The Foundation Mage [LGBTQ+ Kinky Progression Fantasy]

TW: Potential Arachnophobia

(ALL CONSENSUAL) CW:

Spoiler

BDSM, BONDAGE, BRUISES, CHASTITY, IMPACT, SEX/KINK SERVANTS, GROUP PANSEXUAL SEX

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Vicktor followed Quinn into the building, zir tail raised and swishing fiercely at Vicktor's eye level.

He looked down, staring at where Quinn's fluffy tail entered a slit in the catkins black robe, mesmerized by both the movement of her tail and the gentle rotation toned backside pressed through the black and red robe.

He got several steps into the mystery building before his eyes lifted, finally noticing the abnormal lighting.

Rippling patterns of red's, purple's, blue's and violet's flowed into the next hue over a series of tumbling repeated patterns. Vicktor focused on the patterns, they were all lewd in nature. Penises, both large and small danced amongst projections of buttholes, vaginas, alongside dozens of comically proportioned men and women.

The lights danced amongst shelves and racks of uncounted and unexpected merchandise. In one section were floggers and paddles, all of differing dimensions and materials. Another section held a dozen types of chains, padlocks and collars.

Anything Vicktor's brain could think of and more were available on this floor, as there seemed to be a set of stairs towards the back that led both up and down.

He looked towards Quinn, zir excitement barely contained as ze searched the room. Quinn glowed literally, the UV light causing zir face to emit a fluorescent purplish-white.

"Welcome!" Came a husky voice from Vicktor's right, "to Mamma Violet's Peculiarities and Playthings, but just call me Violet, my chaotic friends. I charge for people to call me Mamma"

The voice came from one of the strangest hybrid's Vicktor had ever seen. Violet was a darker skinned spiderkin, which was already incredibly rare, Vicktor hadn't seen any in the Blue Hills and only a small handful in Allium. Violet was not the usual beastkin form of a humanoid torso on the body of a 6 legged spider. Instead, she had two full sets of arms and legs. Each pair of dark muscled arms met at her shoulders, and two sets of powerful legs met in reverse. She had two mirrored sets of hips. Her modesty was preserved, if only just, by a purple silk top and a loincloth that ended at her mid-thigh. Countless strands of silk thread laced up and down her body in a mesh.

'Chaotic friends? Hmm...'

The spiderkin bowed, using the unique assortment of legs to allow a deeper bow than should have been possible.

"Quinn, you've brought a peculiar catch, care to introduce us?"

"Of course, Ms. Violet, this is Vicktor an impressive mage, he is an occasional sexual partner and is interested in BDSM, he is also in–"

A rumble came from the floor below, Vicktor and Violet cocked their heads, but Quinn kept talking. "–terested in–"

Violet interrupted,"Vicktor, you felt that too huh? I'll be right back!"

The spiderkin woman skittered away, the extra legs pushing off things at strange angles, allowing them to move freakishly fast. She went down the stairs and scurried out of sight.

Quinn turned and asked, "What did I miss?"

"Vibration, it's probably fine. Something fell below us, there's too much acoustic dampening for me to figure out what or how big."

"Oh that's a cool power, great-gran says that I might be able to hear conversations better than should be possible, something about attunement to words and their meaning."

"That's actually fascinating from multiple different angles, let me know if or when you are able to do that. You should take a look at some different kinds of meditation, it's been helping me."

"Of course I will, good idea!"

The spiderkin returned to their floor, skittering In front of the two patrons, a smile returned on her face.

Vicktor noticed that the toes of her feet were different, the middle toe was like his big toe, the five-toed foot was symmetrical instead mirrored like an average human's foot.

'What other quirks of her hybridization are there? Can she still make silk?'

The woman stepped closer and eyed Vicktor for a moment longer than was socially acceptable.

"So, how can I help you two budding kinksters? Shall I summon a Plaything for you to share, practice, and experiment on?"

Vicktor was surprised, and looked over to Quinn, who didn't answer, then back to Violet.

"A Plaything? I thought that was another word for toy?"

"You sure this one is a Mage, Quinn? He's a little slow."

"A few months out of the academy, very little experience. He's cute, pansexual, has a big dick and listens to what I say."

Vicktor felt his face blush and gave zir an odd look.

"Too blunt as usual dearie, but he hasn't run away yet, which is good. There's some hope for both of you. But, now, my playthings! My treat for a new customer. Three hours of servitude!"

Violet clapped the two hands on one side of her body and performed a series of snaps.

Two nearly naked humans emerged from the lower set of stairs. They were both base humans with an average build, one presented masculine and one presented feminine. Both were clad in the same simple cloth that covered Violet. While their genitals were covered, chains extended from either side of their crotch to their hips, with a padlock keeping the chains tight against their hips, the chains dangled down to their knees. The two playthings looked straight ahead, veils covered their head and face, only letting their eyes shine through.

