Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2003 13:02:16 +1200 From: arthur Subject: Short Ass part 10 (final) SHORT ASS Part Ten By Arthur Justin Case 1956-2003 Ricky and Warringal had at first giggled with each other at the sounds that had come across the corridor during the night from the two lovers. At the first loud yell by Ramon, Ricky had wanted to go to him and see what was wrong but Warringal had pulled him back into his arms and explained that it was what the two boys wanted and not to interfere with their love making. The noises had meant that Ricky and Warringal had got very little sleep during the night so had to make up by making out with each other to take their minds off the sounds of pleasure next door. Breakfast became a catch as catch can affair with the two new lovers being the last to appear in the kitchen only to be greeted with questioning eyes and large smiles by the others. Ricky was the first to speak and on closer inspection revealed a glint in his eye that Ramon had not seen before. "Well Ray, did you manage to kill that cat last night?" "What Cat Ricky?" "The one that was screaming all night long by your door." At the embarrassed look on Mark and Ramon's face the other boys broke into loud laughter as they made sucking noises and the usual groans and moans that go with them. Mark managed to partially hide behind Ramon as he slipped into a chair at the table as Jema arrived with large plates filled to overflowing with food for needy appetites. The rest of Sunday was spent relaxing and watching the adoring looks Mark was giving Ramon, it seemed that he could not take his eyes off Ramon for more than a few minutes before he would blush again and stare into Ramon's eyes till it was noted by the others and comments were made. The parents arrived back later in the afternoon than expected and with a quick glance at the two love birds seemed to know that their love had been consummated and only smiled but asked for no details. Warringal looked over at Ricky and with a little concern on his face asked in a quiet voice. "Will you be ok to travel tomorrow?" "I think so, my leg doesn't hurt to much as long as I don't put to much weight on it for to long." "Well the horses will take us most of the way then we can just take it easy, Mum said we have to go tomorrow or it'll be to late." "I'll make it as long as you can help me some times." "Course I will Pony Boy." "What about you though, you still look bad." "Most of it is only bruises and I'm a bit stiff is all, a walk about will do me good, loosen things up." "As long as you're sure Warri, I can make if you can." "Ok Pony Boy we'll leave at about six in the morning, Mum said she'll have everything ready that we'll need." The night was as also quiet and as Ricky's parents and Ramon along with Mark had to return to the town to be ready for the next day, they left just on dusk with a final fair-well to Ricky and Warringal wishing them luck for their Walkabout. The sun was just peaking over the horizon as the two boys stretched and gave small groans as they began to prepare to leave the homestead for their destiny out in the desert. Jema was waiting for them as they made their way to the kitchen for a last meal before the adventure began. Warringal was dressed in only a small pair of shorts as he had been when they had first gone riding, his golden skin was alive and vibrant as he went to a shed at the back of the kitchen and came back holding various pieces of wood that were carved into what to Ricky was rather crude shapes. One he recognized, as a long spear but the rest were a mystery. Jema handed Warringal a small sack with a few items in it and then in her own language said something to Warringal and turned away leaving the two boys to finish their preparations for the travel. "What did you're mum say Warri?" "Just reminded me about things I have to do when we get there." "What things?" "You'll see, its just things." "So my boyfriend is a mystery man?" Warringal smiled at Ricky showing his sparkling white teeth and the glint in his eyes. "Trust me Pony Boy, you're going to love it all, now how does the foot feel?" "Bit tender but I think if I use that short crutch to walk with I can make it, what about you?" "I'm good, bit stiff but it'll come good as soon as we start to move." "What's all those bits of wood?" Warringal picked up the strange implements and placed them on the table. "This one as you can see is a spear, and this one is a woomera, it's used to throw the spear, see this small piece at the end, the spear notches into that and then you use it to add power and distance to your throw." Ricky looked at the flat piece of hand carved wood, it was an elongated shape about 15-18" long and about 4" wide, at one end it was narrow so that you could hold onto it and at the other it had a small nub of wood bound on it where the