haha, that program is quite awesome. Always something to help on the internets~ Though I hope they've got a cure for your tendonitis D; still loving your stories

Thank you, just have plenty of rehab to do. I shall endure ^^
Always love to hear of someone enjoying my odd fiction.

It was nice to have you on IRC for the little while you were too, but I doubt you could type on there with this health issue anymore xP

Yeah, it's the main reason I'm not on there. Was really fun, paws jsut can't can't handle it. *chuckles*
Wish I could have the tentacles type for me. P:

*whispers stuff to your tails to urge them to give the fox some loving, for the next 6 hours or so <3*

Yeep! *is rather suddenly bound up and put into a rather compromising position* o.o


Oh, is there anything you might want to ask Dr Mertezi? P:

I shall ask, What is a man?

Hmmm, that is a rather deep question, though can have quite a simple answer. I would have to say... the one that does not produce the eggs. Though that does not exclude him from laying them of course.

Hehe, I guess that works as an answer :o

hmm....what to ask and who to ask ^^;

Ask anything you like, of anyone of course. ^^

okie hmmm,.....i would like to ask Dr. Mertezi how he found/made that wonderful otherworldly garden, and i i could visit it in person?

Well, I cannot take all the credit for this place, at least not its construction. Rather I had to purchase it from another, then work to adapt it to my needs.
Quite a long time in the making, if I do say so myself.

certainly worth it i imagine :3

Though I have had to do a few things I'm not entirely proud of, I would not change a thing leading up to this.

oh? like what?

The more... troubling things I simply will not go into, but I have caused deaths in my pursuit of saving Marra's kind. More than I would care to admit, but they were people that would have The Garden, and everything within it, destroyed.
Beyond that, I have also had numerous... encounters with various flora and fauna that I have gathered over the years, many somewhat less pleasant than others... some admittedly much more. Marra is to thank for pulling me out of the fire time and again, though. She really is quite incredible.

ah i see what yu mean

As for visitation, I can't yet allow too many to come and go through my node, the inter-galactic portal, else I risk drawing attention from those that would rather I did not have such things.
Our planet has been deliberately cut off by our governments, they wish to keep us in the dark, all of us.

But I'll show them. *grin*

ah i see, i can understand that, but when yur able to bring in guests sign me up :3

But of course. With my process perfected, to have a band of those ready and wanting to go through with it... yes, that will work.
I shall keep you in mind when the Day comes.

yay! 83
yu are gonna experiment on me aren't yu? i think i'd be more fun to study though :3

Hmm, well, you certainly do have quite the unique physiology. *ponders a moment* I could imagine one of your size would be capable of holding a great clutch.

*blushes* ooohh don't tease me Doc that's just not fair! ^///^
i'm sure my womb could fit quite a few eggs *blushes even more* great now i can stop thinking about it ^^;

Though, I'm not sure we could fully utilize your unique features until I've found more fertile egg-layers, such as Marra. Her 'sister' could have been a good candidate, the one that brought Fox initially, but she is a product of poor genetic cloning. As wonderful as she is, if I am to restore the species, I must work with the best of the best.

oh i see :3 well until then i'm still up for study ^^ just be gentle X3

Oh no... for someone who shouldn't be typing, opening a q and a probably wasn't a good idea... I've been considering getting a program that writes what is said, but that is a fancy program you've got there... where'd you get it?

*walks up to all three, each sitting in a comfy chair*

"Alright, who's first?" *pulls out notepad*

Dr. Mertezi...

1) How did you first encounter the wyverns? What was it like? (Long version + details please =3)

2) Who's funded your operation and how are they enjoying the results?

3) Any chance that "Fox" will "father" a clutch of his own?

4) Any plans on mass marketing your black latex in a non-permenant, multi-use form? If so, I'd love to help test!

Alan...

1) You remember that cute little fox that used to sit behind you in class, Mark was it? What'd you think of him?

2) If given the chance, would you wrather stay at your Uncle's lab for an extended stay? And would you allow it Dr?

3) I work at a drycleaners. Feel free to come by anytime. Esspecially if you treat employees at other locations like you did at the resturant... maybe a bit more depending?

"Fox"...

1) How do you feel about visitors other than Alan? Think the scent of other males would cause you to react like Smith?

