{"sf1_id":21601,"sf2_id":null,"title":"RedTails : The Sign Maker - Chapter 01 : Blue Morning, Red Bottom","author":"Scarletdown","words":3867,"posted_at":"2007-04-02T03:15:00.000Z","tags":["Bisexual","Cub","Elf","Fantasy","Magic","No-Yiff","Spanking"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/21601-redtails-the-sign-maker-chapter-01-blue-morning-red-bottom","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/21601","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=21601\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":" This story, and in fact, the entire RedTails and ShadowRealms line, are  \ncopyright 2007 - G. Sutton (aka Scarletdown), some rights reserved. These works  \nare released under the Creative Commons terms of Attribution / Share-Alike /  \nNon-Commercial.  \n  \nThis means that my works may be reposted elsewhere provided that proper  \ncredit is given, the full work is available verbatim, and no fee or other  \nrestrictions are implemented in order to access my works. Additionally, as per  \nthe Share-Alike term, derivative works (such as other stories based on mine,  \naudio recordings, images, and video) are permitted and highly encouraged. Such  \nderivative works must also be released under the same terms as this original  \nwork.  \n  \nRedTails: Reckonings  \nThe Sign Maker  \n  \nBy  \n  \nScarletdown  \n  \n  \nChapter I : Blue Morning, Red Bottom  \n  \n  \nFrelic yawned and blinked the lingering traces of sleep from his large,  \nviolet, catlike eyes. Sunrise was still several minutes away, but the first  \nrays of dawn were already crowning the peaks of the Whitetail Mountains and  \nbanishing the stars from the eastern sky. To the west, night was still in full  \nbloom; the black sky was studded with sparkling diamonds, emeralds, and rubies,  \nwith Feyleth defiantly shining brighter than all. These too would soon flee the  \ncoming dawn once Helasi arose from her slumber to preside over another Niathian  \nday.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Elf gave a contented sigh and smiled lovingly at the Halfling girl  \nstill sleeping soundly beside him. His gentle fingers caressed the girl's  \nchildlike face, and stroked down her side and over her cute, plump bottom which  \nwas thrust out alluringly as she lay there curled up on their sleeping furs.  \nHoneyrose had been a part of his life for the past four years since his and  \nMistress Aeraal's last visit to Pinevale, serving first as Aeraal's aide then  \nhis. Now, as she neared the start of her thirteenth year, the feisty little  \nlass was beginning the next phase of her life, and Frelic felt most fortunate  \nthat she had become his first apprentice. He gave her pretty little butt a  \ntender pat and squeeze. The heat and blush from the spanking he had given her  \nbefore bedding down for the night had long since faded, and her tender flesh had  \nresumed its normal light tan shade and warmth. Her Master's touch caused  \nHoneyrose to sigh contentedly, and as she continued her blissful slumber, she  \npurred his name.  \n  \n\"Master Frelic, I really am sorry for what I did. I won't misuse the  \nmagick again.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Frelic leaned over and whispered in the girl's ear, \"I know you won't,  \nsweetling. You're a good girl and would never have to be paddled for the same  \nmisbehavior twice. Now sleep for just a little longer while your Master  \nprepares for our journey.\" He gave her a tender kiss on the cheek, another pat  \non the rump, and ran his fingers through the unruly mop of honey-brown hair,  \ncropped short to just above her shoulders. Taking care not to awaken his  \napprentice just yet, the Elf stood up and stretched, working the morning  \nstiffness from his joints.  \n  \n  \nTo start the day, Frelic gathered up a small armful of dried wood from  \nthe pile they had collected the previous evening and dropped it into the  \nshallow, stone-encircled pit on top of the cold, blackened coals from last  \nnight's camp fire. He started the incantation for a simple spell to get the  \nflames going, but caught himself at the last moment before even the first  \ntinglings of magickal energy could form within him.  \n  \n\"No,\" he chided himself, \"you need to set an example for your  \napprentice. Do not encourage laziness in simple tasks, Elf, at least not this  \nearly in Honeyrose's training.\" He padded quietly to the tall pine where the  \nsack containing their most frequently used travel supplies hung safely out of  \nsight from potential thieves. He pulled the sack down, rummaged through it, and  \nextracted a small wooden box and a leather pouch. Crouching naked at the edge  \nof the fire pit, Frelic opened the box and took out a piece of flint and a steel  \nbar. He tossed some dry moss onto the wood, then scraped the flint and steel  \ntogether. After several tries, the sparks finally touched the moss just right,  \nand the humble beginnings of a fire crackled to life. The Elf gently blew on  \nthe flames until they grew and spread to the dry wood underneath. Satisfied  \nwith his work, Frelic returned the leather pouch to the pack, replaced it with  \nanother, and made his way down to the river five hundred paces east of the  \nmakeshift camp site.