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The Rabbit's Assistant For DrakeHavok By Draconicon

Havok didn't know whether his friend was playing a prank on him or not, but when he saw the stage magician come out in just a thong, cape, and top hat, the white dragon couldn't help but wonder what Draconicon had gotten him into.

Sitting in the back of the audience did give him a small feeling of safety, though, so he didn't get up and leave as his instincts suggested. Instead, the white dragon folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, watching as the energetic lapine started walking from one side of the stage to the other, calling out to the crowd and getting them all riled up. He was a very loud rabbit, Havok had to admit.

Then again, when the rabbit's thong bounced up and down as he ran around, the dragon imagined that he could get all the attention he wanted.

Despite his misgivings, Havok slowly got into the spirit of things and started enjoying the show as the magic tricks started. They were a bit...atypical, considering that the rabbit did them almost in the nude, and the illusions he came up with summoned nearly naked creatures out of a deck of playing cards for the audience to see, but he still found it fun. All he had to do was think of it as a mix of magic and burlesque, and all of a sudden it became completely fine, if just a bit new to him.

The show went on for nearly twenty minutes, with each trick getting more and more risqué, before the rabbit suddenly swept his top hat around. The lights and sparkles that covered the stage were swept away as if swallowed up by something, and the magician - Cornelius, the dragon remembered his name as being - grinned.

"Thank you, thank you, you're being a wonderful audience. So, how many of you want to see me do something really naughty?"

Most of the crowd cheered at that, and Havok was a little embarrassed to admit that he did the same. Cornelius grinned, leaning towards them and pressing his hand to his ears.

"What was that? I can't hear you!"

The crowd cheered louder still, and some - including the white dragon - shouted at the tops of their lungs. Chuckling, the rabbit hopped back from the edge of the stage, waving his wand around the audience. It was a cheap looking thing, one of those tipped on both ends with a white mark and black in the middle, but Havok chuckled and ducked with the rest of the group as it pointed near him.

Cornelius kept that up for a few minutes before finally pointing the wand down at him, shouting loud enough to make Havok jump.

"You! You sir! You look like a strapping individual. What do you say about being my assistant?"

The white dragon looked around, feeling certain that it wasn't him that the rabbit was talking about. Yet, with the eyes of everyone else on him...could it be anyone else? It didn't help when Cornelius started shouting again.

"Yes, you, oh snow dragon. Come on up to the stage; I need your help with this trick, and you're perfect."

I have no idea how, Havok thought, but got to his feet regardless. He was a little embarrassed at being called to the stage for a supposedly really naughty trick, but he didn't want to ruin the show, either. Maybe it would be easier than he thought? That was what he hoped, at least.

The dragon got to his feet with a small sigh, stepping around some of the tables and ignoring the giggles that he heard as he made his way towards the front of the hall. More than a few members of the audience looked at him knowingly, and those people that seemed to know the show better than him smirked as he passed by. The closer he got to the stage, the more Havok started to worry.

By the time that he stepped onto the stage, his mind was running a mile a minute, and he honestly wasn't sure if he could stay up there. He looked back at his chair -

Only to jump as the rabbit grabbed him by the arm and tugged him to the center of the stage. Havok blushed, particularly as the magician started tracing over his body with his wand.

"There, now what's your name?"

"Uh...Havok..."

"Havok, huh? Well, you're going to be quite the guy to have up here. You're a reasonably strong man, aren't you? Of course you are. You're a dragon, they're always strong."

Not quite true, but he supposed that it was close enough. He wasn't a hugely strong man, but he figured he was good enough for whatever the rabbit had in mind. Cornelius walked to the other side of the stage, and then held the wand like some sort of dueling weapon.

"Now, I'm going to try and knock you over. Do you think you can stop me?"

Havok raised an eyebrow.

"But...you're a rabbit..."

"Doesn't matter. Everything is possible with magic."

"But -"

"Here we go!"

The rabbit waved his wand around, and for the first time, Havok looked away from the magician's body and actually looked at the wand. Sparkles flickered around the tip of it, and the dragon had no idea where they were coming from. No lights had turned on, and it looked too genuine to be something built into the wand.

