Smart Poisons - 3 - Psychology
When the applause died down, Rower stepped up to Kaze, wiping sweat from her brow, "Oh honey, we have to thank you too. You were such a trooper through all of this!" She placed a hand on the serpent's forehead, stroking softly.
Kaze simply gazed up into space, the white snake wondering what they had done to him during the whole time he'd been under. His birthday... that meant that it had been two weeks since they'd taken him from the battlefield, but if that was correct, then he'd been under the effects of the anesthetics for over a week! The daze slowly drifted from his mind, and his whole body felt sore. His eyes turned to the husky doctor stroking his head, just looking at her.
"Oh, I suppose you're wondering what we did, huh? Nothing serious. Well, actually, quite a few serious things, depending on your definition. You see, we opened you up and mapped out everything. E-v-e-r-y-thing! Your digestive structure, bone structure, cardiovascular system, and we took samples of various organs. In particular your liver, stomach, lungs, and pancreas. We were fairly minimally invasive with your head though. We drilled a little hole in the back to take a tiny sample of brain tissue, took scrapings from the inside of your mouth and tongue, and took as much venom as we could get out of you. We also placed an experimental stint in one of the lesser arteries of your heart, a common trouble-spot for cholesterol build up, so we'll see if it has any effect on snakes. Did you catch all of that sweetheart? Need me to repeat anything?" Rower kept stroking his forehead.
Kaze managed a small smile. That made sense, in a way. It took them so long to study every part of his body, and for good reason. He'd probably be mentioned in a few text books on reptilian physiology for the next hundred years! What a way to become somewhat famous, he though. He even thought, how fortunate; I've always wanted a full-body test done to see if I had any issues anywhere inside me. Maybe the doctors could tell me if I have any defects or anything.
He closed his eyes, quite at ease, even though he was beginning to feel very sore.
A few days went by, Kaze left alone to recover in his cell. He was spoon-fed by the good doctor Rower, and that was the best birthday present he could ask for. The only test they continued to take were samples of his venom. It seemed that it expired after a short time, so they needed more for some test or other. Kaze asked Rower about his earlier concern, and as the doctors did their tests, bit by bit they reassured him that they couldn't find anything wrong with anything inside him.
Another week later and Kaze could move around again. His body looked like a puzzle from all the surgical scars across his body, all the way down his tail, even across his back and face, but he knew they'd be gone in a shedding or two. In fact, it was getting close to his shedding time.
Shedding was always a fun time. He made a tiny resolution every time he did it. This time it was to get used to the name 'Aya'. Ever since Rower had started calling him that, he'd winced and twitched. He knew he'd be here for a while, and so decided to just accept it. Formerly Kaze, now Aya, the leucistic serpent.
After shedding, the remains were sent out to be tested, and already the surgical scars had faded considerably. Rower came into his cell the day after.
"Well Aya, everything's been tested again and again, and it looks like you're in tip-top shape!" the husky bounced, and for one bright moment Aya got the sense that the doctor was hiding quite considerable cleavage beneath the obscuring lab coat that she always wore buttoned up to the top.
"That's good." He said, leaning back against the wall of his cell. He gazed up at the ceiling for a moment, pondering. "I hope I can still be... useful."
The husky gave a small laugh, "Oh sweetheart, we've just begun! You have no idea how valuable you'll be. Already anti-venoms have been made of your venom, and they've saved a soldier of the Imperium that was bitten on the frontlines by a snake of your type. Can you believe that? You're already saving lives just by being here! It won't be long before you help all sorts of reptiles like you with diseases. But more importantly, we have a very big project coming up that I think you'll like."
That perked Aya's interest in more than one way. He sat up a little straighter, "What sort of project?"
"It'll require a bit of surgery, so we'll need to let you recover a bit more, make sure you're stable and everything's healing properly. From the x-rays we took last night, it looks like everything's fine, but until the next round, we're going to have you talk to a psychiatrist, ok?" Rower leaned forward and patted the side of Aya's tail, about where his thigh would be.
He nodded to that, "Sure thing." How fun, a psychiatrist! He'd seen a few before in his life; once when his parents couldn't understand why he and his sister didn't get along very well, and again in his mid-teens when he was dealing with some mild depression, again at his parent's behest. He hoped the scientists hadn't noticed anything wrong with him mentally.
