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“Hello, Captain Brigs. Please wait a moment while I decrease the temperature of the lab to a tolerable level." Sticks tells Captain Brigs as he arrives at the lab door.

“Oh?"

“Tal and I are running an experiment with an Accain so the lab's temperature was increased to a comfortable level for an Accain." Sticks explains as the temperature in the lab decreases.

“I can come back later if I'm interrupting."

“It is okay, Captain, the experiment concluded several hours ago."

“Why have you kept the temperature so high then?" The door to the lab opens for Captain Brigs.

“You will see once you enter." Captain Brigs steps into the lab, it's still warm but not too warm for him to bear. He looks around the room and his eyes land on a cave on the right of the room, it shimmers and fades and the Captain sees an Accain lying curled up on a glowing orange patch of the floor. “As you can see, Tal is sleeping in the form of an Accain so I thought it best to keep the local climate to his liking."

“Huh, I've never been this close to an Accain before." The Captain tells Sticks.

“You can get closer if you like. I doubt Tal will mind; and direct contact with a calm Accain is not enough to burn, although it has been described as touching a warm heater."

“You're sure?" The Captain asks as he hesitantly makes his way closer to the sleeping creature before him.

“I can wake Tal if you would like, Captain."

“No…need. Hello, Captain." Tal murmurs tiredly without uncurling or getting up from the floor.

“H-hello Tal. This is really strange." The Captain says shocked, stopping moving. “Sorry if that's rude. Sticks let me in after lowering the temperature in here and I saw you and I've never been this close to an Accain before and-“

“It's fine, captain. You can look me over if you want. It's my job to answer questions and curiosities about these sorts of things after all." Tal stands up and slowly moves a little closer to The Captain.

“But, uh, I'm not interested in 'that' sort of stuff about Accains."

“That's fine. Again, my job is to educate you and the crew on different species and you've never taken a good look at an Accain before, so why not take this opportunity to do so?" Tal watches as Captain Brigs thinks it over, his eyes taking in the red-scaled creature in front of him.

“You're sure it's okay?" The Captain blurts out after a moment.

“Yep. You said you were going to pay me a visit and here you are so it's fine."

“When I said that I hadn't really thought what I was going to do during my visit." The Captain says, a little embarrassed.

“Well, having a look at Accain biology is as good a thing as any." Tal says stretching out his body.

“I suppose you're right." Captain Brigs sighs. “So how's this going to work?"

“It's up to you, Sticks can make you a chair and you can sit down and then just ask questions and I can answer them. Or we could take a more hands-on approach if you would like. It's up to you, Captain."

“C-could we try the more…. hands-on approach?" Tal smiles as best he can with the muzzle of an Accain, a somewhat scary-looking bearing of teeth that The Captain looks worried at.

“I shall make you a chair, Captain." Seconds later there is a chair near where Captain Brigs is standing and he promptly sits in it. Tal sits on his haunches in front of The Captain.

“Ask any questions you want no matter how silly you might think they sound, I won't judge you." The Captain thinks for a moment before asking his first question.

“C-could I feel your scales? Or is-“ Before Captain Brigs can finish what he is saying Tal gets up and moves closer to him, brushing up against him before standing where The Captain's hands can reach him. The Captain's right-hand moves until it's nearly touching Tal's scaled back, quivering there as Captain Brigs decides what to do. Tal makes no moves to rush The Captain and eventually he places his hand gently on Tal's back. To Tal The Captain's hand feels cold as it rests on him, the fingers slowly feeling over his smooth scales and causing Tal's Accain instincts to make him enjoy the soft patting. 'Guess even seemingly aggressive species like Accain's like to be petted, can't believe I've never thought of getting someone else to do this.' Tal thinks to himself as Captain Brigs becomes more sure of himself and begins feeling over more of him, his left hand joining his right.

“You're really warm. I know Accains are meant to be like that but it's not as bad as I thought it would be." Captain Brigs says to Tal.

“Accains' body temperatures can rise when they are angry or excited, Sticks and I recently discovered that it can rise to around 958°C at certain times. But don't worry, the resting body temperature of a male Accain, like myself, averages at about 56°C."

“Did- did you collect that data the usual way for canine species such as this?" Captain Brigs asks nervously and Tal looks back at him and gives him a smile.

“Yep, I used a rectal thermometer to take my own temperature. Let me tell you, male Accains really don't like stuff going in their tailholes." The Captain gives Tal a blushing look as he finishes talking.

