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Subject: {ASSM} Story - RedTails : A Night Out, A Night In - Part 04  (M/F FF/M, magic, inc, furry, rim, spank)
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RedTails:  Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In

Chapter IV - Cinnamon and a Spicy Tale

By - Scarletdown

     Thissle bent over and felt around the tub's floor until her hand 
touched an iron ring.  She gave it a tug and pulled out the cork stopper 
it was attached to.  As the hot soapy water started its slow exit to the 
sewers below Mistport, she hoisted her wet body out of the large cedar 
basin and took one of the soft cotton towels to dry herself off.  Hansen 
was attending to Karma, vigorously rubbing another towel through her 
waterlogged fur.  The rabbit stood with her arms out and big bunny feet 
spread while the Squirrel methodically worked her over from the top 
down.  He started with her long ears.  Then using both hands, he 
scrubbed her sunny blonde hair from drenched to merely damp.  Hansen 
used lighter strokes on her brow, cute little muzzle, and over her 
fluffy cheeks; then gently patted her chin, neck, and shoulders dry 
before resuming the more vigorous strokes for her arms, breasts, and 
stomach.
     The Rabbit closed her eyes and smiled naughtily as the Squirrel 
worked on her lower half, buffing the cotton over her wide hips and 
thighs, down to the tops of her feet, and back up to gently swab the 
tender mound of her sex.  Finally, Hansen padded around behind Karma and 
lovingly kneaded the towel all over her plush butt, pressing and 
kneading vigorously over every square inch of the bunny's fur-clad, 
jiggly derriere, between her soft southern cheeks, and finishing with a 
brisk scrubbing over the top and underside of her teardrop-shaped tail.
     Once Karma was dry, she took up a fresh towel and gave Hansen the 
same treatment.  He squirmed a bit as she worked the cloth down his 
sides. "Ticklish are you?" Karma asked, reaching around to land a 
playful swat on his still wet bottom."
     He giggled, "Just a little bit, love bunn," he admitted, "Don't 
tell Master, please?

     Karma laughed with him, "Don't worry, fuzzbutt.  You're secret is 
safe with me.  Besides, I don't think Frelic is into tickling anyway, 
not much at least."  She continued working on getting the Squirrel's fur 
dried out.  Naturally, when she worked on the treasure zone between his 
thighs, his cock emerged from its sheath again.  She smiled naughtily, 
took the hard shaft in her hand, gently stoked it a few times, then 
leaned forward and ran her tongue along its length, top and bottom. 
Hansen closed his eyes and gave a tortured moan as the tongue bath the 
bunny gave his maleness caused him to sway back and forth, weak kneed. 
Clear lubricating fluid dripped from the tip of the pulsing shaft, which 
Karma lapped up.  Before his loins could erupt with his seed, the Rabbit 
backed off, then had him turn around so she could finish drying him off.
     Thissle, finished grooming her mane, was watching the little drama 
taking place between the two.  She smirked and laughed, "Silly Rabbit. 
You are such a terrible tease.  I swear, you are going to end up driving 
the poor Squirrel to insanity if you keep that up without letting him 
boink you soon."
     Karma stuck her tongue out at Thissle, then gave Hansen's rump a 
friendly squeeze followed by a stinging flick of the wet towel as she 
finished the rubdown.  "I just might do that," she said, "Shaasta said 
he is a real pleasure to couple with.  But, I don't want to tire him out 
before Frelic can use him first."
     Hiding his embarrassment, Hansen picked up a hard-bristled brush 
and started working it over Karma's soft pelt, using short firm strokes 
to smooth out her fur.  While he did that, Thissle took her brush and 
worked on the Rabbit's silky hair, brushing out the damp tangles.
     "So tell us, furball," Thissle said, "How did you and Shaasta, of 
all people, manage to get yourselves captured by slavers?"

     Hansen gave her a sheepish grin, shrugged, and brushed smooth the 
gold and blue fur of Karma's rump, teasing it to chinchilla-like 
softness, "I'm ashamed to admit; we were taken completely by surprise."
     "No way!" the girls exclaimed in unison.
     "That simply doesn't happen," Karma insisted, "A pair of highly 
skilled rangers, one of them an Elf no less, you never get ambushed."
