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Salla's Plans by Draconicon

"Hmm. This is a complication, now isn't it?"

Salla tugged at the bindings on his wrists, wriggling back and forth for a few minutes before giving up. The red-suited mouse might have been able to slip out of the ropes, but not without considerable - not to mention attention grabbing - efforts. Better to wait, he believed, than to stress himself and possibly get more bindings put on him.

Instead, he looked around. A tilt of his head activated his mask's scanning functions, the lenses over the eye-holes flickering with a bit of static before presenting a readout of the walls. Titanium, with steel rods and concrete between the layers of metal, formed the walls that surrounded him. And judging by the lack of any signal to his mask, the walls were thick enough to have another layer or two outside the one that he could scan.

He was impressed. It wasn't often that his captors were prepared to this extent.

No use dawdling, he thought as he pulled himself to his feet. So far, they'd only thrown him into a cell rather than taking what he had. Probably trusting the walls around him to keep him in. Salla knew from experience that would only last so long, however, and then whoever had captured him would be around to start...talking.

Backing up until he was flat against one of the walls, Salla kicked the heel of his boot against the metal. The click forced a small blade out of the toe of his boot, and he smirked.

"Didn't get that, at least."

Wiggling his boot off, the mouse began the more arduous process of positioning himself in a way that allowed him to use the blade to cut the ropes around his wrists. It was kind of tricky, considering that his tail wasn't as strong as a monkey's and could barely be used to stabilize the blasted thing, but after a few minutes he managed it. Stuffing his foot back into the boot, the mouse walked over to the door and checked just how secure it was compared to the walls.

Once more, he was impressed. A triple deadbolt that more than likely relied on a scanner from the other side, plus a steel bar that ran through the door and into the wall.

Not just smart, but rich, too, the mouse thought as he wondered just who was going through such lengths to trap him. Might be Zekkon, though I don't think he'd go through this much trouble for little old me...but then again, that zebra has always been sore since I stole those diamonds out from under him.

For that matter, so were a lot of people. Salla chuckled as he stepped back from the door, leaning against the wall. Being a crime lord, particularly one that hopped between dimensions as much as he did, tended to make for quite a few enemies. Not so many that would generally follow him, so he could keep his risks limited by hopping around the different worlds, but definitely a large number. He almost looked forward to his inevitable 'interrogation,' if only to see if he was in the hands of a government official or a rival criminal.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes in, the door opened, the massive metal plate dragged outwards. The mouse kept himself flat against the wall, waiting as an elephant stepped inside. He would have darted past the big male, except for one fact.

His cane was in the elephant's hand.

Salla's eyes narrowed at the audacity of the elephant to carry that thing around. The cane and the fist-sized gem topping it were his personal effects. Some lines, one simply shouldn't cross.

As the elephant dumbly looked about, the mouse let out a deliberately loud sigh. His captor whipped around, face starting to burn as red as Salla's suit, as the mouse chuckled, finally recognizing him.

"You really need to pay more attention to your prisoners, Hunda. Anyone else would have been long gone by the time you turned around."

"Yeah, well, you're not running."

"That's because you have something of mine."

"Oh, you mean this little stick?"

The elephant waved the cane around just enough to make the gem on top begin to sparkle. Salla's eyes flicked back and forth across the room, reading the beginning of molecular destabilization happening in the titanium walls, and gritted his teeth.

"Stop that."

"Heh, what's the matter? You afraid?"

"Only of you collapsing this whole room into a pin with us still inside it."

"Like that could ever happen. We'd never have captured you if you could do that."

"That's because I'm not stupid enough to just - stop, please. Just stop!"

The elephant wasn't taking the hint. Salla edged towards the door, but Hunda wasn't having any of it. A sudden surge of gray knocked the mouse against the wall, driving the air from his lungs. As he coughed and tried to get his air back, Hunda lifted him further and further off the ground, always keeping him pinned against the wall.

But at least he'd stopped waving the cane around. The readings he was getting through his mask showed the base molecules stabilizing again, though there were already deep crinkles and wrinkles in the titanium on the far side of the room. Corners had already pulled away from the concrete, and he shuddered to think of what would happen if the elephant had kept up his grandstanding. Hunda chuckled.

"Heh, look at you. Big, bad Man in Red shaking in his boots. Finally, getting a little respect."

As if you ever earned in, either in my employ or out of it. Salla coughed again, clearing his throat.

"You said - ah-hem - you said...'we' earlier. Who's paying you now?"

"Caught that, did you?" Hunda nodded, pulling his hand back and dropping Salla to the floor. "Well, you'll be meeting him now. My new boss is looking forward to seeing you."

