FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The large blue dragon flicked on the light as he stepped into the little office. It wasn't anything fancy, just enough room for two or three ferals to be comfortable in with a desk on one side and an oversized couch on the other. It was getting a little dusty but nothing unmanageable yet. He didn't use the office often, so he didn't spend much on maintaining it. But when he had an interviewee, the space was priceless. The black diamond-striped drake put an ad out in the local circuits for 'exciting adult industry actress opportunities; amateurs okay!' with just enough frequency that he usually got two or three calls a month about it.

There was no actual job of course, the ad was just to bring in pretty girls for him to... examine. He frowned at seeing the clock on the wall dead. It had been dead last time too but, after fucking and swallowing down a lovely white gryphoness, he couldn't be blamed for forgetting to put fresh batteries into a timepiece he only used a couple times a year.

Everything was just as he'd left it, the big drake dropping the folder onto the desk. It had her resume and a few blank pieces of paper in it. This time he had a 20 year old dragoness coming to see him. What actually showed up at the door could be a real mixed bag, but he could usually find some use for them regardless of the state of their hide. The world wouldn't miss a few truly hopeless cases that passed through his jaws.

Those thoughts aside, he gripped the protective bag covering the tripod in the corner and carefully revealed the standing camera. It was an expensive piece of hardware- or would have been if he'd actually bought it from a reputable source. He wasn't willing to spend that much money on these hens but it still did a brilliant job capturing all the delightful details of their vents for later... review. It also looked very official which helped sell the idea that there really was something to this whole gig.

His examination of the device was cut short as a knock at the door caught his attention. He raised an eye ridge. Seemed a little early but he supposed that just meant she was serious about the whole thing.

Opening the doors, he swung them inward to find the young feral dragoness standing there in the hallway sporting the most delightful royal blue dress draped over her hide. The dark crimson leggings she wore on all four limbs stretched up from between her toes until it disappeared under that comfortable gown. She even had an attractive black and white garter around her throat and tail. He took only a brief look over her features as he swept up to meet her glowing green eyes.

"Ah, Mrs. Dracasis I presume? Come in, come in." The blue drake spoke jubilantly as he stepped to the side, extending a wing in offering. He had no reservations about watching her tail as she took the invitation and entered his parlor.

"Uhm, yes. And you're Mr. Sargon right?" She inquired back, her gaze wandering around the rather simple office. It didn't bother her that it was sparsely populated, though even the plant was plastic she noted.

"Just Sargon is fine." The great drake corrected, letting her get comfortable up on the couch while he closed the door and walked back to his desk. "So, says here this is your first job in the adult entertainment industry?" He began, picking up her resume.

She nodded.

"What made you want to decide to try this line of work?" He continued, sitting there in front of the desk in the draconic equivalent of black slacks and white-cream shirt. The dark scaled female flushed a little, trying not to be too embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Well I've gone through some other... shall we say, mundane jobs and just got bored. I figured this might be more exciting and, based on your ad, it pays well." She hummed happily.

"Can pay well." He corrected. "All depends on what you're willing to do to." She seemed interested and young enough that he might be able to get her to try some of the... less common sexual practices. "'Porn star' is a term that gets thrown around a lot but the real stars outshine the riffraff. If you just want to have sex; go to a bar. You want to get paid good money to have sex; you'll have to show the camera something it wants to see."

The blue drake stroked the top of his recording device as he spoke the last words, catching her attention. She was perky about the whole ordeal which bode well for him. She wasn't going to get paid for any of this of course.

"Oh... Uh, like what?" That lovely angular snout inquired with an adorable little head tilt. Sargon patted her rolled up resume into his other claw as if thinking.

"Here, why don't we get your demo reel started and we'll just go down the list." He spoke, dropping her paper back on the desk and shifted around to lean over the camera, fiddling with it as he brought the device to life.

"Demo reel?" She inquired again.

