The Tale Of Tadpole Boy: Chapter Two
Tadpole Boy came out of his house the next morning with a smile, a full stomach, and the need to test out his powers to their fullest. Not only would he have some more sex with the mature, attractive wives of the Chief; he would also go hunting and use his new magical voice to bring the animals to him!
His mother and sister had been shocked by yesterday’s gifts but had accepted them after he gave them a little talking to. Now they were warm, well fed, and happy. Very happy in fact. Breakfast had been delicious and the portions had been generous.
His family would not starve. His family would not die of cold in the middle of winter. His family would no longer be poor.
“I will become great and wealthy beyond my dreams,” he told the Raven as the spirit flew down from the top of the small house.
“Sure,” said the Raven as he hopped along the trail beside the boy. They both entered the village center. “That is the whole point of life! To become wealthy. And to become wealthy you must first become great!”
They both decided to revisit the Chief’s house. Tadpole Boy had not yet had his fill of the rich, snobby wives. He did not just want to use them. He wanted to abuse them, make them beg, and even rub ash into their faces as they groveled.
The Raven just wanted to fuck the daughters. Well, to be honest, he wanted to fuck anything that could handle his penis. He had more positions he wanted to try out. In fact, he rarely ran out of ideas when it came to intercourse with the opposite sex. He enjoyed the thought of using the Chief’s daughters again and again. He also planned to try out the slaves. Just because they were slaves did not mean they were bad in bed.
Tadpole Boy walked up the pathway and stopped behind a clump of trees. He peeked down the pathway towards the large wooden house. He had stopped just within sight of the Chief’s home.
“We have to make sure they have gone hunting,” he remarked to the Raven. “And this time we need to leave before they get back.”
“Sure, sure,” said the Raven as he thought about the food, and the sex, and the warmth of the Chief’s huge fire. “We’ll be smart and not give in to our desires.”
Tadpole Boy gave the Raven a look and then turned back to spy on the house.
So they waited. And waited. They were finally rewarded when the Chief, his sons, and some of his nephews, came out of the house and walked down to the shore. There they shoved off in large hunting boats, armed with clubs and spears.
“Gone seal hunting or whale hunting,” said the Raven with a nod of his beak. “They should be gone for much of the day.”
Tadpole Boy agreed with a silent nod and walked up to the house. Both entered it and, once again, surprised the wives and daughters and slaves inside. How DARE this boy and this dirty looking bird enter the Chief’s house without permission?
“Shut up, undress, sit down,” said Tadpole Boy, taking a renewed interest in the older wives. Mature, and large breasted interested him more than the younger daughters or the thin, underfed slaves.
Soon he was groping the large breasts, as the women sat in a circle about him, leaning forward, their chests available to be squeezed and massages in his hands. They moaned and groaned, responding to his touch, and his commands to make them like it.
Tadpole Boy had learned to give the proper suggestions this time. He had not only told them to obey him but to enjoy what he was telling them to do. The daughters were given the same suggestions before they were guided away by the Raven who had transformed himself, once again, into a human being. A feathered human being, but still a human being.
The daughters and slaves ended up in a dark corner. They were treated to a one spirit orgy as the Raven moved about, fucking one slave’s cunt, pumping his dick into a daughter’s mouth, jerking off in another girl’s hair. He was spraying his seed all over and seemed to never tire. Nor did he seem to care who was who. Rank meant nothing to the spirit who had invented mankind. He switched back and forth between the Chief’s daughters and the Chief’s slaves with abandon.
Tadpole Boy found great enjoyment in exploring anal intercourse. The Chief’s wives, even while under his control, seemed unwilling. He really had to command them to enjoy the pain and discomfort and even then it only seemed to work when he had them moan in pleasure with each thrust. Somehow, even when under his complete control, there was a sense of pain and rebellion in their eyes and movements. His commands were either worded badly or he was not covering all the problems anal intercourse was causing the mature women. Perhaps if he had understood the concept of lubrication…
But soon both of them became hungry and Tadpole Boy ordered the women to bring them a meal. He ordered women to use the best cuts of fish and meat. He also ordered the women to serve them while nude. He enjoyed touching their bodies with his greasy hands as he ate dinner.
The Raven was not as interested in their naked bodies. When horny he liked to have sex. When hungry he liked to eat food. Right now, after having sex with so many young women, he was gorging himself with as much food as he could.
“BURP,” said the Raven as he stopped to rest, trying to stand up and wobbling slightly. “We better leave soon. We do not wish to be caught here.”
“True,” said Tadpole Boy as he got up, wiping his greasy mouth clean with a wife‘s long shiny hair. He smiled, for he had a wonderful idea that had been forming since he woke up this morning. He picked at his teeth with a finger nail as he turned the idea into a suggestion in his mind.
“Give me your best knife. Give me your best club.”
