RedTails: Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In
Chapter VIII – Small Talk
By – Scarletdown
After the girls left for Hot Summer Nights, Frelic reached into his
pouch and extracted another vial, syringe, and needle. “Come here,
Fuzzbutt,” he said, patting the seat of the chair he stood next to.
Hansen padded over to his Master, and without any further
prompting, he faced the chair, spread his legs, bent over with his paws
on the soft cushioned seat, and raised his tail. Frelic filled the
syringe, pushed out any air bubbles, and knelt behind his pet. He
inserted the needle deep into the Squirrel’s rump and injected the serum.
“I just hope this doesn’t wear me out too soon,” he said, rubbing
his bottom where the needle had gone in, “I don’t want to crash too
early tonight.
“Truth to tell,” Frelic confided, “I have no clue how this sedative
works. I’m just as new to this as you are. However, I suspect that it
will be a slow-acting formula that simply keeps you from babe gets a no condom pounding getting too
wired, and not totally kick your ass right away.”
“Then again,” Hansen added, “if it is faster acting than we expect,
I should be able fight it off and at least delay its effects. After
all, in my line of work, I have been known to keep awake for extended
periods, whether on watch or whether exploring deep caverns crawling
with Goblins and other monsters, which make taking sleep breaks too
dangerous.”
Frelic took his pet’s paws in his hands and gazed down into his
feisty eyes. A contented smile crossed his face as he just stared and
pondered the Furling before him.
“What is it, Master?” Hansen asked, cocking his head to one side
and blinking quizzically up at the Elf.
“Oh, I’m just thinking again about how our lives have been reshaped
so drastically over the past hours.”
“I know what you mean, Master. I was not surprised at all when you
took Shaasta as your pet sister. I mean, with a hot little vixen like
that, babe gets a no condom pounding only a fool would refuse her charms, whether you share the blood
running through your veins or not.”
Frelic laughed, amused at the blunt assessment of his twin, and
gave the Squirrel a gentle scritch under the chin, “I can’t argue with
you there, love. And can I assume that Shaasta has told you all about
our tender years from the time we left Calthani until we were separated
when the Svelte Lady overtook the Bloodlust?”
Hansen nodded and smiled, “Oh yes,” he admitted, “she left no
minute detail untouched. With the experience she gained from you, ’tis
no wonder she was able to hit the ground running that first night after
Daddy and me helped her escape from Mistress Triniti’s cottage. And by
the Mink’s bottom, what a memorable night that was.”
“Yes, Shaasta is an amazing girl. Just as Ashton here struck it
rich with Sharani and Makae, I struck it rich even moreso with her,” he
wrapped his arms around the Squirrel and they held each other close,
hands tenderly kneading Furling bottom and paws kneading babe gets a no condom pounding and patting
Elven bottom, “and with you, my pet.”
Hansen sighed and rested his head against Frelic’s chest, “And
that, Master, is what surprised me. In addition to your adventures with
your sister, Shaasta had also told me of the times, mostly during your
captivity, when your bottom was used to satisfy Captain Hayes and
several of his officers.”
“That’s right,” my unofficial title on both the Bloodlust and the
Svelte Lady was Ship’s Pet,”
“And your unofficial position was down on all fours like a pony
filly,” the Furling added, “With all the time you spent being a
surrogate girl, I never would have thought you would become the type to
give that type of affection to another boy.”
Frelic took a firm grip on his pet’s bottom and picked him up so
they could see eye-to-eye, “Truth to tell, love, I was surprised too,”
he admitted, “and I have you to blame, I mean thank, for my awakening.
When I saw you all trussed up there on your display mat at the Southern
Rose, tail raised, babe gets a no condom pounding and legs spread, I felt a stirring in my loins that
disturbed me initially.”
Hansen’s nether cheeks flexed around the stem of the flower that
was nested in his rectal channel. “When I felt your hand on my bottom
and scented your arousal, I actually thought you were Shaasta. Did you
that you and your sister are so alike that under the right conditions,
you can easily be mistaken for each other?”
The Elf smiled and slipped one hand between his pet’s thighs,
fingers gently scritching along the underside of the hard Furling cock
pressed against his chest, “Yes, that is a little asset me and Shaasta
have used to our advantage a number of times over the years. But that
is a set of tales for some other time.” He kissed the Furling; lips
pressed against muzzle; tongues touched and became as one, then he set
his pet down and padded towards the table in the middle of the room
while he continued to reveal his secret thoughts.
