"Clothes off, now."

"What?"

"You heard me. Clothes on the ground, now."

"... In the bar?"

"In the bar. Move it. I want you in just your shoes."

Fizzy obeyed, with a sceptical frown. Just her shoes? She'd just arrived for her shift. Was her boss that horny? She knew Tight Fit to run a rather... open establishment when it came to public sex and nudity, but thus far she'd just bashfully observed.

"Stay right there." The near-whisper right in her ear from behind, as she stood up from lacing her shoes back up, compelled compliance. She froze in place with a blush on her cheeks. Damn her and that barest hint of a drawl in her accent. Stupid sexy farm goth space pirate. Tight took a hold of Fizzy's arms, one by one, and threaded them into a pair of rubber sleeves... which, before the flustered unicorn could question or back out, were fastened into a box tie behind her back.

"Whjbhb... huh?" Only blushing even brighter, Fizzy began to tug at the binder as Tight pulled the supporting straps around her shoulders and under her bust. The raw strength in the larger mare's body was palpable. "What's going on?"

"That's 'what's going on, miss'. You're being punished. Tail up."

"Punished?"

"Tail. Up."

Speechless, and feeling even smaller than normal, Fizzy bent forward slightly and raised her tail. The cool drip of lubricant pressed to her tailhole, followed by the even colder press of a metal tip. The size was no issue - she was well-trained in that regard, even before she was captured and brought here. Or at least, it wasn't until Tight pulled something, and it flared out to a size that even Fizzy wouldn't be able to eject on her own. She turned to look over her shoulder - as if that would help - but did find a chain hanging behind her. From the weight of it - and the tug against her insides when she staggered in surprise at this discovery - it was definitely connected to the plug.

"Careful, darling. Could really hurt yourself if you fall like that."

"H-how am I supposed to do my job like this?"

"With this thing." Tight flicked Fizzy's horn, causing her to flinch. "'Sides, I think patrons may be a little more understanding of shortages of glassware." She gripped her exposed breast, not hard enough to hurt her, but definitely hard enough to make her gasp.

"Dyahh! Wh... why are... why? What..." She gulped. "What am I being punished for?"

"Because you, missy, were derelict in your duty last week."

"That was an accident, blimey!"

Tight gripped her chin. "You got a case of the horny-brain and wandered off, and got yourself stuck. Now, I need you to understand. I ain't upset about a couple days short-handed. I've had bar hands disappear off the face of the earth before. Usually they're just getting out of this hole. The fact that you came back after only five days is water under the bridge. The reason you're being promoted to full-time eye candy is why you were derelict."

"The... is it because I went walkabouts in the fenced off decks?"

"What? No. It's that bird."

"Alistar?"

Tight scowled. "Yeah. Him."

"What's wrong with him? He's treated me okay!"

"He's a pirate and you're a lost little lamb all alone in the woods."

"Well... you're a pirate, inn't you?"

Tight frowned, and hooked a finger under the bust strap of Fizzy's armbinder, giving it a yank that put her off balance, forcing her to lean on Tight for support. "The point is you can't be running off with every smooth-talker that stops by here. Not all of them will show you a good time and put them back where they found you. A lot of 'em will lead a cute, gullible thing like you away, scrub your brain and sell you off to some duke or something. Or keep you as a drugged-up fucktoy in their bed. Or-"

"... chain me by the arse to a bar for display."

Tight smirked. "Now you're gettin' it. Open up."

"What? ... Oh." With a bashful look at the floor, she inhaled, and then opened her jaw wide. Shortly after came the gag - not a particularly large one, but strapped securely, and with a soft rubber bit that was just big and hard enough that there was no way to get all of it out of her mouth with the muzzle strapped in tight.

"Lucky for you, this arrangement is only temporary. But this is your work uniform for the time being."

"Hmm hmhff?" Fizzy said without thinking. She then realised what she just tried to do, and issued muffled curses into the gag.

Tight chuckled. "How long? Well, you'd better hope your lil' boyfriend comes to see you again soon, because I ain't taking any of this getup off you until he does. I want him to come in here, see you like this, know that nothing he says or does will get you leaving the bar with him - least not without eating some buckshot - and then he leaves empty-handed. I want him to know that you do not belong to him. And I mean it, I've booked time with the fancy life support tubes so the only thing I need to do when we close up is unhook that chain from the floor and lead you back to my quarters. So get used to balancing like that."

Fizzy struggled desperately. Alistar could return in an hour, he could be gone weeks. What happens if he never comes back? "Now now, settle down. It ain't all bad. If you do a good job for me, there's a reward in it for you." She smirked, and whispered. "The reward is sex." Fizzy's blush spread to her ears. "And all goin' to plan, by the time you're cashing in, you'll be hungry for it." She tapped her on the gagged cheek. "Now. Time to get to work, hm?"

Fizzy's head spun. This was a lot to take in, especially so suddenly. But, she nodded.

"Oh, and one more thing." There's more? "After all of this, I want you wearing a butt plug to work at all times. So the next time you feel tempted to elope with a handsome stranger, you can just imagine the chain behind you." Fizzy's leg wobbled. "It's okay. I'll let you pick the plug at least."