[b][u][center]The Intelligent Thief
Part 2
For dracoilmkt
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








“Messing with my reputation will be the last mistake that you ever make…”

Dracoil felt mildly self-conscious about standing on a rooftop as he whispered his threat; it was the same sort of brooding pose that any half-baked anti-hero might have made, and in the same sort of dramatic way. It felt almost silly, but the emotions behind it were as valid and true as any great tragedy.

The dark-scaled dragon slowly squatted down on the rooftop of the apartment building, shaking his head as he let one leg dangle over the edge. High winds swirled up from the distant streets below, each gust a reminder of how easy it would be to slip up and have an ‘accident.’ One false move and all those hopes of vengeance and humiliation would go up in smoke, and nobody would care. 

Well, perhaps a few. Not many, but a few. 

Dracoil adjusted his coat, pulling it a little tighter around his middle and dragging his hood up. No point in letting an idle light glint off the scales on his face; they’d give him away and then he’d have to come back later for this private talk. 

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his snout. If he was discovered, he’d deal with it. For now, he needed to be patient, wait to see if Draconicon got in at an hour where they could talk, and go from there. 

[i]Anyone else would think I’m crazy for this. Then again, anyone else would be in a very different position.[/i]

His employer had been…displeased, to say the least, when Dracoil had come back without the goods that he’d been tasked to steal from the other dragon. Normally, a botched job would have ended with no paycheck, perhaps a little bit of berating and complaints from the client, and that would be that. They’d both move on, perhaps with the agreement never to see each other again, and nothing else need be done or said. 

In this case, his employer had been…vindictive. No sooner had Dracoil left the raven’s office than he started getting pinged by all kinds of ‘reviews’ and ‘speculations’ via the dark-net job sites that he frequented. People questioning his competence that he’d never heard of were sliding in and mentioning him, by name, and spreading all kinds of rumors of failures that had never seen the light of day. 

Of course, these failures never existed, but they were already spreading like wildfire, attaching shame and failure to his name and reputation. Dracoil had spent years building up a standard for himself, one that he had made sure that every client agreed with, and in the space of one night, it had been shredded to pieces. 

It was time to take revenge, and he wanted help. 

A quiet thump announced the dragon’s arrival. Dracoil pulled his leg up and dragged his hood down. He waited, listening for any further movement – 

Then had to force himself not to jump out of his scales as Draconicon poked his head out from under the rooftop. He could only imagine that the other dragon had floated from his front door to the balcony, making no sound and leaving no trace of his passage. Those familiar white eyes stared up at him, glinting softly in the moonlight. 

“I didn’t expect to have a visitor tonight,” Draconicon said, raising an eyeridge. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I assume you sensed me?”

“Something along those lines. I imagined that you would have completely disappeared, considering how our interactions went last time. I told you that if I needed something that I’d be in touch…but this feels like you might need something.”

“Can we talk about this inside?”

“Of course.”

As soon as the other dragon moved out of the way, Dracoil hopped onto the balcony. He stumbled on the landing, grabbing the railing for support, all while the other dragon just held the door for him. If it had been done with any sort of smugness, he might have been annoyed; as it was, he just buried the mild embarrassment and stepped inside. 

“How long were you waiting on the roof?” Draconicon asked, following him in. 

“About an hour. I wasn’t sure when you’d leave the academy.”

“And yet you knew where I lived. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, for someone as ‘professional’ as you are.”

Dracoil shrugged. 

“At any rate, I’m sure that you have other things to do after we talk, so we might as well get started.”

Draconicon walked past him, sitting down on a large couch that dominated the middle of the room. The penthouse was…surprisingly large, even for a top-tier room. Wood floors stretched from the balcony to the front door. Shimmering gold lights reflected off white tile and copper fittings in the bathroom door near the entryway, and lush leather furniture was the order of the day across the main room. It was a display of success, though not so overdone as some of the clients that Dracoil had worked with. 

He sat down on a nearby armchair, getting as comfortable as he could while still being ready to leap up at a moment’s notice. Old instincts with dangerous clients were hard to bury, and considering he was dressed in a basic coat and jeans while Draconicon was in his red suit and gold coat…well, it was hard to get rid of that feeling of dealing with a richer client. 

