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Sexual Rehabilitation #2

So he fucked Carlotta.

How!? WHY!?

Okay, the 'how' was simple. Technically, Carlotta fucked him. The 'why' too was simple. Carlotta was just horny. That's it. Still, of all the ways he imagined he'd lose his virginity, having sex with his nurse was not high on that list.

Franklin did receive that bubble bath... although, it was pretty difficult to focus on that after having sex with Carlotta. Her hands were so incredibly gentle and sweet to his body, cleaning off all that sweat and cum. But, still, they just had sex, so his mind was a bit distant.

The trembles of pleasure still flowed through his body.

The glittering lights of Document City peered through Franklin's windows as he laid on his bed. Gently, his hand stroked up and down his chest, running along the thin hospital clothing he wore. Down between his legs, his manhood would tingle with desire while he felt the phantom sensations of Carlotta's actions. The sucking of her mouth, the twerking of her ass, the feeling of her pussy; it all replayed in his mind endlessly.

Oh... so much pleasure...

Being a high schooler, he was used to hearing his classmates rant and rave about having sex. Usually, he filed it all under being lies; just a bunch of randy basketball boys telling tall tales about the things they haven't done. But now he's experienced sex, and not just some bland fumbling with another classmate. No, no, no. The sex he had with Carlotta was fucking life-changing!

And now he had to go on the rest of his life without it. Ugh... that must be a punishment in itself.

Laying in his medical bed, Franklin's gaze was locked on his phone, ignoring the television screen in front of him. Why bother? It was just boring cartoons anyway. He was more focused on watching videos online instead. But no matter what he watched, he was left feeling... wanting. Images of Carlotta and her sculpted, naked body flooded his mind, mixing with the sounds of pleasure that left their lips. It all danced in his head and ears, triggering groans and moans from him.

He'd then flinch and look around. Fuck, he was so embarrassed.

But nothing could stop it from rising more and more. As his thumbs streaked along the screen of his phone, he felt heat start to flow through his body. Soon, he was stopping the video he was watching, and instead looking for a porn site. His breathing quickened, shifting into light panting as he went searching for something in particular; a specific body type.

Something a bit short. Something a bit thicc. Something rather strong. Something with fur covering their body. Something like--

Eeeeearrk!

“Mr. Buchanan?"

“Gah!?"

Franklin flinched and jolted upright, his phone falling down to the floor. Looking towards it, he reached over the edge of his bed to grab it, only for the sound of heels clicking against the floor to start echoing out. Said black heels walked up to his phone... before reaching down.

It was Dr. Atsuko, who grabbed his phone from off the floor. Franklin's eyes traced up her body towards her hand, watching as the sharkess held his phone, her gaze one of curiosity. As his cheeks turned red with embarrassment and fear, Atsuko's head tilted left and right... before shifting her gaze back over.

“I-I can explain!" Franklin shouted out defensively, to which Atsuko shrugged her shoulders.

“Explain what?" asked the sharkess with a raised eyebrow, “Is it the porn on your screen?"

“Y-yeah... um... th-that..." he muttered back, shrinking further in embarrassment.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of, Mr. Buchanan," said Atsuko as she returned his phone to him, “You are a growing young man. Things like this are expected."

She remained so composed and professional, yet Franklin could only blush further from embarrassment. Sure, she wasn't making a big deal out of it, but she still discovered him watching porn! This was like earlier when Carlotta found him with his cock out!

Just thinking about it made his chest race. When the mouse found him, that entered into a round of steamy sex. It was impossible not to reminisce about such a thing, and not have his eyes wonder.

Atsuko was a stunning woman. Compared to Carlotta, the sharkess was tall and voluptuous, with a more amazonian build. Her onyx scales were majestic and shined in the light of the hospital room, while her scarlet hair shimmered with a vibrant hue that was matched only by rubies. The unbuttoned blouse she wore drew attention to her busty bosom, and the pencil skirt on her legs flaunted her log and luscious legs.

For a young man who just had his first sexual encounter with a strong and fit mouse, Atsuko was like a fine wine compared to Carlotta's thick shake. It was due to how tall and slim she was, but with such curvy shoulders and shapely hips. Couple that with her mature body, and the sharkess easily exuded an air of authority and grace compared to the mouse's rambunctious and tomboy energy.

This did not make it good for Franklin, who was trying so hard not to get erections at every moment around them.

“D-Dr. Summers," he muttered as he swallowed his spit, “You've come to visit me...? Why is that? Has something come up?"

“Hm..."

To his further confusion, Atsuko raised her fingers to her chin in a thoughtful manner. From side to side and up to down, she traced her eyes along Franklin's body. He further felt stuck in place as the sharkess walked forward, placing her hands on her hips while her gaze grew tenser.

“Doctor... Summers...?"

“Tomorrow," said Atsuko, “We will be attempting a new, experimental exercise in your regimen. I came early to run it by you."

“I... see..." Franklin muttered, “May I ask what exactly this exercise may be?"

“Of course. We will be going to the indoor pool," she answered, causing his eyes to swell, “I've noticed you struggle to keep balance on your legs. All this time off of your feet has caused your leg muscles to atrophy slightly. If we get you in a pool of water, it will help alleviate the stress of supporting your body on your legs."

Her words were sound medically, but that's not what Franklin was focusing on. A pool means water, water means swimsuits, and swimsuits means scantily clad bodies.

Just imagining it caused a heat to rush through his body. He'd already seen Carlotta's body nude, with all the water streaking down her toned curves and white fur. But even with that in mind, he felt the erotic rush of merely imagining her body with some sort of swimsuit on.

However, that's just Carlotta. There would be someone else with them, someone who was standing tall next to him right now. Not only would he see the gym rat wearing a swimsuit of some sort, but he'd also see Atsuko wearing something so... light. This strong, amazonian body, wearing close to nothing.

Yes, she was wearing light gym clothes earlier, but they paled in comparison to what he was imagining.

“Mr. Buchanan...?" Atsuko whispered, an eyebrow raised as she bent over slightly, “Is everything okay?"

“Ummmm!!!"

With how she was bent over, not only was her face hovering a few inches away from his, but her cleavage was practically bursting at the seams! Franklin's eyes were locked in on her bosom, watching it rise with her breathing. All the while, her intense yellow eyes were locked in on him like a hawk.

“Y-yes! Yes!" Franklin said, his eyes snapping up to Atsuko's face, “I'm fine! E-everything's okay! Ahem..." he then looked to the side, trying to regain his composure, “I... I uh... I... I look forward to the workout."

“Hm."

Atsuko didn't say a word, instead reaching over to place the palm of her hand on Franklin's head. The gentle touch caused him to tense up... and then melt. She was an incredibly powerful woman, he could tell from eyesight alone. But there was a kindness to her touch as befitting a doctor. The way her palm gently stroked along his head was soothing, causing Franklin to relax more and more against his bed.

“If you feel uncomfortable through the night, don't be afraid to contact one of us," said Atsuko as she pulled her hand back, “You know of the panic button, right?"

“Yeah... I do..." he mumbled back.

“Good. Now then..." a kind smile spread on Atsuko's face and she pulled back, “I will see you in the morning. Sleep well... Frankie..."

Franklin shuddered and looked up. Hearing 'Frankie' leave the stoic and professional lips of the sharkess above him, felt like pure, sweet sugar was being poured into his ears. He opened his mouth to say something... but instead smiled in this hapless manner as Atsuko pulled away. Turning around, the sharkess exited his hospital room, leaving him alone.

“Ah..."

Franklin laid back, his hand resting on his forehead. Before, it was difficult to the point of impossible to not find the likes of Carlotta and Atsuko attractive when they were working out. Now, after having had sex with the gym rat, his mind was dominated with thoughts of their nude bodies. But – somehow – it felt so much worse with the shark.

It's one thing to shamelessly ogle Carlotta; they had sex. But to do the same with Atsuko? That just felt wrong. She was a professional and powerful woman, one who demanded the utmost respect. He couldn't just leer at her tits like some lecherous old man!

Tch... tell that to his mind though. Even closing his eyes briefly was enough to assault his brain with images of their curvy bodies. Ugh...

Things weren't going to get any better tomorrow though, of that he was sure. Just the thought of them in bathing suits was enough to activate his neurons, sending shudders of desire racing through his form. And when the water of the pool came to play... oh... they'd be positively glistening!

And when they started glistening, his cock would be getting hard.

Shit! He'd be in swimming trunks, right? Swimming trunks are baggy, yes... but he doubted they'd do much to hide the growing affection he'd have for them. And what if they grab upon him to help like they did before in the gym? If their strong, wet bodies press up against him, he'd have nowhere to run!

“Nggh...!"

Looking down between his legs, Franklin bit into his bottom lip as he could see his hard on press against the bottom of his blankets. It was so damn thick and so damn long. Why was it so damn thick and so damn long!? He blamed it on Carlotta. Sex must have done something to him to make it this way. Guh!

Well... fine then...! When the time came, he'd just willpower through it as best he could. Ignore it if need be! Hopefully they won't notice.

Atsuko? Maybe. Carlotta? Not so much...

Well, that was for tomorrow. For today – tonight – he'd just lay his head down and go to sleep.

Ugh...

…

Thud!

The door closed shut behind her...

“Fffuuuuuh..."

And Atsuko took a deep breath.

For several moments, the sharkess held her breath and leaned her body up against the wall behind her. A tension was building up within her, one that refused to leave no matter how long she kept her breath in. Even when she exhaled with a loud--

“Haaaaaah..."

That strange pulsing in her chest did not go away.

Atsuko looked over, gazing at the door to Franklin's room. She wasn't blind, nor was she an idiot, for she could tell that his recent coupling with Carlotta had triggered a change within him. His eyes already were surprisingly lecherous for a young man his age, but now they had become overt. Along her chest, her toned stomach, her hips and legs, everything; she felt his gaze dance.

“Fffuuuuuuh..."

Atsuko was a woman who was used to the lewd leers of those around her. Being such a stunning and powerful sharkess such as herself, these gazes were a given. But it was different when Franklin was doing it.

Atsuko was no young woman. She was older than Carlotta, and much older than Franklin. So to be longed in such a way, was... exciting. A young man desired her, and such a respectful young man at that. A human nonetheless. When's the last time that's happened?

Huh...

Several times Atsuko looked at the door, pondering to herself if what she was thinking was smart. The answer was always the same. No, of course not, absolutely not. What she was thinking was stupid and dangerous enough to bring her entire medical career to an end, as well as mar her life in controversy! But she didn't get to where she was by playing by the rules 100% of the time. Sometimes... sometimes...

Sometimes you have to be a little dangerous. And there's no creature more dangerous than a shark.

…

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Frankie~!" a familiar voice came ringing through the door, “Are you awake this fine morning?"

“Huh?"

The next day, the sun glowed through Franklin's window. Having already awoken for the day and even washed in the bathroom, he sat idly by on his medical bed awaiting the arrival of his doctors. At the sound of the knocks to his door, he jolted upright, and when he heard Carlotta's voice echo into his ears, he swallowed hard. Shortly after, the door to his room opened, revealing the mouse in question.

“Snehehehehe! Good morning, Frankie!" said Carlotta as she walked inside, this wide grin on her face.

“Oh... Carlotta..." he mumbled, “Have you come to get me?"

“'Oh Carlotta'?" she repeated whilst walking up to him, “Don't take that tone with me, Frankie! You almost sound disappointed. Like you're expecting something!"

“I...!"

“Snehehehehe!"

Carlotta's laughter caused a blush to form on his cheeks, which he followed by palming the side of his head. Maybe a part of him was expecting something... but could you blame him? Just the previous night the mouse's mouth was wrapped around his member; of course he'd expect something lewd following that! Maybe that was just his youthfulness at play; he didn't know any better. What? He thought she'd just jump him in the bed immediately?

Hm...

Carlotta's laugh eventually left as she reached to the side in order to pull over Franklin's wheelchair. While he could stand well on his own for short periods of time, he couldn't really walk for long. Still, instead of requesting his nurse to push the wheelchair closer to him so that he could easily move to it from his bed, Franklin instead stood up on his own.

With stumbling step after stumbling step, he staggered over towards his wheelchair. The tension in his legs was intense, but he refused to fall back or ask for help. He wanted to – he needed to – get back onto the basketball court, and that would start here.

Step...

After step...

After step...

“Guh!"

Collapsing forward, Franklin fell into his wheelchair, wearing a perplexed and embarrassed face. He knew it would be difficult, but he didn't know it would be that difficult! But... it wasn't too hard either. While the distance wasn't the greatest, he still walked without aid from someone else, or needing to use random objects to keep himself balanced. After a few moments of embarrassment, he smiled in pride.

“Heehee~ Good job, Frankie~"

Franklin turned, facing Carlotta whose face hovered near his. A coy and sensual smirk was on her lips, and she batted her eyelashes at him. Seeing it caused his breathing to quicken, and his lips to curl into a hapless smile. Yes, it was embarrassing... but it was also kind of reassuring in some small way.

He was stronger now. Stronger than he had been in quite some time.

“'Kay!" Carlotta suddenly said as she pulled her hands back, “Let's get you to the pool area!"

“Right!"

Walking around to the back of his wheelchair, the gym rat grabbed its handles and began pushing him forward. The two exited into the halls, with Franklin again marveling at how empty and devoid of life it all was. Carlotta didn't seem to mind, as she was busy humming a slight tune to herself while her hips swayed from side to side.

“So. Much. Fun," she whispered as they approached the hospital's indoor pool, “We had this entire wing of the hospital shutdown for, like, a year, and yet – after all of those renovations – this place is as empty as my parent's marriage. Snehehe! Just thinking about it drives Dr. Rhodes up a wall."

“W-wait... the hospital being empty or your parents' marriage being empty...?" Franklin asked.

Carlotta laughed at his joke, nearly doubled over too. It all came to a stop when they came to the door, sliding them open to reveal a massive chamber on the other side. It was sterile and white, lacking the earthy colors that the rest of the physical therapy wing had. Along the walls were various medical machines to help monitor the patients. And in the middle of it all – the main attraction of the chamber – were two pools lined next to one another. One was small and heated; a bubble bath of sorts. The other was a much larger pool that was more typical, with a rectangular shape that nearly stretched from one end of the room to the other.

Franklin's eyes grew wide, marveling at the room as Carlotta pushed him inside. His school had a pool much larger than this as it was meant for sporting events, but that didn't make this body of water feel any less daunting. With how difficult it was to stand on his own, was standing in water going to make it any easier?

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!

Franklin didn't think about it for too long before the sound of footsteps began echoing into his ears. Immediately, he felt his cheeks turn red, for he already knew who this was. Keeping his gaze locked forward, he refused to look anywhere else for a few moments, even as Carlotta's taunting chuckles began echoing into his ears. She knew what he was feeling!

But Franklin couldn't ignore her forever. Sooner or later, he'd have to acknowledge the shark in question. All throughout the night he tried to build up his mental defense to hopefully ignore her and his body's feelings, but he knew that would not work. So he took a deep breath and turned.

“Good morning, Mr. Buchanan."

“Good morning, Dr. Summers."

Walking up to stand before him was Atsuko. On her shoulders was the lab coat she always wore... but everything beneath it was different. Much different. Instead of wearing that formal blouse and pencil skirt, she was wearing – as Franklin feared – a bathing suit. Specifically, a highleg one-piece bathing suit, one that was red in color. It stood in stark contrast against the onyx scales of her body, shining with a vibrancy that was matched only by the scarlet hue of her hair.

Quite the shapely and form-fitting bathing suit as well. It exposed the curvaceousness of her wide hips, with splits in the sides to further expose her body beneath! At the top, the bodice of the bathing suit was open, flaunting the cleavage of her chest. And unlike before with her blouse, Atsuko's form-fitting swimsuit was glued to her body almost like a second layer of skin. So every detail, every contour, every line of her perfectly sculpted body, was visible to be ogled by his young eyes.

Franklin's cheeks were redder now than they had ever been before, and he pulled back to slowly look Atsuko in the eyes. She stared back at him with this indifferent gaze befitting her no-nonsense demeanor. Carlotta meanwhile was chuckling from behind.

“Is something funny, Miss Valentine?" asked Atsuko as she looked up at the gym rat.

“Who? Me? Snehehehe! No! I'm just... uh... thinking of a funny joke I heard! Snehehehe!" she answered, to which the shark rolled her eyes.

“I'm afraid comedy time is over, Carlotta," Atsuko groaned, “Please, take Mr. Buchanan to the changing room so that he may switch over to the provided swimming trunks. Be sure to aid him if need be."

“Aid me...?" he mumbled back, “Oh, I don't ne-- mmfff!?"

“Snehehehehe! Right away!" said Atsuko as she placed her hand over Franklin's mouth, cutting him short, “We'll be right back in a jiffy!"

No good! Carlotta may be a mouse, but damn was she strong! Once her hand got over his mouth, he couldn't speak a word! There was nothing he could do but relent, and just allow whatever she had planned to happen.

He had an idea of what was going to happen anyway...

At the corner back of the pool room, there was a door leading to the changing rooms. Typically, there was a men's room and a women's room. But since this was a hospital, there was a medical unisex room as well meant to aid patients who couldn't dress themselves. And – unfortunately – that's exactly where Franklin was going into.

Carlotta knew what she was doing...

The changing room itself was typical of these types of rooms, with various lockers on the sides and benches in the middle. It was less totalitarian compared to the changing room at his school, and far softer thanks to its pastel-white and cushioned benches. Resting on said bench was a pair of tight, black swimming trunks that had been provided beforehand by Atsuko.