"As I am to seeing him."

Hunda nodded, pointing out the doorway, and Salla followed the gesture. He wasn't surprised to see a number of armed hyenas outside; Hunda might have been a powerful figure - much like his own enforcer, Olag - but he never would deal with a prisoner solo. The mouse still thought his chances of escape would have been pretty good, if he'd not been distracted by his cane.

They walked down several hallways, mostly unmarked, though one had a couple of windows. Salla glanced out one of them, and smiled at the sight of a coastline. Promising, very promising.

As he reached up to the side of his mask, Hunda grabbed him. The elephant's meaty fist completely eclipsed the mouse's hand, and even leaning over, the big guy loomed over Salla's frame.

"Don't even try contacting your crew, Salla. I know your tricks."

"Really? I thought you barely knew your own."

He ducked the sudden flail of Hunda's trunk, coming up with a smile behind his mask.

"If you're so worried, just take it - oh, wait, you can't. You captured me, so you want me alive. So you can't take the mask off of me without a password, not unless you can to basically rip it off my face."

The elephant's glare deepened, but Salla chuckled.

"Don't worry. I won't do anything. I know when I'm beat."

The mouse relaxed his arm until the elephant let go, then rolled his head from side to side, cracking his neck, but also letting him tap his head cheeks against the interior of the mask, nudging a few other buttons inside. A couple of static bursts, nothing more, over the communicator, but it might be enough. Might be.

They continued on their trip down the hallway, and as they left the windows behind, Salla got the familiar staticky look through the scanner that told him that there would be no further signal. They were getting pretty deep underground, both through various sets of stairs and probably going further inland. Eventually, he was forced to tilt his head to the side and turn off the scanner, unable to even see where he was going due to the interference.

By then, they'd reached their destination. The four hyenas spread out around the door, locking their heels together and holding their rifles in imitation of an honor guard. It was a rather pathetic attempt, really, but he supposed that it was a rule. Even Hunda seemed annoyed by it, considering the way that he shoved past them into the next room and pulled Salla after him.

It was an antechamber, the mouse realized. Small, cramped, and with a couple of chairs that belonged in no other place but a waiting room; it fit all the criteria, particularly with the highly secure looking door that would lead to the next room.

Salla expected them to head right in, but Hunda stopped him again, and this time, the elephant's smirk was undeniable.

"Gotta search you first, Salla."

"You must be joking."

"Hey, nobody gets to see the boss armed, and I know you. Might be a sneak-thief, but you're better than anybody I know at getting stuff where it doesn't belong."

Talk about your backhanded compliment, he grumbled as he slowly nodded. The elephant pointed at his shoes, and the mouse bent over, slowly slipping them off. The temptation to kick out the blades again and make a fight of it was there, but mild; he knew that he had little chance without his cane, and he doubted he could kick it free before he was pinned down. Better to wait, he told himself. Far better to wait.

As he slipped his bare feet from the boots, Salla braced himself before setting his soles against the metal floor. The sheer chill left him gritting his teeth as his oversensitive soles were shocked by the cold, and his jaws ached as he passed the boots over to the elephant.

"Hehehe, still wearing those muffled boots, huh, 'boss'?"

"They are the most comfortable, and you know I buy the best."

"More like you can't think straight without something to keep those damn feet of yours numb."

I knew it was a mistake to let you sate those urges of mine. He kept quiet as the elephant continued to chuckle as he checked over the boots. Annoyingly, he almost immediately found the blades that were kept in the toes, and shortly after, the spike that punched out of the heel. Hunda chuckled, throwing the boots to the far end of the room.

"Ain't getting those back."

"Tell me I at least get a pair of sandals. This floor is freezing."

"Deal with it. Now get over here."

Knowing what was coming next, Salla took a deep breath before stepping in reach of the elephant. He could already imagine what would happen, and he was right as the big guy shoved his meaty palm against the mouse's groin. Salla's face turned red behind his mask as his cock was fondled through his pants, squeezed and teased, and his balls were bounced around.

"Heh, what do we have here? A mini-revolver?"

Salla said nothing.

"Take 'em off, Salla."

"Captain. Captain Salla."

"Ain't my captain, and from what I remember, you ain't packing what a captain needs."

As his blush got worse, the mouse reached down to his pants button and zipper. Flicking one and pulling the other, he opened the front of his pants and pulled them down. His bulging underwear, unfortunately, only drew a chuckle from the elephant, and Salla knew exactly why. The only bulge was from his balls, not from...the other thing.

