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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 8

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

Her synthetic feet remembered the last time that she was brought before Ms. Agumo, and just how hard the hyena had used her and instilled a fetish for pain. It wasn't what she expected to happen again, but at the same time, she almost wanted it. The memory of the burning sensations up and down her body was sufficient to get her rather wet again, though Isabella was starting to think that was down to Izzy being more confident being turned on by different things rather than something new in her own mind.

Nonetheless, she followed behind the hyena obediently, happy enough to go where she was directed. Her fleshlights were carried under one arm, her mouth piece replaced with a solid chunk in her face to add to the digital voicebox displays, while her sex and her anus fleshlights were pressed together, dripping on one another.

Ms. Agumo was, as ever, the picture of feminine domination. She walked forward with a clear purpose, her eyes focused down the hallway. Rather than sway the way that Isabella did, she walked with a hint of her curves showing through her dress, a simple little shift from side to side rather than the exaggerated walk of a whore. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder, lifting a lip to show a little teeth, and then turned back to the hallway proper. Even with Izzy in her head, that smirk sent a shiver down her spine, a very good shiver, at that.

They reached the bedroom, and she passed over the keys. The black jaguar blushed slightly as the hyena's hand lingered on hers, and then it was done. The door opened, and Ms. Agumo gestured for her to go in.

"Yes, mistress," she said, stepping inside.

The door closed as soon as the mistress followed her, and the walls lit up shortly after. There were cameras on all sides of the bed this time, pointing right at where she would lay. The hyena had stepped to the side, starting to pull on black gloves, rubber and thick.

"Lie down. Leave your toys with me."

"Yes, Mistress."

She was smiling despite herself, something that she couldn't help but notice at the fleshlight for her face. As she passed them over, she made sure that they were laid properly, so that the dripping one could lean over the edge of the nightstand and dribble to the floor rather than damaging the furniture.

Turning to the bed, she laid herself down, her breasts pressed against the sheets. She could feel the eyes of the cameras pointing at her, and could only imagine that this was something that had been pre-arranged as part of the reservation, something that was meant to make the fun a little quicker for the hyena after her prior visit.

Isabella was more excited than she expected, amped up by Izzy's confidence and made better by the sheer possibilities of fun that were rising in her imagination. Was she going to be whipped again? Or maybe it would be something more like getting spanked? The toys were there, so that meant that she had a possibility of being used remotely, so -

SMACK.

She arched her back as a riding crop came down right on her anus, right along the rim and hard enough to make her shiver from head to toe.

"Mmmmph...owie..."

"You remember the feeling of my tools, little slut?"

"I remember, mistress. I remember."

"Good. Then you know how it feels to go through my pains. Now...we're going to play a little game. I have your muzzle right here..."

She felt a finger touching her lips, and she focused on opening her mouth. It slid inside, rubber touching her tongue, making it difficult to taste anything else, but she could definitely feel the shape of the hyena's finger. She closed her mouth, sucking on it gently, blushing at the weird feeling of it happening and not happening to her at the same time.

"Good girl. Release."

She did, and the spit-slick digit left her mouth and touched her pussy. Isabella had to keep reminding herself that the hyena was on the opposite side of the room, not right next to her.

"Mmmph..."

"Now, I'm going to press your muzzle to me. You are going to stick out your tongue, and you are going to taste me. If you can tell what part you're licking, I'll reward you, let you lick yourself, tease yourself."

She blushed worse than ever. The idea of being forced to guess by taste alone was difficult enough, but knowing that she was going to have to give herself cunnilingus as a 'reward' was all the worse for it. She didn't know how to play with herself that way, but worse, she knew that she was on the verge already. It would be almost impossible for her to keep it to a tease.

"If you can't guess what you're tasting, then you will not be allowed to lick yourself, and I will punish one of your holes at random. It may be with the crop that you just felt, or it might be something else. It will depend on my mood."

Which meant that it might be a flogger, or a paddle, or the e-stim stick, or any number of other things. She shivered, curling her toes. This was a whole new way of putting her through her paces, and she -

I love it.

Izzy's thought, encouraging, and she had to admit that she felt something similar. Her head hung down against the pillows, her breasts flattened slightly beneath her like a large pillow, and she slowly nodded.

"I understand, Mistress."

"Good. Then let's begin. We'll start with an easy one."

