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Situation Normal (Patreon Commission for Bobert)
🕑 Added 2020-09-22 17:33:34 +0000 UTCBeing called into the boss’ office on a whim wasn’t altogether odd, or even noteworthy; the dragoness was prone to sudden flights of fancy that often bordered on the indecent, but Como took it in as much stride as he could find within himself. He still found the whole idea of… everything, to be slightly difficult to process, and not a day went by that he didn’t pinch himself at least once just to make sure things were actually true, but as the weeks were counted and the calendar’s pages were torn one by one, the lab slowly warmed up to the idea that he might just possibly, maybe, potentially one day enjoy the position he was in. No, what wasn’t normal was the sudden inflexion that Kizoku’s words took when she began talking to him.
It was already hard enough trying to keep his composure whenever he met her face to face. The dragoness was utterly massive, several times larger than him purely in height and build, and if that weren’t enough, her body was possessed of a set of proportions that made his cheeks and loins burn brighter than the sun whenever he was anywhere near her. It was entirely unintentional, as he was trying to remain as profession as he could possibly be (or as professional as an organization like that allowed him), but there was only so much someone could do when one’s boss insisted on either wearing the skimpiest, tightest, most ill-fitting clothes they could find, or decided to just go around fully nude, figuring that no one had the guts to call them out on it (which they didn’t). Como himself did his best to keep his mouth shut, even when Kizoku deliberately angled herself so that the labrador would be almost boobhatted by her immense bust, but things were slowly taking a turn for the better the more he got accustomed to it.
At least until she called him into her office that day, of course.
“Como, I require… personal assistance,” she mused aloud, deliberately pacing her words to let her thick accent drip into them, “assistance of a kind that a young labrador like you will be… best suited for, yes?”
These were dangerous words, and already the poor guy was fidgeting as he wondered just what exactly was being held in store for him. It was literally impossible to tell with her; she kept at least a somewhat teasing tone and domineering attitude regardless of what the tasks she was setting up actually were, leading to such amusing situations as one of their hitmen thinking he was about to be on the receiving end of a titfuck instead being told he needed to murder a high-ranking demon on the other side of the planet, or one of their clerks, terrified that he was about to sent on a drug run, to instead be smothered underneath a single one of the dragoness’ asscheeks. To a certain degree, it was an uncertainty that Kizoku herself bred and played into, thoroughly enjoying one of the small pleasures she made for herself; being the head of an organization like that left her precious little time to appreciate the simpler things in life, so being able to tease her employees was always fun.
For Como, however, nothing she could tell him would be good. Being sent out on an assignment meant inevitably relying on magical powers he did not know how to use yet, while the more intimate alternatives terrified him even more than being told to go kill someone; only the gods knew what that woman was capable of doing to him, given the size disparity, to say nothing of the possibility that she might have some transformation spells ready to go just to make sure he lived up to expectations. The fact that the room was completely empty apart from the two of them left him tremendously nervous as well; Kizoku didn’t usually conduct business without at least a handful of witnesses and clerks around.
“You see, I have been feeling… need. A need, yes,” the dragoness carried on, waving her hand absentmindedly, “very lonely, past few days. No one around to spar with, no one to… test. All my best men are busy, you see.”
She paused for a moment, perhaps hoping that the labrador would respond. Como, for his part, could only nod politely, allowing his boss to keep talking.
“So I thought, Kizoku! Why not call precious Como around, teach him tricks, see how he likes being treated like big boy? You are still much too weak to face me, but you are learning, and that is good. Much better than Jack, much faster than Lizst. You are quite special to me, Como~”
There was absolutely no doubt that her tone was anything but professional. Every word dripped with barely contained lust and her look was as predatory as they came, signalling to the young dog that whatever was about to happen, he was not going to be able to walk right for quite a while after it was done. He tried his best to hide his obvious fear and apprehension, and though he doubted he succeeded, the dragoness said absolutely nothing to that effect.
“Therefore, I wish to call you for a training session. You will join me in the back room, where I will teach you more tricks for you to rely on, yes?”
The verbal tic was nearly always posed as a genuine question, with even Kizoku understanding the value of at least pretending to give people some agency in their life choices. That time, however? That wasn’t a question. Como was going to follow her, he was going to go along with whatever it was she had planned for him, and not only was he not going to complain, he was going to give it his all. Purely so he wouldn’t disappoint her, of course; there were no ulterior motives hidden in that sentence, not one. A wonder, then, that he was sweating so hard for no apparent reason.
