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The following tale takes place on a world where magic is the primary law 
of nature, and society openly embraces a number of aspects of sexuality 
which are quite often frowned upon here on our own world, as well as 
activities (only hinted at in this particular story) which if not for 
the saving grace of spells and enchantments, would be fatal to the 
recipient.

As for the "caution" tag in the subject line, it refers to one of the 
"hot" codes as listed in the ASSTR FAQ - 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/subtle.htm#ACT  I had to use 
the "caution" tag in lieu of the original one to which this applies so 
as to avoid posting a major plot spoiler in the subject line.  Now, to 
steal a quote from MXC...

"Let's get it on!!!"

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RedTails - Awakenings
Rescued?
By - Scarletdown

	"Perhaps this is the day when I can get out of here", Shaasta thought 
to herself, as she arose from her cushion and struck a series of well 
rehearsed poses, showing off her tender naked assets for the passersby 
outside in an attempt to draw prospective buyers into the shop.  This 
was the girl's fourth week at the Southern Rose Petshop, and though many 
had checked her out, rather thoroughly, no one cared to shell out the 
rather high price the owner had set for her.  She was unique among the 
pets for sale here.  All the others were various Furlings and several 
Humans; but she was the only Elf in Master Varo's inventory, and 
traditionally, Elves tended to command a much higher value than any 
other species.  She had already been marked down three times since her 
arrival; from ten platinum pieces, to eight, and now to seven, and 
Master Varo had moved her from the middle of the show room to the 
display window facing the main street, her final place in the shop 
before being sent to auction.  If only she had heeded her brother's 
warnings and not embarked on that foolish adventure up the Northwest 
Coast, an area notorious for slavers.  Now here she was, sitting in a 
pet shop, enslaved for the second time in her life; and doing what she 
could to avoid the auction block.
	She spied a small, black-robed figure striding down the walk, a wizard 
she guessed, and intensified her little show.  According to Hansen, the 
Furling Squirrel who had been captured with her during their recent 
adventure together, wizards and other magick using types are the best 
owners a pet could have.  She was already aware of this of course, 
having been owned by a sorceress the first time she had been captured 
back when she was only 11 years of age.  Mistress Triniti was strict, 
but she had treated Shaasta quite well, and the girl had often hoped 
during her month here, that Triniti would show up and purchase her.  As 
the wizard neared the shop, Shaasta did a half turn, and gave him a 
heart-melting gaze over her shoulder while running one hand through her 
fiery red shoulder-length mane, and the other hand along her thigh and 
soft, plush bottom.
	The wizard stopped and faced the window, watching the Elf girl present 
herself.  When Shaasta turned to face him, her eyes lit up and she gave 
a soft gasp as she met his violet gaze.  Her rescue was imminent at 
last.  He smiled knowingly at her and entered the shop. Master Varo 
greeted him as the wizard pulled back his cowl, revealing his Elvish 
features framed by a mane of silvery hair.
	"Welcome to the Southern Rose, sir", the kindly Furling wolf said, "I 
am Varo, the proprietor here, and this is my lovely assistant and 
personal pet, Lilieblume."  He gestured to the lovely little smiling 
Halfling lass, standing by his side, clad in only a collar and a work 
harness.
	Lilieblume giggled mischeviously and asked, "Are ye here as a customer 
or do ye wish to join our inventory?"
	"Lilie, behave yerself", Varo growled, giving his pet a firm smack on 
her pretty little bottom with the paddle he always carried with him, We 
don't want to scare the fellow away now, do we?
	The girl giggled again and rubbed her butt where the paddle had struck 
it, "Sorry, Master", she apologized, "but can ye blame me for trying to 
get another Elf in the showroom?  Ye do know good and well just how 
valuable Elves are.  Perhaps as a matching pair, they would sell 
together.  And this one here is a real cutie, Mister..."
	"Willowpaw", the wizard offered, taking her hand in his and planting a 
soft kiss upon her dainty fingers, while failing to suppress a blush at 
the impetuous girl's flattery, "Frelic Willowpaw of Pine Vale.  And I am 
most certainly here as a potential customer, not as a product."
	"Well, 'tis a pleasure to make your acquaintenance, Master Willowpaw", 
Lilie beamed, giving him a polite shallow bow, "Still, ye would make a 
very cute pet, and would look so sweet with our other Elf over there." 
She gestured towards the window, where Shaasta was listening intently 
and trying hard to hide both her excitement and her amusement.
	"Ah, yes", Frelic said, "She is what drew me into this shop in the 
first place.  I may be interested in purchasing that lovely little vixen 
from you."
	Varo nodded and motioned for Shaasta to come stand before them, 
"Shaasta, dear", he said, "Please join us so that our guest can look you 
over properly."
	Shaasta stepped down out of her window display space and padded on bare 
feet over to where Varo, Frelic, and Lilie stood, putting a little extra 
hip swish into her stride and smiling seductively the entire time.  She 
then practically threw herself at Frelic, wrapping her arms around him 
and holding him tight.  Master Willowpaw reflexively returned the 
embrace, his gentle hands patting and kneading her gorgeous round 
bottom, so soft and tender.  He was also quite thankful that his robes 
concealed the arousal caused by the feel of the Elf girl's lithe body 
pressed against his and the feel of her south end in his hands.
	"Well, Master Willowpaw", Varo chuckled, "It seems she is a bit smitten 
with you."
	Frelic stepped back a bit, holding her at arm's length, his hands 
lightly gripping her hips and his gaze locked onto her own, "It does 
indeed," he agreed, "Shaasta, hmm?  Such a lovely name for such a lovely 
pet.  I believe it means Tender Hawk."
	Shaasta giggled softly and fluttered her eyelashes at Frelic, then gave 
a surprised gasp as Master Varo's paddle struck her lovely bottom. 
"Shaasta, behave yourself and mind your place here," he warned her.
	"I am sorry, Masters Varo and Willowpaw," Shaasta apologized, looking 
quite embarrassed over her little affectionate outburst, "Please forgive 
any embarrassment my behavior may have caused."
	"It is quite alright, sweet tail," Frelic assured her, "No harm nor 
humiliation was done.  And please, you may call me Frelic."
	"Aye, Master Frelic", she acknowledged.  She then assumed the first 
position for inspection, as she had done many times over the past weeks; 
feet apart, hands clasped behind her back, and head down.
	"Now sir", Master Varo began, going into his saleswolf mode, "feel free 
to check her out every which way while I and my assistant describe her 
assets."
	"Very well, little tender hawk," Frelic said, running his fingers 
gently along the edges of her gracefully pointed ears, which protruded 
through her fiery mane, "let us have a look at you and see if you will 
be suitable to become a wizard's pet."  Shaasta shuddered at the feel of 
Frelic's touch on her sensitive Elven ears, while Varo told of her 
temperament and how they have taken care of her.
	"First, as you can see," he began,  "Shaasta looks quite healthy and in 
top physical condition.  A fine specimen of Elven grace and beauty."
