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 SHAMAN-WILLOW-BIRD-7                           "Shaman Willow Bird" series
 Shaman Willow Bird (part 7)                    Copyright 2001 by Vince Water
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     "Where have you been?" asks Oaken Strength with anger in his voice.

     "Out riding towards the river's bend with Smiles A Lot. We, ah... took
longer to return than I expected." I'm bursting to tell my war leader
everything that's happened to us but his smoldering eyes are making me angry.
Who is he to question how I've been spending the day with my lover?

     Oaken Strength turns away, noticing my right hand that's firmly clasping
my lover's. Smiles A Lot tries pulling away but I keep him close at my side.
In defiance.

     We're rushed past the tipis to the shaman's lodge. Catch-fish-with-arrows
stands guard by the door and he doesn't look happy.

     "I see that you've returned with your hair intact, Willow Bird. Most of
it, anyway."

     I don't bother to answer the brave's ill remark. Oaken Strength slips
into the lodge with us following on his heels. There's a fire going. That lets
me see the warrior attending to our shaman. It's Iron Bow. He looks tired. I'm
surprised that he's still here after we left him in charge from this afternoon.

     Before I can offer Iron Bow my apology, the warrior gets to his feet and
leaves. Only his slight head nod to Oaken Strength acknowledges our arrival
into the lodge.

     Smiles A Lot rushes to our shaman. I fall to my knees before the fire, my
hands reaching out for its warmth. Oh. I'm feeling so tired! Oaken Strength
kneels at my side. His head turns to me with seeking eyes.

     "Was it a good outing?" asks the war leader.

     I release a sigh of relief. Oaken Strength's voice was gentle, no trace
of malice or anger was heard in his question upon me. I turn to him. My mouth
opens to spill out what this day had brought.

     "We were attacked by five Tagalou warriors. Smiles A Lot was nearly
scalped! But I convinced them that I was from the Kalinlepi and we smoked from
my pipe and talked. Smoke That Doesn't Lie was looking for his son who had
crossed over the river to visit with our tribe. He's in love with Rain Dancer.
That boy was lost in these woods since yesterday, attacked by evil trees that
can move! but I rescued him. That Tagalou war leader will be coming to trade
with us in a few days."

     "Wait, Willow Bird! Slow down. Start at the beginning and tell me
everything that's happened."

     I gulp in a breath of air. Smiles A Lot comes to my side, glancing at
Oaken Strength while he prepares some venison soup. I give my lover a fond
grin to assure him that everything is well. He smiles back at me. My love for
this boy lifts my heart! I turn to the war leader, offering him my right hand
so that I can give him this day's events more easily. His eyes widen. He knows
what I'm asking him to do.

     Oaken Strength clasps my hand. I open my mind to him and Show this man
what has happened to us in the woods, skipping the part of Thump's lusty scene
with my lover and myself. I also don't reveal the details of how I rescued
Squirrel Tail with the use of my powers.

     Oaken Strength's face loses its guarded mask, revealing a play of
emotions from anger, fear, concern to awe. The man's eyes take on a distant
look. I wait for him to sort through everything he's been Shown.

     'The trees of this forest can move?' asks Oaken Strength, stunned.

     'Yes. Most stand guard over our tribe and will protect us from our
enemies when I call upon them but there's an evil place in these woods. Warn
our People about this! And I also ask that if trees must be cut down that the
rites of placation be performed to honor their sacrifice.'

     'You are proving to be a wonder, Willow Bird. But tell me. How did you
rescue that boy from those evil trees?'

     My eyes lower from Oaken Strength's but his hand firmly grips mine,
forcing me to answer him. It's with much reluctance that I Show this man how I
had Changed into a bird to fly to Squirrel Tail. How I used the sunbeam of my
being to stop the advancing hickory tree. The war leader's eyes widen with
surprise. I sense doubt in him.

     'You have Shown me things that I wouldn't have believed if you'd spoken
them, Willow Bird but I sense that Mind Speaking prevents one from lying.'

     'That is so.' I'm hoping that my war leader won't press me to reveal
things about Thump. Suspicions about this man are sensed in him. I'm prepared
to break our connection if he should ask me about my new Mahyee-na brother.

     Oaken Strength's hand pulls from mine. He turns to watch Smiles A Lot
lifting the pot of boiling soup from the tripod. My lover notices our eyes on
him. He gives us his usual smile. I'm struck by something. It has taken me
longer than I expected to Send my account of this day's events to this warrior.
Even at the speed of thought.

     "People from the Wandering Bands of Tagalou haven't visited our tribe for
several summers," muses Oaken Strength. "Our last camp on the river was far
from where they roam the plains to hunt buffalo. We're closer to them now."

     "Smiles A Lot and I had seen their watch tower across the river. Did you
know that they can talk to each other by using smoke?"

     "Yes. I've seen it done. The Tagalou use a blanket to break columns of
black smoke into small or large puffs. Those are words. That's how they can
talk with each other over great distances."

     I nod my head. "When they come to visit, we must warn them about the
Spear-bearing Tribe. Their intent to war with us. I hope that all the Wandering
bands of Tagalou will ally themselves with our People."

     Oaken Strength's eyes shine. "They are bitter enemies with the Spear-
bearing People and other Plains Tribes. I'm sure they will listen to our
proposal for an alliance. At the very least, their scouts will warn us if
enemy warriors are coming."

     I notice the pride in my war leader's eyes for me. My words were well
spoken. I'm trying to act like a shaman of our People.

     "I will go and speak with our chief. Stay with our shaman and guard over
Smiles A Lot."

     Oaken Strength gets to his feet. He makes a hasty retreat from the lodge,
leaving me feeling a bit disturbed by his last words. My stomach rumbles with
hunger. I search for a bowl and offer it to my lover to fill for me. He smiles.
I'm blowing over the soup until it's cool enough to drink. Smiles A Lot takes
a bowl to the shaman.

     I stare into the dancing flames. Not to hear their whisperings but to
simply let my mind wander. A careful sip is taken from my bowl. And another. I
drink the soup and feel strength returning to me. My thoughts are in turmoil.

     How much will Oaken Strength reveal to our chief? Probably everything. I
feel much pride in my accomplishments. The war leader's awe for me was very
sweet but I'm also feeling regret. He has learned what I can do. My frightening
powers. Will he come to fear me as Smiles A Lot has warned?

     I'm interrupted from my musings by the shaman's groan of pain. I glance
over my shoulder at them. Smiles A Lot is stirring his finger in a wooden mug,
making me realize that he's giving the old man a drought of willow's bark for
his pain. That will help the shaman sleep.

     I'm missing the presence of my lover so I get to my feet and join him. An
old bandage is lying beside the shaman. To my relief, I don't see it stained
with blood. Smiles A Lot gives me a weary grin. I reach over the old man's
chest to grip the boy's hand.

     'He is doing much better?' I ask.

     'Yes. His head wound has finally closed. We'll know in less than a moon's
time if he will walk again.'

     'You are worried about his weakness to the right side of his body.'

     'It was a serious blow to his head,' answers Smiles A Lot. 'Your shaman
is old. His recovery will be long and still he may not be able to fully use
his right arm and leg.'

     'Perhaps I should try Healing him.' I realize that doing so would put my
lover in jeopardy since his usefulness to our tribe would end. The Split Tribe
would then demand to have him back.

     'That can wait, love. Your shaman is not at risk and he may be able to
heal on his own. You need more training to effectively use your gift. I'll
teach you. When we know for sure, you can attempt Healing him.'

     'You are wise, my love. I wish that I could be more like you! To know
when to do the right things in a situation, how you can enter a calm meditative
state when performing shaman rites. I have only been able to Heal when I'm
connected to you. Mine is the gift but you have the knowledge for its effective
use. Why weren't you chosen to have these powers?'

     Smiles A Lot peers into my eyes. His fingers tighten around my hand but
nothing is Sent me in reply. I feel that my question upon him was wrong. That
I should know that answer myself already.

     We rise from the ground together and go to the blazing fire centered in
the lodge. Sit, hands holding. Smiles A Lot snuggles against my left shoulder.
I reach around to hold his waist. My lover's left hand squeezes my right hand
and his thoughts fill my head.

     'You are my first lover, Willow Bird. I've given myself to others but no
man ever wanted to take my heart. None of the braves or warriors of my tribe
proved to be man/lovers. They gladly performed those acts with their dicks for
male relief. I couldn't understand why no one wanted me for who I am. My shaman
had seen how lonely I was. It was he who had sent me to you last summer to
pass my ring of protection onto you and when I first laid eyes on you, I knew.'

     'Knew what? Oh. That you loved me?'

     'The hope that you could love me, Willow Bird. I saw your shy spirit when
we stood in the clearing of your dead. Performed the passing rite. Coyote Thief
warned me that Big Horn's heart was yours already even though he had bound
himself to my father. He knew that by winter, his time on our Mother would
come to end and free Big Horn to love you. Often, I thought about what could
have been for us after returning to my tribe. My shaman asked me to be patient.
He'd Seen that we would be together but only after you learned how to love from
your monedo.'

     'Big Horn had to die before you could take my heart.'

     'Just as my father's death freed your monedo to love you.'

     I peer into Smiles A Lot's eyes. 'Are you going to die too so that I can
love yet another, and another?'

     'I don't want to die! I've only just blossomed because of your love and
I want to live a long happy life with you. But you do love another. That boy.'

     I glimpse an image of a smiling Crying Loon in my lover's head. He feels
a little jealous of this boy. 'Yes. I love that youth but his feelings for me
are not mature. Not how Big Horn had loved me. Or you.'

     'But you're attracted to this boy and have shown him all the love acts of
the Mahyee-na. I confess my own desire to hold him in my arms! He will grow
up, Willow Bird. If Crying Loon proves to be a man/lover when initiated a
brave, he too can fully express his love for you as a man.'

     'I am not ever going to push you away to have him!'

     'I know that, love. But you need to sort through your feelings and find
places in your heart for both of us. If the boy is willing, join him into our
hair love/embrace rite as a third. When he's older. That way, we won't draw
the wrath of his parents that would risk your standing in this tribe as leader
of the Mahyee-na.'

     I release a sigh of relief. It's good to have Smiles A Lot's understanding
for how I can love others at the same time. It does make for a crowded heart!

     There's talking outside the lodge door. I recognize the brave's voice
when he talks to another man. Ah. It's As-a-crow. My lover pulls his hand
back, fearing that someone will be entering the lodge. We wait for many heart
beats. The door flap isn't pushed aside. I offer my right hand to Smiles A Lot
and with an embarrassed shrugging of his shoulders, he takes it.

     'That young brave doesn't like me much.'

     'Who? Catch-fish-with-arrows?' I ask.

     'Yes. His angry eyes are often burning me. I fear what he may try to do
if I were ever left alone.'

