Money had always been tight for Latch, even more when she'd gotten her own place some months back. Job opportunities had been spread thin, nearly every single one being nearly automated, or already having more qualified workers for such. There were... opportunities however, with various other means of making money.

Standing before one such means, she looked over to the other two males that'd been stationed here; a red and black wolf, and a green drake that she'd briefly seen had the name Zefiro. The two of them had been here for a few hours now, given that they'd looked to have had usage from... others, as well as being secured into their bondage via locks, mitts, cuffs, and a couple straps to boot.

"It's not the best work, but you're paid a mix of on the hour, and of how much you make from being used by anyone that stops by," a gruff, male voice said from behind her. He'd been the one to accept her on the spot for working in one of these stations. Then again, it wasn't like there was no shortage of volunteers. The pay wasn't the worst if you worked in it, but it was something.

"Kinda figured..." Latch muttered, rubbing her arm. "I kinda read it was... $6.40 an hour, right? Plus a small percentage of what you earn in your time being stationed?" Latch turned to face the male. The 'security' of this station was a lone husky, well built, but also very curt.

"Mhmm," the husky hummed. "If you end up making more than what you're expected, or rolling in customers faster than expected, you'll likely have yourself stationed here longer, or unlimited... depending. Just remember once you agree to this, you're forfeit until the end of your term, or until we say otherwise."

Latch mulled the words over, looking over the empty spot, one that would soon be intended for her. She needed the money for this month's rent since she'd been let go from her previous job working in a warehouse a week ago... "Just hand me what I need to sign, or... whatever. I'll... start stripping, I guess."

Piece by piece, layer by layer, she'd stripped away her clothing. Her jacket was first to go, then her tee underneath. Her pants were next, her shoes... panties, bra, and then her band that held her mane up. The room, surprisingly, felt warm enough for her to not shiver despite being in the bare.

Blushing, she shyly tucked a hand over her crotch and her arm across her breasts. She was comfortable looking a bit boyish in her apparel, but she definitely was embarrassed about being nude before some stranger... and then the eventual dozens of strangers. That got her cheeks flushed then, as she'd felt the rush of blood that went to them.

Flinching, Latch darted her head over as she heard a muffled moan from what sounded like... one of the males experiencing an orgasm. Looking over, she'd pinpointed the source to be Zefiro, who'd looked to be making an effort in driving his hips upwards against the device around his shaft. She'd wondered how others exactly used these things, but somehow she'd figure that it would be made apparent in due time.

"Sign right here." The security had seemingly left and came back rather... quietly, which did surprise the poor mare even more as she yelped. The husky held out a clipboard with run of the mill paperwork before Latch, pointing to a line near the bottom.

She didn't really bother reading through the little contract in its entirety, but she did managed to skim through it. She caught that she was able to set any amount time for herself, given she wouldn't be released until the end of its duration. Signing her name along the dots, she steeled herself with a deep breath. How long should she even set herself in here for...?

Stepping over to the vacant slot of the Public Service Station, Latch looked over to the panel, finding there to be no real means for her to put in her name... save for how long she was to remain inside of it. Rent was in three and a half weeks, so she should put something long... not too long, but definitely not short either. Slowly, she cycled through default sets of times ranging from a day, two days, a week, two weeks, three weeks, and so on...

Humming, she knew that she wouldn't last for a long time inside, opting to set herself up for a grand total of five days. Five days that would be... passed in pleasure it seemed. Awkwardly, she seated herself back within the slot, finding what looked like a soft display of her vitals and brief details about her as she sat inside. She couldn't help but to find that to be neat.

"Five days?" The Husky approached Latch, rather non-chalant and uncaring about her nudity. "If you're certain... let's get you strapped in then."

Latch sat quietly, letting the security guide her along as her hands were slipped into the cuffs and mitts for her hands, then the straps around her thighs keeping her legs spread, and sticking her hooves into the slot for feet - a soft cushion underneath preventing and means of discomfort. Lastly then, came the helmet at the very top of her station.

Taking in a deep breath, she allowed the rather phallic inside of the gag push itself into her mouth as it was lowered around her head. She'd been blinded to the world, yet she somehow knew there was something... off about the space provided for her eyes. All of a sudden, after she'd squirmed in her bonds, she felt the straps around her thighs tighten, spreading them open and in full view. The cuffs around her wrists and hooves had then tightened too, leaving her incapable of so much as wriggling either free.

With a uncomfortable moan, she felt something click near the back of her head, something that kept this helmet locked around her head. Pulling taut at her bindings, she huffed as she both tasted something being fed to her... some manner of nutritional paste, as well as something being vented into her nostrils so that she may breath. It smelled... sweet, making her heart stir and her breathing rate increase as she felt her body starting to warm.

A bit of aphrodisiacs mixed in with both... how unsurprising. Before she could start to squirm further, Latch moaned, rolling her head back as far as the helmet would allow as she felt something moist and similar to silicone pressed into her pucker; similarly, a larger, phallic object that had little bumps along the sides pressed into her marehood. Huffing, Latch moaned as the toys went deeper and deeper... every bump, every imperfection she'd felt until the toys had finally stuffed themselves inside of her, a good eight inches; the bumpier of the two sporting a bump larger than the others near the 'base' of it.

Left in total darkness, stuffed, bound, and in full view of the security guard, Latch squirmed, moaning against her gag. With a brief flash, a visual feed had sprouted within her helm, right before her eyes. It gave brief diagnostics that rushed by her, eventually giving a flash of her vitals for roughly four seconds before it faded.

Name: Latch
Total Time: 00:01:27
Time Remaining: 4:23:58:33
Total uses: 0
Remaining Uses: 1300

Thirteen-hundred...? She didn't sign for this, did she? With another uncomfortable moan, she rocked about in her bondage, shaking it as lightly as she could as she tried to gain the attention of the security nearby. Instead of gaining his attention, the screens before her started to show a slow change of vibrant colors that were... distracting, to say the least.

Words were at the bottom-most layer, barely visible against the ever-changing, slow shift of colors. She could faintly make out the words 'relax' and 'you want this', among other various words that incited the subject to relax. Great... she'd incited, with a brief amount of struggles, this manner of behavioral suppression. As she closed her eyes, the glow of the colors visible through her closed eyes, she grumbled to herself.

This was going to be a long few days...

Author's Note

Shorter story, but one I enjoyed writing back then. Originally written at the beginning of May in 2017.