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The cheerful chiming of three golden bells echoed from the top of the doorframe as Ferin entered the big, dragon-sized door of the swanky establishment. The pouch of coins hanging from his neck jingled merrily as the winged beast made his way inside the high-class boutique. The blue-scaled fire-breathing beast had a slight shiver running through his body from his horns to the tip of his tail as the intimidating claws of his four, scaly legs tapped the hardwood floor below them in a steady rhythm. Ferin was nervous since he had never been to a shop like this before.

Having slithered his large body in from the equally substantial door, Ferin was immediately taken aback by how spacious the shop actually was inside. The building was as tall as a barn so that even a dragon like him was able to easily fit inside it and move around with ease. Supporting his horned head with his long, sturdy neck, the blue dragon extended his figure to its maximum height, curiously gazing down at the shop and its contents, his aqua eyes twinkling excitedly as he scanned the various cloths and gadgets hung up on the walls and various racks around the vast establishment.

Not too far to Ferin's right, there was a long and decorated desk, skillfully carved out of dark oak, fancy cloth strewn across its polished surface, some neatly folded and stacked at each end of the tall piece of furniture. The desk also had a big cash register made out of metal, decorated with golden engravings in the same theme as the desk. Behind the desk, there was a doorway, covered by a wine-red curtain, from the other side of which the curious dragon soon heard a noise: a pair of hooves clacking against a wooden floor.

The thick curtain was soon cast aside by a big, hazelnut anthropomorphic horse who stepped out from the back room of the shop. A good seven feet in height, the two-legged equine was donning a fancy vest under a suit-jacket on his upper body, the rest of his equine frame hidden from view behind the freakishly tall desk. His brown mane was clipped short and he had a pair of golden spectacles balanced on top of his long, equine muzzle, making him look very proper and dignified.

Noticing Fenir inside the shop, the brown horse made a deep bow, nearly lowering his equine head at the level of the desk in a greeting to the bigger creature. It was immediately apparent that the shopkeep was an older stallion, possessing the kind of grandeur and panache only a more experienced stud could in the way he carried himself in the presence of a customer.

"Hello! Welcome to Velvet Beast, the bedroom armor shop for ferals of all sizes? How may I help you today..." The esteemed-looking horse glanced between Ferin's rear legs, noticing the feral dragon's scaly sack, and smiled. "...Sir?" His voice was quite deep and pleasant to listen to.

Ferin took a look at the wall behind the anthro horse, adorned with different stockings and sleeves for the shop's many feral customers. There were also some hand-painted posters of some of the shop's merchandise in use by various different animals, all of them more or less erotic in nature, depicting both males and females alike. Already feeling the heat rushing to his cheeks the blue dragon opened his mouth to speak.

"Umm..." Ferin muttered, nervously shifting his balance between his left and right legs as he contemplated his question for a short while. Just thinking about it all got him embarrassed and he blushed even more before speaking out. "W-what would you recommend for seducing a human?"

The proud-looking equine's brown ears perked up immediately and he shot a curious, but kind glance at the big reptile, who nervously twiddled with his claws on the shop's hardwood floor. "Hmmm~" The tall horse hummed, scratching his long equine chin with his right hand, eyes darting all over Ferin's scaly figure.

"That's a tricky question... Humans tend to get aroused by almost anything, but they all have different preferences... hence it is hard for me to recommend anything specific for your needs." The brown stallion contemplated out loud whilst tilting his head, his last sentence causing Ferin to slightly lower his blue head in defeat. "...But for seduction, I'm sure every single item in our inventory is more than fitting, no matter the target of your affection."

Ferin quickly raised his head and smiled, the tip of his tail wagging excitedly.

"If it is an outfit which you seek, would you like to try some on? To see what would fit you- and possibly please your partner the best."

Ferin again lowered his head and began twiddling with his claws, staring at the floor as he muttered his reply: "By the Goddess... I-I don't want to be of any trouble... Dressing up a bigger beast like me is..."

"Nonsense! I would be glad to help you seek out something you'd like. That's what I'm here for." The gently smiling horse reassured his big blue customer.

"T-then... If it truly isn't too much trouble..." Ferin muttered quietly.

"Excellent! Just let me get your measurements and we can start trying on the lingerie!" The equine clerk smiled, momentarily ducking out under the desk before re-emerging with a comically large roll of measuring tape in his left hand.

"Please just stay where you are. I'll start measuring you in just a bit." The horse whistled, putting a pair of white tailor's gloves into his hands whilst he talked. "And by all means feel free to spread your wings out! This shop was built to accommodate even the largest of ferals. Be as comfortable as you need!"

Ferin smiled and nodded, carefully extending the majestic, scaly dragon wings that he had held folded against his sides ever since entering the shop. It felt good to be able to stretch out. It was just a minor detail of course, but it made the blue dragon feel that much more welcome and comfortable within the establishment.

"Alright! Let's measure that big body of yours!" The hazelnut stallion huffed, stepping out from behind the desk, holding the measuring tape in his gloved palms.

Ferin flinched a bit as he saw the equine clerk's lower half, which was completely naked, especially in contrast to his well-clad upper body. The deep-brown sheath on the anthro horse's crotch was big and intimidating, its leathery folds containing only what Ferin imagined to be an equally impressive equine cock. Just a bit lower hung the brown stallion's balls, round and taut in their low-hanging sack of dark leather, trying their best to reach all the way down towards the two-legged animal's knees. So he wasn't just a handsome stallion up top.

