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Two Weeks - 9 A Familiar Foot

After a brief once through a high pressure air scrub, the pair of rabbits, Dr. Mertezi and his nephew Alan, continued on.

"And the next of a great many stops on our tour, the observation room." The door they stopped at was unassuming. It looked exactly the same as every other door he had seen, dark-stained oak, with a glass window over the hooked door-handle, with the only exception being the simple black-on-white sign that hung to the side at about eye level; the text confirmed Dr. Mertezi's statement in simple, bold letters. Alan was not sure what to expect from the title, but from what he knew about his uncle's business, it was going to be something interesting. He could feel it.

The lights in the room eased on just bright enough to see easily. The room continued on for at least fifteen meters in either direction, though what really had his attention was the back wall. Rather than wood, there was a series of glass panels set in place from one side to the other. Beyond that was a view into another, even larger room. As wide as the one in which he stood, and at least twice as deep as that, with a ceiling that was out of view. Along the back wall was a pair of massive closed doors. What had his attention though, was not the scale of the area, rather it was Mark. The wyvern was partly curled upon himself, and sound asleep.

The young rabbit walked right up to the glass and set a paw on it as he looked through, rather astonished.

'Print not recognized, please seek Admin for assistance.' The white words appeared in a vivid blue pop-up clear across his vision and surprised him for a moment.

"It's a touchscreen! I almost thought that room was real for a second." He laughed and stepped back to get a better look at the creature in the next room. "I mean, it's way too big to fit inside the building... I think."

"Oh, my boy, it most certainly is real. This is a live feed from another room, I added a three dimensional effect to make it look like a proper window. Really gives the impression of looking through a proper window." The biggest grin filled Victor's face as he said this. Implications from that simple statement took a moment to sink in, but as they did the boy's eyes went a little wide, a look of disbelief on his face. His uncle then stepped over and tapped the glass. After a little chirp the dialog vanished. "So that..." He pointed at Mark.

"Is my life's work." A look of pride swelled in the man. "You can call him Fox, it's a sort of nickname."

Alan cocked his head to the side and figured the red streak and white tail-tip did give the appearance of a vulpine's fur pattern, "but what is it?"

"Fox here, is a Wyvern, rather on the young side for the species," he paused to think a moment, "it's still going to be a little while longer before he's developed enough to fly properly. Still growing by the day though, so it's only a matter of time." The boy peered back at the display. Had it been anyone else telling him this, he would have assumed he was the butt of some wild practical joke, but this was his Uncle Vic. He trusted this man more than any other person in his life. More than friends, more than his mom or step father, anyone else at all.

"I never knew there was anything like that for real... unless..." Alan raised a finger, as though he had figured it all out, "wait is that it? You're getting into animatronics to go along with the stuff you've been making?" He was abuzz with excitement as the possibilities raced through his mind. With everything else the company already made, the possibilities set his tail abuzz.

"No no, nothing as simple as that, you're not quite thinking large enough. This way." Victor motioned to a door on the far left wall and grinned as he set off toward it. Beside it was a similar illuminated panel to the one used to adjust the lights. As before, the doctor tapped the screen and, after a short delay, the door slid right into the wall. Beyond it was a view into the main room from a vantage point he had not expected. The bank of glass gave the impression they were side by side, but when the stepped through the door on the left, they came out through an entrance on the far right wall.

Sure enough, right in front of him was the form of Mark. The fox-turned-wyvern was sound asleep on broad, padded mat. While the boy was away for the last few days feeding from Smith, Victor took the time to clean up the deck thoroughly, one would never have guessed what sorts of impossible, messy things had occurred recently. The good doctor wanted to ensure the comfort of his guests. Victor had also brought the blanket from the boy's bed, and was delighted to see he had been sleeping with it.

Currently, his long neck and head were settled upon the crumpled blue comforter, breath slow and steady, his muzzle tucked haphazardly under the other half. Every now and again he twitched very slightly; a flex of a leg, or a tiny jolt of a wing, as though he were dreaming of something. His wings hid most of his body, though his legs and tail were simply out there to see.

