Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

The Waifu & Husbando Stores (Original Supernatural)

Commission

Themes: Bad End, Loving Sex, Nonhuman Sex

Summary: A smut piece based on the old "Husband and Wife Store" joke. A woman and man enter the Husbando and Waifu stores respectively searching for eternal companionship. Good news, they both find it!

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Daphne Silvermill huffs as she stops in front of her destination. The conversations she'd been having with her so-called 'friends' over the last few weeks play out in her head and she huffs even harder.

Honestly! She was NOT spoiled. She definitely wasn't impossible to please! Just because she'd been born to one of the richest families in New York and raised in the lap of luxury didn't mean Daphne wasn't worldly! Sure, she'd never worked a day in her life, but that was just par for the course when you were as rich as she was… and as beautiful too.

Yes, it wasn't even egotistical to say that Daphne was a gorgeous woman. She hadn't needed more than a little plastic surgery here and there to accentuate her beauty as well! Unlike all those women who got Botox out the ass and went under the knife half a dozen times only to wind up looking like absolute ghouls, Daphne had kept such things to a minimum for herself… and she looked all the better for it.

She was a blonde bombshell of a woman and a damn good catch… and yet, she had struggled to find a man who met her exacting standards. It wasn't like she was asking for much… all she wanted was a man who would take care of her and cherish her. Was that really too much to ask?

Of course, with the death of her father and the… unfortunate discovery of his illegal activities, Daphne's luxury lifestyle was in danger of collapsing in on itself. Luckily, she was an only child… so what little legal wealth was left to the Silvermill name after all of the vultures took their bites had gone entirely too her. Still, it wasn't enough… it wasn't enough by a long shot.

Daphne needed a man who would take care of her. She was smart enough to know she had no real marketable skills… and confident enough to know she didn't need them. All she needed was to find a husband that would appreciate her for who she really was and pamper and take care of her for the rest of her days.

Alas, her family name didn't quite have the purchasing power it once did, both metaphorically and literally. She'd had a few dates here and there since her father passed and everything got settled with the courts, but nobody really passed muster. Which was what brought Daphne here today, standing on the sidewalk outside of one of New York's most infamous stores. It'd shown up about a year ago now and had already developed… quite the reputation alongside its sister store.

Glancing behind her across the street, Daphne scoffs at "The Waifu Store". So stupid. And yet… turning back around, she looks up at what she hopes will be the answer to all of her problems. "The Husbando Store". Letting out a sigh, Daphne shakes her head and walks forward, determined to find a Husband once and for all, even if it costs her every last penny she has left.

Entering the building, she's taken aback at first. On the one hand, the architecture is VERY fancy. Marble flooring with rivers of gold running through it, large pillars of much the same, a crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling. On the other hand… there's no one there to help her. Surely there should be a receptionist or something, right?

After hesitating for a moment (she actually stands there for several minutes waiting to be served) Daphne finally forges onward, frowning now as she makes her way down the hall. There, she finds herself faced with two options along with some written instructions in a plaque emblazoned on the wall. On the one side is a door. On the other side is an elevator. And the plaque… well, the plaque explains things well enough.

The Rules of the Husbando Store are as follows:

You may only visit the Husbando Store ONE time. NO Refunds or Returns.
There are six floors and the value of the product for sale increases as you ascend to each floor.
You may choose to peruse the products on a particular floor or you may choose to go up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building.

You are currently on Floor One of the Husbando Store. Floor One Husbandos are guaranteed to have stable, lucrative careers.

Daphne perks up at that last bit. A man with a solid, extremely lucrative career was EXACTLY what she was here for. And the prices for Floor One Husbandos were even written out beneath the plaque… they were incredibly reasonable and exceptionally cheap. Way under her budget.

… But ultimately, the blonde heiress doesn't bother even glancing at the Floor One Door. Instead, she steps into the elevator and lets it carry her up to Floor Two. After all, why would she settle for just the basics when she could have even more?

Coming off on Floor Two, Daphne whips back around again to read what this floor has to offer.

You are currently on Floor Two of the Husbando Store. Floor Two Husbandos are guaranteed to have stable, lucrative careers and love the prospect of raising children.

Oh, that wasn't bad either. Daphne did want to be a mother one day… so having a husband who could provide for her AND who would love their children along with her… well, that was ideal. And yet… back into the elevator she goes. Onwards to Floor Three.

