Chapters Fluttershy slumped into the break room chair.
“So, neighbor, how’s the data entry goin’?” Pinkie Pie asked.
Fluttershy threw away the plastic baggie that had held her sandwich. “Not great. I did half of it yesterday. But it’s so boring that I’m going way slower today.” She took another sip of coffee. It really was pretty good. Better than the stuff she had at her apartment, even. It had a subtle aftertaste of something that was hard to place.
“How much did ya get through this morning?”
“I don’t know.” Fluttershy scrunched her lips, furrowed her brow. It had all started to blur together. “I guess I stopped counting too much.”
“You know, I’ve got just the thing for you.” Pinkie Pie glanced around. They were the only two people in the break room. She reached into her purse, pulled out a box.
“What’s that? Oh, uhm, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Pinkie smiled. She turned the box around. The picture on the side showed a picture of a woman biting her lip, and a curving, bumpy piece of white silicon.
Pinkie leaned in. “It’s a wearable vibrator.”
Fluttershy felt her cheeks redden. “What?”
“You put it on underneath your panties.” She traced a finger along the picture. “See the shape? It fits right in.”
“Are you serious?” Fluttershy looked at the breakroom door. “Is this a joke or a prank or something?”
“It’s just a little way to make your work day less boring, you know?” Pinkie leaned in again. “I’m wearing one.”
“What?” Fluttershy squeaked out.
Pinkie Pie pulled out an egg-shaped remote. It was the same shade of pink as her hair. “No joking. I would never lie to my best friend and cubicle neighbor. That’s a sacred bond! More important than your apartment neighbors, even!”
Pinkie set the remote on the table, slid it over. “You can prove it.”
Fluttershy looked at Pinkie. She had not stopped staring the whole conversation.
Fluttershy reached out slowly, pushed a button on the remote.
Pinkie Pie flinched, exhaled sharply. “See?” she whispered.
Fluttershy pressed the button again, and Pinkie doubled over on to the desk.
“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry.”
“I-it’s fine.” Pinkie grabbed the remote, pressed something and relaxed. “Like I said, it’s great. Really keeps you awake when you’re typin’ in stuff nonstop.”
Pinkie slid the box forward. “I got a new one just for you. Just stick it in your purse, make a little trip to the bathroom, and then just like that, exciting job!”
Fluttershy picked up the box. She had an internet connection, so of course she knew the idea. But in public? In an office? How crazy was this girl?
“There’s some tech on the cubicle walls, you know.” Pinkie Pie said. “It blocks out noise, to reduce distraction. Really, you can be as loud as you want. But, well…it’s kind of fun to see how quiet you can be.”
Fluttershy stared at the box. It was insane. She should walk out of the break room, of the building. She should be at home bragging to her comrades about her big score, lining up bids.
She rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip.
Type, close popup, corporate message. Pulse. Type, close popup, corporate message. Take a sip of coffee. Turn the page. Pulse. Rinse, repeat, until her shift ended.
When she got home, she felt so tired again. The vibrator had made her feel more…awake? It had definitely made her day go faster. She had barely noticed the time. Pinkie Pie had needed to remind her that her shift was over again.
She really should check that data. Brag to everyone on the forum, start sending out notices to her contacts.
She stuck her clothes in the wash, kicked off her heels. She fell asleep with the vibrator on, thinking about how much data she still had left to enter.
Fluttershy leaned back, turned up the vibrator a notch. She had finally entered every page in that stupid binder. It was nearly the end of her shift, but she had done it. She deserved a reward for all that hard work. She pressed the button again, and again. She leaned back in her chair, pulled her legs in. A shudder ran through her whole body.
“Hey, you finished!” Pinkie Pie was leaning over the cubicle wall. “I knew you could do it!”
“Thanks, Pinkie Pie. Couldn’t have made it through the whole thing without your, uhm, advice.”
“I’ve got good news, too. We’ve been monitoring your progress, and you’ve done better than any other temp we’ve had! They told me to take you up to see the boss when you were done!”
“What? Really?” Fluttershy clicked a button, lowered the intensity just a little. “They want to see me?”
“Yeah! I bet we want to hire you on permanently. Maybe even give you a promotion.”
