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My memory of those couple of days is perhaps the clearest. The days before, all kind of a blur. I know I was at the university. And I was in the pre med program. That's pre medical school if you're wondering. I was thinking of changing majors though. Not sure to what, but it did mean I was trying to save up some extra cash. A change of majors at that stage would pretty much mean an extra year, and my scholarships wouldn't help me for it.

And so I got to doing lots of those weird one off campus jobs. Donating plasma, tutoring someone when they realized they were about to fail their midterm for a few hours, being a guinea pig for someone's psych experiment. Yeah, all a bit exploitive when you think about it, but hey, the money was alright. But as I got to the end of the year, I was still a few thousand short of where I knew I'd need to be on my budget. Yeah, I know. Weird having a college student with an actual budget. Anyway, over the summer I was looking to get a second job to help save up and so hit the classifieds.

That's where I spotted the listing. Studio looking for male models. Now my first thought was that this was like a fashion thing. Which generally means they need someone who's got a pleasing face. I know mine's not for everyone, but there's enough appeal I thought. So I circled it and added it to my call list that morning. And it ended up being the only one which hadn't already got someone hired. So not a lot of choice. I introduced myself as Nyr and as a student at the university. The girl on the phone asked me to come in that afternoon. I asked a couple questions and I found out that it wasn't a fashion shoot or anything like that. They were looking for someone to be the subject of a piece of art.

Naturally as I was hiking over there later, I had a bit of a smirk on my face. I mean, art. Model. If it was like a life drawing class or something, that pretty much meant I was going to be asked to drop my pants. Which I never had done before, but the thought running around my head like that kind of excited me.

When I got there, I was met by the lady on the phone. She introduced herself as Mel. She was an ibex I'm pretty sure. Kind of short, which I guess fit with her voice. Older than I thought. Figured on the phone that she was probably a student, but that seemed less likely at that point. Still don't know for certain.

She invited me into her studio and gave me the quick tour. It was a couple main rooms plus a washroom and some closets. One of the main rooms which was clearly a work space and the other a gallery. It was pretty clear by this point that this would not be a life drawing sort of thing as there weren't any drawings or paintings around. What there was was sculptures. Rock, metal, plastic. Of all sorts of things. Mundane house hold items but made out of strange materials. Weird twisted abstract pieces. The one that got my attention was the glass sphere with what looked like a bunch of houses and trees on the inside, only clearly visible via the area of the sphere where the 'lake' was on the interior.

"As you can see," she said. "Most my work is of things or ideas."

Glancing around and trying to act surprised, I gave a nod. "Seems right. Looking to change that?"

Mel gave a smirk. "Yeah. These sell, but recently I've gotten some requests for people. I'm a little rusty there, so figured getting some practice in could be of use. So before you ask, no your species doesn't really matter for this, though I guess I lucked out in some ways that you were the first to give me a call."

I tilted my head. "Why do you say that?"

She walked around me through the work space, looking up and down at me. "Well the short version is, as you don't exactly got any fur, I can make a cast of you."

"Cast? Heh, so not quite stand there for a number of hours as you work then."

"You still get paid the full three thousand."

"Well I guess that's fair," I said with a chuckle. It was more money than I had expected, by far.

"And say," she said with a slightly more sly tone. "I'll up that to five if you grant me reproduction rights."

I gave a shrug. I'd taken an art class my first year. Though I hadn't done any casting, my friend Erik was all about such. He had a scheme where he wanted to mass produce statues of fake gang signs or something in bronze. Get one good cast, and you can make hundreds or thousands of what ever you want. "Sure, what ever," I said. Five thousand would get me to my goal after all. "I'm not going to turn down that kind of money."

"Awesome!" she said before scurrying off. She returned with a pile of papers stapled together. "To make sure you don't sue me about this later, I need your signature right here." She lifted the pile of papers up and dangled the last sheet before my eyes.

And like an idiot, I signed.

