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This is a repost from a couple months ago.  The story has undergone
several edits for spelling, grammar, continuity, etc.

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RedTails - Awakenings
Rescued?

By

Scarletdown

Part I of II


	"Perhaps this is the day when I can get out of here", Shaasta thought to
herself, as she arose from her cushion and struck a series of well rehearsed
poses, showing off her tender naked assets for the passersby outside in an
attempt to draw prospective buyers into the shop.  This was the girl's fourth
week at the Southern Rose Pet shop, and though many had checked her out rather
thoroughly, no one had cared to shell out the rather high price the shop's owner
had set for her.  She was unique among the pets for sale here.  All the others
were various Furlings, Orniths,  and Humans, but she was the only Elf in Master
Varo's inventory, and traditionally, Elves tended to command a much higher value
than any other species.  She had already been marked down three times since her
arrival, from ten platinum pieces, to eight, and now to seven; Master Varo had
moved her from the middle of the show room to the display window facing the main
street, her final place in the shop before being sent to auction.  If only she
had heeded her brother's warnings and not embarked on that foolish adventure up
the Northwest Coast, an area notorious for slavers.  Now here she was, sitting
in a pet shop, enslaved for the second time in her life, and doing what she
could to avoid the auction block.

	She spied a small, black-robed figure striding down the walk, a wizard she
guessed, and intensified her little show.  According to Hansen, the Furling
Squirrel who had been captured with her during their recent adventure together,
wizards and other magick using types are the best owners a pet could have.  She
was already aware of this of course, having been owned by a sorceress the first
time she had been captured back when she was only 11 years of age.  Mistress
Triniti was strict, but she had treated Shaasta quite well, and the girl had
often hoped during her month here, that Triniti would show up and purchase her. 
As the wizard neared the shop, Shaasta did a half turn, and gave him a
heart-melting gaze over her shoulder while running one hand through her fiery
red shoulder-length mane, and the other hand along her thigh and soft, plush
bottom.
	The wizard stopped and faced the window, watching the Elf girl present herself.
 When Shaasta turned to face him, her eyes lit up and she gave a soft gasp as
she met his violet gaze.  Her rescue was imminent at last.  He smiled knowingly
at her and entered the shop. Master Varo greeted him as the wizard pulled back
his cowl, revealing his Elvish features framed by a mane of silvery hair.

	"Welcome to the Southern Rose, sir", the kindly Furling Wolf said, "I am Varo,
the proprietor here, and this is my lovely assistant and personal pet,
Lilieblume."  He gestured to the lovely little smiling Halfling lass, who stood
by his side, clad in only a collar and a work harness.
	Lilieblume giggled mischievously and asked, "Are ye here as a customer or do ye
wish to join our inventory?"
	"Lilie, behave yourself", Varo growled, giving his pet a firm smack on her
pretty little bottom with the paddle he always carried with him, "We don't want
to scare the fellow away now, do we?"
	The girl giggled again and rubbed her butt where the paddle had struck it,
"Sorry, Master", she apologized, "but can ye blame me for trying to get another
Elf in the showroom?  Ye do know good and well just how valuable Elves are. 
Perhaps as a matching pair, they would sell together.  And this one here is a
real cutie, Mister..."
	"Willowpaw", the wizard offered, taking her hand in his and planting a soft
kiss upon her dainty fingers, while failing to suppress a blush at the impetuous
girl's flattery, "Frelic Willowpaw of Pine Vale.  And I am most certainly here
as a potential customer, not as a product."
	"Well, 'tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Master Willowpaw", Lilie
beamed, giving him a polite curtsy, "Still, ye would make a very cute pet, and
would look so sweet with our other Elf over there."  She gestured towards the
window, where Shaasta was listening intently and trying hard to hide both her
excitement and her amusement.
	"Ah, yes", Frelic said, "She is what drew me into this shop in the first place.
 I may be interested in purchasing that lovely little vixen from you."
	Varo nodded and motioned for Shaasta to come stand before them, "Shaasta,
dear", he said, "Please join us so that our guest can look you over properly."
	Shaasta stepped down out of her window display space and padded on bare feet
over to where Varo, Frelic, and Lilie stood, putting a little extra hip swish
into her stride and smiling seductively the entire time.  She then practically
threw herself at Frelic, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight. 
Master Willowpaw reflexively returned the embrace, his gentle hands patting and
kneading her gorgeous round bottom, so soft and tender.  He was also quite
thankful that his robes concealed the arousal caused by the feel of the Elf
girl's lithe body pressed against his and the feel of her south end in his
hands.
	"Well, Master Willowpaw", Varo chuckled, "It seems she is a bit smitten with
you."
	Frelic stepped back a bit, holding her at arm's length, his hands lightly
gripping her hips, his gaze locked onto her own, "It does indeed," he agreed,
"Shaasta, hmm?  Such a lovely name for such a lovely pet.  I believe it means
Tender Hawk."
	Shaasta giggled softly and fluttered her eyelashes at Frelic, then gave a
surprised gasp as Master Varo's paddle struck her lovely bottom. "Shaasta,
behave yourself and mind your place here," he warned her.
	"I am sorry, Masters Varo and Willowpaw," Shaasta apologized, looking quite
embarrassed over her little affectionate outburst, "Please forgive any
embarrassment my behavior may have caused."
	"It is quite alright, sweet tail," Frelic assured her, "No harm nor humiliation
was done.  And please, you may call me Frelic."
	"Aye, Master Frelic", she acknowledged.  She then assumed the first position
for inspection, as she had done many times over the past weeks; feet apart,
hands clasped behind her back, and head down.
	"Now sir", Master Varo began, going into his saleswolf mode, "feel free to
check her out every which way while I and my assistant describe her assets."
	"Very well, little tender hawk," Frelic said, running his fingers gently along
the edges of her gracefully pointed ears, which protruded through her fiery
mane, "let us have a look at you and see if you will be suitable to become a
wizard's pet."  Shaasta shuddered at the feel of Frelic's touch on her sensitive
Elven ears, while Varo told of her temperament and how they have taken care of
her.

	"First, as you can see," he began,  "Shaasta looks quite healthy and in top
physical condition.  A fine specimen of Elven grace and beauty."
	Frelic nodded agreement, his hands tenderly squeezing the girl's shoulders and
upper arms, then moving to her soft breasts, feeling their heft; which caused
her nipples to harden with arousal, "Aye, a fine specimen indeed; most sexy and
alluring."
	"She was already in fine shape when we purchased her from one of our
suppliers," he explained, referring to the slavers who brought her to him four
weeks ago, "Not surprising really, considering she and her Furling companion,
who is on display in the main show room were adventurers.  A life like that
requires considerable dedication to physical training."
	"That goes without saying," Frelic said, "Believe me, I know how physically
punishing the conditioning for an adventurer's life is."  His hands had now
moved down to her midriff, then her thighs, her hips, and reaching around to her
bottom; patting, prodding, and gently squeezing all over, "Very trim," he
complimented her, "just the right amount of outer softness with firm muscle
beneath.  She has taken very good care of herself indeed, and at least feels
like she would be wonderful to cuddle with on a chilly night."