“So, what did you come here for?” Draconicon asked, folding his hands in his laps, legs extended and crossed at the ankles. “I can’t imagine that it was anything good.”

“As short a story as I can tell? My employer decided that failure was to be punished by career assassination, and I want a little help in bringing him down.”

“What happened to your professionalism?”

“I am professional, so long as my clients are as well. He’s decided to discard that, so he’s also discarded any and all protections that I would normally give him.”

“Ah. Then I imagine that you have a name for me?”

“Nico.”

“Nico, hmm? Of the Corvid Collective Academies?”

“The same.”

“Hmmm…now that does make a great deal of sense.”

Dracoil imagined it did; little as he paid attention to the politics of the city, he knew that the corporations were always looking for ways to take down the independents. Whether it was in business or in the more academic sense, no corporate group liked people having options other than their expensive offerings. 

“I assume that Nico was having you look for some of the proprietary spells I teach? And that he has yet to figure out?” 

“Something along those lines. He told me to find specific items, and then bring them back to be reverse-engineered.”

“Mmm. Sounds like him. Nico’s a clever bird, but he’s never been one to invest time and money into understanding something properly when someone else can invent something for him to steal. The unfortunate thing about some corvids, I suppose; they are inevitably attracted to shinies that aren’t already in their nest.”

“You’ve dealt with him before, then?”

“Only incidentally,” Draconicon said, shaking his head. “He’s been at a few of the same functions I’ve attended, made a few offers to try and make me and my academy go away, but that’s the extent of it. I was expecting him to make a push at some point, but I didn’t expect him to be subtle enough to try hiring a thief, first. I thought he’d go for the heavier-handed method of bringing corporate resources down on my head, burying me in lawsuits before giving me some kind of ultimatum.”

“Apparently not. But now that he’s decided that I need to be buried for my failure, I feel less like being professional and more like…seeing him taken down a peg. And I was wondering if you might want to join me in that.”

Draconicon smirked. 

“Join you, or help you?”

“Either.”

“Mmm. I’m sure. And normally I’d make you beg a little bit – ah. Don’t push me. I’m aware of how much help you’d get from me, and how much easier it would make your revenge if I’m on your side. Let’s not pretend otherwise. I [i]would[/i] make you beg, but considering that Nico has decided that I’m a valid target, there’s not much point in holding back. So…let’s plot.”

Dracoil didn’t quite let out a breath that he’d been holding, but he did smile. While he had every confidence that he [i]could[/i] manage a mission of revenge, any aid that he could get would go a long way toward keeping Nico from hitting back. For all that he looked down on his former employer, he knew better than to underestimate the corporate behemoths that ran the better part of the city. One crossed them at one’s peril.

“So…you sound like you know Nico better than me,” Dracoil said, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “What does he want? What is he like?”

“He’s the same as most of the corporate executives promoted two or three steps beyond their capabilities: ambitious, cunning, more intelligent than he looks, but as lazy as you can imagine. He’s gotten by on luck for a while now, stumbling across or stealing spells taught in other academies that he could trademark as his own, which got his branch of the Corvid Collective Academy off the ground, but his luck’s been running out. He tried to headhunt me, then my staff, and he’s been sniffing around for more magic for months.

“Then, he sent you. Clearly, he’s getting desperate. My guess is that he has a few superiors sniffing around, wanting him to produce more profits and wondering why they’re not coming. Considering that he’s been mooching off of other peoples’ success up to this point, and he’s not finding any more easy pickings, that tells me that he’s already on thin ice with the rest of the collective. Which means that there’s an easy way to deal with him; I just lacked a person with the skills to do it until now.”

“Which means that you already have a plan?” Dracoil asked, cocking his head to the side. 

“Indeed. If you’re willing to be my agent to execute it.”

“Call me…curious.”