	Frelic nodded agreement, his hands tenderly squeezing the girl's 
shoulders and upper arms, then moving to her soft breasts, feeling their 
heft; which caused her nipples to harden with arousal, "Aye, a fine 
specimen indeed; most sexy and alluring."
	"She was already in fine shape when we purchased her from one of our 
suppliers," he explained, referring of course to the slavers who brought 
her to him four weeks ago, "Not surprising really, considering she and 
her Furling companion, who is on display in the main show room were 
adventurers.  A life like that requires considerable dedication to 
physical training."
	"That goes without saying," Frelic said, "Believe me, I know how 
physically punishing the conditioning for an adventurer's life is."  His 
hands had now moved down to her midriff, then her thighs, her hips, and 
reaching around to her bottom; patting, prodding, and gently squeezing 
all over, "Very trim," he complimented her, "just the right amount of 
outer softness with firm muscle beneath.  She has taken very good care 
of herself indeed, and at least feels like she would be wonderful to 
cuddle with on a chilly night."
	Shaasta beamed happily at Frelic as he voiced his approval, then 
shuddered and gasped softly as he tickled the tips of her ears before 
running his hands through her silky red hair, while the wolf continued, 
"And as with all pets we offer for sale here, we have kept her on a very 
rigorous physical training schedule to ensure that she remains healthy 
and properly toned.  We make sure that all pets we sell have the 
strength, agility, and endurance to meet the needs of even the most 
demanding owners."
	"I am in charge of the physical conditioning program here," Lilie 
boasted, sounding quite proud of her work, "I can guarantee that all 
pets sold at the Southern Rose will provide many years of service and 
pleasure."
	"Lilieblume takes tremendous pride in her work," Varo said, smiling 
down at the Halfling and giving her bottom an affectionate pat with his paw.
	Frelic caressed Shaasta's inner thighs and the outer edges of her 
smooth and naturally bare feminine sex, which elicited a soft moan and 
another pleasurable shudder from the girl, "I imagine that must be a 
most trying task," he said, "considering the diverse range of species 
that you must work with."
	"Oh, I am quite proud of my pet's talents," Varo affirmed, giving Lilie 
another pat and squeeze on the rump, "Despite her small size, this 
little one has proven herself with even the most powerful and difficult 
creatures."
	"Yeppers," Lilie nodded, "I've even trained Dragons here a couple 
times.  Those can be so hard to tame and keep in line.  Such stubborn 
brats they can be."
	"That goes without saying," Frelic agreed, as he moved around behind 
Shaasta to examine her wonderful bare bottom, prodding and squeezing the 
tender, well toned southern orbs, and giving her a couple light swats to 
see how well they jiggled.  "I happen to have a Dragon as my apprentice. 
  And she is a certified brat.  I can't even tell you the number of 
times that I have had to apply the paddle under Thissle's tail."
	"Oh yes," Lilie giggled, "Dragons are really a pleasure to spank, once 
you get them properly conditioned to submissiveness.  In fact, if you 
ever feel that Thissle could use some additional obedience training, you 
can always bring her here."
	Frelic gave the Elf girl's rear one more swat, then smiled at the Wolf 
and Halfling, "Well, so far, Shaasta is looking to be more than suitable 
for my needs.  You have done a remarkable job keeping her healthy and trim."
	Varo nodded, then gestured towards the show room proper, largely 
concealed behind a low wall, "Now that you have completed the initial 
inspection, would you care to conduct a more in-depth examination of 
Shaasta?"
	"Yes," Frelic replied, "I most certainly would.  I want to make 
absolute certain she is one hundred and ten percent suitable for my 
purposes."
	"Then follow me please," Master Varo instructed, leading them deeper 
into the shop.
	Shaasta blushed deeply as they were taken past the partitions and into 
the show room, knowing all too well what was in store for her within the 
coming minutes, a task she had performed countless times over the past 
month.  The trio padded down a wide aisle, which bisected a massive 
chamber.  Large cushions, knee high to an average adult Human, were 
arranged at regular intervals across the show room floor.  Beside each 
of these cushions arose a five foot high iron pole equipped with a long 
chain which was attached to a metal ring at the top.  On the cool stone 
floor, heavy iron rings in sets of four formed a square around the 
display cushions, and overhead, above each position, a pair of long 
heavy chains, their ends  tipped with a sturdy hook, dangled; suspended 
from the high ceiling on pulleys.
	A diverse array of prime examples of many of Niath's sentient fauna; 
large and small; male and female, adorned these soft pads.  And what an 
impressive menagerie it was:  Humans, Halflings, Furlings and Orniths in 
a wide selection of species to choose from, and Saurids.  Most seemed 
calm and content, properly confined to their individual personal spaces 
by the tethering chains fastened to a plain silver ankle bracer.  Some 
were seated primly upright and alert on their cushioned perches, and 
trying their best to look seductive or demure for the customer who now 
walked among them, in hopes of being purchased, while others lay curled 
up in blissful slumber.  A number of the pets in the show room, however; 
were on display in a considerably more vulnerable position.  They lay 
bent over their pads, their wrists and ankles secured in leather 
shackles which were clasped to the iron rings in the floor; while the 
chains above them hung taught, but not too uncomfortably, clasped to 
their collars and, where applicable, to an iron shackle which held their 
tails up high to provide full access to their plush fur, down, or 
bescaled hind quarters.
	The sight of so many enticing creatures gathered in this single room, 
all awaiting the chance to serve and please just the right owner, caused 
the stiffness hidden beneath Frelic's robes to intensify.  Oh how he 
wished he had the time to take a day and do nothing but sample this 
sweet buffet of submissive honeys.  But time was short and he still had 
much wizardly business to attend.  Still, that did not prevent him from 
pausing to check out a lovely and voluptuous Furling lass on one of the 
displays at the edge of the aisle.  She was vulpine, and one of the most 
enchanting vixens he had ever encountered.  She was also one of those 
shackled and bent over the cushion, with her tail raised high to provide 
a delicious view of her aft end.  He reached out and placed a hand on 
her pleasantly wide rump, then traced a finger gently through her soft 
fur, which was mostly an orangeish red, but with a wide patch of white 
in the center, which ran from the base of her thick bushy tail and down 
to her inner thighs, like a trail pointing to the precious treasure 
hidden in the valley formed by the luscious hills that thrust invitingly 
upwards before him.
	"You certainly have the finest inventory I've ever seen in a pet shop, 
Master Varo," he complimented the Wolf, succumbing to the temptation to 
give the vixen's upthrust butt a firm open handed smack, which caused 
her to thrust it up even higher.
	"I do take in only the best,"  Varo explained, "We hold great pride in 
being a first class establishment, with products that are only top of 
the line."
	His hand again resting on the vixen's rump, fingers poised over the 
crevasse of her southern hills, Frelic glanced over to Varo, "May I?"
	"Be my guest, sir" the proprietor invited.
