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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b]Night Flight Mishap[/b][/center][center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nHe hovered high above the city streets. The bat's wing-arms will fully extended, using the thermals coming up from the streets and nearby buildings to stay aloft with minimal effort. Gliding high over the buildings was a favorite pastime of his. That, and tinkering with tech. Austin Komori was the second half of Komori Labs, along with his cousin, Belle. She was a biologist and geneticist, specializing in cloning and genetic engineering. His field was technology, specifically bionics. He had been working on the next stage of cybernetics, that could read the impulses of the nerves the same as any flesh limb might. He had already tested a few things, and was ready for a full field test. All he needed was a test subject. He could probably find no shortage of volunteers among disabled veterans. Though it was just as likely to find someone on D-Gen who would be willing to have a limb chopped off and replaced. He'd already designed a dozen different limbs for different species. Feline arm with retractable claws, horse leg with a hoof-like base, a wing for a dragon, even a fully functional wing-arm like his own, or for an avian. Well, functional in theory, of course. It still needed the field test.\n\nHe had been spending a lot of time in the lab, hunched over his workstation or staring at his computer monitors. He needed a break, especially with the way Belle was acting. A rival, apparently one with ties to her parents, had revealed some cloning tech to D-Gen recently. Inferior tech to hers, but they had still beaten her to revealing to the site, and she had been in a fowl mood for days ever sense. All of which is why he decided to have a glide tonight. It was a fairly clear night, and he could see the lights from the city in the distance. The lab was located far outside of the main city, tucked away at the end of a long road. At least the house on top of it was, the lab itself was several levels below ground, well hidden away from prying eyes. The work they conducted was not exactly legal, and their methods were even less so.\n\nAs were their hobbies. Austin was doing one of his now. While hovering high above, he spotted a fox down on the street, all by herself. He could easily follow her with his echolocation, and it also gave him a fairly good idea of her looks. Tall, with a confident gait. Her clothing were tight, doing little to obscure him 'seeing' her athletic physique. He guessed she was probably in her 20's, or early 30's. Out for a late night jog, most likely. She'd make for a fine distraction. He might even bring her back to the lab later, once he was done. He hadn't designed a fox tail yet.\n\nHe checked around to make sure there were no others on the street, and no cars coming down the road. When he was sure she was secluded enough, he shifted his wings and tilted forward, diving down. He caught the wind before he fell too far, too fast, swooping back up a little as he approached the top of a street light. He followed, silently approaching from above. When he was sure he was within range to tackle her to the ground, he dove again. The moment he did, she spun around, pointing her hand at him. His eyes went wide as he realized there was something in her hand. Something gun-shaped. But it was too late to stop his descent. He tried anyway, tilting his whole body back to try and halt his momentum.\n\nThere was a puff as the thing in her hand went off, and something struck his chest. Then his world was pain, electricity coursing through his whole body. He let out a cry, but it was more of a croak, his throat tight and lungs spasming too much to make a louder sound. He fell out of the sky as his muscles seized and spasmed, hitting the ground a moment later, only to continue convulsing as the taser kept pouring electricity into him. When she finally relented, he gasped and panted on the sidewalk, his vision blurry and body aching.\n\nA shadow loomed over him as she stepped closer, giving the collapsed bat a sadistic smile. \"Aw, aren't you a cutie? And came right to me, too. I guess I'll take you.\" Before he could even get control of his body, a boot slammed into the side of his head, sending him fully into the blackness that had been clawing at his mind. He barely managed to make a grunt before going completely limp.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nSomething cold and wet drooled on his face. He grunted as it dragged him back to consciousness. A female voice spoke above him. \"Finally awake? I was worried I hit you too hard.\" He grunted and opened his eyes, only to wince at the harsh light above him. He tried to move, only to feel something constrict around the end of his wing. Something similar had his ankles bound, leaving him fully spread on his back. The floor under him was cold, stone or tile. He was also completely naked. He grunted, but couldn't speak, or even make much noise. In his mouth was some king of gag, held in place by a muzzle over his mouth and nose, strapped around to the back of his head. \"Sorry. Normally I love hearing voices, but you bats are a little too loud for me.\"\n\nHe finally managed to get his eyes open. Standing over him was the fox, a half-empty bottle of water in her hand. Probably what had poured over his face. He couldn't help but notice she was also completely naked. His original assessment had been a little off. Her body was quite toned, her legs, arms, and abs all showing clear definition. Her breasts were small, but perky. Brown hair was kept short, hanging only just to her shoulders. Though it framed her face a little as she looked down at him with bright green eyes and a wicked grin. \"You're a lot lighter than you look. Was an easy task dragging your limp body here.\"\n\nHe looked around. The room was large, but almost completely empty. It looked like an old office space of some kind, but devoid of any desks or cubicle walls. The actual walls were a bare shade of beige lacking any decoration. A set of large windows lined one wall, but he couldn't see anything out of them but the night sky. \"Darin-Walton Paper Company.\" He looked at the fox, confused. \"The offices. Closed down back in 2015. No one's been using them ever since. For some reason, the lights still work. Guess someone's still paying the bill.\" She shrugged. \"It works for me. No one comes here, so I have free reign of the place.\" Her wicked grin grew wider as she ran a foot against his wing. \"Means we get to have all sorts of fun together with no interruptions.\"\n\nHe struggled again, but whatever was binding him held tight. He looked, and saw a set of nylon straps around the ends of his wings. \"Took me a while to get those in place. Wings are tricky to deal with.\" The straps were tied to rings screwed into the ground. He figured the ones on his ankles were likely the same. Even with his enhanced strength, they held firmly against his tugging. \"Feisty little boy, aren't you?\" He looked back up as she stepped over his wing, careful not to step on the membrane connecting the end to his side. \"I like that.\" She crouched down, running a hand along his chest, fingers playing along his soft, white fur. \"Hopefully means you'll last more than a few minutes. Men always act so tough until things get rough.\"\n\nHer hand trailed down his belly, only to stop. \"Oh! Look at that!\" She giggled. \"With the way you look, I thought you were gay. Thought I'd have to do some coaxing to get this guy to wake up.\" She poked a finger at his hardening shaft. \"I guess not.\" He did have a fairly girlish look, with curvy hips and a thin waist. It was not uncommon for people to assume he was either a girl or gay man. The shaft she poked was growing hard quickly, though only somewhat from the attractive woman atop him. Adrenalin also had a factor, as did his rapidly beating heart. The shaft was long, standing at nearly nine inches once fully erect. It gradually tapered to a point, almost like a tendril, and had a slight S-shaped curve to it. \"Never seen a bat's cock before. They all look like yours?\" She didn't wait for a response, just started to stroke a hand along the shaft. \"Good size, too. Impressive.\"\n\nShe moved to straddle his hips, lowering herself down to sit on his legs. Her pussy rubbed against the base of his shaft. He could feel the heat coming off of her, and feel the moisture of her arousal. \"Mmm. Should be fun to try and get all of this in me. I'm sure you won't mind, will you?\" She giggled again, moving her hips to rub against him. \"Just hope you're not one of those one-pump chumps, or this will be a very short night for you.\" She reached over and picked up a wicked looking hunting knife from beside her. The long, thick blade was serrated at the base, slightly curved toward the tip, and it definitely looked sharp. The hilt even had a loop for one finger to prevent slipping if it was wet. \"I'd hate to [i]cut[/i] things short too quickly.\"\n\nHe stared at the blade with wide eyes, panting slightly. \"Oh, the hunter scared to be the prey?\" He turned to her, surprised. \"Oh, don't give me that look. I could see it in your eyes. You're a hunter. Like me. Out for a little late-night sport. Only you picked the wrong girl.\" She poked his belly with a finger. \"You're not as stealthy as you think. I heard you when you swooped down to follow me. That's why I always carry my taser. These streets are dangerous.\" She chuckled again, setting the knife down. \"But enough foreplay. Let's see how good you [i]really[/i] are.\"\n\nShe lifted her hips up, hovering her slit over his tip. Reaching down, she positioned him at her entrance, then slowly lowered herself. He tensed up as he felt her warm inner walls envelop him inch by inch. She let out a low moan as she slid down the length. \"Mmm, that's pretty good.\" She let out a breath as she got lower. \"Love how it gets wider as you go. Might need to hunt bats more often.\" She let out a louder moan as she continued down, taking more and move of him. He tensed up again as she squeezed around him. With one last bit of effort, she dropped the last inch down, taking his entire cock, the tip poking at the back of her tunnel.\n\nShe let out a shivering moan, letting herself adjust to the size. \"Mmm, that's nice.\" She took a deep breath, wiggling her hips a little. \"Oh, I guess since you're balls deep in my juicy cunt, I should probably introduce myself.\" She smiled at him, though it was hardly a friendly look. \"I'm Marina. Don't bothering introducing yourself. I'll just call you... hrm. You look like a Jamie to me.\" She shifted her hips up, only to drop back down again, making him make a muffled sound. \"You like that, Jamie?\" She started to slide up and down his shaft. \"You like feeling my wet cunt along your big, hard cock?\" When he didn't respond with anything more than a barely restrained groan, she suddenly slammed her fist against the side of his face. \"I asked you a question! Do you like feeling my cunt around your cock!?