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                         RedTails : Reckonings

                          The Paddled Princess

                                   By

                              Scarletdown


Chapter II: Party Crasher


"Good evening to you too, Allisson," Arlin growled. His body shuddered,
and his aching, still maleness flexed at the Raccoon's touch. "I trust
that you and Amanda are having a profitable night?"

She nodded and flashed him a coy smile, "Yep-yep, our tails have been
remarkably busy. And we have only been working for not even two hours so
far tonight." She snuggled up against the Tiger, sighed, and rested her
head on his muscular chest.

Arlin smiled down at the Raccoon, affectionately ran his fingers through
her her shoulder-length mane of black curly hair, and purred softly as
he looked her over. Typical of her species, Allisson could best be
described as compact and stocky; not truly fat by any means, but
certainly not the type that one would expect to encounter whoring among
the more curvaceous Vixens, slinky Felines, and sexually hyperactive
Rabbits for example. No, she was that girl next door, with whom you grew
up but never noticed back in the day, because you were too busy chasing
after those aforementioned Vixens, Felines, and Rabbits. But what she
lacked in physical assets, she more than made up for with her sweet
temperament and endearing schoolgirl charm.

She gazed up at Arlin with genuine wide-eyed adoration, a look that she
had perfected over the years, and one which never failed to generate a
stir deep within the Tiger like no other girl could ever cause, save for
one.


"You haven't answered my question, Arlee," she chirred, using the nick
she called him back when they were both tendertails, "You seem rather
tense and stiff tonight. You know good and well that I can help you
relax and unwind. And since we have known each other for like ever, I
can even give you a deep discount."

Arlin chuckled and scritched the exposed fur on Allisson's back between
her bustier and skirt, causing her to squirm playfully. "You are quite
the seductress, Allee," he accused her, "but as tempted as I always am
by your charms, I am afraid that I can't come over and play tonight." He
gave her a pat on the rump, touched his mouth to hers with a tender
kiss, then froze and tensed up for a brief moment.

A paw lightly touched the Tiger's shoulder, then slid teasingly down his
back and squeezed his rear. A sultry voice purred soothingly in his ear,
"If you aren't in the mood to ream the Ringtail, then how about some
sibling revelry instead?"

The Warden slowly turned around and found himself face to face with the
most enchanting Furling Tigress he had ever known. She stood nearly as
tall as Arlin. Her black and orange striped face was framed by a thick
mop of honey gold hair, which flowed in gentle silky curls down to her
waist. And her large feline eyes were like golden pools, which sparkled
mischievously in the moonlight. Her physique, though nowhere near as
hard and muscular as Arlin's, left no doubt to even a casual observer
that this girl could hold her own against most any adversary, or against
any potential lover. Her plush feminine curves belied the powerful
muscles beneath the smooth silky striped fur. This girl, a mighty
huntress in her own right was built equally for endurance and comfort.
And she was on the hunt tonight, just like Arlin, but with a much
different prey in mind.


The Tigress was dressed in naught but a plain, belt-cinched, grass-green
tunic, the back of which draped over the base of her long, slinky tail,
leaving her wide, pillow-soft bottom fully exposed; bare save for her
covering of short, sleek fur.

"Amanda!" Arlin gave the girl a big toothy smile, then put his massive
arms around her and pressed his mouth to hers. He took a firm, two-pawed
grip on her butt, his fingers probing into the warm crevasse between her
plush nether hills and teasing around the rim of her southern star.

"You're looking hot tonight, lil' sis," Arlin said. He took a half step
back, still maintaining his grip on Amanda's rump, and looked her over
from head to toe. "Allisson says that you've been having a remarkably
profitable night."

Amanda wiggled her butt and Arlin heard the faint, muffled jingle of
what sounded like a rather impressive amount of coins nested deep under
her tail, "Yeah, we've been doing okay," she replied, "Gonna hafta take
a short break soon to stash our earnings, since I'm already nearly full
down there."

"Amanda is an amazing girl, as I'm sure you already know," Allisson
interjected, "Personally, I have had a number of occasions to be shocked
and in awe at the sheer range of your little sister's talents since I
first began training her. I mean, it's only been barely more than a week
since she started, and she is already performing as if she had been
doing this since her awakening." She gave the Tigress an approving pat
on the rump, "Sometimes, I feel as if our positions are reversed, and
that I should be the apprentice whore, learning from her."

Amanda smiled sheepishly at Allisson. The insides of her ears betrayed a
soft reddening between the thin, white fur, "Well, I do have the finest
teacher a neophyte street tail could ever hope for." Her gaze returned
to Arlin, and her expression regained its sparkle of mischief, "Plus, I
have had the finest and most perversely skilled practice subject at my
beck and call to help me with my homework, even for years before I
started this apprenticeship, in fact."

Now it was the Warden's turn to blush as his little sister spoke openly
and candidly about their intimate explorations of each other's assets
and kinks, loud enough for any passersby to overhear.


"Amanda," he warned, his voice a low growl as he slipped a paw into one
of the thigh pockets of his leather pants, "not so loud, little sister,
not out here in public."

The Tigress giggled and planted a pair of quick, playful kisses on her
brother's mouth, "Oh, don't be such a coward, Arlee," she chided him,
"What is my big bad kitty afraid of?"

Arlin tightened his grip on his sister's butt with his other paw,
"Amanda, I'm warning you..."

"Oh, I'm so scared," she taunted, "What's my big, powerful brother going
to do, paddle my bottom as if I was still a tendertail schoolgirl?" She
gave her wide rump a few firm, playful swats.

"I just might," Arlin growled, "Remember, although you may be a big girl
now, you are still my little sister. And as such, I can put you over my
lap and warm your sweet bottom as I see fit."

"She would have to charge you for the service, Arlin," Allisson
interjected, "After all, Amanda may be your sister, but she is also my
apprentice. Our craft focuses heavily on our tails; we are in the TL
Sector; we are at work now, and spanking is one of the services we
sell."

"Yeah," Amanda added, sticking her tongue out at her brother, "If you
want to spank me, or even be spanked by me or Mistress for that matter,
our rates are one copper bit per swat, or twelve swats for one silver
laurel. But anyway, I don't understand why you are getting so worked up.
It's not like our past is any big secret. I mean, what with our psi
talents, y'know. Why do you think daddy paddled us after our first
boinking that you gave me as my ninth birthday present?"

She rubbed her bottom as she fondly remembered that magical afternoon,
her awakening, and continued her defense, "And not only that first time
either. If you remember, for that first year, we always unfailingly
found ourselves bent over Daddy's or Mother's lap within minuted after
we finished fucking. It wasn't until I figured out how to put up a
Psilence Wall that we were finally able to avoid..."

While Amanda was candidly engaged in her recap of her and her brother's
early tendertail adventures with each other, Arlin discreetly extracted
his paw from his pocket, slipped his fingers under his sister's tail,
and expertly inserted three slightly chilled coins up her butt, where
they joined the countless others she had already earned tonight.

"Three silver laurels," was all that he said as he pulled his fingers
out of Amanda's aft passage, bent her over his arm, and planted twelve
hard swats with his large, open paw on her plush bottom.


Amanda was too stunned to protest or put up any sort of struggle. And
with the tight grip of Arlin's arm around her waist, pinning her in
place, there was no way she could struggle and squirm out of her
submissive, vulnerable position anyway. There was nothing the hapless
Tigress whore could do except whimper and moan while her brother's
massive paw made her lovely bare butt quite warm, and extremely sore.
And to make matters worse, her ears and cheeks were developing a warmth
that nearly matched the heat in her bottom, thanks to the small crowd
that had naturally gathered to watch the mighty Tigress get spanked on
the bare right out here on the busy walk. She knew it was inevitable
that within hours her backside would be posted all over the global comm
grid, and all over the interstellar grid within less than a day.

"Twelve for a laurel," Arlin confirmed, releasing Amanda from his grip,
allowing her to stand upright so that he could talk to her face instead
of to her ass. He paused to shoo away the last few lingering onlookers.
When they were gone, he looked around hard in all directions, seemingly
glaring at nothing, then returned his attention to his sister, "I will
give your butt the other twenty four you owe me tomorrow morning, over
my lap with a hard wood paddle of my choosing."

Allisson cringed and gave Amanda a sympathetic squeeze on her rump, "Oh,
that's rough, 'Manda. I mean, spankings from your brother without the
use of any toys already border on the cusp between pleasure and
punishment. But a twenty four swat paddling from him? All I can say is
ouch, very ouch. And believe me, young lady, my bottom is intimately
familiar with the fiery kiss of Arlin's collection of paddles, crops,
switches, straps, and whips." The Raccoon hiked up the back of her skirt
and gingerly rubbed her furry butt in fond recollection.

Amanda defiantly crossed her arms over her chest and pouted cutely. It
was an expression that never failed to generate a stir deep within
Arlin's being. And had the Warden not possessed such remarkable self
discipline from years of working the streets as a cop, he could very
easily have succumbed to his sister's charms, haul her off into a nearby
alley, bend her over a stack of crates, and fuck her silly all night
long.

"Believe me," Mistress Allisson, Amanda replied, "I know all too well
what is in store for my ass, should I allow Arlin to have his way. My
brother seems to have quite a highly refined talent, and even an
obsession for that matter, for rendering pretty bottoms hot and sore,
especially my pretty bottom."

A devilish toothy smile crossed Arlin's muzzle, "And you are just now
figuring that out after all these years, sweet tail?" He chuckled and
put his arm around Amanda's waist, his paw resting on her flank.

"Your pretty bottom, as you so modestly describe it, sweet sister, was
made for paddling and other painful pleasures. Isn't that right,
Allisson?"

The Raccoon smiled, nodded her head, giggled, and patted the small round
paddle that hung at her right hip, "You know good and well that your
brother is right as always, my dear apprentice. Why else would nearly
half of your earnings since you started your training be from
spankings?"

"And I fully intend to get my money's worth," Arlin declared. He gave
his sister's rump another hard swat that caused her to yelp in surprise,
then he stuffed a copper coin up her butt, as per her and Allisson's
stated rates. "I'm probably stating the blindingly obvious here, Amanda.
But you will most likely be on your feet for most of tomorrow, as
sitting may prove to be a rather uncomfortable activity."

"Actually," Allisson corrected him, "Amanda will be spending most of the
day on all fours, considering the training I have planned for her after
you are finished warming her bottom." She looked at her apprentice and
shook her head sympathetically, "You really should have heeded Arlin's
warnings and simply shut the fuck up about your escapades together, my
little pet. But it is too late now. He may be your brother, but he is
also now a paying client, and you now owe him your ass."


Amanda gave an indignant huff and glared defiantly at Arlin, "We will
see about that, dear brother. There's nothing stopping me from simply
refunding your two laurels right here and now." She reached a paw
between her legs.

"Yes there is," Allisson growled. Amanda's mistress was a step ahead of
her. Her eyes went wide as saucers as she felt the Raccoon take a tight
grip on her bottom with one paw, while the other paw slipped between her
nether cheeks, spreading them apart a full three fingers' width. With
one quick and smooth motion, Allisson thrust her index and social
fingers past the apprentice whore's tight southern star and deep up her
coin-filled butt, all the way to the third joint.

"Don't even try," she warned the Tigress, "Remember our primary rule.
Recite it to me now."

Amanda sighed and dropped her gaze to the ground, "All services paid for
are to be rendered, unless the client's desires fall outside of our
declared limits, or could otherwise result in injury or death."

Allisson sternly nodded her head and wiggled her fingers inside her
student's ass. The coins shifted around within her rectal chamber,
eliciting from the Tigress, a moan that echoed a mix of discomfort and
pleasure.

"And you know good and well that the paddling your brother paid to give
you does not meet either of those conditions," the Raccoon reminded her,
"So tomorrow morning, you will go over Arlin's lap and submit to the ass
roasting that he wishes to give you. There will absolutely be no
weaseling out of your appointment, and no refunds. Is that clear, my
little slut?"

Amanda sighed again, closed her eyes, and nodded her head, reaffirming
her sworn submissiveness to her teacher's wishes, "Aye, Mistress
Allisson. Your orders are clear as a desert night, and they will be
obeyed in full." She raised her head and met Arlin's gaze. The
expression on the Tiger's face reflected a mix of embarrassment,
amusement, and lust-tinged excitement.

"My brother," the Tigress purred, her voice low and barely audible to
all around save for Arlin and Allisson, "I humbly accept the appointment
that you have scheduled for me. Tomorrow morning, at your convenience,
my bottom shall exist solely for your pleasure."

Arlin smiled lovingly and wrapped his arms around his sister. His claws
very gently kneaded the soft, but muscular flesh of her wide, furry butt
as he echoed the same affirmation he had said to Karma earlier that
night, "Indeed it is, Amanda of Lovenmusk. Indeed it is."


