Medical Training

There was something about him that pulled her in like a magnet from the instant they had met. Despite all their differences, there was something, some vibration in the universe, that told her they belonged together. Something like fate, or maybe even a soul mate? The Vortian shook her head. Those silly things couldn't be real, she was a woman of medicine after all. Facts and real science kept people alive, not silly positions of planets or shiny rocks. But the feelings she was feeling, they could have honestly fooled her into believing.

Her heart nearly skipped a beat when the door to her office slammed open. She tried her best to look busy, which was very convincing. She was head surgeon, after all, of the most important warship in the Irken Empire. Being caught daydreaming wasn't exactly suited to her title. She softened when she saw who it was on the other side of her desk, and honestly, with the slamming of the door, she should have assumed it was him. Dinger, her Irken assistant (and perhaps soul mate?), was standing there, as exuberant and wide-eyed as usual, though, she noticed a slight difference in his expression. Sweat was beaded on his forehead, a faint blush streaked his cheeks, he was just a tad twitchier than usual. Over the months together she had come to know this particular set of traits.

Dinger was a fantastic doctor. Honestly, she couldn't have wanted more in an assistant, but he had a... quirk she didn't quite understand. Working on a military ship meant at any given time, they were carrying thousands of soldiers, and, naturally, soldiers get lonely. In their loneliness, they tend to find ways to injure some of the more sensitive parts of their anatomy. Every time a case of bent schmoo or getting something stuck in a floo came in, Dinger got this way, immediately passing the assignment on to Schro. He was always so eager to get involved, and was hands on with everything else, but anything relating to reproductive organs he immediately clammed up and shied away. She assumed at first he was just embarrassed, but, well, he was a doctor. This behavior was going to have to get called out at some point, and, as his superior, she felt now was going to be that time.

"Good morning, Dinger. What seems to be the problem?"

The Irken fidgeted a little before speaking, "We, uh, have an injury I was wondering if you could he-"

"Shmoo or floo?" she asked, cutting him off. His silent blushing confirmed her suspicion. She sighed, "Dinger, please, close the door behind you, we need to talk."

He nodded, closed the door, then plopped down in the chair facing her desk, looking down at his boots.

"You are one of the finest doctors on this ship, Dinger. I respect you greatly, but, you can't keep passing on these patients to me. Genital injuries are just part of working in a medical bay. Please tell me, what is it? Are you shy? Embarrassed?"

He mumbled something, very softly, but she luckily had sharp enough hearing to catch it.

"I don't know anything about those things..."

Schro was floored. "You... don't know?? How do you not know??"

"There was no mention of schmoos or floos in my training! Everyone whispered about them, but it was like some secret we were never let on to! I'm so sorry, Ms. Schro!" He stood up going to a bookcase in her office and pulling out a thick medical book, a recent edition produced by the Irken Empire. He put it on her desk. "Here, look through it, there's no mention of those things!"

The Vortian was still in a state of minor shock, only became more horrified as she scanned the book in front of her. Diagrams she recognized from her 'alien species' medical training on Vort were there, but any instance of reproductive organs were either unlabeled or totally edited out. She flipped to the pages labeled 'reproduction' and only found mostly blank pages, describing the obsolescence of natural reproduction among Irkens and the advanced, clean Smeeteries, now in charge of all child rearing. That was it. She looked up from the book, staring blankly. Political and media rhetoric about the superiority of the Irken race had literally censored their own genitals.

This wasn't going to do, she couldn't have her closest and most supportive fellow doctor have such a hole in his education. She thought on her feet. She had none of her old medical books, everything in her shiny new office was Irken issued and sure to be censored. Searching the internet would probably also be blocked. She found her cheeks getting pink at the realization that the fastest way she was going to teach him was by using himself as the example. She swallowed hard.

"Ms. Schro?" the Irken asked, waving a hand in front of her face.

"Dinger, I don't want to violate your person in any way, and you are more than free to say no, but do you want me to teach you about yourself... using yourself...?" She didn't realize the slight shake in her voice until the words had already spilled out.

His blush grew, realizing her proposition. He thought for a moment, but then nodded seriously. "Y-yes... I want you to teach me."

She beckoned him behind her desk. While the window on her office door was frosted, she knew that shadows could still be seen. She got down onto her knees on the floor, just to be eye level with him. He stood before her.

"Pull down your pants, to your knees." She said, trying to be clinical and professional, but maybe only getting a C+ on her performance. Why was she so riled up? It was just a standard exam, she repeated in her head. "Is it okay if I t-touch you?"

