Clover
scrolled on his phone, double-checking he put the address in right
when he got the map he followed here. He’d never been to the bar in
person. Sure, the website had nice pictures and a lot of good
reviews, but his interview had been done over the phone.
The
young bull sighed and got out of his car. The hatchback was small,
befitting his short stature. Unlike most would expect, he was barely
five feet tall not including his long ears and the short nubs of what
might someday become horns

Clover
stretched out, and accepted the offered notepad and pen from his
boss. The opening show was over, and he had a long way to go on his
first shift.
Kerry
underlined this by calling out to the crowd of rowdy patrons.
“Alright, everyone, Rey’s tab’s been settled, and we can all
get back to business.” The goo wolf lowered his voice to speak just
to his new server. “Walk normally, you won’t fall over. Table
five first.”
The
bull nodded, a heated half-blush on his cheeks. Even tho

Beneath
Clover’s flesh, the softening fox nuzzled up against his predator
dreamily. “C-can you take a bunch of pictures of what you look like
with me as part of you?”
The
bull perked, and rested his head on his gut, pressing to the
affectionate motions softly. “Of course, Rey. I can’t wait to see
how you add to me, yourself.”
The
patron purred happily, shifting weakly under the weight of the
server’s torso and hips. He let out a soft gasp as the environment
changed with an ominous

Clover
still hadn’t made his way back to his apartment. After five
consecutive nights on shift, he was finally having a night off. Well,
off serving. Before opening Kerry had him pose for some pictures.
When the bovine had mentioned Rey’s request at photographic
evidence of what his body had added to the feminine bull, it inspired
Kerry to get his hands on the makings of a photography studio for his
apartment.
As
such, Clover was trying out his best suggestive poses in front of a
white back

Riberry
got a sense of importance from his job. Every night he would screen
potential customers, making sure no minors attempted to enter the
adult establishment, stamping paws to show who could and couldn’t
have alcohol. On one level, he was protecting his boss and the
workers indoors. On a second, he was also quality control. Adult
establishments tended to gather a bit of a blacklist, and In the Mix
was no different.
And
third, as the case was tonight, he could spot patrons whose tab had
gr

Clover
traced a hand over his hip with a soft sigh. Adjusting to being empty
was harder than he’d anticipated. Not physically empty, but rather,
Rey and any and all other patrons who had been part of his body were
all released. For the first time since he took the job at In the Mix
he was small enough to fit in his car, the petite bull’s
proportions modest and…
“Precious.”
Jun crooned. The raccoon was staring, an insufferable grin plastered
across his muzzle.
The
svelte bull blushed,