(Worth mentioning since I ran out of room on the thumbnail, but there will be about two paragraphs describing a 14 year old in a public fuck station, but it’s just a one-off perspective of the main char peeking into the room for anyone who doesn’t find that content up their alley.)

Amy wasn’t anyone special, just another fun loving girl living it up in college. A classic red fox, little and lithe with more slender shapes than sweeping curves. Runs and yoga kept her trim and cut, while her C cup chest stood perfectly in the middle of the road. Something for everyone, and she made sure everyone had a chance. There was no better way to blow off the stress of assignments and deadlines than getting fucked through a bed frame. Even better, she would hit up social spots on the prowl when she completed her work, as a reward. And during breaks or slow weeks, her favorite way to pass time was getting a good time. 

In general, Amy boasted a proud hobby of getting laid. Something she was making good on today, a day like no other. Another Friday, another run to her new favorite bar. She had a number of spots to find guys, but this one stood out. Its ability to be a bar was nothing outstanding, but the clientele were often some of her best hookups. Rough, experienced, perfect to melt her mind. Of course, she might be putting off going back to other spots to avoid her tab catching up to her. She is still a college student after all, and the easiest way to get a free hunk on her tail was with a drink. While cheaper than dick-by-the-hour, the costs still added up.

Although, she had a tab at this place too. Not from an unwillingness to pay per se, but from often slipping out early with her night’s entertainment. She just hoped it wouldn’t be asked to collect today, her weekly budget was gone if not strained. A smile flashed over the fox’s face, settling her shoulders and taking a deep breath of the cool evening air. It was better not to think about it. Worst case, she’d be unable to buy an introduction. Didn’t rule out the chances of finding some meat to take home. She walked down the sidewalk, crossing through campus as the lamps started to flash on. Grassy knolls and little ponds passed by, until she entered downtown proper.

Now there was the sound of voices and music mixed into the bustle of cars on the road, others walking around the town. Shopping, eating, a hundred different lives playing out their own story around her. She got some looks that she welcomed, wearing tight leggings and a crop-top. Nothing scandalous, but certainly not the strongest case of modesty. Of course, she was overdressed compared to her ‘competition’. Plenty of other girls that roamed the same spots as her got full on nudity permits, flaunting their stuff in the buff. Amy preferred to keep it somewhat classy, her leggings didn’t leave much to the imagination, but they still had to use it. 

She passed the kink bar she always had a slight interest in trying, but now was not the time to change a proven routine. Besides, she’d rather mingle and find a romp rather than just pay for one. She arrived at her destination and easily strolled into the somewhat populated space. Peak was still a few hours away, but she already began scanning as she made her way through. There was a nice looking doberman off in the corner, heading to the relief station in the back room. Amy debated popping her head in to see if the girl working it was in any of her classes, but was quickly distracted by a handsome zebra at a nearby table. Though her spirits dampened when she saw the absolutely stacked dragoness sitting across from him, boasting complete bimbo-level implants and a sheer dress that hid nothing.

There was a part of Amy that despised those who forsake their natural bodies, but she couldn’t deny the prospect wasn’t tempting. Perhaps when she graduated and could actually afford any of the procedures, but for now Amy was proud of her au natural body count. And there were still plenty of guys willing to get with her ‘average’ assets. The vixen made her way through, hoping to catch a preliminary target, or gauge her competition. Everything seemed neutral for now, a few other sluts roaming around, with some nice guys but no must-haves. She made her way to the bar proper, a somewhat rustic design to the place. Split trunks made the countertop, stone walls hosted the array of taps. As she sat down, a shadow fell over her. A familiar one though, and one that put her on her best behavior. 

“Amy.” Said a gruff voice. Not impersonable, just a bit authoritative. Masculine. But, no time to swoon as she looked up and saw the buff orca. She could imagine he was a regular at the local gym with his build, and it was a constant shame he was off limits. Going after bartenders often didn’t work too well in her experience. Didn’t help that the orca was also the owner. But lord did she love a guy who was hands on. And he knew damn well what he was doing, going shirtless to show off his hard work, aquatic skin shiny in the dim light.

“Hello Jackie~!” Spoke the girl with her best charismatic tone. “How’s the day so far?”

He dropped an elbow on the bar and set his head in his palm as he casually regarded the vixen. “Don’t derail so fast Amy. Just want to make sure you’re good to cover your tab tonight before things get going.”

“Wellll…” Spoke the girl with a rolling glance around. “Not… really.”

The man didn’t stare down at her with a mean spirit, more of a sternness. “You said you would pay up, last time. I don’t like liars, Amy.”

Switching to a more docile, and hopefully persuasive posture and attitude, Amy tried to give some puppy dog eyes. “Technically, I said I ‘should’ be able to cover it. But come on Jackie, you’ve seen gas prices lately? Dug into most of my budget this month, and I-“

“If you’re not here to pay, you’re not here. That stool could be holding a paying customer. You’re lucky I even let you have a tab in the first place. Come back with a wad of cash, and you’ll be met with open arms. But right now, I have to put my foot down.”

She played up her little pout, swiveling a bit in the stool. “Aww, where’s that big sweetheart I know? This isn’t like you.”

“Amy. Don’t make me drag you out.”

Realizing she wasn’t swaying him, she sighed and slumped a bit. “Okay, okay. Gimme one chance, otherwise I’ll walk right out. I get it, this is a business, all fair. But you have no idea how much I need this. Nose to the fucking grindstone for a week straight on this fucking paper, this is the first time I’ve been out since last weekend. Please, just a little extension. I promise I’ll pay next time, in fact I’ll stop by Monday morning on the way to class once my weekly budget rolls over.”

The orca looked her over with an analytical gaze, eyes narrowing at her pleads. He leaned back after a moment, crossing his large arms before shaking his head. “Sorry, no can do. If you can do it Monday, I see no reason why you can’t just leave and come back then. Besides, you spent my trust by not paying this time.”

Now Amy was getting a little desperate. “Do I have to leave though? Can I just go to a corner table? I’m just looking for a hookup, you know I won’t be here long. Even shorter if I have a drink to break the ice.”

“I think you’ve had enough free drinks.”

She clasped her hands and gave her best puppy dog eyes. “Please? Is there anything I can do? Some kind of collateral? Just one drink. All I ask.”

A bemused snort from the orca. “Show me your tits.”

Amy’s head straightened as her eyes gave a shocked blink. She noticed the burly orca nod his head towards a faded metal sign on a far wall amid other various decor and humorous messages. It showed a simplified silhouette of boobs with a label of ‘1 pair = 1 drink’. She swiveled her head back to the man, giving out a little laugh. “That’s not a real sign though. A joke. I’ve seen plenty of topless girls here and the only free thing they get is attention.”

Jackie nodded sagely. “Exactly. Now get out.”

Amy’s lips tightened as the orca moved to grab a glass and hold it to a tap, filling an order and ignoring her. She opened her mouth to say something, retort, but snapped it shut after she realized it would just make things worse. She really needed this night out, her weekend would be shit without a good start. But it seemed Jackie was set in stone, and she had indeed spent all her trust already. Huffing out a breath, and beginning to stand, she froze. What if she could buy that trust back? All things considered, it was a tame request. A quick glance around showed this interaction was going mostly unnoticed. Anyone who was watching the little scene lost interest already, this time of evening lending a population of groups here for their own reasons rather than to mingle. 

With the confirmation that the other customers were all within their own little bubbles, she looked back to the orca with a steeling inhale. “Jackie.”

He slouched with a sigh. “Amy, I told you-“

The vixen grabbed the waist of her crop top, making sure to catch the edge of her bra, and lifted. In a quick instant, her nice C’s were out and exposed for him to view. When his eyes opened, they widened ever so slightly, before a dumb grin spread over his face with a slight rumble. She felt her heart stop, her breath hitch in that endless moment of the three seconds she flashed him. When her heart beat again, she tugged the garments down, hiding herself once more. Though her posture took an inward edge with a fluster rising to her cheeks, she kept her back straight as she regarded the man.

He cocked a brow at her as he grinned. “Didn’t think you’d out yourself as a slut.”

“Yeah, yeah, every girl who has any modicum of sexuality is a slut. That word is basically a way to say ‘female’ now.”

Jackie certainly lost that loanshark edge as he smiled and laughed with a cheery attitude. “Oh Amy, I already knew you were a slut, always leaving with your arm wrapped around a different guy’s waist every time. But with how you actually have decency I figured I’d respect that.”

She gave a joking middle finger to the man, “Ugh, pound my ass. How dare I not be a raging exhibitionist like half the population.”

Jackie held his hands up, “Hey, hey, never said it was a bad thing. It’s a cute act, really. Show up fully clothed- with a bra even! -Then proceed to get into every regular’s pants. The innocence is adorable.”

She just rolled her eyes, already relaxing on the stool. “Uh-huh. Look, did I get your trust back? Can I get one drink and pay on Monday?”

The orca made a played up hum as he rubbed his chin.

Amy exasperatedly tossed her hands up. “You can see my chest, you know I’m not rocking anti-grav plastic H cups. This is what you get.”

A slight wave from the man, “No, no, don’t worry about that. That’s fine, really. You’re a good change of pace to be honest. Here, how about this: show em’ again until I say stop, and then you bring me a picture of them on Monday too.”

Biting the bullet, Amy lifted her shirt again, exposing those healthy swells. By this point the exposure was hardening her nips, but she held her ground. It was easier to do the second time, and seeing a return to Jackie’s normal attitude put her at ease. “A picture? You want a full on nude? I dunno man…” She said with exaggerated contemplation as he actively stared at the pert tits. 

He shook his head, though his gaze was cemented. “No, just a close up on your rack. No face or anything. Just a reminder.”

“I think I can work with that. Can I cover up now?” Amy asked with a bit of slyness. Ever a fox.

“Five more seconds.” Jackie promptly responded.

