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Two Weeks - Clean Up

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The fox groaned softly and sat up. He raised a paw to rub his head wearily, working in vain to get rid of a mild headache.

"Erf... don't tell me I woke up before the alarm again..." he said, as he slowly opened his eyes, his paw moving to wipe the sleep from them.

This is when he noticed something was a little different. First off, he was nude, second he wasn't in his room, nor was he any place he recognized. Quickly he darted awake.

He looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in a moderately small room, no more than ten feet on a side. He lay on a single size bed with white sheets. Across the way was a stainless steel toilet, set low to the ground, a sink built into it where the tank would have been. To his left was a metal table, a matching chair pushed in under it. The walls seemed to be padded, with a line of light running around the top, about a foot down from the ceiling, illuminating the entire room in a soft ambient white light. In the center of the roof was a hole about five feet wide, though from what he could see there was some sort of grating there.

As he was one to not be hasty he climbed out of the bed, and walked over slowly to the hole, looking up.

"Hello? Anyone up there?" No answer. Again he called, louder, but still there was no reply. Finally he just gave up, and walked back towards the bed. He sighed softly, and looked over at the table, this time seeing a piece of paper.

His ears perked. He dashed over to it rather quickly and picked it up, starting to read.

Hello mark,

As you're no doubt aware by now you're not at home. You've been selected as a subject for my lab. Your parents have already been informed, and compensated for their cooperation, and as you have no friends, there will be no one to come to your aid.

Your cooperation would be appreciated in the upcoming weeks, but it is entirely not necessary, as everything I have planned for you will happen whether or not you want it to.

Doctor Mertezi

"What in the world?" he looked at the letter with a puzzled expression on his face, one ear flopped to the side. "What the heck is this place?" he said softly.

"It's my lab, young one." the voice seemed to come from within the room, though as the fox whipped around, he saw no one. "And welcome. Please, make yourself at home. You'll be here for quite a while."

Mark finally just looked to the hole in the ceiling, though saw nothing but white there. "Who are you?" he didn't sound so much upset, as he was just confused.

"As you read in the letter, I am Professor Mertezi, and you, m'boy, are my first test subject. You were quite the find, too. It took me nearly a month to find someone such as you."

"What? What do you mean? Test subject?" He was as confused as ever.

"You'll find out, with time. I'll come to collect you soon for a physical. I must be sure you're healthy before I do anything."

"What? I... ah... You can't do this!"

"Oh, but I can. You see, I've already spoken to your parents, and I've given them a rather good sum of money for their cooperation, so you're mine until I say otherwise." With this there was a soft click as the speaker turned off, the room again being left in silence.

"You can't do this! Let me out of here!" But there was no answer. He let out a weak sigh, and padded over to the bed again. He plopped down, and let out a soft grunt as he felt an odd pressure within his rear. It felt almost as if he needed to use the toilet, only oddly different.

He looked over at the stainless steel toilet, then about the room, trying to see if there was a camera, or some other thing to let this madman watch him.

. A little gurgle echoed in his gut. The fox reached down and held his paw there, wincing slightly. His ears perked, though, as he felt that his belly seemed to be just slightly swollen. He looked down, and confirmed that it indeed was, his lower belly distended at least a couple inches.

"What the...?"

He thought back to how he got here, his mind cloudy. "Okay... I left the school, and went to my spot to meditate... then..." He perked his ears high, "I was attacked! That... thing raped me!"

Again his stomach gurgled, a little twinge of pain flashing by with it.

"Erf... I just hope that thing didn't rip something..." Again he sighed, looking over at the toilet. He really didn't want to use it, but what choice did he have? He was trapped here.

After arguing back and forth in his mind, he finally stood with a soft grunt, and started towards the toilet, when a little, rather irritating buzzer sounded for a couple seconds. . He folded his ears down slightly to block the sound, and then looked about the room for its source.

The center grating was lowering down. It was attached at four points by steel poles, and a chair sat in the middle. It had two armrests, with what looked like leather straps for the person sitting in it.

There was a soft click as the speaker came back on. "If you'll get into the chair we can get started."

"What? No!"

"Alright, have it your way." And with another soft click the speaker turned back off.

"Heh, for some nut ball mad scientist he's not very assertive." Something hit his side with a soft thwip. He looked down, and saw some sort of wet spot ther, as well as the remains of what looked like a paintball. "Wha...?" As he moved his paw down to check to see what it was his head became clouded, his vision dimmed, and he passed out.

