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The audience of the auction murmured, excited to see the next offerings.

The next to be displayed was a piece of novelty decorative furniture which could double as a chandelier or table center piece depending on your personal tastes, and had an exquisite party trick.

The living furniture seemed almost pallid, despite its beautiful, rich mahogany colored skin, perhaps tanned in the sunny waters of a foreign beach. Or maybe it developed as a trait related to the tannins of a quaint estuary river canopied by splendid tropical rainforest vines and plants.

 It looked like the material was perhaps previously some kind of mer person, with traces of shimmery scales and webbed ears and fingers. It was draped in strands upon strands of lovely ivory and pink pearls, created by its own body. Even its vestigal nipples had been pierced, and strings of pearls pulled them tantalizingly.

It trembled while brought on stage, and was propped up by two men carrying it. They place it on the dias, and twist it elegantly around a coral sculpture.

Its slim limbs looked delicate and ethereal, posed and secured by cuffs encrusted in pearls. Its pose left it looking vulnerable and ready to welcome guests to explore its body and traces of mer blood.

Hidden in the coral was a screwed on piece that could be switched as desired, but by default was a smoothed whale bone and mana stone securing pole. The attendants shoved the squirming piece of furniture onto it, placing the the securing pole in its anus.

The furniture squeaked, which was the only sound it was capable of after consuming its humanoid transformation potion before being claimed as furniture, and tears sprung to its eyes.

It had been foolish, chasing after a handsome human and even drinking a shady potion. But it really was misfortune for the thing.

It tried to wriggle out, but the bone pole was too thick to lift off of without assistance, and it had never learned to use its new human legs, which had soft skin that scraped against the coral if out of place. It wouldnt have been able to run on them either, as each step would feel like the pain of stepping on sharp daggers.

The crowd murmured, mesmerized by the pieces beauty and unique artistic quality for living furniture.

After letting excitement simmer, the auctioneer rung a bell to announce the item. She smiled grandly.

"Yes folks, its our high anticipated product! Sourced and fitted by the renowned interdimensional sorcerer we know and love 'round here."

A few men, women and beasts giggled. They were likely his clientele, of which there were many at this private rich-bloods' establishment.

"Is it not a lovely piece to furnish your mansion? Whether its your vacation villa or your main home, the lovely wooden hue and oceanic theme will match with a natural image, while the pearlescent shimmers look incredible with modern or opulent homes."

Other popular materials included nymphs and elves, whose bodies were magically compatible with mana alterations and living furntiure conversions, alongside the widely available humans.

The aquatic nations were largely isolated and protected in the depths. As more were found or became interested in the land themselves, more and more exaggerated folklore tales were eliminated.

Yet some were not so untrue, as certain races of merfolk really did cry tears of pearls.

With its exaggerated pose, humiliation, and the burning stretch of its delicate anus around the whale bone, the furniture shed a tear, which bubbled into pearls. They were small, but of incredible lustrous appearnace. would take a regular oyster nearly a year to produce only one of this size, whereas several fell in a mere second.

The pearls rolled down its chest like raindrops, making delightful and melodic sounds as it bounced against the dead coral and were guided to a locked collection tray at the base.

The crowd sighed, delighted at the pleasant view and sounds. And the promise of pearls.

There were ample ways to keep the tears coming, though it was required to have periods of rest for proper furniture maintenance and continued pearl quality. The sorcerer personally recommended strong vibrating mana stones, climax prevention spells, or mana stimulation runes to induce tears from furniture, as these methods were easy to switch on and off while the furniture is properly installed.

Of course discounting from provided decorative bases and fucking it was completely acceptable as well.

In place of fascination of undersea beauty or promises of immortality, nobles developed a ravenous greed.

"Can you not imagine this impressive piece adding glamor to your home? What's that I hear? You were hoping for a water feature for something of such oceanic beauty? Do not worry, for a fountain you may receieve, as it comes with water element mana stones!"

With a snap, the water element stones embedded in the whale bone pole began to produce a torrent of water in the anus of the furniture piece, which filled its altered and short digestive tract, and began to spill out of its mouth. The furniture at first felt like it was vomiting.

It still looked lithe and lovely on the outside, but the pressure on its filled guts, the torture of its human male prostate with hard bone and water, and cramping muscles would bring fresh waves of teary pearls every few minutes. They sparkled in the fountain as they fell and sounded against the coral.

Such technological innovation was only possible because of the materials origins as an aquatic being, as even humans enchanted with the highest order of demon curses struggled to be filled all the way through with cum.

In fact, the gills on it were functional, and the furniture could be placed in a filled tank without killing it, even if it was less efficient at drawing oxygen than it had been in its original form. Certain tank setups could even simulate aphyxiation in the water.

"Wanna fish and collect pearls at the same time? Please enjoy another way to decorate with this living furniture-- place it in the skies! Give it a taste of heaven, after finally being found from the deep abyss of the seas."

