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After meeting Tanya just one time, Dom was already convinced that he didn't like her.

Their only encounter came at the behest of Naomi, who felt that Tanya might hold the key to breaking the resilient coyote. Her methods were as highly effective as Naomi predicted, and the combination of the tigress and lioness working at his body and mind was more than he could ultimately handle.

In his moments of privacy, Dom was still eating his crow and swallowing down lumps of regret; even if he tried to pretend or argue that he didn't mean what he said, he couldn't take it back, and some part of him was starting to believe that his dedication to the captain of the Pridestalker was sincere.

He wanted it to be forced, but what he wanted was the last thing that mattered on the ship.

"And just what bidding do you have for me today, Naomi?"

Being able to address her by the her first name instead of "Captain" or "Mistress" was already a step in a softer direction for the lioness, who could have forced Dom to call her whatever she ordered. To hear him say her name, even when there was a hint of venom dripping from every letter of it, was a pleasure that she refused to deny herself.

"You have been quite the busy little canine aboard my ship, and I know the rest of the crew appreciates the breaks that your presence affords," Naomi offered a sincere compliment, rare as those were from her. "However, I need to be sure that I'm not pushing you too hard. I've arranged for you to meet with Tanya today so you can get a routine physical...and pending the results, we'll either dial back your workload, or increase it substantially."

An honest personality meant that Dom wouldn't be able to hide the truth of his health from Tanya, but his displeasure at the thought emerged first. "And I'm supposed to believe that she's going to provide you with honest answers?"

"I know you don't approve of her methods, but Tanya does take her profession very seriously. If there's actually something wrong with you, I'd prefer to know about it now before I invest anymore time in you..."

"Gee, makes me feel like I might not be completely expendable."

Naomi would have sighed, but she was in her right of mind after her own treatment from Tanya. She truly did care about Dom's wellbeing, but she couldn't admit it to him so directly when he was still on his knees and bound to the walls of a prison cell.

"You do provide some services that no one else on the ship is qualified to handle," Naomi agreed. "And I plan to have you provide them for a very long time...so stand your whiny ass up and come with me."

In his first months on the ship, Dom would have immediately rejected the idea and taken the minutes, or even hours of abuse that came after for insulting the lioness aboard her own ship.

As he was slowly domesticated by the vicious captain, he could only sigh quietly and stand up, knowing that there was a greater reward in obeying her request than there was a punishment for ignoring it.

"Fine, but I still don't trust her, Naomi."

"That's Captain when we're around the others," Naomi reminded him. She removed the cuffs from his ankles as he stood upright, but made sure to cross his arms behind his back and bind them at the wrist before she opened the door. "Every ounce of privilege you've earned on this ship can be revoked in an instant if you forget to respect me in front of my crew."

Dom only made the mistake of flaunting his newfound status as a pet one time; his inability to sit or walk in a straight line for a couple days thereafter was a scab too fresh to be picked at.

**

"You really paraded him around the ship in just those? If they were any tighter, they'd just rip at the seams!"

Black briefs that were at least one size too small were the common attire for Dom, and though others couldn't help stopping and staring when he was walked past them, there was a mix of those who were envious of his position, and envious of Naomi for getting to harvest the bulge beneath whenever she wanted.

"Gotta remind him of his place on the totem pole," Naomi confirmed. "He may just be an object, but he's my object, and I like people to know that I have nice things from time to time."

"A captain has to maintain her status, doesn't she?"

"Of course...but the status of my crew is equally important, Tanya. That's why I need you to give my little pet a once over today."

The tigress was already pointing her tail up light a struck lightning rod, buzzing with delight at the thought. "And just what does that entail, Captain?"

"A routine physical and the standard battery of tests and immunizations should cover just about everything," Naomi suggested, "But do feel free to be extra thorough if you're worried that he's hiding something. I want him in tip-top shape for the duration of his stay on the Pridestalker."

