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Subject: {ASSM} Story - RedTails : A Night Out, A Night In - Part 06  (M/F, magic, furry, rim, spank)
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RedTails:  Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In

Chapter VI - Stand Off and Stand Down

By - Scarletdown

     Frelic, with his cypress wizard's staff glowing an eerie blue-white 
held before him, took point.  Karma, short cutlass firmly held in one 
paw, stood to his right, and Thissle was poised for battle at her 
Master's left side, her longsword pointed at the Kobold in an overhead 
en garde position.  Shaasta and Hansen knelt at either end of the couch, 
Elf on the left with her crossbow cocked and loaded, and Squirrel on the 
right, short bow drawn, with an arrow ready to fly.
     An intense silence permeated the air as the House of Willowpaw and 
the Goblin dog stared each other down for several interminable seconds. 
With a frightened whimper, the Kobold slowly backpedaled towards the 
open door, keeping her eyes on the wizard and his crew.  Frelic 
suspected that there were more Kobolds or worse waiting out in the hall, 
and this one was most likely retreating to report her findings now that 
she knew what they faced.
     Frelic's heart almost stopped when the diminutive monster's retreat 
was unexpectedly blocked.  A black-furred paw gently gripped the 
Kobold's shoulder.  The monster turned around and looked up to meet the 
liquid-emerald gaze of Makae.
     "Are you okay?" the Mephit girl asked.  She then turned her gaze to 
the quintet poised near the hearth, with their weapons drawn.
     Makae put her paw to her mouth and gave a soft, startled gasp, "Oh 
my!  Master Willowpaw, why do you and your party stand so, as if you 
have just encountered a monster?"
     Frelic quietly gestured towards the Kobold the Skunkette maid was 
standing behind.  Makae followed the Elf's gaze and cocked her head 
cutely to one side.  After another long moment of intense silence, the 
golden-eyed creature broke out in a fit of loud, barking laughter. 
Frelic scowled, trying to guess at what this Kobold was scheming. Hansen 
drew the string of his bow back tighter and craned his neck, trying to 
peer behind Makae, looking for the other Kobolds, Goblins, or Trolls 
that surely must be lurking out in the hallway.
     Thissle, keeping her eyes focused on the laughing intruder, 
whispered to Frelic, "By Paramour's fangs," she swore, "the Goblin dog 
has lost her mind."
     "She's probably signaling to her comrades for an assault.  Keep 
alert," he warned.  "Makae!  Get your lovely ass away from here!  Do you 
not know danger when you see it, girl?"
     Makae looked up and down the empty corridor, then back to the 
wizard, whose staff glowed brighter.  She shrugged her dainty shoulders, 
"I see no danger, unless there is some unseen evil lurking out here that 
only adventurers can see."
     The Kobold stopped laughing and an impish smile crossed her muzzle, 
"The only dangerous monsters here," she growled, her voice soft, low, 
and bearing a thick accent, is you five louts.  Now put those toys away 
before I take you over my knee one at a time and paddle your asses until 
they catch fire!"
     Now it was Makae's turn to laugh, while Frelic, Thissle, Karma, 
Hansen, and Shaasta exchanged puzzled looks, "You better do as she 
says," she advised them, "When Ms. Kez threatens a spanking, you better 
believe her bite is much worse than her bark."  She rubbed her own 
licorice and whipped cream-furred bottom and gave Frelic an earnest and 
pleading look that told him the young maid was speaking from 
considerable personal experience.
     The blue-white aura around Frelic's cypress staff vanished, and he 
gave first, the Furling Skunkette and then, the smirking lady Kobold a 
quizzical gaze.  "Ms. Kez?" he repeated, "So you are Sharani Kez, 
Ashton's mate?"
     "In the fur," she replied, performing a graceful curtsy, "and at 
your service, Master Willowpaw."
     Frelic relaxed, looking quite embarrassed over the potentially 
deadly misunderstanding.  He turned to his companions and ordered them 
to stand down.  Weapons were secured once more in the rack beside the 
fireplace.  The wizard stepped forward and ushered the ladies inside. 
They accompanied him over to the couch, sitting primly on either side of 
him.  "Ms. Kez, I am truly mortified by our rash behavior," he 
apologized, placing a hand on the Kobold's paw.
     "Oh please, honey," she said, laughing softly and patting the Elf's 
bare thigh, "call me Sharani.  And I must admit, you did give me quite a 
startle.  I take it Ashie neglected to tell you about me?"
     "Well, Ashton did say that his mate was one of a kind," Frelic 
replied, "but talk about the understatement of the ages; I most 
certainly did not expect you to be a Kobold, Sharani."