It was a well-known fact, that most beastmen harshly objected to wearing pretty much anything over their crotch or legs, most kingdoms recognizing their right to adhere to their customs and permitting them to go about their business without a thread on their lower halves. One couldn't go about a day around town without spotting at least a few wolves, tigers, or deer walking around with their sheath and genitals out in plain view. Almost nobody found it strange anymore. There was even a saying around it: "Don't put pants on a beastman!" or "Like trying to put pants on a beastman!" were commonly said when someone was trying to complicate things or do something considered nearly impossible

The shop clerk seemed to be no exception to the no-pants faction of beastmen, his fancy upper half having deceived the blue dragon's expectations about what the equine would wear from waist down. Then again, never having worn pants himself, Ferin couldn't know if wearing them felt that uncomfortable, but he had no qualms with anyone deciding not to wear pants, especially within their own establishment. Besides, stuffing those into a pair of pants would surely be difficult if the clerk for some reason decided to wear something on his legs.

After the initial surprise of the anthro's pantslessness, Ferin simply smiled and politely turned his head the other way as the horse removed his jacket and began approaching the dragon with the measuring tape in his hands.

"Excuse me..." The horse whistled as he stepped up to the blue scaled beast and started taking measurements of Ferin's right hind leg, humming a carefree tune as he worked around the big, thick dragon hindquarters.

"My name is Horacio, by the way." The horse said, fixing the spectacles on his muzzle before stretching the measuring tape across the length of Ferin's leg, even in his 7ft stature having to reach quite far up to get an accurate measurement of the larger animal's limb.

"Ferin!" The blue dragon nearly giggled out his reply as Horacio's gloved hands tickled his outer thigh when the equine reached around the scaly column, measuring the thickness of the big reptile's haunches.

"So... Mr. Ferin? Who is this human you're out to seduce?" The tailoring equine calmly asked, running the lengthy measuring tape all the way down to Ferin's ankles, measuring the girth of the leg at multiple different points.

"He's a paladin in the same unit as me. His name is Sir Evan, although he usually insists we just call him Evan. Short, dark hair, just under 6ft tall, amazing, toned body." Ferin blushed ever so slightly, talking out loud about his crush. "He's only 24-years old but is already a rank two paladin and in charge of his own unit: the Royal aviation unit with us dragons and griffins. He's very gentle, just and takes good care of everyone in his unit, even though most of us aren't even human or beastmen for that matter." A small shiver of delight rippled through Ferin's scaly figure.

"That so? He sounds like quite the catch..." Horacio calmly replied, standing up between the dragon's hind legs, his gloved hands traveling along Ferin's inner thigh, stopping at the dragon's groin just a few inches short of the flying reptile's majestic sack and his two, dangling orbs of dragon lust just at the level of the equine's face.

"He is! He is!" Ferin nodded his head, swishing his tail about just above Horacio's pointy horse ears. "I've loved him for a long time already... But I'm too nervous to make the first move, so I've been kind of hoping he would come to like me as well and be the one to confess... Besides it would be too callous of me to attempt to court him... we are a superior and a subordinate after all... Even though that only makes it better in my opinion!" Ferin snickered by himself, carefully flapping his wings, causing wind that gently swayed the various outfits inside the shop.

"Oh..." Horacio replied in his usual way, dragging over a stool with his right hoof, subsequently stepping on it to reach his hands around the base of Ferin's reptilian tail. "So why do you feel you now need to seduce him then?"

Ferin's mood took a notable dip and the big dragon immediately stopped the happy, idle movement of his scaly appendages. "Sir Evan is... popular, to say the least. He spends a lot of time with many different people and ferals alike, always acting as kind and charming as ever..."

"...He's a bit of a playboy...?" Horacio raised his eyebrow, stepping down from the stool he had been standing on.

"No, not at all! He's actually quite shy and just treats everyone with equal care and respect... Although he has said to me that I'm his favorite out of the ferals in our unit..." Ferin giggled, joyously flapping his wings just thinking about it.

"...But lately, the other dragons and even some griffins have started making advances on him, talking how they wished to claim Sir Evan as their mate..." The floorboards under Ferin's claws creaked slightly as the scaly beast clenched them irritatedly. "So I can't afford to wait around! He's not that easily swayed but I'm sure the other dragons would very much be able to persuade him into doing all sorts of things, like having him give them a bath or sleeping with them inside the stable or..." The blue dragon's thoughts wandered off to somewhere else entirely and Horacio was able to notice the big reptile's scaly sheath twitching once or twice as he approached it.

"I see..." The equine tailor muttered, tilting his head as he looked at the pair of humongous dragon testes in front of him. Ferin wasn't all that lightly equipped for his species either, rocking a pair of nearly two-gallon cumtanks on him, the circumference of which the serious horse was carefully preparing to measure. "Do you know if he likes ferals?" Horacio wrapped the measuring tape around most of Ferin's left orb as gently as he could, silently marveling at the size of his dragon client's endowment.

"N-no! I-I'm not entirely sure..." Ferin yipped as Horacio's gloves brushed against his scaly scrotum. "He hasn't shown any particular interest in anthro's or other humans and generally spends most of his time around the ferals in the unit, so I sort of assumed he might prefer my kin to two-leggers." Ferin shivered again as Horacio measured the combined circumference of both the dragon's boulderlike testes, the measuring tape pleasantly rubbing against the large reptile's sensitive spheres. "Mmmhhh~ That's exactly why so many ferals around the castle like him. He sometimes uses his days off cleaning the stable, fixing saddles and armor, and so on. And he always seems to enjoy talking to us and is not in the least scared, whereas most humans generally act wary around bigger ferals like me."

"He sounds like a very dedicated superior..." Horacio nodded his head as he walked out from under Ferin's crotch, now tossing the roll of measuring tape over the blue fire-breather's back, ducking beneath Ferin's scaly belly to measure the girth of the dragon's chest.

