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 SHAMAN-WILLOW-BIRD-14                      "Shaman Willow Bird" story series
 Shaman Willow Bird (part 14)               Copyright 2001-2003 by Vince Water
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     The forest spins before my eyes. I feel a twisting in my stomach as if
falling from a great height. Thump gasps in fright. Our feet return to solid
ground with the river peeking through the tree line.

     Thump releases my hand and staggers for a few steps. He looks around.
'Where are we?' he gestures.

     I close my eyes and Feel our placement in the woods. Every tree here is
known to me. I Hear their soft Singing, a joyful sound that draws my spirit.
'Soon, my brothers.'

     My eyes open. I step from the forest and wave Thump to attend me. We walk
along the bank to where we've left our breechclouts. The man follows me in
silence. He doesn't notice my backward glances, so deep in thought he appears.
Ah. He's left his heart with Swift-rabbit.

     I was surprised by what had developed between them. Sex can be powerful.
Thump lusts for the boy's tight ass and Swift-rabbit enjoyed having the man's
big cock in him. What about their hearts? Hmm. They had spent time together in
the river to get to know each other during their bathing. Concern fills me for
Thump. Is he ready for love after suffering his loss for Grass-bender?

     I suspect Swift-rabbit's motives. He was disappointed by not being named a
brave this summer and seeks escape from his uncle's keeping. Is he using Thump
to get away from his tribe?

     We come to the bush holding my breechclout. Thump looks me over with a
peculiar gleam in his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. I'm slowly
turning around to let the man see every part of my nakedness. I shake my butt
at him. He laughs. It's more like an explosion of air from his mouth. I grab my
dry flaps and thong belt but don't don them yet.

     I look Thump over. He has a powerful body with muscles bulging in his arms
and chest, a large shapely ass. Strong legs. His cock sleeps over a handful of
balls that has been emptied into my butt and that woodland youth's. We grin at
each other knowingly.

     "Being ever at my side is going to wear you out, Thump." I laugh.

     The man looks down at himself. 'I am honored to be your Protector.'

     "You will guard my life. For that I am thankful, Thump." Humor creeps into
my voice. "Allow men to rape my butt though. I'll seek out boys to gift them
with my instruction in love. And to give them my sperm." Thump nods. He turns
from me to search the ground for his breechclout.

     I look at the deerskin flaps in my hand. Shakes-like-the-ground had given
me these to replace my mother's gifted breechclout that was lost in the river
on that terrible day when Smiles A Lot was killed. My chief's flint blade had
been lost with it. My boyhood flaps, Wah-ha knife (gifted to me by Big Horn)
and my sacred bundle were lost in the plains. In return, I found a brother
that I never knew I had. Anguish squeezes my heart. I must see Second Bird!
Ask for his forgiveness.

     Thump startles me with his warning gesture. I look around for danger.

     'It is gone!'

     I run to him. "Where did you leave it?" Thump points down at his feet.

     'I dropped my flaps there along with my club. They are both gone!'

     We search the nearby woods but return to the bank empty handed. I check
out the bush where my breechclout had been drying. Nothing. Thump gives me a
sharp hand gesture. He's found some markings over the ground.

     'See the small footsteps?'

     I kneel to the dirt with my hand placed next to the prints. A boy's size.
Thump runs down the fresh tracks. He stops and points out something else.

     'Look here. My stone club was dragged.'

     There's a faint line over the ground. If a boy had taken Thump's club, he
must be too little to bear its weight in his arms. Does he also have the man's
breechclout? Why wasn't mine taken as well?

     We chase down the tracks that turn away from the river. We're passing a
stand of cat tails with my eyes falling over Thump's flexing cheeks, reminding
me of our nakedness. I reach for his shoulder to slow him down because we're
nearing camp. He turns to me. One of my breechclout flaps is given to the man.
He presses it against his loins but there's no thong belt to hold it next to
his body.

     "Wait here. I'll enter camp to find the boy who took your breechclout and
stone club."

     Thump makes a sharp 'no' gesture with his hand. 'You should not return to
your tribe without my protection. Have your forgotten about what happened this
morning?'

     Fear squeezes my heart. I remember. Catch-fish-with-arrows had wrestled
with me that could have led to something more violent. That may have been the
brave's intent. He has nothing to lose. When war comes, he intends to face our
enemies without retreat. That's how he avoided banishment from our tribe for
going against our chief's command that Smiles A Lot was not to come to harm.

     Thump returns to the cat tails. He pulls out three long stalks from the
mud and after breaking their heads away, begins crafting a waist belt. I give
him a sly grin. We'll be able to return to camp with the front of our bodies
covered but nothing for our butts.

     Soft giggling is heard. I turn to Thump with a warning gesture. He nods
his head, continuing to weave the stalks together while I step into the cat
tails feigning my need to relieve myself. With cock in hand, I slowly turn
around to look for who'd giggled at us.

     The stand of cat tails is thick with their brown heads reaching up to my
face. This is an ideal place to hide. Even Thump is hidden from view even
though I know where he stands outside. Mud squishes between my toes. I release
a long sigh and let go, my yellow stream splashing against the tall stalks.

     I shake urine from my knob after I've finished. Movement catches my eye,
to my right. Cat tails are bending towards me when a young boy reveals himself.
It's Day Rabbit. Why am I not surprised?

     The youth wears breechclout flaps that are too big for him. He's struggling
with a stone club in both arms. I see mischief in his eyes. "Is this an ambush?"
I ask while raising my hands in a gesture of surrender to this little warrior.
Thump rushes to my side and glares down at the youth.

     I also give the boy a stern look, my hand reaching out to take the club
from him. It's returned to Thump. My fingers wiggle in a gesture to be given
the man's breechclout as well.

     "I was bringing it back to camp," explains Day Rabbit. "Everyone's been
looking for you, Willow Bird!"

     "Why did you linger here?" I ask while trying to hide my grin.

     "I just wanted to, you know, try it on. I've asked my father for flaps of
my own but he's told me that I'm not old enough."

     "You didn't tell your father that I suggested you asking him."

     "No!" the boy replies. "He's already angry with you."

     "What did he say about me?" Day Rabbit drops his eyes. Silence. I nudge
the boy's muddy foot with my toes to get him to speak.

     "He didn't like you being with... that enemy scout."

     "The Split Tribe killed him, you know." Pain stabs my heart.

     "I didn't want that, Willow Bird!"

     I grip Day Rabbit's shoulder. He's feeling really bad that Smiles A Lot
is dead. The boy shyly lifts his eyes to see if I'm angry with him. It was his
father who had a hand in that.

     "I liked him too," the boy whispers. His toes dig into the mud. "I didn't
want him to die."

     "We are both going to miss him." Day Rabbit nods his head and reaches down
to untie the breechclout around his waist. He catches it in his small hands. He
peers up at me, looking for my forgiveness.

     "It's alright. I don't blame you for anything, Day Rabbit. Your father was
doing what he thought was right for our tribe. Catch-fish-with-arrows had taken
him across the river. It was his plan. I blame him!"

     "Did you see his painted face?" the youth asks. "That means he won't run
from battle and he'll be the first one killed by enemy warriors."

     I nod my head. "Not until he's taken a few with him. It's a brave death."
Day Rabbit hands me the breechclout. I give it to Thump and see his sad eyes
for me. Now he knows what Catch-fish-with-arrows has done. When turning back to
the boy, I see that he bears an erection. He reveals longing in his eyes. I
open my arms to him with that same longing in my heart.

     Day Rabbit jumps on me and I cradle the boy close to my breast. His muddy
feet wrap around my butt. From our Connection, I feel his anguish and fear that
I'm angry with him, blaming him for what happened to Smiles A Lot. I shoo the
boy with soft words while driving away the troubled thoughts in his head. He is
a little boy, I remind myself. Caught in the middle of all of this.

     The boy's erection sticks into my limp cock. I'm feeling a blood rush
there with the urge to give him a wet embrace. Smiles A Lot's warning returns
to me though - I must not think with my dick. This is Iron Bow's son in my arms.
He's only eight years old, too young to be shown adult sex acts according to my
lover yet I've given Running Wolf all my love and he's even younger.

     Thump glares at me. I give Day Rabbit a fond pat over his butt then lower
him to the ground. He peers uneasily at the man.

     "He is my Protector," I explain, "from the Wandering Band of Tagalou."

     "Some of them are visiting with our tribe. I've played with Squirrel Tail."
The boy's eyes narrow in thought. "What is a Protector?"

     "Thump will keep me from harm."

     "Is he like Smiles... your companion, and be with you that way?"

     I shake my head. "I'm still in mourning for the loss of my lover. Thump
shares my spirit though. He's a good man."

     Day Rabbit peers up at Thump. "I didn't know it was your breechclout," he
explains. "Don't be angry with me! Everyone was looking for Willow Bird so I
went to the river and found it thinking it was his. I called out to him but he
didn't come. That's why I took the breechclout. To show everyone in camp that
something happened and where to go look for him."

     "Not angry," rasps Thump.

     I give the man a grin, glad that he's forgiven this youth.

     Day Rabbit steps closer to him. He looks over the man's big body with
something interesting in his eyes. Thin arms reach up, the boy's plea to be
held. I give Thump a nod. He lifts the youth onto him by his underarms. Little
legs snake around the man's waist. It touches my heart to see them together.
Thump's breechclout dangles from his right hand so I take it from him so it
won't be falling to the mud.

     Thump buries his face in the boy's hair. To hide what he's feeling from me
by holding Day Rabbit? I kneel close to their side. Our breechclouts are draped
over my left shoulder. I grasp both butts, small and large to prolong their
embrace. I want it to lead to something nice between them.

     A Connection is made between all of us, emotions only since thoughts might
frighten Day Rabbit. I pass the boy's longing to Thump. His excitement is felt
for this youth but he struggles to accept his manly lust for so young a boy.

     Small cheeks are humping against my palm. I'm pulling over the man's butt,
trying to coax his manly response to match Day Rabbit's excitement and surpass
it. He has a big cock. I want the boy to feel that might against him.

     Day Rabbit sighs against the man's chest. I Sense very strong emotions in
him that surprise me because he is a young boy, inexperienced with sexual love.
Then I recall what he'd done with Smiles A Lot and me. How his eyes were on us,
watching our sweet embrace and joining into it. What we'd felt in our hearts for
each other had been Passed to this youth so that he would understand.

     Thump's loins have been enflamed by the little stabs against him. He
pushes the boy away slightly to allow his manly rising between their bellies.
I peer in. Day Rabbit's erection aligns over the man's big cock. Their bodies
come back together.

     The youth relishes their embrace. He feels the man's big cock against his
pole and rubs them for thrills, trying to steal male power. My palm lowers to
Day Rabbit's balls hanging down between his legs: small and immature. It's the
boy's hope that they'll fill with seed after their belly rub. A smile comes to
my lips. I know of another sex rite that can accomplish that.

     I finger into the boy's little hole. Wet and yielding to my penetration
that surprises me until I Peer deep into Day Rabbit's head. He's been with
Crying Loon this morning when they took turns sticking into each other's butts.
He did Crying Loon first. After a lengthy mounting, his butt was offered after
the older boy kissed and wetly tongued into his hole. There was some pain when
his was stuck. Yet he won sperm in his butt that the youth hopes will bring
maturity to his small body. I'll gladly seed him too.

     My face presses into Day Rabbit's humping cheek. I kiss the boy there, my
lust for his butt is giving me a swift hard on. Thump's lust also sings in him.
He thrusts against the youth with much joy.

     I rush to my feet and stand behind Day Rabbit. My cock presses against
his warm cheeks that are humping from doing battle with Thump's cock. The boy
turns his face back at me. I run my hands along the side of his slim body in
a gesture that I'd like to fuck him. His thoughts answer my plea, filled with
excitement for what he wants me to do to him. My cock slips through the crack
of his little butt. A moist warmth is felt against my knob.

