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RedTails : Reckonings
The Paddled Princess
By
Scarletdown

Chapter II:  Party Crasher

	"Good evening to you too, Allisson," Arlin growled.  His body shuddered,
and his aching, still maleness flexed at the Raccoon's touch.  "I trust that you
and Amanda are having a profitable night?"
	She nodded and flashed him a coy smile, "Yep-yep, our tails have been
remarkably busy.  And we have only been working for not even two hours so far
tonight."  She snuggled up against the Tiger, sighed, and rested her head on his
muscular chest.
	Arlin smiled down at the Raccoon, affectionately ran his fingers through
her her shoulder-length mane of black curly hair, and purred softly as he looked
her over.  Typical of her species, Allisson could best be described as compact
and stocky; not truly fat by any means, but certainly not the type that one
would expect to encounter whoring among the more curvaceous Vixens, slinky
Felines, and sexually hyperactive Rabbits for example.  No, she was that girl
next door, with whom you grew up but never noticed back in the day, because you
were too busy chasing after those aforementioned Vixens, Felines, and Rabbits. 
But what she lacked in physical assets, she more than made up for with her sweet
temperament and endearing schoolgirl charm.
	She gazed up at Arlin with genuine wide-eyed adoration, a look that she
had perfected over the years, and one which never failed to generate a stir deep
within the Tiger like no other girl could ever cause, save for one.

	"You haven't answered my question, Arlee," she chirred, using the nick
she called him back when they were both tendertails, "You seem rather tense and
stiff tonight.  You know good and well that I can help you relax and unwind. 
And since we have known each other for like ever, I can even give you a deep
discount."
	Arlin chuckled and scritched the exposed fur on Allisson's back between
her bustier and skirt, causing her to squirm playfully.  "You are quite the
seductress, Allee," he accused her, "but as tempted as I always am by your
charms, I am afraid that I can't come over and play tonight."  He gave her a pat
on the rump, touched his mouth to hers with a tender kiss, then froze and tensed
up for a brief moment.
	A paw lightly touched the Tiger's shoulder, then slid teasingly down his
back and squeezed his rear.  A sultry voice purred soothingly in his ear, "If
you aren't in the mood to ream the Ringtail, then how about some sibling revelry
instead?"
	The Warden slowly turned around and found himself face to face with the
most enchanting Furling Tigress he had ever known.  She stood nearly as tall as
Arlin.  Her black and orange striped face was framed by a thick mop of honey
gold hair, which flowed in gentle silky curls down to her waist.  And her large
feline eyes were like golden pools, which sparkled mischievously in the
moonlight.  Her physique, though nowhere near as hard and muscular as Arlin's,
left no doubt to even a casual observer that this girl could hold her own
against most any adversary, or against any potential lover.  Her plush feminine
curves belied the powerful muscles beneath the smooth silky striped fur.  This
girl, a mighty huntress in her own right was built equally for endurance and
comfort.  And she was on the hunt tonight, just like Arlin, but with a much
different prey in mind.

	The Tigress was dressed in naught but a plain, belt-cinched, grass-green
tunic, the back of which draped over the base of her long, slinky tail, leaving
her wide, pillow-soft bottom fully exposed; bare save for her covering of short,
sleek fur.
	"Amanda!"  Arlin gave the girl a big toothy smile, then put his massive
arms around her and pressed his mouth to hers.  He took a firm, two-pawed grip
on her butt, his fingers probing into the warm crevasse between her plush nether
hills and teasing around the rim of her southern star.
	"You're looking hot tonight, lil' sis," Arlin said.  He took a half step
back, still maintaining his grip on Amanda's rump, and looked her over from head
to toe.  "Allisson says that you've been having a remarkably profitable night."
	Amanda wiggled her butt and Arlin heard the faint, muffled jingle of
what sounded like a rather impressive amount of coins nested deep under her
tail, "Yeah, we've been doing okay," she replied, "Gonna hafta take a short
break soon to stash our earnings, since I'm already nearly full down there."
	"Amanda is an amazing girl, as I'm sure you already know," Allisson
interjected, "Personally, I have had a number of occasions to be shocked and in
awe at the sheer range of your little sister's talents since I first began
training her.  I mean, it's only been barely more than a week since she started,
and she is already performing as if she had been doing this since her
awakening."  She gave the Tigress an approving pat on the rump, "Sometimes, I
feel as if our positions are reversed, and that I should be the apprentice
whore, learning from her."
	Amanda smiled sheepishly at Allisson.  The insides of her ears betrayed
a soft reddening between the thin, white fur, "Well, I do have the finest
teacher a neophyte street tail could ever hope for."  Her gaze returned to
Arlin, and her expression regained its sparkle of mischief, "Plus, I have had
the finest and most perversely skilled practice subject at my beck and call to
help me with my homework, even for years before I started this apprenticeship,
in fact."
	Now it was the Warden's turn to blush as his little sister spoke openly
and candidly about their intimate explorations of each other's assets and kinks,
loud enough for any passersby to overhear.

	"Amanda," he warned, his voice a low growl as he slipped a paw into one
of the thigh pockets of his leather pants, "not so loud, little sister, not out
here in public."
	The Tigress giggled and planted a pair of quick, playful kisses on her
brother's mouth, "Oh, don't be such a coward, Arlee," she chided him, "What is
my big bad kitty afraid of?"
	Arlin tightened his grip on his sister's butt with his other paw,
"Amanda, I'm warning you..."
	"Oh, I'm so scared," she taunted, "What's my big, powerful brother going
to do, paddle my bottom as if I was still a tendertail schoolgirl?"  She gave
her wide rump a few firm, playful swats.
	"I just might," Arlin growled, "Remember, although you may be a big girl
now, you are still my little sister.  And as such, I can put you over my lap and
warm your sweet bottom as I see fit."
	"She would have to charge you for the service, Arlin," Allisson
interjected, "After all, Amanda may be your sister, but she is also my
apprentice.  Our craft focuses heavily on our tails; we are in the TL Sector; we
are at work now, and spanking is one of the services we sell."
	"Yeah," Amanda added, sticking her tongue out at her brother, "If you
want to spank me, or even be spanked by me or Mistress for that matter, our
rates are one copper bit per swat, or twelve swats for one silver laurel.  But
anyway, I don't understand why you are getting so worked up.  It's not like our
past is any big secret.  I mean, what with our psi talents, y'know.  Why do you
think daddy paddled us after our first boinking that you gave me as my ninth
birthday present?"
	She rubbed her bottom as she fondly remembered that magical afternoon,
her awakening, and continued her defense, "And not only that first time either. 
If you remember, for that first year, we always unfailingly found ourselves bent
over Daddy's or Mother's lap within minuted after we finished fucking.  It
wasn't until I figured out how to put up a Psilence Wall that we were finally
able to avoid..."
	While Amanda was candidly engaged in her recap of her and her brother's
early tendertail adventures with each other, Arlin discreetly extracted his paw
from his pocket, slipped his fingers under his sister's tail, and expertly
inserted three slightly chilled coins up her butt, where they joined the
countless others she had already earned tonight.
	"Three silver laurels," was all that he said as he pulled his fingers
out of Amanda's aft passage, bent her over his arm, and planted twelve hard
swats with his large, open paw on her plush bottom.

	Amanda was too stunned to protest or put up any sort of struggle.  And
with the tight grip of Arlin's arm around her waist, pinning her in place, there
was no way she could struggle and squirm out of her submissive, vulnerable
position anyway.  There was nothing the hapless Tigress whore could do except
whimper and moan while her brother's massive paw made her lovely bare butt quite
warm, and extremely sore.  And to make matters worse, her ears and cheeks were
developing a warmth that nearly matched the heat in her bottom, thanks to the
small crowd that had naturally gathered to watch the mighty Tigress get spanked
on the bare right out here on the busy walk.  She knew it was inevitable that
within hours her backside would be posted all over the global comm grid, and all
over the interstellar grid within less than a day.
	"Twelve for a laurel," Arlin confirmed, releasing Amanda from his grip,
allowing her to stand upright so that he could talk to her face instead of to
her ass.  He paused to shoo away the last few lingering onlookers.  When they
were gone, he looked around hard in all directions, seemingly glaring at
nothing, then returned his attention to his sister, "I will give your butt the
other twenty four you owe me tomorrow morning, over my lap with a hard wood
paddle of my choosing."
	Allisson cringed and gave Amanda a sympathetic squeeze on her rump, "Oh,
that's rough, 'Manda.  I mean, spankings from your brother without the use of
any toys already border on the cusp between pleasure and punishment.  But a
twenty four swat paddling from him?  All I can say is ouch, very ouch.  And
believe me, young lady, my bottom is intimately familiar with the fiery kiss of
Arlin's collection of paddles, crops, switches, straps, and whips."  The Raccoon
hiked up the back of her skirt and gingerly rubbed her furry butt in fond
recollection.
	Amanda defiantly crossed her arms over her chest and pouted cutely.  It
was an expression that never failed to generate a stir deep within Arlin's
being.  And had the Warden not possessed such remarkable self discipline from
years of working the streets as a cop, he could very easily have succumbed to
his sister's charms, haul her off into a nearby alley, bend her over a stack of
crates, and fuck her silly all night long.
	"Believe me," Mistress Allisson, Amanda replied, "I know all too well
what is in store for my ass, should I allow Arlin to have his way.  My brother
seems to have quite a highly refined talent, and even an obsession for that
matter, for rendering pretty bottoms hot and sore, especially my pretty bottom."
	A devilish toothy smile crossed Arlin's muzzle, "And you are just now
figuring that out after all these years, sweet tail?"  He chuckled and put his
arm around Amanda's waist, his paw resting on her flank.
	"Your pretty bottom, as you so modestly describe it, sweet sister, was
made for paddling and other painful pleasures.  Isn't that right, Allisson?"
	The Raccoon smiled, nodded her head, giggled, and patted the small round
paddle that hung at her right hip, "You know good and well that your brother is
right as always, my dear apprentice.  Why else would nearly half of your
earnings since you started your training be from spankings?"
	"And I fully intend to get my money's worth," Arlin declared.  He gave
his sister's rump another hard swat that caused her to yelp in surprise, then he
stuffed a copper coin up her butt, as per her and Allisson's stated rates.  "I'm
probably stating the blindingly obvious here, Amanda.  But you will most likely
be on your feet for most of tomorrow, as sitting may prove to be a rather
uncomfortable activity."
	"Actually," Allisson corrected him, "Amanda will be spending most of the
day on all fours, considering the training I have planned for her after you are
finished warming her bottom."  She looked at her apprentice and shook her head
sympathetically, "You really should have heeded Arlin's warnings and simply shut
the fuck up about your escapades together, my little pet.  But it is too late
now.  He may be your brother, but he is also now a paying client, and you now
owe him your ass."

	Amanda gave an indignant huff and glared defiantly at Arlin, "We will
see about that, dear brother.  There's nothing stopping me from simply refunding
your two laurels right here and now."  She reached a paw between her legs.
	"Yes there is," Allisson growled.  Amanda's mistress was a step ahead of
her.  Her eyes went wide as saucers as she felt the Raccoon take a tight grip on
her bottom with one paw, while the other paw slipped between her nether cheeks,
spreading them apart a full three fingers' width.  With one quick and smooth
motion, Allisson thrust her index and social fingers past the apprentice whore's
tight southern star and deep up her coin-filled butt, all the way to the third
joint.
	"Don't even try," she warned the Tigress, "Remember our primary rule. 
Recite it to me now."
	Amanda sighed and dropped her gaze to the ground, "All services paid for
are to be rendered, unless the client's desires fall outside of our declared
limits, or could otherwise result in injury or death."
	Allisson sternly nodded her head and wiggled her fingers inside her
student's ass.  The coins shifted around within her rectal chamber, eliciting
from the Tigress, a moan that echoed a mix of discomfort and pleasure.
	"And you know good and well that the paddling your brother paid to give
you does not meet either of those conditions," the Raccoon reminded her, "So
tomorrow morning, you will go over Arlin's lap and submit to the ass roasting
that he wishes to give you.  There will absolutely be no weaseling out of your
appointment, and no refunds.  Is that clear, my little slut?"
	Amanda sighed again, closed her eyes, and nodded her head, reaffirming
her sworn submissiveness to her teacher's wishes, "Aye, Mistress Allisson.  Your
orders are clear as a desert night, and they will be obeyed in full."  She
raised her head and  met Arlin's gaze.  The expression on the Tiger's face
reflected a mix of embarrassment, amusement, and lust-tinged excitement.
	"My brother," the Tigress purred, her voice low and barely audible to
all around save for Arlin and Allisson, "I humbly accept the appointment that
you have scheduled for me.  Tomorrow morning, at your convenience, my bottom
shall exist solely for your pleasure."
	Arlin smiled lovingly and wrapped his arms around his sister.  His claws
very gently kneaded the soft, but muscular flesh of her wide, furry butt as he
echoed the same affirmation he had said to Karma earlier that night, "Indeed it
is, Amanda of Lovenmusk.  Indeed it is."

