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“Food's done. Take it to the counter."

Luvian quietly nodded, grabbing the plate and putting it on the aforementioned surface, where Nunan moved it to a tray carrying several other dishes for an order. It was the last one, and as the wolfbird watched, the gryphon winked at Luvian and sauntered out the door, Amber trading places with him. The order slip that was carefully held in her beak quietly placed on a table within reach.

“New order, Laurel."

“Bring it over."

He did so. Taking the opportunity to quickly scan it for anything he could do. A few things he could dice or slice, which he quickly set to doing.

Laurel nodded at him. “Good boy."

The hybrid blushed, doing his best to focus on preparing the food.

It was Wednesday night, and after Shake had wheedled both Laurel and Dionysus into letting her miss out on a work day, the wolfbird had successfully argued his way into helping, since he didn't want to feel useless while the club was open. Despite his nerves about how well he'd be able to keep up in this sort of setting, it wasn't too bad. Or at least, not bad enough to get scolded by Laurel, who seemed more inclined to prod Cream back into movement, since she loved to daydream. Though luckily it wasn't often, only once every hour or so.

Before Shake had even started her begging, Luvian had considered helping Nunan and Amber, the wait staff of the club, but his (and Dionysus') concern over being grabbed by a patron, or dragged away into another room when his coworkers weren't looking, had held him back. While over the past few days, mostly since Iris' actions, he'd been slowly, incrementally acclimatizing to being stuffed by his coworkers, he wasn't in any way desiring some random unknown gryphon doing the same. At least with all his coworkers (besides, or course, the now fired and blacklisted Iris) there'd been a decent amount of time before they'd stuffed him. Small conversation, general companionship. Ember had been correct in that being their companion, hen, whatever they wanted to call him, was more than being a sex toy (though it did seem to be a decent chunk of his role).

Either way, it was a good couple of hours into the shift, Luvian had found a groove, and being the middle of the week it wasn't crazy enough to overwhelm him, which was greatly appreciated. There'd be an order for one or more dishes, he'd make some of it, Laurel and Cream would make the rest and put it together, he'd take it to the counter for the waiters, and grab any orders they'd give in return. It was relaxing, a rhythm that was nice to get into. Probably not something he'd do day in day out, he liked a bit more freedom and less potential stress, but he could see why Laurel would do it. Shake probably got to burn off the excess of energy she seemed to never get rid of, and Cream got….something? To be honest he wasn't exactly familiar with his one coworker, even compared to the other two who worked back here. Though during downtime Laurel did let her watch how Dionysus mixed drinks, which seemed to hold her attention better than anything here. At least she was a hard worker when pushed, and didn't leave jobs half-finished to wander away. Otherwise he'd have a problem, though Laurel would have likely fired her had such a habit been a problem.

Shaking off his own distracted thoughts, Luvian dumped the mix of vegetables and fruits needed for the dishes into the set containers for Laurel, who reached over with a foreleg to pat him on the head. The hybrid blushing as his tail instinctively swished in happiness. Ducking his head, part of him wishing the affection hadn't stopped, the wolfbird waited for the order to take the dishes up to the counter, wondering what would be made next.

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As the night had gone on, it had gotten a bit busier, to the point that Cream stopped trying to hide away and daydream. There still wasn't enough work to make it overwhelming or stressful, but by the time the club closed and Laurel let him go, his muscles ached pleasantly, the wolfbird ready to sprawl out on top of his bed and fall asleep. Assuming Shake was back on shift tomorrow, he wouldn't be working with Laurel again for at least a few days, but it was nice to help out during work hours. It had also let him at least better familiarize himself with most of his coworkers in the kitchen and on the floor, neither of which he'd been familiar with. Before that he'd known Nunan had been the one to notice him utterly wasted back during his first visit, before everything had happened, Laurel was the tough, no-nonsense cook, and Shake had enough energy to power the building, but that had been it.

Now he could say that Nunan was definitely a flirt, but knew boundaries and never tried to go too far. Amber was the epitome of a quiet, gentle giant, who'd not said a single word the entire shift yet had been utterly friendly to him, and Laurel had a softer side that meant she didn't yell or demean, and merely demanded proper work during the job. Though her personality being such had meant that he'd had to adapt, he'd never done well with loud voices or harder tones in his daily life. It triggered his guilt complex. Thankfully Laurel hadn't been the worst person he'd met with a more forceful personality, and she'd kept her tone from sounding ticked off.

