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Mark laid there on his back, the top of his head cushioned by thick, red fur. His forelimbs were sprawled limp to either side, shoulders sunk upon the thick padded mat. The muscular, tufted tail that stretched beyond his loins and legs was equally still. Though his eyes were closed, stars filled his vision. His whole body tingled. Mouth agape just enough for the tip of his tongue to poke free. Every strand of fur stood on end. It was all he could do to twitch the toes of one upended foot-talon. The wyvern's cloaca still gaped slightly, winking every few seconds in time with another twitch along his long, prehensile, hard, black-latex-coated shaft.

With the task of righting the orientation of Fox's final egg a success, Alan felt rather proud of himself. He tucked his firm member under the waistband of his shorts casually, hopped over the wyvern's wing, and squatted beside his head.

"Too cute." The statement, declared simply, prompted him to open his eyes. When Mark's vision came into mental focus, he was treated to the sight of his rabbit's plush paws side by side, albeit upside-down, glowing with warmth. Those white toes he'd spent so long gazing upon in the past sunk into the tough mat, supporting all the weight above. An upward tilt of his angular chin revealed that the rabbit had stooped beside him, knees either side of his head.

The wyvern's gaze fell upon an obvious tent in the runner's shorts, and the contrasting pink peeking above; his heady aroma saturated the air. Weeks of pent up lust, along with a spinning head, made Mark linger there a few moments, before he looked face to smiling face. Had this instant happened mere months ago, his ears would have been flat upon his head in an exaggerated blush. As it was, he kept glancing away, tail tip taking up a nervous flutter.

The two of them had next no contact in the past, little beyond simple admiration of the rabbit from as close as the next seat back in class, and brief exchanges of pleasantries. Alan's attention was always up front, and was always dashing off to do the next thing as soon as the bell rang. He never could keep up with the swift footed hare. Now, all that focus was upon him.

A soft, electronic beep called for attention. It was the diagnostic device clutched in Alan's black-rubber-coated paw. There was a new message from his uncle.

'I asked Rose earlier to order some food for us, and it's arriving momentarily. Please bring Fox to Smith outside to eat. Thank you.' The rabbit gave the observation window a smile and a quick nod in affirmation.

"Come Fox. Time to get up," he spoke gently and gave Fox's chin a gentle rub, who angled into it happily, "Food time." With a little bounce, Alan was upright again, on the way outside. The wyvern's ascent was not quite so graceful but, with a grunt and tumble, he got to his feet.

The quick hare was already at the door, his awe-struck face cast skyward. To Mark, Alan's white fur looked luminescent in the alien sun, tinted faintly red by planetglow, while the whole of his body shon with heat.

The wyvern approached slowly, much of his weight bore upon his wing-knuckles to maintain his balance. Taking the first step, he noticed a distinct difference of how his body settled around the shifted shell in his gut. Rather than the uncomfortable pressure he had grown used to, it was more a simple over fullness. Little by little, his anatomy flexed and adjusted around it, locomotion notably easier.

Just a step away, he dipped his head and bumped his nose into Alan shoulder. A soft, contented warble filled his throat. In turn, the smaller hare drew that arm over Fox's neck, scratching fingers through his mane.

The gas giant dominated a vast swath of sky overhead as a permanent fixture. They were in orbit just over the planet's boundary between light and dark. It's storms raged ceaselessly, millions of miles away. Clouds played with the sun's light in countless subtle waves, currents, swirls and eddies. Huge stripes of rusty colors stretched in either direction, interspersed here and there with bands of white. The evening side of the giant was lit from within by arcs of lightning which propagated and branched for tens of thousands of miles in every direction.

Mark's new eyes gave him a more vibrant perspective of the display. Aurora of deep violet, ultraviolet stretched into space as they streamed toward various poles. Heat generated by the electrical storm below threw occasional prominences of heated gas away from the turmoil below, the subtle loops of hot gas hung there in space, rotating with the planet and slowly sinking back.

"Man," Alan's voice made perked the wyvern's attention down, "I'd do anything for a sky like this to look at all the time," he said, standing just beside the larger form. Alan stroked up Fox's muzzle, between his eyes, and rubbed vigorously through his mane along his neck.

"You are so lucky."

Those four simple words threw Mark dumbstruck. All that had happened to him; the abduction, Smith, Marra, Dr. Mertezi, everything, flashed through his head for an instant. Then the wyvern's coppery eyes focused upon Alan. There was a look of admiration upon his face, even excitement. It was an expression he had seen before. On more than one occasion he observed Alan ogling a couple of the taller stallions among the student body. For so long he had envied those lucky few.

Mark found had to agree.

With a subtle stroke over Fox's soft eye-ridge, and down along his jowl, he looped a paw snug around his head in a hug, then straightened up and urged the wyvern to move forward with him.

Locomotion was easier than ever for the former fox. Though the final egg remained settled flush to his sensitive prostate, it no longer compressed against the gland with his every stride, he could even call it comfortable, compared to before. Mark found himself walking taller. The bulk of his weight supported by his legs, rather than wing-knuckles. The gait was awkward with Alan just next to him, but with a little experimentation he found a balance with his bouncy tufted tail taut behind him. This put him in, what felt like, a better posture.

The developed wyrmling in that egg made herself well known with occasional soft thumps against her leathery shell. Each impact resonated into her carrier's body. Admittedly, the sensation was somewhat pleasurable, if strange. All the stimulation helped keep his dexterous shaft engorged, peeking from his vent, and trapped as ever by an unrelenting rubber seal.

This fact which did not escape Alan's attention, eyes ogling the wyvern openly.

As they approached Smith, the white rabbit's touch trailed over the broad side of his shoulder, toward his chest. The plush-furred flat of his paw made Fox's hide almost tingle, so much focus he gave to the contact, and drew a pleasurable, bubbly murr right at the top of his throat. As Alan's contact descended, Fox raised his wing carefully and paused his stride and raised his chin to better expose his torso.

"That's a good boy." Mark practically purred with the praise. Both paws came to stroke over his chest, ever trailing downward. "You're not so mean, are you big guy." Alan's thoughts lingered an instant on the attack earlier, but when something black and twitching caught his eye, and he saw the gentle expression on the wyvern's face, he cast that worry to the wind. Fox seemed tame as a pet dog.

"Nope, you're just a big softy. " That only intensified the feeling of a blush Mark felt, gazing down at the smaller form. Alan gazed down, practically transfixed. Stooping, his paws slowly came together along the wyvern's belly, trailing straight toward that heavy, swollen vent and member.

Despite Mark's inability to believe it, the pair had the very same thought in mind.

Though the rabbit saw it coming, he still gasped gently with delight as the tip of Fox's shaft curled against his wrist. With a smooth twist he brought his arm around, wrapped his entire paw around the tip, and gave it a cautious squeeze. The shaft shot forward in a burst of motion and, in a frictionless moment, half his length had passed through Alan's grip. The taper was smooth to this point, widening, and parted his thumb and fingers with forceful ease. He could feel it pulse with a heavy heartbeat, filling out with the attention. The sensation made them both squirm while a grin parted the lapine's face.

"There ya go, that's it..." Alan settled upon his knees on the lichen path before Fox, both paws now grasping that slick shaft. The hips attached could not help but twitch and curl forward repeatedly, while his wings descended to either side of the small hare, shadowing him from the outside world. With his head half-upside-down, Mark got a nearly perfect view beneath him.

That slim form. That pair of pad-less hare-paws. That pert rump.

Not to mention the show, framed between the base of a pair of bunny ears.

Alan was practically transfixed upon glass-smooth, black coated surface. His still latex-covered arm slid to Fox's base, giving a squeeze, while the other held firm at the tip, massaging with the soft-furred flat of his palm.

Overhead, the wyvern could not hold back a gentle warbling-growl of pleasure as his toe-claws curled into the path. Mark's hindquarters elevated slowly as he gave several more nervous thrusts, much to the rabbit's delight.

"Gooood boy..." Those two words caught Mark off guard and made a surge flow into his gripped member, now entirely at attention to the point of pulsation.

Alan noticed the reaction and grinned wider, never taking an eye off his prize.

"Very good, boy!" Another hard throb.

Glancing back along the path for a moment, Alan noted to himself not to keep his uncle waiting... too long.

