Rise.

"Róan, let's talk."
The Doctor had emptied the room and the hall of everyone but one guard, who was stationed far enough down that he couldn't hear what went on. Róan sat hunched over on the bed, a hangdog expression on his boyish face.
"Everyone wants to talk to me. I don't want to talk. I want to go home."
The Doctor nodded.
"That's understandable."
"Why am I here?"
"You live here now."
"In this room? It's empty."
It was ridiculous, but it was the first thing that occurred to him. How could he live here? In this room with one big window and nothing else, no communication, no bathroom, no way out...Then he refocused on the older wolfe in front of him - the doctor. The doctor was taking things out of a bag he'd brought and setting them on a small folding table. Róan scooted back immediately.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm? Oh, just taking some things out for our visit."
Róan started to understand what was going on and he jumped up, fatigue showing as his muscles ached to do so.
"No! No more injections, nothing, don't touch me!"
The doctor held up both hands, in one of which he held a small tube.
"This is a thermometer. For taking your temperature. No injections, I promise. No drugs, unless you want something for your soreness."
He picked up a small metal object.
"This will take your heart rate, which I bet is racing right about now. It's OK, Róan. You can come sit down. No one's going to hurt you or poke you or cut you up. Now, if you come over here, maybe we can talk about getting you into a real room."
Róan edged back towards the bed.
"This isn't a real room?"
The doctor chuckled and held up a short metal object.
"Tongue depressor. Lets me check out your teeth. No, this is just a holding room. You were brought here temporarily, until your suite could be prepared for your arrival, and to give you and your mate an opportunity to initiate your change outside of your permanent home. You'll be moving very soon, to Marik's quarters a few levels up."
"I don't want to live with Marik, and he's not my mate."
"That's fine." the Doctor had a very calming voice, Róan noticed. He pulled a chair up to sit next to the bed. "Are you feeling OK?"
Róan stared at him.
"He raped me. How could I be OK?"
the Doctor looked remorseful.
"I'm very sorry that things went this way. We are trying to develop ways to ease the...trauma of initiation. That's part of why I'm here."
Róan scoffed.
"Only part?"
The Doctor nodded.
"Part. Now I need to take a look at you, so please lie back. Legs apart, OK?"
Róan didn't move.
"Róan, I want to help you only. I'm not here for anything else, and I will not hurt you. But it's very important that I examine you so that I know that you're OK."
"Why should I trust you?"
"I'm your doctor. I've only got your best interests at heart, Róan."
"You told him to do it."
The doctor hesitated in shock, but recovered quickly.
"Róan, I know there's a lot going on right now that you don't understand, but please know this: I am here to take care of you. Anything I told Marik last night was to help you - to make the process easier on you. If these soldiers had it their way -" the Doctor cut himself off and paused, then searched Róan's face, trying to meet his gaze.
"Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? Now please, Róan, lie back. I'm just going to look. No touching."
Surprisingly, Róan complied and the doctor reflected that the changing must be taking hold already to make him so docile. Then, quietly:
"It hurts."
"What does?"
"Everything. My - " Róan cut himself off and the doctor waited patiently for him to continue.
"What hurts, Róan? I need to know."
"Where he touched me. Really bad. And my balls. Everything."
"Outside or inside?"
"Both."
the Doctor frowned a little.
"OK, Róan, I'm going to need to touch you now, OK?"
"No!" Róan pulled away immediately. "You said no touching!" his voice was back to panicked.
"I know, I know. But if it hurts inside, you may have some injuries, and no matter how small, they should be looked after." the Doctor was speaking as if to a child.
"You are very important to us, and we have to take very good care of you, OK?"
Róan was shaking, but he laid back down.
"Quickly."
the Doctor nodded. A brief exam verified that his patient was fine, and the doctor sat back on the folding stool and removed the bluish coating from his hands with a cloth.
"I know you have some soreness and aching, and that's sort of to be expected right now; it's a part of the change, but it will pass. I'll give you something for it."
Róan pulled himself back to sitting, a minute nod the only acknowledgment he gave this new information.
