Author's Note

Warning: The commissioner wished to demonstrate some of the darkness associated with the location. As such, there is sexual harassment later in the chapter, albeit no direct sexual acts. If you're uncomfortable with that, feel free to skip.

Lion's Den

Over in Squawkers, it was garnering more and more attention from the nearby populous. As such, they needed more employees, and so they sent out word on the nearby paper. Of course, they need to make sure it is the right paper, they can’t just let anyone see it. No, they need pretty gryphons. Fortunately, they were able to keep the advertisement relatively hush-hush, and were able to find a fairly pretty lady. I’m a griffon with a white body and a turquoise head. Others would say I have a pear-shape body, and I guess I see what they mean… My name is Bangles. I arrived and I was very uncomfortable.

Throughout my stay, I’d get many a pony looking over me, and I could tell they were imagining what I’d look like without my outfit. I always felt so dirty as I did what they paid for, and repeatedly the staff here would tell me that this is normal, that many of them weren’t prepared for all of the attention when they started out. They said that it gets easier the more they get used to it, and they keep assuring me that I’m a natural over here. I didn’t quite believe what they said, at least at first.

See, the more and more I got involved with the work, the more I began to realize how much more naturally it was coming. I felt slightly self conscious about how rarely ponies asked for my breasts, especially in comparison to many of the other griffons, but I got quite a few requests for my backside to compensate. Though much of the money went to the restaurant, I was making quite a bit from my lewd services, and quite a bit from tips. I was getting so, so much more rich! After a while, I was getting so much more confident! Especially when the employees assured me that everyone had each other’s back in these walls.

The next day came, where I’d continue serving these guys. Today, it seemed like there was a party of ponies who wanted to play. Well, “play” is what the other griffons said whenever a pony ordered griffons to perform for them. They were usually more confident and more prepared to say stuff like that, but I don’t think I’m quite ready to use their dialect. Either way, five ponies wanted me to put on a show to me, and I would make sure to give them a show. These must’ve been repeats, at least one of them, because they seemed to request me personally. I guess my butt really got on someponies minds.

The note they’d sent to me gave requested that I wore the maid outfit. So, I wore the black outfit, a lacy servant uniform boasting a very short skirt and a white undershirt that threatened to wrap under my breasts and expose my bareness to onlookers. Meanwhile, the skirt threatened to curl above my backside and show off those tailfeathers. So, I made sure that I was dressed just right, at which I began to move out of the room. They gave me a platter full of various foods they’d apparently ordered, and thus walked out to the proper table.

Forwards and forwards I went while carrying the platters carefully, though with a proper poise. Whenever each griffon wore a different outfit, they each were tasked with adopting a certain character. Nuns would have a reverence to their stride as they carried their stuff, rabbit ladies would have a saunter as they walked, schoolgirls had a giddiness as they carted their stuff around, and, well, I had to demonstrate my servitude as I progressed to the table. All helps to keep the clients enticed, as if they’re looking upon a character that’ll entertain them, like I was a real actor. Anyways, I got closer and closer, and soon found the table.

There, I’d find myself looking at a table full of older stallions, them each seeming somewhat muscular and slightly taller than me. One had green fur, one had sky blue, one had yellow, one had berry red, and one had violet. They didn’t seem to distinct from each other, save for the fur, though I was certain I recognized the sky blue and the yellow one. Upon seeing me approach, that thought was confirmed as those two seemed elated by my appearance, the two of them waving at me. Meanwhile, the other three seemed to be gawking at me, as if they were now understanding what they were brought here to check out. I imagine those other two had personalized their orders, so I can only wonder what the other three probably ordered. I stood by the table, and then set down the platters before them.

“Your orders, my masters,” I said as I set down the meals.

“Ah, what great service!” the yellow stallion said in elation. The many ponies dove into the foods and dragged out what they thought were their foods, before placing them in front of them. I’d have to linger before them for a moment, as opposed to go out and serve other ponies. After all, I had orders to present for them.

“I believe we told you guys about Bangles, right?” the sky blue one said to the table. They each nodded, all while still gawking towards me. I supposed I never quite got over the stares. I couldn’t help but blush under their gazes. It still felt really dirty as they looked upon me and tried to ascertain exactly what I must look like under all of this. “What’d we say? She’s a real beaut’, isn’t she~?” The stallions each nodded in response.

“I just can’t believe what I’m seeing,” the berry red stallion said.

