Shamanic Tripping

The shaman was a Lamia. The half woman half snake slithered into my tent and looked at me as if she were looking into me and through me. I later learned she was looking through my core at my philotic entanglements to get an idea of who and what I was. In my weakened state I was unable to move away from the woman as she began entangling me with her tale. "Shhhh. Try to relax. Let go, just let me blend with you." She said as the woman stuck her tit in my mouth.
The milk she produced stung my palette at first. Then things started getting weird like when Master dosed me with frog venom weird.

My life flashed before my eyes.

"You seeJohn, you cannot leave because you and I are slaves. That means no wandering off. If we do not do what we are told, then we will be punished." My mother explained to me.

"Nine pounds light means nine lashes, boy." The overseer said as he tied me to the whipping post for the first time.

"I love you." Katrina said to me before she was auctioned off to a pimp._

"And Sold! Next item on the list, this pair of sexy tits comes with this handsome lad. You can amuse yourself with lovely woman while you wait for her son to grow into a man. Quite the cock on this one. A fine specimen for whatever purposes you could want for a youth and his mother. Lets start the bidding at fifteen..." The estate auctioneer said as I stood in front of the crowd bidding on me.

"You are 18 now John, you know what that means." My Master said as he **** his tongue inside of my mouth.

"There are going to be some changes around here." My Master's new wife told my mother and I while waving her strapon in our faces.

"Eunuchs are in fashion this season, and John is practically a girl anyway..." I overheard the mistress saying. Hearing those words, I turned around from bringing the couple their evening beverages and walked as quickly as I could to the laboratory to poison myself.

I floated in the infinite blue of the eternal Dragon Song. Floating with me was the shaman. "This is amazing. I mean, it is terrible that you have had to endure such terrible suffering, but, well, this is amazing. You are The Iz'Ya'Guy, The one foretold in by soothsayers and spirit walkers since before the oldest songs were sung. You are the One True King. The Self-Evident Sovereign of our people. The one who is destined to unite the tribes, deliver us vengeance, and lead us into the next age."

"Vengeance against who?" I asked.

"Mostly the League of Elven Kingdoms and the Anthrocorn Empire." The shaman said. "But many tribes have been abused and slighted over the ages and each grievance and humiliation is recorded in song and story so that we might never forget."

"So now what." I asked.

"Now you wake up." She said.

My eyes opened. I was back in the tent feeling energized and strong. I had never felt so strong. As the shaman disentangled herself from me I leapt to my feet to the amusement to the Lamia. "Come, everyone is going to want to meet you." She said slithering out the tent's front flap.

I soon discovered that what I had been resting in was not a tent at all, but an enormous flying turtle-like creature. The friendly testududes, came in a variety of sizes and had the ability to transform the interiors of their shell-habitats into almost any environment or accommodation their tenants desire. Unlike many of the creatures that lived with the tribe, the testududes were not considered chattel. No one owned the living tents. Instead the flying habitats would compete with one another to attract tenants. To the testududes, being occupied was their purpose and highest pleasure.

Around me I saw winged people working, living, dancing, playing, flying, laughing, and enjoying themselves while the wingless humanoids and other animals worked or waited in their pens for someone to need them. Having grown up in the big city with no schooling it was a scene completely without context. "Everyone!" The Shaman grabbed my hand, unfurled her resplendent wings, and rose into the air, lifting me off the ground. As The Shaman ascended towards The Blue, my own flying abilities kicked in on instinct to keep up and avoid looking like I was being dragged into the sky. As we rose, the rest of the tribe rose with us. All those who could float in the air under their own power gathered above the encampment and the tribe's earthbound herd animals and pets. "This is a man born a boy and made a girl. This is one born without wings who has learned to soar The Eternal Blue. He is a human who has heard The Dragon Song. He is The Iz'Ya'Guy!"

Shocked murmurs spread like a ripple through the draconic men and women.
"You are sure." a man who appeared a half meter taller than the next tallest member of the tribe. The Shaman nodded. "Yes Chief Tokuwa, I have looked inside of his soul. He was born of a human in bondage, he knows the pain of women and the taste of ****. By the blessings of Serendipity he created the Elixir of Destruction with which he has been reborn."
Silence fell over them all before a nubile dragoness cried out. "The Iz'Ya'Guy has arisen. The Age of Mastery is here!" A Great cheer went out among the flying horde. "Iz'Ya'Guy! Iz'Ya'Guy!..." They chanted. The girl who had started the chant exchanged some sharp words with the chief which I could not hear over the roar of the chant. Eventually the young woman flew over to me and gave me a smile. "Sorry. My father is as cautious in peace as he is bold on the battlefield. I am princess Amneris, and I want to formally welcome you to The MorningLightMountain tribe." She bit her lip as she looked at me hungrily. "Come, let me show you around." When the princess grasped my hands with her delicate fingers, I felt as if a surge of electricity surged up my hand and shocked my right to the heart. It was amazing. I had not felt anything like it since they had taken Katrina from me. I tried not to think about old wounds as the beautiful young woman showed me a whole new world.