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Frostbyte hisses with a sudden intake of breath, his rump clean and now wet under your tongue, loosening, readying for what is sure to come. Then you pull away, and as he arches back to try and reach that tongue he feels how held he is, how tightly he's bound. He relaxes, and just breathes, moaning on the edge of hearing as that plug spreads his rump open wider, wider, wider, before POPPING inside.
Ataxia coos happily, "You're fully secured now, doctor. Do you feel comfortable?" she asks, pushing the edge of the panel just a little side to side to make sure its secure, and the plug is well locked inside of you. Though so bound, there's enough leeway within an organic body to squirm a few degrees, coupled with the slight yield of the braces around you.. but, the plug itself is immovable, and you're the one to yield around it, always. The jackal walks around front, smiling forever as always, though a little brighter as she looks down to you, her arms behind her for a moment. "If so, we can begin preparations for your visit!" she coos, gesturing off to the coffee table, which oddly has a huge syringe shaped like a cock, a couple of feet long perhaps in total.
Frostbyte is breathing heavily now, his eyes half lidded and his quills up and quivering, his cock out and rock hard. Slowly he digs his fingers in to the seat of the chair, quietly grinding against the plug as much as he can manage. Hedgey eyes flick towards that syringe, and then they widen as they turn back to you. "I'd like that," he says.
Ataxia watches your quills rise high against the back of the chair, which will only push you out a bit against the plug inside, though not too too far.. Your hips have a limited range of movement, forward or back, as much as you might want to push one way or another. The nurse gives a glance down, her latex gloved fingers trailing along the underside of your cock for a moment as she smiles, just a playful brush, like someone might do to another's cheek to comfort, "You're such a wonderful patient, Doctor!"
"You don't know how many I've had who don't want to do a thing more at this point, even if you show them it'll be all better at the end! Well, regardless, its for their own good, so I can't feel too bad, now can I?" she giggles, turning, whip tail flicking back towards you, the girl bending over to pick up the syringe-cock with both hands, one right near the tip, the other near the bottom edge, stroking over the accurate bulge along the bottom of the length. It looks quite shiny and plastic, but it looks quite.. correct, otherwise. "Now, if you would open wide for me, Doctor.." she continues, turning back. She taps the handle, and a bead of fluid forms at the tip before she guides it right forward to rest against your lips, the jackal smiling down happily to you.
Frostbyte's jaw is popped open by padded grips that reach around his head and smoothly (but irresistibly) pry open his mouth, easing his head back just enough to open up the channel of his throat. He moans in ecstasy, his eyes rolling back in his head as he is rendered _so_ helpless, so quickly, his consent so... irrelevent. Quietly his hips churn as he pouts out his lip and reaches out for that bead of fluid with his tongue."
Ataxia smiles happily at your readiness, and like a good nurse, she doesn't let the tension for a shot build too long.. Instead, it comes quick from just the lingering nearness, the slickened tip pushing right past your lips, soaking them, which then lubricate inch after inch of the coming unyielding length. There is a hard plastic quality to much of it, though it actually, if pressed against, seems to be a really thick rubber ultimately. The tip presses down on your tongue, but the Nurse Jackal has had lots of training and experience in this field - she guides it in with a bit of a twist, up against the roof of your maw, down all the way towards your throat, where your flesh yields ultimately to the urgent forward motion of the length..
"Good! Very good, now just hold still for me, it won't hurt a bit, I promise.." she coos, soothingly. Its not so far back that when she presses down on the handle the backsplash into your throat goes untasted.. No, there's a twinge of salt to it at first, and a bit of burning, heat. It takes a few moments, but the flavour begins to change.. Strawberry. The whole length jumps just a little with the motion, and along the underside the flow can be felt through the walls of the syringe. If you don't swallow, it'll back up, of course, and you'll be flooded with the flavour.
Frostbyte swallows not-quite-as-quick-as-he-can, wanting to feel it dribbling in to his mouth, over his lips, across his chin as he looks up in to your eyes, the pads now pulled away, his mouth strained to the limit by the Cock that fucks his face. Slowly he squirms, looking up at you without fear and with endless eagerness and anticipation, his cock twitching and straining out as if to touch you.)