“Sorry, Captain. Was that too much detail?" Tal apologises quickly, seeing The Captain's look.

“No, uh- it's…uh. It's just I didn't expect you to be so open about doing something like that, especially with your captain." Despite the awkwardness, Captain Brigs is still feeling over Tal's scales.

“Well I study xenosexology so I've become a little desensitised to the lesser side of what people would call 'risqué'." Tal explains. “Do you have any other curiosities with Accain biology?"

“Uh, It's really strange and you'll think I'm weird but….. um….. could I, um, see what the inside of your mouth looks like." Captain Brigs stumbles to say, eventually saying what he wants. Tal is a little surprised by the request but nods his head and moves from under the Captain's hands before sitting on his haunches directly in front of him.

“Of course; just a warning though, if you're going to touch anything it's going to be much warmer than my scales were." With that Tal opens his mouth wide and displays his sharp black teeth and bright orange mouth to Captain Brigs who gives a soft gasp as he sees Tal's intimidating fangs. Those sharp teeth are used to hunt Darnu, a sort of large cow-like creature that are the main prey of Accains on their home planet, but the Captain knows they'll work just as well on anything else.

“Is it okay if I have a closer look?" The Captain says after taking in the sight. Tal nods his head a little and Captain Brigs slides off his chair and kneels in front of Tal's gaping muzzle. Tal feels gentle prods to the inside of his muzzle as Captain Brigs tentatively explores with his fingers. 'Salty.' Tal thinks as he tastes Captain Brigs' fingers. The Captain strokes Tal's tongue and slowly moves from the front of his muzzle to the back, gently touching his sharp black teeth then moving back to feel the inside of his cheeks and even further back.

“Glekh!" Tal gags as one of Captain Brigs's fingers moves too far into his muzzle and accidentally pokes the back of his throat, quickly shuffling back to remove the finger from the back of his mouth.

“Sorry! I'm so sorry!" Captain Brigs apologises profusely as he quickly removes his fingers from Tal's mouth. “Sorry Tal!" Captain Brigs apologises again as he guiltily wipes his warm, saliva-coated hand on his trousers.

“It's fine, these things happen." Captain Brigs doesn't look any less apologetic after hearing this but Tal just smiles at him. “We'll move on to something else you're curious about, if you're done with the mouth." Tal sees Captain Brigs look him over then change his expression to one of secondhand embarrassment and quickly look away.

“Well, Tal, I'm not sure how to um, say this politely but your, uh," The Captain mutters while he looks anywhere but at Tal, pointing at Tal's belly. Tal follows The Captain's pointing and looks down to see his orange glowing penis sticking out, all but his semi-swollen knot exposed to the world.

“Oh, um, sorry about that, captain." Tal turns himself around so his back is to Captain Brigs. “Guess I got a little excited. It'll go away soon and then we can move on to whatever else you want to learn."

“Um, well I guess you could- uh, show me 'that' stuff, since it's out now and all." Captain Brigs stutters quietly.

“What?"

“I believe Captain Brigs is requesting to examine your genitals since they are exposed." Captain Brigs gives the computer a harsh glare and looks to Tal sheepishly, the expectation of an answer on his face.

“I'm fine with that, I guess, as long as you are." Tal turns around so he's facing Captain Brigs again. “I'm going to have to go through a long speech and a bit of admin before we get started though, Captain." Tal says. Captain Brigs sits on the floor silently and waits for Tal to continue. “I need you to do a few things first before we get started, Sticks can you record this please?"

“I have begun recording, Tal."

“Thanks. Captain Brigs, could you please state whether or not I am coercing you in any way into agreeing to our planned session."

“Um… no, you are not coercing me?" Captain Brigs says unsurely.

“Thank you, captain. And can you state whether this, any planned intimate contact, is entirely consensual?"

“Yeah, I'm fine with it, as long as you are."

“Thank you. Now for my big long speech; Captain Brigs, any consent given at any stage of our session can be revoked by both parties, me or you, at any time and for any reason and therefore any and all current actions must be stopped. Any violation of this under any circumstances is a crime. Any biochemical substances that may be produced by certain species, that can affect either party's ability to consent, will require written consent to be visually recorded beforehand and my AI assistant, Sticks, will judge any following events in case they view either party as withdrawing consent or deem the session unacceptable in any other way, in which case Sticks has full power to stop the session. Captain, this session has a small chance to cause you minor burns to your body, do you accept this risk?"

“Yes."

