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Day Three: The Fun Really Begins

I've attempted to make this story, and the ones following it more independant, so that you will not have to read the previous stories in the series to simply jump in. If you like one chapter, please do give the others a read. ^^ (Note: edited due to listing error)

Bondage, lab testing, voyeurism, teasing, orgasm denial, sleepy molesting, fox, rabbit, N/C, wyvern, oviposition, m/m, f/m (sort of), mpreg?

How about a disclaimer? I like a story with a wee bit of a disclaimer. This tale is intended for a mature audience with an open mind. If you don't like that... Off with you! Go on, shoo!

Still here? Wonderful! A comment and/or rating is wonderfully appreciated/craved. It was your ratings, and inquiries about the story that inspired me to put more effort into this next chapter.

Since I've not written released anything for this in a year, here's a character refresher.

Mark- The hero of our story. He stands just five foot eight at the top of his messy fur-topped head. His fur is the classic red, white and black coloration so typical of his species. Two days ago he was snatched away to this facility where he has been held since. In just over a month is his birthday and he certainly doesn't want to spend it here.

Dr. Mertezi- A thirty year old well groomed rabbit. He stands about six feet tall at the base of his ears. His is fur is black everywhere, save for a creamy white muzzle and fluffy neck fur. On his face is a pair of squared off, rimless glasses, and a constant worm smile.

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After yesterdays encounter with Dr. Mertezi, Mark went into the next room for a long, hot shower. Soon after, he was ushered back to his hole-in-the-floor room. A steaming-hot bowl of soup waited for him next to the bed. It sat on a large tray with some water and bread. It was not the best thing he had eaten, but was certainly better than the horrid slop they called food at school.

Soon after he finished he took another long look around the drab room. There really was not a thing to do to pass the time, so once he finished his meal he plopped in the bed and crawled under the covers. For what felt like hours, he tried to sleep. Questions raced though his mind. Where was he? What would happen to him? Just who did this crazy rabbit think he was? How would he get out of this place?

Finally, it was morning. Mark slept particularly poorly that night; his worries had kept him awake late. He woke early, more than a half an hour according to the bedside clock. His eyes barely parted and locked on its glowing digits; he counted off the minutes one by one as he waited for its buzzer, and the top of the hour came all too soon for his liking. As he thought it was going to go off his body tensed, his eyes clenched, and his ears folded back against his head in preparation for the irritating sound. Nearly a minute passed.

Nothing met his ears but the sound of his own shallow breath.

He twitched his ears, and then relaxed them slightly. His eyes opened just a slit as he turned his head, eyes locked on the clock just in time to see it tick to one past. "Not going off this morning?" Aside from his captor, the young fox had not spoken to a soul since he left school that fateful day. The isolation had started to take its toll on him, so he had taken to talking to himself.

"Indeed it isn't Mark." Mark nearly jumped out of his fur at the reply. It was the mad doctor. The rabbit had watched the fox for the last hour or so already, so was well aware the teen was awake. "In fact, that one won't be bothering you again." The intercom clicked off. A deep sense of dread filled Mark's gut as he sat up.

He tossed away the covers to reveal his nude form and sat up. His fur had dried completely since the night before, but was still a little messy from the lack of a brush. Mark looked first to the com-speaker, then to the chair-hatch at the center of the rooms ceiling. In a rather timid voice he called out, "w-what are you going to do to me?" His tail curled tight in his lap and quivered while he fidgeted nervously with the tip.

"Do to you?" The doctor's laugh echoed against the bare walls, "Oh, calm down m'boy. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to move you to a more suitable room. I'm sure you don't like it down there." As he spoke, the distinctive click-whirr of the chair's decent filled the air and echoed back and forth off the bare walls. "Hop in; I'm sure you remember what to do."

Mark clenched his teeth and laid his ears back once again, more than just a little nervous. He knew the crazy rabbit would just shoot him with another sedative pellet if he did not follow instructions. He bit his lip nervously and stood, then walked across the room reluctantly. He paused and looked at the chair before he sat. As before the straps automatically locked around his arms, legs, and chest then started its ascent.

Mark could see the doctor as he looked down from the room above. Today Dr. Mertezi wore black pants, a blue button-up shirt, and the same lab coat from the last time the todd has seen him. That broad smile of his was still etched across the lapin's muzzle. Although warm, it sent a chill down the todd's spine all the way to the tip of his tail, which quickly took on the look of a bottlebrush.

"I took the liberty of collecting a few belongings from your parents house to help you," he paused a moment to conceder his words, "acclimatize to your new home." Though he could hear the doctor talk, he really paid very little attention; his focus was more on his own thoughts of escape, of his parent's betrayal, and lingering embarrassment of being nude.

"Until I can be sure I can trust you, you'll unfortunately have to remain bound like this when you're not in your room, policy I'm afraid, though it really doesn't look like you mind it," he said with a grin. He looked at the tip of the fox's exposed length; it just peeked from his thick, white furred sheath.

Mark looked down and immediately set his ears back in a blush. "In fact, if I didn't know any better I'd say you look like you're enjoying yourself." The rabbit's soft black paw pet down Mark's chest, his belly, then wrapped around his sheath in a firm grope, where he began to stroke the length within. Mark squirmed in his seat and tried to remain silent as he was molested; He did not want to give him any satisfaction. He squeezed his eyes shut, but it did nothing to shut out the pleasure the doctor drew from him. In an attempt to get him to stop, the todd drew his hips away and pushed himself deeper into the chair, but the paw remained clamped around the furred protector of his maleness. In an act of betrayal his foxhood began to firm and swell after just a few strokes. The rabbit's soft paws had been well trained from years of experience, and it really did not help that he had not cum since the day before he was abducted.

The seated captive whimpered and tried once again to pull away, "stop..." His voice was choked up, though he tried to remain strong. "Now, why ever would I do that? I'm not doing this for my own benefit I'll have you know." He looked down at the fox's member with a wider smile, "Well, not entirely anyway."

The bulge in the doctor's pants was clearly visible. "In fact, I have a little something I need to test today, and you're in the perfect position to help me." A chuckle rose in the doctor's chest, while the vulpine's body sank in his seat.

The doctor continued his work, his paw caressed repeatedly over the todd's member while his other drew that soft, warm sheath back and forth firmly over that sensitive knot. Mark soon could not stifle a moan as he started to leak pre. Mertezi's paws were quite skilled; every touch was light and quick over the moist, sensitive skin. Soon he drew back the fox's sheath enough to let the knot slip free. He wrapped his paw around the bulb and squeezed at it gently, this caused its owner to moan again. Soon it too was engorged and swollen.

