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This can be considered the epilogue, albeit a rather lengthy epilogue to 
the Rescued? story.


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RedTails - Awakenings
Rescued? : Epilogue
By - Scarletdown

	"Master, is this truly necessary?" Shaasta protested, as she and Hansen 
were guided down the stone steps to the processing lab beneath the 
Southern Rose pet shop.
	Frelic gave a light tug on the leashes clasped to the Elf and 
Squirrel's collars to hurry them along, "Yes, my dear brats.  This is 
indeed truly necessary.  Now that I am one thousand and thirty-five gold 
pieces poorer, I am determined to protect my investment."
	"But you need not worry," she countered, "I give my solemn promise that 
I will not run away.  And you know good and well that I am always true 
to my word."
	"That is not what I am worried over, sis," Frelic told her, "I know 
that neither of you would run away from me.  We are doing this to 
protect you from the possibility of being stolen by slavers ever again. 
  The only way to ensure that is for the two of you to wear my mark on 
your bottoms."
	"But how can you know that a brand will deter a slaver?" she asked, 
"What would stop one from removing the mark, as you yourself did for me 
after my escape from Mistress Triniti?"
	"Honor would stop them," Varo, the Furling Wolf who owned the Southern 
Rose said, "Odd as it may sound, Slavers do possess a sense of honor. 
Should one who is taken have a mark of ownership, the captor will not 
remove the brand and will, in fact, take the captive under protection to 
eventually be returned to his or her rightful owner."
	"This is done out of respect for the owner," Lilieblume added, "out of 
respect for the time and expense invested in training and conditioning 
the pet or slave to serve submissively and faithfully."
	They reached the bottom of the stairs, and passed through a set of 
double doors into a softly lit chamber that was decorated in a 
traditional dungeon motif.  Hansen was grinning with amusement as his 
bright eyes scanned the room, while Shaasta gazed nervously at the 
collection of torture and taming devices set up down here.
	"Ooh!" the Furling exclaimed, his eyes filled with awe at the scene 
before them, "This is really neat.  Do you actually get to use all of 
these things, Master Varo?"
	The Wolf chuckled and shook his head, "No, little one.  Much of what 
you see here is merely for show, to add the proper touch of atmosphere 
to the lab, at least the toys that were designed to cause permanent 
injury or worse."
	"Just atmosphere," Shaasta echoed Varo's assurance, now noticeably more 
at ease, though still nervous about what was to occur down here.  She 
rubbed her bottom in anticipation of the searing it was soon going to 
receive so soon after the paddling her brother had given her as part of 
her inspection.  She had more questions, but those would have to wait, a 
few minutes at least, as they were ready to begin their final processing.
	Master Varo stood between a pair of cushioned examining tables, which 
were fitted with leather shackles at the corners, iron rings fitted with 
sturdy chains at the front end; and like with the display pads out in 
the show room, a pair of heavy chains hung suspended from the ceiling 
above the tables; one with an iron hook on the end and the other 
featuring another shackle, "Bring your pets forward, Master Willowpaw," 
he instructed.
	Frelic led Shaasta and Hansen over to stand before the Wolf, and 
released the clasps attaching the leashes to their leather collars; then 
gave them each an affectionate and reassuring pat on their behinds 
before Varo and Lilieblume, the Wolf's Halfling pet helped them get 
comfortable on the examination tables.
	With the two new pets lying face down, Varo and Lilie secured their 
wrists and ankles in the leather shackles at the corners of the table so 
that their legs were spread wide, and Hansen's bushy tail was bound in 
the overhead shackle and pulled up out of the way, so that once again, 
their most intimate treasures were visible for all to see.  Finally, the 
Halfling slipped thick pillows underneath them to help thrust their 
bottoms up a little more, while Varo clasped the other overhead chains 
and the ones at the front end of the tables to the rings in the pets' 
collars, so that they were completely immobilized.
	Varo padded over to a storage cabinet and extracted a number of 
syringes, needles, vials, flasks, cannisters, and a pair of small round 
wooden paddles; all of which he arranged neatly on a cart and wheeled 
over between the two tables.  He and Lilieblume each took a syringe and 
mithril needle, and broke the seals on a couple vials of a thick blue 
liquid, which was drawn into the syringes.
	"Vitamin solution," the Halfling reminded Frelic, answering the 
question he really wasn't going to ask.