“I think she’s wider than my hips,” the violet one said. I blushed harder and harder and gave a gentle sway before them. They wanted to see, so I had to, as the griffons put it, show off for them. Not show off what they paid for, just yet. No, I had to work up the spirit to display for them. They each kept on looking at me and kept on observing my curves. Eventually, they sighed dreamily. A few of the stallions would focus on eating, while the yellow and sky blue one looked at me.

“Now, we paid for the first few things,” yellow said. “So, you’ll show me those legs, won’t you~” I blushed at the request, and understood.

“Y-yes, masters,” I answered. And then, with their request, I brought up a leg, before putting it down on the tabletop. A few of the currently eating ponies stopped for a moment to gawk, some crumbs falling from their lips. They each reached towards my leg, hovering over it as if it was sacrilegious to just touch it. It wasn’t, just as long as the touchers weren’t weird about it. Eventually, they were on my calves and thighs, and giving a few squeezes. They could feel not firmness, but a sort of plumpness, yet another thing that made me self conscious... After feeling it, they’d stop squeezing, before gliding their hands down my legs, and brushing dangerously close to the soles of my feet.

I wasn’t comfortable with them going way down there, so I’d pull away from them when I felt one of their fingers go down there. My leg was back down, and I knew there were a few more things I’d have to do. And there was an alarming amount of them that asked to me to show off my rump. And so, the first thing would come, where I’d have to turn around and give my backside a little shake towards them. I could feel each pony lean over to get a good look at my “cans” as the employees called them. The skirt was short enough to give them a view of it. This outfit usually came with white panties, but considering my white body, we figured black would make for a better contrast while fitting with the suit’s aesthetic.

I shook more and more, and I was sure that the two could see my cheeks shake and sway with each move of my hips. And, upon peering back behind me, I could see their heads sway in tune with my shaking butt. This couldn’t go on forever, there was more stuff to do for them. But I was sure that if I kept at this that they’d tip me generously. Soon, though, the time for the simple shake was over. Now, it was onto what was one of the more lewd requests…

I backed up more and more, to the point where My chubby butt smushed against the edge of the tabletop, angled so that it peered out from under the skirt. I heard the many ponies there lean forwards a bit, and soon I felt their hands hover dangerously close to my rear. This was a bit dangerous as there was a lot of room to be in violation. They just had to make sure they were far enough away from the valley between either cheek. Thankfully, the usual client was at least that decent. No, these all were merely content with stroking my jiggly cheeks.

For a bit, they seemed strangely content to just rest on my buttocks. Before long, however, they were brushing along my buttocks’ surface, and, of course, squeezing them. It didn’t particularly hurt, there was plenty of fat to absorb the pinches, but it was still embarrassing. My buttocks squeezed and coiled around their hands, seeping through their fingers. I’m pretty sure I heard one of those ponies let out a “woah” as they felt it, as if still in disbelief about what was presented right before them. I couldn’t contain my blush as they kept on stroking and stroking. Eventually, they seemed to have their fill of just feeling me, for they gave pause. I could feel them begin to pull away, and as nice as it seemed, I knew there was still a service they had paid for. And I couldn’t exactly just not provide it, that was real bits they’d spent that wouldn’t be compensated for.

“Don’t go too far, you guys~” I cooed out while still sticking my butt out. I felt them pause for a moment. “I saw five payments for a good old fashioned smack to the rump! And considering how many of you there are, I’m willing to bet that each of you asked for it~” I peered over my shoulder at them, and saw five heads each nodding in affirmation.

“Th-these two recommended it,” the berry red one said. I let out a giggle at that. I don’t think I got recommendations before.

“Well I’d be happy to accommodate!” I cooed. “Now, remember, you each get one.”

“Aw,” I heard the violet one whine. Then I heard the yellow one lightly knock his shoulder in light admonishment while the rest of the table giggled at his outburst. He took a few more bumps to the shoulders, and then I felt each jovial head turn towards my backside. Then I saw each of them lift up a hand. I would ask that they go one at a time were I out of character, but I still had to serve as the pretty maid girl. And so, in a seemingly random flurry, each hand came down and smacked haphazardly on either buttock of mine.

Each smack predictably jiggled my buttocks, them wobbling in a flurry. The two of them bounced before them, before coming to a slow stop. The staff would be tasked with reacting differently to this kind of attack. Some of the more regal/dominative-looking griffons would hold back any cry or pain, but those dressed in a more subservient-looking uniform like myself would have to let out their pain, helps to complete the image and all. So, upon those hits, I gave a squeal of shock. I could hear those stallions give themselves a congratulatory laugh at my reaction, and I was sure they had a good eyeful of my smacked buttocks.

