Balcus, the old shaman, had been considering the change for a long time. The student was doing well and she was ready to take the old woman's place.
She was old and the pleasures that came with her position had become a burden. It was the mark, the sign of her special status that finally pushed her to give it up. Even now she could feel it moving inside of her, it was uncomfortable. Her vaginal moisture was gone and the franatha slug-worm liked wetter environments.
She needed to do it soon it would be a sign of great shame if the animal was forced by her delaying the inevitable to leave her on its own. That would be a sign of weakness of character that would severely reduce her status as a retired shaman.
The old woman pulled back the flap of the hut and called to the girl as she always did, "Vacus, come!" She remembered the day she had ascended to the title of "The People's Eyes." It had been done with little ceremony the two of them had known each other for a long time and there was little tension between them.
As the novice came towards her she thought of the first time the girl had come to her. She had been a beautiful child of nine that had come to the door of the hut. When the shaman had enquire what she wanted the girl had been very evasive but finally enquired if she could learn to be a shaman too. It had been on her mind and on one of the guided vision quests she had seen herself leading the group of young children in the place of Balcus.
This had been a very good sign and a powerful indication that this was her successor. That day she had sent the runners to notify the girl's parents and the neighboring shamans that the choice had been made. The girl's family was pleased though when the shamans visited one by one some weren't impressed by the girl. They kept their thoughts to themselves as Balcus would not take negative comments made in front of her new student lightly.
She had been taught well by her predecessor. Old Ganthus let you know when you had screwed up in no uncertain terms but she always nurtured and strengthened your ego. She had taught that a great shaman must have confidence and a strong will and those were products of rigorous but positive training. Balcus counted that the greatest wisdom the old one had given her. As Ganthus was first among the shamans that knew her, so was Balcus, and with luck and work, so would it be with Vacus.
She motioned for the girl to seat herself and then began the chant. The woman smiled to herself as the girl looked at her in surprise. "She is so much like I was when my day came." she thought. You were told so many times about the transfer but it still scared you when it came.
The girl was flushed and the woman knew her heart must be racing. She placed her hand on the girl's head with loving gentleness and slowly pushed her backed so she was laying down. They were not an prudish people and both were already naked so all she had to do was spread her legs to offer herself for the transfer.
The animal was a native organism that liked moist warm places. It was a pale grey worm-like slug about 15 cm long and 3 cm thick. In the morning the woman inserted food for it up her vagina. Then there was the mating season.
The shamans came together at that time to do business and to allow the animals to mate. It was rather fun as the two women rub genitals to allow the creatures access to each other. It was the only sex they had though not their only source of sexual pleasure.
There was two reasons they had this practice. First, only an idiot male would have sex with a woman that had one in her vagina as its bites actually took hunks of flesh this prevented pregnancies that might disrupt their ability to serve. The second was that the animal was instrumental in the practice of their sex based magick.
The shaman rubbed a special resin on her clitoris. The slug-worm would emerge and force its way under the hood that covered the sensitive nub and nurse on it. Balcus remember the first time she had watched the animal doing this to Ganthus.
Its head had slipped from the old woman's vagina and imbedded under the hood slowly squirming and thrusting as in tried to swallow her clitoris. The state of ecstasy reached permitted her to perform her most powerful magick.
Now, Balcus looked down on the girl. She was no long a little girl with ripe full breasts and a full bush of pubic hair. She pulled Vacus's labia open as she chanted out the ancient right and massaged a small dose of resin on her clitoris.
Balcus then pressed her own labia against the young female's and began to slowly rub with long pelvic trusts. Vacus breathes caught in her throat in response to the stimulation and in trepidation about what was about to happen.
As the scent of the resin penetrated into the old woman the slug-worm began to emerge. At first, it probed the familiar site for the resin but not finding it turned in a new direction. It searched the hot moist flesh of the girl's genitalia and finally located her clitoris. It then eagerly burrowed under the hood to envelop her clitoris with its mouth.
The girl gasped as the intense stimulation set in. Her hips jerked as her pelvis thrust in rhythm with the old shaman's. Now the old woman pulled away and the slug-worm in its eagerness to continue its nursing slowly emerged from her.
After decades of it presence within her she felt the tail end drop loose from her vagina. Sitting back on her legs she slows her breath and watched the beautiful young shaman writhing in intense pleasure. With a sad smile she rose to leave.
She gathered a few personal possessions and left the hut. As she goes the moans of the new shaman fade. So it had pasted form the old to the new, the cycle renewed. As she descended the path to the village, she consider her future, the old in a new situation. She wondered if Norcata was as eager a lover now as he was when they were young.