	The wizard nodded politely and smiled, "Yes, I remember, the same 
formula your Master gave Mistie earlier."
	Without another word, Wolf and Halfling slid their thick needles into 
the left cheeks of the two newly purchased pets' upturned and upthrust 
bottoms, pressing the mithril shafts in until they were buried to the 
hilt in  the soft, tender flesh.  The initial puncture hurt, of course, 
but that was mild compared to the burn of the viscous serum as the 
plungers on the syringes forced the nourishing solution into their 
bodies.  After an agonizingly long half a minute, the syringes were 
empty.  The needles were extracted from their butts, and then Varo and 
Lilieblume took the round paddles and landed a couple firm smacks on the 
area where the shots were administered.
	"This helps to work the formula into their systems properly," the Wolf 
explained to Frelic, as he and the Halfling massaged the blade of the 
paddle over their patients' behinds.
	Shaasta sighed.  It seemed as if her bottom was fated to forever be a 
major focus of attention, "Master Varo," she said, "Does everything 
always have to be focused on my butt, especially if it involves 
inflicting pain?"
	Varo responded with another swat from the paddle and chuckled, "To put 
it plainly, my dear love pet," he said, "Yes and yes."
	Hansen, who, naturally was aroused by the painful injection and the 
subsequent paddle smack, couldn't help but giggle at his girlfriend's 
embarrassed frustration, "Shaasta, dear," he chittered, "That is what a 
lovely bottom such as yours was made for.  Didn't you realize that by now?"
	Almost as if on queue, Lilieblume gave him another pair of swats with 
her paddle, "The same goes with your lovely bottom as well, silly little 
Squirrel," she reminded him, giving his nether cheeks a hard pinch.
	He blushed and smiled, though the Halfling could not see his face from 
where she stood, "Thank-you, Lilie.  Now, what is next in our 
processing?  Is it time for our brandings yet?"
	"Not quite, yet, little one," Varo answered, massaging Shaasta's rear 
with the paddle for a few more seconds, then giving her another swat, 
for no other reason than he could, "We have a couple more fluids to put 
into you first."
	"Yeah," Lilieblume added, "But don't worry.  We will be searing your 
ass soon enough."
	Continuing with the task at hand, Varo and Lilie set aside the spent 
syringes and needles to be sterilized and recycled and selected a fresh 
set, along with vials of a clear liquid.  As they filled the new 
syringes, Varo explained, "This next shot is a dose of what is known as 
Tempspay."  For the second time, Shaasta's and Hansen's aft ends were 
pierced, this time in the right cheek, and the serum was injected into 
their bodies.  This one though was not as thick as the vitamin mix.
	"This is one of the most important shots a pet should receive on a 
regular schedule," Lilieblume instructed Frelic.  "As the name implies, 
Tempspay prevents accidental breeding.  It works on both males and 
females, and one dose provides protection for a full thirty days."
	"I don't know whether or not you plan on making full use of Shaasta's 
assets and talents, considering the special circumstances between the 
two of you," Varo said.  He removed the needle and as with the previous 
injection, gave Shaasta's rear a couple swats and massage with the 
paddle to work the serum in, "But even if you don't use her as a boink 
bunny, I still recommend giving her monthly Tempspay shots anyway."
	"Just in case you have guests that wish to use her," the Halfling 
explained.  "Personally, I see no reason why you wouldn't want to make 
use of such a lovely little creature yourself.  After all, she is now 
first and foremost your pet, and is expected to submit herself to your 
desires at any time."
	Frelic found himself blushing tremendously at the suggestion.  He had 
been planning on making his sister a personal aide, and had not 
considered the possibilities of using her as a pleasure pet.  It wasn't 
as if the two had never been intimate with each other before, but that 
was back when they were still tender tails, first becoming sexually 
aware and experimenting together as they explored those strange new 
feelings.  He stood beside her and let his gaze and his hands wander 
over her nymphly body, traveling from her neck, down her back, over the 
rise of her sweet soft rear, and along her thighs.  Here she lay naked 
before him, now a full grown Elven woman, plush and sexy, being prepared 
for a lifetime of service and submission to her new master.  She 
belonged one hundred percent to him.  Frelic was now her legal owner. 
He felt a stirring again beneath his robes and tunic as he noted just 
how perfectly beautiful Shaasta was, and though the thought still 
embarrassed him, he could not deny that the desire for her indeed burned 
deep within him.