"Hehe~ This one time, when it was his day off, I purposefully rolled myself in mud and got super dirty just before nightfall. Then, when it was supposed to be 'lights-out' I had Sir Evan give me a private bath behind the castle since he thought I was too dirty to be permitted to sleep in the royal quarters." Ferin giggled.

"Ooh, I remembered he even took off his shirt when he scrubbed the dirt and grime from my scales... Mmhh~ He looked so handsome in the dying daylight. His hands felt so good against my scales, and he was so gentle washing me... Haa~ I even had him clean my rump and sheath for me. Mhhh~ It was so difficult to resist getting hard when he touched my big fat balls and rubbed the insides of my sheath... The others were green with envy once I told them... O-Oh! L-Listen to me! Prattling on about such lewd nonsense to total strangers." Ferin chuckled, his face purple with blush as he awkwardly scratched the scales behind his horns.

"It's alright," Horacio reassured his scaly customer, now moving on to measuring Ferin's forelegs and neck, calm and professional as ever. "You're not the first lovelorn beast with a human in his or her sights to walk into my shop and get sidetracked into their fantasies. Trust me, I've heard it all. Everything is confidential, of course." Horacio winked. "You have my word as a horse and a tailor."

"...Good to know I'm not the only one seeking to get themselves mounted by a human..." Ferin chuckled awkwardly.

The rest of the measuring was conducted in silence, Horacio's skilled hands deftly seeking the relevant measures needed for the fitting one by one, it taking the experienced equine less than five minutes to measure almost all of Ferin's big blue body. By the end of it all, the brown horse swiftly rolled up his measuring tape and slipped it inside his vest, again fixing the glasses on his muzzle before nodding his head.

"Alright, I think we can work with that... Duncan! Could you come into the shop for a second?"

"Coming~! A harmonious voice echoed over from the large doorway behind the shop's counter, soon followed by -what assumably was- the sounds of boxes getting knocked over as well as some muffled cussing, naturally. A bit later another horse stuck his head out from the shop's back-room, this time a feral one. He too was dominantly brown, with some white spots here and there along his neck, his mane, beautifully caramel-shaded and braided into three tails, each descending along the right side of his variegated neck.

"Oh! Who's this lovely lizard?" The newcomer asked with a big smile and a curious shuffle of his eyebrows as he gazed at the big fire-breathing reptile inside the shop with his golden eyes.

"Sir Ferin would like to take a look at our lingerie lineup for four-legged ferals. He wants to seduce himself a human man... Size three! Take a few of size four with you just in case!"

"On it!" The feral horse replied, using his front right hoof to do a quick salute before again disappearing behind the red curtain.

"My business partner, Duncan of Maerinville. I use him as a model for most of my designs." Horacio explained, fixing the fine vest on his equine chest. "He also has a surprisingly good eye for lingerie. If someone knows what to wear for seducing a human, it's without a doubt, Duncan."

Ferin chuckled as he mused himself with the mental image of Horacio fitting stockings onto the other equine while the feral was striking a pose as a lingerie model. But then the blue dragon's mind began to wander, and he thought about the anthro horse's last few words and whether the seemingly energetic young stallion had actual experience in seducing a human. But just as Ferin's thoughts were starting to gallop wild with fantasies about Duncan and his possible partners, strange noises began echoing from the shop's back-room, rapidly approaching the red curtain which blocked the dragon's view.

"Haal Hait! Hefe aav fe fefains!" Muffled horse as far as Ferin understood for: "All right! Here are the designs!"

Not long after, Duncan stuck his head out from behind the curtain two boxes connected by a string hanging from his mouth, which explained the strange sentence from earlier. The pecan-colored equine walked out from the tall doorway, Ferin finally getting a full-body shot of the hard-working feral horse.

Duncan, like Horacio, was a bit over 7ft in height, his brown ears giving him a slight edge in comparison with his anthropomorphic counterpart. Ferin wasn't quite able to tell what breed the feral horse belonged to, his pecan-frame closely resembling that of a Thoroughbred's, but at the same time possessing certain robustness usually found in the more heavy or draft breeds of equines. His body was dominantly brown, shade slightly darker than his mane, an uneven pattern of different-sized white spots running down the left side of his neck, all the way down to the base of his tail. Tail, which, like his mane was carefully braided for a more clean, professional look. The four-legged stallion was also donning a moss-green tailor's vest, the same style as Horacio's, needles, scissors, and other tailoring tools sticking out from the many pockets in the feral working outfit.

Something rattled behind Duncan and as the majestic feral moved out from behind the desk, the source of the noise revealed itself to be a very nifty, and adorable-looking cart the big horse was pulling in his wake. The miniature wagon, moving on four decorated wheels was attached to two small hooks on the back of Duncan's vest, two, worn brass chains connecting the cart to the fancy green leather. The small cart was loaded full of different-sized boxes, each wrapped by different colored, glittery ribbons, just like the two boxes hanging from Duncan's mouth.

Ferin also couldn't help himself to take a quick peek at the second stallion's sheath out of sheer curiosity, Duncan's male parts at least equally sizable with his non-feral business partner. The feral's testes were a bit more oval in shape but hung just as low and taut in their leathery residence as Horacio's heavy pair.

Duncan gracefully trotted his way next to the big reptile and his associate, carefully setting down the boxes from his teeth before bursting out talking: "So, what might master Ferin be looking for? Perhaps some Rievynd-wool panties for that sinful posterior? Or a Nuvirian cock-sleeve designed for large reptiles, crafted from the finest snakeskin?"

Ferin was so surprised by the flood of words from the feral stallion he instinctively retracted his head away from the stallion as Horacio silently chuckled next to the two ferals.

