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[b][u][center]Filing the Applicants Away

For Blitzrigen

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Blitz was a bundle of energy compared to everyone inside Anderson, Incorporated’s skyscraper headquarters. Admittedly, the red-furred fennec was somewhat hyper-active compared to just about anyone, but the dark-suited anthros that populated the main lobby and the various halls of the tall building were almost as silent as the grave compared to him. They moved about in precise steps and utter silence, and he almost forgot that they were around the minute that he took his eyes off them.

“Needs a little more life in here,” he muttered as he stepped off the elevator. “If I didn’t need a job this bad…”

He shook his head. If nothing else, maybe he could bring a little life into this place. Might even get him a bonus.

Sticking his hands in his pockets, he walked down the hallway to his interview. As he did, he turned on his heel, spinning around and taking the whole place in. The ceilings were far taller than he was used to. At five-foot-four, he wasn’t exactly topping any height charts, but the ceiling felt like it was almost another ten feet higher than him, making him feel even smaller than usual. The doors, too, seemed to reach somewhere just over ten feet in height, making the whole hallway feel like it was just built for the really tall freaks of nature.

That, combined with the almost liquid-like black that covered everything, made him feel like he had been eaten by some dark monstrosity. He kinda liked it.

Once he reached the door for his interview, he paused and looked back the way he’d come. For a split-second, he thought he saw something on the floor, some shimmer that had been moving in his direction, but it disappeared as soon as he stared at it. Blitz cocked his head to the side, mouth open in a long ‘uhhhhhhhhhh’ before he pushed it shut again.

“Okay, this place is weird. But they’re paying good, they’re paying [i]real[/i] good. Just go with it and pretend you’re not going crazy…”

The door opened easily. Standing behind a desk was a dog-like anthro that looked like he’d stepped out of one of those old early 2000s bands, wearing some sort of visor-faced helmet with wires that ran down either side of his desk. The massive window behind him left a night-time city-scape for a beautiful backdrop, but mostly, it just sold the image of someone that was completely corporate. The faceless visor only made that more obvious.

“[b]Welcome.[/b]”

Even the voice was like something out of an old vocoder. Blitz walked up to the desk and leaned back against the chair provided, acutely aware of being one of the only sources of color in the entire building so far.

“[b]You are Blitz. Correct?[/b]”

“Yep,” he said, biting back the question about whether the dog-machine was the local blender or some other appliance. “Here for an interview.”

“[b]There is no need for an interview.[/b]”

“...I’m sorry, whaaaaaat?”

“[b]There is no need for an interview for an applicant that fits all criteria.[/b]”

“Oh. Oh!”

He sat up a little straighter in his chair, a grin spreading across his muzzle. His tail even started to wag, though he stopped that before it could start. Still, he couldn’t quite help the giddy grin that spread across his face.

“So, uh, that mean I have the job?”

“[b]That is correct. We wish to offer you the job the moment that the position is completely free.[/b]”

“Wait. What do you mean, completely free?”

“[b]As of this moment, Anderson, Incorporated is fully staffed. However, several members of the company are proceeding to retirement within fourteen days, and this will open several spaces, up and down the ladder. At this point, we will slot you into the company and ensure your employment.[/b]”

“Ah. Well, uh, that’s great and all, but I still gotta make a living.”

“[b]The company is willing to offer you a stipend and room and board to ensure you stay with Anderson, Incorporated. 75% pay-rate at an assumed 35 hours a week, plus room and board until the start of your contract.[/b]”

“Oooooh, now we’re talking,” Blitz said, leaning forward. “That’s at a good per-hour rate, right? At least -”

“[b]Per-hour rate is set at $40 at entry level. Is this acceptable?[/b]”

“Uh…Yeah. Yeah, that’s - yeah.”

Holy shit, that was so much more than acceptable. Even at just 75% of that, that meant that he was making more than enough to cover his bills, [i]and[/i] they were going to cover room and board until he was hired? Fuck, this was the best deal that he was ever going to get.

Before he could ask where he signed, the masked dog offered him a tablet. Blitz almost scrolled to the end before forcing himself to stop.