	The Elf's fingers disappeared into the vixen's depths, gently probing 
her hot nether realms.  His fingers lightly glided over the slit of her 
sex, as he had done minutes before with Shaasta.  She was damp and slick 
down there immediately from his touch.  "Easily aroused," Frelic 
remarked, then using her juices as a natural lubricant, he slipped one 
finger, and then a second up into the tight star of her rear passage, 
and tight it was indeed.  She clenched tight around his probing fingers, 
which the Elf wriggled around inside of her while he again addressed 
Master Varo.
	"So then, what is this girl's story?  Slavers again?"
	Varo chuckled and shook his head, "Oh, not at all.  This is Mistie. 
She is our newest arrival, just arrived last night, in fact.  Only about 
half of our inventory was purchased from professional tail hunters. 
Some are sent to us by order of the high court as sentence for various 
crimes; while others come to us of their own volition and willingly sell 
themselves to our shop.  Mistie is of that third group.  She came to us 
just yesterday, and offered herself to us so that she could pay off a 
little debt she had racked up recently."  He paused for a moment in his 
explanation of their acquisitions system, and removed a syringe and 
needle from one of his pouches.  While Frelic continued to probe and 
play with Mistie's southern hole, the Wolf expertly stabbed the needle 
into the soft flesh of her rump, and injected her with a light blue 
viscous serum.
	"Vitamin solution," Lilieblume explained.  "All pets get these shots 
daily.  Sure, it hurts plenty much; but since we can't always provide 
the perfect diet for each individual, they need these supplements to 
help provide any nutrients that they may be missing.  And 'sides, pretty 
bottoms are meant to be sore; helps keep the pets aware of their 
intimate zones, mindful of their purpose, and whatnot."
	Shaasta sympathetically rubbed her own bottom and winced as the thick 
concoction slowly transferred from the syringe into Mistie's left bottom 
cheek  She was starting to feel a little impatient with this delay, and 
wanted to get her upcoming ordeal over and done with fast, so she could 
finally leave this place.  But she dared not express her annoyance, lest 
she feel the bite of Master Varo's paddle on her rear a few dozen times. 
  So she kept silent and waited, feigning eternal patience.
	Frelic withdrew his fingers from Mistie's depths and touched them to 
his sensitive Elven nose, taking in the light scent of musk mingled with 
the heady fragrance of lilacs, "She is amazingly clean," he noted, 
"Gehennite, I presume?"
	"Yes," Varo confirmed, withdrawing the needle from the vixen's butt and 
stowing it and the now empty syringe in another pouch, "We give all our 
pets a weekly cleansing using pure Gehennite.  Granted, it is an 
indescribably painful experience for the pet, but it is also the perfect 
cleansing agent."
	"I am familiar with it," Frelic nodded, agreeing with Varo's opinion of 
the otherworldly substance, "cleanses the subject by obliterating all 
non-living tissue it comes in contact with, but never inflicts any 
damage upon live flesh."
	"A wondrously diabolical concoction," the Wolf chuckled, "Also makes 
for a great disciplining tool when a paddling is not enough."  He 
punctuated his comment by landing a hard smack with his paddle squarely 
across Mistie's butt, causing her to yelp and struggle momentarily in 
her bonds.
	"So, you say she sold herself to you?" Frelic asked, returning them to 
their previous discussion.  He walked around to the other side of the 
cushion Mistie was bent over, and crouched down to have a face to face 
look at her.  She gazed adoringly at Frelic, her emerald green eyes 
sparkling with hope and desire, and protruding through her veil of silky 
hair, strawberry blonde with highlights of green that matched her eyes, 
her white tipped vulpine ears twitched in nervous anticipation.  "Why 
would a lovely creature such as this willingly sell herself into a life 
of submission when she could just as easily bewitch any fellow she may 
set her sights on?"
	"Well, as I was saying," Varo said, "She had a debt that she wished to 
pay off.  She had also recently become unemployed; and the debt and her 
unemployment happened to be closely related events.  Mistie, go ahead 
and explain to Master Willowpaw why you are here with us now."
	"Aye, Master Varo," she replied, her voice soft and sweet, and bearing 
a hint of a Tameran accent, "Up until four days ago, I served as a maid, 
cook's assistant, and waitress at one of the inns here, The Hightail, to 
be exact."
	"I'm familiar with that place," Frelic said, "That is where I am staying."
	"Well," she continued, "I inadvertently caused a major brawl there that 
night.  I was being rather flirty with one of the guests, a little too 
flirty, I suppose.  He wanted me to pay a visit to his suite later that 
night, but I had to politely decline due to another commitment.  That 
other commitment was sitting at the next table over, and when the first 
guy kept trying to get me to 'play' with him, he came over and pulled me 
off his lap, then warned him to leave me be.  They then got into a 
rather heated argument which escalated rapidly, and culminated in one 
shoving the other hard onto a table where a party of drunken mercenary 
sailors were dining.  Naturally, the situation grew out of control at 
that point."
	"Isn't that the way these incidents always seem to go?" Frelic 
chuckled, "Mercs tend to be a rather rowdy lot, always waiting for any 
excuse to have a brawl."
	"Yes," Mistie sighed, "I really should have turned them away when they 
first arrived.  But with these lean times, my employer needed all the 
business he could get.  When the excitement finally died down, and the 
worst of the brawlers were hauled off by the town guard, the entire 
dining area of the Hightail was a wreck, 70 gold pieces worth of damage 
when all was sorted out."
	"Ouch," Frelic commented, "that must have really put a dent in your 
employer's profits for the week.  I hope he was able to recover from 
that setback."
	The vixen nodded, "Oh, he was able to recover.  But he had to make some 
cutbacks.  Not wanting to cause those first two guys any more problems, 
since they were both really decent folk despite what had happened, and 
they had enough worries already, what with being in jail for the brawl, 
I claimed ultimate responsibility for that night's happenings.  And in a 
way, it really was my fault.  Had I not been flirting so hard, well, you 
know..."
	"Yes, I know," Frelic said, giving her a comforting scritch behind her 
ears, "And that was very brave and noble of you to take the heat for the 
mishap."
	"And take the heat I did.  My employer took me over his lap on the 
minstrel stage right there in front of the customers who remained to 
help clean up.  He paddled me good, and then informed me that he could 
no longer afford to keep me on as one of his employees.  He allowed me 
to sleep there one more night, and after breakfast the next morning, I 
had to leave and seek work elsewhere, in hopes of eventually paying off 
the 70 gold pieces worth of damage I had caused."
	"And can I assume that your asking price when you offered yourself to 
Master Varo here was 70 gold pieces?" Frelic guessed.
	"Yes," she nodded, "Over the next couple days, I had hit up every inn 
and tavern in town, but no one was able to take on another waitress or 
maid.  Everyone was strapped and stretched to their limits, and barely 
making enough to stay afloat.  Plus, at ten silver pieces a day, a 
domestic girl's wages, it would take forever to earn enough to pay back 
a debt that large."