“The species involved in this session are human and Accain, both are aware of the risks of this session and both consent to its continuation. Xenobiologist and xenosexologist Tal. You can stop recording, Sticks."

“I have stopped recording, Tal." Tal lays back and splays out his limbs, exposing his underside and semi-erect member and sheath to Captain Brigs. “Now that that's all out of the way, feel free to get closer and have a feel around or whatever else you want. Ask any questions, don't worry if you think they sound stupid, and don't be afraid to have a play about, I'll tell you if I don't like anything you do. Is that okay, captain?" Tal says from on his back. Captain Brigs nods and shuffles closer.

“Tal, you don't have any um," Captain Brigs comments once he's closer, pointing between Tal's legs.

“Yeah, male Accains don't have external testicles. Their semen needs to be kept at a different temperature to their usual environment so they evolved internal testicles." Tal explains as Captain Brigs slowly works up the courage to touch between Tal's spread back legs. He eventually places a tentative hand onto Tal's red-scaled sheath and lets out a small breath he was holding. He's touched Tal's intimate area now and it wasn't bad, Tal hasn't stopped him so he guesses he might be worrying for nothing. “Mmmh, that's quite nice." Tal sighs as Captain Brigs rubs around and over his sheath, Tal's tail begins wagging at the pleasant feelings this causes.

“So I guess Accains are a bit like dogs on earth then, all that tail wagging and all." Tal lays his head back and closes his eyes, it's a little cold but The Captain's rubbing feels nice. Tal loses track of time as he lays back and lets Captain Brigs rub over his now-empty sheath, his penis standing at firm attention.

“Grrrrr!!!!" Tal's head snaps up and he bares his teeth, snarling.

“Sorry!" Captain Brigs screams at the snarling beast in front of him, whipping his finger away from Tal's tailhole.

“Oh! Sorry, Captain! It's fine if you want to do that, you just surprised me is all."

“S-sorry, Tal." The Captain apologises again as he calms himself down from the no doubt terrifying experience of having a vicious-looking beast that can burn you with a touch snarling at you not even 3 feet away.

“No, I'm sorry, captain. You were just exploring an Accain's body like I've told you it's perfectly fine to do. I snarled at you and scared you so I'm the one that's sorry. You can definitely have a play around with my tailhole if you're curious about it."

“R-really? Isn't that really uh….perverse and stuff? Sorry, I'll see myself out and try to limit your time with me since I'm such a creep."

“Captain wait," Tal says as Captain Brigs starts to move to get up. “Look, if you don't want to continue that's completely fine, but it's my job to tell you that you shouldn't feel that way in my lab. You're not a creep, captain, you're just a curious person who is curious about Accain biology in its entirety. I have no problem at all with you exploring Accain biology in its entirety and I'm currently the Accain whose biology you'll be exploring so it's fine all round. If you still don't want to continue then that's fine as well though, I'm not forcing you to do anything, captain."

“It- it's really okay?" Captain Brigs asks anxiously.

“Totally." Tal responds confidently.

“Fine." Captain Brigs relents as he gets back into his previous position. “But tell me if there's anything you don't want me doing, okay, Tal?" He says commandingly.

“That was always the plan, captain." Captain Brigs timidly moves his left hand and places it near the base of Tal's flat red-scaled tail, his right hand then moves towards Tal's exposed tailhole and he gently pokes its black, scaleless surface with his index finger. “Oh! Hang on, captain!" Tal urges. Captain Brig immediately withdraws his finger and waits for Tal to continue what he has to say. “Sorry, um, if we're going to do stuff like that then I'm going to need to be pretty well lubed up back there."

“Captain Brigs, Tal, I have developed a lubricant based on our current research on Accains." Sticks informs them both.

“Oh how useful, and convenient, Sticks," Tal says with a grin. “What were you planning to use that for?"

“I thought it may prove useful in the event you decide to experiment anally as an Accain." Sticks states plainly. Tal gives the computer a smile and Captain Brigs gasps as a wire drops from the roof and offers a clear plastic bottle filled with a clear liquid to him. “The colour can be changed to one of your choosing but I have created a bottle for Captain Brigs to use for now."