     'My war leader has told all our men that you are not to be harmed. This
order comes from my chief! They know your value to us, for healing our shaman
and my need for instruction. I'm hoping that our People will come to accept
you and you'll be named a brave of the Kalinlepi. That way, the Split Tribe
couldn't take you back least risk the peace between our tribes.'

     'I hope that you are right, love.'

     My head nod tries assuring this troubled boy. For all his wisdom and
shaman abilities, he can sometimes act like the fourteen-year-old that he is.
Ah. But that's what I love about him!

     Smiles A Lot sighs. He buries his face into my neck and stops thinking to
me. I press my nose into his short hair. Breathe the boy in. He smells of fire
smoke and sweat. 'My love, will you allow your hair to grow long like the men
of our tribe?'

     'If that pleases you.'

     'My People would see that as a sign of your willingness to be Kalinlepi.
You've already tossed your moccasins away.'

     'They were taken from me by the Split Tribe. My feet have been sore ever
since! But I will keep them bared as your People do. Anything for you!'

     I feel tears in my eyes from feeling this boy's utter devotion for me.
He loves me much more than the pleasurable joining of our bodies. I think
that's mainly what Crying Loon feels for me. That boy needs to grow up and
learn how to love with his heart and his spirit as Smiles A Lot does. Even I
need to learn this.

     'Yes, love. You have some more growing up to do. That's what Thump was
trying to explain to you in the woods.'

     I'm always forgetting to guard my thoughts when connected! But I don't
need to be careful when I'm with this dear person. Smiles A Lot knows me.
Probably better than I even know myself. He'll teach me how to use my gifts
but too, I'll learn how to become a man and a proper lover.

     'That's the joy of having a young lover. I'm older than my years because
of my shaman's training. I'll teach you how to be a man and if Crying Loon is
willing, we'll guide him down the path of the Mahyee-na.'

     I glimpse something hidden in my lover's head. A lustful feeling. It's a
source of embarrassment for him when we're speaking about heart love and being
good human beings. Seeking bodily pleasure isn't shameful.

     'I am not shamed by my lust,' defends Smiles A Lot.

     'No. I sensed something in you that is also in me! Our desire to stick
into young boys with our dicks. I have done so before. It completes me as no
other act has, even with Big Horn or with you.'

     'I ah... know what you mean, Willow Bird. When with a man, I long to feel
his cock stabbing in my butt. I've not done that with anyone because there's
no desire in me to try. I think that my spirit is more like a woman's. To
allow myself to be taken for a man's pleasure.'

     'Would you want to stick in a boy's butt?' Smiles A Lot's head fills with
the image of Day Rabbit. How nice his butt looked and I feel his longing to
put his dick in that little boy.

     'No! I don't want to hurt anyone from my lust.'

     I form an image of Running Wolf in my head. How he let me fuck his little
butt and that power had flowed from me into that youth so that he'll become the
next leader of the Mahyee-na.

     'If a young boy is willing, would you?' I sense turmoil in my lover. His
lust to stick in Running Wolf is felt so I Share my joy of having filled that
youth with my sperm. Smiles A Lot breathes in sharply. I feel his swift male
response, not needing to grasp the front of his breechclout to know that he
has an erection. My front flap is also being pushed from my body like a tipi.

     'I have come to accept how my spirit longs to have little boys. Big Horn
was against this! He warned me to stay away from Song Bird, our chief's son or
any youths not of age to be initiated as braves. My monedo didn't want our
People to fear those of us who were Mahyee-na. That our society should only be
for men.'

     'My shaman initiated boys to test them,' thinks Smiles A Lot. 'I proved
to be a man/lover when Snarling Bear stuck in my butt and saw how I liked it.
He only took boys of around twelve years of age into his lodge for initiation.
Their bodies were nearing puberty and some could come out from their dicks so
his testing would better reveal their spirits than if he fucked little boys.'

     'Yes. Big Horn told me that boys often performed Mahyee-na acts with each
other but when becoming men, turned to their squaws. I agree that youths of
twelve or thirteen would know if they desire those of their sex or not. Crying
Loon has proved to be like us. He wants to get his butt fucked.'

     'Why then do you seek to stick into younger boys?'

     I breathe in deeply before answering even though my mouth won't be used.
'I just want to. It's the sweetest pleasure to join my body to a little boy
with my dick in him and filling his butt with my seed. Not to test his
willingness to be taken or to see if he could be a man/lover. Simply to make
love to his small body in such a way. Do you hate me for admitting this?'

     'No. You have discovered that my spirit is like yours, Willow Bird but I
fear the consequences of doing little boys.'

     I nod my head with understanding. My thoughts turn to Day Rabbit, how he
expects to meet with us tomorrow afternoon by the cat tails. I recall how nice
his small brown butt looked. That he snuck Smiles A Lot's sperm into his hole
when he thought we weren't looking. His secret desire fulfilled.

     'You lust to stick in him, love. But also think of what you risk by doing
that!' scolds Smiles A Lot.

     'I know. But Day Rabbit has revealed that he could be a man/lover.'

     'Even if that boy is like us, his body is too small. Raping his butt
would do more harm to his heart. Turning his trust into great shame for what
he is and fear towards us of the Mahyee-na.'

     'It is difficult to stop myself,' I explain. 'Especially when the boy
offers himself to my need to fill him.'

     'Day Rabbit did not. He told us that Crying Loon let himself get stuck
but the youth knew that his hole was too small. He's curious to feel sperm in
his butt and maybe hopes it will help his loins to mature by having it in him.
Do not rape that boy, love! Even if you think he may want you to.'

     'What of my love for Running Wolf?'

     'I don't know much about what's happened between the two of you. That boy
is a older than Day Rabbit. And he was given power from you that Tash-o-gwa
must have sensed, explaining why he needed to taint your offering by raping
him afterwards. Would his father approve of what you've done with his son?'

     I shake my head. 'No. Stands Tall already suspects our love. Yet he knows
that his son needs me, to see me when he's feeling scared so that I can draw
his fragile spirit out of hiding.'

     'Running Wolf has grown to trust you, love. You became friends after
rescuing him on the plains. That led to love. I know there's a special bond
between the two of you, a spiritual connection. The Trickster sensed this and
is why he kidnapped the boy with his intent to murder him. You must ever be
vigilant over this youth! He is vulnerable to evil until he reaches manhood.'

     I muse over my lover's worded thoughts. He is wise. I'm seeing how my
lust has put me at risk by loving young boys and how they could also get hurt.
I recall seeing fear in Sun Beam's eyes after squirting to his belly by Spirit
Lake. He seemed a willing Moss-bowl youth of eleven. I had held him in my arms
to rub our dicks together. He was thrilled by our love act but when I spermed,
he struggled out of my arms and ran away.

     'That boy didn't know you well enough, Willow Bird. He may not have seen
an excited man come out from his dick before. Have his belly covered by sperm.
You risked much for that brief moment of pleasure and were fortunate that he
didn't tell his father!'

     'Not all boys are scared to be loved! There was a youth of the Painted
People who gave himself to me. He is special, reminding me of your gentle
spirit. Sky Runner was a boy in front with his dick though his balls were
orb less from birth. He expressed his female self from behind much to my
satisfaction.' I Share my joy from having loved that boy with Smiles A Lot.

     'Sky Runner holds a sacred position amongst his People. I've heard about
him. You were befriended by this special boy and given male satisfaction in
his butt. That's expected of him. Not every cute boy you see will want to feel
your dick in him.'

     'I know that. You've given me much to think about, my love. I've come to
accept my lust for boys so now I'll try keeping that in check. It's a more
satisfying thing to win a youth's trust, his friendship and if that leads to
love between us then I would stick in his butt if he's willing.'

     'Good words, love. I hope that you'll remember them when next you see a
cute boy who causes your heart to beat like a war drum, your hard tom-tom
lusting to strike his butt.'

     'I will, Smiles A Lot.' I feel his head turning and lift so that we can
kiss. A nice joining between us. Our troubled thoughts fade away like smoke.
The fire crackles besides us, soothing our aching spirits. We have this moment
to be together. If only I could be with my lover like this in the eyes of my
tribe! To kiss between the tipis, smiles given us by an understanding People.
Ah, but no. I have much to do in the years ahead to change attitudes if that's
even possible. I will be my tribe's next shaman and leader of the Mahyee-na as
Snarling Bear was before me.

     'Be brave, Willow Bird! Seek out wisdom on the mountain when your heart
is torn almost unto death...'

     I hear my lover's startled gasp. 'Who was that?' I Send. Smiles A Lot
does not answer me. He's guarding his thoughts though I sense his fear. My boy
lowers his head to my breast. Crying on me. I hold him close until he recovers.

     I've heard that little voice before. It's the spirit of my silver ring.
The Trickster had stolen it so my body serves as his vessel. I sometimes hear
his advice. That's how I knew that Running Wolf was in danger.

     I wonder what that spirit is trying to tell me now?

     There's a disturbance outside the lodge door. A high-pitched wail is
followed by a woman's urgent voice calling out her name. I bid Morning Fog to
enter. Smiles A Lot springs to his feet when he sees the old woman carrying a
girl in her arms. It's Rain Dancer. Tears are running down the youth's face
and she's breathing hard, her gasps of pain sounding like low sobs.

     Smiles A Lot helps the old woman bring Rain Dancer to a ground mat near
the fire. I kneel beside Morning Fog. She looks past me, to where our shaman
is sleeping in a corner of the lodge.

     "Willow Bird, can you wake our shaman? Rain Dancer has gone and broken
her foot!"

     I take hold of the old woman's arm. "Our shaman is sleeping. He is still
not well enough to tend to the injured, I'm afraid."

     "Eh? What news is this?" asks Morning Fog in her cracked voice.

     I lower my eyes from the woman's. Everyone knows that Morning Fog often
acts confused and she forgets things. Otherwise, she would have remembered
that our shaman is recovering from his head wound.

     "We can help Rain Dancer." The old woman clucks with disappointment but
she loosens her arms from the girl so that Smiles A Lot can examine her.
There's obviously something wrong with her left foot. It's twisted in an odd
position and swelling can be seen around her ankle.

     'What happened?' gestures Smiles A Lot.

     Morning Fog was not expecting to be signed. She glares at Smiles A Lot
and tells him how Rain Dancer had hurt herself. I gesture her words so that
my lover will understand.

     "Rain Dancer was climbing in a tree with the other boys when she fell,"
explains Morning Fog. "I had to carry her from the woods and bring her here."

     Smiles A Lot shows worry in his eyes for the girl. I also realize that a
broken foot is serious and if not healed properly, could prevent her from
walking. Morning Fog gets stiffly to her feet. She heads for the door.

     "Do what you can for the girl," she mutters. "I thought this was where
our shaman could be found... Maybe he's out somewhere. I'll try to find him."

     I watch the old woman stagger out the door. As-a-crow sticks his head
into the lodge a moment before returning to guard its entrance.

     'Where is she going?' signs Smiles A Lot.

