“...why are we here again?” 

Spiz grumbled, looking up at the rinky-dink sign of the shop in front of them reading ‘The Lyrebird’s Handmaiden’, half the nails having already rusted off, leaving the sign hanging down from the few remaining ones, teetering on the edge of falling off the building entirely. Although, from the look of the surrounding buildings, it seemed like the most legit business out of all of them. Spitz grimaces looking back to Abby.
“What do these people even ma-”
“Oh quit whining, I’ll only be a few minutes.” Abby said, walking inside, Spitz letting out a sigh and walking inside with her, glad to be out of the street, though he didn’t know whether a skeezy shop would be much better. Thankfully, the interior didn’t match the exterior. It was relatively nice in here, the floors were clean and the inventory was nicely organized. Though, Spitz was even more confused about the inventory. It looked like this place specialized in rubber flanges of all things. Differently sized rubber rings scattered about in different thicknesses and sizes. Spitz was incredibly confused, but Abby seemed to know what she was doing as she strode up to the empty front desk and hit the bell there, the dinky, tarnished silver producing a surprisingly clear ring. 
There was a small pause, before a mature woman came from the back of the shop, once again triggering Spitz’s sense that something was off. Mostly via the fact that she was wearing a short, lacy, maroon-red dress with a clear corset line underneath, much gaudier than anyone in a flange shop should wear. When she spoke, her voice was clear and present, with a strange air of unsurprise at seeing the princess of the kingdom in her shop. “Ah, your majesty! It has been a while hasn’t it…” She said, her eyes drifting over to Spitz as he looks around the shop, trying to check for any traps or hidden places someone could be spying, now convinced this was some kind of joke. “...I see~.” She drawled out slyly, a knowing grin creeping across her face as Abby blushed and walked around the counter and into the back of the store, peeking around the door as the woman walked inside with her. “Spitz, Mama Emrelda and I are just going to be discussing some business. Just some boring regent stuff, I’ll call if I need your help.” She said, lying through her teeth as Spitz looked at her strangely. Ignoring the look she was given and closing the door on a very confused (and already quite bored) gnoll. 

Once inside, Abby turned around to a quite different shop back here. The floor was shined to perfection and glass display cases lined with red velvet lined almost every wall, the back wall instead dedicated to a rather elaborate workbench. As for what was displayed…dicks. Rubber dicks in every display case, different sizes and shapes and species of phallus everywhere. Abby had to blush. It doesn’t matter who you are, dignified or not, walking into a room of penis would make anyone blush. Anyone, in fact, but Mama Emrelda, who sauntered over to the workbench knowingly. Sitting down on the plush stool and crossing one leg over another, gazing at Abby with a smug, knowing grin. “So, your majesty. Am I to assume this is a…custom job?” She said, raising one eyebrow and smiling at Abby’s blushing face as she walked over and took a seat across from the woman, blushing like mad, but giving a slow nod. “Uhm, yes. Typical compensation will apply…as well as-” 
Emrelda waved the words away, rolling her eyes. “-as well as confidentiality and an agreement not to tell anyone on pain of death or torture, I know. I’ve been doing this for a very long time, your majesty, trust me.” She says, grabbing a mold from a drawer nearby, before she was interrupted by Abby. “Oh! Uhm, n-not that one. Its uhm…c-canine.” She admitted, Mama Emrelda grinning and grabbing another mold. 
“Is this size right?”
“Uhm, it’s bigger.”
“How about-”
“..bigger.”
Mama Emrelda went from smug, to intensely interested quite quickly. No longer grabbing molds, her eyes narrow, and she grins at the princess. 
“Unfortunately, your majesty. I’m afraid this job may require a custom mold as well…” She says, rubbing her chin in thought, much to the confusion of Abby, who starts to get worried. “You don’t mean…” 
“I do. Bring him in, dear~.” 

