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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 74 - Shopping

This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters_._ _

Fates of the Unicorns is the cover and a good place to start for new readers.

Zoriah swished her green dragon tail as she walked down the sunny streets of the dragon capital. All around her rose the distant but comforting walls of the massive crater and the peaks of mountains beyond. It was a clear day and she could see the crater rim sharply defined against the sky where it wasn't blocked by the shops and buildings of the ritzy trading district she was visiting. Being full of expensive shops, it was located closer to the center so was out of the shade of the rim walls almost the entire day. Lucky for them as tall as the cliff walls were, the bowl of the crater was massive and the morning and evening shadows did not extend too far for most of the seasons. Cheaper and less important shops and structures were closer to the walls, especially the north and south rims which were often in shade much of the day.

She couldn't make out Rahmor's lair from here, it was blocked by a row of buildings and would be just a dot anyways, even if she could pick it out from the thousands of others. She couldn't pick her own lair out either, which was fine. She would be seeing it soon enough. It was easy to forget that the view was so blocked and cluttered from down here. From up near the top edges of the crater walls where she and most dragons made their homes, one could see the whole of the city below. Or at least see the tops of buildings and trees. She supposed one only had the illusion of seeing everything from up there. In reality you could only make out the surface. The shops and dragons and furry slaves working under them were hidden until you got down there yourself and joined them. Even then you could only see a small part at once.

Much like her own job as a military intelligence officer. As much as she studied the enemy, and her own kind to try and devise strategy and predict outcomes, you could never really know what went on in the minds of others. They were a vast, almost unknowable city. Just like the Dragon capital. Huge and complex and with many roads that did not always lead where they seemed. She could almost forgive her slave when he occasionally got distracted by the view and didn't notice when she made a turn. Almost.

Girly gacked as his leash was yanked hard, choking him until he could scramble on all fours into position at his Mistresses' heels, turning from one street onto another. He focused on her feet, trying to ignore the sights around him and keep from missing yet another turn and getting painfully tugged by the neck again. So many dragons and slaves. One large dragon nearly stomped on his tail, it's heavy foot coming down just as the unicorn yanked the golden locks out of the way. He did that on purpose I bet! He nearly missed his Mistress as she turned once more, but managed to follow her through the large doors of one of the many shops. He quivered as he took in the interior. It was filled with bondage and torture devices. He wasn't SURE they were torture devices. But anything with cuffs and sharp parts couldn't very well be anything else. Not in a dragon city!

Zoriah looked around the shop, pleased. She had never been in it before, but had heard others speak of it. It specialized in quality, hand crafted and unique bondage, torture and restraints. No simple iron collars here, but intricate devices that looked as good as they hurt. She dropped the leash to browse, knowing her unicorn slave would behave. The last time he had displeased her she had taken his balls. He had become much tamer after that. A platform in the center of the large showroom was displaying an interesting device, complete with a test subject. A white hooved and horned creature was kneeling on the platform, legs spread, hands bound behind his back. His ass was not resting on his hooves or ankles, but lifted, his body held in place by leather straps bound to several iron bars sunk into the platform. Even his head was strapped in place, the cervine utterly immobilized.

Zoriah said "My my, what is this?" She walked around the platform once, examining what she saw. The goat-like slave had an erection, the cock head tied in place so it couldn't move, a tight ring around the base keeping him hard. A small clock-like device sat next to it, a pendulum swinging back and forth, ticking and a feathered brush stroking back and forth along his member, making the boy twitch at every movement. A porcelain dish was set in front of his cock, looking like it was meant to catch anything he might ejaculate. It was on what was clearly a scale of some sort, with a small wire running between his legs. She crouched down behind him and saw what looked like a clam-shell made of metal positioned between his legs, the goat's balls between the two halves. The design of everything from the restraints to the devices was very well done. More than just serviceable, it was a work of art in it's own right.

"Good afternoon, Mistress" said an elderly looking dragon.

Zoriah stood and turned, smoothing out her dress as she nodded to the dragon. "To you as well. Are you the owner?"

"Trukim Vesiselm at your service" said the dark red dragon, his scales almost black, the color of old blood. He was dressed in a finely tailored vest and matching kilt, his horns decorated with bands of silver. "An interesting device, is it not?"

Zoriah turned back to the strange hoofed creature on display, giving the furry slave a quick look over. No clothes, and a strange mix of patterns across his fur. Mostly white with brown markings here and there and a short zebra-like mane. She was sure he must be some soft of crossbreed. Goat and horse perhaps? Hard to say. Crossbreeds were rare and unusual. Some dragons liked having such unique mixes to show off, others felt it was wrong to mix the purity of two separate species, not liking the idea it might be done to dragons too. She didn't care either way, but had to admit this mix was rather pleasing to the eye. He had on a metal collar like all slaves. This one adored with the name of the shop, his owner and his name, M5. An interesting name. Some dragons numbered their slaves, not caring to give them names, or use the ones they had before being sold. He was looking down, his mouth filled with a large ball gag, eyes half closed as he squirmed from the stimulation. "What does it DO?" she asked.

Trukim said, "It's quite simple. The modified clock pendulum moves the stimulating stroker across the victim's cock, which will eventually cause them to climax. When he does, it will be collected in the bowl in front, which is on a finely balanced scale. The weight will set it off, triggering one our newest toys, The Clam." He held out a duplicate of the device poised over the goat's balls.

Zoriah took the device, handling it delicately. On closer inspection it did look like a clam. She opened it, discovering it was spring loaded, the clam snapping shut when she released it, but not with much force. It was all very sleek and well designed, all the mechanics were inside and she couldn't see how it operated.

Trukim pointed at the side of the hinge, "There is a key there. You can turn it to wind or unwind the spring to adjust it's tightness."

Zoriah hmmed and opened it once more, letting it close over a finger. She turned the key and felt the device getting tighter and tighter. She winced as it began to clamp painfully on her finger and she pried it off, letting it close again, the snap of it much louder.

Trukim said, "The key fits in the other side as well. Turn it clockwise to engage the ratchet. Once engaged, the clam will close, but can't be opened. May I suggest you loosen the spring and try it out?"

Zoriah unwound the clam with her key until the spring was loose and it opened with out resistance. She removed the key and slid it into the other end of the hinge, turning it until she got a click. Now when she closed the clam with her fingers she could hear tiny clicks, and indeed, it refused to open. She turned the key in the other direction and it opened once more. She immediately thought of many uses for it, grinning and revealing her teeth.

