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[I]“Welcome to Pokehealth! With each of you, we improve our world and the health of our fellow Poke citizens! You are a valued citizen who ensures the Health and Security of others! Do not consider yourself lesser! And as always, reach out to your local HR rep if you’re feeling down!”[/I]

With a sigh, he looked at the screen, which showed a stylized and gloomy Pikachu calling up his HR rep, talking to a Gardevoir before said Pikachu suddenly perk up and give a thumbs-up. Such silly advertising from the HR department, an old-school style, didn’t bode well with newer generations. At most, it looked cheesy; at worst, it looked forced.

And to Dialga, it looked like… A perfect mix of both. He grumbled, feeling his throat tightening and his voice box squashed as he slowly forced through the crowd to exit the tram within the campus. His blue tail swung before him, and his sizeable ass pushed against the smaller Lucario and Persian.

“Watch it, fat ass!” shouted one of the smaller Pokemon, nearly smacked by Dialga’s diamond tail.

“The small ones are here, too!”

Yet, Dialga had to get off, and the Tram stopped at the Insurance district where he worked. He gargled in an attempt to gather the attention of a Coalossal on his path. Then… through many efforts, Dialga finally squeezed himself through the door and slipped out in the open, right under the summer’s blazing sun. He glanced up and covered his red eyes as he focused on the buildings ahead of him. The insurance department was among the biggest and most disliked, yet it was at the center of the whole PokeHealth system. He sighed, scratching his neck… He readjusted the hospital mask covering his face as he advanced, still catching up newcomers glancing at the titanic Legendary.

It was expected. Long ago, the first of his kind had been said to have created Time itself. Meanwhile, the other lineage, the Palkias, was to have birthed Space. Such a cosmic farce, as if it was possible. Even if Dialga had some abilities over time, being able to speed himself and others, he couldn’t be the Master of Time others fancied when they saw his blue scales, the silvery growth along his legs, arms, and even face. Most of the time, newcomers didn’t notice his trimmed frontal plate over his brows, elongated forehead, or strong jaw. They were lost in their fantasies.

He tried to ignore them as he checked his white shirts, covering his bulging body, and tried to wipe the coffee stain that had remained despite all his efforts, as if he could remove the incrusted marks with mere hands. He also checked his pants before he heard a [I]Bip! [/I]From his watch. He glanced at it and saw the only notification from “Daddy”: “You’re late!”

Dialga’s eyes widened as he saw this and instantly strutted forward, taking longer steps towards the building. He checked in, his tail nervously swaying behind him, while two Heracross, two bettles-like brothers, checked his lanyard and ID.

“Is there a problem?” asked one of them, pointing at Dialga’s tail, which instantly stopped.

Dialga answered this question by shaking his head, even though it made… The contraction within his throat worse, as well as the stimuli.

“You’re late? You should know better, Dialga,” said the second with a smile while he returned the idea. “And get that throat checked. It’s getting worse.”

Instinctively, Dialga nearly reached for his throat, for his bulging skin… Before he stopped and nodded shyly, putting everything back before he passed the reception desk to enter the great hall.

His eyes lowered, and he tried to avoid any gazes as he strutted towards an elevator adapted to his size before he gulped down. More… And more. He had already eaten this morning; it felt like he had swallowed three on his way here. And then more.

[I]Bip!

[/I]“I’m putting you in the free access team. We’ll talk about catching up on your schedule.”

Again, one message from “Daddy” Dialga noticed, his throat tightening despite the released pressure. His eyes almost watered when reading it, the pressure building up. Then he glanced left, at another Pokemon. Palkia. Technically, they worked in a different department. The passive white and purple Pokemon looked similar as he carried a folder. But he, too, was wearing a hospital mask while fidgeting.

Technically, it was counterproductive. But Dialga made a small sign to get his counterpart’s attention before he reached for his phone and typed.

“Rough day? I’m about to be on free access,” wrote Dialga before showing it.

“Yes,” replied his interlocutor, using his phone, too. “We won a match against Galar. Everyone is hungover or horny.”

Dialga nodded at the remark… But also sighed. If everyone was hungover and horny… He knew it would be a hard day, and completing projects alongside being on the free-access would be a pain in the ass. But then, as he gargled a sigh, he glanced at the Palkia and his phone.

“Some will probably get injected. Good luck,” said the Palkia, nodding while his eyes expressed his compassion… Before he stepped out of the elevator, replaced by more employees. In the meantime, Dialga stayed, trying to ignore what was happening as the pressure in his throat returned and… He gagged a bit.

He tried to muffle it, placing a hand on his throat as he felt the bulge go up and down, titillating his esophagus while liquid dripped, filling his stomach. He was soon on his fifth meal, yet he hadn’t even stepped into the office.

