Twokinds - A Most Thorough Examination
Hello everyone! I decided to take some time off from my usual writing and churn out some Twokinds smut! I'm doing because there isn't a whole lot of it about, and I'd like to be able to offer something different. The following piece takes place during Chapter 12, while several of the main characters were being attended two by blindfolded Basitin doctors. All characters and setting elements are owned by Tom Fischbach, and are used here under a Creative Commons Licence. Samantha is a character shown in the webcomic (I just gave her a name). Enjoy!
Samantha didn't know why she had been called in at such an ungodly hour, through the brilliant flash of light some two hours prior may well have been at least partially to blame. Her evening, alone save for the company of a rather large bottle of ale, had been otherwise uneventful. With the breeding season in full swing on the Basitin Isles, there had been a distinct lack of custom at the infirmary. True to their nature, the males of the island had been fighting and scrapping for the attention of females, yet such was their hot-blooded nature that the prospect of seeking medical attention had gone from distasteful to downright repulsive. No Basitin male worth his sword would dream of searching out aid in the face of injuries, and such temperaments were even further pronounced in the presence of receptive females.
Like Samantha.
Far from unattractive, a regular, regimented training and exercise regime so favoured by her species had kept her body trim and athletic. Along with her physique, she had taken care to keep her fur well groomed; her flowing, auburn tail nicely accentuating her pert buttocks. The choice of trousers perhaps a size too small, along with a snug crimson blouse to frame her small yet shapely bust, completed the look. By rights, she should have a dozen potential suitors lining up to get at her.
Not from lack of interest or availability on her part, it was perhaps her position as a doctor, more than anything else, that had meant she had not been courted by eligible bachelors in the weeks leading up to the state-mandated breeding period. Despite being in her prime and more than willing to entertain advances, she had, for yet another season, remained single. It would seem that the only thing more voracious than the sex drive of a pent up Basitin male was his stubborn pride; the idea of being seen with, or even simply associated with a doctor, was too much an ask.
Of course, there had been opportunities for her to engage in clandestine encounters with the opposite gender. Ethical implications and her position as a doctor aside, many of her patients, not long for this world, wanted little more than to feel the touch of a woman before they passed. While she drew the line at all-out fornication, sending mortally wounded Basitins to the next world with a blowjob was something the was happy to partake in, all the more so given her penchant for oral sex. From time to time, her patients preferred to watch, and she would straddle their chest, furiously masturbating herself to a squirting orgasm, her quivering cunt inches from their face. Sometimes, the more adventurous of them might snake out their tongue for a lick. Sometimes, she let them.
Ultimately, living separate from the males of the city for all but one week of the year meant that between the occasional tongue of some of her closest friends and her own fingers, relief was something she seldom felt. It had left her hot, bothered, and dripping wet.
"...and just when I was getting started."
While contemplating yet another self-administered finger blasting prior to turning in for the night, she had been disturbed from her third mug of ale by a sudden knock at her door. She hadn't been told much, beyond the need for her medical skills, although her long, soft ears overheard some mutterings from the guards, suggesting a furore of sorts by that strange, new tower recently erected in the city.
The very fact that the city guard had felt the need to escort her, along with a smattering of her fellow doctors, to the castle infirmary, while remaining so tight lipped about the happenings in the city, suggested something deeply troubling was afoot.
Still, Samantha, for all the disdain and scorn heaped upon her profession, felt obliged to attend.
The walk took some twenty minutes, and was conducted in near total silence, with only the occasional quip from the guards regarding 'foreigners' or 'harlots' catching her ears. She knew that a ship had arrived some days prior, bringing with it Humans and Keidran, and suspected that whatever had occurred was almost certainly linked to this.
Arriving at the castle, however, she could see that the situation was more dire than anyone had let on. The ground was wet with blood and discarded weapons, with long, slick trails indicating a multitude of bodies had been dragged, either dead or mostly so, into the castle. The strange tower, typically so ominous and foreboding was in ruins, a faint blue glow slowly pulsating from the ruble. The King's personal guard stood vigil, preventing any and all access.
Her own escort had stopped, seemingly refusing to enter the castle without express orders to do so.
