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For Richard and Chelsea, there had been maybe five minutes where the two were just gone. It was a magical time of un-transforming for them as their human shapes reasserted themselves and forged them anew into the humans they were normally. Richard—ever a tease and willing to show off, had no compunction with being in the car naked, but he could see Chelsea wasn't doing so well.

"I could drive us back now. See, hands and feet."

"Th-Then what happens when Susan gets back? Will she be sitting in your lap?" Chelsea pulled her legs up to keep her belly concealed and wrapped her arms around her knees—effectively hiding her chest too. "How long does this take?"

"Just a few minutes, I think. I haven't had a lot to do with Susan. She was already locked into being a pony by the time I found out about all this." Scooching sideways, Richard got behind the wheel and turned the key. "Screw it, let's get home."

They got a block before Richard was forced to admit it hadn't been the best plan. Now he had Susan appearing in his lap while he was driving. Firstly it was hard to focus while there was a cute little stallion practically sitting on his groin, but the real kicker was Susan jolted a little as she returned.

Tightening his grip on the wheel, Richard slammed on the brakes and came to a stop in the early morning light. His heart racing, he looked down to Susan sitting in his lap—she looked like she'd just ran a marathon. "Is everyone okay?"

In the back seat, Coraline had just gotten back from her meeting with Starlight Glimmer and had landed face-first on Chelsea. The former was trying her best to work out what was going on while the latter was too fixated on Coraline's neck.

"It's gone! Where's the collar? How'd you get it off?" Chelsea asked.

"Gimme—Gimme a second to recover. That was intense!" Coraline ruffled her wings and tried to shift over to the empty side of the back seat. "Okay, so when I appeared there, something happened to the collar and it just fell to the floor. I don't know if the magic didn't work so great on it or what, but it's gone. Second, the ponies of that town are nuts."

Susan carefully worked to extract herself from Richard's lap, avoiding putting a hoof on his junk if only by luck. "You gotta give them a chance. Dazed is pretty cool, even if she's just a little sex-crazy. What happened with you?"

"Uh…" Coraline remembered what Starlight had told her, and that she'd agreed not to tell anyone in the town about it. "I got out of town, flew a fair way too, then… Alright, I found a mare in the woods. She was—" Coraline couldn't help but blush at the memory.

"Oooh! And here I thought little Coraline was straight as a die!" Richard turned sideways to look back over his shoulder. "Playing both sides now?"

Ignoring Richard's waggling eyebrows, Coraline let out a sigh. "I remembered what Susan said about how to get back you have to get off. Turns out it's more complicated than that. A blowjob wasn't enough. I had to—I guess I'm maybe a little gay now. It was fun."

"I don't know about you guys, but I need some actual sleep," Chelsea said. "So, if you could just drop me off somewhere with a bed I can pass out on for about three days, that'd be great."

"You can crash at my place. I'm probably going to need some help getting my life in order anyway. Take the next left, Richard," Coraline said.

When Steven finally recovered from his little experiment—entangled in Celeste's limbs on her bed—he couldn't do much else but giggle at how crazed it had all been. Unlike getting drunk, the lust-addled senses of a pony seem to come back in crystal clarity. Far from protesting at being "caught", Celeste had reveled in it. "Is it just me, or do we only have sex as ponies lately?"

"Mmm…" Celeste had been awake, but it was a sleepy, barely conscious awake. "Yeah. It's fun. Besides, I like having a dick."

Steven, his eyes closed, turned so that he could kiss Celeste, but was a little too low and got a face full of boob instead. Instead of trying to compensate, he instead kissed the soft flesh.

"I'm not sure if I'd go all the way like Susan. I like my girls too much to give them up for the horse life." Reaching her hands up, Celeste showed off what she meant by girls with a gentle squeeze to her own chest. "Not that I don't love having a horsedong. It's so big and sensitive and… I love it."

Busy paying attention to Celeste's chest, Steven let out a groan when he heard the doorbell ring. "We should remove that thing." Nonetheless, he set about disengaging himself from Celeste and making his way out of bed. His boxers were nowhere to be seen, so he instead just grabbed a towel off the floor and wrapped it around his waist before heading to the front door. "Coming!"

