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The Interview

by MinoasT

"Charlie!" yelled Kyle as the hot water suddenly stopped flowing. Jumping back, the

seventeen year old quickly shoved the shower head off his still soapy fur. "Cut the shit out! I

have to get ready for an interview."

As if in response, steam suddenly came off the water coming out of the showerhead.

Testing it with a paw, Kyle found it hotter than before. Deciding it best to not trust his older

brother any farther than he could throw him, Kyle rushed through the rest of his shower. His

shoulder length hair was clean and it took only a few moments to finish with his body fur. He

was glad that he had gotten his mom's short fur. As he let the hot water wash down his lithe

body, he ran his long fingered paws down over his fur to squeeze out any last bits of soap. With

a moment of weakness, Kyle let his hands linger on his sheath and large ballsack.

"Feeling kind of heavy," Kyle muttered. "Let's hope I have time to empty you two

delicious apples later."

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" sounded Kyle's cell phone out on the bathroom counter.

"Shit!" Kyle said as he quickly turned off the water. "Four already? I'm gonna be late."

Kyle jumped out and toweled himself off faster than he had ever before. Wiping off the

mirror with his towel, Kyle looked at himself in the mirror. Blue, wide-set eyes looked out at his

bullish shaped head. As he brushed his hair, Kyle once again cursed the long pale horns curling

out of his head just behind his temples. They had kept him off the varsity swim team, out of

wrestling and most all other sports he liked. He had even cut them off two years ago in a fit of

self-hatred, but the gods had laughed at him and made the horns grow back in days.

Snarling, Kyle bared his large canines at himself. "Gods be damned hair! Why can't that

stupid shampoo do as it claims?"

"If you'd let me cut it off," came a laughing bass voice from outside the bathroom.

"Fuck you and your stupid ideas, Charlie!" Kyle yelled with a jerk of his brush. "I ain't

letting anyone cut my hair, and you know it!"

"Pussy!" came the typical response.

Kyle ignored his older brother and finished brushing his blue-black fur. When satisfied,

he dropped his towel in the hamper outside the bathroom and headed to his bedroom. Nudity

inside the house had never been forbidden, so he and his brother rarely got dressed in the

bathroom. Rather, they waited until they got into their rooms. This tendency toward nudity had

allowed him to learn over the years that he had the biggest pair of balls between himself, Charlie,

and their dad. He decided early on that it was somehow linked to his mom and her F-cup breasts.

"Don't forget to put this on, Belle," called Charlie as something hit Kyle's chest.

Kyle glanced at the door in time to see the long brown-furred lupin tail of his brother

disappear. Looking down, Kyle shook his head as he bent down to pick up one of their mom's

tampons from the floor. His brother's laugh could still be heard echoing up the hall. Holding it

at the end of his muzzle, Kyle scrutinized the narrow rod-like thing still in its wrapper.

"If only he knew the truth," he whispered as his other hand slipped down to his crotch.

As he tossed the unopened tampon onto his dresser, the fingers of his other hand moved

to behind his large balls where a split of the skin could be felt. Working his fingers into this

split, Kyle pushed the skin apart despite his legs being only slightly spread. As his index finger

slipped in, he smiled at the pleasure it caused. A glance down showed the pink tip of his cock

protruding out the end of his sheath.

Kyle suppressed a moan as he pulled out of himself and went back to the work of

dressing. As far as he knew, no one besides himself knew of his secret pussy. The slit had

opened up sometime during his tenth or eleventh year and through personal examination had

yielded now great secrets except that of intense pleasure. Through careful investigation of school

and library books and what he thought had been careful questioning of his mother, he had

determined that he was a male-oriented hermaphrodite. A rare condition, he'd never suffered any

of the menstrual issues of a normal female. In fact, the few known cases of this type of

hermaphodism, sterility and dryness of the vagina was the norm.