Mark's breath quickened as those paws worked over his length with practiced motions, but the doctor stopped abruptly and drew his paws away just as that feeling had begun to well deep in his body. His length now stood at attention against his belly, his knot hard and swollen. It pulsed in time with his hearts rapid beats and darkened to a deep red. All the while, his pre continued to dribble from the tip and pour down over his shaft to soak into the fur of his sheath.

"There, now that I have you good and hard," from the tray beside him, the doctor grabbed a pair of blue latex gloves, "the real fun can start." With a dramatic flare, he pulled them up his wrists one at a time and gave them a snap. "Now, I'm going to give you a choice. Do you want to know what I'm about to do, or would you like a surprise?" Mark scowled as he continued to pant heavily. "A surprise it is then."

Doctor Mertezi stepped out of view of the bound and pent up fox, only to return moments later with a polished steel tray that he set down neatly beside the chair. Atop it was a lone object. It was jet black, but shined in the light like latex. Only about half as thick as a finger, but was as wide as his paw.

The doc took great care as he slipped his gloved digits under the thing and scooped it up. He began to hum quietly to himself as he brought it over the fox's member. The boy let out a hiss through his teeth and tensed himself as the cold, slick substance coated over and clung to his hot foxhood. Within moments, it had formed perfectly to the surface of his skin and felt like it had begun to tighten.

"Now, let's see if this works right this time," Mertezi said as he drew his paws away and kneeled down to get a good, close view. The remaining material sunk down around Mark's canid member and stretched to engulf his knot. The pressure around his most sensitive region caused him to squirm about and tug at his bindings. His squirming redoubled when he felt a very insistent pressure at the tip of his penis. He looked down in time to see a little divot form in the black material just at his urethra; a thin tendril had begun to push down inside.

"Ack! Hey, what is it doing? Get it off!" the fox strained more at his bonds and did his best to kick at the rabbit who stared at his handy-work, but he got no response. All the while the black rubbery goo had worked its way down to engulf the shaft behind his knot and disappeared deep into his sheath all the way to his hidden base. In the meantime, the tendril that had invaded his most sacred of places had made it to his prostate. It pushed its way forward without pause, without thought and wormed its way up into his bladder.

Mark's body tensed up and yelled out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. The sudden rush through his prostate felt like an intense dry orgasm. He threw his head back harmlessly against the chair and panted. Finally, the substance had stopped its advancement. An opaque layer of black goo had coated over his entire length, and made it look like a toy facsimile. An odd tingle soon engulfed everywhere the rubber had attached itself, and within a moment the sensation if his engorged cock on his furred belly intensified. His ears flipped back against his head and he let out a gasped moan.

"H-how..." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and tried to block out the sensation, only to be ripped back to reality by the lightest of touches from the rabbit's gloved digit against his knot. The sensitivity of his member had increased ten-fold, if not more. He gasped sharply as his eyes flew open to see the lapin's gloved finger against him.

"Wonderful! It seems that this batch is working flawlessly so far." A little giddy chuckle rose in Mertezi's throat as he pulled the gloves off and tossed them aside onto the tray. "Now let's see if everything is as it should be." With that, he leaned in close so that his nose was mere inches from the fox's length, drew in a breath and emptied his lungs in a strong rush of air. Just that caused waves of pleasure that echoed through his subject's crotch.

Mark's black pride twitched against his stomach now as the rabbit brought a paw up once again. Gently he set just a single, plush-furred finger at the tip, and ran it down to the base. It glided smoothly along the surprisingly slick surface and caused a low moan to fill the room. He inspected it a moment after, just an inch from his eyes to find that it was perfectly clean, the fur not even damp. "No residue," he nodded.

As he caught his breath, he growled and again struggled against the chair, much to Mertezi's bemusement. "Hey, stop! What the heck is that stuff?" The rabbit simply smiled, "Now now, little fox. You know I cannot say. You wanted it to be a surprise, after all," Mark's face slumped, "and I'm one of my word. In fact, that should be fully in place by now."

The doctor again drew his latex-sheathed paws down to the freshly coated foxhood, and gently wrapped his fingers around both the shaft and knot. Mark let out a surprised cry, thick with the unmistakable weight of a heavy moan. The thing had caused him to feel more sensitive than he had ever been. He could not help but to clench his eyes shut as moan after loud moan was squeezed out of him. The gloves simply slid over his length, the surface slick with its own lubricant. "Wonderful!" The doctor cried happily, "It's working flawlessly."

A poorly hidden, eager smile spread across the doctor's face and his ears drew up to listen to the pleasured sounds he squeezed from the boy. They only grew louder as his paws began to circle back and forth over the black cock before him. His grip around the knot tightened now. All the while, the todd cried out in protest, even as he continued to moan with every laborious breath.

Mark soon could not help but to contort his face into a grimace of pleasure. He clenched his jaw and bared his teeth as a screaming moan filtered out through them. The fox threw his head back harmlessly against the padded rest behind him and his entire body shook from a pleasure overload. Again, his hips trust forward in a blind, desperate attempt to get release. He felt his prostate flex repeatedly as his length grew harder than ever. Oddly, there was no real pain or discomfort from it, aside from the awkward nature of the device. Instead only searing pleasure erupted from his loins.

"Ah, lovely." Even while the fox trashed and pulled at his bonds, the rabbit kept stroking. Every touch, every squeeze, every caress brought him one step closer to overload. "It seems to be working just as it should." The doc continued to stroke Mark, blind to the fox's desire for him to stop. His eyes were fixated on his vulpine prize.

Finally, a single word barked from the boy's lips. "Stop!" Again, he thrashed, "Please..." The doctor's ear perked as he finally pulled his paw off, though a single finger stayed behind. It slid down to his knot and gently pet at it just where it met his shaft; that was quite a sensitive spot for him. "Mmm, what was that?"

The fox panted heavily and looked to the doctor with a pleading expression. The doctor simply replied with a soft �hmm?' Mark continued, "It's just too much," he grunts as the little ticklish touch of the rabbit's single furred finger stroked once, then repeatedly over a particularly sensitive spot. His hips jerked forward harshly, but he could gain to more stimulation.

Dr. Mertezi interrupted him, "Well then fox, I need to know what's going on in that little foxy body of yours, and only you can tell me."

Mark sat there and clenched his jaws, trying more and more to grind up at the doctor's finger, only to find that he just pulled away with every move he made. "I nnng..." he squeeze his eyes shut tightly and drew several sharp breaths through clenched teeth.

"Out with it, fox, out with it." The doctor flicked his finger back and forth across the tip of the black-coated shaft before him.

