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Two Weeks : A Choice

by Felekar

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Fire burned through mark's veins, blind to all other sensation. Brief, red-tinted images of his surroundings flashed by, interspersed with the almost soothing scenes of numb blackness. A pair of huge wyvern talons clamped tight around his shoulders. In his brief moments of consciousness he saw glimpses of the garden from high above, the pathway down to the lake far below him. The next time he came to he saw the doctor with arms outstretched up to him. He carried the boy to the ground.

A choked whimper filled the fox's throat. Marra's tight grip served to stem the flow of the venom, if only a little. As she let go the poison coursed through his veins unhindered. He could hear nothing but a deafening ring. He tasted copper. He swore he was on the verge of death.

The doctor laid him out on his back quickly and grabbed all the tools he needed from his hip bag . Due to the collar around the teen's neck he had a good idea exactly what had to be done and collected the essentials on his way out. Right away he pumped the first of many small doses of anti-venom into his bloodstream. It was as strong as the wyvern's poison; if administered all at once it would only kill the boy even faster.

From his satchel, he pulled a sedative and administered it to the fox. His erratic heartbeat slowed to a more reasonable hundred beats per minute, and his breath became less ragged. The doctor checked over the huge bite that dominated the left side of Mark's chest. Blood had wept into the fur, and left it a terrible mess. It looked as though it had sealed over, but he wanted to move the egg-heavy boy inside right away.

Barefoot as always, he jogged inside to a panel near the entryway that led to Mark's room. There he pulled out a rectangular mat about the size of a small mattress from a recess near the floor, the corners rounded. With a flick of a switch it became as light as a feather and bobbed up just a fraction.

He rushed back to the boy's side with it and lifted him atop with care; one arm under his knees, the other behind his shoulders. Where the doctor's sleep rubbed over, the ragged, matted fur rubbed away down to bare skin. With a white cloth from his bag, he wiped over the wound and cleaned all the loose material away.

His back had wound pierced into it that matched that on his chest. After an hour, he felt satisfied with his work. The bare patch of skin radiated in all directions around the U-shaped scarred-over bite wound. It extended down to his elbow, and up the side and front of his neck partly. His check and back were bald across the left side to the bottom of his ribcage, and it seemed that, despite the continued doses of anti-venom, it continued to fall out slowly.

The boy's breath was shallow, his nose dry, eyes closed. Little convulsions ran through his body sporadically. A twitch in his legs, a shudder of his arm. His eyelids fluttered as the orbs behind darted about, shrouded in dreams the rabbit could not even begin to guess at.

Doctor Mertezi sighed, "I should have kept you safer, little one. I'm so very sorry." He knew the unconscious fox could not hear him, but he spoke anyway, for his own benefit. "But what went wrong?" The boy was stable, and the antidote had stopped any more damage over a few hours work, so he finally had time to stop and think.

"Smith has been so docile this whole time, and his handler said she never had a problem with him, so why did he choose just then to attack?" He mumbled aloud to himself, "No one else in the garden at the time, I know that much for certain." His eyes wandered down Mark's body, to his crotch. Even while unconscious the tip of his black coated shaft hung free of his sheath. "I mean, he simply wouldn't attack like that... unless."

His normally laid back ears perked over his head, "no no, that couldn't be it... could it?" He flipped the leather satchel at his hip open and plucked out a cotton swab. His soft fingers settled atop the boy's sheath tip, thumb tucked under. As he squeezed around it gently he angled it up and pressed the swab in against the exposed urethra. The surface was as slick as ever but, just as he expected, not a trace of black transferred onto the swab. He probed it forward into deep into the fox's urethra, then pulled it out with the same care.

The surface of the cotton glistened slightly in the light. His keen eyes spotted this, and he turned to the large wyvern that rested behind him, as alert as ever.

"Marra, is there any of the boy's semen on here?" The look on his face showed worry. He uncapped the little tube and held it out for her. The large creature leaned forward and took a long whiff of the tiny vial, then nodded to him, confirming his concerns.

The rabbit gave Marra a gentle pet across the head as he turned his attention back to the prone figure just a few steps away. "The way I designed it," he shook his head, "there's no way it would fail on its own." He stared at Mark's figure, deep in thought. He ran over the way the device worked again and again in his mind. A paw on his chin stroked over the whiskers there while he pondered, "Once it's set in place it's set. There's no reason it should fail."