Trukim said, "Yes, an ingenious toy is it not? It has one more interesting feature. Turn the key one more click and it locks it in place, but with a trigger if it's trigger is set off. That is how the one on display is set. Once the scale has been tipped, it will trigger the clam between his legs, causing it to snap shut with as much force as it has been wound."

Zoriah chuckled, "Is that so? How tightly has that one been wound?"

Trukim let a smirk of his own show, "Very."

M5 let out a soft whimper at that, closing his eyes as he tried harder to ignore the slow stroking. He knew he couldn't resist the device forever. It's creator was very clever and diabolical when it came to such things, knowing how to build and work with metals, both normal and alchemical based, and able to think up devilish ways to torture and torment a slave. He knew it was hopeless, that soon he would trigger the damn thing. He wished now that he had never built it! But it has been so much fun testing it on others!

Zoriah looked over the device some more, then adjusted the spring, locking the clam open and touched the trigger. It closed with a satisfying snap, making M5 twitch and let out a moan. She giggled softly, then opened it once more and without hesitation positioned it over her nipple and triggered it. She hissed as it clamped down on her nub, the soft fabric of the dress little protection against the metal edges of the clam-shells. "Ahhhh..." she said as she hissed in a breath and with a trembling hand pried it open. She hissed, "It DOES work well, doesn't it?"

M5 had opened one eye to glance up, then wished he didn't as he saw her try it out on her nipple. The dragoness was curvy, sexy, and the sight of her torturing her own nipple just got him even more excited, which was the LAST thing he needed! He loved torture.

Zoriah was a dragon, with dragon eyes and the glance didn't slip by her attention. With a smirk she said, "Come here Girly! Stand and attend to your Mistress"

Girly nodded and stood, "Yes Mistress." He walked up to face her, hands behind his back and only trembling a little. He gave a slight snort as his Mistress began to stroke his sheath, the gentle touch quickly rousing him to stiff attention.

M5 gulped as he watched the dragoness tease her slave. He didn't have to imagine what her fingers would feel like on his cock, the damn device stroking him did a good enough job. With a start he realized the stallion had no balls. That made him squirm a bit more. He wondered if it was anything he had designed that had done it.

Zoriah adjusted the tension on the clam, then pressed it down over the tip of her unicorn stallion's cock. Snap!

Girly arrrrrghed and started to bend over, then leaned back, rocking on his hooves. His cocktip screamed in agony at the pinching, squeezing pressure. He had plenty of practice at dealing with abuse from his Mistress, so as difficult as it was, he stood his ground and took it, huffing.

M5 hurrrfed in the gag. He much preferred seeing a mare being tortured, but seeing one of those holier than thou unicorns brought down a peg or two was nearly as good. He felt his cock throb once as he saw the dragoness fingering her nipple and turning an eye to regard him. Dammit! Why couldn't it have been a slow day? His Master had to pick today to put him on display with his newest creations.

Zoriah grabbed the clam and with a yank, twisted it off! She watched Girly finally lose it and fall to his knees, clutching the tip of his abused cock as he whinnied. "How do you come up such terrible things" she asked?

Trukim patted the slave on display, scratching him between his ears. "I have several talented metalworkers and some mages I hired for crafting the more delicate components. But my slave here comes up with the best designs."

Zoriah said, "The goat? How do you force him to build things he knows will be used to hurt his own kind? I've found that creative types are delicate and are difficult to handle. Some simply can't be forced to use their skills."

The dragon shopkeeper fingered one of M5's ears, "Oh, no such problems here. I have spent my life breeding and training my assistants. Brutal torture and rape can do wonders to mold and shape a slave's mind and attitude. He enjoys seeing his own kind suffer. He isn't happy when I test his creations on himself, but he is a slave and knows his place. Besides... I only test the final product on him. I have other slaves that he uses to test the prototypes on, more of his breed. He used to be one of them before he was promoted. One day, another will be promoted in his place."

Zoriah nodded at the mention of breeding slaves. Most dragons preferred wild caught to captive bred, and hardly any dragons enjoyed dealing with furry hatchlings. They were worse than normal furries and nearly untrainable. Best to let furries deal with that sort of thing and capture them once they are old enough to properly train and obey.

She was pleased however at how obedient and well trained this one was, smiling as she patted M5 on his nose, "Good boy."

M5 blushed at the pat, embarrassed at being talked about, but it was all true, even if 'promotion' was not the word he would have used. He tortured his predecessor M4 to death, and would eventually suffer the same fate. His cock throbbed again as he thought about the day of his promotion, and more as the dragoness stroked his muzzle, the pat turning into a petting. Rrrrrgh!

Zoriah continued to examine the strange furry and asked, "How often do you promote new ones?"

Trukim said, "It depends on how useful my current slave is. As long as they continue to perform, they keep their position. When they stop... that is when the next one steps up to take their place."

Zoriah straightened up and said, "I see. Must be good motivation. All right, I'll take, lets see... mmm... five of them."

Trukim scribbled down her order and handed the slip to the dragoness.

"Expensive, but I was expecting that. Anyone who sells torture devices must take great pleasure in torturing his customers purses as well."

Trukim lifted his hands in submission, "I am but a poor merchant. Devices such as these take much labor to assemble."

Zoriah laughed, "Poor indeed. The only poor around here are the poor slaves you whip into building your little toys. Very well."

Girly let out a little whimper, still clutching his now deflated, but still aching cock. Five of them? He wondered how she planned to use them, but quickly directed his thoughts elsewhere. No doubt it would be in painful and humiliating ways. He glanced at the whatever it was on display and cursed him silently. He frowned as he saw the goat's head lift a bit and look at him, lips making a smirking grin. The bastard! Then his leash was taken up and yanked, all thoughts directed to following and serving his Mistress.

M5 watched the unicorn get hauled around by his Mistress, enjoying seeing how easily she dominated him. One pull on his leash and he had visibly slumped and submitted, focusing on her feet like nothing else in the world mattered. That was one hot dragoness. He wondered what she would do to him, and if she had any unicorn mares. Would his clamps be used on them? So hot! He shuddered at the thought and then let out a muffled ahhhhhhhhh as he finally lost control and climaxed, spurting his seed into the bowl and watching with wide eyes as it lowered!

Zoriah turned her head at the loud groan, seeing the shop owners slave spurting his load. Then there was a quick click-snap sound and the goat screamed in his gag, body arching and trembling as the clam-shell closed tight over his tender bits. "Now Girly, thank your Mistress for making you immune to such terrible tortures."

