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Something’s changed.

Yes… she could feel it.

A shift in the air, like the turn of the season.

Something was amiss. Something’s gone awry.

But what?

She didn’t know yet, and it worried her—deeply.

Even if she’d only been awake for, what, twelve seconds? It didn’t matter.

Dr. Kal'tsit was rarely wrong about this kind of thing.

With a groan, the lime Feline reluctantly slipped out of bed and dragged herself into the bathroom, her tail swishing lazily behind her. A half-hour later, she emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, her body clean and her teeth shining brightly. In fact, you’d never guess this bitch was over ten thousand years old.

The air conditioner?

No, she thought. It wasn’t that simple. Something else was different—but what? She had a sinking, niggling feeling the Doctor was involved somehow, but that fact remained to be seen. The needle on her bullshit-o-meter was creeping up, up, up—and she didn’t like it. Not one bit, no sir!

She checked her cellphone at last, only after stepping out of her dorm room for the morning. There, she found a new text message from operator Folinic. Apparently, the Doctor himself had come up with several new medical and training practices. Apparently, it warranted her attention.

This ought to be good, thought Kal'tsit. But first things first—it was time for breakfast. A few cups of coffee ought to take care of that faint tingling she felt in the back of her brain.

“No more maple syrup?”

Dr. Kal'tsit frowned, and her tail went limp behind her. One simply couldn't have pancakes without syrup. It was illogical; it boggled the senses. She didn’t even wake up late—how could the cafeteria be all out of maple syrup already?

“Sorry, Dr. Kal'tsit.” Operator Matterhorn, one of the cafeteria’s chefs on rotation, bowed his head with a quiet apology. “I’ve had to tell everyone the same thing. Someone must have sneaked in while I wasn’t looking and took the rest of the syrup from the dispensers. It’s crazy, I know.”

“I can only imagine who might have done something like that.” Kal'tsit’s mind immediately went to Ceobe or Saga as would-be culprits. Even so, the Feline sighed and visible annoyance, looking down at her plate of pancakes, toast, and hash browns like she’d just been physically wounded. “Oh well. I suppose I’ll have to make do without it.”

“Now just a second, Dr. Kal'tsit!” The handsome Forte pointed at himself with a thumb and a winning smile. “Why don’t I give you a substitute? Something just for the medical director; something hot and fresh and right from the source!”

“Oh?” Kal'tsit raised an eyebrow. “Color me curious. What do you have in mind?”

Matterhorn unzipped his pants proudly…

THWACK!

…and dropped his enormous cock onto Kal'tsit’s cafeteria plate.

“This!” Matterhorn beamed. “My ‘special sauce,’ ha. You interested?”

Dr. Kal'tsit stared down at the enormous, throbbing cock that Matterhorn had unceremoniously dropped onto her plate. The Forte’s penis pulsed with apparent desire, already leaking pre-cum onto one of her pancakes.

Then Kal'tsit looked up at the young buck operator and nodded, utterly nonplussed.

“Very well,” she said. “That makes sense. Very considerate of you, Matterhorn. Please, do continue.”

“Ha. Yes ma’am!”

Just like that, Matterhorn raised his hips and wrapped his calloused hand around his pulsing shaft. He started stroking himself without a care in the world, jerking off in front of Dr. Kal'tsit and her waiting plate like all was right with the world.

Dr. Kal'tsit licked her lips with growing expectation. She held her plate and tilted it at a slight angle to make spread and coverage all the easier for Matterhorn, and she didn’t move a muscle as the operator fucked his hand to bring himself to climax.

“Ha… phew… shit, feels good.” Matterhorn grunted as he stroked himself. Dollops of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his mighty cock and landed on Kal'tsit’s toast, and the old Feline was content to stay put as the cafeteria chef concocted his substitution.

“Your diligence has not gone unnoticed,” she remarked, wholly neutral despite the circumstances. She turned to see that a few others were waiting in line, too, watching Matterhorn jerk off in front of Kal'tsit’s face with warm smiles and expectant nods.

The tingling in the back of her mind returned. Like an itch in the deepest folds of her brain. It made Kal'tsit groan with a sudden sense of worry.

“You okay?” Matterhorn asked in between grunts.

“I’m fine, thank you.” Kal'tsit nodded. “Please continue making my sauce.”

“Nngh, fuck… Hey, Dr. Kal'tsit… think you can help me out a little?”

Kal'tsit tilted her head. “Should I say a few words to encourage your climax?”

“Yeah—totally!”

“Very well.” Dr. Kal'tsit cleared her throat. “Go on, then. Give me that hot cream of yours, Matterhorn. Please, I need it very much—for my breakfast. If I could, I would surely have it every morning. Hot, thick, juicy cream straight from the source splattered down my throat, filling my stomach to capacity. I wouldn’t stop until I drained you dry, until you had no more hot, sticky cream to give.” Kal'tsit sighed, expressionless. “Only then would I—”

“Fuck!” Matterhorn grunted. “Here it comes, Dr. Kal'tsit—!”

Dr. Kal'tsit raised her plate of food, suddenly worried her breakfast had gotten colder. Of course, the very next worry for Kal'tsit was whether or not she was going to leave this cafeteria glazed with Matterhorn’s cum. The tall Forte slowed his stroking and released another grunt, blasting hot, creamy spunk from the tip of his burgeoning penis.

The first thick, gooey rope of cum shot way above target. It splattered warmly and wetly against Dr. Kal'tsit’s top, prompting the Feline to glance down with a quiet grumble.

“Watch your aim,” she warned, and the chef apologized as the rest of his thick ropes covered Kal'tsit’s plate. Matterhorn blasted his hearty load of cum all over Dr. Kal'tsit’s pancakes, toast, and hash browns, using his special warm, thick, and filling “syrup” for the medical director’s breakfast. Those in line watched the display with visible interest and even a twinge of jealousy. Meanwhile, Kal'tsit nodded only once with deep appreciation, feeling the plate in her hands get heavier and heavier as Matterhorn glazed her food with his cum.

“Very good,” she noted approvingly. “Excellent work, Matterhorn. Thank you for the substitute. I’ll be sure to enjoy my breakfast now.” The Feline grabbed a napkin from the dispenser and dabbed at the glob of cum on her top, taking care to wipe away the mess before it left a considerable stain. Meanwhile, Matterhorn swayed in place and groaned with pleasure, the last of his cum spurting from the tip of his cock and dripping onto the edge of Kal'tsit’s plate. Even getting some on her thumb.

“Phew… hah… e-enjoy, Dr. Kal'tsit! And have a good morning!” Matterhorn saluted with his cum-stained hand as Kal'tsit walked away, taking her freshly glazed breakfast to one of the unoccupied tables in the cafeteria.

With a fork in one hand and a knife in the other, Kal'tsit quickly began eating before her food got too cold. The absence of maple syrup was no significant loss, since Matterhorn’s cum was a hell of a lot yummier. Thicker, too. Kal'tsit hummed appreciatively as she cut a square piece from her cum-blasted pancakes, stuffing the ooey-gooey pastry past those soft, creamy lips of hers. Exceptional, she thought. That is why Rhodes Island employs the very best.

Suddenly, there was some commotion that took Kal'tsit’s attention. She stuffed some cum-dripping pancake into her mouth as she glanced up to see that operator Spot had operator Catapult kneeling just in front of him.

“You want my sausages that badly, huh? Fine,” he announced. “Have some sausage, then!”

He whipped out his cock without a second thought and shoved it past Catapult’s lips, prompting the Kuranta’s eyes to go wide with surprise. However, after just a few seconds, she started fellating his cock like it was something she’d wanted all along, bobbing her head up and down over his crotch, right in the middle of the cafeteria.

Spot threw his head back with a hearty moan as he kept a hand on Catapult’s head, fucking her face in full view of everyone. However, the surrounding operators hardly paid them any mind. Most of them were engrossed in their own conversations, treating the display as nothing more than common happenstance.

Kal'tsit turned her head to look in the other direction. She swallowed a hash brown that was dripping with Matterhorn’s cum, and she relished the feeling of the breakfast food sliding down her throat. Meanwhile, she caught sight of operator Silence sitting on a table with her bare legs spread apart, and operator Saria was eating her pussy like it was the most important meal she’d ever have in her life. Ptilopsis and Muelsyse were sitting at the same table, but they hardly paid the couple any mind. They continued speaking to each other as though nothing was wrong, opting to allow Saria to dig her tongue past the folds of Silence’s pussy while the sleepy researcher moaned and cooed with pleasure.

Something’s not right here, thought Kal'tsit—but whatever the problem was, she couldn’t seem to decipher it. In any case, she rubbed the backs of her head in her attempt to stifle that faint throbbing, and she decided she’d take some aspirin after breakfast if the coffee and sustenance weren’t enough.

By the time the Feline had finished breakfast, more than a few people in the cafeteria had taken toward intimacy. Kal'tsit watched passively as, while some people were finishing up their breakfast, others were getting right down to naughty business.

Operators Steward and Cardigan were making love by the cafeteria entrance, with the former having bent the latter over a table. Cardigan’s pants were hanging at her ankles, and she was waving hello or goodbye to those who came in or left the cafeteria proper. Meanwhile, Steward was engaged in a conversation with Adnachiel; the two men were side by side while Steward had his hands on Cardigan’s hips, railing the Perro girl from behind with no faltering whatsoever. Cardigan would moan every so often, her face flush with arousal as she met Steward’s thrusts halfway, bumping back against his crotch and huffing to keep up with him.

At the other end of the cafeteria seemed to be Saga, the would-be culprit of the maple syrup-related thievery. However, Kal'tsit couldn’t see an ounce of maple syrup in sight. All she saw was that Saga seemed to be in the middle of a blowbang; she was bouncing on a reserve operator’s lap while surrounded by a few other Rhodes Island novices, tending to their shafts with all the spectacle and bravado of someone who’d done this countless times before. Saga was a typically loud and boisterous Perro, but she was kept in check and largely silenced by the circle of dicks she was stroking and sucking—and Kal'tsit watched just in time as the reserve operators blasted the Perro’s face with their seed, showering Saga in semen so the good doggo would get extra helpings of cum.

It quickly became apparent to Dr. Kal'tsit that the cafeteria was soon going to become a den of depravity. More operators were stripping their clothes off and canoodling with one another. Yet, for a reason she couldn’t immediately place, the medical director found no fault here. This all seemed par for the course—but why?

I feel like I should be concerned about this, thought Kal'tsit. Even so, as quickly as the idea came to mind, it was gone. Replaced by a fog of lust that the Feline tried to stifle from her mind.

She left the cafeteria with haste, believing she could find some solace—and a reprieve from her headache—in the medical wing.

She entered one of the corridors of Rhodes Island and found more sex awaiting her. Everywhere she looked, there was the complete collapse of inhibition to greet her. The hallway was filled with the sounds of moaning and rustling clothing, clinking belts and zippers being unzipped.

“Good morning to you, Dr. Kal'tsit.”

Operator Midnight had raised his hand in greeting, and he was leaning coolly up against the wall. Just beside him was operator Orchid, who was reaching down with her pale, slender hand to stroke the Sarkaz’s thick cock without a care in the world.

“Good morning, Midnight,” said Kal'tsit. “And you too, Orchid.”

“Good morning, Dr. Kal'tsit. It’s a pleasure to see you this morning.”

Despite the sincerity of Orchid’s words, she was staring longingly at Midnight’s cock while she spoke. It was almost like the woman was talking directly to her partner’s dick, and not the medical director right in front of her.

“What are, ngh, your plans for today—ah, Kal'tsit?” Midnight asked, spreading his legs while Orchid jerked him off.

“The usual,” said Kal'tsit, rubbing her forehead. “Rhodes Island is a machine that needs consistent maintenance. As you are no doubt aware, if just one cog is out of place, then the entire construct is liable to collapse. To that end, I believe it only makes sense to see how the rest of the medical wing is faring today. We are, first and foremost, a pharmaceutical company—despite what our detractors may lead others to believe.”

“Pay them no mind,” said Orchid. “I am, mm, fortunate to be here on Rhodes Island, with all of you. And, mm, with things like this…”

Orchid’s mouth started watering as she stroked Midnight’s dick. She looked like she was about to say something, but it didn’t take long before Orchid fell to her knees in front of Midnight and started sucking the man’s dick, putting her hand on his hips for leverage as she throated his immense shaft.

Midnight sucked in air through his sharp teeth, hissing with arousal from the feeling of Orchid’s hot, wet throat wrapping around his cock. Still, he had the strength to give Dr. Kal'tsit a joyful nod.

“We’ll leave you to it, then,” said Midnight, putting a hand on Orchid’s head and guiding her up and down the length of his cock. “Fuck—oh, yes… suck it nice and clean, just like that…”

“Enjoy the rest of your day,” said Dr. Kal'tsit, nodding and walking off.

“Oh, don’t worry—we will! Mm, fuck…”

Dr. Kal'tsit went on her way, passing a few more Rhodes Island operators who were getting down and dirty. Her demeanor was utterly passive about it all. It was like everything was exactly as it was supposed to be. All of this was just… par for the course.

It didn’t take long before Dr. Kal'tsit bumped into Folinic at last, finding her student and fellow medic smiling with apparent glee.

“Good morning, Dr. Kal'tsit,” she said. “I trust you got my message?”

“I did,” said Kal'tsit. “I have not yet responded. Everything is just fine, I trust?”

“Mm-hmm! Everything is more than fine,” said Folinic. “Regarding the subject of this morning’s text, I think it’s imperative that you join us while the Doctor demonstrates his new practice. It’s something for the entire medical department to learn.”

“It’s not every day the Doctor himself wants to teach us something,” Kal'tsit mused. “But very well. What is this supposed teaching and what does it involve?”

“He calls it ‘cock healing,’” said Folinic. “I was wondering if you knew anything about it?”

“Cock healing?” Dr. Kal'tsit blinked only once. “I’ve never heard of such a thing in my life.”

“The Doctor said he was going to have us learn all about it,” said Folinic. “It sounds interesting, doesn’t it? I hadn’t realized one could heal a patient ‘through their cock’ as the Doctor told me briefly. But I suppose the Doctor would be the one to know of any unconventional and groundbreaking techniques in the fields of science and medicine.”

Dr. Kal'tsit opened her mouth to speak, but someone had come up behind Folinic to interrupt her train of thought. It was operator Chiave, the redhead Vulpo, who considered himself quite the hotshot and gang leader.

He gave Dr. Kal'tsit a simple nod before he pulled down Folinic’s pants, surprising Kal'tsit and her student before the horny Vulpo unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and shoved it inside Folinic’s wet pussy.

“Ohhh!!” Folinic’s eyes went wide with surprise as Chiave put his hand on the back of her neck, holding her sternly while he had his way with her, screwing her from behind at a nice and steady pace. The Vulpo groaned with pleasure as he openly and nonchalantly railed Folinic right in front of Dr. Kal'tsit, who cleared her throat and dusted off her uniform while Chiave pumped his hips against Folinic’s own.

“A-As I was saying!” Folinic seemed keen to continue her conversation despite being fucked like this. “W-Will you be joining us in the c-conference room for a d-demonstration of the Doctor’s c-cock healing? Ohhh…”

“I will be there,” Kal'tsit said, nodding simply. “And I look forward to watching how you handle this… cock healing process that the Doctor alluded to. I’ll be sure to take notes during the process and offer advice as needed, just like always.”

“P-Perfect!” Folinic moaned as Chiave lifted her shirt, fondling her breasts out in the open in the middle of the hallway. He kept thrusting against her from behind, screwing her in full view of anyone who passed by the corridor, to say nothing of the other operators littered around who were having sex, to boot. “Ah, oohhfff… w-who is even fucking me right n-now?”

“Chiave,” Kal'tsit said plainly.

“Oh… ngh!” Folinic turned her head as best she could, despite Chiave holding her so sternly as he fucked her from behind, standing up and plowing her haphazardly. “G-Good morning, Chiave,” Folinic moaned.

“Morning! Hope you don’t mind this?” Naturally, he asked only after he started pumping his cock in and out of her wet pussy.

“N-Not at all!” Folinic gave a flushed smile. “Take your time, and you can f-finish inside me when all’s said and d-done—oohh!”

“Great! Hah~ thanks, Folinic! Your pussy feels real nice!”

“Thank you—oooh!”

Chiave continued to fuck Folinic from behind, now keeping his hands on the girl’s hips as he rocked his body against her own. Dr. Kal'tsit took a step back to give the two more room, especially since Folinic was starting to drool and moan like a whore from the sheer force Chiave was putting in behind her. With her top hiked all the way up to her neck, Dr. Kal'tsit found herself staring at her student’s ample chest, watching her boobs bounce up and down while the rowdy Vulpo behind her rocked her world.

This is strange… isn’t it?

Kal'tsit rubbed her eyes with a quiet groan. The tingle returned. The sense that something was very, very wrong here.

And yet, just as quickly as the feeling had come, it had gone away. Replacing it was the notion that Dr. Kal'tsit was missing out on the festivities. She only wondered if she could find someone to indulge herself with—but with whom?

In the meantime, she crossed her arms and watched as Chiave fucked her student, leaning close as Folinic held herself up by the wall beside her, grunting and groaning as she got her cheeks clapped. If she girl had brought a clipboard or anything else, it would have surely fallen out of her hands by now. In the interim, Chiave was content to pound her from behind repeatedly, his hips moving like a piston, while the operators at the other end of the hall had some fun of their own.

Kal'tsit realized the hallway had begun to fill with the sounds of sex and the smell of sweat and other bodily fluids. It was an absurd notion, but it was the truth, and no matter where she glanced, she saw signs of pleasure and ecstasy in spades.

She fidgeted suddenly, grabbing the bottom of her work uniform and shifting from foot to foot, steadying her breathing in the face of all this debauchery.

This can’t be right.

This is… wholly uncommon. Very unprofessional.

So why…

Her thoughts were interrupted as Chiave grunted and groaned behind Folinic, having apparently reached his climax. Folinic was right there with him, and she arched her back with a sharp gasp as she convulsed and came from being fucked in the middle of the hallway like this, relishing the sensation of receiving a creampie so suddenly. She was positively jubilant, her mood lifted as she clenched and shifted from her place in front of Kal'tsit, and beside the hallway wall.

“Fuck yeah! God, that’s the good stuff!” Chiave huffed and puffed as he pulled out of Folinic’s well-fucked snatch, leaving Dr. Kal'tsit’s student oozing cum and sweaty from the exertion.

“Hey, Dr. Kal'tsit!” Chiave snickered. “Why don’t you clean your student up, huh? Get on your knees and put that tongue of yours to good use!”

Dr. Kal'tsit scoffed. “Yes, naturally.”

And just like that, Dr. Kal'tsit fell to her knees behind Folinic’s leaking pussy, and she brought her tongue to her student’s wet and messy snatch. Folinic cooed and groaned with pleasure as her mentor started eating her out, licking up and sucking out the cum that Chiave had only just blasted up her pussy. The sensation was so pleasing that Folinic wiggled and writhed with a loud moan, Chiave stepping back with a satisfied smile as he recorded the act on his cellphone.

“Just like that, Kal'tsit! Yeah!” Chiave cheered. “Eat her pussy; clean her up!”

“Hmph.” Kal'tsit did as she was told with no hesitation, her brain tingling again as she dizzily ate from Folinic’s dripping wet pussy. She sucked out all the cum that Chiave had blown up her student’s pussy, feeling the gooey mess slide down her throat and drip into her stomach. All the while, she kept her hands on Folinic’s thighs for leverage, with Folinic bumping back against her mentor’s mouth, begging for more of that old tongue.

Chiave cheered again as Kal'tsit sucked out and swallowed every last drop of cum from her protégé’s pussy. Folinic muttered a shaky thank-you, and Kal'tsit smacked her lips together as she pulled away with a quiet grumble.

“No need to thank me,” said Kal'tsit. “Of course I would clean you out like this. It’s the right thing to do.”

She licked her lips clean after catching her breath. Then she stood up, cleared her throat, and adjusted her work attire. It wasn’t too messy, all things considered. She could keep it on while continuing with her work day.

Satisfied, Chiave took his leave with a simple thanks and a goodbye, leaving Folinic with a wobbly smile as she leaned against the wall, adjusting her own outfit with a lewd grin plastered on her face.

“S-So, um, what’s next for you now, Dr. Kal'tsit?” asked her protégé, only after composing herself. Kal'tsit looked down the opposite direction of the corridor, humming to herself.

“It’s high time I make it to my office,” she announced. “The medical ward awaits.”

“Very well! I’ll join you soon. I wouldn’t want to miss that meeting for anything,” said Folinic. The two separated just then, with Kal'tsit heading in one direction and Folinic heading in the other. The entire morning, Dr. Kal'tsit couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was very, very wrong with Rhodes Island. She just couldn’t find the means to articulate her uncertainty, nor could she piece together just what was so amiss.

Worse still, she felt like the answer was staring her right in the face.

There’s something strange going on here, she thought. But what could it be?

She licked the cum residue from her gums and kept walking, finally arriving at the medical ward after a long bout of silence. However, just as soon as she welcomed the silence, it was over and done with.

There were more operators having sex in here.

Dr. Kal'tsit watched with no amazement clear in her eyes as operator Goldenglow was being spit-roasted. She had no clue what the pink Feline was even doing here in the first place. In any case, operator Quercus watched from one of the guest chairs, masturbating with apparent glee as she dipped two fingers in and out of her pussy.

She watched with rapt attention as Aak and Ansel took Goldenglow’s mouth and pussy, respectively. If the pink cat was in the medical ward for some form of treatment, then perhaps this was the kind of treatment that was to be expected henceforth. Quercus must have just joined her companion to soothe her nerves when one thing led to another, and now Goldenglow was gagging and moaning with lust as Aak pat her on the head while he screwed her mouth.

Meanwhile, Ansel raised his hand in greeting to Dr. Kal'tsit as he fucked the flustered Feline from behind. “H-Hello, Dr. Kal'tsit. Ngh, ahh, d-don’t mind me. Aak and I are just, hnng…”

“Tending to your mutual patient, I see.” Dr. Kal'tsit hummed and nodded. “I understand. Do not let me stop you. Please, continue.”

“Thank you, Dr. Kal'tsit.”

And continue, they certainly did. Ansel and Aak continued to put Susie through the paces, and Kal'tsit watched as Ansel’s cock vanished past Susie’s folds again and again. The girl clenched and moaned amidst her “treatment,” trying to meet the men’s thrusts halfway in her obvious inexperience. Even so, she moved as though she was eager to please them, and Quercus’ coaching helped put some pep in her step.

“Just like that, Susie! Hah, yeah! Swallow that dick!” Quercus threw her head back with a loud groan, massaging one of her own breasts while she played with her clit. “Ooh, yes! Don’t stop—take it, just like that!”

Dr. Kal'tsit had certainly never heard Quercus speak like that before, though she supposed it made sense, given that the girl was pleasuring herself in the middle of the medical ward waiting room. She watched for a while as Susie took two dicks at once, humming contemplatively before turning on her heel and making her way to her office, letting the sounds of pleasure—of skin slapping against skin—fade into the background.

Once Dr. Kal'tsit reached her office, she sat at her desk and sighed quietly, rubbing her temples to soothe the sensation of numbness just behind her eyes. She made another pot of coffee while idly scrolling through her emails.

Truth be told, she had been neglectful in responding to these memos. Even now, she resisted the urge to cringe at the sight of all the unread messages. Four unread messages, all from earlier today, and all from the Doctor of all people.

Dr. Kal'tsit was hardly surprised to learn that most of these messages contained explicit or at least suggestive content. Attached were images and videos of Rhodes Island’s Doctor in various states of undress, canoodling or being otherwise intimate with various Rhodes Island operators. The first of the emails had a bare naked Exusiai sitting on the Doctor’s lap, with the two subjects in frame giving the camera a peace sign.

The next attachment featured a video file. Operators Saileach and Bagpipe were sucking the Doctor’s dick; the camera point of view appearing from the Doctor’s perspective, looking down, as if he was filming the intimate act himself. Dr. Kal'tsit leaned back in her office chair and took a sip of coffee as she watched the video to completion—a five-minute MP4 that culminated with the Doctor blowing his load all over both soldiers’ faces.

The third video gave Kal'tsit some surprise. The Doctor had operator Kazemaru bent over a table as he proceeded to screw her from behind, though the camera was obviously being held by someone else in the room. Someone who sounded just like Kazemaru.

Kal'tsit instantly understood that the scantily clad Feline had duplicated herself, as she was wont to do. In the recording, it was just as clear that the Kazemaru holding the camera must have been fingering herself, if her moans and the camera’s shakiness were any indication. Just as well, the Kazemaru being bent over and ravaged by the Doctor was wearing a disheveled maid uniform, and Dr. Kal'tsit knew very well just how much the Doctor liked his maids.

“The Doctor sure is rough in this one,” Kal'tsit mused, humming to herself thereafter. She was fortunate to be alone in her office here and now, idly fingering herself while she watched the display on her screen, the volume turned up to capture the sounds of wet slapping and Kazemaru’s whorish moans. Before she knew it, however, the video was over, and Dr. Kal'tsit was still hot and bothered.

The fourth email was just as surprising as the last three. This time, in the attachment, the Doctor was enjoying himself with both Maria and Zofia Nearl. Margaret Nearl must have been holding the camera this time, and she was fidgeting as the Doctor had Zofia’s legs wrapped around his waist. This scene took place in a bedroom, and the Doctor grunted and moaned as he made love to the Nearl sisters.

Maria was riding Zofia’s face on the bed, bucking her hips and blushing intensely all the while. Zofia had her hands up, squeezing her niece’s ass while the Doctor kneeled at her entrance, laying into her with deep, impassioned thrusts.

“Doctor,” said Margaret, speaking from behind the camera. “It’s my turn after Zofia, isn’t it?”

“Of course,” the Doctor replied, grunting as he pumped his hips back and forth. “And then Maria after you, and then I’ll start it all over again!”

Margaret could be heard moaning with approval at the sound of that, and the Doctor held Zofia by the hips as he repeatedly railed into her, huffing and moaning as he worked to please the Kazimierz knights. Dr. Kal'tsit moaned without really meaning to as she kept her eyes locked on the video, dipping her fingers in and out of her snatch as she masturbated in her office chair.

Did she feel a sense of envy for what had just transpired? It was possible, though Kal'tsit couldn’t understand why. She suddenly felt as though she couldn’t understand a lot of things, least of all where all this lust had come from, and why it felt more natural than breathing.

“Here are some pictures and videos you will enjoy,” the Doctor signed under every email. “Keep a record of all of this. I wanted to save these in particular.”

I can see why, thought Kal'tsit, finding some amusement at the Doctor’s choices. Now she was thinking all about the man’s technique. The way he thrust, the way he put his hands on those operators of theirs; spread their legs to let himself in…

Dr. Kal'tsit cleared her throat, feeling more hot and bothered now than she ever had before.

She saved every email to her private folder just then, and she found one from two days before that she’d neglected altogether. To her surprise, this one had no images and no video file. It was a standard text document the Doctor had composed and sent directly to Dr. Kal'tsit. There was no one listed under the carbon copy field, either. It was a private correspondence.

“Dr. Kal'tsit,” the memo began, “regarding the artifact Mostima returned with from her latest expedition…”

Artifact?

Dr. Kal'tsit could recall it, suddenly. The Fallen Sankta had come back from one of her missions with something she said was “interesting.” A gift from someone she’d escorted through a desert, or something along those lines. She’d almost forgotten about it completely, as she hadn’t heard from Mostima since the bluenette’s strange return.

The memo continued.

“The artifact appears to have the ability to alter the cognitive functions and inhibitions of those who come into prolonged contact with it. That would certainly explain Mostima’s behavior when she came back to Rhodes Island—as well as her complete lack of clothing.”

Dr. Kal'tsit could recall that particular incident. Mostima’s return had caused quite a stir on the landship.

“I had elite operator Blaze move the artifact to Rhodes Island Central Storage, but I thought you should know that Blaze exhibited strange behavior shortly after locking the artifact. Just a few hours after making contact with the artifact, she came to my office and stripped completely naked, saying something about how this is ‘what the people want.’ I had no idea what she was talking about, but I knew it had something to do with that artifact. I managed to ‘subdue’ Blaze and put her to bed, but I’m worried this might get worse before it gets better. This incident was kept secret from everyone to preserve Blaze’s dignity, but I wanted your opinion on what to do next. This thing was able to affect what Blaze thought was ‘normal.’ Should we bin the artifact? I’ve left the case unlocked in case you want to look at it. You’ll know it when you see it. It’s the one that looks like a golden phallus.”

There was an addendum to the memo just two hours later.

“Never mind. Everything is completely fine now. We could use a bit of stress relief, anyway. This is what the people want, right?”

And that was that.

Dr. Kal'tsit knit her eyebrows with worry. It felt like something eerie was bubbling to the surface of her mind, and with it came a flash of anxiety unlike anything she’d felt before.

Artifact…

Golden phallus…

Affecting… cognition…?

She was close. She was so close. The answer was just out of reach, slipping through her fingers. It felt like being told that inhaling oxygen was just plain wrong, and it always was.

“Where’s the artifact?” she mumbled, scooting away from her desk. “Have to find… it…”

Affecting… what’s… normal…?

“Hypnosis?” The word left her lips before she consciously thought about it.

“What was that about hypnosis?”

Dr. Kal'tsit turned and found operator Hibiscus standing just beside her desk.

“Hibiscus?” Dr. Kal'tsit rubbed her temples. “How long have you…?”

