Devin shielded his eyes from the glare off the fjord. "This was a very romantic idea, Reina, returning home by boat." 

Pristine bone-white mountains jutted up in the distance, stabbing through misty clouds that threatened to retaliate with another dumping of snow. 

Fully laden with both cargo and the family's wagon-turned-sleigh, the tow-barge sank low in the water, allowing the whitehorn to trail her fingers in the icy water as she drank in the sights. "It was, wasn’t it, Herdmate? Such scenic vistas in this part of the kingdom."

Devin tried to rub some feeling back into his mittened hands. "This would be a perfect moment if not for the cold."

"If that is all it would take, then." After shaking her hand free of water, Reina undid her coat, had him face away from her, and pulled him into an embrace.

"Cozier?" She checked, redoing the buttons.

"Yes, much, but I'm not hurting your chest, am I?” 

Squeezing him into her pillowy bosom, Reina hugged Devin tighter, tilted his chin up, and kissed him. "You are perfectly fine, my love.” 

He exhaled in contentment and looked out over four sahagins harnessed to their transport, their muscular webbed legs and feet creating eddies between them. 

"Did you enjoy our little side trip to the coast?"

"I did. Merport was a much different place than I had imagined.” Reina blinked away a snowflake on her eyelash. “And Seula was so sweet and delightful. I'm glad we met her, had the opportunity to spend time with her, and were able to help a friendship blossom between her and Lady Luci. How about you, Herdmate?"

"Certainly a more enjoyable and interesting trip than past times I've been there, and I think this one will prove to be lucrative." Devin peered around Reina's shoulder at the mountain of crates and barrels tied securely to their sleigh. "I'm anticipating this haul will put a significant dent in our debt."

"How much do you think?"

"A third, perhaps."

"Only that much?"

"Maybe more; depends on how much time we have till Mavis is done assembling whoever is going with us. I might not have much time to look for a buyer willing to pay a premium with everything else we have to do before we leave."

Devin mentally ticked off everything they still needed to do. "We might have to make last-minute adjustments to the new wagon, and we need to pick up all the supplies we ordered, sort them, and get them loaded.” 

“If Azalea and I begin lactating during that time, hopefully, we can sell some milk before we have to leave again.”

“We’ll definitely make an effort to find time for that.”

Reina stared off into the distance, trying to imagine how far and how long their journey was going to take. She had confidence in her own stamina, but had to inquire, "Are you still certain Jeni will be able to endure the trip?"

"I believe so. You saw how hard she worked to prove how much she didn't want to part from us. Besides, could you really tell her that she should stay behind?"

"No, I couldn't." Reina brushed her fingers across her lips. "I didn't tell you, but there was a moment at Muddy Springs where she and I grew a little closer."

"Oh?" he responded with mild surprise.

"She kissed me."

“What kind of kiss?”

“A practice one.”

"How’d she do?"

"She's a dangerously fast learner," she answered with a smirk.

“By dangerous, can I assume it was good enough to lead to other… things?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Reina’s lips. “Such a probing question, Herdmate! Our inquisitive little fairy is rubbing off on you more and more by the day.” 

Devin nudged her playfully. “Perhaps, but you haven’t answered my question.”

“Hmm… did anything happen after that first practice kiss?” She coyly repeated his words and let his curiosity linger in the crisp air. “Hmm, indeed it did! It led to a second kiss.” 

Reina tittered, feeling him slump a little. "Sorry, my dearest Herdmate, nothing else of interest happened,, but the second kiss did have a lot of intent behind it."

“Given that there was a second, good intent, I hope?”

Reina adjusted Devin’s scarf, noticing it had come loose. "Yes. I have a better understanding of our relationship now."

"My disappointment aside, I'm happy to see that you two are getting along."

Devin didn't ask for further details. Perhaps he wasn’t as interested in the deeper relationship motives as she might have been willing to share, reminding Reina of her father. He was content as long as all the females of her family’s herd were getting along. 

Shaking away the memory in which she was an outcast, she mused, "I wonder how Jeni is faring with Ky, Suvi, and Zinni."

"She's probably over a snowbank having so many friends around all the time, and it's probably a relief having someone she trusts to upkeep the shop while we're gone." 

Reina thought back to when they first found the destitute bat girl. "I'm glad Ky had someone like Suvi in her life, and I’m glad they will have a proper place to live.” 

Devin and Reina let up on their discussion and basked in each other's warm closeness. They heard a song from far away drifting across the water. The occasional high note was shattered with a hi, or hello, whenever another transport vessel going the other way came close to the small dot skimming over the surface. 

"Azalea's certainly adapted well with that heavy belly." 

Reina's eyes followed their falsely pregnant fairy, her iridescent wings throwing off tiny rainbows as she twirled, climbed, and dove nearby. "Don't remind me…though I'm relieved she learned how to get it out of her if she wants."

"You don't think it's even just that tiny bit cuter now that it's pink?" Devin chided with a smirk.

"No, and if I had to voice any sort of preference, I think I liked it better clear! Why did it come out that color?"

"No clue. Perhaps a form of camouflage, trying to blend in to match Azalea's insides? I wonder how much bigger it's going to get. She looks ready to pop."

"Like you said, Herdmate, maybe it'll stretch her enough for you, but so far that's the ONLY benefit I can see with allowing such a creature to… to nest in her.”

The singing stopped as the soft whir of wings drew near and collided with them.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, Lifemate. I'm fine when moving, but stopping with all this added weight is kinda hard."

"We were just talking about that… and you."

"You were?"

"We, ‘er, I was wondering what you are going to do when it gets too big."

"Not sure. I still have a bit more room it can grow into, but maybe I could buy a comfy jar for it when we get home." Azalea caressed her belly. “Aren’t you two looking so snuggly!"

"Would you like to join?" Devin offered.

"Please. My nipples feel hard enough to hang ornaments from and need some defrosting."

"We don't want that. You need to be producing milk, not ice cream."

Azalea laughed, then abruptly stopped. "Wait, what's ice cream?"

"It's a frozen dessert made from milk and sweetened with sugar or fruit."