"Yup. I don't actually make the final call on who gets brought in, I just find the talent and present options to the director's staff." The camera's red light popped on signaling it had begun capturing her attractive form in full HD glory. "At surface glance I'd say you're a keeper-" He lifted his head up from behind the screen, checking to make sure everything was in order. "-but it'll depend on what you look like without your clothes on and what you do on the reel as to whether they give you even a second glance."

He was all so very casual about it, like regurgitating common knowledge she ought to already know. Like she was just one girl in long line of potentials so she had better stand out. Dracasis had never done anything like this before nor had she ever acted outside of maybe an old hatchieschool play so she took every bit of rhetoric he fed her like gospel.

"Alright, we're up." He spoke walking back over in front of the desk and sat, examining her. "Why don't you start by getting undressed." He proposed in a no-nonsense tone.

She hadn't really anticipated getting undressed in front of a stranger today but a quick realization that getting naked for the camera was exactly the type of job she was interviewing for got her past that mental block quickly enough. After all, if she couldn't do it here, what reason would they have to hire her?

"Should I do it sexily or something?"

The blue drake chortled.

"It's your reel hun." He replied, brushing off her concerns. It didn't really matter to him either way so long as she was naked by the end of it.

He wasn't disappointed by her choice though. Watching the lovely feral female slowly pull her clothing off button by button, revealing herself one limb at a time was delightfully arousing. If there was had actually been a job behind all this, he'd certainly consider her for it. With the last leg drawn free, her dress fell to the floor leaving just those snug little accessories hugging her form when she fell sprawled onto her flank. That thick black tail flopped over the arm looking like the little seductress she was.

"Lovely." He rumbled in genuine appreciation of her beauty. He'd had a wide variety of hens lounging there in that exact same spot but, right now, he couldn't think of any better picture than that. "Now why don't you roll over onto your back and present yourself to the camera. Remember, this is your audience and your paycheck, always give this a good view." He added, tapping the hood above the camera lens ever so lightly.

She nodded, wiggling herself over onto her back and let those thick haunches fall wide to either side. The effect of spreading herself already gave a good view of the silky vent between her legs but, when those broad forepaws reached down and massaged her inner thighs, the cotton candy pinkness present between them became all the more apparent. Watching her massage around her naked gender was making the tent in the blue drake's pants hard to manage. Having two lumps straining against the fabric of his garment meant twice as much discomfort after all.

"Very nice, I take it you've never laid an egg before?" He spoke while rolling the shirt up off his back and over his head. Her eyes shifted from the camera to him, still sliding a talon across the edge of her presented sex.

"No... Is it that obvious?" She inquired curiously, the recording device all but forgotten as she watched him step out of his bottoms too, suddenly and unexpectedly revealing the twin grey hemipenes that jutted strongly out between his hinds.

Sargon chortled again.

"When you've seen as many vents as I have, you can just tell." He spoke casually, stepping over to the sprawling hen.

The reason for the oversized couch became immediately apparent as the notably larger drake stepped up upon the plush surface and, with the grace of one who's done this sort of things many times, stood over her with his crotch right in front of her snout. Her heartrate increased some as she took stock of his impressive girths just gently bobbing in front of her nose, the scent of him burning itself into her memory.

"You're not a virgin though right?" He added curiously, reaching beneath his belly and angling his right hemipene down, offering it to her snout.

"No..." She admitted at length, leaning forward and gently nuzzling the tip for a moment before taking a curious lick and another before finally wrapping her lips around the head and slowly engulfing it within her warm maw.

"Good." He grunted, feeling all his effort paying off with stimulating helping of oral attention. "Virgins are fine, they're just harder to work with." He added, lowering his haunches down to push the rest of his cockflesh into her muzzle. The smaller female pursed her lips around the base of his shaft in the process, forepaws resting on his haunches.

