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The Butler's Other Duties Starring Sollon and Salla By Draconicon

The rat steadied the edge of the rolling table as the Caravel rocked to the side. A few of his tools and a single vial rolled along the cloth-covered tray, but stopped well before reaching the edge. Sollon shook his head, continuing down the central corridor of his master's ship. A storm was hardly an ideal time for Salla's treatment, but the rat knew the master had brought it on himself.

Several crewmen dressed in little more than leather pants rushed down the hallway towards one ladder or another, sidling around him with little more than a nod. The only one to give more was a polar bear, who smirked at the tools on Sollon's table.

"The fucking captain needs his 'treatment' again?"

"Yes, Olag. The Captain is in the midst of a breakdown."

"Heh, ya need some help?"

"None that you could provide. I believe there is a storm going on, so would you be so kind as to join the rest of the crew in keeping us on course?"

Olag laughed, clapping the rat on the shoulder. If Sollon hadn't braced himself, he would have fallen to his knees from the force of the impact. The bear barreled up one of the ladders, calling out orders to the rest of the crew handling the ship. The rat shook his head and continued on.

The metal hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly, which he supposed it did. The G.A.T.E. system that the Caravel carried tended to blur reality in a variety of ways. This was but one of the more inconvenient methods by which it did it.

Another wave hit the side of the ship, and he stopped in his tracks as the Caravel started to roll. He waited to see if the ship would turn a full ninety degrees - it had happened in the past - but it stopped halfway to such an extreme level. The rat let the ship even out again, then continued on his way.

Suddenly the corridor seemed to snap, the eternal hallway shortening to something barely more than twenty feet long. Sollon kept one hand on the cart and pressed the other to the wall, dragging a gloved finger from hatch to hatch. The doors were barely inches apart after the latest shift, but he knew that the quarters themselves would be left untouched.

"One, two, three..." He counted down the doors until he reached a count of seven. A quick spin of the wheel along the door opened it, and he turned his tray to face the opening.

"Good evening, Captain Salla. I hope you are -"

"Get me out of this thing, or so help me, Sollon, I'll turn you into a flounder!"

"- comfortable."

He ignored the threat from the restrained mouse. The Captain frequently made such threats when he was in the middle of a breakdown, and they were never delivered on. It might have been more viable if Salla was free and wielding his cane, but the chaotic thing was back in the Captain's Quarters, half the ship away from him.

As the mouse continued to threaten Sollon with tortures both imaginable and un from his x-frame, the rat unwrapped the cloth from his tools. A gentle nudge of his foot locked the rolling table in place, magnetizing it to the floor.

"Are you even listening to me, Sollon?"

"I'm always listening, Captain. I believe the last threat was to raise Cthulhu from the depths and throw me into his tentacles, actually."

"Well...at least you're listening."

Sollon slid off the white gloves of his station, only to replace them with a pair of latex gloves. They snapped around his wrists, tightening until they looked like a ghostly part of his body. The tigress had done well, creating completely vacuum-sealed gloves. They were slightly problematic, in that they could start causing cell death if they were worn for too long, but they prevented anything from getting through.

The other tools were simple enough. There were several bottles of lubricants and oils, as well as a speculum, four widths of sounding probes, and a number of vibrators and other insertions. He ran his finger over several of the bottles before selecting a yellow one, carrying it with him as he walked to the captain's x-frame.

Despite having been restrained for the last hour, Salla showed no sign of flagging energy. The white mouse had been stripped of his uniform, leaving him naked on the frame. Despite his legs being spread wide, the mouse's sac looked like it was being held in a vise between his thighs, the tremendous orbs looking painfully squeezed. Sollon shook his head, lifting them up and letting them rest on Salla's thighs rather than between them.

The mouse's sigh of relief was echoed in a twitch of his cock. Though the Captain's shaft was barely four inches long - and that was with a generous ruler, Sollon knew - it throbbed with the desperation of a stallion sniffing a mare in heat. The short length was drenched in pre-cum, to the point where the rat set the bottle of oil down. He wouldn't need it.

Salla looked up at him as the bottle clicked against a nearby table, and the mouse's eyes - formerly crazed and suspicious - narrowed.

"Are you going to let me out, Sollon? I don't need to be here, you know. I'm completely fine."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Captain."

"Sollon, you've been working with me for years. You know I'm fine. You know I can handle myself."

"Captain, how long has it been since you took any crew members to your chambers?"

"Come on, you know I don't -"

"Captain, I am your servant, but part of my duties include caring for your well-being when you are not able to make decisions rationally. How long has it been?"

The mouse grumbled, turning his head away. He muttered something.

"Please repeat that, sir?"

"...two months."

"I see. I suppose that explains why you leaped onto a table and begged our quartermaster to...how did you put it? 'Fuck you until the ship could fit up your ass'?"

The mouse blushed. Sollon didn't need the Captain to confirm that he was right. Even lacking physical evidence, he never forgot what he saw, and Salla's little 'performance' in the mess hall had been more than memorable.

"As you can see, sir, you do require treatment, and you are lucky that I haven't allowed Olag to give it."

"I'd prefer something like that right now."

"Yes, judging by the twitching of your hole, I imagine you would. But let us save some indignities for another time."

