WARNING: The following story is made for fans of natural body magic/ modular body magic/ detachment/ disassembling people non-lethally. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.
SECOND WARNING: The following story is a furry/brony futa/intersex story written as part of an art trade with Woobaloo. If that ain't your bag, skip this.
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"Listen up, Swooning, maybe you nailed the interview, but that doesn't make you hot stuff!" She said, circling her new hire's chair and looking the bat-pony up and down with more than professional interest. "This whole deal you've got going on is what makes you hot stuff, hot stuff!"
"Uh, thanks, Ms Ceres?" Swooning Dusk replied, a soft pink blush piercing through her charcoal gray cheeks. "And please, nobody calls me 'Swooning Dusk' but like, my mom. When she's mad at me. 'Woo' is fine, thanks."
"Right, sorry. Got a lot on my mind right now." Ceres said, staring at Woo's thick thighs and the thick cock between them. "Anyway, as the proud owner of Club Ceres, I'd like to remind you of our motto: Your every need, your every desire, come inside and you'll find her!"
"That's why I thought this place was a convenience store." Woo said, underlining the motto on her big yellow note pad.
"Well, it was." Ceres admitted, scratching the back of her neck. "But it was too expensive to replace the old sign. Honestly, I sorta lucked out; 'Groceries' has all the letters for 'Ceres' and in the right order! Just had to get the 'Gro' taken down and leave the 'i' turned off." She straightened up, adjusting the bright red tie between her tits, the only clothing she wore besides the detachable white collar. "I didn't chose the motto, but I stand by it! Club Ceres is here to satisfy every customer's every want! Drinks! Dance! Games! Sex! Food! Preferably in that order so they don't hurl, but hey if they desire it weird, we'll hook them up!" She grabbed Woo's bare shoulders and shook her until her big square glasses tumbled off her tiny bat nose and into her lap. "Are you ready to satisfy our patrons EVERY desire?"
"I... yeah?" Woo said, plucking her glasses off her glans and setting them back on her button nose. Seeing Ceres' unimpressed look, she puffed up her ample chest and tried again. "I mean, yes! Yeah! I'm ready to serve them the best damn margaritas and chicken wings they ever had!"
"We're not serving wings right now, actually. Bird flu outbreak. We got fresh chicharrones instead." Ceres admitted. "And I'm not talking about food. I'm talking SPECIAL SERVICES you could provide WELL PAYING patrons!"
Woo raised an eyebrow. "You mean... prostitution?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Ceres asked, putting on a stern face to hide her fear Woo might just walk. While she'd shown up to her first day naked, that wasn't such an exotic fashion choice these days. Lots of normal people were nudists now, not just the sex fiends, and Woo came thinking Club Ceres was a grocery store with a busted sign.
"Yeah, sure, I guess. In for a penny, in for a pound. Or, a pounding." Woo said, shrugging. "So how does it work? Do they order a 'secret menu item' and then I take them to a private back room, or like do I just suck them off under the table after I bring their chikarroni... cheeser... the not-wings things?"
"Well, for most 'working' staff, it's more or less the table thing; you get a good tip, you take a good tip. But for you?" Ceres' hands traced down Woo's big boobs, down her ribs, down to her hips, and squeezed tight, causing stirs in the bat-pony's bat and a hitch when Ceres tightened her grip. She pulled with all her strength, and with a sharp 'pop' and a cute squeak, Woo's whole torso lifted off her waist. "Well, you're not 'most' ponies. Not even most bat-ponies, are you?"
"Er, uh, 'spose." Woo answered, her wings fluttering on instinct to keep her airborne even as she gripped Ceres's firm biceps for dear life. She wasn't used to people outside her family and physicians seeing her 'condition'. Made the nudist feel somehow more naked.
"So remind me how this works." Ceres ordered, setting Woo's torso on her desk and noticing her subtle shake as the cool metal touched her stump. "You said you could still control everything, but do you still feel everything?"
Woo nodded, tucking her arms beneath her boobs and rubbing her biceps. She'd only mentioned her condition in case it might require accommodations, like precautions if she fell and got scattered over the dance floor. "Well, uh, like I said, I can kinda choose? How much control I have, what I feel... when things are attached, everything works normal, but split up... it's sorta like dials I can turn in my head. Sensitivity settings. For feelings, independence, senses... other stuff."
"Interesting." Ceres muttered, sliding her hand over Woo's smooth waist stump, watching her thighs and butt tense up, her messy mint green tail briefly wagging like a dog's. "Independence... can your parts have their own mind? Their own senses, separate from yours?"
