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It was a good morning, as far as Tigras was concerned. The weather was nice, warm and sunny, perfect weather for wearing nothing - though the Nidoking morph would have been like that anyway, it was just more comfortable on some days than others. There were no big events going on, so he didn’t have to worry about craziness in his building. And it was also payday, so he got the satisfaction of seeing a nice figure go into his account. Really, nothing to complain about. Well, maybe not NOTHING, but nothing major.

At least, not for him. Someone was going to be complaining, though, and fairly soon, that he was sure of.

Tigras wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with fielding complaints. It was part of his job - on-site manager of The Stacks at Skenton, a modest apartment building in the city, certainly not close to the most upscale place out there but affordable and convenient. While the management company was the one who was truly in charge, they were more than happy to delegate things to Tigras and not get too deeply involved with anything so long as there wasn’t trouble with him - and Tigras was good at making sure they didn’t have to deal with much, which meant that he was pretty much the head honcho there as far as most were concerned. He organized the maintenance folks and directed them where they needed to go, he arranged for the events the building had here and there, he addressed issues renters had between each other, he met with prospective tenants and did apartment tours, he enforced the rules around the place, and he took complaints when they were made. It was no glamorous job, but it was an important one, and he enjoyed feeling a little important, even if it wasn’t that much in the grand scheme.

Truthfully, it wasn’t as much work as it sounded like. Sure, he had things to do on any given day, but there were plenty of ways to manage the workload. And there were plenty of days where he had significant stretches where he had nothing to do except lounge around entertaining himself…it was good to have free time while technically on the clock. It looked like today was going to be one of those days, too, as soon as he got done with routine checks and whatnot. Right now he was sitting at the desk in his main business room, going through the mail from the past week, opening each item and checking what it was about - mostly just a cursory thing, he checked the mail daily and pulled out anything that looked like it could be important, but he always did a last check of the rest of it at week’s end, just to make sure nothing slipped through. They mostly just got ads and junk, but occasionally there were mailers from the city regarding potential work and council meetings that folks could attend to discuss it, and he at least made sure to put those on the calendar if any of the residents were interested. Most weren’t, but there were a couple that were more active in those regards…

But that task was soon to be interrupted. Tigras, being a Nidoking morph, had the same blessings as any of them - including big ears picking up sounds more effectively than any machine ever could, and a brain that processed auditory signals so well that he could hear things most people wouldn’t even imagine as having sounds. And the sounds of stomping footsteps were very easy to pick up, as was the fact that they were approaching his place. His apartment doubled as his office and living space, an arrangement not everyone would have liked but he had no problem with that - he didn’t get intruded on that often, and he had extra space as a trade-off - so his door being thrown open unceremoniously by an angry male human, slightly short and skinny with a lightly tanned complexion and unkempt black hair, was not unexpected, even if it was still rather rude. “YOU! You have to fix this, right now!”

The fight to hold back a cheeky smirk was not a battle Tigras was going to win, though he at least tempered it a bit. “Non-emergency maintenance reports need to be delivered through the online portal, and emergencies go through the phone line, as you’ve been told multiple times in our apartment notices and e-mail communications.”

“I’m not talking about fucking maintenance! I’m talking about THIS!” The human roughly shoved down his ragged shorts in a lather, revealing a feature that seemed more commonly associated with the feminine side of things. A rather silly thing to get worked up about, in Tigras’s opinion, but humans could be weird like that. “You did this! I know you did!”

“Of course I did, Jason. You seemed so riled up, talking about how you needed to ‘get some pussy’. If I have the gift of being able to grant that to people, it’s my duty to provide.”

Jason glowered angrily at the Nidoking morph, a gesture that was about as impotent as his former dick had been. “This is NOT what I wanted!”

“Well, you don’t want a pussy, I don’t want renters that are habitually late and multiple months behind on what they owe. I guess we’re both not getting what we’re looking for, though.”