It was only then that he remembered he was supposed to actually answer questions, even if they weren’t actually questions at all, but any time he tried to come up with something to say, he instead felt his throat clog up and started thinking it was about to burst from the pressure. He had to be very careful with his words; anything said in jest might be taken seriously, and excessive formality was seen as unbecoming of someone who had attracted the personal attention of a patron as powerful as the dragoness. He was stuck in the most unenviable of places, especially for a newcomer to the whole “demon yakuza underground” scene. Therefore, he thought to himself, there was only a single way out of that. He opened his mouth, closed it, repeated this a few more times, and then finally uttered:
“S-Sure.”
Kizoku seemed taken aback at the response, probably expecting either a lot more stuttering or for Como to try and come up with some excuse as to why he couldn’t be alone with her into a room. Nonetheless, she took it in stride, waving towards a door behind her and waiting for the labrador to step through. It was a deliberate intimidation tactic she employed, forcing her guests to walk by her and have to admire her body from close proximity; it was impossible to avert one’s eyes once she was close enough, with her body seeming to exude some sort of compelling force that made people turn their heads to gaze upon her perfectly honed form. Rippling with well-toned, defined musculature stuffed into clothing that was very obviously too tiny to contain it, groaning loudly whenever the seams were being forced to rip, her colossal breasts jutting out from her chest and promising the brave, bold and stupid a bountiful supply of thick, nutritious cream for them to consume, if only they would service them adequately. Legs as thick as tree trunks, ready to squish whatever opposition there was to her, all of it looming over whoever was unfortunate enough to have to walk beside her. Como had learned a long time ago that if he ever wanted to avoid the poor bastards whose eyes glazed over from “overexposure”, he had to force his feet to keep walking even while his head was wrenched sideways towards the dragoness’ body, until he physically couldn’t see her anymore.
Not that the private office made things any better. The labrador was used to it being so mutable that whatever it was he saw didn’t ever faze him; even in his short time with the organization, he had seen that place take the form of a traditional dojo, a shooting range, a large park with a river in it (somehow), a meeting room that wouldn’t look out of place as the office for a big-shot CEO and even a food storage warehouse, ostensibly kept around by the organization for “last case scenarios”. It was, in essence, whatever Kizoku wanted it to be; and that day, she apparently wanted it to be a very large bedroom covered in lace everywhere, with a king-sized bed of such immense size that her intentions were made perfectly clear without a single more word needing to be exchanged.
That she stepped in right after Como and slammed the door shut behind her only made it all the more obvious.
“So, little Como is ready for his training?” the dragoness chuckled, only really needing to crack her knuckles to really seal the aesthetic being established there, “Or does he want to back off while he still can~?”
This was a ruse. There was no going back through that door until she let him. Or maybe there was and this was all a secret test of his determination and moral character; it was hard to tell with her sometimes.
Figuring that it was best to show deference when it was expected of him, Como carried on with their little charade. As usual, he stripped himself of his shirt and took position a few feet away from Kizoku; this was normally meant to signify that he was ready to start, which with them usually was synonymous with getting blasted off his feet and thrown back hard enough to knock all the air out of his lungs. The dragoness seemed to appreciate her little plaything’s commitment to her bit, to the point where she performed the customary bow before removing her own top… or, to be more precise, grabbed a chunk of it and ripped it off, allowing the rest to fall onto the ground. To say this made Como slightly uncomfortable would be an understatement; he could practically feel every stitch in his pants from how hard he was getting, sweat pouring down his brow as he tried exceedingly hard not to let slip up how aroused he was getting. It was patently obvious to anyone paying the slightest bit of attention, but at least he could take solace in the fiction he built for himself.
Kizoku, meanwhile, didn’t have to do much of anything to completely dominate their “confrontation.” In fact, all that was required of the dragoness was to step forward and closer to her student, until she was right next to him. It was a simple gesture, and yet it did more for establishing her superiority than anything else she could’ve done; words, threats and incantations paled in comparison to simply being as large as she was, her very form more than enough to impose itself upon anyone around her. For Como, a spectacle like that was hard to resist; he was half a second away from falling to his knees when he remembered he was at least supposed to put up some half-baked resistance… then again, didn’t stop his legs from shaking like trees in the wind when he felt the full impact of the dragoness’s mere being.
“What is the matter?” she boomed loudly, “Little Como too afraid of little Kizoku? I thought puppy was fierce warrior, ready to take on all challenges! Surely, Como would not want to disappoint, yes~?”
