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Water riveted down Mark's vibrant scales. Each droplet caught the rays of the distant blue star in the sky, and formed a bead of light against a swirling red and orange hued backdrop of freshly exposed wyvernhide. The former fox felt lighter than he had in ages. Even so, he stood on shaky legs. His breath was deep and labored, though slowly but surely it was calming its pace. The male's visible fatigue was due entirely to the fact that, minutes before, he had laid a trio of sizable egg, with their fourth even larger sibling-to-be still heavy in his gut.

Mark's gaze was cast unwaveringly over at Doctor Mertezi, a scant a few paces away, his arm in a sling. A thick, plush towel was draped over his other shoulder, intended for his nephew. Just behind and to the side of the older rabbit was the imposing figure of Marra, standing tall, her wings tucked against her body.

With his good hand, Victor tossed the heavy towel to Alan, who put it to use both as a way to dry off, as well as to hide the retreating tent in his air cooled shorts. After a moments pause he turned his attention back to the waterlogged pair.

"I take it that everything went smoothly," the doctor stated with a smile, the phrase said more as fact than as a question.

Alan put it to use to dry off his arms, then wrapped the towel around his waist, and folded the top over to hold it in place. He was still a little flustered from the whole scene, and the cold clinging cloth was a bit much for his recently spent rabbit-hood. "Oh," he glanced out at the small lake, where three snakelike male wyverns had just hatched, "it looked like everything went smoothly... I think. As far as I can tell at least."

"How about you, Fox, feeling okay?" Victor addressed Mark, but only received a not-so-subtle growl as a reply. "I'll take that as a yes for now, though I will need to give you a thorough examination soon," he got another deep growl.

The towel clad rabbit stepped forward around Mark, giving him a solid pat against his long neck. "Calm down, you. There's no reason to be so upset." Though the unexpected touch made him jump slightly, Alan disarmed the wyvern. As he turned his large, scaled head and made eye contact with the lapin, long-tense muscles finally loosened and relaxed, he calmed somewhat, and his large body drooped visibly, his head level with Alan's chest. "There, that's better." He continued to pet, his plush pawed attention shifted up to his damp, tender eyeridge and smiled at the further reaction he received. For a moment he wondered what it was about his uncle that set Fox's temper off, but was distracted as Victor spoke up.

"You really seemed to have a way with him," the Doctor smiled then paused for a moment to think, "perhaps you could help me to at least get the necessary scans. I have a handheld device that should prove suitable for this purpose. Otherwise I may have to restrain, or even tranquilize him, which I wish to avoid." Alan's eager yes was quite immediate, so Mertezi turned his attention to Mark, "so Fox, how about it? Would you prefer it if he gave you the once over instead? It's honestly for your own good health."

While the wyvern loathed to even respond to a question presented by the that crazy old rabbit, it was the concerned, and even somewhat hopeful look on Alan's face that changed his mind. With a slight huff, Mark nodded his compliance, his reflective copper gaze fixed with the younger rabbit's. "Splendid!" Victor looked over his shoulder to the path that led back to Mark's sleeping quarters. "Alan, if you would accompany me. I'll need to give you a tutorial on how to use the device."

"Will Fox be okay out here?" He asked his uncle as he reached forward with both paws, rubbing vigorously through the clean, damp mane. The contact sent little little tingles down his spine.

Victor nodded, "for the time being, yes. The sooner the better though in any case."

Mark leaned further into the touch, until flush with the damp towel, his nose just naturally fell squarely upon the rabbit's sheath, which had grown firm once again. "You take care out here while I'm gone, okay?" The wyvern nodded, taking the opportunity to give a gentle nuzzle forward, along with long draw of air which pulled scent through the cloth. Alan looked down at him, and they met eye to eye once again. The hare mouthed, 'so cute;' Mark turn away in subtle embarrassment. With that they were off, spry on their feet on the path back to the lab. Both wyverns watched them leave until their heads disappeared over the hill.