“I just walked in, don’t worry!” Hibiscus smiled warmly and put a hand on Dr. Kal'tsit’s shoulder, tilting her head with apparent worry. Kal'tsit glanced up with some surprise, having just realized that Hibiscus’ pupils were not at all like they should have been. Her lavender hues were not one solid, uniform color. Rather, the Sarkaz had swirls caught in the sub-aquatic whites of her eyes, making it look like her irises were perpetually spinning, spinning, spinning…

“Hibiscus?” Kal'tsit asked. “Are you…?”

“…waiting for you to join us?” Hibiscus asked, grinning. “Yes, I am! The Doctor wanted me to come and get you. It’s time for the demonstration of cock healing!”

“Oh… yes…”

Dr. Kal'tsit cleared her throat, nodding in understanding.

“Yes, yes, of course… I almost forgot. The cock healing exercise that Folinic told me about.”

“The Doctor said he needs you for it,” Hibiscus informed. Kal'tsit gave a quiet thank-you to the purple-haired Purifier; the Sarkaz that had come a long way since joining Rhodes Island. She followed the wiser Hibiscus out of her office and left her computer as it was, having almost completely forgotten the trouble that had crept into her mind again. Something about an artifact? Oh well. If it was truly important, then surely she wouldn’t have forgotten about it to begin with.

It didn’t take long for Dr. Kal'tsit to find the conference room. She walked in with Hibiscus and found a room full of medical operators, some old and some new to Rhodes Island. With a renewed sense of vigor, the lime green Feline gave a knowing nod toward the congregation before finding the Doctor of Rhodes Island face-fucking operator Ptilopsis like it was a completely normal thing to do—because now it was.

“Ah, Dr. Kal'tsit! There you are!” The Doctor grunted as he pumped his hips back and forth, his pants around his ankles and his dick buried in Ptilopsis’ throat. “Don’t worry, ngh. Ptilopsis here is just helping me stay prepped for our demonstration,” he added with a chuckle.

“Of course, Doctor,” said Kal'tsit, giving an approving nod to Ptilopsis as the Liberi stayed on her knees, fingering herself while she throated the Doctor’s thick, rigid rod. “Needless to say, I am here, and I am now ready to help you begin with the healing demonstration.”

“Perfect! I know you wanted to watch your protégé handle something like this,” said the Doctor, “but I think it’s best if even you get some hands-on experience, wouldn’t you say?”

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Kal'tsit, nodding.

Just like that, Dr. Kal'tsit circled the podium and cleared her throat, finding the cum-stained flash cards that someone had prepared beforehand. The Doctor instructed everyone to take their seats in the conference room turned lecture hall, with Ptilopsis standing from her kneeling position to take her seat in the front row of the audience once more.

Thenceforth, Dr. Kal'tsit went on to explain the benefits of “cock healing,” as the Doctor had come to recognize the practice.

“Good morning, everyone. As you are no doubt aware, the purpose of this lecture and demonstration is to give every member of Rhodes Island’s medical staff the experience necessary to commence with the Doctor’s newfound practice, which will be referred to henceforth as cock healing.”

Dr. Kal'tsit spoke her lines with a completely straight face, even nodding to herself, as though what she said made the most possible sense. She moved over to the next flash card, once again clearing her throat.

“What is cock healing?” she asked aloud. A rhetorical question. “To put it simply, cock healing is just as the name implies. It is the act of promoting a patient’s wellbeing through the use of physical intimacy and carnal pleasure. Our studies at Rhodes Island have shown that the prospect of sex for use in a healthcare setting carries with it some very impressive results—ones that should not be ignored despite the intimacy involved and the taboo that ought to be shed from the notion outright. Indeed, cock healing has a number of benefits associated with its implementation, including, but not limited to: better sleep, boosted immunity, cardiovascular exercise, stress relief, and even the burning of excess calories. Indeed, even when taken at face value, the health benefits of cock healing are plain to see with the naked eye.”

“Naked being the operative word,” said the Doctor, getting some laughter from the audience.

“Indeed, Doctor. No matter how you slice it,” said Kal'tsit, “sex, and cock healing, must become one of the cornerstones of how Rhodes Island functions—not just as a pharmaceutical company, but as a professional ecosystem.” Dr. Kal'tsit heard what sounded like pencils and pens writing on paper. The congregation was taking notes.

Good, she thought. But still, something doesn’t feel right.

Is this really… the most logical course of action?

It must have been, if everyone around her was taking notes, and if the Doctor was stroking his cock up on the stage, right? Dr. Kal'tsit shoved aside her growing reservations and allowed herself to sink into this whirlpool of lust, steadying her breathing as she felt a growing desperation right where her womb ought to have been.

“Dr. Kal'tsit?” Folinic raised her hand, sitting near the back of the lecture hall. “Could you please begin the demonstration with cock healing? I’m sure all of us would like to see that now.”

There were nods and murmurs of agreement from the audience, and Dr. Kal'tsit nodded as she approached the Doctor from around the podium. Within just a half minute, the Doctor was made to lie on his back while Dr. Kal'tsit stripped out of her clothes, baring her full nakedness to the audience before she faced them and started riding the Doctor’s shaft, as naturally as though she’d done it a hundred times before.

“H-Here we are!” Dr. Kal'tsit moaned with pleasure as she put her hands on the Doctor’s shoulders, already huffing and puffing as she faced the congregation and gave them a good view of how she demonstrated the aforementioned cock healing.

“I can stimulate the muscles of my vagina,” she informed, “to better please the patient, and commence with the act known as vaginal sex. This is the most beneficial way for cock healing to be performed, since this would be physiologically pleasing to both the patient and the Rhodes Island medical staff. Are there, ngh, any questions?”

Operator Ceylon raised her hand. “Dr. Kal'tsit, should we use protection for something like this?”

“If you wish,” said Dr. Kal'tsit, her tits bouncing as she continued to ride the Doctor’s cock on stage. “Rhodes Island being a pharmaceutical company, we have a number of, mmf, branded contraceptives for use anytime in the medical wing, and in various vending machines throughout the landship. Do not be afraid to utilize condoms, spermicide, lubrication, and other such things during your tenure with Rhodes Island.”

“But doing it raw feels so good!” The Doctor said, reaching up to caress Dr. Kal'tsit’s kaltits while she arched her back with a horny groan. The Feline jutted out her chest to take more of that stimulation, nodding with a flushed half-smile.

“I-Indeed,” she added. “Some patients may, ah, request the exact opposite. They may want to nix protection altogether. It is important to, mmm, respond to the needs and whims of your patients with regard to their physical and sexual wellbeing.”

Dr. Kal'tsit moaned boorishly as she was taken like this, bouncing on the Doctor’s cock while the man gripped her breasts and kneaded them vigorously. Dr. Kal'tsit kept her hands on the Doctor’s shoulders for leverage, glancing up at the audience to make sure they were still taking notes. She did not know, in this moment, that she was losing herself to the ecstasy. That her verdant hues had become dimmer and hazier. That there were hypnotic swirls in her eyes, and that she’d shed her sense of reason to don a protective coat of pleasure thenceforth.

“As you can see,” said Kal'tsit, huffing and moaning, “the patient is responding well to t-treatment. I must stress the importance,” she added with a groan, “of tending to the patient’s cock whenever possible. Sexual healing of this magnitude can only ever be a good thing, and for the Doctor, I would suggest multiple sessions per day, for the sake of, mmf, tactical rejuvenation and the retainment of sanity.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself!” said the Doctor.

“This is, of course, c-completely normal. All of this will be a part of onboarding t-training for Rhodes Island staff going f-forward,” Kal'tsit stammered, cheeks flush from the pleasure of riding the Doctor’s hard, thick dick. “Ah, just like that… relieve yourself inside me, Doctor…”

“I’m close!” The Doctor warned, pumping his hips up and down as Dr. Kal'tsit rode him to completion. He wasn’t the only one at the precipice of his climax, either. The lust this Feline had been subjected to all morning was finally catching up with her, and she released an undignified scream of pleasure as she came around the Doctor’s cock, clenching and milking him for all the spunk that he could give her.

And, oh, how he gave! The Doctor squeezed Kal'tsit’s ass as he released inside her, painting the inside of the Feline’s cunt stark white with his cum, busting inside her and filling her unprotected pussy full. Kal'tsit gasped as the sensation of being packed full of the Doctor’s gooey warmth kept her over the edge, prolonging her climax and making her shiver and writhe with ardor atop him.

The note-taking in the audience grew more fervent as the medical staffers described what they were seeing, hearing, and smelling. The display before them had been utterly illuminating, to say the least. Fortunately for the congregation, it seemed as though the lessons were far from over. The Doctor and Kal'tsit still had more to demonstrate. It was for the good of Rhodes Island, after all—this completely normal thing to do.

It was, however, time for a position change. The Doctor stood tall and proud as he hefted Kal'tsit up from behind, putting the flustered Feline in a full nelson and locking his hands behind her neck. It was a position that left her feeling utterly humiliated, to put it mildly.

But Dr. Kal'tsit considered herself a good doctor, and if this was something necessary for the Doctor’s cock healing, then so be it. She subjected herself to the shame and indecency of baring herself to the audience like this, her tail whipping back and forth wildly as the Doctor kept her thighs spread and, keeping her in a full nelson headlock, he pushed his cock into her dripping wet pussy, lancing her cunt in full view of everyone.

“D-Don’t f-forget to, ngh, perform your d-duties to the utmost of your, ah, ability!” Kal'tsit huffed and puffed, wholly unused to being put in such a compromising position. Her thighs were already aching, reminding her she needed to exercise more if she was going to become one of the directors in charge of Rhodes Island’s new cock healing mandate.

The audience continued to take notes while the Doctor railed her from behind, pumping his hips in and out while the audience noted the way his massive cock vanished inside Kal'tsit’s hot and drooling pussy. The pleasure was so paramount that poor Kal'tsit struggled to form words and answer any of the audience’s questions.

“Dr. Kal'tsit.” Operator Perfumer raised her hand from the middle row. “How come we haven’t been doing this all along? It seems like the benefits are obvious!”

“I, ah, don’t, ngh, don’t know,” Kal'tsit admitted sheepishly. The waves of pleasure were strong enough to make her feel bowled over, and she went cross-eyed as she reached another spine-tingling, toe-curling orgasm in the middle of the stage. She moaned and grunted like an animal amidst her rut, and the Doctor growled as he kept Dr. Kal'tsit in a headlock, the audience watching attentively as the medical director had a climax so strong that she sprinkled the first row in her ejaculate, squirting from the sheer pleasure and ecstasy that coursed through her body in this very moment.

Dr. Kal'tsit squealed like a pig, her mind ravaged with lust, her eyes crossed, and her tongue dangling from her mouth as the Doctor came inside her for the second time that day. His cock pulsed and his balls throbbed as he let himself go; as he painted her insides with even more of his hot and sticky seed, releasing such a torrent of jism inside the old Feline that it felt… normal. Like this was the way things were supposed to be.

Dr. Kal'tsit was put on her knees before long, dripping cum between her legs and down her thighs as she was made to suck the Doctor’s cock clean, bobbing her head up and down against the man’s crotch.

“Don’t forget to clean up after you’re done,” the Doctor informed, breathlessly, since Kal'tsit’s mouth was presently occupied by his penis. “Otherwise, hah, Rhodes Island would need a hell of a lot more wet floor signs! Does anyone have any questions?”

Most of the women in the audience raised their hands at this point. They all had to know more. They were desperate for the knowledge they could attain, shifting in their seats at the prospects of this newfound medical practice.

Dr. Kal'tsit never shook away the tiny voice in the back of her mind that something was very, very wrong here—but perhaps it didn’t matter. Perhaps there was a bit of wrongness for all the right reasons. This was sure to be a net positive for Rhodes Island.

This was sure to be the most normal thing they could ever do.

And to that end, Dr. Kal'tsit… was satisfied.

Chapter Text

The archiving continued without ceremony.

Dr. Kal’tsit spent a considerable amount of time cataloging all the pornography that the Doctor sent her on a near daily basis. Typically, during times like this, the old lime Feline fancied having just a smidgen of privacy. She also fancied working in relative silence, and the sheer lack of these two things was exactly why Dr. Kal’tsit was so frustrated.

Because she was neither alone nor in relative silence.

Not with Heidi having sex on her office couch.

She glanced up with an annoyed huff, nostrils flaring as she began staring at the other Feline in the room. Heidi was almost completely naked, her Rhodes Island outfit hanging loosely from her thin frame as she bounced up and down, her brunette hair cascading down her pale body as though her silken locks formed a waterfall of dyed sand.

Heidi was on her knees, and she was squeezing her ample breasts around the Doctor’s thick, throbbing cock. Rhodes Island’s tactician lay back and let the groans spill out of his mouth, evidently uncaring about the work Dr. Kal’tsit was doing for him.

“Do you like that?” Heidi asked, giggling sweetly as she jerked herself up and down, keeping her boobs squeezed around the Doctor’s pulsating shaft.

“God, yeah,” the Doctor moaned. “Feels so good… I love those tits of yours, Heidi…”

Suddenly, Dr. Kal’tsit was looking down at her own covered chest. All of a sudden, she felt a surge of frustration, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason behind it. She turned her attention back to the computer on her desk, but it was all for naught. The distractions were plenty; Heidi and the Doctor continued with their fun, with Heidi staying on her knees while she gave the Doctor a titfuck. Did these two even realize Dr. Kal’tsit had been here the entire time? Because they sure weren’t acting like it!

“Ahem.” Dr. Kal’tsit cleared her throat—but it wasn’t enough. Heidi and the Doctor were still making fuck-me eyes at each other, and Heidi started drooling all over the Doctor’s cock, coating his shaft with her warm saliva before she picked up the pace with her titfucking.

The Doctor groaned again, reaching forward and raking his fingers through one Feline’s hair while another Feline fumed behind her.

“Ahem.” Dr. Kal’tsit cleared her throat again. This time, Heidi seemed to get the memo, and she turned her head with an anxious frown as she looked directly at Dr. Kal’tsit, who was still sitting at her desk and staring at the two of them.

“Oh! Um, Dr. Kal’tsit?” Heidi asked. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” lied Kal’tsit. “I am fine.”

“Are you certain?” Heidi’s smile seemed forced all of a sudden. “Ah, did you want to join us?”

“What? No, I don’t want to join,” Kal’tsit lied again, crossing her legs behind the desk. Once more, and bitterly, words failed her. Despite how articulate the good doctor could be, Dr. Kal’tsit failed even to comprehend her true thoughts and feelings. She felt… odd.

In fact, it was a feeling that was in the back of her mind for the past couple of days. Something had changed in the atmosphere. A dilution she couldn’t wrap her mind around.

But it had certainly wrapped itself around her mind.

“Are you stressed about the cock healing exercises you’ll be grading today?” Heidi asked. She kept her eyes on Dr. Kal’tsit, but her hand was on the Doctor’s dick, and now she was stroking him off mid-conversation—like it was the most natural thing to do.

Because, here and now, it was.

Such was the change that had transpired all across the landship.

“Because,” Heidi continued, stroking the Doctor’s cock back and forth and relishing the sound of his moans, “I think you’ll do just fine! The medical operators aboard the ship, mm… they need to know what cock healing is all about. We have people like the Doctor here who need our constant attention!”

“Indeed,” Kal’tsit mumbled, tapping her finger against her chin like she was deep in thought. She thought of Folinic and Sussurro suddenly, wondering what they were doing at present. Or, perhaps it was more apt to say who they were doing at present.

“The cock healing exercises are important,” said the Doctor, groaning as he kept his thighs spread for Heidi to continue with him. The kneeling Feline giggled again as she used two hands to play with the Doctor’s shaft, gliding her soft palms along his length repeatedly, feeling him twitch and throb against her fingers. “We need to, nngh, test the proficiency of, hah, everyone in the medical department… and we need you, Kal’tsit, to ensure that, hah~ that the staffers know what they’re doing when it comes to Rhodes Island Cock Healing.”

“R-I-C-H—that’s RICH!” Heidi laughed more jovially this time, turning her attention back to the Doctor and spitting on his cock once more, making the hand job even slicker than it was before. The Doctor grunted from the pleasure, putting a hand on Heidi’s head to help her get back into the swing of things. It wasn’t long before Heidi started sucking on the tip of the Doctor’s dick, going back to sandwiching the man’s cock between her tits.

“I like cock healing,” Heidi said, her voice low and her tone sultry. Then she went right back to sucking, moaning with her mouth full as she continued her titfuck-blowjob combo. Dr. Kal’tsit continued staring at the both of them; they were mostly in their own little world, and Kal’tsit once again crossed her legs, licking her lips while her eyes went from the Doctor’s cock to Heidi’s slick lips.

Only when she realized what she was doing did she finally muster the courage to stand up and make her way towards the door, while Heidi and the Doctor moved to have fun on Kal’tsit’s desk.

With a slight frown, Dr. Kal’tsit watched as Heidi splayed herself out on the lime Feline’s workstation, and the Doctor got right back to business. He spread Heidi’s thighs and made himself comfortable, pushing his cock right through Heidi’s dripping wet pussy before he worked up a fine rhythm of thrusting. Just like that, without shame or pause, the two started having sex on Dr. Kal’tsit’s desk, and Heidi threw her arms up with a loud moan, knocking over various writing implements, papers, folders, and even Kal’tsit’s coffee mug.

Dr. Kal’tsit sighed thusly. “You two had better clean up by the time I get back,” she said simply. “That means everything you’ll have knocked over, too.”

But once again, Heidi was hardly listening. She and the Doctor were far too engrossed with one another, moaning and groaning with lust and splendor while they worked their hips in tandem, their bodies colliding firmly and wetly even as Kal’tsit turned back around. Turned from their debauchery, feeling different in a way she couldn’t immediately place.

Dr. Kal’tsit slipped through the door and closed it behind her, but Heidi’s giggling still echoed in her ears.

* * *

Dr. Kal’tsit tried to push the worries out of her mind. It didn’t serve well to be distracted at a time like this. Certainly not when she had grading to do.

One of the medical rooms in Rhodes Island’s medical ward was to be used for the aforementioned cock healing ratings, and frankly, the old cat couldn’t wait to get started. She’d been pent up enough already, though she promised herself she would tend to her needs only when all her work was completed for the day. The pleasure would be all the sweeter then.

With all her equipment in order, Dr. Kal’tsit sat on a stool and called the first pairing into the chamber. First up was Lena, better known as operator Perfumer.

“Good morning, Dr. Kal’tsit!” The friendly Vulpo nodded and raised her hand in greeting. She might have even raised her other hand if she wasn’t already locking fingers with her subject—operator Flamebringer.

Kal’tsit knew the Sarkaz, of course, though she hadn’t known him to blush as much as he was now. Flamebringer fidgeted and glanced away from both women, casting his gaze to the ground whilst keeping a firm hold on Lena’s hand.

“It is a pleasure to see you both,” said Dr. Kal’tsit. “Are you ready for your cock healing demonstration?”

“I believe so!” Perfumer flashed a knowing smile in Flamebringer’s direction, eyeing the suspicious bulge in his pants. “Are you ready?”

“Sure thing,” muttered Flamebringer, his blush deepening as he followed Perfumer to the handy black couch that had been placed right inside the medical office. Dr. Kal’tsit felt compelled to record her results in video format, and so she made sure the lens cap was off the video camera before she turned it to the black couch and pushed the button labeled RECORD.

Perfumer smiled confidently as she pulled her clothes off, layer by layer, until she was standing completely naked in front of the camera. Then she took a seat on the couch, and she spread her legs to make sure the camera got a good view of her glistening wet pussy lips.

The tent formed by Flamebringer’s immense erection seemed to grow more pronounced in size. It was clear to both Kal’tsit and Perfumer that the man desperately needed relief, and he took a breath when Perfumer beckoned him over to begin their fun.

The seated Vulpo pulled Flamebringer’s cock out of his pants with deft fingers and brief ceremony. She exposed his thick shaft with a wide smile on her face, looking like she’d won some kind of prize. Perhaps, in her mind, she certainly had.

Then she went about fellating him, using one hand to stroke the length of Flamebringer’s cock while she bobbed her head up and down, back and forth, taking his cock as far down her hot and wet throat as she could. Dr. Kal’tsit had a notepad in one hand, and she was scribbling furiously with the other, keeping her gaze fixated on the duo relaxing by the couch.

Flamebringer was already moaning and grunting with pleasure, and he put one hand on Perfumer’s head while the Vulpo throated his cock without mercy. With her fervent speed and diligence, it certainly seemed as though she was fucking her face using Flamebringer’s dick, spearing her own throat like she had something to prove. She continued to bob her head up and down while she drooled all over the man’s cock and balls, causing some of her saliva to drip down her chin and fall to the ground by the droplet.

Flamebringer’s moans picked up with volume and frequency. His cheeks were a deep shade of red—a testament to how much pleasure and embarrassment he was feeling in this moment.

It was, of course, the latter that was of great interest to Dr. Kal’tsit. “How are you feeling, Flamebringer?” she asked him. “Pleasant, I hope.”

“A bit more than just pleasant, doc,” he replied, steadying his breathing as he put a second hand on Perfumer’s head, savoring the heat and wetness of the Vulpo’s mouth. She was downright predatory when it came to devouring him like this, and his knees buckled as Perfumer effectively slobbered all over his knob, moaning and humming happily while she enjoyed her meal.

Dr. Kal’tsit found herself smirking as she jotted down further notes. Perfumer certainly was dedicated to cock healing. If the rest of the medical team showed even a fraction of this much zeal, then the old cat was confident that Rhodes Island could more effectively treat its patients.

Perfumer pulled away with a wet pop, and she started stroking Flamebringer’s dick with both hands, gliding them smoothly up and down the length of the Sarkaz’s thick, meaty cock. “Are you close?” she asked sweetly, saliva still dripping down her chin. “Are you close, Flamebringer? You’re ready to pop, aren’t you? Ready to bust a fat, milky, gooey lead all over my breasts?”

“Fuck! Y-Yeah!” Flamebringer raked his fingers through Perfumer’s brunette locks of hair, and he pumped his hips erratically, like he truly couldn’t wait to blow.

Dr. Kal’tsit kept her eyes on Flamebringer’s cock. She crossed her legs as she witnessed the subsequent explosion—the way Perfumer jerked the Sarkaz’s cock to completion, causing Flamebringer’s dick to erupt and shoot rope after long, hot rope of cum all over the Vulpo’s tits, blasting a creamy mess all over the woman’s rack.

“Ooh! There we go! Yes! Just like that! Just like that—so good!” Perfumer giggled as she sang her praises, her strokes becoming slow and methodical as she coaxed every last drop of cum out of Flamebringer’s cock, the final spurts blasting right from the tip and landing with wet splats over Perfumer’s knees. Flamebringer grunted and groaned with pleasure the entire time, only sighing with relief once he was well and truly finished letting it all out. His rigid cock went limp after a minute of this, and he looked absolutely contented while he worked to get his boxers and pants back on.

Meanwhile, Dr. Kal’tsit gulped as she finished taking her notes, giving Perfumer a thumbs-up and prompting the Vulpo’s smile to double in size.

“So I passed?” asked Perfumer.

“I would say so, yes,” said Kal’tsit. “You certainly passed, Perfumer. Congratulations on passing your cock healing exam.”

“Wonderful! Thank you, Dr. Kal’tsit! I promise I’ll work hard to take my education and training further!” Perfumer picked her clothes up from the ground, though she didn’t bother to redress herself. She seemed perfectly content to stay nude like this, even with Flamebringer’s cum still clinging to her chest with some on her legs. With her spunk-blasted breasts still in full view, the Vulpo took Flamebringer’s hand and led him out of the examination room, unashamed of the mess that was painted all over her.

After all, why would she be ashamed about it? This was a perfectly normal thing to happen on Rhodes Island…

…right?

* * *

Next up was operator Folinic, and she’d arrived with someone new.

It was operator Mizuki, and he claimed to be in need of cock healing when Folinic found him. Fortunately, it was en route to the aforementioned appointment. Folinic claimed to want to bring Chiave, but he was otherwise indisposed after “last night’s incident.”

“That’s fine,” mused Kal’tsit, gesturing toward the black couch. “You two may begin at your leisure. I am looking forward to seeing how you handle cock healing.”

Mizuki was immensely excited, and it was evident at a single glance. Kal’tsit could see the Aegir’s erection through his pants, looking intimidating even through his clothes.

This was confirmed as soon as Folinic pulled Mizuki’s pants down. His cock was enormous—even more so than Flamebringer’s! Dr. Kal’tsit stared at the Aegir’s thick, meaty shaft while Folinic gulped anxiously and started to remove her own clothes.

Before long, Folinic was naked from the waist down, and she bent over the arm of the couch while she wiggled her bubble butt from left to right, as if Mizuki even needed the enticement. Mizuki snickered as he came up behind the bent-over Feline, reaching up with both hands to grope and knead her ass, watching the jiggling flesh give beneath his fingertips.

“Such a big peach!” praised Mizuki. “I just wanna take a big bite out of it!”

“Please don’t do that,” Folinic said, sighing.

“Remember, Folinic,” said Dr. Kal’tsit, “when it comes to cock healing, always do your best to say yes instead of no. The Doctor wanted to emphasize that. Even just an affirmation may be enough to bring pleasure to any cock you handle from here on out.”

Folinic gulped again, and she laughed nervously. “You’re right, Kal’tsit… sorry about that. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Folinic cleared her throat before trying again, turning her head to look at a very excited Mizuki. “You can do whatever you want to me,” she said. “Anything it takes to get your cock nice and healed, Mizuki…”

SMACK!

Folinic yelped. She didn’t expect to get spanked all of a sudden, and she began blushing beet red when her eyes flicked to Dr. Kal’tsit—as if to nonverbally ask if Kal’tsit saw that.

Kal’tsit nodded. She hadn’t taken her eyes off the duo for a second, humming to herself as Mizuki pressed the head of his cock up to Folinic’s soaking wet pussy lips.

“Oh! Yes!” Mizuki groaned, sinking deeply into Folinic’s pussy lips and keeping his hands on the Feline’s plump rump. “H-Holy heck, you’re so tight, Folinic!”

Folinic giggled shyly at that. “It’s not that I’m t-tight, Mizuki… it’s that your cock is huge…!”

“Aw, thank you!”

Then he started thrusting, keeping casual conversation with his mate as Folinic groaned and worked her body against his. The video camera kept recording, and Dr. Kal’tsit commenced with the note-taking while keeping her gaze fixated on the scene in front of her. She felt enamored by the way these two made love; by the manner with which Folinic tended to Mizuki’s thick, rigid cock. She would go on to “heal” him without issue, but in the meantime, she and Mizuki would have their fun.

Folinic started drooling from the pleasure she felt at this moment, meeting Mizuki’s steady thrusts halfway and slamming her hips against his. Mizuki kept up with Folinic’s pace all the while, groaning as the ecstasy coursed through his body. He watched with rapt fascination as his cock was devoured by Folinic’s pussy, and he relished the sight of his own cock vanishing deeply inside the Feline’s hot, wet, snug sex.

Dr. Kal’tsit crossed her legs again, resisting the urge to touch herself. This was a time for professionalism, goddamn it. A time for professional cock healing.

Mizuki continued with the extremely professional task of clapping Folinic’s cheeks. Folinic—who was looking less and less professional by the minute—whimpered and moaned with blooming lust, meeting the Aegir’s thrusts halfway each time to get as much of that cock as she wanted. Mizuki’s assault was relentless, and he smacked her ass rhythmically while sneaking glances at Kal’tsit, flashing her a smile that did more than the old cat would ever admit.

“S-So big,” Folinic groaned, arching her back as Mizuki pulled her hair. “And s-so rough, too! Hah~ I almost want to p-postpone this healing!”

Kal’tsit bit her lip as she stared at the duo, adoring the sounds of Mizuki’s groaning, Folinic’s moaning, and their hips smacking together wetly over and over again.

However, all good things had to end. For Mizuki, it meant reaching his climax and cumming deep inside the feisty Feline in front of him, giving Folinic a hearty creampie that left her shaking and breathless as she rode out her climax with him. Dr. Kal’tsit crossed her legs in the other direction, watching as Mizuki’s balls pulsed and throbbed while he unloaded a torrent of hot, sticky seed deep inside her protégé.

Folinic, meanwhile, was trembling like a leaf in the wind from all the lust and pleasure that coursed through her at this very moment. Her own ejaculate trickled down her thighs and ran down to her ankles as Mizuki slid his cock back out and into open air—and he slipped his dick between Folinic’s plump ass cheeks just before he finished, blasting a few more ropes of thick, viscous cum all over Folinic’s quivering ass and the small of her back.

“Ah!” Mizuki sighed with immense pleasure, practically grinning from ear to ear, hands on his hips as his spent cock started dripping spunk onto the floor between his feet. “That really hit the spot! Thanks a lot, Folinic!”

Folinic could barely speak at first, content to mumble a thank-you before she yelped when Mizuki gave her one last goodbye spank. It was then that the Aegir turned to face Dr. Kal’tsit, still keeping his warm smile on his face.

“Did I pass?” he asked her.

Dr. Kal’tsit hummed thoughtfully. “Strictly speaking, this test was to gauge Folinic’s ability to perform the Doctor’s mandated cock healing exercises. The test was never to measure your sexual prowess, Mizuki.”

“Oh! Well, in that case, I’d say that Folinic passed!” he said proudly. “100%! My penis has never felt so healed before!”

“Mm… I see. Well, I do agree that she passed,” said Kal’tsit, underlining a statement in her notepad before she nodded to herself, satisfied by what she’d just witnessed. “Congratulations, Folinic. You passed with flying colors.”

“Th-Thank you,” Folinic moaned dreamily, giving Kal’tsit a thumbs-up from her bent-over position. “Thaaank you… very much…”

* * *

“Who is next?” Kal’tsit asked aloud, checking her notepad. “Let’s see… I believe it should be Ceylon and—?”

