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The First Sale.

~Yard Sale, find all your needs here~ a mouse read off a huge sign as she drove by a grassy field with rows of tables set out. She looked over at the broken computer sitting on her small car's passenger seat "Useless garbage," She muttered as she pulled into the dirt square that served as the sale's parking lot. After slinging her scarf over her shoulder the pink furred rodent grabbed the broken piece of technology and started to browse the tables.

Most of the electronic stuff was random junk, broken TVs, a couple of soviet era radios, a waffle iron that looked possessed by some sort of demon. "I knew it was too good to be true." she grumbled, her long pink tail slashed at the air in anger till a certain table caught her eyes.

Sitting behind the table a pudgy raccoon with a very fox-like look to him sat. He had two boxes sitting next to him but there was only one thing on his table, a small sign saying he could replace any broken item. She shrugged her shoulders as she started to walk over.

"Hello, looking for something?" The seller spoke softly, his voice sounded like sunshine, warm and comforting. Very different from pushy or rude sellers at the other tables. She couldn't help but notice as the boxes seemed to shake and move on their own.

"Um," she looked down at the boxes, a brief glimpse of something brown and furry was the only hint at what was inside. "My laptop died, do you have something?" She said stealing a sideways glance as the seller flipped something back into the box with his foot paw.

"Hmm, a laptop, I'm sure I can find something that will work. Come back in a half hour," he instructed. "Oh, leave the broken one. That way I can do something that's better."

The mouse huffed and set the computer on the table turned to browse another seller's table. "He looks crazy and what does he have in those boxes?" she wondered to herself as she picked up an old Walkman from some rabbit's table.

The foon looked down and smiled the moment the mouse walked away he reached inside the box and pulled up a furry brown wolf head. "Wakey Wakey Sabrina," He muttered as he pet the sleepy wolf head.

"Somebody bought me, Saila?" it asked as it yawned with its tongue hanging out. It's ears wiggled as Saila gently plucked them off. "Hey, my ears," The head whined as the fluffy triangles wiggled in the paw holding them.

"Calm down, Sab." Saila gently rubbed the wolf's muzzle. "They aren't needed. It's better if somebody else that needs them , gets them. Right?" he continued.

The head pouted and huffed as the wiggling appendages were dropped into the box. "Fine, but they better not become something lame like ear muffs."

"I promise," Saila chuckled as he inspected the mouse's laptop. "Now, how do I go about making one of these? Christ, I remember when a simple abacus was a big deal." His paw tapped on the worn pink plastic shell of the device. He opened the laptop and studied the screen, keyboard and ports. "Ok I think I got it." He chuckled as his paws tested every parameter of the laptop.

"Oh! I'm going to be that?" The wolf head asked as she watched, amazed as always of Saila's abilities. The foon chuckled as he brought his paws over and gently started to press into the wolf's head. Sabrina shuddered, nibbling her lower lip at the familiar jolt of power as the foon worked.

The foon's right paw slid down to cover the wolf's muzzle. Sabrina let out a muffled squeak of surprise as the paw smooshed the muzzle till it disappeared into the wolf's face. Sabrina blinked suddenly, losing the ability to make sounds or even breath, her eyes however shone with delight from the changes.

The paw continued to press into the wolf head, which now looked more like a soccer ball. Saila lifted the head up between his paws and pressed the wolf out till she was a flat circle. Her face looked like a silly putty printing as the foon pulled out a rolling pin and spread the wolf out into a rectangle sheet.

The mouse, curious, peeked over gasping as she watched the head get disassembled, squished and laid out over the broken laptop. She couldn't help but stare, a china teapot clutched in her paws as the foon smoothed the wolf over the outer shell. It looked like a Nintendo DS skin as the wolf was wrapped around the screen and keyboard.

She set the pot down and tried to sneak over to get a better view of the strange ritual. Saila looked up and waved. "Come on over I'm almost done." he called as he reached down pulling out a very squirmy wolf tail. He smoothed out the fur till it was plastic looking and pulled it out till it was several feet long and as thin as a charging cable. At the tip he pinched and formed a small two prong plug.

The mouse stepped up looking over at the old new device. No longer was it pink but brown, the top was still covered in short wolf fur. "Umm, I don't know what to say."