The hare sat up a little and leaned forward, keeping the twitching member stable to give the side of Fox's length the briefest of kisses, nose bumped to the tip, drawing in the scent and gauging the reaction. "Mmm, not all soft," he giggled at his own private joke, voice hardly above a whisper. Licking his lips, he noted the lack of residue. Of course, he had to confirm. So, without ever taking his eyes from that meaty member, Alan's tongue snaked out and licked right up along a hand's length near the tip.

Beyond a very faint musk, the flavor was no different than the toys he'd practiced with in the past. Eye to cock-tip, Alan noted the absolute lack of fluid from within. A sharp contrast to the mess that he heard dripping from Smith nearby.

He's have to investigate into that.

Mark had frozen to watch, controlling his urge to thrust. There was no way he wanted to do anything which might interrupt this.

Alan gave the side another kiss, but held his lips there, mouthing over it as he turned his head, making out with that sensitive muscle for the better part of a minute. Little by little, he became more lost to that moment. Scooting closer, he held Fox's shaft near the tip, a paw's width exposed to curl freely. His face was tucked right against that grasping paw, nose compressed between his naked thumb and black rubber-coated wyvern. With a slow twist, that furred arm came to curl around the shaft, hugging it between his chest and bicep.

The rabbit's other paw slipped between his own legs and fished his sheath and sac from within his shorts. He raised higher and settled his shoulder against Fox's groin, his impromptu make-out session intensifying as his latex-lined paw rolled his balls gently, before wrapping around the whole of his shaft. In all of a few seconds, that arm was a sudden blur, his moans raising in pitch and volume.

Mark leaned back to get a better view, prostate thrumming.

It all came to crescendo in less than a minute as Alan cried out, spilling his seed right upon the pathway in a quick, short series of spurts.

He spent another half minute panting and nuzzling into that heavy member.

"Okay, Fox. It's food time. I need to head on in. You need to eat too." The words took a few moments to sink in as Mark sank slowly into a seated position, squirming shaft still hard as a rock. It curled and ground slowly against his stomach, a fact which did not escape Alan's attention.

Mark gave him the best pitiful look he could muster, drooping as he warbled, eyes at ground.

"Aw, Fox," Alan giggled and leaned in, giving the wyvern's head a hug against his torso and lap, "don't give me that. I'll be right back, ok?" Just a little guiding touch one paw under the chin was all it took to lift and meet his gaze. "So, you be good and go eat, and I'll be back as soon as I can." The rabbit look a glance around the area, then stepped off to the side and gave Fox a firm pat on the flank to encourage him to pick up the pace.

With a final ogling by Alan, he finally stopped looking back over his shoulder to jog back and meet up with his uncle.

Of course, Mark watched until that white form vanished behind a hill. Then a bit longer, until he felt his stomach gurgle from hunger. Finally, he gave up and moved over to start his meal.

Somehow, it had become routine for him to settle into the messy earth under the plant-bound wyvern. So distracted over his new guest, he didn't give a passing thought to wrapping his maw around Smith's half-hard shaft to sate his hunger. In time, his mind grew hazy, and he settled into another euphoric feeding session.

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As Alan entered the room, his uncle had already unpacked the delivery. Just a small collection of take-out containers.

"Rose grabbed a portion already; there's more than enough to go around for you and me." Victor held out a white sphere about the size of a large marble toward Alan's coated arm. "Here," naturally, the younger rabbit grabbed the proffered orb with said paw. Over the course of a minute, every last trace of the latex glove on his arm flowed down to collect upon its surface. He watched the process in fascination.

"Sink is just there," he motioned to the restroom," if you want to wash up."

The pair talked at length for the better portion of an hour. Any time Alan inquired about things in RHI, Victor would eventually steer the conversation to the outside world and Alan's plans for the future.

"Did ya hear the boom a couple weeks back?" Alan set his chopsticks down upon his recently empty plate.

"Hmm?" His uncle paused to finish up a bite of broccoli.

"Yeah, some piece of space debris they're still trying to I.D. it last I read. Hit the ground like... less than half a mile from school. Left a hole in the ground, shattered some windows. Rumors going around somebody got killed by it, even."

"That's dreadful," he drooped, "anyone you know?" The doctor lamented, one foot bouncing just slightly under the table.

Alan paused to think, "Not personally, but they're in my class. I doubt he's ever dead. All they found were bits of a backpack, no body." He shrugged, letting his mind wander.

Alan nibbled on his chopstick, a smile creeping across his face as his thoughts drifted from dull rumors of reality back to his encounter only an hour ago. "I can see why you called him that."

Victor's fur bristled, his foot thumping for a half a step, just acknowledging the intrigue with a raise of his eyebrows and an inquiring, 'hm?' The professor was wholly aware of the event. It was, in fact, a small piece of interstellar space debris, cast away from its parent star some untold millennia ago. He'd made the arrangements to get Mark out of that field before it hit.

His nephew continued, too excited to take notice, "his patterns look a whole lot like a fox. The fur, and that tail." He giggled, grinning, "Well, a fox with wings. Big..." again he chuckled, paws coming together as he imagined the wyvern's shaft between his fingers... "Just seems so nice. Obedient even."

The doctor slid over and activated a tablet on the desk as a means to direct the conversation. Displayed on the screen were the scans Alan had made earlier. It showed a view of most of Mark's torso, the mature egg and its passenger within. His reproductive tracts stood out in sharp contrast to the anatomy around it, the rubber shell around the inside and outside of his shaft highlighted a different color than the natural flesh.

"Looks like you did a perfect job. Couldn't have done it better myself," he spoke, zooming into the short looping animation. "I can't get him to hold still. Good work."

Alan Beamed.

"Should be ready to lay any time now, now that she's," he indicated the egg, "the right way around." He saw the question on his nephew's face, "the egg would have been very difficult to lay, otherwise. Might've gotten one or both of them hurt. So, well done on that.

Ah yes, a gift."

Dr. Mertezi tapped the tablet twice, "bring up a full diagram of Fox's anatomy," it did so, with annotationed links, "Show me a walking map of The Garden near entrance one." A 3D rendered map was displayed after only a moment, showing the area Alan had been walking with Mark, complete with annotation.

Alan beamed as he was handed the tablet.

"There's quite the wealth of information there, so have at. It'll respond to voice queries fairly naturally. Image recognition as well, so you can point it at nearly anything to ask what it is. It can even keep in touch with the lab here at home while out in The Garden." Victor smirked, "A bit out of cell signal range out there, as I'm sure you can imagine."

"Like a few thousand light-years?" Alan replied with a little smirk of his own.

"Closer to," he paused a breath to consider, "a few hundred... million. Perhaps billions. Really makes no difference at this scale... any-who. I'm really glad you arrived when you did. Fox is going to need a fair bit of attention, and I don't think he's likely to let me touch him again."

"What's the matter?" Alan asked as he began collecting up the garbage from their meal.

"I'd say it's a hormonal imbalance, among other things. Wyverns are very sensitive to scent, imprinting upon it, and I think he's associated mine with a rival. That's likely to stick with him, I'm afraid. However, he's taken quite the shining to you." The doctor smiled again, sitting back in his seat to cross one leg over the other in a relaxed manner.

"Like a puppy," Alan giggled and peered at the tablet on the desk again.

"Not that I'm complaining," he paused to look at his uncle's bitten arm.

After rolling it a moment, he replied, "just a bit stiff, and a little fur to grow. Already healed it while you were out assisting Fox. The only lasting harm is the coat," he motioned with a paw dismissively, "and those I have in spades." The doctor looked out the door, "I still love the big guy. As for 'why you.' I think he likes you, if that wasn't already evident, and he's likely imprinted upon your aroma.

"Now," he clapped upon a knee twice and rocked forward in his seat, "I'm sure the last thing you want to do is sit around a boring office all evening with cartons of chinese food with your old uncle when you have a sci-fi adventure ahead of you." Alan raised a finger to voice that he was, in fact, enjoying himself, but was interrupted before getting a word out, "I can tell because your foot hasn't stopped bouncing for the last ten minutes." His nephew stopped the guilty limb, "don't worry about it. I remember reacting exactly the same way the first time I saw The Garden at your age."

"How in the world did you even find this place?" his nephew asked with wonder in his voice.

