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Subject: {ASSM} A Night Out, A Night In - Part I (M/FM, magic, inc, nosex yet, furry)
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Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 02:10:03 -0400
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Continuing the tale of Frelic Willowpaw and his newly purchased pets. 
This first installment is rather short, and mostly deals with Shaasta 
and Hansen's thoughts as they ponder the new lifestyle they have just 
been sold into.

This story is ultimately going to be pretty lengthy, I think.  However, 
because I will be taking off in just a couple days to Mississippi for a 
three week tech school, and don't know yet what type of Internet access 
will be available while I am away, I am going to post smaller segments 
such as this one in order to get as much of the story out there as possible.


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RedTails - Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In - Part I
By - Scarletdown

	The trio padded up the cobblestone walk, passing by various shops, 
inns, and taverns as they headed back to the Hightail Inn to relax and 
sort out the recent events which brought them together in a union that 
could not quite be called a family.  The central figure, short and 
lithe, was clad in a black wizard's robe with matching black leather 
boots.  His cowl was down against his shoulders; revealing his soft, 
rounded, boyish face; violet, cat-like eyes; and a silvery-white mane of 
shoulder-length hair, through which a pair of gracefully pointed Elven 
ears protruded.
	Frelic Willowpaw guided his two charges, his newly purchased pets, 
through the streets of Mistport, occasionally tugging gently on the 
leashes that were attached to the leather collars clasped around their 
necks, to hurry them along.  Unlike their Master, Shaasta and Hansen 
wore nothing save their collars, their skyclad bodies; healthy and trim 
from their previous life of adventure, on display for all to see and 
admire.  Shaasta was in a constant state of blush as her Master paraded 
her sweet naked body through the seaside town.  Like Frelic, she too was 
an Elf, and the soft features of her face hinted that her Master was 
also her twin.  Her unconventional rescue from the Southern Rose pet 
shop by her brother had startled and embarrassed her, and amused the 
proprietor and his Halfling assistant; Frelic handed over a full ten 
platinum pieces to purchase her, and an additional thirty five gold 
pieces for the Furling Squirrel known as Hansen, her adventuring companion.

	Her excitement at being rescued turned to vehement protests, which were 
subsequently quelled by the burn of the paddle against her bare bottom, 
when Frelic informed her that he was going to keep them.  Her mind was 
spinning as she tried to think about this recent turn of events.  Never 
in her entire life had Shaasta ever considered that one day, she would 
become not only a personal pet, a pet sister even.  The naked reality of 
her new place in life was starting to sink in, as the cool, salty sea 
breeze caressed the lingering fire in her rump, where the Wand of the 
Master's had permanently seared her brother's personal mark into her 
flesh.  Still hot, the enchanted brand, a feline paw print with a willow 
tree in its center, glowed with lines of silver, a sign to all who 
viewed her soft, round bottom, that her life now belonged to her Master.
	In addition to the glowing brand, the Elf girl's bottom possessed 
another embarrassing feature which served as an additional sign that she 
had been sold into a life of servitude.  Pressed against her nether 
cheeks, the crimson bloom of a fragrant rose rode like a tail; it was 
the hallmark of the Southern Rose pet shop, and her Master ordered her 
to wear it until it was time to sleep.  The caress of the flower's 
thornless stem planted deep up her rectal passage made her very 
conscious of her femininity and her status as a personal pet.  No, not 
just a personal pet, she decided.  At once, the feelings that filled her 
clarified in her mind, and Shaasta determined that she would serve her 
Master the way she was trained during her month at the pet shop. 
Shaasta was now a pleasure pet, and she would live to serve and please 
her new owner.

	Hansen was also lost in reflection on the events of the past month. 
But unlike his fiery-maned companion, the little Furling Squirrel's, 
thoughts we focused on ways he could serve, service, and please his new 
Master.  He felt no shame or embarrassment as he padded up the walk, led 
on a leash by the Elf who had purchased him.  His thick, gray, bushy 
tail held proudly high, revealing his Master's mark on his rump, and the 
rose planted up his ass, he felt overwhelmingly content and excited at 
the thought of living the life of a pleasure toy.  His excitement was 
confirmed by the erect shaft that pointed prominently out in front of 
him from the furry sheath between his thighs.  He looked over the girl 
walking beside him to his right, the girl whom he had shared many 
exciting and perilous adventures with, and with whom he had shared many 
hot passionate evenings with during their travels.  This sweet creature 
had opened his eyes and opened his mind to forms of pleasure he had 
never considered before, and he was eternally grateful to Shaasta for 
simply being.  He gave her a cheerful smile, coupled with a friendly pat 
on her soft, smooth bottom; she returned the gestures, and the Elf's 
warm and loving smile nearly melted the Furling's heart as they 
continued their walk through the streets of Mistport.

	Soon, they reached their destination, a three story, gray, stone 
building that took up nearly two thirds of the block.  The entrance was 
a single pine wood door in one corner of the building.  Above the door 
was a large wooden sign featuring a painting of a Furling Vixen, down on 
all fours, with her bottom and tail raised high in the air.  Above the 
vixen, the name of the establishment was painted in bold green letters; 
this was the Hightail Inn.
	"Nice place, you picked, Master Frelic," Hansen chittered, admiring the 
architecture and especially the sign.  "And I swear, that Vixen looks 
remarkably like Mistie."
	Frelic had gazed at the Hightail's brazen sign many times since his 
arrival in Mistport, yet strangely, the resemblance to that Vixen he had 
checked out earlier, with plans to purchase tomorrow at the Southern 
Rose escaped him until now.  The artist had captured Mistie perfectly. 
The sweet expression on her face, the strawberry-blonde hair, and those 
soft graceful curves made it obvious who had modeled for the Inn's 
signage.  "Huh, you're right, Hansen," he agreed.  "That is Mistie.  I'm 
ashamed that I didn't recognize her when I inspected her earlier today."
	"Are you going to buy her from Master Varo tomorrow?" Shaasta asked, 
"She seemed to really want you."
	Frelic smiled and nodded, "Oh yes, I will sign the papers for her 
tomorrow, she will be coming home to WraithHold with us at the end of 
the week."  The wizard held the ends of both leashes in one hand, then 
removed the round wooden paddle from its hook on his belt.  He opened 
the door to the inn and ushered his pets in ahead of him, giving each of 
them a firm, loving swat on their bare bottoms as they passed through 
the entrance and into the inn's dining commons.


-- Scarletdown
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