A Lewd Collection

As if by reflex, you slam the closet door shut. Looking around to make sure that there's nobody else here, of course, there isn't, but you have to be sure, you peek back inside to make sure that you'd seen what you thought you'd seen. You slam it shut again. It's just... it can't be what it looks like. A third time, you try to peer into the closet, opening the door just a crack and looking through. It is what it looks like.

Where you'd once kept all your odds and ends, you now see a bizarre collection of strange rubber fetish... things. You can't think of any better way to explain the collection, it's just a bunch of different rubber fetish things. Not just any such things though, oh no. Rather, this is like some twisted fetishist version of your closet. There had been some jackets hanging inside, but now there are these latex shirts hanging in their places. Some are pink, some are blue, some are black; some cover the whole torso, some have shorter sleeves, some have holes over the nipples; some have strange patterns, like a tiger stripe, cheetah print, or in one case a cow pattern, but most are just one solid colour. You'd also had a couple of belts hanging with those jackets, but now you see harnesses instead, apparently fit for people rather than horses. You'd left some hats on a shelf at the top of the closet, but now there's a weird array of different masks. A few of them are just plain rubber masks with openings for the eyes and mouth, but some leave out the mouth hole, and others have more intricate designs, moulded in the shape of a pig's face, or a dog's, or a horse's. Mixed in with them are some animal ear headbands, most of them bunny or cat ears and all of them apparently meant to replace your regular ones.

You look down to the floor, spotting first an open-butt pair of latex pants where you'd left a pair of snow pants earlier in the year, and then your shoes some now shaped like hooves, others like animal paws, until finally, your eyes fix on a box. It's where you kept all your other random things, things you had no place for, and now it's filled with all manner of disgusting things. Anal plugs some that simply plug, some shaped like tails, dildos again, some with an animal theme, some of excessive size, and some that look perfectly normal, strap-ons... you name the sex toy, and it's probably in that box. At long last, your eyes fixate on the one other thing lying on the floor of the closet: the duck costume, just as you'd left him last night, staring back at you with its empty eye holes, its separate beak a smug grin that seems to say "this is what you get for messing with me".

Closing the closet yet again, you let out a sigh. You'll have to lock the closet, you tell yourself. Not just because of the risk from that duck, of course, but also because of what might happen if someone else managed to stumble on it. Unfortunately, all your locks were in that box that's now filled with sex toys, leaving you in a bit of a-

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The noise makes you jump, and you quickly trace its source: the closet. Something's ramming against the door. You can barely even manage to turn to face it once more before the door splinters apart from another impact, a multicoloured streak flying at you as the entire contents of the closet, now filled with life, rush out and pour onto you.