Girly didn't even have time to enjoy the little slave get tortured by his own design. He flushed in humiliation and said, "Thank for taking my balls, Mistress." He knew the words by heart now, but still did not believe them. Even with the pain his Mistress had caused them, he wanted them back... he wanted to be complete again. A stallion. Not... gack!

"Girly! Make yourself useful!"

Girly mmphed as the bag handle was shoved into his mouth and he crawled behind his Mistress, carrying the toys he knew would soon be used on him and the others, crawling on hands and knees obediently.

Trukim closed the door behind the dragoness and smiled, "I'm going to have to make more of these, slave. They are selling well and only after a few days."

M5 trembled and mmmmmphed loudly at the crushing pain, pleading with his eyes.

Trukim laughed, "Very well. You need to get to work on a few of the custom designs I have taken commissions for. You should enjoy them, the requirements are for some seriously evil maiming. I even bought a cute little bitch to test them on. Her survival is NOT required, but the devices working as promised ARE."

M5 mmmphed his approval, his vision a haze of pain and unable to think very clearly.

"Now... where did I put the key..."

M5 groaned!

...

Zoriah gazed at various establishments as she walked, occasionally giving Girly's leash a tug for no other reason than she enjoyed it. The toys would be fun, but she wanted something more for tonight dinner with Rahmor. She hmmed as she passed various shops and stores. Clothing... no... she doubted she would be wearing much for long tonight! Bondage? Rahmor had rooms full of leather and cuffs. Very little he needed, and she suspected the toys she had just bought might be the ONLY bondage in the entire empire he didn't yet have three of. Food? No, she had THAT covered. Jewelery? Something nice for her, or for one of his slaves? She snorted. One of his mares was a descendant of some former royal house and was wearing priceless heirlooms. Nothing she could afford would beat that.

A store caught her eye. The Painted Scale. Now THERE was an idea. She gave a hard tug, nearly making Girly drop the bag in his mouth and pulled him into the store. She heard a loud erf and whump as she entered and looked back to see her stallion had gotten himself stuck in the door as it closed. She rolled her eyes. He still had MUCH to learn!

Girly grunted, the door having dug into his side painfully. The damn thing swung shut a lot faster than he had thought and now he was stuck! He started to squirm through, but a HARD yank on his leach hauled him the rest of the way and he hurrrrrrrked as he was nearly strangled, finally being hauled into the store and collapsing onto the floor, choking. He had just enough sense to yank on his tail and felt the door just brush against the tip as it slammed shut. He coughed and gasped, that could have been BAD!

"May I help you?" asked a slim gray dragon. "I am Markoc, the owner of The Painted Scale."

Zoriah tilted her head down, the dragon before her was a bit smaller than average, and with her extra height the size difference was noticeable. "A pleasure. I'd like to have some work done for a special occasion."

"I see. Temporary or permanent? We do painting as well as tattooing, piercing, and branding."

Zoriah said, "Temporary, for now at least. Branding, hmm?" She looked down at Girly and pondered.

The former stallion gulped and quickly took the handle of the bag in his teeth and moved to a submissive kneel, composing himself and steadying his gasping breaths as much as he could. He didn't want a brand! Just the thought of hot metal being pressed into his flesh made him suffer, and due to his unicorn healing it would have to be burned in DEEP to last long, and even then repeated at least weekly to stay fresh. He didn't DARE look up and plead, no matter how badly he wanted to blurt out his pleads and begs.

Zoriah gave a chuckle, "What sort of brand would you suggest?"

Markoc followed the green dragoness's gaze and gave the stallion a critical eye, noting his lack of balls. Guessing this dragoness leaned to the extreme he thought for a moment over some of the more unusual requests he had been asked to perform. Finally he said, "Most give the rump the design of it's owners name, but I have found that with equines, a nice pattern on the tongue can have interesting effects."

Zoriah blinked in surprise, having expected him to suggest just that, or maybe even a cock branding. "Tongue? Really? What sort of effects?"

Markoc said, "The scars left can give those wide horse tongues an interesting texture. Quite noticeable when licking, especially when servicing shall we say, sensitive parts."

Girly's eyes were wide and he kept his mouth firmly shut for even MORE reasons now! His tongue? BURNED? It would heal of course, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. A lot! He was far too familiar with pain and agony and was terrified of what his Mistress could do if she ever put her mind to it. It was a struggle not to move, but he kept still anyway. It was the best way to handle a dragon. Just like facing down a snake. Just stay still, don't move... maybe it will ignore you and go away!

Zoriah hurrrfed. "Interesting, but I think I'll decline."

Markoc nodded, "As you wish, Miss." Inwardly he relaxed. He didn't mind doing branding, but did prefer not to be so extreme. He enjoyed more refined artistic expressions and was glad to see this client seemed to be as like minded as well, even if she did chop bits off her pets. Perhaps it was a deserved punishment.

"What I am really looking for, is something for myself. I have a... special dragon I am seeing tonight. I'd like to do something for him."

Markoc turned his eye back to the green dragoness. A lovely color, if a bit plain due to her not having any secondary colorings. "Your, special friend's color?"

Zoriah said, "Blue. Deep metallic blue." She had almost said "red" and blushed at the fact that her mind went THERE when thinking about Rahmor.

Markoc nodded, "Yes... yes. Then I would suggest we start with painting your talons. A nice metallic red. Give you that 'just killed prey' look. Then some dark blue spirals. Horns. Wrists and ankles. Breasts. A nice fancy one down the length of your tail too."

Zoriah nodded, agreeing. The spiral had special significance to a dragon. It symbolized the wrapping of ones tail around an object. Ownership. Possession. Blue spirals on her would be in effect saying she was Rahmor's property. She liked that. A lot.

The gray dragon walked around the dragoness slowly, looking her up and down. Quite a beauty. She would be a joy to work on. Whoever she would be visiting tonight was one lucky dragon indeed. From her reaction she was the submissive in the relationship. He decided on another addition, lifting a taloned finger to point at her belly, just above her crotch and explained his idea.

"Oh yes, that sounds lovely" she said, then leaned in and whispered a bit.

Markoc said, "I have just the thing. Let me get my slave assistant to take care of that."