Jason’s face reddened at that, and it at least forestalled a response for a bit. Yes, Tigras was well-acquainted with the complainant - Jason Urkleson, a human in his late 20s, spottily employed, had a tendency to be a bit of a pest, had neighbors griping about his behavior a bit too much for his liking, and despite all that seemed to think he was hot shit and all his problems were everyone else’s fault. Of all the things Tigras overheard, his complaints about women were the most numerous - essentially blaming them for the fact that he couldn’t get it up, and saying he deserved better ones for a variety of wildly off-base reasons.

But the biggest problem he had was that Jason was at least three months behind on his rent payments. Frequent bouts of unemployment certainly didn’t help with that, but he’d been pretty delinquent even when he did pay. That was irritating, but Tigras couldn’t really do anything about it - eviction was at the discretion of the head office, and they rarely moved until someone was at least six months behind, and even then it wasn’t a hard push. Housing was a right, you couldn’t just kick someone out willy-nilly unless they were violent or doing something severely illegal - not paying due to financial hardship wasn’t enough. It had to go a ways before you could move to remove them, and even then, they were more likely to work out an application for compensation, putting the behind tenant back in neutral standing while getting paid only a portion of what they were owed from higher up…as long as they weren’t losing money in the end, the company couldn’t complain. And The Stacks had few enough tenants who weren’t keeping current that they certainly weren’t hurting, so a case like Jason’s was met with a fairly blasé response. Normally it wouldn’t have annoyed Tigras - he was sympathetic to folks who had things going on - but Jason’s issues seemed to mostly be his own doing and the fact that he still had an ego despite that was what rankled him.

Jason was trying to recover the high ground in the argument, despite having that sin laid in front of him. “You can’t just do this to me just because you don’t like that I’m behind! It’s not like it’s easy to get work out there!”

“It’s actually quite easy, if your personality isn’t a disaster area. But I haven’t exactly heard you making all that much effort. You get fired, lounge around for weeks, then find some low-grade job you don’t like, make yourself a pain in the ass, and then the cycle starts again.”

“I’m not here to complain about my job, or not having one, or whatever! I’m here because you fucking turned me! I don’t even know how you did it, but I know you did it! And you can’t do that!”

Tigras snorted. “Sure I can. Seems like I just did, even.” And it was one of his better tricks, too - Jason constantly ordered food, and always got drinks with them; all Tigras needed to do was poke a little hole and dose a drink with a subtle toxin that would act on him after a few hours. Not that he was going to tell Jason that, he would be as coy as possible to the human, but several online friends had already seen him crowing about it in their circles. “Go ahead and whine to someone that a Poison-type expressed their natural abilities. See how much they’re going to care. Honestly, I did you a favor, not like your dick even worked.”

“That…that…that doesn’t…change anything! I still want it back! I don’t want a pussy! That’s girl shit!”

“Tch. You humans really need to get with the program, guys can have vaginas too. Quite a few of them are happier with them, even. And ain’tcha ever heard the phrase ‘don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it’?”

“I don’t WANT to try it! I want it gone! And you have to change me back!”

“I don’t ‘have to’ do anything, bud. If you want something out of me, changing your attitude is going to be a good start. You’ve already started off with me not wanting to do you any favors given that you’re already in bad standing here, shouting at me isn’t about to change my mind.”

“Ngh…” Jason looked like he very much didn’t want to back off, but the fact that he was needing Tigras to do something and couldn’t just force it out of him was putting him in a situation where he couldn’t just behave however he wanted. “What the fuck do you want me to do, then? Beg? Grovel?”

The sides of Tigras’s face turned up in a devilish grin that rapidly put Jason on the defensive. “That wouldn’t hurt. But I’m more interested in being paid.”

“Paid?” The human tensed up. “I…I don’t really have any money.”

“What a shock. How do you keep getting those delivery orders if you haven’t got any cash?”

“None of your business. I can’t pay you.”

“Sure you can. Just because you don’t have cash doesn’t mean you can’t do something for me. I might even prefer that personally.”

