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Subject: {ASSM} Story - RedTails : A Night Out, A Night In - Part 05  (M/F FF/M, magic, inc, furry, rim, spank)
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RedTails:  Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In

Chapter V - Safety Briefing

By - Scarletdown

     Frelic disengaged himself from his sister, planted a tender kiss on 
her sweet bottom, sat up on the bed, removed the rose in his hair and 
put it back in its rightful place up her butt, "Come my little tender 
hawk. Thissle and Karma are probably just about ready for your night 
out."  He pulled her to her feet and led her over to the table, where he 
brushed the tangles from her fiery hair, clasped the leash to her 
collar, and led his pet sister back out to the lounge.
     The outer room was empty.  Giggles and occasional laughter could be 
heard from behind the closed door leading to the bathing chamber. Frelic 
put his tunic on then led Shaasta over to the hearth, where he removed 
her leash, sat down on the couch and pulled her onto his lap so they 
could cuddle some more.  Frelic could not get enough of his sister's 
plush bottom; his hand glided over the smooth, warm flesh, tenderly 
petting and kneading it.
     "Shaasta," he said, "one thing puzzles me."
     "What's that Master?"  she gazed into his questioning eyes and ran 
her fingers through his silky, mithril hair.
     "With your innate ability common to us Moors Elves, why did you not 
simply turn into a hawk and fly free from the Southern Rose?"
     "That would have been impossible for two reasons," she replied, 
"First, the entire shop, including the training grounds out back, is 
protected by a magick dampening field, much like the enchantment on 
those collars Mistress Triniti placed around our necks when we were 
taken aboard the Bloodlust.  So, I was stuck in my true form."
     "Ah, I suspected that might have been the case.  When I entered the 
shop, I thought I felt a weakening of my powers and a loss of contact 
with the Beastlands.  I thought it might just be weariness from last 
night's lessons I guided Thissle in."
     "Nope, it wasn't you, Master," Shaasta confirmed, "it was the shop."
     "And what was the second reason?"
     "Even had I been able to transform and fly away," she said, "I 
would not have done so; that would have meant leaving Hansen behind, and 
there is no way I would ever abandon him."
     Frelic held his sister close to him, greatly touched by her loyalty 
and devotion, "My sweet sister," he whispered in her ear as she lay her 
head on his shoulder, "that silly little Squirrel is lucky to have you 
for a friend and lover.  And now you have each other for life, and I 
have both of you."  Their soft lips met in another hot, tender kiss; her 
hands glided over his shoulders and back, and his caressed and fondled 
her thighs and bottom some more.
     "Master?" she said, once they finally came up for air.
     "Yes, my pet?"
     "Even though you own us both, would you permit us to marry 
eventually?" she asked.
     Frelic smacked her on the ass and laughed, "Of course, dear sister. 
You and Hansen have such a deep bond, there is no reason why you two 
couldn't become lifemates.  You make a cute couple together anyway."
     "Thank-you so much, Master," she said, giving a heart melting smile 
and kissing him again, "We're not ready yet to fully seal the bond, but 
one of these days..."
     They were interrupted by the opening of the bathing chamber's door. 
Thissle and Karma entered the lounge, with Hansen in tow.  Frelic 
couldn't help but smile.  Hansen looked so cute and submissive as the 
Rabbit led him on the leash over to the hearth.  She presented the 
Squirrel to Frelic, handing the lead over to the wizard.
     "Here he is, boss," she announced, "Your pet is fresh and clean as 
a Dragon's butt."
     Hansen couldn't help but blush at the analogy, and neither could 
Thissle.  Frelic pulled the Squirrel onto his lap with Shaasta, 
unclasped his leash, and looked him over, while Thissle and Karma 
burrowed into their shopping packs and pulled out matching buckskin, 
sleeveless, micro-mini dresses.  They held them up against their 
frontsides to show them off.  Frelic and Hansen both nodded their approval.
     "You girls will turn a lot of heads in those," Frelic said.
     "They will turn a lot of tricks too for that matter," Hansen added.
     The girls laughed and put the dresses on, "Yes, most likely on both 
accounts," Thissle agreed, as they cinched the buckskin minis around the 
waist with the darker suede belts attached to them.  They slowly turned 
around, modeling their evening wear for Frelic, Hansen, and Shaasta. The 
dresses were quite form fitting on them, fully accentuating their ample 
feminine curves, lace-up low cut necklines to show off plenty of 
cleavage, and just barely long enough to provide modesty in front and 
back, but also providing a teasing glimpse of the lowermost curves of 
their naked bottoms when they bent forward.
     "You girls look fantastic in those," Frelic complimented them, "It 
really should be a hot night at Hot Summer Nights tonight with you two 
prowling about the club, as well as Shaasta in her collar, boots, and 
tail belt."
     Frelic sniffed at the air, as a pleasing, familiar scent filled his 
nose, "Is that cinnamon that I smell?" he asked.
     Hansen nodded his head several times, "It sure is, Master," he 
confirmed, "Me, Karma, and Thissle, all had cinnamon oil sprayed up our 
butts after our bath.  Care to check it out?"  He stood up on the couch 