The young rabbit stepped forward slowly for a better look. Just a pace away he glanced back at his uncle, who only motioned him onward. So he moved in close, just where the flap of fabric was settled upon Mark's head, and knelt down to the floor, nervous to touch him, and possibly disturb this strange, huge creature.

Memories connected to one's sense of smell invoke the strongest feelings, stronger than any other sense; They trigger ones primal, feral mind. They bring fourth the most emotion, the deepest desire, the most vivid fantasies. Alan's paws still had a gentle aroma from his trip here, nothing unpleasant or malodorous, just a soft subtle scent that kissed the air; to Mark it was simply sublime. He spent many an hour distracted by it in class, with his tail folded over his lap, lest anyone spot the effects it had on him. So, when the presence of Alan's foot made itself known to his recently improved nose, his subconscious was drawn into a state of attention. Still fast asleep, and with his muzzle and nose tucked under a blanket, his dreams changed and accounted for his new company. While before he drempt of another steamy encounter with Smith, that meeting faded away to black.

Snap! Mark jerked awake and bolt upright in his chair. He was back in school, in one of the old classrooms. He wasn't sure what the noise was, but as he looked around things seemed off. The room was dim and indistinct, and all the other students were missing, save one. Seated before him was Alan, in the usual position he had so often fantasized about. He had his weight shifted forward onto his arms upon the face of his desk, seated half upright. His rear jutted out behind him, tail flagged. His long legs were curled under his chair, and his shoes were off. One of the hare's long feet was settled upon the other, the pad-less, well groomed white paws bounced one way then the next like a beautiful, fuzzy metronome. Each toe flexed individually to an unheard rhythm, the long digits curled upon themselves, then straight again.

Still asleep on the observation deck, his body mimicked his dreamy movements. The blanket draped over his nose fell away, and with it gone a wave of cool air washed over Mark's face, along with it an unobstructed path for his scaled, highly sensitive nose to the source of that scent that electrified and enticed him for reasons beyond his understanding.

From the head of the classroom came a familiar voice, that of Dr. Mertezi. "A successful breeding in captivity has never worked before my most recent attempt." Mark's attention drew away for a moment to the rabbit-playing-teacher. To see him here threw up a red flag in his mind, and in an instant he became lucid, aware that this all was a dream. Not one to pass up an opportunity, he just let things play out as they would, but the fox slipped down under his desk and laid out on his belly, nose very close to those snow white, lightly scented paws. It was as vivid and real as he remembered. While he did half-listen to the lecture continue, most of his focus was upon the long, snow-white toes in his gaze.

"There is no longer a viable population to sustain itself. The stresses of confinement and other factors always led to bad eggs, so organized copulation was not viable. With my new technique I will save an entire highly intelligent species from extinction." Excitement filled his voice as he spoke.

Alan perked and spoke up from just in front of Mark, "Intelligent?"

"As much as you or me, but without any formal spoken language. A female that lives nearby, Marra, has taught me a form of sign language they use, though the ideas I can actually pick up on are still limited, 'tis quite complex. She understands quite a lot of english as well, though Fox here has her beat in that department. He has a long way to go on signing though.

"But why are they going extinct? What happened? And how are you hiding them in the middle of the city anyway?" The fox closed his eyes for a few moments, then found his view of the world had changed rather subtly. He was still flat out on his belly upon the floor, but rather than the distinct red fur on the bridge of his muzzle, he saw black-scaled wyvern hide. On either side of him, his leathery wings.

"To explain that, I must show you something. Come with me outside. You need to see The Garden." He spoke with a growing grin on his face. Alan bounced to his feet and hopped forward. As he did, the toes of one foot swept over Mark's muzzle just enough to rouse him from his dream. The developing wyvern did not open his eyes, or move at all, not yet. He still wanted to savor these last few moments of rest, and ignore the reality that would greet him upon waking.