	"And that is when you decided to submit yourself."
	"For the most part, yes.  But first, I considered other options. 
Turning to an adventurer's life briefly crossed my mind; but I quickly 
dismissed that idea, since I posess none of the skills for such an 
endeavor.  I would probably get eaten alive by the first monster I 
encountered."  She paused in her story and gasped as Master Varo slipped 
an applicator rod coated with a warm salve up her butt, and swabbed the 
jelly-like substance all over the "wall" of her rear passage.
	"Carry on with your story, Mistie," he instructed her, "We do have a 
busy schedule today, you know; and now is a good time for me to continue 
your processing while you tell Master Willowpaw your tale."
	"Aye, Master Varo," she replied, feeling herself get a little aroused 
as the Wolf worked her ass with the rod, "So, next I considered trying 
my luck as a street tail.  After all, a seventeen year old vixen should 
be quite popular with all sorts of adventurous clients, and should be 
able to make a buttload of money with her butt and other assets. 
However, the more I thought about it, the colder my feet got, and I 
ultimately decided that I was not yet ready for that type of life and 
the dangers that accompany it.  And it was at that moment, when I still 
had thoughts of trying to make money somehow with my tail, that I 
thought of this shop.  And the more I thought about it, the more I 
imagined myself serving a kind and protective master or mistress, 
someone who might even spirit me away from this town; the more sensible 
this idea became.  So I paid a visit to Master Varo and Lilieblume here 
last night, explained my plight to them; and here I am now."
	"And is this what you expected when you sold yourself to these fine 
folk?" Frelic asked, "Shackled down on a cushion, tail tied high, and 
your bottom poked, prodded, spanked, and stuffed?"
	"Yes," Mistie affirmed, unashamed pride in her tone, "I indeed expected 
to be treated this way.  And you know what?  I like this.  I realized 
that I am born to serve and please, and I take pleasure in all aspects 
of my life here; including the spankings, shots, and even the 
cleansings; because I know that all of these things are important to my 
ultimate goal of having an owner who I can service and who will take 
care of me."  She gave Frelic a smile that hinted of smugness and self 
assurance, then gasped and came close to orgasming right there on her 
cushion when Varo removed the applicator rod from her butt with one 
quick and smooth motion.
	Varo smiled and gave her a loving smack on her rear with his paw, then 
put the rod away for cleaning later, "Amazing girl, she is, eh?"
	"Very amazing," Frelic agreed, "I may very well have to take her home 
to Pinevale with me.  How much are you asking for her?"
	"Two platinum pieces.  But she isn't quite ready to be put up for sale 
just yet," the Wolf advised him, "We still have a little more work to do 
with her."
	Shaasta finally let her impatience show, and seemed irritated and a 
little worried that Frelic may have forgotten all about her, thanks to 
the vixen who seemed to have practically stolen his soul with her 
charms.  "Can we get back to what we were doing, Master Varo?  In case 
everyone has forgotten, Master Willowpaw here was going to give me a 
more in-depth inspection before deciding whether or not to purchase me. 
  Her little outburst was answered with two extra hard smacks on her 
bottom from Varo's paddle, which were not really unexpected, but still 
elicited a yelp from the Elf lass due to the intensity of the impacts.
	"But of course, dear," Varo said, "I haven't forgotten you.  Now, let's 
go."
	As he led the trio on their way to the other end of the show room, 
Mistie called out, "Shaasta, I am truly sorry for hijacking your time 
like that.  Forgive me, please?"
	Shaasta, rubbing her slightly sore behind, looked back over her 
shoulder at the vixen and smiled, "No worries, dear.  There's nothing to 
forgive."
	At the far end of the show room was a long, low, padded bench.  At 
either end of the bench, was a table, upon which sat various paddles, 
switches, straps, and other disciplining tools, as well as an assortment 
of flasks and bowls with potions and salves.  "This area," Lilieblume 
explained," is much better suited than the outer lobby for the more 
intimate inspections our clients like to perform before making a final 
purchasing decision."  The Halfling was interrupted by a sharp gasp from 
behind them.  All three turned and looked at the Furling Squirrel who 
was in turn, staring back in surprise at them, as if he had just seen a 
ghost.
	Shackled in the same position as Mistie, the grey-furred, bushytailed 
rodent chittered excitedly, "Shaasta?  is that by chance...?"
	"Yes," she said, not letting him finish his question, "This is by 
chance a very potential buyer."  She gave him a look that told him to 
keep quiet lest he spoil their chance to get out of here.
	Master Varo, visibly annoyed by this interruption asserted his 
authority with the obligatory paddle strike on the little Furling's 
dainty, furry bottom, "Hansen," he sighed, when are you going to learn 
to mind your place while business is being conducted?"
	"Oh, I'm so sorry, Master Varo," the boy whimpered, his rear stinging 
from the well deserved swat, "I just got so excited when I saw Shaasta. 
  I've missed her so much since she was moved out of here and put on 
display in the window."
	Lilieblume giggled and shook her head, "Silly Squirrel," she chided 
him, "she was only moved out there just this morning; too soon for you 
to be pining away for her."
	Frelic took an interest in this Furling boy, and moved to have a closer 
look at him.  He gave him a quick once over, administering the expected 
pats and squeezes on this rear; which like Mistie's was also two toned, 
with a similar patch of white, running from half way up his rump down to 
the middle of his inner thighs.  It ws an attractive feature common to 
Furlings, Orniths, Dragons, and Saurids; and one that many referred to 
as the "treasure trail".  The Elf lightly prodded at the fur covered 
shaft and sheath which were clearly visible between his shackled and 
spread legs, "He looks like a feisty one," he mused out loud, "and he 
acts like he knows Shaasta here pretty well."
	"He does," Varo replied, "This is Hansen.  He was brought to us at the 
same time Shaasta was.  Apparently, they adventured together, and were 
of course, captured and sold together."
	"They really seem to be quite fond of each other," Lilieblume added.
	"Bestest of friends we are," Hansen affirmed, "I would really really 
miss Shaasta if she were to be taken away from me."
	Frelic did not miss the hint, of course, "Well, it would be a shame to 
seperate two dear friends from each other now.  Let's see what we can do 
about this."
	Master Varo unlocked the Squirrel's bonds and lifted him up, holding 
him under his arm so his butt was facing forward, "Do you wish to 
inspect him as well then, Master Willowpaw?"
	"But of course, sir," Frelic replied.
	"Shaasta, bend yourself over the bench and spread those lovely legs," 
Varo ordered.  Shaasta kneeled down, then positioned herself over the 
padded seat, her legs apart, and her rear properly thrust upwards to 
provide the best view and easiest access to her sweet assets.  Varo 
placed the Furling boy next to her, laying him face down, his legs, not 
quite long enough to reach the floor, hanging over the edge of the 
bench, and his bushy tail held high.