“I’m here!” Ceylon announced, bursting into the room with her cheeks flushed red. Dr. Kal’tsit wasn’t surprised to see Ceylon, but she was surprised to see that Ceylon was alone.

“Good afternoon, Miss Ceylon,” said Kal’tsit. “Who is going to be joining you for this cock healing proficiency test?”

“That would be Miss Schwarz,” said Ceylon. “The only problem, I should say, is that she’s too flustered to walk on in!”

As if on cue, Schwarz poked her head into the medical room and took one glance around before wincing. “Oh,” she said. “There’s even a couch…”

“Good afternoon, Schwarz,” said Kal’tsit, her eyes narrowed as she stared at Schwarz. She’d never known the six-star operator to be so timid before, but Dr. Kal’tsit understood that today was a day chock full of surprises. “Are you going to come inside?”

Schwarz winced. “Do I have to?”

“Yes!” Ceylon tapped her foot impatiently. She was blushing faintly as she kept her hands on her hips, clearly eager to get things started so that she may pass her cock healing examination.

Yet, for whatever reason, Schwarz was holding things up. It took a bit of coaxing before she finally came into the room, sporting a very obvious bulge in her gym shorts. Apparently, the flustered Feline was practically dragged to the medical ward from the Rhodes Island Fitness Center, which might have explained her hesitation.

But Kal’tsit could see right through operator Schwarz. There was something else she wasn’t saying. It was a hesitation spurred on by uneasiness—but why? Was this not the most natural thing they could be doing on Rhodes Island? Was this not right?

Dr. Kal’tsit wasn’t sure all of a sudden. Schwarz’s hesitation got her thinking on just what exactly the cock healing exercises were graded for. Every single operator had passed with flying colors thus far…

…but could they even fail in the first place?

Come to think of it, thought Kal’tsit, eyeing her document, I don’t think it’s possible to fail at all, according to the Doctor’s listed criteria. But if every operator can pass the cock healing exercise, then why in the world am I sitting here grading them?

Just what in the world is the Doctor thinking?

Kal’tsit felt a twinge of annoyance all of a sudden. A familiar frustration she hadn’t felt for the past few days. She’d been so preoccupied with Rhodes Island’s sexual policy changes, pornography cataloging, and even just navigating generally messier (and stickier) corridors that she’d hardly had time to consider other things. The gaps in her memory were much more pronounced than they ought to have been. Despite having walked Terra for thousands of years, Kal’tsit liked to believe her mind was still as sharp as any of the countless blades she’d wielded.

What is going on? She thought suddenly.

Is this wrong somehow? But if that’s the case…

“Dr. Kal’tsit?” Ceylon asked. “Are you alright?”

Kal’tsit frowned. She felt as though she was so close to understanding things, but at the same time, the truth had just slipped through her fingers once more. She looked over at Schwarz, who still fidgeted anxiously even as she pulled her gym shorts down to her ankles.

“Yes… I am fine,” said Kal’tsit, pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing. “Apologies, Ceylon. It’s been a long day. You may proceed with the cock healing demonstration.”

Schwarz stood naked before long, her cock hardening before Kal’tsit and Ceylon’s very eyes. She fidgeted nervously as she stood with her hands behind her back, looking as stiff as a recruit standing at attention before a drill instructor. Her uneasiness was an immediate point of wonder for Dr. Kal’tsit—but for Ceylon, it was more like a hurdle that they needed to overcome.

“Don’t you want your cock healed?” Ceylon asked.

“I do,” said Schwarz. “But… in public? In front of Dr. Kal’tsit? It feels…”

“Exciting!” Ceylon piped up. “Everyone has been doing this, so let’s not worry so much about it!”

Schwarz sighed. “Miss Ceylon, I do prefer we take care of these things in private, and—nngh!”

Ceylon had fallen to her knees, and she immediately started giving Schwarz a blowjob. The Feline was certainly surprised by the sudden show of salaciousness, and she put her hand on Ceylon’s head straightaway, moans slipping out of her mouth while Kal’tsit watched, pen to paper. While they hadn’t quite used the couch, the video camera was still recording everything that the pair was doing—from Schwarz’s fervent facial humping to Ceylon’s determined, sloppy sucking.

“That’s the spirit,” said Dr. Kal’tsit, nodding with approval as Schwarz put a hand over her own mouth to stifle those erotic moans of hers. She wondered what Schwarz was even truly worried about from the get-go, when all the other operators had done just fine when it came to public sex and open bawdiness.

Could it have been related to Schwarz’s time spent off the landship? The time she’d spent away from Rhodes island?

It was worth considering, though Kal’tsit failed to spot the connection. Still, it was an open thread—and one Kal’tsit kept in the back of her mind the entire time that Ceylon fellated Schwarz’s thick, pulsing shaft.

“G-God,” Schwarz remarked. “It f-feels so good, Ceylon… your mouth and throat feel so good!”

She kept up with her humping, utterly helpless to the pleasure. Ceylon smiled and hummed with delight as she continued sucking Schwarz’s shaft, pulling back just enough to drag her hot, wet tongue up and down the length of the Feline’s dick. From Schwarz’s base to the very tip, there was not a single centimeter that hadn’t ended up coated with Ceylon’s saliva. Meanwhile, Ceylon made sure to give Schwarz’s balls plenty of attention too, using a soft hand to juggle the woman’s nuts carefully and intimately.

Then, with a salacious pop, Ceylon took her mouth off Schwarz’s cock, content to using both hands to stroke Schwarz’s penis up and down, back and forth, over and over again. Both her gentle palms glided along the length of Schwarz’s throbbing dick, and it was a sensation that Ceylon couldn’t resist. She began peppering Schwarz’s cock with long, loving kisses, humming to herself and relishing the joy that came with playing with a big, fat cock—one that was on the verge of overload.

“Sheesh,” said Ceylon, “this really is such fun, Dr. Kal’tsit… we should have put our focus on cock healing a long time ago! I’m a natural at this, aren’t I?”

“You certainly are, Ceylon,” Kal’tsit told her, turning her attention back to her notepad. She thought again about how it seemed impossible for anyone to actually “fail” the cock healing procedure. The entire situation was beginning to feel… out of place. Like Dr. Kal’tsit was doing something wrong, but she couldn’t immediately place what it was.

A piece of the puzzle—out of reach of her hands.

For how long?

Something’s not right…

She hardly had the time to think about the consequences, however. A sudden gagging sound took the brunt of her focus, and she glanced up to see that Schwarz was suddenly face-fucking Ceylon! It was a swift attitude change from how she’d been only five minutes prior, though the kneeling Liberi looked like she was experiencing heaven. Her eyed had rolled, and she slurped and gagged to the best of her ability while her Feline companion tried to remodel her throat.

Kal’tsit bit her lip again. The pleasure was starting to be too much. She began fantasizing about the Doctor again; about riding his cock once more in front of a crowd of people, or sucking him off while she bounced on another cock that needed healing. She thought about slipping under his desk to give him the oral treatment he deserved, and Kal’tsit quickly found that her mouth was watering. Here and now, it was as if her body was begging for a dick to suck. A cock to heal.

She tried to steady her breathing as she switched her focus from the scene before her to the notes she’d taken all morning. The constant allusions to orgasms; to cocks, and cum, and coaxing the latter out of the former.

The growing sense of unease had suddenly shrunken down to almost nothing, just like always. It was pushed to the far back of Dr. Kal’tsit’s brain before she began reaching down to her now-spread thighs, putting her fingers up against her damp—hell, soaked panties.

“Enjoying this, Dr. Kal’tsit?” Schwarz asked with a huff, catching Kal’tsit by surprise and causing the old cat to take her hand off her nethers. “I’m, ngh, starting to see, hah, the appeal of this cock healing thing!” She quickened her pace as she pumped her hips back and forth, lancing the far end of Ceylon’s throat and making the little Liberi gag as her head whipped backward with every deep thrust. Schwarz had two hands on the back of Ceylon’s head now, forcefully taking the naughty bird’s neck for herself, slamming again and again with such a fervent effort that even Kal’tsit was beginning to show a little concern.

However, it was Schwarz’s cock that Kal’tsit was staring at. A monumental, monstrous thing—it plowed Ceylon’s throat up until its sudden eruption, and Schwarz grunted and moaned out loud with pleasure as she let herself go, unloading a torrent of hot and gooey cum straight down into Ceylon’s stomach, bloating the little bird’s tummy with fresh jizz and giving her a nice, thick “milkshake” to guzzle down.

In all her centuries, Dr. Kal’tsit couldn’t remember the last time she felt so jealous.

Ceylon pulled away with a loud hacking cough. Some of Schwarz’s spunk had spilled out of that naughty mouth of hers, but her lips were upturned and she was grinning from ear to ear, feeling certainly victorious. She even had a prize to show for it, and she patted her stomach with a gracious expression crossing her countenance, releasing a burp thereafter.

“G-Goodness me,” said Ceylon, “how unbecoming of me… hah… phew…!”

Schwarz took a step back to admire the mess she’d made of Ceylon. Her mood had turned 180 degrees around, and now she seemed excited to have her fun and games in full view of everyone. “You were right,” said Schwarz. “I don’t know what I was thinking, and I’m so glad we got to do all of that.” She looked down at her own dripping cock, smirking with amusement as her messy penis drooped once more—spent. “I will visit you whenever I need some, ahem, cock healing, Ceylon.”

Ceylon kept her wide smile, and she turned toward Kal’tsit as she rubbed her own stomach. “Ooh… I passed, didn’t I, Dr. Kal’tsit? I hope I’m not the first and only operator to fail my cock healing practice!”

“You passed,” Kal’tsit repeated for the umpteenth time. “Congratulations, you are certified to practice cock healing all across Rhodes Island…”

Ceylon cheered for herself, and she and Schwarz left the room not long after that. They were so enamored with each other and what they’d done that they even left their clothes behind, strutting hand-in-hand and naked through the threshold leading into the hallway. Dr. Kal’tsit raised an eyebrow, but she did not stop them. Not when she felt more aroused now than she felt in the past few days combined.

* * *

Hibiscus was the last medical operator of the day, and Dr. Kal’tsit was surprised when she brought her sister with her.

Lava strolled into the room with a sour look on her face, and Ansel was in tow. The pink-haired bunny boy was flustered, to say the least, though Hibiscus’ attitude lightened the mood by a considerable margin. She claimed she needed help with handling Ansel’s cock healing, and she could think of no better candidate for help than sister dearest.

“Plus,” added Hibiscus, “I think this is a really creative way to handle cock healing!”

Kal’tsit had no qualms about the arrangement, and she gestured for the trio to begin. Just like before, she made sure the video camera was ready to capture all the debauchery that was about to unfold, and she put her pen to the notepad to begin with her note-taking.

Hibiscus and Ansel began making out to lighten the mood, with Lava stripping off her clothes foremost. Kal’tsit stared at the Sarkaz’s modest breasts, and the tuft of violet-colored hair she had perched above her pussy lips. The carpet matched the curtains indeed.

Ansel and Hibiscus pulled away from their kiss with a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths together, and Hibiscus fell to her knees quickly enough that Ansel gasped when he saw her drop. She palmed Ansel through his crotch with an intimate smile on her face, and Lava joined at her side to give Ansel a very special treat—a double blowjob.

Dr. Kal’tsit nodded with approval as the Sarkaz sisters pulled Ansel’s pants down and freed his cock from its cloth prison. Ansel was by far the smallest of today’s males, but neither Hibiscus nor Lava had a problem with it, The older of the two sisters engulfed Ansel’s cock between her soft, slick lips, leaving the younger to tongue Ansel’s scrotum, giving the bunny boy’s balls a tongue bath. Ansel shuddered and moaned in place, raising both hands and keeping them held up, as though he did not know what he wanted to do with them. Almost immediately, Lava and Hibiscus switched sides—one sister went from sucking on Ansel’s cock to playing with his balls, and the other went from licking his nut sack to flicking her tongue against the head of his dick.

Ansel was already at full-mast, but neither Lava nor Hibiscus struggled with the Cautus’ modest package. Whether he was self conscious about it was anyone’s guess. The only obvious point was how much fun Ansel seemed to have. He moaned and groaned with pleasure as the Sarkaz sisters tended to his cock and balls, bathing his package in their warm and wet saliva, with Hibiscus smacking her lips together as she suckled on the head of his dick. Meanwhile, Lava hummed and moaned as she took turns with her sister, kissing the Cautus’ shaft and flicking her fiery tongue against the tip of his dick. Though Lava had a bit of an attitude when she just walked in, it was clear to Dr. Kal’tsit that Lava seemed to enjoy this quite a fair bit. In fact, judging from those gleeful and relaxed moans of hers, it was safe to assume she enjoyed giving head just as much as Ansel enjoyed receiving it.

Lava would deny this, of course, and it was a point that Kal’tsit felt compelled to add to her notepad.

But then something happened.

A glance at the grading criteria. A realization.

A possible failure?

Dr. Kal’tsit kept her eyes on the threesome happening in front of her. Both Lava and Hibiscus bent over the couch cushions so that Ansel could contend with both feisty Sarkaz sisters, and he started off by pushing his cock past Hibiscus’ folds while he brought his fingers to Lava’s dripping wet snatch.

Both sisters were already moaning; their engines were practically purring, full of pleasure. Ansel had a lot to handle, and judging from all the ass in his face, it was clear the pink bunny boy wasn’t used to all this attention. Kal’tsit cracked a small smile; the intern’s expressions were downright adorable, face contorted with pleasure while he worked himself in and out, forward and back, lancing Hibiscus from behind and moaning all the while.

“F-Fuck…” Ansel moaned, putting one hand on Hibiscus’ ass and another hand on Lava’s. “God… this feels so good…!”

“Don’t you dare cum too soon,” Lava hissed. She was scowling as she looked back at Ansel, but she was blushing, too. Her heightened sense of pleasure tinted her cheeks blossom pink—almost the color of Ansel’s hair—and the Cautus heeded her instruction by pulling out of Hibiscus’ pussy to make himself comfortable in hers.

Hibiscus whined when Ansel pulled out of her drooling sex. “Don’t stop!” she cried. “I don’t want you to stop!” Alas, Ansel only had one penis for the two of them, and he made do with two fingers, burying them in Hibiscus’ needy pussy.

Both Sarkaz sisters continued to moan and groan with pleasure. Ansel released some grunts of his own as he pumped his hips to and fro, spearing Lava’s juicy cunt and squeezing her ass with his free hand all the while. Dr. Kal’tsit, who was monitoring them, scribbled furiously as she chewed on her lower lip. She was finding it more and more difficult to focus, given her level of pleasure. She’d spent most of the day simply grading these cock healing sessions, never joining in beyond simply imagining what it would feel like to have sex with these operators.

Perhaps, she thought suddenly, if Ansel is not too tired by the end of this, then maybe…

The lewd thoughts persisted, even as Ansel picked up the pace with his thrusts. He moaned aloud as he swapped from Lava’s pussy to Hibiscus’, and vice versa, giving both girls as much ample attention as they needed. Their desperation was clear in the way they gyrated their hips and humped the space behind them, bumping their crotches against Ansel’s fingers and groaning desperately, arching their backs, whenever he gave them what they wanted.

Eventually—as expected—the pleasure turned out to be too much for Ansel to contain. He was balls-deep inside Lava’s pussy when he finally let himself go, whimpering with pleasure as he released a torrent of hot, gooey cum deep inside the younger of the two Sarkaz sisters.

Hibiscus whimpered, having believed she missed her chance. Kal’tsit’s nostrils flared as she jotted down all she’d observed thus far, non-subtly licking her lips as she watched Ansel’s balls pulse and throb while he blasted Lava’s pussy full of sticky, virile spunk.

“Excellent work, Ansel,” said Dr. Kal’tsit. “And you as well, Lava.”

Both Ansel and Lava panted and groaned, the former still buried in the latter as they tried to catch their breath. Hibiscus winced, however, when Kal’tsit turned her attention over to the not-yet-satisfied older sister.

“But you, Hibiscus,” added Kal’tsit, “have failed.”

“F-F-Failed? Me?” Poor Hibiscus looked mortified. “But why?”

“According to the cock healing criteria set forth by the Doctor,” said Kal’tsit, “a member of Rhodes Island medical staff may only pass if they themselves ‘receive the fruit of their labor.’ In other words, because Ansel did not, ahem, finish inside you…”

“…then it doesn’t count for me,” Hibiscus finished, frowning at Dr. Kal’tsit’s nod. It was only seconds later, however, that her body trembled with excitement as she turned to look at Lava and Ansel just beside her. “I… I have an idea! I just have to ‘receive the fruit,’ right? Then watch this!”

“Hey!” said Lava, “what are you—ngh!”

The younger Sarkaz sister was surprised when Hibiscus practically pulled Ansel out of her, and it was then that Hibiscus fell to her knees to suck the cum right out of Lava’s sticky, messy pussy. Dr. Kal’tsit raised an eyebrow as she watched it happen, mouth agape at the ingenuity on display. Ansel staggered backwards with a groan of pleasure, riding the afterglow all the way to Dr. Kal’tsit’s side, and he joined her in watching as Hibiscus bent Lava over the couch to continue sucking and licking the cum right out of her sopping wet snatch.

“See?” Hibiscus asked, smacking her lips and moaning as she turned to glance at Kal’tsit. “I’m, mmf, enjoying the fruits of my labor!”

“H-Hibiscus, you idiot!” Lava growled, but it was a growl that melted into a moan of pleasure as she spread her legs for sister dearest, saving the sensation of the long Sarkaz tongue that spread her folds and worked to lick her clean.

“I believe,” said Dr. Kal’tsit, “that I am finished grading today. The rest of the cock healing sessions will have to wait until tomorrow.”

That was when she side-eyed Ansel’s still-hard dick beside her, and she reached out to flick the head of the bunny boy’s cock with her finger, prompting the intern to yelp and spill more seed from the tip of his shaft.

“Mm… well,” Kal’tsit reasoned, “perhaps just one more test. As Rhodes Island’s medical director, it is imperative that I…”

“D-Dr. Kal’tsit?” Ansel asked, having tilted his head to observe the old cat’s sitting. “Are you, erm… not wearing any panties? That chair you’re sitting on—it’s soaked!”

“Mmm…~”

“Dr. Kal’tsit? Um… w-why are you looking at me like that?”

* * *

After Ansel had limped out of Dr. Kal’tsit’s office, the old cat sat down and drafted her email. A special request to someone who was off the Rhodes Island landship. An inquiry she felt was necessary enough to warrant secrecy.

Come and find me as soon as you return to Rhodes Island.

Do not speak to anyone. Do not contact the Doctor, or anyone else, about this message.

I have only suspicion in lieu of proof, but since you were away from the ship for an extended period… well, there is something I’d like to have confirmed when the time is right.

Thank you, Lin. I hope to see you soon. I hope my mind is unclouded when that time comes.

Yours, Kal’tsit

Chapter Text

Lin Yühsia didn’t know what the fuck was going on. She’d only just touched down on Rhodes Island, and a small part of her was already itching to go back home.

But she couldn’t simply leave without first seeking Dr. Kal’tsit for clarification on things—such as why in the world everyone on Rhodes Island was having sex around her!

No sooner did Lin step off her chopper did she notice a good handful of the platform staff—who were supposed to welcome her as they always did—were preoccupied with penetration rather than anything resembling a greeting.

Lin squinted when she first saw them, at first chalking it up to a trick of the light as she touched down from Lungmen—but this was no trick of the light whatsoever; no mirage. No, Lin was absolutely seeing a group of Rhodes Island staffers fucking out on the top deck of the ship, without a care in the world and without ceremony. Some of them raised their hands when they saw her, but this was no greeting. This was perversion.

She didn’t know most of their names, otherwise she’d yell them out and insist they cease their frantic gyrations—but it was all for naught. Lin pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned as she walked beyond the platform and away from her helicopter, leaving even the pilot stunned as she strolled right past two workers sixty-nining right near where the helicopter landed. Two more employees—one naked and bent over a giant crate—were screwing when Lin tried to ask where Dr. Kal’tsit had gone. They responded casually amid their even more casual sex, causing Lin to scowl with confusion and frustration at what she was seeing.

“What’s the matter with you?” asked Lin. “Why don’t you save that nonsense for your private dorms, where no one has to see it? Ugh, to think you’re just screwing out in public like this… it’s unseemly!”

“Unseemly?” One of the Rhodes Islanders, mid-coitus, tilted their head to the side as he pumped his hips back and forth against the one bent over the crate. Even from where she was standing, Lin could see the obvious penetration; the man’s cock plunging into the woman’s snug-looking pussy, and a maddening blush tinted her cheeks.

“This isn’t unseemly,” said the woman, suppressing a moan. “It’s normal.”

“You call this normal?” Lin scoffed. “What kind of circus do you hail from? How is Dr. Kal’tsit fine with all of this?”

“Dr. Kal’tsit understands. So does everyone else,” said the woman, prompting Lin to raise an eyebrow in certain astonishment.

“Dr. Kal’tsit knows you are having sex out in the open here?” asked Lin. She felt stupid as the words left her mouth. Like even just talking about this was cringeworthy. She looked around and was thankful that no one else was looking at her—they were all just preoccupied with screwing on top of Rhodes Island, in full view of anyone and everyone.

“Yeah, she knows!” The employee giggled sweetly, and it was a giggle that melted into a moan as the man behind her started thrusting faster, his hips clapping against her own while he ran his hands up to grasp her swaying breasts.

Lin’s nose crinkled. These two, like the others, must have been at it for a while. Some of them had completely shed their Rhodes Island uniforms, while others were content to strip off the pants portion of the attire. One man even pushed his cock through the hole in his pants; he was content with removing nothing else at all.

“Ugh… forget this. This is absurd,” said Lin—and then she was off. If these degenerate employees were going to play games with her, then she was just going to quit while she was ahead; before she risked saying something that she’d regret. The next person she saw on Rhodes Island had better be serious about her arrival; her meeting with the old Rhodes medical director. Just where the hell was Kal’tsit, anyway?

Things didn’t get much better once Lin descended the stairs just one floor beneath Rhodes Island’s top deck. She could smell that something was afoot—and she didn’t like it one bit.

As it turned out, it was the smell of sex and sweat. She nearly tripped on a used condom and was shocked to see more Rhodes Island operators going at it in broad daylight; shameless, and as though all this was completely fine.

As though it was all just… normal.

“Good morning, Lin.” Someone raised their hand in greeting, and the flustered Zalak could see it was none other than operator Deepcolor—Rhodes Island’s “Aegir” artist.

“G-Good morning,” Lin said, stammering. She took a wary step back to avoid one of the artist’s aimless tentacles, which were thrashing in a frenzy all around her. Lin gulped as she immediately noticed operators W and Ines on either side of Deepcolor, who were bound and gagged by the aforementioned tendrils that slithered around their mistress.

But Deepcolor was neither manic, nor particularly interested in what was going on around her. In fact, it seemed as though she hardly cared about the circumstances surrounding her.

“What in the world is going on over here?” asked Lin.

Still holding her paintbrush, operator Deepcolor pushed up her glasses with only her forefinger. “Oh, this?” she asked. “Operators W and Ines were causing a fuss. Dr. Kal’tsit suggested I help them get along—and so here we are.”

Neither W nor Ines could confirm or deny such a thing. Both girls were ensnared by Deepcolor’s tentacle pets; the little Seaborn creatures that Deepcolor always assured were of no threat under her control. W tried to yell something, but it was all for naught. The tentacle in her throat only pulsed and throbbed, leaking some milky white substance past those pretty little lips of hers, dampening the Sarkaz’s senses and drooping her eyelids while another pair of tentacles pulled and twisted those puffy pink nipples of hers.

Ines didn’t fare much better. The poor thing was twisting and writhing with apparent delight, utterly blissed out of her mind as a tentacle wrapped itself around her head and blinded her with its girth. Meanwhile, one of those probing tendrils was thrusting in and out of her dripping wet pussy, the other forcing its way into her asshole while she dangled in the air alongside W.

Lin was almost at a loss for words, because the only things she could think to say were expletives. She stepped away from another one of Deepcolor’s tentacles and caught the smile on the 4-star operator’s lips, noticing the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Deepcolor assured, keeping her naughty smile, “you won’t fall beneath my little friends. Not if you’ve been a good girl,” she added.

Lin’s frown deepened at the sound of that. “Did Dr. Kal’tsit truly ask you to do this?”

“In a few words, yes,” said Deepcolor.

Lin sighed. Somehow, she very much doubted this was what Dr. Kal’tsit had in mind. “Do you know where I can find her? I feel like there’s something wrong with Rhodes Island now. That, or you’re all simply pranking me, but…”

No, that couldn’t be it. This was going exceptionally far, even for a prank. The far more likely scenario was that something insidious had taken hold of the landship and its inhabitants, but Lin needed to see more before she could either confirm or deny this.

She ended up leaving without saying goodbye, listening to W’s and Ines’ moans as she rounded the bend and made a beeline for anywhere else. Scattered around her feet in the Rhodes Island hallways were more used condoms and empty bottles of lubricant; evidence of pleasure that made Lin turn up her nose with disbelief and disgust.

Something’s seriously wrong here! thought Lin. This is Rhodes Island, not some brothel! What in the world is going on?!

She finally saw another person before long, and she was both surprised and satisfied to see they were alone. Even better still was the fact it was someone she knew very well. A breath of fresh air in this rank-smelling place.

“Beatrix, please tell me you’re sane.”

Beatrix Schwire, who was known mostly through Rhodes Island as operator Swire, simply quirked an eyebrow as she glanced up from her smartphone. The fact she was not only wearing clothes, but that it was casual wear, came as a great relief to Lin Yühsia, who was beginning to think she was the only normal person left on Rhodes Island since coming to visit.

“Of course I’m sane,” Swire said. “Why wouldn’t I be? Also, it’s good to see you again, Lin. What’s got you here on Rhodes Island?”

Lin’s face brightened with a small smile playing on her lips. For once, she was more than elated to see the bratty cat. “I’ve come here at Dr. Kal’tsit’s request,” explained Lin. “She made it sound as though there was something seriously wrong here on Rhodes Island—something that could have used outside help. And judging from what I’ve seen lately, I’d say she’s right.”

“What do you mean?” Swire asked.

“Surely you’ve noticed? The sights and smells around the landship?” Lin loathed even having to explain it. “Everyone on Rhodes Island is engaged with—!”

“Oh, that reminds me,” said Swire, interrupting the flustered Zalak. “Ch'en is gonna be joining me in a little while. Maybe you wanna tag in, too? Could be a lot easier with the three of us.”

“Three of us?” Lin lost her train of thought, too distracted by the cat’s insinuation, as well as the lingering smell of sex and sweat. “What are you talking about?”

At that moment, it was none other than Ch'en that rounded the bend, and that was when Lin felt as though her jaw had dropped to the ground between her feet.

In all the time she’d known Ch'en, from their adventures and business in Lungmen to the walls beyond, she’d never suspected the Lung of being capable of dressing… like that.

But the Ch'en standing in front of her, here and now, was wearing lingerie of all things. Dolled up with makeup; eyeliner and a soft blush that had been put on her cheeks in some attempt to make herself look more palatable to would-be partners. The lingerie, though, is what captivated Lin more than anything else.

Like most lingerie sets, this one left absolutely nothing to the imagination. However, unlike most lingerie sets, this one bore holes that exposed Ch'en’s inward-facing nipples, which stunned Lin into silence as soon as she’d noticed them. Ch’en’s body was adorned with a set that hugged her curves, emphasizing a vibrant, sanguine red color. Frankly, it complemented her azure hair deliciously, and Lin had to stop herself in her tracks once she’d thought about it, chalking it up to the surrounding smells that dampened her thinking, but fortunately preserved most of her inhibitions.

She could not say the same for Ch'en, however.

More than merely exposing Ch'en’s nipples to the open air—and anyone who even so much as spared a glance in her direction—the wine-red set of lingerie also had the luxury of highlighting Ch'en’s crotch and exposing her drooling pussy lips via the obvious hole at the bottom of the piece, giving anyone unrestricted access to her snatch.

But perhaps the most absurd aspect of all this was the fact that Ch'en didn’t seem to bat an eyelash at what she was wearing, or that Lin and Swire were staring at her. If anything, she behaved as though she was wearing the most normal outfit she could be.

“Lin? It’s a pleasure to see you,” said Ch'en, approaching the Zalak and extending a hand in greeting—only for Lin to jerk back with a scowl and directed squarely at the Lung woman in front of her. “What’s wrong? Why are you acting like that? Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah,” said Swire, smirking. “A whole lot of ugly.”

“Don’t make me throw you across the hall, Bea,” Ch'en replied. “You know I can. I’ve done it before.”

“You won’t be able to lay a hand on me this time. I’ve gotten faster since my promotion, you know?” She shared a knowing wink with Lin. “And anyway, we still have to wait for Hoshiguma. God, I just wish she’d be here already. I’m itching for a dicking.”

“For a what?!” Lin’s glare bounced between both girls in front of her, and now she was unable to decide who between Ch'en and Swire was the most mentally unwell. “Swire, I thought you told me you were sound!”

“I am sound! There’s nothing wrong with me!” Swire scoffed. “What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird since you got here.”

“I’ve been acting weird?” Lin gawked. “Ch'en is standing in the middle of the hallway in nothing except lingerie! The most revealing lingerie I’ve ever seen, at that!”

“Oh, this?” Ch'en gestured down to her oh-so revealing lingerie. “This is for the fun we’ll be having with Hoshiguma. Did you want to join us, Lin?”

Lin shook her head sternly, and she turned up her nose. “Why is everyone on Rhodes Island having sex and being so vulgar?”