Girly stopped paying attention once his Mistress had decided against branding him, ignoring the conversation and letting his panic slowly subside. It took all his control not to slump to the ground or leap on her feet to kiss her gratefully. He was going to have to be on his BEST behavior. As stern and strict as she was, he still sometimes forgot that mistakes could cost him. Cost him a lot! A tug on his leash brought him out of his thoughts. He quickly followed the two dragons into a back room, filled with chairs and tables, some with straps and restraints. Racks of brushes, bottles and jars full of colors filled the walls. He ooohed under his breath, it was like someone had bottled rainbows and put them on display. Paintings hung here and there which just added to the colorful display. The ceiling glowed a pleasant white, some sort of magical tiles suspended by wires. Priceless artifacts from an age long passed. He watched his Mistress disrobe and take a spot in the center of the room. He couldn't help but give her a look. She was no mare but still, was female... there was NO mistaking that! He felt his cock stir, then nearly jumped at a hand on his shoulder and a soft voice.

"Come with me, sit here" said a naked unicorn.

Girly blinked a bit at the unicorn, unsure of what he was looking at. Her mane and tail were white, a silvery color instead of the gold he was expecting. Her eyes were red too, a strange and unsettling look. He glanced at the dragon questioningly.

The mare shook her head with a smile, knowing what he was thinking. "I was born like this, he didn't do this to me. My name is Angel, and I'm an albino."

Girly had heard the term, although he never saw anything with the condition, let alone a fellow unicorn. It did give her an exotic look, and he took advantage to oggle her, not getting many chances to see a female of his own kind. The last female he had seen had cost him his balls! He winced and hoped this time would not have such severe consequences. He didn't flinch as she touched him again and guided him to a chair, following her and giving her ass a nice look, seeing it as her silver-white tail swished back and forth.

Angel led the stallion, or former stallion to a chair, sitting him down in it.

Girly sat down, shifting a bit in the strange seat. It was able to recline and swivel and change heights. A rather intricate setup. He let the mare, Angel, place his hooves on little platforms, then blushed as she spread his legs wide and strapped them to supports, keeping him exposed. He gulped and saw her opening a kind of toolbox and tried not to whine, "She didn't... you... your not going to..."

Angel finished opening the box, revealing a large collections of paint brushes, sponges and other artistic tools.

Girly let out a breath, not seeing any knives or medical tools like he had feared. Just some paint. That wouldn't be so bad, right? He watched with not a relaxed, but less terrified expression.

Angel had been told what to do, and was as happy as the stallion that she wouldn't be branding him. She would, if ordered, but didn't like to see anyone hurt, let alone be the one to do it. But being a slave meant one didn't always have a choice in the matter. You could only try to be as gentle as possible. Luckily most of this wouldn't hurt him. She arranged the small jars of pigment, selecting the colors she would need for both jobs, then began.

Girly blushed and squirmed as she began to paint over the now smooth area where his balls used to be. The paint had a cold feeling, like a mint-smelling cream he had used after working out on sore muscles. But although it had that same cool tingle, it smelled like chemicals. Not something he would want to have on him for long. Seeing the mares head and hands between his legs had other effects however and he struggled not to get an erection. He failed completely, just like when he had that trap on. He sighed, flushing in embarrassment. IF he couldn't stop himself when his balls were on the line, he couldn't be expected to control himself for just a little embarrassment. He licked his lips, maybe she would be impressed and could sneak a bit of fun in when nobody was looking? He met her eyes hopefully.

Angel looked at the stallions erection and smiled, "Oh... good... I'm very glad to see that."

Girly let out a proud grin, relaxing and getting even harder, watching her set down the paintbrush and reach for his cock. He erked as she wrapped some sort of rubber coated wire around the base. It was tight and not very comfortable. "Wha...?"

Angel said, "Thanks. Sometimes I have to use my mouth to get a subject hard before I paint them. I'm glad your relaxed enough to do it yourself without any help from me. This will keep you hard for the whole session. Sorry if it's a little tight."

Girly groaned, silently cursing his luck. He really needed to work on his control... but it was so hard with a unicorn mare right THERE. He shivered again as she went back to work and wondered what she was doing. He couldn't really see much. He glanced around as she worked, but his Mistress was partially blocked by equipment and racks of items for sale, so could only see glimpses as the dark gray dragon moved around her, painting various designs here and there. Lots of spiral shapes he could see, but not much detail.

"How does that look?"

Girly looked back to the mare when she spoke, and saw her holding up a small mirror. He gulped, not sure what to think. She had painted a set of balls on him! Unicorn fur was pretty short compared to many furry species, and down there it was especially fine, so the paint worked especially well. They looked almost real... shaded and highlighted expertly. But they were all purple and bruised. It looked like he had balls again, but after a very brutal beating. He was sure his cock would have crawled back into his sheath if it wasn't clamped at the base to keep it erect. "Uhm... it's... well done... very realistic." It was indeed. He could almost feel them hurting, and wouldn't mind enduring some pain if he could just have them back!

Angel beamed and smiled, "Thank you." She put away the colors, and selected new ones, mostly shades of red. She took a wide brush and began to paint the stallions cock in long, smooth strokes.

Girly groaned and tried not to arch his back, the paint brush flowing over his cock, half tickling and half... ngggggg... feeling very good! The last thing he wanted to do right now was cum! He tried to think non-sexy things, but no matter what he tried he couldn't escape the fact that a hot mare was tickling his cock with a brush. Like a little tongue. Rrrrrgghhnnh. He closed his eyes, but it didn't help. He looked around the room, but it only made it feel even BETTER because he never knew when new strokes would happen. He gave up that and just stared, panting.

Angel spoke while she worked, sometimes moving to one side or the other to get access to the entire penis as she painted. "Sorry... I'd stop to let you calm down... but I have to work quick. Don't want to keep my Master or your Mistress waiting!"

Girly nodded and groaned, then tried to stammer out a warning. He must have been successful as the mare took a rag and caught his spurts as he came. He groaned in humiliation and embarrassment, then slumped, his mind wandering. He had remembered his first climax after loosing his balls. He had been surprised that anything still came out. It was all clear, none of the milky-white stuff that it used to be, but he still could make a mess.

Angel set side the rag, then went back to work as if nothing happened. It was best to ignore such things. It made the slaves more comfortable. Dragons of course had no need for such treatment. If they were made horny by her work they would simply use her to get off, in any way they wished, and she would continue after they were done. She had learned to work her arts even when she was sore from a rough dragon. She let the stallion pant as she finished, then admired her work. One of her better ones she thought. Now the unpleasant bit, for him. "This might sting a bit..."