"Excuse me." began Samantha, tugging at the hem of a guard's tunic. "Is this where we are needed?"
The response was curt and sharp. "Don't ask me, doctor. I was just to to bring you here."
She was used to such treatment. The guards either didn't know of simply didn't care to assist her to any degree beyond that which they had been ordered to do so. Pushing forward, she approached the castle gates, slightly ajar, the usual guard surprisingly absent.
"Hello." she called out, sending her voice high over the walls, piercing the cool night air. "Samantha Victoria, burroughs apothecary, I've been told you have wounded in need of attention."
The response came quicker than expected. Running from the gates, his blood stained apron a clear sign of his position as a medico, was the head of the castle infirmary. His bandages were pulled back, allowing him to see as he sprinted towards the waiting Basitins.
"Ah, Miss Victoria." he spoke, slightly out of breath as he addressed the female. "I'm very sorry for waking you up at such an hour but we've got a terrible situation up here!"
"What's the problem?" asked Samantha.
"Injured people everywhere! We've got Keidran and Humans too! I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but we need you to look at a young Keidran girl we've brought in."
It suddenly struck Samantha, the whole reason it had been her, and not any number of doctors living closer to the castle. They hadn't needed her for her expertise or skills, they just needed someone to dirty their paws with a Keidran. Perhaps she had offended a high ranking official, or perhaps it was simply bad luck. Regardless, here she was, standing in the cold night air, about to sully herself and her entire profession on one of those wretched, promiscuous creatures from the mainland. Even a Human would have been better, at least some of them possessed a modicum of decency.
"Lead the way." she sighed.
She had never like the castle. The halls were poorly lit and cramped, with the scent of mildew ever present. Working here was always an unpleasant experience; the conditions for patients were poor and their wounds almost always fatal. Minor ailments could be attended to at her own practice, and one was rarely called to the castle if treatment could be provided elsewhere. Currently, however, the pitiful screams of the wounded echoed throughout the medical wing, their muffled cries remaining forever anomymous.
Then there were the guards. She was never made to feel welcome, and even as their eyes followed her shapely posterior as she walked through the stone halls, she felt unwanted. The chief physician, for his part, appeared to pay little heed to the icy reception, going so far as to shoulder his way past a particularly stubborn guard, muttering a few choice curse words as he did so.
"Here it is." said the physician, coming to a stop outside a heavy, wooden door.
"Who do we have here."
The male Basitin flipped through a the few pieces of parchment he clutched in his paws before pulling one free and handing it to Samantha.
"Young female, tiger. New to the island, goes by the name 'Flora'. Arrived a few days ago aboard that ship, no surprise that she's already gotten herself into trouble."
Samantha took the parchment without another word, donned her eye coverings and made her way into the room, instinctively closing and locking the door behind her.
"Hello." she began, keeping her voice as soft and non-threatening as possible. "I'm Samantha Victoria, can you hear me?"
There was no response. Her sensitive ears picked up the gentle breathing of her patient. It was shallow, yet steady, indicating a likely lack of any serious internal injury. She attempted again to garner a response, this time through the use of the Keidran's name.
"Flora, can you hear me?"
Unresponsive.
Proceeding with her examination, Samantha paced her way towards the centre of the room, her familiarity with the layout of the surgery allowing her to do so despite having her vision completely obscured by the bandages wrapped about her head. For the third time, she attempted to rouse her patient.
"Can you hear me?" she voiced, slightly louder this time, and with a gentle, yet firm touch to the feline's arm.
Flora's breathing elevated ever so slightly, before falling back down to previous levels.
"Nothing..."
Without the concerns of the patient's anonymity in play, Samantha reached behind her head and removed her eye coverings, blinking several times as her vision was flooded with the light provided by a nearby fireplace. Focusing on the Keidran, she glanced up and down her body, checking for any outward signs of injury. The first thing to strike her was Flora's nakedness. Typical, from what she had heard of the species, yet still somewhat confronting. It was not, however, all that caught Samantha's eye.
"She's...cute."
