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RedTails:  Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In

Chapter I - Back To The Hightail

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, catlike 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 on 
the sign 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.

     The big dining area was mostly empty at this time of the day, much 
to Shaasta's relief and Hansen's disappointment.  A few of the tables 
were occupied by inn guests, finishing up a late lunch, or relaxing with 
mugs of coffee, tea, or cold mead and listening to the two bards, young 
adult gold and white Furling cats, brother and sister, rehearsing for 
tonight's performance, taking turns as one strummed a tune on an 
eight-stringed guitar and the other practiced some dance movements.
     Flitting about the place was Furling Skunk lass, dressed in a 
white, lace-trimmed apron over a silky green tunic which draped over the 
base of her thick tail and provided a stunning view of her plush, furry 
black and white assets whenever she bent over.  She was busy arranging 
the tables and chairs and wiping them down, dusting the torch sconces in 
the walls, sweeping the polished wooden floor, and other typical barmaid 
tasks.
     Noticing the trio standing in the doorway, she smiled and padded 
over to them, her tail and pleasantly wide hips swishing alluringly with 
her well-practiced feminine stride.  She gave Frelic's hand a welcoming 
squeeze and smiled cheerfully at him, her jade green eyes sparkling with 
innate friendliness.  "Master Willowpaw!  I didn't expect to see you 
back so soon.  You were only away for a couple of hours."  Her gaze then 
turned to the two lovely, naked creatures Frelic had in tow, "Oh, I see 
your hunt must have been a success.  I presume these were the two 
missing kits you have been searching for?"
     "Yes indeed, Makae," Frelic replied, returning the cheerful smile 
and greeting the Skunkette with a kiss on the cheek.  "I found them on 
display at the Southern Rose pet shop."  He motioned his two pets to 
step forward, "The Elf is my sister, Shaasta, and the Squirrel is 
Hansen, Shaasta's adventuring matey."
     The Mephit grinned warmly at the naked, collared, and leashed pair, 
and gave them both a friendly hug, "Welcome to the Hightail Inn," she 
said, "I'm Makae, one of the chamber and barmaids here.  Please, come 
have a seat, and I will fetch drinks for the three of you."  She led 
them to a corner table close to where the Feline bards were rehearsing. 
  Frelic unclasped the leashes from his pets' collars, then stripped 
himself down to his short, black tunic and matching black knee-high 
leather boots. He folded the robe neatly and placed it, along with his 
equipment belt, beneath a chair, then Makae motioned for them to sit, 
and she took their drink orders.
     "Coffee with vanilla cream and a dash of cinnamon, I presume, 
Frelic?"  she asked.
     "As always, dear," Frelic confirmed.
     "And you two?"
     "Coffee sounds good," Shaasta agreed, "with hazelnut and a drop of 
honey, please."
     "And a tankard of honey mead for me," Hansen requested.  "And can 
we get something to eat?  I'm ravenous."
     "Certainly, sweet cheeks," the Skunkette giggled, "I'll see what we 
have ready." She spun around gracefully, and sauntered off to the 
kitchen, her lovely furry bottom jiggling with each step.

     Hansen's gaze was locked on Makae's backside until she disappeared 
through the double doors that led into the depths of the Hightail Inn. 
He then put a paw to his chest and grinned at his Master and stated the 
obvious, "By the Mink, she's one hot little honey."
     Frelic smiled back at his Furling pet and nodded, "That she is, 
dear. That she is, indeed.  Makae is a real sweetheart; she is, always 
cheerful and bouncy, always with a kind word to say, and always ready 
and willing to lend a paw."
     "So, have you boinked her yet?"
     Frelic sighed and exchanged an exasperated look with Shaasta, then 
gave a soft laugh, "Hansen, you are incorrigible," he declared, "Is that 
all you ever think about?"
     "Oh, not at all, Master," he swore, "I do think about other 
matters...from time to time, but pretty lasses with lovely asses do fill 
about eighty five percent of my thoughts.  So, have you boinked her yet, 
Master?"
     Frelic sighed again and shook his head, "No, I have not," he 
replied, "I only met her just yesterday when I checked in here."
