A story of a female fox-taur who is courted by a lavishly rich black dragon.

Written in 2011, I intended this to become a breast-expansion story (If you've perused  Squeakie 's gallery you'll know what I'm talking about!) However, I never actually got that far. Another bit of scrap writing to memorialize on the interweb...

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Breast Side Story
By Shalion

Heather Sacks sat at her desk and stared dumbly at the harsh glare of her sub-standard computer screen. The words seemed to blur together on the page and despite the fact that she was dangerously behind on her work, she had to look away. She put her face in her right hand and rubbed her eyes; She could only take so many hours staring at the screen and even the eye drops weren’t helping much anymore.

Heather stood up on her four legs and stretched. The large fox’s body beginning where her upper torso ended ached from being curled up on the floor in front of the desk; the thin mat the company provided as “Reasonable Accommodation” for non-humanoid employees was far from sufficient. It would have almost been better to stand at her desk, but at her height of 7’ 10” from the base of her paws to the top of her head – just an average height for most female taurs – she would have had to bend over to reach her keyboard. It hadn’t been too bad, at least until Upper Management had decided to make more use of the small room she occupied in front of her managers’ offices by placing several large filing cabinets in front of her desk. Of course her desk had to be moved closer to the wall accordingly, never mind that she now had to sit facing the wall and had to turn completely sideways to greet everyone going to and from the short hallway behind her. The five offices of the middle managers for which she secretaried were fairly busy which meant that Heather was constantly rotating her humanoid upper half around at the waist while her lower body remained pressed in between the wall and the length of her desk; all in an effort to appear cheerful and perky. She smoothed the reddish orange fur down on the top of her head between her large ears and rubbed her eyes some more.

The glass door which led out onto the cubicle floor jingled as it was opened and Heather turned sideways, feeling a small creak in her spine as she did so. “Hi, Mr. Yeager!” she greeted enthusiastically, smiling with her small perfectly white canines glinting in the harsh florescent light.

“Yeah, hi.” Muttered the handsome blond Labrador under his breath and hardly making eye contact.

It was wearying, but Heather had to keep up an appropriate appearance – she’d been told so on several occasions by her superiors. “I’ve sorted your mail, Mr. Yeager. The Friday budget meeting has been pushed up to Wednesday.”

The yellow dog growled softly under his breath, but his eyes rolled over Heather like the plastic tree next to her in the corner. He stepped by her and into his office without another word and shut the door. Heather sighed and turned back to her computer.

When the view between the eye-watering glare of her monitor and the uninteresting white paint of the wall finally became too much, Heather decided to take her lunch break. She got up on her four long and sleek legs. While her upper half had hardly any muscle tone – Heather was not into sports of any kind – her quadruped half was naturally toned with thick haunches that would have carried her at a speed faster than any humanoid runner could hope for. She fussed at the hem of the orange and white tube-like vest she wore on her lower half to preserve her modesty. Like many mammalian taurs, Heather had an additional eight breasts on the abdomen of her lower half in addition to the four she had on her chest. It was still quite controversial whether female taurs needed to cover the lower ones – certainly the only clothing available for that particular area was quite unimaginative and often uncomfortable. Garments were available that covered the entirety of a taur’s rear, but they struck Heather as looking like a diaper. Luckily, however, as long as one kept her tail down and didn’t walk around displaying her sex, less concealing garments were acceptable in most places. Although, while Heather had chosen to err on the conservative side of the argument, it wasn’t like she had much to cover up in the first place.

Heather knew that she had fine cut features. Her cheeks were full, her small snout well angled with a pointed and dainty nose. Her teeth were not overly large and after getting her braces off in high-school were perfectly aligned. The white spots on her eyebrows and cheeks accentuated her lovely green eyes. Her mother had always said she was beautiful, but Heather had one irredeemable flaw. One that she was constantly reminded of as her “tube-bottom” continually sagged, her frame unable to fill it properly to stay put. Heather’s chests, both of them, were almost as flat as a man’s.

To her sandwich and bag of baby carrots from the brown paper lunch sack, Heather added a soda from the vending machine in the break room. However, fifteen minutes into her break, who should appear, but the rudest of the five middle managers whose offices she serviced. While Mr. Yeager was indifferent, Mr. Shepherd seemed disgusted by Heather’s unfeminine appearance and actively avoided her like the plague. The broad shouldered German shepherd grabbed a quick coffee from the pot, dumped a single sugar in it and drank it without stirring. His dark brown eyes scanned the room while he reclined against the counter, passing over Heather as easily as vapor and landing on a buxom young intern; a snowy rabbit who, to Heather at least, was shamefully displaying her own considerable endowments with a low cut, and tight shirt. Heather couldn’t remember the name of the hare who had earrings all the way up the length of her expansive ears and what she was called seemed to be the last thing on Mr. Shepherd’s mind as he glanced hungrily at her.

