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Luscious, Lovely...Latex? For DrakeHavok by Draconicon

It was a different experience to be on a pirate ship, even one that was a very technologically advanced one. Havok normally would have been wandering the city, looking for new things to see, but after getting an invitation by the ship's cook to sample some new things, he couldn't resist coming by.

Said cook was walking from stove to oven to fridge and back again, putting some finishing touches on a variety of dishes. Havok watched her with a smile, the white dragon seated behind the kitchen window, enjoying his front row view.

"You know, I heard you were quick, Maria. I didn't know you were this fast."

"Hon, you try cooking for over ten thousand pirates a day, and you see how fast you get."

"Yeah, I know."

He shook his head at her. Half of the things she was pulling from her stores were food items that he didn't even recognize. Havok wondered where she got them, then decided he probably didn't need to know. Considering her ties to the captain of this ship, it was probably better that he didn't know.

Besides, the food itself was going to be delicious. He eyed the different plates. Besides the general goodness of lobsters and steaks and other traditional goodies, he saw a soup that bubbled with green and blue colors, a cake that was a glossy black with red candles, and a fluffy looking bowl of what had to be ice cream, but not a type that he had ever seen, considering it wasn't melting with a fire directly above it.

And that was just the start. He didn't know what else she was planning on making for her job later, but he was grateful she wanted him to taste test this stuff for her.

"So, what are these things?"

"Ah ah, trade secret."

"Come on, you can tell me. It's not like I go around selling secrets."

"No, that's my boss. But it's a taste testing, remember? If I tell you anything, you'll get preconceptions on it, and it'll be ruined."

"That's ridiculous."

"No, that's the way the brain works. Trust me, I studied it."

"Uh huh."

He smiled to himself as she turned around. Maybe it was the fact that she was more alone today, but she was wearing an open backed apron. And that was it. It meant that he had a very nice view of her from behind, and that wide, bouncy butt was not a bad view.

If her crew gets this view every day, I'm surprised she doesn't have someone going steady with her already.

"Do you doubt me?"

"Huh?"

"Do you doubt that I studied the way the brain works?"

"Well, uh, no, but I kinda -"

"Kinda what?"

"Uh, kinda thought it was a bit weird for a cook to study that."

She whipped around, holding a mixing bowl on her hip. She arched an eyebrow at him before setting it down on the counter, curling her finger and gesturing him closer.

"Stick out your tongue."

"Wha-"

She grabbed his tongue as soon as he opened his mouth. Gasping, he froze to keep from damaging it. The hippo held her fingers on it firmly, bringing up a spoon with her other hand.

"The brain is highly sensitive to input. It also is incredibly stupid and quick to judge, going every which way from the slightest information. If I were to tell you that I had dipped my fingers in hot sauce -"

Oh dear god, no no no no no!

"-then you'd be freaking out, and starting to feel your tongue getting hot, out of fear alone."

She let go of him.

"A cook studies the brain because it lets them come up with new ideas for their food, new ways to present it, and let the sight, taste, texture, and smell speak for itself without the brain forming preconceptions. That's why I studied it."

As she turned around again, he flicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times. Havok hadn't expected that at all, but he hoped that it didn't happen again.

Maybe it'd be best to keep my mouth shut except for eating.

He didn't have to wait long. After five more minutes in silence, he was presented with four big plates of food, including the soup and that strange black cake. Accepting the forks and other implements from the hippo, he looked over them, wondering what he should try first.

Eventually, he settled on the cake. He stabbed it with the fork, a little surprised at the resistance it had to the points, but eventually sawed off a piece. He held it up to the light, finding it slightly mesmerizing how it still looked so smooth, how that icing on the top seemed to permeate all the layers of the cake.

"What is this?"

"Do I need to have the tongue-pulling talk again?"

"No, no, nope, sorry."

He put the bite into his mouth, letting it settle on his tongue and the flavor sink in before he started to chew. It was fairly rich, almost too much, but it stayed on the line rather than stepping over it. Drake would have recommended taking smaller bites with it, but the flavor was not all that different from an extremely good fudge cake.