Marra was the first to move. She stood tall on her hindlegs, muscular tail braced on the ground as a tripod. She practically dwarfed her young, male counterpart as she looked out over the small pond. Subtle ripples danced across its surface, though she saw through, with ease, the reflection of the millions of storms that raged across the surface of the warm hued gas giant which dominated the greater portion of the sky. The large female was on the lookout for her offspring, and was not long before her keen eyes spotted the three eggs that lay on the lakebed. With a mighty leap, and a flap of her broad wings, Marra launched herself to just beside them. The female's hardly graceful landing threw a spray of water in all directions, though she seemed unconcerned over the matter. Rather, she dipped her head under and inspected the broken shells. They had been picked clean by the great multitude of tendrils which recited in the lake, and even as they turned their attention to her, the great beast was not dissuaded. She snapped at a few that poked up at her nostrils and scanned through the water for her young. Sure enough, the trio was safe and healthy.

Each wyvern hatchling had taken residence in a different corner of the pond. Fresh out of their shells, they looked more like eels than anything else. For the time being they had long, flattened bodies, no limbs to speak of, and a broad head. As soon as they were free they had begun to gorge themselves on the long vines that kept the lake clean. With their bellies full, the young males took it upon themselves to swim in lazy circles, seeming to pay little attention to anything, including their mother. With a sense of satisfaction and pride filling her senses, she scooped up one of the vacated shells in her jaw with utmost care, and returned to shore with it.

Mark did not know what to make of the scene. As Marra approached, a feeling of uncertainty and nervousness grew in the pit of his chest. The imposing female lowered her head, and settled her weight on her wing knuckles immediately in front of Mark. Then with a gentle, even loving, croon, she lowered her head and set her chin gently atop the wet-furred nape of the males shoulders, her muscular neck cradled gently against his own. Unsure of what else to do, he returned the gesture with a similar gesture in a motion the felt natural. He felt as though she was thanking him, and a small sense of pride took Mark. After a few moments she pulled away and met him in the eye. For the first time her gaze did not frighten him. Just the opposite, it served to bolster his spirits. She gave him a gentle nudge in the same direction the pair of rabbits had just gone, and they soon followed suit.

Up ahead, the Doctor had already retrieved a device from his cache of supplies to hand to Alan. "Unfortunately he is much too large to use high precision scanner inside," Doctor Mertezi began, "so this will have to do. This works in much the same way as an MRI, though a fair bit more compact." The device consisted of an ergonomic handle grip, formed the shape of the paw, fixed to the bottom radius of a circular plate which was a couple inches thick. There was a single large red button where one's thumb would naturally lie. "Hold this down, that powers on. Its acontinuous trigger, so will turn off as soon as you let go. It takes a few seconds to spin up and spin down, and the way it moves takes some getting used to," he noted, "it acts like a large gyroscope. I will take care of all the more technical adjustments and settings remotely, all you'll need to do is move it around."

To demonstrate, Victor activated the device. There was a small torque as it spun up to full speed, and it began to whir gently, the noise accompanied by a sound similar to mellow ocean waves. He put his free paw under the scanner, and moved it around. On the screen there was a 3D representation of his hand, just without the fur, along with a touch interface in a language and writing style completely unfamiliar to the younger hare. In awe, Alan put his paw in its scope. "Hold there a moment," Victor inputted a few commands, and the hand was deconstructed. Each of its various systems; skeleton, vascular, the muscle that made up his paw, even the pathways of nerves. "This can't quite scan down to the level of DNA, but for our purposes it should do the trick. You'll need to get him to lay still of course." His keen ears picked up the approach of the two wyverns. "Beyond that I will be just in the next room to look over the data as it comes in," he continued tapping through the interface, then released the red button. "I would prefer not to agitate him further," He spoke up so that Mark could hear, handed the device off to his nephew, then gave Alan a polite bow of his head before he exited into the monitoring room he had been in earlier.

