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Birthday at the Salazzle Dazzle Salamander Casino

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Veronica, a slick rubber-like salazzle, stands by her charge for the evening, a feral brown black tipped feather gryphon who stands at the roulette table, “Twenty-three red,” the gryphon states with piercing yellow hawk eyes. The casino is full of life, people playing slot machines, images of the Mistress salazzle everywhere, some subtle, others more obvious as a sweet scent lingers in the air, feeling soft and embracing, helping the salazzle relax as she works.

Veronica smiles as she slides the chips over to the spot as she says, “As you wish sir,” she responds.

“No more bets,” says the salandite working the table. The small pokémon stands on a tall chair to keep him level with the patrons as he releases the small ball, colored with pinks, purples and blues instead of the traditional white. The ball whirls around the roulette as everyone keeps an eye on the ball as it spins. It bounces around going from one slot to the next as the gryphon mutters.

“Come on… come on…”

Dink, dink, dink the ball bounces a few last times before stopping as the salandite calls out, “Red thirty-two.”

The gryphon grunts wings twitch as he looks over to Veronica, “You stupid salazzle, I told you red thirty-two not twenty-three,” he squawks.

“Sorry Sir that I misheard you.”

“You stupid salazzle. I’ve had no luck with you at all, and now you can’t follow simple bets. I feel that I deserve a refund on the last bet and a new salazzle to service me,” he states as he glares at Veronica who puts her hands together and lowers her head.

“Sorry Sir. I will get a new salazzle to assist you, but unfortunately bets are final.”

“Don’t give me that! I want to speak with your manager now!” he squawks as others around the room look at the scene that is unfolding.

“Yes Sir, right away,” Veronica replies as she gives a bow as she departs holding back a sigh till, she’s well out of earshot as she goes to the salandite at a stall where a line of people are lined up to get their own “Salazzle casino companion.”

She leans down to the salandite who smiles at Veronica, “My care, a feral, is demanding another salazzle.”

The salandit nods, “I’ll get it worked out right away, I’ll get you another.”

“Thanks,” she looks at the line of patrons as she smiles at them giving them a playful wink as she thinks, “It’s going to be a long day.”

The day progresses, rushing around serving patrons, and by mid-afternoon her shift ends, and she heads up. In the elevator with them are four male salandits that crowd around her.

“You have a good day miss?” asks one of them.

“It was rather long and hard today. A few bothersome customers. I tried to do well. But he blamed me for his bad luck. And wanted a refund for it. Can you believe that?” she grumbles with a sigh, “Then the next guy if you can believe it was even worse! Mistress is probably going to be disappointed with my poor work performance,” Veronica comments with a long drawn out sigh.

“Some customers feel entitled to everything. There is only so much you can do. Be kind, courteous and you have to take it with stride. We are sure the Mistress understands this,” he explains.

Veronica nods, “She is smart, clever, beautiful, but I am worried that I failed her,” she sighs.

The salandit moves up and gently pats her on the lower leg, “You are one of her salazzles. Mistress only chooses the best salazzles to serve her. Doubting yourself would be doubting Mistress.”

Veronica cracks a smile as the elevator dings, “Thanks,” she says as the doors open revealing the apartment style floor. A sweet aroma hangs in the air, calming Veronica’s nerves as she and the salandits enter.

“No problem,” he replies as he and the other salandits walk down the hall as she walks in the other direction down to her room. She presses her hand against the door as her biometric scan unlocks the door with a click allowing her to push the door open.

She is greeted to a dark apartment style room, kitchen in front, with a raised dining countertop that divides the kitchen from the living room/bedroom area. Veronica’s purple eyes look around, “Hello? Sallah? You home? I thought you get off of work an hour before me today.” she says as she closes the door behind her, about to turn on the light when a small glow catches her attention.

Her eyes lock onto a small cupcake with pink and purple swirl frosting with a blue single lit candle on the top. The flame flickers as it is at the very top of the flame, only a little wax has dribbled halfway down the length of the candle. Veronica looks around curiously then back at the cupcake as she gets closer to it.