     "Yeah," Thissle chimed in, "That simply defies every single law of 
reality on the books."  She finished fixing the Rabbit's silky locks and 
idly ran the brush through her own mane a few more times, "You and 
Shaasta are the best in your class, so attuned to your surroundings that 
you know the enemy is out there even before they know."
     "So how could you possibly get caught with your armor down?" Karma 
demanded.
     The Squirrel chuckled and gave her a playful smack on the ass with 
the back of the pelt brush as he finished grooming her.  He handed the 
brush off to her and presented himself for his turn.  "That, dear 
ladies, pretty much says it all.  We literally did get caught with our 
armor down."
     Karma worked the brush down his chest and nodded, "I get your 
meaning, but let's hear it anyway."
     "Yes, well," he continued, "me and Shaasta had just finished a nice 
long afternoon double-boinking."
     Thissle smiled knowingly, her hands sliding up her inner thighs and 
over the moist slit of her smooth bare mound; the mental imagery of the 
Furling pressed against Shaasta's down-covered undertail, his hard shaft 
nested deep inside her hot treasure hole, sent an electric tingle 
through her body, "Mmmm, a double-boinking.  So, when Shaasta went to 
her hawk form, did you take her from behind, or did you have her spread 
eagle on her back?"
     Hansen closed his eyes and let his thoughts fill with the sweet 
memories of that cool but hot afternoon that long month ago, while Karma 
firmly glided the pelt brush down his thighs; she then padded around 
behind him to groom the Squirrel's back half.  "Oh, I took her from 
behind, both rounds in fact.  For the first boinking, she was all Elf; 
down on all fours,  legs spread, and those irresistible, round, blushing 
flanks thrust invitingly up."  His cock hardened once more, and both 
Karma and Thissle were quietly squirming as the Squirrel relayed the 
encounter in fine, graphic detail; a sweet stickiness forming between 
their legs.
     "She was like a wild, fire-maned pony in season," Hansen recalled, 
"and I rode her long and hard, bringing that girl to the summit of the 
Mink's Mountain twice before I allowed myself to fill her with my 
passion seed."
     Thissle was now openly probing herself, three dainty fingers buried 
deep inside her burning sex, "Ooh!" she moaned, "Shaasta is one lucky 
Elf.  Most other guys would be quite envious of your prowess and 
endurance, fuzzbutt," she complimented him.  "Not many can bring an Elf 
girl to climax twice before unloading into her."
     Hansen had to avert his gaze as the insides of his ears heated up. 
  He really did bear an inner modesty that countered his outward brazen 
tendancies; talk of his sexploits was difficult for him unless receiving 
heavy encouragement such as that currently coming from the two heavily 
aroused ladies now interrogating him.
     "Well I hate sounding like a sailor or some village pretty boy, 
spinning drunken yarns to compensate for certain shortcomings," he said, 
"but I have had a number of steamy years with Shaasta to hone my skills 
and finely attune them specifically to her needs.  In fact, if you ask 
her, she will vouch for me and admit that I had her begging for me to 
fill her with my seed.  She was thrashing about like a wild filly by the 
time she reached the summit the second time and my hot juices flowed 
into her like flood waters from a shattered dam."
     "Oh, I don't doubt a single word," Karma assured him.  She gave his 
furry bottom an understanding squeeze, then went to work on making his 
tail bushy again.  "Shaasta has told us countless tales every time the 
two of you paid a visit to WraithHold during one of your adventures."
     "You and Shaasta are hearth legends to the Halflings of Pinevale," 
Thissle informed him, "Both the lads and lasses there see you two as 
heroes of sorts."
     "Yeah, you have quite an impressive crowd of fans," Karma giggled. 
  She finished his tail and brushed smooth the fur on his rump, then her 
ears dropped back alluringly, her tail twitched, and a suggestive 
glimmer flashed in her large, liquid eyes, "And two of your biggest fans 
are right here in this room with you."  She teasingly ran a fingertip 
around the rim of his tight little treasure hole before applying a firm 
smack to his ass with the paddle side of the brush, signalling that the 
grooming was complete.