What Steven saw when he opened the front door surprised him a little. It wasn't a pony but was definitely related to them. He could see their hindquarters were very much pony, but the front end seemed all bird. "Uh, hello?"

"Steven, it's me! Coraline…" Despite the early hour, and not having slept a wink, Coraline felt well-rested and ready for the day. Susan had said she always woke up feeling great, no matter what went on in that other world, but it was a surprise to experience it. "There was a hiccup last night."

"Come in. I'll get a coffee on." Steven turned and walked back through the living room toward the kitchen. "You want to start from the start?"

Celeste opted for a shower, so when she came out to find Coraline and Steven hugged together on the couch with some music playing, she was surprised. "Who's our new guest?" She was intrigued with their new visitor, their pony back end a contrast to the birdy front. "Wait, are those wings?!"

"Apparently Coraline lucked out a bit with what she got stuck as. They're called hippogriffs. Hands, wings, and a horsecock." Steven had to fight himself not to just reach down and give it a stroke for good measure. "Coffee pot's on."

Unable to stop herself, Celeste reached out a hand and rubbed at one of Coraline's ears. Only when Coraline leaned into the touch did she realize what she was doing, and by then it was a little too late to stop. "Is there anything we can do to help? Do you need a place?"

"Huh? Nah. That's kinda what started all this. I'll explain if you want." The rubbing of her ear had Coraline more relaxed than she'd have thought possible.

"Wait for me to get some coffee and I'll take you up on that. You want one?" Celeste slowly drew her fingers from the tufted ear, the feel of it making her rub her fingers together subconsciously.

When Celeste returned with her own coffee, Steven grabbed up his mug and made room for her on the couch. "I'll go take a shower now. That'll let you get up to speed."

Coraline had opinions on the situation, but she didn't voice them. It was Steven she came to talk to, though her earlier encounter made her reevaluate all her female friends. Was she into Celeste? "So, it all started because I agreed to a stupid deal with a customer…"

As she listened to the story, Celeste found her free hand migrate to Coraline's head again and she started slowly rubbing another tufted ear.

Having told the story just a little earlier, Coraline was getting better at it. Relaxing into a good ear-rub was apparently her new favorite thing, and even before she finished her story she was leaning against Celeste. "… and then, with nothing to do and with my cousin asleep in my bed, I figured I'd come and see—"

"… Steven." Celeste wasn't an idiot. She knew that Coraline liked Steven, and although it was a little annoying how needy she seemed to be for him, Celeste was comfortable in the knowledge that Steven might hunt around a little, but he passed out in her bed.

"I… Yeah."

"I don't blame you, he's hot as hell and considerate too. He's fun to be with and isn't afraid of talking about his emotions. He also likes to be forceful from time to time, which is just enough to scratch my itch for it." Celeste didn't stop rubbing Coraline's ear.

Quiet for a few moments, Coraline mulled over the descriptions. "I didn't know half those things about him. I guess I just—I like his drive. He's a modern gentleman, but I still want to do dirty things with him. It's a bit frustrating now."

"You mean with the whole gotta have sex with a mare thing?" Celeste had been detecting glances from Coraline throughout the talk. So far she'd done a good job of hiding that she'd noticed them. "Do you want to try anything?"

The question caught Coraline off-guard. She tried to get her head around it and each time she ran into the conclusion that Celeste was inviting her to explore. After far too long of listening to the thoughts in her head, Coraline found herself nodding slowly.

"Maybe we can have Steven involved?" The moment she mentioned it, Celeste saw Coraline's face light up. Despite having a beak, a hippogriff's face seemed quite expressive. "I'll take that as a yes please."

"Sorry. Yeah. It's a big step from getting horny and desperate with a mare to—to being back here with another woman." Coraline, despite being far from a woman herself, still identified as one.

"Would it help if I put a plug in and spent some time on all fours with you? A little stallion for you to rub-off on?"

A sigh of relief left Coraline's beak. She giggled at the thought and nodded. "It really would. Don't get me wrong, sex is fun, but that constant work-up of frotting against someone is just soooo good." She was about to say something else when she felt Celeste's other hand between her legs.

