Workplace Conduct
She knelt on her hands and knees in the center of the conference table. No one had arrived yet, but she could hear the clock ticking in the quiet. The room was dimly lit by sunlight coming in from the closed blinds.
The door opened and she winced. She didn’t know who came in, as she was facing the other way, but whoever it was would catch an eyeful of her underwear beneath her pleated skirt.
“Good morning Fluttershy.” came the deputy mayor’s voice, and Flutters winced as the blinds were pulled open, light flooding the room. The next employee entered but was stopped before he could speak.
“Ah, could you get the lights? The fluorescents will help with visibility.”
The ceiling lights came on and Fluttershy no longer felt the faint protection of relative darkness.
A couple of others came in at the same time, joking with one another until they caught sight of Fluttershy on the table.
“Duuude, no way! They got that butterfly chick.”
“Fluttershy.” corrected the other guy. “Though I have to say I’m surprised.”
The two guys sat down on either side of her, staring at her hanging breasts.
“Dude! Her tits are so heavy their touching the desk.”
Fluttershy turned bright red, but apparently not even her embarrassment was private; not here.
“You made her blush! Look at that color.”
“She’s so cute with her eyes shut tight.” said the guy that turned on the lights, sitting down in front of her.
“Dude, probably not as tight as her asshole!”
The two ‘bros’ high-fived under her belly behind her hanging breasts. It was like she was hardly even there, and yet she felt unbearably present. How could they just talk about her like that?
The rest of the employees trickled in, admiring the view and chatting idly until the everypony who was going to attend was in attendance.
“Alright everyone, let’s get down to business.” said the deputy mayor.
Fluttershy had no idea what was on the projector that was being presented, she normally wouldn’t have been allowed in here during a meeting, but she had been pressured by the deputy mayor and assured it was a ‘smart career move,’ with the insinuation that it would be unwise to refuse.
The guy sitting in front of her made things especially uncomfortable. Whenever her hair would fall in such a way that it served as a curtain of privacy he would gently move it out of the way again.
Her arms grew tired before long, and her breasts, though contained in her blouse, did drag a bit on the table, which made her nipples hard and provoked a tiny wet spot to appear on her underwear.
“Hey, I think this girl is getting tired.” said one of the ‘bros.’
“Ha! Her tits are too heavy for her!” said the other. “We should let her rest her arms.”
The two bros grabbed her wrists and stood, pulling her arms behind her back and causing her to fall onto her chest, her breasts cushioning her as her face fell into them, but the sudden expansion from being pressed up against the table caused her blouse to burst, sending buttons flying.
“Wow!” said the guy sitting in front of her. “I almost got hit!” Everyone started laughing, except Fluttershy who was just glad she could hide her face, even if it was in her own cleavage.
With her ass in the air, her skirt began to slip up, sliding off her ass and bunching up around her waist.
“Hey look, you can see her butt-crack above her panties!” someone shouted, and Fluttershy wished she could turn off her ears.
“Alright alright, everyone. Let’s get back to it.” said the Mayor, and once again the meeting resumed.
At some point somepony thought it would be entertaining to slip a pen into her panties, sticking out of her butt-cleavage. Then it became the common storage place for pens moving forward, until her panties were overladed and drooping below her not-so-private-anymores.
When the intern came in with the coffees she was horrified by what she saw, but dared not say anything, for she too was compromised, being forced to wear her blouse open and without a bra, having been told she “hardly had any boobs anyway.” What’s worse is that they made her clip her name-tag through her nipple, which was extremely painful. But once again it was played off. “You got your ears pierced right? What’s the difference?”
When she set the last coffee down the guy in front of Fluttershy took a sip, then stuffed the cup in her spacious cleavage like it was a cupholder. It was more than humiliation, it was just plain mean.
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Somewhere out in the world Discord had grown tired of his community service and decided to blow off some steam and pay a surprise visit to a dear friend.
He disguised himself as an employee and snuck into her workplace, looking everywhere until he came across a girl who he was certain had to be violating the dress code, though she didn’t look happy about it.
From her name-tag he deduced that she was one of Fluttershy’s friends, and suddenly he began to sense that something was very wrong.
The intern, Scootaloo, was able to direct him to the conference room where he found Fluttershy. Horrified, he altered his disguise to impersonate the mayor and barged in.
“I hope I’m not interrupting.” he said, and with a flick of his finger the guys that were sitting at the table lost their clothes and found their arms tied behind the chairs, which now had seats made of loose netting through which their testicles dangled beneath them.
With a snap Fluttershy and the deputy mayor switched places, though the mayor was bound.
“Now where is that intern?” Scootaloo swiftly appeared at the door and giggled at the sight.
“Hey kid, you ever play soccer? We’ve got some spare balls here. Let’s see what you got.”