Dr. Mertezi shifted his weight forward and rolled into a standing stretch. "It was a gift of one sort, a responsibility of another," he responded cryptically. "I'm the latest in a line of caretakers of this place. Quite a long story."

Zooming out the map on the tablet, he continued, "it hasn't always looked like this, of course. Took a lot of doing to set up the artificial gravity, atmosphere and solar shield for the whole moon. Most of the surface has vegetation of various sorts, from countless different places, and some of that I don't have any documentation about. Literal mountains of backlog. There's also sanctuaries for numerous endangered races out there as well." A wider smile crossed his face, "so there's always something new to discover." He clasped his paws together wistfully, "It will take lifetimes to explore absolutely everything.

Having an assistant around," he gave his nephew a nod of his head as he spoke, "will make the process much easier"

"You don't have anyone around to help out?" Alan inquired.

"Well, I didn't, noone aside from Rose up front, there's the wyverns themselves. However, they can only help in limited fashions. While they are exceedingly smart, more so than most people I feel, an odd quirk of their brain's anatomy prevents them from actually being able to read. Everything must be explained out loud and with pictures. Marra tells me letters are always jumbled up and change every time she blinks. Very frustrating."

Alan interrupted a moment, "Tells you?"

"Rudimentary sign language enhanced with technology," Victor motioned to the tablet and continued his explanation.

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"Despite these limitations, the spatial and visual centers of their eyes and brain are astonishing. Would you believe they're born able to see from the infra-red, through ultraviolet? Even can see ionizing radiation and microwaves with enough practice and age." His voice quickened as he grew excited. "They can tune their eyes to a limited extent, and learn to see new wavelengths as they grow. I've never seen anything quite like it anywhere else."

Alan hung on every word.

"Also, next time you go outside, check out the planet overhead. It's a computer, if you would believe it. Takes a few hours of the processing power of that whole engineered gas giant to set up a portal. Provides the power, too. Staggering number of calculations involved. About a thousand cubic kilometers of that gas giant is factors more powerful than the computational equivalent of every processor ever made back home, and there's billions up there."

He was losing his nephew slightly, and could tell the teen's mind was on other things. Shifting gears, he spoke up again.

"Feel free to say no, but can you spend some time with Fox? I think he could use it right now. Hasn't gotten nearly enough socializing and contact for a while. Keep an eye on him. If it seems he's about to lay, encourage him however you can. It's his first big egg. That alright?"

His nephew bounced to the edge of his chair. Doing a poor job trying to contain his enthusiasm, he spoke up, "Woah, really? That'd be awesome! Er," he took a moment to try and compose himself into something resembling calm, "I mean, I'd love to!"

"That settles it then." Dr. Mertezi clapped both palms on his knees, then rocked forward to stand. "First, To formalize matters. Alan, I'd like to officially welcome you aboard as an intern for RHI." He offered a paw, which his nephew stood and grasped in a handshake. "Not really much of anything different formally, just now the biometrics will let you in anywhere safe, and it comes with a paycheck. Feel free to explore. You may find things I've forgotten about."

Led by his uncle, Alan followed down a short side corridor. Unlike a great many others which looked as though they had not seen foot traffic in months, this floor had seen the same set of feet go across it a great many times. "You're about three doors down from my bed, though I don't go in there much recently," he removed his glasses to clean them with a cloth he produced from his pocket, "sleeping in the office more often than I care to admit to monitor Fox's development."

He motioned to the tablet, "I'll always be in touch, easy enough."

Alan stepped inside and got situated on the twin-sized bed after flopping upon it with a heavy thud. The mattress was a little firm, as though it hadn't been used before, but the foam softened as it warmed up. Victor turned around to give his nephew a bit of privacy as he changed into a fresh pair of baggy jean shorts cinched in place using a belt, and a similarly one-size-too-large T-shirt. He always preferred the extra airiness to help keep a little cooler.

"I... Think... I... wanna go... check on Fox again," he wobbled his knee back and forth in a fidget, unconsciously licking his lips for a brief second, before bouncing once again to his feet. After pausing to grab a pencil and art pad, along with the glove-ball dropped into his pocket, the pair exchanged a hug. On the way back toward the garden, Victor showed his nephew how to activate the portal using the tablet. A gravitational wave emanated through the room. Though Alan was forewarned, it threw off his inner ear for a moment.

The pair exchanged a hug as the archway into Fox's room opened, then the younger of the pair stepped on through.

Checking the time on the tablet as he stepped out, Alan noted the two separate clocks, one labeled Garden time, the other Home. A couple hours more had passed here on the little moon. This was an effect his uncle had mentioned would happen. It was caused by multiple factors related to the vast distance between the two locations, the means of travel, and the moon itself.

Along the way, Alan read up on the purpose of the latex sealant on Fox's shaft. In his rushed read, he noted that it was intended to be in place specifically for the duration of his carrying eggs, and was made of the same material the self-spreading glove had been fashioned from.

As he approached, The hare spotted the suspended, trapped form of Smith, along with its odd blue bulb and tendrils. A check on his tablet labeled it as a genetically modified plant-like entity. Its purpose: to maintain the health and well being of the wyvern strung up in it, along with inducing positive dreams, all while keeping them fast asleep.

A tap changed the focus of the display to Smith himself. The trapped wyvern's vitals were brought up, colored green to indicate all was well. Just a little digging revealed he had been adapted for feeding Fox his specialized nutritional needs. Pocketing the device, Alan stretched a paw to the exposed handful of semi-hard shaft which dangled from Smith's vent. It was a light mottled red, and quite different looking than Fox's jet-black length. With a great deal of care, the rabbit collected a streamer of pre which dropped from the soft pink shaft. He glanced at the pathway, to Fox, then shrugged and put the messy finger under his nose.

The aroma was potent and heady. A mix of musk and sweet, which almost seemed expected. Another brief paused passed, before he went on with his experiment by slipping his tongue free and giving the stuff a taste.

It was almost electric, saturating his palate in only a moment, leaving it with the barest hint of a tingle. Another, more sizable, sampling of the stuff brought a little moan to the back of his throat.

"I should probably stop," he tasted a dozen samples more and smacked his lips, rubbing his tongue against the inside of his suddenly sensitized mouth and throat. The sensation from that contact, along with the very idea of what he just did, caused a tent to rise rapidly in his shorts. With a final taste for the time being, he shifted to the side to take a seat just beside the path.

Situated a few paces away from Fox, the rabbit pulled out his pad and began a sketch of the prone wyvern from face-on.

With a playful smirk, he sat on the path, one leg curled under himself, then stretched out the other near that large muzzle. He just wanted to see if there was a reaction and, to his amusement, the sleeping form seemed to stir.

Fox turned to settle his chin flat on the ground, neck angling toward the white paw.

His smirk grew wider as he stretched his leg that little extra distance, hooking his long foot, splaying his toes to hover in over of the wyvern's nose. Alan felt the inrush of air, followed by a heavy breath, and another more insistent sniffing. This was followed by a gentle, pleased crooning.

Though he found it a little strange this huge beast seemed so infatuated with his feet, he did find it adorable. Sparked with inspiration, he began another doodle. It was a simplified picture of the wyvern. A goofy smile on his face, a foot was resting on top of his nose, with a little cloud of hearts over his head.

Alan looked from the page, then to Fox and giggled out loud. Using his toes, he give the wyvern a little series of solid pats on the nose.

"Wake-ee wake-ee, cutie."

Mark's eyes fluttered open, coming to focus on the digits in front of them, snapping him to sharp attention. After a few nervous seconds, he leaned forward, lifting his chin enough to take up the weight of Alan's limb. His formidable strength was also enough to throw the rabbit off balance, toppling him backward far enough that he had to drop an arm behind himself as a brace.

"Woah-oh... oof." With a harmless thud, Alan gave the apologetic looking wyvern a stern look, before cracking a smirk, then finally broke out in a laugh. "Eh, no worries, you silly thing. I'm fine." He wiggled his toes for effect, "no harm done, See?" With an increasingly pleased expression at the reaction, Alan pushed down atop Fox's nose, until his chin was pressed right to the lichen path.

When Mark adjusted his hips to the side, his cloaca and black tip emerged into clear view, much to Alan's delight.

