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This is a spinoff tale from my Paddled Princess story.  It starts out
right where Chapter 2 of The Paddled Princess leaves off, and will end,
most likely in the middle of Chapter 3. 


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                         RedTails : Awakenings

                       Tiger Tiger Burning Bright

                                   By

                              Scarletdown


Chapter I: The Tiger and the Hawk


"Well anyway, I do have work to get back to," Regent Tormanin said, "So
you go see Toraq and have fun. I'll join you if I can. Now good evening
to you, Warden."

"Good night, your excellency," Court Warden Arlin returned. He executed
a graceful bow, then padded down a side corridor to the dungeons to
fetch Master Toraq, while the Regent made his way to his study to attend
to his business.

The Tiger swiped his access card through the reader slot by the door to
the dungeon. With a soft whoosh, it slid open, revealing a stone, spiral
staircase that led into the depths of the palace. Instead of the usual
electric lighting, this area was illuminated by old-fashioned torches
set at regular intervals in sconces on the walls. Despite this world's
modern high tech society, Master Toraq preferred to maintain his domain
in the style of old, as the castle was in the days when people traveled
about by carriage, horseback, or on foot. He claims that keeping a
traditional dungeon instead of modernizing has an indescribable
psychological effect on his charges, leaving no doubt in their minds
that they are here for punishment for their crimes. Arlin could not
argue with the Hawk's logic. The gloomy ambiance of the entire dungeon
level gave even him a subtle feeling of foreboding and despair. But, he
also found this area rather comfortable in its old school rusticness. Of
course, he would feel differently if he was here as one of Toraq's
tenants instead of as a friend and guest.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the reception area.
It was a small chamber with stone walls of course, and a floor of
unfinished wood. There was a large wooden door in the far wall, and to
its left was a large wood desk with a soft, leather-bound chair. The
desk and chair were unoccupied; apparently Toraq had sent Trish home
already. The walls were adorned with numerous paintings depicting
prisoners of various species, male and female undergoing a wide array of
punishments. All of the scenes, despite being rather macabre also
emanated not so subtle erotic overtones. This also enhanced the ambiance
of the dungeon, which showed new arrivals that for their crimes, they
would not only be subjected to intense punishments, but also that their
bodies and lives now belonged to Wardens Toraq and Skara-Bree and their
aides.


Since the day shift receptionist was not there to admit him, the Tiger
reached into his pocket and extracted an old-fashioned copper key, one
of the palace's original master keys. He inserted it into the keyhole in
the door and gave it a quarter turn. There was a soft click, then he
took a grip on the large iron ring above the keyhole, pulled the door
open, stepped into a narrow, dimly lit, stone corridor.

Arlin closed the door behind him and padded down the corridor. The stone
floor felt cool beneath his unshod feet, and the air was pleasantly
warm, its heat provided by the flickering, sputtering torches that lined
the walls. In the distance, he could hear the frequent crack of a whip,
followed by a pained yelp and moan from its unfortunate target. It
sounded like Master Toraq was still on duty and working late tonight.
Then again, the Dungeon Warden was in love with his work and was known
to put in a lot of overtime. From the sounds of the victims, Arlin had
an idea who Toraq was playing with this evening. As he rounded a bend in
the corridor, which opened out into a large chamber, considerably bigger
than the reception area, the Tiger's guess proved to be correct. The
main chamber, which palace personnel liked to call the playroom was
furnished with several large, wooden tables, fitted with iron shackles
at the corners. All of the thick wooden floor to ceiling support beams
had cast iron rings attached to them. Additionally, there were wooden
chairs lining the walls to the left and right. These were also fitted
with shackles, and their seats were covered in a loosely woven copper
mesh. The far wall had three dark, narrow passages leading back into the
depths of the dungeon where the prisoners were housed. Another passage
in the far right corner had a sign above it that read 'AUTHORIZED
PERSONNEL ONLY'. Between the entrances to the cell blocks, shelves and
display cases housed an impressive collection of tools crucial for
administering the Regent's justice on the miscreants unfortunate to find
themselves as guests down here. None of the tools were lethal, or
designed to cause serious permanent injury or disfigurement, but they
were all obviously quite fearsome, and very effective at administering
pain and humiliation on and in a deserving prisoner's intimate areas.
That was, of course, Master Toraq's favorite place to focus his energies
when giving his charges their workouts, at least those charges who had
the assets to get the Dungeon Warden aroused, such as the pair receiving
Toraq's loving touch in the center of the playroom.


Suspended from heavy chains hanging from the ceiling, their yellow,
taloned feet just barely touching the floor, were two Ornith Crows, the
father/daughter team of Beryl and Darlene, whom Denali had arrested
earlier that evening for armed robbery. The two birds were bound
together face to face with a wide leather belt around their waists.
Attending to the Crows was a handsome Ornith Hawk, dressed in nothing
but a black leather X-harness. He was circling the shackled up prisoners
as he enthusiastically wielded a long braided four-tail whip, landing it
with expert precision across their backs, bottoms, and thighs, not hard
enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to punish. The powerful
wings protruding from his back were spread wide to help him maintain his
balance and control, and with each stroke of the whip, his ruddy tail
feathers fanned out and lifted upwards to expose his own muscular and
shapely down-covered rear.

As he paced around the Crows, Arlin could see that he was thoroughly
enjoying his task, as the pink shaft of his cock was fully erect from
its sheath. The Crows cried out and moaned delightfully each time the
whip caressed their backsides with its kiss of fire. To those not
familiar with the eccentric ways of Master Toraq, both prisoners moaning
and squirming when one was struck would seem odd. But Arlin was quite
well aware of the Hawk's unique methods of administering punishment.
Judging by the way Beryl and Darlene's lower halves flexed and thrusted
against each other, the Tiger was fairly certain that they were actually
coupled together, and Toraq had inserted a stimulator probe into the
area between Beryl's sex and ass in order to keep him hard inside his
daughter throughout the whipping.

Finally, the Hawk noticed Arlin's presence. He paused in his task,
giving the Crows a brief respite from their ordeal, cocked his feathery
head to one side, and waved to his visitor.


"Ah, good evening, Court Warden," he said. His voice was gentle and
soothing, "Forgive me for not noticing you standing there earlier. As
you can see, I was rather wrapped up in my work. I hope that Otter lass
who delivered these two fine pieces of tail to me tonight might make a
visit down here soon. Beryl and Darlene are proving to be a wonderful
treat, and I would like to give her a personal thanking."

Arlin glanced down at the Hawk's erection and smiled, "Aye, I had a
feeling you would enjoy prepping your new toys. It appears that I was
right."

"Indeed," Toraq agreed, "You know me all too well, Arlin. I am truly
looking forward to beginning their training after their trial tomorrow.
They are going to make for a fine pair of slaves."

"Hopefully, they will end up with the same owner. It would be a pity to
see them taken away from each other."

"Wait a moment," Beryl interrupted, his voice a raspy moan, "Are you
implying that all we've been through since we arrived down here has not
been a part of slave training? I mean, the whippings, that needle-sharp
probe between my intimates, and being forced to engage in incestuous
pleasures with my daughter?"

Master Toraq laughed melodiously and gave the Crow a playful slap on his
feathery butt, "Ah, no, sweet tail, this has been nothing more than your
initial disciplining for your crime. The real training will begin
tomorrow after you are brought before Regent Tormanin for judgment and
sentencing. And son, I can't even begin to describe the activities that
my crew and I have in store for you."

Arlin smirked at the bound birds, "Some of them you may even learn to
enjoy and crave over time."

Darlene glared at the Tiger and snapped back, "Like fuck we will! We are
not going to become slaves. I just know that our counsel will come
through for us and spring us early."

Arlin took a few steps forward and glared back menacingly at the
impudent Ornith girl. In one smooth motion, his lightning crop was in
his hand and fully extended. The rod hissed in a graceful upward arc and
landed squarely under Darlene's tail feathers, striking dead center
across her sit spot. With the impact, there was a loud snap, and the
girl gave out a pained scream as an intense electric charge rippled
through her bottom. This had a side effect of causing her to tense and
flex, which caused her father to moan helplessly as her sex clenched
tight around his cock; which in turn, caused him to finally unload his
hot seed inside her.

Master Toraq's liquid gold eyes were wide as an Owl's, and his beak was
half opened in amazement as the two Crows orgasmed together, "I am truly
impressed," he said in mock awe, "You, my dear friend have the magic
touch. You really should come work with me down here, you know. We would
make a legendary team."

Arlin smiled and shrugged, "Well, you got them primed for me, Toraq. I
could tell when I arrived that they were both close to the brink
already. And as tempting as your suggestion sounds, my place is up top.
 From each according to his abilities, and all that, you know."

Toraq nodded and patted the Tiger on the shoulder, "Yes, as it has
always been and always shall be. Still, you are always welcome down here
any time if you are bored and need some entertainment."

The Tiger idly caressed and kneaded Darlene's sore, abused rump and
nodded thoughtfully, "I will keep your invitation in mind. And by the
way, why are you working alone tonight? Where's the rest of your crew?"


"Ah, I sent them home shortly after these two were checked in. It was a
pretty slow night, and I figured that they could all knock off early."
He coiled up his whip and hung it on his belt, reached up to unlock the
overhead shackles, and unbuckled the strap binding Beryl and Darlene to
each other, "As long as you're down here, would you mind helping me
finish their initial punishment?"

"But of course," Arlin replied. He stood behind Darlene, wrapped his
arms around her waist, and pulled. The girl gave a soft gasp and moan as
her father's cock exited from her depths, still hard and dripping a
trickle of his seed onto the stone floor, "Where do you want her?"

Toraq gestured to one of the work tables, "Over there is fine. Shackle
her down in the invite position." He grabbed Beryl by the shoulder and
guided him to a table facing the one he had directed Arlin to. "Get up
there, turn around, and kneel" he ordered.

The Crow obediently climbed up onto the table, turned and faced the
Dungeon Warden, and dropped to his knees.

"Now, lay down with your arms out, legs spread, and ass in the air."

"Like your daughter, Beryl," Arlin said. Darlene was securely trussed up
on the table facing her father. Her breasts were pressed against the
hard wood; her tail feathers were spread and raised, and her bottom was
thrust tantalizingly high in the air, providing easy access to both her
sex and aft channel.

Beryl nodded his head and followed his daughter's lead, presenting his
plush butt for Toraq's administrations. The Hawk strutted around behind
the Crow, reached between his legs, and yanked out the stimulator probe
that had kept him erect throughout the whipping, causing him to gasp and
squawk loudly. He gasped again when he felt a taloned finger playfully
probe past his southern star and wiggle around inside his nether depths.

"Ah yes," Toraq cooed, "you two are indeed going to be a pleasure to
train. It was most kind of you to commit your armed robbery in my
jurisdiction. I have been needing a good challenge for quite some time,
you know." He removed his finger from the Crow's ass, and stuck it in
his beak, tasting his prisoner's intimate flavor.

"Mmmm, you are quite delicious, you know. Now, I have a special treat
for you and Darlene. Since we are going to become intimately familiar
with your asses, inside and out, we need to get them properly
conditioned and receptive."

Arlin chuckled, "Let me guess, the porcupine shaft?"

Toraq winked and nodded his head, "But of course. Only the best for a
couple hot pieces of tail like these." He sashayed over to one of the
storage shelves and picked up a small glass jar and a pair of rather
long and thick butt plugs.


"Ooh, I'm so fucking scared," Darlene taunted, "The big bad dungeon
warden is armed with a butt plug. Oh fear, oh dread." The girl's tail
feathers fanned out and flirted upward as if she was daring Toraq to use
his toy on her.

"Darlene," Beryl interjected, "mind your place, young lady. Remember, we
are Master Toraq's prisoners. And considering our current positions,
'tis unwise to mouth off to our master like that."

"Oh get real, daddy," she shot back, "It's not as if neither of us have
ever had our bottoms stuffed before. Granted, that shaft is a bit longer
and thicker than I'm used to, but fuckity-fuck! Anal play is a major
Ornith pastime."