	Shaasta beamed happily at Frelic as he voiced his approval, then shuddered and
gasped softly as he tickled the tips of her ears before running his hands
through her silky red hair, while the Wolf continued, "And as with all pets we
offer for sale here, we have kept her on a very rigorous physical training
schedule to ensure that she remains healthy and properly toned.  We make sure
that all pets we sell have the strength, agility, and endurance to meet the
needs of even the most demanding owners."
	"I am in charge of the physical conditioning program here," Lilie boasted,
sounding quite proud of her work, "I can guarantee that all pets sold at the
Southern Rose will provide many years of service and pleasure."
	"Lilieblume takes tremendous pride in her work," Varo said, smiling down at the
Halfling and giving her bottom an affectionate pat with his paw.
	Frelic caressed Shaasta's inner thighs and the outer edges of her smooth and
naturally bare feminine sex, which elicited a soft moan and another pleasurable
shudder from the girl, "I imagine that must be a most trying task," he said,
"considering the diverse range of species that you must work with."
	"Oh, I am quite proud of my pet's talents," Varo affirmed, "Despite her small
size, this little one has proven herself with even the most powerful and
difficult creatures."
	"Yeppers," Lilie nodded, "I've even trained Dragons here a couple times.  Those
can be so hard to tame and keep in line.  Such stubborn brats they can be."
	"That goes without saying," Frelic agreed, as he moved around behind Shaasta to
examine her wonderful bare bottom, prodding and squeezing the tender, well toned
southern orbs, and giving her a couple light swats to see how well they jiggled.
 "I happen to have a Dragon as one of my apprentices.  And she is a certified
brat.  I can't even tell you the number of times that I have had to apply the
paddle under Thissle's tail."
	"Oh yes," Lilie giggled, "Dragons are really fun to spank, once you get them
properly conditioned to submissiveness.  In fact, if you ever feel that Thissle
could use some additional obedience training, you can always bring her here."
	Frelic gave the Elf girl's rear one more swat, then smiled at the Wolf and
Halfling, "Well, so far, Shaasta is looking to be more than suitable for my
needs.  You have done a remarkable job keeping her healthy and trim."
	Varo nodded, then gestured towards the show room proper, largely concealed
behind a low wall, "Now that you have completed the initial inspection, would
you care to conduct a more in-depth examination of Shaasta?"
	"Yes," Frelic replied, "I most certainly would.  I want to make absolute
certain she is one hundred and ten percent suitable for my purposes."
	"Then follow me please," Master Varo instructed, leading them deeper into the
shop.

	Shaasta blushed deeply as they were taken past the partitions and into the show
room, knowing all too well what was in store for her within the coming minutes,
a task she had performed countless times over the past month.  The trio padded
down a wide aisle, which bisected a massive chamber.  Large cushions, knee high
to an average adult Human, were arranged at regular intervals across the show
room floor.  Beside each of these cushions arose a five foot high iron pole
equipped with a long chain which was attached to a metal ring at the top.  On
the cool stone floor, heavy iron rings in sets of four formed a square around
the display cushions, and overhead, above each position, a pair of long heavy
chains, their ends tipped with a sturdy hook, dangled, suspended on pulleys from
the high ceiling.
	A diverse array of prime examples of many of Niath's sentient fauna; large and
small; male and female, adorned these soft pads.  And what an impressive
menagerie it was:  Humans, Halflings, Furlings and Orniths in a wide selection
of species to choose from, and Saurids.  Most seemed calm and content, properly
confined to their individual personal spaces by the tethering chains fastened to
a plain silver ankle bracer.  Some were seated primly upright and alert on their
cushioned perches, and trying their best to look seductive or demure for the
customer who now walked among them, in hopes of being purchased, while others
lay curled up in blissful slumber.  A number of the pets in the show room,
however; were on display in a considerably more vulnerable position.  They lay
bent over their pads; their wrists and ankles were secured in leather shackles
which were clasped to the iron rings in the floor, while the chains above them
hung taught, but not too uncomfortably, clasped to their collars and, where
applicable, to an iron shackle which held their tails up high to provide full
access to their plush fur, down, or bescaled hind quarters.

	The sight of so many enticing creatures gathered in this single room, all
awaiting the chance to serve and please just the right owner, caused the
stiffness hidden beneath Frelic's robes to intensify.  Oh how he wished he had
the time to take a day and do nothing but sample this sweet buffet of submissive
honeys.  But time was short and he still had much wizardly business to attend. 
Still, that did not prevent him from pausing to check out a lovely and
voluptuous Furling lass on one of the displays at the edge of the aisle.  She
was vulpine, and one of the most enchanting Vixens he had ever encountered.  She
was also one of those shackled and bent over the cushion, with her tail raised
high to provide a delicious view of her aft end.  He reached out and placed a
hand on her pleasantly wide rump, then traced a finger gently through her soft
fur, which was mostly an orangeish red, but with a wide patch of white in the
center, which ran from the base of her thick bushy tail and down to her inner
thighs, like a trail pointing to the precious treasure hidden in the valley
formed by the luscious hills that thrust invitingly upwards before him.
	"You certainly have the finest inventory I've ever seen in a pet shop, Master
Varo," he complimented the Wolf.  He succumbed to the temptation to give the
Vixen's upthrust butt a firm open handed smack, which caused her to thrust it up
even higher.
	"I do take in only the best,"  Varo explained, "We hold great pride in being a
first class establishment, with products that are only top of the line."
	His hand again resting on the Vixen's rump, fingers poised over the crevasse of
her southern hills, Frelic glanced over to Varo, "May I?"
	"Be my guest, sir" the proprietor invited.