"All that time spent on his knees might be giving him arthritis...and he certainly doesn't get to move around enough. I'll run him through the gauntlet and provide you with a list of suggestions to keep him in good health, Captain."

"I trust that you will, Tanya. Make sure he comes back to me in one piece, hm?"

Dom knew that they were never this professional around each other, so much that he started to wonder who they were putting on a front for. "Can do, Captain. One piece, checked up and good as new."

There was a knowing glance shared between the pair of felines as Naomi stopped at the door to the medical bay and popped her hip just a little bit as she turned the corner. Dom would have been blind not to notice it, but he wasn't allowed to stop and stare at the tight, squeezing leather that wrapped so perfectly around Naomi's rear.

Tanya was already starting his examination, even if he wasn't aware of it.

"This will go a lot faster if you turn and face me, lover boy," Tanya mocked him right off the bat as she cupped the underside of his jaw and forcibly turned his head. "It's quite a plump, juicy backside to stare at, but I'm sure that she'll be drowning you under it again in no time."

"You assume that she treats me a lot better than she actually does," Dom replied. "Is this the part where I open my mouth and try not to gag on a tongue depressor?"

Tanya was gazing so deep into his eyes that he felt like the tint of her irises could stain his sclera. "You're wasting your time if you really think that I don't know everything that goes on between the two of you. All the abuse you had to put up with aside, she treats you like a damned prize possession now, little yote..."

Dom gulped as her grip tightened on his jaw.

"So if there's anything you think I don't know, you'd better just throw that notion out the window," she carried on. "And if you're gagging on something this evening, it's not gonna be a popsicle stick, honey."

"And here she was just telling me that you take your work seriously."

"I'm a medical professional first and foremost, but just because I find you in good health doesn't mean that I have to let you leave," Tanya claimed. "I could just find something weird in your bloodwork and decide that you have to be quarantined for a while, and no one would ever question it...not even your precious Naomi."

"She's smart enough to come and do something about it if you decide to act out of line," Dom muttered. Knowing that the ordeal would be over quicker the sooner he got started, he shook his chin from her grip and took a seat on the examination table in the seemingly docile room. "Do your worst."

"Out of line, little yote?" Tanya dabbed a small pad with rubbing alcohol and smoothed it over a spot on his arm, before preparing a small air gun with a pair of needles. "You heard your captain; she told me to be thorough, and I plan to be just that...in every extent of the word."

There was no warning for the strange, internal pressure that came as the pair of needles stabbed into Dom's arm. He winced, but just as quick as the pain came, it was gone, though a familiar itch radiated from the site of the penetration.

He resisted the terrible urge to scratch it as Tanya placed a small vial into a machine that was resting under some cabinets.

"That's a pretty clever device," Dom wanted to create small talk, hoping it would move things along. "Immunizations and a quick blood draw all at once?"

"Advancements in modern medicine have blessed us with some pretty incredible technology," Tanya replied. "And it only takes minutes to scan your blood for any concerning pathogens or blood-borne illnesses...though so far, everything is coming up negative."

"That's a relief."

"You're not out of the water just yet, Dom. There's still about a minute left of the scan, and I've still got an entire physical to run on you."

Knowing from his days in the Space Patrol that he was clean as a whistle, Dom wasn't worried about anything coming up on the test, but he was starting to get concerned with the itch that was spreading out from his arm. The entire room was heating up rapidly around him, but Tanya didn't seem to notice it; he did all he could not to start into a panic as his thoughts pointed to a logical conclusion.

"Does that physical include a check for allergic reactions?"

"Why?"

"My arm won't stop itching, and it's...it's going up into head and down into...m-my crotch," he stammered, as something between irritation and arousal began spreading out from the warmth of his sheath. "I think there was something funky in that needle you just gave me!"

"Just a standard immune booster," Tanya claimed. "I don't know what you think could be allergic to in here...it's the only sterile room on the whole ship!"

She was being too carefree about his response. If she truly cared about his wellbeing and the standards of her profession, she would have responded with some haste and concern.