Allisson nodded her head, satisfied that the guidance that she had been
providing for Amanda was finally starting to sink into the feisty
kitten's head. She looked up at Arlin, "I wish to apologize to you for
my apprentice's behavior. Her manners were most inappropriate for her
position, and such impudence reflects poorly upon her mistress."

Arlin chuckled at the Raccoon's burst of melodrama, and gave her butt an
affectionate squeeze through her skirt, "Don't you worry your pretty
tail over this, love. Remember, the three of us have been best friends
and more ever since we were tendertails. So I fully understand how
difficult it must be for my sister to put aside our familiarity when she
is working and learning her trade."

"Yes, yes," Allisson agreed, "It is difficult for all of us. And as her
mistress, I must take some responsibility for Amanda's misbehavior." She
took a deep breath, preparing herself mentally and emotionally for the
gift she was about to bestow upon the Tiger.

"Warden Arlin, as penance for my errors in properly conditioning your
sister for the level of humility and submissiveness that is appropriate
to one whose social status is like that of a personal pet, I hereby
offer to submit my own bottom to the same punishment for which my
apprentice is fated."

Arlin was caught completely off guard by his friend's announcement,
"Really, Allee? Twenty four with the paddle merely because my sweet
little sister was nothing more than her normal bratty self? I mean, you
know know all too well what you are getting yourself into. This is not,
by any means going to be a pleasure spanking, at least not a pleasure
spanking for you."

"Indeed I do know, and am fully aware of the intense punishment I will
experience under my tail," she solemnly replied, "and I am totally
serious about this. I deserve this just as much as she does, twenty four
with the paddle, plus twelve administered open-paw as a warm up.
Tomorrow at your convenience, my bottom shall exist solely for your
pleasure."

Warden Arlin knew that he would be a complete and utter fool to turn
down a gift like this. He held the Raccoon against him in a loving
embrace, caressed the exposed fur between her top and skirt with one
paw, and reached the other paw under her hem to knead the sweet, plush
bottom that would be his to punish tomorrow, and affirmed for the third
time that night, "Indeed it will, Allisson of Lovenmusk, indeed it
will."

"Mistress," Amanda chimed in, "there is no need for you to put your ass
through this ordeal. It was totally my fault, and I claim full
responsibility. If anything, as your apprentice and pet, I should take
those additional thirty six for you."

"Too late, love," the Raccoon declared, "I have already given my oath
and pledge." She gave the Tigress a knowing wink, and idly toyed with
the coins nested up Amanda's butt while she thought for a moment. A
mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes, a glimmer that Amanda knew was
cause to worry.

"Although I can't allow you to take my punishment for me, I have decided
to take you up on your offer, my pet. After we next retire for a break
to secure and stash our earnings thus far, I am going to give everyone
around a free floor show. Specifically, I am going to bend you over a
table and paddle you long and hard so that every time a client fucks you
from behind tonight, the feel of his body slamming against your wide,
sore, burning ass will remind you of your place as my submissive and
obedient apprentice."

"Ah, marvelous," Arlin cheered, "It's a pity that I'm too busy to be
there to see this little show live. But at least I can watch it on the
security recordings from wherever you two are going to perform, and as a
bonus, she should be primed and ready for our session tomorrow."


"Then it is settled," Allisson declared, "I will make a note on our
schedule for tomorrow of your appointment over your brother's lap." She
paused to think for a brief moment again, and idly wiggled her fingers
around some more inside her apprentice's aft chamber, "As a matter of
fact, I think I will leave the entire morning open for you, just in case
your paddling leads to more intimate and tender activities." The Raccoon
yanked her fingers out of Amanda's butt, causing the Tigress to gasp and
flinch, then shudder as a wave of bestial pleasure rippled through her
body. She stuck one finger in her mouth and chirred softly as she
sampled her apprentice's intimate flavor.

"Mmmm, you are delicious, my naughty little pet," she said, causing
Amanda's ears to warm up yet again in embarrassment, and her tight,
damp, sex to tingle with the desire for fulfillment. Always willing to
share, Allisson graciously offered the other finger to Arlin. He just as
graciously accepted.

A deep purr rumbled in his throat as the intoxicating, exotic taste of
his little sister's sweet nether depths spread out over his tongue,
"Amanda, I know that I say this every time I taste you, but the truth is
always worth repeating. You, dear sister, are pure unadulterated
sweetness, outside and inside." He pressed his mouth to hers; their
tongues touched, and the two Tiger siblings shared a purr together.
After a half minute in tender embrace and muzzle lock, Arlin and Amanda
pulled back and gazed deep into each other's large, golden, feline eyes.


*** DEAR BROTHER, *** Once again, time seemed to slow down as Amanda's
thoughts touched directly into Arlin's mind, *** I AM CURIOUS. SINCE WE
FIRST FOUND YOU OUT HERE TONIGHT, WE HAVE ENGAGED IN ACTIVITIES IN
PUBLIC THAT SHOULD HAVE CAUSED A MASS ORGY IN THE STREETS. I MEAN,
WITHIN THE PAST FEW MINUTES, BOTH YOU AND MISTRESS HAVE FONDLED MY
BOTTOM NUMEROUS TIMES; YOU HAVE BENT ME OVER AND SPANKED ME; YOU HAVE
STUFFED COINS UP MY BUTT, AND BOTH OF YOU HAVE SPOKEN OPENLY AND
CANDIDLY ABOUT MY INTIMATE FLAVOR AS WELL AS ABOUT HOW I SEEMINGLY HAVE
THE MOST SPANKABLE BOTTOM IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE. YET I AM CONFUZZLED.
WHY IS IT THAT... ***


Arlin intercepted Amanda's train of thought and completed the question
she was about to ask, *** WHY IS IT THAT VERY FEW PASSERSBY HAVE PAUSED
TO WATCH OUR ANTICS, OR HAVE EVEN NOTICED US OUT HERE? IT IS SIMPLE,
SWEET SISTER. RIGHT AFTER I SPANKED YOU, I MADE USE OF A NEW POWER THAT
I RECENTLY LEARNED. I CALL IT PERCEPTION DEFLECTOR. ***


*** I AM NOT FAMILIAR WITH THAT ONE. IS IT LIKE A PSILENCE WALL? ***


*** NO, THEY ARE NOT SIMILAR AT ALL, *** Arlin replied, *** ALTHOUGH
THEY ARE IN THE SAME GENERAL CLASS OF PSIONIC DISCIPLINES. THIS IS A NEW
TECHNIQUE THAT I HAVE PERSONALLY BEEN RESEARCHING, DEVELOPING, AND
REFINING FOR THE PAST THREE MONTHS. ESSENTIALLY, WHAT I HAVE MANAGED
CAUSES MOST PEOPLE TO SIMPLY NOT NOTICE OUR PRESENCE OUT HERE. ***


*** YOU MEAN INVISIBILITY? ***


*** NO, NOT EXACTLY. TRUE INVISIBILITY IS A SKILL THAT EVEN THE MOST
POWERFUL PSI-MASTERS HAVE TREMENDOUS DIFFICULTY ACHEIVING, *** he
explained, *** THAT IS WELL BEYOND MY HUMBLE ABILITIES. AND INVISIBILITY
WOULD BE INEFFECTIVE OUT HERE ANYWAY, SINCE SOMEONE WOULD HAVE PLOWED
INTO US BY NOW. NO, WHAT MY PSIONIC INVENTION DOES MERELY MAKES US A LOW
PRIORITY ON THE MIND'S SCANNERS. HOWEVER, THEY DO STILL PERCEIVE US ON A
DEEP SUBCONCIOUS LEVEL. SO WITHOUT EVEN GIVING US A FIRST THOUGHT, THEY
AUTOMATICALLY ALTER THEIR PATHS TO SKIRT AROUND US. ***


*** WELL ALL I CAN SAY IS THAT IS PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING, BIG BROTHER,
*** a mischievous sparkle flashed in Amanda's eyes, *** SO THEN, WE
COULD FUCK RIGHT HERE ON THE SIDEWALK, AND NO ONE WOULD EVEN NOTICE? ***


*** NOT QUITE, *** Arlin replied, *** AT LEAST, NOT YET. THIS POWER IS
NOT ONE HUNDRED PERCENT EFFECTIVE. THERE IS A GOOD CHANCE THAT ANYONE
WHO IS ALREADY OBSERVING US AT THE MOMENT THE DEFLECTOR IS IMPLEMENTED
WOULD NOT BE AFFECTED. AND ANYONE ALREADY IN CLOSE PROXIMITY TO US WOULD
LIKEWISE BE IMMUNE TO IT. ***


*** AH, LIKE MISTRESS ALLISSON, FOR EXAMPLE. ***


*** YES, LIKE ALLEE. ***


*** SO THEN, WOULD MY DEAR, SWEET, LOVING BROTHER BE WILLING TO TEACH
HIS ADORING, DEVOTED LITTLE SISTER THIS POWER? *** Amanda gave Arlin a
naughty smile, and touched his mind with an image of the two of them
down on all fours in the Grand Atrium of the Chastity Society's meeting
lodge, fucking like wild ponies in season while dozens of C.S. members
passed by around them, oblivious to the hot passionate naughtiness
taking place in their puritanical sanctuary.


Arlin was momentarily shocked by the tantalizing mental imagery. His
cock pressed tight against his leather pants, its hardness instantly
renewed. *** IN TIME, MY SWEET LITTLE SLUT OF A SISTER, IN TIME. I AM
NOT READY TO FIELD TEST THIS NEW POWER IN SUCH A PUBLIC SETTING, LEAST
OF ALL AMONG SUCH AN EMOTIONALLY TIGHT-ASSED LOT LIKE THE CHASTITY
SOCIETY. HOWEVER, YOU HAVE GIVEN ME AN IDEA FOR HOW I WILL CONDUCT MY
DEMONSTRATION WHEN I SUBMIT THIS NEW DEVELOPMENT TO THE PSION ACADEMY.
***


*** I DO HOPE THAT YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO ASSIST YOU IN THIS ENDEAVOUR,
ARLIN, *** Amanda smiled at her brother again. Her eyes were half closed
in dreamy anticipation as she envisioned the two of them together,
putting on the hottest private performances ever in the most public
places before the Psi-Masters.


*** IF THIS WORKS OUT AS YOU SAY IT SHOULD, THEN I WOULD WAGER MY ASS
THAT THE POWERS THAT BE AT PSION-A WILL MAKE YOU A FULLY CERTIFIED
PSI-MASTER. ***


*** THAT IS MY PLAN, LOVE, *** Arlin affirmed, *** I WILL BE USING BOTH
YOU AND ALLEE IN THE TRIALS. AND WHEN I DO BECOME A MASTER, YOUR LIFE IS
GOING TO BECOME MANY TIMES BUSIER THAN IT IS NOW. ***


*** DOES THAT MEAN THAT I WILL...? ***


*** YES. IN ADDITION TO CONTINUING YOUR TRAINING AS AN APPRENTICE WHORE
UNDER ALLISSON, I AM GOING TO CLAIM YOU AS MY APPRENTICE SO THAT YOU MAY
FINALLY DEVELOP AND REFINE YOUR OWN PSIONIC POTENTIAL BEYOND THOSE
BASIC, RUDIMENTARY POWERS WITH WHICH YOU HAVE BECOME COMFORTABLE AND
COMPLACENT. ***


Amanda purred ever so softly as Arlin's plans for her were revealed. She
sealed her fate and affirmed her impending submission to her brother's
care and guidance with one word. It was a single word that touched his
mind ever so softly like a feather, a gentle whisper of total devotion,
*** MASTER... ***


"Arlin? Amanda?" Allisson chirred. Her voice sliced through their shared
thoughts like a powerblade and her paws landed with a sharp smack on
their behinds, bringing them back to the outer world.

"Hey, you two! Raccoon to Tigers, Raccoon to Tigers. Give me a sign
here. I mean, you kittens have just been staring silently at each other
for nearly ten whole seconds. Is there a problem?"

The Tigers turned their gaze to the Raccoon and smiled. "No, Allee. All
is perfect," Arlin assured her. We were merely discussing our future
together, all three of us."

"Oh, that sending thing you psi types do," she gave them a teasing
smirk, "So, what were you thinking about? I mean, you said something
about us. Since us includes me, please feel free to tell me all about
whatever it is."

She paused for a moment, though not long enough for wither Arlin or
Amanda to answer, "No. On second thought, tell me later. For now, we
need to get back to biz. So how about it, Arlin? Those tight leathers
hide nothing, love. Face the facts. Your cock has been hard as stone
since you arrived here tonight."

"Mistress is right, Arlin," Amanda affirmed. She pointed an accusing
finger at the Warden, "You, big brother, are obviously in need of some
relief and relaxation. And you know good and well that we are the most
qualified girls for the job around here."

Allisson ran her fingers down Arlin's rump and along his inner thighs,
causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through his body, "So once
again, how about it, just the three of us together for, say, an hour?
And my offer still stands, honey kitten, a special discount just for
you." Her paw slipped up his thigh and gave his ample male package a
firm but gentle squeeze that nearly caused him to break his resolve.

