Author's Note: Additional text has been added to this story part since its
                  original posting with the Nifty Archive on 11/98. Enjoy!


                                                                Revised: 7/99
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   WILLOW-BIRD-WARRIOR-3                       "Willow Bird, Warrior, part 3"
   (Part #3 with additional text added)         Copyright 1998 by Vince Water
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   *                         "Willow Bird, Warrior"                          *
                                   - part 3 -

      A warrior's loud cry roars through my ears, terrifying me. I've heard
   that angry voice before but how can it be him?! In the next moment, the man
   falls upon me with his savage hand strikes to my face and chest. My head
   bandage is torn away. Pain! I fling out my arms to ward off this unexpected
   assault. The warrior's right hand is captured in mine and held back from
   striking me. I dare to stare into the face of my attacker. It is Crumobia!

      His ugly face is painted with a black death line running from cheek to
   cheek - I'm his target! His spear strike had missed so with his bare hands,
   the warrior intends to snuff out my life. I feel his greater strength
   winning against my own. My hands are slowly being pushed towards my body
   as he pins me to the ground. Victory gleams in the man's eyes when one of
   his hands reaches my neck. I try rolling to my side but Crumobia positions
   his knees into a tighter grip of my body so that I can't escape. His other
   hand overcomes my grip of it to reach my neck in a death hold. I am
   strangled as the warrior laughs.

      The great hatred from this man surges through his tight hands around me.
   I can't breathe! His powerful body mounts mine on top to make death instead
   of life. I find myself surrendering to his strength. Big Horn cannot help
   me now...

      A grunt of pain comes from Crumobia. With surprise, he turns his head to
   shout at someone behind him. A boy's high-pitched voice answers the
   warrior's. It's Sky Runner. He must be giving the man some torment because
   the grip around my neck eases. An urgent breath is taken. With my teeth, I
   find the warrior's thumb and bite down hard!

      Crumobia pulls his right hand away in a howl of pain. While keeping his
   hold of my neck, the man reaches back to hit Sky Runner. The boy falls down
   with a cry. Something is pulled from the warrior's thong belt and in a
   bright flash, I watch the man's Wah-ha blade striking down. Thud.
   Strangely, I feel much pain from its landing. The black leather-wrapped
   handle sticks out from my left shoulder. Red blood pools around it.
   Laughter is seen in the warrior's dark eyes.

      My strength spills out of me like a broken water skin. The blue
   afternoon sky becomes less bright like towards night. My arms fall to the
   ground as if broken. In my ears, the warrior's laughter becomes a whisper.
   I hear only the sad boom of a distant drum. Thump... thump... thump.

      Is this what death is like?


      Something cool fills my mouth and trickles down my throat. I greedily
   drink the water to quench my thirst. When I try sitting up, terrible pain
   wracks my left arm and shoulder. My eyes are open but I can't see. Where am
   I? What is this place?

      "Don't try to move."

      "Second Bird... is that you?" I call through the darkness.

      "Yes. I am here in the sick lodge with you," the brave answers. "You
   will start to bleed again if you move."

      I slowly turn my head in the darkness and can make out someone lying at
   my right side. It must be Second Bird. I remember my death struggle against
   Crumobia and it's with much wonder that I find myself alive. Before I can
   ask, Second Bird tells me what has happened.

      "Crumobia stuck his evil knife into your shoulder. If he had managed to
   pull it out, you would not be here with me now. Sky Runner was able to
   prevent him from killing you until his People came running."

      "Is the boy all right?" I ask in a rush. A painful cough comes out of me
   that reminds me of my shoulder wound.

      "Yes. He only suffered some bruises. But when his People found out that
   Crumobia dared to lay a hand on him, they answered that man's assault on
   the boy with blows to his chest from a spear they had found on the ground.
   The three-feathered warrior is dead."

      A long silence comes between us. I know that Crumobia had meant
   something to Second Bird. It seems strange since that warrior had taken him
   captive for two years and sexually assaulted him along with Heskiawanno.
   Now, both men are dead. So is the young brave, Treskawa. They have all been
   made to pay for the murder and rape of my fasting guarding, Tree Snake.

      Tears of relief fill my eyes. I'm not sure why they've come but I allow
   my display of weakness before my brother. He reaches out to my right
   shoulder and clasps it. I welcome the comforting warmth from his hand.

      "I know who you are to me, but not how or why."

