The restaurant you work at is pretty average, a step or two above what is essentially pony-subway. Since you were hired, there have been some changes to the clientele. A lot more unicorns, and mayonnaise has become a heavily requested topping. As you bring yet another sandwich to a table, you do your best to ignore all the attention you are getting. Did you mention the unicorns?
Because the main thing you are ignoring is at least five different magical touches stroking your dick, inside your pants. Lyra accepts the sub with a shy thank you, and the touch that feels like velvet falters in its light attention. In such a manner, you have narrowed down who is doing what. For instance, the touch that is cupping your sack is Rarity. She winks at you, and extends a long hindleg to the side. You don't quite roll your eyes; she tips well, and has helped you quite a bit with clothes. The next sandwich goes to Twilight, who is nearly hiding in the corner. You set it before her, and she says,
"An- uh, I mean waiter?"
"Yes?"
It feels like a tongue licking your shaft, such that you almost feel the damp warmth of the thing. She glances down at the plate.
"Do you like it? Working here?"
You smile, and pat her shoulder.
"All things considered, it's a good fit."
The sub lifts, held by her magic.
"I'm glad. I should let you get back to work, then."
She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as she slowly pushes the sub into her mouth, mayonnaise leaking out as she bites down. You give her a friendly nod and move on. As you pass Vinyl's table, you feel a slight probe at your rear entrance. You almost stumble, and she smirks behind a hoof. You glare at her.
"How'd you like that if I did it to you?"
If anything, her smirk gets broader.
"Is that a promise?"
Reaching out, you flick her horn. She winces; it is a sensitive thing on ponies, and her smile turns rueful.
"That was a low blow, Anon. You'll never get a mare if you handle a compliment like that!"
"I prefer mares who like to be penetrated, not the other way around."
The DJ grins.
"You might like it."
You shake your head and walk away. At a lighter prodding at the same spot, you promise death with your eyes. She holds up her hooves in surrender, and you let it go.
There is only one touch you haven't identified, but by the size of the simulated hoof kneading your buttcheeks, the suspect list is pretty small. Returning to the kitchen, you nod at the stallion preparing the next sandwich. He's a pretty chill boss, and takes good care of you.
"If they cross the line, just let me know alright? I know how intimidating it can be, being surrounded by slobbering mares."
"Thanks, Home Slice. I don't mind it too much, but I do feel better knowing you've got my back."
He gives you a warm smile, the returns to chopping vegetables. As you pass by the spice closet, a strong scent of vanilla wafts from beneath the door. Guess the extract bottle fell and broke.
"Hey, looks like we'll have to get some more vanilla. Do we have a mop?"
Home Slice gestures to a corner by the sinks, the bucket already half-full of soapy water.
"Thanks."
You open the closet door and- Sweet Celestia, you found the booty molester. Which is to say, you find sweet Celestia, leaning against the shelves, a hoof between her nethers, and her horn glowing faintly. Her breathing is shallow, and her eyes are clenched shut, and you have no idea what to do in this situation. Your professional reflexes take over.
"Welcome to the Sub Mission Diner. May I take your order?"
Her eyes snap open, and her cheeks gradually redden as she removes her hoof slowly. She glances down at her glistening hoof, and you feel the grasp on your butt fall away.
"I- I apologize, Anon. You are supposed to be safe here, but I-"
You interrupt her.
"It's fine, really. Would you like a sandwich?"
She looks at you, confusion clouding her face. It's kinda cute.
"You... don't mind?"
The feeling of a large hoof gently comes to rest against your rear. You smile.
"Just stay out of the butthole, and it's fine. So how about that sandwich?"
Celestia smiles hesitantly.
"In that case, I would like a Romaine Black Bean on asiago bread."
"And how much mayonnaise would you like on that?"
"How much? I don't think mayonnaise is the right topping for that at all!"
Come to think of it, it's not part of the original build.
"Oh yeah, sorry. It's just a habit from the mares always asking for it."
She nods in understanding.
"Who wouldn't want your mayo in their sandwich?"
The fun thing about innuendo, is that you can take it half-way, and it's still innuendo.
"So you would like it, if I jizzed on your sandwich?"
And the blush is back in full force.
"I-if you want to?"
"Sure, I'll be back in a moment with your order."
Home Slice is pretty quick; less than five minutes later, you return with the sandwich open on the plate. The princess gives you a questioning look.
"Thought I'd give you a dinner and a show."
With that, you unzip your pants and pull out your cock. Celestia's face is now beet red, and she is mesmerized by the swing of your sausage. Then she notices the several magic auras molesting you, and frowns.
"That is truly ungentlemarely. Let me help you with that."
It feels like your dick is plunged into liquid sunlight, and all the other sensations fall away. You actually moan a little; it feels amazing. Celestia's eyes widen.
"I apologize, I didn't mean to-"
You start thrusting into the golden aura around your manhood, retaining just enough sense to aim at the sandwich. The princess stops, forgetting her words entirely. The sleeve of sunlight starts stroking you, acquiring enough firmness to feel like a mouth, or maybe a certain marehood. It feels like you are having sweet, sweet consensual sex with the sun, perhaps for procreative purposes. Celestia licks her lips, a wet spot spreading from where she is sitting. As you approach the climax, you add your hand to the mix, both to aim and to stimulate. Your breath hitches as she squeezes your cock, and you let your seed fly, splattering on the sandwich and the plate. You jerk out a few more ropes, and shakily wipe off your dick on the bread of the sub. You close the sandwich, and offer it to her.
"Boner appétit, Princess."
She smiles a little at the wordplay, and takes a bite. Celestia hums in enjoyment as she chews. She swallows, and says,
"Thank you, Anon. It adds just the right touch."
"You are quite welcome, it was my pleasure."
You stick around; no customers come in, so you end up watching the entire foot long sub slowly make its way past her dainty lips and down her elegant throat. Even returned to the confines of your pants, your dick twitches every time she swallows. Crumbs still on her lips, she lowers her head and licks the plate, maintaining eye contact while she laps at your cum. You are now diamonds. She levitates the plate to you, and you reluctantly return to the main kitchen and ring up the sandwich. As you hand her the bill on a small tray, you lean in extra close and whisper in her ear,
"I get off at 5, if you are interested."
She shudders, a hot breath grazing your shoulder.
"I am. Oh, but how I am."
You collect the bits, and saunter off, swaying your hips for the fun of it. You are rewarded with a firm squeeze, and you return to your normal duties, happily anticipating the evening.