	"I will consider that possibility," Frelic said, "We will see."
	"Trust me, Master Frelic," Hansen advised, "Shaasta is absolutely 
fantastic.  You may become addicted to her even.  I know I am."  Once 
more, the Elf girl's face turned a soft red, and a sweet dampness formed 
between her thighs as those around her discussed the use of her tail.
	"At any rate," Varo continued, "you do not have to worry about Shaasta 
getting accidentally knocked up now, nor worry about your other pet 
accidentally knocking up some unsuspecting lass.  Just remember to give 
them the Tempspay shots every thirty days."  The second set of injectors 
were set aside, and Varo then motioned Frelic over to the cart.
	"Finally," he announced, "we have one more task before we brand them. 
He picked up a pair of pint flasks containing a jade green liquid.  One 
flask was handed to Lilieblume, and the other was presented to Frelic. 
"There is no reason why I should have all the fun with Shaasta," the 
Wolf apologized, "After all, she is your pet, so you should have the 
option of working on her if you wish."
	Frelic nodded and looked over the flask, "So then, what type of potion 
is this?"  He removed the stopper and took a whiff of the contents, his 
nose filling with the scent of roses and ozone.
	"That is a Potion of Dragon Metabolism," Varo said, "It augments the 
Gehennite that is used for their weekly cleansings by increasing their 
metabolism's efficiency to that similar to a Dragon's."
	"Ah, I see.  Close to one hundred percent of what they take in gets 
converted to energy."  Frelic put the stopper back on the flask, and 
thought a moment.  "Whoever came up with this formula must be quite the 
genius.  I would think that in addition to maintaining cleanliness, a 
pet that has this stuff in her would probably be able to last a long 
long time; if you take my meaning."
	Varo chuckled and nodded, "Yes, that is quite correct.  A pet can play 
for hours on end with a Potion of Dragon Metabolism in her body.  And if 
you don't want your pet staying up and awake for days, we do have a 
serum that can counter that particular effect without degrading the others."
	"I should hope so," Frelic replied, "I can imagine how hard one would 
crash the instant the potion wears off; probably sleep for days.  Now, 
how is this potion administered?  Is Shaasta supposed to drink it?"
	"That's one way," Varo nodded, "It can also be administered rectally as 
well.  Truth to tell, it doesn't matter how we get the potion into her."
	Frelic laughed, and smacked his sister on the rump, "That sounds just 
fine by me.  We will do it the fun way."  He glanced over at Hansen, who 
was laying there patiently waiting, with Lilieblume standing beside him, 
her own flask in hand.
	"The same goes for him," Frelic declared, "Give it to the Furling the 
way pets and slaves are meant to take it.  Pour it up his ass."
	Hansen grinned excitedly, "I wouldn't expect it any other way, Master!"
	The stoppers were removed from the flasks and replaced with long, 
round-tipped applicator tubes.  Frelic stood behind Shaasta and 
Lilieblume assumed her position behind Hansen.
	"Go ahead and give them the full pint," Varo instructed, "That is a 
five day dosage.  I'll see to it that you are supplied with the serum to 
help them sleep."
	Lilieblume positioned the tip of the applicator at the entrance to 
Hansen's aft passage, swirling it around the tight rim first to help 
relax him and make him more receptive.  Frelic followed the Halfling's 
example and did the same to his sister.  Then on the Wolf's mark, the 
typical count of three, the shafts were gently inserted fully up inside 
the pets' butts, causing the now familiar gasp and moan in stereo from them.
	In tandem, they tilted the flasks up, and let gravity do its work, 
feeding the jade potions through the small hole in the end of the tubes 
into the pets' aft chambers.  Frelic smiled as he watched Shaasta squirm 
in her bonds, flexing and moaning as the liquid filled and stretched her 
inside.  He placed one hand on her bottom, and again gently caressed the 
soft, round flesh, which would soon be seared with his mark.
	"Such a lovely tail," he said, "so smooth and flawless.  'Tis a pity it 
must me marred with a brand."
	"Aye," Varo agreed, "It would indeed seem like a crime against nature 
to mark such a perfect bottom.  But considering the alternative, such is 
the lesser of the two evils."