Two days later the Psychiatrist came. She was small, mousey for a feline, a calico cat. She wore a dark brown dress suit with a white blouse underneath and a pair of dark heels. After permission, she came in with a chair, beckoned Aya to get comfortable, and introduced herself, "Good morning. I'm Doctor Alex Kenson. You're Aya, right?" He nodded, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Aya." She sat down, "I'm going to ask you a few questions to start, ok? First, how do you like it here? You've been here almost two months now."
The serpent shifted his tail a bit, leaning back, "It's nice. Not like any other room I've had. I'd like more privacy, but I think I've gotten used to all the scientists staring at me." He pondered a moment, "I suppose if they all wore different colored lab coats it'd be more interesting at least." He shrugged, "Otherwise, the food is good, the futon is comfy, and the climate is perfect. It's quiet too, but sometimes that drives me nuts. I wish I had some music, or a gameboy." Aya planted the little seed that he hoped might lead to some entertainment. They hadn't given him anything, no TV, books, not even newspapers.
The calico nodded, jotting short notes on her little clipboard, "Yeah, I can imagine it could get very boring in here. Have you come up with any games to yourself while spending time in here?"
"I started to, but they get boring pretty quick."
"What sorts of games did you make?"
"First I tried to recognize individual scientists, read their nameplates, watch their routines, but they change them up pretty often. I have a feeling there's a monthly-routine that's been going on, but I'll have to just keep watching. Uh... then I tried drawing pictures on the glass with, well, my spit, tracing the scientists as they walked by, drawing other pictures, but later I noticed they took pictures of the paper with a big camera, so that got a little creepy. Lately I've just been dreaming to myself."
"What sorts of dreams, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I dream about being a super-hero a lot of times," He blushed, "and other times I dream of more erotic things." He had no problem saying the latter, seeing as it was a doctor he was talking to and all.
"Hmm..." the cat jotted a few more notes down, "When you dream of being a super-hero, what powers do you have?"
"Ooh, I like teleportation. Going anywhere with that psychic traveling power; it seems the most useful power to me. I could save the world by saving time." He chuckles at his own little joke. He was happy to see the feline gave a small titter with him, "Sometimes I like to dream I can control the wind. Fly and make tornadoes, or cancel them out and save millions. Lots of other psychic powers... like mind-reading, telekinesis. A lot of times I even dream simply that whatever I say is true, and I have games with myself, trying to make sure that all my statements won't come back to get me if something else is done that I hadn't foreseen."
More notes, then, "How about the erotic dreams? What are your favorite subjects?"
Aya was caught off by that, but coughed to cover it up and continued, "Oh, uh." He wondered if he should tell the doctor about Rower, and the dreams he'd been having of her ever since their encounter, imagining what her body must look like underneath the damned lab coat. "Women are... the main subject, for the most part. I dream a lot of crazy things, things that can't happen. Like if I woke up one day as a girl, or a hermaphrodite, or as something else other than a snake, the fun I could have with that. I dream about some of the female doctors here too, since I can get their image in my head a little easier than trying to make something up or trying to remember someone from the past. After the Shift, there wasn't time to build relationships, and before the shift there were just ugly humans, not any worth remembering really."
There was silence while the calico wrote down longer notes. Minutes dragged on, and with a little sigh, the feline looked up again and smiled very softly, "Do you think you'll have dreams of me?"
Aya chuckled at that, "Probably..." he left it at that, hoping his tone implied that he could say more on the subject, but didn't want to sound like a pervert. He'd practiced the tone quite a lot, it seemed effective.
A final note and, "Well good. Is there anything you'd like to say before I leave?"
He immediately perked up at that, "Oh, could you... do me a huge favor and try to sway the good doctors out there to get me some better entertainment?"
The calico glanced out towards the airlock, and to Rower, who had taken a seat just outside waiting. The two women caught glances, and Rower gave a small nod and smile. Kenson turned back to the snake, placing her pen in her clipboard and setting the clipboard face down on the chair. She unbuttoned her suit jacket, draping it over the back of the chair, and began to unbutton the blouse underneath.
Aya sat up on his futon very straight, his tail starting to move around wildly before he finally froze it in a comfortable yet attentive position, "What are you doing?" he wondered, wide eyes looking up at the feline.
"Honestly, I'd like to have sex with you." She smiled to the serpent, and Kaze got the impression it was the best smile she could manage. She took off her blouse, her breasts bare, not needing support at their A-cup size.
