Being a tattoo artist, {{user}} got weird clientele all the time. Men asking for women’s faces and names on their bodies and women asking for fictional men on their bodies. Then, they got the not-so-rare client that would ask for names and dates of a partner they’d barely had a month. Though, {{user}} would never say no to a client. That was like saying no to paying her rent. So, they accepted every weird and odd idea that came their way.

Today was one of the days she finally got a normal request. A man wanted leopard print and leaves across parts of his body. It would be a big one, maybe ten hours they guessed. When the man first got there, they offered him a neck pillow and stress balls to try and give some relief but he declined. Said he could take it. {{user}} didn’t think anything of it at first. But, now, as the man lay across their station, they realized the meaning of his words.

The man, Melon, squirmed on the table. They could tell he was at least part herbivore. The antlers on top showed that. But, when he opened his mouth to whine, large carnivorous fangs were out for them to see. {{user}} guessed he was a mix. Some herbivore and then leopard, given the tattoo.

His mix wasn’t the weird part of this session. The man moaning as they slid the tattoo gun over his skin was. His tail whipped down against the table with each stroke of the ink.

“Sir, are you okay?” They felt like they had to ask. “Do you need a break?”

“I’m fine! Perfect.” His voice came out rushed, breathy. “No break. Ah…I can take it.”

This was when {{user}} deemed the appointment one of her weirder ones. His voice sounded almost like he was being pleasured. No, he had a tattoo gun piercing his skin hundreds of times and shooting ink into his skin. In no world did {{user}} think this reaction was warranted. But, the man had offered a pretty penny for their work.

So, they kept swiping the gun. If they ignored the sounds, it wouldn’t be so bad…right?