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The Coffee Minion

A Dragon News Network Story

Sponsored by Engy

By Draconicon

Coffee Minion (known as either Minion or Coffee, depending on who you were) was going about his rounds when he heard the usual sounds of two journalists getting it on. The little green feral dragon paused, considering continuing his rounds for a few seconds, then shrugged off his sense of duty. It was always more interesting to see what other people were doing.

He walked up to the half-closed door of the second-floor copy-room, nosing it open. It slid open, and he walked around it, slithering through the gap before it could close on his tail. His hurry made the platform on his back, covered in capped-off coffee cups, sway back and forth, but a quick tap with his tail settled it back into place. It was good to be feral, sometimes, and other times, it was annoying.

But the view he got was just what he was hoping for.

Coffee Minion smiled to himself, keeping low as he watched the big polar bear ramming a thick, dark cock up a raven's rump. He didn't quite giggle, but that was more because he was driving his nose right into the carpet.

Hehehe, everyone here seems to have a lot of fun, he thought. I love this job.

He kept low as he watched the polar bear's bulk slam into the raven, and the copier just under him. Every now and then, one of the plastic pieces buckled and threatened to fall off, but it never quite did, always slamming up and rattling instead.

"Hehehe, you take it good, Satres," the bear said.

"Nnngh. I wish you'd stop doing this...I have work to do!"

"You know you love it."

"You say that about everyone."

"And I'm always right."

The bear reached around the raven, forcing one leg up - the raven had been lying on his side, after all, legs curled up to cover his crotch - and Coffee Minion was surprised to see that the raven's cock was all locked up. Metal wires and plates covered the shaft, keeping it from rising or hardening.

The bear's fingers found it at the same time, and he blinked.

"What the fuck?"

"I requisitioned that after our last romp. I was getting tired of you leaving me exhausted from multiple orgasms and rushing ahead on the job."

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to knock you out the old-fashioned way."

If Coffee Minion had thought that the bear was humping hard before, this was something else. The bear's bulk seemed to follow through on every thrust, that thick, dark cock slapping between the raven's feathered rump, burying itself deep between the glossy ass cheeks. The raven's beak clacked together, as if trying to keep from making a sound, but even from his hiding place, Coffee Minion could make out bits of pre oozing out of the raven's shaft.

In, out, in, out, the polar bear slammed, always grunting, always growling, as if he needed to show off his dominance with very action that he made. Coffee Minion licked his lips, imagining putting that thick cock between his lips and showing the bear just what he could do...but he didn't think this would be a good time.

Instead, he waited until the bear was just about done, and then pushed himself out of his hiding place. He reached up over his back with his tail, snatching one of the coffee cups, and swept his tail forward, offering it to the raven.

"Hmm?"

Satres looked up.

"Oh, thank - mmph - thank you, Coffee."

"Hey, is that Minion? Grab me one - mmph - too!"

"If you don't mind?"

"Hey, I'm busy fucking your ass. You could at least be moaning, you know."

"Try training with incubi, and then tell me that." The raven shook his head. "Coffee, if you don't mind?"

The feral dragon didn't mind at all. He snatched a second cup from his back, passing it to the raven. He paused for a moment, leaning in close to see that thick, ten-inch cock slamming into the raven's pucker again, and then turned to leave.

Just as the door closing, he heard a sudden yelp from the bear, and smiled. At a guess, he imagined that the raven had just doused Olag in hot coffee. It wouldn't surprise him; those two were often at odds, nearly as often as Olag and Sollon were.

But there were other people that he needed to find before the day was over. Coffee didn't just deliver itself.

Well, it did, sometimes, but that was only when Taiko was visiting...or Idesin...or...

Hmm. Maybe it does deliver itself more often than not.

Shrugging as much as a feral possibly could, the little dragon went back to his appointed rounds, following the hallways towards the elevators, and then taking one of them to the ground floor. The working guys and girls probably needed coffee, too.