     I give him the gesture for 'sun headed' to explain the woman's strange
behavior. Smiles A Lot nods. He peers into the girl's face with compassion,
his hands slowly working up her body to check for any other injuries. Rain
Dancer cries out when he touches her right side.

     'Help me remove the girl's dress,' gestures Smiles A Lot.

     I'm uncomfortable that none of the girl's family are here. Her mother
should have stayed but she's confused, wandering about camp looking for the
shaman when he's lying in the corner sleeping. Rain Dancer's father is long
dead. Spring-flowers-in-her-hair is her only other surviving kin, an older
sister who's married to warrior Holds Reins. I hope that Morning Fog has let
them know that the girl has hurt herself and is in our care.

     With reluctance, I grab hold of Rain Dancer's dress from the bottom and
carefully lift it up her legs. Smiles A Lot is supporting the girl's left
foot with both hands. When I pull the dress to her waist, it catches on her
butt. Even with all the side thongs loosened, I'm forced to tug.

     Rain Dancer continues to cry though she no longer sobs. I try calming
her with soothing words. With my hand under butt, I manage to pull the girl's
dress up her back and when reaching her shoulders, it comes free from her
head. Smiles A Lot gestures to have it. He rolls the dress into a ball,
placing it beneath her broken foot to support it.

     We both peer down at the girl's right side. I find an angry swelling
below her armpit. A tree limb must have caught her when she fell. The skin is
badly bruised and broken, crusted with dried blood. Smiles A Lot gets to his
feet to fetch the shaman's healing pouch.

     "Is my foot... badly injured?" asks Rain Dancer between pained breaths.

     I slowly nod my head. "It can be mended. Smiles A Lot has been trained as
a shaman. You're young and strong so you'll be climbing trees again with the
boys by winter." Rain Dancer grimaces. She realizes that a bone break can take
many moons to heal.

     Smiles A Lot returns with the pouch. He also has a pestle and a small
wooden bowl. Into this, he crumbles some dried herbs. Water is added to form a
paste. I clean the wound with my cup hands filled with water, trying to be
gentle. The girl puts on a brave face.

     I'm struck by how much Rain Dancer looks like a boy. Her face isn't
pretty like a girl and she's often playing rough with the boys. That's what
gets her into trouble. I'm sure that it was her fault for nearly getting
Squirrel Tail drowned in the river.

     The girl's hair flows down freely past her shoulders like a boy's. Only
women who are at that age to marry tie is back. She has strong arms. Her brown
nipples stick out from her breast. I could almost imagine that Rain Dancer is
a boy without her dress on.

     I feel my attraction for this youth. My eyes roam down her flat chest to
her belly heaving with breaths. I dare to look lower. Where I was expecting a
boy's pole and balls, there's only an opening. Smooth and without groin hair.

     A fond memory returns to me of how this girl had managed to take my cock
into her after Crying Loon performed as a man. It had been an unexpected joy
for me. I feel no lust for a woman's hairy opening but this is a young girl of
eleven. Perhaps that's why I accepted her need for my manly embrace.

     I'm taken from my thoughts when Rain Dancer's hand clasps mine, a tight
hold that reveals the pain she's suffering. I give the girl a fond smile. She
is dear to me in a way that's hard to describe. More than our brief tryst in
the woods but something deeper.

     Smiles A Lot gathers up the healing paste from his bowl and applies it
over the girl's right side. I notice its strong odor. Almost immediately, Rain
Dancer's trembling body begins to relax. Her hand is not as tight around mine.

     When the young shaman finishes, his eyes peer down at the girl's left
foot. We both realize that it won't be as easy to tend to. The bone will
likely have to be set, causing Rain Dancer much pain. It must be done properly
or the girl will not be able to walk normally again.

     An idea comes to me. I reach out to Smiles A Lot's arm with my free hand
to Send him my thoughts. 'Perhaps I could Heal her wounds.'

     Smiles A Lot answers, 'A bone break is most difficult to work with for a
good result. You need training.'

     I peer down at the girl's right side. 'What about her other injury?'

     Smiles A Lot shakes his head. 'It isn't serious, Willow Bird.'

     'I know that. Could you help me practice Healing?' Smiles A Lot considers
what I've asked and gives me his approval. He moves to the other side of the
girl after securing her injured foot with the dress.

     Our hands clasp over Rain Dancer's chest. 'What do I do?'

     'Center yourself, Willow Bird.' Smiles A Lot lifts his buffalo scrotum
rattle in his right hand and begins shaking it.

     My lover's thoughts becoming distant. I close my eyes, concentrating on
the boy's rhythmic beat. My breaths slowly fill my lungs and are gently
released. All thoughts of what I'm going to attempt are put aside.

     Rain Dancer breaks my concentration when she moans with pain. I close my
eyes, returning to myself with my lover's help. His mind is like a pool of
still water compared to my angry river's churning. I wish that I could enter
his meditative state. He's told me that it had taken him years to learn under
Snarling Bear's guidance. I've only been trying for a few days.

     I angrily put an end to my thoughts. I listen to the young shaman's
rattling: shake, shake. Shake, shake. My breaths slow. Shake, shake. The river
of my being flows more gently. Steadily. I don't concern myself with where I'm
flowing to, only that I am. Shake, shake.

     My hands are lowered. A warmth. I'm directed to See below my palms for
anything that doesn't feel right. Pain leads me to the injury. I sense the
broken skin, bruised muscles and harsh blood flow. The girl's heart beat
matches Smiles A Lot's rattling: shake, shake.

     'Share in her pain, love. Let a part of your being join with hers to do
what you think needs to be done.'

     I feel the strength of my spirit flowing down my arms, into my hands and
filling the girl. My Light beam is cast over her body. Smiles A Lot helps keep
me from burning her skin from the sun of my being. I become a gentle summer's
day. Energy flows. Joy fills me to be Healing.

     'Awaken, Willow Bird.'

     I feel a strong grip over my right arm, shaking me. My eyes slowly open.
In the dancing firelight, Smiles A Lot gives me a grin.

     'You did well. Rain Dancer's side is much better.'

     I look down. The broken skin has closed and when I press fingers into the
girl's side, she doesn't flinch. My head feels a bit dizzy but I'm not tired.

     I peer into Rain Dancer's face. She's no longer crying and with eyes
closed, it almost seems like she's sleeping. I'm startled when she moans. My
eyes follow her right arm down her belly, its rhythmic flexing to where her
hand rests over her cunt. The girl is rubbing herself there. Smiles A Lot also
notices. His face reveals embarrassment.

     I stare at the girl masturbating herself. It's a thing I have never seen
before. A boy's pulling over his erection is a familiar act. I'm surprisingly
attracted by what Rain Dancer is performing and it causes my cock to get hard.

     I'm glad that my breechclout hides my excitement. Smiles A Lot wears only
deerskin flaps so I peer at the front of his body for any sign that he's also
excited. Nothing. The boy's face is flushed though.

     I give Smiles A Lot a sly grin. He smiles back. Rain Dancer moans louder,
sending tingles up and down my spine. I pour water over my hands to clean them
of healing paste. Smiles A Lot gestures for the water skin so that he too can
wash his hands.

     I'm startled when Rain Dancer grabs hold of my hand. Not to grip it as
before when she was in pain; she leads me down to her cunt. My hand replaces
hers there. I feel the girl's bodily warmth and her softness. My cock throbs
with excitement from touching her.

     Rain Dancer's hand covers mine. Her fingers tighten, guiding my palm's
rubbing against her cunt with a slow rhythm. The girl moans with pleasure. I'm
unable to take my eyes away from what I'm doing. I feel Smiles A Lot's stare.
Is he shocked, curious or even excited that I'm pleasuring the girl?

     Two of Rain Dancer's fingers push on my middle finger, coaxing me to
penetrate her cunt. I'm scared to do that for some reason. The girl's grip
over my hand tightens, forcing my fingertip to push inside. I feel bodily heat
swallowing my whole finger. My hand is still wet from rinsing it with water so
I'm able to slip into the girl's opening with ease.

     It's a different feel from fingering a boy's asshole. There are no ringed
muscles clasping my finger; I'm able to stick another finger in with ease. The
girl relaxes her two fingers over mine. I slowly pull from her cunt. She
tightens her grip again and my fingers stab inside. The girl wails out.

     Smiles A Lot grunts to get my attention. When I lift my eyes to him, he
gives me a shy grin instead of a scolding I was expecting. The young shaman
positions himself at the girl's legs. He gestures that the left foot must be
set. I reach over Rain Dancer's chest with my free hand to restrain her when
the pain comes. I fondle her nipples in the meanwhile.

     My fingering into her cunt helps distract Rain Dancer from what is about
to happen. Her hand over mine coaxes me to a faster pace. The girl moans
louder. I know that she'll soon reach climax.

     Smiles A Lot gently takes hold of the girl's foot with one hand and he
also grips her calf. With a head nod, I'm warned that he's about to set the
bone break. My arm tightens around Rain Dancer's chest.

     I'm startled when the girl cries out. Not from pain, my fingering has
brought her to a strong climax. Smiles A Lot yanks hard. Rain Dance cries out
even louder and she struggles against my arms restrainer her.

     Her violent body eventually relaxes under my arms. I offer Rain Dancer
soothing words, telling her that everything is alright. She's trembling from
the pain. I loosen my hold of the girl's slippery chest, sweat covers her. I'm
feeling sad that she's had to endure such pain but Smiles A Lot had to set her
broken foot if it's to heal properly. My hands pull from her chest. She's no
longer in agony though tears still run down her face. I take hold of the girl's
hand. It's difficult feeling her pain.

     Smiles A Lot releases a weary sigh. I turn to face him, my hands lifting
for gesturing. 'I would like to try Healing her foot.'

     Smiles A Lot nods. I scoot along the girl until I'm kneeling at her feet.
My lover's body presses against mine. For a long moment, I peer into his eyes
with gratitude for helping me and from the joy of doing something wondrous.

     My eyes wander up the girl's naked body until I'm staring into her face.
"I'm going to try Healing your foot." She wipes her eyes of tears, nodding
with understanding. I give Rain Dancer an assuring smile.

     I feel heat from the fire against my back. My body is sweating. The
girl's body glows red, a sensual color that draws my eyes to her cunt. I'm
getting used to her female form, attractive to me in a different way from a
boy's. I like that she's small. A woman's shape with its long supple curves,
wide hips and breasts doesn't appeal to me. But a girl's slim body... Ah. I
feel my dick straining inside my breechclout.

     I release an excited breath. My hands are shaking. Smiles A Lot gives me
a puzzled look so I drop my eyes to the task at hand. The young shaman lifts
his rattle and begins shaking it. I carefully grasp Rain Dancer's injured foot.
My eyes close. The boy's left hand is felt over mine to make a connection
between us. It's because of his guidance that I'm able to Heal.

     Calm returns to my spirit. More easily this time until I realize the task
before me. To mend a broken foot!

     'Don't think of that,' asks Smiles A Lot. 'Simply be.'

