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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 9

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

The soft beep of her internal alarm woke her, and since it came from the still-finicky module in the back of her skull, it also sparked all kinds of other sensations. Isabella arched her back as they came hard, fast, and pleasurable.

_- big orca woman, smothering the black jaguar in her breasts, burying her between the soft globes and fingering her pussy so hard and so fast that she couldn't stop screaming from the pleasure, eyes rolling back as she squirted all over the other woman's lap -

• screaming from the 'pain' of a whip pecking and welting her ass and spine, her back arched, her body on all fours. The short, shy hamster had turned anything but as soon as the whip was in his hand, and he lashed her until she -

• moaning through her voicebox as her tongue was put to work via the portal fleshlight, sucking and lapping at a wolf's pussy while her own was plundered by a thick strap-on, forced open so far that she wasn't sure that she would ever close again, at least not properly, and then feeling the thumb sliding into her ass, as well -_

Isabella gasped for breath as the memories stopped as suddenly as they started, shaking her head as she stared up at the ceiling. The sudden barrage of three different sessions without warning, without anything that she could do to brace for them, had nearly knocked her the fuck out. She groaned as she slowly rolled onto her side, seeing that she was drooling through the mouth-fleshlight, and that her pussy was soaked. She had all but cum then, and it would take very little to push her over the edge.

Unfortunately, she could see that she was under restriction today. Edging and chastity was the order of the day, judging by the red locks that were on the base of the toys. The AI had obviously decided that she needed more frustration for the day. The black jaguar groaned, slamming her head into the pillow a few times.

Nnnnngh...not fair to start the day with that and then stop me...

Sighing, the black jaguar pushed herself up. Things felt a bit more stiff today, but she still needed to work. She sat up...and then fell forward.

"Mrow!"

Yet, despite falling forward, she landed perfectly on all fours. Not just perfectly, but with her feet up rather than down perpendicular to her upper leg. She paused, feeling the sheer shock of the landing, yes, but more than that, realizing what she'd just done.

She looked down. Her arms were pulled up in half just like her legs were, her wrists all but bound near her shoulders and her ankles bound up near her butt. She tried to bend her limbs, but she couldn't. All she could do was move her shoulders and elbows, moving them around like they were the extent of her body.

...Oh boy...

She blushed worse as she realized that the pressure that her lower legs provided spread her ass cheeks and her thighs just enough to show off her holes. She didn't have to worry about them being hidden between her cheeks this time. They were...well, they were as on display as on display could be. All she needed to do was insert them. But she couldn't do that with her arms pinned like this -

Snickt. The door opened, and she whipped her head around. Standing in the doorway was Bea, of all people. The vixen had gone back to fully feminine for the day, and she smiled as she walked into the room.

"Oh, dear. You fell out of bed already?"

"Mrow. Meow? Mrow-row?"

"The AI didn't tell you? You're going to be the kitty-cat mascot of the hotel today. Dear, I hope that you're ready for some extensive pet-play."

...oh god...oh, GOD...

Of all the things that she expected the upgrade to be, this wasn't it. She blushed worse and worse as she imagined being stuck on all fours all day, with everything shown off, unable to speak - oh, god, she was on the verge of cumming from the idea. Hell, the chastity lock on the devices was probably the only thing keeping her from cumming right then and there. The humiliation, the teasing, the everything -

"Okay, okay, try and cool off a little, dear. You're starting to overheat."

It took her a second to realize that the vixen was right. Her face was burning, and her voicebox was projecting quite the red glow onto the floor. She nodded, trying to focus more, trying to push through. It was hard, but she slowly nodded again, showing that she was as okay as she was going to get.

As she stopped burning so hot, Bea knelt down beside her, slowly inserting the different toys where they needed to go. She felt the soft click as each one was inserted into her body, giving her the full treatment again. Feeling her pussy and her ass right where they were supposed to be made her feel more complete again, even if the fun of having them played with at a distance was quite nice. She wiggled her hips a bit, feeling them staying flush, and made a mental note to go back to Molly later and thank her for the fixes.

"There we go. That should make it easier for the clients."