"How about you turn it on." Saila advised with a helpful tone.

The mouse pressed the power button on the side of the furry computer.

"Hehe" It giggled as the screen lit up. The black background was replaced with a cartoony wolf face. "Please input Username..... Please input Username." flashed on the screen. The wolf kept looking down at the text then back up at the mouse.

The mouse shrugged and started to type: S O L S T I C E. With every key pressed the wolf face giggled or made funny faces. Solstice pressed the enter button making the digital wolf moan softly, little hearts fluttered out of its eyes and covered the screen.

"Hi Solstice I am your S.V.A. " Sabrina Virtual Assistant flashed on the screen as the wolf stuck her tongue out at it. "You can call me Sab though."

"Um, hi Sab." Solstice stammered as she ran a finger over the touch-pad. The wolf on the screen blushed and panted as the mouse opened the documents folder.

"Ohh, Yes click that." The computer moaned making Solstice blush and hurriedly turn the volume on mute.

"Hey!" The mouse squeaked in excitement as the folder she just opened displayed all the art files she had thought lost when the device shorted out. "Thank you! Thank you!" She excitedly exclaimed as she clicked around finding every file and program was right where it should be and working.

"That would be five bucks," Saila chuckled, holding out his paw for the cash. He smiled as Solstice fished out a crumpled twenty for a pocket hidden on her scarf and deposited it in the foon's paw.

"Keep the change. Um, do I need to charge it all?" She asked as she picked up the cable and tried to find the power port.

"Yeah it's right here," Saila pointed to a small hole in the back of the computer.

"Thanx," she said as she plugged the hole and picked up the computer. The wolf was panting silently as its port was filled. Solstice giggled and closed the lid hiding Sabrina's face before she waved goodbye and scurried off to work some more on her art.

"What a nice girl," Saila chuckled as a hellhound approached the table. Next to her a small dirty imp carried two tea cups.

Sale Two: Teacup Ears

"Hello Mam," The foon smiled up at the large creature as she had her minion set the tea cups on the table. Right away his keen nose alerted to the presence of brimstone and soot. He smiled up at the large canine like critter then at the tea cups.

The large feral canine stood over six feet tall giving her a fierce look. Her huge body rippled with firm powerful muscles that conflicted with small delicate cups she had been carrying. She sat with a thump in front of the table. With a brief glance the foon could see a small bow tied to the demon's cropped tail.

Her muzzle contained sharp fangs and upward tusks, while a large purple scar kept her left eye closed. Her right eye shone brightly with energy as she studied the foon. She could tell he was no mortal, but he didn't have the aura of a demon and the power he exuded was very different then an angels.

"Hello, " She spoke, little wisps of smoke curled around her tusks and drifted up around the two ebony ram-like horns that adorned her head as she greeted him. Both recognized each other for they truly were, creatures of power. "I have a few extra guests coming over for tea and biscuits can you make me a matching set?" She raised the eyebrow of her glowing ember eye as the boxes started to shudder.

A passing by raccoon only saw a mature rottweiler and a small rat assistant. The canine's red hair was tied into a bun and was wearing a pair of wire glasses while speaking to an elderly arctic fox gentleman about some tea cups. He waved before passing onto a table littered with Magic the Gathering cards.

"Mortals," The hellhound librarian chuckled as she watched the foon pull out two wiggling wolf ears. He clasped his paws around them and squeezed till the furry appendages merged into a ball of brown clay. He set out a dish full of a crushed white powder and a pottery wheel.

The foon nodded as he started to mix in the white powder with the clay, kneading it together till it was well combined. He split the lump into equally sized balls and started the pottery wheel. It hummed to life, spinning as he used his nimble finger to form out a small delicate cup. Once he had the basic shape he pulled the cup off the wheel and formed out the small handle.

"Oh that looks nice," the hell hound remarked as she watched the foon repeat the same steps with a second cup. As he reached under his table for a kiln. "No no, let me handle that," She spoke softly as the little soot rat imp lifted one of the clay cups to her muzzle and blew. A small but incredibly hot flame licked at the cup.

