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Reposting this one more time, due to a critical formatting change. 
Specifically, I decided to drop the all caps technique for representing
telepathic speech, and instead, enclosed said speech in pointy brackets
and colons, <:: Like this ::>.  Hopefully, this will make those
passages a little easier to read.

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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 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 chestnut 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 giving 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 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 private 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 thinking the two were 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 twin 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
arose 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 bare, 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 well 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
are 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, "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 stat 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 conducting Regency business, 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.

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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