The Warden sighed and flashed a sheepish look at the Raccoon and
Tigress, "I truly am sorry, girls," he apologized, "You two are doing a
damn fine job of tempting me. However, as I said earlier, I am on the
hunt tonight. And if I let these three miscreants get away, Regent
Tormanin will be serving my ass up on a platter for breakfast tomorrow
morning."

Allisson nodded her head sympathetically, "Ah, I see. The Triple Terror
again?"

"How did you guess?"

"It doesn't take an empath to know," she replied, "You get that same
frustrated look on your face whenever you hafta deal with those brats.
And let me be the first to offer my sympathies, Warden."

Arlin held Allisson close to him and pressed his mouth to hers, their
tongues touching and sweetly gliding over each other, "Thank-you, love,"
he purred, once they came up for air. "I do have my work cut out for me
tonight."


"Then how about after you are off duty?" the Raccoon suggested.

"I'm sorry again, honey. I already have an appointment scheduled with a
Rabbit and a Ferret tonight," he confessed, "It's because of those two
that I arrived here with this mega stiffy."

"We understand," Amanda interjected, "You really are going to have your
paws full if she's the same Bunny I'm thinking of." She shut up for a
brief moment and gazed into her brother's eyes. A naughty smile parted
her muzzle, and the Tigress giggled, "Yep-yep, she's the one. And that
stretch Rat looks like a rather hot little beastie as well. Nice
choices, big brother. You're in for a wild ride tonight, if I may say so
myself."

"Yes," Arlin agreed, "that goes without saying. Thankfully, I can take
most of tomorrow off, what with the only critical action item on my
agenda being Street Hunter Denali's paddling, scheduled for right after
breakfast."

Allisson giggled and patted her rump, "Aw, poor Arlin," she teased, "The
Court Warden's work is never ending, it seems."

"So you finally found a reason to take that little honey over your lap,"
Amanda said, "I know you've been watching her tail ever since she first
signed on. Come to think of it, pretty much everyone in your department
has been watching her tail ever since she first signed on."

"Indeed," Arlin agreed, "the troops have had a betting pool going on
ever since Denali's first day, wagering over when I would finally have
to paddle her, why, and how many swats she would get."

Amanda purred as she thought about the young Otter lass and her
impending fate, "I bet there is going to be one fuckuva turnout for
this. After all, that girl has the cutest, most spankable, and most
fuckable bottom in all of Lovenmusk...well, second only to mine and
Mistress Allisson's of course."

Now it was the Raccoon's turn to be embarrassed. She buried her face in
her paws and giggled, then gave her apprentice a playful slap on the
ass, "You learn fast, my little slut. Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Well, girls," Arlin interrupted, "It's been surreal, but I really must
be getting back to the hunt. They are already way ahead of me by now,
and reacquiring their scent is going to take a miracle."

"Up yours," Amanda said.


Arlin stopped dead in his tracks. With one fluid motion, he spun around,
grabbed his sister by the arm, and bent her over. His lightning crop was
in his other paw, fully extended, buzzing and crackling loudly. Its
shaft glowed an angry blue-white as he strategically poised it under her
tail, ready to thrust it deep up the girl's ass.

"What did you just say, Amanda?" he demanded. His voice was low and
menacing.

Amanda whimpered like a kitten, "I...I said...Up yours," she stammered.
She felt the fur on her bottom stand on end as the tip of the crop drew
closer to her southern star, ready to unleash its punishing, electric
kiss into her depths.

"Please, Arlin," she begged, "hear me through for once. It is not how it
sounds."

Arlin maintained his grip, and kept the lightning crop near the entrance
to his sister's butt. Although he refrained from thrusting it inside her
for now, he did go ahead and touch the glowing tip very briefly against
the crevasse between her plush nether cheeks. "I'm listening. Enlighten
me, sweet sister. How was it really supposed to sound."

Amanda yelped loudly as a wave of searing, electric fire coursed through
her wide bottom and down her muscular thighs. Her ass defensively
clenched tight, awaiting the electrified raping that her rectal chamber
could receive at any time now. "I wasn't bratting you, Master," she
explained, "I was really trying to help you on your hunt."

Allisson cocked her head to one side and shot the Warden a quizzical
look, "Did she just call you Master?"

"I'll explain later," Arlin growled, "Right now, I want her to explain
to me how mouthing off like she did is going to aid me in my quest. And
it better be a damn good explanation, or you are going to get to see
your apprentice do a highly energetic dance like you've never seen
before."

"It's true," Amanda insisted, "I'm telling you exactly where to find
them. We last saw them at Up Yours."

Arlin's stern expression melted into one of confusion.


"It's a night club," Allisson explained.

"Huh, I'm not familiar with that one," Arlin admitted, "And here I
thought I knew every club, dive, and whore house in the TLD."

"You've been spending far too much time sequestered in your lair back at
the Regent's palace ever since you made Court Warden, love," she accused
him, "You need to get yourself back out on the streets more often, among
the people you protect. Up Yours is a brand spanking new joint, just
opened last night."

"Yeah, that's why you've never heard of it," Amanda said.

Arlin relaxed his grip on the lightning crop. The blue-white glow
vanished, and the shaft once again retracted back into itself. The Tiger
returned the crop to its hook on his belt, and reached into his pocket.
"I am truly sorry for my rash misjudgment of you, Amanda," he
apologized, "I promise that in the future, I will try to fully hear you
out before zapping your bottom. What I did to you was totally
undeserved."

He removed his paw from his pocket and shot Allisson a glance that was
both sly, and sheepish, then resumed addressing his sister's butt, "What
do you think, Allisson? Would you say that your apprentice has earned
this?" He held up another shiny silver coin, inserted it up Amanda's
ass, gave her a pat on the rump, and released his grip on her arm.
Amanda stood upright, gingerly rubbed her sore bottom, and assumed her
submissive standby position, feet spread and paws clasped behind her
back at the base of her tail.


"Yes," the Raccoon agreed, "I would say that a jolt like you gave her is
worth a dozen swats. It's a good thing for you that you didn't follow
through with a rectal shock. That would have cost you a pair of gold
tiaras."

"And I would have happily paid it," Arlin assured her.

"But mistress," Amanda protested, "electrical play, at least, rectally
applied electrical play, is not within my declared limits."

Allisson smiled wickedly and touched a paw to her apprentice's cheek,
"Don't you worry, my pet," she chirred, "After tomorrow's training, that
will be added to your list, as well as a number of other services. I
want you to be as versatile as possible, don'cha know? And don't call me
Butt Mistress."

She turned her attention back to Arlin before Amanda could protest
further, "Now then, Warden, as we were saying, your prey was last seen
at Up Yours less than an hour ago. Come along with us, love. We will
take you there."

With an arm around each of them, Arlin let the girls guide him a quarter
block up to the next intersection and around the corner.

"There it is," Amanda said. She pointed to a large double door made of
heavily tinted, unbreakable glass.

Arlin could not help but smirk as he pondered the gaudy animated sign on
the wall above the doors. It featured a pair of Ornith Secretary Birds,
one female and the other male. She was clad in a red plaid, pleated
micro mini skirt and matching bikini top, and was posed in a
three-quarter rear view, bent forward with her hands on her knees, wings
and tailfeathers spread and raised, and her back arched. He was sporting
a black leather miniskirt and matching sleeveless shirt. His fist was
nested deep under her tail, pumping her ass like a piston. Above the two
birds; in bold, angry read lettering, the sign read "UP YOURS." And
below the birds was a list of services and activities to be had inside,
such as: casual dining, drinks, dancing, live entertainment, and private
suites rentable by the hour.


"Huh, seems like a rather hopping joint," Arlin remarked as he noted the
steady stream of partiers entering the building, and a small crowd
gathered around outside.

"Yeah," Allisson agreed, "I think this place is going to become the most
successful business ever in the entire history of Lovenmusk. In fact,
I'm predicting that Everett and Rhiana are going to be listed among Rain
Valley Region's top twenty wealthiest citizens before the month is
done."

"I would not be surprised at all," Arlin growled, "Those two lovebirds
already have a bit of notoriety going for them. Pregenerated publicity
is never a bad thing, you know."

"You mean their well-publicized adventures in sibling revelry?" Amanda
asked, "Most peeps don't think that's any big deal."

"Ah, but didn't you hear?" Arlin corrected her, "They took it a step
further less than a week ago, and actually got legally married. It was
the top story in the society section of the Lovenmusk Voyeur."

"Oh, I never read that section," his sister admitted, "All that high and
mighty social stuff is usually pretty boring. Still, I wonder if that is
why the Chastity Society is already protesting this place." She nodded
her head in the direction of a group gathered around the door of Up
Yours. They were mostly Humans and Dwarves, with a very few Furlings
among them, all dressed identically in silk tunics and pants of purest
white.

Allisson huffed indignantly and rolled her eyes, "Why do those
tightasses always hafta meddle and interfere with anything remotely
pleasurable? It's not like Everett and Rhiana are engaging in anything
illegal or harmful. Can't you do something about them, Arlin?"

The Warden sighed and gave the Raccoon a squeeze on her rump, "I wish I
could. love," he replied, "But like with everyone else operating in this
part of town, as long as they aren't doing anything illegal. I can't
interfere."

"Then it's up to us to deal with their nonsense one way or another,"
Amanda declared. She gazed at her brother, noted the warning warning
glimmer in his eyes, and added, "up to us to deal with them legally,
that is."

"Oh? What do you have in mind, sis?"

The Tigress giggled and flashed a mischievous glance over at Allisson,
"If Mistress approves, I suggest that we make use of our assets for the
greater good of the community and show some of the White Silks the error
of their ways."

Allisson was rendered momentarily speechless by her impetuous young
apprentice's proposal, "You mean, we should try to rent our tails to
those killjoys?"

Amanda nodded her head and smiled impishly, "Why not? They are just as
mortal as the rest of us. I bet most any of them can be corrupted and
lured away from their sterile sexless lifestyle with the right amount of
persuasion." She canted her hip and seductively ran a paw over her wide,
muscular flank, "And since they have never gotten any, and don't spend
their resources on other simple pleasures either, that means most of
them probably have plenty of indiscretionary cash to spend on the likes
of us."

Arlin chuckled and gave his sister's exposed rump a playful swat, "A
virgin market, literally."

Allisson groaned at the bad pun, then flashed a smile at Amanda, "Okay,
my pet. It's worth a shot. Choose your mark and get to work."


The three of them looked over the crowed of white-clad protesters,
sizing up possible candidates, "How about that one there?" Arlin
suggested, nodding to a youthful-looking Furling Fox who was nervously
holding up a picket sign that declared Up Yours to be a den of
perversions against nature.

Amanda shook her head dismissively, "Naw, he wouldn't be a challenge.
I'll keep him in mind for a quick fuck later on when I need a break.
That one there, on the other paw," she discreetly pointed to a stout,
but muscular middle-aged Dwarf standing near the door and trying to hand
out Chasity Society flyers to anyone within reach, "Now, he will make
for a good test of the seduction skills that mistress has taught me."

"He won't be easy, sis," Arlin warned her, "That's Nyrion. He's one of
the charter members of Lovenmusk's CS chapter. He is also their top
recruiter. He will be a tough nut to crack."

Amanda shrugged and smiled in anticipation, "Can't hurt to try. The
worst that can happen is he will say no, and possibly give me a spanking
for attempting to corrupt him."

"And if that happens," Allisson reminded her, "you better make sure he
pays for the service."

Arlin laughed, "Sounds like a no-lose situation. How about you, love?
Which one are you going to try to steal away first?"

"This one's a no-brainer for me," she replied, "You see that Ringtail
helping Nyrion hand out tracts?"

"Isn't that your little brother?" the Warden pointed out.

"Yeppers. Karlisle let himself be swayed by these numbnuts before I
could get to him. Now, it's time for me to give him some sisterly
guidance and bring him back to his senses before it's too late."

"Well, it sounds like you girls have your work cut out for you," Arlin
said, "So I guess this is where we part ways for now." He gave them each
a tender farewell kiss on the mouth, and a final friendly swat on the
ass. "Best of luck to you both."

"Seeya later, love," Allisson said, as the Warden left them to work
their magick.

He gave them one last look over his shoulder and smiled, "Don't get
yourselves too worn out. I aim to get my money's worth out of you
tomorrow, both of you."