He walked over as he spoke, his bare feet silent on the padded floor. He slipped the vial into his pouch, then crossed his arms, eyes fixed on the unconscious boy, focused through the square spectacles upon the bridge of his muzzle. He scanned up and down over the prone form. With careful, deliberate steps the rabbit circled around, before he noticed, for the first time, all the fur behind the vulpine's white, furry balls had dropped out. The bald sac had retracted tight against his body. That only served as a highlight to how swollen they had become. Each had doubled in size since he applied the latex sheathe. "Now why did I not see that?"

The doctor took his first good look at his patient's abused hole. Loose strands of fur clung to the old semen that still leaked out of the loose tailstar, but most of it had fallen out. Dr. Mertezi pulled a soft cloth from his satchel and wiped the area clean. The flesh underneath was much too smooth to be skin; glossy even, and the more he wiped, the more came away. In all, the fox's butt was bald half way out to his hips, up the underside of the fox's limp tail a short ways, and forward over his heavy sac.

"Marra, I need to take him inside." She lifted her head and responded with a slight snort. "He'll be just a little ways away, down the hall. I'll even leave the doors open. Okay?" He gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll do everything I can to reunite you two as soon as possible. I just want to be sure he's alright." She considered a moment, then nodded her agreement. Though wary of separation, Marra trusted he would keep her little mate safe.

He pulled Mark across the room with the same ease as before. On the same wall as the two-way viewing mirror was a doorway that led back into the lab proper. He placed his paw on the pad at its center, and it slid out of the way silently. Just as the path to mark's room, there was an airlock system in place. The second door slid away with just a tap, before he hurried along down the hall into another room. The Lights bloomed to bright as he entered. A device similar in structure to an MRI dominated the rear half of the space. The chamber of the scanner was quite large, even Marra, with her towering four meter stature could squeeze into it.

Just to the left of he door was a low desk, a screen atop it to display the readings. As he entered, it flickered to life. A boot-up and self-calibration sequence finished within a minute then switched blacked for a moment. When it came back to life, it read 'Scan ready, touch screen to start.'

He pulled Mark across the room and turned up the pad's repulsion until it hovered at the same level as the scanner's bay. With utmost care, he rolled mark onto his back on the flat, plastic surface, then bounced back to the terminal and began the sequence.

A soft rhythmic sound of a ocean waves made of glass beads filled the room as it began its process. At first a fuzzy form appeared on the screen. As each wave advanced and receded more and more detail was added, until the image on the screen was as lifelike as the form that lay prone across the room. Victor guided the touch display with both paws. He zoomed down toward the fox's groin, then tapped in a few commands. The odd rubbery coat that encased Mark's shaft was highlighted in green, while everything else became transparent. He zoomed in closer and looked it over in fine detail.

Everything looked normal, until he explored the coating on the inner surface of the fox's urethra. It should have been an uninterrupted, pristine tube from the tip of his shaft, through his prostate, into into bladder. Upon close inspection he saw a small seam in front of the seminal vesicle that should not have been there. "Hello, what's this?" Again he zoomed closer, so that this small scar in the material filled the screen before him.

"Hmm, seems that it did fail." He thought a moment, then drew up the focus on the surrounding organs. His eyes went wide, "That's different."

Mark's internal anatomy had changed. His prostate had grown to nearly triple it's normal size, which explained how it broke the seal. A defined pouch had formed around the quartet of eggs. The doctor highlighted the newly formed organ and examined it further. There was a defined channel that led down into Mark's rectum. A protein plug filled the narrow passage and kept it sealed; the last remnant of the tether Marra had planted there to keep the eggs secure.

An error popped up on the display just then. 'Patient has moved beyond acceptable levels. Further scan updates unavailable. Would you like to reset?" Dr. Mertezi looked across the room at the boy, but despite the message on the screen, he looked as though he hadn't moved at all, so he saved the current data, and let it reset. As he scanned over Mark's form again, the machine threw up the same error. "Infernal thing! The boy's not moving, he's unconscious!" He tried once more with the same result. With the third failure he threw his paws in the air and stood. "Fine, don't cooperate. I got all the information I need out of you anyway." The doctor scowled for the first time in quite a while and moved across the room, where he loaded the prone form back onto the hover-mat.

