cum and yours added to
what I just squirted in you..."

     "If you pull out, is my butt going to gush?"

     A laugh comes out of me. "Like a dropped water skin!" My outburst has
spooked one of the horses, a brown mare. She stomps her feet. The other horses
turn their heads around to look for danger. They whinny nervously.

     Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone. The man steps into view.
Relief fills me that it's Thump. I make a quick gesture with my hands asking if
the other men are making their way across the river.

     'No one else comes,' answers Thump. 'You been busy during my absence.'

     I nod my head and grin. Swift-rabbit notices that we aren't alone. He
turns his head in alarm but relaxes when seeing that it's only Thump. "He has
come back alone," I assure the boy.

     My cock slowly pulls out. Swift-rabbit's butt doesn't gush as we were
expecting it to. The cum must be very deep in his butt.

     Thump kneels down at our side. He's pulling over his hard cock, proving
that he must have been watching us for a while. Swift-rabbit has turned his
head back at the man and sees what he's doing. I Sense the boy's longing to get
raped by him.

     I eye the man's big cock. His rosy knob pops in and out of his foreskin
from his handling. What a mighty shaft! If it were buried in Swift-rabbit, his
reach would be very deep in that boy's ass but likely hurt him bad.

     Thump drops his left hand from himself. He rises on his knees to show off
his might to Swift-rabbit. His cock sticks out between his thighs, curving
upwards. The boy's eyes widen. To my surprise, he faces away and rests his head
over his crossed arms. He sticks his butt up suggestingly.

     I move away to give my place to Thump. He is quick to squat over the boy's
legs. I'm in awe of his cock that's standing along his groin, nearly to his
navel! The man looks at me as if asking if he can stick in the boy. I keep my
face plain of emotion. Let him figure it out!

     Swift-rabbit doesn't move. He almost appears to be sleeping, oblivious to
the danger of being raped. But I suspect that's what the boy wants.

     Thump's strong hands lower to the boy's pale cheeks, pulling them apart.
Cum oozes from Swift-rabbit's hole. The man peers at me. I nod my head for him
to do the boy.

     Thump releases a trembling breath. He lifts his butt in the air, angling
his cock down to slip between Swift-rabbit's cheeks. His rosy knob presses on
the boy's hole. Goes in! With a steady fluid motion, their unmatched bodies
come together, dark on light. It does appear that the boy is going to get raped
by a lusting enemy warrior as he's fantasized.

     Swift-rabbit groans out in pain. Thump pauses from fucking him. His hands
go to the boy's shoulders with a massage, trying to relax him. I can imagine
the youth's pain from fitting that man's all in his butt.

     The boy turns to me with fierce eyes. Only his gritting teeth reveals that
he's in pain. Yet he wants this man sticking in him to act out his fantasy. An
idea comes to me.

     "Don't be gentle, Thump. He knew what would happen if an enemy warrior
caught him!" Swift-rabbit sticks his butt up to confirm what I've said. The man
reaches around his captured boy to hold his arms to the ground.

     I watch Thump's butt begin to hump. A muscular tightening to his cheeks
when he savagely stabs the boy who growls in his throat. A sly smiles comes to
my lips. Swift-rabbit is getting his wish.

     My hand reaches over to the man's wet cheeks. They feel cold and clammy
from his swim across the river. Swift-rabbit's body is hot beneath him.

     A Connection is made between us. I Sense Thump's lust to conquer this boy
with a proud display of his manhood. His cock enjoys slipping through the tight
asshole. It's very slippery from having cum in it already though he doesn't
know about my sperm passing rite we had performed. This man will gladly fill
the boy's butt with more.

     Swift-rabbit lifts his head and groans. Thump presses his face into the
boy's neck, kissing him lustfully. His large body covers all of the youth. A
dark flexing back that demonstrates this man's strength for the task. My eyes
roam down to the man's butt. It's a sexy humping. A steady up and down motion
as I imagine his cock stabbing deeper through that tight ass. He's moaning.