"Um, yeah." Woo said. Ceres gave her an expectant look, and Woo closed her eyes with a sigh and mentally adjusted a few 'dials'. Ceres yelped as Woo's legs hopped up from their seat, standing in a naturally more confident pose with a cocked leg and unashamedly inflating cock brushing her boss', as if challenging her to a sword fight. "So, I can still feel them, but they're doing their own thing. Have their own personality. No brain, so... they think with what they've got." On cue, her legs playfully swatted Ceres' cock, and trying to ignore how good it felt, Woo continued "They've got no eyes, but... well, they just sorta 'know' what's happening around them. It's hard to explain. Everything is 'there', out to a couple meters. Sight, sound, smell, everything. But past that, everything is just... haze."
"Oh, that is perfect!" Ceres gleefully reported, watching Woo's legs stride around the room while their top tried not to look at either erect cock occupying an alarming amount of the cramped office. "Oh shit!" Ceres gasped, rushing to catch a flower vase knocked from the shelves by Woo's bouncing cock. "Well, almost perfect. Can't have you spilling drinks or taking someone's eye out!"
Woo's blush deepened, and her legs' confidence changed from 'alpha-bitch' to 'lusty bottom' as Ceres grabbed her dick and twisted, detaching it and her balls, leaving Woo with a lonely vagina. It was a bizarre sight, a mare with no cock and balls. Like an inverse stallion, something from a sci-fi movie. She'd complain, but Ceres might just nullify her completely. She showed no scruples shoving her newest toy in a desk drawer and announcing "I'll be holding onto this while you're on the cock. Er, on the clock. Anyway, since you can be in multiple places, you can do multiple jobs! We can pop a serving tray on these gams and they can take orders and deliver them to patrons all on their own."
"How am I supposed to write their orders down?" Woo asked, holding up her pencil and notepad. "My memory's not... uh, great as it is. Doubly in brainless parts."
Ceres rolled her eyes, snagging Woo's writing implements and balancing them on her stump. "Guests can write down their own orders! We'll set your legs up with a menu, some scratch paper, a card reader, and a tip jar too. And if they tip good, well, I'm sure your legs would love another tip!"
Woo's thighs tightened at the idea. "S-so what about me? Uh, this me?" She asked, pointing to herself. Er, her top pointed at herself.
"Well, I'll need some hands to run admission." Ceres said, grabbing Woo by the wrists. "We'll seat you in the ticket booth, you take their tickets and money, then when they stick their wrist through the slot, you just attach a wristband matching the color of their ticket. Red for premium members, blue for general admission, purple for VIP's, gold for designated drivers."
Ceres pointed to Woo's lower half, which pleasingly snapped to attention. "Don't forget, designated drivers get free refills and a complimentary lap dance when they close out their tab! We want to reward our gold boys and girls!" Ceres pressed a button on her desk, activating an intercom. "STACE! GET THE NEW GIRL TO THE KITCHEN AND GIVE HER THE CRASH COURSE!" She turned to Woo's top, face close enough to kiss. "Sorry, our intercom is hot garbage. Have to yell everything or it won't pick you up."
A few moments later, the door to Ceres' office opened with a "J-WHoauSHi-!! uhhh..." as a black and white pony with a black and white apron and matching domino cutie marks caught sight of her bisected and castrated new coworker. Woo blushed, her hips striding up and less-than-dry-humping that lovely cutie mark on their right side.
"Stace, this is Woo, Woo, Stace." Ceres introduced, then pointing to Woo's hips "Woo, Stace, Stace, Woo. The gams will be working the floor, taking and delivering orders. Probably gonna need someone else to bus the tables, though. Show her the ropes, get her equipped for the job, and get outta here! I've got more shop to talk with her top."
"I-uh..." Stace stammered, hand hovering over Woo's waist and uncertain if she wanted to shove her away or take a nice fistful of her fine ass; it was like looking at a sexy eldritch horror. When Ceres cleared her throat, Stace took a middle route and gently stroked Woo's stump as she guided her out, closing the door behind them.
"You'll be seeing a lot of Stace. Or, 'sensing' a lot of her." Ceres said, adding air quotes to punctuate Woo's inability to articulate her preternatural senses. "Good girl, hard worker, killer at the card table." She got up, appraising Woo's remains. "Now, what to do with you..."
"Aren't I working the ticket booth?" Woo asked, wondering if she was losing her sanity with her pieces.
"You are!" Ceres agreed. "But I think we can squeeze a little more out of you. I still haven't found a proper replacement for Gloria. Stanton's been giving it his best, but he's just not pulling Gloria's numbers. Plus it's his day off, so..."
Woo gulped. "So I'll be filling in for Stanton? In more pieces?"
"Bingo!" Ceres confirmed. "Just trying to figure out how much of you we NEED..."
