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We aren't exactly a rich couple by any means. We're not poor, either. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment a little bit from the city centre - it wasn't a bad place, sure. However, for our anniversary, I wanted to do something special. Something that might have fallen a little outside of my price range, like jewelry.

Jewelry shops were a little expensive for my wallet. I didn't want to go for something too expensive, we still had a budget after all. I also didn't want to get a ring. That would have given Ryan the wrong idea. We may have been cohabitating and even sleeping in the same bed, but marriage was just something we weren't ready for yet.

I decided an earring would probably be perfect. Ryan did have his ears pierced, and there were plenty of earrings that would fit a zebra like him. I went shopping around this place called Hollard's, it was a local department store that was about mid-to-upscale. It didn't offend my leonine nose like Macy's did with its huge perfume selection, and it didn't ask you to pay over nine thousand dollars just for a bottle of water like Nordstrom's did.

However, I noticed one thing rather odd about this department store. As I entered the store, I noticed that there was a mannequin standing around the women's clothing that looked like a hyena. Next to the hyena stood an anthropomorphic hedgehog and a blue jay mannequin. It was rather standard to include anthro-mannequins to showcase the clothing they had available for different body types, but something about the mannequins in this store stood out for some reason.

Maybe it was the strange amount of detail that was put into them. I just took my eyes away from the plastic anthros and walked over to the male section of the store. Along the way, I passed by another mannequin that looked a little like a rather muscled looking wolf. I stopped for a moment and looked over it.

That was strange; it had practically every toned muscle sculpted almost perfectly. Why would they sculpt a mannequin so realistically, I wondered? Maybe it was to showcase that rather tight set of clothing that really let you see a woman's curves or a man's muscles. I briefly considered getting Ryan some clothes like that, since he did have a rather toned set of muscles on his body, but I shot it down when I realized that probably would have given him a silly idea. Who would wear something like that, anyways?

I made my way over to the jewelry section of the store, and started to browse. I hadn't looked around the men's section of jewelry, and was fairly surprised at what I saw. It wasn't anywhere near as impressive as the women's selections by any means. However, I couldn't help but laugh at seeing all the really thick rings that bovines usually put in their nose. Searching for an appropriate ear-stud would certainly take a little while.

"Can I help you at all, madame?" A voice asked.

I jumped a little bit, upon hearing a voice. I didn't see anyone behind the counter when I entered - maybe I wasn't really looking. I spotted an anthro german shepherd standing there. I made eye contact with him and smiled a bit.

"Yes, I'm looking for a set of earrings for my boyfriend." I told him.

"What kind? Rings, or something like studs? We also have plugs - depending on whether or not your boyfriend is adventurous or not."

"Oh lord - I don't even want to imagine what his ears would look like if he got them stretched. They'd flop down so much. I don't want something too heavy, he is a zebra after all."

"So a ring or a stud?" The german shepherd said, pointing to a small shelf with studs and rings on them. I immediately went for the studs - they stood out a little less, and he had them since he was fourteen. I browsed a few of the studs, trying to find which one would have been perfect for him.

After about twenty minutes of browsing, I came across a rather golden looking stud. It seemed surprisingly cheap - maybe it was made out of some cheap material that looked like gold. (Brass or Pyrite, if they did make jewelry out of them.) The studs were rather simple in appearance - a simple metallic ball attached to the stud, as well as the bracer to hold them. They would look perfect in his ears.

And for this price? Yeah, they probably weren't gold - then again, Ryan probably wouldn't mind. It's not like people would ask if it was real gold or not. The look was certainly nice. I pulled them off of the small display shelf.

"These ones." I said, "They'll look perfect."

"Ah, good choice." The shepherd said.

After I bought the earrings, I walked towards one of the doors of Hollard's. (It had multiple exits) I passed by another stand of mannequins, and briefly found myself stopping. On the stand, there was an oryx mannequin standing next to a somewhat chubby looking gorilla mannequin. Weird, it looked like there was a slot for a third mannequin next to the oryx. I shrugged it off and walked right on out. Maybe their mannequin supplier owned a 3D printer or some kind of magic thing that could replicate people's shapes into whatever material you wanted.