	Frelic kneeled between and behind the two pets, hands resting on their 
rumps, "We'll start with a little warm up."   Shaasta's hand clasped 
Hansen's paw, and the two pets closed their eyes, their bottoms 
quivering ever so slightly in anticipation of what was to come.
	The Elf's hands began slapping a steady drum beat on the two upthrust 
bottoms, alternating between Shaasta on the odd strokes and Hansen on 
the evens, the swats just hard enough to cause a light sting, which they 
both took quite well.  The crisp smacks of smooth, bare flesh and the 
duller smacks of fur-covered flesh being struck in a slow but firm 
cadence echoed throughout the show room. The all too familiar sounds of 
spanking caused many of the other pets to turn and watch with amusement, 
sympathy, or desire, the percussion concert the Wizard was performing on 
Elf and Squirrel.  Several members of the captive audience were 
squirming in their seats, and the scent of arousal could be smelled in 
the air.
	Master Varo, of course, sensed the growing lust in many of his pets, 
and he just smirked and half whispered to the Halfling beside him, "I 
hope you are in good form today, love.  It looks like we are both going 
to be real busy soon attending to our inventory's burning needs."
	Lilieblume put her hand in his and smiled up at her master, "Can do, 
Master Varo," she replied, starting to feel rather tingly and moist 
herself as Frelic continued spanking Shaasta and Hansen.  "You know good 
and well that I am up to that particular task."
	The Wolf chuckled and gave his pet an affectionate bottom squeeze, "I 
don't doubt you for a second, sweet tail; not for one single second."
	Frelic stopped after two dozen swats, and gave both bottoms a firm, 
thick pinch.  Despite the lightness of the spanking, Shaasta's rear was 
already showing a light pink glow, as was Hansen's; though the blush on 
the Furling's bottom just barely showed through the soft, white treasure 
trail fur.  "Properly springy and resilient," he noted, "suitable for a 
wide array of disciplinary activities."
	"As it should be," Varo replied, "We expect our pets to take a 
considerable amount of abuse on their bottoms; such as paddlings, 
canings, and whippings; with a diverse variety of tools, in addition to 
other non-spanking punishments."
	"Such as?"
	"Oh, such as shockings, pin cushionings, and searings for example," 
Lilieblume chimed in.  The Halfling stepped forward and landed a couple 
more open handed swats on Shaasta's rear, "Therefore, we put heavy 
emphasis on preparing our pets physically and mentally to withstand 
having a tremendous amount of attention focused on their butts."
	"Let's continue the inspection," Varo advised.  He gestured to one of 
the tables, where there was a selection of spanking tools laid out, 
"Select one or two of those, and apply some more intensive attention on 
their bottoms."
	Frelic selected a polished wooden paddle, the spanking tool he was most 
partial to, and gave it a test swing through the air.  It was a plain 
and sensible model, about thirteen inches in length, three and a half 
inches across, and a quarter inch thick.  It was light enough to 
effectively wield single handed for proper over the lap paddlings, but 
had a handle long enough to allow for a double handed grip for those 
times when a little extra emphasis is needed to drive home those more 
difficult lessons.
	Standing to Shaasta's left side, he gave her lovely butt the obligatory 
"ranging" taps, then without warning and with no time for the girl to 
even tense in frightened anticipation, he raised the paddle up and back, 
then brought it back down in a graceful and cruel arc until it came to 
rest again on her bare bottom, coming to an abrupt halt with a loud 
smack that reverberated throughout the show room, and caused Shaasta to 
yelp out in surprise.
	Frelic then began paddling the Elf girl in earnest.  The air was filled 
with the sounds of hard wood against bare flesh, leaving no part of 
Shaasta's butt untouched.  With smooth, graceful motions, he paddled 
her, expertly dispensing punishment upon her bottom, each swat as hard 
as its predecessor.
	Shaasta at first tried her best to hold back.  By shear force of will, 
she refused to allow the assault on her rear break her proud Elven 
bearing.  But after the paddle impacted on her ass for the tenth time, 
striking right across the middle of both cheeks, the mental wall 
crumbled, tears that were held back now flowed down her smooth, round 
face; her will failed.  The sound of the paddle was now accompanied by a 
melody of moans and cries from the Elf girl as her sweet posterior 
burned with the fires of discipline, a fire with no flame.  She writhed 
beautifully under the fierce punishment, her back arching, and legs 
flailing as each stroke of the paddle added to the crimson glow in her rump.
	After the twentieth stroke, Varo and Lilieblume had to hold the girl 
down, as her struggles intensified.  Shaasta cried and pleaded for 
Frelic to stop, her tears now flowing steadily down her cheeks and 
splashing onto the stone floor.  She pleaded and begged, but no mercy 
was forthcoming.  The spanking continued as before, a smooth and steady 
beat with no reprieve.  After the thirtieth swat, the session was ended, 
and the only sounds were Shaasta's sobbings and whimpers coming from the 
pets behind them, many of whom were now extremely aroused and ravenously 
craving relief from the desire burning deep within.
	Lilieblume dried the tears from Shaasta's face and comforted her, "You 
are a remarkable Elf," she said, commending her, and stealing a tender 
kiss, their lips touching ever so softly.
	Frelic surveyed his work, admiring the way Shaasta's bottom quivered 
tantalizingly from the lingering pain the paddle inflicted, and again 
thankful that his robes concealed his arousal.  He reached down and rand 
his palm over her blushing ass, then kneeled behind the girl and touched 
his lips to her hot, tender nether flesh; eliciting a moan from the 
girl, and causing a glow to form on her tear stained face.
	Rising to his feet, the wizard turned his attention to the Furling 
Squirrel, who was patiently and anxiously awaiting his turn for the 
paddle.  The Halfling girl gave Shaasta's hand an affectionate squeeze, 
then stood in front of Hansen, and lended her assistance by holding his 
bushy tail out of the way.  Frelic wasted no time, and immediately began 
the assault on Hansen's furry bottom in exactly the same way he spanked 
Shaasta, the paddle first landing on the Squirrel's left nether cheek 
followed by an identical blow to the right cheek, and one across the 
middle; repeating the pattern on the lower quarters of his rear and 
again on the upper regions, so that not a single square inch was left 
untouched.
	Unlike Shaasta, Hansen showed much greater endurance.  He held firm 
until the twenty-fifth swat seared his dainty rear, then the tears 
started to flow.  His sobbings were soft and reserved.  He did not beg 
for mercy, knowing that there was none to be had; and his writhings and 
flailings were not as violent as those of the Elf girl still crying 
quietly beside him.  He closed his misty eyes tight and and steeled 
himself against the intense pain burning through his ass, taking it with 
a strength and will belied by his diminutive appearance.
	Another five strokes of the paddle, and the spanking was finished. 
Hansen gave a loud sigh and let his body relax as Lilieblume rewarded 
and comforted him with a tender kiss as she had done with Shaasta, and 
Frelic placed his hand on the Squirrel's sore rump, which now showed a 
deep red paddle blush through the white fur.