The clay cup took on a reddish hue as it heated up, till it started to harden. The hound closed her muzzle and let the cup cool in her imp's paws. Once it cooled it set the bone white cup on the table and proceeded to lift the second cup to be fired. After she finished it was set next to the other cup. Both were a soft white with a pinkish glow. She used a huge feral paw lining them up with the cups she had brought and smiled. They were a perfect match.

"Oh thank you, sir. Now I can have my tea party." Her imp scooped up the cups carefully and set a small piece of parchment on the table. "Stop by the library sometime and we can have tea."

The foon bowed and scooped the paper off the table. After he stashed the parchment away he watched as the scary yet polite demon seemed to fade into the ground. He smiled as the demon passed back into the underworld making a mental note to pay her a visit in the near future.

The Third Sale: Soft Panties (NSFW)

The foon just finished putting away the pottery making tools as his third customer of the day walked up. He looked up into the face of a blue and white rabbit. Besides the color of her fur several things set her apart from others of her species. For one, she lacked arms. Her shoulders were rounded off, not even a nub to indicate there had been arms there.

Adorning her back were a pair of large wings wings, feathers tipped in white. Adorning her head, right between her long bunny ears a pair of antlers was visible. Each one just shorter then the ears flanking it. Then there was the stitched seam running all the way from the crown of her head down her face, neck, right between her bosom, down her stomach, and finally right to her exposed petals. It was clear this wasn't your ordinary every day rabbit. She was a living plush, one that was smiling and waiting for him to finish.

"Good afternoon," She spoke, her voice was friendly with an undertone of authority that rivaled the demoness who stood in the exact same spot not too much earlier. She looked down at the boxes and smiled. "I was told I could find something special here."

"What would you be looking for?" The foon replied back with a sly grin. The old salesman could tell what the plush was after by how often her eyes darted to a particular box.

The plush simply smiled, "I would like a pair of silky panties. They need to be real touchy feel."

"I think I have just what you need in here," The foon reached down and fished in one of the boxes. "Now come on stop squirming," he chided as he pulled up the pink folds of a wolf. "Will this do?"

The rabbit's eyes glowed as she nodded. "Oh those are perfect. Are they still very sensitive?" She asked as the foon laid the quivering wolf sex on the table.

"Of course, each part is still connected." He ran a finger across the slit and teased the wolf's button as a demonstration. Both boxes rattled as the parts got real squirmy. Elsewhere a laptop started to moan and two teacups shook spilling tea as a demoness tried to hold them still.

The bunny grinned even more. "So how are they going to become panties?" She asked, one of her ears flicked with curiosity.

The foon simply smiled as he set out a roller machine on the table. He lifted the plump wolf sex off the table and gently fed it between the two large drums. As he fed the wolf sex through the machine by turning a large handle, it grew flatter and the boxes shifted more in excitement. Pass after pass made the pink petals spread out till it was so thin it was almost see through.

"I might have to get me one of those," the bunny said as she watched as the rollers were set aside. The plump wolf cunny was now a pile of thin silk like cloth as the foon set out a sewing needle and some thread.

"Oh, do not worry. It won't hurt a bit. All they will feel is a slit prick." The foon reassured the plush who had a look of concern. The foon started to fold the bolt of wolf silk till it resembled a pair of lush pink panties. The wolf clit was turned to the inside as the cloth was poked by the sewing needle.

The boxes of wolf-taur parts leaped several inches off the ground he stitched along the seams till the pair of undergarments was complete. The boxes settled down as the foon held out the pair for his client to inspect.

"Those look lovely," she spoke as she leaned in rubbing the soft fabric against her cheek gently. The boxes squirmed at the intimate touch as the bun smiled. "They are even softer than I hoped."

"Would you like me to help you put them on, Mam?' the foon asked.

"It is Claire dear. Not Mam," She retorted as she lifted one of her hoppers. The foon nodded as he slipped the panties over the plush foot. Claire gently set her foot down and lifted the other and soon the foon was blushing as he stared up into Claire's flower as he pulled the panties up snugly.

"They look lovely on you Claire," the foon complimented as the bunny rubbed her legs together enjoying the soft feel and delighting in the shuffles and squirms of the remaining parts hidden away in the boxes.

