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Two Weeks : Chapter Seven

A Familiar Scent

Mark slept peacefully on a mattress set upon the padded floor, his breath slow, steady, and shallow. After he had agreed to go along with the doctor's odd experiment the previous day, he had been moved more permanently into this room, the large stable-like chamber, where his swollen-bellied ordeal began. The track lighting on all four walls had long since been deactivated to allow the boy a good and restful night. For the moment he was alone; the mother of the four ostrich sized wyvern eggs in his belly, Marra, had wandered off a few hours previous to forage for a meal outside.

The small door back to the room with his belongings had been sealed off for the time being, though he had little use for anything in there anymore in his current state. The large, double-doored entryway that led out into the garden was wide open, its panels slid down, and completely out of sight. Gentle sunlight poured in from outside, and touched the soft ground just halfway into the room.

With a gentle, near inaudible hiss, the service door on the wall opposite slid open, and Dr. Mertezi stepped through, perfectly silent in footing, humming a waltz in time with his steps. As any other day he was dressed in his usual casual attire. Today he wore in a pair of tan slacks, cinched in place with a leather belt, a black collared shirt, and his favorite loose white lab coat; all of them clean and crisp. His headfur and tall ears were groomed as neat as ever, and a smile adorned his face. A travel mug of steaming English breakfast tea was clasped in one paw, half empty already. His large, black leather satchel full of supplies was slung over the opposite shoulder, heavy with supplies.

The older rabbit moved across the room, a little bounce in his step, then knelt just beside Mark's head and gave him a gentle petting, his bag settled on the ground at his side.

The boy was hardly recognizable as himself anymore, or even vulpine for that matter. His muzzle had gone entirely bald, and fresh, shiny scales had begun to form about his lips and jawline that were the same chocolaty black tone as his skin. Much of his face had lost its fur, and scale had taken residence in its place. The entirety of his muzzle, under his chin, the fur that ran between his eyes, the shag of fluff between his ears, all had fallen out over the course of the last couple days. His nose had lost it's distinct black-button canid appearance, changed to a ridge and a simple pair of nostrils. That trend of balding continued down his chest, over his gravid, visibly lumpy belly, and down over his crotch.

His sheath had receded most of the way into his body, just the tip still even recognizable as a loose bunch of skin, stretched taught by his partly hard, black-latex-coated shaft, its chiseled tip just barely visible. Two mounds nestled behind it served as a reminder to the increase in volume that had occurred to his testes. All the loose skin of his sac was entirely gone, now smoothed over and coated over in fresh, soft scale. His inner thighs down to the knees had similar new scale, as well as his buttocks. His swollen tailbase had overtaken much of the fleshy part of his rear, and had shifted his anus out and forward, nearer to the front of his body than the back. A tapering had formed in the length of his tail, barren of fur right up to the final quarter, a white tear-shaped ball of fluff the only thing that remained steadfast.

Dr. Mertezi slipped a paw into his satchel and pulled out an IV bag of half full of white fluid, diluted cum collected from Smith not long ago mixed with a concentration of nutrients. With a bit of mischief on his face he popped the stopper and hovered it under Mark's nose, and the reaction was immediate. Before he even woke up, the fox leaned forward and bumped the cap with his nose. His long tongue flicked out and licked up over the spot, the muscle thinner than before, the tip sharper, then his eyes fluttered open, and they too had changed drastically. His iris had shifted in hue from its former blue, to a gold and copper flecked brown, and the whites had all but disappeared.

Without so much as a word he scooped the bag into his paws, wrapped his lips around the teat, and squeezed it into his maw greedily, and in all of a few seconds he had gulped down every last drop, to the point that the bag was sucked perfectly flat, only then did he let out a satisfied groan and stretch out from his half-curled position. The dull, but constant ache that woke him a couple times during the night faded away rapidly as the tasty fluid took effect. A pleasant tingle spread through his body, and once it hit his head it struck him like a cup of coffee.