     Karma padded over to a low bench and lay face down with her legs 
straddling the seat, ready for the next phase of their preparations for 
their evening out.  Her legs spread, and her soft pillowlike bottom 
flirted temptingly in the air, Hansen wanted nothing more than to cover 
her body with his and give the bunny's tight love channel and even 
tighter little butthole a much needed boinking.  He could have freely 
taken her right then and there, and Karma would have gladly received 
him.  After all, she was just as much Furling as he, and almost always 
willing and ready to drop everything at the flick of a tail for a quick 
fucking.  But now was not the time.  The three had a busy night ahead of 
them, he with his Master right here at the Hightail, and they with 
Shaasta at Hot Summer Nights.  There would be plenty of time later to 
slip his cock into these two sweet ladies.
     Thissle stepped over to a table and picked up a small basin filled 
with steaming, fragrant, soapy water, and a pair of thick, round shafts 
made of smoothly polished wood, measuring approximately twelve inches 
from end to end.  Half the length of these were wrapped with a thick sponge.
     Hansen recognized these wands of course, and could not help but 
give a naughty smile while patting Karma's upturned bottom.  "Ah, a 
rectal scrub.  Planning on a bit of tail diving or other uptail fun 
tonight?"
     "That's always a possibility," Thissle said, "But this is mostly 
because we may be doing lap dances this evening; and well, that is 
normally where we prefer to receive our tips."

     The Squirrel dipped the sponge end of one shaft into the water and 
pressed the tip against the waiting opening between the bunny's southern 
cheeks.  Hansen was intimately familiar with the procedure, having 
performed it on Shaasta's butt regularly over the years.  Though nowhere 
near as effective as gehennite, a rectal scrub, if done right, provided 
a cleansing more than sufficient for a hot evening of uptail play.
     "Okay now," he said, "On the count of three.  Ready?"
     Karma nodded her head, her tight little hole clenching and relaxing 
in anticipation.
     "One, two..."  he took a firm grip on the wooden shaft, and in one 
smooth motion, he impaled the rabbit up the ass, causing her to give a 
sharp gasp despite her readiness as the sponge-wrapped rod filled her 
rear channel.  "Three."
     Hansen pumped the scrubber for several seconds inside Karma's butt, 
then rotated it left and right non-stop for a full minute, thoroughly 
swabbing her rectal wall with the hot soapy sponge.  He gave it a few 
more pumps, working it in a little deeper, and with one final twist, 
pulled it back out, eliciting a sweet sigh from the Rabbit.  He set the 
wet-sponged shaft aside, picked up the second scrubber, and looked over 
at Thissle.
     "Thissle, do you need me to give you a scrubbing too?"
     "No," she replied.  Thissle was busy preparing a perfume spritzer 
bottle, concocting a mix of cool water and a very powerful 
cinnamon-scented oil, "I only need a deep cleansing after uptail play."
     "Oh, that's right," Hansen said, "I forgot that even in your Human 
form, you still retain that Dragon metabolism."  He turned his attention 
back to Karma's ass and inserted the second sponge, without wetting it 
down, deep up inside her.  The bunny was of course thoroughly enjoying 
this.  Her bottom was thrust up high, and a sweet sticky moisture coated 
her sex, matting down the fur of her mound as the Squirrel expertly 
worked the shaft in her bowels.  Hansen used slow, meticulous strokes, 
taking his time as the sponge pistoning inside soaked up the soapy 
dampness, leaving Karma's rectal wall clean and dry.

     Between gasps and moans, Karma whimpered for Hansen to finish his 
story, "Okay, furball, you still haven't told us how you and Shaasta 
managed to get ambushed."
     "Right, so anyway," he continued his little epic, "there we were, 
coupled together out among the coastal pines, Shaasta on her hands and 
knees, and me draped over her wide ass.  Other than our heavy breathing 
and contented moans as we basked in the warm afterglow of our shared 
bliss, the only other sounds were the chirping of songbirds and 
chittering of small forest creatures."  He pulled the sponge-wrapped 
shaft from Karma's depths and slipped two fingers up her butt.
     "Deciding it was time to continue our trek, as I wanted to cover as 
much ground as possible while we had plenty of daylight left, I 
extracted myself from Shaasta and started to gather up our gear.  But 
that Elf brat had other ideas."