The stallion blinked out of his post orgasm daze and had enough time to open his mouth in a question before the mare poured some sort of clear liquid over his cock and crotch. He hissed and arrrrrghed as it burned, a mix of itching and heat. He tried to grab himself but his wrist shackles had been tied to the arms of the chair at some point, maybe right after he came. "Ahhh... owwww... h-hhhhot!"

"It only stings a moment... it's just setting the pigments. It's like a tattoo but only lasts a few days before wearing off. There... see, better already."

Girly gasped and groaned and nodded, the pain was fading. The burning easing, but it still itched. He ahhed a bit as his shaft and crotch was dried in a soft towel. The pain had not been for long, but his eyes were tearing from the unexpected sensations.

"Oh my... that's just wonderful!" said a familiar, draconic female voice.

Girly's wrists were free and he wiped at his eyes to look up. He ooohed despite himself. His Mistress did look VERY nice. She had blue spirals all over. Her breasts were circled in them, thick at the edges and thinning as they came to wrap around her nipples. Not just simple lines either, but the spirals had little curls and frills and designs and the blue had subtle shading. More spirals were on her arms, legs and even tail as he glanced down there. Her sex was... highlighted in gold, silver with little green and red shapes. It looked like she had some sort of crotch jewelery on, but it was all just paint. Above it were some symbols he did not recognize, done in a bold, glittering gold.

Zoriah let out a giggle, "He looks so funny... I love it."

Funny? Girly looked down at his cock, seeing the finished design and cringed. It looked like a dragon cock! It was still the same shape... but was that red color they all had, and now had spines and ridges painted on. The illusion wasn't perfect, but it was darn close. Anyone who saw it from more than a few feet away could be fooled into thinking he had been given a dragon cock. He shuddered, not liking the look of that angry, evil looking thing. Even though it was his, he didn't like it being so close. Not at all.

Angel reached for the binding at the base of the stallions cock but stopped at a word from his Mistress.

"Leave it... I want to see the reactions of other dragons and their slaves when they see him."

Girly gulped. The LAST thing he wanted was to draw attention from other dragons, and he was sure to get it with his cock forced to stay erect and looking like this! He knew his Mistress well and was well aware of how much she enjoyed showing off and letting others poke, prod... and rape her pets. Not as jealous and selfish as that bastard blue she liked to visit. Those mares were lucky they only had to deal with him, and not every dragon that visited or saw them.

"He is still usable?" the dragoness asked.

"Oh, yes," said Markoc. "You can fuck him as hard as you would like. Guaranteed to last with no wear for two days. After that it will begin to fade and wear off."

Zoriah mrrred, "Perfect. Come, slave, carry my bags... we have more to do..."

...

Girly urked as he was jerked to the side by the leash, again.

"Oh, there it is!" said Zoriah.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Girly followed his Mistress down the new street and eventually into the store she had been trying to find. All the sudden direction changes were giving him a sore neck, being jerked this way and that. He was glad to finally walk into the store, or crawl since his Mistress disliked letting her pets walk in public. He settled to his knees at her side and rubbed at his hands.

Sniffing at the air, Zoriah nodded in approval. She always liked the smell of fabrics. It was like burrowing into fancy silk bedsheets. She took a seat near the door, seeing the shop owner busy with another customer. "Girly, come HERE."

Girly erped and quickly followed, having been picking bits of grit and dirt from the palms of his hands. "Sorry Mistress" he said sulkily, sore and frustrated with his newly painted erection. When he moved too fast it had sometimes bounced, the tip catching and rubbing in the gravel or dirt and that had hurt! He was trying to ignore the discomfort, but having it waving and bobbing around wasn't helping.

Snap!

Jerking, Girly nearly stood, hearing the noise of one of her new clamps being snapped shut. He relaxed, seeing she was just playing with it, and not attaching it to him. He knew it was only a matter of time however, and he was not looking forward to helping her experiment with the infernal things. He thought back to his first encounter with his Mistress. He had been in a daze, still getting used to the idea the he had been captured by dragons. Big, small, colors of all kinds had groped, prodded and humiliated him. The big males scared him the most, especially after one had shown him what a dragon cock looked like. It had been so demoralizing to think that against his will, some MALE could purchase him like an animal and then fuck him! When he had been taken from his post and told he had been sold, he had been sure he was going to one of them.

It had been a relief to see the green feminine curves of his new Mistress waiting for him. She was hot too, which surprised and pleased him. He had though that maybe, it wouldn't be so bad. But then he saw the other two stallions she bought. He wasn't going to be her pet... but part of a male harem! He hated those two as soon as he had seen them. He decided there and then that if he was going to be a slave, then he was going to make damn sure if there was ANY pleasure or comfort to be found, that he would take it! So he did. Until he lost his balls. He frowned in anger, thinking about that teasing unicorn bitch. That slutty cunt, MAKING him get all hard. It was all her fault. It should have been one of the OTHER stallions kneeling here while he waited back in her lair in comfort. He grumbled and fidgeted angrily while he waited.

Zoriah stood as the customer left, nodding to the elderly dragon in a very nice and well fitting suit. She nodded, knowing that Rahmor went here when he needed something new to wear for special occasions. She had other tailors she visited, but thought it would be nice to get something from Rahmor's favorite place for tonight.

"Greetings my Lady, I am Peval," said an elderly black and white striped dragon. He hardly needed to wear anything, his lines were naturally perfect, and his expertly crafted and worn suit only accented them. "How may I help you today?"

Zoriah stood and shook the offered hand, "I need a little something for a date. Something to hide my new body decorations, until the time is right."

"Mmmm, lets see what I need to cover then. Please step over here."

Zoriah followed, and gave the leash a hard yank as Girly once more failed to follow quickly enough. She was going to have to beat some more lessons into him. Being low stud on the totem pole was new for him and he was not used to giving the level of service, and submission required by that position. She stepped into a circle clearly meant for customers, and without hesitation slipped from her clothes, handing them to a furry slave that was suddenly at her side. The pattern and colors on this one were unfamiliar to her, but she was clearly a leopard of some type, but with red hair on her head and a short muzzle. She could make out other patches of red, along her spine and under her rump. Zoriah wondered if they were natural or dyed.

Peval said, "Measure her while we discuss options, Rio."