     I gently pull the boy's cheeks apart, easing myself past his hole's
resistance and slip in. It happens more easily than I expected until recalling
Crying Loon's cum put in him earlier. I'm sticking in some more. A sharp thrill
goes through my cock. I reach around for Thump's ass and pull over it, getting
myself to stick further through the boy's tight entrance. Most of his pain is
blocked by my will over him. I fill the boy's head with the sensations that I'm
experiencing: how his inner muscles are clamped around my hard shaft that's
filling his butt, his slimy warmth and the thrill from seeing my groin hair
pressing against his brown cheeks. Our unmatched bodies have come together.
What a tight fit! I don't think Thump realizes what I've done. His big butt
humps in my hands while the front of his body makes manly thrusts to match the
boy's stabs, gently, so as to not overpower him.

     Day Rabbit's hands are locked behind Thump's neck. His tense arms surge
when I make careful stabs through his butt. That mashes his erection against
the man's big cock and the boy cries out. He enjoys some nice thrills. My cock
is squeezed, close to making me cum. I pull back then bury myself deep into his
little butt with intense pleasure building in me.

     Thump senses his own nearing explosion. That surprises him. He's fucked
Swift-rabbit after doing me this morning. There's still some sperm in his
balls to spill, he wonders? I allay the man's concern when he questions why
he's embracing this little boy. Day Rabbit's emotions are Passed to Thump so
that the man will understand, accept his need to be loved. I've suspected that
this youth is Mahyee-na. After enjoying Smiles A Lot's wet embrace, he secretly
pushed cum into his butt after I filled my lover's butt with my seed.

     Our wild bodies are pounding the boy between us. He likes being embraced
from in front and back of him. Small cries come from his lips. He feels my cock
sticking into something intense in his butt that gets his stiff pole surging
with one sharp thrill after another. Never has he felt such pleasure! I've been
blocking his pain. Crying Loon's sperm has made his hole slippery for my stabs.
That's why my bigger cock can fit in his butt. Oh, what a sweet boy!

     Thump peers at me over the boy's left shoulder. He feels my hot breath.
I've kept my moans of pleasure in my throat but I think the man suspects what
I'm doing to Day Rabbit because his eyes narrow with concern. My hands pull
over his flexing ass to drive my cock deeper though the boy's butt while
forcing Thump's thrusts against his throbbing erection. I hear the man grunt.

     Our Connection deepens. I Pass all our wonderful sensations around: Thump's
hold of the little boy against him, chest against chest while below they do
unmatched battle together between a finger stiff pole and an arm sized cock.
Day Rabbit is holding on for dear life - clinging to the man's neck while I
attack the rear of his body. He cries out again and again from my quick stabs.
There should be no doubt in Thump now. I'm fucking this little boy.

     Thump's eyes widen with concern. Then they narrow when the man feels his
sperm's rising. He thrusts against the boy who feels a liquid warmth to his
belly and stabs back, tremendously excited for having coaxed the man's release.
He cries out in his high-pitched voice when his erection gives him the sharpest
thrills he has ever felt. His asshole tightens around my cock and I'm gushing
in him. The boy feels it.

     Intense male pleasure is Shared by all of us through our Connection. I get
to enjoy Thump's sharp climax, mine and the boy's intense thrills. It is nearly
overwhelming! The youth swoons in my arms. He experiences sensations new to him
from feeling my cock emptying into his butt, the man's squirting cock and his
own throbbing erection. We're soaring like eagles above the highest mountain
peak. Oh, the joy from that brief flight!

     Our chorus of ending moans become gasps for breaths. Manly bodies slow
from their sexual dance while the boy trembles after our love making. He can't
believe the intense sensations that he's felt in our arms. He's now a big boy
after his loss of innocence.

     I let go of Thump's sweaty ass and push on Day Rabbit's butt, slipping my
cock out of it. The boy is lowered to the ground. He stands shakily between us.
His hand reaches back for his aching butt with pain filling his eyes.

     Thump glares at me. I look down at my dripping cock that bears the boy's
butt stain over it. Fucking Day Rabbit has hurt him. I think he's going to cry.
I reach for the youth's shoulders, Connecting us and I Feel his pain. My hands
tingle when I Heal the damage to his sore butt. Power is drawn from the acorn
sleeping in my bundle around my neck. An uncontrolled release since Smiles A Lot
is not with me to direct its flow.

     Tears fills my eyes. My lover's spirit has left me and I don't know why!
After wiping my arm across my face, I see a smiling youth before me. Day Rabbit
no longer clutches his butt. He looks down at himself, at Thump's sperm over
his belly that he pushes down to his small loins.

     "Complete the growing up rite, Thump." The man is confused by my request.
Day Rabbit turns to him proudly with his erection glistening with cum. Behind
the youth's back, I secretly hand gesture how it's done.

     Thump nods. He reaches down for Day Rabbit's loins, swirling his seed over
the kid's small balls and he grasps his erection to make a few pulls over its
foreskin. The youth's quick breaths reveal his excitement. I gesture to the
man what ritual words he's to speak.

     "From my loins, strength givn... ta boy," says Thump. "Makes us one."

     Day Rabbit's eyes shine. I nod my thanks to Thump who is rubbing the pain
from his throat. Speaking is still very difficult for him.

     I step behind the youth and embrace him. Words are whispered in his ear:
"You have been given our male seed. What we've planted will take root in you
because your spirit is like ours, attracted to those of your sex. The Mahyee-na
will welcome you as a brother when you've been named a man."

     "Willr Bird!" gasps Thump.

     I raise my hand to Thump in gesture for him to be still. "You understand
what it's like to be a man?"

     Day Rabbit nods. "I felt your... excitement. It's more intense than what
my pole felt."

     "A man's loins pain him to spill seed," I explain. "It's very pleasurable
for him as you've felt in our embrace. It's made you a big boy. Male love is
expressed by joining our bodies together."

     "Like a man sticking into a girl?" Day Rabbit grasps his butt. "I have
that same opening here. You stuck in me to give me your sperm and it felt very
exciting." The boy's breath trembles.

     I'm glad that Day Rabbit has that same female longing in him. My thoughts
fill the boy's head. 'Do you want to become one of us?' He slowly nods. I Reach
deep in the boy's head to hide my words until he's ready to remember them. A
compulsion is made for him not to speak about it to anyone who's not Mahyee-na.
He can have sex with Crying Loon and other willing boys to learn about love
making. I assure the youth that when he's grown up, he'll join our society of
loving men. That it's a good thing for him.

     We seal our promise with a kiss. Day Rabbit's lips tingle afterwards, all
conscious thought fading of my initiation ritual that went beyond Thump's
growing up rite for him. The boy swoons. I release him from my embrace after
he's recovered.

     Day Rabbit blinks his eyes. A smile returns to his lips when he grasps
Thump's oozing cock, in awe of its strength that was passed to him.

     "I will grow up because of you," the boy says with awe in his voice. "Now,
if only my father would give me a breechclout, I'd look like a big boy!"

     Thump smiles at the youth. He gestures for Day Rabbit to follow him. I'm
curious what this is all about. I pull our breechclouts from my shoulder and
grab the man's stone club from the mud. We make our way out of the cat tails.

     The half woven stalks are gathered in Thump's hands. He completes what was
going to be his waist belt. The ends are broken off and tied together to make a
belt that will fit the boy's slim body. Day Rabbit watches the man tying it
around him.

     "Are you going to weave flaps for me too?"

     Thump shakes his head. He gives me hand gestures to translate into words
for the boy. "Ah. Thump says that you're to go to your father while wearing
your waist belt. Ask him that you need to cover your body. If he refuses,
return later with..." I question the gesture Thump has just given me. A sly
smile comes to my lips when I understand.

     "Go to your father with a stiff dick! Tell him that you're embarrassed
because the girls have giggled at you behind their hands."

     Day Rabbit nods his head. He looks down at himself with a grin, his hands
forming a flap to hide his pole from sight. I cover my mouth and giggle in a
high-pitched voice like a girl. The youth aims his pole at me and pisses! I
withstand his assault, pointing my cock back at him and piss. Thump joins into
our game. A strong yellow stream. We both get wet from our bellies down to our
feet. My flow of urine ends before theirs.

     I sniff myself and point towards the river. Thump comes to my side with a
grin. He shakes his wet cock at me and that gets Day Rabbit giggling. This is a
special moment in our lives that I'll always remember.

     We wade into the river together. Our breechclouts and Thump's stone club
are left on the bank but Day Rabbit has kept his woven waist belt on. We splash
water at each other in play.

     My teeth chatter from the cold. Sandy mud is brought up from the river's
bottom to clean my body. I pull over the end of my cock to rinse the boy's butt
stain from it. Thump notices. I avert my eyes from his stern glance.

     Day Rabbit's hands fill with mud. He offers to clean Thump's back and his
tending is accepted. The boy reaches down for the man's butt, awe showing in
his eyes for its muscled shape. He rinses both cheeks with water. Little hands
are pulling them apart for a quick peek inside. I laugh.

     "Thump is a real man," I explain. "He won't let himself get stuck."

     Day Rabbit turns to me with a sly grin. He stands up and embraces Thump,
his slim brown body humping the man's back in play. What an eager pup! This boy
has been awakened to his sexuality, I realize. He's eager to explore it.

     My back is scrubbed next by the youth. I rise slightly over my folded legs
so that he can clean my butt.

     "Yours is slimmer, Willow Bird."

     "I need a few summers of growth before I'm as big as Thump." The boy rubs
his finger over my hole. I look back at him with a sly grin.

     "Has he filled your butt?"

     I nod my head, glancing at Thump to see his face burning. "He is a strong
man whose sperm in me will help my body to mature. My butt has satisfied his
need in return." The boy's breath trembles with excitement. He looks down the
front of me, catching my hand around my foreskin.

     Day Rabbit comes to stand before me while pulling over his pole. The woven
belt around his waist makes his nakedness appear that much more blatant.

     "The water is too cold," he complains. His pole remains limp in his hand.

     "I can warm it up for you." Day Rabbit's eyes shine. I grasp his hips and
go down on his pole with my mouth. A soft limp shape. My nose presses against
his smooth groin. His soft balls tickle my chin. I suck harder until the boy
responds, a swift erection in only a few heartbeats. He grips my shoulders
while I reach around for his little behind.

     I Sense the boy's building pleasure. He stabs against my tongue but the
sensation is too ticklish for him so he stops. My lips tighten around his
foreskin. A slow, steady sucking that will bring him to climax.

     The boy's erection tastes good. Not sour like a man's and I can fit his
length in my mouth. My hands tighten around his slippery cheeks. The youth is
filled with sperm there but none can come from his small balls and out his dick.

     Small cries come out of Day Rabbit between his held breaths. I suck on his
pole, enjoying his boyish size that stiffens against my tongue to almost a pain
for him. His fingers dig into my shoulders. I Sense the boy's sexual tension
that soon explodes from his loins. He cries out in his high-pitched voice. I
feel a strong single throb in my mouth but no sweet drink for me.

     Thump has come to our side. Day Rabbit pulls from me in a daze, steadied
by the man's hand around his waist. The boy smiles. He aims himself at Thump
with much longing in his eyes. I'm expecting the man to refuse the boy's plea
to be sucked. He didn't approve of me fucking him and may even regret their
belly rub.

     "I'll suck on yours afterwards," promises Day Rabbit.

     I see Thump considering it. He glances at me with a plain face but to my
surprise, directs the boy's erection into his mouth. Day Rabbit sighs. He grips
the man's head and humps his little butt. It gets caught in the man's big hands.

