The Edge of the Universe

   //Oberon, Restaurant, shape Shifting, Homosexual, Lingerie, Threesome//

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Oberon spun on his heel, catching the air with his new butterfly-wing patterned skirt with an open front. The sky blue hue glowed under the Diner's fluorescent lighting, and beneath the veil the intricate tiled flooring shimmered with color as he paced the kitchen hall. A pair of Prussian blue thigh highs hooked to a garter belt around his waist with a pair of matching panties, the edges frilled in the same color.
  "Table four's order is up."
  The tray, full of food and drink, balanced perfectly atop Oberon's right fingertips as he walked with one foot in front of the other, purposely accentuating the sway of his feminine body, to the three residents of table four. Upon arrival, the middle aged ex-Corpus soldier, sat on the left side of the booth, placed his hand on Oberon's right hip and slipped his forefinger underneath the waistband. Without skipping a beat Oberon placed the tray on the edge of the table, set the food and drink before the occupants, then softly caressed the intrusive appendage.
  "Is there anything else I can get for you?" Asked Oberon.
  With a faint hint of false surprise, Oberon covered his mouth and gasped at the Soldier who had retrieved his swollen organ from his suit. In response, Oberon glanced to either side before kneeling underneath the table, and with parted lips, he pushed the foreskin over the rim and lapped at the Soldier's frenulum while he ate. Before long, the Soldier released his pent up seed onto Oberon's tongue, who then earnestly swallowed the semen and forced the remainder out of the urethra. Once back on his feet Oberon pushed down on his newly formed erection, tucked it back into his panties and angled it across his left thigh.
  Residents of the diner were known to touch and feel Oberon's body as he passed by, some even going as far as to yank down his underwear to see which animal's genitalia the Druid had morphed his penis into. Although most were content with his normal human-esque cock, many of the regulars often had special requests.
  One such regular whose table was up for an order had taken a special interest in a mythical creature found only in ancient textbooks, the Dragon. Head held high, Oberon made his way through the crowded kitchen and retrieved the customer's tray. By the time he exited through the door only accessible by the staff, a large and extravagant organ weighed down the waistband of his panties and hung freely. A thick blue organ with many rigid bumps along the left and right sides of the shaft, six waves of flesh angled down the underside, and many small and firm, yet pliable, spines made up the rim of the head. The head itself was pointed, but the tip rounded akin to a canines. The scrotum, large and weighty, dangled out of the left leg hole and jiggled against his thighs with every step.
  Oberon needn't instructions or an introduction for the customer sat before him. Immediately upon setting the tray down, and not before unloading it, a firm grip grasped his exotic dong and fingered the spiny rim. The delicate finger work coaxed his erection to life, drawing the engorged knot from it's confinement within his body.
  In a single lithe movement, Oberon mounted the customer, pulled his panties to the side, and descended the length of the Customer's twenty-three centimeter penis. The Customer preemptively pinched the base of Oberon's shaft, stemming his orgasm, as the rules of the diner were that if one were to make the employee orgasm they would have to pay triple for their meal.
  A strained and painful groan seeped out of Oberon as his knees buckled and he sat flush with the Customer's crotch. He wasn't allowed to speak during, nor was he allowed to let the customer do any of the work. Until given the order, all Oberon was capable of doing was sitting in silence with the sound of his current partner eating the meal, his rectum full, and the ache of his erection being forcefully clamped shut against the Customer's stomach.
  Finally, at his request, Oberon placed his hands on the Customer's shoulders and lifted his hips, kissing the tip of the head with his sphincter. Six seconds passed in relative silence before the command was issued for Oberon to begin. First he dropped his hips in a single fluid motion, completely inhaling the Customer's rod within his rectum. An exuberant moan escaped his lips, and although against code it wasn't just for show. Second, Oberon began their usual lengthy session by waving his hand in the air to signal to the other waiters that he was indisposed. And lastly, Oberon cupped his right hand over his mouth to stifle his continued moans and groans of pleasure as to not bother the other customers and to prevent himself from getting into any trouble with his superiors.