'Also the praise and pets were nice….' Luvian mused, barely managing to hold back a blush at the thought, though not the swish of his tail as he recalled the warm feeling of talons between his ears.

The only two he could say he didn't know all that well now, beyond Dionysus, who always seemed to be plotting something when he was talking to the hybrid, and Ebony, who was still keeping a self-imposed ban on approaching the wolfbird alone for now, were Shake and Cream. Mostly because he hadn't known them that much beforehand (Cream) or they were off doing their own thing (Shake). It'd probably be fixed before long, since as the days since Iris' firing had passed Luvian had been less inclined to leave, and more willing to meet his coworkers.

“Hi Luvian!"

Shake's call shook him from his thoughts ,and the wolfbird noted the hyperactive gryphon lightly bouncing in place a small distance away. Apparently she'd been heading down the corridor in the opposite direction, having just turned the corner. At Luvian's quieter “Hi, Shake.", the gryphoness fluttered her way over, having took it as an invitation, until she was standing merely a few feet apart, her smaller size meaning they could look each other in the eyes without the wolfbird craning his neck back or the feral having a similar ache from tilting her head down too much. Though both of them still did have to adjust themselves accordingly to keep relative eye contact.

“So how've you been? Busy working? I think you know but I took the day off. Laurel and the Boss let me, which is nice. I had energy to burn and I think they knew that. I've always got energy. Mom blames my Dad. He blames his ancestors. I don't mind though, it lets me do plenty of what I want! And-"

The word vomit, for that's absolutely what it was, started turning into white noise. Luvian merely stood and blinked, making the appropriate noises where it sounded like a question or something he should respond to. He didn't usually like being this rude, but if he was honest, especially now, Shake was a little….much. Especially when he was fairly introverted on a good day. Combined with coming off a shift working in the kitchen and at this point he was trying to find a point where the gryphoness had to stop for air. It was the only way he saw out of this without causing insult.

For what it was worth, Luvian didn't truly mind Shake. She generally wasn't agonizing to be around, and unlike a certain former employee wasn't negligent at her job, committing assault and harassment, all the while making a good show at traumatizing him. It was just that their personalities were opposite each other by such a degree that they meshed poorly. Maybe after some time he could see himself being able to hang around his hyper coworker in small amounts, but with only two (or was it one? He wasn't sure some days counted) weeks spent working at the club he was still working on finding his footing and figuring out a routine, not to mention still actually meeting those he'd be working and spending time with.

A set of talons entered his vision, which sharpened from its glazed disinterest as it reached around him, coming from behind, to slowly wrap around Shake's beak and hold it closed. The gryphoness in question looked, wide-eyed, at whoever was behind him, eyes not holding any sort of hurt at the action, instead brimming with amusement. The brown-and-cream tail behind her waved as she waited.

“Please, quiet."

The voice was soft, but still clear and audible. Like a bell. It sounded female, or at least fit in the general range, but it wasn't recognizable to Luvian. Laurel's was more demanding, and Pearl's more musical. Since non-employees couldn't get anywhere near the back area and living quarters, it was either Amber or Cream. A flash of pale orange at the edge of his vision made him bet on Amber.

“I think I speak for us both when I say we'd like to rest quietly, Shake." Amber continued. “You may continue your conversation tomorrow." As she finished speaking, she let the hyperactive gryphon's beak go. Shake nodded, ruffling her feathers, before bouncing forward to wrap a forepaw around Luvian, resting her head on his for a few moments. “Sorry for bothering you so much! I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? I have sooo much I want to talk to you about!" With that said, she bounced away, leaving her two coworkers to themselves. Amber curled her own forepaw about the wolfbird, pulling him close as she rumbled. “I'd like to show you a few things before we sleep, if you don't mind."