—

The vixen arrived with a sheepish air, sliding into a stool at the bar. The pretty wolf woman working it noticed her, then gestured Jackie over. Busy weekend nights often had two behind the bar, as the orca would need to step out occasionally. But as he came around, that familiar shadow loomed before the orange furred student. Half of her semester blew by, and she pretty much exclusively came here for her hobby now. It was the most reliable choice, and it wasn’t too far a walk. Of course, that meant another tab had been racked up.

“Heyyy Jackie~” Spoke the young woman, definitely playing up a casual mood. "How's my favorite orca doing?"

"Good, as long as you have enough to cover your tab today." He somewhat blankly responded.

"Okay, so, uh... about that. So I do have a twenty, but my bank account is kinda empty at the moment." She looked around, a touch of nerves infecting her usually confident demeanor. "Can I put a twenty down and, uh... something else?"

"Something else? Like what? You're not actually asking to flash me again, are you?" The man chuckled in amusement, a familiar leer flashing through his business-like exterior.

She shrugged, knowing her request wouldn't exactly be conventional. She could handle it. "Wellll, a drink for a glance at least? I know it did the trick last month..."

The orca brought a hand to his chin, shaking his head. "Amy, don't expect that flashing me can become some infinite trick to get free drinks. One would think that a college student might actually save money rather than blow it all at a bar and expect favors in return."

Amy felt a hint of defeat, dropping her shoulders and slouching on her seat. She knew this would bite her in the ass one day, focusing more on getting laid than keeping promises. "Alright, alright. I'll put the twenty down and go."

"Woah now. I never said to leave." Jackie responded with a sly expression. "But I also can't let you walk around with an unpaid tab, even if you contributed to it. Besides, I'd hate to see such a sweet girl like you leave without a guy to warm your bed. You'll at least need a free beer on the house."

With a spark of hope, Amy perked up. "Free beer?"

Jackie chuckled. "Of course. Think of it as a bonus, if you want. But on one condition."

Amy raised a brow as she settled her purse on the bar, ready for the ordeal she was willing to go through. "What's that?"

He grew a touch more serious as he regarded her. "Your tits won't do. I need to see all of you. Consider it an incentive to pay on time."

Amy froze a bit as she thought about her request. Jackie wouldn't be the first man to see her nude, and it wasn't a huge leap from seeing her chest already. But there was a hesitance, a bit of embarrassment she tried to mask. She took a moment to look over the place, more specifically her current surroundings. She wasn't completely out of her element, the place was casual, and a feline twink sported their birthday suit already. "H-Here?" She asked.

Jackie smiled. "This ain't no strip club. It'll be in the back, private even."

Amy shifted in her chair, still apprehensive but slowly warming up to the idea. "Okay, I can manage that. It's for a good cause after all." She finished with a smile and a wink, showing a returning spirit. He stepped out from behind the counter and somewhat inconspicuously led her to the back. They passed the relief station room on the way, a line of three guys waiting to use the poor girl strapped to it. Amy was able to see the little info plaque on the rack the girl was strapped to as she whined and moaned. A high schooler, volunteering for extra credit.

The vixen didn't pay it much heed as they walked past, already coming back to her request. As they entered a small private room, one that was usually used for card games or hosting little groups, she finally let herself relax. "Alright, so like, take my clothes off? You weren't very specific."

Jackie settled into a seat, the chiseled and shirtless orca quite the sight. "Mhm. Do it slow though. And you're going to stay back here for a minimum of ten minutes. Don't worry, I promise not to touch."
Amy chuckled. She almost wanted him to break his promise, but the time was acceptable. She wasn't in a rush anyways. "You got it. Sooo... wanna make it interesting? How about if you like what you see, you double my twenty I put towards the tab?"

The orca nodded along. "If I don't like it, then you don't get a drink to help your search for companionship tonight."

Amy waved him off as she started a little swirl for stretching. "Hey, it's a deal."

And so began her striptease, a dance for one and one orca. She moved her hips with a fluid motion as she reached the base of her top, lifting it up to expose her little soft stomach and pink bra. She ran her hands down her sides, leaning back to show her supple tits off once her top came up and over. She even winked, still a little coy. Her bra came off next, but she let it drop and caught it, swinging it around her fingers before holding it over her chest for a few seconds.

She watched Jackie's face light up and let a grin form on her lips. She kept her arms mostly stationary as the garment was in the way, but still had her torso move in an entrancing rhythm. She tossed the thing away, and bounced on her heels to send a jiggle through her breasts. She couldn't resist cupping them and lifting her chest, fingers spreading to put on a show. Her thumbs rubbed her nipples, drawing a quiet moan out of her. It was a pleasure to show herself off to someone she found alluring. She would love to grind herself against the orca's chest, his sturdy figure tempting her. She resisted, though, this was a time for business.

Turning around to give a perfect rear end shot. Her jeans dropped, exposing equally pink panties to her audience. She shook her ass and stretched her tail, reaching around to grab her butt. She wasn't blessed with much fat there, but it still made a wonderful display. As she dropped her panties too, she presented the rest of her little treasure. She even twirled before showing off her front side, pussy peeking out from her creamy underfur.

Now completely naked, Amy posed. She didn't have the best balance or training, but was able to keep steady as she put a hand to her hair and pushed a leg out. She flaunted herself, trying to match some of the grace and polish of the other nude girls that frequented the bar. She dropped her posture after a few seconds and turned to face Jackie.

"Worth $20?" She asked.

He made a little clicking noise of contemplation. "Not quite. You spent a lot of time on your boobs, but I already have a picture of those. Come close and show me your holes. Kneel on the table." He stated matter of factly.

A flush spread over her cheeks. "Oh, uh, haha… right." Her voice was more shaky, a little more nervous, but there was a level of thrill to it all. She wanted to indulge.

She planted her hands on the table, a simple one, and clambered atop it. She made sure her bottom end was facing the orca, and moved a bit closer to him. She realized his position on the couch put him eye level with her ass, which sent a slight wave of excitement through her. It was like being on a display stand for him to gawk at. She arched her back and stuck her butt out, lowering herself slightly and moving her knees apart. She moved her hands between her legs to give her holes a little flash. Her pussy was smooth and neat, and she gently ran a finger between her lips to part them.

"Ah, that's good. A slut like you wouldn't mind if I took a picture, right?" The man said casually as he reached for his phone.

She smirked and let her mouth fall into a more sensuous shape, dropping her eyes to peer back at him. "Go ahead."

It was a quick flash, one of her completely exposed sex. Amy bit her lip and suppressed a little laugh of nervous energy. She was finding this exposure to be quite the rush, and if Jackie wanted to take a look at her when she wasn't around, then all the better. She dropped off the table and turned to face him again, hands on her hips as she leaned in with a sweet expression. "Well?"

He cocked his head and chuckled. "Alright, I like what I see. I'll double your twenty."

Amy clapped her hands together and stood with a slight hop. "Perfect! Now I can get that free beer and get laid by one of your patrons."

The orca raised a hand in warning, "You still have a tab to pay off. Fourty bucks is a good chunk, but it's not all. Just remember, don't get used to this. I am not going to like it if you run up another huge tab and pay it late."

She waved him off. "I know, I know." She took her clothes and got dressed again, ready to strut out and find some fun. But she had to check on something first, walking back towards the relief station room. It was no surprise to see the young high schooler was still strapped to it, one guy pulling out of a thoroughly gaped pussy as cum poured out. She didn't seem phased by it at this point, only shuddering in overstimulated exhaustion.

Amy looked up at the girl's info plaque, not expecting much to come out of it. It read "Julie Brown, Freshman, 14 years old" and the reason for the session was marked as "Extra Credit". There was a longer description below, "Provided by Julie's mother as part of an agreement with the school, Julie has been serving in relief stations since she was middle school, starting out as a blowjob station before eventually graduating to full sexual relief. This station is designated as unregulated, and has no limits. Please enjoy Julie's body!"

Yet there was more to read, for under the bio was a 'usage' section. "As per the request of Julie's mother, no condoms are to be used during her relief sessions. Please make sure to cum inside." A few blinks, and Amy found her curiosity sated. Just in time too, a border collie showed up in the doorframe, unzipping his pants. Clearing the room and letting the man step in to start fucking the girl, she decided it was time for her to find the man who would fuck her tonight.

And so, she went to grab a drink.

—

Another few months, another night out. Amy was ready for it, slipping out of her dorm with an eager bounce in her step. It was earlier than normal, but this was the best time to mingle before the real crowds rolled in. She could not only guarantee the freshest guys, but also avoid the rush of rowdy drunks. And by god, did her pussy need a pounding after that exam. She had no regrets spending two days fucking a classmate to relieve stress. But now she needed an actual night out, the party was back on.

She had worn something casual yet sexy tonight, a little black dress with a lace design at the top. Not too extravagant, but she knew it highlighted her assets perfectly. Of course, that would be topped off with some matching lingerie beneath. She walked with her hips swaying, and was able to breeze past the bouncer with no problems. Jackie was working the bar tonight, and gave her a nod as she stepped in. She returned it with a smile and a wave. While the orca had become a lot less cordial in the last few months, she didn't blame him. She had a tendency to run up huge tabs and leave before paying, but at least she always covered them. Just not in a timely fashion.

Speaking of which... she was supposed to pay up tonight, wasn't she?

She frowned at the realization, walking up to the bar with an uneasy expression. Jackie was busy pouring some drinks, but noticed her after a moment and sighed. "Back again? Do you actually have cash? I told you you're cut off until I get paid last time."

The vixen brought her hands together and sheepishly regarded him. "Yeeeaaaah... about that. See, I had enough on me tonight to cover the tab, but-"

The orca shook his head with a heavy groan. "Amyyyy… don't tell me you're short on cash again."

She bit her lip and nodded with a slightly guilty expression. "Sorry! But, well, you know how it is."

"Yes, I do know how it is. I also know you make a habit of adding to a tab you know you can't pay. This is the fifth time, Amy. You got away with a flash and stripping before, but you are really going to have to pay this time. Trust me, my patience is thin. I'm not going to be nice anymore."

She tilted her head and leaned on the bar. "Pleaseee? Don't I at least get one drink at least? I mean, I've been pretty good about making a dent in the bill these last few months."