The black jaguar nodded, taking a few deep breaths, or at least, whatever it was with the portal of her mouth and nose being somewhere else. What the mistress described as easy and what would actually be easy were two very different things, and she needed to be ready to take whatever hints she got right off the bat. She breathed in as her muzzle moved, trying to guess where it was going - up or down - by the way that the wind passed over it. There was a moment where it almost felt like it was going down, but it was held so weirdly -

She breathed in and she got the smell of musk, musk and sweat. Nothing too strong from either, but definitely present. Not the sex-musk of a crotch or a butt, either, but something that was further down, something that was lower on the body. The smell faded as her lips pressed against fur, something that was a little rough, like on the extremities.

"Taste."

Isabella made the mouth fleshlight stick out its tongue, trying not to blush as she stared down at her pillow. With her eyes wide open, she kept expecting to see the thing in front of her, but no, that was happening behind her, out of sight. She dragged her tongue along the part, tasting something definitely like sweat drops, but not too much. Fur, and pads. She traced her tongue up, touched something -

"I-Is it your foot, Mistress?"

"Very good. It is. You may lick it twice more before I give you your reward."

Breathing out in a deep sigh of relief, she did as she was asked, pressing her tongue firmly to the pads of the hyena's soles, dragging her tongue along them and through the fur. It was very much like grooming, something that was very easy for her after doing it in the past, in the hard times. Dragging her tongue from the ball of the foot to the toes twice, she was graced with the taste of the mistress's scent and taste.

Then it was done, and her head was moved. She found herself kissing her own sex, and her hips went up without warning.

"Mmmph...ah..."

The taste was thick and wet, hot and musky, and she was surprised at just how strong her own scent was getting. Apparently, she was far more into this than she had thought, and it was getting to her. She groaned under her breath, huffing as she was made to lick herself. Each lick had her thighs clenching together out of a reaction to the pleasure, even as she strained to hold herself together for some dignity.

Nonetheless, she felt her pleasure rising, climbing further and further. She felt like she might cum any second, whimpering until -

"And that's enough."

The contact with her own sex faded, and she panted softly.

"Mmmph...thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, girl. Now, let's try something a little more difficult."

She shivered, nodding against the pillow. This was going to get harder and harder, she knew, but she'd do her best. She was a good girl.

They progressed through three different spots that she got right. Fingers again, then stomach, and then nipple. Each time, she was allowed to lick her pussy afterward, getting a good taste of herself and getting dangerously close to cumming. Ms. Agumo stopped her every time before she could go over the edge, but the worry of actually doing it was almost omnipresent. She didn't know what would happen to her if she did, but she was sure that it wouldn't be good for her.

Then she had a new taste. This one had a similar sweat taste to the one before, but it was saltier, thicker, with more fur on her tongue. There were no pads to taste, either, but the naughtiness of grooming the hyena this way was starting to get to her. Isabella panted softly, groaning as she tasted the salty-sweaty fur, and she moaned.

"Well, girl? Where are you licking?"

"I...I..."

"Tick tock, girl."

"Mmmph...

It was hard to think, too hard. She bit her lips, trying to get a better idea of what it was, but -

ZAP!

Isabella squirmed, arching her back from the bed at the sudden shock to her butthole. The zapping feeling had her rim spasming hard, and she shivered, whimpering as she pulled her ass cheeks together, hard. The sensation of that twitching, trembling feeling of electricity going through her inner walls was entirely new, and she whimpered through the voicebox as she realized just how distracted she had become.

"That was my armpit, slut. And you didn't guess that one."

"S-sorry, Mistress."

"Try again."

And so it went. She was always attentive for one spot or two, and once more she managed to get a string of three all in one go. However, after that, she kept messing up. Sometimes, the punishment would be a zap, and other times, the punishment would be a quick surge of heat and pain on either hole. She would feel the flogging tips of leather, or the slap of a long wooden paddle, or any number of things. Each time, she was forced to just take it, enjoy it, endure it.

Izzy and Isabella were a wreck inside of five minutes, panting and whimpering and moaning all at once. They were unable to speak clearly, to the point that Ms. Agumo pulled the toys away. She all but collapsed into the bed then, only to be rolled over onto her back. She stared straight up at the hyena mistress, panting hard.

"You are sweet like this," the hyena said.

"Thank you...mistress..."

"But you need more training."

And just like that, her mouth was put back in place, and her own pussy was shoved down over her face. She gasped for breath, her eyes going wide as her nose was all but shoved into herself. She arched her back, her hips bucking forward, trying and failing to fuck her pussy against something, all while her mouth was forced to lick and suck and swallow around her own sex.

"Mmmph?!"

"Go on. Make yourself cum."

"Mmmph!"