His own experience had shown him that only during extreme sexual excitement did he

feel any excess wetness. That wetness always happened when he or his girlfriend played with his

cock and balls. Actual attempts at masturbating solely with his pussy was never tried. Charlie

tended to just burst into his room at random moments. At school it was even worse, though how

he made it through gym classes during his Junior High years with no one ever discovering his

secret was beyond Kyle.

"You about ready, honey?" called his mom from downstairs. "It's half past four!"

"Just putting on my pants, mom!" Kyle shouted while pulling on black dress pants.

Straightening the dark red shirt, Kyle glanced down at his hooves. A quick use of a brush

specifically for buffing his hooves brought the gleam he liked to see. Then it was a quick dash

into his dad's closet to pull out a tie before hurrying downstairs where his mom waited in the

foyer. As he held it out, Kyle gave her his pleading smile.

"Gods!" replied the tall buxom bovine with fur as nearly black as her son. "You're worse

than your father. Learn how to tie these damned things if you're going to wear them."

"Yes, mother," Kyle answered as he buttoned his collar and bent over slightly.

Kyle didn't understand why he was taller than both his parents. His brother was a bit

shorter than his mom, but taller than their dad. Their dad was shorter than their mom, as was

everyone on his side of the family. Or they were last time they saw any of them. The whole

eating of Aunt Clara, his mom's sister, by his dad's brothers and cousins pretty much ended them

attending Pack Cooper events.

Suddenly he felt a hard grip on his short tail. Then the musky aroma of his brother

wafted to his nostrils. He could feel each finger as they wrapped around the short fur of his thick

tail and the hard length of his brother's cock.

"Let go, Charlie," Kyle growled. "I'm going to be late."

"Don't you smell delicious," hissed his brother so softly that Kyle was sure their mom

couldn't hear despite being scant feet away. "I so want to throw you down and show you what a

real man is like. You'll be my bitch forever."

Knowing his brother, Kyle took a short step backwards and was rewarded by feeling the

soft give of his brother's lupine foot under a hoof. He didn't put all his weight onto that hoof.

Just enough to get the desired response.

"Aaah!" growled Charlie in pain. "Get your fat ass off my foot!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he feigned innocence. "Were you back there? I didn't notice."

"There!" exclaimed their mom. "Tie is done and your brother isn't permanently maimed.

Now, if you'll put on a jacket, Kyle, we can hit the rode. Your brother needs to get ready for

work anyway, right?"

Mom arched an eyebrow in that way that made you convinced that she could see through

walls and knew exactly what trouble you were up to. Charlie made stammering noises before

dashing up the stairs in defeat. Kyle didn't know if his mom had heard, sensed or would even

acknowledge knowing what had just transpired between him and Charlie, but she briefly turned

the glare at him.

Then she was all smiles and urging. Before he knew it, they were in his mom's old

Charger hurtling down the streets at breakneck speeds. Old muscle cars with suped up engines

was one of her weaknesses. He knew that her recently being named a partner in the law firm she

worked at was forcing his mom to buy a new car that was more indicitive of her new status.

Thus he would inherit the Charger as soon as the customizing on her new car was finished. Of

course, his mom kept telling his dad he had to pay for the car and that paybacks were hell.

***

"Here we are, kiddo," announced his mom as they pulled up in front of a flat roofed brick

structure with lots of blackened windows along the street. "Treslex Grill and Bar. A pretty

swanky looking place for this part of town."

"My English teacher swears by their food," Kyle said as he tried to calm nerves that

suddenly decided to do flip-flops in his gut. "I hope this place decides to hire me. There aren't

many places left to apply at."

"There's always Gordon Foods," his mom suggested again.

"I'm not working for Dad," Kyle replied, again. "It's almost five. They don't look like

their open. Should I wait another minute?"

"Go check the front door, Kyle," Mom laughed as she pushed on his shoulder. "And

don't forget to smile. They'll want happy and friendly waiters."

Kyle smiled at his mom before climbing out of the beat-up Charger. He walked up to the

front door and found it unlocked. Posted beside the door, he noticed, were the hours showing

that the place opened at seven in the evening and closed at five in the morning. Strange hours, he

thought, but if they hired him, he'd work as many as they would give him.