"Why, thank you fine sir." She paid the foon's fee of two dollars as an otter started to poke through one of the boxes.

The Fourth Sale: Tongue Swap (NSFW)

"Hey young sir! Ask before you just start digging through other people's stuff," The foon tapped his foot as the otter epped and dropped the paw he held back into the box.

"I'm sorry. Just couldn't help myself after watching what you did for that bunny." he explained a sheepish blush made his cheeks pink. "I'm Josh and I sorta collect parts."

The foon nodded as he gently pet the wolf parts to calm them. "I see. I'm Saila what are you looking for?" the foon sat as he watched the otter furrowed his brows in thought.

"I could use a new cock in my collection. Do you have one?" Josh blushed as the foon reached down into a box and pulled out a rock hard wolf member complete with a fuzzy brown sack dangling under it.

"Will this do?" The wolf member twitched in the foon's paw as it glistened from slick pre running out the tip. Saila held it out closer for the otter to inspect.

"Oh, that looks perfect," The otter smiled leaning in real close. "Do the balls detach?" He asked with his tongue hanging out."

"They do," Saila turned the wolf pole around and gently popped the pouch off. Saila set the sack on the table as he handed the member over to the otter.

"Josh took the warm throbbing wolf cock in his paws but eked as he slipped on a patch of wet grass. The otter and cock tumbled to the ground as Josh tipped the table over as he tried to catch himself. He landed on his back with a thud as the wolf cock landed right in his muzzle. The wolf pouch ended up landing just above the otter's slit.

"You ok?" The foon asked with concern as he lifted the table, setting it back into place. He held out a paw to help the fallen otter to their feet.

"Than..." Josh started to thank the older gentlemen till he noticed his muzzle was much fuller than it had been moments ago. He stuck his tongue out and his eyes crossed as he stared at the 6 inches of wolf dong hanging out. His cheeks bulged out with a fat knot as he just stood there in shock.

"Opps that is not the only thing that stuck," The foon chuckled and pointed down towards the otter's crotch.

Josh lowered his paws and squeaked around his cock tongue. Dangling right above his slit was a hefty wolf pouch complete with two lemon sized balls. He gave them a soft squeeze and moaned. His muzzle started to drip sticky wolf pre the more he explored the new additions.

"Well, I hope you enjoy them." Saila chuckled as the distracted otter paid him then started to walk off. "Hey!" The foon started to call out to the otter as he wanted to inform that the parts would be stuck for at least a few hours. The otter however was already out of earshot.

As Saila started to sit back down a large dracopard taur started to walk towards his table.

The Fifth Sale: Breezy Tails

"Ugh, why it is so hot out here," the large taur whined as he frantically fanned himself with a paw as he browsed the various stalls. A fan caught his attention but it was missing the blades. "If I find some fan blades I'll come back for it," the taur muttered as he panted. Eventually he wandered towards a table where an elderly foon sat under a large brown umbrella. The table was filled with the usual trinkets and junk found around the flea market, but leaning up against the table was a tall box with the picture of an oscillating fan.

"Hey how much for the fan?" The taur asked as he flopped under the umbrella, grateful for the cool shady spot to rest. His large tail swished back and forth as he continued to fan himself.

"Five dollars," The foon responded as he walked over to the box and picked it up.

"Let me help you," The taur said, reaching out to help the older gentleman as the box tipped over. The faded top opened and spilled out a pair of fluffy tails and a large wolf hind leg. "Hey, that is not a fan." The dracopard stumbled backwards with an embarrassed look on his face as if he knew just what the parts came from.

The foon just smiled as he picked up the pieces. "Not yet they aren't," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. After clearing off the table he laid the hind quarter on the table with the fluffy tails to the side.

"They can become a fan?" the large customer asked leaning in close to watch.

"Sure, anything can become anything if you just believe enough," The foon chortled as he grasped the wolf paw with his fingers. As if by magic he stretched the leg out till it resembled a long pole with a paw shaped base. His paws worked up the pole, molding the wolf hip into something like a motor.

"Wow," The taur scratched his head confused but intrigued by the transformation. He couldn't help it as his mind wandered and wondered what some of his parts could become but all he imagined was himself in a large pile.