"Good morning,little one. It's time to get up and on with the day." The doctor set his drink out of the way and took out various diagnostic tools to check Mark's health. "How are you feeling?"

"Ahhm ogay," he cleared his throat in an attempt to clear up his speech, but it did nothing for him, "ids a liddle haad do dak." The fox stretched his legs out and sat up with a little grunt, and as he did various joints all over his body popped and creaked in protest.

"I see. Unavoidable I'm afraid, though," he held a small device to the fox's neck which gave him a simple view of what was inside. "Seems your vocal chords are changing, you may lose your ability to speak entirely after a little while." Mark's eyes went wide with concern at that, "I'll work out a way for you to communicate, so don't worry too much about that, "his soft, white paw settled upon the fox's mound of a belly and gave it a soft petting, which sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, "you have much more important matters to attend." The eggs within him wiggled about a bit, and the vulp's stomach rumbled in demand of food.

"Alright. Ally opp!" He clasped the boy by the hand and helped him to his feet, "let's get you fed, I'm certain you could use some more food, and I have a little surprise for you."

Mark was a little shaky, but after a little rebalancing, and some assistance from Dr. Mertezi, he found his center of balance. His body was shifted forward notably, and his long tail stretched out behind him as a counterweight. Once ready, the pair set off out into the sunshine and spoke as the doctor led them out along another path in The Garden.

"Now, I'm certain you remember your run in with Smith?" Mark touched his bitten shoulder, the marks of the wyvern's teeth still visible, but healed over, just scars left behind.

"Ow gud I frrged?" The fox caught a little whiff of something on the wind that made his mouth water, but before he could identify it, his focus was drawn back to the conversation.

"Well, Marra gave him quite the bite for that one, pumped a fair amount of venom into him to boot." He got a little satisfaction about hearing that. "He is okay, and ah... shall we say any threat from him is neutralized." This got him a puzzled expression. "You'll see what I mean in a minute, we're nearly there."

Mark wondered what he meant by that, but that delicious smell met his nose once again. He could not help but take in a long, deep whiff. That was wyvern cum, he knew it, there's no mistake. His attention perked as he sniffed at the wind instinctively, face toward the source. It was dead ahead, past a hill that was about twice as tall as himself. With eager speed he picked up his pace, and went so far as to let go of Mertezi's arm in his hurry to the top. What he saw when he got there stopped him dead in his tracks.

Down below, just past the bottom of the mound, sat a large blue plant, a sort he had never seen before. It had huge, fan-like leaves, longer than his torso and at least as wide ,that sprouted all along a thick central stalk that sprouted from the ground. Dozens of orange vines grew from behind them, all covered in fuzz. At the end of the main trunk was a huge, purple bulb of a flower. It was not the plant itself that took him aback, but what it had captured. It was Smith. The wyvern was supported a bit off the ground, the leaves curled under his body, while the vines had coiled themselves about everything they could grasp, his limbs, tail, neck, as well as his body. The bulbous flower at the end was wrapped over his face, right past the eyes.

Just how well he could see the scene dawned on him after a few seconds. He was on the verve of the need for glasses before all this began, but now he could see everything with crystal clarity. He surveyed the area around him rather quickly, curiosity about this place piquing his interest as the distant thought of escape crossed his mind again for a moment. To what he presumed to be north, by the position of the sun, was a sheer cliff face. Striations of yellow, brown, and white, speckled all over by tiny points of light, crystals of some form.

To the east, off in the distance, was a shallow valley. The lake with those strange tendrils lay just before it, and drained out into the distance, where it disappeared into a forest of tall evergreens. Even from here he could make out they were redwoods, he could even see the various needles and stems rather well. In the other direction was back to the room, with more tall hills beyond, the doorway they walked through was set into the side of the nearest. That just left Smith to the south, along with a myriad of other strange flora in large square patches, each bordered with various colors of the rainbow.

