RedTails : The Paddled Princess - Chapter 2

RedTails : Reckonings

The Paddled Princess



Chapter II: Party Crasher

"Good evening to you too, Allisson," Arlin growled. His body shuddered, and his aching, still stiff 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 subconscious 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."

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RedTails: Awakenings A Night Out, A Night In By Scarletdown Chapter II : Show and Tell The wizard ushered his little entourage into a modest but comfortably appointed third floor corner room, and closed the door behind him. The heavily-laden shopping packs, along with the paddle and belt, were deposited on top of the wooden, circular meeting table in the center of the room, and Frelic's wizard robe was hung on the cloak and hat rack near the door...


RedTails : Blue Rosette

RedTailsBlue RosetteByScarletdown"Hester," Olivia purred, "I want to order what those people are drinking." The Furling Ocelot cuddled the Furling Chinchilla who was sitting on her lap, and gestured in the direction of the party a couple tables over. Everyone present at Hot Summer Nights had paused in their dancing, dining, and drinking to watch the impromptu demonstration the inn keepers were conducting.Hester was shocked and stunned by what he was...


The witch and the Dragon Part 4

Chapter Eight Zak walked to Anniel’s quarters, just a few doors away from his own. The look on Anniel’s face when she greeted him at the door didn’t bode well. 'She wants to leave,' Anniel sighed into his mind. “Like hell she is,” Zak snarled and made to storm into her rooms, but Anniel gripped his arm and jerked him to a stop. Zak frowned at her. “She’s been crying for the past ten minutes, Goliath. Go easy on her,” Anniel insisted,...


RedTails : A Night Out, A Night In - Chapter 9

RedTails: AwakeningsA Night Out, A Night InByScarletdownChapter IX : Tails UpFrelic sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. "Go fetch the training paddle from the bed chamber, young lady," he ordered.Hansen disappeared through the southeast door, returning less than a minute later with the paddle Frelic had purchased from Varo reverently held in front of him in both paws. He presented it to his Master and submissively stood before him. Elf...


RedTails : Rescued?

This story, and in fact, the entire RedTails and ShadowRealms line, are copyright 2007 - G. Sutton (aka Scarletdown), some rights reserved. These works are released under the Creative Commons terms of Attribution / Share-Alike / Non-Commercial.This means that my works may be reposted elsewhere provided that proper credit is given, the full work is available verbatim, and no fee or other restrictions are implemented in order to access my...


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