With one hind on the ground and the other stepped over on her far side, it gave the camera a good view of both ends of the naked dragoness. One end with her claws dipping in, toying with the soft gorgeous womanhood between her legs and the other luxuriously bobbing her snout between his. He got the feeling she'd have been more driven to get him off if not for the reminder she was supposed to be showing off her talent. Not that he minded with her paw gently cradling his unused shaft, petting it before drawing off the first and guiding it into those cavernous jaws just as sweetly.

She didn't have any trouble going all the way on him either, the gripping squish of her throat massaging the head of his shaft, sometimes giving him a firm sucking squeeze and others keeping her maw open to show the camera what her tongue was doing to him. It was enough attention to give her a dribble of seminal fluid to play with. When rewatching the recording later, he'd note how good she was at manipulating the sticky strands with her tongue. Pulling off the second spire, Dracasis had no issue wearing his scent either, pressing her nose in to lick the soft spot between the two down to the base.

He grunted and pulled back; not out of discontent but needing a moment to cool off. She was quite good but there were other things he wanted to see if he could get her to do.

"Lay back against the pillow. Very good. Now hold your muzzle open, I'm going to piss in it." He rumbled casually while shifting to a new posture. His thick haunches didn't give the viewscope much of a look between his hinds but it wasn't really his goods he was trying to record anyway.

"You're what?" She blinked.

"I'm going to urinate in your muzzle, you've never done that before?" He seemed surprised by her admission causing the young girl to suddenly reevaluate her standards. "The kids call it 'watersports'. It's like the biggest thing on the market right now." He lied, reaching beneath his belly and gripping his left hemipene, giving it a gentle stroke before aiming it down at her snout. "If this isn't in your repertoire you might as well pack it up now." He chortled.

This was the risky part; she very well could decide to just turn him down, get dressed and walk away but, after just a moment of hesitation, it turned out he'd guessed her correctly. He grinned toothily, watching her open her maw with only slight reluctance.

"It's not as bad as it sounds." He huffed, relaxing his inner muscles, feeling the pressure shift. "Do try not to make a mess." The blue drake hissed as the sensation of relief washed over him, the stream of golden fluid leaping from his tip straight onto her tongue. "If it gets too much-" He paused mid-sentence to draw in a slow inhale. "-just swallow it."

With one forelimb holding himself pointed right at the brand-new dragoness urinal and the other against the far wall to keep him upright, he got a perfect view as he filled her up. She struggled for a moment as the acidic taste of him overpowered her tongue but the raw heat of it soon had her in an awkward state of displeasure and arousal. She held the pool of it in her mouth for a lot longer than he thought she would, the stuff threatening to spill out of the corner of her jaw before, finally, the poor girl forced her muscles to relax. In an instant the heated fluid drained down her throat in a dirty little_gulp_.

Sargon didn't go easy on her, emptying his entire bladder into that pretty muzzle, making her swallow twice more before the stream finally trickled to an end. He huffed at just how good that felt. Even if that was the last thing he got her to do, it was worth it. But, as he watched her lick her lips and the roof of her maw clean in distaste, he was confident this wasn't the last thing he'd be able to get her to do.

"Very nice. I think you'll be a star yet." He spoke, giving her a false boost of confidence while looking back over his flank at the camera, then at her vent. The wet center of attention had been woefully neglected during the whole scene. He'd have to change that.

Circling around on the couch, the built male turned about to straddle her body, gripping her haunches and dragging them down into a more popper position for recording, then promptly laid himself down comfortably upon her. The tangle of limbs left her fores trapped against his lower midsection and her snout beneath his tail while his larger bulk had full free access to the most valuable commodity her body had to offer.

"I'm going to work on showing off your goods. In the meantime, you'll need to use your tongue to help keep your male stimulated." He thrummed, curling his neck back to look straight down at the soft oh-so delicate looking bubblegum pink flesh at his disposal. She errfed softly.

"But..." She stumbled a little. He'd plopped down in a position that didn't give the younger female access to the heavy spears pinned against her chest. Sargon chortled once more at her naiveté.