I sighed quietly to myself and stood upright. As humiliating as that was, there was still a few more services for me to do. For now, that’d involve showing myself off a little more. So, I’d pull my ass away from them, and for a moment I could feel a couple of hands hover longingly over my fleeing buttocks. I was soon away from their grasp and standing straight up, such that my skirt was covering more of my butt. And, sure enough, those stallions were trying to peer down and around the blocking clothing. Those guys were stretching really far to get an upskirt of me.

“Now, wouldn’t you rather see what else I can do?” I asked. With that, the many stallions snapped back up to attention, a few of them thudding against the underside of the table as they brought themselves up. I saw sky blue, yellow, and violet rubbing their pained scalps. Luckily for me, the next few requests were relatively vanilla, just me being required to flaunt my stuff for them. A couple of them asked to see my breasts, probably without the warning of their friends. That was a funny word for it: “Warning”, like my body had to have some form of disclaimer or whatever for the benefit of my patrons… I really had to stop thinking that way. This was just a job… just a job… and I was performing for them…

Either way, I’d start by cupping under my breasts, them seeming only slightly smaller than the palms of my head. I made sure to prop them up just right, before giving them a little shake side to side for the crowd of stallions. I was well aware of how underwhelming this bust was compared to the usual staff, so I wasn’t really bothered by the less enthusiastic reactions from the group. Though, still, the lot of them did seem to follow my moves. I was simply shaking them side to side with my hands, before eventually shaking my shoulders to increase the swing. And at that point, those stallions really seemed to be paying attentions. I shook and shook more and more, before slowing down and simply squeezing my breasts with my hands, a feat that was awfully simple considering their size.

Eventually, I’d stop feeling them and stop moving them for the group, allowing them to settle into place. This was far from the end, however. No, they wanted me to show off more of my body. Now, they wanted me to give them a show of my legs, another one. I suppose that this was one of the returning duo’s recommendations. So, now I brought up my skirt a little to brandish my thighs, and began by flexing it a little for them. They could see my chubby thigh flex and throb with my effort. They really seemed to like what they were looking at, to the point where a few of them were starting to stand up and out of their seats. I was amazed at how excited they were over this, maybe they were thinking about how big and meaty these things had to be to support my giant butt. Whatever the case was, I was at least appealing to them.

I kept on angling my leg to give them any view they’d want out of it, while also sparing them the occasional view under my skirt. If I simply heard stories, I would’ve never expected to hear anypony pant at the sight of a lady’s legs. And yet, I’d find myself growing used to, what I’d assumed to be, such an exaggerated expression of excitement for another lady. This was no exception, what with the crowd’s tongues lulled forth and drool pooling down their chins and cheeks. It wasn’t often that I saw larger stallions seem to blush before me, me being the presumably more submissive type, but they each seemed to have blood rushing to their cheeks. And I could only assume blood was rushing elsewhere as well, having been in this business for as long as I have.

I’d go on to gently trace the line of my thigh, from behind my knee up to the edge of my hips, thoroughly demonstrating to them what my legs could possibly do to them if they were allowed time alone with them. I’d even spread my leg to the side a little in order to show off the, ahem, really private areas. My finger was dangerously, dangerously close to the space right in between, but I didn’t quite have the need, nor the permission, to full on touch it, nor did the five of them have permission to request I do that. And, of course, I’d swivel myself around again so that they could get another look at my ass. Just a look, they didn’t have enough bits on their tab to cover much more. Instead, I’d have to squeeze and caress my ass for them, touching myself in ways the onlookers could only dream of, and, if their eyes were any indication, dream they did.

I’d just keep on showing off for them, even giving myself a pat on the buttocks for them, sending a rippling shockwave across my surface. And I heard a few whoops and hollers behind me. Were I not in a costume of servitude, I would’ve flashed a powerful grin at them. But as the maid, I’d have to show off a bit of self consciousness about this. Fortunately, because it’s me, it isn’t that hard to look that way to them. I’d just keep on showing off… when I heard some bits touch down on the tabletop. I rose a brow and looked back, curious about if they had more services in mind for me.

“Hey, I think we have a free chair for you,” the violet one said, them looking over into the corner of the table. I felt a little concerned about this. This was an irregular request, I don’t think this is on anyone’s menu, at least not on this level. But, there is a sort of unwritten rule about the bits being the rules… So, I carefully walked over to the corner they motioned towards, before sitting down at it. I felt the lot of them looking at me with a sort of hungry look, and I felt my heart beating faster and faster. I felt myself shrink a little into the seat as they looked down at me. I could feel them come closer to me, and I could see the pile of bits be pushed towards me.