The foon continued to work, reaching into the box to pull out a wolf's flat-chested torso. He laid it out on the table and started to work into a round cage. Once the basic shape was formed the cage was split in half, with the back being installed on the pole. The foon turned his attention to the twin tails.

"Oh those are gonna be the fan blades," the taur commented as he continued to daydream.

"Yep, they sure are," was the reply as the foon pressed the soft tails flat. He continued to press and shape the tails till they looked like smooth plastic. With the blades complete the final product was quickly assembled and the front of the cage was attached.

"How does it work?" The dracopard asked, noting there was no power cord.

"Oh, just press the big tow to start it or turn it off. The other toes control the speed." The foon pressed the big toe and the last toe as he set the strange fan in front of the dracopard.

"Sweet!," the taur exclaimed as he felt a very strong cold breeze wash over his face. His paw felt around and he sheepishly grinned, forgetting he was stark naked and had only come over to the flea market because it looked more fun than walking on the hot sidewalk. "Um, I'm sorry I don't have any money.

"Well, that is a problem." The foon studied the large taur then smiled as an idea came to mind. "How about you give me your lower half in exchange. You can hang around my booth till later and I'll carry you home."

The taur gasped and blushed. He nodded slowly, his thick tail slapping the ground.

"Excellent," The foon reached up and plucked the dracopard's upper torso right off the lower feral body. He set the upper half in front of the fan and turned to the much larger bottom half. "Are you able to control your lower half?" He asked the dracopard's upper torso.

The taur nodded and made his lower half walk behind the table to where the foon was pointing at. "I'm Achaius, by the way."

"I'm Saila," The foon smiled as he sat back down happy to have some company for the rest of the selling day."

The Final Sale: Fancy Coat

"Do you have anything fancy to wear?" a large dragoness asked as the sun started to set. "I have an important date to go to later." The dark skinned dragoness was completely naked, only the square gold piercings in her thick nipples, a gold neck ring with a glowing purple amethyst, and two golden prosthetic arms adorned her body.

"Let me see what we have here," The foon looked over at the large dracopard body he just recently acquired and shook his head. The grey spotted fur would just blend in with the dragoness's already natural grey and black coloring. "Oh!," he dug around a large box pulling a large roll of brown fur. "I knew this would come in handy."

The dragoness tilted her head, "You're gonna make me something?" She asked as a faint yawn from beside her caught her attention.

"Trust him he's good," A sleepy dracopard yawned as he rested on a hammock made from his former legs and some fabric. His head was propped up under a paw as he watched the foon unroll the fur.

The foon's paws measured out a large portion of the soft wolf fur and snipped it free from the roll. He walked over to where the dragoness was watching and slung the fabric over her shoulders. As soon as the pink inner layer made contact to dragon scales it clung on. The fur with a life of its own started to cover the dragoness, swiftly taking on the form of a rudimentary stroller jacket.

"Oh, ok," The dragoness said as she found herself suddenly wrapped in furry brown fabric. The inner layer of the fur was warm, even a bit damp as it hugged tightly to her scales. "What is going on here?" she asked with a bit of alarm as the fur seemed to move on its own.

"Don't worry. It is perfectly normal, Sabrina is making sure she fits right," The foon explained he walked around the dragoness. He gave the living fur a hand by smoothing out wrinkles and tugging other places till a basic looking fur coat was formed.

The coat managed to cover the dragoness's large chest, even concealing her impossible to miss cock and balls. The sleeves fit just right the golden prosthetic arms, stopping right at the mechanical wrists. "It feels a bit weird," the dragoness said as the foon used some extra fur from the roll to create a fluffy trim along the neck and down the front.

"There we go all done. The perfect going out coat and no matter what she'll always fit perfectly." The foon smiled proudly of the work, not a bit of wolf fur was left over. "This one is on the house lovely lady," He said as he started to pack up his table.

"Thank you," the dragoness grinned, running her cold metal fingers over the coat. "I wish I could feel it but I'm sure my partner will love it. If you are ever looking for a fun time drop by the Chopping Block. I'm the owner Riley."

"I think I just might," The foon grinned as he stuffed the dracopard's lower torso into a box that should have been much too small. He continued to pack up as as Riley strolled off to her date night.