Treating a Gorgon
Eachann watched the heavy rain make fractal patterns on the large windows of the staff room, down below he could just make out the waves wash over the base of the tower, churning in violent rage, throwing salt spray at the ill-prepared whitewash. Really it was remarkable they painted the tower at all, it always rained, and it was always high tide too; at least from what he could tell, they must have had to give it a new lick every calm season, a waste of money in his opinion.
The equine snorted and sipped at his coffee, holding his coat closer to his body, the sterilized environment of the hospital coupled with the grizzly day outside made him feel chill to the bone. He cupped the coffee to his numb hands as if trying to absorb the heat from it, watching the clouds as a transporter-ship wobbled, never quite settling on one height or one angle as it battled through the turbulence. It approached the hospital tower at a methodical speed, reminding Eachann of a deranged bumble-bee. Gravity was stronger here than on Mars or Earth, and he always marvelled at the round bulbous size of the engines they made here to compensate for the difference; they looked almost artistic as they belched dissipating purple exhaust into the atmosphere - was that healthy? No one seemed to mind too much if it wasn't. They had far too many off customs on this planet.
The stallion stared as the ship came closer, marvelling at its size. It wasn't an ambulance, it was grander, private, the sort of ship owned by someone very rich, perhaps one of the hospital board members. He marvelledd as its underside disappeared from sight, crossing over the roof to the docking port on the opposite wing, the fuel spray began to dim and slow as the ship tried to steady itself for disembarking - most of the gas flittered into the atmosphere, but somecondensedd and fell on the window before the good doctor, mixing with the droplets of rain to make manystrangelyy hued purple shapes. Sometimes the stallion had to remember how remote this hospital, this planet was - nobody made transporters with the idea in mind their exhaust could possibly land on anywhere public. The horse smiled as his mind cast back to his childhood where he'd diligently make scale models of transport ships, obsessing over the smallest details and placements, of course being Earth-born his models were mostly made in Sol styles; Earth had a love for steel and pistons, smooth carapaces that hid the intricate workings inside, Mars on the other hand had an affair with chrome and copper, their machine's parts all covered in a fine mesh, strange confusing structures that followed the rise and fall of where contours were demanded and when not, keeping everything as compact as possible for their highly-developed areas. Here, on this colony, everything was alien in style, the engines with their 360 degrees of movement, the coloured exhaust fumes, and the strange, almost mad paths in which they moved to arrive at their destination,
Eachann jumped back to reality from his daydreaming, staring at the clock he realized with horror how he had taken a longer break that he should have.
"Crap," the equine muttered under his breath, throwing his now-lukewarm coffee into the bin as he rushed across several hallways to his office. The sound of his hooves trotted lightly through the silent corridors threw warped echoes across the halls, making a strange procession of ghosts follow his every step. The hospital was almost empty, being kept at twenty per-cent capacity.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Ms. McLean ," the equine apologized hurriedly, he thanked the gods that it was only her in his waiting room, "please come on in."
The cheetah smiled an odd smile, it was almost a grimace, one side of her face didn't match the toothy maw she displayed on the other. She followed him through complacently.
"Sit down," he asked, trying to keep an air of friendly professionalism about himself, "now - from you file - I understand your General Practitioner is worried by paralysis down the right side of your face."
The feline nodded, "it feels numb too," she added.
Eachann gave a small whiny under his breath, first examining the skin round the muzzle with his fingers, asking where and where she couldn't feel the pressure. He already had a pretty good idea about the problem, but he just had to make completely sure.
"Now I want you to smile for me," he asked. She complied, half her face seemingly frozen as she gave a toothy grin, carefully he began to feel round her lips, and where the muscles pulled taunt across both sides of her face.
"When did you have this muzzle implanted?" the Equine asked calmly.
"About three months ago."
The horse took some notes, "and when did you start to lose feeling?"
"It never came, when feeling returned to one side of my face it didn't return to the other," she replied, her own story only making her more worried, he could smell the fear off her.
"Have you ever had animal modifications before?" he continued, his calm demeanour trying to show that she too should be relaxed.
"Um...no. I was completely human before then," she replied.
Eachann scratched his muzzle thoughtfully, "Ms. McLean, it's clear to me that your modification was botched, it's clear that most of the systematic nerves down the right side of your face failed to fuse."
