Nesting Season pt2
#2 of Nesting Season
Cerine consented to play the part of the defenseless hero in my latest dream-inspired story.
Once more, in the Flexible Survival world.
People had been going missing in this part of the city, the soldiers all knew it, but when they were sent in to a known feral hide-out to find one of the scientist's daughters, they didn't expect what was waiting for them.
Automatic weapons were, despite the latex spider's seeming formlessness, quite effective and they hunted down the hive spiders, even as the scientists moved in behind them.
"Ten?" Paul asked his sergeant again, "You're telling me there were ten people in here? What form was she again?" he paced along the row of rubber covered forms before picking one at random and, being very careful, cutting into the mask.
Alexia's eyes are stabbed by the brightness, overwhelming and piercing. Her world had been focused down to the point between her leg for... days, weeks, years, she wasn't sure, but now, it seems, rescue was here.
Blinking and looking up at the light, the bunny girl tries to squeak something out as the water runs out of the mask, giving her the now unfamiliar sensation of cold against her fuzzy face as she squeaks and tries to move about.
Not a word comes from the her, however, the rubber in her throat now not just a tube but having melded with her flesh, sealing her vocal cords away.
"Not her but..." Paul says, working his knife carefully down, cutting the rubber from her lips and around her neck, the thick hood hitting the ground with a splat in the puddle of the water that had been around her head, "Here now, you're safe." he adds, not sure why, but finding himself feeling protective about the girl.
"What are you doing! That isn't my daughter, that is a test subject! You don't have clearance to do that!" a scientist starts yelling from somewhere, storming over to the pair.
Test subject? That makes Alexia frown and make a few attempts to speak to the scientist as he storms over, at which point she discovers just how useless any attempt to talk can be, the rubber having melded with her flesh. After a few failed tries just to speak and thank her rescuer, all she can do is just nod slightly and try to squirm to free herself.
"Bullshit!" the soldier snarls back to the white-coat, and the rubber covered girl would notice, now that her eyes have cleared a little, that he has the wolf-muzzle to go with the growl, "Find your damn kid, we are out of here in twenty."
The scientist seemed unhappy but turns to the other nine figures, still completely wrapped, "Load them into the truck, don't try and free them, it might be harmful..." he seems very insistent that people not treat them as human.
"I can't... I can't help the others, but I have you free, come on..." Paul says, a bit of growl in his voice but not aimed at Alexia, "Not sure about the rest of this... stuff, but I can cut you loose and get you back to the outpost in the troop truck." and he sets about cutting the strands holding her in place, not that Alexia can feel anything below her neck, well, apart from 'that' place.
With another nod, she tries to stay still, not that it's hard with most of her body numbed by the strands wrapped around herself, but she does look over at the other captives, blinking and trying to count just how many there are or what mutations they might have.
"Get her arms, help me with her." Paul says, voice full of command and several soldiers snap to, helping pick the well covered bunny up and carry her out of the warehouse. Briefly, she could see the scientists clamoring and collecting things, even as several of the soldiers are placing charges around the building. "Don't worry, I wont let them have you." Paul says, more softness in his tone than his soldiers had ever heard before from him as he supports Alexia's head and neck, running his paw-hand through her hair.
She trembles slightly as she's carried, the softness enough to leave her blinking back tears of relief at being rescued, though all she can do to try and show it is to try and move her head a little more and nose gently at his paw as the soldiers keep a firm grip on her to carry her along, not that she can feel anything.
The drive back is shorter than Alexia would think it should be and sure enough, it's just an outpost that they arrive at, "Here we are, I have a friend in one of the labs. He?s a white-coat, but he is sane about it at least, he might be able to do something for your... well, to help you move." Paul says, getting a pair of soldiers to help him carry the girl into the building, even as the others dismount from the vehicle, making their way in another direction.
Alexia nods slowly, her ears twitching as she listens to everything she can, she never thought she'd miss hearing things so much after however long it'd been since she was trapped. Carefully, she works her tongue about in her mouth, trying to feel at where the rubber has fused and if she can do anything about it.