“Sallah? What is this doing he--”

“Surprise! Happy birthday!” yells Sallah, another rubber-like shiny salazzle as she jumps from behind the counter, causing Veronica to jump as her heart races. Sallah gives a teasing grin, “You forgot, didn’t you?”

Veronica blinks, “Huh?”

“Today is your birthday and you completely forgot.”

“My birthday? But I’ve only been here for about six mo--” Veronica replies as Sallah picks up the cupcake with the still burning candle and reaches over and playfully flicks Veronica’s muzzle.

“Do you honestly think I’d count the day of becoming a salazzle as your birthday and not the day you were actually born? The day that YOU came into the world. Though the day you came into my life is a close second,” she says with a grin.

Veronica feels a blush come over her as she smells the sweet intoxicating aroma of her lover as she gets closer, “I totally forgot.”

“You’re Veronica and a salazzle now but that doesn’t change who you were before. Now,” she holds up the cupcake up to her, the flame providing a soft ambiance glow, “Blow out your candle and make a wish.”

Veronica smiles, “I don’t know what wish to make that hasn’t come true.”

“I’m sure you can think of something,” Sallah winks.

Veronica nods and thinks for a moment before blowing the candle out, the smoke trailing up as Sallah flicks a nearby light switch, “And I hope it comes true.”

“If you share this cupcake with me,” Veronica says as she reaches up running her fingers along Sallah’s arms as she unpeals the wrapper around it, “I think it will.”

Sallah licks her lips as she watches, as she plucks the candle off of the cupcake, tossing it casually to the side as the two lean in and eat the cupcake from opposite ends, finishing it together as they meet in the middle the two kissing passionately with frosting sticking to their lips as they gently lick and clean the other’s muzzle off as they lean in ever closer. Veronica’s hands gently caress Sallah’s sides, their sleek rubbery-like shine hides do not squeak as their chests meet up.

Sallah reaches down and gives Veronica’s rump a firm squeeze as their tongues wrestle with one another, their tails swish behind them as they let out a soft moan. Their sweet aromas mingle in the air, creating a strong arousing intoxication that raises up their lust for their other, their tight vents, grow warm and moist as their minds swim with thoughts of the other. Slowly Sallah breaks the kiss as she runs a finger across Veronica’s lips, “I heard about what happened today.”

Veronica’s eyes look off to the side, “You did huh?”

“Yes, and we all get people like that. Hard not to in this business. Don’t let it get to you. Today is your birthday. If you remembered, you could have gotten time off.”

“You could have reminded me.”

Sallah gives her a playful look, “Really? I didn’t know you didn’t know till just now.”

“Look, next time I remember I forgot something, I’ll let you know to remind me what it is. Fair?” asks Veronica.

Sallah leans in and nuzzle licks her face, “Sounds fair to me. Now… what would my lovely Veronica like to do on her special day?”

Veronica smiles, “Honestly, I would like to relax and spend some time with you. Perhaps…” Veronica trails off as she looks away with a soft blush.

Sallah leans in, “Perhaps what?”

“It’s nothing. It’s silly really.”

“Veronica. What is it? It’s your birthday. Nothing you can ask could be silly.”

Veronica looks back up at her, “Could you lay in bed with me and hold me. Like you did when I was a little salandit?”

Sallah chuckles as she leans and wraps her arm around her, “Oh like the picture of us on the nightstand?”

Veronica blushes and nods, “That’s the one.”

Sallah pulls her in close, her hands caressing down her back as she guides Veronica to the bed. Sallah lays across the grey-pink bed sheets propping herself up with some pillows as she spreads her legs, revealing a glistening of excitement as Veronica crawls in after her.

Veronica smiles as she lays on her back resting her head on Sallah’s belly, her back feels the warmth of her lover as Sallah gently rubs and caresses her head, causing soft pleasure shivers to run down Veronica’s spine.

“Like this?” Sallah asks as her long salazzle fingers, trail along Veronica’s neck and upper chest.

Veronica snuggles up against her and smiles, her face feeling the blood flow to her cheeks as her purple gaze meets hers, “Yes…” she says softly.