She nodded calmly, but her eyes betraying panic. He was used to this, a lot of modified humans came to him with similar problems of varying severity, he was good at picking up the signs of the moddy's agitation, he liked to think this is what made him a good doctor.
"There is good news though," he added happily, "there are two relatively common corrective procedures. We can either use the surgery option where we align the nerves by hand, or we can administer several hormonal treatments to your cheek over a matter of weeks, and this should kick start the nerves to try again. I'd recommend the non-invasive hormonal option, we want the most minimum of chances of stunting your muzzle's development."
"That sounds good," said the cheetah, her voice was still as neutral as ever, but her eyes had calmed down somewhat, but she was still on edge, no-one liked to hear about surgery nor " chance".
"I can guarantee that you'll gain control over your facial muscles," Eachann continued, though slightly more seriously, "but there is a small possibility that you may still not regain feeling in your face, at this point in time it's hard to tell what results we'll get, but this early on there is still a good chance of a hundred per-cent recovery."
The cheetah smiled, and they began to talk about options and possibilities and side-effects, and the conversation turned round to the possibility of malpractice by the felines surgeon. By the time their talk ended, the equine had a heap of notes, and a promise to make some calls to the hospital Ms. McLean bought her modifications from.
As she left, the horse could only smile. There are not many doctors who have the chance to really get to discuss their patient's problems in detail, but here at the tower business was slow in the lunar months of turbulent weather. He had not lived here long, he was yet to see when the weather was not turbulent here on this planet, but he was assured there was a lengthy calm cycle where the customers came flooding in. He hoped he could cope when that happened, he was beginning to get rather comfortable with the almost relaxed pacing of his job.
The equine yawned, tapping his hoof on the floor as he did so, the feathering on his feet bobbed slightly as he did so. He debated getting another cup of coffee while going over his paperwork. He didn't have any more appointments today at any rate.
Just then there was a knock at his door, before Eachann could react it opened roughly as a human stepped gingerly through, he had small modified cat ears on the top of his head.
"Doctor Carlisle, are you busy? We've got a patient upstairs who needs you," the human said.
Eachann looked dumbfounded for a moment, "Really? Is it serious, Twitch?" he asked, standing up quickly. This was certainly good timing on his part.
"Umm no," the human replied, his cat-ears moving nineteen-to-the-dozen as he talked, never quite resting in any one place, "she just said she needed a Modification Doctor," his ears folded back but shot up again hurriedly, "the boss is kinda eager you know. She's rich, did you see the ride she came in on?"
The equine frowned, "You mean that fancy ship?" his tail swished.
The cat nodded.
As he approached the draft horse could only grin as he saw a mixture of nurses and doctors peeking through the glass panelling of what must be the patient's room, her ship had obviously generated great interest in...
The very sight of her halted his train of thought at once.
The doctor stared for some time at her, gawping with the others, she was beautiful in her own way, definitely eye catching. She certainly reminded him of something...he cast his mind back to old stories and fables till he remembered the name, Gorgon, that was it: A Gorgon.
Her skin was green and scaly, shiny and smooth. Her body was perfectly toned, and her eyes were an iridescent yellow with black slits for pupils, the effect only enhanced an unnerving feeling of calculating intelligence that radiated from her. Her hair was the most shocking thing about her though, each strand was a small, dark, thin snake that hung from her head, silent and deadly - eyes placidly staring past her shoulders.
The horse had never seen such modifications before, he suddenly felt this was over his head, what was she even asking for? Her mods were clearly from Mars! How was he to work on something as complex as that? What was he even called here to do?
"There he is!" the administrator's loud voice called out, "Doctor, this patient refuses to talk to anyone but a professional in your field. We don't even know for sure what's going on, but she has hinted at a handsome pay-off."
"I'm not sure I'm adequate-" Eachann began.
"Go through there and do what it takes to make sure she is satisfied with out services," the administrator continued, giving the muscular horse a deft push in the direction of the door.
"Christ," the equine muttered under his breath and he moved into the room. He turned round to look at the glass panelling, and noted with a degree of disgust that he couldn't see out of it, they had set it up to be a one-way voyeurism. He stuck his security number in the keypad and shut the window's one way feature down, ensuring complete privacy, hopefully they'd get the hint.
He turned towards the patient...his patient, and noted that although they had coaxed her to lie on the bed, she had refused to take off her clothing and don a gown.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Carlisle, but you can just call me Eachann," he said, extending his hand out towards the patient.
