♥ Medical malpractice ♥

Meli had left the room before either of them could say anything. Dustin was suddenly incredibly glad of the privacy glass; he could feel his cheeks flushing as Bleu turned back to him. “Well…” he said, scratching the back of his head, not entirely sure how to begin. “Well…” Bleu echoed him, something of a longing in her eyes as she drew a chair closer and sat in front of him. “I did only mean that as a joke” Dustin said, opting to clear the air first “but given your answer… I guess you have been thinking of other things for a while?”

Bleu gave him an exasperated look. “You could say that, captain. If we are being honest, I have been observing your intimate circle with some envy for quite some time.” She shrugged then before leaning back in the chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs as she did so. “You like misfits. I am, you may have noticed, not the norm for a Queri.” Dustin nodded, allowing the woman to continue to speak. “I have what could be deemed an abrasive personality at the best of times. I dislike authority… which is putting it politely. I also…” She hesitated, biting her lip.

Dustin leaned forward, reaching out to take one of the doctor’s hands. It was an instinctive reaction; she seemed stressed and he wanted to comfort her. He wasn’t expecting his fingers to start to sink into her flesh when he did so however - it took a moment before the slime girl noticed. When she did so, he felt her slowly push his hand back out, and her eyes scrunched in irritation. “That doesn’t help… fine, I should make it clear; it is important that you understand before we discuss any other matters further.” Dustin waited patiently, eyes locked on Bleu’s. “I have a condition. The technical term is synchronization decomposition syndrome, but… look, how much do you know about Queri anatomy?”

Seeing the unclear look in his eyes, Bleu sighed and continued “essentially, we evolved from a species not too dissimilar to coral on Earth. Lots of little microbes banding together to form a larger structure. In most of my kind, all those microbes form one core individual that functions with consistent synchronization. However, rarely, we get a condition where part of our makeup decides to have a difference of opinion about what is the best thing to do.” Dustin nodded slowly, before squeezing Bleu’s hand. “So you essentially have more than one thought process going on at the same time?” Bleu gave him a sad little smile, and he shrugged. “I don’t entirely understand what that must be like, but it doesn’t change anything about you as far as I’m concerned.”

Then, releasing her hand, he sat back. “So you are a misfit, which figures - you couldn’t end up part of the senior crew and not be one, but that’s not really what Meli wanted us to talk about, is it?” Bleu shook her head. “No, you’re correct. It’s just important that you were aware before we discuss… the other matter.” Dustin nodded thoughtfully, looking at Bleu - and it felt to the doctor that for the first time he was really, truly seeing her as a potential partner rather than just as a colleague. “The other matter… gods, Bleu, I don’t have the faintest idea how to start talking about this. You’d think after getting four partners I’d be able to talk to an attractive woman who’s just basically told me she’s into me without getting tongue-tied.”

Bleu couldn’t help but break into a smile at that. “You think I’m attractive? Glad to hear it. It’d be awkward otherwise confessing that I feel the same, and even more frustrating if you decided to act like you were in a holovid and ask me to change my shape.” Dustin blinked. “Wait… what?” The doctor shook her head and broke into a lopsided grin. “You didn’t even think it, did you captain. And you wonder why so many alien women fall for you.” She stood then, and turned away from him. “So, what now?” Then, seemingly taking confidence from the fact that he hadn’t rejected her advances so far, Bleu gave a low chuckle and asked “should we finish my tests? I believe you asked if I would help you with one of them?”

Dustin’s mouth open and shut a few times. The doctor, when she got past her standoffish shell was apparently very forward. As he struggled to find the words, she turned back around and winked at him. “Of course, I do just need to make sure you are well. If you’d rather I didn’t assist, I’m sure…” and her face rippled - before suddenly Meli was looking at him “…I could call Meli’a back in and she’d be happy to help.” The doctor’s voice coming from a blue version of his fiancé’s face was surreal, and Dustin shook his head quickly. “No.” He said firmly, standing from the bed as he did so. Bleu’s face snapped back to normal instantly, her features taking on a guilty expression the moment they solidified. “Apologies, captain, I just thought…” He crossed the gap between them with two strides and wrapped his arms around her, lips pressed to hers and silencing the apology in her throat.

Breaking the kiss a moment later, he looked very seriously at the flushed slime girl. “I won’t say never change - that’d be foolish. But you don’t have to pretend to be someone else around me, Bleu. Around any of us. And for the record, I’ve decided what to say to the attractive woman that just told me she’s into me.” Bleu ran a hand down Dustin’s chest before looking up at him, eyes searching. “What’s that?” He grinned down at her, one hand sliding down her back as he did so. “I’m into you too.” He said, and kissed her again.