     He swabbed his fingers around Karma's rectal wall, then probed 
deeper; his thumb and third finger joined the first two and formed a 
fist inside of her.  Her bottom clenched hard around his arm while 
Hansen pressed onward with his story.
     "I was about to get dressed, when I heard Shaasta call my name.  I 
turned around, and there she stood atop a large flat boulder, her arms 
spread and her eyes glowing a soft emerald green.  She flashed an 
alluring smile my way, then a green aura matching her eyes shimmered 
around her body, and she transformed.  When the emerald halo about her 
faded, Shaasta had fully shifted to her hawk form.  Her large wings 
gracefully spread wide for balance, she perched daintily on that rock. 
She didn't waste any time.  Despite not being able to speak while she 
was a bird, Shaasta's motions and mannerisms left no doubt in my mind 
what she wanted."
     He pulled his fist from the bunny's butt, slipped his fingers into 
his mouth, and savored Karma's unique flavor as if sampling a fine wine. 
"Perfect," was his assessment, "clean enough for the deepest taildive."
     Karma giggled, then gasped and tensed up when Thissle kneeled 
behind her and probed her tongue deep up her freshly cleaned rear 
chamber, the copper-haired girl's face buried between the plush hills of 
the bunny's bottom to test Hansen's claim.  Satisfied with the 
Squirrel's work, she pulled back, sat down on the bench beside Karma, 
and gave the Rabbit an approving slap on the rump, "Delicious," she 
declared, "You should be able to carry a buttload of coin under your 
tail by the time were are finished for the night, boink bunny."
     Hansen nodded, "Now, where was I?  Oh yes, Shaasta had transformed 
and was now in her hawk form.  Her body language more than made up for 
her inability to speak.  She turned her ass end towards me and with her 
wings spread, she leaned forward so that her front half was pressed 
against her rocky perch and her back half was flirted up in the air 
before me, tailfeathers fanned out and raised to expose the soft creamy 
white down of her bird butt with its tight little opening pulsing and 
flexing, awaiting fulfillment."
     Karma started to get up, but Thissle stopped her, pushing her back 
down on the bench, "Not yet, bunny," she said.  She picked up the 
spritzer bottle she had prepared earlier and attached a long, round 
applicator tip, with a hole in the end as well as a number of smaller 
holes along the surface, to the flexible tube sticking out from the top. 
  "We're going to try out this cinnamon scent oil I bought at the 
apocathary today."  She motioned for Hansen to resume the tale while she 
worked the Rabbit's tail.  But the Squirrel was too distracted by what 
Thissle was doing to Karma to continue just yet.
     Thissle inserted the applicator up Karma's butt and squeezed the 
bulb on the spritzer, sending a spray of cinnamon oil and water into the 
warm depths beneath her tail.  Karma gave a soft moan at first, as the 
solution coated her rectal wall, feeling pleasantly cool but with an 
underlying tingle that sent shivers through her body.  But soon, the 
coolness gave way to a burning that filled her entire nether passage and 
turned her pleasured shivers to agonized writhings so intense that 
Thissle had to hold her down.  She gave the Rabbit a second dose of the 
fiery potion, then pulled the tube from her butt and continued to hold 
her until the burn faded to a mildly stinging warmth.
      Thissle gently stroked Karma's rump, silently comforting her and 
inviting Hansen to taste again the Rabbit's tail.  He kneeled behind her 
as Thissle had done and pressed his muzzle between her cheeks.  The 
strong aroma of cinnamon mingled with Karma's own natural scent filled 
the Squirrel's nose and renewed his arousal.  His tongue entered the hot 
opening of the bunny's ass and lapped at the spicy oil coating her inner 
flesh.  "All I can say is amazing!" he declared, as he looked back up at 
Thissle and licked his chops, "her taste was exquisite before you 
spritzed her.  But now, her flavor is pure ambrosia.  I bet Master would 
be quite pleased if you cinnamoned my butt."
     "I know he will be quite pleased, fuzzbutt," Thissle replied, as 
she removed the used applicator from the spritzer and replaced it with a 
fresh one.  She handed the perfume bottle to Hansen, helped Karma to her 
feet, and took her place on the bench; face down, perky breasts pressed 
against the wooden seat, feet on the floor, and ass in the air.
