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Jessica asked the, “Computer it’s been 45 minutes. Is he coming out?”

“No, he has been staring at the door for the last 5 minutes.”

She grumbled then called out loudly, “Damit Ken, we are going to be late! Get moving!” Sounding more grumpy than she had intended.

He stepped out almost as she finished speaking, he must have been staring at the door from very close up! It took a moment to register that he was naked, and she couldn’t help but look at his crotch. It was the only part of him she hadn’t seen yet after all.

He was very canine looking there, a sheath and furry testicals. It took her a moment to register that they were pretty big ones and that his sheath wasn’t too small eather. His balls were apricot size at least and his sheath looked to be 20cm. She wondered how big he got when fully erect. She suddenly realized she was doing something she hated having done to her and yanked her eyes to his face blushing furiously because she knew it taken long moments to do so.

She took him in and really looked him over while trying to get her mind out of the gutter and to stop thinking about how well hung he was. He wasn’t even human for Gods sake!

He was big, at 211 cm he towered over her own 150 cm. Hell if she looked straight at him she was looking him in mid chest. His listed weight was 230 kilos, but he looked to running lighter than that right now. His one eye was clear vivid blue that really stood out with the black fur around it, and he was marked like a black and white husky. His head was all canine, his eye teeth being long enough to peek out from under his lips gave him a fearsome look. His ears weren't folded over but up right and expressive. His hand looked like a normal human hand if it was furry and had paw pads on fingertips and palms. His legs were more somewhat short in the thigh, shorter in the shin, but the ankle was much higher up and he stood on his toes. She knew there was a word for it but she couldn’t think of it then. His one foot had wicked looking claws on it that had never come from a canine though. Both stumps ended in black skin with only a disting of fur on it. Before he had started losing weight it looked like he had had the sculpted body of a bodybuilder and was built like a tank.

He was big enough to pick up her own 55 kilos in one hand most likely. Granted it was all he had but she thought he could have done it the same way in good health. She had never felt short at 163cm, but with him towering over her by half a meter did make her feel small and the differences in size was something to keep in mind if things ever got violent between them.

The long moments of silence were broken by him looking down, “I am sorry Jess. I should have put the old shorts on. I didn't mean to displease.”

“What? No those old things needed replacing. You look perfectly yummy. Fine! I meant fine!” She corrected as her cheeks burned brighter. “But we need to go see a doctor. The sooner the better, so let's get you in a ships suit!” She said changing the subject before her hormones said anything more embarrassing. She hoped he couldn’t smell her arousal, because while she wasn’t sure how she felt about him yet, some parts of her were determined to make clear their approval.

“Come on you can use me to balance but lets get you dressed so we can get to that appointment okay? The guy says he can work wonders and he has good ratings with the locals.” She offered him a hand to help balance with as she took him into her room and to his locker. She reminded herself that she should start thinking of it as their room. The one time he shifted and had to use her for balance, she wondered if she would be pushed through the floor as she supported his massive weight.

He hopped along without comment, looking a little lost. She knew things were moving fast, and that he hadn’t had anytime to really adjust; a pity there just wasn't time to give him the time he needed. But she had a contract that had her leaving in 3 days.

Helping him get dressed seemed to embarrass them both. She couldn’t help stealing looks at his big member sheathed or not. It gave her a new appreciation for guys who had a hard time not staring at a busty woman’s chest. Her modist b cups hadn’t been as prone to drawing attention as say a woman with double DDs, but she had meet a few guys who just couldn’t seem to help themselves. At least she was wearing a bra today so her nipples wouldn’t poke any eyes out till her libido cooled off.

He looked good in the ships suit. Unlike the worn shorts he had on earlier that had been quite loose, the ships suit hugged the curves of his body. It wasn’t skin tight but close, emphasizing his package in a way that seemed to make him look bigger there, like he had a sausage in his pants. The logo of a pegasus wings up as it lept into the sky might have been slightly odd looking on a predator she granted but the fit was good, and the deep blue of the material contrasted nicely with his fur, which was still damp.

“You’re not completely dry,” she said thoughtfully, “Is it normal for you to be damp this long?” The ship’s suit would dry him out she thought, it was designed after all to help get rid of sweat build up with its weave on the inner layer. Or maybe not, given fur was different than human skin. She would have to look into that as well. Her mental list was growing fast.

