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I'm reposting this one more time.  I discovered a few typos that 
managed to slip by me last time.  Plus, I added a little more detail 
during the telepathic sending scene to show that the conversation 
takes place at the speed of thought.  Chapter 2 is still in progress, 
but is finally nearing completion at last.

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RedTails : Reckonings
The Paddled Princess
By
Scarletdown

Chapter I:	Street Sentence

	Powerful muscles rippling beneath soft black leather pants and 
matching sleeveless top, a Furling Tiger, born and bred to hunt, 
stalked with grim determination through the busy streets of Lovenmusk. 
  Warden Arlin paused as he neared the city's Techno-Leisure district 
and sniffed at the night air.  His orange and black striped tail 
twitched with annoyance, and a disdainful snarl crossed his feline 
muzzle as he took in the nearly overpowering mix of aromas that 
permeated this part of town; a mix of beers, ales, and hard liquors 
from seedy bars and raucous clubs; cheap foods from the many sleazy 
diners and little hole-in-the-wall vendors; and most importantly, the 
people.  The walks flanking the wide streets were an endlessly flowing 
river of flesh, fur, scales, and feathers.  Nearly every species 
imaginable on Lockke, and many from off-world, was represented here, 
and their scents mingled together as one.
	This part of town never slept.  Business of all types was conducted 
at all hours.  Street musicians and dancers performed for passersby, 
in hopes of receiving coins and scrip for their efforts.  Grey 
merchants peddled their wares, ranging from gaudy jewelry, to high 
tech gadgets of questionable origin, sensory chips, assorted chemical 
substances, and even other people; pleasure pets, trained, ready, and 
willing to satisfy any desire a well-paying master or mistress may 
have.  For those who did not care or were unable to afford the costs 
of actually owning a pet, but still wanted to satisfy primal urges; 
prostitutes, male and female of many diverse species were readily 
available for hire on the street corners and in high priced brothels. 
  Indeed, most anything one might desire could be found in this 
section of town.
	Arlin was not overly fond of this area.  However, his excellency, 
Regent Tormanin, allowed this place to operate freely, provided the 
shady activities were confined to this sector only and some semblance 
of order and safety for the citizens could be maintained.  Tormanin 
explained early on that the people needed a place where they could let 
their inner animal nature freely come forth without having to 
constantly look over their shoulders for the law coming down on their 
tails.  However, the people understood that there was also a rigidly 
defined boundary as to what was acceptable behavior here, and crossing 
that line would result in severe punishments, some of them instantaneous.

	As the Tiger neared the intersection that marked the boundary of the 
Techno-Leisure district, he was approached by a Furling Rabbit.  She 
had large, liquid blue eyes, and a thick mane of sunny blonde hair 
which dropped in wavy curls down to just below her shoulders.  Her fur 
was two toned; a golden brown, with a blue-white treasure trail that 
started at the lower half of her fluffy cheeks and muzzle; covered her 
neck, chest, and firm stomach, and continued down between her muscular 
thighs.  She was wearing nothing but a tiny black vinyl thong, a black 
half shirt that dropped to just below her breasts, thigh-length black 
fishnet tights, and black sandals with low heels.  She looked most 
tantalizing.  Her eyes were half closed and her ears seductively laid 
back as she put a gentle paw on Arlin's shoulder.
	Arlin cocked his head to one side and gave the Rabbit a look through 
squinted eyes, "Erm, may I help you, miss?" he politely asked.
	She giggled and shook her head, "Well, actually, her voice was soft 
and wispy, I was going to ask you the same thing.  Perhaps we can help 
each other?"  She ran her fingers along his jawline and under his 
chin, then did a half turn and gazed at him over her shoulder with a 
look that Arlin knew all too well.  She patted her wide, plush, gold 
and blue rump and twitched her tail invitingly.
	"My rates are most reasonable, and I'm willing to submit to nearly 
anything that you might wish to do with me, within reason of course."
	Arlin nodded thoughtfully and gave the girl a cool gaze that caused 
her to instantly realize that she had just made a major error here. 
He flashed her his i.d. and introduced himself, "Miss, you are 
attempting to sell your services to an officer of the Regency Court, 
and outside the boundaries of where prostitution and other grey 
activities are tolerated."  He gestured to the other side of the 
street.  "That is a class C offense, and I must now declare you under 
arrest.  Please present your identification."
	The Rabbit's expression promptly changed from one of sultry 
seductiveness to wide-eyed fear as she reached into her shoulder bag 
and extracted her i.d. card.  As she surrendered her card to Arlin, 
she made a feeble attempt to talk her way out of her predicament.
	"Please, sir, please.  I didn't know.  I'm new in town and was just 
hoping to earn a little extra spending money since me and my employer 
have had a streak of less than stellar contract jobs, and..."
	Arlin looked over her i.d. and shushed her with a touch of his finger 
on her muzzle, "Miss Karma, of Arborvale; co-decker aboard the 
Shadowglider Silver Banshee, registered to one Firefly Hollebrange of 
Arborvale," he took a gentle grip on her shoulder and guided her over 
to a bench beside a hover train stop.
	"We have regulations to uphold here that maintain a very fine balance 
between order and anarchy in this part of town," he explained.  "Grey 
activities are to be confined to the Techno-Leisure sector, which 
begins across the street there.  That helps to keep the peace for the 
rest of Lovenmusk, and we have zero tolerance for those carrying on 
such activities outside the prescribed boundaries."
	Karma again pleaded for lenience, "But Warden, Arlin, I truly did not 
know.  If you could just give me a warning, I'll hurry over to the 
other side of the street and never venture over here to conduct my 
business again.  I give you my solemn word.  Please?  I don't want to 
get locked up in the dungeons."