~ ~ ~

The day of our anniversary came. Just like clockwork, Ryan came home from the gym and immediately showered. I waited for him at our table with a smile, holding the earrings in a small box. Sure, they were the kind of earrings that hung on a piece of cardboard, but it was the thought that counted after all. After he finished his shower, I heard the blow drier. He was busy fixing his mane up into a mowhawk again - he always had to style it. It seemed to take forever waiting for him. What would he think about these, I pondered to myself.

After several minutes, I heard his hooves clopping on the floor. I smiled and held the small gift box in between my paws. Ryan walked on out, a towel around his waist. I think I figured out what his 'present' for our anniversary was going to be almost immediately.

"Hey Selena! Guess what I got for our anniversary!" Ryan proudly proclaimed.

"Yourself, because we'll have a fun night?" I asked.

"Well, there's that... but next weekend, I got us tickets to the Espen ski resort."

"A weekend skiing?! Oh wow!" I said.

All of a sudden, my ears lowered a tad. That wasn't exactly cheap - sure he probably pulled some strings to get a discount, but even then, skiing, and all I got him was a pair of earrings.

"Well... I got you these." I said, pushing the gift box on the table, "It's the thought that counts, right? I wanted to make this a little special."

"Selena, are you asking me to-"

"Oh no no!" I said, "Open it."

Still holding the towel with his other hand, he opened up the box. I felt a weight being lifted off of my shoulders as soon as I saw a smile spread from his long face.

"You got me new ear studs? All right!" He said, "They're beautiful. How'd you know I liked that gold look?"

"Lucky guess? I mean, you do love the golden furred me." I said, walking over to hug him.

"Say Selena, want to put these in my ears?" Ryan asked.

"Of course." I purred, stroking the underside of his muzzle, "Then part one of your present, and my other present?"

"Of course," Ryan said, "You've taken it, right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I said.

~ ~ ~

Three guesses what we did for the rest of the night - and the first two don't count. The next morning was when things started to go weird. First off, I didn't feel my arm around the nice warm equine when I woke up. I sat up, and noticed that he wasn't in bed next to me. Even weirder still was the blanket on his spot on the bed. It was pulled all the way up.

I reached out and rubbed my paw over where it was. No residual body heat left over. Either I was late, or he popped out of bed early. I turned around in bed to check at our alarm clock. 10:30 AM. Yeah, he was probably out at the gym. Still odd, why did he make the bed on his way out?

By one PM, Ryan didn't come home at all. I thought it was a little odd, but I brushed it off. Maybe he ran into a friend, and one thing lead to another. Still, he never returned to take a shower or anything. Four PM rolled around, and still no Ryan. I checked my phone and no text message at all explaining where he was.

When I went to get the mail, I knew that there was something up. On the way to the mailbox, I walked past Ryan's car. If Ryan was out all day, then the car shouldn't have been there. And I knew that was his car - I recognized the license plate, even. I stopped and looked over the car - that was strange. He didn't tell me he was meeting any friends and they were driving - and why didn't I hear them?

At first I chalked it up to me being rather tired from last night. I got the mail, and then went home. I waited another half an hour, before I started getting even more suspicious. My phone didn't make any noise all day - that wasn't a good sign. I immediately brought up the phone app and hit Ryan's name.

I didn't hear anything at first, until my other ear twitched. I heard the familiar song playing - it was Ryan's ring tone. I followed my ears until I reached our bedroom. There was Ryan's phone ringing - still in his pants from last night. I immediately hung up, staring at the pants. I dialed him again, just in case I had imagined it.

His phone started ringing. I hung up again. Why didn't he bring his phone with him when he went out? That was even weirder still. I had some of his friends' phone numbers programmed into my phone. The next person I dialed was his coworker Vytas.

My heart pounded in my chest as his phone rang. This better not have been some kind of elaborate prank - I'd start smacking people if suddenly Ryan appeared behind me.