"Welcome back to the world, young fox."

Again Mark slowly awakened, his head still buzzing from whatever he was hit with earlier. He moved his paw to rub at his head, or at least tried to. His arm wouldn't move, though. He quickly perked up and looked down at it, to see what the matter was.

His arm was held down at the wrist by a heavy leather strap, and just above the elbow. At this realization he quickly looked over the rest of his body. He saw similar straps over his chest, waist, just above his knee, and around his ankles. It felt like his tail was curled back and up and held there with another strap.

It looked like he was strapped down to a white table, the surface some sort of fake leather with just enough padding under him to make his position at least slightly less uncomfortable.

The room he was in looked like some sort of doctor's office. One wall was half covered with a massive mirror that he could only assume was two-way. On the opposite wall was a long counter, a sink about in the middle. Gray cabinets lined the counter both underneath, and overhead. The countertop, as far as the fox could tell, were some sort of polished black stone.

The most he could manage to move was his head, paws, feet, and to speak. This he took advantage of right away.

"What the hell?" he struggled at his bonds in vain, "let me out of here!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. You're in no position to be making demands, fox." At this his assailant stepped into view.

He didn't really look to terribly threatening. He was perhaps just shy of six feet tall, a rabbit. He seemed to have a light build, but it was hard to tell thanks to his loose fitting lab coat. His fur was a deep, shiny black, as though he took care of it well, though his muzzle, and neck where a creamy white. Resting on his muzzle was a pair of squared off bifocals, the rims bronze colored. Mark couldn't see any more than that from his position.

The rabbit leaned in over Mark and smiled, his face partially shadowed by the overhead lights. "Now, just have to give you a little physical to make sure you're healthy. This shouldn't hurt a bit."

Again mark thrashed in his bonds, "let me go!" The rabbit merely chuckled as he stepped away again; walking behind Mark, out of view.

The fox tried to look back, but he was up at an angle, and his view was blocked. He perked his ears at the sound of snapping rubber.

Unknown to Mark, Dr. Mertezi was putting on a pair of latex gloves. He grabbed a small box of utensils, and then walked back to the fox's side. There he set the box on a small table next to Mark, and looked the teen over, a smirk on his face.

Mark growled up at him, tugging at his bonds, yet again. "Let me up, damn it!" the doctor merely ignored him as he prepared his things on the side table; A stethoscope, a little wooden tab, a small flashlight, and a bottle of lubricant.

Calmly he put on the stethoscope and tested it by thumping a finger against the pad, then brought it down to the foxes chest, all the while Mark was tugging at his bonds, leaving his heart racing, much to the doctor's approval.

Slowly he worked over the fox for nearly a half an hour, the teen's struggles dying down after about five minutes. His wrists were sore.

Mark now just watched this madman look over his nude form as if he were just inspecting a car for scratches.

Though he hated to admit it the rabbit's soft paws working though his fur was starting to feel rather good, even with the gloves. With this he slowly began to relax, that is until his balls were suddenly groped. This made him jump. "What the hell are you doing?"

Mertezi just ignored him and continued his inspection. Slowly he rolled the fox's balls around in his paw, barely squeezing. He brought his other paw up now, working over the base of Mark's sheath, massaging there gently, working his way upwards.

Though he did his best to ignore it, Mark's body was rather enjoying the feeling, and was quickly beginning to betray him. Soon the tapered, pink tip of his length began to emerge from his sheath, glistening with the moisture inside from the overhead lights.

As the doctor continued Mark closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore his growing erection, his hips just starting to twitch. He was almost relieved as the rabbit pulled his paws away again, leaving his length resting there, partly exposed to the air.

Mark laid there, his eyes closed, panting slightly. Just as calmly as ever he hit a little switch on the table. It tipped up slowly, and leveled out. This made Mark's heart skip a beat from the sudden movement.

He gasped and looked up at the rabbit. His mind raced as he tried to figure out just what he was up to. This was soon answered as his paw came down and pushed Mark's tail out of the way, revealing his tailhole.

He tisked, "What's this?" He grabbed a small white towel and wiped mark off a bit, picking up some half dried clear goop. "You're quite a mess down here, fox. What have you been up to?" Mark just stayed silent.

Doctor Mertezi moved over to a nearby sink and soaked the towel in warm water, then moved back to continue cleaning up the fox's rear. His fur was matted in the creature's fluids.