	Frelic nodded agreement, "Yes, it is for the best."  The flasks were 
now three quarters full.  He gave his a little shake, trying to speed up 
the transfer, which elicited another round of pleasured whimpering and 
flexing from his sister.  From the next table over, he could hear a 
steady rhythm of whines and gasps.  Glancing over, he noted that Hansen 
was thoroughly enjoying the tail feeding.
	The Furling's ass was thrust up higher than before; his furry cheeks 
clenched and relaxed steadily, hungrily taking in the potion like a 
suckling kitten.  The Halfling behind him was smiling, enjoying 
administering the potion as much as he was enjoying receiving it.  Her 
hand caressed the right cheek of his bottom, then wandered down to 
playfully stroke the hard shaft that was again protruding from the 
Squirrel's furry sheath.
	"Oh, Hansen," she giggled, giving his erect member a squeeze, "You are 
one fabulous little pet, so easy to please.  I bet you are going to keep 
your master busy busy busy."
	"Master, Varo," Frelic said, "On our way down here, something Shaasta 
said started me thinking.  Despite that sense of honor you mentioned, 
she still had a valid point.  What would stop a determined and 
unscrupulous slaver from having a captured pet's brand removed, instead 
of respecting the mark?  After all, a brand is not too difficult to 
remove.  Even a magick wielder of modest abilities, such as I was when I 
removed the brand Mistress Triniti had placed on Shaasta."
	"Answer me a few questions," Varo replied, "First, was Mistress 
Triniti's mark always visible?"
	"Of course it was.  It was a typical brand that had then been tattooed 
over in silver ink.  'Twas clearly visible as the noon sun."
	Varo nodded and continued, "Therein lies the problem.  A mark like that 
is indeed a simple matter to lift, even by, as you put it, a person of 
even the most modest abilities.  But now, here is my next question.  The 
first time Shaasta was taken, what was the first thing her captor did to 
her?"
	"When my sister and I were taken prisoner aboard the Bloodlust," Frelic 
recalled, "We, and several other prisoners were stripped naked, and then 
Captain Hayes, Ship's Sorceress Mistress Triniti, and Ship's 
Disciplinarian Lieutenant Tarna paddled our butts."
	"And, tell me, Hansen," the Wolf pressed onward, "When Corporal Wheaton 
and his band of slavers took you and Shaasta, what was the first thing 
he did to you?"
	The Furling remembered clearly as if that incident had occurred mere 
hours ago, "He stripped us naked and paddled our butts, right in front 
of his troops."
	"And finally," Varo finished, "Do you know why you were paddled first 
thing?"
	Shaasta shrugged, "Could it be because everyone seems to be obsessed 
with our bottoms and they enjoy spanking us?" she guessed.
	Frelic laughed and patted his sister, "I'm sure that could be one of 
the reasons.  I know Lieutenant Tarna seemed to be obsessed with my rear 
back on the Bloodlust.  That bird was always finding the slimmest of 
reasons to summon me for a tail roasting.  However, I suspect that 
Master Varo may have another theory."
	"Oh, it's not a mere theory," Varo corrected him, "Trust me on this 
detail.  Enjoyment of spanking you was only a secondary reason you were 
initially paddled."  He padded over behind Lilieblume, "When they 
roasted your behinds, both your first owners and Corporal Wheaton were 
looking for a hidden brand."
	Frelic looked confused, "I don't quite follow you, Master Varo," he 
admitted, "We were totally naked, and a brand is a rather prominent 
feature, not something that could be easily concealed."  The flask was 
finally emptied, its contents now fully inside of Shaasta.  He  set the 
empty flask down on the table between her legs, leaving it docked in her 
aft port to keep the potion from spilling out while it slowly absorbed 
into her body.
	"Allow me to demonstrate," the Wolf offered.  "Bring me one of those 
paddles and come join me over here.
	Frelic fetched one of the small paddles off the cart and presented it 
to Varo, just as the Halfling was finishing up her little task.
	She released her grip on Hansen's cock and lowered the empty flask to 
the table, keeping the Furling plugged as Frelic had done to his sister. 
  "It will take a few minutes for you to fully absorb that much potion," 
she explained, "After that, we can finally get you properly marked."
	The Furling nodded and moaned his acknowledgment.  With a full pint of 
the warm liquid stretching his tight little ass, he felt as if he had 
just become a surrogate mother to an unborn duck.  He sighed 
contentedly, "This will be a regular treatment, Master Frelic?"