Violet pulled two keys from behind her and offered them up with two arms on the same side, "This is Trinket", she gestured to the masculine one, who bowed. "And this is Trifle", she pointed to the feminine form, who curtsied. "These keys will unlock their chains if you so desire."

They took the keys, they were simple slim black metal with a long loop of thin chain and a clasp.

"We have four rules for playthings." Violet raised each of her four arms for emphasis as she spoke.

"First, they have consented to this, but their consent extends to the inside of this building. Second, they cannot speak under any condition or for any reason, do not talk to them like they are people. While they are kept safe in these walls, they are not people, only playthings. Third, they will obey any and all commands given to the best of their abilities, there are certain safeguards in place to protect their lives and souls. Do what you wish to them. Fourth and finally–"

The strange spider jumped, her breasts heaving, her four hands making two sets of hearts.

"HAVE FUN! All the floors are accessible, please don't disturb any of the other patrons or playthings. It's not too busy now, but in a few hours it will get much more popular!"

Vicktor turned and looked as the projections danced across everything on this floor, there were only five people. Vicktor, Quinn, Violet, Trinket and Trifle.

Quinn wasted no time, ze undid zir robe and handed it to Trifle. "Please fold and hold this." The feminine form did exactly as ordered, folding the robe into a square and then holding it like a waitress, with one arm outstretched. Trifle made no sounds except for the jingling of chains.

Quinn giggled looking at zirself in the UV, then put a paw to zir maw. "Ah, Pronouns! Thumbs up for yes, thumbs down for no."

The two stood still, but extended a controlled arm outwards.

"He", thumbs down from both.

"She", thumbs down from both.

"They?", thumbs down from both.

"Neopronouns?", thumbs down from both.

Vicktor thought back to the only other pronouns he had heard, from a certain molekin who he really should return to soon...

"It?" Both their wrists twisted upwards.

"I'm not entirely a pretty face aye?"

"Yes, we went over that already, now back to the shopping"

The cat nearly sprinted over to a section of paddles and whips.

"I have a mental list. We need to get some heftier impact tools. You did hit my ass, and I did love it, but we need something bigger, something better. I didn't bruise at all. I want to feel the bruises under my fur for days after."

"It's your ass."

"Well, normally, but we have two unblemished asses right here. You should use mine later!" Quinn smiled, showing teeth. Ze took a large wooden paddle that was an inch thick and four inches wide.

"Trinket, turn", It obeyed.

THWACK!

A swatch of the plaything's rear reddened, a faint rectangular dark splotch appeared where the paddle had struck. The plaything emitted a small but lovely masculine moan, "I like that, you should give it a go, Vicktor, see if you like it."

He took the paddle in his dominant hand, slapped it in his other palm, feeling the balance. Vicktor drew back his arm and delivered a strong blow to its other cheek.

THWACK!

The loud low moan and rectangular dark patch that arose after his strike, filled him with feelings of power, of dominance, of control. He admired the growing bruise and then, struck again, lower.

THWACK!

The moan was even louder this time, a higher note followed by a lower note as the plaything properly felt the dark bruise take hold. The plaything returned to its original pose, standing straight with its hands to its side, bruised ass still facing them.

"I knew you had even more of a sadist streak, you are definitely using this on me when we get home!" Quinn stepped forward and gripped Trinket's ass with a hand, pressing into the bruise. The moan this time was almost sweet in his ears, it sounded like honey.

"Trifle, take the paddle, you'll get your whacks later slave", Trifle obeyed without hesitation, the dainty fingers grasping the large piece of wood.

Quinn removed zirself after one final squeeze. "To the ropes!"

It was hard to determine the exact color of the ropes because of all the projected light, but both Vicktor and Quinn picked out three different colors of rope, all glowed differently under the UV light, pinks, greens, and reds.

Vicktor sighed, "It's a real shame that rope takes too long, we have some perfect models."

"It really is much more practice before we can do it on the fly as well, some of the knots are hard."

Vicktor placed the loops of rope around the necks of Trifle and Trinket, it seemed that Trifle was carrying Vicktor's purchases and Trinket was carrying Quinn's.

'I wonder if ze wants me to break that paddle on them...'

The small group circled the main floor, grabbing an assortment of lube, glass butt plugs, soft leather dildos and a set of iron manacles before ending up at the stairs.

"We need to go up, there's two more levels. We will probably have to skip the basement. I took a peak last time I was here and that's a whole different adventure. It's better with more people, we should get a group together sometime!"

"Sure! Up we go!" Vicktor was happy, he had some gold saved and the prices of the items on the first floor weren't too bad, maybe a day's pay for the whole collection. The two playthings had fetched simple woven bags to contain everything.