and bent over, presenting his bottom for Frelic.
     The wizard removed the rose again from the Squirrel's ass and 
buried his face between the furry cheeks before him.  He inhaled the 
strong scent of cinnamon coming from under his pet's tail, then slipped 
his tongue into the tight treasure hole and took a deep taste of the 
Squirrel's hot and spicy flavor.
     "Oh, that's good," Frelic said, as he extracted his face from the 
Furling's butt and gave him a loving pat on the rear before reinserting 
the rose.  "I want you and Shaasta to have your asses sprayed inside 
with cinnamon on a regular basis."
     "A pleasure indeed, Master," Hansen chittered as he resumed his 
place on Frelic's lap, "It feels great, even better than ginger root."
     "Better than ginger root?" Shaasta repeated, a worried look in her 
eyes, "You mean it burns?"
     "Of course it burns, silly bird.  It wouldn't be any fun if it 
didn't."  He gave Shaasta his most innocent smile while Karma padded 
back to the bathing chamber.  She returned a few seconds later with the 
spritzer bottle in hand, a fresh applicator attached to its long, 
flexible tube.
     Frelic took the bottle, "Stand up, spread your legs, and grab your 
ankles, Shaasta," he ordered.
     She obediently complied, presenting her ass to her brother.  Frelic 
moistened her butthole with his tongue, slid the thick tube up inside 
her, and gave the spritzer's bulb four firm squeezes.  Shaasta gave a 
quiet moan as the initially cool mist coated the inner flesh of her 
rear.  By the time Frelic removed the tube from her ass, the cool 
moistness suddenly became an intense burn.  Though nowhere near as 
painful as gehennite, the liquid fire burning in her bowels was enough 
to drop her down on all fours, writhing and whimpering loudly.
     Frelic knelt behind his sister and lovingly massaged her bottom 
with both hands as the cinnamon oil was absorbed into her rectal wall. 
Finally, after a couple minutes, the burn faded to a gentle warmth, and 
she slumped down, chest pressed against the floor and ass in the air. He 
took a two-handed grip on Shaasta's butt, spread her cheeks, and slipped 
his tongue a second time up inside her rear passage.
     "See, lovebird?" Hansen said.  He knelt in front of the girl, put a 
paw under her chin, and lifted her head to meet his gaze, "that wasn't 
so bad now, was it?"
     Blushing, as her brother probed her ass with his tongue, Shaasta 
rocked forward and pressed her lips against the Squirrel's muzzle, "Yes, 
it was, actually," she disagreed with him, "But, I'm sure I can 
eventually get comfortable with it, like I did with the ginger root."
     Frelic finished sampling Shaasta's aft channel; he put the rose 
back in her and gave her the customary slap on the butt.  "Perfect," he 
declared, "Now for two final matters before I dismiss you to join 
Thissle and Karma for the evening."  He once again helped her to her 
feet, sat back down on the couch, and pulled her across his lap.
     "Thissle," he said, "bring me my outer belt."
     The copper-haired girl padded over to the table in the middle of 
the room and fetched the leather traveller's belt for Frelic.  He opened 
one of the larger pouches and withdrew a syringe tipped with a long 
mithril needle, and a small vial containing a translucent green liquid. 
  The stopper was removed, the needle was inserted, and the plunger was 
pulled back, slowly drawing the entire contents of the vial into the 
syringe.
     "What is it?" Thissle asked.
     Frelic held it up and pushed the plunger; a thin stream of green 
squirted from the needle's tip as he made sure no air bubbles were in 
the mix, "This is just a little something to ensure Shaasta will be able 
to sleep tonight," he explained.
     "Right before she and Hansen were branded today, they both took a 
potion of dragon metabolism up their butts to supplement their gehennite 
cleansings."  He pushed the long, thick needle deep into the right cheek 
of Shaasta's bottom, emptied the emerald serum into her, and lovingly 
kneaded the soft flesh where she had been pierced.
     "Without it," Shaasta said, "we would be up and flying for days."
     "And then we would crash hard and sleep for days more," Hansen added.
     "And Master?" Shaasta asked, "what was the other matter you mentioned?"
     "While you are out carousing and dancing the night away," Frelic 
informed her, "I want everyone who views your pride to see my pride." 
Before Shaasta could question her Master further, the outer lounge 
echoed with the loud smacks of one-handed applause as Frelic's hand 
warmed and reddened her bottom again, refreshing the shimmering glow of 
the pawprint and willow tree brand.
     He helped her to her feet, gave her a tender embrace and pressed 
his lips against hers, "Go ahead and finish getting ready now, love," he 
said, giving her sore rear a gentle pat as she padded over to the table. 
  While she donned her tail belt and buckskin thigh boots, Frelic took 
Thissle's apprentice's paddle from the mantle and tossed it to his student.
     "Whenever the glow fades tonight," he instructed her, "reheat my 
sister's butt."
     "That should earn her a few extra silvers," Karma said, giggling 
and giving Shaasta a smartass smirk.
     Shaasta stuck her tongue out at the Rabbit, "So my assets will 
appreciate in value as the night presses on," she countered.  She shook 
her ass, causing the black tail hanging from the back of her belt to 
swish back and forth seductively behind her, "That's nothing to be 
ashamed of."
