Author's Note

The Dragon Hoard's Shop
Written by Dioxin, edited by Sepia, Chosen Heart and Silent Whisper

Contains: BDSM themes, living furniture, humliation, mild spanking, exhibitionism, gags, pain play, piercings, chastity,

Dragon Hoard's Shop

The bell above the door chimes as it swings open, its tone distinct so as not to be confused with a safety bell ringing, just loud enough to be heard anywhere within the shop. Standing in the doorway is a pony and a pony-dragon hybrid. The stallion of the pair stands at his full height, taller than the tallest mare. His eyes scan the contents of the shop eagerly, the blue and green orbs hidden behind a black mask lined with gold and orange filigree. His wings rest easily at his sides, their grey feathers fading to a burnt orange at the ends. Grey fur covers his body, smooth silk, only flaring up around the scales covering his chest. Resting at his side, his thick tail extends from his spine, a fur ruff running along the top of the long and sinuous appendage. The crescent blade capping his tail rests against the ground without damaging the finely polished wooden floor.

The mare standing next to the stallion is easily the shorter of the two, standing only a few inches above the average mare. Her head is bowed but her blue eyes dart around the store, a small blush barely visible behind her mulberry-furred cheeks. A hint of a smile graces her muzzle as the end of her tail twitches with pent up energy. Her coat, covered in numerous small scars, speaks of a turbulent life, the largest of which stretches from her right cheek, over her eye, to just below her most eye-catching feature; a broken horn juts out of her skull just below her dark pink mane styled into a mohawk. One of her front hooves rises and runs across the black collar wrapped around her throat, worrying at it until she feels the end of the leash attached to the front of her collar with the other end wrapped around the stallions hoof.

The mare behind the counter looks up from her book when she hears the bell go off. Lifting her head she quickly shuts the book and moves it under the counter before excitedly cantering around to greet them. The mare’s purple coat glints in the light from the numerous sets of parallel rings covering her legs, back, and chest all tied together with silver ribbon and knotted in small bows at the ends--corset piercings. The mare slows to a stop in front of the pair and smoothly slides into a bow, laying her front half on the ground and locking her hind legs. She moves from one of the tallest mares in the society to level with their hooves in a single fluid motion. Her horn taps the ground as she presses her face all the way down, the two rings pierced through the bone clinking as they meet the wood. Her ears, lined with small metal rings, perk up expectantly, jingling softly as she lowers herself. “Welcome to the Dragon’s Hoard. How may this Toy serve you today?”

The stallion tilts his head to watch, a smile growing on his face the lower she gets. “Hello, Toy. I am Funeral Dirge, and this-” He tugs on the end of the leash he is holding causing the mare to stumble forwards. Regaining her footing, she shoots a glare towards him, but he ignores it..“-is my slave TS-7925. I am here to acquire some new equipment to help keep her in line and I heard your shop was one of the best. Especially for custom gear. I am a stallion of refined taste and will accept only the best toys when it comes to my pleasure.” He winks at the shopmare and smirks.

“Oh please, you barely managed to catch me this time. By the way, how is that bruise I know is forming under those scales.” A smirk graces her muzzle, her left hind leg lifting up off the ground in a small kicking motion as she throws a wink to the still bowing mare in front of them. “Also, must you flirt with every available mare--or Toy--we meet?”

Dirge moves to loom over TS-7925, his eyes lidded and lips pulled back to expose his sharp teeth. With little warning he darts down and wraps his mouth around her throat, pressing his teeth in just enough to avoid breaking the skin. When he lets go the mare is left staring vacantly, her marecock partially erect under her as a small dop falls to the floor. “Don’t worry, slave. That little bruise you gave me will be paid back a hundredfold by the time I am done with you tonight.”

A small whimper escapes her lips as she shudders, a deep blush springing to life on her cheeks.