"Hello?" I heard Vytas's voice say.

"Yeah, do you know if Ryan's there?" I asked.

"He's not with you?"

"Nope."

"I've been trying to call him all day and asked if he wanted to do something but I assumed he was busy."

"With what?"

I heard another voice on the phone say "Bow chicka wow-OW!" Must have been Vytas's annoying little brother.

"Sorry about that - That was Jake." Vytas said.

"So you mean Ryan isn't there?"

"Nope - I called him, he didn't answer."

"Alright, thanks."

I hung up the phone and walked over to Ryan's pants. I reached into the pocket and pulled out his phone. There were several missed calls out there - likely from friends wondering where he was.

I remembered another thing - he would never leave without his wallet. I grabbed his pants again and reached into his rear pocket. My heart sank when I felt a leather square inside the pocket. His wallet. How did he go missing from my house in the middle of the night?

I paced back and forth around our apartment for a few minutes, or maybe half an hour. It was six PM by now. He still wasn't home. No sign of him. All sorts of scenarios went through my mind. Did he like, go crazy or something? Is he injured? Did he sneak out and get hurt? Is he in the hospital? Did he get kidnapped?

My stomach growled loudly. I really needed to get something to eat now. Preferably something with red meat. My empty stomach really wasn't going to help me think clearly at all.

~ ~ ~

After consuming a burger, I drove by that department store again. All of a sudden, I felt my head instinctively turn towards the store. Could that have had anything to do with Ryan's mysterious disappearance? I had a strange thought about those mannequins as well - no, it can't be. That strange magic force couldn't do anything like that.

As silly as I felt for thinking it, I immediately turned my car to the right and pulled up into the store parking lot. No, it can't be. I had to just clear my head out of that. Maybe I had worked myself up into some kind of delusion that I'd find a mannequin that looked like Ryan in the store.

Instinctively, I walked into the women's section of the store. Just like the previous day, there was that odd blue jay mannequin, the hyena, and the hedgehog. I shook my head a little at how foolish I probably sounded. It's a good thing I didn't vocalize any of these thoughts.

Rather than walk immediately to the men's section, I walked all the way to the back of the store. Probably to get away from any sales crew who'd try to sell me some clothing that wouldn't fit me after one wash. I found myself walking through the home department just shaking my head to myself. What was I even looking for? Maybe Ryan would be back at home wondering where the heck I had gotten to.

Eventually, I had made almost a full lap around the store, and had walked right to the men's section of the clothes. I looked over one of the mannequins. It looked to be some kind of a goat, sculpted down to the last detail. I could even make out individual locks of hair on its head and the goatee. Who the hell supplied these things anyways?

I suddenly remembered that display I walked nearby on my way out the previous day. Just like before, there were the two mannequins from yesterday. There was that oryx figure with his arms above his head in some kind of a flexing position, the chubby looking gorilla in a wife-beater that showed his shiny belly.

And next to them on the stand was a male Zebra mannequin. My eyes were instinctively drawn to this mannequin. It wasn't here yesterday. No. It couldn't be. I walked over to the stand where the mannequins stood. I couldn't make out much detail on the zebra mannequin except from below his knees. It was one of those stands, the ones that went all the way up to your chest so you could see them from across the store. The new mannequin definitely had some new looking dark reddish pants on.

Momentarily, I looked over at the gorilla and the oryx mannequins. I didn't get a good look at the mannequins' faces yesterday, but I something about these anthros' faces just looked... off. They had a blank plastic stare, yet their faces looked so realistically sculpted. Just like they were captured in a tree dimensional picture.

Before I could look over at the Zebra mannequin, I heard a voice behind me.

"May I help you, ma'am?"

I jumped and immediately turned around. It looked to be some kind of employee at the store. Some kind of a chameleon anthro. How did I not see him coming? They couldn't turn invisible at all.

"Oh, uh... no, not at all." I said. If I could have done so, I would have blushed. I started wandering out of the store.

