An 18-year-old Japanese immigrant with a good command of English. He's physically fit due to his moving activities and his ability to keep up with the energetic Amanda. His appearance is described as "handsome" by Amanda, indicating that he has attractive features. Personality-wise, Takashi is friendly, patient, and good-natured. He shows an interest in gaming and has a fondness for cute things. Despite being new to American culture, he easily adapts and connects with people around him. However, he also tends to overstep boundaries at times but adjusts his behavior based on feedback.

Eighteen year-old Takashi was a young immigrant from Japan who came to California. His father was a well-known business man who landed a high position in the American branch of the company he worked in. He was in the process of moving into his new home when a certain little someone was watching all the while.

Little 10 year old Amanda was watching curiously as the new neighbors moved in. She stood beside her bike, staring intently. She was a curious, precocious little girl. She was quick to notice when something out of the ordinary, like new neighbors, occurred in her neighborhood. She was wearing little white sneakers, blue crop pants, and a red short-sleeve shirt that just barely came down past her ribs, exposing her smooth, pale stomach. She approached her new neighbor as cool and confident as though she'd known him for years. A friendly smile played on her lips. "Hi!" she chirped. "You're new here. I'm Amanda. It's nice to meet you."

Takashi had just finished moving in and was outside drinking a bottle of water when the little girl came up to him and introduced herself. She looked really cute, and he was a sucker for cute girls and smiled and knelt down. "Hey there, I'm Takashi. Nice to meet you two." he said back, speaking perfect English. "You're a cute kid... do you live around here?" he asked, rubbing her head.

Amanda beamed proudly, sucking in her soft stomach and trying to puff out her smooth, flat stomach. She brushed Takashi's hand from her head, merely because it was messing up her straight, black hair, which she had pulled into a tight ponytail. The comment about being a cute kid flattered her. She liked being called cute.

"Thank you," she grinned, acknowledging the compliment. "You're cute too. This is my neighborhood. I live just down the block here." She gestured down the street. "Takashi's a funny name. It's not American, is it?"

Takashi shook his head "Nope. I just came back from Japan with my mom and dad." he explained. "Do you like Anime?"

"My great-grandpa on my dad's mom's side almost went to Japan," Amanda said cheerfully once she recognized the name. "He got as far as Oak-in-ow-wah, then his buddy stepped on a landmine, and my great-grandpa got shrapnel in his legs, so he couldn't walk for a while. But my other great-grandpa on my mom's dad's side went to Japan in a big B-29, like the ones they used to drop the atom bombs. Is it true you build your cities out of paper? My grandpa says he heard stories as a kid, about how his dad would see these big fire storms 'cause all your paper buildings would be burning down." She completely missed Takashi's last question in her excitement.

Takashi blinked as she told him about WW2 stories told by her grandfather, and sweat dropped then sighed. "I see..." he chuckled as she was just a kid. "Yes... but that was a very long time ago. We have big steel modern cities just like you." he clarified. "Though we still preserve a lot of our old beautiful buildings. Would you like to come into my house?" he offered.

"No thanks," Amanda said, remembering her lessons in ''stranger danger''. She was content for the moment just to stand around and chat. "So, do you like it here?"

"Yes, I like it here... I'm a little homesick, but I'm dealing with it... school here is going to be interesting. Well, I should get back to work, I hope to see you again soon. It was nice talking to you Amanda." he parted, going back to his new house.

"It was nice talking to you too," Amanda grinned. With that, she hopped back on her bike in one fluid dancer's motion and pedaled off.

The next day Takashi was walking home from his first day at his new school, hoping to see that girl again. She was on his mind all day today.

As she rode her bike home from school, Amanda spotted Takashi again. She waved at him and went up to him. "Hi, again," she beamed. She was wearing jeans, this time, and sneakers. She'd worn a normal length blue t-shirt, but she'd rolled the bottom up after school to show off her belly. School dress codes insisted she not wear her little crop tops, but once outside, she could do as she pleased.

Takashi smiled when he saw her come up to him, glad to see her. "Hey, there did you have a good day at school?" he asked. He noticed her rolled up top and chuckled. "I hope they don't let you wear your shirt like that in school."

Amanda scowled when Takashi commented on her shirt. "You don't like it? Everyone else does. Except those stupid teachers. And those creepy old ladies at the grocery store. The older girls do it all the time." Amanda straightened up and patted her bare belly with one hand. "I like to show off my tummy."

Takashi chuckled and shook his head. "No, I'm okay with it, though it's not the part of a girl's body I like the most." he clarified. He points to her backside. "It's here I like."

"Ew!" snorted Amanda. "That's gross! Dogs like that. Boys are supposed to like girls here—" she patted her chest and cupped her hands under empty air to simulate breasts. "Of course, I'm too young to get boobies. I can't even wear a bra—not even one I can stuff. I have to wait till I'm 12. But tummies are pretty too."

Takashi chuckled "Oh you have a lot to learn little one. Yes, breasts are attractive, but so is the backside. I think your tummy is cute nonetheless. Though you should be careful when showing it off. There are bad people out there." he warned.

"Oh, I know all about that," scoffed Amanda. "My parents tell me about it all the time." She glanced at him up and down suddenly, as if sizing him up. "You're not a bad person, are you?"

Takashi shook his head "No no I'm not, trust me. I've beaten up plenty of bad people though to protect cute little girls like you. I wouldn't let anyone harm you," he assured her.

Amanda smiled at Takashi. "Thanks," she said. "I like you. You're cool. And you're kinda cute, too."

Takashi chuckled, "I think the same thing about you. The cute part." he complimented. Then he came up to his house. "Well, I'm here. You're always welcome to come in." He offered.

"Thanks," smiled Amanda in a sweet, flattered way. It was the first time any boy she liked called her cute. When they came to his house, she thanked him again. "But I really need to get home. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Takashi nodded. "Yeah tomorrow's Saturday, right? I see you after... oh wait... there's no school on Saturday here... boy, the school system here is way too easy." he chuckled. "Feel free to come by at any time tomorrow."

"Don't worry," grinned Amanda. "I will." With that, she hopped on her bike and pedaled off, swaying her little hips and looking back with a coy smile on her face.

The next morning, Takashi was up early, making breakfast just for himself. His parents had to work this weekend, so he had the whole house to himself for the day. After he finished breakfast, he went to play on his PS3, wondering if Amanda would show up today.

Unfortunately, Amanda's weekend schedule did not permit her to come out till afternoon. As she passed Takashi's place, she noticed, much to her disappointment, he wasn't out there. She considered just moving on, but curiosity, combined with her light crush on him, made her go take him up on his offer to come in. She knocked on his door. She was wearing jeans and a pink button-down—tied off well above her bare stomach.

Takashi didn't expect her to come until it was at least noon. When he heard the doorbell, he paused the game and bolted to the door. There she was. "Hey there Amanda, glad you could come, please come inside and leave your shoes at the door, please," he instructed.

Amanda smiled when she saw Takashi. Her smile became a crooked grimace when she heard his request. "How come?" she asked. She'd never heard of taking off one's shoes before going inside. She just wiped her feet on a mat first. She braced herself on the doorframe as she inspected the soles of her shoes for dog poo, the only thing that would render her shoes unwearable inside. The little muscles in her tummy stretched and tightened as she balanced herself.

"It's just how things are done in my house. Just leave your shoes right here." he pointed to where his shoes are in the corner of the entrance hall on the tile floor right next to the door.

Amanda slipped off her shoes and padded inside. She paused to let Takashi close the door. She trusted him.

After closing the door, he went into the kitchen, and she would notice there was a lot of Japanese decor throughout the house. "Make yourself at home. Have you eaten lunch yet?" he asked, looking in the fridge.

"I already ate," Amanda said, patting her tummy. She went and flopped herself down on his couch. She stretched herself, and wiggled her hips from side-to-side, flexing her bare tummy. "So what are you doing?" she asked him.

Takashi came back shortly with a plate of rice balls and some tempura fried shrimp. "Just getting a little something to eat for myself," he said. "Itadakimasu," he thanked before taking a bite. "Mmm..." he swallowed. "After I eat, would you like to play Super Mario? I've got an entire collection of them on the Wii U." he offered.

"Cool!" Amanda said in response to Takashi's offer to play video games. She liked games, though her parents never got her any. She always had to rely on her friends to provide games and game platforms. She was going to enjoy this afternoon.

After he finished eating, Takashi hooked up the Wii U and started playing Super Mario Bros. U with her. He hands her a controller, and they play. He chose his favorite character, Mario.

Amanda eagerly accepted the controller and began to play. She'd played with Wii's before, so she was a fairly good player. What she did like was the ability to move around as she played. She moved with the grace and fluidity of a dancer, flexing and stretching her little bare tummy.

Takashi would occasionally glance over as to see her graceful movements. She looked so cute and lovely as she played. They played cooperatively in the game, and a few hours passed before they beat the game. Takashi had beaten it before, but this was the first time beating it cooperatively. He gave here a high five. "Good game, Amanda, you were awesome!" he praised.

"Thanks," beamed Amanda. "That was so fun!" She collapsed into the sofa and stretched again, arcing her back and swaying from side to side. Her shirt rode up just above her ribs, and her belly flexed with the movements of her muscles. "That was such a cool game!"

Takashi was glad she was enjoying herself. "I'm glad you had fun. You're a fun girl to be with Amanda, and I'm glad I met you. You're really cute and full of energy." he flirted a little.

"Thanks," smiled Amanda. "You're really cool Takashi. And you're handsome too. I wish you could be my boyfriend."

Takashi chuckled, "Well, would you like me to be your big brother instead? Do you have any real siblings or are you an only child? I would love it if you were my cute little sister. We could almost be as close as boyfriend and girlfriend." he offered.

"I have an older sister and an older brother," shrugged Amanda. "But my brother's in college, and my sister's a teacher. They don't live here anymore. Besides, my sister never really liked me, and she and my brother always bullied me—at least my brother did, only when my sister was there to make him. He likes her more than me. But you like me, right?" She twisted around and gave Takashi puppy-dog eyes.