Azalea’s excitement brimmed over. "Sorta like sweet ice???"

"Kinda, only creamier."

"That sounds amazing! I want to try some!"

"Perhaps we can find a place." 

Devin undid a middle button on Reina's coat and waited as the fairy dove in headfirst, her distended belly getting stuck in the process. "Little help, Lifemate."

Devin undid another button.

"Thank you."

Falling into Devin's pocket, she righted herself with some effort and popped her head out. 

"So much warmer. How much longer till we get to Iceford?"

“We are, in fact, here, and sooner than expected, considering we are going against the current." 

Through the freezing pre-dawn mist, the northern water gate of Iceford suddenly loomed before them, its massive portcullis maw greeting them with a toothy smile.

"We're finally home!" the fairy announced.

"That we are. Do you recognize where? You've been here before," Devin asked.

"Hmm." Azalea scratched her head and looked up at a bridge spanning the water. "Oh, I remember! This was where I saw the merfolk when we first arrived at Iceford. We were waaaaay up there! Seems like so long ago."

"It certainly does feel like a lot has happened since then."

"Isn't it great? A densely filled life with fun and adventure! Say, Lifemate, it's still early morning… could we make a quick detour somewhere?"

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The frosty night had barely become a whisper of the past as early risers yawned their good mornings to each other. Skipping her way down the street with snow crunching under her petite footsteps, a girl with large upright ears, a brown ruff of fur around her neck, and wings of skin snuggled deeper into her new coat and wiggled her toes in an equally new pair of shoes.

It had only been two weeks since Ky’s life had taken a drastically positive turn. Ever since Azalea, Reina, and Devon had saved her, her days had been a whirlwind of change. No longer living in the streets and wearing rags, she was now a tenant. 

Her landlady, Jeni, had returned a day and a half ago with one Leannan Sidhe, teacher and friend of Azalea. Ky had taken to the little manic fairy almost instantly. Her boundless curiosity was endlessly entertaining, and her constant awe at everything around her never seemed to fade.  

After taking a day to recuperate and help Zinni settle in, Jeni and the fae recounted the events during their minor vacation at Muddy Springs. 

Since then, Ky and Suvi (when time allowed) helped Jeni finish up pending orders, assisted in packing, and learned a little about tinctures, just in case they needed or wanted extra coin while their benefactors were away.

Appreciative, Ky was happy to learn, but she wasn’t in need of money. She was working not one, but two jobs – one being a 'serving' girl at the infamous Whitegold, a place she, like many people, had previously only heard of in rumors. She never imagined she'd end up working there.

When Sable, her manager, learned about Suvi’s penchant for urethral-focused activities, the batgirl was offered a position with the 'pee trio'. Thus reforming them into the Pee-rless Four. 

She was headed to the other job, a rebranded business that provided a special service catering to people on their way to work.

Her stomach growled, reminding her to hurry. Deciding it wasn't worth walking the rest of the way, she spread her wings and took flight. There was no gate marking the entrance to Old Town, but the change was impossible to miss. Newer buildings yielded to aged stone and timber, each structure carrying the weight of decades past. 

Dropping to the street below, she landed in the back alley of a two-story building that had been recently renovated from a dry, formal business into a cozy rustic cottage. Everything about it was designed to evoke the warmth of a girl-next-door charm. In spring, flower baskets would be hung from the eaves, and pictures of the girls in sundresses would be hung in the lobby.

Predating the color zones, it was one of the few adult businesses permitted outside them—a privilege contingent on keeping its true purpose hidden from casual passersby. 

Ky kicked a pile of snow that had fallen across the threshold just as the city bell started chiming the seventh hour of the morning.

'Perfect timing!' Her workplace wasn't strict about tardiness. It didn't really have any rules, but it did run on a schedule. Because she was still relatively new and growing her client base, she'd feel bad for her customers if she wasn't primed and ready to help them start the day off right.

Quickly stepping inside to avoid letting the building lose its warmth, she was greeted by a short woman with green skin, a pudgy belly, and a butt that barely fit in the chair she was leaning against the wall.

"There's our adorable little night denizen! You're a little later than usual. Spend a few extra moments cuddling with Suvi?"

Ky perked up her ears toward her co-worker from Whitegold, the one who introduced her to this place, the gobliness Truulté. 

Ky nodded with a smile.

"Who is it?" asked an elderly man with a gentle voice, sitting on a faded and threadbare loveseat and wearing dark glasses. "Who's Truulté talking to?"

"It's Ky, grandpa," answered another girl with black, white, and brown stripes on her back, half sitting on the old human's lap, mostly to make room for her barely fluffy tail. 

"Oh, Miss Ky! A blessed morning to you!"

Ky undid her scarf. The older man was the owner of the building. A curious individual who didn't seem remotely like the type to own a gloryhole business, but he was a generous fellow. He allowed the girls to work here without paying rent, though they were still required to pay the property tax.

Not privy to his real name and clever at finding excuses never to ask, they just referred to him as grandpa, gramps, or old man. He was nearly blind and, as such, was very hands-off, both toward the girls and the business, letting them run the place and do just about whatever they wanted.

Since they did so effectively, he didn't really need to be here. However, they suspected that his constant visits were because of loneliness. He had no family as far as anyone knew. They acted like his surrogate granddaughters.

Ky removed her coat, stowed it in a wooden cubby, and squeaked a greeting.

"She says hello, grandpa," the lap-sitting girl restated.

Wearing a loose-fitting shirt that exposed her stomach and a thick wool dress that hugged her hips pleasingly, the girl scratched one of her fuzzy brown ears and chewed her lip, thinking hard about whatever was on the papers in front of her.

Nutea was from one of the clans descended from the ancient ratoskrs. She lacked the extremely fluffy tail of her ancestors and the gliding ability of her flying squirrel cousins. Those were more than compensated for by her advantageously capacious cheeks. 

"How is our favorite batgirl today?" asked Truulté.

Ky rubbed the side of her neck and arched her head.

"Slept wrong, didja? That happens to me if I don't have at least five pillows surrounding me." 