"Actually, he's got a certain paladin in his sights. I'm thinking he might need the whole package..." The anthro muttered in his calm, professional voice, to which the feral quickly nodded his head.

"These are some of the favorites from our other four-legged customers!" Duncan announced, nudging off the lids of a couple of the boxes he had brought, revealing all kinds of folded clothing items inside. "What will it be?"

"W-well... I've actually... held affection for him since quite a while," Ferin muttered, curling up his tail as he blushed faintly. "So something sexy that might make him better see me as a potential mate...?"

"They are co-workers, and Sir Ferin here would like to change that." Horacio chimed in.

"I see, I see... So~ Something that says 'I love you' and 'Fuck me like your favorite slut' at the same time hmm~? I think we just might have that!"

Ferin blushed to an even deeper shade of purple from the feral stallion's crude description, mostly because of how accurate it was. Duncan nudged a few boxes out of the cart, eventually picking up one from the very bottom, opening it with his mouth while Horacio peered inside the rectangular container. The anthro soon smiled and approvingly nodded his head.

The next two minutes went by in one, brown, equine blur, as the two tailors got to work in dressing up their reptilian customer. Ferin's eyes could barely even follow the brilliant work of the anthro-feral horse duo as the two made laps around the blue-scaled dragon, strapping new pieces of cloth onto Ferin's legs, neck, tail, hips, sides, wings, and even horns as the two seemed to be gunning for a world record in dragon-dress-up, feral category. Horacio used his hands to his advantage, his skilled tailor-fingers slipping stockings into Ferin's dragon feet, while Duncan admirably worked with his hooves and mouth to dress up the rest of the winged creature. In no time at all, Ferin was fully clad in lingerie, a dark set of fine cloth decorating his blue body.

"Alright! Here is the first item on our list; Silky stocking surprise! Made from the renowned night-silk from the Sylverian fairies to the south!" Duncan announced while Horacio controlledly clapped his hands together, dragging over a large mirror, which was taller than either of the present equines.

Ferin's face blushed purple as he witnessed himself in the mirror, clad in such a lewd outfit. All four of his legs were decorated with pitch-black, silk stockings, each decorated by a row of small, red ribbons at both openings of the dark thigh-sleeves. In addition, Ferin had a fluffy, dark collar on his long neck, its ruffles made from the same cloth as his stockings, dark as the night. Two more were on his tail. The most impressive part of the outfit still had to be the large, dragon-sized corset the two horses had managed to wrap around Ferin's chest, the restricting, black, lace decorated chest piece having special wedges for Ferin's wings, allowing maximum comfort for the winged reptile. Lastly, a bit further down, there was a see-through black skirt, just barely draping over the large dragon's haunches and covering his sheath from view. And as a cherry on top, Horacio had tied long, red ribbons to the tip of Ferin's tail, to his wings, and on his right horn just over the eye.

"What do you think?"

"O-oh my!" Ferin giggled, an eager, pointy tip of his dragon malehood starting to pitch a tent on the dark, lace skirt, something that both horses took note of. "I-It's really beautiful... and sexy..."

"You think it might be good enough for Sir Evan?"

Ferin held a long pause, shuffling his feet and moving his wings while the anthro equine attentively moved the mirror in a semi-circle so that the dragon got a good look at himself from all directions.

"Hmmm~ T-this is a definite maybe! I-I think it looks gorgeous... But I'm not that sure if Evan is into black that much..." The dragon eventually muttered, feeling a bit guilty since the horses had gone through the trouble of dressing him up.

"I do feel something more light in colour might suit your scales a bit better...Ok, let's try on the next one!" Duncan whinnied, tapping the floor with his hooves, not deterred in the slightest.

What then followed was another four-minute hoof-and-mane whirlwind as Duncan and Horacio efficiently stripped and subsequently re-dressed Ferin, again in world-record time, this time partly because the second outfit was much more simplistic than the first. The equines' fire-breathing model had to shake his head in order to stop it from spinning after he had tried keeping up with the adept tailors and their work.

"This one is called the Fishnet Daydream!" Horacio explained, again moving the big mirror to an angle that allowed Ferin to see the reflection of his whole body. The blue beast gasped silently.

The second set of lingerie was much more flirtatious and seductive in design, leaving very little up to anyone's imagination. Much like the first one, the new set also relied on stockings for each of Ferin's blue legs, this time crafted out of soft pink string into a netting, patterned strikingly similar to the natural arrangement of scales on Ferin's own body. The four pink sleeves held each of Ferin's legs in a surprisingly tight squeeze, the dragon's reptilian flesh bulging out against the tight-fitting patterning, most likely as was intended. There were two more similar sleeves, one slightly shorter on Ferin's neck, connected to the stockings on his forelegs by a few decorated strings, and the last one on his tail, this one almost twice as long as the others, stretching all the way down from his tailhole to the very tip of his tail. The rest of the outfit consisted of a tight pink tube-top, wrapped around Ferin's blue chest and a meticulously crafted pink pouch with small fishnet windows covering the dragon's scaly sack and sheath.

"Oh yeah! This dragon likes it dirty for sure!" Duncan whistled.

Ferin blushed from the feral horse's comment, feeling increasingly embarrassed upon looking at himself in the mirror.

"Hmm... This one is definitely on the more sluttier side of our wardrobe, but it does a good job highlighting your thighs... I bet Mr. Paladin is just crazy about these thighs, isn't he?"

For a brief moment, Ferin imagined showing himself off to Evan in this outfit, having to soon shake his head in embarrassment from just thinking about it, and also to stop his fantasy from progressing too far.

"T-this might be a bit too much honestly...I-I don't want to look like a downtown prostitute... No offense!" Ferin muttered, lowering his head apologetically towards the two horses.