"I'm sorry, sugah," cooed a voluptuous voice that oozed hot and sultry, "but we ain't

open for another coupla hours."

Kyle stopped under a light just inside the door. The lights were so low that it seemed

pitch black inside. Not sure why a restaurant would need to be so dark, he didn't immediately

see who had spoken to him. Straining to see into the darkness, he didn't see who it was until

they spoke again.

"I'm over here, sugah," came the woman's voice. "Look left."

Kyle turned and found a small window in the wall. Leaning out of it was a long gray

furred feline with long dark red hair that framed a perfectly made-up face. A large busom bound

in red sequins overhung the window sill as the woman leaned out and waved a small kerchief at

him.

"Sorry, ma'am," Kyle smiled. "I'm Kyle Cooper and I have an appointment with Mr.

Greens at five o'clock."

"Do you?" she cooed as the wall below the window swung open. "Well, Kyle Cooper, let

me show you the way to his office. And please, don't ever call me ma'am again. My name here

is Candy Pop. Do you like Candy?"

"I..." Kyle hesitated for a moment. He knew it was a set-up. What he didn't know was

how to keep from embarrassing himself. "I like the soft kind that makes you go ‘Wow!' when

you've reached their juicy centers."

Candy smiled as she tweaked his cheek with a gloved hand. Then she led the way

through the maze of tables. Kyle found that as they walked under or near the scattered lights,

Candy's dressed seemed to glow with a thousand little lights. It even looked like she had sequins

somehow arrayed in her hair. Then they reached the back of the building. After passing through

a barely visible door, Kyle found himself in a moderately lit hallway that lead straight ahead

while ascending about four steps on his right. Candy led the way straight ahead for about thirty

feet to the last door on the left, which also ended the hallway.

"Mmm," Candy purred as she ran a hand along a cheek and sidled up against him while

pretending to squeeze past him in the hallway. "Even better in the light, sugah. Let me know if

you need someone to be cooped up with. I'd be available for you."

Kyle felt his cheeks and neck grow hot as the feline made sure he felt every curve of her

body. Her perfume filled his nostrils and tickled his brain in an oddly familiar way. It was like

Candy wore two or three perfumes, each trying to cover one another. Not sure why he was there

for a moment, he felt his cock start to stiffen in its sheath. Then his brain clicked back into

control and he remembered his interview.

"Thanksss, Candy," came a very serpent-like hiss from behind him. "I'm ssure Mr.

Cooper appreciatess your candor."

Kyle recognized the hiss of a dragon. He didn't particularly like dragons. At least not the

few he'd had as teachers. Turning around, he smiled and stuck his hand out.

"Hi, Mr. Greens," Kyle said warmly. "Call me Kyle."

Kyle found himself looking into the eyes of a brown and orange-scaled lizard. Standing

more than six feet tall, the dragon was strangely nearly eye to eye with Kyle. He could see the

long tapered tail that looked at least six feet long in the doorway behind the man. A green shirt

and blue jeans covered the rest of the dragons' thin body.

"Come in, Kyle," Mr. Greens said with a wave of a claw-tipped hand. "Have a sseat on

my couch."

Kyle glanced back down the hall as Candy sauntered away before heading into the

dragon's office. The swish of that long feline tail stayed with him as he sat on the black leather.

He heard a click as Mr. Greens closed the door and turned back to him. The office wasn't huge.

With a large desk covered in papers and a credenza behind it against the back wall, there was

only room for a narrow coffee table between the desk and the overstuffed leather sofa. The

dragonoid leaned against the front of the desk and scrutinized Kyle rather closely. Those vertical

slit pupils traveling him from horntip to hoof, or so it seemed to Kyle.

"What do you know about my little esstablisshment, Kyle?" Mr. Greens ran a long-

clawed hand over the top of his smooth scaled head. The narrow slitted nostrils flared briefly at

the end of the long narrow muzzle before a red tongue darted in and out once.