Ch'en and Swire exchanged neutral glances just before they turned to regard Lin as if she was the unhinged one. “This is all normal,” they said in unison.

Lin gulped. She could see now that there was no getting through to anyone around her, and that the situation was worse than she initially thought.

“I… I can’t handle this,” she stammered, her voice trembling with barely muted frustration. “Not if I’m the only one. I… I need to find Dr. Kal’tsit. Immediately—!”

She turned to leave just then, and she collided right into someone. She didn’t need to spare a glance to know who it was.

The Doctor of Rhodes Island. The near-silent “commander” watching from behind his helm. Lin opened her mouth to speak, but there were no words to pour forth. Not anymore.

Not when her gaze was fixed to the item in the Doctor’s hands. A golden obelisk—one that was strictly phallus-shaped and glinting beneath the fluorescent lights of the Rhodes Island corridor. Lin found she couldn’t stop staring at the thing in the Doctor’s hands, and she felt her head throb the more she stared at it—up until she clenched her eyes shut and turned away; turned back towards Ch'en and Swire.

“What… in the world… is that?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Ugh, Doctor, my head…”

The Doctor said nothing, but Lin could tell he was smiling behind his mask. His low chuckling spoke volumes as he backed away from her, having apparently done what he had come all this way to do. The next time Lin turned to face him, he was gone, and so was the strange artifact that made her head pound—up until it didn’t.

In fact, her headache was all but gone, and Lin let a deep breath pass through her lips before Hoshiguma came up from the other end of the corridor, raising her hand and giving the Zalak a friendly wave.

“Hey, Lin! It’s good to see you,” said the Oni, who put a strong, calloused hand on Ch'en’s ass, giving her cheek a hearty squeeze. In fact, she did the same with little miss Swire, who leaned into the larger woman’s touch with a quiet moan slipping from between those upturned lips of hers.

“About time you’re here,” Swire whined. “I’ve been waiting to get that Oni cock of yours all damn day! How could you keep me waiting like this?!”

“Sorry, little miss,” Hoshiguma replied, smiling and laughing nervously. “I had to take care of a pair of feisty Perros who wouldn’t let me pass until I whipped it out, you know.”

Lin rubbed her eyes and saw that Hoshiguma was wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of boxers that did little to hide the enormous length trapped just behind the article. Indeed, Lin could see the Oni’s trouser snake clear as day, the outline of which insinuated its desperate desire for release.

Hoshiguma’s smile grew when she noticed Lin staring at the massive tent in her boxers, and she put both hands on her hips to show it off proudly. “Wanna join us, Lin?” she asked, propositioning the Zalak. “Ch'en and Swire need me for some stress relief. It would make sense for you to join us, right?”

“R-Right… yes,” said Lin, shaking her head and rubbing her temples. “Yes, that… that makes sense. I wouldn’t mind some R&R with you three; thanks for the invitation.”

“No problem,” said Hoshi, shooting a wink in Lin’s direction.

“But do you still have an issue with what Ch'en’s wearing?” asked Swire.

“No… not at all,” said Lin. “I don’t know why I was kicking up a fuss… it makes little sense. Because what Ch'en is wearing… it’s completely normal, isn’t it?”

* * *

Lin could barely remember why she’d even come to Rhodes Island in the first place, though nearly all thoughts tumbled out of her pretty little head as soon as Hoshiguma dropped her boxers down to her ankles.

The Oni was right that she could use some unwinding, and it was the most natural thing in the world to want to de-stress alongside Swire and Ch'en. She only wished she was matching Ch'en and Swire with lingerie of her own, especially as they entered Hoshiguma’s dorm room on Rhodes Island and found more evidence of the fun and games she’d had before meeting the trio. The room, like the rest of Rhodes Island, smelled of sex and sweat; heady passion that sent a shiver up Lin’s spine and set her thoughts ablaze. She could see clothes strewn about the place that clearly didn’t belong to Hoshiguma, such as a black thong that hung from the ceiling fan and what looked like Folinic’s lab coat.

And Lin, who felt it necessary to add to the mess of clothes around the room, simply got naked as soon as Hoshiguma urged her to do so, and Lin shimmied out of her panties before tossing them aside, unsure just when exactly she’d become so wet between the thighs.

“Yes, this is normal,” Lin muttered, wholly unaware, like the others on Rhodes Island, of her own hypnosis. “This is what the people want to see…”

“In that case,” said Hoshiguma, “why don’t you come over here and get me started?”

“You’re not gonna let me suck it first?” Swire whined.

“Don’t be greedy, little miss.” Hoshiguma winked. “I let you suck it as long as you wanted last time.”

“Hmph! Fine!”

Lin smiled at that, and she fell to her knees in front of Hoshiguma before putting her hands on either of the Oni’s thighs, admiring the larger woman’s physique; how toned she was and felt beneath her touch.

Lin had never been intimate with either Ch'en, Swire, or Hoshiguma before, but now she was wondering why she hadn’t. This made complete sense, did it not? That they could relieve one another to boost their productivity and workflow… she couldn’t believe she hadn’t done this before. Now, she would make up for lost time.

Hoshiguma’s cock was enormous to say the least, and Lin pressed her face up against that twitching, throbbing shaft to take a big whiff of it, shuddering as she enjoyed the stench of Hoshiguma’s cock musk. It was a veiny dick; angry-looking and in need of desperate attention—attention that Lin was more than willing to give.

She wasted no further time by parting her lips to welcome the head of Hoshiguma’s cock into her mouth, saying hello to the Oni’s shaft by pressing her tongue flat against the turgid rod of meat. It pulsed hotly against her tongue, almost like it was greeting her right back, and Lin smiled as her eyes drifted shut; as she sank down to welcome more of that shaft past her mouth to tease the entrance to her throat, with Hoshiguma already tipping her head back with a long and throaty moan of pleasure. She put her hand on Lin’s head and urged her to keep going, and Lin was all too happy to reciprocate.

Ch'en’s mouth watered as she approached Lin’s right side, with Swire on her left. Hoshiguma was more than happy to accommodate them all, because she had more than enough cock to go around.

“Ch'en, why don’t you clean me down there?” the Oni asked, giving the Lung woman a bawdy, knowing smile. “Swire, you can join her. Take the other one.”

By the other one, she was, of course, referring to her balls. Ch'en took one in her mouth, and Swire took care of the other, and it wasn’t long before they were giving Hoshiguma’s hefty scrotum a tongue bath; getting their saliva trickling down the hulking woman’s crotch from how they licked and lapped away with zeal.

Lin felt her cheeks burn with her own blushing, surprised at herself for doing this, but more so that she hadn’t done it sooner. To her, this only made the most sense. It was as if she hadn’t truly opened her eyes since she came to Rhodes Island.

Why did she come here again?

To find… someone? To see… a doctor, perhaps?

Lin didn’t know, and honestly, she didn’t care. The only thing she wanted to contend with was Hoshiguma’s thick and meaty cock, and she bobbed her head up and down while keeping her pretty little lips sealed around the hulking Oni’s powerful shaft.

She could feel it pulse hotly against her lips and tongue again, further dampening her mind while she basked in the musky smell that practically radiated from Hoshiguma’s crotch. Meanwhile, Ch'en and Swire were tasked with cleaning the Oni’s balls, with the girls on either side of Lin flicking their hot and wet little tongues against the nuts right in front of them. Swire especially lathered and licked the Oni’s balls with zeal, even taking them into her mouth to suck gently; to stimulate Hoshiguma further while she practically marked herself with the larger woman’s domineering musk.

Hoshiguma groaned with pleasure as she put a hand on Swire’s head, and she used her other hand to rake her fingers through Ch'en’s hair. “Good girl,” she purred. “Oh, you’re such a good girl, sweeties… all of you…”

“You get so sentimental whenever we do this,” Swire teased, just to receive a gentle bap over the head by the handsome Oni whose balls she was presently cleaning with her tongue.

“You know you love it,” Hoshiguma shot back, making damn sure to shower Lin with just as much affection. She took her hands off Ch'en and Swire’s heads before putting them both on Lin’s cheeks, caressing the cutie’s face while she humped upward to give her more of that thick, pulsing shaft she seemed to love so much.

Lin sucked as best she could, given the circumstances. This wasn’t her first blowjob, but it was her first time fellating an Oni. Were they all this huge? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care—about anything anymore, frankly. The artifact’s hypnosis had done its job; had irradiated her brain with lust, and now she was just like the others on Rhodes Island.

Or, perhaps she was just getting there. Perhaps there was still a bit of hope left in those hazy eyes of hers as she bobbed her head up and down, as she tried to engulf Hoshiguma’s cock; swallow it down hungrily, like the starving rat she was. Hoshiguma praised her, panting and cooing beneath her breath as she held Lin by her blushing cheeks, pumping her hips up and down to spear that pretty mouth of hers with her tremendous, twitching cock. Lin moaned all the while, just like a good girl ought to when being graced like this, and both Ch'en and Swire continued to give Hoshiguma’s balls a tongue bath, releasing aroused moans and groans themselves.

They practically bathed themselves in Hoshiguma’s musk, like they wanted to mark themselves with the Oni’s cock stench. Lin herself felt as though she could do nothing but move her head up and down and swirl her tongue around the burgeoning meat shaft in her mouth. The taste and smell of Hoshiguma’s thick dick made her heat spin, and she wanted nothing more than to please and treat her old friend like this.

“Fuck yeah,” Hoshiguma groaned. “Keep going…”

“When is it gonna be my turn to suck it?” Swire asked, groaning.

“C-Come on, little miss… how often do I get to put my hands on Lin like this? Don’t be greedy,” she reminded.

“Hmph! Greedy my ass!” Swire pouted, her eyes just as hazy and lust-filled as her friends’ hues. “I’m so fucking wet down here…!”

“Me too,” admitted Ch'en, blushing crimson as she nipped at Hoshiguma’s toned thigh. She peppered soft kisses against her dear friend’s leg, and she released a quiet whine that emphasized her arousal. It was clear, then, that Hoshiguma had quite the few needy little playthings in her hands. Whatever was an Oni of her prowess to do?

“Fuck… don’t stop,” she growled, and she squeezed Lin’s cheeks while pumping her hips even more fervently; more desperately. By now, she was fucking Lin’s poor little throat in earnest, with Lin struggling to keep it all in, slurping and gagging from the prowess that Hoshiguma displayed with her.

She suddenly wished that she had no gag reflex at all.

Ch’en and Swire were captivated, their eyes wide with fascination. They practically had swirls caught in their hues as they watched Hoshiguma attempt to remodel Lin’s throat—to great effect! Lin continued to gag and spill warm saliva all over Hoshiguma’s cock and balls; her throat constricted around the Oni’s thick and throbbing shaft, and the dizzy Zalak felt like she could feel every single vein on the futa cock in her mouth and throat.

“Holy shit,” said Swire, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. “Don’t stop! Fuck her nasty throat!”

“Don’t stop sucking,” Ch'en told Lin, moving some of the Zalak’s hair out of her eyes so she could look up at the brutish woman who was presently treating her like an oral fleshlight. Lin’s pussy was leaking; she couldn’t remember the last time she was this wet, and if Hoshiguma was going to continue fucking that pretty little mouth of hers—lancing her face with her balls slapping wetly against her chin—then she would not remember much of anything anymore.

However, for better or worse, Hoshiguma was overcome by a sudden climax. She slammed Lin’s head down against her crotch, occupying all the space in her throat—every inch—before she started cumming.

She burst and spilled straight into Lin’s stomach, blasting every hot and gooey rope of cum straight into the rat’s belly, prompting Lin’s eyes to go wide with shock as she put her hands on Hoshiguma’s thighs for leverage. Some of the cum was already spilling out from Lin’s lips as Hoshiguma gave slow and steady thrusts, pulling back just enough to pelt the Zalak’s throat with more of that yummy, mind-numbing jizz.

Then Hoshiguma pulled even further back, scraping Lin’s throat and mouth with the head of her cock, and Lin made an embarrassed squeak—just like a little rat—when some of Hoshiguma’s cum burst from her nostrils!

“Whoa!” Swire giggled. “Holy shit!”

“You really did a number on that mouth of hers,” Ch'en remarked, starry-eyed and grinning like mad. “I hope you know I’m next, Guma. I need you to fuck me—right now.”

“No way! I thought I was next!” cried Swire. “Damn it, when am I gonna go?!”

“G-Girls, hah… g-girls!” Hoshiguma gave a wobbly smile, for she knew she had her work cut out for her today.

Lin was woozy, to say the least. Hoshiguma dragged her soggy, messy cock out of Lin’s well-fucked throat, and she flopped it right on the Zalak’s flustered, blushing face, further sullying the girl’s visage in full view of her friends. Lin panted, her hot breaths wafting over Hoshiguma’s twitching, monstrous cock. As she absorbed every detail, a smile of genuine delight played on her face…

“Uuuurrrrppp—!”

…only for her to be embarrassed all over again when she burped as loud as she had, still rubbing her face against Hoshiguma’s mighty dick—a cock without equal.

Ch'en was next, and she didn’t give a damn what Swire had to say about it. Truth be told, Hoshiguma wanted to put her hands all over the Lung’s erotic lingerie, and after Lin’s inaugural throat-fucking, the Oni was all too happy to put her hands on her dear little friend.

Hoshiguma put Ch'en on her back, and the Lung woman spread her thighs almost immediately. She was happy to take her friend’s thick cock again, and she gave Lin a thumbs-up as if telling her to take notes.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” whispered Hoshiguma, running her hands up and down the length of Ch'en’s sides, feasting her eyes on the wine-red lingerie that hugged her dear friend’s curves. Lin watched with rapt attention as Hoshiguma physically and verbally admired Ch'en’s tight little body, and she felt jealous despite having only just brought the Oni stud to climax.

But Hoshiguma didn’t waste another second before she put her cock to Ch'en’s dripping wet pussy—and made herself at home. In one slow thrust, she was already halfway inside Ch'en’s snatch, and she groaned lustfully while Ch'en wrapped her arms around the Oni’s shoulders in an intimate hug.

However, Swire didn’t want to miss out on the excitement. Despite the tender moment between her companions, she still felt she ought to one-up the Lung woman who stole her place in line, and the best way she found she could do that was by outright sitting on Ch'en’s face, gliding her pussy against the Lung’s tongue.

“Nasty little bitch,” Swire remarked, giggling and then groaning as she humped Ch'en’s face with reckless abandon, practically bathing the girl beneath her in the juices of lust that trickled out of her pussy. “Fucking eat me, you little—nngh…!”

Ch'en used her hot, wet tongue to probe at Swire’s even hotter, even wetter pussy. With a hand on either of the bratty catgirl’s thighs, she kept her face pressed up against the Feline’s snatch, licking and slurping delightedly and deliciously. Swire bucked her hips all the while, moaning, shuddering, and thankful that the fire in her core was finally being put out—even if it was via Ch'en’s saliva.

As Lin watched her friends, a contented smile spread across her face, captivated by the joy they exuded. She brought her fingers to her snatch as though ready to play with herself, then stopped once she heard a knock at the door.

Lin glanced toward Hoshiguma, Ch'en, and Swire, but it appeared as if none of them heard the sound. With a wry smile on her lips, she stood up from her kneeling position and wobbled to the door, licking the spunk that still clung to her lips before she allowed the automatic door to open, sliding up and into the ceiling.

Standing in the doorway was none other than Dr. Kal’tsit, who arched an eyebrow as soon as she noticed the Zalak standing on the other end—naked and messy with fresh Oni cum to boot.

“Dr. Kal’tsit,” Lin said, flashing a wobbly smile at the serious-looking Feline before her. “I finally made it to Rhodes Island…”

“…yes,” Dr. Kal’tsit said, sighing. “I can certainly see that. It seems the new Rhodes Island has finally gotten to you, too…”

“You, erm… you had something you wished to tell me, didn’t you?” Lin asked, tilting her head as Hoshiguma grunted and groaned behind her.

Dr. Kal’tsit glanced past Lin and saw that Hoshiguma was currently railing Swire into the bedsheets, holding the bratty cat by the hips while she crashed theirs together. Swire screamed with bliss, her breasts swaying like pendulums beneath her as Hoshiguma’s fingers dug into the girl’s skin. Hoshiguma certainly didn’t want her fuck toy going anywhere.

Meanwhile, Ch'en was content to make out with Hoshiguma, kneeling just beside the Oni as she put Swire through her paces. Ch'en grabbed Swire’s tail, too, giving it a stern yank to make the naughty little Feline gasp and cry out lustfully.

Then, of course, Dr. Kal’tsit brought her gaze back to Lin, and she frowned.

“There’s an artifact aboard the ship,” she told Lin. “It’s… to my knowledge, it’s dampening our sense of logic. It’s the cause of all this outstanding libido. Everyone on the landship…” She paused to grab her temples, groaning and shaking her head slowly. “We’re all accustomed to it, but perhaps… if it’s not too late…”

“What are you saying, Dr. Kal’tsit?” Lin asked.

“We’re assuming that sex between each other is the most natural thing there is,” Kal’tsit managed to say, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. “We should focus on grabbing and destroying that artifact in the Doctor’s possession, but…”

Lin raised an eyebrow. “But?”

“…but right now, I just want to put my hands all over you,” Dr. Kal’tsit admitted, taking a deep breath and letting it pass through her shuddering lips. “I would like to do very nasty things with you, Lin. Things that, perhaps, we shouldn’t…”

“But if it’s logical,” Lin reasoned, “then…?”

Dr. Kal’tsit leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms. “But what if it was not logical? What if we should find the Doctor, and—?”

Lin couldn’t focus on anything more than that. Whatever Dr. Kal’tsit was saying, it was nothing compared to how sexy she looked at this very moment. How appetizing she seemed. Maybe it was because the rat wanted the cat to catch her, toying with danger, steeping herself in more of that heady, dizzying lust.

She reached out and pulled Kal’tsit into the room by the hip, and Kal’tsit allowed herself to be dragged into the group’s affairs. Whatever she had in mind, it could wait until after their fun and games continued—and they wouldn’t stop until everyone was satisfied.

“Dr. Kal’tsit!” Hoshiguma grinned, though she didn’t let up from how sternly she was fucking Swire’s greedy ass. “It’s so good to, ngh, see you!” She raised a hand in greeting before turning her attention back to Swire beneath her, who withstood her thrusts and cried out all the while. “Yeah, that’s it, you slutty little cat,” Hoshiguma grumbled, pinching Swire’s butt. “Take every thrust, ngh, good girl… oh, you’re so good for me, baby…”

“What brings you by, Dr. Kal’tsit?” Ch'en asked, leaning back in bed and spreading her legs for Rhodes Island’s medical director.

“I came with a purpose,” Kal’tsit assured, although she soon found herself distracted by the sight of Ch'en’s soaking wet sex. “But… I suppose now… my purpose is to cum.”

“Well said.” Lin smirked as she prodded Kal’tsit from behind, and the old Feline turned to see that Lin was now equipped with a strap-on. It didn’t take long for Dr. Kal’tsit to drop her clothes, and in no time at all, she was joining the Lungmen trio in all their splendor and debauchery. Lin got to experience firsthand that Dr. Kal’tsit wasn’t as quiet during sex as one might have thought, although she was certainly one to scratch.

“After we have our fun,” said Lin, panting and groaning, while she slammed the dildo deep into Kal’tsit’s snug little pussy, “we c-can… find… the Doctor…”

“After our f-fun.” Kal’tsit nodded in agreement, keeping her legs spread as Lin railed her from behind. She put her mouth against Ch'en’s pussy just then, and all sound faded from those perky ears of hers.

In the end, there was naught but lust in spades, and she remembered wanting to drown in it.

Chapter Text

Operator Reed looked down at the panting, nearly unconscious form of Typhon lying supine on the large, sweat-stained, cum-stained bed—and she immediately hated herself for what she’d done to the short stacked Sarkaz.

Casting a displeased glare down at her own thick and throbbing cock, which was still leaking cum from the deed she’d only just done, the Draco cursed herself. Indeed, she cursed herself for having been so horny; so insatiable that she entered a sort of fugue state and turned Typhon into… this.

“Damn it… ugh, just… damn it…!”

Reed’s voice was usually smooth and steady, like a gentle stream flowing over stones. However, she couldn’t presently hide her disgust; how distraught she was for what she did. The girl harbored an aversion towards sex this entire time, but had only recently found herself unable to stop pumping those hips of hers.

The result? Reed’s lust had claimed its latest victim in operator Typhon. The Draco’s prior bedmates—Leizi, Breeze, and Vulcan—had ended up in much the same manner. Not only knocked unconscious, but knocked up if they didn’t take any of Rhodes Island’s complimentary contraceptives.

The question that lingered was: why was this happening? What prompted Reed to engage in so much sexual activity after previously avoiding it before arriving at Rhodes Island? She’d even had more sex in the past two days than she had in the months leading up to this breaking point, and the more she thought about it, the more her cock twitched and leaked onto the ground between her feet, her enormous Draco dick bobbing in the air as it protruded from her crotch like a veiny third arm.

“Holding myself back… it’s getting harder and harder,” she told herself, wincing. “And speaking of harder and harder…”

With both hands, she firmly stroked her wet cock, tilting her head back with a pleasurable groan. Typhoon hadn’t moved; the little Sarkaz was still stunned from being fucked silly, and her puffy pussy continued to leak Reed’s fresh, viscous, fishy-smelling load. Reed had half a mind to go in for a round seven (or eight? She lost track), but decided it would be best if she left Typhon alone to rest. The thought crossed her mind that if she just stayed away from stunning women, she could keep her lust in check. Could it be done? There was, of course, only one way to find out.

“Of course,” she grumbled. “I am not the only person aboard this ship suffering from bouts of lust. Everyone seems to have lost their minds, and they have nary a care in the world about it. Oh, what is a Draco like me to do?”

And so Reed decided she knew what she could do. The best course of action was to not have sex—just for a day at least, and then a few more after that. She would practice abstinence; it was the best way, she felt, that she could regain control of herself and her senses. She didn’t want to become some breed-hungry monster who prowled the corridors of Rhodes Island like an insatiable beast, and yet, she felt she would become such a thing if she didn’t keep her horniness in check!

. . .

And yet… well…

Typhon was right there, wasn’t she?

And she had been such a good girl, hadn’t she?

Yes, a remarkable little lay… a girl small enough to throw around the room; it was utterly effortless for Reed to dominate her as she had. To have tasted the plump flesh of the Sarkaz, her sweet juices filling Reed’s mouth as she spread the woman’s thighs and dove right in, was a memory she would savor forever. Typhon had a voluptuous figure, with a generous chest and thick thighs. She was Reed’s most satisfying conquest yet, and she knew she’d be riding this high for the next day at least.

“Maybe I can start… tomorrow?” Reed thought aloud, licking her lips at the sight of Typhon’s still leaking pussy. The air hung thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent mix that seemed to tease and excite Reed as she crawled back into bed.

“W-well… as long as you’re already here,” Reed reasoned, wiping the drool from her mouth with one hand, and using the other to grope Typhon’s bulbous breast. “Would you like to go again, Typhon?”

Typhon stirred at the mention of her name, and she dazedly spread her own thighs to welcome Reed’s enormous cock—just as it had before.

“My womb,” Typhon slurred. “Oooohh… my womb… it wants to kiss your penis again…”

Reed nearly bit through her lip at the sound of that. She growled with barely muted pleasure as she squeezed Typhon’s thighs and brushed the head of her cock against the chubby Sarkaz’s slit, relishing the quiet coos that escaped the veritably fucked-out Sarkaz.

“Go ahead,” Typhon said, promising salvation. “Use me again and again… I can take it… like a warrior…!”

Reed took a deep breath and let it pass through her shuddering lips. She supposed there was no helping it, then. She would definitely go abstinent. This lust burning inside of her could be quelled; could be succeeded!

…tomorrow! Yes! She would absolutely get started tomorrow morning; she would keep sleeping with Typhon now, and get it out of her system, and then starting tomorrow, she would be a new woman! Reed could ignore the seductive, almost tangible energy that surrounded Rhodes Island, and maintain her focus, as long as she kept an open mind and resisted its alluring distractions.

…right?

“I’ll be good tomorrow,” Reed said aloud, more to convince herself than anyone else. “But tonight… hah… this filthy Sarkaz body belongs to me. I’m afraid you might walk with a limp henceforth.”

Her hands, small and soft, formed a heart shape over her rounded stomach, where the promise of motherhood bloomed. Then she tipped her head back with a throaty groan as Reed lanced her with that enormous cock of hers. The world went pitch black, and she was left in a state of mind-breaking bliss; an ecstasy she could never hope to come back from.

* * *

The evening passed, and the morning followed, and Reed’s cock was as hard as a rock.

She bit her lip to suppress a moan as she ran her palm against her turgid rod, thinking about how amazing it would feel if she got herself off right now.

“No, no, no,” she whispered, “I won’t let myself indulge today. I have to try my best to resist. I need to refrain…!”

With a bitter groan, the horny Draco swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up with a stretch and a welcome groan. Her body hardly ached, though the same couldn’t be said for the unconscious Typhon still lying in a sticky puddle next to her.

“I’m sorry, Typhon,” Reed mumbled, hoping somehow the half-dead Sarkaz could even hear her in her dreamless sleep. “I would assist you, if I wasn’t certain I would pump you full again and again… please, I hope you can forgive me…!”

Reed really hoped the knocked-out Sarkaz wasn’t also knocked up, but she had no time to worry about such things here and now. Rhodes Island had comprehensive medical care, to say nothing about the free contraceptives just sitting in the medical ward’s biggest candy bowl—almost as if Closure and the other executives expected this sort of thing to happen.

But sex was becoming more and more… normal… aboard the landship. Reed neither had an inkling what was happening, nor why.

Yet the more thought about it, the more inclined she felt toward seeking that heady, mind-numbing, toe-curling pleasure. She took an ice-cold shower before dressing herself briskly and leaving the foul-smelling dorm room. Any longer in there, and she was liable to make damn sure that Typhon became a brand new mother.

The thought made Reed gulp, and she practically ran from her dorm room, the sound of her own breathing loud in her ears. While the prospect of filling another hot, juicy pussy was enticing on this assuredly eventful morning, she knew it was wiser to fill that stomach of hers with breakfast.

The Rhodes Island cafeteria is bound to have some manner of debauchery within, thought Reed, but I will be strong. I will endure. I will NOT touch myself, or another…!

* * *

“Reed! Ey, lass! C’mere and sit for a spell, will ya? C’mere!”

Reed turned toward the source of the exuberant voice, finding operator Bagpipe sitting all by herself at a cozy corner of the cafeteria. She could hardly believe the Vouivre was alone, given that she was completely naked, but for a pair of stark, snow white panties.

Reed bit her lip with growing, gnawing nervousness as she approached Bagpipe, forcing a smile onto her face while the orange-haired operator beamed right back. It was impossible not to notice Bagpipe’s nakedness; her creamy, gorgeous globes that practically demanded Reed’s attention. Puffy pink nipples perched atop those mounds; the cafeteria was fairly cool in temperature, and so Reed had to imagine that Bagpipe’s nipples were poking out like that from the surrounding coolness.

Even so, Bagpipe was far from the only person in the cafeteria who was naked in some fashion. Perhaps that was why she didn’t draw too much attention, even among the horniest of Rhodes’ staffers and operators. Hell, compared to most of the people in this cafeteria, Bagpipe was actually the most normal, given the fact she wasn’t currently engaged in coitus; not bent over any of the tables, nor riding someone on one of the counters, nor kneeling on the floor with a fat sausage in her mouth.

It was Franka and Liskarm, then, who took most of the cafeteria’s attention. The two were scissoring at the far end of the room, near where the trays and utensils were, as though a disagreement had pushed them toward “fighting” with their hot and heavy bodies. No sooner did Reed glance over did Bagpipe giggle mirthfully at the sight.

“They’re quite somethin', ey?” Bagpipe asked, prompting a bout of swift nodding from the Draco sitting across from her.

“They are not the only ones,” Reed mumbled, fidgeting as she sat across from the chesty operator, trying and failing to match Bagpipe’s smug smile.

“What’cha mean by that, Reed, girlie? You feelin’ alright? Ya look like ya’ve seen a proper ghost or somethin’!” Bagpipe snickered with amusement as she stabbed at her porridge with a spoon, wrapping her soft lips around the utensil and relishing the sweet fruit in her bowl. “You wanna have a chat, or a jam, or what?”

Reed took a deep breath before responding, doing her utmost to keep her eyes off Bagpipe’s massive fucking tits. Truthfully, it was a Herculean task—especially when it seemed like Bagpipe’s massive fucking tits were staring at her from across the table.

“I’m having quite the morning,” Reed admitted. “However, I am doing my best to keep my hands to myself. I think there’s something quite wrong here on Rhodes Island, so…”

But Bagpipe simply slapped the table with a boisterous chuckle, surprising Reed in the space between them. “You too, eh?” Bagpipe asked. “Now you’re soundin’ a heck of a lot like that brunette kitty cat! Ethelflaed—you know her?”

Reed was familiar with the girl in question. Ethelflaed, known more commonly as operator Skyfire. Was Skyfire feeling the same way that she herself was? Reed perked up at the thought of having something of a cognitive ally in this ship of strangeness. She had to know more.

“What’s wrong with Skyfire?” Reed asked. “Is she alright?”

“She’s awright, yeah. Bit of a stick in the mud, though. She’s yappin’ aboot none of this here sexiness being normal or whatever the heck. Thought it was a heap of rubbish, mind. T’aint nothing wrong with freeing the girls now and then, eh?” Bagpipe gestured toward her enormous breasts as she said this, flashing Reed a charming little smile as she flashed the entire cafeteria. “An’ if some folk wannae slide a fat sausage ‘tween my girls to stress down a li’l, well, t’aint gonna complain a smudge aboot it!”

