“Not hard. I’m the ‘other’ to them.”“You’re not supposed to understand that.”“Nor your being a python nor me an eagle.”“Hmmm. Do...you fight?”“No. Pushing in the hallway, but no real fighting.”“Do you retaliate?”“Not worth it. But I have a plan. A Pitjantjara plan.”“Can you explain to me?”“Sure. I’m gong to point the bone at them.”“You’re not serious!”“Sort of. I don’t know the dances, and I haven’t the spells. But it seems to be mental. I’ve smoothed a white chopstick. It’s like a prepared bone. I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it!And I woke up. The kid who put his hands between my legs in the dream was me, because my arm was already down my pajamas. My heart was still going, and I started coming. I didn’t even have to move my fingers. I just pressed them to my clitty and curled up in a ball and came. It was scary, because all this sex stuff was getting me into so much trouble, but it was comforting, too, knowing I could still feel good after everything that had happened.Anyway, it was. There were items left behind which I added to my inventory before checking on the wounded orc. She was barely conscious and huddled in a fetal position on the ground."I won't hurt you," I said as I searched my inventory for anything that might heal her."You... you killed it," she whimpered. "...with one shot... who are you?" I am Shadow Oak, but my friends call me Shadow," I said in introduction.The only thing I had to heal her with was my saliva. Apparently cat folk can lick their own wounds. We played with each other for three whole hours. On the living room couch and in his bedroom and against the wall. We sucked dick and we made out and he asked me to rim his ass with my tongue again. Which was a big step for our affair because that was the first time he was able to tell me what he wanted me to do with and to him. And I added one finger to the mix that second time and put it in his ass – just a little so I wouldn’t scare him off from ass sex then or maybe forever. And I did it.