“You know,” Sallah runs her fingers along Veronica’s lips, “This calls for another picture,” she reaches over to the nightstand where her pink and purple smartphone sits. Beside it is a small framed picture of Sallah and Veronica as a salandit in the bed with amusing smug grins on their selfie-made picture.

“That would be very nice,” Veronica replies as she snuggles up more against Sallah, running her back teasingly against Sallah’s sex as her head snakes its way up a more her chest.

“I thought so too,” she replies as she runs her thumb across the screen, a picture of Veronica in a teasing almost but not quite lewd pose. She unlocks and holds the phone up, “On three say Mistress. One. Two. Three!”

“Mistress!” the two yell out giving smug grins a moment later as she takes a few pictures.

“I’ll get that printed out later,” Sallah remarks placing the phone back where it was before wrapping her arms around Veronica, her long fingers caressing her lover’s chest. Sallah’s legs wrap around Veronica further pinning her against her body as the two salazzles look up at each other before leaning in closer.

“Happy Birthday Love.”

“Thank you for reminding me,” she responds before they give each other an upside-down kiss, their heads tilting slightly so their long muzzles could make a long lipped kiss, their tongues wrestling with one another for dominance, with Veronica’s tongue having a slight edge in the situation.

“Tap, tap, tap,” goes a knock on the door. The two break their kiss after they hear the knock again. Sallah groans, “Who could it be? Sorry, let me get this, I’ll be right back,” she says as she wiggles out from underneath Veronica.

“Don’t take too long,” Veronica replies with a smirk, “I was just thinking, things were starting to heat up,” she gives a playful wink.

“Who do you think was turning it up?” Sallah responds with returning wink as she sauntered over to the door, opening it to reveal another sleek rubber-like salazzle standing before her.

“Verenice? What do you need? I’m in the middle of something very important.”

Verenice nods as she smells the delightful aroma coming from the room, “I’m sure, but the Mistress would like to see both of you immediately. In her main chamber.”

Sallah tail stiffens, her two back danglies witch as she looks over at Veronica who tenses up as the words reach her ears, “Mistress wants to see us?” asks Sallah with a hint of surprise.

“Yes. Right now. Best not to keep her waiting.”

“We won’t. We’ll be there right away.”

“Mistress will be pleased,” she responds before walking off. Sallah pants slightly as she closes the door.

“Did you hear that?”

Veronica already off of the bed walks over to Sallah, “Yes I did. Do you think it has to do with my job performance today?” she asks nervously rubbing her hands together.

Sallah grips Veronica’s hands and leans in, “I doubt that. Don’t you worry on that. You are a salazzle. You are strong, powerful, oh so gorgeously beautiful. Don’t let some random guy get to you. You are far better than that,” she explains.

Veronica nods and leans in against Sallah, “True. Thanks,” she gives her a soft kiss before they exit the room and head back to the elevator hand in hand, side by side. They move up one floor, the top floor, the door’s ding, the strong delightful aroma rushes over them which causes a tingle to rush through their spines. Their breaths become heavy, their excitement mingling with nervousness as Veronica squeezes Sallah’s hand slightly tighter as they look up at the fanciful fountain statues of the Mistress.

“Verenice said she was in her main chamber, so let’s go there,” says Sallah as they head straight down the center, to a pair of large oversized doors of pinks, purples and blues. The Mistress’ tantalizing aroma grows ever stronger with each step, causing their bodies to ache in growing need. They go up and knock together.

“Come in my sweeties, the door is unlocked,” says a well-spoken domineering voice.

“Yes Mistress,” they say as they push the doors open, a rush of air hits them. Mistress’ pheromones hit them like a truck as they walk into the massive room. Mistress’ likeness built into the soft short furred rug, the Mistress’ large canopy bed sits in the center of the room, as far past it one can see large windows with a gorgeous view of the beach and ocean. The sun’s warmth flowing in, adding to the light as sitting up on the bed, facing them, the Mistress. A slender salazzle with piercing blue eyes, black rubber-like body, purple and pink belly undertones, with a blue outline around all her pink markings.

