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"...what?" John looked perplexed, maybe even a bit in shock.

"I'll reiterate. They fired you. I'm hiring you." Brynn leaned against the door, crossing his arms.

"Should I... give you two room?" Janesse looked tense, sharp teeth gnawing on her tablets' stylus.

"No, it'll be fine." John reassured her.

"Okay." She didn't sound convinced, but stayed in the recliner.

"Can't believe that... they fired me." The words sounded strange to John, but had a bitter edge of truth to them. And what motivation would the lizard have to lie? It hurt, being betrayed by the company he'd worked years for.

It hurt a lot.

"I know you have family, friends, and coworkers in that district... but there's not a whole lot I can do other than give you a job here. If it's a matter of compensation..." Brynn trailed off.

"I'm just a bit in shock at the moment."

"Should I give you some time to think it over? I can pay your necessary bills while you mull it over."

"No, that won't be necessary, Brynn. If you're offering, and paying the same as my previous employer, minus the hassle, then there's really no reason for me to decline." John shrugged.

"I am doing both those things, minus the third... maybe. And adding a fourth. You won't need to have 'crunch-time' while you work here."

"That'd be a welcome plus, but what would I be doing?"

"I figure we start you off working with Janesse, and then branch out from there. That sound good to the both of you?"

Janesses' tailtip twitched violently. Seeing the scene play out in front of here frazzled her nerves, and set her on edge. But the mention of John working with her, perhaps permanently? That was music to her ears. And... well, other regions too.

"Secretary-sort of work, I'm assuming?" She asked.

"Basically, yes, while he gets settled in, and over the culture shock of being in a much more liberal area." Brynn still hadn't uncrossed his arms yet. Or moved much at all, really.

"Can't say I haven't done that before. But, an honest days' work for an honest days' pay." John looked eager, a welcome turnaround from the morose, almost depressed sight they initially had him arrive as.

"It's settled then. You start a week from now. Until then, Janesse is still taking care of you, and any needs you might have." Brynn glanced at the dragoness. "Maybe keep him away from the porn shoots if he's not used to it."

"You'd be right on that count."

"It'll be a bit difficult, but I'll see what I can do. Anything else?" Truth be told, she just wanted this whole interaction over with. She may have liked Brynn, and John too, but business negotiations, especially employment ones, always struck her as odd, and strangely intimidating.

"No, that's all. For now at least." He glanced at the otter. "In a week, I'll have some paperwork for you to look over and sign. We'll discuss your compensation then, and it'll be, at minimum, equivalent to your previous wages."

"Gotcha, boss." John smiled.

Brynns' eye twitched a bit.

"Please, do call me Brynn." He insisted.

"Will do, Brynn. Thank you for the opportunity to expand my skillset a bit."

"We'll see how it goes. I'm still sour about it, but at least I can make sure you're on an upwards slant to life." He finally uncrossed his arms, only to turn around, and open the door. "Remember, while she'll technically be your boss, she's also your dedicated assistant until everything is taken care of."

He left them both in silence.

It took a while before either of them spoke. The only noise was John poking his fork into the plastic/paper hybrid Chinese food container.

"That settles that, at least." His voice sounded like an audible shrug, with maybe a hint of relief.

"Guess it does."

"So, if I'm going to be working as your secretary, does that mean- When he said needs, does that mean I have to take care of you 'like that'?" he made airquotes with his paw digits.

"Only if you want to. Like everything else, it's purely voluntary. Though, today, I might have to turn you down if you were to offer. Both sets are feeling rather used from yesterday."

"What'd you do yesterday that was so rough?" He almost immediately regretted asking. But, some carnal, more open part of himself relished in even just asking.

"Had a scene with Chance, Vince, and Brynn. Was a bit of fun, actually." The recliner creaked as she adjusted herself.

"Oh."

"Didn't think you'd be so curious about what I do in my work-time. But, I can clearly see you've got a lot to learn about. Ask away if anything pops to mind."

"Say, if one wanted to just sit in on a scene, or session, or whatever you call it, would that be possible?" His curiosity piqued, eager to learn more already.

"Of course you could. Would just need to ask whomever is involved. Usually just the camera guy, actors, and anyone else involved. Chances are though, they'd be entirely fine with it even if you didn't ask." She tapped at her tablet, already spooling up another movie.

"Good to know, maybe in the future then."

"Why wait? There's basically always a shoot going, and if there's not, then chances are, people are screwing somewhere around here."

"Well, I figured since I no longer have a job in my home distirct, Aytgev, then I no longer have to live there, either, right?"

"Riiight." She arched an eyeridge.