     A smile comes to my lips. This strong man is allowing his mouth to be
conquered by a little boy. A humiliating thing if anyone else were to see it. I
know that Thump is giving himself to Day Rabbit's need. Not only for lust but
in a loving act that'll bring their hearts closer together.

     Joy fills my heart. I'm glad that Thump shares my desire to love boys. Not
all Mahyee-na man can; they consider it a bad act as Big Horn had thought. I
know that Day Rabbit's spirit is like ours. He is very young but willing to
express love in adult sex acts. There's a longing in his heart to do this
with us.

     Thump's hands pull over the boy's cheeks. They're so little! Kissed by the
summer sun that's browned them, I too have kissed over their softness. A young
male can be enjoyed from both sides of his body - to thrill his erection in
hand, a belly rub or to suck him while his butt satisfies adult needs. What a
nice tight hole!

     I peer through Day Rabbit's opening cheeks. Cum oozes down to his balls,
the mingling of Crying Loon's sperm with my own put into this little boy. He
wants our seed in him. More than to bring maturity to this youth, he has a
girl's longing to satisfy manly lust. That's a true sign of being Mahyee-na.

     Thump has swallowed the boy's all. Tense thin arms are surging around his
head and little balls slap against his chin. A joining between loins and mouth.
If Day Rabbit were five fingers in summers older, he'd be able to give Thump a
sweet drink.

     Day Rabbit cries out, eyes fluttering. Not from a lack of trying! He has
achieved a boy's dry climax that doesn't tire him if he were able to cum.
There's a big smile on his face. He bends over to suck on Thump's semi-hard
cock, getting most of it in his mouth. A tense expression comes over the man's
face. He gently grasps the boy's head. His big butt humps when he makes stabs.
I take a look around. We're near camp but the line of men guarding our side of
the river are too far away. I glance across to the Split Tribe to be sure that
we're not being watched.

     Thump's cock has grown to full length. The boy is only sucking the end of
it, small hands clutching the man's waist while his head bobs up and down. I'm
getting really hard. Will Day Rabbit suck on my cock afterwards?

     Day Rabbit tries getting more of the man's cock into his mouth. He gags.
I see the boy's determination to drink Thump's cum but after a long while, he
tires from the effort, pulling from the man's cock with a weak grin.

     "You can't do it?" he asks.

     Thump shakes his head. He wraps his arms around himself in a gesture that
he's feeling cold.

     "Willow Bird can warm you! Stick in his butt."

     A shiver goes down my spine. Before Thump can refuse, I rush in front of
him and squat over his knees in the shallow water. My hand reaches back to
direct his hard cock into my asshole. There's some resistance. The man pulls on
my waist and I feel his swift penetration that makes me groan in pain.

     I try relaxing my butt. When my aching fades, I start humping against
Thump's hairy groin. He stabs into me. I wail when his cock presses against my
squaw spot that sends a surge through my cock. Day Rabbit kneels in front of me
with a sly smile on his face. I point down at my cock. The boy goes down on
nearly half my length. He clutches my waist while the man behind me thrusts
hard, driving my cock deep into the boy's mouth. He gags bad.

     "Turn around, Day Rabbit." The boy pulls from my cock and with a grin, he
squats over my legs with his brown butt sticking towards me. I direct myself
through his cheeks. My knob finds his warm entrance and gently slips in.

     My arms wrap lovingly around the small boy. My cock enjoys his tight hole
but I'm not feeling the need to fuck him. I've already spent my seed a few times
this morning. We're sharing warmth in the river while the man behind me enjoys
my butt.

     Thump drives his big cock in and out of my asshole. His strong hands pull
over my waist. I Sense no great need in him to cum either. I'm clamping down on
his shaft with tight inner muscles, trying to coax him to seed if he can. The
man blows his breath over my right shoulder. I'm kissing the boy's face.

     "That tickles!" says Day Rabbit.

     "You are a sweet boy," I breathe. "You have a nice little butt."

     "That's what Crying Loon told me! After sticking in his for a while, he
kissed my butt and said that he wanted to be in me so I let him."

     "What did it feel like?" I ask. From our Connection, I Sense this boy's
longing that proves he is Mahyee-na.

     "It kinda hurt at first. He took it slow, massaging my shoulders to relax
me. His dick didn't push all the way inside. Not until the end when he came out.
I could feel his throbbing deep in my butt! He kissed me afterwards. He said
that I have a nice little butt."

     "You do." I look down at Day Rabbit's brown cheeks. My groin presses up
against it with my cock stuck deeply inside. A thrill goes through me. Our male
bodies are joined in mating. This youth likes giving himself to me. Crying Loon
is an older boy that he plays with but he sees me as a man, someone who he can
learn from. Love things. I squeeze this dear boy. He gasps for breath.

     My thoughts turn to Running Wolf. He too is a small boy that I have loved.
Completely. I've fought against the Darkness to save his life. There's a strong
feeling in my heart for him that is similar to my love for Song Bird. More than
having sex together, I care for that youth deeply as if he were my own son. He
will follow in my footsteps as shaman and leader of the Mahyee-na after me.

     "Are you tired, Willow Bird?"

     "A little." I'm not fucking his butt so that's why the boy asked. Thump is
eager to fuck me but I don't know if he'll be able to finish it. "When a man
sperms, he can't do it again for a while."

     "My dick can! But that's because my balls are empty. Crying Loon let me
lay over his back for a long while. I stuck him a lot. He wailed when my dick
made quick stabs and he told me it tickled him. A good feeling, he said. I wish
that I could come out."

     "When you're older."

     Day Rabbit blows a sharp breath out of his mouth. He frowns. "I always
have to wait until I'm older before I can do anything!"

     "You're becoming a big boy. Do as Thump has asked and your father will
give you a breechclout to wear. That way, the girls won't see your nakedness."

     "I don't want them to look at me and laugh!"

     Thump is struggling behind me, turning my thoughts to him. The man's cock
is feeling good but he can't reach that thrilling ending part that will get
him to cum. He's also spent himself a lot this morning. My asshole has been
stretched from Swift-squirrel and this man fucking me twice. I have an idea...

     I kneel forward with the boy held in arms when I slip Thump's cock out of
my butt. My cock pulls from Day Rabbit's butt. After looking around for anyone
watching us, I turn around and drop the youth over the man's folded legs.

     "My butt is too loose," I explain while slapping my cheeks with a grin.
"I've given it to a Woods Tribe boy and Thump earlier today. He needs a tighter
feel to get him to come out." My eyes fall to Day Rabbit. "Let a real man fill
you with his strength in another kind of growing up rite."

     The boy turns to eye Thump's big cock. "Okay. He can stick in me a little."

     'He will be hurt!' Thump gestures.

     I shake my head. "Crying Loon fucked him before I did. He's been given a
slippery hole so if you are careful, your cock can stick in him a ways and gift
him with your seed."

     Thump looks down at the boy's small butt. He shakes his head.

     "Too li'le."

     "I am not!" the boy answers. He backs into Thump's cock and with his hand,
directs it to his hole.

     Day Rabbit spreads his thin legs over the man's and lowers his head in
submission. I kneel before the boy, both hands over his thighs to Connect us.
I'll block his pain. Thump looks at me. I nod my head and with that assurance,
he tries sticking in the youth. There's such an expression of lust on his face!

     I Sense Thump's thoughts. He's amazed that this little boy willingly
allows himself to get raped. A really tight hole. His big hands pull over the
youth's slim hips and he pushes in a little more.

     Day Rabbit can feel the man's big cock slipping into him. Not much pain.
I'm concentrating on blocking that in the boy's head so that he can give
himself utterly to Thump.

     The man groans with delight. He's managed to fit most of his huge cock
through the kid's butt. His mouth falls to the Day Rabbit's shoulder with
kisses. A gentle stab is given the youth.

     "Oh, I feel it!" Day Rabbit gasps. He sticks his pink tongue out and pants.

     Thump has his eyes closed. He tightens his arms around the boy and makes a
few more stabs. Day Rabbit clutches the man's knees. He holds on when getting
bucked by the man behind him. Their bodies, small and large have come together.
It pleases me to see them mating together.

     Day Rabbit has kept his erection, I notice. An exciting idea comes to me.
I turn myself over the boy's legs and back onto his groin so that he can fuck
me too. My hole feels penetration. His stiff pole doesn't have much reach
inside me so I clamp down on it while humping my butt. What a nice boy tickle!

     Little hands reach up for my shoulders. Day Rabbit's small body is trapped
between ours, connected to Thump through his butt and connected to my butt with
his pole. I reach back for the man's slippery ass in the water. By pulling over
it, our male embrace tightens and we become one body.

     Thump makes a big stab. Day Rabbit feels the man's long reach inside him
that makes his dick surge when he stabs in my butt. The boy cries out. I've
Felt his climax and pass that sensation to the man who is enflamed to win
thrills of his own. His big body slams into the youth. I back into their
forward thrusts, mashing the boy between us. He wails through his nose.

     The muddy river flows past us. Our wild bodies make ripples in the water
that mesmerizes me like staring into a fire. I See something. Day Rabbit grows
up to be a warrior who passes on to certain youths what we've shown him this
day. He's one of my Mahyee-na Guardians.

     My vision strengthens my resolve to set the Mahyee-na society in my tribe.
There are boys who are attracted to their own sex. I see now the signs of this
in my youth. Until Big Horn guided my path, my life had felt twisted and wrong.
I feared what I was! Boys like me need sexual guidance so they won't hate what
they are inside. That's how the Darkness-that-comes subverts these youths, like
Tash-o-gwa. A Mahyee-na Guardian can show them their path in life.

     Day Rabbit is proving to be one of those special youths. I know that most
boys perform Mahyee-na acts together out of curiosity and to make their dicks
feel good but when becoming men, turn to their squaws. But not all of them.
Shaman Snarling Bear of the Spear-bearing Tribe tested boys sexually to help
set their path in life. This I must do for the boys of my tribe.

     I'm startled by Thump's low throaty moan. He's sperming the little boy. I
feel a strong throb in my butt and know that the youth has achieved his climax.

     "He did it!" says Day Rabbit. Pride fills him from that accomplishment.

     I've felt my cock surge but nothing comes out. I'm Sharing in their sweet
thrills, the man's pleasure from cumming followed by his male relief and the
boy's sharp climax. We cling to each other and rest.

     A joy comes to me. Day Rabbit will grow up knowing what he is inside and
not fear it. Men will embrace him in love. My People need to know that this is
a good thing just as Snarling Bear's tribesmen do. Otherwise, the Darkness will
find these lost boys and turn them into Tricksters.

     Day Rabbit squirms between us. His hands are pushing on my back so I dig
my feet into the river bottom, pulling my butt off his dick. The boy struggles
to get off the man's cock. I help him stand in the water. His face grimaces in
pain so I Reach into the boy's head to soothe his hurt. I carry him to the bank
in my arms.

     Day Rabbit is laid over the ground on his belly. I sit over his butt. My
hands massage his slim shoulders, working their way down his back to relax him.
Thump drops down exhausted at our side.

     The boy enjoys the good feeling my hands are giving him. It's putting him
to sleep. I Peer into his fading thoughts that are of us, how we made him a big
boy today with our acts of love. They felt right to him. Not scary or hurtful
as he'd feared. Day Rabbit accepts what he is. He looks forward to meeting with
Crying Loon again in their secret place down river. He also wants to be with
me so that I can help guide that part of his life that's been opened to him.

     'I will act as your monedo,' I Send.

     'You are whispering in my head, Willow Bird?'

     'Yes. I want you to know that you're special, Day Rabbit.' I gently Show
this boy what I mean with memories from my own youth, that same longing in me
that went unanswered until this summer. Without revealing Song Bird's face, I
Share how I'd felt in my friend's arms. Loved him. Big Horn's love for me is
also revealed when he acted as my monedo and teacher of the Mahyee-na. Glimpses
of all the boys I've loved are given Day Rabbit, ending with the memories of us
being together with Smiles A Lot.