When they entered the room, Carlotta made sure to close the door behind them with the use of her tail. It was followed by the solid sound of a lock 'Clicking!' into place. Franklin swallowed his spit, while the mouse behind him giggled.

“Snehehehe!"

“C-Carlotta," Franklin muttered, “Dr. Summers... she'll be waiting for us."

“Eh! She can wait a little while longer," was the mouse's response as she waltzed around to the front of him, “It's just you and me, Frankie! So let's make this real fun, and real quick!"

Was Carlotta a nymphomaniac? Is that why she was so... feisty? If not, then why was she sexually interested in him? Was she just bored or something?

As he pondered these thoughts, the mouse's giggles grew louder and louder. Positioning herself before Franklin, she reached down and placed her hands upon his hips, gently stroking him. He jolted upright as his thoughts left him, and gazed forward into Carlotta's wonderful blue eyes and cheeky face.

Around and around, those impish fingers of hers stroked his thighs, working Franklin's legs open. He bit into his bottom lip, feeling slightly crossed, only to let loose a soft groan. Carlotta was brash and blunt like a bat, but damn did she have such talented hands! Working up towards the thin pants he wore, she hooked her fingers into the hem of them, and slowly pulled them down. Inch by inch, until--

Fwip!

“Snehehehehe!"

Fuck did he have such a big dick. So thick and long, with those proud veins and that spongy, red head. Seeing it stand tall before her, caused Carlotta's already wide grin to grow that much wider. Even her tail began swaying side to side like some saucy snake!

Franklin felt mortified... but only for a moment. She already experienced everything his cock had to offer before; why feel embarrassed now?

Gently, Carlotta placed the side of her hand upon his cock, where she began stroking her fingers and palm up and down it. Shivers were sent racing through Franklin's body, followed by a warm sigh as he started melting into his chair. Once, twice, thrice, his burly dick throbbed before the gym rat, who giggled... and then pursed her lips.

Chu~!

Planting a gentle kiss on Franklin's dick, Carlotta caused him to groan with desire. His cock too throbbed in her touch, drawing giggles from the mouse's lips as she looked up at him. Again she pursed her lips, and again she kissed his dick, peppering it with an assault of smooches that traveled up and down his length. The glands up top, to the balls at the bottom, she made sure not one area of his length was spared from her touches.

“Snehehehe! So big, Frankie~" she moaned before wrapping her hands around his dick, “You're gonna bag a lotta size queens with this thing!"

“Size... queens...?" he repeated as his head tilted to the side, “What's that...?"

“Snehehehehehe! Never mind~! Chlup!"

“Oh!"

Having pulled up her head, Carlotta opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Franklin's throbbing cock. He groaned as the warmth and moistness of her maw captured his member, with his cock resting upon her tongue. The mouse was a very talented woman, as her tongue wrapped around his cock as best she could, while her head bobbed up and down upon his member. Muffled 'Mms~' and 'Nmms~' left Carlotta as she sucked on his member, while Franklin let loose groans of pleasure.

The erotic yet passionate sounds filled the air around the young man, who leaned back in his wheelchair and let out another groan. Carlotta was pushing deeper down around his member, taking in just a little over half. Bringing over a hand, she wrapped her fingers around his member to hold it steady in place, while her head continued bobbing up and down.

It was all so slow, so methodical. Maybe if Franklin was a more experienced lover, he could withstand her oral onslaught. Instead, he felt his balls begin to surge, and his dick quake. Carlotta felt it too, causing her blue eyes to widen and look up at him. So...

Sllllurrrrrp...! Pop!

“Guh!"

“Snehehehehe~!"

She suddenly pulled back, leaving Franklin's dick shining with spit. Nearly falling over, he curled up slightly on his wheelchair as he looked down upon dick, and the grinning, chuckling gym rat who hovered above it.

“C-Carlotta...?" he whispered, while the mouse rose up.

“I gotta get undressed too, don't I?" she answered, “And since we're about to get to work on your physical therapy, I think it's best if we start your sexual rehabilitation a little early! Sneheheheheh! Soooooooo~~~"

The pink nurse uniform Carlotta wore had gilded buttons which ran down the center of it. With a grin on her lips, the gym rat undid them; one, by one, by one! Even though Franklin had seen her naked body just the previous night, watching Carlotta undress was still enough to make him tense up and his cheeks turn red.

Fwfwfwfwfw...

The nurse uniform opened up, revealing the gym rat's athletic and voluptuous form beneath. Those wide hips, that toned midriff, and of course, her busty, bra-clad breasts; all were exposed to him with only her shirt on to frame her body beneath. But of course, Carlotta did not stop there. Saucily swaying her hips left and right, she thumbed at the zipper of her skirt, eventually pulling it up to reveal her legs beneath, and the pink pair of panties she wore.

“Snehehehehe!"

Carlotta's giggles continued filling the air as she undressed for Franklin's viewing pleasure. Even though she wasn't touching him directly, his cock was throbbing with the ferocious need to unleash his seed. And as the mouse came closer and closer, his roaring erection nearly came on the spot!

“C'mon, Frankie~!" said Carlotta, “Girls aren't gonna like it if you sit there, stiff as a board!" she then paused and took a thoughtful pose, “Well, some girls like that...." she then looked back, “But I ain't one of those girls! Snehehehehe! C'mon! Be more confident!"

“Well...! Th-that's easy for you to say!" he said as she loomed atop him, “Y-you've been doing this much longer than I have! I'm just... uh..." he gazed to the side, “I'm just a bit worried I'm gonna mess things up, I guess..." Clutch, “Huh?"

Placing her hand on Franklin's chin, Carlotta tipped his head up until he was looking her in her eyes. The grin she wore on her lips was bright enough to illuminate a dark room, and easily dominated his gaze.

“Listen up, Franklin," she said, her tone boisterous and reassuring, “You're a strong kid, I'm sure of it! I know you probably feel all sucky cuz of your broken leg, but don't let that get you down, 'kay? You see..." her grin grew wider as she placed her hands on his shoulders, “I wanna meet the guy who blitzes up and down the basketball court! The one his team is waiting to get better, so he can take them to the championship! Snehehehehehe! That's the guy I wanna meet! So... let's bring him out!"

Carlotta's words built up Franklin, though a part of him was left wondering if it was possible to bring that side of himself out. Whenever he was on the basketball court, he never felt small, or weak, or pathetic. No, when he was focused on the thrill of the game, Franklin was at his most confident! He truly felt like he could do anything in the world! You could put anyone in front of him, no matter how big or how fast they were, and he'd make a fool of them!

But that's different. That's basketball. This? This is sex.

Franklin's thoughts were cut short when Carlotta positioned herself above him. Grinning and chuckling, the gym rat mounted his body, climbing atop him to straddle his hips. He stiffened up briefly, then reached up to place his hands upon her strong and toned hips.

“Let's see what you remember~" said Carlotta with that flirty tone of hers, “I want you to take your cock, and slide it right into my pussy~"

Franklin swallowed his spit, and then looked down. Grinding against her folds and stomach was his long, thick, spit-covered cock. With slight maneuvering, he could easily slide it into her pussy. But instead of grabbing it with her hand or even her tail, Carlotta appeared content to just sit there on his lap.

Right... she wanted him to do it this time, didn't she? She wasn't even going to help him line it up. He had to do that himself.

“Okay... huh... okay..." Franklin whispered to himself.

“Snehehehehe! Trying to gas yourself up, Frankie?" asked Carlotta, “You're a smart kid, I'm sure. Go ahead. Take charge!"

“Hmm...!"

The word 'confident' was bouncing around in Franklin's head. Ever since injuring himself, he had felt anything but confident. He felt pathetic, weak, and – worse of all – broken. But when he listened to Carlotta speak to him, he felt his morale begin to build up once again. Strength and faith started flowing through him. If she believed he could do it – if she believed he could get better – then dammit, he was going to do it!

Reaching down, Franklin grabbed his member by the hilt. Carlotta's chortles echoed into his ears as she grew ever excited, watching as he pressed the head of his dick against her tight, toned and moist folds. When he tried to penetrate her the previous night, he missed several times before having her line things up. But this time, he knew where to push... and how to push.

A little down... a little up... right here... yes, this was the spot. Now all he needed to do was--

Puuuuuuuussshhh...

“Nnnggghh ~~~! Haaaahhhhaaa~~~"

“Haaaah...!"

Franklin did it. Without Carlotta's help, he found the perfect angle to slide his dick right into her snatch. Her toned vaginal walls spread apart around his member, accepting it deep inside of her. The tight folds of her cunt were like smooth stones in how they spread around him, while the ridges within squeezed him tight. Deeper and deeper Franklin pushed, not stopping until--

Plop...

Carlotta was completely ground against him.

Her soft, shapely ass pressed against his pelvis, with her legs draped on his sides. Placing his hands upon her hips, Franklin ground himself against her, while resting his chin upon her busty breasts. A soft giggle left Carlotta's lips as she looked down upon his head, reading the dazed face he sported for a moment. But as the familiar feeling of her toned pussy began to wash over him, he began to smile.

“Like it?" she asked.

“Heh... hah... I love it," he replied.

“Don't get complacent yet! Your sexual rehabilitation is still ongoing, Frankie! So..." she squeezed his shoulders, “Start moving! Those hips of yours! Thrust them! One! Two! One! Two!"

“Th-thrust them...?" he repeated, “L-like here...? Now?"

“Yes! Here! Now!" she replied, “Start thrusting!"

“Uh...! Nggh...!"

For a moment, Franklin scrambled. How was he even going to thrust with this position he was in? Sitting on his wheelchair with her on top of him? This was a different position from before in the shower when they were in the shower! He had more freedom to move before, but he couldn't do it so easily with her sitting atop him!

But he couldn't just sit here and do nothing! Sooner or later, Atsuko was going to come check in on them, and the last thing he wanted to do was get caught in such a compromising position! Besides... he didn't want to disappoint Carlotta.

Looking up at her face, he not only saw that devious grin of hers, but also got lost in her alluring blue eyes. The way they looked down upon him and the way she batted her eyelashes, all drew him in like a siren's song. He may feel like he lacked the strength to please her in such a position, but Carlotta didn't seem to agree.

He would not let her down.

Gritting his teeth, Franklin gripped her hips hard, sinking his fingers into her furry pelt. He then sucked in a lot of air through his nose, causing his chest to puff out. Finally, he pulled back his hips as best he could, while slowly lifting the gym rat up with his surprising strength. The ridges of his cock ground against the folds of her pussy, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. And right when he couldn't move any more...

PAT!

“Grraaahh~!? Fuck yeah!"

His hips shot up, pushing his dick deep into her tight twat. There was so much force in his thrust that her tits bounced up against the bottom of his chin! Pleasure then coursed throughout Franklin's body, drawing a moan from his lips. But he didn't stop there. He couldn't stop there. Allowing instinct and momentum to take hold over him, he pulled his hips back once again and--

PAT!

Another thrust! Straight into Carlotta's cunt! More pleasure raced through their forms as their moans mixed with one another. But again, Franklin did not stop. He pulled back his hips once more, and--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

From behind, Carlotta's soft and shapely butt bounced up and down on the rigid rod of the young man. It pounded into her pussy like a machine, pistoning back and forth. Pussy juices splattered about, mixing with his precum to make a mess of their thighs. All the while, his tight and heavy balls started to blur as he began picking up speed.

Teeth gritted, Franklin looked up at Carlotta's face, watching her moan from the pleasure. That smile of hers did not leave, though her eyes were hazy and red with lust and desire. Pulling closer in, she pressed her nose against his, before pursing her lips too--

“Nmmph~!"

“Mmmff!"

Their lips meshed together, indulging in an erotic kiss as he fucked her cunt as hard as he possibly could. Tongues whipped, swirled, and curled around one another, swapping spit and trading moans. Down below, the lewd noises of their melding bodies grew even louder. More juices, a harder cock, a clinching pussy! The two were fucking in the changing room of the hospital, where Atsuko could easily see them, but they didn't care!

More... More!

“Chu~! Haah...! Fuck!" Carlotta moaned as she broke their kiss, “I'm gonna cum, Frankie~! Nngghh~~~! Keep it up! Make me cum~!"

“Y-yeah!"

PATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

The sounds of their melding bodies grew louder and louder. With all the strength he could muster in his hips, Franklin launched his cock upwards into the gym rat's awaiting folds. The impacts were so strong, so great, they bounced Carlotta up and down, causing those tits to bounce with great speed! Harder and harder he fucked the mouse, even gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut as his cock tightened within her. She too tightened around them, coming ever so close to that blissful, explosive, orgasmic high!

And with one final--

THWAP!

“GUH!?"

Carlotta's eyes grew wide.

SPLORT! SPLURT! GLORP!

SPRRRIIITTTZZZZZ!!!

“NNGGHH~~~!"

Was it because he was a human that his climaxes were so loud? Or was it because he was special?

Eh...

Biting into her bottom lip, Carlotta arched her back and tilted her head upwards, all while giving a crooning cry from her lips. The rushing heat of his orgasm filled out every inch of her cunt, painting the pink walls as white as her fur. And it was so fucking hot as well! Burning up, surging, all while being so damn thick!

Shit this was risky. Carlotta claimed that these were safe days... but even she had to admit that was a flimsy excuse. Besides, with how copious Franklin's climaxes were, she doubted her 'safe days' were much of a defense.

His pumping seed shot out with such force that it 'Splourted!' around his cock and slicked down his balls, staining the floor beneath them. The once loud moans they shared melted into panting and groaning, while steam and musk hovered around them. Relaxing upon Franklin's wheelchair, their hands idly groped at one another, squeezing upon athletic flesh and clinching upon curly fur. His head resting atop Carlotta's chest, the young man moaned into her cleavage, while she placed her hand on his sweaty head.

“Snehehehe~ Haaaah~ Good job, kiddo~" the mouse moaned , “Now... ngh~ Let's not keep Atsuko waiting..."

“W-wait...!" Franklin groaned as he pulled his face from her breasts, “Won't... won't Dr. Summers smell us?"

“Snehehehehehe! With all that chlorine in the swimming pool? I doubt it!" Carlotta replied.

Franklin was still a bit unsure, and it caused him to fret. But then the mouse began pulling herself off of his throbbing cock, triggering a lewd 'Shlop!' to echo out as her spent pussy left him. Moaning aloud, the young man gazed down towards his dick, watching as cum and pussy juices oozed along his member while Carlotta pulled away.

“Okay then~" she moaned, “Fuuuuh...! L-let's get you changed into your clothes... ya'know... before Atsuko thinks something is amiss..."

Too late for that.

Carlotta was smart. She was training to become a fitness instructor and physical therapist, which was why she was a nurse.

However...

She could also be arrogant to the point of stupidity. Maybe it was that youthful brashness about her, but the gym rat was almost completely assured that she could get away with damn near everything. Then again, maybe that's what happens when you have parents as affluent as hers... but that's neither here nor there.

Putting it lightly, of course Atsuko heard damn near everything that went on through those walls.

Leaning up against the wall outside of the changing room, Dr. Summers clutched herself as her arms were wrapped beneath her bosom. Sharks may not have the best hearing, but it wasn't like Franklin and Carlotta were being particularly shy either. The erotic sounds of their melding bodies was damn near loud enough to echo throughout the entire hospital, let alone this small room!

Had she not already overheard them last night, she would have easily discovered them. The sharkess may have even walked in on them, considering how long they were taking to just get changed. But of course, Atsuko didn't. Instead, she continued leaning against the wall, listening to them fuck like a couple of randy rabbits.

Closing her eyes, she took a thoughtful pose, questioning the medical merits of this 'sexual rehabilitation' that Carlotta spoke of. It sounded insane, but sexual intercourse could be quite the workout, which was what Franklin desperately needed. And from the sounds of his performance, he was stronger now than he had been previously.

But Atsuko was not yet convinced. She needed further proof that Carlotta wasn't just being a little sexual deviant... though the sharkess was convinced she was just being that. Still, a part of her was curious if this could bring changes in Franklin. And soon, she'd get her answer.

Several moments later, the door to the changing room opened. Rolling out in his wheelchair with cheeks as red as a tomato was Franklin. Gone was his clothes, replaced with nothing more than a rather tight pair of swimming trunks. Stretchy and black, they looked like something a professional swimmer would wear.

This was different for Carlotta. Much like Atsuko, she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, with hers being black. Otherwise, it was the same leotard shape, and it too clung to the mouse's body with the same tightness as the shark's.

“Took you two long enough," said Atsuko with a roll of her eyes.

“Snehehehe! Sorry! Tryin' to get Frankie into his trunks with that cast on his leg was a bit difficult," Carlotta replied, “He was... squirming. A lot."

“I-I was not!" he replied, to which she giggled.

Atsuko rolled her eyes and shook her head, knowing full well what they were really doing. But instead of pointing it out, she dragged her hand along her face to brush back her red hair. Her yellow eyes then looked down upon Franklin... before gesturing over towards the edge of the pool.

“Come on," she said whilst turning around and walking away, “Bring Mr. Buchanan over towards the pool's edge."

“Aye aye, Dr. Atsuko! Snehehehehe!"

After performing a salute, the mouse began pushing Franklin towards the pool's shallow end. The closer he came, the less he thought about his recent coupling with Carlotta. Instead, he started to fear the seemingly endless depths of the pool in front of him. Even before his leg injury, the school's pool was daunting. Now that he had this broken leg of his, he felt twice as hesitant.

But this was a medical pool, not a gym pool. As such, it had waist high handlebars under its surface that were visible, allowing him to easily hold himself upright. There was also a staircase that led into the waters of the pool with guardrails as well. All he needed to do was hold onto it tight, and step inside.