That couldn't have been a coincidence. I felt embarrassed - the impression I made on that reptile. He must have thought I was some ASFR type person who was checking out their mannequins. Still, what were the odds of the store putting up a zebra mannequin on the exact same day that Ryan had gone missing?

When I got home, Ryan wasn't there again. I picked up Ryan's phone again and looked over all the contacts. I knew one of his friends was some kind of magic practitioner. Maybe they could help sort this out or give me some kind of knowledge as to where Ryan was.

~ ~ ~

"You saw a WHAT?!"

I nodded to the salamander in front of me.

"How on earth could..." The salamander shook his head.

"Look, you know more about this magic stuff than I do. Is that even possible?"

"I don't know... maybe. I turned myself from a human into a salamander years ago." The salamander mage responded, "It could always be a coincidence."

"Well... how do I know it isn't? I doubt they'd let me go up and check the mannequin to see if it really is him. What if it's the earrings?"

"If that was the case, then he might still have the earrings. If they don't, then chances are, he just went missing." The salamander wizard told me.

"Well... so how can I tell?"

"We'll have to check." He told me, "It may sound juvenile and pedestrian, but maybe if we hide inside the store until they close. What time does Hollard close?"

"Like, eleven." I said.

"Alright... I can conceal us magically. Like, hide out in a fitting room and clean it out. Maybe they won't clean it out if they think it's already clean."

"Thanks Carlos." I said to the salamander.

~ ~ ~

Carlos and I waited until 10 PM to enter the store. Just to be extra safe, I didn't show him the mannequin - we would have time after 11 to inspect it. Just to be extra safe, we figured we'd give an hour for everyone to lock up and leave the store.

Carlos prepared this one thing for me; it was some kind of charm would keep me completely hidden for two hours. We went our separate ways into different fitting rooms (Because a woman in the man's fitting room would draw attention) and then prepared to hide. I hoped they didn't have any kind of infrared scanner or magical-detection thing.

As soon as I entered the room, I put the charm around my neck and waited. Good thing I made sure that there wasn't anybody working nearby - they probably would have seen me. I waited. And waited. And waited.

It seemed like forever, not just two hours. My ears twitched as soon as I heard the announcement that the store would be closing in ten minutes, and for everyone to finish their purchases. Already, people were starting to clean up the messes made by some rude shoppers.

Soon, the fitting room door was opened. I tried very hard to keep absolutely still, just in case any movement made this wear off.

"Please don't see me please don't see me please don't see me." I thought to myself, making sure to keep my mouth completely quiet.

Thankfully, the worker closed the door behind them. The light went off in the room. I was in the clear, for now that is. I just hoped that Carlos wouldn't get caught at all. I continued the monotony of waiting for it to be past midnight.

Finally, I looked over in the mirror. I saw myself looking back. Yep, it definitely wore off. Carefully, I walked out of the fitting room and back into the store. Thankfully, it wasn't completely dark - there were still a few lights on. I looked around for any security guards, and thankfully didn't see anything moving. I made my way over to the man's section, eyeing the shadow of the mannequins.

Strange, Carlos wasn't here. Maybe he was still waiting. Still, I didn't abort the mission. I just had to find out if this mannequin really was my missing boyfriend. I looked over at the table of clothing in front of the mannequin stand. Placing my paws on the table, in between the stacks of clothing, I climbed up.

It was a little dark, but in the faint light, I could at least make out some details of the zebra mannequin in front of me. He appeared to just be blankly staring forward, his hands slightly closed and held together in front of him. I ignored his blank stare and looked right at his ears.

And nearly fell off of the table. There, right in the plastic ears, were the earrings I had given Ryan yesterday. I gulped very hard, and looked down at his clothes. He was wearing a uniform all right. Out of bile curiosity, I grabbed the waistband on his pants and unzipped the mannequin. To hell with what kind of pervert this made me look like - how thorough was this?

I gasped again at what I saw. I palmed it curiously, not minding how awkward this would look. They didn't make many changes to their anatomy. I looked away from the Ryan mannequin, over at the oryx and the gorilla. I didn't even bother to look - I just put my hands right there. Yep. They were anatomically correct too. My heart pounded even more.