	Frelic smirked and chuckled, giving the remarkable little slut a swat, 
which he was finding to be rather addictive, "Oh, most definitely, my 
little sweet tail.  We want to keep your little treasure hole ready for 
use at a moment's notice."
	"Oh, wonderful, Master! Absolutely wonderful!"
	"However, I think it will probably be best to do only a quarter flask 
each session, considering your small size."
	"If I may please proceed with this demonstration," Varo interjected, 
"come around to the other end of the table so that your pets can witness 
this."  Frelic followed the Wolf and Halfling.  Lilieblume was 
positioned so that both Shaasta and Hansen had a clear view of her bare 
bottom.  Then without fanfare, Varo delivered a dozen solid swats to her 
jiggly rear, all twelve landing on her right cheek.  The typical crimson 
blush appeared, and with it, the image of an ornate, silver rose.
	Frelic touched his fingers over the mark, tracing out its graceful 
shape, raised in bas relief from the otherwise smooth flesh.  "Lovely 
design," he remarked, "so artistically rendered.  I assume that such an 
intricate pattern was not made using a typical branding wire?"
	"That is my personal mark," the Wolf proudly announced, taking his turn 
to run his fingers over his creation, "I made the design myself.  And 
you are again correct, sir.  This was not created with a branding wire. 
  What you are seeing is the results of a Wand of The Masters."  He 
padded over to a cabinet and came back holding a polished wooden rod, 
which he held out to Frelic.
	"Wand of the Masters," Frelic repeated.  He turned the wand in his 
hands to examine it.  It was shorter than most typical wands, about ten 
inches in length, and bore no intricate designs or inscriptions on its 
plain willow surface.  The business end of the wand held a tiny ruby; 
held in a silver, three fingered prong setting.
	"What you hold in your hands there, Master Willowpaw," Varo said, "is 
the finest and most secure form of branding ever devised.  First and 
foremost, as you witnessed on Lilieblume's bottom, the mark remains 
invisible until a suitable amount of heat is applied to the marked area, 
such as the heat generated by a paddling.  And unlike a traditional 
brand and tattoo, the mark will show clearly even through fur."
	"Sweet," Frelic replied, "finally a way to brand a pet without marring 
an otherwise perfect rump."  He touched a finger to the tip of the ruby; 
it was as sharp as a needle.  "I have another pet back home, Delilah, a 
Furling Otter, who has a traditional brand.  I may very well have to go 
ahead and get myself one of these and redo her mark.  I'm sure she would 
be thrilled too, as she is a notorious pain slut like Hansen."
	"I highly recommend that myself," Varo agreed, "that is, if you can get 
your paws on one of those wands.  They can be rather pricey."
	"I'm certain Delilah can learn to make one of these herself.  She has 
become quite an accomplished crafter since she joined my household. 
She's a pretty decent alchemist as well now too, so she may be able to 
eventually mix most, if not all, of the various potions and salves that 
my pets will need."
	"Well, if your Otter ever needs some instruction in that sort of thing, 
you can bring her here," Lilieblume offered, "Before I became Master 
Varo's pet, I was a rather renowned alchemist around Coralport, just a 
few days travel north of here.  I would be more than happy to teach her."
	"I will keep that in mind," Frelic replied.
	"Now," Varo interrupted, "a brand created with a Wand of the Masters is 
also resistant to removal.  Once placed, it may only be lifted by the 
pet's legal owner, or a high level Order of the Mink acolyte with the 
legal owner's blessing."
	"And that is absolute proof against even the most determined slaver 
removing the mark," Frelic concluded, "very ingenious indeed."
	"And what's more," Varo added, "the mark also has an enchantment which 
protects the bearer from the elements, a highly desirable feature, as 
most pets and slaves generally stay skyclad save for their collars, 
footwear, and equipment belts or harnesses such as what my Halfling wears."
	"Okay," Frelic said, "How does this wand work?"
	"First," Lilieblume replied, I need to see a sample of the design you 
wish to use as your brand, which I will then draw in ink on your pets' 
bottoms."
	Frelic unfastened his belt and handed it over to the Halfling, "The 
design for the mark is the same as the design on the buckle."