"Well," Kyle stammered nervously, "really only what others have told me. You have

only waiters and they go bare chested. The clients tend to spend rather freely and enjoy the

food."

"Anything elsse?" Mr. Greens pushed off the desk and came around to sit beside Kyle.

"Have you heard of our entertainment?"

"Enter...Entertainment?" Kyle gulped. He wasn't sure why, but Mr. Greens made him

very nervous. At first he thought it was because the man was a dragonoid, but his math teacher

was a dragonoid and didn't cause this feeling in him. "No. I...I haven't."

"Well," Mr. Greens leaned back on the sofa and grinned at him, "before I tell you about

that, why don't you take off that shirt and tie so I can see what kind of waiter you'd be. I do have

standards that my wait staff have to meet if they don't want to be penalized."

"Of course," Kyle said. He took the opportunity to stand up and step around the coffee

table. Working quickly, Kyle was soon divested of his dress shirt, tie, and white undershirt.

Setting them on the coffee table, he turned around in place when the dragon twirled a claw.

"What do you think?"

Kyle felt that he was pretty good looking. While not a muscle boy like his older brother,

he did work out in an effort to get definition without bulk. The short fur helped, he thought, to

highlight what definition he had achieved in the past year's weightlifting. As he turned around in

place a second time, he felt something grab his tail and pull him backward.

"Wha...?" he cried in surprise as he fell onto the coffee table and Mr. Greens.

"Rrrriiipppp!" went some part of his pants.

"Oh dear," came the obviously false concern from Mr. Greens, "sounds like those flimsy

pants are ruined."

"I'm sorry, sir," Kyle said as he struggled to get off the older man. "Something seems to

have a hold of my tail and won't let go."

"Oh, I'm sure that given the proper encouragement, I could be convinced to release you,"

Mr. Greens cooed as both of the man's hand lightly ran down the length of his chest and

abdomen. "My, my, my, though. Sylvia was definitely right about you. Definitely prime grade

beef."

Kyle froze for a moment. Sylvia was the name of his girlfriend. No one else had ever

been as close to him as Sylvia. She, though, was part boar and not anywhere close to dragon. As

he gasped at the feel of the dragon's claws on his belly, he found he could smell something

familiar. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he realized what it was.

"Sylvia?" he asked without moving a muscle. "Who's that?"

"You don't remember your girlfriend?" Mr. Greens chuckled as those claws cut through

Kyle's belt, pants, and underwear. "I hear that you really like to play ‘Poke the Hanging Pig'."

"Poke the...," Kyle couldn't believe his ears. "How?"

"My little girl has her tricks, my sexy little cow," moaned Mr. Greens. "And I'm ready to

find out just why you smell so much like a bitch."

Kyle felt the dragon claws lightly run along the length of his sheath and over his balls.

Under the shredded fabric of his briefs, he felt a clawed finger slide behind his ballsack and find

his hidden slit. As he felt the cold claw slip inside, Kyle realized that the dragon had lost its hiss.

A shudder ran up his spine as he felt the clawed finger penetrate deeper than even he'd dared go.

The claw and finger seemed almost to grow in thickness and length. Fear seemed to keep him

rigid. Fear of the claw inside of him. Fear of what the dragon was going to do to him. Fear of

what the dragon really was.

"I'm so going to enjoy your body," huffed the dragon as Kyle felt the finger pull out. "A

pussy hidden behind these oh so delicious balls. I can't believe my luck. A male hermaphrodite

is so rare, Kyle. You should be honored that the gods chose you for such an honor."

Then came the ripping of the remaining portion of Kyle's pants. He suspected that his

pant's crotch seam was essentially gone. If he didn't do something, he would find himself raped

and possibly worse. With Mr. Greens leaning even further over his body, Kyle realized what the

man was likely going to do next.