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nThe Elf shivered as he stepped into the slowly flowing waters of the  \nLazy Pine River until he was submerged to his shoulders. Fed by the early  \nsummer runoff from the Gray Falcon Mountains to the west, the great river that  \nmeandered through Pine Valley, bringing life to the Hafling and Furlings' corn  \nand wheat fields, caressed his lithe body with its invigorating morning chill,  \nbanishing the last threads of weariness from his being and bringing him to full  \nwakefulness. He waded over to the rocks where he had set his pouch and pulled  \nthe drawstring, opening it to reveal a light blue powder. Climbing onto the  \nrocks, Frelic rubbed the powder over his body, coating every square inch of his  \nsoft flesh until he was covered in a slick lathery foam.  \n  \nFully soaped up, he jumped back into the river, submerging beneath the  \ncold clear waters, then resurfacing a couple dozen feet from where he entered,  \ntreading water for half a minute to regain his bearings. With a slow lazy  \nbreast stroke, he returned to the rocks, closed and gathered up the leather  \npouch, and waded back to the shore. Cold trickles of water dripped off his body  \nand from his shoulder-length silvery mane as he padded naked back to the camp  \nsite.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Honeyrose was awake by now. The girl, still skyclad like himself, was  \ncrouching by the fire, an iron skillet in one hand and a wooden spoon in the  \nother. The scent of sausage, eggs, and fried potatoes, mingling with the coffee  \nbrewing to the side on the hot rocks that made up the fire pit filled the air,  \nawakening the Elf's appetite.  \n  \nThe Halfling looked up and gave Frelic a heart warming smile that nearly  \nmelted him into a puddle of affection, \"Good morning, Master Frelic,\" she  \nchirped, \"It's gonna be a few more minutes before breakfast is ready. How was  \nyour morning bath?\"  \n  \nFrelic crouched in front of the fire, letting the heat from the  \ncrackling flames warm his body and chase away the chilly water still dripping  \nfrom his hair and body, \"Cold and invigorating,\" he replied, \"just the way it  \nshould be. How is your bottom this morning?\" He smiled lovingly at his  \napprentice as her face reddened a little in the fire's glow.  \n  \nShe set the skillet and spoon down on the rocks next to the pot of  \ncoffee and rubbed her plush, jiggly rump, \"I recovered fine, Master,\" she said,  \n\"Surprising though considering the number you did on my butt last night.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Just the way it should be,\" the Elf chuckled, \"Hopefully, my little  \napprentice learned a valuable lesson last night.\"  \n  \nHoneyrose nodded emphatically, \"No worries, Master,\" she assured him, \"I  \ncertainly won't be wasting magick on mundane tasks again any time soon. I'd bet  \nmy ass on that.\"  \n  \n\"Yes. That goes without saying.\"  \n  \n  \nHoneyrose returned to her cooking, vigorously stirring the eggs, sausage  \nbits, and potatoes into a mouth watering mix in the skillet while Frelic  \nattended to the ponies tethered nearby. He groomed and fed their mounts then  \nled them down to the river to drink. Upon his return to the campsite, his  \napprentice had a bowl of breakfast mix and a steaming mug of black coffee ready  \nfor him.  \n  \nSitting together, cross legged on the grass-covered ground, Elf and  \nHalfling dined in silence, contemplating the crackling fire before them and  \npondering the final leg of their journey. Frelic took a hefty spoonful of his  \nmix, chasing it down with a sip of coffee. \"Marvelous,\" he said as he swallowed  \nthe first bite, \"You make one killer glop, Honeyrose.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The girl blushed again, \"Thank-you, Master,\" she humbly replied, \"I do  \ntake pride in my cooking, even if it is just breakfast mix, or glop as you like  \nto call it.\"  \n  \n\"Well hopefully, you will put as much care into your studies as you do  \ninto your cooking,\" he admonished her.  \n  \n\"I won't let you down, Master,\" Honeyrose vowed, \"Besides, since we are  \nsettling in Pinevale, close to my family, that means double trouble for my ass  \nif I fuck up, what with the tradition of spanked at school, spanked again at  \nhome, even though this is an apprenticeship with you I'm starting and not a  \ntraditional school.\" She rubbed her behind again then took a big bite of her  \nglop.  \n  \n\"Correction,\" Frelic replied. He swallowed a mouthful of breakfast mix  \nand took another sip of coffee, \"Not if you fuck up, but when you fuck up. It's  \npretty much a given that any youngster over the course of her training is going  \nto get the paddle across her bottom frequently. No matter how good you are, you  \nare going to get in trouble from time to time, especially a feisty, mischievous  \nlass like yourself.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Honeyrose nodded, her blush deepening as her Master talked about her aft  \nend so matter of factly, \"Yeah, I suppose you're right, Master,\" she conceded,  \n\"But I will try my hardest to behave.\"  \n  \nFrelic laughed, reaching over to pat his apprentice's bare tender  \nbottom, \"I'm always right,\" he corrected her, \"And I know that you will try hard  \nto be good and do well during your training. If I didn't believe that, I would  \nnot have recommended you to Mistress Aeraal to serve as our lab aide four years  \nago when we last visited your homeland.\"  \n  \n\"Thank-you, Master Frelic,\" the girl replied, \"But no offense intended,  \nI thought you pushed for me to join the two of you in the hope that Mistress  \nAeraal would let you practice boink magick with me.\" She giggled ever so cutely  \nand shot her master a coy gaze worthy of even the most alluring and expensive  \nElven whore.  \n  \nNow it was Frelic's turn to blush, \"Ah, well,\" he stammered, \"I won't  \nlie to you, dear. I plead guilty as charged to your accusation. I did indeed  \nhave hopes of making use of your tender assets during the course of my training.  \nWhat red blooded Elf lad wouldn't want to practice boink magick with a  \nsweetling like yourself? 'Tis too bad Mistress Aeraal was wise to my ploy  \nthough. That made it a most torturous four years for me, what with you parading  \nabout the area so scantily clad and frequently skyclad, and me not able to  \npartake of your sweetness.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nThe girl set her bowl down on the ground, sighed, and stretched cutely,  \nthen idly ran her fingers up and down the front and insides of her subtly  \nmuscular thighs, \"At least that helped you build up the self discipline needed  \nfor a life of wizardry. But I had no idea that it was Mistress Aeraal that was  \nresponsible for keeping us from getting too close, so to speak.\" The thought of  \nMaster Frelic desiring the use of her tender little body for the past four years  \ncaused a delightful tingle to ripple through her nether regions, manifesting as  \na gentle shudder that anyone else but the Elf could easily mistake for a shiver  \nin the chilly morning air. She finished off her mug of coffee and changed the  \nsubject, \"So, when do you think we will pull into Pinevale?\"  \n  \nFrelic thought a moment, casting a glance to the east, where the sun was  \nfinally slipping above the Whitetail Mountains, \"Probably early afternoon, if  \nthe weather holds out. It's not a difficult ride from here unlike the past few  \ndays have been.\"  \n  \n\"Do you think Mistress Aeraal will make it for my apprentice bonding?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"She would not miss it for anything,\" Frelic assured her, \"even if she  \nhas to hire a Dragon skiff to get here, she will be here in time for the  \nceremony.\"  \n  \n\"Ah good. How about for my birthday celebration?\" the girl asked, \"You  \nthink she will make it for that too?\"  \n  \nFrelic shrugged his shoulders and finished off his glop, \"That I can't  \nsay,\" he confessed, \"She is pretty busy and is really pushing it to get here in  \ntime for your bonding. Please don't be disappointed if she doesn't make it for  \nyour birthday.\"  \n  \nHoneyrose nodded understanding, \"Okay, I won't feel bad if she doesn't  \nmake it.\"  \n  \n\"I did hear that Shaasta and Hansen are working their way to Pinevale  \nfrom the south. Last word I had on them is that they should be here for your  \nparty.\"  \n  \n\"Oh goody,\" the girl giggled, \"With those two, it should be a thirteenth  \nbirthday to remember for ages to come. How's Shaasta recovering from her ordeal  \nanyway?\"  \n  \nFrelic set his empty bowl and mug on the ground and shrugged again, \"You  \nmean her escape from Mistress Triniti? Meh, she's doing wonderfully, according  \nto Hansen; no worse for the wear.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I can't imagine spending years as someone else's personal slave  \nmyself,\" the girl said, \"That must have been tough on your sister emotionally.\"  \n  \n\"Knowing Triniti,\" Frelic replied, \"Shaasta probably had it pretty nice.  \nCommander Feylight and her friends prefer to have personal pets instead of mere  \nslaves. Hell, I sometimes find myself missing Triniti, Natalie, and even  \nLieutenant Tarna. They did treat me and Shaasta quite well when we were  \ncaptives aboard the Bloodlust, despite being used as pleasure toys in ways you  \nprobably can't even begin to imagine.