"So what am I looking at?" Alan spoke as he walked in stride with his uncle, who slipped a paw into the inner pocket of his coat and pressed a button. In front of them the huge double set of doors produced two pairs of solid thunks, then dropped out of view somewhat rapidly, the inner two, then the others. Then Victor led the way outside. As soon as Alan saw his surroundings his words were caught in his throat. Where should have been a just a small open space, with neighborhood of businesses and streets beyond stood a strange rolling, green landscape. A stream cut through a small valley into a lake that was just visible not too far off. The near hillside was checkered with colored squares; impossible things grew inside each. To one side writhed a mass of orange and yellow tendrils, in constant motion around, over, under and every which way about one another, their surface slick with an oily sheen that broke up the light like the film of a soap bubble. Another strange geometric growth, that looked like a true to life fractal ten feet tall, scattered sunlight into countless tiny rainbows on the ground all around itself, each of which moved slowly, and independent of one another.

"Wow."

"Indeed. This is a small, rather isolated island that I've come to lovingly refer to as 'The Garden,'" Victor said proudly, "and the distance between where you were when you stepped into the building and where you are now," he spoke with rising excitement, " is an astronomical span. I believe we're in another galaxy in fact," he fidgeted with the tuft of fur on his chin," though I can't work out which one..." Alan looked all around himself entirely dumbfounded. "The orientation of the stars above is completely unique and on a good, dark night you can actually see a nebula in the western sky," he smiled, "simply remarkable really. It doesn't match the spectra of any nebula on record so far. All of this..." He chuckled, "I almost take it for granted sometimes."

The young rabbit was shocked witless as his mind slowly let all that sink in. "Another world," he spoke with astonishment in his voice, "really?"

"But of course! Anyway, you'll just have to see the view tonight," he plucked a gold fob-watch from his pocket. A click to the top popped the cover open, and revealed its face, which was a large, round, digital mock-up of a timepiece. "Just finished this little gadget a few days ago, took months to build. I've just now gotten to programming things and came up with this." He held it down for Alan to see. The white face had a dual set of hour marks, one light green around the outer rim, and another, dark blue half-way to the center. Two sets of matching, thin arms ticked around the face, while a thick mark counted off the seconds that passed. The smaller, blue clock seemed normal enough, no different than any other he'd seen, but the other was a little odd. There were way too many marks, forty-two in total, with an additional, half-sized gap between the first and last number.

"This little toy took quite a while to develop and program for. The only one of its kind in fact. Local time, and Garden time, both on one lovely little display." The two sets of second hands seemed out of sync, one on the other side of the clock from the other, "Even more remarkable is that time passes a little faster here. My theory is that this galaxy is significantly smaller than our own."

"But... but how? How did you even keep something like this a secret? Doesn't the government look for this kind of thing?" Something dawned on him, "Wait... When did we even... get here?" He continued looking at the landscape and flora when something caught his eye. A few paces off on the other side grew an unlikely breed of what looked similar to choral, with bulbous red sacs on long vines grown from the tip of each point. They rose into the air to the limits of their leads and bunched together above like a mass of balloons.

Alan was just about to poke one out of curiosity when his uncle spoke up behind him, "Those are filled with perfect mix of pure hydrogen and oxygen, so do be careful." The rabbit froze, then shied away, "It's one of a few dozen side projects. I'm cultivating them as a potential cheap fuel source. Now, while you're here, you should be aware of my color scheme. Avoid going near anything with a red border," he motioned to the yellow line around the explosive plant, "and these you'd best avoid. In fact, avoid warm colors in general. Green is edible, blue is medical. Let's see," he counted them off on his fingers as he listed them off again under his breath. "Ah yes, purple is on the narcotic side, so best stay away from those. Hmmm... and, under no circumstances should you ever hop over any black and yellow striped fences. Beyond them are hazards beyond anything that you or I can handle."