Samantha wasn't gay, or at least, she didn't consider herself to be. Perhaps it was the result of a few too many disparate trysts with the other females of the island, but she felt the all-too-familiar sensation of warmth creeping its way into her loins. She had a fresh, young body lying in front of her, unattentive and ready, all she would have to do would be...
"No!"
She pushed such thoughts quickly from her mind, and set about with her examination. A cursory glance would do little to detect broken bones or joints. Reaching out, her paws slightly trembling, she, for the second time and with far more trepidation, gently caressed Flora's upper arm. Her paws ran through the silky smooth fur, fingers gentle probing at the bone structure, checking for breaks or damage. Being thorough, she again rubbed and felt down the arm.
And a third time.
Her mind was swimming as she switched to the shoulders and neck. This was a Keidran! A degenerate, uncivilised creature from the mainland, why was she so...attractive? As Samantha continued the examination, her eyes constantly darted about Flora's body, taking in her slight breasts, the gentle curve of her hips, the ever-so-slight gap between her creamy white thighs.
Her crotch.
There was little to see, with soft, white fur covering her lower lips. Samantha, however, was currently content to admire the rest of her tiny, lithe body, her paws no longer performing any particular examination process, simply carressing up and down the tigress, occasionally grasping at her striped tail, eliciting tiny, barely noticeable gasps from her patient. She had all the time in the world; morals and ethics be damned, she would enjoy this small pleasure!
Finally convinced that Flora had suffered no serious injury, external or otherwise, Samantha chose to gently lay her head down, pressing her cheek into the Keidran's velvety, flat belly. It was a wondrous sensation, so soft and inviting. For a brief few moments, she forgot that she was a despised doctor, devoid of companionship and respect. Flora may have been deeply unconscious, but there was still some connection, something personal and special. She closed her eyes and listened, hearing every flutter of the heart, every little beat...
...or two.
Samantha's head shot upward, ears perking instinctively. There had been something else, similar to a heartbeat, but fainter. Something smale.
"Really? Don't tell me..."
Her paws prodded at Flora's belly, gently probing the area just above her pubic mound. The Keidran's belly was perfectly flat, yet there was a very distinctive inflammation of the lining of the uterus, indicative of a pregnancy.
Which would mean the sound was.
Again, Samantha pressed her long, flowing ears downward, her nose coming awfully close to Flora's sex as she listened. There was no doubt, it was a heartbeat, tiny, barely developed, but most certainly there.
This changed things.
In the case of a pregnancy, care must be taken to ensure that no damage had been done to the mother that may affect her ability to carry the child. Samantha was already sure of this, having thoroughly examined the tigress already, but it paid to be absolutely certain.
And being absolutely certain meant a more...intimate examination.
In all likelihood, it was not necessary, but Samantha couldn't resist the opportunity to explore this newfound attraction to a member of another species. Giddy with excitement, she walked over to a cabinet and produced a speculum, she smallest she was able to find. Samantha grinned, paws shaking as she returned to her patient. It was so exciting, so taboo and erotic, something she would not have dreamt of in her wildest fantasies even a day ago. The opportunities, the possible things she might need to do to this defenseless Keidran beauty swam through her head.
The heat in her own loins grew markedly. Pausing briefly, she couldn't help but grope at her own crotch through her trousers for a few seconds before returning to her patient. The door was locked, no-one would enter. This wasn't the place for honourable, upstanding Basitin.
For Samantha, though, she had all that she needed right in front of her.
"Am I really about to do this? Am I going to touch a Keidran's...pussy?"
Samantha tenderly placed her paws on Flora's knees, pushing outward, spreading the Keidran's legs until they lay flush with the surface of the examination table. Laying spread eagled as she was, Flora's sex was brought gloriously into view, labia parting to reveal her tender, pink folds and delicate clitoral hood. Petite, with small pearls of moisture dripping down from her love tunnel, the sight was deeply erotic. Samantha's breath quickened, with her heart rate following suite.
Then the smell hit her.
