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They say calling your doctor in times of peril is crucial for one's survival, to ensure that you live to see another day before you don't. But if you so much as come under the impression that you are having a lapse of lost control of whatever occurs to your body and make a call…

Well, Doc'll see to it you are thankful but regret doing so.

As now, with his Omni-Tool in arm, he groggily rose up from his bed doing some light reading while some of his new tech slowly constructed in the corner. “What on earth could possibly warrant you disturbing my seventh break?"

“Doc...I'm in trouble...I need...to crash with you for the night…" A lumbering figure in holographic display glitched in and out of view, the exasperated salarian sighing and almost hanging up on the spot.

“Listen. You better not break anything, put anything out of place or make me have to get my biotics on you. Trust me, I know how to use them."

“You're a good one…" The figure hung up, which left Doc to rise out of bed and get himself dressed for the night of having a guest. His fullbody mirror portrayed a salarian slowly but surely turning pudgy, all that gray skin looking like aged human flesh. His blue eyes almost made him look like an anomaly, but the real touch was the development of gray fuzz.

He does a lot of self-experimentation to make his life seem more normal.

It hasn't been a good life, especially with those he could have considered kin if his upbringing were any different, but it's better than it has been since his youth, so he's going to make sure his years are spent doing whatever the hell he pleased. Even if it was on Omega Station.

*BOOM-BOOM-BOOM* went the door to his abode, but all Doc needed to do was pull his Omni-Tool up and see who it was. Ah, it was the figure. He unlocked the door with a flick and went back to getting dressed. When you're as old as he was, wearing just underwear felt like more than enough.

The newcomer nearly tumbled into the wall as they came down the hall to Doc's bedroom/lab, panting like they actually ran here.

An armor-clad krogan running would seem like an arduous thought.

“Any reason as to why you've come in looking like you stared the Reapers down with no way to defend yourself?" Doc's quick flaps of his lips always got this krogan groaning.

“If you must know, Doc...Blood Pack."

“Gods, gangs again? What're they doing in Kima? Did you knock over one's pride?"

“No...I was out on a walk, saw them doing something in an alley and they jumped me. One of them had biotics-couldn't even fight back...when they got to wailing on me…" The battered krogan took a seat in Doc's chair, much to the salarian's dismay as he was about to move there, and began to shed their armor. Blunted in, it was clear why they looked pained to do so much as move, but soon they got their brownish green and yellow body exposed to Doc.

“Alright, let's see the damages." Doc pulled a few things off of his table and ran them down the unnamed krogan's body, notes popping up on Doc's Omni-Tool as he went until he got down to their thighs. “At least they left your quad alone. Wouldn't be able to fathom how much pain you'd be in with some cheap shots to the d-"

“Less thinking about my junk...more making sure I don't become a Gozu stat."

“Your insistence will make this sting a little, Bizz." Yep, the big guy was Bizz-no The. Their real name was Barzarlnof, but that's enough of a mouthful to choke on breakfast in the morning after a long night. But, as Doc said, the process of mending the bruises and few cuts that were only a gruesome visage away from being lacerations that'd leave Bizz in a real hospital was very painful. The devices scanned an area where damage was visible and slowly repaired and reinforced the skin until it was healed.

By the time it was done, Bizz was heaving for air like they ran all the wall from Carrd to Kima on foot and Doc was sweating a little from the proximity. “Thanks...Doc."

“Don't mention it, just try not to get caught in any business with the Blood Pack. Let the Blue Suns sort them out, they have more trained biotics." With that, Doc closed up shop and made sure his doors were locked before standing up. “I guess I'll stay in the chair since you need a bed to rest on."

“You sure Doc? Old as you are, I don't think you should be sleeping in no chair, especially like this." Bizz peeked down their back after lifting their leg, a slight impression on the firm seating present from their presence.

