Adam was not having a great day working at the gas station. The person working this morning hadn’t bothered to unjam any of the receipt printers at the gas pumps during their shift and the afternoon had been too busy for Adam to do it. This, of course, only compounded how busy it was by adding people coming in to get their receipts to the crowd.
Just as it was starting to quiet down and Adam thought he might get a chance to slip outside, a man wandered in to the store and began aimlessly wandering around the shelves. Adam was forced to sit behind the counter and watch the man examine each bag of chips and bottle of soda in detail, never actually grabbing anything. Just as Adam was about to ask the him if he needed help, the door chime sounded and an irate looking woman stomped up to the counter.
“I’m here for my receipt.” The woman’s tone was one of pure annoyance.
Letting out an internal sigh, Adrianna looked out the front window, the cloven hooves of her brown furred deer legs clacking against the floor as she twisted her body, to see that two of the jammed pumps had cars sitting next to them before asking, “what pump were you at Ma’am?”
The customer shot the faun a vicious look, as if the simple question was some deep personal probe. “Pump three.” Her response only came after she herself looked out to check the number printed above her car. Adrianna then printed off the receipt from the till and handed it to the woman. She looked over the paper suspiciously, as if the cashier had something to gain by handing her the wrong receipt. “Why do I have to come in anyways, do they not print them at the pumps anymore?”
“No, the printer is just jammed at the moment,” replied Adrianna, taking solace in the fact that the scylla that had been wandering the store was approaching the counter. It seems that she had chosen several bags of chips, all held in the arms of her blue-skinned upper torso, while she also had a few bottles of soda in the tentacles she wasn’t using to walk.
“Well It feels like their always jammed these days, you really aught to-”
“Hello, Will this be everything?” asked Adrianna, the Scylla laying her items on the counter.
“Yes,” replied the customer, speaking from one of the mouths on her four breasts. As this quick interaction happened Beverly, Adrianna’s co-worker, was already scanning each item. Beverly had three separate bodies that emerged from Adrianna’s crotch. The lower end of each body was the shaft of an equine cock that transitioned into the chest and shoulders of a woman about two-thirds up her metre-and-a-half length, each one wearing a store shirt over its D-cup breasts.
Once the transaction was done and the scylla had left, Adrianna glanced outside and saw that the last car at the pumps was pulling away. She and Beverly quickly slipped on high-vis vests and grabbed the store key ring before rushing out to unjam the printers, their watermelon-sized balls slapping against Adrianna’s white-spotted thighs.
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Katie was sitting on the rear car of a subway, riding home after work. She was sandwiched between a woman holding a (thankfully quiet) baby on her left and an elderly man politely trying to avoid brushing up against her on the right. Across the isle was a group of three collage students chatting amongst themselves, with a young woman in a pantsuit standing between the seats. She had her face was buried in an E-book on her phone as she wiled away the half hour commute, the crowded car around her fading away. This reverie was suddenly broken when a fluffy fox tail swung in from the right and smacked her in the face.
“Ah! Sorry!” The face of the centaur beside her flushed with embarrassment, her vulpine ears flattening against her red hair. She quickly shifted where she sat to tuck her wayward tail back underneath the brown-furred equine body that she had in place of legs, right alongside her other nine tails. Katie's glace at the woman beside her also afforded her a view of the pair of canine sheaths and fuzzy balls between her rear legs.
Katie made a mental note to not sit beside the taur space next time before turning back to her book, only to be met with the feathery butt of the woman standing in the isle. In the moment Katie spent looking away the chicken-taur had turned. Luckily a quick tap on the rear was enough to get her attention and she pointed her rear back down the isle, giving Katie the perfect view of the six massive breasts straining her suit.
Katie at last was able to turn back to her book, a quick glance to the left confirming that the neither of the arachne’s twin upper bodies nor her six hatchlings were about to disturb her. As she got back to her book she wondered why she even got on the taur-accessible car to begin with. That thought made her shake her head in confusion. Of course she would ride the taur-accessible car, she was a taur! She quickly brushed one of her eight arms along the red skin of her lower body. She had six legs—three in the front and three in the back—all of which were covered in shaggy black goat fur and ended in cloven hooves. A pair of spaded tails emerged from her rear end and she had an eighteen inch cock in both her her rear crotches, their tips brushing against the breasts on her tauric torso. At her tauric shoulders the red skin of her lower body turned into a silvery grey, both the nails on the hands of her eight arms and the nipples on her three rows of breasts a metallic gold. A shining halo floated above her golden hair, framing the seven blue eyes spread across her forehead.
Katie’s reading went undisturbed for the rest of her trip, save the moment she had to lean back to allow the hydra taur with three upper bodies that had been laying across from her squeeze past once their stop came up.