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The Hippo's Helper...Again for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

He wasn't quite sure why he'd come back again. After last time, and everything else that had happened around that hippo, Havok honestly wasn't sure if it was crazy or not to be back on the ship again. The white dragon was half-sure that he was going to end up covered in latex, or turned half-feral, or given a cock bigger than the rest of his body, or some other weird thing if he actually went through with this visit again. Stranger things than that had already happened.

"So why am I here again?"

"Because you want more of my food, Havok, hon. That's why everybody comes back to Maria."

He blushed a bit as his stomach immediately started feeling emptier, and the dragon did everything he could to not reach down and hug himself around the middle. He wasn't actually hungry, as he'd made sure to eat at least a partial meal before coming to the ship. The best defense against food, he'd reasoned, was a full belly.

Then again, there was something about her food. Delicious despite itself, and for some reason, almost addicting.

No, don't think about that, don't think about that. If you think about her food, you're going to get caught in her little web.

Shaking his head rapidly, the white dragon walked towards the edge of the hippo's kitchen, occasionally looking out of the corner of his eye towards the hippo cook. Maria was always in action, moving about just beyond the counter with all sorts of different foods. The lovely hippo - and she was lovely, he had to admit - wore nothing more than an apron, which teased the living hell out of him, particularly when she turned around or was standing with her side towards him. It made it all too easy to see...everything.

Blushing as he looked away and adjusted his erection, the dragon looked back towards the door of the cafeteria. Maybe he should leave...

"Anyway, I'm glad you accepted my invite, hon. I had something realllly special for you to try this time."

"Something - oh, no no no. No. No, not happening, no."

"Come on, Havok, it's just -"

"I'm not trying another bit of food for you. Last time, I ended up as a latex gryphon with a chastity lockdock. I'm not getting into that again."

"But I tested this one."

"Then why do you need me to try it?!"

"Because I know how much you want my food. I know how much you want to please me, big guy. Just one thing? Just one little dish, for me?"

...Dang it. He hated the fact that both his stomach and his crotch were playing against him whenever he visited Maria. Anyone else, all he'd have to deal with would be his stomach, his heart, or his sex drive. Maria somehow played on all three, using affection, his hunger, and his own lust for what she could do against him.

It wasn't fair, and she knew it, and somehow, he couldn't hold it against her.

"Fine. Fine."

"Thank you!"

"But just one, okay? You -"

"Yeah, yeah, it's right here."

Havok turned just in time to get a piece of cake shoved into his hands. Nearly in his face, for that matter, but he stepped back in time to avoid that. Glancing down, the dragon saw that it looked like some sort of chocolate cake...or it would have, were it not for the strange green jelly that was situated throughout it like some sort of oozing vine.

"Uh...what is that?"

"You wouldn't know the name. Go ahead, take a bite."

"Uh, maybe I could -"

"And make sure that you get a good bit of the green thing. That's the biggest bit."

"...Why am I not surprised?"

"Come on, Havok, it's just one thing. All you have to do is just eat it. For me. You said that you would."

Yes, yes he had, and he was immediately starting to regret it. It didn't actually move, but every time that he turned the cake to a different angle, the green thing looked like it had shifted position. It couldn't have, as it was just some sort of jelly, but...it was disconcerting.

Taking a deep breath, he lifted the piece of cake to his mouth. It passed his lips, and he hesitated as it hovered over his tongue. He could see the green thing in his mind's eye, and it was the least appetizing thing that he had ever seen. Did he really -

"Come on, come on!"

Her eagerness made him bite the bullet, or in this case, the cake. It came apart easily, and the texture was wonderful. Even the green stuff was more like some sort of jelly - like cherry icing in some cakes - than anything really bad. The taste was a little off-putting, but it was far from the worst thing he'd tasted. But he would have put it with some sort of butterscotch rather than with the chocolate that Maria had chosen.

He turned to her, and saw that she was grinning like mad. Immediately, he felt nervous, and set the rest of the cake down.