"Not there. There." He spoke, using his tailspade to tilt her snout up directly at his tailvent. "Its common practice to get your tongue in there and rub around a bit to keep your partner hard without risking spoiling the final shot." She huffed in uncertainty while the aroused drake brought his snout in close, big paws framing and spreading her slit, taking in its lovely scent. "It's a skill you'll need to get used to; you'll be doing it a lot during shots like this."

"A-are you..." It was a strange question to ask but Sargon filled in the blanks.

"Clean? Yes." He responded plainly, eliminating any possible confusion. "As you should always be."

The great drake added, slipping his tongue into her soft passage without waiting for her to respond. The soft little jerk of her thighs wasn't unexpected but the large clawed talons that pinned her in place kept them from being troublesome as he explored her. It didn't stop her insides from squeezing tightly around the invading object, those powerful egg-laying muscles unaccustomed to being so suddenly violated. She couldn't keep it up forever though, those feminine walls eventually tiring out and letting him snake even further inside.

She huffed, toes flexing and gripping his flank as he went down on her, nothing to stop that polished lens from recording the full frontal view of his thick oral appendage rooting around inside her, dangling from his lips to hers like a fleshy tendril. Her eyes stared forward as she started to regain herself. Slipping her forepaws up between his thighs, she gripped his haunches, spreading them slightly and leaned in to sniff.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

When her tongue grazed across the sensitive opening, he rumbled his approval, encouraging the young girl to keep going. It seemed to help. Another glaze of saliva before her pointed tips nuzzled against the puckered opening. With her snout beneath his tail, she slowly wedged her tines into the blue male's tailvent. He'd had it easy, her yawning slit easy to penetrate while his tight little ring made her work for it. The reward was well worth it- for him at least.

A delighted little shiver flicked through his wings as he felt her finally push inside, hugging the back of her horns with his tail. It helped encourage her to go all the way with it. Not that he was neglecting her either of course, his own snout tip buried in her crotch, opening his lips to pry her open, letting his own slippery, nectar coated appendage lap at her folds with such edging ferocity that she nearly came twice during the whole ordeal. She didn't only because his teeth gave her trembling folds a little pinch each time she was on the edge, knocking her back into a steadier state.

He did it on purpose of course; not only because keeping her on edge without letting her tip over would make her that much more wound up when he inevitably wanted to fuck her but because each time she snapped back, she'd redouble her efforts on his hind end that much more strongly. Like smacking a sleepy hatchling back into its studies. By the third time she was ready to cum he'd become well acquainted with showing off her lovely vent and was more than ready to move on. Denying her orgasm one last time, he torturously dragged the inches of his tongue from her quivering hole just slow enough not to let her get off.

It was an agonizing knife edge the dirty drake had smugly left her on. He massaged her vent with the flat of his paw, helping rub away the urge. Sargon framed that firm fuckable pussy, all slobbery and wet as it was, for the camera one last time. Once he felt her squirming sufficiently die down, he rumbled and lifted himself up once more, letting the little hen retrieve her sore tongue from his rear end.

"You're doing well so far, just gotta finish it off." A small puddle of seminal fluid had leaked from his well stimulated tips, seeping into the cracks between her grey belly plates leaving a stringy mess behind as he circled around once more.

He didn't tell her what they were going to do to 'finish it off' as he helped guide the amateur 'porn star' intern over onto her flank and wedged himself between her back and the couch cushion. Strong paws drew her up into a position he found comfortable, manipulating the poor girl to his own wanton desire. A gripping shove of her tail hiked her hind end up some, pulling that beautifully full appendage up over his hip. A grip under that lovely rump on her hind thigh encouraged the smaller female to lift her leg up, opening her gender up 'for the camera'. Her green eyes shifted between her naked nethers and the recording device; she wanted to make a good first impression of course and this was, like, the thing it all boiled down to right?

