Spring Festival

Even before Ydpāń woke up they could feel their body reacting to the spring air. The warmth in their groin has been steadily growing the past week, but now it’s strong enough to wake them up. Everyone could feel it building up as the winter snow melted. Their monarch will likely decree the festivities begin tomorrow. Or maybe it's already been decreed and Ydpāń need only go outside to see it. They groaned and sat up.

Before they waited tables, they would have been ecstatic to see their engorged growth this morning. They would have been doing the same as others, strutting about town and enjoying the best week of the year to its fullest.

Unfortunately, Ydpāń works at a tavern. They could no longer enjoy the ecstasies of this week. Instead, they now had to wait on others enjoying the festival, and be used in their activities. Part of the job, they were told when they signed on. And far too many of their co-workers had already taken time off in anticipation. Ydpāń was never good with time and spring's proclivities always snuck up on them each year. So now they were stuck with work.

They threw off the covers to their bed. Their member showing off its growth since last night is plain to see. They hadn't bothered with nighttime pants, and judging by the stain on the underside of the sheets, they were right to do so. It was sensitive to the touch, especially the head, as any poke or rub would send it leaking, dripping down their member and threatening to send them over the edge.

They have no time for this. They need to get ready and head to work. Patrons will start to file in soon. The minute they stood up, eager dew drips from their hole, and down their thighs. They will have to deal with that all day. Ydpāń threw on their working robe, and cuffed the wide sleeves. Then they tied a particularly heavy sash around his waist, letting the extra fabric drape between the legs.

That's what it was made for, but for some reason it rose up a bit further to the point where their erection would be noticeable. Ydpāń frowns. It's not like people would mind it, but it may invite those people to do more than they have the energy for. With a sigh, they slip on their shoes and went to work.

The robe rubs against their skin with every shift. Against their member, which now ooze a trail that clung to their thighs, and against their sensitive nipples, poking through the fabric and making themselves known to all who glanced at their passing. It's frustrating, having to work with their body so desperately screaming for release. They want to have fun too.

"Osave jō, Nemodh," Ydpāń greeted the cook. They were already preparing for the morning rush. Nemodh had been running around the kitchen, grabbing various pots and pans to heat and preparing a multitude of vegetables and meats. They were too busy to greet them back. Or maybe the kitchen was too loud to hear them.

Ydpāń got the floor ready by pulling down the chairs and benches from the tables and opening the windows. It wasn't long before Robhnā appeared from the back and opened the door to customers. They all came pouring in and within a few minutes most of the tables were already filled. Ydpāń begins to work, at last their own heat calming down in the morning rush, to take orders and relay them to the cook. Fhotē, the other waitstaff, came in at one point and the workload finally eased up a bit.

That's when the first ass slap came. Their member twitches at the sudden stimulation, and they glare back to see who touched them.

One of the regular customers. Vyç. They smirk at Ydpāń's reaction, but otherwise continues to chat with their friends. But that ass slap was all that was needed to reignite the flames in their groin. They could feel fluids drip down their slick thighs again. Ydpāń took a deep, calming breath, and made their way to the kitchen. They couldn't take it anymore. After relaying more orders, they took a peak under their robes.

Completely drenched. Their thighs shine with the dew that leaks from their member and hole, stringing together between their legs that once clenched together. Their hand inches closer, eager to relieve them self. "Not in my kitchen!" the cook shouts at them, and Ydpāń jumps in surprise. "Go find a customer if you're that eager!"

Their face burns, some from embarrassment, but mostly from the natural heat creeping upwards. They might as well, at this point, if only so they could do their job properly. They grab what food was ready and hand them out to the tables. Just as they had set the last one down, someone came along and slips the back of their robe up, exposing their wet trails for all to see.

They gasp, and turn around. Vyç, again. They began to aggressively massage their bottom, spreading the cheeks apart and enjoying the view. Ydpāń has to hold on to the table's edge to stabilize them self, desperately biting back moans coming up from the back of their throat. After a moment, the hands recede, and all that’s left is their exposed, reddened ass. They hurriedly pull the robe back down, glaring once again at Vyç. This time for not finishing him off.

They took a few steps before realizing the sash had drifted to the side, and his member had now proudly pitched itself under the cloth, a growing wet stain as the head tingled and throbbed with an ache they couldn't relive. They tried to fix it, but the sash just couldn't do much by now. Ydpāń could only bite their lip and continue on with serving food.

Their faced burns, and their heart race, threatening to burst out of their ribcage. This round, Ydpāń’s groin began to hurt from lack of release. They need it. Mentally and biologically. And Vyç is willing to provide. This time, they purposely saved the food near Vyç's table for last. And just as predicted, their robe flips over their head, covering their eyes, and not a moment later Vyç's dick thrust in his hole. Hot flesh met them with a squelch, filling them from the inside and a soft moan escapes his lips.

Satisfaction.

Ydpāń feels themself melting into Vyç. They leaned back, urging them deeper into themselves. Their eyes roll back at the harsh thrusting as slick fluids leaked out of them, both from their hole and their member. Both eager for the release of touch. But a customer would never touch them in that way. Ydpāń slips their own hand under their robe. It tingles as the warmth of their hand grasps it, and they moan again from the stimulation from both ends, a little louder this time. Vyç continues to thrust, getting faster and faster, friction building up as Ydpāń rub themself to match the beat. Strands of precum jump out with each pump, coating the inside of their robe.

With one final thrust, Vyç fills them with their own hot fluid, pumping over and over until finally Ydpāń releases his own load into his robe. They both take a moment to catch their breaths, and Vyç finally slides out of them, along with everything else they had just put in them. They feel the fluid ooze down the inner thigh, a hot blazing trail but all they can feel is relief. The heat was finally gone, for now at least. The first one of the day was always a relief.

Once Ydpāń's body settles, they fix their rob, eyes quickly scanning the crowd. Only a few smirks in an otherwise busy room, their eyes gleaming with desire. That was the "show" part of tavern eating in Wāoso. Most folks paid no attention to it, as long as the waitstaff don't make noises. That was the rule. If they make noises, moaning with carnal pleasure, then the act was for fun, and that was illegal. Fucking in public is fine if it's simply satisfying a base desire, like eating or shitting. And Ydpāń had moaned.

Their eyes flick over to Robhnā. Watchful eyes, inspecting, an eyebrow raised. But they didn't reprimand them. It was a simple mistake. One that won't happen again. Mentally insisting they were fine, Ydpāń grabbed up the dirty dishes left on the other tables and took them to the kitchen to be cleaned up. They wiped off their hands, made sure their robe was still proper, then grabbed the next set of ready food.

The thing about spring is, it makes the refractory period a lot shorter. And once it's over, a dofuan's body reacts in a way that believes it's already been stimulated. Ydpāń had been halfway through their second round of plates when they felt heat beginning to bloom on their crotch. They internally groan a bit and continue on.

Folks could smell it on them, though. The pheromones. The aftersex. The gleam of sweat trailing down their neck. It wasn't long until someone had noticed the bulge under the hanging sash, desperate to desplay it’s base needs. They were sure their red, heated face is another tell. One table whispers amongst themselves, steeling glances and pointing at them. Ydpāń eventually had enough, and went over to them. "Is there anything I can get you?" they asked.

One person grinned. "No, but you looked like you need some help, and I am generous. Bend over," the customer said. There were some snickers among the table, but nonetheless, Ydpāń grips the edge of the table as the other person came around. Their job wouldn’t allow them to say no.

This chapter is unfinished, and is likely to stay unfinished.