“Okay, Miss Valentine," said Atsuko as she gazed at her nurse, “Let's get it."

“Right behind ya!"

Fwump!

That would be the sound of Atsuko removing her lab coat. Franklin didn't have enough time to think about it before watching the silhouettes of the doctor and nurse walk past him. Naturally, Carlotta's hips swayed with this bouncy, boyish, brash energy to it. If hips could giggle, then her trademark 'Snehehehe!' would be echoing from the way hers moved.

But Franklin wasn't focusing solely on Carlotta.

Without her lab coat on, Atsuko's amazonian body was on full display. Not only did her swimsuit cling close to her body, but there was an open oval in the back which flaunted not only her toned backside, but also her sharp shark fins. All of those sculpted muscles, be they curvy or straight, was such a marvel to gaze upon.

Carlotta was a toned shortstack, with thick, brawny arms and legs, a slim waist, and that busty bosom of hers. Atsuko was no less athletically inclined, but her frame and style was so different. She was like a beautiful, Grecian idol. So tall. So majestic. Flowing red hair. Yellow eyes as bright as the sun. A face so stoic and professional. Gazing upon Atsuko was like watching an athletic goddess in motion! If her name was Athena, you wouldn't even bat an eye.

Together, Atsuko and Carlotta stepped into the water and sank down to their waists. Then they turned, facing Franklin, who looked back with cheeks red. Staring at the statuesque beauties before him, he read the gym rat's grinning face, and the sharkess' more nonplussed expression. Both felt so daunting, even as they pulled him in.

“Mr. Buchanan...?" said Atsuko, “Is everything okay? You don't need to hesitate."

“I... ahem..." he nodded, “I know."

“Do you... need aid?" she then asked, to which he shook his head.

“No... I got it."

He sounded confident, even if deep down inside, he wasn't completely sure. Gazing down towards his legs, he wondered if he had the strength needed to stand on his own. He walked earlier in his hospital room, but that distance was much shorter than this. He also, ya'know, didn't just get finished fucking Carlotta! Maybe he should have waited a few more minutes in the changing room to regain his strength.

No... no! That's the whole point of that sexual rehabilitation, isn't it? He would prove his physical strength by getting up out of this wheelchair, and walking into the pool. He just needed to believe in himself; to have true confidence.

If he could bounce Carlotta up and down with his hips, then he could handle this!

Chest swelling as he took a deep breath, Franklin reached out for the handlebars nearby, and grabbed a hold of them. He then pushed up and forward with his legs, where he took stand with little aid. Atsuko's eyes grew wide with genuine awe; just the other day he needed Carlotta's help to stand! The gym rat wasn't as surprised however. In fact, she was giggling.

Step by step by step, Franklin descended into the water of the swimming pool. Oh... it was so cold! He forgot that pools could get this cold! But even with that somewhat frigid touch, he continued pushing himself in. The water moved up on his body, swallowing his feet, his calves, his knees, his thighs, and finally his waist as he came to a halt before Carlotta and Atsuko.

Oh... so odd. With the water pushing up against him, he felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders... or... his legs. He was still feeling imbalanced, but he no longer struggled to keep himself upright thanks to the support of the pool. Franklin was so confident, he released his hold of the handlebars... only to nearly fall over due to a loss of balance.

Nope. He wasn't there quite yet.

“How does it feel, Mr. Buchanan?" asked Atsuko, to which he looked down towards his feet on the other side of the water.

“Weird..." he answered, “But..." he then looked back up, “Not bad. I'm not struggling to stand as much as I usually do..."

“The buoyancy of the pool is helping to support you," the sharkess stated... before smiling in a soft manner, “I'm happy to know it is having a positive effect on you."

When a stoic and professional woman like Atsuko smiles, it feels twice as warm, does it not? It imbued within Franklin this sense of strength and heat. If he could see a woman like her smile more often, he'd do anything.

“So... what now...?" he asked, “What is today's exercise."

“Similar to yesterdays," Atsuko answered, “I want to continue building up your leg strength. So..." she pointed towards the other side of the pool, “I want you to walk to me as best you can, Mr. Buchanan. Don't worry; Carlotta will be behind you to help pick you up if you fall."

“Snehehe! Don't worry, Frankie! I'm right behind ya!"

That didn't make him feel as good as one would think, all things considered.

Franklin tensed up as Carlotta walked over to stand behind him. Already, he could feel the heat of her presence radiate off of her body. He wanted to look at her, but he remained focused on Atsuko, and the smile she wore. That is until...

Glunk!

“Uh?"

The sharkess suddenly fell underwater. They were on a side of the pool with more shallow waters, but she still fell far enough to be completely submerged. All Franklin saw of her was her fins as she turned around, and quickly swam away.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

When dealing with marine beastkin, it's kind of easy to forget that they are sea creatures. When Atsuko was in her element, she cut through the waters with the same grace that an eagle flies through the air. Even though Franklin could see only her fins, he knew her swimming skills were immaculate. The way her body swayed left and right, and the way the water crested around her fins, was a marvelous sight to behold. Was she a former athlete in the past? He wondered.

Splash!

“Ah!"

But it all came to a stop when Atsuko appeared on the other side of the pool.

Her onyx scales glistened in the light of the room, as water cascaded down her perfectly sculpted body. Every finite detail of her body glowed, as if existence itself was flaunting the nigh unapproachable beauty of the Grecian sharkess before him. Her red hair too glowed as it grew slick and stringy, and when she brushed it back, her body posed in such a way to display her athletic figure. The curve of her back, the shape of her butt, the heft of her bosom; all of it was worthy of the highest of worship.

And then her head turned so that her yellow eyes could peer at the young man staring at her with his mouth agape.

“This way... Frankie," Atsuko called as she gave him an alluring smile.

Was this all purposeful? Franklin wondered that... only to dismiss these thoughts. No. There was no way this was purposeful! He was just being an aroused teenager; that's all! There's no way Atsuko of all people were looking at him with eyes like... that.

Still... it made him feel so fucking hot!

“Okay... hah... okay!" said Franklin as he raised his hands, and--

Smack-Smack!

Slapping his face, he sent blood pumping through his body as he straightened up. All he needed to do was walk forward; nothing more, nothing less. If anything, this should be significantly easier than fucking Carlotta!

Dropping his hands down to his hips, Franklin locked his eyes in on Atsuko in the distance. The sharkess' arms were crossed and her head tilted from side to side, while he started moving his feet forward. He could feel a slight aching in his legs, specifically from the knees down. But there was also a strength in his hips, one that kept him upright. Occasionally, he'd wobble, even nearly trip up and fall over, but Franklin remained standing.

Step after step he walked towards Atsuko, remaining as balanced as he could. No one would call his walking 'good' or even 'normal', but the fact that he was walking at all was impressive following weeks of inert action. He took a step. And another step. And then another step. Again. And again. And again.

Cheeks puffed, Franklin could feel the burning, aching pain in his legs and thighs, but he didn't let that stop him. His eyes locked on Atsuko in front of him, watching as she came closer and closer... or, well, he came closer and closer, to be more accurate. Her statuesque, Grecian beauty attracted him like a magnet. Those onyx scales, her burning red hair, her amazonian physique, and above all, those piercing yellow eyes, all as it glistened as the waters of the pool streaked down her body.

Atsuko was absolutely beautiful.

For Franklin, time felt like it was moving excruciatingly slow. Even with the waters of the pool lightening the weight of his body, pain still drew things out for him. But through it all, his focus on Atsuko helped numb him to the pain. None of it could stop him. Slow him, maybe, but stop him, never.

Closer... closer... closer! He trudged through the water, marching like he was trying out for the football team! His chest was heaving quite a bit, damn-near burning! The water did help lighten his weight, but damn trudging through it take a lot of strength!

But Franklin had the strength. Franklin had so much strength. He had a level of strength he honestly shouldn't have considering how bedridden he had been for several weeks. Having power wasn't the hard part. It was keeping balance that was difficult!

“Gah!?"

Splash!

“M-Mr. Buchanan?"

He fell.

Right into Atsuko's arms.

Mirroring what happened previously in the gym room, Franklin's legs gave out, causing him to collapse into the sharkess' awaiting arms... and her chest. Water splattered around him, while his arms grasped upon her hips to keep himself upright. All the while, he felt the subtle thumping of Atsuko's heart.

Strength returning to his legs, Franklin slowly pulled his head up from his doctor's chest. At first, he didn't realize where he was... until he came face to face with Atsuko's glowing yellow eyes. Gazing upon her face, he read the smile she sported, and felt the incredible kindness that her body radiated.

“Ufufu... good job... Frankie," Atsuko cooed.

That word. Why oh why did hearing her say his name as 'Frankie' send such warmth through him? Of course, he's not an idiot; he knew one reason why.

“Can you stand on your own, Frankie?" asked Atsuko, to which his legs straightened up.

“Y-yeah. I think I can..." he muttered whilst leaning upright.

Keeping his hands on her hips to hold himself up, Franklin's legs grew straight so that he could stand. There were still a few wobbles here and there, but nothing that would make him fall. Especially not with Atsuko there to help keep him standing.

Pulling back slightly, Franklin took a few moments to gaze up at the sharkess. She looked back at him, face of curiosity and concern. From left to right and back again she looked him over, making sure he was not in pain or any discomfort. Her hands even gently kneaded at his hips, both building him up... and sending an embarrassed heat through his body. But Franklin said not a word, instead allowing his doctor to do as she pleased.

But...

And he meant no disrespect by this...

Did she have to bend over so much? And grope his hips as well?

Cheeks red and face slightly scrunched up, Franklin did his hardest to hide the embarrassment he felt from this situation. Atsuko was so close to his crotch, bringing to mind the recent tryst he shared with Carlotta. Was the odor of sex still strong around him? Even though he was in this pool filled with water and chlorine?

This close situation was made even worse whenever he looked down. With Atsuko's slightly bent position, her busty bosom were both pushed towards him, giving him this plunging view of her cleavage. Compared to Carlotta, the shark's breasts were more shapely, a bit perkier as well. They had this lift to them that seemed to stand in opposition to gravity. This was unlike the mouse, whose firm and busty chest was so much wider.

Not to say Atsuko's breasts weren't wide, mind you. It was just that...

Carlotta was this toned and athletic shortstack. Atsuko was this toned and athletic amazon. They were both amazing in their own rights. Almost too amazing.

Without even thinking, the sharkess' hand brushed a bit too close to Franklin's pelvis. And when she did, she felt something throb against her touch. Atsuko's eyes widened with shock, gazing towards the prominent bulge Franklin was sporting upon his shorts.

Oh dear...

Straightening up, the sharkess closed her eyes and put on a professional face... though her cheeks were still a bit red.

“Ahem..." she said, “Everything seems to be in order, Mr. Buchanan."

“That's... good, right?"

“Yup!" said Carlotta as she seemingly appeared behind him, causing the young man to jump, “You did A-OK, Frankie! Snehehehe! I'm impressed! If we keep this up..." she pointed down at his leg, “Maybe we can remove your cast soon and replace it with something a bit more... liberating~"

“Why did you say it like that...?" he mumbled, to which Atsuko shook her head.

“That's not important, not now," said the sharkess, drawing attention back to her, “Let us continue your regimen, Frankie. Let's head to the other end of the pool! March!"

“Y-yes ma'am!"

Franklin didn't know what he did to piss Atsuko off, but damn could he hear it in her voice! It was suddenly so strong, so stiff and so professional; as befitting a shark! What? Did she notice his rather prominent bulge? Ugh! The embarrassment was almost enough to kill him!

However...

While she sounded strong and tough, he wasn't deaf to what she called him. Not 'Mr. Buchanan' or even 'Franklin'. No, she called him Frankie. And like the previous times he heard her say that nickname, it filled him up with warmth and vigor. He'd march to the ends of the earth if it meant hearing that name again.

So... he marched!

…

Or... maybe he marched too hard.

They said the waters of the pool would help lift the weight his upper body put on his legs. And, yeah, they were right about that. But when it all was said and done, marching from one end of the pool to another was still marching from one end of a pool to another. And he did that so many times over, that he lost count!

His legs sure as hell didn't.

Whump!

“Oooooooohh...! Nnngggghhhh...!"

Exhaustion rumbled through Franklin's body and pain surged through his legs. All of this had been brought on by the somewhat intense workout his doctors had put him through. Sure, if this was months ago before he broke his leg, this would have been easy! But for someone who had been sitting down in a wheelchair for more hours than he'd care to admit to, something as mundane as marching through a pool was enough to completely wear him ragged!

Having returned to his room, Franklin laid face-first in his bed, where he groaned into the mattress. The exhaustion that coursed through his body rendered it difficult to move. Couple that with the feeling of the pool water that continued to bare down upon him, and he felt like he was being entombed! Even rolling over onto his back was difficult!

“Ugggh... man..." he muttered, “I can barely feel my legs... hgk..."

Resting upward as best he could (thank you, bedpost!), Franklin gazed down towards his legs. The aches and pains continued to pulse through them, drawing him to gently stroke his hand along his calves. They were softer now than they used to be months ago, but his muscles hadn't atrophied so much that he was practically normal. There was still a firmness to his body, still his light strength that had been honed through years of activity. A few months sitting wouldn't make it all completely fade.

But he did feel stronger now than he had when he first arrived at the hospital, especially around his hips. Blushing softly even thinking about it, Franklin placed his hands on his hips and thighs, where he pressed his fingers into them. They – more than his legs – felt so strong and fit... and he knew who to blame for it.

“Sexual rehabilitation..." he mumbled to himself as he placed his hands on his head, “There's no way that's real! Carlotta's just being a pervert...! Ngghh!" he shook his head, “My legs being so strong has to just be... like... a placebo effect or something!"

“Not really!" a voice suddenly answered, causing him to jolt upright, “Placebo effects only work if the patient is tricked into thinking it works. If your body really is stronger, then my sexual rehabilitation is actually working! Snehehehe!"

Franklin turned. Standing at the now open doorway was Carlotta, and she was wearing this taunting grin on her lips. The sight of her made him pale... then turn and wonder: How long had she been standing there!?

“C-Carlotta?" he said as she walked inside, “Wh-what the? When did--?"

“I'm a nurse, Frankie~" she answered, “And you're, like, the only patient here on the physical therapy ward. I have to constantly dote on you to make sure everything's okay, got it?"

“Ah... well... y-yeah... I guess you're right..." he mumbled before tilting his head, “So...? Is that your only reason for being here?"

“Huh? What's that?" said Carlotta in a sarcastic and playful manner, “Whatsoever do you mean by that? 'My only reason for being here'? Hm? Are you asking for something else, Frankie?"

His face turned pale and his eyes widened. Prodding his fingers together momentarily, he attempted to come up with some defense for what he was obviously hinting at... only to fail and ultimately give up. Letting loose a sigh, he slumped over slightly, while Carltota filled the air with her boisterous laugh.

“Okay, fine," he mumbled as his eyes glanced to the side, “Maybe... I was hinting at that... but..." he leered at her, “This is your fault. You're the reason why my mind went to that first!"

“Hm? Really? What's 'that'?" Carlotta asked as she came closer and closer, this chuckle leaving her lips, “I really don't know what 'that' is, Frankie. Mind telling me what 'that' is? Is 'that' important? Do you need help with 'that'? Maybe I should go and call Dr. Summers?"

“N-no! Don't do that!" he said as he shook his hands through the air.

“Hm? Why's that?" continued Carlotta as she leaned in and pressed her cheek to his, “You're suddenly so hot, Frankie! Your cheeks are as red as a tomato, no less! Are you sick? Are you coming down with something?"

“Oh cut it out, Carlotta!" Franklin said with a swing of his hand, “Look... ugh..." then he shook his head, before sheepishly looking at her, “What's up? Maybe you're not here for... hh... sexual rehabilitation, but you are here for some reason. I didn't press the call button, so..." he shrugged his shoulders, “Are you really just checking up on me?"

“A little bit," she replied as she placed her hand on his knee, “I am your physical therapist... to a point. I just want to make sure you're fine with our workout today. You were really pushing yourself out there, Frankie. Like, marching way harder than I expected. You didn't even ask for any breaks!"

“I... hm... I guess I was just feeling it..."

“Hah! Hah hah! Bwahahahahahaha! Bullshit!" Carlotta replied, jolting him in place, “I'm not blind, Frankie! You were just feeling yourself. You were feeling someone else as well. And that 'someone else' sure as hell wasn't me for a change!"

Franklin's eyes swelled as his face – once again – turned pale. Did she even need to say who that 'someone else' was? It was clear to the both of them who it was! And – let's face it – his embarrassed look was the guiltiest expression he could possibly wear.

“L-listen! I-I! I uh...! I--!" was all Franklin could babble out, causing Carlotta to laugh out loud.

“Snehehehehehe! You're so fucking bad at hiding this! It's like you're not even trying, Frankie! Haaah..." her laughter died, “But... well... guess I can't really blame you. Atsuko is a stunning woman, even I'll admit that. Hey, let me let you in on a secret," she leaned in, “Atsuko used to be a highly respected athlete! Like, she traveled all around the world to participate in swimming events! But then she suffered an injury not unlike how you did, and it completely changed her. Instead of swimming, she decided to become a doctor to help other athletes who get injuries."

“R... really...?" Franklin asked, to which Carlotta nodded.

“Yup! All those muscles on her body? They're not just for show! She's really strong!" her face then fell flat, “Speaking from experience..."

“Um... what kind of experience."

Carlotta glared at him.

