Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind

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<playing record>

...and this is Lycanbane. About a hour ago I detected a military ship which is showing no signs of life. It doesn't looks damaged at all also. Just like it's crew just abandoned it. I think, I should scout out the situation on board...

<decryption video-file>

A Lambda-class T-4a shuttle is docking a Tartan-class corvette.

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...is very strange. It looks like there was a shootout on board, but I don't see any bodies. And maybe it's just my imagination, but I feel just like someone is watching me! I think, I'll check the logbook and that means that I should go the bridge. Over.

<decryption video-file>

A female wolf-like humanoid, which looks like a shistavanen, walks onto the bridge. Suddenly a see-through almost invisible humanoid silhouette appears in the entrance. It noiselessly follows the woman and when she stops in front of the main onboard computer suddenly grabs her by the scurf of her neck, almost effortlessly raising her above the deck. The woman starts snarling and cursing, while the see-through figure suddenly becomes visible. Judging by mandibles and and long, hair-like appendages on his head, that should be a yautja. He looks the struggling shistavanen closely before sitting down in the captain's seat, placing the girl over his lap. It looks like he doesn't think of her as of a worthy trophy. She growls angrily while he starts spanking her upturned backside. Her struggling and moaning and the loud sounds of smacks are proving that his spanks are very powerful. The shistavanen starts crying and howling in pain very quickly, squirming over yautja's lap and furiously kicking. She curses and growls, while he says something on his native language, which is still untranslatable for us. But it looks like he is lecturing or teasing her, while she stops cursing and starts begging him for mercy, surely having no idea how to show him that she's sorry for whatever he is blaming her for. Finally he stops and pushes her off his lap before becoming invisible again and disappear, while she starts hopping in place, furiously rubbing her freshly spanked backside, just like she is dancing some war dance...

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Burning Buns

A Trouble at a Bar

“Oh, mensch, this music sucks!” Belinda said, yawing drunk. This nightclub was quite expensive, and she spent here about few hours, dancing and drinking, looking for some handsome guy to flirt. This evening she was herself. Her usual loud and obnoxious self. “This kind of place makes me want to puke. I need a real drink to cope with the electronic music and robotic people!” she reached for a glass of whiskey.

Suddenly Belinda heard a strict female voice.

“I think you had a real drink already, young lady.” a tall brown-haired woman came close to the blonde. “You’d better to behave yourself, if you don’t want to get into a big trouble.”

The last thing Belinda wanted that night was to being lectured by some stranger.

“MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, BITCH!” she screamed and threw her drink on the woman, ruining her dress.

“This nightclub IS my business, I own it.” the furious woman said as she pulled Belinda across her lap. “You, young lady, have no idea how to act in a sophisticated establishment. Apparently no one has ever tried to teach you any manners. But I’ll be happy to. Let this be your first lesson.” The lady in red, Morgana, begun to spank Belinda’s big bottom, first over her jeans, then on her panties, and finally on her bare bottom, in front of the cheering bar patrons, until Belinda was howling and pleading for mercy. “No yet, my child,” the dark haired beauty said, smirking sinisterly, “Not until your backside is as red as this dress you just ruined.” Shaking her hand, Morgana turned to the bartender, “Nigel, my hand is beginning to get sore, could you be a dear, and run into my office and grab my hairbrush off of my desk? The large oval one.”

Nigel returned, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, and handed his boss the heavy hairbrush, that she quickly put to good use. True to her word, she didn’t release Belinda until her posterior was candy apple red, burning and blistered. After watching the German brat dance around in circles, her hands gently caressing her deep fried fanny, tears streaming down her cheeks, Morgana handed Belinda her panties back, telling her, “You can have these back, but since you ruined my dress, I’m keeping your pants.”

Belinda yelped, struggling to slip back into her panties, panties that felt two sizes too small now, and looked tearfully at the raven haired woman, “But I can’t go home like THiS, in just my underwear.”

“That’s not my problem, I have a bar to run. Bruno, please escort this brat out of my bar.”