     Did the man reach climax? I felt his sharp thrills but he continues to
fuck the boy hard. A concern comes to me. I get to my feet and look past the
horses for signs of Swift-as-an-elk and his men. They haven't returned yet.

     I look down at myself. My cock stands along my belly from my excitement at
watching their brutal mating. Thump steadily plows into the boy beneath him in
a powerful display of manly lust. His muscled ass humps. Dark legs against pale
legs, they surge like dipping canoe paddles. Swift-rabbit often groans out.
He's submitting to his rape to prove that he can be strong.

     I return to their side. My hand grasps the man's flexing ass, in awe of
its powerful fucking motion that steadily increases when he nears climax. Thump
is feeling very intense. He pauses for a moment. Swift-rabbit releases a sigh
of relief but gasps sharply when the man resumes his stabs. Through our
Connection, I sense the boy's pain but he's also feeling very intense deep
inside his butt when the man's cock presses against his squaw spot. He's not
sure what to make of that strange sensation. It's a pain/tickle I have felt
when a man fucks me good.

     Thump is enjoying his boy. He nearly reaches explosion but stops himself
by resting again. That gives Swift-rabbit a chance to catch his breath. He's
being crushed by the man over his back. Arms are pinned to the ground with no
chance to escape his rape. Nor does he want to. The boy proves that he can
control his pain but if this were an enemy warrior on top of him, would he be
able to control his fear?

     During another resting moment, Swift-rabbit shows his impatience. He
lifts his butt to force Thump's stabs in him. The man doesn't give in to the
temptation of ending their mating so soon. He relaxes over the boy's back and
lets him do all the work.

     A sly smile comes to my lips. I notice my hand around my cock making slow
thrilling pulls over its foreskin. Thump is right. Fucking feels better than to
spill my loins in hand. Watching them doing it is almost as good!

     Thump continues to rest. Swift-rabbit's smaller body strains under the
huge man. His pale ass lifts a few more times but he quickly tires.

     "Finish it!" the boy begs. "Your cock has nearly split me in two. If my
uncle were to catch you doing me, he'd split your skull with his tomahawk!"

     A hoarse laugh comes out of Thump. His butt humps wildly as he drives his
manhood down into the boy. Swift-rabbit cries out in pain. The man ignores it
when he fucks him even harder. I become concerned. He could injure the youth
from his savageness.

     Swift-rabbit wails in beat to the man's swift stabs: "Ahh... ahh... ahh."
Then I hear him begging Thump to stop! but his urgent plea falls on deaf ears.
I'm about to push the man off the boy when I hear him growl out like a bear.
His cock gushes strongly. I Sense his sharp climax but it is short lived.

     I rush to my feet and step over Thump's legs, setting myself down over his
sweaty butt. It's still humping. From our Connection, I feel their sexual
relief while my cock urges me to come out!

     I lower myself over Thump's heated back. My hands reach up for his broad
shoulders. Rubbing my cock along the crack of this man's butt, I prevent it
from slipping inside. He doesn't want to get raped. Swift-rabbit gasps for
breath. He's enduring the weight of two horny men on top of him.

     My breaths blow against Thump's right ear. I'm enjoying his big body. The
front of my body slides over his long back, a reversal to when he'd let me
spend myself in his arms earlier. I'm getting close to explosion. My cock rubs
through the middle of his tight cheeks, sometimes bending down to reach his
hole. The man flinches.

     My cock is being clamped by Thump's tight cheeks. I stab deep and feel his
asshole against my knob. My sperm is rising in me! I make a few more savage
thrusts and cum. I'm rewarded with sharp thrills.

     My breath blows out of me as a low moan. I don't rest for long, pulling
back from Thump's wet butt to stand over him with glazed eyes. I look towards
the river. To my relief, the men aren't seen crossing it yet.

     I kneel close to Swift-rabbit to look at his face. It's filled with an
intense expression - a mixture of pain, relief and utter satisfaction. I nod
my head with understanding.

     "You've endured it well, Swift-rabbit." The boy gives me a weak grin.