     "Cinnamon is one of his favorite flavors.  But before you get it, 
you have to finish the story of how you and Shaasta got caught with your 
armor down."
     Hansen buried his muzzle in Thissle's bottom and moistened her 
butthole with his tongue.  Her natural scent was like the sweetness that 
permeates the air right before an electrical storm.  He inserted the 
tube up her butt and gave the spritzer's bulb two squeezes, spraying the 
stinging cinnamon mist into Thissle's back passage just as she had done 
to Karma earlier.  Unlike the Furling Rabbit, however; Thissle's moans 
and squirmings were of pure pleasure from beginning to end.
     The Squirrel set the bottle aside, sampled a taste of Thissle's 
ass, then finally resumed his tale of tail.  "So there was Shaasta, 
looking every bit as hot in her bird form as she does in her Elven form, 
her beautiful feathered ass presented invitingly for stuffing.  I knelt 
behind her and slipped my tongue into her hot, pulsing opening to get 
her properly slicked up, taking care to probe both the lower and upper 
channels; I knew from extensive previous experience that both were going 
to be unfathomably tight rides."
     "That really got her squirming, and even moreso when I primed her 
by planting a good dozen open-handed swats under her tailfeathers.  By 
the time my paw struck her down-covered ass that twelfth time, that 
feathered honey was more than ready, chirping and squawking frantically 
for me to take her."
     "You know," Karma advised him, "you really should keep a journal of 
your adventures.  The way you tell them, you could easily make a fortune 
with your tales."
     Thissle sat up, the cinnamon perfume now properly absorbed into the 
inner flesh of her nether chamber.  She agreed with Karma, "She's right, 
y'know.  In fact, not only could you be a best seller for your hot 
steamy epics, you could also do well writing text books and educational 
quarterlies for the Mink's Elite.  That's something to think about, at 
least."
     Hansen smiled and blushed at the suggestions, "I may do just that 
one of these days.  But anyway, as I was saying, after I warmed her 
feathered butt with a spanking, Shaasta was primed and ready for 
stuffing.  Not wanting to keep my squirming lovebird waiting any longer, 
I gently draped my body over hers, wrapped my arms around her, and 
pulled her close to me."  He paused briefly and closed his eyes, nearly 
coming to an orgasm as he let his mind recall every last vivid detail of 
that moment in time.
     "I first slid my cock down her lower passage, her avian sex, and 
rode her for at least a full fifteen minutes.  And I must say, as an 
Elf, Shaasta is one of the sweetest pleasures imaginable, and Master is 
indeed most fortunate to have her as his pet.  But Shaasta the Elf pales 
in comparison to Shaasta the bird."  He reached down between his legs 
and gave his hard, pulsing shaft a firm squeeze.
     "That girl has tremendous talent that puts the Order of the Mink's 
lads and lasses to shame.  Her nesting chamber is incredible, so 
wonderfully hot and such a tight fit, I actually had to fight hard to 
keep from planting my seed in her the instant her treasure hole closed 
around my cock and I plumbed her ornithian depths.  Over that quarter 
hour, we glided to the summit of the Minks's Mountain together three 
times.  In fact, we not only went to the summit, we soared high above 
the peak each time; by the time we landed, her love chamber was full of 
Furling passion juices."
     Thissle smiled and was blushing at the graphic details Hansen was 
providing of his avian sexcapade with Shaasta, "Yeah, I've heard bird 
boinking is an experience like no other.  We've had Cloud Rangers from 
Aquillia visit Pinevale, and their tales of how they have to frequently 
service their mounts matches your experiences with Shaasta.  And a few 
of them have told me that in my small Dragon form, I am a match for 
their feathered lovers."
     "I will have to test that claim soon, you know," Hansen warned her, 
then went back to his story, "Still fired up, Shaasta was writhing and 
squawking under me, wanting more.  So I extracted my shaft from under 
her tailfeathers for a brief moment, then slipped it back into her 
treasure hole, thrust it up her upper passage fucked her ass chamber. 
And let me tell you, with birds, it doesn't matter which path you take. 
  Either the high road or the low road will give you a boinking to 
remember for years to come."