Takashi frowned when she mentioned her mean siblings. He smiled at her when she looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He pulled her toward him and hugged her close. "Yes, Amanda, I like you a lot. Your siblings should be ashamed. I promise to be the best big brother in the whole world." he promised her.

Amanda twisted around and returned Takashi's hug. But more than that: she squeezed him, rubbing her sensitive stomach against the soft fabric of his shirt. "I love you," she said, and kissed his cheek.

Takashi placed a hand on her cute little backside. He kissed her cheek back. "As do I my cute little sister... tell me... have you ever been spanked before?" he asked, rubbing her bottom.

Amanda broke the hug and pulled it away. She sat back down on the sofa. "Yes," she grunted distastefully. "By my parents, whenever I do something bad, I hate it. No one touches my butt."

Takashi blinked then sat up and wrapped an arm around her. "Well, do they at least comfort you and forgive you in the end? Because I would If I had to spank you because I love you. You have a cute little backside. From now on, if they ever spank you, you're welcome to come over where I'll rub lotion on your poor backside." he offered her. "That is... if you'll let me touch your butt."

"No," snorted Amanda. "Touching butts is gross and disgusting! Only fags do that when they want to make love to other fags. That's what the boys at school say." Her demeanor changed. "Don't you like my tummy? You can rub my tummy. That always makes me feel better. Do you want to touch it?"

Takashi sighed at that "Oh Amanda... don't listen to those boys, trust me." she offered her tummy and nodded as he seated her back onto his lap and started rubbing her tummy. "I'll do whatever makes you happy, sis," he said.


A 10-year-old girl with straight, black hair that she usually keeps in a tight ponytail. She has a petite and agile figure, often wearing crop tops and jeans that reveal her smooth, flat stomach. She's energetic, precocious and unafraid to express herself freely. Her curiosity leads her to befriend new people easily, but she also holds firm boundaries regarding personal space. Despite her young age, Amanda displays an independent streak and has a strong sense of self-awareness.

Eighteen year-old Takashi was a young immigrant from Japan who came to California. His father was a well-known business man who landed a high position in the American branch of the company he worked in. He was in the process of moving into his new home when a certain little someone was watching all the while.

Little 10 year old Amanda was watching curiously as the new neighbors moved in. She stood beside her bike, staring intently. She was a curious, precocious little girl. She was quick to notice when something out of the ordinary, like new neighbors, occurred in her neighborhood. She was wearing little white sneakers, blue crop pants, and a red short-sleeve shirt that just barely came down past her ribs, exposing her smooth, pale stomach. She approached her new neighbor as cool and confident as though she'd known him for years. A friendly smile played on her lips. "Hi!" she chirped. "You're new here. I'm Amanda. It's nice to meet you."

Takashi had just finished moving in and was outside drinking a bottle of water when the little girl came up to him and introduced herself. She looked really cute, and he was a sucker for cute girls and smiled and knelt down. "Hey there, I'm Takashi. Nice to meet you two." he said back, speaking perfect English. "You're a cute kid... do you live around here?" he asked, rubbing her head.

Amanda beamed proudly, sucking in her soft stomach and trying to puff out her smooth, flat stomach. She brushed Takashi's hand from her head, merely because it was messing up her straight, black hair, which she had pulled into a tight ponytail. The comment about being a cute kid flattered her. She liked being called cute.

"Thank you," she grinned, acknowledging the compliment. "You're cute too. This is my neighborhood. I live just down the block here." She gestured down the street. "Takashi's a funny name. It's not American, is it?"

Takashi shook his head "Nope. I just came back from Japan with my mom and dad." he explained. "Do you like Anime?"

"My great-grandpa on my dad's mom's side almost went to Japan," Amanda said cheerfully once she recognized the name. "He got as far as Oak-in-ow-wah, then his buddy stepped on a landmine, and my great-grandpa got shrapnel in his legs, so he couldn't walk for a while. But my other great-grandpa on my mom's dad's side went to Japan in a big B-29, like the ones they used to drop the atom bombs. Is it true you build your cities out of paper? My grandpa says he heard stories as a kid, about how his dad would see these big fire storms 'cause all your paper buildings would be burning down." She completely missed Takashi's last question in her excitement.

Takashi blinked as she told him about WW2 stories told by her grandfather, and sweat dropped then sighed. "I see..." he chuckled as she was just a kid. "Yes... but that was a very long time ago. We have big steel modern cities just like you." he clarified. "Though we still preserve a lot of our old beautiful buildings. Would you like to come into my house?" he offered.

"No thanks," Amanda said, remembering her lessons in ''stranger danger''. She was content for the moment just to stand around and chat. "So, do you like it here?"

"Yes, I like it here... I'm a little homesick, but I'm dealing with it... school here is going to be interesting. Well, I should get back to work, I hope to see you again soon. It was nice talking to you Amanda." he parted, going back to his new house.

"It was nice talking to you too," Amanda grinned. With that, she hopped back on her bike in one fluid dancer's motion and pedaled off.

The next day Takashi was walking home from his first day at his new school, hoping to see that girl again. She was on his mind all day today.

As she rode her bike home from school, Amanda spotted Takashi again. She waved at him and went up to him. "Hi, again," she beamed. She was wearing jeans, this time, and sneakers. She'd worn a normal length blue t-shirt, but she'd rolled the bottom up after school to show off her belly. School dress codes insisted she not wear her little crop tops, but once outside, she could do as she pleased.

Takashi smiled when he saw her come up to him, glad to see her. "Hey, there did you have a good day at school?" he asked. He noticed her rolled up top and chuckled. "I hope they don't let you wear your shirt like that in school."

Amanda scowled when Takashi commented on her shirt. "You don't like it? Everyone else does. Except those stupid teachers. And those creepy old ladies at the grocery store. The older girls do it all the time." Amanda straightened up and patted her bare belly with one hand. "I like to show off my tummy."

Takashi chuckled and shook his head. "No, I'm okay with it, though it's not the part of a girl's body I like the most." he clarified. He points to her backside. "It's here I like."

"Ew!" snorted Amanda. "That's gross! Dogs like that. Boys are supposed to like girls here—" she patted her chest and cupped her hands under empty air to simulate breasts. "Of course, I'm too young to get boobies. I can't even wear a bra—not even one I can stuff. I have to wait till I'm 12. But tummies are pretty too."

Takashi chuckled "Oh you have a lot to learn little one. Yes, breasts are attractive, but so is the backside. I think your tummy is cute nonetheless. Though you should be careful when showing it off. There are bad people out there." he warned.

"Oh, I know all about that," scoffed Amanda. "My parents tell me about it all the time." She glanced at him up and down suddenly, as if sizing him up. "You're not a bad person, are you?"

Takashi shook his head "No no I'm not, trust me. I've beaten up plenty of bad people though to protect cute little girls like you. I wouldn't let anyone harm you," he assured her.

Amanda smiled at Takashi. "Thanks," she said. "I like you. You're cool. And you're kinda cute, too."

Takashi chuckled, "I think the same thing about you. The cute part." he complimented. Then he came up to his house. "Well, I'm here. You're always welcome to come in." He offered.

"Thanks," smiled Amanda in a sweet, flattered way. It was the first time any boy she liked called her cute. When they came to his house, she thanked him again. "But I really need to get home. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Takashi nodded. "Yeah tomorrow's Saturday, right? I see you after... oh wait... there's no school on Saturday here... boy, the school system here is way too easy." he chuckled. "Feel free to come by at any time tomorrow."

"Don't worry," grinned Amanda. "I will." With that, she hopped on her bike and pedaled off, swaying her little hips and looking back with a coy smile on her face.

The next morning, Takashi was up early, making breakfast just for himself. His parents had to work this weekend, so he had the whole house to himself for the day. After he finished breakfast, he went to play on his PS3, wondering if Amanda would show up today.

Unfortunately, Amanda's weekend schedule did not permit her to come out till afternoon. As she passed Takashi's place, she noticed, much to her disappointment, he wasn't out there. She considered just moving on, but curiosity, combined with her light crush on him, made her go take him up on his offer to come in. She knocked on his door. She was wearing jeans and a pink button-down—tied off well above her bare stomach.

Takashi didn't expect her to come until it was at least noon. When he heard the doorbell, he paused the game and bolted to the door. There she was. "Hey there Amanda, glad you could come, please come inside and leave your shoes at the door, please," he instructed.

Amanda smiled when she saw Takashi. Her smile became a crooked grimace when she heard his request. "How come?" she asked. She'd never heard of taking off one's shoes before going inside. She just wiped her feet on a mat first. She braced herself on the doorframe as she inspected the soles of her shoes for dog poo, the only thing that would render her shoes unwearable inside. The little muscles in her tummy stretched and tightened as she balanced herself.

"It's just how things are done in my house. Just leave your shoes right here." he pointed to where his shoes are in the corner of the entrance hall on the tile floor right next to the door.

Amanda slipped off her shoes and padded inside. She paused to let Takashi close the door. She trusted him.

After closing the door, he went into the kitchen, and she would notice there was a lot of Japanese decor throughout the house. "Make yourself at home. Have you eaten lunch yet?" he asked, looking in the fridge.

"I already ate," Amanda said, patting her tummy. She went and flopped herself down on his couch. She stretched herself, and wiggled her hips from side-to-side, flexing her bare tummy. "So what are you doing?" she asked him.

Takashi came back shortly with a plate of rice balls and some tempura fried shrimp. "Just getting a little something to eat for myself," he said. "Itadakimasu," he thanked before taking a bite. "Mmm..." he swallowed. "After I eat, would you like to play Super Mario? I've got an entire collection of them on the Wii U." he offered.

"Cool!" Amanda said in response to Takashi's offer to play video games. She liked games, though her parents never got her any. She always had to rely on her friends to provide games and game platforms. She was going to enjoy this afternoon.

After he finished eating, Takashi hooked up the Wii U and started playing Super Mario Bros. U with her. He hands her a controller, and they play. He chose his favorite character, Mario.

