Taylor Wagner moaned with delight as shi ejaculated thick ropes of hyena cum into hir bathroom toilet. The shaman-in-training had been masturbating to spiritually attune hirself before hir second dream lesson from Shaman Kweli. Shi kept hir eyes closed, meditating on the rapturous sensations washing over hir body. Shi felt elevated, connected to every living thing in nature. Holding onto these thoughts, Taylor shifted back into human form, flushed her semen down the toilet, and put her pajamas back on.
Taylor returned to her bedroom and crawled under the covers. Soon, she found her soul slipping once more into the place of dreams. Taking stock of her surroundings, Taylor saw that she was once more in the starry savanna where Kweli Mchawi had last instructed her. She was also once again in the four-legged body of a true hyena. Knowing what to do this time, Taylor envisioned herself as a werehyena, concentrating until her body reshaped into a more bipedal form and her pseudopenis transformed into an actual hermaphroditic penis. Satisfied, Taylor went looking for hir mentor.
Before long, Taylor found the werehyena shi was looking for. Shaman Kweli smiled at hir, dressed only in beads and a bison headdress. The elder shaman's fur coat was crisscrossed by strange patterns that matched the tattoos of hir human form. "Welcome back, Taylor Wagner," shi said warmly in hir richly accented voice. "I have been waiting for you. Are you ready for your next lesson?"
"I am," Taylor said, bowing hir head respectfully.
"Good," Kweli smiled. "Now, you recall what I said about the non-animal spirits?"
"I think so," said Taylor. "Spirits of individual plants and stones aren't self-aware enough to speak, but spirits of entire places think more like a person?"
"That's right," said Kweli. "A single tree is harder to speak to than an insect, while the spirit of a whole forest is wise and full of deep thoughts that it can share with you. Today we learn how to speak to such a spirit. Follow me."
Kweli burst into a run. Taylor followed hir as fast as hir own powerful hyena legs could carry hir. The landscape swiftly passed by in a blur. When the two werehyenas finally came to a stop, Taylor found hirself standing in front of a vast forest of pine trees. Numerous animal spirits flitted through the trees. The young shaman wondered how far shi and Kweli had traveled; this place didn't look much like the savanna. Considering that this was a dream world, anything was possible.
"We will be communing with the spirit of this forest," Kweli explained. "Naturally, this begins with an offering. The first thing you need to know is that these spirits of place are very mighty spirits indeed. It takes a larger offering than usual to please them. Anything too small would be an insult."
"What will we need?" asked Taylor.
"What do you believe a forest would like?" asked Kweli.
Taylor thought about it, and suddenly a deer carcass and three baskets of fruit appeared before hir. After a little more concentration, Taylor manifested a pyre to properly offer the deer to the forest spirit. "I think this should do it, Kweli. What's the forest spirit's name?"
"Aasgutú," said Kweli.
"Okay," Taylor nodded. Shi walked up to the offerings, scattering the fruits into the woods and pushing the deer carcass onto the pyre. As the deer burned, Taylor began to invoke the spirit. "I, Taylor Wagner, greet you, O wise Aasgutú! O great northern forest, I humbly invite you to speak with this lowly shaman."
A strange, magic-laden wind blew through the woods. Leaves, flowers, and pine needles blew off the trees and formed themselves into the shape of a beautiful woman. Taylor felt this being's aura crackling with an overwhelming spiritual power that nearly terrified the young werehyena. Taylor almost wanted to run away, but shi forced hirself to look the majestic, dryad-like spirit in the eye.
"Hello, Shaman Taylor," said the dryad-like being. "I am Aasgutú. I give my thanks for your lovely offering. What would you ask of me?"
"Simply to favor me with your divine presence, O mighty Aasgutú," said Taylor. "I have not been a shaman long, and I wished to meet you for the first time."
Aasgutú smiled maternally at Taylor. "Consider that wish granted, Shaman Taylor. I am always gladdened by the arrival of a new shaman."
"And I am always gladdened to meet a new spirit," said Taylor. Shi bowed respectfully to Aasgutú. "Now I must bid you farewell, great guardian of the trees."
"Farewell, Shaman Taylor," Aasgutú smiled. "I shall lay a blessing upon your head before we part. Your firstborn cub shall be born healthy and strong, destined for greatness. So let it be done!"
The spirit slowly faded away, leaving Taylor gaping and blinking. "Wow, that was pretty intense!" Taylor shuddered. "Not because of what she said or anything; she just had this sort of weird... presence."
"I felt it, too," Kweli said. "All shamans feel it in the presence of a spirit as mighty as Aasgutú. The spirit of a place commands incredible power in the Spirit World, and we feel it in our very souls. Just be glad it was such a gentle one. If angered, a land-spirit can be dangerous. If such a being tries to possess you, you will almost always fail to keep the spirit out of your body. And, of course, such a spirit could also kill you quite easily."
Taylor chuckled nervously. "How... comforting."
"I wouldn't worry," Kweli said, putting a comforting hand on Taylor's furry shoulder. "Most of the land-spirits around Stokerville are very gentle. Be nice to them, and they'll be nice to you. They'll only possess or kill as a last resort. Even an angry spirit usually would prefer to talk it out until it feels that it has no other choice. Talking it out with an angry spirit is one of the key jobs of a shaman, in fact."
"When do we talk to an angry spirit?" Taylor asked, hir voice leery.
"Not for a while," Kweli laughed. "Next lesson won't be about spirits at all, in fact. Tomorrow night, I shall teach out about how pack shamans heal their sick and wounded packmates. a mild healing factor and disease resistance can only take a werehyena so far, after all. For the really serious things, a shaman becomes necessary."
"I can't wait to learn it all!" Taylor grinned. "Hey, on that note, one of my packmates severed one of hir nuts today. Is there any way to heal hir?"
"Missing testicles can only be healed by a complicated witch potion made with tanuki semen," Kweli said sadly. "It also needs to be made fresh."
"That's alright, then," Taylor smiled in relief. "At least one tanuki, possibly more, are coming to town in the morning."
"That is good to know," Kweli said. "I look forward to teaching you the ways of traditional medicine tomorrow night, Taylor. Until then, farewell. May the blessings of both Mother Night (who is the Mother of all darkness and magic) and Her consort Lady Moon (who is the Mother of all werebeasts) go with you."
With that, Shaman Kweli and the dream world forest faded away into nothingness. Taylor Wagner soon snaking into a contented, dreamless sleep. She smiled contentedly in her sleep as Kweli's teachings settled into her memory.