Moving to Hornytown had been a delight! True to its name, there were plenty of horny showcases all around the city. Public nudity and sex were legal, but for Vee, what attracted him the most were the various decorations around town. Numerous furs volunteered to become ornaments in all sorts of forms. Many empty plinths were scattered all around the town for anyone to step up and strike a pose. Some more specialized exhibits took some setup; in this case, a department called Hornytown Office of Beauty handled the preparations.
Most pieces of artwork were helped by the nature of their art: being petrified to be made of stone, being encased in a resin block, and so on. Once they struck a pose, the substance did the rest of the job, they weren't going to move even if they wanted to. (And given that they volunteered, why would they want to?) There were some that simply held onto the pose, though! A vast majority of this nature were people encased in a rubber suit. For them, having to hold their pose by their own will was a great way to show how serious they were about being art.
It didn't take long for Vee to sign up to the office, and he explained his concept. He would be encased in a rubber suit, complete and total. No holes whatsoever, not even any nose. Not that it would be a problem — there was the technology to handle biological needs while people became art, he wouldn't need to breathe. A completely blank, featureless face, with no signs of eyes or mouth or anything. Yet otherwise, the suit would bear his colors, the milk chocolate brown with white neck fluff and tail tip. He would stand and strike a confident, casual pose. To the viewers, he would seem oblivious to the fact that he would have no face, or be forbidden from moving. He added other details, like a long, deep gag and plug to fill his mouth and rear for the entire duration, and he was set to go.
Duration. How long would it be? He thought about it and eventually decided on a month. This was one of the longer durations among exhibits; most people went for a week or two. He figured a month would be long enough to feel the long-term effects, to get very well acquainted at being a statue. A few furs actually went for a much longer time, including years and even centuries, being effectively permanent. He was certainly intrigued at the prospect, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to go for that. At the very least, having a definite end time meant he could later choose to become other works of art, or even the same one, without having to commit to it early. The wolf manning the office confirmed that everything was recorded, and that they would work on the preparations.
Merely three days later, Vee was called by the office. He was informed that the suit and everything else was ready, and that he could begin the same day, if he was good to go. Oh, he absolutely was. He was invited to his plinth in Central Park. His suit and insertions were brought up to him, and he was asked if there were any last-minute changes, if he had any second thoughts. There were none; he was ready, after all!
There was a small audience gathered this afternoon, passersby who were curious of a new exhibit. They all got a good look at the two plugs being slid into the Eevee's holes. One for his muzzle, the other for his rear. They were both rather mighty in size, yet the Eevee handled them gracefully. The entire gag fit in, allowing Vee to mostly close his lips to his muzzle appeared sort of normal. Similarly, the whole plug vanished under his tail, with just a little base poking out. Vee was null, which means his crotch was completely blank and smooth; he figured this would add to the casual look. Without any sort of bulge or lewdness, his confident pose would look even more enticing for people, like he was a perfectly normal statue.
With the insertions in place, it was time for Vee to insert his own self into the suit. From the opening on the back, his legs fit into the two long sheaths of soft padded rubber at the bottom, and his arms followed into their own slots. The suit was a perfect fit, and he could feel the rubber squeezing him lightly. His waist and tail were next, with a bit of difficulty given his long tail, but he was not in a hurry and let the office workers help him fit into the suit.
The rest of the torso followed soon after, and then it was only the head remaining. Vee gave a nod, and worked his remaining part into the suit. Once again, his long ears posed a bit of a trouble, but it didn't take long until he was done. By this time, there was a slightly larger crowd, and a few of the audience had been recording the suiting.
It was time for the final preparations. The zipper on the back was pulled up, completely hiding Vee underneath the thick padded rubber. As requested, there was absolutely no hole on the suit, no flesh exposed. A strip of rubber was pressed against the zipper, blending in perfectly with the suit to give the impression that there was absolutely no way out.
Vee then took his pose: arms on his sides, one leg slightly bent, his tail raised somewhat. And... freeze. He kept that pose, wanting to be a perfect statue. He looked adorable all over, being all casual and nice. The gag in his muzzle was essentially completely hidden in the rubber, and it took a great deal of effort to spot the base of the toy underneath his tail, the only sign that this statue might be more lewd than it seemed.