It was a strong, musky scent, far more powerful than the few Basitin cunts she had jammed her nose into in the past. It was wild and exotic, and it took Samantha the better part of her resolve to refrain from abandoning all composure and plowing her mouth between Flora's legs, eating her out until she gushed lustfully. She inhaled deeply again, enjoying the scent as it flooded her nostrils. Her own nether regions were on fire, her love juice no doubt soaking their way through her panties and dribbling down her leg.
Samantha looked to the speculum in her paw; she was a professional and still had a job to do.
But the job didn't necessitate the use of any particular item or piece of equipment. In a pinch she could...
"I suppose I could...just...use my fingers..."
The speculum was discarded with all the ceremony of a piece of trash been tossed aside. It was joined soon after by her white gloves, leaving her paws bare and eager. Samantha sat on her stool, positioned at the foot of the examination table, and inched her paw forward. She came into contact with Flora's thigh, pausing briefly to again appreciate her silky smooth fur. For a moment she caressed, her paw moving ever closer towards its goal.
In a single, smooth, sensual motion, Samantha ran her middle finger up the length of Flora's heated sex, once, then twice, before plunging the digit up to the knuckle into her warm, wanton depths.
The sensation was exquisite, the tightness palpable, and the heat searing. Samantha's previous ministrations of Flora's body and tail had clearly caused a heavy level of arousal; her pussy was sopping wet, instantly coating Samantha's finger and paw with her juices. The room rapidly filled with the scent of Keidran cunt, which Samantha inhaled deeply and hungrily. For the next few minutes, she simply remained in place, eyes closed and finger buried in Flora's pussy, twitching slightly.
The intrusion told her what she already knew; Flora was in perfect health. Reluctantly, she withdrew her finger and paw.
And was again hit by the scent, tenfold in potency this time, overwhelming both her senses and her reason.
Samantha's paw shot to her mouth and she greedily licking and sucked Flora's love nectar from her finger. The taste was unlikely anything she had experienced before, unlike that of any Basitin, herself or another. Divinely tangy and crisp, she simply couldn't get enough of it. She plunged her fingers deeper into her mouth, wringing every last drop of the young Keidran's essence from her fur.
She wanted more.
She needed more.
There was only one place she could get it. A final glance down at Flora's gaping cunt, and every nerve in her body fired, sending a wave of shivers down her spine. The tiny voice in the back of her head, begging her to retain her honour, her professionalism and her dignity as a Basitin, was silenced by a wave of lust. She rubbed openly at Flora's folds a few times, spreading her juices about and further enhancing the smell emanating from the pulsating Keidran sex.
Samantha leaned forward, bringing her muzzle every closer to her prize. Both her paws, trembling with anticipation, moved to Flora's thighs.
"Oh, heavens forgive me..."
The final vestige of self-control left Samantha as she plunged her head forward, mashing her lips into Flora's pussy, licking as deeply and thoroughly as she physically could.
"I can't...believe...that I'm..."
Samantha increased the pace of her ministrations, tongue-fucking the young Keidran with all the restraint of a blood-crazed Basitin warrior. Her tongue plunged into Flora's tunnel, writhing and licking as she soaked up her juices, wet and flowing. The taste was indescribable; it flooded her mouth as she milked every inch of Flora's sex, wanting more than she could possible ever get.
If she had been told that morning that she would find herself, head jammed between a Keidran's thighs, eating her out in the most obscene display of lesbian lust, drinking up her pussy essence, she would have savaged whomever had made the accusation with a fist to the face. Yet her she was, slurping and eating pussy like it was her last day on earth. Her attention turned to Flora's tiny clit, and she flicked her tongue back and forth, each time producing a small gasp from the sleeping Keidran.
For the next half hour, she continued, never once removing her mouth from Flora's cunt. She had plunged two of her fingers into her own pussy, aggressively finger-fucking herself and cumming repeatedly as she continued her oral assault. Flora softly moaned and stirred from the attention, yet remained asleep. Nothing else mattered except the sexual meal in front of her; the King herself could have entered at that very moment and it wouldn't have made a lick of difference, they'd have to tear her pussy-juice stained muzzle away and drag her from the room.
Her thoughts turned to the other Keidran female she had seen leaving the recently arrived ship, a spotted one with far larger breasts. The idea of getting her tongue up between her legs was enticing, and something she might certainly consider should the slave's owner be willing.
