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Happens Every Time For Necross By Draconicon

Axel groaned as he pulled himself out of the car, the bat still not quite used to walking around in regular clothes again. After a full weekend of wearing a maximum of a leather thong for ease of access to his cock, it was hard to wear regular jeans and regular shirts again. It just felt...stifling.

_Guess we'll just have to get back to the resort sooner than later,_he thought with a chuckle, shaking his head as his father and their friend, Leo, got out of the car as well. They looked particularly different, though that was mostly because of the fact that they were wearing clothes at all. He'd gotten so used to seeing the chief of police and one of his officers in the nude that he'd almost forgotten that they usually wore this stuff.

In any case, he stretched out his arms a few times as he followed them up the stairs towards the station, still a bit tired.

"It's gonna be hard getting back to work, after all that."

"Don't worry, son. I'll give you an easy load for the first day back."

_Heh, like the load you gave me before we left the house?_He smirked to himself, but didn't bother saying it. Even with the hypnotic triggers, better not to mess with that stuff in public. It wasn't always a guarantee that he'd get someone he could quickly zonk out, after all.

Of course, he didn't have to. He was pretty sure that his father would remember it on some level, just like Leo had started to get used to the whole idea of being...subordinate...to another. The behaviors from their time at the resort had imprinted themselves on the personalities of both the older bat and the lion, making them walk with a bit more of a sway, and definitely with more consciousness of how their asses moved.

It was almost like looking at two muscular pendulums as he followed them up the stairs, though without the hypnotic effects.

What smile he had from the thought disappeared quickly as they walked through the front door. As soon as the wall of noise rolled over them, Axel had to turn his head, covering his ears from the sheer force of the volume. It was too late to stop the splitting headache that came with it, but at least he was still able to think, unlike his father who had to lean against the doorway to catch himself.

As their lion friend leaped into the mess, Axel watched with a shake of his head. Reception was utter chaos, and further in, it only looked worse. Criminals were shouting at the cops, the cops were shouting back, and there were some civilians that were getting in on the action as well. He could even see some fighting starting.

"Leo!"

The lion turned as Axel shouted.

"Intercom!"

He ran into reception with his hands over his ears, trying to keep the noise out as best he could. It was more difficult than he thought; big ears made for great locators, but it was damn hard to cover them properly when there was this much noise around. The station echoed, too, which made him dizzy with all the shapes it filled his brain with.

Leo was already at the front desk, flicking on the intercom. For a moment, the sound got so much worse as the microphone picked up everything and fed it back, and Axel groaned as he leaned forward.

"Frost Statue!"

...Silence.

He slowly pulled his hands down from his ringing ears, but the silence remained. He let out a long, slow sigh, shaking his head.

Every freaking time...

Beau Verndal, his father and chief of police, was the main glue that held the station together aside from him. It was why they so rarely went on vacations together; if they weren't around, things started to go off of the rails.

And this time had been a long weekend, nothing more. He shuddered to think of what would happen if they left for two weeks.

Still, at least the trigger still worked. Every officer, every second-time offender was completely frozen, their bodies locked in place from long-time exposure to the subliminals that he had put into the morning announcements every day. It was like looking at a time-freeze game, except that inanimate things could still be moved.

Leaving his father and Leo by the door, the headache-suffering bat walked through the station quickly, grumbling to himself. He quickly found his way to the holding cells, as well as to the crooks that were still getting sorted, and pulled them all into a line. That part was easy; they were frozen, but still willing to move on their own, after all. It was the next part that got a bit tricky, particularly with his head still a bit scrambled.

He had to wrack his mind for some of the specific trigger words that the different offenders were assigned, but he gradually found them. He got some pleasure from seeing big, buff thugs strip down - the couple of cheetahs found in the back were particularly nice, with long legs and rounded asses - but he couldn't dwell on them for too long. He went down the line, stripping down over three dozen criminals before getting them to their duties.