"None taken! Perhaps this isn't exactly something for seducing a pious paladin after all..." Horacio nodded his head, as did Duncan. The equines also noted there wasn't any noticeable reaction from the dragon's genitals to the second outfit.

"Not entirely convinced huh...?" Duncan tilted his head and took a gander at the rest of his inventory. He didn't have to look for long before Ferin could detect an excited glimmer in the feral's golden eyes. "Well, trust me! This next outfit is going to swoop you off your feet, and make your Paladin's platelegs drop to the ground faster than an overly-eager stallion gets a hoofprint from a frigid mare."

Ferin just managed to catch a quick glimpse of white lace when Horacio picked up the outfit from its box, before the tailoring horses wove the blue dragon's long neck in a twist, moving back and forth, around and under the scaly beast, removing the extensive area of fishnet from Ferin's blue limbs before replacing them with items from the new set of erotic underwear in the blink of an eye, six hooves stomping the floor at a momentous pace for a short while. At this point, Duncan and Horacio had completely managed in transforming Ferin's opinion on horses doing such precise and meticulous tasks, a species usually perceived as too big and clumsy for anything other than menial labor. The sheer range of versatility Horacio's fingers and Duncan's mouth and hooves had was incredible to the big reptile.

In no time at all, the dynamic six-hooved duo was again finished, each nodding their heads in agreement as they looked at their latest creation.

"Oh yeah! This is definitely the one!" Duncan neighed happily.

"Most certainly is!"

Now abundantly curious, Ferin turned his head towards the mirror and gazed upon his reptilian reflection on its silvery surface, eyes widening with surprise.

"M-My! T-this looks just like a... W-wedding dress!?"

"Indeed! And I can assure you it's of high enough quality to get married in!" Horacio nodded his big horse head with a controlled smile on his brown muzzle.

And it did look like a wedding dress. If not that, then at least something you'd wear underneath the dress for one's wedding night. Starting from the bottom, Ferin's tail had four lace sleeves of varying length, each one white as fresh snow on a winter day, decorated with plentiful, see-through white frills on each end. From there, the lingerie-set evolved into a white lace garter-belt, paired with a set of near-see-through bridal panties and two beautifully sewn stockings, each depicting a flock of swallows spiraling around an oak tree on their pure, white surface. Moving up, past the scaly scrotum and sheath, only barely covered by the small pair of panties, Ferin again had a corset on his chest, white like the rest of his outfit, partly see-through and with a few, well-placed windows from which one could see patches of sky-blue dragon scales of its wearer. In the front Ferin had on a pair of delicate silk gloves, only reaching about to his knees, not quite qualifying as stockings, but still adding their distinctive touch to the white outfit.

On his neck, the blue dragon had a pure white collar, decorated with frills and a small silver pendant depicting a heart dangling down from it. And last but not least, there was a veil descending down Ferin's neck from his horns, the left of which had a small but eye-catching garter wrapped around it. Had you added a bouquet, it wouldn't have confused anyone to say Ferin was indeed, a bride.

"Yep! What a beautiful bride for a lucky paladin!" Duncan chuckled.

"B-bride!? B-But we're not even together yet!" Ferin blushed and began nervously twiddling with the decorative collar on his neck. "I-I-I mean if he wanted to, I'd be more than happy to- N-no! And I'm not even sure if the church would approve dragon-human marriage, especially one between two males... A-and we'd have to reserve a venue big enough to accommodate dragons- No, it would be too much of a hassle! I-I'd be satisfied enough just being his lover or b-boyfriend. But then again..."

Ferin quickly got lost within his own fantasies, muttering most of it all out loud while the two horses patiently listened to the scaly beast's delusions, their eyes keenly following Ferin's draconic member, which extended out of the big reptile's scaly sheath a couple of inches with each sentence, the purplish baton with small spines running along its underside throbbing with arousal as it lurched out from its scaly cavern.

"But oh! H-how many eggs would Sir Evan want? I'd gladly have two dozen even, i-if that is what he desires, b-but then..."

Both Horacio's and Duncan's ears perked up as the two equines witnessed the massive knot of Ferin's reptilian malehood squeezing itself out of the sheath as well, nearly twice as wide as the rest of the gargantuan dragon shaft. It was easily bigger than either of their heads; a superb highlight of the over-five-foot sextool of the blushing dragon.

*Krhm~!*

Ferin blinked and stopped his rambling as the anthro equine cleared his throat, looking up at the flustered reptile's dumbfounded expression.

"Should we just package this one up for you then? It is obviously to your liking."

"R-Really? I-is it that easy to see?"

The tall horse only resorted to politely clearing his throat again and nodded towards Ferin's hind legs, where the dragon's massive malehood wobbled about just under his belly. Only now seeming to realize he was completely erect in the erotic underwear, Ferin chuckled nervously and lowered his head in an apology.

"M-my apologies! It seems I have gotten overly excited on my own here..."

"Nothing we haven't seen before here at Velvet Beast..." Horacio calmly reassured Ferin. "...And in fact, we'd be more than happy to take care of that too..."

Ferin curiously tilted his horned head, unsure of whether he had heard the anthro horse right. "What do you mean?"

"Well as good an advertisement it would be, we possibly can't have a male dragon walking out of our shop... like this. And it would also be a good trial for when you will actually use this with Sir Paladin. To see there won't be any tears or rips in the cloth immediately after just one use." Horacio explained while Duncan nodded his head in agreement.

"We take customer satisfaction very seriously here..." The feral equine added.

"O-Oh!" Ferin gasped, catching up to what the horses were suggesting. The two were definitely right about the blue dragon not being able to walk out onto the street with a full-on boner, and thanks to the rather wild-natured fantasies the winged beast had had, he knew this predicament of his wasn't going back into its sheath for a long while if left unattended.

