Author:  KrzyPaw
Title: Rabbit Fever
Part: 0 of 6
Summary: A broken mans dream wreaks havoc on the world.  MF, M+F, Mf, mf, Fm, group, orgy, size, creampie, voy, preg, exhib, 1st, ped, mc, 
Keywords: intro, nosex, setup


Authors Note:

I would just like to say thank you for reading this story. I
sincerely hope you enjoy it and would love to hear from you
either way. Constructive criticism is always welcome as well.
Feel free to contact me at krzysztofp@hotdak.net

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If you have any suggestions for this or other stories I am always
interested in your feedback. Who knows, I may just edit it and
make it better because of you, don't keep your opinions to
yourself.

These stories write themselves. All I do is make the characters and they work it out as I type. Here's a little piece of my twisted mind.



Prologue:


	Bill Jansen was a normal man before the accident. He had not
gotten to the stage in life where he was settled down and
married, but if the accident in the lab had not happened he would
have gotten there eventually. Now at 41 he desperately longed for
a family of his own, and he knew time was running out.

	Bill was a bio-engineer. When he was in his first live genetics
laboratory, another student mixed the wrong chemicals and started
a fire. This was in the beginning of the genetic engineering
field, and the dangers were many at the time. During the fire his
positive pressure suit was ruptured and he was exposed to the now
vaporized experiment. Unfortunately not all lab accidents result
in super hero's and this accident had the devastating effect of
rendering him impotent and infertile, to the point of turning his
entire libido off on a genetic level. Not only couldn't he have
children, he had lost his sex drive. The torture began as soon as
he realized that his innate need to reproduce was not gone, and
even intensified.

	Thus began Bill's life long mission to bring back his sex drive,
and the hormones responsible for producing the sperm he would
need to father children. Bill studied hard, and stuck with
genetic engineering in the hopes that one day it would be
possible. It was 2016 now and he was employed at a start-up
bio-tech company. Not only was he able to live well on his large
salary, he was privy to all the latest technologies even though
his primary work was with insects.

	Over the years this field had gotten easier, and access to a
proper lab helped a lot too, except only the work that was
commissioned was allowed to be carried out. Bill had personal
needs he had to take care of and he had been hard pressed to be
able to set up a full lab at home. Thankfully with a new
invention Bill's life dream was given a chance. With the CRISPR
method now in use, the tools, and even the lab itself was cheap
enough to have a basement setup where he could work at home.
Having no wife or kids allowed him complete freedom to do as he
wished unsupervised. Not a soul knew of his plans.

	Bill arrived home to see the neighborhood kids playing in the
snow in their front yards. He smiled at them while their very
presence stabbed at his heart. He should have his own kids
playing on his front lawn. Two boys and a boyish looking girl,
all about 14, threw snowballs at each other as they laughed and
dodged the projectiles. It was the first October snowfall and
when the bitter cold arrived he would be spared the agony of
children's laughter for a while.

	Even though he had many experiments fail completely, Bill never
gave up. An old poster of Edison with “I have not failed. I've
just found 10,000 ways that won't work.” was taped to the wall in
his home laboratory. This day, Bill came home to find his latest
test subjects dead. “Damit, why wont this work” Bill yelled at
the dead rats. The rats were in separate cages, a male on one
side and a female on the other. He shook the cage, their lifeless
bodies hard from rigor mortis.

	That day had been a breakthrough, only Bill did not know it
then. He began to think about why his treatment was killing the
mice. Perhaps because the RNA markers he was targeting were all
wrong. Perhaps he needed to mix them up with some other species
who were better at breeding than humans.
He could solve his other problem as well, finding a woman to have
children with. He could alter her and she would be driven to
breed with him. His alpha gene would make sure of it. This led
his research to new plateaus and by the end of March he was
testing a new batch of his designer virus on the rats. After
obtaining DNA from a few prodigious breeders and paring them down
to exactly what he thought would trigger his own repair, he also
tailored a cocktail for a women as well. Once he was fertile he
would need to be able to make sure she was able, and she may need
help being convinced. Of course Bill had ignored some protocols
in his home lab, since he was the only one exposed to the
dangers. He argued with himself that he needed to take shortcuts
to make up for not having a team behind him. Of course it was a
one sided argument. He had a low level containment enclosure so
as not to inoculate himself before it was time, but that was
about all.

	After setting his new cocktail of retro-viruses in his sprayer,
Bill sprayed his subjects and sat back to watch for a few
minutes. It would take at least a day to do anything but make
them sneeze, so that being done the rats were left to their own
devices. After putting the remaining liquid virus back in it's
test tube, the rack was placed in the small bar fridge that
served as his lab fridge.