“No ma-, er Jess. But normally we have blowers that run warm air over us when we stand in them to help us dry faster. I tried my best to dry off with towels, but was unable to get properly dry.” He sounded quite apologetic as if this was his failing.

She shook her head, “Okay, well, I'll set something up. Were they omnidirectional or did they blow just from one direction?” She asked as she lead him over to his wheelchair that was still in the bathroom, still providing support. Every now and then she thought he looked like he had swallowed a lemon, and wondered if it hurt his pride to depend on someone else for aid.

“Usually from 2 or 3 directions Jess, to help dry faster. Time spent in coat care was time not spent performing other duties.” There was something she couldn’t put her finger on there a hint of bitterness perhaps. She put that thought aside though as she considered how to set things up.

“I will have something set up before we leave. I fabbed you a bed, do you have any preferences for bed linens?”

He looked at he blankly, “No? A sheet is a sheet, Jess.”

“Okay then. Well I'll arrange selection than to see if there is anything you might like over simple plassheets.” Personally she hated cheap plastic fabrics. A good synthetic silk was her choice of fabric for sheets. A pitty the real thing was so costly; still the synthetic was indistinguishable from the real thing to most so it wasn't as if it was bad stuff.

“Yes Jess.” He responded automatically.

She snorted, “Now there is a statement,” she said as she wheeled him towards his appointment, “that says I don’t know what to say here so I will just agree. How does the ships suit feel by the way? You look good in it,” she couldn’t help adding.

He shifted a little, “It's tight in the crotch Jess,” he said with mild discomfort.

“Ah?” She couldn't help but stealing a glance and she guessed the fabric did look a little taught there. “I will get some measurements after your recovered and get you better fitting clothes. I will also need to fabricate you a full vac suit, which means buy a schematic for one. Do you have any specifications you want me to keep an eye out for?”

“Well the suit we used in the service was the D19-77 with the mod B options. I liked that one more than the Telcore Six model we used in training.” He said after a moment. “But I can use whatever you like.”

She hmmfed, “I will see what I can learn of this D19-77 but the military doesn’t like talking about their gear much. Do you know any of the specifications? I assume it was a hard suit?”

“Yes Jess, it was hard suit with powered servos to grant greater strength, the suit outer shell was a laminate ceramic that had a coating of thermal conductive laser restant aspect to it. The E seal was some kind of foam that was kinetic reactive foam that crystallized when explosively decompressed to reseal the suit. Oh and the plumbing connections were much nicer than the Telcore ones, those always let us walking a little awkwardly right after getting out of them.”

She hmmed, “I know of some of that stuff but not the others. The laser resistant coating for instance is something I think I have the data for. There are a number of laminate ceramics that are used in hard suits. Yours was likely one of the carbon nanotube reinforced ones. I don't have a fabrication unit that will handle producing that. That takes a class 3 or better unit and mine if only a class 5. As for the plumbing connections I will see what I can fine for review on those. Comfort is always a factor because sometimes we can end up in them for a few days at a time if there is a hull breach of any size.”

He gave me a worried look, “Have have suffered critical hull breaching in the past?”

She shrugged, “Just the once. Laser burn down the length of the starboard hull, 20 frames long, it clipped the living quarters floor in the living space. The spin of the module couldn’t halt fast enough to keep the weekend plating from giving out under the centrifugal force that produces the gravity like effect.” She tried not to think about how lucky she had been. They had after all only missed the bridge module by about 10 meters, as she had the ship's computer throw the ship into a spin to get the bridge out of their sights.

His eye widened, and he asked, “You have been in battle?” She wasn’t sure if it was in awe or fear.

“Well,” she said as they came up on the entry to the doc’s place in the lower decks of the stations habitation ring, “Only if you count battle as flooring it so to speak and running your ion drives so hard you took 10k hours off their operation life as you sprinted for the jump point. If they hadn’t caught sight of me so close to the jump point I would have been screwed. Well more screwed. The damages cost a lot of down time to repair once I was in dock.”

“I did not realize that this position would include combat duty!” He said with evident excitement. “I had thought it was purely civilian!”

