Chapter 8: Small Talk

After the girls left for Hot Summer Nights, Frelic reached into his pouch and extracted another vial, syringe, and needle. "Come here, Fuzzbutt," he said, patting the seat of the chair he stood next to.

Hansen padded over to his Master, and without any further prompting, he faced the chair, spread his legs, bent over with his paws on the soft cushioned seat, and raised his tail. Frelic filled the syringe, pushed out any air bubbles, and knelt behind his pet. He inserted the needle deep into the Squirrel's rump and injected the serum.

"I just hope this doesn't wear me out too soon," he said, rubbing his bottom where the needle had gone in,

"I don't want to crash too early tonight.

"Truth to tell," Frelic confided, "I have no clue how this sedative works. I'm just as new to this as you are. However, I suspect that it will be a slow-acting formula that simply keeps you from getting too wired, and not totally kick your ass right away."

"Then again," Hansen added, "if it is faster acting than we expect, I should be able fight it off and at least delay its effects. After all, in my line of work, I have been known to keep awake for extended periods, whether on watch or whether exploring deep caverns crawling with Goblins and other monsters, which make taking sleep breaks too dangerous."

Frelic took his pet's paws in his hands and gazed down into his feisty eyes. A contented smile crossed his face as he just stared and pondered the Furling before him.

"What is it, Master?" Hansen asked, cocking his head to one side and blinking quizzically up at the Elf.

"Oh, I'm just thinking again about how our lives have been reshaped so drastically over the past hours."

"I know what you mean, Master. I was not surprised at all when you took Shaasta as your pet sister. I mean, with a hot little vixen like that, only a fool would refuse her charms, whether you share the blood running through your veins or not."

Frelic laughed, amused at the blunt assessment of his twin, and gave the Squirrel a gentle scritch under the chin, "I can't argue with you there, love. And can I assume that Shaasta has told you all about our tender years from the time we left Calthani until we were separated when the Svelte Lady overtook the Bloodlust?"

Hansen nodded and smiled, "Oh yes," he admitted, "she left no minute detail untouched. With the experience she gained from you, 'tis no wonder she was able to hit the ground running that first night after Daddy and me helped her escape from Mistress Triniti's cottage. And by the Mink's bottom, what a memorable night that was."

"Yes, Shaasta is an amazing girl. Just as Ashton here struck it rich with Sharani and Makae, I struck it rich even moreso with her," he wrapped his arms around the Squirrel and they held each other close, hands tenderly kneading Furling bottom and paws kneading and patting Elven bottom, "and with you, my pet."

Hansen sighed and rested his head against Frelic's chest, "And that, Master, is what surprised me. In addition to your adventures with your sister, Shaasta had also told me of the times, mostly during your captivity, when your bottom was used to satisfy Captain Hayes and several of his officers."

"That's right," my unofficial title on both the Bloodlust and the Svelte Lady was Ship's Pet."

"And your unofficial position was down on all fours like a pony filly," the Furling added, "With all the time you spent being a surrogate girl, I never would have thought you would become the type to give that type of affection to another boy."

Frelic took a firm grip on his pet's bottom and picked him up so they could see eye-to-eye, "Truth to tell, love, I was surprised too," he admitted, "and I have you to blame, I mean thank, for my awakening. When I saw you all trussed up there on your display mat at the Southern Rose, tail raised, and legs spread, I felt a stirring in my loins that disturbed me initially."

Hansen's nether cheeks flexed around the stem of the flower that was nested in his rectal channel. "When I felt your hand on my bottom and scented your arousal, I actually thought you were Shaasta. Did you know that you and your sister are so alike that under the right conditions, you can easily be mistaken for each other?"

The Elf smiled and slipped one hand between his pet's thighs, fingers gently scritching along the underside of the hard Furling cock pressed against his chest, "Yes, that is a little asset me and Shaasta have used to our advantage a number of times over the years. But that is a set of tales for some other time." He kissed the Furling; lips pressed against muzzle; tongues touched and became as one, then he set his pet down and padded towards the table in the middle of the room while he continued to reveal his secret thoughts.

"When I paddled you and Shaasta there in the show room, and witnessed your squirmings and moanings, the stirring strengthened. Your blatantly honest and earnest desires that you expressed while sprawled out there over that examination bench, ignited the spark deep within me. But it was that moment, when my fist was buried up your ass, that moment when I felt the heat of your treasure hole and the unbelievable tightness of your rear channel around my arm, that was when the flame became an inferno in my loins and in my mind." Frelic picked up the narrow leather belt with the tail feathers off the table and cinched in around his waist.

