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Ryker doesn't really like shopping.

But at least he feels comfortable in stores like URBAN, where he can always find something in his style. Plus, it's a local business, and he knows the owner personally.

"Hah, that tight ass..." Ryker thinks, unable to suppress a smile as he remembers Josh and their good times together in the back room of the store. Unfortunately, Josh is not in the store today.

Ryker likes to shop quietly, without being bothered, and normally that's not a problem because people usually give him his space, although sometimes the opposite happens.

"Wow, those guns are pure steel, man!" A voice says while invasively feeling Ryker's biceps. "Where have you been all my life, you bastard?" He asks with a stupid smile.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ryker asks calmly but with a stern look, causing the other man to release his bicep and take a step back.

"Relax, handsome!" The man says, trying to calm things down. "Name is Bob, by the way. And you? I am sure your name sounds terrifying."

"I am not interested, Bob." Ryker said after looking Bob up and down. Bob was wearing military clothing, although it was clear he wasn't in the army.

"Oh, C'mon! A guy like you is always up for a good time. I can smell it on you." Bob gets too close to Ryker again and is deeply inspiring, then his eyes open wide. "Fuck, man! Your scent! So hot!"

"Will you stop touching me and smelling me, Bob?!" Ryker exclaims, shoving the annoying guy off him, before heading to another part of the store to continue browsing items.

"Okay, okay. I get it, I'm not your type. But I'm sure those bull balls you've got in your pants are full and ready to unload, and I know I am hot, man. Let's have a quick one in the fitting room, that's all I ask. You know you'll enjoy it."

"Bob, listen to me carefully." Ryker replied. "I am not in the mood. I'm just trying to shop, and you're fucking ruining it. FUCK OFF!" Ryker added without raising his voice, but in a stern and authoritarian tone.

Bob quietly withdrew.

After a while longer looking at the clothes, Ryker chooses some items and heads to the fitting room, but he has barely taken off his shirt and vest when the door suddenly opens.

It's Bob.

"Found you." He announces.

"Fuck off, Bob. I won't say it again."

"Well, I hope so!" He says with a mischievous smile. "C'mon dude! We're taking longer to discuss this than it will take you to paint my guts white! I'll do anything you want!"

Ryker slowly gets up and approaches the door. For a moment Bob thinks he's going to hit him, but instead he grabs Bob's arm and pulls him into the fitting room, closing the door behind.

Ryker corners Bob against a wall. His bare chest is very close to the boy's, their faces almost touching. Bob feels his knees tremble as he gets a firsthand dose of Ryker's raw scent.

"So this is what you craved that much." Ryker says in a low, deep voice in Bob's ear. "You were a real pest."

"Y-yeah... it took you long enough."

"Who knows... maybe this is what I wanted from the beginning, but you had to earn it." Ryker's deep voice became more and more seductive and commanding by the minute. "You almost gave up… and that would have been a shame."

"W-were you playing with me?"

"Perhaps. Does it matter now?"

"No fucking way."

"I am going to give you what you want, Bob, and more. But you have to be obedient and do something for me." Ryker says in an even more commanding tone.

"A-anything... fuck I am so hard..."

"Anything? Good... the shop's packed and I don't want anyone to spoil the fun… so you're going to be as quiet as a mannequin. Got it?"

"S... sure!"

"Say it."

"I give you my word, dude! I'll be quiet as a mannequin."

"Repeat it, I think you can do it better."

"I'll be quiet as a mannequin... sir." Bob swallowed hard.

"...Good boy."

The fun begins. They both give in like animals in heat. Ryker is far more than Bob had ever dared to dream. He's never had such primal sex, nor felt so dominated. Any whisper or suggestion from Ryker becomes an order that Bob has to obey immediately.

When Ryker climaxes and seeds Bob's guts, the young man feels his own orgasm about to explode, but nothing happens. Until that moment Bob hadn't even dared to let out a moan… he had to be quiet like a mannequin, but that was too much.