"As for how I avoid the government, I have RHI as a front, and as a source of funding. He chuckled, "you might be amazed what a bored dragon will pay for a good, interesting 'toy.' Most of my latest work is from, or inspired by things here in fact." Victor paused and though a moment, "Ah yes, we got here just about the moment you stumbled in the corridor earlier. It takes practice to get used to the sensation. Now, laboratories with armed guards, security fences and all that sort of thing gets quite a bit of attention, no matter where you put it," he noted with a finger, "but if you have an old building from the tech boom nobody suspects a thing. Now, as to how I made all of this possible ..."

Mark heard the two distinct voices just outside while they continued to speak, though he could not make their words out too well. It was a little surprising to hear someone else after all this time. Ever since he had walked off school grounds the only person he had heard was that crazy rabbit. He hadn't even heard himself make any other sound than a squawk or some other bestial noise in days. He wasn't too sure about this new person though, he couldn't be certain of the kind of company that mad man kept, and was in no hurry to find out who they were, lest he be put though yet another strange encounter. A lingering scent hung in the air, but for the life of him he just could not place it. Even so, it invoked a bit of calmness and well-being, and brought a little shiver from him. He still faced the mirror so he looked himself over.

Even since yesterday he had changed.

His neck had grown a bit more, and with the added flexibility that provided he was able to get a good close look at anything he pleased. The copper specks in his eyes had filled out to the point they were now just barely flaked with his original blue, and everything looked more vivid than ever; he could actually see more colors of all shades. He picked up subtle shifts in color here and there in the black scales that dominated most of his form. Just around their bases were thin bands of red and orange hues. His hands could no longer be called such, their change so far along. The muscles in his arms and shoulders had grown firmer and stronger day by day, the bones in his forearms had fused and limited the play in his wrist. His fingers had each grown to more than ten times their previous length, and showed no signs of slowing. A supple, sensitive, veiny, dark hide grew between them all, and from his formerly-smallest digit another membrane grew that ran up along his lengthened arms, and ended part way down his side. In all, the limbs stretched out to his sides were already as long as he was from nose to tailtip.

Truly they would be considered wings by anyone's measure.

The wyvern drew them out to either side slowly, and as the skin tightened and stretched he felt little waves of pleasure radiate from them. He could not help but pull himself in all directions as best he could. His thick, powerful tail drew straight out behind him, his head up and forward. The former fox had not gotten used to the new body yet much at all. While his mind was on something movement came rather naturally for Mark, though any time he put thought into his actions they became temporarily awkward and clumsy.

'What IS that?' He sniffed around, that scent eager for the teen's attention. 'It's everywhere.' He sampled the air around him, then down to the floor where it was the strongest. There was something distinctly familiar about it, but his olfactory sense had changed so radically that the former fox was still in the process of learning how to use it all over again. From what he could tell the mad rabbit and someone else walked through the room, though he wasn't sure which way they went.

'Hmmm...' Mark turned toward the huge set of doors and squinted to slits as the copper in his eyes filled out subtly to block out more of the sun. The bright light was still rather intense for him, more so than ever after his latest long session with Smith, the other wyvern as bound as ever, so he turned away to the mirror, and shielded most of the glare from his eyes.

"Wonderful, he's awake!" The older doctor had spotted the movement inside, and led his nephew in as he returned to the room. Mark's back was still turned to the door, and his wings obstructed his view. He looked over his shoulder and squinted at the pair to save his eyes from the bright light and settled his wings to his sides.

'Why, so good of you to notice. Hard to sleep when you open those damn doors.' Mark thought to himself and sneered at the wall. 'To lose even my ability to speak,' it was a terrible blow to the former fox, 'I can't even tell him to keep the damn light out at night. I mean, it's not like he ever listened to me in the first place, but at least before I had the option to complain.'

As they stepped deeper in to the room, turned to face what he imagined to be yet another tormentor. 'And now he has a...' When he finally saw who was there with his captor, he froze stiff with shock. 'No... no... no-no-no-no-no-no.' He crooned and growled, his head shook, his reflective, metallic eyes went wide, and he backed away frantically from the two, right into a corner. Too many emotions, questions, thoughts and feelings flooded through Mark's mind to make sense of any of them. 'Is that Alan? Am I still dreaming? Is this real? A trick? How did he even get here? Why is he here? Will he recognize me? No. No, No... Wake up! Wake. up! Wake up, now!'