It took a beat for Jason to pick up on the meaning, and then he recoiled. “What?! No! I’m not gonna let you fuck me! No way!”

“Well, NOW you might have a problem. Good luck finding someone who’ll turn you back for nothing. Unless maybe you’re trying to tell me you want to stay like that after all…”

A lot of expressions were flickering through Jason’s face, which Tigras was thoroughly enjoying. “That…that’s not…you’re just…you’re playing me! I know what you guys are like, you’re gonna shoot something in me and I’m not gonna be able to go back after that! I’ve heard all sorts of stories about you guys doing things like that, you can’t fool me!”

Tigras didn’t really need to try, when Jason was so good at fooling himself. It really wouldn’t have been that difficult to undo even if he did do that - it might have taken a bit longer, but the only time it really got complicated was if the target got pregnant, and Tigras wasn’t in the habit of leaving bastards everywhere - he’d made sure Jason wouldn’t be fertile unless someone else made him so. But the plan forming in his head was thinking that maybe he wasn’t going to try to disabuse Jason of that flawed notion…instead, he pulled open a drawer on his desk and reached in. “Darn, you caught me out. Guess humans are catching on to our tricks. Well, then, I guess I’ll HAVE to use this.” His hand came up holding a wrapped condom.

Jason eyed it, still clearly suspicion but also clearly pliable - he’d backed off from ‘no way’ rather quickly, Tigras noted with some satisfaction. “A condom? I thought you guys hated those. Why would you have any of them?”

“They certainly aren’t the way I’d prefer to do it, you can bet. But some people like playing with them, some people like capturing all that seed and using it for lascivious purposes, some people like filling as many as they can to show off how virile they can be…they can be tools for fun, and who am I to deny some fun? And if it means you can take my dick safely, then it seems that might be a way out of your little conundrum.”

The hooks were already in. Jason was visibly relaxing, clearly processing that his options were limited and this could only seem like the best one. “And you’ll fix this, once you’ve…gotten what you wanted out of it? You’ll undo this?”

“If I can undo it, I will undo it. But you need to let me in first.”

“Ngh…you can’t just…fuck me after?”

“Nope. Gotta take advance payment. You gotta earn some trust before I’ll let you pay later, and you aren’t good for that.”

Jason was still hesitating, but the fact that he wasn’t running was a pretty good sign to Tigras. And eventually he let out a reluctant sigh. “Fine. I’ll let you…just one time, though. And I gotta see you put that on.”

“Sure thing. Ditch the rags, you’re not wearing anything when I’m pounding you silly.” Tigras made a show of tearing open the wrapper, then started working himself out of his slit, running his hand along his deep reddish-purple cock as it slowly swelled up, gradually engorging towards its beastly apex. With a pointed head, sharp barbs all the way down the shaft which were discolored with a dark wetness, and a thick bulge at the base, it was a proud piece for a Nidoking morph and the envy of many, both to have and to take. And for sure, Tigras was hardly shy about letting as many partake as they could - rare was the Nidoking morph who was particularly selective. He could see Jason’s eyes flick towards it, and the human’s face redden - no doubt it was a whole lot more impressive than whatever he had been packing, particularly if his worked so abysmally. It might have been a bit daunting, as well, given the size and shape, but Tigras was far from concerned - he’d given more than enough humans the pleasure of his company to know that they could handle his full length and girth just fine.

As soon as Jason was naked, Tigras made a show of rolling the condom down over his dick, in full view of the human. It was pretty form-fitting, even rolling over the barbs and letting them flex out, the sheen of wetness coating his shaft glistening underneath the rubber. When unrolled, the wrapping barely looked visible against the darkness of the Nidoking’s dick. “…That thing can really hold up to something that big?”

“You’d be surprised how resilient they are,” chuckled Tirgras as he finished rolling it over the knot, then stood up and beckoned Jason over. “Now come here. I’ve got a snatch to plow, and the day’s not getting any longer.”

Even as Jason was stepping over, he looked hesitant. “Wh-what, right here?”

