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Looming above the young colt was one of many office buildings. Certainly, they were all dull, gray, somewhat droll in their similarities. Ah, but this one was different-- it had a tinge of blue to it. And a doorman.

Cody's head craned to the sky, gazing up at the very top of this towering skyscraper. It had to be at least fifty stories, maybe more. The same type of crowd that existed on the subway before now swirled around him, a river of anger, requests, tardiness and professionalism. To his back, the river of fuzz and hide went left, and to his front, it went right. Nobody cared that this youth was wearing his sister's clothing-- but as far as they were concerned, they had no reason to. He was a girl, for all they knew.

Cody approached the tall, glass door, the likes of which mimicked a mirror due to the hazy day. Atop the muggy months of summer, Zeus found it appropriate (and perhaps even amusing) to throw haze into the mix. Mid-level clouds hung over the metropolis like a cotton blanket punctured by rectangular pegs.

"Ma'am," the Yorkshire addressed Cody with a nod of his head, a smile on his mustache-like muzzle.

"Oh, uh... hi," the youngster remarked. He collected himself and gazed at his card. "I'm, um... looking for a Mister Connubium."

The Yorkshire doorman chuckled. "Con-yoo-bium."

"Oh." Cody nodded.

The doorman chuckled again. "It would be rather improper for you to not know your own boss's name, young one." Cody gave the man a perplexed look, to which he responded by giving that warm smile elder dogs like himself could only give. "Just a tip, lass. Thirty-fourth floor. Go straight down the hallway and go to the last elevator. It's an express. It'll take you right to his firm."

Cody gave the man a sweet, effeminate smile and a similarly girlish nod, then trotted down to the elevator shafts. It was quick to arrive, and just the same, Cody was quick to bounce right in.

"Old Man," the Yorkshire mumbled to himself in a simultaneously amused and disappointed tone. "You'll never land a lass like that. So y'shouldn't be thinkin' 'bout 'em." The Yorkshire perked his ears and tipped his hat to the round pigeon stomping through, donning the Hoi-Polloi-est of attire. He smiled.

"Eggs comin' soon, ma'am?"

Oh, he got the deadliest of looks for that!

* * *

The elevator opened to a beautiful, goldish palace of litigiousness. As Cody stepped out of the elevator, elegant muzak hit his ears, soothing and caressing his triangular listeners. Just outside the shafts existed a large desk, a giraffe at its helm. Her neck curled downward, underneath the view at the top, her appearance in turn looking to be the support of a bridge. This confused the colt.

Taking note of the slam of the elevator doors, the giraffe twitched.

"Oh!" she gleamed in a soft yet stereotypical secretary sound. She smiled, uncurled that long neck of hers and gazed down at the boy. He went a little wide-eyed. Her head nearly reached the ceiling.

She laughed. "Oh, girl, I'm so sorry-- I don't mean to scare ya. I know, lotsa people aren't used to giraffes in the big city," she wrote off with a chuckle. A spiteful chuckle-- though not directed at Cody. "But, yeah, here I am. What can I help ya with?"

"Oh, um, Mister Con-- Con-yoo-bium."

"Oh, yes! You must be the Summer intern. He told me all about you," she chimed excitedly. "He was so excited to know that a pretty girl he randomly met on the subway was so interested in law! Oh, I wish I had lived in the big city when I was your age. So much to do. Not like the Savannah where my parents are from."

She started drifting into a passive-aggressively bitter diatribe before Cody cut her off politely.

"Oh, jeez, I'm so sorry, I do that sometimes. I just talk, talk, talk! Ha ha ha. Ha. He's over there. Third door."

Cody glanced over, only to be distracted by the positively shiny nature of the tiles at his feet. He followed the reflective trail until his eyes met his feet. Underneath, he could already see the bulge forming in his panties, the sight making him blush suddenly.

"You don't have to pronounce the yoo by the way," the giraffe noted.

"I-- What?"

"I mean, yeah, that's how you pronounce Mr. Connubium's name, but jeez, the accent ain't on the yoo like that!" she laughed out. "It just sounds silly."

Cody blushed. "Oh, um, I'm sorry, I didn't--"

"Oh, hush, girl. You fillies are so darn shy sometimes. Just relax a bit. Get comfortable." Cody blushed even more. The giraffe fought the urge to roll her eyes. Teenagers just didn't have any tact.

"Third door, hon," she beamed. Cody nodded, quickly getting on his way before he wound up exposing himself to the receptionist. He made his way over to Malum's door, opened it, and quietly shut it behind him.

"Something about that girl." The giraffe squinted. "Who stained her--" The high-pitched pulsing of the phone beneath her snapped her out of her investigation.