spear would fit. "I can use it for digging as well, now this one is a boomerang, if I miss the target then it circles around and with luck comes back so I can try again." The item that Warringal held was shaped like an open V with the angles about 90 degrees from each other, the underside was flat and the top was slightly curved giving it the look of an aero-plane wing, it was about 3" across and the ends were about15" apart. "What we need them for Warri?" "Well Pony Boy, ever tried to catch food with your bare hands?" "Uhm...no, but I thought your mum put food in that bag?" "No Pony, that's just some stuff we need for the walkabout, this is the last food we get from a house or store until we get back, from now on we catch what we eat." "You never told me how long this is going to take?" "Sorry Pony, I don't know." "Whaaa...you don't know?" "No, each walkabout is different, it ends when we find what we need to find, we'll know when that time comes, trust me Pony, this is for both of us." "Warri I could never not trust you, I'll always love you my Warri." "And I you my Pony Boy, ok you ready?" "Well yeah I guess so." "Ok lets go get the horses, usually my people walk but Mum says it's ok this time because of who you are, do you think you can handle Jipa without a saddle or bridle?" "That's up to Jipa, but I think so." "Ok Pony, it's the only thing we have to do is not take any white-mans gear with us." "Uhm what about my clothes, they're white mans stuff?" "Those come off later." "What all of them?" "All of them, same for mine." "But the sun is going to cook me raw?" "Leave that to me, I'm not going to let anything happen to my Pony Boy." With those words Warringal picked up the small bag slinging it over his shoulder and turned toward the door as Ricky got to his feet with a feeling of excitement mixed with apprehension at the start of this extraordinary journey. The boys walked out into the first of the rising heat of the day and turned toward the paddock where the horses were happily feeding, at the first sight of Ricky Jipa tossed his head and in an instance was at a full gallop toward him. At the last second Jipa stopped dead to stand in front of his again injured friend and with his head lowered nuzzled Ricky's shoulder as though giving him a welcoming but wet hug. Ricky reached up into Jipa's mane and tussled his long flowing strands then moved to his velvet nose and rubbed gently while the horse seemed to smile at him with those large, dark and understanding eyes. Warringal had whistled up his horse and without any thought of his actions, threw off his small shorts and leapt naked onto the back of his mount. "You don't have to yet Pony, it just feels better and more natural for me." Ricky looked up at the golden boy mounted on his stead and thought back again to the history lessons and the pictures of golden Greek hero's and saw why he was so deeply in love with this boy. `What the hell' Ricky thought to himself as he began to strip away the symbols of civilization and with a last blush dropped his jeans and boxers on the ground and stepped out of them to stand naked before the rising sun. "Nice ass." Ricky spun around and automatically began to cover himself with his hands at the sound of the voice. Barry stood leaning on the rail of the fence with a smile on his face as Ricky imitated a red traffic light. "Bastard." Barry grinned again. "Didn't want you to leave without this." Barry held up a necklace made with a narrow leather thong hanging from it a strange soft looking green stone in the shape of a triangle, on it were carved three symbols. The first was a footprint of a bird then three wavy stripes and lastly a dot that looked much like an eye. "What's this Bazza?" "Something an old guy once gave me, said it protected people on their walkabouts, I want you to have it." Forgetting his nakedness, Ricky walked over to Barry and as he reached the fence Barry leant over and placed the token around his neck. "Good Luck Short Ass, and hey?" "Yeah." "Nice Ass." Ricky blushed again and with a smile to his friend went to Jipa and mounted then joined Warringal as he headed toward the far side of the paddock. The feelings Ricky had as he sat naked for the first time on Jipa's back gave him some very strange sensations as the coarse hair of Jipa's back titillated the smooth and tender skin of his inner thighs and the ribbed backbone massaged his bare butt crack gave him the only result that could happen...instant boner. Ricky squirmed a little as Jipa's spine worked its way deeper between his cheeks and the hair tickled his scrotum as his boner jumped up and down against his lower belly with the movements of the horse. What made it harder for Ricky was the sight of all the bare skin of Warri as he sat astride his own horse, his delightful small golden rump seemingly nestling down closer to the smooth