He waddled the best he could through the cubicle farm of analysts, trying to make himself look smaller than he was and minding his tail. He was late; if his previous boss saw him, he-

“Dialga!”

The enraged cry sent shivers down the Legendary Pokemon’s spine, his tail nearly lifting and smacking one of the cubicle walls before he turned, twisted… And noticed the smallish Tyrantrum looking up at him. With his little star atop his head, beard, and fur all over his neck, Dialga’s previous boss looked a bit regal and aged. However, anyone who had worked under him knew he was quite a bastard and one who didn’t use any perfume to cover his smell, even during the rut.

Which was the case, his reptilian musk sticking to him and explaining the scowl he possessed at that moment beyond Dialga’s lateness. It was strong enough that Dialga almost foretasted in his mouth, free for a second. But then… Tyrantrum snapped and beckoned his former employee to follow.

“I don’t care if you’re under special jurisdiction from the higher-ups. You must follow my orders as long as you work within my department! And this includes assiduity!” shouted the smaller Male, stomping around while the cubicle farm suddenly stirred to life and Pokemon of all types tried to look at the current browbeating. But as soon as their boss looked in their direction, they hid away.

“I am sorry. I had an issue with the tram on the way here. I shouldn’t happen again,” typed Dialga before showing the screen to his boss. Saying it was “an issue” was an understatement. But still. It didn’t seem to please his former boss.

“Yeah, yeah. Same excuse for y’all legendaries once you get into the higher-ups’ focus. What was it? Metro accident? Doors stuck? What is this, this time?”

Dialga’s cheeks turned red as he was… reminded. Of that enormous cock pushing through his depths, forcing him to stay seated. Even then, people seemed to have noticed the bulge forming beneath his clothes and moving up and down. Maybe even the cockhead, its shape, as it plunged so high the Legendary came. Thrice. Thrice. By the end, a controller had to smack Dialga to get his attention when asking for his ID. But… Even then, the high was there, and Dialga’s ass had been…

“No answer? I thought so,” grumbled Tyrantrum as he strutted through a corridor, Dialga in tow. On the way, Dialga saw a curvy and fat-assed Lugia strut around and… Well, wear a mask, too. However, he didn’t dare to look at Dialga; maybe he was a newbie at it.

“Damned Legendaries, always catching that Pokerus. Where w- Here!” said Tyrantrum as he knocked at a door. One Dialga knew too well: the “Relaxation room.” Not that he had stepped in it; he had been sniffy and avoided it before.

He sighed, hoping for it to be occupied, but no. The door was open; nobody was inside.

And Tyrantrum forced Dialga to tag along as they entered the relaxation room. On one side was a sofa with a few vending machines, the whole side having that dubious aura of a break room around which Management would stick around ‘til the end of the day. But the other was… Well. The wall.

A wall with many a ring placed at different levels, with a stool on the side to help the smallest Pokemons. Each of these rings shuns like a lightbulb. However, they were cold to the touch, and within them were… holes.

Portals.

Each ring, almost twenty, led to a different spot. But from the cum dripping from the rings, the musk hanging in the air, and the “fleshy” spots beyond the portals, none could ignore the nature of the “Relaxation” here.

Not even Dialga, as he heard his previous boss drag a stool and climb on it, placing himself against a hole that was cum-glazed. From a glance, it seemed that was a mouth as one could see a tongue wagging and moving, and teeth left and right.

“Hrmph! I hate you all, Legendaries. Ever since our CEO started that support program for y’all, you’re coming and going in my department and others, smearing shit, and then moving up. It’s not fair, and I’m tired of saying it is!”

Tyrantrum’s groans might have been true… If it was all the truth. But Dialga knew. He knew as he watched his former Boss pull on his belt and undo it. He removed it and threw it down before he grabbed his jockstrap. Already were Dialga’s eyes watering from the pungent and powerful musk coming from the old man. Even if he took a shower every hour, it would still keep that strong smell. That guy… Well, he was quite lazy. Not a slob, but lazy.

“Every time, I’ve got my guys asking about their promotions and stuff. And every time, I have to tell a Legendary passed them over. You’re working slow; you’re barely listening to meetings, and… Fuck. HR is going crazy over those incidents! If you’re so pent-up, use a Relaxation room, idiots!”

Dialga’s eyes tried not to widen as he watched his boss's impressive cock. Almost as big as his arm, with a pink bulbous cockhead glimmering with precum and potentially more. The smell was raw, especially as he pulled down that foreskin, spreading and smearing that precum all over the skin before giving it a few strokes, ensuring its rigidity and… Erection.

