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This is a story set offscreen during the episode "The Origin of Dr. Viper." Some of what happens herein did happen in the episode, but for the most part this all my invention. Also, while Dr. Zyme's first initial N is canon, my saying it stands for Newton is not.

Dr. Viper & Dr. N. Zyme are copyright 1993 Hanna-Barbera.

(adults only please) By: Kooshmeister

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"It wasn't your fault, Dr. Zyme. His own greed did him in."

Commander Feral's assurances that he was not to blame for the death of his assistant echoed in the back of Newton Zyme's mind as he drove to work. The evening prior, his once trusted assistant and colleague Elrod Purvis had betrayed him and attempted to steal both his notes for Viper Mutagen 368 as well as the mutagen itself. Following a bad tumble down a flight of stairs the jar had shattered, dousing Purvis in the chemical. He'd lived for about three seconds, then suddenly died. Although he couldn't be entirely sure, Zyme theorized that the overdose of the revitalizing formula had overloaded Purvis' system. Either way, they'd know the truth soon enough, since Purvis' body was down at the morgue awaiting autopsy.

Zyme pulled into the parking lot of Megakat Biochemical Labs in his plain brown sedan and parked in one of the parking spaces reserved for the building's researchers. He got out, briefcase in hand, and walked in the main entrance. The old guard, Abel, was at the front desk, nose buried in a comic book.

"Mornin', Doc," he said without looking up.

"How did you know it was me?" Zyme asked, pausing at the desk.

"I've been workin' here for thirty years," Abel said. "I like to think I know someone just by the sound of their walk."

Zyme allowed himself a small smile. Although old, Abel was actually sharp as a tack, when he was focused, and actually awake. Unfortunately in his old age the security guard tended to let his mind wander and get lost in his reading. Zyme didn't have the heart to fire him, though, as he was polite and made a friendly receptionist at least.

"Well, carry on," he said and continued on towards the elevators.

"Uh-huh," Abel said absently.

Speaking of old, Zyme himself was getting on in years. He was only 41 years old, but he looked closer to fifty-one. The stress of running the center of all biological research in Megakat City, coupled with the fact it was often a target for villains who wished to steal the chemicals it produced, had taken its toll on him. He was thin with a potbelly and unusually wide hips for a male, with deep lines around his mouth and under his eyes. He pressed the call button for the elevator and ran his fingers through his thinning, cow-licked reddish-brown hair, and frowned sourly as he pulled a small clump of hair out and looked at it. I really need to take it easy, he thought. The elevator dinged and he got in, pushing the button for the fourteenth floor, where the main lab was located.

Unfortunately today was not a day he could take it easy. He was in earlier than usual, because this early was the only time Zyme could persuade Mayor Manx to come down. Although the Mayor's grants to the lab help keep it afloat- Zyme had used the grant money both to fund the Viper Mutagen project and to pay for the expensive laser cannons that surrounded the building - Zyme had to confess he did not really like Manx much. Regardless, he would be here soon along with Deputy Mayor Briggs, and so he had to prepare his notes for the presentation he was to give them.

"It wasn't your fault, Dr. Zyme." Commander Feral's words came up in the back of his mind again. Today was supposed to be a happy day for Zyme, as he was to present the results of his life's work to the Mayor, a solution for world hunger and deforestation. But the death of Purvis last night had cast a dark cloud over Zyme's mind, and even though Purvis had turned out to be a thieving, backstabbing little weasel, he still felt guilty about his death. And Feral's assurances that he wasn't to blame didn't help. After all, if he hadn't kicked his briefcase at him he wouldn't have fallen down the stairs!

Getting off on the fourteenth floor, Zyme went straight into the main lab. He didn't need to turn the lights on; the giant windows provided more than enough sunlight. Going over to his desk he dropped the clump of hair into the wastebasket and turned on his computer. The rose they'd experimented on the previous day sat in an Erlenmeyer flask of water on the desk.

He sighed wistfully. He was gay, not openly so, but his work kept him from pursuing any relationships. Purvis had been the closest thing to a relationship Zyme had ever had since getting out of college years ago, and, while never particularly talented or intelligent, Purvis made a fine assistant, and provided lots of eye candy. Although he insisted upon stooping over and standing with his knees bent, when Elrod Purvis stood erect, as far as Zyme was concerned, he was truly a sight to behold. More than anything, Zyme would regret never being able to tell Purvis his feelings, and never consummate all of the sexual tension that had existed between the two; although Purvis never came right out and said it, Zyme's usually reliable gaydar led him to believe Purvis was also a homosexual, or at least bisexual, and his body language and behavior towards Zyme during the years they'd worked together only reinforced this belief.