“Sure. You wouldn’t be the first person I’ve laid on this desk and hammered into bliss.”

“That…what if someone…comes in and sees?”

Tigras smirked. “Then we get to test how stretchy your jaw is. Relax. No one is gonna be remotely shocked to see me going to town on you. And no one’s judging you for having a pussy. Believe me, they have a whole buncha reasons to judge you, that’s not even gonna be on the list.”

Jason scowled a bit at that last line, but that still seemed to mollify him, as he stepped around the desk, looking apprehensively up at that big, muscular purple body. “Fine…let’s, uh…let’s get this over with…”

“Try not to sound so reluctant.” Tigras grabbed Jason suddenly and thumped him onto the desk, knocking a bunch of papers aside and onto the floor haphazardly. “By the time I’ve gotten done with you, you’re gonna rate this as the best sex of your life so far. Spread those legs wide, and eyes on my face if you’re nervous - watching ain’t gonna make you less anxious, feeling will.”

Jason gulped a bit - he didn’t seem very put at ease with the sight of the Nidoking looming over him. But he did spread his legs and keep his eyes up top, squirming slightly as Tigras planted the tip of his dick up against those untested folds. Despite all that, though, Tigras could feel that he was a little wet down there - clearly, there was some arousal, even if it was not wholehearted. Once he acted, though, he was sure that would change in a hurry. He planted his hands down on Jason’s shoulders, holding him stable as he readied himself…and then thrust, plunging a few inches of dick into the human.

Dick that was bare as bare could be.

If Jason noticed, there was no indication on his cry, which was strained but also pleasured, almost shocked at the presence of that note of bliss. Tigras was pretty sure he had no idea, though - he didn’t seem like the kind who’d taken it in any way, and wouldn’t know the difference in how it felt. As he pulled back, his barbs slid against those taut walls, getting another wavering cry from Jason as they scratched and left trails of subtle toxins to be absorbed by that welcoming pussyflesh, unchecked by any barrier, just as it should have been. The condom had done its actual job well, giving Jason an excuse to open up to something that he clearly wasn’t as averse to as he wanted to suggest…but Tigras had no intention of using it as a barrier. Sure, he wasn’t lying, he had some that WERE in fact meant for that - but the one he’d picked out was much more his style, made of a compound that rapidly dissolved away on contact with his fluids, specifically meant for a con like that. Deviant? Perhaps. Fun? Absolutely. He was willing to stop if he got called out - yet, he could count on one hand how many times that had happened, funnily enough they tended to change their tune rather quickly once they felt him. Maybe Jason would be one of the rare ones who did call him out…

But there was zero indication of that, as he started to thrust into Jason, working himself back and forth. The human was so deliciously tight around him, making his barbs flex extra hard as they raked against him, clutching tight on him with every motion. Jason’s voice was getting higher as he got more breathless, panting hard as he clung to the desk, flailing around a bit as bliss overtook him, his body clearly highly sensitive to Tigras’s tool (as he knew it would be - when one could induce changes like that, adding a little extra sensitivity to the mix was child’s play). And that was part of the appeal - when one had hearing like a Nidoking, an amorous voice could be as stimulating as the feel of a nice tight hole around his dick.

His hands gripped Jason tighter, one grabbing his thigh while the other pinned his arm to the desk, and he started to really drive in hard, pounding away rather fiercely at the writhing and mewling human. It was an uneven pace by design, Tigras was slower to pull out than to push in, letting those barbs claw and leak against those needy walls before slamming in nice and deep to display his impressive power to Jason in the most deliciously visceral way. His cock was spitting precum pretty liberally now, and if Jason had any wherewithal at all, he would realize that meant that there was nothing between them - but there was zero indication that the human wanted Tigras to stop. Maybe the pleasure was too much for him to even imagine such a thing, he certainly seemed to be getting into it pretty fiercely.