	The Tiger sniffed at the scent sample on the back of Karma's i.d., 
then gestured towards the long wooden seat, "Please face the bench and 
bend over, feet apart and paws on the back rest."  Karma obediently 
complied, knowing better than to disobey a Street Hunter.  She assumed 
a very tantalizing vulnerable position, with her back arched and her 
fluffy teardrop-shaped tail held straight up.  Arlin then knelt behind 
the frightened spread-eagle Bunny, pulled aside the narrow strip of 
vinyl holding her thong in place, pressed his muzzle between the soft 
mounds of her delicious-looking bottom, and took a deep whiff of her 
intoxicating scent.  Satisfied that everything on her i.d. was in 
order, he stood up again, and continued his explanation of how this 
town operated.
	"So then, Miss Karma," he began.  He placed a paw firmly on the 
middle of her back to keep her in place when she started to get up, 
"No, keep your position, girl.  Remember, you are still under arrest. 
  Now, as I said before, we have a zero tolerance policy for grey 
activities outside the prescribed boundaries, and you are guilty of 
violating that regulation."
	"But I didn't know," Karma repeated.
	Arlin gave her a firm smack on her upturned rump with his open paw, 
"Shush, please and listen.  We can not allow ignorance as an excuse to 
let violators get off free and clear.  If we started making 
exceptions, then others will start pushing beyond the limits we set 
here since they saw someone else go unpunished.  That would cause this 
fragile balance we painstakingly maintain to ultimately break down 
into chaos."
	Karma sighed and sniffled, "Then...then what's going to happen to me, 
Warden?" she asked, "Am I going to be locked away in the dungeons now?"
	"That is one possible outcome," he growled, "or you can accept a 
street sentence instead.  Look at me."  Karma turned her head and 
blinked nervously as Arlin removed a narrow rod from his belt and gave 
it a squeeze.  The rod extended into a full-length riding crop, which 
hummed softly with energy.
	The Rabbit swallowed hard and her tail dropped down over the crevasse 
of her ass like a protective flap, "A lightning crop?  So you are 
going to give me an electrified spanking?"
	Arlin nodded his head, his expression most serious and grave, "Yes, 
Karma of Arborvale.  Ten strokes at medium charge across your bottom 
is the standard street sentence for a class C offense like you are 
guilty of."
	The Rabbit gave a frightened whimper, her whole body trembling 
nervously, "That seems a little harsh for something so minor and 
harmless."
	"That's our law.  We don't fuck around, and the people who work and 
play in this part of town understand and accept this arrangement. 
However, you could decline the street sentence and choose to spend a 
night and a day in the Regency Court's dungeons.  But I would not 
recommend such a choice."
	"Why not?" Karma asked.
	"Because during your confinement," the Tiger explained, "you would 
still be subjected to physical punishments, most likely much less 
desirable than a mere spanking.  And additionally, you would also be 
assessed a rather heavy fine."
	"In other words, I can have it quick, humiliating, and painful; or 
drawn out, expensive, and even more painful."  Karma gave a resigned 
sigh, bowed her head, and raised her tail again, "And then Firefly 
would roast my ass some more afterwards for costing us so much scarce 
money.  Okay, fine.  Let's go with the quick and painful choice.  My 
ass is for your pleasure, Warden Arlin."
	The Tiger gave her a sympathetic smile and patted her trembling 
flank, "Indeed it is, Karma of Arborvale.  Indeed it is."  He rubbed 
the crop over her bottom.  The energy flowing through the rod caused a 
nervous shudder to course through the girl's body, and the fur on her 
rear to stand on end.  She inhaled deeply as Arlin swung the rod up 
high over her wide behind.  "Ten at medium charge," he repeated, then 
brought the rod down in a graceful arc towards its vulnerably exposed 
target.