For Reed, eating was never supposed to be this difficult—but that was because Reed had never eaten with a massive pair of tits in her face. Her hand trembled as she brought her own spoon to her mouth, hoping that Bagpipe wouldn’t drop a utensil, bend down to pick it up, then spot the massive erection the Draco was sporting beneath the table.

“I ain’t causin’ you no discomfort, eh, Reed, girlie?” Bagpipe asked innocently enough, giving a slight tilt of her head as she eyed the Draco sitting across from her. “Truth is, I’m glad you an’ I can finally have a talk! No matter what it’s aboot, just know ya can use me for anythin’ ya want!”

Reed gulped, her throat suddenly dry with a nervous tension. “U-use you… for anything… I want?”

“That’s right!” Bagpipe beamed with pride. “Give my horns a right proper yank if I ain’t payin’ attention, that’ll do it!”

“HhghHhhHhhghn…”

…was the sound that more or left Reed’s mouth. She looked around the cafeteria and found more of Rhodes Island’s operators engaged in civil discussion amongst themselves, but most of them were having a casual conversation while also pleasing themselves and each other.

Operators Eunectes and Ho’olheyak had locked their tails in an intimate tangle, with the latter cupping the former’s face in a passionate, wanting kiss. It seemed they were keen to make out at a table occupied by other Rhodes Islanders, but no one seemed to pay them any mind. It was as though this was a completely normal thing to do, and Reed was the odd one out for staring as hard as she was.

Her head whipped around to the kitchen entryway where a comparable commotion unfolded—Saga and Ceobe were in a playful tussle, the former pinning the latter to the wall and fingering her, trying to get the playful Perro to loosen her grip on a rolling pin. Ceobe moaned and squealed as Saga buried her fingers deep in her snatch, all the way to the knuckle, though most of the surrounding staffers paid them little to no mind at all. This was business as usual for Rhodes Island. Nothing to see here, folks.

Why is everyone turning a blind eye to this? Gah, my head…

“You awright girlie? Got a headache, eh?” Bagpipe asked, frowning with some concern as she fondled her own swollen breasts. “Need to rest yer head? I got a pair of pillows right here for ye. Just lemme know, yeah?”

Bagpipe closed her eyes. The dull ache in her skull seemed to pound to the rhythm of her pulsing cock, and it was all the inspiration she needed to leave. “I’m going to lie down,” she blurted suddenly, lying to Bagpipe so that the girl wouldn’t follow her.

“Not gonna take up my offer?” Bagpipe asked kindly. “No worries! Hey, you gonna eat that?” she asked, pointing to the Draco’s plate.

“Help yourself,” Reed mumbled, and she staggered to her feet before turning her body to avoid showing Bagpipe her erection. Of course, that only meant she was showing it off to everyone else, but it took just a few seconds for Reed to realize that hardly anyone was looking her way—and if they were, they were just smiling and waving like they hadn’t noticed her tremendous bulge.

Ceobe squealed from some distance away; Saga’s finger work had brought the noisy Perro to climax, and she squirted all over Saga’s hand and forearm, making a mess on the floor near the entrance to the kitchen. Matterhorn poked his head out from the doorway and scowled at the two girls, chastising them for making a mess when he was in the middle of preparing a “cream pie” for the others to enjoy. Judging from the moans that Reed could just barely hear coming from inside the kitchen, she had to assume the Forte wasn’t alone with his “food prep.”

I have to get out of here… I’m going to lose my mind…

My thoughts… already dampening… this isn’t safe for me… or anyone else…!

Bagpipe was calling for Reed to come back, but Reed managed to ignore the Vouivre before she got another look at Bagpipe’s enticing breasts. She felt if she had turned to look at Bagpipe now, all hope of making it through the day without touching herself or fucking someone silly would fly out the window.

Her feet carried her away from the scene, out of the cafeteria, and down the hall. Far, far from here, until the casual chatter and the moaning were out of earshot.

However, it didn’t take long for the moaning to start up again. Reed shut her eyes and winced. Indeed, she should have known this was coming. The Rhodes Islanders had taken to making love in the landship’s hallways, too! These sterile corridors were not so sterile anymore!

Rounding the bend and preparing for the worst, Reed was suddenly face to face with operator Thorns of all people, and he was holding a clipboard in one hand. His other hand gripped Weedy by the hair, and she was bent over to accommodate Thorns’ prowess while the accented Aegir seemed more keen on taking notes than truly losing himself to the lust.

He looked up from his clipboard casually as Reed approached him, and he arched an eyebrow as a quiet hum escaped him. He didn’t stop thrusting the entire time, pumping his hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again—all while maintaining eye contact with the flustered, brightly blushing Draco in front of him.

“Oh, Reed. It’s good to see you,” said Thorns. “Would you care to help me with an experiment? The engineering department should reward you for this, I think.”

“Greetings, Thorns… w-what in the world are you doing?” Reed asked, as if she somehow didn’t have a clue. Hell, she could see it happening right in front of her. Could see that Weedy was having the time of her life; her back was arched and her eyes had rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure that was being pounded into her repeatedly. Reed couldn’t see it from where she was presently standing, but given Weedy’s loud, whorish, pleasured moans, she had to imagine Thorns’ cock was thick and girthy . Plenty meaty for Weedy.

“It’s an experiment, huff, to test Aegir stamina and virility. You would be surprised how scant research is on the subject,” said Thorns, eyeing Reed with apparent interest. “Would you like to accompany me on this venture? We could spend all weekend locked up in the engineering department…”

Weedy tried to say something, but it was lost in the middle of all that moaning. Her palms were pressed flat against the wall in front of her, and her panties, which Thorns had yanked down in the middle of the hallway, were wrapped loosely around one of her ankles. She was typically a stickler for Rhodes Island sterility and cleanliness, although it seemed to be as far from her mind as possible here and now.

Reed had to admit, she didn’t think she would mind joining Thorns with his not-so-little experiment. And perhaps if she lifted Weedy’s skirt up, she could glimpse the equipment that Thorns was packing himself…

But it was only then that she realized what she was thinking about, and she made up an excuse to leave before her will crumbled to pieces in front of both Aegir. She hadn’t even waited for Thorns to finish voicing his understanding before she scurried right past them, trying not to smell the overwhelming lust (and fishy stench) that wafted from the two.

I’m about to lose my mind, Reed thought. The noises were closing in around her; the sounds of lovemaking; of sex happening just behind some of the hallway doors as she let her feet carry her far, far away from all this debauchery. Her cock throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and goddamn it, she needed release. She already felt herself growing more and more pent up, though the last thing she wanted was to lose herself to the surrounding lust like everyone else seemed to.

Was she the only one left on Rhodes Island who hadn’t completely submitted to the surrounding will of lust? Surely she wasn’t alone, right? What about the higher-ups? What about Dr. Kal’tsit?

Reed was lost in her thoughts. She hadn’t even realized she’d reached Rhodes Island’s library until she was already pushing the door open silently, clenching her teeth at the sudden dull throb that pulsed in her skull.

To call this a library would be to imply it was grander than it truly was. The reality was that this room was the size of one of Rhodes Island’s larger dorms, and it was accessible to anyone aboard the landship. The last time she came to visit, Reed was interested in a particular medical textbook that she found with ease—one that was supposed to be on the rarer side, for the quality of its edition. Since then, the library had expanded to welcome far more genres, mystery novels to more lurid romance.

Saileach had her nose buried in one such novel when Reed came around the aisle, and she smiled at the sight of the flustered-looking Draco. She hardly opened her mouth before she realized poor Reed was packing heat and was all the poorer for it.

“Oh my,” Saileach said. “Are you alright, Reed? You look quite pent up… is there anything I can do for you?”

God damn it. God damn it. The nonsense never stopped. Reed put a hand against the aisle to hold herself upright, feeling as though she might pounce on Saileach at any second. “Saileach… I… ah… y-you are alone? What are you d-doing here…?”

“I am reading, you silly girl,” Saileach teased, turning the book in her hands over to expose its cover—a shirtless, chiseled Forte standing in front of a sunset, with his long mane of hair billowing in the wind. “Seeking inspiration, you could say. This book is supposed to be quite raunchy, but I don’t believe I’ve reached the good stuff yet…”

“The good stuff,” Reed echoed, her voice almost completely silent as she felt the rest of her resolve crumble to dust.

“Indeed, the good stuff. I’ve read quite a lot,” Saileach explained, “but truth be told, there isn’t as much titillation here. I was expecting a lot more sex…!”

Reed took a deep breath before letting it pass through her lips. There was something about hearing Saileach speak about such things that flipped a switch inside her head, similar to how she felt when she heard Typhon try to flirt with her. She’d withheld thus far with Bagpipe, Thorns, and Weedy. Perhaps this was a sign that her resolution was all for naught. Perhaps…

Perhaps she was looking at it all wrong.

Maybe what she needed wasn’t to refrain from sex altogether, but to indulge in it as much as possible? Have so much sex that she would be physically sick of it?

She could feel her mind going. Her thoughts were like fireworks popping in her brain, and she closed the distance between herself and Saileach with a single step forward.

“Oh!” Saileach’s smile hadn’t left her face, nor did it grow wider. She looked relieved, as though this situation was surely inevitable from the very beginning. “You’d like me to relieve you after all, Reed? I just knew you looked pent up. How would you like to have me? You’ll find me to be a Vouivre most flexible!”

“Most flexible,” Reed repeated. “Hah… right now, Saileach, the only thing I want… is that mouth of yours…!”

Saileach kept her smile even as Reed put the blonde on her knees, wrapping one hand around one of Saileach’s horns and using the other to hike up that skirt of hers. Given how much her hands were shaking, it took a bit of fumbling to free herself from her undergarments, but as soon as she had…

Whap!

She dropped her fat, heavy, sweaty cock onto Saileach’s face, already smearing pre-cum against the blonde’s forehead.

Saileach squeaked in surprise, her eyes widening at the sight of Reed’s immense shaft. It might as well have cast a shadow on her face for how intimidating it was, and the Vouivre gulped nervously as she readied herself to pleasure the Draco in front of her.

But in fact, she quickly found she didn’t need to put in any effort whatsoever. As soon as Reed positioned the tip of her thick dick in front of Saileach’s lips, she reached down to grab both of Saileach’s horns and shove her gargantuan meat rod right into Saileach’s hot mouth, and Reed tipped her head back with a throaty moan as soon as she speared the blonde’s wet, welcoming throat.

“Oh, yes!” Reed moaned, her eyes going half-closed with pleasure as she pumped her hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again. She hadn’t had this much pleasure in, well… it hadn’t even been a day, and she realized it after the fifth or sixth thrust. Reed had broken her own rule; she was pleasuring herself right here, right now, using Saileach’s throat to get off, and relishing the sensation of penetrating the Vouivre’s mouth repeatedly, gliding her fat cock along the girl’s tongue with gusto.

Saileach, to her credit, was being a very good girl. She took Reed’s enormous cock with zeal; she gagged, moaned, and slurped all over the fuckmeat in her mouth, relishing Reed’s taste and girth as it pressed down against her tongue and got her drooling for more. Saileach put her hands on Reed’s thighs for leverage as she welcomed the Draco’s eager thrusting, taking just half of Reed’s cock down her throat foremost.

“Mmff…! Mmmff—!” Saileach’s eyelids drooped as she bobbed her head up and down, willing herself to take more of Reed’s dick, greedily slurping down the pre-cum that oozed from the tip of Reed’s giant shaft. She hadn’t expected to have her throat used and abused like this, but she was more than willing to help Reed reach her climax—just like she’d done with a few other Rhodes Islanders during her time aboard the landship. Given that everyone was ready and willing to breed at a moment’s notice, Saileach prided herself on being an exceptional ally to her comrades who needed her—in and out of the battlefield.

“God… hah… yes!” Reed tipped her head back with a moan, smiling with glee as she fucked Saileach’s throat. “Use your tongue more! Just like that, yes! Oh, that is amazing…! I’ve needed this, hah, all day—!”

Reed winced, for she already felt she was close. She couldn’t believe she was about to cum already, but given what Saileach said about her being pent up and in need of release…

And, of course, she’d withstood the brunt of Bagpipe’s accidental teasing, to say nothing of Thorns’ and Weedy’s proposition earlier. The thought of spending the entire day having sex again was affecting Reed wondrously; her cock dripped like a broken faucet right onto Saileach’s greedy tongue, and Saileach pulled back just enough to circle that hot, wet tongue of hers around the tip of Reed’s cock, flicking it against Reed’s urethra to get all that salty pre-cum out from where it was hiding.

It was just the sort of thing to push Reed over the edge, and the poor Draco let out a loud, ecstatic moan as she gripped Saileach’s horns, reaching her orgasm far faster than she would have wanted to. She shoved her fat and meaty cock forward suddenly, her heavy balls pressing against Saileach’s chin as she let herself go.

“Nngh! Yes! T-take it, Saileach!” Reed cried. “Take every l-last drop…!”

Saileach had been expecting a cum shot, of course, but not the veritable flood that burst out from the twitching tip of Reed’s shaft. Saileach wrapped her arms around Reed’s waist for leverage as she withstood the Draco’s fervent thrusts, feeling her cock swell against her tongue and spurt, spurt, spurt its payload; feeling it plaster the back of her throat…

Saileach closed her eyes and started swallowing immediately, gulping Reed’s hot and gooey load of cum as it splattered hotly and wetly over her tongue, teeth, and gums. She gulped noisily; she couldn’t even think to hide how pleasurable this was for her, and how much she enjoyed being a secret little cum slut despite her refinement and class.

“Gulp… gulp… gulp…!”

But Reed wasn’t finished emptying herself down Saileach’s throat. Not by a long shot. She continued to hold the Vouivre’s horns like they were handlebars, grunting and moaning as she let it all out, feeling her cock twitch and throb as it unloaded more and more of that potent, sweet-tasting seed down Saileach’s slutty little throat. Reed gave shallow little pumps, relishing the sensation of just using Saileach’s mouth like this, biting her lip to suppress the more embarrassing noises before they could escape her.

And aside from Saileach’s greedy gulping, Reed thought she could hear the sound of the cum splattering lewdly against the inside of the blonde’s mouth and throat, as though she were plastering the inside of the girl’s neck with only the thickest, stickiest jism.

When, and only when Reed was finished cumming, she wiggled her hips with a gleeful, downright manic smile. Then she slooooooowly pulled her wet and messy cock out of Saileach’s even wetter, even messier throat, and she took a moment to admire the gleam of all the gooey strands of cum and saliva that connected Saileach’s lips to the glistening ring around Reed’s monstrous cock.

“God…! Phew…! I really needed that,” Reed confessed, looking as though she might fall over at any moment. “Thank you, Saileach…!”

“You’re, urp, very welcome, hah, Reed…! It’s a pleasure, urp, to help you…!”

Bless Saileach’s heart, for she still tried to sound so prim and proper despite the proper face-fucking she’d just received. She was a good girl, who hadn’t spilled a single drop, and given the volume of spunk that Reed had just blasted out of her thick dick, it meant very much to the still-horny Draco.

“Are you feeling much better now?” Saileach asked, reaching up to rub her surprisingly soft hand against Reed’s thigh, planting a sweet, intimate kiss against the head of Reed’s cock. It was arousing enough to make the Draco’s cock bounce once more; the arousal was paramount, and she wanted more. She needed more.

Was she looking at things all wrong? Was she supposed to keep fucking, and fucking, and fucking—until she let it all out? Reed suddenly felt as though she’d better make up for lost time. The toil in her mind persisted. She did not know which option was correct. All she knew was that fucking Saileach’s throat felt wonderful, and now she wanted to take another of the blonde’s holes.

“…turn around,” Reed urged, keeping her skirt hiked up so that she could show off more of her cock, which twitched desperately for attention. “I need more, Saileach… y-you will help me, won’t you? Please?”

“Of course I will help you, silly,” said Saileach, smiling sweetly before turning around and wiggling her butt from side to side. She’d hardly had her panties dropped for even just a few seconds before Reed made herself at home, surprising the Vouivre by pushing the head of her fat cock up against Saileach’s hot, wet pussy.

From there, all Reed had to do was…

“Ngh—!”

…push herself inside with a sudden wet squelch, and she’d penetrated Saileach right then and there, prompting th blonde to arch her back and groan with arousal. Reed kept both her hands on the bookshelf in front of her, though it didn’t take long to jostle the entire frame—books and all—while Reed focused on pumping her hips back and forth, in and out, over and over again.

From this position, it was easy for Reed to look down and see her own cock; see how she was penetrating Saileach’s hot and wet pussy repeatedly as she relished the pleasure of dominating the Vouivre like this. It didn’t take long at all before Reed’s eyes went halfway closed and she drooled from the lust that gripped her so tightly, releasing more of those pent up grunts and groans.

“Fuck… hah… Saileach… oh, Saileach…!”

Reed fucked like a woman possessed, railing the flustered and gleeful blonde in front of her as though she could do nothing else in this life. Saileach took every thrust with outright glee, smiling widely as she kept her thighs spread and her butt sticking out of Reed to enjoy.

And Reed certainly enjoyed. She felt up Saileach’s ass and relished the give of the girl’s ass; admired the firm bounce that Saileach’s booty beheld. The girl’s hair was long enough to pull, and with that notion suddenly in mind, Reed reached up and did just that, yanking Saileach’s hair as she pumped in and out of the girl’s soaking wet snatch.

“Fuck… hah… Saileach!” Reed groaned aloud. She could hardly believe that Saileach was just as hot and tight as Typhon was the night before. She felt so lucky to be screwing beautiful women like them.

“Aha~ you should keep your voice down, Reed,” Saileach told her, in between barely muted grunts and moans herself. “You’re, ngh, going to d-disturb anyone who c-comes into the library…!”

But Reed didn’t care one bit about if someone came into the library or not. The only thing she cared about was if she came, and she made it known by spanking Saileach’s ass, grunting and growling like a beast possessed as she fucked the Vouivre girl in front of her, leaning in close enough to smell Saileach’s hair and admire the aroma of the shampoo she’d used that morning. So feminine. So willing to be dominated.

It was too much. The pleasure was so paramount that poor Reed reached her climax too soon, and she burst inside of Saileach’s hot, wet pussy with barely an ounce of warning. One second she was thrusting reckless against Saileach’s snatch with no protection to be found, and in the next second she was filling Saileach’s womb like she had always attempted to lay siege to it. She gripped Saileach’s ass as she let herself go; as she pumped a hot and heavy load of cum deep inside the blonde’s snug, drooling pussy, her thrusts becoming haphazard as she melted into a sea of pleasure.

“Oh fuck… oh, fuck,” Reed groaned, pulling out and blasting more of those hot, gooey ropes of spunk all over Saileach’s beckoning booty, hearing the girl’s lights and airy giggling filling her ears.

“You’re such a potty mouth when you’re in the throes of climax,” Saileach teased, wiggling her cum-glazed ass from side to side. “But I have to say, I rather enjoy it… would you like to continue, Reed, dear? I’m here to serve you, but I have to admit, I’ve almost cum myself…”

A wobbly, perverted smile made its way to Reed’s face. She turned Saileach around right then and there and made herself at home a second time, prompting the blonde to squeak in surprise as Reed pushed her fat cock back inside Saileach’s snatch, already working up a fine rhythm of taking her against the bookshelf. More of those books fell around them, but Reed didn’t have a care one way or the other. She felt a compulsion to breed this blonde bitch; to take her over and over again until pregnancy was a certainty that she’d be proud of.

“God, yeah,” Reed groaned, her massive tail whipping back and forth as she used and abused Saileach’s poor, gripping cunt. Saileach held on for dear life, relishing the way she was taken and adoring Reed’s prowess; the strength of her thrusts and the zeal with which she gave it to her. There was no greater passion!

Reed came in close to smell more of Saileach’s hair, but Saileach took it as an invitation for a kiss. She sealed her lips against Reed’s own; her moans already spilling into the other girl’s mouth as she matched her movements beat for beat.

Reed never stopped thrusting, even as Saileach’s moans and coos picked up with volume and tempo. She could finally feel the blonde creaming around her cock when she clenched around Reed’s shaft, her body trembling as she came undone in the Draco’s greedy grasp, leaving Saileach nearly completely breathless as she kept her thighs spread for Reed’s prowess.

“This is… hah… oooh… quite serious,” Saileach said, managing to speak in between all that moaning of hers. “I m-may need… s-some help… from c-comrades of mine…!”

Comrades? Comrades…

Reed liked the sound of that. Oh, she liked the sound of that very much. The more, the merrier, after all. She pressed her lips against Saileach’s own one last time as she picked up the pace with her thrusting, grunting and growling even as poor Saileach tried to tell Reed where to go next.

It was only after their second round that Reed found Horn in one of Rhodes Island’s shower rooms, this one being attached to the training room beyond the dorm room-turned-library.

The dirty blonde Lupo hummed to herself as she lathered her hair, with Reed approaching from behind as though a predator stalking its prey. The senses of a huntress put Horn on alert; she could tell something was about to happen, and she’d whirled around to find both Reed and Saileach already standing there, the former already naked and the latter looking as though she’d hastily thrown her clothes on.

“Reed? Jane?” Horn quirked a brow, though her bemusement made way for rising pleasure in no time at all. “Ah, Reed… Loughshinny… it seems you’re in need of stress relief, aren’t you? I can smell you all over Jane…”

Saileach did not hide that fact from Horn, instead dropping her hastily thrown on clothes to join the duo in her nakedness. It wasn’t long before Reed was put between two lovely Victorian girls—Horn and Saileach.

The latter had already received a taste of the “fun and games” that Reed came ready for, and so now it was time for Horn to indulge herself along with the both of them. Reed pressed Horn up against the cold shower wall and prodded her hot, hard cock against the Lupo’s entrance, prompting Horn to shudder in Reed’s embrace.

“I’m already soaking wet down here,” Horn cooed, almost purring as though she were a lioness. Reed wasted no time before pushing her fat cock into Horn’s folds, tipping her head back with a groan before working her hips back and forth, lancing Horn’s snatch with gusto.

Penetrating Horn like this was just as titillating as it was to sleep with Saileach. Were all Victorian girls this tight, or was her cock simply too girthy for most accommodations? Either way, Reed squeezed Horn’s hips as she pumped her own to and fro, groaning and moaning with booming desire.

“She’s s-so big,” Horn moaned, turning her hazy expression toward Saileach beside her. “And so thick…!”

Saileach giggled lewdly. “She is, isn’t she? Aren’t we so lucky?”

Reed grumbled under her breath as her fingers sank into the doughy flesh of Horn’s hips. She’d never noticed just how thick the Lupo was, and now she supposed she ought to make up for lost time by fucking her all night long.

Was my stamina always this boundless?

It was a sudden question—one that’d popped up in Reed’s mind as she considered all she could do with two girls in her bed instead of one.

This horny energy… it can’t… possibly be mine…?

She didn’t worry about Horn’s moaning, nor Saileach’s flirtatious tone, because this was something that required further attention. She hadn’t earnestly considered that some form of mental manipulation was at play—but was that earnestly what was happening? Was she missing something?

“We’re all having so much sex,” Reed groaned, turning her hazy gaze up to the blonde beauty she was currently buried inside of. “Isn’t that… hah… oooohh… a problem?”

“Problem?” Horn asked dumbly. “Not at all… keep fucking me, please! I’m prepared to go forever…!”

Reed winced as she spanked Horn’s ass, helping the girl settle down as she fucked her against the shower wall. She watched her immense cock vanish past Horn’s folds over and over again; her groans silenced as she pressed her lips against Saileach’s own once more. Saileach surely loved kissing, she discovered, a fact that turned her on as much as it warmed her heart. She buried her tongue in Saileach’s mouth while she continued to fuck Horn against the shower wall, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

“Ooh… R-Reed…!” Horn moaned aloud, having given her all thus far. “I’m already c-close, Reed… I’m going to c-cum too soon…!”

“It’s alright,” Saileach assured, her tone soft and almost motherly as she wrapped her arms around Reed, welcoming all the pleasure she could have. She melted into the surrounding lust as Reed picked up the pace with her fervent thrusting. The two came undone together in no time at all, Reed’s back arching as her tail wrapped itself around Horn’s ankle, holding her steady while she began filling her to the brim with hot and gooey cum.

“Nghh… hah… take it,” Reed growled, her sharp Draco teeth glinting in the shower room’s it. “Take every last d-drop of this seed, Horn…!”

And Horn did exactly that. She squealed with zeal as Reed came inside her; as she plastered the Lupo’s womb full of baby batter and had her feeling stuffed and content unlike anything else she’d ever felt before.

Reed stayed just like that, connected to Horn’s wet and messy pussy, planting fiery kisses against the woman’s neck to hear more of that wondrous groaning and crooning. Horn gyrated her hips as she stayed pressed up against Reed’s form, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing as she looked downright delirious.

“Maybe we should turn the water off,” Saileach offered, giggling sweetly. She stopped, then, once she heard a noise coming from the room beside them, and she sneaked a peek to find none other than Bagpipe sitting on the locker room bench, biting her lip and with two fingers buried in her soaking wet snatch.

“Bagpipe?” Saileach quirked a brow, keeping her flirtatious grin. “Fiona?”

“H-hello,” Bagpipe moaned, her eyes glazed over with lust as she masturbated to the sounds that were coming from the shower room in front of her. Naturally, with all the lust that permeated the surrounding air, it was only natural and normal that Bagpipe would want to jill off to the sound of Reed and Horn making love against the shower wall.

“You’re looking rather lonely,” Saileach teased. “Perhaps you’d like to join us? To help Reed relieve all that pent up stress she has?”

“I’d offered before, and she up and snubbed me!” Bagpipe lamented, her eyes rolling back into her head as she never stopped masturbating—even mid-conversation. Reed could hear Bagpipe’s voice from the shower she was in, and with one more unchaste kiss against Horn’s collarbone, she pulled her thick, messy cock out of the Lupo’s snatch before turning to strut right into the locker room behind her, her enormous shaft still hard and bobbing in the space between her thighs.

Bagpipe’s eyes widened at the sight of Reed’s cock in all its prowess. She slowly dragged her soggy fingers out of her own pussy before Reed groaned and came to meet with her, and with just a leering gaze, she got her message across.

Reed sat on the bench and allowed Bagpipe to kneel between her thighs. The Draco had to admit; she felt immensely powerful and sexy having Bagpipe kneeling in front of her like this, and she reached out to caress the girl’s cheek, watching with admiration as Bagpipe nuzzled and kissed her open palm.

Then Bagpipe took off her shirt to expose those swollen mounds of hers, wasting no further time before sandwiching the Draco’s huge salami log between those creamy breasts of hers. She started giving Reed a titjob, allowing the dragon girl to spear the valley of those breasts of hers, groaning softly from the way that Reed’s cock pulsed hotly in its place.

“Just like that,” said Reed, tipping her head back with a throaty moan and already pumping her hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again. It was only seconds later that Saileach joined Reed’s side, and Horn crouched right behind Bagpipe to put her hands on the girl’s shoulders, smiling impishly as she helped Bagpipe settle into the swing of things.

Fresh cum was still oozing from Saileach and Horn’s pussies as they coaxed Reed and Bagpipe to continue, with Saileach flicking her hot tongue against Reed’s earlobe to tease her just a little closer to the edge. “Doesn’t it feel great?” Saileach whispered, blowing hot air against Reed’s red-tinged ear. “To be lancing her breasts like this… to be fucking them over and over like that? They’re so silky smooth, aren’t they?”

Reed groaned. She could neither say nor assume that this was actually bringing her libido down—even a little. She earnestly felt she could make love with this trio forever. Victorian girls were truly built differently.

Reed leaned back onto her palms while pumping her hips repeatedly, groaning with pleasure as she fucked Bagpipe’s breasts. Bagpipe, who was a quick learner when it came to pleasure, matched Saileach’s mischievous smile as she tipped her head down to kiss the tip of Reed’s cock with quick, wet kisses. Smooch, smooch, smooch! It was all so pleasurable that Reed couldn’t stop moaning, thrusting almost mindlessly like she was trying to penetrate Bagpipe’s silky smooth lips.

“Fuck,” Reed groaned. The ecstasy was like an electric field around them. It felt so amazing. It was like it was frying her brain. “Don’t stop… hah… s-squeeze them more tightly…! And s-suck on it…!”

Bagpipe giggled as she followed Reed’s command. She always was one to follow orders, she thought, and these were the most pleasing orders yet. She squeezed her tits together and watched the head of Reed’s cock continue to ooze pre-cum, making her thrusts even quicker; far slicker.

Bagpipe took Reed’s cock into her mouth, and that was all she needed to do to push Reed over the edge. The Draco let out a loud and desperate groan as she was pushed over the edge, with Saileach caressing the girl’s neck and cheek to help along with the pleasurable sensations. The tip of Reed’s cock burst between Bagpipe’s lips as she let herself go, the hot and gooey load of cum bursting from the tip of her shaft and staining Bagpipe’s tongue, teeth, and gums with her seed.

Bagpipe’s eyes widened as her mouth was quickly filled with Reed’s spunk. She couldn’t swallow it fast enough; the volume was more immense than she was expecting.

“Hah… yes!” Reed moaned. “Oh, yes!”

It was all for naught! Bagpipe gasped as Reed’s cock fell out of her mouth, with the rest of Reed’s orgasm plastering the girl’s face; her cheeks, chin, and neck. The rest of Reed’s ecstasy was like a geyser as it splattered all over her silky breasts, with the flustered Draco covering the Vouivre’s vanilla mounds with cream.

“Just like that!” Saileach cheered. “Well done, you two!”

“Ahem. It seems I’m interrupting something?”

