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Protocol Alpha-Sigma: Stage 3

For Magnus Strange

By Draconicon

Argon slammed his ass back into his cubicle, the red dragon panting hard as he struggled to pull himself back to some state resembling calm. He wasn't having much success, and his limp dick dribbling into his pants wasn't helping anything. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that his ass was almost half again as big as it had been that morning, he would have taken them off and just gone the rest of the day in underwear.

As it was, he didn't trust himself without a couple of layers of cloth between his privates and the rest of the world...not to mention he wasn't sure if he could even get his pants off with his ass as big as it was.

Not even my fault...

He blushed as he reached back, rubbing the stretched back of his slacks. They were pulled tight to his inflated ass cheeks, stretched to the point of near-transparency from the way that Protocol Alpha-Sigma was working on him. Even that slight rub sent a shiver up and down his spine, putting the image of someone fucking his ass back into his head. It took all his willpower to push it back out, and even then, he was barely able to pull his attention back to the computer in front of him.

Hoping that the laughter in the background would keep the rest of his coworkers busy, the dragon put himself back into his work, going through the spreadsheets that the boss had put out for him, and doing his best not to think about Stage 3.

After all, Protocol Alpha-Sigma had a total of four stages, advancing from one to another at the command of the one that had instituted it. So far, Harry had pushed it from Stage 1 (cock shrinking) to Stage 2 (ass growth and 'heat') in less than two hours, which was something of a record as far as he understood it. The other employees disciplined by Protocol Alpha-Sigma had suffered for a full day under most of the different stages.

Either Harry thought that he would break faster, or the zebra was doing his best to make it happen quicker.

A sudden clench in his insides sent a shiver through the dragon. His hole felt so empty, and the mental image of the huge - if soft - cocks that he'd seen in the bathroom remained with him, despite his best efforts to clear it with work. Argon groaned, his ass cheeks clenching together, his pitifully small cock throbbing and oozing into his jeans. He was sitting in a puddle of his pre, and he knew that his musk was spreading from his cubicle to the other parts of the office nearby.

The fact that everybody probably knew that he was under the punishment protocol was scant comfort. He'd seen the way that office politics worked. He knew how they would turn on him if they thought that he was already suffering, and they could push him over the edge. The last thing he needed was for another target to be painted on his back.

Beep.

It was the company's internal messaging system, telling him that he had another message waiting for him. It wasn't from Harry - didn't have that supervisor symbol on it - but he knew that it could still be a trap for him. The dragon hesitated, his cock throbbing and his asshole twitching in need.

Don't think about it. Don't you dare open it. You know it's going to make it worse, he thought. The Protocol feeds on this. The more you tempt yourself, the worse you're going to get. Just...just hold out...don't open it...make them come here if they have to make you do something. Otherwise...just...keep...working.

He put his claws back to the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen as he tapped away at the different numbers, slogging his way through the accounts on the computer. If he could just keep thinking of numbers...

Unfortunately, the bigger the numbers got, the more they started to warp. He groaned, trying to keep dollar signs in front of the amounts, but soon they got sidetracked, flipped to things like meters...feet...inches...

Inches of length...

Inches of thickness...

Inches so deep inside of him...

The dragon groaned, flopping forward onto the desk, holding his hands over his head as his imagination fed him images of cock after cock, throbbing dicks that drooled pre and filled his nose with the scent of musk. Horse cocks, dragon cocks, big fat double dicks from gators and sharks, they were all there in his head. Argon groaned, pushing himself away from the desk.

"I gotta get out of here. Job or not, I'm going to lose my mind."

"Heh, having trouble, little guy?"

He froze, slowly turning in his chair.

Harry. The fucking asshole that had started this whole thing was leaning on the edge of his cubicle, his pants already tented with that same dick that had been tempting him in the bathroom. Argon had to force himself to look back up, to not stare at the zebra's bulge, but it was too late. Harry was already smirking.

"You know, I knew that you'd be one of the easy ones. Why do you think I bounced it forward a stage so fast?"

"Because you think that I'd be able to take it slow."

"Nah. I just thought that you'd break the first time you got a good look at a big enough dick."

"...Well...I didn't."

"Yet."

The zebra stepped into his cubicle, taking a seat at the edge of Argon's desk. Against his wishes, the dragon kept quiet. The whole thing had started because management thought that he was arrogant, getting above himself. The last thing he needed to do was show them that they were right.

Or is that the Protocol messing with my head again? he wondered, knowing that the magic could strip dominance from someone if they weren't careful.

