First a visit to the doctor.

You would need to think on it since it was a big decision, but you had work to do and errands to run. You still had duties as a Jedi padawan after all, and while you had given Jaina and Leana tasks pertaining to your new status, you still needed to speak with the medical staff. Walking into the temple hospital, you were greeted with a disarming smile from Dr. Jentlin.

"Hello, Master Jentlin," you said with as much respect you could muster, but you really weren't interested in talking with a man right now.

"Padawan," he said, "What brings you to the medical wing today? You don't need to be descriptive, I just need something for the record. Some younglings were caught sneaking medications for recreational use."

"Wow they're starting younger and younger these days aren't they," you said, "Is uh... Dr Akarra in? I need to... refill a prescription." Dr Jentlin cocked an eyebrow but thankfully the woman you wanted to see was right there, looming over the both of you since she was very near to 3 meters tall.

"It's okay, doctor," the aurelian woman said, "I have an appointment with him." Dr Jentlin nodded and left you alone after that. Akarra led you into her office, flicked a switch, and the glass wall turned opaque and blocked out all the sound.

"I'm very glad you came to visit," she said, "I've been meaning to speak with you, and not just because I'm eagerly awaiting my chance with you. There is some critical business that needs your attention. The female medical staff have been worked up into a panic since the vision of us as your sex slaves. We have some serious concerns."

"Such as?" you asked.

"While I don't get to tell you what you may or may not do to our bodies, I still care about my patients. If they ever need medical attention, I can't treat them without your written and verbal consent."

This left you flabbergasted.

"You're kidding right," you said, "That seems ****."

"You understand that this is unprecedented," Akarra said, "We had no idea how to proceed on the chance that maybe you would derive pleasure from torturing women, for example. Maybe you're into **** bondage, we don't know."

"Doctor, most of these women were my friends before they became my sex slaves... still feels weird saying that... I don't want to see anyone get seriously hurt."

Akarra sighed and said, "Thank you, truly. That's a relief to hear. Now that that's out of the way."

She immediately started stripping out of her labcoat, and everything underneath, until she was naked as the day she hatched. Her people were large reptiles that descended from a flying, dragon-like species who had lost their tails whose wings evolved into another pair of arms. She also had four eyes, two rows of dorsal fins, an armored head crest, and a mass of fleshy tendrils growing from the back of her head which she styled with little metal ringlets. Altogether she was very, very, non -humanoid.

"I know I'm not classically attractive to humanoid standards," she said, "but that said, am I to your liking?"

"How professionally are you asking?" you asked her. She smirked and the wave of her lust hit you like the exhaust from a starship's engines.

"Very, very unprofessionally," she said, "But that's not to say that I'm not curious from a scientific standpoint as well. So be honest, as different as I am from you biologically, do you find me attractive?"

You stroked your chin deep in thought. There were definitely parts of her that would be attractive on a human woman, her limbs and stomach were toned and athletic for example. Her deep green, almond shaped eyes were captivating to look at too, although her front-most pair had two pupils each. It was weird to look at but not too off-putting. It certainly helped that her body was the right shape, just with a few extra parts attached, and she was clearly proud of it judging by how she took great care of it. Nor was she lacking in confidence which was always sexy. Among her own species, you imagined she must be an absolute bombshell.

But then you started cataloguing all the ways she didn't turn you on. First and foremost, she was huge. She must have weighed 300 kilograms or more. She was at least slim since that mass was stretched out over 3 meters in height, but she could easily crush you if she were on top. Two of her arms had a row of long spikes sticking out of them. They were folded now, but they looked razor sharp, along with her claws which she had four of on each hand, and some of her scales even came to sharp point. Most unnerving of all was her face. It wasn't ugly, but there was nothing remotely human about it and it conveyed almost no emotion, just a constant reptilian glare. If you couldn't sense the **** yourself, the only way you could guess her mood was by the position of her dorsal fins which we either up or down kind of like an avian's head crest.

"It's not a no," you said, "But I wouldn't say you're my first choice either. You're body will probably grow on me though."

"That's fair," Akarra said sitting down across from you and stretched out languidly, "So what can I help you with? And what would like me to do?"

Thinking about for a second you said, "Let's see just how much you turn me on. Masturbate for me and see if it makes me aroused."

"What happens if I do?" Akarra asked then started playing with her pussy, she at least had a vagina instead of a cloaca which was a plus.

"If you make me hard from watching you play with yourself," you said, "I'll let you make me cum so you can taste it. Keep touching yourself while we talk, because we have some business to discuss. I'd like you to start distributing contraceptives to all the female jedi," you said, "It would be very inconvenient if I got anybody pregnant. The men will start asking questions."

"You think Dr. Jentlin won't start asking questions anyway if he find out about enough birth control for the entire female population in the temple, for life?" Akarra asked asshe stuck two fingers deep inside her, "I won't veto your decision, but may I offer an alternative?"

"You may," you said while watching her play with herself. You couldn't lie, it wasn't unpleasant to watch, but she didn't get you excited quite like a humanoid woman would have.

"It would be much more feasible and affordable if you took them instead," Akarra said then licked her juices from her fingers, "There's also less room for error that way."

"I hadn't thought of that," you said, "Alright let's go with that instead."

"Alright, I'll write you a prescription for Praydazine," Akarra said, "I'm not done yet though. Since you will be sexually active with nonhumans, it's my duty as your physician to tell you what to expect."

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Some species within the Jedi Order have biologies which are hazardous to humans," Akarra explained, "For example, qhols' body fluids are toxic to humans and vice versa, and female threeshi have barbs inside their vaginas to prevent the male from withdrawing before copulation is complete. You could get seriously hurt. Falleen and zeltron women release addictive pheromones, so treat that like you would any kind of spice. There's also some individuals within the order with medical conditions which mean they shouldn't have sex. They could get an infection from penetration."

"Am I allowed to know which women?" you asked.

"Of course, you are above medical confidentiality," she said.

"Oh, okay," you said. You weren't sure you wanted that kind of power over their bodies, but if they were giving it to you anyway, "Is there anything I should know?"

"I'll give you a list of, shall we say, biological quirks some nonhumans have so you can make an informed decision," she said, "Other than that, remember that sex is a kind of exercise. So, drink lot's of fluids to stay hydrated and eat healthy. If you're expecting a particularly long session with one of your sex slaves, it wouldn't hurt to stretch out before and after. You should also change positions often, repeated motion can cause muscular fatigue after all."

After that she started moaning too intensely to be able to speak. She rubbed herself so fast her fingers were a blur, and she grabbed hold of the desk with her other set of hands while she came.