"I... need to cum really badly." He squirmed and groaned; he either wanted the doctor to pull his paw away, or just push him over the edge. To be hold just at the brink like this was maddening. He could feel his prostate pulse deep inside his body. The pressure that had built up within it was immense, paralyzing.

"Oh, that much I know, little fox, I need to know much more than that. Tell me about everything. The level of pleasure; how your prostate is doing, that sort of thing."

Mark grunted and blushed rather heavily. It was one thing when he just sat and endured. He had tried to keep his mind elsewhere. Now he was expected not only to focus, but also to describe it all.

"It's really sensitive." The fox struggled to think of what to say. "I can feel my prostate flexing a-" his word cut off into a grunt, "a lot."

"Any pain?" He inquired. "N-no... can you take off now... please?" Mark looked up at him with a pleading expression.

The rabbit looked back down at his bound fox. "No can do. I need to test long-term wear as well." The doctor accentuated his words with a little tickle to Mark's knot, but he only groaned meekly in response. "And that means this," he gave the coated knot a squeeze that pushed another moan from the fox, "is staying on and working just as it should. I suppose you ought to know what it is now.

"You see, this little charm is," he counted off each feature by wrapping another digit around his knot listed them, "a semi-permanent chastity device, a sex toy, and a contraceptive, all in one. On top of that, it's self lubricating." He paused to chuckle, "As long as it's in place you won't be able to ejaculate. In fact, you won't be able to expel anything but urine. You see, it blocks off the seminal vesicle, but not the bladder. Ingenious, wouldn't you say?" The pride on his face and in his voice was unmistakable. "That isn't to say that you wouldn't be able to feel plenty of pleasure, of that fact I know you're well aware." The doctor chuckled and smiled, "Though, I suppose the sensitivity increase is a tad high. I'll have to fix that on the next test model." He wandered behind the chair out of the fox's sight, and scribbled down notes.

The todd sat there in the padded medical chair and panted, his eyes closed for the time being. Finally, his length had a chance to calm down It felt swollen, but not painful. His eyes fluttered open as he felt it pulse and tingle from just the touch of his own bellyfur. He watched his knot slowly go down, and then withdraw back into his sheath over a few minutes. This did nothing to dislodge the goo bound around it. The feeling of the slick rubber sliding down the inside of his sheath, as well as the tightness of the soft flesh around his member was enough to keep him from properly going soft; the top three inches remained exposed.

His attention snapped back once again as he felt a heavy jolt to the chair, along with a pair of loud clicks from below him. "Off we go!" The doc grabbed onto the handle on the back of the seat and spun Mark the other direction. He followed around behind the chair and then gave it a push to get it moving. As they approached, the door slid open on its own with a gentle whoosh.

The area beyond was unremarkable. The floor's checkered tiling continued out the door and down the hall in both directions. The walls put here were a deep, rich blue; a heavy contrast to the room they had been. Doors lined the walls on either side, perhaps twenty feet separating each. Hung on the walls between them were various pieces of art; portraits, medical drawings done by hand, landscapes, but the majority were hand-drawn portraits of nudes in various positions; nearly all of them male.

Dr. Mertezi hummed 'We're Off to See the Wizard' as he wheeled the fox down the hall and around a few corners. All the while Mark looked worried. The simple feel of cool air made him squirm as it washed over his exposed tip. He soon had to close his eyes and nearly groan. He was getting hard again.

He did not want to give Mertezi the satisfaction of any sound of pleasure, so he did his best to bear, and tried to keep quiet. Even so, he squirmed the entire trip.

"Here we are." The rabbit's voice pulled him out of his breezy trance. Mark's eyes fluttered open wearily as he took stock of what was around him.

The pair was in a small arched entryway, just wider than the chair, and about ten feet long. All along its walls was a plethora of tiny, evenly spaced nozzles.

In the room before him were many items from the fox's home. His double-sized bed faced the door, and was complete with his faux mink blanket; a pack of wolves printed upon it, and his pillows; the divot made by his head had not even faded. Its headboard was solid; made of oak. Stowed away under the mattress was a pair of drawers that could be slid out with a simple tug of the brass handles.

Against the wall on the right was a matching desk. The surface was old and faded with many years of schoolwork. Pushed under it was a black leather executive office chair he did not recognize as his own.

On the wall opposite there was a doorframe, though the door itself blended in perfectly. There was no handle, no catch, no visible way to open it from this side.

Mark turned his attention away from the room as he felt the straps around his arms and legs loosen suddenly. He blinked and shook his paws free, then pulled his legs up into the seat of the chair, thighs against his chest. He gasped in surprise and jumped quickly to his feet as the soft fur of his thighs brushed his exposed, over-sensitive length. He just barely kept himself from falling over by gripping tightly to the back of the headrest.

Dr. Mertezi had stepped back to a small control panel just outside the doorframe. He tapped a few buttons and looked on with a smile before he spoke up, "Up-up-up-up fox. I need to put this chair away." Without any more notice it started to slide backward on its own.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey!" He nearly lost his balance, but hopped off the chair and recovered as he landed. The fox was stunned for a moment, unsure of what to do. He turned to look back at the retreating seat. In that moment, he saw there was nothing between him and the potential freedom of the hallway beyond the doctor. With desperate speed, he whipped himself around, and catapulted himself forward. He sprang toward the hall a single step before a yelp left his muzzle. His black length had swelled fully from his sheath on the ride here. It whipped around and had smacked against his tense thigh.

He tried for a second step but strong jets of air sprung from all directions to greet him. The air whipped trough his fur, before washing over his swinging foxhood. His eyes went wide as he stopped in his tracks.

The gentle breeze on the way was one thing, but this overwhelmed his senses as much as the rabbit's paws. The moment he managed to regain his composure he took a clumsily step back again, just in time to feel more jets of air blast to life around him. He stumbled and fell to the floor harmlessly. Through all the movement and caresses of the wind, he was pulsing, rock hard and over sensitive. With his last ounce of strength, he retreated into the calm air of the room behind him.

"There's a computer over on your desk if you'd like something to do. It has access to most of the library here, among other things. I'll be contacting you on it if anything comes up." Mertezi looked down at his watch, "Woops! I must be off!" Without giving Mark a chance to say a thing, the doctor tapped another button on the panel, and then dashed off in the direction of his glance. His bare paws made almost no sound against the tile.