“It’s a simple enough plan. I’ll give you a modified spell, one that you can take to his academy and slot into his storage to ‘discover.’ He’ll think that one of his other moles have managed to get something off me, and he’ll report it. Nico won’t check it; he doesn’t have the mindset to actually look through something that he’s stolen and make sure that it works properly. Once he submits it to his higher ups, they’ll check it, and then come down on him. Hard. After all, none of them will like the results of this little…slip-up.” 

“He’ll look like an idiot. I approve.”

“I thought you might. Now, you already know where his office is?”

Dracoil nodded. 

“Good. That makes things simpler. There’s a storage room attached to it. Get past security at his campus, find your way into the storage area, and leave the spell there with any others that he has lying around. He’ll ‘discover’ it the morning after, and after all, all we have to do is sit back and watch the fireworks.”

“That is…a good plan. But what are you going to do besides give me a plan? I feel like I’m not getting as much help as I’d like here.”

“Do you think that you’re not good enough?”

“I feel like I’m being asked to take all the risk for an unpaid job, and not even getting anything that would help me accomplish it.”

“Blunt.” Draconicon chuckled. “I understand. Then how about this? I’ll give you a spell that will help you get out of sticky situations on the mission. One-shot, of course – no need to give you something that you can use over and over again after the mission’s over – but more than enough to keep you safe.”

“I will be the judge of that. What is it?”

“A body-swap spell. Sans clothing, because that might be problematic, but a simple cast will have you change space, positions, and more with the person of your choice. Wherever you are, they’ll be. It requires line of sight, of course, otherwise it’s not going to work, but…I think you can manage that.”

Dracoil nodded. He’d heard of spells like that, even used one similar once. More limited at the time, shorter range, but it had made that break-in significantly easier. An upgraded version would do very, very nicely.

“How long do you need to make the spell?” he asked. 

“I should have it ready by morning. And then you can pick it up the evening after. Assuming that you’re going for a night-job?”

“Ideally, yes.”

“Then that should work out for you, too.” Draconicon nodded. “Do you have a place to stay, or would you like the guest room? I assume you’d like some rest before the job.”

“…If you’re offering –”

“I am.”

“Then…thank you. I would like that.”

#

Twenty-four hours passed quickly. Dracoil enjoyed the amenities of the penthouse while Draconicon was busy at his academy, cleaned up, and made sure that all his tools were ready for the job. When the black dragon returned early in the evening with the spell written down on a piece of paper, the black-and-green dragon set off. By the time the moon was high in the sky, he was outside the walls of Nico’s academy. 

“Hmmm, let me see…”

The walls themselves were minor, little more than budget chain link fences like the sort that would go up around an impending construction site. The ‘academy,’ such as it was, consisted of little more than warehouses that had been prettied up on the outside and a few outbuildings. Nothing like the more classical place that Draconicon ran; this was an establishment that used exclusively what was already there and was penny-pinching on every possible level. 

Leaning back from the fence, Dracoil shrugged his shoulders, took a deep breath, and charged. Three quick steps turned into a leap, which turned into a flip over the top of the fence. As soon as he landed on the other side, he was off like a shot, running across the open pavement. 

Overhead, two drones – rounded, rune-marked things that looked more like corporate torture machines than anything else – whipped around. The usual scan-lights pulsed, shooting out and racing across the ground behind and ahead of him. 

[i]Left…right…left, left – STOP![/i]

He froze as the two scan-lines went past him, shooting by on either side. The dragon waited for them to go by, starting their pattern again, and ran faster. 

His boots beat against the ground hard, a sharp staccato beat that echoed in his ears as he ran for the nearest warehouse. His arms pumped back and forth, up and down as the drones circled overhead again. They were coming in for another pass; he needed to be out of the way or this time he’d get spotted. 

Faster. 

Faster. 

Faster. 

Just as the shimmering scan-lights were about to catch up with him, he hit the side of the warehouse. Ramming his claws in, he yanked himself up. Another pull, another, another, until he was more than twenty feet off the ground and he still had to pull his legs up under him, knees against his chest as the scan-lights almost ran up to him. 

The blue shimmer remained there for nearly a minute before the drones moved on. Dracoil let out a slow breath of relief, shaking his head. 