“The 'ow' kind. Not the 'fuck yes' kind..." the mouse replied with mock annoyance, “But I can tell, even though she's a shark, and she could easily tear you to shreds with both her hands and her teeth, you marched straight up towards her with hearts in your eyes!"

“Ugh... was it really that obvious...?" Franklin mumbled, to which Carlotta laughed again,.

“Hell yeah it was obvious!" she replied, “You might as well have started calling her 'Mommy' right then and there! She had you around her little finger! I bet if she was wearing tight leather and had a whip, you'd be running around this hospital in no time!"

“Gghghghgh! D-don't say that!" Franklin begged as his embarrassment sky-rocketed, “That's too much! I don't even wanna think about it!" he then paused for a moment as his chest again swelled, “Wait... did... do you think Atsuko noticed it?"

“I meeaaaan... if I did... she probably did too," Carlotta stated, making his face blank, “She's far more perceptive than I am, I gotta say."

“Oh...! Oh maaaaannnn...!" Franklin cried as he fell into his bed. Grabbing his pillow, he placed it over his face to cover himself, “Just let me smother myself. Death is better than embarrassment!" Shffle Shffle, “Hm?" Whump! “Hngh? C-Carlotta?" Swipe! “Ah?"

Suddenly, Franklin's pillow was pulled aside. Gazing up, he came face to face with his nurse, who had mounted his body. A smile adorning her wicked lips, the gym rat straddled his hips while her hands came up to start fiddling with the buttons of her nurse uniform.

“Ya'know Frankie, you're way more confident in sex than you are outside of it!" said Carlotta as she began opening her uniform, “I wonder why that is. Is it similar to the basketball court? Is that it? I bet you're the fucking coolest when you have a basketball in your hand!"

“I uh... I guess..."

Shuffle...

Up above, Carlotta had opened her nurse uniform fully, revealing her body beneath... and that she was still wearing her swimsuit. It highlighted her busty curves and athletic build, while her chest heaved up and down with this ever growing desire. Pinned beneath her as he was, Franklin could only eek out a sharp gasp while the mouse placed her hands upon her chest.

“Wanna see somethin' cool?" she asked rhetorically, “Take a look at this!"

Swipe!

Plop-Plop!

Tugging her swimsuit aside, Carlotta revealed her wide and curvaceous chest to Franklin once again. He'd seen it plenty of times already, yet that did little to diminish the sheer awe in his eyes. The gray fur which covered her body grew lighter and lighter the closer it came to her chest, becoming outright white around her plump, pink, perky nipples. And with the way the light above fell upon her body, the gym rat was glowing.

Rather brazenly, Franklin raised his hands and placed them upon Carlotta's hips. Guiding his hands up, he stroked upon athletic body, as if marveling at something truly wonderful. These toned thighs, these strong hips, that toned core, and of course, her hefty breasts; every aspect of Carlotta's athletic frame was beautiful.

“Yup~" said the mouse as his fingers began to squeeze into her firm yet pliable breasts, “You are waaaaayy more confident in the bedroom! Snehehehehe! That's good. I like a confident man! Snehehehe!"

As she spoke, Franklin continued to grope her busty breasts. In and out, his fingers squeezed through her tits, lifting them up as her nipples rubbed into the palms of his hands. The more he groped her, the more he kneaded her, the harder and harder her nipples became. Eventually pointing up like small little towers, the young man pinched them between his fingers, and began tweaking them around in circles.

“Haaah...! Hhh~ Ya'know, you're surprisingly good at this~" Carlotta cooed, “I wonder if it's because you're good at handling basketballs. Heh heh!"

“Are... are you comparing your breasts to... basketballs?" Franklin asked, to which she giggled.

“Weeeeeeelll... I do have large breasts, don't I?" she replied, “I bet if you closed your eyes, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference!"

“Um... I think your fur would give it away..."

“Heeeeyy! Don't get cocky with me!" said Carlotta as she suddenly 'Plapped!' atop Franklin, pinning him between her busty breasts!

“Mmff!?"

“Don't forget, that you're the guy shamelessly ogling Atsuko like some horny, lovesick puppy! All the while, you got me there to suck your dick and fuck ya! Snehehehehe! Ya'know what? I'm totally right; you are confident in the bedroom! Maybe too confident! You're so confident, you're fucking greedy!"

Hands down to the sides of Franklin's head, Carlotta kept him stuck in place while her curvaceous breasts began to wobble left and right. Using her superior strength and superior body, she smacked his face from side to side with those heavy breasts against him, dazing him with blow after blow. It was like he was being stricken by soft, furry bricks!

“Yeah! Snehehehe! Take that! And that!" Carlotta laughed as she battered his head.

Was it difficult to breathe? Yes. Were the blows he suffered surprisingly strong? Yes. Did he love it? Hell fucking yes!

Muffled moans left Franklin's lips as Carlotta pounded him with her chest over and over again. She'd even push down, completely smothering his mouth and nose to steal the air right out of his lungs! All he could do was smell the sweet scent of her body, and the lingering odor of chlorine from their earlier dip in the pool.

“I'm gonna teach your cocky little ass a lesson, Frankie~!" said Carlotta, “You'll learn that greedy boys get punished! That'll stop you from trying to become some playboy! Snehehehehe!"

Plap!

Carlotta had no qualms abusing the fact that the physical therapy wing was practically empty. If there were plenty of people walking around, her kinky attack would be damn-near impossible! But it wasn't completely void, was it? In fact, there was a certain someone who also was working on Franklin, a certain someone who was already aware of what they were doing.

Clipboard in hand, Atsuko headed down towards Franklin's room. It had been a short while since their hydrotherapy, and she was coming to check up on her patient. But... that's not entirely true. She had sent Carlotta in ahead of her, both so that she could see if Franklin was okay... but also so the sharkess could test her subordinate. Would leaving the two alone cause them to indulge in more of that 'sexual rehabilitation'?

The answer was yes.

Coming to Franklin's door, Atsuko gripped it on the handle... only to stop. Through the window of the door, she saw Carlotta... mounted atop Franklin with his face buried between her breasts! Teeth gritted, the sharkess gave a huff of annoyance at her subordinate's sexual antics. Was once in the changing room not good enough? Did she really need to fuck him again?

It was time to stop this farce. What Carlotta was doing was incredibly delinquent and an abuse of power. Franklin may be enjoying it, but he was their patient and a high schooler! Who knows what this was doing to his psyche!

At least, that's what Atsuko told herself.

While it would be easy to push through this door and bring all this to an end, Atsuko didn't do it. She stood there at the doorway, lingering outside it as her yellow eyes peered through the window. Franklin and Carlotta were so wrapped up into their own little world that they were completely unaware of her. That allowed the sharkess to watch everything.

Even as he was smothered by the mouse's tits, Franklin's hands would grope and grip at her body. Her hips – these wide, strong hips – were squeezed by his palms as his fingers grooved through her fur. Muffled groans even left Franklin as he clinched upon her body, before bringing one hand back to--

Smack!

“Ah!? Frankie~!?"

Carlotta came to a halt as her ass was smacked; how brazen of him! Pulling back, she looked over her shoulder towards her butt, while the young man beneath her remained in a dazed state. There was a stinging in her rump caused by his strike, reminding her of just how strong he was. His legs may have grown weaker, but the same really couldn't be said of his arms.

Franklin was a fit young man. Give him another month, and he'll be back to 100% in no time! Oh... that was exciting to think about! Maybe when he's discharged from the hospital, she'll have to call him sometime? Ah! She was getting ahead of herself! Besides, she didn't even have a baseline yet of his strength! Soooooo...

A wicked smirk appearing on her lips, Carlotta quickly pulled down Franklin's body. Hands gripping upon his shorts, she slowly pulled them down to reveal the thick cock he had hidden within. It bounced out to freedom, standing tall before her, and throbbing with incredible vitality.

“Snehehehehe! So big of you, Frankie~" said the gym rat as she wrapped her hand around his cock.

Gently, she stroked her palm back and forth, causing his member to throb and jump in her hand. Before, Franklin melted beneath her touch as she reduced him to nothing more than moaning flesh. But now, there was a resilience in him. Instead of laying back on the bed, he propped himself up on his arms and stared down towards Carlotta, while she placed her hand on his stomach to keep him pinned.

Smiling up towards his face, her bright blue eyes met his brown ones while her grin steadily grew. Her jerking too picked up in pace, causing his precum to spurt out and trickle upon her fingers.

“He's so... healthy..." Atsuko whispered.

Still gazing through the window on the door, the sharkess' yellow eyes marveled at the thick member Franklin was sporting between his legs. So tall and so proud, it could easily stand on its own even without Carlotta currently stroking it. Was this what she felt earlier when they were in the pool? It was brief, but that touch couldn't have possibly prepared her for what she was seeing right now.

So big. Much bigger than she'd expect on a man his age and height. But not too big either. Rather long too. But, again, not too long.

Gazing upon Franklin's member as Carlotta pleased him, sent shudders through Atsuko's body. Admittedly for the sharkess, it had been a while since she was with a male. Hey, being a high-ranking doctor such as herself left her with little time for pleasantries, especially when you have as bad time management skills as her.

But that didn't explain to her why she was feeling so hot so suddenly. While it may have been a long time since she last had a partner, that did not mean she was bothered by it. Atsuko was a shark who was married to her work, and not once did she complain. But now that she watched the lewd act occurring before her, she slipped her hand down between her legs.

There was a heat there... and a moistness. Squeezing her thighs over her hand, she stimulated this feeling while her hand began to palm at her crotch. One half of her mind was screaming at her to stop, but the other side told her to keep going. Touch yourself more. Stroke yourself more. Pleasure yourself to this erotic act going on before her.

Like a naughty little voyeur.

“Snehehehehe!"

As she filled the air with her snarky laugh, Carlotta lifted her chest up to position herself above Franklin's cock. Gazing down upon her, he watched her angle everything up perfectly, before sliding down to capture his member between her big, busty breasts. On both sides he felt the softness of her chest, the bristles of her fur, and the warmth of her body. He even felt the stretchy fabric of her bathing suit at the back. All of it surrounded his cock as Carlotta began to squeeze her tits around him.

Back and forth, the gym rat began to stroke her breasts around his cock, titfucking him. Franklin's member was so long that it could be visibly seen breaking through her cleavage whenever she pushed down. When she pushed up however, her chest swallowed him completely. Again and again and again, he watched his cock slid through her tits, while his glistening precum oozed upon her breasts.

“You should date girls with big breasts like me," said Carlotta, “That way, they could do stuff like this to you! Snehehehe!"

“You're... you're a bad influence..." he mumbled, causing her to giggle more.

“Well duh! Hahahahaha!"

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Carlotta began pumping her chest up and down on Franklin's dick with a doubled speed! She didn't just push down her tits around his cock, she outright dropped them, letting him feel the full weight of her hefty breasts as they 'Plopped!' and 'Plapped!' around him! Again and again, pleasure was sent racing up through Franklin's body as he moaned. But he didn't fall back, nor did he melt. His body remained firm and strong... and his hips seemed to grow stronger.

Plap!

“Huh?"

Carlotta's breasts bounced. Why did Carlotta's breasts bounce? Oh...

Because Franklin thrusted into them.

Whether it be due to instinct or lust, Franklin suddenly launched up with his hips. With a powerful thrust, he sent his cock rushing through Carlotta's tits, making them bounce. Pleasure was sent racing through his body following as her fur and flesh squeezed around his dick. Flesh rolled and his glands shivered, all as a bullet of precum oozed from the tip. It was so good, that Franklin had to do it again...

Plap!

Another thrust of his cock triggered another bounce of her breasts. Carlotta was still holding her tits around him, but she had stopped moving completely. It was unnecessary, as Franklin's body grew tougher, his hips harder, his cock stiffer! And after he leaned up further, he--

PlapPlopPlapPlapPlop!

Again and again, he thrusted his cock in out of Carlotta's tits, making them bounce up and down. The erotic sound of her furry tits bouncing was loud enough to not only dominate the air around them, but also echo through the doors. And it was getting louder and louder!

Standing where she was, Atsuko gazed through the windows to watch Franklin fuck Carlotta's breasts. The gym rat's breasts were practically blurring as they bounced up and down from how furiously he was thrusting. And that cock of his – like a pole of pleasure – constantly shot up and through her chest again and again.

The more he thrusted, and the more aggressive he became, the hotter and hotter Atsuko felt. She could feel sweat percolate on her form, and even hear herself panting softly. With the silent halls around her, that panting noise was even louder. Her fingers stroked faster between her thighs, though they never took the plunge to fully slip beneath her pencil skirt.

She had better restraint than that. It was fading, yes... but it was there nonetheless.

Mouth agape and eyes lidded, Carlotta hung her lips open so that Franklin's cock could thrust upon them. He didn't just fuck her tits, his cock was long enough to press against her mouth and stroke along her tongue. Again and again, he felt her kiss the tip of his dick, while these erotic moans left her lips.

Fuck, his cock was so impressive; she was genuinely stunned. But it wouldn't be enough to simply suck on this thing, or have it fuck her tits. No, no, no. She still needed to test his strength.

So despite not wanting to, Carlotta pulled away from Franklin's dick. Her breasts wobbled in the air as she left him gasping, while she started crawling up his body. Wearing that wicked grin on her lips, the mouse began undoing his shirt, revealing his flat and toned chest. She then pursed her lips as she planted kiss after kiss upon his body, all while crawling further and further up.

A kiss on his stomach. A kiss on his chest. A kiss to his clavicle. A kiss to his neck. A kiss on his chin. And finally...

“Nmph~"

“Mmmff..."

A kiss to his mouth. A kiss he gave back with equal passion.

Their lips perfectly pressed together in this passionate display of romance and desire. Without even thinking, Franklin wrapped his arms around Carlotta's neck and shoulders, while she continued pinning him beneath her with her hands. Again and again, their lips smacked and their tongues slid against one another, swapping spit and trading moans.

As for Atsuko herself, her mouth gaped in shock.

It's one thing to fuck like a pair of horny beasts, its something else to kiss in such a lewd manner! To the sharkess, the act of kissing implied passion, no matter how frenetic it may be. And their kiss was definitely frenetic! Atsuko would be gasping if she wasn't trying to stay hidden!

Even if she did gasp – and gasp loudly no less – they wouldn't hear a thing.

For several long moments they continued kissing, before Carlotta finally pulled back. Snickering and grinning, the hoyden mouse slowly turned around, offering Franklin a wide view of her open back and her shapely ass. Nostrils flaring he breathed heavily as she bent over, pressing her chest down to the bed while hiking her big butt up towards him.

“Right here, Frankie~" Carlotta moaned as she reached around and slid aside her swimsuit, revealing her moist and toned cunt, “I want you to fuck my cunt! Like, really fuck my cunt! Fucking rut me like a fucking machine! And I don't want you to stop until you can't keep going, got it?"

Uh... a-are you sure...?

At least... that's what Franklin wanted to say. Instead – whether it be from sheer lust or incredible desire – he placed one hand on Carlotta's hip and ass to hold her in place, and another hand on his dick to angle it with her folds. Scooting forward, he pressed the head of his dick up against her folds, triggering a groan from her lips followed by a chuckle. Then came the--

Puuuuuusssshhhh!

“Haaah...! Fuck...! That's a big dick~" PAT! “Graaahhnnn~~"

She felt it before just earlier that day, yet his cock still did such an amazing job of prying apart her folds. The deeper and deeper it pushed inside of her, the fuller and fuller she felt. Fuck, it pushed so deep, it's like she could feel it pushing through her stomach.

A wicked grin spread out on Carlotta's lips as she was penetrated. Cunt tightening, she squeezed around Franklin's cock to further pull him inside of her. His sinking cock didn't stop until his hips pressed against her soft butt, which flattened against him like a marshmallow.

For a few moments, all they did was breath and moan as they were connected. Franklin's feisty hands began to travel up and down Carlotta's body, running along her sides, curving around her hips, and giving a tight squeeze to her soft ass. Then he gritted his teeth, pulled back his hips, and--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Confident indeed.

Without build up or warning, Franklin began driving his cock in and out of Carlotta's cunt with the same speed and precision of a rivet! In and out, in and out, in and out, again and again and again, he carved out her pussy in the shape of his burly cock. And he wasn't slow with it either, nor was he shy. Using all the strength he could muster in his body, Franklin slammed into her toned pussy!

“GRAH!? FUCK! NNGGHH~~~!"

The fury in Franklin's hips was strong enough to push Carlotta further on the bed, and caused her back to arch. Mouth in the shape of a tight '0', the gym rat pushed her ass back against him, indulging in the pleasure of his pounding cock. Her clear juices oozed upon his member, making it glisten in the light of the room around them, while their mixing fluids created erotic strands that bound them together.

Franklin was a fucking machine, one who pounded into her without care for his own safety. If one were to look at him, they'd never think he suffered a terrible injury just over a month ago! Not when he was currently rutting the mouse in front of him, sending quakes through her ass, and making her tits sway and wobble.

And Atsuko?

Atsuko...

When the sharkess eavesdropped on them before, she thought that Carlotta was the one who took charge. Of course, she couldn't see them, so that's what she assumed. But now that she had a direct view of their tryst, she realized that Franklin was strong. Very strong. Almost too strong for a young man in his position after weeks of inactivity.

No. Wait. This isn't possible, is it? No, it can't be! She entertained the thought of it before, but that was only from modest curiosity. Now she had the evidence and – in some ways – the proof.

Was Carlotta's sexual rehabilitation actually working!?