Luvian just nodded quietly, almost entirely buried in her soft feathers, as her warmth tugged at his mind and made him want to sleep. As it was, he dragged his talons along the carpet, held partially up by his waitress coworker's wing. The silent companionship wasn't in any way awkward, like his own silence had been with Shake. Instead it was amiable, relaxing. By the time they'd reached Amber's quarters and pushed open the door Luvian just wanted to melt into the dull orange feathers and doze. He stayed awake only by being upright, half-closed eyes taking in the room. A desk, at a feral-friendly height, was shoved up against a wall, various crafts scattered about its surface, interspersed with small sets of drawers and a lamp, along with bits of fabric and other supplies.The walls, painted with snowy mountains against a blue sky, contrasted well with the completed works pinned between their peaks, leading down to a floor that made it seem like he was standing on a grassy plateau. It was homely, quiet. A good reflection of Amber. Though the blast of cold that greeted him as he stepped inside made him shudder. Amber stepped up beside him when there was room, wrapping a wing about him once more, and guiding Luvian to the furs that composed her bed. “I apologize for the cold. My coat makes me somewhat unsuited to the heat of this area. Dionysus helped with this, along with giving me more breaks than the norm to keep myself cool."

Luvian just leaned into her side, blinking slowly as he relaxed into her dense pelt. “You…wanted to show me some things?" He yawned, trying to keep himself awake. “I…remember you mentioning that."

Nodding, Amber pushed Luvian towards her bed, pressing him down and using a forepaw to drag one of the heavier fabrics about his shoulders. “Yes. Just stay awake a little longer, little one." Blushing at the nickname, the wolfbird nodded, pressing his claws gently against his thigh to keep him from nodding off as the gryphoness moved over to the desk, her bulk obscuring what she was grabbing. When she turned around, whatever she had taken was hidden in her feathers, leaving it a surprise. “Close your eyes for a moment." Amber crooned, approaching. “I want to give you two things."

Luvian acquiesced, though it was quickly proven mildly dangerous by how he immediately felt sleep dragging at his mind, his head dipping towards his chest. A claw tilted his head back up, the motion making the hybrid want to open his eyes before Amber told him to.

A cord settled about his neck. Another was tied about his left bicep, then his right. Amber's beak ran through the fur on his head, tracing an ear. “Open, little one." His blush returning, Luvian did so, looking down to see a necklace, sitting just below the collar he'd been given before. It was simple, just a leather cord with knots in it, four feathers tied carefully between them. A glance at his arms showed the same thing, but with three. Each feather was different, and as he looked closely Luvian realized they were the colors of his coworkers, though it took him a panicked second to realize the glossy black belonged to Ebony, not his former coworker. It was touching, and he had to swallow something lodged in his throat as he traced the two central feathers, a sapphire blue and a pearl white with a black tip. “Thank you."

Amber looked down at him, eyes soft as she brushed her face against his. Silent, but no words needed said. Quietly, she padded around him until she stood with his back against her flank, before curling around him, dragging him into her warm feathers as a wing covered his drowsy form. Luvian wanted to protest, to get his gifts off his body to avoid damaging them. But the heat was soporific, combined with Amber's thick, downy soft pelt. A blink turned into him closing his eyes for a moment. Then longer. Until he couldn't muster the energy to open them again, falling asleep against the gryphoness.

When Luvian awoke early Thursday afternoon, he was still buried in Amber's feathers, and the warmth and satin-soft texture made him unwilling to move. Huffing, the wolfbird closed his eyes again, resting against the gryphoness and attempting to fall back asleep. Only to feel her shift and pull back, letting the cruel light of the outside beam into his face. The wolfbird grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes, already missing her heat. “Not fair…"

Snorting, Amber got off the bed and stretched, wings flaring and flapping as she groaned in pleasure as something cracked. “Gotta get moving, little one. I've got some things around here to get done, and my room is a little too chilly for wolfbirds like you."

Grumbling again, Luvian sat up, fur fluffing out in the chill now that neither blankets nor gryphoness protected him. The soft feathers brushing against his arms and chest reminded him of Amber's gift last night, and he quickly checked them for any sort of damage.

“No need to worry about that, Luvian. I hired an enchanter to make sure they stay safe."

The wolfbird swallowed another lump of emotions, toying with the smoky orange feather that had been a part of Amber. “I… don't have anything to give you in payment for this."