     I breathe in deeply and release, feeling relaxed and very calm. The young
shaman shakes his rattle with a gentle beat. I feel my body responding to it.
My being gathers strength, directed downwards. I'm feeling my connection to
the girl's spirit who Shows me where her body is in need. With my inner eye, I
sense the wrongness to her lines of energy. It's like looking down at a pond
with the sun reflecting in it and having a startled fish causing a ripple in
that stillness. Golden lines in chaos. I concentrate on how to restore order.

     Another part of me concentrates on the girl's body. I See the bone break.
Blood swells the tissue around it and is causing pain. The girl whimpers. I try
ignoring her crying so that I can help her.

     Smiles A Lot's shaking helps return me to myself, that deepened state of
being where I can Heal. I'm becoming disconnected from my body so intent is my
concentration. Energy flows from my spirit. A small stream to cool the girl's
pain that turns into a river. I'm thrilled by my release of power. Not a
clumsy effort but directed at the cause of pain, Healing it. Bone is joined.
Blood carries away torn muscle and tissue. I am the river's flow into this
thirsty girl.

     Someone shakes me awake. I turn to Smiles A Lot and see his wide eyes,
falling from mine to my hands. They feel hot. I slowly loosen my grip of Rain
Dancer's foot. There remains an angry-colored swelling but I know that much
healing has taken place. The girl peers down at me. She cautiously wiggles her
foot and grins.

     "It feels better, Willow Bird."

     Smiles A Lot stares at me but I try ignoring him. Rain Dancer relaxes
over the ground mat. Her eyes close to find sleep.

     I'm suddenly feeling my own need for sleep. My head is so heavy! When I
drop onto my side and close my eyes, Smiles A Lot grips my shoulder. I sense
awe from him.

     'You healed her, Willow Bird but that effort is weighing on you. Rest.
I'm going outside to relieve myself but I'll be back to watch over you.'

     Something warns me to remain awake but I've forgotten what it was. I
reach for the small bundle against my chest, grasping it within my right hand
to beg the acorn into awakening. I sense Power there. Some is taken into my
being to replace what I've lost. The seed sleeps. I've exhausted its little
spirit but I'm feeling better.

     With a yawn, I crawl over to Rain Dancer. Her chest rises and falls with
easy breaths. She's still sleeping. My eyes drink in her nakedness: a flat
chest, her long black hair covers her upper body so my eyes fall down past her
stomach to her smooth groin. I'm struck by the difference of her loins to what
a boy has; no dick or balls. She has an opening like an asshole that's as long
as my raised finger. I stare at her cunt with curiosity mixed with longing. My
fingers tingle in remembrance of having been inside her.

     I'm feeling the need to touch her again. My palm presses over the girl's
breast, her nipple is felt against it. I'm feeling my male response. A swift
erection forms in my breechclout.

     My other hand comes to her sweaty chest in a loving caress. Rain Dancer
continues to rest. I reach out to her with my thoughts, sensing her light
sleep. I'm hoping that she'll awaken and notice my urgent need for us to...

     I scold myself. Rain Dancer is sleeping after her injuries. I should be
sleeping too but my cock throbs with lust. I'm feeling very horny. My hands
continue touching the girl's soft body, feeling her warmth. Enjoying her.

     "That feels good, Willow Bird."

     Ah, she's awake. I knead the muscles in the girl's chest, pushing down
harder with my hands. Rain Dancer cries out. My hands jerk away.

     "There's pain coming from my back," explains Rain Dancer. "Can you roll
me over and take a look?"

     I slip my hands under the girl and help turn her around over the ground
mat. She's careful with using her left foot. My eyes roam down to her butt.
It glows from the firelight. I remember her pain and search her back for the
cause of it.

     It's hard to see but I think Rain Dancer has an injury below her right
shoulder blade. My hands go there. When the girl flinches in pain, I close my
eyes in concentration. Smiles A Lot isn't here to guide me but I've learned
how to See hurts. I use the beating of my heart to center myself.

     Pain leads me to the injury. It's slight, only bruising to the skin. I
open my eyes and tell her, "It's not bad. You can heal that yourself."

     "But it hurts!"

     "Good. That will remind you to be more careful when climbing trees!"

     Rain Dancer shrugs her shoulders, a gesture for me to massage her back.
I'm still feeling excited so I'll gladly touch her body some more. My hands
avoid the bruising. I knead the muscles of her lower back, my palms sliding
easily because of her sweat. The girl moans softly.

     On my knees, I scoot closer to the girl's legs. My hands return to her
soft body. Palms rubbing over tense muscles, pushing on her spine with my
fingertips while making slow circles over his slippery skin. I'm often
peeking at her butt. It excites me. If I didn't know any better, this could
be a young boy that I'm massaging. My cock is aching me a lot.

     My hands roam lower. Rain Dancer moans louder when I palm over her small
cheeks, spreading them so that I can peek at her butt hole in the firelight.
Utter lust consumes me to fuck it!

     I raise my left leg over the girl and sit on her legs. My body blocks the
firelight but my hands can feel her. I hear her moans of pleasure. She spreads
her legs under me. A signal for me to do more. I lower my face to her bottom
and kiss over the sweaty skin. I breathe her in. She smells no different from
a boy so my mouth wanders between the crack of her butt to taste its entrance.

     My tongue finds bitterness. I pull back to take an urgent breath before
returning to Rain Dancer's butt hole. My tongue swirls there. A sweetness
fills me, drawing me lower to her other entrance. The girl cries out when I
lick into her cunt.

     I'm sucking on her opening. My tongue tastes something familiar and that
brings a sly smile to my lips. This girl has taken a boy inside her! My lips
smack. I breathe through my nose and smell the familiar male aroma.

     "Take off your breechclout, Willow Bird. I can satisfy your needs."

     I glance at the door, wondering why Smiles A Lot hasn't returned. My
concern for him is forgotten when Rain Dancer humps her little butt.

     "You can mount me," pleads Rain Dancer, "like we did in the woods but
from behind. I'm grateful that you've healed my foot. I want to give myself to
you in return."

     I feel my building lust for this girl and am surprised by my reaction. No.
We are risking too much. "I can't... Someone will catch us."

     "It's dark. You can lay over me for a moment and do it before anyone
knows. I want you, Willow Bird!"

     I endure a fierce struggle with myself. The girl spreads her legs under
me, lifting her butt and humping it in an enticing way. I'm trying to come up
with more reasons to deny her. Where is Smiles A Lot to save me from myself?!
The old man's snoring is heard coming from a far corner of the lodge. We are
alone to do this thing together if we dare.

     "You and Crying Loon didn't get in trouble when we did it before," hints
Rain Dancer. "Didn't it feel good to stick in me? We can do it again. No one
will know."

     My right hand goes to my thong belt to find its knot. I pause to consider
what I'm about to perform, to find reasons against doing it but my lust won't
leave me alone. My breechclout loosens from my body. It falls to the girl's
legs. I pull it from me and toss it in a pile at her side.

     Rain Dancer sighs with longing. I lower myself against the girl, feeling
her warmth. My stiff cock is aimed into her butt. I remember to push it
downwards for her other entrance. My oozing knob slips in easily. There's no
resistance from penetration that a boy's asshole gives me but I still push in
slowly, feeling her tight warmth swallowing all of my cock. She is only a
young girl so I don't want to hurt her by my size.

     It's a slippery sensation. Bodily heat surrounds my cock, filling me with
neat sensations. Thrills race up my spine. I want to join my seed with that
boy's inside her.

     My knees dig into the ground mat. The girl's thin legs are felt against
mine; I pull mine together to get hers to close below me. Her cunt tightens.
I breathe heavily, feeling tremendous lust from my cock to fuck her.

     "Press down with your body over mine, Willow Bird."

     My breaths tremble when I do as the girl has asked. My chest covers her
sweaty back. I clutch her shoulders. They're slim and unmuscled like a boy's.
When my groin hair presses against her butt, I know that our bodies have fit
together for mating. I'm trembling with excitement. The girl doesn't need to
coax my manly performance.

     I begin my careful stabs. My hands pull over Rain Dancer's shoulders,
helping my body to slide over hers. Intense pleasure comes from thrusting
through her tight cunt. It's a different sensation than fucking a boy's
asshole. More slippery and all of my shaft can enter her body.

     Rain Dancers makes soft crying noises through her nose. My head lowers
to hers. "I know that you've taken a boy inside you before falling from that
tree. Who is he?" The girl laughs.

     "I won't tell you. A girl has to keep her secrets!"

     "Hmm. He wasn't too young a boy because I tasted his sweetness in your
cunt from mouthing you down there. Is his seed thick as a man's?"

     Rain Dancer giggles. "No. Not strong likes yours, Willow Bird."

     I've paused from my stabs. The girl backs her butt against my groin to
get me very deep inside her. Tremendous thrills have me moaning through my
nose. I think about all the boys in camp who can squirt from their dicks, a
weak release that's sweet. Crying Loon comes to mind. Has he turned to this
girl for relief?

     No. He's proven himself to be Mahyee-na and likes feeling a dick in his
butt. I think about those boys playing their stick throwing game from this
morning. Fox Tail is the right age. Maybe he did this girl.

     I grin to myself. Whoever had filled this girl's cunt has made it real
slippery for my powerful thrusts. My cock slides through her opening with
ease, building up thrills in my loins that want to explode deep inside her!

     "Yes, Willow Bird... Stick me good! I want to feel your gush of sperm
that will prove your manhood."

     Rain Dancer's thoughts fill my head. I've guarded mine but what this girl
is thinking can be read. She wants me to seed her. Pleasure comes from getting
fucked but I sense her desire to be filled so that she can embrace another...
She is Flower Boy from my vision!

     I gasp for breath. My body performs well over her smaller body that I'm
trying not to crush. Guilt fills me. How can I be doing this with a young girl?
She wants me but I am a man who should know better! And I'm Mahyee-na... My
butt is given to needing men so why do I feel a need to use her cunt?!

     I'm reminded about something from my vision. This girl is acting as
Flower Boy - to pass my seed onto another who needs it. I don't know how that
can happen but what I've Seen feels true. There is a connection between this
youth and myself. We aren't laying together just for the pleasure of it.
Something important will come from its result.

     Rain Dancer cries out from my deeper stabs. She rubs her hair against
mine, turning her head to face me. I avoid the girl's kisses. My cock wants
her but I won't allow her to take my heart.

     The fire's heat is felt against my feet. I hear the sighing of burning
wood, drowned out by Rain Dancer's high-pitched wailing. My low moans join
hers like two drums in beat. My cock is the tom-tom. I strike her willing
body, feel the building pleasure as she enjoys thrills from it. The rounded
curve of her butt fits perfectly into the hollow of my belly and groin.

     "Oh, I feel you getting stiff!"

     Our bodies become frenzied. I savagely stab into the girl for the intense
thrills it gives me. Her butt backs against my groin to keep me very deep in
her. She wants my sperm. I'll gladly give it to her. Flower Boy will pass it
to a needing woman so that she'll be with child. My child!