	Allisson nodded her head, satisfied that the guidance that she had been
providing for Amanda was finally starting to sink into the feisty kitten's head.
 She looked up at Arlin, "I wish to apologize to you for my apprentice's
behavior.  Her manners were most inappropriate for her position, and such
impudence reflects poorly upon her mistress."
	Arlin chuckled at the Raccoon's burst of melodrama, and gave her butt an
affectionate squeeze through her skirt, "Don't you worry your pretty tail over
this, love.  Remember, the three of us have been best friends and more ever
since we were tendertails.  So I fully understand how difficult it must be for
my sister to put aside our familiarity when she is working and learning her
trade."
	"Yes, yes," Allisson agreed, "It is difficult for all of us.  And as her
mistress, I must take some responsibility for Amanda's misbehavior."  She took a
deep breath, preparing herself mentally and emotionally for the gift she was
about to bestow upon the Tiger.
	"Warden Arlin, as penance for my errors in properly conditioning your
sister for the level of humility and submissiveness that is appropriate to one
whose social status is like that of a personal pet, I hereby offer to submit my
own bottom to the same punishment for which my apprentice is fated."
	Arlin was caught completely off guard by his friend's announcement,
"Really, Allee?  Twenty four with the paddle merely because my sweet little
sister was nothing more than her normal bratty self?  I mean, you know know all
too well what you are getting yourself into.  This is not, by any means going to
be a pleasure spanking, at least not a pleasure spanking for you."
	"Indeed I do know, and am fully aware of the intense punishment I will
experience under my tail," she solemnly replied, "and I am totally serious about
this.  I deserve this just as much as she does, twenty four with the paddle,
plus twelve administered open-paw as a warm up.  Tomorrow at your convenience,
my bottom shall exist solely for your pleasure."
	Warden Arlin knew that he would be a complete and utter fool to turn
down a gift like this.  He held the Raccoon against him in a loving embrace,
caressed the exposed fur between her top and skirt with one paw, and reached the
other paw under her hem to knead the sweet, plush bottom that would be his to
punish tomorrow, and affirmed for the third time that night, "Indeed it will,
Allisson of Lovenmusk, indeed it will."
	"Mistress," Amanda chimed in, "there is no need for you to put your ass
through this ordeal.  It was totally my fault, and I claim full responsibility. 
If anything, as your apprentice and pet, I should take those additional thirty
six for you."
	"Too late, love," the Raccoon declared, "I have already given my oath
and pledge."  She gave the Tigress a knowing wink, and idly toyed with the coins
nested up Amanda's butt while she thought for a moment.  A mischievous gleam
sparkled in her eyes, a glimmer that Amanda knew was cause to worry.
	"Although I can't allow you to take my punishment for me, I have decided
to take you up on your offer, my pet.  After we next retire for a break to
secure and stash our earnings thus far, I am going to give everyone around a
free floor show.  Specifically, I am going to bend you over a table and paddle
you long and hard so that every time a client fucks you from behind tonight, the
feel of his body slamming against your wide, sore, burning ass will remind you
of your place as my submissive and obedient apprentice."
	"Ah, marvelous," Arlin cheered, "It's a pity that I'm too busy to be
there to see this little show live.  But at least I can watch it on the security
recordings from wherever you two are going to perform, and as a bonus, she
should be primed and ready for our session tomorrow."

	"Then it is settled," Allisson declared, "I will make a note on our
schedule for tomorrow of your appointment over your brother's lap."  She paused
to think for a brief moment again, and idly wiggled her fingers around some more
inside her apprentice's aft chamber, "As a matter of fact, I think I will leave
the entire morning open for you, just in case your paddling leads to more
intimate and tender activities."  The Raccoon yanked her fingers out of Amanda's
butt, causing the Tigress to gasp and flinch, then shudder as a wave of bestial
pleasure rippled through her body.  She stuck one finger in her mouth and
chirred softly as she sampled her apprentice's intimate flavor.
	"Mmmm, you are delicious, my naughty little pet," she said, causing
Amanda's ears to warm up yet again in embarrassment, and her tight, damp, sex to
tingle with the desire for fulfillment.  Always willing to share, Allisson
graciously offered the other finger to Arlin.  He just as graciously accepted.
	A deep purr rumbled in his throat as the intoxicating, exotic taste of
his little sister's sweet nether depths spread out over his tongue, "Amanda, I
know that I say this every time I taste you, but the truth is always worth
repeating.  You, dear sister, are pure unadulterated sweetness, outside and
inside."  He pressed his mouth to hers; their tongues touched, and the two Tiger
siblings shared a purr together.  After a half minute in tender embrace and
muzzle lock, Arlin and Amanda pulled back and gazed deep into each other's
large, golden, feline eyes.


	<:: Dear brother, ::>

	Once again, time seemed to slow down as Amanda's thoughts touched
directly into Arlin's mind.

	<:: I am curious.  Since we first found you out here tonight, we have
engaged in activities in public that should have caused a mass orgy in the
streets.  I mean, within the past few minutes, both you and Mistress have
fondled my bottom numerous times; you have bent me over and spanked me; you have
stuffed coins up my butt, and both of you have spoken openly and candidly about
my intimate flavor as well as about how I seemingly have the most spankable
bottom in the known universe.  Yet I am confuzzled.  Why is it that... ::>

	Arlin intercepted Amanda's train of thought and completed the question
she was about to ask.

	<:: Why is it that very few passersby have paused to watch our antics,
or have even noticed us out here?  It is simple, sweet sister.  Right after I
spanked you, I made use of a new power that I recently learned.  I call it
Perception Deflector. ::>

	<:: I am not familiar with that one.  Is it like a Psilence Wall? ::>

	<:: No, they are not similar at all, although they are in the same
general class of psionic disciplines.  This is a new technique that I have
personally been researching, developing, and refining for the past three months.
 Essentially, what I have managed causes most people to simply not notice our
presence out here. ::>

	<:: You mean invisibility? ::>

	<:: No, not exactly.  True invisibility is a skill that even the most
powerful Psi-Masters have tremendous difficulty acheiving.  That is well beyond
my humble abilities.  Invisibility would be ineffective out here anyway, since
someone would have plowed into us by now.  No, what my psionic invention does
merely makes us a low priority on the mind's scanners.  However, they do still
perceive us on a deep subconcious level.  So without even giving us a first
thought, they automatically alter their paths to skirt around us. ::>

	<:: Well all I can say is that is pretty fucking amazing, big brother,
::>

	A mischievous sparkle flashed in Amanda's eyes.

	<:: Does this mean that we could conceivably fuck right here on the
sidewalk, and no one would even notice? ::>

	<:: Not quite, at least, not yet.  This power is not one hundred percent
effective.  There is a good chance that anyone who is already observing us at
the moment the deflector is implemented would not be affected.  And anyone
already in close proximity to us would likewise be immune to it. ::>

	<:: Ah, like Mistress Allisson, for example. ::>

	<:: Yes, like Allee. ::>

	<:: So then, would my dear, sweet, loving brother be willing to teach
his adoring, devoted little sister this power? ::>

	Amanda gave Arlin a naughty smile, and touched his mind with an image of
the two of them down on all fours in the Grand Atrium of the Chastity Society's
meeting lodge, fucking like wild ponies in season while dozens of C.S. members
passed by around them, oblivious to the hot passionate naughtiness taking place
in their puritanical sanctuary.
	Arlin was momentarily shocked by the tantalizing mental imagery.  His
cock pressed tight against his leather pants, its hardness instantly renewed.

	<:: In time, my sweet little slut of a sister, in time.  I am not ready
to field test this new power in such a public setting, least of all among such
an emotionally tight-assed lot like the Chastity Society.  However, you have
given me an idea for how I will conduct my demonstration when I submit this new
development to the Psion Academy. ::>

	<:: I do hope that you will allow me to assist you in this endeavour,
Arlin, ::>

	Amanda smiled at her brother again.  Her eyes were half closed in dreamy
anticipation as she envisioned the two of them together, putting on the hottest
private performances ever in the most public places before the Psi-Masters.

	<:: If this works out as you say it should, then I would wager my ass
that the powers that be at Psion-A will make you a fully certified Psi-Master. 
::>

	<:: That is my plan, love.  I will be using both you and Allee in the
trials.  And when I do become a Master, your life is going to become many times
busier than it is now. ::>

	<:: Does that mean that I will...? ::>

	<:: Yes.  In addition to continuing your training as an apprentice whore
under Allisson, I am going to claim you as my apprentice so that you may finally
develop and refine your own psionic potential beyond those basic, rudimentary
powers with which you have become comfortable and complacent. ::>

	Amanda purred ever so softly as Arlin's plans for her were revealed. 
She sealed her fate and affirmed her impending submission to her brother's care
and guidance with one word.  It was a single word that touched his mind ever so
softly like a feather, a gentle whisper of total devotion...

	<:: Master... ::>

	"Arlin?  Amanda?" Allisson chirred.  Her voice sliced through their
shared thoughts like a powerblade and her paws landed with a sharp smack on
their behinds, bringing them back to the outer world.
	"Hey, you two!  Raccoon to Tigers, Raccoon to Tigers.  Give me a sign
here.  I mean, you kittens have just been staring silently at each other for
nearly ten whole seconds.  Is there a problem?"
	The Tigers turned their gaze to the Raccoon and smiled.  "No, Allee. 
All is perfect," Arlin assured her.  We were merely discussing our future
together, all three of us."
	"Oh, that sending thing you psi types do," she gave them a teasing
smirk, "So, what were you thinking about?  I mean, you said something about us. 
Since us includes me, please feel free to tell me all about whatever it is."
	She paused for a moment, though not long enough for wither Arlin or
Amanda to answer, "No.  On second thought, tell me later.  For now, we need to
get back to biz.  So how about it, Arlin?  Those tight leathers hide nothing,
love.  Face the facts.  Your cock has been hard as stone since you arrived here
tonight."
	"Mistress is right, Arlin," Amanda affirmed.  She pointed an accusing
finger at the Warden, "You, big brother, are obviously in need of some relief
and relaxation.  And you know good and well that we are the most qualified girls
for the job around here."
	Allisson ran her fingers down Arlin's rump and along his inner thighs,
causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through his body, "So once again, how
about it, just the three of us together for, say, an hour?  And my offer still
stands, honey kitten, a special discount just for you."  Her paw slipped up his
thigh and gave his ample male package a firm but gentle squeeze that nearly
caused him to break his resolve.
	The Warden sighed and flashed a sheepish look at the Raccoon and
Tigress, "I truly am sorry, girls," he apologized, "You two are doing a damn
fine job of tempting me.  However, as I said earlier, I am on the hunt tonight. 
And if I let these three miscreants get away, Regent Tormanin will be serving my
ass up on a platter for breakfast tomorrow morning."
	Allisson nodded her head sympathetically, "Ah, I see.  The Triple Terror
again?"
	"How did you guess?"
	"It doesn't take an empath to know," she replied, "You get that same
frustrated look on your face whenever you hafta deal with those brats.  And let
me be the first to offer my sympathies, Warden."
	Arlin held Allisson close to him and pressed his mouth to hers, their
tongues touching and sweetly gliding over each other, "Thank-you, love," he
purred, once they came up for air.  "I do have my work cut out for me tonight."

	"Then how about after you are off duty?" the Raccoon suggested.
	"I'm sorry again, honey.  I already have an appointment scheduled with a
Rabbit and a Ferret tonight," he confessed, "It's because of those two that I
arrived here with this mega stiffy."
	"We understand," Amanda interjected, "You really are going to have your
paws full if she's the same Bunny I'm thinking of."  She shut up for a brief
moment and gazed into her brother's eyes.  A naughty smile parted her muzzle,
and the Tigress giggled, "Yep-yep, she's the one.  And that stretch Rat looks
like a rather hot little beastie as well.  Nice choices, big brother.  You're in
for a wild ride tonight, if I may say so myself."
	"Yes," Arlin agreed, "that goes without saying.  Thankfully, I can take
most of tomorrow off, what with the only critical action item on my agenda being
Street Hunter Denali's paddling, scheduled for right after breakfast."
	Allisson giggled and patted her rump, "Aw, poor Arlin," she teased, "The
Court Warden's work is never ending, it seems."
	"So you finally found a reason to take that little honey over your lap,"
Amanda said, "I know you've been watching her tail ever since she first signed
on.  Come to think of it, pretty much everyone in your department has been
watching her tail ever since she first signed on."
	"Indeed," Arlin agreed, "the troops have had a betting pool going on
ever since Denali's first day, wagering over when I would finally have to paddle
her, why, and how many swats she would get."
	Amanda purred as she thought about the young Otter lass and her
impending fate, "I bet there is going to be one fuckuva turnout for this.  After
all, that girl has the cutest, most spankable, and most fuckable bottom in all
of Lovenmusk...well, second only to mine and Mistress Allisson's of course."
	Now it was the Raccoon's turn to be embarrassed.  She buried her face in
her paws and giggled, then gave her apprentice a playful slap on the ass, "You
learn fast, my little slut.  Flattery will get you everywhere."
	"Well, girls," Arlin interrupted, "It's been surreal, but I really must
be getting back to the hunt.  They are already way ahead of me by now, and
reacquiring their scent is going to take a miracle."
	"Up yours," Amanda said.