“It is civilian, who ever told you being a civilian meant always being safe though?” She wondered if she should explain piracey to him. Maybe later. She wheeled him into the doctor's office and she thought he looked rather disappointed, or maybe thoughtful, it was hard to read his expressions at times.

“It is the job of the armed forces to keep civilians safe!” He explained sounding like an advertisement for Navy or maybe the Core.

“Yea well the military in my experience is like the cops. Never there when you need them, but looking over your shoulder when you don’t want them around,” she said with exasperation as she signed them in.

“I don’t understand ma’am,” he responded to the truisme.

She sighed, “They often show up to troubled places after the trouble has been there and as often as not gone. Other times they show up and enforce regulations that are more hindrance to a spacer than helpful. In one memorable case a Navy loadmaster decided that the load in my cargo hold was distributed in an unsafe manner. They insisted in putting the cargo in a safe manner. This meant that the flammable gasses ended up all in the port hold, while the tungsten ingots I was hauling got stuffed in the starboard hold. That ment my center of mass was way off center of where it should have been and I had to make the run constantly running an attitude thruster to keep me on corse. And the only reason he decided the cargo was unsafe was because I wouldn't give the fucker a blow job. The lesson in the experience was, record all interactions with dock personal even ones enforcing law,” she ended grumpily. She didn’t add that after he had suggested if she wanted to get out of there faster by blowing him, that she had told him no she didn’t have time to find a microscope big enough to find his tiny dick, she was certain he had taken it personally.

Ken however looked at her with wide shocked eyes like he couldn’t imagine the that happening. Maybe he couldn’t, she wasn’t sure.

Then as the nurse was approaching he asked to her surprise, “Why didn’t you give him a blow job? What is a blow job, did you not have one to give Jess?”

The nurse coughed and turneda little red, though Jess wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or hilarity. Jess was pretty sure she was at least a little red. Dam her fair skin. “Let’s save that question for later,” she told him hastily.

“I’m Jody, Ms Harkins.” The nurse seemed to at least have regained her composure. “The Doc will be with us in about 15 minutes, in the meantime can I get you set up in a room and start gathering his vitals. I understand the doctor has his medical file already?”

“Yes Jody, I sent all the basic data as part of the estimate request and the full details on request. Do you not have them?,” she replied as she followed the nurse who lead the way.

“Oh good they should be in the system then, sometimes we get people in here with a Dog Boy and they haven’t bothered to send the complete file along or even a file at all sometimes. It always complicates things. Is he a new purchase I take it?” She asked as she guided them into a room that looked little different than most family doctors exam rooms.

“Yes, how could you tell?” She asked. Wondering at the way things were handled again. How much like slavery was it? She would have to hit up some historical references some time.

Jody pointed to the exam table, “Get up there bucko. If you need help, ask for it don’t fall flat on your face. Getting you guys up off the floor just about needs a crane,” she directed to Ken. Then she turned and looked at Jess, “Oh well lets just say that the question he asked was a clue he hasn’t been out of the service long or at least not in civilian human company long.”

“I see,” she replied face reddening some, unsure what to say to that.

“Ken, is it?” Jody asked Ken.

“Yes Ma’am!” he replied looking around uneasily.

“Well Ken, you’re going to be just fine, and Ms. Harkins he will lose the fresh off the troop transport feel over a few weeks to a few months for the most part, altho most seem to always have a certain amount of stick up the ass to them no matter how long they are out of the service. The Doc tells me it has to do with the training they go through all their lives. Everything I have seen though says if you treat him well he will good to you as well.”

Jess snorted, “Now you sound like a sales rep Nurse.”

“Well I have wanted to work more with them than I have really had a chance, you know? Ever since I was a kid, and firefighter team came out to our house and put out a fire. Most of their crew was made up of Wolves. My parents were so impressed that we did volunteer work at the fire station every few months for years. Got to know a few of the guys pretty well. I can say it made a lasting impression on me,” Jody explained.

An older man came in, dark skin, hair and eyes and a build that made Jess thing his ancestors must have been from the Indian content back on Earth. He held out his hand to Jody, “Ms. Harkens I believe?”

Jess shook his hand, “Yes, Doctor Reddy?” she said hopefully.

