Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (43 page)

Nayee 

Never have I felt more desire
for an entity than I have for this human—and she was just a
human—nothing like the Joyskinners of Piltalga. Once more I probed her
ear hole and got the same increase of her heartbeat. Waves of desire spilled
from her.

I probed her lower hole as
she lay face down. I knew from my past experiences this orifice would be
useless for mating, but for some of the humans, they found it stimulating.
Since she had offered herself to me in this way, I accepted this is what she
wanted first.

I slid my probepod easily
into her, and felt her jerk in response.

Shakyo

Oh,
Yei!
What was He
doing? He
pushed
into me! He
pushed
me
there
! What was He
doing? I cried out and tried to drag myself away from him!

Nayee

What is this? The human
seemed to be hurt—she pulled away from me and made a sound that hurt
me
.
I seized her with my probepods and extended my matingpods to their full length.
I had been with reluctant humans before—but until now, this one had
seemed so willing.

My probepods caressed her
face since the human seemed to respond well to this. But this time she simply
cried out and the sound made me withdraw into myself automatically.

But my matingpods were
engorged. I flipped her over and exposed her birth slit. Expecting her to be
tight, since she smelled so young, I pushed just the tip of one of my pods in,
spiraling down, touching her soft folds. She cried out in a way I recognized as
pleasure rather than fear.  Encouraged, I extended two more of my matingpods.
One dove deeper into the hole she had offered me when we had started. This
orifice was very tight, and I forced entry as she made a noise that hurt me.
Now angry, I jammed even deeper and she made the same noise again, but this
time in a stronger and higher decibel.

Shakyo

Sweet
Yei
! The Elders
tell us this is what we call rape! I was told sex for the first time might be
painful, but then pleasure would flood in. But there was no pleasure! I
involuntarily tightened myself, but the bastard pushed even further, circling
his rope tip within me. As He did so, I could feel a spillover of what might be
pleasure. Was I wrong? Were the Stories wrong?

Nayee

She was so confusing—offering
and then screaming when I accepted her offer. What civilized species could
understand humans? If she were now fighting me, I might as well use the time I
had before I returned to my own world.

I extended all four of my
matingpods and I glowed so brightly her body blazed with the reflection. Using
my forepods I lifted her from the ground where she lay. One matingpod went into
the hole she first offered me. The second shoved into her face hole. The true
matingpod thrust itself into her birth slit. The fourth of my matingpods played
lightly with her ear holes—first one and then the other.

She screamed again but this
time there was the unmistakable reverberation of mating joy that did not differ
from dimension to dimension. My forepods lifted her higher and I dug even
deeper inside her birth slit. I felt myself tighten in preparation.

Shakyo

Oh,
Yei
! It’s true,
here is no love! This is nothing sacred! There is no ceremony! This Rainbow Man
is raping me exactly as my Elders told me about rape! Suddenly he filled me
with his rope and I knew he had hurt me as I could feel the blood from my
asshole trickle down. His other ropes jammed into me and I could no longer
breathe with the one in my mouth. I screamed, forcing his thin rope out of me,
but the one in my asshole only pushed further, and his damned ropes played with
my ears! Then he pushed completely into my womanhood! His rope was so large I
could feel my body tear and bleed!

Nayee

Perhaps this is an insane
one? Our own history tells us a significant percentage who Call us will be
insane by the standards of their species. She had offered herself freely to me
and now she acts as if she had been unwilling all the time. In anger I jammed
her more forcefully and she screamed to the extent I hurt from the sound.

With more effort than I had
anticipated, I readied myself for what I must do before I snapped back to my
own reality, across the infinite dimensions. I exploded into her birth slit,
feeling her bend forward from the force of my injection. I knew as I felt spent
I had been successful. We always knew. This human would carry my young. Once
more we establish our territory across the dimensions.

Shakyo

I burned! I could feel the
blood flow from my asshole and my pussy as I gagged with the rope in my mouth
and spit it out. I drew in a deep breath and the Rainbow Man flared so brightly
I was blinded. I screamed again and felt all of his ropes withdraw at once. I
fell to the ground and felt a heaviness I had never known and my soul was
spinning with trying to make sense of a
Yei
who rapes. Only Coyote
rapes! Even First Woman had willingly made First Man a cuckold with Badgerman.

I heard a cry and looked up.
Bidziil stood in front of me.

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(Earlier that night)

Bidziil

I was so angry I didn’t
realize I had crushed the
tskloh
I had just found in my hand. I didn’t
know which of the women had lost it. All the women used one to tie back their
hair. Everything needed to be kept in order. Wear your hair loose and a witch
might find a single lost strand and use it to harm you with wicked magic. That
was why you always had to keep a careful eye on women. They’d naturally do
something out of harmony—the way First Woman had betrayed First Man with
Badgerman.

There had been whispers in
the night from the men about how women were disappearing at odd times, claiming
it was their moon time. I had my doubts. Some of the old women said if the
younger ones lived close enough to one another their moon time would become the
same. Old women were often wrong. No, I had no doubt my worst fears had come
true. The women were rebelling, just as in the Stories.

When First Woman lay with
Badger Man, First Man was so righteously offended he called all the Men
together and they left the Women, seeking to purify themselves from their
female corruption. He wisely went to one of the Turquoise Twins who was neither
male nor female, asking Him to go with the Men. “You can do everything a Man
can do or a Woman can do. Come with us to prepare our food and do the things
the Women would do.” He agreed and joined the Men to cross a great river and
they prospered.

The Women grew hungry when
the Men were not there to hunt for them. Their appetites and their lust
continued to grow in their isolation and they sought pleasure in a disgusting
way, having sex with whatever they could find—sticks, stones, cactus they
had scrapped free of thorns. They shoved these things within them, seeking to
replace a true Man’s touch. Then they started giving birth to monsters.

Men have passed these Stories
down to remind us a woman is never to be trusted. Oh, they had fought us. When
the Whitemen came, they tried to convince us our old ways were wrong and that
we should embrace their little god on a stick they wore around their necks. Our
homes were properly round so no evil could collect in the corners, but they had
built a house for their little god and it was shaped like a brick with sharp
corners, no doubt filling up with evil. That would explain a lot of their
behavior.

I had urged our people to
enforce our beliefs and practices, making them as pure as possible to balance
what the Whitemen were doing to us and around us. That also meant cracking down
on the women who wanted to conduct their own ceremonies. As if women had proper
ceremonies—no, that was clearly the responsibility of men. 

Even in the Stories, the only
real thing First Woman had done was to place the
So' Dine'é—
the
Star People--into the night sky. She had even gotten that wrong when Coyote
became impatient with how slowly She was arranging the stars and He grabbed Her
deer skin where She had sorted the shining stars and flung them into the air.

That caused the
Yikáísídáhí
–what I had heard the Whiteman Priest call the Milky Way-- to form. The
stars were scattered haphazardly. My father’s mother had called what Coyote had
done
Łees'áán yílzhódí.
It was a better word. It meant the way a cake
will crumble when you drag it across something hard.  I looked up and it did
look like a lot of shining crumbs above me.

No,
the women needed to be controlled. It took the War Twins to slay the monsters
the Women had birthed after they had satisfied themselves with whatever they
could stick beneath their skirts. I shuddered at the thought of their
profanity. The only truly decent woman was Grandmother Spider, and you were
never told any Stories about
that
one spreading Her legs. I tied the
tskloh
to my belt so I would not lose it the way some careless woman already had.

I knew if anyone was hiding
secrets from me it would be Shakyo. She thought so highly of herself. It would
please me to correct her. She had too much influence among the women. I needed
to attend to that.

In the distance I could smell
meat roasting. Was it some hunter out here by himself? I stopped, trying to
determine where the hunter was. My mouth was watering but I needed to concentrate
on seeing where the women might be hiding themselves. I headed further north,
and heard an odd sound—as if something was being dragged. I thought of
Łees'áán yílzhódí
and how large a cake must be to make such a
sound when being pulled across the ground. I hesitated and wondered what could
be causing this. 

As
silent as if I were tracking a deer I continued on my way. I stopped again when
I heard a woman singing a song I didn’t recognize. How could there be a song I
would not know? I was too far away to be certain but the words were saying
something about the Rainbow. A woman in the middle of the night singing about
the Rainbow was up to no good. Picking up my pace as quietly as I could I
continued on.

It
was the dark of the moon. As I grew closer I could see something that I first
thought was a bush or a shrub that was moving in the wind. But there was no
wind. My eyes grew wide and I realized this was no bush but was like a
wad—a tangle of vines that seemed to be moving on their own. This must be
some sort of witchcraft. No wonder a woman was singing to it. Blessed
Yei
—what
harm was she seeking to bring to our community?

As
I watched, it raised two of its thicker vines and slowly shook them in the
night air. They had started to glow with a rainbow light.

Nyee

I was excited to be in this
human world again. I could smell a fertile female nearby. She must have been
the one to Call me in her ignorance. When the worlds and times were right, all
sorts of entities could summon us. I never knew what to expect. At times it
would be a local equivalent of a priest or some other technician of the sacred.
But most of the time it was just some fool who didn’t know what they were
doing. That was always the best. Entities who thought they knew what they were
doing always had something in mind for my kind.

They’d demand three wishes or
a way to rule over their fellow entities. They would draw circles or other
geometric figures in the vain hope it would somehow control us. Depending on
how it might amuse us, we might go along with their beliefs. When we got tired
of playing then we would get down to business. It was our destiny to share our
seed with the lesser beings.

I grew aroused and felt my
matingpods begin to engorge. My energy spiked up and I began to shed it by my
body throwing it off in the form of electromagnetic energy that began to light
up the area around me, allowing me to better perceive the human female. In the
distance I thought I could feel another human but I concentrated on the one
before me. The one who was so obviously ripe. She was so desirable—not
like the hated
Bai-tai
.

The old memory of being in
the presence of the
Bai-tai
was still so distasteful my primary
matingpods curled painfully tight and I shook them to relax myself. To my
surprise the female mimicked my movement. I had never experienced such a thing
before. I repeated my gesture and so did she. This could prove interesting.

Bidziil

I first wondered if this were
some sort of animal of the Whiteman. Father Dunn had once shown me a picture of
something he called an elephant in one of his books. He told me it was heavier
than several deer and it had a nose like a snake. But this did not feel like an
animal. It had a frightening awareness. It was also much larger than a
deer—more like an elk but even more massive. I wondered if might be
something from the
Yei
, but it did not seem
sacred—just—wrong.