	She held up the belt and studied the intricate raised engraving, then 
she fetched a quill and a bottle of black kraken ink from the storage 
cabinet, and went to work.  She first copied the design onto a blank 
page in a small leatherbound book, which she then showed to the Elf for 
his approval, "We keep a record of all brands applied here," she 
explained, "It is a registry of personal marks for identification purposes."
	Next, she set the book, open, on Shaasta's back, and pulled the cart 
close so she could keep the ink bottle on it for easy access.  The quill 
was dipped in the ink, and after another quick glance at the design 
recorded in the book, Lilieblume set about duplicating it on the girl's 
bottom.  Frelic stood behind her and watched over her shoulder.  The 
Halfling was a skilled artist, he noted.  Her strokes with the quill 
were quick, smooth, and flawless.  Two minutes later, the right cheek of 
his sister's butt bore a perfect copy of the design in the brand 
registry book, a three inch wide four-toed feline paw print with a 
willow tree inlaid in the large primary pad.
	While she was busy repeating the process on Hansen's furry bottom, 
painting the Willowpaw design over the white fur of his treasure tail, 
Master Varo tightened Shaasta's bonds a little more, to make sure that 
she was completely immobilized for the branding.  He then ordered her to 
open her mouth, into which he placed a leather bit.  "She is ready for 
you, Master Willowpaw," he announced.
	For better agility, Frelic removed his outer robe and set it on an 
unoccupied table.  Clad in only a pair of knee high leather boots and a 
short, black tunic; which was cinched at the waist with a narrow leather 
belt, he gripped the branding wand and stood behind Shaasta.  "How does 
this work?" he asked.
	Lilieblume, now finished painting the design on the Furling's rear, 
came over and stood beside the wizard, admiring his cute, bare thighs, 
which she felt were every bit as sexy as his twin's.  The impetuous girl 
even went so far as to slip a hand up underneath Frelic's tunic and 
steal a feel of his own soft behind, commenting, "I really do hope you 
come back to play before you leave town."
	Frelic shuddered at the unexpected touch of her gentle hand on his 
posterior, and blushed, "As I said previously, I will consider your 
offer, time permitting.  Now, again I ask, how does this work?"
	"Simply follow the lines," Lilie instructed, as she continued to fondle 
the Elf's rump; he didn't protest, so under the skirt of his tunic is 
where her hand remained.  "Don't worry about messing up.  It is 
virtually impossible to do this wrong; the wand will only brand where it 
touches the Kraken ink.  Now, focus your thoughts and picture in your 
mind the symbol before you glistening in silver on the canvas of your 
sister's ass."
	Frelic nodded solemnly and leaned forward, placing one hand on 
Shaasta's left cheek, and holding the wand poised mere inches above the 
other.  He didn't truly mind the Halfling fondling him.  In fact, the 
steady squeezing and kneading she was doing beneath his tunic was 
identical to the technique Mistress Aeraal used to help him focus his 
thoughts and concentrate when practicing his lessons back during his 
apprenticeship.
	He touched the wand's ruby tip to the lowermost point on the paw print 
design.  Immediately upon contact with the ink, the little gem glowed 
with a soft crimson light, and a sound that was like a mix of a burning 
hiss and an electrical crackle was heard.  He then began tracing the 
wand around the primary pad of the design.  The wand hissed and crackled 
a little louder, created tendrils of energy that danced over Shaasta's 
aft flesh in its wake.
	"Slow strokes," the Halfling coached him, "Don't rush; don't hurry."
	Up until the moment that ruby-tipped wand touched her bottom, Shaasta 
had known only one agony more intense than what she now felt, the 
Gehennite cleansings Master Varo administered up her ass once each week. 
  As her brother drew the little gem around the lines the Halfling had 
painted on her, the Elf's plush rear burned with a searing heat and 
white-hot kisses of energy that felt like the Shocking Touch, a little 
spell which Mistress Triniti occasionally liked to employ during her 
previous captivity as punishment in addition to the expected spankings 
when she misbehaved.  A scream arose within her, but she knew it would 
not come forth, as the bar of soft leather she held in her mouth bore a 
muting enchantment.  Her nether cheeks clenched hard around the tube 
that was still up inside her, still connected to the empty flask which 
lay forgotten on the table between her legs.  The process seemed 
interminable, as Frelic followed Lilie's instructions for slow strokes. 