She scurried away with the paper work and returned. She asked me to come back the next day and that I should make sure to be freshly bathed and to eat before hand, as it would be a long day. I then took my leave. That night I ran the numbers out and I'd be a few hundred bucks past where I needed to be for the summer in order manage the extra year. I'd still need to do more jobs the following spring at the very least, but I'd be able to focus more on classes in the fall instead of constantly working.

As instructed I returned the next day after a big breakfast and a good shower. I arrived back at Mel's studio just before nine. She answered the door wearing a face mask.

"Hi," I said as I looked at her. No doubt my face had an expression of great concern. Especially given the smell of weird chemicals wafting in from inside.

She pulled down the mask. "Ah good. You're actually a little early. Was just finishing up the prep. I think its safe to come in now." She waved me in.

"Should I be... wearing a mask?" I asked as I cautiously followed her in.

"Nope. The fumes might make you a little woozy, but aren't harmful. I'll explain what's up in a minute." She scurried off to the work room and I followed along.

It had been a pretty cluttered place the previous day, but that morning the middle had been cleared out. And there was place two small granite boulders. Not huge mind you, but certainly not something even I could lift without some help. Next to the cleared space was a couple large buckets filled with some sort of white substance. I suspected it was plaster. Next to the buckets was some sort of device, similar to one of those paint sprayers. The bottle attached to it though had some sort of greenish fluid in it, not white.

"So!" she announced as she waves at the two rocks. "You'll be posing on these. As the whole thing will take a while, you'll need to make sure you're footing is in a comfortable spot. But I might still need to move where you stand. So if it ends up somewhere horrible, do let me know."

Mel then stood on one rock, the smaller of the two, and put her other hoof on the other. She spread out her arms and took up a fierce pose. "I'm looking for something like this. You look kind of dangerous, and I'm looking to capture that. Got it?"

I gave a nod. "Got it, look mean and intimidating and like I'm about to rip someone's head off."

"That's the spirit!" she said as she hopped off. "Now, there's I guess two things you'll need to keep in mind. First off, yes, you'll be in the nude."

"I figured," I replied quickly as I started to open my shirt.

"The second bit is that I'll be using something to help you maintain the pose while I get to work." Mel walked over to the sprayer and lifted it up. "This stuff is something I came up with a while back. It will in effect help you maintain your pose for a good long while. Once its done its work you won't need to consciously expend effort to keep the pose. In fact it will feel like you're completely relax. This can be a bit... weird feeling. And does kind of mean you won't be able to move voluntarily while its in effect."

This seemed a bit odd to me. "I guess that... works?" I said. "This isn't going to give me cancer is it?"

Mel chuckled. "If it would, I'd of already gotten the tumors the first time I mixed it up years ago. I'm pretty sure its safe."

"Alright," I said as I pulled open my shirt.

As I dropped the shirt on a table I couldn't help but spot Mel eying me up. Though nominally cute, she didn't really seem my type, so I hoped that she was merely looking upon me as a subject of her creativity. Next came the pants. I shyly turned away before pulling them and my briefs down. I took a deep breath before turning back towards her.

"No need to be shy," she said as she motioned me towards my perch. "You're hardly the first boy I've seen."

"Hey now, I'm not some teen you know," I said back nervously, trying to distract myself. I couldn't help but cover my groin as I climbed onto the rocks.

"Ok, first man. Feel better?" she said with an amused tone.

I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, let me get you positioned," she said as she gripped my rear leg. "If the spot feels excessively uncomfortable, let me know, alright? Art doesn't need to be torture."

I let her adjust my footing one leg at a time. I kept my equipment cupped though as she did this. But eventually she let out a huff.

"I'm going to need your arms too you know. Come now Nyr, get those arms up and looking fierce. Mean. Eager to rend your enemies."

I took a deep breath and pulled my hands up. Mel's eyes remained on my groin naturally. She glanced up briefly before saying, "Not bad. Yes... however."

The next few minutes were spent with her pushing and pulling at my arms, getting them right where she wanted them. I began to quickly find after a few minutes of this that the pose, though not uncomfortable, was becoming more and more difficult to maintain. She gave my back a push, then my hips, encouraging me to be more hunched over. Then she took a hold of my jaw and pushed it up.