[i]No, no, don’t be stupid. Read it. Read it. Read it, you hyper little maniac…[/i]

And so, he did. The masked dog didn’t say anything as he sat there and scrolled through page after page of digital contract. It was all very standard, very much a typical employee’s contract. Sure, there were a few clauses about staying with the company for a minimum of five years, but that was just job security in this day and age. And the benefits were [i]very[/i] appealing, considering that they would continue paying for his room and board once he started working.

He signed on the dotted line.

No sooner had he handed the tablet back than the dog powered down. The masked hound slumped over, flopping lifelessly against the desk. Blitz jumped to his feet, about to shout for someone, before -

Splat.

“Gah! What the - huh?”

He pulled his hand back from his head, staring at the long black threads that pulled away with it. Blitz grabbed it at his head with his other hand, pulling back even more of it as he brought his hand down.

“Huh?!”

“Mmmm, what a pretty little thing.”

“...Oh god…”

It wasn’t just the way that the voice was so sultry, or the way that it had that potent bass to it that put the command behind that teasing tone. It was the way that the voice came from everywhere, as if the floor, walls, and ceiling were perfect speakers broadcasting it at him from all directions. Surround sound for that voice? Oh, it went right through him and had him pulling his ears down against his skull in pure embarrassment.

“Uh, I - uh - I - ulp!”

“Eyes up, little sweet…”

Blitz looked up before he could stop himself, and he just kept looking up at a pair of very big, very wet boobs just over his head. He stared with his mouth wide open as a pair of hands - each one bigger than his entire face - gently pulled those boobs apart, revealing a feline face made of latex. She looked down at him with a smile, eyes sparkling with an unnatural light as she stepped forward. One hand pressed him back, and he felt her powerful legs and - and something quite a bit harder pressing against his spine and the back of his head.

“So [i]good[/i] to have another drone in my company.”

“So, uh, you’re - you’re Anderson, huh?” Blitz said, trying and failing to find a way around the hand.

“Adriana Anderson, yes,” the panther said. “And you are my newest little employee. A cute little morsel of a fox, you are. And so [i]small[/i]. I like them small.”

She chuckled as she pulled him back, squishing his head against a pair of balls that were so big that they just gave to either side, sandwiching him between the orbs and feeling like they could suck him into them somehow. He gasped for breath as they pressed around his face, cutting off most of his air.

“MMMPH! MMMPH!”

“Now, now, don’t start squirming [i]too[/i] hard. Heh…on second thought, squirm…squirm hard for me…”

The fox certainly did that. He flailed, his hands and feet jerking about as he tried and failed to find handholds. Every time he touched her, some of the latex came away and smeared across his hands, or along his legs, or even over his ears.

And as it spread across him, it oozed further. He felt the first touch of it going into his ears, squirming over and toward the ear canal. It was so cool that it was almost cold, and he gasped for breath -

“Ulk!”

Only for another bit of her latex to thrust down his throat. As it expanded to create a ring-gag in his muzzle, more of it spread down his face, covering him further and further in a suit of the tight latex. It pressed right to his fur, making him feel smoother, slipperier, and more sensitive. It was like it made everything twice as sensitive, if not more, and he whimpered as she pulled him out from between her balls.

“Mmmm, that’s a good start. Come here…sit on my cock…”

It hardened under him, and he whimpered as she slid it between his legs. Their size difference was such that he could sit on her shaft, his legs spread to either side of it, and it didn’t even sag. He just sat there, his ankles locked together by more latex strands, and his arms likewise as they were pulled behind his back.

“Mmm, in a few minutes, you’ll be more than ready for storage for the next few weeks. But until then…”

She tilted his head back, and he felt her breasts against the back of his head. Blitz groaned against the gag, his vision already fading as more of the latex rolled over his eyes, but Adriana just chuckled, pulling him further back. Her breasts squished on either side of his head, deafening him and silencing him, and all he could smell was latex and a strange, almost chemical version of sweat.

“Now, just breathe, little drone. We have a lot of training to do before you get your ‘job’ in a couple of weeks…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Blitz gets a job at a company that isn’t too forthcoming about what they’re hiring for.

Tags: M/solo, M/I, Fox, Dog, Panther, Latex, Futuristic, Bondage, Mind-Fuck, Size Difference, Femdom, Boobs, Balls,