     Sharani laughed again, "Travelers do tend to do double and triple 
takes when they first see me for the first time downstairs.  But you and 
your friends are the only guests the Hightail has had who have ever 
greeted me with blades and bows.  I haven't had a reception like that 
since I was a member of War Wizard Yanrik's horde."
     "Well, I still feel bad about..."
     "Don't," she cut him off, "I'm the one to take the blame.  I should 
have properly announced myself before entering."
     "Or even better," Makae suggested, "I should have come in first to 
introduce Ms. Kez to you."
     "Well, no matter now," Sharani continued, "Nobody got hurt, and we 
all had a bit of amusement.  Now why don't you introduce me to your 
charming little entourage, Mister Willowpaw?"
     "You can call me Frelic," he said, then began the introductions. 
"First, this long-eared lady is Karma," he gestured to the Furling Rabbit.
     Sharani looked her over and gave her a welcoming hug.  Karma was 
rather surprised at how strong the lady's grip was, "My, such a lovely 
example of Furling beauty," she complimented her, then motioned for her 
to bend down so she could plant a kiss on her cheek.
     "Thank-you, Ms. Kez," Karma replied, returning the peck on the 
cheek, "I'm Frelic's personal aide.
     The Kobold gave a friendly smile and nodded, then stepped over to 
Thissle, "And this striking beauty?"
     "Thissle, I'm one of Master Frelic's apprentices."
     Sharani repeated her welcoming embrace and kiss, "Oh, such lovely 
eyes, dear, they sparkle with magick.  You are really a Dragon, 
shapeshifted into a Human form, I presume, a Copper Dragon to be precise?"
     "Why yes, I am," Thissle replied, impressed at their hostess' 
perceptiveness, "Was it the eyes that were the giveaway?"
     "That and your hair, as well as that sweet lightning storm scent," 
Sharani sniffed at the air, "But that strong hint of cinnamon mixed in, 
I noticed that Karma also smells of cinnamon.  Are you by chance a mixed 
breed, perhaps the Furling's half sister?"
     Thissle laughed and put an arm around Karma, "As wonderful a 
thought that is, Ms. Kez, I really am a full-blooded Dragon.  The 
cinnamon is naught more than an uptail perfume we purchased today."
     Frelic reached down and picked up the bottle of spice oil, its 
phallic applicator still attached to the rectal insertion tube.  He 
almost managed to suppress an amused grin; he noticed a hint of 
delicious muskiness in the air as Makae quietly squirmed next to him, 
"All of them have taken a dose of this up their butts as part of their 
preparations for their night out."
     "Oh, expecting some deep south activity tonight?" Sharani asked. 
She gave Karma and Thissle a sly wink, slipped her paws under their 
ultra-short buckskin minidresses, and stole a playful pat and squeeze on 
their bare bottoms.  Leaving the Rabbit and Dragon girls blushing at her 
brashness, she turned her attention to Hansen.
     "Now, what of this sexy little bushytailed lad?"
     The Squirrel, beating his Master to the punch, lifted the Kobold's 
paw to his muzzle, kissed it, and introduced himself, "Hansen at your 
service, m'lady; ranger, adventurer, and beloved pet to Master Frelic."
     "Beloved pet?" she reached around behind him and fingered the rose 
blossom nested against the furry hills of his soft bottom, then padded 
around behind him and took a peek under his tail.
     "As I thought," she declared, giving the Squirrel a playful swat on 
his ass, "the hallmark of ol' Varo."
     "Purchased from the Southern Rose just a few hours ago," Frelic 
replied.
     "Well you couldn't have done any better," she complimented the Elf, 
"Varo and Lilieblume sell only the best of the best, top of the line and 
cream of the crop, you know."
     "And finally," Frelic said, putting his arm around Shaasta with his 
hand resting on her rump, "this delightful, fiery little vixen is my 
dear twin sister, Shaasta."
     Sharani gave the naked Elven girl a thoughtful lookover from head 
to toe, "Shaasta, a lovely name for such a lovely lass."  A hug and a 
kiss on the cheek, then the Kobold gently ran her paws down the girl's 
shoulders, sides, and hips, "And good taste there on your choice of 
fashion for the night.  Snow Elf never goes out of style."  She stepped 
back and gave Shaasta a sly smile and a wink, posed with a paw resting 
on fur-clad canted hip.
     "Thank-you, m'lady," Shaasta replied, blushing at the compliments 
over her nakedness, "I am still working at getting used to being skyclad 
in public.  It is not easy to adjust one's thinking to develop the 
confidence, but I am enjoying the challenge."
