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Feeding the Mechanic for Diego by Draconicon

Trent the Tetraquine smiled to himself as he walked up and down the halls of the spaceship. The small, squat spacecraft was just big enough for the five bounty hunters that had hired him, and he could already feel that it was going to be cramped and stuffy and more than likely far from private during his time here. Yet, he smiled anyway as the horse-like, four armed creature made his way towards the back of the ship and the captain's quarters, his bare feet leaving small, slimy puddles where he walked.

He paused at the doorway, looking at the captain, a wolf of some sort that walked on two legs. Diego, the captain's name was, and somewhere during their meeting, the canine had mentioned which planet he'd come from. Trent hadn't been paying much attention then, and it didn't really matter now.

The alien smiled as he slipped through the open door, laying his hand on the control plate to close it. A slight twist of his wrist was enough to lock it tight, and by the time that the wolf had turned around, Trent knew that they were completely alone.

"Hello, sir."

"Trent. What are you doing back here?"

"There's a problem back here, and I'm here to fix it."

"I wasn't aware of anything. What kind of problem -"

The Tetraquine chuckled, pushing the captain out of his chair onto his desk. The wolf yelped, but the four-armed alien didn't give him a chance to talk back. Instead, Trent grabbed hold of the wolf's jumpsuit and pulled down the zipper, completely exposing him from chest to groin. He pushed the clothes out of the way, smirking at the sheath that just popped out. It was a matter of utter simplicity to keep the wolf pinned down with two of his arms as he used a third to help the canine's balls out, even as the captain shouted at him.

"What are you doing?!"

"I felt a need back here, captain. I'm...relieving that need."

"I -"

"Besides, you will need to feed me. What else could a Tetraquine feed on but the lust of another?"

Trent laughed at the blush on the captain's face, giving that fat, white-furred sheath a few squeezes until he felt its contained goods start to swell. He pulled his hand down, encouraging the sheath to relax as the tip of the captain's cock started to slide out.

"Heh, look at that. Already so eager to give me what I want. Such a good little snack, aren't you?"

"I'm your -"

"You're a pup with a lot of pent up need, and I look forward to draining it. Now stop talking and keep getting hard."

Trent kept teasing that growing cock and those large, full balls, tempting that cock further and further from its furry home. Every little stroke brought it a bit further out, until it finally seemed to peek at nine inches long. The Tetraquine chuckled.

"That's not a bad length for a dog. I think I'll feed very well on something like this."

"You -"

Again, he didn't let the dog actually speak. Captain or no, Diego needed to learn his place. Trent pushed his fourth and last hand over the captain's lips, keeping him from speaking anymore. Keeping the dog quiet, he leaned down and gave the sheath a little sniff, and shuddered playfully.

"Mmm, someone hasn't had much attention for a while. You know it's bad for you to hold back for too long. I think a certain captain's going to be quite a good food source for me during the journeys. Heh, make sure that you keep these balls nice and full; I'm going to be the only one draining these over our trip."

Ignoring the dog grumbling against his hand, the alien slowly pulled his head back. It would be rather awkward to try and get the captain milked with his hands, particularly as he would have to keep him pinned at the same time. There was a better way, but he needed to know that Diego wasn't going to fight him on it. He looked up.

"I'm going to move my hand. No screaming."

The captain nodded, and Trent took his hand away.

"I don't think either of us will be happy with just a handjob, so I want you to agree to something."

"What?"

"Stay still while I milk that cock of yours."

"I..."

It was the first time that he had seen the captain blush, but Trent had the feeling that it wouldn't be the last. The alien knew that his 'captain' would go along with it now, and he let go of the canine's legs, sitting down in the chair that he'd forced his 'superior' out of.

"Trust me, we'll both enjoy this."

Bringing his slimy feet up to the wolf's exposed cock, Trent squeezed his soles together, hard. The soft squelching sound of his slimy feet pressing together around the cock between them even turned him on, and he groaned as he fought the urge to reach down to his crotch. He had the amrs for it, but he needed to stay focused, as a rumble in his gut reminded him. It had been too long since he'd fed properly.

The wolf definitely seemed to like it. As soon as his slimy soles pressed against that cock, Diego arched his back, almost thrusting his hips forward against Trent's soles. He chuckled at the sight, shaking his head.

"Do we have a little foot slut here?"

