Closing time had come and gone, but Digby was still on the clock. Mr Creampie had invited friends over tonight and needed his employee to wait on them.
Mr Creampie had been kinder to Digby over this last month. Sure he still called him Piggy and had him dress in humiliating outfits. But that was mostly it. Digby hadn't been degraded, trashed, or publicly humiliated since the first time, the dreaded sour cream and leftovers incident. Even today's outfit was fairly tame: just a standard waitress uniform. Truly the only concern was the fact that Digby's hair refused to grow back, leaving him eyebrowless and nothing but a long blonde pigtails tied in a bright pink bow on the top of his head. His current eyebrows were the words "PIE ME! PIE ME!" written in sharpie, courtesy of Mr Creampie. But other than that, Mr Creampie had been kind and fair to his employee this last month. Unfortunately, as Digby rolled the dessert trolley over to his boss's table; the boisterous gang of hairy bikers, the whispers, and a twinkle in Mr Creampie's eye, brought back an intense feeling of vulnerability.
"Good evening gentlemen, could I interest you in a range of fine desserts?" Digby asked, as if talking to any other customer. They were a very rude group, shouting over each other, hand me the key lime pie, get me another beer, oi piggy can I get more custard on this! Mr Creampie was the only gentleman among them. He even said please and thank you.
"What's with the stupid get up? Did he lose a bet or something?" One of the bikers scoffed, his mouth full of lemon meringue.
"Haha! No, Piggy's just like that. Just a big fat slut, ain't ya Piggy?" Alarms went off in Digby's head.
"Yes sir, Mr Creampie," Digby replied, head down and avoiding eye contact.
"Fuck that's hilarious!" Another of the bikers barked. Digby started to walk away with the dessert trolley.
"Hold up there Piggy! Come back here," Mr Creampie ordered, then turned to his biker friends. "Wanna see something really funny?"

Mr Creampie stood to meet Digby as he returned with the dessert trolley.
"Have a seat Piggy," Mr Creampie gestured, not at a chair, but on the floor. Digby blushed, looked to Mr Creampie, looked to the bikers, took a deep breath, and complied, sitting cross legged on the diner floor. One of the bikers giggled. "Sorry, no. Could you get up onto your knees?" Once again, Digby complied. "And then put your hands flat on the floor right in front of you. Good boy. Now arch upwards and look up at my friends". Digby waited on the floor like a dog, anxiously waiting for his master's next command. The bikers all stared down at the fae with incredulous grins. "Alright Piggy, nothing to worry about. I just want you to keep that pose, and above all, don't take your hands off the floor. Understand?"
"Yes sir".
"Good". SPLAT! Mr Creampie wasted no time in surprising Digby with a thick cherry cream pie, smashed and smeared into the pig's face. The bikers erupted with laughter. The boss removed his hand but the pie clung to Digby's face like a mask. PLOP! Plop plop plop! Down on Digby's bald head came gallons of Greek yogurt from a big tub. The yogurt plopped and pooled thickly down the back of the pig's head and down his back. SQUIRT! First from above, then all over, Digby was topped off with big bottles of honey. The laughter continued through out. Digby was absolutely, paranormally frozen. His hands stayed where they were, and he never stopped facing the bikers. Why couldn't he move?
"What do you say Piggy?" Mr Creampie patronized melodramatically.
"Th-thank you Master Cum-cum Creampie. OINK OINK!"