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 The Saga of Cammi Longclit by Shadowloup

   Chapter Three The Enmity of Vaal

   The two women returned to Rumptiddyfadda, where all the men and the
priestess Kilcunny awaited them.  The villagers, upon hearing the beast's
terrible screams and fearing a sudden attack, had lit every torch in their
possession.  Now they peered nervously over the wall.

   When she was within range of the firelight, Cammi, who still leaned
against Jestina, held the beast's severed genitalia aloft.

   Only silence and the crackle of torches met Cammi's display.  None knew
how to interpret it.

   "The beast has been vanquished!" Cammi shouted.  "We will be buggered no
more!"

   "By the goddess, can it be true?" the priestess Kilcunny asked from atop
the gate.

   The gates opened and the priestess and guards clustered around the two
women, staring in awe at the massive, flaccid mound of prick and balls
Cammi held.  Comprehension slowly dawned.

   "Rejoice men!  The beast will trouble us no more!" Kilcunny cried.

   Each man cheered, their joyous shouts making the firelight just a little
brighter.

   "I personally shall nail it over the gate to our village.  Demons will
think twice before attacking us again," one man said.

   It was decided that this was an excellent idea.  One guard was
dispatched to get mallet and nails while the others escorted Cammi, Jestina
and their prize into the village proper where a celebratory feast was
begun.

   Alas, not everyone was delighted to be feasting.  As Jestina sat with
her friend amidst the eating, drinking, and merry men, she leaned over to
her equally imbibing companion.

   "I fear that we merely wounded the beast," she confided.  "And a beast
half blind with pain could cause even greater harm.  Cammi, you and I must
track it to its lair and slay it."

   Next morning Cammi and Jestina awoke early.  The mist-ridden twilight
had not broken, further convincing Jestina that she was correct.

   She and Cammi ate a quiet breakfast, not wishing to awaken the still
slumbering villagers.  Afterwards they anointed each other so they could
peer into the spirit realm.  Jestina repainted the eyes which graced the
naked Cammi's rump and tits, while Cammi daubed sacred herbs onto Jestina's
forehead.  After this they set off before anyone knew they had departed.

   They traveled for half a day, uncertain of how much ground they covered,
for distances are strange and misleading when traveling in the spirit
realm. It seemed as though they crossed a quarter of the earth.

   As they traveled through one valley, they happened upon a heard of
large, shaggy creatures.  These resembled cows, though they were larger and
covered with long, musky, straight white fur.  Nothing could be seen of
their faces, for their heads were nearly flat upon the ground, despite
their massive and mighty shoulders.  Two huge spiraling horns further
weighed down their heads.  Black hooves gouged the rocky ground as they
feasted upon the scant grasses of the valley.

   "What is this heard?" Cammi asked.

   "I do not know."

   As they viewed the strange creatures, Cammi noticed an elderly bearded
man making his way over the crags of the mountains towards them.  He was
squat, yet possessed a large frame.  Long hair flowed over his shoulders
like snow capping a mountain.  His nose was small and piggish, and his eyes
were green, gentle and kindly.  His smile was like sun glinting off a
snowcap.  In his right hand he held a shepherd's crook.

   "Hullo!  Hullo!" he shouted as he drew closer.

   "Why does that man shout?" Cammi asked.

   "He wishes to attract our attention," Jestina said.

   While they did not know it yet, the two women were about to meet the god
Zepharius, shepherd of the winds, who was on his own quest.  How this came
to be was due to Mother-goddess Lasciviosa taking a few weeks absence of
Father-god Vaal.  During this interval, the gregarious Vaal had invited
fellow god Mithra for a visit.

   When the middle eastern deity arrived, the two partook of copious
amounts of ambrosia while watching the gladiatorial combat in the far away
land of Emora.  Vaal stroked his long, wild beard while pondering which
mortal to bet upon.  His sedate, dark, and refined companion studied the
ripples upon his cup of ambrosia.  Both personalities were effervescent,
even when not lubricated with heavenly drink.

   Boring of the combat, they had eventually started a friendly contest
which they called "Master of the Winds".  Each took a turn launch
breathtaking nether winds, the likes of which had never before blown across
the face of the Earth.  The other rated it for feculence, pestilence, and
longevity.

   After one particularly hearty bout of flatulence, Vaal laughed and
leaned over to Mithra.

   "My word, that should make those crossing the Aegean take notice
tonight," the Father-god roared.
   "Serves the infidels right," Mithra repli