You are currently on Floor Three of the Husbando Store. Floor Three Husbandos are guaranteed to have stable, lucrative careers and love the prospect of raising children. They are also all extremely good looking.

W-What?! Where the Husbandos on the first two floors all ugly or something? Daphne can only thank her lucky stars that she held out for Floor Three, because while looks weren't necessarily a dealbreaker, they were certainly a priority! Still… she hadn't even reached the upper end of her budget yet! Back into the elevator. 

You are currently on Floor Four of the Husbando Store. Floor Four Husbandos are guaranteed to have stable, lucrative careers and love the prospect of raising children. They are also all extremely good looking and will help with housework.

For the first time, Daphne wrinkles her nose. Help with the housework? Well, that was rather useless, wasn't it? Obviously, they would just hire serving staff to help with that sort of thing off of the back of her new husband's lucrative career. It just made sense. Even still… the price really wasn't going up all that much with each floor. If things continued, then she would be well within her budget on the Fifth and Sixth Floors too. So… Daphne goes back into the elevator, hoping the Fifth Floor would have something more worth her while.

You are currently on Floor Five of the Husbando Store. Floor Five Husbandos are guaranteed to have stable, lucrative careers and love the prospect of raising children. They are also all extremely good looking and will help with housework. On top of all of that, they have a strong romantic streak as well.

O-Oh. Daphne finds herself blushing a little bit. Growing up as she did, it wasn't like she expected love to factor into her marriage. Heck, she was here to BUY a husband, after all. And yet... apparently some part of her wanted to find love all the same, because looking at that new inclusion, she was quite taken with the idea.

Indeed, a Floor Five Husbando sounded perfect in every way. And yet… and yet… for the first time, Daphne hesitates as she looks at the elevator. A Floor Five Husbando would give her everything she could possibly want and was well within her budget too. Daphne couldn't think of a single possible way in which Floor Six could build upon Floor Five to make things even better.

… But her friends were always telling her she wasn't as smart as she thought she was. They were always telling her that she wasn't the know-it-all that she made it out to be. Maybe they were right. Maybe just because she couldn't figure out how Floor Six could possibly be better than Floor Five didn't mean it couldn't be.

Throwing one last look at the Floor Five door and all of the perfect husbandos behind it, Daphne steps back into the elevator, heart rapidly beating in her chest as it begins to rise to the sixth and final floor.

The doors open after a moment and she steps out… into a large dark room with barely any lightning to chase away the immense shadows. Turning back around, Daphne gapes at what she sees. Not only is there no door leading to Floor Six Husbandos… there's also no elevator anymore either. There IS another plaque, however.

Welcome to Floor Six of the Husbando Store. You are visitor 1,175,392. There are no Husbandos on this floor. This floor exists purely as proof that some women are just impossible to please. Wait patiently and someone will be with you momentarily.

She… what… WHAT?! Daphne flushes in embarrassment and outrage. They… they were messing with her! Was this all some sort of set up? Was she on a hidden camera show and they were pranking her? If that was the case, Daphne was going to enjoy suing them all to hell and back! She was going to-!

"Ms. Silvermill?"

Whipping around, Daphne blinks as she finds an impeccably dressed woman standing in front of her with a small, polite smile on her face. FINALLY she was getting somewhere!

"Yes, that's me! You had best tell me what's going on right now, or I swear I'll take this place to court and sue you for every dollar you have!"

The woman's smile never wavers.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Ms. Silvermill. By entering the elevator down on Floor One, you waived your rights as a US citizen and human being in the event that you ventured all the way up to Floor Six."

Wait, what?

"It was in the fine print, I'm afraid."

The woman gestures to the plaque behind her, causing Daphne to turn back around… and then squint and bend over as she realizes there are indeed tiny words on the bottom of the plaque, barely noticeable unless one gets much closer.

As mentioned in the fine print on Floor One, by choosing of your own volition to enter Floor Six, you waive all rights as a citizen of the United States and consent to belonging to the Waifu & Husbando Conglomerate, to do with as we please.

That… that was ridiculous. Completely and utterly ridiculous. There was no way that would hold up in court! Daphne whips around to tell the other woman that, as well as to demand to speak to her manager… only for the words to die on her lips when she sees that the woman has multiplied. Literally, there are now half a dozen of the same exact impeccably dressed worker standing there in the dim light surrounding her on all sides.