The rabbit planted his other foot on Fox's nose now, hooked on either side, legs bent slightly awkwardly. This left his shorts hanging quite loosely, and gave Mark an angle to look into the pant legs, and see right up his bare thighs. It appeared Alan was enjoying a bit of time without any underwear.

Another little pulse traveled to the exposed tip thanks, in part, to the view.

"Aw, does does a Foxy like that?" Alan rubbed his paw back and forth, effectively grinding the crux of his toes and pawpad against the wyvern's muzzle.

Another little surge, this time coupled with a nod of agreement.

Merry chuckling rose in the rabbit's voice, shaking his head. "Silly thing. Just what is it about my feet you like so much?"

With a moment's consideration, Mark shrugged sheepishly.

"Was that a shrug?" The former fox nodded. "And a yes?" He nodded again.

"Just how clever are you, anyway?" Alan looked genuinely curious, "I mean, I know you can't talk, but how much do you understand? Like, do you know sign language, or..." The rabbit trailed off, reaching for an idea, meeting Fox's slightly defeated gaze, "I suppose not.

"Guess it's not quite so much a conversation, but this is still something, ya?" Mark perked up again slightly and nodded as Alan began to roll and tap his toes on one foot, watching the reaction with a smile.

"Oh hey, look," he grabbed his sketchbook, "was drawing you before you woke up," the rabbit flipped through his work, pausing on the last piece.

"Dunno if you understand art or if," Alan let the sentence trail off as he saw the adorable look on the wyvern's face.

He had done his best to adopt the same expression as that on the page. In the same moment, Mark's bush of a tail-tip gave an excited little flutter. That long, muscular tongue hung to the side, breath hot and humid. Although his sharp teeth slightly ruined the effect, it made the hare burst out laughing and roll entirely onto his back.

"You are easy to talk to, ya know?" Alan crossed his leg, hanging it on the other. "Not like talking with an animal or something. I mean, you can talk at a pet dog, but you..." He trailed off, then sat up, crossing his legs, one foot resting atop the other leg, underside facing up.

"I mean, it's not like you're the only person... well, first wyvern but..." Mark gave the tense looking hare a quizzical, even nervous expression, chin still resting on the ground. This relaxed him, making him smile, "Feels like most people I know wait for me to finish talking so they can speak.

"No respect, you know?"

Alan set the small book aside and hefted himself over right beside the wyvern's head. His flick of a tail brushed a wing as he settled flush with his shoulder.

Mark was about to move to make room, but was stopped by a firm hand upon the top of his head, followed a moment later by the full flat of the hare's pad-less, furred foot against the side of his muzzle.

"But you listen." Mark could soon not help but close his eyes and rumble with delight as the top of his head was stroked over, both mane and hide alike, dull claws leaving little trails.

Alan remained seated there, partly curled around by the winged lovebird. This time he moved with a little note of nervousness. With a wiggle of his hips, the rabbit slid to Fox's shoulder, warm-furred hip settled flush with his neck. His paw traced carefully down the side of the wyvern's cheek and jawline while the other continued its gentle petting at the crest of Fox's mane, just above the eyes. He adjusted his crossed legs, drumming his toes

The pair remained like that for a handful of minutes while Alan was lost in thought. As he continued stroking, the teen found himself gazing down at Fox, who had settled in place entirely, eyes half-lidded.

When Alan looked over his shoulder and saw how hard the wyvern's shaft had grown, an inaudible gasp lept into his muzzle. He watched the end curl and twist in time with the motion of his toes. He scrunched his foot, and the shiny, black shaft coiled tighter against Fox's side.

"Hmm," Alan saw the constant dribble from Smith's length, then watched Fox's twitching tip. In all the time the rabbit watched, he had not seen even a trace of anything emerge from the glistening length. There was only the ever present slick layer of black.

Acting on impulse, Alan turned back at the waist, noting the positive reaction as he applied increasing pressure on the wyvern's muzzle. Using his foot as an anchor, he let his fingers trace down Fox's mane as far as he could reach, midway down his back. From there, he stroked down the warm, scaled side. Every few moments his attention returned to his foothold, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Fox seemed like the most submissive, harmless thing. It was hard to think of him doing anything violent. The last remnants of that thought were pushed from his head as the wyvern nuzzled forward gently and let out a little, bubbly warble.

Alan rubbed over Fox's side more vigorously. After sweeping over top of his wing near the shoulder, the rabbit's touch followed underneath. His velveteen paws all but tickled at the wing membrane where it met Fox's body, making the powerful muscles twitch.

Mark lifted his wing, rolling his body naturally, though did not dare lift his chin from its spot. Thinking back on it, in class he likely spent more time staring at Alan than he did paying attention. From behind, the chairs were shaped like a lower case 'h' with a back support stretching from the top of the arm, leaving a gap for larger-tailed folk. Of course, this left the whole of the lower half of a person's back exposed. Thanks to this, Alan always sat forward with his arms all but resting on the desk, and his butt thrust right back in the chair. More often than not, his sandals would be off, and both feet would be tucked under the seat. The toes of one would be settled on the floor, upside down, while the top of his other foot would be settled on his ankle. Usually fidgety, both paws were often moving, providing that much more of a distraction.

Combined with the view of a framed, pert, white rabbit rear, Mark found it no wonder he became so infatuated.

In the past, the closest the former fox had gotten to Alan was that one English class at the end of the day. Other than to pass something forward or back, the pair never had any interaction. Mark was always too uncertain to move past distant longing.

Now the rabbit of his dreams was all over him, with nothing to distract.

Alan had lead the wyvern to move, little by little. First a lift of the wing, then a little roll to the side. Each time, the lapine took up the space between them. Something about the position underfoot and that scent was almost hypnotic. It wasn't until he pulled his foot away from Fox that the wyvern came out of his reverie.

"Hey Fox," Mark opened an eye he did not quite realize had closed, "roll over," he was given little a pat on the nose, "on your back."

The rabbit gave him a little room to move as he reached for the tablet. It was clear his attentions were rather focused on the beast of a shaft between Fox's legs.

Of course, Mark was still quite nervous about everything which was going on. It was almost like some impossible dream. So, he paused, looking up to Alan with the best pathetic expression he could muster. This only made the hare chuckle.

"Oh, don't give me that. It'll be fun, I promise!" Alan planted a foot on the side of the wyvern's muzzle, giving him a little nudge. Much to his delight, not only did Fox begin to shift onto his back, the touch also sent a little extra twitch into the exposed, black shaft.

It was a cumbersome process, but soon Mark had done has he was asked, essentially laying spread-eagle. With his elongated neck, it was relatively easy to curl his head up to watch what Alan was up to.

The rabbit stood up, regarding Fox carefully as he rubbed over the creature's head fur. With care, he moved toward the wyvern's tail.

"Careful now, no kicking," Mark held his legs still in the air as Alan stepped around one of them, one paw hovering over a large nearby, taloned foot. He made eye contact with Fox and tickled at the air near the closer toes, who reacted with a scrunching of his toes and a twitch. The rabbit positioned himself over Fox's tail, a foot snug on either side.

"Wait really?" Alan looked curious a moment, reaching a paw toward the talon in a manner threatening to flutter a digit over sensitive hide, "are you /actually/ ticklish?" The wyvern reacted by withdrawing the foot, curling his toes, looking embarrassed.

"Hee! You are!" He tittered. Mark nodded, still holding his digits scrunched and pulled away. "Aw, okay, I won't touch your feet. I promise, ok?" Mark nodded and relaxed. As he spoke, Alan's eyes wandered to the achingly hard, latex-coated shaft which had all but pinned itself against the wyvern's stomach, tip still curling and twitching.

"My Uh..." Alan sputtered a moment, suddenly hesitant to mention his uncle, for what unknown reaction it might have. He didn't want to spoil the moment, so reconsidered his words, "Un...uh...un-nun ah... Yes!" The hare turned on the tablet, scanning Fox's torso where he approximated the egg to be, making it an effort to

"There! Yeah." He turned the tablet around and stretched an arm forward to show it to Fox, who looked at the device with clear interest. "It says there at the top there that the egg is healthy and ready to lay when you are."

Fox dipped his head, looking away to the side.

"I'm not one to rush, of course. All in good time, right big guy?" Alan gave the wyvern a little pat on the belly with the flat of his palm, just over the egg. From there, the teen rubbed in a gentle circle, each sweep coming a little closer to the squirming shaft.