“Well, don't be shy with it, captain." Captain Brigs opens to bottle and squirts some lube into his right hand. Tal gasps as the cold of the lube meets his tailhole, reflexively clenching it tightly in response. Captain Brigs' fingers move all around the underside of Tal's tail as he lathers everything in a good coating of the clear lube. “I think you can start pushing inside now." Tal tells Captain Brigs. “Don't worry, I won't react like last time." He reassures the human as Captain Brigs gives him a worried look. Despite this worried look, Captain Brigs gently presses his finger into Tal's tight tailhole after coating it in even more lube. It's not the most comfortable feeling and Tal's Accain instincts tell him that he should attempt to kill whatever is trying to slowly and gently push its way inside his rectum, but he lays there as still as possible as Captain Brigs's finger pushes first through his tight triangular sphincter and then gradually works it's way deeper inside him until the entirety is being clenched around harshly by Tal's internal muscles.

“Jeez you're hot, feels like I've put my finger into an oven." Captain Brigs chuckles. “You okay, Tal?" He asks seeing Tal lying with his eyes closed and his head back, a subdued rumbling coming from his throat.

“Y-yeah just getting used to having something up there. Give me a second." The clenching around Captain Brigs's finger eases slightly as Tal's body gets used to having something up his tailhole. “You can- slowly move your finger around now if you want." Tal tells Captain Brigs who has been waiting patiently for him to give him the go-ahead to do anything else. The Captain starts prodding around Tal's insides and his sphincter clenches harshly around the base of The Captain's finger as Tal has to bite his tongue to squash a pleasured whimper as Captain Brigs presses his finger against a rather sensitive spot.

“Guess I know what that is. You okay, Tal?" Captain Brigs chuckles after seeing Tal squirm in pleasure.

“Y-yeah jus-just really sensitive th-there." He responds.

“So even though male Accains don't like things going into their rears, their prostate is incredibly sensitive."

“I'll say. Maybe they don't like it because their prostate is so sensitive, it's a sort of defence because I really don't think I'm able to stand at the moment. My entire body feels all fuzzy."

“Is it okay if I keep pressing on it, I'm really curious and….." The Captain trails off.

“Yep, go for it." Tal says with a smile. This time he whimpers loudly as Captain Brigs begins rubbing soft circles around his prostate. Slightly darker orange fluid than Accain cum begins flowing and spurting out of Tal's throbbing penis like a fountain as The Captain touches Tal's prostate, milking him and giving him almost overwhelming pleasure. Tal doesn't last long under Captain Brigs's ministrations and with a loud howl he begins launching his bright orange semen all over himself, kicking his back legs and batting the air with his front paws as his entire body shudders with his orgasm.

“Now that's hot!" Captain Brigs quickly pulls his finger out of Tal's rhythmically contracting tailhole as his temperature begins reaching almost unbearable heights. Tal can't keep from letting out howls of exuberance as he launches jet after jet of his seed, a black border in his vision closes in and the next thing he knows he's waking up to Captain Brigs looming over him.

“You're awake!" The Captain states happily, a look of regretful apology plastered onto his face. “Sticks said you'd passed out and that you were fine but I couldn't help but get worried."

“Sorry about that," Tal says to Captain Brigs. “Guess their prostate getting massaged and making them ejaculate is a little too much for male Accains." He jokes as he shakily gets up. “We both learned something new today. I'll have to do more testing on that."

“Now that you're awake and okay I'd better get going, the crew probably need me on the bridge after all. Sorry for the quick goodbye." Captain Brigs says as he gets off the floor and makes his way to the door of the lab.

“It's fine, captain. If you want to have another session don't hesitate to come back any time." Tal tells The Captain and he walks out of the lab.

“I think your first session was a success, Tal. Let us hope all future ones go similarly." Stick says once the door to the lab has closed. “I suggest we attempt research on two main fields in regards to Accains for now: their mating rituals and possibly also try to determine what features attract females to certain males, and the prostate of male Accains."

“I suppose I'm going to get used to having something under my tail for now, since that's the only one of those we can do for now." Tal sighs as he pads towards the examination table “Still, it's useful knowledge." Tal steps onto the table and a wire slithers down from the roof, its tip dripping clear fluid Tal hopes is the specially designed lube for Accains. “Grrrrr!!!" Tal rapidly turns around and bares his teeth at the tube, firmly tucking his tail over his tailhole in response to Sticks making the wire nudge up under Tal's tail.

“I apologise, Tal, I shall cease this experiment immediately."

“Wait!" Tal commands, turning back around. “I- it's these instincts. I want to do this experiment but I'm really tired and I don't quite have the energy to control them as well as I did before." He explains.

“We can continue this experiment tomorrow once you've had some rest then." Sticks offers.

“No, we can do it now but you might need to restrain me a little."

“Are you sure this is what you want?"