"Seven if you count the two on her chest," Nutea jabbed.

Truulté pretended to ignore the dig and took a sip of her drink. "Oh, that reminds me! You wouldn't believe what that tree humper’s customers brought her as a gift!"

Nutea, likewise, ignored the wisecrack aimed at her.

Ky inclined her ear questioningly as the gobliness nodded to a block of something wrapped in paper sitting on the table.  Then she reached for the unwrapped mystery object. Chocolate!? A treat she'd only ever heard of. It came from far, far to the south and was easily worth nine months of pay, assuming you could even find any to buy!

Ky made a series of excited gestures.

"Yep, she certainly must have blown some lucky guy's… mind." Truulté cackled at her own joke.

Nutea rolled her charcoal stylus deftly across her fingers. "Of course I did. How else am I going to battle my rival if I don't give my all?"

"I suppose if it weren't for that big mouth of yours, Ky would always be at the top of the leader board."

"She is a worthy adversary."

Ky wasn't sure how it had started, especially since she wasn’t actively competing, but Nutea had begun to see her as a friendly rival for the employees' monthly title, ‘'pearlescent tongued princess.'

The chipmunk girl had the cheek pouch advantage, but Ky had a long tongue and was a gifted deep-throater. Also, except for her, the morning crew was all short girls with small mouths. The bigger girls worked later in the day because they offered other services that required their height.

Nutea readjusted her leg, which was falling asleep, and looked up. "I think the guy was a foreigner, smelled like sand and spices. He was also as brown as the chocolate and quite big."

Ky turned the chocolate over in her hands, enjoying its rich scent.

"You don't just have to look at it. Nuts-for-brains received two of those, so she is generously allowing the rest of us not-so-try-hards some. I recommend melting it in some hot milk."

“Yes, please have some, Ky, before Truulte’s butt gets any bigger and breaks another chair.”

Ky giggled to herself and excitedly crossed the room to the makeshift kitchen in the corner, stopping only to give the old man a kiss on top of his head as she passed. 

Opening the icebox, she grabbed a bottle of satyr milk, poured some into a kettle, and hung it on a metal prong above the hearth.

Hearing that Nutea was trying to sound out a word, she shuffled over, sat on the armrest, and peeked over the girl’s shoulder.

"Grandpa is teaching me how to read and write."

"She's made quick progress, too. She can almost write all our names." Nutea leaned into the old man’s hand as he began to scratch her ear.

“See? I can write your name already. K-y-n-e-n. "How bout you? How's your writing coming along?"

Ky made a 'so-so' motion.

Grandpa added, "Miss Ky had a head start. She already knew her letters; she just needed a little instruction on sentence structure, and then from there, just practice to make her writing look legible."

"As expected of my rival. You are a worthy opponent in everything you do! But I'll catch up in no time, just you wait!"

Ky gave a thumbs up, amused by Nutea's self-imposed motivation.

A sudden whistle from the kettle signaled that her milk was ready. Squeaking, she put her fist in the air.

"Thank you, Ky. Your encouragement is appreciated. Not all of us had access to a schoolmaster like boobs-for-brains over there."

Truulté played with a lock of her hair. "Meh. Aside from words and numbers, most everything else I learned hasn't been very useful." 

Ky poured the hot milk into a cup and returned to the table. Snapping off a tiny chunk of chocolate, she stirred in the contents until it melted, and took a sip.

"Good, ain't it?"

Ky nodded, her ears going flat as she savored the mellow sweetness. She was about to take another sip when several feet and a perturbed voice whined behind her.

"But I want to wear it for our first day on the job!" 

Ky turned around in her chair as twin blonde-haired, emerald-eyed human girls descended from the upstairs living quarters.

They wore matching pine green corsets with gold lace that firmly and supportively cupped their perky breasts. The corsets parted to reveal their navels, and glittering white bows hugged their matching-colored arachne-silk-pantied hips, anchoring silver garters to thigh-high stockings.

Following the two was a petite girl with startling red eyes, made more so by her unnaturally egg-white skin. Two large, round ears crowned her head, and a thin tail trailed behind her. What little rouge she wore on her cheeks made her seem bloodless, as if all the color had been drained from her body, including her hair. Even the tips of her eyelashes appeared to be frosted white.

She wrung her tiny hands as she followed the twins into the room, worried they might break the black lace choker each had a hold of.

"What are you two squabbling about this time?" drawled Truulté.

"Liekki wants to wear Nibbler’s brand new choker she just bought."

"Aaaaand, you don't want her to because you want to wear it?" 

"Yes, but only because she can't make use of its primary feature!" Lumi pointed to the silver clasp. “See how it looks like a pair of lips sucking a penis? When your throat is adequately stuffed and bulges enough, it snaps open."

"And?"

"That's it." 

"I don't get it."

"It's a new fad going around. It's like a self-challenge to prove you can take a male big enough to make it open." 

"Sounds kinda gimmicky."

"It's sexy!" they both adamantly asserted.

Truulté held up her hands defensively. "If you say so."

"Liekki couldn't even deepthroat the practice dildo last night. I don't know why she's so opposed to the gloves. She excels at handjobs." Lumi waved the pair of black satin gloves in the face of her sister. 

Liekki batted them away. "I most certainly could take it last night, once..."

"Sure, when I pushed your head down, but then you started coughing and got all sputtery and upset."

"I...I just wasn't expecting it, that's all! I'll be ready next time!" she huffed.

"What does it matter? The customer can't see it anyway."

"It's not for them, Truulté, it's for us!" They said again in unison. "It's our first day, and we want to dress the part."

"Undressing would make more sense, unless you like washing clothes."

"I completely agree,” said Lumi. “If my orally challenged sister is going to be so adamant about wearing the choker, she should at least swallow to prevent a mess."

"Gross!" Liekki brushed her hair behind her ear. "I don't need to go deep anyway. Why would I waste a male's seed like that and forgo a chance at having beautiful, soft, and supple skin?"

Lumi tickled her sister's side, making her squeal to wipe the smug look off her face. "That's an old lamia's tale. Your skin is just as beautiful as mine. Cum belongs INSIDE a girl's body."

