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Spermatosaurus Treatment For Mohrahk By Draconicon

The sun hadn't even risen yet when Vasilisa kicked him out of her house. He went flying through the door, propelled by a literal kick, and he landed with a thump on the street outside. The sergal groaned under his breath, looking over his shoulder to see her throwing his sweatpants after him, barely managing to catch his clothes before they could hit the ground.

"The clinic's that way," she said, pointing up the road. "If you can get there before the sun's up, all the better."

"But why?"

"Because better for you not to be seen in public when you're still like that," she said, pointing down at his crotch.

His cheeks burned as he was forcibly reminded of the throbbing morning wood that he had. He'd barely felt it in his sleep, but now? Now, the throbbing, barbed thing was begging for the attention that it had gotten last night. It was still so sensitive, too, feeling like it was on a hair trigger.

And then he remembered that he was standing naked in the streets. His slow-waking brain certainly felt embarrassment keenly enough, because he grabbed for his pants and pulled them on as fast as he -

"Nnnnngh!"

Moh gasped as he felt the fabric of his pants pressing against his cock. That was almost enough to make him cum right then and there, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he struggled to hold back an orgasm that was all too eager to come flooding free.

By the time that he had managed to pull himself together, Vasilisa's door was closed. She was done with him for now, and he was pretty sure that she wasn't going to let him back in until after he was done at the clinic. That was if he got done at the clinic, because from what she was saying, this was pretty severe.

He blushed as he felt his balls swinging back and forth in his pants as he set out, and he tried to focus more on the feeling of being barefoot in the cold streets in an effort to kill his libido. He didn't know if it was working, but it was uncomfortable. Rocky streets, cold pavement, and wet paths did not make for a comfortable walk.

Eventually, he did make it to one of the tram stops, and he sat down at the edge of the bench. As expected as he stuffed one hand into his pockets, he found a few coins for his fare. He held them tight, and waited for his ride.

#

Thankfully, it was a short one, and there were no ladies on it this early in the morning. He was able to make it all the way to his destination without incident, and he thanked the driver with a smile and small salute before getting off the silver tram. He stepped out onto the station, and looked at the clinic proper.

It was...well, to put it mildly, it was imposing. Solid gray walls that were topped with spike-walls did not make him want to step past the external barrier, but Vasilisa had told him that it was required, so...

Moh tried to ignore the various imposing bits of architecture, from the iron posts atop the wall to the walkways for security guards that was just behind them. He could see a few standing posts, watchtowers in the grounds of the clinic, and he wondered what in the world they treated to have that much security.

He ambled along, doing his best to look casual as he walked over to the gate. Even that was imposing, with cracks and holes in the stone wall along the metal bars, and he was half-sure that he saw people waiting on the other side, and could hear the click-click of weapons. It sent a shudder down his spine, and he almost didn't have the courage to walk up to the glass window by the gate.

But he did.

The rabbit on the other side looked at him curiously, her eyes flicking up and down his body. He blushed as he looked down at her, seeing that she had large breasts, that her shirt was on the verge of splitting around them, and while he couldn't see her hips, he could -

Sniff.

He breathed in, and he caught her scent. Not wet, not aroused, but more of a hot smell, something like the smell of a beast that had been getting bred over and over and over again, but had not yet caught. It wasn't horny, but it was in need.

And that was the smell that he got from the rabbit. Something that needed to be seeded. Something that needed to be filled. Something that needed him.

There was a swell, a surge in his balls, and he groaned as he leaned against the metal counter that stuck out under the glass barrier. His cock throbbed in his sweatpants, pushing up and bulging the front, and he could barely breathe through the lust that rocketed through him, burning through his veins.

Rut. Breed. Fill.

The urge hit him so hard that his hips thrust forward once, twice before he caught control of them. He huffed through his nose, slowly forcing himself to open his eyes to look at the rabbit again.

Her expression had gone from curious to concerned. She had her hand just over a button near her, and considering it was a big red button, he was pretty sure that would do something bad. Moh shook his head desperately, waving his hand.

"Ah, please, no! I just...I need help. Something...mmmph..."

He breathed in again, and the scent nearly took him off his feet. He slumped forward, pre-cum oozing from his dick and soaking the front of his pants so hard that it looked like he'd pissed himself. There was no mistaking the smell, either, and he huffed and puffed as he sucked it in.

"Fuck...I need...I'm here for..."

What was it that Vasilisa had said? What was the thing that she'd mentioned that he needed to say?

"I'm here for...Registration and...extraction..." he managed to pant out. "Please...I need...mmmph..."

"Security to front gate," the rabbit said, pressing a different button. "We have a patient in desperate need here."

He nodded his thanks, only to feel a dart hit him in the back of the neck. Another, and then a third hit him, and he fell, out like a light.

#

The next time that Moh opened his eyes, he was in the middle of an exam room, and not one that he was familiar with. The sergal tried to flex his arms, tried to break the leather straps that held him down, but they were thicker than usual. He couldn't move even an inch.