\"\n\nAustin winced, his face stinging from the blow. He was sure he'd have a bruise from it. He bit down on the gag, but nodded. \"Good.\" She started to rise and fall a little faster. \"Now don't you go blowing your load before I say so. I want to enjoy this.\" She moaned louder as her pace picked up a little. The wet sound of her bouncing echoed around the empty room. It gave him a good 'view' of everything around him, including where the door was. The metal door, so he wouldn't be splintering it open easily. Though he could also tell there was a heavy lock, likely closed tight and needing a key. The windows were an option, of course, since he could fly, but he'd need to get free of the bindings first.\n\nHe winced as her hands trailed along his chest again, toying with the small marks where the taser nodes had pierced into him. She'd pulled them out, but the nodes were usually barbed to keep from falling out, so the area was sore. He couldn't see, but there was also a bit of blood staining his fur where she'd pulled them out, though he wasn't bleeding anymore. \"Mmm, you were a good catch. This thing's bigger than I thought it'd be for a girly boi like you.\" She gasped slightly, squeezing around him. \"And I swear, it feels like it's moving around in there. Your big pecker squirming in me?\" She frowned, pulling her fist back again. \"Answer!\" He nodded quickly. His dick could 'squirm' a little, though it did it on its own, not something he controlled. \"Yeah, I'm definitely hunting another bat.\"\n\nShe bounced faster and harder, her moans turning into little cries. Her inner walls tightened around him, squeezing him over and over. She didn't hide her pleasure even slightly, or hold any of it back. His cock was left wet every time she slid up, her juices drooling down into his the fur at his crotch, leaving it damp. Her hips slapped against his each time she dropped back down, her puffy tail waving behind her excitedly. He tried to give another tug at his bindings, but they still held firmly. The tips of his fingers were going a little numb.\n\nShe must have interpreted his tugs as him trying to hold back. \"You're not about to blow, are you little guy?\" He shook his head. \"Good.\" She panted, moaning down at him as she caressed over his chest some more. \"You don't get to cum until after I do.\" She sat herself down, keeping him buried deep inside. \"And I want to have a little more fun with you before I cream on your admittedly enjoyable cock.\" She leaned over, picking the knife back up and holding it up. His eyes went wide. \"Oh, I'm not going to kill you.\" She leaned close. \"Not yet, anyway.\" She giggled, running the flat edge of the blade against his neck. \"Soon. But don't worry. I'll let you blow a load before I slice into this cute little throat.\" She kissed his cheek beside the muzzle. The same spot she'd punched before.\n\nSitting up, she looked at his right wing. \"No, I have something else in mind first.\" His eyes went wide, and he shook his head, making muffled pleas as she flipped the knife in her hand. She completely ignored, him bringing it down until the tip touched the membrane near his shoulder. Pressing down, she began to cut. He let out a cry of pain, as loud as the gag would allow. Blood started to seep out as she slid the blade down along his side, cutting with almost surgical precision, separating the stretched membrane from the side of his body. When she finished the cut, it sat limp, the tips of his fingers curled into a fist as he tugged at the restraints, squirming under her.\n\nMarina let out a louder cry of pleasure. \"That's it, boy. Struggle for me! I love that feeling! The smell of blood!\" She moaned again, squeezing around his cock. \"It really gets your blood pumping, doesn't it!?\" She let out a mirthless laugh, her hips moving in short bounces on him. \"Especially when it's another hunter! I bet you've never felt this kind of pain, have you!?\" She suddenly struck him again, harder this time. \"[i]Have you!?[/i]\" He nodded slowly. He'd burned his wing and chest when one of his experiments literally exploded in his face. His fur and flesh burning was definitely more painful, but this was easily close. \"You have?\" He nodded quickly, taking deep but rapid breaths. She looked disappointed. \"Well that won't do. I'll have to come up with something worse.\"\n\nShe giggled as he tensed up. \"Oh, your cock just twitched. Excited? Or just scared?\" It wasn't a question he could answer with a nod or shake of his head, so he just looked at her. \"Doesn't matter. It's all the same to me.\" She tapped the flat of the blade against her chin. \"Now... what to do...\" A sinister grin spread on her lips. \"Oh, I know.\" She placed the tip of the blade near his shoulder. \"If cutting the fleshy bit isn't enough, how about I just cut off the whole wing!?\" His eyes went as wide as they could, and he shook his head hard. \"No? Too fucking bad!\" She pressed the serrated part of the blade against him and started to carve into his flesh. He immediately started to thrash under her, screaming in agony as he felt her slicing deep into his wing. His hips bucked, trying to throw her off of him, blood pouring out around the deepening wound. But she managed to stay atop him, her pussy clenching as she carved down to his bone.\n\n\"Here comes the fun part!\" With one hand holding the hilt, she slammed her fist down against the dull side of the knife. His hollow bones cracked and splintered under the force, a new, burning agony shooting down his wing. She finished slicing the last bit of flesh away, then dropped the knife. \"Ah, fuck!\" She leaned against his chest, her hips slamming down against his thrashing body over and over. With a loud cry, she came. \"Yeah! Fuck!\" She slammed herself down on him again, holding him deep as she clamped hard around his cock, her juices drooling out onto his bucking hips.\n\nHe dared to look over at his shoulder, and he found he could lift it slightly. But the wing did not come with him, his shoulder ending only two inches from the base in a stump that drooled blood. With wide eyes, he saw his wing remain on the ground, laying limp and detached. Oddly, he could swear he still felt it, burning pain shooting all the way down to his fingertips. But when he tried to clench them, the thing remained motionless. He panted heavily, panic gripping him. He had hoped to find some way out of this, but now it was looking like there was no chance. Flying out the window was completely out of the question with only one wing. And Belle had no idea where he was.\n\nHe squeezed his eyes closed, feeling tears in them. \"Finally sinking in how fucked you are, little man?\" Marina let out another laugh, almost crazed sounding. \"You're not walking or flying out of here alive.\" She started to bounce on his lap again. \"But I'll give you a gift. You can cum now. I'll even let your pour a load up into my cunt. I know you men love to blow inside.\" She grunted as she slammed down against his hips. \"Can't knock me up. Got nothing to fertilize. Uncle Richie made sure of that when I was a kit. Before I cut his sorry throat open, anyway.\" She grunted again, squeezing hard around his shaft. \"So don't hold back. Give me all that cream.\" She panted heavily. \"Do it! Fucking fill me, you worthless shit! Or I'll just cut your goddamned head off! Guys always cum nice and hard once you remove what little bit of a brain they have!\"\n\nHe was only half-listening to her. But he was having a hard time holding anything back with the fiery pain along his missing wing. He squeezed his eyes shut again, feeling the pressure building deep inside his balls, rising quickly, despite everything. He panted and gasped, groaning and grunting. His cock twitched and squirmed a little more inside of her squeezing pussy, throbbing as his heart pounded in his chest hard. With a loud grunt, he came, unable to hold anything back. His cock erupted within her, spewing his seed in hard, powerful shots, splashing against the back of her pussy, filling her tunnel, and leaking out around the base. \"Holy shit! You're a fucking fire hose!\" She slammed herself down, mashing his spewing tip as deep as it could. \"Fucking hell, little man! You must have been pent up as hell! Gimme it all! Empty those balls and I promise not to cut 'em off.\" She chuckled. \"At least while you can feel it.\"\n\nHis hips bucked on their own as he continued to pump his load up into her. Then he collapsed under her, his energy gone, leaving him panting and shaking a little as shock started to set in. His body felt cold, except for his missing wing, which still felt like it was dipped under a pool of lava. \"All done?\" She pat his belly. \"Well, you did good, little man.\" She slid up and off of his shaft, which still squirmed a little once it was exposed to the cool air. Another little spit of seed came from the tip, splashing down onto his belly. She pat the shaft, making it twitch and wiggle slightly. \"Heh. This might make a nice trophy once I'm done. Have this guy stuffed and use it as my newest dildo. Though it won't be as fun without it wriggling around.\"\n\nShe held up the knife, grinning at him. He looked at it with trepidation. \"Oh, don't worry. The night's young. We're only just starting the fun.\" She looked at his other wing. \"Maybe I should make you a bit more even?\" She shook her head. \"Nah. I think I'll make you even more lopsided.\" With no warning, she suddenly jammed the blade into his right thigh, right near his hip. He let out another scream of agony as blood started to pour out of the new wound. His cock twitched on instinct as she started to carve into the meat, the blade soon hitting bone. As she start to cut around his femur, she laughed, his cock spitting a few more shots. \"Think you're into this.\" He tried to shake his head, only to scream as she continued to cut, almost half-way through the meat.\n\nShe stopped as something at the corner of her eye got her attention. \"The fuck was that?\" She looked at the window. She saw something glowing yellow flash by for a moment. She stood up, leaving the knife in his leg. \"What the fuck?\" The yellow thing appeared again, hovering in the air. It wasn't bright enough to be someone shining a light, and it was way too close to be a plane flying by. It also started to move, spinning slightly. And getting closer. \"Shit!\" The window suddenly exploded inward as something struck it.\n\nSomeone. Belle drove her foot through the glass, kicking it into a million pieces as she dove into the room, landing hard. She quickly folded her glowing wings down, shining gaze staring daggers at the fox. Still using the momentum from her landing, she leapt forward, enhanced strength in her legs propelling her forward like a shot. Her foot kicked out, catching the fox's head before she could react. Her goal was not to kick her, but instead she used talons designed to pierce rock and hold her upside down to grasp the woman's head. Planting her other foot down, she pivoted quickly, hurling the vixen across the room. Before Marina knew what was happening, her back was slamming into the wall, hard enough to dent it. She bounced off, hitting the ground and rolling a little.