"Meow?"

She groaned under her breath, though the sound was so muted that she doubted that anyone but her heard it. The fact that she couldn't speak was going to make things more than slightly awkward, but at the same time, all the more embarrassing. She didn't know what to think about that.

"The clients are going to have free rein with you today. Some will probably pet you, but others...well, I think you'll have some good stretches today, dear." The vixen winked. "I've seen the guest list. There's some fun in store for you today."

"...Mrow?" she asked with burning cheeks.

"Oh, don't worry. It won't be bad. Just...extensive."

"Nya..."

Oh god, a nya? That was about as silly and kitten-ish as it got. She would have turned her hands to her face and covered it, but the most she could do was make cute grasping motions towards Bea. The vixen smiled, shaking her head.

"Aren't you just the most adorable thing?"

"Nyaaaaaa."

"Oh, but you are, dear."

And then the petting started. Soft scritches just under her chin, then along the side of her face. They shouldn't have felt so good, but the more Bea did, the more pleased she felt. Not quite pleasured, but pleased, like it was giving her a little mental high to make her feel good with what she was doing. She smiled, she closed her eyes -

"Prrrrrrrrr."

And then she was purring. The very fact that she was purring should have been something embarrassing for her, but she was so happy right in that moment that she didn't really care. All that mattered was getting more of the pets. She butted her head against the vixen's hands, enjoying the touch to her face, feeling the way that it was always scritching along her cheeks, then behind her head.

She lolled her tongue out just a bit, drooling ever so slightly from the corners of her mouth as the fingers dug into the spaces behind her ears. The feeling was just perfect, leaving her so dazed, so relaxed, that she started to wobble to one side -

Flump.

She hit the ground and the scritching and petting stopped. She blinked, ruffled her head from side to side, and hastily pulled herself up again. Well, as much 'up' as she could get with her arms and legs restrained the way they were. She couldn't bend them for the life of her, so it meant that she was stuck on all fours for now. Bea stood up.

"Alright. I think that you're about good. Your tail's been strengthened a bit for the day, so if anyone pulls it, it shouldn't hurt. You can also press the elevator buttons with that if you need to, so you won't have to get up from all fours."

"Mmmrow? Mow."

"My kitten's a little rusty, but if you're asking about your duties, that's being taken by the AI today. She's not that happy about it, but she didn't arrange for someone else to work the front desk before assigning you here, so she's gotta take care of that now."

She had been asking about the front desk, but more because she was curious about whether Ms. Agumo was going to be upset with her now that she wasn't there to take care of the hyena's needs. She had hoped that it would be something she could do on the daily, just because it felt so good, but it seemed that the AI had different plans for her. Well, it could be worse. At least this way, she could just relax and waddle around the hotel for a while.

Until someone saw her, that was. Then she would have to...

Oh god, oh god, oh GOD that's going to be embarrassing if someone decides to have me in the hallways or something...

And yet, from the warmth that was slowly sliding down her synth-flesh, she knew that it was something that was included among her deep-down desires. Maybe not as strong as some of the other things that she had done, but strong enough to be excited for what was to come.

"Oh, and one more thing."

Bea pulled something out from behind her back, but before Isabella could see it, the vixen was kneeling down beside her again. It was pulled tight around her neck, then pulled tighter still, giving her the feeling of being half-choked by it. The tightness was not so disturbing or uncomfortable, though. Rather, it felt rather...teasing, like someone had taken a possessive grip of her neck so that she couldn't get away.

...I'm getting so messed up here, she thought.

However, as soon as Bea pulled her hands back and Isabella moved her head, she heard a little ding-ding. A bell, she realized, and that made it very clear. She was wearing a cat collar, the kind with a bell to announce her whenever she entered a new room. Her cheeks burned again at the mental image of her own cuteness.

"Oh, you like that?" Bea asked.

"Nyaaaaaaaa."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Nya!"

"Oh, a big yes, then."

She decided it would be smarter to stop talking. Right at that moment, it seemed that her mouth was giving her away rather than helping her keep a hint of dignity.

Then again, did she really want to keep that?

