Kiowa's Story 

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By Kiowa 

Snap! The coyote's jaws came together just missing the tip of Kiowa's tail. The black tailed prairie dog,along with several others of his colony, was running for his life from the hungry predator. Kiowa looked ahead, seeing that the safety of his burrow was quite close now. Just as he reached the entrance, he heard a high pitched squeal of terror, followed by a pregnant silence. He looked back to see his brother, Keyapaha hanging limply from the coyote's jaws, blood staining his fur. The coyote, his interest in the rest of the colony now lost, trotted off with his meal. With tears in his eyes, Kiowa made his way to the main chamber where his sister, Kachina awaited him. She had no need of words from him. The look on his face told the story, one she had seen so many times before. She only needed to know who had been caught this time.."Keyahapa has been taken." 

."So many of our colony are gone." 

."Our father, our mother, and how many brothers, sisters and cousins, only the Spirit knows. Is this our only fate?" 

."We do not know the Great Spirit's ways. Only he knows why we are doomed to be prey." 

Kiowa tore his fur in his frustration. "But surely someone understands. What about the Shaman?" 

."The Shaman?" 

."Yes! That's what I must do! See the Shaman and get some answers!" 

."Don't be a fool, Kiowa. The journey is long and you will be needlessly exposing yourself to the hungry ones. Besides, he will only tell you it is the will of the Spirit." 

."There has to be more to life than claws, teeth, and beaks!" 

."Please don't. It is a waste of time, energy, and perhaps your life." 

."Our lives are worthless anyway, and I want to know why. I leave in the morning." 

*** 

The rays of the early morning sun were just making their appearance across the Sand Hills of western Nebraska when Kiowa poked his head out into the stiff prairie breeze. Kachina followed close behind him. The two stood on the edge of the burrow and embraced. 

."If you never return you will live on in our minds, our hearts, and our souls." Thus did Kachina make her farewell in the traditional manner of the prairie dogs. Kiowa scanned the horizon warily, then scampered off toward the Shaman's home. 

Kiowa's journey was a very lucky one. He only had three close calls the whole time, and that was over several days. He slept in abandoned burrows, making sure that no snakes were living in them. Finally, he arrived at a rather nondescript shack near the edge of the human town. Despite it's plain appearance, he could feel the magic within, and knew he had reached the Shaman. 

The rays of the early morning sun were just making their appearance across the Sand Hills of western Nebraska when Kiowa poked his head out into the stiff prairie breeze. Kachina followed close behind him. The two stood on the edge of the burrow and embraced. 

."If you never return you will live on in our minds, our hearts, and our souls." 

Thus did Kachina make her farewell in the traditional manner of the prairie dogs. Kiowa scanned the horizon warily, then scampered off toward the Shaman's home. 

Kiowa's journey was a very lucky one. He only had three close calls the whole time, and that was over several days. He slept in abandoned burrows, making sure that no snakes were living in them. Finally, he arrived at a rather nondescript shack near the edge of the human town. Despite it's plain appearance, he could feel the magic within, and knew he had reached the Shaman. 

The rays of the early morning sun were just making their appearance across the Sand Hills of western Nebraska when Kiowa poked his head out into the stiff prairie breeze. Kachina followed close behind him. The two stood on the edge of the burrow and embraced. 

."If you never return you will live on in our minds, our hearts, and our souls." Thus did Kachina make her farewell in the traditional manner of the prairie dogs. Kiowa scanned the horizon warily, then scampered off toward the Shaman's home. 

Kiowa's journey was a very lucky one. He only had three close calls the whole time, and that was over several days. He slept in abandoned burrows, making sure that no snakes were living in them. Finally, he arrived at a rather nondescript shack near the edge of the human town. Despite it's plain appearance, he could feel the magic within, and knew he had reached the Shaman. Kiowa stood, all of 4 inches tall, before the Shaman's door, wondering how he could gain admittance when he heard a soft voice from within. "I feel your presence, little one." 

The door opened, and Kiowa looked up into the face of an ancient Sioux elder. His face was leathery and the color of a vintage penny. A warm smile beamed down upon him. 

"Enter, my friend." 

."Your need is known to me. You don't understand why the Great Spirit brought you into the world only to make your life brief and fearful, and your death violent." 

