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RedTails:  Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In

Chapter VIII - Small Talk

By - Scarletdown

     After the girls left for Hot Summer Nights, Frelic reached into his 
pouch and extracted another vial, syringe, and needle.  "Come here, 
Fuzzbutt," he said, patting the seat of the chair he stood next to.
     Hansen padded over to his Master, and without any further 
prompting, he faced the chair, spread his legs, bent over with his paws 
on the soft cushioned seat, and raised his tail.  Frelic filled the 
syringe, pushed out any air bubbles, and knelt behind his pet.  He 
inserted the needle deep into the Squirrel's rump and injected the serum.
     "I just hope this doesn't wear me out too soon," he said, rubbing 
his bottom where the needle had gone in, "I don't want to crash too 
early tonight.
     "Truth to tell," Frelic confided, "I have no clue how this sedative 
works.  I'm just as new to this as you are.  However, I suspect that it 
will be a slow-acting formula that simply keeps you from getting too 
wired, and not totally kick your ass right away."
     "Then again," Hansen added, "if it is faster acting than we expect, 
I should be able fight it off and at least delay its effects.  After 
all, in my line of work, I have been known to keep awake for extended 
periods, whether on watch or whether exploring deep caverns crawling 
with Goblins and other monsters, which make taking sleep breaks too 
dangerous."
     Frelic took his pet's paws in his hands and gazed down into his 
feisty eyes.  A contented smile crossed his face as he just stared and 
pondered the Furling before him.
     "What is it, Master?" Hansen asked, cocking his head to one side 
and blinking quizzically up at the Elf.
     "Oh, I'm just thinking again about how our lives have been reshaped 
so drastically over the past hours."
     "I know what you mean, Master.  I was not surprised at all when you 
took Shaasta as your pet sister.  I mean, with a hot little vixen like 
that, only a fool would refuse her charms, whether you share the blood 
running through your veins or not."
     Frelic laughed, amused at the blunt assessment of his twin, and 
gave the Squirrel a gentle scritch under the chin, "I can't argue with 
you there, love.  And can I assume that Shaasta has told you all about 
our tender years from the time we left Calthani until we were separated 
when the Svelte Lady overtook the Bloodlust?"
     Hansen nodded and smiled, "Oh yes," he admitted, "she left no 
minute detail untouched.  With the experience she gained from you, 'tis 
no wonder she was able to hit the ground running that first night after 
Daddy and me helped her escape from Mistress Triniti's cottage.  And by 
the Mink's bottom, what a memorable night that was."
     "Yes, Shaasta is an amazing girl.  Just as Ashton here struck it 
rich with Sharani and Makae, I struck it rich even moreso with her," he 
wrapped his arms around the Squirrel and they held each other close, 
hands tenderly kneading Furling bottom and paws kneading and patting 
Elven bottom, "and with you, my pet."
     Hansen sighed and rested his head against Frelic's chest, "And 
that, Master, is what surprised me.  In addition to your adventures with 
your sister, Shaasta had also told me of the times, mostly during your 
captivity, when your bottom was used to satisfy Captain Hayes and 
several of his officers."
     "That's right," my unofficial title on both the Bloodlust and the 
Svelte Lady was Ship's Pet,"
     "And your unofficial position was down on all fours like a pony 
filly," the Furling added, "With all the time you spent being a 
surrogate girl, I never would have thought you would become the type to 
give that type of affection to another boy."
     Frelic took a firm grip on his pet's bottom and picked him up so 
they could see eye-to-eye, "Truth to tell, love, I was surprised too," 
he admitted, "and I have you to blame, I mean thank, for my awakening. 
When I saw you all trussed up there on your display mat at the Southern 
Rose, tail raised, and legs spread, I felt a stirring in my loins that 
disturbed me initially."
     Hansen's nether cheeks flexed around the stem of the flower that 
was nested in his rectal channel.  "When I felt your hand on my bottom 
and scented your arousal, I actually thought you were Shaasta.  Did you 
that you and your sister are so alike that under the right conditions, 
you can easily be mistaken for each other?"
     The Elf smiled and slipped one hand between his pet's thighs, 
fingers gently scritching along the underside of the hard Furling cock 
pressed against his chest, "Yes, that is a little asset me and Shaasta 
have used to our advantage a number of times over the years.  But that 
is a set of tales for some other time."  He kissed the Furling; lips 
pressed against muzzle; tongues touched and became as one, then he set 
his pet down and padded towards the table in the middle of the room 
while he continued to reveal his secret thoughts.
     "When I paddled you and Shaasta there in the show room, and 
witnessed your squirmings and moanings, the stirring strengthened.  Your 
blatantly honest and earnest desires that you expresssed while sprawled 
out there over that examination bench, ignited the spark deep within me. 
  But it was that moment, when my fist was buried up your ass, that 
moment when I felt the heat of your treasure hole and the unbelievable 
tightness of your rear channel around my arm, that was when the flame 
became an inferno in my loins and in my mind."  Frelic picked up the 
narrow leather belt with the tail feathers off the table and cinched in 
around his waist.
     "It was that moment when you were impaled on my arm, thrashing 
about as I fist fucked your ass when I realized that it mattered not 
whether you were a boy or a girl, your sweet southern star was every bit 
as that of any other girl I had taken from behind; I determined that 
before the day died away, my shaft would penetrate your lovely butt and 
I would ride you until your hot, tight depths were filled with my seed."
     "And that wish will be fulfilled tonight, I trust?" Hansen asked.
     "Of course,"  Frelic slipped a finger up his pet's ass, sharing the 
tight passage with Varo's rose.  "This, like the rest of you, belongs to 
me now; I am going to make full use of your talents."  He pulled his 
finger back out and slipped it between his lips, savoring the taste of 
cinnamon mixed with the Furling's own natural flavor.  "Yes, your sweet 
ass will receive full use."
     Hansen beamed happily at the Elf, "Thank-you, Master.  I hope that 
I don't prove to be a disappointment to you in any way tonight."
     "You will do just fine," he assured him.  He took a step back and 
struck a heroic pose for his pet, feet spread and fists planted on his 
hips, "Now, how do I look?"
     "The tailfeathers suit you most beautifully, Master."  Hansen 
slipped behind Frelic and made some minor adjustments to his plumage so 
that it was properly centered over his pretty derriere and fanned out 
perfectly behind him.
     "As my daddy always says, a well groomed tail is a thing of 
tremendous beauty.  It's like a necklace for your butt."
     "That goes without saying," Frelic agreed.  "A properly poised tail 
never fails to draw my attention down to its owner's ass."
     "Aye.  'Tis a shame that folk like the Humans, Halflings, and you 
Elves didn't get your bottoms blessed with these accessories."
     "Well, perhaps these tail belts the girls discovered will make up 
for fate cheating us less fortunate people."  Frelic flexed the muscles 
of his lower back and caused the tailfeathers to rise as if they were 
really a part of him, then he turned around and faced his pet.
     Hansen looked his Master over as if judging a piece in an art show. 
  He nodded his approval and smiled, "Yes, yes.  That is most definitely 
you.  The plumage makes you look most regal and majestic, in a feral 
sort of way."  He performed a curtsy, reverently bowed his head, and 
gracefully dropped to one knee, "My liege."
     Frelic smiled at the silly Furling kneeling before him, and played 
along with the little impromptu roleplay.  He reached a hand out and 
brought him to his feet, "Arise my Princess of the Wildlands.  Come join 
me and we will survey our domain."  Furry paw clasped in soft, smooth 
hand, Hansen accompanied his Master out to the balcony.