She ruffled the fur between his ears with a forepaw, grinning. “No need, little one. I don't expect anything from you in return." She slid her beak over his ear, whispering now. “Though if you're up for something fun, we can discuss…. 'payment' after some food."

Luvian blushed, eyes darting to the floor as he gave a quiet nod.

“Good boy."

Shuddering, the hybrid did his best to ignore his swishing tail as he finally stood, leaning against Amber as they exited her room and headed off for their first meal of the day.

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Lunch itself was a quiet affair. Well, anything was a quiet affair when Shake was confined to the kitchen. Luvian didn't know if the gryphon was telling the truth about her heritage being the reason for her seemingly infinite energy, but it wasn't his prerogative anyway. He'd sat with Amber, Pearl coming over to say hello, the brothers waving from their table, and Ember smiling at him from his. The snowy gryphoness had gushed over the new jewelry he was now wearing, giving him a little scritch behind the ears before leaving him in Amber's claws. Though mostly it was just him leaning against the gryphoness, her free forepaw wrapped around his waist as they ate in companionable silence. Her soft feathers and warmth made him unwilling to move, the heat leaving him drowsy. When he finished his food the wolfbird just melted further against Amber, head pressed against her side. She gave him a squeeze, still working on her own meal.

When they got up to leave, Amber kept him tight against her with a wing. Had it been the middle of summer, Luvian would have definitely been a bit grumpy from being overheated, but luckily it was only spring, and the building kept cool enough that even the dense feathers of his coworker weren't enough to make him melt. As they left, Ebony walked by for his own meal, giving a friendly nod to them both, one the gryphoness returned with a cool expression. Despite the lack of any kind of poor behavior or comments, especially towards the wolfbird, it would likely be a while before some of the other staff stopped keeping him at arm's length. Though Luvian hoped it was only due to how new he was to the club rather than anything else. The gryphon was nice and in the incidents where they'd passed each other in the halls, he'd only said hello before heading off, respecting the terms of his probation period.

Plus, part of the wolfbird noted, Ebony was pretty handsome.

The thoughts of everything regarding his new coworker occupied the hybrid's thoughts while Amber had guided him back to her room, the gryphoness not bothering to fill the silence. When the door closed with a soft click, Luvian shook away his thoughts to focus on the conversation, waiting for his coworker to offer up her idea of payment.

“Remember to say if you're uncomfortable, little one." She murmured, tracing a claw along his jaw. “Okay?"

Luvian nodded, and the gryphoness turned back around, pulling a collection of straps from under her work table, straightening them out before beckoning the wolfbird over.

“This is a riding harness. It'll have you suspended beneath me."

Luvian gulped, but was also intrigued, stepping forward to take a closer look. The straps were similarly colored to Amber, seemingly made of cloth, either stitched to each one another, or in some cases forming a belt, complete with a metal buckle. “And…I'll be fine?"

The gryphoness behind him rested her beak on his head. “I'll make sure of it."

There was a moment of silence. He contemplated whether to go forward or ask for another method of 'payment.' It wasn't the sexual aspect that bothered him anymore. His regular talks with Ember, his time spent with both him, Pearl, and the twins had mostly quieted the prude part of him. Mostly it was the newness of it. None of the others that had taken him had any sort of equipment to go with their wants. The closest was Para and Keet with their love of pounding him to the beat of music. Taking a deep breath, Luvian stepped off the metaphorical edge.

“Okay."

Amber guided him into putting on some of the harness. Straps wrapped from his talons to his lower thighs, a few buckles tightened or loosened to keep things snug but not biting into his skin. Several more straps ran across his chest, with his arms guided into similar setups to his legs. Luvian couldn't help but notice, as he stood there mostly ready, that there was a distinct lack of support across anything below his ribcage and above his pelvis.

'Well,' he thought, 'The people who made this knew their clientele.'

The final piece was a muzzle. Luvian couldn't help but blush heavily as it tightened around his jaws, keeping them closed and him unable to speak. Amber bumped her head against him. “If you want to stop, tug on my feathers sharply. I'll feel it. Okay?"

He nodded. It had a small chance of being accidentally done, but not as much as, say, him kicking a leg or merely holding on to her feathers.