They seemed to have me right in their pocket. My eyes glanced nervously around at the many guys, at which point I could swear that they’re gazes are getting hungrier and hungrier. The pile of bits got closer and closer, though they stopped it for a moment. Each pony drew their hands away from them, and I shuddered more and more.

“Looks really good, doesn’t it?” the yellow stallion said. “Bet you’d love to go home with all of that. Right?” I peered at the pile of bits a little longer, blushing more and more. After a moment of contemplation, I gave a nod. “Well, I… we can think of a means of parting with them~” I recognized that tone. I hated that tone. It’s that tone someone gets when they want something, no matter how wrong it may be. “Why don’t you… come with us for the night?” And at that, I saw each stallion wear a wicked grin, and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. It was a simple question, and yet it carried such horrible, horrifying power. Especially considering the way they positioned me…

“N-no thank you,” I answered. “I really have more work to-“ As I spoke, I began to lift out of the chair, before the sky blue stallion suddenly grabbed my wrist. I gave pause, before looking up at the rest of the table. I saw each of them partway out of their own seat, each glaring at me with some wicked intent. Their smiles dropped, but I could still feel that hunger emanating from them.

“Oh no, we insist,” the berry red stallion said. By now, they each were out of their seats and coiled around me, to the point where I felt like a snake was wrapping around my form. The yellow stallion was soon behind me, at which he had his hands around my sides, before tracing the outline of my body, from the edges of my breasts to my hips, though his fingers would skirt my backside a little.

“Can you really look at us and say you aren’t at least interested?” the sky blue stallion said.

“Yeah, a big-hipped lady like you deserves a good man to rock your world~” the yellow stallion said. The stallions were getting closer and closer. I shook and quaked. I wanted to go somewhere, but their arms wrapped around me and their bodies threatened to keep me pinned in place. My heartbeat filled my ears, and I tried desperately to shrink away anywhere… However, the sound of a single slap whipping across multiple cheeks sounded out. I looked up, and could see the many stallions stunned while a griffon dressed like a rabbit loomed before them. She had gold feathers and a red head.

“I think that’ll be enough out of you lot,” she said. With her sudden, powerful presence, the many stallions backed away and kept their hands off of me. I was finally able to take a deep breath, at which I didn’t realize that I was holding it, though it didn’t completely surprise me. The suddenly appearing griffin reached out, and grabbed the many stallions by their ears, before hoisting them towards her and out of the table. They each let out almost comical grunts of pain as they were forced to bend down and move, tugged along by her fingers. I would’ve loved to’ve laughed at their sudden loss of dominance, though my heart was still racing.

I sat down and clutched at my chest while grasping the table’s edge in hopes of finding something to squeeze. I panted and panted in hopes that I could calm down. I hadn’t even noticed that the whole of Squawkers seemed to’ve gone silent. I didn’t know when it did, but it had to be at least when those stallions were smacked. As I sat there, I could hear that other griffon telling them that they’ll never be welcome here again, that if she sees them she will expose them to their wives and their friends. Her tirade was soon too far for me to listen to as she forced them out into the lobby.

I sat there longer and longer and kept panting. I was still yet limp, and too focused on myself. I felt sheer terror and hoped to excise it from myself… I wished dearly I wasn’t here, not tonight. I was so focused on my own fear, I didn’t even realize I’d been taken away from the table. Instead, I was in a changing room, that griffon from before standing in front of me.

“Hey… you got some time off for the rest of the night,” she said. I didn’t have the strength to talk. “…If it means anything, you are keeping their tips…” Still, no response. “…Do you regret staying here? …Unfortunately, it’s like that a lot of times. You were lucky until now, but there are some guys that get desperate for a ‘bird in the cage’ so to speak. It’s not every lady that can recognize the kind of tricks they pull or that can stand up to guys like that.” I found myself looking at her more and more as she spoke.

“If you want, you can go home,” she continued. “I can talk to boss, I’m sure she’ll understand if you need to take some time off. Hell, if you really need it, you’re more than welcome to quit.” I still felt too scared to talk. “…Just take all the time you need. Turns out I’m free to be here for you.” And so, like that, the two of us were left in that room for a long time, me unable to talk while she seemed willing to wait forever.