"Heh, looks like you're still as pent up as ever. Feeling those urges yet, mouse?"

"I have dealt with those since you left my employment."

"Liar."

He was, actually. The burning in his cheeks and the slowly growing throbbing down below from the humiliation told him what a lie it was. On the other hand...

Salla let that thought process continue in the back of his head as he obediently pulled down his underwear. White furred balls that were individually as big as the elephant's fist fell down, hanging halfway to his knees due to their sheer size. Above them was a steadily growing erection, but it was both proportionally and generally quite tiny. The mouse braced himself as he stood back up, revealing the meager four inch length as it topped out in size.

As expected, Hunda started laughing, reaching down and grabbing hold of it. Salla bit his lip behind the mask, particularly as the elephant only needed a couple of thick fingers to wrap around his shaft completely.

"Look at that. Still as puny as ever. And you call yourself a captain."

"I am."

"No, you ain't. I bet you don't even do the work anymore. When was the last time you led a raid instead of Olag? When was the last time you planned something instead of Sollon?"

"Just last week, actually, when I - mmph!"

Salla broke off, moaning, as his balls were grabbed and tugged. They were so heavy, so full since he'd lacked the time for 'fun' of late. His eyes unconsciously drifted down to the elephant's crotch, wondering -

The mouse cut off that line of thought, re-directing it to the one he'd started earlier. It wouldn't be of any use, now, to start thinking of that. If he was going to...indulge...he needed to make it count. As the elephant finally let go of his balls, Salla stood up straight again, waiting for his pants to be searched and -

"Heh, I don't know how you packed a knife into these, Salla, but there you go. You aren't getting these back, either."

He'd half-expected that, but the mouse was still disappointed as the pants were thrown into the same corner as his shoes. They were expensive enough to warrant concern just from that, but now that he was left completely exposed...well, things were going to get a lot more complicated, particularly as the elephant was pulling on a pair of latex gloves.

"Come on, is this really -"

"No, but I'm not passing up the opportunity. Turn that ass around, Salla. Let me remember all the times you let me have it."

I'm really starting to regret all those times, he thought, even as his cock throbbed at some of the memories. He turned around and leaned against the wall, his mind flashing back to some of the nights when he'd commanded Hunda up to his quarters. The times when the elephant had taken that big, thick cock of his and rammed it under his tail, making him worship it, love it, moan for it -

Salla was so distracted by the past that he couldn't stop a moan from slipping free as Hunda slammed a finger under his tail. Dressed in just his shirt and mask, with nothing on from the waist down, there was no way that he could hide his own excitement as his ass was probed by the thick finger. His cock started dripping almost immediately, and the mouse's fingers curled as they ran down the side of the wall and left claw marks behind.

"Mmmph! That's...not a search..."

"No, but we both know I'm not looking for something."

Grimacing behind his mask even as a second finger was forced up his ass, Salla fought against the growing pleasure that came with it. It had been so long since he'd given in, since he'd allowed someone else to take control. It would be so easy to just give in, and just -

He shook his head, even as he was driven up on his tiptoes by the rapid finger fucking. He had to stay strong...he had to -

"Fuck!"

"Heh, is that an invitation, Salla?"

"It's...It's -"

"Hunda, I think that's enough."

The fingers were removed so fast that Salla nearly collapsed as they were pulled free. The mouse groaned, pulling himself together as he slowly turned around.

Surprisingly, it wasn't someone that he knew standing behind the elephant. Salla knew that he'd dealt with a number of different canines before, but he never remembered dealing with such an Anubian jackal as this one. The mouse tried to compose himself, but he'd barely turned around before he was grabbed by his balls, Hunda pulling him into the next room. The thudding footsteps of the elephant vibrated through the floor to Salla's sensitive feet, leaving him groaning as they stepped through the door.

As it slammed shut behind them, Hunda pushed him into the center. Salla was all too conscious of the spotlight that beamed down from above, and the mouse took a couple of deep breaths. Almost immediately, his mask detected various pheromones in the air, and it was a bit of luck that they were filtered out before they could affect him. The mask wasn't a hundred percent effective on that.

"I don't believe that we've met."

"It's been a while, Salla. A very long while."

"It must be, if I don't remember you. You're pretty distinctive."

"Of course I am. You made me that way."

"I - oh, right." The mouse sighed. "You're Fiero, aren't you?"

The anubis figure nodded, and Salla shook his head. One botched operation, and he'd created an enemy out of a former sponsor. Well, at least that explained how they had the resources to make such a large base.

"I guess I'm not surprised anymore that you managed to catch me."

