Chapter 11 #2
I have brown hair and more or less brown-colored eyes.
I guess there’s a patch of green in the left one, but most people can’t see that unless they’re up real close.
I guess some aliens can see better than some humans.
If my memory serves me well, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, aliens have all kinds of special abilities compared to humans.
Depending on the species, they have better sight, hearing, speed, strength, reasoning…
“This must be your pet,” the vet says.
The vet is a big alien who looks like a walking dragon. Sort of like Sharp, but broader and with even more scales and horns. His entire face is covered in sharp scales of red and gold, and when he speaks, he does so in a deep and authoritative voice.
“Wow,” I say. “What are you?”
“I’m the vet,” he says.
“I know what…” I don’t know why I bother asking. There’s no need to repeat myself.
“Bring her through to the exam room,” he says. “You can all come in. Might be a tight squeeze, but something tells me you’re used to that.”
I don’t know what he means by that, unless it’s filthy and he’s saying they all bang me at the same time. He wouldn’t say that though, would he? Not very professional.
My mates take me into a room with an examination table slash bed that looks too small compared to them, but just right to me. Kronos picks me up and puts me on it.
“Stay,” he says. “If you start squirming, there will be trouble.”
“I’m sure she won’t be any trouble,” the vet says. “She seems like a very good girl.”
“Are the humans that get bred to be pets more stupid than the ones from the wild?” I ask the question in general, to whoever wants to answer.
“Why do you ask?” The vet takes the bait. My mates know better than to get involved in this conversational gambit.
“No reason,” I say. No reason other than the fact that this vet is talking to me like I am an idiot.
“Her head is bandaged,” the vet says.
“Yeah, because there’s a big hole in my skull from where it got cut open to take out a chip they put in,” I answer. “They stuck it back together, but if I bang my head too hard, my brain might fall out. Want to see?”
“No,” he says quickly. “At least, not yet. We will get to that portion of the examination later.”
“The part where my brain falls out?”
“Yes,” he says. “The part where your brain falls out.”
He’s indulging me. I’m being indulged.
Boss is leaning up against the door, I notice. His back is against it, and his arms are folded over his chest. He’s looking at me with a fairly mild expression, but I know his choice of placement was in no way random. He’s making sure I don’t get out of the room until they say so.
Something about that pisses me off. It’s one thing to be kept here, but it’s something else to be blocked in. I start wriggling off the table, which of course is not allowed. Sharp and Kronos grab for me immediately, pinning me in place.
“Careful with that head,” the vet says. “She’s not going anywhere in here.”
My mates let me go a little, at his bidding, and I immediately jump into the nearby sink, which is big and deep enough for me to sort of hide in it.
“See?” the vet says, reaching for me quite calmly, his hand clasping the back of my neck very firmly, the other arm wrapping around my waist and snugging me up and out of the sink and back onto the table.
“Now you stay,” he says. “This won’t hurt at all, I promise.”
I wasn’t worried about it hurting before, but I sort of am now.
“If it hurts, I’ll make you hurt,” I promise.
“Alright. I’m going to check her mental state, and give her a few scans,” he says. “If the room feels overcrowded, you can leave us to it.”
That makes me immediately freak out. He wants them to leave so he can check my mental state and scan me? Hell, no. He could be doing anything. He could sedate me and steal me away, and I could end up in some kind of breeding pit being impregnated by Lyle or Steve.
“Don’t leave me with him. I’ll bite him.”
“Does she need a muzzle?” the vet asks Sharp. He seems inclined to talk to the scaled owner among my collection of alien owners. Boss isn’t even trying to interact. Kronos is just being embarrassed by my behavior.
“Muzzle me, and I’ll murder you and everyone you know.”
I’m being a little dramatic, but I like to get the point across so I don’t have to keep making it. I’m going to be respected. They might see humans as pets, but I see myself the equal of any alien.
“Feisty,” the vet says. “Do you gentlemen need any training leaflets for dealing with this sort of human?”
“Oh, yes, I want to see the training leaflets,” I grin. I snatch them out of his hand as he tries to give them to my mates.
“How to Train a Human,” it says. I read it out loud.