Arlin patted Darlene's rump, chuckled, and cast a knowing glance at the
Hawk, "Heh. That's a most grave understatement if ever I heard one. Anal
is a major pastime for many Furling species as well. But for you
feathertails, your bottom fixation seems more like a major religion."

"Yes yes," Toraq laughed. He spread his wings and flirted his ruddy tail
plumage up, "On behalf of all our feathered brethren; Ornith,
non-Ornith, and those in between, I plead guilty as charged. Our downy
aft ends are our pride, made to be used and abused."

"And the more intense the abuse," Arlin added, "the happier you are."

"Indeed and correct," the Redtail affirmed. On cue, he touched a taloned
finger to a red button set in the base of the plug. "You are still young
and naive, dear child. For sure you have already known many of the
pleasures beneath the tail feathers which our kind hold dear."

He turned his gaze to Beryl, "Am I correct?"

The elder Crow nodded his head, "Aye, master. My daughter is a sexy
young Ornith lass who has completed nearly sixteen trips around the sun.
Your question is rhetorical."

Toraq gave Beryl a playful swat on the rump, then turned his attention
back to the ever defiant Darlene, "But, my tender slaves, I can tell by
the look in your eyes and the sweet scent of your fear that neither of
you have yet fully embraced our most highly beloved and most intimate
passion."


He held the shaft up for the Crows to see. The once smooth surface was
now bristling with long, needlelike spikes, like porcupine quills, "Pain
beneath our tails is the sweetest pleasure that we can know, whether it
is the kiss of the paddle or crop or whip upon our lovely bottoms, or
the ecstasy of agonizing punishment coursing through your nether
passage."

"No...fucking...way," Darlene protested. Her eyes were wide with pure
terror, and her tail feathers dropped to protectively cover her
vulnerably exposed southern star. "You are NOT going to shove that up my
ass."

"Yes fucking way," Arlin growled, forcibly lifting her tail feathers
back up and taking a firm grip on her bottom. His claws dug into her
rump, not deep enough to pierce her flesh and draw blood, but still
enough to cause the girl to yelp and whimper. "It is not as if you have
a choice in this matter. You belong to Master Toraq now, and if he
decrees that your rectal chamber is to be pin cushioned, then it will be
pin cushioned Slaves do not negotiate their punishments."

"But master," Beryl interrupted, "Won't that thing, you know, kill us?
As far as I know, bank robbery is not a capital crime."

"You must trust your master," Toraq advised his slaves, "We will take
measures to keep this activity from causing lethal harm or even
permanent damage. I have tested the porcupine shaft on myself and my
crew, and we are all still alive, healthy, and yiffy as ever."

Arlin released his grip on Darlene's butt and picked up the small jar
that the Hawk had taken from the shelf. "This is what will keep you
undamaged." He handed the jar to the Hawk.

Toraq untwisted the lid and dipped his fingers into the clear gel
inside. "This is what is known as Unicorn Salve. As you are most likely
aware, a Unicorn's horn is capable of healing even the most grevious of
wounds. And according to legends, Lady Inanna; the Mink herself,
discovered that the horn can heal even while it harms."

"But master," Beryl interrupted again, "I thought it was the Mink's
master and brother, Lord Azoral, who discovered this when he made his
pet sister ride a Unicorn as an experimental punishment, impaled up the
ass on his horn."

Toraq nodded and laughed, then thrust his fingers up Beryl's ass,
thoroughly swabbing his rectal wall with the gel, "Ah, I see that you
are familiar with the legends of the Falcon and the Mink. Very good,
very good indeed. A well rounded slave should be well versed in the
traditions those two initiated millennia ago." He removed his fingers
from the Crow's depths and licked off the remaining traces of the salve.

"Mmm, perfect. I'm tempted to purchase you myself after we complete your
training." The Hawk gently ran his free hand over the Crow's shapely
rump, squeezing and kneading the plush, feathered flesh, and even more
gently circling the tip of one talon around the tight, vulnerable rear
opening. This caused Beryl to shudder and moan; the pink shaft of his
maleness again protruded from the sheath between his thighs.

Toraq took Beryl's stiff member in his hand and playfully stroked it,
causing the Crow to squirm and whimper even more, "My my. Did your
daughter know before tonight that her daddy was and is a hightailed
whore at heart?" He lifted his gaze from his slave's assets to peer at
the young Ornith girl trussed up on the table facing them. Darlene was
trying hard not to struggle too much as the Tiger standing behind her
worked his fingers deep inside her, lubing her up and thoroughly coating
her rectal wall with the Unicorn Salve.

"No, she most likely did not know," Toraq continued, answering his own
question. He touched the red switch on the base of the porcupine shaft,
and the spikes once again retracted back beneath its surface. He pressed
the tip of the plug against Beryl's tailhole, then slid it deep inside
him in one smooth motion until the base was resting snug against his
black, downy cheeks. This brought the Crow to orgasm for the second time
tonight. His eyes closed; his back arched; his bottom thrust upward, and
his seed spilled from within him into Toraq's hand and onto the table.

"No, I saw your records during your inprocessing," the Hawk continued,
still stroking his slave's pulsing, bobbing cock, "You never whored
yourself out. That was your daughter's task, for which you served as her
financial manager." He released his grip and licked the Crow's juices
off his hand. "But by the time I am finished with your training, that
will change. You are going to become one of Lovenmusk's favorite
attractions. Your ass will indeed become your greatest and most valuable
asset. You my dear girl, will become one of the finest whores the world
has ever known."

Arlin finished prepping Darlene and removed his fingers from her ass,
licking off the remnants of the salve, "And I know just the two to train
her," he offered, following Toraq's example and referring to Beryl in
feminine terms.

"That Raccoon girlfriend of yours?"

The Tiger rested an arm on the girl's rump, "Yes, Allisson can more than
handle your little feathered lady there. And I'm sure my dear little
sister would be more than happy to assist."

"Ah, so Allisson actually went ahead and apprenticed Amanda? It's about
time. With that Ringtail's help, I predict that your sister is going to
make quite a name and fortune for herself down on all fours and on her
back." He turned his attention back to Beryl, "But we will deal with
that when the time comes. Now, dear girl, let's get your nethers
properly punished. On the count of three. One..."


A taloned finger touched the red switch once more. A muffled click was
heard inside Beryl. Half a moment later, the Crow gave a piercing yelp
and his entire body tensed so severely, it looked like he could tear
himself in two at any moment. Once he regained his breath, he broke into
an ear splitting wail of pure agony while his body thrashed about
uncontrollably, straining against the bonds that held him secure on the
table. Toraq watched the show for a minute. His cock was stiff and erect
from its sheath as the Crow's screams and struggles filled him with
tremendous infernal arousal. He could not resist landing a pair of hard,
open-handed slaps on Beryl's upthrust, flexing ass. His talons dug into
the feathery nether flesh like nails with each swat. The trussed up bird
hardly noticed the biting smacks on his ass of course. No spanking could
override the unfathomable torture of all those needle-like spikes that
were piercing his nether chamber.

The Hawk turned his gaze back to Arlin and Darlene. The Tiger was
struggling to insert the other porcupine shaft up the girl's ass. She
was fighting him as best as she could, struggling to keep her southern
star flexed tight to keep the infernal plug out of her depths. The
girl's face reflected pure unadulterated terror as she watched her daddy
thrashing about on the table across from her, and she was determined to
avoid such a fate for as long as possible.

"Yes indeed, class," Toraq said, raising his voice so he could be heard
above Beryl's screams, "as I said, pain is pleasure. But for those like
our guests who have not yet learned to embrace this agony, the pleasure
is for those administering the pain, as you can clearly see by my own
state of pride."


"Butt Master Toraq," Arlin shouted. He felt a moment of cleverness for
taking Beryl's earlier pleadings and using them to bestow a new, and
truly appropriate title upon his feathered friend, "This one is being
most uncooperative. She refuses to relax so I can insert the shaft.
Granted, I can understand why. But still..."

Toraq touched a switch under the front ledge of Beryl's table. A faint
blue-white glow emanated from the surface, and suddenly, all was quiet.
The Crow was still struggling in his bonds and he was still screaming
and wailing, but no sound escaped from his throat. "Aural dampening
field," he explained.

"As much as I enjoy hearing the moans and screams of my slaves as they
endure their punishment, it does make it difficult to focus on other
tasks. Now, what's this about my other slave not letting the Tiger
insert the shaft up her butt? This is most inappropriate, young lady.
Fortunately for you and us, we do have a remedy for stubborn young brats
like yourself. Arlin, touch the tip of the plug to her opening and push
the white button."

The Tiger took a look at the base of the porcupine shaft, "Which white
button, the blue-white one or the off-white one?"

"The off-white button," Toraq replied, "Using the blue-white button this
early in the procedure would defeat the purpose of this portion of the
punishment."

Arlin nodded and touched the tip of the shaft to Darlene's southern
star. He touched a claw to the off-white button in the base, and the
shaft gave off a soft electric hum. The Ornith girl gasped and moaned
seductively. Her tailhole unclenched and feminine juices dripped from
her hot sex onto the table beneath her. The Tiger immediately thrust the
long shaft up the Crow's butt until the base was pressed against her
bottom. Before she could react to the insertion, Arlin touched the red
switch, and as with Beryl, a muffled click could be heard inside her.

Another ear piercing scream shattered the serene silence of the dungeon,
and like her daddy, Darlene thrashed about in her bonds in a futile
attempt to find relief from the horrific pain coursing through her
rectum as the spikes of the porcupine shaft bit deep into her inner
flesh. Between gasps and wails, the girl cried and begged for mercy and
release from the punishment filling her ass. But of course, there would
be no release or mercy forthcoming any time soon. And like her father,
Darlene's screams were soon neutralized by a press of a switch under the
table's ledge, which activated another dampening field.

Arlin purred softly to himself. His maleness pressed hard against his
tight leathers as he watched this tendertail bird writhe in sweet agony
on the table before him. And with her sex vulnerably exposed and flexing
rhythmically with her struggles, the Tiger was tempted to strip and take
the girl right there on the table in front of her father and Toraq. No
one would have complained if he had followed his animal instincts. After
all, these two Crows were slaves now. They had no rights to how their
assets were used, other than the basic rights of life, nourishment, and
freedom from permanent injury or disfigurement. However, Darlene and
Beryl were Toraq's properties, and it would be a breach of protocol to
have his way with them before their master could take his pleasure
first. The Tiger's arousal did not escape the Hawk's notice.


"Be my guest, Warden. I will have plenty of opportunities to use her in
the coming months. So indulge yourself while I do a bit of tidying up
before the night shift crew arrives."

"Thank-you, Butt Master Toraq," Arlin purred, "Your generosity is
legendary." He stripped off his pants. His cock, free from its bonds at
last, stood fully erect from its sheath, the tip glistening with precum
in anticipation of probing this young bird's treasure hole.

Toraq whistled appreciatively at the sight of the Tiger's ample maleness
bobbing before him in the warm dungeon air, "Oh, 'tis such a lovely
piece, Arlin, a true work of art. And it is such a pity that you only
lean towards feminine tails. Such an impressive shaft would be pure
bliss under my tail feathers"

Arlin felt the insides of his ears heat up, both embarrassed and
flattered. He recalled his brief bit of chatter with Everett a few hours
ago at Up Yours, but couldn't bring himself to repeat what he had hinted
to the Secretary Bird. Instead, he just nodded and gave the Hawk a
sheepish grin, then climbed up on the table behind the writhing Crow. He
pushed her tail feathers back up and took a firm, two handed grip on the
girl's rump and hips, claws once again digging into her flesh. His groin
pressed lightly against her bottom and the tip of his cock stood out
poised at the downy opening of her sex.

He paused and took a deep breath, then reached out with his thoughts to
touch Darlene's mind. Time seemed to distort and slow down almost to a
standstill.