"W-well then... I-If you'd be so kind..." Ferin muttered sheepishly, leaning his upper body towards the floor as if submitting to his lover, curling his blue tail above his back whilst spreading his hind legs apart slightly.

"Please excuse me..." Horacio whispered walking next to his big, fire-breathing client and ducking his tall frame under Ferin's belly.

Ferin's entire scaly frame twitched along with his genitals when the equine tailor's soft gloves brushed the side of his shaft, Horacio carefully planting both his palms onto the blue dragon's massive, purple breeding baton. It had been forever since anyone but the dragon himself had touched his pride as a male, and the knotted impregnation tower tingled all over with pleasure as it was stroked by the levelheaded horse's hands.

The blue dragon quickly came to realize how adept the smaller anthro actually was at handling his cock, tailoring obviously not the only thing his equine hands were good for.

Horacio's hands caressed the huge dragon dong from both sides, traveling up and down its meaty surface at a reserved pace, stimulating the flow of the hot dragon blood that raged inside the gargantuan knotted phallus. And even though his fingers couldn't reach anywhere near around the entire girth of Ferin's member, the silent stallion worked extremely well with what he had for an anthro. By all accounts, this probably wasn't the hazelnut stallion's first time pleasuring a beast of Ferin's size with his hands, hands that the dignified stud used so skillfully to stroke the blue dragon's ribbed shaft, exerting just the right amount of force from his fingertips to make the large reptile purr with delight.

"That's right... You just think about your Paladin and we'll take care of this big, nasty troublemaker of yours in no time..." Horacio hummed in his calm tone, snorting loudly as his own sheath began pulsing with life, a dark equine cockhead soon poking out from the anthro's leathery cave.

Taking advice from the anthro horse stroking his dick, Ferin allowed his scaly eyelids to droop shut, blowing out small clouds of smoke from his nostrils, relaxing his body further in the capable hands of the equine tailor. Soon enough, Ferin's tail started to wag and the big blue beast quietly giggled to himself: "Mnhh~ S-sir Evan!? I-If you keep touching me down there I'll- O-Oohh!!" The fierce fire-breather flapped his great wings with delight, imagining getting serviced by his human crush.

About half of his dark pole extended from his sheath, Horace looked back over his left shoulder at his feral friend, Duncan snorting loudly whilst showing off the majestic flare he had reaching out from his crotch. The two horses shared a mischievous look with one another.

"Duncan! Would you care to check if we have any... dragon-sized accessories behind the counter?"

The aroused feral only huffed and tossed his head before turning around, strutting his way to the counter, promptly ducking out of sight behind the tall, decorated oak desk. After a short while of loud rummaging and random sounds of ransackkery making rounds around the lingerie shop, Duncan's pointy ears finally poked out from behind the cash register, and the feral called out with his cheerful voice: "I think I got something!"

Out of sheer curiosity, Ferin carefully cracked his right eye open, stealing a brief glance of the feral equine, who now huffed whilst picking something up from behind the counter. The blue dragon was however forced to fully open his eyes when he eventually witnessed what his fellow feral was carrying in his teeth.

A butt-plug, big as a cannonball and just as heavy, hung from Duncan's mouth, the feral horse holding it up by the large handle on the other end, the many tendons in his strong, equine neck bulging thanks to how big and heavy the thing was. The humongous bulb was made of what Ferin assumed to be brass, the shine of its polished surface just shy of gold. There was a loud thump when the feral equine set it down onto the counter, stretching his neck and shaking his head after the physical feat. "You think this is 'dragon-sized' enough for our lizard, H?"

Without ceasing to stroke Ferin's twitching dragon dick, the anthro horse once again looked over his shoulder at the massive hunk of metal now sitting next to the cash register. "Oh yes! Certainly!" He said with his ears fluttering. "Please fit it on Mr. Ferin!"

Ferin's eyes followed as Duncan grabbed the gigantic anal teasing tool between his jaws, hoisting it off the oaken desk and starting to carry it towards the blue dragon's stuck-out rear end. At the same time Horacio, perhaps intentionally, altered the pathing of his hands, now running his left on the spined underside of the great dragon malehood whilst focusing more on Ferin's tip with his right. As before, the anthro horse was very methodical with the way he milked the larger beast, playing with each individual spine on the underside of Ferin's cock, pinching, squeezing, and rubbing them gently with his gloved fingers, coaxing out various mating coos from the big blue dragon with his exquisite technique.

His brains getting bombarded with even more signals of pleasure, Ferin was quickly lulled back into his fantasies of frolicking with Sir Evan, muttering and giggling by himself as the fastidious equine tailor massaged the most sensitive parts of his male endowment.

"Mmmhhh~ S-sir Evannn~!!! N-no don't touch me theree~" Echoed throughout the shop as Ferin got increasingly vocal with his moans, his arousal growing by the second.

Without the dragon even noticing, Duncan was already standing directly below Ferin's lifted tail and exposed dragon's cavern with the intimidating brass butt-plug dangling from his mouth. As if having done this exact maneuver millions of times before, the feral horse deftly reared directly behind the winged beast, placing his forehooves onto Ferin's ample rump, bringing his face just on the level with the bigger feral's twitching tailhole. Searching his balance for a few short seconds, the braid-maned stallion soon extended his neck, flicking the pointed tip of the huge sex toy onto Ferin's sphincter, the cold metal pressing up against the tremendous body heat of the blue dragon. Being too indulged in his fantasies, Ferin barely even reacted to the large object intruding on his tailhole, only letting out another puff of smoke from his nostrils, when the polished brass brushed his sphincter.