The elevator dinged, letting him out on the ground floor. The lobby of DNN - or Dragon News Networks, as the studio was called - was a rounded sort of structure, taking up the bottom floor of the main tower of the building. Two others were further down, near the main broadcasting studio, and were connected to the upper floors via skybridges, but that was neither here or there.

The receptionist, a wide-hipped lizard that one could be mistaken for assuming to be a small-chested female, turned at his approach. Coffee Minion yelped as the lizard leaped over the desk, turning into a blur of motion as he shot over the dragon's back. Three cups disappeared from Coffee Minion's back in one fell swoop, and when he turned around, he spotted the lizard chugging the second one, the first already hitting the floor.

"Coffeeeeeeee! Coffee coffee coffee."

Coffee Minion shook his head. Nataraj had been a miserable little lizard before coming here, but ever since arriving, he swore that the cum-fiend had developed as great a need for coffee as he had for dick. Half of the dragon's supplies seemed to go to him, though he generally didn't begrudge him it. Reception was never the easiest job.

Still, the little feral hurried off before the green and yellow lizard could finish downing the third cup. He didn't need to lose more of his product before he had delivered it to the others on the bottom floor.

The hallway from the lobby eventually led to the main broadcasting studio, but there were a lot of stops on the way. A lot of the reporters and other staff members tended to live on-site if they were having money problems or just wanted to save some cash, and once you were past the interview rooms adjacent to the lobby, a lot of the ground-floor rooms were dedicated to that. A group dorm took up about five rooms, a group shower another two. A gym for the employees was took up nearly four more rooms worth of space, and the rec room -

"Hey, Coffee!"

The familiar voice of a certain vixen caught his attention right off the bat. He turned with a smile, hobbling over to the arctic fox in the middle of the room. She hopped down from the table, patting him on the head and rubbing under his chin, her blue hair running down her shoulders.

"Oh, who's a good little coffee dragon? Who's a good coffee dragon? Is it you? Is it you?"

He nodded enthusiastically, giggling the whole time as his face and cheeks were rubbed. It was something that Anya always did around the studio; any feral got a full petting as soon as she caught sight of it, no matter what kind of dignity loss that involved.

He didn't mind, personally. It was nice to be petted.

The dragon started handing out coffee as soon as she stopped, passing it to the men and women that were rapidly gathering around the table. He recognized a number of them as reporters, others as techs. He spotted a rottweiler that was ostensibly from a city called Novus Ager, seemingly an informant to the head of the station and a source of all sorts of news. Somewhere in there was a tigress, too, though where she was hiding -

"Ah, there is."

He jumped as the booming Russian accent caught him by surprise. He would have whipped around, but he was better mannered than that. Still, it took some effort to stay still while a white-furred tigress was reaching over his back, grabbing two cups of coffee and grunting to herself. It was even more unnerving to have those little mechanical spiders of hers running all over the place, particularly the ones that ran up his hind legs and started adjusting his inventory.

Come on, I had it the way I liked it...

Still, at least they were helpful for one thing. They adjusted the cups on his back, rebalancing them so that they weren't all on one side or another, and they buffed out his scales from any spilled coffee from earlier. Coffee Minion could thank them for that.

The tigress was sipping her morning brew as the spiders came back to her, and she squatted down, looking Coffee Minion right in the eye. It was a little unnerving, as it always was.

"You doing good?"

He nodded.

"Keeping busy?"

He nodded again.

"Need cybernetic limbs yet?"

He rapidly shook his head. Very, very rapidly.

"Darn. Still too smart to fall for that. Well, back to drawing board."

Coffee Minion shivered as the tigress walked off. She was one of those brilliant folks that the dragon kept around, her tweaks to the sound system and the camera equipment more than sufficient to earn her a massive paycheck for the effects that they got out of them, but damn, she was terrifying. He swore that she planned on mechanizing the entire cast, sometimes. Not just replacing them with machines, but turning them into machines.

"So, Coffee?"

He hmmed, turning back to Anya. She blushed, shifting from one foot to another.