     "Well, I'm sure your chance will come before we head home," Hansen 
assured him, "It would be a shame for my Master to leave here without 
getting to bed down with a babe like that first."
     "Thank-you for your concern, Hansen," Frelic said, hoping the touch 
of sarcasm was detectable in his voice.
     "No problem," It was evident that the Furling completely missed the 
sarcastic tone after all, "I only want to make certain my Master is 
happy.  So, have you at least spanked Makae?"
     Shaasta was trying hard not to laugh out loud at the persistent 
intimate questioning her dear friend was subjecting her brother to.
     "No, I have not spanked her," Frelic again replied, making a mental 
note to take the impetuous Furling over his knee for a lengthy lesson in 
manners.  "However, I have been able to give her bottom the occasional 
friendly swat," he admitted.
     Hansen nodded, "Well, that's something at least.  A sweet, furry 
bottom like hers is just made for spanking, you know."
     "As is a sweet furry bottom like yours," Frelic warned, placing the 
paddle he purchased right before they left the pet shop on the table; 
the look he gave him served as a sufficient warning that this time 
around, the paddling would not be for pleasure, at least not for the pet.
     Hansen got the message this time, and let the subject drop, then 
watched the two feline bards; dressed in thin, buckskin tunics, 
practicing on the stage, their movements graceful and precise, and the 
music hypnotic and relaxing.
     "By the Mink," he softly swore, "those are a couple hot honeys. 
Have you boinked them yet, Master?"
     Fortunately, Makae returned just in time, and the Squirrel's 
attention was diverted from the performers to the tray the Mephit set 
down on the table.  She distributed the tankards with their drinks along 
with a set of ceramic plates, knives, and forks, and placed a pair of 
large bowls and a platter with a loaf of fresh potato bread accompanied 
by a stick of butter on the table.  One bowl was half filled with 
steaming, shredded, fried potatoes, and the other was filled with a 
variety of fresh fruit.
     "I hope this can satisfy you for now," she said, "I had our cook, 
Brindon, go ahead and heat up what was left over from this morning's 
breakfast; the fruit is from our orchard just outside of town, picked 
just this morning."  She noticed the paddle sitting on the table, and 
felt the insides of her ears redden, and her cheeks heat up. Suppressing 
her embarrassment at the thoughts the simple bit of wood caused her to 
think, she smoothed down the front of her apron, and sat herself down in 
the one unoccupied chair at Frelic's table.

     As the group dug into the food and sipped their drinks, the barmaid 
started questioning them about their adventures, "So, you found them at 
one of the pet shops, you said earlier?"
     Frelic swallowed the mouthful of perfectly seasoned potatoes and 
chased it down with a sip of his sweet hot coffee, and nodded, "I was 
heading to the Thundercloud Tavern, a favorite watering hole among 
slavers, to follow up on a tip I received last night," he explained, "My 
route took me past the Southern Rose.  And there in the window, 
displaying her assets, was Shaasta.  Needless to say, I did not need to 
continue on to the Thundercloud."
     "What a fortunate turn of luck," Makae commented, "for both you and 
them.  Master Varo and his Halfling are the best fate in this town that 
could befall anyone taken by slavers.  My boss here always sends us to 
Varo for weekly cleansings, since our work uniforms are a Southern 
Exposure fashion, and naturally render our bottoms fully exposed.  Me 
and Mistie, when she worked here, always looked forward to seeing Varo 
and Lilieblume; we didn't look forward to the cleanings, but we always 
enjoyed spending an early evening with them, such fun people to 
socialize and hang out with.  So how did you get Hansen and your sister 
out of there?  Did you sneak in and spirit them away when nobody was 
looking?"
     Frelic chuckled and shook his head, "No, I'm afraid the rescue was 
nowhere near as exciting like what you would read in a typical adventure 
tale or see in a play."
     "Well, it was exciting," Shaasta added, but not in the traditional 
swashbuckling, storm the fortress walls sense."  She quietly squirmed in 
her seat, and her perky bare nipples hardened as she replayed in her 
mind the entire hot and steamy episode, then she buttered a slice of 
bread and nibbled on it, following it up with a sip of her coffee.