The feral stallion decided to let gravity do the rest of the work and dislodged the plug's decorated wooden handle from his mouth, allowing the wide brass bulb to start sinking inside the steaming-hot dragon hole while he held the lace feral panties to the side. The huge toy smoothly fell into its designated flesh socket and gradually started stretching the ring of Ferin's reptilian anus, its profound weight a dire necessity in fighting the strong resistance of such a large sphincter. Bit by bit, the scaly orifice gave in, the plug eventually stretching Ferin's hole past the dreaded halfway point and slipping inside, so that only the wooden handle was left visible from underneath Ferin's tail.

"Mmhhhhhhhhh~!!!" Ferin moaned as the heavy tailhole trinket plunged inside his sphincter, the kinetic energy of the object lurching into him enough to rock his scaly haunches ever so slightly. The insides of his rump began immediately squirming around the big, foreign object, enjoying its presence to the fullest in the tightly-packed dragon colon.

"That's one well-plugged dragon if I ever saw one!" Duncan announced, settling all four of his hooves steadily onto the shop's hardwood floor.

The feral stallion, himself fully erect with all 38 inches of his malehood out and about, promptly walked in between Ferin's rear legs, taking only a pair of steps before being greeted by the dragon's big, jiggly and chock-full balls, covered in the thin, white lace of the dragon panties he was wearing. Hungrily licking his lips, Duncan began nibbling at Ferin's balls through the thin fabric of the panties, his hot equine breath tickling the blue scales of Ferin's large scrotum while his lips tasted the exhilarating flavor of a male dragon. Ferin moaned, both his balls and shaft jumping quite noticeably in reaction to the new stimulation to his genitals, the smell of smoke once again growing stronger inside the lingerie shop.

The big dragon quickly became putty in the two equine's skilled hooves, moaning, growling, and purring with pleasure as the two tailors had their fun with the big lizard's gargantuan package.

Having nearly wetted the entirety of the panties covering Ferin's dragon nuts with his equine saliva, Duncan again licked his lips before carefully making his way onto the left side of the big reptile's pulsing shaft, curiously eyeing his anthropomorphic partner, who had just discarded his gloves and was touching the massive manifestation of dragon virility directly with his bare hands.

"Aren't you getting a bit too into this, stud?" He asked snarkily, pushing his muzzle up against the purple, knotted flesh pole and taking a good long sniff at its potent male odor.

"...Haaahh~...What I wouldn't give to see you 'well-plugged' by both ends sometimes..." Horacio huffed, giving his partner his best customer-servicing smile, receiving a stuck-out tongue and a shit-eating grin in return. "It's not every day one gets to milk such a gorgeous beast..."

After the brief exchange of pleasantries between the two stallions, Duncan moved a bit more upward on Ferin's meat, bending his knees and moving directly opposite the imposing fifth thigh of the feral dragon, his brown equine muzzle now facing the equally sized glans and flaring tip of the blue dragon's endowment. Submissively folding his ears along his head, the feral horse stuck out his tongue and started licking the draconian cockhead, sparing little to no effort nor saliva in tasting the entirety of the tip of Ferin's purple meat spear. His hot dragon insides greedily sucking the polished surface of the plug, Ferin let out something resembling a whimper as he felt the warm and wet sensation of Duncan's tongue on his throbbing glans, some translucent, strong-scented pre starting to ooze out from the wide opening of his urethra. Horacio, not wanting to lose to his partner, promptly planted his big equine lips on Ferin's shaft as well, reaching his right hand down to stroke his own, twitching length, also dripping pre like a broken faucet.

The two equines happily indulged themselves in the humongous, tasty fucktool of the bigger feral, playing with the reptilian erection however they pleased, perking their ears to each erotic moan they managed to elicit out of their scaly customer. Each of the two stallions was dangerously erect, Ferin's pre not the only liquid oozing out to the shop's floor, each resilient and healthy horsecock soon having a small puddle directly beneath.

Duncan gave Ferin's big glans a good and thorough bath with his tongue, soon moving on to eagerly slurping up the warm dragon pre straight out of the tap while he was at it, his lips glistening with the big dragon's lubricatory liquid after only a few seconds. Horacio also altered his approach, moving his hands down to caress the hefty knot at the very base of Ferin's malehood, to no avail trying to get a proper grasp on the gargantuan orbs which pulsed beneath his fingers. The anthro also eventually kneeled down onto the floor and started tickling the spines of Ferin's cock with his tongue, playfully nibbling on them with his lips while running his mouth back and forth on the great dragon's throbbing shaft.

The big blue dragon was in heaven. He hadn't been this aroused since his last mating season, his equine attendants proving themselves quite proficient in pleasing a male dragon, their eagerness and effort more than commendable. Horacio's furry hands tirelessly groping, stroking, and rubbing his shaft and knot, Duncan's lips and tongue relentlessly attacking the meaty glands of Ferin's cock, the two stallions knew their stuff when it came to big fire-breathers like Ferin. And as if that already wasn't enough the weight of the huge butt plug was pleasantly pressing against his reptilian prostate, further advancing his reproductive urges and stirring the voluminous liquid mass inside his heavy dragon testes. Flames weren't the only thing the blue dragon was close to jetting out of his body.

Attentive as always, Horacio took notice of the increased activity of Ferin's genitals, promptly catching his feral stallion associate's attention with a whistle. Fervently making out with the tip of the huge dragon cock, Duncan cracked open his eyes and glanced at the anthro equine, kneeling down below the big, purple knot.

"I reckon it would be an appropriate time to get the tub."