Bruno, a bear of a man, easily lifted Belinda up, and slung her across his shoulder, and marched to the bar’s exit, while everybody in the bar gave him a loud round of applause. Heaving her out of the door, Belinda landed with a LOUD thud on her well punished posterior, before running off into the night, trying in vain to cover her glowing glutes with her tiny hands.

Taming the Sharp-Toothed Girl

Étienne de Villeneuve, an ancient vampire with centuries of refined cruelty, watched the struggling creature before him with a quiet, measured intensity. The female werewolf, half-transformed, muscles tense with defiance, let out a low growl, as she tried to get off the spanking bench. Every fibre of her being screamed to fight, to break free - but she could not.

Étienne stepped closer, his voice smooth as silk yet carrying the weight of undeniable authority. “Really, as my name is Étienne de Villeneuve, I will teach you to serve me properly, my rebellious little Chienne. ” His crimson gaze glowed in the dim candlelight, unwavering, unmerciful.

Gretchen did not reply. She merely breathed heavily, the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying both exhaustion and lingering defiance. Her bare buttocks was marked with deep red welts, the evidence of the vampire’s discipline. She rubbed at her burning, swollen buttocks, her body instinctively reacting to the punishment, though she refused to acknowledge its effect on her.

Étienne tilted his head, watching her reaction with a knowing smirk. “So, Gretchen, have you learned your lesson?”

The she-werewolf’s golden eyes flashed with resentment, her breath still ragged. “Ja, mein Herr ...” she finally growled between gritted teeth.

Étienne chuckled, the sound both dark and amused. He reached out, tracing his finger along the tips of the slightly worn birch rods. “You will learn more than mere obedience, Ma Chérie,” he whispered. “Your tricks — your attempts to shift, to resist me — will fail here. Your instincts, Ma Chérie, are a double-edged sword — raw, untamed, powerful. But in the wrong hands, they cut the wielder. That’s why you need me. I will shape them, sharpen them, guide your hand until every flick of your will is controlled. You will learn, Ma Chérie. And when you do, your body will answer commands before your mind can catch up. It's meant to create associative reflexes, Ma Chérie! You are a half-beast and your mind will not be able to resist these instincts."

Gretchen’s fangs bared instinctively, a silent promise that she would not yield so easily. Her half-transformed form — a strange mixture of feminine beauty and raw, untamed beast — shuddered with the conflict raging within her. She had thought herself clever when she sought out this vampire, believing she could outwit him, tear out his throat, steal his wealth, and disappear into the night. But she had underestimated him. His power was unlike anything she had encountered before — not just brute strength, but something more insidious.

The moment she had begun to transform, he had struck, his ancient will binding her in place, suffocating her resistance with the sheer force of his dominance. Now she could feel it — seeping into her mind, weaving itself into her instincts.

 She shuddered, the line between hatred and something far more dangerous beginning to blur. The ancient mind control power of the vampire was so overwhelming that she had no choice but to submit to the punishment. Now Gretchen began sense that she had fallen deeply in trap and that the refined aristocrat had decided to train her into an obedient pet for his own amusement and at times for his work tasks.

Etienne looked at her understandingly and added: "Believe me, I can train bitches like you very effectively. You need everyday discipline, until you serve me like a humble, trained she-werewolf."

Gretchen bared her teeth even more, revealing her large fangs. “Scheiße …”, a phrase in German could be heard in her growl.

Étienne leaned closer, his voice like a whisper of silk and steel. “I will break you, Gretchen. And when I do, you will not only obey — you will crave it.”

First Person Point of View...

...at a Brat War Dance or Bad Girl Boogie

Behind Closed Doors

“HOWL!!!”

“And if I’ll catch you out at night again, this will be a walk in the park in comparison!”

“HOWL!!! OWIEE!!!”

“You better learn your lesson!”

“HOOWL!!! Yes! Yes!”

“You will bring attention to us!”

“HOOOWL!!! I’m sorry! I’ll be more careful!”

“Nobody can know our secret!”

“HOOOWL!!! I’ll be more discreet! I promise!”

“It’s not the first time!”

“OWWW!!! No! I know!”