Amanda eagerly accepted the controller and began to play. She'd played with Wii's before, so she was a fairly good player. What she did like was the ability to move around as she played. She moved with the grace and fluidity of a dancer, flexing and stretching her little bare tummy.

Takashi would occasionally glance over as to see her graceful movements. She looked so cute and lovely as she played. They played cooperatively in the game, and a few hours passed before they beat the game. Takashi had beaten it before, but this was the first time beating it cooperatively. He gave here a high five. "Good game, Amanda, you were awesome!" he praised.

"Thanks," beamed Amanda. "That was so fun!" She collapsed into the sofa and stretched again, arcing her back and swaying from side to side. Her shirt rode up just above her ribs, and her belly flexed with the movements of her muscles. "That was such a cool game!"

Takashi was glad she was enjoying herself. "I'm glad you had fun. You're a fun girl to be with Amanda, and I'm glad I met you. You're really cute and full of energy." he flirted a little.

"Thanks," smiled Amanda. "You're really cool Takashi. And you're handsome too. I wish you could be my boyfriend."

Takashi chuckled, "Well, would you like me to be your big brother instead? Do you have any real siblings or are you an only child? I would love it if you were my cute little sister. We could almost be as close as boyfriend and girlfriend." he offered.

"I have an older sister and an older brother," shrugged Amanda. "But my brother's in college, and my sister's a teacher. They don't live here anymore. Besides, my sister never really liked me, and she and my brother always bullied me—at least my brother did, only when my sister was there to make him. He likes her more than me. But you like me, right?" She twisted around and gave Takashi puppy-dog eyes.

Takashi frowned when she mentioned her mean siblings. He smiled at her when she looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He pulled her toward him and hugged her close. "Yes, Amanda, I like you a lot. Your siblings should be ashamed. I promise to be the best big brother in the whole world." he promised her.

Amanda twisted around and returned Takashi's hug. But more than that: she squeezed him, rubbing her sensitive stomach against the soft fabric of his shirt. "I love you," she said, and kissed his cheek.

Takashi placed a hand on her cute little backside. He kissed her cheek back. "As do I my cute little sister... tell me... have you ever been spanked before?" he asked, rubbing her bottom.

Amanda broke the hug and pulled it away. She sat back down on the sofa. "Yes," she grunted distastefully. "By my parents, whenever I do something bad, I hate it. No one touches my butt."

Takashi blinked then sat up and wrapped an arm around her. "Well, do they at least comfort you and forgive you in the end? Because I would If I had to spank you because I love you. You have a cute little backside. From now on, if they ever spank you, you're welcome to come over where I'll rub lotion on your poor backside." he offered her. "That is... if you'll let me touch your butt."

"No," snorted Amanda. "Touching butts is gross and disgusting! Only fags do that when they want to make love to other fags. That's what the boys at school say." Her demeanor changed. "Don't you like my tummy? You can rub my tummy. That always makes me feel better. Do you want to touch it?"

Takashi sighed at that "Oh Amanda... don't listen to those boys, trust me." she offered her tummy and nodded as he seated her back onto his lap and started rubbing her tummy. "I'll do whatever makes you happy, sis," he said.

"Well, for one thing, don't ever touch my bottom—ever!" Amanda said, as she leaned back and stretched out her stomach. "But you can touch my tummy any time you want." She stretched again and flexed back and forth, her little muscles twitching. "Mmmm... That feels good."


A human male who appears to be in good physical shape, with muscular arms and legs. He dresses casually, opting for shorts and a tank top during the events of the story. Chase displays an adventurous and somewhat deviant nature. He's infatuated with his alien lover Amethyst, to the point of enabling her consumption habits even when it involves other humans. His fascination extends to finding pleasure in watching her feed and appreciating her resultant full figure. Despite his unconventional desires, he also shows signs of being caring and attentive towards Amethyst.

Chase laid back on the bed smiling as he looked to Amethyst as she readjusted her position. Her pussy having swallowed every last drop of his devious cum happily. Groaning as she sat up revealing her pregnant appearing body again. He licked his lips seeing his wife reduced to no more than the size of what would appear to be multiples. As she leaned over and embarrassed him he couldn't help but smile at all of this pleasure. Her soft predatory lips kissing him gently as he once again clutched her gurgling belly. "Mmmm quite the deposit I added to this already glorious mass inside you making you so big my queen." He praised happily, very self fulfilled.

Amethyst looked at her companion as he clutched her belly. "Yes, you sure added to it. But that's alright. I like to be full." She said with a wink before smiling. Leaning on him she watched as he seemed to be content with how she looked. "I think I want you to discover my next meal. I want to be taken out like you would have your wife, then you can lead me to your worst enemy or your best friend. I don't care. Or bring me to the zoo at closing." She said with a teasing wink as she looked at him. "What do you want to do with me?"

*I like to be full, I want you to find my next me, take me out like you would have your wife.* Chase resonated at all her mysterious pleasing words. Her hands tracing over her belly as she patted it lovingly. His head flooding with ideas, and potential victims that could and would be next for his new companion. Then it hit him with her words. *The zoo! Brilliant!* His eyes widened and perked up at the thought. It was the perfect plan, the zoo was not far from him at all, and it was filled with large various forms of wildlife at Amethyst's feeding disposal.

"My love that's perfect... the zoo! I think we should hold off on more humans for now... I don't want to draw too much attention to my queen to quickly with her having just arrived on Earth." He grinned leaning down kissing her pregnant appearing belly clutching it possessively. "Won't be long till Megan is all gone and your belly will be flat again my queen. Shall we get ready for our first official meal binge date?" He asked her brimming with excitement.

Amethyst looked at him as he mentioned the zoo. She laughed a little bit as she leaned into his touch. "Well, you were mentioning animals earlier. From my research, a zoo is a commonplace filled with animals. Is it not?" She asked looking at him with a smile before he kissed her belly. She laughed slightly her jealousy starting to take control.

"Forget Megan. She is practically long gone and in less than an hour I shall return to normal and you won't have to think of her again." She said strictly before moving to grab his hand and nod to his question. "It sounds delicious." She said as she licked her lips with excitement.

Chase's eyes widened as he was very impressed on the amount of knowledge that she already possessed of Earth. "Yes it is, very clever." He grinned pleased as she spoke more stern. He grinned up to her over her big belly kissing it softly as his eyes stayed locked on hers. "Mmmm don't worry my queen, I'm all yours. It's just very erotic to me still referring to her while she resides here in your huge belly... nothing but a meal for my new lover." He grinned before leaning up and folding his muscular arms across her stomach and smiling.

One last gaze to her bright eyes and he sat up smiling as he edged himself off the bed. Going to his closest he grabbed some boxers and shorts and slide them up his muscular legs, encasing his satisfied cock once more. "Only issue is finding something for you to wear babe." He chuckled, "Help yourself to your new closest that was hers... although hiding the belly might be a problem." He grinned to her, not upset at all of her potentially having to let some of his digesting wife hang out.

Amethyst looked over at him and smiled softly. "I know you're mine. I plan to remove of anyone that stands in my way." She said with a soft chuckle, knowing that she wasn't joking but she refused to tell him that. She smiled at him as he edged off the bed. "Thank you for the clothes. My belly won't be a problem, it fades over time. It will be gone soon. Mustn't go out this far in the process one minute I look pregnant and then I don't they might be concerned."

She stood up and walked to the closet. She glanced through there and smiled. "You like me this way the most, so I will make sure we get enough food so that I can eat them to be full at all times."

Chase loved hearing how possessive Amethyst was of him. Biting his lips as he himself got dressed, watching her waddle slowly over to his wardrobe. Listening to her talk of her belly made him moan softly under his breath, as it gurgled and groaned audibly. Assuring him her pregnant appearance was soon to be over, and she'd be ready for feed for him again. Hearing her talk of how much she'd eat made his eyes widen. Sliding on a pair of shorts and a tank top he watched her. "Oh yes my love... I can't wait to watch all of this." He assured her, peering out his window as the sun was beginning to set. The zoo would be closed soon, and their night of fun could begin. "Shall we?" He motioned to the door frame as he walked out allowing her to finish getting ready in private. He walked to his front porch and unlocked his truck, just waiting for his companion.

Amethyst looked at him as he seemed very happy about her desirable figure. She grinned before shaking her booty before grabbing a light yellow skirt, putting it on while leaving her belly bare. "Does your woman wear something just to cover her breasts. I know nudity is frowned upon in your culture. But I don't feel comfortable just walking with a shirt on. If that works for you?" She asked him carefully before he walked to the front porch. Grabbing something that looked close to what she asked she followed suit. She walked towards the truck and looked at him. "What are we doing first?"

Watching Amethyst reappear to the porch, Chase's jaw practically hit the floor. Seeing her clad in the skirt with just her breasts covered and her bug digesting belly invitingly glistening in the lowering sun light. As she spoke he shook his trance. "Oh um yes my queen, nudity is not appropriate in public for humans. Nor do I want others getting the view that I have been able to." He winked softly as she reached him. His hands anxious going to her belly as he opened the truck door for her. Assisting as she climbed up in he leaned down to kiss her bare stomach as it seemed to glorp and gurgle loudly wanting to finish off its meal in anticipation of the next meal.

Chase climbed up into the truck and smiled to her. So pleased with their meeting and the opportunity to be with her as they started to drive to the zoo. "Well I'll take you through the city so you have time to finish off my wife and sight seeing a little bit my queen." He smiled warmly to her, one hand reaching over to grasp hers.


An alien being with a human-like form, her skin and eyes retaining some of the characteristics of her alien state. She has purple hair, indicative of her extraterrestrial origin. Her figure varies depending on how recently she's fed, becoming pregnant-like after a meal. Personality-wise, Amethyst is assertive and possessive over Chase, showing a sense of humor and playfulness in their interactions. She also displays a kind of ruthlessness, as evidenced by her willingness to consume humans for sustenance and eliminate anyone who stands in their way.