[i]A little too close, there…[/i]

He dragged himself up the side of the building, landing on the glass roof. A quick glance inside confirmed that even the classes were being done on the cheap; every student was in a recliner with a visor over their eyes. They were probably being taught their magic via VR or something like that. 

Wouldn’t be the first place that did something like that. Good for mass education, not great for anything else. 

Shaking his head, he ran from one warehouse to another, leaping across rooftops. Most were classrooms, but toward the back of the campus, he found a few outbuildings that were shorter, and one that looked better secured than the others. 

Dracoil shimmied down the rain gutter of the last warehouse before darting over to the front door. He felt the magic running up and down the doorway and shook his head. No point going through the front door. 

The window at the back, however…

He walked around the back of the office. The window had a similar magical current running through it, but it was weaker, less prominent. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper, one that was about the size of a card, and slid it into the gap between the window and the frame – 

PZZZZT!

The paper was burnt to a crisp, zapped through with a powerful electric current. It also sucked up the residual charge on the window. 

[i]Budget security. It’ll get you every time.[/i]

Dracoil shook his head and pushed the window open. Just as he’d hoped, Nico had been relying on the magic rather than anything else. Most people in power did. He climbed in and took a quick look around. 

Unlike Draconicon’s office, which was a simple desk and a few lines of books on the shelves, Nico’s was a palace of presentation. The walls were lined with certificates and accolades, each one clearly meant to show off how ‘accomplished’ the raven actually was. Dracoil didn’t recognize a single one of the establishments that had supposedly awarded them, and he wondered if they even existed. 

Shaking his head, he checked the rest of the room. No basement door, no side room, but there was a large chest that was attached to the u-shaped desk that dominated the room opposite the front door. He cocked his head to the side at the sight of it. 

“…Nico doesn’t seem the type to like treasure chests…”

But it wouldn’t hurt to see just what it was holding. It was [i]just[/i] possible that the raven kept it for intake; if that was the case, then he could just drop that there and leave. It’d be simple and easy. 

[i]Since when is anything that?[/i]

Still, it was worth a hope. Dracoil shook his head as he walked over to the chest. He rested his hand on the top, feeling for any of the magical currents that might have meant another security spell. He didn’t feel the weaker currents that would have been dangerous to his body, and there were no locking spells that might have sealed it shut like the ones around the door. And it didn’t feel any different to a regular chest. 

Sadly, the other possibility hit him just as he opened the chest and realized that it wasn’t a chest at all. 

“GAH!”

Dracoil’s last-second attempt to pull away was stopped as tentacles lurched from the chest and wrapped around his ankles and wrists. Another, bigger one lashed out and wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer, while still others started to spread and lick and press against him from all angles. 

The dragon fought against the sudden pull, trying to drag himself away, but the mimic already had him in a tight grip. Even as he tried to shove himself away, even kicking the chest, the tongues and tendrils yanked him off his feet. The slime running down each tentacle spread over his clothes, melting through them where the tentacles weren’t outright ripping his clothes to shreds. 

“Nnngh…fuck…”

Try as he might, Dracoil couldn’t fight against the stronger tentacles wrapped around him. They lifted him off the ground, keeping him from getting any leverage, and turned him around. He hovered in place, trying in vain to kick his legs free, but nothing worked. The tendrils, slimy as they were, were surprisingly tight and strong, squeezing tighter and tighter until he was forced to submit. 

“Mmmph…nnngh…”

His arms were pulled up and over his head, his wrists pressed together, his back arched by a tongue against his spine. His tail was pushed up with it, pinned to the back of his neck, and as his clothed were melted away, he felt more and more exposed. His legs were pulled apart, and his genital slit was forced forward, the tip of his cock poking through in the slightest of ways, a little hint of black against the green down there. 

And then, of course, the door opened. A raven stepped in, decked out in clothes that looked like they belonged in a corporate boardroom instead of in a magical academy. Nico chuckled, the slender bird walking across his office. 

“Well, well, well. We have a little intruder, it seems.”

“Nnngh…”

“Come to beg another job from me? Or were you hoping to steal something?”

“I –”

“It was a rhetorical question. Shut him up.”