The women gave him the best knife and club in the house. They were very nice, having belonged to the Chief. Tadpole Boy nodded, after testing their balance, and gestured for the Raven to follow him to the door.
As they reached the doorway Tadpole Boy turned about and said, “Once we leave you will remember nothing and notice nothing is wrong or out of place.”
Then the two exited the house and Tadpole Boy directed them to the nearby forest.
“I wish to try your wonderful voice while hunting,” said Tadpole Boy. He showed the Raven the knife and club. “And with this I can easily kill and skin whatever animal comes to me. I can kill them without fear of them fighting back.”
“I see,” said the Raven with a tilt of his head. “I would like to watch this. It will be educational.”
So as Tadpole Boy entered the forest, the Raven flew up into the tree tops. He was doubtful about Tadpole Boy’s plan. His lovely voice had never made things THAT easy for him and he suspected that this hunt was not going to go as smoothly as Tadpole Boy thought it would.
Still, thought the Raven, if it worked then it worked and he would learn from it. And if it did not work then he could get a good laugh out of it.
Tadpole Boy did not have to walk far before he saw a perfect target. A small black bear was eating some berries in a clearing. The bear was so focused on the berries that he failed to smell the boy.
Tadpole Boy stood up straight and tall. He said, in a very commanding voice, “Come here and let me kill you.”
The bear looked up from the bushes and started to walk over to Tadpole Boy.
Tadpole Boy was delighted. It would be easy to hunt every type of animal from now on. Even the fish would come to him! He lifted up the club and prepared to deliver a killing blow to the helpless animal.
But Tadpole Boy was wrong. For the bear was a normal bear. Yes, many animals were spirits pretending to be animals. And in those days, before knowledge of the animal world was lost, before the magic went away, some animals still understood humans and even talked to them. Yet this bear could not. Yes, it understood other bears and some of the other animals but the human language was not one that it understood.
So to the bear, Tadpole Boy’s voice sounded wonderful, lovely, perfect. Like the loving noises a female bear might make when in heat. It attracted the bear, not with its meaning, as much as from its beauty. So it was a great shock and surprise to Tadpole Boy when the bear reared up to try to mount the boy. The bear’s penis was throbbing and pretty large for such a small bear.
“AAAAH!” screamed Tadpole Boy as the bear pinned him to the ground. Luckily for Tadpole Boy, he was the wrong shape and size, so the bear could not mount him properly.
Tadpole Boy crawled from under the grunting bear and escaped. Of course, he was screaming the whole time and the bear gave chase. The male bear figured that Tadpole Boy was just a female bear playing hard to get. The tease!
The Raven laughed. He laughed as the bear chased the boy around the clearing. He laughed when the bear chased the boy over a stream, both splashing and slipping. He laughed when both disappeared into the thick woods. He laughed when the boy reappeared with the same bear, a couple of horny bucks, and a very eager skunk in hot pursuit. All the animals were lusting after the young man because of how beautiful his voice sounded even with him just screaming.
Tadpole Boy finally did two things that brought the chase to a close. He stopped screaming and he climbed a tree.
The love sick bear shook and shook the tree. The bucks bellowed love calls and rubbed the tree with their antlers. The skunk just sat at the base and looked up, dreamy eyed, holding a bunch of flowers.
After a few hours the animals went away, tired and heartbroken. Tadpole Boy came down only after they had been gone for over an hour. By the time he reached the ground the sun was low in the sky and the woods were dark.
The Raven just kept laughing the whole way back to the village.
“You could have warned me it would not work with animals!” said Tadpole Boy, rubbing cuts he had gained during the chase.
“How would I know?” said the Raven. “I can talk to anything. How did I know you would not be understood by the first animal you met? I knew nothing of what was going to happen. Really.”
“I guess I cannot blame you,” grumbled Tadpole Boy, who wished to do just that.
“Come on,” said the Raven as he hopped ahead of the boy. “We can still get another meal and grab some furs and pots for your family.”
Tadpole Boy selected a new house to have the evening meal. The family was not as wealthy as the Chief’s but was still well off enough to have a few blankets, furs, and pots to show off to visitors.
So Tadpole Boy and the Raven were able to demand a big meal and still leave enough for the rest of the family. Tadpole Boy, after all, did not wish to starve anybody. He just wanted wealth, power, and sex.
The Raven noticed that there were a few very nice dancing blankets, made with good material and great skill.
“Those would look good on you the next time the village has a festival,” pointed out the Raven as he wobbled about, trying to keep upright after another massive meal.
Tadpole Boy nodded and took the blankets. “My mother and sister would look good in them. It may help my sister give a good impression at the next festival and help her find a good husband too.”
As they left the house Tadpole Boy made sure to say, “You will remember nothing of what happened here and will miss nothing I have taken.”
Tadpole Boy went home with the new blankets after saying good night to the Raven. He was on top of the world and felt great. Nothing could stop him now. Nothing!