  Unable to do more than flex in her bonds, which Varo had expertly 
secured, her jaws clamped down hard on the leather bit in her mouth, the 
only way she could bite back and channel the pain being drawn into her 
Elven flesh.
	Frelic completed the wand's path around the primary pad of the paw 
print, and immediately repeated the process for the four smaller rings 
splayed in an arc across the top of the design.  Everywhere the ruby 
touched, the black ink was replaced by lines of sparking silver.  And 
just as Lilieblume had promised, the few times Frelic's hand slipped, 
and the the magickal stylus wandered outside the lines, the bare flesh 
was left unmarred.  Finishing with the paw print, he lifted the wand off 
of his sister's clenching, quivering behind, and surveyed his handiwork 
thus far.  Satisfied that the branding was progressing properly, he then 
touched the wand again to her ass, and began tracing out the more 
intricate design of the little willow tree inside the large ring of the 
paw print, sending a fresh wave of electric fire through her tender flesh.
	After what seemed to Shaasta like a pair of eternities, the operation 
ended as abruptly as it had begun.  Its path over her bottom complete, 
the wand's fire was spent; all that remained were a few lingering 
tendrils of energy, which danced for a few seconds more on her rump, 
then seemingly disappeared into her flesh.  Her cheeks relaxed once 
more, and she let the leather bit in her mouth drop to the floor, then 
simply lay there on the table, gasping and sobbing softly.  She Master 
Varo finally remove the potion flask from between her thighs, and felt 
her brother's fingers trace the path the Wand of the Masters had blazed 
on her butt, and sighed as his soft voice comforted her.
	"You are an amazing girl, sis," he said.  His other hand caressed the 
crevasse between her hind quarters, teasingly sliding from her tail bone 
down to her tight little back entrance and her smooth, moist sex.  His 
touch down there elicited a sweet moan, as an inner burning filled her. 
  "I am most impressed at how well you weathered your branding with not 
even a whimper or a muffled scream."
	"That was by design," Varo informed him, "You may explain it, Shaasta."
	"Yes," Shaasta agreed, "I would have screamed had it been at all 
possible.  However, that was not just a bit that Master Varo put in my 
mouth."
	"Let me guess," Frelic interrupted, "The bit has an enchantment to keep 
the subject silent."
	"Yes, that is exactly what it is, a silencing bit," Shaasta replied, 
"Master Varo insists on using them during all brandings and cleansings, 
as the screams that those activities can create may agitate the pets in 
the show room upstairs."
	"Well, at any rate," Frelic said, "it is finished.  I just wish you 
could see how lovely the design looks on your ass."
	"She will get a chance to see it when we go back upstairs," Lilieblume 
informed him.  "The brand will initially be visible for at least thirty 
minutes, though her butt will remain sore for a few hours."
	Taking into account Hansen's tolerances, the Halfling placed a bucket 
on the floor at the back end of the table the Furling lay on, just in 
case his upcoming branding caused him to orgasm.  Master Varo checked 
the Squirrel's bonds, and removed the empty flask from between his legs, 
causing him to sigh contentedly as the tube up inside him was pulled out 
of his rectum.  Lilieblume placed a silencing bit in Hansen's mouth as 
Frelic took up a position to the Furling's right, waiting for the go ahead.
	The Wolf gave a nod of his head, signaling Frelic to start when ready. 
  The Elf placed his free hand on the furry bottom's left cheek, 
refocused his concentration, and touched the ruby-tipped wand to the paw 
print painted on the soft white fur.  Again, with slow and smooth 
strokes, he traced the searing ruby over the design, the black ink being 
replaced by lines of crackling silver.
	Just like Shaasta, the Furling's ass clenched and flexed tight, and his 
jaws clamped down hard on the leather bit as the electric fire traced 
its way over his rump.  But unlike Shaasta, it was not a scream that was 
muted, but a heavy moan of agonized pleasure instead as his bottom 
burned and his cock emerged fully erect from its furry sheath.  While 
Frelic worked the willow tree design, Hansen could hold back no longer, 
and for the second time that day, his hot seed spilled into the bucket 
below him.
	Frelic could not help but smirk and chuckle softly as his little pain 
slut pet orgasmed again, "I swear, Hansen," he said, "I think someone is 
really in need of a good long boinking.  We must see what can be done 
about that real soon."