After allowing his knees to relax, Alan's body began to sink slowly, taking a seat on the base of Fox's tail, rubbing belly scales all the while. On one side of him, the wyvern's powerful foot curled and twitched slightly due to the attention, much to his amusement. He was careful to keep his palm flat, fingers outstretched wide. With a grin, he shifted the attention, letting his other paw come to rest the other side, still careful to avoid quite touching anything but scale, even as his thumbs and forefingers came to frame either side of Fox's bulged out slit.

He did love to be a tease. Even more so when it was someone so large and handsome.

Watching the wyvern's reaction carefully, he adjusted how he was seated. His inner thighs and calves settled flush around Fox's tailbase, feet curled in to hold on a little better with his long toes. This also placed his own sheath flush with tailbase of the form beneath him.

Alan rolled his hips forward until the cloth of his shorts was the only thing between him and the wyvern. At the same time, he brought his paws together until his fingers traced over the rim of Fox's shaft slit. A devious smile on his face, Alan began ever-so-gently tickling at the bare flesh surrounding the black shaft using his thumbs, causing the whole thing to twitch and curl upon itself. Its movements fascinated Alan, eyes all but locked upon it now.

With a glance to the wyvern, Alan brought his thumbs together, sliding over the base of Fox's black-coated shaft, making the wyvern warble very gently in nervous pleasure. Fox tensed his thighs and tail, around the small rabbit, unable to help but arch forward into the contact.

Up to this point, Mark had spent so long doing everything he could to ignore the almost ever-present erection between his legs. Any little touch reminded him that he'd not had a releasee since before he changed. Even then he had only a vague memory of Smith mounting him, and a flash of white pain before darkness when he was bitten. It was all but impossible for him to tell how much time had passed since. In reality, the better part of a month had passed on the strange moon since that fateful encounter.

Of course, with those velveteen paws touching his member, time lost all meaning to Mark. When fingers circled around either side of the base of his shaft, he groaned, arching higher until his hips were partly off the ground, tail curled back.

While Alan wasn't quite ready for the shift, he was quick to react by squeezing tighter with his legs, and tightened his grip in surprise.

"Woah! Careful now. Steady," He looked Fox square in the eye, "steady... steady. Settle down. Easy." Each phrase was accented with a little stroke or a squeeze, and a slightly weaker thrust. "Just stay still laying down. Can you do that?" Alan accented the question by letting one paw loop behind the far side of the wyvern's shaft, at the base. From there, it slid up laboriously, fingers tracing patterns over the frictionless surface.

Mark's length coiled on its own, trying to grip at the paw, even managing to give it an almost involuntary squeeze. While he discovered a whole ago that could control the muscles in his member, the wyvern had a great deal to learn about its fine motor control.

Alan pulled the large shaft closer to himself, sliding forward until he was seated squarely upon the base of Fox's genital slit, eyes locked upon his prize. With a little rumble of his own, the rabbit ground his hips forward, revealing just how aroused he was. His shorts were tented heavily, his bulge pressed firm to the base of the shaft before him.

Mark could feel the rabbit's plump sheath through the cloth, and a defined poke of the hard tip which stretched under the waistband. Alan looked up him once again with a grinning expression of determined desire. A forward roll of his hips ground his shaft against the one before him. In the same moments, his paws came to the far side, one gliding up near the tip, the other down to the base. As he moved, Alan held an audible moan at the back of his throat, a noise which his subordinate partner echoed.

Heat from Alan's stomach sunk into the sensitive nerves of Mark's length, until the whole of the black shaft was settled against his shirt. Slowly, the hare began to gyrate as he hugged at the member tightly. Soon, he had the whole of his paw wrapped around the end of Fox's member near the top, leaving a squirming section of the tip exposed. Alan could see, as much the wyvern could feel, the large shaft twitch with the effort of each blocked spurt of pre.

Hungry eyes now fixated upon the blackness before them, Alan grinned wider. "You poor thing," he spoke almost as much to Fox's shaft as he did to the wyvern himself, "all trapped," he gave a squeeze and a grind of his hips, "and helpless."

Alan leaned in until the hot breath of his nose washed over the curled, black tip, taking in the aroma of latex. "All pent up for how long?" scooting forward until the wyvern's shaft jutted out between his legs, he accented the syllable with a squeeze of his thighs, "So hard," he gave a squeeze with his paw, hovering the end of Fox's length right in front of his muzzle, "and twitching."

The rabbit all but growled as a flash of pink zipped from his mouth, flicking over the exposed latex. It had a clearly clean sort of flavor and scent, with the barest hint of musk from the slit below. In all of a moment, Alan's muzzle was full. He licked fervently, allowing himself instantly to get lost in a moaning haze of lust. The wyvern could do little more than try not to thrust his little mate off balance, or close his eyes, eager to see Alan at work. In all of another moment, the hare was fumbling with the buttons of his shorts, causing an audible series of snaps when he pulled them open. He grunted gently as he shifted his hips atop Fox. A paw slipped inside, and levered his length free. Without missing a beat, the rabbit thrust forward, dragging his exposed length along the underside of Fox's.

The Wyvern did his best to stay still even then, but it was a losing battle. Sparks of pleasure arced through his body, his shaft like a lightning rod. His powerful tail pressed to the ground, along with his legs, curling his body beneath the small rabbit. Alan responded by lifting his feet from the ground, using them to clutch tighter around Fox's tailbase. Putting on a show almost as much as he was enjoying himself, the rabbit quivered his hips at a blurring pace, slowing himself enough every few seconds for a more sensuous slide.

Mark was in heaven.

He gawked at the hare's lewd display. He could feel the growing slickness caused by Alan's pre. He delighted in the tongue swirling around his tip. Mark did his best to curl his shaft, while Alan held on tight to make sure it did not get away.

A cry of pleasure leapt from the rabbit's muzzle just as his whole body shuddered. Arms and thighs grasped around the wyvern's shaft tight while his mouth drooped open wide, moaning even louder. Burst after burst of cum erupted to coat Mark's length, dripping down either side as the musky fluid was smeared around with the continued thrusting. Alan rode the waves of orgasm for as long as he could stand it, humping urgently into the latex-coated shaft. Meanwhile, Mark had to close his eyes, vision glazing over.

Finally, they paused to catch their collective breaths. The rabbit sat back, and the powerful muscles holding them suspended began to relax. Though, even as Fox's tailbase settled on the ground once again, his shaft continued its squirming against the chin beside it.

Alan was the one to break the eventual silence. "Hey, Fox?" Mark curled his head in again, looking up to the rabbit with a dreamy, lust-filled expression.

"Love ya," he said with a sincere smile and gave him a kiss on the tip, making full eye contact with the wyvern, stroking his scales.

Mark jerked slightly, eyes wide in blushing surprise. The sudden movement made the rabbit atop him clutch a little tighter with his thighs.

"Woah, easy there big buy. Easy." Alan giggled and stroked a paw down along the length of Fox's shaft as if to soothe a cat, appearing to be in thought. "I wonder..."

"I wonder if I could get you to orgasm." Alan spoke rather nonchalantly, almost more to himself, "I mean, the rubber here is only stopping anything coming out right," he stroked again for effect.

"Wait, can you orgasm?" Mark looked at him wide eyed and slack jawed, uncertain of how to answer that. After a brief pause, Alan continued in a sing-song voice, "can I try, Mr. Wy-vern?"

The pleasure was undeniable.

The need was impossible to ignore.

The knowledge remained of the historical effectiveness of that plug.

There was one thing he knew for certain, above all else. Right here and now he really, really needed to cum, and he needed this sexy little rabbit to be the one to do it.

A roll of his powerful hips and a soft warble was Fox's reply, raising the hare into the air again, making him clutch the large shaft before him like a saddle-horn.

"Well then, in that case." Despite his release, the rabbit was already raring to go again, licking his lips.

With the showmanship of a lap dance, Alan put on a performance for the wyvern, length used as a makeshift pole, humming to himself. At all times, while turning this way or shifting that, the rabbit held contact with the slick, sensitive appendage with a paw or thigh.

Held rapt, Mark let his maw droop slightly, breath coming in pants. The wyvern left his eyes half-lidded, not daring to miss a beat.