"Make yourself cum for mistress."

Isabella tried to hold out, but there was little that she could do when the mistress was making her do something. She had to swallow, had to suck, had to lick. Every taste of her own pussy was an embarrassment, a reminder of what she had become, a slut toy, and -

"MMMMMPH!"

Her voice became a more pleasant version of the old dial-up modem sound as she came, arching her back and squirting down her own throat. She all but drowned on all the fluid that went up her nose, and the feeling of pleasure was only somewhat pleasurable, considering the discomfort that came with it. The black jaguar collapsed onto the bed, huffing and puffing, barely holding herself together as she stared up at the ceiling.

"Theeeere you go."

Ms. Agumo slid off her, the hyena chuckling. Isabella groaned, shaking her head, barely able to move.

Then she felt something hard pressing against her asshole.

"Mmph?!"

"I didn't say we were done, did I?"

She looked up, saw Ms. Agumo with a strap-on pressed against her anal fleshlight, and all but screamed as it went in.

#

She was allowed to leave a few hours later, though she honestly didn't know what was up and what was down at that point. Her fleshlights didn't quite fit to her body anymore, popping in and out with annoying irregularity, and she grumbled under her breath as she kept fighting to keep them in place. The face one was bad enough, but the ones between her legs -

POP!

Another slip, and her pussy fell on the floor, her clit bumping her toe on the way down. She stumbled, falling to her knees as she pulled her hands instinctively to a crotch that didn't have anything attached to it. The black jaguar huffed and hissed, shaking her head.

She needed to see Molly again. Not just for the distraction and fun that they might have, but to get this fixed. She was pretty sure that this wasn't supposed to work like this, after all.

Gathering her holes up, she walked back to the front desk, filing the information about Ms. Agumo checking in into the system. She was due to stare there for another two weeks, and that meant that the black cat was probably going to have at least a few more sessions with her before the week was up. That was going to be...interesting.

She shook her head. This was quite the awakening, and she had to admit, despite having Izzy in her head, this was...

Well, what is it?

She was still a bit scared, but it wasn't being scared of pain anymore. It was more being scared that she liked this too much. The hotel was an enticing place, and she was worried that it was going to entice her to stay longer than she should. She wasn't supposed to be a whore, but this was...

Well, it was easy to be a whore here. And that was something that might hurt her further down the road.

"Mmmph..."

She grumbled, putting her holes back in their charging slots. For now, she needed to focus on the job. If they asked her to be a whore again, then she'd just have to make sure that they got everything that they asked for and then go and talk to Bea again. The vixen was an amateur psychologist, at least. She might be able to help.

The drones hovered around her, reflecting her face in their sides. She looked at herself, then groaned.

"I need a shower..."

She lifted a string of hyena pussy juice from her fur, flicking it away, and then settled in for proper work.

#

Dinner came, and then the extra services to those clients that asked for her. She had a rat woman that wanted to do a lot of face-sitting, and then there was a wolf that wanted to force her through as many orgasms as he could for the night. She came no less than ten times when he was forcing her through it, and she was pretty sure that was the hotel helping him out for most of that.

She stumbled through the employee floor, making her way to the restaurant. She imagined that Bea and Molly would be there, and she hoped that she could get some help from the both of them.

She was half-right. The vixen wasn't there, probably dealing with something that programmers had to focus on, but Molly was. The mouse was at the same table as last time, curled around it and pulling her legs in under the table. Once, she might have been rather interested in seeing what lay between those legs, but at the moment, she was too tired to care about getting more sex. Isabella shook her head, walking over.

Molly looked up just before she got there. There was a moment of recognition, a half-quirk that might have meant a forming smile, then a frown.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"No idea. Stuff isn't -"

Clang.

Her mouth fell out, thankfully muzzle-side up, and hit the table with a loud bang that filled the room. Everyone had a short glance in her direction, but Izzy's confidence kept her from feeling too embarrassed.

"That's been happening all day," she said through her voicebox. "Every time that I tilt my head or shift, something falls out."

"Between the legs, too?"

"Yep."

"Damn."

"Yeah. Can you fix it?"

"That's not too bad, but let me take a look at the rest of you. Get up on the - no, no, what the fuck?"

Molly slapped herself on the side of the head, shaking it a few times before getting to her eight feet. She tippy-tapped away from the table, taking her food in hand and grabbing the fallen muzzle.

"Come on. My room. Uh, not for funny business, though. Just, you know, repairs, intimate, less - ugh. Just come on."