Heather put her sandwich down half eaten, her appetite abating her as the canine strode confidently up to the intern with all the confidence of a wolf making a kill. “My, my, who do we have here?” he asked, placing his arm significantly against the wall. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around the office before.”

The rabbit tittered like a schoolyard girl and Heather felt like barfing all over the table. “Oh… I’m new here.” She said in an exaggeratedly dainty voice, never taking her eyes off Mr. Shepherd’s pecs and biceps where they bulged under his shirt.

The only kind of attention Heather had ever gotten from Mr. Shepherd in the two years she had been working for Pan-Dynamic Inc. had been his constant and scathing criticism for anything from mistakes in the formatting of his memos to lost mail which had never even made it to her desk. Heather knew she should be angry and affronted, but seeing his alacrity in greeting younger employees more feminine curves, she instead felt like crying. Heather got up rapidly, knocking over a chair in the process with her large body, but she didn’t care. She tossed her lunch in the waste basket and spent the rest of her break in the woman’s restroom.

When the vixen returned to her desk, she was composed, serious and ready to work; the only evidence to the contrary were the slightly damp tissues she had left in the waste tin under the paper towels in the washroom. No one came or went from the offices behind her for the next two hours; that that suited Heather just fine. The company continued switching over more and more of its functions to electronic correspondence and as a result mail came only in the mornings now and was quickly delivered and sorted by her. Now Heather had little to do but transcribe and relay the occasional e-mail as well as work on Mr. Yeager’s meeting notes.

Her solitude was broken by the entrance by Tommy, one of the upper secretaries and one who could be relied upon to deliver quick, personal messages for the who’s-who’s of Pan-Dynamic. His eyes were nearly popping out of his skull and his tone was urgent. “Mr. Foster needs Mr. Yeager to attend an emergency meeting right now.”
Heather’s instinctual reaction was professional dithering, “Mr. Yeager is in his office working, but I’ll send him a message right–”

“I don’t care if you have to drag him out of there yourself. Make sure he’s down in room 1543 in three minutes!” Tommy left in a hurry, possibly to summon more of the middle and upper management. Heather rose as quickly as she could without knocking anything over with her large hindquarters. In the business world, ignoring, or even being late to a summons was usually a fatal error.

After knocking for the third time on the door, the yellow Lab finally answered, his watery eyes slid past her face like it was laminated with a layer of Teflon to look at the wall behind her. “What is it?” he asked rather snappily.

“Mr. Foster needs you to attend an emergency meeting in room 1543. Right now.” She added, though his eyes lit up at the first mention of the name of the head CEO of Pan-Dynamic.

“Damnit…” he swore under his breath. He bent over and grabbed his briefcase but stopped the moment he lifted it, as if unsure of its weight. “Double-damn.” His eyes actually looked her in the face for the first time in months, “Ms. Sacks, I need to you come with me.”

The request stunned her, she was usually as invisible as the wallpaper; and just as appreciated. “I… What?” She couldn’t comprehend why he would suddenly want her with him.

“I hate all this new fangled, electronic non-sense. I have no hard copies of my documents and I’ve no time to print them. You know my reports better than I do, so I need you to come along with me.”

Strangely, Heather’s heart seemed to swell in her non-existent breast. It was new to be needed in any capacity, especially singled out in such a deliberate and personal way. She didn’t care if she was merely replacing Mr. Yeager’s briefcase. “Of course, I’ll do my best to help, Mr. Yeager.” She said already racking her brain for all of the documents and reports having to do with the blond canine.

Room 1543 was an executive board room. Heather had never been inside and had no idea the tacky office building in which she worked sported such lavish interiors. Thick, black high-backed leather chairs lined both sides of a long, expensive table of dark, polished oak. The light was dim, but not dark and the air was cool and while it was obvious that the room was not often trafficked, it wasn’t musty. Most of the other chairs were already filled, but the silence was almost a presence in itself. Not all of the executives of Pan-Dynamic were attending, but the fact that the CEO was here was baffling. Heather didn’t think he’d settle for anything but the corporate headquarters on the other side of the country. Everyone seemed uncomfortable at the ominous portents.

Heather felt dreadfully conspicuous in the room. Not only was she the only taur, but there was only one other stiff necked and severe looking woman in the room. She felt altogether too colorful among the subdued earth tones of the male business garb. Her bright orange and white fur and the ridiculous tube she wore around her middle made her feel like a spotlight was shining down on her in front of these corporate giants. Mr. Yeager thankfully sat at the end of the long table and Heather did her best to melt into the corner beside him.

