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Save Point: The Examination

Peninsula Base, Rama Empire

Cleo shivers as the sethura sprays an aerosolized, bees-wax based hydrocarbon product up her butt-crack. The motion turns to a shimmy of delight as the spray evaporates with a pleasing numbing sensation and the scent of polished wood.

She feels her haunches being pulled apart and her tail being firmly lifted and clamped out of the way with a coil of adjustable metal. The sethura yanks it hard and tight so her tail throbs. "Just try to relax," the nurse encourages her, "while I insert the scanners."

The scanners look more like two humongous dildos, especially since they seem to have been grown out of some sort of organic material and are shaped based on some sort of 'form follows function' principle. They look, concludes Cleo after a quick comparison of known varieties, most like a horse's cock but adapted to grow on a man. Which makes her start giggling, especially since there's relaxants in the spray and the sethura administering the exam is cheerfully transgender, a quite definite male with six beautifully attractive breasts scaling downward.

A scanning wall off to the side shows a coloured, full-scale one to one cross-section of her most personal parts and lower belly, updated in real-time so that the nurse can see where the scanners are going. She watches the first one part her pussy, spread her open and slither up deep inside, which definitely turns her on. "You alright?" asks the sethura, confused by the giggling (not a trait their race subscribes to) but Cleo is already watching as the scan resolution exceeds perfect and reaches levels of detail beyond the detection even of augmented vision. She's never gotten such an accurate eyeful of her own cunt before.

The anal insertion is far more interesting, because the sethura has to muscle it up there and it hurts, even with the spray. She watches her anus contract against the assault, then open up and unclench, trying to take it as she gets excited by what she's watching being done to herself. Even so, the equipment is built for use on a sethuress and sethuresses are large, with wide hips and a flexibly leathery asshole like a mares. Even getting them to substitute beeswax in the spray, for something that she's sure would have stung like a bitch, was something of a concession.

Luckily they had a whole batch of 'interspecies lubricant' already mixed up which matched the required specs. A fascinating guidebook in the lobby, printed discreetly in black with white text, suggested that the sethura had already tried every conceivable form of fucking with the locals, most of whom had come off very hard on the losing side.

Getting the last bit of the scanner all the way in is tricky. The blunt head of it pushes painfully up against her abdomen from the inside, banging up against her several times as the sethura tries to angle for the alignment but fails. Finally, by bracing the device just under hir lowest set of breasts and against hir midriff, the sethura gives it a brutal thrust just like he was fucking her and it slides_all_ the way up, pure pleasure of penetration, as deep inside her as it could possibly go.

Cleo sighs and relaxes, because that's what she normally does at this moment.

Several interesting minutes follow as he scanners perform a range of automatic diagnostics, not just scanning what's there but also emitting various signals designed to induce a response. She experiences hot, cold, shiveriness, deep vaginal itch, a fraction of an orgasm, a quick snap of pain like touching an electric fence and a number of other synesthesic sensations for which the are no adequate words. Each and every one makes her ass clench in a truly startling manner. The sethura have not yet completely perfected recalibration of their devices for the human nervous system, so the safeties are most definitely off.

The sethura reads the guidebook and ignores her until her time is up. There's an abrupt chime from the output screen that, Cleo is fairly certain, indicates she's done like a microwaved snack.

Getting the scanners out, in light of their hard-to-remove horse-cock shape, is inevitably even more interesting than putting then in. Cleo braces herself in the stirrups, which have been pulled in as close as they'll go, and thinks dirty thoughts about horseflesh as she tries to push out the scanner which has worked its way comfortably up against her cervix. Eventually it slithers out suddenly as she strains and the sethura collects it, has a quick look up her pussy, inserts two fingers into the stretched out empty space and then concludes that she'll be fine.

The scanner is hung on a rack, still dripping with her juices and without any cleaning at all. It seems to be self-sterilizing, but Cleo still finds herself watching the trickle down in disgust.

No matter how much she strains, she can't seem to expel the other scanner, even with the sethura pulling on it to the best of hir ability. It's catching on the inside rim of her anus and she just can't force it past. Eventually, the sethura steps back, puts one doubly-divided foot up against the soft curve of her ass just behind her rank marking (claws and hardened pads digging in firmly) and leans all the way backward to put her entire body weight against it.

For a few agonizing seconds, nothing happens. Then suddenly there is a huge sucking pop as Cleo's anus prolapses, and the scanner flies free in a spray of much darkened and considerably thickened lubricant that has been churned out of her insides. The heavy liquids strike the tiles between her legs with a solid sounding splat.

Cleo snarls involuntarily as the sethura uses the tip of the scanner again, to press firmly against her painfully clenched and swollen butthole and push everything up until it pops relief-fully into place. Regeneration kicks in and she starts to heal almost immediately.

Once she's stopped gasping and mentally replaying the image of her own ass being reamed out on the screen as she watches, however, she finds herself oddly inclined toward forgiveness for the whole thing. The inside of her belly still aches fiercely, and her ass feels like it's burning, but the sudden emptiness makes her yearn to have something up inside her again.

More importantly (she sniggers to herself) the sethura has caught a faceful of splatter and gotten it all over hir upper set of breasts. That'll teach hir not to pay attention. Now he'll have to take a shower immediately and will probably spend most of it jerking off over what he just saw!

Grimly, she accepts a number of disposable towels from the sethura, who is busily wiping-off breasts and face, scrubs herself clean between the legs and then twists around to free her tightly yanked-up tail with a noisy thud as it smacks against the table before she gets it back under control. As an afterthought, she grabs the spraycan of unspecified hydrocarbon product, shoves the nozzle up between her legs and holds the trigger down continuously for almost a minute, with spray condensing continually on her crotch and dripping steadily down into the existing puddle, until the cooling and numbing has kicked in completely. It's not like they wouldn't have to clean up the mess anyway.

She climbs down from the saddle, being very careful not to slip on anything. Walking straight takes a few steps worth of practice until everything lines up again.

"So. The results are?" she enquires pointedly of the sethura, who has mostly gotten clean by now.

"All perfectly normal. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Cleo sighs and, muzzle raised into the air, stalks off, smelling of bees-wax and trace aromatics.

~*~

"So what were the real results?" asks Kilseth as the nurse fucks him. She has hir phallos up him from behind, as Kirstine kneels down in front of him and executes a quite skillful blowjob, head only of course because of the spines. Doing sethuressa deepthroat would require her to advance considerably in a number of skills.

"Pregnant, as you suggested," pants the nurse, hir big breasts pushing up against his back as hir cock slides deeper. "It shouldn't have been possible but it was. I extracted the embryo using a micro-filiament just small enough to clear her cervix, during the middle of the test when she wouldn't notice. I used one of those old active-paper guide books - aahhh! So she thought I was just reading up on interspecies sexuality - aahhh!"

"Yes. Keep fucking," Kilseth orders the distracted nurse.

"I put the embryo in a stasis bobble, just industry standard. So I could study it - oh Wolfmother, by the Bitches Name, I'm gonna cum!"

"Hold it," orders Kilseth. "Kirstine, stop sucking, stand up and bend over. Good. And now," he addresses the nurse, "I want you to unload it all deep inside your mistresses cunt."

The look of surprise on Kirstine's face makes it all worthwhile.

~*~