"Women like you give the rest of us a bad name, Ms. Silvermill. You're impossible to please, and no matter how hard the people around you try, all they're going to get for their troubles is pain and misery. That's where we come in."

Daphne gawks, only for the identical sextuplets to all surge forward as one and grab her. No, not just grab her… they're tearing at her, even as they drag her along.

"W-What?! No, what are you doing?! Let go of me! W-Wait, that's-!"

But before she gets the chance to tell them how expensive her clothes are, they're already ripping them off of her. Daphne screams bloody murder and fights all the harder… but it's no use. Soon enough she's stripped naked. Soon enough, she's brought to the other end of the room, only to realize there's a pit there, filled with darkness.

"Enjoy your new life, Ms. Silvermill. Know that you're serving a far greater purpose here than you would have out on the streets, making everyone around you miserable just by your very existence."

Without further ado and without even a chance to respond and defend herself, Daphne finds herself tossed into the pit. She screams in terror, closing her eyes shut as she expects to hit the ground hard… only to bounce slightly when she lands on something that feels rather spongey and springy instead.

Very briefly, Daphne is left confused and uncertain of what's going on as she slowly pushes herself up into a sitting position. And then… she feels something touch her leg.

"Wha- no! G-Get away from me!"

And the brush against her arm.

"What is this? What is THIS?!"

And then her other arm, and the back of her neck and-

"MMMPH!"

Daphne's eyes are wide as fleshy appendages of all shapes and sizes wrap over her body and yank her down into the mass of flesh she's landed on. The thicker appendages quickly find her orifices as the blonde heiress screams and shrieks and struggles. But if she thought getting out of the grasp of the women up top was hard, this is impossible. It's all around her… it's already too late.

She should have… settled for Floor Five…

-x-X-x-

By sheer coincidence, at around the exact same time that Daphne has stopped outside of the Husbando Store, a young man named Brandon walks up to the Waifu Store. Unlike Daphne, he doesn't hesitate to walk right in, positively vibrating with excitement as he is. Of course, he does pause once inside, swallowing thickly as he looks around the place.

It's a little… eerie how quiet it is. But then, it makes sense. From what Brandon had been told, the Waifu Store was basically all about self-service. If you actually needed an attendant to help you at any point, you'd pretty much fucked up in a massive way. 

Coming to a stop in front of a door and an elevator, Brandon makes sure to read everything on the plaque in front of him, including the fine print.

The Rules of the Waifu Store are as follows:

You may only visit the Waifu Store ONE time. NO Refunds or Returns.
There are six floors and the value of the product for sale increases as you ascend to each floor.
You may choose to peruse the products on a particular floor or you may choose to go up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building.

You are currently on Floor One of the Waifu Store. Floor One Waifu are guaranteed to love sex and share your specific fetishes.

(Warning: By entering the Elevator and ascending the Waifu Store, you waive all of your rights as a United States Citizen and human being in the event that you decide to go all the way to the Sixth Floor.)

The last part is in exceptionally fine print, though not so fine as to be invisible. Brandon has to get in close to read it, but he's able to make it out all the same. Swallowing thickly, he slowly nods. So… don't go all the way to the Sixth Floor unless he was feeling really, REALLY adventurous… and stupid to boot, heh.

To be fair, Brandon was already struggling to justify going even one floor up. A Waifu who not only loved sex but was guaranteed to share his specific fetishes sounded like a dream come true. Still… it shouldn't hurt to go up one more floor, right? The prices were already dirt cheap down here and likely wouldn't be too expensive if he just tried out Floor Two. And worst case scenario, he could always leave the Waifu Store empty handed, Brandon supposed.

Swallowing thickly, he goes into the elevator and lets it carry him up to Floor Two. Stepping out into the Floor Two hallway, he turns and regards the plaque on the wall again. This time it reads…

You are currently on Floor Two of the Waifu Store. Floor Two Waifu are guaranteed to love sex and share your specific fetishes. They also share your nonsexual interests as well.

The fine print is also on this plaque too, but it hasn't changed from the last time as far as Brandon can tell. Just the same warning about not visiting the Sixth Floor if he wants to keep his rights as a human being and US citizen. Not that it mattered. Brandon doesn't even hesitate in the face of this latest offer. Ignoring the elevator entirely, he pushes through the door into Floor Two of the Waifu Store without a single regret.