     The late afternoon air was sunny and cool; a fresh breeze was 
blowing in from the sea to the west.  Hansen perched cutely on the 
railing overlooking the town, and together, they took in the panorama 
before and below them.
     "Lovely town, really," Hansen remarked."
     Frelic nodded his agreement, "It is indeed.  I wouldn't mind 
securing a spot of land here for a vacation homesteading, perhaps 
something on the cliffs over there overlooking the sea."
     "That would be nice.  'Tis a pity we are going to be leaving here 
in a few days; I would love to spend a week or two exploring the area."
     "Well, it isn't much, but perhaps tomorrow we can have an afternoon 
out together to check out the shops and whatnot," Frelic suggested.
     Hansen clapped his paws together and smiled, "Oh, I would love that 
very much.  But why afternoon and not in the morning?"
     "I have an appointment at the Southern Rose in the morning," the 
Furling was reminded.
     He nodded understanding, "Oh, that's right.  You are going to buy 
that enchanting young Vixen tomorrow.  If she isn't too tired by the 
time you get back, can Mistie join us?  I'm sure she would make for the 
ideal guide as we wander around Mistport."
     Frelic patted his pet's hand, "That sounds like a fine idea 
actually. She will come with us tomorrow afternoon."
     "Master?  In addition to being one of your boink bunnies, are you 
going to give Mistie any mundane taskings?"
     "Most definitely, Hansen.  WraithHold is a big place, and a lot of 
work is required to maintain the old fortress.  Mistie, considering her 
previous line of work, will have maid duties, and will also share 
cooking chores with the rest of us."
     "Will you let her wear one of those frilly black and white lace 
maid aprons?  She would look quite delicious in one of those."
     "No reason not to.  I've always liked that fashion."
     Hansen looked expectantly at Frelic, "And what of me and Shaasta, 
Master?"
     The Elf nodded and gave his pet an affectionate smile, "Yes, you 
and Shaasta can wear frilly black and white lace aprons too."
     The Furling blushed at the thought of being put in girl clothes, "I 
meant that neither of us are all that adept at cooking.  What will you 
have us doing when you are not making use of our tails?"
     Frelic thought for a few moments, then, "You will learn.  I'll see 
to it that Mistie teaches you properly, and I will also see if that 
fellow that Ashton mentioned, Brindon I believe he called him, their 
cook wouldn't mind letting you work with him in the kitchen tomorrow 
morning or the next day to get you started."
     "I'll give it my best shot, Master.  In addition to that though, I 
have a suggestion for where you can put us to work where we both excel."
     "Let me guess, the gardens and the orchards?"
     "Exactly.  Did you read my mind?"
     Frelic laughed and shook his silver-maned head, "No love, I haven't 
learned telepathy yet.  I just figured that what with you and Shaasta 
being well attuned to the outdoors, you most likely have some 
respectable experience in dealing with plants and trees."  His thoughts 
trailed off as he gazed off into the distance.