moving muscles of his mount. This Ricky decided was exciting and a lot erotic as the fresh morning air swirled around his naked flesh; it was, he thought, true freedom. They had been riding for half an hour when, as they entered a small stand of eucalypts that Ricky felt the first real blast of heat on his back as the sun rose clear of the horizon. Warringal signaled for Ricky to stop and dismount as they came under a large tree. Warringal had carried Ricky's single crutch slung over his back on the opposite side of the small bag and as they came to a stop under the tree Warringal slid off his horse and came over to Ricky. Ricky almost without thought realized his, at first hard and raging bone, had subsided as he became one with his big red friend and the soothing movement of those steel like muscles under him had become just another part of the adventure. Warringal reached up a hand and with such gentleness and yet a lot of wiry strength helped Ricky to the ground and then slid the crutch under his hand and guided him to the base of the eucalypt tree. "That ok Pony?" "Yeah thanks Warri, god I had such a boner I thought it would never go down." (Giggle) "Well I see you have no probs now Pony." (Chuckle) "It was a great feeling, thanks for giving me the idea, it's so kool to feel Jipa moving under you like that." "Yeah that's why I like to ride naked, you get to feel the animal under you and it sort of makes you closer to him." "Yep, why did we stop here Warri?" "Got to look after you, the sun's getting up so I got to do your skin for you so you won't burn, Mum gave me some old medicine stuff that's better than the store stuff you get but first I got to look at your bum, got to make sure that your skin doesn't get rubbed up bad so lay down and turn onto your stomach." "Ok." Ricky lay down on the dry leaves that had gathered under the tree and although at first the seemed to be hard and dry he soon relaxed as Warringal laid his hands on the back of his thighs and prized his legs apart. "Hmmm, well Bazza was right about one thing Pony." "What's that Warri?" "You got one fine ass." As he said that Warringal slowly ran one finger lightly over Ricky's tight little bud and then slapped him on the right butt cheek. At first touch Ricky gave out a loud sigh and then a yelp as the dark hand cracked his butt. "Not yet Pony, now let me look at your thighs,...Hmmm... Yeah you're a bit red there from Jipa's hair and the rubbing." Ricky could now feel the slight heat between his thighs as Warringal ran a finger over them then he watched as Warri took up the small bag and looked into it before lifting out a small round tin that had seen better days. It was about the size of a 50c piece and had once had some writing painted on it. Warringal gave the lid a half turn and Ricky saw a black sticky mass inside. Warringal dipped a finger in it and then reached down to Ricky's thighs and began to rub the goo gently into the skin. Ricky felt instant relief from the heat of his skin as the goo was massaged in and the feeling of Warringals hand gave him another feeling as his boner returned and pushed hard into the leaves underneath him, Ricky moaned at the mixed feelings. As Ricky was about to be taken to another place by the sensations there was a hard slap on his butt again that jerked him out of his reverie. "Save it for me Pony." "Uhm...mmmmm...ok" "Now I'm going to put some other stuff on you that'll protect your skin, the bits that aren't tanned will get nice and brown by the time we get to the place and you won't burn." Warringal went back to the bag and took out an old glass milk bottle with a wooden stopper in the top. Ricky could see through the glass a darkish grey green liquid that filled the bottle. When Warringal opened the top Ricky was hit with an acrid smell that took his breath away, as he gasped Warringal tipped a small amount of the rancid liquid onto his hand. "Don't worry Pony, the smell goes away in a few minutes but this stuff is the best sun screen you can get, one of my uncles makes it for Mum, we use it on the pikininis until they can get used to the sun." "What's pikininis Warri?" "Babies and small kids, they need the protection from the sun until their skin toughens as they get older." Rocky felt the smooth strokes as Warringal began to rub the liquid into his back and legs. "Ok Pony, turn over." Ricky rolled over and saw that his flagpole was now resting in it's normal place as Warringal started to rub in the lotion for his skin. Warringal covered all of Ricky's skin in flowing movements and then paused and with a smile took Ricky's now semi hard pole into his hand and as he rubbed the lotion onto it the reaction was a fore gone conclusion, he was up and hard again. Warringal laughed as he rubbed up and down Ricky's now leaking shaft. "Well Pony, I'm not going to put that gunk in my mouth so this will