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I had hiked a great distance to find this legendary place. I was a sprawling garden with a stately mansion at its center. In each of the cardinal directions around it, there was a massive courtyard, each of which was filled with statues that I could only barely make out from this high and far away vantage point. Around the outer perimeter there was a high stone wall that what looked like several figures carved into it. This was the private Statuary Garden of the great sculptor Bulavus, an artist whose work I had boundless appreciation for. Having seen many of his sculptures in the museums I had visited in my travels, I was always captivated by how his work felt as though it could come alive at any moment. The details that he put into his art were exquisite beyond measure. At each exhibition, I had heard rumors that he had a private residence where he did his sculpting away from the distractions of the world. However, I had also heard that anyone who found this place was never heard from again. That made me somewhat nervous about finding it, but I had already sunk too much effort into this to turn back now. I covered the remaining distance through a fairly dense forest before entering the fields surrounding the estate. As I approached the walls, the details of the figures became more clear. They were stuck to the wall in varying poses and heights. They were a wide variety of anthro and humanoid, but the one thing they all had in common was the expressions on their faces. Each was frozen in a moment of terror. Both males and females were present in this perverse display and all of them were naked. The stone that they were carved out of was fairly rough, more like poured concrete then carved marble. My nerves nearly got the better of me again, but I steeled myself and walked around the walls looking for an entrance. I took some walking but eventually I found a locked door. Getting out some lock picks, I spent what felt like forever trying to open the door. While not very sophisticated, the lock was quite rusted and resisted my efforts. As I finally opened the door, I couldn’t help but wander what security waited for me inside, and how much more lethal it could be. Entering the east courtyard, I was awestruck at a garden that was filled with statues. Like the figures on the wall, there was a great variety to their appearance and poses. They were also far more life like any of his public work that I had seen. Of greatest interest was the expressions on their faces. Unlike the figures on the wall, these ones had were all frozen in moments of contentment, joy, and ecstasy. I was utterly beside myself at having a private look at what was no doubt the finest work of the great sculptor Bulavus. I spent what felt like hours going from one statue to the next, taking in all of the wondrous details. It was a feast for my eyes that I didn’t want to end. What’s more, I could feel a strange warmth emanating from all of them that seemed to be of supernatural nature. My reverie at this was interrupted when I remembered the rumors about what happened to those who found this place. Still, I wanted to see more and ventured towards the mansion at the center of the complex. It had a very open design with many of the outer rooms having ornate porticos. Eventually I found one that looked interesting. In the middle of the room there was a granite statue of an anthro horse that was posed like it was about to throw the heavy shot put in his right hand. Though still some what rough, I could visualize the perfection that it would certainly become. Once again I lost myself in admiring the work of a master. “Do you like what you see,” a deep and booming voice behind me asked. I froze and nervously turned around to see a white Minotaur with long black horns eying me with a mixture of suspicion and amusement. The only thing he wore was a purple loincloth that left very little to the imagination. His body much like his sculptures was perfection itself. Caught between fear over what he planned to do to me and arousal at learning that the sculptor that I had admired had a body worthy of his renown, I nervously tried to answer his question. “It is amazing and I’m sure it will look absolutely exquisite once finished.” He chuckled at my nerves and replied, “Indeed. This is a private commission for a rather renown athlete. The basic form is complete and now it needs polishing to the perfection that you seen quite familiar with. Interestingly, you have gotten a chance to see it before he did. Very lucky for you, though I have to ask, Why are you here?” The brief feeling of friendliness and familiarity I had felt as he described his work vanished with the barely concealed menace of the question. Barely able to keep control of myself, I told him of how I greatly admired his art. How I had heard rumors of his private garden and sought it out. How I had no ill intentions towards Bulavus or his noble work. “Indeed, I would have sensed if that was the case. If it had been, I would have paralyzed you, petrified you, and placed you on my outer wall. I do appreciate that my work has brought you great enjoyment, but I sense that your desires go deeper then just wanting a backstage look. So, what do you really want? Be honest with me boy, because I will know if you are lying.” That last sentence had the weight of a command that I couldn’t disobey. Barely in control of my nerves, I told the exquisite bull things I had told no one else. How I had fantasized about being turned into a perfect statue to be exhibited before the fawning eyes of countless visitors. I laid bare my desires that such a statue be an exemplar of lusty abandon and complete lack of sexual restraint. Once finished, I was on the verge of tears, having unburdened myself of nearly a lifetime of repression. I couldn’t even look upon such perfection as he was given how pathetic I was by comparison. To my surprise, I felt his giant hands gently cupping my face. His fingers rubbed away the tears I was