\n\nThe vixen coughed, pushing herself up. \"What... the actual fuck!?\" She slammed a fist on the ground, looking up, only to flinch as some glowing thing lashed out. She realized it was the luminescent bat's tongue, lapping against the side of her face. \"Ah!? The fuck?\" She pushed up and took a step back, wiping her hand against her face. \"And people say [i]I'm[/i] a freak!\" She looked again at Belle, quirking an eyebrow. \"Though I think that description fits you more.\" The bat standing in front of her was dressed in all black, though that obviously wasn't to keep her hidden. The membrane of her wings glowed a faint yellow-green, making her stand out in the dark easily, like a glow-in-the-dark sticker. Her eyes also shone bright yellow. When she licked her lips, Marina saw her tongue also had the same glow as the rest of her fleshy parts. Belle stood calmly, not taking any kind of fighting stance.\n\nMarina huffed. \"Think you're tough shit, whoever... whatever the fuck you are? I'll sho-\" She suddenly felt her legs grow weak as she tried to take a step. She normally would chalk that up to the nice orgasm she had. Austin's cum was still leaking from her pussy, too. But this was something else, a numbness that was spreading through her body. The worst was where she'd been licked, and the hand she'd wiped the spot with. She looked at her hand. \"W-what... the f-fuck...\" She tried to take another step, but she completely lost balance as her muscles refused to obey her. Her body collapsed to the ground in a heap, her face smacking against the ground as she couldn't protect herself from the fall even slightly. \"W-w-wha...\" Her throat clenched, refusing to form words.\n\nBelle crouched down. \"Neurotoxin. A potent paralytic. Jellyfish toxin.\" She pat the fox's cheek where she'd licked. \"You sit there and gasp. I have to tend to my cousin.\" She turned and moved over to Austin, who had watched her sudden entry and subsequently brief fight with the fox. Though his eyes looked very unfocused, since a good portion of his blood was painting the floor. She crouched down and unfastened the muzzle on his face. \"There. Breathe.\"\n\nHe panted heavily. \"B-Belle? H-how...\"\n\n\"Shh. It's fine. I'll explain at the lab.\" She started to unbuckle his wing. The one that was still attached, at least. When she looked back up, he wasn't looking at her anymore, his eyes closed. She put a hand on his neck to see if he had a pulse. She sighed. \"Passed out.\" She grunted as she moved to start working on the binding around his ankles. \"Though that'll change if I can't stop this bleeding.\" She shook his head. \"And this is why I keep telling you not to go too far form the lab, you idiot!\" She sighed again, using the knife to cut the straps and wrap it around his leg as a tourniquet. The separated wing... she would have to deal with later. She then looked at the vixen, who was still conscious, but fully paralyzed. \"And then there's you.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nAustin awoke to find, to his surprise, very little pain. Even more surprising was that he was waking up on an operating table, and not in a tank in a new body. His wing still tingled strangely, as did his right leg. The rest of his body felt very heavy and numb. He recognized the feeling. Some kind of general anesthetic. He opened his eyes slowly, staring up at the very familiar ceiling of the lab. He blinked several times, trying to sort the jumbled images in his mind. Belle had saved him. She was probably going to give him a good, stern talking to, as well. He was still naked, but a light sheet had been draped over him. Thankfully, the gag was out of his mouth. He flexed his fingers and toes to see if they were still working. Though he felt the ones on his right wing moving, so he couldn't be sure of anything he was feeling right now. A sluggish glance to the side confirmed it was still missing, ending in a stump at his shoulder. Though the stump was now wrapped in bandages, some blood seeping through.\n\nHe let out a heavy sigh. \"Oh. Welcome back.\" He looked to the side to see his cousin. The glowbat was sitting nearby, looking at a bunch of monitors on the wall. At least a few of them showed his vitals.\n\n\"H-How-\" He coughed as he tried to talk, his throat raspy and dry.\n\nA straw was suddenly in front of his mouth. \"Here. Drink. You've been out for almost two days.\" He grunted, putting his lips at the straw and sucking the water up. It was cool and instantly refreshing. \"More?\"\n\nHe nodded, taking another few long sips before he laid his head back down. \"Thanks.\" His voice was still a little rough, but less raspy. \"Two days?\"\n\nBelle nodded. \"Yeah. Not surprising with all the blood you were leaking.\" She crossed her arms over her chest. \"Almost lost you. Couldn't stabilize you at first. I was ready to prep a new body.\"\n\n\"Why... didn't you?\" They had the technology to transfer their whole mind into a new, cloned body. It was how they'd enhanced their physiology over the years, adding new species' traits or tweaking their own with each iteration. Though Belle's glow was from long before. She had been made that way by her parents, splicing jellyfish DNA into a fertilized egg from her mother. It also gave her the ability to produce the neurotoxins in her tongue, acting like a jellyfish's tendrils. Though she'd further enhanced that ability several times.\n\n\"Well, a few reasons. Good practice to see if I could save this body.\" She pat his chest gently. \"Also thought if you'd get a new one, you might want any new additions. It's been a while.\" She frowned a little. \"Also, because I was reading your experiment notes. I know you probably didn't expect to use yourself, but you've gotten to the testing phase, right? Nothing like trying something on yourself to see how it works.\"\n\nHe blinked a few times. \"M-my experiments?\"\n\n\"The cybernetics. Bionics. Whatever you want to call them.\" She motioned at his shoulder. \"I've cleaned up your wing... what's left of it...\" She then motioned down. \"And I'm afraid I also couldn't save your leg. Nerves had gotten severed and the damage was too deep.\"\n\nHe looked down at himself, though his body was still covered in the sheet. \"M-my... leg?\"\n\nBelle nodded, scooting down and lifting the sheet up to show his right leg ended mid-thigh. The end was also bandaged tightly. \"Yeah. That fox did quite a number on you. You're lucky she didn't get around to your ephemeral artery, or you [i]would[/i] be waking up in a tank. Newest test of your Alpha Project.\" The Alpha Project was a different kind of memory transfer. It allowed someone who died to inhabit a new body. So far, they had only tested it on one person, Carla Bondale, the wife of Belle's... for lack of a better term, 'son.' The goat Manny Komori, one of Belle's long-term projects, not fully a clone, but someone she had mixed and matched several species into at their inception, grown to adulthood quickly. Manny was the only one of the four that had survived. Neither of them knew where he was now... or at least Austin didn't. He was sure she knew where the man was at any given time.\n\nWhich brought another thought to his mind. \"How... did you find me?\"\n\nBelle shrugged, setting the sheet back down. \"Oh, that. You didn't answer when I called you. I saw the GPS on your tablet was somewhere outside the city. I came to see, expecting to find you having a bit of fun with some girl.\" She chuckled. \"Imagine my surprise when I find it's a girl having some fun with you, and you sitting in a pool of your own blood. How did that even happen?\"\n\nHe grunted. \"Hit me with a taser when I swooped in. Caught me by surprise.\"\n\n\"Ah. That explains the puncture marks on your chest. I thought she'd stabbed you with a needle or something.\" She sighed. \"I keep telling you to wear more tactical clothing when you're out.\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"It weighs me down.\" He glanced at his wing. \"Though I guess I'm a bit lighter now...\" He sighed. \"What did you do with her, anyway?\"\n\n\"The fox?\" Belle grinned. \"Oh, she's still alive. I hit her with a paralytic, but not the fatal one. Got her locked up and sedated in one of our specimen cages. I figured you'd want to deal with her yourself once you're back on your foot.\" He shot her a scornful look. \"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Though that does segue nicely into something we need to talk about. I'm going to need your help to craft your replacement limbs, if you want to try them out on yourself. I've studied your notes, so I can probably handle the installation. But you're the tech wiz, so you'll need to design the parts for fabrication. Unless you've already got something ready.\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"No. Each one will need to be custom made for each person to fit properly.\" He looked over at his wing stump, which still tingled oddly. \"And I can't be sedated for the process. The nerves need to be live to connect properly.\"\n\n\"Sound like it's gonna hurt.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yeah. Probably a lot.\" He set his head back down. \"Hopefully not as much as loosing it did...\"\n\n\"Well, if things go poorly, I can get a new body ready for you.\" She glanced at the monitor. \"Wing or leg?\"\n\nHe blinked. \"What?\"\n\n\"Which one would you like first? Wing or leg? I might not be able to get the thing fabricated while you rest, but I can read up on all your notes.\"\n\n\"Oh...\" He had to think. \"Wing. I can move around in a chair with one leg, but I can't help much with just one wing. If I have both, I can help craft the leg. And a new wing if things aren't quite right on the first beta test.\" He closed his eyes, fatigue suddenly overwhelming him. \"And rest sounds good. Think after being out for two days, I'd be more awake...\"\n\nBelle chuckled, gently stroking his forehead with a finger. \"Well, we're in no rush. That fox isn't going anywhere, and neither am I. You rest up. We'll start your new project once you're a bit more aware.\" He nodded slowly, letting out a soft sigh. Belle gave him a loving smile. She could bring him back if he had died, but she was glad he was alright. The fury she felt seeing him in that state had surprised her. She hadn't realized just how attached she'd gotten to the young man after all this time. Though she was pretty bad at expressing those sorts of feelings. She hoped he was aware. He probably was. He was the more sensitive of the two. She spoke softly. \"Sleep well, Austin.\" He let out a mumble that wasn't words, already drifting off to sleep.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]To Be Continued[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Night Flight Mishap
By XP Author