     'I really liked him.'

     The boy's pain joins with mine for a moment. I cast it aside for the joy
that we've shared this day.

     My hands have worked their way down to Day Rabbit's butt. He sticks it up
against my cock that fills me with a sharp urge. I watch my length stiffening
along the crack between his brown cheeks. How I lust for this little boy!

     'You really like my butt?' thinks Day Rabbit.

     'Ah, yes! Most boys know how to pleasure their erections but not the rear
part of their bodies.' I fondle his little bottom.

     'You wanna stick in me, Willow Bird?'

     My stomach tightens and I pant for breath. My mouth drops to his butt with
kisses over his little humps. I tongue between his cheeks, breathing in the
sweet male odor from his hole. He's been filled by three males: Crying Loon,
myself and Thump. So much power to be contained in such a small body. This
youth even wants more.

     My cock throbs. I reach my hands up Day Rabbit's back with fingered
pressings around his spine. My swollen knob slips into his little behind. The
boy smiles back at me, eyes pleading for me to do him.

     I lower myself over Day Rabbit's back. Our bodies are slippery, enhancing
the sensation of our nakedness pressed together in warmth. He humps against my
cock. I want to join our bodies again in love.

     "My butt can feel thrilled again and again," the boy explains with words,
"just like my erection. I don't tire after having sex like you and Thump."

     I gently suck on the boy's neck. Nothing that will mark him. He lifts his
butt to capture my hard cock in it. His tight warmth is felt against my knob.
I slip into his hole with ease, burying myself into the youth's slimy asshole.
Bodily heat squeezes my cock. A sharp breath is sucked into my mouth from the
thrilling sensation of joining our bodies. The boy moans through his nose.

     "I like having you inside me, Willow Bird."

     "Yes. It feels good." We've reverted to talking now that the boy has
awakened. I don't want to frighten him with my ability to Mind Speak. Our
emotions still Connect us.

     My body is sliding over Day Rabbit's back. I have a grip of his slim
shoulders, pulling over them when making stabs through his tight ass. It feels
good. The boy likes being conquered. He Shares in my pleasure and gets a strong
sense of satisfaction from it, like what a girl feels by giving herself to a
needing man. He has nothing in his balls but holds much sperm in his butt.

     "When I grow up, I want to find someone who will love me like... your
companion from that enemy tribe. I saw it in your eyes for him that day we
spent together."

     "Yes," I breathe. "You will find a nice man to love." My breaths blow
through my nose. I'm fucking this little boy mostly out of lust. My heart has
been broken so I am not ready for love again.

     Day Rabbit endures the strong pain/tickle in his butt when I stab deep.
It's a very intense sensation for him. "Do you feel it?" I ask.

     "Yes," the boy answers. He pants against his left arm. Eyes tightly shut.

     I Sense Day Rabbit's discomfort. He wants me to cum but I don't think that
I'll be able to. Too much sex this day. "You are enduring it well," I assure
the boy. My kisses roam over his neck. He likes feeling them.

     From our Connection, I Sense Day Rabbit's amazement that two males can
join their bodies this way. He wants to give himself utterly to me. Crying Loon
was the first to flood his butt with sperm. He took my stabs in the cat tails.
Thump's big cock filled him with more seed that he hopes will bring maturity to
his small body.

     "There are other men that you can give yourself to."

     "Who?" asks Day Rabbit.

     "Shakes-like-the-ground is Mahyee-na. He has loved a boy before. There's a
warrior named Left-hand Bow and brave Moss-stone-walker. Those are men that I've
brought back from the Moss-bowl Tribe to defend our People when war comes."

     "Anyone from our tribe?"

     "No. I am the only one other than Crying Loon."

     "He's only a boy."

     "You could try winning my brother's heart. He is called Second Bird who
comes from the Split Tribe." Day Rabbit mutters all the names as if trying to
remember them.

     "Am I too little for some of those men?"

     "Maybe. There are those of the Mahyee-na who won't turn to boys for
relief. I know that you're old enough." I Sense Day Rabbit's pride.

     My cock rests in this youth. I'm not feeling the urge to release; it's the
strong feelings in my heart that is satisfying me by being with this little
boy. I Sense that his erection aches him for more thrills.

     With a grip of Day Rabbit's shoulders, I slowly turn us around. The ground
comes against my back. My palms swirl over the boy's breast, getting his nipples
to erect. He has a soft body. I reach my left hand down to find his pole. Stiff
and warm through my fingers, it's gently handled. I gasp when the boy starts to
hump against my groin. He forces my cock to move through his hole.

     "I think Thump doesn't want me," whispers Day Rabbit, sadly.

     "He's already given his heart to someone." I'm relieved that he doesn't
ask me who it is. I peer deep in this boy's head. He likes Thump because he is
strong, a big body (with an impressive cock) and that he doesn't allow his butt
to be conquered; a real man in this boy's eyes.

     "Why wasn't I born a girl?" asks Day Rabbit.

     "You are two spirited like me," I explain. "We are boys from the front
part of our bodies and have a girl's opening from behind that we want filled."

     "What about those men from the Moss-bowl Tribe?"

     "They are like Thump - one spirited. That's not a bad thing, Day Rabbit.
Those men are attracted to those of our sex."

     "But not to a boy."

     "You can find out. Go to where they're encamped tonight, shake your little
butt at a man and see if he'll follow you into the woods." Day Rabbit giggles.
I give the boy a tight squeeze that has him gasping for breath.

     I resume pulling over the boy's silky foreskin. He's remained very stiff
against my palm while my cock slips through his tight hole when my butt humps
over the ground. I Feel the boy's thrills from both sides of his body. He moans
softly through his nose. I'm still blocking his pain, concerned that his butt
is going to ache him afterwards. I hope that no one will notice his discomfort
and ask about it. Especially his father.

     "I liked it when the three of us were together," breathes Day Rabbit. He
glances at Thump.

     I gesture for the man to join us but he hesitates. Day Rabbit also reaches
his arms out to him in want of an embrace. "Get your butt over here!" I shout.
Thump gets to his feet with a grunt. He lays over the boy. Breath is forced
from my lungs by their weight over me.

     Day Rabbit wraps his arms around the man's lower back. I hear his sigh of
contentment. He begins flexing his small body between us with stabs against
Thump's cock, his butt impaled on my cock that sends thrills throughout my body.

     The boy giggles. "Mine is bigger than yours, Thump!"

     "For now," the man rasps. He grins wickedly.

     I reach for Thump's muscled ass and find the boy's hand there already. We
pull over him to coax his downward stabs. From our Connection, I Sense that he's
not feeling the urge for sex. My head fills with lusty images of doing little
boys - fucking their tight butts and gushing in them. I stab upwards.

     Day Rabbit feels my knob pressing into something intense in his butt. He
gasps. My thoughts concentrate on what he's enduring: a sense of fullness in
his butt with my cock slipping through him, in and out. My crunch of groin hair
against his cheeks. His back feels the warmth of my chest while above him, the
man's heaviness presses down. A sweaty smell fills his nose. Sexual excitement!

     Thump responds. He lifts himself slightly to align his hard cock over the
finger-sized erection. A gentle rhythm begins, man on boy. They stab each other
as if doing battle. I attack this youth from behind. Oh, it is joyous to be part
of a loving male triad!

     That was my hope for Crying Loon. If that boy were willing, he'd have tied
his cock to Smiles A Lot's and mine to form a loving male triad. We would have
brought that youth up into manhood from our Mahyee-na teachings. My dream was
shattered. He is gone! I'm feeling empty without his spirit sharing my body.

     Day Rabbit cries out. From our Connection, I enjoy his sharp thrills that
come quick and are longer lasting when Thump stabs down over the boy while I
stab up into his butt. The sensation is overwhelming the youth. He wails again
and again. My butt humps over the ground to drive myself deeper through his
tight slimy ass. We're clutching the man's flexing cheeks, feel his building
pleasure that becomes very intense.

     Thump growls when his cock releases. I cry out when seeding Day Rabbit.
Our male joy differs from the boy's. His erection surges too, almost painfully
but it doesn't quite reach the height of our adult ecstasy before fading to a
pleasant glow of male relief.

     I'm gasping for breath. Thump notices my distress so he topples our bodies
to the ground. My right arm is pinned under them. Day Rabbit continues to stab
against the man, desperately trying to achieve what we felt by seeding. I touch
the left side of his face. The boy feels like he has a fever. He holds a breath
then releases it with a sharp outcry, pausing only a moment to gasp for air
before attacking the man again with his stiff pole.

     "Rest, Day Rabbit." The boy answers my plea after his next climax. He
pants for breath in our arms. I Send our male relief to this youth to calm him.
His heated body slows between us.

     I'm kissing Day Rabbit's neck, sucking his sweat into my mouth. My nose
fills with the sweetness from our sex-drained bodies. Cum covers the front of
the boy. Thump is kissing the youth's hair between breaths. I feel the love
bursting in his heart. We clutch each other for a while to rest.

     My cock eventually softens and slips from Day Rabbit's butt. I feel wetness
over my groin. Thump's eyes catch mine. I nod my readiness to end our embrace
so the man drops onto his back. My arms loosen so that Day Rabbit can get up.
He rises clumsily to his feet, clutching his butt when he walks around us to
stare down at our oozing cocks. He grins wickedly.

     "I've worn you both out!" Day Rabbit boasts. He shakes his little butt.

     I grab my limp cock and point it at him. "Get your butt over here and I'll
give you another ride." The boy shakes his head knowingly. Giggles at me. He's
still clutching his aching bottom when stepping over my feet.

     "I'm feeling very full," says Day Rabbit. He holds both cheeks together
with his hands to prevent his asshole from leaking.

     "Does your butt hurt a lot?" I ask with concern.

     "No. I want to keep it all inside me so that I'll grow up faster." The boy
steps over Thump's right leg, nearly tripping over him. He grimaces with pain.

     "When you feel the need to squat, don't push too hard!" I warn.

     "Maybe if I stick Crying Loon now, your sperm will shoot out of my dick!"

     I smile but my expression turns serious. "You are dear to me, Day Rabbit.
We shared more than the pleasure of our bodies." I point to my heart. The boy
nods his head with understanding.

     Day Rabbit stands tall with his legs pressed together, hands raised to the
sky in silent prayer. I lift my eyes unto Him and ask for His blessings too.
Father Sun has reached the height in His sky, filling my eyes with Light. I
take that as a sign from our Father. His smile for us.

     I slowly get to my feet. Oh, I'm feeling exhausted! Day Rabbit reaches out
to my waist with his little hands, supporting some of my weight. I grip the
boy's slim shoulders. Our eyes meet.

     "Will you be my monedo?" pleads Day Rabbit.

     "Yes. As Big Horn was for me. He helped guide me on this same path that's
before you." The youth shrugs his shoulders. "Do you know what I mean?" I ask.

     "Kind of. I have a father to teach me how to track, hunt and craft weapons
I'll need to know when I'm a man. You're going to show me... other things."

     I nod my head. "How to love with your body and your heart. It's a different
path than what most boys will follow. The People don't understand who we are
and that's why it must be kept secret. So they won't fear us."

     "Will they kill you too, Willow Bird?"

     "No." I Sense this boy's fear. He's thinking about what had happened to
Smiles A Lot when they found out he was Mahyee-na. "Thump will protect me."

     "Even from the Darkness?" Day Rabbit whispers.

     My eyes widen. I Peer very deep in this boy's head to learn what he knows.
There's been a lot of talk in camp after I ran away. Our chief and war leader
Oaken Strength had spoken strong words about me, that I'm to be the next shaman
of our tribe who has powerful medicine to protect the People from Darkness. How
I can Heal. Some say that's why I am so different. Day Rabbit heard all this
but kept what he knew about me deep in his heart.