The red and white strands of fur left behind on the tray caught Dr. Mertezi's eye. He collected it in his paws, then turned his attention to Mark, who lay as motionless as ever. The trauma and pain from earlier looked to have drained from his face. His eyes still danced in their sockets as his mind was filled with dreams that the boy would not likely remember when he awoke.

"Let's get you back to Marra. I don't want you two separated for too long." He lowered the pad back to the floor, then brought him down the hall into the room that contained the fox's belongings. He though it better for him to be as comfortable as possible, and where better than his own bed? The doctor spread a white sheet over the mattress, tucked it in, then set Mark atop it gently.

His phone vibrated the signal for a message, and spooked the old rabbit. as he stood. There were so few places this far into the lab that got cell coverage, so he had been out of contact for hours at the fox's side. "Hey Vic, it's Me. Tried to get ahold of you after the gathering, but I guess you were busy. Alan talked to me about an internship with you? Well I think it'll do him good! Besides, that means a bit more alone time back here." She laughed in her usual, slightly ditsy way. "Oh! If you could, get a ticket for the Friday after next! Take care, bubye!"

"I almost forgot about that. What's the time anyway?" He checked his wristwatch, and found that it was the wee hours of the morning. He was exhausted; it just had not really struck him until then. His focus turned to Marra, who matched his gaze. Both sets of eyes were lidded heavily. The mighty creature's jaw crept open wide, and the light squeak of a yawn filled her chest. The doctor chuckled a little as he could not stop his own, "I know, I'm tired too. He'll be okay, right now he should just rest, and honestly, so should I."

He stepped in close to the wyvern and wrapped his arms across her neck in a soft embrace. She returned it in kind with her large head tucked against his back. "When he wakes up, call. I'll come in a hurry." A rumble and churr echoed around him. "Good night, girl." He pet over her side, then let go and turned. He dimmed the lights on his way out.

Victor walked down the hall to room next to his office. Inside was spartan. Just a large comfortable bed; a barren nightstand beside it. He did not even bother with the lights. The rabbit settled on the side of the bed as he took the glasses from the bridge of his short muzzle to the stand. He took off his tie and shirt together, then loosened his belt and sprawled out on the bed. Quite promptly, he fell asleep.

~~~

_ Rushing. Swooping. Air rushing over me.

The ground is far away. So far away.

Just a twitch.

I drop!

Fields of rainbows rush to me.

I to them.

Eyes wide. I see it!_

Food! So fast.

I'm faster!

Strike!

Clamp!

Bite!

Mine!

~~~

The fox awoke from the fleeting dream to the worst ache of his life. He did not move a muscle. He dared not; everything hurt too. A loud ring filled his ears. Even with his eyes closed, the light through his lids still was too bright, and aggravated the throb that went through his entire head with every heartbeat.

It was all his strength to let out a long dry groan.

"Excellent, it's working!" The unmistakable voice of Dr. Mertezi rang in his ears as though shouted through a bullhorn.

There was a terrible tightness in his chest. Every breath was labored and shallow. This rivaled the feeling that radiated from his crotch. It felt as though his balls had an intense, hot pressure all around them, squeezed from every side.

All this new sensation flooded into him and dug out a dull whimper. Another injection went unnoticed for all but a few moments. The second it hit his system, he let out a long soft groan of relief. It toned back most of the pain to a dull ache.

Without all the extra stimulation, he took better stock of himself. He was laid out on his side. Each of the four eggs made themselves rather well known inside his belly. The fox drew a less labored breath and coughed slightly. There was a tube in his muzzle. He explored with his tongue and realized quickly that it went right down his throat.

"Wha..." He tried to speak. His voice was raspy and sharp, and his mind foggy and dull.

Dr. Mertezi pet across his head soothingly, "Smith attacked you. His handler came and collected him last week, so there's no more worry about him. I'm sorry to wake you in this much pain, but I need to speak with you. It's important."

"W... wadder," the fox choked out the word.

