The Dragon and the Dragonbird I

A lithe and muscular dragonair stood before a much larger and far more muscular lugia, the both of them naked in work boots and gloves. They were in a spacious room with wood floors, brown painted walls, and a wooden ceiling with recessed fluorescent lights. Scattered around the room were large and heavy black leather punching bags suspended by steel chains.

Kypros, the dragonair, tightened a glove, looking over the loog in front of him. The white and blue feathers followed the contours of immense, powerful muscles, a big yet slightly soft constitution, intimidating yet inviting. Kypros looked from TJ's booted feet, the boots almost able to accommodate both of Kypros's feet, up over muscular legs and blue fluffy testicles and sheath. His eyes paused on the sheath, and then continued over the rugged terrain of feathered abdominal flesh to large blue pecs with dull red nipples. Then the dragonair finally looked up the thick white neck to TJ's birdlike complexion.

"You'll make an excellent addition to the team ... I can sense it," said TJ deeply and softly, his gloved hands on his thick feathery hips.

Kypros shifted his booted feet some, his tail swaying slightly. "I donno. This seems odd for a mercenary organization."

TJ chuckled. "Powerful warriors should exude confidence and prestige ... and Don thinks that wearing only the minimum of gear is the best way to achieve this."

"Is that so?" said Kypros, rubbing his blue chin.

"I believe him. I mean, just look at him ... "

The big loog lug eyed over the smaller dragon-type recruit, stepping forward a bit.

" ... just look at you," said TJ, his large red cock sliding out of his fluffy blue sheath, boots thudding on the hardwood floor.

"At me?" said Kypros, backing up a little as the considerable flying-psychic mass nude in leather closed in on him, his heart beating a bit faster, white cock chubbing a bit, the pink glans glistening in the fluorescent light.

TJ backed Kypros up against the wall, the loog's gloved hands forcefully planting against it above the dragonair's shoulders. Kypros swallowed a bit, trying to keep a straight face while his heart raced. He reached up and felt the lugia's powerful arm, while his other gloved hand rubbed at the dragonbird's large tool.

"Most definitely," said TJ as leaned in to lick Kypros on the face.

I wanted to see what a thin dragonair looked like in my getup, so I went ahead and whipped this up. It's :iconKypros: and I about to have a little chat about business, honor, and the best ways to play "hide the salami." We'll see how this "job interview" goes, hmm?

Pokémon, lugia, and dragonair belong to Nintendo, Game Freak, and the Pokémon Company. All rights reserved. Kypros belongs to :iconKypros:, while my loogself belongs to yours truly.