     "You're in my head!"

     'Yes. Don't be frightened.'

     "I'm... not. How can you do that, Willow Bird?"

     I open myself to this youth. Show him the Light of our Father that's
inside me. His guiding Hand. Day Rabbit lifts his eyes to my hair.

     "They say that His mark is upon you."

     I nod my head. The heavy burden of my People returns to my shoulders.

     "I'll stand with you when... I'm older. Like Thump," promises Day Rabbit.

     'I have Seen this. You will be a Guardian of the Mahyee-na and teach boys
what you've been shown. Special boys who are like us.'

     Day Rabbit lowers his eyes. "I think so. But that's many summers from now."

     I laugh. "You'll have to wait until you're all grown up. Enjoy this time
as a boy. Be with Crying Loon and learn from him. And me." I'm dropping to my
knees and I kiss Day Rabbit's belly. He smells sweet there.

     "You really like me?"

     "Yes, Day Rabbit. As if you were my own son."

     "I already have a father. But I know what you mean. He couldn't teach me
love things because it's taboo to do that with his son. I can lean from you,
Willow Bird. I'll keep it a secret."

     "That's good." I notice the boy's erection and give it a gentle kiss. He
feels a sharp thrill there. I'm tempted to suck on him but we've already done
much with each other. My body is too weary.

     Day Rabbit sighs. He turns around to have me kiss his little butt. I do so.
A kiss for each brown cheek. He smells of cum. A lot has been put inside this
youth that has given him a deep sense of completion. To have so much love. I
reach my arms around his waist and squeeze hard. His soft butt presses into my
face. I'm feeling happy for him, for myself that we have loved. Completely!

     "Now run back to camp. Don't tell anyone that you've seen us." Another
thought comes to me. "Ah. If you see Crying Loon, can you give him a message
from me?" Day Rabbit turns to me and nods. "Say that I've missed him as much as
he's missed me." A sly smile comes to my lips. I doubt this youth realizes the
full meaning to my words. In the days ahead, I'm sure they'll be enjoying
moments together as healthy boys.

     I watch the boy streak towards camp. My eyes fall to his little butt.
Thump turns to me with a serious look on his face.

     'You performed adult acts with that boy,' he gestures. 'He is not ready.'

     I release a long sigh. "My lover had warned me about this same thing. Yet
Day Rabbit accepts what we did with him, craved for our love. He had shared
love with Smiles... my companion, and he proved himself ready to be Mahyee-na."

     'Do you not worry about the boy's father? What is his name - Iron Bow? Did
he not help that painted brave take your lover to the Split Tribe to be killed?'

     "Yes. They despised our male love and thought by returning that enemy brave
to the tribe who'd captured him was in our tribe's best interests. They were
trying to prevent the tension between our two Peoples from erupting into war."

     'It also served to separate the two of you. Willow Bird, are you not mad
at those two men?'

     "Yes. But I understand why they did it. I've... forgiven them, Thump." The
man goes into deep thought. He glances at me a few times and when I think he's
going to raise his hands again for gesturing, he doesn't. They remain over his
belly. Hands folded. Silent.

     I think he's unsettled after doing so much with that youth. He lusts for
boys as I do but has trouble admitting it to himself. Day Rabbit was more than
willing. So sweet! I glance down at my cock sleeping over my balls, empty of
sperm. Ah...

     I get to my feet and lay next to Thump. I've some concerns of my own that
need to be voiced. Actually, better if we Share our thoughts. I grasp the man's
hand. 'You've had sex with two boys this day, not including myself. How are
you feelings about this? Do you feel anything strong for Swift-rabbit?'

     Thump tries pulling his hand away. I relax my fingers to allow him. Yet he
decides to Share his thoughts but it's an effort. This man is not used to
revealing his heart to others.

     'Day Rabbit is too young for what we... did together.'

     I sense the man's desire for boys, even young ones with tight butts but it
makes him feel like a bad person. 'He was willing! Don't deny your feelings.'

     'I admit my lust for that youth. Swift-rabbit can give me more though. He
will soon be named a brave and can hunt with me, go into battle and he thinks
like an adult. A maturity that you lack.'

     I'm stung. I can't hide it from Thump because of our Connection while his
thoughts and feelings cannot be hidden from me. Truth. That's sometimes hard to
accept but I'd rather that than to be given a sweet lie.

     'I know of your concerns about Swift-rabbit. It touches my heart that you
worry I'll be hurt if he is using me. I'm a man. I can take care of myself in
this matter, not blinded by lust for his nice ass or the sweet words he spoke
to me in the river. The coming moon will be a test of his sincerity.'

     'What test?' Thump reveals his plan and it was as I suspected. Even if the
boy proves himself false in heartfelt love, this man will enjoy using his body,
to dominate it as much as Swift-rabbit likes to submit to a strong man. That's
a kind of relationship I've not ever considered. I prefer gentler love.

     'You dominate lesser males too, Willow Bird.'

     'Not in the want of violence as you! A young boy is given my guidance in
love, life and yes, sex. But I don't enjoy causing pain.'

     'Swift-rabbit likes getting raped.'

     Concern fills me. 'Are you not acting out your frustration and great anger
when those enemy warriors raped Grass-bender and killed him!'

     'That may be so. Do you not turn to younger boys because you've had to
grow up without a father, the poorest tipi in your tribe with no chance to feel
equal with boys of your own age?

     'But I don't act from anger!' Thump pulls his hand away. We glare at each
other for a few heartbeats until I take a breath to cool my burning heart.

     'I am sorry,' gestures Thump. 'We are very different, you and I.'

     "That strengthens me. You provide me with life's experiences that makes me
reconsider my own path. It has been difficult to walk."

     'You haven't lost your way yet.'

     I give Thump a weak grin. I'm feeling tired so I lay my head over the
man's chest and he cradles me, stroking my hair that eases me into sleep.


     Day Rabbit lays over me, kissing my chest in his attempt to coax my male
response. My cock remains limp. He reaches between our bellies and sticks his
erection into my foreskin. I feel penetration. Like getting my asshole stuck.

     He stabs me again and again. Intense thrills building in him until the boy
cries out. He's not squirting but I am, sperm flowing into his pole to fill his
small balls from mine. That satisfies this youth. He runs away with his stolen
gift to find someone to pass it to.

     Crying Loon lets the boy stick in his butt. He's expecting a lengthy
mounting but Day Rabbit smiles secretly to himself when his pole gushes. That
was my male strength he's given.

     They're facing each other. Arms wrapped tightly around to make them one
body, same sexed. I peek between their groins. No dicks? My dream becomes
clearer. My seed enters the older girl below. Fulfilling her desire and that
of her husband's. New life stirs in her womb. My child.


     I'm shaken awake. Thump pulls me from the ground and steadies me with his
right arm around my waist. My head is still feeling sleepy. The dream fades...

     Drums! Drums are beating across the river. It is a war rhythm that sends a
cold chill through my heart! Thump grabs our breechclouts and we quickly don
them. He wields his stone club. Our eyes meet. We both know that something has
stirred the Split Tribe. Their anger is heard in the drums.

     I fly along the river bank. Thump behind me. We come upon a swelling line
of armed warriors from my tribe. They are angry. Frightened. Across the river
they point with an excitement for battle.

     "Willow Bird!" a man shouts.

     It is Oaken Strength. I raise my right hand to him in greeting but the
warrior is distracted by shouts coming from his men. They're answering the
taunting from across the river. Split Tribe warriors have raised their spears,
tomahawks pound against shields that echo their loud angry war drums.

     A few of our braves step into the river. Flint daggers drawn. Shouting.
Oaken Strength commands them to return to the bank but his voice is like thin
smoke in the wind. I catch his eyes on me. Pleading? He shouts again at his men
and reluctantly, they return.

     "They want to war with us!" says Catch-fish-with-arrows. He was one of the
braves who'd entered the river.

     "No. They only taunt us," answers Oaken Strength. He raises his hands to
his men to get their attention. "It is foolish to struggle across the river
before doing battle. Let them come to us."

     I push through the crowd of warriors until I'm standing beside Oaken
Strength. All of his attention is focused on keeping control of his men.
There's a lot of shouting. They brandish weapons at the Split Tribe. Much
anger. I reach for the war leader's arm and Connect our thoughts.

     'How did this come about?' I Send. Oaken Strength flinches at my touch but
he turns to me with a worried look in his eyes.

     'I do not know.'

     Men are running past the tipis of my tribe to join us. They are Tagalou,
Woods Tribesmen and those whom I'd brought from the Moss-bowl. Our warriors
welcome their strength at arms. The shouting grows like a coming storm.

     Oaken Strength commands his men to be still. I add my voice to his but
it's like pleading at a raging waterfall to stop its flow. The press of bodies
are pushing us towards the river. It will lead to battle. They must be stopped!

     I raise my arms, shouting, and utter a Power Word. "Be still!" I command.
The effect is swift and unbelievable. Men turn to me with startled looks on
their faces where before there was anger.

     "Do not enter the river!" commands Oaken Strength. He points at someone
at the back of the crowd.

     Our chief comes. Men stand back to allow his passage through their ranks.
He is not armed. I note the deep worry lines in his face, such an old face. It
seems that he's aged during my absence. It fills my heart with woe.

     "Do as your war leader has asked," says Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-
others. "We are not looking to war with our Split Tribesmen."

     Silence. The warriors across the river have stopped shouting but drums
continue to beat. A brave raises his right hand.

     "They mean to do battle with us," says Catch-fish-with-arrows.

     Some of the warriors grunt with agreement. Oaken Strength raises his fist
in warning. I fear that the calm, dearly won will break. Shakes-like-the-ground
comes to my side. His face is graven when he looks at me. I share his concern.

     "I did not bring men from the Moss-bowl for this!" I plead. "Our enemies
are the Spear-bearing warriors and the Shew-owa. Not them," while pointing at
the Split Tribe. "They must see this as a provocation on our part. My brother
must be summoned and told what is happening so that he can assure their chiefs."

     "He would not come," whispers Oaken Strength.

     I turn to him. The truth is seen in his eyes along with fear. Something
has happened to my brother! I must learn what it is. "I'll go across the river."

     "They will kill you too, Willow Bird," says Catch-fish-with-arrows.

     The brave's voice almost sounded like he wants this. I glance at the men
around me. Many shake their heads but a few glare at me, their hope that I'll
be so foolish as to join my lover in death. I am drawn to do this thing. Not
for death but to speak with the Split Tribe Chiefs so they'll put an end to
this foolishness. I also need to know that my brother is safe.

     Thump stands in my way when I turn towards the river. His eyes flare in
warning. He does not want me to go across. Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-others
grabs my arm. A Connection is made between us. In a flurry of thoughts and
images, I explain what must be done. He's assured that I am not seeking my
death but to save all of us from a terrible tragedy.

     "Go, Willow Bird. Assure their chiefs that we don't want war."

     I hear gasps of surprise. Thump stands aside, sadly, and a way is opened
before me to the river. I peer across, trembling. Many Split Tribe warriors
are over there. When they see me step into the water, a great roar comes from
them. They brandish weapons. I would be killed if I meet them.

     Fear grips my heart. I turn to look back at my chief and to my surprise,
he smiles. He lifts his eyes to the sky. I realize what he wants me to do!

     My legs bend. I leap into the air and feel the Change coming over me. My
arms pull into my sides. Legs shortening while my body becomes light and small.
I take flight to the sky as a golden eagle. My cry of joy pierces the air when
soaring over the heads of my People, circling a few times before heading across
the river.

     In only a few heartbeats I reach the far bank. High above the heads of
Split Tribe warriors who look up at me, beyond reach of spear or arrows. I pass
them by. I'm flying over their tipis in my hurried search. I seek the chiefs
of this tribe who hold council inside their four joined tipis.