desperately trying to keep from falling. His face had a kind expression that bore me no ill will. Lost in a flurry of emotions I hugged him as though I was a lost child. He returned this and I abandoned all control that I had left over my emotions, feeling safe in his strong arms. Once I had regained control, he set to whispering in my ear. “You are far from the first to come here with such desires. Indeed, all of the statues in my courtyards were once like you. The fact that they were once living beings gives them a life like quality that my public work simply cannot replicate, though not for lack of trying. Their souls reside within their forms of stone and metal. Though unable to move corporally, they can still interact with each other and with me, so I use them as my muses. Each of them came here with both a love of my works and a dire sense of purposelessness. I give them purpose and they give me inspiration. So would you like to become one of my statues?” “Yes,” I cautiously answered. I then added, “as long as it won’t hurt” “I assure you it won’t. Each of my private statues fondly remembers the moment that they were petrified. They always eager to have new company in the physical realm as well as the realm of souls. Now follow me. I think I know of a spot in the North Courtyard where you will fit in nicely. I’ve been wanting to add statuary to a fountain in it for some time.” With excitement that I struggled to contained, I obediently followed Bulavus. Along the way he told me about about some of the statues we walked past. Who they were, where they came from, what desires brought the poses they were frozen in. He also described some of the statues that had been petrified on the outer wall. Some of them had come here intending to steal from the greatest sculptor in the world. Others had sought to kill him for offending some fragile taboo. Some had been jealous of Bulavus and had sought to make exceptionally convincing forgeries of his work. What ever the reason, they were all now petrified on the wall and unlike the statues in the courtyard, each soul was permanently isolated to itself. I was somewhat terrified at the thought of this, but he assured me that each of them had been utterly unrepentant in their ill intentions. Eventually we arrived at an oval pool near the middle of the North Courtyard. The stone coping surrounding the pool had an ornate floral pattern sculpted into it. Slightly offset to one side of the pool there was a square stone plinth. The statues surrounding this place where I would be petrified were all very interesting. To the north there was a she wolf standing on a plinth, one hand playing with her nipples while she fingered herself with the other. To the east there was a pair of male otters that were giving each other oral sex. To the south there was a vixen who was held in the full nelson position as a horse plowed her. To the west was a male lizard who was seated upon a stone dildo. All of their faces were frozen in the moment of climax and I could feel that their souls were eager to welcome me. “Take off all of your clothes, you’ll never need to wear them again. Feel free to do it sensually if you like.” I did as he asked of me, discarding my clothes with no care as to what would happen to them. Once I was completely naked Bulavus untied his loincloth and after neatly folding it, ordered me to kneel before him. Once I did this, he placed his enormous hands on my shoulders. “The magic I use to petrify you requires the energy released in acts of sex. You will have to achieve climax later, but first you must ingest my seed. Don’t worry, it tastes very good. All of your soon to be neighbors certainly liked it.” With some reluctance I took his hardening member into my mouth. In very little time I felt right at home. I loved the scent of his cock and ponderous balls that were right below my chin. I loved the taste of his pre as it drooled from his slit and I eagerly lapped it up. I loved to look up at him as he sighed in pleasure. I loved the feel of his hands on my head and shoulders gently guiding me. I loved giving over more and more control to him, along with the realization that soon I would be stone for him to sculpt and perfect. As I grew more confident, I sped up my servicing of his mighty phalus. Though absolutely dominant in his control of me Bulavus was gentle. He wanted to cum in me, but at the same time he made sure I was the one who brought him to climax. I got faster and faster in my sucking until he blew his load in my mouth and bellowed loudly. While holding my head on his cock, he commanded, “Swallow all of it boy. I don’t want you to spit out a single drop.” Words were inadequate to describe how good his seed tasted. I happily savored every last drop, draining his cock of all that it could give. I eventually slid my mouth off and smiled up at Bulavus. “Good Boy. Now stand upon that plinth while I fetch a few things. Also as tempting as it is, you mustn’t touch yourself just yet.” As I did this he walked back to the mansion. While standing there, I could feel a strong energy in the air. All of the statues around me were at a fevered pitch, eager to welcome a new member to the garden. By now my own cock was quite hard and eager for some touch. Eager as I was, I heeded the command Bulavus had given me. Eventually he returned with a stone dildo modeled after his cock, an adujstable metal rod to mount it on, and a tub about the size of his fists. He then joined me on the plinth and after attaching the stone cock to the adjustable rod, he placed it into a thin hole on the plinth. Opening the tub, he pulled out a handful thick grease and smeared it all over the stone phalus. He then ordered me to turn around and once I did he carefully lubed up my anus. He then lowered the cocks enough that I could stand above it. “Alright boy, lower yourself onto that dildo.” Carefully, I lined up the tip with my pucker and bent my knees. While large for me, it was still no too uncomfortable. The thick lube and gravity certainly helped me in