"Amy." Jackie's tone was serious as he narrowed his eyes on her. "No more. Unless you want to pay with your body, you're not getting any more handouts from me." She stared at him for a moment, actually considering the proposition. Her hesitation didn't go unnoticed by Jackie, "Don't tell me you're actually thinking about it?"

She pursed her lips and let out a long breath. "I'm... open to hearing about other arrangements."

The orca raised a brow. "Okay, I know I call you a slut, but that's a bit much even for you."

Amy’s posture slumped. "I know, I know... But I am actually out of fucking money, Jackie. Half the guys I sleep with are a way to get dinner and breakfast for free. I would pay you back, honestly, but I don't have the money anymore. I'm fucking awful with finances, and-"

"Hey, hey, hold on." Jackie leaned forward with his elbows on the bar. "So you're actually considering it?" He asked, disregarding her opening up.

She shifted her weight and regarded him with a weary look. "I just said I was open to hearing about other arrangements! Not jumping up and down and cheering for being a slut or whatever."

"None of that. But if you want the debt wiped, it's going to have to be personal. I want you behind this counter, with my dick in your mouth all shift." Jackie stated in a straightforward manner. "Consider a shift a quarter of your tab. Four of them, and you’re off the hook."

Amy's eyes widened in shock, not expecting that level of directness from the orca. "That's uh... kinda hard core man. No offense."

There was no sarcasm in his voice, only the clear tone of an owner getting fed up with a problem customer. "You're either behind the counter and on your knees, or you're getting dragged out and not let back in until you have your tab in full."

She couldn't hide her nerves as she held her hands up in defense. "Woah, okay okay, alright. I-I can manage that, no worries." She tried to regain her composure as she adjusted her dress and sat back on a stool. "Can I at least get a drink before? Something to calm my nerves?" There was a little more than nerves, as the shirtless man certainly wasn't the worst person she could serve. The orca was always someone she found an allure to, but she kept him mentally off limits.

"No. You come around the counter and be my cocksleeve, or you leave." Jackie stated simply as he returned to cleaning glasses. "Up to you to make the smart choice."

Amy just shook her head, feeling her anxiety rising with every moment she stayed quiet. She quickly slipped off the stool and walked around the bar, heart pounding in her chest. Jackie moved aside to let her slide under, the spot just big enough for her if she kneeled. At least nobody could see her behind the bar. But now she was faced with the orca's crotch, a sizable bulge hinting what lay beneath. She looked up at him, wanting to say something, but kept it all down.

He spoke instead, "You dumb slut. That's not the smart choice. If we do this now, you're not going to like what happens if you burn me again. You sure?" He asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

Amy rubbed her knees together as she tried to get into position. "Yeah... sure. I can do this." She couldn't believe what she was doing, but knew that refusing would be worse.

"Really? I'm pretty big for a small vixen like you. And I will be in your throat." The orca warned as he unzipped his pants and let his dick out. His cock was long and thick, veiny and girthy. Amy could smell its musk as it hit her face, the scent of a virile male. An uncut cock kept cramped up as he worked the bar, and now presented itself for her to deal with. It was just as good as she imagined it would be. But she only wished they met under slightly better circumstances.

Jackie wasn’t blowing hot air up his ass either, this thing was huge. Fitting for a near seven foot man like himself, but still a bit much for her. She gulped and spread her lips, tongue falling out to give the head a little lick. She wrapped her muzzle around it, her eyes staring up at his with a glint of submissiveness. She had experience, but this was quite the size difference. In a way though, she welcomed the challenge.

"Get it hilted. You're staying like that until the rush is over." Jackie stated as he leaned against the counter and let her work him over. "Just don't suffocate." He chuckled with a slap on her head.

Amy couldn't respond, only able to let out a muffled moan as she took another inch of his meat. Her lips stretched to their limit as he sank his cock into her throat. It was an exercise in her lung capacity, but she was able to keep it together. Her head bobbed back and forth, a slow and steady pace as she got used to his length. She was able to keep it steady and not choke, at least at first. But after the third minute she had to pause and pull back for a moment to catch her breath.

Jackie cocked a brow and sighed with disappointment. "Oh no you don't. Can't take your lips off me, do it again and this shift won't count."

"It's so big though! And you want me to deepthroat it?" Amy whined as she stared up at him with a pout.

He didn't change his stance as he shrugged. "You made the choice. Get back on it, and make it fast or you're still indebted. And I want you all the way. No fancy shit, just keep me warm while I work."

Amy's shoulders slumped as she took him back into her mouth, lips reaching the base after a few moments of struggle. She made an effort to swallow and relax her throat around the engorged cock, hoping to give him some added stimulation. It was a little awkward at first, but she quickly fell into a rhythm. Jackie seemed pleased enough, still leaning against the counter while she tended to him. It was oddly calming after the initial panic, knowing that all she had to do was stay kneeling and keep him in her mouth. She had time to collect herself, even with the occasional twitch from his shaft teasing her senses.

The vixen had no idea how Jackie could focus on mixing drinks and serving people while his cock was in her throat, but he pulled it off without missing a beat. She found herself somewhat impressed by his ability to multitask, even though she was the one doing all the work. Eventually, she grew sore from kneeling and keeping her throat steady for so long, and reached up to tap on his thigh. He noticed her movement and glanced down.

"What?" He asked in a slightly irritated tone.

She couldn't speak with her mouth stuffed, and resorted to pulling back and gasping for air as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. "My knees hurt." She croaked out with a little rasp in her voice.

Jackie rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Deal with it." He said before grabbing the back of her skull and slamming her head down his shaft. She was taken by surprise and struggled as he held her in place, making her gag and cough around his massive length. "That's better. Stay like that." He growled as he slipped into a conversation with someone else at the bar.

Amy tried to lift her head back up, but his grip was firm and didn't let her budge. A part of her wanted to struggle, but another part was having the time of her life. Why bother finding guys to hook up with when a hunk was already using her? As Jackie chatted away with some customers, he would occasionally thrust his hips forward and hump Amy's throat. He wasn't rough or violent, but it was still a domination of her gag reflex. She was forced to kiss his base, her entire neck stretched around the uncut invader.

And the way it tasted... the smell of his musk drove her wild. She wanted him to break his grip and use her however he pleased. It was a fantasy come true in the worst way possible. All in all, a net positive. But damn were her knees killing her. She could hardly care as his shaft throbbed in her throat, the wave of pressure shaping her spine it felt like. His girth stretched her passage beyond its limit, and she could feel his pulse against her tongue. She was so caught up in it that she nearly forgot to breathe. She had to remind herself to inhale through her nose, keeping her steady and not passing out.

But then the moment of climax came, and Jackie's cock started to jerk and spasm in her throat. He let out a low moan, not loud enough to be noticed by anyone else as he kept himself collected. But Amy could feel it, every inch of his length shooting ropes of hot seed into her throat and filling her belly with his potent essence. She could barely keep her eyes open, his constant thrusting against her face kept her dizzy. Her mind went numb, and she couldn't register anything beyond his cock. Just held there, forced to keep his pulsing length warm with her throat for the next span of hours,

—

Amy walked into the bar, though there was some of her usual energy missing. It was replaced with a level of nervousness, anticipation even. She made her way to the large bar in the back, a familiar shirtless orca residing behind it. Jackie spotted her and couldn't help but let a smirk form on his lips. "Ready for your next shift? Last one!" He called out with a jovial tone.

The vixen stepped around the counter and ducked under it, coming up right in front of him as she positioned herself on her knees. "Yeah yeah, just get your dick out and let's do this." She huffed as she presented herself for him.

He chuckled as he unzipped his pants and tossed it down. "Don't get mad at me, cock-holster. Just get your lips all the way down, asap." He said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes as she took him in her mouth and swallowed him down. The practice she had gained with the previous shifts helped her improve her technique, but she was still struggling with getting him hilted in one go. And by now, her throat was sore and worn, her body ready for this to be over. Jackie didn't seem to care as he leaned back and rested his hands on the counter. "At least you're efficient." He sighed with satisfaction.

Amy tried not to think about what that meant as she focused on taking him in. She had learned to breathe through her nose while bobbing her head up and down, working up a steady pace as she listened to the sounds of the bar. It was a Saturday night, and there were a lot of people around, but she couldn't see any of them from her position on her knees. It was both a relief and a bit nerve wracking, knowing that if someone decided to take a peek they'd see her completely debased and pleasuring a giant orca cock. She did her best not to think about it and just focus on her task, slowly hilting more and more with each passing second.

She was getting used to it now, that musky taste of Jackie's dick, the stretch of her lips around his girth, the subtle twitching and jerking of his shaft against her neck itself. It was an odd feeling, but she wasn't resisting it anymore. She took a certain pride in being able to deepthroat such a massive length, and her body was craving it more and more as she grew comfortable with it. She finally reached the base, her muzzle pressed against his groin as he gripped the counter in satisfaction. "Atta girl! That's my cocksleeve." He said with a little pat on her head.

Amy let out a muffled moan as she felt a tingle between her legs. Her panties were starting to get wet, her slit growing slick with desire. She tried not to think about it as she held herself down, settling in for the long shift of keeping him hilted. And the rush began. Guys would come up and order their drinks, and Jackie would chat them up while Amy stayed in place, his cock pulsing and throbbing in her throat. She could feel every movement as they conversed, and it drove her wild.

She grew warm as Jackie stroked her hair with his free hand. It was oddly affectionate, but she didn't want to think about it too much. It made her want to ask him to come home with her too much. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying it, but it was still just business. At least that's what she told herself as her body grew needy and hungry for more. She knew she was a slut, but apparently a lot more than she realized. She did her best to suppress her urges as she kept him hilted, slowly growing more and more comfortable with it all.

From there things blurred together as guys ordered their drinks and Jackie took their orders while Amy stayed on his length like a good little cocksleeve. She took a sense of pride in it as the night wore on, learning to find comfort in the position she was in. She could almost feel like she was an accessory to Jackie's work, just a little part of the background that added a touch of class and excitement. It was an odd feeling, but not entirely unwelcome. She found herself savoring it, even.