     Hansen turned his head to try to see what it was that stole his 
Master's attention from him, "What is it, Master?  Is something wrong?"
     "No," Frelic replied, "I'm just watching the girls down there."
     The Squirrel squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of Shaasta, 
Thissle, and Karma.  "Where are they?  I don't see them."
     "Right there, on the boardwalk," Frelic pointed towards the 
waterfront.  To Hansen, all the people way off in the distance were like 
little ants.
     "I'm sorry, Master.  I simply can't tell which three dots are our 
little seductresses."
     "That's odd," Frelic said, "They are perfectly clear to me, 
and...Oh my, Thissle just gave Shaasta her first paddling of the evening."
     Hansen gave a dejected sigh, "Oh, how I wish I could see them.  How 
many swats?"
     "Only three," Frelic reported, "The usual pattern, one on each 
cheek and one across the middle.  It's too soon since her last paddling 
for her brand to be brought forth again, and that probably would not 
have warmed her bottom enough anyway.  So she must have mouthed off to 
Thissle."
     "Or perhaps Thissle did it just because she could," Hansen suggested.
     "Yes, that's a good possibility too.  Whoa!  Looks like they caught 
someone's interest.  Karma just removed Shaasta's rose so that a sailor, 
an Ornith Sparrow, just slipped 3 copper pieces up her butt, her first 
tip of the night."
     "So, which one do you think will win our tails tonight?"  Hansen asked.
     "What?  Oh, you mean that little competition we set them on." 
Frelic thought for a few moments then shook his head, "I have no clue. 
They are all highly talented, so I can only guess that it will be a 
really close race."