Just thinking about Elrod Purvis made Zyme's body react in the natural way, and, looking down, he was shocked to discover the front of his trousers tenting with an obvious erection! Holy Kats! he thought. He couldn't very well see the Mayor with a stiffy, could he? He looked at the clock. About an hour or two until Manx was scheduled to arrive, give or take. More than enough time to relieve himself. He smiled, feeling a little better at the prospect of masturbating. Setting the briefcase down beside the desk, he undid the buttons of his lab coat so it hung loose. Taking his time, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, standing in just his boxer shorts. Then he sat down in his high-backed chair and fished his erection out of the fly of his boxers, and wrapped his fingers around it, and went to town.

He thought of Purvis. Purvis nude, Purvis holding him, kissing him, and him returning the favor. He thought of virile Commander Feral, who despite his attitude was actually quite handsome. He kept glancing at the clock as he pumped, and, taking note of the time, hurried to finish. He orgasmed to the mental image of Purvis bending him over his desk right here, right now, and fucking him, shooting cum into the air. He angled his cock away from himself, not wanting to get any on his lab coat, and in doing so caused it to splatter instead on the desktop! Fuck! He panted, licking his lips, and sat there for a moment. Then, composing himself, he eased his spent and semi-hard dick back into his boxers and got up, pulled his pants back on and re-buttoned his lab coat. Then he went to get the 409 and the paper towels.

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At that very moment downstairs, Abel the guard thought he heard a noise. But by the time he looked up from his comic book, the lobby was empty. Had someone come in? Setting the comic down he rose, his hand going to the pistol holstered on his hip. "Anybody there?" he called. There was no answer. Whoever it was, they'd apparently already gotten on the elevator or used the stairs. And if it was anybody it was the Mayor, who Abel knew was supposed to swing by at some point this morning. The old guard relaxed and sat back down, and went back to his reading. "These comics must be gettin' to me," he said aloud to himself.

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Back upstairs in the main lab, Zyme finished wiping up the cum from his desk and threw the paper towels in the garbage. He sighed and then got his briefcase, opened it, and took out his notes, which were stained by the Viper Mutagen when it had spilled. He frowned as he began arranging them on his desk. He felt a little better, but the stains only reminded him of Purvis' unfortunate fate. "Poor Purvis," he said. "Helping catkind just wasn't enough for him."

He noticed some small movement out of the corner of his eye. The rose? He turned and looked at it. "Huh?" he said.

It couldn't have moved. But as he watched, it twitched again. Suddenly the petals parted, revealing a tiny, fanged mouth with a long, thin forked purple tongue that licked at the air. Zyme recoiled in sudden shock, and the tongue stretched towards him, as if to lick him, but couldn't quite reach. Realization dawned on him. "Oh, no," he whispered, "it's mutated! That means the formula is worthless. Oh, and to think Purvis perished for nothing." All those years of hard work down the drain! All because of a little flaw. No, Zyme thought, he could fix this. He would deconstruct the formula and find the mistake. He owed Purvis that much. In the meantime, however, this drastic setback meant that his meeting with the Mayor definitely couldn't go ahead as planned.

"I'd better tell the Mayor not to come," he said, picking up the phone. He hoped he could catch Manx before he left for the lab, as he wasn't eager to explain things to him face-to-face.

"You won't be telling Manx anything, Zyme!"

Zyme had been in the process of reaching for the buttons on the phone, where he had the Mayor's office on speed dial, when that voice suddenly caught his ear. He froze and his blood froze in his veins.

"Wh-who's there?" he demanded. For a split second, he thought, absurdly, that the voice had come from inside the phone, and continued holding it to his ear even as he looked around the room trying to find the source of the voice. He could see no one. There was a part of the lab where the sunlight streaming in from the windows did not reach, and was currently hidden in shadow. Zyme could make out the indistinct shapes of bookshelves and tables, as well as a figure standing just outside where the light stopped.