Marra settled just outside the entrance to the garden, while Mark continued inside, slightly wary. The short walk had given him some measure of recuperation, though he had a new problem to manage. The fourth, wobbling egg no longer had a volume of liquid around it, or a trio of siblings. As his body contracted around it, the shell had settled quite firmly against his internal testes. The weight shifted back and forth with every step, and felt akin to a a rough, but pleasurable fondling to his endorphin addled head. By the time he stepped through the door, his black, latex coated shaft had grown engorged. Thanks to its prehensile nature, he had curled it up against his visibly rounded gut, while the upper third pulled blissfully side to side against the swell, giving just a modicum of relief.

Though he could still smell the doctors scent, he was happy to be in the same room with Alan once again, seemingly alone. They met at that point just paces away from where the two had a very intimate moment mere hours earlier. The broad spectrum lighting revealed more fine detail in his scales, each one was minutely pearlescent, shined with hues the color of fire.

"Over here Fox. Sit down," he said plainly. Mark sat up on his haunches, broad tail sprawled behind him. The wyvern's squirming shaft was plain to see, and the position at least displaced some of the weight of the egg. "Alright, I've already tried it on myself, and it doesn't feel like anything," Alan powered on the device, and got a feel for its odd handling, though he was clearly distracted by the bold black coated length in front of him.

The former fox saw him staring, and it served to make him all the harder.

Small, flashing arrows appeared on the interface, and Alan moved it over the wyvern's body to follow their prompts. He scanned over his barreled chest and gut, focused on the egg. When the passes came to his twitching tip, the device beeped. After a moment a message in English appeared as an overlay on the screen. 'You will need to move his penis out of the way, the movement is skewing the results.'

The rabbit stretched a hand toward Fox, who watched every moment, and settled his plush fingers against the slightly distended scales. The wyvern jerked just slightly, but calmed rapidly at the soothing touch. Alan traced down over the swell, until his paw brushed up against the slick, rubber coated shaft. The large male twitched his hips slightly, and coiled the end of his length partly around the soft furred wrist. "Settle," Alan cooed, "settle settle down," he pulled Mark's shaft down and away from his stomach, and in the process got it coiled around his arm, up to the elbow, squeezed just slightly.

Both of them found it increasingly difficult to not squirm from sheer arousal. There was something Mark found strangely satisfying in suppressing his urge to hump, as difficult as it was; he wanted to impress Alan. Of course, with half his arm wrapped, the rabbit was beyond thrilled. He had gripped the dexterous muscle just behind the relatively thin tapered tip.

'Scan complete.' Another plain text message.

The rabbit. At the screen. After a few moments it spun down, though the display remained constant.

'Egg is inverted. It will need to be rotated to be laid safely. Please come through.'

Because the service was so slick, Alan was able to pull his arm free with ease, though his touch lingered. Fox was unable to help but emit a warbling moan, shivering slightly.

"I will be right back. You," the rabbit spoke cheerfully with a playful grin, "stay right there." Alan set down the scanner, and gave his shorts an adjustment. The lump of his sheath was clearly evident even with the towel over top, then made his way to meet his uncle.

Doctor Mertezi had already retrieved a blue sphere of rubber no larger than a golf ball. It sat in the palm of his good hand. "Pierce your fingers through the surface of this. It will coat your arm to the shoulder in a temporary layer of material." Alan plucked it, and was somewhat surprised by the sphere's heavy weight. He looked over it for a few moments, the surface flawless and smooth, slightly slick. As instructed, he crushed the ball. It had about the consistency of thick putty, but that appeared to be changing rapidly. The shell dissolved, and as the material melted flat to his fur. The rubber flowed between his fingers, and met more at his wrist that had already been coated. In only a quarter of a minute the process was complete. Alan, very much in awe of the blue glove, rubbed his fingers together; he felt no friction.

"Now," Victor began as he stepped over to the wall display. A still image of Mark's torso was on display, a few layers removed to show the large hatchling to be. "The egg is upside down. It is a delicate matter to fix, but relatively simple." He tapped another control on the massive screen. A simple animation began, detailing what was involved. "It has to be done manually. So, if you are willing, you would have to reach inside and turn it around. Otherwise," he paused, "I may have to do it myself, and that may require sedation."