2) Concentrate for a minute... Remember how you felt when you first arrived at the lab? Looking back, would you have changed anything? Reacted differently in anyway? Do you regret taking that path through the woods that day after school?

3) Wonder how your parents would react if they saw you now...

Dasher is free here http://www.inference.phy.cam.ac.uk/dasher/

answers to come P:

Dr. Mertezi...

1) How did you first encounter the wyverns? What was it like?
The first time I had seen a wyvern was in a marketplace, of all places. It had been bound up rather carelessly, the poor thing. The narcotic effects of the male's fluids were exploited to a terrible degree. He was malnurished, beaten, and just about on the brink of death. While I was not able to save him, I was able to rescue Smith from a similar fate. He was little better off, locked away in a dank hole, used day in day out. It's the reason he was so hostile to the scent of semen.
2) Who's funded your operation and how are they enjoying the results?
You would be amazed at how advanced our pharmaceutical industry is, as compared to most of the developed systems out there. I made my initial fortune on Viarocxs pills. People pay handsomely for a flavorless blue pill that gets you up to the task, as opposed to drinking from an angry wyvern *chuckles*

3) Any chance that "Fox" will "father" a clutch of his own?
I do have hopes that this will work out, this time around. For the moment, I am not entirely certain whether he is verile, or whether he is producing gametes of the right genetic code. I must collect some samples.

4) Any plans on mass marketing your black latex in a non-permenant, multi-use form? If so, I'd love to help test!
I have a series of them, in fact, that come in a variety of effects. From what Fox has on, to sense-dampeners, flesh conversion, and many others. I just must be wary of having them on the open market here at home. Prying eyes you see. There are those that would see me dead to get their mitts on the technology I have worked so hard to collect, research, and perfect, and worse to get my gateway.

Alan...

1) You remember that cute little fox that used to sit behind you in class, Mark was it? What'd you think of him?
Hmmm... Oh him? In English, I'm guessing you mean, didn't have any foxes behind me in the other classes. He was kind of cute, I suppose. For a fox anyway. Not really my type though. Really fun to tease though, so fun to tease. *laughs* He wasn't too discreet with how much he stared at my butt, not that I mind.

2) If given the chance, would you wrather stay at your Uncle's lab for an extended stay? And would you allow it Dr?
If given half the chance, I'd stay here for the rest of my life. I mean, what could I do at home that could compare to what I might find out here? I've dreamed all my life to get out there, even just into orbit, or to the moon. This though? This I couldn't have even imagined.

3) I work at a drycleaners. Feel free to come by anytime. Esspecially if you treat employees at other locations like you did at the resturant... maybe a bit more depending?
*coughs and looks flustered a moment* Well, I'm sure my uncle will need to get some cleaning done at one point. We'll see. P:
"Fox"...

1) How do you feel about visitors other than Alan? Think the scent of other males would cause you to react like Smith?
I'd love to see another face, anyone else. It's been really lonely before Alan got here, thought I was going to go nuts. Really dunno how I'd react, though I didn't feel anything weird when I got a whiff of him... well, nothing bad anyway. *he gets lost in thought for a few moments, expression glazed a bit. The momory is having a clear effect on him*
2) Concentrate for a minute... Remember how you felt when you first arrived at the lab? Looking back, would you have changed anything? Reacted differently in anyway? Do you regret taking that path through the woods that day after school?
I really wish I could have fought back more, but I really don't know how. I thought over it again and again, but he... *he growls* I just don't know what I could have done. But, I guess that I couldn't have met Alan otherwise. Was just about to graduate, and I would never have seen him again. My mom was planning to take me back to the east coast after I finished out my last year of high school. Guess that won't ever happen now.

3) Wonder how your parents would react if they saw you now...
I know my mom would turn tail and run for her life. She could never handle anything... like me, not like this. My dad... I think he'd be a little calmer, but he'd still be afraid for his life.

Are you taking internships? Doesn't seem like you have to many assitants on hand at the lab...

Or even in the garden. I don't have much of a green thumb myself, but I do help out in the family garden back home when I do visit. Can't convince mom to plant anything other than tomatos and other things... would be great to see all the different species there.