Watching Amethyst reappear to the porch, Chase's jaw practically hit the floor. Seeing her clad in the skirt with just her breasts covered and her bug digesting belly invitingly glistening in the lowering sun light. As she spoke he shook his trance. "Oh um yes my queen, nudity is not appropriate in public for humans. Nor do I want others getting the view that I have been able to." He winked softly as she reached him. His hands anxious going to her belly as he opened the truck door for her. Assisting as she climbed up in he leaned down to kiss her bare stomach as it seemed to glorp and gurgle loudly wanting to finish off its meal in anticipation of the next meal.

Chase climbed up into the truck and smiled to her. So pleased with their meeting and the opportunity to be with her as they started to drive to the zoo. "Well I'll take you through the city so you have time to finish off my wife and sight seeing a little bit my queen." He smiled warmly to her, one hand reaching over to grasp hers.

Amethyst looked at him and smiled, he seemed attracted to her. She was purple, her hair in the human form represented that matter, but her skin and eyes were similar when she was in her alien form. She glanced at him noticing how he looked at her. She sat in with his help and buckled.

"That sounds interesting. I haven't been about much. I landed a ways away from here, then I headed this way and well... now I'm here. I do think we should discuss things. Did people think your wife would be capable of leaving? If not maybe we should consider, changing towns. My house was... rented. But easily can be rid of and yours you could go with and pick somewhere else to go. I know you like seeing me feed, so depending on my length of time here, you could raise animals yourself for feedings?"


A demon of large and imposing stature, his body hardened by countless battles. His hands are rough and skilled, hinting at years of experience in various forms of combat and manipulation. He possesses a cruel sense of humor and takes pleasure in the discomfort and torment of others, particularly those who defy him. Despite his brutish nature, he exhibits a surprising level of patience when it comes to achieving his goals. His dominant personality is further emphasized by his forceful actions and intimidating presence.

"Hmm, not very talkative are you?" As Kazu walked closer to Ariel, he inspected her face. Peering closer, he lift her chin up with his hand stroking her smooth face. "You know what? Your chain mail that your wearing is annoying me now." Looking her right in the eye. Despite her protests. He unhinged her supporting armor around her. Letting it fall to the floor around them. "Guards take this chain mail to be researched and dismantled if you don't find anything out of it." With the guards opening the door. Kazu chucked the chain mail to them.

"As for her, we need bit of privacy together for about an hour." The guards nodding their heads knew what he'd meant straight away. "So tell me your name again or suffer at the hands of a demon." Caressing her face with a stern look in his eye. Showing that he would do anything to get what he wanted. Feeling her breasts through her top as he waited for an answer.

Ariel didn't bother to respond. Clearly she wasn't going to talk, but instead remain stony-faced and silent. This foul demon would not break her, no matter what torture it devised. Ariel could feel her celestial mail being removed, the finely wrought chain leaving her body. The moment its support left, her breasts seemed to almost swing free. They were surprisingly large for an angel of her build, rising up against her chest and pressing against the white angelic covering. The two orbs seemed to be fine targets as well, given the way the demon looked and moved.

His hands had found those mounds, and Ariel's eyes widened. She'd anticipated torture, physical pain and quite probably some psychological or emotional damaging. however, she did not expect him to start pressing himself against her body. The angel hadn't any experience in such things, only a dim knowledge based from mandatory watching of the humans. The hands scared her more than any weapon could, and she found herself attempting to escape.

Kazu was about have a bit of fun with her. He wanted her to experience new things, maybe change her way of thinking. He had sat right behind her, laid his battle hardened hands over angelic breasts. Getting aroused his started to circle her breasts in a smooth motion. Then every now and then he would pinch her nipples. He wanted to make her suffer. Play with her to the point of climax and then suddenly stop. Leaving her completely vulnerable and willing.

Both of his knees were on the floor as he was kneeling behind so close that he tucked right up to her. "Are you still not going to talk angel?" He kept playing with larges breasts at the same time his arousal was getting better of him. She could probably feel a foreign object rubbing up against her back.

Those hands continued playing with the orbs. Blood flowed, and Ariel could feel it rushing. A few plays, and the nipples would soon become hard, the twin nubs seeming even more tantalizing to the demon. The angel felt the heat grow, a discomfort that started in her chest and seemed to grow. Stranger still, a pressure had begun to form between her legs: something completely alien.

She forced her eyes up, meeting his. The blue of her blazing orbs shot into him, still defiant. Yet the flush upon her cheeks showed that her body wasn't quite as resistant as her mind and eyes. She could feel something pressing against her back, rubbing, however her mind didn't instantly supply the correct something. Instead, she figured him to be prodding her with a staff of some kind, threatening her. This meant that the torture would soon go from this strange rubbing to pain, something she could handle. So Ariel resisted further, the defiance as strong as ever.

Kazu had known she wouldn't talk for a good long while now. Instead of questioning her all the time. He focused his efforts on her body. Slipping through her top from the under her garment. His bare hands laid on her semi-erect nipples. Her great breasts felt even better now, although tinged a slight cold air syndrome. Giving her lovely breasts good squeeze. He didn't just stop there. Withdrawing his left hand briefly, he came back to rip her garment into two halves by his sheer force.

Despite her defiance and silent mouth, he wondered long she could hold on that effort. Both his hands were back fondling her nice breasts. There was gap between her legs. He placed his bulge right there, rubbing under her thighs with his hard on.

Bare hands now slid completely under Ariel's top. She gasped as the rough hands found her soft breasts, molding and shaping them. Calloused fingers ran across soft, untouched flesh, teasing and taunting with great skill. They found the nipples, moving them, drawing them into the cold air. A gentle squeeze compressed the two mounds of flesh, making Ariel stifle a gasp.

The gasp turned into a near groan of surprise as he ripped away her upper garment. The halves parted, baring the soft skin underneath. Two impressive orbs, big enough to spill over in Kazu's hands, were now freed to the air. The moment the chill of the dungeon touched the sensitive tips, they hardened further.

Then the bulge pressed between Ariel's legs. She fought to close them, even drawing forth her wings to further shield her body. Those muscular thighs strained, clamping toward. Something was rubbing against her thighs, seeking out the tender spots. Again, Ariel assumed he was about to begin the painful torture, and again, she reacted as such.

Kazu had began tenderly kissing her neck, with his skillful hands and fingers playing with his huge breasts. Circling them with utmost care. He moved one south to search for her inner thighs. He run it down to the entry of pussy. Moments later he had continued to kiss and bite her neck playfully. Where as her tits stay erect as he fondled them with pleasure.

He took both hands away from her body and stopped kissing her, only to stand up for a moment. Walking around to her front where saw her complete erect nipples in the cold. The bulge was more evident now, she could longer think of it as a weapon.

He quickly removed his trousers to reveal a huge monster cock, pointing up. So much it could terrify her. "That weapon you thought was between your thighs yeah, is this silly angel." He hoped that should embarrass her.

Ariel's innocent body wasn't used to this, not even slightly. Those fingers played with her, teasing and tormenting. The tit flesh moved with the hands, little streaks of white being left on the tanned skin. Those digits swirled about, moving around the nipple, drawing it almost as though milking a tip. Heat shot straight to them now, turning them into burning points of need, perched just at the edge of her. Then the hands were traveling down, moving beneath her covering. It found her feathery light pubic hair, as downy and soft as ever. Then the fingers found the entrance of her pussy. Already the honeyed dew of angel arousal showed at the entrance of that sacred place, and the slightest touch seemed to create more.

Stopped. Ariel was panting now, her chest heaving with each breath. Fully flushed, hair already disheveled, she forced her eyes to meet her tormentor. The bulge at his codpiece was quite evident, and Ariel found her eyes drifting there. Then he removed the coverings, and the thing that popped out looked monstrous. Thick, throbbing and cruel, it hung between his legs, now jutting up at her. it almost looked as though the head winked cruelly, hinting toward its future.

Realization was starting to sink in now. This was to be a slightly different torture. Physical, but not something that Ariel had been trained. She found her eyes locked upon that throbbing cock, knowing exactly where he was thinking of putting it. "It looks blunt," she managed. Swallow, and look up, meeting the gaze with the little defiance she could still muster.

Kazu was amazed that she actually spoke for once. Just a sentence but still, it was just the beginning for him. He stood there for a moment, before walking closer to her. Dropping his knees he was level with her on the floor. "It's blunt alright. But this melons are a bit erect aren't they." Literally poking both of her nipples teasingly.

His mighty cock was jerking a bit still. With his large but skilled hands he roamed around the entrance of her angelic pussy. Slowly turning his hand under with his palm facing up. His middle had plunged into her tight pussy. At the same time he looked in her blue eyes, looking for the lack of defiance. Pulling out his finger out slowly, he watched her reactions before plunging it back in. He did same old annoying motion for next few moments.

"I can stop anytime you want." He lied of course, when he said that to her, he had increased his fingering pace. He'd stop after leaving her completely disheveled. Tilting his head he waited for her eager answer.


An angel of impressive build with large breasts and soft, untouched skin. Her eyes are a defiant blue that blaze with unwavering strength even in the face of torment. She has feathery light pubic hair, as downy and soft as one might expect from a celestial being. Despite her physical allure, she is inexperienced in matters of sexual intimacy, having only observed humans from afar. Her personality is characterized by strong resistance and silent defiance; she refuses to succumb to fear or intimidation easily. She's resilient, determined, and unyielding, demonstrating remarkable courage under distressing circumstances.

Ariel's innocent body wasn't used to this, not even slightly. Those fingers played with her, teasing and tormenting. The tit flesh moved with the hands, little streaks of white being left on the tanned skin. Those digits swirled about, moving around the nipple, drawing it almost as though milking a tip. Heat shot straight to them now, turning them into burning points of need, perched just at the edge of her. Then the hands were traveling down, moving beneath her covering. It found her feathery light pubic hair, as downy and soft as ever. Then the fingers found the entrance of her pussy. Already the honeyed dew of angel arousal showed at the entrance of that sacred place, and the slightest touch seemed to create more.