     Thump lifts himself from the youth's back to a squatting position. He
withdraws his wet cock, the end of it is darkly stained. The man looks down at
himself with a grin. There's such a look of male relief in his eyes. Much pride.

     Cum drips down from the man's butt. My stabs weren't deep enough to fill
his asshole though it felt like I had. Pride fills me as well. I've enjoyed
squirting through this man's cheeks but he's conquered the boy's completely.

     I tilt my head toward the river in a gesture for Thump to clean up. He gets
to his feet. Sweat streaks down his chest but what catches my eye is his cock.
Its knob has withdrawn into the foreskin but the man still bears an erection.
My butt tingles with sweet expectation.

     I rush to my feet and back onto the man, my hand slipping his hard cock
in me. Swift-rabbit turns over the ground. He looks up at us with a sly grin.

     I groan with pain when our bodies come together. Thump's shaft feels very
hot inside my ass. He doesn't begin his thrusts. I reach down for the man's
hands and place them on my hips. He pushes on my back instead.

     We turn to face each other. I see exhaustion on Thump's face and realize
that he's too spent.

     "I wore thump out!" says Swift-rabbit.

     Thump glares at the boy and raises his hands for gesturing. 'I came out
twice in you,' he explains. 'If you let me rest, I could do both of you.'

     I laugh. "We've already risked much. The men should be returning soon."

     Thump shakes his head. 'Swift-as-an-elk has gone with his men to one of
our camp sites. That is why he sent me back. It could be a while before they
return.' A sly smiles crosses his lips.

     I notice the man's eyes on me, something secret that he doesn't want the
boy to know so I reach out to grasp his arm. Our thoughts Connect.

     'What is it, Thump?' I Send.

     'Swift-rabbit's uncle was concerned with leaving you alone with the boy.'

     'Did he tell you that?'

     'No. But I felt it. He was relieved when I offered to cross back over the
river to tell you of his delay.'

     'And you ended up raping his nephew!'

     Thump laughs. 'How do you manage to find cute boys to fuck?' he asks.

     I shrug my shoulders. Swift-rabbit's groan catches my attention. He has
gotten to his feet, shakily, and clutches his butt with much pain in his eyes.
'Can you take him to the river? The cold water will help soothe his aching.'

     Thump goes to the boy as I've asked. Swift-rabbit accepts the man's help
by clutching him, a slow limping walk towards the river. I watch two pairs of
butts going off into the distance. I reach back for mine, disappointed that the
man's loins hadn't any sperm left to offer me. That boy had stolen it all.

     I search the ground for Swift-rabbit's breechclout flaps he'd been laying
over. There's a wet spot on them. They're eagerly taken in hand and I press my
nose against it. Ah! The sharp smell of sperm. Thump's brutal fuck of the boy
must have made him come out. I lick the boy's cum into my mouth, enjoying its
salty male taste.

     After checking on the horses to see to their needs with watering and
making sure that their reins are secured to the bush, I make my way to the
river. Thump and Swift-rabbit are sitting in the water together. I look across
at the signal place. No more smoke and no sign of Swift-as-an-elk or his men. I
wonder how long we must wait before their return? We shouldn't leave the boy
alone with the horses but I need to get back to camp. Guilt fills me. I've not
visited with my shaman since returning yesterday evening. Is he recovering from
his head wound? My chief will want to question me. And then there's Smoke That
Doesn't Lie. He's come to my tribe to trade and to thank me for rescuing his
son from the woods. I've already spent half this day in pleasurable pursuits.

     My shoulders slump from the returning burdens to them. I'm not sure if my
tribe will accept my return. I had run away after attacking Iron Bow. He and
Catch-fish-with-arrows have likely spread rumors about Smiles A Lot and me,
words going around camp that will make me look bad. I've brought back men from
the Moss-bowl Tribe to stand with us when war comes. That's a good thing.

     Thump and Swift-rabbit are talking together in the shallows. They don't
notice my approach. I see the boy's right arm around the man's neck and he's
laughing, a longing in his eyes that touches my heart. I decide not disturbing
them by bathing upstream.