Finally, it was nearing the end of the shift as Jackie nodded to a couple guys walking in. Small talk was made, but Amy couldn't hear it as she kept her ears below the counter. Jackie was the only one she could focus on. But then she felt his cock starting to throb in her throat again, and she knew he was ready to cum. But still, they held off until the place cleared, closing at 2am. Once the last patron left and the staff all started their cleanup, Jackie latched his hands to both sides of Amy's little skull, stretched wide around a cock the size of her leg.

"Alright, just got the end-of-shift throat fuck and you're good to go." Jackie stated as he gripped her tighter, thrusting into her with a forceful motion.

Amy moaned and whimpered, letting him use her mouth for his own pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her skull as she took it all, and finally after a few minutes of his cock pumping seed into her belly, he let her go. She popped off his dick and gasped for air, gagging and coughing as she felt the aftershocks of his orgasm tickling her throat. Jackie stood up and tucked himself away, content with their arrangement.

"Alright, looks like we're even. Good work on that shift." Jackie said as he smirked at her. "I expect you to be more responsible with your tab next month. I am running out of leniency."

Amy nodded as she rubbed her sore throat, feeling the rush of semen pouring out of her lips and down her chin. "Uh huh... will do. No more waiting till the last minute." She croaked out. Every word brought a wince to her batter esophagus, fire raining through her neck. She kept cough drops on her now, something she bought after the first of her four shifts. They weren't all as extreme as this one, but it still took a toll on her throat. She got up and wiped the mess off her face, feeling drained and worn out. But strangely satisfied.

"Good girl." Jackie said as he patted her on the head again. "Now get going. You have some partying to do before you get too old." He chuckled as he moved on to start his own cleanup.

Amy couldn't help but blush at the words, biting her lip as she stepped back out onto the street. It was still buzzing with people, but she wasn't in the mood for partying anymore. There was one man on her mind, and she replayed his 'good girl' over and over again on her walk home. Maybe she could be a little late on her tab? It was all in good fun...

—

"You're shitting me, Amy." Jackie sighed as he shook his head. "Are you ever going to learn?"

The vixen was back again, a blush on her cheeks as she brought her hands together. "Come on Jackie! I know I ran up a little tab again, but I'm sure we can figure something out." She smiled sweetly, hoping that would be enough. She felt her heart hammering, contemplating what deal he would come up with next.

He groaned as his head lolled back. "Amy, you've been making my life difficult for months now. I can't keep giving you special treatment. You have to pay."

"Special treatment? Come on Jackie, I know you like having me around. I can give you special treatment~" She cooed as she leaned against the bar and batted her eyelashes. She wasn't above flirting for an extra bit of wiggle room.

Jackie just glared at her with a heavy sigh. "Get behind the counter and on your knees. Now." He growled as he stood up and unzipped his pants.

Amy's heart skipped a beat, heat rising in her cheeks as she slipped behind the bar and ducked under it. She came up right in front of Jackie's crotch, his huge orca dick standing tall and ready for her. "Ohh, alright... Let's get this over with." She tried to act casual about it, but her anticipation was bubbling over. This was a familiar spot, one she had spent four days in a row in. Of course that was a month ago, and she was itching for it again.

She took his cock in her mouth and swallowed it down, stretching her lips around his girth as she bobbed her head back and forth. "Ten shifts. You're going to be my cocksleeve all shift, and I don't want to hear any bitching. You get hilted and stay there." Jackie growled as he leaned against the counter and let her work him over.

Amy couldn't help but feel excited at the idea, already losing herself to the taste and smell that lingered in her dreams. Her body craved this treatment, and she couldn't help but moan around his dick as she hilted on the first try. Her neck stretched around him like it was designed for it, and she enjoyed the sensation of being filled up and warm again. She could feel every throb and twitch against her lips and tongue, and it was a constant tease.

The orca paid her no mind as he continued talking to customers, not missing a beat as he ran the bar while Amy tended to him. It was impressive in a way, but Amy found herself getting wet as she settled into a rhythm. It was all too much for her as she felt her hips buck on instinct, wanting to grind herself against the orca's length and satisfy her aching slit. But she resisted, focusing on the task at hand as she kept him warm for the entire shift.

Time washed away as Amy remained on her knees, her jaw sore and tired from being in place for so long. She didn't know when it was, but he tapped her head as she sheathed his length. "Hey slut, I'm adding a duty for your tab to be paid off. I figured instead of holding it all night like usual, I'd use the throat attached to my cock as a toilet." He plainly said with a smirk on his lips.

Amy's eyes widened at the thought, pulling back to stare up at him. "What? You can't be serious." She croaked out, voice hoarse from having a massive orca dick shoved down her throat all shift. "That's- GHLK!" She couldn't finish her sentence before Jackie grabbed her hair and rammed her back down on his length, making her take him to the base.

"What did I say about bitching? Stay still." He growled as he tightened his grip on her head. "I want you to keep my cock nice and warm until the end of shift, and I'll piss right into your stomach like the urinal you are. Sounds fair?"

Amy didn't know how to respond as she struggled against his hold, tears forming in her eyes as she felt him flexing through her throat. But her faint struggles faded, realizing that there was no point. If she wanted to live out the fantasy of the bar cockwarmer again, this was the price. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad? But that question was answered as a molten lance fired down her neck and right into her stomach. She gagged and coughed as he pissed right into her throat, filling her belly with hot liquid and burning her lungs. She couldn't breathe as he kept her hilted, only able to choke and sputter on his length while he marked her from the inside.

"Good girl, just keep your throat relaxed and take it." Jackie purred as he felt her struggle, his own relaxation complete as he let loose in her little body. He had always been saving up for this, and now he could let it all go right where it belonged. Her belly swelled up from the sheer volume of the comparatively immense man's piss, and she could feel every drop as it poured down her insides. With an inflection of pure relief, Jackie grunted down to her. "How's that for a free drink?"

Amy couldn't answer him, only able to remain still as she waited for the orca to finish pissing into her like a straw. It was overwhelming and intense, the big orca's stream taking a full two minutes before he finished, draining his bladder directly into her stomach. Though the fluid erupted well below her gag reflex, and only hints of the taste rose up her plugged throat, she couldn't help the instinct to try and cough around the thick meat. "Oh relax. You'll get used to it." He said as he stroked the bulge his member made in her neck. "Besides, you make a better urinal than you think."

An indignant grumble tried to come out around the cock in her mouth, teary eyes narrowed at the buff orca. But he just rolled his eyes and pushed her back down, squishing his massive cock into her tiny muzzle. "Quit whining." He chided as he gripped her ears and started to facefuck her without mercy. The patrons could probably hear her gagging, but she was too focused on the harsh use of her mouth to contemplate that. It was going to be a long ten days, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

—

It was the final shift, and Amy didn’t know how to feel. She had spent the last ten days on her knees in Jackie's bar, keeping his cock hilted while he worked the bar and tended to customers. The shiny-skinned orca had done some upgrades to their arrangement during the time, Amy no longer obligated to keep her lips on his base on her own. Jackie had a harness of some sort now, belts around his thighs and waist linked to a rounded patch of leather that would rest in the back of the vixen's head in place of his hands. She was trapped there, strapped into his groin as deep as possible at all times during the long shift.

Breathing was a challenge at first, but she grew capable of wheezing air past the nose smushed to his pubic area. It was uncomfortable but oddly satisfying to be so plugged up with cock and unable to move, stuck there for the orca's pleasure while he went about his work. He didn't pay attention to her most of the time, the harness truly relegating her to a hands-off cockwarmer. Of course, while this treatment tickled a part of her mind, the use of her stomach as a urinal always stung. Thankfully he only pissed once or twice per shift, but with the man's size and tendency to hold it in during work hours, the little vixen always went home with a heavy gut laden with urine.

It was all worth it though. No tab to worry about, time spent with a man she found herself more and more infatuated with. At this point she found herself lusting for the aquatic hunk, but held back. At this point their little tab antics were part of a game, and she found herself increasingly interested in seeing where it led. But for now, she had a final shift to finish. While her knees, throat, and stomach would be glad her tour of duty was over, she knew the next month or so of hookups wouldn't come close to sating the urges these meetings spawned.

"Alright Amy, time for our last shift." Jackie stated as he set up shop behind the bar, Amy kneeling obediently before him as he undid his pants and released his massive dick. "You're getting good at this whole thing now. But it's over after today. I want to see you back here paying your tab normally from now on." He said plainly, almost disinterestedly as he cockslapped her experienced little muzzle with every word. She didn't respond to the degrading whaps as he started fitting the harness on, sliding the belts up his thighs and placing the leather square on the back of Amy's head.

"So soon? That's too bad." She managed to say, her voice hoarse and scratchy from the constant stretching over the last ten days. Jackie began cinching the straps then, pulling her face into his crotch with a forceful tug. The vixen's mouth parted easily, jaws spreading to the familiar over-wide spot that strained her mouth as his cock slid down her gullet. He pushed until the harness was nice and tight, his member hilted in her throat and his lower navel nestled in her nose.

He held her there for a moment, admiring the shape of her neck straining around him as he patted her on the head. "Try to stay quiet." He stated simply before turning his attention to the customers approaching the bar. Amy could barely breathe as she rested against his groin, the belts locking her in place as they held tight around Jackie's legs. She was trapped there, face buried in his pelvis with nowhere else to go. But at least she could relax for one last shift. As humiliating as this could be, it was a nice change of pace from frantic assignments and classes. 

She could hear the voices of people ordering drinks and chatting with the orca, but she couldn't make out their words. She just stayed hilted on Jackie's dick like a good little cocksleeve and ignored the burn in her neck. She was proud of her ability to keep him warm at this point, not a single inch exposed while serving him. It was a feat to be proud of, even if it came with a few drawbacks. Like the massive piss gut she'd have at the end of the shift.