"Now give me the best snarl a dragon like you can give. Lots of teeth if you can."

As I did this, she grabbed the sprayer. "Hold still while I start spraying," she said, pulling her face mask up once more. "It will tingle and feel warm for a while. But doesn't hurt."

Mel began spraying the green substance on my legs, though those were the spots least fatigued at this point. She sprayed all sides of my lower leg but focused on only a few spots on my thighs. As she started to spray my arms generously, I started to feel the strange chemical getting to work on my feet and legs. Indeed it felt warm. Stung for a few moments too. But soon enough most of my legs was feeling quite numb. I tried wiggling a toe, but I'm pretty sure nothing moved.

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked again.

"Yes, now hold still," she said as she began to spray my neck.

Mel paused her spraying at this point. She didn't spray my face at all, though the partial paralysis of my neck did leave my relaxed face with a bit of an odd feel to it.

"I'm going to adjust your tail and wings now. Kind of glad your flutterers aren't that big. Else I might have to tear down a wall to get everything out of here. Guessing you don't exactly use them to fly."

"Right," I said. My voice was kind of muffled. Clearly the chemical had reacted deep enough to affect my vocal chords at least a little.

Mel took a hole of my tail and began to guide it to where she wanted it to be. A long s curve from what I could feel. After stepping back to inspect things, she got to work spraying it down. Next came my pitiful little wings. Yeah, I'm not proud of them. But come on, these things are just accessories. Still, she seemed to take great care to make sure they were in the perfect position. As I found out later, she did kind of make 'em hang in perhaps the most bad ass way they could. A bit more spraying later she once more took a step back.

"My, my," she said. "You are looking amazing. Just a little more spraying and then I'll let you sit for a spell to make sure it all settled right. Then we'll get started on the next phase."

"Understood," I grunted out.

She sprayed my back and rear next. And then a bit of my chest. Pretty soon I was unable to bed pretty much anywhere useful below my neck. She asked me to wiggle my toes and fingers, and of course I couldn't pull my claws any which way.

"Good good, I'll be back in a few," she said before heading off to the other room.

I had a few minutes to think at that point about my situation. It was a bit spooky not being able to move my body. But I quickly realized that the numbness was only partial after a while. That yes, I couldn't move my feet, but I could feel the pressure of the rocks upon them, even if it was muddled. As the chemical finished its work on the rest of me, this return of sensation also struck. I felt like I was perfectly relaxed. Like I was laying in bed on a warm summer day. And yet, there I was, perched upon boulders looking like I was going to attack someone. My curious pondering of this was interrupted by Mel returning.

She was expected, but I wasn't expecting her to come back without her clothes.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I grunted.

"I find it easier to do this in a natural state," she said as she walked right on by. I couldn't exactly turn my head to look at what she was doing, but I'm pretty sure she was fiddling with the sprayer again. But she came back into view she didn't have it in hand. "Feel free to get a good look," she commented as she stood confidently before me. "Unlike some boys around here, I'm not exactly the shy type."

"Hey now," I starts to say when she leaped up onto the more forward of the two rocks, landing her breasts right to either side of my snout. "Umm..."

She began to stroke the sides of my head. "Its alright. I'm not going to hurt you. As I promised, you're going to be just fine."

I have to admit, having her boobs on my face like that. Kind of nice. But I was still weirded out. Slowly she lowered her self down so that we were face to face again.

"There's one more, uh, muscle you could say I need to position," she said. "And that requires a little bit of hands on treatment."

Her hands began to roam my shoulders and chest as she slid her muzzle right up to mine. I was hesitant at first, but I let her kiss me. Her warmth, the feel of her fur, it was kind of nice.

"This is... weird..." I said after the kiss. "Very weird."

"Don't you worry, once we got that boner of yours going, I'll give you one more good spray down there to keep things perfectly in place."

She drifted lower. Her horns bumped my chest as she rubbed her way down my belly. She hadn't sprayed that entire area yet and so the sensations of her fingers as they touched my upper thighs was not muddled at all. I groaned and tried to squirm. Only a few of my leg muscles had any give to them though and so I didn't move all that much before I felt her dance her digits over my balls. By the time they began to pet my sheath, there was more than a little of me sticking out the end.