Snapping out of his daze, Kyle pushed his ass down between the coffee table and the

sofa. At the same time he jerked his head up toward the underside of the dragon's muzzle while

simultaneously curling his legs up. A nice thud and crackle sound greeted the meeting of his

knees, horns, forehead and dragon skull. When Mr. Greens screamed in pain and sat upright,

Kyle rolled to his left and off of the sofa and dragon. Jumping up, he looked down to see his

pants and underwear fall to the floor. He wasn't happy that the head of his cock poked out of his

sheath, either.

Suddenly there was a loud hammering on the opposite side of the office door. Between

pounds, Kyle heard a man's voice yelling. He recognized the voice seconds before the door burst

open.

"Dad!" Kyle shouted.

Stepping into the office was a five foot nine inch tall upright wolf covered in long

grayish-brown fur. A snarl bared ferocious teeth as Mr. Greens jumped up.

"Get away from my son, you piece of shit," growled Kyle's dad before leaping at the

dragon.

Mr. Greens hissed in return before the pair fell back into a ball of flying fur and scales.

Kyle stood there against the wall holding his shredded clothes unable to do much more than

watch. First his dad had the upper hand and got several good swipes. The pair locked hands,

after, with each trying to get the advantage. The dragon tried to whip his tail around at Kyle's

dad, but the wolf would move and throw the dragon's balance off. Finally the dragon surged

forward when Kyle's dad had his back to a wall. Pinned by the dragon's arms and legs, Kyle

watched as the dragon tried again and again to latch onto his dad's throat with that long muzzle.

Then Mr. Greens reared up that long dragon tail. As Kyle watched, a long razor sharp claw

appeared from the tail tip.

"Liar!" Kyle shouted before he leapt over the coffee table's length at the dragon.

Grabbing the tail with both hands, Kyle jerked his whole body back. The dragon lifted

off his dad and sailed over the desk to hit the office's back wall. A sickening crunch made him

hopeful the creature was finished. Not waiting to see, he yanked his dad up with one hand and

grabbed his ripped clothes in the other. Then he literally dragged his father out of the office and

down the hall. As they burst into the dining room, a roar could be heard from back down the

hall.

"What the hell was that?" growled his dad as they knocked tables aside in their beeline

for the front door.

"Changeling," Kyle answered as they skidded to a halt scant feet from the shadowy figure

blocking their exit. "Both of them."

"Very good, sugah," cooed Candy as the feline stepped into the light, a large club in her

hands. "Too bad you and your dad won't live to tell nobody."

"Oh, Sylvia," Kyle lamented as he reach down to pick up a chair, "let me take this

opportunity to tell you I don't want to date you anymore. I hope your heartbroken."

"Oh, boohoo, you stupid cow," Candy replied as the gray hair started to short, the body

swell, and the feline face morph into that of a long-tusked boar. "Why don't you just roll over

and die!"

As the sequin dress ripped and shredded, Kyle through the chair. With a swipe of a fat

hand, the now pig-looking Candy knocked the chair aside. Immediately, the creature charged

them. For Kyle's part, he roughly pushed his dad aside and held his arms ready. When the

transformed Candy, or possibly Sylvia, reached him, Kyle twisted his body aside while reaching

out to grasp the pair of tusks. With a loud guttural shout, Kyle heaved his ex-girlfriend off her

feet. As Candy/Sylvia squealed in surprise, Kyle flung the changeling with all his strength

toward the back of the dining room.

"They police are here, son," his dad announced as Kyle became aware of the siren's blare.

"It's their show now."

CRACK!

Suddenly his dad crumpled to the ground. Kyle saw a chair clattered away from the

corner of his eyes as he spun around himself. In that instant he saw something in the air a few

scant feet from his head. Years of fighting and wrestling with his brother, who always played

dirty, caused a reflexive response.

"Heeya!" Kyle yelled as he slammed his horns and forehead into the oncoming object.

A loud crack, snap, and popping sound was followed quickly by the thud of something

heavy striking the floor. When Kyle opened his eyes, which always seemed to close during a

head butt, Mr. Greens laid a few feet away unconscious.

"Daddy!" cried Candy/Sylvia from the back of the dining room. "You'll pay for that!"

