Javier's Binder
A short little story based on May's writing prompt for the Hoofprints Telegram group. I had almost forgotten about the prompt until I was reminded of it earlier today, as the expiration of the prompt was May 31st, and I didn't want to be late. I do hope you all enjoy!
Javier's Binder
by Ta'kom Ironhoof
The rain was never ending.
For days upon days, the sky cried wetly over the whole of the city and surrounding areas. Not to the point of causing flooding, but just enough to make things uncomfortable for everyone. The rivulet in front of Javier's shop gurgled and bubbled into the barely functioning drainage grates that were inset in the sidewalks at various intervals. It was a miracle considering the collection of loose garbage and detritus from the trees.
However, none of this concerned Javier. Rain or shine, sleet or hail, his store was open, every day, from 8am to 8pm. It was by sheer luck that when he purchased the property, the second floor that was being used as a storage area, made for the perfect loft apartment, once converted. This made things simple. Wake up, do his normal morning routine, then head downstairs to open the shop. Most of the inventory was small enough that it did not require a huge amount of storage space. Customers could even custom order their items and pick them up the next day, in most cases, if something was out of stock.
Yes, Javier had made a good life for himself. While not a millionaire, his business was on the up and up. While Javier sat behind the counter of his shop, the rain and lack of customers allowed him to reflect on things. It was a slow day, almost boringly slow. Still, he had his online store and those orders still needed tending to. It was while he looked over these orders, when the electronic bell for the door chimed out. From the constant rain, in walked a young man; a hyena only a little shorter than Javier's own equine self, but much less broad. Just inside the doorway, the hyena shook himself atop the rug before hanging his still dripping coat on the rack. Sheepishly, he looked up, his green eyes locking with Javier's own.
"Welcome! I see the rain's still coming down. What ya lookin for today, young man?" For 2pm on a Wednesday, it wasn't normal for a young adult such as the one who now approached the counter nervously to enter a custom sex toy shop.
The hyena nervously rubbed his hands together, now averting his eyes, but still approached. "Um...yes I...I was looking for...um..."
The young lad was obviously outside of his comfort zone, but this wasn't the first time Javier had dealt with a customer like this. "Dude, relax. There's no judgements here. You tell me what you need and I'll show you a world that you could only dream of," Javier said with a grandiose manner and all the flair of a carnival barker.
The hyena dropped his hands to his sides, took in a deep breath, sighed, and started over. "I'm looking for two things. A...horse...cock and muzzle sleeve."
Javier stared at the young hyena with a deadpan expression, the silence growing exponentially, to the point the hyena fidgeted once again.
Finally, Javier exclaimed, "WELL! If that's what you're looking for, I can certainly help you. You might be surprised how often I get orders for horse cock. The muzzle, though, that's a new one. Might have to do a custom job."
The hyena relaxed again, but his face twisted into confusion. "A custom job? Are...masturbators not something you carry?"
"Oh no, we carry them, but I've never had a request specifically for an equine one. Though...I'm sure finding a model won't be an issue," Javier said, giving a sly wink and a grin.
If a hyena could blush, the young man in front of Javier would surely be beet red. Without thought, he looked Javier up and down, unconsciously admiring him and the various bulges his body made through his clothing. "How...how soon...long...when can I get it?"
"Oh, shouldn't take long. I'd say tomorrow afternoon if all goes well this evening."
The hyena had now dropped his hands to just below his belt buckle in an attempt, either consciously or subconsciously, to hide his growing erection. "Oh! O...Ok...um. Let me see what dildos you have in stock then."
With a curt twist of his body, Javier turned around and began sauntering back toward the counter, allowing the hyena to drink in the well-toned ass, accentuated by the shorts Javier was sporting; each step, a bouncing cheek. The hyena shuffled impishly behind him, terrified of some social construct or another. Javier didn't mind. He knew that this was just the start of his business relationship with this young man. His business motto was "Full Satisfaction, guaranteed" and Javier loved to "satisfy" his clientele. And it just so happened that his favorite type of customer were ones just like the strapping yet nervous lad occupying his store at this very moment. It was truly a blessing to watch someone like him bloom and thrive beyond their trepidations. His least favorite were the demanding, entitled types, however, being that he owned the place, Javier rarely, if ever, made transactions with them.
"Look here, my good sir," Javier said, placing a three-inch, three-ring binder on the countertop. Opening it, hundreds, if not thousands, of designs, were on full display; cocks of every conceivable variety, all sorted neatly by species, colors, and patterns. Looking down at the tabs, Javier flipped to the "E" section and a veritable cornucopia of equine and equine-adjacent cocks filled the pages. Each dildo was unique be it length, girth, flare size, or balls. It was apparent from the hyena's expression that he'd never seen so many beautiful schlongs in his entire life.
"Wow," was all the hyena could manage to say as the jade orbs under his brow scanned each page, more and more fascinated with each flip of the pages. However, as he reached the end of the equine section, the hyena looked up at Javier, his expression seemingly disappointed. "I'm not sure any of those are what I'm looking for."
"Well, no worries. We can mix and match and play with the combinations. Maybe we can come up with something...I didn't catch your name."
"Judas..."
"Lovely. Judas, I'm Javier, and I'll be glad to make you a custom one to go along with the maw you're looking for."
"Maybe. I just...don't know."
"Come, my good man. If you'll just follow me, there's still one cock you haven't seen just yet."