     I try Seeing who that is but Rain Dancer's thoughts are only on me, what
my frantic body is doing over hers, inside her. Deep. My cock stiffens when
I near climax.

     Rain Dancer gasps for breath and cries out with utter joy. I feel her
climax that continues like never ending pond ripples. Wave after wave of
intense thrills. I feel a warning tingle in my balls and hold my breath. The
sweet lightning sensation shoots through my cock and goes into the young girl.
My cries of pleasure announce that I'm cumming. Rain Dancer cries out again. I
feel her satisfaction from having me, the fulfillment of being female for
having coaxed a male's release in her body. Our combined pleasure from that
act has made us one.

     My body is feeling weary; drained. I gasp for breaths through my open
mouth while Rain Dancer gets crushed under me. She enjoys feeling my weight
over her body, pinning it down with my leaking cock stuck inside her cunt.
We have mated. I'm feeling my male relief and think I could go to sleep.

     The tiny hairs at the back of my nick prickle up. I turn my head sharply
at the intruder. Smile A Lot steps into the firelight and my heart fills with
deep guilt. I should have kept my love only for him!

     Rain Dancer also turns her head. She giggles. I'm pushing on her back to
separate our bodies and that's when I notice it's a man standing over us, not
Smiles A Lot as I had thought. Fear grips my heart that we've been discovered!

     I face the warrior with dread. He sees my nakedness and Rain Dancer's
below me, my wet dick proving what I've done. It's an act that's punishable by
banishment or worse because this is a young girl I've fucked.

     "That's an unusual healing rite," remarks As-a-crow.

     I get to my knees over Rain Dancer's legs. Relief fills me. I'm not
feeling as worried as I would have been if this had been any other warrior of
my tribe.

     "Hmm. I see that Rain Dancer is feeling much better."

     I slowly rise to my feet and turn to As-a-crow with seeking eyes. He
hasn't said anything threatening and there's no signs of anger in him. The
girl at my feet turns around until she's over her back. She giggles again.
I'm embarrassed that the young girl is showing her wet cunt to the man.

     "Willow Bird has healed me," explains Rain Dancer. "I've rewarded him
just as I showed you my gratefulness when you had driven away that bear who
was chasing me in the woods."

     I lift my eyes to As-a-crow and see him lowering his. Embarrassment? Rain
Dancer lifts her hands in the air, the girl's desire to take this warrior into
her arms. I see desire in this man too. My eyes widen with surprise. I thought
he only likes to stick into animals. No woman has ever taken his interest.

     "Come to me, As-a-crow. I see your need and Willow Bird can guard the
door. It won't take long."

     The warrior tears his eyes from the naked girl to read my face. I give
the man a nod. His hands fumble with the knot in his thong belt so I walk
towards the door. That's when I notice my nakedness. My hands feel along the
door flap and I tie it closed from inside. When I turn around, Rain Dancer is
taking the man into her arms. He points his big cock between her legs and
slowly sticks in. I wonder how many times he's had Rain Dancer before?

     My eyes roam over As-a-crow's nakedness. He has a long muscular back, a
nice butt already humping from fucking the girl in his arms. It's an exciting
display. The warrior's body is so much larger than hers. It almost seems like
he's raping this youth but I know better. I've seen his performance in that
elk cow and now I get to watch him fuck a girl.

     Rain Dancer whispers in the man's ear. Likely pleading with him to stick
her good and fill her cunt with his sperm. I drop to my knees from weariness.
I'm covered in darkness but the firelight reveals what they're doing together.
My eyes turn to find where the shaman is sleeping in another corner of the
lodge. I don't hear his snoring. How can I with the girl wailing out and the
warrior's joyful moans filling my ears?

     As-a-crow humps his butt like a mad man. He's fucking the girl hard. I
see Rain Dancer's hands trying to reach low over his body. She captures the
warrior's ass, pulling over it to coax his deeper thrusts.

     My eyelids are feeling heavy. Yawns escape from my mouth. I'm barely
able to stay on my knees without falling over.

     There's a loud outcry from Rain Dancer. From her voice, I can hear each
of the man's quick stabs in her cunt. He moans like an elk bull in rutting.
Exciting gasps for breath. When As-a-crow holds one, I know that he's about to
explode. My eyes watch for that moment.

     The girl cries out in her high-pitched voice. As-a-crow pulls her face to
his chest to drown out her loud cries. He stabs violently until releasing a
low, lusty moan of pleasure. His butt isn't humping as quickly. I know that
the man is seeding from the way his body spasms like a deer's death throe.

     It is done. As-a-crow crushes the little girl beneath him while he rests.
Rain Dancer slowly spreads her legs. Her hands fall from the man's back,
letting him go. He lifts himself from her and gets to his knees but not before
they kiss. A sign of affection between them. The warrior is careful with
pulling from her cunt. He has a really big cock.

     I walk over to them. Difficult steps that threaten my falling down. I'm
feeling very weary and know that sleep will soon claim me but I want to see
the warrior safely back to the door. His act with Rain Dancer must remain
undiscovered from the other man guarding the far side of our lodge.

     As-a-crow's nakedness blazes in the firelight. I eye the roundness to his
ass and his half-swollen cock falling over his balls, dripping to the ground.
Rain Dancer giggles. My eyes drop to the girl's body and her hands lead me to
her wet cunt. She proudly pulls the lips apart to her opening. I see what
she's captured in her female body: thick sperm from both males present. I
understand her joy because my butt hole has been filled by lovers. Proof that
our bodies had joined.

     I step behind the warrior and get our butts to touch. As-a-crow laughs.
He turns to me in secret understanding. My cock is still swollen. Not as huge
as this warrior's but we've both enjoyed our release and male relief fills
our eyes. I'm given a brief hug.

     "I'm not interested in the rear of you," the man whispers, "and you have
nothing to offer me in front. Yet we've shared our pleasure in her. A secret
to be kept between us, eh?"

     I nod my head. I'm not shamed by the man's words that he spoke in my ear.
His arms loosen from my back. I quickly peer down at his cock pressed against
mine, tingling from their brief meeting. A sticky strand of cum breaks between
us. I release a sharp sigh.

     As-a-crow fetches his breechclout from the ground. He is quick to cover
his body. I watch him go to the lodge door and untie its thongs. Without
looking back, the warrior leaves. I'm glad that we weren't discovered being
with this girl.

     My legs collapse beneath me. I drag myself over a ground mat and turn
over on my back, my eyes close to seek much needed sleep.

     "I've worn you out?" giggles Rain Dancer.

     "Healing you did that."

     "And what about mounting me?" she asks teasingly. "I know that when a
man comes out from his cock, he feels weak."

     "Uh-huh." I'm trying to ignore the girl.

     My limbs relax, bringing me a pleasant feeling of rest that will lead me
to sleep. Rain Dancer keeps me from it when she crawls over my body. A giggle.
The girl's weight presses over my chest with her hands reaching up for my
shoulders. She begins rubbing against me. My cock is still swollen from
watching that man's exciting performance. I'm not up to fucking her again.

     "I'll do all the work!"

     Rain Dancer pulls herself up my body with her tight hands over my
shoulders, relaxing her hold to fall back down. The sweat from our bodies
make them slide easily. I feel my cock being tickled by her cunt. She's
already been filled with sperm from that nameless boy in the woods, myself and
As-a-crow. Why isn't she satisfied?

     I feel my erection forming but there's no lust in me to do her again.
Rain Dancer notices my excitement. She gets to her knees, points my cock
inside her and returns to laying over me. I feel my easy penetration. She's
very slimy in there. A warmth swallows all my shaft. Small hands grip my
shoulders and surge. Forcing my in and out thrusts.

     "Oh, I feel you in me!"

     The girls wails through her nose. She rides my cock. My body is feeling
good and that lets me go to sleep.


     My eyes open in the faint light of morning. There's a chill felt around
my body making me realize that the fire has burned down. Where is Smiles A Lot?

     I feel a tightness around my dick. I've become erected; an experienced
hand is grasping it and pulls. Smiles A Lot continues to masturbate me while
I lazily stretch my body. Nice sensations fill me. I'm surprised that my
lover is daring to pleasure me after Oaken Strength's warning us not to do so
in the shaman's lodge. Hmm. Beating each other off would be difficult for him
to catch so I'll join into his naughty game.

     When I reach out for Smiles A Lot, my hand touches smooth skin. Is the
boy laying over his belly? My fingers trace over the crack of his butt that
feels wrong; the cheeks are too flat. I touch his hole and hear a high-pitched
giggle. This is a girl's entrance I'm fingering?!

     Memories from last night flood my head. I come full awake, rushing to sit
up over my ground mat. Rain Dancer crawls into my lap with smiling eyes.
Before I can push the girl away, she's embracing me with tight arms around my
back and her legs wrapping my butt.

     "Have you rested enough from last night?"

     I try pulling the girl off my body but she clings to me like a snake. My
eyes dart around the lodge to look for Smiles A Lot. I can just make out my
shaman lying over his ground mat. My eyes peer up at the lodge's smoke hole.
Morning's glow stuns my eyes. When I look at the old man, there's a shape
lying beside him that I think could be my lover. Faint snoring is heard.

     Kisses come to my breast. When Rain Dancer sucks on my left nipple, I
moan with pleasure and end my attempts to be rid of her. The girl's mouth
wanders to my other nipple. I bring my hands around her back and hold her
close. My cock is held. She pushes it down to slip it inside her cunt. A tight
warmth swallows my all until my groin hair presses against her. Our bellies
begin to rub.

     "Oh, Willow Bird! Do me again."

     I respond to the girl's pleading. Lust controls me so I drop my left hand
to her wiggly butt, pulling over her soft cheeks to stab in deeply. Thrills
fill my cock. My hand relaxes. Her feet loosen from around my butt. Before I'm
slipping out of her, I grip her small ass and thrust! The girl digs her right
heel into my butt cheek. We repeat this lusty beat with an ever increasing
pace that will get our connected bodies to explode.

     Rain Dancer clings to my wild body. I'm moving my butt like a bucking
stallion. Deep, frantic stabs going through her opening that has the girl
wailing out as if in pain. I know better. Her high-pitched voice is like a
boy's when he's feeling intense thrills. She feels what my cock is doing to
her. I pull her small body closer to mine so the girl can't escape her rape.
She wants to fulfill my male lust, needs me to sperm her.

     When my dick tingles in warning, I bury myself very deep in the girl. A
crunch of my groin hair against her smooth groin. She senses my approaching
explosion and digs her heels into my flexing cheeks, forcing our bodies to
remain locked together in mating. I'm feeling intense pleasure at my ending.

     My climax is strong and long lasting inside the girl's cunt. She reveals
her own joy from being taken by her low throaty moan. My groan of fulfilled
lust joins hers. From our connection, I'm getting to enjoy both our climaxes.
My male thrills are intense and similar to the girl's pleasure.

