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Alternative Medicine

"About a month." What a load of bullshit.

The moonlight pours down as the dry grass crunches under my feet. The gash in the right arm of my jacket flutters in the persistent chilly breeze as I get closer to the lights looming in the horizon. By car, it would be a few minutes, but on foot, I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever actually make it there.

I can take a jet around the entire world in a day. The entire Library of congress is available from the phone I keep in my pocket. But for some reason, the words "stage four" are still a death sentence. Apparently all of the radiation and drugs on the planet couldn't save me. I could rob a bank and bribe the best doctors in the world, but they would still just tell me to enjoy the time I have left while my body kills itself.

But I want to live.

There's not a whole lot of information on what's in the quarantine zone. Officially it's just a precaution because they had a leak from some sort of chemical weapon. They evacuated a whole chunk of the state and set up a military perimeter. But there's always rumors online, that inside of the fence was some sort of biological miracle/disaster. Maybe it's a hazard, twisting up bodies worse than cancer ever could . . . But some say that it's something more. Something that could change your body completely, fix what ails you by changing what "_ you _" means. To some, this is as good as dying . . .

I think it's worth a shot. Being human is fine . . . but only if your body actually works right.

Getting over the wall was easier than I thought it would be. They noticed me about halfway up, and then there were warnings and spotlights. They didn't shoot though. Apparently they were much more worried about things getting out than some bald skinny asshole trying to get in. I ripped my jacket on the top, and rolled my ankle when I fell . . . but I made it. And what did it matter if my leg hurt and my arm was cold? It was almost nice to feel the pain pulsing with every step. I was still in control of myself. Still alive.

The lights in the distance come into focus, a red cross on a three story building. This was probably the biggest hospital in the area back before they put up the wall. Now it_ definitely _ is. The building still has power somehow, even thought the quarantine cut off everything from the outside. This is a good sign. If anyone is going to be able to fix me, they're in there.

Then again, I haven't seen anyone yet. Maybe this really was some kind of poison gas leak, and the toxins are slowly seeping into me. That doesn't really change my situation though. I approach the building, shivering in the darkness as the chill wind continues to blow.

I cringe as the frosted glass doors in the front slide open automatically with a whoosh of warm air. It smells antiseptic, still clean, still used . . . and yet, I don't see anyone in the reception area. My voice is swallowed as I call out for help, footsteps clopping on the clean floor tiles as I walk past the abandoned counter towards the back. The swinging doors creak as I poke my head in, looking down the hallway as I shout out again.

Suddenly, something crashes into the backs of my legs. I shout, falling backwards into a wheelchair being pushed forwards with insistent impetus. The hallway is rushing by as I grab onto the plastic armrests, feet splayed out as I hazard a look behind me.

The nurse is dressed up in an old fashioned uniform, bleached white with a button up front, knee length skirt, and a red cross on her cap. But she obviously isn't human. A fox's muzzle protrudes from her face, complete with twitching whiskers and a black wet nose. Her body is covered in mixed gray black fur that darkens as it travels down her bared arms to where her dark paw-like hands grasp around the handles of the wheelchair. She looks more animal than human.

But despite her strange animal appearance, she still has some obvious human characteristics. Her breasts are pressed taut against the fabric of her uniform and she has curves in all of the right places. As she strides purposely forwards, her rump sways from side to side. I can see the whisking dark tip of a tail swishing around behind her.

Is this a good sign? Can they help me?

I shout at her to stop but she seems to ignore me, continuing to barrel forwards. I nearly have a heart attack as we crash through another set of double doors into a bright open operating room. The chair lurches to a stop and I try to get up, but those animal hands rest on my shoulders, pressing me back with surprising strength as another much shorter tan furred fox-nurse walks in from the far side of the room, her white clothes baggy on her slight frame though her bust still presses against the white linen on the front of her uniform.

I have no clue if this is where I need to be, or maybe it's just a fever dream. But I can't stop. Not yet. "Please, are you a doctor? I have stage four lymphatic cancer . . ." My voice sounds terrible to my own ears.

"Severe deformation of cranium and extremities. This will require a full corrective procedure." The smaller fox's voice is authoritarian, despite its higher pitch. She seems to ignore my question, tapping a pen against her pointed teeth, looking down at me as she circles, slitted golden eyes noting down every detail of my shriveled form. "Subject shows signs of trauma and delirium. Nurse, please remove the patient's coverings and prepare them for the procedure."

"Yes, Head Nurse," The gray fox's huskier voice rings out.

I try to protest as she reaches down an hauls me up from the chair. Even as I try to push her away it's evident that there's quite a bit of muscle behind her rather svelte frame.

"Head Nurse, the subject refuses to cooperate. How should I proceed?" The gray fox's tail swishes about behind her irritably as I fruitlessly try to push her back. One of my clumsy swings catches against her straining bust, ripping open her shirt and revealing the plush cleavage of her pronounced breasts. My protests turn to stuttering as a blush rises to my cheeks. She manages to wrap her paws around my jacket and tug it awkwardly away from me as we continue to wrestle.