The crowd parted before Arlin, allowing him to pass unimpeded as he
padded with grim determination to the double door. Despite the crass
name and signage outside, the interior of Up Yours was quite tastefully
designed, modeled after the great hunting and mining lodges of the
frozen Northlands. The common area was a single spacious room with a
high ceiling supported by thick beams of unvarnished wood and matching
rafters. A large, raised, stone fireplace dominated the middle of the
room, and one wall was taken up by the bar, behind which a set of double
doors led to the grill. Tables and chairs were scattered casually about,
and at the other end, was a stage for the live performers, and a dance
floor for the patrons. In the far corner, was another set of double
doors, which led to the dressing rooms for the dancers and private
suites for guests. The lighting was comfortably soft, about the
equivalent of dusk, and the music the band was playing was an eerie, but
medium-paced techno-synth style, easy on the ears, and easy to dance to.

Allisson was right, despite being brand spanking new, Up Yours was
looking to be an instant platinum mine for the owners. There was not a
single unoccupied table in the entire dining area, and only a couple
empty seats at the bar. The dance floor was at full capacity, and the
wait staff, male and female of a variety of races and species hustled
about serving hot dishes from the grill and cold drinks from the bar.
Arlin couldn't help but smirk as some of the servers turned their backs
to their guests, leaned forward, and accepted gratuities under their
tails, in keeping true to the name of their establishment. While he was
busy ogling one Vixen waitress receive about a dozen cash capsules up
her butt after serving a rather large party of Humans, Furlings, and
Elves, Arlin felt a taloned hand on his arm.

"Warden Arlin!" a gentle but definitely male voice spoke from behind the
Tiger, pulling his attention away from the Vixen who was now sashaying
back to the private dressing rooms to stash her haul. The Tiger turned
around and met the cheerful, sparkling blue gaze of a handsome Ornith
Secretary Bird.

"Dammit, Everett," Arlin growled, "you startled the bejeezers out of me.
You should know better than to sneak up on a Tiger."

The bird laughed and gave the Warden a friendly squeeze on the shoulder,
"Aw, come now, Warden. What are you going to do? Spank me?" He teasingly
presented his aft end to Arlin, spread his tailfeathers, and shook his
butt in time with the music. Like his image on the animated sign
outside, Everett was dressed in a black, sleeveless shirt and black
hip-hugging leather miniskirt that showed off his feathery, shapely
thighs.

"Don't tempt me, silly bird," Arlin replied, failing to stifle a
devilish chuckle. The powers know I've been in a spanking mood tonight,
and would have no qualms about roasting your behind as I would your
sister's."

"Hah. I'm flattered, Warden," the bird said, "And you know, flattery
will get you everywhere. Now come on over to the bar, and try our house
special, Kloakiss. My treat." He took a grip on the Tiger's arm and led
him over to an unoccupied barstool.

Arlin sat down and cleared his throat, while Everett bent over and
brought up a cold, frosty glass from the lowest shelf against the far
wall, "So, if you don't mind my asking, birdie, why the girlie clothes?"

"Why not?" Everett shot back. "It feels comfortable, and looks sexy. Why
should only the girls get to wear the nicest-looking clothes?" He
strutted over to the tap and pulled the lever forward, causing a flow of
delicious-looking golden ale to fill the glass. Arlin noted the custom
bit of artwork on the tap handle, and stifled a laugh and a groan as he
realized the pun. The logo for Kloakiss featured the same two Secretary
Birds that graced Up Your's sign. But this time, she was crouched
forward with her back arched, hands on her knees, and tailfeathers
spread. And he, obviously Everett, was on his knees behind her with his
beak pressed in an Ornith kiss between her plush, down-covered nether
cheeks. Granted, being Orniths with humanoid anatomy instead of full
birds, the pun wasn't totally accurate, but it was enough to make the
joke obvious.

"Whoa! Calm down there," Arlin replied, "No need to be defensive. I'm
not teasing you about your fashion. No, I always felt that if you have
the body for it, there's no reason not to dress in ways to flaunt your
assets. And I hope you don't mind me saying this, Everett, but you
definitely have the body for it. You look quite sexy in a skirt. And
coming from someone like myself, you can take that as a bigass
compliment."

"Compliment gladly accepted," the bird laughed. He set the full glass
down on the bar in front of Arlin, "And everyone knows that I won't be
embarrassed about my assets. It's no secret that I swing both ways."

Arlin took a sip of the ale, swishing it around on his tongue before
swallowing, "Even though you are married now?"

"Sure. Just because Rhiana is the one I share my bed with when we call
it a night, doesn't mean that we can't play around with others. In fact,
since we got married, I've had nearly as many propositions from other
guys for the use of my tail as she has."

"Well, you know what they say," Arlin reminded him. he took another
longer sip, then, "With birds, some Furling species, and quite often
Elves, male or female doesn't matter. It's that tight, warm port to park
in that counts."

The crest of feathers on top of Everett's head went vertical, a sign
that he had just been delightfully embarrassed, "Er... well...
Thank-you, I guess. Does this mean that you might want to..."

"Well, I've never considered it, actually," Arlin admitted, "I mean,
I've engaged in some pretty kinky activities myself over the years, but
always with a natural-born girl." He finished his drink with one long,
uninterrupted pull, then set the empty glass down on the bar, reached
into his money pouch, and extracted a pair of silver laurels.

"Ah, 'tis a pity," Everett sighed, "Perhaps I can think of another way
to show my deep gratitude for signing mine and my sister's mating
certificate. The notoriety our marriage generated really seems to be
bolstering our business here. And a mere a free glass of ale is nowhere
near enough thanks."

Arlin laughed, despite the warm blush in his ears, "Silly bird. I swear,
it seems like everyone I encounter tonight wants me to fuck them silly.
And I never said I wouldn't. I just said I never considered it. And the
more you come onto me, the more tempted I am to haul you into one of
your private suites and take you like the wannabe girl you are, you
feathered slut."

"Oh!" Everett was genuinely surprised by Arlin's sudden revelation that
he found him boinkable after all, "Just say when then, Warden, and I
will get one of my wait staff to take over the bar for an hour."

"I can't tonight," Arlin admitted, I'm on a mission, and I pretty much
have a full dance card for the night afterwards."

"I understand," the bird replied, "Still, you know where to find me once
you are ready to sample my undertail."

"Of course. Oh, and Everett?" Arlin held up the two silver coins.

"No need, Warden," he insisted, "That was on the house."

"That doesn't include tips," the Tiger said, reminding him of eatery and
bar service etiquette, "Now, present that cute birdie bottom of yours."


Everett's crest rose again. He gave the Tiger a coy gaze, leaped up onto
the bar, and presented his aft end, mimicking the position his sister
was in on the Kloakiss logo; hands on his knees, back arched, and
tailfeathers spread. Arlin lifted the hem of the bird's skirt, revealing
his soft, down-covered rump. All he wore underneath was a tight thong,
to hold his maleness in place. The Tiger pulled aside the narrow strap
that ran up the crevasse of Everett's ass, moistened the two silver
coins with his tongue, and expertly inserted them one at a time past his
southern star and deep up his rear chamber.

He wiggled his finger around in the Secretary Bird, and chuckled as he
felt a considerable number of coins already nested inside him. "Well, I
see you've been busy." He pulled his finger back out and gave Everett a
firm slap on his bottom, then released the thong's strap so it snapped
back into place.

Everett pulled his skirt back down and perched on the edge of the bar,
one leg crossed over the other, very ladylike, "Yes," he admitted,
"Business has been great, like I said earlier, and the gratuities have
been considerable for all of us."

"So, is all that from just drink serving, or have you..."

"It's mostly just from serving," he interrupted, "plus the occasional
flirty bit of lap sitting. No whoring or even dancing yet, if that is
what you mean. Now, Rhiana, she's another story altogether. She's been
making a killing on the stage most every night. I really should have her
teach me her craft soon. Or if not her, perhaps our guest dancers can
take on a student. Those three are simply amazing." He nodded in the
direction of the stage. Occupying the center of the raised platform was
Everett's mate and sister. She was dressed in nothing but her feathers.
And her moves were pure magick, with the grace of a Panthress. The crowd
gathered around was absolutely in love with Rhiana And every single time
she would turn her backs to them and shake her shapely ass in their
faces, several coins or cash capsules would get inserted up inside her.
Arlin was impressed at how much she could seemingly carry.

"She's an amazing bird indeed," Arlin agreed. He then noticed the others
also strutting about and gyrating alluringly up there on the stage with
Rhiana There was a Human girl; very healthy-looking, obviously somewhat
athletic with just the right amount of plushness, and two Furling
skunks, one girl and one boy. All three were dressed in identical green
and white pleated schoolgirl minidresses that just barely covered their
ample assets. The skunks were barefoot, their digitigrade legs, like
Kata's giving the illusion of them being in a perpetual crouching
position. The Human girl sported a pair of thigh-length high-heeled
leather boots, black to match her neck-length mane of feathery chestnut
hair. And as they presented their cute bottoms to receive coins and
capsules from their adoring fans, it was quite obvious to Arlin that the
three wore nothing under their dresses, not even a thong.

"Wonderful show you got going here, bird," a slightly intoxicated
Furling Panther purred. He took a long sip of Deep Shadow from the shot
glass he held, then muttered to Arlin, "It's pretty rare to see tender
tails who can dance like that, y'know. Those two Stripers work those
poles like professionals."

"Yeah, I've never seen anyone perform like those three," the Gnome on
the other side of the Warden added, "The Hooman lass is a real treasure.
I bet she'd be worth a buttload if she had the right agent."

Arlin glared at the Gnome, then returned his attention to the stage,
"Worth much more than you realize, bub," he growled.

"Whoa! Check that out," the Panther said, almost falling off his stool
and steadying himself by grabbing Arlin's shoulder. Arlin watched in
shock as a Furling Rat slipped a note into a cash capsule, placed one
end in his mouth, and edged closer to the stage. The Human girl swirled
around her pole, then backed up towards the Rat. She went down on all
fours and presented her bottom to him. He pressed the exposed end of the
capsule against her southern star, then pushed it deep up inside her
with his tongue. She playfully wiggled her ass in his face, then turned
around and gave him a kiss on the mouth while the crowd raised their
mugs in a hearty cheer.

"That Rat must be a fuckin' rich bastard," The Panther remarked, "I've
lost count of the number of capsules he's given them. You'd think they
would be about ready to take a break and cash out soon."

"Well, hopefully, the girl has room for one more," Arlin replied. He
took a capsule from a dispenser on the bar, reached into his pouch, and
extracted a tiara note. He rolled up the bill, sealed it in the capsule,
and padded off to the stage area.


"How are you girls doing?" Rhiana asked her guest dancers, as she took
another three coins under her tailfeathers.

"Er, Miss Rhiana," Kennewick said, "not all of us up here are girls,
y'know."

"You're dressed like a girl, so you should expect to be addressed as
one, silly," the Secretary Bird admonished the Skunk, getting in a firm
swat under his skirt as their paths on the stage crossed. "Anyway, that
schoolgirl uniform looks great on you, young lady."

The insides of Kennewick's ears heated up and a slight reddening could
be seen through the white fluff on his cheeks. He quickly rubbed his
butt, and pouted. For just a quick drive-by swat, Rhiana packed quite a
wallop. he hooked one leg around one of the stage poles and performed a
graceful triple spin that caused his skirt to flower out and show off
his maleness and his furry behind, which really looked rather feminine,
"It ain't my fault. It's Amalie that insists that me and Katella dress
alike." His path took him to the edge of the stage. He turned his back
to the crowd and presented his butt to accept a half dozen coins from a
Furling Wolf.

"Well we are twins," the other Skunk reminded him, "And we both serve
our Princess in the exact same way. So it's only natural she would want
us to have the same uniform." Katella planted a playful kiss on her
brother's mouth. then followed his lead and presented her bottom for
coining.

"I'm about ready for a break," Amalie said, "I don't think I can carry
much more inside of me." After the Rat gave her that last capsule, she
knelt on the stage and bent forward, so her breasts were pressed against
the floor and her behind thrust up in the air for all to see. She
teasingly wiggled her bare bottom in front of the crowd, then rolled
over onto her back. Next, she lifted her legs up in the air and brought
them over her face. This, of course, caused her skirt to fall upwards
and expose her tight, hairless sex. While she held this position for a
moment, a burly Human fellow leaned over the edge of the stage and
managed to slip a gold coin up her butt to join all the other coins and
capsules she was carrying. She then thrust herself up so only her
shoulders were supporting her, locked a leg around one of the poles, and
continued to push herself up into a handstand. A few seconds later, she
righted herself, coming down into a full split.

"This song is almost over, dear," Rhiana assured her and the Skunks,
"then we can all take a short recess in the back and cash out. Oh, and
it looks like your biggest fan is back with another token of
appreciation."

Amalie smiled at the Furling Rat, who was once again waiting at the edge
of the stage with a cash capsule in his mouth. She sauntered over to him
and gently ran her fingers across his face. As before, she turned around
and thrust her bottom out at him. She gasped as the capsule was inserted
into her now rather full aft chamber. But instead of feeling that long
tongue press in after it as before, she felt a long, taloned finger push
itself deep up inside her.

"Oh, you are a naughty lad," she teased, "Perhaps after cashing out, we
can retire to a private suite, and I can give you a private
performance."