Fiero nodded. They'd been...not close, when they were working together, but intimate was a better word. Sort of like the situation with Hunda. No wonder the two of them had been able to work out a plan to get him during shore leave. Even if he had been more on his watch, they'd likely have gotten him anyway.

Salla opened his mouth, but was only able to gasp as Hunda rammed not one, not two, but three fingers up his ass from behind. The mouse was lifted off the floor, almost like a puppet, by the elephant's slowly rising hand. Fiero stood up and walked in front of him, and as the canine stepped into the light, Salla realized that he was wearing nothing more than a loincloth, much like the god he resembled.

"What...what do you want?"

"You left me behind in that temple, Salla. You let me become this, a slave to this new body. I'm just going to return the favor."

Fiero grabbed the mouse by the crotch, and Salla arched his back as he was both impaled and stroked. His small shaft throbbed, and he blushed again as even Fiero's hand was big enough to completely dwarf his cock. The canine chuckled.

"As if you could be anything but a slave, as small as you are."

"I'm not...not a -"

"With your urges, you'd be better off as one. Always wanting a big cock under your tail...always begging for someone to fuck you...always wanting someone to play with these."

The anubian figure grabbed Salla by the ankle, and the mouse gasped as one of his feet were lifted up. He shook his head rapidly, even as his ass stretched further around the three elephant fingers inside of him. The mouse pulled at the grip around his ankle, trying to wriggle free, but nothing he did worked.

As the canine leaned down, Salla's blush deepened as he felt the hot breath blowing from that black muzzle over his sole. His cock throbbed merely from that, and he shook his head.

"No, you don't...please, no -"

He broke off in a long moan as Fiero's thick, slick tongue ran over his sole. Salla arched his back hard, and Hunda laughed as the mouse's hole tightened hard.

"Fuck, this slut's got a major foot fetish. I didn't know it was that bad."

"It's - I just -"

Salla was forced to moan again as that tongue licked along the bottom of his foot, the mouse's cock throbbing and letting loose a squirt of pre. He shuddered, his mind hazing over from the couple of licks, and he blushed worse as Fiero looked up.

"Don't let this rodent fool you. He's got enough of a foot fetish that you could make him do nearly anything just for a few licks of his sole. Why do you think he wears those silly boots?"

"They're...not silly...fashionable..." Salla panted.

Of course, he didn't get a chance to talk for long before both feet were held up, the elephant finger-fucking him while the jackal licked his soles. Salla gasped and moaned, the mouse writhing around on the thick fingers, groaning and blushing as he was teased and taunted almost constantly. His cock throbbed, and his big balls felt heavier than ever.

Worst of all, as he hit his first orgasm - mostly from a toe pulled into Fiero's mouth - he felt a familiar need burning inside of him. As his hole twitched, his tail drifted down without his consent, coiling around the elephant's bulge. Hunda chuckled, and Salla groaned as his mouth whispered words he hadn't said for too long.

"P-please..."

"Please what, you fucking slut?"

"Fuck me..."

"Heh, think he deserves it, boss?"

"I believe that he needs something. But keep teasing his feet."

As the elephant laughed, Salla was thrown to the ground. He landed softly enough, but he was rolled onto his back before he could do anything. Hunda held him down with his sheer size, and the mouse groaned as his long, slender soles were teased by the elephant's tongue, keeping him from thinking clearly. The only thing that mattered was the slick, slimy feeling of spit over his soles, and that thick cock head that quickly settled between his white furred ass cheeks.

"Been looking forward to using you like the slut you are, Salla...Ready to be fucked hard?"

Damn, but he wanted to make a clever retort. He wanted to knock the elephant down a peg, wanted to bring him down, deny him. He wanted to do something that would teach Hunda a lesson, even bring him around to a different side. Something, anything that would remind them that they were dealing with the Man in Red, the criminal mastermind of the multi-verse.

But his body was the one in charge, not his brain, and he groaned as his ass ground back against that thick shaft. The leaking head rubbed against his hole, making him pucker and lick his lips in anticipation, and his toes curled as he moaned. Hunda smiled.

"Heh, that's all I needed to hear."

Salla shuddered as the elephant pushed forward, grinding the thick head of his cock against the mouse's hole. It was something beyond what he had taken, as even the last 'toy' that he'd invited up to his cabin had been less than half the size of Hunda. He wanted to feel that size again, even as he knew that it would cement his role as a slave here. As soon as he was fucked, he'd lose his mind, and they'd make sure it stayed lost. He needed -

Click.

It wasn't much, just a slight click on the short-wave channel on his mask, but he knew what it meant. Salla grinned, about to gloat -

"Ooooh, fuck!"

