Witnessing a Miracle
#3 of Other Stories
(Meta note: this is a story out of my archive, which I have put up because the story I planned to put up isn't done yet. I edited it down to 2,000 words for fun, also.)
(Content warning: the tags do not do justice to the huge mess that is this story. Consider yourself warned... or turned on, depending.)
Witnessing a Miracle
It was dark when Umar crept into the cave, where the elders forbade anyone. The taboo was not for fear of death or danger, but fear of that which is holy and perfect. Herein resided the God of their tribe, Naresh, who would kill any one or anything that took up residence in his shrine. Umar, however, sought this fate.
It was completely dark; the young hyena felt his way slowly down a short tunnel, and soon found a small enclosure, with torches in a tight circle lighting the room. This was it, Umar thought: an empty throne on the far wall; a pool of magical water, watched by the torch light; bloods drops walking toward it, where they had performed their rituals.
He was sure this was it. As the lights projected their long shadows over the walls, and made the magical water glisten in gentle, still reflection, he could feel a presence here. Knowing that it was no earthly force which he felt, he became anxious. He knew he wanted death, but the feeling made it much more real -- and frightening.
"Get it over with," he whispered, thinking once again about the secret he discovered last spring when he came of age. The secret that made him prefer death to what he would go through in life. But despite his certainty of being heard, no deliverance came. The firey eyes staring down at him from the wall did not act.
Getting impatient, he decided that Naresh would act if he was sufficiently offended. Getting goose bumps as he brought his own demise, he licked his finger and thumb, and snuffed out one of the torches. The shadows in the room loomed larger, but nothing else changed. So he put out another; and another; and another.
The two remaining in the ring of six were needed to let him see his hands before his face. He decided to do something that the elders would consider unthinkable. Standing right at the edge of the pool, spreading his legs a little, and he began to dilute the magic water what was in his bladder. He managed to get the yellow stain to float most of the way to the outer rim before he was empty.
Even as the smell permeated the room, nothing happened -- until he started feeling sleepy. It was not that late at night; surely his tribe were still enjoying the night outside the cave. Was this sleepiness the mechanism for his death? It would surely be ideally quiet.
He sat on the hide-covered throne, and the darkness drew him to sleep -- a slumber from which Umar thanked his warrior chieftain for an act of mercy.
***
But the next thing Umar felt was a hand stroking his shoulder. To his delight it was a very large hand, most likely male. Momentarily, he could smell sweat -- male sweat. His conscious mind not keeping his secret, he smiled, and stretched, starting to get an erection -- and that's when he realized he would be in trouble.
Umar sat bolt upright and opened his eyes, only to see the visage he never expected. There was a massive, male chest before him, and atop it, was a tawny neck, and muscular head. But this hyena had not only luminescent yellow eyes sagely gazing down at him, but distinctive, teardrop marks in an arc around his neck. Those were the signature markings of Naresh
Umar's heart leapt into his throat, as he realized the great warrior now stood in front of him. In total shock, realizing his death would be far more painful than he anticipated, he yelped, "kill me!"
"I came not as a harbinger of death, but a healer," Naresh answered gently, "why should I kill you?"
"Because I have desecrated your home!" he answered, now wishing he hadn't made Naresh so angry.
But the deep voice that answered was calm. "Desecrated? Where?"
Umar got up, so he could see behind the deity, whose 7 foot height made even their tallest elder look meek. To his surprise, the torches were all lit, and the new light made the pool shimmer specks of light everywhere.
Despite these new indications, however, he was certain of what he had done. But before he could argue Naresh walked over to the pool.
"Um," Umar tried to interrupt, but the hyena had already sunk a third of his frame into the two feet of water it contained, making it overflow the sides a little bit.
"I need a bath," he sighed, relaxing into the water, "what is it?"
"Um," Umar struggled, "don't take a bath in it."
"Why not? It's even warm, instead of being stone cold as usual."
This observation got Umar to blush. "Because, uh, there's a reason that it's warm," answered, unable to just say the words.
"Yes," confirmed Naresh, "I could smell your urine."
Umar winced, until he heard the next sentence.
"If that's what you think desecration is, you need not worry."
Umar's embarrassment didn't leave him. "I don't?" he asked.
"You don't," Naresh answered. "I come here to absorb the pains, aches, and lives of my people."
The behavior of Naresh was not matching what Umar had been taught about the greatest warrior chieftain there ever was. "Who are you?" he asked, having difficulty with phrasing it any other way. "are you not Naresh, the great warrior?"
"I was," he replied, "but war means nothing since I have become ethereal. There is no need for protection or survival. All that awaits us is silence and peace. It is only through great pain that I return myself to this life, with what powers I do have."
"So everything I have been taught is wrong? About your battles? About your bravery? About your life?"
