“Poor thing,” Boss says. “Are you just our helpless little human pet?”
“Mhm,” I mumble, just barely coherent. The feeling of being absolutely surrounded by massive aliens pleasuring me sexually,punishing me a little, pinning me down in a complete erotic haze is one of the best I have ever enjoyed.
“Good, just keep her happy,” I hear the vet say as another ripple of pleasure runs through me. “That’s right.”
I come again. And again. Whoever has the probe has worked out the spot that gets me, and is holding it right there while my other mates continue to caress and tease me.
“Okay,” I hear after what feels like a small eternity. “You can take it out slowly and let her come back to herself.”
“No,” I whine as the probe is slowly removed. I have gotten comfortably wrapped up in all the attention and pleasure. My body is covered in a light sheen of happy sweat and whatever the doctor gave me is keeping me pleasantly compliant.
I won’t complain about going to the vet next time.
“Let her relax for a few minutes,” the vet says. “We can go over these results now.”
“How is she, Doc?” Boss asks the question. There’s a slight edge of something in it that makes me perk up even through my orgasmic haze. Were they expecting something to be wrong? Is something wrong?
“That skull has been fixed,” he says. “The bone is fused as strong as it ever was. I still don’t recommend letting her hit her head, but humans have a tendency to take tumbles.”
“Huh?” I sit up, feeling slightly dizzy as I do. Drugs? Sex? Whatever the reason, it’s a damn good one. “How did you do that?”
“While you were climaxing, I was fusing the bone in your head,” he says. “A distraction is a distraction, and sex is always good for humans. As you’re no doubt aware, your sexual function is high. However, you’re going to all have to be a lot more careful from here on out.”
“Why?”
He plucks a little chip out of a wound I didn’t realize I had on my shoulder. What the hell else was he doing to me while I was coming so hard?
“I’m detecting residual effects of a birth control agent, probably implanted at the same time as the chip you mentioned being removed. You’ll be fertile now, and humans are practically universal broodmares. Be careful with sexual activity if you are not wanting to conceive.”
“I had a chip in me stopping me getting pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“Fuckers,” I curse.
My mates look relieved. It takes me a moment to work out why. They’ve been talking about breeding me for a while. I never took it seriously. I figured it wouldn’t happen for some reason. Maybe I did know about the chip. Maybe there’s some kind of knowing the body has, somewhere being able to think you know something, and not knowing it at all.
“You have a very healthy mate,” the vet says. “In every sense. Good luck.”
He says the good luck part with a wry smile.
I am helped down off the table, my clothes are put back to some semblance of propriety, and I am led out of the clinic. On the way out, I see another human in the waiting room. She’s a woman, with a big pregnant belly, sitting next to a dark-haired, black-eyed alien several feet taller and a good bit broader than her. She looks happy enough, dressed in a yellow gown that would be reserved for special occasions even on New New York. Gold and diamonds festoon her throat, her wrists, and her fingers. She looks expensive and very well cared for.
“Hey.” I nudge Kronos. “Where’s my pretty jewelry?”
“Every time we gave you something that had any value you’d sell it to buy another female and free her,” he says.
“Oh,” I say. “That’s… kind of a dick move, but also nice?”
“Describes you perfectly,” he says flatly.
We have left the office now, and are walking through the open square.
“How are they going to get an alien baby out of her?” I ask suddenly. “That guy was massive. And she’s… not.”
“The human body is capable of great feats,” Sharp says.
“Great feats, sure, but not fucking magic.”