The shopmare finally stands back up and looks between the two before addressing the stallion. “Welcome, this toy is also called DX-6969. Now sir, did you come in with a specific order or would you like to look around the shop to see what kind of equipment we have available?” “I have an idea of what I would like, but…” He leans in, a smirk gracing his muzzle. “... I won’t say no to seeing what else this shop has to offer. Lead the way, Toy. I certainly won’t mind walking behind you.” His eyes drift down to her flanks. The mare turns around and begins to walk deeper into the store. He follows along behind her, tugging at his slave’s leash as he continues to stare. The slave snaps out of her stupor and she hurriedly moves to catch up to the two taller ponies, nearly pulled off her hooves.

As the Toy walks her flanks sway side to side, easily enough to see her marehood behind her flagged tail, kept up by a small, barely visible band wrapped around her dock. They pass various devices arranged on pedestals, ranging from complicated arrangements of straps and cuffs to simple dildos. She notices that while the stallions eyes never seem to stray from her flanks, the mare was looking at the various toys on offer, most notably the ones designed to punish naughty subs.Her eyes linger on a flogger, the end of the cruel device tipped with small, dull metal spikes. she imagines the sting on her flank over and over again. A shiver runs down her spine at the very thought. Eventually the trio reaches a new section of the store, populated by various chairs, bed frames, and metal frames. Rings and cuffs adorn almost all the beds and chairs made just for strapping down a sub, while many others are attached to a cage for a sub to rest in. Dominating the center of the display area is a pedestal with a changeling mare strapped securely, her squirming barely noticeable, to one of the metal frames.

“This section of the store boasts furniture made specifically to fit a kinky lifestlye. It provides all kinds of furniture needs from beds to chairs to spanking benches. This store has it all. There are even a few of these-” She pats one of the frames. “-designed to allow an owner to transform their sub into furniture to be used at their owner’s leisure. In fact, slave SW-2952 here is demonstrating one right now.” She moves over to the pedestal and turns it, showing off the mare and her bindings, thick leather straps running along her legs and body, some even through the holes in her limbs. She stops the pedestal when the pair have a side view of the mare. “This particular contraption works by forcing the sub to lay on their back on the padded bench. Then they bring their hind legs up to their stomach and chest.” The mare runs her hooves along the changeling’s legs as they struggle against the bindings weakly. “Their hind legs are then folded at the knee and strapped to their front legs to form the back of the chair upon sitting. And their body forms the seat.” She runs a hoof along the chitin of the changeling mare as she speaks, making sure to show off the tight bindings and her lack of mobility by trying to pull her limbs apart as well as nudging and pushing at the mare’s body and failing. “Next the limbs are all tied to this metal rod keeping the back of the chair secure. The soft bottoms of the hooves form a comfortable headrest for the occupant. The slave’s head is supported by a small cushion just below the main one that keeps the mouth at a level where it can be used.” She turns the pedestal so the pair are looking at the changelings face.

Her eyes are covered by a blindfold and her mouth is hanging open, panting, drooling. The shopmare pushes the mare’s head back just a bit and pulls her mouth further open. “As you can both see it is perfect for pleasuring its owner after a long hard day, Nothing more relaxing than a good brutal facefuck.” The changeling mare’s cheeks explode in a blush as a whine escapes her.

DX-6969 spins the pedestal around so the changelings flanks are facing towards them. Her hind legs are bound against her body as her tail hangs limply under her leaving her dripping slit and ass exposed. The changeling mare whines and squirms in her bindings, the leather creaking softly but holding firm, the sight and smell of her arousal obvious to the master and his slave. “As you can see the sub tends to end up very aroused and ready for any use their owner they desires. This Toy has heard many stories of owners needing relaxation after a long day, so they strap their subs into one of these devices and relieve themselves inside one of their holes, then lay back and read a book or nap while the sub basks in the afterglow and pleasure of helping their owner.” The shopmare suddenly hops onto the changeling and sits down, facing the pair. “This device also leaves the sub in the prime position for either teasing or punishment.” She rubs a hoof gently on the changeling mare’s slit, eliciting a loud moan from behind her before pulling back a hoof and bringing it down on her flank with a “smack”. “As you can see the sub is completely exposed, unable to hide anything. Why, some owners even use these down at the park and sit in them while charging for their sub’s use.” She hops back off the changeling mare and returns to her customers. “Now would either of you like to give the chair a try? It is quite comfortable and makes some very entertaining noises.”

