Some sort of black clinic

Your consciousness returns with a jolt. You're naked, lying under a thin sheet. There isn't enough light in the room to make out any details so, with a thought, you send out a radar pulse. The room is a square with walls made out of concrete, with a single steel door. You get a bad feeling in your gut. You're lying on some sort of a heavy-duty gurney instead of a bed, with an IV line running into your left arm. This is like from some twisted **** porn movie.

Except, you're not bound. With your cyber-eyes active, your Biomonitor comes online. Amazingly, it reports that you're just fine! Even your missing thumb has been reconstructed. You're just really thirsty and hungry as if you had been out for a while. Otherwise, your broken bones and sliced muscles have been repaired.

The door opens and two shapely figures step in. As soon as they notice your raised head, they rush to you.

"Bear, you're awake!"

Fox and Lynx. They've changed clothes. The white-haired dark elf is nearly bursting out of a latex nurse dress, whereas the platinum-blonde light elf is merely stretching out hers. Both girls rush to you.

"How long was I out? And where are we? And what's with the fetish outfits?" You ask.

Fox runs a well-manicured hand over your chest as she answers:

"Lynx knows this street doc who can do miracles and asks no questions. You've been out for four hours or so. Apparently fixing trolls takes far longer than humans or elves. So since we had some time to kill, we decided to dress up for our brave savior!"

You're not sure if she is being sarcastic or not. Eh, you'll take it.

"What about you Lynx? I'm surprised you're still around", you turn towards the slightly less busty elf, who merely shrugs.

"I owe you for taking out that German menace. I'm not sure if I could have gone toe-to-toe with him and survive, and he really wanted to carve me up... bad", Lynx shudders at the thought. "Usually people are more professional - a gig is a gig. But that psycho took it personally. Like, way too personally. So yeah, I owe you one for that!"

Her hands had crept under the sheet and now the slender fingers curl around your erect dick. You're not sure exactly when you had willed yourself to have an erection, but it feels damn nice. Then Fox adds her hands into the mix, making you moan with pleasure. Your meaty paws reach up to tear out the corselet-like tops of their nurse uniforms, freeing two pairs of heavy boobs. Their mock gasps are music to your ears.

"Gimme some sugar", you groan and the ladies comply, taking turns kissing you and rubbing their fat tits all over your face. You kiss and lick to your heart's content, your hands wrapping around their shapely posteriors.

"Do you want us to just suck you, or are you well enough to fuck our brains out?" Fox breathes into your ear.