"Lindi Cotal, but just call me Lin," she replied, her hands were warm and dry, despite her appearance her touch hinted at an easy, approachable kindness.
"Well Lin, I understand you have a problem that you only want to share with a professional?" the equine asked, trying to find a suitable degree of concern to project in his voice.
The Gorgon looked at him thoughtfully. Contemplating silently for some time, her reptilian eyes looked the horse up and down, his impressive work-horse bulk, sizing him up, almost scrutinizing his looks, his thoughts, before replying, "yes, it is rather embarrassing doctor."
"I can assure you this will all be confidential," Eachann tried his best to smile. The way she said 'embarrassing' made him suspicious.
She smiled sweetly, and unclasped her dress, letting it fold up round her as she displayed her nude form.
The draft horse could only gape, he was used to nude forms, his work encompassed the entire body after all, yet nothing could prepare him for this.
There - shiny and glistening - was the woman's moist and welcoming entrance, but her pubic hair had been replaced by small thin snakes that lay across her lap, watching him warily.
"You see doctor, I recently got my pubic region modified. I've been told not to stimulate it -"
The equine gulped and remembered when he had his sheath installed, he had to masturbate it almost every day to help it settle in.
"-and my doctor insists on using this supplement. I'm pretty sure it doesn't do anything, my pets have been acting up. I need a second opinion."
The horse gave a small whiny, and closed his eyes to try to control his breathing. He should turn her away to a doctor who was better equipped - more experienced - but he was told to satisfy her...and what harm was inspection? He was pretty sure he got the gist of it, and if not he could always turn her away...
"I think I understand," he said in level tones, if you'd care to lie perfectly flat so I may inspect."
"Of course."
The draft horse clopped towards the bed and gave the snake's voluptuous form a closer look, there was a slight inflammation where the snakes fused with the body, but that would die down soon enough. He took one of the snakes in thumb and forefinger - noting how placidly it accepted this treatment- pulling its jaws apart to see if it had teeth; instead it had a ribbed inner mouth, he tried to hide the guilty hard-on this fact had caused.
From under her outer lips two sizeabley larger snakes - much larger than the other ones surround her vagina - protruded and watched him warily with unblinking eyes, they seemed to preform a special purpose but for the life of him he could not work out what. He turned his attention to her vagina itself and noted with interest how her clitoris had become a longish writhing snake tail - red, wet and sensitive looking - he touched it and noted with a slight sense of satisfaction how she gasped when he did so.
He concluded quickly that she was perfectly healthy, using a supplement or masturbation, it was clear her modifications would settle in fine. Her pets - for lack of a better word - just seemed...restless.
"When is the last time you've....relieved yourself, miss-er-Lin?"
"Oh...umm...ummm," she blushed unprepared, "a few weeks ago? The doctor says that if I do: it will cancel out the effects of the supplement ..." the gorgon hesitated, turning her head away in embarrassment, "I've noticed that the longer I leave it, the bigger my clitoris is getting, I never asked for that feature...should I be concerned?"
"No, I just think your doctor was rather creative is all," the equine suppressed a lecherous grin at this idea, "is the doctor who did this mod, the same one who keeps recommending the supplements?"
Lin shook her head, "this was done on Mars, my doctor lives here."
The horse nodded, of course it was, no doctor on Mars would be so stupid as to deny masturbation to help the pleasure sensors and all the other important parts settle in. There was clearly nothing wrong with this woman except sexual frustration, he'd tell her to go buy a dildo and knock herself out, but the administrator's words kept ringing in his ears, satisfied with a capital 'S'. He was feeling rather horny. Should he even dare contemplate such thoughts? His professional career would be on the line.
"Miss -Lin," he hesitated, then found his voice, "I would recommend quitting the supplement at once, and massaging the pubic area to calm your snakes down, however it has got to the point I feel that doing so by yourself would simply not be sufficient," he realized with horror he couldn't suppress his grin at all while saying this. Well...start as you mean to go on, he thought. "With your permission, I'd like to try to relieve as much 'tension' as possible."
The snake stared at him, her nipples were rock hard and quivering, and even her hair was reshaping itself to watch him warily. Slowly, a coy, wonderful grin spread across her face, "why of course...Eachann, do what you think is necessary."