	The riding crop connected dead center across Karma's butt, landing 
with a dull smack that was followed by the buzzing snap of electricity 
being transferred into the Rabbit's nether flesh.  The impact caused 
her to suddenly exhale, and the shock made her gasp, while her back 
arched and her legs spasmed helplessly.
	Arlin raised the crop again and gave a warning gaze to the crowd that 
was gathering to watch this Bunny whore get her beautiful bottom 
spanked.  The spectators backed off a few paces, and then the Tiger 
swung the crop down again.  This time, it struck only the left side of 
Karma's butt, with another buzz-snap as it again discharged its 
electrical payload into her wide, plush rear.  Karma's haunches flexed 
delightfully, and she gave a soft whimper, blinking back tears that 
threatened to dampen her cheek fluff as the Warden's crop did its job 
on her bottom.  This was followed immediately by a matching blow on 
the right side of her ass.
	The fourth stroke of the crop, like the first, struck dead center 
across her rump, inflicting its punishment equally on both cheeks, and 
harder than the first two.  The Rabbit yelped loudly as the electric 
fire burned through her ass.  Her paws took a tighter grip on the back 
of the bench, and the insides of her long ears began to warm up with 
embarrassment.  She smelled the distinctive scent of arousal coming 
from the curious bystanders who had gathered to watch her get her butt 
spanked.  And despite the intense punishment, Karma herself felt a 
touch of moistness forming under her thong and between her thighs. 
She yelped again as the riding crop struck, this time along the lower 
curve of her bottom.
	Five down, five to go.  She sighed and closed her eyes tight, 
gritting her teeth against the unfathomable pain coursing through her 
south end as the Tiger relentlessly carried out his task, maintaining 
a smooth and steady beat, each electrified swat as hard and biting as 
its predecessor.  After what seemed like an eternity in which not a 
single square inch of her bottom escaped the kiss of the electric 
riding crop, the tenth and final stroke impacted across the center of 
the trembling Bunny's sorely abused butt, much harder than the 
previous nine.  A final burst of electricity shot through her rear, 
and then it was over.  Her street sentence had been carried out in 
full, and as she held her position, awaiting the Tiger's instructions, 
she vowed to herself to never do anything stupid enough to suffer this 
painful and humiliating punishment ever again.

	Arlin gave the handle of his riding crop a gentle squeeze, and it 
retracted into itself like a stiff cock going back into its sheath. 
He put the crop back on his belt, and gave Karma a gentle pat on her 
burning rump, "You can get up now, miss.  Justice has been served."
	Still sobbing softly as the intense stinging in her backside lingered 
on, Karma stood upright and gingerly rubbed her sore bottom.  While 
Arlin made a few more notes in his datapad, she couldn't help but 
blush as she noticed the prominent bulge in his tight leather pants. 
She couldn't really blame him for getting aroused, considering the 
nature of the punishment he had just administered on her furry butt, 
but it was still rather humiliating knowing that he had enjoyed 
carrying out his task, and that the bystanders, judging from the 
expressions on their faces and muzzles, thoroughly enjoyed the little 
street show at her expense.  The Tiger finished his incident report 
and handed Karma's i.d. card back to her.  She stashed it in her pack, 
then accepted Arlin's proffered arm, and he escorted her across the 
busy street.
	"I do hope you learned a valuable lesson tonight about our laws and 
customs, Miss Karma," Arlin said, as they walked together, arm in arm.
	Karma nodded and sniffled, "Indeed I did, Warden.  I will be much 
more careful of where I operate here in Lovenmusk from now on.  And I 
will be sure to download the city ordinances to ensure that I don't 
fuck up like this again."
	"That is a wise idea, m'lady.  You definitely do not want to cross 
odds with the Street Hunters again.  Because a second offense would 
result in twenty strokes, plus a series of rectal shocks, light 
setting but still quite painful.  And a third incident would land you 
in the dungeons for three days."
	The Rabbit shuddered and protectively placed a paw over her butt as 
she thought about how such a punishment would feel, "Oh, trust me. 
There will never be a second offense from me, Warden."
	They reached the other side of the street, and Arlin released his 
gentle grip on Karma's arm.  "Well, here we are, miss.  Now you are 
free to sell your tail all night."
	She nodded and smiled at the big Tiger, "And my offer still stands, 
Warden.  I'm sure that after spanking me in front of all those people 
back there, you could use some relief..."
	"Perhaps later," Arlin cut her off, "I am on the hunt tonight, and 
really must get back to my mission."
	Karma pouted, then gave him a tender kiss on the cheek, "Well, I'll 
be out late anyway.  So you should be able to find me if you change 
your mind.  Good hunting to you tonight, Warden Arlin."
	"And good hunting to you too," Karma, Arlin replied, "May you return 
to your lodgings with a buttload of coin and cash."  He started to 
turn away and head up the street, then turned around and gave the 
Rabbit a curious gaze.  "Oh, Karma?  I have just one other question 
for you."
	"Fire away, Warden," she said.
	"Your info shows that you are a decker on a Shadowglider," Arlin 
stated, "However, your info also shows that you have no neural socket, 
which is a critical trait for a decker.  Does this by chance mean that..."
	Karma giggled and blushed, her ears flattening down against her back 
as she interrupted his questioning, "Yes, Warden.  It's true.  I have 
no neural interface socket.  That is something I never had a desire to 
get installed, too intrusive for my tastes.  Instead, as you have 
guessed, I use one of those new ventral interfaces."
	This time, it was Arlin's turn to blush, "Er...well...isn't that just 
as intrusive?"
	She shrugged and smiled, "Yeah sure.  It might be.  But it is 
intrusive in ways that I don't mind."
	The Tiger nodded understanding, "I see.  Well anyway, again, good 
evening and good hunting."  He turned around again and padded down the 
busy sidewalk, his thoughts still filled with the images of the 
Bunny's plush bottom upthrust for all to see as it received the full 
measure of the street sentence.  Depending on how his hunt tonight 
went, he decided that he may very well seek out Karma later and 
purchase her services for an hour or two.