     "Right," Frelic confirmed, then continued the condensed version of 
their tale, "So anyway, I just strolled right on in, posing as a 
customer.  Varo, Lilieblume, and myself put my sister and Hansen through 
the whole inspection procedure, short of actually fucking them..."
     "Which was most unfortunate," Hansen pouted, then shut up and took 
a big bite out of an apple from the fruit bowl, allowing Frelic to continue.
     Makae coyly fluttered her eyelashes and giggled, "Oh, I bet that 
felt really naughty," she sighed wistfully, "I mean, probing and 
intimately examining your own lovely sister to determine if she is 
suitable to be a pleasure pet."
     Both Shaasta and Frelic blushed at the memories of what went on 
between them there at the pet shop, as well as at thoughts of what may 
yet occur between them in the imminently near future.  Frelic took 
another long pull of his coffee and pressed on with his mini epic, "So 
after they were paddled, petted, and even fisted up the ass, I actually 
purchased them from Master Varo, complete with bills of sale and 
certificates of ownership."
     Hansen took a swig of his mead, then finished the story, "And 
here's the twist.  After the papers were signed, he stashed them in a 
pouch and announced that he intended to keep us."
     The Mephit's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief at the 
Squirrel's revelation, "No way.  You really are keeping them as your pets?"
     Frelic smiled sheepishly and nodded, "Considering how much I paid 
for them, thirty five gold pieces for Hansen, and ten platinum pieces 
for Shaasta, there was no way I was going to risk them getting into 
slaver trouble ever again."
     "I think he did well," Hansen said, after swallowing another bite 
of apple, "For one thousand and thirty five gold pieces, Master here is 
now the proud owner of a feisty pet Squirrel and a hot and sexy pet sister."
     Shaasta and averted her eyes briefly, then shyly added, "I 
protested at first.  But as I thought it over, I decided that I may 
enjoy being owned by Frelic, and serving him as Master Varo and 
Lilieblume trained me."
     "Wow!" Makae exclaimed, "that is one intense and hot tale.  Are you 
going to..."
     She was interrupted by a deep but soft, commanding voice right 
behind her, "Makae!  Are you wearing blinders, girl?"
     She quickly stood up and faced the large man who towered above 
them, a massive and muscular dark-haired fellow.  Performing a quick 
curtsy, Makae smiled and made hurried introductions, "Oh, hello, Mister 
Kez.  We have two new guests here, Shaasta and Hansen," she gestured 
towards the Elf girl and Squirrel, "They are a part of Master 
Willowpaw's party, she added."
     Mister Kez noted the training paddle on the table, and casually put 
his hand on the handle, then nodded to the two new arrivals, "It will be 
a pleasure to meet you shortly."  He turned his gaze back to his barmaid 
and resumed scolding her, "Now, Makae, you know I don't mind you 
hobnobbing and making idle chatter with our guests here, but you seem to 
have forgotten that we do indeed have other guests down here as well, 
and it isn't fair for the barmaid to neglect them as she gives all her 
attention exclusively to one little group."
     The Mephit girl looked suitably chastened, ears flattened out 
slightly as she bowed her head and apologized.  She picked up her tray 
and gave the trio at the table another smile, "I'll talk with you some 
more this evening," she promised, then turned and resumed her duties, 
zeroing in on the bard couple first, as it looked like they were about 
to take a short break from their rehearsal.  The moment her back was 
turned, and before she could take more than two steps, her employer took 
a firm grip on the paddle, and with one smooth movement, landed the 
round wooden blade hard across Makae's plush bottom, causing her to yelp 
out in pain and surprise.  Though only a single swat, the impact was 
hard enough for the muffled SMACK to echo across the room, and also hard 
enough to already show the beginnings of a blush under the white 
treasure trail fur, a reddish-pink circle that partially covered both 
cheeks, bisected by the deep valley they formed beneath her tail.

     As the girl retreated across the room to attend to the other 
guests, Mister Kez set the paddle back down on the table, turned to 
Frelic and his little entourage and chuckled, "That Makae, she's quite 
the little treasure; brightens up our humble little establishment with 
her perpetually cheerful and bubbly attitude, she does."
     "You won't get any argument from me there, Ashton," Frelic replied, 
nodding his agreement, "Makae has been a bundle of energy since we first 
arrived, a very amazing girl."