"What does he do?" Woo asked, wondering if she could run the ticket booth with just one arm.
"Glory hole." Ceres said nonchalantly. "We've got a few 'fun' bathroom stalls, mostly customers play with each other, but so nobody's blue balled, we have one employee stall occupied all night. Hard dick goes in the hole, flaccid dick comes out, and they toss a few bits in the tip jar for the magic trick."
"I see." Woo said. "So my head-"
"See, I don't think we need your WHOLE head."Ceres said, digging her nails into where Woo's face met her minty hairline. With a sound like Velcro, her stunned face was peeled off like a poster, her glasses popping off again and landing in Ceres' cleavage. "Your body might as well have the ears; the lines outside can get awfully loud and rowdy. But your top will only need to see the tickets right in front of her, so there's no great loss losing your eyes." Ceres extended her arms, holding out the bashful bat face. "By Celestia you're so fuckable. I can already tell you'll be a hit. We just need to find a way to hang you up." She said, pressing Woo's face against the wall to help her visualize. There was a sound of rubbery suction, and experimentally she lessened her pressure on Woo's face bit by bit, until finally she fully released her.
Woo's face, still suspended, smiled sheepishly. "Oh, uh, well, you know how my parts come off AND go back on? Well, they don't HAVE to go back on the right way, or even back on to my body. They'll, uh, stick to pretty much any flat surface."
Woo could almost see the dollar signs in Ceres light blue eyes as she said "I think you have a bright future ahead of you at Club Ceres!
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"Looks like shit, but it should hold." Stace said, stepping back and studying her work. She hissed as Woo drove a heel into her toes, though thankfully her halved weight made her stomp much less weighty. "Oh, you know I wasn't talking about you!" Stace said, apologetically stroking Woo's cutie marks and 'accidentally' rubbing her butt. Pointing to the slapdash arrangement attached to Woo's waist, she clarified "I meant all this shit looks like shit!" While the wide serving tray was firmly affixed by Woo's natural body magic, the card reader, tip jar, and a laminated copy of the menu had to be hastily affixed with duct tape, while a notepad resting over the menu with the pens pinned under it. Ceres was still working out more 'official' accommodations, but for tonight this would have to do.
"Now, Ceres wanted you to shadow me tonight, but personally I prefer to let new peeps figure things out on their own. So I'll be shadowing you, and jumping in if you need an assist, if that's alright." Stace explained. Woo's hips perked up in excitement, and Stace smiled. "We're working quadrant 'A' tonight. Let's see if you remember the way!"
Woo's hips confidently turned and marched out, Stace following close behind a plump behind she struggled not to run right into. She could only tear her eyes away long enough to take in the stunned stupid expressions of the Club Ceres patrons catching sight of its newest server. Mares and Stallions watched in slack jawed amazement, the dance floor went still as a graveyard as her hips sauntered past swaying in time with the thumping music, and Stace couldn't help but feel like an esteemed coach marching her prize fighter to the ring. In each corner of Club Ceres was a dining area, quadrants A-D, and on most nights each quadrant had 2 dedicated servers assigned to it. But tonight, quadrant A would have 2 and a half mares.
Arriving in the luckiest corner of Club Ceres, Woo strode through the small assembly of tables in search of her first customer, her hazy magic sight only sensing the nearest one or two at a time. Not that she, nor the customers, minded. It gave her more time to strut, after all. Unfortunately for her audience, most of them had already been serviced by Quadrant A's solo server. It had taken Stace a while to figure out Woo's tray arrangement, after all. Luckily, one table had yet to be poached, a mare and stallion with matching birthday suits, matching backpacks, and matching erections looking back and forth between Woo, her handler, and each other.
"H-hey, uh, Stacey. What's... what's this?" The mare asked, reading Stacey's nametag and not knowing she preferred Stace.
Woo leaned on one leg, tapping the opposite foot in frustration. "SHE is our newest server, Woo!" Ceres corrected, brushing Woo's tail consolingly and just-so-happening to rub her butt some more. "I'm supervising, she's serving, and everything you need to know is on the notepad."
The stallion hesitantly took the pad, transfixed by Woo's almost eye-level pussy; he'd never seen one so... exposed. No balls to veil it, no cock to pull his attention away, just a vulnerable, enticing pussy. He looked at the hastily scrawled note.
Hi, I'm Woo! Write table # & orders below, menu w/ prices is on tray, pay w/ card & tip w/ cash!
"I'll have a Haystack Stout and haystack fries for the table." The stallion told his girlfriend, reading enough of the menu to find 1 drink and 1 comestible. He'd come for the fun, not the refreshments, and seeing this anatomical marvel made him all the more eager to get to the fun part. "Gumdrop? You know what you want?"