"Mmmph...I don't...I'm not admitting -"

"I think we do. My feet might increase your production, but that's not enough to make you groan like that. Yes, you really are just good for feeding after all."

"You're wrong."

"Really?"

The Tetraquine chuckled as he pushed his feet together, harder, grinding his heels against the forming knot at the base of the captain's shaft, while his toes squeezed near the head, pushing the already oozing pre against his flesh. He could feel it getting absorbed, some of his hunger beginning to abate. As soon as he put up the pressure, the captain moaned as well, his legs rising off of the floor and his toes curling, too. Trent laughed.

"See? Nothing but a food source. Already so eager to give it up for me. Hehehehe, you're going to give me so many meals by the time that I leave this ship."

The captain had no response, and Trent wasn't surprised. It was clear that the wolf enjoyed having his cock smothered by feet, and unless he was mistaken, the canine clearly enjoyed the slime on the bottom of the Tetraquine's feet as much as he did the feet themselves. Big, broad soles rubbing up and down the shaft, the heel of one foot grinding against the knot while the toes of the other squeezed the tip, all working to extract the maximum possible level of pleasure from him.

And that wasn't all. Trent looked a bit further down, at the white furred balls on the wolf. They were swelling, as planned. It was subtle, admittedly, and he only saw it because he knew how his slime affected others, but it was definitely there. The orbs were pulsing, stretching in their sac as they started producing at a drastically higher level. Already, he could feel more of the goo slipping over his toes and along his soles, feeding him from the wolf's growing lust.

"That's it, pup. Feed me. Keep oozing all over my feet."

He dragged his huge feet down the shaft, letting it slide between his toes as his heels pressed against those growing balls, resting on them like a pair of pillowy footrests. The captain groaned louder, though Trent wasn't sure if it was because of the pressure or the friction he was putting against them. Maybe both.

Either way, he kept chuckling as he felt the shaft start twitching. Familiar with the signs, he rapidly dragged his feet up and down that shaft, pressing the soles together tightly against the knot every time that he reached the base, then grinding the flat underside of his foot against the tip for a moment at the top before heading down again.

"That's it...just give in to your fate, 'captain'. You're nothing but a little cock toy for me to play with, nothing but a little cum-fountain to keep me fed on the trip. Give in, and you'll have so much fun with it. Give in to me. Give in to my feet."

Either the stimulation or the temptation was too much. Either way, the Tetraquine got exactly what he wanted as he felt the wolf's cock throb beneath his feet. The captain came with a howl and a large, white eruption, and Trent grinned as he held his feet directly above the geysuring cock. Every splatter of cum against his feet was absorbed, giving just enough time for the captain to see it before they were pulled in.

Soon, his belly actually felt full, and the Tetraquine sighed happily, pulling his feet back and letting them land with a 'splat' on the floor. The four armed alien grinned at his captain, nodding his head.

"That was good, pup. I'll probably be back in a couple of hours, so make sure that you -"

"A couple of hours?"

The wolf smiled, and before Trent knew it, the wolf's own feet were pressed against his groin, the white furred paws grinding against his growing bulge. His eyes went wide as the captain licked his lips.

"You think that I'm letting you go with just one load blown? I don't think so. I think you should get those feet up here again, because I can feel another load just waiting to come out...and I know you are still hungry, my Tetraquine friend."

"You -"

"Your skills weren't the only reason I hired you. So why don't you lay back and get back to work..."

Trent hadn't expected this. Most any of his other food sources had been too intimidated by his strength and what had happened to them to even speak up when he was done, let alone suggest anything more. This captain, though, he wasn't suggesting. He was commanding, even if he did it with a grin and a smirk. There was something about it that made it damn clear that there was no going against him.

Reluctantly, Trent slowly raised his feet again. This time, the captain grabbed hold of them, sniffing one before putting them both back down on his cock, which - Trent only then realized - hadn't even started to soften. Diego chuckled.

"Call me a little cum fountain again. I liked that."

You are crazy, he thought as he stared at the captain, his mouth agape as his feet were dragged up and down like toys, squelching and squishing against the wolf's rigid cock flesh. It was only when the captain flicked his toe that the Tetraquine 'woke up' and understood the order.

"Uh...yes...you'll feed me again, my little cum fountain..."

"Hehehe...that's it..."

What have I gotten myself into?

The End