<:: Please, I beg of you, no... ::>


Arlin was momentarily stunned. There had been nothing in her file about
her being psionically empowered. But here she was, pleading with him via
telepathic sending. He made a mental note to investigate later and
discover why this rather important revelation had been overlooked.


<:: Don't fight it, child. Do not forget that you are a slave. You
belong to Master Toraq to use and abuse as he sees fit. And he has seen
fit to grant me first use of your assets. ::>


<:: Please have mercy, Warden. Dozens of needles are piercing my aft
chamber. How can I put out for you when I am suffering such agony? ::>


<:: That does not matter. Consider this moment to be a part of your
training. Do you remember what your master said earlier? ::>


<:: Aye, pain is pleasure. Yet I fail to see how one can draw pleasure
from this punishment which you and Master Toraq have inflicted within
me. ::>


<:: In time, that will change. It will take a lot of training and
conditioning, but eventually you will learn to embrace this pain and
others on and up your butt. You will learn to ride the agony to climaxes
that you can not even begin to fathom. You will become a slave worthy of
our world renowned Master Toraq. You will... ::>


Before Darlene could respond further, Arlin slid his long, thick cock
deep into her tight, slick egg passage. He blocked out her thoughts for
the moment as he rode her. He wanted to focus only on the moment. He did
not want to hear any more of her thoughts. All that mattered was that he
use her assets as they were meant to be used. The sole purpose for
Darlene's existence at this moment in time, was for his pleasure.
Nothing else mattered.

He started with slow, gentle thrusts, taking his time with her and
savoring every passionate moment inside her wonderfully hot depths.
Darlene continued to writhe beneath him, mostly from the spikes piercing
her rectal wall. But now, the feel of the Tiger's cock sliding in and
out of her and stretching her tender sex caused her struggles to
intensify. She clenched and relaxed rhythmically as Arlin took her like
the whore she was meant to be.

Arlin briefly dropped his mental shield and touched her mind again. As
he had predicted, the girl was managing to find pleasure amidst the
punishing bite of the porcupine shaft filling her ass. He increased the
intensity of his thrusts until his groin and balls were slamming hard
against her bottom. Darlene countered by grinding her ass against him
each time his cock pounded into her, and her wings began to beat
frantically as a confusing tide of passion rippled through her body. The
girl's writhings became so hot and heavy that the Tiger had to lower
himself on her back. His paws took a firm grip on her feathery
midsection and her perky breasts, while his powerful chest against her
back held her wings in place, spread eagle. Five interminable minutes
later, a low growl rumbled deep in Arlin's throat. His jaws gently
clamped down on Darlene's shoulder, and he made one final thrust. Time
came to a standstill again as he closed his eyes and his entire body
tensed tight. His hot seed pumped fast and hard into the girl's depths,
and finally he was spent for the moment.

He released his grip on the girl's shoulder, and nuzzled her neck and
cheek. He lingered inside her for a quarter minute more, then
reluctantly extracted his cock from her sex and dismounted. As he
stepped away from the trussed up, freshly raped slave and pulled his
leather pants back on, Toraq stepped in and jabbed a needle into her
soft upturned bottom, injecting a thick, blue serum into her from the
attached syringe.

"Peace of Mind," he said. "While you were raping her, I realized that
she had not received her PoM shot yet. Don't want to accidentally have a
fertilized egg on our hands, you know, what with all the legal paperwork
and whatnot that would entail. So, if you don't mind my probing, how was
she?"


Arlin took a deep breath and regained his bearings, "You have a real
treasure on your hands, Butt Master. In fact, when she goes up for sale,
you may have some competition to contend with. And you know that is a
sign that the universe is about to come to an end when I would actually
consider purchasing a slave."

Toraq removed the needle from the girl's butt and tossed it and the
syringe into a nearby disposal hole in the floor, "So then, Arlin, what
brings you here to my domain? Are you seeking counsel in naughty
matters, or perhaps seeking a slave to serve as a devoted companion for
a night of passion? Or did you just stop in to say hello and good
night?"

"The first point is correct. The second is partially so," Arlin replied.
"I want to schedule appointments with you for Kennewick, Katella, and
the princess. They are getting to that age, if you know what I mean."

Toraq nodded understanding, "It's about time, I say. So, I take it you
want me to give those three the Awakening lecture?"

"Yes. And also, Regent Tormanin wants them all started on Peace of Mind
as of tomorrow. We have a feeling that Kennewick is going to be boinking
Princess Amalie real soon, judging by the way she was swooning after him
during their punishment earlier tonight."

"No problem. I've been looking forward to this moment for quite some
time. What else did you wish to see me about?"


Arlin put a paw on his friend's shoulder, "Well, I have a busy night
ahead of me, involving a Ferret lass from up north, she's an acolytic
student, a Rabbit Whore from Arborvale, and then who knows what else at
Up Yours. I was hoping that you would be able to join me for a guys'
night out, if you don't have any other plans."

"Up Yours? That's Everett and Rhiana's place, correct?" Toraq asked.

Arlin nodded, "Aye. It's definitely worth paying them a visit."

"Count me in then. I need a bit of down time, and it will be good to see
my old school time fuckmates again. 'Tis been way too long. But we need
to wait until Skara-Bree and her night shift crew checks in. In the
meantime, how about joining me in my chambers for drinks and chatter?"

Arlin nodded and smiled, "Lead the way...Butt Master."

Leaving the Crows trussed up on the tables to silently suffer in their
punishment for a while longer, the Hawk took the Tiger by the paw and
led him down the passage that bore the 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY' sign.



"So tell me, Arlin," Toraq said as he loosened and removed his work
harness, "Who was it that really got you worked up before you came down
to visit?"

The Tiger paused in his pacing, looked over the now skyclad Hawk, and
cocked his head to one side, "What do you mean, bird?"

"Oh come now. I scented your arousal when you first walked in on me and
the Crows. And that bulge you had...in fact, still have beneath your
leathers confirmed it. Surely that wasn't caused by my work on those
birds' backsides with my whip."

Arlin felt the insides of his ears heat up again. He dropped his gaze to
a spot on the floor in front of him and clasped his paws behind his
back, "You are a shrewd judge of character indeed, my friend. Nothing
seems to escape your notice."

Toraq strutted over to the mini bar near the entrance to his private
kitchen, and bent over to rummage through the wide selection of
relaxants that he maintained for himself and his guests, "So who was it?
Oh, go ahead and have a seat and make yourself comfortable first."

Arlin pulled off his sleeveless shirt and tossed it aside, then padded
over to one of the big soft couches near the fireplace. All the while,
he could not keep his eyes off of Toraq's plush, down-covered bottom.
The way the Hawk was keeping his tail feathers spread and raised as he
worked, and idly swishing his backside back and forth, it was obvious
that he was specifically playing and flirting with him in hopes of
finally breaking down the Tiger's inhibitions and getting his ass filled
with feline meat.

"It's been one fuckuva night," he began, "It seems like everyone wants
to play with the Tiger lately."

Toraq stood upright again, holding a bottle of some emerald-colored wine
and a pair of medium-sized crystal chalices. He set them down on top of
the bar and peered coyly over his shoulder at his friend, "Well, you
can't blame them now, eh what? After all, a handsome, powerful, leather
clad boog like you? Any girl would be a fool to not want your cock
inside of her, even those who would normally lean towards other girls."
He turned his attention back to the bar and poured the green wine,
filling both chalices half way. "Ah, fuck. Any boy, for that matter
would be a fool as well to not want your cock inside of him," he
amended.

Arlin sighed and turned to watch the Hawk sashay towards him,
feather-clad hips swishing back and forth with each step like a waitress
at Up Yours. Toraq never ceased to amaze him with his ability to switch
demeanors at will from the stern and powerful dungeon warden to a
sultry, seductive, and submissive 'lady'. He had to give the bird credit
for his talents. Even for one such as himself, who had only ever engaged
in passionate trysts with real girls, he could not deny that this
redtail was no less desirable than the likes of Allisson or Amanda, as
the stiffness which persisted beneath his leathers attested.


"Thank-you for your kind flattery," he purred, "I was honored to learn
that so many desired my company. However, I was also embarrassed to
learn that it was not only the girls, but guys that wanted me as well,
specifically Everett."

Toraq laughed softly, handed a chalice to Arlin and sat down next to
him, crossing one leg over the other, and gently patting the Tiger on
the thigh, "Now now, my friend, you make it sound as if that is a bad
thing. Having that silly bird lust for your maleness inside him is
nothing to be ashamed of. And believe me, boinking his lovely bottom is
a most wondrous experience."

Now it was Arlin's turn to laugh. He took a sip of his wine then placed
a paw on Toraq's hand, "Yes, you of all people would know best. It's no
secret that you two were lovers back when we were in school."

"Guilty as charged." The Hawk took a dainty sip of his drink and smiled
sweetly up at the Tiger, "But it was more than just the two of us. It
was actually a love triangle, as Rhiana was also involved. Though truth
to tell, she served more as a shared pleasure pet between the two of us.
But we both loved that girl as much as we loved each other. 'Tis a pity
that Everett recently married his sister though."

"Oh? How so? They seem to be a perfect match, and are quite happy
together."

Toraq briefly averted his golden eyes from the Tiger's inquisitive gaze,
took another sip, and sighed wistfully, "I say that out of jealousy, I
must confess. You see, I was seriously considering asking Everett to be
my bride or to take me as his. Ah well, such is life and love. It turns
out I was a little too slow and Rhiana became his mate instead."


Arlin removed his paw from Toraq's hand and put his arm around him,
letting the Hawk rest his feathered head on his shoulder. Without even
thinking about it, he gave him a friendly pat and squeeze on the flank
as he consoled his childhood friend, "All is not lost, silly bird. You
of all people should know good and well that sluts like Everett and
Rhiana would have an open marriage. If you really want him, I am sure
that Everett would gladly take in another mate."

Toraq looked adoringly up at Arlin and nuzzled his shoulder and neck
with his beak, "Surprisingly, I never considered that possibility.
Complex marriages have become rather uncommon on our world these days."

"There's no laws against such an arrangement," Arlin reminded him,
"After all, in a society where people can be legally bought and sold as
slaves and pleasure pets, and where sibling revelry is as normal and
accepted as breathing, it would be a gross hypocrisy to make something
as benign as polymating a taboo."

The Hawk snuggled closer to the Tiger, his free hand now idly inching
towards Arlin's inner thigh, "Ah yes, I will consider approaching
Everett and Rhiana about this soon, possibly even tonight when we pay
their little night club a visit."

"Atta girl," Arlin purred, giving Toraq an affectionate swat on the
flank. "Knowing the three of you, I have no doubt that you will
perversevere." He chuckled softly at his own joke, then took another
longer pull of his drink, swishing the wine around in his mouth and
savoring its sweetness before swallowing.


"Say! This is fantastic stuff," he said, momentarily changing the
subject, "What is it?"

Toraq held up his chalice which was still three quarters full, "It's
called Dryad's Dream, imported from Arborvale. I bought several bottles
from some Spriett trader who had set up temporary shop in the bazarre
today. Handsome fellow he was, and another who I wouldn't mind being
boinked by. But he didn't seem the type who would do another girly-guy,
so I didn't pursue that course of seduction."

Arlin laughed again and snugged the Hawk close to him, "You are just as
obsessed with your own aft end as Kennewick is with his, always looking
for an excuse to stuff something fulfilling up there. Is there anyone
you wouldn't bend over and lift your tail feathers for, you little
slut?"

"Well, erm... Let me think... No. No one I can think of at the moment,"
Toraq flashed a mischievous, tipsy grin up at the Tiger and playfully
preened his neck and shoulder with his beak. "And speaking of Kennewick,
how is she, er, he and his sister doing these days? It's been too long
since they were last sent down to me for discipline on their or Princess
Amalie's behalf. I really miss paddling their cute little musky
bottoms." He sighed wistfully.