“I am doing my best, Sir. Even if I’m fast-tracked, I do-“

Dialga had been typing his answer, trying to get his word out. But… His eyes widened. His fingers stopped, his mouth… Watered as he sensed that pungent precum drip on his tongue. He sensed it, the wide bulbous cockhead pressing against his soft tongue. He sensed the urethra widening while a jet of hot precum hit the back of his throat.

“Ah! Yes! That’s a good bitch! See! That’s why we’re paying those whores for! To be fucked by all the company! Why don’t you use them, too?”

That would be a fair question as it was accepted and commonly admitted that rutting Pokemons used those holes that were sweet, prepared, and… yearning.

However, Dialga couldn’t answer. His fingers were fixated on his phone while he glanced up, watching his former Boss groan and moan, his groin inching closer to the ring’s edge. His tail swayed behind him, giving away his delight as much as the musky, stinky, and sticky precum flowed into Dialga’s mouth. Worse, as the odor spread around the ring and his mouth, Dialga could only breathe from his boss’ musky groin. His scent was so acrid and strong that he had to fight against the need to grimace and shake his muzzle.

And yet. His tongue was sparkling with a newfound pleasure and taste. Precum. Cock. Skin. Sweat. Piss. His mind was overflowed by the potent aroma spreading and smearing over his gustative and prehensile tongue. It danced, pressed, rolled… It edged Tyrantrum’s dick and pushed him to go further, to… Go… Further.

“HRMPH! What a hungry whore! You should take that hole once I’m done!” laughed the Tyrantrum, smacking the wall. “Probably another Ditto bitch enjoying some big D. Don’t worry, I’ll be back for you!”

Dialga couldn’t answer. He gargled and instantly repressed that sound, his hand covering his throat. Happily enough, his former Boss didn’t seem to care. And had not noticed Dialga’s bulging throat. Instead, he was too focused on pumping back and forth that dick, ignoring how his former subordinate was suddenly choking and gargling, his throat bulging with a shape that was oddly phallic.

But that was Tyrantrum. A bastard. A pervert. A lazy stinky ass is trying to compete with Legendaries with a few temper tantrums. And someone whose dick tasted… Good. So good Dialga’s eyes started to roll, his mouth to water, his tongue to coil and taste his former Boss’s cock again and again. He slurped the sweat over it, the precum from that urethra whenever he pulled back… And… With a moan, he tried not to overthink about it.

If he were caught, it would be too much. But it wouldn’t be too bad to become Tyrantrum’s personal cocksucker. After all, he had probably sucked half of the crew in the office already.

Wouldn’t it be too bad? To have his head stuffed between his former Boss’s legs, sniffing his perfume until his nose go numb. Yes, Tyrantrum had a family and a few children already. But it wouldn’t hurt. It wouldn’t be too bad to be his bitch, to have that thick veiny cock push within his throat, again and again… To sniff his balls day and night until everything tasted like Tyrantrum. To even become his personal urinal if he so wishes. His piss must be salty and maybe stinky, but it would be good, right?

So good to be someone else’s toy… To have his rough clawed hand on the head, to have him facefuck that mouth until the lips can’t barely close anymore. To… Feel that bulbous tip hammer the uvula to the point of nearly gagging and yet not giving in.

Dialga’s eyelids remained closed as he felt hard and rigid, excited even. All just in front of his former Boss who remained unaware of what was happening to the Legendary. Would he get it? Would he understand?

It didn’t seem so as Dialga kept clenching his eyes, feeling his former Boss picking up the pace. It was getting harder to control his throat and reflexes. He gagged, he breathed through his nose, he pushed against the need to throw up and… Cum.

Tyrantrum came like a faucet. He came, filling Dialga’s mouth with so much fluid the Legendary had to swallow it down with discreet gulps. One after another, he tried not to let it spill, or it would drip into his medical mask. He swallowed, feeling what was his sixth meal of the day in his stomach, weighing it down and making it bloat.

He felt heavier… He even heard a button pop from his shirt. But he was too tired, too excited, too numb to care. His former Boss had stuffed him, and it was with glazed-over eyes that he saw the tiny Reptile jump off his stool and get closer to Dialga.

“Where were we? Ah! Yes! Your excuses! Fuck, that mouth was so good! I’ll have to use it day and night! Even better than my wife!” chuckled Tyrantrum, approaching Dialga and smacking his ass. “You should, too! Ah well, I’ll let you off for this time. But it’s the last chance you’ve got!”

The last chance… Dialga wasn’t so certain as the high from the instant dropped. He looked before him and glanced at those rings, those portals.

[I]SLAM!

