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The blue dragon flicked out the business card from his coat pocket. "For your trouble." The slick-haired lawyer from their team had passed it to him with as insincere a smile as there had ever been on a man's face. "They'll take good care of you down there, you'll feel like a million bucks!" Small pittance for inviting him out halfway across the country for a conference that simply ended with a 'thank you for your time, but we're moving in a different direction than your firm' and insipid, eely smiles all around.

If he was a fire dragon, he might be fuming plumes of smoke from his nostrils but instead he had to settle for grinding his teeth as he stormed through crowds of people. Everyone made way for his large figure as he took smooth, even strides down the sidewalk with his head on a swivel so he could at least hopefully end this damnable venture on at least somewhat less sour of a note. He was in town for two more days, so he might as well sight-see, right?

And so, Erick found himself staring up at the edifice of a rather plain-Jane building. A large, glass window at the front let him look in without so much as stepping a foot inside: A semi-circle receptionist desk, some chairs, a television, pretty simple waiting room. He glanced behind the desk and saw the foot high letters spelling out Cobalt Comfort Spa traced in calligraphic font behind the desk. He snorted derisively, but pushed open the door with a hand.

No sooner had the electronic chime toned throughout the building before someone was at attention to him. The kobold was perched atop something, clearly, from the way he was balanced behind the counter. A narrow face with a pair of large, rounded spectacles balanced on his snout as gray-scaled fingers moved to poise themselves above the keyboard before calling out a quick and chirpy: "Welcome, sir!"

Already Erick was off his balance, he hadn't expected a kobold to be behind the counter nor for them to be so chipper. But he smoothed a hand across the dusky blue scales of his forehead before he walked up to the counter itself and placed down the business card. "Do I need an appointment or anything? I wasn't sure if I should call ahead or-" Automatically his eyes glanced down to the kobold's lanyard. Fisk, huh?

Silver eyes flicked down to the business card he'd pushed forward before a broad smile flicked across the diminutive reptile's features. "Oh, no! We're quite open about letting people just have a walk-in, so long as it's at least before close of business for the day!" Already fingers were hurrying their way across the keyboard, drumming out no doubt lines upon lines of paperwork that would need to be filed to keep the business afloat. "I'll just need a first name? That way our staff can make the experience feel a touch more personal, you understand! And I'll also need a level of service you wish for?" With that last part, a laminate sheet was passed across the counter.

"Ah. Erick," The dragon was impressed by the level of service already. He could feel a tension that'd been knotting in his shoulders starting to ease itself just by talking to this permanently ecstatic receptionist. His eyes glanced down at the laminated sheet with keen interest. Passing over line after line, he finally noticed one that jumped out at him. His claw tapped at the listing. "Let's go for the Bold New You package, shall we?"

He could see the Fisk's eyes snap open just a touch at that last part before the expression immediately schooled back into its normal bubbly professionalism.

"Are you quite sure, sir? Very well! And what would you prefer today for that package?"

Erick flicked his eyes down again, then noticed the 'preference' section of the chart in front of him. "Let's go for-," He stalled as he mulled over the various options. "Let's go for the kobold one, shall we? Might as well, right? Dragon like me?" He flashed what he hoped was as charming a smile as he could.

"Very good, sir! You're quite right, kobold for a dragon makes quite a lot of sense. Not much different there." A couple more lines were tossed onto the sheet and then the kobold hit enter.

Soon a printer flared to life behind him and spat out a small, laminate card with a soft blue border around it complete with wavy ocean graphics and a stamp of some kind just by the dragon's name. If he squinted at it a little bit, it looked like a wand or something similar.

"Please wear this during your time in the spa, simply so everyone back there knows what level of service you expect and how to address you while you're getting comfortable. Now if you'll follow me?" Fisk stood and Erick had thought the man was short before but now it was in bold print in front of him. The reptile was barely waist height!

The journey from there was short: through a set of locked double doors, down a couple halls, before finally being lead to a simple room. At first he might have confused it for a doctor's office. It was practically sterile, nothing at all like he expected. The chair in the center was minimalist, pristine white, with arm and leg rests. But as he looked he could see more reassuring signs. A bucket for hot towels, various pots filled with face mask material, a chilled bucket for cucumber slices. And towards the back was what he more properly thought of as a massage bed, but it was lower to the ground than he might have thought.