When the woman's hand felt around, Coraline was about to say something, but then it found her balls. The first squeeze silenced any complaint that could have come from her. The second made her sigh with an odd whistle sound. The third carried her away and had her leaning against Celeste and setting her beak on one of her breasts.

"That's okay? Sorry if I'm a bit forward, but from what I remembered of you and Steven, you seemed to like forward."

"Y-Yeah. It's nice." So nice, in fact, that Coraline twisted and turned so that she was on her back, legs splayed out to the sides, and draped over Celeste's lap. She was hard as a rock, but still Celeste only gave her a slow ball massage. It wasn't the same as frotting, but it was its own special little slice of pleasure. "Really nice."

When a second hand started rubbing her chest, Coraline looked "down" to see that it was Steven. She let out an odd little whistling sound of happiness and sprawled back across Celeste's lap.

"Having a bit of fun I see? I'd be inclined to join you both, but I have some work to do in the garden. Someone has been distracting me from it most of the week, and I don't want to get behind in that." Steven kept rubbing, however, his fingers tracing along ribs and muscles.

"What about some fun with Coraline tonight? You, me, making this cute bird-horse whistle a lot more." Celeste kept up her massage of Coraline's balls while she looked up at Steven.

"Sounds like a good night. You sure you're cool with it, Coraline?" Steven didn't stray his petting low enough to find Coraline's hard shaft, though he was tempted to.

Coraline wanted to reply, but all her brain was capable of doing was squirming her rump from side to side. This had the effect of breaking Celeste's touch with her balls and let her gasp out a few times before she managed to reply. "I should go to work, but after that I'd—I'd really like to try some things. I've never been—I'm straight. But I'd like to try some stuff. Celeste said she'd like to help—"

"I get it, and I bet she does. Don't worry, we'll take it slow and you can decide when and what you want to do, but I can promise you one thing." Steven trailed his fingers up through Coraline's coat and into the soft down of her neck and jaw. "I'm going to suck you off and make you chirp like a canary."

For a second Coraline could only sit there and stare with a silly expression on her face and her beak slightly agape, then she reached a talon up to grab Steven's arm, pulled him down and used her other to grab the back of his neck.

Steven wouldn't have thought a beak would be able to flex and move, but Coraline managed to match hers to his lips in a surprising kiss that made him rethink the idea of gardening. Reaching behind her neck, Steven made sure the kiss lasted a little longer before finally breaking the embrace. "D-Definitely tonight."

Celeste wouldn't have been upset with Steven even if she didn't see the effect his reaction had on Coraline. She looked more excited, alert, and ready to tackle a day of… something. "So, what's up for the rest of the day?"

"Huh?" Coraline, distracted by watching Steven walking back to the kitchen, turned to look at Celeste. "I hadn't really thought that far ahead. Last night was a bit of a shock and…" Giving a little squeak of surprise, Coraline squirmed until she was sitting upright on the couch—which had the effect of dragging her shaft across Celeste's leg. "I need to get to the club and check up on my tips."

"I guess we could go now. I need to talk to Richard about maybe doing more work there. The pay's better than—than working behind a desk, and I had a lot more fun doing it than any desk job I've had." Celeste's hand seemed magnetized and pulled toward Coraline's head. She didn't even realize she was giving Coraline an ear-rub until she started to stand up. "Oh, uh, sorry."

"You know, it's funny how I was never a big touchy-feely sort, but now I just leaned my head sideways so you could rub my ears a bit easier. You need time to change?" Coraline had to admit that not having her ears rubbed made her less comfortable than having Celeste doing it.

"Should I dress for the job I want?" The old saying made Celeste giggle as she walked. "What do you think?"

"Richard has more than enough kinky stuff at the club. If he wants you dressed for a part, he'll dress you up himself. Just wear something casual, but don't be afraid to show a little cleavage. He knows you're a draw for his big clients, but he likes to have his employees looked at." Following Celeste, Coraline hadn't expected to have relaxed so much around her, but a little cuddle did wonders for her it seemed. Though the prospect of playing with Celeste as a stallion helped seal the deal.

"Oh! I've got just the thing!"

