Medical Training 2: Anatomy Boogaloo

Toaster was nervous to say the least. This whole thing had started out of no where, just a harmless conversation while getting a check up, but it had spilled over into this.

Her newest hobby, erotic novellas, had been going well for the table drone. The monies were flowing in and she felt like she was on top of the world. That was until she made her first, egregious error. She had decided to dive into the sensitive topic of interspecies romance with her story "Threads of Passion". It followed a shy female tailor drone and a brazen former Sgt. Major of the Vortian Army. She thought it was one of her best pieces yet, but as soon as she let some friends proof it for her, the big mistake, the elephant in the room, came to light.

She knew NOTHING about Vortian anatomy, especially their schmoos.

No previewer had been quite as vocal as Schro, one of the Massive's finest doctors, if not the finest. She had all the reason to laugh when skimming the words on the IrkPad Toaster presented to her; She was Vortian herself after all.

"Darling... Some of the things you have this poor man doing would be quite painful to actual Vort anatomy!" She laughed, "You know, it's funny you bring this up. I have a lesson planned tomorrow for my fellow doctor, Dinger; a refresher on Vortian anatomy. You're welcome to come and take notes."

And so Toaster had sealed her own fate. She was never a fan of classrooms and education and such, but she knew she had to fix this problem before sending it to publish. With her notebook gripped under her arm, she knocked on the meeting room door.

The tall, slender alien cracked open the door, peering down at the table drone, then smiling, "We almost thought you weren't going to make it, come, come in, take a seat." Schro said, excitement in her voice.

The room was mostly empty, save for two tables, one with chairs at it. Seated in one of these chairs was Dr. Dinger, who had been twittling his thumbs before turning and greeting the new member of the party. Laid out before him was a very precisely organized array of writing utensils and a hefty notebook. Toaster almost felt like her paltry cheap notebook and pencil she grabbed on the way over from the commissary was making her under-dressed for the occasion. Regardless, the little male Irken slapped the empty seat beside him.

"This seat's empty, fellow student!" He beamed. It was the only other seat. Schro and Dinger always had a bit of a weird vibe to them, but they were undoubtedly very friendly. Toasty took a seat, setting her book down and directing her attention to the other table at the front of the room.

"Great, now we just have to wait for our... subject to arrive~" the horned woman hummed.

A minute or two passed, the two Irkens idly chatted about equally idle topics while Schro sat her doctors bag on the table and started to arrange various tools she pulled from within, humming to herself, lost in the task. Toaster couldn't help but feel a little bit of dread, given the tools she was polishing, such as speculums and forceps. She hoped Schro was just passing time and not actually planning on using them.

The knock at the door broke the conversation immediately, as the Vortian doctor nearly glided over to let in their final guest. Seab shifted uncomfortably on his digitigrade legs as he looked up at the taller example of his species. "I was sent here on a work order from Dr. Dinger. What do you need fixed?"

Again, she just smiled. "Thank you darling, for coming at such short notice! Nothing needs fixing today. The doctor has instead demanded your participation in an... educational assignment."

Seab did not like the sound of this, but he couldn't exactly just leave. These orders were approved by the control brain. He was stuck.

"What sort of 'assignment'?" The male Vortian asked hesitantly as Schro ushered him into the room and shut the door tight.

"Just take a seat on the table, facing the students, and I will explain everything," she soothed, taking his hand and leading him up front. He did as he was told, scooting onto the tabletop with his legs dangling and waiting for answers, but not before nervously giving a wave to Toaster. She waved back, equally awkward.

Schro cleared her throat and addressed the class. "As you may or may not know, Vortians make up 5% of The Massive's population. It may not seem like much, but out of thousands and thousands of passengers, that percentage becomes a significant number. While Irkens make up the bulk of the populace, we want our medical staff to be fully prepared to teat anyone for any injury possible. My fellow doctor, Dinger, has requested this meeting to focus on the more nuanced parts of Vortian anatomy, those not discussed in Empire-funded educational materials. He's already... quite acquainted with the female side of Vortian anatomy, but required further study of the male side..."