Liekki, still refusing to let go, pressed her elbows to her sides to protect herself from further attack. "I'll acquiesce. It does ultimately belong in a pussy, but then that just means you're wasting it, too, by eating it."

"Am not. Its purpose is life, and I'm sustaining my own by enjoying a post-breakfast snack."

"How philosophical of you."

Truulté rolled her eyes and tried to change the topic. "Have you two settled in?"

"Yes. Thank you for loaning us the money for a bunk bed; now Lumi can't hog all my blankets."

"We'll pay you back… and I never did that!"

"Did too!"

Truulté sighed. "Can't you two agree on anything?"

"No!" They both exclaimed.

Truulté shook her head, and Ky held her mug up to hide a smile.

The fraternal twins were the newest employees of Morning Glory. Ky hadn't had a chance to ask where they were from or why they chose to work here, but she found their constant sibling tiffs amusing. They did everything together, from meals to bathing, even following each other into the bathroom without a second thought. 

Though they’d arrived a week ago, today marked their first official day of work. They could have started immediately, but they spent the first three days settling into their room and buying essentials. The remaining time — at their own insistence — was devoted to observing the other girls at work. They were studying everything the girls did before they were even willing to touch a cock themselves.  

The quiet mouse girl slipped close to Ky and climbed into her lap, lured by the sweet aroma of whatever was in her cup. 

Unlike the twins, who leaned toward revealing attire, she was bundled heavily against the cold. She used her unusual lack of external hue as a fashionable advantage by wearing a heavily layered alabaster satin dress with copious frills and fabric, giving her an almost swallowed-up appearance. 

Her head was hidden in a large bonnet with two holes cut out on top for her ears, and a massive ribbon was tied around her chest. Each contributed to making her look even more diminutive under the abundance of fabric. 

Truulté, having finished her drink, put her mug down. "It just wouldn't be a fulfilling day if we didn't have Nibbler to spoil, would it?"

Ky smiled, nodded, and offered the girl a drink. Then she unhooded the snow-white head and kissed it.

Most of the girls living upstairs had rough pasts or found themselves within extraneous circumstances where, for one reason or another, they were without a home. 

Aelyt Aliera Curdwell (nicknamed Nibbler), however, was an odd exception. She came from a well-to-do family of fancy cheese makers. Born with a rare condition that turned all of her skin and fur white, she was unable to tolerate direct sunlight. Combined with poor eyesight, a frail constitution, and being unable to eat anything except fruit, cooked grains, and semen (she never shared how she found out about that last one!), her prospects had been limited.

Yet, she’d taken it upon herself to make a determined and proactive effort to make the best of her situation and find a job she could perform and wanted to do. Thus, she applied to be a Morning Glory Maiden. 

As one might guess, her family was against it, though. She was their only daughter. She stubbornly persisted in trying to persuade them, explaining how she was safe from the sun, enjoyed the other girls’ company, and was paid, not just in money but in free food. Also, and most importantly, it was her decision. 

Ultimately, it was their workplace grandpa who resolved the deadlock. With his mild nature and disarming mannerisms, he conveyed how delightful Aelyt was to be around and how polite and responsible she was, helping the other girls whenever and assisting wherever else she could. 

It took time, but they eventually acquiesced. After a two-week trial period, they witnessed how much livelier and happier their daughter was than when she'd been stuck at home. Though they did insist on visiting her once a month, and that when working, she was with someone to keep an eye on her health.  

Ky made no comment as the mouse girl downed the rest of the hot chocolate. She enjoyed watching her tail curl in delight.

A clock chimed, signaling it was nearly time to open. Putting the mug down, Aelyt slid off Ky's lap and hurried to a closet. There she pulled out several oil lamps, lit them, and passed them around to each of the girls, who then did the same with stacks of towels.

"Thank you, Nibbler,” stated Nutea, putting down her chalk and taking the proffered items. ”Time for me to work, Grandpa. I'll be sure to study later tonight."

"Good girl. I think I'll take a little walk over to the blacksmith and see if our new common room's stove is finished." 

"Here, let me get your coat for you… and here's your cane. Walk slow, and don't slip!" 

Making sure their elder was safely out the door, Nutea collected her things and made for the hallway. "If I don't see you two after, have a good morning." And took her leave.

Alone with Nibbler, Ky placed her hand on her chest and fake-coughed, raising her eyebrows questioningly.

"Thank you, Ky. I'm feeling better. My cough went away last night. I'm feeling quite energetic today, actually."

Taking note of the mouse girl’s alert eyes, she pressed her own forward to Nibbler's to make doubly sure.

“See? Told you! Now stop fussing about me. We need to get ready." Turning the bat girl around, she pushed her into her booth and shut the door behind them.

There was no rule saying the girls needed to be in a prescribed room. The morning shift was the least worked and therefore made doubling up unnecessary, except for Aelyt (and now the twins) as per the terms of family. Today was Ky's turn to partner with the cute doormouse of a girl.

Placing the lamp safely out of the way, Nibbler laid the towel on the floor and stood to the side to make space for Ky. 

Ky untied and kicked off her shoes, waiting to help her co-worker remove her clothes, a task that involved undoing many laces. Once undone, though, the whole thing slid off in one piece.

Nibbler was sliding her panties off when she noticed the bat girl staring. Ky quickly squeaked an apology and looked away.

“I don’t mind you looking. I just don’t understand how you can think I'm pretty when I look like a canvas someone forgot to paint.” She ran her hand down her arm. “And you can see my veins so easily.”

Ky didn’t know how to explain that it wasn’t just her appearance. It was how impressed she was that, despite her delicate, waif-like physique, the mouse girl managed so much day to day—from helping with cooking to mending the other girls’ clothes. She could almost be considered the heart of their little workplace family. 

Now it was Nibbler's turn to watch Ky undress. The bat girl folded each item as it was removed until she was in nothing but the skin and fur of her birth. 

"Oh, you got that rod thing you mentioned the other day." Said Nibbler, pointing to a shiny, minuscule ball poking out from the top of Ky’s labia.