     There it is! I pull my wings to my body and fall, soaring down through
the smoke hole and settle on the ground. I Will myself to come back. Men are
gasping, pointing at me with wide eyes while I'm recovering from my flight.

     A warrior grabs my arm. I snarl at him like an angry bear and he backs
off. My eyes close a moment from the great weariness I'm experiencing. I clutch
the small bundle hanging down from my neck. The acorn stirs within.

     I'm feeling my strength returning. I remain on my knees, hands lowering
to them when facing the Chiefs of the Split Tribe.

     "Willow Bird?" asks one of the chiefs.

     I nod my head. "I've come in peace. Will you listen to what I have to say?"

     "He is a Trickster!" a warrior warns.

     I turn to the man who had tried grabbing my arm earlier. There's fear in
his eyes so I'm slowly shaking my head. "Tash-o-gwa is the Trickster who wants
us to war with each other. I am acting to bring peace."

     One of the chiefs asks, "Then why have you summoned allies? We have seen
warriors from the Moss-bowl Tribe, the Tagalou and even from the Woodlands on
your side of the river. You want to avenge your lover's death."

     Pain squeezes my heart when remembering what they'd done to Smiles A Lot.
I ignore what he's said. "Chiefs of the Split Tribe. Our enemies our coming!
The Spear-bearing warriors joined by their allies, the Shew-owa have been
spurred into war by Tash-o-gwa. That one is a Trickster who serves the Darkness-
that-comes." I see the old men making a warding off gesture to the evil I've
spoken of.

     The chiefs talk amongst themselves. I can only catch a few words. The
head Chief seems to support me but he's opposed by two others, their eyes are
filled with much suspicion for me. I am addressed by one of them.

     "We've seen no signs of them. Only the war party you have rallied."

     "They have come to my tribe to meet our enemies!" The lodge quiets so
that they can hear my explanation. I take in a deep breath. "A Shew-owa scout
was captured by the Yheel-ar who dared so far a trespass into their land. Under
torture, he revealed that his warriors are but two days away. I've also Seen
this. Oh, chiefs! Turn your anger towards them. The Kalinlepi are your
brothers in war along with the Moss-bowl, Tagalou and two Woodlands Tribes.
With your strength added to ours, they will be turned away."

     The chiefs turn to each other muttering amongst themselves again. I still
hear some doubt so I add, "My father tried rejoining our People into one great
tribe. That sacred task has fallen to his sons: Second Bird and myself. Have
we not proven our good intent when a few of our tribesmen made a joyous
reunion over the sandbar?"

     The Chief of the chiefs lifts his right hand. "That is so, Willow Bird.
And war nearly broke out between us when Fire-singes-his-hair's son was found
murdered in our tribe. Your brother convinced us to act to show our innocence
instead of fear."

     "Tash-o-gwa killed that boy in the hope that we'd fight amongst ourselves,"
I explain. "When that failed, he tried taking Stand Tall's son."

     "You prevented that child's murder," says the Chief.

     A young brave rushes into the lodge. He's out of breath but manages to
point at me with wide eyes.

     "He... flew over the... river. A bird!"

     I'm feeling everyone's eyes upon me. A few may have seen my drop through
this lodge's smoke hole as an eagle but his words prove that I'd flown here.
I nod my head. "I have come here on behalf of Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-
others of the Kalinlepi. I will be shaman of my tribe. Our Father has chosen
me to walk in His Light."

     "We recognize your power." The lesser chiefs nod in agreement.

     Tears are running down my face. In a low voice, "I have tried to act for
our People. Even when they've shown anger and fear." I'm weeping for my lover.
It's difficult to be strong before those who have caused me so much pain.

     Someone else enters the lodge. We turn to see who it is and I am trying to
control my anger. The shaman of the Split Tribe comes to me with his rattle
wielded in his hand like a weapon.

     "Are you still being possessed by that enemy scout?" he rasps.

     I slowly get to my feet. The Chief says something but I drown out his
words when addressing the shaman. "No. You nearly cast his spirit to the
Underworld. He was not acting in dominance over me but from fright."

     The shaman shakes his rattle violently at me. I step to him with my right
hand over his to stop it. 'I was given the red breechclout to wear.' I Send.

     "You?"

     'Deep-roots-that-whisper from the Moss-bowl Tribe has told me that the
circle of shamans have chosen me. I act in the Light of our Father.' His mind
turns to their secret council and I catch a glimpse of what lies ahead for me.
Their hopes. The trials some have Seen that I'm yet to face.

     "Willow Bird has come to stop us from making war with the Kalinlepi,"
says the Chief. "He tells us that Spear-bearing warriors joined by the Shew-owa
are coming."

     I Send images to the shaman of what I've learned. His rattle lowers to
his side but my hand continues clutching it. 'My shaman suffered a head wound
from Tash-o-gwa, an evil Trickster who wants to rub our People out. Why have
you not gone to... your brother (I've just learned this by peering in his head)
to tend to him?'

     The old man's eyes grow wide. I learn something else. This man's terrible
secret that was only known between him and his brother. I'm staggering back
from him. I glance at the chiefs and realize that they don't know about it!
Fear is seen in the shaman's eyes. He lowers them from me when he speaks.

     "Willow Bird is the Chosen one, my chiefs. He appears to be but a boy. He
is in need of training so I will go across the river to help their shaman."

     I've been watching the shaman's eyes when he spoke. I know how difficult
that was to offer help to his brother - the man who loved a woman he'd chosen
for his own. That's what started the strife amongst the People until our tribes
were split.

     I turn to the chiefs sitting around their fire. "Where is my brother?"

     "He is with Stands Tall, in his tipi."

     The Chief raises his hands. "Let Stands Tall's rank will be restored to
him!" All the other chiefs nod their heads in agreement.

     I've gleaned that Second Bird was put under guard because they questioned
his loyalties. Stands Tall suffered that same fate when he passed me through
his tribe's guards at the river (against his chiefs' orders) so that I could
go to my lover before he died. "Please let me see them!"

     "Go, in peace, Willow Bird. And take Second Bird and our shaman back with
you to your tribe."

     "I thank you." The shaman is at my side when we leave the chiefs' lodge.
My heart is feeling glad. I'll be seeing my brother and most of all, Stands
Tall's son. I miss not having held Running Wolf in my arms these many days!

     Split Tribesmen have crowded before the lodge. Some point at me with awe
in their eyes. And fear. I walk proudly with their shaman through camp. We
come to a tipi with two warriors standing before it. They wield spears.

     "Stands Tall!" shouts the shaman upon the door.

     That warrior lifts the covering to his tipi's entrance and peeks out. He
sees me. Relief fills his face when I smile at him.

     "Your rank as war leader has been restored. Go to the river and enact the
orders of our chiefs. There will be no war with our Kalinlepi brothers!"

     The guards turn to their shaman with surprise. Stands Tall comes out. He
lifts his shoulders and addresses them.

     "Come with me!"

     After a moment's hesitation, they follow Stands Tall to the river. I slip
into the tipi and find my brother sitting with Running Wolf. My heart bursts
to see them! Before I can embrace my brother, the boy leaps into my arms. He
holds me close with tears of relief in his eyes. I'm feeling the darkness that
had covered his heart being drawn away. He has missed me terribly. Feared that
I would never return. That nearly had his spirit slipping away.

     "Willow Bird!" the boy cries. "You've come back!"

     I feel another set of arms around me. Second Bird's thoughts fill my head.
I'm answering his many questions. He learns of my forgiveness and offers me his.
At this moment, I feel that I've finally come home. I'm holding my brother as
if never letting him go. Admits tears, we have happy smiles on our faces.

     Running Wolf turns to a more comfortable position in my lap. His soft
butt presses against my thigh. I bury my face in his hair, breathing him in.
This boy is the One who will follow in my footsteps both as shaman and as
leader of the Mahyee-na. I love him so much! Not as my mate Smiles A Lot was
to me but the son I've never had.

     In a flash, I See what will come to pass. This boy is soon going to take
on my responsibilities. My eyes will peer out from his. It's an unsettling
feeling that sends a cold chill down my spine.

     My brother has Heard my thoughts. He confirms this boy as my chosen One.
I learn that they've spoken about me (when Running Wolf's father was summoned
to the chiefs' lodge for a lengthy questioning) and when I'm Peering more
deeply in their heads, I See that they've exchanged more than words between
them. It stirs my loins.

     Second Bird's love for this youth was what kept his spirit from fading
during my absence. Relief fills me. I reveal my gratitude and Feel their shy
smiles in them. Running Wolf even Shows me what they did together. How they
embraced love with kisses, a tight embrace and the few times the boy managed
to coax my brother into seeding against his belly and in his little butt.

     I'm glancing towards the door. The shaman has chosen to stay outside the
tipi and for that, I am glad. Running Wolf Asks where his father has gone.

     'The Chiefs have restored him to war leader of your People,' I Send.

     'That good. He is a strong man, wise to keep the peace.'

     'Yes, Running Wolf.' I direct my thoughts at Second Bird, informing him
that the Spear-bearing warriors have been joined by the Shew-owa to make war
on us in two days.

     'You will defeat their Trickster!' Sends Running Wolf.

     I'm heartened by the boy's belief in me but I am as yet untrained to do
battle with the Evil One's servant.

     "I am sorry about Smiles A Lot," whispers Second Bird.

     My face rubs against Running Wolf's hair to clear my eyes of tears. Yet
I am not ashamed. The two people I love most are with me.

     "I saw to his body," adds Second Bird.

     My plea is Sent to my brother and he Shows me what was done. That evening
after his death and over the strong objections of his tribesmen who wanted to
cast my lover's body into the river, he and Stands Tall brought him into the
woods. His body was burned in the custom of his People. I know that his spirit
had already been releases and was tied to mine. That was until the Split Tribe
shaman's exorcism nearly cast him Down.

     'Brother! Forgive me for I did not know what was happening. The shaman had
acted to rid you of his angry spirit that was possessing you. I am sorry...'

     'He was not lost,' I explain. I'm Showing my brother what had happened when
Smiles A Lot's spirit had raged in me. Ring Boy's spirit kept him from being
cast to the Underworld. I Felt my lover's presence, but couldn't speak with him
yet he helped me with Healing. My joy fades when I recall losing our bond a few
days ago. It happened after I Healed that Shew-owa scout who would have died.

     That man's words of farewell haunt me. He spoke them in Shew-owa when we
had parted in the woods. I know that my brother had lived amongst their People
for a time and he would know the meaning to them. I wet my lips before uttering
his last words: "Ent, ah ee-em plah teh."

     "Are you sure that's what he said?" asks Second Bird.

     I Sense my brother's reluctance to Mind Speak with me. Spoken words will
suffice. "Yes. What do they mean?" He lowers his eyes and takes a deep breath.

     "He was mocking you, Willow Bird. Even after you saved him from death."

     I'm stunned. That scout had promised to return to his warriors and warn
them about the trees that would protect my tribe. To stop the war. And I had
believed him!

     "Please tell me what he said," I beg. Second Bird lifts his eyes to me.

     "It is the kind of farewell a man gives to his wife before going off on a
long hunt or to battle. The promise that he'll return to her. That enemy scout
was promising you that he will meet you again. Not in a loving way."

     That enemy scout hopes to repay my kindness by killing me if we should
meet again? Anger fills me. I was foolish for Healing him!

     "Maybe he really liked you," says Running Wolf.

     The words from an innocent. He's not seen the horrors of battle, death
and the hatred I have in the eyes of my enemies. Yet a part of my heart agrees
with this boy. I face my brother again.

     "Translate word-for-word what he said to me. Please!"