He squinted. "Is that....is that you, Purvis?" The voice had sounded like Purvis', only somehow not the same. Raspy, gravelly, and hissing. It looked like Purvis. Sort of. There was something different about him, though, but Zyme couldn't quite put his finger on it. He got his answer, though, when the figure stepped into the light fully, and everything about science that Newton Zyme held sacred died as he beheld the rose's transformation times ten! Here was some kind of creature with green fur, a long, thin snakelike body with short legs and alternating light green and dark green stripes, like a coral snake. It was wearing a loose-fitting lab coat that was about three sizes too large for it, and nothing else. Its eyes were without pupils and they shone a bright, unearthly yellow. The face resembled that of Purvis, only exaggerated, like a cartoon.

"Jussst call me Viper," the strange creature said, "Dr. Viper." He laughed. It was a cruel, evil laugh that made Zyme break out in a cold sweat.

He let go of the phone and it dropped to the floor, dangling by the cord. He simply stood there for a moment, frozen in shock at the sight of his assistant, and secret crush, not only back from the dead but mutated into a monster. Finally, he snapped back to reality, gasping in horror. He backed away as "Dr. Viper" walked towards him, then turned and bolted for the door, screaming, "Help!" He made it about two feet before something caught him about the middle and wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides. He was lifted off his feet and gasped loudly as the air was literally forced from his lungs, legs kicking helplessly.

Dr. Viper, formerly the late Elrod Purvis, smirked, clasping his green, clawed hands together joyfully as he reeled in his "catch," holding Zyme in front of himself with his long prehensile tail as the other scientist continued to struggle. He was enjoying seeing Zyme struggle. Unknown to his former employer, Purvis had, for years, been secretly jealous of Zyme's genius. Purvis himself had never been more than a second-rate scientist at best, his theories and experiments mundane and his methods sloppy. He'd actually gone through several different jobs at various other labs before Zyme hired him to be his assistant, and although Zyme had a secret crush on him, the feeling was far from mutual. Purvis hated Zyme for his brilliance while he himself would never be nothing more than an assistant.

But all that had changed now. Now, his mind worked differently. Now, he was able to understand and comprehend all of the heretofore useless and mind-boggling information his memory had accumulated over the years, the theories and equations that until now only Zyme alone understood. But he was not Zyme's equal, not at all. Maybe it was just his ego running away with him, but somehow Viper knew deep down that he was now smarter than his former boss.

Ironically, it was all due to Purvis' own stupidity. Viper had to admit that trying to steal the Viper Mutagen was a dumb thing to do. How he possibly have gotten away with it? Zyme would've known who'd taken it, whether he caught him in the act or not, and then Purvis would've had the Enforcers on him before he could even blink. Nevertheless, this one stupid decision had changed the course of his entire life. Or unlife. Viper was certain that the mutagen getting on him had killed him, but then it had revived him later on at the morgue. He'd learned of his new appearance right away when an attendant had come in and screamed at the mere sight of him. He'd been naked, too, and had reflexively stolen a spare lab coat and escaped, leaving the attendant in shock. He'd gone immediately to the sewers. Why, he did not know. For some reason it seemed like he had started to prefer dark, dank places.

He gave Zyme another squeeze with his coils, making him wince and struggle more, grinning and unclasping his hands. "I'd like to do a little....experimenting in the biology lab," he said, and cackled that thin, raspy cackle of his. Zyme stopped struggling for a moment and turned to look at him, but then quickly looked away and resumed struggling. A third crushing squeeze put a stop to that. Zyme could barely breathe now. Any more and his ribcage would almost certainly be crushed. "That'sss better," he said.

Speaking of crushes, although Zyme only suspected it, Purvis had actually been aware of the older scientist's hopeless crush on him for years. Zyme had tried to hide it, and, for the most part, done a good job, but to Purvis it had been obvious. Although, as Purvis, he had been lacking in areas of scientific expertise, he was not dense at all when it came to practical matters. After all, that was why he saw science as merely a means to an end to make money. Purvis himself had been - and still was - bisexual, and although he did consider Zyme kind of cute for an older guy, his dislike of him had kept him from trying to pursue a relationship with him. However he had been smart enough to send off enough signals in order to use the resulting sexual tension to have his own way.

And now, he was going to have his own way. With Zyme. Slowly, he lowered his captive down until his feet touched the floor, and loosened his coils enough so that he could breathe. "Now," he said, "when I releassse you, you aren't going to try to run away again. If you do, when I next catch you, I will kill you!" Zyme flinched visibly, eyes wide, unable to even turn and look at him. Viper continued, "Do you underssstand?"