     Mister Kez dried sweaty palms on his heavy, black cotton apron and 
assumed the seat his barmaid had vacated moments before.  He carried on 
his musings about the Mephit girl, "That girl can be a bit flighty and 
easily distracted at times; as you witnessed, she occasionally needs a 
firm, guiding hand to keep her focused and on task."  He idly tapped a 
thick, callused finger on the blade of the paddle laying on the table.
     Frelic nodded, understanding, and smiled as the proprietor continued.
     "She has been with us ever since the Hightail first opened its 
doors five years ago.  It's difficult to imagine that she was a mere 
tender tail of ten summers when she started.  She is like an adopted 
daughter to myself and my mate, and every time we look at her, we are 
truly amazed at what a fine and lovely young Furling lady she has 
blossomed into."
     "Again, you get no argument from me, Ashton," Frelic agreed once 
more, "May she remain forever healthy and beautiful in your service." 
He raised his tankard in an impromptu toast to Makae, and finished the 
last swallow of his coffee.
     "Now, then, who are these two newcomers sitting here with you, 
Frelic?" he asked, giving Shaasta and Hansen a curious look over, "And 
why do they sit naked in my dining commons at this time of the day?"
     "These are my pets," Frelic explained, "Shaasta and Hansen."  The 
two smiled demurely and gave a polite wave, then Hansen set the remains 
of the apple he just finished down on his plate, and went to work on a 
sweet, juicy peach from the fruit bowl, while the master of the inn eyed 
them.
     "Your pets, hmm?"  The large man idly stroked the short, dark beard 
that decorated his chin, "I don't remember seeing these two lovely 
creatures with you when you first checked in."
     "I purchased them only an hour or so ago," Frelic replied.
     Hansen swallowed and licked the peach juice off his muzzle, "Yes, 
Mister Kez," he nodded, "Master Frelic bought us from the Southern Rose. 
  I believe you are familiar with that place?"
     "Yes, I know the place.  That's Varo's establishment.  I know him 
from way back, before either of us became business people.  Good fellow, 
that Wolf is; as is Lilieblume, his little Halfling pet and aide."
     "I am prepared to cover whatever extra expenses are incurred by 
these two," Frelic assured him.
     "Well, I should have you know, pets stay free here," Ashton 
informed them, "at least there are no additional occupancy charges for 
their use of your suite.  And any costs for meals other than leftovers, 
as well as other supplies used will be added to your bill, sir."
     Frelic nodded, "I would not have it any other way."
     "But," he continued, "before I put them on the registry here, I 
have to confirm that they are indeed pets.  Do you have their papers?"
     Frelic reached down into the pouch that was on the belt on the 
floor underneath his chair, and withdrew the signed certificates of 
ownership.  Ashton took the documents and gave them a quick perusal, 
then handed them back to Frelic, who neatly folded them and returned 
them to the pouch.
     "Very well, Frelic," Ashton said, "Everything seems to be in order. 
"Now, I must remind you, I maintain a clean house here.  Have your pets 
been properly..."
     "Yes," Frelic interrupted, "They have recently had a proper cleansing."
     "Master Varo filled our bottoms with gehennite just this morning," 
Shaasta assured him.
     "And right before we left the shop, Master Frelic and Miss 
Lilieblume poured a full pint of the Potion of Dragon Metabolism up our 
butts," the Squirrel added, placing the peach pit on the plate beside 
the apple core, and buttering up a thick slice of the potato bread, "So 
we are good for a few days."
     "Excellent," Ashton replied.  "Now for one more detail.  Have they 
been properly marked?"
     "Branded about an hour ago," Frelic said, "Stand up and show them, 
my pets."