“When I paddled you and Shaasta there in the show babe gets a no condom pounding room, and
witnessed your squirmings and moanings, the stirring strengthened. Your
blatantly honest and earnest desires that you expresssed while sprawled
out there over that examination bench, ignited the spark deep within me.
But it was that moment, when my fist was buried up your ass, that
moment when I felt the heat of your treasure hole and the unbelievable
tightness of your rear channel around my arm, that was when the flame
became an inferno in my loins and in my mind.” Frelic picked up the
narrow leather belt with the tail feathers off the table and cinched in
around his waist.
“It was that moment when you were impaled on my arm, thrashing
about as I fist fucked your ass when I realized that it mattered not
whether you were a boy or a girl, your sweet southern star was every bit
as that of any other girl I had taken from behind; I determined that
before the day died away, my shaft would penetrate your lovely butt and
I would ride you until your hot, tight depths were filled with my seed.”
babe gets a no condom pounding “And that wish will be fulfilled tonight, I trust?” Hansen asked.
“Of course,” Frelic slipped a finger up his pet’s ass, sharing the
tight passage with Varo’s rose. “This, like the rest of you, belongs to
me now; I am going to make full use of your talents.” He pulled his
finger back out and slipped it between his lips, savoring the taste of
cinnamon mixed with the Furling’s own natural flavor. “Yes, your sweet
ass will receive full use.”
Hansen beamed happily at the Elf, “Thank-you, Master. I hope that
I don’t prove to be a disappointment to you in any way tonight.”
“You will do just fine,” he assured him. He took a step back and
struck a heroic pose for his pet, feet spread and fists planted on his
hips, “Now, how do I look?”
“The tailfeathers suit you most beautifully, Master.” Hansen
slipped behind Frelic and made some minor adjustments to his plumage so
that it was properly centered over his pretty derriere and fanned out babe gets a no condom pounding
perfectly behind him.
“As my daddy always says, a well groomed tail is a thing of
tremendous beauty. It’s like a necklace for your butt.”
“That goes without saying,” Frelic agreed. “A properly poised tail
never fails to draw my attention down to its owner’s ass.”
“Aye. ‘Tis a shame that folk like the Humans, Halflings, and you
Elves didn’t get your bottoms blessed with these accessories.”
“Well, perhaps these tail belts the girls discovered will make up
for fate cheating us less fortunate people.” Frelic flexed the muscles
of his lower back and caused the tailfeathers to rise as if they were
really a part of him, then he turned around and faced his pet.
Hansen looked his Master over as if judging a piece in an art show.
He nodded his approval and smiled, “Yes, yes. That is most definitely
you. The plumage makes you look most regal and majestic, in a feral
sort of way.” He performed a curtsy, reverently bowed his head, babe gets a no condom pounding and
gracefully dropped to one knee, “My liege.”
Frelic smiled at the silly Furling kneeling before him, and played
along with the little impromptu roleplay. He reached a hand out and
brought him to his feet, “Arise my Princess of the Wildlands. Come join
me and we will survey our domain.” Furry paw clasped in soft, smooth
hand, Hansen accompanied his Master out to the balcony.
The late afternoon air was sunny and cool; a fresh breeze was
blowing in from the sea to the west. Hansen perched cutely on the
railing overlooking the town, and together, they took in the panorama
before and below them.
“Lovely town, really,” Hansen remarked.”
Frelic nodded his agreement, “It is indeed. I wouldn’t mind
securing a spot of land here for a vacation homesteading, perhaps
something on the cliffs over there overlooking the sea.”
“That would be nice. ‘Tis a pity we are going to be leaving here
in a few days; I would love to spend a week or two exploring babe gets a no condom pounding the area.”
“Well, it isn’t much, but perhaps tomorrow we can have an afternoon
out together to check out the shops and whatnot,” Frelic suggested.
Hansen clapped his paws together and smiled, “Oh, I would love that
very much. But why afternoon and not in the morning?”
“I have an appointment at the Southern Rose in the morning,” the
Furling was reminded.
He nodded understanding, “Oh, that’s right. You are going to buy
that enchanting young Vixen tomorrow. If she isn’t too tired by the
time you get back, can Mistie join us? I’m sure she would make for the
ideal guide as we wander around Mistport.”
Frelic patted his pet’s hand, “That sounds like a fine idea
actually. She will come with us tomorrow afternoon.”
“Master? In addition to being one of your boink bunnies, are you
going to give Mistie any mundane taskings?”
“Most definitely, Hansen. WraithHold is a big place, and a lot of
work is required to babe gets a no condom pounding maintain the old fortress. Mistie, considering her
previous line of work, will have maid duties, and will also share
cooking chores with the rest of us.”
