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Steep Medical Bills

for Virion

by Draconicon

After two hours, it was clear that the injection wasn't going to clear up on its own. Virion bit the bullet and decided to find a doctor. Of course, he couldn't simply go to a reputable clinic - after all, he'd used some rather illegal stuff - so he checked around for something that was a little less...law-bound.

It didn't take him long to find one, particularly when he called the dealer that had gotten him this injection and threatened to report him. The dragon wasn't above doing a bit of threatening when he had to. The jerk had been quite happy to point him to a garage clinic off of the main street, and Virion had set off almost immediately. He'd needed to call a cab - he couldn't drive while dripping, nor could he walk and not expect to be caught out - and by the time that he got to the 'clinic', he was hoping that the doctor wasn't expecting too much in the way of pay. The cab was expensive.

The dragon kept himself as covered as possible, with a low-swinging hat, a thick coat, and a pair of boots that went up a bit too high, but just barely covered his dripping body. He walked slowly, feeling his body squelch and glorp around with every step. He swore that his boots were filled to bursting with the drippings off his body, and the only saving grace was that he couldn't 'sweat' through his clothes, as the latex was too thick for that.

Virion was exhausted by the time he reached the front door of the clinic, tired of using all his willpower to keep his body together, and feeling like he'd sweated out half of his body's fluids. Of course, he hadn't, but the latex kept him hot anyway, and putting on all the clothes had made it even worse. Shaking his head slowly, he lifted his hand and pounded on the door.

"Doc...Doc, you in there? I need help!"

A shuffling and rustling inside at least proved that someone was there, but when a sharp-toothed shark answered the door, Virion found himself desperately hoping that this was the receptionist.

"I have to...see the doctor."

"I'm the doctor, boy. At least, I am after hours; mechanic job's over now."

The shark showed him in, looking a little confused as Virion took such slow steps. The gloves over his hands, the scarf around his neck, everything he wore to hide himself made it all so hot, and his vision was starting to blur besides. And he knew it wasn't from the latex; this was pure heat exhaustion.

"Anyone...else here?"

"Uh, no. Why -"

As soon as he heard 'no,' his hands were at the buttons of his clothes. Throwing them off in record time - and probably surprising the shark to no end - the latex dragon quickly stripped down and stood naked in front of the big guy.

"I need help..."

It had gotten much worse since the injection. His body had gone from a mostly solid with a bit of dripping to something that looked like a melting blob villain in a cartoon show. His legs drooled latex down to feet that were nothing more than puddles, and his arms were nearly fused to his sides. The only thing that still had some reasonable resemblance to what it had looked like before was his cock, and that because it was still standing tall and proud out from his body, dripping latex pre out of the tip.

The shark doctor looked at him in shock, but Virion swore that there was something more there. While the doctor was gaping at him, there was...something. A sparkle in the eyes.

Then it was gone, and the shark was at his side again, tugging him along towards the back rooms. Virion was so weak that he could do nothing but follow along with the doctor, and hope that things would turn out for the better. Despite the relief of not wearing clothes, he was still too overheated, and collapsed as he was carried along.

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When the dragon finally woke up, it wasn't cured, as he wanted to be, or even being cared for. Virion didn't quite realize it for nearly a minute, but he was tied down, and every now and then, there was a blast of cold over his body, forcing the dripping material that made him up to solidify so he couldn't just slide out. It didn't feel the best, either, despite the relief it gave him to not be falling apart so easily anymore.

Squirming against the bindings on his body, the dragon cast his eyes left and right, eventually spotting the shark on the far side of the room. The doctor's back was to him, and Virion opened his mouth to talk.

"..."

He couldn't even gasp. It was like...

My vocal cords are frozen.

He realized it as a blast of cold air hit the back of his neck, solidifying it again and freezing everything inside. Nothing inside could move, so there was no way for him to be able to speak. But why would the doctor do that?

Slowly, the doctor turned around. Rather than being reassured, the latex dragon felt a burst of fear as he saw the doctor's face turn up in a toothy smile. The same glint from before was in his eyes now, and it didn't help as the first thing the doctor did was grab hold of his cock. Virion clenched up, hissing softly as he was rapidly stroked. Despite the latex nature of his shaft, he could still feel all the pleasure all too keenly, particularly as the doctor reached to the tip and rubbed some of the 'pre' leaking out around his length.

