(This combines the best selling Ravaged by the Rainbow (Alien Sex Monster) and its exciting sequel and conclusion, Rainbow Alien Sex Monster. Prepare for an adults only story of steamy graphic and explict behavior.)
The innocent young virgin Shakyo believes in her sacred performance of the secret Rainbow Way Ceremony she had succeeded in calling forth one of her tribe’s holy spirits. But she will soon discover the tentacle rainbow entity that appeared was really a Nyee monster that reached across the worlds in search of those exactly like Shakyo. She felt nothing could be worse until her hated enemy suddenly appears--her tribe’s head medicine man who has accused her of witchcraft.
Shakyo must summon all her personal strength and will to survive the attacks of a rainbow tentacle entity and a cruel and vengeful human. Which one is the wors
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 more massive. I wondered if might be something from the Yei, but it did not seem sacred—just—wrong.
The Stories tell us we went through more than one world to get to this land. Could this be a person from one of those other worlds? An old Story told of Coyote stealing a Water Monster baby and bringing it into this world. That was a disaster and many died as a result. I could not let that happen again.
My eyes adjusted to the increasing brightness of the two thick vines that it—he?—had pushed above—his head? I could not see anything I recognized as eyes—or even a face. I looked past him to the woman who was now kneeling before him. She moved slightly. Of course it would be Shakyo. What had she called from an older world into ours?
As I watched he crawled forward, using his front vines to drag his heavy body towards her. He reached out some of the thinner vines and started to pat at her the way a young child will touch a face. Shakyo leaned into that touch. I felt my face tighten. I was sure that must have been how the Women in the Stories looked when they had profaned themselves. I knew in my heart Shakyo was about to commit the same act of breaking the balance.
When I first heard something outside the secret place where we were conducting the Rainbow Way Ceremony, I had feared it was a coyote sneaking around, drawn by the scent of the deer meat we had prepared. But my greater fear was that it would be that damned Bidziil. The head medicine man seemed to have focused all his sense of blame and shame on the women of our community and more especially on me. The more he and the others lost their status and importance as the Whitemen controlled so much, the more threatened they were.
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About the Author
I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night.
I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises?
You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com