\" Once again, the Elf was blushing as he  \nrecalled those bittersweet memories from years past, memories that caused a  \nstirring between his legs. He adjusted his position on the ground to conceal  \nthe partial erection that was building down there.  \n  \n  \n\"So you liked being a pet then...\" Honeyrose was interrupted by a  \nsudden burst of the giggles.  \n  \n\"It's not a laughing matter,\" Frelic chided the giggling girl, \"If you  \nonly knew half the things that they put us through, especially Tarna. That bird  \nhad a repertoire of kinks that could have given the Falcon and the Mink a run  \nfor their money.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No no, Master,\" she swore, \"I wasn't laughing about that...\" she failed  \nto hold back another wave of giggles and pointed at the Elf, \"You're changing in  \nthe sunlight. You look like...like...like a Shroom Gnome.\"  \n  \n\"Wha?\" Frelic looked down at his hands. The once lightly tanned skin  \nwas now a deep blue, as were his legs, and the rest of his naked body. His gaze  \nreturned to his apprentice, his violet, feline eyes fixed accusingly on the  \nlass, \"Honeyrose, dear. I thought you said you had learned your lesson last  \nnight.\"  \n  \nThe frightened Halfling stood up and backed slowly away from Frelic,  \n\"But Master. This isn't my doing, I swear.\"  \n  \n\"Right,\" Frelic replied, his voice as icy as his gaze, \"Who else could  \nhave done this to me, one of our ponies?\"  \n  \n\"Please, Master,\" she begged, \"it wasn't me this time.\"  \n  \nBefore the girl could bolt, Frelic swiftly rose to his feet and lunged  \ntowards his apprentice, catching her with a firm grip on her upper arm.  \n\"There's no one else here but us, Honeyrose,\" he pointed out, \"and I know that  \nthis isn't my work. So that leaves only one other possibility.\" He marched the  \ngirl over to where the ponies were tethered and withdrew a riding paddle from  \none of the saddle bags.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Really, Master, I didn't. I wouldn't. I don't even know how to do  \nsomething like that.\" The Halfling's protests and pleadings were for naught.  \nFrelic bent the girl over his arm, holding her around her waist with a firm  \ngrip. There was no escape from the impending fate her bottom was going to soon  \nexperience, a fate that she knew was undeserved.  \n  \n\"What you did is a very basic prank spell that most any apprentice can  \npick up on easily,\" Frelic lectured her, \"Inanna knows I did the same to  \nMistress Aeraal back when I was her student. And just as I paid dearly for my  \nfoolish mischief, so shall you.\"  \n  \nHoneyrose sighed, resigned to her coming punishment, \"Even though I  \nstill maintain my innocence,\" she whimpered, \"you are my master and I am your  \nstudent. You are always right.\"  \n  \nFrelic smiled and gave the Halfling's vulnerably exposed bottom a light  \ntap with the paddle, \"Correct.\" The still morning air echoed with the rhythmic  \nbeat of hard oak on soft, naked flesh. Mingling with the sounds of the  \npaddling, the wails of the young Halfling girl filled Frelic's ears as the  \npunishment he unleashed on her bottom turned her tail a lovely shade of crimson.  \nThe paddle connected with Honeyrose's butt over two dozen times, each swat as  \nhard as its predecessor, until not a single square inch of her south end showed  \nany color except red.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nNear silence once again reigned across the grassy plain. The only  \nsounds were the pained sobs coming from Honeyrose as her master held her in his  \narms. His hands gently patted and caressed her sore, burning bottom while she  \ncried into his slender, blue-skinned chest.  \n  \n\"There there, sweetling,\" Frelic purred in her ear, \"It's all over; all  \nis forgiven.\" He planted a tender kiss on her forehead and wiped the tears from  \nher cheeks.  \n  \nHoneyrose gazed up at her master, and smiled at him through her deep  \nbrown misty eyes, \"You...You're not sore at me any more, Master?\"  \n  \nFrelic laughed and squeezed the girl's rump, causing her to gasp and  \nwince, \"Of course not, silly. My soreness at you has been transferred to where  \nit belongs, your sweet little bottom.\"  \n  \nHoneyrose blushed again and giggled, \"You know, this is going to make  \nthe ride rather uncomfortable.\"  \n  \n\"You can take it,\" Frelic assured her, \"Just think of each pulse of  \nsoreness down there as a reminder of this lesson you just received.\"  \n  \nShe nodded solemnly, then put her arms around Frelic, standing on the  \nballs of her feet as she touched her soft lips to his, \"Thank-you, Master for  \nnot being afraid to discipline me as you see fit.