The thing, as it turned out nearly twenty minutes later, was a black push-up bra under a tight white shirt that was as obvious in its statement as Celeste wanted it to be. With a pair of tight bike shorts and a skirt over that, she looked the very image of down to fuck, which is what she was going for.

"You've got the body for that. I know a few girls that work at Richard's place that wouldn't be able to nail that look as well. Come on, let's go see how long he slept."

Richard hadn't slept long, but was still attempting to get some sleep for another two hours while Coraline and Celeste worked in the V.I.P. Lounge to get the bar and the room clean and ready for another night. With both of them having manipulating digits, the work went surprisingly quickly and they were done just as Richard opened the door.

Wearing a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of skinny jeans that left very little to the imagination, Richard yawned as he walked into the room. "Forgive me, beautifuls, but I need a coffee to wake up."

"How much did you sleep?" Coraline asked as she walked up behind the bar and reared up on her back legs. With enough height to barely see over the bar, she stepped up on the lower shelf and approached her normal head-height. "The usual?"

Leaning across the bar, Richard angled his head and looked down to see how Coraline was standing. "Yeah, and I'll have to get you a little platform back there."

"Celeste asked if she could get more work here." Coraline turned and started working at the coffee machine. "You want a drink too, Celeste? Anything off the shelf is fine." She knew this trap because Richard used it with everyone he hired, so she figured she'd get it out of the way first.

"A coffee sounds great, actually. Long black, please." Celeste set down the duster she'd been working over the curtains and walked over to the bar to sit beside Richard.

"It just so happens the star attraction—a tattooed girl who turns into a stallion—just had to retire. We're going to have a bunch more rules, but I think I can find a place for you. You still like being anonymous, or can we show your face?" Richard asked.

That brought Celeste up short. "Look, I'm thinking of quitting my job. After how much I made from just that one show, and with…" Closing her eyes, Celeste let out a sigh. "Why don't we just go with yes, but keep the masquerade up for a bit in shows?"

"Oh? Make it your thing, then have a big show about revealing your face?" Taking a cup of coffee from Coraline, Richard licked around the rim before dumping it down his throat like a shot. "I like it. You know that doing it for money means that not every time will be exactly what you want, right?"

"Yeah. But just to make sure, it'll always be with you, right?"

"Or me." Coraline passed Celeste her coffee. "I'm sure we could have some fun showing everyone how these plug things work at ensnaring others and turning them—slowly—into ponies. Plus mine might still be a random dice roll. So it would be a bit of a different thing each time, right?"

Celeste shivered and sipped at the coffee. "I'd be fine with that."

"It's me I'm worried about. Today has shown that I can relax more around you than I would have thought possible. I'm not going to lie, the first time I saw you and Steven my ladyboner for him made me want to dislike you." Coraline finished up making her own coffee as she spoke and turned back to share a smile at Celeste. "But then I found out how damn nice you are. It hurt for a bit to know I'd been making you out to be the bad guy of my own sexcapades with your boyfriend."

It was a lot of information for Celeste to take in. Coraline's motives were, she had to admit, fairly typical, but it was one thing to acknowledge them and another to admit to them to the person you were trying to hate. "And now?"

"Now I want to bang you, too, but just to see how much I'd enjoy it. I suspect I'll like it a fair bit, but you never know…" Coraline sipped at her coffee, eyes studying Celeste for her reaction.

"And if you can't, you can always turn me into a stallion, right?" It was the brighter, more lighthearted side of it. It was also safer than diving into her own feelings. Celeste gave Coraline a lopsided smile and raised an eyebrow.

The phone at the bar let out a soft, single beep. Reaching across, Richard picked up the handset and set it to his ear with an extravagant gesture. "Ahoy-hoy?" After a moment of listening to one of his bouncers, Richard's face lit up with a smile. "Pay them and show her up. She's on the list of people I'll see at a moment's notice." Twirling the handset in his fingers, Richard set it down and looked at his bartender. "Your cousin arrived. She couldn't remember how to get here so called a taxi."

"Not bad problem solving. I take it she'd forgotten to bring money?" Coraline started making another coffee, judging that the four-to-five hours sleep Chelsea would have gotten wouldn't have been enough to function without the precious stuff.