Following the suddenly blushy mouse, Isabella walked back through the halls. She kept one hand on either hole, keeping them from falling out, but the soft click-clack-clank that came up from between her legs was the constant reminder that all of this was artificial. She had become something very different to the black jaguar that had signed up for the job in the first place, and she didn't know what to think about that.

Didn't know what to think about much at that moment, actually. She was rather tired, all things considered.

Shaking her head, she kept on the mouse's metaphorical heels until they reached the door to her room. Molly opened the door, revealing a room that was sheathed in metal, then striped with rubber. The floor was made of treadplate, and the ceiling was covered in wires. Sparks flared everywhere, too, making it feel more than slightly dangerous.

"What...the heck..."

"I don't like the AI poking his head in. The electromagnetism in here makes him uncomfortable," Molly admitted.

"I can see that."

"Come on in."

She followed the request, stepping inside. The floor was not the most comfortable to her synth-flesh feet, but she managed to make it work. Molly guided her to one of the chairs across the room and she sat down, shaking her head as her pussy nearly popped out as soon as she did.

"It just won't stop doing that."

"Let me take a look."

There was no missing the blush on the mouse's face as she lowered herself, taking a look from between Isabella's legs. The combination of utter tiredness combined with Izzy's confidence made her spread her legs a bit further, showing off more, and she saw the blush get that little bit worse.

"Something wrong?" Isabella asked with the slightest of smiles.

"Yes. You're being a tease. Take this seriously."

"The way that you are?"

"I'm being completely - gah!"

It took a second for her to realize what had happened, but as Isabella looked down, she saw that there was a tiny little puddle under the mouse, between all the mechanical legs. More than that, that puddle went right up in a clear stream to the spot between all those different legs, and it wasn't anything liquid-liquid. It was more like a half-clear slime. It had hit something exposed, a wire or something like that, and -

"You heard nothing!"

Still rather confused and out of it, Isabella shrugged, but she kept that smile on her voicebox face. All the while, Molly was poking around down there, touching where metal and synth-flesh met with the real stuff, and she could feel only about half of it. She didn't get off from it, but she did find it rather interesting to go through, almost like some kind of experiment where she was the subject.

Hot idea...

Out of it as she was, she didn't notice the other tools being gathered until Molly was right up against her. She would have been puffing on her clit if the pussy toy had still been inside, but instead, it was tools inside of the empty chasm there. The mouse's breath was really, really, really weird against her inner walls, considering that they were so sensitive to pressure and moisture, and Isabella ended up curling her toes more than once at the weird feeling.

"Mmmph...so...how..."

"Ten minutes. Five if you stop squirming."

She did her best. She really did, considering that she didn't want to be a mess for the rest of the night, nor did she want to bother the mouse for longer than she had to. Things were already awkward enough between them, but this was just making it worse. She tensed up, then tried to relax, then tried to shift her legs ever so slightly -

"Stop it. You're messing with my tools."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, be still."

"I'm sooooorry."

The little teasing 'sorry' was drawn out further by a sudden shock down below, and she felt something contract inside of her. It was such a strange stimulation that she shut up completely afterward.

As the treatment continued, she could feel something tightening up down there. She didn't know just what was happening, but she knew that the various little clips and ties and other things that held the fleshlights in were being replaced or modified all the time. Little zaps hit her, too, shocking her through the metal to the real flesh, making her twitch from time to time despite her attempts to do otherwise. She shook her head, trying to endure it.

Eventually, the red-faced mouse pushed the two fleshlights back into place. She felt the click as they settled in, and sighed softly.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. We still have to do your face. Fuck. What the hell happened?"

"I don't know."

"I blame clients."

"You know what, that's probably right."

She held still as Molly climbed into the chair, all but sitting in her lap. The mouse's cheeks were definitely red, obviously embarrassed. It was so different compared to their previous work together, and she didn't know what had changed, exactly. Was it the fact that she wasn't so embarrassed, so Molly was picking up the slack? Or was it the tired confidence that showed her less embarrassed by what she was doing?

She didn't know, and she wasn't going to ask.

Slowly, her face was molded back to the proper shape, and Molly pushed the fleshlight into its spot there. She felt her muzzle click, and she patted the sides of it slowly.

"That's so much better. Thank you."

"Well...you're welcome."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Izzy's influence on their voice was almost immediately noticed, and she blushed almost as much as Molly did as she sounded so slutty and sensual for a moment. Molly all but leaped from the chair, throwing herself up to the ceiling and hiding her lower body among the hanging wires. She dangled down, her black-rubber face half-hidden, but not entirely as she squirmed against it.