[/I]He jumped at the sound of the door closing behind him. His heartbeat had reached an all-time high as he approached the portals. He had gotten excited, but maybe it wasn’t too much. Maybe… He could still get a chance to get his promotion. It was just a test.

He thought so and tried to convince himself he had made no mistake. Yet, as he approached his fingers from the portal Tyrantrum had used, he saw the cum dripping from that side. Tyrantrum had cum so much, some of it had dropped on the exterior.

It was warm, steamy, and sticky. It dripped slowly as Dialga approached it with his index finger and collected it: it was dense, like goo or honey. He slowly rubbed it between his fingers before he watched his mouth through the portal. His tongue was almost repainted white, his teeth clean, and his palate a bit red from the abuse.

He watched his own mouth… And slipped the two cum-covered fingers inside. He tasted it and sampled the salty and sticky fluid. Why… Why was he excited about that old pervert now?

Before his attempt at a promotion, and getting sidetracked to the portal program as a test, he wanted nothing but to leave that guy behind. To let him rot, him and his stuffy attitude. Tyrantrum always talked bad behind him, calling him a sniffy Legendary or an arrogant slut. They often came head to head, fighting over details. But it wasn’t… The case anymore.

Slowly, Dialga licked the cum from his fingers, gulping it down and adding it to the flow stuffing his guts. He felt… So heavy.

He was about to collect another droplet when he heard a notification from his watch, a simple one that caught his attention enough for him to glance and his eyes to widen out of fear.

“You failed.”

He… Didn’t fail? It was only a small mistake; Dialga’s eyes frantically looked as he removed his finger from the ring and… It instantly shut down. He nearly cried out in surprise.

But did when another ring appeared beneath his feet, and he fell… Right on a red carpet.

Even with his large ass cushioning the fall, it left him sore and in pain as he slowly rose up to his feet, using his hands, and… He looked around.

The room was familiar with its wooden panels on either side, giving it the appearance of a hall with the roof light above, but through an unknown way, said the light wasn’t blinding even when Dialga’s eyes darted up at the sun. He observed it, then heard the little scribbling of a pen dancing on paper. He turned his head away, looking at the double door leading to where he was, though he rarely employed it and neither that place’s owner.

“Ahem,” interrupted a gruff voice, stopping Dialga’s attempt to recompose himself. The Legendary’s hands were still shaking, and so were his feet. Yet, he turned his head towards the room’s owner. Hoopa.

Gruff, brutal, and efficient; Dialga had heard all the rumors about the company’s current CEO and had talked with him before. Enough not to be impressed by the towering Pokemon filling different papers at once with the help of his separated and flying hands. His relatively predatory face, angular nose, elongated horns, and slightly fuzzy tied-down hair seemed to add to the imposing figure. But more than that were his little glasses on his nose as he checked stacks of paper after stack of paper when it wasn’t his computer that was amidst that dance of flying hands.

He seemed extremely focused, yet as Dialga approached, his eyes darted up and reminded the Legendary Pokemon how the CEO had eyes everywhere and knew about everything… Since it was he who had prepared, groomed Dialga for this ascension… And ultimately, failure.

“Well. For your review, you can remove your mask and even strip. I have deactivated your portals but one,” said Hoopa with relatively uncaring behavior while his hands returned to their dances. His voice was soft-spoken but low; it could be a thunder.

As for Dialga, he slowly reached for behind his head, undoing the mask’s straps until his mouth was exposed and he could breathe without it. After… maybe days, he was finally allowed to strut around with his mouth exposed, and well… He still felt the aroma of cum sticking to his tongue, having impregnated his entire palate.

“I… I only made a small mistake, Sir. It shouldn’t count. We shouldn’t come to this,” said Dialga with a meek attitude, looking up at Hoopa, who scoffed back.

“You had three chances. This was your last, now strip.”

Dialga’s face turned to a purplish shade from the rebuff, yet he complied while he stripped. His hands went over his shirt, undoing each button until his roundish pecs were exposed and his swollen belly bounced out, replete from all those ejaculations.

Then, it was the turn of Dialga’s shoes he kicked off. He then leaned and tried to remove his socks, and through many grunts, which Hoopa ignored, the Legendary managed to pull them off. Then… Was the belt.

With a sight, Dialga reached for his buckle. He could try to run, to flee, but it wouldn’t do any good, so he undid the belt and pulled everything down.

There… Naked. Exposed. Bare. Revealed before the CEO.

Yet, showing nothing but a firm and plump ass beneath his tail. Blue like most of his scales, his rump had been thoroughly used through the portals, and some cum leaked from between, right onto the red carpet. The liquid was of many origins, white and sticky. Tacky, so dense it splattered in a little mount before spreading while the poor Dialga was… Ashamed.