So naturally, Tigras was going to push him all the way. And he was going to do that by pushing IN all the way. A deep growl escaped the Nidoking morph’s maw as he suddenly plowed in to the hilt, driving as deep as he could into Jason and making the human seize up and start jerking around as he came hard, gushing all over that deeply intruding dick as his quavering voice pealed out its powerful pleasure. It was as good as it got for Tigras, orgasmic cries were fiercely arousing to him - one of the ostensible drawbacks of living in an apartment with hearing like his, when he heard someone getting it on it always stirred him, and his hand could get awfully tired some nights. Would that he had a pet who could relieve that at a moment’s notice…maybe someday.

He gave Jason a bit of time to settle down, and then started going to town on the human, thrusting double-time compared to before and no longer letting the scratch of those barbs linger so long. The upshot, though, was that the scratching was a whole lot fiercer and faster, and the sensations were starting to overlap each other, ensuring Jason was getting a much more constant barrage of that feeling. And of the toxins being left behind, at that, which were slowly relaxing Jason and making him more pliable. It really was amazing just how quickly a few good chemical inductions could be absorbed by that flesh, especially when given a few subtle abrasions to open it up a little more. And his chemical cock-tail cum was going to be even more potent once it got into Jason…

And that wouldn’t be long, as he was starting to feel the urge for release coming on. Harder and faster, he leaned in further over Jason, drilling in with all his force now, while the human was heaving hard, trying to grab as much air as he could before it was driven out by that drilling dick, shoved out in wavering wauls under the powerful pounding of Tigras. At this juncture, Tigras wasn’t even sure he could stop if Jason tried…he’d have made his best effort, but a rutting Nidoking morph on the verge of climax was as close to an unstoppable force as it got, and willpower often took a back seat to the instinctive drive that compelled him to blow his load into that welcoming passage. Even as he approached the limit, though, he wasn’t hearing any sign of distress or reluctance from Jason, much less an overt plea for cessation.

And with that, he didn’t even consider stopping. A roar rang out in the room as Tigras slammed in one last time and out gushed his toxic essence, pouring into Jason’s womb in great gouts, rapidly filling the human up and then trying to make more space. He could hear Jason screaming out again, another gripping orgasm plowing through the human, even more potent due to his loosened, less-inhibited state, the drugged fluids doing their duty in making Jason much more amenable to the treatment, much more eager to clench down and milk that fat Nidoking dick of all the baleful seed it could provide to him, even as his midsection slowly and slightly distended under the volume being given to him already. Only Water-type morphs were liable to beat Tigras’s productivity, and that was something he took a good bit of pride in - the imperious virility of a Nidoking was certainly something to behold.

And the results were quite satisfying. As Tigras’s load finally tapered off after a good minute-plus of intoxicating insemination, he was left looking down over a sweaty, disheveled human, chest rising and falling quickly, subtly but distinctly plumped around the midsection, clearly out of it and clearly hyper-satisfied. Just as Tigras was, he’d been needing a good release, he hadn’t cum inside someone since…well, yesterday evening, but it wasn’t like a Nidoking was ever NOT down bad. It was almost a shame to pull out and let some of his fluids gush free, but he couldn’t just sit here with Jason on his cock all day…well, maybe he could, really, who was going to stop him? Still, he drew out of the human’s snatch, letting gluts of purplish cum gush out of Jason. Who only just now seemed to be coming to realize what was going on, though in a loopy way that betrayed the chemical influence on him now. “Whuh…uh…th-that…y-you…the cond-dom…”

“Hm, yeah, looks like it didn’t do the trick,” replied Tigras rather smoothly. “Not that you seemed to mind all that much - I’ve heard a lot of bitches sing in bliss as I’m railing them, and you were as loud and lusty as the loudest and lustiest of them. Guess maybe you shouldn’ta knocked it after all if you liked it that much.”