With that, the new exhibit was complete. A plaque was installed, giving him the title "The Rubber Eevee". It was followed by the usual flamboyant exposition of art, such as "featureless", "peacefulness", and "proud to show himself to the world". Hey, it was all true. The audience gave an applause, and Vee couldn't be happier.
Over the next four weeks, Vee stood there, completely still. Even though the plaque said the exhibit was only active "8am – 8pm", Vee never once moved from his spot. The rubber suit served as a protection from the elements, so he could remain comfortable even in rain or wind. Many people came to Central Park to see him — okay, other exhibits too, but mostly him.
In addition, starting from week two, the plaque got an addendum, to clarify that it was okay for people to touch and feel him up. Even as hands caressed his sleek rubber suit, even as curious paws groped his null crotch and plugged rear, not once did he make a single movement. All the teasing absolutely added to his experience, though, and he was always held at the peak of bliss and arousal.
He was definitely a top attraction of the entire town, and he couldn't be happier.
Ending 1: Long-term (but not permanent)
It was 31 days after Vee was first encased, although he lost track of time very quickly. Visiting him in the morning were several furs from the Hornytown Office of Beauty: a couple of workers, plus a tiger representative.
"Hello, Vee. You've been quite the talk of the town," the tiger spoke. Vee did not respond, but there's the slightest twitch of movement on his ears.
The workers fiddled with the back of his suit, looking for the strip of latex that hid the zipper. They had done an excellent job a month ago, that they had some trouble spotting the strip. Finally though, they found it.
Vee himself could feel the fiddling behind his back. Oh, was it time for him to step down? He admitted it was disappointing, he loved being a statue. But that just meant he could be another display.
"Today is the day you're released," the tiger continued, as the workers took off the strip and brought the zipper down. After his head was removed from the suit and his gag was taken off, the tiger asked, "How's your experience?"
Vee blushed, with such rosy cheeks, but he was smiling. "O-oh, I loved it so much. That was an incredible experience," he responded. He quickly asked, "C-can I do more?"
The tiger raised his brows. "With how popular you are, we would certainly love that. How about..." He thought for a few moments, before offering. "We renew your 'contract' every month. The first day of the month is your free day, so you can recuperate. If you wish to extend it for another month, you'll be back here at the second, and all the way to the end of the month."
Somehow, Vee's wide smile grew bigger. "Is that possible?" the Eevee asked. "I would love that! Starting as soon as possible!"
"It's certainly possible," the tiger replied calmly, yet with a little grin. "It also happens to be the second of the month right now..."
Later that afternoon, some passersby were mildly surprised the exhibit was still standing, but they sure didn't mind, it was an excellent piece. Vee, too, returned to his blissful, euphoric state for the next month. And he was sure he would renew it for many more months ahead. He was horny in Hornytown, and all was right.
Ending 2: Permanent
It was 31 days after Vee was first encased, although he lost track of time very quickly. Visiting him in the morning were several furs from the Hornytown Office of Beauty: a couple of workers, plus a tiger representative.
"Hello, Vee. You've been quite the talk of the town," the tiger spoke. Vee did not respond, but there's the slightest twitch of movement of his ears.
The workers began painting and spraying some sort of clear substance onto the rubber display. In the meantime, the tiger simply continued, "In your home, we found out a wish you wrote, that you actually wanted to become an exhibit permanently."
Oh. *That* note. He did write that before leaving for his suiting a month ago. It was true then, and honestly? Yeah, it's still true now.
The spraying continued, adding some sort of reflective sheen to the suit. More importantly, Vee could feel himself hardening up.
"With your popularity, we would love you to contribute permanently to the town. In fact, we have arranged to do it, at this very moment."
The padded rubber hid Vee's blush. The fact that this decision was made without his direct input was quite surprising. But he couldn't deny it, it was hot as hell, and he would fully agree anyway.
The workers finished their work, and Vee couldn't move a single muscle. It was a resin coating, light enough to keep him shiny and visible, yet rigid enough that it did not allow for the slightest bit of movement. He had changed from a statue by his own will, into a statue enforced by resin.
The tiger wraps up his talk. "Today is the day you would have been released. Instead, today will mark the day you become a permanent property of Hornytown. Thank you for your contribution, Vee!"
And as the tiger and the workers left, Vee felt a shudder coursing throughout his body, the realization and arousal from being a permanent show piece. He was horny in Hornytown, and all was right.