“If I can sleep for ten minutes and go through the rest of the day just fine, I can sleep in a chair. Now hurry up before I make you." Normally, one would expect a salarian to hurt themselves trying to pick up a krogan-especially a fully-matured adult male, but not only did Doc begin to pick Bizz up from the chair, he did so without breaking a sweat. Though the krogan simply hauled themselves onto the mattress before Doc expended much effort.

Problem with being his age is impending arthritis.

“G'night old man." Bizz snuggled in with ease, betraying adaptation to their surroundings, leaving Doc to sit in his chair and tinker with whatever may need it.

About an hour into listening to Bizz breath slowly in the enrapture that is slumber and quadruple-checking on every bit of the systems necessary to complete the Nano-Respirator powered by biotic energy, Doc got...bored. And a bored salarian's mind wandered to a lot of places.

There was a bit of a stir when he mentioned Bizz's package. Honestly, who looks at a krogan's thighs and doesn't think of their gargantuan sack? Doc in particular had a good reason for thinking of one.

After all, he is of Lystheni heritage.

But as all thoughts a salarian can have, he began to think about a krogan's reproductive habits. After the genophage pretty much guaranteed krogan females becoming non-existent but one, krogan males can't be as sex-happy as they used to for young. Everyone they stick their dicks into don't have the capacity or compatibility for it.

...Though Doc doesn't know of any recorded cases of Lystheni salarian and krogan fornication.

Yep, mind set, he dug into his Omni-Tool, set up his CONDOM(Communicative Omission of Non-Helpful Disruptions Of Ministrations), and got to digging through files that made it onto the web. Stories, investigations, history left to be abandoned and forgotten by all, anything that could prove useful to Doc's search. But alas, after five minutes of skitterish flicking and finger-tapping, his search came up dry.

“Dammit all, I just want to know…" He looked at Bizz's sleeping form, wondering what it must be like being a part of a race stuck in a limbo where any hopes for a resurge in population in this sector and others were always snuffed out by those who hated krogan and their near-perfect selves. Must be more sad than Doc's subspecies.

Not being able to have kids and losing almost every means to make more.

Again, the thought of krogan reproduction came up and instead of why, Doc began to think...how. If such tough skin and bodies built for taking hits and dishing it back out twice as hard was anything to go by, Doc had to conclude that krogans copulate very roughly. Probably what helps ensure that the male of the situation is worthy in the female's eyes…

Doc looked between his legs, his underwear snug enough to hug upon his features, before he decided to work on the lab bench a little more…

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“This should work…" Some time later, when the entirety of Kima was silent save for running generators and flickering flames for warmth, Doc looked over an injection gun loaded with a needle full of purple essence. He made sure it was secured one last time before opening his underwear by the waistband and puncturing his junk from the point where his shaft met his sack.

Almost immediately, a hard pinching sensation had the salarian doubled over in his chair, and he put the gun down to brace himself better. He kept an eye on things, but he was reassured nothing was going unintended with the sight of his junk sinking into his body. His shaft, normally slightly above average with a ballsack to match, shrank down to a small nub while his loins dug into his crotch to form a concave of sorts.

“There…" After a long minute of feeling like he had a laser digging through his body to split him up the middle, Doc was prepared with the genitalia he sought. His genetic makeup was made to be integrated with those of Krogan for better benefits for his particular species, so of course he decided to mold his junk into that of a krogan female's equipment.

Had he went with a salarian female, or a male's standard, this would probably result in him being torn apart from the inside.

Bizz was still snoozing on, body having flung Doc's blankets all about except from their crotch, so all the pudgy salarian had to do was carefully climb into bed and wait. He pulled his underwear off, determined to make sure nothing could make this anymore awkward, and laid on his side facing the belly-up bedmate.

“Hmm...Perhaps I should...stimulate myself…" Yeah, just waiting for Bizz to 'sense' that there was pussy nearby wasn't going to cut it. So, Doc channeled deep into his memory banks of when he saw bits and pieces of porn on Bizz's Omni-Tool screen before knocking to give them time to turn it off and began to rub himself. The porn itself wasn't what got him going, it was helping him figure out what he was supposed to do.

