Doctor, Doctor
#4 of Guest Starring Tik Tik
Harriet goes to see a very specialized doctor out in a medieval village, but it seems that Harriet has someone giving her a physical already-- Tik Tik!
This was a little thing I wrote when I first met @harryamoros. I asked about a Tik Tik crossover, and she liked the idea. It's so amazing to think that Tik Tik and Ingrid are both characters in @datshadycorner's game, Shady Lewd Kart. So, please, enjoy this little tribute to her characters.
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When the wolf walks into the doctor's office, she expects to see the strangest of things. After all, Harriet has traveled far and wide for a cure for her peculiar ailment. Every doctor that saw the wolf had no idea how to treat her, even the more esoteric and the lesser of the reputable sources. And so, that has led her here, to this quaint little town--a place that has its own quaint little doctor.
Ingrid whips around when the door opens, muttering and sputtering under her mask. She quickly pulls her cloak together, holding it closed in one hand and holding her other hand out to the patient. "Ah, good day to you, miss! Are you in need of a doctor?"
Harriet sits down on the stool, rubbing the back of her neck. She squeezes her knees together and glances off to the side. "Oh, y-yeah, well, I'm not exactly sure where to begin."
Harriet pats the side of her robe and scurries on closer to the patient, leaning in close and tilting her head. "Well, I'm sure your symptoms are an excellent place to start. Please, tell me. I am a doctor, after all. No need to be ashamed."
Harriet takes a deep breath and glances up towards the ceiling. She kicks nervously, biting her lip when she tries to figure the best, most polite, way to speak. "W-well, Doctor."
"Please, call me... call me Ingrid," Ingrid responds, fanning herself with her free hand.
"Oh, right, Ingrid. Well..." Harriet closes her eyes, shifting in her stool. "Well, the truth is, I've been having these... feelings lately, and these dreams."
"Ah, a psychic malady, perhaps. Please, tell me all about these feelings and these dreams," she nods quickly, thumping the ground with some sort of rhythmic delight.
"Well," Harriet wraps her arms around herself, smiling just a little bit and closing her eyes. Her cheeks warm up as she wraps her tail around her waist. "I've been feeling so loose, and so cold, like there's something missing in my life, like I'm a glass of water without the glass, like I'm going to spill all over the place if I don't crawl up into a small space.
"Oh, that is a curious case. When did this start happening?" Ingrid says, groping for her note pad. Sitting next to it is a small, gold and brown book, and a nicely-folded green tunic.
"Hm..." Harriet taps her chin. "I'd say about last month?"
Harriet grunts, straining to reach for the notepad. "Ah, well, that's good."
"Good? Uh, doctor is something the matter?"
"What!? no? Nothing's wrong!" Ingrid says, waving her hands. Of course, she let go of her robe, and when she does, she falls over onto the ground, revealing the little naked kobold hiding between her legs. This little lizard peers with bright blue eyes and a big smile. "Uh... Tik Tik can explain!"
Ingrid was busy tending to her leech babies when the door to her office opened up. The plague doctor scurries on over to the reception area, hopping up on the stool to give herself an edge in height, only to be greeted by no one on the other side.
The doctor pokes at her mask, letting out a curious "Hmmm," before she resolves to climb back down her stool. That is when a tiny pink hand poked up from the other side of the desk.
"Hello, Hello! Tik Tik here!" the kobold says, bouncing up so her little horns and big blue eyes become qutie visible. "Tik Tik here see doctor!"
"Egads, a dragon!" Ingrid yelps at the sight of this terrifying beast before her, falling off balance and hitting her jaw upon the table. The poor doctor sees stars from the impact, and the next few moments fly away like a blur.
When she finally awakes, she's laying on her back, with the kobold kneeling by her. Little pink scaley hands tie up a little tournaquet around Ingrid's jawline, and the doctor squeaks, checking to see if she was bleeding, but... she isn't. "Uh... what? You're not... eating me?"
"Tik Tik no want eat doctor!" the kobold says. "Tik Tik want learn things."
"Oh, well, a scholar? Gee, how embarrassing, haha... What exactly is it that you wish to learn?