“There are my lovies, and I must say, I am a little disappointed.”

Veronica lowers her head and tail, “I’m sorry Mistress. I did my best with the custo--”

The Mistress raises her hand cutting her off, “I heard and know the details. You acted accordingly and I am pleased with your performance,” she explains as Veronica’s head raises up, her body shivers at the Mistress’ words as she continues, “What I am talking about is you forgetting that your first birthday as a salazzle is celebrated with the ones you love, which includes me.”

Veronica tenses up and swallows a lump in her throat, “I’m sorry Mistress. I-I didn’t know.”

Sallah lowers her head, “Apologies Mistress. I forgot you did that. It’s been several years since mine.”

“It’s fine. We all make mistakes. It is your mate’s birthday and punishing you on such a special day would not be right,” the Mistress shifts as a soft squeak can be heard from her body.

Veronica and Sallah freeze up, “Mistress you… you aren’t polished,” stutters Sallah.

“Of course not. Not on my lovie’s birthday. How could she taste how delicious her cake’s frosting is then?” the Mistress explains as she slowly turns around revealing her back side which has a long drizzle of pink, blue and purple intertwined frosting that goes from almost her entire length of her tail, up her back, spiraling out mimicking the design of her pink and blue markings on her chest.

Veronica’s eyes go wide, “Mistress?”

The Mistress chuckles, “Everyone knows the best part of cake is the frosting. Go ahead share with your love. I insist ,” she states, with a strong emphasis at the end, as she looks over her shoulder at them. Her tail hypnotically sways side to side urging them closer.

“Yes Mistress,” replies Veronica as she steps forward giving Sallah the gentlest tugs forward to follow. Each step closer brought them closer to the Mistress’ completely unfiltered aroma. A scent and sensation that Veronica hasn’t experienced since becoming a salazzle. Her sex witched as it became hotter than ever. Sallah in the same boat as her as the two fell to their knees lowering their heads as the Mistress stops her tail, allowing them to have easy access to it.

“Go ahead. Enjoy.”

“Yes Mistress,” the two respond as they lean in ever closer. The Mistress’ sweet tantalizing aroma tingles their noses, causing the sensation of a billion pleasure needles to run across their spines, and down into their sensitive nethers. Their long tongues slide out and run across the Mistress’ tail.

Their tongues tingle with the same pleasure sensation as Sallah sex twitches, her hands tense as she holds herself back from a climax. Veronica similarly finds herself on the verge as she and Sallah’s tongue’s meet and glide up along the Mistress’ tail, tasting the sweet flavor of her flesh, and the just as sweet frosting as its creamy sugary confectionery treat rolls up their tongues and into their drooling mouths.

“I hope you like the frosting, I made it myself,” the Mistress explains showing her fingers coated in her own juices as she slowly licks them off with her tongue which coils around each digit slowly as she keeps an eye on them as they lick up along her back side.

Veronica and Sallah let out soft moans as Veronica mutters, “It tastes wonderfully Mistress.”

Sallah adds, “I need to get the recipe,” as they now lick along the base of her tail moving higher to the small of the Mistress back who lets out a soft delightful moan as her back flaps twitch in delight, her body squeaks softly.

“Such good girls. So eager to please and enjoy your cake. Today, is the day you can eat your cake and have it too,” she says with a soft chuckle.

“Thank you, Mistress,” they respond, their tongues slithering up along her back, their tongues playfully wrap around each other, catching anything the other tongue missed before they diverge around the center of her back as they each focus on their own trail.

Sallah and Veronica hold hands as they follow their own frosting path, their vents dripping between their legs as their lips kiss and scoop up the frosting into their mouths, letting the sugary treat melt into a sweet blissful pleasuring experience as it swishes in their mouths before swallowing.

The two salazzles follow their paths, going to each curve set on Mistress’ sleek shiny rubbery-like back before eventually the path leads them to the base of Mistress’ neck, the two reaching each other once again, their tongues meeting, purple eyes see into the other as they shiver as Mistress’ hands caress their heads, “Good girls,” she says the two girls let out a soft moan of pleasure as they feel their kiss encouraged by the Mistress for a moment before she gently trails her fingers along their heads.