The fox looked bewildered, nude and was now alone on the floor, his tail stretched out behind him. His hard, rubber-coated length hung low, the tip just barely above the tile. His knot pressed against his sheath firmly with its weight, and the pressure behind the sensitive bulb worked to keep him hard. The surface had remained moist and slick despite the swift walk here. He blinked with this realization. Usually the skin dried out quickly when it was outside its fuzzy home. He reached over with a shaky paw and carefully lifted the black member in his fingers. The simple feeling of his warm pads sent a tingle up his spine. With utmost care, he lifted it to take the pressure off his knot and hoped that it would soften soon.

"What is this stuff?" he rolled his length over in his fingers to view it from all angles. The strange rubber thing the doctor put on him had made his foxhood look like a rubber cast of itself. Even now he could feel his pulse distinctly inside it, which was almost a relief for him. With a wince and groan he slipped a digit behind his knot and down into his sheath. Careful of his claw he felt around as deep as he could manage, but could feel no seam to the strange material.

His paw drew away as his attention turned back to the door. 'The rabbit's gone,' he thought to himself, 'maybe I can get out of here.'

Mark climbed to his feet and whined as his length bounced between his legs. When the soft fur of his sheath squeezed and rubbed over his hypersensitive knot his knees nearly buckled. With much more care now, he drew his tail around and hugged it firmly over his lap. For just a moment, the pleasure of that plush fur against his length caused him to buck forward before he was able to stop himself.

"Nnnng... I have to be careful with this." He drew a long, deep breath, then reached a paw out into the hall. Immediately the jets sprung to life and blew his fur about. He gulped and tensed, then threw himself forward. Again, the air whipped his fur from all sides. A loud gasp spring from his lips as air rushed through his fur and caused it to dance around his length. Mark quickly hugged his tail tighter and pushed onward. In just a few more, laboriously difficult steps, he bumped nose-first into a solid wall that spanned the width of the doorway. The shock caused him to pull his tail out behind him while his paws shot up to the invisible surface.

"Wha?" The distraction only lasted a brief moment, before the air whipped him back to reality. The jets were as strong as ever, and pummeled over his loins. A yelp left from his maw and the fox fell to his knees. In a desperate bid, he covered his length with both paws, then pushed back into the room.

He lay there on his side and panted heavily, his body was limp, his swollen length twitched.

"No way... Not until this is off." With a sigh, he crawled to his feet and walked into the room; his length still cradled tenderly in his paws. He sat at the foot of the bed, then closed his eyes.

The familiar softness and scent of his own bed comforted him. It soon was enough to distract his tired mind from the day. The fox felt a deep in his throat, but he held it back. He settled his partially hard penis gently on his stomach and laid back the fur blanket covered bed. Slowly a smile crept onto his face. The molesting earlier had drained Mark. He could not hold back a second yawn, it simply burst from his maw. He wriggled slightly in place and settled his paws on his chest. Soon enough a feeling of contentment floated over him, and he drifted off into a nap.

~*~

Dr. Mertezi was in his office just across the hall. The rabbit, comfortably seated in a black leather chair had his long, white-furred footpaws were bare and propped up on his desk. His toes thrummed in the air silently as he flexed them one at a time. An immense screen dominated most of the wall in front of him and on display was a high quality, live feed from one of the many well-hidden cameras in Mark's room that were in place for observation.

An odd look appeared on Mark's face. His jaw drooped open and he began to pant, The rabbit sat up a little in his chair and snatched the camera control off the desk.

"Let's see here." He directed the camera with a few lazy gestures of his paw. The movement of the camera was almost organic. The view on the screen swooped down to Mark's crotch; The fox's balls and thick, white-furred sheath dominated the left side of the screen. His cock glistened in the light. As it grew quickly from his sheath, it pulsed with his heartbeat. His sheath swelled visibly as the Heavy knot filled out. The crest just peeked from the lip of his sheath.

"Oh, now that is delightful!" The doctor pressed a button on the control. Then with a simple gesture, he moved the main view off to another corner of the screen. He then pulled up a second angle; the camera was embedded in the wall just over Mark's headboard.

He flicked this camera into another mode. The entire view of the room blacked out. The fox's body seemed to glow a soft white. It gave the impression of night-vision until he flicked on a second filter. This lit up the black rubber in a brilliant blue light and exposed its perfectly smooth features. The light shined not from anywhere in the room, but from the device itself. It was an invisible energy that only these cameras and a talented few could see.

A smile grew on his face as he watched Mark nap soundly. "That is simply too cute." He glanced toward the door several times, then back at the sleeping form on the screen. "Hmm," he thought to himself. "Why not?" He stretched his long, white toes, closed his laptop, and then pushed away from the desk.

He loved to go barefoot within the lab whenever he could. It was a sort of guilty pleasure. The floors were always polished clean of any debris or dust, and thanks to a few enchantments it was always a pleasant temperature. Policy forbade it, for the fear of broken glass, or other hazards. In this area, there was no chance of that, as he knew all too well.

Quick as a flash he walked down the hall and looked through the entry to the sleeping teen's room. He switched off the outer security barrier, but left on the cleaning jets along the walls of the short passage. The rabbit stealthily walked over to the bedside. He stopped in arm's reach of the younger sleeper and looked over his nude form with a grin.

With a look of excitement, he stroked down Mark's neck and chest. His paw trailed over his belly, then down his side to his thigh. He gave the boy a soft squeeze and rub, his fingers worked in slow circles there for a moment.

His blunt bunny claws left small grooves in the white pelt as he pet over the fox with the other paw. Gently he settled the first atop Mark's plump sheath and gave it a squeeze while he traced slow circles in the fox's soft belly-fur. With each stroke, he brushed just the fur his paw against the exposed black length to coax it from its warm home.

The attention soon brought forth a soft moan from young sleeper, who began to squirm and move his hips slightly in his sleep. His black-coated length pulsed to life and slid out onto his belly more with each pass,

Mertezi traced his expert digits over to tickle at Mark's balls for just a moment, then lifted his paw his paw to trail up the boy's sheath and over his sensitive member. They gently moaned in unison before he took a step toward the head of the bed; his paw drew away with him.

"Imagine he'll be out for a while yet," he whispered, "the poor thing hardly slept last night." He slipped gently onto the bed; his back was on the headboard, one leg on the floor, the other atop the bed. There he sat and watched the boy sleep, this time from a much more enjoyable, and personal angle. After a minute, he began to rock his foot back and forth in place.

Dr. Mertezi's foot had a very soft, clean scent. Even so, it was not without it's own subtle musk. This aroma permeated the air soon caught the sleeping fox's nose. The younger male let his head fall to the side toward its source.

After a moment, the doctor pulled his other leg gently onto the bed and slid the first just next to the sleeping boy's muzzle. He settled for a moment, then slid his foot over and pet down the white furred cheek beside it a few times.