Another few minutes passed, the only sound in the room that of wet licking, before Samantha finally tired. Her mouth and nose were overwhelmed with the flavour and scent of Keidran pussy. Her head spun, she was giddy, her own fingers still tending to her aching sex as she slumped back, finally removing her head from Flora's crotch.
A sudden sense of loss kicked in, and before she had time to take stock, Samantha had again plunged her head forward and downward, licking and sucking at Flora's still-dripping cunt for a few minutes more.
"For dragon's sake, I'm going to get myself addicted to this."
With the willpower to cease finally reaching its threshold, she again removed herself, taking a few large steps back. Flora, legs splayed apart and cunt dripping with Basitin saliva, remained motionless, yet panting heavily. For Samantha, her mind was flooded with thoughts and imagery of Keidran pussy, wolf, tiger, fox, canine and feline alike. Their long tails, tight buttocks' and sensual hips, she wanted to taste it, to press her mouth into each and every one of their waiting, wet cunts, eating and licking until they orgasmed uncontrollably. The prospect of reciprocation was something else Samantha was aching to explore; the thought of looking down and seeing a nubile Keidran performing wild cunnilingus on her Basitin nethers was appealing in the extreme.
"While that's on my mind..."
Like some of her previous patients, Samantha too liked to watch from time to time. Her appetite had been satiated, for the time, but she was for from done with this young Keidran. She considered maneuvering Flora into various erotic poses, pausing each time for an eyeful and a pussy lick, but she had other ideas.
She wanted to see this Keidran squirm.
She wanted to see her cum.
Positioning herself at the side of the examination table, Samantha again eyed Flora's form hungrily, he gaze concentrating on the region between her legs. After a few, sensual strokes of her pert breasts, the Basitin placed two fingers at the entrance to the Keidran's sex, rubbing them through her folds, getting them slick with honey, before plunging them inward.
Samantha's paw pumped back and forth at an alarming rate, fervently masturbating the blacked out young Keidran. She pushed inward and upward, thoroughly fingering Flora's g-spot. It didn't take long. Her sensitive Basitin ears quickly picked up on Flora's rapidly elevating breathing, coming now in short gasps. Juices leaked out in steadily increasing quantities, prompting Samantha to lean down and swipe her tongue over Flora's clit a few times before redoubling her efforts.
Flora's gasps were now fully fledged moans.
"Cum for me." she said, not realising that she had spoken aloud.
Samantha's paw was a blur when Flora finally crested the edge, exploding into orgasm. Quickly withdrawing her fingers, the Basitin watched as the tigress squirted a good three feet, her pussy juices erupting forth and coating both the examination table and the stone floor of the surgery. Her hunger again overcoming reason, Samantha sealed her mouth over Flora's folds once more and licked deeply, savouring the fresh new flavour. She was able to pull herself away after a few short minutes of tongue-fucking, her desires thoroughly attended to for the moment.
"That was..."
The Basitin giggled giddily to herself, she was still riding the natural high after acting out what she was certain was the fantasy of many. As she cleaned the obscene mess that she had made, taking extra care to deodorise both the examination table and her own fur, she considered her next step. She was wanting for some attention beyond what he fingers could provide; she needed to be eaten out, or for some strong Basitin, or Keidran male, to pound her pussy with a hard, throbbing cock.
The thought crossed her mind to spend some time away from the islands, uncommon as it was for her kind to venture to the mainland. She could travel through the Keidran lands, and offer up her cunt to the wildest, most feral wolf or tiger she could find, subjecting herself to an oral ravishing.
Her fingers pumped at her own sex a few final times before she decided that her fun was over. A few moments later, Flora began to stir, first shifting her limbs and tail, and then slowly opening her eyes.
"N-Nya, where am I?" she queried.
"You're in the castle, Miss, you're safe now."
A/N: There you go! Hope you enjoyed it! If people want, I'll write more twokinds stuff, got a few ideas. Otherwise, I might try a few other things. Let me know how I did, this is the first piece of erotica I've written in a long time!
Thanks!