At the moment I am keeping this project as under wraps as I can manage, with as few people connected to it as possible. Though, when things go to a larger scale there ought to be room for many an assistant.

Any chance I could put in a resume? And as for under wraps, I've got no one to tell! I'm a great typist too. (at least I'd like to think so)

I should think there's something you may be able to do around, once things are more established. At this phase, though, I must not take any chances, not this time.

So many things changing so quickly it's understandable not wanting to pull any new variables in. Keep in touch! I'll just wander around a bit and hear what other questions pop up. =3

{} Also, thank you greatly for the excellent questions. Has certainly helped me get into their heads more. ^^

My pleasure! The story's been in my head all day when not focusing on work. Give me some time and I could probably come up with some more. Satiating my own curiosity as well! Tried to make some questions so we could see the story from other peoples perspectives as well as a bit of history. Also, if the "blue pills" are from the wyverns, have there been any transformative side effects like the ones experianced by your latest testing? Or is it just because of the massive quantity consumed (which I found very... erm... pleasing by the way. Your chapters have their own designated folder on my harddrive. =3)

Actually, the blue pills I had mentioned are a sort from right here at home. The very same advertized all over the place to allow older couples to still have a fun evening, and younger pairs to... well, you get the picture. *grins*

As to the transformative nature of their seed.... Well, while it does have mutagenic effects, I had to add a few enhancers to kick-start the process. It's taken a few tries to get this critical step just right.

(In this story, I've tried to include a great many of my favorite kinks, TF being largest among them. Also, there's just so much more fun to be had when you get to drink lots of tasty stuff. P:

At the rate Fox was swallowing the stuff, might not have needed the enhancers huh? Practically has him drooling... and creaming for the stuff at the mear thought of it! Kinda makes me curious.... *staring distantly into the portal*

(Huge TF fan, and while I've never thought of myself as a cum inflation fan, I'm wrather quickly coming around!)

Well, the fluids themselves have a rather addictive effect. That was the largest factor in the hunting and killing of their kind. I've sampled it as well, though never again. It makes me too loopy.

( As for the volume he was drinking, I thought all the mass from his growth had to come from somewhere. P: No magical going against the basic laws of thermodynamics for this fox ^^
It always makes me so happy to hear someone's enjoyed Two Weeks as well. Is what makes me want to write it all the more.

(Going to add a new comment to continue this. Getting kinda cramped down here...)

So Fox, I guess all in all this has been a wrather turn for the better in the end, dispite the occasional bad events along the way. How do you feel so soon after laying your first clutch? Got any names picked out for your hatchlings?

I suppose things are at least a little okay. I mean, I get to be with Alan, right?
And how do I feel? Lighter! Not bloated... [authors note: little time has quite yet passed since laying, so there's still much to discover in that light]

No ideas for names yet, I never really gave that any thought. For so long I've just felt like all this was just dumped on me. Maybe I'll call one of them Bob... how I'll say that though. Not really sure.

Simply move your head up and down. Maybe once you get used to feeling less filled, and after you get your hatchlings to settle down, we could get the doctor to bring the question up again when you've got a moments peace to think about it.

*laughs* Suppose something like that, though I'm not too sure whether or not I want anything to do with them. I mean, I guess there's a connection, of sorts... Not really sure what they even look like though.

Well, should probably at least give them a chance... they are 1/3 yours after all...

I guess, ya. Though, I'm still not all that sure I want to go back in that water. That... thing in there is freaky.

Alan seems to like it... and it certain likes you! Wonder what it's going to do to/with the eggs... Doubt anything bad, otherwise Dr. Mertezi would be going nutso right about now!

Well, as long as it doesn't do anything to him. I swear, if it did hurt Alan I'd go down there and rip it to shreds... *growl*

They seem a bit agressive, though not quite deadly, but that's from just what I've seen, so you may be right being on your guard! Anyway, wanted to know if you were always attracted to men or if there was a turning point in your life. Had any other infatuations before Al- uh.. before your current crush?

Well, I guess I've always leaned toward men more. I just never looked at females, and the scent of some of them just curdled my whiskers. Ugg...
Before him, well... if it counts, I did have a sort of boy-crush in fifth grade. We were really close for a couple years, but after the end of seventh grade he moved someplace. Never kept in touch with him after that. *sigh*
Since him I was mostly just a loner. I can count all my friends on one paw, well... could

Well if it makes you feel any better, I can count all mine on one paw as well. If granted visitation, I'd be happy to come give you company sometime. What kind of things did you use to do for fun? Probably could bring some along with me.

