Imagine getting dommed by a little sister that didn't even try lmao

The secretary sighed contently, pushing her purple hair back tucked behind a dragonic horn. Profits had risen quite a bit during the... Hellhound Incident, but she was quite happy to have it behind her.

Every scream of inarticulate pleasure was because of mind control, dammit. She would NEVER miss that red rocket, that knot tying her to the musky fur of that... filthy... animal... Ahem! Right. Hellhounds are behind her, and she can focus on getting actual work done. Someone has to sort all these reports about bukkake numbers, after all.

With that determination held tight to her fists, she sets about typing with the furious speed and accuracy of a career office lady. This lasts all of five minutes before a pair of pointy dog ears pop up from the other side of her desk, and a cute little paw waves for attention.

She frowns, the smell reaching her nose before she can even stand up to confirm. Standing on the other side of her desk is an adorable little shortstack of a Hellhound, fur the color of precociousness and flame the color of mistakes. Her hair is tied up in pigtails and she's wearing a sparkles and glitter covered little pink dress that is visibly straining to hold her curves in. The dragon's frown deepens. "Can I... help you?" she asks with a sigh. "It smells like my big sister in here! Do ya know where she is? I lost her!" the hound yips back.

Olivia the secretary collapses back into her seat, rubbing her temples. Hellhounds. Every time. "She was... here for awhile. She left. Don't know where she went, so could you also leave?" The little hound tilts her head back and forth in though, pigtails swaying.

"Don't wanna! She'll find me here!" the little hound declares with a massive smile on her face before hopping six feet vertical in the air and landing with a thump on Olivia's desk, every inch of her wobbling and jiggling like the most obscene hentai. "Now listen here you bra---OOF" Olivia starts before being interrupted by the hound smashing her face against her tummy at full force, sniffing loudly enough to be heard two offices over. "You smell like her lots! She must have fucked you sooooo much! I'm jealous!"

Thoughts of how weird Hellhounds are about incest are interrupted by the wet slap of a red rocket against her nose, just as oversized as the rest of the little hound. A moan escapes Olivia's lips without her permission as her brain starts to boil under the scent. Her fingers slip under her skirt without permission either as she starts to fingerfuck herself without realizing it. The hound on her desk tilts her head again and giggles. "Oooooh, big sis really did fuck you lots! You've got slut reflexes!"

A protest tries to form but is quickly replaced with another whorish moan as the scent starts to grow stronger and stronger in her nose, joined by the rest of the shortstack's musk as she crosses her arms behind her head. Drool drips from Olivia's slack lips. "You're kind of a loser!" the hound giggles, drawing another moan from the brain fucked dragon. "One little whiff of little sister musk and you start gooning yourself stupid?" The hound giggles and laughs like the obnoxious brat she is, while Olivia squirts all over her hand.

The brat-hound smacks her cock against her face again to restart the masturbation, repeating over and over until the dragon secretary is drooling a waterfall all over herself and giggling inanely as her sore and cramping hand keeps moving like a blur, keeping her cumming and dumb.

A hole in reality burns into existence and the big sister, fur of order and flame of chaos, steps through. "Lil' sis! Here you are! I was looking for you, and..." the words die in her muzzle as she sees Olivia the braindead gooner huffing her little sister's knot. The two hounds make eye contact and grin, throwing her over the desk with both drooling holes left gaping open. "You did such a good job on her, you get first pick of hole, lil sis!" The tiny hellhound squeals and clambers up on top of Olivia's chair so she can reach her pussy. Olivia's hands never stop brainlessly stroking her clit, even as the two hounds spit roast her for hours, swapping holes every now and then or taking a break to fuck each other. The rest of the building devolves into an orgy from the combined hound scents.

Elsewhere the boss watches from his tablet yet again. "I'm gonna run out of vacation days. Good thing I can just give myself more!" he laughs in capitalist, flipping the live stream back live and watching his bank account rise without any work. Hellhounds are the best.