He hovered high above the city streets. The bat's wing-arms will fully extended, using the thermals coming up from the streets and nearby buildings to stay aloft with minimal effort. Gliding high over the buildings was a favorite pastime of his. That, and tinkering with tech. Austin Komori was the second half of Komori Labs, along with his cousin, Belle. She was a biologist and geneticist, specializing in cloning and genetic engineering. His field was technology, specifically bionics. He had been working on the next stage of cybernetics, that could read the impulses of the nerves the same as any flesh limb might. He had already tested a few things, and was ready for a full field test. All he needed was a test subject. He could probably find no shortage of volunteers among disabled veterans. Though it was just as likely to find someone on D-Gen who would be willing to have a limb chopped off and replaced. He'd already designed a dozen different limbs for different species. Feline arm with retractable claws, horse leg with a hoof-like base, a wing for a dragon, even a fully functional wing-arm like his own, or for an avian. Well, functional in theory, of course. It still needed the field test.

He had been spending a lot of time in the lab, hunched over his workstation or staring at his computer monitors. He needed a break, especially with the way Belle was acting. A rival, apparently one with ties to her parents, had revealed some cloning tech to D-Gen recently. Inferior tech to hers, but they had still beaten her to revealing to the site, and she had been in a fowl mood for days ever sense. All of which is why he decided to have a glide tonight. It was a fairly clear night, and he could see the lights from the city in the distance. The lab was located far outside of the main city, tucked away at the end of a long road. At least the house on top of it was, the lab itself was several levels below ground, well hidden away from prying eyes. The work they conducted was not exactly legal, and their methods were even less so.