Which was, essentially, sending them under the desks of every cop and detective on duty. He didn't have as many as he liked, so some of the criminals had to do double duty, their ass under one desk and their mouth under the other, all of them on all fours with their legs spread wide and their mouth wide open.

He saved a dragon for his own office, sending him back there without a second thought, and sent a larger bull to his father's office. The others...

With the headache fading, he could take a good look at them all. Though the police were still in the middle of whatever they'd been doing when he shouted the trigger phrase, the criminals still made for a nice, sexy show. Their eyes were blanked out, and in the line of desks that the detectives used, he could see half a dozen open mouths, tongue lolling out and throats ready to receive cock. He knew that if he went around to the other side, he'd see just as many eager holes, tails flicked up and asses waiting.

It was enough to give him a bit of a smile again.

The bat walked down the line, giving each criminal a quick test to make sure that they weren't going to suddenly wake up. A finger down their tongue and into their throat was a good way to find out, and he was happy to see that none of them broke out.

Very good, very good, he thought. Now it was time for the officers.

Whispering a few other trigger words to make them completely ignore all the sexual things around them, he guided the different detectives back to their desks. He took a particular joy in pulling their pants down just enough to allow their cocks to slide out, and then rolled them in towards their particular criminal. The soft 'glk' sound of a hard cock sliding down someone's throat or the 'plt' sound of a shaft sliding past a ready hole was just...perfect.

One by one, he set them up, until they were all in position, back to doing regular work as they always did. He nodded in approval, and muttered the release phrase.

For a split second, they were still shouting - and bringing his headache back - but they quickly quieted down with their cocks being teased and worked over. He smiled to himself, rubbed his head, and walked back out to the front door.

By the time he found the chief, his dad was already back to normal, shaking off the last of his own mind-shattering headache. The bat looked down at him, blinking a few times.

"What just happened?"

"Nothing, dad. Just a bit of work I had to do."

"...Work or work?"

"Heh, do you really need to know?"

"I...guess not?"

It was always a game, there. After all, his father was hypnotized into letting him work here, but there had to be a reason why he would be there in the first place. His hypnotic abilities were known, though not the extent. He couldn't really afford to let anyone find that out, or there'd be some drastic changes, and not just in the police department.

He patted his dad on the back, walking him towards the back of the station. He gave him a little nudge as they reached Beau's office, and whispered the trigger phrase to blind him to sexual events again.

Heh, enjoy yourself, dad. I know I intend to, he thought as he heard a few moans from the chief's office echoing down the halls.

Axel made his way back to his own office, and happily sat down before looking at the dragon beneath his desk. The red-scaled beastie was quite the repeat offender, often spending several weeks in the holding cells before getting dragged to the court for another minor sentence. It was never any good.

On the plus side, it meant that this guy was essentially a glorified cock-sucker whenever he came in, and Axel had learned long ago that dragons made for excellent cock-suckers.

Patting the dragon on the head until that toothy muzzle came down around his cock, the bat leaned forward and pulled out some of his paperwork. As much as his shenanigans did cause the station to become an orgy-chamber, he had some legitimate work, as well.

"Alright, that guy needs anger management, he needs some grief counseling, he needs some...Yeah, he needs some serious work..."

He shook his head as he started sorting out the personnel files again, sorting them into stacks of who he could and couldn't be naughty with for their cases. With a dragon under his desk taking care of him, it'd make for a good day to deal with the ones that he couldn't get naughty with, since he'd already have an outlet.

_And a fucking good one, at that,_he thought as the dragon coiled his tongue around the bat's cock. Axel groaned as he reached under the desk, grabbing the dragon's head and holding it against his crotch. He bit his lip to keep from cumming quite so soon, and just enjoyed the swallowing, rippling motion of the dragon's throat around his cock.

After a few seconds, he let go again, letting the dragon bob his head up and down, up and down. Soon enough, he got into the rhythm of it, and started sorting papers to the motions.

This was going to be a good day.

The End