Though that was coming sooner than expected, as she felt Jackie's shaft throbbing against her lips. She knew he was going to let loose, and she was ready for it. The orca didn't hesitate either, the words he spoke to the customers not missing a beat as searing urine fired right into her core. Amy gagged and coughed around his length, but she couldn't pull back as he emptied his bladder into her with force. She could feel her stomach gradually inflating with liquid heat, and a faint bit of nausea building up from the pressure.

It was overwhelming, the smell of his piss filling her nostrils as traces washed back up from her flooded throat. But she kept her composure as much as possible, enduring the stream that seemed to last forever. Wet eyes squeezed shut, her throat worked to swallow nothing, and her hands rested on her belly to feel every inch of growth as her stomach swelled with his urine. Finally, after a solid two minutes of nonstop pissing, Jackie finished with no outward reaction to the people he spoke to. Amy on the other hand was choking and gagging as he patted her on the head.

Like the nine days before, this night had only begun.

—

A bit of clinking came as Jackie undid the harness straps, releasing the hilted vixen. "Alright Amy, let's wrap this up." He stated as he stepped back and let his cock fall from her throat. She gasped and coughed, falling back and landing on her butt as she massaged her sore throat and stretched her jaws around. Jackie didn't even react to her gasping and retching, only checking his watch as he wiped his slick shaft over her facial fur. "5 minutes till closing." He said simply as he pulled his dick off her face's matted fur. He regarded the shaft, still glistening with various fluids. "Your face wasn't enough, my cock's still wet. Tail."

Still sputtering a bit, and feeling the fluid now seeping into her face, she flicked her bushy tail around as her ears folded. The orca grabbed the swaying appendage and used the poofy fur to fully wipe his member dry. Amy watched with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue as Jackie cleaned himself off with her tail, bringing some part of her satisfaction. She stared at the orca’s cock, dreaming of a day where they were properly acquainted. Perhaps that would be sated next time? How could he one up this? As much as it was a bad decision, Amy felt the pressing need to run a tab up if this was the ‘punishment’.

Jackie tucked himself away and smirked down at her. "Alright slut, get going. The tab's clear, but I won't let you back on your knees anymore." He said as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. "This is not happening again. I don't want this to become just another outlet for you. Don't be late on your tab again." He scolded as he gestured towards the door.

Amy stood up and brushed herself off, ears still low and feeling a bit rejected. The fox girl nodded as she shook the slight haze from her head, still feeling a little sick from being filled with so much piss. "Uh huh... okay..." She croaked out as she staggered to her feet and stared down at her swollen gut. Her dress was a little tight now, but she was able to adjust it enough to somewhat hide the bulge as she stepped out from behind the counter. With one last look back at Jackie, she sighed and waved goodbye. "See ya around." She muttered as she left the bar and stepped into the cool night air.

—

"I swear Amy, stop buying drinks if you can't afford them." Jackie scolded as he leaned against the counter with a harsh look on his face. The vixen was back again, looking sheepish as she tried to make excuses. But as she tried to find words, he noticed the little fluster behind her fur. "No no no, you're not getting off the hook this time. You can't get away with hitting my finances by sucking my dick."

"I didn't hit your finances that hard Jackie! It's just a couple hundred dollars." Amy pleaded as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Isn't there anything else I can do? Anything?" She asked as she cocked her hips to the side. "I mean... I really need it this time." She blushed as she brought her hands together in a pleading gesture. "I just have a busy week ahead and need some wiggle room." She couldn't deny that she was desperate for what Jackie had to offer. Maybe a little too desperate.

"No, I'm not wiping this tab. I've taken too much losses wiping your last two in return for a cockwarmer. You're a good fucking urinal while I work, but you're not worth the money I lose." Jackie growled as he turned to start his shift. "Maybe next time don't be so irresponsible with your drinking." He huffed as he made a shooing motion with his hand. "Scram. Go find another bar to cheat out of their money."

Amy pouted and stomped her foot in frustration. "But Jackie! Come on, there has to be something I can do." She insisted as she planted her hands on the bar and leaned forward, ears folded in pleading. "Please? I'll do anything." She begged, voice wavering a bit as she bit her lip. She was in way too deep, and had a vague idea of how she could turn it around. But she needed to know what he would do, she needed another 'chore' to do for him.

"Fine. I'm not wiping your debt, but you can keep racking it up for as long as you want."

"Really? Just like that?"

"No, not just like that. You're not allowed to wear clothes in here for as long as you have an outstanding balance." Jackie stated as he crossed his arms over his bare chest and tilted his head to the side. "Maybe that will make you think about what's going on."

Amy's eyes widened a bit at the ultimatum. She couldn't... not in public? The very idea made her shudder with anxiety, but there was also a part of her that buzzed with excitement at the idea. Yes, this was a fitting escalation to their 'game', and it didn't even involve piss. This was very doable, despite her dignity screaming in protest. "Alright Jackie, that sounds fair enough." She conceded with a nod.

The orca scoffed a bit in disbelief, but a smirk formed on his lips regardless. "Wow, you really must be desperate." He teased as he looked down at her. "Fine, start stripping slut." He waved his hand dismissively at her, making a little shooing motion. "Right here, right now. And for the future, you enter naked. Clothes off before you step a foot through the door."

Amy's blush grew deeper, that cold adrenaline mixing so enthrallingly with the dread. Her hands were shaking as she reached down and tugged her shirt over her head, the fabric pooling on the floor in a heap. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but her need for this game was paramount. After years of random hookups, this was finally something fresh, something new. Jackie was able to push her into unknown territory, and it was thrilling. She didn't care about the looks she'd get, the glances from everyone that walked in. She wanted it. She wanted to feel like an object, like a toy or an accessory. If the last two 'jobs' Jackie gave her proved anything, it's that she loved it.

"And what about my shoes?" Amy asked as she shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her clad in nothing but her underwear.

"Those stay off too." Jackie replied with a little nod. "Nothing covering. Including your hands. Finish stripping and get on with your night, I have a bar to run." He said simply as he turned to check inventory.

Amy nodded as she ditched her bra and hooked her thumbs in her panties to tug them down, kicking them off and standing completely naked in the middle of the bar. She felt exposed and vulnerable, a wave of embarrassment flooding her cheeks. She shivered, that primal sense of exposure sending goosebumps up and down her bare flesh. God, it felt so good. She'd never felt like this before, but she wanted more. She couldn't help but look around the bar as it filled up with patrons, catching some glances and bashful looks. It only made her shiver more. She couldn't help but love it as she turned on her heel and started walking towards a corner table, earning a whistle from one of the regulars. She just kept her head up and ignored him, settling down in a booth and watching the night begin.

She was far from the only person to ever come here naked, nudity permits were common on college campuses. Clothes were expensive, and it was a good struggling-student tactic to ditch them all-together. She got attention, but it wasn't looks of surprise, but hunger. Men and women alike watched her as she sat there, no doubt imagining her being on her knees, bouncing on their cocks, or bent over a table taking it from behind. She would have thought those same thoughts, but now her mind was focused on the orca moving behind the counter, imagining that thick cock swinging below the bar.

The memory of his scent filled her nose, that musky taste still lingering in the back of her throat. It made her feel like such a slut, but in the best way. She wanted more of it, wanted more of Jackie's attention and treatment. Yes, she would pay her tab off. With this nudity providing a fresh method of nightly entertainment, she could finally work the bill down without adding to it. But she would take her time, and enjoy this moment of dubious exploration.

But... If she paid it off fully... This would end. She didn't want this to end, she wanted to see what the next level would bring.

—

"Amy, you're back." Jackie smirked as he leaned against the counter, broad chiseled chest on display as usual. The fox girl stepped in and blushed, closing the door behind her and giving a little nod in greeting. She was nude still, ears low in humiliation as she bit her lip. Jackie tilted his head to the side and let his gaze travel down her body, openly appreciating her lithe shape as she stood there. "You look good naked, slut."

She couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the praise, nodding a bit in acknowledgement as she approached the counter. "Thanks..." She felt his eyes on her perky breasts and smooth slit, a rush of thrill and tingles rising between her legs as she walked. Other's eyes were on her, as always. But the big orca's eyes were all that mattered to her. She wanted him to like what he saw, and it felt like he did as he adjusted his growing bulge.

"Well, what can I get for you tonight Amy? More bad choices? More financial irresponsibility? Or did you come here to pay off your tab?" Jackie asked as he set up some glasses behind the bar. "Because if you're here to pay off your tab, that's great. But I know that's not you. You're not supposed to like being forced into public nudity, Amy. I don't think this is going to work, you're just becoming more a slut instead of a good customer." Jackie sighed as he shook his head, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Amy's eyes widened as she took in his words. No, she couldn't lose this tab! She needed this little game to continue, she wanted these sensations to never end. But perhaps that was the escalation she needed. "I, uh... need some help. Paying it off. I can put some down tonight, but... You're right. It spiraled out of control, I need a way to pay it off. I know cockwarming is out of the question-" She shot a hopeful glance up to the man. "-But is there anything I can do? Help around? Summer break is coming up, I'll be free to do a lot more."

Jackie pondered for a moment before tapping his fingers on the counter. "You know what? I got just the thing. Our relief station needs a summer whore." He smirked as he gestured to the back of the bar, where the sounds of slapping and moaning could be heard behind the curtain. She was familiar with the fuck-rack in there, remembering Julia from so long ago. "If you want to get this tab paid off, you can spend your summer with your holes going for a few cents per pop. That sound good?"

It was certainly a step up from sucking Jackie's dick, or going naked. Running right to full on prostitution wasn't exactly on her wishlist, especially when it wouldn't actually make her spend more time with Jackie. But it was something she didn't consider, and she wasn't about to turn down the opportunity for a new thrill. Her eyes flitted around as ears flicked, contemplating it as she struggled to find words. One thing needed to be asked.

"You said... a few cents?" She squeaked out as her cheeks flushed bright red.

"Yeah, technically speaking. The relief station is free, but people can tip. On average it balances out to like a quarter per fuck." Jackie explained with a shrug. "It's not great money, but sluts like you aren't really worth much anyway."