Tik Tik holds out a large tome, and Ingrid takes it, flipping through the pages. With each page turned, the breathing from under her mask gets heavier, and the skin underneath grows slick with sweat. "O... oh my..." she says. 'I didn't think... caould people actually DO that together!?"
"Oh yes!" Tik Tik says, running her tongue along her mouth. "People can. And Doctor say she think Tik TIk eat her, well... if Doctor want, Tik TIk can eat or use tongue."
"Oh my, w-well, I'm certainly a woman of science, willing to try anything once!"
Tik Tik giggles, pulling off her top, leaving the doctor to watch in fascination as the kobold strips down. "Open robe," Tik Tik says, folding her clothes delicately.
Ingrid gulps and grabs at her coverings, pulling them apart, she reveals that underneath she is dressed in lacy undergarments and spicy garters."
"Oooh, wonderful!" Tik Tik says, crawling up underneath, hooking her fingers at Ingrid's panties. "Let Tik Tik eat, then."
When she pulls Ingrid's delicates down and gets to work, the doctor sighs happily, tilting her head back, wrapping her legs around this new visitor, and letting her tongue give Ingrid such delight as she had never known.
And that's when Harriet knocked on the door. Quickly, Ingrid closes her robe around the kobold and shouts. "C.. Come in!"
Harriet sits upon the stool in Ingrid's clinic, staring at the little naked kobold sitting on her knees upon the floor. The wolf doesn't respond to the strange tale she had heard for a good few seconds, before her thoughts are interrupted by the groaning plague doctor on the ground.
"Uugh... what happened...?" Ingrid says, patting her twisted mask. She wiggles it back into place and sees the two women there. "Oh, goodness! How did that get in here?" She laughs, standing up and placing her hands upon her hips, her whole body convulsing in that haughty guffaw.
"You know," Harriet says, glancing at the plague doctor from above her lenses. "That look is good for you, doctor."
Ingrid glances down, realizing that she's still in her frilly underthings. She squeals, grabbing at the robes and pulling them in on themselves.
Tik Tik snickers, raising a hand and wiggling her finger. Magical energy sparkles at her fingertip, and ghostly hands materialize around the plague doctor, grabbing onto the robes and pulling them apart. "Come on, Ingrid, no need be shame, shame. Taste good, look good."
"Yeah, you do look good, doctor, and it would make me feel better if you show off a little." Harriet says, crossing one leg over the other. She rests her cheek upon the palm of her hand, waiting for
"That's... that's not an orthodox treatment method!" Ingrid whines, waving her hands in the air. Of course, this allows Tik Tik to show off the goods.
"This coming from the leech mother?" Harriet asks, her tail swishing back and forth.
Ingrid grumbles, swatting at the hands and pulling her cloak back to drape over her back. "There, fine! Here I am, exposed for all of you, but, I must insist upon a full physical examination."
"Yes, Yes, Tik Tik hear Harriet's problem. Want know more about Harriet and find can help."
Harriet places a hand upon her chest. Her voice rises up in rough pants. "You two... actually want to see me?"
Ingrid starts up. "Well yes, it's part of my job, and-"
"Tik Tik want see sexy wolf body! Let Harriet do whatever she want to Tik Tik! Ingrid, too!"
"That's preposterous!" Ingrid shouts. "I had you snacking on my humors, but you're a woman of science, not a patient!"
"Argument's over. I'm taking it off!' Harriet says, grabbing onto her shirt and lifting it up over her head. With the removal of her top, the freedom it brings spreads all over her, showing off her furred form, her wonderful, womanly curves, and her rockin' tits.
Tik Tik whistles, clapping her hands together, bouncing on her toes. "Oooh, Tik Tik want see more!"
"Okay..." Harriet says, glancing over at Ingrid.
The doctor waves to the wolf. "Yes, yes, you are quite lovely, I must admit...
Harriet takes a deep breath, hooks her thumbs under her waistband, and strips down the rest of the way.
Tik Tik's eyes widen, her mouth hangs open, and, from the corner of her mouth, the kobold poured out liters of drool."