He nodded, standing back up straight after pulling his black pants down. She hesitantly ran a finger along the slit at the joining of his legs. He bucked from the touch, but she went on, "This is your genital slit, it contains your schmoo, when not in use, either for elimination or reproduction. M-most male Irkens can extend it on command, especially during a state of arousal when increased blood flow makes the organ thicker, longer, and more prehensile than its null state. As a medical professional, you can also extend it manually by doing this." Her fingers were shaking as she spread open his slit and pressed down firmly with her index fingers toward the top of it. She barely needed to press down before he popped out. It didn't take a doctor to know he was incredibly aroused. More and more of his schmoo emerged, withing excitedly on itself in a very stimulating manner. She had no idea where he had been keeping all of this. It would have been a sizable organ on even some of the largest Irkens she had worked with, but on a 2 ft tall one, it was monstrous. She was absolutely shocked into silence.

He frowned, "Oh-oh no is there something wrong with it?"

She cleared her throat, picking her words wisely, "N-not at all! It's just very... sizable. Most schmoos in a full state of arousal are anywhere from 5-12 inches, you are... Much larger. A lot of guys find that as a point of pride so... it's great news for you."

"So what do I do with it now?" he said, his third leg wiggling impatiently.

"W-well if this was a situation with a female Irken, you could engage in intercourse and potentially impregnate her, assuming no fertility inhibitors are being used, which are, well standard for the Irken Race now. Otherwise it's more for uh, recreational use. I'm sure its done this before, yes? What do you usually do with it?"

"Oh! I usually do this!" He answered excitedly, taking a seat on the floor and firmly grabbing his schmoo with both hands, he started stroking himself in long fluid movements, before bending forward and taking as much of himself as he could in his mouth.

The Vortian didn't want to admit how wet her panties had become, but she was certainly going to have to change them. She wanted him, there was no denying it. She had been wanting him, since the moment they met. The enormous schmoo was an added bonus, but certainly just that, a bonus. She had to know, if he wanted her too. She decided to still keep up the facade of education.

"I'm not a female Irken, of course, but female Vortians have very similar external genitals, if you want to learn some more." He stopped playing with himself near instantly.

"C-can I touch you too?" he asked her, softly.

"I would love you to," She said honestly, already discarding her panties and tossing them aside.

She opened her legs, huffing a little as she spread her own slit for him. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but nearly nothing was about to convince her to stop. "Fe-female genital slits are set lower, m-more between the legs, the main parts that aren't involved in elimination are the k-kliver, also called the kliv, and the florp, also called the floo." Dinger had already crawled over close to her, then hesitantly put his gloved hands on her inner thighs, looking over her goods, like he was memorizing them.

He let a finger drift, and rub at the little nub near the top of her slit. Schro gasped, hips shaking under his touch. She was so pent up, it was all it was taking her get her to react like that, "Aaa-~ T-that's the kliv~ It's the p-pleasure center. It f-feels very nice when touched~" He kept rubbing while letting his other hand drift down, tracing all of the folds and dips in her slit before finding her opening, and slipping a finger in. "Uuhng~ T-tthat's my f-floo~ That's w-where the schmoo goes hnng~!"

"C-can I put my schmoo in there?" Dinger panted, hands still diligently working the Vortian.

"Aa-a Y-yes..! Pl-please do it. Y-you need to learn e-everything about it!" she blurted out.

Not a moment was spared as they both got down onto the floor, she hiked her dress up higher, back to the cold metal tiles, digitigrade legs in the air. Dinger eased close to her, just the tip of his schmoo teasing her opening, just feeling her in this new found way. He grabbed both of her thighs and grinned. "I'm going to get ALL of it in you!" A couple sweat drops beaded off her head when she processed what he had said.

Before she could say a word, he was sliding into her, deep and hard. A loud moan escaped him at the sensation of entering her, one surely heard beyond the door. Schro had never been so filled up in her life, but he kept going, going until there was not another centimeter left in her floo. His length was giving her a visible bump in her belly, something she didn't want to admit was arousing to her.

He wasn't in all the way, but certainly had the majority in her. "Oh well, it still f-feels amazing though! Ms. Schro, you're so tight around me~!" He began to buck his hips in and out of her, letting instinct take the wheel. Some things just came naturally after all. Each thrust was incredible, strong and deep. He was gigantic, each time he pulled out she felt painfully empty, and each sudden push in felt like she was going to get torn in half in the best way possible. Both of their lubrication combined was making the motions fluid and fast. They were soon both reduced to a moaning, rutting mess, the volume at which they were fucking no longer a concern in their lust hazed minds.

"I-I'm aaa~~ I'm about t-to s-squish~~~!" She cried out, legs locking around her smaller lover as she tensed up in a wave of endorphin flooded bliss.

"I-I T-think I'm S-squishing too!!" He grunted out, pressing in as deep as he could and unleashing a sizable load inside of her. With no available real estate within her left, it all splurted out of her floo from around him, leaving a significant mess all over her and the floor beneath.

The two of them laid there, panting and delirious from that orgasmic rush.

Dinger finally spoke up, "H-how did I do, Ms. Schro?"

She smiled at him, cupping his face in her hand lovingly, "I think a few more lessons are in order~"



Meanwhile outside the office, the poor soldier who came in with a bent schmoo was crying, still waiting for assistance.