As were their hobbies. Austin was doing one of his now. While hovering high above, he spotted a fox down on the street, all by herself. He could easily follow her with his echolocation, and it also gave him a fairly good idea of her looks. Tall, with a confident gait. Her clothing were tight, doing little to obscure him 'seeing' her athletic physique. He guessed she was probably in her 20's, or early 30's. Out for a late night jog, most likely. She'd make for a fine distraction. He might even bring her back to the lab later, once he was done. He hadn't designed a fox tail yet.

He checked around to make sure there were no others on the street, and no cars coming down the road. When he was sure she was secluded enough, he shifted his wings and tilted forward, diving down. He caught the wind before he fell too far, too fast, swooping back up a little as he approached the top of a street light. He followed, silently approaching from above. When he was sure he was within range to tackle her to the ground, he dove again. The moment he did, she spun around, pointing her hand at him. His eyes went wide as he realized there was something in her hand. Something gun-shaped. But it was too late to stop his descent. He tried anyway, tilting his whole body back to try and halt his momentum.

There was a puff as the thing in her hand went off, and something struck his chest. Then his world was pain, electricity coursing through his whole body. He let out a cry, but it was more of a croak, his throat tight and lungs spasming too much to make a louder sound. He fell out of the sky as his muscles seized and spasmed, hitting the ground a moment later, only to continue convulsing as the taser kept pouring electricity into him. When she finally relented, he gasped and panted on the sidewalk, his vision blurry and body aching.

A shadow loomed over him as she stepped closer, giving the collapsed bat a sadistic smile. "Aw, aren't you a cutie? And came right to me, too. I guess I'll take you." Before he could even get control of his body, a boot slammed into the side of his head, sending him fully into the blackness that had been clawing at his mind. He barely managed to make a grunt before going completely limp.

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Something cold and wet drooled on his face. He grunted as it dragged him back to consciousness. A female voice spoke above him. "Finally awake? I was worried I hit you too hard." He grunted and opened his eyes, only to wince at the harsh light above him. He tried to move, only to feel something constrict around the end of his wing. Something similar had his ankles bound, leaving him fully spread on his back. The floor under him was cold, stone or tile. He was also completely naked. He grunted, but couldn't speak, or even make much noise. In his mouth was some king of gag, held in place by a muzzle over his mouth and nose, strapped around to the back of his head. "Sorry. Normally I love hearing voices, but you bats are a little too loud for me."

He finally managed to get his eyes open. Standing over him was the fox, a half-empty bottle of water in her hand. Probably what had poured over his face. He couldn't help but notice she was also completely naked. His original assessment had been a little off. Her body was quite toned, her legs, arms, and abs all showing clear definition. Her breasts were small, but perky. Brown hair was kept short, hanging only just to her shoulders. Though it framed her face a little as she looked down at him with bright green eyes and a wicked grin. "You're a lot lighter than you look. Was an easy task dragging your limp body here."

He looked around. The room was large, but almost completely empty. It looked like an old office space of some kind, but devoid of any desks or cubicle walls. The actual walls were a bare shade of beige lacking any decoration. A set of large windows lined one wall, but he couldn't see anything out of them but the night sky. "Darin-Walton Paper Company." He looked at the fox, confused. "The offices. Closed down back in 2015. No one's been using them ever since. For some reason, the lights still work. Guess someone's still paying the bill." She shrugged. "It works for me. No one comes here, so I have free reign of the place." Her wicked grin grew wider as she ran a foot against his wing. "Means we get to have all sorts of fun together with no interruptions."

He struggled again, but whatever was binding him held tight. He looked, and saw a set of nylon straps around the ends of his wings. "Took me a while to get those in place. Wings are tricky to deal with." The straps were tied to rings screwed into the ground. He figured the ones on his ankles were likely the same. Even with his enhanced strength, they held firmly against his tugging. "Feisty little boy, aren't you?" He looked back up as she stepped over his wing, careful not to step on the membrane connecting the end to his side. "I like that." She crouched down, running a hand along his chest, fingers playing along his soft, white fur. "Hopefully means you'll last more than a few minutes. Men always act so tough until things get rough."

Her hand trailed down his belly, only to stop. "Oh! Look at that!" She giggled. "With the way you look, I thought you were gay. Thought I'd have to do some coaxing to get this guy to wake up." She poked a finger at his hardening shaft. "I guess not." He did have a fairly girlish look, with curvy hips and a thin waist. It was not uncommon for people to assume he was either a girl or gay man. The shaft she poked was growing hard quickly, though only somewhat from the attractive woman atop him. Adrenalin also had a factor, as did his rapidly beating heart. The shaft was long, standing at nearly nine inches once fully erect. It gradually tapered to a point, almost like a tendril, and had a slight S-shaped curve to it. "Never seen a bat's cock before. They all look like yours?" She didn't wait for a response, just started to stroke a hand along the shaft. "Good size, too. Impressive."