"So... something is happening, sir... I can't..."

"Shh... remember..."

"I'll be quiet as a mannequin, sir."

"Repeat."

"I'll be quiet as a mannequin, sir.... I'll be quiet as a mannequin... quiet as a mannequin... quiet as a mannequin... quiet as a mannequin... quiet as a mannequin... " Bob begins to repeat that phrase like a mantra, his mind almost blank.

"You said you'd do anything... and a man's word has power..."

"Quiet as a mannequin… quiet as a mannequin…" As his skin hardens and his body stiffens, Bob keeps repeating that phrase, as if nothing else in the world exists outside of that mantra. Nothing is more important than obedience… "quiet as a mannequin… quiet as a mannequin…"

Although his voice soon stops when the transformation reaches his mouth, sealing it.

A few seconds later Bob stops moving completely.

"In the end you did turn out to be an obedient boy, Bob." Ryker whispers into the mannequin's ear, unsure if it can hear him. "I just wanted to shop in peace, but you were such a pain. Anyway, I did my part, and I ended up enjoying it. I'm sure you did too."

There is only silence in response.

Minutes later, Ryker leaves the store with his purchases in a bag. The day hasn't gone as planned, but he can't complain. He can't wait to get to his apartment and enjoy some peace and quiet.

And a good cigar, of course.

Hours later, Josh, the store owner, arrives at his business for closing time. But when he checks the fitting rooms, he finds an unexpected surprise.

"Ha, ha, guys. Very funny." Josh says, feigning laughter. "Who is the fucker who left a mannequin lying in the fitting room? And all this military clothing scattered all over the floor..."

But his employees don't know what he's talking about.

"Nobody wants to take credit for the joke? Fine, then the joke's on him, because I'm keeping the mannequin for the shop."

When Josh goes inside to pick things up, a strong masculine scent assaults his nostrils. It smells like a macho. Josh is sure who's been there, and the thought makes him so hard.

Maybe Revali will learn some humility after he's spent a while as a novelty towel?

Another towel YCH I got from epsipep on FA!

(Towel texture under cut!)

Exhibition [COM]

Commissioned piece!

Octransfur 11 | Object [C - Timtodile]

The wizard smiled at his newest acquisitions. It had been a fun party he'd held last night, lots of people wanting to experience new forms. These two however had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. One of his guests had dropped a couple of elven wine glasses that were almost irreplaceable. And whilst elves weren't as common anymore there was still plenty of other suitable raw material wandering around. A quick transmutation spell set to target the most susceptible to objectification at the party had shot from his hands and struck a pair of women looking like they weren't comfortable at a rowdy party. They vanished, leaving behind only two piles of clothing on the floor. Upon checking them he discovered two glass mugs, not what he had intended but suitable drinking vessels all the same, each with the frozen form of the former woman moulded onto the cup. He placed them on the bar in his kitchen to be used, mentally registering the surprise of the soul trapped in each glass, knowing that every hand gripping their handle would feel like they were being held in a warm embrace, that each drink that filled them would leave them with a profound sense of being useful, and every pair of lips that brushed over their rims would feel like a lovers kiss on all their most sensitive parts. After a night of being passed around by his guests, the new acquisitions were mostly feeling like they were in a daze, minds begging to be held, to be filled, to be used. He placed them on the top shelf in his kitchen, able to watch all before them, knowing that eventually he would need to return them to normal to ensure whether they wanted to accept a permanent existence as glassware, so why not let them yearn to be used for the next couple of days before then. He was sure they'd be begging to be back on the shelf again, as soon as he gave them back their humanity...

Fruit of the Gnoll

An old draw-over type TF of the yeen into a comfy pair of boxers, haw haw.

Week 20's theme was Toy, and this time I focused on a non-OC - everyone's favorite aide (now plush), Isabelle! She won't be much help at the Mayor's office now, but she'll be a welcome lobby display - if no one else buys her first.