"Oh! Of course, you must be parched!" He fetched a squeeze bottle with a long straw and fed a few mouthfuls of white, milky fluid to him. The musky scent washed over him before the first drop hit his tongue.

Wyvern cum.

That taste had been burned into his mind. It dragged desires he never knew he had to the surface. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the blurry image of the bottle before him; the source. His paws darted up and wrapped around it.

"Easy now," Dr. Mertezi eased the bottle into the fox's grasp, "you've been out for over a week."

Mark gulped down the contents, despite the tube down his throat. The fluid revitalized him, and sent a tingle out through his body that eased most of his aches to just an odd stiffness by the end of the bottle.

His headache faded, but the light still seemed too strong. "Bright." The word was almost more moaned than spoken. Moments later the lights in the room were dimmed. "Wha... happened?" He found it difficult to talk. He felt tounge-tied over every word.

With a soft groan of effort he rolled out onto his back. As his partly scaled back made contact with the sheet, it made his eyes go wide in surprise. He saw Marra and the doctor above him on either side in impossible detail. His eyes made out colors he had never seen before that made them stand out slightly, in the light of the dimmed room. Every strand of fur on the rabbit's face was crisp and sharp.

"As I said, you've been out for about a week. Smith attacked you after that 'condom' I put on you broke." The memories of that thing flooded back to him, and his paws darted toward his crotch, where they thumped against his swollen and heavy belly. He followed the mound down to where he expected, but his sheath felt strange, made all the more bizarre from the feedback he got from it; somehow wrong.

Mark sat up with an assisted hand from Dr. Mertezi. "There ya go."

One paw still grasped on the bottle, as the other rose to the uncomfortable tube that ran down the back of his mouth. "Ah, here. Let me get that for you. Tilt your head back, and exhale." Mark looked at him a little warily, "trust me, it will make taking it out much smoother." With a little gag, the doctor pulled the tube out in one, long, smooth series of pulls with either paw. As the tip passed through his mouth, he tasted the bland goo that had flowed through it, then scented some of the lovely, musky fluid he had drank.

Almost by reflex, his attention jumped to the empty bottle in his paw. "Yes, that is what I woke you to talk about. You see, your body is changing, much more than I had predicted would happen, but I put that to the extraordinary circumstances you are in." The fox's eyes went wide as he heard this, "Your soft tissue is altering faster than your skeleton, and while I might be able to stop it... at this point there would be significant risk to both yourself, and the eggs within you."

Mark's jaw drooped open, concern on his face. With all he had gone though, he was not sure he could lose them. "Wha's the oth-er choice?"

"Well, as I'm sure you could tell, there was Smith's semen in that bottle, along with a fair bit of water. One part per ten thousand in fact. It has incredible properties that I have studied extensively. Even so, I've only scratched the surface of the many things it could be used for." As the doctor spoke, his paws jumped in, and added emphasis to his words. "In theory, if you were to consume a fair amount more of his seed, it should accelerate your changes, along with your skeleton."

The rabbit's expression turned serious. "I must warn you, though. I can't sedate you again, not until your body recovers, and without more, the pain you woke up in will return, rather quickly. You'll also have to take in quite a lot of calories besides. Up until now I've just given you a standard mix, but now that you're awake, I'm sure you'd rather more solid food.

"So how is it, yay or nay?"

The boy looked down at himself. Most of his chest and part of his belly were entirely smoothed over, with just the faintest hint of scales over its surface. Around the punctured areas of Smith's bite they were most developed, and took on a red sheen that stood out against his darker skin. His free paw explored down between his legs more, and found all the fur gone, the same soft scale grown there more than anyplace else.

As his paw passed up along his inner tight to his crotch, he discovered he could not feel his ballsac, though he was still well aware of the tightness around it. He attempted for a better view, but his over-sized belly blocked any hope from above. Rather, he felt over the area, and got a mental picture. There was a large mound set most of the way into his body. As far as he could tell, they had withdrawn into him.

His digits rose farther, and traced along the outer rim of what felt like his sheath. Rather than the long, furry tube he had grown quite attached to his whole life, it had smoothed over, completely devoid of fur. It, too had retracted most of the way into his body.