     Second Bird releases a sigh. "It is a saying amongst the Shew-owa that my
uttering won't render properly. He said, "Love, I return we smile."

     The tiny hairs lift at the back of my neck. My brother realizes too that
those words can have another meaning almost beyond belief!

     "He cannot be Smiles A Lot," says Second Bird.

     "Yes, it can! He helped me work that difficult Healing and I Felt the
loosening of that scout's spirit. I thought he'd died. Yet when morning came,
he was alive and staring at me in a peculiar way. He told me that he'd try to
stop the war. Would a man who's been tortured by his enemies say that?"

     "What are you saying, Willow Bird?"

     "My lover's spirit is in that man's body." Second Bird stares at me for a
moment then lowers his eyes, shutting them tight.

     "You are giving in to your grief, my brother. Your hope that he's..."

     I grasp my brother's hand. 'He is alive! Why would that enemy scout say
those particular words instead of making it plain that he would kill me?'

     'Why didn't Smiles A Lot simply gesture that it was him?' he counters.

     My brother is right. Why didn't my lover reveal that his spirit had taken
that man's body after he'd died? I recall how he'd been tortured by the Woods
Tribe. Just like Smiles A Lot had been tortured. And killed. Perhaps he feared
that if I knew it was him, I'd not let him go. He could have been recaptured
and killed yet again to my horror! That would have broken me. He knew this,
and by assuming that Shew-owa scout's body, he'd be able to warn his warriors
about the trees that protect my tribe. Try to dissuade them from making war.

     'I do not know what to believe.'

     I squeeze my brother's hand. 'I do. If Smiles A Lot's spirit could reside
in my body after death, then why not in that Shew-owa man's? I Felt someone's
spirit taking Flight after death. My lover's spirit made that body his own after
helping me Heal it.'

     'Makes sense to me,' Thinks Running Wolf. 'Smiles A Lot was not meant to
die. Our Father allowed you to hold his spirit until another body could be found
for him. I see your terrible wound, Willow Bird. It hurts me to feel it.'

     I'm surprised by the boy's wisdom. Yet his thoughts strengthen my burning
hope that my lover is alive. I must seek him out! Second Bird doesn't know if
he believes that has happened. He wants it to be so. A deep breath is taken into
my lungs when I'm feeling the heavy burden on my shoulders to protect my People
from the coming war. Finding Smiles A lot must wait until after that is done.

     The shaman pokes his head into our tipi. I'm struggling to my feet while
Running Wolf continues to clutch me. I turn the boy along the right side of my
body, holding him to me with my hand under his butt. We go outside. Second Bird
stands at my left.

     "I must fetch my healing pouch from my tipi," the shaman says.

     We follow the old man through camp. A crowd of People watch our passage
in silence. They stand aside for us, a mixture of awe and fear is seen on
their faces that makes me realize that everyone knows about my flight across
the river.

     The shaman enters his tipi while we wait outside. Running Wolf's thin
arms hang from my right shoulder. I Feel his joy to be with me. I'm very happy
too that we are together again.

     The old man comes back outside with a pouch. In silence, we make our way
towards the river. I raise my shoulders in pride during our walk. It's difficult
to see the People staring at me. Pride fills me for my accomplishment: peace
has been restored between our two tribes but at what cost? I have become a
person to be feared. They know! My face doesn't betray my regret for revealing
my powers.

     Stands Tall is with his men guarding the river. He rushes to me. Our
right hands lift in greeting but his eyes are falling over his son.

     "Your shaman will be tending to my shaman," I explain. "Second Bird will
assure my chief that peace has been restored between our People."

    "That is good, Willow Bird." Stands Tall glares at his son.

     Running Wolf continues hanging from my shoulder after I've let him go.
I push over his butt to try getting him to stand over the ground.

     "No. Want to be with Willow Bird!"

     The shaman is already entering the river. He turns back at us impatiently.
Second Bird stands between us and the old man. I face Stands Tall with a lump
in my throat.

     "Ah. Take him across for a visit, Willow Bird. It will put your People's
hearts at ease to see my son in your arms."

     Tears sting my eyes. "Thank you."

     Before Running Wolf's father can change his mind, I'm striding into the
river. Second Bird returns to my left side. He helps his shaman across. The
water reaches up to our waists and it is cold! We find a sandbar and walk over
it. In the distance, I hear the happy shouts from my People. It's very sweet.

     The sandbar ends and we're plunged into the river up to our chests. I'm
keeping a tight hold of Running Wolf. His face reveals no fear; only joy to be
with me. My eyes close to stop my tears. So much love fills my heart for this
little boy that I'm finding it difficult to control my emotions.

     We're struggling against the current, sometimes walking along the squishy
bottom but mostly by swimming. I'm enjoying the boy's slippery body against
mine. My right hand clutches his butt. From our Connection, we feel excitement
for each other. His erection slides over my hip. My cock is swelling. It's going
to be difficult not to be able to make love to each other as much as we crave.

     Men from my tribe rush to us in the shallows. Oaken Strength is amongst
them. I give my war leader a smile of assurance and he's nodding in approval.
We're surrounded by warriors. No weapons are brandished but I sense their fear.
At me? Can't they see that I've brought emissaries from the Split Tribe?

     We stride up the bank. Second Bird keeps holding the old man in his arm;
I'm noticing his exhaustion. I slowly turn to catch the eyes of all the men
around us. Some step back at my gaze, almost as if in fear of me. That pains
my heart.

     Catch-fish-with-arrows comes to my side. He looks me over with a frown
and it deepens on his lips when he sees the naked boy I'm clutching in my arms.
When it appears that he may try to snatch the youth from me, Thump comes to my
rescue. His strong hand grips the brave's shoulder. They glare at each other.
If it were to come to a fight between them, I'd know who would win.

     A boy struggles through the crowd. I see that it's Song bird! His face is
cheery and that helps lift my heart. He also notices the grim mood from the
men and to my surprise, raises his right hand and shouts with glee.

     "Willow Bird has restored the peace!"

     Oaken Strength adds his shout to the boy's. "Praise Willow Bird!"

     To my delight, all the men start lifting their right hands and they shout.
My shy eyes look at all their faces. My heart soars to hear them calling out my
name and I get my back slapped. This is a very proud moment for me.

     When the men have quieted down, I address my war leader. "The Split Tribe
shaman has come to heal our shaman. My brother comes to assure our chief that
his tribe will keep the peace. They will join us against our enemies!" More
glad shouting. I bask in their attention.

     Second Bird helps the old man walk through camp. I clutch Running Wolf in
my right arm when making our way to the shaman's lodge. I'm returning the
smiles of my People. Relief is seen in the women's faces. Their men disperse,
returning to their tipis to put away their weapons of war.

     As-a-crow is guarding the lodge's entrance. I raise my left hand to him
in greeting and it's returned.

     "I've heard all the shouting," he says. "All is well across the river?"

     I'm nodding my head with pride. "We are at peace with our Split brothers.
Ah. How is the shaman?" Guilt squeezes my heart for not checking on him earlier.

     "Iron Bow has been tending to him. But there's been no change in our
shaman since... you left." He pulls the door flap aside.

     I'm bending over when slipping through the doorway. My eyes need a moment
to adjust inside the darkened lodge. Second Bird brushes past me. He helps the
Split Tribe shaman reach our shaman who's lying near the fire. I spot Iron Bow
sitting with him.

     "Ah. Turn him around towards the fire so that I can check on his wound!"
the old man rasps. Iron Bow glares at him.

     "He is shaman of the Split Tribe who has come to help. Do as he says."
The warrior gets to his feet. Second Bird helps him pull the ground mat our
shaman is lying over closer to the fire. The old man kneels down. His hands
gently pull the elk skin bandage from his head.

     "Hmm. The wound has closed but why is there no painted medicine bandage
for his head?"

     "My... companion had made him one but that was almost ten fingers in days
ago. Our People are not skilled in healing."

     Iron Bow adds, "I have been giving our shaman a draught of willow's bark
to drink. For the pain."

     "Eiii! That's not good to give him for so many days!" barks the old man.
"Pain can be a good thing, to hurry the healing process and bring him back to
his senses."

     I carefully get down to my knees. Running Wolf sits over my thigh and he
looks at my shaman. He's sleeping. With the bandage removed, I can see the ugly
wound to the back of his head. It's no longer crusted with blood.

     "Has he spoken?" the Split Tribe shaman asks.

     "Yes," Iron Bow answers. "But his speech is slurred and more often, his
words make no sense."

     "Hmm." The old man opens his pouch. He tosses dried sage into the fire
and lifts his rattle.

     His ritual is disturbed when a man enters the lodge. It's Oaken Strength.
I turn to Second Bird, gesturing for him to go with my war leader and report
unto my chief. He does so.

     "Willow Bird! Go to the door and guard it."

     I lift Running Wolf in my arms and carry him across the lodge. As-a-crow
is told to prevent anyone from entering from without. The heavy door flap is
dropped between us. I turn inwards and sit at the door to watch the shaman's
ritual. For healing? or the rite of Seeking out evil influences? I don't know.

     Smiles A Lot would know. He was well ahead of me in training to be shaman.
Oh, how I miss him! I have the power but I am yet untrained to wield it.

     'You are hurting a lot, Willow Bird.'

     'Yes, Little One." I bury my face in his hair when tears come to me. My
arms tighten around the boy's slim body. We listen to the Split Tribe shaman's
rattling and he chants to its beat. Not in words that I can understand.

     Running Wolf squirms in my arms after a while. I let him go. He goes to
the door but stops, turning to me with pain in his eyes. Oh, he needs to piss.
I gesture for him to do that by the lodge wall. The boy grasps his pole. He
waters the ground and after finishing, kicks dirt to cover his wet spot. Then
he's rushing back to me.

     We embrace. Tightly. I give Running Wolf's behind a fond pat. He steps
back from me with an erection. There's a sparkling in his dark eyes. I look
past him at the chanting shaman. He has his back to us, engrossed in his ritual.

     The boy smiles. I see his love for me and the need for us to make love.
My hand trembles when making the sharp gesture for 'no'. He grabs my offending
hand. Takes it to the front of his body so that I can grasp his stiff pole.

     A pleasant blood rush goes into my cock from touching him. I give the boy's
erection a few pulls, Sharing in his thrills but I stop myself. He breathes in
deeply. Disappointment is seen on his face.

     Running Wolf turns around. To watch the Split Tribe shaman's ritual? No.
He's sticking his little butt at me. My hands go to it and I'm pulling his slim
body closer to my face. I breathe him in.

     Ah. The clean lime-smell of his skin. I'm kissing over his soft cheeks
that gets my cock throbbing with lust. He spreads his legs. Bends over so that
I can mouth deeper into his butt. My breath trembles. This is not the time nor
place for that so I pull his cheeks together.

     The boy turns to face me. I won't look at his eyes to avoid seeing his
disappointment again. He steps closer, sticks his erection against my lips. My
mouth opens to swallow his pole. I can't deny this youth's need.

     My hands slip around his small body. I feel his urgent humping while his
erection slips between my lips. The boy knows that I love him. Deeply! Yet he
needs to affirm our sexual bond as well.

     'We can't often be together!' the boy complains. 'Because of my father.'

     'Is it not enough for me to hold you?'

     'Yes... But you have a man's need that I want to satisfy. Please, Willow
Bird! We may not get the chance again.'

     Our ears fill with the shaman's rattling, assuring us that his attention
is not on us. I'm enjoying the boy's stabs through my mouth and I Sense his
nearing explosion. My cock aches but I scold myself. I've already satisfied it
in Day Rabbit's butt.

     'You have made love to another boy?' Asks Running Wolf.

     'Yes. He was in need of my instruction. Don't feel bad.'

     'I'm not. Try to let me stay the night with you!'