Without waiting for a response, the labrador’s boss and now-presumed lover turned around and headed for her bed, making sure to rip her pants apart just as effectively as she did her shirt before climbing onto it. Despite its size, it was still trying to hold up someone as titanic as Kizoku; not exactly surprising then that the mattress’ springs creaked loudly enough that Como was genuinely afraid they might pierce someone after a while. The dragoness seemed wholly unaware of this, or more likely didn’t care, choosing instead to turn around in order to give the labrador the best possible view. This had the unfortunate side-effect of covering most of her head, given that her tits were in the way, but the underboob and other such intimate places were more than a fair trade for it. Como could do little but stand there awkwardly, hoping that maybe if he didn’t move, then he wouldn’t be called forth to do something he really, really didn’t want to get involved in. But all it took was that moment of hesitation for Kizoku to start poking at him again.
“Littlest Como should know that when his boss tells him to do something, he asks how quickly he should do it,” she growled, making it patently evident what the lab was supposed to do, “unless, of course, you seem to think you know better than I.”
There was no rhetorical “yes?” attached to the end of the sentence, itself a sign of such unbelievable danger that it made Como’s spine freeze over when he considered the implications. He gulped down his embarrassment and fear, then took a single step forward. And another. And another tinier one, before finally resigning himself to his fate and unbuttoning his pants. There wasn’t going to be any salvation coming for him, not now; no one would ever dare interrupt them unless something terrible had happened, and the last thing he wanted to wish for was other people’s misfortune. Thus, though he found himself shaking all over and barely able to put two thoughts together, he walked up to the bed, fully nude, and began to climb it. Kizoku seemed to appreciate this, as she lowered her legs to give the labrador an easier way up… only to immediately pull them back up the moment she felt him climbing her body, almost sending him flying towards the ceiling! Poor Como had to hold on for dear life, his fingers digging into the dragoness’ muscular legs and only making his arousal all that much worse. It didn’t help that he didn’t even have that much give to exploit; much as he tried to sink his fingers into that pillar of raw power, he felt them practically sliding on its surface, the flesh beneath them packed too tightly to provide any grip whatsoever.
He gulped; this was not going to be easy.
Before he knew it, he was being physically thrown into the air by a simple flick on the dragoness’ part, his meagre weight not nearly enough to let him remain anchored to that glorious behemoth of a woman underneath him. He wasn’t particularly worried about hurting her on the way down; he’d seen Kizoku take literal gunfire to the face without it even so much as making her flinch, so a softie like himself wouldn’t even register in the worst of days. For her at least; he still felt the full brunt of the impact, all air leaving his lungs when he landed firmly between her parted breasts and had both mounds pressed against him, imprisoning him in a sarcophagus that was both constricting, horrifyingly claustrophobic, and yet so alluringly inviting that he found himself slightly drooling. He was still inside a cleavage that was larger than him, and forgetting about that detail was significantly harder than he thought it would be; it was warm, surprisingly soft and just the slightest bit loud, betraying how those things weren’t purely made out of shapely fat. Como couldn’t even feel his boss’ torso anymore, as his body had been deftly moved upwards and into the exclusive grasp of the dragoness’ breasts, kept firmly away from any truly solid surface by way of her hands expertly handling her own bust with him in the middle. It was like a massage, with the slight exception that it was occurring simultaneously around his whole body and he kept feeling progressively more tense as it went on; then again, he seriously doubted any “traditional” masseuse could make him feel half as amazing as Kizoku could.
By the time she was finished, Como’s boss had not only managed to strip her employee of any semblance of resistance he might’ve had, but given herself quite a bit of glazing to the in- and underside of her breasts; though the labrador was pitifully tiny compared to her, she was adept in rolling him around, giving him the chance to cover as much of her breasts in his pre and cum as he ever could without having to resort to some small-scale mountain climbing. Como himself was thoroughly spent already, his eyes unfocused and body limp, after taking such a beating; how could he be expected to last for more than a handful of seconds when he was literally being tumbled around inside a rack that was bigger than he was? If anything, he was confused as to why Kizoku liked it, unless it was a “princess and the pea”-type situation; he couldn’t even begin to imagine how someone as small as him could provide the slightest bit of pleasure for someone like her.