Not that the mouse or Franklin cared. As their naughty voyeur watched them fuck, the young man and gym rat were far too wrapped up in the pleasure that surged through them. His relentless fucking caused Carlotta to moan louder and louder, downright roaring with pleasure with a howling--

“FUCK YESS ~~~! GAAAHH~~~!"

She could feel it! The pounding, the thrusting, the fucking! His dick scraped along the tight walls of her cunt, gliding along her ridges, and – before she knew it – started to abuse her g-spot. He didn't even know where it was! He was just thrusting so wildly with so many different angles, that he happened to strike that bundle of nerves more often than he did not! And whenever he punched it, her pussy clinched harder around his cock, refusing to let go!

Shit, shit, shit! Shit! She could feel her orgasm coming! Closer and closer still, her cunt began to tighten and contract. Fuuuuck! Just a little bit more! Her eyes were crossed, her teeth were clenched, and before she knew it--

THWAP!

“HAAAH!"

“GGAAHHHAA~~~"

GLOORRP! GLUURRRP!

SQUUUIUUIIRRRRIURRRTTT!!!

In unison, their orgasms roared through Franklin's room. Carlotta's pussy squirted around his dick, marring his dick and balls, as well as the bed beneath them in her hot juices. In turn, he tanked a thick bomb of cum inside of her pussy, painting her pink walls white with desire. His balls were drawn up close, and one could see his cock undulate as it tanked wad after wad of virile seed inside of her greedy snatch.

And Atsuko would know, since she was watching.

Her yellow eyes widened as she watched Franklin unleash his spunk inside of Carlotta. So much cum, and such thick cum too. He shot it inside of her with such force that it exploded around his cock, marring the gym rat's ass white with cum. Err... whiter, considering the shade of her fur. That thick seed then oozed down his dick and slipped down upon the bed. And when he pulled his cock out of her with a lewd and loud--

Shwap!

He flung bits of seed upon the curvature of her butt.

Their heated tryst over, Franklin and Carlotta were left panting for breath. And Atsuko?

Thud!

She collapsed upon the floor, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes remained wide. Now that they were done fucking, she had peace of mind to think to herself. And only one thought raced through her mind.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE THINKING!?

Why is it every time she tried to gain the courage to barge in on them and break up their 'sexual rehabilitation', Atsuko chose not to do so? And this was different from before when she overheard them fucking. This time, she watched them like some perverted voyeur.

Oh no. That's the reason why, isn't it? Because deep down inside, she herself was horny.

The shark gritted her teeth and shook her head. No, she refused to accept that as the truth! She was just curious about this whole 'sexual rehabilitation' thing... even though she knew that had no medical basis, and was probably just an excuse Carlotta made to have raunchy sex.

But even though her mind told her that it was a farce, she also felt curious about it. And could you blame her? Franklin was a young stud in the bed! His leg was still in a cast, yet he gave that hoyden mouse one of the best fucks of her life! And all in a short amount of time too.

But... okay... fine... maybe there was some merit to this 'sexual rehabilitation'. That didn't change the fact that Atsuko herself was watching them... and that she was pleasing herself to it?

Looking down to the floor beside her, the sharkess' eyes fell on the clipboard she had been bringing with her. Then she stopped and looked down at her chest. She had gotten so aroused that her hardened nipples were pushing through her shirt, and the one hand she had between her legs was oozing with nectar.

Was she really that aroused? It was odd in its own way. Everything both felt like it happened too fast, while also being an eternity. When she touched herself, it sent jolts throughout her body. Even when she gave her tit a light squeeze...

“Haaah~?"

She could not help but to cry out with pleasure.

Serrated teeth bit into her bottom lip and her eyes closed shut. So easily she could knead her bosom. So easily she could tweak her nipples. So easily she could finger herself. But doing such sordid things would reveal her to the others.

No. She needed to get out of here, and quick! She could retreat to her office... no... she'd retreat to one of the showers first. She needed to clean.

Quickly, Atsuko speed-walked out of the area, being sure to remain out of view of the window so Carlotta and Franklin did not see her. She didn't really need to do so, because the two weren't paying attention to the door at all.

“Mmmf~ Nmmf~ Hmph~"

“Mmm... Nmmm... Mmm... Chu."

A strand of saliva hanging from their lips, Carlotta pulled away to break the kiss she shared with Franklin. He looked up at her, cheeks red and face dazed as the rush of lust started to fade. Likewise for the mouse, who also had rosy cheeks and a dazed expression. Together, they breathed in the same sweaty and erotic air of one another... before the gym rat pulled back as a grin adorned her lips.

“That was pretty fuckin' hot, Frankie~" she whispered, “You came... like... lots inside of me. I wonder..." she poked his nose, “Do you have, like, a draft horse in your family somewhere?"

“Wh-what? A draft horse?" he replied before straightening up, “N-no! I'm 100% human! Besides, shouldn't you be worried about that?"

“Whaat? I told you I was safe these days. Probably..."

“I... I don't think that's as much of a defense as you think it is..." he mumbled back, “But... I also don't feel like thinking about it for too long, so... okay..."

Closing his eyes and palming his head, Franklin laid on the bed as the post-nut clarity washed over him. He was a horny young man, yes, he was not ignorant to this. But he still should've been smarter than this! What if he knocked up Carlotta? What then!? He'd ruin his life going forward!

But, wait, didn't he just say he didn't feel like thinking about it? So... he just wouldn't think about it. At least, not right now...

“Fuuuh... well... you're okay," said Carlotta as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat upright, “Which means I need to head out before I start rousing up any suspicion with Dr. Summers. She sent me to check up on you, and she's probably waiting for me to come back."

“Hey... aren't you... like... afraid of getting caught or something?" asked Franklin as he watched Carlotta start to redress herself.

“Hm? Why would I be?" she asked back with a snarky grin as she covered her breasts and slid her swimsuit back over her crotch, “My parents are, like, super rich. It's one of the reasons why I get to work here!"

“Oh... so it's nepotism..." he muttered, to which she laughed.

“Yeah! Hah ha! Something like that!" said Carlotta as she hopped onto her feet, “Alrighty, Frankie! I'll see ya in a couple of days!"

“Wh... what?" he said with a flinch as she buttoned her nurse uniform back up, “Wh-what do you mean by that?"

“I mean what I said," she replied with that trademark grin of hers, “I'm not gonna be here tomorrow! You know, I have a life outside of the hospital. I may like my work here, but all work and no play makes Carlotta a dull girl."

“B-but... I mean... y-you're my nurse and--"

“Heeey... stop babbling like that," she said in a mocking manner, “That's so uncool for a cute boy like you," she then turned, facing him directly as she placed her fists on her hips, “What? Are you afraid you'll be missing out on sex? Did you think you'd get to fuck everyday during your stay here or something? This is a hospital, Frankie, not a whorehouse!"

“Th-that's not what I mean!" he said as he blushed, “I swear...! I mean... th-the sex is... awesome..."

“You bet your ass it is."

“But... I mean..." he shrugged his shoulders as he looked at her, “I'm already used to you being here... what am I going to do without you...?"

“Awwwwww~" smiling at him, she placed her hand on his forehead, “Don't worry, Frankie. I'll only be gone a day! Besides..." she moved in slowly, “You'll have Atsuko around to keep you company, and I'm sure you'll love that. Mmmff~"

“Mmm..."

Eyes closed shut, the two met for a kiss. This one was more chaste than before... and it ended far too soon for Franklin's liking. Just Carlotta being a tease again. When they pulled apart, he read the grin she wore on her lips, and watched as she turned to leave.

“Make sure to rest up well during my time away," said the gym rat, “And don't worry, I'll ask Atsuko to go easy on you!"

“I hope she listens..." he mumbled.

“Yeah! Snehehehe! I hope she listens too!"

Eeeaaarrk! Thud!

As she closed the door behind her, Carlotta laid her back along the wall next to his door. Smiling to herself, she beamed with a face bright enough to light the dark, while her blue eyes closed shut. Deep inside she felt the warmth of their recent coupling... which was almost strong enough to go back for another round!

Almost...

Instead, Carlotta figured it would be wise if she quickly took a shower and changed out of her swimsuit. If she ran into Atsuko or any other doctor, she'd probably get caught! Despite what she told Franklin about her wealth, she really didn't want her 'sexual rehabilitation' nonsense to get exposed.

'All publicity is good publicity'? Yeah right! She was still a rising star in athletics! The last thing she wanted was a sex scandal before it really got off the ground!

But as Carlotta began to take her leave, she stopped and turned. Nostrils flaring, she took in an odor, one that confused and fascinated her. But... she didn't think about it for much longer before she started walking away.

…

Why was it so quiet out here? Like... it was so quiet that it was almost creepy.

There's this old abandoned house in the forest outside of his neighborhood. It sits down a dirt road, and – from what his parents told him – used to belong to this kindly old couple who died when he was still a toddler. They had one son, but he wasn't around anymore. No one was around to sell it, and no one was around to buy it either, so the house fell to disuse and crumbled. So for years, the house just sat there; a place that only the brave and the foolish would dare enter for fear of being stalked by ghosts.

At least, that's what the childhood rumors say.

When he was a kid, he wandered into that house once. Okay, less 'wandered' and more 'peer-pressured' to impress some girls and his friends. Goaded into entering that house, he stepped through its ajar open door, and stood within its derelict foyer. For several moments, all he heard were the sound of birds chirping outside, and the wind as it blew through the trees and along the rattle boards of the house. It triggered this soft whistling noise, one that would grow as quiet as death when the wind stopped.

And that's what Franklin felt right now: the quiet of death.

Standing in the halls outside of his room, he looked left and right with a mouth slightly agape. There was nothing here except for him. If he focused – like, really focused – he could hear the sounds of the rest of the hospital. The doctors, the nurses, the patients, and the various medical instruments. But here in the physical therapy wing, there was nothing.

But why was he standing out here? Well, it was the day that Carlotta had off, and he hadn't been visited yet. He figured Atsuko was twice as busy as her subordinate, so she'd be a little late. That gave him extra time to rest, yes, but he didn't want to rest. He wanted to get up. He wanted to move. He wanted to – he needed to – be active.

So he got up from his bed and walked out the door. Which is what leads to here.

Looking down at his leg, he shook it a few times as if to test its durability. All he wanted to do was walk. Not run, not jog, not even stroll! He just wanted to walk for as far and as long as he possibly could. It would be difficult, especially without someone there to monitor him, but he'd rather overcome something arduous than to just laze about.

No wheelchair, not even a walking cane. Franklin would just walk down the hall, and then walk back up the hall. Easy, right?

So... he started to walk!

Teeth slightly gritted, the young man began to march down the hall, focusing on the distance. There were handlebars on the walls that he could use to support himself, but he thought of them as a safety net. He'd only grab on to them when he needed to, otherwise, they might as well not be there. He was stronger now than he had been before, but he still needed to get stronger.

As strong as he possibly could.

The destination wasn't important at the moment; it was the travel that mattered. Nothing would stop him. Slow him down, maybe, but stop him never. He treated his aches and pains as nothing more than nuisances, even as they surged through his legs. All the while, his chest began to fill with pride as he pushed his weakened body.

So why? Why didn't he feel as strong as he did yesterday?

Franklin was marching, was moving, but he didn't feel like he was as powerful as he was when he marched through the pool. Was it because of the water which helped support his weight? No. While that may have helped, he knew that wasn't the reason why. It wasn't the 'where', it was the 'who'. Specifically, the 'who' who were not there.

Carlotta and Atsuko. They built him up by their mere presence alone. Whether it be the gym rat's cocky laugh, or the sharkess' professional gaze, just seeing them was enough to bolster Franklin's strength. Without them there, he was aware of his own limits, and realized that he could not easily keep this up.

“Aah...! Haah! Haah!"

Despite not wanting to, he grabbed upon the banister nearby, holding himself upright along it. Was he already sweating? And his legs were screaming at him? What happened to him?

“Frankie...?"

“Ah...?"

That voice caused him to straighten up. Looking up, he was at a point in the hall where it was a three-way intersection. And standing on the left-hand side, looking at him with a face of concern, was--

“Dr. Summers?"

Standing with her pencil skirt and her slightly unbuttoned blouse, was Atsuko. She gazed upon Franklin with her head tilted to one side, while he perked up right immediately. Approaching him, she placed her hand on his shoulder as her yellow eyes darted up and down his body, before focusing on his face.

“Are you okay?" she asked, “What are you doing away from your room? If you needed help, you could've pressed the nurse call button."

“I'm fine," he replied, “I just... wanted to go for a walk... that's all. I thought I could at least manage to walk up and down the hall once, maybe twice. But..." he shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe I bit off more than I could chew..."

Atsuko tilted her head at him again as she placed her fingers on her chin. Taking a thoughtful pose, she looked him up and over, specifically how he was standing tall on his own without aid of the banister he was just holding onto. It was a near 180 from what he was looking like when she found him.

“Do you feel better...?" she asked, to which he nodded.

“Yeah, I feel better," Franklin said as smile appeared on his lips, “Especially with you here!" he then paled, realizing what he said, “C-cuz you're always doting on me, and s-stuff. N-nothing else, mind you!"

“Hm..."

Being well aware of Carlotta's 'doting', Atsuko wondered if Franklin's embarrassment was directed towards her and that side of his rehabilitation. The way his eyes looked at her, only to quickly turn away seemed to imply that to be the case. But he was clearly in a sexual relationship with Carlotta. They were just fucking yesterday! Besides, the sharkess herself wasn't young. His age was closer to the mouse's than her own.

Still... those eyes of his... that blush... the strength he showed Carlotta. The sexual rehabilitation.

Carlotta wasn't around, right? It was time to test something.

“Then... if you're feeling better... you wouldn't mind attempting to push yourself, would you?" asked Carlotta as she straightened up, causing him to tilt his head.

“Come again?"

She didn't answer, at least, not verbally. Instead, she pointed to the distance, drawing his attention to a stairwell at the end of the hall.

“That staircase over there leads all the way up to the roof of the hospital," said Atsuko, “You've done well to march through the pool water, and have worked out well in our gym. Let us test your stamina and resolve by climbing up a few flights of stairs..." she then looked back at him as her lips curled into a smile, “Are you willing to try, Frankie?"

Oh that nickname. Why did she call him that nickname? That 'Frankie' had an undeniable control over him. He'd do anything for her just to hear more of it.

So...

“Y-yeah. I'm more than willing to try."

“Fufufu... that's good. Let's go."

Turning around, Atsuko started walking down the hall towards the stairwell in the distance. As she did so, her tail raised up, where she used it to hook through the air in a 'come hither' motion. Chest growing stiff, Franklin opened his mouth to say something... only to shake his head and nod in an affirmative manner.

When Atsuko was around, he found the ability to ignore his own aches and pains, driving him to march slowly behind the sharkess. Franklin's eyes were completely locked on her voluptuous figure, following along like a fish on a hook as they came to the doors leading to the stairwell. When they slipped inside, he nearly collapsed, gripping the stair's guardrails to prop himself up. Dr. Summers however continued walking, traveling up the stairs to the next floor, where she stopped and turned around.

“Frankie," she called, her hands on her hips as she stared down upon him with those powerful yellow eyes of hers, “Right here, Frankie. I want you to travel up these stairs towards me."

“Right... haaah... right!" he said as he looked up to her.

The number of steps was thirteen. Thirteen steps to climb to the halfway point of the next floor, and thirteen steps to join Atsuko. He'd never counted steps before. Why would he? They were just steps! But now as he tried to hone his body, these few steps felt like he was surmounting a mountain!

Mount Everest? No. Mount Atsuko? Definitely.

Franklin took a few seconds to steady his nerves. Walking on flat ground was one thing; climbing steps was something else entirely. Twice he took in a deep breath, before locking his eyes on Atsuko one last time.

He stepped forward, and pushed himself up. Oooh... he felt the pain in his legs start to surge. It was almost enough to make him buckle! But the presence of Atsuko kept him upright... not to mention the guardrail he could grab onto for support.

Another step forward, another push up, and another surging of pain. Funny though; the pain was nowhere near as bad as it once was. When he was at home, climbing up and down his stairs was downright infeasible at times! There were several days where he slept in the living room because of this! But right now – despite the pain he felt – he found himself climbing up higher.

Another step. Another push up. Another rush of pain that began to grow numb. With every step he took, the closer Atsuko became. And the closer Atsuko became, the clearer the smile she wore on her lips. Wait, she was smiling at him? Yes! She was smiling at him!

“Good job, Frankie," she cooed, her arms crossing beneath her impressive chest, “Keep going."

Haaah... if only she knew what her words did to him. He felt himself both melt with pleasure, yet grow rigid with strength whenever her voice flowed into his ears.

“Atsuko..." Franklin whispered, causing her to tilt her head.

“Almost there, Frankie," she said with a chuckle, “Almost there."

He was slow, yes, but he was climbing those steps. They were nothing more than a minor obstacle on his quest towards the selachian idol before him. And when he finally took that last step to join her.

“Haah...!"

He stumbled forward...

Plap!

And his face fell right between her breasts.

Legs giving out, Franklin sat there with his face full of Atsuko's tits. But instead of feeling incredible embarrassment or even shame, he felt elation! And, no, it wasn't because her breasts were supporting his head. It was because of the warmth of her body, and the presence of her form. It cradled him, supported him, and felt like a place he never wanted to leave from. And when he worked up the nerve to look her in the face, he saw no annoyance or disappointment... but a reassuring smile.

“Good job, Frankie," she whispered.

“Th-thank you," he mumbled back as a smile spread on his lips.

“However..."

“Hm? However? Wh-what's wrong?"

“I said this staircase leads to the rooftop, did I not?" she stated.

“Gulp... Y-you're not saying... that you want me to...?"