Seab started to sweat, he had a feeling he knew where this was headed. Schro continued, loudly snapping on a pair of medical exam gloves.

"I would like to thank Seab for joining us this lovely morning, and participating as our living anatomical model. Now, if you would please disrobe."

He sputtered a bit, shocked by the sudden command, "W-w-what?"

Schro smiled, leaning on the table, resting her chin in her gloved hands and giving him a half-lidded look. "Take off your clothes."

Dinger's excited expression was unchanged, but Toasty had turned bright pink. She had expected to look at some boring medical diagrams and read some thick tome that would put her to sleep, not see her friend totally in the buff! Granted, she was paying MUCH more attention now.

Seab's fingers quivered as he grabbed for the zipper of his coveralls. He had to do it. It was a direct order after all. It was a good thing he was so loyal to the Empire, otherwise there would have been no way. Not to mention, out of all the people that he could be getting naked in front of, Toaster was one of the less upsetting options. He kicked off his boots and started to pull the zipper down, inching it slowly. He glanced up, seeing all three of the others in the room were leaning toward him in anticipation. He was down to his belly, took a heavy gulp, then finished the zipper's full course. He pulled his arms from the sleeves and his legs from the pants, then tossed the garment aside, exhaling deeply, and flushed in the face. He was about to remove his hat, but Schro stopped him.

"No no, you're free to keep the hat on." She said with an edge of tease.

The tall female stepped behind Seab, and, without much warning, took a hold of his thighs, which were pressed together for modesty, and spread them wide open. The smaller Vortian gasped at the touch, leaning his body back to rest against her chest. He had never been so exposed or embarrassed in his life, covering his blushing cheeks with his hands.

The female doctor traced her gloved fingers along his nude chest, pointing out the first anatomical point of interest. "Vortians have specialized chest glands, used for marking scents and, amazingly, feeding their young. Though females tend to be the only ones able to do the latter, males still have vestigial versions. Two larger ones on each side of the chest at the top, then smaller ones along the 'milk lines'. These glands are called nipples and can be quite sensitive. As such, they play a big role in foreplay... Think of nipple play as the Vortian version of antennae play." To emphasize her words, she circled a finger around one of Seabs larger nipples, then gave it a sudden pinch. He hated that it made him let out a sharp moan.

The two Irkens scribbled in their notebooks furiously, taking down this important information for further use as Schro's fingers traced down each side of Seab's smooth chest, catching each smaller nipple along the way before landing on his thighs and bouncing to his groin, dancing around the sensitive, warm flesh.

"Male Vortians, unlike male Irkens, do not possess a genital slit. Their schmoo is stored in something called a sheath. As you can see it pokes out and is much more apparent than a slit." Looking over his shoulder, she let her hands wrap around the exposed bit of Seab's length that was already prodding out in excitement, throbbing slightly. She gave a firm squeeze and coaxed him all the way out, the whole stiff and pink organ standing at attention in her skilled grip. "Vortian schmoos are not prehensile and DO NOT BEND! Bending them can result in TERRIBLE INJURY~!" Her words scared the male in her tight grasp, but when she started to stroke him, he melted. "If you've ever heard irken Hard-Schmooing called Vortian Style, this is why." She sped and slowed her pace at random, keeping him on edge, making the horny boy wriggle and moan softly.

Schro cracked another grin, looking up at her students. "I'd now like the class to come up and get some hands on experience with our model."

Toaster and Dinger practically hopped over the table to get a feel. Schro released her grip on Seab and let her hands wander back up, holding him against her chest at his armpits, giving her students free range over his body.

The two Irkens seemed to think in tandem, each one wrapping a tiny hand around the Vortians cock and resuming the teacher's work.