Everyone stopped and turned their gazes toward the door. Yes, of course, this was still a public locker room; anyone aboard Rhodes Island could simply walk inside, yet they were still surprised to see none other than Dr. Kal’tsit standing in the doorway, her expression wholly neutral even given the circumstances.

“K-Kal’tsit!” Reed gasped, feeling a sudden twinge of embarrassment as she finished cumming all over Bagpipe’s breasts. “I, ah, you—?”

She could hardly think of what to say. Given the circumstances, what could she say? All she could think to do was sit there meekly with her fat cock buried between Bagpipe’s breasts, allowing Horn and Saileach to stand, still naked in the middle of the locker room with them.

Kal’tsit’s eyes swept over the room. She cleared her throat and covered her mouth with her clipboard, her countenance darkening only slightly in the face of all this lust.

“I’d wanted to meet with you,” Kal’tsit told Reed directly, trying to ignore the staring from everyone else. “Ah… perhaps it’s best if I simply speak with all of you at once. As luck would have it, you’re all here. Stained and disheveled, of course, but here nonetheless.”

Kal’tsit cleared her throat before speaking again, her cheeks tinged red as though she was embarrassed.

“Something is rather wrong with everyone aboard Rhodes Island,” she started, “would you not say?”

Chapter Text

The Doctor turned over the golden phallus in his hands with a contemplative hum.

The surface was so smooth it nearly slipped from his grip, and he had the odd sensation that the artifact’s curves and ridges aligned one-to-one with the flex points of his own palm.

Thirty-three seconds into the examination, he became aware of a low, resonant hum—an almost imperceptible vibration, as if the device sang in some ancient register beyond human hearing.

While he had not been present when it was extracted, the briefing had been detailed: medical scans showed no power source, no mechanical internals, nothing but a lattice of unfamiliar gold alloy and, at the center, a hollow core as dark as the ocean at midnight.

He glanced at the wall behind his desk, where the digital schedule blinked its alerts. In the brief time since the artifact had arrived, three operators had come forward with complaints: headaches, intrusive thoughts, a mild sense of disembodiment. All three had been in proximity to the artifact’s containment—two as part of the retrieval team, and one to ensure its subsequent encasing.

“I should have Blaze look at this,” the Doctor mused. “She might want to crack it open—like a jawbreaker. See if there’s something special to it…”

Then the Doctor looked down between his spread thighs—at operator W, who was presently sucking his cock like it was her job to do so.

“What do you think?” he asked her.

W slurped up the length of the Doctor’s thick cock, before coming up with a wet pop! Then she rolled her eyes as she flicked her tongue against the head of his shaft, catching the droplets of pre-cum that threatened to glide down his burgeoning length.

“Who, mmf, gives a shit,” the Sarkaz grumbled. “It’s just a dumb rock. There’s nothing, ah, special about it…”

The Doctor knew, of course, that it was just plain wrong. Ever since keeping the enigmatic phallus-shaped obelisk in his possession—ever since exposing it to W how he did, just plain showing it off—she’d been eager to service him as if it was…

…the most normal thing in the world.

“How’s it taste?” the Doctor asked, his smile wobbling as the question left his lips. W only shrugged.

“It tastes like dick,” W answered curtly. “What do you think, genius?”

“And you, ah, ngh… you’re okay with sucking me off like this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” asked W. “It’s like signing papers, only wetter. Thicker than your document stack, too,” she joked.

W bobbed her head with an unstudied enthusiasm, and the Doctor felt himself begin to swell. He gripped the golden artifact tightly, fixing his gaze on its shifting bands of color to maintain composure. He felt the vibrations grow stronger, a thrilling whisper that seemed to sing up his spine.

“Perhaps,” he panted, “I should have you run point on the investigation. You seem… very driven.”

W stopped her ministrations long enough to smirk up at him, stroking his slick shaft with one hand. “I’m not the one with a foreign object fetish,” she said, flicking her tongue playfully at the tip of his cock. “But sure, I’ll take point. Whatever keeps me in your office, Doctor.”

Her words sent a pleasing jolt through him, and he let out a low groan. While W had been his assistant this week, she’d never behaved quite like this before. It was far more likely that she would skewer him than ever blow him a kiss. And now she was blowing him.

He set the artifact aside and sank back into his chair, a luxury of surrender that W seized upon with relish. Her hot mouth engulfed him again, and her moans resonated through his flesh, each one coaxing him closer to a shuddering release. W quirked an eyebrow as she gazed up at the Doctor—the man she’d been working alongside for quite some time already. She seemed utterly nonplussed about the situation. Was this truly something worth fussing over?

The Doctor’s mind, ever calculating, noted the time. Thirty-seven seconds later—when W’s head was buried in his lap and the hum of the artifact was a loud crescendo in his thoughts—he came with a deep, satisfied grunt.

W purred with satisfaction, slowing her rhythm to savor the moment. She took his seed like it was some coveted elixir, swallowing each hot surge with a greedy hunger. When she finally pulled back, she let his length slide from her lips with a final, teasing lick of her tongue, a slick farewell that lingered on his sensitive shaft. The Doctor remained sprawled and panting in his chair, struggling to catch his breath—a rare vulnerability that made her feel triumphant and very much in control.

With a sultry smile, she sat back on her heels and took in the scene with relish. He looked thoroughly undone, and the sight was almost too amusing for her. The vibrations of the artifact had faded back into a subtle hum, but she felt the resonant thrum still echoing through her body, a sweet reminder of how she’d just made him come so hard. She rubbed her thighs together, savoring the warm, wet itch she’d worked up by getting him off.

“Not special, my ass,” she murmured. “That dumb rock… feels like it’s making my brain pulse,” she mused.

W looked smug and very pleased with her handiwork.

“And they said I had no discipline,” she added, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

The Doctor’s breathing slowed. He watched her with a mixture of intrigue and amusement as she stretched, her limbs pliant and cat-like. “You were… very thorough,” he admitted, wondering just how and why the artifact controlled her like it did. Why was the control functioning in this manner? Why sexual and not something… more malicious? It boggled the mind just as it strummed it.

“Don’t get used to it,” W smirked, her eyes flicking pointedly at the golden phallus. “Unless you keep pulling that thing out, I guess.”

The Doctor lifted the artifact, watching the way the light caught and danced along its ridges. The vibrations had softened again, a low and constant pulse that now seemed to match the rhythm of his own heartbeat. He tapped a finger against it thoughtfully.

“Perhaps I should keep a record of everyone who’s been affected,” he mused. “A detailed case study.”

W cocked her head. “Starting with me?”

“Starting with us,” the Doctor said, his tone clinical despite the glint of something less detached in his eyes.

W rolled her shoulders, then stood up between the man she’d just sucked off—and his desk. “We might need a second opinion,” said W, smacking her lips together.

“You’ve got someone in mind?” the Doctor asked. He moved to stuff his wet, weakening cock back into his trousers, but W lifted a hand to stop him.

“Yup,” said the Sarkaz. And then, with no lead-up or ceremony whatsoever, W skipped to the Doctor’s CALL BOARD and mashed the small, plum-colored button she knew would summon Ascalon posthaste.

The Doctor flinched. “What? Her? You’re calling her? Why?!”

W snickered. “Why not?”

“Because she’s—!”

“—already here?”

Ascalon appeared from the room’s corner as if she’d been there all along, and she straightened the sleeves of her jacket before lifting her measured gaze to find the Doctor’s flustered form.

“What’s going on in here?” she asked, turning a soft scowl toward W in particular. “Why did you feel the need to mash that button? Just a single push is sufficient.”

The Doctor winced. She’d caught him with his pants down—literally.

“Professional curiosity,” W said, grinning widely, “and also, maybe a bit of fuck around and find out.”

Ascalon’s scowl deepened. She walked forward to close the distance between herself and the Doctor, who grabbed the artifact from his desk and held it upright—like he was shielding himself from a potentially fatal blow.

It thrummed in his hands just as it did on the table, matching his quickening pulse. Perhaps that was the reason Ascalon stopped in her tracks, wincing like she’d been wounded and she didn’t even know it.

W smiled as she watched the older Sarkaz woman stumble back and shake her head, groaning softly under her breath. Unbeknownst to both W and Ascalon, the Doctor had already sleuthed out just how this curious artifact worked. So long as he kept it close, its widening proximity could affect anyone and everyone on Rhodes Island. Even the more stalwart individuals like Ascalon, whose orange eyes flickered with recognition.

The Doctor was the first to notice the shift. Ascalon’s grip on her own composure cracked; she reached for her brow with a trembling hand and, for just a moment, seemed overtaken by a bizarre, rosy flush. Gone was the chronic indifference and steely control—replaced by a sharp, involuntary gasp. She stared at the golden artifact, mesmerized. The hum had taken up a new register, its timbre thick and sticky, like honey spun on hot glass. The air between them rippled with it.

W leaned against the side of the desk, arms folded provocatively. “Feeling alright, boss?” she teased. “You look like you might need to sit down.”

Ascalon blinked rapidly. “I’m fine,” she rasped, not sounding fine at all. She tried to redirect her gaze toward the Doctor, but her eyes kept sliding back to his lap. He wondered, idly, how much of her behavior was conscious and how much was artifact-driven. She was always the picture of poise. Clearly, something had gotten under her skin—or inside her skull.

“For the record,” said the Doctor softly, shifting in his chair, “this is precisely why I needed your expertise.”

The lips of the senior operator flattened in a humorless line. She turned up her nose with an indignant scoff, getting her voice and tone under control again. “Well,” said Ascalon, “I don’t appreciate the CALL button being pressed so carelessly like that.”

“Am I in trouble?” W teased.

“I’ll straighten you out—even if the Doctor has no intention of doing so.” Ascalon curled her finger in a beckoning gesture, and W rolled her eyes as she complied.

“Wait, Ascalon,” the Doctor blurted.

“Yes?” she asked, and she tilted her head once the Doctor pointed at his crotch—his cock still sticking out of his pants.

“Do you think there’s anything weird about this?” he asked outright.

“…of course not,” said Ascalon, crossing her arms. “Why would there be?”

The Doctor gulped. He knew the Sarkaz’s cognition would change, but he didn’t think it would happen so quickly! “There’s nothing weird about my… my cock sticking out of my pants like this?”

“Again,” said Ascalon, “why would there be something weird about that?”

“Because it’s… inappropriate?” the Doctor chanced, fidgeting.

Ascalon gave a half-scoff, half-chuckle. “I don’t see what’s so inappropriate about it, Doctor. It’s perfectly natural for you to be relieving yourself every so often. It keeps your mind focused. Sharp. Disciplined…” She trailed off, reaching out to grab W by the chin, holding her face with one hand and squeezing her cheeks. “What isn’t natural is being interrupted for something so ridiculously simple. You should know better than to waste my time on something this trivial.”

The Doctor sat back down in his chair. “R-right… and… there’s nothing strange about, say, W… getting on her knees to suck my dick, right?”

“Tch. How many times am I supposed to say it? Are you feeling alright, Doctor? Are you burned out?” Ascalon turned her attention back to W, still holding the other girl by the cheeks, and she gave her a stern shake. “And you? What do you have to say for yourself?”

W smiled even as Ascalon squeezed her cheeks. “Shorry ma’am?”

“Sorry will not cut it. Now you’re going to put that mouth of yours to good use for wasting my time. You think the Doctor’s the only one around here that needs stress relief?”

Ascalon released W, who seemed to read the older woman’s mind. W fell to her knees immediately, already fumbling with the Ascalon’s pants zipper, and the Doctor looked on with a mixture of shock and awe.

W dove in, face pressed hungrily against the seam of Ascalon’s pants, tongue flickering over the fabric as she dragged down the zipper with her teeth. The gesture was practiced, a little irreverent, and somehow perfectly matched to Ascalon’s rigid, control-freak exterior. Ascalon looked down, unimpressed, but she didn’t stop the operator as she worked.

With the zipper split, W hooked her fingers into the waistband and yanked both pants and regulation-issue underwear halfway down Ascalon’s thighs. A quiet sigh escaped from Ascalon’s lips, and she spread her thighs to better accommodate the bratty Sarkaz kneeling before her. “Hurry along,” she said. “I’ve got more work after this.”

W nodded, snickering. “Sounds more like you can’t wait to feel my tongue on that pretty pussy of yours.”

Ascalon said nothing in reply at first, content to allow W to wiggle her pants and underwear further down her legs, exposing her glistening pussy; her moist sex half-hidden beneath a tangle of plum-colored pubes.

W gave Ascalon’s cunt a long, hot lick. “Guess you’re not as cold-blooded as everyone thinks,” she murmured between soft laps of her tongue. “You’re soaking wet… I’m gonna be down here for a while…”

“Just get to work,” Ascalon snapped.

“Okay, sheesh! You’re so touchy today. Fortunately, mm…”

W kissed Ascalon’s firm clit, drawing a soft gasp from the scowling, serious Sarkaz.

“…fortunately I’m such a people pleaser,” W finished.

“We’ll see about that,” Ascalon shot back. She put her hands on her hips like she was posing triumphantly, letting W eat her out right then and there—in the middle of the Doctor’s office.

Naturally, the Doctor watched this transpire with rapt attention. Somehow, it was always difficult to even imagine Ascalon being intimate in any sense. Now here she was, standing in his office, letting W eat her out as if she’d always lorded over the smaller Sarkaz; as if she always dominated her like this.

This was definitely not normal.

And yet…

“Anyway, Doctor,” Ascalon said, keeping her thighs spread apart while W slurped and licked noisily, “I trust that your day’s been a, mm, productive one?”

The Doctor nodded wordlessly, his cock suddenly stiffening again.

“What are you staring at?” Ascalon asked.

“W is eating your pussy,” said the Doctor, amused.

“So what? There’s nothing wrong with that. She owes me for wasting my time—plain and simple. If I don’t finish those documents for Dr. Kal’tsit, she’s going to be upset. And I think it would—hey, don’t you dare bite me, you little—!”

Ascalon prodded W’s forehead with her forefinger, and W giggled as she went back to her worshipful kisses and licks.

“Tch… it would be in our best interest if I finish those documents,” Ascalon finished, tipping her head back with another quiet sigh as W continued with her lip service.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” the Doctor whispered, grabbing his cock and stroking it, slowly, while keeping his eyes on the girls in front of him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” asked Ascalon.

“Um—?”

“Don’t just stroke it, Doctor. Get someone to take care of that for you.” Ascalon rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, grunting softly as W continued to kiss and lick her pussy, squeezing her thighs around W’s head as she savored the girl’s eager tongue. “Honestly, how can you be so careless? It’s like none of the operators have any discipline lately.”

“And you’re so pent up,” W said, smirking into Ascalon’s wetness.

The Doctor watched, his breath quickening, as Ascalon gasped and rolled her hips. She was uncharacteristically flushed as W worked her tongue with expert precision, licking and flicking over her clit, fast and relentless. Her composure slipped with each pass, and her voice cracked in a way it never had before.

“I don’t think discipline is the problem,” the Doctor mused, stroking himself to full hardness and watching the way Ascalon’s thighs trembled. “Perhaps… something else?”

Something like a needy whimper escaped Ascalon’s throat. “I don’t know what you’ve done to W,” she panted, “but it’s—it’s a problem if everyone is going to start acting like—nngh—this.” Her words came out staccato, punctuated by the rhythm of W’s determined mouth.

“I don’t think it’s a problem,” W interjected, pulling back just long enough to catch her breath.

Despite what’s happening, it’s like neither of their personalities are really… different, the Doctor thought. They’re still their usual selves. So the artifact turns them on, but it doesn’t overwrite their character? Just what the heck is going on here?

Someone else walked into the office right then and there. The Doctor winced as Penance walked in, eyes glued down to the report in her hands.

“Good afternoon, Doctor,” she announced, shutting the door by pushing it with her heel. “I’ve come to talk to you about—?”

Which was when she looked up and saw that W was eating Ascalon’s pussy, and that the Doctor was just sitting in his chair with his hard cock in his hands.

Needless to say, Penance was appalled.

She paused, report halfway to the desk, and her face went deathly pale—then a hot, incredulous red.

She tried to process the scene before her: Ascalon, pants still bunched around her knees, standing tall and scowling like this all made perfect, infuriating sense. W, kneeling, mouth deep in Ascalon’s cunt, eyes locked gleefully onto the new arrival. The Doctor—not even trying to hide it—stroking his hard cock with a look that managed to be both clinical and lascivious.

Penance sputtered, “What—? What in the hell—?!” Her Lupo tail and ears perked straight up, trembling as if a live electrical current ran through them. “What’s happening in here?!”

Ascalon did not so much as blink. “It’s as it appears,” she said, the faintest tremor in her voice betraying just how close she was to coming. “Unless you have urgent business, please wait your turn.”

“Wait my TURN?!” Penance was downright horrified, and she recoiled as if to reach for the door. “Ugh! Doctor, you… you pig!”

W quirked a brow and licked Ascalon’s clit with special showmanship, watching Penance’s face twist through several layers of outrage, confusion, and something primal that flickered at the edge of her composure.

The Doctor, for his part, stood and tucked himself in with one hand, gesturing to the spare chair with the other. “You mentioned a report, Penance?”

“A report? Now? Are you serious?” Penance clenched her eyes shut. “Doctor, what’s gotten into you? I refuse to be a part of whatever humiliation ritual you’re establishing here!”

Penance opened her eyes again, and once she did, her vision was occupied by the sight of the huge golden phallus.

Immediately, her Lupo ears and tail went flat. She clenched her teeth with a soft grunt escaping her, and she took a step back in surprise. The Doctor watched her carefully, hoping this would prove his hypothesis correct.

Penance’s hand flew to her head, and it was clear that the artifact’s hum had reached her as well, shimmering in the air like a heatwave. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, and then she stumbled back with a look of horror.

In just a few seconds, however…

. . .

. . .

Penance’s expression changed. Her shoulders dropped, her tail went slack, and her ears retained their neutral perkiness. All three of the room’s other occupants merely looked her over, curious what’s changed in the air between them.

The Doctor returned the obelisk to his desk, confident that it had worked. That it had successfully altered Penance’s perception of things. That it had normalized this.

“Ah… erm…” Penance rubbed her cheek, standing there awkwardly. “Was I about to leave? I feel so silly about that. Apologies, Doctor. I did have a report I wanted to share with you, if you’ll forgive me for acting so strangely just then…”

The Doctor smiled. “Apology accepted, Penance. And you’re okay with all this?”

“With what?”

“With Ascalon and W having sex in my office.”

“Oh. Yes, of course.” Penance cleared her throat, and she nodded for Ascalon and W to continue. “A bit of office relief never hurt anyone, of course.”

It’s working, the Doctor thought. Her mind is totally changed…!

He felt a surge of pride—or maybe a subtle, secondhand arousal—from the power of it. The artifact’s influence was total, even on someone like Penance. There was a strange delight in watching the once-prudish Lupo stand there, pretending that oral sex between senior operators in a supervisor’s office was as routine as a cup of tea.

Maybe it was the artifact’s hum, or maybe it was just the sight of three beautiful women tangled in his madness, but the Doctor’s cock twitched as it stood upright, desperate for more pleasure from any one of these fine ladies.

W went right back to eating Ascalon out, and Ascalon put both hands on W’s head to urge her further along. “Just like that, W,” Ascalon groaned. “Ooh, that’s some f-fine tongue work. Looks like you, ah, could learn some new lessons after all…”

Penance watched W slurp away at Ascalon’s cunt with wet ease, humming softly, then turned a pointedly polite smile towards the Doctor, who was once again stroking his hard length. “Is there anything you’d like me to do, Doctor?”

The Doctor grinned. The change in her demeanor was remarkable. She had come in a horrified prude, and now she was eager to join in. “How about you do me next?” he asked, unable to believe that it was really this easy.

Penance’s ears flicked with delight, and she glanced down at his throbbing cock with unabashed curiosity. “Of course, Doctor. I’d be happy to help.”

She prepared to kneel in front of him, just as W was kneeling in front of Ascalon, but that was when a wicked idea crossed the Doctor’s mind. “No,” he told her. “Why don’t you pull down your pants, bend over my desk, and give me that report? While I… make myself comfortable behind you?”

Penance froze mid-motion, the report still held tight in her trembling fingers. There was a split second of hesitation—the last flickering relic of an outdated virtue—before she nodded sharply. “As you wish,” she said, voice calm and professional, betraying nothing of her earlier panic.

She shuffled the hem of her smart skirt higher, exposing the tops of her black, sheer stockings, then set the report precisely on the Doctor’s desk. With the crisp efficiency of someone reciting protocol, she bent over the corner, hips squared, tail flagging up in anticipation.

W, still kneeled in service to Ascalon, whistled low. “Guess we all know who the real teacher’s pet is,” she said, not pausing her relentless tonguework. Ascalon bit her lip, the stern lines of her face fracturing with pleasure as the Doctor, cock in hand, stepped up behind Penance and ran his palm along her ass—first through the thin fabric, then along the bare skin as he yanked her panties aside.

“You’re acting like you’ve done this before,” he murmured into Penance’s ear, and she shivered, pressing her hips further back against him.

There was a new boldness in her, or maybe just a different discipline: the discipline of compliance and service, stripped of all self-consciousness and shame. Penance braced herself on her elbows, ears canted forward in expectation as her tail traced a languid arc in the air, telegraphing little ripples of need through her whole body.

“Don’t think too hard about it,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder with smoldering yellow eyes. “Just… do what needs to be done.”

The Doctor pressed his cock to her slick, wet entrance, savoring the way she quivered at the touch. There was a hush in the office now, all the background noise and busy energy distilled into the raw soundscape of W’s hungry slurps and Ascalon’s mounting, unguarded moans. Even the golden obelisk, artifact of unknowable intent, pulsed in time with lust instead of malice—it was setting a tempo now, and the Doctor rode the beat.

He thrust into Penance in one smooth, measured push, feeling the tight, greedy clench of her heat wrap him up and hold him close. Penance stifled her surprise at the sudden fullness, but her tail betrayed her, popping upright like a startled metronome. “Nnnh—Doctor…!”

“Fuck,” the Doctor groaned. “God, you’re so tight…!” The Doctor gasped, grinning; he couldn’t believe he was doing this. That he was fucking Penance right over his desk, and she had no problem whatsoever with it. It was all the artifact’s doing!

“This is already s-such a relief,” Penance confessed. “I’ve been s-so uptight lately, D-Doctor, ah—!”

The Doctor squeezed Penance’s ass with zeal, chuckling as he worked himself back and forth, in and out, slowly but surely. “Well? Ngh, what are you w-waiting for? Read me that report… now!”

Penance’s hands trembled only slightly as she reached for the summary, but her voice was impeccably crisp. “Rhodes Island operational status: Green. No major—hngh—no major technical issues in the past seventy-two hours. Warnings received regarding, ah, abnormal… operator behavior in Medical Tower C, and also… the” —she gasped as the Doctor thrust particularly deep— “and also the environmental systems in Research Dormitory.”

The Doctor set a steady rhythm, slow and possessive, barely able to focus on anything but the hypnotic squeeze of the Lupo’s cunt. Still, he kept his attention trained on her as she read, enjoying the way each line of text seemed to unravel her composure a little more. Her refined accent, usually so measured and cool, wavered and broke with every impact of his hips.

“Furthermore,” Penance continued, “uh, staff have reported… distractions? But t-there is no evidence of… sabotage or, mmm, outside manipulation.” Her ass arched higher, tail batting at his chest as if to drive him faster. “It—it’s likely just a case of, ah, mass stress response—”

She lost her train of thought as the Doctor reached around and found her clit, pressing against the little bud in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts. Penance moaned aloud, knuckles whitening as she dug her nails into the oak veneer of the desk. “AH! D-Doctor, that’s—oh, GOD—!”

Across the room, the other two operators were a study in contrasts: Ascalon still standing stoic and upright—even as her thighs, streaked with slick, betrayed the truth of her situation—while W, ever the overachiever, lapped at her superior’s pussy with unwavering dedication and just enough mischief to keep Ascalon biting her tongue. Every so often W glanced up, eyes flashing with wicked glee as she watched Penance struggle to maintain a professional facade.

The Doctor leaned in, pressing his body along Penance’s back. “You’re doing great,” he whispered, nipping at the base of her trembling ear. “Keep going.”

Somewhere in the hateful core of her Lupo pride, Penance seemed to relish the challenge; she gulped air and tried again. “Rhodes Island personnel files—nngh—show no anomalies. All test, ah, test results have been submitted for analysis… I expect a full report will be available by tomorrow morning; u-unless the… ah, unless the situation intensifies—!”

It was all the Doctor could do to keep from laughing aloud at the image: Penance, voice breaking on every thrust, still projecting administrative competence as her body was rocked against the desk. He reached across her—fingers splayed, steadying himself—and swept some loose pages off the surface, clearing a space so he could lay her all the way down. She yielded without a fight, cheek flattened to the polished wood, ass still arched high and glistening with arousal. She squeaked as she was taken—like a bitch in heat.

“Is there, ngh, anything else? Fuck…” He picked up the thread of the conversation, barely disguising his amusement.

Penance’s eyes fluttered back, glorying in the hot shame of being watched by both W and Ascalon.

She whimpered, “There’s, um, a memo from Closure—” The rest was cut off by the impact of his hips, pushing her up the desk a good inch before she caught herself. “She requests that all affected personnel be sent for… nnnh, comprehensive, ah, evaluation.”

W cackled, face still buried in Ascalon’s thighs. “Good luck with that. What’s she gonna do, lock us up for being horny?”

Ascalon just grunted, teeth bared, every line of her taut frame trembling as W doubled down. “I don’t think she has that kind of time,” Ascalon managed, but her voice was wrecked beneath the words. She bucked and squirmed, bearing down on the Sarkaz’s avid mouth, and for someone always so composed, she was now the picture of wild, feral release.

The Doctor pulled Penance firmly down, bottoming out with a slap. He groaned, feeling her pulse on his length as if the Lupo’s entire body was trying to milk him dry. He held her there for a moment, savoring the sensation, then set off at a merciless pace.

Penance’s report was forgotten. She buried her head in her arms and took it—the hard, rutting fuck she’d never admit to craving. Every thrust made her ears twitch and flick, every new angle forced noises out of her that not even the golden artifact could normalize.

It was a beautiful sound.

And when she finally came, it was sudden—a desperate, keening cry muffled by her sleeve, the kind that had probably never escaped the flustered Lupo’s lips in her entire life.

The Doctor chased her through her climax, fucking her through the aftershocks, barely holding on himself. “God—Penance, I’m about to—!”

She interrupted, gasping, “Inside, Doctor! Please just… do it inside! PLEASE!”

The Doctor thrust into Penance with building urgency, feeling the desperate warmth of his impending release. Her body met every stroke with wild, uninhibited need, and the Lupo’s keening cries spurred him on, urged him to fill her and claim her.

Then, with one final plunge, the Doctor held himself tight and let go, climax tearing through him like an explosion. He emptied himself into her, swore loudly as the first hot pulse hit, then rode the rest out in a breathless haze. His fingers dug into Penance’s trembling sides, keeping them both anchored as his cock spilled her full. She milked him like she’d been made for it, every clench stoking the embers of her own ecstasy, driving the Doctor to fill her even more.

The world spun. He collapsed forward, folding himself over the length of her back, breaths ragged against the damp brunette locks behind her ear. Penance’s body yielded beneath him, still taking him so greedily that he had to wonder how she’d ever resisted. He wasn’t even sure she had—maybe all her prim control had been another kind of surrender, an appetite disguised as discipline. Whatever it was, the secret was out now.

They stayed like that for a moment, joined and panting, all the frantic motion distilled into a sweet, still glow. The Doctor’s release seeped out around the edges, pooling in slick rivulets and streaking down her thighs. Penance shivered. “Thank you… Doctor… ahhh… thank you… f-for that sweet relief…”

He pulled out, watching with unabashed curiosity as his cum spilled messily from her pussy, trailing down the inside of her quivering thighs.

Ascalon stood bracing herself against the desk, her rigid posture the only thing holding her upright. Her eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the scene across the room where the Doctor’s cum was painting Penance’s legs, and the austere woman seemed to draw energy from it, as if watching encouraged her own denial to fracture.

The relentless pace had brought her close before, dangerously and deliciously close, but something in the sight of Penance losing all professional pretense pushed her beyond. Knees locked, whole body buckling but still holding her back frighteningly straight, she quaked, growled, and finally gave herself up to a noisy, commanding orgasm.

W smirked into the juncture of Ascalon’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscles clamp down around her head as the other woman came. She reveled in the intensity, slurping and drinking down the older woman’s mess with vim and vigor, despite the dull ache in her tongue from being such a good little clit-licker. If Ascalon wanted to stand there and pretend like she wasn’t seconds away from falling apart, W was fine with that—she’d just work harder, get messier, keep going until the stoic operator buckled under the truth.

And she did. The senior Sarkaz let out a sound that was somewhere between a battle cry and a moan, hands fisting into white-knuckled balls, riding through the climax with such force that W was almost lifted off her knees as she held on. Panting hotly against the other woman’s slippery skin, W redoubled her efforts, her tongue moving in tight circles to match the pressure of Ascalon grinding down. It was the taste of victory, and W savored it.

Ascalon bought her composure a little longer, but this time there was no fighting what she really wanted. She let herself go, commanding and unguarded, until she was forced to peel W off, leaving the smaller woman panting and slick-faced at her feet.

W grinned like the cat that got the cream. “Thought you were going to stand there being all serious forever,” she said, wiping her wet face with the back of her hand. “Someone should put a productivity award on your desk!”

Ascalon’s breath was heavy, but her voice was regaining its usual authority. “Yes, well… hah… you have my thanks… for letting me borrow that feisty little tongue of yours…”

She shot the smaller woman a look that was both reprimand and challenge, but unlike before, there was a hint of amusement beneath the surface—something almost as raw and primal as the release she’d fought so hard to contain.