	Arlin stopped dead in his tracks.  With one fluid motion, he spun
around, grabbed his sister by the arm, and bent her over.  His lightning crop
was in his other paw, fully extended, buzzing and crackling loudly.  Its shaft
glowed an angry blue-white as he strategically poised it under her tail, ready
to thrust it deep up the girl's ass.
	"What did you just say, Amanda?" he demanded.  His voice was low and
menacing.
	Amanda whimpered like a kitten, "I...I said...Up yours," she stammered. 
She felt the fur on her bottom stand on end as the tip of the crop drew closer
to her southern star, ready to unleash its punishing, electric kiss into her
depths.
	"Please, Arlin," she begged, "hear me through for once.  It is not how
it sounds."
	Arlin maintained his grip, and kept the lightning crop near the entrance
to his sister's butt.  Although he refrained from thrusting it inside her for
now, he did go ahead and touch the glowing tip very briefly against the crevasse
between her plush nether cheeks.  "I'm listening.  Enlighten me, sweet sister. 
How was it really supposed to sound."
	Amanda yelped loudly as a wave of searing, electric fire coursed through
her wide bottom and down her muscular thighs.  Her ass defensively clenched
tight, awaiting the electrified raping that her rectal chamber could receive at
any time now.  "I wasn't bratting you, Master," she explained, "I was really
trying to help you on your hunt."
	Allisson cocked her head to one side and shot the Warden a quizzical
look, "Did she just call you Master?"
	"I'll explain later," Arlin growled, "Right now, I want her to explain
to me how mouthing off like she did is going to aid me in my quest.  And it
better be a damn good explanation, or you are going to get to see your
apprentice do a highly energetic dance like you've never seen before."
	"It's true," Amanda insisted, "I'm telling you exactly where to find
them.  We last saw them at Up Yours."
	Arlin's stern expression melted into one of confusion.

	"It's a night club," Allisson explained.
	"Huh, I'm not familiar with that one," Arlin admitted, "And here I
thought I knew every club, dive, and whore house in the TLD."
	"You've been spending far too much time sequestered in your lair back at
the Regent's palace ever since you made Court Warden, love," she accused him,
"You need to get yourself back out on the streets more often, among the people
you protect.  Up Yours is a brand spanking new joint, just opened last night."
	"Yeah, that's why you've never heard of it," Amanda said.
	Arlin relaxed his grip on the lightning crop.  The blue-white glow
vanished, and the shaft once again retracted back into itself.  The Tiger
returned the crop to its hook on his belt, and reached into his pocket.  "I am
truly sorry for my rash misjudgment of you, Amanda," he apologized, "I promise
that in the future, I will try to fully hear you out before zapping your bottom.
 What I did to you was totally undeserved."
	He removed his paw from his pocket and shot Allisson a glance that was
both sly, and sheepish, then resumed addressing his sister's butt, "What do you
think, Allisson?  Would you say that your apprentice has earned this?"  He held
up another shiny silver coin, inserted it up Amanda's ass, gave her a pat on the
rump, and released his grip on her arm.  Amanda stood upright, gingerly rubbed
her sore bottom, and assumed her submissive standby position, feet spread and
paws clasped behind her back at the base of her tail.

	"Yes," the Raccoon agreed, "I would say that a jolt like you gave her is
worth a dozen swats.  It's a good thing for you that you didn't follow through
with a rectal shock.  That would have cost you a pair of gold tiaras."
	"And I would have happily paid it," Arlin assured her.
	"But mistress," Amanda protested, "electrical play, at least, rectally
applied electrical play, is not within my declared limits."
	Allisson smiled wickedly and touched a paw to her apprentice's cheek,
"Don't you worry, my pet," she chirred, "After tomorrow's training, that will be
added to your list, as well as a number of other services.  I want you to be as
versatile as possible, don'cha know?  And don't call me Butt Mistress."
	She turned her attention back to Arlin before Amanda could protest
further, "Now then, Warden, as we were saying, your prey was last seen at Up
Yours less than an hour ago.  Come along with us, love.  We will take you
there."
	With an arm around each of them, Arlin let the girls guide him a quarter
block up to the next intersection and around the corner.
	"There it is," Amanda said.  She pointed to a large double door made of
heavily tinted, unbreakable glass.
	Arlin could not help but smirk as he pondered the gaudy animated sign on
the wall above the doors.  It featured a pair of Ornith Secretary Birds, one
female and the other male.  She was clad in a red plaid, pleated micro mini
skirt and matching bikini top, and was posed in a three-quarter rear view, bent
forward with her hands on her knees, wings and tailfeathers spread and raised,
and her back arched.  He was sporting a black leather miniskirt and matching
sleeveless shirt.  His fist was nested deep under her tail, pumping her ass like
a piston.  Above the two birds; in bold, angry read lettering, the sign read "UP
YOURS."  And below the birds was a list of services and activities to be had
inside, such as:  casual dining, drinks, dancing, live entertainment, and
private suites rentable by the hour.

	"Huh, seems like a rather hopping joint," Arlin remarked as he noted the
steady stream of partiers entering the building, and a small crowd gathered
around outside.
	"Yeah," Allisson agreed, "I think this place is going to become the most
successful business ever in the entire history of Lovenmusk.  In fact, I'm
predicting that Everett and Rhiana are going to be listed among Rain Valley
Region's top twenty wealthiest citizens before the month is done."
	"I would not be surprised at all," Arlin growled, "Those two lovebirds
already have a bit of notoriety going for them.  Pregenerated publicity is never
a bad thing, you know."
	"You mean their well-publicized adventures in sibling revelry?" Amanda
asked, "Most peeps don't think that's any big deal."
	"Ah, but didn't you hear?" Arlin corrected her, "They took it a step
further less than a week ago, and actually got legally married.  It was the top
story in the society section of the Lovenmusk Voyeur."
	"Oh, I never read that section," his sister admitted, "All that high and
mighty social stuff is usually pretty boring.  Still, I wonder if that is why
the Chastity Society is already protesting this place."  She nodded her head in
the direction of a group gathered around the door of Up Yours.  They were mostly
Humans and Dwarves, with a very few Furlings among them, all dressed identically
in silk tunics and pants of purest white.
	Allisson huffed indignantly and rolled her eyes, "Why do those
tightasses always hafta meddle and interfere with anything remotely pleasurable?
 It's not like Everett and Rhiana are engaging in anything illegal or harmful. 
Can't you do something about them, Arlin?"
	The Warden sighed and gave the Raccoon a squeeze on her rump, "I wish I
could. love," he replied, "But like with everyone else operating in this part of
town, as long as they aren't doing anything illegal. I can't interfere."
	"Then it's up to us to deal with their nonsense one way or another,"
Amanda declared.  She gazed at her brother, noted the warning glimmer in his
eyes, and added, "up to us to deal with them legally, that is."
	"Oh?  What do you have in mind, sis?"
	The Tigress giggled and flashed a mischievous glance over at Allisson,
"If Mistress approves, I suggest that we make use of our assets for the greater
good of the community and show some of the White Silks the error of their ways."
	Allisson was rendered momentarily speechless by her impetuous young
apprentice's proposal, "You mean, we should try to rent our tails to those
killjoys?"
	Amanda nodded her head and smiled impishly, "Why not?  They are just as
mortal as the rest of us.  I bet most any of them can be corrupted and lured
away from their sterile sexless lifestyle with the right amount of persuasion." 
She canted her hip and seductively ran a paw over her wide, muscular flank, "And
since they have never gotten any, and don't spend their resources on other
simple pleasures either, that means most of them probably have plenty of
indiscretionary cash to spend on the likes of us."
	Arlin chuckled and gave his sister's exposed rump a playful swat, "A
virgin market, literally."
	Allisson groaned at the bad pun, then flashed a smile at Amanda, "Okay,
my pet.  It's worth a shot.  Choose your mark and get to work."

	The three of them looked over the crowed of white-clad protesters,
sizing up possible candidates, "How about that one there?" Arlin suggested,
nodding to a youthful-looking Furling Fox who was nervously holding up a picket
sign that declared Up Yours to be a den of perversions against nature.
	Amanda shook her head dismissively, "Naw, he wouldn't be a challenge. 
I'll keep him in mind for a quick fuck later on when I need a break.  That one
there, on the other paw,"  she discreetly pointed to a stout, but muscular
middle-aged Dwarf standing near the door and trying to hand out Chasity Society
flyers to anyone within reach, "Now, he will make for a good test of the
seduction skills that mistress has taught me."
	"He won't be easy, sis," Arlin warned her, "That's Nyrion.  He's one of
the charter members of Lovenmusk's CS chapter.  He is also their top recruiter. 
He will be a tough nut to crack."
	Amanda shrugged and smiled in anticipation, "Can't hurt to try.  The
worst that can happen is he will say no, and possibly give me a spanking for
attempting to corrupt him."
	"And if that happens," Allisson reminded her, "you better make sure he
pays for the service."
	Arlin laughed, "Sounds like a no-lose situation.  How about you, love? 
Which one are you going to try to steal away first?"
	"This one's a no-brainer for me," she replied, "You see that Ringtail
helping Nyrion hand out tracts?"
	"Isn't that your little brother?"  the Warden pointed out.
	"Yeppers.  Karlisle let himself be swayed by these numbnuts before I
could get to him.  Now, it's time for me to give him some sisterly guidance and
bring him back to his senses before it's too late."
	