      Second Bird sighs. "Yes. You are my brother, Willow Bird. I suspected
   that the moment I saw you standing naked in the prairie, my face reflected
   in yours. When we embraced on my horse, I recognized your similar spirit to
   my own... how we like men. I knew for certain when you gave me your name.
   We share both the same father and mother."

      "The same mother?!" I ask with surprise. "I see father in your facial
   features, your body shape and kind mannerisms but thought he seeded another
   woman to sire you. He's done this before."

      "We have a half-brother or sister?" asks Second Bird.

      "Yes. But I'm under oath to keep the truth of his birth a secret.
   Tell me. Why didn't father raise you in our mother's tipi?"

      "I was given to the sister of the Split Muddy River's chief to raise."

      "Why?" I'm sure that Second Bird heard the pain in my voice.

      Second Bird pauses a moment before replying to the difficult question.
   "Her husband, a powerful warrior of the People was unable to make a baby
   of his own. Your father took his second born son and gifted him to the
   childless couple to win the chief's favor."

      "Our mother allowed this? Why was this favor so important?"

      "There were secret negotiations being made between our two Peoples,"
   explains Second Bird. "Our father was carrying words between the chiefs
   of the Split Muddy River Tribe and your Kalinlepi People. It was hoped
   that our two Peoples would come back together to form one tribe again.

      I'm shocked into silence. Our Peoples are bitter enemies! That had come
   about in the time of our grandfathers from a dispute in the tribal
   leadership. One of the chiefs was murdered. That lead to a revenge killing
   of the suspected warrior who turned out to be innocent. In turn, more
   murders followed. To prevent further bloodshed, our People were splintered
   into two tribes. Neither tribe expected the other to survive against our
   enemies because of our diminished state.

      Second Bird continues. "I was given newly born to the Split Tribe's
   chief's sister as a kind of peace offering. It was hoped that my presence
   would prove that our two Peoples could live together again as one. In
   peace. I was allowed to keep the name our mother had given me as the second
   born. I saw our father whenever he visited the tribe with words he carried
   from his chief. He told me about you and said that we would meet one day."

      I manage to overcome my shock. "We finally have. But so long have we
   been apart, my brother!"

      Second Bird lowers his head. "So long have our two Peoples been apart."

      A flash of vision is given me: Our father standing before his two young
   sons with each of his hands placed over our shoulders. We accept his
   burden. "We must finish our father's work," I whisper.

      "I was thinking this same thing," answers Second Bird.

      My brother's fingers tighten around my shoulder. A great joy comes to my
   heart since I have seen the path my life is to take. It's more than to be
   shaman. I must bring healing to our two Peoples with the help of my brother.

      The painful throbbing in my left shoulder settles down. My thoughts turn
   deep in the silence that has come between my brother and I. Has he gone
   back to sleep? I turn my head to a more comfortable position. I'm feeling
   very tired. In only a short while, I'm able to find sleep myself.


      Morning comes. A painted woman comes to our hut with her task of
   cleaning my shoulder wound and feeding us. Second Bird is anxious to get
   out and about. He leaves with the woman so that words of assurance can be
   given to their chiefs. It seems that I'm held in contempt for having left
   the Great Lodge and bringing harm to Sky Runner. Violence isn't tolerated
   from visitors to their tribe.

      I lay alone in the healing hut while thinking about all the things that
   have recently happened to me. I've been made to run along a twisted path of
   danger and excitement. Much adventure for me. The experience has made me
   stronger but now I've come upon a straight and narrow path my life is to
   take. My brother will walk it at my side.  He helps fill that empty place
   in my soul.

      A boy's high-pitched voice calls in through the open doorway of my hut.
   I welcome Sky Runner's visit. His face is all bright and smiley when seeing
   that I'm getting better. He kneels close at my side to hand speak.

      'It good to see you awake, Willow Bird.'

      I answer the boy while only using my right hand to gesture. 'Yes. If not
   for you, I would be flying like a bird in the Above."

      Sky Runner giggles. 'You already tried flying when I saw you fall into
   the icy stream! It had cost you two days of sleep afterwards.'

      I'm taken back by the boy's words. Two days? I didn't realize that my
   head injury had put me out for that long. It explains how Crumobia managed
   to reach the Painted People to accost me. He must have ran like the wolf
   or... 'Did that warrior come by horse?' I ask in gesture.

      'Yes. I'm told that he came to our chiefs with the claim of searching
   for the horse thieves and murderers of his brother and traveling companion.
   He described the two young men as twins. When you awakened yesterday, Stone
   That Cracks took you to the Great Lodge to await the chief's decision on
   the matter. Two Bird was also to come there.'