Ky nodded excitedly and spread her pussy, so her friend could see better.

"Does it hurt?"

Ky shook her head and made a circle with her fingers, poked a finger through, and squeezed it tight before opening her whole hand.

"It makes it so you can't pee and… uh, helps you get used to your bladder being full for longer? Sounds uncomfortable."

K shrugged. While somewhat uncomfortable, it came with the unexpected perk of making her orgasms stronger. The fullness put extra pressure on her sensitive spots, and it felt amazing to release it all when she came suddenly.

Whenever she wasn't training, she was playing with and stretching her tiniest of holes, strengthening her pelvic muscles as she held back the urge to pee for as long as possible.

The first time had been such a messy, pleasurable disaster that Suvi chastised her for an hour while she cleaned the floor and made her have a bucket close at hand from then on.

Nibbler felt for her own little pee hole. "I don't think I'd ever be brave enough to try putting something in that hole. Still, it's amazing that it helped you land a job at Whitegold. I'd heard the rumors, but to think you actually make drinks from your… maybe I should save my money so I can have you make me a really fancy drink!"

Ky grabbed both of the mouse girl’s hands and excitedly indicated that she would.

"You'll have to help me pick one since I don't know anything about that kind of stuff, but we can talk about that later. Are you going up today?"

Ky let go of Nibbler’s hands and answered by reaching for the two handholds on opposite sides of the wall. Kicking off the floor, she somersaulted and grasped the ceiling bar with her feet. She didn’t have any issues kneeling; it just felt more natural to hang upside down. 

Ky patted her small chest and pointed at her face.

Nibbler laughed. "I agree! That is one benefit of being smaller! They don't get in the way. Still, though, I wish I were at least as big as you."

Pushing aside a wooden cover nailed to the wall, revealed a smoothly sanded waist-sized hole. "We are now open for business.” She announced, “I suppose I should get myself ready."

Ky pointed to the wall, remarking, "Yes, yes, I'll drink some water first."

Ky tied her hair out of the way as Nibbler poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher one of the other girls had replenished earlier that morning. 

Sitting down on the stool, The mouse girl took tiny sips from the ice-cold water and gently brushed her fingers over her pale pussy lips. 

Ky couldn't help but stare at her booth partner again. This time for a different reason. When aroused, the albino girl became much pinker in certain areas than the average person. With every pass of her fingers, the light, inner pink peeked out, growing darker as her chest and cheeks began to flush.

Making sure not to stare as intently this time, Ky reached between her own legs to begin putting herself in the mood. She enjoyed this brief moment of quiet. While she and the other girls all had different circumstances while they were here, she felt a sense of camaraderie from their shared goal of making someone else feel good.

It also gave her time to get in the right mindset. Cock, and only cock, would be her sole focus for the next three hours. Her mouth began to water.

As a gloryhole, the girls weren't limited to just blowjobs. The most preferred method was giving oral, but they were free to do whatever they wanted as long as they took responsibility for any consequences. 

Truulté was well known for making use of her body’s natural pudginess. She gave decent head, but her customers only truly unloaded when she used her butt and breasts. How sticky her back or boobs were always revealed which one she had used more of that day.

Nutea, as hinted at earlier by the rapacious gobliness, could accommodate any size loads. Most of her clientele were big cummers, often filling her voluminous cheeks. 

The bat girl swiveled her ears. There was a muffled hissing from the twins in the room to the right of hers. It seemed they finally settled on Lumi wearing the choker for the first half and Liekki wearing the gloves for the entire time. 

Ky shook her head in amusing disbelief. Now they were debating which side of the hole each would be on. 

They were sure to end up favorites among people who got off on the illusion that they were so sexually appealing that girls were willing to fight over them. At least that's the type of play-acting she'd overheard them discussing from their room a few days ago.

Ky’s attention was drawn back by Nibbler’s quiet mewlings as she masturbated. Her little nipples were beginning to stiffen, pink and pert, and her chest flushed as her pussy engorged to a deeper shade of red.

After the first couple of months of being here, popularity had grown about the new  mouse girl. She was easily pulling good numbers, and that would have remained so if it weren’t for one thing that was leaving her exasperated. Most of her clients were all very well-endowed males!

She worked hard and tried her best, but ultimately, her stamina wouldn’t allow her to meet the demand. Hence, why her parents insisted she double up with someone so she could rest between sessions. The arrangement had worked out well.

Customers discovered the switch quickly though, and since she was no longer to be found in a particular room, her clients soon made a game of it – the reward was finding and enjoying her services as well as the bragging rights in finding the now-legendary room-hopping girl.

Aelyt was inclined to believe that her initial popularity was due to her small mouth, or that they really liked the way she nibbled at their cocks (hence her nickname), but her lips and tongue were only the warm-up.

Because she wasn't able to fit anywhere near the amount of giant cock in her mouth as she believed her customers deserved, she'd trained her main talent, her thighs. Standing on the stool, she'd straddle the girthy shafts, grinding on them while rolling her palm against their glans. Her dainty hands ensured many made a big mess. At least, before she had a partner to catch any sudden stray shots. 

The top of the hour chimed. It was time. The ambient noise throughout the building suddenly increased, including the low stomping of people's heavy boots and hooves on the hallway and the squeak of doors opening and closing. 

"I wonder who’s going to be first today."

Ky raised her eyebrows expectantly.

A flood of light flashed momentarily through the hole, followed by the ruffling of clothes being adjusted.

"From the smell, my guess is a cat boy."

Ky nodded her agreement.

Small enough to insert his whole package, a narrow, spiny penis and accompanying tight little orbs emerged from the hole. 

Since starting this job, Aelyt had realized she could tell a lot by the sound and smell of who came in. She mused on herself becoming something of a penis connoisseur, especially if they were repeat customers. 

Such as this person. He didn’t come often and was probably around his early twenties. He smelled of ink and cheaper clothes; maybe a scribe or clerk assistant.

There was a clink of coins as the metal bits landed in the wooden deposit box next to Ky. There was no set pricing. Low or high, each girl could set their own fee for whichever activities they offered. Most were fair, with higher charges being relegated for more physically demanding requests.