"I imagine you want this?" The older rabbit held the mirror in such a way that gave Mark a good view. His crotch had a slight reptilian look to it. His balls, though hidden from view, it was clear where they were. A fairly wide mound rose between his legs. Just above, his sheath had half retracted deeper into the beginning of a slit. The patterns of scale on either side traced around either side of histestes, back to his anus.

His tail lay between his legs. The base had swollen dramatically; more than three times its normal width, and as hairless as so much of him. His fur had receded half way toward the tip, and tapered off, which left an red and white bush on the end.

The top of his paw came in contact with the stretched mound that was his belly. An egg within him bumped out against his touch, and made him gasp. The jolt was just what he needed.

He'd made up his mind. "Do id." He raised the bottle and motioned it to Dr. Mertezi.

"Fantastic! I was hoping you would say yes." He stood and grinned. "I will return shortly. Just have to retrieve more." The rabbit turned and hurried from the room, almost giddy.

The fox's mouth literally watered at the prospect. His maw drooped open wide, and an inaudible moan filled the back of his throat. He was not sure if what he felt was true to himself, or if it was the myriad of hormones and drugs that pervaded his system. Somehow that didn't matter.

It just felt right.

Marra waited a moment after Dr. Mertezi left before she moved from her spot off to the side of the bed. The large creature chirped slightly, and ducked her head against his side gently, her snout against the side of his mound. He felt the wyrmling inside the egg jolt out at her, and it gave him warm goosebumps. The fox wrapped an arm against her side and leaned closer with the wyvern.

He felt connected to her, safe even.

Mark noticed the mirror had been left on the bed. He scooped it in a paw and angled it so that he could see his face. The reflection that met his gaze was alien to him. Most of the fur had fallen from the forequarters of his face. His muzzle was bare, and the flesh underneath had taken on the same appearance as the other scales on his body. They ran all around the edge of his maw and radiated in all directions. The change had overtaken both the top and bottom of his muzzle. His formerly all-black nose had scale up the front and sides.

A paw came up. They were indeed real. It was his face.

"Wonderful to see you two are such good friends now," Dr. Mertezi had returned with several packs of fluid similar to the first. He set them on the bed beside the fox, then sat at the foot. The tall wyvern sat and stooped her head, then nudged him toward them gently. His paw landed on one of the packages, the surface warm to the touch.

"I must warn you," the rabbit's paw settled on Mark's, "there is no turning back after this point. It's all or nothing." He met the man in the eye, and saw the real look of concern and caring in them. As usual, his face was illuminated by a gentle smile.

The fox nodded, and slipped his paw back, a pack clasped in his fingers. The man reached over and tapped on a tube that was set in its center along the top edge. "Just pull that, and you can drink." A little air escaped from within as the fox tugged it. His grip on it was a little tight, so a small spurt of fluid jetted from the straw and landed squarely on his muzzle.

The scent of it hit his mind a hundred times stronger than anything in his life. His tongue darted from his muzzle and licked it off the top of his nose. The instant it his his tongue his body reacted with an intense, desperate desire for more.

It was enthralling.

So engrossed, he ignored that his tongue was longer than he remembered, and rather sharper tipped. He brought the sac to his maw and gulped its contents down greedily. The moment it was gone he snatched up the next three and squeezed their contents into his maw, one after the other. The fox hardly paused, even for breath, until he squeezed the last few drops of the lovely fluid into his muzzle.

"You'll need to drink quite a bit every day," Mark's gaze turned to the doctor, eyes glossed over slightly, which drew a chuckle from Dr. Mertezi, "though it looks like you won't mind."

"I'm terribly sorry it is not fresh, that was in storage for a short bit." He helped ease the dazed fox onto his back once again. "I've just worked out a deal with a colleague that should get a ready source for you quite soon, though." The sound of a buzz in the doctor's coat pocket caught his attention. He pulled the phone from his pocket and checked the screen, "speak of the devil."

"Hello there. I was just speaking of you. What's the news?" Though the phone's volume was low, Mark heard the other end of the conversation clearly, though all the jargon the woman on the line spoke of made little sense to him.

He stood again as he talked, "excellent! Just port it right over, and I'll take care of the rest on my end. No no, thank you. I'll owe you one for this." The two exchanged farewells, and hung up. He turned to the fox with a broad smile. "I'll need to leave you alone here for a while while I set everything up. There's a call button here, just press it if you need anything."