	"Well, it sounds like you girls have your work cut out for you," Arlin
said, "So I guess this is where we part ways for now."  He gave them each a
tender farewell kiss on the mouth, and a final friendly swat on the ass.  "Best
of luck to you both."
	"Seeya later, love," Allisson said, as the Warden left them to work
their magick.
	He gave them one last look over his shoulder and smiled, "Don't get
yourselves too worn out.  I aim to get my money's worth out of you tomorrow,
both of you."
	The crowd parted before Arlin, allowing him to pass unimpeded as he
padded with grim determination to the double door.  Despite the crass name and
signage outside, the interior of Up Yours was quite tastefully designed, modeled
after the great hunting and mining lodges of the frozen Northlands.  The common
area was a single spacious room with a high ceiling supported by thick beams of
unvarnished wood and matching rafters.  A large, raised, stone fireplace
dominated the middle of the room, and one wall was taken up by the bar, behind
which a set of double doors led to the grill.  Tables and chairs were scattered
casually about, and at the other end, was a stage for the live performers, and a
dance floor for the patrons.  In the far corner, was another set of double
doors, which led to the dressing rooms for the dancers and private suites for
guests.  The lighting was comfortably soft, about the equivalent of dusk, and
the music the band was playing was an eerie, but medium-paced techno-synth
style, easy on the ears, and easy to dance to.
	Allisson was right, despite being brand spanking new, Up Yours was
looking to be an instant platinum mine for the owners.  There was not a single
unoccupied table in the entire dining area, and only a couple empty seats at the
bar.  The dance floor was at full capacity, and the wait staff, male and female
of a variety of races and species hustled about serving hot dishes from the
grill and cold drinks from the bar.  Arlin couldn't help but smirk as some of
the servers turned their backs to their guests, leaned forward, and accepted
gratuities under their tails, in keeping true to the name of their
establishment.  While he was busy ogling one Vixen waitress receive about a
dozen cash capsules up her butt after serving a rather large party of Humans,
Furlings, and Elves, Arlin felt a taloned hand on his arm.
	"Warden Arlin!" a gentle but definitely male voice spoke from behind the
Tiger, pulling his attention away from the Vixen who was now sashaying back to
the private dressing rooms to stash her haul.  The Tiger turned around and met
the cheerful, sparkling blue gaze of a handsome Ornith Secretary Bird.
	"Dammit, Everett," Arlin growled, "you startled the bejeezers out of me.
 You should know better than to sneak up on a Tiger."
	The bird laughed and gave the Warden a friendly squeeze on the shoulder,
"Aw, come now, Warden.  What are you going to do?  Spank me?"  He teasingly
presented his aft end to Arlin, spread his tailfeathers, and shook his butt in
time with the music.  Like his image on the animated sign outside, Everett was
dressed in a black, sleeveless shirt and black hip-hugging leather miniskirt
that showed off his feathery, shapely thighs.
	"Don't tempt me, silly bird," Arlin replied, failing to stifle a
devilish chuckle.  The powers know I've been in a spanking mood tonight, and
would have no qualms about roasting your behind as I would your sister's."
	"Hah.  I'm flattered, Warden," the bird said, "And you know, flattery
will get you everywhere.  Now come on over to the bar, and try our house
special, Kloakiss.  My treat."  He took a grip on the Tiger's arm and led him
over to an unoccupied barstool.
	Arlin sat down and cleared his throat, while Everett bent over and
brought up a cold, frosty glass from the lowest shelf against the far wall, "So,
if you don't mind my asking, birdie, why the girlie clothes?"
	"Why not?"  Everett shot back.  "It feels comfortable, and looks sexy. 
Why should only the girls get to wear the nicest-looking clothes?"  He strutted
over to the tap and pulled the lever forward, causing a flow of
delicious-looking golden ale to fill the glass.  Arlin noted the custom bit of
artwork on the tap handle, and stifled a laugh and a groan as he realized the
pun.  The logo for Kloakiss featured the same two Secretary Birds that graced Up
Your's sign.  But this time, she was crouched forward with her back arched,
hands on her knees, and tailfeathers spread.  And he, obviously Everett, was on
his knees behind her with his beak pressed in an Ornith kiss between her plush,
down-covered nether cheeks.  Granted, being Orniths with humanoid anatomy
instead of full birds, the pun wasn't totally accurate, but it was enough to
make the joke obvious.
	"Whoa!  Calm down there," Arlin replied, "No need to be defensive.  I'm
not teasing you about your fashion.  No, I always felt that if you have the body
for it, there's no reason not to dress in ways to flaunt your assets.  And I
hope you don't mind me saying this, Everett, but you definitely have the body
for it.  You look quite sexy in a skirt.  And coming from someone like myself,
you can take that as a bigass compliment."
	"Compliment gladly accepted," the bird laughed.  He set the full glass
down on the bar in front of Arlin, "And everyone knows that I won't be
embarrassed about my assets.  It's no secret that I swing both ways."
	Arlin took a sip of the ale, swishing it around on his tongue before
swallowing, "Even though you are married now?"
	"Sure.  Just because Rhiana is the one I share my bed with when we call
it a night, doesn't mean that we can't play around with others.  In fact, since
we got married, I've had nearly as many propositions from other guys for the use
of my tail as she has."
	"Well, you know what they say," Arlin reminded him.  he took another
longer sip, then, "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."
	The crest of feathers on top of Everett's head went vertical, a sign
that he had just been delightfully embarrassed, "Er... well...  Thank-you, I
guess.  Does this mean that you might want to..."
	"Well, I've never considered it, actually," Arlin admitted, "I mean,
I've engaged in some pretty kinky activities myself over the years, but always
with a natural-born girl."  He finished his drink with one long, uninterrupted
pull, then set the empty glass down on the bar, reached into his money pouch,
and extracted a pair of silver laurels.
	"Ah, 'tis a pity," Everett sighed, "Perhaps I can think of another way
to show my deep gratitude for signing mine and my sister's mating certificate. 
The notoriety our marriage generated really seems to be bolstering our business
here.  And a mere a free glass of ale is nowhere near enough thanks."
	Arlin laughed, despite the warm blush in his ears, "Silly bird.  I
swear, it seems like everyone I encounter tonight wants me to fuck them silly. 
And I never said I wouldn't.  I just said I never considered it.  And the more
you come onto me, the more tempted I am to haul you into one of your private
suites and take you like the wannabe girl you are, you feathered slut."
	"Oh!"  Everett was genuinely surprised by Arlin's sudden revelation that
he found him boinkable after all, "Just say when then, Warden, and I will get
one of my wait staff to take over the bar for an hour."
	"I can't tonight," Arlin admitted, I'm on a mission, and I pretty much
have a full dance card for the night afterwards."
	"I understand," the bird replied, "Still, you know where to find me once
you are ready to sample my undertail."
	"Of course.  Oh, and Everett?"  Arlin held up the two silver coins.
	"No need, Warden," he insisted, "That was on the house."
	"That doesn't include tips," the Tiger said, reminding him of eatery and
bar service etiquette, "Now, present that cute birdie bottom of yours."

	Everett's crest rose again.  He gave the Tiger a coy gaze, leaped up
onto the bar, and presented his aft end, mimicking the position his sister was
in on the Kloakiss logo; hands on his knees, back arched, and tailfeathers
spread.  Arlin lifted the hem of the bird's skirt, revealing his soft,
down-covered rump.  All he wore underneath was a tight thong, to hold his
maleness in place.  The Tiger pulled aside the narrow strap that ran up the
crevasse of Everett's ass, moistened the two silver coins with his tongue, and
expertly inserted them one at a time past his southern star and deep up his rear
chamber.
	He wiggled his finger around in the Secretary Bird, and chuckled as he
felt a considerable number of coins already nested inside him.  "Well, I see
you've been busy."  He pulled his finger back out and gave Everett a firm slap
on his bottom, then released the thong's strap so it snapped back into place.
	Everett pulled his skirt back down and perched on the edge of the bar,
one leg crossed over the other, very ladylike, "Yes," he admitted, "Business has
been great, like I said earlier, and the gratuities have been considerable for
all of us."
	"So, is all that from just drink serving, or have you..."
	"It's mostly just from serving," he interrupted, "plus the occasional
flirty bit of lap sitting.  No whoring or even dancing yet, if that is what you
mean.  Now, Rhiana, she's another story altogether.  She's been making a killing
on the stage most every night.  I really should have her teach me her craft
soon.  Or if not her, perhaps our guest dancers can take on a student.  Those
three are simply amazing."  He nodded in the direction of the stage.  Occupying
the center of the raised platform was Everett's mate and sister.  She was
dressed in nothing but her feathers.  And her moves were pure magick, with the
grace of a Panthress.  The crowd gathered around was absolutely in love with
Rhiana  And every single time she would turn her backs to them and shake her
shapely ass in their faces, several coins or cash capsules would get inserted up
inside her.  Arlin was impressed at how much she could seemingly carry.
	"She's an amazing bird indeed," Arlin agreed.  He then noticed the
others also strutting about and gyrating alluringly up there on the stage with
Rhiana  There was a Human girl; very healthy-looking, obviously somewhat
athletic with just the right amount of plushness, and two Furling Skunks, one
girl and one boy.  All three were dressed in identical green and white pleated
schoolgirl minidresses that just barely covered their ample assets.  The skunks
were barefoot, their digitigrade legs, like Kata's giving the illusion of them
being in a perpetual crouching position.  The Human girl sported a pair of
thigh-length high-heeled leather boots, black to match her neck-length mane of
feathery ebony hair.  And as they presented their cute bottoms to receive coins
and capsules from their adoring fans, it was quite obvious to Arlin that the
three wore nothing under their dresses, not even a thong.
	"Wonderful show you got going here, bird," a slightly intoxicated
Furling Panther purred.  He took a long sip of Deep Shadow from the shot glass
he held, then muttered to Arlin, "It's pretty rare to see tender tails who can
dance like that, y'know.  Those two Stripers work those poles like
professionals."
	"Yeah, I've never seen anyone perform like those three," the Gnome on
the other side of the Warden added, "The Hooman lass is a real treasure.  I bet
she'd be worth a buttload if she had the right agent."
	Arlin glared at the Gnome, then returned his attention to the stage,
"Worth much more than you realize, bub," he growled.
	"Whoa!  Check that out," the Panther said, almost falling off his stool
and steadying himself by grabbing Arlin's shoulder.  Arlin watched in shock as a
Furling Rat slipped a note into a cash capsule, placed one end in his mouth, and
edged closer to the stage.  The Human girl swirled around her pole, then backed
up towards the Rat.  She went down on all fours and presented her bottom to him.
 He pressed the exposed end of the capsule against her southern star, then
pushed it deep up inside her with his tongue.  She playfully wiggled her ass in
his face, then turned around and gave him a kiss on the mouth while the crowd
raised their mugs in a hearty cheer.
	"That Rat must be a fuckin' rich bastard," The Panther remarked, "I've
lost count of the number of capsules he's given them.  You'd think they would be
about ready to take a break and cash out soon."
	"Well, hopefully, the girl has room for one more," Arlin replied.  He
took a capsule from a dispenser on the bar, reached into his pouch, and
extracted a tiara note.  He rolled up the bill, sealed it in the capsule, and
padded off to the stage area.

	"How are you girls doing?" Rhiana asked her guest dancers, as she took
another three coins under her tailfeathers.
	"Er, Miss Rhiana," Kennewick said, "not all of us up here are girls,
y'know."
	"You're dressed like a girl, so you should expect to be addressed as
one, silly," the Secretary Bird admonished the Skunk, getting in a firm swat
under his skirt as their paths on the stage crossed.  "Anyway, that schoolgirl
uniform looks great on you, young lady."
	The insides of Kennewick's ears heated up and a slight reddening could
be seen through the white fluff on his cheeks.  He quickly rubbed his butt, and
pouted.  For just a quick drive-by swat, Rhiana packed quite a wallop.  he
hooked one leg around one of the stage poles and performed a graceful triple
spin that caused his skirt to flower out and show off his maleness and his furry
behind, which really looked rather feminine, "It ain't my fault.  It's Amalie
that insists that me and Katella dress alike."  His path took him to the edge of
the stage.  He turned his back to the crowd and presented his butt to accept a
half dozen coins from a Furling Wolf.
	"Well we are twins," the other Skunk reminded him, "And we both serve
our Princess in the exact same way.  So it's only natural she would want us to
have the same uniform."  Katella planted a playful kiss on her brother's mouth.
then followed his lead and presented her bottom for coining.
	"I'm about ready for a break," Amalie said, "I don't think I can carry
much more inside of me."  After the Rat gave her that last capsule, she knelt on
the stage and bent forward, so her breasts were pressed against the floor and
her behind thrust up in the air for all to see.  She teasingly wiggled her bare
bottom in front of the crowd, then rolled over onto her back.  Next, she lifted
her legs up in the air and brought them over her face.  This, of course, caused
her skirt to fall upwards and expose her tight, hairless sex.  While she held
this position for a moment, a burly Human fellow leaned over the edge of the
stage and managed to slip a gold coin up her butt to join all the other coins
and capsules she was carrying.  She then thrust herself up so only her shoulders
were supporting her, locked a leg around one of the poles, and continued to push
herself up into a handstand.  A few seconds later, she righted herself, coming
down into a full split.
	"This song is almost over, dear," Rhiana assured her and the Skunks,
"then we can all take a short recess in the back and cash out.  Oh, and it looks
like your biggest fan is back with another token of appreciation."
	Amalie smiled at the Furling Rat, who was once again waiting at the edge
of the stage with a cash capsule in his mouth.  She sauntered over to him and
gently ran her fingers across his face.  As before, she turned around and thrust
her bottom out at him.  She gasped as the capsule was inserted into her now
rather full aft chamber.  But instead of feeling that long tongue press in after
it as before, she felt a long, taloned finger push itself deep up inside her.
	"Oh, you are a naughty lad," she teased, "Perhaps after cashing out, we
can retire to a private suite, and I can give you a private performance."
	"Young lady,"  The voice behind her sent a chill of foreboding rippling
through her body.  Amalie bent over so that she was looking between her spread
legs, and was mortified to see Warden Arlin standing where the Rat had been
moments ago, and not only standing behind her, but standing behind her with one
of his fingers up her butt.
	"C-Court Warden," she stammered, "Wh-what brings you here?  Don't you
have paperwork or somethin' to be doing back at the palace?"
	"Princess Amalie," Arlin growled.  He extracted his finger from her
depths and motioned for her to stand up.  "The party is over, m'lady.  Come with
me."
	As if on cue, the music came to an abrupt halt and silence reigned
briefly in the area around the stage.  Kennewick and Katella, who were down on
all fours, with their gyrating asses thrust up in the air, stopped and peered
over their shoulders at the towering Feline.  Their hearts racing, and their
large, green eyes wide with fear, they nervously arose to their feet and turned
to face the Warden.  Arlin motioned for them to come join him and Amalie, a
commanding gesture that they understood would be foolish for them to disobey.
	Rhiana also looked frightened.  She nervously approached Arlin and
placed a hand on his arm, "I'm truly sorry about this, Warden.  I had no idea
that the Princess was not to be here.  Please don't..."
	"Don't worry your lovely feathery head over this, Rhiana," Arlin
interrupted her, "You and Everett have done no wrong.  It's these three brats
who are in trouble, not you."
	The Secretary Bird's expression changed from one of worry to relief,
"Oh, thank-you so much.  As I'm sure most anyone here would vouch, neither I nor
my brother would ever knowingly engage in any practices that would violate
Lovenmusk's laws.  We may be rather unconventional in our activities, but we do
operate an honest and upright establishment."
	"I do not doubt you at all, miss," Arlin assured her, "Still, before I
depart, I must request that you present your tail to me for a moment."
	Being the submissive and obedient bird she was, Rhiana humbly turned to
face the back wall, assumed a position like she appeared on the sign outside,
and lifted her tailfeathers, providing a lovely view of her muscular, white-down
covered rump, "Your word is law, Warden.  My bottom is for your pleasure."  She
turned her head to peer over her shoulder at Arlin, gave him a mischievous wink,
and added, "even here in the presence of all these witnesses, for whom this
should be a pleasure to behold."
	Amalie giggled, eliciting a warning glare from Arlin, "Oh!  Are you
going to give her a spanking for harboring us, Warden?"
	The Tiger did not grace her question with an answer.  Instead, he placed
one paw on Rhiana's rump, using his thumb to spread her plush cheeks just a
little.  With the other paw, he reached into his pouch, extracted a gold coin,
and expertly slid it deep into her nether passage like he did previously to
Everett.  "This is my thanks to you for taking these three young ones under your
wing and keeping them safe."
	He then landed a playful, but firm swat on the bird's butt and gave her
a devilish smile as she stood upright again and turned back around, "My most
humble apologies, m'lady.  But I was not able to resist such a tempting target. 
His little display was met with raucous cheers and lewd catcalls, and hearty
requests to take Rhiana all the way right there on the stage.  He had to admit
to himself that he would gladly oblige the hungry masses, and the look in the
bird's eyes when she turned around and smiled at him told him that she would
have no qualms about putting on a performance with him as well.  But sadly, he
had to restrain himself, considering he was still on duty, and urgently needed
to return the princess and her friends to the palace.
	"Do be sure to visit us again soon, Warden," Rhiana exhorted him.  She
gently nuzzled his cheeks with her beak, then turned her gaze on Amalie,
Kennewick, and Katella, "And as for you three, thank you very much for gracing
us tonight with your presence.  You all performed remarkably well tonight.  You
danced like professionals.  Perhaps some day, you might even be able to dance
for us here full time."
	"Thank-you, ma'am," Kennewick replied, speaking for all three of them,
"It was pretty fun being up on stage and on display.  I learned a lot in such a
short time."
	"And we made a lot in such a short time," his sister added, "My butt is
so full of coins and cash capsules, it's going to be a rather uncomfortable walk
back to the palace tonight."
	"Well, you kids earned every last bit," Rhiana assured them.  She gave
them a final hug, a tender peck-kiss on the cheek, and a pat on their tender
bottoms, "I don't know what's in store for you three tonight, but I do sincerely
wish you all the best of luck."
	"Hah!" Amalie said, "I know exactly what's in store.  And no amount of
luck is going to provide any relief."
	"That's enough, Princess," Arlin growled, "Come along now.  Regent
Tormanin is worried sick about you kids."  Without another word, he turned
around and herded the three youngsters through the crowd.
	Back on the stage behind them, Rhiana's musical voice cut through the
noise as she announced, "Thank you all for being here with us tonight.  As much
as I'm enjoying dancing for you, I'm sorry to announce that I really must take a
bit of a break.  But don't fret, dear friends.  The night is still young, and we
still have plenty of entertainment for you tonight.  In fact, you will soon be
entranced by the delightful LiKressa.  I do hope that you will treat her as
wonderfully as you have treated me, the Princess, and her friends.  In the
meantime, the bar is still open and the band is on fire.  Drink and dance.  The
night is yours, here at Up Yours!"  A hearty cheer rang out as the band started
up again with a jamming fiery tune and the dance floor filled up.