"So, you're finally awake. I guess you want an explanation."

As he silently struggled to catch his breath, Virion nodded.

"Heh, guess you might as well know. There's not a lot you guys can do when you're like this, though you've got just about the worst case that I've ever seen."

The shark pulled up a chair, and then pulled at something under the table that Virion was tied to. Blinking as it was pulled up and attached to his cock via some clamps around the base, the dragon slowly turned his head - fighting the crackling his frozen neck as he did so - to look up at the shark's face as he continued.

"Every time that someone ODs on that stuff, they get all...gooey. You probably got an intense dose to get like this, huh? That, or something in the markets." The shark shook his head. "You really are idiots if you think you're going to get anything useful back there.

"But anyway, you get like this after a particularly strong dose. For some people, it wears off after about four hours. It's not an easy transition, but if they can hold it together until the shift goes the other way, they're fine. You...I'm gonna bet that you got a worse dose, because you were asleep for almost a day after you fell unconscious. I don't know if you're ever gonna change back, but if you do, it won't be for a while."

The doctor pressed a button under the table, and Virion gasped as he felt his cock suddenly throb harder, the tube starting to suck on it. Bits of goo started running off of his shaft, but thankfully, it wasn't bits of his body. Instead, it was like...like it was sucking away his pre, of all things. The doctor continued.

"But while you're like this, you're producing some incredible stuff. Don't know all the particulars, but the medical people call it a bio-synthetic blend, something about how your pre mixes with the latex and makes for some pretty good stuff for healing. Can't really be rejected like other things. And you know the biggest thing? They pay for it by the milliliter, and they pay a lot.

"So if you're going to be like this for a while, I'm going to take advantage. I hope that you got plenty of stuff in you, dragon, because I'm going to be sucking it all out."

Virion shuddered as the tube continued to suck on his bound cock, pulling and pulsing around it with pleasurable vibrations. He couldn't speak, couldn't moan; for that matter, he could barely gasp in shock when the machine teased him and sucked particularly hard. He swore that it was like a lover's mouth, or at least, it felt very similar to the mouth-based toy that he had. It was sucking him from tip to base, and he thrashed and squirmed in his bindings as he could feel his balls pulling up between his legs.

It didn't help when the shark reached down and started fondling them, either. The slightly wet palm was as smooth and strange as the latex that covered his body, and he bucked his hips up at the first touch. Smooth fingers rubbed over his balls, squeezing them, almost painfully at times, as he was sucked and teased and -

He opened his mouth in a wordless, soundless moan, his first orgasm shooting down the tube. It was black and shimmery, much like his body, but Virion could see that it wasn't so...so lifeless as the rest of his body. Bits of white and dancing light moved between the black goo as it was suctioned away, and Virion wondered just how much use that stuff actually was. It seemed too perverted and too strange to be real...didn't it?

Regardless of how real it actually was, the doctor obviously believed it to work the way that he said. The shark's machinery was driving him mad, sucking and teasing him constantly. Even as his cock was recovering from orgasm, it was kept ramrod straight by the power of the suction tube, sucked and teased and vibrated hard by the machinery. Virion shuddered at the pleasured pain that threatened to overwhelm him, but just as before, could no more speak than he could escape.

The shark's hand slid down, and the dragon blushed - as much as he could through the latex - as the smooth fingers found their way to his hole. They brushed against it, teasing it a few times as the shark looked up at him.

"You're going to be a very profitable patient. I hope that you like that idea; it's not like you're going to be able to argue it."

Come on! Stop!

Even as he mouthed it, he knew that there would be no mercy for him. His body was rapidly being reduced to a product for the shark to milk, and considering that he was a mechanic in his day job, he doubted that the shark was going to be letting him go anytime soon. Probably only when he was shifting back, and even then, he wasn't sure that he was going to get that lucky.

Suddenly, the shark's fingers were inside of him, rubbing at pieces of him that were latex, but no less sensitive for it. Virion gasped and arched his back as his prostate was rubbed and ground against, making his toes curl.

"That's it, boy...just let it out...gimme all that valuable seed of yours."

Virion had little choice. Despite just cumming, he came again from the prostate massage, flooding the tube once more with his virile seed. It was collected and pulled under the table, and the shark doctor chuckled as he pulled his finger back.

"You'll do well...very, very well..."

The End