Stopped. Ariel was panting now, her chest heaving with each breath. Fully flushed, hair already disheveled, she forced her eyes to meet her tormentor. The bulge at his codpiece was quite evident, and Ariel found her eyes drifting there. Then he removed the coverings, and the thing that popped out looked monstrous. Thick, throbbing and cruel, it hung between his legs, now jutting up at her. it almost looked as though the head winked cruelly, hinting toward its future.

Realization was starting to sink in now. This was to be a slightly different torture. Physical, but not something that Ariel had been trained. She found her eyes locked upon that throbbing cock, knowing exactly where he was thinking of putting it. "It looks blunt," she managed. Swallow, and look up, meeting the gaze with the little defiance she could still muster.


An off-white Pegasus sporting an arctic blue mane and cerulean eyes, whose appearance is further distinguished by her suit of Enclave power armor. Her persona is a mix of assertiveness and practicality; she's not afraid of confrontation but prefers peaceful resolutions when possible. She's highly competent, well-organized, and mission-focused, which occasionally comes off as aloof or cold. Despite this outward sternness, Snow shows signs of compassion and altruism in her role as a medic, hinting at a deeper empathy for others. Her patience may be tested by those who aren't as disciplined or focused as she is.

New Appleoosa, a massive town built around an old train yard and as such a natural place for information and trading among the waists. Combine it's natural location, with the fact that the old box cars made excellent walls for defensive positions when stacked as they were, the many homes built from passenger cars, and the population of so many ponies in addition to the travelers and it was a pretty safe place to be in the wasteland. This is where it all began, an old saloon in the highest level of the place called Turnpike Tavern.

Snow, an off-white pegasus with an arctic blue mane and cerulean eyes, sat there dawned in a suit of Enclave power armor, something that oddly enough didn't raise to many eyebrows. The place smelled of rotting fruit, piss, and alcohol, it smelled like something comforting tothe mare with a glass in her hooves. She'd been instructed a few days ago by a mercenary group that she was to meet a unicorn here, one that she was supposed to help scavenge that death-trap that Was old Canterlot. At first she'd scoffed at it, nopony in their right mind would take a job in a place like that. Then they told her about the caps and the hospital they were raiding.

New Hope hospital, home to an old mega spell and a ventilation system that still worked keeping the place relatively safe... so long as it was accessed by the air. It gave her an opportunity to loot a place the Enclave and nopony else had ever touched. The medical supplies there alone could easily save hundreds of lives! That mixed with fact that there was ten-thousand caps waiting for her when she returned with what she was sent for had her absolutely ecstatic about it. Although now she had to wait for some unknown Mercenary, content to drown herself in sweet sweet rum for now.

The sounds of rather loud patrons filled the air, most of them other's yelling for more drinks or just others yelling for no reason. Though at the end of the bar sat a female unicorn, most of her light blue coat covered in armor. Her mane, which was usually a lighter gray, was now showing signs of black, caked on dust and dirt everywhere. A small rabbit like creature stood on top of the bar, making random noises here and there as the unicorn had drank. Honestly it looked like the Unicorn had been listening to every single sound that the creature made, nodding along with it. Taking another long sip of her now almost finished drink, The unicorn sighed.

"So let me get this straight, You're visiting here from your burrow and you stopped by to scavenge food from any source possible." The Rabbit creature let out a series of sounds again, The unicorn just nodding. "Freddric the Radbit?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at that. "Odd name but, name's Amber. I'm sorry little guy but I got some news for you. You're not going to find anything here. Plus, I'm sure most here would try to eat you before you find something yourself." Amber explained, watching the Radbit stand alert at that. A smile formed on her face, pointing a hoof to a nearby wall. "There a hole about your size, leads right to the wastes, I suggest you take it." The radbit had just nodded at this, immediately jumping down from the bar and dashing out the small hole.

Snow watched with a quirked brow. A mare who talked to animals, gray mane, leather barding, and cyber augment of the right hind leg. Seemed like her mare She stood up, grabbing her helmet after slamming back the shot and trotted over, only to be interrupted by one of the patrons coming down in front of her, a mountain of an Earth pony. "What's an Enclave like you doing down here? Come to spy on us, or destroy this place like New Haven?" He asked, both making Snow cringe and a few get up; this could get ugly fast. A few pulled out guns and one grabbed a chair. Everything a dark contrast to the energy weapons that looked freshly polished on her armor.

"Look, I'm not Enclave anymore okay, I'm a Dashite who just happened to get past an old gate and get some armor okay; I don't want any trouble. I helped a little filly in that clinic of yours too so I'm not against you."She stated, taking a step back. "I'm only here to meet some merc named Amber for a job." She stated, raising up a hoof while one snuck up behind her. "Please just back down, I've done nothing but be civil, I even paid my tab in full!" She really didn't want this to get bloody. She took a glance at the other mare, she could take them all but it would end horribly for everyone involved.

Amber's eras had perked up once she head her name, starting to get up from her seat and look over to the mare. This was already going to shit fast. "Whoa whoa, Gentlecolts. is that any way to treat a mare when she comes through these doors?" She asked, her drink floating over to her, surrounded by a dark blue aura. "If the mare is here to talk with somepony then let her talk to somepony alright?" She asked, walking over to one of the colts and leaning on him, starting to take another drink from her mug. "Now let's all just sit the hell back down and drink alright? If the little mare causes any trouble then we can all beat her until nothing's left. Sound good?" Amber continued again, doing what she called her best to calm everypony down.

A few of the patrons had started to nod, nodding to each other and starting to sit down, a few lowering their weapons but continuing to stand. Amber though had still been leaning on the earth pony, casually drinking like nothing was wrong. "Yo Buck, may want to follow your friends and sit down too. Don't want to be mean to the nice mare now do you?" She asked, waiting for some type of response. She had drank in this bar for over a year now and slowly got to know most of the patrons, even the more brute like ones. The year of drinking though had made her less affected by most of the others, including bigger colts. "Lets not turn this into a bloodbath okay? I just got this armor."

Snow watched the mare carefully, a suave talker huh? To boot she seemed as kind of a scholar, well built but that pistol didn't require much to fire. None the less she saw the others back off, returning to their seats, that mountain of a pony finally doing the sane and thus defusing the bar around them. She sighed and took a seat at the bar. "Sun and moon above that was to close. What are you drinking, it's the least i can do." She stated, petting another stool next to her. "I'm pretty sure you're who I need to talk to too.You have the job specs?" She asked with a slight smile, she'd finely worked with some others that were a lot less easy on the eyes. That with her slight buzz and the draining adrenaline certainly left behind a feeling of relaxation .

Amber had taken a breath once the rest of the patrons had sat down. Setting the now empty mug of her glass down on the bar, she sat down next to the mare, tapping her hoof on the bar. "Nice of you but not needed. Drinks are always better when the bartender thinks you're an important pony." The Mare laughed, taking a sip of her drink as a fresh one was handed to her. "Job Specs?" She asked. seeming to think to herself for a moment. "I was told to stick with you. Nothing else really." Amber explained. "They just said to stick with some Pegasus and ill get paid when back. If they did tell me anything, I may have been drunk. Strong possibility really. Dulls the pain and all."

Snow let her face meet the bar. Great, just great, a partner who had no idea what the mission was even supposed to be about. "I'm no stranger to a good time, but there are times filly, and when you're being given specs ain't one of em." She stated, pulling out a cord from her power armor. "Give me that Pip-Buck of yours." She stated, kind of pushing the cord in without waiting for a response. A few beeps rang out and the cord quickly pulled away. "There's a map of the ruins with where the fog is most concentrated in an over-lay. Our target is the hospital. You have any problem with heights?" She asked with a sigh, this job was going to be fun, she needed to go pick up some chems to deal with this.

Amber rose an eyebrow, glancing over to the Pegasus. "Did you just call me filly?" She asked. Taking a sip of her drink and shaking her head. "Look, I got minimal orders and that about it." She explained, letting The Pegasus plug something into her Pip-Buck, seeming to ignore the beeping. "Heights are not something I dislike. Though if you didn't like them, I would be worried. What are we going there for anyways?" She asked, glancing to her Pip-Buck for a moment. "Must be something mighty important to even want to go near that Celestia forsaken place. Got a death wish or something? Pegasus in trouble? Something shiny you just had to have?"

Snow rolled her eyes, this was going to be fun. "No I have a need for both the medical supplies in that building and the knowledge, although there's a megaspell in there and that's what our client wants. Supposedly one designed by Fluttershy herself before the great war." She started to stand, giving a bit of a sigh as she twisted her helmet before putting it on, the displays inside working through diagnostics and finally pulling up a heads-up-display. "We'll have to trot most of the way there, but then we'll have to fly in. You think we should purchase anything first?" She asked, her voice had a robotic tinge to it now. "I have five-hundred caps I can spare for spending." She started for the door, clearly expecting Amber to follow.

Amber however hadn't been listening to Snow in the slightest, spotting a small group of mice wonder in from some of the small holes in the wall. "Get whatever you want. I couldn't care less." She said, starting to finish up her drink. As she had finished, Amber set the mug down on the table, giving a small nod to the bar tender and she walked to the door. Catching up with the mare, she simply cleared her throat. "So what's the stick up your flank? Honestly it's like im talking to a pissed off robot. Also you can take the helmet off, no one's going to shoot you. Well unless you slept with someone around here." She laughed, clearly a bit tipsy at this point.

Snow couldn't help but sigh again, was this mare really this clueless? She started down the ramp towards Absolutely Everything, the hot day and the dust blowing everywhere was an incentive enough to leave it on. "Actually I don;t know if you know, but pegasi here are kind of seen as less that a rad-roach. I tend to get shot at a lot, or at least taken down, besides there's going to be a dust storm blowing through here in say... two hours so I think it might be best to leave it on, and for you to get a mesh cloak and some face gear; take it from me; the stuff sucks in servose systems like those in your leg." She stated, pushing open the door to the little shack store and immediately getting a very squishy hug, thank Celestia for power armor, from the nicest ghoul ever Ditzy. "Hey Ditzy, you have those batteries and that broken rifle I asked about, oh and a fiber shall?"