The receptionist indicated a basket next to him just inside the door with a smile. "Please strip and put all clothes in here. There are soft cotton robes in the dresser in the armoire if you care about your modesty. Also please make sure to stow all your valuables in this lockbox right here, so they don't get mixed in with your suit. Someone will be by to collect it in just a few minutes, but don't worry! We'll give you ample time to get comfortable!"

With the spiel out of the way, the kobold closed the door behind him and left Erick to his own devices. He was practically in a race to get everything off of him as fast as he could. Phone, wallet, keys, all went into the indicated lockbox but he couldn't get out of that suit fast enough. Everything ended up in the basket, as haphazardly as he could just for good measure and as some sort of justified anger at the damnable garments.

There were a handful of robes in there ranging in all sizes, but he knew without looking to just take the largest one. Tying the white cotton around his body and draping the lanyard around his neck, he already felt like he was getting pampered before he'd even set himself down in his chair. His head craned this way and that, taking in all the minutiae he might have missed before. A soft, herbal scent was tickling into the room from somewhere that he couldn't quite pinpoint. Warm air circulated, just hot enough to make stripping necessary but not so much that he felt like he was going to start sweating. Curious, there wasn't any record keeping equipment in here. Privacy concern, maybe? That'd make sense that all paperwork got handled somewhere else. Somewhere in the middle of his train of thought the door opened for just long enough for a pair of hands to reach in and snag the basket out of the room, with a hurried "They'll be right with you, sir!"

Polite staff, at least!

It was some minutes later when the door opened a third time to expose another kobold entering the room. This one was a green-scaled fellow, wearing blue scrubs with the company logo stitched across the left breast. His more draconic face lit up as he saw the blue dragon sitting in the chair, nodding quietly before he stepped fully into the room and giving him an endearing smile as he closed the door behind him.

"Hello, Erick! I'm Kivan and I'm told you got the Bold New You package today? That one should be perfect for you!" He took a moment to make sure that everything was properly on their warmers before turning and clapping his hands. "So, we're going to start as simple as it gets: Do you mind tea? We have an herbal blend that will help relax your body while we work on adjustments and care."

Erick simply inclined his head, and the busy body turned right around to get to work. Size difference or no, the dragon did appreciate that the kobold seemed to take care of himself. There was a tone to his figure that implied that, even without the size advantage, the kobold more than knew how to work a body to relieve all manner of stresses. Trained, too, with how delicately he poured the tea infusion into a cup and handed it over to the dragon.

The bitter taste was at least floral towards the end, having that light hint like lavender or chamomile. The face he made must have been obvious, because his Kivan's face looked abashed for a moment. "Sorry, we don't keep a lot of sweeteners on hand. But finish off that mug... there you go." He took the emptied cup as Erick leaned his body back, feeling the hot drink settle into his body. "Well, we'll begin with some light massages and see how you feel after that? Business fella like you, on your feet all day?"

Twin hands grasped around the dragon's foot, pushing the thumbs up into the arch firm enough to elicit a surprised groan out of the dragon. "Ooh, yep. Tender, just like I imagined. Those shoes look nice, but they don't offer a lot of arch support." The thumbs started to push and knead, following the curve of the foots arch up towards the base of the big toe. Firm, smooth motions that made scales glide against each other and soon Erick felt that tension of holding his shoulders square bleed out of him.

"Your scales are such a vibrant blue, Erick, you take very good care of yourself already," The kobold murmured from down by his feet, taking a moment to lace his fingers between the dragon's toes and gently bend them back. "But you seem to be neglecting the most important part of you. A lot of health problems start and end with how you take care of your legs." The kobold slipped away for a moment before he came back with some sort of oil.

Whether it was warmed or not, it still felt cold on the first application. The kobold used his hands to transfer a small portion of the fluid onto the dragon's feet, massaging it in. There it started to warm, suffusing into his scales and then the muscles beneath as Erick sucked in a breath. With the massaging fingers added this time it was like he could actually feel years slipping out of him. Carrying that same slick oil up the dragon's legs, those arms braced and supported the underside while bringing it up as high as they could before Erick grunted in discomfort.

"There's some wonderful tone on these legs, you must hit the gym quite often!" Kivan glanced up towards his face while stroking lightly over the leg to apply the glistening streaks up the back of his thigh. "Something around five days a week?"

"Good stress relief when I leave the office for the day." Erick admitted flatly, hissing in through his teeth as the trail in the kobold's wake heated down into his very muscles.