“A…promotion?” Why should she care what a bunch of suits think? Who cares what the boss thought of her work? But it did feel…nice? Being recognized, being praised…
“Come on!” Pinkie Pie leapt out of her cubicle, gestured for Fluttershy to follow her. “The boss is waiting!”
Fluttershy stood up, wobbled a little. “Right, sure… Show me.”
The elevator went up and up and up. It stopped on the top floor. That seemed odd. When Pinkie had said “boss”, surely she had meant some middle manager? Maybe even the secretary who had given Fluttershy that overlong orientation.
The elevator opened on to a big atrium. Wood paneling and chrome accents covered the entire room. An empty secretary’s desk stood in front of two large wood doors.
Pinkie strolled forward, dragging Fluttershy by the wrist. She walked too fast. Fluttershy stumbled a few times, legs still clenching together. She was breathing heavier than she should be.
The boss’ office was big. Three of the walls were a single large window. The epitome of corporate excess.
Pinkie Pie bowed theatrically. “Hello, Ms. President.” Pinkie Pie tugged Fluttershy forward. “Typeset, let me introduce the President, CEO, owner, and founder of DiamondTech, Rarity Belle.
President Rarity looked up. She was sitting on her desk, leafing through a boring manila folder. “Ah,” she smiled. “So nice to finally meet you in person, Typeset.”
Fluttershy nodded. “Thank you. I wasn’t expecting the President to greet me personally. Sorry to take up so much of your time.”
“Oh, think nothing of it, my dear.” Rarity nodded to Pinkie Pie. Pinkie left, skipping and humming all the way.
“I must say, we’ve never had a temporary worker as efficient as you.”
“Thank you.” The compliment made Fluttershy’s cheeks redden. Why? She didn’t care what this corporate scumbag thought of her. She had heard all the rumors, followed the missing journalists and their research.
“Oh, how silly of me.” Rarity turned her body forward. Underneath her miniskirt, Fluttershy caught a glimpse of bare skin. “You must be wondering what position you are here for.” Rarity spread her legs, and her skirt pulled taut against her body. “You see, my last secretary quit on me, and it’s been so difficult to find a replacement.”
Fluttershy swallowed, and it would have echoed in the huge office, if not for the massive floor rug and photos littering the walls.
Rarity looked gorgeous. Soft skin, expertly crafted hair, and her suit had been tailored to accentuate every little curve just right.
Why am I thinking this? Fluttershy thought to herself.
Rarity beckoned Fluttershy forward. Fluttershy’s feet felt like lead. She had to drag them across the overpriced carpet to Rarity’s desk. Why was she sitting here talking to one of the most corrupt, most dangerous, most beautiful CEOs in the entire country? She needed to run, to bolt out the door.
Rarity smiled again. It was too wide, too malicious to be a proper corporate smile. “Go on, then.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t…”
“Get on your knees,” Rarity said.
So Fluttershy did. She was exactly eye level with Rarity’s pussy.
She had left the vibrator on, just a little. The buzzing clouded her thoughts. Why was she doing this? She didn’t want to be a secretary, even if it was for someone as powerful as Rarity. Especially for a company as corrupt as DiamondTech.
She just sat there, staring. Rarity’s grabbed the back of her head, wrapped fingers into her hair, pushed her forward.
Rarity smelt amazing. Lavender perfume, with a little hint of jasmine, just barely overpowered by sweat.
“Stick your tongue out,” Rarity ordered.
So Fluttershy did. She had never done this before. She started licking, pushing. The salty, sharp taste coated her tongue. It tasted better than she ever could have imagined.
She felt Rarity’s hand guiding her head, pulling and pushing her in and out. Rarity’s other hand reached into Fluttershy’s pocket, and she felt the vibrator remote slide out. Her vibrator started pulsing, faster and faster.
Fluttershy moaned. She shivered and gasped. There was too much happening, too much to take in. It tasted incredible. It felt incredible. It looked and smelled amazing.
Rarity pulled her head away. Fluttershy’s tongue and mouth continued moving for a moment, damp with Rarity’s juices.
“Extremely adequate,” Rarity said.