     "That reminds me Master," Hansen changed the subject again, "when 
me, Thissle, and Karma were getting cleaned up, we heard the sounds of a 
rather intense paddling coming from the bed chamber.  What did Shaasta 
do to earn a real punishment spanking so soon?"
     Frelic gave a sly grin, and a devilish twinkle flashed in his eyes, 
"What did my sister do to get punished?  She cost me ten platinum pieces 
because she stubbornly disregarded my warnings to avoid traveling along 
the Northwest coast."
     "Ah, I see.  Well truth be known, Master," Hansen confessed, "at 
least half the blame should be laid upon my tail.  Both of us agreed to 
take that route anyway, figuring we could hold our own against any foe 
in these parts."
     "Are you saying that you should have your bottom roasted as well?"
     The little Furling proudly held his head and tail high, "It is not 
fair that Shaasta take the punishment for both of us.  Therefore, I 
should receive the same from you as she did."
     "Ten platinum pieces, one thousand gold," Frelic said, "For her 
penance, I sentenced my sister to receive a total of one thousand swats, 
one for each gold piece."
     Hansen's eyes widened, "One thousand?  I know of no one throughout 
time who has ever withstood such a spanking."
     "I have," Frelic replied, letting Hansen in on a little personal 
secret.

     "You, Master?"  The Furling shook his head in total disbelief, "No 
mortal can safely take that kind of punishment."
     "I did indeed, back when I was a mere thirteen years of age," he 
insisted, "Though I will admit that at the time, I was in spirit form in 
the Beastlands, and I'm not sure how many swats it actually was; it 
could have been much more than one thousand or a little less."
     "Oh, that does make a difference."
     "A big difference.  My physical body safely sequestered in Mistress 
Aeraal's quarters on the Svelte Lady, so there was no mortal flesh to 
insulate and cushion the spanking.  A paddling in spirit form is ten 
times worse than one received in physical form."
     Hansen rubbed his bottom in sympathy, "I can't fathom what that 
must have been like.  What did you do to deserve an immortal glow?"
     "At the time of the spanking, it had been two years since my last 
visit to the Beastlands.  And damn, was Lynx pissed at me for neglecting 
my Wildmage training that long.  Pretty much as soon as I arrived, she 
pulled me across her lap, conjured a paddle, declared that I would 
receive a two minute spanking, then proceeded to roast my bare bottom 
for a full two hours."
     "Two hours?"  Frelic's pet looked confused, "That is considerably 
longer than two minutes.  Did she purposely deceive you?"
     "Oh not at all," Frelic replied, "You may not be aware of this, but 
there is a severe time differential between the Mortal and Immortal 
Realms.  The declaration of two minutes was by Niathian reckoning.  In 
the Beastlands, that translates to two hours.  So when she was done 
abusing my bottom, only two minutes had truly passed here on Niath."
     "Absolutely amazing, Master."  Hansen was in awe at his owner's 
endurance and willpower to be able to withstand such a punishment, "And 
I bet you've made frequent trips to the Beastlands ever since then to 
keep Lynx happy."
     "Yes," Frelic said, "Lynx never had to paddle me again for 
neglecting my training."  He took a gentle grip on Hansen's shoulder and 
looked him in the eyes.

     "Now, about your willingness to submit to the same punishment 
Shaasta is under.  First, as you might have been able to determine, that 
was nowhere near one thousand swats I gave her when you and the others 
were bathing."
     Hansen nodded his head, "I wasn't counting, but it did only sound 
like around forty to perhaps seventy or so."
     "It was fifty.  Shaasta is receiving her punishment in fifty swat 
installments, a minimum of once per day, sometimes twice or three times 
per day depending on my whims."
     "I can handle that."
     "Be advised though," Frelic warned him, "these are full-fledged 
punishment spankings well above yours and Shaasta's pleasure threshholds."
     "I fully understand, Master.  And I humbly request that you allow 
me to share in Shaasta's penance."
     "Very well, sweet pet.  Steel yourself for the most intense 
paddling you have ever known."  Frelic gently pulled Hansen off the 
railing, took a firm grip on his arm, and marched him back inside.