Alan piped up immediately, an eager tone poorly hidden in his voice, "no, it's okay. I'll do it." The young rabbit thought again for a passing moment why it was that Fox was so aggressive toward his uncle, but just then did not seem the right time to ask.

"Splendid splendid. Unfortunately, I won't be able to directly help you. The scanner in there has an image locked, so that should help." The Doctor tapped on the screen a few times, and zoomed in on Fox's welled slit. "Have him laid out on his back. Just inside, toward the front of his body, the path diverges, up into his intestines here," he pointed out things as he went along, "right now his oviduct is still dilated, so it should be relatively simple to find. Just remember to go straight, rather than follow the curve."

"By the way," the Doctor pulled up a new window on screen, "it looks like the three in the pond are perfectly healthy, so this is a tremendous success." He showed a rendered version of the pond, with three small red spheres highlighted, points of vital statistic data pinned to each one. Each was about a meter long.

"Oh, cool," Alan perked, "what about the one still inside him? Can I see him?"

"I don't have the means to do that right now, she" he corrected, "was moving around too much to get an accurate scan. Of course, if she's that active then I can surmise that she is quite strong and healthy.

"Though the sooner she's turned around the better," he hinted.

"Oh, yeah, of course." Alan stammered for just a moment, blown away at by but he was about to do. Only a few hours ago he was on board the train, now he was about to be shoulder deep in an incredible looking creature. The thrill of something so different, so exotic, so alien filled him with an excitement that made him feel as though he would burst if he tried to hide it. With a bounce in his step, he went out to meet Fox once again.

Mark looked at Alan's arm quizzically, surprised by the development. In the meantime he had grown slightly soft, though the rabbit's return turned that around.

"Okay, um. I need you to lay on your back," he gestured to reinforce the idea. The wyvern had to move slowly to spare his wings and other delicate spots any undue pressure. He spread his broad wings out, and relaxed his legs, talons hung loose in the air, before they settled to the floor on either side of his tail.

Alan stepped close and looked over Fox. The rabbit unhooked the towel around his waist and dropped it to the floor. His gym shorts had mostly dried, and no longer clung to him. The end of his sheath was plainly visible, poked just over the waistband, with half his shaft on display, seemingly unabashed, quite contrary to his usual nature. The wyvern naturally craned his neck toward Alan, until his nose brushed against the hare's foot. He nuzzled forward and managed to slip his angular muzzle under Alan's toes.

"Easy now, relax," the rabbit had to hop back slightly as he was thrown off balance, though there was a chuckle in his voice. As he applied pressure to Fox's nose, he drooped his chin right down to the floor. "My Unc... I mean I'm going to help you with that ache... err egg." He took a moment to meet the wyvern in the eye. " In order to do that I have to," Alan looked at coated paw. Mark's new eyes were able to see a much broader spectrum, so the subtle blush in the lapin's long ears stood out in the relatively cool room.

" To ah..." Alan pulled his foot away. " Move it by hand." It took a moment for that to sink in, and Mark perked when it dawned on him. "You know what I mean, right?" In unison they both looked down at his distended gut, then back at one another. Mark nodded. "You're okay with it?" The nod he received turned his look of hope to one of joy.

As he lay there, the wyvern actually anticipated what was to happen next in a positive light. He was even eager for it. Anything for a bit of relief, especially with Alan. With great interest, Mark craned his head to watch.

"Good, all right." The rabbit stepped over Fox's wing with care. Since his long taloned feet were sprawled out to either side, Alan opted to take a seat right atop the base of the wyvern's tail, caution with every movement taken. Their gazes crossed once again, and Mark felt the others body shake with a gentle chuckle. The wyvern's shaft was as hard as ever, and stood directly in line of sight. It's glossy surface caused something to dawn upon him.