“Fufufufu... that is what I'm saying," she said, “We're going to the rooftop... Frankie."

Atsuko was a smart woman. A very smart woman. So smart in fact, that she had already learned that Franklin had a weakness to her calling him 'Frankie'. And like any doctor who wants their patient to heal, she was going to abuse this fact!

Whenever she said 'Frankie' he followed her to a 'T', ignoring whatever pain his body was going through. It was impressive that a young man such as himself had enough resilience to push through the pain he endured... and all because she called him by his nickname.

A man's weakness truly is a woman, isn't it?

Up and up the stairs they climbed, getting higher and higher with each rung. A walk that would typically take less than five minutes to get from bottom to top, instead took them little over thirty minutes. Franklin was slow... but he was consistent. Occasionally, Franklin would stop to catch his breath, but he never gave up. All it took was another siren call of--

Frankie...

And he was up and ready to go once again.

For him, time was a blur. He didn't realize the minutes were ticking by as he climbed the staircase. How could he when his gaze was completely focused on the sharkess in front of him. Atsuko was like a ghost, a phantom, an optical illusion. No matter how close he got to her, she'd pull away. Only once – only once – did he touch her, and that was at the very beginning. Every other time, she remained just out of reach.

He'd climb another floor, and she'd already be at the next, staring down upon him with a smile on her lips and a glow in her yellow eyes. Perhaps he would have realized that catching up with her was impossible. But, again, her voice was more than enough to lure him forward.

Time was nothing more than a phantom sensation to her, an illusion. It didn't matter, so long as he got closer... and closer... and clooossseeerr...

“Frankie..." she whispered.

Right behind Atsuko was a door as she stood on a platform. There were no more stairs leading further up, for this was the end of the line. They had arrived at the top; right through that door was the hospital's rooftop. There was nothing stopping him save for this last flight of stairs.

Thirteen more steps. That's all. Thirteen more steps.

“Come on, Frankie," said Atsuko, her arms crossed beneath her bosom as her hand curled inward towards herself, “Just one more flight of stairs, and we're done. You're almost there, Frankie. Almost there."

Why did her words sound like such sweet honey? Like a mead... or a wine. Yes, that's it; a fine wine. Atsuko's voice was brash and boyish like some sort of beer, while Atsuko's was refine and elegant like a wine. Both sounded amazing to listen to, and both drew him in closer and closer.

“At... suko..." he mumbled as he started climbing the last flight of stairs.

Sweat percolated on his form, and he was panting heavier now than he had done before. With each step he took, he could hear the heavy 'Clang!' of the metal floor beneath him. It was so much louder now than it had been before; why is that? Is it because he was drawing closer and closer to her? Atsuko wasn't moving anymore, wasn't pulling away. She remained firm, standing before him as he came closer.

The phantom illusion that once pulled away to remain out of gasp, was now becoming more and more defined. The smile she wore, the glow of her yellow eyes, the voluptuousness of her amazonian form, her onyx scales; it all was worth marveling at. She could stand at the end of a sea of fire, and he'd wade through it just at a chance to be in her presence.

Okay, maaaayyyybbeee he was a little down bad.

Step. Step.

“Ufufufu... good job, Frankie."

“Huh?"

He was so down bad in fact, he hadn't realized he had climbed the last step. Standing there in front of Atsuko' his mouth was wide with surprise and awe, while the sharkess smiled down upon him. He was so astonished in fact, that he nearly fell back on unsteady feet! But...

“Gotcha! Ufu!"

Thankfully, Atsuko was there, grabbing upon his wrists and pulling him back upon his feet... only for him to stumble forward and again land in her arms and chest. Embracing her softly, he scrambled in embarrassment in her hold, while his eyes looked up towards her face.

“Are you okay, Franklin?" she asked.

“Hah! Hah! Haah! Haaa...! Oooooh...! Hnngmmph...! Y-yeah... I'm okay," he answered amid pants as he rested his chin on her chest, “Whooaaaaaah... b-but... my legs feel like jelly..."

“Ufufufu... sorry. I might've pushed you a bit too hard," said the sharkess, “But don't worry. We have just a few more steps away, okay," she gestured over her shoulder, “The door's right here."

Franklin nodded. While he could barely stand without Atsuko here to hold him, he summoned enough strength within himself to at least take a few steps forward. And with her hand holding his hand, the two walked through the doors.

“Haahh...?"

He was very high up.

From the outside, Sacred Hope hospital didn't look too tall. But there's a difference between looking up at a building from the ground floor, and actually standing on the rooftop of said building. And as he stood on the roof of this hospital, all Franklin could think was...

I'm very high up.

He was born in Document City. He grew up in Document City. Now as he gazed upon the glistening metropolis from the rooftop of the hospital, it was like he was gazing upon a completely different world! From here, he could see the various buildings as they shifted and changed between elevations. Concrete buildings, metal buildings, buildings that looked to be made of glass. Some were tall, others short, yet his eyes were attracted to all. Running through them were various roads, some at ground level, others suspended in the air via highways, all with cars on them. He could even see the various parks that dotted Document City, such as Principal Park which sat in the city's heart.

Walking up to the fence that separated the rooftop from the edge, Franklin gazed upon the city below with his mouth agape. From here, he could see various landmarks of his home, such as Principal Station from which all the transit trains came from. Greenwood High as well was visible from where he was. What else was there? Could he even find his home?

As he gazed through Document City with an enamored face of awe, Atsuko giggled from behind. On the roof there was a bench which she sat upon, and at the foot of the bench there was a... cooler? Well, the rooftop of the physical therapy wing had become the sharkess' little hideaway of sorts. When she needed to get away from her fellow doctors for break, this was there she retreated to. As such, this cooler was her cooler, and it was stuffed with ice and--

“Water, Frankie?"

“What?" he said as he turned to face her.

“Water?" she repeated as she shook the bottle of water she was holding, “Would you like some water?"

“Oh... yes..." he replied as he stumbled forward.

Falling upon the bench beside Atsuko, he took the bottle she handed him, and quickly popped its top. With all the heat and sweat that radiated off of his form, a cold bottle of water would do him wonders! And the moment that cold water touched his tongue... aaah... immediate ecstasy.

An elated, almost goofy smile appeared on Franklin's lips as he drank the water down. Being a basketball player, he knew well how the taste of a cup of cold water could be better than any soda after tiring one's body. Its cold touch was rejuvenating; like putting back the energy that he'd drained during his climb.

It didn't take too long for Franklin to down that bottle of water. When he did, he leaned back on the bench and let out a deep breath, while his lips curled into a smile. His eyes then slid over towards Atsuko... where he saw she was smiling back at him.

That smile seemed to remind him of the fact that his face fell into her chest. Several times over, in fact! It caused his cheeks to turn red as he stammered in place an looked down. The shark meanwhile giggled, before taking a sip of her own bottle of water.

“Thank you, Dr. Summers..." he whispered, causing her to raise an eyebrow, “Thanks for... helping me out."

“There's no need to thank me, Frankie," she replied, “I'm your physical therapist and your doctor. It's my duty to help mend your body."

“Y-yeah, I know that, but..." he mumbled back as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “But... you really feel like you're going above and beyond for my sake. I... I..." he gazed to the side briefly, “I really feel like you and Carlotta are working hard to help me get out of here. And it's not just because it's your job..."

“Hm..."

Remaining quiet, Atsuko instead turned to face Franklin directly. He leaned back, but only so his head could tip up and give him a better view of her. Up and down his eyes ran along her athletic form, where he again felt his cheeks turn red. This only increased as she scooted closer, and her face grew more focused.

Reaching out for Franklin, the sharkess placed her hand on his hip and thigh. Again he stiffened, his mouth moving to ask her a question, only for nothing to come out. Instead he watched as she dragged her finger down his leg and thigh, before coming down to the cast which was wrapped around it. Gripping it, she started pulling his leg up and down, as if testing his knee joint. He let her, while his head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Atsuko..." he whispered.

“Did Carlotta tell you about myself?" she asked as she continued testing his leg.

“Y-yes," he answered, “She told me how you used to be an athlete yourself... how you participated in swimming events until you suffered an injury. And... that you now help other athletes like me who get injuries," he then blushed and looked to the side, “I admit... I stayed up last night researching you after Carlotta told me. They called you the Black Jet back in your career, and that you set several records during your time. Some of them still haven't been beaten."

“Ufufufu, did your research indeed," said Atsuko as she flashed him a smile, “I'm impressed by your... dedication, Frankie. You're right: I am the Black Jet. Or... I was the Black Jet. Ah... hearing that feels like a different lifetime from now."

“Was it... was it really because you got injured?" he asked as he gave her a look of concern, “Is that really the only reason why you stopped participating? When you healed... why didn't you go back to swimming? Yesterday at the pool, when you swam through it, you were amazing."

“Ufufufu... is this your attempt at flirting, Frankie?" Atsuko teasingly asked as she tucked some hair from behind her face.

“Wh-what!? F-flirting!?" he repeated as he looked left and right, “N-no! I'm just... I just... th-thought your swimming was great! Th-that's all!"

“Ufufufufufu! I'm just joking, Frankie! That's all!" said Atsuko before she looked back down at his leg, “I appreciate your kind words. I may not be an active swimmer anymore, but... haaaah... it still brings back a wealth of memories."

“Then... why did you stop?" he asked, his head tilted to the side, “If you went back to swimming, I'm sure you would've done amazing ."

“Oh, I know I would have," said the sharkess as she placed his leg back down and sat up on the bench beside him, “But as I sat recovering following my injury, I guess... I guess..." she shrugged her shoulders and looked to the side, “I realized how fruitless it all was."

“Wh... what?"

“We're both athletes, Franklin," she said as she faced him again, her body softly tilting forward as her hand propped up her head, “And what is bound to happen during an athlete's career? An injury. Maybe one. Maybe two. Maybe three. Maybe more. Most injuries are light; a scrape or a bruise here or there. Others injuries are worse, like a torn ligament, or..." she poked him, “A broken leg. But some injuries are worse than that. Some injuries are so bad that..." she shook her head in a sad manner, “That an athlete can no longer continue doing that which they love. It's..."

“Career-ending..." Franklin mumbled, causing her to nod.

“Yes. It's that. Career-ending," she placed her hand on her chest, “I'm fortunate. Being a shark, I'm naturally accustomed to swimming. It is quite simply natural for me. But what of, say, a wolf beastkin who injures their arm? Or, say, a horse who injures their back? Or in your case..." she poked his cheek, “A human who breaks their leg? Suddenly, no amount of nature can help you overcome this injury. Many people can walk, Franklin, but very few can run. And even fewer can run like you ran on the basketball court. So, tell me, how do you overcome an injury such as this?"

“I... I don't know..." he shrugged his shoulders, “Like how we're doing now? Working out? Going through therapy? S-stuff like that?"

“Exactly," said Atsuko, “That's why physical therapy is so important. So cute boys like you can live their dreams being the best athlete they can possibly be."

“C... cute boys...?"

“I don't have to be the world's best swimmer," the shark continued on, “I'm more than happy to stand idly by and watch others live out their dreams. Helping them mend their bodies is more than good enough for me," she smiled at him, “That is why I stopped swimming, Franklin. Help others is far more gratifying than having the spotlight solely on me."

Franklin looked down and closed his eyes as he thought about Atsuko's words. Ironic that a shark of all people was acting selfless and kind. Listening to how she only wanted to help others live out their dreams, helped instill within him this sense of dedication. No longer could he just get better for his own sake; he needed to get better for her sake as well. The last thing he wanted to do was let her down after all the hard work she put in for his sake.

Atsuko had this strong and stoic voice to her, but it was mixed with maturity and professionalism. Hearing it instilled within him a sense of duty and strength; like listening to an elegant drill sergeant. Whenever she spoke, he couldn't help but to obey her commands.

“Thank you, Dr. Summers," he said as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, “I... I promise you, I'll get better. I don't know how long it will take, but I'll get better. If not for myself, then for you."

“Ufu... Ufufufu...! Ufufufufufu! That sounds lovely, Franklin," she said as she squeezed his hand back, “But I don't want you to just get better for my sake. I only want you to get better so that you can live out your dreams. I assure you, that's more than good enough for me. But... well... there is one thing I ask of you, Frankie."

“Wh-what? S-sure!" he said as he faced her fully, “What do you want, Dr. Summers?"

“Hm... well..."

She paused for a moment to glance to the side. Raising her hand, Atsuko gently pushed it through her scarlet hair. It was done up in that professional bun she wore while not working out. Reaching up to the band that kept that bun up, she pulled it out, causing her red hair to--

Fwwwwfff..

Fall free along her head and face.

Raising her hands, Atsuko began pushing them through her hair, tossing it up and causing it to billow in the wind on the rooftop. Franklin – his desires being taunted – grew red in the cheeks as he watched her display. It wasn't outwardly erotic... but damn was it attractive. The glow of her onyx scales and scarlet hair, both caused her body to radiate like the beautiful idol she was.

Before Carlotta and Atsuko, Franklin never thought much about the more toned bodies of the girls around him. He was an athlete, and it wasn't uncommon for the boys and girls basketball teams to practice with one another. Sure, there were a few girls he found attractive in his school's sporting events, like the track star Paris, but that's different from the outwardly and blatant attraction he showed towards the mouse and sharkess. They weren't just women with athletic builds; they were goddesses!

And now this goddess in front of him, her red hair flowing in the wind, and her yellow eyes glowing, locked her gaze upon his face.

“Frankie," she whispered, her voice sonorous and powerful, “Tell me what sexual rehabilitation is."

And Franklin's heart dropped.

Looking up at Atsuko, he read the smile on her lips, a smile that said 'Oh yes, I just asked that'. She knew. She knew what sexual rehabilitation was. If she knew that, then that meant she knew what he and Carlotta had been doing behind her back!

Mouth opening, he tried to answer her question, but only nonsensical babbling came out! He was so alarmed at this revelation, he feared what would happen in his immediate future... and Carlotta's. Would she be fired from her job? Her future career ruined? She said her parents were rich and could write it off, but she also said she didn't want to get in a sexual scandal so early in her life! She may act blasé towards the situation, but a controversy is a controversy; nothing could change that!

No! Nope! He needed to lie. Yeah. That's it! He'd just lie!

“Wh... what... what are you talking about?" Franklin asked.

Or... well... he'd try to lie. No one said his attempt would be good.

Atsuko's face fell flat as she leered at Franklin. He gazed back, face pale and pupils small; like a man who'd been caught red-handed. Showing blatant annoyance with his terrible lie, the sharkess placed her finger on his stomach, then dragged it up his chest, along his neck, to his chin, and 'Flicked!' it off.

“Frankie..." she whispered, “You're a good boy, and good boys don't lie," she then leaned in, causing sweat to drip down his brow, “So. Don't. Lie."

“Ah! I...! Hgnn!" he mumbled back before taking a deep breath, “D-Dr. Summers! I..." he then exhaled, “Well... wh-what do you want me to say? In fact...! H-how did you know?"

“It's not like you and Carlotta were being shy about it," answered the shark, “With the physical therapy wing being devoid of other patients, you two treat it as if it is your own personal hotel. And you two are very brazen about it."

“Aah... when... when did you learn?"

“Since the beginning. I overheard you two in the bathroom a few days ago. Then yesterday you continued it twice; once in the changing room, and again in your room. Once more, you two are very brazen about this... sexual rehabilitation regimen."

“I... Dr. Summers, I don't know what to say, but please don't punish Carlotta for it!" Franklin pleaded, “I don't want her to suffer for... for..."

“You don't want her to suffer the consequences of her own actions?" asked the shark, “The sexual rehabilitation was her idea completely, was it not?"

“I... well..." Franklin nodded, “Y-yeah. It was her idea. B-but still..." he straightened up, “I know it sounds ridiculous, but... H-hey. At the very least..." he gazed to the side whilst chuckling sheepishly, “It feels nice."

“Hm... I bet it does," Atsuko replied sarcastically.

Growing silent, the sharkess reached down towards her cooler and pulled out another bottle of water. Popping its top, she placed it to her lips and started drinking it down. All Franklin could do was gaze up at her, wondering what was going through her mind as she closed her eyes shut and drank the water down.

What was she thinking? Was she going to punish him? Was she going to punish Carlotta regardless? Was she going to say nothing at all? Oh, the anticipation was killing him! Franklin was worried he wasn't saying enough to defend the mouse! But what more could he do? Especially when he's staring down a shark like her!

“Hm... tell me, Frankie," Atsuko tilted her head to the side, “Do you believe the sexual rehabilitation is working?"

He straightened up at her question, looking at her in confusion. She looked back while still wearing that professional and no-nonsense face. This wasn't a joke, nor was it rhetorical; she fully expected an answer.

Looking down, Franklin gazed at his feet. He never paused for a moment to wonder if this sexual rehabilitation was actually working, or if it was just an excuse for Carlotta to fulfill her perverted desires. Well, yeah, it was to fulfill her perverted desires, but that didn't mean it couldn't also help him. But did it help him? Did he feel stronger? Honestly?

Honestly...

“I... I honestly feel like the sexual rehabilitation has been working," he answered earnestly whilst looking at her, “I at least... feel stronger now than I have before. I feel stronger now than I've felt in a long time... since I broke my leg in fact," he paused for a moment as his eyes closed and his body deflated, “I know it sounds ridiculous, and maybe I'm just being crazy, but I really feel like it works. I feel... strong again..."

“Hmmmm..."