Kyle looked up to see the boar charging back toward him. With each step the changeling

grew in size and monstrosity. It only took three steps before lines electrical discharge appeared

to either side of Kyle. The powerful bolts of energy struck Candy/Sylvia in the chest. Her whole

body seemed to glow a wonderful blue color before crumpling to the ground.

"The only way to deal with Shape Shifters," came a woman's voice from behind him.

"Who?" he spun around to see a pair of tan female otters in police uniforms standing with

stun guns held out. Then he spotted his father at their feet. "Dad!"

Kyle rushed to his father's side as the wolf groaned and started to move. As he helped his

father to sit up, one of the officer's could be heard calling for containment units and an

ambulance. Then suddenly the place started to fill up with uniform officers. A moment later and

someone turned the lights up to full.

"Take it easy, sir," the other policewoman said as she put a hand onto his dad's shoulder.

"Stay seated until the EMTs can take a look at you. Both of you."

"And where are your clothes, son," asked a bear wearing a suit and tie while walking into

the restaurant.

"I think I found them, Detective," called the other female officer. "They've been kinda

shredded."

Kyle launched into an explanation as someone appeared with a blanket to cover his

nudity. While he related everything that happened, EMTs arrived to examine his father, his

mother came up and wrapped her arms around both him and his father, and workers were herded

out of the kitchen. When he got to the part involving his pussy getting fingered, Kyle paused.

He wasn't sure if he should tell the truth. The last thing he wanted was to get laughed at or

overly scrutinized because he was a freak. As he pondered for a moment, he noticed that the two

changelings were being herded out with what looked suspiciously like cattle prods while a series

of rings seemed to encase the two in a shimmering field of blue energy.

"You need to tell us exactly what happened, son," the detective urged when Kyle didn't

immediately continue. "It may help us keep them behind bars a bit longer."

"He said something that made me think he could smell my difference," Kyle said softly

after a moment of indecision. "I didn't think that was possible, but obviously that Changeling

proved me wrong."

"Honey, what are you talking about?" asked his mom.

"I'm a hermaphrodite," Kyle said quickly. "I have a vagina and that...that man, or

Changeling, stuck a finger or something into it."

"Rape," sighed the detective. "So we can pin him with assault and rape, should you press

charges."

"Of course we'll press charges!" exclaimed his dad while his mom wrapped her arms

around Kyle and gave him a hug.

"Oh honey," said his mom softly as their heads touched. "Your father and I have known

since a few days after you were born. The doctors were concerned and did all sorts of tests. Out

of those tests came their diagnosis of hermaphrodite, but it was too late to put on the birth

certificate."

"And you never told me?" Kyle was shocked.

"Son," his dad clasped a bare shoulder, "we promised that we would let you determine

how you were raised. Everything has said ‘boy' and not ‘girl' or ‘herm'."

"So we just sort of forgot about it," finished his mom. "Not mad are you?"

"Whether he's mad or not," interrupted the detective, "doesn't change the fact that there

has been a sexual assault against a minor of rare gender. I believe the law is pretty clear on this,

but then I don't need to tell you that. Do I, Counseler Cooper?"

"No, you don't, Detective," answered Kyle's mom. "We'll cooperate in whatever way

needed to help you put those two monsters behind bars for a long, long time."

When everyone seemed to have paused at once, Kyle decided to speak up. "How did the

police know to come here in such force?"

"Your mother called after you father charged in unannounced," the detective explained.

"We also got another pair of calls relating to this location, but for reasons unrelated to you and

your father. I can't say more since this is an active investigation. We'll need you and your father

to come downtown and give a formal statement tomorrow."

"Detective!" someone called from a door further down the back wall. "You better come

see this."

"Call my office, detective," Kyle's mom answered. "Filmore, Filmore, and Cooper will

be glad to provide you with whatever help we can provide your investigation."

"Strange hearing those words from a lawyer, Mrs. Cooper," said the detective before

heading toward the back of the restaurant.

"So we can leave now?" Kyle asked.