"Do you understand what's happening to you right now, Róan?"
"No." he answered truthfully, "I don't understand anything."
The doctor waited for him to get to a comfortable position, then began.
"Some disorientation is common; you've been in stasis. You were found in a mobile human clan almost ten days ago now. A wolfish retrieval team, with the wolfe you know as Marik in the lead, captured your group, razed your camp, and brought you back here. No one was harmed. Your friends and family are fine. Your brother, as well as some others from your camp, are being held here. The senior members of your clan were offered release and amnesty in exchange for their peaceful cooperation. They took it. Those who were kept here are in different parts of this compound for the time being, although your brother would like to see you this afternoon, and if you behave well, we might be able to arrange just that. You are not a slave, nor a prisoner of war. You are a free citizen of the Wolfish Empire."
"Then why can't I leave this room?"
"Because you are currently being held for medical observation, for your own good. Your body is undergoing a number of changes right now, and it's best if there's someone here to help guide you."
"What are these changes? What have you done to me?"
the Doctor sat back in his chair as if preparing to tell a long story.
"We have discovered certain complements between our two species, Róan, but they must be initiated under specific conditions. Last night, when Marik took you, he was doing so to initiate your changing, the first stage in a wolfe-human bonding."
"I don't want a bonding. I don't want to be bonded. I don't want a changing either. I don't want to turn into a wolfe! I like being a human, please, change me back, fix me, make this stop, please, alpha!"
the Doctor looked up in alarm.
"Róan! Do not use that title with me! That is a title to be given only to your alpha. You'll cause a lot of trouble slinging that word around."
Róan took the admonishment silently, and the Doctor went on. "Anyway, you're not turning into a wolfe. You are and will remain a human being. As to reversing the procedure...well, I'm afraid that's impossible. And besides, you're almost a quarter through now; that's what the ache is. The hormones and chemicals you've been exposed to through intercourse with your wolfe are readying your body to be able to undergo a bearing process and, eventually, birth."
Róan blinked twice and barely made it off the bed before he threw up.
"You lie."
The doctor rubbed his back, gently.
"It's true. It's been a real breakthrough for both our species, don't you agree? To finally be able to reproduce again, normally."
"This isn't normal." Róan managed to get to his feet. "How is this normal?" he spat out the word like a mockery. "How is this possible?"
"Interspecies repro is always tricky and unpredictable. Because of the timing of our arrival on your planet, as well as a number of other societal factors, wolfe-human interactions were very limited for a long time. But now that we've become more established here, we've been able to fully explore the complementary physiology between our species. As it turns out, we work perfectly together. Exposure to wolfish genetic material alters the hormonal makeup of the human; sort of a lock-and-key relationship, and allows said human to develop a functional set of bearing organs. Once altered, that physiology will remain of its own accord."
Róan stared at him.
"You're turning me into a woman."
"Hardly. The changes will be very minor, barely noticeable. You won't even look any outwardly different. You'll simply be slightly changed on the inside."
"Oh fuck."
There was the nausea again.
"Róan, Róan, it's going to be fine, alright."
Róan's eyes narrowed in sudden suspicion.
"What are these barely noticeable changes?"
the Doctor blinked once at him.
"Your testicles will reduce in size."
"How much?" Róan demanded.
"Entirely."
"Fuck."
He was crouching on the ground again, emptying his stomach.
"Róan, please try to calm down - everything's going to be alright."
"No! Everything is definitely not going to be alright! I'm the new eunuch breeder concubine for some wolfe, who led a raid which killed my clan and destroyed my home! Nothing is alright!"
"You are not a concubine, Róan, you are his mate. You are very precious to Marik. As are many others like you, to their wolfes. You are not, and will not be, a eunuch. And you are not a breeder. To bear for your wolfe and add to the bounty of the Empire is only the highest honor."
"And then what?" Róan spit out. "After we're done bearing, then what? Will you kill us? Throw us away, back into the sea or the forest or wherever we came from? Or are we like cattle to you, to be bred and bred until we are all used up?"
the Doctor looked horrified.