     "Master neglected to mention," Hansen chimed in, "Shaasta is also 
an adventurer, highly skilled ranger, my lover, and another of his pets."
     "Oh!" the Kobold exclaimed, giving Frelic a naughty teasing smile 
and wink, "she's your pet sister?  You Willowpaws grow more interesting 
and exciting by the minute."
     Shaasta was blushing tremendously at Hansen's revelation of her 
status to Sharani, while her Master turned her around to present her ass 
to the innkeeper's mate.  "Yes, m'lady," he admitted, "I do indeed own 
my sister.  I purchased her at the same time I purchased Hansen."
     Sharani fingered the petals of the rose planted up the pet Elf's 
butt then traced the glowing, slightly raised, silver pawprint and 
willow tree brand shimmering against the crimson background of her 
paddled bottom.  "Beautiful," was her verdict, "absolutely beautiful."
     Shaasta humbly bowed her head, "Thank-you, m'lady," she said, 
thrusting her rump out as the Kobold examined her assets, "I do try my 
best to keep it in top shape."
     The Kobold gave Shaasta's perfect Elven bottom a firm squeeze and a 
hard smack and laughed, "Yes, Elf pet, you do have one of the loveliest 
asses I have ever seen.  However, I was referring to your brother's 
mark.  Did you design it yourself?"
     Frelic nodded, "Yes, that is my own original creation.  However, 
Lilieblume gets the credit for properly inking it onto her bottom.  All 
I did was trace the lines with the Wand of the Masters."  He turned her 
sister back around and again placed his arm around her, idly kneading 
her branded aft flesh with his hand.
     "Well, you know, Frelic," Sharani said, "you must tell me sometime 
how you came to own these two sexy beasts.  I'm sure it is a most 
exciting and titillating tale, considering they came from Varo's shop."
     Frelic laughed and smiled, holding his sister close to him, her 
head resting on his shoulder, "Oh, it is indeed a hot little tale.  And 
while we are at it, I am curious to hear your story.  How did Ashton 
manage to score himself such a lovely little monster...I mean, a fine 
little lady Kobold for a mate?"
     Sharani giggled and patted his thigh, "That too is a long story," 
she replied, "Sadly, I don't have the time right now, as I need to check 
on the cubs and help Makae here get ready for her date with you tonight. 
But I'll tell you what.  How about tomorrow morning we exchange tales?"
     "That sounds fine," Frelic agreed, "over breakfast then, before I 
go back to the Southern Rose to wrap up some unfinished business?"
     "Business business or pleasure business?"
     "A little of both," he admitted, "I need to be there to oversee the 
final preparations for another pet that I will be bringing home, and 
then I will also be taking Lilieblume up on an offer she made earlier 
that I have been mulling over."
     "Well, sounds like you are going to have a busy day then, if that 
Halfling temptress has charmed the pants off of you."
     "Master isn't wearing pants, m'lady," Hansen corrected her.
     "Yes, I know that, silly," she replied.  She brazenly lifted the 
back of Frelic's tunic and checked out his bare bottom, kneading and 
patting the soft Elven flesh."
     Frelic looked rather startled and felt his face heat up, "Ms. Kez!" 
he exclaimed.
     She slapped his plush, jiggly rump and gave him a playful scolding, 
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Elf.  You definitely have no cause for shame 
back there, and should be quite proud of your assets."  She released the 
hem of his skirted tunic, "I fully understand why Lilieblume wants to 
play with you.  And if you have no objections, I will gladly come up 
here before breakfast and assist you in getting ready for your morning 
date."
     "No objections, m'lady."
     "Ms. Kez?" Shaasta interrupted, "Ashton mentioned that you and him 
have young ones."
     "We do indeed, two lovely little cubs, Alfred and Delaney," she 
replied, "They are the sweetest little critters you can ever meet.  They 
are having a bath right now before their nap.  We had a long trip, and 
the cubs are exhausted.  You will meet them soon enough.  Now, I really 
must get a move-on.  I have a lot to do myself, y'know."  She motioned 
for Frelic to bend down.  He did, and she wrapped her arms around his 
neck and his gripped her lower back and muscular rump, and the Kobold 
planted her hot muzzle on his lips.  "It was a pleasure meeting you 
all," she said after she and the Elf disengaged.  "We will talk some 
more later.  Now, come along, Makae."
     Mimicking the Kobold's protocols, the Mephit girl also gave Frelic 
a deep muzzle to mouth kiss.  She raised her thick, bushy tail so that 
the Elf could properly grope her pillow-soft bottom, then followed 
Sharani out the door and down the hall.

