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The Mouse's Mistake For DrakeHavok By Draconicon

Salla looked down at his watch and shook his head.

"He's late."

"I imagine he'll be here shortly, sir. Havok is not known for making people wait."

"Yes, yes. Still..."

The mouse dismissed his butler with a wave of his hand, and the rat left via the porthole at the rear of the room. He supposed Sollon had something to do in one of the side rooms on the way up to the main deck, or perhaps the rat merely wanted to keep his climbing skills in practice. Either way, it didn't matter all that much.

He leaned back in his high-sloped chair, shaking his head again. Two minutes late wasn't much for most people, but when he was trying to recruit someone...

The red-suited mouse put the thought out of his head. With the spare time, he might as well look over the files for this dragon again. With all of his gadgets, that was almost easier done than said.

Case in point, as he flicked his eyes up to the top-left of the eye-holes on his mask. The normal HUD of the world - with his vitals, the ambient gasses in the room, the infra-red and x-ray options - faded away, replaced by a series of file folders that spread out before him. All he had to do was look through them, each one opening after he spent more than a second looking directly at it. Personnel and interview files were buried about five layers down, but that only took him a few seconds to find.

Havok, last name unknown. Species, wingless dragon. Suspected genetic aberration. Known affiliate of Draconicon, Drakina, Thimas, and Cornelius. Strange talent at getting in and out of bad situations, possible supernatural connections. Rumored talents of espionage and physical combat skills...

The document flicked up in his view like it was on a virtual touchscreen, and he slowly shook his head, making sure not to disturb the program. It was...interesting, to say the least. He'd not met with this Havok before, and he was starting to wonder why. The dragon was certainly interesting enough to be worth meeting, and seemed to have sufficient skills to be worth hiring. Not to mention his constant contact with Draconicon and the others would have rendered him quite...experienced, and that was certainly an asset on his crew.

He flicked his eyes to the left and right rapidly, swapping the document out for a 3d image of the dragon. Stripped down, of course. Clothing didn't matter for him in this particular state. Salla spun the image of the dragon around, hmming softly to himself.

Reasonably well hung, if a bit scrawny. A somewhat used rear - Olag won't mind that, but some will - and a fair bit of muscle build-up in the lower legs. Draconicon's probably been using him for footjobs, if he's looking like that...

After a few seconds, Salla dismissed the image. He'd already seen it a number of times, and he was more killing the minutes until Havok showed up than trying to get anything new. Instead, he looked down at the spread of food before him.

It was quite the immaculate light lunch. Small finger sandwiches, little bits and bites of salads, fine cheeses and miniature wine cups; all put together for this lunch by Maria herself, and the mouse's wallet still felt the pinch from getting it all paid for. Salla winced as the dollar signs danced through his head.

However, he imagined it would be worth it. He didn't need the scanners in his mask to tell him that they were all laced with different ingredients capable of lowering one's inhibitions, slowing the thought process, and opening one's mind. He'd ordered her to get that made particularly for this meeting. After all, Havok was interesting enough to keep around, and could very well prove rather useful.

If he ever showed up, that is.

Salla spent another ten minutes going through different files in his mask before he heard the sounds of someone coming down the ship corridor. The mouse dismissed them, and smiled as he finally saw the signature white scales of his invited guest. He stood up, taking his cane from the table as he walked over and offered his hand.

"Good to finally meet you, Havok."

"Yeah, you too, Captain Salla."

"Salla, for now. Captain, if you choose to accept my offer. Please, sit."

The mouse returned to the table, and the dragon followed, sitting on the side nearest the door. Salla pressed down on the top of his cane, and the door swiveled shut, turning the wheel in the middle on its own to seal it shut.

"Well...that's new."

"Oh, just a feature of my ship. Don't worry. You'll get used to it."

"Yeah...maybe."

"Now, why don't we start eating, and I'll lay out my proposal for you?"

The mouse leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable and laying his cane over his lap. He lifted one boot off of the floor, crossing his legs as he cleared his throat.

"You see, I'm quite interested in finding different people, different crew members, different...things, to have on my ship. Anything unique, anything useful, anything interesting tends to catch my eye. It tends to make things more enjoyable for me, if I'm not looking at the same thing all the time, and - you're not paying attention, are you?"

"Hmm?"

Havok looked up from the table, and Salla narrowed his eyes behind the mask. No food had been consumed yet. A bit of a problem.

"Something wrong?"

"Who made all of this?"

"My cook, of course."

"Maria?"

He arched an eyebrow before remembering. Maria had borrowed Havok as a taste-tester a number of times, which meant that he'd know something about her cookery. Damn.

"Yes, she is the ship's cook, after all."

"I...I think I'll avoid eating this, then."

"Oh?"

Salla smiled, crossing his fingers over his cane.

"Why would you do something like that? It seems a little bit rude, to turn down someone's offered lunch. Why don't you at least take a bite before saying that?"

"Why don't you take the food first?"