"Young lady," The voice behind her sent a chill of foreboding rippling
through her body. Amalie bent over so that she was looking between her
spread legs, and was mortified to see Warden Arlin standing where the
Rat had been moments ago, and not only standing behind her, but standing
behind her with one of his fingers up her butt.

"C-Court Warden," she stammered, "Wh-what brings you here? Don't you
have paperwork or somethin' to be doing back at the palace?"

"Princess Amalie," Arlin growled. He extracted his finger from her
depths and motioned for her to stand up. "The party is over, m'lady.
Come with me."

As if on cue, the music came to an abrupt halt and silence reigned
briefly in the area around the stage. Kennewick and Katella, who were
down on all fours, with their gyrating asses thrust up in the air,
stopped and peered over their shoulders at the towering Feline. Their
hearts racing, and their large, green eyes wide with fear, they
nervously arose to their feet and turned to face the Warden. Arlin
motioned for them to come join him and Amalie, a commanding gesture that
they understood would be foolish for them to disobey.

Rhiana also looked frightened. She nervously approached Arlin and placed
a hand on his arm, "I'm truly sorry about this, Warden. I had no idea
that the Princess was not to be here. Please don't..."

"Don't worry your lovely feathery head over this, Rhiana," Arlin
interrupted her, "You and Everett have done no wrong. It's these three
brats who are in trouble, not you."

The Secretary Bird's expression changed from one of worry to relief,
"Oh, thank-you so much. As I'm sure most anyone here would vouch,
neither I nor my brother would ever knowingly engage in any practices
that would violate Lovenmusk's laws. We may be rather unconventional in
our activities, but we do operate an honest and upright establishment."

"I do not doubt you at all, miss," Arlin assured her, "Still, before I
depart, I must request that you present your tail to me for a moment."

Being the submissive and obedient bird she was, Rhiana humbly turned to
face the back wall, assumed a position like she appeared on the sign
outside, and lifted her tailfeathers, providing a lovely view of her
muscular, white-down covered rump, "Your word is law, Warden. My bottom
is for your pleasure." She turned her head to peer over her shoulder at
Arlin, gave him a mischievous wink, and added, "even here in the
presence of all these witnesses, for whom this should be a pleasure to
behold."

Amalie giggled, eliciting a warning glare from Arlin, "Oh! Are you going
to give her a spanking for harboring us, Warden?"

The Tiger did not grace her question with an answer. Instead, he placed
one paw on Rhiana's rump, using his thumb to spread her plush cheeks
just a little. With the other paw, he reached into his pouch, extracted
a gold coin, and expertly slid it deep into her nether passage like he
did previously to Everett. "This is my thanks to you for taking these
three young ones under your wing and keeping them safe."

He then landed a playful, but firm swat on the bird's butt and gave her
a devilish smile as she stood upright again and turned back around, "My
most humble apologies, m'lady. But I was not able to resist such a
tempting target. His little display was met with raucous cheers and lewd
catcalls, and hearty requests to take Rhiana all the way right there on
the stage. He had to admit to himself that he would gladly oblige the
hungry masses, and the look in the bird's eyes when she turned around
and smiled at him told him that she would have no qualms about putting
on a performance with him as well. But sadly, he had to restrain
himself, considering he was still on duty, and urgently needed to return
the princess and her friends to the palace.

"Do be sure to visit us again soon, Warden," Rhiana exhorted him. She
gently nuzzled his cheeks with her beak, then turned her gaze on Amalie,
Kennewick, and Katella, "And as for you three, thank you very much for
gracing us tonight with your presence. You all performed remarkably well
tonight. You danced like professionals. Perhaps some day, you might even
be able to dance for us here full time."

"Thank-you, ma'am," Kennewick replied, speaking for all three of them,
"It was pretty fun being up on stage and on display. I learned a lot in
such a short time."

"And we made a lot in such a short time," his sister added, "My butt is
so full of coins and cash capsules, it's going to be a rather
uncomfortable walk back to the palace tonight."

"Well, you kids earned every last bit," Rhiana assured them. She gave
them a final hug, a tender peck-kiss on the cheek, and a pat on their
tender bottoms, "I don't know what's in store for you three tonight, but
I do sincerely wish you all the best of luck."

"Hah!" Amalie said, "I know exactly what's in store. And no amount of
luck is going to provide any relief."

"That's enough, Princess," Arlin growled, "Come along now. Regent
Tormanin is worried sick about you kids." Without another word, he
turned around and herded the three youngsters through the crowd.

Back on the stage behind them, Rhiana's musical voice cut through the
noise as she announced, "Thank you all for being here with us tonight.
As much as I'm enjoying dancing for you, I'm sorry to announce that I
really must take a bit of a break. But don't fret, dear friends. The
night is still young, and we still have plenty of entertainment for you
tonight. In fact, you will soon be entranced by the delightful LiKressa.
I do hope that you will treat her as wonderfully as you have treated me,
the Princess, and her friends. In the meantime, the bar is still open
and the band is on fire. Drink and dance. The night is yours, here at Up
Yours!" A hearty cheer rang out as the band started up again with a
jamming fiery tune and the dance floor filled up.


"Great show tonight, Princess! Here's hoping we see you again soon."
Arlin and his entourage cast a gaze over towards the bar on their trek
to the door. The Furling Rat that had previously giving Amalie so much
attention and cash had retired to drink with the Gnome that the Tiger
had glared at previously. The two had been joined by a pair of Human
ladies, one dark skinned with silvery-white hair, and the other a
fair-skinned brunette, both clad identically in school girl style
pleated minidresses similar to those Kennewick and Katella wore, only
red and white instead of green and white.

"Yeah, per'aps you can teach our lady friends here a move or two," the
Gnome said. He grinned at the dark-skinned lady and landed a friendly
swat on her butt beneath her skirt, "You'd like that, wouldn't you,
Triniti?" The girl just gave him a rather tipsy smile and a playful peck
on the cheek.

The Tiger simply gave them a look that warned them, in no uncertain
terms, to banish such thoughts from their minds, and the four of them
promptly finished their drinks and hurriedly excused themselves to go
engage in some private entertainment back in one of the private suites.
At the door, they encountered Allisson and Amanda, with Karlisle and
Nyrion in tow. Both the Dwarf and Karlisle looked rather nervous, no
surprise really, considering the activities they would soon be engaging
in with the two whores.

"And the mighty hunter gets his prey in the end," Amanda declared,
flashing a playful wink to her brother, and a sympathetic smirk to his
captives.

"As does the mighty huntress," Arlin replied, "Well done, sis. Well
done."

Nyrion smiled sheepishly, "Ah, what can I say, Warden?" he confessed,
"The kitten here proved to be more persuasive than me."

"Chalk up another pair of victories for life's pleasures," Allisson
declared, "and another pair of defeats for uptight prudishness."

Forgetting momentarily the trouble she was in, Amalie's eyes lit up at
the sight of the cute Raccoon lad Allisson was leading, "Karly! It's
about time you got away from those tightasses and their silly protests
outside. Figures it would take some sibling revelry to break your
shell."

The insides of Karlisle's ears showed a bit of reddening as everyone
within hearing range learned that he was about to lose his virginity to
his big sister. "Well...Allie always did look out for me," he stammered.

"Aw, don't be so nervous," the Princess chided him, "It's not as if you
two are the first ever to..."

"Princess, that's enough," Arlin interrupted. He leaned over to Karlisle
and gave him a squeeze on the shoulder, "Don't be scared, son," he
reassured him, "Trust me, Allisson will take good care of you."

Karlisle smiled nervously up at the Tiger and nodded, then boldly
wrapped an arm around Allisson's waist, resting a paw firmly on her
rump.

"Atta boy, there," Arlin commended him, "Now, we really must be getting
back to the palace. We need to get you kids cashed out and then properly
paddled before putting you to bed." He took out his data pad and keyed
in a call for a pickup, then gave Kennewick and Katella each a zap under
their skirts with his lightning crop to prod them along. "Get a move on,
you." The skunks cried out a yelp of surprise as the jolt of electricity
from the crop burned their bottoms.

"Seeya at school tomorrow, Karly!" Amalie called over her shoulder as
the three were herded out the door.


The crowd of protesters had dispersed already; only a small pawful of
Chastity Society members were still hanging around outside of Up Yours,
Arlin noted as the trio made their way to the patrol car waiting at the
curb. Standing beside the cruiser was Denali. The Otter was holding the
front passenger-side door open, like a chauffeur, "Your ride, sir, and
madames," she said, putting on a comical high class snooty accent. Arlin
hustled the youngsters into the front seat of the cruiser, and he
nestled himself into the back, next to Denali's prisoners, a pair of
shackled and subdued Ornith Crows, one male and one quite female. He
guessed that the two were most likely mates or lovers in addition to
partners in crime. "To the Regent's Estate, I presume?" Denali asked.

"But of course," Arlin replied, "And hurry, but hurry safely. The
princess and her friends have an appointment with Regent Tormanin about
their behavior before they are put to bed for the night. And it is
getting rather late."

"Ah, I see. So some young'uns are destined for a date with the paddle,"
the Otter concluded.

"Yes," Arlin confirmed, "That goes without saying." Denali, of course,
was unable to see the Warden's knowing smirk as he thought about
tomorrow morning's proceedings culminating in the Otter laying over his
lap and her own aft end being warmed by him.

"What did they do to warrant yours and Regent Tormanin's wrath?" the
Ornith Crow sitting next to him dared to ask.

Arlin turned his gaze to her and looked her over. She was a pretty
little thing, most likely in her late teens. She looked rather
frightened, sitting there wearing nothing but her shackles. Without even
having to do a mental probe, the Tiger could tell that this was her
first time in trouble with the law. He figured there would be no harm in
talking about Amalie and her friends' activities. Just a minimal amount
of information would be harmless, especially since tonight's happenings
would be in tomorrow's gossip channels anyway. "They were engaged in
conduct unbecoming of a prominent members of the Regency household," he
said, "And that is more than enough information for you on this matter.
You and your partner there obviously have other more serious worries to
occupy your thoughts."

The Ornith girl nodded her head and let the matter drop, "Aye, sir. I
won't probe any further. The biz and scandals of the upper high and
mighties hold no interest for me anyway."

"Enough chatter, Darlene," the other Crow interjected, "Just sit quiet,
think of how we're going to build our defense, and don't annoy the
officers."

The girl sighed and cast a glance over at her partner, "I'm sorry,
daddy," she said, "I'm just a little scared and thought that a bit of
conversation might help..."

"I said enough chatter, young lady," he interrupted, giving the Tiger an
apologetic look.

"You're her father?" Arlin asked. Even though he had not made the faux
pas of verbally thinking the two were lovers, he still felt a tinge of
embarrassment over his earlier assessment. It was often hard to tell
with birds, just from a casual glance, but the Crow's proud bearing and
air of authority in his voice when he spoke to Darlene, did tend to
indicate that he was an elder to her instead of an equal.

"That's an affirmative, sir," he replied, "Name's Beryl, and this young
chatterbird is my daughter, Darlene. You'll have to forgive her. She is
always flapping her beak a little too much."

The Tiger nodded understanding, "That's normal for young'uns. Anyway,
despite your current situation, I will still say it's a pleasure to make
your acquaintance, Beryl; and yours too, Darlene. So, is this your first
time on the wrong side of the law?"

"For my daughter, it is, but I myself have been in dungeons several
times over the years," Beryl admitted, "However, up until now, it was
all for minor, petty infractions."

"I see," the Tiger growled, "First time in the big leagues, eh? What did
you nab them for, Denali?"


The Otter pulled the cruiser into a left turn, heading up a narrower
street than the one they were previously on. Far off in the distance,
the Regent's Estate, their destination, loomed before them, "Armed
robbery it was," she reported, "Lovenmusk Central Bank. Fortunately, all
stolen assets were recovered; there were no casualties, and no
significant property damage." She reached back to hand Arlin her
datapad.

"Whoa! That is big time," Arlin mused, "I pity the both of you. Master
Toraq is going to have a wonderful time working you over and prepping
you for ten years unpaid service to the highest bidder."

"Hah!" Darlene snapped, "We're not afraid. Right, daddy? After all,
we're Orniths. We can happily take whatever punishments any dungeon
warden can dish out to us."

Amalie turned around and smiled at the young Crow, "Then you are in for
quite a treat," she said. The smirk on her face gave Darlene a chill,
"Master Toraq is the most infamous dungeon warden in the entire world.
Isn't that right, Katella?"

The Skunkette nodded her head and giggled, "Yeppers. Master Toraq is the
best of the best at what he does. And he will absolutely enjoy training
and disciplining you."

"Hah again, I say," Darlene shot back, "Bring him on. Like I just said,
we can take any punishment anyone can give out. We're Orniths,
remember?"

"So is Master Toraq," Kennewick chimed in.