Well, before all this, I loved to play RPGs and other games, both tabletop and consoles. Though that could be a little hard to do now. *titters*

I know a gaming store that sells jumbo diiiiiice!
Even a D100... think looks like a golf ball...

And surely with enough prodding we could convince the doc to splice some pressure pads into a controller format... he does have a portal to an alternate dimension, or so I hear... no DDR for you though... doubt even the heavy duty mats would survive...

I never could get the hang of those games, at least not on my feet.
Though, I bet I could put a mat to good use like that. Just have to figure out a way to get an idea like that across.

Really don't want anything to do with that crazy rabbit, though. Can't stand being anywhere near him.

Eh, we'll figure something out... *sets pad asside*leans forward*head propped up on hand, elbow on knee* So have you ever thought about what you wanted to do once you got out of highschool? College? A career maybe?

You know, I never gave it a whole lot of thought. I've been most interested in astronomy and technology before this, but I never really had a real direction. My life was sort of on autopilot. *slumps*
I suppose that I don't have to worry about that anymore though.

(Great... now I've gone and done it...)
What about favorite foods? You may be currently addicted to your... all liquid diet, but what about before? Maybe I could bring in a pizza! *looking him over* Or five....

You know, if anything I would love a good steak, cooked rare. No sauce or anything, just a good cut. *licks his chops, vicious teeth flashing*

*sees teeth and maw*shivers a bit*
Well, for right now I think I'm a bit wet-DRY! Dry of other questions so... *grabs pad*sits in lap* Rare steak, no condom-condoments... yes. *blush*

And I'd die for some decent onion rings. *drools slightly, savoring the memory in his maw*

Any chance I could snag a liter or two? Going to be crashing some post college test parties with some freinds in the weeks to come, and I've been trying to think what we should bring to spike the punch with! If not, think I could convince you to part with at least a sample for personal use?

Moving on, what about Mara's Sister? Where has she been all this time? Patiently waiting her turn?

I shall see what I can do, though storage and transportation of the stuff is a nightmare. It breaks down terribly fast, even in perfect conditions.

Well, I say sister, though for all intents and purposes she is Marra's clone, although imperfect; her brain is underdeveloped, and her eggs are sterile. Soon after she returned with Fox, I had to send her back to her owner.

I was quite lucky to meet Marra in the first place, though that tale is rather personal. As far as I'm aware, there are only a handful of free female wyverns left. The rest have been poached or killed.

Well I guess I shall have to cross off "Where did you meet Mara" off my list... *pen scratches against pad*mumbles* for now at least... *clears throat* So the number of females have severly lessened... well that bring up two questions actually... Seeing as Mara, Smith, and now Fox have all tributed to this recent clutch, is it safe to assume that it takes a set of 3 to succesfully breed instead of 2? And with so few females left free, what would be your guess as to about how many males and... *looks at Fox* ... would you call them carriers? About how many of them do you think may still be free?

Reproduction requires two males and a female. The subordinate male, usually the juvenile of the pair, will carry the eggs. However, the genetic code of the offspring is derived entirely from the other male, and female.
On their home planet the wild population of males is somewhere along the lines of eighty, maybe seventy males, and a few thousand females. Another fifty million or so in captivity, all male. *he looks sullen* Females are hunted as well, killed just for their eggs. People believe they have mystical powers of healing, or some nonsense.

This is an atrocity I could not stand for, but there was no way I would be able to save them. They're spread all over the cosmos, hunted on a daily basis by crime lords that own planets, among others. If I could at least give them a fresh start, a safe place to live, some place hidden from all that horror.

These first three wyrmlings will know no fear of shadows from above, ships scooping them out of the sky with nets. They will grow and live in peace.

I will make sure of it.

Well you are definatly commited. So do you have any plans for the future? So far this location has only been safe to a handfull of wyverns... There's also the question of what may lie outside of your garden, if there are natives that may find them invasive and try to have them removed... What can you tell me about this haven you've made for them? Complete confidentiality of course... off the record even! *sets pad asside*

Well, to make a long story short, The Garden is an artificial moon I've had commissioned. You would be amazed what you can get access to with enough resources. So, no worry about natives. It simulates conditions on their home planet to an incredible degree.