     The dining commons were nearly deserted when the girls came down 
the stairs.  Ashton was busy sweeping the floor; and the two feline 
bards, finished with their rehearsal, were seated at a table, enjoying 
large tankards of ale to refresh themselves before taking the stage 
tonight, and quietly exchanging stories with a handsome Furling Badger 
who was seated with them.
     The musclebound inn keeper paused from his work, leaned on his 
broom, and gave the girls a warm friendly smile, "Hello again, ladies. 
Where are you off to this fine afternoon all prettied up so, if you 
don't mind my asking?"
     Thissle beamed back at him and struck a flirtatious pose, one hip 
canted seductively out, "Oh, we don't mind at all, Mister Kez."
     "You never do, brat," Shaasta smirked.
     Thissle smirked back and lightly tapped the paddle she was carrying 
on her shoulder, a little reminder to the Elf who was on which end of 
the leash.
     Karma stepped forward and gave Ashton a polite curtsy, "We're 
taking Shaasta out to dance the night away at a little place on the 
waterfront, Hot Summer Nights."
     "Ah, a girls' night out.  Will Frelic and that charming bushytailed 
fellow be joining you?"
     Thissle shook her copper-maned head, "Not tonight, Ashton.  Master 
and Hansen just want to relax here this evening and catch those kittens' 
performance."  She nodded in the direction of the bards; they smiled and 
waved, then pushed back their chairs and padded slinkily over, steins in 
hand, and with the Badger close behind.
     The he-cat adjusted the wire-rimmed spectacles perched on his 
muzzle, smiled seductively and gently scritched the Rabbit and Dragon 
girls under the chin, "Good afternoon, Thissle, Karma.  You two look 
absolutely bewitching, like a pair of young, wild, whitetail deer."  His 
voice was melodic and mesmerizing, his eyes amber pools of enchantment.
     The girls giggled cutely, and performed a slow turn to show off 
their assets, teasingly thrusting out their behinds and shaking them for 
him like a pair of stage girls.
     "You're looking rather feral tonight yourself, Wish," Thissle 
replied.  She ran her fingers through the soft fur of his cheeks and 
gave him a playful beep on his wide, toasty brown nose.
     He purred and licked at the girl's fingers, "Did I overhear 
correctly that you girls won't be here tonight for our little performance?"
     "I'm afraid not," Karma replied, "Shaasta here has been cooped up 
in a pet shop for a month, and she needs a night on the town."
     "Aw, 'tis a pity," he pouted, "I was truly hoping you ladies may 
find yourself up on the stage with my beloved little sister here this 
evening.  It would have been the purest of magicks with all four of you 
working your curves for our hungry guests."
     The Rabbit blushed, the insides of her ears reddening, "Oh, you 
flatterer," she giggled, "You are a real dream."
     "No," the other cat corrected her, "I'm Dream; he's Wish."  Wish's 
referral to her as his little sister was only accurate as far as their 
ages.  Dream was really only a little smaller than her brother, but 
still quite healthy, her soft curves belying the strength hidden deep 
within her well-toned muscles.
     Wish laughed and took a deep pull from his stein, lapping some 
stray drops of the cool, sweet ale from his muzzle.  "Perhaps tomorrow 
night then?"
     "We will see," Karma replied.
     "Thissle," the Badger said, stepping up next to the Elf the girl 
had on the leash.
     "Yes, Brindon?"
     "I assume this delightful little vixen you are leading about like a 
two-legged pony is the Shaasta whom Karma just mentioned?" he asked, 
placing a paw on her shoulder and looking her naked body over.
     "Yes, this is Shaasta," Thissle confirmed, "She is Master Frelic's 
new pet."
     He raised her hand to his muzzle and gave her dainty fingers an 
equally dainty lick, "Welcome to the Hightail, Miss Shaasta.  'Tis a 
pleasure to have a lovely and enchanting creature such as yourself here 
to bring a touch of class and beauty."  He looked over at Ashton, who 
was giving him a bit of a look, and corrected himself, "I mean a touch 
of more class and more beauty."
     "Thank-you, kind sir," Shaasta replied.  She gave him a 
heart-melting smile and coyly combed her fingers through her long, fiery 
mane.  "It's a pleasure meeting you all, and I hope to get to know you 
better before we head for home.  But we better get going if we want to 
get decent seating."
     "Right then," Brindon nodded.  He wiped his paws on the front of 
his work tunic, "I best be getting back to the kitchen to get tonight's 
menu prepared.  Have a good time, ladies."  With his now empty stein in 
his paws, he disappeared through the double doors behind the bar.
     "We need to head off too," Wish announced.  "Time for us to have a 
nice hot bath and a bit of a nap before showtime."  They finished their 
drinks and handed the large, empty mugs to Ashton, and with an arm 
wrapped around his sister, he escorted her up the stairs to their suite.
     Ashton excused himself momentarily to go set the empty steins on 
the stage near the cats' instruments, then came back and took up his 
broom again, "Well, have a good time out there, girls.  Be careful 
though, Hot Summer Nights can be a pretty wild place, so watch yer 
asses.  Everyone else will be."
     "We'll be careful," Karma assured him, "Frelic put me in charge 
tonight, and I will make sure nothing bad happens."
     "Good.  Now get outta here, brats.  I have work to do."  He smiled 
and shooed them off, giving each of them a friendly swat on their 
bottoms with the broom as they filed past him on their way to the door.