"Hey, Fox," Alan's coated arm outstretched, until he settled the face of his paw against the tender scales just beside the base of Mark's slowly writhing length, inadvertently directly upon his practically over swollen testicle. The rabbit reached with his other arm, which shifted his weight forward, and ground his package into the tail below him. Out of curiosity he ran his paw first over his blue arm, then over the coating which had plagued the former fox for so long. "Is this normal? This layer?" He posed the question as he traced his fingers up along the underside, the entire shaft beyond curling back upon itself into the touch. The two felt identical, the un-naturally slick, but still dry surface had a very unique texture.

Oh where could he begin? Mark shook his head quickly.

"I knew it," the younger rabbit bounced once again, and made Mark all the more aware of the arousal of his smaller partner pressed against him. "I don't suppose I could actually ask you anything about it." Mark began to shake his head, but then perked and motioned toward the the reflective wall with his muzzle. "My uncle made it?" Nod. "And I'm guessing he put it on you?" He everted his coppery gaze for a moment, then shook his head yes looked back; Alan's white furred face was one he did not want to shy away from for long, especially when he was the center of attention.

"I'll have to ask him about it. Okay," he sat up and shifted his focus, eyes upon the wyvern's slightly gaping, well cleaned hole. "I think you have to relax your head too." With a gentle sigh, Fox looseened his neck and rested his head on the padded floor. There was just something pleasant about following his bunny's directions. His strip of fur acted as an additional cushion, and he soon found himself quite comfortable, all things considered.

Alan kept his touch constant. Though he was humbled by the beautiful creature beneath him, Alan felt an odd sense of power, of dominance over the moment. With a slow motion he drew his slick paw over and wrapped his paw against the base of Mark's shaft. A sharp breath was drawn by the wyvern as he began to breathe deeper, the sensation already intense. While he had grown adapted to the black rubber that had encased his member, the heightened stimulation it provided had not diminished. So, out of reflex, his shaft coiled back until the tip brushed against Alan's head. The surprise of contact caused him to hump ever so slightly before he got it under control. Alan reached over and laid the broad of his arm against the length of the wyvern's shaft, then pulled it down to the side in an attempt to keep it out of the way. Not as though he needed an excuse to grab ahold of something so incredible. Muscles in Mark's hips twitched and flexed once again.

"Ready," he said aloud, deciding to play this by ear.

With a delicate touch, Alan let his paw glide down until his fingers traced over the sensitive hole. His hand was shaking slightly, nerves. Just as tenderly, he pushed his digits into the heat just inside. fox was still gaped, so his fleshy walls barely grazed against the rabbit's slender paw until the greater portion of it was inside. . Each little motion made a gentle squelch. His body tried to clench around Alan, but he was still too loose to apply any pressure.

"And forward," Alan repeated softly to himself, "not around the curve." His limb was sunk in, to the wrist, and he began to feel around carefully to identify the right passage. Every curious touch made the wyvern squirm subtly, and encouraged him to coil and flex his dexterous shaft more around the rabbit's furry arm. Choice settled, he pulled his fingers together and slipped into Fox's oviduct. His large form shuddered as Alan pushed onward, knuckles grazing one swollen teste. Large talons formally limp on either side lifted slightly while the toes curled tighter and relaxed whenever a bolt of pleasure struck him. Alan grew bolder as he watched more of his blue arm vanish right up to the elbow. The walls around the rabbit's limb flexed repeatedly, each clench accompanied by another curl of talons, his long tail coiling up toward his stomach.

The rabbit cooed softly, "settle," he dragged out the word, "seeettllle." It took a few moments to get his impulses under control, but managed to stop squirming. "That's better. Good boy. That's it."

A little tingle went up Mark's spine, the praise putting a smile on his face. He opened his eyes to take a gander at the upside down world around him. It took only a moment for him to see the crisp and clear reflection of his current activities on the mirrored wall, and he watched with great interest, the sight transfixing. It was surreal. Here was the rabbit he had been drooling over for the better part of two years, the only person he had ever really developed feelings for, someone he had always been too timid to even approach, with his arm halfway inside a huge creature.