He broke off at another lick between his toes, as his hole spread wide around the thick shaft of the elephant's cock. The mouse panted, arching his back as he pushed himself towards the base as Hunda slid in. His eyes opened again as he felt a smack at the side of his mask, and saw a slick cock tip pointed at the mouth-hole of his mask.

"Open it, Salla. Hunda's not the only one that deserves some pleasure, you slut."

Unable to resist, Salla nudged his head to the side, and the plate over his mouth opened. As the slick cock slid in, he slowly lost himself to the musk and the pre and the sex.

"I believe the captain is within this chamber."

Sollon knelt down by the locking mechanism, the rat shaking his head a few times as he worked his fingers over the combination lock. It was intricate, he supposed, but hardly as elegant and complicated as half of the things Tatyana came up with. For that matter, many of the devices back on the Caravel were more interesting than this.

Of course, it would be easier if Olag wasn't taunting the prisoners again. The polar bear's voice was as grating as it was bombastic.

"Would you please quiet down?"

"Heh, don't see why I should. You losing your touch or something?"

"I'm concerned the captain has already succumbed to his urges. His plan -"

"Bah! The plan was to get him caught, and track him to one of our rivals' bases. And he came up with it. What the hell are you worrying about?"

Sollon shook his head, the rat focusing on the lock as Olag walked back to the other prisoners again. He could hear the bear forcing them down against his crotch, and probably making them please him a bit. It wouldn't be out of character for the perpetually lusty polar bear; if it wasn't blood he was searching for, it was a warm hole.

What he was worried about was whether Salla had lost too much control. The captain hadn't responded to the short-wave, and even if Salla had planned this out, it had been some time since he'd had the urges tended to. What if they'd been part of shaping the plan? Smart as it was, getting caught by one's enemies to determine the location of their base wasn't generally a plan someone would call 'well considered.' Even with Salla's capabilities and the riches they'd gotten from the raid, he wondered at his captain's motivations.

Finally, he found the correct combination, and the door slid open. Sollon caught sight of something dark darting away, but it was too fast to chase. Even as he tossed a throwing knife, he knew that it had missed before it clattered off the metal wall.

Olag was through the door right after the knife, and the bear tackled the elephant off of the captain. Salla groaned, and Sollon stepped through before the other men could see, shutting the door behind him. Better that they don't know that their captain is a secret submissive, he thought as he made sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, a hard slam behind him announcing that the elephant had been dealt with.

As the rat approached his captain, he saw multiple cum stains all over the mouse's legs and along the soles of his feet. Knowing Salla's weaknesses, he imagined that the mouse's urges were probably well tended to for some time.

He helped Salla to sit upright, and the mouse groaned. Sollon reached into a pocket, pulling out a small pill, and placed it in the open mouth-hole of the mask. As Salla swallowed, the bear looked back and groaned.

"Really? Dosing him already?"

"He'll have to put in an appearance and assure the men of the success of the plan."

"Yeah, I know, but letting Hunda get all the fun -"

"Mmph. Fun..."

The two of them went silent as Salla looked around. Sollon waited as Salla collected himself, seeing the effects of the libido dampener taking effect. The mouse looked up at him.

"Any losses?"

"None. We caught them completely by surprise."

"Good. And our profits?"

"Perhaps $300k in medical and drug supplies, and another $2 million in stolen art."

"Not as good as I was hoping; I guess Fiero kept his best stuff off-site."

"Fiero?"

Salla nodded, and Sollon shook his head. Investors were the worst enemies, as they kept the best accounts.

"Will you - OLAG!"

The rat glared at the polar bear as the enforcer grabbed Salla by the ankle, giving the sole a light lick. In that instant, the mouse's eyes fogged over again, and he moaned like the submissive slut that he always was when he gave into his urges. Sollon continued to glare.

"He was almost out of it."

"And I didn't get my fun yet. And besides, better to have one of us flooding him than an enemy."

Much as it annoyed the rat, Olag was right. There would be no cleaning Salla up, so it would be better to make it look like a private, celebratory orgy than to leave it looking as though the enemy had claimed him. Damage control, always damage control. Sollon sighed as he walked back to the door, trying to ignore the squelching sound of the bear's cock sliding into Salla's doubtlessly cum-filled hole.

"What're you doing?"

"Getting a few volunteers. We will need them to make this work."

Salla, you are a brilliant man, but I wish you'd listen to me when I tell you to take care of yourself, Sollon thought, trying to determine which of the crew members could keep their mouth shut as he opened the door. I can't do this all the time for you.

The End