"You got a handsome rod, you know that?" she said as I felt her begin to stroke me.

"Thanks?" I said. I was still quite confused, and a bit annoyed by what was happening. Still, it did feel nice. And it had been a while since I'd hit the bar scene. Constantly working kind of meant not a lot of free time.

"You got a knot?" Mel asked.

"Uh, yeah?" I answered.

"Neat, figured that was the case."

She continued to stroke me for a while. But I was clearly at full mast. I was about to say that it was perhaps time to get the spray again when I felt the warmth of her mouth around the tip of my cock. My attempt at words turned into a moan. Her muzzle slid down my length, taking a good portion of it in, leaving me quite sure I was feeling her throat. She pulled her head back and bobbed again, and again.

I realized quickly that she intended to capture me and my full glory. I was mostly right.

As she sucked me off, she kept one hand on my sac. Massaging it a bit. If not for her occasional uncomfortable tugs, I'd of probably blown around that point.

Mel pulled her mouth off my rod and let out a chuckle. "Ok, you're about ready I think," she said before she started moving around beneath me once again.

One of her arms wrapped around my back. The other my shoulder. Her breasts pushed up against my chest. A leg wrapped around my hip. The fur of her belly and groin teased over my stomach.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a panic. But the answer was already pretty clear, even before her other leg locked into place and she grabbed a hold of my cock.

Mel held my shaft stead as she swung herself down. I felt the warmth of her body once again, but this time it wasn't the lips on her face that were wrapping around me. I grunted as she impaled herself upon me.

"Mel? Is this... all just... something fuck me?"

"No," she whined. Her body quivered beneath me. Mine would have likely done the same if it could. "I'm just... making use of those reproduction rights you sign over to me."

"What?" I yelled as she pulled back and pushed herself down again.

She didn't answer and instead continued to ride me. Her movements were generally slow, but deliberate. If not for my priming before hand, I might have gone soft then and there. But any chance of that vanished by the time she started to speed up.

"Mel, please... please..." I pleaded.

I closed my eyes and bared my teeth. If could have at least moved my neck, I could have bitten at her horns and possibly pull her off me. If I could have moved my tail, used it to push her away. And heck, even my wings could have at least made her time difficult. With my higher mind focused on these what if's, my lower brain was enjoying the experience. And so it wasn't surprising that my cock began to jump, spraying semen into the ibex. My knot did swell of course, but she had been very careful not to get herself down quite far enough to take it.

Mel pushed her self down so that her nether lips rested just above that engorged bulb as my cock continued to fire away. I hadn't exactly drained myself recently either, so there was plenty I was delivering into the artist. A good minute after my cock stopped its twitching, she pulled off and put herself back down on the floor.

"You... bitch!" I yelled as she grabbed the sprayer. "You are not going to get away with this," I said as she sprayed my groin, perfectly preserving my post coital penis.

She appeared in front of me. I growled at her.

"Now that's the look of anger, rage I wanted," she said. "Authentic rage is always the best."

Mel sprayed my face. Moments later it was numb, and my expression was fixed as it was at that moment. I wanted to rip her head off. I wanted to see her suffer. And when she held up a mirror a few minutes later to show me how I looked, well, I looked like I wanted to end someone.

The ibex walked off to the other room. I don't know how long she left me like that, but when she returned, she was dressed again. She also had a new pair of gloves. Heavier duty than the rubber one's she had used during the initial spraying.

"You probably have a lot of questions," she said as she pushed the buckets of white fluid closer. "Questions that you'd of had the answers too if you had read the contract. But the short answer is that yes, I am making a mold of you. No, that's not all. And yes, I was planning on making full use of your body like that. Officially, if things hold, you are a donar. Helps get around some legal complications that."

Naturally, I couldn't scream anything back.