“Yes, I have gone over Ken’s file in more detail. Everything looks good to proceed,” he answered. “Now due to your hast in needing to move on, I do need to sit down with you and do a lot of post op care explanation and training. If you would follow me this way Nurse Jody and her crew will get Ken prepared for O.R.”

Going with the man Jess said, “I do have training that would qualify me as a paramedic. Have to have it to get my Class A rating as a spacer.”

“I will run you through a quick review of the procedures that you will need as well as additional software I will want you to add to your autodoc. Before that however I thought I should bring something up. Ken is I am guessing the first moroue that you have had any contact with? Or at the very least the first contract you have bought?”

“Yes Doctor, they passed a law saying I needed a second person with a spacers rating on the ship as crew. Ken is my answer to that. Given how things went at the disabled Dog Boy center seems like it might have been a good thing for him as well as fixing my problems,” she answered.

“Ah, an interesting statement and we will come back to some of what you said there in a bit. But let me ask, has anyone told you about Litric? It’s a drug used for a form of chemical castration. I ask because according to his records he has been on it since about age 8. If he is taken off it, he is going to start feeling urges he is unfamiliar with, and take notice of things he might not have before,” stated calmly.

She turned and looked at him, “Doc I’ve never heard of anything like that. Is it really necessary for him to have this stuff?”

He paused and said uncomfortably, “Ms Harkins your going to be in a relatively small and closed environment, with what is under all the things United Worlds tells you a super soldier. In your case yes I think it would be necessary. His kind will throw themselves on a grenade to protect a human, they are trained their whole lives to think that way. But no amount of training is going to stop his gonads from doing his thinking for him if he goes off that stuff and goes through something similar to puberty in just a few weeks. Right now he has all the testosterone of an adult male running through his system, but the Litric limits him to the sexual impulses of a child.”

He went on, “I have worked with his kind in my time in the military. I have seen what happens to males who go off the stuff unexpectedly. A unit that fell out of contact for a three week period, had to use local supplies to keep going. The Litric is in their food supply and if they stop taking it it flushes out of the system in 3 to 4 days. Of the 12 moroues in that unit, 1 had to be put down for rape, 2 had committed suicide shamed by what they had done, 6 had to have counseling because they had started behaving inappropriately around women.”

Opening an office door he motioned her in, “Of the 3 who did not get put down all 3 were um,” here he flushed and turned red, “Well finding release in other ways, all 3 had their contracts bought out by civilian women. Legally the military should have pressed charges but it was felt that the best way to handle it was to pretend nothing was happening, given that they were local heroes.”

Nodding Jess looked at the man, “All right I understand your concerns Dr Reddy. I do not however agree to chemical castration,” she frowned looking for the right words. “Doctor if someone suggested doing that to a human male they would be under significant censure. Why are they even doing this?”

“You know I asked my CO that. You know what he told me? That unlike human men, they couldn't go on leave and hook up with a girl in a bar, or pay a hooker, they could not in fact find a female they could legally have sex with. It is by the way under UW law an act of beastaility as they are legally classified as animals. That made me look into why that would be the case, after all the military alone employs millions of moroues. Turns out that fewer than 1 in 100k of their kind that we ever see are female and they have all been chemically neutered in a way that does not wear off,” the doctor got a far away look and paused.

The doctor sighed. “I looked into things more and found out that there are several rights groups and animal activists groups working to change that. But every attempt has been shot down. Gentech has more money than any group but the government and its possible they have more than the government. Looking more into the medical side of things on the moroues I realized that part of the reason Gentech wasn’t selling females to keep anyone from producing a female and there for producing a way around purchasing moroues through them. So Gentech basically has the government over a barrel if they want to keep the military numbers up where they feel they are needed.”

“That is why they are chemically neutered and rare. That and the military likes having their ‘animals’ minds on task and not on sex or the wife and children they might have. I think a lot of the people at the top in the military would prefer biological atomotoans that didn’t have any relationship issues if they could manage it.” Dr Reddy made a vague waving gesture.

“I am off topic, sorry. Its a sore point and what lead to my leaving the military after my schooling had been paid for,” he explained.

“So legal and moral issues of Gentech to the side for now,” Jess said while shelving her feelings on that, because she had to admit she was going to have to think that over for a time before knowing how she felt about it, other than deeply disturbed. “Your saying that if Ken goes off this stuff he will become what, a hormonal super teen?”