Before he left the room, he took another look over the boy, who squirmed slightly as he lay there in his bed. The cum had an obvious strong effect on his body. The same euphoria that had him so accepting when Marra and Smith had their way with him had returned many times over.

Mark's coated length had pushed its way from his retracted sheath, and pressed in against his swollen belly. The shape had changed subtly. Its tip had taken on the spaded appearance of the wyvern. As the egg within the fox's belly tapped out at it, more of his shaft pushed its way from the partly developed slit that was its home. Though the bone within had not shifted, the flesh around it had grown significantly. It was half again its length by the time his knot had swollen within the confines in his sheath; still not entirely hard.

He could not help but hunch up against his tight-skinned belly. His shaft drew over what little fur remained on the underside of his belly. By reflex, it twitched, and the upper third curled tighter against his belly. Both paws darted down and wrapped around his shaft as he let out a frustrated moan. His prostate, which had grown even larger, contracted inside his body. He felt pressure against it, but try as it might, it did not manage a trickle of pre from his shaft tip. The invasive black condom blocked off its passage.

Its surface was as slick as ever. The black surface of the rubber had gone partly transparent as it stretched, and revealed the pink tone of the large shaft that grew within. The fox looked down and saw just the tip of his shaft poke out through his clasped paw. Though he saw it, his mind did not register the change; the intense pleasure pervaded his mind, and pushed out all concern and doubt.

His fingers fluttered and flew over his sickened length as one of the eggs within continued its tapping against his shaft. His knot had not escaped the alterations to his body, and as it swell fully, the taper on either side was revealed. It had not grown wider, but it had gotten longer in either direction. The thin, flexible area behind his knot had swollen drastically, nearly half as wide as the bulb beside, and tapered larger where it disappeared into his half-formed slit.

Of course, with all the pleasure that raced through his body, he did not care at all about the shape of his changed anatomy. Only one thing was on his mind.

He really needed to cum.

Mark had no real release since the day before he got to the lab, and if what the doctor had said was true, then it had been more than a week since he last got off properly. His balls almost ached as they churned and twitched inside his body. Despite all his effort, the blockade held fast, and did not let a drop leak from them.

Even though, he was not to be dissuaded. He stroked at himself frantically. His cries grew higher and higher in pitch, alongside his quickened breath. The fox's jaw clenched tight, and his body went rigid. A long groan poured from his lips as his body went rigid. Waves of orgasmic euphoria overtook him as his prostate spasmed rapidly inside him. Even with all its work, the rubber within it held firm, and stopped his flow of seed.

He could not help himself. The horny fox hardly wanted to. Within a minute his paws had returned to his shaft, and stroked at it more. It was as hard as ever, and was at its full length; even with a third hand he could not wrap around the entire shaft.

Marra had watched the whole scene with interest, and stepped in. Her broad muzzle dipped close, and her long, powerful tongue flicked out against the base of his shaft just where it disappeared into his body. The boy let out a sharp gasp and shuddered, then again as the wet muscle stroked over it more firmly. With dexterity he had never experienced, she coiled around it, and pressed tight against his swollen belly. As she felt the bumps and knocks from the eggs within, the mother let out a happy warble right at the back of her throat; breath hot and wet.

Her tongue struck out repeatedly at his shaft, and his lower paw slipped to the side as she took over the lower half. The other, wrapped a half a hand's width from the top, held on firmly as his altered length flexed and curled back, the tip slipped between his first and middle digit.

The pair kept this up for the next few hours, until the euphoria of the seed in his belly faded slowly, and the soreness set back in. While not nearly as harsh, it was uncomfortable.

Though he was a tad surprised by it, he hoped Dr. Mertezi would return soon.

By that time, the two had settled into a cuddle. Mark was on his side, an arm wrapped over her neck, the other settled under his pillow. She had settled on the floor, head tucked against her little mate. The unproductive masturbatory session had left him rather worn out. Despite the hours of fun, and partial orgasms; too numerous to count, not a single drop of seed escaped from his heavy, swollen balls. If ever he had a case of blue-balls, this was it.

~~~

_There's a bit less going on here than other stories, but it needed to happen for the next part, to come soon!

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