Dom couldn't help feeling insulted by her casual smile and lackadaisical manner as she rummaged through the drawers on her desk.

"It's still screwing with my body, whatever it was. It's...probably not normal to be popping a boner right now, is it?"

He could just see enough of her muzzle to spy fangs poking out of her grin as she started to turn. "That's not normal at all, Dom. It sounds like you are having an adverse reaction to the booster shot after all! I'd better take some precautionary measures."

There was no way that Dom could trust her to look after him, knowing that she'd put something extra into the injection. He tried to stand up from the table and run to the door, but the secondary effect of the serum quickly took hold as his legs went to sleep.

He pushed up on his wrists, but all of his muscles were moving toward a state of perfect relaxation, any pain or soreness rapidly fading from them at the cost of their inability to function.

"The...the fuck did you do to me...?"

Even his jaw went slack for a moment as leather straps were bound around his ankles, keeping them tight against the flat of the examination table. "My full, thorough physicals can be a bit too intense for the average patient. I know you've got a little extra tolerance for pain just based on seeing you with Naomi, but I didn't want to take any chances."

What little struggle Dom could force was easily wiped out as Tanya pulled a straitjacket from her desk. Hardly able to move his arms in the first place, the coyote created a greater struggle with his inability to aid Tanya in getting his arms into the restraining garment, but the tigress wasn't even slightly deterred by the need for extra effort.

She was grinning wider still at the thought of Dom giving her a better fight than he was capable of, right then.

"A routine physical, huh...?" Dom asked, his voice distant and groggy as lewd fantasies assaulted his thoughts, the sight of Naomi's backside engraved on his mind's eye.

Tanya still wasn't quite done with his bondage, as little as he could move. His body was completely trapped, but she still eased him down flat to his back, knowing that he wouldn't be able to wiggle upright even if he wanted to. "Maybe it's not what you would call routine. I'd say there's more emphasis on the physical aspect," she explained. "Trust me, I'm doing all of this for your safety, Dom. If I were to let you free right now, you'd hunt Naomi down and fuck her silly in front of a crowd...and I don't think you'd survive the backlash from that."

She was implanting fantasies in his mind as his bulge continued to stretch and strain at the tight, uncomfortable briefs at his waist. Blood was rushing to his cock, engorging it so rapidly that his entrapment bordered on painful, rather than just being unpleasant.

"What I'm doing right now is saving your sorry ass, Dom. The least you could do is be thankful for it, but I know that giving thanks isn't really your specialty," Tanya murmured, her voice tickling over his sensitive ears and making them fold back with need as he wiggled against his restraints. "Your moans tell me what your words refuse to say, however...and even with this in place, I'll still be able to hear them."

More of a precaution than anything else, Dom shouldn't have been surprised to feel a large, thick plastic ball settle against his lips, but as his muscles continued to prevent any true resistance, his muzzle opened easily around the lump and allowed it to slide into place, filling his maw and forcing saliva to trickle down from the corners of his jowls.

If anyone happened to walk by the secret wing of the medical bay, they'd never have any idea the torture that Dom was enduring as Tanya pulled the straps tight around the back of his head and tied them into place. A kiss upon the center of his head was uncharacteristically generous of her, as if she was granting him an apology before the assault she was planning for his flesh.

"You used to think that those rare, blessed orgasms that Naomi granted you were the greatest relief you'd ever known, I bet," she whispered into his ear as she pressed a button on the side of the examination table. A large, empty cylinder came forth on a swivel arm, hovering over his covered, pulsing length, but it didn't settle down upon his body just yet. "Why don't you think about pumping your seed inside of her while my precious little machine does all the rest, hm?"

Even through his briefs, the tube might have been able to milk a climax out of him, but Tanya wouldn't have been satisfied with that.

She needed pure samples.

