Riley paced back and forth fretting over the cleanness of her bar; The Chopping Block. The dragoness’s establishment was known all over the kingdom for its kinky shows but even more for its Dragon Ale and Dra’liq, a smoky and sweet whisky only dragons know how to brew. She continued to clean till the door opened to a weasel dressed in fine royal cloth, on his brow was a gold circlet. His fur was a sandy blond, with black paws and, a black streak through the tip of his tail. Behind him a pair of rough looking hyena guards stood watch at the door.

“Prince Jayso, it’s an honor to meet you in person.” Riley bowed her head and pointed to a chair for the weasel to take.

“No no, It’s a pleasure to meet you, Madame Riley,” The prince lowered his head to the esteemed dragoness before taking his seat. He sat up, his paws folded together on the polished wood bar.

Riley bent over showing off her curved rear, her luscious folds, and large swinging pouch, as she pulled two bottles out from under the counter. The prince admired the madame’s personal goods, his tail twitching in admiration as he tried to remain professional. Riley set the bottles on the counter along with two of her best glasses before taking her seat.

“This is the Dragon Ale,” Riley said as she filled the first glass and pushed it to the weasel. She then started to fill the second glass from the other bottle.

Prince Jayso accepted the glass raising it to his muzzle and taking a large swallow of the fine ale. “Woah!! That is good,” He exclaimed as he chugged the rest down, forgetting his royal manners. The prince quickly accepted the glass of Dra’liq and chugged it in three seconds flat.

“I take it meets your standards then?” Riley chuckled at the suddenly less regal prince as she cleared the glasses. The dragoness herself held a rank equivalent to the prince in title only, mainly due to her special assets.

The prince blushed at his lapse of regality before regaining his composure. “Yes Madame Riley, it more than deserves its reputation as the best in all five lands. Shall we get down to the negotiations?” The weasel’s ears stood up at attention, his body tense as his purple eyes shimmered with intensity. His tail only moments before wildly moving was now held still.

“Yes, let's start.” Riley smiled at the challenge, Prince Jayso wasn’t known as, The Devil of Paxon, for nothing. “ I would like the right to sell both my Ale and Dra’liq within Paxon borders, in exchange  I’m willing to give the royal family 1/4 of the profits and special limited orders.” The dragoness grinned, her large breasts bouncing off the bar as her piercings glinted.

“Hmm,” The prince thought as he pushed the Madame’s large beasts to the back of his mind. He knew it was a simple to trick to get a better counter offer. “It’s not that simple. I’m here as the representative of the trade guilds. To be honest I had to throw a lot of personal influence to even get here.”

“I see,” Riley pouted as she crossed her arms lifting her breasts, finding the, Devil of Paxon much harder to crack then most males. “Well then what do the guilds want?”

“First you need to join the Import Guild, that alone is 5000 gold. Second is a yearly tax of 250 gold. And last, they require a tax of 15 silver on all imports.” The prince leaned forward as he explained. “ The guilds really discourage foreign parties selling with in Paxon.”   

“Holy fuck, I can tell.” Riley exclaimed as she slammed her fist on the counter top. “Is there some other way?” The dragoness fumed, her long red braided hair flung to the side as she stared down the prince.

“Hmm, the only other option is provide something more enticing than gold.” Prince Jayso said as his muzzle was twisted into a sly grin.

“Hmph! What would entice them that much?” Riley snorted in annoyance.

“Just something exotic and very valuable,” the prince grinned as he leaned back victoriously. “Dragons are non existent in Paxon, so knowing the reputation of this bar, just bringing home a piece of a nobel dragon would more than cover your 5000 gold fee.”

“Nobel by title only,” The dragoness huffed crossing her arms more tightly. “Just what do think would be most valuable? “

“Well a head would cover you for a lifetime but somehow I think that would be a deal breaker,” Prince Jayso chuckled nodding over to the large wooden guillotine still sitting in the middle of the stage. 

“Oh!!! Fuck I forgot to put that away!!” Riley blushed softly at the thought of losing her head. “Yeah, I kind of need that. My tail is also off limits!” The dragoness thumped the floor with her long grey tail tipped with tuft of red fur.

The weasel nodded thinking, “How about your cock and balls. They would be a prize worthy enough to forgo your fees for several years,” Prince Jayso stood up pushing his chair out. “I’m afraid that is the only other option. I would hate to go home without concluding a deal, Madame Riley.” 

“Fine, I can agree to that, we can even use the guillotine if you want. I know they are banned in your land.” Riley huffed stepping around the bar, all 24 inches of her cock swung into view, dangling down to the dragoness’s knees. It was supported by a large pouch containing two 7 inch wide testicles as she walked over. The absolute look of pure joy on the weasel’s face made her blush happily. Well might as well enjoy it, Riley thought to herself as put her noble features on display. The tip of the black member was already frothy with pre, as the weasel reached out his paws.

“May I?” Jayso asked softly, his lower lip trembling as he moved closer to the regal dragoness. His black-furred paws reached out stopping just shy of Riley’s dripping python.

“Go ahead, it will be yours soon enough,” Riley nodded, letting a moan as the prince ran his up the length of her member. She let out a soft squeal as the weasel wrapped his muzzle around the tip of her cock and gently squeezed her balls. “Oh, you are a cheeky one aren’t you?” Riley moaned reaching down to gently rubbing the prince’s ears.

Jayso indulged himself on Riley’s cock, worshipping every inch of that cock head in his muzzle. Reluctantly as the dragoness stroked his ears, the prince pulled off his prize, licking dragon cream from his lips. “Perhaps we should get to the matter at hand.” The prince stood up, smoothing his wrinkled tunic and walked over to the stage. “Such a deceptively simple machine,” the prince commented as he ran a paw over the polished wood frame. He gave the thick rope an experimental tug marveling in how easy the heavy blade lifted.