Dirge looks between the bound changeling chair and his slave for a moment. His wing springs out from his side to strike the slave on the flank. “Go on and try it. I know how much you love feeling like you are on top.”

The slave mare jumps at the sudden strike and lets out a small yelp. She turns to stare at her smirking owner before turning back with a huff. She slowly climbs the pedestal, taking her time and admiring the bound changeling on display. Lowering herself onto the mare, she reclines and lies on her side, her head comfortably nestled in the indent formed by the mares hooves. A smile forms on her lips while she slowly strokes the side of the now-whining and squirming chair. “Oh this is perfect, I really should have had one of these when I took over Canterlot. I bet that little princess would have made an excellent chair to relax on.”

“Don’t get too cocky now, slave.” Dirge stares up at the mare reclining above him.

“Whatever, master, this thing is too comfortable for me to even care.” She closes her eyes and rolls over to lie on her back, ignoring the frown growing on Dirge’s muzzle.

With a growl Dirge marches up to the pedestal and grips the slave’s leash. Giving a single tug he pulls her off and onto the ground. As she tries to rise he presses down on her back with a forehoof and leans down to her ear. “Now slave, do I need to have another session where I will beat proper respect into that skull of yours? You will address me as Master with the proper respect due. Is that understood, slave?” He growls.She lets out a gasp as she is pulled to the ground and the wind is knocked out of her. She feels the hoof on her back pinning her and before she can spark her horn to life his voice creeps into her ear. The words bring a blush to her cheeks and draw a weak moan from her as her hind legs cross. She finally responds, her voice just a bit shaky. “N-no Master. I’m sorry, I will obey you for the night.”

He releases her as soon as she finishes speaking and grabs the end of the leash tightly in his hoof, walking down from the pedestal. He drags his slave behind him, making no effort to conceal just how worked up that little interaction had gotten him. “Come along, slave, plenty more in this shop to see before I get the new toys I will be using to ensure your compliance.”

The mare quickly stands and stumbles to catch up to him as he moves deeper into the store, a drop of arousal falling to the ground and with a deep blush covering her cheeks as she keeps her eyes glued to the ground.

They both pass the shopmare who simply watches without a word. As the pair passes she inhales deeply at the air thick with lust. She shakes her head and moves to cut the pair off before they notice her absence.

DX-6969 canters out from behind a display and quickly leads the pair to another themed section. The area displays various outfits and thin straps. What toys are there are almost universally small and discrete in nature. “This is the shop’s exhibitionism section. Here the store sells outfits designed to tease and titillate, as well as toys to use when out and about either here in the society or... elsewhere. Everything here is designed to put their wearer at risk of exposing themselves with but an errant movement or bad luck. The thrill of these items makes this one of the most popular sections.”

Dirge interrupts the mare in the middle of her pitch. “Hey there, Chosen, can’t say I expected to see you here. Though seeing you in this section doesn’t surprise me considering our first time in those woods under a tree.” His smile grows into a smirk as he stares up at the pink mare on the pedestal in the center of the exhibition section.

The display mare looks down at the trio, and upon seeing Dirge a large blush covers her entire face. She lets out a small whine but makes no move to hide herself. She wears a short, black, pleated skirt with a tight top, allowing some of her chest fluff to stick out the front.