A light grind of his hips rubbed his twin spears her soft folds, smearing the rich smelling nectar across his bare flesh a time or two. She was certainly new to the whole thing, her eyes glued to the scene down below. But at least she wasn't staring at the camera like a loopy doe. The recording of his tips dripping with a mixture of their mingled fluids would be an absolute delight to rewatch but, for now, he had a 'reel' to finish.

Gripping the base of his right hemipene, he drew back, pursing the tip of his girth at the slender channel and began working it into her sweet pussy folds.

"You're on birth control right?" He inquired casually, finally managing to wedge the thick head of his shaft into the tight hole between her legs.

Dracasis huffed, her insides reflexively squeezing both from the sensation of being entered and from the question. This had all happened so quickly she hadn't actually considered...

"I... no, I'm not." She admitted with a soft grunting huff as the filling sensation of being stuffed with a stranger's hemipene continued unabated. He was already pretty sure she wasn't, and she tasted fertile too; just coming into heat if he had to guess.

"Oh? That's good." Sargon didn't even hesitate in the slightest as she admitted the current state of her reproductive system, just casually cramming the whole thing up into her admittedly defenseless sex and giving the unprotected dragoness a stimulating little grind. "Hens willing to risk their vent on camera is hot. Rare offering like that'll bump you up the list _quite_a few notches." He added with a firm push for emphasis, being sure to provide a 'tangible' reward to encourage her to take the risk anyway.

It wasn't a lie either, the half-empty box of condoms in the desk was a testament to how rarely he got to bareback the girls he had in his office. But any girl he could get gamble her chicks on the chance to get into a position that didn't really exist just made it feel that much better. Nothing quite like fucking a working, fertile vent...

And it felt very good indeed, a couple long slow strokes got him comfortably acquainted with her naked vent, rubbing her heated juices all over his cockflesh in the process. The camera wouldn't be able to record the scent of her slow-fucked sex but at least he'd be able to recall it in detail when he replayed it. He tried to keep the spine tingling shivers of pleasure he felt to a minimum; it was just some casual unprotected sex with a hen in heat after all.

"This part is mostly on me so why don't you just relax and enjoy the ride." He spoke, cupping a forepaw in along her thigh to both give him an aggressive hold to drag her back into his lap any time he wanted and to help keep her wobbling hind out of the way for the recording. He didn't want to miss a moment of the action after all. "Give the camera something sexy to look at while I fuck you." The blue drake rumbled, shoving himself to the hilt once more, using its twin as a depth gauge.

She closed her eyes and grunted a huff at feeling his tip bottoming out in her, the greedy thrust dimpling her inner barrier, taking dangerous liberties with the stocking-clad dragoness. Her head lounged on the couch, looking back sideways; one open, pleasured moistened eye watching his slick mast retreat, tugging her clingy pussy lips in the process before just ramming it back inside. She was certainly a little concerned about that bare shaft rooting around between her legs like that but... if this is what it took to get a job...

She hissed a pleasured little noise as his tip popped fully free, the camera getting a juicy view of her sultry, glazed insides before her muscles clenched up, tightening her heavily stimulated sex. She huffed, suddenly aware of how hard her heart was beating; it might be a job interview but damn did it feel good... She'd always heard sex workers got tired of it after a while and just went through the motions; she clearly wasn't there yet.

"If you want to cum, feel free." He added, as if reading her mind. Honestly, he could just read her like a book as she nearly go off when he plucked his drooly hemipene out of her delightfully fuckable passage. "Why don't you reach back and spread yourself for me?" He suggested, reaching beneath his belly to grip the other hemipene, giving it an indicating stroke. Sargon had meant to say 'for the camera' but she clearly hadn't caught on to the reality of the situation-

Her ignorance made even more apparent as she reached down and did as she was told. The big girl took a moment to rub her achingly excited sex, covering it from the camera in the process but made up for the infraction by parting her nether lips wide. Having a hen offer herself for him to breed made the big drake grin toothily, having no reservations at all about knocking her up right here in this low budget office building. Massaging his hemipene casually between her pussy lips, the dirty drake wedging the other shaft into her soft, vulnerable vent, making it disappear into her fertile folds like a lecherous magic trick. More and more of that impressing girth filled her until his crotch met hers, pinning her talons between them for a moment as the other twin explored her receptive sex just as deeply.