Mark leaned into the petting and his maw drooped open in a nearly inaudible moan once the scent hit his nostrils more directly. The doctor grinned wide and chuckled deep in his chest as the fox rolled his upper body partially onto his side and buried his face against the toes before him. Again the boy murred sleepily. The sound caught his attention this time. He leaned forward and wiggled his toes around the fox's lithe muzzle.

"Well well well, seems the boy likes paws. We'll have to do something with this soon." He splayed his toes and settled the soft-furred, pad-less digits around the end of the fox's muzzle. The scent trapped between the furred digits hit Mark full force now. His dreaming mind pushed his muzzle forward firmly into them and his muzzle drooped wide while his breath quickened noticeably.

The doctor jumped suddenly. He was so engrossed in his fun that a vibration against his chest startled him. He groaned with frustration, "Not now." With a rather annoyed look he fished his phone out of his coat pocket. The moment he saw the name his face lit up as bright as day and he answered.

"Hello? Mr. Treban! It is so good of you to call. How can I help you today?" He paused to listen, "Why yes, I actually have the perfect candidate for you now." As he spoke, his eyes were locked on the fox's black length against his foot. He flexed his toes and gripped around the knot. At the same moment, he made sure to hold his other paw firmly over the fox's muzzle to stifle his moans, much to the boy's delight.

"I can have him ready for you within a couple hours, he needs to sleep for now. When can you be here? Perfect! I will start making the preparations." He paused, "No, thank you Mr. Treban, I'll see you soon." With that, he closed the phone and placed it back in his pocket, then pet over Mark's nose again with his toes. "It seems you already have a client."

"He allowed the fox to hump at his paw for a few minutes longer, but he soon realized he should go and get things done. With a little sigh, he pulled his feet away and set them on the floor. Mark continued to hump several more times and let out a little whine before he fell still once again.

"I'll see you soon too little fox." He stood and gave Mark one last pet down his chest and member before he headed out of the room to prepare things for their client.

"Time to wake up, Mark. You have guests." Mark let out a little groan as his consciousness slowly returned. The fox was still sprawled out atop his bed. The musky scent of the rabbit's paws lingered on the fox's muzzle. It kept him half-hard, his length was still pushed partway from his sheath and rested atop his stomach. Despite his having been hard for the last two hours, it was still slick as ever.

"Wakey wakey foxy fox," the doctor said over the intercom in a song-song voice, "don't want to keep them waiting; came all this way just to see you." Mark's ears perked at this news. Had his parents changed their mind? Had they come to get him out of here?

He sat up and hung his legs off the edge of the bed then stood quickly. He called out to the room, "Guests? Who?"

"You'll see, Mark. Just head through the door." There was a cheery ding from the other side of the room after the doctor spoke. Mark turned around to see the door he had noticed when he came in; the blue lights above it were on.

Mark approached cautiously, he was not sure what to expect. As he neared, the door slid open to reveal a passage similar to the one he had been wheeled into earlier, with a door to seal off the other end. This stopped him mid-step.

He looked back into the room, but before he could voice his doubts the comm clicked on once again. "Don't worry, no air jets this time." A feeling of doubt grew in him, but he stepped forward, his tail tucked down nervously. The door slid shut once again behind him.

"Just a moment, I do have to spray a little... disinfectant on you before you head in. You may want to close your eyes and cover up, it's rather cold." It took a moment for his words to click in the fox's mind. He had almost gotten used to his length being constantly hard.

A hiss built all around the vulpine. Quickly his paws shot down and covered his sensitive exposure. A moment later a cool mist filled the small entry. Its scent was strange, to say the least. It was something natural, but he was not sure beyond that. It clung to his fur quickly, and then turned back off once again before the door to the new room slid open.

What little confidence he had faded as he tip-toed forward and looked around at the huge room. The wall to his left was split down the middle by a foot-wide divider. Along the ceiling was the same track lighting as the other rooms he had seen. The floor here had been coated with a slightly squishy, textured rubber that provided a much better grip underfoot than the tiles before. The opposite wall was filled with a mirror; the todd guessed correctly that it was two-way; otherwise the room was spartan.

He walked a few steps toward the mirror and spoke up, "there's no one here. What's going on?" The click of the intercom echoed off the walls, "we're just making the last of the preparations now, just be patient little fox." Mark's eyes narrowed as he laid his ears back at being referred to as 'little fox' once again.

His ears perked as the wall opposite began to drop into the floor. "You would be wise to not struggle," Dr. Mertezi said over the intercom, "these two are very strong; you could hurt yourself, and I'd hate to see anything happen to my favorite little fox." As he spoke Mark turned and faced what was to come.

"I'm sure you remember Aita, the wyvern that brought you here. Well, this is her 'sister,' and her mating partner, Smith."

The twin doors clicked solidly into place to reveal an adjacent room. The floor was covered in straw, and the ceiling there was a few feet lower than the room he was in. The scent of a farmyard swept into the room, mixed with the scent of the two wyverns.

He took a step back and gulped. The smaller male stood like a raptor on powerful, fiery orange legs with black talon tipped feet, and was a head taller than Mark. The color of his smooth scales shifted to a bright crimson up along his torso and changed to a deeper red up along his neck and crest. His face matched the shade of his legs with piercing yellow eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth, as well as a pair of venomous fangs. His forelimbs were bat-like wings that were folded back rather like a bird. The membranes were a strong ruby red, while the bone structure was much darker.

The other had a posture reminiscent of a grounded bat. She was hunched over in the smaller room with her wings folded back; mid-knuckle planted on the ground to act as forelegs. Even then the creature was a little taller than the male. It was much more earthy in color; its face, along its back, and down to its tail was a rusty brown, while its gravid belly more closely resembled straw in hue. Along the length of its body ran dark brown stripes that were arranged in a broken pattern. Around its neck was a red leather collar that looked quite sturdy with a jingly metal tag that read 'Marra.'

The smaller of the pair, Smith, ventured forth first and sniffed at the air with a look of curiosity. He walked bipedally, and used his wings as well as an outstretched tail for balance, with movements that could even be called graceful. He sniffed at the air and soon directed his attention to the mate that had emerged from the confined space beside him.

Smith moved over and dipped his head down submissively toward Marra and chirped. His tail flicked up behind him, and he beat his wings against his sides, which stirred the air in the room. The female chirped in kind and leaned forward to nudge the top of Smith's head with her nose. Again he beat his wings then stepped forward as he nuzzled Marra's neck, then side with great affection. All the while soft churrs could be heard from the pair.