“Sorry,” Fluttershy muttered. Sorry for what? For disappointing this entitled corporate tool? It made no sense.
“Well, I guess your typing skills make up for it.” Rarity let go of Fluttershy’s hair, and Fluttershy’s head flopped down.
“And I suppose we could always install some biomods if I get bored of you.” Rarity moved into her actual chair, pulled out a stack of papers. “Here’s your new employee contract. No need to read it. Just sign next to all the stickers.”
This was it. All Fluttershy had to do was refuse. To ask for some time to think it over and then never come back.
“Sorry, but can I…” Forming the words was so hard. Fluttershy licked her lips. It tasted so good. “Can I think about it, and get back to you tomorrow?”
Rarity smiled. “A proper employee does not think.”
“But I don’t…”
Rarity was still holding the remote. She clicked a button. Fluttershy whimpered, still on her knees on the floor.
“You want to be a good employee, don’t you?” Rarity asked. “Good employees do not think for themselves. Repeat after me.”
Fluttershy grabbed her shoulders. Her mind felt like an outdated computer, chugging to startup. Why was it so hard to say anything? “I can’t…. I don’t want…”
Rarity raised an eyebrow. She opened the manila folder on her desk, flipped a page. “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
“Of course not!” Fluttershy almost shouted it. Where did that come from?
Rarity smiled again. “Good. It would make me very happy for you to accept this job.”
“It would?”
“Yes, of course it would. And just think about it. Every day, you would get to come in, do some light typing. During my breaks, it is your job to help me feel better. And during your breaks, I will help you feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
No.
“Yes,” Fluttershy whispered.
“Wonderful! So just let me do the thinking for you. Now just sign here, here, and here.”
And Fluttershy did.
4: This Won’t Hurt At All
Fluttershy sat down at the wide wooden desk.
“So for security, most of the executives work on paper,” Pinkie Pie said. “So a big part of your job is just typing things.”
“Right,” Fluttershy said.
They had issued her a Snowglass. They were like goggles, made out of a single piece of clear glass. It was one of DiamondTech’s main technological innovations: a miniature computer screen you wore on your face. They had to be named after the book. Fluttershy had read it once, in college. It was pretty full of itself. Rarity clearly had great taste in literature.
Pinkie had also brought her a thermos full of coffee, the same stuff from the breakroom downstairs. How thoughtful of her.
“Oh, and here,” Pinkie set a large box on the desk.
“What’s that?”
“Well, you got a bigger job. So some other stuff needs to get bigger too, obviously!”
It was another wearable vibrator. This one had an actual phallus, not just a little bump or nub.
“I see.” She really should have felt more strongly about it. But after wearing the first one for two days, it seemed pretty sensible.
“Sorry for taking up so much of your time, Pinkie,” Fluttershy said.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. That’s why I’m here, to help you get acclimated!”
“Right…”
Pinkie Pie looked different today. She had pulled her fluffy hair into a ponytail, and she wore a light blue lab coat.
“Why are you wearing that, again?” Fluttershy lowered her gaze. “Sorry, I guess I’m not supposed to be asking questions.
Pinkie smiled. “No worries. I’m actually the head of R and D!”
Fluttershy furrowed her brow. Now that Pinkie Pie said it, it should have been obvious. Pinkie was wearing an ID badge that said it clearly. Had Fluttershy not bothered to read it?
But it made no sense. Why was Pinkie Pie head of R and D? Fluttershy opened her mouth to say so, but something made her stop.
It’s a silly question. It’s a corporation, so of course people do things outside their paygrade sometimes. You should just be happy she’s helping you.
“Thanks for helping me,” Fluttershy said.
Pinkie Pie put a hand on Fluttershy’s thigh, ran her fingers through Fluttershy’s hair.
“Don’t worry, you’re gonna do great at this new job. And that blue lipstick looks great on you,” she whispered.
“Yes…”
“Well, I better get goin’. Lotta Rs to D, you know.” She patted the box. “Don’t forget to put this in. You should probably do it right now.”
Fluttershy nodded. That sounded like a good idea.
Fluttershy squirmed in her chair. The vibrator was huge. She hadn’t even turned it on yet, but it was so noticeable .