The gryphoness guided him to lay down, the straps spread around him in a kind of halo. Then the world darkened as she stood over him. There was no way to back out now. Luvian could only hope he could remember the safe 'word.'

Her talons stepped into specific gaps near his arms, and then her head bent down and wiggled into a set of straps in front of his face. It settled around her neck, pulling down as she raised back up. Luvian went with it, only able to make a muffled grunt when his body left the ground, straps pulling taut against his skin. Not enough to feel biting, but definitely noticeable. Feathers pressed against his back, then around him, his vision surrounded by orange as Amber's plumage enveloped him, almost completely hiding him except for his long tail. His legs were squashed between something hot, soft. It was her sac, and Luvian could only widen his eyes as he realized just how big the gryphoness was. Her sheath squashed against his rump as she got herself comfortable, already pulsing in anticipation.

And part of him was already excited for what would come next.

Silenced, blinded, and hidden from the world, the wolfbird could only feel as Amber trotted around, rumbling softly as her movements ground the hybrid's rump against her arousal. It was slow going, her shaft stiffening within its sheath, the cuff rolling back to expose the flared tip. It felt flat, equine even. A possible hint of the gryphoness' ancestry. But it didn't matter as it squashed between Luvian's cheeks, the pressure increasing as time went on. More and more force building up, making him stretch….

Amber stopped, put her forepaws on her desk, and gently humped.

There was a loud SQUELCH, and the pair moaned as the wolfbird's belly bulged. The angle kept things hidden, somehow. Luvian could tell by how feathers still brushed against his fur, while a hot, thick cock pushed out. He was kept in place by the straps, and as the gryphoness began walking again, he saw stars. Each step of the waitress' hindquarters meaning the thick shaft was either dragged out, or was stuffed in. Vaguely, Luvian thought the temperature changed, the sound of a door creaking. Were they leaving her room? There was no way for him to tell.

Music pulsed in the hallway. Amber shook her hips to the beat, and the hybrid nearly blacked out. When he regained his senses, things were louder, though still muffled, and there was enough cock stuffed inside him it felt like the air was being punched from his lungs. His gasps only stopped by the muzzle. Those hot balls tapped against his rear, and Luvian wondered deliriously how much was going to be dumped in him.

Amber stepped into another room, dance music pulsing through the floor and into the pair, though to the outside world there was only the gryphoness.

Was she….doing her shift like this?....

Luvian's own shaft throbbed at the thought. Though a part of him hoped he wasn't leaving a trail as they went, especially as Amber shook her hips again, making the hybrid go unconscious with pleasure once more.

He was awoken by the gryphoness' paw (at least it seemed like her paw, Luvian thought dazedly) rolling something rubber over his throbbing erection. She apparently didn't want to make a mess.

'Guess that's my role in this.' the hybrid drunkenly rationalized. A giggle building in his throat only to be stopped by the straps once more. And then even more when Amber reared up once more, claws clicking on porcelain (were they in the restroom?) and gave another hump.

Luvian went completely silent at that. Mostly because such an action had pushed the rest of the gryphoness' cock into his body, and as a result shoved the flare so deep inside him it seemed nestled at the base of his throat. The collar doing its job even while made to stretch around a slab of gryphoness dick.

There was the rumble of something from Amber. Luvia didn't register what was said, too busy cumming his brains out while his mind felt like melting. When he came to his somewhat intact senses after this third incident, there was a fresh condom wrapped around his cock, and they were back on the floor.

Time stretched on. Was each minute an hour or a second? Like his surroundings, there was no way for Luvian to check. Only Amber's cock, sawing back and forth inside him, growing slick with the precum being dumped within him. It was actually impressive how nobody had noticed or heard what the waitress was doing.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't think as that massive shaft was dragged in and out of him just by the gryphoness walking, barely able to keep conscious by sheer stubbornness. He let out a low groan, covered up by Amber letting out a noise and shifting her body. Which coincidentally silenced him as that flare slid back into the base of his neck, just above the wolfbird's collarbone.