As all this happened, Mark stood perfectly still on the other side of the room, hopeful that they would somehow not see him. This hope was soon shattered. While the male dipped his head down to nuzzle in against his partner's swollen belly, she turned her attention toward Mark, a feral look in her eyes. The fox nearly jumped out of his fur when a loud screech bellowed from the large wyvern's maw; the red male had sunk its fangs into her flank. She whipped her head around and made for his neck with her powerful jaws, but stopped short. A glazed over look spread on her face has her maw drooped open and her body sagged a little.

Soon her body was aquiver as the male's venom took full effect on her form. Mark's eyes went wide with astonishment, fear, and wonder when a splash of clear liquid rushed from a near-hidden slit between her legs. Her breath quickened more and more as her slit began to spread open. First a finger-thin, half foot long tendril peeked out and quivered around with a life of its own. The male dipped further down and darted his lithe, reptilian tongue out to greet it.

Tendril and tongue intertwined in a bizarre kiss of sorts that quickly drew out more. A messy dollop of thick cream was pushed out over the male's snout as more of the shaft emerged from within. Just behind the tendril thickened very rapidly to be as wide as Mark's arm. As the heavy scent filled the air Smith's nostrils flared, and he let out a rumble deep in his chest. He too quickly grew hard; his length was radically different from the one he continued to nurse and lick at. Rather, it tapered from an arrow-shaped tip that was no wider than a pair of fingers, back along a two-foot shaft that continued to widen as more emerged, to a base nearly as thick as his partners.

The larger female slowly rolled her hips and gripped at Smith's tongue with her sensitive, prehensile tip. With a piercing cry a heavy rush of liquid poured from it out onto the floor. With a look of satisfaction he drew away and licked at the sticky mess around his mouth, while his shaft pulsed below him.

With a look of lust burning in his eyes he turned his gaze toward Mark, who by this time was pressed up against the wall behind him. Though he was fearful, he had grown aroused by the sights and scents that permeated the room. He dared not touch himself, as he was still quite nervous to be in the presence of these two great beasts.

The fiery male's engorged member swung freely between his legs and dripped a trail of thick pre as he strolled in Mark's direction. His claws clicked on the floor with each step, until he stopped just in front of the cowered boy. He gasped and held his breath as the beast leaned in close and sniffed through the fur of his chest. He all but yelled in surprise when Smith's massive member flexed; a heavy jet of thick, hot goo splattered all over his foot and soaked the fur down to the skin.

Mark raised a paw and set it gently atop the wyvern's muzzle, "Good... boy." The wyvern let his head droop gently and crooned his head forward. The beast's bright, solid colored eyes were quickly hidden behind eyelids with ridges that ran up either side of his head. Mark smiled nervously and rubbed up over Smith's crest. The creature pressed up into the fox's claws and rubbed his snout up the boy's side firmly. That weight made him stumble to the side and move away the wall.

His weight shifted with the fox's movements, and bumped into him insistently with enough force to send him stumbling toward the centre of the room.

"Woah, easy. Easy!" He slipped a paw over the wyvern's head with more force now and tried to push him away.

However, after a few hesitant pets the fox began to let his guard down. If this beast meant to harm him, he'd have done so already. Though still nervous, he pet over the top of the wyvern's head with both paws in hope that it would keep the beast calm. Contrary to that, it only served to fuel Smith's instinct to mate. With a quick jerk he snapped his head down between Mark's legs and pierced the skin of his thigh with just the needle-sharp tips if his venomous fangs, then just as quickly pulled away. The fox yelped sharply in shock. The punctured points were invisible under the thick fur, but he could feel them vividly. His paws shot to the spot and clutched at it as he fell to wobbly knees.

"Ow! You stupid..." The words were ripped from his muzzle. In moments fire burned through his veins. It surged up his leg to his loins, which shot from his sheath in moments. His knot swelled, and in seconds it felt more swollen than it had ever been. Mark drew in a quick gasp of air and squeezed his eyes shut just as his length began to twitch visibly.

An urgent lust then surged through his body. He could feel his prostate pulse deep inside his body. It tried to pump forth pre, only to be blocked by the tube that ran within it.

A sudden heat coiled itself wetly about Mark's nethers. The explosion of pleasure forced the fox's eyes to shoot open. "Oh!" Smith had ducked his head down and enwrapped the black member with his wonderfully dexterous tongue. He clasped his paws tightly on either side of the wyvern's head and gasped for air several times.

Smith's curiosity distracted him for a moment, He had sampled other potentials, but none had tasted anything like this red furred animal. There was still the heavy musk of another lust-filled male, but it was somehow enhanced by the wonderful scent of an egg carrier in need. He looped his tongue behind the fox's knot and tugged him forward to envelop it fully in his maw. The teen's paws fell to the floor as he was drawn forward, on all fours over the wyvern's head, his wings stretched out to either side of the fox's body.

Smith planted his head against Mark's chest and pushed forward to give the fox no choice but to fall gently onto his back. Blinded by the sensations that shot aggressively through his body he did not notice the wyvern rotate above him until the creatures massive length thumped solidly against the side of his muzzle. Without a second thought he shot his paws up and wrapped his fingers solidly around the engorged, musk-laden shaft. With lust-blinded eagerness, he licked at it hungrily, to be rewarded with heavy jets of pre that blasted messily against his tongue and muzzle.

He stroked his paws up and down the Wyvern's slicked length as he greedily suckled at the tip. Smith acted in kind as he coiled his tongue around and around the teen's length, the tip looping around behind his knot. He then drew the todd's foxhood fully into his hot maw. The beast's fangs were aligned harmlessly on either side of the boy's pride, but his teeth just barely dragged against his sensitive member now and again. Due to the layer of rubber, this only served to push the fox further to new heights of dizzying pleasure.

Mark's muzzle flew open in a sharp gasp that was silenced moments later by the Wyvern's length as it thrust down into the fox's muzzle; the tip brushed the back of his maw and sprayed another heavy jet of pheromone-laced pre down his gullet. Smith soon could no longer contain himself. He set his wing-knuckles on the floor and began to hunch into the orifice that surrounded his member. If it were not for the chemicals that flooded his body and the sheer amount of lust that washed through him, Mark would not have been able to manage as the member pushed down into his throat and stretched his muzzle wide.

With one final, solid thrust the wyvern pushed his engorged length half way down the fox's throat and let loose an ear-piercing shriek. A monumental torrent of thick, heavy cum pumped through Smith's thick shaft and filled Mark's belly in moments. It swelled visibly from the sheer volume in seconds. As Mark began to choke for air, the wyvern pulled away, but launched one last heavy shot across Mark's face and chest.