Ataxia doesn't slow down, even as some of the thick fluid pours up and around the tightly fitting cock and dribbles down your chin and the corners of your mouth. Noticably, its at first very, very fluid. Its actually heavily mixed with saliva at that point. It drips down onto your chest, leaving little lines in your fur which matte down to your flesh.. It takes a while, but eventually the only thing that comes up is that strawberry flavoured thick cum, burbling forth. The jackal eventually pushes the cock a bit further down, though, into your throat, forming a seal, at which point she finishes up the injection with some quickness, since she has you swallowing rapidly and unquestioningly anyhow. It all rests heavily in your belly, growing warm.. At first it feels like too much, but it quickly.. evens out.
The jackal pulls the cock back a bit, only enough to let you breathe again, though. She lets it sit there, her hands falling off of it, the weight resting up against the roof of your maw. Either it throbs, or you throb around it, its not clear which is the case. The Nurse turns back holding out a hand.. "Now, one moment dear, just hold still!" she ironically says as she walks off, and right out of the room. You're left for a time with throbbing arousal in your mouth and a growing taste, until she returns with a bit of a table on wheels with several levels, filled with instruments of various sorts. A lot one might hope she never needs to use, judging by the sharp edges visible.
Frostbyte is all but overwhelmed by the explosion of strawberry cum that bubbles forth, filling his mouth and pouring across his chest messily, leaving him delightfully sticky. But this pales before the giddy ecstasy of being literally pumped full of cum, until he feels bloated and oh-so-good. Quietly he grinds back against that plug, panting softly.
Ataxia smiles happily, even a bit of a grin, revealing her black rubber teeth for just a bit against her stark red lips. She pulls the cock carefully from your opened maw, turning it as little side to side against your sticky mouth, a few lines of the fluid trailing from tip to your lips even after. She then places the syringe to the side on the table as she reaches out to brush across the bridge of your snout with a fingertip. "Better, now, arn't you?" she coos happily. As she speaks, the cum seems to dribble out ever more over your lips, the scent weak at first, that hint of strawberry and a twinge of burning, though you feel nothing but warm.
It dribbles under your chin, and falls down onto your chest, collecting further onto your belly, the flow increasing slowly, a small river trailing down your belly to the base of your cock and around, soaking between your legs and under where it can reach, sopping your fur quickly. The jackal doesn't seem at all concerned as you drool endlessly on yourself, instead looking through her tools for a moment, finding what appears to something like a gun. it has a trigger, a barrel, but its tip comes to something like a cap, with a pin at the center. She taps it once over..
Frostbyte looks at you drunkenly as you work, meekly nodding in agreement with your assessment of her betterness. Quietly he thrusts out towards, feeling the river begin to flow faster, harder, pouring down over his chin as though he were some decorative fountain bound endlessly in to pouring gushing helplessness (oh there's a succulent thought), eyes locked on that syringe-gun. Somewhere on the muck, Squeak disconnected.
Ataxia taps the gun again before she smiles to you. She looks down to your nipples, plainly, glistening with fluid from your maw above as it falls down in sticky gobs as well as the river which sticks and clings to your fur, your flesh, down your throat and beyond. The strawberry cum utterly sops between your legs, across your cock, even behind you it creeps up where you've been locked by plug into the chair, surrounding it with the fluid, quicker than water would simply bleed through a sponge or the like. Maybe it has a purpose? The smell of burning remains with the strawberry, though with each breath, your nose picks up the scent stronger and stronger.. but, then, perhaps its because the cum even begins to drip from your nostrils, pouring down onto your upper lip. Your throat feels like its thick with the stuff, but held in such a perfect position, you never quite choke..
Amidst all of this, the nurse has placed the gun right up against one of your nipples, the little prick finding the tiny opening, pushing right in and open through the fluid, rather uncomfortably far until it can be felt to tug you from the inside. She pushes the whole cap firmly up against you, at which point she pulls the trigger, and a flurry of motion like being slapped pours through, mixed with the feeling of electricity which blunts out any directly physical pain. After that, you just feel.. sore. When the jackal removes the gun, the cap is gone, and the sensation of something cupping your small male nipple remains..