"Tis quite the site, isn't it?" Dr Mertezi set a paw on Mark's shoulder, "it's taken me ages to piece The Garden together." He gave the fox a little nudge toward the trapped wyvern.

"Ooerre arr we?" He walked carefully, his center of balance a little awkward to go down the hill.

"That... is a little difficult to explain. In a sense we're just a couple miles from your house," Mark looked more puzzled than ever at that, "in another we're indescribably far," he said with a chuckle. The fox tried to think what that could mean, but as they approached Smith that heady scent became more and more overwhelming, until he could scarcely think clearly.

"In any case," he pat Mark on the shoulder, "it's hardly a matter you need to concern yourself." They came to a stop a few paces away from the strange blue plant, quite the look of concern and curiosity on the vulp's face, eyes locked on the odd scene.

"Waad ess id?" The boy's attention was focused now on a familiar site. Half tucked away under one of the large petals, with a pair of tendrils coiled about it, hung Smith's shaft. It was as big as he remembered, long as his forearm, and twice as thick at its base, with a slightly fattened tip. It was kept semi-hard, and from the slightly dry look of his cockflesh, had been for some time. Every now and again the wyvern's hips twitched, and a soft, muffled trill filled his throat, a sound Mark recognized. He'd heard it many a time while mounted by the beast. A constant trickle of thick, clear fluids dripped from the creature's exposed tip, and landed on a bed of roots that grew just above the surface of the ground.

"This, my boy, is The Garden," he paused a moment to collect his thoughts, "but what you see before you is a *ahrm* giant cerina distillara mysticem, or as the locals of its origin refer to it 'a milking plant.'" He knelt down and pointed to various things as he explained them, the doctor clearly proud of it all. "The bulb around our good friend's face here is filled with a very interesting sort of pollen that causes hallucinations in anyone that breaths enough of it in. That is coupled with a rather invasive vine that trickles another chemical into the mouth of whatever it has happened to trap." Mark's attention to Dr. Mertezi's explanation was divided more and more by that enticing smell of wyvern cum. "It is a very potent aphrodisiac to many species, quite a bit so to wyverns in fact, as they both come from the same place.

"The purpose of all this," he followed Mark to the ground, much closer to Smith now, the fox's focus directed between the limp legs before him, "is for their fluids. They have the interesting property to be incredibly nutritious to practically anything. So it's going to be your primary diet for a while." The fox ripped his gaze away from the drooling shaft before him immediately and looked the doctor with wide, golden eyes. "Now, certainly you cannot be surprised," he chuckled, all I've been feeding you so far has been the same, and I can see that look in your eye." Victor tapped the side of his nose with a finger, "so now, you can get it straight from the tap, as it were."

Mark was stunned at all this, and it took him a little bit to even gather enough to speak. "Bu whad abboud da," he motioned at the large plant that had Smith so well bound and held in place.

"Oh, that's perfectly harmless to you. It has its meal, so it certainly won't go about you, little one. You're free to do as you will. Wyverns are fine without a large meal for about two weeks, and I'll be taking him out of there in just a few days," he smiled and looked the fox square in the eye, "a little after your eggs are laid, in fact." As if to accent those words, Mark felt a wobble from the larger of the four in his belly. They seemed more active by the day, a fact that the expectant surrogate 'mother' was not soon to forget.

"So do eat your fill, you'll need your strength, and Smith has more than enough to give." He gave the vulpine a gentle nudge in the right direction, and the boy's eyes once again locked upon the source of every meal he would have for a while to come. "Now, as much as I would love to stay and watch," the ever present smile on his face grew to a rather sizable grin, "I must excuse myself. There are matters to which I must attend in the lab. Before I go though, I must warn you. Avoid any areas sectioned off in yellow, orange and red, as the contents can be rather hazardous." The older rabbit stood once again, "just stay around here and you're fine." He paused briefly and looked to the sky, "and Marra is only a shout away, so if you need anything, do not hesitate, she should be able to help." With that, he ruffled what little fur was left on Mark's head, and made his way back.