The fox laid there and panted heavily, his eyes closed. A whimper escaped his muzzle when Smith drew his muzzle away from his member, but the wyvern had plans for his fuzzy red mate. He stepped away and moved to Mark's side, then slipped his nose under the teen's butt and gave him a heavy nudge to roll him over. The boy did nothing to resist, he merely grunted as he landed on his side then was rolled further until he was belly down. His sudden weight atop his oversensitive member caused him to gasp. Quickly he pushed himself up, one paw supported him; the other darted between his legs.

He settled a paw on the floor over his head and could not resist the urge to hump at his cum-slicked fingers. His eyes closed tightly; his tail drew up high behind him as his world was consumed again by pleasure. Smith took this opportunity to slip behind the fox. He flexed his tapered length up to smack against the boy's ass with a splatter of sticky pre. As it fell away it pulled many long, thick strands of while slime. Though he had just cum, he was in a rut and still quite eager to keep going.

The wyvern flexed his shaft once again. It sprung up, bounced off Mark's thigh, and sent a streamer of sticky fluid from the tip; it splattered all along the boy's low hung head, neck and arm, matting down the fur. With another flex, his long, tapered cock swept up behind the fox. Smith shifted forward and let his tip fall and bounce off the top of the smaller vulpine's ass. It had engorged with enough blood once again, so it hung there as he shot another thick rope over his furry mate's back. Another time it shifted and flexed; it pressed between those perk cheeks and filled the space there with musky goo.

The fox could not help himself any longer. His paw drew from over his head and shot between his legs. He wrapped his paw snugly around the end of the wyvern's length. The beast cried out and thrust his hips, only to have his shaft slick through the boy's fingers and press down toward his balls. As the creature pulled his bulk back, Mark guided the shaft up the cleft of his cheeks, straight to his hole.

Smith growled triumphantly as the first thin inch of his sunk in. He flexed his body and filled out his shaft to the point that he was happy with, stiff enough to shove inside. He gathered himself just a moment, before he slammed his body forward.

Mark's breath rushed from his lungs as his innards were forcefully shifted around the invading shaft. A shudder ran up through the boy's body as the wyvern slowly withdrew, only to thrust forward once again, then again; each time able to shove just a little more of that monstrous member into the smaller fox. The todd could do nothing more than set his arms and face firmly on the floor as the beast mated him with wild abandon.

In just a few long strokes, all but the thickest portion at the base of Smith's bestial length was buried inside the fox. Once again, he set his wing knuckle on the floor then jabbed his hips forward in a quick series of solid shoves. A low rumble grew in the beast's chest, which echoed up his throat and exploded from his maw in a roar that outdid his earlier cry. The wyvern clutched at Mark's shoulders tightly and held him in place as his orgasm reached its peak. His entire body tensed as his member pulsed and twitched within the captive boy. After several long seconds, it exploded with his seed and pumped deep into the fox's bowels. The force set off an orgasm within the fox's form, his own body flexed. The sheer volume of life-bringing fluid quickly filled what little space that remained, then exploded out and splattered onto the fox's legs and feet. The two stayed locked in this embrace for a full minute. The volume of liquid and huge rod bulged out the fox's belly notably.

The final weak jet of fluid pumped into Mark's rear. Smith shivered and pushed himself off his wing knuckles to stand up tall once again. There was a strong suction as the slowly softening member fell from the fox's ass. It swung back between his legs, then with one last flex, it shot forward and sent a long jet of cum out all over Mark's thighs.

The feral male stood behind Mark for a moment and looked around the room with an air of pride and satisfaction. The end of Smith's tongue hung out of his mouth as he drew heavy breaths repeatedly. The tip of his tail drew to the side. That motion flowed up toward his body; as the wave reached his head he turned and stepped from over Mark to a step off to the side.

A yawn built in his throat, then burst from his maw, his jaws outstretched incredibly wide. The sound that sprang forth was both a rumble deep in his chest, and a squeaky sigh. As the yawn ended, he trod in a tight circle, and then settled heavily on the floor. He was half curled upon himself, face just near his retreating member. His tongue whipped out and began to lick up at all the cum which still coated his maleness.

The boy's face rested on the floor, while his arms were flopped limply at his sides. His eyes were closed now, his breath shallow. His ass was high in the air. His loose hole let the hot, sticky fluid flow slowly down over his balls.

For the first time since he had been bit by Smith, his body felt a little calm. His mind unclouded for a moment and he groaned. That was the most incredible orgasm of his life, and he had not cum a single drop. His body still resonated with the intensity of his climax, so it took him a few moments to move his arm. He slid his paw over and drew his finger through the fur of his cum covered inner thighs and balls. The mess held his fur in place so that his claws left grooves in a trail up toward his zealously used ass. Cum collected on his pawpad and short white fur. A pair of slicked digits soon came across his gaped tailhole; they slipped past the abused, stretched ring easily and were met by a small rush of cum which rushed from his bowels. It splattered over his paw and left it coated in musky goo.

A surprised moan issued forth from the fox as he felt a new presence under his tail. A hot, moist tongue began to lap slowly just at the base of his ball sac. It exerted enough pressure to shift and bounce the fox forward with each swipe. He looked over at his collapsed partner in a moment of confusion, then looked back to see that the much larger female had positioned herself stealthily behind him.

Merra had hunched down on all fours behind him and slipped her head under his messy tail. Her tongue lashed out over his legs and balls to lick up the cum that had drained from his small body. Lick after lick, her tongue made its way up to his abused tailstar. Her long, forked appendage flicked inside just an inch at a time and lapped around his ring. He moaned and squirmed tiredly as he attempted to push back against that wonderful touch.

She looked bemused as she led Mark's ass higher into the air, until his tail was flagged over him. Once the wyvern was satisfied with his position, she darted her long tongue as deep as she could into the boy's cum-drooling ass. He clenched down, but his hole could not even manage to give the muscle a squeeze. She darted her tongue into the hole once more before she pulled away.

Mark whimpered and closed his eyes tightly. His every nerve was alight with pleasure. So, he didn't notice the wyvern's movements over his body until her shadow fell over his eyes. They fluttered open to look at her.

She stood hunched over him with a look of concentration on her face. The tendril that had emerged earlier from her sex flexed and surged to life. She grunted and it coiled up, then sprung out to the fox's thigh. The last two inches of the tip was swollen and plump, now as wide around as the fox's wrist. He looked back toward it with a blank stare, his mind sill clouded, and grew ever more so.