Amy felt a little sting at his words, but she couldn't deny the rush of lust running through her core. She wanted this. She needed this. Amy bit her lip as she fidgeted on her feet. Her body was screaming for attention, and this might be a good way to get it while bringing in enough cash to pay off her tab. Her hookups had slowed down considerably as she became smitten with the budding thrill of exhibitionism, some dick could do her good. "Alright, alright... I'll do it. Let's give it a try." She decided as she nodded decisively.

Jackie just smirked as he leaned against the counter, the orca's gaze once again trailing over her bare form. "Alright then. Come in when your classes end, we'll get everything sorted." 

—

Though summer itself hadn’t arrived in full, the semester was over. Free from educational responsibilities for at least a few months, Amy felt the weight lift off her shoulders as she stepped out of her last final exam. It was time for the summer she had been anticipating for weeks. It was time to work at Jackie's bar. Butterflies infested her belly as she walked back to her dorm, fairly plain dress fluttering in the slight breeze. In moments like this she thought about what it would feel like to not have that layer of clothing blocking the wind, feeling it directly on her fur.

She spent a lot of time naked at the bar, but it had yet to spread beyond. Being naked in a private establishment was one thing, on campus was another. Although she often found herself looking at those few others who proudly went in the buff with nudity permits, finding a longing brewing within her. But as much as those thoughts grew, they paled to the fantasies of the summer job. Jackie's relief station had customers ranging from nerdy college kids to gruff construction workers, and the idea of getting fucked by strangers in such a raw, lewd way was invigorating, a new lease on sex.

With that in mind, she opened the door to her dorm room and tossed her bag to the side. Her roommate was already gone for the summer, and she knew the place would be empty for a while. With a newfound ease, Amy disrobed and laid her clothes out on the bed. It was a simple outfit, a modest dress and a pair of leggings that hugged her fur-clad ass nicely. It wasn't anything too showy, but it got the job done. But now, she was going to bite the bullet.

Amy rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a smaller backpack, stuffing it with a spare change of clothes for later. She didn't want to look like a hooker walking home, even if she was one during business hours. She tossed her phone and her keys in before zipping it up tight. It was time to go to Jackie's bar. It was time to start earning her wages for the summer. Stepping into the dorm's hall, she took a moment to steady her excited breathing as she stood there naked, nothing but a backpack on her body.

She couldn't help but think about how deliciously shameless this all was, as if something deep within her was slowly breaking free. Amy took a deep breath and started down the hall, willing herself not to bolt back into her room. The air against her fur made her shiver, goosebumps rising up and down her lithe frame as she walked with her head held high. She understood why people skydived or base jumped. She felt that adrenaline rush through her as she walked naked on campus. It was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

As Amy passed by other dorms and groups of students chatting and laughing, she was met with glances and stares. A few whispers and murmurs filled the air as she passed by, but she didn't make eye contact or acknowledge them in any way. She just kept walking, feeling her heart pound in her chest as her cheeks flushed with heat. She didn't even know what she looked like from their perspective, but she imagined it was erotic.

It was only a short walk to Jackie's bar, and in a moment she found herself standing in front of the door earlier than ever. She hesitated for a moment, hands trembling as she adjusted her backpack straps and fussed with her ears. She was really going to do this, she was going to be a relief-whore in Jackie's bar all summer long. It was a bit late to back out now though. So Amy took a deep breath and stepped inside, the little bell above the door ringing as she did so.

"Oh hey slut, you made it!" Jackie said from behind the counter, shirtless as usual and arranging the bar. "I'm glad you're here. To be honest, I didn't think you would actually show up." He laughed as he set the box of glasses down and leaned against the counter, eyes flitting over her nudity in appreciation. "But I guess I should have expected you to. You really seem to have a thing for this kind of stuff. Remember when you gave me shit for calling you a slut? I think that's all I'll call you from now on." Jackie mused with a smirk.

Amy blushed at his words, a mix of embarrassment and heat coursing through her veins. She wasn't sure if it was just her, or if Jackie was turning her into something she wouldn't admit to. "Y-yeah... whatever." She replied sheepishly as she adjusted her backpack straps again, trying not to fidget too much as she stood there. "So uh, what now?" She asked as she looked around the empty bar, a hint of anxiety rushing through her system.

"Mostly paperwork first. Come on, follow me." Jackie said as he stepped from behind the counter and gestured towards a door in the back. Amy followed close behind as he led her to an office of sorts, a desk and chair sitting in the center of the room. Jackie walked around and plopped down in the chair, pulling out a drawer and sifting through some papers. "Alright slut, here's what I got for you." He grabbed a clipboard and slid it across the desk towards her.

Amy stepped closer and picked it up, looking over the papers as she tried to understand what they were for. "This is just a waiver saying I'm not liable for anything that happens to you here. And that you're volunteering for unrestricted use." Jackie explained as he leaned back in his chair. "I don't need you suing me after someone stretches your asshole too wide, or knocks you up. Oh, and no condoms allowed."

"Wait... what?" Amy squeaked out as she looked up from the paper in alarm. "I don't want to get pregnant!" She protested as she pushed the clipboard back towards him. But Jackie shook his head and pushed it back towards her.

"That's part of the rules slut. You can't run my relief station wearing protection. No condoms allowed." He repeated as he gestured towards the paper.

"W-what about birth control?" Amy countered as she crossed her arms over her chest. She couldn't just... get knocked up by some random dude at the bar. That’d really put her in the hole money-wise.

"I won't stop you from taking it. Too expensive for me to provide though." Jackie shrugged as he tapped his fingers on the desk. 

Amy's ears flattened, "Then it's clearly too expensive for my broke ass! Jackie, I can't just let strangers knock me up." She insisted as she shook her head. "I-I need protection if I'm going to-"

"No. Condoms. Allowed." Jackie repeated in a firmer tone. "Take it or leave it." He plainly declared as he crossed his arms over his chest. Amy's lip trembled as she looked down at the paper and read it over again, the negatives running amok in her mind. That wasn’t to say there weren’t positives, though…

"But Jackie..." She whined as she shook her head a bit. "I'm not ready for this..." She protested as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Look, if pregnancy is your major concern, you clearly don't understand the ramifications of unrestricted use. This isn't going to be fun, it's not a nice happy romp, you are signing up to be a commercial cumdump with no barrier to entry other than being a customer of mine. People aren't going to be gentle. You're going to be in the rack for twelve hour shifts. You're going to be slapped, spanked, pounded, choked, stretched, spit on, and fucked however your customers want to fuck you. If you get pregnant, it happens." Jackie explained as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "So make your decision."

Amy shuddered as she looked back down at the paper, a sense of dread and heat rising through her gut. She couldn't believe how nonchalant he was about this, but a part of her was screaming with approval. She loved this idea, loved the concept of being used in such a raw, crude way. It was overwhelming and terrifying, but in such a tantalizing manner. She bit her lip as she adjusted her backpack straps again. "Fine, I'll do it." She squeaked out as she picked up the pen and started filling out the forms.

"Good girl." Jackie nodded as he watched her sign the waiver. "Now come around the desk and stand against the wall. Need to get your profile photos." Spoke the orca as he pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times. Amy was blushing deep as she made her way around the desk and stood against the wall, the device being aimed at her. "Smile, pretty." He said as he started snapping pics. Amy bit her lip and tilted her head to the side, a wave of heat rising through her cheeks as she became acutely aware of how lewd it all was.

Jackie took a few shots from various angles before setting his phone down on the desk. "There should be a good few ones in there. I’ll pick one later." But it wasn’t over, as he pulled out another folder and set it on the desk. "Now, you get one day off a week, choose them now." He said as he slid a sheet towards her. Amy frowned a bit but didn't complain as she picked up a pen and started marking down her days off.

"Next, fill out the info plaque." Jackie added as he handed her another sheet. "Full name, occupation, reasons, the usual." Amy just sighed as she scribbled down the basics, eager for this whole thing to be over. She was in too deep now, and just wanted to get started.

Jackie looked over her sheets when she finished and gave a little nod. "Alright, good stuff, slut. Now come with me to the back, I'll show you your new home away from home." He smirked as he stood up from his chair and gestured towards the door. Amy followed close behind as he led her through the bar and into the back room. It was a short walk to the curtain, usually emanating the constant noise of sex, but now strangely quiet. Jackie pulled the curtain aside and revealed the relief station in all its glory.

Amy's eyes widened as she stepped inside, eyes roaming over the setup. It was a decently spacious cubby with a rack in the center, a restraint frame similar to a combination of a barebones medical table and gynecologist's chair. There were hooks and rings placed around the frame for straps and restraints, and a pedestal for customers to stand on. It went around the whole base, making sure both her ends were accessible. The buff orca went to a cabinet in the back, pulling out a harness of some kind. 

"Put this on, we need to get you fitted." Jackie instructed as he tossed the straps towards her. Amy caught them and fiddled with the leather and metal, trying to figure out how to put it on. But she eventually managed to fit it around her hips and chest, adjusting it a bit until it was secure. Jackie walked over and began clipping various buckles and locks, pulling her into an appropriate position on the rack. A good section of time was spent adjusting parts of the rack to fit her proportions, specifically around her crotch and rear.

She was thoroughly pinned and strapped in, unable to move much in any direction. That dread welled up in her, but only brought that tantalizing cocktail of desire and heat. She knew what was coming, and it sent a little shiver of excitement through her gut. "Huh, normally first sizing takes longer." He said as he paced around her and inspected his work and the vixen. Heavy hands landed on her lithe frame, groping, examining, and fondling as he poked and prodded. She couldn't help but blush as Jackie touched her like that, running his fingers through her fur and appreciating her features.

His last point to check was her mouth, which he promptly shoved two of his thick fingers into. She coughed and gagged on them as Jackie poked around in her throat, feeling her tongue and the back of her mouth with his fingertips. "That's the open throat I know. I'll be sure to list your oral capacity on the plaque." Jackie noted as he pulled his fingers out and wiped them off on her face. "Alright slut, get ready. Opening shift is starting soon. See you in twelve hours." He added as he patted her on the head and walked out of the room, leaving Amy alone with her thoughts.