'That old man is crazy,' Mark thought to himself as he looked back and watched the older man ascend the hill. His attention perked for a moment when he heard the doctor speak.

"I thought I asked you to defer any calls unless..." His demeanor changed quite suddenly, from annoyed to excited. "Oh! I will be there immediately, "the rabbit laughed aloud, then apologized and shared a short conversation as his tall ears disappeared behind the crest.

It was then his stomach growled in protest.

The fox peered back over his shoulder, "Ooell, dat does smmell good," he spoke aloud in broken English, then huffed in annoyance and finished the thought in his head, 'I suppose a little bit of breakfast would not be a bad thing...' With a final peek back at the hill, he decided to go for it. On all fours, he crept forward cautiously, wary of the strange blue petals, even more so of the vines that held Smith suspended over wet, soft, sticky soil.

As he drew nearer, the scent pulled him in. Even then, a thick bead of fluid welled in the small cup at the creature's half-hard shaft tip. There was a soft flex in the heavy form over his head, along with a soft grunt. With his eyes securely locked on one thing, Mark saw a small surge down the length of Smith's shaft, followed by a small jet of musky fluid. By reflex, his paw shot forth and snatched it in midair. A little gasp of delighted surprise, and a quick motion had that little sample at his muzzle immediately. He drew in a long, deep breath through both nose and maw, but everything after the very first moment was a struggle not to moan. So lost in the moment that he licked his digits spotless without even noticing now much his tongue had altered, now much lither and longer.

The changed fox settled in closer and took a seat under his former assailant. The petals had formed a partly interlocking zipper, but left one spot just around Smith's slit entirely exposed, to only the tendrils' attentions. Mark could not help but look back and forth at himself and what he could see of the creature above him. Already he saw how much more alike they seemed to be. A paw stroked down over his bare chest, to his swollen belly, and beyond to a shaft that he could feel had quite clearly changed, but he had not a chance to look before he was marched out here upon awakening.

Long since had his shaft lost its canid form, but only now did he have a good, frame of reference. With Smith so calm, he had all the time in the world to reach forth with his sticky paw, and take a gentle hold of the wyvern's shaft, just behind the chiseled tip, around the bulk of a smooth-skinned rod of mixed deep reds and pinks. His other paw wrapped around his own length and, with a moment of shivering shared between the pair, his exploration continued onward. He found that as he caressed past certain points he found along the flesh that not only did it cause little spikes of pleasure, but all along the upper third of his shaft flexed and coiled after every touch.

The tight rubber enclosure around Mark's length creaked very slightly after a few jerky thrusts and sent little vibrations through his length. The surprise stimulation made him clamp down around both himself and the wyvern for just a moment. A deep growl vibrated the air, and made him freeze, paw claspt firmly around Smith's shaft. He was about ready to retreat, when he felt a firm flex in the flesh between his fingers. His eyes went wide as reflex once again reared its head. As quick as he could he darted forward, in time to get a goopy shot square in the muzzle, some getting just inside his smooth nose. Undeterred, he took the soft tip into his tight maw and sucked it inside. The soft tissue compressed to fit snugly, and slid right to the back of the fox's throat just in time for the next deep growl.

Already he felt a pleasant little tingle in his maw just from what little cum had absorbed into him, but when a heavy jet shot forth and flooded straight to his stomach he was hooked. A burst of energy and elation swept through his form and fixed his focus on swallowing more. His paw stroked up the taper, toward the thick base, the motion mirrored over his own. They seemed like a copy of one another for a time, until he felt his knot. It was still there, though it had filled in drastically on either end. There was still a definite swell, and he had to force his paw away from it as the sensation overwhelmed him. It had clearly grown larger and longer, though his frame of reference for everything had grown more and more skewed lately.