"So, if I'm going to be living in Mianka, I'll do as the residents do, y'know?"

The movie stuttered a bit, then casted smoothly to the screen. While it was just a romantic comedy, it'd do fine for alleviating Janesses' tense nerves. While she'd normally use her coworkers, or even Brynn for some alternative stress relief, that wouldn't exactly be appropriate right now. Not to mention the fact that she was, indeed, still sore from yesterday. It had been a good shoot though.

"Don't do anything before you're ready. That being said, I won't restrict you from wandering around to do as you like. Keep in mind though, anything could be around any corner, and it could be a bit of a shock, like earlier yesterday. "She warned him.

"I'm sure I'll be fine. Don't have to keep up the facade of being vanilla like in Aytgev, so I might as well indulge a bit. Speaking of, I'm ready to watch when you are."

She thumbed the tablet, starting the movie. As much as she liked Johns' rapid questioning, it would have been much better saved for when she was more relaxed. The show would do that, and some. Hopefully, it'd let John think a bit about what he was getting himself into. He was an adult though, and as such, Janesse thought he could handle anything the facility could throw at him. Even if not, she'd be there to help with any odd bumps in the transfer.

Who knew? Maybe he'd even get into it a little bit too much, and end up loving the work. That was definitely an option too. But, one that would have to wait to be considered only AFTER the movie. The front-rolled credits had just ended...

Meanwhile, elsewhere...

"Didn't know you could drive a forklift, Chance." Vince stated, watching the dog get to work.

"And I didn't think you could rip open boxes, either!" He shouted over the loud reverse movement siren.

"Pfft. If I didn't know better, I would say you two were made to haul shit together. Of course, I don't really know better." Bael shrugged, keeping an eye on things as several people unloaded the trailer.

The work went smoothly, ever since they started. Minus a few issues with one of the forklifts, it had gone better than clockwork. Chance would stash a pallet in its' appropriate section, and Vince would break the seal, and do an inventory check. They worked easily in sync, staying out of each others' way. It took maybe an hour to unload the entirety of the cargo trailer, even with only two forklifts working.

"Aight, that's all!" Bael hopped up, and pulled the trailer shut, locking it tight with a lever.

Seeing the both of them screwing earlier was a bit of a jolt to his normal rounds checking the warehouse. But, he couldn't say it had been unpleasant. Interestingly, it made a few unusual plans come bubbling to the surface of his mind. Plans that would require the two to assist a bit.

Chance was just parking the forklift when Bael strode up to him.

"For someone that doesn't work over here often, you're pretty good at it." He complimented him, as the mutt was stretching.

"Thanks! We're usually a bit busy doing shoots or other stuff."

"I can definitely think of some other stuff you could be doing... but first, we should go grab Vince." Baels' tongue lashed out into the air, smelling the sweat from an honest hours' work.

Just on time, the handsome hunk of dragonmeat jogged up to them.

"We're finished, how about that? Didn't think we'd get it done so quickly!" Sweat oozed out of his pores, flowing underneath his scales. He panted, a bit out of breath.

"I'd say, that calls for a bit of celebration!" Chance smiled.

"Well, after seeing you two earlier, I've definitely got some 'celebration' in mind..." Bael gave the two of them a confident, predatory grin.

"Really? You looked so disinterested earlier!" He leaned onto the forklift.

"Let's just say I changed my mind."

"Okay then, fair enough. What did you have in mind, though?"

"Lewd things, obviously." Bael rolled his eyes. "Perhaps we'll retire to one of those fancy rooms first , though?"

"Can't see why not, and besides, you have my curiosity hooked already." Vince stretched out one of his arms, earning a very satisfying pop.

"That can't be healthy." Bael noted.

"Let's get going. We can discuss his popping joints later." Chance shrugged.

By the time they had finished their short conversation, everyone else had dispersed. For as many people that had showed up, maybe only half of them had even been needed. Still, many extra hands made light work of all of the cargo. Cargo that the trio walked past as they headed for the other side of the facility. The large double doors swung open, into a much less industrial setting. Even for Bael, it was much more comforting than the cold, granite colored concrete floor.

They knew the corridors better than he did, so he let them lead. Even with the long walk, it didn't take that much longer to find an unoccupied room. Of course, that was only after they'd tried two other doors. Those rooms were very much occupied, and noisy at that.

"Didn't know Clovas was into that giraffe lady." Chance commented, after clicking the door firmly shut.

"I think it's safe to assume everyone is into everyone here, even if only for a little while." Bael suggested.

"Wouldn't be too wrong."

"So, what was it that you wanted both of us here for, Bael?