After a few minute's performance, Alan had settled for suckling and bobbling on the tip of Fox's shaft. The wyvern, had dug his toes into an ever-more-powerful grip, with wings curling around his little star. Until finally, the rabbit pulled off with a loud, suckling pop.

Left almost painfully sensitive, Mark let out a little series of troubled grunts and burbles. First, from the sudden burst of sensation, then from the almost complete lack of it.

Alan held the wyvern's shaft before him, examining the pristine, clean tip with a hint of disappointment.

Despite all his efforts, Not a drop.

The rabbit appeared to be in thought for a few seconds, stroking Fox's twitching, sensitive shaft all the while. Alan decided as he stood up.

He'd just have to try harder.

Mark gave a quizzical coo as he watched the smaller form step to the side.

"Fox," he waited to make eye-contact. "Sit up," Alan said simply with a beckoning motion of his paw.

Obeying promptly, the wyvern rolled over and got to his feet again, careful to keep his turgid shaft curled against his stomach as best he could. Feeling self-conscious, movement came anything but naturally. All the same, he was soon seated upon his haunches, much of his weight balanced back to leave his underside exposed. Mark watches, transfixed, as Alan sauntered in front of him.

Alan grinned up at Fox, a little drunk with lust, and affected more than he realized by his sampling of Smith's cum. Placing one paw on the wyvern's chest after the other, he spoke up. "You know... Just something about you." The rabbit leaned in closer, letting the erect shaft settle vertically between their stomachs. By raising higher onto his toes and craning up, Alan just managed to plant a kiss on Fox's chin.

Mark responded automatically. Tip of his tongue drooping out, he let it dip and swipe over the end of Alan's nose and mouth, leaving behind a wet smear, scented with the wyvern's recent meal. Rather than react with revulsion, the teen smiled as the mildly musky scent hit him. With a decidedly lusty look in his eye, Alan licked the smeared spot and then drew a slightly shaky breath as a paw adjusted his swollen sheath.

"Big, strong, silent type... " Alan spoke dreamily, in an almost teasing manner, as he allowed his head to dip forward, eyes coming to gaze upon the latex-coated shaft. He placed a paw simply upon the sensitive tip, moaning under his breath as the thing surged in his grip, sending more than a handful into his tensed digits.

He chuckled, "Eager too." With that same ever-present smile, Alan slid to his knees, drawing the side Fox's curled shaft to his chest. A paw's width was exposed just above his fingers, which he moved to exploit. No sooner than the moment his knees settled upon the ground, the rabbit was hard at work.

"Staaay... still" he cooed, "Settle."

Mark's breath came quicker, gasping and warbling as his mind was assaulted with powerful pleasure. He could feel his pulse in his achingly hard shaft. His prostate twitched as it tried with every bit of strength it had to expel some sort of fluid. The pressure was intense. It felt as though a dam was waiting to burst from his body, dominated by the sensation of the egg and the shifting contents within. Each little thump against the shell resonated through his entire gut. Every lick, every touch seemed only to make the feeling that much more impossible to ignore.

Slowly Mark sunk forward, breath coming in long, heavy gulps. Not wanting to flatten the small rabbit, the wyvern settled his wing-knuckles upon the ground and raised his haunches up and back.

Naturally, Alan followed forward with a hungry look in his eyes. His paw wrapped mid-way down Fox's shaft, which had coiled mutually around his wrist, with the other teasing his vent. This left him under the horny, winged beast, on the ground upon his knees, feet settled loose behind him, butt settled on his heels. From above, Mark was gifted with a beautifully framed view of the rabbit's upturned rear and scrunched toes. He watched Alan's hips slowly grinding away at the air as the strength was sapped from his muscles, diverted to ever increasing need. As the seconds ticked by, his body sank around the smaller form. His own hips twitched as he pulled them off the ground. Every last bit of willpower he had remaining went to keeping still.

The experienced muzzle opened wider as he slid a soft-furred paw up along Fox's shaft, then slipped the tip into his mouth. Though the flavor was still that of the neutral latex sheath, it was the throb which made him moan. Undulations worked up Fox's length from the base with each failed burst of pre. Despite not a drop escaping, Alan swallowed around what he had in his mouth all the same, delighting in the sensitized feeling left behind by his sampling of Smith's fluids. Slowly, he drew a long breath through his nose, shivering as the masculine scent of the wyvern's vent hit him.

The pair groaned with shared lust, drawing closer to one another. The weight sank deeper into his throat, constricting around its flexible length. Mark's tail drew out behind him straight, every muscle in his body tensing as bursts of psudo-orgasmic pleasure rocked his form. One of Alan's paws hooked over wyvern's fat base, unable to even wrap all the way around the underside, hanging from it to reposition himself.

As he continued to suckle, he moved to be on all fours, bouncing forth and back as he would have ridden a toy. He'd long had an oral fixation, but something about Smith's cum had left his mouth and throat all the more suited to continue. To both their delights, the repositioning opened up Alan's throat. After a sharp intake of breath, the rabbit screwed his eyes closed and gave the base a squeeze. Vestigial nerve bundles remained in the place of his former knot, and they were more sensitive than ever before.

A powerful, confused cry resounded in the Mark's throat. It was at first one of bliss. He felt as though his climax had finally been triggered. A wave of pleasure washed through his body, and his shaft throbbed harder than ever. Without thinking, he thrust forward subtly, stretching his throat open a moment and pinning Alan's tongue to his jaw, that feeling causing his hips to quiver against the ground.

The rabbit went wide eyed, attempting to pull away as Fox's member surged. He expected pain from the intrusion down his throat, but there was only pleasure. However the sudden weight of wyvern muzzle upon the underside of his feet held him trapped.

Just then, a jolt shuddered Fox's body, making him draw his hips up. This cleared Alan's throat, but the insistent, flexible shaft remained hooked inside his muzzle. Not daring to bite down, instead he squeezed once again, just sucking more powerfully than ever. Over and over the tip of Fox's shaft winked open and closed, muscles doing everything in their power to expel the absent cum which continued to back up within his body.

The feeling danced on a knife edge of pleasure and pain. Release and denial.

It was a wonderful agony. He did not want it to end. He was in heaven. Again he bore down hard with every fiber of his being, and he felt something within him shift. The same change in pressure he felt in the water not long ago.

The egg moved!

Then his orgasm began to subside, and Mark was left that much more in need of a true climax. To come so close, only to be stopped while hanging over the edge.

Below, Alan was keenly aware how full his sensitive throat was. He felt the throbbing, of Fox's shaft. Despite his swallowing, he got not a drop of fluid. He was even getting sympathetic pangs of pleasure as he relished in the feeling of the wyvern's climax.

What he wasn't getting was air.

Alan pushed his paw past Fox's base at the nearest thing he could reach, fingers sinking against the delicate folds of his vent, and gave an awkward push with the tips of his fingers. At the same time, he kicked both feet back and forth, drumming them firmly atop the wyvern's muzzle to get his attention. Relief and breath poured into him as the wyvern flexed his shaft, curling it like a corkscrew to hook the base of the forearm thick member over the bridge of his muzzle and down the other side into the cup of his ear, pulling out of his throat in the same motion. Post climax it was thrumming with hypersensitivity. He could feel every tiny hair on Alan's face, slicked with his own spit. The warm, rapid breath cooling it made his jaw slack.

The hare lay there, chin pinned to the soft ground by an arm of wyvern cock, mouth held shut. Eyes forward, all he could see was a streak of reflective black. As Fox hunched forward, a patch of his quivering vent and belly took up the rest of Alan's view.

With the issue of air resolved, he took stock of his situation.

Aside from his member being achingly hard and grinding into the spongy ground, with no practical way to adjust, he was in no real discomfort. Alan took notice of a touch against the underside of one foot, cool air being drawn between his toes for a long moment, followed by a little shiver going through the wyvern above him. Holding that leg in place, he felt about with the other paw, stroking it along Fox's chin to meet the other against his nose. The amorous beast above him had it tucked into the crux of his plush toes. Held in that pocket he had just made, Fox had taken to drawing long, slow breaths.

It struck Alan then, the memories of scent imprinting floated through his head. The wyvern was smelling him. Quite eagerly. Every breath over the course of the next minute made the shaft on his muzzle pulse and throb, deep rumbles and moans sounding above him. Were he in any other position, he would have found the idea funny at best. Big, clever animal nuzzling his feet. Cute even.