Tinkering with such thick folds really should be agitating his bones, but Doc's been through enough to know that pleasuring himself wouldn't give him arthritis on the spot. If anything, maybe an ache in his arm. Though his inexperience made it all the more cumbersome. Hell, it took him three minutes of playing with his folds before he realized that the actual hole was smaller than what he's assumed.

And when he found it, everything made sense.

“It's like...pl-playing with your…" For the first time since being alive, Doc stuttered and trailed off from speaking, the newfound sensations in his nerves rocking him on the spot. He sank an actual finger in there and he bucked hard enough to make his side of the bed bounce a little. Oh, that felt good. Weird though, but good. He dared to push deeper, letting out a moan as the diminutive penetration was sparking quite the reactions out of him. Reactions he would never dream of having.

He may be getting into this more than he told himself to be.

Soon, he was able to add another, and things really picked up down there. Gone was his inhibitions of going too hard to hurt himself, he needed to find out what it was like to be in a krogan lady's shoes.

Or, feet since they uh...hardly wear footgear.

Along the way, a tingle that resonated through the entirety of Doc's crotch began to camp within his nerves, his breathing picking up as its continued presence was getting him to buck into his digits over and over again. And with a hushed, sharp exhale into his arm, Doc began to orgasm. Juices as clear as water but thick enough to nearly be adhesive ejected from his vagina, leaving it glistening in the dim lab bench light. It ended just as quickly as it started, leaving Doc to think that proper pleasure was how to make it feel better.

Which led to him looking over to Bizz, who was still asleep.

“Dammit, not a single stir…" That was disappointing. Oh well, the effects of this shifting were only due to last for a few more hours. Doc can probably find some better ways to stimulate himself for the experience instead of wa-

Bizz's arm pinned him down just as he moved to get up.

“!??!" Doc remained silent as his krogan guest held him there like a life partner, bringing the salarian's attention to the rest of them...and their sizeable erection jutting up into the blankets Judging by the rampant throbbing, Doc measured that they were at full mast for action, and was just about to excrete some 'excitement'. So, to save them the trouble, Doc carefully pulled that tent down…

Only to get Bizz growling and humping the air.

'...Good god, he's a monster…' That spire of meat looked almost as big as Doc if one cut off his arms and legs. 'Poor thing must suffer if he ever got aroused knowing there's no one around to take it…'

Until now, though Doc didn't know that just yet.

The salarian's eyes began to bulge when Bizz began to sniff the air in the middle of their snoring, their growling beginning to grow a little carnal before they began to thrust their cock into the air some more.

“Nnnng...Pamor...You're fine today…" Ah, must have been his old wife. Every adult krogan lamented the loss of their mate at this point, and here was Bizz dreaming of her. Doc was beginning to regret bringing such things up in the krogan's mind, but right as he made to move, Bizz moved on him some more. Now that dick was across his thighs and just barely leaking into his inner thigh. The creeping of precum near his new mound left Doc shuddering.

“Is that...fresh…" The salarian was left wondering what for only a quick moment, because no sooner did Bizz's sleep tangent trail off into mumbling but they soon moved on top of Doc. With their erection, they needed their hips raised as to not cause any erectile issues…

And left it inches from digging into Doc.

The poor squishy scientist was helpless as precum drooled onto his cunny, exciting the walls within and getting him to exude more of his new sweet but hard scent into the immediate area. Which happened to find Bizz's nose.

Just in time for the krogan to start humping right into that pussy.

“NNNNGH!" Doc wanted to scream, because this was a stark contrast to when he played with himself with mere fingers, but he had to bite it back as Bizz began to make use of his experiment. They nudged their way in deeper with every thrust, all up until a barrier kept them from going in any further…

Though all that needed was another thrust before it fell to their sleepy might.

The pain. Almost unbearable. Doc wanted to throw Bizz off of him and let them fuck his hand or something, but just as soon as the sharp sting ran through him, pleasure began to strike. Which was still somewhat new for him, as salarian were only known for breeding with kids in mind.