	A week had passed, and every day Bill had rushed home to see if
any new results had taken place. There had been signs that
something was happening because they were still alive and had
even continued eating, it was a new milestone for Bill. In his
haste he had not changed his shirt that had been splashed by the
pool of mosquito larvae in his work lab. By all accounts he was
to put this in the incinerator at work and wear a replacement but
no one had seen it happen. Any more time spent at work would
impact his real experiment and he was so close. What he never
considered was that the retro-virus was targeted at RNA specific
to humans, and his rat experiments would never work. It was a
miscalculation that would go un-noticed.

	Bill was working on a new kind of mosquito that was specifically
made to carry a retro-virus to produce wide spread inoculation of
wild animals to prevent disease. It was a top secret project the
company was working on and Bill Jansen was the key to its
success. He had come up with the strain of super effective and
fast breeding mosquitoes. Due to his specialized breeding
techniques they were fast breeders and could use very small pools
of water, even puddles on the road would do.

	Once the retro-viruses that their other lab was creating were
complete, they could completely wipe out Lyme disease among
thousands of other infections by making animals immune to it's
effects. Bill had applied to be part of that team many times, but
his record had shown a breach in protocols, and his advancement
had been halted where he was now. The delivery program had kept
him close to where the action was and he was able to stay on top
of the breakthroughs, which enabled his work at home. As of yet
no laws had been put in place preventing GMO insects from being
tested or even released. So it was deemed safe to have someone
who had had multiple breaches in his history without any real
liability on the companies part. Bill was quite good at it after
all, even if he did skip safety meetings once in a while.

	It was Friday, and the normally cold March had ignored weather
history and it rained, hard. The snow in the city that had piled
up over the winter melted and there were low lying roads being
washed out all over the place. It took Bill a full hour longer to
get home. When he got there he almost wept.

	Water was falling from the sky at an incredible speed. The
driving winds were attempting to flip Bills car over where he
parked it. That 200 year old oak that looked so majestic during
the summers and falls was now firmly embedded on his roof. Bill
could think of nothing but his experiments. It was his life work.
He knew he was close, he had to get in there and salvage what he
could.

	Running from his car he pushed past the door, it lay open as a
thick branch had ripped it halfway off it's hinge. It was dark
inside but Bill found his way to the basement door. The lights
were out, and he couldn't see the lock. Fumbling in his jacket
pocket he pulled out his phone to use as a flashlight. The lock
on the door had seemed like a good idea at the time. Finding the
right key he opened the door and ran down the steps. Half way
down he hit the water. His basement was half flooded. No one
heard the man screaming at the top of his lungs over the driving
rain.

	Bill knew swimming would be very dangerous, but then he spotted
the empty cages floating in the water. His precious rats were
still alive and clinging to the outside of the floating cage. If
all was well his data should survive the water, having switched
to solid state drives last year, the computer could be replaced.
The virus could be duplicated if it worked. He needed to save the
rats and get the data drive. Bill used his phone's flashlight to
check where they were one last time. It was cold but it wouldn't
take long. With the water rising at this rate he had little time
to think. Just as he dove into the water the main breaker box was
submerged.

	It had been the worst series of flooding the city had ever seen
in many years before spring had officially arrived. There were
numerous casualties, with the official count at 5. Three were
from auto accidents, but there were two drownings as well. One in
the overflowing creek and the other in a house basement. One of
those cases in particular was Bill Jansen. He didn't get much
news coverage, only a short blurb that a man had drowned trying
to save his experiments. Rumors flew around that he was a mad
scientist and was running illegal experiments in his basement,
according to the gossip that leaked from the police
investigation. His body had been discovered when he hadn't shown
up at work Monday morning. Divers had to be sent into the fully
submerged cold and dark basement to recover Bills body. The
coroner had concluded that he had been electrocuted. No foul play
was suggested. The police had closed his file and had assigned an
officer to track down his next of kin.

	As a result of Bill not having any family immediately
forthcoming, the city ordinance was very slow to move on the
subject of demolishing the house. It was a single detached home,
and posed no danger to the other houses. His estate was still on
hold due to the slow progress of contacting family, so the city
had only come to remove the tree that had fallen and boarded up
the house. No attempt to empty or even drain the house was
thought of, as whoever claimed his estate would need to go
through his home insurance for any work other than ensuring
public safety.

	The story of the man who died trying to save his lab rats had
become a fast legend in the little community, he quickly became
knows as 'ratman', and in no time the more superstitious of the
local residents claimed the house must be haunted now.