"No," Naresh reassured, standing up from the pool, "it is all correct. I have done many great things, but not for the love of conquest. Nomads must fight for everything. But now, you have made a home. You must lick your wounds. And," he added, stepping closer to Umar and putting his hands upon the shoulders of the young male, "I sense you are gravely wounded in the heart."
Umar was so embarassed, and so aroused by Naresh's touch, that he just nodded slowly. His stomach knotted, his heart accelerated. But when he began looking over Naresh, he was perplexed: there was not a drop of water on his fur, and his hyena tail was now bushier and as tall as his head, giving him a squirrel-like appearance.
"Come," Naresh commanded softly with a gentle, omniscient smile, "step into the pool with me."
Umar nervously obeyed, and walked toward the pool -- but to his surprise, the round, stone basin was empty.
"You," commanded Naresh, gently pushing Umar to his knees, "are going to help me fill it."
Even without understanding what that meant, a sense of excitement of divine proportion crept up on Umar; it only magnified when Naresh's hand gingerly tipped his head back, and the other started pushing the hyena's cock toward him. It was 5 inches long -- relaxed.
Umar started getting properly hard as the flesh was pushed willingly into his mouth. He started sucking on it, but the hand on the back of his head made him stop. Instead, it was pushed all the way to the back of his throat. Umar almost choked, but managed to breathe deeply through his nose. His heart was about to break out of his chest.
Umar heard, "are you ready?"
He tensely nodded.
But what he got was not what he expected. A stream of pure warm water began pouring down his throat. He couldn't help biting down -- but found the flesh as tough as leather. Upon seeing his discomfort, the tip pushed all the way into his throat, so that the stream could flow continuously into his stomach.
Naresh sighed, obviously enjoying this. Even Umar found some vicarious enjoyment, as he let the small torrent of water rush endlessly down his throat. With the hands that had grasped the haunches of the hyena reflexively, he could feel Naresh's tall tail beginning to shrink. Apparently, he was really full.
But as Umar's stomach filled, it became clear he couldn't hold it all. The moment his fear made him want to stop, Naresh petted his head. "It's okay," he whispered in a relaxed voice, still in a mild trance, "you'll be okay."
Sure enough, when his stomach was full, Umar felt the water rushing through his body, and filling his bladder. Before long it was full, and when the pain became too much, he just let the muscles go and started trickling pee.
It felt good, but it was not enough; he was still being filled faster than he could empty himself. No sooner had the his bladder swollen to unnervingly did the new water begin to take a different course. His stomach suddenly began to emptying it into his guts instead.
Before long, a new pressure came upon him, from his tailhole, even as his pain eased and his long pee was able to reduce the swelling. He tried to hold his bowels as long as he could, but even before a minute went by, all the water filling him up became too much, and he let go with a groan.
Compared to the trickle from his penis, his bowels were a deluge. He didn't care about the mess he was creating; he only cared that he was emptying and filling at the same rate -- and that Naresh's tail was almost back to normal size.
"Almost done," reassured Naresh, as Umar tried to ignore the aches and pains of his his body. The words, somehow, magically got him thinking instead to the pleasures of relief; both the flow of his body, and what Naresh must be feeling behind those distant eyes. The water made him feel warm inside, some of its magical properties seeming to rub off on him as it passed through.
At long last, he saw the tail stop shrinking, and the liquid trickled to a stop. His bowls took time to drain, and his stream of urine stopped shrotly thereafter. When he was finally able to stand, getting up painfully from his knees, he was astonished to see no huge mess around him, but only a clear, undisturbed pool of the holy water, and gratitude on the face of Naresh.
"Thank you," the warrior sighed affectionately.
But Umar thought it was Naresh who should be thanked; not only did he feel clean, inside and out, but his spirit was revived. The shame and guilt -- as well as the fear of Narsh -- were washed away by that water.
He had but one question, his joy and gratitude radiating from him. "How could I possibly repay you?"
Naresh needed not a second thought. "Within this cave is a library where the elders have hidden my words. Find it, and teach the people my ways of healing both the soul and the body. War is for a distant time. Healing is what they need now."
With nothing more than a devoted promise to do so, Umar's eyes drifted closed in the hyena's strong arms.
***
When Umar found the book described to him in his dream, he snuck out by daybreak. The elders were outraged over what had happened, and cursed the defiler throughout the tribe -- but at the same time, Umar spread a much different word; of healing and compassion. It was hard to believe it was from Naresh.
It was mere weeks before the tribe broke in two: the old and the new followers of Naresh. Neither side would back down, nor murder their kinsman, so they parted ways. Ironically, it was the old followers who became nomads once again and left the new followers. It was better that way, thought Naresh, for his new tribe would let him have any male he wanted.
The End.