have to do till we get where we're going." So saying Warringal got down to some smooth long stroking until Ricky's breath caught in his throat as the rushing in his belly became a torrent and with a loud shout he erupted over his chest and stomach and at the same time coating Warri's hand. Ricky gasped and panted as Warringal slowly rubbed the fresh white sperm over Ricky's skin as he smiled down at his Pony Boy. "S'ok, Pony, no water to waste here and it will soon come off." Ricky sighed at the relief and easing of the built up pressure from inside himself. "Thank you Warri, damn I can't wait any more, let me do it for you?" "Sorry lover, from now on we got to go without until the right time." Ricky looked at Warringals up-right and throbbing shaft and knew he wanted some relief but he wasn't going to give into it like Ricky had. Warringal helped Ricky to his feet and then assisted him onto Jipa's back, taking the crutch and draping it over his shoulder gain with the piece of rope he had tied to it back at the station, the bag hung on the other side. With a last check of Ricky's fibre-glass cast and the coverage of the lotion he jumped onto the back of his horse and this time rode along side Ricky as they left the trees and went out into the full heat of the desert sun. Ricky noticed that the smell from the lotion had disappeared and that the heat of the sun wasn't as harsh on his skin as he thought it would be, the lotion seemed to have taken a lot of the heat from it and although there was a definite hotness to his skin it wasn't that hot burning feeling that signaled sun burn. Two hours later Warringal told Ricky to pull up and wait for him under the shade of a stunted tree. The land around them had become more and more barren as the red sand and dust stretched further than the eye could see only to be broken by the occasional Mulga bush or stunted tree. In the far distance Ricky thought he could see another stand of gum trees but the shimmering heat was deceiving and he couldn't work out how far they were. Warringal left him under the tree and walked over to a large pile of red sand about two hundred meters away and kneeling began to dig at the bottom of the pile. Ten minutes later Warringal returned with a large brown bulbous root in his hands. "We going to eat that Warri?" "No Pony it's for drinking." "Drink? It's a vegetable." "Not really Pony, it's kind of hollow and takes in the moisture from the night time coldness and saves it for when the plant needs to produce seeds and flowers." Warringal proceeded to cut into the root with a knife he had taken from his bag, Ricky saw that the inside of the root was soft and spongy as the pith was taken out by Warringals hands and then he held it up for Ricky to open his mouth under Warringals hands as he squeezed it and the drops of almost clear fresh water dripped into Ricky's open throat. "We'll get to a small bilibong this afternoon and stay there for the night and then it's only two more days and we start to walk." Ricky looked as far as he could see and all there was in front and around him was red sand, how could there be a small watering hole out here in this faceless desert, Ricky thought back to his love for Warri and knew that he was in no danger as long as he was with his boyfriend, if he said there was water then there was water. The two boys moved on after satisfying their thirst and with a smooth ground-eating pace the horses ate up the distance until as the sun got lower and Ricky's stomach rumbled louder, he saw in the distance a small cliff rising through the heat haze. When they were only a mile from the solitary red rock Ricky saw that it was like an old monolith standing alone like a sentinel of the surrounding lands. At the base he could just make out a splash of green and the calling of the raucous cockatoo's drifted over the barren landscape. Jipa's muscles twitched at the smell of water but he knew better than to hurry even though he was in desperate need of the life giving water. His concern was for his small hairless friend on his back so he kept his desire to gallop down and maintained the same even canter so his friend would not be uncomfortable. Half an hour later and the two boys had stopped the horses by the side of a small clear pool of water nestled close under the overhanging cliff. It was surrounded by small trees and scrub but had an ample covering of grass close to the edge of the pool for the horses. The boys dismounted and lay down on their stomachs and began to sip the clear semi cool water as the horses moved a little away from them and did the same, slurping vast quantities into their parched throats. At last the boys were sated and Warringal looked across at Ricky. "What you think so far Pony?" "It's hard work Warri, but it's also totally awesome." "Yeah the desert grows on you if you give it a chance." "Yeah