"Alright, pretty kitty. Time for you to get to work. Just wander around today and make sure that the guests see you. You're allowed to go into the parking lot today, too, if you like."

The idea of being 'allowed' to leave the hotel had never crossed her mind until that moment, but she realized that she hadn't actually done anything outside the hotel since arriving there. She technically could have gone to the restaurants outside, or visited people in the station where they were sent to from New Boston, but instead, she had stayed in the hotel and done nothing but...well, serve. It was the hospitality industry, after all, and she was completely naked most of the time.

Aren't animals supposed to be naked?

She would have facepalmed at her brain collaborating with the system, but again, artificial bondage. Groaning under her breath, she mewled as she hobbled her way out of the room. She might as well get to work, she decided, and that meant getting to the lobby to start. Once she was there, she could figure out how she was going to spend the rest of her day.

It was tricky learning how to move on all fours, but the instructions were being periodically downloaded to her mind through the module. She found that it was a bit easier to just take a step back and let them do the work for her, but every time that she started doing that, Isabella forced herself to stop and take the lead again. After all, this was supposed to be something that she was required to do, and after last night's panic attack when Izzy went offline, she didn't want to be stuck without instructions if the network ever went down. Not that it ever happened - at least, not that she or the public had ever been told - but there was always the theoretical possibility that the AI might go down for a short time.

So, she made it to the elevator on her own, and she tapped her tail against the call button. By the time it opened, some of her male coworkers had joined her, and the rat of the bunch made sure to get behind her as they all entered the elevator. She blushed as he rested his hand on her back, just above her tail, almost at her ass.

"Look at the pretty kitty, guys. She's really getting into it, isn't she?" the rat asked.

The other men and women in the elevator didn't answer, but she could feel their indulgent smiles. Some of them reached down to pat her head, while the others just chuckled and looked away. The rat, however, slowly stroked one finger down around her tail, circling it a few times before going just that little bit further down. Her forcibly exposed hole got teased, too, circled and almost stroked more than once.

"Showing off, too. Think the kitten's in heat?"

"Mrow!"

"I think that means back-off, dude," one of the other guys, a maned wolf, said with a chuckle. "She's for the customers, not for us."

"One of these days, I'll become a customer. I swear it!" the rat said in the goofiest, most over the top voice that anyone could have imagined. The whole elevator erupted with laughter, including Isabella, though hers was more of a chuffing huff.

The elevator emptied two floors above the lobby, and she imagined that they were on cleaning duty. She waved goodbye with one forcibly raised hand, and then waited for the elevator to continue on its trip. For all that she was trying to be good about this, she was more than slightly embarrassed about what might or might not happen.

Just go with it. It'll be fine. Nobody can do anything to you that you don't want, right?

That was what she was hoping, at least. She was supposed to be under certain protections by working here, but that didn't mean that she would be fully protected. She was there for the clients, like the maned wolf said, and that meant...

Well, she better be ready for fucking. A lot of fucking.

The elevator door opened. At first, the lobby seemed empty. She cocked her head to the side, sliding the lenses over her eyes again -

The calico AI in his fancy suit was darting all over the place, and there was more than one of them. They were not present in any physical way, but there were dozens of the calico feline moving from one side of the lobby to the other, touching up cameras, tapping the walls and running programs through them, running routines over the main desk and the drones, and more. The various bits of work that all the clones were doing - and they were clearly clones, considering that they only had the patterns of the AI form and not the colors - were far more extensive than she had expected from him.

The AI prime stood behind the desk, and she knew that it would be impossible for others to see him without the lenses that she had up. They would just see an empty desk, hear a disembodied voice, and then be told where they needed to go. Very impersonal, and not something that would be very well-liked by most guests.

She waved with one hand, and he turned to look at her. One of the clones deviated from its course, moving to stand beside her and look down at her.

" You seem to be taking to your new posture quite well."

"Meow."

" Yes, I had seen that you were fond of the pet-play scenarios that the guests had been putting you through. I believed that this might be an interesting upgrade for you. It also allows me to test whether the position of 'Hotel Mascot' would be worth putting into the paperwork for the future."