Another attendent approached while holding a velvet lined chest with several expensive tools.

The announcer pulled one out, revealing a gold anal hook, with a ball the size of a a somewhat small conch, but a large insertion nonetheless. Along the well-crafted hook were several encrusted glittering jewels, each worthy as part of a royal's dowry and imbued with mana powers.

The audience were aflutter-- chattering and leaning in closer to better observe.

"For our friends in the entertainment business, jewelry business or simply inthe business of unique interiors, this one is simply a 'Golden Goose!' We have even included a spell enhanced charm to ensure you are blessed with higher yield of lovely, lovely pearls!"

The attendants began to dismount the living furniture off of the coral sculpture, to its next form as a hanging chandelier. They ignored its squeaky pleas for mercy, which was quite easy to do since they coould barely hear it them in the dinn of the chattering crowd.

While they were careful not to damage it, being rough was not considered a problem as the supernatural had some amount of healing ability. Plus, it would bring the furniture closer to tears and its trove of teary pearls.

They cruelly yanked the furniture's tight hole off of the huge whale bone, and shoved the golden hook inside. Truthfully the hook head was not as thick, but it hurt much more to be hung than simply trying to relax around the sculpture.

Once full inserted, one of the mana jewels activated, vibrating intensely against the furniture prostate. It almost blacked out from the assault of feeling, but remained conscious due to awakening spells.

Net-like macrame ropes held large mana crystals that resonated when ignited by mana spark, and would make rune stims pulse with stinging electric energy that also create the brightness of the lighting if activated by the new owner.

The furniture squeaked desperately. Its eyes rolled and spilled teary pearls as the attendants coldly hoisted up the hook in its ass, and secured its hands and feet into the chandelier. It was again posed in an exaggerated way.

Even suspended and ass clinging tightly, its body couldnt help shaking in its bonds and tugging even harder on the hook. It spasmed in pain and pleasure.

The chandelier too was decorated beautifully with crystals, coral and white whale bone, and the pearls draped around the furniture piece shone like lovely stars in the mana light, including those that pulled its puffy, swollen nipples.

"Isnt the pearl feature so lovely? It is sure to dazzle guests at your dinner table, or perhaps a lover in your bed! Of course, you may also choose to use it as a ceiling fountain fixture as well... Now, please observe as we demonstrate a secret feature of this furniture."

It had tried to hide its human genitals, but the staff had easilh pulled its useless, flopping legs apart to bind them to the chandelier. It had revealled an engorged pair of bumpy human balls, looking more like an egg sack or a small bag of marbles.

There was certainly a market for those who preferred scales on a tail, or tear drop created pearls, but many nobles found the milky quality of semen based pearls appealing.

And again, the value of a unique parlor show and souvenir could not be ignored.

"This living furniture generates beautiful, gorgeous, and uniquely exquisite semen pearls! And of course regular teary pearls-- all without need to operate an entire oyster farm, or capture of healthy mer people! Come, observe how to harvest them."

With a leather paddle shaped like an exotic knot, the auctioneer beat the furniture on its rear.

The knotted paddle, even without mana properties, gave sharp, searing pain without breaking skin.

The furniture screamed, trying to cower, but the mount of the chandelier was very study. Its hot tears streamed down its face, splashing those small, pebble like pearls.

As it struggled, the vibrating hook violently crushed against its prostate and walls, confusing it-- blending the pain and pleasure in its overstimulated brain.

It came, sending large semen pearls scattering from its humanoid cock. The pearls stretched open the urethra, having formed in the testes through a cruel biological and mana modification to simulate the pearl forming properties of its tears. The only lubricant was whatever semen had not been hardened into pearls.

They even offered members of the audience to give it a try themselves, letting them take the knotted paddle to the buttocks, and a slightly more gentle crop to the bulging balls. Each strike would dislodge a few stray beads, but on particularly good ones, the furniture would cum gobs of clustered pearls.

One beastman, whose hairy arms were wide as tree stumps, was very particular. Despite its large stature, imposing horns and aggressive eyes that suggested it would strike with as much strength as possible, the beast man was meticulous about the angle he used the paddle from. It was slow to choose, especially because had never used the knotted switch before.

When it finally chose, it pulled the chain of the anal hook and tapped the paddle against the furniture's buttocks, the furntkure thing gave a guttural wail. It arched its back, crying and flailing uselessly. Its hole clenched tightly around the golden hook. This alone emptied a fourth of its sack of pearls.

"Splendid work!! And what talented folks we have with us tonight, especially our friend the lizardman here! Are you sure its you're first time handling a piece like this? Quite a few skilled members who know just how to treat this masochistic living furniture and wring every pearl from it. Now don't worry-- even if it empties, it won't take long to build up again."