He'd rarely had anyone as intimate with him as this, he knew that he was practically nude from the waist down but Kivan was keeping it strictly professional. Digging the heel of his palm into the muscle connecting hip to knee, he coaxed the dragon's leg up higher and higher. That oil was a godsend, allowing him flexibility he'd never have dreamed of just by forcing his muscles to relax. The chair adjusted until the dragon's back was parallel to the ground, with the kobold putting his back into it to make sure Erick's legs were pushed to the very limits of their newfound flexibility. Joints popped but in that magical, relieving way that just made the whole body shiver and made Erick groan in rapture.

"Do tell me if you feel any discomfort with anything I'm doing at all, Erick. It's important for you to trust me and to feel relaxed while I work." The kobold's voice sounded like it was coming from further away, fading into the background. Erick just grunted his approval from his position. Taking that as consent, Kivan's hands dropped down the dragon's tail. Feeling the fatty base, pushing his fingers delicately into it and encountering no real resistance. Slender, clever fingers trailed their way up all the way to the tip, pausing here and there to ostensibly feel how the vertebrae were connected. It seemed he was satisfied as he reached the tip, giving it a little squeeze before going back around to the other side to start applying the same oil to the dragon's other leg.

The robe was undone for him, arms bid through the sleeves to leave Erick truly bare to Kivan's intentions. Those hands eased the dragon's haunches back down onto the chair, guiding them to the leg rests before those same fingers started digging in at the hips. Following their way up towards the man's ribs, giving gentle prods and pushes. Checking for any discomfort along the way all while making sure that the blue dragon's scales were polished with a thin layer of that warming oil. When Kivan took a hand into his own, the dragon marked just how small those digits were. They couldn't even wrap around his wrist with both of them together! And yet the strength in them was enough to move mountains, or at least to finally undo years worth of stress and fatigue on his tired body.

"Tension like this, you must be quite the deal maker. Handshakes all around from dawn until dusk, maybe drinks to celebrate the new acquisitions?" Kivan's running commentary on what went into making his body so tired as oddly comforting. Like the kobold just knew by feeling what was wrong with him and was trying to play therapist as well as masseuse. "As long as you keep it moderate, nothing wrong with that last part! Still, it's not all firm handshakes! I'll make sure to package some of this oil so you can apply it to your hands."

Smooth strokes of the hand brushed along the dragon's chest before the palms gently squeezed through the scales at his pectoral muscles. He took pride in noticing how the kobold's hands lingered even after they'd done their part, just squeezing into the slightly malleable surface of his musculature.

"Apologies for my commenting on it, but would you like a towel?" Kivan's voice trilled softly as he stepped around to the dragon's head. The hands started up at the man's shoulders before slowly following up, holding just under his cheeks while rolling his head in slow, circular motions to undo the tension in his neck. Erick must have made a confused noise without even opening his eyes, because the kobold continued. "It's perfectly natural, but you are erect."

Ordinarily Erick would have felt embarrassed but... Kivan was right. It was natural. Increased bloodflow thanks to the eased tensions of his body must have found their way south. And gods, this massage felt amazing! He simply shook his head at the question, perhaps a bit dumbly, before his lips curled up in a huge smile. "I haven't felt this relaxed in years..."

"I can imagine! Your suit says that you're all business and no play, you know." Kivan leaned down, hands sliding across Erick's chest. "Hopefully this treatment will encourage you to allow a little play every once in a while." There was an edge in the kobold's voice, however soft it might have been, that made Erick finally open his eyes again. He was greeted by the soft blue uniform shirt above him, the kobold's face upside down compared to his. Or rather, he might have been staring at the kobold's face if they weren't fixated on something else.

Realization dragged an icy finger along the dragon's back as wondered just what to say. "So... you're gay?" That made the kobold wince ever so slightly, giving the dragon a nervous smile. "Sorry, sorry, wrong sort of question I suppose... I never really thought about which way I lean too heavily, myself." And he thought about that. He'd had time for all sorts of dalliances before. Quiet drinks at the bar, cocktails at an office party, any number of chances to test himself but he never had. "I might well be that way too."

"Sounds like a bit of a realization, hm?" The kobold's voice held a very faint tease before he moved over to the side, brushing a palm over the dragon's bicep. "That's good, though! One more bit of tension out of the way." Kivan winked. It seemed like the kobold was determined to smooth things right back over despite the blunder. He gave a little throat clear as he looked the dragon over, the scales gleaming from his head to his toes. "Looks like I've about finished the front, anyway, and you're about as loose as you could be. Feel up to walking over to the massage bed so I can easily get your back?"