The serious tone of the anthro's voice prompted the feral stallion to withdraw his brown muzzle from the bigger beast's member and to carefully back away from underneath the scaly creature, whose large frame twitched and jerked in evidence of the impending mess. Licking the translucent goo off his mouth to the best of his ability, Duncan hurriedly trotted his way to the far corner of the shop, returning dragging a large metal vat in his teeth. The multiple-gallon steel contraption -most likely used for washing the shop's inventory- rattled as the big stallion backed his way next to Ferin, nimbly using his hooves to kick the tub in place, directly below the blue dragon's chest, half-a-foot away from the tip of the about-to-burst tree trunk of a dragon cock.

And Duncan was just in time.

Accompanied by a joyous screech, Ferin's meat began spewing out streaks of sticky dragon seed, the two horses' stimulation finally pushing the blue reptile over his limit. The massive wave of fire-breathing lizard jizz loudly splashed into the deep container under Ferin, the lewd sound of it echoing inside the shop as more and more cum kept gushing out of the impressive dragon tool. The blue dragon had to try -really- hard to hold the flames inside his muzzle, most of that pressure relieving itself through Ferin's contracting urethra, spitting cum into the vat at a pace that made it sound like a thunderstorm inside the shop when the heavy liquid pummeled the cold metal.

The sight that was an orgasming Kerodian Dragon was so majestic that even Horacio finally let go of the five-foot-long, violently twitching pleasure pole and watched from the side with Duncan as Ferin gradually filled up the tub, both of the two stallions' dicks just as erect as their draconian counterpart currently sowing its potent contents into the lifeless metal vessel. Duncan whinnied excitedly, mimicking a pair of mounting thrusts with his equine hips, the horsecock below his belly expelling a few long ropes of pre onto the floor. The anthro stallion in turn was so mesmerized by the lewd display before him that he didn't even need to touch his meat for it to erupt into a fountain of sticky stallion jizz, shooting out thick ropes far from the throbbing tip of his erection, the unique smell of his foaljuice mixing in with the more prominent scent of dragon semen. Horacio reacted only when Duncan took the anthro stallion's dick into his mouth, happily drinking up the remainder of the seed his two-legged partner had yet to blast out of his urethra by now. With his male essence seeping into other horse's mouth, Horacio released a heartfelt sigh, gently patting his partner's head while Ferin continued to cum until every single drop of his liquid lizard offspring was securely sloshing inside the large metal vat by his feet.

...

"That will be 89 Terrins in total, please!" Horacio said with a smile as he handed over the decorated bag to Ferin, who promptly untied the strings of the leathery coin pouch hanging from his neck, placing it onto the counter and nudging it over so that the shiny coins spilled out onto the wooden table.

The vest-wearing equine fixed the glasses on his muzzle and quickly counted out 18 large gold coins, which he then slipped inside the cash register one by one, tying up Ferin's coin pouch and handing it back to the blue dragon. "Thank you for your patronage! I hope you found our service satisfactory." The anthro horse made a small bow, to which Ferin responded with his own, which did end up looking more like the dragon nodding than bowing.

"The service was excellent! I can't wait to show Sir Evan what I've bought!" Ferin rejoiced, smiling and tilting his head at the elegant horse at the other side of the counter.

"I'm pleased to hear that. Please feel free to visit us again if you or Sir Paladin need something... extra for playing in the hay. We do sell special harnesses to assist humans in mounting larger beasts."

Ferin blushed and wagged his tail. "Perhaps another time!"

The big blue lizard then glanced to his left, at the big vat full of his ejaculatory fluids still sitting in the middle of the shop. "Umm... If I may ask... W-what are you going to do with..." The horned reptile nodded towards the vat and smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, we usually sell the products of our customer satisfaction to the local apothecary. She's always on the lookout for semen of different beasts for her experiments and I'm sure she'll be glad to receive such esteemed semen as yours... If you don't mind us doing that, of course."

Ferin shook his head. "No, not at all! I'm glad it won't go to waste!"

And with that, the blue dragon waved Horacio goodbye, turned around, and walked out from the shop, the three golden bells on the doorframe chiming just as they had when greeting the dragon. Ferin was still blushing but had the biggest smile on his face as he left the shop, the decorated bag hanging from his right horn.

...

With the shop once more empty, Duncan swiftly emerged from behind the curtain and nonchalantly walked his way behind Horacio, who was well aware of the feral's antics but didn't react to his partner's presence.

In the blink of an eye, the feral stallion reared, slamming his forehooves on the counter on each side of the anthropomorphic equine, locking Horacio between himself and the tall desk.

"I was thinking we could continue from where we left off..." The feral stud whispered, gently rubbing his erect, three feet horse dong against his partner's backside, snorting excitedly into Horacio's left ear. Horacio too was still erect from dealing with Ferin and his massive dragon malehood, his own near 30-inch horsecock hidden from view behind the counter. The two-hooved stallion smiled.

But before he could answer anything, the golden bells by the door chimed again, as another, big feral entered the shop. "Perhaps another time... you stud." Horacio whispered, pushing the feral stallion off his back, receiving a frustrated huff from his business associate before he disappeared behind the curtain once more.

"Welcome to Velvet Beast! How can I help you?" Horacio smiled and turned towards the new customer, who to the horse's great surprise, was also a dragon. This one's scales were dark purple, and instead of two horns like Ferin, he had a total of seven pointy - formations intimidatingly poking out from his forehead. A war dragon for sure.

"Greetings!" The purple beast announced and made a makeshift bow where he stood. The creature's voice was surprisingly high-pitched in comparison to his outer appearance.

"Would you happen to have anything a human man would find arousing on a male dragon like me?"

Horacio's ears perked up and he raised an eyebrow.

"You see, I'm in the castle's aviation unit, and there's this dreamy human paladin I wish to court and I was hoping that you could..."