	The Elf's fingers disappeared into the Vixen's depths, gently probing her hot
nether realms.  His fingers lightly glided over the slit of her sex, as he had
done minutes before with Shaasta.  She was damp and slick down there immediately
from his touch.  "Easily aroused," Frelic remarked, then using her juices as a
natural lubricant, he slipped one finger, and then a second up into the tight
star of her rear passage, and tight it was indeed.  She clenched hard around his
probing fingers, which the Elf wriggled around inside of her while he again
addressed Master Varo.
	"So then, what is this girl's story?  Slavers again?"
	Varo chuckled and shook his head, "Oh, not at all.  This is Mistie.  She is our
newest arrival, just arrived last night, in fact.  Only about half of our
inventory was purchased from professional tail hunters.  Some are sent to us by
order of the high court as sentence for various crimes; while others come to us
of their own volition and willingly sell themselves to our shop.  Mistie is of
that third group.  She came to us just yesterday, and offered herself to us so
that she could pay off a little debt she had racked up recently."  He paused for
a moment in his explanation of their acquisitions system, and removed a syringe
and a mithril needle from one of his pouches.  While Frelic continued to probe
and play with Mistie's southern hole, the Wolf expertly stabbed the needle into
the soft flesh of her rump, and injected her with a light blue viscous serum.
	"Vitamin solution," Lilieblume explained.  "All pets get these shots daily. 
Sure, it hurts plenty much; but since we can't always provide the perfect diet
for each individual, they need these supplements to help provide any nutrients
that they may be missing.  And 'sides, pretty bottoms are meant to be sore; it
helps keep the pets aware of their intimate zones, mindful of their purpose, and
whatnot."
	Shaasta sympathetically rubbed her own bottom and winced as the thick
concoction slowly transferred from the syringe into Mistie's left bottom cheek 
She was starting to feel a little impatient with this delay, and wanted to get
her upcoming ordeal over and done with fast, so she could finally leave this
place.  But she dared not express her annoyance, lest she feel the bite of
Master Varo's paddle on her rear a few dozen times.  So she kept silent and
waited, feigning eternal patience.

	Frelic withdrew his fingers from Mistie's depths and touched them to his
sensitive Elven nose, taking in the light scent of musk mingled with the heady
fragrance of lilacs, "She is amazingly clean," he noted, "Gehennite, I presume?"
	"Yes," Varo confirmed, withdrawing the needle from the Vixen's butt and stowing
it and the now empty syringe in another pouch, "We give all our pets a weekly
cleansing using pure gehennite.  Granted, it is an indescribably painful
experience for the pet, but it is also the perfect cleansing agent."
	"I am familiar with it," Frelic nodded, agreeing with Varo's opinion of the
netherworldly substance, "cleanses the subject by obliterating all non-living
tissue it comes in contact with, but never inflicts any damage upon live flesh."
	"A wondrously diabolical concoction," the Wolf chuckled, "It also makes for a
great disciplining tool when a paddling is not enough."  He punctuated his
comment by landing a hard smack with his paddle squarely across Mistie's butt,
causing her to yelp and struggle momentarily in her bonds.

	"So, you say she sold herself to you?" Frelic asked, returning them to their
previous discussion.  He walked around to the other side of the cushion Mistie
was bent over, and crouched down to have a face to face look at her.  She gazed
adoringly at Frelic, her emerald green eyes sparkling with hope and desire, and
protruding through her veil of silky hair, strawberry blonde with highlights of
green that matched her eyes, her white tipped vulpine ears twitched in nervous
anticipation.  "Why would a lovely creature such as this willingly sell herself
into a life of submission when she could just as easily bewitch any fellow she
may set her sights on?"
	"Well, as I was saying," Varo said, "She had a debt that she wished to pay off.
 She had also recently become unemployed; the debt and her unemployment happened
to be closely related events.  Mistie, go ahead and explain to Master Willowpaw
why you are here with us now."

	"Aye, Master Varo," she replied, her voice soft and sweet, and bearing a hint
of a Tameran accent, "Up until four days ago, I served as a maid, cook's
assistant, and waitress at one of the inns here, The Hightail, to be exact."
	"I'm familiar with that place," Frelic said, "That is where I am staying."
	"Well," she continued, "I inadvertently caused a major brawl there that night. 
I was being rather flirty with one of the guests, a little too flirty, I
suppose.  He wanted me to pay a visit to his suite later that night, but I had
to politely decline due to another commitment.  That other commitment was
sitting at the next table over, and when the first guy kept trying to get me to
'play' with him, he came over and pulled me off his lap, then warned him to
leave me be.  They then got into a rather heated argument which escalated
rapidly, and culminated in one shoving the other hard onto a table where a party
of drunken mercenary sailors were dining.  Naturally, the situation grew out of
control at that point."
	"Isn't that the way these incidents always seem to go?" Frelic chuckled, "Mercs
tend to be a rather rowdy lot, always waiting for any excuse to have a brawl."
	"Yes," Mistie sighed, "I really should have turned them away when they first
arrived.  But with these lean times, my employer needed all the business he
could get.  When the excitement finally died down, and the worst of the brawlers
were hauled off by the town guard, the entire dining area of the Hightail was a
wreck, seventy gold pieces worth of damage when all was sorted out."
	"Ouch," Frelic commented, "that must have really put a dent in your employer's
profits for the week.  I hope he was able to recover from that setback."
	The Vixen nodded, "Oh, he was able to recover.  But he had to make some
cutbacks.  Not wanting to cause those first two guys any more problems, since
they were both really decent folk despite what had happened, and they had enough
worries already, what with being in jail for the brawl, I claimed ultimate
responsibility for that night's happenings.  And in a way, it really was my
fault.  Had I not been flirting so hard, well, you know..."
	"Yes, I know," Frelic said, giving her a comforting scritch behind her ears,
"And that was very brave and noble of you to take the heat for the mishap."
	"And take the heat I did.  My employer took me over his lap on the minstrel
stage right there in front of the customers who remained to help clean up.  He
paddled me long and hard, and then informed me that he could no longer afford to
keep me on as one of his employees.  He allowed me to sleep there one more
night, and after breakfast the next morning, I had to leave and seek work
elsewhere, in hopes of eventually paying off the seventy gold pieces worth of
damage I had caused."
	"And can I assume that your asking price when you offered yourself to Master
Varo here was seventy gold pieces?" Frelic guessed.
	"Yes," she nodded, "Over the next couple days, I had hit up every inn and
tavern in town, but no one was able to take on another waitress or maid. 
Everyone was strapped and stretched to their limits, and barely making enough to
stay afloat.  Plus, at ten silver pieces a day, a domestic girl's wages, it
would take forever to earn enough to pay back a debt that large."
	"And that is when you decided to submit yourself."
	"For the most part, yes.  But first, I considered other options.  Turning to an
adventurer's life briefly crossed my mind; but I quickly dismissed that idea,
since I possess none of the skills for such an endeavor.  I would probably get
eaten alive by the first monster I encountered."  She paused in her story and
gasped as Master Varo slipped an applicator rod coated with a warm salve up her
butt, and swabbed the jelly-like substance all over the "wall" of her rear
passage.
	"Carry on with your story, Mistie," he instructed her, "We do have a busy
schedule today, you know; and now is a good time for me to continue your
processing while you tell Master Willowpaw your tale."