The idea of the hotel having someone in perpetual pet-play mode during work hours was an interesting one. She didn't think that she'd want to be like this for eight hours or more over the course of the day, but...

Mmmph...

At the same time, the idea of being kept like this, of being little more than a little pet cat, was something that was appealing. No need to think, no need to address the clients, just stay there, look pretty, and let people do what they want within the boundaries that the hotel set? That was a dream job for some people.

" We have several guests getting ready for their morning meal. You will start by taking a stroll down the room corridor, allowing any and all of them to see you. When they realize what they are allowed to do, you will slow your pace by 50%, and then allow them to see what they can take. If any choose to take you rather than go to breakfast, you will allow them. Do you understand?"

"...Meow."

" Good. You will not be docked pay or upgraded today. This is a test run with a base bonus of 30% your average daily pay for the last few days. Other variables will be added if we extend this past this day."

The clone disappeared, reforming at the front door, and that was the end of it. Isabella gulped, trying not to feel too nervous as she began wobbling and waddling over to the hallway. The idea of showing off was always a tricky one, particularly with the fact that she was trying not to use Izzy just yet, but she knew that she could do it. She'd done it at the front desk for days now. She could do it while in motion. She hoped.

Still, the feeling of her breasts, heavy and full-feeling, hanging down as she crawled on all fours was something new. She had been aware of their size and heft before, but this was different. This was just sagging down without support, and it was definitely more difficult to get used to the weight like that. Their sheer size had a small downside, it seemed, though not enough for her to want to get rid of them. Hell, she still wondered what it would be like to have them be just that little bit bigger.

She blushed at that thought, turning down the hall. True to the AI's word, the guests started to appear. Doors all the way down the hall began opening, different males and females spilling out and making their way toward the lobby. Isabella braced herself, keeping up her slow pace, waving with her bound hands.

Okay...here we go...

They didn't see her at first, which was probably due to the fact that she was on all fours and below the easy line of sight. The fact that there were multiple couples emerging for breakfast probably contributed to that, as well, but it was still rather embarrassing to be going on all fours, trying to be sultry, trying to be sexy, and not get any attention for a while. Isabella wondered if she was doing something wrong, whether she needed to change things up.

Then a door opened to her right, and a badger stepped out. She was obviously looking for her coffee, but the minute the door opened, she looked down and went wide-eyed. Isabella kind of blushed, but she didn't stop, knowing that her orders were to go all the way down the hall to the far end before turning back. Still, she raised her tail a bit further, showing off everything that she had to offer, and she knew that the badger watched her as she left. There was something bizarrely gratifying about that.

As she reached the crowd coming her way, she felt their eyes hit her, too. They were all staring as she went by, some of them slowing down, some of them speeding up. Those that sped up petted her as she went by, and she knew that there had to be some sort of programming in her head, because she was enjoying that way too much. All it took was one finger going down her spine and she was purring. Anything more than that made her wobble happily, butting her head up and arching her back as they scritched at her.

She reached the far end of the hallway, turned around, and a long, leggy maned wolf was there to meet her. Not the one from the elevator, but one of the guests. He had turned down her services at the front desk when she'd made the offer, but now that she was on all fours, he definitely seemed keen.

"Hey there, girl. You looking for a little cream?"

The maned wolf's pants were bulging slightly, but she still groaned on the inside from the bad joke. Still, she leaned into him, butting her head against his legs and smiling up at him.

"Meow," she mrowled, trying to keep her blush at her speech restrictions off her face. Still, the little head scritches were nice, and they only got nicer as the little finger scratches moved down her spine. Further, further, further until -

"Mmmmm..."

"Oh yeah, little kitten likes that, huh?"

"Nyaaaa."

It was an embarrassed happy sound as the fingers rubbed right at the base of her tail. Nobody did that for her before, but this time? Oh god, it was hitting buttons. Every little scratch went somewhere just a little bit in from her outer lips, almost like a tickle-itch that was going somewhere between her clit and her g-spot, making her want to grind, want to hump for a little bit more. She wiggled her hips, trying to get a little bit more, but he didn't take it further, not just yet. Instead, he kept one hand at the base of her tail and brought the other to her chin, scritching just under her teeth.

"Nyaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"That's it...just relax...such a pretty kitty, such a good kitty for showing off."

She wanted to blush, and she probably did, but she wanted more than just that. She wanted attention down there, and badly.

She raised her tail more than before, showing off both her ass and her pussy, hoping against hope that he'd do something sooner than later. Every time that she wiggled, though, he leaned down a bit, trapping her.

Soon, he was behind her, and she felt his bulge against her backside. She wanted to push back, to take him, but he moved from scratching her head to holding her collar.

"Gah..."

"That's it. Just let me show you what you need."

"N-Nya."

"Just a little bit...more..."

He pulled at her collar, adjusting her position a bit, and it cut into her air supply that little bit more. Not too much, not enough to cut her off or leave her at risk of falling unconscious, but enough for her to feel it. Really feel it, for that matter, as her eyes rolled back as she saw little stars.

His zipper came down. She felt the tapered tip of a dog cock against her, but not against her pussy. It was up against her ass. She blushed worse at that, feeling it nudging her pussy, making her clench it in, and then push it out again, and then clench harder.

"Little pussy-cat likes it up the butt, huh? Well, who am I to deny someone so cute what they want?"

"Nyaaaaa..."

He pushed, nudged, and then pushed again, always poking at her pucker. She clenched it again, and again, but every time he went back to scritching at the base of her tail, she relaxed again and opened up just that little bit more. She wanted his cock in her, but so soon, so fast, right there in the hallway -

Oh, who was she kidding? This had her wet as hell, even if it did have her embarrassed, as well. She didn't know how she was supposed to take it, but she was going to take it, one way or another. She pushed her tail up more, lowered her head -

POP!

And then the head finally slipped past her pucker. She groaned, her toes curling up against her rump, and her asshole clenched hard.

"There we go. No worries, kitty. You're in good hands."

She could feel him rubbing around her hips, keeping up the relaxing and arousing scritches right at the base of her tail. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kick him for being a teasing butt or if she wanted to thank him for taking it slow. Either way, she wanted more, particularly as the rest of the clients in the hallway had turned to stare at her for just what she was doing.

"Awww, who's a pretty kitty?" the orca woman that she'd serviced the day before asked, leaning down to rub her head.

"So happy for friends, huh?" the hamster, also from the day before, said as he knelt at her other side, reaching under her and groping her breasts. "And so big and full..."

Isabella was going crazy. Her eyes were rolling back, her mind was going blank, and then -

POP!

The maned wolf pulled his cock out, dragging it loose and leaving her open. Her tongue hung out -

POP!

And then it was back in, going deep. Her ass took it, took it easily, and she whimpered as she felt the pleasure building up. She was so close, but was she going to get what she wanted out of this? Probably not. Was she going to cum from this? Probably not. The locks were on tight with the devices, which meant that she was there as a toy, someone to take it, to enjoy it, to be that happy little kitty -

"Nyaaaaa!"

She mewled loudly as the hamster twisted and tugged her nipples, the maned wolf picking up the pace behind her, the orca moving so that she could crouch down just enough to allow the black jaguar to stick her muzzle under her skirt. The smell of pussy, the hot taste of it followed, and -

Another thrust, then another, then another. The little orgy in the hall was getting the attention of everyone, and happy, cooing words of praise continued to rain down on her from those that weren't getting her directly. She moaned, not sure if the cock in her ass or the fingers on her nipples or the wet pussy in her face were quite as good as all the praise.

"Oh, look at how good she is."

"Such a well-behaved kitten."

"So shiny and sleek, too."

"She deserves some treats for this."

"Heh, I think she's already getting them."

Thump, thump, thump went the maned wolf's hips against her ass, and she moaned as he moved from petting her spine to gripping her ankles for leverage. In, out, in, out, each time bottoming out inside of her and slapping her pussy with his balls. She could feel every single inch he had, could feel the slow-growing knot at the base of his cock, and she whimpered as she kept sticking out her tongue, trying to focus enough to keep licking the orca.