"The twins are sleeping with sore butts tonight," Arlin replied, filling
Toraq in on the latest gossip, "Against Tormanin's wishes, Princess
Amalie convinced them to go with her to Up Yours and get some stage
time."

"Oh, I wish I could have seen that. How did they fare?"

"All I can say is those three danced like professionals. They nearly
upstaged Rhiana even, and when I hauled them out of there, their asses
were so full of cash capsules and coins, they could barely walk." The
Tiger shifted uncomfortably on the couch. The thought of the three
tenders and that Secretary Bird cavorting about on the stage, flashing
their assets, and working those dance poles renewed the aching erection
he had been sporting since before coming down to the dungeon.

This did not escape Toraq's notice. In an effort to help his friend
become a little more comfortable, the Hawk slid his hand up the Tiger's
thigh, unfastened the clasp on his pants, reached in, and gently grasped
his cock, pulling it out so it stood stiff and free from its tight
leather prison. He gazed longingly at the hard fleshy shaft and
teasingly ran a talon along its underside, causing Arlin to gasp and
purr like a kitten.


"You'll have to let me know in advance next time when they are scheduled
to perform. Tendertails they may be, but they are most certainly
pleasing to the eye."

Arlin gasped again as Toraq continued teasing and stroking his shaft,
then he chuckled softly, "Sorry, my friend. I'm afraid you might have to
either seduce Everett into letting you borrow the footage from his
security cameras, or try to get the kids to put on a private performance
for you. This was an unscheduled act tonight, and the Regent was not
very happy about his daughter showing off her treasures to a drunken,
yiffy crowd."

"Ah yes, Tormanin's obsession with the family's image. I suppose he's
never going to understand that a hot young nymph like Amalie could very
well boost their approval ratings in the public's eye beyond his wildest
imaginations."

Arlin shrugged, "He might eventually. But he was more concerned about
the kids' safety. We might be able to maintain a close watch on that
part of town, and keep the people in line and whatnot, but we can't keep
Amalie and her pets under lock and key around the clock, and her actions
could someday attract the attention of slavers or worse. And that is why
Kennewick and Katella had to be paddled tonight."

Toraq smiled and sighed wistfully at the thought of the two young Skunks
getting their furry bottoms roasted, "Ah, another show I would have
loved to see. 'Tis a pity you didn't summon me to be a witness. So then,
how many swats did they take this time?"

The Tiger finished his jade wine, closed his eyes, leaned back on the
couch and shuddered uncontrollably, guiltily enjoying the magic that the
Hawk was working on his maleness with his hand and talons, "Twenty
each," he purred, "with Princess Amalie's paddling to be taken and
shared between Kennewick and Katella."

"Mmmmm... Did you take them over your lap, or did you have them bend
over this time?"

"Kennewick and Katella took their paddling over my lap," Arlin revealed,
"then they took Amalie's bent over with their paws on the bench.
Tormanin administered his daughter's spanking to them of course, since
he's Amalie's father and it was her punishment they were taking."

"Sounds like it was a wonderful show. 'Tis a pity though that the Regent
is so old school and subscribes to the belief that a princess is above
getting spanked. I would so much love to see her bratness get her lovely
regal bottom reddened one of these days, especially if I could be the
one to redden her lovely regal bottom."

"You and me both, Buttmaster," Arlin agreed, "All it would take is one
good hard session with the paddle for her to understand just how much
her girlfriends suffer for her. She would then think twice or more
before going off on her little misadventures if she really and truly
knew what was in store for her paddlegirls when they got caught."

"Aye, but that is Tormanin's call. There's nothing we can do to change
Regency policy in that department," Toraq mused, "At least we can dream,
and we do have the twins with their sweet asses to abuse as needed." A
devilish gleam flickered in his eyes, "Oh, and we have the lovely Lady
Tormanin as well. Thankfully, unlike her daughter, she doesn't accept
immunity from the paddle and other physical disciplines. That was a
wonderful session I had with her down here late this morning. I'm sure
that she had to attend her various social functions on her feet this
afternoon. I'll have to tell you all about it later."

Arlin pulled the Hawk onto his lap and smiled down affectionately at
him. The Tiger's stiff cock pressed teasingly along the length of the
warm, downy crevasse between the bird's nether cheeks, "Damn, but you
really are obsessed with pretty bottoms, girl."

Toraq squirmed on Arlin's lap, his own cock stiffening harder with the
feel of the Tiger's maleness beneath him, so tantalizingly close to his
tight southern star, "No moreso than any other red-blooded Ornith or
Furling," he argued, "Well, perhaps a little moreso. But still, in my
line of work...well...you know what it's like."

"If you mean those street sentences that I administer to select
miscreants at my discretion," Arlin replied, "Then yes, I do understand.
I will admit that it is one of my favorite benefits of being a Street
Hunter."

"And your other task as well?" Toraq prodded, "You know, that delightful
task of paddling Amalie's pets, which I sense is what really has you
worked up tonight?"

"What? Truth to tell, I wasn't expecting an Ornith inquisition."

"Heh. Don't you know? Nobody expects an Ornith inquisition. But anyway,
you didn't answer my question."

Arlin sighed again and wrapped his arms around the Hawk, running his
paws along his inner thighs and up his stomach and breast, "Guilty as
charged. There's just something I can't explain about Katella and
Kennewick. I know it's not proper for me, but every time I have them
over my lap or bent over a table, I just want to take them and..."

Toraq finished the confession for him, "And boink the daylights out of
them. I fully understand your feelings, my dear friend, and there is no
cause for shame. Those two are definite head turners and unintentional
cock teases. And you are not alone. There are many others at the palace,
both male and female, who would love to have a night alone with either
of them, myself included."

"Both of them, I presume?"


The Hawk laughed melodically, "But of course. Kennewick is every bit a
hot piece of tail as his sister. And with the right training, like from
Allisson and your sister for example, he could easily become one of the
most successful whores the world has ever known, the delight of kings
and emperors from here to the farthest reaches of Lockke and beyond."

"You really think so?"

"Believe me, lad. I have a gift for judging a girl's potential value as
a pleasure toy, even if that girl is really a boy. In fact, that day
that you first delivered them to me for punishment after they were
brought in for pickpocketing three years ago, I really wanted to stuff
this shaft of mine in them and teach them how to use their assets to
earn their keep without turning to crime." He took said shaft between
his thighs in his hand, giving it a squeeze and a few strokes.

"Well why didn't you?" Arlin asked. His hands ran back down the Hawk's
sides and again along his inner thighs, teasingly avoiding his friend's
aching maleness, "After all, for that short time, they belonged to you.
You completely owned them while they were in your care. You could have
taken them any way you wanted at any time. And don't tell me they were
too young then either. I know for a fact that with many slaves, you are
more than willing to play with them as young as nine like they were back
then."

"I didn't want to overwhelm them so soon. They were pretty frightened
when they first found themselves down here. And considering that their
crime was fairly minor, I felt it best for the time to just give their
bottoms the riding crop and be done with it, none of the other usual
pleasures that our more long-term guests get to experience. But, I did
orchestrate matters to provide additional future opportunities to sample
their sweet assets."

"Ah, you mean arranging for Tormanin to employ them as Amalie's
paddlegirls. And after three years, despite them being sent to you on
countless occasions, you have still never used their tails to their
fullest potential?"

Toraq shook his feathered head and closed his eyes, "Sadly, no. Amalie,
as I'm sure you have noticed, has monopolized their time. She almost
always has some activity going on that includes the twins. I swear,
those three are totally inseparable Kennewick and Katella are for all
intents and purposes, the princess's personal pets, despite not having
yet experienced my training course."

"Aye," Arlin agreed, "They are totally devoted to her. It will be
interesting to see how their relationship develops in a few more years."

"I'm guessing that Kennewick will either end up marrying both of them,
or he will marry the princess and Katella will give herself to them as a
pet sister for their wedding present."

"You're probably right," Arlin agreed.

"I'm always right," Toraq reminded him, "Now, what about you? You have
pretty much admitted that spanking the twins turned you on tonight. And
I can understand a straight upright fellow like you wanting to boink a
sweet little lass like Katella. But what about Kennewick?"

"What about him?" the Tiger asked, "Of course he would also enjoy
boinking Katella, if he understood what fucking was all about and how it
was achieved. After all, only an impotent fool would not want to do
her."


Toraq laughed heartily, "My dear friend, I don't know whether you are
being innocently obtuse, or purposely dodging the question, but let me
clarify. What are your feelings for Kennewick? I know that you have
never taken a lad before and most likely feel uncomfortable with the
thoughts and feelings that course through your body when applying the
paddle or your open paw to his girly bottom. But, considering how you
refer to him in feminine terms and even treat him as a girl, could it be
that there are some repressed fantasies deep within you that you are
holding back?"

Arlin was getting perturbed by the Hawk's rather intimate probing of his
deepest feelings. Frustrated, he responded in the one way he knew worked
best for stress relief. Moments later, Toraq was surprised and
shamelessly delighted to find himself held face down over the Tiger's
lap. Arlin's left arm was pressed firmly against the bird's lower back,
and his left hand had a grip on his ruddy tail feathers, holding them up
out of the way to fully expose his plush, shapely bottom. Without
hesitation, Arlin's massive paw was rhythmically slamming down hard on
his friend's rump while he scolded him as he would one of the twins.

"You, my dear friend presume too much," he growled. The smacks on the
bird's ass came hard and fast, with no more than a quarter second's
reprieve between strokes. Toraq closed his eyes and relaxed his body,
being well conditioned to not struggle unless the one spanking him
wished for him to do so. He did gasp sharply whenever Arlin's paw struck
the most sensitive area of his rump, the sit spot. But he stoically gave
neither a yelp nor a whimper as his friend gave him this surprise, and
much appreciated, roasting under his tail feathers

"I refer to Kennewick in the feminine because that is how our princess
treats him and dresses him. He accepts that, the Regent accepts that,
and I accept that." The pace and intensity of the impromptu spanking
increased. A light crimson glow was beginning to show through the creamy
white down of the Hawk's aft treasure trail.

The Tiger continued his spanking-punctuated rant, "When I paddle
Kennewick and Katella, I do so in accordance with my responsibilities as
their designated father figure. It is my duty to guide and discipline
them as needed. They understand that and expect such treatment from me
when they misbehave. Any arousal I experience during the process, we all
understand is simply a pure uncontrollable primal instinct, nothing
more." He landed another half dozen swats all over Toraq's ass, and
finished with one final strike dead center.


In the quiet moments immediately after the spanking ended, Arlin gently
ran his paw over his friend's reddened butt, taking in its softness and
warmth. They both said not a word for a minute. The crackle of the
flames in the fireplace, and Toraq's heavy breathing and occasional
gasps as the Tiger fondled his aft end were the only sounds audible in
the cavernous parlor. During that moment of silence, Arlin contemplated
the Hawk still held firmly in his grip. He purred as his fingers
caressed over the shapely hills that formed his bottom, and probed along
the crevasse between them, until his fingers touched the rim of his
southern star. He remembered again what he admitted to Everett earlier
that night, 'With birds, some Furling species, and quite often Elves,
male or female doesn't matter. It's that tight, warm port to park in
that counts.'

He became even more aware of the stiffness between his legs, a stiffness
that was also pressing hard against the bird's thighs, and realized that
his words to the Secretary Bird also applied to this Hawk who lay
submissively and vulnerably over his lap like a naughty young
schoolgirl...like Katella...like Kennewick. Without any further thought,
he slipped one finger, claw retracted, up inside his childhood friend.

Toraq's back arched and his bottom thrust upwards. The feel of the
Tiger's finger probing inside his ass nearly caused him to orgasm, and
he had to struggle mentally to keep from spilling his seed all over
Arlin's thighs. A moment later, the Hawk regained his composure and
chirred softly, "So, now that you have worked out your aggressions on my
poor, abused behind, my dear and most trusted friend, will you now go
ahead and drop that silly macho facade and admit your true feelings for
that sweet Skunk? And don't try to play dumb. You know that I am talking
about Kennewick, not Katella."