	"Aye, Master Varo," she replied, feeling herself get a little aroused as the
Wolf worked her ass with the rod, "So, next I considered trying my luck as a
street tail.  After all, a seventeen year old Vixen should be quite popular with
all sorts of adventurous clients, and should be able to make a buttload of money
with her butt and other assets.  However, the more I thought about it, the
colder my feet got, and I ultimately decided that I was not yet ready for that
type of life and the dangers that accompany it.  And it was at that moment, when
I still had thoughts of trying to make money somehow with my tail, that I
thought of this shop.  And the more I thought about it, the more I imagined
myself serving a kind and protective master or mistress, someone who might even
spirit me away from this town; the more sensible this idea became.  So I paid a
visit to Master Varo and Lilieblume here last night, explained my plight to
them; and here I am now."
	"And is this what you expected when you sold yourself to these fine folk?"
Frelic asked, "Shackled down on a cushion, tail tied high, and your bottom
poked, prodded, spanked, and stuffed?"
	"Yes," Mistie affirmed, unashamed pride in her tone, "I indeed expected to be
treated this way.  And you know what?  I like this.  I realized that I am born
to serve and please, and I take pleasure in all aspects of my life here,
including the spankings, shots, and even the cleansings, because I know that all
of these things are important to my ultimate goal of having an owner who I can
service and who will take care of me."  She gave Frelic a smile that hinted of
smugness and self assurance, then gasped and came close to orgasming right there
on her cushion when Varo removed the applicator rod from her butt with one quick
and smooth motion.

	Varo smiled and gave the Vixen a loving smack on her rear with his paw, then
put the rod away for cleaning later, "Amazing girl, she is, eh?"
	"Very amazing," Frelic agreed, "I may very well have to take her home to
Pinevale with me.  How much are you asking for her?"
	"Two platinum pieces.  But she isn't quite ready to be put up for sale just
yet," the Wolf advised him, "We still have a little more work to do with her."
	Shaasta finally let her impatience show, and seemed irritated and a little
worried that Frelic may have forgotten all about her, thanks to the Vixen who
seemed to have practically stolen his soul with her charms.  "Can we get back to
what we were doing, Master Varo?  In case everyone has forgotten, Master
Willowpaw here was going to give me a more in-depth inspection before deciding
whether or not to purchase me.  Her little outburst was answered with two extra
hard smacks on her bottom from Varo's paddle, which were not really unexpected,
but still elicited a yelp from the Elf lass due to the intensity of the impacts.
	"But of course, dear," Varo said, "I haven't forgotten you.  Now, let's go."
	As he led the trio on their way to the other end of the show room, Mistie
called out, "Shaasta, I am truly sorry for hijacking your time like that. 
Forgive me, please?"
	Shaasta, rubbing her slightly sore behind, looked back over her shoulder at the
Vixen and smiled, "No worries, dear.  There's nothing to forgive."

	At the far end of the show room was a long, low, padded bench.  At either end
of the bench, was a table, upon which sat various paddles, switches, straps, and
other disciplining tools, as well as an assortment of flasks and bowls with
potions and salves.  "This area," Lilieblume explained," is much better suited
than the outer lobby for the more intimate inspections our clients like to
perform before making a final purchasing decision."  The Halfling was
interrupted by a sharp gasp from behind them.  All three turned and looked at
the Furling Squirrel who was in turn, staring back in surprise at them, as if he
had just seen a ghost.
	Shackled in the same position as Mistie, the gray-furred, bushytailed rodent
chittered excitedly, "Shaasta?  is that by chance...?"
	"Yes," she said, not letting him finish his question, "This is by chance a very
potential buyer."  She gave him a look that told him to keep quiet lest he spoil
their chance to get out of here.
	Master Varo, visibly annoyed by this interruption asserted his authority with
the obligatory paddle strike on the little Furling's dainty, furry bottom,
"Hansen," he sighed, when are you going to learn to mind your place while
business is being conducted?"
	"Oh, I'm so sorry, Master Varo," the boy whimpered, his rear stinging from the
well deserved swat, "I just got so excited when I saw Shaasta.  I've missed her
so much since she was moved out of here and put on display in the window."
	Lilieblume giggled and shook her head, "Silly Squirrel," she chided him, "she
was only moved out there just this morning; too soon for you to be pining away
for her."

	Frelic took an interest in this Furling boy, and moved to have a closer look at
him.  He gave him a quick once over, administering the expected pats and
squeezes on this rear; which like Mistie's was also two toned, with a similar
patch of white, running from half way up his rump down to the middle of his
inner thighs.  It was an attractive feature common to Furlings, Orniths,
Dragons, and Saurids, a feature that many referred to as the "treasure trail". 
The Elf lightly prodded at the fur covered shaft and sheath which were clearly
visible between the Squirrel's shackled and spread legs, "He looks like a feisty
one," he mused out loud, "and he acts like he knows Shaasta here pretty well."
	"He does," Varo replied, "This is Hansen.  He was brought to us at the same
time Shaasta was.  Apparently, they adventured together, and were of course,
captured and sold together."
	"They really seem to be quite fond of each other," Lilieblume added.
	"Bestest of friends we are," Hansen affirmed, "I would really really miss
Shaasta if she were to be taken away from me."
	Frelic did not miss the hint, of course, "Well, it would be a shame to separate
two dear friends from each other now.  Let's see what we can do about this."

	Master Varo unlocked Hansen's bonds and lifted him up, holding him under his
arm so his butt was facing forward, "Do you wish to inspect him as well, Master
Willowpaw?"
	"But of course, sir," Frelic replied.
	"Shaasta, bend yourself over the bench and spread those lovely legs," Varo
ordered.  Shaasta knelt down, then positioned herself over the padded seat, her
legs apart, and her rear properly thrust upwards to provide the best view and
easiest access to her sweet assets.  Varo placed the Furling boy next to her,
laying him face down, his legs, not quite long enough to reach the floor,
hanging over the edge of the bench, and his bushy tail held high.
	Frelic knelt between and behind the two pets, hands resting on their rumps,
"We'll start with a little warm up."   Shaasta's hand clasped Hansen's paw, and
the two pets closed their eyes, their bottoms quivering ever so slightly in
anticipation of what was to come.
	The Elf's hands began slapping a steady drum beat on the two upthrust bottoms,
alternating between Shaasta on the odd strokes and Hansen on the evens; the
swats were just hard enough to cause a light sting, which they both took quite
well.  The crisp smacks of smooth, bare flesh and the duller smacks of
fur-covered flesh being struck in a slow but firm cadence echoed throughout the
show room. The all too familiar sounds of spanking caused many of the other pets
to turn and watch with amusement, sympathy, or desire, the percussion concert
the Wizard was performing on Elf and Squirrel.  Several members of the captive
audience were squirming in their seats, and the scent of arousal could be
smelled in the air.