"Certainly not! It is not like that, Róan. You are our mates; you will be accorded only the highest respect. You are an integral part of our society; you will help us raise our offspring and continue to build the Wolfish Empire."
Róan shook his head as the nausea rose again.
"This is a very good thing you'll be doing, Róan. Ensuring the furtherance of both our species and your own. You know how important reproduction is, I know you do. And we have been decimated as much as you have by an absence of bearers. WIthout reproducers, both our species will surely shrivel and die. But with your help, and the help of others like you, we both can continue to flourish."
Róan emptied his stomach again, only this time there was a pail in front of him and so he ended up not having to kneel in the mess.
"Please tell me this is some kind of joke."
The doctor just beamed at him.
"It is a very beautiful thing. The actual changing process will be completed in about five days, and your mating in another few weeks after, if all is approved. Aren't you excited? You'll soon have a family of your own." the Doctor chuckled. "And quite soon, I'm sure - I doubt Marik will let you keep that belly flat for much longer."
Róan tried very hard to concentrate on not throwing up again. The doctor went on.
"He is besotted with you, you know. And such a good mate - he's very patient, has one of the best tempers I've ever seen in wolfes. And kind, too. Good looking, as I'm sure you've noticed. And he is high-ranking here. He will protect you, and build your children a good home."
His stomach flipped again, and Róan thought to ask.
"Am I..." here, Róan gestured his stomach, "Already?"
"No, no." the Doctor laughed. "You'll need to complete your change before that is likely to happen."
Assured at least of that, Róan managed back to the bed.
"My nurse will come in and speak to you. He's human as well, and he had his first lit last year. He's very knowledgeable and can answer any of your questions. I'll call someone to clean up here."
Róan grabbed desperately at the doctor's sleeve.
"Wait. Please don't send Marik back in."
The doctor looked kindly at Róan.
"Don't worry. He's gone to report for duty for the day, actually. I thought I'd get him out of your hair and give you some time to get yourself together. But he'll be back for the afternoon meals, in a few hours. If you need anything, you can ask those guards there in the hall - who I'm told you so ignominiously met earlier - to get it for you. Now my nurse will be in shortly."
With that, he was gone and Róan was left alone and waiting for the nurse. A few minutes later, the door slid open and a young wolfe entered, made a face at Róan and the floor, and then proceeded to mop up the mess. Róan made a face back and ignored him beyond that. Then there was a knocking, and when he looked up, a human in his late twenties stood in the doorway.

"Hello." he smiled wide at Róan and stood in his place.
"Hi."
"Can I come in?" the man was trying to offer Róan control over his environment, he realized.
"Sure." Róan moved over on the bed to make space.
Annoyingly, the man seemed as delighted by Róan as the doctor had been.
"So."
Róan just stared back at him.
"So the doctor said you would have some questions."
Róan shrugged in seeming indifference until a thump in the hallway had him clinging, terrified, to the nurse.
"Alright, easy."
"Is it him? Is he back?" Róan's voice was filled with panic.
"Who? Your mate? No, it's alright, I think it was just the guards." Róan recovered and tried to restore his dignity. The other man sensed the tension.
"Hey, I bet you'd like to get out of here, huh?"
Róan glanced at him and then nodded.
"So how about we go for a walk."
Róan raised his head, interest piqued.
"You haven't even been home yet. Or eaten. Are you hungry? I'll call ahead and have something waiting for us when we get there. Then you can explore the quarter and maybe meet some new friends."
Róan didn't respond at first, but then, hesitantly:
"My - the doctor said my brother..."
"Right! Ok, I'll just call down and have him meet us there as well."
Róan looked visibly relieved, then his face fell again as he looked down at himself. The human wrinkled his nose.
"And I bet you'd like to get cleaned up, too, huh?"
Róan nodded gratefully.
"Well, we'll do that and go find your brother. Although, you understand, there will only be supervised visits for the time being."
"Anything, please, I just want to see him."