  At the sound of the Customer's gratified moan and the wave of Oberon's hand in the air, a bell dinged from the counter. The warm sensation of cum filling and sloshing around inside of his rectum left Oberon feeling satisfied, even if his erection was burning with the desire for release. He gathered the dirtied plate, saucer, and glass back onto the tray then stuffed the generous tip into the pocket of his work belt before returning to the kitchen.
  "Did he fill out the card?" Questioned the owner of the diner.
  "He did, everything is marked of the highest degree." Replied Oberon as he handed over the Customer Satisfaction card.
  The Owner smiled and put her hand on Oberon's right shoulder. "Even though you're our only male hire, you've got a higher satisfaction rating than all of our female employees put together. Keep it up and you'll get a two Platinum an hour raise."
  Right as Oberon went to hug the owner, she redirected him towards the door and pointed at a group of two that had just sat down at table twelve.
  Oberon smoothed his thigh highs and skirt, then shifted his engorged phallus into the shape of a canines. The ridges on the underside stayed, as did the size and powder blue hue. Although the knot was unbearably uncomfortable due to his inability to orgasm on the job, he retrained it's outward appearance for aesthetic purposes. The scrotum shrunk in size, just enough to fit snugly in the panties without being visible. The phallus, so erect it aimed towards the ceiling, bobbed up and down out of his underwear as he made his way over to the pair.
  "Hello, my name is Oberon and I'll be your server. Would you like to see a menu or perhaps try today's special? Might I reiterate on our rules, you must order if you wish to receive service from the employee of your choosing."
  A minute and a half went by as the two young gentlemen, no older than eighteen, exchanged nervous glances before requesting a menu. Between eyeing Oberon's visibly throbbing erection and stuttering their order, Oberon stood and smiled professionally. After a time, the two ordered.
  Oberon pointed towards the counter situated along the Eastern wall. "Alrighty then. I'll take this back and have your order prepared. While I'm gone, feel free to speak to the lady behind that counter if you wish to participate in our special services. Since you're new here, she'll inform you once more of the rules you read on your way in. Thank you, and if you need anything further please don't hesitate to ask."
  Fifteen minutes passed before Oberon returned to the pair's table, a tray full of food atop either hand's fingertips. While setting the dishes on the table before their respective owners, Oberon spoke freely.
  "I heard from the manager that you decided against our services. While a shame, might I ask why? If you're not comfortable explaining, that's perfectly fine too."
  The two looked at each other, then gazed around the diner before speaking.
  "Well, uhm, it's just... We're both too embarrassed to do something like that." Answered the teenager sitting on the left side of the booth.
  "There's no reason to be embarrassed, but I can completely understand where you're coming from. Look over there at table sixteen for example, that man is being serviced by one of our female employees. Over at table twenty-three a friend of mine is laying on her back and servicing all three of those men."
  Oberon paused, then struck with an idea he placed his right palm on the table.
  "How about this. I'll do the paperwork for both of you so you don't have to, and instead of going through the embarrassing steps of requesting someone..."
  With both of their eyes set on him, Oberon pulled his panties down and hooked them under his scrotum. The canine-shaped erection bobbled in the midst of it's freedom, and he presented it to the pair by setting his testicles on the edge of the table as if being part of the meal.
  "He's--" The left customer started before coming to a brief pause. "He's not into men."
  "That's perfectly fine, but what about you?" Questioned Oberon as he tilted his head to the side to stare at the bulge that had formed in the customer's suit.
  "If, if you're okay with it. I, erm, it's still embarrassing though." Stammered the left customer.
  Oberon waved his hand, brushing the comment away, then lent the left customer his ear. After a brief two minutes of back and forth between the left customer and Oberon, he assured him that his request was within the diner's regulations. He then momentarily left the two to begin their meal.