The devilish dragon took his time with her, enjoying the hen beneath him thoroughly, switching from one hemipene to the other whenever he was close. The scent of sex was thick in the air from the heady friction warmed fucking that was going on between them; nothing to stop the arousing aroma of male and female from mixing together beneath her tail. Despite his earlier warning for her to try and keep things clean, the mess of their lengthy rutting squished from her slippery little vent was going to ruin the pillowcase...

It didn't help that she'd cum twice already. He was a steady male, perfectly balanced with his two shafts to be able to keep up an alarming amount of stamina. Must come with the position- she thought idly, coming down off her second high.

Truth be told, he was just enjoying using her vent. She was quite willing to do anything he wanted and that was rare treat indeed. Though, after feeling her clenching muscles grope along his pre-slickened shaft once again, and nearly losing it, he figured it was about time to finish this 'session' off for real.

"Almost done." He huffed, rolling up out from the crook of the couch.

The lovely black followed his instructions without question as expected; the big drake having his smaller female wiggle over onto all fours as he just stood above her. Having their rear ends toward the camera ensured the finale of her 'demo reel' would be captured in all its glory.

"Keep your chest down." He added, push-guiding her front back to the cushion with a broad paw to her back. "Keep your tail raised though, need to make the cumshot look good." He added, stepping his hind legs right up behind hers, giving the small dragoness little room to argue as he reached beneath his belly gripping his slightly less stimulated hemipene and began wedging it into her soft sex once more.

It was her last chance to argue the point. He'd made a mess of the young dragoness certainly but, if he didn't finish within her, she'd be okay... Of course Sargon had every intention of cumming inside this adorably gullible little girl as he pressed in, the broad blue paws on her hips held firm as he his body rolled forward, not stopping until he was aaaall the way inside of her. The pretty muzzle of hers let off a soft squeak as the new posture gave him a chance to wedge every last bit of himself between her thighs, starting off strong with a series of quick brutal thrusts.

It had all been for his pleasure of course but this was the act he took the greatest pleasure from. Being able to take such incredulous liberties with his 'stars' felt good, and so he did it. Rough vicious bucking thrusts made sure she could feel the beast on her back using her vent. She didn't know any better, the poor girl gently biting a talon as he fucked her hard, her plump, fertile sex swallowing that grey spire to the hilt each time.

A louder squeak echoed from her jaws, wide eyes as she felt him lean over and bite her neck. It was not a gentle hold or gripping nip, the wicked male sinking his fangs in to the gums, pinning the bloodied hen to his couch as he took his final golden strokes within her. She couldn't struggle without hurting herself more so all she could do was just stay there, letting him have his way with her- ass in the air as he drove home in her one last time.

The vicious drake held flush against those strained hind legs, pumping thick ropes of cum right into her defenseless womb. Viscous shots of the hot white goop splattered across her trembling walls, painting her core in long sticky strands of the stuff as the pent up male came quite copiously. The camera wouldn't get to see much of the sticky whitewashing his first orgasm was painting those pink walls with; what with him holding in as deep as possible to get her as pregnant as possible in the process. It was a tactic that worked disastrously well with his insidious wrigglers having nowhere to go but straight to the numerous trembling little eggs lining her freshly cum-coated walls now...

The half-spent male exhaled a waft of heated smoke from his nostrils, the taste of blood on his tongue only satisfying him further. An egregious sucking sound came from the pits in her flesh his fangs had left as he dislodged himself from the soft meat of her neck. A soft hiss echoed from her lips at the sting it caused. All her pain was for a slight increase in his pleasure and nothing more. The damage wasn't severe however; after all, she couldn't raise his chicks if she were dead.