He looked down and saw the ring between his legs, where his Pokehood would be.

Without it, there was only that ring with a dark substance in the middle of it… It was the sole part Hoopa hadn’t deactivated; therefore, it was Dialga's primary focus. He sighed, hearing a motor's whir, and looked up to his boss.

The dance of papers and computers had stopped, and the large CEO stood up, his massive body moving while his six hands flew near him, near where his arms would be. He walked, wearing a black suit purple fitted to accommodate his morphology. His glasses were gone, and with a small sign, he beckoned Dialga to follow and approach the nearest wooden panel as it retracted, instead to reveal something behind.

In a small alcove were… Six rings. Six portals from which sprouted different Pokehoods. Black and red with hints of gold, purple and white, blue and white, blue and black, gray and black, blue and gray with hints of gold.

Under were names: Giratina, Palkia, Dialga, Kyogre, Zekrom, Kyurem.

All were Legendaries, linked to some significant names within the deep past of the continent’s stories.

Moreover, under each were… Cross. With each added cross, their sizes and shapes dwindled.

Kyurem had none. Therefore, his cock was like a monster of flesh, heavily dangling from the portals like a mast. His testicles were like boulders whose scalie skin emitted wafts of masculine musk. On the opposite side, Giratina had three crosses and… What remained could be compared to a clitoris: barely reaching an inch, atop little testicles no bigger than Cheri berries.

It was… Shameful.

In the middle was Dialga, with two crosses beneath it. His… Genitals were a bit better. Before, he had prided himself on his enormous testicles, the size of boulders, and a proud uncut cock with a bulbous tip. But it was… A shadow of what it was. Instinctively, he reached for between his legs, finding nothing but the portal.

His nuts had shrunken, and the scrotum wrinkled from the loss of volume until it was a leathery skin bag around Oran berries-sized balls. But worse was his cock, so small… Barely four inches. He was red-faced when forced to witness his own… Downfall.

He swallowed the saliva in the back of his mouth.

“I told you this was your last chance, Dialga. Have you anything to excuse your failure?”

Failure… The Legendary looked down. It was only an erection… A little failure, he had gotten excited. Wouldn’t it be expected when he was fucked all day long by horny men and forced to suck them off?

Well, it wasn’t, not with Hoopa at the command. It was his way to order and weed out the failures from the potential Alphas. Legendaries weren’t excepted… No, the opposite even. Most of those “tests” only targeted the Legendaries in the company, fast-tracking them for a promotion as a white-collar. Unless… Unless they got excited during the whole test. Until they proved they were nothing but whores yearning for real males’ cock.

“… I. Don’t, sir,” mumbled Dialga as he looked at his cock, at the throb going through his shrunken Pokehood… And at the others, even Giratina, whose black, red, and gold cock suddenly spurted a waterlike fluid before it landed in the gutter below.

“Who was it? Or what was it?” asked Hoopa as one of his hands approached Dialga’s genitals, reaching for his testicles and… Pinching the wrinkled scrotum, pulling onto the skin until it was taut. It… Felt good, and Dialga’s eyes widened while his legs nearly dropped. His knees nearly hit one another.

“Well? Who was it, Dialga? So we know why you are here.”

“Tyrantrum,” finally admitted Dialga, feeling the hand going and massaging his balls… Fondling them. Enough for his cock to start to harden. Why did he have to be excited now? It would be bad. He… If he took another shot, he would be done for: his doctor confirmed it.

And yet, he saw another of Hoopa’s hands with that syringe stuffed with… Chemicals. Produced right by the company, only for that purpose, Hoopa had told him that.

“Tyrantrum? Your former Boss? If you had lasted a bit further, you would have outranked him. What happened, Dialga?” asked Hoopa, looking right into the Legendary’s eyes… until those eyes drifted, out of shame, on the… Syringe. It was so close.

“His scent and taste drove me crazy. He’s… Always producing a lot.”

With that said, Dialga saw another spurt of precum escape his cock. He shuddered, thinking how he had given up on… Everything. He shuddered some more, ashamed, while his cock throbbed at the smell of Tyrantrum. That masculine rutting smell.

“You desire him? What did you have in mind?”

“… I wanted to suck him off, even under his desk. To be… His. His urinal, too.”

“That’s good.”

Dialga’s widened at the sudden words. And widened some more when the cold metal stabbed his right testicle. A whine, pitiful and high-pitched, escaped his throat as he saw the hand press on the syringe’s back.

Followed the heat: the deviant and perverse hit, the mix of chemicals, compounds, and hormones. It… It had stabbed his nuts, and it would… Kill what remained of them.