The difference, though, was the texture. It went beyond making his teeth sticky, going so far as to make it almost impossible to open his mouth. It also felt a bit gummy in his mouth, as if he was chewing on old chewing gum, the way it felt like it would squeak in his mouth if he bit down on it too hard.

He forced himself to swallow it, shaking his head.

"Ith a gwood - za 'ell?!"

The dragon reached up to his mouth, feeling like his lips were swelling up. When he touched them, it wasn't the slightly bumpy texture of scales that met his fingers, but something much smoother. It almost squeaked when he dragged his fingers over them, and as he pulled his hands down, he saw the darkness was spreading over his fingers as well.

"Wa-wat iz thiz?"

He couldn't even talk right; his mouth was swelling shut, and he could barely open his lips. The dragon could still breathe, but his head was having a hard and harder time moving. He leaped back from the table, falling on his back and bumping the table in the process.

The soup fell over, landing on his body and face. His mouth - forced open slightly by the strange black growth - was filled with a mouthful of it. He tried to spit it out, but his tongue was as pinned as his jaws, and it slid down his throat. It burned on the way down, and he groaned, moaning as he squirmed, trying to get his feet under him.

By the time he got to his feet again, the strange black flow had already covered his entire head. It felt like he was wearing a hood, his scales warming up already underneath it, and it was flowing under his clothes. The heat that came from the soup, though, was entirely focused in his crotch, making him harder than he wanted to be. He tried to run, but in seconds he was brought to his knees, his hands moving from his sides to his needy crotch.

He heard the door open behind him, but he couldn't focus. All he could do was watch as his arms were covered in the black goop that flooded out of his mouth. Smooth, shiny as the cake had been, he finally realized what it was.

He was getting covered in latex.

As it spread down to meet his already covered fingers, his arms felt like they were fully sealed in the stuff. It wrapped around his fingers, sealing them up in what felt like a great big mitten, except that it didn't include his thumb. Needing relief from the soup's effects, he pushed his hands together, trying to form some sort of channel that he could hump into.

It was barely effective, and even then only when he slid down to all fours, humping against his hands like a dog. But it got worse as the latex spread further, running over his crotch even as it ran down his back and his chest from his neck. In seconds, it wrapped around his member, sealing it away inside of it. The dragon could feel it throbbing, feel it leaking, but it didn't leak through, nor could he stroke it well enough to bring himself towards climax.

Whimpering with need, particularly as the latex slid over his rump and tail, he turned to look back. Maria was walking towards him, the hippo shaking her head a few times.

"Hmmm, that was probably too high a level of that extract. I'll have to tone that down for the next cake."

Who cares about the cake?! Get me out of this thing!

He gestured to himself, trying to get across his thoughts, trying to get her to do something about it. She cocked her head to the side, shaking her head.

"Sorry, Havok. I'm afraid that particular cake is going to have to wear off on its own. I think it'll be about six hours until that stuff can be peeled off of you, but Tatyana said that it could be as much as twelve."

Twelve hours? And what about this?! the dragon thought, pointing down to his latex covered erection.

"Hmm? That? Oh, that'll stay that way until you get a chance to get yourself off. Which, I'm guessing, won't be until after you get the latex off."

He almost collapsed at hearing that. The idea that he wouldn't be able to get the latex off for up to twelve hours was bad enough, but he felt like he was burning up inside. The throbbing in his cock was harder than it had been when he had gotten captured by another dragon for a week and fed aphrodisiacs non-stop every day. And he had to deal with that the entire time?

And it wasn't even done yet. Havok shuddered, his back cracking as...something... pushed out of his spine. It shoved against the latex, and for a second he thought it was going to break through. But it didn't. Instead, heavy rubberized wings slumped down at his sides as he slipped to all fours again. Underneath the latex, he could feel the subtle shifting in his leg muscles as his knees pulled up, and his ankles did the same. As his hips shifted to accommodate them, he realized he couldn't get up on two legs again.

And is that...fur?

Whatever it was, he didn't like it. Slumping down onto his belly, he groaned as the latex reached his toes, covering them completely the way that it had his hands. He groaned, helplessly grinding his shaft against the floor as Maria sat down beside him.

"Don't worry. When you're out, I'll make sure you at least have a good time getting off. Personally."

Somehow, that didn't comfort him very much.

The End