Dirge turns to look at DX-6969 and gestures to the display mare. “Well, Toy, why don’t you tell me what kind of things the lovely little miss Heart is modeling today? If she is buying, then it must be quite the collection.” The shopmare looks between the somewhat uncomfortable mare on display behind her and the flippant stallion in front of her. She nods her head to herself and stands to her full height, stopping just below the stallion’s own. “Sir, the rules of the store and of this area of clocktower are that a sub’s real name should not be used unless they give their permission. Given slave CH-9109’s reaction, that seems rather unlikely. If you continue to antagonize her or any other model in the store you will be asked to leave, and if you do not comply you will be forced to do so.” A spark of light forms at the end of her horn as she stares firmly into the taller stallion’s eyes. Dirge stares back during her speech but puts his hooves up when she finishes. “Alright, alright, sorry. No need to threaten to throw me out. I don’t need the story of a mere Toy kicking my ass and chucking me out of a shop spreading all over the clocktower.” He teases.

His companion chuckles to herself and walks up next to him. She pokes him in the side where his coat is just slightly darker, clearly a still-healing bruise. “That would be hilarious. The great Funeral Dirge, the dom who regularly gets his ass kicked by subs. First the slave over there put some hurt on you when you two first met here, then I manage to leave a fair few bruises whenever we play and now even toys are threatening to fling you out on your flanks. Oh ifthat happened I would make sure that story circulated in the Dom Lounges before you e-even hit th-the ground.” She bows her head, overcome with laughter, her shoulders shaking and a hoof covering her mouth to try and hide her grin.

A hoof suddenly strikes her flank with a snap, startling the mare and forcing out a moan before she can suppress it. Dirge retracts his leg and stands back up to his full height, looming over the smaller submissive with a glint in his eyes and a predatory smile on his lips. “What was that, slave? Did you ask me for a good long session with the flogger later? That is what I heard. Apparently you still need that attitude beaten out of you.”

A blush covers her cheeks and she looks down at the ground with a whine. Her eyes dart between the stallion and a flogger barely visible on a display just outside the exhibition section. A drop of drool leaves her mouth before she can catch it and she wipes it away with her hoof. A huff escaping her lips.

“Alright then. To answer Sir’s question please come over here so this Toy can show the various pieces off.” She pulls the two around to the front of Chosen up on the pedestal. “Slave, open your mouth. Show off that lovely gag you are wearing.”

Chosen, blushing even darker opens her mouth. Inside is a collection of metal and wires spread just enough to allow the mare to barely close her mouth. “This is one of the more subtle gags sold here at the store.” She uses her magic and forces Chosen’s mouth open much wider and begins to move her head, pointing into her mouth with a hoof as each is mentioned. “As you can see the main part of the gag is the set of retainers that move over and lock onto her teeth and gums. They are then attached to each other via a series of metal rods hidden in the sub’s cheeks. These rods can be extended enough to hold a sub’s mouth open but on this model they are just extended enough that she can barely keep her mouth closed. Go on, slave. Close your mouth for the nice customers.”

Chosen bites down hard, the rods flexing just a touch but resisting even the crystal pony’s strength. After trying for about a minute she’s left panting and her face more closely resembles a tomato, especially thanks to the drool leaking over her bottom lip.

“As you can see the sub is entirely unable to close their mouth.” She tilts the mare’s head down so they can see the bottom of the gag. “The tongue is also trapped inside the mouth by a metal cage with the bars running along the bottom retainer. This ensures that nothing is in the way should somepony wish to use the sub’s mouth or throat for their pleasure. Unfortunately this design only allows the pleasure of inserted parts and toys, as this model does not force the tongue to stick out. The shop does offer a gag that does so, so that the sub can pleasure somepony regardless of equipment.” She releases Chosen’s head and steps off the pedestal only to spin it so the group can see her flanks. The short skirt doesn’t hide much, not at all helped by the barely-visible dock band holding her tail slightly flagged.

“Here this slave is modeling one of the store’s special Show-off Skirts. These are designed so that under the right circumstances they will ride up and allow anypony in the right spot to catch a glimpse under them. Slave, show them how yours works.”