A little notification flashed on her glasses. Rarity wanted to see her right away.
Fluttershy stepped through the large wooden doors into the office. She squirmed the whole walk to the desk. It was so important to make a good impression, especially after she had been such a disappointment yesterday during her interview. Wasn’t it? She knew she was supposed to dislike Rarity. But all last night was a blur. She had sat alone in her apartment, thinking about Rarity. Her taste and smells and body.
Rarity tapped a stack of papers on her desk. “Type all these up.”
Fluttershy nodded. “Of course. Right away, Mistress.” Was that the right address? Her goggles had told her to say it, so they must’ve searched up protocol automatically or something.
“And give me that remote before you go.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
Fluttershy could type very quickly. If you were going to make a living hacking, writing code, you learned to type fast. So transcribing some papers was really not a big deal. Rarity had beautiful handwriting, and she had been nice enough to turn the vibrator on.
Most of the papers seemed to be internal memos and the like. Really obvious stuff. Stuff like;
Mistress Rarity is beautiful. I can’t stop staring at her, every curve of her body, every toned muscle, her gorgeous eyes and her flawless skin. She is like a piece of art, and she deserves to be stared at,
I want to make Mistress Rarity happy. Making her happy brings me pleasure.
Just being near Mistress Rarity makes me want to touch myself. When I think about her, it makes me happy. Being away from her makes me listless and empty.
I am her pet. I am her slave. I only exist to follow her orders. Rarity is my mistress and I am her obedient drone.
I do not think. I do not question. Thoughts are meaningless. Obedience is important.
If Mistress Rarity orders me to do something, I do it. If she orders me to touch myself, I will do it. If she aks me to cum on the spot, then I will. The thought of following her orders and making her happy is enough for me to cum.
Her glasses gave her an alert. Rarity wanted to see her. She glanced at the clock: she had been typing for almost three hours straight. It felt like just a few minutes had passed. Maybe she had been wrong about officework after all. If it went by this quickly, she must be enjoying it.
She wiped up her drool and went into the office. She had to walk slowly, to avoid stumbling. Between the vibrations and her overwhelming desire to impress her mistress, she could barely stand up straight.
Pinkie Pie was there.
“Is it break time already, Mistress?” Fluttershy asked. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”
“No. And it is not your place to ask. An employee who asks questions doesn’t deserve a break.”
Fluttershy nodded.
Rarity gestures to Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie smiled, pulled a syringe out of her pocket. She took off the plastic cap, tapped it gently a few times.
“Don’t worry, Fluttershy, this won’t hurt at all,” Pinkie Pie said cheerfully.
Fluttershy nodded.
I’ve been typing for a few hours now. I notice every second pass by. My penis throbs with every keystroke. It hasn’t gone soft a single time. I’m sure Mistress planned it that way. She wants me to use it on her, use it to make her happy. The thought sends shivers through me. The idea of making her happy makes me drip a little. But she told me not to cum without her permission, so I don’t. I can’t.
My nipples are so sensitive. Pinkie Pie said they are like testicles now, full and aching to release. The feeling of them rubbing along my shirt is almost as powerful as my boner rubbing along my skirt. The vibrator is still buried in my pussy, and it all blurs together.
She calls me into her office again. I stumble inside. I can barely stand in front of her without dripping all over her beautiful carpet.
She starts rubbing herself. “Cum for me,” she orders.
The sight of her touching herself makes me so horny. The idea of following her orders, of making her happy, sends twinges of heat all throughout my body. My penis twitches, throbs, aches to obey her. So it does. My thighs clench together and I spray cum all over her carpet. I breathe heavily, happy that I was able to follow such a simple order without screwing it up.
Again, she says.
So I do. I cum, and it feels just as incredible as the first time. My nipple leak everywhere, my pussy and legs clench. The puddle of semen under me grows.
Again. And again. I lose count of how many times she says it. The number doesn’t matter. As long as it makes her happy.
My legs buckle, and I slump to floor. Drool drips down my shirt, pooling with the cum. I look up. Mistress has finished, and the thought of bringing her pleasure makes me rock hard again. But I can’t cum without her permission.
She reaches out her fingers, dripping with fluids from her pussy. My tongue hangs out like a dog’s thinking of how incredible it would taste.