"Yeah, sounds good. 2 of that." she absentmindedly agreed, wanting nothing but to slap Stacey's hands away and take Woo's ass for her own.
Her stallion scribbled their table number and orders on the pad, set it back on the tray, and waved Woo and Stace off, trying to look calm until they got out of earshot. Glancing over her shoulder, Stacey saw the couple bickering and pointing at their servers, arguing over who got Woo.
"I think I'm the consolation prize." Stace teased, giving Woo a hard but playful tug of the tail. Woo shuddered, nearly tipping her assembly onto the floor. Woo was no prude, but she never had the confidence to just own her slutiness. Without that stupid head, her hind could actually enjoy herself!
After being loaded up with drinks, an obscene amount of fries for only two ponies, napkins, and a squeeze bottle of fry sauce, Woo had to have Stace open the door for her or risk spilling it all. She'd have to mention this to Ceres, get an automatic door opener installed. If she remembered. Setting that hiccup aside, Woo returned to her quadrant and much to her prideful joy she 'saw' that every last table she passed had since been filled up. Stace saw every other quadrant had become a ghost town, their servers shooting shitty looks from across the club as she escorted Woo back to the eager couple. She'd hardly gotten in arm's reach when mare and stallion lunged for their mugs and started chugging with all their might. Stace gently set their food on the table, giving them a curious look.
The stallion slammed his mug down "YEAAAAH!" He triumphantly roared, the mare choking down the last of her drink soon after and burping bitterly.
"Oh, fuck you, Ian! Like fucking Frankenstein I'm destroyed by my own deep-throat monster. Always knew I'd live to regret letting you suck so much dick." She spat, digging through her backpack and producing her credit card.
"Like this is going to stop you." Ian the stallion proudly boasted, pulling a generous wad of cash from his pack and shoving it through the narrow slot of the tip jar while his partner took care of the bill with plastic. "Think I've earned myself and Gumdrop a reward." He said, eyeing the jar and glancing up at Stace. "And I think you know who gets what."
"Indeed I do." Stace said, brushing her apron aside to reveal a pretty pink cock and turning to the mare. "You top or bottom?"
"On the table, need to work some aggro out." Gumdrop ordered, rising from her seat and pointing. Stace took her place, and was roughly bent over and fucked with no fanfare. She grunted, the mare's thick cock filling her up nicely, though not filling all of her.
"Hey, mind if I have some of these?" Stace asked, pointing to her customer's fries as she threw her ass back. "I skipped lunch."
"You've skipped a meal?" Gumdrop asked, slapping Stace's fat ass and making the domino colored mare look back playfully offended. "Knock yourself out, I'm not even hungry."
Stace shrugged, drizzled on some fry sauce, and enjoyed dinner and a show.
Ian had lifted Woo onto the table, leaned her back, and spread her legs wide. He admired her pussy, rubbed the emptiness above it. No dick. No balls. Just marehood condensed to its purest form. It awakened something in him. A freaky new fetish perhaps, something he'd already decided he would HAVE to come back for. He leaned in and gave it a kiss, wet and sloppy, and savored its freshness.
Satisfied with his taste test, Ian lined his dick up with before impossible ease, and grabbing her hips like a pair of handles he worked himself up his topless toy one thrust at a time. The smoothness of it, watching himself come and go as he pleased, it was beautiful. Woo's legs wrapped around his back, played with his tail, enjoying his undivided and utterly enraptured attention. She was enjoying this almost as much as he was, getting pinned down and fucked with nothing to do but take him. She wondered where his cock went, its length far longer than her remaining-
CLANG!
Ian winced, grabbing the table for dear life as his partner laughed her ass off.
"Hit a snag, dear?" Gumdrop teased, popping her cock out and resting it between Stace's buns as she offered "We can switch, if you want! I know how you love switching, Ian!"
"N-no..." he hissed, rubbing the sore tip of his dick as Woo's knees bent up in her approximation of a cringe. "No, I'm fine." He said, puffing up his chest. Grabbing Woo's hips, shoving her hard into the table, Ian took a deep breath as he readied himself to do something stupid. He stared Gumdrop right in the eyes as he pulled back and slammed with all his might, howling in pain and triumph as Woo's platter popped right off her waist and the table. Stace barely caught it in time, the slit-topped lid of the tip jar keeping the cash inside as Ian's cock now jutted outside of Woo's stump, throbbing and trembling but unbroken. The crowd erupted in a cheer, Ian raised his arms and received a barrage of high fives.
"Show off." Gumdrop teased, biting her lip and watching her stallion's cock appear and disappear from out of Woo's smooth stump as carried on. "Come on, Stacey, I want my money's worth too!" She said, choking down a fistful of fries for some extra buttfucking calories.