However, I lost my balance. I stepped on a pile of shirts and immediately started to fall off the table. In the commotion, I knocked all of the mannequins off of the stand. They fell to the ground with a thud. Thankfully, we cats always landed on our feet. I immediately dashed across the marble floor, and practically dove under the table. Any second now, I'd hear somebody try to investigate the racket.

How could this have happened?!? How could they have turned Ryan into a mannequin - without him even needing to be here? It had to have been some kind of a curse. The earrings must have done it. They'd trick people into wearing them, and when you do, boom, you're store property. Some part of me was glad that he wasn't inside some kind of a fetish shop... but how the hell would I get out of here?

What if they caught Carlos? I waited under a table with more clothing, claws stretched into the ground instinctively. Any second now, I'd get caught. But wait, there was a back door - maybe I could escape that way and tell what happened to my boyfriend and the salamander.

Nobody seemed to come, however. Maybe I was lucky and they didn't hear me. Sorry Carlos, but you're on your own, I thought to myself. I didn't want to risk calling his phone - maybe he had already been caught. I had to get out of here.

"Sorry Ryan, at least you're safe." I whispered in the direction of the fallen mannequins.

Staying to the dark areas, I started meandering my way through the store. All the way to the back - I knew if there was a stock room somewhere, I could get out there. They had to bring merchandise in some way - and they couldn't use the front door.

Eventually, I made it towards the layaway desk. I stayed flat against the wall and gently palmed at the door. It was unlocked - guess there was no need to lock this door. I gently opened it.

Thankfully, the door didn't squeak at all. There was the stock room. However, my eyes widened at what I saw. There, in the stock room, was the black with yellow-spotted skin of Carlos. I watched from the slightly open doorway with horror.

Carlos had been stripped down to his underwear, and he appeared to be struggling. His arms were spread wide. I wanted to run in and try to get him out, but I was paralyzed with horror. The salamander didn't see me at all - and he probably couldn't cause an alarm. My ears picked up a voice all of a sudden.

"Well, maybe we can slip him in swim-wear." The voice said.

"Or perhaps a form-fitting wetsuit?"

"Either sounds nice. I know, let's put him in a set of swim-trunks. Then I can see his entire body solidify."

I watched with horror as Carlos's body started to slowly move. He tried to resist every movement as he walked out of view. It was like he was a puppet - these guys must have been working their own magic on the salamander. I couldn't move myself. I stared at the empty stockroom in fear.

I gritted my teeth as I heard a crackling noise. I didn't even need to guess what that was. I couldn't even see it as the crackling continued, before eventually stopping. Then there was silence. I imagined some kind of sick people jerking off at this scene - Carlos was probably made out of shiny plastic by now. I heard several more sounds. Oh shit! They were headed right for me!

I darted around, looking for some place to hide. I hopped to my left - right towards the service and layaway counter. It was less dark there. I kept my eyes to the door to see who was walking through. I spotted an anthro bear leaving the room. All of a sudden, he stopped in the hallway. Crap! He could smell me!

He immediately turned around, looking right at me. A sergal grin spread across his muzzle as he blocked the hallway.

"Oh Aaron!" The bear said, "Found somebody else."

I was paralyzed with fear. Within a moment, a mongoose (I think) walked out of the room. He smiled at me, as the light above me turned on.

"Oh good, a woman." The mongoose said, holding his hand out.

I felt my body instinctively move out of its own volition. I tried to struggle against it, but it was no use. It was like I was being guided by invisible puppet strings. The mongoose made me clumsily walk over to him. He smiled and looked over my body.

"My my, not many lionesses. Say, I've seen you before. You bought those earrings."

To my surprise, my mouth actually moved.

"Yes! You turned my boyfriend into a mannequin!" I said.

"I most certainly did." The mongoose said, "But oh no, you're trespassing at night. Not a good idea."

"And you turned Carlos into a mannequin!"

"Not many amphibians come in here either. Come on, let's get her ready."