Arlin inserted a second finger up the bird's butt and gently pumped them
inside of him. He sighed and released his grip on Toraq's tail feathers
so that he could knead and massage the warm, reddened flesh beneath them
with his other paw.

"Well?" Toraq impatiently prompted.

This was answered with one more smack on his ass before the Tiger
finally opened up, "Very well, silly girl. I can see that there is no
keeping any secrets from you. These words do not leave this room."

"You have my solemn word," the Hawk promised.

"Every time that I have to spank Kennewick, I do indeed feel an improper
desire to haul him off to my bedchamber and fuck the living daylights
out of his adorable furry ass. I am going to blame Princess Amalie for
corrupting me in this way. Before she started making him girl up, I had
never ever even considered boinking another male of any age or species."

"Awww, not even me or Everett?"

"Not really," Arlin admitted, "However, you two have briefly turned my
head a number of times, but until tonight, not enough to make me want to
actually fuck."

Toraq teasingly clenched his aft cheeks around Arlin's fingers, holding
them tightly in place inside him, "Well well, this is surely a sign that
the universe will come to an end really soon now. For years and years,
if you haven't guessed already, me and Everett have fantasized about
seducing both you and the Regent. Could it be that we might see at least
half of that fantasy become a reality? In other words, do you want to
fuck now, and take me as you have imagined yourself taking Kennewick?"

Arlin laughed, despite the warm reddening forming inside his ears again
and forced his fingers deeper inside the Hawk's ass, "Indeed it does
seem as if you are going to finally achieve one of your most difficult
objectives, provided we have time."

Toraq gasped and squirmed on the Tiger's lap, "We have plenty of time,
my dear lad. 'Tis still another fifteen to twenty minutes before
Skara-Bree and her night crew show up. So if you would kindly remove
your fingers from inside me..."


"But of course," Arlin chuckled. He extracted his fingers from the
Hawk's depths, and ran his tongue over them, taking in his friend's
intimate flavor, "Mmmmm, you are quite delicious, young lady. Now, on
your feet with you." He gave the Hawk a final smack on his ass, which
was hard enough this time to cause him to yelp out.

Toraq pulled himself up off the Tiger's lap and rubbed his sore bottom
while he stood before his friend. His cock was still hard and stiff, as
was Arlin's. "I do wish to thank you for that wonderful spanking. 'Tis
been far too long since I had last received a proper ass roasting, what
with work schedules being so hectic lately that Skara and I have been
unable to schedule any overlapping time for us to spend time over each
others' lap."

Arlin stood up and stripped off his tight leather pants, scooped the
Hawk up in his arms, and slung him over his shoulder so that the bird
had a wonderful view of his muscular back and rump, "Ah, 'tis not good
for one such as you to go so long without a firm dose of discipline
beneath your tail feathers," he declared.

"Aye. That is pure unadulterated truth," Toraq agreed.

"So whenever you are feeling uppity and incorrigible, and need to be
spanked," the Tiger advised him as he carried him to the bedchamber,
"all you need to do is send me a message and I will pay a visit to your
dungeon at my earliest convenience to paddle your butt and make you even
more a Redtail Hawk."

"My tail is for your pleasure," Toraq promised, "and you can use more
than just paddles, you know."

"Oh, I will, you little slut. I will indeed." Arlin gently set his
friend back down on the floor beside the bed. "Now then, present your
ass for servicing, my redtailed whore."

Toraq turned around, spread his feet, and bent over so that his chest
was pressed against the soft mattress and his hands were gripping the
far edge of the bed. He spread out his majestic wings and his tail
feathers fanned out and arose to expose his downy bottom.

"I do hope you intend to properly baste me before stuffing," he advised.
"It will make the procedure go much smoother than if you were to take me
raw."

"Right," Arlin replied. He looked around the room, scanning for
something to serve as a lubricant, "So, is there any particular type of
salve that you prefer?"

"Silly Tiger, just use your tongue. It's okay. I give myself
electro-cleansings at least daily. After all, as I always say, there are
much better uses for that place than what nature intended."

"Ah, so we start with a taildive then. Brace yourself." The Tiger knelt
behind the Hawk and took a firm two-handed grip on his bottom. Even
after all these years, it never ceased to amaze him just how plush and
feminine Toraq's rear was. And had it not been for that stiff shaft
protruding between his thighs, Arlin could easily mistake this bird for
a girl. With his thumbs, he gently spread those cute nether hills to
expose his friend's southern star, the gateway to passionate bliss, as
Toraq often called it. The Tiger's muzzle disappeared into the valley
beneath the Hawk's tail feathers, and without another moment's
hesitation, his tongue pressed into the bird's opening and worked itself
into his depths.

Arlin purred as he tasted his dear friend's most intimate flavor. This
was his second taildiving tonight, and like with Kata, to whom he would
later be introducing Toraq, the Hawk was every bit as delicious. His
flavor was different to be certain, but in his experience, no two people
tasted exactly identical. He worked his rough feline tongue all over the
bird's rectal wall, taking in the sweet and slightly spicy flavor of
electrically cleansed raptor ass. Apparently, Toraq was enjoying this as
much as he was, judging by his whimpers and moans every time Arlin's
tongue scrubbed against his inner flesh. Finally, the Tiger could take
it no more. His body practically on fire from the passion coursing
through him, he pulled his face back, arose to his feet, and took an
even tighter grip on the Hawk's bottom, his claws digging into the
tender avian flesh to the point of drawing forth trickles of crimson.

With one smooth but forceful motion, he pressed his groin against the
bird's rump and pounded his stiff, aching cock into the tight, freshly
moistened chamber where his tongue had played mere moments before.


The Tiger and Hawk gasped in tandem as their bodies became as one. Arlin
had to fight himself mentally to keep from immediately unloading his
seed into Toraq's depths. It had been a long time since he had last had
his cock nested inside a bird's ass, and he had forgotten just how
wonderfully hot and tight Orniths were in the aft chamber. Adding to the
passion burning in his loins was the knowledge that this time, for the
first time ever, his fuckmate was another male. That made the moment
even more delightfully wondrous, as he was going against his own nature.
His only regret was that he had not taken the plunge into such intimate
male bonding, at least with his feathered friends, years ago.


Despite craving and fantasizing over this wondrous moment ever since he
was a "schoolgirl", the forceful thrust of the Tiger's more than ample
shaft up his tailhole still took Toraq by surprise. He had greatly
underestimated his friend's talent and endowment. His back arched
severely and a sharp gasp escaped his beak as Arlin's cock probed deep
inside the Hawk's nether passage, deeper than any of the pleasure toys
in his vast collection had ever penetrated. His rectal chamber was
stretched to the limits of his remarkable conditioning, stealing the
bird's breath away from him for a few long seconds. When he regained his
breath, Toraq moaned and whined like a young girl. His bottom, still
tender and warm from his recent spanking, thrust upwards, pressing
against the Tiger's groin as if trying to coax the long thick shaft
inside him to rape him even deeper.

He closed his eyes and moaned louder when he felt a powerful strong arm
wrap around his waist to hold him in place. Arlin's free hand took a
firm grip on the bird's stiff, aching cock, which glistened with his
male pre-climax juices. Toraq gasped again as the Tiger lowered himself
down so his muscular furry chest was pressed along the length of his
back between his powerful splayed-out wings, and his jaws clamped firmly
down on the point where the Hawk's shoulder and neck connected. The
fangs were like fine spikes, sending a wave through his body that was a
confusing mixture of exquisite pain and even more exquisite pleasure.
Arlin's teeth pierced the Hawk's flesh, not enough to cause any true
damage, but still deep enough to draw forth a trickle of warm crimson.

Toraq squirmed and struggled feebly in his powerful friend's grip, but
he was caught, held firm with no chance of escape until Arlin was
finished with him. This was what he wanted. This was the moment in time
of which he had dreamed for years. The infamous Master Toraq had finally
seduced the unswayable mighty Tiger. At long last, the Hawk was finally
being taken under the tail feathers, finally being "raped" by his dear
childhood friend.


A sound that was a mix of a growl and a purr rumbled in Arlin's throat
as he took his friend like he had taken his sister and Allisson many
times over the years. The blood trickling from Toraq's shoulder was warm
and salty on his rough tongue. His paw was damp with clear, sticky male
juices as it clenched the bird's long, stiff cock, pumping the shaft
rhythmically while his hips slammed repeatedly against his friend's
down-covered bottom. With each thrust inside the Hawk, Arlin had to
fight mentally to keep himself from going over the brink as Toraq's
nether muscles expertly flexed and relaxed his around his cock as if
trying to coax his seed out of him.

For nearly a quarter of an hour, the Tiger and Hawk remained on the bed,
coupled together as one, thrusting and counter thrusting against each
other. The only sounds in the room were the crackling from the
fireplace, Arlin's purr as he maintained his grip on his friend's neck,
and Toraq's feminine gasps and moans with each ramming of the Tiger's
long, thick maleness in his ass and each stroke of the large feline paw
on his own cock.

At long last, neither cat nor bird could hold back any longer. As one,
Arlin and Toraq's bodies tensed and the frantic pumping abruptly ceased.
Arlin's groin was pressed hard against Toraq's bottom, his cock buried
as deep as possible up in his nethers. His jaws disengaged from the
bird's shoulder, leaving a dark red wet stain of blood trickling over
light brown feathers, and his paw squeezed the bird's precum-soaked cock
even harder. Arlin gave out a primal roar like that of his mundane
cousins and ancestors, the tigers that prowled the jungles and savannas
In response, Toraq shrieked a piercing "Ki-KHIIIIIII", and together, the
Tiger and the Hawk plunged into an abyss, their world a consuming fire
of animal passion that burned through their furred and feathered bodies.

They lay there together, frozen in place and coupled together for a
brief but seemingly infinite moment in time while Arlin's hot seed
filled the bird's nether chamber, and Toraq's seed spilled out into the
Tiger's paw and onto the floor beside the bed. Had it not been for their
barely audible whimpers, moans, and gasps; an outside observer might
very well think the two of them were just a mere life-size sculpture
covered in fur and feathers.


Arlin lapped at the lingering trickles of blood on Toraq's shoulder and
neck, then disengaged himself from the Hawk's aft end and sat down on
the bed beside his friend. He gently ran a claw over Toraq's neck, down
the center of his back between his wings, and scritched the spot where
the splayed-out tail feathers connected with his rump. A shudder coursed
through Toraq's body. He sighed contentedly and moaned, then weakly
raised his head and smiled at the big Tiger.

"There, you see, kitten?" he teased, "That wasn't so bad after all now.
Was it?"

Arlin chuckled and gave the Hawk's plush rump an affectionate swat,
"Heh, that is another big understatement, silly bird. Not only was it
not so bad after all, it was in fact absolutely, mind numbingly
wondrous. And if I may offer my own professional judgment, yours happens
to be the sweetest and most delightful bottom I have ever boinked."

An embarrassed gleam twinkled in Toraq's eyes, and he had to briefly
avert his gaze while the Tiger continued his assessment of his assets.

"It saddens me to think of all the opportunities I have missed over the
years. One of the finest fuck toys ever has been living among us all
this time, and I never realized..."

Toraq stood to his feet and smiled affectionately at his friend. The
bird's shaft, spent for the moment in their recent shared climax, had
softened once more and was partially retracted back into its sheath.
"Now then, love," he consoled the Tiger, "We can't have you pining away
over what could have been. You should instinctively know that I will
always be here for you, should you ever need someone to cuddle with, to
work out your frustrations on, or to spill your seed into."

Arlin blushed, then smiled and reached out to take Toraq by the hand and
pull him back onto the bed to cuddle with him for a moment. "You can bet
your feathery butt I will be taking you up on that invitation."