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While running the ticket booth was simple, there were a few nuances Ceres hadn't mentioned. Black tickets got a black wristband and Woo had to hit a panic button then make the transaction super slow so security could arrive. The register sometimes glitched out and Woo needed to reboot it, wasting a few minutes. She got two fifteen minute breaks, and an hour lunch break, and could press and hold a button next to the register for a bathroom break.
The first nuance had thankfully not come up yet, and the third was irrelevant to a faceless torso. The crashing register, however, had already come up twice in two hours, and now was happened again. Woo leaned her elbow into the 'clear' key and rested her cheek on the same palm, holding out her other hand to the waiting customer. On her palm, she'd scribbled a barely legible note.
Register rebooting. Few minutes.
The middle aged medium blue mare sighed and tutted. "Typical." She said, getting an understanding 'whadyagonnado?' shrug from Woo. "Do you know if I'll be double charged for this?" Woo's shrug changed subtly to give off a more 'dunno' vibe, and her customer snapped "Look, I've had a long day, I'm tired, I just came here to unwind and the charge probably already went through. Can't you just give me my wristband and let me in?"
Woo wanted to say "Maybe if you were a VIP, but a general admission pleb? I'm not sticking my ass out for you, especially when I don't even have one!" but that was a tall order without a mouth. Still, she had to assume this customer got the gist when she brought her free hand up and slowly jerked off the air. The look on her stupid face was priceless. God, why didn't she do this more often? Oh yeah, she was worried someone would punch her teeth out if she acted like such a dick. But now she had no teeth, so she was basically indestructible.
"You snot nosed no-nosed bratty bat you'd better be offering to help pass the time, or so help me I'll get the manager and have you out of a job before you can say... nothing!" The mare threatened, putting both hands and her cock on the counter, sliding the latter through the slot meant for her wrist.
Woo shrugged. Not like she had anything better to do while she waited. She lazily pushed herself off the register and into a more upright position in front of the surly customer's cock. For such a huge dick, her dick was only so-so, no more than a foot long. No wonder she was in a shit mood. Whatever, Woo grabbed it and tugged hard enough to slam the bitch into the glass, her big sweaty tits and angry breath steaming up the view. Woo would've smiled, but satisfied herself with taking the modest cock in both hands and pumping away. The register was only going to be down a few minutes, and she didn't intend to hold up the line.
The entitled mare's expression faltered, her body tensing. She tried thrusting herself further into the glass, whimpering pathetically as the counter, her cock length, and her huge tits hamstrung her humping. Sweat built in her light blue hair, her glasses fogging as she began to pant. Whoever this mannequin bitch in the booth was, she wasn't a stranger to stroking cock. Grabbing her balls and forcing a hand between her breast and the glass, the customer started playing with herself as best as she could, watching the bat-pony's small, soft, manicured hands manipulate her tool. She'd been so pent up all day, her slutty secretaries in their slutty miniskirts teasing her but never letting her touch. She'd come to the town's newest club for a chance to unload.
And so she did. All over the faceless expanse of the cashier's head, all over her fat bat-tits, all over her messy minty hair. Again and again. Woo lost count of how many streams slapped into her, it went on almost as long as the actual tug job. She was actually impressed, especially when the very last dribble that dropped onto the counter coincided perfectly with the cash register beeping back to life. Woo kept the cock half cocked with a one handed massage, while swiping the mare's card, collecting a blue band, and tightly cinching around her shaft. Pushing her out of the booth hard enough to shove the dazed mare back a few feet and tossing her card out a moment later, the customer staggered to a stop, sweaty and hot and flustered. Looking down at her blue banded dick, the mare sighed "Good service." and collected her card, stumbling into the club already spent.
Woo reached for some tissues to clean herself, only to be jumpscared by the next dickhead in line shoving his dickhead through the hole. He leered at woo, raising his eyebrows rapidly and slapping an excessive lump of cash against the glass. Woo shrugged; a couple more tips couldn't hurt.
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"So what exactly are you? Some kinda robot? A witch?" She asked, opening and closing the bathroom door that Woo's face had been slapped onto, revealing the empty bathroom stall behind.
"N-no, not a robot. Just your regular bat-pony." Woo explained. Seeing her potential client's brow raise skeptically, she added "Uh, a bat-pony with a really long backstory."
The mare, tall and muscular and blood red with boxing tape on her hands and feet, got down to Woo's eye level. "Say aaaah."
"We're starting?" Woo asked, looking down at the mare's flaccid cock. "aaaaah."
"I can see down your throat!" She announced, pushing the bathroom door open again. "Where does it even go?"