	This part of town was even busier than normal tonight, Arlin mused as 
he waded through the crowd.  He paused occasionally to take a peek 
inside various night clubs and bars, then continued on his way when he 
did not detect the scents of his quarry.  As he made his way deeper 
into the heart of the Techno-Leisure sector, angry curses were heard 
coming from up the street.  The source of the disturbance came into 
view in short order.  A sleek, four-passenger road speeder raced past 
him, its hoverlifts keeping it knee-high off the ground as its driver, 
an Ornith Crow, expertly maneuvered the car through the heavy, 
slow-moving  traffic.  Close behind the fleeing speeder, a Street 
Hunters cruiser matched it move for move.  The cruiser sported the 
markings of the Regency Court, and Arlin recognized the pretty Furling 
Otter lass at its controls.
	Denali was one of the newest recruits in Arlin's department, and the 
girl was already proving to be one of the hottest Street Hunters in 
Regent Tormanin's service.  She was naturally skilled with the 
controls of her street cruiser, not even needing a neural interface or 
any other biohardware to enhance her abilities.  She also bore an 
investigative instinct that put many of the veteran Hunters to shame. 
  But as is common with most young, raw recruits, Denali's innate 
talents and enthusiasm for her work were tempered by brash 
impulsiveness and the recklessness of youth.
	The cruiser swerved to the left, narrowly avoiding a head-on 
collision with a public transport hover train.  Denali ended up over 
correcting by just a small margin, resulting in her clipping a street 
lamp with the rear end of her cruiser, and also taking out a parked 
powerbike as well; leaving its pissed off owner, a Furling Ferret, 
swearing like a Goblin and shaking her little fist in its wake. 
Fortunately, the Otter's recklessness could and would be corralled and 
reigned in over time, with frequent disciplinary sessions.  In fact, 
Arlin determined that first thing in the morning, Denali would have 
one of those sessions over the Tiger's knee, and she would experience 
the first of what would probably be many meetings between her pretty 
bottom and his paddle.  This was one of the fringe benefits of the 
Court Warden's job, and it was no secret that the Tiger absolutely 
loved this delightful duty which he unfailingly and vigorously carried 
out with great enthusiasm on the bottoms of his subordinates.  He 
allowed himself a brief smile as he thought about tomorrow's 
proceedings, then turned his attention to the latest police business 
at paw.

	Arlin padded over to the Ferret girl as she mournfully looked over 
the wreckage of her bike, and presented his identification, "Pardon 
me, miss," he began, his voice low and calm, "Warden Arlin, Regency 
Court at your service.  On behalf of our Security Forces, I wish to 
express my sincere regrets over your most unfortunate mishap and..."
	"Regrets?" the enraged Ferret chittered at him.  Her sable fur 
bristled as she gave the Tiger a chilling glare that could make any of 
the Infernal Realms freeze over, "Unfortunate mishap?  My sweet musky 
ass!  I'll tell you where you can stick your regrets and condolences, 
law boy..."
	"Please please," Arlin interrupted, unshaken by this girl's 
understandable rantings, "try to calm down for a moment or two.  I am 
here to help you."
	"Calm down?" she huffed and looked up at the gathering crowd of 
curious bystanders, "Calm down he says!  Why the fuckity
	"My bike gets totaled by one of your hotshot Street Hunters, and all 
you can offer is regrets?  Well fuck that!  Your regrets can't replace 
my ride or protect me from the roasting my daddy's gonna give my butt 
when he finds out about this.  He paid an assload of goldcreds to buy 
this bike for me, and now look at it.  It's fucked beyond repair!" 
She circled around the bike, surveying the damage once more before 
continuing her rant.
	"How the fuck am I going to get around this city now, or get home 
next week?  Sprite Lake is a fuckuva long way from here y'know, and 
not easy to get to by land unless you have a good powerbike that can 
handle the wild mountain terrain, which I had up until your high and 
mighty Street Hunter came along.  I mean, fuck in a fountain!  What 
the fuck is it with you people?  It's like you think that you rule the 
streets instead of your precious Regent!  I swear, you Court Security 
guys are a bigger menace than the gangs that skulk about Lovenmusk." 
She huffed indignantly and resumed her icy stare.  Arlin took 
advantage of the moment of tense silence and cleared his throat.
	"M'lady," he began, "rest assured that I am indeed here to aid you. 
My department will assume full responsibility for the damages and any 
associated personal inconveniences that this incident may cause."