They let out a soft moan as they continue to kiss as the Mistress pulls away and turns around, her fingers continue to dance across their heads as they further enjoy the moment together, “Now. It is my sweet girl’s special day. You get a request. What would you like?” The Mistress asks as she lifts Veronica’s chin up and forces her to look into her blue-eyed gaze.

Veronica feels the kiss slowly break, strands of saliva trail from her lips to Sallah’s as her eyes lock onto Mistress’ strong dominating gaze. Her body shivers with pleasure, her tail stiffens, her back flaps twitch as the question bounces in her head, “What would you like?”

Veronica licks her lips, her hands tense, toes curl slightly as she almost whimpers as she says, “I love the gas masks.”

A wide grin creeps across the Mistress face, “It’s your birthday, who am I to argue with it.”

“If you had another idea Mistress yo--” her words are cut off by Mistress’ finger placed on her lips.

“Shh, don’t argue with me.”

“Yes Mistress,” Veronica squirms as the Mistress raises her other hand and snaps a finger. A few moments later coming out of seemingly nowhere a salazzle servant comes with two gas masks and a tri path rubber tubing.

“Place it on the bed,” the Mistress states as the salazzle servant does so.

“As you wish Mistress,” she responds before departing. The Mistress runs her fingers under Veronica’s and Sallah’s chins as she lifts them up.

“Onto the bed,” she commands.

“Yes Mistress,” they respond as they crawl onto the bed as the two salazzles’ bodies ache with need. The close proximity to Mistress driving them deeper into wanting lust, and the fact that their other half is here to spend the moment with them with her, only exponentially enhances the experience.

The Mistress pulls away moving herself over the the rubber salazzle shaped masks the lenses tinted purple. She casually sticks a claw into her dripping wet vent, a soft moan escaped her lips as she caresses her juices inside one mask, then repeats the process with the other before handing it over to them.

“Wear. Enjoy,” she simply states as Sallah and Veronica happily take them within their hands. The heavy rubber masks, with thick black leather collar with blue outline and purple rings and pink studded metal weighs in their hands as they lick their lips, eyeing each other and their Mistress.

“Thank you, Mistress,” they respond before slipping the masks over their heads. The sound of creaking rubber and muffled noise of the outside world now filling their ears, as well as the strong aroma of rubber and Mistress’ juices reach their nostrils. Their world tinted purple as they look at the other, their masks tugging at their faces as they breath in, pushing out as they breath out with a soft wispy click as the filter changes direction of airflow.

The Mistress reaches over and gives small adjustments to each of their masks, grabbing the attached collar and slipping them through the metal rings before a soft click is heard as she proceeds to lock the collars around their neck. She takes the keys out and dangles the golden plated keys in her hands before tossing them behind there as they fall to the ground out of sight.

“You won’t be needing them for a while,” the Mistress smirks as they softly moan as they feel their new trapped state, “Hold and caress each other. Warm yourselves up a little before we add more attachments,” the Mistress says as she holds the three-way rubber tube.

They nod, knowing what this meant as they move in and hold each other. They nuzzle each other through the masks, the rubber hoods creak and squeak against each other, their warm smooth chests glide against the other as Veronica reaches around and grabs the base of Sallah’s back flaps, using them as leverage to pull her lover closer to her.

Sallah twitches at the move but soon does the same to her, her hands gripping tightly but not roughy Veronica’s back flaps, helping them grind and glide their needy sensitive sexes against the other. Moans inflate their masks and slowly escapes as the Mistress watches, gently running her fingers across her hot and needy vent. Her dominating blue gaze never leaves her two submissives as they play and tease the other to her command. She watches them grind against the other, their bodies aching for the other’s touch, the twitch of their tails, their warm hot embrace, their purple lenses fogging off for brief moments with each moan of pleasure.

Silently the Mistress watches for one minute, two minutes, five, before she moves over and runs her fingertips along their backs, down their spines. Sallah and Veronica arch their backs pressing their chests tighter against the other as they feel the delightful teasing touch of their Mistress against their bare-naked hides.