"Oh, fuck," the girl moaned. Kennewick's revelation about their soon to
be caretaker was like a kick in the chest, and she immediately
transformed from a proud, arrogant brat back to the frightened young
girl Arlin had earlier observed minutes before. She whimpered and rested
her head on her father's shoulder. "I'm scared now, daddy. If I had
known that getting caught would put us into the talons of another
bird..."

"Oh, don't you worry your feathery head, sweetie," Beryl said, trying to
comfort his daughter and set her at ease. "I'm sure that we can
withstand whatever this Master Toraq can dish out. And I know that our
reps will be able to manage a lighter sentence for us, or at least for
you, since this is your first time. Chances are, that ten years slavery
will be reduced to a year at the most."

"Don't count on it," Arlin warned him, "Regent Tormanin does not take
crimes like yours lightly at all, and he rarely ever grants leniency for
first offenses." He gave Beryl a naughty smile, "On the bright side,
it's quite possible that your daughter will take well to the life of a
slave, and those ten years will pass quickly. As for you though, you can
probably expect more than a mere decade."

"Oh? Why so?" Beryl asked.

"Oh, I'm just taking your past record into account," the Tiger replied.
"According to the data we have on you, you have a rather interesting
history, what with your previous convictions for various scams,
extortions, thefts, illegal slave trafficking, and whatnot. You can
probably expect to receive a quarter century of unpaid service."

"We'll see," Beryl countered, "We'll see."

The remainder of the ride passed in silence. Finally, the cruiser
reached its destination, and Arlin and Denali parted ways for the
evening. The Otter led the Crows off to be booked and turned over to
Master Toraq for initial pre trial disciplining, while the Tiger
delivered Princess Amalie and the Skunks to Regent Tormanin for their
impending punishment.


It was not an unpleasant task. The insides of Warden Arlin's ears were
burning with guilty embarrassment as his fingers probed deep under
Kennewick and Katella's tails, extracting the cash capsules and coins
that they had earned during their performance at Up Yours. Young, they
might be, but the Tiger could tell that the two Skunks were getting
aroused and enjoying the procedure, stripped of their school girl
minidresses, and bent over a low bench with their tails raised and ass
ends thrust up and out, vulnerably exposed for all to see. Kennewick's
arousal was visible, of course, and Katella's scent as well as her soft
moans and alluring back arch each time the Tiger's fingers probed up her
ass, made her feelings obvious. Arlin understood that their reactions
were perfectly normal for Furlings. Expressions of sexuality came
naturally to their race. But he still couldn't shake the feelings of
embarrassment for the twins, considering that they were barely a dozen
years of age, and as far as he knew, still virgins. He also felt self
conscious about his body's own reactions to the extraction process, and
was thankful that the five of them, himself, the Skunks, Regent
Tormanin, and Princess Amalie, were the only ones present in the
audience chamber tonight.. The Skunks' arousal was contagious, and he
could not deny that Kennewick and Katella's aft ends were irresistible,
evidenced by the hard press of his maleness against his tight leathers.
In an attempt to guide his thoughts elsewhere while he pulled coins and
capsules from the young Furlings' bottoms, he turned his gaze to
Princess Amalie.

This tactic failed, of course. The sight of the Princess, also stripped
of all clothing and bent over the bench, with her father's left hand on
her round, plush bottom and his other hand probing deep up her nether
depths to cash her out, was no less torturous. In fact, it was even
moreso, due to her lack of fur, making her truly and fully naked. He
sighed to himself, futilely attempting to banish numerous improper
thoughts from his mind, * COME NOW, ARLIN, * he silently scolded
himself, * THIS IS PRINCESS FIONA, DAUGHTER OF YOUR EMPLOYER AND MOST
TRUSTED FRIEND. SHE IS BARELY FOURTEEN YEARS OF AGE, STILL A TENDER
TAIL, AND HAS STILL NEVER FELT A SHAFT IN HER DEPTHS. 'TIS NOT RIGHT FOR
YOU TO BE LUSTING AFTER HER ASSETS. *

He turned his gaze away from Amalie's bare, upturned butt, and put his
focus back on the Skunks' aft ends, digging deep inside them to extract
the last of their earnings. "Okay, on your feet, you two," he ordered,
giving Kennewick and Katella a firm open-paw slap on their asses for
emphasis. The twins arose from the bench and looked in amazement at the
two jars on the floor by their feet. They were close to overflowing with
cash capsules and coins, as was the third jar, which Regent Tormanin was
filling up with his daughter's own earnings from tonight's performance.

"Looks like you youngsters were quite the hit tonight at Everett and
Rhiana's place," Arlin chuckled, thankful for this brief distraction
from his naughty thoughts.

"I...I had no idea just how much I was carrying," Kennewick said, "And I
also never realized how much money my ass could hold, for that matter. I
honestly didn't think I was all that good on stage tonight."

"Apparently, everyone else at Up Yours thought you were pretty damn
good," the Tiger commended him, "And even I will admit that you were
quite enjoyable to watch, you too Katella."

The Skunkette smiled shyly, and a light reddening could be seen through
the white fluff on her cheeks and inside her ears, "Thank-you, Warden
Arlin," she replied, her voice a meek, embarrassed whisper, "I did have
a lot of fun, and I think it was worth it, even though it got us in
trouble. Oh, and I'm not surprised at all at how much you were able to
take in, Kennewick. A lot of people, even total strangers seem to
naturally become obsessed with your bottom for some unknown reason.
Plus, you've had a lot of self-conditioning already, seeing how you are
always stuffing anything you can up your butt whenever you get the
chance."

Now, it was Kennewick's turn to blush, "Kattie, please. Do you hafta
blab that to everyone?"

"Oh, come on," she snapped back at him, "It's not as if your obsession
with your own bottom is any big secret. I mean, pretty much everyone in
the palace, as well as everyone at school knows that you..."

"Kattie..." he warned her.

"Alright," Arlin interrupted, "enough bickering. You two already have a
pretty heavy duty paddling coming to you. Keep this up, and it could be
doubled." This was more than enough to shut the two Furlings up. They
gave each other a playful glare, then turned their collective gaze on
Princess Amalie, or more appropriately, on Princess Amalie's smooth,
bare bottom, from which Regent Tormanin was still extracting coins and
capsules.

Amalie gave a passionate moan and whimper as her daddy's large fingers
probed deep inside her. She turned her head and gave Arlin a coy smile,
"What about me, Warden?" she asked, "Was I not enjoyable to watch as
well?"

Arlin adjusted his position slightly in order to conceal his unbidden
arousal, as his mind once more filled with lewd thoughts about his
princess. He turned his gaze to Tormanin, who had paused momentarily in
his enviable task, his right hand still buried up his daughter's butt.
The Regent gave the Tiger an amused grin and nodded to reassure him that
he was free to speak his thoughts.

"At the risk of bringing your father's wrath down upon me," Arlin
growled, "I can not deny that your performance was indeed most
delightful and titillating, Princess. And had I been anyone else, you,
the Skunks, and Rhiana would have driven me into bankruptcy tonight."

"She is becoming quite the stunning young lady," Regent Tormanin said.
He removed the last cash capsule from Amalie's depths, dropped it into
the jar on the floor beside him, and combed his fingers through his
shoulder-length mane of salt and pepper colored, silky hair, "I have no
doubt that some day, she will make some lucky fellow very happy, should
she ever choose to take a mate."

"Well, truth be known, sir," Arlin replied, "I would feel both envious
of, and sorry for such a lad, considering what an intense and
incorrigible personality your daughter possesses. Anyone who would dare
take her on had better be extremely submissive or even more headstrong
than she."

"Aye," the Regent agreed, "He will most certainly be an exceptional
character to deal with my daughter. Now, up on your feet, young lady."
He gave Amalie a firm, but affectionate pat on her rump.

Arlin could not help but think that Tormanin had him in mind as a future
mate for Amalie. The thought delightfully teased him, no doubt about
that. But deep down, he truly believed that he would not be right for
her. He cast a glance over to the Skunks again. They were standing
submissively side by side, holding paws, while their tails twitched
nervously. Kennewick was also showing a hard shaft of pink protruding
from the furry sheath between his legs. But apparently, he was either
unaware, or nonplussed by his aroused state. Arlin couldn't blame him
though, what with the little floor show he had just witnessed. Now that
dear lad, the Tiger mused, would be most likely to someday become
Amalie's mate. Or at the very least, he would most definitely be the
first to couple with her, and probably the first to boink his twin
sister for that matter, what with them being so emotionally bonded
together as an inseparable duo. He and Katella absolutely adored their
princess, and were always ready and willing to carry out her bidding.
The twins were almost like personal pets to Amalie. And in fact, that
was quite often how others around the palace, especially Master Toraq,
thought of them. He felt sorry for the Skunks, considering what they
were about to experience over his lap in a few minutes. It wasn't their
fault that they found themselves in trouble, at least not fully their
fault. The greatest blame for their predicament fell on the princess
they so adoringly followed. She was a natural leader, and the twins felt
it was their duty to obey her every whim.


"Amalie, Kennewick, Katella, stand before me now," Tormanin ordered. His
voice reverberated with authority. The three young miscreants hastily
stepped forward and faced their judge. Standing before the Regent, with
their feet spread and hands clasped behind them, the trio met Tormanin's
stern gaze. Kennewick's erection had receded back into his sheath, and
he and his sister looked frightened. Their musky scent was stronger than
normal as well, which confirmed their fear over the upcoming judgment
about to be passed upon them. Princess Amalie, on the other hand,
remained calm and aloof. Even standing totally naked before her father,
the most influential man in the entire region, she still managed to hold
onto her pride and slight arrogance, looking every bit the regal young
princess she was.

"Amalie, your actions tonight were absolutely unbefitting of a girl of
your status. It's bad enough that you frequently insist on parading
skyclad about the palace whenever you feel like it, but strutting about
on stage at a night club in the shadowy part of town, flaunting your
tender assets for all to see and even feel is going too far."

"Oh, come on, daddy," Amalie argued, "We just wanted to have a little
fun outside the palace tonight, to unwind after finishing my big
assignment for school tomorrow. Everett and Rhiana would not have let
anything bad happen to us, and as you had said moments ago, I am pretty
much a young lady now. I should be able to enjoy things grown ups get to
enjoy."

Tormanin sighed in frustration. The girl just wasn't getting it. His icy
gray eyes narrowed to slits as he continued chiding his daughter, "You
may have the body of a young lady, Amalie; no one is denying that.
However, you still have the mind and attitudes of a tender tail. You
always go off and do whatever strikes your whims without a second
thought for the possible consequences to you, your friends here, or our
household. I can just imagine what the headlines are going to say
tomorrow morning. This is not going to be good for the Regency."

"Oh, everything will be fine, daddy," Amalie pressed on, "I didn't see
any reporters inside. They were all covering the Chastity Society's
protests. Besides, even if there had been reporters there, it would make
for good publicity for us anyway. Just look at how Everett and Rhiana's
club is doing, what with them being married despite being brother and
sister."

"You just don't understand, honey," Tormanin said, "We are not a night
club. We are the ruling family for this region. Those birds' sibling
revelry may be great for their business, but for us, your naughty
activities could be considered scandalous, which is not a good thing in
the social and political scenes. You are my heir, Amalie. When I am
retired or dead, you will assume control of Rain Valley. And it would be
bad for us if the people knew their leader as a dancing stage slut. Your
actions tonight were completely irresponsible, and can be a virtual
black eye to our household."

"But daddy, like I said, there were no reporters inside. No harm was
done to your precious reputation."

"You don't know that for sure," Arlin interjected, "Just because you
didn't see anyone obviously writing up a story about the Party Princess
of Lovenmusk does not mean that your actions went unnoticed. And even
worse, had I not arrived to bring you home, you and the Skunks could
have easily become prey for slavers."

"Ah, that's silly," Amalie giggled, "No slaver would dare try to take me
or my friends. Who would they sell us to? It's not as if we are unknown
to the rest of the world."

"Perhaps you are fairly well known across Lockke," the Tiger said, "But
there are many many worlds throughout the galaxy where no one would have
a clue about your identity and heritage. And as this one Gnomish fellow
commented during your performance tonight, you would definitely be worth
a considerable sum."

"What? you think that guy with the Panther and those two Human girls
might be slavers?" Amalie asked.

Arlin shook his head, "I don't think so. Slavers haven't been active in
this part of the world in a long time. No, I think that group might have
just been talent scouts pondering hiring you, Kennewick, and Katella to
dance for them, or to provide other services."


"At any rate," Tormanin said, resuming control of the conversation, "the
actions of you three youngsters were unacceptable tonight, and
punishment has been earned."

"Spankings, I presume?" Kennewick meekly asked.

"Yes," the Regent affirmed, "You have each earned a firm twenty swat
paddling on your unclad bottoms."

"Twenty?" Katella repeated, protectively placing her paws over her
plush, tender rear.