The slime girl returned his kiss with passion, one hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head as if she were afraid he would change his mind. As for Dustin’s own hands, he moved the one that had moments before been tracing down her back still lower, taking in the plushness of her rear with a squeeze as she melted into the kiss. Dimly, he was aware that this was not a metaphor - she actively felt like she was melting around his fingers; pulling back firmly against her unwillingness to break off that intimate moment, he looked down to see what was going on.

Bleu’s cheeks had flared into a deep indigo blush, while strands of green and gold flickered through her core. The embarrassment of the slime girl wasn’t what drew Dustin’s attention however - it was the fact that where before her form had included a shirt and jeans, she appeared to have opted to absorb the appearance of clothing and replace it with nudity. A pair of prominent blue breasts drew his focus, and he moved to cup them without much beyond primal thought. The Queri woman bit her lip, seemingly enjoying the sensation for a moment before stepping forward; as she did so, rather than being pushed back Dustin found his hands sinking up to the wrist into her chest.

The slime girl reached out and began to work the catch on his belt as he realised what had just happened, and grinned at his confusion when he tried to retrieve his hands. “Ah no, captain. You’re not getting away from me that easily.” She purred, vibrations from her speech tingling around his fingers as he found himself utterly unable to free himself without using more **** than he was comfortable with. While he was busy trying to navigate around having his hands enveloped in a plush blue chest, he left the slime girl to her own devices elsewhere - a fact that became apparent when the buckle of his belt clanged as it hit the floor along with his trousers.

“That’s better.” Bleu mused, pulling back slowly. Dustin felt the grip around his hands loosen, and a moment later he was back to holding rather than being held by the woman’s breasts. Moving his hands away, he stepped in to resume their kiss - but the doctor it seemed had other ideas. As his arms wrapped around her, her form lost consistency and she dropped to the floor. Blinking, he looked down through his now empty arms to see a grin on the face of the medic - who had reformed her body into a kneeling position and was now rather intently tugging at his boxers. “You can lose the top too, captain.” She said, finally succeeding at freeing him from his underwear.

Dustin had his t-shirt half-over his head when the woman spoke again, her words causing him to struggle more rapidly to free himself from his remaining garment. “Let me know if this can be improved, captain. I haven’t much… no, any experience with solid partners.” She mused, before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around his shaft. Dustin let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure; he had enough partners to be used to getting blown, but none of his other lovers had opted to use temperature as a method of stimulation. Bleu pushed forward, his shaft sliding smoothly into her throat - unsurprisingly the slime girl lacked any kind of gag reflex, given that her body was artificially shaped into a humanoid form. As she took him to the base, currents within her raised and lowered rings of hot and cold around his shaft causing Dustin’s brain to glitch at the sensation. It felt like he was pounding into her face, cold air hitting his cock on each backstroke - but at the same time he was aware that neither he nor the woman kneeling in front of him were moving.

He couldn’t help himself if he tried - reaching down, he rested one hand on the back of his lover’s head and began to slowly pump his hips forward. A pleased hum around his cock seemed to indicate that Bleu was enjoying the situation; Dustin closed his eyes and focused on the overlapping feelings surrounding him. A whisper by his ear made him open them again. That’d been Bleu’s voice, and her mouth was currently… Glancing to the side, he realized that the slime woman had extended a tendril of her body up to form another mouth by his ear. It wasn’t as precisely made as her usual face - indeed, as he watched the lips seemed to be dripping and reforming as if her attention were elsewhere. Pushing his cock firmly forward he confirmed it; the doctor clearly was only barely able to keep this additional appendage formed while sucking him off.

Slowing down his thrusting for a moment to allow her to speak again, he also glanced down - which was a mistake. Even as the lips by his ears started to whisper the slime girl’s desires - to taste him, to be filled, for this to just be the start of their time together - his eyes locked on the sight at his groin. Bleu’s lips were pressed flush against his crotch, her eyes shut with the concentration needed for everything she was doing to him. But more importantly, in the bright lights of the medical room her body was translucent and as such he could see his shaft pulsing within the woman’s throat. That did it - words, sensation and vision were all too much; Dustin bucked his hips hard and came, the Queri woman’s body lightening to a pale pastel blue at the base of her neck.

She pulled her mouth from his cock as the last spasms left him, and Dustin staggered backwards to sit on the bed as she licked her lips thoughtfully. Glancing up at him, she flowed upright, the extra tendril nowhere to be seen. “That was an interesting experience.” She mused, grinning when she saw his expression. “One I’d like to repeat, for the record. I can understand why so many of my classmates in med school raved about taking solid sapients as lovers. Without summoning Rye, how quickly do you think you’d be ready to go again?”