"That's it. Just relax and let me guide you in...just the way that you wish Naomi would," Tanya was masterful at setting the scene for her patients once they were drunk with lust, and access to the majority of the security cameras on the ship meant that she was aware of the things that Dom said about Naomi when he didn't think anyone was around to hear it. For some reason, the foolish canine believed that there was still a sensual part to Naomi that he might someday experience if he ever made it far enough into her good graces...and that fantasy was exactly what Tanya would focus on, as she slipped a claw along the front of his briefs, slicing through them with measured ease.

The interior of the tube was artificially warmed for the sake of the user, keeping in line with the fantasy that Dom couldn't escape from. In his mind, it was Naomi that was beneath him, her legs wrapped around him and her womanhood spread just enough that he could watch his tip disappear within her delicate folds...

...It wasn't reality, but smooth, velvety walls within the tube kept his mind fooled as Tanya fastened the milking device into place.

"She's _desperate_for you, y'know. Just one touch and she's already starting to clench up around you," Tanya punctuated the fantasy with the push of a button, forcing the pliable walls of the masturbating sleeve to give his shaft a delicate squeeze. "She isn't going to last long, Dom...and she doesn't want you to hold back. She wants to feel your cum inside of her womb...she thinks you're worthy."

If not for the pleasure she was granting him physically, Tanya's act could nearly be considered mental torture; Dom would remember everything when it was all said and done, but he'd come back to reality knowing that his dreams had been just that, leaving him no closer to his goal than when he first accepted his fate aboard the Pridestalker.

Tanya was sure he'd complain about that when the drugs wore off, but right then, his expression was stupefied, dripping with ecstasy and making it clear that he wouldn't deny the Naomi of his dreams the cumshot she so desperately lusted after.

The milking tube was just starting to pump against Dom's twitching member when precum began pooling near the end, easing down from the delightfully canine tip and giving Tanya the kind of show that she never took for granted. She always took advantage of her position in the workplace and she knew that there was nowhere else in the galaxy that such behavior would be allowed, but in turn, she always took genuinely wonderful care of her patients when they came to her with legitimate health issues.

Dom had no idea how much Tanya campaigned for his health when he was starting to wither away in his cell; in her mind, this was simply her way of calling in a tab that he didn't know he owed her.

"She's crying out for it...can't you hear her?" Tanya used every resource available to her as she placed a single earbud in the depths of Dom's ear canal. It was deeper than she'd normally consider safe, but stored within the device was a short, recorded loop of Naomi taking subtle breaths of passion, taken from the one and only time that she'd let her guard down around the ferocious tigress.

Unable to speak around the ball gag, Dom grunted and trembled in his restraints, but there was no relief to be found. His orgasm jetted past the feelings of bliss and comfort that he was used to, vaulting him ahead to a point of sensitivity that was nearly _painful_in nature, yet satisfying in a way that he could never accomplish without Tanya's assistance. Violent spurts of cum sprayed across the collection pool at the bottom of the tube as it slowly stroked up and down over his throbbing length, with only Tanya's paw around his knot to simulate a tie for him.

It wouldn't have been enough to fool him if he was of a clear mind, but as drugged as he was, he was utterly fooled into thinking that Naomi's tight, skillful cunt was squeezing every drop out of him as he began twitching against the examination table.

If he were given the chance to act like a proper canine, that would have been the end of the action for Dom, who was left as a drooling mess, trapped against the table and spent after a violent climax. His mind was already reeling from the poison it endured, but to have an orgasm where there was no relief from the overly sensitive nerve endings firing on all cylinders was almost torturous, and at the very least, was exhausting.

"Mrnnf...mnn!" the cruel milking device was forcing Dom to try and moan around the mouthful of plastic, but his tongue couldn't manage to create a proper word. Drunk as he was, the string would have been unintelligible regardless, but his eyes winced shut again as new pressure began squeezing around his length, even when his knot was freed.

Tanya didn't ignore his cries...but she did overlook his need for a break.

"That's quite the impressive load you've made," Tanya removed the milking tube for the briefest moment, only leaving his cock to throb helplessly in the air long enough for her to set aside the collected sample. "But felines have a different sex drive, Dom. If Naomi goes into heat, one load will never be enough to satisfy her. Do you really think you're up to the task of keeping her satiated?"