The feline nodded, "Yes Master" and got to work, moving sleekly around the naked, green dragoness with a cloth tape measure. She started at her feet, measuring the length and with, checking ankle sizes and working her way up. She took no notes, but memorized the sizes as she went. It was a hard learned skill, one that had been literally beaten into her. Sometimes she thought she could still feel her ass burning from the spanks as she mis-recited a number during her training. She squirmed at the memory, conflicted as she often was about her owner and dragons in general. Sometimes she hated them, especially when she was denied something or punished over something silly. On the other hand, there were aspects she admired. They knew their place and expected everyone else to know theirs. If you had a job to do, you did it. She liked that. She had been put up for auction as a slave that had skills working with fabrics. She had been bought by a dragon tailor, not a miner or woodworker or some awful pimp. So here she was, doing what she loved, even if she had to endure spankings and rough treatment.

Girly watched the feline move and felt his cock throb once. He preferred a nice white and gold unicorn mare of course, and never thought much of other species in his all-unicorn village he came from. However, he was growing an appreciation for females of other species. It was hard not to when you were forced to bed one, and while they may have odd colors and shapes... their mouths and pussies and asses sure felt good! He wondered what this one would feel like... he especially liked she shape of her ass. An ass that was moving closer to him as she worked around his Mistress. He smiled, cocking his head to get a better view.

Rio let out an annoyed huff as she bumped into the unicorn who was kneeling next to his Mistress. He should know better than to get in her way. She was following a dragons orders, and one did NOT interfere with such things. She may not always LIKE what she had to do, but she knew that as a slave, she, and any other slave better damn well DO it. She did her best to squeeze between the dragoness and unicorn as she carefully measured a green breast. Some dragons liked to be fondled and teased while they were measured, while others expected her to be professional. Until she knew this one better, she was going to stay professional. She grunted at a touch somewhere very inappropriate and glanced back to see the unicorn eying her from behind, his breath blowing up under her tail. Hrmph! She tucked her tail between her legs and ignored the annoying unicorn as she continued to work.

The leopardess finished by getting the measurements of the dragoness's horns. They were always tricky, never the same shape or size between dragons. Once finished she moved away and knelt beside her Master to whisper the critical measurements to him, getting a firm pat on the head as a reward, hard enough to make her grunt in discomfort. He was always rougher and more assertive when an attractive female was present. Stupid dragons!

Peval said, "I have a few options. I just got some very fine silks from the far western reaches of the furry lands. A group of avians had been working almost since the Retreat on breeding local silkworms and just now have mastered working with the new silks. It's quite fine and exotic, but very expensive."

Zoriah hmmed but shook her head, "No. I don't want anything cheap, but nothing rare. I expect this dress will be... torn off. Rahmor likes to, unwrap me." She grinned, showing off pearly white teeth.

Rio didn't look up, but did give the dragoness another look with her peripheral vision. She knew that name. One of her Master's regular. She could remember first seeing him, years ago. Striding in like he owned the place, annoying her at his arrogance. Just knowing he would be another rude, obnoxious customer. Then he stripped and it was all she could do to focus on her job. Lucky for her, part of her job with males was to measure their erections, making sure any clothing could accommodate them properly. She liked that part. She liked the part where she relived him of his erection even better. Often male dragons simply did that themselves, turning her around, bending her over and taking her painfully. Luckily Rahmor didn't do that, but let her do the work instead. She was very glad, as his erection scared her ginny and made her want to squeeze her legs shut to protect it. Her mouth and lips and tongue and face were more than happy to rub, lick and suck his erection away. Sometimes she loved her job!

Peval nodded, "I see. I have provided Master Rahmor with several outfits for himself, and a set for his harem as well. I think I know just the thing. Please excuse me." The dragon bowed and walked out of the showroom.

Zoriah nodded, looking around idly at the shop. It was full of color from rolls of fabric on display to fancy suits and dresses on wooden mannequins. She approved of that. Some tailors used living slaves to display their outfits, even making elaborate scenes in their shop windows. That was fine when it was clothing for slaves. Dragons however looked nothing like furries. Bigger, stronger, lacking fut and often having wings, not to mention a long, sturdy tail. Dragon clothes just looked silly on a furry. Much better to have a wooden dragon-shaped form to rest them on. Besides, these were very well made, the wood darkly stained and shaped. Enough to hint at the form of a dragon but allowing the outfit to catch the viewers eye. She glanced down at Girly who had his eye on something else entirely.

"Ow!" said Girly as the back of his head was smacked with a tailtip.

"You're here to serve me, slave, not sight see, or fantasize."

Rio watched with disapproval as the unicorn made a sulky nod and lowered his eyes to the floor, and then almost immediately stole a glance at her again. That unicorn had an attitude, and she didn't like it any more than his Mistress did. He clearly didn't like being a slave, and was most likely one of the new batch the dragons recently caught so had not had as much time as her to adjust. Still, if you found yourself in prison, you didn't spit on the guards. A private didn't tell a General what to do. You walked around a growling animal on a forest path, you didn't kick at it. Most importantly, a furry slave did NOT disobey their dragon owner. It was only common sense. You didn't have to like it, but you damn well better behave! It was fine to fight off a dragon slaver, but once they had you... once you were collared and put to work, you really had no choice. Resisting at that point was just stupid. They had you.

Peval returned with a slim green dress, holding it out to Zoriah. "It doesn't quite match your color, but I expect it will make a nice contrast, making you look naked when you wear it, and when taken off to reveal your new coloring, making you appear even more dressed up."

Zoriah smiled and nodded, liking the idea. Rahmor would assume she picked the dress to appear naked, and he would be eager to make that into a reality and so be even more surprised at what lay beneath. "Lets see how it looks."

Rio stood at a gesture and took the outfit, unzipping the back and helping the dragoness into it. Luckily she had no wings. Those were always such a pain to work around. Master Rahmor had a large set and while they were quite stunning to look at, must make his armor quite a pain to put on and wear. It was a good fit, the size and color very close to Zoriah's body shape. Rio had sewn this one up herself, even if the pattern was based on her Masters ideas. It was as much her creation as his and she was proud he had selected it. She stepped back and looked over the fit with a critical eye. Almost perfect. Just needed a few alterations.

Zoriah turned to regard herself in a set of three mirrors on fancy wooden frames. She turned this way and that, liking how the dress hugged her tail and rump. It wasn't one of those billowing, swishy dressed, but hugged her figure, even down past her knees. It did make walking a bit troublesome, but it reminded her a bit of bondage and that was not a drawback at all! She doubted Rahmor would miss that aspect either. She would have to practice her walk... smooth but restrained. Short steps. Yes, this would do nicely.

Peval could see the dragoness liked it and said, "Shall I have it fitted to you?"