The doctor chuckled darkly, “No. He will become a adult male, weighing almost 4 times your bodyweight, feeling sexual urges for the first time. The only female’s he has known his whole life are human, and according to research done with moroues who go off the drug they quickly become sexual attacted to human women around 80 to 90% of the time. Are you prepared to deal with a sexualy confused and frustrated male who can frankly hurt you by accident if enraged?”

Sitting back in the seat she had taken she took a moment to look around the room as she considered that. The office was tastefully decorated if simplistically. He had the usual certificates and diplomas up on the wall behind him. Below was a shelf of knick knacks and keepsakes from the look of it.

As she took that in she considered how to handle the situation she would be in. She had had a few fantasies about being forcibly taken but fantasies were all they were meant to be. On the other hand she could willingly let him fuck her brains out, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t already drooled over his naked body. Just thinking about it sent a thrill though her. But would it be taking advantage of him like it would a child? She wasn’t sure.

“Is there anyway to wean him off the stuff slowly?” She asked thoughtfully.

The doctor shook his head, “The stuff specifically inhibits libido, as that fluctuates based on a number of things, you could wean him off slowly but have him suddenly as aroused as if you took him off it all at once. I understand the males who are taken off of it, are done so at the retirement colonies and only then. Most choose to go back on it or even pick a more permanent answer, unable to handle the changes in their late 30s.”

She nodded her understanding. “Violence would only be likely if there was no outlet? What if I got him sex toys?” She managed to get that out with only a slight blush.

The doctor’s lips twitched, and he answered, “An artificail vergina? That might work, it might not. Their impulse to protect humans would be helpful in steering them that way. I will see that your supplies include enough Litric to last you for say six months. My suggestion is that if you choose to take him off it to keep the supply handy. If you need to put him back on it, it only take a few hours to work back into the system. It leaves you options and I hope that things work out for you two. Just please be careful.”

“That said Ms Harkins,” he went on pulling out a tablet, “Let's look at all the things you will need to do for the next few weeks. It's a long list, hopefully it won't cause you to many issues however.”

Jess settled in with what the doctor had said pushed to back of her mind for now. It was a long evening with the doctor and he was a demanding instructor when he he hit gaps in her training for what would need to be done.

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Ken did as he was instructed by the nurses. Like most medical procedures in his life he had no real idea what was going on, just a few words from his new commander, Jess. They were working to make him better, something other than useless. He wasn’t sure if that was possible but he held onto hope that it was.

Ken thought everything had gone from a stand still in his life to rushing forward at full tilt, and he found it oddly comforting. In the military things would go from a static, your training and doing make work, to your headed out on a mission in much the same way, with as little explanation as he had. It was he thought the natural way of things and a year spent in down time with nothing to do hard worn him down in a way he could only now begin to see.

When they shaved him he winced a little, knowing that growing in new fur there would be itchy for a time. When they started sicking him with needles and sticking wires on to him, he knew from past experience thing were moving along faster than was normal. Then suddenly his eyes felt heavy. He fought it out of habit of training, but it was futile in the long run and he finally surrendered to the oblivion of the anesthetics.

Ken woke a few times that he was aware of, groggily answering inane questions such as could he feel this or that, did he feel sick, could he tell how many fingers were held up. The only thing though that really iminginged on him was a awareness that much of his right side could not move. That and the ache or some times out right pain from missing limbs seemed worse than any point but when he was burning.

Thankfully after a time we sank into a peaceful sleep. Yet while the sleep was peaceful he dreamed of things he could not recall, that left him wanting something he could not define. Whatever it was though he ached for it in a way he never had for anything else.

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Jess ended up spending the time Ken was in surgery studding what the doc was doing in greater detail. Hundreds of years ago, not long after the invention of the 3D printer, people had had high hopes of 3D printing all kinds of body parts. There was some success with rigid structures but complex living tissue had encountered issues with print speeds. To put a fine point on it, to print at a speed needed to keep cell death from happening for anything of size required a speed of printing that cooked the organic components like they were in a baking oven.