“Yes."

“As you wish, Tal. I shall bind you and continue the experiment." Another wire slides from the roof and clips a small device to Tal's ear before moving back up to the roof. “This will monitor you and I shall stop the experiment if I deem it necessary or if you seem to be in distress beyond your instincts. If you wish me to stop at any time, simply lay down and I shall cease all actions and the experiment shall end." Sticks explains.

“Sounds good to me, let's get started." Almost as soon as he has finished his sentence, Tal notices several tubes and wires move down from the roof. Some secure his four paws to the examination table while another slides around his muzzle and binds it closed. Tal tests his bonds and finds he can't move a single step, Sticks has a tight hold on him. Tal lets out a threatening growl as one of the wires wraps itself around his flat tail and pulls it up out of the way of his tailhole despite his efforts. The dripping wire from before squirts lube onto Tal's exposed black triangle, Tal's growls growing more forceful as its cold coats the entirety of under his tail. Tal tries to turn and bite at the wire as he feels it gently prod against his hole, but with his muzzle clamped shut and his paws securely fastened where they are all he can manage is to strain at his restraints. The dripping wire softly massages itself into Tal using small circular motions to tease open his tight sphincter. A long whimper trails out of Tal's muzzle as the wire pushes its way deeper into him. The whimper cuts off and is replaced with a muzzled bark as the wire stops and prods around, finding his overly sensitive prostate.

“It seems the prostate is located approximately 3.5 inches inside a male Accain's rectum." Sticks comments as the wire begins rubbing against Tal's prostate, causing him to whimper and shiver in stimulation, his penis dripping prostatic fluid. Just as quickly as before, Tal reaches his climax and begins firing his seed as the pressure on his prostate continues without a pause. Tal's instincts tell him to growl and snarl at whatever is pushing against his prostate but he can't, he simply cannot manage to do either and instead all he can do is whine and whimper as he is stimulated. He focuses on staying conscious, this time aware that the intense, earth-shaking feelings of his climax are enough to make him pass out. An immense tiredness hits Tal once his afterglow starts, the constant massaging from the wire doesn't stop but Tal's instincts can't work up the energy to want to snarl or attack the wire, instead just letting it do what it wants. Another orgasm hits Tal like a bus and he quivers in pleasure as his body is wracked with it.

Tal loses track of time as Sticks continues his constant kneading of Tal's prostate and he stands up as best he can, his legs beginning to feel like jelly as wave after wave of unbearably fierce pleasure beats at him. It's just climax after climax; Tal starts feeling woozy, his head feeling dazed and slightly confused. Another orgasm crashes over Tal and he collapses onto the table below him, his head landing in a small puddle of his own drool.

“Well done, you stayed conscious. Good boy!" Sticks praises.

“Im ha uh!" Tal slurs out tiredly. His binds unwrap from around him and Sticks starts saying his observations, Tal tries to listen as well as his giddy mind will let him.

“After your first climax you seemed far less aggressive, you stood with your tongue hanging out, drooling a little, and seemed to be more receptive to manipulation of your prostate from that point on. The lubricant was a success as well so I believe it can be used in future experiments with an Accain involved, where applicable." Sticks tells Tal who lays where he is drowsily. “Your monitor is registering quite a few indicators that you are pretty out of it currently so I am going to stop there and we can pick this up tomorrow, is that okay?"

“Uhhhhh….." Is all Tal manages to get out of his mouth.

“I see, I think you may be unable to make it back to your room in your current state. I shall prepare one of the pens for you to stay in tonight while you rest. Do you need help getting there?"

“Uhhh…."

“Very well." Several wires descend from the ceiling and wrap themselves around Tal's midsection before hoisting him up off the table and placing him on a small, high-sided, and cushioned gurney, retreating back to the ceiling once they are done. The gurney begins moving Tal towards the door leading from the lab to the pens and his office, pushing the door open and moving into a hallway. Tal is moved through the door on the far end of the hallway and into the pens, a large room with several areas to keep specimens in, all divided by strong reinforced white fences and force fields encapsulating them. “Just rest here and we'll see how you are in the morning." Sticks says after wires lift Tal up and place him in one of the pens, this one has a small cave like the one Tal slept in before and its temperature has been increased to a scorching degree. Tal can't get his body to move towards the cave, he's too tired to do anything. The cave shimmers and disappears before Tal is surrounded by dark stone, a warm patch of magma-heated rock forms underneath him and he's lulled into sleep by the comforting warmth and safety around him.