Toraq positioned himself so he was straddling Arlin's thighs. He gently
preened the Tiger's cheeks and neck, then touched his beak, half open to
his mouth and the two kissed, their tongues playfully caressing over
each other. Arlin's paws gripped the Hawk's rump as he allowed himself
to be guided down onto his back with the bird on top of him. They kissed
for a moment or two more, then Toraq turned around so that he was
straddling the Tiger's chest, his ass prominently in front of Arlin's
face, and his shaft again fully extended from its downy sheath.

Arlin shuddered and moaned. Toraq was expertly working his tongue all
over his cock, thoroughly cleaning off the sticky feline juices. He felt
obliged to return the favor. The Tiger sat up half way, took a firm grip
on Toraq's flanks, and slid his rough tongue up and down the length of
the bird's hard maleness.

The Hawk chirped softly and a ripple coursed through his body. His cock
pulsed against Arlin's tongue and his wings and tail feathers splayed
out and rustled uncontrollably. His tongue played around the tip of the
Tiger's cock, even teasingly penetrating the glistening opening before
he took its length fully into his mouth and down his throat. Arlin
whimpered like a kitten as the bird's tongue stimulated the sensitive
nerve endings of the tight channel inside his shaft. Not to be outdone,
he tightened his grip on the bird's flanks and worked his maleness fully
into his mouth, suckling on it like a sweetpop.

For the second time that night, Tiger and Hawk plunged into that fiery
abyss together. Arlin's claws dug into Toraq's rump, drawing forth small
trickles of blood again as the bird thirstily drank his seed and
bestowed his own life-making juices onto the Tiger's tongue. Arlin
nearly gagged at first, merely out of surprise, as this was another new
experience for him. Just like he did with the wine earlier, he pondered
the taste of Toraq's juices for a moment, purred, then swallowed. The
Hawk's maleness was every bit as delicious as his nether depths, hot and
with a very subtle sweetness. His tongue played up and down the length
of the warm shaft, coaxing and milking more of the bird's seed down his
throat, while Toraq did the same for him.


Finally, they were both spent once more. Toraq rose to a kneeling
position, then continued to his feet. He rubbed his sore bottom,
smoothed out his plumage, turned to face his lover, and helped the Tiger
up off the bed. "As much as I would wish this night to last forever, we
really should consider setting out for our date now. We don't want to
keep those ladies you have lined up for us waiting." He sashayed over to
a large wooden floor to ceiling wardrobe and rummaged through its depths
while Arlin redressed himself and reached for a towel to clean up the
stickiness on the floor beside the bed.

"Oh, don't bother with that, silly," Toraq said, as he picked out his
ensemble for the evening, "Leave it to my cleaning bot, and come lend a
paw."

Arlin dropped the towel and padded over to the wardrobe. Toraq handed
him a thick, silver rod with a rounded tip. "Please be a dear and slip
this up my ass," he instructed, "As much as I love the feel of your seed
inside of me, I need to keep my love chamber thoroughly cleansed for
tonight's activities."

The Tiger nodded, took the electrocleanser from the Hawk, stuffed it up
his butt until only the base was barely visible between his feathery
cheeks, "More taildiving and boinking, I presume?"

Toraq smiled sheepishly, "That's very likely," he admitted, "but I could
also end up getting some stage time tonight, or doing lap dances, and
well, you know what the tradition is for paying dancers..."

"But of course," Arlin replied. He gripped the exposed end of the rod
between his thumb and index finger and gave it a firm twist. A soft
buzzing noise could be heard from under the Hawk's tail feathers, and
Toraq gasped very briefly as a gentle electric shock flowed steadily
from the shaft into his depths.

While the rod did its work inside him, Toraq laid out his selection of
clothing on the bed. "What do you think, love?" he asked.

Arlin looked over his friend's selections. There was a black leather
shoulder purse, a pair of silky green panties with black lace trim, a
light blue sheer halter top with white lace trim, and a matching light
blue sheer miniskirt, also with white lace trim.

"A silk and lace theme tonight, eh? Looks fine to me."


Toraq nodded and dressed himself. The halter top was short enough to
leave his feathery midriff exposed and had been altered to allow for his
majestic wings. The skirt was just long enough in front to conceal his
maleness, and just short enough in the back to show off plenty of
shapely bird thigh and provide a teasing glimpse of the lower curve of
his panty-clad butt. Protruding through a hole in the back of the skirt
near the top, his tail feathers were splayed out behind him like a
second skirt. He posed like a fashion model for Arlin, one knee slightly
bent and one hip canted sexily to the side.

"Well? How do I look?"

Arlin looked the bird up and down, taking in his curves and softness,
"That suits you perfectly," he declared. "Then again, pretty much
anything would look good on you."

Toraq gave him a coy gaze over his shoulder, "Aw, I bet you say that to
all the ladies. And do you know what would really look best on me?"

"No. What?"

"You, of course."


Arlin chuckled and shook his head at the incorrigible bird, then landed
a firm swat on Toraq's rump beneath his skirt, "You never get enough, do
you?"

Toraq giggled, "Of course not? Enough is an alien concept to me, as is
too much. And speaking of getting more of you in me, I would be most
honored if tonight, after our revelries in town are done and we retire
back to the palace, you would allow me to share my bed down here with
you."

Arlin took Toraq in his arms and held him close. His paws again gripped
the bird's rump, and they gazed into each others' eyes, "I would be
honored, love." His fingers probed beneath the bird's panties until they
touched the shaft that was still buzzing inside his ass.

"Ah yes," Toraq said, "I nearly forgot about that. The electrocleansing
should be complete."

The Tiger twisted the shaft again and the buzzing stopped. He gently
pulled the rod from the Hawk's butt and gave it a quick inspection. It
was still shiny and clean, as if brand spanking new.

"Just drop it in my purse," Toraq said, disengaging himself from the
Tiger's grip. "I'm sure I will be needing that quite a bit tonight."

Arlin tossed the plug into the shoulder bag, then stared at Toraq's ass
while the bird bent over to rummage through a storage chest on the floor
at the foot of the bed. He chuckled over the wide array of tools and
toys his friend was tossing into the purse: paddles, whips, belts,
buzzplugs, leather cuffs, leashes, a lightning crop, a box of sewing
pins, a couple porcupine shafts, and a jar of Unicorn Salve.

"You are so incorrigible, young lady," he growled, "You do know that
this is just a night out on the town we're engaging in, and not some
dungeon keepers' convention and seminar at Neina's Retreat, right?"

Toraq finished loading his purse, adding his identification card and a
pouch of money, then slung the bag over his shoulder and smiled coyly at
Arlin, "I like to be prepared. You never know what our playmates might
be into. Now, come on, let's get a move on."

Arlin wrapped an arm around the Hawk and escorted him back out into the
dungeon.


On the way out, Toraq stopped to check on his most recent guests. Beryl
and Darlene were still awake, but their agonized writhings had
diminished to the occasional bit of pained squirms as they tried in vain
to adjust their positions to relieve some of the bite of the needles
piercing their rectal walls. Darlene's feathered face was damp with
tears, and as the Hawk passed in front of her, she gazed pleadingly up
at him, hoping futilely that he would remove the porcupine shaft from
her ass before putting her to bed for the night.

He shook his head and gently ran a talon along her cheek and neck, then
reached beneath the table she was trussed up on and pressed the switch.
The blue glow faded as the aural dampening field dissipated.

"I see you are already becoming acclimated to your punishment, young
lady," he complimented her. The young Crow replied with nothing more
than a sad whimper and a moan.

"I am most impressed." He reached over and turned off the dampening
field around Beryl, "And I know you would love nothing more than for me
to remove those infernal devices from your nethers. Sadly for you, I can
not oblige such a wish."

He strutted over to one of the storage cabinets, selected a pair of
syringes filled with a clear liquid, attached a long needle to each of
them, pushed on their plungers to remove any air bubbles. He stepped
around behind Beryl and stabbed one of the needles into the Crow's ass.
"You see, when we administer punishments and disciplines, we go for
endurance. In other words, you two will be spending the night with the
porcupine shafts inside you. This little shot will help you sleep
through the night." He patted Beryl on the rump, then handed the other
syringe to Arlin. The Tiger inserted the needle into Darlene's rump, and
slowly pushed the plunger, injecting the serum into her body.

"Actually, this sleep aid will take a while to reach its full effect,"
Toraq added, "Fortunately, we can expedite your descent into slumber
right easy. Arlin, be a dear and press that blue-white button on the
base of Darlene's porcupine shaft."

Arlin nodded and touched the button that Toraq had cautioned him about
earlier. There was a loud buzz from inside the girl, followed by a
muffled electric snap. Her entire body tensed and she cried out a loud
but very brief yelp, and after that, she collapsed into blissful
unconsciousness

Toraq chuckled and playfully smacked Beryl's rump as the Crow's daughter
was zapped to sleep, "As you can see, my slave, this is going to hurt.
Now, on the count of three..." Before even counting one, the Hawk
slipped a finger beneath Beryl's tail feathers and pressed the
blue-white button. Again, there was a loud buzz followed by a muffled
snap. The Crow twitched and gasped, then fell silent and still.

Arlin played with Darlene's bottom as he contemplated the young Ornith
lass trussed up and asleep on the work table, "Should we go ahead and
put them to bed in their cell, or leave them here for the night?"

Toraq pondered the Crows for a moment, then shook his head and held out
a hand to Arlin, "Leave them there for now. I'll have Elerie and Flurrie
put them to bed. We need to get a move on." The Tiger gently took
Toraq's taloned hand in his paw, and the two of them exited through the
narrow corridor leading out to the reception area.


Upon opening the door, their ears were filled with the familiar sound of
hard wood impacting on fur-covered flesh. Three Furlings occupied the
reception area: a Mouse girl, clad in a thin green work tunic; a lady
Fruit Bat, sporting a black leather X-harness, and a Leopard boy,
dressed in a brown suede tunic and matching pants. This was Toraq's
night shift crew.

Toraq and Arlin could not help but chuckle softly at the sight before
them. The Leopard, his pants pulled down to his knees and his tunic
folded up, was laying submissively over the Bat's lap. The Mouse was
holding his slinky tail up out of the way, while the Bat worked over his
cute, youthful bottom with a round wooden, studded paddle. Each smack
caused the lad to writhe and whimper like a kitten, and caused the Mouse
to flinch and wince sympathetically.

The Hawk and Tiger quietly watched the bat do her finest on the
Leopard's soft, muscular butt. Toraq cocked his head to one side,
contemplating the impressive crimson glow that showed prominently
through the white fur that covered the inner half of the boy's rump. He
muttered to Arlin, "For such a diminutive lady, Skara sure knows how to
beat life's lessons into a youngster's ass."

Arlin smiled, nodded, and replied, "Aye, and judging by the lack of
stiffness between the lad's thighs, I would say that Elerie is not
getting any pleasure from this at all. 'Tis pure punishment at its
finest."

"There may be no pleasure in this for Elerie," Toraq added, "but if you
noticed the subtle scent of arousal here, it seems as if Flurrie is
enjoying seeing his butt get reddened. And who can blame her? He's yet
another whose bottom was made to be abused."

Arlin chuckled softly again, "Heh. You are the butt master, dear friend.
I won't argue your assessment of his assets. But did you notice the very
slight reddening inside Flurrie's ears, and the look in her eyes?"

"How could I miss it? Her embarrassment over her arousal only enhances
her natural cuteness."

"I bet there's going to be a game of cat and mouse between the two
tonight."

"I wouldn't doubt it," Toraq said, "Despite them having a busy shift
ahead of them, I'm sure Flurrie will find some quiet time to raise her
tail for Elerie."


After a final interminable minute, the paddling was over at last.
Skara-Bree handed the paddle to Flurrie, who hung it back up in its
place on the wall behind the desk. The lad sobbed quietly as he lay
across the Bat's lap, awaiting permission to get up. Skara ran her hands
over his burning rump, admiring her own handiwork. Finally, she gave him
a firm open-handed smack on his glowing bottom, and released her hold on
his back.

"On your feet, boy," she said. Her voice was stern and carried an air of
authority when she addressed him. "I hope you finally learned your
lesson this time."