Up close, the audience members admired the furniture's exotic material, and grew more entranced by its beauty.

As they took turns torturing the furniture, some took more interest in feeling out the skin of a bastardized merman.

A human noble, perhaps of more squeamish sensitivities, did not want to even look at the switch. He had had a harsh step-mother who had abused her authority over the second son of the first wife, and so he could not stand the sight of one.

He gently held its hand, with a bit of pity for it. When it made an appreciative sound, the empathetic lad gave it a squeeze, and massaged it.

He moved dowm the body and ran his soft, gentle hands over the blue, shimmery skin of the humanoid cock. He took care to rub against its glans, offering kindness. He enjoyed the warmth of human skin contrasted by the cooling patches of colorful scales. The body of the furniture shivered and spasmed under his touch and the administration of the paddle.

He was most curious about the legs, caressing them with both generosity and academic curiosity. His fingers explored the spell created kneecaps, calves, and ankles.

When the brushed against the arch of the feet, the furniture let out a shrill wall and spilled more pearls and cum.

It appears that even simply touching the feet activated the sensation of knives-- the sharp pain of knives. The unassuming human noble grinned with the efficacy of such a simple action, and the power of his own hands. He gently, cruelly, massaged the soft feet of the living furniture. As it cried in agony, he kissed its leg and stroked its cock.

He observed no difference in color or appearance of the skin on the feet, though he almost expected red welts to appear there.

It remained a lovely light mahogany, as opposed to the rich mahogany of the ass, which had become red and purple. Its new owner would surely enjoy watching it bloom and return to its healthy color over the next few days.

"Alright, enough sampling. Please return to your seats. We have one last item included in the chest and one lucky guest who can test it before we start the bidding."

The crowd eventually sent back to their seats with an impressive, self harvested semen pearls in hand to seduce them for a higher bid.

The auctioneer pulled out a long gag to be inserted down the furniture's throat.

Not only would it constant and reliably activate the throats gag reflex and give it the pain of choking, it also served as a fountain head to disperse water more aesthetically. It had ribs and bumps, specially placed to irritate the throat. Of course, the purpose was to induce tears.

They picked out a guest who looked like they had a long cock. He happily sauntered to the stage and rammed his cock down the furniture's throat. The guest shuddered from the incredible squeezes of the suffocating living furniture. It tried to open its throat more, but was unable to.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Choke on it and get me some nice, big ol' pearlies."

He stared down at the ashamed, exhausted, yet beautiful face of the furniture. Its gorgeous eyes were so wet and tinged with suffering, yet its flushed cheeks and heated gaze also betrayed enjoyment. Tears continued to fall steadily from its eyes, leaving many tear stains as they bubbled into pearls.

Beneath the loud, pained choking and sloppy sounds of fucking, its squeaks came between moans. It grinded against the hook it was hanging from, and came again.

Though it seemed its crying would never end, the sack of semen pearls was clearly almost spent.

At this point, most of the audience was no longer payimg attention to the show or the demonstration of the gag, but whispering amongst themselves and checking their nightly budgets.

"Everyone is certainly envigorated by that display! We dont mean to rush you, but there are many other scintillating items on the docket tonight, so we simply must move on..."

They rang the bell again, and slammed their wooden gavel. "We'd like to start the bidding at a modest 200 large gold coins... do I hear 210? 210 large coins! Incredible, I have a 250, 250 large gold coins..."

Pace quickened, but it had already been quite out of budget for any lower noble in attendance, before becoming astronomically unattainable for even royals.

When the bid finally petered off, the room was feeling riotus. The deviants who liked the artistic value of the living future were arguing with those who were attracted to the market potential of it, not to mention those who were avid mer person collectors.

They bitterly claimed the other parties had less of a right to the product, not knowing who the winner counted as.

"Order, there must be order to continue!" The auctioneer demanded. "We cannot promise another product of matching properties, but you won't be disappointed by the other work available tonight!"

 Behind them, the attendants cleaned the dias, dismounted the furniture, and began packing the chest, fountain base, and chandelier base. They pulled the anal hook out of the furniture's bruised hole, and it slumped against them.

Tears no longer fell from its eyes, nor pearls.

A masked man from the audience directly stepped up to the stage to collect the furniture. Security nearly cut his head off, but he calmly showed him the sigil of his family and business, that matched the mana identification of the winner.

The attendants quickly packed the props and extra items, which were whisked behind the stage curtain to be delivered to the winner's home.

The winner cradled the furniture like it was delicate and would break if held wrong. He turned to his companion, who was tapping their guild card to the auctioneers' card.

She turned to him and pouted. "You better let me get a dog. After how much you spent today, you can't tell me that wolverines are too expensive to buy! Don't you have any love for your sister?!"

He ignored her.

"It's simply ridiculous how long it took me to find a nice fountain for the foyer," she said. "Let's skip dinner in town and set it up."

.End