Chosen lets out a small whine but she does bend forward, her front half lowering and her flanks rising. As she moves the hem of the skirt moves with her and her tail flags up higher and higher. When she finally finishes moving, her marehood is just shy of being openly on display. The faint sounds of a quiet moan and the soft chime of a small bell reach their ears.

“As you can see she is modeling one of our skirts that rides up as she bends over. This device is excellent for the clumsy sub or the cruel owner who likes watching maid work and wants to enjoy a show. Now you can also see her tail flagging as she went. She is also wearing a small concealable harness attaching her dock ring to her collar. When she bends over not only does her skirt rise up but so does her dock. Now I’m sure you both heard her moan and that small jingle when she bent over. If I could have your slave help demonstrate, Sir, this part is quite a naughty little secret.”

Dirge looks over at his slave and gestures her forwards. She walks over to the shopmare and Chosen with soft steps, her flank still stinging from the earlier spank. She looks to the other mare for direction when she reaches the top of the pedestal.

“If you would simply move her tail aside, you can see the final piece on display. Make sure your master has a good view now. Wouldn’t want him to miss anything.” She smiles at TS-7925.

The slavemare grabs the display mare’s tail in her hoof and slowly lifts it, taking the first peek under it. When she spots it, she makes a quiet gasp. She finishes moving the tail and steps to the side, making sure not to block Dirge’s view for more than a second. Deciding to give her master a small show she also sticks her own flank in his direction giving it a small shake. Chosen is fully revealed. A small fine chain runs from her dock ring down over her ponut and marehood and finally connects to a clit ring adorned with a small bell. The chain is pulled taut by the force on her dock.

“This sub is modeling one of the shop’s special See-Me-Not chains and a small bell on her clit piercing enchanted with the shop’s Notice-Me enchantment. When she moves, the bell will make a soft noise, turning everyone’s attention towards her.” The shop mare runs her hoof along the chain and taps the bell with enough force to ring it. Chosen lets out a small moan in time with the bell’s chime.

“Whenever she bends over her tail will pull the chain which will pull the ring, resulting in extra pleasure and pain for the sub here.” She grips the chain and gives it a soft yank, forcing a much louder twin bell ring and moan from the display mare. “Alright, thank you. You may release her tail and return to your master.”

The slave mare does so, and Dirge picks up the end of her leash as soon as she is within range. Both of them are flush with arousal.

“Now how was that section, Sir? Anything interest you?” the shop mare asked as she hopped down from the pedestal. Abandoning the mare in her compromising position.

“I don’t believe this is exactly what I am searching for, but I have plenty of fun ideas to try out later. Lead the way, Toy, and continue the tour.” He gestures past the mare and with only a few seconds hesitation begins to walk in that direction.

His slave hurries to keep up. The shopmare follows at a quick trot to take the lead once more, heading towards the final section in the shop. Chosen finally stands up and closes her mouth, swallowing the drool that had collected on her bound tongue. None of the three notice her hoof sneaking its way down her body. As the mare leads them further towards the back of the store, the various toys on display take a turn for the painful. The toys sport enough spines and barbs to make even a member of the Torture guild pause. The gags are spiked, massive, or both, looking to stretch even the largest slave’s jaw. Even the usual pain-toys are modified, bearing extra metal points, some even carrying a very sharp edge. “Welcome to a masochist’s wet dream. The Pain Play section is where the store keeps its tools of torment and punishment to use on particularly rowdy subs.”

The pair pays her little mind as they both openly stare at the moaning and writhing mare in the center of the display. Sweat mats her light purple coat and her yellow-green mane is a tangled mess from her writhing-about. A chain attaches her tail to the back of her collar, leaving only the tip, with its crystal bell, able to move. Her mouth is forced wide open by a gag similar to the one Chosen had been wearing. Her hooves, unlike those of the other display mares who were either strapped in or simply held there by contract, are sunk into the pedestal, preventing her from leaving it.