"Maria -"

"Eat the rest of it."

As soon as she spoke, it was like everything else in his mind disappeared. He froze, turning like a robot towards the bit of cake, and started robotically chewing through it. Bite after bite went down his throat, and he barely noticed the taste. Barely noticed anything, as a matter of fact.

It wasn't until he'd finished eating it that he was able to think at all. Shaking his head in shock at what had just happened, he turned to the hippo again.

"What...what was that?"

"Oh, just a little mind control cake. New ingredient, though; Menumb apples, from a planet a few dozen galaxies away."

"What the -"

"Sit."

Just like before, his mind went totally blank as he suddenly went to all fours, sitting down on the ship floor like a dog. The hippo giggled, and slowly, his mind came back again, but slower than before. Much, much slower, leaving him feeling almost hungover.

"M-Maria, please, just -"

"Come."

For the first time, the word she said had more than one meaning in his head. In other situations, he would have come to her. In this case, with a hippo looking down at him, with breasts nearly spilling out of her apron, with her slick and wide hips so easy to see...well, the other meaning was the more powerful one, then and there.

Havok arched his back as he came hard in his pants, the white dragon following the order to 'cum' for her as he soaked his pants. He slumped forward, his mind awash with pleasure even as he tried to pull himself together, tried to get some sort of thought in his mind. But it was so hard...so very hard...

And so was his cock...

And so was the firm hand on the back of his head, pulling him under the apron.

"Heh, don't worry about your thoughts. Don't worry about the food. Don't worry about me or anything else. All you have to worry about is my pussy."

Her pussy. Her pussy. It was all that he had to worry about, and now that the dragon was under her apron, he had a perfect view of it. It was parted slightly, and dripping with her arousal. Her hand pushed him in closer and closer, until his nose was pressed slightly inside of her, and all he could smell was her own arousal.

"Lick."

The command was all he needed to hear for his brain to shut down again and his body to go into auto-pilot. His tongue flicked out, sliding over her pussy and into it. The first gasp was a sign of pleasure, some part of his brain recognized, and he licked again, and again. Each lick brought him droplets of her juices, sticky, slimy, a bit slick, and yet, so fulfilling. His tongue dove into her, searching for more, even as the hippo lifted one of her legs and spread herself open all the further.

He took full advantage, his lips locked against her pussy as his tongue flicked in and out, fucking her in a way that he had always imagined in his other encounters with her. His hands laid limp at his sides, unable to reach up and support her. For that matter, he didn't even think to do it; all he could think of was licking. Licking and tonguing, licking and tasting, licking and pleasuring. Anything that wasn't to do with licking was something inconceivable.

The hippo grinned and moaned above him, and her hand rubbed against his head, keeping him in place and reassuring him that he was doing this right. Havok panted, his lips pressing firmer and firmer against her, her clit so visible on the edge of his snout as he flicked his tongue inside of her. She was gasping, panting. She was so -

"Stop."

He was forced to stop right then and there, and she stepped back. Once more, his mind was awash with confusion, and he felt something, some voice in the back of his head squeaking for attention. It seemed important, somehow. What was it -

"You are going to be a good little dragon, aren't you? Tasting whatever I give you...helping me destress at the end of all the cooking shifts...being a good little dragon for your cook. Does that sound good to you, little dragon?"

He didn't know. It did, and it didn't; he didn't know which was the right answer, nor did he know which was the safer one. He didn't know much, really.

The hippo seemed to understand that.

"Nod."

He did, and she smiled.

"There we are. Such a good, obedient little dragon. You'll be a good little taste tester for me. Now, give me your tail, and I'll keep that in me while I get the next meal of yours started. Don't want to waste any time now, do we?"

He nodded, pushing his tail up to her hand. Havok watched as it disappeared between her legs, and followed as she called for him, trailing her around the kitchen. The dragon wasn't sure how this would go from now on...but he couldn't say that he was unhappy.

It might have been something to do with the fact that she told him to be happy, but then again, who knew? Maybe he did like this.

The End