Although terrified, Zyme knew better than to hesitate. He tried to say yes, but could only manage a small croak of fear, so he nodded hurriedly. Viper smiled and slowly his coils unravelled from around Zyme and his tail returned behind him. Zyme stood there, shaking, and slowly turned, swallowing, trying to gather his courage. He could handle this. He knew that. He was a scientist, after all. If he could only overcome his fear, he could handle this.

"P-Purvis," he said, "I thought you were dead, how did you--?" he stammered. Zyme knew how, but for some reason it was all he could of to say at the moment.

"The Viper Mutagen, obviousssly," Viper replied, grabbing Zyme by the arm and steering him back over to his desk, pointing at the mutated flower. "You sssee? Why do you asssk questions to which you already know the answersss? Have you sssuddenly gone dumb even as I have become ssssmarter?"

"I just, uh," Zyme coughed and cleared his throat, standing up a bit straighter, a bit of his normal confidence returning. "Remarkable," he said.

"Indeed," said Viper, then crooked a finger and touched the bottom of Zyme's chin, tilting his head back a bit. "Ssstrip," he said.

Zyme's eyes widened. What did he just say? He couldn't have just said strip. "What did you say?" he asked.

Viper's hand grabbed Zyme's face and chin, squeezing his cheeks together, claws digging into the flesh but not drawing any blood. "I said ssstrip!" he snarled. "As in, take your clothesss off. Don't make me repeat myssself again." He then released Zyme and shoved him back, causing him to stumble and fall backwards into his chair, which rolled back a bit on the wheels. Viper then turned and reached out towards the mutant rose, allowing its snakelike tongue to caress his hand. He cooed softly to it, then turned and looked down at the desk and sniffed. He laughed. "I sssmell cum," he said. "You cleaned it up recently, too. Have morning wood, did you, Newton?"

Zyme blinked. In all their years of working together, Purvis had never called him by his first name. He nodded, sitting up straighter in the chair. Viper then turned away from the desk and stepped towards him. "Well?" he barked. "What are you waiting for? Sssleazy music?" Zyme nodded and slowly got up out of the chair, and with shaking hands began to slowly unbutton his lab coat. He went slowly, both because his trembling hands made it difficult to undo the buttons, and because he figured Viper would want him to do it slowly. He was right. "That'sss it," Viper said, "sssslowly." He was going to enjoy this. All those years of chafing under Zyme's employ, and being jealous of him, were going to be avenged. Not surprisingly, he felt his body reacting to both the sight of another male cat undressing, as well as the delicious thought of the rape to come, and, nodding for Zyme to continue, looked down. He wanted to see what his new form would look like when aroused.

He had already taken note of his lack of external genitals. That was in fact one of the very first things he'd noticed about his new self. As he watched however, a genital slit, normally invisible to the naked eye, slowly parted, and the dark purple head of a penis began to emerge. Tentatively, he reached down and touched it, and gasped, finding it to be very sensitive, more-so than his old one had been. Grinning widely he looked back up at Zyme, who had finally finished unbuttoning the lab coat and took it off, letting it drop to the floor. He then removed the shirt he'd been underneath that, exposing his thin, birdlike chest and potbelly to Viper. Viper couldn't think of why, but Zyme's unattractiveness in the conventional sense only made what he was about to do all the more appealing, and his cock slid out a little bit more. "Ohh," he said, and his fingers began rubbing the area around the slit, further stimulating himself, causing the cock to slide out fully. He'd been afraid it would look reptilian, but luckily it still more or less resembled his old penis, only twice as big. Thick and long. He gripped it as Zyme undid his belt, taking off his pants and, finally, his underwear. The older cat now stood nude in front of the younger, mutated one, and, to Viper's amusement, he was hard.

"Do I turn you on, Doctor?" he asked.

