This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Brezzen stood tall in the interview room, his long tail swinging lightly back and forth. Clad in light blue scales with an almost periwinkle hue to them, he stood out from other dragons, though that was more from the way he held himself rather than his natural confidence. Small, bronze scales drew attention across his body, as if he was speckled, a line of chunky spines running down his spine, from the back of his head all the way down to the tip of his tail, where they fanned into a smooth, spade-shaped tip.
The drake rippled with muscle, not a spare ounce of fat on him, easy and powerful, his tail lifted so it did not drag across the ground. He bragged a rather impressive set of horns too, big and chunky with a curve to them like those of a ram, speaking of some distant heritage of his as an Earth type dragon. Brezzen did not burrow or dig, however, his claws more refined for catching prey and hunting, his chest with a sharp, proud curve to it and his head rising on a long, elegant neck. His eyes were set in his face like twin emeralds, the jewels the dragon could carry along with him on his body.
Brezzen, of course, was as bold and as confident as most dragons were, self-assured of his place in the world, even though he had not spent a large amount of time in it -- not for a dragon. While dragons could live for centuries, he was only in his thirties and considered young by most other dragons.
Yet Brezzen, like all other dragons, had a drive and a hunger for land, for power... Well, anything, really, he could hoard. It was not all that unusual in the grand scheme of things, but the drake had uncovered a rather unconventional way to go after what he wanted.
Other dragons would, most likely, not approve, but, well...what did Brezzen care about that? He was his own dragon and above their petty ways.
Little did Brezzen know that most dragons felt like that too. He was outside the norm there, though every dragon thought they were special. It was, in a way, one thing that made things more than a little difficult for them in life, a weakness they had to be modest in order to learn their way out of.
He eyed up the fox and wolf anthros, seated behind a white desk, the room almost clinically clean and smelling of strong products -- very unnatural. Brezzen growled and wrinkled his muzzle, though he only afforded himself a slight shake of his head. Anthros dominated the land, though dragons most typically still lived in the more natural areas, outside the towns and cities and farmland, living their own ways. Most of the time, he was more than happy to let anthros have their ways, using technology and doing new things... But what need did a dragon have of any of that? Some dragons traded with the anthros, others offered tours and insights into their land, their world. Brezzen rarely dealt with any of that, only watching from a distance, sometimes, if he was particularly bored.
They just didn't draw his attention all that much, if he was honest. Their little lives were beyond his long years, his life stretching out far, far ahead of him.
Brezzen, however, had been tempted to interview for a strange role indeed. Apparently, anthros wanted to make films about dragons, though it wasn't to learn about them (though that would have been an admirable task indeed) and he had responded to the call for participants, which had been sent out into various dragon territories. Some of the envoys had been sent back with coarse words and fiery breath, though the dragons had stopped in time rather than causing a conflict, which was probably for the best.
The envoys had been gryphons, who flitted back and forth between anthro and feral worlds, crossing over territories where they were permitted as if they didn't truly belong in either. Dragons would sometimes converse with gryphons, but, well, they weren't all that entertaining to them either, nothing to really hold their attention.
"Now... Sir Brezzen..."
He picked up his head a little as the fox, who had introduced himself as Cuka, addressed him, the red-furred creature nearly bouncing in his seat. He seemed to be a creature who always needed to be in perpetual motion.
"Brezzen is fine."
The drake shuffled his large wings against his back, the leathery flaps brushing roughly against one another. The wolf stiffened a little, eyeing him. Brezzen hid his smirk. Good, anthros should be wary around them. Fascination was something, but it was wariness that added a healthy dose of respect into the equation too.
"Brezzen, in that case," Cuka said breezily, his lips stretching into an easy grin. "Thank you for coming here today, it's truly an honour! Do you know the extent of the job this interview is for? How much did our envoy manage to convey to you?"
Brezzen tilted his head, raising an eyebrow.
"Why don't you tell me again?" He suggested, lips twitching in a draconic smile. "Just to make sure your envoy has done his job well."
The wolf sighed.
"Very well. Brezzen, I am Ambor, one of your interviewers today. As our envoy should have conveyed to you, the role we are interviewing for is for a candidate to take part in a series of highly X-rated, adult scenes. These, of course, will be highly sexual in nature, delving into various kinks and fetishes. Is this what you are expecting?"
Brezzen grinned, parting his jaws as he surveyed both of the smaller anthros.
"Of course," he said. "I was merely testing you."
Cuka giggled, seemingly nervous, though Ambor didn't twitch a single muscle. If the dragon had not already been as aloof as he was, he would have at least been a little impressed.
"Very well then," Ambor went on. "But it is the two of us who will be testing you today. So, if we may begin, let us consider your sexual experience. Have you mated before?"
Brezzen growled, lips rippling over his lines of sharp teeth.
"Of course!" He snapped, as if it was not a question that should ever have come up. "What do you take me for?"
Ambor surveyed him carefully.
"There are roles for virgins too, this merely helps determine a little better just where you may fit in our scenes," he said levelly. "Cuka's examination will show you a little more what we expect there. Is it permitted for Cuka to touch you?"
"Oh, well..." Brezzen shuffled a little awkwardly, not having expected that to come up so quickly. "Yes. Yes, he may."
"Excellent!"
Cuka all but bounced up to the dragon, not bothering to bring a clipboard with him or anything at all that he may have needed to take notes with. The fox, of course, was an expert in his role and began smoothly, running his paws over the dragon's body, as high as he could reach, in long, soft strokes, using the palms of his paws.
"Hm, good muscle tone, yes... Few restrictions..." He muttered under his breath, as if he was making a mental catalogue of everything. "You can go on with asking the interview questions, Ambor, don't worry about me. Just make sure he doesn't step on me!"
Brezzen rolled his eyes.
"I am not that large..."
But Ambor was already looking at his list of questions.