     Our heated bodies slow. Sweat runs down my chest to my belly heaving from
gulping in air. Rain Dancer pants against my breast. Her eyes are looking
downwards, at our connecting bodies. My dark groin hair prevents us from
seeing my cock impaling her cunt. We can feel our joining though: male to
female. My throbbing in her reflects what I'm feeling. My male relief.

     I rest a moment with Rain Dancer in my arms. Her hands aren't as tight
around my back. Lines of perspiration run down our heated bodies. I smell my
exertion from having sex, regret replacing my desire for what we've done.

     "You performed well as a man," comments Rain Dancer. "Perhaps you'll take
me for your wife when I come of age."

     I won't look into the girl's eyes. There's no love in me to seek that
kind of bond with her. What I've done was from lust and the fear that she'd
tattle on me if I had denied her. My desire is for the smallness of her body
that's like a boy's. When this girl matures into a woman with groin hair and
breasts, I know that my interest in mounting her will end.

     Rain Dancer wipes sweat from my chest. Her left hand lowers to my hairy
groin, her fingers circling around the hard shaft of my cock. She smiles with
satisfaction.

     "You and As-a-crow performed well," comments Rain Dancer. "Young boys are
nice but they do it too quickly. Only a weak release."

     I sense this girl's need to capture thick sperm in her cunt. She enjoys
getting dicked whether it's from a young boy or a man but she wants to pass
what her small body holds to another woman, to get her with child.

     My eyes close in concentration. I deepen our connection, Reaching into
this girl's head for the secrets that she keeps. This is what I discover.
Rain Dancer is very pleased to have a filled cunt. She had taken Fox Tail's
dick into her yesterday but he's a young boy with only a clear release from
his balls. That made her opening slippery to take my all into her, giving
up my thick seed that she wants. As-a-crow's cock was even bigger. She was
able to take that warrior inside her only after we had coupled.

     Why does she want a man's sperm? Rain Dancer's mind is difficult to read
for some reason. It's as if this girl suspects that I'm probing her and she
doesn't want her secrets to be known. I need to know!

     An idea comes to me. I close my arms around the girl's sweaty back in a
show of love. Our chests meet. My mouth presses against her left ear to nibble
on it. She moans from my show of affection. I Look deeper into her being,
getting past her feelings of pleasure to glean her secrets. There's a blurry
image of a woman embracing her. Someone dear to this girl who has stuck a
wooden dick into their cunts that has piss holes at both ends. They perform
some kind of ritual: a secret female rite. This young girl's cunt surrenders
what it holds from taking men inside her though a hollow reed into the older
girl, passing our seed into her hairy cunt.

     I think that it's her sister! Holds Reins has been trying to make a baby
but none has come to his wife for several years now. Has Rain Dancer been
acting on her behalf?

     My concentration is broken when Rain Dancer's heels dig into my cheeks.
A rhythm begins against me like the beating of a drum. Oh, no! The girl is
wanting me to fuck her some more. I don't feel the need to release myself
again but I surrender to her need to be pleasured. My arms keep the girl close
to my breast when her small body flexes around mine.

     "Oh yes, Willow Bird! Your cock is still hard in me... I want you again."

     I'm feeling a surge of pride by the girl's words. My hands lower to her
wiggly butt, pulling her small body onto me in beat to her flexing legs. Our
sweaty bodies rub together in mating. I am performing as a man with her,
giving me a sense of fulfillment that is different than when I'm with a boy.

     I think that's because my gifted sperm will have a good result - to make
a baby that her sister needs to please her warrior husband. I stab into Pollen
Boy to make that happen. It's nice to be fucking this young girl again.

     Rain Dancer wails in my ear. I'm feeling her intense thrills coming from
my thrusts that deepen and are longer lasting. I think that I'll cum in her
again. My lust drives me to do more. I lift my hands to her armpits and lower
the girl to our ground mat, my larger body following her down. She's kept her
legs wrapped around my butt. Her arms grip my back to keep us together.

     I cast a worried glance at where the shaman and my lover are sleeping.
They haven't stirred. I hear faint snoring. That assures me that my act with
this young girl isn't being spied on.

     My savage stabs return in Rain Dancer's cunt. I can hear my male beat
from her breath-filled moans: "Ah, ah-ah... Ah!" A lusty sound in my ears. The
girl buries her face in my breast, panting against me with her heated breaths.
I hump my butt when driving myself deeper and faster into her slimy opening.

     Rain Dancer flinches when she feels pain from her left foot. She no
longer digs her heels into my butt, her legs bend to grip my hips while I fuck
her. My frantic stabbing brings her to many intense climaxes. I realize that a
girl's pleasure differs from a boy's in this way. A male feels his sexual
tension building to an explosion but a female enjoys her thrills again and
again like never ending river waves.

     I'm feeling very intense! My balls tingle in warning when sperm rises to
my cock. A sluggish feeling, as if I don't have much to give but I shoot into
the girl with some pleasure. It has me crying out. Too soon, my male thrills
fade. I slow my struggling body now that the battle has been won.

     My weight crushes the young girl beneath me. I'm busy trying to catch my
breath to be concerned. I know that she likes feeling a man on top of her.
Spent after fucking, this girl wants my leaking cock to remain in her until
we've recovered from having sex.

     "I knew you could do it again."

     A smile comes to my lips. Yes. She's taken more seed from me, I realize
with a deep sense of pride. My arms cradle the girl's soft head. Her hair is
spilled over the dirt and against my chest. She fondly kisses my breast. I'm
feeling my male relief from having done her.

     I hear giggling from Rain Dancer.

     "Tell me, Willow Bird. Would you rather stick into Crying Loon or me?"

     From our connection, I know that the girl's question is sincere and not
meant to humiliate me. "Both of you," I breathe.

     "And when Crying Loon stabs your butt, do you feel a girl's pleasure from
that?" she asks.

     I nod my head. "It's thrilling to feel him inside my body, venting his
male lust." What I don't admit is how my heart feels when Crying Loon seeds me.
This girl is special but I don't feel much love for her.

     I gasp when Rain Dancer rubs her finger over my asshole.

     "Your entrance is smaller than mine, Willow Bird even though you're older.
Doesn't it hurt when you're stabbed?"

     "Sometimes, at the beginning," I admit. "Boys have smaller dicks and they
feel good in my butt."

     "Didn't your monedo lay over your back?"

     "Yes. It was a joy to surrender myself to his need. He had a big cock!
But at the end, he filled me with all his love and any pain that I endured was
worth it."

     "I know what you mean."

     Rain Dancer reveals her desire to be mounted and filled with sperm in
spite of the pain. It's the same feeling I enjoy when a man satisfies himself
in my butt.

     "I won't tattle on you, Willow Bird."

     My arms squeeze the girl below me. "I know that. You are very good with
pleasing a man in your arms but winning his love would be a more satisfying
thing." I sense sadness in Rain Dancer. Some memory that my words have stirred.

     "I saw that in your eyes for Crying Loon. Do you feel anything for me?"

     A difficult questions! How do I answer this girl? I Reach into her head
so that I can understand what Rain Dancer is asking of me but even she doesn't
know what to expect.

     "Everyone knows that you're Mahyee-na, Willow Bird. I suppose that means
that you can't love me because I'm not a boy."

     I sense the girl's disappointment. Something should be said to explain
what I'm feeling. "Ah. You are dear to me, Rain Dancer. My spirit directs me
to love those of my sex with both my heart and my cock."

     "Hmm. Do you think As-a-crow likes me, even a little bit?"

     "Oh, yes. He risks much to be with you as a man so don't be surprised if
he asks for your hand in marriage when you come of age." The girl giggles. I'm
glad that she's satisfied by my answers to her difficult questions.

     When Rain Dancer struggles beneath me to be freed, I lift my weight from
her. My cock pulls from her cunt with a string of sperm breaking between us.
In the early morning light shining down from the lodge's smoke hole, I see the
result of our joining. My thick cum oozes from the lips of her opening. She's
twice coaxed my manly release that fills her. A smile blossoms on her face.
This girl is an opening flower that I've pollinated like an eager bee. The
effort has left me feeling relieved but regretful.

     The girl covers herself with her right hand. A gesture of fulfillment for
having had her body joined to a man's. It's the same feeling I have after
getting fucked. Rubbing butts with my companion afterwards is my similar
gesture of being fulfilled.

     "I like keeping it inside me," admits Rain Dancer. She clutches the wet
lips of her cunt with much longing on her face. "After you've been seeded, do
you empty your bowels right away?"

     I shake my head. "If I'm not hurting, I enjoy having a full butt. It
makes me feel completed to keep my lover's sperm in me." The girl nods with
understanding. I'm surprised that we've shared such intimate feelings with
each other.

     Rain Dancer removes her hand from her wet cunt. We peer at each other
with secret understanding coming between us. An idea comes to me. I scoot up
the girls legs and lower my butt over her groin. Her warmth is felt against my
cheeks. I rub myself against her.

     I'm not surprised when Rain Dancer giggles at me. She realizes that we
both have similar openings in our bodies that can take a man's dick. The rite
I'm performing with her is similar to a Mahyee-na initiation.

     Rain Dancer stares at my cock. I've become limp with my rosy knob tucked
within its thick foreskin. Tired after performing twice with her this morning.
The girl gently grasps me in her hand. She reveals much longing on her face by
touching my manhood.

     "I used to be scared to see a man's erection," admits Rain Dancer. "Did
you know that a dog raped me when I was six?"

     My eyes widen. "No."

     "I'd seen dogs coupling in camp," she continues. "It was similar to the
joyous embrace my father often had with my mother I peeked on when they made
love early in the morning when they thought I was sleeping. My sister would
awaken me so that we could peek out at them from beneath our sleeping skin.

     "I was curious to know what that felt like. When a bitch came into heat,
I fingered that dog's opening and passed her smell to my cunt to attract a
male. There was this big black dog in camp who did all the girl dogs. I had
him follow me deep into the woods with a bone in my hand. After I undressed,
my hands were all over his body to excite his response. Tickling over his sac
of balls and pulling over his cock. He sniffed my cunt and eagerly stuck in me.

     "It was very exciting to feel him penetrate my opening and stabbing in me
but when his knot slipped inside, it hurt a lot! I couldn't get away because
our bodies were stuck together. He humped me like a bitch while I kept myself
from crying out. I was afraid of someone catching us doing this thing and
telling my mother!"

     Rain Dancer lowers her eyes in shame. I remain silent so as to not break
the delicate moment that she's weaved.

     "After that, I was afraid it would happen again so I kept myself away
from the dogs. And whenever boys were swimming in the river or I walked on a
brave handling himself in the woods, I ran away."

     The girl sighs. I realize that her painful story is done but it begs a
question to be asked. "When did you realize that a boy's dick doesn't have a
knot that can hurt you?"