      'That when you bring me out of the lodge to go play in cliffs,' I
   gesture sourly.

      'Yes. But I didn't know on that day what was happening,' defends Sky
   Runner. 'Two Bird had warned me about an angry warrior coming. I didn't
   know that he had already arrived and was bringing you both trouble.'

      I reach out to grasp the boy's leg for a fond squeeze. The painful
   expression on his face softens. He has saved my life. That's all that
   matters now. I look at Sky Runner, struck again by the beauty of his face -
   the soft features of his eyes, his small nose and cute smile. His is a
   girl's face. Pretty and very arousing.

      'When body healed, you return to your tribe?' the boy gestures with
   sadness. He rests one of his hands on Willow Bird's stomach while peering
   up at the colorful shoulder bandages.

      I nod my head. 'We go back to make our tribes one.' Sky Runner gives me
   a puzzled expression but his hands remain still, at least for gesturing. He
   begins caressing my belly with his palm. I moan under his soft touch.
   Within my breechclout, I feel the strong growth of my dick. It causes a
   lifting of my front flap.

      With a grin, Sky Runner pulls the front flap of his breechclout against
   his belly to show me his erection. It stands like a hard finger against his
   groin. I eagerly bring his moist pole into my hand. The boy swoops under my
   front cloth to handle mine. We trade pleasures with our hands all the
   while, staring into one another's eyes.

      I enjoy the velvety feel of Sky Runner's foreskin. Rolling it over his
   stiff shaft brings the boy pleasure that I can see in his eyes. He keeps
   his mouth half open, tongue sticking out when he pants. I keep my hand slow
   over his dick. Gently. My two smaller fingers bump into his soft empty sac,
   reminding me that he'll always remain a young boy, sexually.

      I'm enjoying the feel of Sky Runner's hand around my dick. He pulls on
   my thick skin, getting my oozing knob to pop in and out. My sexual thrills
   build up. If my left arm didn't hurt so much, I'd be reaching back for the
   boy's bottom to feel over it while he pleasures me. I like small butts.

      The boy brings his wet hand back to his erection every so often to keep
   it slippery while I handle it for him. Youths of his age don't produce a
   sexual dripping from their piss holes. I know that can feel thrills. His
   eyes are narrowing from the tell tale sign that he's nearing climax.

      I've been keeping my hand to a slow pace around the boy's pole but his
   hand beats over mine like a war drum! His eyes are intense on my facial
   expressions. I know that he's experienced with pleasuring men in hand,
   sucking them and allowing penetration of his little hole. He knows that I'm
   nearing male explosion. Look at the way his eyes sparkle!

      Sky Runner's pole is getting real stiff in my hand. It's feeling hot. I
   hope that my hand isn't chafing the skin of his little dick; that's a very
   sensitive part of a boy's body that can be easily hurt.

      I'm startled by the boy's outcry. Has my handling caused him pain? When
   noticing his fluttering eyelids, I realize that the youth has climaxed. He
   stabs between my tightly clenched fingers as if fucking my hand. His knees
   are bucking. Seeing his intense display enflames my own loins. I flex my
   butt against the ground mat to drive my dick up through his small hand. Sky
   Runner opens his eyes and giggles at me.

      In retaliation, I tighten my fingers over his foreskin and pull on it.
   Wildly! The boy's eyes close shut. In only a moment, he cries out in his
   high-pitched voice. Another climax. I get so excited from seeing his male
   ecstasy that my dick explodes!

      When I gush into the boy's palm, his lips spread into a sly grin. In my
   hand is his unfulfilled boyhood. Long with promise but unable... I reach
   for the youth's filled hand and bring it down to his unformed loins. The
   fingers are opened to release my wet sticky gift. Though he can never
   produce a man's sperm, I offer him mine. Sky Runner is a loving boy child.
   Special in his tribe's eyes.

      I clasp Sky Runner's dick and empty balls while passing on my power.
   Though my male strength will fail to take root in him, I give him my love.
   He peers nicely into my eyes while we catch our breath.

      The boy looks down at himself. 'My acorns not ever ripen,' he gestures.

      I try keeping the sadness his words bring me from showing in my eyes.
   'You will always be young.'

      Sky Runner nods his head. 'What it feels like to shoot?'

      'Real good. You felt a strong measure of what it's like when my hand
   made your erection intense.'

      'I think it more intense for a man to seed,' he gestures. 'This is so?'