	The Ferret began to calm down and her expression softened.  Warden 
Arlin had learned long ago how to effectively work sub vocal 
subliminal tones into his speech, which could soothe even the most 
irate or strung out citizens.  This situation control technique had 
served him so well over the years, that he could barely remember the 
last time he had been forced to resort to any of the harsher and more 
primitive methods such as:  pulse nets, Skunk Mist, stun wands, or 
tranq darts.
	Arlin gently placed a massive paw on the girl's shoulder and crouched 
so that he was face to face with her.  He detected a faint scent of 
mild arousal, which caused the insides of his ears to heat up.  It 
wasn't coming from the Ferret, however, but from several passersby who 
slowed down behind him to check out his muscular, leather-clad thighs 
and rump.  After they had moved on, the Tiger looked the Ferret over 
and gave her a warm smile that calmed her even further.  For all her 
feistiness, this girl was a cute one, no doubt about that.
	Typical of her species, she stood at most, all of four feet high, 
barefoot on shapely digitigrade legs which made her look as if she was 
in a perpetual crouch.  She was covered from head to toe by a plush 
pelt of sable-colored fur, with darker fur along her forearms, the 
undersides of her cheeks, and around her eyes like a Raccoon's mask. 
A silky mane of dark red hair, streaked with green highlights that 
matched her eyes, framed her face and dropped in a thick, single braid 
to the middle of her back.  Her small, lithe body was clad in a shiny, 
light blue, sleeveless minidress made of a very flimsy material that 
molded itself to her feminine curves.  It showcased quite well the 
swell of her small, but more than adequate breasts, and was low cut to 
display a generous amount of fur-covered cleavage.  A narrow belt of 
dark blue leather cinched the dress around the Ferret's waist, causing 
it to properly skirt out over her hips.  In addition to being low cut 
on top.  The girl's outfit also had a hemline that displayed plenty of 
thigh.  And in fact, it just barely provided a minimal amount of up 
front modesty.  But as Arlin had discreetly observed while she was 
mourning the loss of her ride, it was short enough in the rear to show 
off the lower curves of her cute, furry, pantyless bottom.

	"Now, m'lady," he began again, "I am here to help you.  You do want 
my help.  Am I correct?"
	The girl sighed, and nodded her head.
	The Tiger smiled, "Good, but for me to be able to help you, you have 
to help me.  And to help me, I need for you to remain calm and quiet, 
and to do as I say.  Understand?"
	She nodded again, "You have my full attention, Warden.  What'cha want 
me to do?"
	Arlin held out one paw to her, and with his other paw, removed the 
datapad that was clipped to his belt, "First, I need to see your 
identification."
	She reached into a pocket in her dress, pulled out her i.d., and 
surrendered it to Arlin.  He looked it over, comparing her face to the 
small portrait in the upper right corner beside her name, then 
inserted the card into the reader slot on his datapad.
	"You are Miss Kata Narisk, only daughter of Narisk Koriev of Sprite 
Lake, I presume?"
	"I am Kata Narisk, yes," she confirmed.
	"And it says here that you are a student at Pixieglenn Academy," he 
continued.
	"Aye, that I am.  I'm in my second year at Pixieglenn, studying 
arcane healing."
	"Ah, so you are aspiring to become an acolyte.  That is certainly an 
unusual vocation on our world nowadays, and not an easy path to 
follow," Arlin advised her, "Why not psionic healing?  Your records 
show that you have the aptitude for it, an exceptionally high aptitude 
in fact, judging by your psi test scores."
	Kata shrugged, "What can I say?  I've always had a fascination with 
the old ways, with all those elaborate acolytical rituals and spells."
	Arlin nodded his head and suppressed a knowing smile as the faint 
scent of arousal betrayed one of the true reasons for her arcane 
ambitions, "Ah yes, the siren call of good old-fashioned fuck magick." 
  He checked the registration on the bike and noted that it was tagged 
only a mere three days ago in her father's name.
	The scent of the Ferret's embarrassment filled the Tiger's big black 
nose, and he failed to suppress a smile as she indignantly corrected 
him, "It's called boink magick, and it just so happens to be the most 
effective means of generating the intense mystical energies needed for 
our spells and rituals."
	"Boink magick, fuck magick, whatever," Arlin chuckled and then 
sniffed at the scent sample on Kata's identification card, "I do know 
enough about you mystic types to know that there is more than just sex 
involved.  I do hope that you are prepared mentally, physically, and 
emotionally to engage in other disciplines equally as important to 
your path as fuck...er...boink magick."
	He thought for a moment to recall some of the bits of lore he had 
learned back in his post-primary general education years, "I hope you 
are prepared to subject yourself to disciplines such as submission, 
pain, hunger, solitude...Erm, Kata, what are you doing?"