“Will you let her wear one of those frilly black and white lace
maid aprons? She would look quite delicious in one of those.”
“No reason not to. I’ve always liked that fashion.”
Hansen looked expectantly at Frelic, “And what of me and Shaasta,
Master?”
The Elf nodded and gave his pet an affectionate smile, “Yes, you
and Shaasta can wear frilly black and white lace aprons too.”
The Furling blushed at the thought of being put in girl clothes, “I
meant that neither of us are all that adept at cooking. What will you
have us doing when you are not making use of our tails?”
Frelic thought for a few moments, then, “You will learn. I’ll see
to it that Mistie teaches you properly, and I will also see if that
fellow that Ashton mentioned, Brindon I believe babe gets a no condom pounding he called him, their
cook wouldn’t mind letting you work with him in the kitchen tomorrow
morning or the next day to get you started.”
“I’ll give it my best shot, Master. In addition to that though, I
have a suggestion for where you can put us to work where we both excel.”
“Let me guess, the gardens and the orchards?”
“Exactly. Did you read my mind?”
Frelic laughed and shook his silver-maned head, “No love, I haven’t
learned telepathy yet. I just figured that what with you and Shaasta
being well attuned to the outdoors, you most likely have some
respectable experience in dealing with plants and trees.” His thoughts
trailed off as he gazed off into the distance.
Hansen turned his head to try to see what it was that stole his
Master’s attention from him, “What is it, Master? Is something wrong?”
“No,” Frelic replied, “I’m just watching the girls down there.”
The Squirrel squinted, trying to catch a babe gets a no condom pounding glimpse of Shaasta,
Thissle, and Karma. “Where are they? I don’t see them.”
“Right there, on the boardwalk,” Frelic pointed towards the
waterfront. To Hansen, all the people way off in the distance were like
little ants.
“I’m sorry, Master. I simply can’t tell which three dots are our
little seductresses.”
“That’s odd,” Frelic said, “They are perfectly clear to me,
and…Oh my, Thissle just gave Shaasta her first paddling of the evening.”
Hansen gave a dejected sigh, “Oh, how I wish I could see them. How
many swats?”
“Only three,” Frelic reported, “The usual pattern, one on each
cheek and one across the middle. It’s too soon since her last paddling
for her brand to be brought forth again, and that probably would not
have warmed her bottom enough anyway. So she must have mouthed off to
Thissle.”
“Or perhaps Thissle did it just because she could,” Hansen suggested.
“Yes, that’s a good possibility too. Whoa! Looks babe gets a no condom pounding like they caught
someone’s interest. Karma just removed Shaasta’s rose so that a sailor,
an Ornith Sparrow, just slipped 3 copper pieces up her butt, her first
tip of the night.”
“So, which one do you think will win our tails tonight?” Hansen asked.
“What? Oh, you mean that little competition we set them on.”
Frelic thought for a few moments then shook his head, “I have no clue.
They are all highly talented, so I can only guess that it will be a
really close race.”
“That reminds me Master,” Hansen changed the subject again, “when
me, Thissle, and Karma were getting cleaned up, we heard the sounds of a
rather intense paddling coming from the bed chamber. What did Shaasta
do to earn a real punishment spanking so soon?”
Frelic gave a sly grin, and a devilish twinkle flashed in his eyes,
“What did my sister do to get punished? She cost me ten platinum pieces
because she stubbornly disregarded my warnings to avoid traveling along
the Northwest coast.”
babe gets a no condom pounding “Ah, I see. Well truth be known, Master,” Hansen confessed, “at
least half the blame should be laid upon my tail. Both of us agreed to
take that route anyway, figuring we could hold our own against any foe
in these parts.”
“Are you saying that you should have your bottom roasted as well?”
The little Furling proudly held his head and tail high, “It is not
fair that Shaasta take the punishment for both of us. Therefore, I
should receive the same from you as she did.”
“Ten platinum pieces, one thousand gold,” Frelic said, “For her
penance, I sentenced my sister to receive a total of one thousand swats,
one for each gold piece.”
Hansen’s eyes widened, “One thousand? I know of no one throughout
time who has ever withstood such a spanking.”
“I have,” Frelic replied, letting Hansen in on a little personal
secret.
“You, Master?” The Furling shook his head in total disbelief, “No
mortal can safely take that kind of babe gets a no condom pounding punishment.”
“I did indeed, back when I was a mere thirteen years of age,” he
insisted, “Though I will admit that at the time, I was in spirit form in
the Beastlands, and I’m not sure how many swats it actually was; it
could have been much more than one thousand or a little less.”