“P-Please! Don’t!” cried Dialga, through a hint of resistance. The heat had already spread through his right testicles, and he sensed the numb follow along, but… he ultimately knew half of the syringe went in… And half of it remained prepared.

“That’s in your contract, Dialga. Nothing more to say. Unless you want people to know?” asked Hoopa, scoffing while patting the Legendary’s shoulders, forcing him to turn as the syringe was pulled away… Cleaned. And then, it was directed towards the left testicle. One left.

“P-Please! I… I don’t have children! I- I’m a legendary, I- I must keep up the lines! M-My family!” bawled Dialga, suddenly feeling the dread and shame hit him. He shouldn’t have accepted that offer. He had been too confident. He had failed once on his first day. He could have stopped by then but continued… Even through his second failure, he had grown addicted to the… To the abuse.

His eyes barely focused on the syringe, on the purple liquid slowly slipping in. Instead, he reached between his legs and dropped, his knees weak while his fingers tried to grasp and pull on the ring. He cried, a pathetic bawling escaping his mouth while he felt the heat suddenly invade and burn his scrotum away. No… Further, even his prostate. His ass, his entire waist. And further. He cried, feeling the metal being pulled and the little patch being applied on the wrinkled skin.

How long did he cry? How long did it take?

Well, it didn’t matter, as once Dialga’s cries stopped and his body was too exhausted to keep pulling on the ring, he looked up. Anguish distorted his face entirely, and his lips curled into shame. Above, Hoopa had that... perverse and mischievous grin while he stroked Dialga’s head, patting it.

“You know what happens, right?”

Dialga was too exhausted to answer in words. His throat hurt, and speaking was beyond him. He nodded, then, while the CEO chuckled.

Yes, the contract was clear; Dialga only had three options: To get his promotion, get demoted, or be fired. There was nothing else; he would be back in his previous department… Addicted to cocks, and yet, nothing but another failure in the system.

“You said, you wanted to be Tyrantrum’s urinals, right?” asked Hoopa, eliciting a pang of shame and guilt through Dialga’s chest. Such… He couldn’t face his family anymore, not even his father, after such a dirty thought.

“That’s good. He’s about to divorce his wife. And I don’t want one of my most efficient managers to remain unfocused.”

“W-What?” managed to articulate Dialga, his voice raspy from all the crying.

“He doesn’t have a secretary either. Maybe to be his secretary would be an adequate demotion, right, Dialga?”

“A.. A demotion?” Dialga asked, his voice still raw and quivering… He… No.

“A demotion. From now on, you will be Tyrantrum’s secretary.”

-

Tyrantrum strutted across the office, his office, his domain, with a grin plastered across his face. Anybody else would have guessed for the tyrannical and dinosaur-like Pokemon to be sour and angry. After all, he had been dealing with a nasty divorce everybody knew about, especially when his bitch of a wife had tagged everyone and everything in the company in an attempt to smear him.

Should he be huffing and grunting?

However, he wasn’t. His pace was calm, waving at Feraligatr and Lucario, two old timers who idly chatted near a box, coffee cups in hands.

“Hey, guys!” he said, smiling and smacking their shoulders, reaching up top, especially Feraligatr. “How was the match yesterday?”

From their confused expression, yes the two Pokemons weren’t expecting their boss to talk about the last Pokeblitz. Again, everyone expected him to go raving and ranting as much as possible.

“Uh. Great. We had something with the boys,” answered Feraligatr, switching the coffee hand while standing up and adjusting his posture. “Our team won, and we spent the night reviewing the big moments.”

“Pssh, especially that call-out from the referee. Nearly made us lose!”

“Hah! Right! But… Boss. You’re not watching Pokeblitz, are you?”

Tyrantrum listened, adjusted his tie then smiled at them, flashing his teeth while he leaned back.

“Hah! No. I was stuck in the office last night, too busy to go home.”

Instantly, the faces changed and from a surprised expression, Feraligatr and Lucario shared a conniving smile before it was Feraligatr, the blue and yellow crocodilian, who dared to speak his mind.

“Well, boss. You can tell us if you were too busy with your secretary! What a cutie!”

Tyrantrum’s face suddenly shifted, from relaxed to a soured and almost outraged expression. His eyes widened, his nostrils followed, his jaw clenched as he watched the two employees chuckle.

“Huff! I am not here to be questioned on what I do! Plus, we’re getting late! We need our sheets right away. Stop lollygagging!” he huffed, his fur puffing up in a sign of aggressivity.