Spitz was lying against the wall next to the entrance door, half-asleep by that point, having gotten very, very tired of looking at flanges in the past few minutes. Suddenly, he heard the back door open, Abby coming out with a significant blush on her face. “Business over?” Spitz said sarcastically, though Abby was uncharacteristically silent as she walked over, pulled him to his feet, and then led him by the hand into the back. Once he got through the door, Spitz’s face first was filled with awe at the number of cocks around him…then with sly understanding as he smiles down at Abby. “You know, you could have just as-”
“Oh, j-just shut up and sit down!” Abby said, pushing him over to the stool where she was sitting earlier, right across from the matronly woman, who’s chin was on her hand. “You two start, I’ll be mixing the material a bit…” She said, though her eyes don’t waver from Spitz’s crotch, the tip of her tongue wetting her lips a bit in thought before she turns and starts grabbing various things, mixing them in a large cylindrical wooden canister. 
Abby, already flustered, gestured to Spitz. “Well. Go on. Get it out.” She said, trying to stay confident despite the circumstances. Spitz just laughed, standing up a bit and unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down to his ankles to reveal his sheath, sitting back down across from the mature woman, who briefly pauses her mixing to look back at him, biting her lip slightly as she spies his thick sheath. “...your majesty, may I inspect him myself? I know it may be overstepping my bounds…” She said, though she didn’t even wait for the princess’s approval, one of her slender hands reaching down to feel that fuzzy sheath and balls, watching as the pink tip of Spitz’s cock slowly pushes through. Abby cleared her throat. “Uhm, g-go ahead.” She said, though truthfully she was enjoying the sight as well. This was different than their normal romps. Abby was nearly forced to inspect his dick on an almost clinical level, watching as the matron continues groping and fondling, much to the enjoyment of the gnoll above. Spitz placing his arm on the workbench for support and spreading his thighs, letting her examine it in full as she worked it to full erection. Emrelda threw a glance towards Abby. “If my knowledge of canine anatomy is correct, and I believe it must be, we’ll have to bring him to completion in order to mold the knot…” She said, placing the container she was working on aside and moving off her stool, kneeling down in front of Spitz and looking to Abby expectantly. “Come now, your majesty. This will move much faster with some help~.” She drawled out, Spitz giving her a similarly smug, lustful look. Abby humphed, but knelt down. One of her own hands moving up to wrap his shaft while Emrelda cupped his balls. Much to both of their surprise, the matron was not shy about suddenly sliding out her tongue to lick and lap at it, pausing a second to explain when Abby looks at her questioningly. “Saliva will help the material unstick from his shaft once the molding is complete…” She says, pausing to give it a little smooch. “..and, of course, will help bring out that knot even faster, dear~.” She says, grinning. Abby blushed like mad, starting to feel rather jealous of Mama Emrelda…until she felt one large, strong hand on her head. Spitz looking down at her with a caring, yet shit-eating grin. “Come on, Abby. You wanted this, remember? Shouldn’t you work for it~?” He says, slightly pushing her forwards as the matron continues to lick one side of it. Abby once again grumbled out some mumbled complaint, but started work on the other side. Spitz looked down at the two with much satisfaction as they both worked on his phallus, a low murr emenating from his throat sending shivers through the princess and wetting her loins even further. Eventually, Abby felt the knot starting to grow. She knew exactly how close Spitz was at this point, drawing away. “T-there, now we can stop, right?” She said, not that she didn’t want to continue, but she didn’t want to give Spitz the satisfaction. Emrelda didn’t answer, rolling her eyes and suddenly taking the whole thing into her mouth and throat. Surprising not only the princess beside her, but Spitz as well, who’s nails make scratches in the workbench as his thighs clench, feeling her experienced throat swallow around his entire shaft. Gritting his teeth before unloading inside her. Emrelda swallowing every last drop before sliding her lips off the knot with a lewd popping noise and quickly grabbing the cylindrical container, suddenly upending it and sliding Spitz’s phallus inside. He shuddered. The interior was very cold compared to the tight throat he’d just been in and felt strange against his sensitive, post-orgasm shaft. Abby angrily stared at the matron, who once again gave her an unapologetic look. “Oh don’t be so bashful, princess. You know as well as I do that the knot doesn’t last long if he isn’t cumming, and the mold needs time to set. Besides~...” She says, giving the uncomfortable gnoll a pat on the inner thigh. “...may as well make him happy, don’t you think?” She says, a warm smile on her face. 
A half-hour later, Abby and Spitz walked out, both of them uncomfortable in different ways. Abby, still flustered and embarrassed that Spitz knew. Spitz, his dick still cold and feeling strangely sticky from the molding compound. As they reached the door, they heard the woman call from behind them. “Your majesty, I’ll give you a discount…” She starts, holding up the cylinder. “After all, I have a new mold, which means your friend there will make a lot of women quite happy indeed~...”