In the here and now? A huge, dominant, horny sexy beast grinding a heavy cock against his face?

This was just hot.

He curled his thick toes atop Fox's muzzle, dipping to settle into the movement. Bent at the knee, that heavy head was held by springy calves, Both limbs were pushed into the soft material below by an insistent nuzzling from the other side, strong legs bearing some of the weight of that heavy head to keep his heels from compressing into the meat of his butt. Breath washed right through his toes. If he were able to see, the rabbit would have confirmed his suspicions of where Fox's nose was.

Watching above him, a small trickle of fluid had become visible, highlighting the swell of his vent. Wanting a less obstructed view, Alan set his paw against the shaft on his face, just beside his muzzle, and gave it a push, sliding it forward gently. He couldn't help a little moan when it thrust into his grip. No longer held above his nose, the muscular length dragged down his lips and chin to the ground. When pushing to lean back, he gave that sensitive member a brief squeeze, the whole thing pulsing powerfully as a moan washed into his paws, the hot breath puffing out his shorts. In the same moment, a small gurgle sounded ahead of him, a little trickle of fluid beginning to drip from that dilating vent.

Mark was beside himself. Beyond some play on his own, he had never really been with anyone before today. He didn't count what the wyverns did to him. No, it was Alan. His first. The former fox drew another long breath through his nose, practically huffing the rabbits subtle aroma. Something about it simply demanded his focus. An irresistible urge. The rabbit's scent was clean and subtle. He had to hunt for it, that sweet spot. Finding it, his heavy nose nestled in, head tucked practically upside-down, weight rolling forward more and more on his wing-knuckles. Lost in his own little world in those moments, he imagined himself safe, tucked away underfoot.

Body left to its own devices, instincts guided that slicked egg to tuck down into his passage, coming to squeeze harder against his prostate. As it moved, the leathery texture provided purchase to those surrounding muscles. Anatomy shifting and quivering, that small trickle was turned to a momentary squirt. His tunnel clamped down tight, only to spread twice as wide, cool air drawn inside right to the pocket of pink flesh cupping the egg from deeper within. Internal pressure was held plugged momentarily by that shell.

A chance curl of the wyvern's hips at the time revealed a good view of the blue shell to Alan. Despite the dim light, it was iridescent. That little wriggle of heavy hips was echoed and blossomed in the more wild thrusts and curls of his member. The wyvern's tip managed to catch against his ear, pressed to his shoulder and neck, the shaft still planted across his mouth. One arm was fully occupied keeping the wyvern's squirming shaft under control.

'Egg?' The hare felt inclined to speak when it struck him, 'Oh! I think... wait... Is it coming? I think it is!' He froze up, feeling pangs of guilty pleasure as memories of his making a little mess watching the first three egg from only paces away. Thighs twisted tighter together for a moment, Alan did his best to adjust himself below the belt. Never had he felt so worked up, nor had been such an intense, out of control situation.

Chewing his lip a moment, his mind raced for an idea. What could he do?

Ears perked.

His free paw went to his pocket, grasping and activating the glove. As the rubbery material spread from the sphere over his limb, he savored the cool sensation of his fur being flattened out, bringing it forward to see his arm change color. Left behind in his palm was a marble, the device used to draw off the rubber on contact. In the heat of the moment, he dropped this on the pathway and brought his freshly donned limb up, hovering it toward Fox's vent, parted folds welling out. Within, veined flesh glistened with internal fluids, quivering visibly.

He so wanted to touch, but was not sure what that could trigger. At the very least, he intended to provide something softer than the ground for it to land upon.

Every now and then, the wyvern shifted his stance subtly. A foot twisted this way, the other shifted there. Tail out. Wings flat. All the while, he continued his little private lusting underfoot, opening his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Everything from the toes curling in pleasure on top of his nose, to the flagged tuft of tail, and that pert butt framed between was in sharp focus. His attention lost to anything else.

Save for the rather sudden and urgent need to bear down.

His member corkscrewed in Alan's grasp, grinding all over his face. It was nearly impossible to get a grip on until he brought his gloved paw in, grasping the tip as it coiled over his nose, past his eyes. The other paw wrestled it down, lifting his chin from the ground to add it to the grapple, head tucked to the side, cheek held against it. A thumb's length of the tip was exposed in front of his nose, still wriggling free against the pink skin.

"Hah, gnotcha," the garbled utterance was hardly said above a breath, but left his mouth open and moved his throat against that sensitive member nonetheless. In reaction, it curled upon itself, catching his on lip and brushing his tongue. After a start of surprise, the rabbit practicality purred his appreciation, nursing that tip softly as he licked it into his mouth, eyes upon that vent. He figured the attention appeared to be helping.

Fox was certainly not complaining.

Another visible thrum of muscle parted those folds wider for a few beats, before they returned part way back. The sheer size of the egg was dragging along and stretching delicate flesh. Little by little, inner folds released their grip, allowing the egg to sink deeper and deeper from his passage. The rough shell, and his unaccustomed body, made progress agonizingly slow. It was made all the worse that both only did he have to bear down to get it out, but he was making poor progress compressing past his poor prostate.

He felt he was being milked. That blocked up gland squeezed heartily around its latex plug, nearly burning with effort, stimulation aided by thumps of an impatient hatching-to-be. Breath coming hot and heavy, he nestled his nose between those foot paws, slipping gently past them, soon infatuated with the less than delicate scents of rabbit musk and lust rising from within his loose shorts.

Despite the tight grip, or perhaps due to it, the wyvern's member once again surged. This time, Alan was a little better prepared. When it twisted in his grip, he quickly wrapped his lips round the tip of the Fox's shaft, both arms still clutched tightly. This latest thrust pushed him back a fraction, dragging him to one side.

Unnoticed by either of them was that innocuous collection sphere brushing up against Mark's member, just by Alan's arm. It stuck to the material, pulled inside, visible as just a growing lump. Though he rubber pulled tighter around the wyvern's poor shaft and base, it was beginning to lose cohesion in a steady, spreading wave. The tube which had formed down through his shaft, into the wyvern's prostate partly liquified and collapsed into a cord. Reflexively, the gland clamped down, doing what came naturally to it. Push the thick fluid free. With the egg compressing from the other side, it had little room left to squeeze. Surface tension held it together entirely, so the latex did not erupt up the shaft. Rather, it shot forward an instant then came to a dead stop, bunching up and melded together into a plug. This moved entirely at its own pace, receding at a steady trickle just enough to draw his body into another impending climax.

Mark was lost to it all. Something was happening inside his shaft, and it felt amazing, bringing with it the same intense relief of letting go a long standing ache of tension. It was made all the more incredible by whatever Alan was up to with his mouth.

Oh the talent in that mouth.

The laying wyvern gave a weak little thrust, driving his shaft forward through that complex, plush grasp, but only got a fraction more to show for it. What worse, his vent clenched up locking the egg into place and drawing it back more than he wanted.

Alan was too preoccupied with the twitching wyvern shaft thrusting to the back of his tongue to spot the loss of progress.

The rabbit gave his shaft a little pat nearer the base, eyes falling upon natural skin slowly becoming visible, flesh a deep red. Latex was retracting from both directions, drawn fully out of his vent, skin exposed to the air for the first time since the transformation. It almost tickled trickling out past his lips. Alan was tempted to try and get a better view of what was happening, but Fox was far too insistent he stay right there, and the rabbit was disinclined to argue.

Mark was lost among everything that demanded his attention. Too much. He could feel growing waves of an orgasm beginning to wash over him. The sensation was distinctly different this time. There was a churning within his shaft, actual fluid welling up inside the base. His prostate was leaking copiously. All its time clenching against rubber had built up the gland's strength, making the base of his member swell and pulse just slightly with internal pressure. There was still a half-arm's length to go before it would be unplugged, and the process was taking forever. Even more pressing was the heavy form of the egg making progress once again down a relaxing passage. He felt the curve of the egg against that poor spasming muscle, bearing down upon it more and more.