She moved to straddle his hips, lowering herself down to sit on his legs. Her pussy rubbed against the base of his shaft. He could feel the heat coming off of her, and feel the moisture of her arousal. "Mmm. Should be fun to try and get all of this in me. I'm sure you won't mind, will you?" She giggled again, moving her hips to rub against him. "Just hope you're not one of those one-pump chumps, or this will be a very short night for you." She reached over and picked up a wicked looking hunting knife from beside her. The long, thick blade was serrated at the base, slightly curved toward the tip, and it definitely looked sharp. The hilt even had a loop for one finger to prevent slipping if it was wet. "I'd hate to cut things short too quickly."

He stared at the blade with wide eyes, panting slightly. "Oh, the hunter scared to be the prey?" He turned to her, surprised. "Oh, don't give me that look. I could see it in your eyes. You're a hunter. Like me. Out for a little late-night sport. Only you picked the wrong girl." She poked his belly with a finger. "You're not as stealthy as you think. I heard you when you swooped down to follow me. That's why I always carry my taser. These streets are dangerous." She chuckled again, setting the knife down. "But enough foreplay. Let's see how good you really are."

She lifted her hips up, hovering her slit over his tip. Reaching down, she positioned him at her entrance, then slowly lowered herself. He tensed up as he felt her warm inner walls envelop him inch by inch. She let out a low moan as she slid down the length. "Mmm, that's pretty good." She let out a breath as she got lower. "Love how it gets wider as you go. Might need to hunt bats more often." She let out a louder moan as she continued down, taking more and move of him. He tensed up again as she squeezed around him. With one last bit of effort, she dropped the last inch down, taking his entire cock, the tip poking at the back of her tunnel.

She let out a shivering moan, letting herself adjust to the size. "Mmm, that's nice." She took a deep breath, wiggling her hips a little. "Oh, I guess since you're balls deep in my juicy cunt, I should probably introduce myself." She smiled at him, though it was hardly a friendly look. "I'm Marina. Don't bothering introducing yourself. I'll just call you... hrm. You look like a Jamie to me." She shifted her hips up, only to drop back down again, making him make a muffled sound. "You like that, Jamie?" She started to slide up and down his shaft. "You like feeling my wet cunt along your big, hard cock?" When he didn't respond with anything more than a barely restrained groan, she suddenly slammed her fist against the side of his face. "I asked you a question! Do you like feeling my cunt around your cock!?"

Austin winced, his face stinging from the blow. He was sure he'd have a bruise from it. He bit down on the gag, but nodded. "Good." She started to rise and fall a little faster. "Now don't you go blowing your load before I say so. I want to enjoy this." She moaned louder as her pace picked up a little. The wet sound of her bouncing echoed around the empty room. It gave him a good 'view' of everything around him, including where the door was. The metal door, so he wouldn't be splintering it open easily. Though he could also tell there was a heavy lock, likely closed tight and needing a key. The windows were an option, of course, since he could fly, but he'd need to get free of the bindings first.

He winced as her hands trailed along his chest again, toying with the small marks where the taser nodes had pierced into him. She'd pulled them out, but the nodes were usually barbed to keep from falling out, so the area was sore. He couldn't see, but there was also a bit of blood staining his fur where she'd pulled them out, though he wasn't bleeding anymore. "Mmm, you were a good catch. This thing's bigger than I thought it'd be for a girly boi like you." She gasped slightly, squeezing around him. "And I swear, it feels like it's moving around in there. Your big pecker squirming in me?" She frowned, pulling her fist back again. "Answer!" He nodded quickly. His dick could 'squirm' a little, though it did it on its own, not something he controlled. "Yeah, I'm definitely hunting another bat."

She bounced faster and harder, her moans turning into little cries. Her inner walls tightened around him, squeezing him over and over. She didn't hide her pleasure even slightly, or hold any of it back. His cock was left wet every time she slid up, her juices drooling down into his the fur at his crotch, leaving it damp. Her hips slapped against his each time she dropped back down, her puffy tail waving behind her excitedly. He tried to give another tug at his bindings, but they still held firmly. The tips of his fingers were going a little numb.

She must have interpreted his tugs as him trying to hold back. "You're not about to blow, are you little guy?" He shook his head. "Good." She panted, moaning down at him as she caressed over his chest some more. "You don't get to cum until after I do." She sat herself down, keeping him buried deep inside. "And I want to have a little more fun with you before I cream on your admittedly enjoyable cock." She leaned over, picking the knife back up and holding it up. His eyes went wide. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you." She leaned close. "Not yet, anyway." She giggled, running the flat edge of the blade against his neck. "Soon. But don't worry. I'll let you blow a load before I slice into this cute little throat." She kissed his cheek beside the muzzle. The same spot she'd punched before.

Sitting up, she looked at his right wing. "No, I have something else in mind first." His eyes went wide, and he shook his head, making muffled pleas as she flipped the knife in her hand. She completely ignored, him bringing it down until the tip touched the membrane near his shoulder. Pressing down, she began to cut. He let out a cry of pain, as loud as the gag would allow. Blood started to seep out as she slid the blade down along his side, cutting with almost surgical precision, separating the stretched membrane from the side of his body. When she finished the cut, it sat limp, the tips of his fingers curled into a fist as he tugged at the restraints, squirming under her.

Marina let out a louder cry of pleasure. "That's it, boy. Struggle for me! I love that feeling! The smell of blood!" She moaned again, squeezing around his cock. "It really gets your blood pumping, doesn't it!?" She let out a mirthless laugh, her hips moving in short bounces on him. "Especially when it's another hunter! I bet you've never felt this kind of pain, have you!?" She suddenly struck him again, harder this time. "Have you!?" He nodded slowly. He'd burned his wing and chest when one of his experiments literally exploded in his face. His fur and flesh burning was definitely more painful, but this was easily close. "You have?" He nodded quickly, taking deep but rapid breaths. She looked disappointed. "Well that won't do. I'll have to come up with something worse."

She giggled as he tensed up. "Oh, your cock just twitched. Excited? Or just scared?" It wasn't a question he could answer with a nod or shake of his head, so he just looked at her. "Doesn't matter. It's all the same to me." She tapped the flat of the blade against her chin. "Now... what to do..." A sinister grin spread on her lips. "Oh, I know." She placed the tip of the blade near his shoulder. "If cutting the fleshy bit isn't enough, how about I just cut off the whole wing!?" His eyes went as wide as they could, and he shook his head hard. "No? Too fucking bad!" She pressed the serrated part of the blade against him and started to carve into his flesh. He immediately started to thrash under her, screaming in agony as he felt her slicing deep into his wing. His hips bucked, trying to throw her off of him, blood pouring out around the deepening wound. But she managed to stay atop him, her pussy clenching as she carved down to his bone.