He was about to try stroking himself once again, but stopped himself and thought it could be put to much better use drawing forth more of that wonderful fluid. His long tongue coiled around the side of the thick shaft as he swallowed around the tip, to be rewarded with another thick shot of heat down his throat. Soon he had built into a rhythm of stroking along and around the wyvern's flesh, right down to where a pair of tendrils had corkscrewed a few times around the base and parted the single slit that made up its home. As he bobbed forward and back he spotted a small creeper vine moving around even then. The thread like growth spiraled in against the exposed flesh, and caused little tiny spasms wherever they touched every now and again.

He was lost in a daze for many hours, and though he felt his stomach full, he continued and kept gulping all that he could muster. Though his vision had been sharpened by his change, his sight soon grew blurry, and finally crosseyed, his attention soon completely enthralled and dedicated. He moved to better sit right under the dangling treat, and slurped hungrily around the tip, both paws wrapped around the prehensile shaft, and holding it steady as it twitched this way and that. Another thick burst shot into his maw and flooded out in all directions, his chest and face splattered, even more dribbled down the soft scales on his belly. He collected a fresh handful of cum, and sent his fingers back to work.

The more he drank, the more his changes took hold. What he felt as a faint cramp between his legs was in fact his body filling in and shifting. The muscles in his body were growing, firming, though at a slow pace. His shoulders and back thickened, and the muscle in his widened tail asserted themselves. The feeling of his bowel splitting, the divide to his egg pouch, made him squirm in place, but nothing would pull him away. Even as his hips filled out and the space between the base of his thick, rubber-coated shaft and his hole disappeared he kept drinking greedily.

As time progressed his fingers lengthened slowly, and a thin webbing formed between them, not of cum, but of soft, new flesh. His cum-soaked brain could not tell him something was off, just that something new felt very very good. The individual bones in his four digits lengthened slowly but surely. His index only doubled in length, but the others were twice that by the time he pulled off some hours later. In the final hour of his gorging he had been forced to change his grip, his thickened thumbs the last useful part of the altered anatomy.

With a satisfied moan the fox finally pulled away and just let himself fall back. He had only pulled away on a whim for a short breather, but even so, his eyes kept peering toward glistening shaft. All his attention had spread a layer of thick fluids all over the soft flesh, right to the base, and a constant dribble kept flowing from the tip, and dribbled over the taught skin of Mark's belly.

"Rrrrrrmmmmm..." He lay there in the wet earth, his scales coated with partly dried layers of seed, what remained of his fur was caked in even more. A little, odd warbling giggle filled his throat, and when he heard himself, the giddy teen could not help but just burst out laughing, the sound of which just kept him going for a good minute.

'Alright that's enough,' was what he intended to say, but all he heard was "Awwwarrrshh." He tried saying a few more words, but found that anything he tried to say was entirely illegible. His mind did not even register any sort of panic at the loss of his ability to talk, he felt on top of the world, that everything was perfect. That did not change, even as he discovered his arms had taken on the look of wings, still in a stage of development, but it was certainly unmistakable. The webbing had filled out entirely, and minute scales barely hid an underlying network of veins that spread up his arms, and connected his wrist to his shoulder with a fold of new, tingly flesh. Even more stretched from the side of his body, out around his elbow, to his formerly "little" finger. There was still the coloration of his pawpads in place, and the black fur that ran from his elbows onward was still there, but any resemblance they may have had to normal was gone.

A new stirring in his belly made him sit up slightly, his longer, thicker neck curled to see the mound, seemingly less lumpy and more barreled than before. He noticed none of these things, just the feeling of the life contained within him. Even with how it happened, with all that he's been through, all he had already changed, he felt he had to see it to completion. He could not explain why, it wasn't that he was doing it for anyone, at this point, he felt he did this for himself.