She bit her lip as she adjusted her restraints a bit, trying to get comfortable in her new environment. This was it, the summer she had been anticipating. Excitement and fear rushed through her system, and she couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. Would this be all just fun and games? Or would she be ruined by this experience? She didn't know, but she couldn't wait to find out. There was even some dark allure to being used beyond recognition.

But all her contemplation did was burn time before the curtain parted again, and she was faced with the first customer of her summer job. Her eyes widened as she looked up at the towering form above her, a gruff bear standing there in his dirty work clothes with his thick cock in hand. He didn't waste any time in climbing onto the pedestal and sliding his length right into her mouth, holding her head tight against his hips as he pushed himself down her throat.

Amy gagged and choked on his girth as she struggled to adjust to his sheer size, feeling him, tasting him. Not as sizable as the orca she crushed on, but certainly no walk in the park. She coughed and sputtered on his shaft as he started to fuck her throat with steady pumps of his hips, a wave of lust rushing through her body as she realized this was really happening. She was a relief station whore. There weren't many thoughts running through her mind that weren't horny, getting used and losing herself in the moment. But this was her first customer, and she was still overall cognizant. 

As he finished inside her throat and swallowed his load down, after he drew out of her she made sure to politely ask for a tip when she remembered that's how she actually got paid. "Um... How did I do, sir? Would you mind leaving a tip?" She said as her gaze flicked towards the little e-reader on the rack and the coin slot below it. He simply scoffed a bit and grabbed a penny or something from his pocket, letting it fall through the slot and onto the device. She heard it clink against the glass, and with that, her summer started.

—

Even on her first shift, she realized this wasn't what it was cut out to be. As her customers came and went, fucking her in either end and stretching her holes without much care or concern for her comfort. It was rough, but it was thrilling too. She loved every minute of it as she let herself go, losing track of how many men came and left throughout the day. In the moment there was haze, lust, adrenaline. But after her first twelve hours were up, she could feel the strain in her body, the ache in her crotch from all the abuse she took.

"Alright slut, that's time." Jackie stated as he stepped into the room and started undoing her restraints. Amy sighed with relief as she slowly slid off the rack and stepped onto the floor, a bit sore from being stuck in place for so long. "Good work today, I heard lots of folks took up my recommendation for your throat. That should have put a few bucks towards your tab." He explained as he helped her out of the harness, though avoiding touching her. A lot of folks blew their load on her body, fur matted and sticky.

Amy was glad she brought spare clothes in her bag, for as exciting as nudity was, she wanted to only be exposed when she looked her best. And she did not look her best right now. "Thanks Jackie. I'll uh... be back tomorrow then." She said as she pulled out her spare dress and quickly slipped it over her fur, ears low in embarrassment. She felt that haze fade away, a reality settling in around her as she stepped out of the relief station and into the bar. Her body checked in past worn muscles and faded nerves, acutely aware of not just the little twinges and aches, but the volume of cum inside her too.

She had been fucked relentlessly for hours on end, a barrage of cocks in every hole as she let herself go with each passing man. It was a new kind of feeling, and one that made her feel... somewhat ashamed. But it was still hot, and the tip jar she set beside the rack was filling up with spare change from her satisfied customers. This would add up fast, and pay off her tab before the summer was over. Hopefully. Regardless, with all its drawbacks, this was another dive into depravity. Her constant need to one-up is satisfied. As long as she didn't think too hard about that bold 'NO CONDOMS' sign on her rack, and the seed dripping out of her snatch.

Amy slipped her backpack on and left the bar with a wave to Jackie, walking down the street in her little dress and wondering what the future would bring. This job would be interesting at least, that much was for certain. The summer was shaping up to be eventful indeed. To think that she used to be satisfied with plain old one-night-stands, preposterous.

—

A few weeks passed by with Amy settling into a steady rhythm, coming into Jackie's bar every morning and spending her entire day on the rack getting fucked in every hole. It was becoming easier to lose herself in that haze of lust and lewdness, the discomfort fading away and being replaced with eager anticipation. She no longer fidgeted and blushed when she entered the bar, just went straight to the back and stripped down. The orca had gotten used to her by now too, and didn't bother escorting her to the rack. She had developed a routine of sorts.

Walk in, strip naked, fit into the harness, and wait for customers to enter. They came in droves during business hours, a seemingly endless line of cocks for her to swallow or take. It was a vibrant existence, but as time went on, it certainly wore her down. Amy could feel the strain in her body, the weariness in her muscles and bones from being on display for so long. She could feel the constant throbbing and aching in her core from the rough fucking, the raw slapping and thrusting pushing her beyond limits she didn't know existed.

But she could still remember the first few times she was fucked by strangers with vivid clarity, that initial shock and realization hitting her like a brick to the face. She could even feel it now, the sharp sting of embarrassment as she tried to focus on her work. The man ramming her asshole right now was barely an afterthought, just another face in another minute in another twelve hour shift. Amy couldn't help but wonder if this would become normal for her, if this depraved level of exhibitionism would stick with her when the summer was over.

She knew the stretching her holes got would last well beyond then, her pussy alone feeling blown out and sore. Her asshole was still adjusting to taking larger and larger cocks, but Amy loved the idea of being a well-fucked cumdump by the time she stepped off the rack for the last time. That was an unexpected outcome, but she was learning to embrace it as time went on. The patrons loved it too, how slutty she looked after hours of constant fucking, coated in cum and moaning for more.

"Alright slut, time's up." Jackie stated as he stepped into the room and started undoing her restraints. Amy sighed with relief as she stepped off the rack and slid onto the floor, feeling a wave of pins and needles rush through her legs and arms as her insides cramped. She had been in the same position for far too long, but that was the job. She couldn't help but smile at how easily she had gotten used to this routine. Wet patters sounded as her gaped holes leaked cum onto the floor, her face flushing deep red at the mess she was making.

Coughing, groaning, she lay on the floor. "I... Still wish you'd make them wear condoms." Amy grumbled as she sat up and stretched her muscles. Jackie just shook his head with a smirk as he helped her out of the harness. "Sorry slut, not my fault you don't have the cash for birth control." He replied as he handed her a rag to clean off with. "And hey, nobody's knocked you up yet." He added with a shrug.

Amy pouted as she cleaned herself up, "Yeah, 'yet'." She sighed as she wiped her wide open slit clean and looked around for her bag. "I'm just being careful. Can't blame me for that." She insisted as she found her things and started getting dressed. She was sticky and sore, but it was becoming normal for her to feel like this. A new kind of baseline that would persist even as she stepped out of the bar and into fresh air.

"Don't drip cum on my floor, I just mopped!" Jackie called out as she left, Amy simply waving her hand at him as she stepped out and closed the door behind her. Right now as she ached and hurt, she wanted to enjoy the sunset over the city skyline. It was a beautiful sight to see, and a good reminder that life was more than just fucking and cum and lewdness. But there was a comfort to it too, as she thought about what lay ahead of her for the summer.

—

The summer had come and gone in a blur, and Amy found herself stepping into Jackie's bar on the last day of her relief-station job. It was bittersweet as she stepped inside and stripped naked, excited to cash out her tip jar and finally have enough money to pay off her tab. But also sad to leave this behind, to close this chapter of her life and return to the world of normality. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do after this, or who she was going to be. What even was normal anymore? Sauntering up to cute boys and asking to fuck?

It all just felt so hollow now, now that she had tasted something more raw and vulgar. Unfiltered, pure. It was thrilling to think about as she fit herself into the harness and lay back on the rack, waiting for the first customer to come in. It didn't take long before the curtain was pushed aside, and she was faced with a regular of hers. "Hey slut, how are you doing?" He asked as he climbed up on the pedestal and shuffled his pants down to reveal his half-hard cock. "Heard this is your last day here?"

"Yeah, it's sad but necessary." Amy nodded as he grabbed a fistful of fur on her head and guided his cock into her mouth, sliding down her throat and grunting a bit as he started fucking her face with steady pumps of his hips. She added a muffled moan as she closed her eyes and let him use her body.

"Mhm, you were great here slut. Gonna miss this loose throat." He noted as he increased his pace a bit, Amy choking and gagging on his shaft as she adjusted to his sudden intensity. She couldn't help but blush at his words though, that deep feeling of being wanted rising up in her gut once again. It was intoxicating, and she savored it as much as she could while he rammed his cock down her gullet.

After he finished inside her and pulled out with a sigh, he tucked his cock away and stuffed a bill into the tip jar before leaving. She didn't even notice that it was a fifty. But she noticed another customer enter the room not long after, and quickly got back into the swing of things. Fucking and sucking, taking poundings that would break lesser girls until the day was over. Hours of use and abuse, one last time before she cashed out. It was sad to see her tip jar empty, contemplating in silence. She sat on the relief station room's floor, naked, messy, leaking and used. But in a way that felt oddly fulfilling.

She had a lingering ache in her jaw from deepthroating all day, her body bruised and sore from being thrown around on the rack for hours on end, lines of purple where the harness cut into her as she was jostled with heavy thrusts. She looked down at her naked self and couldn't help but smile a bit. This was her summer of depravity, a thrill of the raw and wild. And even if she was a bit worse for wear, she couldn't deny that she loved it. A whole new layer of life was unlocked, something she had missed out of for so long.

With a deep breath, the well-fucked vixen stared at the pile of coins and bills on the floor. It was enough to cover her tab in full, and a little extra besides. She took a moment to count it out and made sure everything was in order. But now she was confronted with that sadness, that finality. The two semesters where Jackie pushed her into these endeavors with an unpaid tab felt like the only time she had actually been living. Such a short time, yet most of her cherished memories were in those moments and days. This was the farthest their game had gone, and she debated if it could go further. What was left that could top this?

If someone could though, it would be Jackie. She could so easily just pocket a bit of the money, and keep some of her tab unpaid. Keep this thing going between them, keep the new experiences flowing. She scooped up the cash and dropped it in her bag, on top of her clothes. She didn't take the spare dress out, standing on wobbly legs bare naked. The world would see her, see the stains of use on her fur, marks of pride and arousal. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the back room and into the bar proper.

