# Opening Pandora's Box

Author: Rogal Ursus
Tags: Bear, Clean, Dragon, M/M, Romance

#1 of Pandora's Box

# Opening Pandora's Box- Chapter 1

## By Rogal Ursus

 

_This story at one point will contain adult themes and scenes of erotica.  If reading such content is not permitted in your area, please turn back now.  I will NOT be held responsible and consider this your warning._

 

_This story is something that sprang out of my head.&nbsp; Although written from the point of view of my fursona, this did not actually happen, although I wouldn't mind if it did! \<EG\>_

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My Character: Average sized brown bear, about 6'7" and running about 800#.&nbsp; Clothed in a leather&nbsp; vest, hat and shorts with outlet for tail.&nbsp; Small CZ earring in both ears, close to the head.&nbsp; Brown eyes, with small spectacles.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dragon: Large black dragon. Details to be provided in the story.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In a village of about 200, I was of course different...I was a bear. No, not one of those gay, furry muscular men you see splattered across various points of the net, I was of those furry, "meet me in the woods and I might just maul you to death" creatures.&nbsp; In a village of mostly humans, I was one of a handful of furs around.&nbsp; Nice thing is I was surprisingly well-liked. Go figure.&nbsp; Of course, there is "him."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Everyone in the village knew of "him."&nbsp; Many were afraid of him when he emerged from his cavern to buy supplies in the village and then disappear for weeks on end.&nbsp; Sometimes, he would frequent the local tavern and sometimes disappear with one of the villagers, who would return after several days, half dead.&nbsp; We all pretty much knew what happened to the unfortunate villager chosen, the stench of it would be all over him for days.&nbsp; Many who were chosen left the village after a few days, never to be seen again. Then the cycle would start up.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I was employed in the local bookstore.&nbsp; In my free time, I managed to read just about anything on the matters of dragons.&nbsp; My boss, an older black bear, kept after me to stop reading so much and just sell the books.&nbsp; What can I say? Dragons fascinated me.&nbsp; I had never actually seen "him," only heard about it second or sometimes third hand.&nbsp; Little did I know, I was going to have a firsthand opportunity to meet "him."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was just a few days before the annual harvest festival and the village was abuzz with activity.&nbsp; All the various farmers began bringing their wares to the local market, while decorating it at the same time.&nbsp; The aromas flittering around the air were intoxicating.&nbsp; Pies from the local bake shop in many different flavors.&nbsp; Wines from the vineyard, just recently bottled, samples available for tasting.&nbsp; Beer, fresh from the barrel, all of the smells from the market wafted into the bookshop.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With the festival going on, we weren't all that busy.&nbsp; I was sitting in my favorite corner in the upper stacks, leaning up against one of the support posts, with a book in my hand, and my canteen at my side.&nbsp; My boss had left only a few minutes ago, "to go sample the wares."&nbsp; He was a judge in the baking competition.&nbsp; Lost in my thoughts, I was jerked back to reality when the bell on the front door rang.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hello?&nbsp; Is anyone here," the voice asked.&nbsp; Although I knew just about everyone in the village, this particular voice escaped me.&nbsp; "I require some assistance finding a particular book."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I sprang from my hiding place, straightened myself and slowly padded down the stairs.&nbsp; When I turned the corner from the back and looked into the shop, "he" stood there.&nbsp; My jaw dropped.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Good a-a-afternoon s-sir.&nbsp; I-I&nbsp; am R-Rogal U-U-Ursus H-how may I-I be of a-assistance," I stuttered.&nbsp; He was absolutely gorgeous.&nbsp; I briefly felt a stirring in my nether regions.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He stood about 7 feet tall.&nbsp; The scales not covered by his clothing were an iridescent gold.&nbsp; He wore a very simple robe, matching his scales perfectly.&nbsp; Around his neck hung a beautiful deep blue sapphire pendant that reflected the light across the room.&nbsp; His eyes, were about the same shade of his pendant.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Greetings Rogal Ursus.&nbsp; My name is Vorah Nirsen.&nbsp; I have it on good authority that you are the place to come to for rare books, are you not," he asked, after bowing slightly.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes Sir.&nbsp; We have a substantial collection of current and rare books available. Is there a particular author or title you are looking for?" I replied, spreading my arms across the store.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes indeed Rogal. I am looking for a copy of Shakespeare's First Folio. Before you answer, I know it is hard to come by, and money is no object," he answered, reaching into his robe and plucking out a small coin purse.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My jaw dropped again. "Shakespeare's first folio?&nbsp; That indeed is a rarity," I chuckled.&nbsp; "I myself am a fan of the bard, but the oly copy I have is under lock and key and I am sure that my master will not wish to part with it.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it is impossible to get an answer now, he has gone to the fair. I doubt he will return before we close."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Disappointing I suppose. That is one of the final books I require for my library.&nbsp; I would say it is about twice the size of this store my friend.&nbsp; I have tomes on a wide range of subjects from alchemy and history to literature and even the culinary arts," he answered, smiling.&nbsp; His white teeth glinted in the light. I began to feel nervous.&nbsp; "Maybe we should close for the evening and have a pint at the tavern and I will tell you more about my collection. You should come see it sometime."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My hands went down in front of me as a fidgeted slightly.&nbsp; I could feel his gaze deep into my body.&nbsp;&nbsp; The next thing I knew, I was on the floor with him kneeling over me.&nbsp; He was smiling from ear to ear. His teeth glinted in the light of the lamps.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Whoa, you ok there Rogal?&nbsp; We were chatting about plans for the evening and you collapsed," his voice had an air of concern to it.&nbsp; He reached into the other pocket in his robe and pulled out a small flask, opened it and handed it to me.&nbsp; "Here have a small sip of this.&nbsp; I think it will help things."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I took a small sip of the flask and felt an amazing warmth flow through my body.&nbsp; The flavor was not unlike my favorite brandy in the tavern. I looked at him with puzzlement.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes it is the brandy from the tavern.&nbsp; To be honest, my visit here is one with ulterior motives.&nbsp; I have known about you for a while.&nbsp; Yes I am well aware of my reputation in this village and to be honest, I am kind of sick of it," his voice developed a small air of resentment.&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "So why here why now," I asked with a note of concern.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Your reputation precedes you Rogal.&nbsp; Your knowledge is known well throughout this village and other than the mayor, you are quite popular," he replied smiling, helping me to my feet.&nbsp; "The ones, who spent time with me, were quite impressed by the interludes I provided, but after a while, conversation turned towards you. And I was not the one who brought it up, as I did not know you."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That made me smile.&nbsp; "You know, Vorah, I think I will take you up on that offer for that drink," I replied walking with him towards the door and locking it from the outside.

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