"Oh, sssshit," she mumbled, regaining herself, realigning her headset and pressing the accept call button. "Law Offices of Connubium and Pul-Mun, how can I help you?"

The door latched closed behind Cody. Malum hadn't noticed.

"Charley, the crux of the case-- yes, I know your name is Charles, that's not the-- oh for god's sake, don't get your panties in a bunch just because I called you Charley, it's not like I'm sayin' you're twelve years old, it's a friendly version of your name for cryin' out loud!" He laughed off his client's offense.

"Shut up for a sec. Listen. I think we just need a new strategy, I'll figure it out. ... No, you won't lose any money, trust me. I've got you covered. There's so many loopholes in these stock laws, you've got no idea, man!"

The white dragon's eyes drifted over to the youth who just entered. A wide grin rolled across his face. He was happy video phones had yet to be a popular thing.

"Hey, Charley, I've gotta go, my interview's here, alright? ... Yeah, call me back in like an hour. ... Bye." He hung up the phone.

"I, um, didn't agree to an intervi-- OH!" Cody squeaked as the dragon's front was suddenly pressed flush to his own.

"Mmmn, no, you didn't, filly, you sure didn't," Salum hissed into the colt's ear, the tone of professionalism completely neglected for lecherous lust. The youth's body was pinned firmly to the door, his birth-bearing backside grinding against the wooden frame.

"M-Mr. Connu--"

"Salum," he corrected in a hungry hiss, his hand slipping past that striped skirt and groping lusciously at those precious boy bits.

"S-s-salum, oooh," Cody whined, his toes clenching tightly in his sister's shoes as he was so lewdly molested by the same stranger who mounted him not an hour or so ago on the subway today.

"I want to make you an offer, filly," that same, lust-hungry sound resonated from Salum's vocal chords to Cody's girly-boy ears. "I want you to be my little intern here at the office, be the sexy stereotype I wish that giraffe was." Those panties were rudely tugged down to the youth's thighs, this time falling from his body and curling up at the floor. Salum wanted to get the boy hard, to grope him into submission, to make him beg for his touch and pleasure-- but he couldn't. The boy was erect.

"And you want to," he growled out with extreme content. His head snapped up, the white dragon's crimson eyes gazing down into Cody's luscious blue. The brown anti-stud stood panting, his thick-headed dick bobbing in the gentle grasp of the tranny-starved scalie.

"Mmmm..." Salum leaned forward and dragged the youth into a wanton kiss. Cody moaned out quietly, his eyes trembling closed as a forked tongue marched its way into his maw. The trembling hands of this pseudo-school-girl slowly lost their shake, and in turn, gained minds of their own, as the teen's effeminate hands grasped firmly at the already solid bulge protruding from Salum's groin.

The kiss broke.

"Yesssss..." an elongated hiss filled the room.

"I want to test you, filly," Salum crooned, his fingers running up to stroke along the soft mane atop Cody's head. "I want to test you. I want to see how well you work under pressure. I want to see how well that hot little mouth-hole of yours works. I want to feel that filly tongue on my dick as I'm entertaining clients, as I'm working cases. I want to see. I want to feel. You."

Cody felt drawn, and it was no wonder-- the repetition, the tone, the sexual demon pinning him to the wall... it was hypnotic. It was intoxicating.

The fillyboy nodded.

"We fuck on the subway on the way to my firm. You go down on me whenever I ask. You take off those..." Salum trembled with desire. "You take off those panties the moment you step into my office. I give you to clients and you do to them what you do to me, filly. Do you want this?"

The logical part of Cody's sex-addled mind was turned off. He was running on auto-pilot. So, of course, his desires made him cave, and in turn, he nodded with enthusiasm.

"Goooood," the drake rumbled out with a grin. A powerful hand grappled Cody's collar and pulled him along.

"Under the desk. When I sit down, you go down."

The colt elegantly scrambled under the oak, his body sneaking into the crawl-space hidden from those in front of it.

Salum sat down, donned his glasses, and picked up the various folders on his desk, inspecting them, reading the introductory cases his opponents put fourth in his various cases. Cody gazed longingly for what seemed like seconds at that nearly-bursting dragon dick. His girlish hands swept forward, deftly unzipping and yanking that hefty groin out from betwixt the scaled legs of his desires. Now that he wasn't on a shaky subway train, it was much easier to get his purchase.

"Good filly," Salum mumbled a whisper approvingly.