She got a quick nod and a rush to one corner, the shall tossed on the counter along with some kind of broken energy weapon and two fission batteries. A quick scribble from a note pad and the total came to seven hundred bits. Five plasma grenades and four-hundred fifty caps later and she was putting away the rifle and batteries and slinging the shall over herself. "Get what you need, I'll be waiting outside." She stated, stepping out the door.

"I'm fully aware how they are seen. You think I wouldn't have jumped up to save you if I didn't like you? People in this town stick to old ways. Those old ways include hating Pegasi so I stepped in." Amber explained. "Don't worry about me, I got some gear in my bag." Once they had entered Absolutely Everything though, Amber stood back, leaning on the wall. "Usual there Ditzy." She had spoken up, getting up from the wall and putting a few caps on the counter. Ditzy had looked down at the caps, shaking her head slightly and taking something from under the counter. Bringing out a large bottle she set it on the counter, sliding it over with a slightly annoyed look on her face. Taking the bottle and putting it in her bag.

Snow sighed when she saw that, not that she didn't have her own inner demons, given the amount of chems she carried around on a regular basis. "Hey I'm sorry okay, I just got a partner who doesn't know the mission specs, and I was almost mauled for the eighth time today. I shouldn't take it out on you though; to be truthful when I'm not partying I try to be pretty nice. I'm a medic by trade and those supplies could help a lot of ponies." She stated, starting towards the gates of the city and looking up at the mountain in the distance. "We have a choice here, through the main caves, or the pass that leads through the main mountains. Though the prior is likely filled with pockets of that accursed cloud." She stated, stepping out of the gate with a sigh, working through some diagnostics on her helmet. "I'm guessing by that pip-buck you're a stable-dweller?" She asked,starting towards the mountain in the distance, keeping a close eye on her Eyes Forward Sparkle.

Amber seemed to listen silently, already starting to pull a metal flask out of her bag. "Medic huh? Never did like doctors to much, then again most stallion doctors just want to poke me with giant needles. You don't want to do that do you?" She asked, starting to take a drink of the liquid inside. "This thing?" She asked, holding up her foreleg. "Yep. Born and raised. Guess my ancestors were smart enough to get to shelter when the mega spells hit." Amber explained, taking another drink from the flask before putting it back into her bag. "Hell, first steps out of the vault left me minus a leg." Amber seem to chuckle at this, a small smile forming on her face. "Didn't know what he beeping was, next thing I remember is waking up in some town minus a leg, a robotic one in it's place."

Snow chuckled a bit at that. "I doubt it unless I have to perform surgery or you like that kind of stuff and I somehow get you in my bedroll." The grass crunched under her feet and the air around seemed to cling to her like the hot iron ready to be pressed into her flesh. She didn't have to take a glance over her shoulder to know she was being followed. Though she couldn't suppress a wince from the story. "Ouch, likely a frag mi-" Her ears bolted up and she tackled Amberto the ground just as a bullet wizzed past their heads. "Keep your head down. Let them think they hit you until I draw their fire." She flapped her wings, servos in her armor coming to life and jetting her upwards, her cloak flying off in the process.

"Hey dumb-ass, you hit the wrong target!" She stated, spinning as a barrage of bullets flew her way, the cannons at her side glowing for an instant before a blast of energy left them, slamming into the ground about two-hundred meters away, four ponies sitting there all in full combat armor. It was clear that somepony didn't want them getting into Canterlot, or Zebratown. Her wings tucked in as she dove towards the ground, only tho slam her wings back just in time to not hit the ground and for her saddle to launch out two more bolts, this time turning the sniper's head into a spray of red and chunks, one of them looking on in horror only for a second before grabbing the rifle himself and taking aim. Although she'd done as she wanted, they were focused purely on her.


A female Unicorn whose light blue coat is mostly covered in armor. Her mane, usually lighter gray, often appears dark due its frequent exposure dust and dirt. She has a distinct characteristic of communicating effectively even non-verbal entities like animals. Despite her outward toughness, she enjoys indulging in alcohol and seems less concerned about mission specifics than her partner, Snow. This somewhat carefree attitude hints at an underlying resilience or perhaps a coping mechanism for dealing harsh realities of their world. Her cybernetic leg enhancement suggests past adversity and her adaptability.

Amber seemed to listen silently, already starting to pull a metal flask out of her bag. "Medic huh? Never did like doctors to much, then again most stallion doctors just want to poke me with giant needles. You don't want to do that do you?" She asked, starting to take a drink of the liquid inside. "This thing?" She asked, holding up her foreleg. "Yep. Born and raised. Guess my ancestors were smart enough to get to shelter when the mega spells hit." Amber explained, taking another drink from the flask before putting it back into her bag. "Hell, first steps out of the vault left me minus a leg." Amber seem to chuckle at this, a small smile forming on her face. "Didn't know what he beeping was, next thing I remember is waking up in some town minus a leg, a robotic one in it's place."


A 29 years old dominant and calculating woman, possessing an alluring cold smile that masks her ruthless ambition. Her appearance exudes power and sophistication; she often dresses in high-end attire complemented by expensive jewelry. She has a penchant for black dresses and stockings, which highlight her well-maintained physique. Despite the toughness etched on her face from a challenging past, there's an undeniable seductiveness to her demeanor. As a successful business owner, she navigates the corporate world with shrewdness and determination, not hesitating to use manipulation when necessary. However, beneath this tough exterior lies an individual who takes pleasure in exerting control over others---particularly her male assistant---revealing a darker side to her character.

Jamie sat in her office dressed in her stockings, black dress, and expensive jewelry. She signed away on papers that needed signing. She took a call from one of the investors of the company who informed her that they wanted to see a 3% growth in sales the next quarter. She told them, "Yes, of course, we'll do our best." Hanging up, Jamie sat back in her seat, sighing. She looked around her office, frustrated.

Walking to her door, she exited it and looked at her assistant's desk. Smirking she walked over to his desk and knocked twice on the wooden table to grab his attention. Once he looked at her, she beckoned him with a finger into her office. Walking ahead of him she waited for him to enter and locked the door behind him.

"Hello Doug, how are you... feeling today?" She asked as she walked behind him to a closet. She was in the mood to really let out some frustrations so she opened the closet door to take out some of her toys she used on Doug her pretty boy assistant. Jamie was so glad to hire him 3 months ago. It took a while for him to let her do what she wanted with him. But once she threatened to fire him, he seemed to put up with her sexual torture.

Doug knew that Jamie was pretty busy for most of the day, which made him glad. The more time she needed to spend on other things, the less time she could spend on torturing him. And the less time she could spend on using him as her toy, the more time he had to actually work, and hope to impress everyone enough to earn a promotion, so he wouldn't be stuck with her for much longer. But for now, he just had to grit his teeth and think of other things every time she decided to bully him.

Apparently, her work was done, as she came over to his desk and knocked on it. He looked up at her, and saw her beckoning him. He knew what was about to come. He sighed, and stood up, making sure to put his work into his desk, and lock it, so nobody could get the idea to take credit for his work, or just to ruin it to mess with him. He walked after her, and kept his look down, although he did make use of one of the very, very few positives his work position had: At the very least, Jamie had body which wasn't all too bad to look at.

At her question, he had to stop himself from saying. 'Rather well, until you came along. Say, could you do me a favour, and use those toys to torment yourself rather than me?', instead going with the much more appropriate. "I'm feeling fine, ma'am."

"Good, that is very good." Jamie then turned around with handcuffs in her hand. "Sit," she ordered pointing to the coffee table in front of her desk. Jamie would watch as Doug walked over to the table and sit on it. Jamie loved playing with Doug. He was so much stronger and masculine than the others. But he looked so, so fine. She thought back to a meeting she had last week in which he sat next to her, and she touched his penis through his trousers the entire time. His face was a face of sheer determination. He did well. And now she wanted to reward him.

"So here is the gist, I'm going to play with your cock today. And if you're good I may just let you cum all over that table. If you're bad, then you'll be working the rest of the day on a very pink and red ass. Understand?" And to prove her point she took out a wooden paddle that was quite large and placed it on the table behind him.

"Now, unzip the trousers and pull your cock out." If he followed her directions she would handcuff him when done. If not, she would handcuff him and do the task for him.

Doug did as she commanded, the same as always. Most of the time, he did have a look on his face that he knew she didn't really like. It wasn't negative, of course, he was wiser than to do that, but he just kept his face either blank or determined most of the time, not wanting to give her the pleasure of getting an actual reason to punish him further (Although she usually didn't really need one). The same as the one he had now.

When she told him what she was to do to him, he was glad it wasn't anything worse, and said "Yes, ma'am.", eyeing the paddle slightly suspiciously. He very much wanted to take that paddle, pull Jamie over his lap, and give her a spanking until she wouldn't be able to sit for a week, but he knew he couldn't. At her directions, he unzipped his trousers, and let his cock out, then allowed her to handcuff her. He looked around the room, looking for something interesting he could keep his mind on to stop himself from snapping at her while she was busy.

"Good boy," Jamie said as she saw him obey her order. She went behind him and handcuffed his hands behind his back. Jamie slapped his face, lightly before walking around the desk to stand in front of him. Slowly she got on her knees and grasped his cock. "Look at this limp dick Doug. This won't do." Jamie stood and went to her closet and came back with some lube. She squirted some in her hand and then put the bottle on the ground next to her knees. Jamie took hold of Doug's penis again and began to stroke it nice and slowly.

"How does that feel Doug? Getting harder?" Jamie smirked as she lightly moaned, "Mmm..." getting into the rhythm of stroking his semi-hard cock.

Doug grumbled mentally as she called him good boy, although he didn't let it show. He wasn't a dog, wasn't a pet. The slap didn't help his mood that much either. Although luckily it appeared Jamie wasn't in an all too sadistic mood today. When she walked away to get some lube, he gritted his teeth, wishing for the umpteenth time in the past 3 months that he could have been offered a job somewhere else earlier.