Zoriah spun around again and smiled, "Yes, please."

Rio moved forward at a tap of a tail to her back, grabbing for her kit and plucking out the exact shade of thread needed. Pins and needles she took expertly, but carefully in her mouth as she moved to start at the back of the dress. No need to unthread anything here, but sewing a few folds in to tighten up here, and there... yes... that would do it.

Zoriah said, "Make sure to tighten it up along my ass, Rahmor does love a nice looking dragoness butt, and I love to show mine off to him." She almost purred, thinking about the things he did to her ass too!

"Yesh Misthess" Rio said through a mouthful of pins, plucking them out one by one to pin the dress in place, folding it up to tighten and hug the dragoness's contours.

Zoriah raised an eyebrow as she saw Girly once more looking over the feline and said, "I can hardly understand you. Feel free to use my stallion as a pincushion."

Rio made an mmmm-hmmm noise, but winced at the idea. She wasn't cruel and didn't enjoy making innocent furries suffer. She wasn't about to stick him full of pins just to make her own job easier. Luckily the dragoness didn't make it an order, but a suggestion.

Girly's eyes widened and he made a squeak, hands moving to cover his erect, painted cock. He knew just where she would probably stick them too!

Rio frowned at the unicorn's movements. Didn't he know that was as good as begging his Mistress to order his cock be abused? She couldn't help but notice the paint job. His Mistress had an, interesting sense of humor. That was NOT what one wanted in an owner. Creativity was bad, especially when punishments were involved. She wondered how he lost his balls. Did his misbehave, or did she just like castrating her slaves? Some dragons were into that. She worked her way around the dragoness as she began to work on the hem, making sure to use a lot of stitching so it wouldn't tear if she tried to walk with to long of a pace. It wouldn't do to have it tear!

Girly glanced up at his Mistress, seeing her looking at herself in the mirror and turned his attention back to the feline. She was sticking pins in, sewing, taking them back out and repeating the process. He leaned over a bit to try and get a better view of a breast as she worked, and scooted just a bit closer to her, letting her fur brush the tip of his cock in a pleasing way. As long as he was stuck with this erection he might as well use it to his advantage.

Rio frowned again as she felt the unicorn move closer, and then felt the hot, flat tip of his cock touching her backside. His attitude had been getting on her nerves, but this was too much. Dragons could fondle and abuse her all they wanted, they held the power, but she was not putting up with it from another slave. A disobedient one at that. She finished sewing up a fold and pulled a pin out, reaching back and jabbing it into the unicorn's thigh.

Girly yelped as the feline bitch poked him in the leg with a pin! He reached for it and plucked it out, ready to stab it back at the stupid cat. Before he could, he errrrked as a tail wrapped around his neck, cutting off his breath and spinning him around, yanking his face hard into the floor, butt jutting into the air as he gasped noiselessly.

"If I tell another slave to do something to you, I'm also giving YOU an order to allow it to be done to you! Is that clear?"

Girly could only mouth silently as he struggled to breathe, and then the tail yanked his head up and slammed his head into the floor several times, making him 'nod' with every motion. Thump thump thump!

"Good boy! Now stay like that and make a good pincushion, and be thankful your balls are gone!"

Girly gasped and trembled in fear at the threat, shuddering at the thought of needles stabbing him there! It had not been that long since he lost his balls, and he still often forget he was missing them. Just as he often forgot he was a slave. It was hard, taking orders, putting up with humiliations. He was a unicorn! He wasn't meant to serve or be abused like some common furry. He fumed at how unfair it all was, and then howled as a pin jabbed him in the ass!

Rio snorted at the stallion's behavior. She was careful to stick the needles in sideways, only piercing the skin and not sinking them into the muscle. Stupid unicorn. She didn't need to use him to store her pins, but with his behavior she was quite willing to do so, especially as the dragoness would most likely be annoyed if she didn't. It was his own stupid fault. She pulled a pin out and he yelped and covered his ass with his tail. She shook her head in annoyance, and when she was done with it, she couldn't see well enough to do it the nice way, and simply jabbed at his ass with the pin instead.

Girly nnnnnghed at the Sharp pain stabbing into his flesh and quickly yanked his tail up and out of the way, realizing his mistake. He whined piteously as he was pricked over and over again as the cat worked, wishing she would hurry up and finish. Was she sewing an entire dress back there? How long did this take? Ow! Ouch! Nggh! Ahh! Yipe!

By the time she DID finish, Girly's rump was a flaming sea of sore, painful pricks and more than a few stabs! His horn tickled, working on healing, none of the wounds bleeding for more than in instant, but hurting something fierce. It was times like these that he sometimes envied furries. They only had to suffer the pain of the initial injury. Once the pin was pulled from THEM it stopped hurting so much. For a unicorn, it only got worse as their magic accelerating the healing, compressing days or weeks of minor discomfort into minutes or hours of pain. Some unicorns were more sensitive than others, with a lucky few escaping much of the horn-ache that often followed any major injuries. But not him. No, he had to be one of the sensitives, and his ass was going to be on fire all damn day.

Zoriah smiled as the feline finished and she studied herself in the mirror. "Oh perfect... this will do VERY nicely. Thank you very much, it's wonderful." She looked down at a yelp from Girly as Rio began taking the pins out. "Oh, leave them... it will be another lesson, and he needs all of them he can get."

Rio nodded, and left the remaining pins, feeling a bit sorry for the stallion, even if it was his own fault.

Girly whined, but for once kept his complaints and protests to himself. It didn't take a genius to know that if he asked for mercy his Mistress would gladly take the pins out, and put them somewhere worse!

Rio watched the stallion, almost able to read his mind from his expression, his mouth opening then closing again as fear spread across his face. The stallion wasn't stupid. Just lacked self control and obviously didn't QUITE get that he was a slave, and slaves didn't talk back or act out. From the reaction of his Mistress, this would be fixed, one way or another.

"Put the pins on my account too, Peval" said Zoriah with a smirk, then flicked the end of the leash with her tail into the air, catching it neatly and tugging her slave behind her.

Rio was always amazed by that. Dragons sometimes didn't pay in coin, but through bank accounts. That wasn't anything new to her, she had one in the farming support town she lived in. But the idea that a dragon could just walk into a bank and say, "Please transfer this amount from Zoriah's account to mine for payment of a dress," still amazed her. No signature. No verification. Just the assumption that a dragon wouldn't, couldn't lie, not so blatantly as to steal gold from another's account. There were things that could be stolen, personal items and slaves that could be snatched to enhance ones status, but it was all very ritualized and clear on what was fair game and what was not. She admired that about dragons. She doubted that stallion could resist the temptation to walk into a bank and just take money from some rich account that would never miss it. In some ways, dragons were better than furries.