	Master Varo was most impress with the Elf's prowess, "You wield that 
paddle like a true expert," he complimented him.  "I found myself 
rubbing my own posterior out of sympathy as you were giving their 
bottoms that glowing workout."
	"Thank you," Frelic replied, "I am indeed quite intimately familiar 
with the paddle and other instruments of spanking," he confirmed, then 
kneeled down and planted a kiss on the Furling's well punished behind 
like he did to Shaasta, causing Hansen to giggle with a hint of 
embarrassment.  "I am intimitely familiar with these tools on both the 
giving and receiving ends," he added.
	Lilieblume nodded solemnly, "Yes, what with you being trained in the 
magickal arts and the tremendous discipline such a path requires, I 
would imagine you must have had your bottom reddened many times during 
your apprenticeship."
	"I did," Frelic admitted, "Mistress Aeraal was, and still is, quite 
fond of the paddle, and many of my lessons during my training took place 
over her lap.  Same with Lynx, my Beastlands guide and teacher."
	The Halfling smiled mischeviously, "Well, you know, my offer still 
stands.  You are more than welcome to sell yourself to the Southern 
Rose.  I would love to try my hand at taming a powerful and cute wizard 
such as yourself."
	Frelic blushed and smiled back at her, "Thank-you, but I still must 
decline the offer.  I have too much work to accomplish to become 
anyone's pet."
	Lilieblume pouted, "Aw, 'tis a pity.  It would have been fun.  Perhaps 
you can at least come back some time before you return home, and we can 
do a little remedial training then, if you have the time, and Master 
Varo approves?"
	Frelic felt flattered by the Halfling's intimate interest in him, and 
his blush deepend, "I will consider your offer," he replied.  He then 
glanced down and a smirk crossed his face as he noticed that between 
Hansen's legs, the Furling's maleness was fully emerged from its furry 
sheath.  "Typical Furling," he muttered, "Seems someone enjoyed the feel 
of the paddle across his bottom."  He reached down and gently took the 
erect shaft in his hand, stroking its underside lightly with one finger, 
causing the Squirrel lad to gasp and flex his legs and rump.
	"That is one of Hansen's great features," Varo informed him, "The 
little guy is a notorious pain slut.  But as you noted, that is typical 
of Furlings and Orniths.  They can be such a challenge to properly 
discipline."
	"It's not just Furlings," Frelic said, "Thissle, my Dragon apprentice 
tends to get worked up when paddled as well.  So when I need to truly 
discipline her, I simply spank her even harder, well beyond her pleasure 
threshhold."  He gave Hansen a few more strokes, which caused the 
Squirrel to moan and playfully squirm, but refrained from bringing him 
to orgasm, then he took a glance at Shaasta and smirked again as he 
spied a glistening dampness between her thighs.
	"You too, eh?" he sighed, patting her well spanked bottom, causing her 
to wince.  Frelic slipped a finger between her legs, running it along 
her slit, which caused her already upturned behind to rise a little 
more.  She was blushing furiously as her little secret was revealed. 
The many training sessions with paddle, switch, and strap under Varo and 
Liliblume's guidance had raised her limits to where what would normally 
be a punishment spanking for most people was now an intense pleasure 
spanking for her.
	"Well," Frelic mused, rubbing the feminine moisture between his 
fingers, "No need to worry, I do indeed know how to use the paddle and 
other tools for both punishment and reward when appropriate."
	Lilieblume herself failed to stifle a wistful sigh.  She wanted so much 
to play with this Elf.  His voice, soft yet commanding, and those violet 
eyes, spakling with a mix of compassion, power, and mischief made her 
swoon.  She wanted to both be taken by him as well as take him herself; 
and she seriously hoped and prayed that he would come back to take her 
up on her offer.
	Frelic stepped over to one of the end tables and dipped the first two 
fingers of both hands into a bowl of cool lubricating salve, then 
kneeling between and behind the two pets, "One final item to inspect," 
he announced, getting back to the business at hand, "Shaasta, Hansen, 
please spread your legs a little more."
	They complied and, as Mistie had done earlier, submissively presented 
to him, a delightful view of their southern stars.  Frelic squirmed a 
bit and felt his temperature rise slightly at the tantalizing sight, 
tempting him to shed his wizardly robe, lift his tunic, and take the two 
sensuous creatures before him right here and now.  But instead of 
succumbing to the great yearning pulsing beneath his robe and tunic, he 
pressed forward with his original course.  Both Shaasta and Hansen gave 
a soft gasp and low moan of pure bliss simultaneously as they each 
received a pair of long Elven fingers deep inside their south passages.
	Frelic was only moderately surprised at Hansen's reaction, "Well well," 
he chuckled softly, "It seems our boy here likes being taken as a girl, 
hmmm?"  He wiggled his fingers around inside of the two pets, causing 
them to gasp again and squirm, their tight holes clenching around the 
Elven probes.
	"Yes, Master Willowpaw, he admitted, his tail whipping back and forth 
as he thrust his bottom up higher, trying to get the wizard's fingers 
even deeper inside of him.  "But I wasn't always this way.  Shaasta 
there turned be on to...this activity.  It happened one of our 
adventures several months ago."
	"Oh she did, did she?"  Frelic fingered them harder, causing them to 
squirm even more.  Hansen's cock was pulsing in time with the thrusts 
inside of him, and he whined as he fought to keep from spilling his seed 
all over the floor.  Seeing how he was near bursting, Lilieblume slid a 
bucket beneath the Furling, just in case.
	"Yes," Shaasta hissed between gasps, "Many times when we coupled during 
our travels, I insisted he take me up the ass.  He saw how much I 
enjoyed it, just as much as I enjoy the more traditional way..."
	"And..." Hansen continued, "and, I decided then that there was no 
reason only girls could enjoy being on the receiving end of a boinking, 
so I put myself across her lap, had her spank me a few times, then I 
offered her my other virginity.  Oh, her fingers buried deep beneath my 
tail were like magick.  'Twas like nothing I had ever known before that 
moment."  Unable to hold back any longer, he gave another moan, much 
louder this time, and his lust juices flowed from his hard, throbbing 
shaft and into the bucket below.
	Frelic continued to work the Furling's tight, hot butt as he reached 
his climax, and up inside Shaasta, he curled his fingers, causing a loud 
whine from her as she was stretched out just a little more, "Why you 
little brat," he scolded the girl, "Thanks to you, this fine young 
Furling has gone from being just a pain slut, to being a complete tail 
slut."
	"But Master Willowpaw," Hansen pleaded, coming down off his orgasmic 
high, "Do not be angry with her.  All she did was bring to the surface 
feelings and desires I had suppressed for years.  'Twas an awakening for 
which I truly am grateful."
	"Aw, lighten up," Lilieblume suggested, "It's not like there is 
anything evil about a boy letting his bottom be used to give pleasure or 
receiving pleasure from the use of his bottom.  I'm sure your own tail 
got used occasionally during your apprenticeship.  Did it not?"