"Something like that. Your cousin is a bit…"

"… air headed. Don't get me wrong, she knows her stuff when it comes to magic—Didn't think I'd ever be saying that seriously, yet here I am and I don't know what else I was going to say." Coraline set the coffee down on the bar just as the door of the V.I.P. Lounge opened and Chelsea stumbled in looking like a mess. "What happened to you?"

"All my clothes are in my car. The car I parked at the back of the club I didn't know how to find." Chelsea spotted the coffee and homed in on it like a shark that smells blood in the water. She froze as she picked up the coffee and got it to her lips. Staring at Coraline, she took a deep breath before drinking the caffeine-rich drink.

"Sooooooo…" Richard leaned sideways so that he was shoulder-to-shoulder with Chelsea. "About that special butt plug. What do you think about trying again today?"

"Let her wake up first. I made that an extra pull on a short black—it should do the job." Coraline turned and made herself another short black, but chose to nurse this one rather than just gulping it down.

Coming up for air, Chelsea nodded. "'s good! I can try again to get what you—"

The telephone beeped softly again.

Rolling his eyes, Richard reached over and lifted the handset. "Hall of Lords. I've got all the best ladies." After a moment he sighed. "Send them up, Armand." Hanging up again, Richard smiled leaned toward Chelsea and, putting his hand between their mouths, kissed her. "Looks like I have some business first. If you'd like, you can take your pick from the wardrobe back there. Just make sure to flash me what you're wearing, when you have it how you want it, so I can have it replaced."

"You mean to keep?" Chelsea was surprised.

"Yeah he does. You're like the only brains he has that knows how to work this magic stuff. He's going to treat you good, Chels" Coraline stepped down off the shelving and walked to the stage. "Come on. Let Richard talk shop."

"Me too?" Celeste asked before jumping up and running after Coraline when a single talon crooked her way.

With the room soon emptied, Richard reached around to set all the coffee cups behind the bar except his own. The door opened behind him just as he was artfully leaning against the bar. "Armand?"

"Yes, boss. Mr. and Mrs. Woolly here to see you." Armand was all muscle and didn't care that it was his profession. He was paid well to take care of problems for Richard, and that's something he was okay with.

Peter Woolly looked around the room. He was more familiar with it during the evenings, but the recent memories of the place made him want to cross his legs lest something come up. "Sp—"

"Please, just Richard." Looking at the woman, Richard gave her the courtesy of a good look. She had curves, but she was hiding them with clothes that weren't flattering in the least. "What can I do you for?"

"W-When Peter told me what you were doing here, I—I wanted to try it." Helen Woolly said. She couldn't look Richard in the eyes, not after admitting such a thing, but she managed to not turn and run.

"Explain to me," Richard said as he took another sip of coffee, "exactly what it is you want to try. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but we cater to a lot of varied clientele."

Helen's head jerked up like she were a marionette. She looked at Richard for a moment to try to ascertain if he was getting off on making her embarrassed. "I want you to put one of those things into me that turns me into a little stallion. I want to feel my—my body changing. I want to be something else for—"

"Hundred dollars. In my hand right now. We'll go back stage and put one of the butt plugs into you, then pull it back out. You'll be a little stallion for most of the day." Richard set his coffee down on a coaster and held out his hand.

A hundred dollars wasn't a lot of money given the recent shows, but it was also just a few minutes work. Quick, easy money. The best bit was, from Richard's point of view, that they would keep coming back to pay him for this simple service.

For a second Peter was surprised at how cheap and how quick Richard agreed to help them. Reaching to the back pocket of his jeans he pulled out his wallet and extracted a crisp hundred from it. He'd been planning ahead and had twenty of them just in case. "Here."

"W-Will this really turn me into—into a stallion?" Helen watched Richard take the bill and put it in the front pocket of his jeans. It wasn't nothing to them, but $100 wasn't a huge amount of money.

"Absolutely. We have, currently, two models. One is a certified cute little stallion that is your basic model. The second is a random roll. You might have wings. You might have a horn. You might not even be a pony. What do you want?" Richard walked up to the stage while talking, beckoning the Woollys along too.