     After the Kobold lady and Skunk girl were gone and out of earshot, 
Hansen gave a low whistle and touched a paw to his chest, "Wow!  By the 
Mink's bottom," he swore, "who could have thought a Kobold could be so 
affectionate, and so sensual?"
     "Ashton apparently did," Frelic replied.  He adjusted his tunic, 
which once again barely concealed the arousal stiffening between his 
legs, "He certainly struck it rich with Sharani," and after a brief 
pause, "with Makae as well.  They are both real sweethearts.  And I'm 
looking forward to hearing Ms. Kez's story tomorrow morning."
     "She is quite a charming lady," Karma said, "I guess it just goes 
to show us that just like other folk, we can't paint all Goblinkind with 
the same broad brush."
     "So true, Karma," Frelic agreed.  He sat back down on the couch, 
crossing one leg over the other, "As both Mistress Triniti and Mistress 
Aeraal said on several occasions, one person's monster is could very 
well be another's lover."
     "As you yourself had the privilege of learning first hand a few 
years back, Master," Thissle reminded him.  She sat down close to him, 
placed her hands on his shoulders, and guided her teacher down onto his 
back. Straddling the Elf, the Dragon girl put her face close to his, 
gave a playful Dragonish 'Rhawrr', and pressed her lips against his. 
Reflexively, Frelic took a firm grip with both hands on his apprentice's 
soft but muscular bottom while she squirmed naughtily on top of him. 
Frelic gave a surprised gasp and moan when Thissle expertly managed to 
work her Master's hardened cock deep into her hot, wet, feminine sex.
     Frelic let his apprentice ride him for half a minute; she felt so 
warm and soft draped over him, and her love passage was so wonderfully 
tight around his shaft.  This girl had the most voracious appetite for 
fucking, stronger than any other he had ever known.  However, now was 
not the time.  Before he could unload his seed into her, he gave Thissle 
a hard two-handed slap on her delicious jiggly bottom, "Not now, my 
little Nymph," he said, "Save it for your clients tonight.  We don't 
want you spent before first lap dance."
     Thissle pouted, "Aw, Master.  You know that it takes like forever 
for my kind to tire out."  She gave him another kiss and ground her hips 
against his groin, almost causing the Elf to orgasm.  He landed another 
smack, a little harder against her rump and gave her a look that was 
both apologetic and stern.
     Hansen came to his Master's defense, "It's not you that we are 
worried over, Thissle," he said, "It's Master.  If you use him up now, 
how can he function tonight, especially late tonight when it is just me 
and him?"
     Still pouting, she pushed herself off of Frelic, freeing his erect 
rod from her depths.  She licked her own juices off her cock, then 
helped him sit up.  "Okay, fuzzbutt, I'll go ahead and save some for 
your sweet little boy hole.  At least I got Master properly primed and 
ready for you."
     "As did I," Shaasta added, "while you three were playing in the bath."
     "Way to go, Master!" Hansen congratulated Frelic, giving him a high 
five and perching himself on his Master's lap so that the Elf's hard 
shaft was nested along the length of the hot crevasse of his furry 
bottom, with the tip pressing into the fragrant petals of the rose 
planted up the Squirrel's butt.
     Frelic smiled at his ever-ready pet and idly stroked his fingers 
along the length of the boy's shaft, which was just as stiff as his own. 
  The Elf was truly surprised at the feelings this feisty little Furling 
ranger had brought forth in him ever since he saw him trussed up, legs 
spread and ass and tail raised there in the show room of the Southern 
Rose, feelings he had not known existed anymore since his time as ship's 
pet on the Bloodlust and the Svelte Lady back when he was still a tender 
tail, as well as during his apprenticeship, when Mistress Aeraal would 
occasionally loan him out to other wizards and he would play the girl 
during boink magick rituals and spells.  But even then, he had always 
been on the receiving end, and himself had never felt the warmth of 
another boy's ass around his cock.  His pet Squirrel had successfully 
managed to broaden his horizons, so to speak, with his earnest eagerness 
to be taken like a girl, and Frelic found himself looking fondly forward 
to holding the lad in his arms, taking him to the bedroom, and filling 
his tight rear passage with his maleness and his seed, as he had done 
countless times with the other ladies of the Willowpaw household over 
the years; Honeyrose, Thissle, Delilah, Fillie, and Nyssa.
     "Patience, my little boink bunny," he said, as his fingers teased 
the Furling's pulsing shaft and sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whimper 
from him.  "I don't want you spent before the evening is through either."
     Hansen nodded, and wrapped his arms around his Master, again 
pressing his muzzle against the Elf's lips in a tender, loving kiss.