sheathing the stone dildo all the way. The two of us then spent some time adjusting the height of the dildo so that my legs were in a extended but comfortable position that I could hold till I was petrified. “Now it’s your turn to cum. Pleasure yourself however you need to and assume a good pose once you cum.” Coating my hands with some of the lube, I experimentally I stroked my hard cock. Between the semen I had swallowed, the hard stone dildo bumping my prostrate, and Bulavus posing suggestively in front of me, I knew I wouldn’t last very long. I used my free hand to alternate between spanking my ass cheeks and playing with my nipples. I panted and moaned as the need for release grew within me. My strokes grew faster and faster until I could hold back no more. With a scream I threw back my head and shot several wads of cum into the pool. With the last bit of self control I had, I placed my left hand on my left nipple and my right hand on my right ass cheek. It was the last movement I would ever get as a living being. A warm and pleasant flash spread all over my body, freezing me completely. I was facing the she wolf who was similarly frozen in the act of self pleasure. Though my eyes were frozen looking in that direction, I found that I could direct the perception of my soul where I wanted to within the immediate surroundings of the court yard. However, I didn’t have time to fully explore this as my soul was immediately embraced by all of my neighbors at once. In the instance that all of our souls touched, an overwhelming wave of sensations washed over me all at once. It was a though I achieved a level of understanding with all of my neighbors that would have taken a lifetime to reach if we were still living. They welcomed me to the Statuary Garden as though I was family to them. Their embrace was a warm blanket whose pleasure left me all but incapable of perceiving anything else. Several other surrounding souls were heading over to join us. “Alright, lets not overwhelm the North Courts newest addition. There will be plenty of time to get to know him. First I need to put the finishing touches on him.” At the command of Bulavus, the other souls gave a respectful distance, allowing me to make sense of how to direct my perception. I found that I could ‘see’ in all directions in the North Court, and could ‘walk’ my souls perception in all directions as well. Once I had some sense of how to direct my perception, I looked back at the statue my body had been turned into. It was as I had repeatedly fantasized over the years. I was frozen as an avatar of wanton lust an no self control who would be a muse for art all the world over. Though like the statues on the wall, the surface was still some what rough. By the time I had returned to where my statue was, Bulavus had also returned with several tools of his trade. Getting out a hammer and chisel, he started to fine tune my petrified form. Each blow of the chisel sent intense waves of pleasure through my soul that pulled me right back to the rock and left me unable to do anything. “Just relax and enjoy my work as I turn you into one of my finest creations,” Bulavus playfully stated while lightly spanking my marble buttocks. For an amount of time that I will probably never be able to properly perceive, my soul throbbed with ecstasy as Bulavus carefully sculpted me. Occasionally I noticed that the other souls were watching with nostalgia. Eventually the chisel blows stopped. Before I could extend my perception to get a look at myself, Bulavus brought over a giant mirror and showed me his handy work. The statue I saw had been carefully honed down to a lithe and well toned athlete, with a turgid and upward pointing cock between my legs. My smooth marble body shone brilliantly in the midday sun. Bulavus had truly come through and turned me into an object of aesthetic perfection. Purity of form like all of my neighbors. “Yes, you are a beautiful addition to my statuary garden. Now lets turn on the final touch.” At this he opened a valve at the base of the plinth and a steady stream of water sprayed from my stone cock. My soul was once again gripped with orgasmic pleasure, though eventually I learned through trial and error how to get into and out of that sensation like getting in and out of a hot tub. By the time I was done taking all of this in, I could feel Bulavus gently stroking both of my cheeks. “Now that you are good and settled in, I’ve got to get back to my work. Don’t worry though. If I need some inspiration on the human form, I will be sure to pay you a visit.” Before leaving, he gently slapped my stone ass cheeks. Like the earlier caresses of my face, I felt this as though I was still flesh and bone. I longingly looked at Bulavus as he walked away, eager for his return. However I most certainly was not alone. All of the souls in my immediate vicinity swarmed to and as each of them contacted me a strange thing happened. In each instant I felt them share the entirety of their lives with me. I instantly felt as though I had been as close as a lover to them. I did the same for them, sharing the entirety of my life. Between us all there was no shame and no regrets. Just the souls of petrified beings frolicking in a court yard. After the excitement of introductions faded, I focused on the sensations that I still felt as though I was living. The sun felt wondrous on my new marble body and the fact that I would never have to worry about getting a sun burn again was a definite plus. The occasional breeze lightly tickled where ever it brushed against me. Occasionally a bird landed on my head and talons tickled me mightily. Several hours later a light rain storm drifted in and there was a palpable surge of excitement among all of the souls around me. I asked them what this was about, but they only told me that I would soon find out. Sure enough, once the rain started falling my whole body was awash in pleasure from the rain drops striking me. Like when Bulavus had fine tuned our forms with his chisels, the pleasure left all souls in