Jackie looked up from wiping tables down, seeing her forsake her usual walk-home dress. The splatters and bruises were on clear display, as well as the natural beauty of her body. "You didn't get dressed?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow. 

Amy shook her head slowly. "I'm in a mood, and I wanna ride it out." She replied with a quiet tone. There was a level of sadness in her tired posture, of forlorn farewells. 

"Well, I hope everybody went extra rough today, a good sendoff for a slut like you." Jackie mused as he set the rag down and regarded the fox. 

Amy just blushed and bit her lip, looking down at the floor as she shifted a bit on her feet. "They did." She nodded quietly, a shiver running through her body. There was so much they hadn't done together, so many ways the orca could push her further. They both knew it. But she needed to go home, get the first long sleep of the summer, and recover a bit. She could decide to go further when she woke up.

"Take care Jackie." She said with a small, but genuine smile. The orca gave her a nod in return as she stepped out of the bar and into the night. "Don't be a stranger, slut." Amy couldn't help but blush a bit as she made her way down the street, still naked, still wet and used. It was a beautiful summer night, and she was feeling wild.

So she did the unthinkable, walking down the street naked as the day she was born. Eyes watched her as she passed by, whispers and murmurs in her wake. Her fur was sticky with cum, her thighs stained with use. She didn't feel shame, just a sense of purpose and lust. Let them see, let them know. This was real, visceral, tangible. This was what made life impactful. And she would never stop living. Never. She took a deep breath and headed home, taking with her nothing but a satisfied exploration of the carnal side of life.

— (Optional Bad End Below)

Amy made her choice. She pocketed a decent sum of the cash, holding in a rainy day fund. The important part is that it wasn't used to completely wipe out her tab, only drastically reduce it. She was still in Jackie's debt, and that was the way it was going to be for a while. Keep needing that 'rule' that she had to be nude in his establishment, keep her in a place where she could be used and abused with ease. Jackie was fed up with this though, as he knew she made enough to cover the tab. He didn't see it was a desperate act to stay with him, but as genuine deceit.

So now, halfway through the new semester, he made his move. When she strut through the door, nude as can be, he waited for her to approach the counter as usual. "Slut."

Amy, of course, knew that he was referring to her. "Yes?"

"You're being a bit of a pain in my ass. I know you stole your relief station earnings. Pay off your tab, entirely, or there will be consequences."

She felt her ears droop, cheeks flush with heat. "B-but Jackie! You've seen how much I go through! I need help, and this is the best way!"

"Pay it off." He repeated with a stern glare.

Amy pouted a bit, debating on how to play their game. She needed this, craved it even. This dynamic was too important to her. "I... can't. Whatever you're going to do, do it." She said, hiding her excitement in the tone. Jackie had no clue of her true intentions, but he did have a surprise for her.

"I didn't want it to come to this. You've been using me, practically stealing from me. The amount you owe, over this amount of time, lets me take legal action. I'm done giving you extensions, as you clearly have no intention to pay me back. As of right now, where you declined your last chance, you are now my property."

Amy's ears drooped, a mix of anxiety and desire rising in her gut. "What... does that mean?" She squeaked out, mind beginning to take that cocktail of thrill as she imagined becoming the bar's fuckpet. Jackie leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "I've claimed ownership of you through your debt via the UUP. You no longer exist as a person."

Well, hearing that the department of Uses for Useless Persons was involved didn't bode well. Soon Amy felt genuine concern, but the UUP made fucktoys, she could still achieve her dream. Right? "O-Okay..."

The shirtless orca spoke casually. "Good timing too, our plumbing is giving out and I'm in fresh need of a septic tank. You'll be perfect for the job, the space is small and about your size." 

Amy blinked a few times at his words. No. No no no no. This can't be happening. This was supposed to be fun, sexy! Her features dropped like a brick as the color drained from her face, muzzle going slack as the situation dawned fully. She couldn't speak, couldn't argue, couldn't even scream. She was well and truly fucked now.

There was a tap on her shoulder, a patron in simple jeans and button down shirt with a leather jacket. "Excuse me, you're the one formerly known as Amy Deline, correct?" She turned to face the stallion with wide, blank eyes. She looked back at Jackie, nonchalantly taking orders on the other end of the bar. The new man spoke, "I'm with the UUP, you're to come with me for processing." A hand clasped her shoulder. "Don't make this difficult."

Finally, she found some will to speak, quiet, whimpering words. "N-No... There must be a m-mistake. I... I can't..." 

The stallion leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "If there is, we'll sort it out. But for now, you need to come with me."

There was a flash of fight, to run, to hide, something. But the UUP wasn't something you could run from. So the vixen was left with one option, shutting down. She slumped into submission, following him out the door and into a waiting truck with its back doors open. Dead eyes stared ahead, moving on a sense of autopilot. Others were in the truck, lined on either side. There were no seats, only places to slot your feet in over a strange pole. Amy didn't see anything, being guided by the stallion. Gruff hands briskly disrobed her, Amy barely noticing her garments were thrown in a bag full of others. She was directed to stand in the slots, braces moving to lock her feet into place before a hiss sounded out and the pole between them rose.

The first return of emotion was as the cold, unlubed metal plug-tipped pole shoved into her cunt, pushing all the way up to her womb as she gasped and grit her teeth at the sudden intrusion. There was nothing else she could do, wracked with a deep ache and raw throbbing pain. Her chest heaved as she adjusted to the sensation, trying to ignore how she was now stuck on this pole until they arrived at their destination. In fact, she went right back to trying to ignore everything, for as she looked around and saw the others in her same state, she began to panic.

She knew there was nothing she could do, as the truck moved down the highway towards wherever they were going. She knew the only thing she could do was not think, not be aware.

—

As they approached their destination, the pole-bound Amy had just about lost any sense of self she had left. She was stuck in a numb haze, unable to think or feel anything except the raw pain in her nethers and the constant jostling of the truck's movements that only amplified it. She couldn't even bring herself to look at anyone else around her, too consumed with dread and despair. She could barely even register the truck stopping, or the back doors being opened. It was only when her restraints were released and the pole retracted that she snapped back to reality.

She was pushed out of the truck and into a parking lot outside what looked like an industrial warehouse. Amy tried to glance back at the truck and its other occupants, but she was already being rushed inside and through a set of double doors by other staffers that were waiting. There was an intake station, where they confirmed her identity, and bluntly informed her of her status as an object. That her belongings would be taken and sold to cover her debt, and that she had thirty seconds to verbally record a final message for her kin.

It all went by in a blur, Amy too stunned to really comprehend what was happening as she was sent through this place in a mire of disassociation and shock. She found herself shaved entirely, given branding tattoos on various parts of her body, and barely endured the process of being flipped upside down as her uterus and vagina were filled with body-safe resin. The procedure was excruciating, but a dim part of her realized she didn't have to worry about any unwanted pregnancy from her time in the relief station anymore.

In some twisted boon, the non-stop ordeal never let her have a chance to process this, remaining in a state of shock as she was brought to a line of stalls in an enormous room, each holding a medical table and some sort of automated surgical unit. She was taken into one and laid down on the table, being strapped down and faced with a strange array of medical devices above her. "Wait, what's going on? What are you doing?" She cried out in fear. But before she knew it, there was a prick on her arm and the world began to fade.

—

How long? How long has it been? There was nothing but darkness, then flashes of light. Heat and cold, sharp pains and dull aches. Amy couldn't think, couldn't feel anything. Her body was numb and exhausted, barely able to breathe or blink through the fog that clouded her mind. When was now? Where was she? What was even happening? The question didn't even ring true in her mind, as if it couldn't grasp what she was asking. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep forever, but something deep inside her kept her from slipping away.

But before anymore time could be used to dwell, a familiar rush of horrid sludge was dumped past her lips and into her stomach. She gagged and choked on it as it poured down her throat, filling her gut and sending a wave of nausea through her body. It was a force feeding, automated and regular as far as she could tell. What she did know is that her feeding tube is a sewage line from the toilets of the bar above her. Something deep inside her cracked slightly at this realization, a fragile sense of self shining through as she remembered who she was and where she had been.

The memories of Jackie and her job as a relief station whore came flooding back, followed by her transition into an object. This wasn't just some nightmare or twisted dream, this was real. She was actually a septic tank for a bar, her body nothing more than a processing unit to digest waste. It was disgusting, revolting even, and a far cry from the glamorous life she had imagined for herself as a fuckpet for the orca's bar. She had been completely robbed of everything, and there was nothing she could do but eat as more sewage was dumped down her throat.

Amy was gone. This is not a cute little vixen slut, this is a septic tank. Hidden away in a tiny compartment in a building's basement, few people would know she was even there. Less would recognize the fox, missing her limbs, body chemically altered to not grow fur as her skin faded to pale pink. Strapped to the wall, a metal pipe welded to the gag holding her jaws open, face otherwise hidden behind a rubber hood. Her resin-filled pussy was hidden by her sagging middle, distended and occasionally lumpy, a final metal pipe lodged in her colon and merging with her catheter.

Her exposed skin showcased various ID tattoos and technical markings, but 'Amy' never showed up on them. Just numbers and barcodes. There was no more freedom, no more dreams. Just a septic tank that ate shit, nothing more or less than that. As the months bled on, there were times when the reality would hit her with full force, tears leaking down her hooded cheeks as she choked on the sludge pumped into her belly. She thought about escaping, killing herself, but she was locked tight in this stall. No limbs, no hope. Just waste and disposal.

As she ate and processed the shit from above for years, her mind began to break. Memories of college became distant dreams of a past life. Jackie's face blurred into nothingness in her mind. She stopped thinking about anything besides her immediate surroundings and the disgusting feeling of sewage filling her guts. Her sense of self had been entirely stripped away, leaving behind a broken husk that didn't even know its own name anymore. The only thing that was real was the endless stream of waste she ate.

She never wanted this. She never wanted this at all.

But it was all she had now.