     "We better get moving, before Hot Summer Nights gets too crowded," 
Karma said, "Don't want to get overloaded too fast, you know."  The 
girls finished getting ready while Frelic and Hansen cuddled tenderly on 
the couch.  Shaasta quietly waited while Thissle and Karma disappeared 
briefly into the bed chamber, where they fetched a handful of copper and 
silver pieces from their personal little lock boxes and refilled their 
money pouches which hung from their belts.  They returned to the outer 
lounge, and with deliberate seductive moves and mannerisms, they bent 
over to pull on and lace up their buckskin, thigh-length boots; the 
swishing of Shaasta's prosthetic tail betrayed her impatience.
     Frelic and Hansen watched the two as they checked each other over, 
admiring the ladies' delightful curves and graceful movements.  The Elf 
leaned down and said to his pet, "You know, Hansen, there is definitely 
something to be said for tall boots and bare thighs."
     "You won't get any argument from me there," the Squirrel replied, 
nodding vigorously, and patting his Master's own bare thighs where they 
were exposed between his boots and tunic.
     "Hansen, you are so incorrigible," Frelic sighed, smiling and 
shaking his head in exasperation with his pet, "What am I going to do 
with you?"
     Hansen gave the Elf his impish smile and knowing wink, "Boink me, 
of course, Master."
     "Soon, my pet," he promised, "Soon."  He placed one hand on the 
Squirrel's rump and the other on his paw, which was still resting on the 
Elf's smooth thigh.
     At last, Karma and Thissle were ready.  Thissle picked up her 
paddle, a lovely varnished pine board, much different from the one 
Frelic used on Shaasta and Hansen recently.  Hers, which she made 
herself with her Master's guidance, was a formidable-looking tool of 
punishment; its blade measured fourteen inches in length, four inches 
across, and a quarter inch thick.  Three rows of four holes were drilled 
into the board; one side was smooth, and the other side was lined with 
small sharp metal studs that were like the ends of nails.  It was a 
masterpiece of discipline, which Frelic had been proud to use on 
Thissle's bare bottom countless times.  And tonight, she would get to 
use it on Shaasta's bare bottom several times.  She rested the paddle on 
her shoulder as if it was a sword, and stood with Karma and Shaasta 
before Frelic and Hansen again.
     Frelic stood up and looked his ladies over.  He put Shaasta's leash 
back on her collar, handed the other end to Thissle, and then paced 
around behind them, lovingly planting a firm swat on their bottoms. "You 
girls look absolutely fantastic," he said.  "You are going to be the big 
hit of the night."
     "Most anything would look good on them, Master," Hansen chittered, 
running his paws up Shaasta's inner thighs and along the slit of her 
sex.  "But do you girls know what would look best on you?"
     They exchanged looks with each other, shrugged, and shook their 
heads.  Frelic and Hansen also exchanged a look and in unison answered, 
"Me!"
     The girls exchanged another look, smirked, and shook their heads. 
"Boys," Karma said, failing to suppress a giggle, "walked right into 
that one, we did."
     "Can we go now, Master?" Shaasta pleaded.  She was really anxious 
to have her first night out in weeks, and did not want to waste any more 
time.
     "Certainly, love," Frelic replied, dismissing them for the evening. 
  As they filed towards the door, he imparted final instructions to 
them, "Karma, you are in charge for the night."
     "Gotcha, Chief," the Rabbit acknowledged, "I'll watch their asses 
good and make sure that they, I mean we, keep out of trouble."
     "I know you will, bunny, and remember what I told you earlier."
     "Paddle Shaasta's butt to keep her brand visible; check, Master," 
Thissle said, landing a solid swat with the studded side of her paddle 
dead center across the Elf's bottom, causing her to yelp.
     "Aside from that."
     Rubbing her ass with both hands, and glaring at Thissle, Shaasta 
repeated her brother's most crucial instruction, "If things start to get 
dangerously out of hand, distance ourselves quickly and safely from the 
trouble."
     "Correct," Frelic affirmed, "because if I have to come bail you out 
of the town dungeons because you were involved in a brawl, or somehow 
incited a brawl, I give you my solemn word that none of you girls will 
be able to even think about sitting comfortably until after we get back 
to WraithHold.  And I will personally enjoy every minute of that."
     "We will be good," Karma reassured him.
     "Damn good, in fact," Thissle added, shaking her bottom for emphasis.
     "Good," Frelic replied, "Now run along and have fun tonight.  We'll 
see you in the morning."
     Waving good night to Frelic and Hansen, and wishing them an 
enjoyable night as well, the girls made their exit at last from the 
suite; Karma in the lead, Thissle right behind her, with Shaasta 
submissively in tow on her leash.

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