His heavy head slid forward, finally giving Alan's legs a chance to stretch out, wyvern nose on the lichen path between his knees. As Fox drew his hips forward and skyward, the rabbit followed along and rolled up onto his knees, planting his butt squarely against the end of the muzzle behind him. In a fit of sudden nerves, Alan's tail fluttered rapidly, surprised by the solid presence. More surprising still was the rush of hot breath through the billowy material, and a repeat performance of what his feet had just been treated to.

Not one to disappoint, he flattened his tail and gave a jerk of his hips, dislodging his shorts from the furry brush of an appendage, making them crumple up against the wyvern's nose. All the while he kept a paw at the ready, wanting to catch the egg. Just in case.

Surprised, though anything but put off, Mark pulled away for a brief moment watching those shorts fly to the top of his point of view. Exposed there was Alan's pert, nude butt, on beautiful display in front of his eyes. It was then the heady cloud of musk of rabbit lust wafted over his nose, drawing him in.

The rabbit had been leaking a steady trickle of pre through their entire encounter. His sheath, groin, and shorts were all left wet. Only later would he learn this increased production and libido to be one of the many side effects he would come to learn of. He was simply too lost in the moment to give it any thought.

Not when a tongue which tapered as wide as his wrist swept up between his legs, dragged his orbs along the way to roll against his sheath and back again over the course of a few seconds, only to have that powerful muscle reverse course and continue that casual lick right up to the base of his tail, tip stretching open the practiced ring of muscle for a brief moment.

Alan nearly came on the spot and pushed back with urgency, spreading his legs as he arched his back. Pushing it in front of him, he had to pull off Fox's shaft a moment to moan, voice raising several octaves. Both feet came up and scrabbled against the wyvern's chin, trying to hold him there.

The next, longer lick and huff of breath against his balls made him squeak.

With a revigored sense of urgency, Alan began nosing and licking down the side of wyvern's shaft where the material had thinned the most, eyes coming to rest upon the growing ball of rubber which had formed near the base of Fox's shaft. It grew steadily as what remained of the plug was drawn free. He could feel the movement and moment of change from firm rubber to thick fluid running ever closer to the tip inside of Fox's curled length.

Mark wasn't entirely sure what had come over him. His first lick began as almost a reflex, though as soon as he tasted what had been presented, he went back for more. Nose buried against soft warm cheeks, he nestled in, slurping noisily as the rabbit did the same, latching onto his tip.

Alan was not complaining about the sudden, wet attention. That tongue was about the size of a small stallion he'd known. Thighs squeezed together around the next wet swipe of tongue, he thrust in place as though to ride it akin to the very thing he had in his mouth, weight rocked back upon his legs. Planting a series of lusty kisses up Fox's shaft, he got a close look at what remained in his way to getting a proper taste of this wyvern.

Suckling throbbing rubber was one thing, but he'd craved more for a while. Touching along Fox's length it felt like the stuff was nearly out, so he plopped his muzzle over the end and sucked. Despite their joint best efforts, it withdrew at its own laboriously slow pace.

The awkward position Mark put himself in was making the egg's progress slow, his passage at an odd angle, but he didn't care.

This was the most fun he'd ever had.

His heavy breaths washed through Alan's fur, equally heavy throbs straining his member. With his wings splayed ahead and to his sides, the wyvern began breathing harder.

Tail curling upward, Mark dug his claws into the path, squatting to push. The constant pressure of that egg was interrupting his prostate's attempts at release. The gland could not compress itself further.

That egg had to come out first. The former fox puzzled to himself, lust-addled mind bouncing among everything around at such a frantic pace, he couldn't focus on anything.

Almost growling as he tried to change gears, Mark turned his attention to that obtrusive shell. Hips aquiver, he bore down with all his might. Face still buried against Alan's butt, his tongue lolled forward, ridden by the horny hare, breath washing over his rump and thighs. In the same moment, his member tensed and straightened up, popping deeper into the rabbit's mouth, carrying that quivering motion right along with it.

The less than subtle spread of his vent grew into a visible mound. Veiny flesh stood in stark contrast to white scutes and egg within. Breath came hot and heavy to the wyvern, panting as his hindquarters held that pose as long as he could keep up the strain, progress coming to a stall.

The bad part was, he could feel it slipping.

Strength wavering, his body settled around the egg once again, seemingly to the chagrin of the bundle moving about inside, reach thump resonating into the sensitive surrounding tissues. Lost entirely to the moment, Mark began licking in earnest, redoubling his efforts on the next attempt. In response, the smaller form threw a paw between his legs, wedging his balls and member behind his thighs in a scramble to give that powerful tongue all the better access. With a guttural growl which sent pleasurable tingles up Alan's spine, the wyvern stretched himself around that shell to its widest point, hips rising into the air. His shoulders shook with the effort of holding himself up, but other more pressing matters made him ignore their protests.

He almost had it!

Mark warbed gently, the sound almost a whimper. After just a moment, he felt a familiar rubber-coated paw come to rest against his side, tracing a gentle pattern toward his vent, seeming to avoid it directly. It helped to ground him, however wasn't quite enough. A little shift of his hips put a stop to Alan's uncertainty, bringing hot flesh to curious fingers. Neither of them knew what it would help, but both enjoyed the delicate touch. Head shifted to settle his chin atop the rabbit's butt, his tongue stretched down, giving a heavy slurp.

Then the dam broke.

All that built up pressure overcame the rubbers grip inside of Mark's member. A fingers length was extruded at a suddenly accelerating rate, ejecting with enough force to bounce off the back of Alan's throat. This was followed immediately by the first fluids the wyvern's prostate had been allowed to produce without anything in the way.

Confused for an instant by the solid impact, it was made perfectly clear to the rabbit when the musky fluid hit his palate. With all the effort he could muster, he swallowed down the heavy mouthful, a little bead of pre dripping from the corner of his mouth from the sheer volume. Entirely under the impression Fox had just cum, Alan pulled back for a breath of air. The top of his head dragged back against the wyvern's stomach.

The dull thud of a ball of rubber thumping over the ground was lost upon them.

Yawning open, that passage parted more and more with Mark's next potent push, putting everything he had into it. He squeezed the smallest of trickles from his length, the egg plopping past his prostate. Immediately, the glad began to spasm and pulse. The long standing pressure against it had nearly caused it to go to sleep. Finally given a reprieve, it swelled. Copious, thick fluids churned forward, muscle primed, ready to fire.

This was it!

Mark pulled his face away, craning his head up, the whole of his spine aligning. From his maw came an utterance of pure, unintelligible sound. Beginning as a bubbling, warby groan built and built through a series of rapid panting breaths, raising in volume and dropping in pitch. In the span of a breath, he built to a powerful roar, whole body quaking with the strain he put upon it.

Beneath him, the rabbit rose to reach forward. He watched Fox's folds stretch tighter and tighter, skin finally releasing tension with a snap of elasticity. What was just a crown of blue shell and concave flesh was all at once the whole of the egg.

Prepared for the catch, but not for the weight, Alan was pulled forward, levered by his gloved paw now stuck to the shell. He managed a gasp of surprise before the wyvern's tip curled right down his throat. The paw gripping the wyvern's base was forced notably wider as the whole of that prehensile, muscled shaft clenched down. Every drop of thick, pent up fluid, from prostate to tip, was forced free in a long, powerful wave. Half of the first blast went into his stomach before he gagged. Mouth suddenly full to leaking. He hadn't expected that. Limb untangled from the heavy egg, he wrapped rubbery fingers around the length of shaft against his face. The now familiar sensation of it welling up with cum made him pull away, curled tip just outside his closed mouth when it released its next long jet. It painted white from his chin, cheek, and neck, down his chest, and gave Alan just enough time to aim the streak across his sheath and belly.

One paw kept hold of Fox, while the other flew down to his groin, collecting that hot, slippery mess on his palm. Without missing a beat, he grasped hold of himself, stroking frantically. Forcing down the last swallow of cum, he released his breath as a high moan, climaxing immediately he was teased so long. A small streak of his own seed pattered over his belly just as the next burst came from above, blasting his suddenly sensitized shaft with a direct shot. Shocked, he fell backward, being further streaked along the way. Ever nimble, even while in a tight spot, Alan managed to just roll onto his back upon the ground, legs and stomach given a fresh coat as the wyvern's climax calmed to a drip.

There he lay, a silly grin on his face, still fondling himself and licking his lips.