"It was that moment when you were impaled on my arm, thrashing about as I fist fucked your ass when I realized that it mattered not whether you were a boy or a girl, your sweet southern star was every bit as delightful as that of any other girl I had taken from behind; I determined that before the day died away, my shaft would penetrate your lovely butt and I would ride you until your hot, tight depths were filled with my seed."

"And that wish will be fulfilled tonight, I trust?" Hansen asked.

"Of course," Frelic slipped a finger up his pet's ass, sharing the tight passage with Varo's rose. "This, like the rest of you, belongs to me now; I am going to make full use of your talents." He pulled his finger back out and slipped it between his lips, savoring the taste of cinnamon mixed with the Furling's own natural flavor.

"Yes, your sweet ass will receive full use."

Hansen beamed happily at the Elf, "Thank-you, Master. I hope that I don't prove to be a disappointment to you in any way tonight."

"You will do just fine," he assured him. He took a step back and struck a heroic pose for his pet, feet spread and fists planted on his hips, "Now, how do I look?"

"The tailfeathers suit you most beautifully, Master." Hansen slipped behind Frelic and made some minor adjustments to his plumage so that it was properly centered over his pretty derriere and fanned out perfectly behind him.

"As my daddy always says, a well groomed tail is a thing of tremendous beauty. It's like a necklace for your butt."

"That goes without saying," Frelic agreed. "A properly poised tail never fails to draw my attention down to its owner's ass."

"Aye. 'Tis a shame that folk like the Humans, Halflings, and you Elves didn't get your bottoms blessed with these accessories."

"Well, perhaps these tail belts the girls discovered will make up for fate cheating us less fortunate people." Frelic flexed the muscles of his lower back and caused the tailfeathers to rise as if they were really a part of him, then he turned around and faced his pet.

Hansen looked his Master over as if judging a piece in an art show. He nodded his approval and smiled,

"Yes, yes. That is most definitely you. The plumage makes you look most regal and majestic, in a feral sort of way." He performed a curtsy, reverently bowed his head, and gracefully dropped to one knee, "My liege."

Frelic smiled at the silly Furling kneeling before him, and played along with the little impromptu roleplay.

He reached a hand out and brought him to his feet, "Arise my Princess of the Wildlands. Come join me and we will survey our domain." Furry paw clasped in soft, smooth hand, Hansen accompanied his Master out to the balcony.

The late afternoon air was sunny and cool; a fresh breeze was blowing in from the sea to the west. Hansen perched cutely on the railing overlooking the town, and together, they took in the panorama before and below them.

"Lovely town, really," Hansen remarked."

Frelic nodded his agreement, "It is indeed. I wouldn't mind securing a spot of land here for a vacation homesteading, perhaps something on the cliffs over there overlooking the sea."

"That would be nice. 'Tis a pity we are going to be leaving here in a few days; I would love to spend a week or two exploring the area."

"Well, it isn't much, but perhaps tomorrow we can have an afternoon out together to check out the shops and whatnot," Frelic suggested.

Hansen clapped his paws together and smiled, "Oh, I would love that very much. But why afternoon and not in the morning?"

"I have an appointment at the Southern Rose in the morning," the Furling was reminded.

He nodded understanding, "Oh, that's right. You are going to buy that enchanting young Vixen tomorrow. If she isn't too tired by the time you get back, can Mistie join us? I'm sure she would make for the ideal guide as we wander around Mistport."

Frelic patted his pet's hand, "That sounds like a fine idea actually. She will come with us tomorrow afternoon."

"Master? In addition to being one of your boink bunnies, are you going to give Mistie any mundane taskings?"

"Most definitely, Hansen. WraithHold is a big place, and a lot of work is required to maintain the old fortress. Mistie, considering her previous line of work, will have maid duties, and will also share cooking chores with the rest of us."

"Will you let her wear one of those frilly black and white lace maid aprons? She would look quite delicious in one of those."

"No reason not to. I've always liked that fashion."

Hansen looked expectantly at Frelic, "And what of me and Shaasta, Master?"

The Elf nodded and gave his pet an affectionate smile, "Yes, you and Shaasta can wear frilly black and white lace aprons too."

The Furling blushed at the thought of being put in girl clothes, "I meant that neither of us are all that adept at cooking. What will you have us doing when you are not making use of our tails?"

Frelic thought for a few moments, then, "You will learn. I'll see to it that Mistie teaches you properly, and I will also see if that fellow that Ashton mentioned, Brindon I believe he called him, their cook wouldn't mind letting you work with him in the kitchen tomorrow morning or the next day to get you started."