Harry leaned back, the fat bulge in his crotch nearly in the dragon's face as he started talking.

"I've made some bets with the rest of management. Some of them think that you could outlast this curse. Maybe even get a promotion out of it. Me? I doubt it. I think that you're one of those guys that talks a big game, but can never really work up the nerve actually to follow through on any of it."

"You'll see. All I have to do is wait this out."

"Heh, see? That's just what I'm talking about."

The zebra leaned in, whispering in his earhole.

"A real man wouldn't just sit there in his juices and wait for someone to rescue him. He'd make it happen. No matter the cost. No, you're not a man. You're barely even a boy, and by the time Stage 4 kicks in, you're not even going to be that."

"..."

"I'll see you later, cock-sleeve."

As Harry stood up and walked away, Argon did everything in his power to keep focused on the zebra's ass. He forced himself to think about his cock pounding away at that rounded rump, think about fucking that muscled ass until it was broken and gaping before him. If he could keep that in his head, he had a chance.

He kept thinking about it, forcing himself to be turned on until the zebra was out of sight. As soon as he was, the dragon turned back to his desk, taking a few deep breaths.

He hasn't activated Stage 3 yet. I'm in heat, and I'm horny, but I'm not quite broken down to slut stage yet.

That beeping message notification on his screen drew his eyes to it again, begging him to open it, but he knew better. More than likely, that was Harry having sent the message to start Stage 3. It wasn't a good thing to do, ignoring messages, but it was better than getting stuck with that again.

Taking a few deep breaths and pushing the image of the zebra's cock out of his head, Argon pushed himself back to work. The accounts. Just do the accounts. Don't think of them as inches of cock, think of them as measurements of buildings, or something like that. Just...keep working, and don't let him get to you.

It didn't help much to keep thinking that, particularly as the chatter from the other cubicles started getting loud enough for him to hear it.

"How long you think Argon's gonna last?"

"That pussy? Maybe for two hours."

"Two hours? I was giving him thirty minutes."

"Never know. Dragons, after all."

"Yeah, but they're the biggest sluts of all. They're just secret about it."

"Heh, you remember that black dragon a while back? He just threw himself right into it, sucking cock and licking ass all day long."

"Wonder if Argon's thinking of bending over yet."

He hadn't been until they started talking loud enough for him to hear them. He wondered if that was part of the plan, or if it was just a happy accident for them. Either way, it had his hole twitching again, his insides heating up and begging for a cock. Shaking his head, he forced himself back to the computer screen. He dragged the mouse to the save icon -

"Argon!"

The sudden shout surprised him. He jerked, bumping his desk, his mouse sliding -

Ding.

It hit the message button. A new window opened up, and right there, staring back at him, was the message from Harry that he'd been dreading.

Stage 3, little bitch.

Argon groaned, leaning forward against his desk as he felt the heat spreading from his hole through the rest of his body. A deep state of arousal burned from his balls to his ass, and then up through the rest of his body. His nipples hardened against his shirt, making every little twitch of his body drag the cloth against them and send small ripples of pleasure through his head. His body went super-sensitive from head to toe as if everything had become an erogenous zone, and it was like a fire had been lit in the back of his head.

Stage 3...what...what was Stage 3? Hot...heat...heat was 2...

He struggled to remember it, even when a friendly coworker walked up behind him. A big hand grabbed him by the shoulder, and he moaned. Not a grunt, not a hum, but a moan at the touch of another guy.

Stage 3. Everything's Good.

He remembered now. Stage 3 made just about everything feel right. It wasn't just that he no longer had the big dick to give him confidence, nor the fact that he had a big, sensitive ass that was begging for attention unless he had a very good distraction. No, this was something else. This made his entire body feel like one giant dick, making every touch feel lovely, like a slow suck along the tip of his dick.

Nnngh...gonna be... hard to think through that.

The red dragon took a few deep breaths, trying not to think about the way that his shirt rose and fell, rubbing against every scale on his torso like a full body massage mixed with a direct zap to the pleasure nerves under his scales. It was almost impossible to pull his thoughts together again, but he managed it. Barely.

He turned around, finding himself face to face with Jack, an orca that had been working on the other side of the floor for a few months. The orca looked him in the eye, and the dragon knew that his status had been clocked already.

"Stage 3 already?"

"Fucking hell..."

"You know, that'd be really easy to mess with."

"Jack, what do you want?"

"Well, what I wanted was some of your help with the shipping numbers."

"Sure."

"But what I want now..."

Shit.