	Master Varo, of course, sensed the growing lust in many of his pets, and he
just smirked and half whispered to the Halfling beside him, "I hope you are in
good form today, love.  It looks like we are both going to be real busy soon
attending to our inventory's burning needs."
	Lilieblume put her hand in his paw and smiled up at her master, "Can do, Master
Varo," she replied, starting to feel rather tingly and moist herself as Frelic
continued spanking Shaasta and Hansen.  "You know good and well that I am always
up to that particular task."
	The Wolf chuckled and gave his pet an affectionate bottom squeeze, "I don't
doubt you for a second, sweet tail, not for one single second."
	Frelic stopped after two dozen swats, and gave both bottoms a firm, thick
pinch.  Despite the lightness of the spanking, Shaasta's rear was already
showing a light pink glow, as was Hansen's, though the blush on the Furling's
bottom just barely showed through the soft, white treasure trail fur.  "Properly
springy and resilient," he noted, "suitable for a wide array of disciplinary
activities."
	"As it should be," Varo replied, "We expect our pets to take a considerable
amount of abuse on their bottoms; such as paddlings, canings, and whippings;
with a diverse variety of tools, in addition to other non-spanking punishments."
	"Such as?"
	"Oh, such as shockings, pin cushionings, and searings for example," Lilieblume
chimed in.  The Halfling stepped forward and landed a couple more open handed
swats on Shaasta's rear, "Therefore, we put heavy emphasis on preparing our pets
physically and mentally to withstand having a tremendous amount of attention
focused on their butts."

	"Let's continue the inspection," Varo advised.  He gestured to one of the
tables, where there was a selection of spanking tools laid out, "Select one or
two of those, and apply some more intensive attention on their bottoms."
	Frelic selected a polished wooden paddle, the spanking tool he was most partial
to, and gave it a test swing through the air.  It was a plain and sensible
model, about thirteen inches in length, three and a half inches across, and a
quarter inch thick.  It was light enough to effectively wield single handed for
proper over the lap paddlings, but had a handle long enough to allow for a
double handed grip for those times when a little extra emphasis is needed to
drive home those more difficult lessons.
	Standing to Shaasta's left side, he gave her lovely butt the obligatory
"ranging" taps, then without warning and with no time for the girl to even tense
in frightened anticipation, he raised the paddle up and back, then brought it
back down in a graceful and cruel arc until it came to rest again on her bare
bottom, coming to an abrupt halt with a loud smack that reverberated throughout
the show room, and caused Shaasta to yelp out in surprise.
	Frelic then began paddling the Elf girl in earnest.  The air was filled with
the sounds of hard wood against bare flesh, leaving no part of Shaasta's butt
untouched.  With smooth, graceful motions, he paddled her, expertly dispensing
punishment upon her bottom, each swat as hard as its predecessor.

	Shaasta at first tried her best to hold back.  By shear force of will, she
refused to allow the assault on her bottom shatter her proud Elven bearing.  But
after the paddle impacted on her ass for the tenth time, striking right across
the middle of both cheeks, the mental wall crumbled, tears that were held back
now flowed down her smooth, round face; her will failed.  The sound of the
paddle was now accompanied by a melody of moans and cries from the Elf girl as
her sweet posterior burned with the fires of discipline, a fire with no flame. 
She writhed beautifully under the fierce punishment, her back arching, and legs
flailing as each stroke of the paddle added to the crimson glow in her rump.
	After the twentieth stroke, Varo and Lilieblume had to hold the girl down, as
her struggles intensified.  Shaasta cried and pleaded for Frelic to stop; her
tears now flowed steadily down her cheeks and splashed onto the stone floor. 
She pleaded and begged, but no mercy was forthcoming; the spanking continued as
before, a smooth and steady beat with no reprieve.  After the thirtieth swat,
the session was ended, and the only sounds were Shaasta's sobs as well as
whimpers coming from the pets behind them, many of whom were now extremely
aroused and ravenously craving relief from the desire burning deep within.
	Lilieblume dried the tears from Shaasta's face and comforted her, "You are a
remarkable Elf," she said, commending her, and stealing a tender kiss, their
lips touching ever so softly.
	Frelic surveyed his work, admiring the way Shaasta's bottom quivered
tantalizingly from the lingering pain the paddle inflicted, again thankful that
his robes concealed his arousal.  He reached down and ran his palm over her
blushing ass, then knelt behind the girl and touched his lips to her hot, tender
nether flesh; eliciting a moan from the girl, and causing a glow to form on her
tear stained face.

	Rising to his feet, the wizard turned his attention to the Furling Squirrel,
who was patiently and anxiously awaiting his turn for the paddle.  The Halfling
girl gave Shaasta's hand an affectionate squeeze, then stood in front of Hansen,
and lent her assistance by holding his bushy tail up out of the way.  Frelic
wasted no time, and immediately began the assault on Hansen's furry bottom in
exactly the same way he spanked Shaasta, the paddle first landing on the
Squirrel's left nether cheek followed by an identical blow to the right cheek,
and one across the middle; repeating the pattern on the lower quarters of his
rear and again on the upper regions, so that not a single square inch of his
cute little butt was left untouched.
	Unlike Shaasta, Hansen showed much greater endurance.  He held firm until the
twenty-fifth swat seared his dainty rump, then the tears started to flow.  His
sobs were soft and reserved.  Knowing that there was none to be had, he did not
beg for mercy.  His writhings and flailings were not as violent as those of the
Elf girl who still wept quietly beside him.  He closed his own misty eyes tight
and and steeled himself against the intense pain burning through his ass, taking
it with a strength and will belied by his diminutive appearance.
	Another five strokes of the paddle, and the spanking was finished.  Hansen gave
a loud sigh and let his body relax as Lilieblume rewarded and comforted him with
a tender kiss as she had done with Shaasta, and Frelic placed his hand on the
Squirrel's sore rump, which now showed a deep red paddle blush through the white
fur.