And initially, she did look quite disappointed after pulling her tits to the side again and letting Como slide out, making him feel both inadequate and slightly mortified at what might happen. Luckily for him, she didn’t seem to be finished, giving him another opportunity to prove his worth by pushing his body onto her lower torso and pressing him even further down with a single finger; the lab knew what she was getting at, leaving him even more flabbergasted as to what Kizoku’s true intentions were. Surely she wasn’t expecting him to…
“Little Como is not finished,” she stated, letting the lab know that this wasn’t something he was allowed to disagree with, “grab the oils from the table and get started~”
Oh thank goodness, for a second there he thought he was going to have to try and brave their size difference in a meaningful way! Relieved, the lab slunk down and away from Kizoku, trying to hide just how brightly his blush was burning on his cheeks, clearly visible even through his fur. It took him until he got to the dragoness’ dresser and retrieved several bottles of scented oils for him to process what had just happened; how exactly was being smushed in between a pair of breasts that large and then ordered to go get massage bottles have anything to do with his training? In fact, how did the obvious attempt at seduction have to do with it either? It was almost like his climax had cleared his mind, removed the intrusive thoughts that kept getting in the way whenever Kizoku herself did, and allowed him to truly focus and reflect on what he was going through. Of course, nothing about that made him stop doing what he was told to it in the slightest. The dragoness’ command might be misguided, but it was still hers; disobeying it was nothing if not foolish.
“Are you sure this has to do with my training?” Como asked, only slightly aware of how ridiculous he was sounding, “I mean, I appreciate the rubdown and everything, but what does this have to do with learning magic?”
“Oh, plenty!” Kizoku replied immediately, “Magic requires plenty of stamina, strong body for a strong will. Little Como must learn how to handle self even after exhausted! So, why doesn’t Como climb onto the bed again and get to work making sure his boss is nice and shiny, yes~?”
“This seems highly unorthodox,” the lab complained, nevertheless still doing exactly what was being asked of him, “couldn’t we just… I dunno, do some long-distance running, get a sprint going? Anything that isn’t… this?”
“Are you refusing to obey a command?”
The words dripped with equal parts dread, terror and intimidation, leaving the young lab feeling like he had a large anvil just waiting to be dropped on him at a moment’s notice. He knew, in that moment, that he was going to rub her down and he was going to enjoy it; if need be, he would moan and beg for more like an obedient little puppy, and that’s if he didn’t want Kizoku to do something that would genuinely make him beg for her to stop. Telling that woman “No” was often the shortest way to get assigned to something with a near-zero success chance, and Como liked his cushy position at headquarters.
Besides, it wasn’t that bad; most people would kill to have direct access to Kizoku like the kind the labrador had just been given, and to say he didn’t immensely enjoy the thought of rubbing lotion all over the dragoness’ body would be both factually incorrect and more dishonest than the dealers in the bottom floor of the building. He just wished she was more upfront and honest with him, rather than dressing everything up in a thin layer of pretend civility and excuses; what exactly was wrong with just telling him she wanted a tiny little dog rubbing oil all over her body? Was it a pride thing? Was it establishing dominance? If so, she’d done an absolutely amazing job; Como’s ears were flattened against his skull and his eyes were firmly on the soft scales beneath him, the labrador knowing full well that any attempt at insubordination would be met with the most terrifying kind of gratitude possible.
Handful after handful of soft, syrupy substance greased his palms, leaving him smelling absolutely lovely after just a few moments, considering he had to reach every nook and cranny on Kizoku’s form; it was thus only natural that he ended up getting smeared with a whole bunch of different scents himself, his fur matted in a variety of deeper shades of his original colour, the very air of the bedroom thick with intoxicating aromas. The dragoness appeared to be about as serene as she always was, not even commenting on how her little boytoy was obviously struggling to keep himself even remotely composed, body shaking all over and his grip faltering more and more as time went on. He could feel himself twitch below his waist, biting his lip whenever a tiny spurt burst out from his tip, only really added to the glistening covering of Kizoku’s body. The lab felt his stamina being drained, bit by bit, until he was left in what was practically an endless orgasm; it wasn’t that he was leaking so much as he was constantly in full release, thick ropes of his seed smearing against his belly and onto the dragoness’ body. It would’ve been embarrassing if not for the difference in size ensuring that, to Kizoku, this barely qualified as anything at all; the mini-giantess was firmly accustomed to a certain type of male, one that could actually… fit her. Much as she adored Como and found him to be as adorable as they came, even she had to agree he just wasn’t proper fuck material.
Or at least, his package wasn’t.