"Here comes the fun part!" With one hand holding the hilt, she slammed her fist down against the dull side of the knife. His hollow bones cracked and splintered under the force, a new, burning agony shooting down his wing. She finished slicing the last bit of flesh away, then dropped the knife. "Ah, fuck!" She leaned against his chest, her hips slamming down against his thrashing body over and over. With a loud cry, she came. "Yeah! Fuck!" She slammed herself down on him again, holding him deep as she clamped hard around his cock, her juices drooling out onto his bucking hips.

He dared to look over at his shoulder, and he found he could lift it slightly. But the wing did not come with him, his shoulder ending only two inches from the base in a stump that drooled blood. With wide eyes, he saw his wing remain on the ground, laying limp and detached. Oddly, he could swear he still felt it, burning pain shooting all the way down to his fingertips. But when he tried to clench them, the thing remained motionless. He panted heavily, panic gripping him. He had hoped to find some way out of this, but now it was looking like there was no chance. Flying out the window was completely out of the question with only one wing. And Belle had no idea where he was.

He squeezed his eyes closed, feeling tears in them. "Finally sinking in how fucked you are, little man?" Marina let out another laugh, almost crazed sounding. "You're not walking or flying out of here alive." She started to bounce on his lap again. "But I'll give you a gift. You can cum now. I'll even let your pour a load up into my cunt. I know you men love to blow inside." She grunted as she slammed down against his hips. "Can't knock me up. Got nothing to fertilize. Uncle Richie made sure of that when I was a kit. Before I cut his sorry throat open, anyway." She grunted again, squeezing hard around his shaft. "So don't hold back. Give me all that cream." She panted heavily. "Do it! Fucking fill me, you worthless shit! Or I'll just cut your goddamned head off! Guys always cum nice and hard once you remove what little bit of a brain they have!"

He was only half-listening to her. But he was having a hard time holding anything back with the fiery pain along his missing wing. He squeezed his eyes shut again, feeling the pressure building deep inside his balls, rising quickly, despite everything. He panted and gasped, groaning and grunting. His cock twitched and squirmed a little more inside of her squeezing pussy, throbbing as his heart pounded in his chest hard. With a loud grunt, he came, unable to hold anything back. His cock erupted within her, spewing his seed in hard, powerful shots, splashing against the back of her pussy, filling her tunnel, and leaking out around the base. "Holy shit! You're a fucking fire hose!" She slammed herself down, mashing his spewing tip as deep as it could. "Fucking hell, little man! You must have been pent up as hell! Gimme it all! Empty those balls and I promise not to cut 'em off." She chuckled. "At least while you can feel it."

His hips bucked on their own as he continued to pump his load up into her. Then he collapsed under her, his energy gone, leaving him panting and shaking a little as shock started to set in. His body felt cold, except for his missing wing, which still felt like it was dipped under a pool of lava. "All done?" She pat his belly. "Well, you did good, little man." She slid up and off of his shaft, which still squirmed a little once it was exposed to the cool air. Another little spit of seed came from the tip, splashing down onto his belly. She pat the shaft, making it twitch and wiggle slightly. "Heh. This might make a nice trophy once I'm done. Have this guy stuffed and use it as my newest dildo. Though it won't be as fun without it wriggling around."

She held up the knife, grinning at him. He looked at it with trepidation. "Oh, don't worry. The night's young. We're only just starting the fun." She looked at his other wing. "Maybe I should make you a bit more even?" She shook her head. "Nah. I think I'll make you even more lopsided." With no warning, she suddenly jammed the blade into his right thigh, right near his hip. He let out another scream of agony as blood started to pour out of the new wound. His cock twitched on instinct as she started to carve into the meat, the blade soon hitting bone. As she start to cut around his femur, she laughed, his cock spitting a few more shots. "Think you're into this." He tried to shake his head, only to scream as she continued to cut, almost half-way through the meat.

She stopped as something at the corner of her eye got her attention. "The fuck was that?" She looked at the window. She saw something glowing yellow flash by for a moment. She stood up, leaving the knife in his leg. "What the fuck?" The yellow thing appeared again, hovering in the air. It wasn't bright enough to be someone shining a light, and it was way too close to be a plane flying by. It also started to move, spinning slightly. And getting closer. "Shit!" The window suddenly exploded inward as something struck it.

Someone. Belle drove her foot through the glass, kicking it into a million pieces as she dove into the room, landing hard. She quickly folded her glowing wings down, shining gaze staring daggers at the fox. Still using the momentum from her landing, she leapt forward, enhanced strength in her legs propelling her forward like a shot. Her foot kicked out, catching the fox's head before she could react. Her goal was not to kick her, but instead she used talons designed to pierce rock and hold her upside down to grasp the woman's head. Planting her other foot down, she pivoted quickly, hurling the vixen across the room. Before Marina knew what was happening, her back was slamming into the wall, hard enough to dent it. She bounced off, hitting the ground and rolling a little.

The vixen coughed, pushing herself up. "What... the actual fuck!?" She slammed a fist on the ground, looking up, only to flinch as some glowing thing lashed out. She realized it was the luminescent bat's tongue, lapping against the side of her face. "Ah!? The fuck?" She pushed up and took a step back, wiping her hand against her face. "And people say I'm a freak!" She looked again at Belle, quirking an eyebrow. "Though I think that description fits you more." The bat standing in front of her was dressed in all black, though that obviously wasn't to keep her hidden. The membrane of her wings glowed a faint yellow-green, making her stand out in the dark easily, like a glow-in-the-dark sticker. Her eyes also shone bright yellow. When she licked her lips, Marina saw her tongue also had the same glow as the rest of her fleshy parts. Belle stood calmly, not taking any kind of fighting stance.

Marina huffed. "Think you're tough shit, whoever... whatever the fuck you are? I'll sho-" She suddenly felt her legs grow weak as she tried to take a step. She normally would chalk that up to the nice orgasm she had. Austin's cum was still leaking from her pussy, too. But this was something else, a numbness that was spreading through her body. The worst was where she'd been licked, and the hand she'd wiped the spot with. She looked at her hand. "W-what... the f-fuck..." She tried to take another step, but she completely lost balance as her muscles refused to obey her. Her body collapsed to the ground in a heap, her face smacking against the ground as she couldn't protect herself from the fall even slightly. "W-w-wha..." Her throat clenched, refusing to form words.

Belle crouched down. "Neurotoxin. A potent paralytic. Jellyfish toxin." She pat the fox's cheek where she'd licked. "You sit there and gasp. I have to tend to my cousin." She turned and moved over to Austin, who had watched her sudden entry and subsequently brief fight with the fox. Though his eyes looked very unfocused, since a good portion of his blood was painting the floor. She crouched down and unfastened the muzzle on his face. "There. Breathe."

He panted heavily. "B-Belle? H-how..."