     Mud is taken from the river bottom. I wash my sweaty body while my eyes
often peer at the couple. Thump has his back to me. Swift-rabbit can see me but
he doesn't even offer me a hand wave.

     I keep an eye on the far bank for the men's return. Above me, Father Sun
is starting to make His way down from the height in His sky. We really need to
be returning to camp. So much for me to do! There are things that I am not
looking forward to but I've come to accept my responsibilities. Our Father has
given me Thump to help me face the trying days ahead.

     I hear my name being called. Thump is standing in the water, waving to me
with Swift-rabbit in his right arm. I stride towards them. The man's face is
bright and cheery with love eyes if ever I saw them. The boy's, too.

     'The cold water has soothed his pain,' Thump gestures. He gives the boy a
sly grin, his right hand dropping to pat the youth's butt.

     Swift-rabbit peers at me with shy eyes. "I am glad. For both of you."

     Thump was about to gesture something but he lowers his left hand. We climb
up the bank together. Swift-rabbit streaks towards the horses and takes up his
breechclout, donning it.

     'I think the boy has taken a liking to me, Willow Bird.'

     I peer down at the man's cock, giving him my head nod. Thump looks back
across the river. He then taps on my arm and I glance behind me to see men on
the far bank. Ah. That explains why Swift-rabbit ran to cover himself.

     'We should not be here when Swift-as-an-elk returns,' I Send.

     'Why?'

     I give Thump images of his love eyes for Swift-rabbit that might be noticed
by the boy's uncle.

     'I can hide my feelings,' Thinks Thump.

     'But what about Swift-rabbit? He is new to love and that can be difficult
to hide from others. Especially if you are near. We should return to camp. Now.'
Anguish fills the man's heart. He had wanted more time to be with his boy but
accepts my advice.

     Thump is nearly running to the horses. Swift-rabbit greets him, the bright
smile on his face fading by what he sees on the man's face.

     'Willow Bird and I should leave before your tribesmen reach this side of
the river,' Thump gestures.

     I'm given angry eyes from Swift-rabbit. Oh, he doesn't understand. I
glance back at the river and feel pressed for time so I make a Connection with
the boy to share our thoughts.

     'I am happy for the both of you. But your uncle already suspects what I am
and if he were to see your bright eyes for Thump...'

     "You speak in my head?!" the boy gasps.

     'Yes. Another gift from our Father. Do not tell your uncle about my shaman
abilities and say even less about Thump least he suspect what's in your heart.'

     "Ah, Willow Bird. Can I make a visit to your tribe before next summer?"

     I catch the real meaning behind the boy's request. 'If your uncle permits
it. Thump is my Protector and he'll be my shadow wherever I go. You can come
see him. Wait until the next full moon! War is soon to cover my People like a
storm cloud.'

     "I want to help defend your tribe! To prove myself in battle so my uncle
will see the bravery in my heart. I may even earn the right to wear an eagle's
feather in my hair!"

     'Or you could be killed,' I Send.

     "I should have been named a brave this summer," complains Swift-rabbit.
"Then I wouldn't have to ask permission to go where I wish."

     'Your uncle is war leader of your tribe. And he's acting as your monedo so
don't dishonor him by going against his wishes. There may be other reasons why
your naming rite was delayed. It would be irresponsible of you to run away.'
The boy's shoulders slump. Thump knows something of what we've been discussing
from hearing Swift-rabbit's spoken words and reading the emotions on his face.

     I look towards the river. Horses block my view so I don't know if they've
reached our side of the river yet. Swift-rabbit rushes to embrace Thump. I
watch their tender moment of parting, an aching coming to my heart since I no
longer have a lover of my own to hug.

     Thump slowly parts from his boy. Longing fills their eyes that tears at my
heart. I grab the man's arm and rush us towards the woods. He turns to raise
his right hand to Swift-rabbit in farewell. I make my Connection to the trees
and they Take us back to my tribe.

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