Beyond this, I've not planned for much of anything. It's my life's work.

Well it's certainly impressive... much more than I've ever thought to acomplish to say the least! But, not to change the subject so deliberatly, but I have at least one more question... what do you like to do in your spare time when you're not tending to the wyverns? If there is any downtime of course... *chuckle*

I've been quite consumed as of late. If I'm not directly working on this project, I'll be tending the grounds, logging ongoing research and studies. Some mornings I've even woken up with my head on the desk, rather than having gone back to bed like any sensible rabbit might. *chuckles*

With so much going on I guess you wouldn't have much free time... how about any relations? Anyone you've got your eye on? Havn't seen or heard much on that subject concerning you at all.

I've not gotten into any relationships, not beyond people I just know at least. I suppose my work is to blame for that.

Well I guess you love what you do. Certainly you probably get enough um... eye candy here... I mean, survival of a species it's practically in the job discription. Did you ever think you'd be here when you were younger?

When I had graduated from university, my idea for the future was just to be in a laboratory somewhere, working to develop the next Big thing. So, I suppose you could say I've more than achieved my early goals.

Speaking of developing big things, any thoughts on the soon-to-be hatchlings?

I'm going to let Marra care for them. The young need to mature in the most natural way possible, still monitored by myself of course.

Thought of any names for them yet? Or are you going to wait for personalities or markings to appear? Or maybe just let Marra do it? *shrugs*

I think I may let Alan work out names for them. Think I'd like him involved as much as I can manage.

I know a place that everyone says they have the best onion rings. You can smell 'em from the road. Like the smell, not so much the taste myself... more of a shrimp person myself... your tounge's... hanging out a bit there Fox... (Wow...) *shiver*

(I also find it interesting that half the page is you and me. And as where this topic is going, what can I say? I've hit rp mode... havn't done that in a long time... god I miss it...)

My tongue? Oh, sorry. *settles in his spot* Just a sort of habit that's developed over the last... month or so? However long it's been. Sort of hard to tell.

You okay there? Your scent's changed.

(Well, it's most certainly welcome. These characters have been in my head for ages now, but have never really gotten out to do stuff like this yet.)

Yeah... Yeah I'm fine... Quite aprehensile I must say...

(Quite a... well maw really... slight soft vore kink, but nothing I want to live... or die experianceing anyway...)

So um... senses! You can *clears throat* obviously smell me from over there... how're those experiances going? *adjusts seating*

Yeah, it's kind of weird. With my tongue so much longer now, it can do a fair bit more than it used to, and that's saying something. I guess something has to make up for a loss of hands though.

As far as senses go, I think my hearing isn't what it used to be, no proper ears to focus on sounds. My sight though, it's really still something I'm getting used to. Everything is so crisp and clear, no matter how far away I look. And color is really weird... I've figured that I can see infra-red, and I think into ultraviolet as well, Alan's fur glows out in the sunlight, and when the wind ripples over it... yeah, wow.

(Loss of hands... even I'm not that flexible...) *shiver*sets pad in lap, leans it against chest* Bet that nose of yours can smell those paws from here huh?

*sniffs at the air, maw gaping for a while afterward, churring aloud* Mmm, I can. He's been here, his scent lingers. It's actually kind of fun smelling things this well.
*eyes you with his odd, coppery-eyed stare*

(Geeze... is it that obvious?) Well... I'll see what I can do about that steak and onion rings. Yeah... onion rings... *stands to leave, holding pad close. Steps back to leave, but trips over the chair, falling to the floor. Quickly stands* I'll just uh... find my way out. *nervous chuckle*bends to grab pad*

You okay? I hope I didn't do anything to make you want to go. *shifts on his feet, moving a step closer*

Ooh... Thank you for telling us about Dasher! THis will be a major help for another friend of mine suffering with what you've got. x3

Actually, I'd have to say it's worse than yours right now, because she can't even type a sentence or two. To have conversations yesterday she had to go leaving voicemails to reply to IMs. >.<

I hope that the program works out well for her then. ^^