Mel used something akin to a big ladle and a flat piece of wood to apply the white goop to me. She started with my feet, and the rocks below. Fairly quickly both were covered entirely. She made some comments about how the casts would never fully express the nuances of my form, but that they'd get pretty close after some tweaking. Next came my legs. She painted eagerly over my body. Tail, back, and wings came next before she returned to my front. She took great care to make sure my sac and shaft were positioned perfectly and covered evenly.

"I'll have to take the cast off in pieces of course. But the breaking of that won't hurt. Don't you worry," she said as she finished covering my groin. She sighed. "I do kind of wish I could have at least tried to ease you into the sex. But it is kind of the right time for me. I'd of loved to have had a proper tumble with yah. I'm sure you're an excellent lover. Still... that rage of yours... hard to pass that up."

Mel painted my chest with broad strokes before moving onto my arms. Her outfit was covered in the speckles of the work by the time she started to paint my head. She carefully worked around around my eyes and nose. But then seemed more than eager to get the stuff all over my exposed teeth. I recall thinking that was a bit weird. Once I was almost completely covered head to toe, she grabbed the sprayer again.

"Gotta make sure you set right, inside and out," she said before spraying heavily over my eyes. It had already been difficult to move them, but they still had some movement. But not after that. And then she put the nozzle of the sprayer right into my left nostril.

And she activated the sprayer.

The chemical filled my nasal cavity quickly. And then dripped down my throat. Into my lungs. I tried to swallow it, but swallowing was difficult. Still, plenty ended up in my stomach. She kept spraying until the bottle was completely empty.

Mel pulled the nozzle from my nose. She grabbed some more of the white mix and poured it over my eyes and nose. By that point, breathing was becoming excessively difficult because my chest muscles were non-functional, but I had still managed not to suffocate via movements of things further from my exterior. That soon came to an end. I was sure I was going to die.

And maybe in a way, I did. But I continued to be aware. Heck, the covering of the goop over my eyes still let in enough light to make out a few details of the room given how bright it was. After some clean up, Mel left. And I still couldn't breath. My perpetual panic began to subside as the light through the cracks in the blinds shifted and faded. It had gotten dark. And then light again. And still, I couldn't breath. Nor move.

The material all around me set at some point. The next day came, and went, with no sign of Mel. She appeared again the next day with a chisel and a hammer. After a bit of measuring and poking at me, she began to carefully break off what I had assumed was plaster. I couldn't see it coming off the rest of my body, but the strange muddled feeling I had maintained continued to be the state of things there, and I felt her liberate me in sections.

The real shock came when she pulled the mold from my face. My eyes were still frozen in their death glare, looking roughly straight down my snout. A snout that a couple days previous had been of course greenish brown. But now was much more gray. Pretty much the same gray as the rocks I had perched upon had been.

The next few days were perhaps the strangest. Mel came and went. She seemed to work on things quietly from time to time in the workshop, but for the most part ignored me. All the while my mind raced. I wasn't breathing. I wasn't blinking. I wasn't eating. I wasn't sleeping. Time seemed to just stretch on and on like the moment she had frozen me was continuing forever. Maybe I was dead, and the afterlife was simply to be locked in a prison of your now expired form, unable to interact with the world. Maybe this was all some sort of weird dream. Maybe this, maybe that. I don't recall all the weird things that came to mind during that time.

One day, not sure how long after my first there, some workmen showed up. They had a dolly and after a bit of effort, lifted me and the rocks up onto it. I was then moved into the other room and carefully positioned in the center.

That night, Mel through a party. Fairly low key overall. People in suits and dresses milling about, munching on snacks while they gossiped about stuff I didn't much care about. There were a couple faces I recognized I recall. Though I forget his name, the professor from my art class was there. I recall he mentioned to Mel that this piece looked familiar.

"This is my prototype for a sculpture line. The model was a student at the university. Maybe he took one of your classes?"

"Maybe? Heh, not many of the boys are willing to pose like this, you know, with everything hanging out."

"Well he seemed kind of desperate. I hear he dropped out," she said.

"You really selling the copies with, well, everything?"

"Hardly. On request they'll be intact of course. But not everyone wants to be put to shame by the sculptures they by."