Her mouth feels odd, slick and slippery against her tongue, almost as if it was rubber too.
"You can't com-" a voice begins but cuts off, "Holy shit, bring them in." it changes and the bunny girl gets a glimpse of a rat in spectacles and a lab coat.
"Can you do anything for her Jim?" Paul asks, helping shift her to where the rodent indicated, his paw never straying from her neck, reassuringly stroking her fur and hair.
With every stroke, the bunny tries to return the gesture by bumping her nose or even trying to lick at his paw as it's one of the few things she can feel that isn't what's between her legs. The bunny trying to nod to the rat as she's moved in a little more.
The rat begins his work, resting something over her arm, a soft pinging sound coming from it, raising in frequency until it is only a feeling in the ears of those present, "Hrmm, it seems the rubber actually ate away at her skin and... well, it attacked the nerves." he comments, "I might be able to do something, hang on." he then pulls out an odd looking device that is a black box connected to a pad covered in electrodes. Resting the device on the girl's arm, he taps on his keyboard.
Almost instantly results can be seen, the rubber flowing away, pouring off to the floor. In moments her arms is free, but still shiny black. Feeling begins to creep into the limb, slowly at first, but then more and more until she can feel everything like normal... through her new, black latex skin.
Her eyes widen and she looks down at the glossy black rubber as she can feel it like it's her own flesh, trying to slowly move her fingers and lift her arm up to rub at her face, but not before she reaches for Paul's paw to try and squeeze it gently in thanks.
Jaw dropped, Paul is broken from his amazement by her touch, his thumb rubbing a little more, "Keep... keep it up, try and do all of her if you can." he tells Jim, voice choked a little by the affectionate touch of the girl.
Continuing, the pad is placed next on her other arm, the response the same, the rubber flowing away, leaving her with a usable limb once more. Blushing a little, the rat sets the unit just above her breasts, activating it again.
Alexia rubs her throat with both hands, making an attempt to speak as she feels the device settling on her chest, looking from one person to the other before moving both hands away so as not to interfere.
Standing behind her, as the rat works, Paul wraps his arms around her shoulders, "Don't try and talk yet, let him keep doing his thing, you will be out of this soon." he murmurs, not really caring that his boots are now stained with more of the rubber.
In moments, the girl is free of the rubber and the rat is beaming with pride, right before he realizes the poor girl is completely naked now. Dashing and grabbing a spare, extra large lab coat, he drapes it over her, "How does that feel now?" he asks, apparently not having noticed she can't speak.
Nodding and opening her mouth a little to try and answer, she wraps the coat over herself to cover her naked body up, though she looks down at her glossy skin and breasts for a moment, wondering if it's just her, or are they bigger than before, having previously had a rather modest B-cup, they now look to be a more full C.
"Oh, what's that..." the rat replies, reaching up and examining her mouth, not realizing in his haste and inquisitiveness how invasive it could be considered, "Hrmm, looks like that latex has bonded well in your mouth... I don't think I can do much about that, can you breathe okay?" he asks,
looking around before grabbing a spare tablet and handing it to her, tapping a few things to bring up the text to speech and the keyboard at the same time.
The bunny nods slowly, rubbing her throat with one hand before taking a hold of the keyboard to begin typing. "Thank you for saving me, I thought I would be trapped there forever. I can breathe just fine though. Can you please tell me what's going to happen to me?" she clatters away, making up for her lack of voice with quite a lot of questions.
"That's a good question." Paul says, looking downward a bit, "We are a research outpost. Z has the brains here doing some things... well, they wouldn't go over that well at HQ." he adds, "Problem is, there are no 'free rides' here, unless you can help with something, or do something here, you will either be shipped out or told to hit the road..." he looks a little unhappy with this.
"Well I was an assistant in a university lab before all this stuff hit. So I could try and help out in the labs here or I'm also a pretty good cook. Just don't ask me to do any mechanic work or vehicle servicing, please?" she clatters away at the keyboard before setting it down and twitching her ears as she does the buttons up of her coat and reaches a hand back as if to check that her tail is still there.