"I ate before you arrived."

"I -"

"Did not."

Salla tapped the side of his mask, smiling a bit.

"There's nothing left in your stomach, which means that your last meal was well over two hours ago, and there's nothing further along your digestive system, which means that anything that you have consumed has already been eliminated. Thus, you haven't had anything to eat in some time, which should mean that you have room for something."

"...What the hell are you wearing?"

"A lot of technology that quite a few governments would like to get their hands on. Now, will you accept Maria's little lunch, or not?"

"I..."

Salla chuckled to himself. The white dragon's indecision looked surprisingly funny, though he supposed that was partially because Havok just looked so easily embarrassed. The white dragon seemed like he was trying to figure out a way to avoid putting the food in his mouth. Not like there was; Salla had covered the various excuses, and now, there was only one way forward.

Or, so he thought.

Havok moved quickly, grabbing one of the finger sandwiches before leaping across the table. Salla's eyes went wide, and he grabbed for his cane -

Only to have it swept away as Havok leaped at him. It hit the floor with a clatter, and as he opened his mouth to shout, the sandwich was stuffed in his mouth. The mouse's eyes went wide as it went deeper and deeper, and he had only one choice.

Chew or choke.

He chewed before he could stop himself, breaking the sandwich down in his mouth. The first bite released some of the juices in the strange meat, and he groaned as he could already feel its effects spreading through his head. He felt...fuzzy, warm, and more than a little distant from his body. An aphrodisiac and a sedative, then; he recognized the effects.

Havok pulled the remnants of the sandwich away before he could start choking, and Salla coughed slightly as he slumped forward, unable to do anything but finish swallowing the bite. The effects of the food was already running through his body, burning through his crotch and up to his head, and then back down to his feet

Slumped forward as he was, it was a miracle that he wasn't falling into the other plates. He groaned, trying to pull himself up, as Havok snorted.

"I knew it. I knew that you were going to try and drug me. Maria's food always has some weird effect..."

"Wasn't...unpleasant..."

"Uh huh. What the hell was that about? What were you going to do?"

Salla bit his tongue, but there wasn't much he could do. The effects were more powerful than he realized, and the mouse couldn't stop himself from answering. His mind was already bending, already compliant.

"Was gonna...make you join...my crew..."

"Why?"

"Too interesting...too useful..."

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but he couldn't.

"Too...sexy."

"Sexy?'

The mouse slowly nodded, his cheeks burning through the drug's soporific effects. Even though he was getting artificially turned on, there was enough real arousal down there to keep him from getting soft, or be able to fight it.

It had been one of his reasons for trying to recruit Havok, being completely honest. The dragon looked pretty harmless, and looked like someone that he could manipulate into being something of a submissive top. He could have used Havok to get him off a number of times without having to worry about being exposed, or seen by the crew as someone less than his station.

Of course, that wasn't exactly...exactly possible now.

Great, getting hard to think...

He groaned as Havok's arms wrapped around him, pulling him out of his seat. A tail cleared the table, and he was dropped on top of it, laying on his back without any way of getting up. The soporific was making it hard to do anything, everything feeling so heavy, his mind getting so tired, so empty of everything...everything but lust...

The mouse groaned as he felt a scaly hand rubbing over his crotch, squeezing at his bulge. He blushed a bit as his zipper started coming down.

"D-don't..."

"Heh, as if you'd have stopped with me, Salla."

It came down, and so did the mouse's pants and underwear. He groaned softly as his cock was revealed, the stiff length throbbing up and down as it was exposed to the open air...though not moving much, for a very specific reason.

"Heh...wow..."

"Not...a...word..."

"You're, uh...pretty short, aren't you?"

Salla groaned again, his cheeks burning as he was reminded. He couldn't even look down, couldn't see the evidence of the dragon's statement, but he knew what was there. Four inches. Four short, skinny inches hanging out above a pair of balls that were bigger than the dragon's fists, twitching eagerly like some kid that hadn't had his first real fuck.

It only got worse when the dragon wrapped his hands around that length, and Salla moaned as he was touched, spurting pre from the first stroke.

Damn...stupid...hair trigger...

"Heh, either you're backed up to hell and back, or you don't last very long. When's the last time that you fucked anyone, Salla?"

"Nnng...eight...months..."

"Jeeeeeeez. And when's the last time that you were fucked?"

"..."

"Come on, Salla, tell me."

The mouse bit his lips again, trying to hold back, but the drugs and chemicals coursing through his system made it impossible not to follow a direct order.

"Last week..."

"Heh, I'm gonna bet that was Olag. That bear doesn't hold back with anyone. So...you were gonna hire me because I was sexy, huh? Let's see if you think this is sexy..."

Salla couldn't do anything as the dragon stripped him down, pulling off his vest, his shirt, his pants, his underwear. Everything but the mask came off in short order, leaving him naked, except for his -

"You know, Drac did teach me one thing. And that's that a top can always appreciate his bottom's feet. Let's see what you have..."