When she started to stroke him, he clenched his teeth again. It wasn't hard to resist now, but he didn't want to let any sound out before he could no longer resist. He answered truthfully. "It feels good, Ma'am. You can feel I'm getting harder for yourself."

Jamie heard Doug's smart remark and chuckled. She stroked him harder to get her revenge. "Well you are quite right. It looks just magnificent, doesn't it?" Jamie began to use both hands then. She kept one at the head of his cock squeezing it as the hand on the bottom moved up and down. The sounds of slapping and slurping filled the room as she picked up the pace then. "Did you finish the report I gave you today? The one for our investors? You need to make sure you reflect on last quarter's sells properly."

Jamie leered at Doug's face watching him closely for a reaction.

"I suppose you would know that better than me. I'm not really experienced with the sight of the genitals of other men." Doug blurted out, before being capable of slapping himself for making that comment. He hoped Jamie didn't catch on to the fact the comment could be viewed as him calling her a slut.

Either for that, or for some other reason, she seemed to decide to double her actions, making it harder for Jamie to focus. At her next question, he put a bit more thought into it. "Yes, ma'am. It was the first thing I did when I got to my desk this morning. I'll make sure to... give it to you before the end of the day." He said, a groan nearly slipping out of him near the end of the sentence, but he managed.

Jamie sighed when she saw he was doing his best not to show signs of pleasure. He kept doing this to himself, and to her. She caught his previous comment that was for sure. Too bad, she was not playing with any other men right now. She usually did with previous assistants. Doug was different. So damn different.

Jamie leaned forward and licked the head of his cock before running her nails softly from the base of his penis, up towards the head of it. She licked it once more before commenting on his work.

"You are quite the hard worker Doug. I expect the report to be in tip," she licked his cock again, "top," she sucked the head of his penis, "condition," she then put her lips around his cock sucking and licking it at the same time.

When Jamie finally decided to let her tongue join the fray, and started licking his tip, while her fingers teased the rest of it, she finally got a hard-earned groan out of him, although he sealed his lips tight shut again afterwards. With her continued work, though, it was increasingly hard to keep silent, and several more sounds made it through his defenses.

"Of course, ma'am, same as... ungh... always." Doug said, forcing back another upcoming groan. He focused on the small bookcase on the wall, starting to try and read the titles to keep his mind on something else than Jamie.

Jamie leaned away from his cock then, her hands still massaging it with rigor. "I am so glad that your confidence has risen over these past few weeks." Without warning, she pushed Doug back on his back and spread his legs apart. She had a great view of his erect cock at this angle as well as his heavy balls. Bending towards his balls, Jamie sucked on the right one before sucking on the left one. She had one hand massaging his cock still as she did this.

Doug wouldn't really say his confidence had risen over the past few weeks (Although other things had certainly risen often during that time), just that he was learning how to handle himself best. As she pushed him, he moved back, even though he knew that, if he wanted to, he could make her push with all her strength, and barely budge. But as she had removed his view from the shelf, he instead started trying to find some interesting feature on the ceiling. Although Jamie would notice he had a considerably harder time doing this, as the groans that slipped by him increased in quantity, and loudness.

Jamie smiled when she heard groans and moans escape Doug's mouth. She held onto his legs harder and began to suck him off with her mouth, her dark red lipstick leaving a faint stain on his shiny, throbbing member. Jamie let his dick out of her mouth with a plop as she worked it with her hands, harder her pace faster. "You better ask me before you cum Doug. You know I hate it when you orgasm without permission."

Doug grumbled to himself, closing his eyes and thinking of the work he still had to do for the rest of the day, but after a while, even that didn't help, as he was groaning on the table, coming closer to an orgasm with each bob of her mouth. He lasted quite long, though, but eventually had to put all his mind into it to stop himself from orgasming, even though it hurt. Seeing that this time, she wouldn't grow bored of it and stop, like she sometimes did, he finally opened his mouth. His voice entirely forced, he said "Jamie, may I cum?"

"Yes, you can Doug. Let all those juices flow." Jamie squeezed his member nice and good, as if she were milking him for his cum. She waited patiently for the sweet white goo to come and licked her lips in anticipation. Jamie looked to her soundproof door and chuckled. She was turned on by the idea that people outside of the door, working away like little birds could hear Doug scream.

Doug, with a final, loud noise, that wasn't a word, but decisively masculine, then released, and came. To him currently a downside, although, if he would've minded his situation less than he did, it'd be an upside, was that his orgasms were rather strong. His semen spurted out of him in large globs, as he groaned continuously. As of late, after he had learned that her office was sound-proof, he had gotten slightly less restrained with his noises, although he still knew it was less than what Jamie would've liked. He didn't want people to know what went on in there, although he had the feeling that they likely did. After he came, he rested on the table. He hoped that this would be enough for her, and that he could get back to work now. Although he knew that she'd probably want to do something again when he'd come to deliver the papers later.

Jamie watches as thick globs of semen spilled onto her hands and she smiled. "Look at all this seed, you are quick the stud Doug." Jamie slapped the side of his leg and stood. She walked over to her closet and came back with some wet wipes to clean the mess up. She helped him sit up then, taking the handcuffs off. "You're free to go for now, but I expect good work later on today." Jamie put all her things away and locked the closet with a key she held around her necklace. Smirking at Doug she walked over to her desk and continued her work where she left off from.

Doug was glad when she cleaned him up and released him, although the fact that she apparently felt the need to clean him for him was a little demeaning. "Of course, ma'am. I'll give you the report as soon as I'm finished with my current work." He sat, managing to get his composure back, before moving to get himself clothed. He walked back to his desk, trying very hard to look like someone who had just been talking to his superior, not having gotten handcuffed by her.

He would continue his work for the rest of the day. An hour or two later, the work he had been busy with was done, and he went for the door to her office. Knowing that she wouldn't hear a knock on the door, he simply opened it, and went inside, eager to deliver the report and get out as soon as possible.

Jamie was turned in her office chair facing the window. On her desk were classified documents, documents she technically wasn't allowed to access. On the phone she talked to a client, "Of course Mr. Worthington. I'll send you the information next Monday. You can count on me." There was a pause in the conversation, the other party talking. Jamie crossed her legs and tapped a pen against her knee as she listened. "They won't suspect a thing. Besides, I'm expecting you'll come through on your part of the bargain. Messing with the numbers isn't a big deal; others have done worse in the past. Besides it will all—" Jamie turned around in her chair and saw Doug standing in front of the doorway. "I'll call you back sir." Jamie hung the phone up and stood quickly from her chair. "Ah, Doug. Do you have that err... report ready?"

It hadn't been the first time Doug caught Jamie while she was having a phone call. Usually, he would just stand there, look through the room a little, and wait for her to finish up and acknowledge the fact he was there. This time, though, it was much different. If the conversation she'd been having, and the documents of which he was pretty sure they were classified, didn't already make him very much suspicious, the way in which she broke off the conversation, and addressed him did. He had a smile on his face. He had her now, he could deliver payback for all the times she called him into his office, no matter what he was doing, and made him do whatever she wanted. Payback for the many other assistants that had came before him, as well.

"Yes, indeed I do. These are some very interesting documents you have here, wouldn't you say? I would think Mister Brooks, you know, your superior, would be very interested in them as well. I am sure you wouldn't mind if I were to tell him about them?" He said.

Jamie listened to Doug's mild mannered threat and laughed. She walked around her desk, to lean against the front. "Oh Doug. Sweet Doug. Mr. Brooks... he is a busy man. He doesn't need to be trifled with this kind of news." Doug did not know that Mr. Brooks was the one to tell her to do something drastic. However, she did not want Doug to run around telling everyone her little bargain—since Mr. Brooks would not go down without taking her along the way. She needed to take care of the situation before it got out of hand.

"How about you take a day—no two days paid vacation, starting tomorrow? You have done such great work today. And you deserve a break."


A 26 years old man, bearing the weight of his unfortunate circumstances with an air of quiet resilience. His physical appearance leans towards the masculine and strong side. Despite his youth, there's a certain maturity to him that comes from enduring difficult situations. He is diligent and hardworking, always striving to perform well at his tasks despite being under constant pressure from his superior. His personality reflects a mix of determination and patience; he grits his teeth through tough times while holding onto hope for better days ahead. However, underneath this stoic demeanor lies an unvoiced frustration and a longing for respect and fair treatment at work.

Jamie sat in her office dressed in her stockings, black dress, and expensive jewelry. She signed away on papers that needed signing. She took a call from one of the investors of the company who informed her that they wanted to see a 3% growth in sales the next quarter. She told them, "Yes, of course, we'll do our best." Hanging up, Jamie sat back in her seat, sighing. She looked around her office, frustrated.

Walking to her door, she exited it and looked at her assistant's desk. Smirking she walked over to his desk and knocked twice on the wooden table to grab his attention. Once he looked at her, she beckoned him with a finger into her office. Walking ahead of him she waited for him to enter and locked the door behind him.

"Hello Doug, how are you... feeling today?" She asked as she walked behind him to a closet. She was in the mood to really let out some frustrations so she opened the closet door to take out some of her toys she used on Doug her pretty boy assistant. Jamie was so glad to hire him 3 months ago. It took a while for him to let her do what she wanted with him. But once she threatened to fire him, he seemed to put up with her sexual torture.

Doug knew that Jamie was pretty busy for most of the day, which made him glad. The more time she needed to spend on other things, the less time she could spend on torturing him. And the less time she could spend on using him as her toy, the more time he had to actually work, and hope to impress everyone enough to earn a promotion, so he wouldn't be stuck with her for much longer. But for now, he just had to grit his teeth and think of other things every time she decided to bully him.

Apparently, her work was done, as she came over to his desk and knocked on it. He looked up at her, and saw her beckoning him. He knew what was about to come. He sighed, and stood up, making sure to put his work into his desk, and lock it, so nobody could get the idea to take credit for his work, or just to ruin it to mess with him. He walked after her, and kept his look down, although he did make use of one of the very, very few positives his work position had: At the very least, Jamie had body which wasn't all too bad to look at.