“Clean up,” she commands.
I scurry over, barely able to move, even on all fours. I caress her fingers with my tongue, get all the liquid off.
“Now clean up your mess,” she says.
So I do. I drink up every last drop. I run my tongue into carpet, trying to get as much of it as possible.
Pinkie Pie pokes her head into the door. “Hey, Prez. What’s up?” She looks down, sees Fluttershy licking her own cum out of the carpet. “Or should I say, what’s goin’ down?”
Rarity smiles. “I just wanted to congratulate on your research in person. I’ll admit, I was skeptical it would be this successful.”
Pinkie walks up to the desk. “Well, it’ll still take a lot more work to refine things. This is only, like, the fifth test subject.”
“Of course.” Rarity pulls yet another boring manila envelope out of her desk. It wasn’t a lie; sometimes paper is just more secure than bits and code. “I have the new budget allocations drawn up here. And as we agreed, it looks like your department will be getting that budget increase after all. And naturally, you’re being made chief of security, as promised. That more than doubles your pay, after all the redundant benefits are taken in to account.”
Pinkie smiles. “Thanks, Chief!”
“Feel free to begin the next phase when you are ready. These cyber-activists and thieves have cost me more than enough money as it is.”
Pinkie nods. She kneels down next to Fluttershy. “You hear that, Fluttershy? Or should I call you BackdoorButterfly?”
Fluttershy’s expression shifts, just for a moment. Pinkie isn’t supposed to know her real name or her screenname. And as soon as the expression comes, the programming suppresses it, changes it back.
“Don’t worry, neighbor.” Pinkie puts a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder, and shiver runs through the broken drone. “I made sure to program it so that you’ll enjoy yourself. She was trying to get me to, like, mind wipe you. But that was just way too mean. Now stand up and follow me. We’ve got some emails to send, some stuff to collect from your apartment. Gotta get ready to move into your new home!”
Fluttershy nods.
Pinkie Pie taps her chin in mock contemplation. “What was the name of that journalist you were feeding information to? Twilight Sparkle?”
Fluttershy blinks slowly. Images and words flash across her glass, stamping down the thought she just tried to have. She nods again.
“Or maybe we should start with your partner? I think her name was… Rainbow Dash?”
Fluttershy nods, slowly. This time there’s not even a flicker of resistance to destroy. She just stands there, drooling and dripping cum.
Pinkie Pie smiles. “Great, let’s get started.”
It had taken all of five minutes to stick her credentials in to the temp agency’s database. It had taken another five to shuffle things around, put her on assignment in DiamondTech for something menial.
It had taken a bit longer to get some proper clothes. Fluttershy shifted her blouse again. It had been a long time since she had worn anything this formal. A proper hacker did not wear blouses and miniskirts.
“And here is your desk,” the secretary said. “It is just a cubicle, but the break room is down the hall and the bathrooms are right next to them.” She smiled a corporate smile. “Anything else I can help with?”
Fluttershy smiled back. “No, uhm, thank you. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Sorry to bother you.”
“Don’t worry about it.” The girl handed over a manila folder. “Here’s the onboarding packet we went over. The data you’re entering is the large binder on your desk. Talk to you later!”
The girl walked off, and Fluttershy settled in to her cubicle office chair.
Six months she had been trying to crack DiamondTech’s security. Now here she was, just like that. It was really too easy. It was almost insulting.
She set down her purse, pulled out her phone.
“Oh, uhm, excuse me?” she peeked over the side of her cubicle.
A bubbly girl with fluffy pink hair looked up from her keyboard. “Oh, hiya, cubicle neighbor! Need some help with something?”
“I’m really sorry to bother you, but could I charge my phone in one of your computer’s USB ports?” She held up her phone and charging cable. “The one’s on mine are kind of bent.”
“Sure thing!”
“Are you sure? It’s not too much trouble?” Fluttershy asked.
“Of course not! Neighbors gotta stick together, right?”
The bubbly girl took the phone, plugged it into her tower. It took her a few tries; she had to turn the cable around and over and back again.
“Thanks so much,” Fluttershy said.