Provided kids actually come out.

“Mmmm...." The longer Bizz went on, the more the room began to get hot. Doc's bed space was already small, against the wall even, so having Bizz pinning him down and going at him with progressively intensifying abandon was doing numbers on him and his body. The close proximity made sure every thrust made him flinch from the force, but also urge him to hold on. He didn't know why, but he did so after getting slammed into about ten more times after.

And he was glad he did, as right away Bizz began to go in faster, that once-virgin pussy succumbing to the throes of need for sustenance and subsequently clenching down on that cock spearing through it with ease. Doc had no words to spare this time, just focusing on being quiet and at best hushed while Bizz made short work of his body like it were theirs.

And the more he thought of such a thing, the more he liked the prospect.

Alas, good things come to an end for a reason, and soon Bizz chuffed into Doc's face before they blew a load inside of him, but not before causing another sensation inside of the salarian that left him stunned.

Wedging that cock head into his cervix.

“HHHHNNNNNNNG!..." Poor Doc came on the spot, milking that shaft for all it could offer and getting Bizz to hump with futility to make sure all of their seed went inside. For a moment, Doc grew worried that he might have bitten off more than he could chew, but then again…

Would it even be possible with a temporary mound?

Either way, he won't know for certain until he checked and unfortunately Bizz wasn't keen on letting him move from beneath them, so he tried to go to something of a slumber while he waited for them to stop pumping semen inside of him…

But he was jolted awake by Bizz maneuvering his body around.

“Sorry love...still got fuel in my tanks…" Something of flattery resonated in Doc's head from that little slip of the tongue, but it faded into bliss as Bizz began to fuck him again but with his belly down.

This left his clit vulnerable to nudging, and with the sheer power and lack of resistance stopping Bizz from making a big mess of that cunt, Doc was in peril of waking them up once that quad began to smack into his button of sensitive nerves. Good thing he had a pillow though, because he screamed into it with all he had as he endured the barrage of thrusts that left his pussy sounding like human pasta being stirred in a steaming pot.

Doc felt some of the cum in that first load ooze out thanks to Bizz's humping, only to have it smacked into his crotch in a splatter, so there was still droplets mucking up the bedsheets while the two of them fornicated like lovers on the run. The krogan's snorting was barely audible with the salarian face-deep in the only comfort he allowed himself to have when he sleeped on the regular, but what it actually did got him biting down on its small size.

Bizz bit him. Hard.

And with that came their second load, heavy hips crashing into Doc's puffy lips to further smear that seed inside of him. The mess was just mesmerizing, barely anything actually being able to escape and pool between them with Bizz rushing to push it all in Doc's womb.

“Miss you…" And with that bombshell, the krogan was still and Doc was left to jolt with their idle humping and soft cum shots.

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“Y'know, if you wanted me to start paying you for letting me bunk with you like that, you can just tell me."

“Oh shut up."

Morning after and the two of them were in Doc's kitchen, the events of last night pieced together the moment Bizz woke up thanks to their size keeping Doc beneath them. Though not without taking advantage of the fact that they were still inside of him to satiate their morning glory.

Poor salarian had a belly so drum-tight he grunted every time he moved any limb that brushed it. The red to signify the over-stretch was so stark in the face of all that gray and the gradience that it was impossible not to think the little guy was pregnant.

“C'mon, we've been friends for what, two years now? Still boned you like you were my wife...Might as well be now, since I uh...bit you."

“Don't tell me you actually made me yours from that bite?" That was really it? A love bite made you a mate? Wasn't there some ritual or trial to determine one's worthiness?

“Well, that's how my clan did it on Tuchanka, really. You can be as genetically perfect as a tank-born, but if you can't hit it well enough that your instincts urge you to bite down, you might as well sign up for a snip-snip."

“You almost sound like my parents." Doc groaned as he leaned upright, his belly proving to be quite the heavyweight now that the egg inside was fully grown.