At her question, he had to stop himself from saying. 'Rather well, until you came along. Say, could you do me a favour, and use those toys to torment yourself rather than me?', instead going with the much more appropriate. "I'm feeling fine, ma'am."

"Good, that is very good." Jamie then turned around with handcuffs in her hand. "Sit," she ordered pointing to the coffee table in front of her desk. Jamie would watch as Doug walked over to the table and sit on it. Jamie loved playing with Doug. He was so much stronger and masculine than the others. But he looked so, so fine. She thought back to a meeting she had last week in which he sat next to her, and she touched his penis through his trousers the entire time. His face was a face of sheer determination. He did well. And now she wanted to reward him.

"So here is the gist, I'm going to play with your cock today. And if you're good I may just let you cum all over that table. If you're bad, then you'll be working the rest of the day on a very pink and red ass. Understand?" And to prove her point she took out a wooden paddle that was quite large and placed it on the table behind him.

"Now, unzip the trousers and pull your cock out." If he followed her directions she would handcuff him when done. If not, she would handcuff him and do the task for him.

Doug did as she commanded, the same as always. Most of the time, he did have a look on his face that he knew she didn't really like. It wasn't negative, of course, he was wiser than to do that, but he just kept his face either blank or determined most of the time, not wanting to give her the pleasure of getting an actual reason to punish him further (Although she usually didn't really need one). The same as the one he had now.

When she told him what she was to do to him, he was glad it wasn't anything worse, and said "Yes, ma'am.", eyeing the paddle slightly suspiciously. He very much wanted to take that paddle, pull Jamie over his lap, and give her a spanking until she wouldn't be able to sit for a week, but he knew he couldn't. At her directions, he unzipped his trousers, and let his cock out, then allowed her to handcuff her. He looked around the room, looking for something interesting he could keep his mind on to stop himself from snapping at her while she was busy.

"Good boy," Jamie said as she saw him obey her order. She went behind him and handcuffed his hands behind his back. Jamie slapped his face, lightly before walking around the desk to stand in front of him. Slowly she got on her knees and grasped his cock. "Look at this limp dick Doug. This won't do." Jamie stood and went to her closet and came back with some lube. She squirted some in her hand and then put the bottle on the ground next to her knees. Jamie took hold of Doug's penis again and began to stroke it nice and slowly.

"How does that feel Doug? Getting harder?" Jamie smirked as she lightly moaned, "Mmm..." getting into the rhythm of stroking his semi-hard cock.

Doug grumbled mentally as she called him good boy, although he didn't let it show. He wasn't a dog, wasn't a pet. The slap didn't help his mood that much either. Although luckily it appeared Jamie wasn't in an all too sadistic mood today. When she walked away to get some lube, he gritted his teeth, wishing for the umpteenth time in the past 3 months that he could have been offered a job somewhere else earlier.

When she started to stroke him, he clenched his teeth again. It wasn't hard to resist now, but he didn't want to let any sound out before he could no longer resist. He answered truthfully. "It feels good, Ma'am. You can feel I'm getting harder for yourself."

Jamie heard Doug's smart remark and chuckled. She stroked him harder to get her revenge. "Well you are quite right. It looks just magnificent, doesn't it?" Jamie began to use both hands then. She kept one at the head of his cock squeezing it as the hand on the bottom moved up and down. The sounds of slapping and slurping filled the room as she picked up the pace then. "Did you finish the report I gave you today? The one for our investors? You need to make sure you reflect on last quarter's sells properly."

Jamie leered at Doug's face watching him closely for a reaction.

"I suppose you would know that better than me. I'm not really experienced with the sight of the genitals of other men." Doug blurted out, before being capable of slapping himself for making that comment. He hoped Jamie didn't catch on to the fact the comment could be viewed as him calling her a slut.

Either for that, or for some other reason, she seemed to decide to double her actions, making it harder for Jamie to focus. At her next question, he put a bit more thought into it. "Yes, ma'am. It was the first thing I did when I got to my desk this morning. I'll make sure to... give it to you before the end of the day." He said, a groan nearly slipping out of him near the end of the sentence, but he managed.

Jamie sighed when she saw he was doing his best not to show signs of pleasure. He kept doing this to himself, and to her. She caught his previous comment that was for sure. Too bad, she was not playing with any other men right now. She usually did with previous assistants. Doug was different. So damn different.

Jamie leaned forward and licked the head of his cock before running her nails softly from the base of his penis, up towards the head of it. She licked it once more before commenting on his work.

"You are quite the hard worker Doug. I expect the report to be in tip," she licked his cock again, "top," she sucked the head of his penis, "condition," she then put her lips around his cock sucking and licking it at the same time.

When Jamie finally decided to let her tongue join the fray, and started licking his tip, while her fingers teased the rest of it, she finally got a hard-earned groan out of him, although he sealed his lips tight shut again afterwards. With her continued work, though, it was increasingly hard to keep silent, and several more sounds made it through his defenses.

"Of course, ma'am, same as... ungh... always." Doug said, forcing back another upcoming groan. He focused on the small bookcase on the wall, starting to try and read the titles to keep his mind on something else than Jamie.

Jamie leaned away from his cock then, her hands still massaging it with rigor. "I am so glad that your confidence has risen over these past few weeks." Without warning, she pushed Doug back on his back and spread his legs apart. She had a great view of his erect cock at this angle as well as his heavy balls. Bending towards his balls, Jamie sucked on the right one before sucking on the left one. She had one hand massaging his cock still as she did this.

Doug wouldn't really say his confidence had risen over the past few weeks (Although other things had certainly risen often during that time), just that he was learning how to handle himself best. As she pushed him, he moved back, even though he knew that, if he wanted to, he could make her push with all her strength, and barely budge. But as she had removed his view from the shelf, he instead started trying to find some interesting feature on the ceiling. Although Jamie would notice he had a considerably harder time doing this, as the groans that slipped by him increased in quantity, and loudness.

Jamie smiled when she heard groans and moans escape Doug's mouth. She held onto his legs harder and began to suck him off with her mouth, her dark red lipstick leaving a faint stain on his shiny, throbbing member. Jamie let his dick out of her mouth with a plop as she worked it with her hands, harder her pace faster. "You better ask me before you cum Doug. You know I hate it when you orgasm without permission."

Doug grumbled to himself, closing his eyes and thinking of the work he still had to do for the rest of the day, but after a while, even that didn't help, as he was groaning on the table, coming closer to an orgasm with each bob of her mouth. He lasted quite long, though, but eventually had to put all his mind into it to stop himself from orgasming, even though it hurt. Seeing that this time, she wouldn't grow bored of it and stop, like she sometimes did, he finally opened his mouth. His voice entirely forced, he said "Jamie, may I cum?"

"Yes, you can Doug. Let all those juices flow." Jamie squeezed his member nice and good, as if she were milking him for his cum. She waited patiently for the sweet white goo to come and licked her lips in anticipation. Jamie looked to her soundproof door and chuckled. She was turned on by the idea that people outside of the door, working away like little birds could hear Doug scream.

Doug, with a final, loud noise, that wasn't a word, but decisively masculine, then released, and came. To him currently a downside, although, if he would've minded his situation less than he did, it'd be an upside, was that his orgasms were rather strong. His semen spurted out of him in large globs, as he groaned continuously. As of late, after he had learned that her office was sound-proof, he had gotten slightly less restrained with his noises, although he still knew it was less than what Jamie would've liked. He didn't want people to know what went on in there, although he had the feeling that they likely did. After he came, he rested on the table. He hoped that this would be enough for her, and that he could get back to work now. Although he knew that she'd probably want to do something again when he'd come to deliver the papers later.

Jamie watches as thick globs of semen spilled onto her hands and she smiled. "Look at all this seed, you are quick the stud Doug." Jamie slapped the side of his leg and stood. She walked over to her closet and came back with some wet wipes to clean the mess up. She helped him sit up then, taking the handcuffs off. "You're free to go for now, but I expect good work later on today." Jamie put all her things away and locked the closet with a key she held around her necklace. Smirking at Doug she walked over to her desk and continued her work where she left off from.

Doug was glad when she cleaned him up and released him, although the fact that she apparently felt the need to clean him for him was a little demeaning. "Of course, ma'am. I'll give you the report as soon as I'm finished with my current work." He sat, managing to get his composure back, before moving to get himself clothed. He walked back to his desk, trying very hard to look like someone who had just been talking to his superior, not having gotten handcuffed by her.

He would continue his work for the rest of the day. An hour or two later, the work he had been busy with was done, and he went for the door to her office. Knowing that she wouldn't hear a knock on the door, he simply opened it, and went inside, eager to deliver the report and get out as soon as possible.

Jamie was turned in her office chair facing the window. On her desk were classified documents, documents she technically wasn't allowed to access. On the phone she talked to a client, "Of course Mr. Worthington. I'll send you the information next Monday. You can count on me." There was a pause in the conversation, the other party talking. Jamie crossed her legs and tapped a pen against her knee as she listened. "They won't suspect a thing. Besides, I'm expecting you'll come through on your part of the bargain. Messing with the numbers isn't a big deal; others have done worse in the past. Besides it will all—" Jamie turned around in her chair and saw Doug standing in front of the doorway. "I'll call you back sir." Jamie hung the phone up and stood quickly from her chair. "Ah, Doug. Do you have that err... report ready?"

It hadn't been the first time Doug caught Jamie while she was having a phone call. Usually, he would just stand there, look through the room a little, and wait for her to finish up and acknowledge the fact he was there. This time, though, it was much different. If the conversation she'd been having, and the documents of which he was pretty sure they were classified, didn't already make him very much suspicious, the way in which she broke off the conversation, and addressed him did. He had a smile on his face. He had her now, he could deliver payback for all the times she called him into his office, no matter what he was doing, and made him do whatever she wanted. Payback for the many other assistants that had came before him, as well.

"Yes, indeed I do. These are some very interesting documents you have here, wouldn't you say? I would think Mister Brooks, you know, your superior, would be very interested in them as well. I am sure you wouldn't mind if I were to tell him about them?" He said.