Elerie clumsily rose to his feet and stood before his supervisor, his
pants still down around his ankles. He furiously tried to rub the fiery
soreness from his ass while he humbly nodded his head. His ice-blue
feline eyes were and misty, and his cheeks were damp with tears.

"And remember, the next time you are late, you will be paddled twice as
long," Skara declared.

"There won't be a next time," Toraq interrupted, "Isn't that right,
Elerie?"

The Leopard, Bat, and Mouse turned to face the Hawk and Tiger. All three
stood up straight like troops at attention. "Ah, Warden Toraq, Warden
Arlin," Skara greeted them, "you should have announced your presence
sooner. You know that when I get into my work, I get tunnel vision and
don't notice the world around me."

She looked the Hawk over and smiled approvingly, "You're looking mighty
hot tonight, m'lady. It's about time you made use of that ensemble me
and Flurrie made for you."

Flurrie nodded agreement, "Yeah. We were starting to worry that you had
just stuffed it away deep in your closet or something."

Skara fussed a bit over Toraq, smoothing out some wrinkles in his skirt,
"You really do wear that outfit well," she complimented him, "And it's
good to see you finally getting out and about to have a bit of fun
outside the dungeon for once."

Arlin boldly put an arm around his friend's waist and gave him a pat on
the hip, "Aye, he is most charming indeed, and a pleasure to behold," he
agreed, "And coming from me, you know that is not just idle flattery.
I'm sure this lovely girlyboy bird will be turning many heads tonight."

"And raising a lot of heads as well, no doubt," Skara added, "So, are
you just going out on pleasure tonight, or are you planning on
attempting a bit of recruiting as well?" 

Toraq laughed and gave the Bat a hug, planting a friendly peck on her
cheek, "It's mostly a pleasure expedition. Arlin convinced me that I've
been spending too much time cooped up down here, and need to get out
among the free and unbound occasionally. But then again, you never know
what tails may turn before the night is over." He turned his gaze to
Elerie, who was still gingerly rubbing his sore ass end.


"Now then, it seems I and my date interrupted Lovenmusk's finest artist
in the midst of her work recently. What, perchance is the occasion?"

Skara-Bree blushed and briefly averted her eyes, "Oh, Toraq, you are
such a flatterer. I was merely doing what my job as Elerie and Flurrie's
supervisor requires."

"Aw, nonsense," Toraq chided her, "It is not flattery if it is one
hundred percent truth. You are indeed an artist when it comes to
administering discipline on tender bottoms, a true master at your craft.
Now, let's have a look at your latest work. Elerie, turn around and show
the glow."

Still sniffling, the Leopard clumsily turned around and raised his
slinky tail, giving everyone a full view of his freshly paddled butt.
Toraq whistled appreciatively at the sight. He reached out and ran his
hands over the uniformly reddened flesh, stroking and squeezing here and
there. His touch caused the boy to wince and whimper.

"Very impressive, Skara," the Hawk commented, "This is a real
masterpiece. You, dear lady are a true master of your craft."

Skara-Bree laughed softly and gave the Hawk a friendly squeeze on the
rump under his skirt, "I did learn from the best, you know."

"And over the years, you have far exceeded my expectations." he beckoned
Arlin over, "Come check out her work, Warden."

The Tiger padded over and took a firm grip on Elerie's butt. He smiled
and nodded his approval, "That is impressive indeed. You could fry a
whole slab of bacon on the lad's ass."

Elerie's ears flattened outwards. All this attention over his aft end
caused a shudder of embarrassment to flow through his body. He bent over
to pull his pants back up, but a firm, talon-punctuated smack on his ass
stopped him.

"Keep 'em down," Toraq ordered.

The Leopard sighed and stood upright again, awaiting further
instructions.

"What brought about this session over your lap, Skara?"

The Bat put a hand on her hip and looked again at Elerie, "Same as last
time, and the time before that," she replied, "He was late for his shift
again tonight."

Toraq shook his head in disbelief, "That's what, the fourth time in the
past two weeks?"

"Fifth time," Flurrie corrected him. The Mouse was sitting at the desk,
her gaze fixed firmly on Elerie's bottom. "He was only four minutes late
this time around though. So he is getting better at punctuality."

"That won't do at all," Toraq declared, "I don't care if it's four
minutes or forty. My people will be here for the start of their shifts
on time or sooner, not a minute later. Face me, young kitty."

Elerie turned back around and let his gaze meet his master's, "Master
Toraq, I have been trying my hardest to be on time. My body is simply
having too much trouble adjusting to night shift, and I keep
oversleeping. I've tried every technique I could think of, and nothing
works. Perhaps you should put me back on days."

"No," the Hawk reiterated, "I can't put you back on days. The night
shift is short staffed as it is since Raddisson and Tawnia left. And
what with us becoming busier than normal down here, Skara and Flurrie
need all the help they can get."

The Bat put a gentle hand on the lad's flank, "Besides, if I didn't have
you here on my shift, nights off for everyone would become scarce. Both
Wilfred and Rei would not have been pleased at all if I had been forced
to cancel their night off tonight."

"And you know what a bear Wilfred can be when he's deprived of his well
earned leisure time," Toraq reminded him. "At any rate, you are staying
on nights until further notice. Your body will adjust to your new hours.
I guarantee it."

Elerie cocked his head to one side, "If you don't mind my asking,
Master, do you by chance have some sort of potion or pill that might
help me? My alarm isn't doing the job, and I really don't want to be
late again." He rubbed his bottom, still quite sore and tender from his
recent paddling.

Toraq smiled devilishly and nodded, "I have just the thing. Stay put.
I'll be back before you can say pin cushioned Duck's butt." He
disappeared through the door leading back to the dungeon, leaving
Elerie, Skara-Bree, Flurrie, and Arlin smirking among themselves at the
Warden's colorful vocabulary.

"Pin cushioned Duck's butt, eh?" Arlin repeated, "Sounds like he has Rei
on the brain again."

"Can't really blame him," Elerie said, "Rei's one cute little birdie.
And that plush, white, round ass of hers was just made to be used and
abused, as she herself has declared many many times." He turned his gaze
back to the door Toraq disappeared through, "Any ideas what Master Toraq
has in mind for my oversleeping problem?"

Arlin shrugged, "I have no clue," he admitted, "but the odds are good
that it will be either slightly painful beneath your tail, embarrassing,
or both."

Flurrie giggled, "That would be the ultimate sucker's bet for sure."

"Whatever it is," Skara added, "You will be finding out soon enough."

Elerie nodded and sighed, nervous but resigned to whatever fate the Hawk
had in store for him. "I reckon my best hope is that it works fast on
me."


The Leopard didn't have to wait long. Granted, it was longer than it
took to say "Pin cushioned Duck's butt", but a minute or two after
leaving, Master Toraq returned, carrying a small satchel. He set it on
the floor, bent over it, and reached into its depths. Elerie craned his
neck to catch a glimpse of what the Hawk was extracting, but the Dungeon
Warden gave a stern shake of his head, "Turn around, spread your legs,
lift your tail, and bend over, lad," he ordered.

Elerie sighed, turned around, and submissively presented his ass. Toraq
knelt behind him and pressed his beak to his southern star, eliciting a
whimper from the boy as the bird's tongue slicked up his nether
entrance. He whimpered again, a little louder, as Toraq slid a thick,
long metallic shaft up inside him, until its base was concealed between
his plush, furry cheeks.

"A buttplug?" the boy asked, still bent over and looking upside down
between his spread legs at Master Toraq. "How is that going to help me
wake up early enough?"

"It's not just an ordinary buttplug," Toraq corrected him. "Stand back
up and face me. I'd rather talk directly to your face instead of your
butt."

Elerie stood erect and turned back around. He fidgeted a little,
shifting his weight back and forth from his left foot to his right. His
bottom flexed and relaxed several times around the shaft that the Hawk
had inserted inside him. Although he had undergone many
electrocleansings and more traditional soap and water washes under his
tail over the years, as well as several rectally administered bioprobes,
he had never had an actual buttplug of any type inside him. It's length
and thickness were much greater than he had ever experienced. It
stretched his insides and felt both very uncomfortable and strangely
satisfying at the same time, as the slight stiffening between his thighs
attested to.

Toraq gave him a coy wink and a pat on the rump, "You'll learn to like
this," he assured him, "Or you could develop a love-hate relationship
with it. You see, what I have put up your butt is a buzzplug, but not
your typical buzzplug. This is a new programmable model, as you are
about to learn." He reached into the satchel again, brought up a
palm-sized control pad, and pressed a button labeled ENERGIZE.

Flurrie stifled a nervous giggle and staged whispered to Skara-Bree, "I
can see where this is going."

Skara smiled knowingly and scritched the Mouse between the ears, "You'd
have to be blind as a... blind person to not see this coming."


Elerie's eyes widened, and his already partially erect shaft emerged
fully from its sheath as a soft buzzing hum could be heard emanating
from inside him.

"As you can now feel inside you," Toraq continued his lecture, "and as
you should have already known, when energized, buzzplugs generate an
electric charge that stimulates the wearer's intimate regions."

The lad looked down at his hard cock, pointing proudly out in front of
him, "So I can see."

"But as easily as it can be used for pleasure," Toraq said, "buzzplugs
are also frequently used as devices for discipline and punishment." He
ran a talon across the controller's touch pad, from the lower left
corner to the upper right. The subdued buzz inside Elerie grew louder. A
touch of another button, this one marked DISCHARGE, resulted in a loud,
but muffled snap, which was followed by a pained yelp from the lad as he
dropped to his knees in pain.

"The charge can be set to administer a painful rectal shock." Toraq
handed the control unit to Flurrie, then helped the whimpering Leopard
boy back to his feet. "I have the plug programmed to generate a jolt
like you just received three hours before tomorrow night's shift change.
Now, there should be no possible way for you to oversleep. And you will
wear it to bed. If you don't, I will know."

Elerie nodded and wiped a stray tear from his cheek fluff, "As you
command, Master Toraq," he agreed. "But why three hours? When I'm up and
about, it doesn't take me that long to clean up, dress, and get to
work."

"I'm not taking any chances with you, boy," Toraq replied, "Three hours
will ensure that you are not late. And for the next two weeks, I want
you here not merely at shift change, but a full extra hour before."

"Why so early?" Arlin interjected.

"I have some extra training in mind for the boy," Toraq explained,
"training that is guaranteed to instill the discipline in him vital to
excelling in his work here."

Skara-Bree and Flurrie exchanged a knowing look. "If Master Toraq has in
mind what I think he has in mind," Skara said, "then you are in for one
wild ride, Elerie." She gave his still sore rump a tender squeeze.

"Don't be too afraid, sweetie," Flurrie encouraged him, "We both went
through this same training before you joined us. It will be intense, but
in the end, it really is worth it. You'll probably learn to like it at
times too."

Elerie looked even more worried than before.


"Now, I have one more thing for you, lad," Toraq announced. He bent over
again and reached into the satchel. "This is going to be your work
uniform from now on."

The insides of the Leopard's ears turned bright red as he took the silky
red panties and blue and white pleated schoolgirl sailor-style minidress
Master Toraq shoved into his paws. "Master Toraq, if I may be so candid,
I think you may have made a mistake. I can't wear something like this."

Toraq laughed and affectionately swatted Elerie's rump, "Nonsense, lad.
It is your size. Go ahead and try it on."

"But, master, this is a girl's uniform," he protested.

"No," the Hawk corrected him, "it's your uniform, unless you want to be
referred to as a girl... Come to think of it, for your training, that
actually sounds like a good idea. Don't you think so, Skara?"

The Bat smiled and nodded emphatically, "It's a splendid idea." She then
gazed at the lad with her best no nonsense look, "Now do as you are
told, young lady, and get into your uniform."