	"Great show tonight, Princess!  Here's hoping we see you again soon." 
Arlin and his entourage  cast a gaze over towards the bar on their trek to the
door.  The Furling Rat that had previously given Amalie so much attention and
cash had retired to drink with the Gnome that the Tiger had glared at
previously.  The two had been joined by a pair of Human ladies, one dark skinned
with silvery-white hair, and the other a fair-skinned brunette, both clad
identically in school girl style pleated minidresses similar to those Amalie,
Kennewick and Katella wore, only red and white instead of green and white.
	"Yeah, per'aps you can teach our lady friends here a move or two," the
Gnome said.  He grinned at the dark-skinned lady and landed a friendly swat on
her butt beneath her skirt, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Triniti?"  The girl
just gave him a rather tipsy smile and a playful peck on the cheek.
	The Tiger simply gave them a look that warned them, in no uncertain
terms, to banish such thoughts from their minds, and the four of them promptly
finished their drinks and hurriedly excused themselves to go engage in some
intimate entertainment back in one of the private suites.  At the door, they
encountered Allisson and Amanda, with Karlisle and Nyrion in tow.  Both the
Dwarf and Karlisle looked rather nervous, no surprise really, considering the
activities they would soon be engaging in with the two whores.
	"And the mighty hunter gets his prey in the end," Amanda declared,
flashing a playful wink to her brother, and a sympathetic smirk to his captives.
	"As does the mighty huntress," Arlin replied, "Well done, sis.  Well
done."
	Nyrion smiled sheepishly, "Ah, what can I say, Warden?"  he confessed,
"The kitten here proved to be more persuasive than me."
	"Chalk up another pair of victories for life's pleasures," Allisson
declared, "and another pair of defeats for uptight prudishness."
	Forgetting momentarily the trouble she was in, Amalie's eyes lit up at
the sight of the cute Raccoon lad Allisson was leading, "Karly!  It's about time
you got away from those tightasses and their silly protests outside.  Figures it
would take some sibling revelry to break your shell."
	The insides of Karlisle's ears showed a bit of reddening as everyone
within hearing range learned that he was about to lose his virginity to his big
sister.  "Well...Allie always did look out for me," he stammered.
	"Aw, don't be so nervous," the Princess chided him, "It's not as if you
two are the first ever to..."
	"Princess, that's enough," Arlin interrupted.  He leaned over to
Karlisle and gave him a squeeze on the shoulder, "Don't be scared, son," he
reassured him, "Trust me, Allisson will take good care of you."
	Karlisle smiled nervously up at the Tiger and nodded, then boldly
wrapped an arm around Allisson's waist, resting a paw firmly on her rump.
	"Atta boy, there," Arlin commended him, "Now, we really must be getting
back to the palace.  We need to get you kids cashed out and then properly
paddled before putting you to bed."  He took out his data pad and keyed in a
call for a pickup, then gave Kennewick and Katella each a zap under their skirts
with his lightning crop to prod them along.  "Get a move on, you."  The skunks
cried out a yelp of surprise as the jolt of electricity from the crop burned
their bottoms.
	"Seeya at school tomorrow, Karly!" Amalie called over her shoulder as
the three were herded out the door.

	The crowd of protesters had dispersed already; only a small pawful of
Chastity Society members were still hanging around outside of Up Yours, Arlin
noted as the trio made their way to the patrol car waiting at the curb. 
Standing beside the cruiser was Denali.  The Otter was holding the front
passenger-side door open, like a chauffeur, "Your ride, sir, and madames," she
said, putting on a comical high class snooty accent.  Arlin hustled the
youngsters into the front seat of the cruiser, and he nestled himself into the
back, next to Denali's prisoners, a pair of shackled and subdued Ornith Crows,
one male and one quite female.  He guessed that the two were most likely mates
or lovers in addition to partners in crime.  "To the Regent's Estate, I
presume?"  Denali asked.
	"But of course," Arlin replied, "And hurry, but hurry safely.  The
princess and her friends have an appointment with Regent Tormanin about their
behavior before they are put to bed for the night.  And it is getting rather
late."
	"Ah, I see.  So some young'uns are destined for a date with the paddle,"
the Otter concluded.
	"Yes," Arlin confirmed, "That goes without saying."  Denali, of course,
was unable to see the Warden's knowing smirk as he thought about tomorrow
morning's proceedings culminating in the Otter laying over his lap and her own
aft end being warmed by him.
	"What did they do to warrant yours and Regent Tormanin's wrath?" the
Ornith Crow sitting next to him dared to ask.
	Arlin turned his gaze to her and looked her over.  She was a pretty
little thing, most likely in her late teens.  She looked rather frightened,
sitting there wearing nothing but her shackles.  Without even having to do a
mental probe, the Tiger could tell that this was her first time in trouble with
the law.  He figured there would be no harm in talking about Amalie and her
friends' activities.  Just a minimal amount of information would be harmless,
especially since tonight's happenings would be in tomorrow's gossip channels
anyway.  "They were engaged in conduct unbecoming of a prominent members of the
Regency household," he said, "And that is more than enough information for you
on this matter.  You and your partner there obviously have other more serious
worries to occupy your thoughts."
	The Ornith girl nodded her head and let the matter drop, "Aye, sir.  I
won't probe any further.  The biz and scandals of the upper high and mighties
hold no interest for me anyway."
	"Enough chatter, Darlene," the other Crow interjected, "Just sit quiet,
think of how we're going to build our defense, and don't annoy the officers."
	The girl sighed and cast a glance over at her partner, "I'm sorry,
daddy," she said, "I'm just a little scared and thought that a bit of
conversation might help..."
	"I said enough chatter, young lady," he interrupted, giving the Tiger an
apologetic look.
	"You're her father?" Arlin asked.  Even though he had not made the faux
pas of verbally implicating the two as lovers, he still felt a tinge of
embarrassment over his earlier assessment.  It was often hard to tell with
birds, just from a casual glance, but the Crow's proud bearing and air of
authority in his voice when he spoke to Darlene, did tend to indicate that he
was an elder to her instead of an equal.
	"That's an affirmative, sir," he replied, "Name's Beryl, and this young
chatterbird is my daughter, Darlene.  You'll have to forgive her.  She is always
flapping her beak a little too much."
	The Tiger nodded understanding, "That's normal for young'uns.  Anyway,
despite your current situation, I will still say it's a pleasure to make your
acquaintance, Beryl; and yours too, Darlene.  So, is this your first time on the
wrong side of the law?"
	"For my daughter, it is, but I myself have been in dungeons several
times over the years," Beryl admitted, "However, up until now, it was all for
minor, petty infractions."
	"I see," the Tiger growled, "First time in the big leagues, eh?  What
did you nab them for, Denali?"

	The Otter  pulled the cruiser into a left turn, heading up a narrower
street than the one they were previously on.  Far off in the distance, the
Regent's Estate, their destination, loomed before them, "Armed robbery it was,"
she reported, "Lovenmusk Central Bank.  Fortunately, all stolen assets were
recovered; there were no casualties, and no significant property damage."  She
reached back to hand Arlin her datapad.
	"Whoa!  That is big time," Arlin mused, "I pity the both of you.  Master
Toraq is going to have a wonderful time working you over and prepping you for
ten years unpaid service to the highest bidder."
	"Hah!" Darlene snapped, "We're not afraid.  Right, daddy?  After all,
we're Orniths.  We can happily take whatever punishments any dungeon warden can
dish out to us."
	Amalie turned around and smiled at the young Crow, "Then you are in for
quite a treat," she said.  The smirk on her face gave Darlene a chill, "Master
Toraq is the most infamous dungeon warden in the entire world.  Isn't that
right, Katella?"
	The Skunkette nodded her head and giggled, "Yeppers.  Master Toraq is
the best of the best at what he does.  And he will absolutely enjoy training and
disciplining you."
	"Hah again, I say," Darlene shot back, "Bring him on.  Like I just said,
we can take any punishment anyone can give out.  We're Orniths, remember?"
	"So is Master Toraq," Kennewick chimed in.
	"Oh, fuck," the girl moaned.  Kennewick's revelation about their soon to
be caretaker was like a kick in the chest, and she immediately transformed from
a proud, arrogant brat back to the frightened young girl Arlin had earlier
observed minutes before.  She whimpered and rested her head on her father's
shoulder.  "I'm scared now, daddy.  If I had known that getting caught would put
us into the talons of another bird..."
	"Oh, don't you worry your feathery head, sweetie," Beryl said, trying to
comfort his daughter and set her at ease.  "I'm sure that we can withstand
whatever this Master Toraq can dish out.  And I know that our reps will be able
to manage a lighter sentence for us, or at least for you, since this is your
first time.  Chances are, that ten years slavery will be reduced to a year at
the most."
	"Don't count on it," Arlin warned him, "Regent Tormanin does not take
crimes like yours lightly at all, and he rarely ever grants leniency for first
offenses."  He gave Beryl a naughty smile, "On the bright side, it's quite
possible that your daughter will take well to the life of a slave, and those ten
years will pass quickly.  As for you though, you can probably expect more than a
mere decade."
	"Oh?  Why so?"  Beryl asked.
	"Oh, I'm just taking your past record into account," the Tiger replied. 
"According to the data we have on you, you have a rather interesting history,
what with your previous convictions for various scams, extortions, thefts,
illegal slave trafficking, and whatnot.  You can probably expect to receive a
quarter century of unpaid service."
	"We'll see," Beryl countered, "We'll see."
	The remainder of the ride passed in silence.  Finally, the cruiser
reached its destination, and Arlin and Denali parted ways for the evening.  The
Otter led the Crows off to be booked and turned over to Master Toraq for initial
pre trial disciplining, while the Tiger delivered Princess Amalie and the Skunks
to Regent Tormanin for their impending punishment.