Inside him.

Alan probed deeper, practically on his belly upon the wyvern's tailbase. His legs were clamped to the powerful muscular tail, long feet curled around either side to give himself additional leverage. He adjusted his angle, and ground his crotch against Mark unabashedly, then reached deeper, where his digits met another dilated ring of muscle. The broad side of the egg stretched it open just enough to make its texture known to Alan's fingers.

"Found it." The rabbit announced out loud. "Now just to..." He pressed his fingers flat to the egg, pushing gently as he tried his best to be careful. His braced grip around the wyvern's shaft tightened. Every single little motion felt very vivid to fox. He could almost see it in his minds eye. With his wrist through, and his palm settled flat against the broad side of the egg he tried to shift it. Thanks to a clever bit of engineering, the rubber on his arm stuck to the leathery shell. He had to throw his weight into it, but little by little the egg turned end over end part way, pressed more firm against his swollen balls than ever, then finally fell into proper alignment.

"I think I got it," the heat around his arm, the shaft around his other, the clean, musky aroma, his own intense arousal; they all served to make Alan pant quickly. As he drew his arm free, his keen ears heard the unmistakable sound of a moan, just as Alan's fingers passed over the swollen mound of one of the wyvern's testes. He gave it another gentle caress with the flat of his paw, and extracted a louder moan than ever, those powerful talons flexing tight. The rabbit repeated the motion, massaging gently, letting his slick fingers sink into the tender, incredibly sensitive flesh. After a few passes, foxes powerful leg twitched on that side, toes grasping at the air.

Mark became all too aware of the black, rubber blockage that stood between him and release. No matter how hard he flexed his prostate, he simply could not dislodge it. All the physical attention to his well overfull ball pushed him to heights of pleasure, and he relished it, eager for more. He constricted his shaft around Alan's arm as he had a dry orgasm, his body did its best to pump seed, but came up with nothing. Worse yet, it compounded his need.

Alan felt the subtle series of jerks all along the wyvern's length, right to the tip around his bicep. Then, with a grin he repeated the process on the other side. Almost with a hint of disappointment, he drew his arm free completely and sat up.

"Well," he settled both hands between his legs, just atop the very base of the wyvern's slit, then leaned forward and thudded his feet solidly on either side of his thick tail to get his attention. As Fox sat up, Alan continued, "I think that did it. Should probably scan again to make sure." He moved to stand, but the wyvern moved under him, his tail twitching as it worked to counterbalance. With a great crane of his neck, he managed to snag the scanner off the floor, and gave it to Alan. His teeth had left small holes in the rubber handle, but did no actual harm.

"Why, thank you," the rabbit smiled broadly. He powered on the device, and looked at the screen as it spun up. In the upper right corner was a flashing button, with a label written in permanent marker on the casing in tiny block letters 'NEW SCAN.'

"Simple enough." Alan looked at his entangled arm, then over at Fox. He got the hint and did his best to loosen his grip enough to allow the rabbit to push the necessary button, but still maintained his grip. Mark wanted every moment to last forever, the time well savored.

As before, the scan was simple. All the while he used the prehensile muscle to hold his mass in order to move the device the way it directed. The constant contact of the rabbit's plush fur coupled with how much he had to flex his entire shaft to hold it in place. With so much blood pumping through, the overtaxed nerves were all the more sensitive.

Another beep emitted from the device, accompanied by a message on the screen. 'Good work.' Alan bounced and angled the screen so that Fox could see, but the wyvern only stared at it blankly for a few moments, then looked back over at the rabbit, his head spinning slightly.

"It means I was successful," Alan patted the wyvern's flank, "you get to lay your last egg." A note of excitement was clear in his voice. He stood and slid to the side, though kept his arm entangled for a few seconds more, his paw wrapped around the shaft and dragging along its length while he pulled away, enjoying the contact nearly as much as Fox.

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