Finally he thought the fox was clean enough, and grabbed the bottle of lubricant. He squeezed some out onto his fingers, and coated them well. "Just relax, Mark, this won't hurt a bit." Mark's ears perked at this, and looked down at the rabbit, "What are you..." His words trailed off to a gasp as the doctor easily slipped his entire finger into the fox's rear, causing him to arch up slightly.

The rabbit quirked an ear as he felt something solid. "Now what have we here?" He felt around it more, then made a soft growling sound that sent a shiver up Mark's back, the fur on his tail bristling. "That damned wyvern." He sighed softly. "I'll deal with her later. For now, little fox, we'll have to get this egg out of you; else it'll get in the way of what I have planned."

At this Mark blinked. "...Egg?" He thought over the events of the day before. He had felt something thick enter him, but he just thought it was the creature's knot, or something else like that.

The doctor reached under the table, just under the fox's feet, and flipped a pair of levers. He pulled Mark's legs up, and spread them apart, exposing his tailhole more. The fox hardly seemed to notice though, as he was in shock.

"What egg?" He tugged at his bonds again slightly.

Dr. Mertezi moved up beside Mark, and looked down to him. "It seems that my assistant did a little more than just retrieve you yesterday, as she laid an egg in you. It should be easy enough to get back out, but you'll need to work with me to do so, and if you don't you'll soon get very uncomfortable, and you may just get rather sick. I'd rather avoid this happening, and I'm sure you would too, yes?"

The fox paused for a moment. Sure, he didn't want to get sick, but he also didn't want to help this madman. He debated with himself for a few moments then decided that if he was going to escape, he'd have to be well to do so. "Alright, fine. What do I have to do?"

The rabbit smiled, "you'll just have to push." He brought his paw back down and slipped his finger into the fox's tailhole again, spreading the lubrication out over it.

He hesitated for a few moments as he squirmed. He didn't really like this rabbit's finger in him, but then, he didn't much want an egg in him either. He drew in a slow breath, held it, and then gave an experimental push, almost gasping in surprise as the egg moved down just slightly.

"There, just like that, keep going." Again Mark gave a push, stronger this time, and gasped aloud as the egg passed over his prostate, causing a jolt of surprising pleasure to blast into him. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly now, and let out a little grunt as he pushed again, harder now. A soft moan built in his throat as the egg moved down his gut.

The doctor tracked its progress with his finger then smiled as he felt it push his finger out. "Alright, this is where it gets a little tricky. You're going to have to push and hold it, until it comes all the way out."

Mark wasn't quite sure what he meant, so he continued as he was doing. He gave another grunt as he pushed again, his tailhole slowly stretching open as the egg pushed outward, the white tip just starting to crown. Finally he had to relax to catch his breath. The fox gasped a little as he felt the egg slip back into him slightly, again sliding over his prostate.

"Don't worry, just try again. We have plenty of time, little fox." Mark made a little noise of protest about being called 'little fox,' but there were more pressing matters to take care of at the moment.

He drew in another long breath, and grunted as he pushed again, harder now. The egg slowly stretched him open again, more than before. He jumped a little as the doctor stroked gently around the egg with a lubricated finger, causing it to slip back inside slightly, but the contact helped him relax more. He held it there as best he could, and drew in another breath. Again he grunted as he pushed, the egg sliding more freely, his tailhole getting stretched out farther, nearly three inches now.

"Al...most ... there..." This encouragement helped mark. His maw opened wide as he let out a soft moan. The egg stretched him open wide as it reached its crest of nearly three and a half inches then suddenly popped out into the rabbit's waiting paws, a small burst of thick, clear liquid following after it.

The rabbit wrapped the egg in a warm towel then grabbed another to clean up the fox. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Mark just lay there, panting, his head spinning slightly. His ears perked as he felt the rabbit probing him with a finger again. He leaned his head up to look down at the doctor. "What are you...?"

"Just making sure she only laid one in you, just in case." He felt around for a few seconds then pulled his fingers out, satisfied.

"Alright, we just need to clean you up, and we'll be good to start." He reached down and picked up what looked like a paintball gun, filled with clear balls. "Now, are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to put you under again?"

Mark hesitated for a moment then sighed. What choice did he have just now? "I'll cooperate..."

The rabbit smiled. "Good. I'm going into the next room to release your straps. You just need to go through the door," he motions behind him, "over there, and clean yourself up. And please, don't try anything; I really don't want to have to dose you again."

With this he walked off, leaving Mark alone, again.