“Do you think you'd...y'know…?"

“I doubt it." Doc knew exactly where Bizz was going with that and seeing disappointment cross their face was a bit disheartening to see. “My specific kind can have duds as equally as we can have young, so don't get your hopes up."

“I was just saying...if it did take and uh...went all the way through...maybe put that baby in a stasis tank or something?"

“What?"

“Don't think you noticed, but uh...Omega ain't the place for having babies. Especially in Kima with all the gangs running around at night. If we were going to have a baby, I'd rather it be on Tuchanka so they can grow with proper lineage. Or, Sur'Kesh if they're a salarian."

“Nice save."

“I uh...try. When're you-"

“It's...any second, really." Lystheni salarian had shorter gestations thanks to their unique makeup, so Doc was always on alert whenever he felt pangs within. Any of these contractions could be the start of labor and he wanted to make sure he was ready.

Which is why he was squatting over a sponge basket made for sucking in liquids in his living room.

“Can I uh...watch? I haven't seen a baby born in years...and it wasn't pretty back then." Bizz had to watch their daughter come out of his wife as dead as a cocky batarian challenging a Thresher Maw. “Maybe it'll be different with uh...someone else."

“Maybe…" Doc pined again, but this time things were progressing as a torrent of fluids began to flow right out of his vagina. “Okay, it's coming!"

“Al-already!?" Excitement and anxiety began to brew inside of Bizz, only for their pacing to come to a halt and bring them to Doc's side. “Okay okay, just breathe and hold my hand."

“I k-know how giving birth works…! Just...hold me." Doc's snapping actually made Bizz recoil, so to compensate for the outburst he took their help, which they took in good graces. Both of them were there to witness that egg travel out of Doc's womb and down his passage, that pillow of his coming in handy because no matter how thoroughly he made sure his home wasn't thin-walled, he didn't want anyone to come thinking he was screaming for no reason and disturbing the peace.

Within a minute, the egg began to crown and slowly spread those lips...further than Bizz did last night.

“I'll try to catch i-" Doc stopped them with a hand squeeze.

“N-no need! The basket will soften the landing...don't want the fluids to stain your hands!"

“Please, Doc...I need this…" The salarian, grimacing from the effort needed to get this egg out of him, glanced at Bizz and saw the hurt in their eyes. The desire to make sure they don't keep living life scarred by the last time they created new life and witnessed that life being brought into the world gone from it.

“Ok-okay...you can h-help! Dammit!" Doc really need better curse words, but it seemed to be a good medium as that egg finally came out from the widest point and slowly slide further away from the clutches of his quivering pussy. As promised, Bizz caught it in their hand just as, with a *plp*, the egg was fully birthed and Doc was left to excrete whatever fluids remained in his cunny.

Which happened to be leftover cum from earlier.

“I think…" The winded salarian was trembling, but they still had the strength to adjust their footing and get themselves kneeling before the egg. One touch…

“I'm sorry" the doctor morosely announced, “ it's a dud."

“Well...better than a dead baby in your hands…" Bizz wiped a tear out of their eye with their arm, since their hands were covered in sexual gunk. “I'm glad you let me help. Thanks."

“Don't mention it. I just hope I didn't dash your dreams or anything with this. But on the plus side, this could be breakfast or even lunch if I remember how humans prepared these when there's no offspring to be had from them."

“You can do that?"

“Sure, I'll show you!"

With the moment behind them, the pair began to brew up scrambled eggs, which got them all cozy together in the middle of cooking. Though, when they sat down to eat what they created-bowls teeming with egg-Bizz popped the question.

“How long is that pussy of yours gonna be?"

“Um...It should be another hour or so, why?" Doc wanted to make sure any time Bizz would want a piece of him, whether he was asleep or still awake, was a time to take this opportunity and feed him knowledge, so he had the changes set to end after some time from eating a meal.

“...Think we can try again?"

“...Okay fine, but don't expect me t-"

And there's the screaming that got noise complaints filed.