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Training the Newdies For Skywing937 and Ryan Deer By Draconicon

Working as part of Erotic Implants Incorporated was a pretty good job, particularly when you were one of the beneficiaries of the technology that the company sold. Necross was one such individual, one of the top salesmen that the company had, and only partially due to the bonuses that they had awarded him over the years.

He leaned back at his desk, sniffing the chemical cocktail that would fill the latest product, a prostate-based implant that would give a person's bottom a more appealing pheromone-based scent. Not much in the grand scheme of things, but he could name a number of power-bottoms that would kill for the ability to smell like some bitch in heat, enticing people into their bedrooms.

Or others that would use it for more...focused reasons.

Heh, pity that it needs a bit more work, he thought, putting the ball and its liquid contents back on the table. Barely stirs me enough to get a half-erection. If we want to sell it, it needs something even stronger.

He shook his head, putting it back in its storage box before pulling out a sticky pad. He pulled off a piece of paper wrote a note - Make it stronger - and slapped it on the lid before hitting the call button out of his office.

The folf on the other side picked up almost immediately.

"Yes, sir?"

"I need a runner. And stress relief. Do we have a Newdie running around?"

"There's a stag out here, sir."

"Stag? They're doebucks until they get a suit."

"Yes, sir. Doebuck. Shall I get him, sir?"

"Get her," Necross said, forcing the word out with a bit more emphasis than he meant to. "Then get me a runner to send this thing back to the lab."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

He let go of the button, standing up and walking to the window of his office. It was quite the view from up here, and no surprise there. Erotic Implants Incorporated, EII, was one of the top companies in the luxury industry.

Sex sells, after all, Necross thought as he looked down at the city, and then back up at his own reflection.

He was quite the imposing officer of the company. A dragon of some height, he had a sleek set of horns on the back of his head and the slight fronds of eastern dragon heritage sticking out of the sides of his mouth. Most of his scales were dark, just about black, though he had a hint of the red scales on his underbelly showing through the collar of his shirt.

His wings flexed behind him, and the hint of his sheath showed through his pants as he imagined what the doebuck would look like.

Definitely a new one, so not much in the way of clothes...probably barely more than a skirt and collar, heh.

Click. The door opened, and he turned slightly, just enough to look over his shoulder with one eye.

"Sir, your doebuck is here," the folf said.

"Very good."

Necross turned around the rest of the way, his bare feet resting on the marbled floor as the doebuck was shown into the room. As soon as the dragon got a good look, he had to stifle a smirk.

Oh, the doebuck was definitely a good example of his sort, that was for sure. Curvy in the hips rather than straight and angular the way that some of the stags could be, the little slut was already embracing the sissy sort of nature of his clothes. He walked forward with a sway to his hips and a long step with his hooves, something that made his sway get that much more obvious and that much more pronounced.

He licked his lips as he sat down at his desk, looking the doebuck up and down. There was a slight hint of something under that skirt. It might have been a chastity cage, or it might have been a sheath that was let free. If the latter, the doebuck was probably more qualified than he looked.

If the latter, then it would just be that much more fun to have him here.

"So, how long have you been with EII, doebuck?" Necross asked.

"Just a week, sir," the employee said with a smile and a blush, his hands resting behind his back. "Just getting used to the dress-code."

"Yes, I can see that. Were you given that skirt?"

"No, sir. I offered to wear it, and the higher-ups said yes."

Well, that was something in the doebuck's favor. Most of them argued long and loud about it, and they tended to lose their antlers as a result. This guy seemed to have not only taken his off, but sanded them down, leaving nothing but smooth bumps that looked rather cute rather than intimidating.

The dragon smiled, reaching down below the desk with one hand and flicking his suit pants open. His balls slid out, landing on his seat, and he sent the thought that got the implant going.