Several tentacles slipped further up his body. One wrapped around his throat, squeezing just tight enough to keep him from getting another word out, while the other pressed against his lips. He tried to keep his mouth closed, but – 

“Ulk!”

It was stronger. It ran over his tongue, covering it in a strange slime that made his head feel funny as soon as he tasted it. He rolled his head back, trying to shake off the odd feeling but…but it was…hot…warm…

The sensation went right from his mouth to his stomach, and from there to his crotch. His cock kept pushing forward, growing out of his slit at a quick pace. He shivered, huffing, curling his toes as his cock kept getting harder, harder, and harder still, the dark length rising up until it was bobbing up and down between his legs. 

Nico smirked as he leaned against his desk. 

“Looks like you’re taking to my pet’s aphrodisiacs quite well. Most mimics ooze acid; mine is a little more…friendly, luckily for you. That said, it’s very good at making sure to keep prisoners alive…and talkative. I’m sure that you’ve been spilling my secrets all over town, so I’ll have to know who you were talking to. Who you were blabbing with. Heh. Perhaps who you’ve been working with. Because I doubt you would have been stupid enough to come back here on your own.”

“Ulk…mmmph…nnngh…”

Dracoil couldn’t speak as the lazy tentacle kept thrusting down his throat, forcing its way into his neck again and again. He could barely breathe around it, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he kept getting little splurts of the aphrodisiac down his throat. His body kept heating up, feeling warmer and warmer from head to toe, and his breath came in harsher and harsher puffs as his cock ached from how hard it was getting. 

“Go on. Give him a good rut; see if anything rattles loose.”

His cheeks burned as he was pulled further into the chest, the backs of his knees resting on the lip of the mimic’s mouth. His ass sank deeper in, and he was only barely supported by the top of the chest’s lid. Any more of an open mouth, and he would have sank in, possibly to be surrounded by endless tendrils and tongues. 

“Mmmph!”

And some of those tongues pushed up from under him, rubbing and licking against his ass. Some pulled at his cheeks, dragging them apart, while another traced a line from the base of his cock-slit to the little pucker waiting under his tail. His breath came harsher and faster as the tentacle down his throat kept up its slow face-fucking, going down so far that he swore that there had to be a visible bulge against his throat, but – 

“Mmmmph…mmmph!”

But the tentacles under him – tongues, tentacles, whatever they were – were the main concern now. One of them was dragging along his hole, teasing his pucker again and again, while another was slowly pushing up against it. Lick, push, lick, push, constantly giving him that little tease, that little reminder of how close he was to getting fucked. His toes kept curling, and his cock – forced hard that it was – kept dripping, some of it running along the outside of the chest, some of it dripping down to the inside. 

All the while, Nico leaned against his desk, fondling and stroking himself through his pants. The raven chuckled, whispering something, but Dracoil barely heard him; he was too lost in the fuckery going on between him and the mimic. 

Thrust. 

Lick. 

Thrust. 

Lick. 

Squelch. 

The mimic’s tongue-tentacle finally slid up his ass, and he almost came right then and there. The same aphrodisiac slime hit him, running through his guts and filling him up, and his hole felt almost as sensitive as his cock in that moment. He moaned around the tentacle down his throat, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. 

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The mimic was merciless, ramming into him again and again, rocking him against the tentacles holding him back. Dracoil could barely catch his breath, and his eyes were rolled so far back that he couldn’t see anything. All he could do was wheeze against the tentacle down his throat, his hands curled into fists and his legs kicking idly as he was overwhelmed with the pure fuckery of the whole thing. 

In, out, in, out. The tongue-tentacle didn’t just pull back, it pulled out every single time, leaving him gaping, stretched, oozing with the slime-spit that it left behind. Then it went right back, punching into his ass, filling him so far that he could barely imagine taking any more than that. All the way in, his hole feeling like it was pushed to the ends of what anyone could take…and then out again. 

And again. 

And again. 

His cock throbbed, untouched, unmolested. It was all the more humiliating for that, knowing that he was getting fucked and that – that he was going to cum if it kept going. He groaned, rocked forward again, his cock thumping down against the lip of the chest once more. Almost sliding inside, almost sucked back into it – then pushed forward. In, out, in, out – captive in the tentacles – 

Rising up – moaning. 