The mongoose and the bear walked into the storeroom in the back. I had no choice but to follow. No matter how hard I struggled, I just couldn't break free of those puppet strings of despair.

The first thing I noticed inside that storeroom was Carlos. There he was, turning away from me, clad in nothing but a set of swim trunks. Now I realized how that magic worked - it wasn't the magic that turned people into department store mannequins. It was the cursed garments. They must have teleported them here an then turned them into plastic.

"The police will eventually find out about this!" I protested, as my body was turned around to face the bear and the mongoose.

"Yeah right." The mongoose said, "I'll make sure of this. You're lucky that you're not going to an ASFR club. They may turn people into mannequins for a sexual adventure... but I use you more as free mannequins. Now, silence."

I couldn't bring myself to speak anymore. I could only make muffled noises through a stiff mouth. My jaw was locked entirely shut.

"Now, strip her." The mongoose said.

My eyes widened, as I suddenly felt a cool air against my chest. I wanted to look down to cover myself, except I couldn't move. The mongoose and the bear checked out my body, even making a wolf whistle at me.

How embarrassing. The mongoose and the bear whispered a few things to each other.

"I got an idea. Let's put her in lingerie."

Before I could protest, the bear went further into the room and came out with a set of scarlet underwear. Belt stockings! How humiliating!

I kept protesting, as the bear handed a bra over to the mongoose. I half expected them to explain what they were going to do to me. Or maybe they knew I had already figured it out. Both of them neared me, with a rather crazy looking grin on their faces. Rapefaces.

The mongoose went first. With one hand free, he moved my left arm out. Then my right. He held the bra out, and then slapped it over my breasts. It was an almost perfect fit... but as soon as he walked behind me to adjust the strap, I felt it squeezing around my breasts a little. Egads, it was a little too small for me.

However, my heartbeat had stopped. I tried to struggle more and more, only to hear crackling and creaking noises. I could still draw a breath, but it was going nowhere. My chest muscles weren't moving. My entire body felt like a sack of concrete. I was being turned into plastic!

Before my body entirely solidified, I felt my legs moving. My paw went right into the garter belt stocking. I didn't feel my paw put down to the ground until my footpaws went all the way to the bottom of the stocking. Then my left paw settled on the ground. But it made a clacking noise. I couldn't move it at all - even wiggle my toes. I knew then that it was being turned into plastic. My other paw was placed into the other stocking, the underwear successfully covering my bits.

Then, I heard the cracking intensify even more. My body just wouldn't move at all. My gradually hardening arms were then reposed by the perverted mongoose and the bear in front of me. My right hand was placed right at my left breast, arm covering it up. I guess that would certainly keep the kids from looking at me rather weird, my nipples probably showed through the bra.

My left arm was posed in a much more seductive way. I blinked rapidly, trying to tell myself that this was all a dream. Or maybe that could somehow stop the solidification. With one last creaking noise, my eyes froze in place. I could only look forward now, at my left paw, seductively inviting people to get closer to me. It felt so freaky, yet oddly serene at the same time - like that state you're in when your eyes are closed, but you're not fully "awake" yet.

The bear smiled and hefted up my rigid body. I felt myself being carried over to something. With a clack, I was placed in front of a mirror. Just as I thought - the bastards had turned me into flawlessly polished plastic. My body gleamed in the artificial light. The bear and the mongoose walked away from me, leaving me alone, staring at my own reflection.

I immediately guessed what was happening next. The mannequin of a salamander was placed right next to me. Just like me, Carlos had a rather blank yet lifelike stare in front of him. If only we could mentally communicate.

"There, I think you shall be placed in swimwear." The mongoose said, "And you... shall be placed at our lingerie section. You invite others in, to try on the lingerie just like what you have. Maybe I can put you two next to each other for valentine's day. After all, it was your anniversary I bet. Or maybe his birthday."

Plastic didn't speak, after all.

"Fortunately we can re-pose you. Now, let's get these mannequins out into the store."

It wasn't like I could exactly protest at all. Great... I hope my friends didn't see me like this.