"I'll give it my best shot, Master. In addition to that though, I have a suggestion for where you can put us to work where we both excel."

"Let me guess, the gardens and the orchards?"

"Exactly. Did you read my mind?"

Frelic laughed and shook his silver-maned head, "No love, I haven't learned telepathy yet. I just figured that what with you and Shaasta being well attuned to the outdoors, you most likely have some respectable experience in dealing with plants and trees." His thoughts trailed off as he gazed off into the distance.

Hansen turned his head to try to see what it was that stole his Master's attention from him, "What is it, Master? Is something wrong?"

"No," Frelic replied, "I'm just watching the girls down there."

The Squirrel squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of Shaasta, Thissle, and Karma. "Where are they? I don't see them."

"Right there, on the boardwalk," Frelic pointed towards the waterfront. To Hansen, all the people way off in the distance were like little ants.

"I'm sorry, Master. I simply can't tell which three dots are our little seductresses."

"That's odd," Frelic said, "They are perfectly clear to me, and... Oh my, Thissle just gave Shaasta her first paddling of the evening."

Hansen gave a dejected sigh, "Oh, how I wish I could see them. How many swats?"

"Only three," Frelic reported, "The usual pattern, one on each cheek and one across the middle. It's too soon since her last paddling for her brand to need to be brought forth again, and that probably would not have warmed her bottom enough anyway. So she must have mouthed off to Thissle."

"Or perhaps Thissle did it just because she could," Hansen suggested.

"Yes, that's a good possibility too. Whoa! Looks like they caught someone's interest. Karma just removed Shaasta's rose to allow a sailor, an Ornith Sparrow, to slip 3 copper pieces up her butt, her first tip of the night."

"So, which one do you think will win our tails tonight?" Hansen asked.

"What? Oh, you mean that little competition we set them on." Frelic thought for a few moments then shook his head, "I have no clue. They are all highly talented, so I can only guess that it will be a really close race."

"That reminds me Master," Hansen changed the subject again, "when me, Thissle, and Karma were getting cleaned up, we heard the sounds of a rather intense paddling coming from the bed chamber. What did Shaasta do to earn a real punishment spanking so soon?"

Frelic gave a sly grin, and a devilish twinkle flashed in his eyes, "What did my sister do to get punished?

She cost me ten platinum pieces because she stubbornly disregarded my warnings to avoid traveling along the Northwest coast."

"Ah, I see. Well truth be known, Master," Hansen confessed, "at least half the blame should be laid upon my tail. Both of us agreed to take that route anyway, figuring we could hold our own against any foe in these parts."

"Are you saying that you should have your bottom roasted as well?"

The little Furling proudly held his head and tail high, "It is not fair that Shaasta take the punishment for both of us. Therefore, I should receive the same from you as she did."

"Ten platinum pieces, one thousand gold," Frelic said, "For her penance, I sentenced my sister to receive a total of one thousand swats, one for each gold piece."

Hansen's eyes widened, "One thousand? I know of no one throughout time who has ever withstood such a spanking."

"I have," Frelic replied, letting Hansen in on a little personal secret.

"You, Master?" The Furling shook his head in total disbelief, "No mortal can safely take that kind of punishment."

"I did indeed, back when I was a mere thirteen years of age," he insisted, "Though I will admit that at the time, I was in spirit form in the Beastlands, and I'm not sure how many swats it actually was; it could have been much more than one thousand or a little less."

"Oh, that does make a difference."

"A big difference. My physical body safely sequestered in Mistress Aeraal's quarters on the Svelte Lady, so there was no mortal flesh to insulate and cushion the spanking. A paddling in spirit form is ten times worse than one received in physical form."

Hansen rubbed his bottom in sympathy, "I can't fathom what that must have been like. What did you do to deserve an immortal glow?"

"At the time of the spanking, it had been two years since my last visit to the Beastlands. And damn, was Lynx pissed at me for neglecting my Wildmage training that long. Pretty much as soon as I arrived, she pulled me across her lap, conjured a paddle, declared that I would receive a two minute spanking, then proceeded to roast my bare bottom for a hour."

"A full hour?" Frelic's pet looked confused, "That is considerably longer than two minutes. Did she purposely deceive you?"

"Oh not at all," Frelic replied, "You may not be aware of this, but there is a severe time differential between the Mortal and Immortal Realms. The declaration of two minutes was by Niathian reckoning. In the Beastlands, that translates to one hour. So when she was done abusing my bottom, only two minutes had truly passed here on Niath."