'WAKE UP!'

Confusion, fear, anger, betrayal, joy, hope, all washed over him, more than he could handle or comprehend. Before that moment everything that had happened to him, everything that he'd consumed, had made the fox's mind dull, his thoughts muddled and slow due to chemical influences, exhaustion, or some other malady, but all that fog was blown aside in an instant. This sighting of something familiar, a view of someone he knew, of a person that he cared greatly for, of something real. All that had transpired flashed through his mind.

It was then his mind snapped, and his bestial base instincts took over.

First just a low, threatening growl built deep in his chest as the pair approached, a sound that reverberated through the air. When Alan heard the sound, he stopped in his tracks, a worried look on his face, but his uncle walked boldly right up to Mark. The wyvern followed him with his nearly reflective metallic eyes, the doctor focused dead-center in his deepening tunnel-vision. A rolling, threatening trill rose at the back of his throat along with his growl as Victor raised a paw toward his patent's head. "There's nothing to be frightened of, either of you." He motioned to the younger rabbit. "This is Alan, my nephew." Mark's eyes shot open wide with that bit of news. He just could not process any more, so he did the only thing he could do.

He panicked.

Fight or flight?

His eyes darted about as he took a defensive posture.

One way out.

He focused first on the door, then at the only thing between himself and it, Dr. Mertezi.

One thing in the way.

His eyes narrowed down at the older rabbit who suddenly didn't seem all that imposing anymore.

Fight.

The wyvern let out a shrill cry with all his might, and the solid walls only served to amplify the sound. Both of them had to hold their ears to keep from being deafened. An instant later he sprung forward and barreled straight into Dr. Mertezi, head-first. While the doctor was not a small man, his mass was still no match against the enraged wyvern. His skull crashed squarely into the doctor's chest and knocked the wind from his lungs. A sharp crunch was heard as he was thrown to the ground. For that moment Mark saw the doctor not as his captor, but as prey. With a flick of his wings he leapt forward, and a heavy talon clasped around Victor's shoulder. The sharp claws pierced the rabbit's skin, and drew a ragged scream from the man. The wyvern bared his fangs and growled, posed to strike.

"No! Don't!" The younger rabbit called out and jumped toward the pair. Mark's jaw stopped just short of the fearful doctor's neck, his hot breath upon the man's fur, saliva dropped from his fangs, and he felt an odd sizzling in the roof of his mouth. Still growling, he turned, teeth bared toward that touch and made eye contact with his former classmate. "Please... don't." A pleading look filled on the teens face, in his eyes, that expression of fear and hope that this huge, intelligent, otherworldly creature would listen to him.

The rage on Mark's angular, reptilian face melted slowly as he regained some semblance of self control. His quick panting calmed slowly as he stood still for several long seconds, all the while Dr. Mertezi lay flat out on his back, both hands clutched at the large talons in his bloodied shoulder, his own breaths shallow and labored from the damage to his ribcage, his head slightly fuzzy. After a few long, tense moments the grip of that powerful foot-talon loosened and finally pulled away altogether. Even with all that had happened to him, even with how angry he was, he still could not take a life. Not right now. Not like this. He could not do it, not for his own sake, not for the doctor's, but his nephew.

He just could not hurt Alan like that.

"There there, that's it. Calm down," the hare reached toward Mark warily, "calm down." When he saw and heard no malevolent action he leaned forward and just barely set the tips of his fingers on the wyvern's nose, ready to pull away in an instant, but when that angular face calmed further he ventured to pet up along his black-scaled muzzle, up to the comparatively fiery red fur that grew in a stripe down along his spine from the base of his skull. Mark could not help but close his eyes and lower his head, then drop his wing-knuckles to the floor.