Kiowa was taken aback by the Shaman's knowledge of his quest. "Y..yes, that's right. I f he is all powerful, can't he feed the hungry ones some other way? Why can't they eat grass, as we do?" 

."If all creatures ate grass, soon there would be no more grass for anyone. Then all would starve. The hungry ones are necessary for the great universal balance. And remember, they are his children as much as you are." 

Kiowa sighed. "My sister told me that is what you would say. I suppose next you'll tell me to accept my fate." 

If Kiowa had not been moping and hanging his head, he might have noted a strange twinkle in the Shaman's eye. "Your fate cannot be changed. But your attitude about it can. I have something here that will make your fate less terrifying. In fact", said the Shaman as he moved 0 ver to reach up to a high shelf, "it will be pleasant."."Pleasant? How can ending your days in a coyote's stomach be pleasant?" 

."I have studied magic that is known but to a few. And I can change your whole life with these crystals." 

The Shaman produced a shaker which held something looking like salt, but having a faint violet tinge. He liberally sprinkled the granules all over the prairie dog, smiling as he did so. The crytals melted, soaking into Kiowa's skin. 

."Ah! That should do it!" 

."Do what?" 

."Give you several magic powers that will prove very useful. First of all, you will no longer fear the hungry ones. In fact, you will look forward to being eaten." 

."Oh great! All that will do is shorten my life by removing my survival instincts." 

."Not so. There is more. The magic will affect the hungry ones as well, making them more prone to swallow you alive and whole." 

."What's the difference? I'll be suffocated before I'm halfway down the throat." 

."Oh no. You will survive the trip to their stomachs intact. You will have no need to breathe and can resist being digested as long as you wish." 

."What do you mean 'their stomachs'? You talk as if this will happen more than once." 

."Ah, but this is the best part! The magic also affects your spirit! When your ghost flies from the flesh you no longer posess,. you may reincarnate as many times as you like!" 

."Do you mean I'm going to spend eternity being eaten again and again?" 

."In a word, yes!" 

."This is too much for me to comprehend!" 

."Not only that, but I have recently heard of a special place where others of like mind dwell. You must seek the rising sun and travel many days to the land of the Ojibwa." 

."But how can I find this special place? 

."I cannot tell. But there is one who has made the journey and lives there now. He has returned for a brief visit. Look for Klondike the elk." 

."Klonnie? I haven't seen him in ages! I didn't know he had left. I thought he had...." 

Kiowa left the last part unspoken. 

."Oh, but he has! Many times!" 

."You mean...?" 

."That's right. He also seeks the hungry ones." 

*** 

."The Shaman did WHAT?" 

."I just told you, Kachina." 

."This is madness! I should never have let you go to see him!" Kachina tried to hold back the tears. "Now I really will lose you for good." 

Their converstaion was interruped by thunderous vibrations from the surface. Kiowa poked his head from the burrow carefully and found himself gazing upon a magnificent bull elk in his prime. 

."Klondike!" 

."Kiowa, my little friend! My heart rejoices at your survival!" Such is the greeting among the prey species. 

."Klondike! The Shaman must have told you about me!" 

."He sure did! And I'm here to guide you to your new life!" 

Kachina felt tears forming. "But what about me? Where does that leave me?" 

Kiowa hugged her tenderly. "You can join us! Just go to the Shaman and receive his magic." 

."Kiowa, this isn't for me. This life is my destiny and I must see it through." 

Klondike sighed. "I'm sorry you don't understand. But the option will stay open. 

But if you want to change your mind, you need to do it soon. You never know..." 

."You do what you must. And I will do what I must. The time may come later. But for now, we must part." 

Kiowa wept openly at his sister's choice. "If I never see you again, you will on in my mind, my heart, and my spirit." 

."And mine as well.", said the big elk. 

."Ok, Klonnie, I'm ready. Lead on!" Then looking up at his big friend he scratched his head. "But how can I keep up with you? Your legs are so much longer than mine." 

."Guess I'll have to carry you. Wait until I lie down. Then you can scramble up on my back." 

Kiowa looked up at the big elk again. He took an especially long look at his muzzle with his soft black lips. He watched the flashes of red tongue as his friend spoke. A strange feeling came over him. One he had never felt before, but still he knew it's meaning full well. 

"Wait, I have a better idea."Klondike chuckled. "I see that look in your eyes. I've seen it before, and I've *had* it before. This should be interesting. I've never swallowed anyone before. But it should work. 