	Master Varo was most impressed with the Elf's prowess, "You wield that paddle
like a true expert," he complimented him.  "I found myself rubbing my own
posterior out of sympathy as you were giving their bottoms that glowing
workout."
	"Thank you," Frelic replied, "I am indeed quite intimately familiar with the
paddle and other instruments of spanking," he confirmed, then knelt down and
planted a kiss on the Furling's well punished behind like he did to Shaasta,
causing Hansen to giggle with a hint of embarrassment.  "I am intimately
familiar with these tools on both the giving and receiving ends," he added.
	Lilieblume nodded solemnly, "Yes, what with you being trained in the magickal
arts and the tremendous discipline such a path requires, I would imagine you
must have had your bottom reddened many times during your apprenticeship."
	"I did," Frelic admitted, "Mistress Aeraal was, and still is, quite fond of the
paddle, and many of my lessons during my training took place over either her
lap, or over the lap of Lynx, my Beastlands guide and teacher."

	The Halfling smiled mischievously, "Well, you know, my offer still stands.  You
are more than welcome to sell yourself to the Southern Rose.  I would love to
try my hand at taming a powerful and cute wizard such as yourself."
	Frelic blushed and smiled back at her, "Thank-you, but I still must decline the
offer.  I have too much work to accomplish to become anyone's pet."
	Lilieblume pouted, "Aw, 'tis a pity.  It would have been fun.  Perhaps you can
at least come back some time before you return home, and we can do a little
remedial training then, if you have the time, and Master Varo approves?"
	Frelic felt flattered by the Halfling's intimate interest in him, and his blush
deepened, "I will consider your offer," he replied.  He then glanced down and a
smirk crossed his face as he noticed that between Hansen's legs, the Furling's
maleness was fully emerged from its furry sheath.  "Typical Furling," he
muttered, "Seems someone enjoyed the feel of the paddle across his bottom."  He
reached down and gently took the erect shaft in his hand, stroking its underside
lightly with one finger, causing the Squirrel lad to gasp and flex his legs and
rump.
	"That is one of Hansen's great features," Varo informed him, "The little guy is
a notorious pain slut.  But as you noted, that is typical of Furlings and
Orniths.  They can be such a challenge to properly discipline."
	"It's not just Furlings," Frelic said, "Thissle, my Dragon apprentice tends to
get worked up when paddled as well.  So when I need to truly discipline her, I
simply spank her even harder, well beyond her pleasure threshold."  He gave
Hansen a few more strokes, which caused the Squirrel to moan and playfully
squirm, but refrained from bringing him to orgasm, then he took a glance at
Shaasta and smirked again as he spied a glistening dampness between her thighs.

	"You too, eh?" he sighed, patting her well spanked bottom, causing her to
wince.  Frelic slipped a finger between her legs, running it along her slit,
which caused her already upturned behind to rise a little more.  She was
blushing furiously as her little secret was revealed.  The many training
sessions with paddle, switch, and strap under Varo and Liliblume's guidance had
raised her limits to where what would normally be a punishment spanking for most
people was now an intense pleasure spanking for her.
	"Well," Frelic mused, rubbing the feminine moisture between his fingers, "No
need to worry, I do indeed know how to use the paddle and other tools for both
punishment and reward when appropriate."
	Lilieblume herself failed to stifle a wistful sigh.  She wanted so much to play
with this Elf.  His voice, soft yet commanding, and those violet eyes, sparkling
with a mix of compassion, power, and mischief made her swoon.  She wanted to
both be taken by him as well as take him herself; and she seriously hoped and
prayed that he would come back to take her up on her offer.

	Frelic stepped over to one of the end tables and dipped the first two fingers
of both hands into a bowl of cool lubricating salve, then kneeling between and
behind the two pets, "One final item to inspect," he announced, getting back to
the business at hand, "Shaasta, Hansen, please spread your legs a little more."
	They complied and, as Mistie had done earlier, submissively presented to him, a
delightful view of their southern stars.  Frelic squirmed a bit and felt his
temperature rise slightly at the tantalizing sight, tempting him to shed his
wizardly robe, lift his tunic, and take the two sensuous creatures before him
right here and now.  But instead of succumbing to the great yearning pulsing
beneath his robe and tunic, he pressed forward with his original course.  Both
Shaasta and Hansen gave a soft gasp and low moan of pure bliss simultaneously as
they each received a pair of long Elven fingers deep inside their south
passages.
	Frelic was only moderately surprised at Hansen's reaction, "Well well," he
chuckled softly, "It seems our boy here likes being taken as a girl, hmmm?"  He
wiggled his fingers around inside of the two pets, causing them to gasp again
and squirm, their tight holes clenching around the Elven probes.
	"Yes, Master Willowpaw, he admitted, his tail whipping back and forth as he
thrust his bottom up higher, trying to get the wizard's fingers even deeper
inside of him.  "But I wasn't always this way.  Shaasta there turned me on
to...this...activity.  It happened during one of our adventures several months
ago."
	"Oh she did, did she?"  Frelic fingered them harder, causing them to squirm
even more.  Hansen's cock was pulsing in time with the thrusts inside of him,
and he whined as he fought to keep from spilling his seed all over the floor. 
Seeing how he was near bursting, Lilieblume slid a bucket beneath the Furling,
just in case.
	"Yes," Shaasta hissed between gasps, "Many times when we coupled during our
travels, I insisted he take me up the ass.  He saw how much I enjoyed it, just
as much as I enjoy the more traditional way..."
	"And..." Hansen continued, "and, I decided then that there was no reason only
girls could enjoy being on the receiving end of a boinking, so I put myself
across her lap, had her spank me a few times, then I offered her my other
virginity.  Oh, her fingers buried deep beneath my tail were like magick.  'Twas
like nothing I had ever known before that moment."  Unable to hold back any
longer, he gave another moan, much louder this time, and his lust juices flowed
from his hard, throbbing shaft and into the bucket below.

	Frelic continued to work the Furling's tight, hot butt as he reached his
climax.  Up inside Shaasta, he curled his fingers, causing a loud whine from her
as she was stretched out just a little more, "Why you little brat," he scolded
the girl, "Thanks to you, this fine young Furling has gone from being just a
pain slut, to being a complete tail slut."
	"But Master Willowpaw," Hansen pleaded, coming down off his orgasmic high, "Do
not be angry with her.  All she did was bring to the surface feelings and
desires I had suppressed for years.  'Twas an awakening for which I truly am
grateful."
	"Aw, lighten up," Lilieblume suggested, "It's not like there is anything evil
about a boy letting his bottom be used to give pleasure or receiving pleasure
from the use of his bottom.  I'm sure your own tail got used occasionally during
your apprenticeship.  Did it not?"
	Frelic gave a resigned sigh and nodded, "Yes, that did happen.  There were
several complicated spells and rituals which involved coupling.  And it mattered
not whether the partner taking the role of the girl was indeed a girl or a boy."
	"And did you enjoy playing the part of the girl?"  the Halfling pressed him.  A
reddening in the Elf's cheeks provided the answer.  "So you see?  It is
perfectly natural for a boy to take one of the same pleasures which girls
enjoy."

