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Subject: {ASSM} RedTails : The Missing Lynx (F/m nc spank magic furry nosex)
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Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2004 07:10:02 -0400
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Okay, here's my first post to ASSM.  I hope I'm doing this right.

I really don't have much in the way of an introduction for this one, 
other than to say that this was originally posted not too long ago on 
soc.sexuality.spanking as my first entry in that group's 2004 Short 
Story Contest.  If it seems that this one ends a little too abruptly, 
that is because of the nature of the contest it was entered in, where 
stories are kept around 500 words or less.  I may eventually write an 
extended version of this one, but not tonight, as I have other tales to 
work on first.  :D

Anyway, here goes...

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RedTails - Reckonings
The Missing Lynx
by Scarletdown (because my real name is too boring)


     On the peaceful shores of the lagoon, a lone, small figure stood 
upon the warm sands.  Clad in naught but the light of the perpetual day 
here in the Beastlands, Frelic awaited the arrival of his otherworldly 
teacher.
     This inner world had remained unchanged since his last visit two 
years ago, when at the tender age of 11, the young Moors Elf was brought 
here to bond with and begin his rigorous training under the stern 
guidance of Lynx.  He regretted staying away from the Beastlands for so 
long, but the past two years had been too hectic for him to get away, 
what with one adventure after another.

     A graceful lynx padded down the beach, then came to a halt and 
transformed into a humanoid form, still very feline and furry, but now 
with all the alluring feminine curves which mortals find so attractive. 
  She wrapped her arms around the young Elf, her paws gently kneading 
his soft smooth bottom and her muzzle pressing hard against his lips.
     He returned the gesture of course, causing her to purr.  "Mistress 
Lynx, it's so good to be with you again.  It has been such a long time..."
     "Yes, my pet," Lynx purred, "far too long in fact.  I fear you may 
have forgotten much that I taught you those six decades ago."
     Frelic blinked in confusion, "Six decades, m'lady?  But, it has 
only been two years since..."
     She shushed him by placing a finger to his lips, "For you, it has 
been a mere two years; but have you forgotten the time differential 
between the Mortal and Immortal Realms?"
     Frelic nodded as he recalled, "Ah yes, m'lady.  'Tis thirty to one, 
so that one year on Niath is thirty years here."
     "Correct, my pet.  Your negligence saddened me, but we will address 
that soon."  Lynx took him by the hand and led him to a large flat rock 
at the edge of the lagoon.
     "What will the first lesson be?" Frelic asked.

     Lynx set her furry butt down on the warm ledge, pulled her 
apprentice over her lap, and conjured a riding paddle.
     "Your first lesson," she said, giving his bare, upturned bottom a 
couple taps, "never neglect your training."  The paddle struck his 
behind, causing a loud SMACK and a pained yelp to shatter the silence.
     "But, m'lady," Frelic whimpered, "with all that has happened, I 
could never find the time..."
     She silenced his protests with another hard swat, "Time is never a 
valid excuse.  You wish to become a Wild Mage, you will make the time 
for your training.  It was two years by your reckoning, therefore your 
reckoning will last two minutes..."
     Frelic sighed and nodded, "Aye, m'lady."
     "By your reckoning," Lynx growled.

     "Oh, hell," he moaned, realizing too late what was in store for 
him. Firmly held down, Frelic could do nothing but close his eyes as the 
lesson commenced.  As the burning pain quickly spread through his 
bottom, he resolved to never again neglect the Beastlands.


-- Scarletdown
(Spamfoil in place.  Lift MYTAILFEATHERS to reply via email.)

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