He lay down again and thought back to school, back to before any of this happened. It was the same thing every day. Wake up. Boring breakfast. Boring classes. Annoying teachers. Terrible lunch. Samey games at home. The only real highlight of his days were gym and english, when he got to get an eyeful of that oh-so-cute white rabbit. Track team, brilliant mind, a damn cute ass... Alan's body was hot all over.

A little shiver flowed through Mark's form.

Oh, how he loved his schedule, for one, and only one reason. English right after all the activity of phys ed. He sat just behind that cute bunny, and since the desks in the class were designed more to save space than actually be useful for anything, he had a perfect view of the seat before him. Since it was his last class of the day, Alan never bothered to change out of his gym uniform after class, so he carried along his delicious, unique aroma. On several occasions the rabbit would take his shoes off, and curl his long legs under the chair, one rest upon the other.

Those wonderful digits were always covered in a pair of black toesocks, and from all the gawking, staring, and studying of those foot paws over the last few months, he knew rather well that the rabbit often wore the same pair a few days running. They had a defined scent, but it was never offensive even to one with a sensitive nose. His pencil had a tendency to fall off his desk quite often, and every single time he would take the opportunity to draw in just a little whiff of the lovely, soft, musky aroma. Oh, so many periods had he spent just watching those toes flex and bounce to some unheard beat, and all the while he had to endure considerably tight pants.

He was pulled gently from his revelry by a series of heavy thumps. The fox just to peer in their direction to see that it was Marra, here to check on him.

"Hrrrrr hhaarrr," he had meant to say 'hello Marra' but the idea got across regardless. She stepped close and squatted, to nose gently over Mark's belly. The thought that she seemed a little smaller crossed his mind, but he dismissed it mistakenly as just his imagination. He had in fact grown by a fair margin, a fact that did not escape her attention, though she had no way to convey this. Instead, the large female laid herself down just next to her little co-mother and began to lick over the scales of his chest. With each lap of her long tongue more of the musky mess was cleaned from his body, so he just sat back and enjoyed it all, soon even stroking with a teased touch of the edge of his wing, just a single finger, against the side of her head and muzzle.

As she groomed, she ignored the constant stream that dribbled onto his belly, and instead concentrated her efforts everywhere else. With his chest clean, she worked over his chin and neck. Laughter was drawn again and again as she licked up the side of his face, devoid of fur to near the back of his head. He was almost disappointed when she pulled away, but when he saw her nuzzle gently down past his swollen belly, and felt her tongue coil around his shaft, he was in heaven. The dexterous pair coiled against one another, and she deferred her decent until she was good and sure she would not get anything from his member. He whimpered when she moved onward, but the sound was cut off by a dramatic gasp. The thick tongue coiled in against, then slid right into the fox's hole.

He swore he was more sensitive than ever as she lapped around within him. his walls were slick of their own fluids, and grew increasingly wet with both saliva, and his body's natural secretions. The feeling of that powerful muscle lick in against the tight internal pucker that led to his oviduct made him squeal with pleasure, made all the more intense when she ground it against his over-sensitive, heavy, swollen testes. They were a visible mound under the soft, scaly hide, and churned with every little bolt of stimulation.

When she plunged her tongue even deeper into his form, up into the virgin duct, he nearly lost it. The fox sat bolt upright and cried out sharply. His breath came faster and faster, a quick pant. His long fingers curled tight against his arms. His toes, which seemed to have gotten to a form between his familiar foxy foot to half-way like a wicked talon, dug into the soil and hooked at several roots hidden just beneath the surface. In the throws of pleasure, his head whipped about, and after a few moments smacked squarely against Smith's heavy, drippy shaft. The impact left him stunned for a brief moment, but as soon as he recovered, he wrapped his maw around it and went for dessert.

It would be quite a while before he ate his fill, and with Marra to keep him company he planned to be at this for as long as it took to sate that wonderful hunger, for as long as it took for him to tire of that taste, and for as long as it took for him to change to his full extent.