     "Another half hour and another five trips above the summit, and we 
were both spent at last.  I pulled out of her, sat down on the rock, and 
cuddled her on my lap for a few minutes.  She was cooing like a dove and 
nuzzling her beak over my face and neck, gently preening me while I 
stroked my fingers through her feathers; down her breast and thighs, and 
her soft undertail."
     "After we recovered, she leaped to the ground and became an Elf 
again.  Still reeling a little from the after effects of our passion 
high, we were taking our time getting dressed.  That was when I heard 
Shaasta shout out a pained cry.  I quickly turned around to see what the 
problem was just in time to watch her crumple to the ground with a dart 
pierced deep in her rump.  I rushed over to her, crying her name.  But 
before I could reach her, I felt a sharp pain in my bottom, like the 
sting of a Sprite Dragon, then felt a deep, numbing heat spread out 
through my body from where the dart had struck me.  The world swirled 
around me, and all went dark."
     "Ooh," Karma said, "Tranq dart in the ass, that's the most 
effective way to take down an otherwise elusive prey like you and 
Shaasta."  She patted him reassuringly on the shoulder, "So don't feel 
too bad about it.  Even if you had been fully alert, it would still have 
been difficult to avoid being taken down like that."
     Hansen shook his head and sighed, "We could have easily avoided 
it," he argued, "All we had to do was take Frelic's advice he gave us 
before we set out to heart, and avoided travelling along the Northwest 
Coast."
     Thissle gave him a comforting hug, "Don't punish yourself over your 
decisions, fuzzbutt," she popped him on the ass with one hand, "Leave 
that to us.  And look on the bright side.  Had you not been taken by 
slavers, you would not have become Frelic's pet.  And from the way you 
have been behaving since Master brought you back from the Southern Rose, 
it looks to me as if you really do like this new life you have entered 
into."
     He smiled as Thissle guided him down onto the bench, and positioned 
him with his bottom thrust up, ready to receive the cinnamon oil, "Yes, 
I suppose you are right," he agreed.
     "I'm always right," Thissle reminded him.  She replaced the 
applicator on the spritzer bottle and kneeled behind him while Karma 
held his tail up out of the way so she could slip her tongue into his 
southern star.
     "And I will admit," he continued, "watching Master play with and 
discipline Delilah, and hearing the heated tales of when he served as 
Mistress Triniti's pet and lab assistant aboard the bloodlust, and 
Shaasta's own stories of her years serving Triniti, made me fantasize 
about serving a stern but loving mistress myself.  I always figured when 
the time came, I would offer myself to Shaasta.  I never thought I would 
serve a master though.  But when Frelic was probing and prodding us 
there at the shop, I realized that it didn't matter who was on the 
giving end of the paddle.  I could serve as a pleasure girl to either a 
master or a mistress."
     "And Frelic will thoroughly enjoy using your cute little bottom 
too, furball," Karma replied, "Also, you may not be aware that in 
addition to his full Elf, full panther, and Furling Panther forms, 
during his service as cabin boy to Captain Sasslyn and lab assistant to 
Master Kairo on the Svelte Lady after his rescue from the Bloodlust, 
Frelic managed to perfect his shapeshifting ability to where he could 
also transform into a female Furling Panther as well."
     "So if you please him well enough," Thissle cut in, finishing the 
thought for Karma, "you may get a chance to serve a mistress 
occasionally after all."  With that, she inserted the tube up his butt 
and squeezed the bulb three times, thoroughly coating his rectal wall 
with the cinnamon spray.
     "Oh!" he gasped, as the spicy mist burned inside him, "that feels 
absolutely wonderful, even sweeter than the ginger roots Corporal 
Wheaton would stuff up our butts in his attempts to discipline us before 
he sold us to Master Varo."
     Thissle laughed and gave Hansen's bottom another slap, "You really 
are an incurable pain slut," she removed the tube from his butt and 
replaced it with his rose from the pet shop.  "You and Delilah are 
really going to have fun playing together at WraithHold.  Now, let's go 
present you to Master."
     Karma helped Hansen to his feet, clasped his collar around his 
neck, and planted an affectionate kiss on his muzzle.  She then attached 
his leash to the collar and taking a firm hold on the other end, she 
followed Thissle back to the suite's outer lounge with the Furling 
Squirrel submissively in tow.


-- Scarletdown
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