Raising her fingers to her chin, Atsuko closed her eyes as she took a thoughtful pose. For several moments she sat there, 'Hmming' and 'Humming' to herself. Franklin looked at her in confusion, wondering and fearing that she'd bring an end to their debauchery. At the very least, he could hope she didn't punish Carlotta too heavily for what she had done.

Instead...

“Prove it..."

Franklin had to do a double take, just to make sure he heard what he thought he heard.

“Wh... what?" he said, watching as Atsuko crossed her arms and straightened up.

“I want you to prove it," she clarified as she glared at him, pinning him beneath her superior and powerful gaze, “You believe in the medical merits of this outlandish sexual rehabilitation? Then prove it. It is easy to say one thing. It's difficult to prove it."

Franklin was left babbling from her statement, causing Atsuko to groan in annoyance. Not giving him the chance to say another word, the sharkess reached out for him, placed her hands on his cheeks, turned his face so that he'd face her, and then--

“Nmph!"

“HMMPH!?"

She kissed him. No warning. No build up. She didn't even take it slow! One moment she was looking him in his eyes with her yellow ones, and the next moment, their lips met in a kiss.

Like any human caught in the grasp of a shark, Franklin immediately locked up in fear and confusion. Atsuko was kissing him. Why was Atsuko kissing him!? Her lips were pressed to his, and – after several more seconds – she pushed his mouth open with her own! Her tongue slipped into his mouth, where it began to grind and twist along his tongue. She tasted of... meat, and... warmth?

“Mmff... Chu~"

“Ghhnn...!"

Pulling back, Franklin appeared dazed and confused, with quivering eyes and red cheeks. Atsuko meanwhile appeared embarrassed yet accepting of what she had done. A part of her couldn't believe what she had done. Franklin was her patient, and honestly, he was almost young enough to be her son! But out of curiosity about this 'sexual rehabilitation' as well as her own admitted sexual desires, Atsuko pushed herself to kiss him.

And... huh... not a half bad kiss. Franklin tasted rather... good. Her tongue even licked along her lips to slurp up the last bits of residing saliva, while he straightened up.

“D-Dr. Summers," said Franklin, “You... kissed me?"

“Astute analysis, Frankie," she said sarcastically whilst pulling her hands back.

“Wh-why'd you kiss me!? Wh-what...?"

“I already told you why," she replied, “You believe in this sexual rehabilitation, do you not? Then I want you to prove it! So..." grabbing her lab coat, she began pulling it open, “We'll do the same thing you do with Carlotta in order to test your strength."

As she opened her lab coat, Atsuko revealed her body beneath. The same blouse, the same pencil skirt, the same pantyhose; all of it he was familiar with having seen it on her plenty of times. But unlike before when he lecherously ogled her, only to look away with shame, now she was presenting her body to him!

Atsuko's body was unlike Carlotta's. Whereas the mouse was compact and thicc, the shark was tall and amazonion. Her body was more proportionate, with her narrow waistline, shapely hips, and busty bosom. She had an amazing posture as well. The way she stood or even sat, she did so with this pumped up back that flaunted her pronounced chest was.

She had a truly amazing body. A body honed and sculpted through years of hard work and self care. And now this body was hanging before him as Atsuko placed her hands on her hips.

What did he do in life to deserve this!?

“Frankie?" said Atsuko, snapping his gaze upwards.

For a woman who initiated this, she came off as proud and standoffish! Atsuko's yellow eyes were the sharpest they had ever been, and she even wore a face of slight annoyance! This was unlike Carlotta, who took glee in the perverted acts they indulged in!

“Why do you hesitate?" asked the sharkess as she tilted her head to the side, “What? Does my body disappoint?"

“Wh-WHAT!?" he snapped back... before – to her shock – launching off of his feet to stand tall before her, “No! Of course not! Dr. Summers, you are beautiful! You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid my eyes upon!"

Atsuko didn't know what shocked her more; the flowery language he used to praise her, or the fact that – ya'know – he was standing on his own! Despite having walked up flight after flight of stairs to the point that he could barely move anymore, Franklin was now standing in front of her with stars in his eyes. It caused her aloof face to shift into surprise, before she took in a deep breath to settle her nerves.

“Oh... well... that is... nice to hear, Frankie," she whispered before taking a deep breath, “I know this may sound sudden and surprising, but I truly am curious about the capabilities of sexual rehabilitation. And considering..." she looked him up and down, “How excitable you are, I can see that it has some merit. But I am not completely convinced So..." she extended her arms, “Do with me what you typically do with Carlotta. I'll judge for myself."

Franklin was a lot of things. Kind. Helpful. Skilled in basketball. And, hey, he's not half bad at Icarue (it's a card game. You've probably never heard of it) either. But something else he was learning about himself now?

He was a sexual tyrannosaurus!

With a level of strength he didn't even know he had, Franklin dove into Atsuko's body, taking her off guard. Now it was his turn to not give any warnings, as his head suddenly dove right between her breasts! Before it was accidental, but now, there was a purpose behind it, a drive, a desire!

Franklin's arms wrapped around her body, hugging her close as he fixed his face between her bosom. Taken aback, Atsuko nearly fell over, but had enough strength to hold herself up, and keep him up as well. Not that he seemed to care.

Atsuko's body was a precious, precious treasure. No, even the word 'treasure' didn't do a good enough job to encapsulate just how wonderful her body was! Marveling at the way she stood, the way she moved, the way she walked, the way she swam, was all like a piece of art that he was being allowed to engage with!

Raising his hands, Franklin placed them up to Atsuko's breasts, where he gripped and lifted them. With hungry, horny hands, he squeezed her breasts through her blouse, causing her back to arch as her body grew stiff. Even with her shirt and bra in the way, he could feel how firm her chest was! This was the body of a goddess, and he was going to see all of it!

Atsuko on the other hand...

“Ahaah~"

It had been a while since she was last touched in such a blatantly erotic manner. This young man desired her, and he was none too shy in expressing this fact. The way his fingers squeezed at her tits, and how he groped them around and around, sent surges through her body.

“I...? Haaah~" Atsuko moaned out, stunned by how hot her body quickly became.

The touches of an amorous young man sent jolts throughout her body, and made her breathing pick up in pace. Around and around in circles he groped her tits, causing her to bite into her bottom lip. Franklin had suddenly grown so confident, as he spared no time in kneading her luscious body. He even cupped her breasts and lifted them, before drawing his fingers down to the buttons in the middle of her blouse.

Mouth agape as a sliver of drool hung from his lips, Franklin undid button after button of her top. Each one caused the garment to grow loose; like the slow reveal in an erotic scene. And once that last button finally slipped free...

Fff...

Atsuko's sculpted body was revealed beneath.

He had seen it before at the pool and in the gym, but the sight of her body still enthralled him. The abs on her toned stomach could grate cheese, and her busty bosom could cradle his head for hours. And with her red, floral bra on her chest to lift her breasts, it was like she was presenting her body for him.

For all of Atsuko's pomp and power, she suddenly felt rather... bashful. Her cheeks were red, and her serrated teeth were clenched. Again, it had been so long since she presented this side of herself to someone, and it left her wondering if she was adequate.

How shameful. A young man was making her question her own skill. Maybe she was the one lacking confidence.

Franklin certainly wasn't. Again proving how brazen he was, the young man placed his hands on Atsuko's sides, and slowly started sliding them upwards. Biting her bottom lip to stifle a moan, the sharkess watched as he slipped his hands beneath her blouse, and pulled it off of her shoulders, revealing her half-naked torso to the rooftop around them.

For a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Franklin drank in the image of Atsuko's amazonian physique. Then came his hands, which he placed on his stomach. The firm muscles of her abs were like smooth armor. Fearlessly, he stroked his fingers and palm along her stomach, while she tensed up.

“Frankie...?" Atsuko whispered, but he didn't even respond.

He was so mesmerized by her body, that her words failed to reach him. All he wanted to do was indulge in her form more. But how does he do that? Well, he'd just copy what he did with Carlotta! She was the only sexual partner he's had thus far, and she liked what they did! So, Franklin moved his head in, and--

Chu!

“Hm!?"

He kissed Atsuko on her stomach.

The sharkess' cheeks turned an intense red as she wore a shocked and perplexed face. Of all the things she expected Franklin to do, the last would be to kiss her abs! And it wasn't just one kiss, but it was multiple! Again and again, he kissed and licked at her stomach, his eyes closed as he focused on his sexual antics. Atsuko opened her mouth to say something, at least questioning why he was doing it. Instead, she felt her knees begin to buckle.

“F-Frankie...! Hhhaaa~"

As he continued kissing her stomach, his hands also continued to grope her body. Gripping her hips, Franklin's hands kneaded and squeezed upon her taut flesh, rolling his palms around her. Then his fingers found the zipper of her pencil skirt, which he slowly pulled down. The sordid sound of the 'Zzzziiiiiiippp...' echoed into Atsuko's ears, causing her eyes to widen. But it was too late

Swiiiip!

The skirt fell to the ground, revealing Atsuko's shapely legs in full, with only her pantyhose to cover them... and the matching pair of red panties she wore.

Hands sliding around towards the sharkess' butt, Franklin squeezed his fingers into her. Atsuko tensed up and groaned, while he learned that her butt was really firm, and shaped like a peach. He lifted her ass, squeezed and tossed it up, while his face came down to wedge itself between her legs.

“Nhghghg!? F-Franklin!?"

Atsuko grew ridged and her eyes swelled in size as Franklin pushed his face between her thighs. Right here, nestled between these perfectly sculpted legs of hers, was her pussy. And even through her panties and pantyhose, he could smell the erotic odor of her womanhood. The foreplay may have been tepid, but the sheer eroticism of the moment was more than enough to make her cunt moist!

Atsuko was up here on the rooftop of her business, with a much younger man – her own patient – currently nuzzled between her legs. Like a hungry and horny male, he was squeezing her body, kissing it, lavishing it with praise and desire, while his eyes gazed upon her with desire. He wanted her. He wanted all of her.

And, dammit, she wanted him too.

Teeth gritted, the shark's more natural instincts began to come through. Fuck, she couldn't believe she was even considering this, but she just couldn't tell her mind 'No'. So she reached down and placed one hand on Franklin's head. To his surprise, she pushed him away... but only so her other hand could slip between her thighs.

Rrrrrriiiiip!

At the tips of Atsuko's hands were claws, and she used one of those claws to tear through her pantyhose, exposing her ruby-red panties. Later on, she'd curse herself for ruining a perfectly serviceable pair of pantyhose, but right now, she couldn't care about any of that.

“Show me," she whispered, “Show me what you've learned from Carlotta."

Wait... was this supposed to be about sexual rehabilitation? Oh well... whatever...

Placing his hands on her thighs again, Franklin gently parted open Atsuko's legs. She herself began to smile as she leaned back, before sitting upon the bench behind her with her legs spread open. There, between her legs was her pussy, with the only garment guarding it being her panties... and even they had a dark stain in the center of them.

Fuck, Atsuko was so damn wet!

Pressing his nose up to that dark stain in the center of her legs, Franklin shamelessly took a heavy whiff of her erotic odor. It was strong; stronger than Carlotta's he'd argue. Something about it was just so... intense!

Intoxicated by his scent, Franklin began to nuzzle and press his face up against Atsuko's mound all the more. Pursing his lips, he pressed kisses along her sculpted thighs, licked it too, all while groaning with desire. A grin adorning her lips, the sharkess lifted one of her legs to drape it upon his shoulder, before gently squeezing him in.

“Haaah~" she moaned as her hand traced up her amazonian body.

Stroking along her abs, Atsuko brought them her hand up towards her chest, where she gripped her breast. With a tight squeeze she groped herself, while her other hand fell down to palm the top of Franklin's head.

Her yellow eyes were locked on him, her tongue hungrily licking the air. His every kiss, his every lick, his every nibble, sent blood pumping through her body. She did likewise as she slipped her hand under her bra and pulled it off with a 'Snap!' exposing her tits to the rooftop around them. Shapely and busty, it wasn't like Carlotta's wide bust, instead being more curvaceous and mature. And her nipples... they weren't pink, or brown, or any shade that makes sense for a human like him. It was instead gray.

Inverted, gray nipples. Oh...

Atsuko stroked her palm along her chest, gripping her firm breasts and squeezing them as Franklin continued to kiss her. Each kiss kept bringing him deeper between her legs and closer towards her crotch. Once again he pressed his nose up against her panties, where he again took a heavy whiff of her erotic odor.

But this time Atsuko reached down. Slipping her finger into her panties, she pulled it aside to reveal--

“Haaah~"

Her pink pussy.

Franklin paused for a moment as he gazed upon her toned folds. So strong and smooth, while glistening with this clear honey that oozed down her thighs and upon the bench beneath her. Its shape was different from Carlotta's, being more mature, but no less beautiful. Gazing upon it was like staring into the gates of Paradise itself.

A bit melodramatic, yes... but no less true.

“Nmph!"

“OH!? F-FRANKIE!?"

She wasn't expecting him to dive right into her pussy. Honestly, Franklin wasn't expecting it himself. It was just something he... did. He was aware of oral, having experienced it from Carlotta, and having seen it during... ahem... certain nighttime events. Cunnilingus is what's it called, right?

Eeehh...

Opening his mouth, Franklin pressed it up against Atsuko's mound. Her taste quickly oozed into her maw, tasting of... seafood. It danced on his tongue, drawing a lurid moan from his lips as he began lapping at her cunt. There was no style, no finesse with his cunnilingus; he was just... licking. But, damn, did those licks have strength to it.

The sharkess groaned as she straightened up, her yellow eyes locked on Franklin's head. Keeping her hand on him, her folds twitched around his tongue as he stimulated her folds. The licks, the suckles, the lurid drinking of her nectar; all of it triggered pleasure throughout her body.

He was so fucking courageous, so fucking confident. It wasn't just licking, it was the pushing as well. Despite having never done such a thing before, he was able to locate Atsuko's pussy with his tongue, mirroring what he'd do with his cock. Deep into her cunt he pushed his tongue, spreading apart her toned folds as best he could. It was difficult... but not impossible.

Oh, the ridges of her folds. They gripped and groped his tongue, milking it off like he was actually fucking her. As his tongues stroked along her pussy...

“Haaha~ Oooh~ Hnnghhh ~~! F-Franklinnn~~ Nmphh~"

Atsuko filled the air with her lewd and mature moans.

Looking up at the sharkess, Franklin watched her face melt with the pleasure she was feeling. It was different from Carlotta. The gym rat was so rambunctious, that even in sex she would be laughing and chortling. But Atsuko was more refined than that, so the pleasure she was feeling was more mature than that. These womanly moans, the subtle twitching of her body; it was all so delicate and restrained, yet no less mesmerizing.

Franklin wanted to see more of it.

Shlop!

“Haaah~? F-Franklin?"

To Atsuko's shock and confusion, he stopped licking her pussy. Her honey oozing from his lips and chin, Franklin slowly rose up to look at Atsuko. She gazed back at him, shocked as he rose slowly up her body. Further showing his confidence, he pursed his lips and began kissing along her stomach, where he trailed up towards her chest. There he stopped, just so he could--

Plap!

“Hnmph!"

“Haah!?"

Dive his face between her tits!

Shamelessly, Franklin pursed his lips to capture one of Atsuko's nipples between his lips. He had once heard that inverted nipples were more sensitive than normal nipples... though he wasn't sure if that's true or just the random rambles of fellow teenage boys.

He was going to find out!

Biting and nibbling upon Atsuko's bosom, Franklin sucked on her shark tits as hard as he could to hopefully dig her nipple out of its hold. Taken aback, the sharkess arched her back and clutched his head, all while crying out to the heavens with a--

“Yeeeesssss~~~"

Fuck, it had been so damn long! How many times was that thought going to run through her head? Suddenly, all those hours she spent in her office room weren't worth it when she could be indulging in her body like this!

And all because of this young man.

Franklin's lustful sucking was intense, drawing on her nipple until it was plugged between his teeth and lips. His tongue too lapped at her gray flesh, feeling the nub grow harder and harder as his spit oozed from the creases of his lips. Mouth agape, a sharp cry of ecstasy left Atsuko as she gripped Franklin's head. But he wasn't going to stop here.

While he furiously suckled from her dry tit, his hand slipped down her illustrious body once again. Fingers danced along her abs, came down to her pelvis, then once again slipped between her thighs. He was going off of instinct alone, allowing it to dictate his body and pace as he started stroking his fingers along her folds.

Even after eating her out, her cunt was once again strong and resilient. Her labia folds pushed against his fingers, forcing him to start swiping his finger left and right to work her open. Crooning her neck, Atsuko let out another moan, while Franklin finally started working his middle finger into her sweltering cunt.

“Oh~!?"

The sharkess bucked, her hips thrusting forward to push his finger deeper into her cunt. Her tight folds wrapped around him, squeezing and milking his digit off. The ridges of her pussy all stroked along him, while he buried his digit all the way down to the knuckle! Then came the twisting and turning as he wildly flailed his finger about within her!

Each turn, each slide, each swivel, all triggered these lewd 'Slurps!' and 'Squelch!' noises that continued building louder and louder. And with that finger, he worked her cunt open wider and wider! Soon, he was even able to work in another digit as he pushed his index finger in alongside his middle finger! Together, the both of them fingered her cunt at a wicked pace, getting faster and faster as he continued working over her cunt!

Clenching her teeth and closing her eyes, deep, womanly moans left Atsuko's lips and hot air blew through her nostrils. Fuck, he was fingering her so damn good! The thrusting, the turning, the twisting! It was all so damn relentless! He wasn't even that good at it! Anyone could tell this was his first time fingering someone like this! So why did it feel so fucking--

“GOOD!? NNGGHH ~~~! HAAAHHAA~~!"