"Like I said, lewd things. Perhaps things Chance wants to tell you about?" His smile betrayed his mirth.

"I, -uh-, err..." Chance looked at his feet, shuffling them.

"Something you want to say, Chance? Or do you want to tell me, Bael?" Vince flopped onto the bed, already taking his clothes off.

"Oh? I figured you'd have figured it out earlier. Pup here has a bit of a submissive streak in him."

"Really now? I figured he was top-only, but now that you mention it, and earlier it hadn't crossed my mind." Vince rubbed his chin, and stared at the ceiling.

"I... kinda do. And with Bael and you in the room, I was wondering if we could maybe both, y'know... Service him, maybe?" It took a while, but finally Vince knew what was on Chances' mind.

"Hmm, it's almost like there's enough for each of you." Bael hissed, dropping his shirt onto the growing pile.

"Well, I guess it's a good enough co-worker bonding activity." Vince shrugged, tugging off the last of his clothes.

"And here I thought you'd think that it was strange."

"Really? You'd think that I would think of that as strange, even after you recorded me getting railed from both ends? C'mon, Chance."

"I dunno. Brain thinks strange things." He shrugged, also tossing his last bits of clothing onto the pile.

"Well... I think that your brains think too much. Get to it." Bael took on a commanding tone.

The bed creaked a bit when Chance sat down next to Vince. Having his fur rub on Vinces' scales felt odd, but not unpleasant. Baels' tall, imposing figure was outlined by a ceiling light as he stepped into position in front of them. With the two sitting down, he seemed even taller than he was before, adding to his already impressive stature. Of course, his height only distracted from what he requested. Vinces' eyes trailed downwards, watching somewhat thicker scales fade into a fine mesh. Tan clashed with dark red when the tip began to poke out of his slit. It was quickly followed by another, showing off his unique anatomy.

Vince gawked at the sight. It wasn't too unusual, but it was definitely a first for him. Had an interesting scent to him, too. Not entirely unlike vanilla, with an underlying hint of garlic. Strange, but blended well.

"Someones' new to hemipenes."

Chance had already reached a paw forward, taking one of the rods into his paw. Vince watched, letting him slowly stroke the snake to full mast. The twin rods were tapered at the tip, thickening as they went, until they finally disappeared into the snake. The mutt almost seemed to want the snake all to himself, but he left the other free for Vince. Whenever he decided he wanted to join the fun, that is. The snake remained silent, letting the submissive canines' paws roam over his body, and his maleness. If nothing else, he'd give the dragon a show.

Vince cocked his head, as his brain tried to work out the logistics of not one, but two rods to work with. Luckily, it was spared the task when Chance took one of them into his maw. He realized that with two people, it would be exactly as a normal blowjob. Well, except for the fact that there were two people giving, and only one receiving. It felt like his brain melted for a moment, but then it came to grips with the plan. Compared to his own, Baels' breeding rod felt almost steaming to the touch. His digits grazed against Chances' muzzle as he gulped down snake meat eagerly. A bit of pre shot out of the tip, smearing onto his arm.

"Well, don't let him do all the work." Bael nudged Vince.

He bit his tongue, and began to stroke the snake. It felt strange to be following the snakes' commands so willingly, but if Chance was fine with it, then he'd play along too. Well, for now at least. That being said, it wasn't so bad... His hand felt relatively cold compared to the pre oozing onto it. Concentration focused on only the feeling of stroking the snake, and watching Chance, he didn't notice his muzzle hanging agape. Not that it mattered, with the powerful scents washing into his nostrils. Not even Janesses' scent pleased his nose as much as this.

Besides, he had gotten his fill of her, and then some, just yesterday. It was no surprise that Bael was so much more... appealing at that moment. His mouth watered. Of course, curiosity demanded more. More that Vince would gladly work to satisfy that burning sense of curiosity.

Bael shuddered as the dragon ran his tongue up the underside of his shaft. It seemed that his new partner was finally getting into it. Or rather, had finally given in to his needs. Either way, his tailtip twitched each time the dragon lavished his attention on his free shaft. The contrast to Chances' muzzle was exhilarating. Of course, it also helped for what he had planned momentarily. With two cute little submissives at his feet, there really was only one thing to do with hemipenes...

Vince had only just taken the snake into his muzzle when he spoke.

"That's more than enough prep work."

Even Chance seemed a bit surprised when the snake nudged him off of his shaft.

"Wha-?"

"Just get on the bed. On top of each other." He commanded.

"_I know exactly what he's going to do..."_Vince thought.