Woo gulped, embarrassed to once more be called out for her medical abnormality. "Uh, where it's supposed to. It's sorta... a portal? Everything goes where it should."
The mare paused, looking down at her dick, almost afraid of losing it if she stuck it into... whatever Woo's face was. Then, she heard a cough. She turned, and saw a sandy tan stallion tapping his foot, impatiently. She shrugged. "I swear, unicorns just never run out of weird magic shit to do."
"ActualAUGHGH!" Woo failed to answer, a floppy cock shoved through her open mouth and out into the stall behind. As promised, the cock went straight from her mouth down her throat, her torso grabbing at the surprise intruder as she gagged. Her customer hit the base with no resistance, Woo's nose pressed into her musky black pubes and her tongue slapped against her balls. She felt the mare's dick stir, and gave her a lick and a deep inhale.
"One sec." She said, like Woo could do anything while she stood on her tiptoes and reached over the stall. She heard clattering behind her, a swear, her torso was getting woozy, its grip weakening. She was about to pass out when the mare announced "Got it!" and pulled back just enough for Woo to breath.
"You're all locked up." She told her, rattling the bathroom door to prove it. Tearing the bill off the door and shoving it into the tip jar, the mare grabbed the stall door for leverage and fucked Woo's face hard enough to rattle the entire stall, her nuts bouncing off Woo's chin and the pumps going faster as her cock inflated down Woo's distant throat. The whole bathroom sounded like a fistfight in steel mill, and like a dinner bell, the violent fucking racket attracted a few curious guests. The bathroom filled with rubbernecking spectators, while the fighter focused on fucking this hole in the wall like she was trying to knock the whole building down.
"Oh, oh, oh!" The mare panicked, stumbling back as a spray of semen plastered Woo's helpless face.
"Oh... fuck." She swore, grabbing her deflating dick in vain. "Ugh, I just wanted a spit shine! My girl was going to get this load, I'd been saving it for her all week!"
"Uh, sorry?" Woo said, one eye closed as spunk dribbled down her brow.
"Fuuuuck." She swore again. She looked at Woo, absolutely caked in cum. "Heh, was I... was I supposed to do that? Mess you up, I mean?"
"Dunno." Woo admitted. "It's my first day."
"Heh, coulda fooled me." She said, smiling almost meekly. Another cough behind her. She'd had her turn. "Right. Well, keep it up! Doing great!"
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"Fold. Fuck you. Go to hell." The customer complained, downing his drink and stomping off with a much lighter purse than he'd come in with.
"Thank you for your patronage, Club Ceres will be here when you're ready to play again!" Stace called at his back, forcing herself to smile and wave. She collected the cards, scanning the Club Ceres gaming hall for any incoming victims. Each gaze she met took a sudden interest in the slot machines, the other card tables, or the floor, none daring to meet Stace's silent challenge.
"And once more, I am struggling from success." She grumbled, idly shuffling the cards and waiting for another sucker. Ceres had long since realized that Stace's skill for board and card games was actually detrimental to repeat business, the card shark's lethality scaring away all the whales. Stace tried to go easy on them, throw some games to build their confidence, but it was just too easy! She couldn't help but win! And while she covered Ollie's table during their lunch break, they may as well have just put up a 'Gone Fishing' sign.
She glanced around the club, and spotted her big bottomed apprentice having a gay old time, her lower back getting blown out by some amber colored and oddly flustered looking MILF. Despite her flustered, almost paranoid look, the MILF was having too much fun to stop or even slow down her public fuck. "That should be me." Stace muttered, fantasizing about the feeling of Woo's butt. She hadn't exactly been subtle. Stace wanted it. But it felt... somehow unprofessional. Woo had just started here, Stace was like, in a position of authority and mentorship over her. Plus, Stace had celebrated her 31st birthday just last weekend, had a Pinkie Party and everything, while Woo's resume listed her age as "18 and change". The age gap... well, 31 was the new 21, right? And it's not like the authority had stopped Ceres, nor had the age gap stopped this MILF.
Stace reached for her rum and cola, only to discover it was empty of even sweet ice to chew. She reached for the intercom button, ready to ring up the kitchen staff and order another solo round, when she stopped. The amber mare had just fire-hosed the cheering crowd, using Woo's waist like a bipod as her cock fired off loads. When her balls ran empty, the mare ran off, not even having the decency to stick Woo's tray back on or tip her. The nerve of some ponies! Thankfully some good samaritan stepped in to get Woo back in order, and after taking a moment to get her bearings, she started the journey back to the kitchen.
Stace waited until Woo was right about to enter the kitchen, then hit the intercom button. "HEY, STACE HERE. PLEASE SEND A RUM AND COLA TO CARD TABLE 2." She shouted. Damned crappy intercoms.