“But it better be the last!”

“HOOOWL!!! Yes! OOOOW!!!!”

Who's Been a Naughty Boy?

 

Vampire Nightclub

"AROOOOW!!!!"  the howling accompanied by very loud slapping sounds could be heard all  over the block. A few passers-by stopped to look around several  times,trying to figure out, where are strange sounds coming from, but  with no success most of them just shrugged their shoulders and moved on.  Few of them understood, that a plaintive howl was coming right from an  old pub, which had a very ambiguous reputation. There were rumours among  the townsfolk that those pub was nothing more but a gangster den or  something, but many people believed that usual customers there were not  just a regular bandits, but supernatural creatures. And that was another  reason not to try to eavesdrop, what is going on. Especially because  announcement on the door was saying: "Tonight private party, admission  strictly by invitation".

A tall and well-built young  werewolf-woman was howling and bawling in pain, squirming and struggling standing in front of a littler vampire girl on all fours. The vampiress was holding her  surprisingly strong by the scurf of her neck, smacking her plump buttocks repeatedly with all her power.

"So,  flea-bitten mutt, are you finally ready to tell me, who send you to my  pub?" the vampiress asked, raising her hand for an another stroke. A  bunch of nicely dressed vampires giggled, watching them. This she-wolf  was quite bold in the beginning, after one of the waitress found out,  that she is not a vampire as she tried to pretend. Trying to break out  from the pub, she not just shifted in her wolf-form, but even crashed  few stools, broke some bottles and ruined an old poster with an  autograph of a forgotten jazz singer on it. But the bouncers got her,  and the pub owner decided to teach an unwelcome guest a good lesson herself.

"OWIEEE!!!" the werewolfess wept bitterly, wagging her  terrible sore bottom and kicking her long legs. "Please, just let me go!  OW!!! OW!!!"

"Not before you'll tell me everything I wish to  know!" the vampiress said, giving the she-werewolf few more stinging strokes, making her scream and struggle.

"Okay! OW!!! OUCH!!!  Okay! I am not send by anyone! OWIEEE!!! I swear! OUCH!!!!" the  she-werewolf kicked her legs furiously, squirming and wagging her  terrible sore bottom, trying to make the stinging sensation in her  well-spanked buttocks easy even a bit.

"Bullshit! Tell me the  truth!" the vampiress gave her an especially painful spank, making her  bawl so loud, that all the glasses started cracking. "Oh, it looks like  you're giving me one more reason to tan your fat ass right to bones!  Tell me the truth finally, or I'll spank you into to next week!"

"OWIEEE!!!!  But I'm telling the... EEEYOOOW!!!! I'm promise! I swear! I'm not  lying! I came here by my own! I hoped, if I'll find out something  interesting about these vampires plans, my alpha will promote me in the  pack..." she broke in tears.

"Oh, how sweet! A flea-bitten loser  tried to spy on us just hoping, that it will help her to promote in her  pack of losers! I'm sorry, but it looks like you lose again! Okay, wolfie, I believe you. And the interrogation is over. But now I need to  punish you for this mess in my pub!" the vampiress looked at her customers. "Ladies and gentlemen, how many strokes of my lovely silver paddle deserves this werewolf-bitch for all the damage she had done?  And the first of all - any strokes I already gave her don't count!"

Hard Luck Werewolf

It was a cool spring morning. A lone tall blonde girl was walking through a forest. She looked around and noticed a rainbow.

"How interesting!" she whispered to herself "As I heard, a rainbow in a fine day should lead to a leprechaun's gold... Or a lair? Ugh! Nevermind! I'd better to check it!"

So she sneaked to the place, where the strange rainbow was rising from, carefully looking around and sniffing the air just like a hunting wolf.

"Oh, what do I see!" suddenly she heard a mocking voice "Where is your green, lass? Did you forgot what a day today is?"

The blonde turned around and saw a small red-bearded man dressed in green costume and top hat.

"What do you mean 'my green', dwarf?" she asked back "And I don't care what a day is today, it's more important that the moon is still almost full these nights!"