His thoughts were proven right when Chance hauled himself atop the dragon. Their own rods were already leaking profusely, sliding together providing electric sensation to the both of them. Bael walked himself forwards a few short steps, taking a hemipene into each hand. Vince took them both into his handpaw, stroking slowly as they settled into place. It'd be tough going for Bael, fucking both of them, but he'd make it work. Vince had no doubts about that.

"A bit closer..." He squeezed the two together, until there was no space between them.

Chances' fur almost got underneath his scales, they were so tightly pressed together. His own muzzle poked out past the dogs' shoulder, and he could feel his panting wash across his neck. While he couldn't see Bael, the next step was obvious. Especially once he felt a wet slickness pressing into him.

"Now just... relax." He hissed.

Baels' hands roamed, finding handholds where he could. They settled for a grip on Chances' hips, pulling him back onto his rod. He spread open easily, no doubt already used to this treatment from the snake. A high-pitched whine even made it sound like he wanted it. Needed it, even. Vince watched the scene from below. Or rather, as much of it as his muzzle didn't block out. Truth be told, it was rather feel and hear, than see at all. His innards felt tight, having the mutt atop him, and the snake prodding at his rear. But, as he slowly pushed forwards, that resistance all but vanished.

It took moments for Bael to inch himself inwards. Each of his cocks had a tight, warm home around it, milking it for all it was worth. A bit more lube would have been nice, but it was a bit late for that. Inch by inch, his twin malenesses worked their way inwards. It was a vastly different experience than using both in one, but one the snake was quickly growing to savor. Maybe the start of an intense craving, even.

"Hmm... isn't that nice?" He crooned into Chances' ear.

He didn't respond, letting his panting do all the talking for him. When Bael began to put some pep into his slow, grinding push into the pair, his panting was interspersed with more whines, and a few moans. Vince grinned. A close-up of his coworker being so eagerly railed was a sight to see. And with him enjoying it so much... he stroked the both of them in time with Baels' thrusts.

While the snake had plenty of length, and a bit of girth, he couldn't quite hilt himself in this configuration. As such, he made the most of it by using quick, pumping thrusts. Hesitating just long enough for them to recuperate, and then slamming back in again. He spread Vince and Chance wide open, leaking his pre into them. For Vince, it was a bit more pleasant than a knot being shoved inside him repeatedly, but that came with its' own overstimulating perks.

Chance shuddered. The combined heat washing off of Vince and his own was overwhelming. If the building weren't actively air-conditioned, this would have been a vastly unpleasant experience. The feeling of having the snake stretch him open underneath his tail was a welcome feeling, though. One that was slowly, but surely bringing him close to his own climax. The dragon underneath him felt every bit as tense, and hadn't stopped stroking them for even a moment.

"Grr..." Bael growled, feeling himself tense up.

His two new toys were about to help him offload three whole days of pent-up stress. And, from the sounds of it, they would enjoy it as much as he would. If nothing else, Vince would get a taste of what it was like to enjoy himself with the snake.

Everything on Vince burned, or felt tight. His lungs fought for air, and his muzzle was split open in a dopey grin. While the idea had started as a mere "Meh, why not", it had turned into a "Please yes, more!" More that, from the erratic thrusts Bael was providing, would soon be sated. His own cock grinding against Chances' soft fur, and his rod was almost ready to blow. It was a shame that handsome fur would soon be matted, but that was the price to pay.

Of course, the pup had fewer reservations about painting Vince white. Between Vinces' paw, and Bael tenderizing his insides pleasantly, it was just too much. He saw stars as Bael continued pounding away at him, and the dragon underneath him. Every forceful push coaxed more and more out of him. It started when he tensed up, feeling his own seed being moved up his rod, and then...

"Ahh..." He buried his muzzle in Vinces' neck, breathing in the thick, masculine scent there.

Vince continued massaging at their rods as the mutt rode out his orgasm. His seed made for easy lubrication as it spurted across the dragons' paw, and onto his scales. His own rod tensed up as Bael almost hilted himself. It wouldn't quite be a simultaneous finish, but the snake would just have to continue working for his own. The first shot of dragonseed shot out of his rod quicker than expected, but it was caught easily by the already messy fur. He added shot after shot, each being forced out by the snakes' eager pistoning thrusts. It was still going when Bael made it to his own peak.