It was part of his bonus here. The implants could do pretty much anything for a male's musk, ranging from building it to a cloud of weaponized aphrodisiac to something that forced other males to struggle to keep their own free will. It was not granted to anyone below middle management in the company, but Necross was quite a bit higher than that.

He lifted his legs from the floor, crossing them at the ankles and presenting his feet to the doebuck as the implants just behind his balls kicked into overdrive. Even he could smell his own musk at that point, and it was getting stronger by the second.

Worth every second of the recovery, he thought, suppressing a wince at the memory of how long that had taken after getting the little lumps added to his taint. Every second.

The doebuck's eyes immediately started glazing over, his hips twitching slightly as he seemed to relax. The smell and pheromones were already getting to him, pulling him down into a more submissive state of mind, and he leaned forward, almost touching his chin to the dragon's feet.

"Does...sir need something from me?" the doebuck asked hungrily.

"Of course. But you can start at my soles."

The doebuck knelt immediately, obviously under the effects of the pheromones adding to his arousal and his submissiveness. The eager little slut was happily dragging his - no, her - tongue along the dragon's soles, licking at the flesh and scales and everything in-between, working from the heels all the way up to the toes.

Necross smiled, shifting his position a bit to get a bit more comfortable, his cock starting to rise from his sheath along his belly.

"Then you've had your position as a Newdie explained to you?"

"Not - mmph - completely, sir."

"Then let me explain it. Suck on the toes, now."

He waited until he could feel the doebuck sucking at them to continue. It was rather lovely to feel the quickly-swishing tongue against the digits, and he smiled as he rested one hand on his cock and continued.

"Newdies like you are at the entry-point of the company. You haven't done anything yet, you haven't proven yourselves, and you don't know how we work. As a result, you don't have any privileges just yet. No, you have to earn those.

"Just like you have to earn your clothes. That collar is the only thing that you're guaranteed. Everything else, even that skirt of yours, you only get to keep so long as you please your managers and higher-ups."

"Then...then I must be pleasing someone, sir," the doebuck said.

"Probably. You're pleasing me, at least."

He ground his foot against the side of the deer's face, enjoying the feeling of 'her' cheek beneath his sole. The way that she just devoted herself to him so quickly was always pleasant to watch. Admittedly, it was easy to get with the scent, but it was still pleasing.

"A few more licks, and then you can move up."

"Thank you - mmmph - sir."

Necross spread his legs apart as the doebuck finished with his feet, the good girl getting beneath his desk and crawling towards him. She rested her hands on his thighs, gently nudging them apart so that she could rest her muzzle against the dragon's balls.

"Good girl."

"Mmph...thank you..."

"Keep breathing and licking."

She nodded, getting to work. The soft licks and laps of her tongue were quick to start raising and lowering his balls, making them slick and wet as she worshiped them. Necross felt them bouncing, lifted, lowered, lifted again, and then sucked on.

She was definitely dedicated to her job.

The dragon flexed his legs a bit, wrapping one around her to keep her pinned in place as he continued.

"Anyway, you'll earn more as you work your way up the ranks. The more that you do, the better stuff you'll get. Clothes, eventually. Then orgasms, heh. You'll probably have to trade some of the former for the latter, if you want them. If you don't, then you're ahead of the rest of your group.

"Mmmph...Yes, move up to the cock now...Right. And when you start getting higher, you can start looking down at some of the people that occupy your old position. If you rise to manager, you can start getting implants, implants that'll let you control all those new employees. If you're sent somewhere that doesn't have much of an EII presence yet, you'll want that. It helps control everyone, not just those in the company."

The doebuck was working his cock extensively at that point, and he doubted that she was hearing anything that he was saying. She just had that look on her face that some Newdies got when they were exposed to the proper strength of musk.

Shaking his head, he rested his hand on the doebuck's scalp, gently rubbing her face as she bobbed along. He knew that he wasn't going to cum for a while, so he figured he'd just lay back and enjoy it, feeding her his cock for as long as she could take it.

The End