Now that he had overcome his initial shock of Purvis' radically altered appearance, Zyme was looking at Dr. Viper in a different way. He was far from hideous. His slinky, serpentine body seemed to embody a kind of natural reptilian beauty. This coupled with the fact he still resembled Purvis in the face at least, allowed Zyme to actually find this creature attractive, and become aroused at the idea of sex with him. He watched as Viper took off his own lab coat and tossed it aside. His tail then slithered towards Zyme, and he backed away, but Viper was far quicker, and the tail, with surprising gentleness, whipped around his bare waist and drew him over to Viper, their nude bodies meeting. Zyme's breath was coming quick and shallow, his chest heaving. Despite his attraction to Purvis' new form he had grave doubts about this whole thing, that it was going to be pleasant for Viper and Viper along, and his suspicions were confirmed with Viper suddenly roughly grabbed a handful of Zyme's hair and jerked his head back sharply, making him cry out in pain.

"I've waited yearsss for this," he said, chuckling darkly, and then it began. He bent forwards and kissed Zyme on the mouth. It was not a loving kiss. Nothing at all like Zyme had fantasized about. This kiss was hateful and disgusting. Their lips parted and Viper licked his lips, eyeing Zyme, and then his long forked tongue slid out and licked at Zyme's cheek, leaving a thin trail of saliva. Absently, Zyme looked over at the clock and noticed it would be another half-hour before the Mayor's visit, and never in his life had Zyme wished more for Mayor Manx to show up. What Manx could possibly do against Dr. Viper was beyond Zyme, but he simply wanted someone, anyone to come and save him from what Viper was about to do to him.

Looking back at Viper, Zyme whimpered, "Please, Purvis, don't do this!"

"My name isss Dr. Viper," Viper hissed, and then his tongue slid into Zyme's open mouth, making him cringe and squirm as he was forcibly French-kissed. After a few moments of this torture the tongue receded, leaving strings of Viper's drool connected to Zyme's lips and tongue. These broke as they pulled apart farther. Viper sighed contentedly, then slapped Zyme across the face, hard, leaving him momentarily dazed, and forced him to his knees. His thick cock bobbed right in front of Zyme's face, and without even waiting he grabbed the sides of his head and humped his hips forwards, his cock entering Zyme's mouth, forcing itself past his trembling lips. Zyme, still dazed from the slap, barely seemed to understand what was going on. Only when his senses returned to him and found Viper's crotch filling his vision did he know what was happening, and he cried out muffledly.

"Oh, yesss," Viper groaned, closing his eyes, keeping his tight grip on Zyme's head and thrusting his slim hips, pistoning his thick cock in and out of his unwilling captive's mouth.

It was around this time that Zyme noticed Viper's smell. He stank. He stank of the sewers, and of death, and his cock tasted horrible. He gagged on it, and in response Viper only fucked his mouth harder, forcing him to deep-throat him. Zyme's eyes bulged and he gagged more, just about choking on the dick and doing everything he could to suppress the urge to vomit. Then, all of a sudden, Viper pulled out. He pulled back until the saliva-slicked cockhead bobbed right before Zyme's lips, which he tightly shut, hoping to prevent another oral intrusion. Viper, looking down at him, chuckled at this and suddenly swung his hips so that the cock lightly slapped Zyme across the face a couple of times. It didn't hurt, but it sure as hell as humiliating. And that made Zyme's own cock all the harder. Why was he being turned on by this? Why was he enjoying being used and humiliated by his former assistant in the nastiest way?

Viper stepped back, lifting Zyme to his feet, and then spun him around so that his back as to his desk. With inhuman strength, Viper grabbed Zyme about the butt and lifted him up, forcing him to wrap his legs around his middle. Zyme could feel the head of Viper's cock rubbing right up against his tail hole, and he knew then what was to come next. "No!" he cried, whimpering. Viper grabbed both of his arms and held them, forcing Zyme back against the desk. "Please!"

Viper ignored his pleas and hunched himself forwards, then gave a sudden, sharp thrust of his hips, and buried his cock in Zyme. Although the saliva that coated the cock helped a bit, the intrusion was still painful and Zyme actually screamed, his cry echoing throughout the sterile lab. Viper silenced him with a kiss, this one, oddly, more gentle than before. Zyme continued to scream into Viper's mouth as the mutant cat-snake began to mercilessly fuck him, but, soon, his screams tapered off as he got used to the thick shaft forcing his anus wide. Noting this, Viper pulled away and smirked at him. He then proceeded to fuck Zyme for the next hour-and-a-half. He fucked him hard. He fucked him gently. He fucked him fast, and he fucked him slow. He made Zyme his, violating him and making him suffering the degradation of rape. Zyme, for his part, closed his eyes tightly and tried very hard to imagine it was the old Purvis currently having sex with him. It was difficult to do, and not helping matters much was the mutated rose, whose forked tongue kept licking the back of Zyme's neck as Viper bent him backwards over the desk.