	The insides of the Tiger's ears showed a soft reddening beneath the 
thin white fur, and a telltale bulge was forming in the front of his 
tight leathers as he looked up from his datapad.  The sight before him 
threw the Warden completely off his guard.  While he had been busy 
tapping notes into his datapad, the Ferret had positioned herself over 
the seat of her bike.  Her legs were spread and one paw was holding 
her narrow, furry tail up to give everyone around a full, unobstructed 
view of both the tight, slightly moist slit beneath the thin down of 
her mound, and the even tighter opening of her aft passage.
	Arlin chuckled and gave Kata a friendly pat on the rump, "Well, I see 
you have already mastered the afore-mentioned submission discipline. 
And although you are doing a most admirable job of tempting me, it 
pains me to remind you and myself that I am on duty right now, and do 
not have time to help you practice your fuck...er...boink magick."
	The Ferret sighed and gave him an exasperated look over her shoulder, 
"Don't you need to match my scent with the sample on my card?" she 
asked, "I mean, isn't this how you Street Hunters normally do it?"
	"Not always, m'lady," Arlin laughed.  He reflexively gave Kata's 
cute, upturned bottom a firm slap, "We typically reserve that 
particular technique for particular types of suspects, when a touch of 
humiliation is in order.  And you are not a suspect in any type of crime."
	"So you'll put your nose up some street whore's ass," Kata retorted 
and huffed indignantly, "but mine isn't good enough for you?"
	"That is not it at all!" the Tiger defensively replied, "As I was 
trying to explain, the undertail technique is used for its humiliation 
aspect, keeping the suspect in a submissive state, which is critical 
if the arresting officer wishes to maintain control."
	"It's alright, Warden," she persisted.  She arched her back to thrust 
her butt up higher, "I really don't mind.  And anyway, the perfumes in 
my fur might improperly mask my true scent.  So go ahead and humiliate 
me.  That is the only way to get a proper reading, don'cha know?"  She 
gave him an embarrassed smile and coyly fluttered her eyelashes.
	Arlin sighed and knelt behind the brazen girl, "Very well, if you 
insist, m'lady.  We are here to serve the needs of our citizens."  He 
took a firm grip on Kata's rump and buried his wide, feline muzzle 
between her plush aft cheeks.

	The Ferret's scent was sweet ambrosia to the Tiger.  Her aft end bore 
a gentle, feminine muskiness that hinted at arousal and excitement as 
she anticipated her upcoming nighttime activities.  Arlin could not 
help but purr as he took in Kata's sweetness.  The stiffness between 
his legs pressed harder against his tight leathers.  All around him, 
onlookers cheered him on, some with drunken taunts, others with 
genuinely earnest and enthusiastic encouragement.

	"You go, lawman!"
	"Give her a tongue lashing!"
	"Yeah, you know she wants it!"
	"You know what to do!  Just like you'd do your sister!"
	"Just like I do your sister!"
	"Step aside and let a pro show you how to do her right!"
	"Tail dive!  Tail dive!"

	The Tiger's ears flattened outward in embarrassment as the rowdy 
crowd coaxed and coached him onward.  He really was tempted to taste a 
sample of Kata's flavor, but professional courtesy stayed his tongue.
	*** YOU CAN IF YOU WISH, WARDEN, *** Kata assured him.  She was now 
talking to him via the psionic technique known as sending.  Time 
seemed to dramatically slow down around them as her thoughts flowed 
directly into his mind.  *** DON'T WORRY, I HAD A DEEP CLEANSING AT 
ALIEN'S PROBE JUST A FEW MINUTES BEFORE YOU ARRIVED HERE, *** she 
gestured with her muzzle towards the storefront right in front of 
them.  A sign above the door read Alien's Probe Full Body Salon, and 
had a rather rude animated holographic image of a Furling Skunkette 
down on all fours, being attended to at both ends by a pair of 
lizardlike creatures.  One was working her hair, and the other was 
gleefully ramming an ultrasonic cleansing probe up her ass.