"That was rude, lass!" the man in green replied "I guess, you need a lesson!"

"Oh, leave me alone, dwarf! Don't bother me, if you don't want me to teach you a lesson!" the blonde growled and showed him her wolfish teeth.

The man in green just smirked and suddenly snapped his fingers. The she-werewolf growled louder, but before she made any move, she suddenly became almost equal high with the man in green. She gulped out of surprise.

"What had you done?! Who the hell are you?!" she screamed. Suddenly her ears became pointed, while her body started to cover with a grey fur.

The man in green smirked.

"I don't care if you are a supernatural creature just like I am, wolf lass. But don't you dare to insult a leprechaun at Saint Patrick's Day! And since you was this rude, I think just a single pinch won't be enough to teach you a proper lesson!" the leprechaun took the she-werewolf by her hand and lead her to a stump. He sat on the stump and pulled her over his knees.

"Is this really that necessary?" she growled.

"Oh, this is very necessary, wolf lass!" he said, pulling her leather pants down, revealing her lace pink panties. He pulled them down too and took her by her tail. Then he raised his hand, and the first heavy spank landed on her plump buttocks. The she-werewolf whined in surprisingly sharp pain. The leprechaun continued spanking her. He was using just his hand, but his spanks were surprisingly painful, so the she-werewolf quite quickly started howling and squirming in pain, furiously kicking her legs and struggling to break out, but the leprechaun only laughed at her futile stand, continuing the punishment.

"OW!!! OWIEEE!!!! OUCH!!! Please, stop! EEEYOOOW!!!! I am sorry! OUCH!!! OW!!! YARAAA!!! That really hurt! OUCH!!! OW!!! OUCH!!!"  the she-werewolf howled and bawled in pain, begging for mercy.

"Oh, I don't think, that you really learned your lesson, wolf lass!" the leprechaun giggled. "You're howling is too weak! Howl louder! I said louder! I want your song to be heard all over the forest!" he laughed.

The she-werewolf howling became louder, then even louder and more and more plaintive. And the more plaintive it becomes, the less human she was looking alike. And when she turned into a wolf completely, the leprechaun finally stopped the punishment.

"Perfect! Now I believe, that you are sorry, wolf lass! And run away, beast!" he pushed her off his knees and gave her a powerful kick, before  snapping his fingers once more.

The she-wolf ran away, howling in pain and not noticing that she returned to her normal size, while the rainbow disappeared, just like it never was there...

Warm Evening

"AU!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! I am sorry, Frau Smith! AUA!!!"

"Are you, Miss Krüger? Judging by the fact, that you dare to sassy to me even after a caning I gave you this morning for your attitude, I doubt a lot that you are sorry even a bit!"

"AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! AU!!!!"

In Pennies

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!!"

"Hold still, Miss! It's in your own interests, if nobody here will know about our little deal, isn't it?"

"AUA!!! Yes... AU!!! It is... AUTSCH!!!!"

"Are you still thinking that it is a good idea to rummage through other people's things a good one, Miss?"

"AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! Nein! AUTSCH!!! No! AUTSCH!!! I am sorry! AUA!!!"

"Good! But I'm sure your fat German ass can take as much, as you tried to steal from me! In pennies!"

"AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! AUA!!! AU!!!!"

Watchdog

"OWIEE!!!"

"Hadn't we agreed, that you'll stay with the Dragonborn, while I'll look for that damned crypt?!"

"OW!!! But I was by him! OW!!!"

"Oh, yeah? And where is he now? We should all meet at Standing Stones!"

"Yes, but... OWIEE!!! We were passed by a cave and he asked me to wait him outside... OW!!! So I did, but he didn't return... OWIEE!!!"

"You did what?! Hadn't you even thought, that that something could happen to him in that cave?! Why didn't you follow him?!"

"HOWL!!! But he ordered... OWIEEE!!!"

"Does it really matter, what had he ordered? Dovakin is too important for the world to losing him such a stupid way! You should sneak after him! Werewolves are always in trouble!"

"HOWL!!!"

Library Rules

 

Cornertime for Belinda