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Mio was surprised that this man of the Clan would give her the Signal. She had already seen how one feature of the Clan Gathering was people Sharing Pleasures with people from other Clans. But until now, none of the men from other Clans had seemed interested in her. As a woman of the Others, she was considered to be too big and ugly by Clan standards. And he wasn’t looking at her like he was physically attracted to her. But she was the one who had persuaded Thonolan that they should join the Clan. So she resigned herself to living by it’s customs. This man of the Clan had commanded her to Relieve his Needs. She wasn’t a clanluna. But it couldn’t be too bad to Share Pleasures with this man of the Clan.

Mio pulled him into a kiss. He seemed surprised, at first, But he quickly deepened the kiss. As his hands started wandering over her body she started to be a weird mix of excitement and revulsion. She wanted to get this over with, she she broke off the kiss so she could kneel before him and make him Needy enough to Share with her.

She was quickly able to make his Needs strong enough that he was capable of using her to Relieve them. Seeing that he was ready, she laid down on the ground so they could Share Pleasures.

“No!” said Mog, as he lifted her and turned her over so that she was on her knees with her face in the dirt.

Mio was having second thoughts about being used in this way. But before she could stop him, he was already using her to Relieve his Need. She reached back with first one arm and then the other trying to stop him, But he just grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Mio was starting to Panic. She couldn’t stop him from using her.

We he finally was finished with her, he released her. She fell, face first, into the dirt. As soon as he released her, she climbed to her feet and walked away, leaving her collecting basket behind.


Iga was feeding her daughter, Griga outside the cave, in the sun when she spotted Mio walking towards the cave.





“Where is your Winter Sleeper?” Morg signed.

“Lun, go get boy,” signed Creb, before explaining to the other Leader: “Boy is the name of the Winter Sleeper we acquired for the Clan Gathering.”

The side cave that housed the Cave bears was hidden by fidelitus charm. And since Morg didn’t know the secret, from his perspective, the host clan’s mog-ur appeared to had walked towards the side of the hill and vanished.

“Where did he go?” signed Morg.

“Our mog-ur has gone to get Boy,” signed Creb.

Suddenly, a Cave Bear appeared to walk out of solid rock with Lun riding on his back!

“How are you doing that?” Morg signed.


Ayla hung her sling and pouch of stone son her belt before walking out of the cave. Since it was a Clan Gathering, she though she might invite a man to to ‘go hunting’ with her. She knew Creb wanted to make their Clan seem more normal. But this wasn’t like before when she was the only woman-who-hunts in all the Clans. Now there were many women=who-hunt in their Clan. Perhaps if she made a kill and brought it back, it might change the attitude of the other Clan Leaders.

“You! Woman! What are you doing with that sling?” signed Zab.

“This woman-who-hunts is going hunting,” signed Ayla. “Would you like to go hunting with this woman-who-hunts?”

She then struck an enticing pose so that he might take the hint about what she was proposing. Unfortunately, Ayla had spent to long with her unusual Clan and the sexy poses she had learned from Iga, seemed insolent to most men of the Clan.
Zab didn’t cuff her to discipline her. He punched her in the face as hard as he could!

Ayla fell on her back. Zab as looming over her and seemed ready to hit her again when he angrily waved:

“Women do not hunt! It is death for a woman to touch a hunting weapon!”

Ayla pulled her wand from behind her ear, pointed it at Zab and shouted:

“Sajzov abor!”

The spell shot from her wand and Zab was transfigured into a pig!



“This woman needs to speak with you,” signed Mio.

Iga could tell at a glance how upset Mio was.

“What has happened?” Iga the Clanluna signed.

“A man from another Clan gave this woman the Signal,” signed Mio.

“Did he Force you to Relieve his Needs?” Iga signed.

“This woman did agree to Share herself with him, at first,’ signed Mio, as tears began running down her face. “But after we were already Sharing, this woman changed her mind and he wouldn’t stop. This woman tried me make him stop, but he just used this woman anyway.”

“So you were Forced,” observed Iga.

“I don’t know! Sort of . . . I did kiss him and it started as Sharing Pleasures,” sobbed Jetamio, who had lapsed into her native Sharamudoi tongue. “But when I tried to stop him he grabbed my arms and help me down until he was finished me. I hated it! . . . but I kind of enjoyed him taking me like that too. Was I really Forced if having it done to me Relieved my Need?”

“Yes.. . . You were Forced.” replied Iga, in Sungaean. “You do not lose the right to withdraw consent after you have given it. No one has the right to Force you to give them Pleasures.”

“So now what do I do?” sobbed Mio.

Iga hugged her co-mate until she had stopped crying. Finally, when she had calmed down enough, the Clanluna told Jetamio:

“You will need to go through 1st Rites again.”

“What?” asked Jetamio.

“A man has hurt you in a very deep way,” explained Iga. “You need another man to show you that Luna’s gift of Pleasure is still available to you. The longer you wait to do this, the harder it will be for you.”

“So me and Thonolan need to . . .?” Jetamio clarified.

“Not Thonolan,” explained the Clanluna. “It will be true 1st Rites. You will not be able to Share Pleasures again with the man your pick for a whole year.”

“So it need to be someone I trust enough to Share myself with, but not someone I would feel deprived about if I couldn’t Share Pleasures with him,” mused Jetamio. “I think I would like it to be . . . Harr.”

“This Clanluna will speak with the man, Harr about his performing your 1st Rites,” signed Iga, who had gone back to signing.






“This Clan Gathering is more fascinating than the previous one,” said Hermione, as she appeared to Uba to stroll through the crowd.

“The other Clans don’t seem to think so,” signed Uba. “They think were are strange and un-Clan. This woman is more or an outcast that when she was Luna in your time.”

“It probably doesn’t help that you appear to me talking to yourself,” agreed Hermione. “Other than Creb, no one else can see me and only you can hear me.”

Uba nodded in agreement.

“So what have you done with the centaur?” Hermione asked.

“This Weech put her in the coral with the snorkacks and put the coral under a fidelitus,” signed Uba.

“And since your Secret Keeper hasn’t told me the secret, I can’t see it,” confirmed Hermione, until she spotted the centaur stepping out of an invisible space. “Uh-oh!”