Atsuko felt weak in her limbs. From the fingering to the tit sucking, she just couldn't keep herself upright anymore! All the pleasure seized hold over her body, causing her to fall back upon the bench she sat upon.

Thud!

Franklin was so obsessed with fingering her and sucking from her tits, that he almost fell forward with her. Almost. Instead he sat there, panting as spit and sweat slipped from his lips, and her glistening honey oozed from his fingers. Looking at those cum-soaked digits, he plugged it into his mouth and sucked it clean, indulging in her taste once more. Then his eyes looked over, falling on Atsuko.

The sharkess laid on the bench, panting for breath as trembles raced through her form. Hanging above her, Franklin drank in the image of her vulnerable body, while his cock throbbed with an intense pain. He could barely contain himself; he needed to unleash his desires!

He was going to prove that this sexual rehabilitation wasn't just a farce!

Dragging her arm along her sweaty brow, Atsuko tossed some hair back from her face, while the sound of a 'Slllliiiiddeee...' started echoing through her ears. Oh... Franklin was pulling down his shorts. Just hearing it without seeing it was enough to make her bite into her bottom lip. She tried to restrain some of her lusts... but it wasn't working. If anything, her pussy was throbbing even more.

With a sigh, Atsuko dropped her arm from her face and gazed forward. She came face to face with Franklin's cock.

It stood before her, hovering in the air as the sunlight from above caused it to cast a shadow on her face. The lusts of a young man; she was familiar with it as a medical professional. But as a woman? Well, things were a little different. To see this throbbing member hang without support all on its own, all those veins strewn along its sides, his heavy balls swaying between his legs, and with a pearl of precum at the tip to top it off; it all sent shudders down Atsuko's spine. Putting it simply, his cock was marvelous!

It was also daunting.

She is a shark, yes, and he is a human... but admittedly, Atsuko was a bit... 'out of practice' as it were. It really had been a long time since she last had sex with a capable partner. And, sure, Franklin may not be the most capable, but he had clearly learned many things from Carlotta during their trysts.

Franklin was stronger now than he had been before. The sexual rehabilitation had built up his stamina, and returned strength to areas of his body that had atrophied since his injury. And now, that fit and strong young man at the zenith of his power, was going to absolutely fuck her.

But first...

Franklin got down on his knees before Atsuko once again, taking her aback. Once more approaching her pussy with his face, he placed his hands on her thighs to gently rub and coax them open. She fidgeted, clenched her teeth too, knowing exactly what was going to come.

“N-no," Atsuko moaned, “Don't do that ag--"

“Nmph..."

“Ooohh~! Fuck...!"

Once more, Franklin launched his mouth upon Atsuko's cunt. Eyes closed and face one of desire, he lapped and ate out her folds, his tongue stroking upon her while his lips kissed her. Teeth still cinched, a sliver of drool hung from the sharkess' lips as she laid flat on the bench, her legs opening wider to let him have complete access to her sweltering folds.

He was passionate, with desire flowing through every aspect of his body. He didn't eat her out as furiously as he had before, but that didn't make his cunnilingus any less powerful or wonderful. The sheer desire and even love he showed through his mouth, could be felt with every lick, kiss, suckle, and nibble against her pussy. All of which traveled up towards Atsuko's face, who could barely keep thinking straight.

Fuck! Why was she so weak? She should be better than this! But this damn young man was so easily capable of finding all of her weak spots! It must be his perceptive nature as a basketball player. You don't get the ball down the court without noticing gaps in your opponent's defenses. And Franklin showed no problem with seizing upon all of Atsuko's gaps!

It brought him up and up towards that nub that stood out from the top of her mound; her clit. And as drool and hunger hung from his lips, he opened his mouth wide, and--

“BITE!"

“KRRAAHHAHAHAAHAA-HAAAAH~~~!?"

SQQUIRRRRTTT!

Huh... so this is what Atsuko's orgasm was like. It was different from Carlotta's. A lot thicker. A lot stronger too. But it was shorter. But only because...

SQUIRT! SQUIIRRTT! SQUUUUURRRRRTT!

She shot out several streams of orgasmic fluids.

All of it cascaded upon Franklin's face, who sat there before her cunt with his eyes closed and mouth wide. Catching as much of her orgasm as he could, he indulged in the taste of her body, moaning as it danced on his tongue and flowed down his throat. Even the odor was intoxicating as her scent stuck to his nose.

During it all, Atsuko saw nothing but stars and hearts. Her back had arched completely off of the bench, she gave a cry of desire from her gaping mouth, and her pussy continued to sputter its cream all over Franklin's face. It was so short – just barely under six or so seconds – but it felt so long.

And so amazing!

As sweat dripped off her body and her cries died out, Atsuko collapsed on the bench. Her eyes closed shut, she was panting desperately for breath while her mind struggled to reboot following her orgasm.

It was probably redundant by now, but it had been a while since she last had an orgasm. Not just a strong orgasm, but any orgasm. Being sexually active just wasn't something she cared to do.

Franklin was making her rethink that however.

Franklin...

Opening one of her yellow eyes, the sharkess stared up to the young man as he prepared himself to mount her. His thick, fat cock was standing up on its own, throbbing as it brimmed with vitality and blood. This was it; there was no more foreplay that was necessary. Hell, if they indulged in any more foreplay, he'd probably die!

Okay, a bit of an exaggeration...

Nevertheless, Franklin made it clear that he was going to fuck her. Hard. And, damn, she was ready for it. Her pussy also throbbing with nectar oozing from her folds, Atsuko just couldn't wait anymore.

Rubbing her thighs, Franklin spread her legs open further while he fitted himself between them. He then grabbed his cock by the base, and started tapping it against the sharkess' moist mount. Each tap drew a moan from her lips; she was brimming with desire and need. But right before he could angle everything up and finally take her, she paused and swallowed her spit.

A wayward thought came to mind; something Carlotta said to him, and something she had heard through the door. What was it again? Oh... right.

“F-Frankie..." said Atsuko... before she tensed up to regain some modicum of her professionalism, “I want you to fuck my cunt. Like... really fuck my cunt! Fucking rut me like a fucking machine! And I don't want you to stop until you can't keep going, got it!?"

There was a sternness in her voice. It was less like Carlotta who spoke with that rambunctious nature of hers. No, Atsuko spoke more like a drill sergeant! She wasn't going to take any less than his best, so he'd better give it to her!

In reality, she felt so fucking embarrassed even saying that!

Franklin didn't.

Angling everything up correctly, Franklin kept one hand on Atsuko's pelvis to keep her steady, and started guiding his dick forward. The head of his dick pressed up against her folds and started pushing, spreading her folds around his girth. Immediately, the sharkess let out a deep, crooning moan as she felt his length plunge into her body. His tongue was one thing, his fingers something else, but his cock? It was so damn big! Deeper and deeper it delved, prying apart her tight walls as he buried his cock down to the hilt! He didn't stop, couldn't stop, not until finally--

Pat...

Their hips touched.

For several moments, Franklin and Atsuko sat there, indulging in the feelings of their joined bodies. For the sharkess, she could only focus on how full she felt. Why was his cock so big for someone as young as him? Was he just blessed with a large endowment?

Yes...

As she got used to his generous girth, Atsuko laid flat on the bench, panting and groaning as her cunt suckled around his dick. And what a tight cunt it was. The tightness of her pussy was only rivaled by the tightness of Carlotta's! Admittedly... that's not as big a deal as one would think it is, since he's only slept with Carlotta and Atsuko. To Franklin however, this was wonderful.

Carlotta and Atsuko were both goddesses, and he was given the chance to make love to both of them. As he sat there in her cunt, he let out a deep moan; deeper than any he had given thus far. Then his brown eyes slowly slid up, drinking in the elegant body of the sharkess in front of him. All of those curves, those straights, and those toned muscles, along with her narrow waist and her bountiful breasts. Atsuko was perfection, and she deserved nothing less but his best.

His best. Ah... what did she say before? The same words as Carlotta, right? To rut her like a fucking machine? Then so be it! He'll prove the medical merits of sexual rehabilitation if it's the last thing he does!

Gritting his teeth, Franklin leaned up and steeled his body. As his athletic figure loomed over her, Atsuko braced herself for the incoming impacts. She made no attempts to convince herself that he was going to go easy on her, especially when she specifically requested that he didn't. All she could do was take in a deep breath...

And enjoy the ride!

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!

“KRRAAHH-HAAAHAHAA~~~!?"

Such a unique sound. The 'THAPS!' that echoed when his body slammed into hers, was different from the 'PATS!' or 'THWAPS!' that would sound off when he fucked Carlotta. It must have been because Carlotta was a mouse who was covered in fur. Atsuko meanwhile was a shark, covered in the smooth and elegant scales of her well-honed body.

Though to be honest, he did a poor job focusing on the sounds.

His hips a blur of speed and power, Franklin pounded his cock deep into Atsuko's cunt. The toned lips of her pussy gripped around his dick, holding firm due to how strong she was, while also squeezing upon him with his every thrust. Again and again and again on the rooftop of the hospital, he fucked the mature sharkess while his strong muscles tensed, and he clinched his teeth. He was fucking her so deep, that even his balls were smacking up against his ass!

And Atsuko felt all of it!

His hips were so fucking strong! They pounded against her pelvis with a relentless aggression, giving her no time to breathe before she was slammed into again! And such firm hips they were! It was like steel was matted in flesh; they absolutely refused to bend or break!

“Krrrrgh! Khaaah~! Krraah~! Haaah~~~!"

Atsuko's erotic cries continued mounting, flowing without end while Franklin continued fucking her. Deeper and deeper he fucked, refusing to let up on his aggressive thrusting. Even when the pleasure began gripping him, begging him to slow down and enjoy himself for a moment, he refused to do so. Why? Because of the sexual rehabilitation of course! This wasn't pleasure for pleasure's sake! This was an exercise! And he'd treat it like any exercise!

Franklin's grip on Atsuko's hips increased, squeezing tight on his body as he started leaning forward. More and more his hips thrusted into her, pounding into her pussy at such a great pace and with such great strength that waves were sent roaring throughout her. From her pussy, up her toned abs, and towards her great tits; it all bounced! But more than that, the sharkess' mouth was in this slutty 'O', and her yellow eyes were squinted.

Her yellow eyes also had little hearts in them.

Atsuko's pussy was like a vice: desperately squeezing and clamping around his dick to milk and draw out his orgasm as hard as she could. If Franklin was in a better state of mind, he'd know how stupid this was. At least Carlotta had the flimsy excuse of it being her 'safe' day; what excuse did Atsuko have? She didn't give any, and he wasn't asking for one either. He just couldn't stop!

“GUH!"

PLAP!

“KRROOOH~~"

Suddenly falling forward, Franklin wedged his head between Atsuko's tits, while his hips continued pounding his dick inside of her. In response, the sharkess reached up her legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking him in place. There was nowhere Franklin could go anymore; the only place he could be was balls-deep in her cunt!

THAPTHAPTHAPTHAPTHAPTHAPTHAPTHAPTHAP!!!

Harder and faster he slammed his dick into her pussy. Sweat flew from their bodies, while Atsuko's slutty juices splattered from her cunt. As she howled with pleasure and embraced his head deeper into her cleavage, he felt his limit approaching fast. Maybe all that sex with Carlotta had built up his stamina; he lasted a lot longer than he thought he would! But now it was all rushing towards that blissful crescendo. He had brought Atsuko to climax already; now it was his turn! And with how wound up he had been thus far, it was going to be a big one!

Just. One. More...

THAAAP!

“KRRAAHHH!?"

Followed by a...

“NNGH!"

SPLORT! SPLURRRT! SPOORRT!

“KRRRGHGHH~~!"

Sensory overload.

Atsuko's eyes squinted in and grew cross, her teeth were clenched, drool oozed from her lips, and her pussy outright exploded. Around Franklin's cock, the sharkess unleashed her feminine orgasm, squirting juices that marred his dick and balls. At the same time, her pussy was turned into a white-hot sauna as his cum soaked down deep into every inch of her body.

But what she thought would be one, two, or even three blasts of seed, transformed into several.

GLORP! GLURRP!

“NNGH!? H-how did~? Haah~!"

Her pussy was too damn tight! It kept milking off Franklin's cock, drawing his orgasm out even longer. Like a greedy bitch, she suckled his spunk down straight from his balls, refusing to let any of it go to waist. All of his sperm – all of it – was going right into her pussy, and nowhere else!

It seemed to go on for an eternity, their orgasms. The milk, the moaning, the stroking, the cumming. But what felt like minutes at the very least, was probably only a few seconds at the most. And when it was over...

“Ugh~!"

“Haah...!"

The two collapsed, being nothing more than sweaty limbs of flesh and scales.

Franklin laid upon Atsuko's body, his head wedged between her tits. While he had built up quite a lot of confidence due to his trysts with Carlotta, the sharkess was still capable of draining him thoroughly. But when he weakly looked up to gaze towards her face, he realized he wasn't the only one who was thoroughly drained... or satisfied.

A sweaty smile laid on Atsuko's lips as her yellow eyes met Franklin's brown ones. He appeared more sheepish, but chuckled to hopefully lighten the still erotic and tense air that floated between them. When he did move, it wasn't to speak, but to instead bring his lips close to hers so that he may--

“Nmph..."

“Mmphh~"

Arms wrapped around his neck and his doing likewise, the two met into a slow yet passionate kiss. Tongues ground against tongues and their bodies did likewise, while their embrace slowly started to loosen. After several seconds of lewd 'Mmffs' and lewder 'Smacks!', the two pulled away from one another with a bridge of drool hanging between them.

“So... how was that...?" asked Franklin.

Atsuko paused for a moment as her expression grew thoughtful.

“I'm not sure," she said, “I still need some convincing. Let us return to your room for a more... thorough examination."

“Oh... oh man..."

…

“Tch... you're late, Carlotta."

“Who are you, my Mom? C'mon..."

Her name was Vivian North. She was a witty and sardonic young woman, the type of gal who could easily pierce armory with her silver tongue. She was also a nurse at Sacred Hope hospital, and – more importantly – she was Carlotta's superior.

The gym rat sighed as she entered the locker room. Around her were other nurses – some coming, some going – of various species. The one in front of her specifically was a bunnygirl – being half human, half hair – with two-toned blonde hair. She may not have been the tallest nurse around, but she still held clout among many others due to her seniority... and her personality.

“Look, I know you're having fun on your day off, but do try to keep up some level of professionalism," said the hare with dismissive wave of her hand, “You only have one patient to take care of, Carlotta, so please, try to help out Dr. Summers."

“I know, 'Moooommm'," she replied sarcastically, causing the bunnygirl to scoff at her.

“Yeah... whatever..." she muttered as she turned to face her own locker.

As she bunnygirl turned away to head to her own locker, Carlotta gave an exasperated groan to face her own. Opening it up, she pulled out her uniform then stuffed her backpack of things within, before she started to change into her uniform. While it was annoying to get chewed out by Vivian – minor though it was – she did understand where the bunnygirl was coming from. Dr. Summers was a very hardworking member of the faculty, and while she only had to tend to Franklin today, that didn't make her work any less difficult.

But, no, that's not completely true. While Carlotta respected Atsuko greatly, and didn't want to cause her any unnecessary stress... the gym rat was more worried about Franklin than anything else. He'd have to deal with Atsuko's grueling regimen all by himself! Who knows what terrible things the shark made him do!

But that's okay! Now that Carlotta was here, she would give Franklin all the TLC he deserved!

Once changed into her uniform and her things stowed away, Carlotta started heading for the physical therapy ward. Already she could imagine Franklin's face when she walked through the door! Cute kid would probably be desperate for a hug from her... among other things.

Well that's okay! Cuz Carlotta was more than ready to--

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!

Nothing. Carlotta was ready to do nothing. How could she do something when she came to the door and gazed through its window? It would appear as if she wasn't the only person taking advantage of how empty the physical therapy wing was...

Through the window of the door, Carlotta saw the naked body of Atsuko. The sharkess' amazonian form was glistening with sweat among other fluids, while the sunset skies illuminated her through the windows. Up and down she bounced, her red hair flowing, her breasts bouncing too, all while her yellow eyes remained locked on the young man she rode.

A young man who's hands were on the shark's waist, gripping her tight as her pussy was wrapped around his dick. Smiling, he looked up at the beautiful sharkess who rode upon him, while his hips thrusted up in sync with her bounces. He too was layered in sweat which made his toned body glisten, while his thick cock pumped in and out of her snatch.

Wearing a face of shear shock and bewilderment, Carlotta stood at the door, watching as Atsuko and Franklin fucked on his hospital bed. The two were so consumed with their illicit rendezvous, that they didn't even know she was there... nor did they care! How could they when the sounds of their panting and moaning was loud enough to echo through the door... if it wasn't already beaten out by the sound of their melding bodies.

Now, there were many questions one could ask right now. The first and foremost being--

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WHILE I WAS AWAY!?

But Carlotta didn't scream it out at the top of her lungs like she wanted to. The mouse was so overwhelmed with shock, that all she could do was stand there with her eyes wide and mouth small, watching as her superior fucked their patient.

She wanted to open the door and barge in on the two... but she didn't. Instead she pulled away, then turned around to face the wall behind her. Still incredibly confused and stunned by what she saw, the gym rat figured it would probably be best to just... leave.

Yes, that's it. She'd leave. She'd just leave and... uh... go wait in the physical therapy ward's lounge. Ya'know. Give them all the time they need.

But don't think for a second she was just going to forget all of this happened. She was going to get to the bottom of this...

In more ways than one.