"Anything for more of that touch." Erick didn't even blush as he stood up from the seat, only to feel his world suddenly stop. Dizziness made him clutch for the nearest object, grunting as he bent over a little. Kivan was right at his side with soft cooing, patting on the dragon's hip gently and encouraging him to move over towards the bed along the back wall. He dropped gratefully into it with a groan, adjusting his position a little so that his dick prodded up against his belly instead of awkwardly getting tucked between his legs. As soon as he stopped moving, the dizziness went away.

"Sorry, should've been quicker to tell you to take it slow. The relaxants in the oil promote bloodflow that your body just isn't used to, I'm afraid!" Kivan hastened to bring the pot over to the side of the table, setting it in a little cup. Dipping his fingers in, he started applying it again. This time from the neck down, judging by the feel of those fingers following Erick's shoulder blades. The momentary vertigo over, it was easy enough for Erick to once again fall into that lulled stupor from the kobold's touch alone.

Once again, the magic of those hands started their given work. He could hear Kivan grunting slightly as he put his back into nudging his palms firmly against Erick's back, coaxing a harsh staccato out of his spine as he moved his way down. It was starting to make the dragon thrum out a bassy, rumbling purr as the kobold made his way down by degrees, giving one more firm push against the small of the dragon's back just to get those joints to crack.

"You'll forgive me but, I do have a favorite part to massage coming up next." Kivan's weight settled onto the massage bed, squeezing in between his legs enough to coax the dragon's legs slightly apart. "As I said, do let me know if you feel at all uncomfortable."

The palms clasped his butt, surprising him for a moment before logic told him to calm himself. Kivan had been, in all things, the utmost professional. If he was a bit enamored with the dragon's... physique, that was just a personal quirk. It hadn't interfered at all yet and he had no reason to believe it would now. And true to form, the kobold never once did anything but massage those tired glutes and left them glistening with a coating of oil. He could hear the kobold's breathing pick up, just slightly, but that was all as he passed down to the dragon's thighs and finished applying oil over every inch of the dragon's body.

"How are you feeling, Erick?" Kivan asked in a hushed tone.

"Hahhhhhhhn... absolutely incredible." The dragon started to rouse himself, thinking that the experience was done but he felt a palm gently pushing between his shoulder blades. It seemed Kivan wasn't done as he kept brushing along his flanks, just feeling out the dragon's limbs to see if he still had any tension.

"So, any thoughts on a type?" Kivan said softly, before charging right through the question hanging in the air. "No need to guess at mine, I suppose! You're the one who requested me."

"Damn good pick on my part, I'd say." Erick listed his head a little to the side, propping it on the raised portion of the table. His eye flicked over towards the kobold who was simply grinning at him while still fondly stroking along his azure scales. "I guess as far as type?" His mind wandered for a moment before he smiled. "I guess it'd have to be someone like you. Assertive, firm, but has a gentle touch."

Kivan laughed slightly at that. "Well, I might be a little assertive, but that's only so I can get those joints of yours to relax!" His voice had a little teasing note behind it, even as he moved a palm towards the dragon's rear. He looked thoughtful for a moment before he gave a light roll of his shoulders.

"We still have a little bit of time before your session is over, so do tell me if this a bit too forward but," Kivan's voice dropped again, that hinted note of edge to it. Lust, if Erick was any judge. "Well, we can try some 'deeper' massage techniques to get you adjusted? I know it's not what you'd normally expect but-" His eyes dragged over the dragon's body. "I'll admit, I'm curious and it's not like I have this chance for very long."

The concept mulled around in the dragon's mind, honestly dragging out more questions for him than it did for Kivan. He should just say no, but be polite about it and maybe he could come back some other time. Some time when he wasn't questioning himself even slightly anymore. But the kobold had been polite, charming, and best of all a great masseuse. If anyone would know how to get him to relax for a first time, it'd be him... right?

"I guess I am carrying some, ah-" He paused for a split second, mouth fumbling around the witticism before it was even out. "Deeper tensions than I thought. Think you could work those out for me?" Just to seal in the point, he spread his legs just a bit wider, hanging them slightly off the edges of the bed and making sure his tail was out of the way. "But erm..."

"Don't worry, I'm as gentle as ever with all my clients." The kobold smoothly said. Behind him there was a bit of movement as the kobold pulled down his scrubs just enough to reveal himself before he scooted forward. Just the touch alone of shaft to his backside sent thrills through Erick that he'd never considered, feeling his heart skip for a moment. What if this got out? Well, what IF it got out? He enjoyed himself at a spa, and Kivan was a consenting party. Who had a right to care?