"Shh. It's fine. I'll explain at the lab." She started to unbuckle his wing. The one that was still attached, at least. When she looked back up, he wasn't looking at her anymore, his eyes closed. She put a hand on his neck to see if he had a pulse. She sighed. "Passed out." She grunted as she moved to start working on the binding around his ankles. "Though that'll change if I can't stop this bleeding." She shook his head. "And this is why I keep telling you not to go too far form the lab, you idiot!" She sighed again, using the knife to cut the straps and wrap it around his leg as a tourniquet. The separated wing... she would have to deal with later. She then looked at the vixen, who was still conscious, but fully paralyzed. "And then there's you."

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Austin awoke to find, to his surprise, very little pain. Even more surprising was that he was waking up on an operating table, and not in a tank in a new body. His wing still tingled strangely, as did his right leg. The rest of his body felt very heavy and numb. He recognized the feeling. Some kind of general anesthetic. He opened his eyes slowly, staring up at the very familiar ceiling of the lab. He blinked several times, trying to sort the jumbled images in his mind. Belle had saved him. She was probably going to give him a good, stern talking to, as well. He was still naked, but a light sheet had been draped over him. Thankfully, the gag was out of his mouth. He flexed his fingers and toes to see if they were still working. Though he felt the ones on his right wing moving, so he couldn't be sure of anything he was feeling right now. A sluggish glance to the side confirmed it was still missing, ending in a stump at his shoulder. Though the stump was now wrapped in bandages, some blood seeping through.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Oh. Welcome back." He looked to the side to see his cousin. The glowbat was sitting nearby, looking at a bunch of monitors on the wall. At least a few of them showed his vitals.

"H-How-" He coughed as he tried to talk, his throat raspy and dry.

A straw was suddenly in front of his mouth. "Here. Drink. You've been out for almost two days." He grunted, putting his lips at the straw and sucking the water up. It was cool and instantly refreshing. "More?"

He nodded, taking another few long sips before he laid his head back down. "Thanks." His voice was still a little rough, but less raspy. "Two days?"

Belle nodded. "Yeah. Not surprising with all the blood you were leaking." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Almost lost you. Couldn't stabilize you at first. I was ready to prep a new body."

"Why... didn't you?" They had the technology to transfer their whole mind into a new, cloned body. It was how they'd enhanced their physiology over the years, adding new species' traits or tweaking their own with each iteration. Though Belle's glow was from long before. She had been made that way by her parents, splicing jellyfish DNA into a fertilized egg from her mother. It also gave her the ability to produce the neurotoxins in her tongue, acting like a jellyfish's tendrils. Though she'd further enhanced that ability several times.

"Well, a few reasons. Good practice to see if I could save this body." She pat his chest gently. "Also thought if you'd get a new one, you might want any new additions. It's been a while." She frowned a little. "Also, because I was reading your experiment notes. I know you probably didn't expect to use yourself, but you've gotten to the testing phase, right? Nothing like trying something on yourself to see how it works."

He blinked a few times. "M-my experiments?"

"The cybernetics. Bionics. Whatever you want to call them." She motioned at his shoulder. "I've cleaned up your wing... what's left of it..." She then motioned down. "And I'm afraid I also couldn't save your leg. Nerves had gotten severed and the damage was too deep."

He looked down at himself, though his body was still covered in the sheet. "M-my... leg?"

Belle nodded, scooting down and lifting the sheet up to show his right leg ended mid-thigh. The end was also bandaged tightly. "Yeah. That fox did quite a number on you. You're lucky she didn't get around to your ephemeral artery, or you would be waking up in a tank. Newest test of your Alpha Project." The Alpha Project was a different kind of memory transfer. It allowed someone who died to inhabit a new body. So far, they had only tested it on one person, Carla Bondale, the wife of Belle's... for lack of a better term, 'son.' The goat Manny Komori, one of Belle's long-term projects, not fully a clone, but someone she had mixed and matched several species into at their inception, grown to adulthood quickly. Manny was the only one of the four that had survived. Neither of them knew where he was now... or at least Austin didn't. He was sure she knew where the man was at any given time.

Which brought another thought to his mind. "How... did you find me?"

Belle shrugged, setting the sheet back down. "Oh, that. You didn't answer when I called you. I saw the GPS on your tablet was somewhere outside the city. I came to see, expecting to find you having a bit of fun with some girl." She chuckled. "Imagine my surprise when I find it's a girl having some fun with you, and you sitting in a pool of your own blood. How did that even happen?"

He grunted. "Hit me with a taser when I swooped in. Caught me by surprise."

"Ah. That explains the puncture marks on your chest. I thought she'd stabbed you with a needle or something." She sighed. "I keep telling you to wear more tactical clothing when you're out."

He shook his head. "It weighs me down." He glanced at his wing. "Though I guess I'm a bit lighter now..." He sighed. "What did you do with her, anyway?"

"The fox?" Belle grinned. "Oh, she's still alive. I hit her with a paralytic, but not the fatal one. Got her locked up and sedated in one of our specimen cages. I figured you'd want to deal with her yourself once you're back on your foot." He shot her a scornful look. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Though that does segue nicely into something we need to talk about. I'm going to need your help to craft your replacement limbs, if you want to try them out on yourself. I've studied your notes, so I can probably handle the installation. But you're the tech wiz, so you'll need to design the parts for fabrication. Unless you've already got something ready."

He shook his head. "No. Each one will need to be custom made for each person to fit properly." He looked over at his wing stump, which still tingled oddly. "And I can't be sedated for the process. The nerves need to be live to connect properly."

"Sound like it's gonna hurt."

He nodded. "Yeah. Probably a lot." He set his head back down. "Hopefully not as much as loosing it did..."

"Well, if things go poorly, I can get a new body ready for you." She glanced at the monitor. "Wing or leg?"

He blinked. "What?"

"Which one would you like first? Wing or leg? I might not be able to get the thing fabricated while you rest, but I can read up on all your notes."

"Oh..." He had to think. "Wing. I can move around in a chair with one leg, but I can't help much with just one wing. If I have both, I can help craft the leg. And a new wing if things aren't quite right on the first beta test." He closed his eyes, fatigue suddenly overwhelming him. "And rest sounds good. Think after being out for two days, I'd be more awake..."

Belle chuckled, gently stroking his forehead with a finger. "Well, we're in no rush. That fox isn't going anywhere, and neither am I. You rest up. We'll start your new project once you're a bit more aware." He nodded slowly, letting out a soft sigh. Belle gave him a loving smile. She could bring him back if he had died, but she was glad he was alright. The fury she felt seeing him in that state had surprised her. She hadn't realized just how attached she'd gotten to the young man after all this time. Though she was pretty bad at expressing those sorts of feelings. She hoped he was aware. He probably was. He was the more sensitive of the two. She spoke softly. "Sleep well, Austin." He let out a mumble that wasn't words, already drifting off to sleep.

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To Be Continued
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