The shop mare notices their attention and turns towards the display mare with a small smile on her muzzle. “Ah yes, that is slave SP-0872. She is here to model a few things for us today, too.” She turns the pedestal so she faces away from the customers. “As you can see her foalhole is held open with a number of piercings around the edge. They are magnetized to repel each other in a specific pattern allowing easy use by anypony who desires to do so.” The mare uses her magic and grabs the piercings before tugging them together. She holds them as the mare writhes, her folds tugged by the rings’ attempt to separate again. After a moment she releases the rings and they quickly snap back to their original position, spreading the mare wide open once again.

“This works even better than a speculum--the only size limitation is whatever you can fit. The procedure is simple and only requires the rings and someone who knows how to put them in. When a set is sold the shop can handle the piercings if the customer wishes or they may visit the Piercers guild to find somepony trained to apply them.” The mare turns the pedestal back around so the slave faces the master and slave. Tears streak down her flushed cheeks, her eyes staring blankly at them. She is moaning at a low volume almost constantly as she blankly stares at them.

“This slave is also wearing the shop’s own Fleshlight Gag with a masochist’s modification.” The Toy holds up an example of the gag. “This gag slides over the gums and teeth similar to the one shown off by CH-9109 in the exhibitionism section. After that the similarities end. This gag allows SP-0872 to close her mouth but when she does the rods connecting the two retainers, spiked on the outside, will flex out, and jab into her cheeks. As her mouth closes more and more they dig harder into her cheeks. Similar rods sit over the tongue and as the cheek rods bend they push the tongue rods down into the soft flesh underneath them, causing even more pain. If you both would step up and examine the gag, we can even have a demonstration.” The shopmare grins wide and excited.

Both Dirge and his slave move closer, peering into the slave’s mouth, held open by DX-6969. There’s the soft rubber covers on the mare’s gums and teeth, glints of light reflecting off the rods hidden in her cheeks, and the series of rods layering her tongue that flex as the mare pants.

“Now for the demonstration. Slave, close your mouth and hold it until told otherwise.” The shopmare looks into the model’s eyes, staring firmly at her, making sure the order gets through to her.

The model seems to respond to the voice, her eyes focusing on the mare’s in front of her, and clenches her jaw. As she closes her mouth tighter she moans louder and louder, her tears falling more. The scent of aroused painslut gets stronger and the sound of liquid hitting the ground is loud enough to echo behind her. She finally manages to force her mouth closed but her moans and whines of pain are only barely muffled by her closed mouth.

“As you can see the gag is quite painful when her mouth is closed. This is an excellent gag for training a submissive to never close their mouth and to always keep it available for use. Slave, you can open your mouth again.” The mare’s mouth practically shoots open and her breaths are harsh and ragged as she writhes in her restraints.

“Now, Sir, please go ahead and try to force the slave’s mouth closed. You will find that the gag provides no resistance to such an action, making tormenting the wearer as easy as tying their muzzle shut.” She steps back and gestures for Dirge to move up to the models front. The display mare lets out a whimper as she hears the suggestion, knowing what the mare has planned.

Dirge moves up and looks down at the smaller mare. He sits on the top step and carefully places his front hooves on the top and bottom of her muzzle. The mare looks up at him and whimpers. With a vicious smirk he forces her muzzle closed, finding it no more difficult than it would be to close a door. He holds her muzzle shut as he turns his head to the shopmare. “I must say I am impressed with how easy that was, and from the smell the slave here seems to be enjoying it. Though, from what I see my slave seems to be a bit jealous. Maybe I should get one of these for her.”

His slave yelps and turns away from the spectacle to stare very intently at the rest of the pieces on display. “Oh, please you would try to get that in my mouth and I would bite your damn hoof off.”