“This one is enhanced by magic,” Riley teased as she slipped behind the weasel, sliding her member and pouch into the device. “Tie the rope around the hook,” She instructed the prince.

“Oh? Magic?” Jayso’s ears flicked in curiosity as he looped the rope and gently pulled the top of the stock down, trapping Riley’s bits between the wood. The dragoness huffed softly, her large bits snug against the soft velvet lining. Her cock hung over the edge, resting on her balls, the tip resting in a pool of precum inside of a conveniently placed basket.

“Yeah, normally a blade like that would be a death sentence. But here it can do other things, like sever an appendage without blood or even let the removed part stay alive.” Riley chuckled nodding to the wall of heads. A few of them smiled and winked back at the pair on the stage.

“Are they.....” The prince stood, his muzzle wide open as one head, a raccoon smiled and wagged his ears at the weasel. The head was mounted to a red wood plaque with a gold name plate under it that read, Ristin. Just below it two grey and spotted dracopard heads were making out, their noses touching and locked in a kiss. Below the two heads a silver name plate read, Ama and Achaius. 

“You bet they are, well some of them and they are supposed to be still!!”  Riley scolded the heads. One head, a lively wolf labeled Sabrina stuck her tongue out.

“Why don’t you join us up here Riley?,” The wolf teased as the dragoness glared at her. The prince stood there stunned for a moment then grinned.

“Are any of them for sell?” He asked, watching as the heads pretended to be mere decorations every time Riley looked over. 

“Sadly not, they are what makes this bar special,” Riley stated calmly as she directed the prince back to the task at hand. “I suppose if you want a talking head of your own we can work something out later.” 

“That is true, I’m here for business not pleasure.” Prince Jayso, turned away from the heads and ran a paw over the waiting dragon bits. “So all I do is let go of the rope?”

“Yep, then slice and my cock and balls are yours,” Riley leaned back, enjoying the rare moment she was vulnerable and at the mercy of her own device. Her cheeks visibly flushed pink as the weasel’s black paws unwound the rope.

“Ready?” Prince Jayso teased letting the blade drop slightly before pulling the rope taut. 

Riley nodded, pushing her groin against the wooden device, the basket already starting to overflow with her pre. The weasel let go of the rope, pulling his paw out of the way as the heavy enchanted blade whizzed down. “Oh!!! Fuck!!,” Riley hissed in pain as the blade thunked into her cock. The sharp edge bolstered by momentum dug into the dragon flesh, separating the phallus from the dragoness. The massive member and testicles landed in the pull of dragon cream with a splash as Riley panted, her black belly stained with red as she was freed from the guillotine.

“There is your end of the deal. If there is no further business I need to rest,” Riley grunted as she leaned on the large frame of the bloody device that just removed her sex, for support. Her crotch dripped blood onto the stage, staining the polished wood crimson as she wobbled towards the bar, unsteady without the familiar singing between her legs.

“Here, let me help!” The prince ever the gentleman noble helped Riley till she was sitting at the bar, the wound at her crotch already starting to heal. “Jimmer!” Jayso called to one of the guards.

“Yes sir?” Jimmer a large hyena wearing the uniform of a Royal Guard answered Prince Jayso’s order. Riley perked up as Jimmer’s chest was nearly as busty as hers and there was a sizable bulge in the front of her trousers.

“Take that basket to the carriage and be careful, it is worth more than your life.” The prince commanded his loyal servant as the dragoness eyed the hyena more.

“Would you be willing to make another trade?” Riley suggested after the guard disappeared through the front door. I can get your a live head in exchange for Jimmer.”

“Hmm,” The prince thought. “Jimmer is my most loyal bodyguard. She’s worth more than even a talking head, but if you throw in your breasts that should be a fair exchange.”

“My breasts?” Riley’s heart fluttered, as she contemplated. She really wanted the herm hyena, but was it worth losing her chest over? The dragoness’s chest started to leak cream the more she thought about it. “Ok, but it take time to get your head. I suggest we meet again next month and do the exchange then.”

“Deal,” The weasel shook Riley’s hand and was about to call out again.

“You are trading me?” Jimmer asked, her ears lowered slightly and she was no longer dressed in her gear but wore the simple garment of a royal servant. “I’m sorry, my prince. I heard your conversation and being aware of the things that happen here I took liberty or turning my gear in.” Jimmer looked down at her master’s feet.

“Oh, Jimmer,” The prince’s face softened as he kissed Jimmer’s spotted ears. “I’ve considered you as a family member ever since you came into my service. You have served me well, this my reward. You will be more free here right?”

Riley nodded as Jimmer looked up. “But, I only want to serve you Prince Jayso.” 

“Then serve me by protecting this bar.” The prince kissed Jimmer’s bowed forehead in the traditional Paxon parting custom. “We, may say goodbye now but our stories will cross again my faithful Jimmer.” The prince stood up and in regal fashion parted never letting the pair of herms see the tears in his eyes.

“Welcome to the Chopping Block Jimmer. I’m Riley the owner.” Riley offered comfort to the newest employee with a welcoming smile.

“I’m,” sniff “Jimmer” The hyena stood returning the smile as she wiped her eyes clear. “What can I do?” 

“Oh, there is something very special but that’s later. Lets go to bed for now.” Riley wrapped an arm around Jimmer’s shoulder and smiled. “She’s just right for to produce the cream needed for a new batch of ale as well as the bar’s signature rejuvenation potions. She even would make a fine gift to return to the prince, forever living as a trophy head.,” The dragoness thought sleepidly as she guided Jimmer to bed.