He shook his head as he wrapped his fingers around the mouse's shaft. Salla immediately moaned, but the rat ignored the sound, just stroking his hand up and down the throbbing cock. Instantly the flow of pre dripping from the Captain doubled, to the point where each motion of his hand was slick and slimy, not to mention loud.

Sollon sat impassively as he gave his Captain a handjob, squeezing around the tip and circling it before pulling his hand back down to the base. They were short movements, given the mouse's lack of length, but it was enough to leave Salla groaning and squirming in his restraints. The mouse tried and failed to buck upwards against the rat's grip, gritting his teeth at the bindings that held him down.

The rat brought his other hand down to Salla's sac, gently fondling it. His gentlest touch brought still more pre-cum out, leaving the gloves drenched with the musky substance.

"Sollon, can't you go...mph...any faster?"

"I cannot, Captain. You know how the treatment must progress."

"Mmmph, fuck...now I know...I'd prefer Olag."

"You could have had any crew member in the last two months, but you decided not to, sir. This is simply the result."

Salla didn't last long before the rat's fingers brought him over the edge. As the mouse squirmed again, his cock sprayed a healthy load of four shots of cum, landing along his fur and sinking into it. Sollon continued his strokes, even when Salla started to pant and whimper. Up and down, up and down his gloved fingers went, teasing out more of the mouse's seed and keeping him hard. Despite the impressive orgasm, the mouse's sac had barely shrunk. The treatment was never concluded with a single orgasm, Sollon knew from experience. He would simply have to keep milking this from his master.

The rat's fingers squelched around the Captain's shaft as he squeezed it, the simple grip sliding along Salla's shaft with little more than that pressure due to the increased slickness. He squeezed and released, letting his grip carry his hand up and down as he ignored Salla's pleading whimpers.

A second, and then a third orgasm were milked from the mouse, each one just as large as the one before it. Sollon shook his head as the mouse's fur started to show signs of the cum covering it, the white fur turning slightly yellow at the edge as it was matted down by his seed.

He pulled his hand away. As Salla gasped in relief, Sollon stood up and walked to the tray, stripping his gloves off in the process. They slid off and began dripping into the garbage bucket that he had brought along. His hands stung as they were exposed to air again, but a quick massage to the palms relieved them of the worst of it.

As his Captain caught his breath, Sollon examined his other tools. The speculum was a thought, but he dismissed it. What toys he had were sufficiently sized to penetrate the Captain without that sort of help, and he did not wish to move on to fisting unless it was required. The last time that he'd been forced to milk Salla in that fashion, it had taken him hours to bring the mouse back to his normal mindset.

Eventually, he selected one of the sounding rods and a medium horse-cast shaft. Silently thanking the gunner for taking the time to let his shaft be cast as a toy, the rat pulled on a new pair of gloves and returned to the task at hand.

Salla shuddered, closing his eyes as the rat dragged the sounding rod through the mess of mouse cum covering his crotch. Sollon gripped Salla's shaft, squeezing it until the urethra opened, and slowly started sliding the probe inside. The mouse immediately yelped, but Sollon continued the slow penetration of his Captain's cock until the seven inches of probe were completely sheathed inside of him.

Despite the mouse's prodigious pre-cum production, Sollon used the lubricant he'd chosen before to prepare the dildo. He noticed Salla staring at it out of the corner of his eye, and suppressed a sigh. It was merely part of the breakdown, but seeing the formerly commanding mouse reduced to silent begging was always a sad sight. With a resigned shake of his head, he lifted the mouse's sac and started probing around for his hole.

It wasn't hard to find. Despite going two months without a partner, Sollon wouldn't have been surprised if Salla had found a way to start fisting himself due to the looseness back there. A pity that the self-molestation didn't prevent this sort of breakdown, but it was what it was. He pushed the dildo in, letting it glide forward as the mouse moaned contentedly.

Rather than thrust it in and out, Sollon pressed it in up to the base, and then reached for the table again. He retrieved a roll of waterproof tape and used it to hold the dildo in place, taping it to the mouse's hole.

"Sollon, that better not be a new way to try waxing me."

"No, sir, it is simply a way to expedite your treatment."

Using his tail, the rat nudged a panel on the rolling table, revealing a hidden console. A number of buttons stood out, labeled with such words as Vibrate, Grow, and Squirt. Each button lay beneath a picture of a different tool, and two of them were assigned to the sounding rods and the dildo within the mouse's hole.

Sollon pulled a book out from one of the lower levels of the table, sitting down by the frame. His tail hovered over the other buttons as Salla broke out in a sweat.

"You can't be serious."

"I am never anything but serious, Captain. This will speed up your treatment by nearly three hours, according to Tatyana."

"And you believe that?! The last time she promised something like that, I got stuck in a milking machine for three weeks!"

"Yes, and you didn't have a breakdown afterwards for nearly a year. I believe the trade-off was worth it."

The rat pressed the vibrate buttons for both the sounding rod and the dildo, cutting off his master's retort. As the Captain squirmed and moaned and screamed in pleasure at the top of his lungs, Sollon turned to his book. He crossed one leg over the other, and settled in to enjoy the rest of Treasure Island.

The End