Admittedly, there was probably even better waifus on the higher floors, but Brandon was perfectly content with what was promised on Floor Two already. He didn't need anything more than that.

Of course, he's not really sure what to expect when he actually enters the part of the store that's an actual… store. Thankfully, it's not just a bunch of women that meet his criteria standing around and waiting for him to pick one of them. Oh god, if Brandon was forced to choose while they all just stood there staring at him with big soulful eyes… that shit was right out of his worst nightmares. Right up alongside presenting at a big corporate meeting while accidentally in his underwear or something.

Instead, the store part of the Waifu Store is another long hallway with more doors than before. Each door has a candid full body photo of a woman on it. Beneath that is their name and some minor facts about them. The first thing Brandon notices… is that none of these women are less than an eight out of ten. 

He tries not to be too shallow when it comes to looks of course, but still, it's impossible not to pick up on. They're all gorgeous, even as he stops and enjoys their bodies for a moment before reading about them. There's gamer chicks who look like they came straight out of a 90s flick where the 'ugly duckling' that gets a makeover from the high school jock is always played by an incredibly hot actress to begin with. There's businesswomen who are at the top of their game and eager to share their success with someone just as driven and motivated to succeed as he is.

There's all sorts of women, to the point where Brandon has to admit… even he didn't know he had so many types. But there's not a single woman in the hallway that Brandon shies away from. The only thing that keeps him moving is a desire to see all of his options before he makes his decision.

That is… until he finds himself staring at one door in disbelief and shock. And before he can really stop and think about it he's already reaching for the door handle and pushing it open to step on through.

There, waiting for him in the room beyond and sitting on the edge of the bed looking absolutely resplendent in her glittering white dress… is an Elven Woman. Her beauty is inhuman, her skin is pale, her ears are sharp and long… and she looks at him with wide, hopeful eyes as she bites her lower lip and wrings her hands in her lap.

"Ah… a-are you… choosing me, perhaps?"

Swallowing thickly, Brandon's eyes are wide as he slowly nods.

"If… if you'll have me, Princess."

The Elven Princess, Galia Goldenheart, smiles so brightly its almost blinding as she all but leaps to her feet and shucks her dress off over her head. Brandon's jaw drops open as the beautiful elven woman gets naked right there in front of him, her massive tits, itty bitty waist, wide hips, and fat ass suddenly exposed in their entirety.

Reaching him, Galia wraps her arms around his neck and pulls Brandon in for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Then, she draws him back towards the bed, where she turns them around, sits him down, and sinks to her knees in front of him. Brandon honestly doesn't even have time to react before the nympho elf princess has his cock out and in her hands… and from there, it's barely a moment before he's in her mouth.

Gaping down at her in awed disbelief, Brandon can only watch on as Galia sucks her cheeks in and bobs up and down his length like a pro. The Princess gulps his cock like she needs it to survive, engulfing his entire length in mere moments and taking him down the back of her throat without issue. She's suppressing her gag reflex by continuously swallowing, Brandon realizes after a moment. It's incredibly pleasurable on his end, the way her dainty throat is constantly flexing around his dick.

With how hard Galia is going, Brandon can't last long before he's tossing his head back and groaning out a warning.

"Fuck… I'm going to cum soon!"

The Elven Princess doesn't let that stop her though. In fact, she takes him even deeper, going all the way to the base of his cock and holding herself there as she continues her swallowing trick. Brandon tips over the edge with a guttural grunt and Galia proceeds to swallow every last drop of his seed without fail, guzzling it down like no tomorrow. 

It feels like she's sucking his soul straight out of his body, but in a good way. When she's finally done, Galia pulls back off of his cock with a pop, looking rather pleased with herself for a moment. And then that moment ends and her face drops as she suddenly fidgets and glances at him hesitantly.

"U-Uh… did I do good?"

Blinking the stars out of his eyes, Brandon looks down at the cute elven bombshell on her knees before him… and snaps. Growling lustfully, he reaches down and picks Galia up, tossing her onto the bed behind him. Squealing in excitement, she quickly gets on all fours, presenting her spectacularly fat ass in his direction. 