Falling down – grunting. 

“Heh, this is extremely entertaining,” Nico muttered, the raven’s voice faint in the background. “I imagine that you’re going to be a while breaking. Failure that you are, I hope that you can at least provide some entertainment while you’re being trained.”

The tongue-tentacle finally rammed in at just the right angle, sliding between his cheeks and hitting his prostate hard. His eyes went wide as it shoved him up, his cock twitching up, down, up, down – 

“MMMPH!”

And then he went over the edge. The dragon moaned, thrusting his hips forward again, and again, and again, painting the floor with white ropes of seed as the aphrodisiac and the hungry mimic made him lose it. So good, so fucking – so fucking intense. 

Pulse. Throb. Pulse. Throb. His cock kept jumping, his ass clenching down tight on the tongue-tentacle inside. It was so much, so intense, that he could barely think through it. Wet tongue up his hole, wet tentacle down his throat, throbbing, bouncing cock spitting goo all over everything and all over him – it was sensual paradise. 

And then…then the coming down. He groaned as the tentacle slipped out of his throat, giving him the chance to breathe properly, while the one up his ass remained right where it was. Naked, exposed, shimmering with sweat and slime and…and still so fucking horned up that he could barely think. 

His eyes were bleary and his vision foggy as he stared at the raven, trying to think. Nico chuckled. 

“Look at you. Making a mess of my office. I should have hired you as a whore instead of an agent. At least that seems to be something that you’re vaguely competent at. Though I will have to hire cleaners to deal with the mess…”

[i]Have to…have to get…out…before the mimic closes…[/i]

“Any last words before I store you for later?” Nico asked, the raven idly fondling himself. 

“Y-yeah…”

“Mmm, you can speak? That is something. Go on, then. What is it?”

“Nnngh…heh…B-Body swap.”

“Wha –”

It was disorienting. It was nauseating. And it nearly left him falling face-first to the ground; the only thing that stopped him was the fact that Nico had been holding onto the desk as well as his dick, and that little bit of support saved him. 

“Wha – mmmph!”

While the raven was naked, in the mimic, and already being pulled back further. With his mouth gagged, Nico probably couldn’t order the mimic around, which meant that the chest was nothing more than a toy. Dracoil shook his head – 

Then blinked. He looked down at the suit he was now wearing. He’d been swapped, but his clothes hadn’t, and neither had Nico’s. Which meant that he had the other man’s suit…and everything in the pockets. Including the security keycard that the bird had been carrying. The dragon smiled as he pulled that free, tilting it back and forth before putting it back. That’d be useful; he could submit the spell under Nico’s name directly, now. 

But more than that…

He picked up the cell phone that had fallen out of the suit pockets. No password, no surprise. He set it up on the chair, pointing it at the naked bird. A couple more taps started a video call to the entire student body, as well as to all academy employees. 

[i]Let’s see how you dig yourself out of the hole of streaming your bare ass to the entire staff…[/i]

Dracoil groaned as he stepped back. It was hard not to feel a little bit of desire while looking at the mimic and its various tendrils; for all the danger of being swallowed, there was [i]so[/i] much to enjoy there, and his cock was still twitching from the aphrodisiac in his system. He wanted to enjoy it again, to feel all that slime running down his body, to enjoy the sensation of something so soft and flexible sliding up his ass – 

But no. In this case, he did have to be professional, and he had to make sure that he actually got the job done. He still had to get back to Draconicon. Once that was done, he could start thinking of something to take care of all the lust still running through his system. 

Until then, though…well, he had a little time before the security drones might come around, and certainly more than enough time to enjoy a little edging before someone knocked down the door. 

He hoped. 









[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Dracoil returns with a little offer for Draconicon, to get a little revenge on the asshole that hired him in the first place. 

Tags: M/solo, M/Monster, Mimic, Dragon, Tentacles, Anal, Oral, Aphrodisiacs, Nudity, Embarrassment, Orgasm, Cum, Raven,