Dirge releases the still-struggling painslut and stands back up. He strides over to his slave and grabs her mane. With his grip he forces her to the floor, her face almost level with his own throbbing erection. “Toy, I believe it is time to make my order. I have a few ideas of what I would like. The Toy bows and leads them back to the front counter. The stallion follows behind her dragging his slave along the floor until she stumbles onto her hooves, her own erection free of its sheath and bobbing in time with her movements. A heavy blush covers her face and she stares back at the slave on the pedestal as she leaves with a small look of longing.

The shopmare walks around behind the counter and levitates out a clipboard and some paper. She holds a quill, prepared to take notes. “Whenever you are ready, Sir, please describe your order.” “Well since I would like to take away my slave’s ability to fight back--since she has obviously not learned her place yet, I would first like a head harness with a magic suppressant ring built in. Then that gag from the exhibitionism area that the slave was modeling, but I would like the base version with the bars puffing out the cheeks and holding the tongue in a spiked clamp outside the mouth.”

Dirge brings his hoof to his chin and taps it while thinking. “The head harness will need to be able to attach to her dock piercing-” With that Dirge forces his companion to turn around and bend over, moving her tail out of the way, displaying her pierced dock as well as her ponut and testicles. “-to ensure that when attached her head is yanked back and her tail is flagged. She will also need some kind of restraints that allow me to position her however I wish but do not get in the way when I use her. Finally she will need a chastity cage to contain her disobedient marecock.” Again he gestures and the mare, sporting a massive blush, rolls over onto her back, this time to show off her still erect phallus. “Can this shop supply all of that?” The shopmare finishes writing after taking a moment to examine the mare, licking her lips to catch the drool leaking out. With a shake of her head she comes back to her senses and looks at her notes. “Well, Sir, the harness and attached dock piercing are easy enough. For the restraints…” The mare trails off in thought before her face lights up and she quickly writes something down. “How about a set of magnetic locking restraints that can either be set to attract or repel each other based on the owner’s desire. If the slave tries to overcome them with raw physical strength, a strong electrical shock will be applied until such a time as they lose muscle control of their limbs and the magnetic restraints either force their legs apart or back together again. For the chastity cage, hm.” She leans down and closely examines the mare’s cock, breathing in deeply and shuddering in pleasure at the strong scent. She notices the piercing in the head of it and nods her head. “How cruel would you like the chastity cage, Sir?” “Painful and uncomfortable are preferable. This slave needs to be reminded of her cock and that it is not something for her to use for pleasure.”

The mare, still splayed on her back, lets out a whimper, painfully erect at the thought of all the new gear that will be tormenting her, her cock twitching as a bead of pre-cum forms at the tip. A deep blush covers her face and her eyes stare off into space vacantly. “Well then, the store can offer a chastity cage lined internally with small spikes. They will keep her penis uncomfortable and stimulated at all times. The head of the cage can also have an integrated attachment for her existing piercing so that she will always be just slightly exposed, pushing into the spikes. For a final feature the cage can have a space expansion enchantment until the final lock is clicked into place making it much easier to fit everything in. When the enchantment is dispelled everything inside will be painfully squeezed and forced to press against the cage.”

“That sounds perfect. How long will it take to get all of that made and ready for pickup?” The stallion almost bounced on his tippyhooves like a foal in a candy store.

“Slave TS-7925 will need to come back in a week for a final fitting and modification of the gear. It should be done that day unless a complication arises. You may also have her sign a contract to model the new purchases with a larger discount for a longer time spent modeling. But that is something to be decided when everything is ready for pickup.” “Perfect, now come along, slave, I believe you asked me for a nice long flogging session earlier and I do love to fulfill such desires.” He begins to walk out of the store, tugging on her leash. The mare quickly turns over and stands up lest she be dragged along the ground or yanked off her hooves again. She follows him out with her head bowed and her blush still covering her face. The shopmare waves goodbye as they open the door, a gentle smirk on her muzzle. “Thank you for shopping at The Dragon’s Hoard. Please come again soon.”