(The following story is a work of fiction relating to works of fiction. Any similarity to any dimension where this actually occurs is coincidential and somewhat cool, but unintended. All characters in this story are own by there respective copyrights, wether they know it or not. Thankyou.)
 
Toriel's Tryout
By Misterebony
 
 
The goat woman sat nervously on her chair. She was a pretty one too, with shining white fur and a dress of light blue. Manyh of the other patrons would glance at her, and a few stared, seemingly captivated. The goat woman, Toriel, blushed and looked away shyly with a smile at such glances, finding their flirting... cute.
 
"First time here at the Agency?" A deep voice said. Toriel looked over and saw an owl as big as she was, but very fat and regal, with a monacle dangling from his fancy vest. "Grand Duke of Owls, at your service. And you are...?"
 
The goat woman sighed. "Toriel... from Undertale."
 
The Duke nodded. "Ah yes, charming. Already famous from what I hear, despite only having a demo."
 
Toriel chuckled. "Kids are a little too young for that, and it can be kinda scary. And yet here I am about to get a job at a fetish agency while I wait for the release. I'm so nervous... I never did fetish work before."
 
Sitting on the other side of her, the shapely bee woman laughed. Q-Bee found something like that rather humorous, her purple hair swaying some. So she had to interject. "Honey, you got nothing to worry about. We all wind up in fetish work at some time. Comes with the territory."
 
Nearby, a Mewtwo also came over to talk. or at least speak with his psychic power. "She's rioght you know. Look at some of what they have about my kind. I must have about 45,286 different fetishes associated with me, more than a few focused on my second neck. Or my tail."
 
The Duke nodded. "Agreed. But then again, both of you are regulars in fetish work. This lovely lady is somewhat new, only been in one story so far. Who was it that wropte that?"
 
Toriel eeeped! "Wait........ that was a fetish work?! But it was so sweet! And I didn't.... you mean..."
 
Q-Bee put her sticky hand on Toriel's shoulder and tried to shush her. "Relax dear! Everything in the world is a fetish to someone. Even striped marlin. Or honeycakes." She shivered at the last one. Seeing the conversation, a certain mousey mechanic, Gadget Hackwrench, walked over, currently dressed in gingerbread.
 
"Golly, what's all the fuss?" She asked as she climbed in TOriels lap. She blushed at all the attention she was getting.
 
"Our friend here has yet to fully experience or appreciate fetish work." The Duke said. Gadget chuckled.
 
"Haven't you seen online? She's gottten a lot of pics and stuff based on her already!"
 
Toriel eeked and hid her face. "It wasn't my idea! They made some of those things... I'm not like that! I just like to take care of kids!"
 
Everyone chuckled. Then Gadget smiled. "Relax. They have been doing it about me for a long time. Just look at an author called Alex Reynard! Some of the stuff he did of me is rather.... eyecatching."
 
The Duke licked his chops. "Ah, indeed. I found that roast one rather..... exquisite." He said wih a chuckle. Toriel also laughed some.
 
"You sure I can do this?" She asked. Q-Bee nodded.
 
"Sure do! Bet your the kind who best fits with the snuggly but non sexual stuff. That's perfectly fine, things like that are sooooo cute! Me, give me a horny prey to sex, and suck the soul out of any day!"
 
The Duke nodded. "For me, power is my passion. Overpowering as a master over slaves."
 
Gadget blushed some. "And uh./..... I think you can guess for me." She said with a giggle."
 
Toriel nodded. "That reminds me... why the getup?"
 
Gadget smiled. "Future work I'm trying out for. A remake of the gingerbread man, but instead all kinds of mouse preds chase me."
 
The Duke chuckled. "And you get away right?"
 
Gadget laughed. "Course not!"
 
Toriel smiled. It was a fun life it seemed, being in stories. And in between jobs they really were all friends. She glanced up as a black furred feline opened the office door at the far end.
 
"Toriel?" He said. "Come on in, we have an opening for a small audiance story."
 
Toriel nodded and stood up. The others nodded or gave thumbs up, encouraging her. She breathed deeply once, then went in.
 
She had work to do.
 
 
THE END