The youth's hands grappled the shapely, spear-like draconic length in his palms, the muscular member already drooling with hunger for an earth-shattering climax. Cody's eyes went wide. It had to be at least ten inches long! And about two-and-a-half thick-- he couldn't get his whole hand around the thing. He shuddered.

"I'm dreaming," the youth whispered to himself. He then cried out loudly, the hundred-dollar socks donning the dragon's talons slowly grinding up and down the meaty underside of his own meager length.

"It's real," the dragon hissed back at the boy.

Shuddering, his body completely shattered back into the real world, Cody focused on the task at hand-- pleasing his employer. He slowly scooted forward and opened that young, girly-boy muzzle nice and wide, and in one inching swoop, took that thick, black member into his lips and began to nurse.

Salum groaned out, his own toes clenching firmly around the mottled horse-cock at his feet, stroking the youth's length back and fourth between his toes, rewarding the boy for his amazing tongue. It was a non-stop cycle of gifting pleasure, the two pushing themselves further and further to their abilities to please. Cody kept those lips pursed firmly around the dragon's dick, guzzling every last inch with his lips sinking past the fly of those three-hundred dollar pants. The toes, lubed with slick filly-colt preseed stroked and worked every single inch of the brown-and-tan seven-inch boy-dick flush to his footpads. The boy bobbed. The dragon practically kicked.

"Salum, what the hell, is this even ethical?" Mr. Pul-Mun teased as he entered the door. Salum didn't miss a beat and just laughed while getting his dick wet. He didn't even look up from his case-files. Cody, however, stopped dead in his tracks.

Don't you dare stop, filly, Salum echoed in the boy's head. Don't you dare stop sucking my cock.

"About as ethical as our clients, Mu."

Cody shuddered and moaned loudly around the thick dragon dick nested in his throat, the youth so wildly turned on he prematurely orgasmed all over those ridiculously expensive socks.

Good boy.

"Very true," Mu mumbled, the black, eyeglass-donning house cat mumbled as he scrolled through the case file, leaning against the doorway.

Cody was working the meaty dragon dick like the girl he was, his hands stroking over the underside like a high-price whore, his tongue swirling around like a high-school slut three to four years his senior. He bobbed and twisted, he probed and prodded, using every last skill he knew how to do, swallowing every single rivulet of preseed blasting off at the pulse of Salum's heartbeat.

"Oh, yeah! Don't worry about the Gecko case," Mu mumbled. Salum, in turn looked up from his folders, the thrusting of his hips into the filly's muzzle beneath his desk completely hidden by the top of the oak. "It's open-and-shut. Mistrial. I'll give you the details later, I've gotta make a call." Mu walked out and closed the door.

The second that large oaken barrier was latched, the dragon let out a loud moan of pleasure, his whole body suddenly trembling and twitching. Everything he was holding back to keep his cool flooded out from his body, a torrent of physical emotion brought on by the amazing underage tongue working his meaty girth.

"Fuck, filly, yes, yes!" Salum's chair flew from behind him, tapping the floor-to-ceiling window and lazily rolling away. He yanked his shaft out from that amazing muzzle and stroked furiously.

"My fucking filly!" he snarled while painting Cody's effeminate face with thick streams of creamy semen. Cody howled out a moan, paws instinctively tugging at the dangling balls hanging outside the white dragon's fly, pulling them from sucking into the male's body, elongating the orgasm to gain more of the lawyer's essence.

A minute flew buy, Cody's face practically turning tan from the mixture of cum and fur hanging on his muzzle. The two of them panted out loudly. Stains all over the underside of the desk. Though no one would notice-- stains from many prior sexual acts already existed neath the desk.

"Good filly," that lustful hiss returned, a loud groan of climactic release rolling from the glowing-white scalie's lips. "Mmmn, get out from under that desk, girl."

Like a dog dashing to its name, Cody crawled out from under the desk and stood. He was met with those same powerful palms cupping his neck, that same lecherous tongue lapping over his cum-addled face. The boy moaned again, limp in his captor's grasp.

"Mmmn, yessss filly, you start tomorrow, filly, same time you got in here. Do you remember when you got in here?"

Cody hesitated, but nodded.

"Good." When the licking ended, the deep kiss held as a post-climactic transition, the two of them engaged in a kiss most lovers would be worried to attempt. The boy's body rested against the desk, hips pressed elegantly to it, legs slowly lifting to wrap around Salum's hips. Salum, taken aback, broke the kiss, gazed down at the boy and laughed.

"You want me that bad?" Salum rumbled.

Cody just smiled in only the way a girlish youth like himself could. It was sly. It was sexy. It was inviting.

It was needy.

Cody didn't respond. He grabbed Salum by the collar and resumed the kiss.