“Oh, that does make a difference.”
“A big difference. My physical body safely sequestered in Mistress
Aeraal’s quarters on the Svelte Lady, so there was no mortal flesh to
insulate and cushion the spanking. A paddling in spirit form is ten
times worse than one received in physical form.”
Hansen rubbed his bottom in sympathy, “I can’t fathom what that
must have been like. What did you do to deserve an immortal glow?”
“At the time of the spanking, it had been two years since my last
visit to the Beastlands. And damn, was Lynx pissed at me for neglecting
my Wildmage training that long. Pretty much as soon as I arrived, she
pulled me babe gets a no condom pounding across her lap, conjured a paddle, declared that I would
receive a two minute spanking, then proceeded to roast my bare bottom
for a full two hours.”
“Two hours?” Frelic’s pet looked confused, “That is considerably
longer than two minutes. Did she purposely deceive you?”
“Oh not at all,” Frelic replied, “You may not be aware of this, but
there is a severe time differential between the Mortal and Immortal
Realms. The declaration of two minutes was by Niathian reckoning. In
the Beastlands, that translates to two hours. So when she was done
abusing my bottom, only two minutes had truly passed here on Niath.”
“Absolutely amazing, Master.” Hansen was in awe at his owner’s
endurance and willpower to be able to withstand such a punishment, “And
I bet you’ve made frequent trips to the Beastlands ever since then to
keep Lynx happy.”
“Yes,” Frelic said, “Lynx never had to paddle me again for
neglecting my training.” He took a gentle grip on Hansen’s shoulder and
looked him in the eyes.
babe gets a no condom pounding “Now, about your willingness to submit to the same punishment
Shaasta is under. First, as you might have been able to determine, that
was nowhere near one thousand swats I gave her when you and the others
were bathing.”
Hansen nodded his head, “I wasn’t counting, but it did only sound
like around forty to perhaps seventy or so.”
“It was fifty. Shaasta is receiving her punishment in fifty swat
installments, a minimum of once per day, sometimes twice or three times
per day depending on my whims.”
“I can handle that.”
“Be advised though,” Frelic warned him, “these are full-fledged
punishment spankings well above yours and Shaasta’s pleasure threshholds.”
“I fully understand, Master. And I humbly request that you allow
me to share in Shaasta’s penance.”
“Very well, sweet pet. Steel yourself for the most intense
paddling you have ever known.” Frelic gently pulled Hansen off the
railing, took a firm grip on his arm, and marched him back inside.
babe gets a no condom pounding The dining commons were nearly deserted when the girls came down
the stairs. Ashton was busy sweeping the floor; and the two feline
bards, finished with their rehearsal, were seated at a table, enjoying
large tankards of ale to refresh themselves before taking the stage
tonight, and quietly exchanging stories with a handsome Furling Badger
who was seated with them.
The musclebound inn keeper paused from his work, leaned on his
broom, and gave the girls a warm friendly smile, “Hello again, ladies.
Where are you off to this fine afternoon all prettied up so, if you
don’t mind my asking?”
Thissle beamed back at him and struck a flirtatious pose, one hip
canted seductively out, “Oh, we don’t mind at all, Mister Kez.”
“You never do, brat,” Shaasta smirked.
Thissle smirked back and lightly tapped the paddle she was carrying
on her shoulder, a little reminder to the Elf who was on which end of
the leash.
Karma stepped forward and gave Ashton a polite curtsy, “We’re
taking Shaasta out to babe gets a no condom pounding dance the night away at a little place on the
waterfront, Hot Summer Nights.”
“Ah, a girls’ night out. Will Frelic and that charming bushytailed
fellow be joining you?”
Thissle shook her copper-maned head, “Not tonight, Ashton. Master
and Hansen just want to relax here this evening and catch those kittens’
performance.” She nodded in the direction of the bards; they smiled and
waved, then pushed back their chairs and padded slinkily over, steins in
hand, and with the Badger close behind.
The he-cat adjusted the wire-rimmed spectacles perched on his
muzzle, smiled seductively and gently scritched the Rabbit and Dragon
girls under the chin, “Good afternoon, Thissle, Karma. You two look
absolutely bewitching, like a pair of young, wild, whitetail deer.” His
voice was melodic and mesmerizing, his eyes amber pools of enchantment.
The girls giggled cutely, and performed a slow turn to show off
their assets, teasingly thrusting out their behinds and shaking them for
him like a pair of stage girls.
“You’re looking rather feral tonight yours babe gets a no condom pounding