“No problem!” The girl extended her hand. “I’m Pinkie Pie! Nice ta meet ya, neighbor.”
“Typeset Flourish,” Fluttershy took the handshake.
“Well, better get back to work. But we can chat more on break.”
Fluttershy settled back in to her desk chair. The “phone” would take a while to run its program. Security programs probably wouldn’t notice it. She had designed it herself, after all. It looked just like an employee charging their phone. Still, it couldn’t hurt to have someone else to take the fall.
Now for the hard part: actually doing her “job”. It would be way too suspicious to leave once the program had finished. Even if it didn’t take all day. So to protect her cover, Fluttershy had to sit through a whole day of being a corporate drone.
She sighed. This is exactly the sort of work she had become a hacker to avoid.
But the data that program was stealing would set her up for life. After today, Fluttershy would be the only hacker in the entire world who had defeated DiamondTech’s security.
She smiled. An eight-hour shift was a small price to pay, when you thought about it.
She heaved open the binder. It looked like it had been chiseled out of stone and yellow paper, like it had been around as long as DiamondTech. She opened it to the first page: an old spreadsheet set into a plastic binder page.
She sighed. She opened up Excel, and began to slowly copy the sheet into it. She typed quickly. No need to pretend for the sake of cover.
One down, four-hundred-and-ninety-nine to go.
Fluttershy sipped her coffee slowly. She had already eaten her sandwich at lunch, and the breakroom vending machine hadn’t been filled in a long time. The cheap coffee machine in the breakroom worked, and DiamondTech had actually provided some decent instant stuff.
She turned another page in the ancient binder. She had no idea why this junk was worth digitizing. It barely even looked like real data anymore. She had been typing since morning and the data had gotten less and less coherent the further into the binder she got. It repeated itself over and over. Her typing had slowed to a crawl as she checked and double-checked the binder.
80085 D1Ck5 (uM continue Submission
Submit to President Rarity at first opportunity.
And to make matters worse, they had some stupid corporate nannyware installed. Every few minutes it would create a garish green popup, ask her if she was still working. And keyboard commands didn’t even work with the damn thing. She had to manually move her mouse over, click “Yes” or “I am” or “Of course” each time. And then the popup would close, and a little box with a generic corporate slogan would linger in the corner of the screen for moment.
Fluttershy rubbed her eyes. She was used to coding and typing, but this was brain-strainingly tedious. At least her shift would be over soon.
Type, close popup, corporate message. Type, close popup, corporate message. Take a sip of coffee. Turn the page. Rinse, repeat, until her shift ended. Fluttershy kept typing. It almost felt like a long coding session, working into a rhythm.
“Oh, heya, neighbor!”
“Huh?” Fluttershy looked up. The bubbly girl—Pinkie Pie—was holding out her phone and USB cable.
“Shift’s over! And here’s your phone. It sure took a long time to charge, though. Is that cable kinda old?”
“Uhm, yea. Thanks again.”
Pinkie Pie glanced over. “Oh, looks like you didn’t make it through the binder. Guess that means I’ll see ya tomorrow!”
Fluttershy followed Pinkie’s gaze. Right, the binder. She had barely made it halfway through.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she muttered.
Fluttershy packed up her things, took the bus back to her apartment. As usual, neon advertisements and skyscrapers dominated the view on the way.
She should have plugged the phone right in to her desktop, started combing through all the data she had stolen. But she was so tired.
She set the phone down on her nightstand. She was too sleepy to eat, to shower, to even think about looking at more screens right now.
She kicked off her shoes, flung her corporate apparel into a corner. She crawled under her covers and started to fall asleep.
And even though she was tired, she kept thinking about her alleged job. Eight hours of drudgery, nine-to-five just like any other suit. All the stuff she had become a hacker to avoid.
But that binder. She couldn’t just leave it unfinished, could she? If a temp didn’t show up to finish a job, that would be pretty suspicious. She’d never be able to use those fake credentials again.
She had gotten halfway through. And no security had shown up to take away Pinkie Pie. Maybe one more day, just to be on the safe side…
Author's Note
This story was partially inspired by the cover art. I don't know quite what the rules are for linking NSFW art these days. But it should be easy enough to find on the artist's userpage.