A hot drizzle of oil accompanied the kobold's shaft sliding into place underneath his tail, the medicinal heat making him wince as it pooled around his pucker. Kivan swirled his shaft around against that tight star, nudging experimentally with the blunt tip of his shaft just to find the dragon's ass as unyielding as the rest of his body had been up to this point. One more thing to massage out of him.

Kivan's toned body wasn't just for show or for doing his job. It let his wiry frame press up between the dragon's legs and lever every bit of force that he could short of just stabbing his cock in between those blue-scaled glutes. Palms pressed flat to either side of the dragon's hips, the dragon below grunting against his hand before Kivan's shaft finally found that microcosm of purchase and spread him open around it. Cherry taken, Erick's body grasped around that invading head with a squeeze that made the kobold's voice hiss out softly.

"Shhh... shhh... easy now..."

Maybe that voice was enough because Erick took in a calming breath and let himself relax. Kivan gave a few experimental motions, not even a millimeter moved but he seemed satisfied enough after those to start pushing in another inch. Two inches became three, three became four, and when the fifth was about to give way to a sixth their hips touched one another's. Ass to pelvis, the kobold was in all the way. Erick could feel it all the way through his body, an 'ache' and craving that he never knew he had. That might have something to do with the fact that the dragon was pent up. He needed relief, he knew that, so when the kobold's cock grazed along his prostate on its way out it made him whimper this time.

Kivan didn't comment on that, instead he let his body do the talking just like he had been so far. Palms gripped onto the dragon's hips as he pumped his way back in once more, this time finding it much easier to delve all the way to the root. The kobold's breath hissed out as he bottomed out again, just to draw himself free and do it all over again. The soft, steady 'thp-thp-thp' of his cock's motions soon filled the air around them as the reptile cooed from the way Erick's body squeezed around him each time he tried to pull out. Like Erick didn't want him to leave.

Kivan's voice was low as he leaned forward, not quite leaning his chest to the dragon's back as he murmured. "How about you get up on all fours? Lot easier that way." He teased softly, helping urge him up. Erick's face burned as he did as he was bid, rising up first onto his elbows before following with his knees. Kivan maneuvered with him, keeping himself snug in the dragon's backside for now until they were both in position again. Then it started up again, that firm, heavy plap of the kobold's hips against his ass.

Erick's arms buckled as that shaft seemed to laser focus on his prostate, his breath rushing out in a harsh gasp. Precum oozed in a steady stream from his cock, his eyes struggling to stay open for more than a moment. Perhaps if he had, he'd have noticed something else was happening while Kivan steadily fucked him. A once strong, masculine physique was starting to shrivel, a towering height was slowly starting to disappear in favor of a more compacted, petite one. Maybe he wouldn't have cared, as Kivan's cock was all he could think about for now.

"There it goes, now... you were beautiful before, you'll be even more stunning afterwards." Kivan's voice breathed out as he leaned forward, settling his weight a bit more firmly into each stroke. That tingle turned into a hazy glow all around the dragon's form, settling along Erick's frame where the kobold's hands had lingered the most.

His muzzle narrowed out in front of his fluttering eyes, smoothing out into a still draconic shape but certainly less broad and predatory than it once was. Fingers curled against the growing surface of the bed he was perched on, shifting imperceptibly by degrees inward along the smooth leather padding as his frame got narrower. Where once the bed was just barely big enough for him, now it was enough to fit several of him all in a row with room to spread out besides.

Kivan kept him steady, helping pull him closer and adjusting their position on the bed while the surface area expanded out in front of the dragon's fogged over view. He should be angry, right? Something was clearly happening to him, he could feel it in the way his tongue fit awkwardly into his snout, the steady loss of mass and bulk that he'd cultivated over years and years of after-work workouts... but did he?

His body answered for him, tail curling around Kivan's waist, holding him in and silently begging him to keep rutting him. Virgin though he was before, now he wanted nothing more than the kobold to bed him. That cock, big enough before to tease out the dragon's lust was feeling larger than life itself! It filled him up and then some more besides, that smooth member feeling like it was hitting deeper and deeper each time... because it was! His teeth grit in a snarl as he tried to stave himself off. Just a bit longer. Please!

Kivan's hands fit along the natural curve of his hips, feeling over his thighs before bending double over him and seizing him under the arms. Palms against his chest, his muzzle buried against Erick's neck. Erick was shorter than Kivan, now, he could just feel it in the way they were positioned. The dragon's upper body fumbled and those arms kept him upright, the kobold's soft breath softly going 'shhhh shh shh' in his ear. He was so close, just a little more-!