"We must follow standard procedures and placate the patient. They are obviously distressed." The fennec walks behind me as I continue to rebuff the handsy silver fox. A sudden sharp kick to the back of my knees sends me toppling forwards.

The silver fox's hands wrap around my shoulders and pull me towards her, hands wrapping around my face and pulling me against her pillowy bust. Her fur is silky soft against my burning cheeks, and I can feel the jostling heft of her plump breasts pressed against the sides of my face. I struggle, smelling her odd musky sweet animal scent as she wraps her arms under mine and holds me steady like some sort of fuzzy luchador.

The smaller fox's hands reach around and undo my belt, tugging down my ragged jeans. "Prepping the injection site." Her voice is muffled by the soft flesh around my ears. I feel a hot breath against the back of my exposed balls, followed by a cold wet sniffing nose. My spine stiffens as I feel her slick warm tongue scrub out against my taint. Her paws reach out and grasp against the back of my thighs, dimpling my flesh as she laps out again and again, harder every time as I struggle ineffectually. My voice comes out as a pleasured squeak, a strange tingling building up behind my balls as I melt against the gray vixen's chest. My cock stiffens, pulsing as it grinds out against the smooth white fabric of her nurse uniform feeling her own flesh pulse under it.

The smaller fox's paw presses up two fingers rubbing in on either side of her tongue, making me gasp in air filtered through warm fur. I can feel my flesh welling out, sensations sharpening as two pulsing pink edges form, massaged by her leathery paw pads. My skin glistens as it pulls into a quivering vertical slit, her tongue slipping up over it as I can feel my insides pulling and stretching in impossible straining tugs. She pulls back and licks her lips.

There is a creak of wooden legs being dragged across the pristine linoleum floor as she pulls up a stool behind me and hops up on it with strange vulpine grace. "Preparing to administer inoculation. Nurse, please begin the therapeutic stimulation." She reaches down and begins to lift the front of her own over-large white skirt . . .

"Yes, head nurse." The gray vixen's voice is a low throaty growl as she pulls me back so that my face is inches from the tip of her pointy muzzle. My eyes fix on her pink tongue as it licks over her pointed canine teeth.

"Wait, I . . ." My protests are interrupted as she pushes forwards and locks her dark lips against my own. Her hot tongue slides into my mouth and her paw-hands wrap around the sides of my head. She rubs her hot body up against my own, my cock grinding against the now tented fabric of her white skirt.

A sandy furred hand leans against my rump as the fennec slides her other fingers down past my ass, paws tugging at the impossibly sensitive gash behind my balls. She reaches under the hem of her dress, lifting the crisp material. A red pointed shaft juts from between her legs, heavy fuzzy balls drawn up taut below it. She carefully lines herself up and grinds forwards into my freshly formed female gash with a practiced shove of her petite hips. My confused scream of pleasure is muffled by the gray vixen's eagerly lapping muzzle. New muscles in my freshly formed passage wrench around the fennec's vulpine shaft as I feel her cock buck and leak out musky slickness inside of me. I can feel my body shifting from the inside out while my breaths come out in ragged heaves.

It's impossible. It's alluring. I'm scared. But I like it. It's wrong . . . But I feel so . . . _ sexy _.

My jaw is creaking, teeth sharpening as our tongues twine together between growing fangs. Each breath brings both of their musky dual-natured scents into glorious irresistible detail as my nose presses to the front of my stretching muzzle, whiskers forming on either side and twitching eagerly. Burnt orange fur blossoms soft and full on my creaking head as her paws run over it, rubbing playfully against my ears, tugging them up into points as I flick them experimentally.

I should be worried about my condition, my disease . . . I _ am _ worried, but it's changing. I'm more worried about _ other _ people: poor lost souls without muzzles or tails. I could help them fix all of those things . . .

The stool creaks under the fluffy Head Nurse's weight as she slams into my feminine sex with repetitive gusto. Soon, the hot wide mass of her knot is slamming into the edges of my slit, bumping up against the occluded fleshy nub crowning it that makes my own cock arc up and strain with need. Her paw wanders down my spine, pinching in at the base as I twist in ecstasy. There's a halting creak as my flesh bulges, and then my body cracks out between her kneading fingers, making my pussy clamp down against her as I moan.

The gray vixen leans in harder against me, one hand reaching down and flipping up her skirt, revealing her own knotted animal cock as she grinds her hips forwards. Her padded fingers wrap around my shaft and pull it against her own tapered crimson tool, squeezing them together and rubbing slowly up and down the lengths. A whimper builds up in my throat as the skin of my shaft begins to thin, turning a passionate marbled carmine as the tip stretches up into a dribbling vulpine point. The pressure of her knot squeezes against my cock increases as pillowy whiteness engulfs my balls and forms a fluffy sheath for my twisting shaft. Slowly my own knot stretches out, pulsing with magma-hot searing bliss as her own bulb grinds against it and the fur starts prickling down my legs in brilliant orange and snow white.