Pause. Static. Click. Silence. "...ANYTHING ELSE?"
"Uh," Stace looked at the empty seats flanking her. "SORRY, HOLD ON." She said, leaning away from the intercom like she was trying to hear someone over the music. Like it'd sound more convincing. Leaning back, she said "YEAH, AND A ROOT BEER FLOAT!"
Pause. Static. Click. Silence. "...REALLY?"
"Yes. Oh! A BOOZT ROOT BEER FLOAT." Stace added. She put on an affronted tone. "NEED I REMIND YOU THAT WE SERVE EVERY NEED, AND EVERY DESIRE?"
Pause. Static. Click. Deep sigh. "EN ROUTE. TELL OUR 'GUEST' I'M SORRY."
"SHE'S INCONSOLABLE." Stace answered sarcastically, loudly tapping her cards on the table and letting the intercom go silent. She checked the clock. Ollie's break would be up in about 20 minutes, and knowing them, they'd be about 5 minutes late. Plenty of time for... something. If something happened. Stace stared at the kitchen's double doors, flinching each time a pony passed through them. There was every chance that someone other than Woo would be sent to deliver Stace's order. The gaming hall was a serving free for all, first come first serve.
Stace jumped out of her seat, stacks of chips rattling around as she planted her hands on the table for leverage. It was Woo, and there was an unmistakable dollop of vanilla ice cream bobbing at the top of the beer stein she bore! Stace couldn't help but pump her first, then tried to act calm and casual as Woo approached. She looked cool as a cucumber by the time Woo's legs happily hopped in surprise at the 'sight' of her, only spilling a little bit of root beer and cola.
"You surviving without me?" Stace asked, taking her sugary and even more sugary cocktails and setting them on the drinks table to her side.
Woo's legs did some sort of gesture, though what it meant Stace had no clue. She hadn't yet learned the nuances of her body language. She did, however, learn that the bat was superbly flexible, lifting her leg straight up and pointing to the drinks, then swiveling it around to gesture at the empty seats around the table. This move was much easier to read. "Oh, yeah. You just missed them. They weren't happy with how I played cards."
Woo brought her leg down, and shifted her weight onto it. She rocked her hips, showing off the top of her tray. "Uh... sorry. Not sure what you're getting at." Woo tried another inscrutable gesture. "I... think they left for the night?" Woo stamped her foot, exasperated. She made a final attempt, walking around Stace and tapping the small drinks table with her mounted serving platter.
Stace thought she understood, Woo wanted to know if she should take the drinks back. Stace was about to answer, when an evil idea occurred to her. "What's that, Woo? You want me to pop you up on the table? Well, alright, I guess."
Woo's legs impotently fluttered as Stace took her by the tray and set her belly down on the card table, committing the cardinal sin of putting a non-game piece on a gaming table. Stace thought this piece of ass was worth the damnation, and when Woo's feet tapped at her sides, trying to tell her that she'd misunderstood, she cluelessly asked "Trying to hold me tight? Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to seduce me!... Are you?"
Woo's legs tensed in frustration, then dangled in defeat, and finally spread with acceptance. She may be a brainless bitch, but she wasn't stupid. She'd figured out Stace's game, and frankly after the night she'd had, she was up for just about anything. Stace was a good looker, a plump short-stack tall in the one place it mattered, and as she peeled Woo's tray off and set it aside, apparently not interested in the CBT Ian had accidentally engaged in, Woo couldn't help but get excited. Stace hadn't just been teasing all night, she'd been cleaning her up, too. Whenever she got too filthy, Stace would escort Woo to the bathroom and give her an expert whore's bath, chatting with her face in the rare moments she was caught with no cock in her mouth. She sort of owed her this much. Plus, most customers had savaged her cooch, and when Stace grabbed her big bat butt and spread her cheeks wide, she made it abundantly clear that she was going in the back door. It was almost like taking a break, using another hole, and as Stace slowly slid herself inside, Woo more sincerely wrapped her legs around her pear shaped hips. She wanted this.
Stace grinned ear to ear, her golden orange eyes lighting up like she'd hit the jackpot. Woo's big butt was a perfect cushion, her warm guts caressed her as she in turn caressed that big butt, and when her dick pierced the clay-like cut surface capping off her waist, knocking over a stack of poker chips, she couldn't help but laugh at the wonderful absurdity of it all. It was like she was fucking a cartoon character!
When she hilted, Stace paused to catch her breath and take nice spoonfuls of ice cream before it melted. Woo's impaled hips squirmed, full in a way she hadn't been all night and aching in all the right ways. Stace was teasing her now, and she loved it. She squeezed her plump hips, begging her to hurry, and kicked her playfully as she took slow, teasing sips of her soda. She was savoring this. Was Woo really that good?