	It was not an unpleasant task.  The insides of Warden Arlin's ears were
burning with guilty embarrassment as his fingers probed deep under Kennewick and
Katella's tails, extracting the cash capsules and coins that they had earned
during their performance at Up Yours.  Young, they might be, but the Tiger could
tell that the two Skunks were getting aroused and enjoying the procedure,
stripped of their school girl minidresses, and bent over a low bench with their
tails raised and ass ends thrust up and out, vulnerably exposed for all to see. 
Kennewick's arousal was visible, of course, and Katella's scent as well as her
soft moans and alluring back arch each time the Tiger's fingers probed up her
ass, made her feelings obvious.  Arlin understood that their reactions were
perfectly normal for Furlings.  Expressions of sexuality came naturally to their
race.  But he still couldn't shake the feelings of embarrassment for the twins,
considering that they were barely a dozen years of age, and as far as he knew,
still virgins.  He also felt self conscious about his body's own reactions to
the extraction process, and was thankful that the five of them, himself, the
Skunks, Regent Tormanin, and Princess Amalie, were the only ones present in the
audience chamber tonight..  The Skunks' arousal was contagious, and he could not
deny that Kennewick and Katella's aft ends were irresistible, evidenced by the
hard press of his maleness against his tight leathers.  In an attempt to guide
his thoughts elsewhere while he pulled coins and capsules from the young
Furlings' bottoms, he turned his gaze to Princess Amalie.
	This tactic failed, of course.  The sight of the Princess, also stripped
of all clothing and bent over the bench, with her father's left hand on her
round, plush bottom and his other hand probing deep up her nether depths to cash
her out, was no less torturous.  In fact, it was even moreso, due to her lack of
fur, making her truly and fully naked.  He sighed to himself, futilely
attempting to banish numerous improper thoughts from his mind, 'Come now,
Arlin,' he silently scolded himself,  'This is Princess Amalie, daughter of your
employer and most trusted friend.  She is barely fourteen years of age, still a
tender tail, and has still never felt a shaft in her depths.  'Tis not right for
you to be lusting after her assets.'
	He turned his gaze away from Amalie's bare, upturned butt, and put his
focus back on the Skunks' aft ends, digging deep inside them to extract the last
of their earnings.  "Okay, on your feet, you two," he ordered, giving Kennewick
and Katella a firm open-paw slap on their asses for emphasis.  The twins arose
from the bench and looked in amazement at the two jars on the floor by their
feet.  They were close to overflowing with cash capsules and coins, as was the
third jar, which Regent Tormanin was filling up with his daughter's own earnings
from tonight's performance.
	"Looks like you youngsters were quite the hit tonight at Everett and
Rhiana's place," Arlin chuckled, thankful for this brief distraction from his
naughty thoughts.
	"I...I had no idea just how much I was carrying," Kennewick said, "And I
also never realized how much money my ass could hold, for that matter.  I
honestly didn't think I was all that good on stage tonight."
	"Apparently, everyone else at Up Yours thought you were pretty damn
good," the Tiger commended him, "And even I will admit that you were quite
enjoyable to watch, you too Katella."
	The Skunkette smiled shyly, and a light reddening could be seen through
the white fluff on her cheeks and inside her ears, "Thank-you, Warden Arlin,"
she replied, her voice a meek, embarrassed whisper, "I did have a lot of fun,
and I think it was worth it, even though it got us in trouble.  Oh, and I'm not
surprised at all at how much you were able to take in, Kennewick.  A lot of
people, even total strangers seem to naturally become obsessed with your bottom
for some unknown reason.  Plus, you've had a lot of self-conditioning already,
seeing how you are always stuffing anything you can up your butt whenever you
get the chance."
	Now, it was Kennewick's turn to blush, "Kattie, please.  Do you hafta
blab that to everyone?"
	"Oh, come on," she snapped back at him, "It's not as if your obsession
with your own bottom is any big secret.  I mean, pretty much everyone in the
palace, as well as everyone at school knows that you..."
	"Kattie..." he warned her.
	"Alright," Arlin interrupted, "enough bickering.  You two already have a
pretty heavy duty paddling coming to you.  Keep this up, and it could be
doubled."  This was more than enough to shut the two Furlings up.  They gave
each other a playful glare, then turned their collective gaze on Princess
Amalie, or more appropriately, on Princess Amalie's smooth, bare bottom, from
which Regent Tormanin was still extracting coins and capsules.
	Amalie gave a passionate moan and whimper as her daddy's large fingers
probed deep inside her.  She turned her head and gave Arlin a coy smile, "What
about me, Warden?" she asked, "Was I not enjoyable to watch as well?"
	Arlin adjusted his position slightly in order to conceal his unbidden
arousal, as his mind once more filled with lewd thoughts about his princess.  He
turned his gaze to Tormanin, who had paused momentarily in his enviable task,
his right hand still buried up his daughter's butt.  The Regent gave the Tiger
an amused grin and nodded to reassure him that he was free to speak his
thoughts.
	"At the risk of bringing your father's wrath down upon me," Arlin
growled, "I can not deny that your performance was indeed most delightful and
titillating, Princess.  And had I been anyone else, you, the Skunks, and Rhiana
would have driven me into bankruptcy tonight."
	"She is becoming quite the stunning young lady," Regent Tormanin said. 
He removed the last cash capsule from Amalie's depths, dropped it into the jar
on the floor beside him, and combed his fingers through his shoulder-length mane
of salt and pepper colored, silky hair, "I have no doubt that some day, she will
make some lucky fellow very happy, should she ever choose to take a mate."
	"Well, truth be known, sir," Arlin replied, "I would feel both envious
of, and sorry for such a lad, considering what an intense and incorrigible
personality your daughter possesses.  Anyone who would dare take her on had
better be extremely submissive or even more headstrong than she."
	"Aye," the Regent agreed, "He will most certainly be an exceptional
character to deal with my daughter.  Now, up on your feet, young lady."  He gave
Amalie a firm, but affectionate pat on her rump.
	Arlin could not help but think that Tormanin had him in mind as a future
mate for Amalie.  The thought delightfully teased him, no doubt about that.  But
deep down, he truly believed that he would not be right for her.  He cast a
glance over to the Skunks again.  They were standing submissively side by side,
holding paws, while their tails twitched nervously.  Kennewick was also showing
a hard shaft of pink protruding from the furry sheath between his legs.  But
apparently, he was either unaware, or nonplussed by his aroused state.  Arlin
couldn't blame him though, what with the little floor show he had just
witnessed.  Now that dear lad, the Tiger mused, would be most likely to someday
become Amalie's mate.  Or at the very least, he would most definitely be the
first to couple with her, and probably the first to boink his sister for that
matter, what with them being so emotionally bonded together as an inseparable
duo.  He and Katella absolutely adored their princess, and were always ready and
willing to carry out her bidding.  The twins were almost like personal pets to
Amalie.  And in fact, that was quite often how others around the palace,
especially Master Toraq, thought of them.  He felt sorry for the Skunks,
considering what they were about to experience over his lap in a few minutes. 
It wasn't their fault that they found themselves in trouble, at least not fully
their fault.  The greatest blame for their predicament fell on the princess they
so adoringly followed.  She was a natural leader, and the twins felt it was
their duty to obey her every whim.

	"Amalie, Kennewick, Katella, stand before me now," Tormanin ordered. 
His voice reverberated with authority.  The three young miscreants hastily
stepped forward and faced their judge.  Standing before the Regent, with their
feet spread and hands clasped behind them, the trio met Tormanin's stern gaze. 
Kennewick's erection had receded back into his sheath, and he and his sister
looked frightened.  Their musky scent was stronger than normal as well, which
confirmed their fear over the upcoming judgment about to be passed upon them. 
Princess Amalie, on the other hand, remained calm and aloof.  Even standing
totally naked before her father, the most influential man in the entire region,
she still managed to hold onto her pride and slight arrogance, looking every bit
the regal young princess she was.
	"Amalie, your actions tonight were absolutely unbefitting of a girl of
your status.  It's bad enough that you frequently insist on parading skyclad
about the palace whenever you feel like it, but strutting about on stage at a
night club in the shadowy part of town, flaunting your tender assets for all to
see and even feel is going too far."
	"Oh, come on, daddy," Amalie argued, "We just wanted to have a little
fun outside the palace tonight, to unwind after finishing my big assignment for
school tomorrow.  Everett and Rhiana would not have let anything bad happen to
us, and as you had said moments ago, I am pretty much a young lady now.  I
should be able to enjoy things grown ups get to enjoy."
	Tormanin sighed in frustration.  The girl just wasn't getting it.  His
icy gray eyes narrowed to slits as he continued chiding his daughter, "You may
have the body of a young lady, Amalie; no one is denying that.  However, you
still have the mind and attitudes of a tender tail.  You always go off and do
whatever strikes your whims without a second thought for the possible
consequences to you, your friends here, or our household.  I can just imagine
what the headlines are going to say tomorrow morning.  This is not going to be
good for the Regency."
	"Oh, everything will be fine, daddy," Amalie pressed on, "I didn't see
any reporters inside.  They were all covering the Chastity Society's protests. 
Besides, even if there had been reporters there, it would make for good
publicity for us anyway.  Just look at how Everett and Rhiana's club is doing,
what with them being married despite being brother and sister."
	"You just don't understand, honey," Tormanin said, "We are not a night
club.  We are the ruling family for this region.  Those birds' sibling revelry
may be great for their business, but for us, your naughty activities could be
considered scandalous, which is not a good thing in the social and political
scenes.  You are my heir, Amalie.  When I am retired or dead, you will assume
control of Rain Valley.  And it would be bad for us if the people knew their
leader as a dancing stage slut.  Your actions tonight were completely
irresponsible, and can be a virtual black eye to our household."
	"But daddy, like I said, there were no reporters inside.  No harm was
done to your precious reputation."
	"You don't know that for sure," Arlin interjected, "Just because you
didn't see anyone obviously writing up a story about the Party Princess of
Lovenmusk does not mean that your actions went unnoticed.  And even worse, had I
not arrived to bring you home, you and the Skunks could have easily become prey
for slavers."
	"Ah, that's silly," Amalie  giggled, "No slaver would dare try to take
me or my friends.  Who would they sell us to?  It's not as if we are unknown to
the rest of the world."
	"Perhaps you are fairly well known across Lockke," the Tiger said, "But
there are many many worlds throughout the galaxy where no one would have a clue
about your identity and heritage.  And as this one Gnomish fellow commented
during your performance tonight, you would definitely be worth a considerable
sum."
	"What?  you think that guy with the Panther and those two Human girls
might be slavers?" Amalie asked.
	Arlin shook his head, "I don't think so.  Slavers haven't been active in
this part of the world in a long time.  No, I think that group might have just
been talent scouts pondering hiring you, Kennewick, and Katella to dance for
them, or to provide other services."