	Frelic gave a resigned sigh and nodded, "Yes, that did happen.  There 
were several complicated spells and rituals which involved coupling. 
And it mattered not whether the partner taking the role of the girl was 
indeed a girl or a boy."
	"And did you enjoy playing the part of the girl?"  the Halfling pressed 
him.  A reddening in the Elf's cheeks provided the answer.  "So you see? 
  It is perfectly natural for a boy to take one of the same pleasures 
which girls enjoy."
	Still blushing at being baited into talking about some of his early 
intimate adventures, Frelic changed the subject.  "So, Master Varo, what 
was that stuff you swabbed around the inside of Mistie's ass when she 
was telling her story?"
	The wolf, looking rather amused at the previous thread of discussion, 
reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a vial, holding it close 
for Frelic to see.  "Ah yes.  This is known as Pixi Salve.  It is used 
to keep a pet's sex and ass virgin tight."
	"Pixi Salve," Frelic took note, "I thought these two seemed unusually 
tight."
	"Yes," Varo explained, "all of our pets receive a treatment of this 
every three days.  And it has another useful effect in addition to 
keeping them tight.  Go ahead and make fists inside of them," he instructed.
	"Fist them?" Frelic hesitated, "Are you sure that is safe?  After all, 
they are both pretty small, and I wouldn't want to inadvertently injure 
them."
	"Trust me," the Wolf insisted, "They will be alright."
	"Okay, here goes."  Frelic worked the rest of his fingers up into 
Shaasta and Hansen, then he carefully curled them into fists, which he 
then slid even deeper into them, up to his wrists, so it looked like he 
was wearing a pair of living gloves.  They both moaned yet again, much 
louder this time, as they were stretched and stuffed.  The Furling had a 
second orgasm and added more of his seed to what was already pooled in 
the bucket underneath him.
	Frelic was greatly impressed, "Absolutely amazing," he said, pumping 
his fists rhythmically inside their nether depths, "So in addition to 
keeping them tight," he concluded, "the Pixi Salve also grants them 
extra durability and pliability."
	"Exactly," Varo replied, "With this stuff, any of our pets here can 
safely take even the most gifted master, or the largest of training 
shafts without having to worry about accidentally finding themselves 
sent prematurely to the Nether Realms."
	"Do you sell the salve here, or would I need to visit an alchemist to 
acquire a few bottles?"
	"Oh, we sell it here," Varo assured him, "along with a number of other 
salves and potions which the more active and devious pet owners may find 
essential."
	Frelic extracted his hands from the pets' bottoms, and like with 
Mistie, put them to his nose, "Lilacs again," he noted, "So they have 
had the Gehennite treatment as well."
	"As per our standard procedures," Lilieblume said, "They had their 
first cleansings three weeks ago, and will be due for their next 
treatment in about a week from today."
	"Well, we will very likely be leaving town before then," Frelic said.
	"That is okay," Varo replied, "If you wish, you can bring them in 
before you leave and I can give them the Gehennite treatment.  It only 
takes about fifteen minutes, and the cleansing is good for a full week. 
  Oh, and can I assume that you are indeed going to purchase both of them?"
	"I believe they will be able to serve my needs," Frelic announced, as 
he helped Shaasta and Hansen to their feet.  How much for each of them?"
	"For Hansen," Varo said, "thirty five gold pieces."
	"Good," Frelic nodded, hefting the money pouch that hung from his belt, 
"And Shaasta?"
	"Well, originally, I had her priced at ten platinums, but she has since 
been discounted to seven, due to so many potential customers finding 
funds for such luxuries scarce these days."
	Frelic looked the girl over thoughtfully, then as a sly and mischevious 
smile crossed his face, countered with, "I'll give you five for her."
	Instantly indignant, Shaasta gave him a look that could have turned a 
glacier to steam, while Master Varo protested the counter offer, "But, 
sir, five platinums is what I originally paid for her.  And if you take 
into account the time and resources spent in training her, seven is the 
absolute lowest I could go and do more than just break even."
	Frelic glanced over at Shaasta again.  She was still glaring at him, 
arms folded across her breasts.  He then laughed and turned back to the 
Wolf, "Ah, I was just kidding with my offer.  In fact, strange as it may 
sound, I wish to go ahead and pay your original asking price for her. 
She is more than worth ten plats."  He felt a tap on his shoulder, and 
when he turned around, found a now very happy fire-maned Elf girl 
hanging from his neck and planting a string of sweet kisses on his 
cheeks and lips.  As before, he wrapped his arms around Shaasta, 
pressing his hands against her bare bottom to support her.  She was of 
course still quite sore and tender from her paddling, and she winced as 
Frelic's hands firmly gripped her rear.  But she didn't care.  She and 
her Squirrel friend were finally rescued, and that was worth having a 
sore ass.
	"Shaasta, stand down for a moment," Varo growled, his gaze dropping 
down to the paddle he carried, "We are not yet finished here."
	Not quite ready to take yet another spanking, Shaasta detached herself 
from Frelic, and stood submissively to his right, while Hansen took a 
position to the wizard's left.  "Sorry, Master Varo," she apologized, "I 
sorta lost myself there.  I'm just so happy that we are both being sold 
together."
	Frelic wrapped one arm around Shaasta's waist, and the other around 
Hansen's shoulder and pulled them close to him, as they finalized the 
sale.  "So, ten platinums and thirty five gold then, for the two of 
them, plus whatever other accessories and supplies I may decide they need."
	"Oh, very good, sir," the Wolf smiled, "And thank you very much, sir. 
It is truly a pleasant surprise that you would offer to pay her original 
price even though I was willing to sell for less."
	"Well, I do like to reward quality work," Frelic replied, "And what I 
have seen here is nothing but quality, top of the line, as you stated 
earlier.
	Varo stammered a bit, actually at a loss for words for once, "Oh, 
well...Uhm...You embarrass me with your kind words, Master Willowpaw. 
But again, I thank you.  Now, would you like to properly initiate your 
soon-to-be pets?  Normally, we charge a small fee of fifteen percent of 
the sale price, but since you are buying them anyway, we can waive that 
detail."
	Frelic looked confused, Hansen looked hopeful, and Shaasta was blushing 
considerably, "Initiate them?" Frelic asked, "I'm afraid I don't quite 
follow,"
	"In other words," Lilieblume explained, "Would you like to boink the 
babes before we wrap up the sale?"
	"Oh," Frelic replied, himself now blushing, "Uhm, no.  I can wait until 
we get back to the Hightail Inn, where I can explore their abilities in 
more depth in the comfort of my own suite."
	"Are you certain?" Varo asked, "If a comfortable setting is the issue, 
we do have privacy chambers here, where new owners can get properly 
acquainted with their pets."
	"I am sure of this," Frelic affirmed, "I do prefer to wait."  He gave 
both pets an affectionate pat on their sore behinds, "So then, what are 
we waiting for?  Let's finish this show."