Argon tried to get to his feet, but Jack was faster. A smooth-palmed hand shoved him right back down, and the orca was soon straddling him, pinning him back in his chair. Argon had to put everything into not moaning as the bigger male pushed him down, squeezing his shoulders, and he had nothing left to defend himself with.

"You asshole!"

"Nah, that's what you are. A big guy is throwing his weight around. Trying to get further up the ladder by ditching some of his friends. You deserve this."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you, man. Fuck you. And that's just what I'm going to do."

The orca brought one hand back, the big guy already unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick. Argon stared at the big pink thing, the whip-like genitalia already moving up towards his face. He clenched his jaws shut tight, but he had forgotten about his sensitivity.

"Mmmph...mmmph!"

He grunted through clenched teeth as the cock slid along his lips, almost pushing inside of his mouth twice. The feeling of the slippery thing trying to invade his mouth was almost disgusting. Almost.

Instead, there was a layer of pleasure under it, almost like he was getting a blowjob instead of being forced to give one. He shivered, his cock throbbing harder and harder, so small in his pants that it was almost a clit instead of a cock. His balls had nearly disappeared from view, but god, he could feel them pumping. They were drenching the inside of his pants, soaking them through so much that he felt like he had pissed himself.

He was sitting in a puddle as Jack ground against his face, that thick shaft nudging his lips, again and again, teasing him with what he could be having if he just opened his mouth. The thick musk in the air didn't help either, making him think about how he'd done the same thing to other people in and out of the company.

Fuck, fuck...don't open...don't open...

But the heat was moving, shifting from his ass to his mouth. There was a hunger in his throat, a need for the feeling of that cock sliding inside of him, a need to feel that thing in his mouth, to taste it, to enjoy the feeling of it running along his tongue and down his throat. The hunger was building with each passing second, and he could feel his jaws getting a bit loose, a bit less clenched.

And Jack knew it, laughing at him.

"Look at you. Not even able to hold back from this. I thought you dragons were supposed to be big and strong."

"Get...off..."

He grunted out his anger, but it was a mistake. The tip of that flexible shaft passed between his lips, and he tasted it. Only for a second, only for a split second at that matter, but it was still enough.

"Mmmmph!"

He bucked his hips forward, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the pre running along his tongue, the salty taste slipping along the taste buds and then against the roof of his mouth as he tried to grind it off his tongue. The saltiness, the thickness, the sheer power of it, was beyond description.

And it was burning away in his head. The taste pulled him to beg for more, to push for more. He wanted it, didn't he? He wanted to have all of that in his mouth, flooding his throat, cumming down into his belly. He wanted to be a good little bitch.

No...no!

With a wrench of effort that cost him everything, the dragon managed to force the orca off him and out of his cubicle. Argon lunched to his feet, feeling his pre running down his legs and into his socks. Everything squelched as he ran out of the cubicle, his eyes glazed, and his steps wobbly.

"Hehehe, you might get away from me, but you can't get away from the Protocol, Argon! You'll get caught eventually!"

He didn't care. He just had to get away from his desk, away from that. The hunger was still there in the back of his throat, and the dragon didn't know what he could do. He just had to run. Had to flee. Had to get the hell out.

He ran from the floor to the elevator, every step agony. The feeling of his slacks grinding back against his ass, the feeling of his shoes clenching tighter around his feet as they soaked with his precum, the feeling of his underwear getting stuck against his front...it all added up to a total temptation that would not stop.

He moaned as he started the elevator up, pulling the door shut and hoping that nobody else was riding it. His scent was already filling the small space, and he swore that something had changed about his pheromones. It was more robust, his musk spicier and hotter, but there was something else to it. Something that made his ass clench tighter.

Damn it...am I really producing heat pheromones now? This isn't fair!

Then again, Protocol Alpha-Sigma never was fair. It was meant to weed out those who couldn't take leadership, pretending to be tops and dominant people in the industry that weren't cut out for it. He was someone that had to be cut out for it, considering how well he'd been doing, but...but this was so hard.

Down, down, down the floors, he went, descending from the offices to the storage rooms, and then further still, making his way towards the lower floors. He panted, slowly catching his breath, trying to ignore how soaked he'd become and how horny he still was. It wasn't making things better to think about that, mainly as his clothes clung to him and rubbed his sensitive body with every movement he made.

And his ass...

If his nipples were sensitive, his ass was on fire. He felt like it had swollen to a size that the slacks couldn't hold anymore, and he wasn't sure if he imagined the ripping sounds any longer. He thought that maybe, he might be able to keep them together for the rest of the day, but he was no longer so sure. He might just end up having to throw them out before he got home.