     I see a lusty image in Running Wolf's head. Him lying in my arms but not
to sleep. We make love in the deepest part of night when the others are resting,
unaware that our bodies are fit together like that first time when my arrows
Flew into him.

     The boy sucks in a sharp breath. I've felt his strong single throb in my
mouth. His hands pull over my hair. I give his soft butt a squeeze and relent
to his wishes. 'Okay. I'll try to keep you on this side of the river tonight.'

     'Good! I want you so much, Willow Bird!'

     Running Wolf pulls away. A string of my saliva breaks from his pole and
runs down my chin. There's a tense expression on the boy's face. I know that
my face is revealing the same thing for him: our deep love for one another and
the need to express it.

     I'm turning Running Wolf around. His body is aflame from the central fire
pit. I release my breath over his backside. The boy wiggles his butt to offer
himself completely to me. I'm feeling much lust for it. Yet I don't need him to
do that to prove our love. He holds a special place in my heart. Not as my
lover (I'm still aching for Smiles A Lot!) but as a completion to myself. More
than a second self like my brother is to me. Ah. I can't explain it. This boy
is me somehow. We're both feeling the need to be utterly together.

     I'm pulling over Running Wolf's slim hips to get him sitting in my lap.
My arms go around the boy. Lovingly. He snuggles against my right shoulder.
I feel his breaths. Love bursts in my heart for him! I'm tightening our embrace,
trying to make us one body. It is almost a pain that we cannot!

     I close my eyes, soothed by the shaman's rattling. I'm content to hold
Running Wolf in my arms. This moment together with him lasting as if forever.


     I'm startled awake by the quiet. Giggling.

     'You were snoring, Willow Bird!'

     I look towards the low burning fire. The Split Tribe shaman is spreading
a paste he's made over my shaman's head wound. At his side is a painted cloth.
He reverently takes up the ends of it, wrapping it around his head. Then the
man's shoulder's slump in exhaustion.

     My eyes lift to the lodge's smoke hole. Evening has come. I'm feeling my
stomach rumbling with hunger and Running Wolf acknowledges that he's hungry
too. The Split Tribe shaman turns to us. I rush to my feet.

     "Eh, Willow Bird. Can you prepare some soup?"

     I set Running Wolf down. There's a clay pot beside the fire pit and when
lifting it, my hand feels the weight of it. I take a sniff. Iron Bow must have
prepared a meal for his shaman before our arrival. I place it in the coals.

     "How is my shaman?" I ask.

     "Hmm. There are no evil influences at work but he'd suffered a bad blow to
his head. It will take many moons for him to recover."

     "Smiles A... My companion had warned us about a weakness to the right side
of his body. That he may not recover his strength there."

     "That may prove so. He is old, like I am. Our bodies weaken and cannot
easily recover from a bad injury."

     I catch something odd in his eyes. I'm distracted from gleaning the
meaning to that when I turn to Running Wolf. He's pissing by the lodge wall.
The old man is smiling when I glance back at him.

     "You are much taken by Stands Tall's son."

     "Yes. He is the One." I'm startled by my boldness!

     "Willow Bird. What did shaman Deep-roots-that-whisper tell you?"

     "About..." Ah. He refers to the circle of shamans. Will he reveal what
their plans are for me? The old man jerks his head in Running Wolf's direction.
He's referring to that boy?

     The shaman closes his eyes when going deep into his memories. He speaks.
"The Yheel-ar Tribe's shaman was given a vision many winters ago. He Saw that
the One will come to protect us from the growing Darkness. Not a mighty warrior
or aged shaman but as a small naked boy."

     "Running Wolf?" I ask.

     We both turn to look at the youth. He's kicking at the dirt.

     "It could be him. You, Willow Bird, bear the mark of our Father on you.
He has given you power. But you do not fit in with that shaman's prophecy."

     My voice is trembling. "What did he See?" I'm hoping that Running Wolf
will stay away for a moment longer so that this man will tell me.

     "A young boy, wise beyond his years will give battle to the Dark One. He
will possess great strength but not in limb. A powerful spirit! He'll fly as
free as a bird, swim like an otter and roam the forest as a bear. His hands
will Heal injuries both in flesh and of heart. His words will fill your head."

     "Those are my abilities," I'm whispering.

     "Yes. But they came to you only this summer?"

     I'm nodding my head. Running Wolf is walking towards us. In a rush, I say:
"I've chosen that boy to succeed me as shaman and he will be the next leader of
the Mahyee-na."

     Before the old man can ask me about that, Running Wolf shyly approaches.
He glances at the shaman before coming to sit in my lap. My arms go around him.

     "He will walk in your footsteps, Willow Bird."

     Running Wolf turns his head at me. He knows we've been talking about him.
I prevent our Connection though. The shaman goes to the fire pit. He fetches the
boiling pot and pours soup into a wooden bowl. This he takes to my shaman.

     "What did he tell you?" asks Running Wolf.

     "Shh. I'll tell you later." The Split Tribe shaman tries awakening my
shaman but he doesn't stir from his sleep. Disappointment is on his aged face.
I look at the both of them. Old men do they appear but I see the resemblance.
They are brothers, or were many years ago before our tribe was split.

     The old man blows over the hot soup. He often peers down at my shaman,
shaking him but he doesn't stir. The sadness grows in him. I realize that he
was hoping to speak with his brother. Those long years must be wearing heavily
in his heart.

     I strain to reach for an empty bowl. Running Wolf gets it for me and I
help him fill it with soup. Steam rises from it. I'm blowing to cool it, both
our stomachs are rumbling in anticipation. The bowl is held at the boy's mouth
so that he can sip. Then I take my turn eating.

     I place our empty bowl down. Running Wolf turns to press his weary head
against my breast. I'm gently stroking his hair. A lullaby comes to me so I
softly hum it to help put the boy to sleep.

     The old man is peering at us. I'm glancing back, trying to read his face.
Does he approve of our love?

     A man calls his name out at the door. It's my chief. The Split Tribe
shaman bids him to enter and I smile at He-who-walks-beyond-all-others when
he passes by me. The two old man converse. I'm trying to catch what they're
saying but their words are low whisperings. Running Wolf continues to sleep in
my arms.

     My chief peers at me. I sense that he wants to talk so I'm reaching in
the boy's head to deepen his sleep before carrying him to where the two men
are sitting by the glowing embers.

     "Willow Bird. That is the boy you rescued from the plains fire?" he asks.

     I nod my head.

     "He is Stands Tall's son," adds the shaman in a low voice. "His father is
war leader of my tribe."

     "So I have heard," answers the chief. "Ah. Second Bird has returned to his
tribe." He shows concern in his eyes.

     Thank you, my brother! I find my voice. "I'll see this boy safely across
tomorrow. I'd like to remain here for the night. In case my shaman awakens so
that I can help pass words between him and his brother."

     I see my chief's eyes flaring. Not because of the boy. My mentioning that
these two shamans are brothers was what had surprised him. That I know.

     "Ah, yes. Be sure that you greet Smoke That Doesn't Lie before he leaves.
He wants to thank you properly for finding his son."

     "What's this?" asks the Split Tribe shaman.

     My chief tells him about Squirrel Tail becoming lost in our woods. That I
returned him to his father. No mention is made about the evil trees that had
attacked us. For that, I am glad.

     "You are often finding lost boys, Willow Bird?"

     I'm feeling embarrassed by the shaman's question. I can only nod my head.
The two men return to conversing with each other. Not in a language that I can
understand. It reminds me of the shaman's secret tongue. I'm gently rocking
Running Wolf in my arms. They're aching a bit for having held him for so long
but any pain is worth enduring to keep this boy close to me. I love him so!

     A yawn comes from my lips. I close my eyes and feel the need for sleep.
I'm startled by a hand over my left shoulder. It's my chief. He gestures for
me to find a place by the far wall to lay down.

     I slowly rise to my feet. I'm taking careful steps through the lodge,
past some drums when I stumble over a thick animal's hide. Bear by the smell
of it. My eyes widen when realizing that this was Big Horn's. My shaman had
kept his things for me after he died. With my left hand, I pull the shaggy
hide towards the wall.

     It's very dark here. I hold the sleeping boy in my right arm while folding
the bearskin in half. I'm slipping inside it. Running Wolf is laid down on his
right side, towards the parting halves with me close behind him. He doesn't
stir from sleep. I clutch his slim chest with my left hand. My head rests over
my right arm.

     I'm glad that I'll be sleeping with Running Wolf. Almost, I felt having
the approval of my chief who knows of my love for boys. The shaman, too.
Another yawn escapes my lips. I close my eyes and sleep takes me.


     I awaken with empty arms. I'm feeling for Running Wolf but don't find him!
There's a faint glow in the lodge. I hear wood crackling. No sign of the boy.
Someone is whispering. It's a high-pitched voice and a man's low voice answers
him. I can't make out their words.

     The fire casts its red glow over the drums. Their shadows dance over the
ground, mesmerizing me. I breathe in deeply. The smell of burning wood is
soothing, a strong reminder of home.

     I'm feeling a pang of regret for not sleeping in my mother's tipi. That's
been my boyhood home. I realized how small it was when returning from the
plains with my brother. A shabby dwelling. I've been on a hunt with As-a-crow
to provide meat and an elk skin hide for her. That's a son's duty. I know that
my mother misses not having me eating with her. Our talks afterwards.

     A smile comes to my lips when remembering seeing Song Bird today. What he
did for me. He had changed the grim fearful mood of our warriors to one of joy.
How they shouted in praise after my return from the Split Tribe! Thank you, my
brother. He is proving himself to be a chief's son even if it's only in name.

     I wonder how Crying Loon is doing? I've not seen him since my return from
the Moss-bowl Tribe. Has Day Rabbit given him my message? A sly smiles comes
to my lips.

     The faces of my other friends come to me: Thump, who is my Protector. He
proved himself today by keeping Catch-fish-with-arrows from grabbing my boy.
Whey did he try? Worried that I may rape that youth? I smile. Little does he
know that Running Wolf wants that done to him!

     I notice that it has grown quiet in the lodge. My ears strain for their
whisperings but there are none. I'm startled when something cold presses
against my chest. It's a little hand.

     "You feel hot, Willow Bird."

     I laugh with relief. "This bearskin..." The boy's hand runs across my
belly until he's clutching my front flap. It's pulled from my thong belt. He
slips inside with me, pressing his cold cheeks against my cock. I'm limp. But
not for long. I feel it stiffening, a swift rising into the crack of his butt.
I make the Connection between us.

     'My shaman has given us his blessing,' Sends Running Wolf.

     'To be together?'

     'Yes. He wants you to pass your strength into me to fulfill some prophecy
or something.'

     I recall what the shaman had told me earlier. That this boy is the One.

     'That is what he's told me, Willow Bird.'

     Love bursts in my heart. I reach both arms around Running Wolf and pull
his small body closer to mine. My left hand lowers to his loins. I'm feeling
his erection so a gentle pulling is given over his foreskin. The boy moans.

     'I love you, Willow Bird! Please. Be with me like that stormy night...'

     I know what he means. My face presses against his left shoulder. I'm
kissing it to show my love. He turns his face so that I can mouth over his
left cheek. 'I love you too, Running Wolf!'

     A sigh. I hear the boy spit and he brings his left hand back to his butt,
getting my knob slippery so that I can fuck him. My breath trembles. He backs
into my cock, his tight entrance allowing me inside it. I feel his slimy heat
around my shaft. He groans in pain. I'm Reaching deep in his head, blocking it
as I'd done for Day Rabbit. I want our joining to happen.

     Our bodies slowly come together. It will be gently done, for love instead
of just lust. I pull over his stiff, Feeling the thrills building in him. This
boy has utterly given himself to me and I am feeling honored. All that I am,
my strength, spirit and heartfelt love will be given to him. We are One.

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