"I was between research assignments." Jake pipes in, "But I could try and come up with some interface, to get information from the latex, maybe make you some kind of voice box but... I need a lab assistant." the rat says, eyes gleaming.
Paul watches his friend, he knows the rat isn't interested in the girl in THAT way, well, he is pretty sure, "Well, you could be assigned here I guess, I have room in my quarters, if you need somewhere to stay." he says and immediately blushes at the implication, "Not that, I err..." he begins to be a little unsettled, the two other soldier's expressions not changing, well trained, but it's obvious that they find their commanding officer's position humorous.
"That would be quite fine" she types, giving Paul a bit of a smile before looking back to the tablet and keyboard, then down at her hands as she watches them in the light. "I'd rather be around friendly faces than that jerk from earlier" she continues typing, looking around and making sure that the computer wouldn't say that out loud just in case.
The rat nods, "Well, you can have tomorrow off, I will have to write up paperwork on all... this." he gestures at the puddle of black sludge on the floor, "But the day after we can start working on something to let you communicate a little easier." and with that, the rodent begins shooing the soldiers and Alexia from the room.
Paul dismisses the two soldiers, not even a snigger coming from the pair as they walk off, "Sorry about all this, we must look terrible putting you to work so soon..." he says, apologizing for the whole state of affairs, "But you know how the company is, money money money."
"Well I'd rather do something than go back to wandering again, that's how I got into that mess in the first place" she replies, holding the tablet carefully as she takes a few slow steps about as if making sure she's not going to fall over.
Realizing his gaffe quickly, Paul darts over beside the girl, offering his arm, "Hey, that's right, how long were you in that... place?" he asks, making sure she doesn't fall, no matter what.
"I don't know, with that thing around my face I couldn't tell anything, whether it was a night or day or weeks" she types, leaning against him for support as she looks around, clearly lost on where she might go.
Down a corridor, the wolf leads her to a blank-looking door, "Home sweet home." he says, opening it and leading her in, "I... well, the couch is a fold out one, if you want it." he explains, gesturing, "Did you want an early night or perhaps to chat?" he says, showing her where the light switches are, the amenities.
"What I think I want right now is a cup of coffee or something hot and somewhere to sit down, thank you so much for letting me stay with you" she types, tablet in one arm as she reaches out with the other to try and give him a hug before she looks over at the couch.
There is a knock at the door and, after a bare second of pause it opens, "Sir, I brought some things, the... uh, you may want these, ma'am." a female soldier, a fox morph of some kind, says all in a rush, handing over a bundle of clothing and some extra things.
"Thank you Jennings, dismissed." Paul replies, giving a smile to the soldier as she leaves.
Alexia gratefully tries to take the bundle of clothes, setting her tablet down on the couch to look over what she has that she could change into, blushing a little more in response to the female soldier as she hurries off.
It's then that the vague feeling of unease, suppressed by her shock, starts to eat away at Alexis. A fullness, her insides, where the spiders would refill from, starting to feel more and more bloated by the second.
She gulps and puts her clothes down, rubbing at her belly idly at the odd sensations and the fullness that's getting worse by the moment, trying to get a grip on herself enough to find where she left that tablet so she can try and communicate her unease.
Noticing something is up with his new friend, Paul pads over and asks, "What's wrong, you don't look so good..." clear notes of worry in his tone, "I will get Jake..." he says, reaching for his comm unit.
Alexia nods slowly, frowning and trying to focus on what she might be able to do rather than the sensations within her as she rubs her belly with both hands idly, still in shock from everything to really think on where to go or what might be around her, and she sits down on the couch, hoping that if she isn't standing this might ease the pressure inside her.
Picking up the comm unit, a warning bleep can be heard clearly from it and looking down at the display, Paul sees the 'Lock-down' warning displayed. Growling at it he turns to Alexia just in time to catch a nose full of an odd pheromone, not 'in heat' as such, but definitely something in need, "Ugh... you okay?" he asks, less interested in calling for help, now, with this scent in his nose.