W popped to her feet, licked her lips, and gave Ascalon a little salute. “You going to file a disciplinary complaint?”

“Tch… keep that up, and I’ll have you bent over and splayed. Just like Miss Penance over there…”

W, wholly unprompted, walked right over to where the Doctor was standing and fell to her knees a third time. The Doctor didn’t even have to issue a command this time; W started cleaning his cum-stained cock with that “feisty little tongue” of hers, smirking and wiggling teasingly as she took him into her mouth for some more lip service.

“Fuck,” the Doctor groaned, tipping his head back with relief. “This god damned artifact… is the best thing we ever found…”

Ascalon cleared her throat after getting her clothes back on and her pants zipped up, her cheeks still flushed as she watched Penance relax over the Doctor’s desk, still leaking cum. “Perhaps I will return to my duties, Doctor?” Ascalon asked-alon.

The Doctor put his hand on top of W’s head, raking his fingers through those ashen locks of hers. “Wait,” he told Ascalon, pumping his hips slowly so that W could engulf his cock with devotion. “Before you do… could you get Mostima to come in here?”

“Operator Mostima?” Ascalon quirked an eyebrow as she dusted herself off. “Why her?”

“For… something completely normal, that’s all,” the Doctor said, smiling and grunting quietly, patting W on the head for her good behavior. “Things are going to be changing around here on Rhodes Island… and I want to make sure that a few operators really get the memo.”

“Understood.” Ascalon nodded only once before she turned on her heel and left the office altogether, leaving the Doctor to contend with a very messy Penance, and a very mouthy W.

It was exactly as he said. There would definitely be a few changes coming to Rhodes Island.

If they only knew…

Chapter Text

Everyone was banging like rabbits, and Perfumer couldn’t be more thrilled.

She had spent hours reorganizing the schedule to accommodate the influx of operators eager to participate in the Cock Healing Exercises program. Dr. Kal’tsit’s initial reluctance had turned into a begrudging acceptance, especially now that every available room in the Medical Department had become an impromptu training facility.

Perfumer hummed to herself as she moved through the corridors, taking notes on her clipboard with a satisfied grin.

“Make sure to hydrate!” she called to a pair of operators—one Draco, one Liberi—who emerged from a nearby room looking blissfully disheveled. They gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up, and Perfumer couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of their hastily donned uniforms, buttons mismatched and collars askew.

The air was thick with humidity, as if the ventilation systems were struggling to keep up with the increased activity. Or perhaps someone somewhere had tweaked something, for the smell of sex and sweat seemed to permeate almost every room on the landship by now.

Even Perfumer, accustomed to the aromatic chaos of her own experimental concoctions, found the scent saturating the halls a little intoxicating. It reminded her of the sweet, slightly tart fragrance of overripe fruit. She wasn’t one to take such an active role in the well-being of the medical department, but most of its staffers were either coaching various operators regarding cock healing, or they were volunteering to help across the entire ship—in various other departments.

Even Myrrh, who was by all accounts an intern at best, found herself enjoying her active role as a premier cock healer. She worked alongside Perfumer as the two thought up various ways to bring a little Convalescence Garden charm to more participating operators.

Meanwhile, Dr. Kal’tsit struggled to keep everything in order.

She knew that something was wrong. She just couldn’t articulate how or why. She suspected, of course, that the Doctor’s new artifact had something to do with it. That it had affected her mind in such a strange way; a way that meant she didn’t want to see this problem’s resolution, even though she knew, on some level, it was necessary.

Perfumer had never seen the Medical Director so flustered, and for a brief moment, she considered dialing back the cheer. But as quickly as the thought came, it disappeared, swept away by the enthusiasm bubbling inside her.

“Dr. Kal’tsit!” she exclaimed, waving energetically as she spotted her turning a corner.

Dr. Kal’tsit paused, mid-step, her lime-colored features a mask of controlled exasperation. “Perfumer,” she acknowledged, her voice as calm as she could muster against the tide of surrounding chaos. “I trust you’re… managing the situation?”

“It’s incredible!” Perfumer beamed. “There’s so much healing happening! We’ve almost doubled participation this week alone!”

“Doubled,” Dr. Kal’tsit repeated, the word hanging between them like a precarious decision. “I appreciate your... commitment to the program.”

Perfumer detected, beneath the layers of clinical detachment, a thread of bewilderment. It was the most emotion she’d ever seen Kal’tsit express. “I’ll make sure we keep the momentum going,” Perfumer promised, clasping her clipboard with a sense of purpose. “We’ve been adding some aromatherapy to the sessions. The results are really something!”

Dr. Kal’tsit rubbed her temples. She could practically smell Perfumer’s excitement from where she was standing.

Which was all too easy when the Vulpo was wearing a loose-fitting nurse’s outfit—one that was almost completely in tatters.

“What happened to your attire?” Kal’tsit asked.

“Oh!” Perfumer giggled. “Some of the new cock healing participants were very eager to get their hands on me. You should have seen me, Dr. Kal’tsit. They put me on my knees after tearing at my clothes! It was certainly something,” she beamed. “I had a cock in each hand, and one in my throat, and I’ve never felt better! It warms my heart to know we’re taking such good care of our operators!”

“Keep up the good work,” said Kal’tsit.

Perfumer skipped off down the hall, already humming a new tune. She paused briefly to adjust her skirt, which had slipped so low it almost revealed the curve of her hip. Dr. Kal’tsit watched her go, a mix of admiration and disbelief flitting across her features.

The Medical Director turned to retreat into her office, but she only made it halfway before another pair of operators staggered past. Their giggles echoed down the corridor, and she noted absently that the ventilation system did indeed seem compromised, every intake vent practically dripping with condensation.

She adjusted her own outfit, which felt a touch tighter than usual, feeling the warmth snugness against her skin. Instead of fixating on it, however, Kal’tsit focused on the meticulous reorganization of her thoughts. She needed clarity.

As she entered her office, Myrrh approached, her cheeks flushed and her hair in wild disarray.

“Dr. Kal’tsit!” Myrrh exclaimed, rushing over with a bundle of forms. “You won’t believe how many new applicants we have! It’s like everyone on Rhodes Island wants to volunteer!”

Kal’tsit took the papers, glancing briefly at the long list of names. “And you’re… comfortable with this?” she asked, noting the uncharacteristic glow in the young operator’s eyes.

“It’s amazing!” said Myrrh, bouncing slightly on her heels. “I’ve been doing the hands-on technique you taught me, and I swear I can feel them throbbing in my fingers!”

There was another knock at the door, with operators Lin and Reed peeking inside to make sure there was no debauchery transpiring. Kal’tsit was more than happy to see them, feeling a sense of relief wash over her unlike the surrounding musk. “Thank goodness you’re here,” she remarked. “Myrrh, I have some business to attend to. Please feel free to show me how far your hands-on technique has come another time.”

“Okay! I understand.” Myrrh cleared her throat before giving a little bow, and she exited the office right past Lin and Reed, who stepped in after her.

No sooner did the door close did Lin put her hands on her hips, cocking them to the side with a veritable frown. “What,” she said, “is happening here?”

“Everyone is having sex,” Kal’tsit grumbled.

“But why? You sounded like you knew the answer.”

Reed fidgeted nervously between both Lin and Kal’tsit. Being one of the landship’s many futanari, it was plain to see just why she was so anxious. Even now, she struggled to press her bulge down beneath her skirt. Like most of the landship at large, her mind was plagued with constant thoughts of sex.

“W-will this take long?” Reed asked. “I may need r-relief again soon, I’m afraid…”

Lin gave her a sympathetic pat. “Poor thing,” she said. She turned back to Kal’tsit. “Isn’t there something you can do?”

“We’re working on a solution,” Kal’tsit replied, though the answer felt thin even to her.

“Working on it or just working each other?” Lin raised an eyebrow, and Kal’tsit felt herself bristling beneath her collar. “I guess I’m just surprised you’re not as affected.”

Kal’tsit hesitated, a brief flicker of doubt threatening her composure. She knew she could keep her impulses in check, but as she looked at the tingling edges of the request forms, she wondered for how long.

Especially when all of this felt so… normal. Beyond the need for fixing.

“We’re going to the source,” she said finally. “An artifact the Doctor has been studying may be the cause. My suspicion is that the influence worsens with proximity and time.”

“So you’re saying it’ll get more intense the longer we stay here?” Lin sounded more intrigued than worried. Reed swallowed hard beside her, obviously thinking of her own odds.

“That’s a possibility.” Kal’tsit rubbed her hands together, as if the action could better clarify her own convictions. “Also possible is that the effects will be permanent if we don’t identify a solution soon.”

“Maybe we should leave before—” Reed started to say, but Lin cut her off.

“Or maybe we should help you sort this out?”

Kal’tsit considered this, then nodded. “You’re right. I’ll need assistance if I’m to investigate without being… distracted.”

“Excellent. Where do we start?” Lin moved with a brisk efficiency, pulling a pair of exam gloves from the box on Kal’tsit’s desk and snapping them on with a theatrical flourish. Reed hung back, her blush deepening as her gaze kept drifting to the Medical Director’s neckline, and then to Lin, and then guiltily to her own shoes.

Kal’tsit swept to her monitor. “I’ve compiled all reported cases. There’s a pattern.” She projected a three-dimensional schematic of the landship’s interior into the air, the blue holographic corridors lighting up in swathes of increasing saturation. “The density of cases correlates directly to this—” She pointed to a pulsing golden node in the ship’s command center. “The artifact. It’s not only radiating its effects, it’s adapting to countermeasures. I suspect an ongoing feedback loop with the Doctor as a direct conductor.”

Lin peered in, squinting at the holographic overlay. “So we need to isolate the Doctor?”

“Not exactly.” Kal’tsit hesitated. “There are… secondary effects. The closer you are, the more rapid the onset and—” She broke off, glancing at Reed. “—the less resistance you maintain.”

Lin cocked an eyebrow, then took a step closer to Kal’tsit, her face entering the edge of the projection. “How are you able to keep working, then?”

Kal’tsit’s tail flicked, the tip rigid with tension. “I am only holding at bay what I cannot cure. There are moments when it is almost unbearable, even for me. If you and Reed assist, there may be a chance to resolve this before—” She stopped, the unspoken words lingering in the air.

Before it no longer needs resolving, Lin thought, watching the subtle shifts in Kal’tsit’s expression. She exchanged a glance with Reed, who was biting her lip in a valiant effort to stay composed.

“Before it all goes to hell,” Lin said, finishing the thought aloud. There was a dry humor to her tone, but her eyes were sharp, calculating. “Aren’t you afraid we might get caught up in all this?”

Reed nodded fervently beside her. “I don’t know how much longer I can—” Her voice wavered, and she pressed her skirt down again, the fabric straining against her effort.

Kal’tsit took a steadying breath. “I understand the risk.” Her voice was quieter, yet firm. “But I can’t do this alone.”

Lin’s features softened, and she placed a steadying hand on Reed’s shoulder. “Okay,” she said. “What do you need?”

Kal’tsit looked at them both—Lin’s analytical gaze and Reed’s anxious, eager-to-please expression. “First, I need to determine the artifact’s exact properties. We may have to move it.”

Lin nodded. “And the Doctor?”

“We’ll observe the effects as we proceed. I’ll need you both to maintain detailed records.”

“And if we start losing our minds?” Lin asked, a half-smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Kal’tsit gave the faintest hint of a smile herself. “If we lose our minds completely to this bliss… then everything will be normal, and all will seem right with the world.”

Meanwhile, Closure and Rockrock were keen to work on one of Rhodes Island’s newest and most helpful inventions. It was difficult to work, however, while being fucked from behind.

Operator Stainless groaned with pleasure and groped at Rockrock while he lanced her from behind, flashing a wobbly smile in Closure’s direction—perhaps because the vampire engineer was topless to deal with the surrounding humidity.

“Rockrock,” said Closure, “could you pass me that hammer?”

Stainless rocked into Rockrock, her fair skin damp with sweat as the smell of sex and machinery thickened the air. “A little busy!” Rockrock panted, her voice a mix of effort and ecstasy.

“It’s right next to your boob,” Closure said, a wry grin on her face.

Rockrock fumbled with one hand, grabbing the hammer and tossing it across the workbench. Closure caught it effortlessly, her eyes rolling as she saw Stainless working up to another climax inside her colleague.

“Thanks!” Closure chirped, hammering at the metal fragments scattered across the table. A half-finished object took shape under her skilled hands, and she could barely contain her excitement as it came together. “This baby will be just what we need when it’s done!”

“Still needs testing,” Rockrock gasped, pushing back against Stainless’ thrusts with a determination that made Closure chuckle. “M-make sure it’s stable… oooh, fuck, Stainless…!”

“Oh, it’s stable already,” Closure said, adjusting one of the components and wiping her brow with the back of her hand. “I couldn’t have done it without you—even if you were being fucked the entire time we’ve been working. That’s some stamina!”

Stainless grinned, his eyes half-closed with bliss. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he groaned. “Fuck… Oh, God, Rockrock… you’re so tight, and so wet!”

They screwed over the workbench as Closure hauled her things to the other end of the room, with Rockrock holding onto the edge of the table for dear life. Stainless continued to rock their bodies from behind, his hips clapping against her own with zeal.

By the time the device was finally ready for its first live run, Rockrock was limp and trembling, her dark hair pasted to her brow and a goofy smile plastered across her flushed face.

Stainless shuddered to a stop, letting out a delighted groan as he emptied himself into her one last time. Only then did he stagger backward, nearly tripping over a tangle of extension cords, and collapse onto a nearby stool with a look of utter satisfaction.

Closure didn’t even pause to comment—she was too busy admiring the prototype. “Ladies and gents… and whatever you are, Stainless,” she said, holding the invention high, “the AphroResistor Mark I is finished! Now, if anyone’s still got the strength to get up, let’s see if we can keep the Medical bay from turning into a fertility clinic.”

Stainless let out a soft, post-coital laugh. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he mumbled, dabbing his forehead with a nearby oily rag. Closure just grinned, fangs showing.

“You try coding firmware while getting railed all day and see how long before you’re knocking up the next generation of operators, pal.”

Rockrock, spent but determined, peeled herself off the table and managed a wobbly salute. “R-ready for field test, boss… ooof…”

“Good. Because the only thing more embarrassing than a landship-wide orgy is being the ones responsible for not fixing it,” Closure said, already leading the way toward primary control. “Let’s get this bastard to Dr. Kal’tsit before anyone else splices their genes in the coffee machine.”

Elsewhere…

“Stroke it with both hands, Mudrock!”

Gavial was on her sixth clinic visit of the day, and it was, evidently, for the same reason as the other five times. Another operator was in desperate need of more hands-on training.

Now it was operator Mudrock, who reached out to stroke Gavial’s immense cock with both hands as she squirmed on the stool beneath her.

“Like this?” Mudrock’s voice was breathy, eager, and the effort to maintain her usual reserve was palpable.

“Yes!” Gavial moaned. “And suck harder if you want to be the best cock healer on the island!”

Mudrock bobbed her head up and down, her lips straining around the engorged tip of Gavial’s throbbing shaft. Her hands worked furiously along the length, pumping with a determination that matched the intensity of her suckling. Gavial groaned and arched her back, feeling the raw, overwhelming pleasure surging through her as Mudrock’s enthusiasm only mounted.

Gavial’s fingers dug into the steel frame of the examination bed, her grip slipping from the force of her own movements. She struggled to hold on as her hips bucked with abandon, riding the exquisite edge of control and sensation. Her thighs quivered with need, pulling Mudrock in closer as she moaned, lost in the throes of lust.

“Harder!” Gavial panted, her voice a desperate, encouraging cry, echoing off the clinic’s pristine walls and mingling with the heady scent of sex. Mudrock obeyed, her motions even more frantic, her own breaths coming in gasps as she serviced the massive cock with unrestrained passion, her pale hair disheveled with some stray locks stuck to her damp forehead.

Beneath the tight clutches of her uniform, Mudrock was hot, flushed, and wet, the fabric struggling to contain her curvaceous body as she mouthed the length of the Archosauria’s impossibly large cock. She squirmed on the stool in unbridled delight and looked up at Gavial with a fiery, eager gaze.

Gavial’s vision blurred, nearing the peak of release. Her lips parted, and a loud, low moan tore from her throat. “Oh, fuck, Mudrock, you’re a natural! You’ve almost made me cum twice already!”

Mudrock let out a muffled giggle, and Gavial could feel her grin even as she swallowed another inch of throbbing cock. She wrapped her fingers tighter, pumping as if her life depended on it.

“Everyone in the Clinic is doing great,” Gavial gasped, leaning back and gripping the sides of the bed with near-savage intensity. “Incredible, even! Hell, maybe I’ll volunteer for more of these sessions myself!”

Mudrock released Gavial with a wet pop, her eyes wide and a little dazed. “You’re getting… so big…!” she said, panting as she stroked the slick length between her hands.

“I’m gonna cum,” Gavial groaned, keeping her thighs spread to better accommodate the eager Sarkaz. “Gonna paint that pretty face of yours with fat white spurts…”

Mudrock’s pointed ears flicked with anticipation, and she opened her mouth just in time to catch the first pearly arc across her tongue.

More followed, unstoppable and intense, hot and heavy as Gavial emptied what felt like an entire week’s worth of need onto Mudrock’s eager face. The Archosauria simply had a lot to give, well-endowed as she was.

The Sarkaz giggled in unfettered delight, then gasped when another surge splattered across her brow and cheeks. “So much!” she panted, her voice a breathless mixture of excitement and awe. She tongued a stray bead from her own cheek, savoring its salty taste. Her tight uniform strained against the swell of her breasts and hips, revealing how thoroughly aroused she was as she stroked Gavial’s twitching length and took another unrelenting arc inside her mouth.

She giggled at the sheer volume of cum that dripped down her chin. Gavial’s massive cock throbbed with renewed vigor, and the last round of thick spurts painted Mudrock’s lips like a sticky gloss. She ran her fingers across the sticky marks on her skin, smearing them with gleeful abandon as she pumped the Archosauria for another round. Her strokes grew slower, savoring the moment, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in hot gasps. Flushed and breathless, she grinned, her eyes bright with satisfaction.

Gavial slumped back and let out a deep, primal moan, her hefty chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. Her fingers slipped on the examination bed’s steel frame as she shivered through the last ripples of pleasure. Mudrock was almost knocked over by the force of her last thrusts, but she held on with determination, delighting in how desperate and wild she made the massive Archosauria. The straightforwardness of the situation made her giggle even harder, and she gave Gavial’s expanse of pulsing cock a few final tugs until the exquisite tension finally subsided.

Slick, sticky, and utterly radiant, she glanced playfully up the length of shaft to Gavial, who looked utterly spent, her face a glorious picture of surrender. Then, with the slowness of pure satisfaction, Mudrock wiped an errant streak with the back of her hand.

With a spirited flick of her tongue, she caught a droplet that clung to her lower lip.

“Fuck, you’re good,” Gavial sighed, wiping sweat from her brow.

Mudrock choked down the rest of the load, savoring the way it coated her tongue, then beamed in genuine, unrestrained pride. “Thank you, Gavial. It helps to have such a, mmf, giving teacher.”

The croc girl eased her straining cock from Mudrock’s lips, then ruffled the Sarkaz’s hair. “You’re a quick learner. You’ve earned a gold star for today.”

Mudrock cocked her head. “A gold star…?”

“It’s an expression.” Gavial grinned. “But if you want a real prize, tell the front desk you’re cleared for a pudding cup. My treat.”

“I feel like I just ate plenty of pudding,” Mudrock mused—and she smacked her lips with a confident smile. She, like others across Rhodes Island, was submitting to the debauchery that surrounded them; the lust and the ardor.

Even the esteemed Degenbrecher fell victim to the sexual atmosphere of Rhodes Island, judging by the way she handled all three Silverash siblings—Enciodes, Ensia, and Enya.

Enciodes was always known to be masculine and empowered, and he made love in the same way in which he liked to depict himself. At present, he held the blonde Caprinae by the legs as he thrust into her, driving himself deep past her pube-dashed folds, and she arched her back with a groan as she met his thrusts halfway with her own fervent humping.

Meanwhile, Ensia rode Degenbrecher’s face as if she was made for it, the spunky snow leopard girl wiggling her hips with utter delight as her tail swiped over the older brother’s face—perhaps teasingly, perhaps daringly.

Enya wasn’t typically so touchy, but even she couldn’t help but keep her hands wrapped around her older brother’s shoulders, holding him intimately close as she pressed her plump breasts against his smooth, hard back. She purred lustfully as she watched Enciodes drive into Degenbrecher—over and over again, drawing more moans from the Caprinae lying on the bed between them all.

Enciodes, ever the perfectionist, made each motion purposeful and deep, as if intent on etching his name into the bedpost by sheer force of rutting. Degenbrecher’s voice rose and fell with every drive, a lilting cadence of pleasure that threatened to echo down the corridor. Ensia, with her knees bracketing Degenbrecher’s head, let her claws thump rhythmically on the headboard; Enya’s arms pulled her sibling into a compact, writhing knot, every Silverash locked in the steamy, panting dance.

“Enciodes, slow down—you’ll ruin her for me!” Enya snickered, red-faced, blushing tomato red from how aroused she was.

“Her talents are wasted in Steel and Fire,” Enciodes grunted, pausing only to tease Degenbrecher’s breasts in his hands. “If our combat instructors could see us now, they’d demand a full demonstration.”

Degenbrecher, voice nearly hoarse from the trio’s eccentricities, reached up to grip Ensia’s thighs as the youngest Silverash thrashed and writhed, her glistening and leaky pussy gliding against the bodyguard’s hot, wet tongue.

Ensia’s tail thrashed in the growing chaos, brushing across her brother’s cheek, and she yipped as she felt Degenbrecher’s tongue lash over her clit, the sensation electric and immediate. All four of them moaned in a carousel of escalating bliss, tight and tangled and unequivocally shameless, experiencing the kind of pleasure they never once thought to share together.

Their bodies moved as one, interlocked and intricate, silk and skin sliding together like a finely tuned concerto. The air was heavy with the sweet and musky scent of sex, and even as Degenbrecher’s breath came in gasps, she didn’t miss a single beat.

Enciodes palmed her tit, fingers pressing in time to his thrusts, and she arched to meet him, her every motion urging him deeper. Her moans were drowned out only by Ensia’s high-pitched cries, and by Enya’s frantic panting as she nibbled lightly at her older brother’s ear.

They were all close. Degenbrecher could feel it. Enciodes’ pace was relentless, the slap of his thighs against hers more frenetic as he neared his end. Ensia’s claws gripped the headboard, and she yowled with the intensity of her own impending climax.

“Almost!” the little snow leopard panted, her voice a desperate plea. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t—!”

Enciodes growled, increasing his tempo. Enya’s breath was hot against his skin, and he let out a guttural sound of satisfaction.

“F-fuck!” Enya squealed, trembling as her brother filled Degenbrecher with one last mighty thrust. She clung to him as she came, her voice a symphony of delight against his hard, broad back. Her soft thighs tensed as she pressed herself closer, and she felt each wave crash through her in a series of blissful shudders.

Enciodes grunted as he pumped his bodyguard full of hot, thick reward, and for a brief moment, everything seemed to hang in the air: the moans, the scent, the sticky, lewd chaos of it all.

Suddenly, it was impossible to tell where one ended and the next began.

Ensia screamed her release as she felt Degenbrecher’s tongue flick over her clit, the sensation sending her over the edge with such force that she nearly toppled forward. She rode out her climax on the Caprinae’s face with reckless abandon, every quiver and yelp mingling with Enya’s whimpers and Enciodes’ deep, primal groans. Their bodies heaved and bucked in unison; Degenbrecher didn’t know how long she could hold on, but she loved every second of their frantic, messy finish—as Ensia splashed her love against her face, and as Enciodes filled her pussy with his burning lust.

“Yes! Phenomenal…!” Enya cried, her voice shaking her older brother’s ear. “She’s taken it so well…!”

Degenbrecher felt them all let go at once, a cascading wave of pleasure that left her spinning. Enciodes’ final thrusts sent her spiraling, and even as he finished, she could feel his sisters shuddering their own way through the intense climax, bodies tangled tight around her.

Degenbrecher was breathless, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, sticky warmth filling her folds and dripping down the fur of her thighs. Her ears buzzed with the echoes of their cries, and she marveled at the rawness of it all. It was only after Ensia wiggled her hips cutely and stood up from the slick-faced bodyguard that she managed to lick her lips and crack a smug smile.

“Thorough,” she panted, her voice a low, satisfied murmur. “Thorough as always.”

Enciodes shifted, still pressed against her, a stray bead of sweat gliding down his neck. “We aim to excel,” he said, catching his breath with characteristic confidence.

Ensia lay splayed against the headboard, her grin dazed and triumphant as she wiped a hand across her flushed brow. “Let’s do it again,” she chirped, her voice a breathless giggle.

“Give her a moment,” Enya teased, drawing her knees up to rest against her brother’s hips. “Even Degenbrecher has limits.”

The Caprinae let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Not as many as you might think.”

There was a glint of excitement in Enciodes’ pale eyes, and he reached to brush a strand of damp hair from Degenbrecher’s face. “Then we’ll have to test that,” he said, his voice low and promising.

“I’ll arrange the schedule for our next session,” Degenbrecher replied, her smile matching Enciodes’. “But this time, I’d like to have a sample of our very own Saintess.”

Enya bit her lip with a blush. “You would taste me?”

“I would worship you,” Degenbrecher corrected.

And the quartet continued with their fun and games—all day long, and well through the night.

Across the landship, Nian was not about to let the prospect of ship-wide sex and endless orgies ruin her weekly movie night.

However, it seemed that most of the films on rotation had been replaced by pornographic ones—much to the Sui fragment’s displeasure.

“There isn’t anything artistic about this,” she grumbled, sitting back in a reclining theater seat as she watched two Forte brutes spitroast a tiny Sankta girl. “There’s no expression here.”

Dusk, who had been dragged along, could only agree—even if she was fingering herself while her eyes stayed glued to the screen. “It would take no effort to paint something far more meaningful than this. Ah, but the actress’ moaning… it sure is something, isn’t it?”

The rest of the Rhodes Island theater could only agree, although it was less likely they heard the siblings’ complaining and more likely they were just as entranced by what was on screen, with various operators touching themselves in the dark.

At some point, some bright spark—almost certainly a drunk, horny Guard operator—had produced a bucket of popcorn, and by the halfway mark of the “film,” it was impossible to tell whether the sound of wet smacking came from the screen or from the voracious crowd.

Nian tried valiantly to maintain the sophistication of a true cinephile. “The cinematography is criminal. You don’t even get a sense for the choreography of—” She stopped as the Sankta girl screamed through another round of double penetration, then shot a look at Dusk, who was breathing heavily, two fingers plunged deep between her thighs.

“You’re not even listening to me,” Nian huffed, folding her arms and refusing to give the screen another glance.

“I’m multitasking,” Dusk purred, winking lasciviously. “Unlike you, I can appreciate the aesthetic and physical aspects simultaneously.”

The surrounding seats rocked and shuddered from the pent-up energy of dozens of similarly afflicted operators. A menage e trois spilled two rows down, where a Lupo had mounted a Catastrophe Messenger in the aisle, rutting her with wild abandon. Even Nian couldn’t entirely ignore the thudding pulse in her own veins—especially as the air grew dense with the animal heat of it all.

She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs twice in as many minutes. Maybe Dusk had a point.

No, she couldn’t—she wouldn’t—give in.

She looked away from the pornographic carnage and instead eyed the flickering EXIT sign as if it held a lifeline for her. She still had a chance to leave—if only to film a better porno than this dreck!

“I may have a few actresses in mind already,” she mused.

“What are you talking about?” Dusk asked, and she watched as Nian already stood up to leave. “Are you getting snacks?”

“Forget the snacks,” Nian said, turning back to face Dusk with a knowing smile. “Dear sister, do you want to star in my next movie?”

Chapter Text

Operator Dobermann clapped twice to get everyone’s attention.

“Listen up,” she announced, “because I will not repeat myself. Today, as part of the ship-wide cock healing regimen, I’ve decided to change our routine just a little bit. Don’t worry, we won’t be doing anything out of the ordinary. It’s all going to stay completely within the realm or normalcy, so don’t panic before we’ve even properly begun.”

The looks Dobermann received in reply were equal parts skepticism and longing. The morning’s physical training session had begun with the usual stretching and calisthenics, which already left the operators flushed and glistening. The gym’s recirculated air was thick with the combined exhalations of a dozen women, and even the high-powered fans that lined the walls seemed unable to sweep away the sticky, expectant hangover that lingered from yesterday’s impromptu orgy.

Fang, positioned near the back, tried to hide the fact her hands were trembling.

Dobermann surveyed the rows of assembled operators—matronly Vulpos and spindly Casters alike—and her mouth curled in a sardonic half-smile. “Let’s move on to the buddy system,” she proclaimed. “Pick a partner, ideally someone you haven’t… extensively interacted with this week.” This earned a few snickers and a couple of furtive glances Fang’s way. She felt her cheeks bloom with heat.

“Now, some of you struggled with last week’s assignment,” Dobermann continued, her voice gaining a kinder, if slightly mocking, lilt. “Coordination. Trust. Hands-on learning. To that end, we’re going to try a new exercise: the R.I. Lock-and-Key. One of you will be designated the ‘lock,’ and the other, the ‘key.’ Alternately, you may refer to yourselves as ‘hole’ and ‘peg,’ if that helps cement the concept.” She gave a sharp nod. “You’ll decode what that means in just a few moments. For the purposes of this demonstration, I need one of you to come up here—a key, of course—so that I can better explain what I’m talking about!”