this court yard overwhelmed. We spent the entire downpour like that. Once night arrived I discovered that I had no need to sleep and continued to cavort and play with the other souls by the light of the moon. At this point an interesting soul entered the court yard. The soul of Bulavus, the one who had petrified and sculpted us. When his body was asleep, his soul could wander the grounds and interact with all of us. The other souls acted with a loving obedience towards our Master and I soon understood why. As intense as mingling was the petrified souls was, the moment that my soul and his ‘touched’ was so pleasurably mind shattering that I thought the whole universe had frozen for a second or two. I could feel how happy he was at how well I was settling into my new life as one of his muses. I sensed that he had more he wanted to share with me, but that he also didn’t want to rob me of such pleasant surprises. About 3 weeks passed, during which I was never bored, before something new happened. Late one morning I saw a lithe and beautiful anthro red fox carefully walking through the court yard. He had caught the rapt attention of all the other souls as well. We all wondered why he was here and if soon we would have another to join in our revels. With jaw agape and eyes full of wonder he looked upon our statues one by one. He paused for an especially long time as he admired my marble form, slowly walking around the pool I stood in the middle of. Eventually he made his way to the mansion where Master Bulavus was no doubt waiting for him. Nearly half an hour passed before the fox returned, obediently following our great sculptor. The pair then stopped close to me. “I saw you admiring this fellow. He’s a recent addition to the North Courtyard and was an absolute pleasure to sculpt. He certainly enjoyed his final moment before I petrified him as you can see. Though he does look a little lonely up there. Would you like to join him?” The fox nodded so eagerly that I thought his head might fly off. As I had done almost a month ago, he sensually removed what little clothing he wore. To my surprise, I felt the pleasant flow of water through my petrified cock stop. “Don’t worry, I will switch you back on once I’m finished with him,” Bulavus playfully whispered to me. The fox then knelt before his soon to be master and happily sucked the mighty cock. Everyone in the courtyard felt a powerful surge of nostalgia, remembering when they had done the same. Once he came in the Foxes mouth, Bulavus used some of his magic to raise a square stone platform in the pool right in front of me. He instructed the fox to sit on the platform while he fetched some things. The Fox looked up at me with eager anticipation, his knotted cock hardening in anticipation. My soul wanted to reach out and embrace him, but that would have to wait till he was petrified. Bulavus eventually returned with a stone dildo that he generously lubricated and placed pointing up on the platform. The fox then gingerly seated himself on it and used some of the spare lube to stroke his cock. I could tell that he wouldn’t last long. He stroked faster and faster, panting and struggling to keep his eyes open. After a few minutes of self pleasure, he blew his load, several drops of which landed near my feet. He had just enough time to open his eyes before his body was transformed from flesh to marble. His pose had him seated facing me with his legs splayed wide. His maw was frozen in the moment of sublime bliss. His eyes looked upon me lustfully as I had been the object of his last masturbation session. His arms had had just enough time to draw back from his cock. While Bulavus left to retrieve some chisels and hammers, I moved my soul to embrace his. As we ‘touched’ I saw the sum total of his being in just a split second. Like me he had a strong love of the art of our Master. He had gone to great lengths to seek this place out and was already happy with the results. He also felt that his life up to this point had been all but without purpose. As I saw Bulavus returning, I gave him a playfully vague warning about what was to come. My nearest neighbors did the same before Master told us to give him room. I intently watched as Bulavus carefully went over the fox, fine tuning his latest private sculpture. While it had certainly been a great joy and honor to be sculpted by him, watching him was nearly as pleasurable. He was meticulous and thorough in giving perfection of form to the fox. I could feel the foxes joy as he basked in Masters attention. Eventually Bulavus finished his sculpting and backed off to admire his work. As good looking as the Fox had been before, the statue now looked as though it had been worked on by diving hands. Though now made of marble like I was, his fur still looked soft and fluffy. Bulavus then turned a valve that sent a steady stream of water cascading out of the foxes cock and onto my right foot. He then turned on my fountain and fiddled with the flow rate until my stream was hitting the fox squarely in the chest. “The two of you are quite the pair,” Bulavus stated lovingly as he left to go back to his sculpting in the mansion. Once the foxes soul had a chance to get his bearings, he was piled on by all of the souls in the courtyard. While the other souls would come and go, my soul stayed close to his at all times. It seemed only fittings that statues so close physically should also be close spiritually. Together we reveled in the joyful sensations that our stone bodies still felt. We interacted with our neighbors in ways that our physical bodies could not. We loved when our Masters soul wandered through the garden at night, seeking dreamy inspiration and pleasure from the sum total of our lives. Eventually I was taught how to visit the other three courtyards of the garden and got introduced to even more souls that had become muses for our master sculptor. In no time at all I didn’t care that in all likelihood I would never physically move again. This was an existence that I wouldn’t trade for anything.