     Outside, the sky was sunny, with a cool salty breeze coming in from 
the west.  Karma directed them north, then they took a left at the next 
intersection and made their way towards the waterfront.  The streets 
were quite busy this afternoon.  Various sea birds squawked and shrieked 
overhead, scavenging for morsels, and the clip clop of horse, Centaur, 
and pony hooves mixed with the occasional whip crack and clatter of 
wheels on the cobblestone streets as carriages, buggies, and wagons 
carrying merchants and wealthier visitors and citizens through the 
streets.  The sidewalks were a respectable procession of people of many 
races and countless species:  locals, road-weary travelers, sailors, and 
more.  Not unexpectedly, the three girls received a lot of lengthy 
stares from passersby as they strutted their way west; each one received 
her fair share of lewd compliments and muttered wishes, causing them to 
smile and put an even more pronounced hip swish in their gait.

     "So," Shaasta said, trying to make small conversation, "What would 
you bet that those bards are boinking each other?"
     "Well that's a no brainer," Thissle replied, "I thought it was 
pretty obvious, judging by the way Dream clings to Wish the same way you 
cling to Frelic.  Of course they're boinking each other."
     Karma's ears drooped back flat against her back, "The bigger 
question is, which one of us will get boinked by Wish first?"
     "One contest at a time please, bunny," Shaasta insisted.  Her 
prosthetic tail flicked back and forth behind her, "Besides, I have a 
feeling Master will be the first of us to feel Wish's cock inside him."
     "How do you figure that?" Thissle asked.
     "Before you two came back from your shopping trip," she explained, 
"I noticed Wish oggling Master."
     Karma's tail twitched, "Do you suppose he swings both ways?"
     Shaasta shrugged, "It wouldn't surprise me.  After all, he is a 
Furling, and you know how the old saying goes among the Furling lads."
     The Rabbit giggled and nodded, "A boinkable bottom that belongs to 
a boy is still a boinkable bottom."
     "And even if Wish wasn't harboring thoughts of fucking a sexy Elf 
boy like Frelic, he still may have been harboring thoughts of boinking him."
     "Shaasta, you are talking weird," Thissle replied, "That makes 
absolutely no sense."
     "It means that Wish may have thought Frelic was a girl.  Wish is 
nearsighted; when he he was checking Frelic out from across the room, he 
didn't have his spectacles on.  And what with the dim lighting and all, 
he could easily have thought he was mentally undressing a hot Elven lady."
     "That's pretty observant of you," Karma noted, "I would not have 
picked up on that detail."
     "Well, in my line of work, you have to be aware of your 
surroundings and note the more subtle details of the goings on around 
you."  Shaasta took note of a cute brown and white Furling River Otter, 
a local merchant, wearing a solid red cotton vest and pushing a pastry 
cart down the other side of the street towards the waterfront.  She gave 
him a coy gaze over her shoulder, playfully patted her bare bottom, and 
tossed a teasing kiss in his direction, causing him to shyly look away, 
then turn his attention to a pretty Furling Rat girl who was hungrily 
waiting to try some of his wares before continuing on his route, his 
path lightened by visions of playing with a pretty, naked, red-headed 
Elven temptress.
     "Truth to tell," Karma confessed, her ears dropped back again, "as 
nice as Wish is, I think I would most want to be taken by that gorgeous 
Badger fellow, Brindon."
     Thissle nodded her agreement.  "He is quite charming, and looks 
like he'd be a pleasurable little stallion to play with.  But if it came 
down to a choice between Brindon and Wish, I would have to compromise, 
and take both."  The other girls exchanged a look, giggled, and voiced 
their agreement with Thissle's solution, then the subject was changed again.