"Very good, slave. Make another dress like that, but use the good silk. I expect her being seen in it will prove to make it popular, but I'll keep it a rare, and expensive item for now. Have it finished by tonight and I'll give you a good reward fuck."

Rio nodded, "Yes Master," and kept the wince to herself. A fuck was NOT a reward to her, but it was to dragons. Somehow they just couldn't get it through their thick skulls that furries did not LIKE being raped! To them sex, and rape could be a reward or a punishment, it all depended on the context and how rough it was. TO her, even the most gentle fucks was still damn painful, even if Master Peval has a rather small, and much more comfortable cock. In some FEW ways dragons were better than furries, she amended her previous thought. In most others, they were fucking assholes!

...

"Stop whining horse, I mean, unicorn" said Zoriah with a laughing voice.

Girly flushed in humiliation, seeing other dragons pointing and laughing at him. His mistress pretending he was a horse was worse than even those pins in his ass. Those simply hurt. This... this was unbearable! He was a unicorn, not a horse! The desire to rip the damn fake horn off his head and stomp it to bits was overwhelming, but he still winced from the blow he took even just reaching for it earlier, and crawled along obediently, and miserably.

"Looks like your slave needs a bit of training" said a sultry female voice.

Zoriah's ears twitched. Must be the end of a moon and everyone is desperate for sales. She looked at the owner of the most recent comment and hmmmed. Maybe a polite hello was in order. The dragoness was nearly naked, showing off her purple and blue body to full effect, wings folded neatly behind her and a full mane of purple hair. An unusual style for this age, but it suited her, Zoriah thought. It had nothing to do with her own long, flowing green hair. Not all dragons had hair or manes, and most that did shaved it off, but some liked it and allowed it to grow. Dragons in the military of course shaved it, and did far worse things to their bodies to gain any advantage or remove any weakness. The attitude and style spilled over to the non-military ranks, as did many of their attitudes and customs.

"My name's Sneak. I'm co-owner with my mate of the Tender Trainers. Looks like your little... horse could use some lessons" said the purple dragoness, leaning down to give Girly a look over.

"I have him under control, and am quite capable of giving him my own obedience lessons" said Zoriah.

Sneak stood back up, moving closer to Zoriah, "Oh, while we do teach that here, our training is mostly for pleasure. We offer training as well as the use of very well trained sexual slaves for those who have no time or gold to train one of their own, or who need an extra for special occasions."

Zoriah gave a nod, watching as the dragoness moved closer, sizing each other up. An approaching dragon could have many purposes, and body language was a big part of a dragon's vocabulary. Zoriah knew right away that this dragoness was coming closer for, intimate reasons. If she were threatened or annoyed, a snarl, growl or flash of claws would warn the other off. If busy, a turn of her shoulder would do the same. Being a healthy, and somewhat horny bisexual dragoness, she parted her lips a bit and leaned in the direction of the newcomer in a welcoming gesture, but kept her tail down and legs firmly planted, not offering a hint of submission, or inviting anything too intimate. She had a date to save her desires for after all.

A purple muzzle moved up next to the slightly larger green one, a tongue flicking out to tease and trace along an ear, "I'm sure you have him well trained, Miss. Very well trained, in all things. But you look like a busy dragoness. As skilled as you may be, I spend every day training, and imagining, and doing erotic pleasures that it would, and does take a lifetime to discover. I can teach him to do things to you that would make your tail curl."

Zoriah let out a bit of a pant at the lick, and the press of a warm body to hers. She squirmed a bit, and shook her head, "No, he pleases me quite well enough. I can come up with enough tasks for him to perform on my by myself."

Sneak hmmmed and nodded, and licked again, tongue tracing along Zoriah's ear JUST right.

Zoriah shivered and let out a soft hiss of pleasure, enjoying the sensation. She licked her lips and said softly, "I need no help in training my slaves to please me. Mmm... but... I do know another who might benefit from learning an extra skill in sexual pleasure."

"Oh?" said Sneak.

"Yes... me."

Sneak smiled and leaned in closer, "Would these skills be used on a male or female, or both?"

Zoriah thought of Rahmor's delightful mares, but said, "Male. Just male. Tonight is just for him. I have perhaps, an hour, if that is enough?"

Sneak tilted her head, considering, and smiled, "I know just the thing..." as she slid an arm around Zoriah's waist and pulled her to the upscale sex shop.

They were greeted by a male dragon, a dark purple with lighter shades running along his chest and neck, dark curving horns and wings. He gave a little bow as Sneak introduced him as her mate and co-owner, Courante.

Zoriah looked over the male with an approving nod and said, "I don't want to climax, and don't want to get another male's scent inside me. I do have a date tonight."

Sneak said, "Understood. I can use Courante to demonstrate on. I can't guarantee you won't... finish yourself in the heat of the moment. I can't very well bind your hands and tail to keep you from touching yourself as you will need them to practice with."

Zoriah hauled Girly on his leash behind her and grinned like a feral, "I'm quite capable of controlling myself."

Sneak smiled. "I see. What about your... horsey?"

"Oh... feel free to use him for practice if any of your employees or slaves need to try out a unicorn stallion, even a fake one. Unicorns are great for experimenting with the rougher side of things."

Girly huffed at that, swishing his tail and hating the fake horn more and more with every passing moment. He gave a little shake of his head and snorted.

Zoriah seemed to read his mind and said, "Oh.. did you think I meant fake unicorn? I meant you are a fake STALLION."

Girly hurked as the dragonesses' tail slapped him between the legs, making a dull thud. It was a light blow, and only hurt a little. That only drove the point home that he was less than a stallion now, having lost much of what made one. He flushed and whimpered, trembling in humiliation.

A slave took his leash from his mistress, a male he was unhappy to say led him into another room where he had a whispered conversation with a pair of female vixen slaves, all three pointing and gesturing at him. He eyed up the females and his aching cock, well, ached more. Wanting, needing a distraction he let his gaze explore the two female furries. He needed to cum something awful. Maybe this shop wouldn't be so bad after all.

One female fox smiled sexily, and picked up a rather large looking dildo while the other selected a paddle. The male he saw, did NOT leave and gave him a wink.

Girly gulped. Or maybe not.