     "Actually, it was a man who showed me that when I was eight years old. A
warrior was visiting us from some wandering Plains Tribe. My father let
him sleep in our tipi. Strong Fists was very kind, giving me and my sister
small gifts of beads and thong necklaces. He took a liking to me right away
much to my older sister's dismay because she liked him too. Anyway, near the
end of his visit with us, I was walking along the river and saw him laying
naked. He had just taken a swim and was drying off.

     "I peeked on him from some bushes that grew along the bank. Strong Fists
was erected but instead of being afraid, I curiously watched the man pulling
over himself. He didn't have a dog's thin long cock. The warrior discovered
that I was spying on him but instead of being mad, he gestured for me to kneel
at his side. He let me watch him spill seed to his belly."

     Rain Dancer gives me a sly grin. I gently nod my head, hoping that she'll
tell me more of her exciting story.

     "I was surprised to see the man's thick white sperm. It wasn't yellow and
watery like I was expecting because I've seen boys pissing from their dicks.
There was a lot of it on his belly. He let me touch his wet body and I sniffed
his sperm. A strong desire was in me to show the man my body so I pulled off my
dress at his urging.

     "Strong Fists pushed his sperm into my cunt with gentle fingers. I was
very excited to feel him touching me down there. He let me handle his cock. I
saw how it looked different from a dog's that had hurt me. He explained that
his manhood couldn't get stuck in a woman's opening and when I felt over his
foreskin, no knot was found so I knew that he'd told me the truth.

     "The warrior told me how much I reminded him of his pretty wife. She had
died bearing his first child because she was too young. Thirteen, I think. He
asked me for a kiss so I laid over him and we did. His arms around me were
very strong but I wasn't scared. I knew then that I loved him."

     Rain Dancer becomes silent. She looks down her legs at her left foot,
wiggling it with a grimace on her face. I sense the girl's pain and an idea
comes to me. My small pouch is taken from around my neck. I carefully press it
against her injured foot, wrapping the thong around her ankle to keep it in
place. I urge the sleeping seed to fill her with healing.

     "Is that a medicine pouch?" the girl asks.

     "Yes. There's an acorn within it that I had given our shaman to hold and
that's helped with his recovery. It will mend your foot." I glance back at the
corner of the lodge where the men are sleeping. We've kept our voices low so
as to not disturb them.

     Rain Dancer sighs. With a happy expressing returning to her face, she
continues her story. "On the last morning of Strong Fists visit, I followed
him into the woods while my parents were sleeping. He knew that I wanted to be
with him. We bared ourselves and the warrior was very gentle with me. Kissing
my body and making me feel real good. He licked into my cunt to prepare me for
his penetration. I took that man's cock in me by laying on top of him. By
letting me do it, I wasn't afraid.

     "That man's big cock had hurt some but I got used to it. He didn't rush
to fuck me in spite of being in great need. After fitting him inside me, I
pressed my smaller body over his and clutched his broad shoulders. His big
hands were shy to hold me. I think that he didn't want to make me feel scared.

     "It was a joyous mating! Strong Fists kissed me and he was very gentle
with his thrusts. I was often crying out. Never had I felt such pleasure from
my body when in that man's arms! When I heard his groans getting louder, I
peered down into his dark eyes to catch the moment when he would be seeding me
but the man kept himself from doing that.

     "I remember asking him if he was afraid of getting me with child. He
answered that I was too young for that to happen. He wanted to be a long time
with me since it would be our only embrace together. I felt really sad. His
kisses made me feel happy again and I often cried out from him loving me so
well. The man finally wanted to feel his own joy so his hands became strong
over my butt. I felt his painful stabs but I wasn't afraid. I relished his
male savageness!

     "Strong Fists turned me around to get on top of me. I clutched his huge
body with my arms that could almost reach around his back and my legs wrapped
around his humping butt. I buried my face in his chest. Kissing him with much
love. When the man groaned like an elk bull, I knew that he was completing
himself in my body. It was a most satisfying thing. He held me for a long
while, kissing my hair and whispering sweet things in my ear. I didn't want
our embrace to end.

     "The warrior also wanted to be with me for a while longer. He carried me
into his lap, his big cock still in me while we talked. I asked him to marry
me because of the love I'd felt in my heart. He said that I was still six
summers from becoming a woman but he would come back to our tribe to ask my
father for my hand then.

     "The morning was growing late. We both didn't want it to end so he loved
me for a second time. His release was quick and very passionate! I still
wouldn't let the man go, claiming that his cock needed to get limp before
pulling out of me. His never did.

     "Strong Fists felt that we were gone for too long. He thought that my
parents would be worried about me but still I wouldn't let him go. Even when
he stood up, I kept him from escaping. He fucked me one last time in his arms.
It was a powerful display of his manhood to hold my weight against him,
stabbing my cunt and seeding me yet again. Because of him, I was never afraid
to give myself to another. Boys in our tribe have found relief in me but none
ever loved me like that warrior."

     Silence fills the lodge. I see tears in Rain Dancer's eyes and they fall
down her cheeks without shame. The girl's story has revealed her heart to me.
I'm coming to understand her. Even love her a little bit more.

     "I've never told anyone about Strong Fists."

     I'm touched by Rain Dancer's trust in me but it leaves me puzzled about
something. "Are you still waiting for him?"

     Rain Dancer shakes her head. "I ran back to my parent's tipi afterwards.
They had wondered about my long absence but I didn't tell them anything about
being with him! All day I looked for Strong Fists. I learned that he'd left
without a word of farewell to anyone. At first, I thought he was afraid that
I'd tattle on him. Hope was in my heart that I would see my warrior again.

     "The next summer, some traders came from that same Plains Tribe. I asked
about Strong Fists. I was told that he was well, his wife had a newly born son
that he was helping her tend to and was the reason why he couldn't come.
Hearing that had broken my heart! He couldn't wait for me? I forgot about that
man and sought out the boys of my tribe."

     Rain Dancer peers deep into my eyes. Her tears have since dried from her
face but I still sense her pain. I'm struck by something this girl has told me.
Those People who had come to trade with us were from the Wandering Band of
Tagalou. The same tribe that Squirrel Tail comes from.

     "Ah. Smiles A Lot and I had met up with warriors from the Wandering Band
of Tagalou yesterday. They were searching for a boy who wanted to visit with
our tribe but he had become lost in our woods. He's about your age." The
girl's eyes widen with hope.

     "Do you know his name?" she asks. "Was he found?!"

     "Yes. Squirrel Tail was returned to his father," I answer. "The boy told
us that he wanted to see you."

     "Oh, Willow Bird! He's the one who nearly drowned with me in the river.
Smiles A Lot found us wandering the plains and he followed us back to the
Split Tribe. Their warriors brought me back to my tribe and I heard that they
were going to return Squirrel Tail to his. I've been wondering about him."

     "Do you like him?" I ask gently. Rain Dancer nods her head. "He likes you
and had risked much to see you. These woods are a dangerous place to travel
through."

     "Why didn't you bring him back to our tribe?"

     "The boy's father was very angry with him for crossing the river without
asking permission. He was lost in the woods for a full day. When Smiles A Lot
and I met up with Smoke That Doesn't Lie, we... ah, helped him and his men
search for Squirrel Tail. I found him. Returned the youth to his father and
they went back to their tribe last night."

     "Then, I'm not going to see him again?"

     "Smoke That Doesn't Lie was grateful to me. He told me to expect their
trading party to visit our tribe in the days ahead. Perhaps Squirrel Tail will
be with them."

     "I hope so! He's a nice boy who I had taken into my arms," Rain Dancer
admits. "I didn't realize that he liked me that much to run away from his
tribe."

     "The same tribe Strong Fists comes from." Rain Dancer softly sighs. I can
see from her eyes that she's making the connection I had after hearing her
story about that warrior.

     "You don't think he will also come?" There's alarm in the girl's eyes.

     "I don't think so. You told me that he has a wife and son to take care of.
He would probably be ashamed to face you for not having waited."

     Rain Dancer lowers her eyes. "You won't tell anyone what I've told you,
Willow Bird?"

     "No. I'll hold close to my heart what you've said, Rain Dancer. This I
swear to you. I'm sorry about what happened between you and Strong Fists. A
first love is the strongest. Now, you have a second chance for love."

     Rain Dancer nods with her understanding. She glances at the doorway.
"Hmm. I'm surprised that my mother didn't stay with me last night."

     Embarrassment fills me. "Ah. She knew that you were in good hands."

     Rain Dancer giggles. "Yes. I wouldn't have had as much fun here if she
had been watching over me! My sister must be very worried. I have to go now,
Willow Bird. Thank you for healing my foot."

     I gently unwrap the thong from around the girl's ankle and return my
small pouch to my chest. Her hands lift up to me. I rise from my knees,
helping her to stand. "Can you walk?"

     "I think so."

     I keep my grip of her hands when she tries. Rain Dancer favors her right
foot but after several careful steps, more weight is placed on her left. She
walks with a noticeable limp.

     Rain Dancer falls on me and I catch her. She holds me close, giggling. I
feel her kiss to my cheek.

     "I think that I'll manage, Willow Bird. Ah. Can you help find my dress?"

     I search the ground for it while keeping the girl close to my side. It's
found near the fire pit. I pull the dress over her head and help to tie all
of its side thongs. She takes a careful step towards the door. My hands slowly
pull away when it seems that she can walk on her own. I'm given a fond hand
wave before the girl slips outside.

     My eyes close for a moment of rest. I'm feeling drained after being with
her, both from sex and revealing our secrets to each other. I know that she's
Flower Boy, carrying my seed to her sister so that she can be with child. That
prevents my heart from feeling too much guilt for having made love to her
while Smiles A Lot slept.

     I hope that Squirrel Tail will be a part of that Tagalou trading party.
My lover had told me about seeing their loving embrace in the plains. Squirrel
Tail has proven how much he loves Rain Dancer. I hope that she feels the same
for him.

     There are low voices heard beyond the closed door. I strain my ears but
can't make out who's speaking with the girl. I hope Rain Dancer will keep our
secret! My feet are cold. I'm considering building a fire to heat the lodge
but that's Smiles A Lot's morning chore and to prepare soup for the shaman. I
should awaken him. Maybe tell him what I've been doing with Rain Dancer.

     I'm feeling too lazy to move. My eyes remain closed, seeking sleep if it
will claim me. I'm enjoying my male satisfaction. To seek that in a girl's
cunt instead of a boy's asshole no longer surprises me. Rain Dancer's body is
small and soft. I've enjoyed our embraces and will likely be with her again
unless Squirrel Tail wins her heart.

     My back presses against the soft dirt. I'm feeling my need for a rest so
when the gentle darkness comes for me, I surrender myself to it.

     Song Bird struggles against the current. He's crying out for help, scared
of drowning in the angry river. I dive in to save him!

     Unseen hands are trying to pull me under. I fight against the water
spirits, gasping for breath to make my way to the boy. Only his head is seen
above water. If I don't reach him soon... No! I will save him from drowning.