Can I get home? Will the Protocol let me?

That was the question. He didn't know if he would be able to get out of the building, let alone get down the street and to the subway to get home, but he had to try. The longer he was around his coworkers, the longer he was exposed to people who knew about Protocol Alpha-Sigma, the worse his chances were. He had to try.

The elevator stopped, but not in an empty lobby. Argon pulled himself to the side of the elevator just in time to avoid being spotted by people in bigger suits.

CEO, and the execs...fuck...

If they saw him like this, then his job was over. The whole point of Protocol Alpha-Sigma was to do this out of the sight of the big guys. If they saw him showing enough weakness to have the Protocol called down on him, he would be fired regardless of his situation. Damn damn damn!

He stayed in the elevator until the doors closed. After a moment's thought, he took it back up to the third floor. He could walk down from there, and the bosses wouldn't see him. He hoped.

The dragon stepped out of the metal cube and made his way to the stairwell. Nobody was out there in the hallway, so he didn't feel that bad about dripping pre on the carpet. He felt better than he did, leaving it in the elevator, at the very least, no need to make a bigger mess than he already had.

However, he hadn't gotten away from trouble just yet.

As soon as he stepped into the stairwell and shut the door behind him, someone grabbed him from behind. One arm around his neck, one hand on his dick, and the touch had him moaning, sticking his ass backwards. He felt a thick shaft waiting for him, something big, something thick...something flared.

Harry had found him again.

"What did I tell you, hmm?"

"Nnngh...get...off..."

"No, that's what you're going to be doing in a minute. And what you're going to be helping me do for the next few years."

"Let go!"

He squirmed, trying to break free, but it only made it harder to think. His eyes glazed over a bit as he felt the pressure of that big dick against his backside, feeling the sheer size of it and the power that it had behind it. This was the cock of a man that belonged at the top, the shaft of someone that needed, deserved to rule over people.

He could take that up his ass and find his place. That would not be that big a deal...

Feeling the Protocol pushing at his mind again, he pushed back, trying to wriggle out of the zebra's grip. It was nearly impossible, though. The big guy had him in a tight grip, and each time he fought it, he felt a paroxysm of pleasure run through him, nearly knocking him to his knees every time.

"You know, I thought that dragons put up a better fight than this," the zebra said. "Seriously, a little bitch like you, I thought you could at least get a punch or two in. But all you have is a bit of squirming. All you can do is resist just enough to get someone that little bit harder. No wonder the Protocol is working so well on you."

"Fuck...off...Just let me...let me go!"

"Heh, how about I let your pants go, instead?"

The zebra pushed him but pulled on his tail at the same time. The dragon went forward about three feet; his tail went up, he came to a stop -

RIIIIIP!

And his pants came right off. His ass ripped through the back of his slacks with the help of his tail, and the rip kept spreading, taking his pants from him in one short move. The dragon's eyes went wide at the feeling of cool air rushing by his privates, and he barely held back the urge to cover himself.

The zebra laughed, pulling him back again, and this time he finally felt a bulge against his bare ass. His scales seemed to heat up at the touch of the flared horse cock just beneath Harry's pants, and he moaned under his breath, unable to hold it back any longer.

"Yes, see? You're just a good little bitch way down there. All I did was bring it out."

"You put it there."

"Didn't. You just didn't want to admit that you were a little tail-raiser, a little fuck toy that just had delusions of being on top."

He shivered, the idea running through his head with more appeal than he wanted to admit. For all the people that he had fucked in his life, the dragon was hornier now than he had ever been, and it took more than he had to him to remember that it was mostly due to the Protocol.

Trying to pull away didn't work. His muscles barely obeyed him enough to keep him upright. The zebra's hands reached around, pulling at his balls, tugging them back out as much as they could at least. They were so small, barely the size of marbles and his cock was little more than the end of someone's finger now.

Harry laughed.

"How's it feel to have something bigger than this ever was pressed up against your ass, huh?"

"Nnngh..."

"How's it feel, slut?"

The zebra spanked him, and he jumped from pure shock. The idea that he had fallen this far, the fact that he had come this close to losing himself completely shocked him. He wanted to fight more, he tried to break through and get out, but there was something that had given up. There was a part of him that no longer had the ability to fight.

Argon groaned as a finger slipped between his ass cheeks, rubbing his hole and teasing it open with a few little circular motions. He panted for breath, his heart hammering against his rib cage, and the zebra chuckled again.

"Yes, you love it. You want it, don't you? You want me to bend you over the railing and fuck the living daylights out of you until someone comes to see."