Toaster giggled, "I've never felt such a stiff schmoo before!" She worked her way from his very tip to his base, feeling the texture of the flesh, the slickness, the warmth.

"Me neither!" Dinger ecstatically agreed, mirroring Toaster's movements. He knew she was experienced, maybe not with Vortians, but certainly good enough with The Tallest themselves to keep her employment, so he let her lead the battle.

Seab was absolutely throbbing from the treatment, his schmoo so hard the tip was tapping his belly every time he twitched it. Schro continued her lesson.

"If you work your way down, right below the sheath and schmoo is a very unique set of organs. It's said no other species in the universe has external testes anymore. Testes of course, produce sperm, which comes out in the~?"

Dinger waved his hand that wasn't jacking off Seab, "Oh oh oh! IT'S CUM!"

"Yes, exactly," She answered, "This set of organs is called the spunts or the spunt sack. They're very very sensitive, but feel free to rub them gently or maybe even, use your mouths~"

The little space bugs could take a hint, immediately leaning in and letting their lips and long slender tongues work over the Vortian. Toaster kissed and licked the tip of his schmoo before taking in the whole firm length. Dinger took the low ground, dragging and wrapping his tongue around Seab's balls, which were growing tighter by the minute. All the while, Schro softly praised him, whispering in his ear while flicking and teasing his nipples.

Experimentally, Toasty pulled her mouth up and off Seab, making him whine and twitch. While Irken schmoos also had holes at the tip of them, they usually weren't very apparent, but this one... without thinking, she stuck her thin tongue out and pushed it into the hole, just a little, just to see what happened. The tech drone very suddenly bucked his hips, letting out a pleasured cry, louder than any previous. Her hands gripped and worked his outside as she probed in and out of his inside.

Dinger was making progress as well, getting as much of his mouth around Seab's spunts as he could, licking and sucking very lightly. The goatboy's whole body was slicked in sweat as he watched the two sets of antennae bob about and service him joyfully. It was about all the poor bisexual could take.

Seab's thrusting into the air was getting faster and rougher. The two Irkens gave each other a glance and tap to the antennae. A wordless agreement had been made. They continued their treatment, Schro's words twisting from praise to encouragement, encouraging her fellow Vortian to unload on the diminutive aliens pleasuring him in tandem. It was all too much, he hit his breaking point, thrusting hard into Toasty's hands and moaning raggedly. The pair down below acted quickly, acting out their agreement, both taking a hold of Seab's throbbing schmoo and stroking fast, mouths open and ready.

He had never cum so hard in his life. Absolute thick ropes of his seed burst out of his twitching hot organ, spattering the two Irkens, much to their collective delight. Spurt after spurt came, coating Toasty and Dinger in a thick glaze. He caught his breath, his balls pulsing, but wonderfully empty for the first time in a while. It had been so long since the last time he felt this good.

Toasty happily started to lick her fingers and face clean, but winced at the flavor. "It's not sweet!?" she said in confusion.

Dinger took his time, savoring sucking the spunk of each digit, "Vortians have a different diet, it makes their fluids taste very different! I've grown to love Ms. Schro's flavor, and this, while a bit stronger, isn't too far off!"

The female Irken gave it another shot, trying to really taste it like the shorty next to her. "Huh, it's not bad at all~" she concluded.

Schro peeled off her gloves. "Thank you very much for your help, Seab. Thanks to you our medical staff is just a little more familiar with our species and our anatomy."

Weakly he nodded, "c-can I just.... lay here for a little while....?" he panted, flattening out on the table.

"We have the meeting room until 10am, and it's... 9:45am. Sure, lay there for a few minutes and catch your bearings.~" the tall woman turned to the small woman, who was almost totally licked free of fluid. "Do you think that will help your future writing endeavors?"

She smiled wide, "More than you can imagine! Thank you!!" Toaster already had a million new ideas to add to her story.