"Almost done." He confirmed, ducking back and letting his spent hemipene fall from her vent. A slight dribble falling from her used vent of the leftover sperm that was currently working her womb over for all the chicks it could give him was the only outward indication that he'd actually finished off inside her. He could do better.

A forced exhale of the breath she'd taken in was knocked from her as he simply directed his unspent hemipene to her well bred vent and just stuffed it inside too. For this one he put on a bit more of a show, her wary sidelong glance recorded as she watched the cock that had just impregnated her wobble about beneath her belly while its twin used her vent as little more than a comfortable place to jack off inside of.

For what it was worth, his second orgasm was notably gentler. Granted one forepaw was pinning her chest to the couch while the other lifted a hind leg, making sure the camera got the full glorious view of her pussy lips bulging from each twitching pulse of cum he was shooting into her. But, with billions of his tiny sperm already deep in her belly eagerly working his DNA into her defenseless chicks, he could afford to leave the rest of his pleasure coating those sore pink folds instead.

Sargon was quite generous with his second climax as well, making sure to rub it in to all those hard to reach cracks and crevices that would just drive the boys wild to think about. Granted no one else would get to see the delicious mess that shlopped from her sex as he finally popped free. Her clenching muscles made quite a show of it though while the brazen drake lowered his hind quarters and rolled back and forth; rubbing his sloppy wet spires against the vent he'd just knocked up.

He didn't bother asking her to present herself and just did it himself this time. The last frame of the video would be of his cocks framing her cum-glazed hole, sloppy strings of seminal fluid connecting the three baby-making implements while dripping copious amounts of semen.

Worth every penny- he thought, stepping off to the side with a satisfied huff and dismounting the freshly fucked dragoness.

"Very nice." He rumbled, stepping over to the camera and ending the recording. "You can get dressed now." His yellow slitted eyes paid her hardly any further mind as he got cleaned up, using a towel himself while making her just dress herself still covered in his scent. After all, it wasn't his fault she hadn't brought anything to change into after the 'interview'.

Guess she'd just have to let his sperm work on her eggs the whole way home- he thought with a toothy grin.

"We have what we need to get started." The brazen drake said, clothing himself once more, apologizing neither for the heavy clutch he'd impregnated her with, up nor the sore wounds on her neck. "Our office will call you if they have any openings they think you'll fit into." He spoke, wandering over to the door, opening it and indicating to her to take her leave.

She huffed, lowering her head as she passed by the larger drake.

"Should... I call you in a week or something...?" Dracasis inquired, a little uncertain with how it had all ended. Sargon chortled.

"Nope, they'll call you if you're good enough. Lot of competition out there so hopefully you put on a show to catch_someone's_ attention." The way he spoke didn't fill her much confidence of her chances.

"Oh, um, alright... Thanks then." She huffed turning and wandering down the hall.

His eyes lingered on her still stiffly raised tail, wondering of that slick noise was his imagination or the mess he'd left between those fine thighs. Closing the door behind her, he slipped back into the office, eyeing the place. A puddle of cum and hen juices had pooled on the cushion and dribbled off the side to make a mess on the floor... Still worth it, he noted, turning back to the camera, popping out the drive. Good thing they'd finished when they did, drive only had 8 minutes of space left.

The blue drake tapped the drive with a talon gently in thought. Hmmm... Maybe he'd call her up in a few months when she started showing and get her to do a follow up tape for a 'potential position'. She'd have to let him fuck her while pregnant of course but she risked her eggs once, didn't seem out of the question that she'd do it again. Could be dangerous bringing her in a second time- he thought, picking up the young girl's resume and eyeing it over.

But, if push came to shove, he could always just eat her. A toothy smirk crept up on his muzzle as he tucked the paper and drive into his pocket then turned to leave himself. Cleaning crew- he reminded himself, clicking off the light.

And batteries.