“Aye, aye!” “Yes sir!” answered both employees in tandem, reaching for their temples like a military salute that was echoed across the office, beyond the separators. Luckily for the rest of the office, Tyrantrum was too small to look above the separators without going on his toes.

Hence, he merely shook his head and snapped at the two to rest before he continued on, almost ignoring the employees returning to their former occupation: idly chatting in the corridor.

But the old timer wasn’t thinking about them. About the poke… Did they know? Probably. If they spoke of it beyond the office, it could gp bad.

His new secretary? Well. Nowadays, he couldn’t dare to work without that presence at his side. It had been only six months since Dialga’s demotion. He expected the Legendary to be huffy and rogue, going beyond his back and nearly betraying him by exposing his secrets.

After all, Dialga had been quite the headstrong and aggressive Legendary, opposing and contesting every move Tyrantrum made. Hell, he even had put a nasty report that nearly got Tyrantrum fired…

But that was before the devotion. Nowadays, the meek and gentle Dialga was a boon, a soothing presence. Always with a genial smile, always a kind gesture, always a careful voice around him. Plus, the expertise in many domains?

He was already smiling and feeling in heavens as he reached for the glass door, opening it to find Dialga sitting on his Desk. The Legendary was… Always a sight for sore eyes.

Office-wear always brought the best from curves by clinging to the skin and Dialga was no different. Dialga’s lengthy arms were covered by sleeves down to the forearm, exposing his wrist and those painted nails in gold. That bust, heavy and slightly roundish, was properly squeezed by the fabric that gave the Legendary a slightly pudgy but buxom definition. Those hips, wide and breedable, were carefully covered by that tiny skirt that went up to half the thighs…

While the rest of the lengthy legs were covered by stockings leading to a discreet garter belt beneath the skirt… Yet, without concealing what was the pinnacle of Tyrantrum’s lust.

With that pose and sitting on the Desk, Dialga hid nothing from the smaller Pokemon, who chuckled yet closed the door behind him while heeding this morning’s details.

“Good morning, sir. I already sent your wife a message asking her to remove her latest slanders as they would be added to your case. She has read it, but nothing ha-”

[I]PING!

[/I]Dialga instantly looked at his watch before nodding.

“She removed it.”

A good news Tyrantrum took as he sighed and approached, passing a hand on Dialga’s right thigh. Those frilly stockings always drove him crazy… And he slowly slid his fingers, going higher and near the skirt… Then below.

“I have received the feedback for the other departments and prepared the drafts for the answers… You have three more- meetings this afternoon and. Nothing more,” moaned Dialga, the hand reaching beneath the skirt to find those… Small and covered genitals under the skirt. Dialga never wore underwear, unless specifically asked by Tyrantrum…

“Good girl,” he said, with a grin. As expected, he felt a throb appear under his index. Small, delicate, but a pulse he felt while stroking those round but tiny nuts… And that cocklet with such a phimosis it was hard to peel that foreskin off… But it gave it that delicious cutie look and contact Tyrantrum loved when he pinched that clitty between two fingers and pulled on it. Delicately.

“Am I?” was the Dialga’s sole retort, his voice higher pitched to meet with a feminine standard.

Everything in the Legendary had changed to meet that feminine standard, and it would soon be impossible to tell the difference. Maybe he also desired to change his gender? Nonetheless, Tyrantrum smiled and looked up. He looked up at those eager golden eyes, at those wide open nostrils, at that mouth split into a smile that spread that golden hue further. Definitely, that gold lipstick was an improvement.

“Yes, you are. Come and give me some love,” Tyrantrum answered, beckoning Dialga to jump off the desk with an index. He forced the Legendary to bend, bow… And finally, their heads were at the same level, their mouths pressing together… And their lips pressed together. Tyrantrum’s coffee breath met with the minty one Dialga always had, maybe from chewing gum before. Their tongues toyed and tied, their saliva joined. Yet, within that dance, Dialga was the meek and careful partner. That tongue didn’t probe or assault, it only answered to nudge or dared within known territory. Yet, with the way Dialga pressed against him, Tyrantrum guessed how eager and hungry the bitch was.

He replied in kind, nearly overpowering the Legendary while his fingers danced on Dialga’s blossoming breasts. He pressed against the mounds, feeling their welcoming and warm presence under his palm. He massaged and pressed them before he undid a set of buttons… And slipped his fingers within.

Without any complaint from Dialga, he kept massaging and exploring those soft shapes while they threw themselves at one another, barely giving themselves a second to get their breaths back. Then, their lips would meet again and that golden lipstick smear across Tyrantrum’s muzzle, marking him with Dialga’s love as he found one of those erect and pierced nipples, almost concealed by the bra, then pinched it.