Clumsily trying to unbutton her coat, the bunny girl eventually wiggles out of it and she's left naked once more, both hands too busy rubbing her belly to reach for the tablet so she can communicate with him, but the smell might just be enough as it is as she tries to run a finger between her legs as if worried that she's going to spring a leak from feeling so bloated.
Struggling with his pants, Paul doesn't think for a moment as to what the cause of this is, just that it feels so right. As his boxers fall, they reveal his canine shaft, already at attention. It only sees the light of day for a moment however, before he is on her, pressing his hips into hers, his shaft digging down into her body.
A tightness at first, a restriction, then Alexia feels relief, the swelling of her body going down a little as she feels the usual orgasm tear through her.
Silently moaning and crying out in pleasure, the orgasmic sensation leaves the bunny panting and shivering as she feels the pressure within her easing steadily, unable to even think about where that rubber might be going at this point in time, only glad for the relief.
Pounding into the rubber bunny, Paul feels a pressure building, then an odd sort of flow, a pressure not leaving him, as a climax would, but pouring in, filling parts of him that shouldn't be filled in such a way. Bucking hard, he lifts his muzzle and howls loudly as his own body shudders and trembles, finally ending to lean forward, pressed against Alexis.
She presses back, silently puffing as she wraps her arms around him, not knowing what's just happened but feeling all the better for it as she moves against him, her body smooth, glossy and flawless.
"What... what was..." Paul manages, between gasping breathes, finally content to just lay there a few more moments. At last though, his brain sparks and he realizes the compromising position. Pulling back, reaching for her tablet and handing it over, he is just looking for his boxers when he notices his shaft, normally bright red when proud, is now a shiny, rubbery, black.
"That's what those things did to me, I think they somehow turned my womb into. Well it feels like it just keeps making that stuff and they'd pump it out of me" she types, blushing heavily as she looks down at his now shiny black shaft. "You should probably go back to the doctor or the lab, maybe they can fix it."
"No, no labs." Paul says, giving a sigh and pulling up his boxers, "It doesn't... well, hurt, in fact it feels quite nice." he says and sits down on the couch, putting his arm around Alexis, "So you keep making that stuff?" he asks, shifting his hips a little, feeling a bit odd inside.
She nods again, reaching a hand down to rub it over one of her breasts. "I don't think I can stop it, It would just keep feeling full until one of the creatures came over to drain it from me, That full feeling and well, the orgasm from being emptied like that was all I could feel for so long, with that thing around my head I couldn't tell what was happening or even move myself in the slightest."
All at once Paul sits up then dashes for a door, leaping through after he opens it. After what sounds like the wolf urinating, a loud sigh can be heard. A flush and return and Paul chuckles, "Well, it seems at least I can empty you." he comments, sitting back down and putting one arm around the bunny girl, "If nothing else, I guess I can help you with that." he concludes, without even thinking how Alexis might feel, well, until now, "Uh, not that I mean, err, I, uh..."
She looks up with a bit of a blush, one hand on the tablet and the other reaching around him to try and hold him close in turn. "I'll take any help I can get with it, I just don't want you getting into trouble for anything" she types carefully, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
At the kiss, the wolf leans in to steal another, "I wont get in trouble, they don't have jurisdiction over me. Since you were a survivor found on a mission, you can only be relieved from me by a human resources officer. Which we have none of here." he assures her, leaning in a little closer and taking another kiss, the wolf suddenly drowsy, cuddling against her.
The rubber bunny tries to put the tablet down and stand up, hoping to support the drowsy wolf and carry him over to his bed before carefully laying him down on it and deciding to huddle up next to him and enjoy the sensation of being held and touched for a while...
Half asleep, Paul reaches out and pulls Alexis against him, growling in a very pleased manner and nuzzling at her neck.
Content to just lay there, she closes her eyes and huddles against him, silently yawning and waiting to fall asleep in his arms, feeling safe once again for the first time since her capture.