Dr. Mertezi had since backed away and was in the process of unbuttoning his blood-stained shirt to check his wounds.. "You okay Uncle Vic?" Alan spoke as he continued to pet Mark to keep him calm.

"I've had worse," he coughed and winced as he lowered a paw to his ribs. "I'll be okay, how is," he caught himself just before speaking the wrong name, "Fox?" With a bit of care he slipped out of his labcoat and shirt, then used the light cloth to wrap around his shoulder as best he could at the time.

"He seems okay." Mark was actually in his own little slice of heaven. Somehow the petting was incredibly soothing, and every stroke shrunk the angry fire that burned in his chest. "A lot calmer too."

"Seems you have the touch," the doctor chuckled for just a moment before he regretted that choice and clutched at his side again. "Ooh... I need to go get myself bandaged up," he stood wearily, "and *uff* have a bit of a lie down. I'll be okay on my own."

Alan looked to his uncle, then back to 'Fox,' that look of awe and curiosity back on his face. "You really sure, that looks kind of bad."

Victor nodded. "Oh, yes yes, it's just a flesh wound, and maybe a little bruising. I'll be right as rain in a few days." He paused, "can I trust you to keep him calm? We have to be certain nothing," he coughed again, this time it took him several long moments to recover, "that nothing happens to him or his eggs."

At first the younger hare was unsure, but he trusted his uncle not to put him into anything that would be dangerous, even after the display he just witnessed. What convinced him was a little nuzzle against his paw. He gave a little nod and looked back to 'Fox,' while his uncle turned tail and hobbled back to the lab proper. Before he exited, Mark caught a glimpse of the doctor's grin, but was soon distracted again by the paw upon his head.

"I hope he wasn't just putting on a strong face." Alan cared greatly for his uncle. Related to him through his live-at-work mother, the man had been a both a father figure and a friend as he grew up. Over time their conversations grew increasingly casual, and his uncle was the first person he felt comfortable coming out to. Only with his help and guidance, the younger rabbit got over his fears and was able to accept who he was. In one talk over the phone two years previous, the young hare had mentioned that he wanted a small toy to experiment with, but he had no way to get one. Couldn't go to an adult shop, or get it off the internet; his mom would ask about the origin of the package, possibly even open it. So, little more than a week later his uncle sent him a care gift.

Victor had packed it quite carefully, with 'this end up' stickers, and plenty of packaging. Within was a small laptop with a few accessories, a couple of loose bags of candy he had never found anywhere else that were in fact one of the fruits from The Garden, and tucked away beneath all that was a plastic container that filled the palm of his paw with white powder inside, and a printed label wrapped around the side that read 'powdered veterinary lubricant. Mix about 1 part in 20 with water.' Beside that was a black satchel made of velvet, tied off with a thick, yellow string. Contained within was a small canid dildo. Of course, right away he used the laptop to thank his uncle through e-mail, and that night he put his new prize to the test. Over the next two years Alan received several more packages from Victor, each with a special prize at the bottom. Even with all the gifts of this nature, the two never had any contact besides a warm, close hug. Dr. Mertezi was a free spirit, and cared greatly for his nephew, for his happiness, and he just had odd ways of expressing it.

As Alan continued petting Mark's entire body language shifted. His weight was supported more on his wing-knuckles, his back arched downward while his head descended steadily. The wyvern did not even realize any of this, focused as he was so completely on the sensation of those soft strokes over what fur he had left. He did not know why it felt so good, nor did he care. With every gentle caress the hare had to stoop a little lower, until he had settled one knee, his other foot settled beside it. The contact between chin and floor startled Mark for a brief moment, but soon he had relaxed entirely. Naturally his muzzle faced straight toward the foot of the one that touched him so tenderly. One leg had settled upon the other as his rump finally joined him on the ground. Half his soft-scaled underside was exposed in his half-twisted position, but that relieved some of the pressure from his large, but no longer lumpy, belly.