Elerie's ears warmed up yet again, and with a final whimper of protest,
he pulled on the silky panties and squirmed into the minidress. The
dress had short sleeves that clung snug to his upper arms right below
the shoulders. The upper portion, from waist to neck was made of a white
stretchy material that fit snug over the Leopard's youthful feline
frame. The collar formed a narrow V from the middle of his chest up to
his shoulders, and then lay flat across the upper quarter of his back in
a silky blue square with white stitched trim. The skirt portion was of
the same material, was neatly pressed into wide pleats, flared
attractively over the boy's hips, and had a hole in the back where it
connected with the upper, through which his slinky, spotted tail was
threaded. As was the most popular style for as long as anyone could
remember, the skirt was just long enough in the front to provide a
minimal amount of modesty, and just short enough in the rear to reveal a
tantalizing glimpse of Elerie's wide, panty-clad bottom.

"Perfect," Toraq chirped, "now do the obligatory slow one eighty, so we
can check you out from all angles."

Elerie submissively shuffled around; presenting left profile, rear view,
and right profile for Toraq and the others' perusal, "This is too
embarrassing," he whined, "I feel like Kennewick in this."

"You look adorable as a girlyboy," Skara corrected him.

Flurrie, her large liquid green eyes dreamily half closed, fondled his
plush rump, "I think you look very sexy in a schoolgirl dress, sweetie."
She stretched up on her toes and planted a friendly kiss on his cheek,
causing his blush to intensify.

"You will get used to girling up," Toraq said matter of factly, "As time
passes, you will be able to strut with confidence down the streets of
Lovenmusk in your uniform without so much as a tail twitch when
passersby ogle at your delicious legs and ass."

Elerie groaned, "Can't I change into and out of my uniform after
arriving here and before leaving? I can't be seen in public like this."

"Why not?" the Hawk asked.

"Well, what if my friends, or even worse, family sees me?"

"So what? They will just have to deal with and accept your fashion. It's
not as if you are the first boy to ever don a dress."

The lad's gaze met his master's, then traveled downward over his
feathery breast, hips and thighs, all clad even more girly than he was.
His eyes narrowed and he raised his tail high in proud, grim
determination.

"Very well, Master Toraq. You always say that you would never subject us
to anything you would not be willing to undergo yourself. And if you can
parade about in a miniskirt and halter top without a second thought,
then I can likewise proudly wear a schoolgirl uniform."

Toraq patted Elerie on the shoulder, "That's the spirit, boy. With that
attitude, you will have the self confidence and discipline to not give a
rat's ass what anyone else thinks about your appearance in no time at
all."

Arlin grinned slyly, "And if you don't mind my saying so, missy, you
really do look good girled up. Just like Kennewick, you are going to
turn a lot of heads as you sashay through the streets."

He lowered his gaze and smiled meekly at the Tiger's compliment,
"Thank-you, Warden. I do hope I can survive this humiliation."

"The first few days will be the toughest for you, as well as your family
and friends," Toraq advised him, "I won't lie to you about that. But
after a short while, you will feel perfectly at ease, and girling up
will seem just as natural to you and them as eating, breathing, and
boinking."

Elerie nodded, "I'm sure it will. But it would be even easier if I
wasn't the only one."

"Ah, the old misery loves company philosophy," Skara translated, "Are
you hinting that the other boys here should have to wear sailorgirl
dresses for their uniforms?"


Toraq clapped his hands together excitedly, "Ah, that's a splendid idea.
I'm ashamed I didn't think of it sooner. From here on out, all of my
employees will wear blue and white schoolgirl minis as their work
uniform, with silky panties underneath, in plain solid colors of their
own choosing."

Arlin laughed out loud at his friend's devilish plan, "You are so damn
incorrigible, Buttmaster, anything to see cute lads in girly clothes,
eh?"

"So, this policy has unintended side benefits," Toraq shrugged, "Nothing
wrong with looking a little more professional as a team. And just
imagine how fabulous we will all look together in our uniforms when me
and my entire crew take off in a month and a half for that upcoming pet
show and dungeoneers' seminar at Neina's Retreat. We'll be the envy of
the camp."

"Sounds like a good plan to me," Flurrie said, "And I know the other
girls will be thrilled over this. The boys won't be too happy about it
though."

"They'll get over it," Skara replied, "Even if me and Master Toraq have
to paddle their girly bottoms daily until they accept the new dress
code."

"Wilfred will adjust easily after a few days," Toraq mused, "as will the
other Furlings and Orniths. It's Kalen whose going to be the difficult
case. But no worries. I have to qualms about reddening his cute, furless
bottom until his point of view properly adjusts."

"C'mon, mate," Arlin growled, interrupting the Hawk's feminizing
fantasies, "We really need to be moving on. Don't want to keep the
ladies waiting."

"Right," Toraq acknowledged, "Just a couple final shift change
instructions, then we can go."


Skara, Flurrie, and Elerie fell silent and gathered together in front of
Toraq to receive their changeover. The Hawk's wings flapped idly as he
addressed his crew, "It should be a somewhat busy night for you three,"
he began, "First, we have two new long term guests here, a pair of
Crows, a father and daughter team that was brought to us for armed
robbery. They are sleeping now, since I game them rectal jolts with
their porcupine shafts. They are still trussed up in the playroom."

"Should we just let them sleep until they get their wakeup shocks?"
Elerie asked.

"There's not much choice there," Toraq replied, "They were given one
helluva workout tonight, and should be able to sleep through anything
short of setting them on fire. So, that being the case, I want you,
Elerie, to go ahead and remove their porcupine shafts and give them both
a psi probe to get a feel for their desires, fears, and other aspects of
their psyches that may be useful in determining the course of their
slave conditioning. After you are done with the probe, you and Flurrie
need to pick an empty single bunk cell and put them to bed for the
night."

"You'll like it," Arlin assured him, "They're both quite delightful
creatures. Probing them should be a wonderful experience for you." He
closed his eyes and smiled as he remembered his usage of Darlene, the
young tendertail member of the pair.

"I'll gather plenty of data from them, Master Toraq," Elerie replied,
"And what about that little group we've been working on for the past
half year, that gang from that racketeering ring? I believe they are
going to auction tomorrow, correct?"

"Yes," Toraq confirmed, "They get sold tomorrow afternoon. So late in
your shift, I want you and Flurrie to work together to get them all
prepped and prettied up for the show."

"There's a checklist of all they need on your datapads," Skara said. She
pulled her own pad from her belt and went over the task list for the
Mouse and Leopard.


"After they have been exercised, you need to bathe and groom them, and
give them all deep electrocleansings. Breakfast will be served to them
on the floor in the play pit. There will be a large number of potential
bidders watching them from the observation deck as they dine like
animals. So make sure that they look their best, and maintain their
proper posture."

"Do you want us to use stimulator probes in them to keep them visibly
aroused?" Flurrie asked.

"Yes," Toraq replied, "I'm aiming to get them sold as pleasure slaves
instead of labor beasts, so it is vital to show off all their assets.
Carry on, Skara."

The Bat nodded and glanced back down at her datapad, "After they have
been fed, they are to be administered a full undertail workout for the
amusement of our potential buyers. This will include paddlings, canings,
and whippings with a wide array of tools, followed by shockings, both
rectally and on the surface. To finish the demonstration, you two will
line them up against the wall, raise a deflection shield to protect
their backs and legs, and use their bottoms as dart boards. Give them
each three rounds of five, clean their behinds, then apply Unicorn Salve
to heal the wounds."

"I presume we are going to let the buyers sample the merchandise for
themselves?" Elerie inquired.

"As per procedures, anyone who wishes to do so may test any of the
slaves scheduled to go to auction. They can do almost anything with and
to them their minds can twist up."

Toraq interrupted to clarify, "That is, they can do anything short of
causing death, disfigurement, or permanent injury. If they draw blood,
you will need to clean it up and apply the Unicorn Salve again. Any that
get boinked will need another electrocleansing or deep scrub. Also,
boinking the slaves will require a payment of one silver laurel per
insertion."

"Paid in the usual way, I presume?" Flurrie asked."

"But of course," Skara confirmed, "If you trained these slaves properly,
the two of you could very well end the night with a respectable buttload
of coins."

"You too, Skara," Toraq amended for her, "You will be working the play
pit with them, since you are the night shift Dungeon Warden. And as per
tradition, any money you receive under your tails will be pooled
together at the end of the shift. Half will go into the dungeon
treasury, and the other half will be divided between the three of you."


"It should be a fun night," Skara said, "That gang was a real pleasure
to train. 'Tis a pity they are going to be sold. I'm going to miss them,
especially that Elf lad, Kaylie."

"You did an outstanding job with him, especially feminizing him to the
point to where he can't remember his original name. I'm truly amazed at
your skills, Skara," Toraq declared.

"I just hope whoever ends up owning that boy takes good care of her and
treats her like a beloved pet should be treated."

"I'm sure her future owner will be good to her. Don't you worry. Now,
there's still a couple more matters to relay before we head out."

"Well, get on with it," Skara prodded, "You haven't got all night, you
know. We wouldn't want you to be late for your shift tomorrow, silly
bird." She cast a mischievous glance over at Elerie and Flurrie, then
gave her own plush little rump a not so subtle smack with the palm of
her hand.

"Right then," Toraq continued. His tail feathers fanned out and rose
like a feathery sail, betraying the tinge of embarrassment that rippled
through his body, "Skara, while the others are prepping tomorrow's
sales, I have a special assignment just for you. In a couple hours, you
will be receiving two new and rather young guests, who will be staying
with us for three days. Their names, if I remember correctly are Yanna
and Terry-Bree."

"Ah, so their headmaster finally decided on a punishment for their
little hacking caper," Skara said, "They should have known that the
chances of getting into their school's databanks to steal test questions
were astronomical."

"I hope you don't have any reservations about handling their
discipline," Toraq said, "what with them being your sibs and all."

Skara laughed and patted the Hawk's shoulder, "Don't you worry your
feathered head, chief. When I'm done with those brats, their little
bottoms will be so sore and tender that it will hurt just thinking about
misbehaving in any way. They know good and well that their big sister
does not spare the rod, or any other tool. And good call on the three
days. Our folks should be back from their deep space love cruise by
then. So having them here with me will ensure that they stay out of
trouble and attend to their studies."

"Thank-you, love," Toraq chirped, "I know that I can count on you to
treat them right. But be sure to be on time for the slave sale preview
in the play pit all the same. I do need you there with Flurrie and
Elerie."

"No worries," she assured him, "I'll have them sound asleep in the spare
bed in my sanctum long before the show begins."


"Good. And Elerie, I want you to wear that buzzplug all night, except
during the hands-on portion of the preview, so you can receive payments
from anyone who boinks the slaves. After cashing out, Flurrie will
reinsert the plug up your butt and you will wear it until you report in
tomorrow night."

Elerie and Flurrie nodded acknowledgment

"Flurrie, if Elerie starts to fall asleep, give him a zap."

"Right-o, Master Toraq," the Mouse replied, "Like this?" She picked up
the controller and pressed the discharge button, causing the young
Leopard boy to yelp out in pain as the plug inside him sent a burst of
electricity shooting into his rectal chamber.

"Yes, like that. And finally, I want you, Elerie to go out tonight and
purchase the uniforms for the rest of the team, both night and day
shift. I want everyone properly dressed when I get back. You can get
their sizes from their personnel files."

Elerie sighed and the insides of his ears reddened again. He meekly
nodded, "Aye, Master Toraq. I suppose it is best I get out and about
like this as soon as possible anyway."

"It is," Toraq agreed, "The first time is the toughest. It gets easier
after that. Just remember to hold your head and tail up high; walk with
pride, and carry yourself as if you have girled up all your life. Now, I
must bid you a fine and naughty night."

Toraq sidled up against Arlin, "Let's go, Tiger."

Arlin proudly put his arm around Toraq's waist, resting his paw on the
bird's flank as if he had engaged in intimacy with boys all his life.
They gave Skara-Bree, Flurrie, and Elerie a curt nod and wave, then
padded up the stairs together to go burn up the night.



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To Be Continued

Next Chapter : The Apprentice Whore


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