meet the morph staff. maybe pick one up

As you mull over your choices, discussing them with the clerk, you don’t pay much attention where you’re going. As you walk along, you suddenly bounce off something so solid you’d think it was a wall if it weren’t moving. You look up to see a hard-bodied rhinocerous woman wearing a collar, a short horn prodding up from her snout. She gives you a sharp scowl and snorts, though you see a flicker of softness in her eyes when she looks at you. She’s over 7 feet tall, and piled with muscle. It doesn’t keep you from admiring the sculpted feminine figure of hers, and still large and very shapely melons planted on top of her hard pecs and abs.

“It’s ok, Sherry,” says the clerk calmingly. “He’s with me. Friendly.”
Sherry surprises you when she picks you up by the arm, looking you over. Her nostrils flare as she sniffs at you, looking a bit puzzled before she sets you down. Her hand lingers on you for a moment before she moves on quietly.

“What was that?” you ask him.
“Sherry is one of the anthro staff we use here. She hasn’t found a master in a while so we let her work here since she’s out of training. She’s strong, dependable, and not bad to look at, am I right?”
“Wow. So why hasn’t anyone taken her?” you ask.
“She’s… aggressive,” he admits. “Not violent, per say, but she has some issues. Probably first and foremost, she doesn’t think anyone can match her stamina and lust in bed. Just don’t tell her I said that. She has special needs like that, but she’s a perfect companion for some.”
“But you use anthros for staff? That’s odd…”
“Not really. They’re smart and helpful, and it’s another way to show them off. We only give them collars so we can have them talk when needed. Sherry just isn’t that chatty with strangers. I’m shocked she was as close with you as she was.”

“Here. Let me show you something.” The clerk smirked and pulls you into a new doorway. This one doesn’t seem to be themed on any environment, a rather comfortable looking, homey area. “This is the staff quarters,” he informed. “We relax here, keep our belongings, some of us sleep here if we’re too beat to get home. There’s a few things you wouldn’t see out there, too…”

You see what he means when you spot the white-furred anthro ahead. It actually takes you a moment to realize she is one, since she’s bent over dusting and wearing a french maid outfit. She is apparently a French poodle, appropriately enough. Her cute round bottom sticks out under her skirt with a puffy tail, and a mess of curls hangs out of the back of her head. She sits up and turns when the clerk calls something in French to her, smiling sweetly at you two. She folds her arms neatly under her bust, making it squish up to look exceptionally big.

“Ah, masteur has guests! And such a handzome one!” she says brightly. “I am Mimi. C’est pleased to meet you!” Her voice is thick with a French accent that you have to admit comes across as pretty sexy. You notice the collar in place on her neck and hide the disappointment.
“Collars can be reprogrammed to recognize new masters,” the clerk says discreetly. “Don’t feel bad about that. Plus she doesn’t belong to anyone particular, just the staff itself. Very obedient, very clean, and we suspect kind of a closet perv. She made that outfit herself…

“But she’s up for grabs! Just like Nora there.” The clerk motions to a slim, feminine bear morph in a suit top and skirt, her head hair pulled back into a bun and wearing glasses. She sorts through a number of book shelves, putting away a stack of books she keeps against her modest chest, though her suit still shows off some cleavage. She blushes when she sees you staring at her, but waves back with a small smile.

“Nora’s our resident librarian. Most of our bear morphs were large and strong or heavy, but she came out a bit of a runt. Plus her eyesight was a bit off, so she became timid and we kept her here as our live-in book-keeper and librarian fetish. Of course, we’d be glad to let her go if the right master showed an interest.