There was a rumor that some of the evening girls didn't even charge. They were slutty enough to do it purely for the sensation of being drenched with as much male seed as possible; every hole filled to the brim and overflowed.

Next to the deposit box, a metal rotating drum with symbols clattered as the customer spun it to tell them what he wanted.

They both looked at the request. Fast and quick. This particular felid, or cat boy, never wanted a prolonged experience. Probably didn't have much time before work.

Ky motioned to Nibbler to take the first customer.

The mouse girl shuffled forward admiring the cute, pink cock. It was a short little thing, easy enough to wrap her thin lips around. Kissing each ball, she stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the spiny phallus. 

A lot of girls weren’t fond of giving blowjobs to cat boys. Their barbs were tricky to work around, but she didn't mind. Smooth or rough, she believed every cock shoved in front of her deserved her utmost skill.

She didn't mind small men either. She could have fun with them and do things she couldn’t do with average-sized males. 

She juggled his balls with her tongue and occasionally blew a little air at his penis to tease him more. Even though he requested fast, it was impossible not to have a little foreplay before she gobbled him up.

He barely produced any precum, and he didn’t hump her like other males did to show how much they liked it. Instead, he purred, a steady hum, strong enough to even feel through his cock.

'His penis must feel amazing for whoever he has sex with. A living vibrator,' she thought while lapping the tip. 'Alright, cutie, enough warm-up. Get ready!' Tightening her lips, she nibbled the tip, gently tugging at it while dragging her tongue over every inch of his short shaft. Then, opening wide, she engulfed his entire cathood, balls and all. 

In no time, a courtesy knock echoed through their room. The quickest shot amongst all the customers she'd ever served. He produced so little the first time, she'd wondered if that was normal. According to other girls, this was just a felid’s natural amount.  

A sudden gush of sour, watery seed squirted across her tongue. Not really enough to compensate for her lack of breakfast. She nonetheless appreciated his visitation and hoped she set the tone for him to have a good day.

After swallowing his load, she kissed the tip, and the penis disappeared back into the darkness.

"Seven minutes. Two minutes faster than last time, Ky!"

Ky clapped her hands at the new record.

Nibbler was just settling back on her stool when the next cock appeared. She knew his scent immediately – a middle-aged wolf man. He came every morning and never smelled of a woman, so she guessed he was either single or a widower.

Way too big for her to do him justice. she folded her hands, wanting Ky to take this one. The bat girl didn't need any extra urging.

Like females of their kind, the males had alert, upright ears, bushy tails, and a thick coat of fur covering a goodly portion of their lower halves and their pawed feet. The rest of them looked human but taller and bulkier, and they walked with a slight hunch. 

Ky coaxed the furry sheath back, eager to work over the reddish-purple, heavy veiny member which was big enough to make the hole look small. She flexed her jaw and waited for his request. 'Is he going to choose something new, or stay with what she knew he'd like?'

The clink of coins and the rotation of the drum settled on the symbols for deep and long. 

‘With pleasure,’ she cooed to herself.

With no preamble, she stuck out her tongue, cradling the partially exposed shaft as she guided it into her mouth.

The wall between them was decently thick but not enough to prevent a low moan from leaking through as she gradually fed herself until her lips touched his half- inflated knot. It wouldn’t fully expand before he was nestled deep inside her, giving her time for the slow burn.

Smiling around the large organ, the bat girl began bobbing her head, sucking and glucking as she swallowed the salty, slippery precum to make sure to fully lubricate her throat. Taking several deep breaths, she pushed forward. Like a sausage being stuffed into its casing, she stopped only when his glans hit the back of her throat.

Tilting her head down to straighten the bend in her neck, she put a little more force behind her bobbing, making sure his knot banged against her tightened lips so each impact of the round bulb hitting her mouth raised the anticipation of the impending tie.

Positive he was twitching at the peak of his expectation, she made one final push forward and pursed her lips hard, forcing his knot through to mimic, as best she could, the sensation of stuffing a tight pussy.

He swelled immediately, rapidly inflating her cheeks and locking himself in place. 

'And now to settle in.' Ky relaxed her body, maintaining a steady swallowing milking motion.

Wolf men were some of her favorite demi-humans to deepthroat. They weren’t a one-and-done experience. They could last anywhere from ten to thirty minutes, so it was best to get comfortable.

The pressure and strain meant she could only breathe through her nose, and only between spurts, making it a very advanced oral technique in her mind. 

A reshuffling from the other side told her his butt was probably against the wall. This was a unique position of the canid tribe that maintained their erections longer by constricting the penis. At least that is how Eeva, Whitegold's resident wolf girl and leader of the Golden Quartet, explained it.

So tightly was the bat girl’s mouth stuffed that she could feel each and every pulse sending every spurt into her belly.

Unfortunately, this technique had two downsides. First, she couldn't tell when he was actually cumming, because his ejaculation happened in phases. The first was precum, thin and salty. At some point, though, his balls would take over, adding his actual seed to the heady mix. A cloudy white ambrosia with a slight metallic taste, both rich and filling.

The second drawback was that she couldn't enjoy the flavor as it bypassed her tongue completely.

"I wish I could be orally knotted," Nibbler lamented. "It looks like it feels amazing."

Ky reached out and patted her shoulder sympathetically. 

For Ky, it was very enjoyable and turned her on in a way different from any of her other kinks. To be so entirely dominated by a penis that she couldn't detach from it made her so very wet. 

She would have liked to have fondled his balls, as well, but his shaft took up all of the gloryhole’s width. Instead, she slid her fingers between her legs and toyed with her sounding rod and clit. She closed her eyes and let herself settle into a rhythm – swallow, breathe, repeat – letting her thoughts wander where they would.

Her former job was at another gloryhole, a neglected, rundown place that had been barely holding together. Lacking any sort of insulation, it was part of the reason she'd been in such poor health before. It'd been a means of survival, keeping the worst of the hunger pains away and barely letting her afford much in the way of real food.