	Varo nodded and motioned for them to follow, "This way please."  He led 
them back through the show room and past the partitions, bringing them 
back to the lobby.  Lilieblume got busy filling out some parchmentwork 
while Frelic counted out the gold and platinum coins from his money 
pouch, and placed them in Varo's paw.  The Halfling laid out the 
parchments on the sales counter and handed a quill to Frelic.
	"What is this?" Frelic asked, looking over the forms.
	"Oh, these are just the bills of sale and the transfers of ownership 
certificates for Shaasta and Hansen," Varo explained, all you need to do 
is sign on the lines that say 'Signature, sigil, or seal of purchaser', 
then we can take them below for final processing.
	"That would be just a few final shots and then searing your mark on 
them," Lilieblume clarified.
	Frelic nodded and then signed his name on the forms while Varo 
congratulated him on his purchases, "You have made some excellent 
selections, Master Willowpaw.  These two should provide you a lifetime 
of faithful service and pleasure.  And Shaasta, Hansen?  It has been a 
pleasure to have you two as part of my shop.  You took your training and 
discipline remarkably well, and I can truly say that Lilieblume and 
myself will dearly miss your presence here."  He reached up and wiped a 
genuine stray tear from his muzzle then gave both of them a loving 
embrace punctuated with a tender pat on their bottoms.  "You two behave 
for your new owner; or at least behave most of the time."
	"Thank-you, Master Varo," Shaasta said, "You took very good care of us 
and treated us well.  You can be sure that we will stop by here whenever 
we are in town with Master."
	Hansen gave a shy smile, "It was really a fun four weeks, Master Varo. 
  I truly enjoyed myself here, and had I known what it was like 
beforehand, I probably would have sold myself to a pet shop a few years 
ago."
	"Master Varo," Frelic said, "I also want to thank you most sincerely 
for looking after my sister and her companion.  When news came to me 
back in Pine Vale that Shaasta and Hansen had fallen to slavers, I 
feared the worst."
	Varo looked like he had just been struck by a stun bolt, "Y-your 
sister?  Shaasta is your sister?"
	"Indeed she is," Frelic replied.
	"Yeah, I can see the resemblance now," Lilieblume said, "You two are 
twins, aren't you?"
	"That we are," Shaasta confirmed, "That we are."
	"I must say," Varo chuckled, "this goes down in history as the most 
unconventional rescue mission ever known.  Thank-you very much for not 
breaking into my shop late at night and trashing the place."
	"Well, had Shaasta and Hansen been imprisoned in a slaver camp or 
something similar, I would not have given a second thought to engaging 
in severe violence in order to retrieve them," Frelic explained, 
"However, when I saw how your store was managed, and how well you 
treated the pets, I instantly ruled out that option.  After all, you are 
running a legitimate and legal business, so it would have been wrong to 
steal from you or inflict damage on your property."
	"That is most honorable of you, Master Willowpaw," Varo said, "You are 
one interesting and enigmatic personality indeed."
	"Frelic, can we go now?"  Shaasta prodded her brother, "I would really 
like to go get cleaned up and then finally put some clothes on for the 
first time in weeks."
	"Not yet," Frelic declared, "We still have to do your final processing."
	"Final processing, my ass,"  Shassta growled, "Do you really think I'm 
going to let you brand me?"  She glared at her brother, standing 
defiantly with her fists on her hips.
	Frelic answered her challenge by taking Master Varo's paddle and 
landing three hard swats on his sister's bottom, "Damn straight I am, 
sis.  I just shelled out ten platinum pieces for you; that's a full 
thousand gold, you know.  Did you really think I was just going to let 
you go off to just get yourself back into trouble again?"
	Shaasta rubbed her butt and continued to glare, "But I thought this was 
a rescue!" she argued.
	"You have been rescued," Frelic assured her, "And I am going to make 
certain you stay rescued this time.  That is why I bought you, and that 
is why I am keeping you."  he held up the sale and ownership 
certificates, then folded them up and secured them in his belt satchel.
	"Ooh!" Lilieblume gasped, fascinated by this little exchange, "Master 
Willowpaw is now the proud owner of a pet sister.  'Tis such a naughty 
idea indeed, makes me all hot and tingly inside just thinking about it."
	Shaasta turned to Varo for support, "Master Varo, please help me here," 
she pleaded, "Please tell Frelic that he can't do this to me."
	"I'm afraid he is right," the Wolf replied, "The sales are legitimate 
and perfectly legal.  There are no laws stating that one can not own a 
'pet sister' as Lilieblume so cutely put it."
	"I am serious about this, Shaasta," Frelic said, his voice soft and 
solemn, "This is for the best.  This is the second time that you have 
been abducted and enslaved.  The first time, it took three years for me 
to find you.  This time did not take nearly so long.  However, the next 
time; and chances are great that there would indeed be a next time, you 
may not be so fortunate, and it could even end up costing you your life. 
  Plus, I know that you would have done the same for me had the 
situation been reversed, correct?"
	"Well," Shaasta thought for a moment, then smiled at the thought, "yes, 
now that you mention it, I would have done the same, and ended up with a 
pet brother."
	Frelic smiled and took his sister in his arms, "I will take good care 
of you, Shaasta," he vowed, "I swear that I will never allow you to be 
stolen away again."
	"Uhm, Master Frelic," Hansen said, tugging at the Elf's robes.
	"Yes, Hansen?" Frelic replied, releasing Shaasta from his embrace.  The 
Furling looked worried and nervous.
	"What about me?" he asked, "Am I to be released, or will you be keeping 
me as your pet as well?"
	Frelic laughed and patted the pouch that held the documents, "There is 
plenty of room at WraithHold for one more, silly.  Of course i am 
keeping you as one of my pets."
	Hansen sighed and smiled, "Oh thank-you very much, Master.  I was truly 
afraid that you would want to set me free."  He leaped up, draped his 
arms around his new master's neck, and nuzzled him cheek to cheek.
	Frelic placed his hands on his furry bottom to support him and gazed 
into his sparkling eyes, "You sure have changed since your last 
adventure," Frelic said, smiling warmly at his other new pet, and 
planting an affectionate kiss on his muzzle.  "I remember a time not too 
long ago when you would not have even considered allowing another guy to 
do that."
	Hansen shrugged and returned the smile, "Let's just say that I have 
gained considerable enlightenment from this adventure.  I am indeed a 
changed Squirrel now.  I'll tell you more about all of that later.  But 
it looks like Master Varo is waiting for us."
	Frelic set the Squirrel back down and turned to the Wolf, who was 
waiting patiently for them to finish.  He handed Frelic a pair of 
leather leashes, which the Elf attached to his pets' collars, then with 
Varo and Lilieblume leading the way, they disappeared through the door 
behind the counter, leading to the processing lab where they would truly 
finalize the purchase.


*** The End, but much more to come with these folks in the near future ***


-- Scarletdown
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