From Peepsicle Poser, Chapter 1 Quraria’s Date
I posed Peepsicles, and no one did it better.
An hour before the end of my shift at the posing station, I saw twin Human peeps queued up. They were blonde, male, and buff. Their skin was a lot paler than the lightest ush, but maybe they were albinos, wherever they came from. Impressive broad shoulders and huge hands. Bodybuilders? Yep, definitely bodybuilders, typical height. If those big guys were standing, they’d only reach my waist. Good thing peeps were a lot skinnier than ush. As it was, I got a decent workout lifting ’em from the conveyor to work tables and back to the conveyor. I was no bodybuilder, just a woman with awesome muscles.
I put the carrier holding the first blonde on work table A and wedged the extraction cup between his legs. Then, I tipped his head back, slipped the wash nozzle into his throat, and pressed the cycle button. The nozzle sealed, a valve opened, and warm, pressurized water squirted in. His belly bloated up, and vacuum-assist clamped the extraction cup tight to his flesh. Nasty, gurgling sounds escaped from the cup as it drew out intestinal contents. Peeps could be stinky, but that one wasn’t bad.
While the cleaning cycle ran, I finished up the female on table B. The indicator on the nozzle was green, so I wiggled it out with care. Sometimes I’d cut myself on a peep’s teeth when I extracted the nozzle, but not this time. I rolled the peep onto her left side and grabbed a pointy stick out of a bin. Holding the stick parallel to her spine, I skewered her. For my last task, I gave her a dancer pose and set her carrier back on the conveyor. The previous station operator cut the hair short on all of them and removed extreme body hair.
Hair processing was my least favorite task, but new hires always started at that station. After a couple of days, I got sick of trimming hair and taught myself to do it faster. Then I used that extra time to pre-pose the peeps. It annoyed the poser, and I got high on his irritation. Also got me noticed, and that’s how I advanced to the poser station. Happiest day of my life, for the last year anyway, ’cause I remember nothin’ before that. But you gotta take the bad with the good, and losing most of your life memories is bad, in my one-year-old opinion.
When I finished Mariayn—I call all the femmes that, and the males are Delgard—she rolled into the Magic Box. That’s what I and the other line workers called it. It was really a mysterious, huge, blue gizmo that broke down bone, teeth, fingernails, and all the other body parts into gel and flash froze the peep before it could lose its shape. And it shrank the peeps to one-quarter-size, including the skewers. Another magic part was that it didn’t make very many chemical changes. All the protein and hard stuff just got kinda liquidy, but not cooked. That’s what gave Peepsicles their unique flavors and made ’em so popular.
Back on the conveyor, I picked up Delgard Two and put him on table B. That was the full workflow, and it ran over and over and over from start of shift to break to lunch to break to end of shift. Gotta love the new workplace. Repetitive and numbing, but the pay’s the best.
I got Delgard Two running through the cleaning cycle and then stepped over to table A where the fun part began on Delgard One. When arranging peeps, I got creative. Those two were screaming show-offs, so I went with the obvious. I laid him on his back and tied his legs together with gummy string below the kneecaps. Next, I folded his legs at the knees and tucked his heels up under his butt. Peeps are skinny compared to ush and too tall, so I had to fold ’em to fit the packaging. It’s practical, too. A standing Peepsicle makes it hard to hold the stick, and those lanky legs break off way too easy. So I use lots of folded leg poses, and I think it looks cool.
After the legs, I closed up his fists and laid his arms across his belly. From another bin, I took a medium gummy wedge and used it to lift his head and upper back. I was faking the Most-Muscular Crab pose. I couldn’t make the muscles bulk up, but that was OK. Posing was about impressions, and that’s what counted. Besides, those two had enormous arms to start with. When the cleaning was done, I did Delgard Two in a Side Chest pose, also with folded legs. Peeps are just too damn long.
“Yo, Herrand,” I said, leaning backward over the railing and looking past the Magic Box, “two fancies headed your way.” Herrand worked the next station, sealing the peeps inside wrappers.
The company liked me at the posing station because my peeps got attention. People enjoyed taking photos of themselves with their peeps. Lots of folks sent photos to Peepsicles Unlimited for the weekly contest. I had more winners than anybody else.
Pretty soon, Herrand called back.
“C-c-cute, Quaria. I bet those win this week.”
Herrand always had trouble with my real name—Quraria—but I didn’t care. He wasn’t too sharp, stuttered, and was overweight, but nice. He had a crush on me, and that was as far as it would ever go. Most days, I walked to the cafeteria with him for lunch.
Seems like somebody always mocked him. ‘G-g-g-got a new g-g-girlfriend, Herrand?’ Then the trolls would laugh like they were some kinda hot stuff. Times like that, I’d grab his arm and pull it to my breast. I could tell he liked that—even though I was teasing—but his face always went pink. Go figure.
I thought the twin bodybuilders were a sign. Dayn and I had a date lined up at The Prancer. We first met in a different bar a few weeks ago. And after two bona fide dates, I figured he was the one I’d been hunting. I also hoped he would be on the prowl that night.
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