All that was in the past now, thanks to Azalea and her family helping her to recover, and to Suvi getting her the job at Whitegold. Suvi had conveyed Ky’s concern to Truulté, who suggested she work here until she knew for certain, but it took less time than she anticipated. After an interview and approval from Sable, she didn't need to work here since Whitegold paid better and fed her. Yet, she deeply enjoyed the company of the other girls and loved bringing some joy to the morning commuters. 

Most of the employees weren't morning people, so this was the only time when there was a vacancy. Out of curiosity, she visited in the late afternoon and was shocked by how packed it was. There were twenty-four booths in use, which meant almost twenty-four girls. 

The common room they used was crowded as well. She decided she much preferred her close-knit morning shift friends.

The extra pocket money didn't hurt either, though now that all her immediate needs were met, she wasn't sure what to spend it on. Perhaps she could find gifts for her saviors when they returned and before they left on their next trip.

Ky glanced at the clock. ‘This guy musta been really pent up. Normally, he ties for about fifteen minutes, but it's been almost twenty-five.' 

Ten minutes more, and she finally felt him begin to deflate, but not enough for him to pull out yet. He always became antsy and oversensitive during this part, and it was hard to avoid contact with her teeth.

Trying to keep him still with one hand, she stretched her jaw wide enough for him to finally come free. Finally, his rapidly deflating cock, thickly covered with the stickiest part of the mucus that coated the back of her throat, emerged. Ky lightly licked him clean and kissed his shaft as it disappeared.

"Big load?"

Ky licked her lips with a dreamy smile.

"Lucky! And it's still only mid-morning.” 

Nibbler teased her clit while Ky swung back and forth, waiting for the next customer. Their better-than-human hearing focused on the pleased hums and moans of the nearby noisier booths.

Some of the bolder girls were engaged in afterglow conversation. The shyer ones, like Nibbler, didn't. Ky couldn’t for obvious vocal reasons, but that didn’t stop some of her regulars from often complimenting her as they left. She felt happy when they did that and more motivated to give them a wonderful future experience.

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Several hours had passed, and Nibbler began to show indications of fatigue; a sign for Ky to take over all the requests… but not the loads. Because of her friend's limited diet, Ky would work the seemingly endless parade of penis to climax. Then, with Nibbler down on her knees and head tilted up, her tiny mouth locked around a cumming cockhead, feasting on male seed while Ky pumped the shaft dry.

With their shift nearing its end, the day's turnout was higher than average. Between them, Ky and Nibbler alternated filling their bellies with a catboy, wolfman, three satyrs, two sheepmen, four humans, and a piglin, complete with their odd screw-shaped penis. What the piglin lacked in girth and size, they made up for in volume, capping off a hearty breakfast. However, it didn’t satiate like real food since they’d be hungry again by lunch. 

"Sounds like we have one more. Are you up for it?"

Her jaw was tired, but Ky flexed her arm.

There seemed to be some delay as the person had trouble navigating how the payment and drum system worked. The two girls looked at each other, knowing what the other was thinking. 'Not a regular.' 

"Any guesses who?"

Ky sniffed once. “It couldn’t be!” She frowned and sniffed again. 

Suddenly, a human penis was shoved through the hole, erect and ready for service. 

'It was!!!' Azalea and her family remembered her work hours and decided to stop by! Devin had dodged her efforts to thank him a week ago, but he wouldn't escape this time.

Ky lit up and started gesturing excitedly.

"What's wrong? Slow down. Who? No, that won't work, yes-or-no questions. Someone you know? Yes. Someone, uh, important? Exuberant yes. Then you should suck him. You want to do it together? Um, sure. If you're this excited, I suppose we should make it an extra special job, right? I think I have one more signature technique in me to get him warmed up."

Nibbler rose tiredly to her feet, climbed onto the stool, and bent over. Reaching back, she threaded the twitching cock between her thighs. Then, she sandwiched the shaft between her still-damp pussy lips and glided forward and back while delicately massaging his glans with her dainty fingers.

"His pre is flowing good, Ky. You can jump in at any time."

With most of his length squeezed between her friend’s legs, Ky latched onto the tip of her rescuer’s imprisoned penis, nursing the smooth, syrupy liquid to ready her throat for a special something she was saving for just this occasion. She'd only practiced it on Suvi, but because she was a girl, it didn't and wouldn't have the same impact. She hoped it would be good enough.

Taking advantage of her upside-down position, Ky playfully darted her tongue at Nibbler's clit between laps at their shared treat.

Almost too tired to cum again, but not wanting to tell her gloryhole partner no, the mouse girl spun around so she was facing the wall and was about to continue her thighjob. That is until she heard a stifled giggle and something touch her pussy, making her jump. "What is..." 

Knowing what, or more accurately, who it was, Ky had a mischievous idea. Gently pushing her mouse friend into the wall, she held her there.

"Ky, what are you..." She wasn't able to finish her sentence as a tiny mouth suddenly latched onto her worn-out clit, making her moan louder than she intended.

She was unable to see what was going on, but her pleasantly stunned mind darted through the possibilities. ‘Someone with a very tiny mouth… a fairy? Here?!?'

The fae's small tongue slid under the pale girl’s clitoral hood, pushing it back as she gobbled down more of the throbbing nub.

Clamping a hand over her mouth, the mousekin couldn’t help but buck her hips while trying to maintain standing. 

She normally held back from climaxing too often while she worked. It tired her out too quickly. She'd cum four times since they started their shift today and wasn't sure she was up for a fifth, but she could feel that holding back wasn't going to be allowed. Her clit buzzed under the combined assault from a tiny tongue and accompanying lips, sending a loudly assertive message she wasn’t getting away with anything less than a significant orgasm to make them stop.

Knowing she was probably going to sleep the entire rest of the day after this, she let herself go. Kneading her small chest, she rode the fae’s mouth, overstuffed with her love button.

“K…Ky… I’m cumming!”

Ky patted her friend’s butt in confirmation.

Usually her orgasms were small, little pleasant pulses, more than enough for her slender frame. She came once, an abundantly strong one, but the cunnilingus master attacking her didn't seem to think that was enough.