Regent Tormanin nodded his head, "Yes, twenty. And as for your cash
earnings, Kennewick and Katella may keep theirs. However," he looked
down at the jar on the floor beside him, "Princess Amalie's tips will be
donated to one of the homeless shelters. Punishments are to be carried
out immediately. Warden Arlin, the Skunks' aft ends are commended to
your stern care."

The Tiger solemnly nodded his head, "By your command, my liege," he
growled. He took the paddle Tormanin handed to him. It was one that
originally started life as a joriball paddle, made of a fairly pricey
and rare hard wood. It's thickness was approximately that of a Human's
little finger; the elliptical "blade" was a full two and a half hands in
length, and the handle, wrapped in black leather, was just the right
length for either a one or two-handed grip. He sat down on the bench,
silently nodded his head at Kennewick, and patted his thigh. The Furling
lad, already intimately familiar with this ritual, nervously assumed his
position face-down across his muscular lap.

With one arm firmly holding the Skunk's bushy tail out of the way and
against his back, Arlin gave the boy's soft, vulnerably exposed licorice
and whipped cream-furred musk end a few tentative light pats with the
paddle. Then without warning, he lifted the board high in the air and
brought it down hard on his butt, striking squarely on the sit spot of
his right cheek. The impact echoed throughout the room with a loud
smacking thud, muffled slightly by the plush furry pelt that covered his
butt. This was immediately followed by a second strike on the right
side, and one across the middle; it was pretty much a typical strike
pattern all cubs and young adults were accustomed to. The pattern was
repeated, only higher on his rump, along the upper curve, and then again
dead center. Kennewick proved to be a stalwart lad, and took his
paddling with little more than a series of sharp gasps and whimpers. He
did squirm and struggle a little as the paddle slammed against his ass
over and over again, but the firm press of Arlin's arm across his back
held him in place securely enough to keep him from slipping off his lap.

The spankings the kids have been taking lately had become much harder
than they were a few months ago. Arlin and Tormanin were pretty certain
that the youngsters weren't secretly enjoying the lighter normal
paddlings they had received back then, but they both agreed that these
kids were getting to that age when they were becoming more and more
aware of their bodies and confusing feelings. It was only a matter of
time before they started eroticizing the feel of the paddle and other
disciplinary tools on their bottoms, a perfectly normal and expected
phenomenon among many races, as Kata had hinted at earlier that night.
So to ensure that the paddlings earned did indeed serve as punishment,
the Regent and Warden determined that they would be spanked with
considerably more intensity than normal, hard enough that it would take
Ornith-calibre willpower to actually get aroused by the ordeal.

In addition to feeling sorry for the kids, Arlin also found himself
feeling a little guilty. As Kennewick lay there submissively across his
lap, getting his cute little bottom thoroughly paddled, the Tiger was
unable to banish more improper thoughts from his mind. The sight of the
Skunk boy's upturned butt in front of him caused a stir deep within him.
Each smack of the paddle on those sweet, musky southern cheeks
intensified the tingling sensation growing deep within his loins, and he
had to exercise tremendous willpower to prevent his maleness from
hardening and pressing against Kennewick's tummy, giving away his
growing arousal. He had discussed this matter with both Regent Tormanin
and Master Toraq on several occasions, confessing the disturbing
feelings he experienced when disciplining the kids. Both of them
reassured Arlin many many times that such feelings were perfectly normal
and acceptable. And in fact, as Toraq had pointed out, the Warden was
well within his rights to get aroused when administering spankings, even
spankings administered to youngsters, since that could easily enhance
the embarrassment aspect of the punishment, which was every bit as
important as the pain aspect. Despite these reassurances, Arlin still
could not shake the feelings of guilt whenever he entertained thoughts
of using Kennewick and Katella's tails after spanking them. Ignoring the
burning growing within him, the Tiger pressed on with his task, landing
the final two swats again on Kennewick's burning sit spot, both evenly
across both cheeks.


He released his grip on the boy, and helped him to his feet. Kennewick
was sniffling and whimpering softly, his muzzle damp with tears. He
stood aside and tried futilely to rub the intense fire from his
well-punished bottom, which showed a lovely soft crimson glow beneath
the snowy white fur. Arlin turned his gaze to Katella, and again patted
his leather-clad thigh. She submissively stepped forward, and like her
brother, obediently positioned herself across the powerful Tiger's lap.

The Warden wasted no time at all, and immediately began beating the
Furling girl's furry ass in earnest, following the same pattern he took
with her brother. Unlike her twin, Katella yelped out loudly with each
swat, at least up until the sixth time the paddle struck her cute tender
bottom. By then, she was crying rather loudly, not enough to be heard
beyond the closed doors of the audience chamber, but still loud enough
to where her pained sobs and wailings almost drowned out the smack of
wood against furry flesh. As before, Arlin felt himself getting rather
aroused, and had to mentally struggle to hold back the erection that was
threatening to grow beneath his leathers and give away his shameful
desires for the tender tail girl's virgin assets. Finally, much to both
his and Katella's relief, the twentieth and final swat slammed down
across the center of her burning, glowing butt. He helped the crying
lass to her feet, where she immediately began rubbing her ass and
hopping back and forth, doing what was commonly called the Redtail
dance.

Arlin stood up and handed the paddle back to Regent Tormanin, "Justice
has been served, your excellency," he solemnly announced.

Tormanin nodded and gave him an understanding smile, "Thank-you, Warden
Arlin. Now, please stay and serve as witness to the final proceedings
before we put these three delinquents to bed for the night, that is, if
you don't have any other more pressing matters to which you must
attend."

"Well, I do have a couple dates tonight, sir," he confessed, "But they
can wait a little longer, since we didn't set any specific times, and
they are going to be out and about pretty late tonight anyway."

Tormanin nodded again, then turned his gaze on his daughter. Amalie was
idly kneading Kennewick's rump, attempting to soothe some of the
soreness under his tail. "Princess Amalie," he said.

The girl looked up at her daddy and smiled, "Is it time?"

"Aye," the Regent replied, "Kennewick and Katella have received their
punishment. Now it is time for yours. Front and center, young lady, you
too, Kennewick."

The Princess and her pet Skunk obediently stepped forward and faced the
large, graying man, awaiting his orders. "Twenty swats," he reiterated,
"Kennewick, bend over, spread your legs, and place your paws on the
bench."

The boy assumed his position, once again presenting his furry bottom.
This position was even more alluring and tantalizing. It spoke of total
submissiveness, obedience, and humility, traits that had been hammered
into him and his sister easily after they had been brought under the
Regent's protection.

"Amalie, hold onto him so that he does not hurt himself," Tormanin
instructed his daughter, "Katella, hold your brother's tail up out of
the way."

Katella, her bottom still very sore and red, took her place to
Kennewick's right, grasped his tail, and lifted it up to fully expose
his bottom, which still showed the blush from his previous paddling over
Arlin's lap. Meanwhile, princess Amalie placed her gentle hands firmly
on the boy's shoulders, and pressed down just enough to hold him in
place.

"Twenty swats for Princess Amalie," Tormanin repeated, "to be shared
between you and your sister, Kennewick, as per your agreement as her
paddle girls."


The Regent positioned himself behind and to the left of Kennewick,
assumed a two-handed grip on the joriball paddle, gave the Skunk's
vulnerably thrust out rump the customary pair of warm up pats, then
pulled the board back and swung it full force. It landed square across
the boy's bottom with a loud smack, causing Kennewick to yelp out. The
paddle struck a second time, firmly impacting the right cheek, and the
lad yelped again. He did his best to hold his position despite the
intense fire that coursed through his butt with each swat. His fingers
took a death grip on the edge of the bench as the paddle struck a third
time, landing on his left flank.

Katella and Amalie winced sympathetically each time the paddle connected
with Kennewick's butt. Katella felt like she had will 'o wisps dancing
around in her tummy as she waited with dreadful anticipation her turn to
receive Regent Tormanin's wrath on her still sore bottom. Amalie, who
maintained her firm grip on Kennewick's shoulders, bent down and
whispered encouragement in his ear, "You are doing good, my pet," she
told him. The fourth smack of the paddle landed again on the left side
of his butt, along the upper curve, followed by a matching blow on the
opposite cheek. "You're half way there now. Only five more to go." She
planted an affectionate kiss on his forehead.

Kennewick couldn't hold back any longer. He tensed up and closed his
eyes tight, trying to hold back the tears. But the sixth smack of the
paddle, again on the upper curve of his ass, across the middle, was too
much, and a steady stream of salty moisture flowed freely down his face.
His whimpers became a loud, but not ear-shattering bawling, as the
paddle slammed dead center on his sit spot. As expected, the eight and
ninth swats connected on the lower curve of his rump, one on the left
cheek and one on the right.

"Only one more to go," Katella announced, adding her encouragement to
Amalie's.

"And then it's your turn," the princess giggled. Katella just nodded
solemnly. She didn't understand why Amalie thought this was cute or
funny. But she said nothing. It was not her place to question the
princess's thoughts and feelings.

Kennewick nodded his head, closed his eyes tight, and gritted his teeth.
His whole body tensed in pained anticipation. This would be the worst of
the ten.

"Relax," Arlin coached him, "It is a little more bearable if you take it
without your haunches flexed taut. That gives you a little more
cushioning down there to absorb the blow. But you should know that good
and well by now." He gave Kennewick's burning rump a friendly pat and
squeeze. The Skunk took a deep breath and forced himself to relax as the
Tiger suggested. As he exhaled, the paddle came down a final time,
slamming with excruciating force once more on the center of his sit
spot. He collapsed over the bench, his body quivering uncontrollably as
he cried. Princess Amalie gently caressed his neck and face, wiping the
moisture from his cheekfluff. Katella also gave her brother some
comfort, by kneading his glowing, abused bottom with her paws, and even
planting a series of sisterly kisses under his tail, which caused him to
wince and then blush.


After a couple minutes, Kennewick finally regained his composure, and
arose to his feet. Princess Amalie and Katella took turns pressing their
mouths tenderly against his while reaching around to knead his paddled
aft end even more.

"That was impressive, love," Katella chirred. "And don't you dare feel
any embarrassment for crying like you did. With a paddling like you just
took, I would have started worrying if you didn't cry. You took it
better than I could hope to. I mean, I will probably be bawling by the
second swat."

"Aw, it wasn't easy, sis," Kennewick replied, "But I know you will do
fine too. I've seen your bottom take some pretty hard punishments over
the years. But like Warden Arlin said, try to relax."

"I'm proud of you, my little pet," Amalie said, "I don't think I can
ever take a spanking like that." She wiped a final lingering tear from
Kennewick's cheek, wrapped her arms around him, and held him close.

"That's what me and Katella are here for, my princess," Kennewick
replied, "so that you don't ever have to take a spanking." He felt a
little self conscious about the princess pawing him like he was a doll.
There was something about the feel of her smooth, naked body pressing
into him. He had no idea why, but the pillow-like softness of her small,
but developing breasts against his furry chest, and the strikingly
beautiful curve of her hips, which his paws traced over down to her
plush lightly tanned bare bottom, caused a disturbing stir within him,
and he felt a stiffening growing between his legs. He was confused and
bothered by all these alien feelings that he had been experiencing
lately in the presence of his princess. He knew it meant he wanted
something, but he did not know what. Perhaps he would schedule some time
to talk with Master Toraq tomorrow about his strange brew of emotions.

Kennewick's arousal did not escape Princess Amalie's notice, and neither
did the caress of his paws on her regal ass. She took a step back, stole
a quick glance down and the pink stiffness protruding from the Skunk's
sheath, and gave him a sly wink. "Well, again, I thank you for your
service. And come tomorrow night, I think I may have a special gift for
the two of you. No talk about it now though. This is going to be a
surprise."

Arlin and Tormanin exchanged a look and rolled their eyes. The Princess
still did not seem to get it. But, there was nothing to do about that
for now. Eventually she would come around, they were sure, and
understand that she had a responsibility to these two youngsters just as
they had their responsibilities to her, but apparently not tonight.


"Come along now," Tormanin chided the three, "We aren't yet finished. I
have a lot of work to do tonight, and the Warden has a busy evening
ahead as well. Katella, assume your position."

Kennewick's took a hold on his sister's tail as she bent over and
grasped the edge of the bench, presenting her sweet, musky bottom for
the next round of punishment. Amalie gripped the Skunkette's shoulders
to hold her in place, as she did with Kennewick. She solemnly nodded to
her father that they were ready. Regent Tormanin patted Katella's butt
twice with the paddle, pulled it back, then brought it down hard,
striking both cheeks equally across the upper curve of her very
curvaceous aft pillow. The impact caused Katella to give a yelp that
echoed heavily throughout the room. Following his usual pattern, the
Regent landed two more swats on her upper curve, striking the right
cheek, then the left cheek. Both were every bit as hard as the first,
and already the girl was crying loudly, not even attempting to hold back
the tears.