     Hansen swallowed the big bite he took then set the other half of 
the thickly buttered slice of bread down on his plate.  He and Shaasta 
arose from their seats and faced the table, grasping the edge and 
bending over a little to present their behinds.  The marks had 
completely faded by now, of course, so with his heavy callused hand, the 
Hightail Inn's proprietor planted two hard swats on their bottoms; the 
smack of his hand on their flesh echoed loudly through the room, and 
mixed with the surprised yelps from both Shaasta and Hansen, causing the 
other guests, including the bards, plus Makae to look up from whatever 
they were previously occupied with, and watch the little pet show.  The 
swats they received were sufficient to generate the warmth and glow 
required to make the paw print marks, inlaid with a willow tree, once 
again appear on the Elf's and Squirrel's rumps.  He traced his thick 
fingers over the wispy, glimmering, silver lines, admiring the fine but 
simplistic artistry of the design, then motioned for the two pets to sit 
down again.  They both winced as their bare asses pressed against the 
wooden seats.  Shaasta immediately thought of Mistie and her story of 
why she sold herself to Varo; she remembered the vixen mentioning that 
her employer had thoroughly paddled her before her dismissal, and she 
rubbed her bottom in sympathy.  Just that simple two swat spanking from 
Mister Kez was painful enough.  She could barely fathom what a full 
fledged paddling from the big man must be like.
     Satisfied that these two were indeed certified pets and not just 
freeloaders posing as pets, Mister Kez gave a wide toothy smile and 
spread his arms, "Welcome to the Hightail Inn, Shaasta and Hansen," he 
finally officially greeted them.  "I am Ashton Kez, proprietor of this 
humble establishment.  And if your Master approves, you may address me 
simply as Ashton."
     Frelic nodded his approval, and Ashton continued his welcoming 
speech, "I hope you find the accommodations here comfortable.  And if 
you need anything; myself, Makae, and my mate, who should be back this 
evening with our cubs, will be glad to assist."
     "Thank-you for your hospitality, Ashton," Shaasta and Hansen 
responded in tandem.
     "Yes," Frelic added, "Thank-you for your hospitality.  And if my 
pets can be of any assistance around here when I am not using them, just 
give the word.  And your mate?  I had no idea you were married."
     "That's right," Ashton realized, "Sharani was in need of a bit of a 
getaway, so just a few days before your arrival, we pulled the cubs out 
of school and I sent them, with their mother on a bit of a holiday up 
north to Coralport where they could visit with my folks for a few days."
     "I'm looking forward to meeting them," Frelic said.
     "Oh trust me, you will like them.  Sharani is one of the finest and 
most interesting ladies you could ever encounter."  Ashton was grinning 
like a schoolboy as he thought about his dear mate, "And the kids, 
Delaney and Alfred, they are just the most adorable young pups."  He 
pushed his chair back and stood up, "But I have work to get back to.  As 
I said before, if you need anything, don't hesitate to seek out Makae or 
myself."  He  put a friendly squeeze on Shaasta and Hansen's shoulders, 
and gave Frelic a polite bow, then dismissed himself and strode off to 
the kitchen area to see how the evening meal preparations were coming 
along, leaving the trio to finish their meal in peace.
     A minute or two after Ashton departed, Makae came back over to 
their table, as part of her normal rounds.  She gave them fresh tankards 
of their preferred drinks, and cleared away the debris and dirty dishes.
     "I forgot to mention earlier, your two mateys, Karma and Thissle, 
left shortly after you did this morning," she informed him, "They said 
they wanted to do a bit of sight seeing and shopping.  They should be 
back any time now."
     "Thanks for the intel," Frelic replied, "I do hope Thissle 
completed that magickal writing assignment I prescribed for her this 
morning, before they went out."
     Makae shrugged her dainty shoulders, "I wouldn't know about that, 
I'm afraid.  Now, Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, 
as she wiped some spilled drops of mead off the table.
     "A lap dance, perhaps?" Frelic suggested, grinning mischievously, 
and only half seriously.
     The Skunkette giggled and turned around, teasingly shaking and 
swishing her springy, pretty butt for them, then she faced them again, a 
noticeable blush beneath the soft white fluff of her cheeks, "Perhaps 
this evening when I am off duty," she suggested, giving him a sly wink. 
  She ran a finger along Frelic's smooth face, "I'm a bit too busy right 
now, and hafta be getting back to work.  But first..."
     The Mephit turned her back to Frelic, and with tail held high, 
thrust out her soft, licorice and whipped cream colored bottom.  Frelic 
accepted the unspoken invitation, of course, and landed a pair of firm, 
open handed swats on the delicious-looking target, one on each cheek; 
then she padded off to the kitchen to go wash the afternoon dishes.