She kept on observing him, a smile spreading across her lips as she did so, hoping that the lab would look up and notice. To his credit, Como succeeded in going through the whole of his boss’ lower body and a significant chunk of her torso before his head hit the underside of one of Kizoku’s breasts, prompting him to look upwards, if only to see where he was going… and incidentally catching an eyeful of a very lustful-looking dragoness staring him down like he was going to be her next, biggest meal. He didn’t quite know whether to hide, beg for mercy or throw himself at her with his arms open wide; he settled for freezing in place, hoping nothing bad would come of it. Naturally, this worked about as well as one could expect, giving the dragoness the perfect opportunity to grab him with a single hand and then move him closer to where he could be most useful.
“Honestly, did Little Como think that Kizoku would let him be?” she giggled, “So eager…”
He was getting closer to her nethers again, mind racing with the many possibilities this incurred. Was she going to make him worship her for real that time, rather than just threatening him like all those other times? Was it a bluff, and he was about to be told to fetch even more oils? Certainly didn’t seem like it, considering his body was pressed firmly against her lower lips, held there with two fingers as if Kizoku expected him to do something. Como began to panic, knowing as he did that, no matter how hard he tried, he just wasn’t up to snuff; what was he supposed to do, thrust his hips forwards and hope for the best? He could probably fit his whole body in there and still have enough room left to wiggle, so what hope did his package have?
Kizoku seemed to have this exact same thought as well, given that she didn’t actually stop trying to push him in. At first the labrador simply assumed the dragoness was just trying to keep him in place, locked and without the ability to run away, presumably so that he’d have to do something to please her. If that was the case, then why was the force being put behind those fingers growing ever larger? Why was she moaning out for him, even as he became increasingly unable to hear her? And why, oh goodness why, did her insides have to be so tight?!
The last thing he heard was his own name, repeated back to him in Kizoku’s voice, just before he was forced to plunge inside of her proper, the overwhelming warmth and overpowering scent taking him over and leaving his head a mess of emotions both complex and primal; he wanted to get out, to breathe properly, but he also needed to move in even further, to spread his arms and legs and make the dragoness understand what true pleasure was. He had to keep going, but he had to stop… and yet none of this was in his hands, making everything a moot point. He was little more than a toy for her, something to be used for her own pleasure and amusement, not a lover on equal footing; Como couldn’t even complain about that, seeing as he himself recognized that he was nowhere near the kind of size required to give Kizoku the kind of attention she needed. But was it really necessary for her to grab him by the torso and start using him as some kind of living toy? Because that’s exactly what he was feeling at that moment.
He already had a hard time breathing just from being stuffed inside of her mound, so to suddenly feel her whole hand clamping down on him and squeezing so hard he felt his eyes practically bug out left him barely cognizant of his surroundings; everything turned into a mess of green and red, in quick, alternating sequence, of fresh air and stuffed heat, of release and teasing and a million other things. Agency had been removed from him, reduced to little more than a living, furry dildo… and he was sort of fine with that. Hell, if he could get a few moments of proper breathing in between being plunged headfirst into a dragoness that was more insatiable than a succubus, he could even consider the possibility of coming back and willingly offering himself up again. Better to entertain such thoughts than really think about what was happening to him; it was bad enough that he had to constantly feel his cock spurting so much that he felt like drinking a gallon of water after the two of them were done, he really didn’t need to take in the sights and fully internalize the kind of ordeal he was being put through.
And yet Kizoku refused to let go of him until she was finished, and given the kind of physique that woman had on her, that took a very, very long time indeed. So much so that Como could barely even form thoughts anymore by the end of it, just gasping for breath and occasionally pleading for a cup of water to tide him over; his body was covered from head to toe in the dragoness’ juices, a slick coating giving him a certain amount of shine that rivalled that of the massage oils… and one that was cleaned off by Kizoku gushing furiously when she hit the very limit of her endurance, plunging his body into her own and leaving him there for the duration. If he had his wits about him, the lab might just have cracked a joke about it being the best bath of his life; as it stood, all he could do was lie there and bask in the indulgent obscenity of it all.
By the time she was finished, he barely had anything left to say or do. Without a hand to keep him in, Como slid outside and fell off the bed, no longer able to breathe and fully content in lying there in a puddle of both their fluids. Somewhere above him, straining the bed, Kizoku panted about as hard as he himself did, the room filled with the sort of smell reserved for a very low-class motel room after a particularly rowdy Sunday night. In some far-off place in his mind, Como knew he’d just opened Pandora’s box.
This wasn’t the end of it. Not nearly.