"Nnngh...please...I don't..."

He didn't want that. He wanted to keep his old life. He wanted to be a good member of the company, someone that did as much hard work as everyone else, that wanted to do the right thing and keep...keep...

It was so hard to think, and it only got more challenging as the zebra rammed that finger inside of him. Argon moaned, his eyes rolling back, his arms slack at his side as his tongue hung out of his mouth. His eyes were glazed over, his body shaking from head to toe.

And then, the zebra pushed down right on his prostate.

It was something that seemed to send an explosion through him. Four shots of cum left his dick, landing right on the ground in front of him. His mind went blank, almost like a computer trying to reboot, and his body felt like the fire that had filled it had suddenly roared up like an inferno. He tried to scream, but his throat wouldn't let him, his lungs not full enough to pull that off.

He moaned, instead. He moaned and moaned and moaned some more as his ass was milked with that one talented finger. He felt it sliding in and out, in and out, thrusting deeper and deeper with each passing second.

"Hehehe, that's it, dragon. Let it all out. Become a dumb little slut dragon for the company. That's all that you were ever good for, and it's all that you'll ever be."

He shivered, trying to shake his head, trying to deny the idea and its appeal, but there was no denying it. All he could do was moaned as one finger became two, then three, then four, his hole loosening quickly for the zebra's fingers. He was getting pumped and punched back there, his ass cheeks rippling like those of a good whore, his eyes rolling back further and his mouth opening wider as he drooled on himself.

Every punch pushed out an orgasm by this point, the pleasure a rolling wave that he could no longer deny. He wanted to say something, to push Harry back for a second, to beg for a moment of relief, but it never came. The words were too hard for him to form, the thoughts too complicated for him to conceive.

Finally, the zebra's hand pulled back, letting him fall to his knees. He coughed, sputtering for breath, his cock still tingling and tiny, but hard as hell. The dragon tried to reach for the railing, but he couldn't reach it. He was too weak, too tired.

The zebra pulled him to his feet, throwing him against it. His top half flopped over the metal bar, while his lower half rested on feet that were soaked with seed.

"Hehehe, always did think you had a fat ass. Now you got a real one. Big, round...begging to be fucked."

Fucked. The word penetrated the lust-addled fog that had replaced Argon's brain. He needed dick. Needed to be fucked. He wanted it more than he wanted anything else, and he could get it now if he wanted.

He pushed his tail up, holding one ass cheek and pulling it to the side to expose his hole. He swore that it was soaked with his own seed from how much he had been leaking in his chair. Or perhaps he had cum enough that some of it started leaking down during the prostate milking. In either case, it was lubed.

The flared head pressed against his asshole, almost pushing right in from the start. Argon moaned the need for that dick climbing faster than he believed possible. He wanted to push back and ride it already, wanted to feel it claiming him, thrusting into him and ripping through the little barriers of tightness and virginity. He just wanted to feel it, wanted to have it break him now.

"One thrust and the Protocol wins. One thrust and you give yourself up for the rest of your life. Remember that, Argon, hmm? Remember that you're the one that surrendered yourself here."

The words didn't get through his skull. He didn't know what they meant. He just knew that he wanted this. He wanted all of this.

The zebra thrust forward, and the dragon screamed, his pleasure returned to him, the fog settling in like a permanent mist in his mind. All thought was squelched, all worries suppressed, all hunger for anything but cock and fucking pushed out of his head. Musk, the robust and hearty musk of the zebra, filled his nose as he was fucked full again and again, and his eyes went blank.

Yes...slut...slut Sigma...Protocol Alpha-Sigma success...

He moaned, his eyes closing tighter as he fell into the reprogramming that all those that failed the test did. As his body was rutted, as his mind was fucked out of his skull, his personality was being rewritten; his independence sucked away, his job purpose re-written. He was no longer responsible for the accounts, for shipping numbers, for inventory. The only numbers that mattered were how many orgasms that he had managed to cause in the day.

And that number was going to have to be high.

The dragon felt the power pressing down in his head, claiming the last bit of him.

"Cum...cum...need cock...need cum..."

His hips started moving on their own, taking the more oversized zebra into him, and Harry chuckled.

"That's it, whore. That's it. Embrace it. Be what you were meant to be."

"Meant...meant to be...I'm a...I'm a whore!"

The shout echoed up through the stairwell, and somewhere, way, way above his head, he heard a cheer. Other people would have heard the announcement, and they would pass it on.

Good, he thought. He needed new clients.

The End