"It—It'll be male, right?" When Richard nodded, Mrs. Helen Woolly grinned. "Then surprise me."

When Richard led the Woollys into the dressing room, he poked his head in first to ensure nothing untoward was happening. He spotted Coraline and Celeste chatting while the latter was giving Chelsea (now a unicorn) a good ear rub. "We have some visitors, ladies. Mr. and Mrs. Woolly here would like to give Mrs. Woolly a little surprise present. Now, we don't have a spare 'random' one right now, but I know someone who can donate one."

"You mean one of these?" Chelsea used her magic to float the plug she'd just removed from herself up. "Celeste explained how they're communicable. We decided to test with—uh…"

Coraline blushed under the downy feathers and fur of her face. "We have one, is what she's trying to say. Chelsea wanted to work out what had happened with that version."

"Y-Yes! You want to use it?" Perplexed a little, Chelsea wasn't in any position to think hard about anything except the fingers working at her sensitive ears. There was something amazing about a good ear-rub that she would have to study.

Reaching out, Richard took the plug out of midair. "Here we are. Normally I'd ask if you want some private time with it, but our specialists are going to need to remove it once it's done its work. You have two specialists to choose from. Miss Coraline and Miss Chelsea."

When the couple opted for Coraline and went into the bathroom to carry out the procedure, Richard was left with Chelsea and Celeste to chat with. "That was good thinking of you to make a copy of—"

"It wasn't good thinking, Richard. Chelsea got mesmerized when she accidentally looked under Coraline's tail. It was all I could do to calm her down after it." She got a hand on each ear and rubbed them, which seemed to reduce Chelsea to mush. "I've been practicing this lately, you know. You could probably charge for turning someone into a pony and giving them a good ear rub."

"I should ask, but how gay were you before all this?" Richard asked as he walked up to the two women.

"Huh?" Celeste surrendered one ear to Richard while she started petting Chelsea's head.

"This"—Richard gestured at Chelsea—"and Coraline. You seemed more focused on me and your boy in the past, but now you're much cozier with girls, too. Did you ever make a pass at Coraline before?"

The question brought Celeste up short. "I mean, I'd been with girls before, but that was mostly in college. I guess this is just more…"

Nodding, Richard rubbed one of Chelsea's ears and under her chin. "More. You know why I never responded to your advances, but I don't think this is all related to my little defeminizing fetish. I'd say I'm probably about 10% bi now."

"So you'd fuck me if I acted like a tomboy?"

"What? No. You're not—You're too woman. Don't get me wrong, Celeste, you're smoking hot and I can promise you most of the guys that see you every day do want exactly that, but not this guy."

"But when I have a dick?" Celeste couldn't keep the grin off her face.

"Then I'll be on you like white on rice. But if you want to get paid for that, you have to keep yourself human all day." At his petting, Chelsea had tipped her head up and back so Richard could rub as much of her neck as he could. "She seems to be enjoying this."

Chelsea, who had been enjoying the attention far more than she would have ever thought possible, let out a satisfied sigh. "It's nice, but you're on the clock."

Snatching his hands back as if they'd been burned, Richard put on his most fake shocked expression he could. "We haven't even discussed payment!"

Having psyched herself up for this discussion, Chelsea tried to forget the fact she had a gorgeous woman petting her. "Let's talk payment then."

All that ran through Celeste's mind as the two negotiated Chelsea's payment was the question Richard had asked her. She was barely aware that Chelsea had clopped her hoof against Richard's fist, but when the door of the bathroom opened a moment later her attention turned to it.

Helen Woolly was a little wobbly on her paws and talons, but she liked the outcome. She tried to strut, but without the compliance of her new limbs she wouldn't have been capable of it—thankfully they were all in agreement that strutting was something to do.

Beside his wife, Peter Woolly was doing a poor job of hiding his excitement. His wife was a little taller than he'd expected, but he liked the griffon look a lot. "It worked!"

"Half bird half cat? All griffon. I love it!" Richard clapped his hands in delight. "Mrs. Woolly, are you satisfied?"

Her attempts at speech, despite her fervent desires to say how happy she was, were confounded by Helen's beak. Everything came out wrong, and the best she'd managed so far was a whistle. She settled with a nod and a smile.