The rabbit could not help but let his eyes roam over the larger form of the beast before him. "Wow, you are just so," he paused for a few moments, and one copper-specked eye slitted to look up at him, "so... incredible. Handsome, regal... such a powerful look about you." Had Mark still had his expressive ears, they would have been flattened in embarrassment. He instead opted to tuck his head deeper against the partly padded floor and close his eyes. It was then that the gentle, pleasant scent of Alan's foot once again really registered in his mind. His nostrils flared slightly as his neck stretched and brought his nose closer to the source.

"And so cute!" He grinned and slipped his foot forward to plant his toes right against Fox's nose. When those plush-soft, white furred digits settled in place Mark's eyes shot open for a second and gasped. The breath drew a more concentrated sample of that clean aroma and sent a warm tingle right down his spine. So long had he fantasized of this act, though never did he imagine it might play out anything like this. He gripped at the floor with the talons of his feet and pushed himself forward against the crux of Alan's toes and drew another long, slow breath. As a fox his olfactory sense had been okay, but that was nothing compared to now. It was not that everything smelled stronger, just more detailed and vivid; it was like the different between monochrome and color. He still had a ways to go before he could sort it all out, but he could still enjoy it for now, and enjoy he did.

With another strong nuzzle forward he pushed the smaller hare back. After a bit of flailing, he landed square on his butt, giggling all the while, even more so when the large creature before him tucked a wing to the side and rolled to allow himself to settle in a more comfortable, uncurled position. Alan kept himself upright with his palms on the floor, and pressed both feet in against Mark's insistent nuzzling, just watching with a laugh and a curling of his toes when the wyvern's hot breath washed over a particularly vulnerable and ticklish spot.

From his angle the hare could not see the effects all this attention to his feet had caused, that was until the wyvern's next strong bump. His broad face slipped forward past Alan's paws, and spun him to the side a quarter turn. Mark came to rest on his side, his bare chest and belly exposed to the rabbit.

There was just something so intoxicating about that scent, and he was lost to it, just about oblivious to the world. His scaled nose drew up and down, slow and deep from the heel, right up along the length of the hare's paw to bury his nose in those long, broad snowshoe toes. He settled a knuckle on the ground behind the small rabbit, and continued his eager loving of Alan's velvety soft, pad-less feet.

Meanwhile, the teen lay there in a little bit of shock. Here he was, pinned by a large beast that just attacked his uncle. Even so, his fears melted away in the heat of what hung before him. Mark's shaft had long since slipped from its home to greet the day, larger than any he'd been so close to, even larger than that zebra he had fun with recently. It emerged from a swollen, red mound that wept a clear, slick fluid which pooled in small pockets. The surface tension was not enough to hold the quivering masses for long before gravity sent them down Mark's hide, where they collected once again in the crux of his hip and thigh. The slit stretched back a short ways toward his tail to make room enough for a pair of orifices which he would later learn where his anus, and the entrance to his egg sac.

His gaze followed the shaft upward in wonder as he examined it in detail. A slight indentation separated red flesh from a distinct color shift toward black. He could tell that it was some sort of coating, and the aroma of latex on the air gave him a clue to what it was, but it's purpose and origin were beyond him. For all he knew it was natural.

A swell showed the distinct beginning of Mark's member. it grew out slightly wider than his slit, slightly larger than both his fists put together, from there it tapered back down toward the pink tip in a long, smooth curve, made all the smoother by the sheen upon its tinted surface. The forward half of the huge shaft curled to one side then the other against the nearby black scales silently upon slick rubber. After a minute long hesitation that felt like forever he let a paw slip forward and come to rest on the wyvern's belly, just slightly out of range of the writhing shaft.

Alan paused again nervously. How would Fox react to a touch in such an intimate place. He glanced down and reassured himself with a view of a seemingly blissed out creature, copper-speckled eyes locked in a long, loving gaze with his toes. He kept watch as his pad-less paw crept closer, and jumped slightly when the shaft made inevitable contact with his fingers. The surprise to him was he was not the one to grasp first. As soon as the hot, flexible tip felt the soft fur against it's hyper-sensitive surface his entire body froze. The rabbit jumped and his heart suddenly raced, worried he may have upset the creature, but just as fast his concerns were chased away by a hot, slick sensation creeping around his fingers.