“Remember, humans need firm boundaries and frequent discipline if they are to be happy and healthy. It is in the nature of humans to rebel. And it is even more in the nature of humans to submit to authority. This apparent paradox will be at the core of your training issues. Some humans will, once attached, be quite willing to obey to please their owners. Female humans are particularly capable of devotion, though they tend to be moody around their cycles. It is a good idea to track your human female’s menstruation, and to learn the signs of the luteal phase, which is often accompanied by emotional and physical distress… ”
I trail off, realizing that it’s actually quite a good repository of information.
I realize too late that he’s been scanning me with some kind of alien device this whole time.
“Hey!”
“The pamphlet trick always works with the smart ones.” The vet winks at the others. “Alright, well, she seems to be in good health by exterior measures, but I think it’s worth taking some blood, and probably some internal samples.”
“No. No samples. I’m not interested in being…”
The room spins as I am put on my stomach by one of my mates.
“Ow!” I gasp as Sharp spanks my butt hard. “Why?”
“Because you’re not being a good girl. You could be if you wanted to.”
He spanks me again. I blush furiously. I don’t like being punished publicly, even though there’s really only one extra alien here.
“I am being good! I haven’t bitten or attacked anyone.”
“You’ve been mouthy the entire time, and now you’re saying no to the samples the vet needs in order to ascertain that you are healthy,” he lectures. “We talked about this, and I told you what would happen if you didn’t obey.”
“I don’t have to obey!” Rebellion is rising in me.
“Yes. You. Do,” he says determinedly, spanking me hard with each and every word.
“Let me demonstrate something,” the vet says.
I feel my thighs spread at the behest of a big, scaled hand, and a moment later, I feel a swift slap on the inside of my thigh. I shriek and curse in reaction, because it’s so fucking stingy.
“She’s very sensitive here,” the vet says. “It’s not a suitable location for punishment that is intended to be sustained, but it’s the perfect location for a short, sharp shock into obedience.” He rubs the area for a moment, then closes my legs for me again.
“There,” he says. “That seems to have settled her down somewhat.”
I am not really settled, but I do start to sulk.
I am so outnumbered and the vet smacking me has made me feel very small and very at the mercy of these creatures.
It’s not fair. No matter how much I put into my independence, or saving humans, or showing them how I can definitely do whatever I want whenever I want, I seem to end up back here, sore and being made sorry by some alien asshole.
“Do not pout, pet,” Kronos says. “You deserved that, and you know it. Relax and behave yourself, or we’ll be handling you when we’re back at the ship, and I can promise you that you will not enjoy it.”
His words make me pout more. This is really not fair. I am already being so fucking good, all things considered.
“Just a little prick,” the vet says. I feel it at the back of my neck.
“Stay still,” he says. “Just one or two more seconds… very good.”
I think he just took my blood from my neck. Humans don’t do things that way.
“Now sexually, it’s recommended that an examination be done, but the intimate nature of it can be overwhelming or unwanted for a lot of pets.”
“I don’t need a sexual examination,” I say. “I’ve been more than adequately trialed in that department.”
“Pet!” Sharp says with a gasp of what sounds like shock. Apparently he thought I was going to be ladylike. Probably shouldn’t have treated me like an animal, then.
The vet chuckles. “It’s a health check, not a performance one.”
“I’m healthy. And besides, my skull is missing. Shouldn’t you be looking at that?”
“Yes,” he says. “I intend to examine your head as well. Let’s start there.”
I sit quite still while he removes the foam helmet and the bandages underneath.
“I can mend this bone,” he says. “But it would be best to give her a light… I wouldn’t call it a sedative, per se, but something to take the edge off.”
“Absolutely, Doc,” I pipe up. “I am always up for something to take the edge off.”
“It’s a suppository, I’m afraid. It’s easier to dose humans rectally. You’ll have to turn over, lift your hips, and…”
I’m blushing deeply as the alien doctor gives me orders, but there are hands on me guiding me into place and before I know it I am face down, ass up, and my cheeks are being spread so a smooth rounded pill can be pressed into my ass.
“Very good,” the vet praises me. “I’m impressed. You did so well.”
I squirm, trying not to seem aroused. Hoping I don’t look aroused. I know this is just medical. I’m really not supposed to be…
“While I’ve got you here, and while you’re being such a good girl,” the vet purrs, “let’s just do a little exam.”
I am already feeling a little fuzzy. I am warm from head to toe, like I’m floating in a big bath. There’s tingles starting too, running down the back of my thighs and then up their insides all the way to my pussy.