Mel got a few compliments on me at the party. And a few more when I was moved to the university art museum. I wasn't exactly front and center for the collection, but did end up as the center piece in one of the rooms further in. I think the theme of the space was on lust. But that might have been later. Things get a little more foggy about that point. Still, there was one day while I was there that I remember well.

Mel appeared again you see. And by the look of things she was fairly far along in her pregnancy. She cautiously waited for the other visitors to filter away before coming up to me and whispering.

"If you're wondering, your payment was delivered into the trust. If you ever return to how you were, it will be waiting for you." She then gave me a kiss and left.

The next time I saw her, I was in a different city. And I was in a large collection of figure statues. From what I had gathered from the tour guides, all of them were the work of Melanie Hadral. Each was a prototype for one of her award winning sculptures.

When Mel appeared a few weeks into the exhibition, with much fanfare, she didn't really get to talk to me directly. I did spot that one of her entourage had with her a young ibex. I remember thinking, had it really been years? After the speech and canapés, the guests filtered through and eventually out. It was pretty glitzy. Mel left.

But she came back the next day, sans the dress and all the others. She did bring the child though. I recall one bit of their conversation perfectly.

"This one looks mean," said the child.

"Yeah, he does. Heh, but I made him look mean," replied Mel.

"Why you do that?"

"Because I wanted him to frighten away anyone who might want to hurt you."

The child giggled. "But that's silly. He kind of is scary though."

"I think he's nicer than he looks. He was just really angry that day. Psst, hey, wanna know a secret?"

"Yeah!"

Mel leaned in close. "He's your daddy."

"Whoa! Really?"

"Yep! He's just trying to protect his little one."

The child giggled before bouncing off to look at another one of the statues.

Of course, I had realized by this point that the other figures in the room were probably in the same predicament as myself. And so I wasn't surprised when Mel told a story about each every one of them. Some of them seemed to be people she found interesting. Others were friends. One was her sister.

I didn't know how she managed to do it. Let alone make people seemingly vanish without being caught. But my hatred for her grew that day as my suspicions were confirmed. Still, I did feel something our the little one. Innocent. Seemingly unaware about what Mel was actually doing.

I saw them a few more times. The child eventually grew up into a beautiful woman. Mel had a few other kids as well. A growing family of ibex's, seemingly well funded by their mother's sculpture business. Some I saw very little of. Others seemed to live in the same city where I was on permanent display. My daughter was one of them. She got married and had kids of her own. And she grew old. Her kids grew up and had kids of their own. At some point I lost track of the family line.

I lost track of a lot of things. There was a few years. Maybe decades where I was in storage. I changed cities a few times. Was dropped a story once when I was being craned out of a place. I was half certain I had been snapped in half. But seems that wasn't the case. A few scratches though. Time wore on, and I guess I just entered a long state of not really thinking much. There was no point a lot of the time. Sometimes I kept myself by listening to gossip, trying to figure out what was going on in the world. Other times I just didn't care. I saw from time to time signs of the times. Glimpses of massive cities I didn't recognize, but which had seemingly familiar names. Styles of clothes changing was pretty interesting too. If I didn't have a perma boner, I'm sure I'd of gotten one a few centuries into it given how little folks started going with then.

And well, I guess I wasn't too surprised when I was put in a warehouse for a very very long time. I thought up stories and tunes to pass the time. I'm really surprised I'm not a total looney now. It was a little upsetting when the roof of the warehouse collapsed on top of me. But I guess I'd just become so numb by then... Well. Anyway.

I guess I should be thankful to you for I guess for thawing me out. Or, what ever it is you call it. I know from what Ulvar told me what happened. That there wasn't a lot that could be done otherwise. And though... and though I still have lingering anger for Mel and what she did to me. I guess her technique kind of saving civilization might make up for it. Maybe. I don't know. As I said. My sharpest memory is of that day. It still... still seems just like yesterday. A yesterday ten thousand years ago.

There is one thing I've been wondering though. Did any of them... of me and Mel's decedents, did they survive? I might be a dragon out of time, but I did wonder for a long time about that. I'm not expecting you to know of course. But it is kind of interesting that it was an ibex that dug me out of the rubble.