His shaft twitched and he yipped out in his release, giving into instinct. Pearly ropes laced their way onto the bed below him, some distant part of his head thanking whatever he could that it would be a simple matter of wiping the furniture down after this. And yet Kivan didn't stop pounding into him. Those thrusts felt more forceful, his whole body rocking now with the kobold's insistent thrusts. It never stopped grazing over his button, either, ensuring that his orgasm endured and he was firing empty, twitching shots with a painful erection long before Kivan came.

"Such a beautiful kobold, Erick... so glad I got to be here to fuck you through your change," Kivan's words should have elicited some panic response from the dragon but it felt good. Natural. Like all the world had finally aligned for him as he pushed back into Kivan's thrusts. Maybe he hadn't known it, but he wanted this. His body needed this, to just give in and yield to his desires.

"Mmgghh, fu-huuuu-uck." The kobold's voice crooned and Erick knew he was close.

The kobold's tail slacked from around Kivan's waist, burying his face against the backs of his hands. His own softened dick slapped against the underside of his belly with each impact, the soft creak of leather beneath them drowning out in the languid huffs rolling from Kivan's muzzle. There was only a little more left in the tank before Kivan stabbed in one more time, holding himself still.

Kivan's own yip of release was harsher than his, growled out through clenched teeth. Erick could feel the shaft twitching inside of him, jerking subtly as it started pumping the kobold's load into his rear. Each twitch was another shot, the heat starting to pool somewhere in the former dragon's lower belly. Kivan yanked himself free at the last moment, lobbing those last few lazy shots across the dragon's taint and backside, leaving his glistening scales marred with the off-white glaze of cum across them. His hole twitched, flexing as it drooled Kivan's release down across his balls, dripping in steady strings to the table below.

Kivan stood after a few more moments, smiling down at Erick. Where once there was a dragon wrought with tension and aggravations, there was now a blissed out kobold who simply rolled over and lay with a satisfied grin going from ear to ear. Kivan stepped away for a moment before coming back with a business card that he placed beside the dragon with a soft smile, before leaning down and kissing his cheek.

"We'll have some clothes that match your old ones delivered to the room in just a little while. I need to go wash up but my office is always open for you. Just make sure to mention me by name." Kivan grinned as Erick nodded dumbly, picking up the business card between his claws.

Once Kivan was out of the room, Erick staggered his way over towards the lockbox from earlier. Everything was massive compared to him now, but he reminded himself that this was just how it would be as he took the large electronic slate from its safety and started punching in numbers.

He had a couple things to arrange and he wasn't going to take no for an answer this time.

***

Mr. Jacobs' fingers curled around the back of Erick's head, the macaque grunting low in his throat as he pumped another hot and fresh load down the kobold's throat. Erick simply swallowed around his shaft, his eyes rolling slightly in the back of his head before he finally thumped the monkey's side to give him an indication that he needed to breathe.

The grip loosened as his boss's body slumped backwards into his chair, smoothly pulling his tie back up into a more professional position. He didn't bother pulling his pants up, though, as Erick simply waited on his knees for his boss's response.

"Considering your... contributions to the company, we're going to put in your transfer to our branch out in the city you wish to move to. Consider it a sideways promotion, of course, and you will still be expected to travel to home office for-" The monkey's tongue rolled in his mouth for a moment before he landed on the right 'office' style word "Mandatory company morale activities." Only now did Jacobs bother pulling up his pants, giving an earnest smile to the waiting kobold who simply grinned in return.

"I'd shake your hand, sir, but we both know where it's been! I'll be a great worker out there, you can count on me." The kobold smoothed out the front of his shirt, making sure he didn't have any cum on his lips before he stood up from behind the desk. His hips rolled slightly as he walked, a trick he'd started putting into practice as he reached up for the door handle before turning around. "And thank you again sir!"

No sooner than he was out in the hall did he pull out his cell phone and dial a number off the back of a business card that he'd gotten just a few short months before. It rang twice before being answered with a smooth, "Cobalt Comfort, Kivan speaking."

"Kivan, it's Erick!"

"Well, hello Erick! Are you coming by again? I'll have to make a special appointment for you this time." The blue kobold could just hear the grin in the man's voice on the other side, shaking his head despite Kivan being unable to see it.

"Oh, well, I could make an appointment sure, but I'll be transferring to your city! I was hoping we could make those appointments more regular than just one time? Maybe even start with a dinner?"