"I don't suppose you have some tea for me? That, uh, special tea?"

Coffee Minion arched an eyebrow.

"Sorry. I just was hoping that it had come in. Maybe next time."

Shrugging as best a feral could, he left the room. It wasn't until he was out in the halls again that he realized what she meant, and he would have slapped himself if he didn't need both forepaws for balance.

Right, that special tea. Comes in tomorrow; will have to remember.

Coffee Minion didn't usually make tea, but he did take requests. Anya had made a very special one, something about an aphrodisiac tea to share with her boyfriend. Considering that her boyfriend was the owner of the studio, and a very potent dragon in his own right, the little feral had needed to put in a very special order of his own. He'd have to remember to have that ready tomorrow. He didn't want to let anyone down.

That done, he made his way down the hall to the sound check rooms. A badger and a lion were arguing with each other, as usual. The older badger and the younger feline were not quite at blows with each other, but they kept moving dials and buttons and sliders up and down on the sound board, creating a hundred different tunes that didn't really work for each other.

"I told you, crank the bass up," the lion said. "If you don't have that as high as you can get it, then it sounds tinny on the new sets."

"Yeah? Well, if you turn that up, all you get is static on the older ones. Not to mention that it burns out all the other sound effects that we're going for."

The badger adjusted an entire row of sliders, while the lion was already twisting other dials to get the sounds he wanted. Coffee Minion shook his head, dropping off another few drinks, and left before he could get drawn into the debate.

The main broadcasting studio was empty, which wasn't too surprising. It was a few days before the next broadcast was due to be done, anyway, so most people were probably making good on relaxation time. He would be doing the same if he wasn't delivering the goods to everyone.

He was just about to walk to one of the attached towers to the broadcasting studio when a pair of dragons appeared. One was dark as shadow, and the other had a pair of wings that seemed to reflect the night sky, if one could reflect things when it wasn't about. They grinned at him, each taking a coffee cup.

"Hey there, Minion," the star-winged one said. "You heading up to the boss's office soon?"

He nodded. That was his next stop.

"Good. Then you can take this for us."

The star-winged one - named Necross, he remembered from previous visits - handed him a little pill. He looked at it, staring cross-eyed at it as it rested on his muzzle. The other dragon - Kage Ryuukin - chuckled.

"It's nothing bad. Just something to get him all riled up. You know how he can get."

"Heh, and we want to see what he'll do. Whether he'll go hump Anya, or if he'll start looking for cock. We've got a bet going on."

Coffee Minion nodded. He could understand that sort of thing. Most of the employees wouldn't do something like that to their boss, but neither of these dragons were employees. They were friends, if one could call them that. Fuck-friends, too, from what the little green feral had heard in the past.

Hoping for Anya's sake - and all the scritching that she gave him - that the boss would want her, the little feral made his way across the broadcasting room to the left-hand tower, and the elevator inside.

It didn't take long to get to the top floor, and unlike some of the other parts of the studio, it was a direct connection from elevator to office. The sliding doors opened, revealing the black dragon that owned the whole of Dragon News Network.

White eyes turned to face him, and the black dragon attached to them smiled.

"Good to see you, Coffee. Do you have anything for me today? Besides coffee, of course."

The little feral nodded, reaching just under his platform of coffee cups to pull out a couple of papers. He used his tail to hold them in a coil, and carried them over to the other dragon's desk, plopping them down happily and proudly.

As Draconicon started perusing them, Coffee Minion considered the little pill that he had been given. He could just drop it into the last remaining coffee now, but he doubted that he would be able to get away with a prank like this. It would probably get him caught, and possibly piss off the boss.

Then again, it would be kinda funny to see Draconicon get all horny and stuff. He had seen the way that the big black dragon hammered his employees when he was feeling all dommy, and he had often wondered what it would be like to have his throat crammed full of that thick, black cock. He licked his lips, waiting until his boss was busy.