Kennewick's feelings of confusion burned even stronger as he stood
beside his sister, holding her tail up out of the way, while Regent
Tormanin paddled her bottom. The stiffness of his penis persisted, and
he felt more of the same stirrings within him like he felt when Amalie
held him. He did not understand at all why he was enjoying the sight of
Katella's bare, furry bottom getting spanked. After all, she was being
punished, and he knew exactly what she was going through, yet he also
found himself envious of Amalie's daddy. It was wrong of him to think
this, but Kennewick wished that he could be the one paddling his
sister's butt. He felt sorry for her, and guilty for himself for
thinking such thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, the thoughts
and desires remained, as did his erection. Yes, he would definitely have
to visit Master Toraq tomorrow. That bird would understand his feelings
and would help him sort out his thoughts.

While Kennewick had been fantasizing about spanking his sister, Regent
Tormanin had already administered the next three swats to her butt, this
time half way down her plush cheeks, one across the middle, one on the
left flank, followed by one on the right. Amalie was whispering
encouragement in the girl's ear, which Katella could barely hear through
her own wailings and the seemingly deafening smacks of the paddle on her
rear. Then as expected, the next three swats came down on the lower
curve of her ass, her sit spot; right, left, and center.

"Only one more to go, sis," Kennewick announced, "You are almost
finished. Remember to relax."

Just as her brother did, Katella took a deep breath, then slowly
exhaled, letting her haunches untense as she breathed out. The paddle
struck dead center on the lower third of her bottom, causing a final
gasp and loud wail to escape from the girl's throat, then she dropped to
her knees, quivering and weeping uncontrollably. Kennewick knelt beside
his twin sister and lovelingly caressed her well abused butt, his
fingers delicately tracing along the crevasse formed by her plush
cheeks.

"You did it, sis," he purred in her ear, "You too served our Princess
with tremendous honor." He took Katella in his arms and held her tight,
rocking back and forth on his knees while she cried softly into his
furry chest, "I'm proud of you." He helped her to her feet, then the two
of them stood alongside Princess Amalie, and faced Regent Tormanin.


The man gave the three a warm, loving smile; his gray eyes seemed to
sparkle in the soft white light of the large chandeliers that hung
overhead, "Kennewick, Katella," he said, "I just want you to know that I
am very proud of you two. When you were first brought before me three
years ago on pickpocketing charges, I felt bad about having to sentence
you to punishment at the hands of our dear, eccentric Master Toraq."

"Justice had to be carried out, your excellency," Kennewick replied, "It
would have been wrong for you to let us off easy just because we are so
young, and were homeless."

"Yes," Katella added, "Not carrying out your own laws on us would have
been unfair to those who had stood here for justice both before and
after us. We were deserving of no special treatment."

Tormanin felt his heart melting, "You two are so good and sweet," he
said, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, "I am honored to have you kids
as part of my household. You are precious to all of us; you brighten
this palace on even the gloomiest of days."

"I second that declaration, daddy," Amalie chimed in, "Kennewick and
Katella here are the best friends a girl could ever wish for. Thank-you
for taking them in after they had served their sentence."

"Yes yes," Tormanin said, "They are the best things that ever happened
to you, honey. And I do sincerely hope that some day, you will truly
appreciate the service they provide to save your regal ass."

"Oh, but I do appreciate what they do for me, daddy," Amalie argued, "I
thank them for their sacrifice every time we get into trouble."

The middle-aged man frowned at his daughter and sadly shook his head,
"Sweetness, I seriously doubt that you really and truly do appreciate
what these two precious young Furlings suffer for your incorrigibility.
But enough for now. It's getting late; you kids have classes tomorrow;
Warden Arlin has personal business to attend to, and I need to finish up
some paperwork for this upcoming trade agreement with Silver Sand Region
before turning in for the night." He stood up and gave his daughter and
the Skunks each a fatherly hug, pat on the bottom, and kiss on the
cheek.

"Now, come along, the Warden and I will see you three to bed."

"Daddy, I'm not quite tired enough yet to sleep," Amalie announced, "If
you don't mind, I want to do my nightly stroll around the perimeter atop
the palace wall before turning in, and get a bit of fresh air."

"Alright, fine," Tormanin agreed, "just don't go teasing any of the boys
or my guards who might see you parading about like a Nymph up there."

"Oh, I'll be good, daddy," Amalie giggled. She gave the Regent a peck on
the cheek, then went skipping out the side door, her bare bottom
jiggling cutely with each step.

Tormanin sighed and gave Arlin a helpless pleading look, "When did that
girl become a nudist, Warden? I swear, her flaunting her young womanly
body like that is going to get her into serious trouble one of these
days, trouble that can't be rectified by paddling her Furling friends."

Arlin chuckled and gave the Regent a friendly pat on the back, "Don't
worry yourself about her, your excellency," he assured him, "My troops
are watching her ass, so to speak. And trust me, we will not let her
come to harm."

"Yeah yeah," Tormanin retorted, "You and your people aren't the only
ones watching her ass. In fact, I suspect everyone is, in more ways than
one. Now come on; let's put these musk kittens to bed so you can get on
with your evening."


Arlin took the Skunks by the paw and they followed Regent Tormanin into
the depths of the palace. he led them up to the top floor where their
massive shared suite was. They could have each had their own space, had
they so desired, but they insisted on sharing a suite, since they felt
most comfortable sleeping together. The outer room was large and
comfortably furnished with a large couch and a pair of soft, comfortable
chairs arranged around a low table. One wall was taken up by a large
video screen, and the other walls had shelves full of books of all
types; fiction and non fiction of a wide array of subjects. These kids
loved to read, and were pretty advanced in their tastes for their age. A
double door made of heavily reinforced glass opened up onto a large
balcony, and a door in the wall by the video screen led to the bathing
chamber. They passed through the lounge and into a smaller room that
served as a study, then through another door leading to a sleeping
chamber that was as large as the lounge.

Katella climbed up onto the large, plush bed, and stat down with her
legs dangling over the edge, waiting for her brother. Kennewick had
veered off to the dresser at the far end of the room, "Kennewick, what
are you doing?" she asked impatiently, "We need to get some sleep."

"I want my buzzplug tonight," he replied, rummaging through the top
drawer. "Ah, here it is." He held up a large soft rubber shaft with a
tapered rounded end and a wide base, and padded over to the bed. He
handed the device to Arlin, and bent over, "Warden? Would you mind
putting this in me?"

The Tiger chuckled and gave the Skunk an affectionate swat on the rump,
"Of course I don't mind, silly boy." He crouched down behind him, "You
did have an electro-cleansing today, I presume?"

"Of course I did," Kennewick assured him. I wouldn't have wanted to
receive my tips tonight without cleansing first, y'know."

"Okay, okay. I just wanted to make certain." He glanced over at
Tormanin, who was grinning away like a naughty schoolboy. Arlin's ears
flattened out and the insides felt hot. He was sure the Regent knew the
embarrassing feelings he's had for the Skunks, and was waiting to see
him torture himself by taildiving the boy. One thing he had learned long
ago about his boss, Tormanin may be all serious and all business when
conducting Regency business, but during off times, he had no qualms
about letting his hair down, and he could be just as mischievous as his
daughter. In fact, if Tormanin hadn't had other plans for tonight, Arlin
would seriously consider inviting him to meet Kata and Karma, and go
unwind at Up Yours.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Tiger?" Tormanin chided him, "Go ahead
and do what you must. The boy can't wait all night bent over the edge of
bed like that."

Arlin smirked at the man, then turned his attention back to Kennewick's
upthrust butt. He buried his muzzle between his soft, musky cheeks, and
slid his long, rough tongue up his aft passage, lubricating his nethers
in preparation for the buzzplug. He had to admit to himself that Skunk
bottoms were delightfully tasty, even young tender ones like this lad.

Kennewick giggled and squirmed on the bed, "Oh, that tickles nicely. You
should do this for me every night, Warden."

Arlin blushed again and extracted his tongue from the young Furling.
Without saying a word, he inserted the shaft up Kennewick's freshly
lubricated butt, so the base was pressed firmly against his plush rump.
He pushed a switch in the base, and a soft, muffled buzz could be heard
emanating from within the boy's depths.

"Only a light charge tonight," Arlin growled, "just enough to give a
pleasant tingle inside you."

Kennewick stood up on the bed, put his arms around Arlin, and surprised
the Tiger by planting a tender kiss on his mouth, "Thank-you, Warden
Arlin. That is perfect."

"Now, go to bed, you two," Arlin growled again, "It's getting late, and
you have classes tomorrow."

Kennewick crawled under the blankets and cuddled up with Katella,
wrapping his arms around her so that her back and bottom were pressed
against his chest, stomach, and lap area. "Nighters, Warden. Nighters,
your excellency," he said.

"Yeah, "Nighty night," Katella added, "And have fun on your date
tonight."

"Good night, kids," both the grown ups said, planting an affectionate
kiss on the Furlings' cheeks.

"Lights off," Tormanin said. The voice activated lighting went dark, and
he and Arlin departed the Skunks' suite, returning to the upper
corridor.


"Those are a couple of amazing kids," Tormanin chuckled, "It's mind
boggling the amount of abuse their bottoms suffer for my daughter."

"It's even more mind boggling how your daughter takes such advantage of
their position and goes ahead and does as she pleases because Kennewick
and Katella are willing to happily take whatever punishment she earns.
Sometimes I wonder about the wisdom of having them as her paddle girls.
It just doesn't seem to be working as planned."

Tormanin affectionately slapped the Tiger on the back and laughed,
"Don't you worry your fuzzy head, my friend," he assured him, "Amalie
will come around eventually and see the light. It may take some time,
but she will get there."

As they neared the bottom of the stairwell, the Regent paused and
thought a moment, "Arlin, did you notice Kennewick's reactions to the
sight of Amalie's bare bottom when I was giving them their scolding
before the paddlings?"

Arlin nodded and grinned, "How could I not miss such a prominent
erection. Can't blame the boy though. If you don't mind me speaking so
candidly, sir, your daughter is one of the sexiest creatures in all of
Lovenmusk. And the sight of her proudly parading about skyclad can give
even the most impotent of guys a raging hardon."

"Yes, that is so true," the man agreed, "My daughter is becoming a most
fetching young lady. I also couldn't help but notice Kennewick's arousal
when I was paddling his sister. I suspect that we may experience some
sibling revelry in the near future."

"That's pretty much guaranteed, your excellency," Arlin replied.
Kennewick and Katella are inseparable, and it is inevitable that
Katella's first fuck will be with her brother. For that matter, if I
interpreted your daughter's promise of a reward tomorrow night,
Kennewick will be Amalie's first fuck as well."

"Yes yes. I don't doubt that for a second. I would not want the princess
to lose her virginity to anyone but Kennewick."

"But sir," Arlin said, "she has made overtures at me recently as well.
What should I do if your daughter comes onto me full force one of these
times."

Tormanin smiled reassuringly at the Warden and put a hand on his
shoulder, "My dear friend, should Amalie try to bed you, all I ask is
that you be gentle with her. She is becoming a young lady, and she has
the right to choose who her fuck mates are. Now on that note, I want you
to pay a visit to Mater Toraq and schedule Amalie, Kennewick, and
Katella for a regularly scheduled series of Peace of Mind shots. They
are going to become sexually active soon, I am sure. And we don't want
either my daughter or Katella to accidentally become mothers before they
are ready."

Arlin nodded, "Yes, that would be a major scandal if the princess were
to get pregnant so young. I'll talk to the Dungeon Warden tomorrow. I'll
be down there later to do some stuff with Amanda anyway."

Tormanin gave his friend a knowing nudge and a wink, "Ah, so you are
going to engage in a bit of sibling revelry yourself soon, eh? Can't
blame you though. Your sister is one hot bit of tail. I've spent quite a
bit on her services lately. And speaking of Master Toraq, why don't you
take him out with you tonight? That bird has been awfully busy lately,
and hasn't had a good intimate lay in ages, his prisoners
notwithstanding. he needs some time outside his dungeon."

Arlin laughed, "That sounds like a great idea. It will be just like our
old school days."

"Good good good. Now, I have work to do, otherwise I would join you
myself. Who knows? Perhaps if I get done early enough, I will make a
special appearance at Up Yours later tonight. That is where you are
going back to. Is it not?"

"I'm sure we will find ourselves there eventually," Arlin replied, "I do
hope to see you out and about, at any rate. You've been working your ass
off yourself, and need some down time just as much as Toraq does."

"Well anyway, I do have work to get back to," Tormanin said, attempting
to break away, "So you go see Toraq and have fun. I'll join you if I
can. Now good evening to you, Warden."

"Good night, your excellency," the Tiger returned. He executed a
graceful bow, then padded down a side corridor to the dungeons to fetch
Master Toraq, while the Regent made his way to his study to work on the
aforementioned trade agreement.


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