The hamster beneath her was pulling on her nipples, giving her pain to go with the pleasure, reminding her of what she was. A good little kitty, on all fours, showing off, being used. Her breasts felt bigger than usual, somehow, and his grip on her nipples -

"Nyaaaaa!"

She wanted to cum so badly, particularly as the maned wolf sped up, hammering in, pulling out. Her hole felt like it was getting stretched, puffy, feeling like more of a fuck-hole than ever. She rolled her head back, nudging her nose against the orca's pussy, her mind sliding back as she struggled to breathe. Everything went on auto-pilot as she slipped all the way down into happy sub mode.

She must have 'rebooted' sometime after that, because when she came back to it, she was on wobbly legs and making her way down to the restaurant. The time -

12:35 PM.

The time appeared on her HUD. Three hours had passed.

Oh.

Isabella slowed, no longer on autopilot quite so much, only to gasp as she felt the sudden clench and release under her tail. Her ears flattened to the sides of her head at the sudden flood that came from down there, mostly from her ass. White seed spilled out, running down to her pussy, and then down to the carpet. She pulled her legs together, blushing as she had made a 'clean' mess from all the use that she had been put through.

Nnngh...

Clenching down hard, she hustled to the restaurant. It was all employees at the moment, but she was able to find one that was willing enough to give her a little cleaning back there. A bull grabbed some napkins and wiped her down, cleaning off the bits of cum that had been left behind. He even took the trouble to gently rub her stomach to encourage her to push out the rest that was left inside her.

"There you go. Feel better?"

"Mow."

"I hope that's a yes."

It was, and she nodded to make it clear. The bull smiled, patted her on the head - filling her with yet more happy feelings - and left her to get some food.

That was a trickier business. She couldn't even rise up on her hind legs the way that some ferals did when they were begging for food due to the programming in her head. The most she could do was butt her head against the counter, nudging it until the AI for the kitchen finally noticed her. She didn't even get proper food, then, just a bowl of cream that was lowered to the floor for her to drink from.

Well...that's not too bad...

She managed to lower her head to the point of lapping at the surface. There were a few 'd'awwww' sounds from the crowd, but nothing to make her feel particularly more humiliated than usual. It was a good feeling. Mostly.

She was halfway done with the cream when she heard a soft 'ahem' from her side. Recognizing it as the AI, she flicked the lenses on and looked up.

The calico had seated himself on the runners for the food trays, and he reached down to lay a hand on her head. It was a weird feeling being touched by something that she could only see because of the lenses, and she wasn't sure how real the touch actually was as he petted her between the ears. It was an artificial sort of petting, not quite right, something that was a copied motion rather than one he seemed to really feel.

" Your actions have resulted in extended stays for twelve guests, resulting in a net profit of an additional 35% on their stay. You have done well."

Isabella smiled. That was more than the bonus that she had been told she'd get for this, so it was a nice feeling to know that she'd made things even better for the hotel. The calico nodded at her.

"_ In addition, it has been determined that this role will be added to the official roster of jobs for the bios like yourself. You will be allowed to volunteer for this shift once a week, as you choose, provided that we have a sufficiently high number of guests. _"

She nodded in understanding. The AI nodded back.

"_ You have allowed for a great many leaps forward in hospitality psychology. Thank you for your help. Continue your day, and may you enjoy it. _"

The AI disappeared, and Isabella blushed as she went back to her bowl, finishing off the rest of the cream. Of all the things to bring about a personal visit from the AI, that was not the one she'd have expected. Getting complimented? Having a commendation in her file from yesterday? It was as if this AI was cut from a slightly different cloth than the other, more cutthroat versions.

She wondered just how much shit she was going to be in later if he was buttering her up this much now...

The End

Summary: Isabella wakes up to find herself in cat-mode, and receives a great deal of pet-play.

Tags: M/F, M/F/F, M/F/M/F, public, exhibitionism, cat, cyberpunk, pet-play, programmed bondage, bondage, public nudity, nudity, series, jaguar, maned wolf, rat, hamster, orca, cunnilingus, pet play, embarrassment, chastity, creampie,