“Hrmphh!” was the Legendary’s muffled cry. His flustered expression was as delightful as the closed eyes. “You’re… Too hard on me… Sir.”

“But you like it that way,” teased Tyrantrum back, yanking on the nipple and feeling his Secretary shudder under the touch… And yet, remain. “Slut.”

“So hard, sir. You’re mean to me. So mean,” continued Dialga with an almost… Pleading tone. Oh, being humiliated and talked dirty turned on that Legendary.

“Yes. Because you’ve been a bad girl before. A mean girl who didn’t know what’s best for the Legendaries.”

“I’m… Sorry, sir,” moaned Dialga, their lips departing and allowing Tyrantrum’s mouth to cover that wide neck with more kisses, feeeling the quickened breathing and the tension beneath the skin.

“You can be sorry now you got your nuts off. But it doesn’t excuse you. Say it again,” ordered Tyrantrum, smearing the golden lipstick over that neck and down, even pulling and nearly yanking the right breast from the bra to lick it and… Bite into it.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I was a mean girl, sir!” cried Dialga with a high-pitched voice, quivering and trembling while bite marks were left on that left breast before Tyrantrum seemed satisfied… And looked up.

He checked Dialga’s face, saw the utter pleasure drawn on it. As well as the drool dripping from that mouth. That bitch was already yearning for more and… Without any shame, he stepped back and undid his buckle.

“On all four. If you must give excuses, you must do it properly!”

He huffed and acted haughty… Though he knew. Tyrantrum knew it wouldn’t be an issue. Dialga would do anything to degrade himself as long as he was pleased. As long as he had access to his source of desire. And the old Pokemon didn’t wait to undo his buckle. He removed it while he watched the Legendary go on all fours with his head down, the forehead pressed against the ground while the arms spread.

“I am sorry! I have no excuses for my previous behavior! Please, pardon me, sir! I will do anything!” cried the Legendary in a dogeza, his body kept as low as possible.

A posture Dialga kept… One minute. Two… Three.

All the while, Tyrantrum took his time to open his pants and extract his sweaty and slightly dirty underwear… Then, he pulled it down, revealing his cock. Wide, with a wider cockhead… But more than that, it was the red skin, similar to his scales color, that was wondrous to the sight… And the golden kiss marks all over it. All gifts of Dialga from last night.

He had stayed up far too late, going to town into his secretary’s ass before he asked Dialga to clean him up, leaving all those marks over his sweaty and fuzzy testicles… And that cock, rigid. Alas, the lipstick had been smeared due to movements as well as the sweat.

But enough remained for it to be a token of affection for Tyrantrum. And shame for Dialga as Tyrantrum coughed to attract the Legendary’s attention.

“Open your mouth if you’re truly sorry,” he chuckled, daring his Bitch to open up. And well, Dialga did. That mouth opened wide, showing off that little golden bead at the tip of the tongue. It was just perfect to feel it when sucked off.

“P-ease!” shouted Dialga, his golden eyes focused on Tyrantrum, who… Sighed. Grunted… Before he emptied his bladder.

He had been keeping it since his arrival here. He had even gotten so far as to drink a few more cups from the water fountain before he came to the office. At that moment, he released that golden stream right into the Legendary’s mouth, letting the bitch appreciate the taste of sour and hot piss while he outstretched his back, feeling the relief and peace from his bladder and prostate as the pressure on both was relieved.

“Hrmphh. Go on. Drink it all!” chuckled Tyrantrum, his eyes going down to check on his secretary, who happily guzzled down that piss before the flow slowed… And stopped.

But no drop, no droplet, no tiny amount of piss had slipped out. Such dedication was delicious, as much as Dialga’s gentle smile as he stepped closer, stroking Dialga’s head.

“Clean me up. I know how you like it.”

It didn’t take much longer for Dialga to throw himself at that cock, licking, sucking, covering it with kisses. That bitch was eager and addicted, huffing and sniffing Tyrantrum’s sweaty pubes without a second thought. And the old Pokemon chuckled, stroking that head while feeling his cock pleasured and cleaned. He didn’t know why Dialga had been demoted to being his secretary. But ever since, his life had been much better. And he finally had a bitch who understood her position in life and didn’t oppose it.

He laughed, he sighed… He came. And as he forced on the Legendary’s head to push it away, he glanced at that delighted and lost expression. At that stupid grin and rolling eyes.

Yes. If Dialga were to leave, he would miss everything. The talent, the skill, the gentleness, the lust, the lips…

“You know what? Once the divorce is over… Let’s move together. I want to have my girlfriend all for me, H24,” he said… And by noticing Dialga’s earnest smile, Tyrantrum was certain he had made the right choice.