Awkward medical conversations

Bleu’s cheeks had gone beyond indigo into the kind of blue you only find in the abyssal depths. She was sitting on the desk with Dustin perched on the bed while Meli smiled at the pair of them. “I’m glad the doctor and you managed to work things out, li’ah’a. Now, Bleu, do you want to tell the others, or should Dustin, or would you rather I do it? Presuming of course that you want more than just the occasional bedding from our captain.” The Queri medic nodded, trying and failing to give the Velca a thumbs up with a hand that was struggling to maintain it’s form. Meli sighed and turned to Dustin. “Next time you decide to go to town on the doctor, do try and leave her at least able to form basic limbs, captain. Or if you don’t, please don’t look so panicked when you try and find me.”

In the aftermath of the sex with the Queri, she’d more or less turned into a puddle on the floor. An attractive description for a woman who’s totally satisfied post-coitus when it’s not also a literal description. Dustin had freaked out a little bit when she’d not responded to a gentle word - or a hesitant poke. At that point, he’d stuck his head out of the door to call Meli in; the Velca had been leaning on the wall nearby and - thankfully - had already cleared the surrounding area of medical staff. “The walls do muffle sound, but I thought it best avoid anyone poking their head in to get Bleu’s advice on anything” she’d explained, before informing Dustin that what was going on with the doctor was perfectly natural and Bleu should be able to start holding her shape again in a few minutes.

It’d actually been about fifteen before a face had appeared on the puddle, and almost half an hour before Bleu was able to reform into a vague sloppy approximation of her normal appearance. “I’m sure it’ll be quicker next time” she croaked in reply to Meli’s request of Dustin, causing the Velca to raise one eyebrow. “No it won’t. Because next time is likely to be with more of us, and Dustin likes to show off.” Dustin opened his mouth to protest, but Meli gave him a look and he closed it again. “She’s probably not wrong” he ventured, to a nod from his fiancé.

“Now, who’s telling the others?” Meli asked her question again, and Bleu tried for a shrug. It resulted in one arm slipping down below her breasts, causing Meli to stifle a giggle and Dustin to instinctively reach out to help. Lifting the offending limb back into place, the medic gave him a grateful smile before replying in a slightly clearer voice. “I don’t mind. We could do it together if that’s easier?” Dustin nodded to himself. “That makes sense.” Meli stepped closer and took the other woman’s chin in her hand, tilting the seated slime girl’s face up to inspect it for a moment.

Dustin wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but apparently Meli found it, releasing Bleu and nodding to herself. “Together than. I’ll call the others in a minute while you two get dressed. On another note, Dustin…” her gaze flickered down to his cock for a moment before she smiled at him. “You haven’t forgotten about how… capable humans are, have you?” Dustin froze. He glanced guiltily from Meli to Bleu, who’s expression he couldn’t read as her facial features were still solidifying. “Fuck, no. How could I be so stupid. I am so, so sorry Bleu. Meli, is there anything…” he cut off, seeing the mirth in his fiancé’s ears and face.

“I assume the captain is worrying about how fertile humans are?” Bleu’s voice caused him to glance back to her; she’d managed to get her form almost fully back to normal now - although she was still naked. The slime girl looked at him with something between mirth and scorn. “Captain, with all due respect, you’re an idiot for assuming I didn’t know that. I am the senior medical officer aboard remember? Just because we did… everything we just did, does not mean I’m not good at my job.” She paused, shaking her head gently to check she’d reformed her hair correctly before continuing. “I read up on your species - a lot - before taking this role. I took a contraceptive about an hour before we met in person for the first time.”

Then the Queri grinned and turned to Meli. “Of course, in theory it shouldn’t even be necessary. Hold out your hand if you would, chief science officer.” Meli stepped closer, holding out one hand with a quizzical look. Bleu held her palm over the other woman’s and scrunched her face in concentration. A moment later, a drop of liquid fell into Meli’s hand - liquid that looked remarkably like… Meli dabbed a finger in the substance, licked it, then her eyes widened and she looked over at Dustin. As she did so, Bleu’s hand moved to engulf hers - when Meli looked back, the slime girl had retrieved her appendage and the Velca’s hand was spotless. “No offense, Meli’a, but I worked hard to earn all of that, so aside from verifying that it was indeed what you think it was, it’s mine.”

Dustin was utterly confused, looking from one woman to the other with a lost expression. Bleu sighed and gestured vaguely in the direction of his cock. “I’m a Queri, captain. I can within reason control anything that goes through me; certainly with enough accuracy to keep your cum away from anywhere it might cause mischief - or to be able to drip it onto the hands of a certain teasing Velca. Contraceptive aside, it’s near impossible to get a Queri pregnant if we don’t want to be; equally, we can make it almost a sure thing if do we want it. Does that put your mind at ease?” He nodded, relief flooding through him that he’d not accidentally knocked up his medic on their first time together. Asides from anything else, he was pretty sure the other ladies in his life would have had something to say about it.