Whoever this was was no stranger to a woman's body; that was clear. A hand wiggled into her vagina. Because she was a small woman, Nibbler had a small vagina, but this hand and arm were more than able to fit. It felt like it was looking for something specific. 

"Please stop!" Nibbler pleaded, "I can't cum aga...waitwaitwait! What's happening?!?"

A building light exploded from the hole and a sudden torrent of energy washed into her. Confused and feeling strangely energetic, Nibbler still recognized the anomalous burst had been perfectly timed with the hand. 

Settling on the g-spot, the fae pushed upward and vigorously scrubbed the spot with their fingers, compelling the final orgasm out of the baffled mouse girl, causing her to go limp suddenly.

Hit with a deeper and more satisfying orgasm than she’d ever experienced, a sudden, unexpected wetness drenched the still-trapped cock, her legs, some of Ky’s face, and soaked the towel on the floor. 

"Did… did I just squirt? I've never done that before!" 

The preceding orgasms were smaller. Her over-stimulated brain and body were tensing and retensing until it felt like the event squeezed every ounce of liquid pleasure out of her. 

She was trying to come to terms with what just happened, but further wonderment was lost as the euphoric release came with an equal, and sudden loss of strength. Her knees went wobbly, leading to the mouse girl collapsing against the wall.

Ky awkwardly caught her and did her best to keep her from hurting herself as she stepped over the penis still in her friend’s mouth, and crumpled onto the floor into a blissful puddle.

Ky squeaked her delight in witnessing her friend feeling so good. She wasn't sure what Azalea had done, but given her personal experience with the sexpert fairy, it must have felt amazing. 

Now it was her turn to dish out a definitive thank you to the owner of this cock.

He was rock hard. Harder than all but the most desperate of pleasure-starved males she normally serviced. Maybe it had something to do with the recent flood of light. Wasting no time, she closed her eyes and focused. 

In addition to seeing with her eyes, she could also see with sound. It was an ability that, as far as she knew, only a few ocean-dwelling demi-humans possessed. Her eyesight was fine in the day and night, but this ability made it much easier to see when it was genuinely dark. Rapid, high-pitched clicks, emitted from her larynx, were funneled through her nose where the vibrations would spread out around her.  Then those vibrations would bounce off objects to return to her large, conical ears, painting a detailed gray-and-white picture she saw in her mind.

Such a frequency could not penetrate skin, but with training, she learned to create a similar sound using her vocal cords. It had a slower pitch that emanated from her mouth. 

Conveniently, the same mouth was soon to be stuffed with cock so hard that it would leave her with a sore throat for the rest of the day. The experience was worth it! Nothing a little ginger tea couldn't soothe later.

With concentration, she was able to penetrate several centimeters. ‘We'll start easy and give some attention to these little beauties first,' she planned, focusing on the scrotum. 

Puckering her lips, she narrowed the sound and kissed one. The invisible vibrations easily penetrated the thinly-membraned orbs. 

'Looks like your girls haven't had time to drain you today. Look at all that seed stored up!'

Making sure to treat each testicle with adequate attention, she turned to the main focus. Licking her way up his shaft, she slurped his glans a few times before plunging and taking his entire length in one singular, smooth motion. Her well-stretched throat was ready.

'Now, where is your most special spot?' She ramped up the frequency in her voice box, searching past his penis for the little walnut-shaped organ sitting under his bladder. 

Devin groaned, his penis jumping at the sudden surge of pleasure.

'There you are! Hope you are looking forward to my full, undivided attention.' She adjusted the sonancy of her vibrations.

Altogether unique, it was unlike any form of pleasure he'd ever felt. It far exceeded any external tactile sensation. Even the tenacious sucking from the kelp girl, as intense as it was, felt like it had a limit. But this… this was a relentlessly agonizing tingling of his deepest nerves.

He squirmed and let out a low groan as his prostate became trapped in a cage of palpating sound. 

'Oops! Better hold back a little. Don't want you losing the ability to stand before I'm finished.' 

Still new to the nuances of delivering this type of pleasure, Ky made minor adjustments here and there watching how Devin's body reacted internally, Which muscles clenched, and how the individual parts were all acting in unison, priming him for ejaculation. She didn't know what most of them were or what they did except that they all contributed to the tasty cocktail she was eager to gulp down.

She followed the route the various liquids made as they traveled through the tiny tubes, merging and mixing in the prostate as his pleasure neared its peak. 'Looks like you're just about ready to shoot.'

By now, the several minutes of sweet torment and relentless micro-pummeling of his insides had fully expended his stock of lubricating fluid, telling Ky it was time.

No deepthroat this time; she wanted to taste him. Turning up the cadence, she pushed him to cum. He haphazardly knocked and half-clawed at the wall as his body gave in, clenching, squeezing, and then squirting. Images splashed into her mind as cum splashed into her mouth.

Delectable. She flicked the tip of her tongue across his frenulum, watching the cycle repeat as his body relaxed and tensed again, refilling itself for another shot and adding to the growing mouthful. Knowing exactly when he had nothing left to give, she didn’t let up until she had drained the last drop.

Ky held her reward on her tongue, kissed the exhausted penis as it disappeared back into the hole, and gave a smug smile as she heard a slump from the other side as well as a tinkling giggle. 

Nibbler, who'd been silently watching, enthralled by the show, had recovered enough to challenge, "I've never seen anything like that. What did you do? You'll tell me later? Ok. You'll have to tell me who they are, too, and if or when you see them, tell whoever ate me out that it was incredible!"

Ky motioned she would. Holding the grab bars on the wall, she somersaulted back onto the floor and helped her still shaky fellow hole-worker to her feet.

“I better go get cleaned up,” said Nibbler, handing Ky her clothes. “Been a while since I had to walk naked through the hallway.” Tucking her clothes under one arm, the mouse-girl picked up the drenched towel. "Say hi to Suvi for me, too. I'll see you tomorrow!"

Ky gave a little wave as her friend left. Wanting to greet her friends before they left, Ky hurriedly dressed, listening to the cum sloshing inside her stomach as she rushed out.