I know they're taking care of me. The thought makes me shiver and moan: becoming all svelte and sexy. They will fix whatever is wrong with me, and then I can help the Head Nurse. We can cure whatever ailments our patients have . . .

One of the smaller nurse's paws is stroking my rump, combing her blunt claws through the glossy rust colored fur as it prickles in. She continues to ram her knot forwards against my straining cleft as I gasp and my insides squeeze around her so that I can feel the turgid details of every pulsing inch. One of her hands wraps around the thicker base of my tail, squeezing down at the twitching developing muscles and then slowly jerking back. It makes my asshole strain as my tail creaks forwards, tugging wildly against her grasp as thick voluminous brilliant orange fur floods in all the way up to the black and then white tip.

The gray nurse pulls her voluptuous vulpine body tight against mine, sandwiching our cocks together. My own shaft looks more like hers now, taut pulsing crimson as her leathery paw pads squeeze teasingly at our grinding swollen knots, knuckles brushing over our plump fuzzy balls. I push my muzzle forwards and lick all over her face with canine eagerness as she presses the warm heft of her engulfing breasts against me. My own chest itches, sensitive nipples widening as they become perky, squeezed against the tightening fabric of my shirt. The pressure becomes too intense, a whine escaping my throat as there is a great halting riiiip and my swelling breasts burst from their thin fabric prison. Their increasingly furry malleable weight and heft grinds forwards against the silver fox's own, growing to match her own impressive rack.

My torrid snatch strains around the edges of the Head Nurse's knot as her thrusting becomes harder and slower, her sandy colored tail wriggling around behind her as even she begins to pant. She grabs my own densely furred tail, squeezing and yanking it up, making my ears pull back as she grinds forwards in one last agonizingly slow push. My balls clench and my clit tingles as time ceases, my vaginal muscles stretched to the limit. And then, she finds just enough torque, and I shriek out as my insides clamp down and lock her knot inside of me with a fleshy resounding thud.

The gray vixen nuzzles at my neck as my muzzle pulls up and my golden eyes contract into slits. I feel the head nurse's pulsing shaft tugging out and pushing in against me, making my insides start to spasm in tight muscular bursts that resonate down my spine in ecstasy. The fennec's claws scrape through my fur as the Head Nurse's cock arcs inside of me, pulsing as she begins to cum, filling me with molten waves of vulpine essence. The sensations in my cleft bloom out and intensify as I'm rocked by my first female orgasm, torrid insides clamping down and milking the girthy shaft tightly knotted inside of me.

Pumping faster and faster around our shafts, the gray nurse's leathery paw pads jerk down lower each time before wrapping around our knots and giving a great tight squeeze. I yip and cry out in unison with the silver vixen as both of our members quake, furry balls tightening before we both erupt. Thick pearlescent seed rockets out of my shaft, mixing with her own and splattering up against my fur and her nurse's uniform. Her fingers wrap tight against the underside of our knots, brushing against the edges of our fluffy sheaths as she draws our climaxes out. The air is filled with the peppery two-toned animal reek of our unions: autumn leaves mixed with smoldering cinnamon.

Every time my pussy clenches down, my cock bucks in sympathy. Every time my shaft brushes against the other nurse's own, my cleft spasms with bliss. I wrap my arms around her, pulling our heavy breasts together as I yowl out in ecstasy. Their paws play all over my now vulpine body, stroking and caressing: showing me directly how wonderful it is to fix other people's problems and help them become fully vulpine.

"The procedure was a complete success." The head nurse nods, breathing heavily. She rests her paws on my hips before pulling back. I let out a yelp as her knot strains at my femininity before sliding out with a sharp wet pop.

"Thank you, Head Nurse." I pant, my voice now higher pitched, but with a sultry rumble behind it. The words feel completely normal, as if I've been saying them all of my life. I step out of the remnants from my old clothes and stand at attention as best I can, black nose still huffing in the richness of our lovemaking hanging in the air.

The gray nurse tucks her retreating erection behind her skirt as she too recovers from the procedure.

"This operating room is a mess. You two need to clean it up." The Head Nurse hops down from the stool, walking over to a low set table, picking up a clipboard, and jotting down notes in a spidery script. "But first, you two need to make yourselves presentable. Take half an hour to tidy up."

"Yes head nurse." We both speak in unison as the diminutive Head Nurse leaves through the swinging double doors without another word.

"Here. There's showers next to the storage rooms." The gray vixen takes me by the hand. "We can help each other get clean there . . ." She leans forwards and laps out with her long pink tongue, scraping up an errant dribble of semen on the nipple of my ample breasts, golden eyes looking up at me with evident mischief. "Then we can get a clean uniform for you . . ."

"Thank you." I huff as I follow.

I know that I had been worried about something before, but whatever it was, I'm sure it's been fixed now. The head nurse knows how to fix everything. I follow my new partner to the showers, noticing the bulge of her thick erection poking once again at the material of her skirt. "I think I'm going to enjoy working here . . ." I say dreamily.