"I'm not doing it for that!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"You're not this...this..."

"This what?"

"Sexy...usually..."

Molly looked like she was going to turn a mix of pink and black with her embarrassed face and the black rubber along her cheeks and ear. She squirmed further down into the wires, seemingly suffering a number of small shocks as she tried to hide in them. Isabella wasn't sure whether to blush or laugh herself, but she knew that this was making it much more uncomfortable for the touchy mouse.

"Um...maybe I should -"

"Go? Yes, go! Now!"

She would have been hurt if it wasn't for the fact that Molly sounded like someone that was going to blow a gasket out of sheer embarrassment. Goodness knew that she'd been in that position more than a few times in the past. Getting to her feet, she waved goodbye, then hustled out the door.

It shut behind her, followed by a giant bang behind her. The screaming and grumbling that followed told her that Molly had either fallen too quickly or lost her grip, but either way, she seemed fine. Best not to try and go back and help just yet.

Bea? she wondered. No, better to get some sleep. Find some time to rest after all that.

She deserved it after all the hard work that she'd put in with the clients today. They were all satisfied, she had done her job well. Now she could go back and sleep, get ready for the next day, and -

"_ You will have an upgrade tomorrow. _"

"...Oh?"

Her glasses popped out, letting her see the calico shape of the AI following at her side as she walked down the hallway. He nodded at her.

" Yes. A fairly powerful one."

"And...what is it?"

"_ It will be more effective if you do not know what it is before it happens. _"

"Oh boy."

" You will likely be saying 'oh god' tomorrow. Exemptions have been filed for religious utterances."

She nodded absently. A new upgrade meant that there was going to be a great deal new to get used to, probably stuff that she didn't really have any comparison for. If it affected her more than a little bit, she might not be able to do the desk work, but the AI was likely planning around that.

"Anything else?"

"_ Yes. A commendation has been placed in your record regarding your work ethic and desire for self-improvement. You may carry this with you from this job into your next, and it cannot be removed without you displaying behavior counter to the commendation. _"

Isabella almost fell over her own feet at that. The idea of getting a commendation that traveled between jobs was big enough. The fact that it could not be stripped from her record without her doing a shit-ton to have it taken away was as good as getting a job with tenure. She had a positive recommendation on her file, a proper positive mark on her resumé essentially for life.

"Thank you."

"_ You have earned it. Sleep well. _"

The calico disappeared from her HUD as soon as she reached her door, and she sighed as she stepped inside. There was a lot that had to be done tomorrow, but with that sort of energy boost from getting that commendation, she felt good about it. Hell, she felt better about everything now that her parts weren't just falling out anymore.

Sliding over to bed, she undid the different fleshlights and put them in the charging ports. She closed her eyes, lowered her face against the pillow, and closed her eyes. A long, deep sigh escaped her voicebox, and she smiled just a little bit.

I'm getting better. Goodnight, Izzy.

And just like that, the confidence of Izzy disappeared, and she felt herself again. The sudden drop was almost bad enough to cause a panic attack, and she instantly regretted it. She almost called for the PA to come back, but she managed to bite that off, knowing somewhere that she had to get used to living without it, only using it for small things, not all things.

Nonetheless, the sudden depressing fall into her head over the fact that she wasn't so confident, wasn't so sexy, wasn't so...

Wasn't so...

Isabella banged her head against her pillow three times to kick the bad thoughts out, and then rolled onto her back. She forced herself to keep breathing, hugging herself until the worst of the panic was gone. When it finally dissipated, she rolled onto her side again, her tail twitching behind her as she breathed in slowly, evenly, and -

What if I can't do it without her?

The thought pulled the panic back in, and she both whimpered and groaned in frustration. She'd almost been okay, and then the sudden whammy of worry snuck in under her guard and started it all up again.

Isabella hugged herself tighter and tighter, forcing herself to breathe against the pillow, making it slow her breathing down so that she didn't fuck herself over again. Each time she breathed in, she managed to calm herself down a bit, but the panic was surging just barely within the boundaries of control.

This was going to be a long, long night.

The End

Summary: Isabella is put through the wringer again by Ms. Agumo, and shown off in the process.

Tags: F/F, hyena, black jaguar, feline, e-stim, portal play, portal pussy, portal anus, portal mouth, cyberpunk, series, bdsm, licking, sweat, musk, foot fetish, oral, cum, cunnilingus, auto-cunnilingus, embarrassment, orgasm, mouse, repair,