"She needs some time to adjust. Her beak's a little more beak-like than mine, and I think her vocal cords changed." Coraline gestured to her own beak as she spoke. "I guess I got off lightly." She set the washed, used plug on the nearest counter-top.

"Well, it's good to hear everything went well. Just remember, it will wear off during a good night's sleep. By tomorrow morning you'll just have the memories and a few stains to worry about." Richard gestured to the door leading out of the dressing room. "If you head back downstairs, Armand will escort you to your car."

When the two had gone, Richard let out a sigh. "So, that was one of the easiest hundreds I think we've ever made."

"They paid a hundred just for…" Coraline tilted her head to the side slightly. "Well, I guess you're right. That was pretty easy money. And it's safe with every chance they'll come back and want more."

"Exactly! So, if anyone outside the cool kids club wants this, they pay. We're doing them the service of taking care of the risks for them."

"So, what about my tips from last night?"

Pulled back to the here-and-now, Richard remembered what he'd been told when he first arrived. "Right. He paid by check, and you wouldn't believe it but he left you a tip on top of that. What did you say to him?"

"Honestly? I don't remember. I think it was all about reminding him that I was his while I had the collar on, that kind of thing. He kept squirming so it must have been working."

"How much was it?" Celeste asked.

Coraline grinned, her beak definitely more malleable than a griffon's. "Enough to put a deposit on a house."

"Don't you, like, not need to sleep anymore?" Chelsea asked. "I mean, you still need clothes and—You don't even need clothes!" It was hard to be indignant, however, thanks to Celeste's continued work on her ear and neck. Tilting her head up, she looked up at Celeste. "You don't happen to need a roommate, do you? I can pay, and I accept any and all ear rubbing."

"I'll talk to Steven about it. We weren't planning to have any renters, but another income during all this would be good." The thought of having another like-minded person living in the house appealed to Celeste, but like moving in with anyone, adjustments would need to be made all round. "We'll talk about it tonight after work."

"Don't forget our plans for after work." Coraline couldn't believe she was reminding Celeste, but she just felt so much more at ease with the woman. Part of her was even jealous of her cousin getting the ear rubs.

Spotting the green gremlin, and wanting to remind Coraline that she was interested in her, Celeste reached her free hand out and started rubbing one of Coraline's big, tufted ears. "Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to play. I'm still doing a show, right?"

Richard felt the sting of envy now, though he was more careful about not showing it. He contented himself with the promise that he'd be playing with Celeste later on. "Sure are. We don't want to bleed our audience too much, so we'll make normal shows of just transforming you with no additions as being a relaxing thing they can come and watch. It will help you and me get more used to working together."

The reality of her new employment started to sink in for Celeste. Sex—at least hand and blowjobs—as well as pleasure and showing off were literally her job now. "This is an acting thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Coraline gave up getting her ear rubs so she could roll over and get a chest rub instead. It also meant she got to look up at Celeste while it happened. "You have to pay attention to each other and the crowd. Read the cues your partner's giving while try to play up for what the crowd tells you it wants. Getting too focused on your own pleasure might be fun, but it also means your partner needs to do all the work, and you risk the crowd not being into it."

"But"—Richard tickled Coraline's jaw with his fingers—"you have to enjoy it, too. You have to love the crowd and get off on it a bit. It's a show, and they came to watch you have fun. You'd better believe they'll notice if you're not having fun. Anyway, you lovely darlings, I have a club to prepare. Miss Chelsea, please continue your investigations and work, Coraline, feel free to give Celeste more tips, and if both of you want to come downstairs and help us set up, you're welcome to."

"If I can stop everyone from petting me, I'll be fine to get back to it." Chelsea, being a little awkward, put more heat into her words than she intended. "Wait. Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It was…" She let out a sigh in the empty room. "Why am I such a klutz sometimes? Oh well, Chelsea, time to get some work done."

Author's Note

Ask Richard : Do you have plan if your staffs/volunteers end up as colorful, horny non-human?

"But of course. Staff will be given the opportunity to try this once I have made sure it's as safe as possible—let's call it phase two." Grinning, Richard gestured expansively. "Phase three is going to be a lot more fun!"

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