He looked back and turned more of his attention to the affectionate length coiled in his paw. With his weight supported on his other elbow, he was limited to just his other arm, but that did little to stop his exploration. He drew his touch down along the member, and it coiled around his arm in response. All the while it squirmed and shifted of its own volition, in a constant struggle to grind more of its surface against that amazing feeling.

To Alan's surprise, though no residue was left behind, the surface of it was as slick as could be, and Mark soon exploited that fact. His shaft constricted gently around his wrist, came around, and pushed its way through his grasp. He did not even have to thrust, it drew back and slammed forward again and again, desperate for more. Soon Alan was inspired just how he might accomplish that very task. In a quick motion that surprised the wyvern slightly the hare had moved up onto his knees, his long feet bare behind him. It only took a moment for the pair to resume their respective pleasures.

With both paws free now, the rabbit had a much better way to pleasure this beautiful creature. He encircled both of them around the pink, wrist-thick tip, and let them slide down along the length. As it emerged from the back of his clenched hand it redoubled back and coiled in against his fingers in a dance reminiscent of a writhing earthworm. As before it drew back a short ways before pressing onward once again. The large, scaled talons grasped at the air slightly as he attempted to shift and get more penetration, but they made no progress.

Alan wriggled his hips to adjust his shorts as he watched the erotic scene. He saw that the slit of Fox's shaft was open and free. Even so, to his surprise, not a drop leaked from within. What more, as he saw that black-tinted pink flash through his fingers over and over an urge built within him. Mark was lost still in the twin sensation of scented bliss, and sensual ecstasy, so when the younger rabbit leaned in and brought his blunt muzzle to his paws Fox was none the wiser. Ever so carefully, he opened wide his mouth, and licked out against it as it passed over his fingers. It was not long at all before his large form sensed this new source of pleasure, and in moments the rabbit found the rubbery length coiling up along his tongue.

The flavor was the same as the scent, strangely absent of much any other scent. He could not help but let out a delighted moan as he grasped it tighter and wrestled it with his tongue. Bit by bit he drew it deeper and did his best to pin it against the roof of his mouth as he took it to near the back of his maw. He drew away for a few mournful seconds before his face and paws descended once again, just a bit more. It was not long before he too was lost in a haze of lust. In and out Mark thrust through Alan's paws, eager for the heat of his maw. His hips bucked repeatedly as they sought for more, but the rabbit moved with him to keep himself from gagging.

All the while, not a single musky drop met his tongue, though he felt the entire shaft pulse and tense every minute or so as though it were in the processes of release, which would have been the case had the latex not sealed it away inside.

With a soft moan he pulled his muzzle away, much to the protest of Mark's shaft, which coiled and grasped at anything it could. The former fox had just been milked through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, one after the other. Each time he felt his balls clench, and his body flex. His prostate tried and tried, but it only managed to squeeze around liquid that was not about to go anywhere. Each pulse of pleasure was stronger than the last, and left him more and more frustrated, so when Alan spoke he was very slow to respond.

"So how about it? Let's go outside, maybe you can show me around some fun spots." Mark opened his eyes and looked up at the rabbit blearily at the same moment a long, loud gurgle echoed around in the wyvern's gut. "Sounds like you need something to eat, and my uncle said that was something I'd want to see." He shifted and got a foot under himself as he made eye contact. "You... can understand me, right?" Fox nodded, "Then come on," he gave the long shaft a teasing stroke that got those powerful hips twitching for a few moments, "let's go! Besides, I'm kind of nervous doing this where my uncle might see."

Mark let out a small, displeasured grunt at the mention of that man, then climbed to his feet. It took many calming breaths to manage with the intense feeling that still rippled through his shaft, but he'd already had days of practice, so soon he was on his way out the door, shaft hard and dangling between his legs, Alan at his side, ready to explore The Garden.