What little control Salla had left went out the window. Feeling the scaly fingers on his boots, tugging on them and dragging them along his legs and heel, was all he could focus on. The idea that his feet would be bared, taking out of their protective, insulating boots, was terrifying. He was barely holding onto his sanity as it was. If they were suddenly used as well -

One boot popped off, and he moaned from the feeling of the air rushing over his sole. Nothing else, just the air on his foot. His cock throbbed, spewing a loooong string of pre over his belly, and Havok whistled.

"Wow, sensitive feet, huh? No wonder these things are so thick...Man, how long have you been wearing those?"

"Three...days..."

"No wonder they're so...musky...Mmm, let's get a closer look."

It didn't take long for the dragon to rob him of his other shoe, and soon, Salla was flat on his back, his feet in the air. He felt the dragon's bulge grinding against his bare ass, but all of his attention was focused on the way that Havok was nuzzling against his soles.

Forced to look up, he could see how his long soles could completely cover the dragon's face, long enough to reach from the dragon's nose all the way to the back of his head. Havok ground his nose against Salla's heels, and then up towards the toes, and every single touch left the mouse groaning, panting, shivering as he felt every brush of air, every little texture of the dragon's scales. He moaned, even when he tried to stop it.

"Heheheh, look at that. You really are a bit of a foot slut, aren't you?"

"Not...mmmph...yes...."

"I bet you'd cum if I started fucking your feet."

"...May...maybe..."

"Heh, shall we find out, 'captain'?"

Salla couldn't do anything to stop him. All he could do was watch as his feet were brought down, pushed towards the white dragon's crotch. As soon as Havok pulled his pants down, that cock flopped out -

"AH!"

It felt better than he wanted it to, much, much better than he wanted it to. Salla grunted and groaned as the dragon started thrusting between his feet, biting his lips as if he was being fucked normally. Yet, he couldn't stop moaning, his cock starting to legitimately spurt and squirt all over his stomach. It was only pre, but it was so plentiful that it almost looked like a real orgasm if it hadn't been all clear fluid.

Havok chuckled above him, slowly thrusting between his feet. Salla knew that they were sweaty and damp, and so slick from having been in the boots for a while. The mouse's feet didn't need oil, or lube. They produced their own after that long. Thrust, thrust, thrust, that stiffness against the balls of his feet, then sliding down to his arches. It almost tickled, and would have if it didn't feel so good at the same time. He groaned, his cock stiffening further, and further.

He felt Havok press his feet tighter to that stiff dragon cock, forcing him to feel every little texture on it, feel how long it was, how big it was, how stiff it was. It oozed pre against his toes, and the slimy feeling was so, so good. Salla leaned his head back in a long, slow moan, his fingers twitching, trying to curl into fists, but his body was too heavy, too tired to do anything.

Suddenly, Havok thrust up against his toes, and that pushed the mouse over the edge. He arched his back weakly, and came. And came. And came some more.

Feeling almost half-drowned in cum by the time he was done, Salla looked down at himself. His white fur was completely stained, covered in a flood of seed, cum dripping from his neck to his waist from how much he'd shot...only from getting foot fucked.

Havok hadn't even cum from it.

Salla groaned as he was flipped over, his tail grabbed and pulled over his back.

"Heh, now that you've had your fun...how about I have mine?"

This is...not what I had in mind...but it's not too bad... Salla thought as the dragon slid deep into his hole. This, he had been prepared for, and it wasn't so bad...particularly as he had pre-lubed. He had been expecting to use Havok, after all. He just hadn't expected to be used in turn...

The next day...

Salla finally woke up from the stupor that the food had left him in, and the first thing he did was use his cane to see if Havok was still on the ship. Finding that he was, he used a few little buttons on his cane to seal off that section. All doors disappeared, all portholes were gone. Vents were shifted about, leaving tiny little cracks in the wall rather than proper tunnels. Sure, Havok might have a little lightheadedness for a while, but he'd be fine.

The second thing the mouse did was take a shower. It was badly, badly, badly needed, considering his fist-sized balls were reduced to little more than little golf-balls. Not bad for most, but tiny for him.

Well...he certainly has skills, the mouse admitted, as he examined himself. Not hurt or anything, but he was definitely well-stretched, and it almost felt like he'd gotten a foot rammed up his ass. Perhaps he had, at some point; it certainly felt stretched enough for that, and he'd used enough lube.

He smiled. Other pirates, other criminals would be thinking of how to hide this, how to end Havok, how to get revenge for their plans going awry. Oh, he thought about the first...but the rest of it, not at all. Getting around his plans only told him that the other person was worth pursuing as a crew member...and besides, that dragon knew how to fuck.

Sufficiently clean, he got dressed and called up an otter friend, a good lawyer that he knew. He wanted Havok under an iron-clad contract, and since the dragon wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, he had all the time in the world to come up with one.

The End