	Still blushing at being baited into talking about some of his early intimate
adventures, Frelic changed the subject.  "So, Master Varo, what was that stuff
you swabbed around the inside of Mistie's ass when she was telling her story?"
	The Wolf, looking rather amused at the previous thread of discussion, reached
into one of his pouches and pulled out a vial, holding it close for Frelic to
see.  "Ah yes.  This is known as Pixie Salve.  It is used to keep a pet's sex
and ass virgin tight."
	"Pixie Salve," Frelic took note, "I thought these two seemed unusually tight."
	"Yes," Varo explained, "all of our pets receive a treatment of this every three
days.  And it has another useful effect in addition to keeping them tight.  Go
ahead and make fists inside of them," he instructed.
	"Fist them?" Frelic hesitated, "Are you sure that is safe?  After all, they are
both pretty small, and I wouldn't want to inadvertently injure them."
	"Trust me," the Wolf insisted, "They will be alright."
	"Okay, here goes."  Frelic worked the rest of his fingers up into Shaasta and
Hansen, then he carefully curled them into fists, which he then slid even deeper
into their hot, tight depths, up to his wrists, so it looked like he was wearing
a pair of living gloves.  They both moaned yet again, much louder this time, as
they were stretched and stuffed.  The Furling had a second orgasm and added more
of his seed to what was already pooled in the bucket beneath him.
	Frelic was greatly impressed, "Absolutely amazing," he said, pumping his fists
rhythmically inside their nether depths, "So in addition to keeping them tight,"
he concluded, "the Pixie Salve also grants them extra durability and
pliability."
	"Exactly," Varo replied, "With this stuff, any of our pets here can safely take
even the most gifted master, or the largest of training shafts without having to
worry about accidentally finding themselves sent prematurely to the Nether
Realms."
	"Do you sell the salve here, or would I need to visit an alchemist to acquire a
few bottles?"
	"Oh, we sell it here," Varo assured him, "along with a number of other salves
and potions which the more active and devious pet owners may find essential."

	Frelic extracted his hands from the pets' bottoms, and like with Mistie, put
them to his nose, "Lilacs again," he noted, "So they have had the gehennite
treatment as well."
	"As per our standard procedures," Lilieblume said, "They had their first
cleansings three weeks ago, and will be due for their next treatment in about a
week from today."
	"Well, we will very likely be leaving town before then," Frelic said.
	"That is okay," Varo replied, "If you wish, you can bring them in before you
leave and I can give them the gehennite treatment.  It only takes about fifteen
minutes, and the cleansing is good for a full week.  Oh, and can I assume that
you are indeed going to purchase both of them?"
	"I believe they will be able to serve my needs," Frelic announced, as he helped
Shaasta and Hansen to their feet.  How much for each of them?"
	"For Hansen," Varo said, "thirty five gold pieces."
	"Good," Frelic nodded, hefting the money pouch that hung from his belt, "And
Shaasta?"
	"Well, originally, I had her priced at ten platinums, but she has since been
discounted to seven, due to so many potential customers finding funds for such
luxuries scarce these days."
	Frelic looked the girl over thoughtfully, then as a sly and mischievous smile
crossed his face, countered with, "I'll give you five for her."
	Instantly indignant, Shaasta gave him a look that could have turned a glacier
to steam, while Master Varo protested the counter offer, "But, sir, five
platinums is what I originally paid for her.  And if you take into account the
time and resources spent in training her, seven is the absolute lowest I could
go and do more than just break even."

	Frelic glanced over at Shaasta again.  She was still glaring at him, arms
folded across her breasts.  He then laughed and turned back to the Wolf, "Ah, I
was just kidding with my offer.  In fact, strange as it may sound, I wish to go
ahead and pay your original asking price for her.  She is more than worth ten
plats."  He felt a tap on his shoulder, and when he turned around, found a now
very happy fire-maned Elf girl hanging from his neck and planting a string of
sweet kisses on his cheeks and lips.  As before, he wrapped his arms around
Shaasta, pressing his hands against her bare bottom to support her.  She was of
course still quite sore and tender from her paddling, and she winced as Frelic's
hands firmly gripped her rear.  But she didn't care.  She and her Squirrel
friend were finally rescued, and that was worth having a sore ass.
	"Shaasta, stand down for a moment," Varo growled, his gaze dropping down to the
paddle he carried, "We are not yet finished here."
	Not quite ready to take yet another spanking, Shaasta detached herself from
Frelic, and stood submissively to his right, while Hansen took a position to the
wizard's left.  "Sorry, Master Varo," she apologized, "I sorta lost myself
there.  I'm just so happy that we are both being sold together."
	Frelic wrapped one arm around Shaasta's waist, and the other around Hansen's
shoulder and pulled them close to him, as they finalized the sale.  "So, ten
platinums and thirty five gold then, for the two of them, plus whatever other
accessories and supplies I may decide they need."
	"Oh, very good, sir," the Wolf smiled, "And thank you very much, sir.  It is
truly a pleasant surprise that you would offer to pay her original price even
though I was willing to sell for less."
	"Well, I do like to reward quality work," Frelic replied, "And what I have seen
here is nothing but quality, top of the line, as you stated earlier.
	Varo stammered a bit, actually at a loss for words for once, "Oh,
well...uhm...you embarrass me with your kind words, Master Willowpaw.  But
again, I thank you.  Now, would you like to properly initiate your soon-to-be
pets?  Normally, we charge a small fee of fifteen percent of the sale price, but
since you are buying them anyway, we can waive that detail."
	Frelic looked confused, Hansen looked hopeful, and Shaasta was blushing
considerably, "Initiate them?" Frelic asked, "I'm afraid I don't quite follow,"
	"In other words," Lilieblume explained, "Would you like to boink the babes
before we wrap up the sale?"
	"Oh," Frelic replied, himself now blushing, "Uhm, no.  I can wait until we get
back to the Hightail Inn, where I can explore their abilities in more depth in
the comfort of my own suite."
	"Are you certain?" Varo asked, "If a comfortable setting is the issue, we do
have privacy chambers here, where new owners can get properly acquainted with
their pets."
	"I am sure of this," Frelic affirmed, "I do prefer to wait."  He gave both pets
an affectionate pat on their sore behinds, "So then, what are we waiting for? 
Let's finish this show."