The tip felt around against his slick rear and probed at him repeatedly with the squishy tip until it hit home against his hole. The fat tip pressed forward and barely compressed as it passed through his gaping hole. She grunted slightly and drove herself in a few more inches. The shaft was only moist, but the load of cum in his gut gave it slick passage. It sunk in with a loud squelch. Mark could just gasp to keep his breath as his pleasure centers were lit up.

A sharp yip sprang from his muzzle; he felt the effect of the venom surge again. Lust raged through his body. The squishy tip pushed in against his abused prostate and filled him with a sense of long sought after satisfaction. The weight within him caused his heart to race and his breath to quicken.

The look of concentration on the wyverns face grew once she felt the entirety of her forepostor inside her little carrier. Her brow furrowed and her eyes closed tightly and she grunted. Slowly she drew a breath and reset her hindlegs into a wider posture. Again, the large wyvern bore down and took a quick series of breaths through her nose.

With a dramatic rush, the end of the wyvern's ovipositor flooded forward and unfurled. There was no friction, no push, and no movement from the wyvern; Mark's passage was simply filled as her egg depositor everted and swelled. In only a moment, she had filled the fox just as much as the male had just minutes before.

She drew a long breath and dug her talons through the rubber on the floor, then drew her ovipositor slowly back into itself. As that happened the first of her eggs fell into place within her egg sac. She drew back until her shaft was just a swollen lump with little give inside Mark. The tip of her postor stretched back into her body and slipped just inside her ovisac. With a grunt and a push fluid drained into the exposed few inches of shaft that connected the pair.

The first egg was swept up in the flow; it fell into place at lips of her sac and ovipositor. Her gut flexed and she pushed the egg forward into the tube. As before, she breathed quickly through her nose as she flexed her shaft; once again it filled the fox, but slower, with more care for the important package. The bulge of the egg emerged from her body, visible as a mound within the fluid filled shaft. With another push, the muscle pulled the egg toward the mammal. Its form pushed flush with the boy's ring, then stopped.

Mark squirmed back and forth as fluid pushed into his body in front of the egg, then gasped as the soft shell slipped firmly up against his rear. He whimpered and wriggled about more once he realized the female had stopped moving. He looked up to her, only to meet her in the eye. For an instant their minds connected. The sense of urgency and lust flipped to sheer pleasure and an odd sense of love for this mother and her offspring. A smile spread on the fox's face in a moment of understanding.

The boy settled under her, and Marra drew in a long breath. Her abdomen quivered and with a grunt, her ovipositor pushed forward and popped the fist-sized egg through the fox's ring with ease. Now that the egg was inside, the birthing mother pushed it forward in a series of slow, controlled contractions. With each pulse, the egg and the exit of her shaft grew closer together. With each drive forward, more thick birthing fluid pumped into Mark's gut to protect the inevitable offspring.

Soon the egg settled into that plump fat tip where the wyvern's ovipositor everted upon itself. With a final little push, the egg pushed free, followed by a small flood of fluid. By now, the boy's belly was rounded out under the plush white fur. Due to the nature of the fluids that filled him, all this stretching was painless.

Marra visibly relaxed for a moment and caught her breath. She left her ovipositor buried more than two feet inside her little co-mother's body and drew a long breath. The first egg in a clutch was always the hardest. With a more practiced motion she retreated her foreposter back inside to grab another egg from within her womb.

Another small rush of fluid sucked the next egg into place. With more ease, her tip enwrapped it, then plucked it from her body. In one fluid motion, she drew it down the goo-filled length between them and sunk it right past Mark's sphincter.

By now, Mark had been thrown into a daze. He was heavy and felt fuller than he had even been, and more continued to push into his wobbly body. His tail hung limply down against the side of the wyvern's exposed ovi-shaft, so he felt each egg as they approached and slipped under the furry extremity. He felt as the throbbing shaft pumped more into his body. Once it had reached full extension he planted both paws on the floor and pushed himself up with a heavy grunt.

His skin, his ears, his tail, even his teeth; his entire body tingled and felt alive with energy. The wyvern noticed his movement under her. She ducked her head down and cooed, before her firm snout rubbed at the boy's neck reassuringly. A sense of joy about being filled with life welled within him, though his mind was still terribly clouded.

The movement soon got Smith's attention. The male lifted his head from his small nap and looked over at his mates. He eyed the little messes he had left streaked across the smaller furred creature's body and smiled inwardly. He knew they were pittance compared to the amount he had pumped into his smaller mate's body. After a moment, he moved over and ducked his head down to sniff over the fox's form. Heavy breath ruffled dry fur, and mussed the cum-wet streaks. His attention slipped down to the male's belly, now fat with young. His tongue flicked out over the taught skin; the teen moaned and shivered in response.

Marra was half way done and readied herself. Her forepostor retreated into her body and took hold of the third egg. Her shaft bucked, then the egg and shaft shot deep into the fox's body in a burst of speed, soon after a fourth followed suit.

With her final egg laid, the large wyvern relaxed visibly. Her tendons made tiny creaks as they relaxed, and the look of concentration melted to that of a weary happiness. Though she still had eggs in her body, she had not the strength, nor the desire to lay them tonight, and this little egg catcher would not be able to handle more, yet.

The exhausted wyvern grunted and squeezed her ovisac closed, then withdrew her shaft until all but the fat tip remained inside the fox. The shaft that connected the pair of mothers flexed and twitched. She needed to change the properties of the remaining fluid. It became thicker and gummier, until it was the consistency of cold molasses. She pumped this goop forward and filled the space in front of her tip, then popped it out and let the rest run between the weary fox's legs.

Marra gave Mark a gentle nudge with her wing, and let the bushed boy fall gently into Smith's care. The smaller wyvern caught the fox gently and settled to the floor with him, before he settled snugly with the vulpine. A trail of thick goop trailed along under his tail, down to the soft, rubbery ground.

Once the fourth egg had been laid inside him, Mark was in a blissful daze. He did not even notice the tether that connected him to the ground. The fatigued fox was not aware of much after that. He felt himself fall to the side; the male guided him quite gently to the floor. He was vaguely aware of the larger female's movements off to the side. Mostly, his mind focused on the massive swell in his gut. It looked as though he were several months pregnant. You would swear he was a vixen at that point, if it were not for the fat, black male member that rested against his belly.

Smith curled around behind Mark, head to tail and began grooming the fur of his legs. His tongue licked through his fur heavily, and relaxed the teen tremendously. Meanwhile Marra settled heavily on the other side of the fox, half curled around both males.

A yawn soon left Marra's jaw. Mark saw it, and soon could not help himself. He yawned wide and closed his eyes. He used Smith's warm thigh as a pillow, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

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