      My head nods in agreement. There's a seeking in the boy's eyes so I try
   to satisfy his curiosity. 'My balls full after a few days so they ache. I'm
   very interested in having sex that will shoot my seed to offer my loins
   relief, like having to piss really bad. A man's thrills are very intense.'

      Sky Runner lowers his head. I have told the boy what he wanted to know
   and he realizes that he'll never experience this adult act for himself. My
   fingers playfully tug on his penis.

      'You have seen this joy in my eyes and from the men you've satisfied,' I
   gesture. 'Bring that excitement into yourself. Be glad to have shared in it
   so your dick can feel extra intense. Thrill you as much as if you were to
   shoot off like a bow.'

      'A bow without arrows cannot hunt,' the boy gestures with sad hands.

      'You can trap with your butt,' I venture. 'I've been caught by you!'
   Sky Runner lifts his eyes from the dirt. He drops his feigned display of
   sadness by grinning.

      'My heart is touched by your good words.'

      I squeeze the boy's left thigh with affection. "Go now. I'm feeling
   tired for some reason.'

      Sky Runner giggles. 'I think that I know why!'

      The boy rises on his knees and darts out of the sick hut. I gently lower
   my head back to the ground mat. My left shoulder throbs. I'm feeling too
   much pain to try sleeping so I simple close my eyes and rest.


       Second Bird returns with Sky Runner after having words with the chiefs.
   My brother has managed to appease their anger by explaining why Crumobia
   had come to disturb their tribe with violence. The boy gestures that he
   also spoke to them in my defense. Though no harsh judgement will fall upon
   me by these Painted People, we must leave when my body is healed. They don't
   want to face Crumobia's angry tribesmen and give them a reason for war.

      To my surprise, I find that Pai-alucia is tied up outside the hut.
   Sky Runner tells me that this was the horse that had brought the angry
   warrior here so quickly. In my mind's eye, I recall the spear flying over
   my head. It had been Big Horn's!

      "My brother, will you gift the chief with Crumobia's horse and use the
   packhorse to trade for things we'll need for our journey?"

      Second Bird nods his head. "That is good, my brother. I would like to
   think we would be welcomed to visit and trade with these People." While
   signing, "I also want to see our little friend again."

      Sky Runner grins. 'I know the chiefs. Their anger will cool down in time
   and my endless pleas upon them will get them to accept your occasional
   visits.'

      The tightness in my chest eases at the boy's words. I would also like to
   see Sky Runner again. He is a sweet boy with a spirit that is vibrant and
   special. I feel a gentle power in him like the kind we all sense in the
   benevolent spirits of stone, wood and in water.

      Sky Runner turns to Second Bird and presses his palm over the brave's
   heart. He reaches to my chest and performs that same touching ritual. I
   look into my brother's eyes, truly seeing him for the first time. He is of
   my blood. What joy our mother will have to see him!

      "My heart is at peace," I whisper. "It brings me healing to see the both
   of you happy. Second Bird... We're truly free now to find our tribes!"

      "Yes. The dark storm has passed. But rest now."

      I watch the young boy follow after Second Bird leaving my hut. Pain
   returns to my left shoulder which reminds me that many days will have to
   pass before our Geas can begin. That great task I readily accept. My
   brother and I will complete the work left to us by our father.

      I lift up my eyes to offer Wah-Conda a prayer: "I am beginning to see
   Your great plans for me. They had seemed frightening so please forgive my
   earlier rash words. I no longer seek death. You have given me a brother to
   stand at my side who can lend me strength as Big Horn had done. I'm no
   longer a scared little boy. Father, look upon me as a proven man!"


      Many days are spent in the sick hut. Their shaman visits me on occasion.
   He renews the healing power of my colorful shoulder bandage and to chase
   the pain away, pours a bitter white powder into a mug of water for me to
   drink that also seems to reduce my fever. My brother's arm is getting
   better. He is out and about for most of the day while I lay resting. Often,
   Sky Runner visits with me. He tells me stories with his hands and his very
   presence lifts my spirits.

      One night, Sky Runner comes to sleep between Second Bird and I. He
   whispers with my brother about something that ends with giggling. Silence
   passes. After a while, I make out a skin rubbing sound that turns to wet
   slobbering. I reach out my right hand and find the boy's rear end. It's
   flexing with sexual motion. He's on his knees, laying over my brother's
   stomach. I get the idea that he's sucking on the brave's dick.

      My fingers reach between the boy's cheeks to press over his moist hole.
   I feel my growing excitement with the lifting of my dick. Second Bird
   moans. If my left shoulder didn't hurt so much, I'd be reaching down within
   my front flap to beat off. Instead, I'm enjoying the feel of Sky Runner's
   little butt swaying in the dark.