The large vixen settled on the floor besides a large plastic fern to be available to Mr. Yeager and swallowed nervously as the eyes – all those eyes – in the room stared at her openly. There were so many things wrong with her, her large fox’s body, her utter lack of proper femininity, even her gender; each eye was like a white hot spear. Just let the floor swallow her up! But soon the eyes left her to look forward to the other side of the room for another unusual occupant was making a late entry.

Heather had an impression of an old maritime sailing ship, except with black sails like a piratical cutter slipping into the room before the strong musty scent hit her like a slap in the face. The odor was strong, carrying across the room, slightly sulfurous, but very masculine; her nose wrinkled with the unfamiliar scent, but then she had never had the opportunity to be that close to a full-blooded Royal Dragon before. And indeed, entering in the room was a very large figure whose massive, obviously fully functional, wings he could scarcely squeeze through the double doors at the other end of the office. Here was an example of dragon-kind before their heritage began to be watered down by the blood of lesser races. Heather could not keep her eyes off those massive wings.

Walking confidently into the room on four black scaled feet – each terminating in four sharpened talons like short swords – the honored guest took his seat at the head of the room, sitting on his thick haunches and curling his long, muscular tail about his feet. The way he held his wings behind him was reminiscent of an grand emperor looking over a handful of minor nobles… or dinner. After the mystery guest came the CEO of Pan-Dynamic himself.

Heather thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest. She had never been in the same room with so many lofty and important people before; and while she still didn’t know who that great dragon was, there was no doubt that he was very important. The CEO’s entrance seemed to pale in comparison to the Royal dragon’s but then, being a rather portly pig with a tendency to sweat without notice it would have been impossible to meet the stature the dragon’s physical form gave him even with the hog’s lofty title.

Heather was still staring at the great black dragon when Mr. Foster started the meeting. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice to this emergency meeting.” There were obligatory nods all around and Mr. Foster took a deep breath which expanded his three chins like the ribs on an inflatable mattress. “Our guest has pressing business to attend to and must depart this afternoon.” The heavy-set boar cleared his throat. “May I present Sir Korialstraz, owner of the Deeper Mining company, and our newest business associate.”

The large dragon nodded very slightly in recognition with his long snout. Sir Korlialstraz had very sharp, very angular features which were severe but also quite beautiful in an alien, predatory sense. Heather thought that this person was a being out of another world, unlike the few other dragons she’d seen, humanoid or otherwise, his features were completely unsoftened by any mammalian ancestors; like a fearsome figure carved from stone, he was at once frightening and eye-capturing. She couldn’t look away.

There was an outburst of eager questions for Mr. Foster and Sir Korialstratz as soon as the introduction was complete. The dragon retained serene aloofness and let the pig answer the questions as beads of sweat began to roll down the former’s exposed pink skin. Left with speaking to the CEO directly, all but the most fundamental questions soon died down. A fox in grey and black suit asked, “In what capacity will we be cooperating with Deeper Mining?”


“That is the reason why we are having this emergency meeting, Niles.” Said Mr. Foster gruffly and the fox hung his head in rebuke.

The talk began to rotate in a more organized fashion, but the dragon, for the most part, kept his mouth closed, only offering simple answers to questions, often with a single word. It was hard to imagine Mr. Foster all but bowing and scraping for this person for in her mind, she had worked him up to be a large, all powerful and unreachable being at the top of the food chain here in Pan-Dynamic; apparently the “large” aspect was the only part she got right.

The material was almost all new as Mr. Foster talked about the ways Pan-Dynamic could utilize or export the raw goods from Deeper Mining. Pan-Dynamic was an all encompassing entity, dabbling tendrils of money and finance into almost all markets. What the company actually did was hard to define, but Heather thought of it as skimming off the top of most everything from producing microchips to growing corn and even advanced medical research. The talk was long and quite dull, but she was able to provide Mr. Yeager with needed details for his own sector when his memory failed him. At least she had something interesting to look at…

Suddenly amber eyes were piercing into her. The slit pupils seemed capable of burrowing into her soul as the dragon finally turned his hot gaze on her. The foxtaur wilted under the glance, embaressed that she had been caught staring but startled that he even took notice of her at all. She was so used to being invisible, her mind froze as she felt herself being noticed, really seen for perhaps the first time. ‘For the love of God, don’t let him say anything!’ she cried desperately in her mind; she couldn’t breathe. She didn’t want him to even mention her name; she needed her job so badly.

The moment passed and the dragon’s face remained as impassive as before… or was there the barest hint of a smile at the corners of his thin, reptilian lips? Heather would never know, she kept her eyes glued to the floor for the remainder of the meeting.