	*** MISS KATA, I WILL ADMIT THAT I AM TRULY TEMPTED BY YOUR 
GENEROSITY *** Arlin telepathically replied, *** BUT I FEEL THAT IT 
WOULD BE MOST INAPPROPRIATE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR... ***

	*** OH, COOL IT WITH THE CHIVALRY ACT, WARDEN.  WHY THE FUCK YOU 
MAINTAIN THIS DOUBLE STANDARD IS BEYOND ME, *** Kata chided him.

	*** AND WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT MY STANDARDS, MISS KATA?  DO YOU 
HAVE SOME SPECIAL PSYCHIC ABILITY TO KNOW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW ABOUT 
ONE'S PERSONALITY AND CONVICTIONS WITHIN MINUTES AFTER MEETING HIM? ***

	*** NO NEED FOR ANY SPECIAL POWERS WHEN THE STREET CAMERAS SEE AND 
TELL ALL.  YOUR LITTLE SCENE WITH THAT BUNNY WHORE PROVIDED PLENTY OF 
ENTERTAINMENT IN THERE.  WE ALL COULD TELL THAT YOU TOTALLY ENJOYED 
SPANKING HER BUTT AND CHECKING HER SCENT.  AND HAD YOU NOT BEEN 
OUTSIDE THE PLAYGROUNDS, YOU WOULD HAVE TAILDIVED HER RIGHT THEN AND 
THERE.  YET HERE I AM, BENT OVER THE SEAT OF MY BIKE, WITH YOUR MUZZLE 
BURIED UNDER MY TAIL, FREELY OFFERING MY ASSETS FOR A QUICK SAMPLING, 
AND YOU SUDDENLY PULL THIS HIGH AND MIGHTY CHIVALRY NONSENSE ON ME? 
YEAH RIGHT, GIVE ME A FUCKIN' BREAK, WARDEN.  I CAN SENSE THAT YOU 
WANT THIS AS MUCH AS I DO. ***  She paused briefly in her telepathic 
rant, which gave Arlin the moment he needed to finally get a thought 
in edgewise.

	*** YOU ARE QUITE PERCEPTIVE, YOUNG LADY, *** he complimented her, 
*** I CAN SEE THAT IT IS DIFFICULT TO KEEP ANY SECRETS FROM ONE OF 
YOUR TALENTS.  SO THEN, IF YOU REALLY DO WANT THIS, I WILL OBLIGE. 
AFTER ALL, AS I SAID EARLIER, I AM HERE TO SERVE. ***

	*** AS AM I, *** Kata replied, *** YOU ARE HELPING ME AFTER MY 
UNFORTUNATE MISHAP, AS YOU SO BLANDLY PUT IT.  THEREFORE, I FEEL IT IS 
ONLY PROPER THAT I DO SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU IN RETURN.  AND THIS 
LITTLE GIFT IS THE LEAST THAT I CAN DO TO REPAY YOUR KINDNESS... ***