At some point she let her tip move back behind his ribcage. But it was apparent why, as suddenly hot cream was dumped into Luvian, Amber dumped pulse after pulse of gryphoness seed into his belly, thick and heavy, weighing him down. The straps dug a bit into his body now, though not enough, thankfully to cause full on pain. Still, he whined a bit around the muzzle about his jaws, feeling his belly expand, bloat, rounding out rapidly with Amber's dense cum.

Somehow, despite everything, he wasn't spitting anything up, besides the air being pushed out of his body to make room. A possible secret function of the harness, since Luvian blearily recalled the collar not preventing such a thing, though he could be mistaken with how thoroughly his brains had been fucked out.

It felt like forever before he thought she'd stopped, his gut hanging below him and the straps edging from being snug yet comfortable to mildly tight. Yet Amber continued on, letting out panting gulps that were even audible to him before continuing on. Though it took a bit for her to apparently solve how Luvian's new belly moved her center of balance, before she was off. His gut sloshing from side to side as she began fucking him all over again. His rubbed raw nerves leading him to orgasm again. Dry this time, based on how nothing brushed over his cock. His lack of vision was really making things confusing. Though it also seemed to make his sense of touch go haywire, with how even the brush of feathers against his back was making him shudder and clench.

It was a shorter period of time, at least just based on his skewed perception of such, before he felt her coming again. It was just as big as last time, and Luvian couldn't help but groan around the air once against being forced from his lungs. His belly grew so much it dragged on the floor, feeling squished between her rear legs, her balls, even between the floor and himself, which in turn was squashed against her lower belly from the pressure. It even pushed into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge out like a squirrel's.Threatening to escape with the slightest bit of pressure.

There was the sound of muffled conversation above him when consciousness returned yet again. It sounded like Dionysus, based on how deep the voice was. Talking to Amber maybe? It sounded close enough.

They were moving again before he knew it, Luvian gurgling in protest with each slow, gurgling step, each thrust into his rump that left him feeling like he'd find a cock flare pushing out into his cum-filled mouth. Oh god when was it going to stop, he couldn't think well enough to remember how to tell Amber to stop, that he was overwhelmed and needed to be released from the harness.

Another stop. His guts sloshed and glorped with all the dense seed packed tight inside him.

There was a click, and his body dropped. Quite literally, as the straps came undone and slithered out of their buckles, arms and legs free to fall limp, draped over the grey fur covering the cumdump of a belly he now carried. The muzzle fell from his jaws, and he couldn't help but let them fall open, cum drooling from around his teeth as he laid his head on the hot, soft surface of his own body. All while Amber slowly pulled out, the cum in his mouth sliding back down his throat as new space was revealed. Though none somehow managed to leak from either entrance, beyond the remnants of white now staining his lips.

His coworker patted his head. The soft weight combined with the heat leaving him drowsy. Even with a colder room, Amber's seed kept him toasty. A smile on the gryphoness' beak, when she got around him to lock eyes, was evidence she knew just what he was dealing with.

“Enjoy your trip, little one?"

Blushing, Luvian nodded, receiving another pat to the head. “Good. Sadly I had to stop early, Dionysus told me it broke Rule 2 regarding you, since you were 'working' while I was."

He could only drunkenly giggle at that. Oh right, that rule. He'd completely forgotten that one when she was using him like a breeding mount. It was probably more for the benefit of the club than him, since it was rather hard to complete your job while also fucking him. Though Amber's method was probably the least interrupting.

She gave him a nuzzle with her beak, before turning to leave.

“I'll leave you here for now, Luvian. Consider your payment for the jewelry complete, hmm?"

Before leaving, she brushed her tail over his face, keeping his attention on her even as his eyes drooped from the soporific heat.

“Come to me on a weekend next time, hmmm? We can spend the day crafting. Or if you prefer, a whole day swaying beneath me."

She bumped her fluffy form against a wall switch, the lights turning off as her tail curled around the doorknob. “Enjoy the nap, little one. I'll see you after the shift."

The door shut, leaving the wolfbird in only the dim light that shone from a strip lining the back of the gryphoness' table of crafts. It wasn't long before he sunk his face into the sloshing, hot surface of his own cum-stuffed gut, falling asleep to her scent, and the memory of her satin soft feathers dragging across his body.