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Frelic was taken aback by the girl's sudden burst of submissiveness, and  \nthe caress of her lips on his caused another stirring between his thighs.  \n\"Well, I would not be a proper teacher if I didn't discipline you as I saw fit.  \nHis hands glided over her rump and down her thighs, playfully tickling the  \ninsides close to the hot tight folds of her smooth, virgin femininity. \"And I  \nwould also not be a proper teacher if I didn't reward you for being a proper  \napprentice either for that matter. And believe me, the rewards in store for you  \nwhen you excel are going to be every bit as wondrous as the punishments you can  \nexpect when your behavior or performance are beneath my standards are  \nexcruciating.\"  \n  \nHoneyrose smiled and gazed dreamily up at Frelic, \"Boink magick,\" she  \ntranslated, \"I hope that I please you often and that our four year wait proves  \nto be every bit as pleasant as you, as we imagined it would be.\"  \n  \nThe inevitable erotic lessons known as boink magick were an up and  \ncoming event that Frelic had thought about frequently. Knowing that he would  \nsoon engage in passionate rites with this tendertail he held in his arms  \noccupied his mind quite often of late. And it would seem that this upcoming  \nlesson had occupied the Halfling's thoughts as well.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \" Now, are you going to tell momma and daddy about what happened this  \nmorning?\", Honeyrose asked, changing the subject back to this most recent  \nincident.  \n  \n\"I very well could,\" Frelic replied, nodding solemnly. \"Of course, that  \nwould get you spanked by them I'm sure.\"  \n  \n\"Please no?\" she pleaded, \"I don't know if I could take another paddling  \nlike that so soon after.\" She wrapped her arms around the Elf and rested her  \nhead on his chest. \"Please?\"  \n  \nHer Master ran his fingers through her hair again and down her back,  \nuntil they rested on the upper curve of the girl's rump, \"I'll tell you what.  \nIf my skin returns to normal by the time we reach Pinevale, not a word will be  \nspoken of this incident,\" he promised.  \n  \n\"And if you haven't changed back by then?\"  \n  \n\"Well, questions will be asked, I'm sure. And I couldn't lie to your  \nparents. So you better hope that the blue does vanish completely by then.\"  \n  \nHoneyrose nodded and rubbed her sore bottom again, \"I'm sure it will...I  \nhope.\"  \n  \n  \nFrelic took a glance to the east, where Helasi had cleared the peaks,  \nand then to the west where thick clouds were starting to form over the peaks of  \nthe Gray Falcon Mountains, \"We best be getting started,\" he said, \"It looks like  \nwe might have a bit of a storm headed our way before we reach Pinevale.\" he  \ngave Honeyrose an affectionate open handed swat on her reddened bottom, causing  \nher to yelp, \"Now, let's go get dressed.\" He hefted her up and slung her over  \nhis shoulders like a sack of potatoes; and with his hand resting firmly on her  \nsore, bare ass, carried his giggling apprentice over to the pine tree where  \ntheir supplies were secured.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wizard and his apprentice fished around in their packs for their  \ntravel attire. Frelic extracted a black hip-length tunic, forest green cloak  \nwith a silver brooch clasp bearing a design of a paw print with the primary pad  \noverlaid with a willow tree, and black knee-high leather boots. Honeyrose wore  \nnothing but her apprentice uniform, a green tunic cinched around her waist with  \na black leather belt. The belt caused the lower portion of the tunic to fall  \naround her hips like a skirt that barely covered her sex in front, and in the  \nrear, left the lower curves of her plump little bottom exposed. It was rather  \nembarrassing to her still, but as both Frelic and Aeraal, as well as Grand  \nMistress Terria at Ponytail Lodge had explained to her years ago that this  \nfashion's purpose was to provide quick and easy access to her butt as needed.  \nAnd after four years of watching Frelic during his apprenticeship, herself  \nserving both Aeraal and Frelic as their aide, and the past couple weeks on the  \nroad with Master Frelic, she fully understood the importance of quick and easy  \naccess. Pause whatever you are doing, bend apprentice or aide over, raise back  \nof tunic, administer spanking or other punishment, then resume business as  \nnormal. Quick and efficient it was, with very little time wasted.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now fully dressed for travel, Elf and Halfling saddled and bridled their  \nponies, secured their packs behind the saddles, and mounted up. With firm  \nsmacks of their riding paddles on their mounts' shapely round butts, they made  \ntheir way south down the road to Pinevale.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}