Adnachiel was not the first male to raise his hand, but he was the one that Dobermann chose from the crowd. The smiling Sankta approached Dobermann on the raised platform, joining her on top so that everyone could see him just as they could see Dobermann herself.

He wore the blank, glass-polish smile of the truly oblivious, but Dobermann gave him a professional once-over, like she was measuring him for a suit of armor only she could see.

“Adnachiel, you’re the key,” Dobermann declared. “Show everyone your key posture.”

She took his shoulders in both hands, rotated him so his profile faced the group, and dragged his palms together just below his belly. “Note the forward lean: hips out, shoulders back, eyes up. Good, good. You want your target to be very clear. The lock should know that the key is in desperate need of healing—even across a battlefield, this should be evident, so that the next time you meet up, you can find a discreet corner to commence with the healing.”

There were a few murmurs from the crowd. Op Reserve Team A4, the group that Dobermann handled the most, was anxious to continue. Since Adnachiel—their sniper—was up top with Dobermann, it meant that Ansel could pair with Melantha, and Steward could pair with Cardigan. A corresponding lock and an appropriate key.

“Once it’s safe to do so,” announced Dobermann, “make sure you help your key get their pants off. Around the ankles is fine if you’re in a rush,” she clarified. “However, if you have the time, it might be worth getting a feel for your key before you begin. Just to have an idea of what you might be dealing with. A lot of keys will also appreciate the soft, physical contact; an admiration of their package.”

Dobermann demonstrated this by further closing the distance between herself and Adnachiel, already palming the young man through his pants to fondle his cock.

Adnachiel gave a startled, gasping sound and nearly doubled over, but Dobermann steadied him with an iron grip at his waist. The rhythm of her touch was deliberate, more pedagogical than erotic—she made a show of tracing the outline of his hardening shaft, pausing at the head to describe in detail the value of “tactile feedback” and its effects on operator morale. The Sankta’s wings twitched behind him, as if uncertain whether to spread for balance or fold up in mortification.

“See here?” Dobermann said, rolling her thumb along the bulge. “Your key will show you exactly where they need healing. Don’t ignore these signals. Neglect leads to backup, and backup leads to medical complications. Observe the color changes: deepening pink, spreading warmth. That’s proper blood flow. You want that.”

She gave Adnachiel a brisk, businesslike squeeze that left him audibly panting. “Now, the lock’s job is simple: apply pressure, and don’t let up until the key stops twitching.”

A few in the audience giggled; most watched, rapt, their own bodies shifting restlessly in anticipation.

“Any volunteers for the lock?” asked Dobermann—and then, before she could even assess the crowd, she thought better of it. “On second thought, I will serve as lock this time. Just pay close attention to Adnachiel and I, alright? I had better not catch any of you slacking off with this! It’s MANDATORY!”

She faced Adnachiel, thumbs hooked in the band of his uniform track pants, and with cool efficiency slid them to his knees. His cock sprang forward like an eager participant, flushed and heavy, the tip already beaded with anticipatory arousal. Some of the audience exhaled audibly. For a moment, the gym was as silent as an altar.

Dobermann spoke over her shoulder: “He’s presenting classic signs of need. Notice how the shaft is angled upward, the musculature tense—typical of a healthy male under stimulation.” She glanced down at the Sankta. “Adnachiel, are you experiencing any pain?”

“No, ma’am,” he choked, voice high and trembling. His Sankta wings trembled again, splayed in involuntary display. Dobermann nodded.

“Good. Communication is key, no pun intended. You don’t want your lock or your key to go silent during the process, or else you risk injury. Everyone following so far?” She didn’t wait for answers; Fang’s stammered “Yes!” was drowned out anyway by the shuffling of own thighs pressing closer together.

Dobermann slid her hand along Adnachiel’s shaft, curling her glove around the root with a clinical precision that bordered on tenderness, yet remained unmistakably pedagogical. She began a slow, even stroke, and Adnachiel’s entire posture went rigid. In the audience, Melantha whispered something in Cardigan’s ear; Cardigan mouthed the words in sync, as if rehearsing them for later use.

“Remember, consistency is more important than speed,” Dobermann intoned, squeezing in time with the beat of her fist. “You’re not trying to polish the deck here. You want pressure, friction, but in a way that feels sustainable to both you and your partner.”

She gave Adnachiel a few sharp, punctuated jerks. His knees buckled, and for an instant he seemed to float somewhere between agony and rapture—his eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, and the Sankta’s usual angelic aura skewed into something more abjectly needy.

Dobermann let him ride the wave for a few seconds. Then she yanked up on his cock just slightly, rotating her grip to display the flushed, trembling head for the crowd. “You see, the pre-ejaculate here? That’s your lubrication. If you’re not seeing this in your practice, you’re going too rough or too dry. Use your spit, use an ointment, whatever gets the job done—just never go in raw unless you want a clinic visit.” She looked at Fang, as if daring the vanguard to disagree.

Fang flushed nearly red, clutching the edge of her tablet so hard the plastic groaned. She was typically so composed during and after a battle—why was she so flustered now?!

Dobermann adjusted her grasp again: thumb running in firm, slow circles around the glans, grinding the sensitive ridge just under the crown. Adnachiel wore the look of a man forcibly tied to a live wire—rigid, sweat starting to bead along his brow, wings pumping in weak spasms that sent errant down drifting to the floor.

“Now, the finisher.” Dobermann’s voice softened. She drew Adnachiel in, her hand moving with greater deliberation as she smirked—perhaps with more confidence than arousal. “You like that, sweetie? You like the way I jerk you off like this? You feel so good and safe in my arms, don’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes!” Adnachiel squeaked, having never heard Dobermann speak like this before. “Yes, please… d-don’t stop…!”

Dobermann then scoffed, turning her attention back to the crowd as she jerked the Sankta’s slick, thick dick. “A little dirty talk will get you a long way. Never forget that. For some keys, it may be all they need to finish. The tender affection helps to speed things along and get the pre-ejaculate flowing. You understand, don’t you? Does anyone have any questions?”

The silence fractured at last, but not with a hand raised. From the tangle of operators huddled near the wall, Steward blurted, “What if your key is, uh, much bigger than you’re used to?”

A few snickers rippled, but Dobermann crushed them with a raised brow. “Good question. Don’t overthink it. If you can’t get your fingers fully around, use both hands. If both hands aren’t enough, focus on the sensitive parts—the glans, the underside, the frenulum. Or get creative; just don’t shirk the task.”

She hefted Adnachiel’s shaft for emphasis, squeezing in a deliberate demonstration. Fang, who had not breathed in several seconds, forced herself to suck air. She felt the pulse in her own throat, and in other places besides.

Dobermann resumed, “All right, observe closely now—the signs of imminent discharge are unmistakable. The balls tighten, the shaft swells, the face goes slack, and—!”

Her hand jerked once more, and Adnachiel came with a whimper that ricocheted off the gym’s cinderblock walls. The thick white ropes of his climax splattered her blue-black glove and peppered the floor mat with reckless abandon. Some of the operators shuddered in visible sympathy; more than a few mirrored the flush blooming across Adnachiel’s face.

“There we go,” Dobermann whispered, smiling, blushing even. “There we go, my sweet boy… mm, you really needed that, did you? Aww, look at you… spurting so good for me. Let it alllll out…”

Adnachiel moaned again. This time, he almost called her mommy. Thankfully, he kept just enough willpower to stop himself from doing something so jeopardizing.

Dobermann let his cock twitch to stillness before she wiped her glove on a regulation towel and helped the panting Sankta straighten up. However, it was Dobermann’s turn to be surprised this time. Adnachiel was still hard.

“Need some more, do you?” she asked him, chuckling. “That’s good. It means we can move onto another phase of relief…”

“A-another phase?” Adnachiel asked, stammering. Dobermann nodded.

“Sometimes,” she announced, ensuring she had the crowd’s attention, “sometimes, as a lock, you may need to come down to meet your key’s problem—face to face. Like so.”

Then Dobermann got down on her knees, and she grabbed Adnachiel’s cock with another firm squeeze, prompting the flustered Sankta to gasp and moan as she gave his tip a lovely kiss.

She kissed again, this time with an open mouth—a bold, wet circle of tongue and lips that glided over the head and inched down, down, down. Her cheeks hollowed, hands steadying Adnachiel’s hips as she took him deeper, until his tip hit the back of her throat. The Sankta shuddered and clutched his instructor’s firm shoulders.

“A-amazing…!” His voice was a cracked whisper, a confession too good to be true.

Dobermann pulled back, savoring the drag of his length over her tongue, then swallowed him again in a relentless, unhurried rhythm. From this angle, she looked almost worshipful, the stern planes of her face softened by the bob of her head and the obscene, slick noises that filled the gym.

“Whoa,” gasped Cardigan, trying and failing to look away.

“Keep watching,” Melantha murmured, voice breathy. “We’re all gonna have to do this…”

Adnachiel’s wings beat helplessly, pushing him into Dobermann’s mouth with a need that bordered on desperation. His cock was slick and shining, a perfect fit against her lips. She hummed around him, the vibration sending him to new heights of agony and bliss, as if the sound alone could milk him dry.

“Should we be taking notes?” asked Ansel, eyes wide.

“Only if you need them,” Fang answered, dazed.

With a sweet and wet pop! Dobermann pulled away, and she stroked Adnachiel’s modest shaft with careful, leisurely strokes. “Adnachiel, are you experiencing any pain?”

She pulled away for an instant, glancing up with a teasing spark in her eyes.

“N-no, Miss Dobermann…!” His words tumbled and stuttered. “No pain, no pain, just—please…!”

“Good.”

Back to work. She swallowed him halfway, her cheeks hollowing with a greedy, wet suction that echoed like distant artillery. Fang gave up pretending to observe. She slid to the floor, biting her lip and staring, eyes wide, thighs pressed tightly together.

“Do you like that? Do you like how it feels?” Dobermann’s voice was silk-wrapped steel, breathless but commanding. “Is it so sensitive? So nice?”

Adnachiel’s reply was unintelligible. He gasped again, higher and thinner, as she drove him into her throat with practiced abandon. The sight was too much: the young sniper, so eager and fragile, and the veteran instructor consuming him with ruthless precision. The operators went silent and still, as if entranced or hypnotized. All except Fang. She whimpered a little, pinching her own nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Adnachiel’s wings beat faster, and his entire body snapped taut. His hands clutched Dobermann’s shoulders, fingers digging deep as if she were his last tether to sanity. He filled her mouth with a helpless cry, a raw, blank note of release, his cock twitching as he spilled himself down her throat.

Dobermann’s cheeks hollowed, her grip firm upon his hips as she coaxed his entire climax out, eagerly consuming every sweet and reckless spurt. Adnachiel shuddered like a marionette on tangled strings, his whole body quaking and luminous with need. His cry echoed, fractured and repeating, as Dobermann refused to let him escape from his own ecstasy.

Fang gasped audibly, her own body tight as a wire. Their eyes met, and the raw pleading in Adnachiel’s expression sent her heart into a staccato rhythm.

She hummed, sending another wave of tension through his frame and pulling more white and wanting from him.

Dobermann swallowed, redoubling her efforts as the climax surged through him. She didn’t stop until he was gasping and weak-kneed, his erection finally spent and wilting.

The gym felt like a sauna. The air was dense with anticipation and relief. The operators watched, rapt, and Fang was very close to joining Adnachiel in his satisfaction.

Until finally, blissfully, Dobermann stopped. And she stood, dusting off her uniform with the same efficiency she’d used on the young Sankta. “That’s, mm, how it’s done! Excellent work, Adnachiel. You were a wonderful key; very pleasant and demonstrative.”

“Th-thank you,” Adnachiel stammered, teetering like he was on the verge of complete collapse. It was, in truth, the best orgasm he’d ever had—and Dobermann made it look so easy; so god-damned effortless. And everyone else watched as he busted on her hand and wrist, and down her throat!

“Now,” Dobermann said, clapping twice, “get to it, all of you!”

As if released from a spell, the operators sprang into motion, pairing with practiced ease and stripping down with hungry urgency. Fang found herself at the center of a delighted scrum, her data slate forgotten as gloved hands pulled her to the mats.

“Remember,” said Dobermann, helping the staggering Adnachiel back to the floor, “this is for your own good! If I see anyone slacking off, I’ll make sure you regret it!”

Her eyes narrowed in mock severity, and the operators redoubled their ardor. Fang looked over and saw that Ansel and Melantha were already kissing and readying themselves for what was to come, and that Steward and Cardigan were already tearing at each other’s clothes.

She wondered, then, just who would serve as the key to her lock.

The blue-haired Kuranta looked around, curious and horny, trying to find a partner for herself. Most everyone was already paired up!

She might have given up hope and struggled beneath Dobermann’s disapproval, had she not felt a gentle tap against her shoulder—as well as a cheerful, familiar hum.

“Heeeere I ammm!”

Fang turned around with a thankful smile, finding none other than her dear friend and confidant, operator Kroos, the Cautus of her squad. “Kroos!”

“Hi, hi!” Kroos giggled as she put her hands on her hips, jutting them out to the side. “You look like you need a partner, Fang! Fortunately for you, so do I!”

“You need a partner for this exercise?” Fang asked, surprised. “But you have a—?”

Kroos giggled again, and she winked as she lifted her skirt, exposing the telltale bulge that tented her panties. “I’ve got a key,” she purred teasingly. “A key for a lock like yours…”

“Then get over here,” Fang said, pulling her in with a tug that surprised them both. “I want to make sure you don’t slack off on purpose. It’s, erm, my job as your squad leader!” Her voice was breathy, trembling with anticipation and relief.

They fell to the mats, a tangle of limbs and giggles. Fang shoved Kroos’ skirt higher, her fingers dragging over the hem of the thick, eager fabric that strained against the Cautus’ panties.

Kroos gasped, lifted her hips to meet Fang’s touch, and flashed a crooked smile. “Whoa, I didn’t know this was gonna be a full-assignment practice.”

“Didn’t you hear Dobermann?” Fang replied, her voice half a tease, half a moan. “I don’t want to risk injury. Or clinic visits.”

She kissed Kroos, hot and insistent, and the Cautus melted into her embrace, nipping and panting. Fang felt her own need growing, a pulse beneath the surface that begged for attention. She squeezed Kroos’ bulge through her panties, watching the other girl go limp and pliant under her grip.

“Ahh,” Kroos gasped, thighs tensing around Fang’s wrist. “You’re actually… actually doing it…”

“You’re so hard,” Fang marveled, drawing back to watch Kroos’ face. “Are you going to be okay? Maybe I should—”

“Oh no you don’t,” Kroos cut in, shaking her head and pushing back. “I’m not letting you stop just because I’m… ohhh… I’m not even close to done, Fang! Don’t go gentle on me, okay?”

Fang bit down on her own embarrassment and squeezed harder, loving the way Kroos’ face blurred in a wash of mischief and naked want. She hooked her thumb under the elastic of the Cautus’ panties, pausing a heartbeat before she eased them down, baring a cock as demure and delicate as the rest of her: plump, flushed a dusky shade of pink, glistening already at the tip.

“See?” Kroos said, voice gone sing-song and shaky. “Told youuu I had a key… and it’s aaall yours!”

She stuck out her tongue, crossing her eyes for effect. Fang laughed, the tension in her chest lifting away as she wrapped her palm around Kroos’ cute cock and stroked, marveling at the smooth heat and the almost silken cling of skin.

Kroos gasped, clutched at Fang’s arm, and pushed up into her grip. “You’re really good at this! Are you sure you haven’t been practicing with other keys, huh?”

Fang rolled her eyes, then closed them and inhaled the scent of sweat and desire that drifted from the Cautus’ body. “I told you, I’m your squad leader. I should be taking care of you like this whenever we have a moment to ourselves… it’s for the best, right?”

Kroos laughed, a sound that trilled through the gym even as she trembled and leaked in Fang’s fingers. “It’s totally normal stress relief! Sh-sheesh, though, your hand f-feels amazing… c-can I get your mouth, too?”

“If only you were always this compliant,” Fang mumbled, blushing with embarrassment as she licked her lips to wetten them first.

She ducked lower, looking up at Kroos through her fluttering blue bangs, and the eager, desperate look on Kroos’ face nearly bowled her over. The Cautus’ cock twitched in anticipation, beaded at the tip with a needy drop that Fang caught with her tongue, savoring the sharp, saline taste. She teased the slit with a long, slow lick, dragging it up the smooth underside before wrapping her lips around the head and pulling it into her mouth.

Kroos gasped, the sound rising out of her like a bubble, and her ears canted straight back, the first time Fang had ever seen her lose control of her own lazy posture.

“Mmmf,” Fang hummed, taking her deeper, swirling her tongue around the shaft. She could feel every pulse of heat, every throb of want, and she loved the way Kroos’ thighs trembled on either side of her face, the Cautus nearly doubling over as she lost herself in sensation. Fang kept a firm grip at the base, steadying her so she could focus on the delicate, precise motions that Dobermann had so expertly demonstrated only minutes ago.

Kroos pawed at Fang’s hair with frantic, shaking fingers, her voice reduced to a helpless, rhythmic pant. “You’re… you’re so good… so good, Fang, holy shit, ohhh—”

Fang blushed at the praise, but she didn’t slow down. If anything, she quickened her tempo, tracing with her tongue along the spot where Kroos’ cock was the most sensitive. She thought about what Dobermann had just told them. Pay attention to the frenulum! The glans! Don’t shirk your responsibility!

The gym was filled with the sounds of pleasured moans, grunts, and whimpers from the surrounding young operators, all of them tangled in some way, shape, or form with another. Fang put them out of her mind, of course, instead focusing on throating Kroos’ cock with vim and vigor, feeling the futa rabbit’s chubby dick throb against her hot, wet tongue.

Kroos’ hands knotted in Fang’s hair, tugging with a desperation Fang had never seen from her before. The taste was intoxicating: not just the sharp tingle on her tongue, but the melting, trembling vulnerability that Kroos exposed.

Training together, Fang had always thought of Kroos as the squad’s mascot—irrepressible, a little lazy, impossible to stress out or pin down. She’d underestimated, as always, the furnace of need that burned just beneath that leporine smirk.

“M-more—nnh—more, Fang, c’mon—” Kroos’ voice was a raspy hiss, her hips twitching as Fang’s mouth bobbed, slow and steady, taking more of the throbbing cock each time. Kroos’ entire body shuddered, and Fang couldn’t help but find it tantalizing and cute.

Fang set her pace with careful rhythm, every swallow and squeeze deliberate, a nuzzle against the root, then an upward flick of tongue at the tip. Kroos was openly whimpering, her knees trying to clamp shut around Fang’s head, only to be gently pried apart by Fang’s own determined hands.

“You’re—haah—gonna make me—oh, fuck!” Kroos’ blunt honesty made Fang want to laugh and preen at the same time, but there wasn’t time; she felt Kroos’ cock tense, the hot pulse before the storm, and she redoubled her efforts, remembering Dobermann’s cold clarity: never let the key go unrelieved.

Kroos’ climax hit like a spark across dry grass. Her hands flew to her mouth, muffling a desperate, high-pitched moan as she came, her pink cock twitching and spurting with wild abandon into Fang’s greedy mouth. The taste was sharp, tangy, bracing—like the pop of citrus on Fang’s tongue, but slicker, more intimate. Kroos’ hips bucked, and Fang pressed her hands to the other girl’s narrow waist, steadying her as the waves rolled through.

Fang swallowed, cheeks burning, unsure if it was the heat of the moment or her own pride that colored her so. She slowed, letting the pulses subside, gentle and slow, until Kroos collapsed against the mat with a dreamy, satisfied sigh.

“Holy shit,” muttered Kroos, face blissed-out, ears slouched in drunken surrender. “You’re, like… a genius at that, Fang.” She giggled, sounding half-crazy and more than a little in love. “I think you just saved my life.”

Fang—exhilarated, embarrassed, a little lightheaded from the heady rush—licked her lips. She let the taste of Kroos linger, a briny reminder of the brilliant, sassy Cautus who had always been at her side and, now, inside her mouth.

She looked down. There was still a tremor of hardness left. Another subtle lesson sank in: keys can rebound quickly, especially ones who want to impress their locks.

“All better?” Fang asked, soft, her hand gently tracing Kroos’ thigh.

Kroos nodded, eyes fluttering. “Yeah. Soooo much better, tee-hee!”

“Wanna go again, you silly rabbit?”

“Yes, yes!!”

Fang’s heart melted. She prepared to help Kroos coast into a lovely second round, but there was some commotion coming from the stage that got her attention.

Some of the operators were clamoring to join the stage’s new entrant. It was operator Blaze, who everyone was familiar with by now—for better or for worse!

The smug-looking Feline stood tall and proud in the center of the stage, almost as if she were preparing to fight someone. According to her and Dobermann, however, it was time to demonstrate how one particularly adept lock could handle two, or even three keys at once.

Three operators were chosen from the crowd at random; three anxious-looking young men who still didn’t have partners of their own. If they only knew they were about to be thrown into the jaws of a hungry panther (or perhaps cougar) like Blaze, who had already stripped off her clothes like she couldn’t wait to put these young men in their place.

“Don’t just stand there,” Blaze said, smirking. “Are you scared of a little pussy?”

The three operators—Ethan, Greyy, and Minimalist, Fang noted—spread themselves out like they were looking to flank Blaze, not fuck her. However, Blaze was a force of nature unlike anything else that Fang had ever seen. She had all three guys stripped down to nothing with only a flourish, as if she’d burned their clothes away.

Dobermann rolled her eyes before guiding all the young men forward. “Yes,” she said, “well, it’s as Blaze said. Some elite operators can handle over two keys at a time. It’s not something that I recommend to anyone who doesn’t already know what they’re doing. A lot of you recruits should keep to your paired lock or key. Don’t let them out of your sight, and we should have a much more coordinated force that no one would dare to stand against!”

Dobermann was practically militaristic with all of it. Meanwhile, Blaze was content to fall to her hands and knees, wiggling her perky ass for the trio to come and “flank” her.

The boys shuffled forward, their movements awkward and eager, as if unsure whether they were about to find victory or meet their doom. Blaze flashed her teeth, white and dangerous, and Fang watched her take all three with shocking efficiency: one hand on Ethan’s shaft, another hand angling Greyy toward her mouth, and Minimalist already lining up behind her.

“Mmf,” she grunted, grinding her hips back and capturing Minimalist’s length with a gasp of pleasure. “Is that all you’ve got?”

The three young men almost tripped over themselves, trying to prove otherwise. Greyy gave up his hesitance and speared his cock past Blaze’s lips, groaning as he watched her cheeks hollow, the Feline’s eyes sharp and hungry even as her mouth stretched around him. Ethan thrust into her hand, his own grip desperate as he tried to keep up with Blaze’s relentless pace. Minimalist—poor, shy, thin Minimalist—grabbed her hips and drove into Blaze’s heat, his expression somewhere between startled and ecstatic as Blaze’s tail lashed around him like a noose.

Fang’s eyes went wide. She felt her own pulse quicken, the display on stage as arresting as a one-woman assault on an entire battlefield.

“Blaze will tire them out,” Kroos murmured, panting at Fang’s side. Her voice was dreamy, tinged with disbelief. “She’s not gonna let them get away till she’s… oh, wow… she’s really…!”

Fang blinked, trying to focus. Kroos was right: Blaze, despite being outnumbered three-to-one, showed no sign of flagging. If anything, she relished the disadvantage. With a snarl of amusement, Blaze sucked Greyy so deep his knees buckled; her tongue twisted and milked him with a raw, animal joy, while her free hand pumped Ethan in perfect counterpoint.

Minimalist, at the back, was already sweating, his face a study in disbelief. He didn’t so much dominate Blaze as cling to her hips, rutting desperately against the tight, velvety clutch of her body. Blaze met every thrust with a challenge, rolling her hips and flexing around him, grinding back with enough force to nearly knock the wind from his chest.

“C’mon,” she taunted, voice muffled by Greyy’s cock, “don’t be shy—put your back into it!”

The three operators, emboldened, surged in time; Greyy’s cock vanished between Blaze’s lips in rhythmic plunges, and Ethan, emboldened, circled around to take her mouth when Greyy faltered, offering his own needy shaft. Blaze obliged, swapping from one anxious key to the next as if she were refueling them for war. There was nothing delicate about it; each motion was obscene and perfectly efficient, as if the whole thing was just another hardcore training exercise.

It was a spectacle, the kind that forced the rest of the gym to a hush. Even operators tangled up in their own pairings slowed, peeking over shoulders to watch how Blaze handled three keys at once.

Fang, biting her lip, stroked Kroos’ cock a little harder, letting the rhythm track the brutal, beautiful mayhem on the stage. Kroos whimpered encouragement, her leg pressed against Fang’s thigh, the intimacy of their own small struggle thrown into relief against the wild tableau beyond.

Blaze’s performance was not simply frantic. There was a method—a choreography, even—to the way her body moved and suffered and conquered. She guided Minimalist’s hands into place at her waist with a backward flick, arched to swallow more of Greyy than any normal throat could possibly allow, and when Ethan flagged, she caught his cock between her palms and milked him back to trembling need, all without surrendering the tempo she imposed on the entire affair. Blaze’s hair clung to her sweating shoulders, her heavy breasts swinging in time, each thrust and buck like a crack of the whip she wielded over her own exhaustion.

And yet, even as she verged on feral, Blaze never lost that glint of soldierly command. “Don’t get sentimental, boys,” she rasped, and then, with her mouth otherwise occupied, she simply laughed—a hot, savage purr that rippled outward and infected the entire gym.

Ethan was the first to break. He groaned in warning, lost in the slick pressure of Blaze’s fists, and when he erupted, he caught her across the lips and cheek in long, silvery ropes. Blaze grinned, catching the excess with her tongue, but didn’t slow—she pulled Greyy’s cock back into her mouth and suckled him, swallowing greedily. It was almost like she needed to devour every streak of evidence, every final pulse of surrender.

Greyy barely lasted another breath. The poor Caster’s entire frame spasmed, and he grabbed Blaze’s head, pushing her deeper onto his cock as if to disappear inside her. She swallowed him to the root, her throat bulging with the effort, and when Greyy’s orgasm struck, she rode it out unblinking—letting him fill her mouth, overflow the corners of her lips, milking him even as he sobbed for mercy. She didn’t release him until she’d wrung every drop, then forced him, trembling, to withdraw, leaving a shining, trembling mess trailing from chin to cleavage.

Minimalist, at the rear, thrust all the harder for watching his comrades undone. Blaze snapped her hips back into his, grinding their bodies together until the slap of flesh echoed like applause up into the overhead beams. “Go on,” she purred, twisting to look over her shoulder with lazy challenge. “Finish what you started.”

Minimalist did, pounding her in staccato, desperate thrusts, his palms white-knuckled on her hips. His climax came with a strangled cry; Blaze’s head dropped, hair falling over her face as she accepted every tremor of his release inside her hot, wet, welcoming pussy, then squeezed around him with a slow, predatory control that left Minimalist boneless, wilting in her grasp.

When it was done—even then    — Blaze didn’t radiate exhaustion. She looked… recharged, almost. Sated only in the way that leaves one hungry for more. She lapped the streaks from Ethan and Greyy off her cheeks, sucked the last globes of cum from their spent cocks, and stretched her lithe body with a mocking cat’s yawn. She let Minimalist’s fading cock slip from her, the Feline’s tail coiling with idle delight.

Dobermann glared at her, but even she couldn’t muster a rebuke. Blaze simply gave a languid wink, fangs flashing ivory as she flicked her tongue over her lips.

The gym’s atmosphere snapped back into focus, as if everyone had been jolted awake at once. On the mats, pairs and trios redoubled their efforts, the sounds of soft and not-so-soft moaning rolling down the aisles in thick, humid waves. Fang tried to keep her own voice down, but the memory of Kroos’ taste lingered on her tongue, and the Cautus’ renewed hardness pressed insistent against her jaw.

“As a reminder, only elite operators are best at handling three or more keys when out in the field,” Dobermann said, rolling her eyes. “But thank you, Blaze, for that… riveting performance.” She eyed the three young men with some measure of sympathy, if anything else.

Blaze stuck around for a while longer yet, content to give all the girls (or locks) lovely words of encouragement; of assurance that maybe they too could be as adept as she was. Cardigan and Melantha were especially keen on taking notes about this, much to Steward and Ansel’s rising interest.

“Do you have any more advice for these young locks?” Dobermann asked Blaze.

Blaze cocked her head, a beaded droplet tracking down her chin to the hollow of her collarbone. She considered the question with a slow, predatory blink. “Don’t fight the flow,” she purred, stretching her arms overhead with a luxurious shrug. “If you try to think your way through, you’ll seize up and get cramps. Mind and body—same rhythm, same war. Stick to your strengths. And if you get outnumbered, improvise.” She grinned darkly. “Also, if you can take them by surprise, all the better.”

Dobermann nodded, as if these were hard-won tactical tips worth committing to official doctrine. “Very well. Now everybody, rotate with your partners—unless you’re still mid-circuit, in which case, don’t let me interrupt.”

A chorus of half-choked giggles and stifled moans rattled through the gym as partners reluctantly disengaged and matched up with fresh faces, swapping places like a hungry deck of cards. On the mats, Fang and Kroos separated with a sticky, sheepish smile. Kroos tugged her skirt back into place, still pink-eared and unsteady, while Fang dabbed at her lip with the back of her hand, feeling almost dazed from the afterglow. They would, however, pair up again in due time.

Blaze didn’t even bother redressing as she sauntered gleefully from the Rhodes Island gym, content to wander the halls and corridors as she dripped and leaked her aforementioned promise.

To her, it was a perfectly happy, perfectly normal day at Rhodes Island.