“Very good girls, you maybe this now,” she says as she holds up the hose, letting them take it and take their respective ends of the tubes as they take a moment to screw the ends to the front of their masks, allowing the sweet warm lustful breath of their lover rush into their mask. Their masks inflate with each breath, flooding the other with their warmth and loving scent, causing their sexes to visibly twitch which now glisten a good inch around their hot openings, wet spots mark on the bed where they have been as the Mistress grabs the one end of the hose pointing to her.

Veronica and Sallah watch as the Mistress takes the tube, their bodies tense, knowing the possibilities of what could happen next. They wait in unending anticipation as the Mistress takes a long drag from the tube. The salazzle’s inflating masks deflate as they can feel the delightful female musk sucked right out as the Mistress smokes the two like a bong. She takes long deep drags as she holds the tube between two fingers as her other hand playfully rubs and massages herself.

The Mistress closes her eyes enjoying the flavor as it flows across her tongue, holding her breath in as she lets out a shiver of delight as she continues to softly finger her gentle needing petals, “Yes, you two want it so badly. I can taste it. The want of each other. The need for the other’s touch. The desire for my embrace, my control,” the Mistress replies as she takes a deep breath.

Veronica and Sallah’s eyes go wide, as the Mistress does so. They see the Mistress’ wet finger tips of her other hand reach over and turn the knob on the T intersection of the rubber tube right before she blows her pheromones right into their masks.

Sallah and Veronica arch their backs, their toes curl, their heads thrown back as their masks inflate. The mind numbing lustful scent of their Mistress flooding their masks that when the first rush comes to an end they find themselves on their backs, side by side, the Mistress hovering over them, the rubber tube in her mouth, her hands dripping with her own wet juices which drip, drop onto their sexes, which twitch with soft mini-explosions of pleasure as the Mistress juice hits their sensitive insidies.

With a semi-fiendish grin, she says, “Happy Birthday Veronica,” before pursing her lips and begins to blow into the mask again her fingers dive into the two salazzles below her, wiggling around in their sensitive petals, her palms pressing down and rubbing her palm into their sex, while her fingers snake and massage their innards.

Veronica and Sallah arch their backs as they moan out in unaltered delight, their sexes milk and squeeze hard on their Mistress’ fingers as a tidal wave of bliss rolls up from nethers as a tornado of mind exploding euphoria rushes down from their head down. The two forces crash and unleash unbridled pleasure causing them to hit their climaxes at the same time.

Veronica and Sallah curl their toes, squeeze the bed sheets with one hand and hold tightly onto the other with the other. They look at each other and up at their Mistress as the Mistress rocks their bodies with her hands, still blowing her scent into their masks as she milks from for every drop that they are worth. Her fingers wiggle around as she coaxes their climax higher and higher before she slowly pulls her fingers out, now coated in their released pleasure. They drip drop over their bodies as the Mistress lets the tube fall out of her mouth as her tongue coils around her fingers as she licks Veronica’s juices clean, and then Sallah’s.

“Hmm, yes. That’s it. Happy birthday Veronica. I hope you enjoy your present, as I had to unwrap you myself,” she chuckles as she snaps her fingers as two dozen salazzles come out from the shadows, their purple eyes locked onto them as Veronica and Sallah weakly squirm on the bed.

“It would be a shame if you had a birthday and didn’t celebrate it with your sisters and as your Mistress. It would have been a shame if I didn’t get a taste of your fine birthday dessert before anyone else,” she muses as she suckles her fingers clean as she slinks over to the other side of the bed, snapping her fingers two salazzles, Verenice and Zirra, two other salazzles lovers that have worked for her for some time now, 69 each on top of the other providing a backrest for her as she leans back to watch as the other salazzles line up in two lines, one for Veronica, the other for Sallah. The two exhausted from their encounter with the Mistress find themselves happily helpless as their exposed nethers are now an open buffet.

Veronica holds Sallah’s hand as Sallah squeezes back as Veronica while thinking about her lover and Mistress, can think of one other little thing, “This is the best birthday ever.”