The equine had to stop himself from stomping his hooves in excitement. With one deft hand he began to caress the Gorgon's perfect nipples, rubbing his finger across them slowly, satisfied he was doing the right thing as he heard his patient hiss in pleasure. With his other hand he cupped her pubic mound softly, stroking her outer lips, while her pubic snakes mouthed playfully at his hand. The heat coming off the Gorgon's vagina was incredible, it was as if she was an animal in a frenzied rut (her eyes were certainly pleading for him to continue).
The equine smiled as he began to flick her clit with his fingers, causing it to jump and move spasmodically, making the gorgon hiss and moan louder, he loved her new clit, and clearly so did she; carefully, he used his fingers to rub the red tail up and down - holding it firmly so it couldn't slither away - milking her miniature tail like a small penis; she groaned loudly, arching her back and clinging to the sheets, while the snakes continued to suckle on his hand, if anything their frenzy was only getting worse.
"Are these snakes designed for anything in particular?" the draft horse asked carefully.
Lin giggled, smiling mischievously at him, "I am afraid there is only one way to find out," she whispered playfully.
That was all Eachann needed to hear. He unbuttoned his coat quickly - pulling off his shirt - revealing an impressively muscled chest. He chose a work horse for his modification solely because he was attracted to their strength - he pulled it off well too: his glistening body screamed power.
His cock was his most impressive asset however, it looked like it was stretching his sheath beyond its own limits: thick at the top and tapering towards his body. His cock-head was flared and shiny - wet with excitement - his glistening pre-cum was running down his thick black dick like a broken facet. The gorgon could only stare with uncontrolled lust at that large cock and it's frame of impressive low hangers.
The equine grinned as he held his dick in his hand, and slowly approached the trembling gorgon.
"I'll be gentle," he whispered - using his professional senses to understand her intrepidation.
With one arm he held her scaly, perfect body close to his; and with the other he held his member near the entrance of her pussy, stretching her lips just slightly, giving her just a taste of what she wanted.
"Stop teasing, you bastard," her lust-filled voice hissed, arching her back to envelope more of the equine's cock.
Her snakes set to work, their jaws enveloping, nibbling, playing with any part of the horse's exposed shaft they could get their ribbed jaws on. It felt amazing as the reptiles suckled on his exposed flesh. Eachann could only grunt as he held onto Lindi's perfect ass and thrust deeply into her, set into more of a rutting frenzy every time her entire body shuddered, driven mad by her accompanying deep, throaty, moans.
Suddenly the horse could feel something wet pull on the underside of his scrotum, and realized with shock the larger two serpents were swallowing his testicles! His entire body rumbled, he couldn't stop grunting as he felt his balls being jiggled and pulled by the warm, wet flesh around them!
"Fuck," he murmured under his breath, adjusting his body as he felt the rippled flesh of the snake's throats begin to grind his heavy orbs.
Lindi was now positively gone, her iridescent eyes had rolled back into her head, and her entire body was shaking for want of orgasm. Every slight movement shot sensations through her inner walls as the doctor's thick cock pushed against them, stretching then into the shape of his member. Every deep thrust crushed the equine's pubic bone against her ultra-sensitive clit, sending her into another bout of moans and hisses.
Eachann could feel himself close, he thrust faster, deeper into the poor girl, satisfied by each sharp intake of air she made as her womanhood was abused by his cock.
The equine gave a throaty neigh as he felt himself lost completely to the feeling, every orifice surrounding his groin was constricting him, pulling on him, even the Gorgon's wonderful pussy was squeezing him as she gave one final, loud moan before turning to water in his arms. Seeing Lin reach such a shattering orgasm was too much for the poor Equine - giving one last whiny his entire body shuddered. Torrents of horsey cum shot itself into Lindi's hungry cunt, he could feel his testicles being squeezed - as if the snakes wanted every last drop out. In the after sex glow he felt satisfied, smelling his own sexual musk radiating of where he rubbed against her.
The two lay there on the bed for some time, breathing heavily, smelling strongly of sex. Finally the draft horse reluctantly took his limp juice-covered dick from her warm, wonderful folds. The serpents positively dove for it, using their expert tongues to lick at every last bit of juice, even going so far as to stick those long forked tongues deep into his urethra to get any last globs of his seamen. His balls hung close to his body, wet and shivering exposed to the cold air.
Lindi sat up to kiss him, her hair rubbing against the horse's angular face affectionately.
"I think I'll have to change doctors," she giggled.