No digestion goes on in my paunch and you'll be nice and comfy for the trip." Kachina couldn't believe what she was hearing! "Do you mean to swallow my brother right before my eyes? And he *wants* you to?" 

Klondike looked at Kachina with affection in his eyes. "Maybe once you see how much he enjoys the experience, you'll understand." 

."I don't know if I *can* watch." 

Kiowa hugged his sister tenderly. "You don't have to. But I think Klonnie's right. It may well enlighten you." 

Klondike lowered his head, gently nuzzling Kiowa, rubbing his fur all over with his soft rubbery lips. Kiowa noticed a stirring in his loins that he wasn't expecting! 

Klonnie gently picked him up with his lips and sucked him into his mouth, where he rested on the elk's soft wet tongue. 

Kiowa's cock poked out of his sheath, swelling and hardening with each passing second. 

"Hey Klonnie, the Shaman told me the experience would be pleasant, but he never said anything about erotic! I'm as hard as a rock!" He felt a voice forming in his mind... 

."It's a pleasant surprise, isn't it? I remember how it was the first time I was swallowed. Such an orgasm I had never known before! Oh, did he tell you about mind linking? That's how I'm talking to you even with my mouth full:)"Kiowa was too busy humping Klondike's tongue to answer. The intensity of the experience was so strong that he came very quickly, dousing his friend's tongue with drops of tasty cum. 

."Ummmm! Delicious! Thank you, Kiowa!" Klondike tilted his head back, causing Kiowa to slide back to the entrance to his gullet. He felt himself sinking into the spongy funnel, thrilling to the slippery warmth. So snug! So comfy... Klondike swallowed, and Kiowa gasped as he felt strong muscular waves pulling him down the narrow gullet until he popped into Klondike's paunch. 

Kachina nearly fainted when she saw Klondike swallow. But then a voice formed in her mind... 

"Hey sis! It's nice in here!" 

."Kiowa! You're alive?" 

."Alive and comfy! Oh Kachina, I've never felt so wanted in all my life!" 

Klondike smiled at Kachina. "Are you starting to understand?" 

."I see that this is right for Kiowa, but I'm still not sure about myself. But my thoughts will be with both of you as you journey to the land of the Ojibwa. May the Spirit keep you both in his hand." 

Klondike leaned down and nuzzled Kachina tenderly, then turned to the east and trotted off. 

*** 

Of their journey to the east, there is not much to say. Kiowa found travelling in Klondike's paunch to be a bit bouncy, but comfortable. Klondike had to pause to browse every so often, and there was always something for Kiowa to nibble on in what Klonnie ate. When Klonnie had to rest and chew his cud, he brought up Kiowa first, who then got a chance to look around at the different places they stopped in. He had never seen a forest before, and was quite taken aback the first time he saw the enormous trees towering over them both. 

Perhaps the most surprising experience of all was the time Kiowa felt Klondike's movements change. His legs were still obviously moving, but the ride was much smoother. 

He asked Klonnie what was happening. 

."I'm swimming a river." came the reply. "It's too dangerous to try to cross one of the human's bridges. I've seen too much of automobiles. There are none where we are going." Several more rivers were crossed this way before the journey was through. 

Finally there came the time when Klondike brought Kiowa up and he found himself in a beautiful garden. Flowers of every shape and hue danced in the gentle breeze and butterflies flittedhither and yon. "Oh Klonnie! This place is beautiful! Where are we?" 

."We have arrived. This is the Delaforge Peace Garden. It's a special place my good friend M'torrn keeps up. My cabin is nearby." 

."You live in a cabin? But that's a human type dwelling." 

."Oh yes, I forgot. This place has a certain magic of its own." With that, he wrinkled his brow in concentration. Kiowa gawked at the golden misty cloud that suddenly surrounded his cervine friend. Then the cloud vanished, and Klondike had become a bipedal anthro elk. He picked Kiowa up and put him on top of his head, between his antlers. "Come on, I'll show you around the place." Kiowa hung on to Klonnie's horns as they headed up the path to Klonnie's cabin and Kiowa's new life. 

[Finis] 

Epilogue: History relates that after a few more close calls, Kachina did indeed visit the Shaman and joined her brother where they now both live with Klondike. On cold winter's nights there is nothing they like better than to cuddle and sleep together in the comfy warmth of Klondike's paunch. 

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