The question would have been enough to leave Dom speechless, even if he could move his lips and tongue in such a way to reply. His ears went flat at the idea of failing Naomi as he continued to battle the lust-boosting toxins, but he couldn't stay upset when the milking chamber slid back over his length.

"Thanks to the little concoction I shot you up with earlier, you should be able to keep up with her needs...but you still need to be punished for assuming that she was done with you," the tigress explained, as she settled a paw against the underside of Dom's tail. "Lucky for you, she's told me to administer the punishment...while you give her another litter of pups."

The coyote was so far gone that he didn't even realize the vision of Naomi was an illusion; her expression was softer, her face was played over with a sensual grin, and her eyes were pleading with him to give her every drop that he had left.

On such short notice, it would have been a smaller load...but with Tanya's help, his body was producing in overdrive, his testicles swelling up with fresh weight before the tube on his cock even began to pump.

"She's even taking the lead. Try to keep up with her, won't you?"

Without thought, Dom pumped his hips forward the little bit that they could move, forcing his tapered tip against the squishy, imitation flesh at the base of the tube. He was going to go at his dream Naomi feverishly, but as his backside recoiled, it was met with a pair of thrusting pawtips; Tanya simply couldn't stay out of the action, no matter how she tried.

"Keep fucking, or I'm adding a third."

Whether Dom heard the command from Tanya or his own fantasy, he was readily obedient, broken by Naomi's training and loyal to whoever she commanded. Digits hooked into the entrance of his tailhole to stay anchored as the good doctor began probing immediately for his prostate, only to be impressed by the blur that his body became as he desperately pounded forth into his vision of Naomi.

Even with the distraction of the probing tigress, Dom became an unstoppable force, single-minded in his quest to pleasure the captain of the Pridestalker. There was something more to his actions than forced loyalty, and Tanya's gaze softened on him as she realized that his lust-drunk mind was showing itself as a sober, but determined heart.

She was almost envious of her captain as thrust after thrust racked up, the coyote pounding with such deep force that the examination table shook, even with his limited motions.

"She needs another sa...I mean another load of cum, Dom. She's just begging to be knotted...you're not dumb enough to ignore her, are you?"

Shuddering with his efforts, Dom's knot began the impossible quest of trying to stuff itself into the tube once more. "Nnnf, nnf...mmnnn!" There was no mistaking the sound as the first gush of virile seed poured into the base of the tube and splashed around, but the second burst of cum was even greater as Tanya finally pressed her digits against his prostate.

She worked her pawtips over it relentlessly once she found it, finding that Dom readily went stiff against her touch. Sitting so still made it easier for her to wrap a cuff around the base of his knot, and with a grin, she began squeezing the pump for the blood pressure cuff, knowing that it would simulate a tie better than her grip ever could.

"That's it...k-keep on filling our little kitten!" Tanya could nearly see Dom's vision coming to life as her own arousal made it difficult to maintain even the façade of professionalism. She wished that Naomi was there beneath him, her cunt overflowing with the plentiful yield he produced...but it was nothing more than a tube, and another sample for her to examine, no matter how hard she wished.

The fully inflated cuff made sure that every drop of Dom's ejaculate would slowly drip from the tip of his cock, even if it would take some time. She could see the beating of his heart through the rhythmic pulse of his member, and as his breathing steadied, the pulses grew further and further apart, with tiny sprays of excess seed.

It was mesmerizing, but it wasn't the task at hand, anymore.

"I'll go let Naomi know that you passed with flying colors, as usual," she murmured. "Your restraints are on a timer...you're free to go whenever you're done filling that tube."

It was an unceremonious end to the whole affair, but one that Tanya forced herself to stick to...Dom was Naomi's plaything, and if she ended up getting too attached, she didn't know that she'd be able to stop herself from making a terrible mistake...