	"At any rate," Tormanin said, resuming control of the conversation, "the
actions of you three youngsters were unacceptable tonight, and punishment has
been earned."
	"Spankings, I presume?" Kennewick meekly asked.
	"Yes," the Regent affirmed, "You have each earned a firm twenty swat
paddling on your unclad bottoms."
	"Twenty?" Katella repeated, protectively placing her paws over her
plush, tender rear.
	Regent Tormanin nodded his head, "Yes, twenty.  And as for your cash
earnings, Kennewick and Katella may keep theirs.  However," he looked down at
the jar on the floor beside him, "Princess Amalie's tips will be donated to one
of the homeless shelters.  Punishments are to be carried out immediately. 
Warden Arlin, the Skunks' aft ends are commended to your stern care."
	The Tiger solemnly nodded his head, "By your command, my liege," he
growled.  He took the paddle Tormanin handed to him.  It was one that originally
started life as a joriball paddle, made of a fairly pricey and rare hard wood. 
It's thickness was approximately that of a Human's little finger; the elliptical
"blade" was a full two and a half hands in length, and the handle, wrapped in
black leather, was just the right length for either a one or two-handed grip. 
He sat down on the bench, silently nodded his head at Kennewick, and patted his
thigh.  The Furling lad, already intimately familiar with this ritual, nervously
assumed his position face-down across his muscular lap.
	With one arm firmly holding the Skunk's bushy tail out of the way and
against his back, Arlin gave the boy's soft, vulnerably exposed licorice and
whipped cream-furred musk end a few tentative light pats with the paddle.  Then
without warning, he lifted the board high in the air and brought it down hard on
his butt, striking squarely on the sit spot of his right cheek.  The impact
echoed throughout the room with a loud smacking thud, muffled slightly by the
plush furry pelt that covered his butt.  This was immediately followed by a
second strike on the right side, and one across the middle; it was pretty much a
typical strike pattern all cubs and young adults were accustomed to.  The
pattern was repeated, only higher on his rump, along the upper curve, and then
again dead center.  Kennewick proved to be a stalwart lad, and took his paddling
with little more than a series of sharp gasps and whimpers.  He did squirm and
struggle a little as the paddle slammed against his ass over and over again, but
the firm press of Arlin's arm across his back held him in place securely enough
to keep him from slipping off his lap.
	The spankings the kids have been taking lately had become much harder
than they were a few months ago.  Arlin and Tormanin were pretty certain that
the youngsters weren't secretly enjoying the lighter normal paddlings they had
received back then, but they both agreed that these kids were getting to that
age when they were becoming more and more aware of their bodies and confusing
feelings.  It was only a matter of time before they started eroticizing the feel
of the paddle and other disciplinary tools on their bottoms, a perfectly normal
and expected phenomenon among many races, as Kata had hinted at earlier that
night.  So to ensure that the paddlings earned did indeed serve as punishment,
the Regent and Warden determined that they would be spanked with considerably
more intensity than normal, hard enough that it would take Ornith-calibre
willpower to actually get aroused by the ordeal.
	In addition to feeling sorry for the kids, Arlin also found himself
feeling a little guilty.  As Kennewick lay there submissively across his lap,
getting his cute little bottom thoroughly paddled, the Tiger was unable to
banish more improper thoughts from his mind.  The sight of the Skunk boy's
upturned butt in front of him caused a stir deep within him.  Each smack of the
paddle on those sweet, musky southern cheeks intensified the tingling sensation
growing deep within his loins, and he had to exercise tremendous willpower to
prevent his maleness from hardening and pressing against Kennewick's tummy,
giving away his growing arousal.  He had discussed this matter with both Regent
Tormanin and Master Toraq on several occasions, confessing the disturbing
feelings he experienced when disciplining the kids.  Both of them reassured
Arlin many many times that such feelings were perfectly normal and acceptable. 
And in fact, as Toraq had pointed out, the Warden was well within his rights to
get aroused when administering spankings, even spankings administered to
youngsters, since that could easily enhance the embarrassment aspect of the
punishment, which was every bit as important as the pain aspect.  Despite these
reassurances, Arlin still could not shake the feelings of guilt whenever he
entertained thoughts of using Kennewick and Katella's tails after spanking them.
 Ignoring the burning growing within him, the Tiger pressed on with his task,
landing the final two swats again on Kennewick's burning sit spot, both evenly
across both cheeks.

	He released his grip on the boy, and helped him to his feet.  Kennewick
was sniffling and whimpering softly, his muzzle damp with tears.  He stood aside
and tried futilely to rub the intense fire from his well-punished bottom, which
showed a lovely soft crimson glow beneath the snowy white fur.  Arlin turned his
gaze to Katella, and again patted his leather-clad thigh.  She submissively
stepped forward, and like her brother, obediently positioned herself across the
powerful Tiger's lap.
	The Warden wasted no time at all, and immediately began beating the
Furling girl's furry ass in earnest, following the same pattern he took with her
brother.  Unlike her twin, Katella yelped out loudly with each swat, at least up
until the sixth time the paddle struck her cute tender bottom.  By then, she was
crying rather loudly, not enough to be heard beyond the closed doors of the
audience chamber, but still loud enough to where her pained sobs and wailings
almost drowned out the smack of wood against furry flesh.  As before, Arlin felt
himself getting rather aroused, and had to mentally struggle to hold back the
erection that was threatening to grow beneath his leathers and give away his
shameful desires for the tender tail girl's virgin assets.  Finally, much to
both his and Katella's relief, the twentieth and final swat slammed down across
the center of her burning, glowing butt.  He helped the crying lass to her feet,
where she immediately began rubbing her ass and hopping back and forth, doing
what was commonly called the Redtail dance.
	Arlin stood up and handed the paddle back to Regent Tormanin, "Justice
has been served, your excellency," he solemnly announced.
	Tormanin nodded and gave him an understanding smile, "Thank-you, Warden
Arlin.  Now, please stay and serve as witness to the final proceedings before we
put these three delinquents to bed for the night, that is, if you don't have any
other more pressing matters to which you must attend."
	"Well, I do have a couple dates tonight, sir," he confessed, "But they
can wait a little longer, since we didn't set any specific times, and they are
going to be out and about pretty late tonight anyway."
	Tormanin nodded again, then turned his gaze on his daughter.  Amalie was
idly kneading Kennewick's rump, attempting to soothe some of the soreness under
his tail.  "Princess Amalie," he said.
	The girl looked up at her daddy and smiled, "Is it time?"
	"Aye," the Regent replied, "Kennewick and Katella have received their
punishment.  Now it is time for yours.  Front and center, young lady, you too,
Kennewick."
	The Princess and her pet Skunk obediently stepped forward and faced the
large, graying man, awaiting his orders.  "Twenty swats," he reiterated,
"Kennewick, bend over, spread your legs, and place your paws on the bench."
	The boy assumed his position, once again presenting his furry bottom. 
This position was even more alluring and tantalizing.  It spoke of total
submissiveness, obedience, and humility, traits that had been hammered into him
and his sister easily after they had been brought under the Regent's protection.
	"Amalie, hold onto him so that he does not hurt himself," Tormanin
instructed his daughter, "Katella, hold your brother's tail up out of the way."
	Katella, her bottom still very sore and red, took her place to
Kennewick's right, grasped his tail, and lifted it up to fully expose his
bottom, which still showed the blush from his previous paddling over Arlin's
lap.  Meanwhile, princess Amalie placed her gentle hands firmly on the boy's
shoulders, and pressed down just enough to hold him in place.
	"Twenty swats for Princess Amalie," Tormanin repeated, "to be shared
between you and your sister, Kennewick, as per your agreement as her paddle
girls."

	The Regent positioned himself behind and to the left of Kennewick,
assumed a two-handed grip on the joriball paddle, gave the Skunk's vulnerably
thrust out rump the customary pair of warm up pats, then pulled the board back
and swung it full force.  It landed square across the boy's bottom with a loud
smack, causing Kennewick to yelp out.  The paddle struck a second time, firmly
impacting the right cheek, and the lad yelped again.  He did his best to hold
his position despite the intense fire that coursed through his butt with each
swat.  His fingers took a death grip on the edge of the bench as the paddle
struck a third time, landing on his left flank.
	Katella and Amalie winced sympathetically each time the paddle connected
with Kennewick's butt.  Katella felt like she had will 'o wisps dancing around
in her tummy as she waited with dreadful anticipation her turn to receive Regent
Tormanin's wrath on her still sore bottom.  Amalie, who maintained her firm grip
on Kennewick's shoulders, bent down and whispered encouragement in his ear, "You
are doing good, my pet," she told him.  The fourth smack of the paddle landed
again on the left side of his butt, along the upper curve, followed by a
matching blow on the opposite cheek.  "You're half way there now.  Only five
more to go."  She planted an affectionate kiss on his forehead.
	Kennewick couldn't hold back any longer.  He tensed up and closed his
eyes tight, trying to hold back the tears.  But the sixth smack of the paddle,
again on the upper curve of his ass, across the middle, was too much, and a
steady stream of salty moisture flowed freely down his face.  His whimpers
became a loud, but not ear-shattering bawling, as the paddle slammed dead center
on his sit spot.  As expected, the eight and ninth swats connected on the lower
curve of his rump, one on the left cheek and one on the right.
	"Only one more to go," Katella announced, adding her encouragement to
Amalie's.
	"And then it's your turn," the princess giggled.  Katella just nodded
solemnly.  She didn't understand why Amalie thought this was cute or funny.  But
she said nothing.  It was not her place to question the princess's thoughts and
feelings.
	Kennewick nodded his head, closed his eyes tight, and gritted his teeth.
 His whole body tensed in pained anticipation.  This would be the worst of the
ten.
	"Relax," Arlin coached him, "It is a little more bearable if you take it
without your haunches flexed taut.  That gives you a little more cushioning down
there to absorb the blow.  But you should know that good and well by now."  He
gave Kennewick's burning rump a friendly pat and squeeze.  The Skunk took a deep
breath and forced himself to relax as the Tiger suggested.  As he exhaled, the
paddle came down a final time, slamming with excruciating force once more on the
center of his sit spot.  He collapsed over the bench, his body quivering
uncontrollably as he cried.  Princess Amalie gently caressed his neck and face,
wiping the moisture from his cheekfluff.  Katella also gave her brother some
comfort, by kneading his glowing, abused bottom with her paws, and even planting
a series of sisterly kisses under his tail, which caused him to wince and then
blush.

	After a couple minutes, Kennewick finally regained his composure, and
rose to his feet.  Princess Amalie and Katella took turns pressing their mouths
tenderly against his while reaching around to knead his paddled aft end even
more.
	"That was impressive, love," Katella chirred.  "And don't you dare feel
any embarrassment for crying like you did.  With a paddling like you just took,
I would have started worrying if you didn't cry.  You took it better than I
could hope to.  I mean, I will probably be bawling by the second swat."
	"Aw, it wasn't easy, sis," Kennewick replied, "But I know you will do
fine too.  I've seen your bottom take some pretty hard punishments over the
years.  But like Warden Arlin said, try to relax."
	"I'm proud of you, my little pet," Amalie said, "I don't think I can
ever take a spanking like that."  She wiped a final lingering tear from
Kennewick's cheek, wrapped her arms around him, and held him close.
	"That's what me and Katella are here for, my princess," Kennewick
replied, "so that you don't ever have to take a spanking."  He felt a little
self conscious about the princess pawing him like he was a doll.  There was
something about the feel of her smooth, naked body pressing into him.  He had no
idea why, but the pillow-like softness of her small, but developing breasts
against his furry chest, and the strikingly beautiful curve of her  hips, which
his paws traced over down to her plush lightly tanned bare bottom, caused a
disturbing stir within him, and he felt a stiffening growing between his legs. 
He was confused and bothered by all these alien feelings that he had been
experiencing lately in the presence of his princess.  He knew it meant he wanted
something, but he did not know what.  Perhaps he would schedule some time to
talk with Master Toraq tomorrow about his strange brew of emotions.
	Kennewick's arousal did not escape Princess Amalie's notice, and neither
did the caress of his paws on her regal ass.  She took a step back, stole a
quick glance down and the pink stiffness protruding from the Skunk's sheath, and
gave him a sly wink.  "Well, again, I thank you for your service.  And come
tomorrow night, I think I may have a special gift for the two of you.  No talk
about it now though.  This is going to be a surprise."
	Arlin and Tormanin exchanged a look and rolled their eyes.  The Princess
still did not seem to get it.  But, there was nothing to do about that for now. 
Eventually she would come around, they were sure, and understand that she had a
responsibility to these two youngsters just as they had their responsibilities
to her, but apparently not tonight.