In a way, that was almost soothing, considering what he had wanted to do to the rabbit at the front gate. If she'd been anywhere else, if she hadn't had the glass between her and him, he didn't know if he would have been able to resist. She had smelled so good, so hot, so needy. Not horny, even, but needy. Like she was in heat, even though she wasn't his species. A shiver went down his spine, and he felt his balls roll and churn.

Click, click.

He turned as the door opened, the lights overhead coming on. The walls of the room were stone, like a prison cell, and he realized that his exam table was made of metal. That, and that he was naked on it.

And considering that the gazelle that had come into the room was a female, he blushed worse. He wanted to cover himself, but the straps kept his arms out of the way, unable to do anything to hide himself.

And it got worse when she pulled on a pair of black latex gloves, each one snapping on with a firm slap. A deeper blush burned in his cheeks as she sat down next to him, getting a good grip on the base of his shaft, pinching it as it throbbed up harder and higher.

"Registration and extraction. Your name?"

"Mohrahk Morvokowus," he said, nodding. "I...what is this place?"

"If you don't know, you don't need to know. What were you affected by?"

"I...What?"

"What attacked you? Or was this more of a sexual encounter that went badly?"

"...I guess you could say that second one?"

He still remembered the time in the forest, how he had been bent over, how he had been filled and...and changed. He still didn't know exactly what was going on between him and that thing, or what Vasilisa wanted him to get done here, but he hoped that the people here were used to that. They seemed to be.

The gazelle nodded at his answer, noting it down before putting both hands on his cock.

"From our initial inspection, it seems that you have been infected by a Spermatosaurus. Not a small thing, but it should be manageable."

"What...what is that?"

"A beast. A monster, if you want to be technical. It is not dissimilar, biologically, from your current shape, though it doesn't have eyes. It sees in the infra-red, and it has great difficulty controlling itself around fertile females."

"That...feels about...mmph..."

"They also have very sensitive shafts, unable to control themselves for long when faced with stimulation. Some subspecies also have barbs, able to embed themselves in others and release a venom, of sorts, that renders them hyper-fertile and easily impregnated. Further doses can lead to an uncontrollable build-up of need and lust in other people, rendering them almost monstrous in their own right.

"Of course, one might assume that a Spermatosaurus can control themselves, but that is rare. Most of them are monsters, completely animalistic and driven only by the urge to breed. It is a rare version of them that has the mental fortitude to control themselves, and those tend to keep to themselves in order to maintain that. Most will run wild, rutting with whatever females they can find, turning them, warping them, impregnating them. If they find themselves laying with another male, a Spermatosaurus stands a good chance of turning them into another of the monstrous species, but...well, I don't have to tell you that."

Moh barely heard her. His attention was all on his cock and balls, his package wanting to blow his load already. He was breathing hard, panting, his breath coming in ragged bursts and puffs, his eyes closed tight and then going wide open by turns. The gloved hands rubbing up and down his cock were so good, so...so experienced at jerking him off.

He looked down. There was a veritable slime pool running out of his cock, the stream soaking his belly before running off on either side, pooling in the room. He could smell himself, the thick stink of sergal musk replaced by something else. Something darker, thicker, more primal, and it was making him want more.

More.

He growled under his breath, panting as he felt his balls churning more, almost swearing that he could feel the sperm inside his balls wriggling around, like they'd somehow gotten bigger. His eyes rolled back again as he huffed, puffed -

"NNNNGH!"

And came. His orgasm ripped through him like a knife through butter, as violent as it was pleasurable. He arched his back as much as the straps would allow him, and he came all over himself.

Well, mostly, all over himself. The gazelle reached out at the last minute, catching some of his seed in a glass vial that she then set aside. She didn't let go of his cock through that whole session, either.

Instead, she gathered up some of the slime in her latex gloves, spreading it between her palms before grabbing his cock again.

"Let's see how many times we can repeat that. This is an extraction, after all."

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Moh screamed at the top of his lungs in pleasurable pain as his oversensitive cock was put through the wringer. Those gloved hands, it seemed, had no mercy, and with lube, they were that much better...

Hours later, he was shoved out the door with a little orange pill bottle in hand, and he immediately fell flat on his face. The sergal groaned, his balls aching, his cock throbbing, and despite cumming enough to have impregnated half the country, he felt like he could still go another round.

No females, please, he thought as he very carefully rolled onto his back. No females. Just...anything but females...

But he still had to go back to Vasilisa. The sergal whimpered, not looking forward to the trip back, but he knew that he had to do it. Groaning, he forced himself to sit up, looking down at the pill bottle.

It was supposed to be one pill every four hours. Considering they hadn't given him one yet, he imagined that he needed to take one now.

He popped the lid and shook one free, swallowing it. It tasted bitter, like most pills did, but unlike the cold pills that he had taken before, this did something almost immediately. Namely, it made his cock finally stop throbbing.

Moh blinked, staring down at his pants as his bulge went down, and he grinned. Finally, things felt like they were turning around.

The End