After the long, grueling discourse was over – the dragon never seemed to do anything other than observe the proceedings and perhaps add power to Mr. Foster’s words – Heather got up and left as swiftly and quietly as she could, leaving the fat CEO of Pan-Dynamic smiling exuberantly and shaking hands with his other executives and supervisors. Settling down in her tiny seating arrangements felt like coming down off a high, it was several minutes before she was even able to look at her computer screen. Mr. Yeager returned soon after and walked straight to his office without so much as a nod of gratitude. For the first time, Heather forgot her own false enthusiasm and didn’t look up as he walked past. In her mind still burned the image of those amber spheres almost as if they sought to pull her into them.



A month later, Heather found herself outside her modest apartment building standing in a light drizzle. The mist clung to her fur, beading on it in tiny, shining drops, but she couldn’t have cared less. She was too busy looking down at the letter she had just pulled out of her street side mailbox. On the surface, it looked innocuous enough: plain white paper, her name and address of course, but it was the return address which shocked her. It was from Sir Korialstraz, not Deeper Mining or some other unknown affiliate, but the actual dragon himself! The address wasn’t a P.O. box either, it was a real home address, even her name and address were handwritten in an exotic lavender ink which was slightly iridescent in the light. Heather didn’t have the slightest idea what it could mean, but the last thing she wanted was attention from someone powerful enough to have Mr. Foster at his beck and call, much less personal attention. She would have thrown it away on the spot if she didn’t think that doing so would be even more dangerous than opening it. She scampered up the stairs two at a time and slammed the door of her small apartment behind her.

The letter sat on her table. Heather stared at it. It had been two hours and yet the thing was still there, an anomaly in her quiet, boring existence. She kept thinking – or hoping – that the thing would disappear if she turned her back on it because she couldn’t have gotten a letter from that mysterious dragon. But there it remained and like a black hole, Heather felt the thing threatening to devour her entire life as she knew it. Something she had never felt before weighed heavily on her, like a miasma in the room; it was the weight of destiny, the knowing that things would never be the same after she opened the letter… one way or another. But the damn thing certainly wasn’t going to do her the curtesy of opening itself.

With her face set in grim certitude, she grabbed the letter with a black furred hand and ripped it open with a claw. From the cocoon, she withdrew a single sheet of paper. Heather’s eyes widened as she devoured its contents.


‘How in the world did I get myself into this?’ thought Heather as she sat in a small, but luxurious parlor room in a sumptuous red dress which she had never seen before that very morning Sir Korialstraz had invited her to his private residence and yet fit her to the inch. In her right hand was an untouched cup of tea and beside her a small platter of cakes and biscuits. Heather was still too dazzled by her expensive surroundings to eat or drink and her mind wondered at such offerings since the dragon had invited her for a private lunch, though such thoughts were probably just a defense against the unreality of the situation.

It had been three days since she had received the invitation in the mail, but Heather could still not, for the life of her, explain why the magnificent black dragon had taken such an interest in her. Being invisible, it was at least possible to tolerate her homliness, but now, it felt like she was pretending at being someone she could never possibly be. Part of her, a strong part, wanted to rip the mockingly beautiful dress off of her and run right out of the mansion, but for some reason she remained even if her tight lips would not allow a single drop of tea to pass and quench the thirst in her throat.

A mouse house servant opened the abnormally large doors to the parlor where the vixen sat on a pile of colorful pillows, straining at the weight. Heather thought it odd that such a large person would prefer the smallest of servants, but then perhaps, this Sir Korialstraz liked emphasizing his own size by surrounding himself with small people. Heather followed him out. The mouse led her not to the dining room as she had been expecting, but rather out the back. Heather couldn’t quite stifle a gasp at the estate ranging out before her. Acres of manicured lawn rolled away in front of her beyond the wide, unroofed patio. Expertly landscaped trees dotted the terrain here and there, huge trees with thick upper branches; Heather could see claw marks on some of the bigger ones. The hills seemed sculpted as if to frame a small lake directly behind the house and who knows, they might have. The back yard created the illusion of a secluded rual estate despite its location in the heart of the suburbs; granted, in this case, a very large heart. “The master will be with you shortly.” Said the mouse professionally before stepping back indoors.

Heather was so enamored at the natural beauty of the landscape that she hardly noticed the small click of the door locking behind her. However, her large ears did notice and eventually, they brought her brain around as a shrill of pain rose up her spines. She turned, her mind filling with all kinds of horrible images, but before she could reach futilely for the locked door, she was interrupted by the noise of tightening leather.

That clap was unmistakably and it came again and again. The air stirred into a small breeze as the dragon approached.