     I grab Song Bird's right arm, pulling his head to the surface. He takes
an urgent breath. Bruises and cuts mar his face and I'm startled to see that
it's Smiles A Lot, not my little brother as I was expecting.

     'You cannot save me, Willow Bird. Remember your promise!'


     I'm startled awake by my terrible dream. There's a pained moan coming
from my shaman so I grab my breechclout and wrap it around me before springing
to his side. Why didn't Smiles A Lot awaken to tend to him? My eyes fall past
the old man to where my lover lies asleep. My eyes widen with fright. There is
no one there. Only a rolled sleeping fur that I'd thought was Smiles A Lot. I
look around the lodge for him. He's not here!

     Another groan of pain comes from my shaman. I kneel at his side to see
what's the matter. The old man gestures for something to drink so I quickly
fetch the water skin, mug and some powdered willow's bark for the pain. Fear
grips my heart for Smiles A Lot. I don't remember him returning to the lodge
last night when he'd left to relieve himself. Perhaps he's with my chief. He
can't be across the river since Oaken Strength has told our men to let my
lover be! Split Tribe warriors wouldn't have dared cross over to snatch him.
Would they?

     Water is sloshed over the wooden mug. I try filling it but my hands are
shaking too much. The white powder is mixed in. This I give to my shaman. He
is slow to sip down its contents, testing my patience. Oh, I must try to find
Smiles A Lot!

     I drop the empty mug to the ground. My shaman stares at me with a frown,
his mouth trying to form words. I lower my ear to listen to his mutterings.

     "Will Brd, what wrong?"

     I grasp the man's right hand. 'Smiles A Lot is missing from the lodge!'
My shaman's frown deepens. When he tries moving his head to look around, pain
fills his eyes. A moan of pain escapes from his lips.

     'Ah, my head!'

     'I know, shaman. You must keep still if it's to heal!' My concern deepens
for Smiles A Lot. I've been considering the different reasons why my lover
isn't here but the only one that makes sense is what I fear most!

     Someone has to watch our shaman so that I can go search for my lover. I
yell for the door guard to enter. It takes a few more shouts before my plea is
answered. Catch-fish-with-arrows steps inside. He is slow to come to my side.

     "Is something wrong with our shaman?" asks the brave.

     "He is in pain but I've given him powdered willow's bark to drink. My...
Smiles A Lot is missing from the lodge!" I'm staring at Catch-fish-with-arrows
to read his face and don't see him react as expected. He knows something!

     "I don't know where he is."

     The brave is lying! I spring to my feet and grab one of his hands to make
a connection between us. My mind forces its way into his. This is what I See.
Catch-fish-with-arrows doesn't want me to go across the river. The Split Tribe
warriors might kill me too for interfering with their plans for Smiles A Lot.

     'He is across the river?!' I Send with anger and much fear.

     'Ah. How can you...'

     'Tell me!'

     'He has been returned to the Split Tribe.'

     Truth. I read this brave's involvement of getting Smiles A Lot across the
river. A canoe was used. Iron Bow was the lead guard last night and he allowed
Catch-fish-with-arrows to launch from the bank, my lover tied hand and foot
after being knocked unconscious outside the shaman's lodge.

     I pull my hand from the brave to end our connection. Before I can run for
the door, he's tackling me to the floor.

     "Let me go! I have to save Smiles A Lot!"

     "No, Willow Bird. It is already too late," shouts Catch-fish-with-arrows.
"You would only be throwing away your life to see him."

     We roll over the ground in our struggle. I strike the brave's face but
his arms keep hold of me, pinning my arms to my sides. His greater strength
prevents my escape. I cry out for help.

     "Stop struggling, Willow Bird. I'm trying to save your life!"

     "Help. Help me!" I shout at the top of my lungs. A moment later, there's
a warrior running inside the lodge. It's Broad Shoulder.

     "What is going on here?!"

     "He won't let me go! He's taken Smiles A Lot across the river last night
and given him to the Split Tribe.

     "I'm trying to keep this boy from killing himself," explains the brave.

     "Is this so, Catch-fish-with-arrows. Did you have a hand in this?"

     The brave nods without shame. "They wanted that enemy scout back. I acted
for the good of my tribe."

     "Our war leader commanded that this not be done!"

     "Let me go to him!" I shout. The brave ignores my plea. His arms remain
tight around me.

     "Release Willow Bird," commands Broad Shoulder.

     After a long moment, Catch-fish-with-arrows relents. I pull from his
hands and spring for the door. Anger fills me. Before leaving, I turn to the
men and point my finger accusingly at the brave.

     "You will answer to the chief for what you've done!" I shout. "You and
Iron Bow!" A woman is startled when I run out of the lodge and past her. I
head for the river. My heart is pounding in my head. I must save my lover!

     Four warriors from my tribe are guarding the bank. Before they can stop
me, I dive into the river. My arms pull me along the muddy bottom. My feet
kick frantically. When I have to surface for breath, I hear the men's angry
shouts behind me. They're ignored.

     I swim along the surface as if in a fight for my life. My breechclout
hinders me so I angrily tear it from my waist. If only I could Change! As an
otter, I could easily make the distance but my vow given to Smiles A Lot
prevents me. The effort would also drain me of energy. I must have enough
strength to fight past the Split Tribe guards to go to him.

     My hands claw against the current. I use my anger and fear for my lover's
life to drive me onwards and that lets me ignore my growing fatigue. Breaths
are racing through my mouth. I swallow some water but ignore the pain coming
from my lungs.

     Oh! Why didn't I notice that my lover hadn't returned to the lodge?! I was
too busy with Rain Dancer. I'm so stupid. Stupid! Now, he might die because of
my carelessness! A big wave breaks over me and I gasp for breath.

     My thoughts focus on the task. Legs kicking and my cupped hands pulling
water past me so that I can reach the far bank. I'm gasping for breath. My
body is chilled and that threatens to slow me down, perhaps even drown me if
I'm not careful. I pace my strokes to a steady, manageable pace. Tears fill my
eyes from my struggle. I can still save Smiles A Lot!

     When my hands find bottom, I lift myself from the river on shaky feet.
I've become exhausted from my frantic swim and fall down. A man jumps into the
river and he helps me up. I lift my worried eyes at Stands Tall.

     "You should not have come, Willow Bird."

     "I have to save him!" The war leader helps carry me up the bank where
four of his companions are waiting. They are holding spears pointed at me. I
cling to Stands Tall while catching my breath.

     "Return to your side of the bank," commands one of the warriors. "We
don't want you here."

     I ignore that man. My eyes find Stands Tall's. I see compassion in them
for me so I make my plea unto him again. "Take me to my lover. Please!"

     Stands Tall tightens his grip around my waist. He passes me through the
line of guards who shout behind us in protest.

     "What are you doing, Stands Tall? You've heard what our chiefs commanded!"

     My legs threaten to collapse under me but I force myself to walk with
Stands Tall's help. Tipis pass us but slowly. I see the People watching our
progress through the tribe, women with sad faces and showing fear. Some of the
men lift their fists at me in anger. I hear giggling from a young girl. That's
when I notice my nakedness. I've lost the chief's flint blade and my
breechclout in the river. I go to my fate unarmed - a foolish, stupid boy.

     There's shouting and lust-filled whoops heard in the distance. Stands Tall
tightens his grip around my body. I peer up at the man, my eyes showing
gratitude to him for helping me. His eyes won't look at me. The man hides what
he's feeling by showing me a plain face.

     We enter a clearing between the tipis. There's a crowd standing around a
wooden totem pole. When we approach, they open a path for us. I look for my
lover and find him! Oh. It is a terrible scene!

     Smiles A Lot has his hands tied behind it. His body is sagging over the
ground, blood pooled at his feet. There are men there with sharpened sticks
and wielding stone clubs. They pause from their blood sport at our arrival. I
tear from Stands Tall's hold to go to him!

     There's blood everywhere. Smiles A Lot's head hangs over his chest, eyes
are closed. Blood runs from many wounds to his body. He has a broken right leg.
Fear squeezes my heart that my lover may already be dead!

     My legs weaken at the spectacle. I'm falling to the ground. I try
crawling to Smiles A Lot but a brave stands in my way. He raises his foot to
strike my chest.

    "Don't!" warns Stands Tall. "Let Willow Bird go to him."

     I pass the angry brave and reach Smiles A Lot. Oh, he is dead! My arms
rush around his broken body that still feels warm, offering me some hope.
"I'm here, my love!"

     Smiles A Lot stirs. His eyes struggle to open, fluttering with the agony
of what he's suffered. I cry out with terrible woe! My thoughts rush into his
head. 'Oh, what have they done to you?' My hands reach around the wooden totem
to find the thong tying his hands. I yank on it hard, feeling the slippery
binding cutting into my fingers. After a few attempts, I manage to free my
lover's hands. They fall to the dirt like a lifeless grass doll.

     I pull Smiles A Lot into my arms. There's angry shouting all around me
but I ignore it. My eyes peer into my lover's but tears blur his face from me.
I reach out to him with my thoughts again. 'Hold on! I'm going to Heal you.'

     There's no answering thoughts coming from Smiles A Lot. He guards himself
from me, deny our connection. 'Open yourself to me, my love. I can save you!'

     'No. Don't risk yourself for me, Willow Bird.'

     'I can't live without you!' Someone is pulling on my left arm, trying to
separate me from Smiles A Lot. I turn to the brave with an bear's angry growl.
When I try making the Change, my lover pleads for me not to.

     'Your vow... Do not do anything to make the People fear you!'

     I hear Stands Tall shouting. The brave stops pulling on my arm, allowing
me to keep Smiles A Lot in my embrace. 'I have to save you! I've Healed Rain
Dancer's broken foot and I can Heal you.'

     'You cannot, Willow Bird. Doing so will risk your own life's energy and
they would still kill me.'

     'No. I can't live without you!' Smiles A Lot is falling into darkness. I
reach deep into his being, sensing his nearing death. He is beyond my power to
Heal him. My thoughts of anguish fill him. 'I love you. Don't go... Please!'

     'Nothing can stop that now, my love. You must live for us both.'

     I concentrate on Smiles A Lot's fading heart beat. Boom, boom. Boom...
He takes his last painful breath. There's a loosening of his spirit from flesh.
Tears fill my eyes at his death. How can I live if he dies?!

     A flash of revelation comes to me. Something that had once happened to
our spirits when we made love. Coyote Thief had also spoken to me in a dream
about it - that I would join with his son in a way that only those Above can
be utterly together.

     I Reach deep into my lover's very being, his spirit that's about to take
Flight. I join my spirit to his, binding us closer. As one. I Will my being to
be his and for him to be with me, not caring if we go to the Above or remain
here on the earth. We will do this together as one spirit!

Stands Tall kneels behind the embracing lovers. He senses Smiles A Lot's death
and to his alarm, Willow Bird also falls. Anguish fills the man's heart that
tries drowning out the happy shouts coming from the People standing around him.
He knows that this will prove to be a sad day for them all.

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