Message-ID: <48223asstr$1087107003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Scarletdown X-Original-Message-ID: <10cndk4b6ko9b3f@corp.supernews.com> User-Agent: Mozilla Thunderbird 0.5 (X11/20040306) X-Accept-Language: en-us, en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 19:06:41 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} A Night Out, A Night In - Part I (M/FM, magic, inc, nosex yet, furry) Lines: 120 Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 02:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Continuing the tale of Frelic Willowpaw and his newly purchased pets. This first installment is rather short, and mostly deals with Shaasta and Hansen's thoughts as they ponder the new lifestyle they have just been sold into. This story is ultimately going to be pretty lengthy, I think. However, because I will be taking off in just a couple days to Mississippi for a three week tech school, and don't know yet what type of Internet access will be available while I am away, I am going to post smaller segments such as this one in order to get as much of the story out there as possible. **************************************************************** RedTails - Awakenings A Night Out, A Night In - Part I By - Scarletdown The trio padded up the cobblestone walk, passing by various shops, inns, and taverns as they headed back to the Hightail Inn to relax and sort out the recent events which brought them together in a union that could not quite be called a family. The central figure, short and lithe, was clad in a black wizard's robe with matching black leather boots. His cowl was down against his shoulders; revealing his soft, rounded, boyish face; violet, cat-like eyes; and a silvery-white mane of shoulder-length hair, through which a pair of gracefully pointed Elven ears protruded. Frelic Willowpaw guided his two charges, his newly purchased pets, through the streets of Mistport, occasionally tugging gently on the leashes that were attached to the leather collars clasped around their necks, to hurry them along. Unlike their Master, Shaasta and Hansen wore nothing save their collars, their skyclad bodies; healthy and trim from their previous life of adventure, on display for all to see and admire. Shaasta was in a constant state of blush as her Master paraded her sweet naked body through the seaside town. Like Frelic, she too was an Elf, and the soft features of her face hinted that her Master was also her twin. Her unconventional rescue from the Southern Rose pet shop by her brother had startled and embarrassed her, and amused the proprietor and his Halfling assistant; Frelic handed over a full ten platinum pieces to purchase her, and an additional thirty five gold pieces for the Furling Squirrel known as Hansen, her adventuring companion. Her excitement at being rescued turned to vehement protests, which were subsequently quelled by the burn of the paddle against her bare bottom, when Frelic informed her that he was going to keep them. Her mind was spinning as she tried to think about this recent turn of events. Never in her entire life had Shaasta ever considered that one day, she would become not only a personal pet, a pet sister even. The naked reality of her new place in life was starting to sink in, as the cool, salty sea breeze caressed the lingering fire in her rump, where the Wand of the Master's had permanently seared her brother's personal mark into her flesh. Still hot, the enchanted brand, a feline paw print with a willow tree in its center, glowed with lines of silver, a sign to all who viewed her soft, round bottom, that her life now belonged to her Master. In addition to the glowing brand, the Elf girl's bottom possessed another embarrassing feature which served as an additional sign that she had been sold into a life of servitude. Pressed against her nether cheeks, the crimson bloom of a fragrant rose rode like a tail; it was the hallmark of the Southern Rose pet shop, and her Master ordered her to wear it until it was time to sleep. The caress of the flower's thornless stem planted deep up her rectal passage made her very conscious of her femininity and her status as a personal pet. No, not just a personal pet, she decided. At once, the feelings that filled her clarified in her mind, and Shaasta determined that she would serve her Master the way she was trained during her month at the pet shop. Shaasta was now a pleasure pet, and she would live to serve and please her new owner. Hansen was also lost in reflection on the events of the past month. But unlike his fiery-maned companion, the little Furling Squirrel's, thoughts we focused on ways he could serve, service, and please his new Master. He felt no shame or embarrassment as he padded up the walk, led on a leash by the Elf who had purchased him. His thick, gray, bushy tail held proudly high, revealing his Master's mark on his rump, and the rose planted up his ass, he felt overwhelmingly content and excited at the thought of living the life of a pleasure toy. His excitement was confirmed by the erect shaft that pointed prominently out in front of him from the furry sheath between his thighs. He looked over the girl walking beside him to his right, the girl whom he had shared many exciting and perilous adventures with, and with whom he had shared many hot passionate evenings with during their travels. This sweet creature had opened his eyes and opened his mind to forms of pleasure he had never considered before, and he was eternally grateful to Shaasta for simply being. He gave her a cheerful smile, coupled with a friendly pat on her soft, smooth bottom; she returned the gestures, and the Elf's warm and loving smile nearly melted the Furling's heart as they continued their walk through the streets of Mistport. Soon, they reached their destination, a three story, gray, stone building that took up nearly two thirds of the block. The entrance was a single pine wood door in one corner of the building. Above the door was a large wooden sign featuring a painting of a Furling Vixen, down on all fours, with her bottom and tail raised high in the air. Above the vixen, the name of the establishment was painted in bold green letters; this was the Hightail Inn. "Nice place, you picked, Master Frelic," Hansen chittered, admiring the architecture and especially the sign. "And I swear, that Vixen looks remarkably like Mistie." Frelic had gazed at the Hightail's brazen sign many times since his arrival in Mistport, yet strangely, the resemblance to that Vixen he had checked out earlier, with plans to purchase tomorrow at the Southern Rose escaped him until now. The artist had captured Mistie perfectly. The sweet expression on her face, the strawberry-blonde hair, and those soft graceful curves made it obvious who had modeled for the Inn's signage. "Huh, you're right, Hansen," he agreed. "That is Mistie. I'm ashamed that I didn't recognize her when I inspected her earlier today." "Are you going to buy her from Master Varo tomorrow?" Shaasta asked, "She seemed to really want you." Frelic smiled and nodded, "Oh yes, I will sign the papers for her tomorrow, she will be coming home to WraithHold with us at the end of the week." The wizard held the ends of both leashes in one hand, then removed the round wooden paddle from its hook on his belt. He opened the door to the inn and ushered his pets in ahead of him, giving each of them a firm, loving swat on their bare bottoms as they passed through the entrance and into the inn's dining commons. -- Scarletdown (Spamfoil in place. Lift MYTAILFEATHERS to reply via email.) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+