As soon as Draconicon had his eyes locked on the reports, Coffee Minion struck. He pulled the lid off the last coffee cup and dropped the pill in. It instantly dissolved, and he was just starting to put the lid back on when the black dragon looked up again.

"Hmm? Something the matter?"

Thinking quickly, Coffee Minion pointed towards the cup with his tail, and then the little fridge that the black dragon kept by the desk. It took a moment for the boss to get it, but eventually, he chuckled.

"Trying to get the lid off for milk, huh?"

Coffee Minion nodded.

"Alright. Just put it up here, and I'll get it in a minute."

Nodding, the feral did as he was instructed, then sat down, getting comfortable as he waited for the boss to read the reports.

"Hmmm...a few losses in production...the author taking his time to get the last few things put together and formatted right. At least the patreon production is back on schedule...Oh, and we have something from Gunter. A new magic artifact in Novus Ager that we'll have to pick up later."

Coffee Minion cocked his head to the side, and the dragon chuckled.

"Oh, just something else that instills lust. You know how it goes. It's one of those things that broadcasts over video, too, so we can probably get it to bump our ratings up a bit. Get people horny while watching, nobody really pays attention to whether it's a good show or not. They just want to get off."

Minion nodded slowly, thinking that he got it. Horny people were stupid people. Hell, he was a perfect example of that. He was almost always horny, and when he was horny, he wasn't thinking of anything but humping and sucking.

And he was getting to that point right then, for that matter. He looked at the dragon's cup of coffee pointedly, trying to remind Draconicon that it was there, but the white-eyed dragon kept reading the reports instead.

Come oooooon, you wanna drink the coffee. Drink the coffee and get horny so I can see what you'll do.

He grumped, shifting his weight from side to side as his cock started to slide out from between his legs, slowly getting harder as he waited. The anticipation was just about killing him. It couldn't take this long.

Draconicon, however, did. The steam stopped coming off the coffee by the time that the papers were put to the side, and he knew that the dragon was going to microwave it, probably taking even more time. Coffee Minion shook his head as the black dragon stood up, and even the sight of the swaying cock between his employer's legs - big, heavy, and fat - didn't do anything to soothe his annoyance.

"You know, Coffee, you're a great employee," Draconicon said, shutting the microwave and starting it up. "You should probably get a raise, one of these days."

He nodded his thanks, but his attention was all on the microwave, mentally hurrying it on and on, trying to get it to speed up with the nonexistent powers of his mind.

"You're an incredible little helper, always getting your work done on time, always pushing yourself to give us the very best. I swear, there's days where I think we wouldn't get anything done without you on the front lines, getting us coffee the way that the old supply masters got people bullets."

Finish warming up the coffee and drink the dang thing!

Ding.

The microwave was done, the black dragon took the coffee out. Big, bare, slippery-looking feet carried the dragon back to his desk, and he sat down on it, looking down at Coffee Minion without any shift in his smile.

"I think you could do with a promotion. Would you like to have something kinky to do when you're done with giving people coffee?"

Coffee Minion nodded.

"I thought you might. How about...chief cock sucker? I think you like fellating people quite a bit."

He smiled, nodding his head happily. Draconicon smiled back.

"Good."

The black dragon lowered the cup, holding it just under his dick before dunking the head in the hot coffee. Coffee Minion knew that it wouldn't hurt - dragons were immune to such low heats - but he stared anyway, blinking twice.

"You can start with sucking mine. And just for the hell of it, why don't I let you have the drugged coffee for a flavored lube? My girlfriend could use a slick cock to play with."

How?

"Don't start thinking I miss things just because I stay up here. I have security cameras for a reason, after all."

Draconicon laughed, dunking his dick like a donut before putting the coffee cup off to the side, tapping the dripping shaft against Coffee Minion's cheek.

"So? How about you get to - mmmph!"

The black dragon groaned almost instantly as the little green feral downed the dick. It wasn't quite how he wanted to suck up to his boss, but it would work. Hell, if it was this tasty now, he wondered how it would be when it was nice and hard, dripping with musk for him...

The End