but it makes you hungry and I'm starving." "Don't worry dinner will be along soon, it's good to go hungry at times, makes you appreciate what you have when you get it." Ricky looked around at their camp for the night; there was a small shelter that had been made by someone. It was built close to the cliff face and was of a few thin sticks bent over to form a semi oval shape and was covered with dry tree bark. At the front was a circle of red stones to set out a fireplace. The cliffs towered over the two boys and their horses. Ricky thought it must be about two hundred feet high and straight up with no way to climb it. Ricky stared up at the monster rock and his mind began to wander over the surface of it and he wondered what this ancient rock had seen in its long life as the only sentinel of this place. A slight chill brought Ricky back from his daydreaming as a sound penetrated his drifting mind. Looking up he saw Warringal appear from around the cliff with something over his shoulder. "Have a good snooze Pony?" Ricky looked around him and noted that the sun had lowered quite a bit since they had stopped and realized he had drifted off to sleep and had not noticed Warringal leaving. Ricky looked at the young kangaroo body laying over Warringals shoulder and lifted an eyebrow in askance. "Yep Pony this is dinner, you just lay back there and let me get a fire going and then we can have a cuddle while it cooks, I'm going to cook the lot so we can take the rest with us, saves having to hunt later." "What's it taste like Warri?" "Like kangaroo, (Grin) you going to love it Pony, its kinda like steak, sorry no veges this time but I'll get some tomorrow as we travel." Warringal set about starting the fire with one side of the woomera and the butt of the spear to create friction enough to start the small dry tinder he had gathered from the nearby dead tree. Soon there was a nice fire going and without ceremony Warringal threw the small kangaroo body on the fire, skin, hair and all to set cooking. Warringal looked at the shocked face of his lover and with a smile said. "It'll be ok when the time comes Pony." When the meat was on the fire Warringal went down to the pool and washed off the blood from his skin and then returned to where Ricky was not resting with his back against the cliff. Sitting down between his legs he snuggled back onto Ricky's chest and sighed as the arms of his boy friend pulled him closer as they watched the flames. As the sun sank below the far off horizon and the smell of cooked meat wafted into Ricky's nostrils the calmness of the desert night came over them like a blanket of security and peace. Once they had eaten and as Ricky licked the last of the taste from his fingers he belched and giggled as the naturalness of the event came over him and Warringal again sat with his back against his chest as they watched the glowing embers of their first fire settle down and in unison they sighed with contentment. Ricky was brought back to consciousness with the sudden chill he felt and as he shuddered Warringal woke and with a quick kiss on Ricky's neck got up and built the firs again and then with an extended hand led him into the small shelter and lay down with him. The next day was the same as the one before and Ricky could feel himself being seduced by the agelessness of the desert around him. Very little moved around during the heat of the day but Ricky realized he was seeing more things than he thought could live in such a desolate landscape. The sudden appearance of a snake or Wombat as the horses cantered over the land became common place for Ricky's eyes to catch or the sudden cloud of dust as the startled a dozing herd of kangaroos or the ungainly but fast Emus as they scattered from the approaching horses. On the third evening they reached the bottom of another towering cliff but this one was one of many that made up a sort of mountain range, scraggly trees and scrub covered the lower slopes but higher up it was as barren as the desert around them. The camp this time was a deep cave and as Ricky entered it for the first time he saw that the walls were covered in strange ancient paintings of the desert flora and fauna with stick like figures holding long spears and animals of all types being hunted. The most prominent of the paintings was a large snake like figure that stretched the length of the cave seemingly protecting the smaller paintings underneath it. Ricky was spell bound by the artwork and with his mouth agape he turned to Warringal. "Warri this is amazing." "This is a special place for my people Pony, you're the first white fella to see it, this is where our dream time starts, tomorrow we go up the top and find ourselves, if we're meant to be together then we'll know then." After setting the horse free to roam around the area for feed and the small watering hole to drink from the