The good doctor had gotten around the issue with the help of an engineer, by not printing in the common environment. The environment details were not in the paperwork and just listed as nutrients bath. While printing in this solution they printed first a base inorganic structure to work with, than began printing not ligaments or muscles or any of that but the viens. Then they went in and back filled everything, up to the epidermis. The all the tissue was printed as a universal donor material designed for the body to replace with natural tissue over time. The drugs and methods for that were as vaguely defined as the medium the printing was done in.

The combination of two new processes however looked to have finally opened the door to fabrication of limbs. Pity they couldn’t do delicate work like his eye yet. Still the doc had a quality eye socket put in, and she had an eye ready to go into it when he was recovered, though he did say having someone who knew what they were doing helping with the initial activation was recommended.

She also spent a lot of time before they had to leave of reading over the Litric info that was avalible. The info did not specifically specify that it was addictive, but reading between the lines she thought it might be. Not as addictive as say alcohol or any of the designer drugs out there but like caffeine could be addictive. Take it away from them, and they would crave it. However unlike a caffeine addict they would have no clue what they were craving.

She had been badly addicted to caffeine for a time without realizing it. It was the time she ran out of cola while mining for an ore load because she had hit a dry run and just needed some credits that it had become clear how badly she could crave the stuff when it wasn’t around. The headaches had been unpleasant, and the groggy feeling she couldn't shake sometimes didn’t help. Withdraw had only lasted for a week or so though. It had been a grumpy bad week, but not the hell of withdraw she had read about for addicts to things like amphetamines.

So they had two cravings at once, one for the drug and one for sex, or sexual release. But they didn’t in the case of ones who went off it by accident know what it was they were craving. She wondered what that would do to someone’s temper. A craving for something you couldn’t identify? Combine that with sexual desires waking up and she could see how things might get ugly. No wonder the unit the doctor had worked with had gone nuts.

She had spent some time anonymously asking around on a few non mainstream forums at the station how others had handled it. Some said they had kept them on it, but a few had privately messaged her with suggestions ranging from Rosy Palm and her sisters training to sex toys and a few even sent her schematics for a said sex toys he could use to relive his needs on. The one thing they all agreed on was get him to understand what was happening, and give him away to relieve the need from time to time.

She had spent time thinking about it and coming to terms with the fact she was going to be very very tight on her schedule this time around. She would have to accelerate at slightly less than ? the normal acceleration and the same for deceleration if she needed to decelerate. To put it bluntly she had to keep gravity effects to Earth normal as possible. She normally boosted and breaked at 1.5 gravities. It was going to add a chunk of travel time. Thankfully he would be past that part of his recovery before they reached their destination.

If that wasn’t enough of an issue, after she had left the station with Ken in the auto doc, she had found that her plenty of free time and time to do everything for Ken didn’t mix all that well. She ended up carefully managing ships duties around his care while he lay completely comatose.

The doctor had informed her of the need to keep him sedated, but for brief periods for 10 days after the surgery. But she really wished he had mentioned the hole can’t move to much or experience anything that would stress the tissue while everything was healing up sooner. The doctor was doing her a favor, just not quite as a big one as she had first thought. Well she was storing all the data the autodoc was recording witch was a big part of her payment for the hole thing.

She would need to run Ken though the autodoc as close to once a day as she could get for the next year. She thought it might be a long year given how tired she was now but maybe she was just projecting from current exhaustion. She had taken to sleeping in a chair next to Ken keep an eye on him even when she had her laughable scheduled free time.

She had a half hour for each of her 3 meals and two 15 minute breaks over 18 hours. She had 6 hours of ship board duties, and 10 hours of things she needed to do with Ken and the autodoc. She would have thought keeping him sedated all this time would mean little attention was needed but no, she had to monitor his vitals, check waste disposal, keep him clean, keep his dressing clean, keep the auto doc clean, keep the auto doc stocked of all it’s needed supplies, and run all the doctors tests. The tests were what really ate into her time. Did he really need them ever half hour?

What really irritated her was she was having to run tests that the auto doc could run but no, it needed human eyes on subject according to the doc. Because if anything did go wrong she needed to put him into hibernation sleep till she could get to a medical facility that could treat him.

Thankfully there were things in modern medicine that accelerate healing or this would be an even longer process. Still it was a very very long 10 days and she was thankful when the tests showed that healing had progressed to the point she could wake him up. She really wanted to get to know him better.