     "And here you were accusing me of having a one track mind," Hansen 
smirked, both he and Shaasta looking quite amazed and amused at their 
Master's sudden brazenness.
     Frelic just shrugged and returned the smirk, "She made the 
invitation; I accepted it."  He was about to say more, when the door in 
the corner opened and a couple lovely ladies sauntered into the inn, 
both of them carrying rather loaded packs.

     "About bloody time," Frelic said.  The wizard and his pets stood 
and hurried over to help the girls.  The two ladies looked a little 
weary from their shopping expedition.
     The taller of the two, a lovely, coppery-red haired  and sparkly 
copper-irised eyed young lady named Thissle, was currently in her Human 
form, looking to be in her final teen years.  She stood about five and a 
half feet tall, towering six inches over Frelic, whom she also usually 
addressed as Master, due to her status as his apprentice instead of as a 
pet, though there often seemed little difference between the two.  She 
sported a very short, plain white tunic, which just barely achieved 
modesty in front and did not quite fully cover the lowermost curves of 
her soft, but muscular behind in back.  The tunic was cinched around the 
waist with a leather belt, from which hung various pouches, and 
effectively skirted the white shift; this was the standard uniform for 
an apprentice, whether to a wizard, acolyte, ranger, rogue, or whatever, 
designed to allow the teacher quick and easy access to the student's 
bottom for disciplining as needed.  And her feet were shod with light 
brown moccasin boots that ran all the way up to the lower quarter of her 
smooth, muscular, sun tanned thighs.
     The other girl, a Furling Rabbit named Karma, stood just a little 
shorter than Frelic and Shaasta, unless you counted her long ears, which 
then made her height the same as Thissle's.  Her large, liquid-blue eyes 
sparkled in the light, and her sweet lapine face was framed by a thick 
mane of sunny blonde hair, which dropped in wavy curls down to just 
below her shoulders.
     All Karma wore was a sleeveless shiny red leotard, that fully 
showed off her buxom curves.  Tight, short, and formfitting, it was 
truly more like lingerie than normal everyday clothing, high cut in the 
rear to fully show off her wide hips and a good portion of her fur-clad 
bottom, and low cut at the neckline to reveal ample cleavage with a ruff 
of light blue chest fur.
     Like many Furlings, Karma's fur was two toned, mostly a golden 
brown, with a blue-white treasure trail that started at the lower half 
of her fluffy cheeks and muzzle, and ran down her neck and chest, 
vanishing beneath the tight leotard, and reappearing between her 
muscular jumper's thighs.  Some of the blue fur was also visible on her 
soft ass, due to the immodest cut of her outfit, and more blue-white fur 
covered the underside of her teardrop-shaped tail which protruded 
through a hole cut and hemmed in the rear of the leotard.

     The two girls set their heavy burdens down on the floor and 
squealed happily as they noticed Frelic approaching, with both Shaasta 
and Hansen in tow.
     Thissle and Karma took turns smothering the two with long, deep 
embraces, with the traditional exchange of fondling squeezes on each 
others' bottoms, and a series of tender kisses on cheeks and mouths, and 
then more hugs.  "Where have you two been?" Karma scolded them, "We've 
been worried sick about you for the past month, ever since we received 
word of your capture."
     Before either Shaasta or Hansen could answer, Thissle jumped in 
with more scolding questions, "And what's with those pretty collars?" 
she asked, "And more importantly, where are your clothes?"
     "Our clothes as well as everything else we had at the time were 
confiscated by the slavers that took us," Hansen replied, then added, "Duh!"
     "As for where we've been this past month," Shaasta said, "Sitting 
in a pet shop, waiting to be sold is where we've been."
     "Ooh," they both gasped, "that sounds exciting."
     "In more ways than one, I can assure you," Hansen added, giving 
them a sly wink and a smirk.
     "And the collars?" Thissle asked again.
     "That's a bit of a long story," Shaasta warned them.
     "Let's retire for a bit to our suite, and I will tell you all about 
it," Frelic suggested.  He picked up one of the shopping packs, Thissle 
took the other, and and Hansen gathered up his Master's robe, belt, and 
paddle, then they all headed upstairs to retreat to a more private setting.



-- Scarletdown
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