two boys went into the cave to sleep for the night before the tough climb up the ragged cliff. Ricky's sleep was filled with strange noises that throbbed and vibrated through his body, weird animals came and talked to him and he seemed to understand what they said but when he tried to remember it all the next morning it was just all a blur. The one thing that stood out to Ricky was a beautiful bird with long legs and wings outspread as it seemingly danced among the stars of a clear dark blue sky above him. Morning came and Warringal was holding a small amount of water in his cupped palms for Ricky to drink from. Warringal was looking at Ricky with a deeper penetrating look than Ricky had ever seen as he sipped the offered water. "What's wrong Warri?" "I see you had your dream." "Yeah well I had all sorts of dream things, it's funny I don't usually dream but this was so real, I can't remember most of it except for this bird with long legs and it's wings were spread out wide and it sort of danced." "Ahh good, same as mine. That's the Brulga, very special bird for my people." "What did it mean Warri?" "You'll see tonight Pony, now drink this up, it's all we can have to day, we have to be clean inside and out when we go up there." An hour later and the two boys began their climb up the cliff; while it was difficult it was not impossible even with the added difficulty of Ricky's crutch. By midday the two boys at last came to the lip of the plateau and with a heartfelt sigh of total exhaustion and thirst Ricky was lowered down under an overhanging rock by Warringal who then leant forward and kissed him on the lips before saying. "Rest here Pony I've got something to do then I'll get you a little water, we can't have to much or it breaks the dreamtime." Ricky lay back against the rock as the exhaustion took him into another realm, the aching of his over stretched leg muscles and the pain in his arm from the crutch left him wishing for a soft bed as Warringal quietly moved away. The last thing Ricky heard before dropping into a bone weary sleep was an unusual booming sound that permeated the surrounding hills with its vibrating sound. Ricky was awakened by the feel of wetness on his lips, as he opened his eyes he saw the smiling face of Warringal above him and then he realized that they weren't alone. Ricky looked over Warringals shoulder and saw five men standing silently watching him. The oldest of the men was grey haired and had wrinkles around his eyes, his skin was as black as coal dust as were the other four, two of which were maybe in the twenties and the last two were older teenagers. "Who...who.." "It's ok Pony Boy, they're relations of mine, they come to take us to the dream time together." The small group of men talked to Warringal in their own language as Ricky tried to watch them. One of the teens smiled at Ricky then broke into laughter as he said something to Warringal who blushed a little then spoke quietly with the older man. "This is our leader Pony, he's going to make a drink for us and the others are going to paint some designs on us, just lay back and let them work." Ricky watched as the older man took some stone implements from his bag and began to chatter with one of the twenty something men. Ricky watched as he took out first a stone mortar and then a small pestle, when that was done he sent one of the teens away to get something and then took out a small nut like object and began to peel back the outer skin. Inside the husk of the skin was a small pinkish nut that seemed to be quite soft and the man placed it into the mortar and then added some white powder and a short piece of green leaf. Once all was in the stone mortar he began to mash it with the pestle and soon the teen returned with a little water in a skin and poured it into the mortar as the man continued to mash the contents into the thin paste. The two older men and the other teen had mixed water with different ochre's and ashes until the had three different coloured pastes and then began to pain Warringal and himself with patterns of dots and lines, when finished with the two boys they started on themselves and soon all were covered with patterns of white, black and red designs. The sun had sunk below the horizon and Ricky could see the reflected light of a large fire out on the flat area to the side of where they sat. The old man came up to Ricky and offered the stone mortar to him. "Take about three sips Pony then give it to me, it tastes like shit but I know you can handle it." The smell was almost nothing but when Ricky took the first sip of the paste like liquid he found it was sharp and tart, his tongue and lips seemed to be numb on first contact with it. After his three sips he held out the mortar for Warringal and felt his body relax as the concoction took over his senses. Somewhere there came a haunting throbbing