     "How is your shapeshifting project coming along, Shaasta?" Thissle 
asked, "Have you managed to perfect your Ornith Hawk form yet?"
     The Elf shook her head, "Not yet, but I was getting close at the 
time me and Hansen got captured.  The magick nullification field at the 
Southern Rose put a bit of a damper on my natural ability, so I haven't 
been able to practice since then.  I'll resume my experiments tomorrow."
     A nice-looking Human couple who looked to be in their late twenties 
or early thirties passed by the girls, heading in the opposite 
direction. All three girls, as an impromptu warmup for tonight, repeated 
the flirt that Shaasta had used on the pastry vendor a minute ago.  It 
worked like a charm, then the exasperated husband sighed, smacked his 
wife on her leather-skirted ass to draw her attention away from the 
three cute hussies, and led her away, up a side street.

     "So," Karma said, "In the unlikely event one of you two brats win 
Frelic and Hansen for the day, what are you going to do with them?"
     Shaasta stuck her tongue out at the Rabbit and giggled, "Well, when 
I win," she paused to think about the possibilities, "I'll get back to 
you on that.  Don't want to spoil any surprises, y'know."
     "In other words, you have no clue what you would do to have your 
brother and your lover as your pets," Thissle translated.  "How about 
you, bunny?"
     "I know exactly what I'm going to do with them.  I want them to 
completely dote on me as if I was a powerful princess.  I'll have them 
attend to me in the bath.  After they have toweled me off, and groomed 
my hair and pelt, they will attend to me out on the balcony, and 
personally serve a wonderful, hot breakfast, and then..."
     "Okay, okay," Shaasta stopped her, "We get the picture.  Just 
remember what often happens to spoiled brat princesses."
     Karma defensively put her paws over her bottom, and kept the rest 
of her plans to herself.  They reached the waterfront, turned right, and 
paced north up the boardwalk.
     "And if you win, Thissle?" Shaasta asked.
     "I am going to start off bright and early by paddling their bottoms 
until they are fully awake, something like this," she wrapped an arm 
around the Elf's waist, bent her over, and brought all activity around 
them to a halt by landing three solid swats on her bare bottom with the 
studded side of her student paddle, one on each cheek, and one right 
across the middle, "only longer.  And then we will see how the day 
develops from there."
     Before she could put Shaasta upright, Thissle felt the poke of a 
small, taloned finger on her rump, "Pardon me, miss?"  She looked and 
saw no one, until she looked down.  Standing before her was an Ornith 
Sparrow, a male, judging by the black feathery V on his breast; he was 
no taller than the top of Shaasta's behind.  He was dressed in a blue 
and silver sailor's tunic with matching beret, and was holding five 
copper pieces in his hand.
     "Yes?" Thissle said, "Whatcha need, sea bird?"
     He held up the small handful of coins and gestured with his beak to 
the bent over Elf's bare, crimson rear, "May I?"
     Thissle laughed and smiled at the bird, "Be my guest, dear."
     Karma removed the rose planted inside the Elf, and the Sparrow 
slipped the copper coins, one at a time, deep up Shaasta's butt. 
Shaasta was blushing tremendously with so many strangers all around 
witnessing her receiving such intimate attention.  Karma reinserted the 
rose, but did not yet allow the girl to stand upright.
     "Now, what do you say to the nice lad?" she prompted her.
     "Thank-you very much for your generosity, sir," she replied, 
looking upside-down through her spread legs at the feathered fellow 
standing behind her.
     The Sparrow gave her bottom a friendly pat, "My pleasure, m'lady," 
he said, "I always feel a show like that deserves compensation."
     "There will be plenty more of that and then some tonight at Hot 
Summer Nights," Thissle informed him.  She released her grip on the Elf. 
  She righted herself and turned around to face the handsome mariner bird.
     "You ladies are very pretty," he said, no hint of empty flattery in 
his voice.  "I still have another two hours before I am off duty, but 
after that, I may show up to check out your performance then.  And I 
will be sure to bring along some of my shipmates.  Now, I must be 
getting back to work."  He gave them a friendly salute, hands balled 
into fists and arms crossed over his breast, then turned about and 
marched down the boardwalk, whistling some seafarer's tune that none of 
the girls were familiar with.
     "Well, looks like you got a head start on us, Elf brat" Thissle 
said, "But the night has not yet started.  Let's go."  She landed 
another swat across Shaasta's bottom, and the girls continued their trek.


-- Scarletdown
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