Climbing up onto the bed behind her, Brandon grabs the Elven woman by her hips and grips down tightly as he holds her steady. Than, without further ado, he slams into her pussy from behind with all his might, groaning as he does so. For her part, Galia cries out in ecstasy, orgasming around his cock immediately before pushing back into his thrusts as she moans like a wanton whore instead of the royalty she is.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as Brandon really lets loose. How can he hold anything back when there's such a vision of beauty in front of him? Not to mention… she's not just his for a session or one night stand or anything like that. She's his waifu now… his wife. The realization that he was going to get to do this with Galia Goldenheart every day for the rest of his life only spurs Brandon on further. He fucks the Elven Princess faster and harder by the second, not giving her a single moment of respite.

In turn, Galia groans and moans and squeals and screams. She cums and cums around his cock, her back arching and her massive tits bouncing and jiggling all over the place. For a time, neither of them says anything, just luxuriating in the rough, enthusiastic joining of their two bodies. And then…

"P-Pull my ears!"

Blinking, Brandon looks up from where he was enjoying squeezing Galia's ass to see the elven woman looking back at him.

"Please… pull my ears! They're an erogenous zone… and there's nothing sexier than the thought of my brain dribbling out of my head from the unending pleasure as a big dicked human tugs on my ears like they're reins!"

… Damn straight there isn't. Brandon grins as he reaches out and grabs Galia by her knife-like elven ears. They're a lot stronger than human ears; that's the first thing he notices. As well as more elastic. And of course, as Galia admitted… they're an erogenous zone. As he pulls her head back by her ears, forcing her spine to arch even further, Galia squeals like never before and creams herself all the harder on his cock.

He's able to tug her head back far enough to see the Elven Princess' face, meaning Brandon gets to watch as Galia's eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. Not letting go of her ears for even a moment, he fucks into the gorgeous elven woman from behind as fast and hard as he can, for as long as possible.

Truth be told, he's not sure how long they go at it for… but all good things come to an end. Finally, with one last hoarse groan as Galia's sopping pussy clenches and squeezes down on his cock, Brandon tips over the edge, milked of his load at long last. He cums for what feels like an eternity, busting the hugest nut of his life inside of the insatiably horny and altogether slutty Elven Princess.@@novelbin@@

Then, it's over and Brandon pulls out of Galia as he collapses onto his back on the bed beside her. Galia, for her part, collapses forward onto her front. Both of them are spent, their breathing coming out in great heaving pants for several long moments as they recover. Finally though, Galia pulls herself up against his side, cuddling into him and running her fingers down his chest.

"Mm… that was amazing. Everything I'd always hoped for."

Brandon flushes a bit at that.

"Y-Yeah? Glad I impressed…"

Grinning, Galia chuckles throatily.

"Ah, that was never in doubt, my darling husband. The Waifu & Husbando Conglomerate has a one hundred percent success rate. So long as you're not impossible to match… they will match you, every single time~"

He could believe it. God, this was amazing. Frankly, it felt like a dream that he would wake up from any moment.

"Of course, there is one decision left for you to make, dear husband."

Blinking, Brandon looks at Galia in confusion. She smirks back at him.

"Your world… or mine?"

"Huh?"

Giggling, Galia runs her hand down to his cock, beginning to slowly stroke it once more.

"It's simple. You have a choice to make. Do you wish for us to stay here in this reality, where I will serve in whatever wifely capacity you desire of me? Or do you want to return with me to my reality, and experience all that my world of magic has to offer. It won't be perfect, mind you. It won't be utopia… but then as I'm given to understand, your world isn't exactly paradise either."

Galia smiles at that.

"Not that it matters. Together, we will make wherever we reside paradise, my love. All I need is you by my side… now and forever."

Well, damn. That was super fucking hot… and also super intriguing. Brandon had to admit; he was torn. On the one hand, he could have all the creature comforts of his world on TOP of having an Elven Princess as his wife. On the other hand… magic and fantasy and adventure were at his fingertips.

"You don't have to decide now, darling. Sleep on it… and tell me your choice in the morning~"

Yeah… yeah, that was for the best, Brandon figured. He didn't want to rush into things and make the wrong decision, after all. Nor did he want to seem ungrateful or impossible to please or anything like that. No, Brandon was very much willing to give it some time and maybe make the decision together. After all, life was all about compromises. Perfect was the enemy of good, and you couldn't let pursuit of perfection keep you from being happy.

Smiling softly, Brandon pulls Galia closer in and lets his eyes drift shut. Truly, he was very pleased with his visit to the Waifu Store.