	Hansen smiled around the bit in his mouth.  He wasn't quite certain if 
that meant him burying his cock in Shaasta, or him getting his ass 
filled with his Master's cock.  It didn't really matter though; both 
thoughts excited him and reinvigorated his erection.
	His pet's renewed state of arousal did not escape Frelic's notice as he 
completed the branding.  he laughed again, "Well, I see my little slut 
boy likes that idea."  He planted a firm, open-handed slap on Hansen's 
freshly seared butt, causing the Furling to add more of his lust juices 
to the bucket below.  "As I said, we will see what we can do about that."
	Frelic placed the Wand of the Masters on the cart between the two 
tables, and again looked over his handiwork, "Now, I assume that 
completes the final processing?" he asked, as he put his robe and belt 
back on.
	"One last little detail remains," Varo announced.  He removed a red, 
long-stemmed, thornless rose from a vase on another table, ans slid it 
up Shaasta's butt until the large bloom sat flush against her cheeks. 
"It is a tradition here at the Southern Rose for all pets we sell," he 
explained, as he released the Elf girl's bonds and helped her to her feet.
	Following her Master's lead, Lilieblume also selected a rose from the 
vase and planted it under Hansen's tail before releasing him.  "Think of 
it as our trademark, or our seal of quality," she said.
	Frelic just smiled and nodded, "Flowers planted in flowers.  Now, you 
two will wear those until it is time to sleep tonight."
	His pets nodded submissively, "Aye, Master."
	Frelic attached the leashes to Shaasta and Hansen's collars, and they 
were led back up the stairs to the lobby.
	"Now before you leave, is there anything else you wish to purchase?" 
Lilieblume asked, "any accessories, or pet toys, or potions, for example?"
	Frelic thought a moment, "Well, for most of the items we will 
eventually need, I am going to wait until it's about time for us to ship 
out."
	"I'll assemble some basic pet maintenance kits for you over the next 
few days then," Varo offered.
	"I could make use of some Pixie Salve, injectors, and that serum you 
mentioned to help them sleep despite the Potions of Dragon Metabolism we 
gave them," Frelic decided.
	"Very good," the Wolf agreed, "Anything else?"
	Frelic looked over a display case, filled with a variety of spanking 
tools, then gestured to one in particular, "Yes, how about that paddle 
right there.  I find that one strangely appealing in its simplicity." 
The paddle in question was just a small, plain, round, hardwood model. 
The handle was short, designed for single-handed spontaneous spankings.
	Varo opened the display case and retrieved the paddle, while Lilieblume 
gathered up the other items Frelic requested.  Once everything was 
arranged on the sales counter, Varo tallied up the total.
	"How much do I owe you?" Frelic asked, hefting his money pouch.
	"That will be three gold pieces, fourteen silvers, and four coppers," 
the Wolf replied.
	Frelic counted out the coins, stacked them on the counter, then secured 
the injectors, serums, and salve in his various pouches, and hung his 
new paddle on his belt.
	"Thank-you again for everything," he said.  "This really has been quite 
the enlightening experience in many ways."
	"Be sure to think about my offer before you leave town, cutie," 
Lilieblume reminded him, motioning for him to bend down so she could 
press her lips against his in a tender and deep kiss.
	"And don't forget to bring your pets in for their next cleansing before 
you head out either," Varo added.
	"No worries, Master Varo," Frelic assured him, "We will be here.  Oh, 
and I will be back tomorrow for Mistie.  Can you definitely have her 
ready for inspection and sale by then?"
	"She will be ready and waiting for you by midday at the latest," Varo 
promised.  "Now, I hate to rush you out the door, kids, but my pet and I 
have a tremendous amount of work to do."
	Frelic nodded, and took up his pets' leashes, "I'll see you tomorrow," 
he said, as he led Shaasta and Hansen out the door and into the warm 
afternoon.  "Come along, my pets," he said, "Let's head back to the 
Hightail Inn and have a spot of lunch.  I'm starving, and I would assume 
you are too.
	When the three were gone, Varo locked the door and put a sign in the 
window that said, 'Closed for the day for inventory maintenance.'
	"Come on, Lilieblume," Varo said, landing a guiding swat on her bare 
bottom with the paddle he always carried, "There is much to be done 
today.  I hope that you have a reserve of endurance."
	"You know me, Master," the Halfling giggled, as she preceded the Wolf 
into the show room, where dozens of pets waited patiently.


-- Scarletdown
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