2. Recovery

I wake up in a hospital. My tail is now fully covered in a roller bandage. After a while, the doctor—a very friendly frog man—visits me and tells me that the regeneration of scales will take about a week. So, I cannot move around until then. I sigh - sitting here for a week sounds incredibly boring, especially when I know that villains are getting way more active.

My next guest is Miss Vox. She gently scolds me about the lost villain, but after all, it was quite a good move - Gravechill went after us, so Tailblade, who got a lot of injuries, was saved. The Council believes that it’s better that whatever secret that girl knows is going to the Natural Disaster group rather than Phantoms.

“But why?”

“I’ll be honest. It’s not a popular opinion, but for me, the Natural Disaster is more like a group of hormonal teenagers throwing a tantrum, completely incapable of rational thought. Same as Wildcards. They are a pain in Guardians’ ass but a way less dangerous one. People like in Phantoms or, I dunno, Iron Vices are real monsters. They want to destroy society as a whole or people in general. One group is a wildfire, unpredictable and uncontrollable. The other is poison, creeping and relentless.”

“Huh…” I think about that girl’s actions. Seems legit.

“By the way, Tailblade is in the same hospital. If you want, you can visit him.” She winks at me. “I heard that you like reptilian heroes more.”

I blush a bit, frown and turn to the side. I appreciate him but don’t paint me as a fangirl. With a smile, the oni exits the room, waving me at the door.

After half an hour, the nurse brings me a basket containing a bottle and a bunch of apples. She says it is from my friends, who can’t visit me personally due to the hospital rules. Friends? The only friend who knew that I was going to be a hero was Mary. Is it from her? I check my phone, but I don’t see any missed calls or messages that could help me understand whose the present is.

Carefully checking the basket, I find a letter with a childish drawing of a snake and a fish with a heart between them and a short text: “Vitamins for better regeneration!” The bottle without any label contains something like water, with no color or smell. Apples seem to be washed.

I think for a moment, and start eating apples - the hospital food is very dull, so at least there’s some tasty stuff. They are very juicy and flavorful, and quickly, I want to drink something. Thinking about that water - they won’t poison me, right? I don’t see any reason for them to do so, especially after Ms. Vox’s explanation.

So, I drink. The water has a slight taste, but it is hard to tell what it is. But it’s not bad. Reading news from my phone becomes boring relatively fast, and I fall asleep.

Waking up was quite rough. My whole body feels so hot, especially in my crotch area. I want to release that feeling.

My hands move to the sides of the bed and lower my shorts. A slightly red sprout is coming out of the slit - I’m too aroused to notice any changes, even those big ones. My fingers move around it, making me moan in pleasure, but that’s not enough - I want more. The only thing that I can find nearby is a pillow, but it’s good enough, as it will just be a way to muffle the sounds. I sit up, press the pillow under my crotch, and start to grind it against the sprout. That makes my moans become louder and my desire to move harder. My tail and hips are now working on their own, and I don’t even feel the bandage that was wrapped around my tail. It’s like my mind was clouded, and I can’t think properly - just act. The sounds that are coming out of me sound unfamiliar to my ears - they’re so high-pitched and erotic. I want more pleasure. I want to release my lust, which is burning my body like a forest fire. I need more…

I stop moving and take a look at the sprout. Now, it has transformed into a long, thin cock with a pretty red glan that has a strange smell coming out of it. The base is hidden between two scaly lips, and some pre-cum is leaking from the urethra, running down the whole shaft and slowly falling down onto the pillow. It feels good… so good… I want more.

My right hand is on my cock, slowly pumping it up and down. It’s not enough for my needs, and my hips move back and forth on their own again. The pillow starts getting wet and sticky from my pre-cum. My mind is almost gone.

“Khh!” My back arches, my eyes shut close. Something hot comes out of me. It’s good.

When I open my eyes, I find out that the pillow is covered in my cum, and so is the sheet, my bed, and even the bandages from my tail. What happened to me? The heat is slowly leaving me, but a big pile of evidence is now lying on the bed.

There is no way I will be able to clean this up myself. Sleeping in a wet blanket sounds worse than calling the nurse now. I locate the panel with a button called “call” and press it. In two munites, a nurse knocks on my door and asks what I need. I briefly explain that I probably was drugged by a “mysterious liquid.”

The nurse enters the room with a concerned look. But seeing my “sprout” makes her face red and then pale. “I will call a doctor!” she says and runs away. After another lingering ten minutes, the frog doctor enters with a few other people in police uniforms, who instantly start checking my items.

“Is this the bottle you mentioned?” one of them asks me. I simply nod.

“Dear, please check her tail.” The doctor asks his nurse and falls in thoughts. “How do you feel now?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what happened. I didn’t control myself…”

“Don’t worry about it now. I asked about your current state.”

“I’m fine..? The heat is gone. Now I feel just tired a bit.” I try to focus on my body, but I can’t feel anything abnormal.

“Good. Please refrain from eating or drinking anything until we will get what it was.”

I nod. Meanwhile, the nurse finishes removing the bandage from my tail and sighs. The doctor frowns. The scales on my tail are fully recovered. Oh…

“I think I know what it was. But we need to diagnose you because of your ’extra’ stuff.”

After analysis, we return to my room. The bed was already changed.

“Well, as I thought, it was a rare drug. How to explain it…” The doctor frowns. “Some time ago, there was a villain who captured a lot of males and used them as sex toys. To make it easier, they created a unique drug that has a very high libido effect plus a high regeneration bonus - that villain was into BDSM. The recipe was leaked to the black market, and nowadays, you still can buy it if you have a good acquaintance. But the issue - is that the drug is used on males only, so no one tried to use it on females. Honestly speaking, we have no idea if this effect - additional genitalia - is temporary or permanent.”