"Unh, unh, oh yessss," Viper said, grunting with each powerful thrust. "Oh, Zyme, you're ssssuch a great fuck!"

He suddenly tensed up, and then let out a loud, raspy cry of pleasure as he hit his climax and came in his victim's ass. When he was done, he pulled out of Zyme with a lewd slurping sound and set Zyme down again. Zyme wobbled unsteadily, his ass hurting. He wouldn't be able to walk straight for days. Viper's clawed hand clamped down on his shoulder, steadying him, then then suddenly Viper swooped down on his knees and took Zyme's cock in his mouth. He put that forked tongue of his to good use. Zyme, close to climax himself despite his pain and fear, gave in and started humping Viper's mouth hesitantly. It was long before he, too, came, spilling his seed into Viper's eager mouth. Viper made sure he got every last drop, then stood up, swallowing noisily.

He patted Zyme on the cheek, making him flinch. He laughed, then walked over to where his lab coat had landed when he threw it, leaving Zyme standing there, leaning against the desk to steady himself, fighting back tears of shame. As he picked up his coat and put it back on, Viper's cock receded back into the genital slit and the slit seemed to vanish from sight as though it had never existed. Turning back to Zyme, he said, "Get dresssed."

Panting, Zyme looked over at him, gulped, then nodded. Walking over to where he clothes were, he hurriedly put them back on, nervously composing himself and straightening out his lab coat, trying to make himself look like he didn't just get raped by a mutant snake. He sniffled a bit, then figured he looked presentable enough, although he felt dirty. He stank of sex, and he could feel Viper's cum beginning to leak out of his abused tail hole. Briefly, he entertained the idea of running away, but then he remembered Viper said he would kill him if he tried to escape again, and after what Viper had just done to him, he had no doubts that he meant what he said. Besides, it was hopeless. That tail of his would grab him in an instant. He was Viper went to a utility closet and came back a length of segmented, thin metal tubing, a spare power cord for the lab's chemical synthesizer. Zyme backpedaled as Viper advanced on him holding this, and once again fell backwards right into his chair. Viper smirked, as this was exactly what he wanted. Working quickly, he used the power cord to tie Zyme tightly to the chair.

"Now then," he said, stepping back as Zyme experimentally wiggled, testing the bonds, "I think we should prepare for the arrival of Mayor Manx, don't you?"

Zyme looked up at him. "Wh-what are you talking about? Why are you so interested in the Mayor?"

"Becaussse," Viper said, going around behind the chair and gripping it suddenly by the back, jolting Zyme, "I have plansss for the people of thisss city, and who better to start with than the Mayor himssself?" He pushed the chair, wheeling it out of the main lab and down the hall to the elevator. The biology lab was three floors down. Pushing the call button, Viper said, "You can relax, now, Zyme, I'm not going to kill you, not as long as you cooperate. I'm going to do to you what I'm going to do to the Mayor and Briggsss when they get here!" The elevator doors dinged and opened and Viper wheeled Zyme inside, Zyme's mind racing. The only thing he could think of was that Viper meant he intended to mutate them all.

Viper seemed to read his mind. Pressing the button for the eleventh floor, he said "And if you're thinking that I'm going to mutate the three of you, you're absssolutely right! That'sss why we're going to the biology lab! To get the ingredientsss.....for a new batch of Viper Mutagen 368!" Still standing behind the chair, Viper's arms slid around and his hands clamped down on Zyme's shoulders, making him yelp, but then their grip loosened and they began to massage his shoulders. Zyme looked up and found Viper peering over the top of the chair at him, smirking.

Viper wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't kill Zyme. He'd vented several years' worth of repressed rage against his ex-boss already, and knew that even though he himself was now smarter than Zyme, Zyme was still brilliant compared to other cats, and therefore his was not a mind to be wasted. Besides, he had to admit dominating him like he did was fun. And he was looking forward to doing it again in the very new future, after he'd used the Viper Mutagen to turn him, Manx and Briggs into cat-snake creatures like himself. "Relax," he cooed, continuing to rub Zyme's shoulders, "it'll all be over ssssoon. And then, you can be my assissstant!"

He cackled evilly as the elevator doors slammed shut. Zyme whimpered.

To Be Continued.....