     "Alright, girls," Frelic cut in, motioning the four over, "It's 
time for a little briefing before I release you for the night."  They 
gathered around the hearth.  He sat back down on the couch; Hansen 
nestled his furry behind on his Master's lap, and the girls stood before 
them, awaiting Frelic's wisdom.
     "Now, I know you girls are quite capable of looking out for each 
other and yourselves," he began, "I want you to bear in mind that this 
is a maritime town, and there are several large ships in port tonight 
from all over Niath.  This means that there will be hundreds of sailors 
of many races and species roaming the streets, pubs, and inns; all of 
them will be on the hunt for a good time."
     "So if we play their hands and other parts right," Thissle 
concluded, "this could conceivably be a profitable night for us."
     Frelic laughed and petted Hansen's bottom, "Yes, I do not doubt for 
a second that you will all come back with a buttload of coin.  However, 
I expect you girls to exercise common sense," he continued, "Do not 
forget that you are members of the House of Willowpaw, and I expect you 
to conduct yourselves accordingly.  If things look like they may get out 
of hand, if trouble starts to brew, get yourselves safely out of there."
     "You don't mind us working the floor?" Karma asked.
     "Not at all, bunny.  You ladies are blessed with the grace, beauty, 
and charm to provide the services these hungry folk need and crave after 
weeks and months at sea.  There is no reason for you to not use your 
tails for their benefit and your enrichment."
     "So which one of you will come back tonight with the most valuable 
ass?" Hansen asked.  All three girls standing before him and Frelic 
raised a hand.
     Frelic exchanged a look with the Squirrel on his lap, then leaned 
down so that his pet could whisper something to him.  The girls looked 
nervously at each other while the two held an impromptu, hushed, secret 
conference.  A minute later, the Elf laughed softly and held the Furling 
close to him, lips pressing against muzzle.
     "Hansen, you are one devious little imp," he declared, "Go ahead 
and share your fun little idea."
     "By your leave, Master," the Furling beamed as he turned his gaze 
on Shaasta, Karma, and Thissle.  "Since you girls seem to be in a bit of 
a competitive mood, I'm proposing a little game to spice up your night out."
     The gleam in the Squirrel's eyes piqued Karma and Thissle's 
interest and brought a sense of forboding to sweep over Shaasta, as she 
knew what mischief her lover was capable of.  They all listened intently 
as he put forth his idea.
     "All three of you think that your bottoms will hold the most money 
by the time you return from Hot Summer Nights.  Well, Master and myself 
want to give you all some motivation.  If you agree to a little contest, 
we have a little prize for whoever can earn the most coin tonight. 
Master?"  He looked up at Frelic.
     "To liven up your evening, whoever brings back the most will win me 
and Hansen.  We will be your pets for a full day," Frelic announced.
     There was a stunned silence for several seconds as the girls 
pondered the offer, then Karma asked, "Is this for real, boss?  You are 
really offering yourself for a day?"
     "Absolutely, bunny," Frelic confirmed, "We will be the winner's 
pets for one day, fully at her command, willing to serve faithfully for 
whatever she wishes to use us for."
     "I'm in," Shaasta said.
     "Me too," Thissle replied.
     "Can't pass up an offer like this," Karma decided.
     "Well, before you commit to this," Hansen warned them, "you need to 
be aware of one other condition.  The lowest earner gets to spend a day 
with a sore bottom."
     "How sore?" Thissle asked.
     "Myself, Master, and the other two will apply various intense 
punishments throughout the day on the lucky girl's rear, both on the 
surface and inside.  These sessions can be carried out anywhere during 
the day and at any time."
     "It's a good motivation to not be the lowest earner," Frelic said.
     "And what about the runner up?" Shaasta replied.
     Frelic thought for a moment, "Hmmm...  Well, let's keep with the 
bottom theme.  How about this?  The second highest earner gets both a 
reward and a punishment.  The reward is a nice bottom massage, hot 
waxing, taildiving, and fucking from both me and Hansen."
     "And the punishment?"
     "That would be a spanking, of course," Frelic declared, "sixty 
swats total, twenty with the paddle, twenty with a leather strap, and 
twenty with a riding crop."
     "So," Hansen pressed them, "Do we have a competition on our paws, 
ladies?"
     The girls thought for a moment, then they all gave a firm nod and 
said, "May the best tail win."
     "Good," Frelic replied, "Now finally..."
     He was interrupted by a knock on the door, "Come in!" he yelled, 
figuring it was either Ashton or Makae come to check on them.

     The door opened, and a figure a little shorter than Frelic and 
Shaasta, and clad in nothing but dark grey fur entered the room. 
Definitely feminine, with canine features, digitigrade legs, and a mop 
of long auburn hair that flowed down her back to the base of her tail; 
she gazed at the group through large, glowing, yellow eyes.
     "Kobold," Frelic said, as the intruder took a step in their 
direction.  With lightning fast reflexes honed by several years of 
experience exploring the wilds, the seasoned adventurers pulled their 
weapons from the rack and assumed fighting positions.


-- Scarletdown
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