Each thrust he pushed into the two only made the feeling all the more sweet. His internal balls churned up a thick load, and his rods spread them open one last time. His vent sandwiched between the two, and his rods were as deep as they were going to go. Once his thrusts stopped, the only sensation that pulled him over the edge was the two rippling around him. Since Vince was still undergoing his own blissful orgasm, it was all the snake needed, and wanted. Tan scales met fur, and scaled hide, the variety of textures feeling satisfying to his senses. Each spurt was synchronized, the snake dumping his hot seed inside them. Baels' lips split in a thin smile, barely keeping himself upright after the vigorous session. His own orgasm took quite some time to taper off, only doing so long after Vince had finished.

"Well?" Bael questioned the two, still embedded inside them.

"Wasn't bad, and was certainly unique, though." Vince commented, ruffling the fur on Chances' back.

"I mean, it's another enjoyable session. A little bit displeased that you didn't let me finish you off with my muzzle." Chance pouted.

"Well... there's still plenty of time for that. Not a lot to do today." Bael noted.

"But first, we should definitely shower. As much as I like the feeling, it'll stain fur and scales soon enough."

"Fine by me."

The shower was more than an enjoyable thought, and activities afterwards appealed heartily to Vince. But, his thoughts drifted elsewhere... What could John and Janesse even be doing right now?

Meanwhile, elsewhere...

"Well, I guess that wasn't too bad."

"Yeah. Not quite sure why it got two stars, seems like it would have gotten more, to me." Janesse commented on the movie.

"Critics going to be critics, I guess."

Another set of credits, and then the movie was over. It was barely noon, and with nothing to do but take care of John... There wasn't much to do. And, truth be told, she couldn't stand another movie.

"You sure there's nothing you need to do? I could just tag along. Pretty much topped off on the 'sleep and rest' thing." He had long since tossed off the covers, and was instead just laying on the bed.

"I mean, there's some papers that giraffe wanted me to look at, but other than that, not much." She shrugged. The recliner was starting to get a dragoness-shaped imprint in it.

"Shouldn't you do that? I mean, I'll just chill out in your office while you do that."

Hmm. It wouldn't take too long, and it would still be easy on him. Or rather, easy enough that she didn't need to worry about him falling over. On top of that, all this sitting around and doing nothing was slowly driving her insane anyway.

"Why not. Let's go." Seemingly everything in her body cracked at once while she was getting out of the chair. It felt a bit painful at first, but the sheer relief afterwards made her purr.

"And here I thought I was the one with the overworked, achy joints. "John poked.

"Hush, you. C'mon." She held open the door to the rest of the building.

Thankfully, her office was only a short walk away. Somehow, they managed to avoid running into any more sky-clad people. This time, her desk wasn't even occupied! She counted her blessings, her new capti- err- employee in tow. The door shut easily.

"This isn't too bad for an office." John commented.

"I mean, it's a little small, but it gets the job done. Don't need a whole lot." Her computer whirred to life as she shook the mouse.

Since she'd been keeping up-to-date through her tablet, there were no unchecked emails. Nor any urgent messages on their instant messenger. That was one thing checked, at least. A small folder rested on her desk, just behind the monitor.

"Probably the files she wanted me to look at." The dragoness thought, watching John poke around her office.

She flipped the manila folder open.

"Well, now." Janesse chewed her lip. This was a week early!

"What is it?" John peered over her shoulder.

"It's a diagram of a new toy design, Not sure why they didn't just e-mail it to me." She thumbed through the sheets.

Oooh. Decent-sized, rather thick, with a knot at the base, as well as some spines. A note to the side indicated that they were to be made out of firmer, or softer silicone, pending on what the user wanted. Another page, this time, it was a wireframe model, and across from it, a simple 3d model. The blue color of a missing texture washed out a lot of the detail. Still, it was nice enough, for a prototype run. A small page at the end of the folder waited for a signature. One that she gladly provided, and added a note in the supplied space.

"_Approved for test run- Maybe send one or two for 'testing'?"_She scribbled it onto the page.

"I see someone is fond of dragon anatomy." His voice nearly startled her, she'd gotten so immersed into poring over the dildo design.

"Comes with the territory. Besides, we all have our own kinks we like."

She began to feed the folders' contents into her scanner. While each one was feeding through, she drafted an email, and also forwarded it to Brynn. Good thing she knew the direct e-mail for the giraffe. Once everything was typed up, and attached, she sent it off into the digital aether. John was still hovering over her shoulder when she swiveled her chair around.

"Done already?" He asked.

"I did say it was going to be quick." She stood up. "And just as quickly, I feel up for some lunch. Leftover Chinese sound good to you?"

"Good enough to eat!"

His infectious enthusiasm was going to beat out Chance for most upbeat employee if he kept it up.

(Apologies for the long wait on the cliffhanger! But... as usual, vote, comment, and fav if you liked it! Thanks for taking the time to read thus far!)