  Not long afterward, Oberon returned to his position beside the pair's table. He had stuffed his erect canine phallus into his panties by angling it across his thigh, and although the bulge gave sight to both the rounded tip and the upper half of the knot it was hidden well enough to the customer's request. Oberon regarded the customer in silence, then motioned for him to retrieve himself from the prison that was his suit. Only after laying eyes upon the appendage did Oberon begin fulfilling his request.
  The waistband of Oberon's panties snapped against his flesh as he worked and rotated his hips, performing one of his many sensual routines. He turned on his heels, then lifted his skirt and pushed the right side of his underwear down to the middle of his thigh. His movements flowed together like liquid, and right as he spun to face the customer he teased him by letting his tip slip from the waistband.
  With a forefinger under either side of the underwear, Oberon splayed his knees and crouched to sit on his toes. As he gradually stood back upright, he pushed his underwear down to his knees and turned sideways, showing off the full size of his package as it protruded from his person and stared at the ceiling.
  Oberon grasped his swollen knot and squeezed, forcing pre-cum to squirt from his tip as a finale, then took to his hands and knees. Once underneath the table, Oberon angled his rear end towards the left seat. Two firm hands took hold of his hips and tugged backward, and the familiar sensation of his sphincter widening to accommodate a well-endowed customer caused him to well with joy.
  Upon tilting his head back to revel in the stomach-churning bliss, the sight of the supposed straight customer angling his penis underneath the table encompassed his vision.
  "You know the rules, I have to have a verbal order." Breathed Oberon between satisfied moans.
  The right customer was taciturn, but eventually and shyly gave the order. Oberon gulped the erection down his esophagus to the base, his tongue worked hard against the back of the shaft and he tried with all his being to please the customer.
  He knew he was being reckless, but he didn't care. Oberon increased his pace and bounced against the cushioned seat while clenching his kegels, tightening the grip on the customer's shaft. Even with pinching the base of his erection, Oberon's mind spiraled and his body soon followed. Without stopping even for a second, Oberon angled himself so that the head of the customer's penis continuously jammed against his prostate, forcing strand after sticky strand of semen to burst out of his urethra and spray all over the floor.
  Soon after, a rush of semen squirted out and permeated the inside of his cheeks and throat. He tasted the salty goodness, a thick liquid that he pushed against the roof of his mouth to smear across his tongue, fell down his throat as he drank directly from the nozzle. Not long after that, a warmth entered his rectum that flowed deeper and deeper into his intestines as he continued to pump the customer's penis for all it was worth. The three stayed in their positions for several minutes, all coming down from their orgasms with Oberon taking longer than the others. His body involuntarily kept nudging backward, milking his prostate and causing him to squirt pre-cum until nothing was left.
  He knew he had screwed the customers out of their money, but at the same time he didn't care. Try as he might to be a good employee and keep his customers satisfied, it was only once in a blue moon one was actually capable of making him reach orgasm though anal alone. Because of it, he always made sure to make them regulars.
  Oberon stood with his still leaking, but now flaccid, organ dangling freely and his panties around his knees. A drop of semen stuck to his cheek, and a glistening trail of semen leaked from anus.
  "You've both been wonderful customers, and I hope you've found your meals satisfactory. As your server, I want to offer you my most sincere apologies for my transgression. In light of this, and in the hopes you'll return to this establishment, please allow me to pay for the trouble I have caused you."
  The pair allowed Oberon to pay for his part of the bill, then they hurried out the door after filling out the customer satisfaction cards and promising to return the next day. Afterward, Oberon pulled up his panties, cleaned the booth, and returned to the kitchen to end his shift for the day.
  On the way out, Ember entered the diner with Nezha on all fours and a leash around his neck. An audible buzzing caught Oberon's attention as he passed, and upon looking back he spotted a rather large pink vibrator residing in Nezha's anus. And, with a shrug, he exited The Edge of the Universe diner.
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