Hell yes, she was. She'd brought a crowd just by being here. Stace didn't even notice the seats filling around her table until there wasn't a vacancy left. Each guest eyed her and her toy, they had no interest in playing cards. Stace checked the clock.10 minutes before Ollie's break ended, probably 15 before they got back. She took a swig of rum and cola.
"Alright, place your bets! This pile says I cum twice before my coworker gets back, this pile says once, and this pile says I'm relieved without relieving myself!" Stace announced, setting three antes on the table. The gamblers, eager to play a game they might actually win, scrambled to placed their bets.
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"So don't worry, don't you neeeveeer!"
"It only lasts foreeeveeer!"
"All the times that you think it's done,"
"It's just the break before the next one!"
Woo's eyes fluttered, barely conscious as THE Vinyl Scratch sang along to her own chart topping hit "It Only Lasts Forever", harmonizing perfectly with the club speakers and her girlfriend Octavia. Not only was the couples' singalong immaculate, they were humping in time with the rhythm too. Vinyl was the meat of this sex sandwich, while Octavia pounded her from behind, and slammed her into Woo's filthy face doubly hard. There was a panini press joke in there somewhere, but Woo was too delerious to think of it. Her scattered body was being stimulated from every angle, and while she couldn't see or hear anything her parts did, she could feel EVERYTHING.
Her butt was bent over a table and getting railed for almost 20 minutes. A nice plump cock was sliding between her boobs as her torso gave someone a tit job. She felt the spray of hot cum against her blank head, already sticky and filthy just like her face. Of course she felt her face getting smashed flat in Vinyl's hips, and the cock down her throat was distending her throat and getting grabbed and squeezed and played with by her distant body, adding to the singer's pleasure. The pleasure was mutual, as Vinyl dipped her dick in a margarita before shoving it in Woo's mouth, giving her nice fruity taste to enjoy.
And last but not least, her own isolated dick.
In the disorienting haze of overstimulation, somehow Woo managed to concern herself with the contents of the drawer her dick was shoved in. She hoped nothing important was in there, because nothing would survive the night. She'd cum so many times as every other part was used, abused, and passed on to the next ravenous fucker, that her cock was now sitting in a musky pool of her own fluids despite not once being touched.
Not once, until now. She felt a rattling and sloshing. Drawer opening. She felt a hand, firm and familiar. Ceres. Squeeze. She tried to bite her lip, but Vinyl's thick dick and Woo's worn down jaw muscles left her capable of little more than softly squeezing the star's shaft. Ceres coincidentally tightened her grip, holding the blank base and pumping Woo up. Some before unknown reserve of stamina kicked in. Woo hardened. Whatever blood was powering the rest of her bits was pulled away, her minds going hazy in unison. Time sort of didn't exist any more. How long was Vinyl's song? Had the next one already started? Hard to say. Hard as her dick. Harder still when dick was slapped against a wall, stuck and sticking out like a peg. Peg. Oh, that's why they called it that. Ceres slammed back and pegged herself. Woo couldn't even tell what hole she went in. Warm, accommodating, nice. Warm became hot. Hot. Being used... hot. Hot made her feel good. Being used felt good. She was good. Good toys. Good...
Pop. "MMMmmmph!..."
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"Three Thousand. Four Hundred. Fifteen. Bits." Ceres said, setting her calculator aside and whistling at the small mountain of bills and coins. "That's about as much as the rest of our staff COMBINED."
"Woo...hooo..." Woo muttered, slumped over in her seat, holding an ice pack to her throbbing head. She looked like she'd been beaten in any alley. Felt like it to. But in a weirdly good way.
"Heh, funny!" Ceres said, not realizing the pun was unintended. "Well, as stated in the job manual, all tips are collected in a communal pool and each pay period they're divided among all non-managerial staff based on hours worked that period."
"Oh." Woo muttered, watching Ceres shovel all the money she'd worked her ass off for into a big repurposed cardboard box.
Seeing her new star's disappointment, Ceres glanced around the small, closed office conspiratorially, and added "But since it's your first day, and such a successful first day at that, I thought you deserved a little something to show my appreciation." From her own purse, Ceres produced a tightly bound wad of bills the size and thickness of her fist. She smirked when Woo's weary, baggy eyes lit up, and held out her wad for Woo to take. "Keep it up, and I'll see you tonight! Same time, same place!"
"Ok." Woo said, looking at the money roll for a few seconds before stuffing it into her purse and standing to leave.
"Oh!" She yelped, rubbing her butt. She'd just been slapped. Ceres winked. Woo giggled back. This job was a lot harder than what she'd signed on for, but it had its perks.