Meli sighed at that point, shaking her head. “While Bleu is reassuringly competent, Dustin, the matter still remains that you were far too cavalier this time. While I’m glad you’re finally getting over your human complexes about intimacy, you do still need to remember that you are a human. I’d rather not have to explain to the others that you forgot; think about what that’d do to Rye, if nothing else.” Dustin nodded, hanging his head. “You’re right, Meli. I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful in future.” Soft hands on his face made him look up into his fiancé’s amber eyes. “Just make sure you do.” She said, smiling and kissing him lightly on the lips.

The three of them gathered in Dustin’s ready room some time later. Bleu had needed a little more time to be able to hold a form that didn’t include obvious nipples or had her sex on display, and Meli had spent that time calling the others. As they waited, the Queri hovered nervously by Dustin’s chair; her hands clasping and unclasping in a way that was most unlike the normally collected woman. “It’ll be fine” he said, trying to put her at ease. Bleu turned to him, took a breath and nodded. “You’re right. It’s just… nerves, you know?” Then she gave a huff of annoyance, some of the old fire returning. “Hell, I haven’t been this nervous since my first year exam back in med school.”

At that point, the door slid open and the others walked in. Trea’k lead the way, her form blocking the view for Emely and Rye who appeared to be in discussion about something or other. As they entered, Trea’k spoke. “Captain, Meli said you wanted to speak with us… oh!” The Vex’ess woman paused, causing the two ladies following behind to peer around her to see what was going on. “What’s happening nerd? Oh, hey doctor, is something… wait…” Rye spoke before she took in the scene, eyes alighting on the blushing Queri and widening.

Dustin coughed. “So, umm. This afternoon, the doctor and I had a discussion…” Emely’s face emerged from around Trea’k’s side - she took one look at Dustin and Bleu before the doctor was hit by a red-furred missile, knocking the medic to the floor. Tails twitching rapidly, Emely’s face hovered an inch or two from the slime girl’s. “You and sir, oh my god you did didn’t you?” Her voice was a squeaking rush of delight, before she seemed to collect herself. Tails still frantically wagging, she **** herself to step back and offer the other woman a hand up. “Sorry for the pouncing, got over excited” she murmured before turning to Dustin and winking. At that point, Trea’k coughed. “Assuming our love’s instinct is correct, I take it that you and my mate have become more intimately acquainted, doctor?”

The formality of the insect woman’s summary of the situation was met by a gentle nod from Bleu, followed by the Vex’ess woman walking forward and shaking the woman’s hand. “A human gesture to formally welcome you to our family, I believe it is the most appropriate for the situation - given we are all clothed.” The doctor returned the handshake, and for some reason Dustin felt that the two were sizing each other up. Whatever they were looking for, they clearly found - each giving the other a nod of respect before releasing their grip.

Rye meanwhile was muttering to herself. “You ok, Rye?” Dustin said, rising and walking over to her. “I know I didn’t ask beforehand, and if you aren’t comfortable with Bleu joining us it’ll be tough but I’m sure I can work something out so that…” The bunny girl glanced up at him and shook her head rapidly “Soz, Dusty.” She said, before calling past his shoulder “Bleu, you’re all good, look forward to fucking with ya.” Then the golden-haired woman returned her gaze to Dustin. “I’m a Rabyth, remember? Sure, we’re pairing, but you’re an ambassador. Honestly, when I got with ya I was kinda expecting our bedroom to have ten times the number of women in it we’ve got - not that that’s a bad thing either. Na, the reason I was muttering is daft.”

Dustin stepped closer, wrapping an arm around his engineer. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not that daft, and we can work on it together.” Rye glanced up at him and grinned. “Naa, this is a me thing. Gotta think of a nickname for the doctor over there.” Bleu’s voice interrupted, saying that she didn’t need a nickname; the bunny girl replied with an obscene gesture. “Do one, ya smoky-voiced harlot. If someone fucks Dusty, they get a nickname, that’s the rules.” Then, sighing to herself the Rabyth wriggled out of Dustin’s arm. “Ok, Dusty, lets go and sit down and you can fill us all in on what went down before Emmz polishes a hole in the seats with how fast her tails are wagging.”

The next ten minutes were taken up explaining the events in the medbay; for some reason each of Dustin’s lovers wanted more detail on different parts of the encounter - even Meli, who had already heard all about it once. When they were done, Bleu’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment; Emely looked flushed as well, although Dustin suspected it was arousal rather than anything else in the fox girl’s case. Rye meanwhile was nibbling idly on a nutrient stick she’d gotten from the automat; a habit she’d picked up during their time at the tournament. Suddenly, she popped the foodstuff from her mouth and pointed it at Bleu. “Gotcha. Welcome to the lovenest, bubbles.” Bleu looked like she’d been slapped. “Bubbles? Seriously? Bubbles?” her voice rising with irritation. Rye nodded. “Cos of you doing the whole ball thing with Dusty, and cos it matches your bubbly personality.” The Queri met the Rabyth’s gaze for a moment, before neither of them could keep a straight face any longer and both broke into laughter. “Fine, you ass. Bubbles it is.”