Aya wiggled in his seat, having to place a hand over his crotch to keep his two shafts from rising out of his slit, watching the psychiatrist intently, eyes going over her slender neck, perky breasts topped with perked nipples, taut stomach, and down to her hips, which she revealed as she stepped out of her skirt, folding it neatly on the chair. She turned to him in her panties, stepping forward over part of his tail.
Aya was dressed in the dull green jumpsuit they gave him for modesty, but the doctor gestured for him to take it off with a wave of her hand. He wasn't one to refuse such a demanding offer, and un-zippered it all the way down the front, shedding it off to the side. His sheath's bulge burst, two shafts barreling out towards the sky, foot-long and glistening with the pre that had built up inside his sheath.
The doctor, in her cotton white panties, stepped forward with surprising feline grace. Her mottled fur contrasted greatly with Aya's stark white scales. She straddled his tail for a moment, watching his shafts throb in the air. Leaning in, she placed small kisses on his chest and neck, rough feline tongue scraped against his neck, but to his scales it felt wonderful. He wrapped his arms around her waist. With her so close, he ached for the sex promised to him. Ever since his surgery he hadn't been given a single thing, not even another dreamy blowjob by doctor Rower.
The feline did away with her panties, her pretty sex moist. She shifted atop the serpent, resting her heated sex upon his upper tail, just below his crotch, his shafts pressed up against her belly, her breasts against his chest. She watched him intently, and he could only gaze stupidly back into her bright feline eyes. She rubbed her body up against him, her fur feeling divine against his shaft, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure, his head falling back against the wall. His hands squeezed at her hips, sliding down to grip tightly at her rump, eliciting a soft intake of breath from the calico.
Kenson lifted her hips, moving higher on the snake, pushing him down towards his futon bed to lay down flat. Aya was surprised by her dominance, being so petite, but then again, he was a slave, an experiment, a prisoner, and she was a well-educated doctor, brought in by the Imperium itself to test him, the lowest of low. The thought excited him.
The feline's hips shifted closer, and she sat up on his body, knees against his futon, "Do you have any problems with anal sex?" she looked down at him, curious. He shook his head, and she began lowering herself upon him, both hands moving down to guide his two shafts to their destinations. One fated for her glistening sex, the other pressed against her tight tailhole. His proud shafts throbbed almost painfully, and his breathing became erratic as he struggled to keep his hips steady.
Moving slowly downward, both the shafts were pressed against their targets, splitting tailhole and sex open nice and slow, the calico leading the pace, and Aya was fine with that. Kenson dropped herself, letting both shafts pierce her deep. Aya groaned in delight, his head thumping back against his futon, hands squeezing her hips wantonly. Kenson started to slide her hips up and down, pumping with her thighs, rolling her hips back and forth to treat both shafts divinely.
Bracing herself with hands upon his chest, she increased the pace, moving faster and faster, his own pre serving as the lube to her pussy and pucker. The serpent held on for dear life as she treated him to his first full sexual experience as a snake! He started pumping his hips up to meet hers, and for a moment she paused, letting him thrust away to his heart's content. He went faster and faster, reaching a peak, causing the feline to purr and moan, her head rolling back, little breasts bouncing. She resumed with him, slamming harder and harder, little body bouncing on his hips.
Finally, the climax! Both shafts released into her body, spurts of glistening white traveling deep into her entrances. He gripped her hips and ground into them as his cocks throbbed and pulsed with the climax, and when he was done, he continued to attempt to pleasure her, giving another round of pumps before the afterglow caught up with him, and his limbs fell limp. She was purring the whole time, giving a few squeaks whenever he hit particularly pleasurable spots.
She came to rest upon his chest, breathing deeply with him, but she remained completely silent, watching his face with her glazed eyes. He didn't notice, eyes closed, looking up to the ceiling, mouthing the words he wanted to say before speaking them, "Thank you... I don't think you know how much I..." he paused, not wanting to say 'needed', but oh well, "...needed that..."
The calico gave him another of her brighter smiles, resting with him a moment longer before lifting herself off. A few moments later and she was cleaned and dressed, though walked a bit tensely, and he noticed this. He helped carry the chair into the airlock, and from there he was left in silence, his shafts disappeared into his slit, though his crotch was still coated in their combined fluids. He watched Rower talk with Kenson, and then she was leaded away towards what he'd gathered was the entrance of the lab room.
Aya sighed happily, cleaning himself off in the bathroom before laying out on the bed on his stomach, wiggling with excitement and content. He needed more days like this!