	"Come along now," Tormanin chided the three, "We aren't yet finished.  I
have a lot of work to do tonight, and the Warden has a busy evening ahead as
well.  Katella, assume your position."
	Kennewick took a hold on his sister's tail as she bent over and grasped
the edge of the bench, presenting her sweet, musky bottom for the next round of
punishment.  Amalie gripped the Skunkette's shoulders to hold her in place, as
she did with Kennewick.  She solemnly nodded to her father that they were ready.
 Regent Tormanin patted Katella's butt twice with the paddle, pulled it back,
then brought it down hard, striking both cheeks equally across the upper curve
of her very curvaceous aft pillow.  The impact caused Katella to give a yelp
that echoed heavily throughout the room.  Following his usual pattern, the
Regent landed two more swats on her upper curve, striking the right cheek, then
the left cheek.  Both were every bit as hard as the first, and already the girl
was crying loudly, not even attempting to hold back the tears.
	Kennewick's feelings of confusion burned even stronger as he stood
beside his sister, holding her tail up out of the way, while Regent Tormanin
paddled her bottom.  The stiffness of his penis persisted, and he felt more of
the same stirrings within him like he felt when Amalie held him.  He did not
understand at all why he was enjoying the sight of Katella's furry bottom
getting spanked.  After all, she was being punished, and he knew exactly what
she was going through, yet he also found himself envious of Amalie's daddy.  It
was wrong of him to think this, but Kennewick wished that he could be the one
paddling his sister's butt.  He felt sorry for her, and guilty for himself for
thinking such thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, the thoughts and
desires remained, as did his erection.  Yes, he would definitely have to visit
Master Toraq tomorrow.  That bird would understand his feelings and would help
him sort out his thoughts.
	While Kennewick had been fantasizing about spanking his sister, Regent
Tormanin had already administered the next three swats to her butt, this time
half way down her plush cheeks, one across the middle, one on the left flank,
followed by one on the right.  Amalie was whispering encouragement in the girl's
ear, which Katella could barely hear through her own wailings and the seemingly
deafening smacks of the paddle on her rear.  Then as expected, the next three
swats came down on the lower curve of her ass, her sit spot; right, left, and
center.
	"Only one more to go, sis," Kennewick announced, "You are almost
finished.  Remember to relax."
	Just as her brother did, Katella took a deep breath, then slowly
exhaled, letting her haunches untense as she breathed out.  The paddle struck
dead center on the lower third of her bottom, causing a final gasp and loud wail
to escape from the girl's throat, then she dropped to her knees, quivering and
weeping uncontrollably.  Kennewick knelt beside his twin sister and lovelingly
caressed her lovely abused butt, his fingers delicately tracing along the
crevasse formed by her plush cheeks.
	"You did it, sis," he purred in her ear, "You too served our Princess
with tremendous honor."  He took Katella in his arms and held her tight, rocking
back and forth on his knees while she cried softly into his furry chest, "I'm
proud of you."  He helped her to her feet, then the two of them stood alongside
Princess Amalie, and faced Regent Tormanin.

	The man gave the three a warm, loving smile; his gray eyes seemed to
sparkle in the soft white light of the large chandeliers that hung overhead,
"Kennewick, Katella," he said, "I just want you to know that I am very proud of
you two.  When you were first brought before me three years ago on pickpocketing
charges, I felt bad about having to sentence you to punishment at the hands of
our dear, eccentric Master Toraq."
	"Justice had to be carried out, your excellency," Kennewick replied, "It
would have been wrong for you to let us off easy just because we were so young,
and were homeless."
	"Yes," Katella added, "Not carrying out your own laws on us would have
been unfair to those who had stood here for justice both before and after us. 
We were deserving of no special treatment."
	Tormanin felt his heart melting, "You two are so good and sweet," he
said, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, "I am honored to have you kids as part
of my household.  You are precious to all of us; you brighten this palace on
even the gloomiest of days."
	"I second that declaration, daddy," Amalie chimed in, "Kennewick and
Katella here are the best friends a girl could ever wish for.  Thank-you for
taking them in after they had served their sentence."
	"Yes yes," Tormanin said, "They are the best things that ever happened
to you, honey.  And I do sincerely hope that some day, you will truly appreciate
the service they provide to save your regal ass."
	"Oh, but I do appreciate what they do for me, daddy," Amalie argued, "I
thank them for their sacrifice every time we get into trouble."
	The middle-aged man frowned at his daughter and sadly shook his head,
"Sweetness, I seriously doubt that you really and truly do appreciate what these
two precious young Furlings suffer for your incorrigibility.  But enough for
now.  It's getting late; you kids have classes tomorrow; Warden Arlin has
personal business to attend to, and I need to finish up some paperwork for this
upcoming trade agreement with Silver Sand Region before turning in for the
night."  He stood up and gave his daughter and the Skunks each a fatherly hug,
pat on the bottom, and kiss on the cheek.
	"Now, come along, the Warden and I will see you three to bed."
	"Daddy, I'm not quite tired enough yet to sleep," Amalie announced, "If
you don't mind, I want to do my nightly stroll around the perimeter atop the
palace wall before turning in, and get a bit of fresh air."
	"Alright, fine," Tormanin agreed, "just don't go teasing any of the boys
or my guards who might see you parading about like a Nymph up there."
	"Oh, I'll be good, daddy," Amalie giggled.  She gave the Regent a peck
on the cheek, then went skipping out the side door, her bare bottom jiggling
cutely with each step.
	Tormanin sighed and gave Arlin a helpless pleading look, "She's too much
like her mother.  When did that girl become a nudist, Warden?  I swear, her
flaunting her young womanly body like that is going to get her into serious
trouble one of these days, trouble that can't be rectified by paddling her
Furling friends."
	Arlin chuckled and gave the Regent a friendly pat on the back, "Don't
worry yourself about her, your excellency," he assured him, "My troops are
watching her ass, so to speak.  And trust me, we will not let her come to harm."
	"Yeah yeah," Tormanin retorted, "You and your people aren't the only
ones watching her ass.  In fact, I suspect everyone is, in more ways than one. 
Now come on; let's put these musk kittens to bed so you can get on with your
evening."

	Arlin took the Skunks by the paw and they followed Regent Tormanin into
the depths of the palace.  He led them up to the top floor where their massive
shared suite was.  They could have each had their own space, had they so
desired, but they insisted on sharing a suite, since they felt most comfortable
sleeping together.  The outer room was large and comfortably furnished with a
large couch and a pair of soft, comfortable chairs arranged around a low table. 
One wall was taken up by a large video screen, and the other walls had shelves
full of books of all types; fiction and non fiction of a wide array of subjects.
 These kids loved to read, and were pretty advanced in their tastes for their
age.  A double door made of heavily reinforced glass opened up onto a large
balcony, and a door in the wall by the video screen led to the bathing chamber. 
They passed through the lounge and into a smaller room that served as a study,
then through another door leading to a sleeping chamber that was as large as the
lounge.
	Katella climbed up onto the large, plush bed, and sat down with her legs
dangling over the edge, waiting for her brother.  Kennewick had veered off to
the dresser at the far end of the room, "Kennewick, what are you doing?" she
asked impatiently, "We need to get some sleep."
	"I want my buzzplug tonight," he replied, rummaging through the top
drawer.  "Ah, here it is."  He held up a large soft rubber shaft with a tapered
rounded end and a wide base, and padded over to the bed.  He handed the device
to Arlin, and bent over, "Warden?  Would you mind putting this in me?"
	The Tiger chuckled and gave the Skunk an affectionate swat on the rump,
"Of course I don't mind, silly boy."  He crouched down behind him, "You did have
an electro-cleansing today, I presume?"
	"Of course I did," Kennewick assured him.  I wouldn't have wanted to
receive my tips tonight without cleansing first, y'know."
	"Okay, okay.  I just wanted to make certain."  He glanced over at
Tormanin, who was grinning away like a naughty schoolboy.  Arlin's ears
flattened out and the insides felt hot.  He was sure the Regent knew the
embarrassing feelings he's had for the Skunks, and was waiting to see him
torture himself by taildiving the boy.  One thing he had learned long ago about
his boss, Tormanin may be all serious and all business when attending to Regency
matters, but during off times, he had no qualms about letting his hair down, and
he could be just as mischievous as his daughter.  In fact, if Tormanin hadn't
had other plans for tonight, Arlin would seriously consider inviting him to meet
Kata and Karma, and go unwind at Up Yours.
	"Well, what are you waiting for, Tiger?"  Tormanin chided him, "Go ahead
and do what you must.  The boy can't wait all night bent over the edge of bed
like that."
	Arlin smirked at the man, then turned his attention back to Kennewick's
upthrust butt.  He buried his muzzle between his soft, musky cheeks, and slid
his long, rough tongue up his aft passage, lubricating his nethers in
preparation for the buzzplug.  He had to admit to himself that Skunk bottoms
were delightfully tasty, even young tender ones like this lad's.
	Kennewick giggled and squirmed on the bed, "Oh, that tickles nicely. 
You should do this for me every night, Warden."
	Arlin blushed again and extracted his tongue from the young Furling. 
Without saying a word, he inserted the shaft up Kennewick's freshly lubricated
butt, so the base was pressed firmly against his plush rump.  He pushed a switch
in the base, and a soft, muffled buzz could be heard emanating from within the
boy's depths.
	"Only a light charge tonight," Arlin growled, "just enough to give a
pleasant tingle inside you."
	Kennewick stood up on the bed, put his arms around Arlin, and surprised
the Tiger by planting a tender kiss on his mouth, "Thank-you, Warden Arlin. 
That is perfect."
	"Now, go to bed, you two," Arlin growled again, "It's getting late, and
you have classes tomorrow."
	Kennewick crawled under the blankets and cuddled up with Katella,
wrapping his arms around her so that her back and bottom were pressed against
his chest, stomach, and lap area.  "Nighters, Warden.  Nighters, your
excellency," he said.
	"Yeah, "Nighty night," Katella added, "And have fun on your date
tonight."
	"Good night, kids," both the grown ups said, planting an affectionate
kiss on the Furlings' cheeks.
	"Lights off," Tormanin said.  The voice activated lighting went dark,
and he and Arlin departed the Skunks' suite, returning to the upper corridor.

	"Those are a couple of amazing kids," Tormanin chuckled, "It's mind
boggling the amount of abuse their bottoms suffer for my daughter."
	"It's even more mind boggling how your daughter takes such advantage of
their position and goes ahead and does as she pleases because Kennewick and
Katella are willing to happily take whatever punishment she earns.  Sometimes I
wonder about the wisdom of having them as her paddle girls.  It just doesn't
seem to be working as planned."
	Tormanin affectionately slapped the Tiger on the back and laughed,
"Don't you worry your fuzzy head, my friend," he assured him, "Amalie will come
around eventually and see the light.  It may take some time, but she will get
there."
	As they neared the bottom of the stairwell, the Regent paused and
thought a moment, "Arlin, did you notice Kennewick's reactions to the sight of
Amalie's bare bottom when I was giving them their scolding before the
paddlings?"
	Arlin nodded and grinned, "How could I not miss such a prominent
erection.  Can't blame the boy though.  If you don't mind me speaking so
candidly, sir, your daughter is one of the sexiest creatures in all of
Lovenmusk.  And the sight of her proudly parading about skyclad can give even
the most impotent of guys a raging hardon."
	"Yes, that is so true," the man agreed, "My daughter is becoming a most
fetching young lady.  I also couldn't help but notice Kennewick's arousal when I
was paddling his sister.  I suspect that we may experience some sibling revelry
in the near future."
	"That's pretty much guaranteed, your excellency," Arlin replied. 
Kennewick and Katella are inseparable, and it is inevitable that Katella's first
fuck will be with her brother.  For that matter, if I interpreted your
daughter's promise of a reward tomorrow night, Kennewick will be Amalie's first
fuck as well."
	"Yes yes.  I don't doubt that for a second.  I would not want the
princess to lose her virginity to anyone but Kennewick."
	"But sir," Arlin said, "she has made overtures at me recently as well. 
What should I do if your daughter comes onto me full force one of these times."
	Tormanin smiled reassuringly at the Warden and put a hand on his
shoulder, "My dear friend, should Amalie try to bed you, all I ask is that you
be gentle with her.  She is becoming a young lady, and she has the right to
choose who her fuck mates are.  Now on that note, I want you to pay a visit to
Mater Toraq and schedule Amalie, Kennewick, and Katella for a regularly
scheduled series of Peace of Mind shots.  They are going to become sexually
active soon, I am sure.  And we don't want either my daughter or Katella to
accidentally become mothers before they are ready."
	Arlin nodded, "Yes, that would be a major scandal if the princess were
to get pregnant so young.  I'll talk to the Dungeon Warden tomorrow.  I'll be
down there later to do some stuff with Amanda anyway."
	Tormanin gave his friend a knowing nudge and a wink, "Ah, so you are
going to engage in a bit of sibling revelry yourself soon, eh?  Can't blame you
though.  Your sister is one hot bit of tail.  I've spent quite a bit on her
services lately.  And speaking of Master Toraq, why don't you take him out with
you tonight?  That bird has been awfully busy lately, and hasn't had a good
intimate lay in ages, his prisoners notwithstanding.  he needs some time outside
his dungeon."
	Arlin laughed, "That sounds like a great idea.  It will be just like our
old school days."
	"Good good good.  Now, I have work to do, otherwise I would join you
myself.  Who knows?  Perhaps if I get done early enough, I will make a special
appearance at Up Yours later tonight.  That is where you are going back to.  Is
it not?"
	"I'm sure we will find ourselves there eventually," Arlin replied, "I do
hope to see you out and about, at any rate.  You've been working your ass off
yourself, and need some down time just as much as Toraq does."
	"Well anyway, I do have work to get back to," Tormanin said, attempting
to break away, "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," the Tiger 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 work on the aforementioned
trade agreement.


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