      There comes a lusty groan. Rushed breaths. Sky Runner turns from Second
   Bird to take care of my needs. My front flap is pushed up against my belly.
   The boy rolls my foreskin down to free my oozing knob. I feel it being
   swallowed! He sucks on my erection with the hope of drinking from my loins
   as well. It excites me to know that my brother's seed is in this youth's
   belly to be joined by my own. I flex my rear end against the ground mat,
   driving up my hard dick. The boy can take my all.

      I hear a gentle slapping in the darkness. With my right hand, I find my
   brother's hand on Sky Runner's ass. He must also like boy butts! With my
   fingers, I lead Second Bird's fingers within the youth's humping cheeks to
   find his puckered hole. Some spit is taken back to make his fingering
   slippery in the boy. Sky Runner gasps from the penetration. His sucking
   intensifies around my swelling dick.

      I bring my hand to the boy's front flap, reaching under it for his pole.
   Sky Runner is erected. I begin handling his moist finger to bring him male
   thrills. The pleasure he's bringing my dick has me moaning out. I know that
   I'll be exploding in his mouth soon.

      It brings a smile to my face to know that my brother and I are handling
   both sides of Sky Runner. The boy is on his knees, sucking on my dick while
   we're bringing pleasure to his erection by pulling over it in masturbation
   and from sticking a finger through his hole to fuck him. The sensation soon
   brings the youth to climax. When he cries out in his high-pitched voice, I
   feel my loins explode! My dick pumps cum into the boy's mouth. It's greedily
   swallowed. Our hands fall from Sky Runner's heated body so that he can rest.


      Many nights are spent that way with Sky Runner's lusty visit. By early
   morning, the boy has gone from sleeping between us. Second Bird won't talk
   about it. I think he's embarrassed to admit his sexual attraction to a
   young male. More often these days, my brother is out of the sick hut to
   mingle with the tribe's men. He only returns in the evening with a weary,
   satisfied body and has lusty stories to share with me of how he's had his
   butt fucked. It seems these Painted People accept even married braves and
   warriors to satisfy their lust with willing boys. Sky Runner makes the
   rounds. It's a rare treat for a man to have sexual conquest of cute young
   brave.

      My brother gains favor with certain men in the tribe. They visit with us
   in the evenings to bring gifts of food. No sex though. It seems there is a
   taboo against that; something to do with inviting evil spirits up their
   buttholes if they were to lay with Second Bird in our sick hut. When I ask
   Sky Runner if he's concerned about it because of the sex he's been having
   with us, he only giggles in reply as if not believing about evil spirits
   entering a male that way.

      I'm often entering the boy's tight hole. My shoulder injury prevents me
   from rising from my ground mat but I manage to fuck Sky Runner. He sits
   over my hairy groin, riding my hard dick in his butt until I fill him. My
   balls are often drained in this lusty manner! For the boy's pleasure, I
   suck on his erection. He lays over my face with my right hand around his
   flexing butt when I mouth his stiff pole to many climaxes. It amazes me
   how much torture this youth can endure!


      The lust-filled nights quickly pass into moons. My body finally heals.
   Second Bird makes preparations for us to leave the hospitality of the
   Painted People.

      I look around the simple grass hut with a twinge of sadness. It has
   served us well. These walls held my brother and I together for many days
   though I still feel that we're strangers in some ways. I couldn't bring
   myself to sharing everything with him: my heart-pain for Big Horn and how I
   have visions. When I watch Second Bird conversing with the men of the
   Painted People's Tribe, I feel there's a foreign part of him beyond my
   reach. Not from the strange sounds he utters when talking but his spirit.
   He was raised through boyhood by the Split Muddy River Tribe and became a
   brave of the Shew-owa, a tribe akin to my People's bitter enemies, the
   Spear-bearing Warriors. I have to remind myself that Second Bird shares the
   blood of our father and his spirit is Mahyee-na like mine.

      Sky Runner is crying when my brother and I mount our horses to leave.
   It's taboo for the villagers to see us off; a belief that to do so would
   prevent our coming back. The boy ignores that concern to watch us go. He
   rubs his sore eyes with one hand while waving to us with the other. I feel
   my heart aching me to be leaving that sweet boy behind. To Second Bird,
   they were only close friends. Love grew between the youth and I that has
   bound our spirits close. I turn my head for one last look at Sky Runner.
   I'll always remember how his right hand was raised high above his head in
   farewell until we disappeared.

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