	The Ferret's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the Tiger's moist, 
rough tongue pressed itself effortlessly deep up inside her tight, 
warm tailhole.  She gasped softly, then gave a sultry moan which 
betrayed the Tiger's actions beneath her tail to the surrounding 
crowd.  The small gathering of curious onlookers responded with the 
expected cat calls and wolf whistles as Arlin expertly probed Kata's 
sweet depths with his tongue.  But at this moment, the Warden did not 
care, and would not have cared even if his own mother had been present 
among the spectators.  From the instant the Tiger's tongue entered the 
Ferret's butt, his mind entered into an altered state of awareness 
filled with animalistic desire and magickal passion unlike any he had 
ever known before.  The shear heat of unbridled lust even surpassed 
that he experienced when taildiving hot Furlings such as Allisson or 
even dear sweet Amanda.  He wanted nothing more at this instant than 
for this brief moment in time to never end, to remain in this position 
until the end of the universe, his tongue buried deep up inside the 
rear passage of this delightful young Ferret lass, taking in her sweet 
scent and even sweeter flavor, both of them oblivious to the rest of 
the world around them.
	But alas, he knew that he could not neglect his responsibilities like 
a strung out sensory-chip addict who had lost all contact with the 
real world.  His rough tongue slid firmly and slowly along Kata's 
rectal wall, and then Arlin reluctantly extracted his muzzle from her 
plush bottom.  He gave her rump a friendly squeeze and then arose to 
his feet, adjusting his leathers so that his still hardened cock lay 
as comfortably as he could make it inside its bonds.  He gave the 
amused crowd a warning gaze, and one by one they dispersed to resume 
whatever activities they had planned for the night.  When he and Kata 
were more or less alone, he assisted her to her feet and gave her an 
embarrassed smile.
	"Thank-you, m'lady," he said, ever the gentlefur, "Thank-you most 
sincerely for such an unexpected and unorthodox gift.  This moment, as 
well as your sweet scent and most delightful taste will be forever 
seared into my memories."
	Kata smiled and blushed, a light crimson glow visible beneath the 
thin white fur on the insides of her ears.  "The pleasure was as much 
mine as it was yours, Warden.  Just as your Street Hunters are sworn 
to serve the people in your own way, we of the Order of the Mink are 
sworn to serve in our own way.  And if you are not otherwise occupied 
later tonight after you are off duty, I would be happy to show you 
more of our ways."
	"I would be honored, Miss Narisk," Arlin replied, "However, I do have 
a previous engagement.  And I know not how long that will take."
	"Oh.  Would it by chance be with that Bunny whore you spanked earlier?"
	Now it was Arlin's turn to blush again, "Well, yes.  I was indeed 
planning on buying her services tonight after my mission is completed."
	"So then, you will most likely be occupied with her all night long," 
Kata concluded, "I know how those Rabbits are.  We have several of 
them in my class, and whenever it is time to pair up for boink magick 
sessions, other students are always falling all over each other to get 
one of them for a partner.  Good choice, Warden."
	"You're welcome to join us if you like," the Tiger offered, "I'll 
even pay your way.  That is, if you don't mind a threesome."
	Kata smiled, "Oh thank you so much.  I think I would like that a lot 
more than you realize."
	"It's a date then," Arlin agreed, "Now, back to business."  He tapped 
a few more bits of information into his datapad, then removed Kata's 
identification card from the reader slot and handed it back to her. 
"I have encoded a pass for free use of Lovenmusk's public transit 
system, which is valid until such time as your bike has been replaced, 
and is good for anywhere within the Regency," he explained.
	"Thank-you, Warden," Kata replied.  She put the card back into her 
hip pouch, then motioned for Arlin to lean down close so they were 
face to face, after which, she placed her arms around his neck and 
planted a firm, grateful kiss on his mouth.
	When their muzzles finally parted, the Tiger added, "Also, you will 
find encoded on your card an invitation to breakfast tomorrow morning 
at first light at the Regency Court, after which, you will personally 
get to witness Street Hunter Denali, that's the Otter girl who totaled 
your bike, receive her much deserved disciplinary action for tonight's 
unfortunate mishap.  I think you will enjoy the proceedings."
	"You mean you are going to give her a spanking, I presume?" Kata guessed.
	"But of course.  How did you know?"
	She shrugged cutely, "Ah, it wasn't too hard to figure out, Warden. 
I can tell that you like spanking cute tender bottoms, judging by the 
way you dealt with that Bunny.  Can't say as I blame you though. 
After all, that particular pastime does seem to be a highly revered 
and deeply ingrained aspect of Lockkian culture."
	Arlin nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, it is indeed.  I never really 
thought about that before.  But now that you mention it, people the 
world over do seem to have a primal interest in paddle-warmed bottoms. 
  I may have to look deeper into this phenomenon some day."
	"When you do," the Ferret advised him, "be sure to look me up. 
Spanking is an important aspect of the Order of the Mink.  In fact, 
legend says that our founder and her brother, who founded the Order of 
the Falcon, were the ones who first invented spanking as well as other 
physical, bottom-oriented punishments and pleasures many millenia ago."
	"We can discuss this later," Arlin said, "For now though, I must get 
back to my hunt.  This really is an urgent matter to which I must 
attend.  A towing droid will be along shortly to haul the remains of 
your bike back to our headquarters.  And remember, be at the Regency 
Court at first light tomorrow."
	"Good luck then, Warden," Kata said, "And thank-you again for aiding 
me.  When you are ready for me later tonight, you should be able to 
find me at the Crimson Duck."
	"I'll find you, Miss Narisk.  Now, good evening."

	This time, the Tiger managed to cover another full block and a half 
before he was interrupted yet again by another Furling lass, one with 
whom he was quite intimately familiar.  This one was a Raccoon, 
provocatively clad in a suede micro mini skirt and matching lace-up 
bustier, both of which accented her modest figure in immodest ways.
	"Hiyas, Arlin," she chirred, placing a paw gently on his arm and 
gazing seductively at him through half-closed eyes.  She smiled 
knowingly as she lowered her gaze down to the Tiger's crotch, which 
still sported a distinctive bulge through the tight leathers, "I see 
that you are ready to have a naughty night, eh what?"
	The Ringtail's other paw teasingly caressed the stiffness between 
Arlin's thighs, causing him to huff out a frustrated sigh.  At the 
rate his mission was proceeding, he was going to have to put in a 
double shift tonight if he wanted to track down his prey.


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