	Varo nodded and motioned for them to follow, "This way please."  He led them
back through the show room and past the partitions, bringing them back to the
lobby.  Lilieblume got busy filling out some parchmentwork while Frelic counted
out the gold and platinum coins from his money pouch, and placed them in Varo's
paw.  The Halfling laid out the parchments on the sales counter and handed a
quill to Frelic.
	"What is this?" Frelic asked, looking over the forms.
	"Oh, these are just the bills of sale and the transfer of ownership
certificates for Shaasta and Hansen," Varo explained, all you need to do is sign
on the lines that say 'Signature, sigil, or seal of purchaser', then we can take
them below for final processing.
	"That would be just a few final shots and then searing your mark on them,"
Lilieblume clarified.
	Frelic nodded and then signed his name on the forms while Varo congratulated
him on his purchases, "You have made some excellent selections, Master
Willowpaw.  These two should provide you a lifetime of faithful service and
pleasure.  And Shaasta, Hansen?  It has been a pleasure to have you two as part
of my shop.  You took your training and discipline remarkably well, and I can
truly say that Lilieblume and myself will dearly miss your presence here."  He
reached up and wiped a genuine stray tear from his muzzle then gave both of them
a loving embrace punctuated with a tender pat on their bottoms.  "You two behave
for your new owner, or at least behave most of the time."
	"Thank-you, Master Varo," Shaasta said, "You took very good care of us and
treated us well.  You can be sure that we will stop by here whenever we are in
town with Master."
	Hansen gave a shy smile, "It was really a fun four weeks, Master Varo.  I truly
enjoyed myself here, and had I known what it was like beforehand, I probably
would have sold myself to a pet shop years ago."

	"Master Varo," Frelic said, "I also want to thank you most sincerely for
looking after my sister and her companion.  When news came to me back in
Pinevale that Shaasta and Hansen had fallen to slavers, I feared the worst."
	Varo looked like he had just been struck by a stun bolt, "Y-your sister? 
Shaasta is your sister?"
	"Indeed she is," Frelic replied.
	"Yeah, I can see the resemblance now," Lilieblume said, "You two are twins,
aren't you?"
	"That we are," Shaasta confirmed, "That we are."
	"I must say," Varo chuckled, "this goes down in history as the most
unconventional rescue mission ever known.  Thank-you very much for not breaking
into my shop late at night and trashing the place."
	"Well, had Shaasta and Hansen been imprisoned in a slaver camp or something
similar, I would not have given a second thought to engaging in severe violence
in order to retrieve them," Frelic explained, "However, when I saw how your
store was managed, and how well you treated the pets, I instantly ruled out that
option.  After all, you are running a legitimate and legal business, so it would
have been wrong to steal from you or inflict damage on your property."
	"That is most honorable of you, Master Willowpaw," Varo said, "You are one
interesting and enigmatic personality indeed."

	"Frelic, can we go now?"  Shaasta prodded her brother, "I would really like to
go get cleaned up and then finally put some clothes on for the first time in
weeks."
	"Not yet," Frelic declared, "We still have to do your final processing."
	"Final processing, my ass,"  Shaasta growled, "Do you really think I'm going to
let you brand me?"  She glared at her brother, standing defiantly with her fists
on her hips.
	Frelic answered her challenge by hijacking Master Varo's paddle and landing
three hard swats on his sister's bottom, "Damn straight I am, sis.  I just
shelled out ten platinum pieces for you; that's a full thousand gold, you know. 
Did you really think I was just going to let you go off to just get yourself
back into trouble again?"
	Shaasta rubbed her butt and continued to glare, "But I thought this was a
rescue!" she argued.
	"You have been rescued," Frelic assured her, "And I am going to make certain
you stay rescued this time.  That is why I bought you, and that is why I am
keeping you."  he held up the sale and ownership certificates, then folded them
up and secured them in his belt satchel.
	"Ooh!" Lilieblume gasped, fascinated by this little exchange, "Master Willowpaw
is now the proud owner of a pet sister.  'Tis such a naughty idea indeed, makes
me all hot and tingly inside just thinking about it."

	Shaasta turned to Varo for support, "Master Varo, please help me here," she
pleaded, "Please tell Frelic that he can't do this to me."
	"I'm afraid he is right," the Wolf replied, "The sales are legitimate and
perfectly legal.  There are no laws stating that one can not own a 'pet sister'
as Lilieblume so cutely put it."
	"I am serious about this, Shaasta," Frelic said, his voice soft and solemn,
"This is for the best.  This is the second time that you have been abducted and
enslaved.  The first time, it took three years for me to find you.  This time
did not take nearly so long.  However, the next time; and chances are great that
there would indeed be a next time, you may not be so fortunate, and it could
even end up costing you your life.  Plus, I know that you would have done the
same for me had the situation been reversed, correct?"
	"Well," Shaasta thought for a moment, then smiled at the thought, "yes, now
that you mention it, I would have done the same, and ended up with a pet
brother."
	Frelic smiled and took his sister in his arms, "I will take good care of you,
Shaasta," he vowed, "I swear that I will never allow you to be stolen away
again."

	"Uhm, Master Frelic," Hansen said, tugging at the Elf's robes.
	"Yes, Hansen?" Frelic replied, releasing Shaasta from his embrace.  The Furling
looked worried and nervous.
	"What about me?" he asked, "Am I to be released, or will you be keeping me as
your pet as well?"
	Frelic laughed and patted the pouch that held the documents, "There is plenty
of room at WraithHold for one more, silly.  Of course i am keeping you as one of
my pets."
	Hansen sighed and smiled, "Oh thank-you very much, Master.  I was truly afraid
that you would want to set me free."  He leaped up, draped his arms around his
new master's neck, and nuzzled him cheek to cheek.
	Frelic placed his hands on the Squirrel's furry bottom to support him and gazed
into his sparkling eyes, "You sure have changed since your last adventure,"
Frelic said, smiling warmly at his other new pet, "I remember a time not too
long ago when you would not have even considered allowing another guy to do even
something like this," he planted a deep, affectionate kiss on the Furling boy's
muzzle, "let alone this," he added, once more sliding a finger up the Squirrel's
butt.  
	Hansen shrugged and returned the smile, his rump clenching around his Master's
finger, "Let's just say that I have gained considerable enlightenment from this
adventure.  I am indeed a changed Squirrel now.  I'll tell you more about all of
that later.  But it looks like Master Varo is waiting for us."
	Frelic extracted his finger from the Squirrel's ass, set him back down and
turned to the Wolf, who was waiting patiently for them to finish.  He handed
Frelic a pair of leather leashes, which the Elf attached to his pets' collars,
then with Varo and Lilieblume leading the way, they disappeared through the door
behind the counter, leading to the processing lab where they would truly
finalize the purchase.


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