sound, it had its own inner beat and seemed to come with highs and lows in some sort of rhythm that Ricky could not quite get a hold on. His muscles began to take on a life of their own as he lay there and let the vibrations of noise run through his body. Finally he could lift his eyelids and he saw right out on the edge of the darkness his golden Warri with the strange paintings over his body. He was standing on one leg with the other raised as if taking a step but was on freeze frame. As Ricky watched he saw his magnificent boy friend begin to change. Firstly his legs appeared to get longer and thinner, darkening to a shiny grey colour, then his outstretched arms began to lengthen and broaden until they were wide spread and the skin became softer and the colour changed as the feathers covered them. Warringals head twisted and changed until it was narrow and held upright proudly, the eyes piercing but at the same time almost loving as they stared back at Ricky. Rocky now knew what he saw before him, it was the same bird he had seen in his dream the night before, what did Warri call it? That's right, a Brulga. What had they done to his beautiful Warri, the throbbing sound continued as he stood up to go help his lover. Ricky's long legs were at first unsteady but then as he spread his own wings and flicked his feathered tail he found his balance as he moved toward the dancing female before him. "Long legs?" "Wings?" "Feathers?" "Tail?" `Oh god what's happening to me? What's all this about? I'm a bird, but I'm not, I'm Ricky Mendoza, I'm in love with my Warri, what're they doing to me?' The throbbing became louder, interspersed with high notes like the scream of a bird as it called to its mate. Ricky began to listen to the sounds and as he watched his soon to be mate he stepped out toward her. His wings spread out and his long slender neck arced back as he pranced toward his mate. He made his light steps high and dainty as he twisted and turned until he was side by side with his life mate. The two Brulgas began to prance and step in unison as the throbbing continued to set their pace. Brulga Ricky, felt the heat of his passion rising as he danced with his mate as she matched him step for step and twist for twist, their necks coming together to touch in brief moments of contact as they told each other of their need and love. Finally the moment came when with a last fast strut his mate lowered herself to the ground with her tail held high in the age old gesture of surrender to her mate and at this sign Brulga Ricky moved in close and with all the heat of the moment entered her with a deep penetrating thrust that had her call out in her high pitched voice. It was a screech of pain and at the same time pleasure and acceptance of her mates place in her. The mating was at first furious and then as the sounds of the throbbing receded it became more tender as if recognizing the love for a life time and the final act of consummation that this night had brought them. Five times Brulga Ricky mounted his mate, each time taking longer than the one before but also with more and more tenderness as the depth of their mutual love grew from the inside. A buzzing in his head woke Ricky and as he lay there he could feel the softness of the ground under him, there was a warmth surrounding his lower regions and he was being lifted slightly every few seconds. Suddenly it dawned on his foggy mind that he was still buried deeply into the smooth hot hole of his Warri, the feeling of having been inside his boyfriend all night came over him and then the recall of the dance of the Brulga's. `Was it real? Was he really a bird? He felt as though it had all been real and as he lifted slightly to ease his Warri's body under him he saw on the ground beside them two small grey feathers placed side by side near their heads much like the crest of the bird he had been like last night. Warringal sighed underneath him and tightened his cheeks around Ricky's shaft. Ricky made to pull out of Warri but the tightening told him not to move yet. "Stay there Pony, please, you were magnificent last night, there was never a Brulga that could have competed with you my love." "Were we really birds Warri?" "Did you feel like one my love?" "Well yes but at the same time I was me looking at me being a Brulga." "In that case we are meant to be, the old man left these two feathers for us as a symbol of our joining." "I love you my Warri Brulga." "I love you my Ricky Brulga." "Forever." "Brulgas only mate forever, we'll never be apart." "But what about when my Parents go back to Canada?" "You'll stay." "But...but ..How." "You'll see." At last Ricky eased himself out of Warringals body and with a small sigh he took his new mate in his arms and with hot passion filled lips kissed his life mate deeply as though sealing for all time their true love for each other. END: