Rite of the Full Moon
Teteu sniffed the smoky air nervously. Clad only in a loincloth, with two red streaks of face paint under each of his eyes and a long braid ending in a feather dangling from his headfur, he looked somewhat helpless and bewildered, his lean, delicate body tense with anticipation, the thin muscles clearly outlined under his perfectly golden fur.
He looked around the sparsely-furnished Full-Moon kiva, the vast space glowing dim orange in the light of 4 lamps, each sputtering and flickering as they burned their fuel of grouse fat. It was a ritual space set 6 feet deep into the rocks some miles outside the pueblo and covered with a large earth and wood dome, with a hole in the center and a ladder through this hole providing the only entrance. On one side sat various props, wooden masks and stage equipment for various rituals performed during the year's many rituals associated with the full moon; the New-Moon and Half-Moon kivas served a similar purpose, a space for the priests of each house of the moon to gather for spirit visions, and for storing ritual objects. The Kivas had always been a place of intrigue and mystery to the young coyote.
Yet the Full-Moon Kiva had one object the other Kivas didn't... Opposite the stacks of grotesque masks and brightly-painted antelope-hide backdrops was a single mattress, stuffed with the soft down that blew from certain desert plants in late spring. Beside it, a short table with two earthen pots, one containing black body paint, the other filled with a slick balm of aloe and seed oils. A single lamp lit this area, giving it a soft, almost inviting glow that made the young coyote feel more at ease with what awaited him.
It had been the winter before, that cold winter of the year of the Jackrabbit, when he first beheld his destiny... his name was Susue.
Just the thought of the name made him warm... That winter, when there were not enough blankets for all, and the eldest sons of each household were asked to give theirs to younger siblings, the tall, handsome warrior had taken him into his own house, a small but cozy room midway up the towering adobe dwellings of the pueblo, and the two had passed the winter in a warmth far beyond what a simple hide blanket could bring.
Yet Teteu had been horrified by how he felt for Susue... He kept the secret, not sure what to make of it. He was only scarcely of age, and still none too wise about the world. He had heard that the Great Spirit sent among the tribes certain two-spirited ones, those who wore the body of a male over the twin souls of male and female, they who could commune with the gods, they who lived as females, and most often married warriors.
But he could hardly see himself as something so rare, so gifted, so important! The thought of being a two-spirited one, of bearing that much status in the tribe... it mortally terrified him!
It did not help, either, what his playmates years ago had told him of the Rite of the Full Moon, when the Priest of the Full Moon awakened the female spirit within a two-spirited one.
"I hear they stick a cactus up their tailholes!" "I hear the priest ties them to a bed and spanks them until they bleed!" "I hear the priest likes to make them howl in pain as he cuts off their boy-parts with a dull flint blade!" These childhood rumors seemed so ridiculous, it's true... no one outside of young boys at play really believed these things. Yet when one is unsure of one's place in this world, even the most absurd rumors take on a certain life of their own.
Teteu felt lost and afraid, until one day early that spring, just as after the prickly pears on the ridge overlooking the pueblo had bloomed, Susue took him aside, calling him into his home. The tall, strong warrior who had sent rival tribes running in fear had such a tranquil gentleness that day... Teteu could remember that loving look in his eyes and felt such a deep and swelling love as he recalled the words the two had spoken.
"Teteu... Beautiful child of the sun... I love you." Teteu burst into tears and threw his arms around Susue, kissing him profusely, only managing to choke out the words "What took you so long?" The two paused, looked at each other, then burst out laughing at the silliness of the comment. "I want you to be my wife, Teteu," said Susue, his silly grin disappearing and an intensity that demanded attention filling his gaze. Teteu just shuddered in his embrace, looking for the words to say... Then finally said exactly what he felt. "Susue... I'm afraid."
"Afraid? I see..." said Susue. "You're thinking of all it will mean to be the two-spirited wife of your tribe's bravest warrior, aren't you?" Teteu nodded shyly. "And you're thinking of all the silly stories we told as cubs about the Rite of the Full Moon, aren't you?" He nodded again, blushing a bit as he acknowledged giving such silly stories room to breathe. "But Teteu," he said, his voice so deep and strong and radiating such a thrilling mix of love, strength, and confidence, "You know, so long as you are promised to be my bride, you will have nothing to fear ever, in all your life." The two fell into a passionate, entangled kiss, Teteu absently reaching for the warrior's loincloth, but he stopped him. "No... Not yet, my love. We must obey the laws of the tribe."
That was all he needed... He told his family, spoke with the Priest of the Full Moon, and he and Susue were betrothed by the light of the New Moon. The two families were joyous that their sons would be joined in a two-spirited union, and much feasting and celebration followed.
Some months passed, and the last weeks of summer signaled their coming when the sage brush began to wither and blow away. It was decided then that on the night of the next full moon, just three days away, a procession would follow the day's journey out of the pueblo and into the Kivas... Where Teteu waited now, staring up through the single hole in the ceiling as the drums of the procession drew further away, the silhouette of the priest dark against the full moon as he watched the light of the procession's torches fade into the distance.
At last, the priest descended. Tantaya-uma, ninth Priest of the Full Moon, stood before him, his chest rippling, his haunches taut and muscular, his maleness hiding behind the small flap of his loincloth... Tantaya-uma was a stunningly handsome male in his own right, tall for a coyote and with slightly more black guard hairs on his golden fur than one might expect, giving him the appearance of wearing a wide black mantle from his forehead, all the way down his back, to the tip of his tail. He smiled at Teteu, a warm, friendly smile.
"So, my son... Are you ready to begin?" A chill ran down Teteu's spine, his breath catching in his throat... He finally choked out a single word. "Yes." The priest stepped over to him, kissing his forehead gently and stroking his ears. The young coyote felt calmer immediately, the priest's gentle touch reassuring him. "All I need you to do is lay down on the bed, on your back. This won't hurt at all... I couldn't hurt a pretty thing like you if I wanted to!" Teteu blushed slightly, but slowly sauntered over to the bed, lying down as he had been instructed. He tried to display tranquility, but his ears were still folded slightly back with worry.
The priest followed, and sat on a corner of the bed, running a paw down his chest, caressing his side, down to his thigh, then with a single, quick, deft motion, his claws shredded the string of his loincloth and pulled it away from him, leaving his sheath, now somewhat swollen and starting to show the pink of an erection, exposed to the cool air of the Kiva. The priest gave Teteu's maleness a playful squeeze, eliciting a gasp and a moan from the young coyote. He had never had someone else touch him there... He had touched himself many times, hiding behind rocks as he writhed in fantasies of his beloved Susue, but the feeling of a firm paw on his member was so new!
The priest just smiled gently, then took the paint pot and dipped a paint brush into it. He began chanting softly, his voice soothing and monotone as he took the brush and placed it on Teteu's chest, making him shudder as he traced two circles, side-by-side, over his otherwise featureless chest, then two under those, and two more under those... The feeling of the paint brush made him squirm... It did feel good, in an odd way, and he noticed a cool breeze licking at the sensitive flesh of his maleness as it extended further from his sheath. The priest continued, placing a dot in each of the circles. Then below this, on Teteu's soft belly fur, he painted the sign of the Great Spirit, a sun burst with a halo around it. Teteu giggled and murred softly as the brush tickled the sensitive skin of his belly. On either side of the Great Spirit symbol, the priest then painted the male and female symbol. The male, on his right, was an arrow through a circle; the female, on his left, an eye inside a diamond.
At last, after taking his time painting the ritual symbols on Teteu's fur, Tantaya-uma stopped chanting, set the paint brush and pot aside, and kissed Teteu's nose softly. He slipped off his own loincloth and nudged Teteu's legs apart... he complied. He crawled between them, moving up Teteu's body, caressing him ever so gently, licking his fur, moving up until their sheaths were against each other. He slipped his muzzle over Teteu's in a kiss as he began grinding his sheath against the younger coyote's. Teteu was overwhelmed by the sensation and warmth... overwhelmed by the desire within, the emptiness that he knew only one thing could fill... And at last he understood what the slick balm was for.
As if reading his mind, the priest reached for this, and sitting up, pushed back his sheath and spread a pawful of the sweet-smelling liquid on his glistening erection. "Now, this may hurt slightly... Just breathe in, push out with your tailhole the way you do when relieving yourself, and most of all, think of the Great Spirit and of your husband to be."
Tantaya-Uma lifted Teteu's legs up, then placed his shining, swollen cock against the younger coyote's tailhole. He gave a nod, and Teteu breathed deep and pushed out. The priest slowly slid his member into Teteu's silky-smooth passage, the young coyote gritting his teeth as he tried to keep pushing out, the priest's rather large member stretching his entrance more than he had ever experienced. The priest's experience showed as he paused occasionally, letting Teteu's aching ring stretch and relax around his shaft. Slowly, gradually, he became acclimated, and the priest began to move back and forth in and out of him, leaning forward and embracing him, nuzzling his neck.
Teteu began panting hard. So, this was what it was like, to be known by another male? Oh gods yes! He had never felt such intense sensations across his body before, and he could feel sweat forming on both his and the priest's body, matting their fur as the older coyote increased his pace, moving faster and faster into Teteu's tight virgin depths.
Teteu's penis began to swell fully, the thick knot at its base standing out prominently as he humped into Tantaya-Uma's soft belly fur, the priest's thick maleness now bumping his prostate and sending new thrills through his body.
The priest's knot began swelling in kind, and his thrusts became more and more labored as the resistance grew, Teteu's tailhole grasping at his member, waiting to ensnare him in an intimate embrace... He was so close, almost there...
The two howled as Tantaya-Uma's knot at last swelled to its full glory, Teteu's tailhole clamping down on the thick bulge, both of them climaxing simultaneously, Teteu soaking the priest's belly in thick semen. The sensation was such a shock to his body and mind that both Teteu and the priest felt faint, and the last thing the younger coyote noticed was the muscled body of Tantaya-Uma going limp and collapsing on him like a heavy blanket.
The two awoke some time later in the night, the sky still dark and filled with stars. Tantaya-uma had slid out of Teteu's anus, his cock now flaccid and dangling out of its sheath as he nudged it back into place. A muffled moan arose from Teteu, then he smiled. "That was very nice," he said. The priest looked at him with a blissful expression. "I've never enjoyed initiating a two-spirited one so much in all my life! I hope my wife doesn't mind if I come home a little more disheveled than usual!"
Teteu giggled. "Well, it's still night... And you don't have to go back to females until dawn... Perhaps you could... well... have me one more time?"
The priest licked Teteu's nose. "I think that would be lovely." The two began to caress each other again. This time Teteu seemed more confident, more sure of what he wanted. But just as their erections began to return, the priest paused. "There is something... I've never done this with an initiate, but... Well, I've done this perhaps seven times in the few years I've been Priest of the Full moon, being with males has become just as easy and natural as being with a female, but never once has a male actually entered me... I guess what I mean is... Teteu, my son, will you penetrate me?" Now it was the priest who was blushing, having averted his eyes, his expression one of almost feminine demure.
Teteu just smiled. "Why yes, I think I'd like that." He kissed the priest's nose. "I'd like that a lot."
Tantaya-Uma laid flat on his belly, his tail raised. "Be gentle," the priest said, moaning as Teteu began to rub his back and shoulders. Teteu's skillful paws moved their way slowly down the priest's back, then slowly massaged his buttocks. Teteu then grabbed the pot of slick balm, and rubbed some under the priest's tail, and even more on his now-hard shaft. He stretched his body over Tantaya-Uma's and moved his hips into position, then slowly, gently, slid his member into the priest's tight tailhole, murring loudly at the tingling sensation along his sensitive shaft.
The priest moaned and shuddered... So this is how his initiates felt? His job seemed that much better... the two-spirited ones almost had it better than he did! Teteu's smaller, but still amply-sized shaft was more than enough to give him a taste of how it felt. Yes... Perhaps he would do this with all his two-spirited initiates, give them one last taste of being male before a life of living as females.
The younger coyote quickened his pace as the burning between his hips became more intense, the slick, tight walls of Tantaya-Uma's anus caressing his tingling shaft. It was not long before he could feel his knot forming again, this time ready to plunge into the priest and empty its load deep under the older male's tail.
Teteu jerked his hips four sharp times, eliciting excited yips from the priest as he finally tied his thick knot inside Tantaya-uma, an earth-shattering orgasm rippling through his body as jet after jet of thick seed spurted into the priest, so much that rivulets of white began flowing down the edges of his tailhole. Tantaya-Uma panted, then let out a deep groan that turned into a feral snarl as his own orgasm hit, splashing the mattress with his musky juices.
Exhausted, the two rolled onto their sides. "Teteu," said the priest, "I have to say, I hope Susue knows how lucky he will be to have you as a bride." Teteu giggled and scritched behind Tantaya-Uma's ear, making the priest murr loudly. "I hope your wife knows how lucky she is... I know I will miss having you, O Priest of the Full Moon." There was a hint of sadness in Teteu's voice, and it pained the older coyote.
"You know," said the priest, "On the first of winter, I choose one of our two-spirited ones to join me in the steam lodge for our winter vision quest. The two of us, alone, with a full four days on our paws..."
Teteu's knot had almost receded enough to withdraw until this point, but the thought of four days in a hot, steamy lodge with Tantaya-Uma, with no one the wiser, made his bulge return to its full glory as he began to thrust slightly, his hips moving absently. "Why, Tantaya-Uma, I believe we have a date!"
Teteu kissed the priest's cheek, then relaxed behind him, the two falling asleep in the flickering light of the kiva.