“I…ah…” Jason blinked a bit, but his eyes were unfocused, the pupils dilated a bit, he was clearly only halfway with-it at this point. “M…maybe…ngh…that…that diiid…feel really…really good…”

“Course it did. See, ain’t a big problem to have a pussy. Could even be an upgrade, especially over your useless pathetic dicklet that couldn’t even get hard. Maybe that was your body trying to tell you something.” Tigras trailed a claw along Jason’s nether lips, making the human squirm a bit. “So…round 2?”

“R-round…2?” slurred Jason. “I thought…you said…once…”

“Well, yeah, I did, but the condom didn’t work, so since you’re stuck like this already…well, not like you can get MORE stuck like it, right? Besides, I can smell you, you’re clearly raring to go again already.”

“Ah…m-maybe…” Jason flushed a bit, his hole clenching hard, trying to keep that clawed finger close by. “I…I guess it’s fine…and that did feel good…a-again sounds like…a good time…”

“Perfect.” Tigras allowed himself a grin that Jason wasn’t really focused on. After all, he COULD, in fact, get the human more stuck like this - maybe not physically, but mentally. And he could mold the human in a few other ways as well, to perhaps benefit all of them - even Jason himself, though the human might not be totally aware of it. As he picked Jason up and carried him deeper into his apartment, he already had several ideas for what he would do to take care of these little problems…

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“Okay, Dieter, if you’re gonna have a long-term guest, they need to sign an agreement form and abide by the same rules as any standard tenant. They’re also gonna have to contribute a percentage of rent - you can work out how you want to split it out, but it’s a 20% surcharge monthly. And keep in mind that if they’re breaking the rules too badly, it’s gonna reflect on you as well, so you’d best make sure they’re well-behaved. Obviously, you’re responsible for whatever furnishings they need, we’re not turning a 1B into a 2B for you.”

“I’m sure he won’t be a problem, he’s plenty low-key, and I’ve already gotten stuff for him.” A Flygon morph nodded as he took the paperwork from Tigras. “He should be here in a few days, and I’ll make sure he signs this first thing.”

“Good to know. Let me know if you have any other questions.”

“Right…uh…” Dieter’s brow furrowed a bit. “This is, uh, not related to any of that, but…you did it again, didn’t you?”

“Why, whatever do you mean?” asked Tigras was a faux-innocent air.

“Don’t play coy, Tig. Jason Urkleson. Fairly sure as much as he bitched about ED that he didn’t have a pussy before. Nor was he so eager to spread his legs for anyone in the building who’d throw a few bucks his way. You know, there ARE other ways of dealing with problem tenants.”

“Sure there are. Lame ways. This is the fun way. And it works. He’s actually catching up on his rent, he’s a whole lot better behaved, no more complaints from the neighbors, he’s getting along with people better, and he sure as hell seems a lot less testy now that he doesn’t have a broken dick weighing him down. Seems like everyone’s coming out ahead - just like the last time.”

“You’re still gonna get a reputation. Some people aren’t gonna be eager to come renting here if they think they could end up slutty whores…”

Tigras smirked; Dieter was worried over nothing, in his opinion, but he always got a little bit antsy over anything ‘image’-related. Being the one who organized most of the events of The Stacks, including those that brought eyes from outside towards them, he supposed he could see why, but… “You’re making kinda a stink for someone who I can smell was just slit-deep in Jason not that long ago.”

Dieter flushed deeply. “That’s not…look, I’m not…saying I mind, I’m just…”

“Then stop worrying about it, and let me do my thing, and you keep doing yours. Anyone bothered by it, ain’t my worry, we have more than enough people interested as it is. And you can bet there’ll be some out there that see it as a perk. Plus, they’ll know someone’s gonna deal with the troublemakers.”

“…Right, I guess…well, uh, thanks.” Dieter left, still not looking totally settled, but Tigras knew he’d get over it. Just like he got over the previous two instances…Tigras was the apartment manager, and he was going to manage those situations as best he knew how - by managing the renters into a much better state. THEY certainly weren’t complaining, and neither was just about anyone else after the trouble tenants had been dealt with - and as far as he was concerned, that was all that mattered in the end.