Could he really -

He had no time to think. Cornelius pointed the wand at him, and a blast of light shot out of the tip of the wand. It hit him in the chest, and the dragon stumbled back a few paces.

Impossible, he thought as his chest tingled. It started spreading through the rest of his body, and he started reaching for his chest -

"Annnnnd down you go!"

Without wanting or even meaning to, the dragon fell over. It felt like how he imagined a tree falling in the forest would feel; no way to stop it, and no way to brace himself as he went down. Havok's eyes went wide as he tumbled further and further back before he slammed down against the stage...and couldn't get up.

What's going on? Why can't I move?

He struggled, pushing with everything that he had, but his limbs refused to move. It was like his body had become trapped inside of itself. His joints wouldn't bend, and his muscles wouldn't flex. All that worked was his eyes, and they could barely look around at anything but the ceiling. But he could still hear, and most of what he heard was the rabbit chuckling, walking about and talking to the crowd.

"See? I told you that he would go down. And trust me, he's going to go down in all sorts of ways tonight."

What are you - damn it, I can't talk!

"Stand up."

And just like that, Havok's body obeyed, getting to its feet and facing the crowd. As soon as he was off the ground, he froze again, almost like a statue. The dragon struggled, pushing himself to walk away, but his body just refused to listen.

The rabbit walked up behind him, and the white dragon blushed as he felt a small hand rubbing over his rump through his jeans. It got worse when that hand slid under his tail and started pulling his pants down.

"Now, everyone, as you can see, this dragon has become a very helpful assistant. He's so eager to help, in fact, that he's going to get very hard for me, so that I have a place to rest my hat."

Like hell. You can't - what in the fuck?!

Even as his pants were embarrassingly pulled down, he could feel his cock getting harder and harder inside of his underwear. He didn't need to look down to know that it was swiftly standing up at attention. It wasn't as big as the porn stars that he'd seen, but it was still sufficiently large to make his underwear all too tight...and he swore that the waistband of his underwear was being pulled away from his body from the extreme hardness that was developing.

Cornelius chuckled, patting him on the front as the dragon's jeans hit the stage. Each soft pat drew a silent moan from the dragon, and he shuddered as he felt his cock throb all the harder...and in front of so many people, too.

"See? I told you that he would be a very helpful assistant. Now, let me just hang my hat here."

Havok's cheeks burned despite his loss of control, but at least the rabbit was quick. He was barely naked for more than a millisecond, as that hat came down on his cock and covered it almost before the underwear hit the ground. He was still helpless, though, particularly as the rabbit magician stepped in front of him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are almost at the grand finale. However, before we get there, do we have any requests for my lovely assistant? What kind of assistant should he be? Shy?"

The rabbit flicked his wand, and suddenly Havok was blushing worse than ever. His arms pulled in, covering the hat, but unable to pull it away. He felt like he was overcome with the worst, most embarrassing dream that he'd ever had.

"Eager?"

The wand flicked again, and suddenly he was posed differently. His face turned up in a smile as he put his hands on his hips, walking up behind the rabbit and striking the pose of a strongman. His mind was a blur; what was going -

"Slutty?"

The rabbit waved the wand, and suddenly Havok dropped to the floor. The hat somehow stuck to his crotch as he got on all fours, his ass in profile to the audience as he reached up and fondled the rabbit through his thong. He licked his lips, his body utterly on fire with need. His worries were disappearing as he imagined being used right on the stage, being a fine 'assistant' to the -

And then the wand danced through the air again, and the thought was gone. Havok blushed worse than ever as the memory of what he'd just done flooded his mind, and he shivered as he was made to stand facing the audience again.

This rabbit is amazing...what is he doing to me? What's going on?

The audience cried out for the slutty and the eager, and before Havok had a chance to figure a way out of it, the wand waved once more. His mind was overcome with the powerful waves of heat and arousal, and he grinned as he stroked at the rabbit's bulge once more.

"And now, onto my last trick. Bunny Burlesque!"

Cornelius waved his wand, and the stage shifted. Havok hardly noticed as he tugged down the rabbit's thong and started sucking on his cock. The idea of being caught like this, and the strange implications that he heard from above about being taken backstage later, barely figured into his thinking.

After all, with the rabbit's cock to take up all his thoughts, he didn't have room to think of anything else.

The End