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Doctor was bent over a diaphonized specimen, using tweezers to delicately pose the small garden snake in the glycerin he was suspending it in. You were sitting beside him quietly, watching his careful movements with interest. The two of you had been sitting in his personal tent like this for about two hours now, sitting in comfortable silence while you watched him work. You noticed when he started that he was a bit rougher than he usually would be with the fragile specimens, nearly breaking the skin on one, though luckily it remained intact; you didn’t think much of it, but you did take note of the oddity. He had gotten through posing nearly all of the batch, and his focus was now entirely pinned on the final snake and the small bottle.
After sitting so still for so long, your only movement being the quiet fidget toy in your hands, your joints had gotten sore. Without much thought, you raised your arms over your head, stretching your body in a long arc, a small whine slipping from your lips at the relief. You glanced back down, hearing a small splat. Your brow furrowed as you realized he had dropped the specimen. You watched him curiously, waiting for him to pick it up. After several moments of stillness from him however, you tilted your head, growing concerned.
“Uhh, Doc, you ok?” you asked hesitantly, gazing at him warily.
He didn’t respond, still staring down blankly at the specimen. You leaned in closer, studying the snake. It seemed Doctor was on a stroke of luck, the specimen appearing fully intact despite the little fall it took. Thinking he was upset about it, you tried to reassure him. “Hey, it’s not broken, it’s ok!” you cheered softly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
You froze as a deep, rumbling growl tore through his throat. You pulled away on instinct, standing up as he turned to face you. The eyes of his mask which were normally a beautiful cyan had turned a deep red color, indicating the predatory shift in his mood. You swallowed anxiously. Last time, you had been able to snap him out of it. However, not knowing the cause of this shift, you weren’t sure if you could.
“Sweetie…” he purred out dangerously, standing up and stumbling slightly closer. You put your hands up in defense, backing up further as you gazed up at his towering figure, eyes wide with fear. The Doctor reached around his neck to remove his apron, placing it haphazardly on the examination table he had been working on. After the cloth left his hands, he pulled at one of his gloves, tugging it off in a smooth motion before moving to the other, dropping them atop the apron.
“Doc…” you said in a warning tone, hoping he’d hear you. His only response was a low groan as he moved in closer. “Doctor!” you yelled out slightly louder. Your voice finally reached his ears, the red glow fading as the cyan hue returned to his eyes.
The Doctor cleared his throat, though he didn’t move to step back. “I apologize, my sweet patient, it seems the season has gotten to me more than I realized,” he said apologetically, though with a notable shaky undertone to his voice.
You cocked your head in confusion at his words. “You mean Spring?” you asked dumbly, confusion slowly overshadowing your previous fear. He stared down at you for a moment, his mask leaving you unable to read his facial expression. Finally, he let out a chuckle before patting your head in a condescending manner.
“Forgive me; I forget how human you are. Don’t worry about it, sweetie. Your dear Doctor is fine,” he said, his thick accent dripping with amusement and affection. You pouted, knocking his hand away as he chuckled harder.
“Do allergies make you tweak or something?” you asked. He shook his head, humming as he turned around.
“No, dearest. But it is getting late, you should probably run along,” he suggested, putting on a clean pair of gloves to continue working on his specimen. You nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, I should head out. See you tomorrow?” you said hopefully.
“We’ll see,” he responded cryptically. “Be safe, my dear patient~”
…
The next day, you skipped into the circus, excited to see Doctor again. After buying your ticket and having it punched by Ticket Taker, you planned on heading straight for the cyan tent, since the attraction was scheduled to be open tonight. However, before you could wander off, you were stopped.
“Dear guest, I apologize, but you will find that the cyan tent is closed to all visitors tonight. Please, find yourself at the other attractions,” he said, his voice tired and exasperated. You tilted your head.
“Oh, is Doctor in the medical tent tonight?” you asked. He had his ‘show’ tent, and then his actual tent, which was tucked away in the back of the circus, both serving as his living quarters and the place for actual medical care, not just scares. His show tent being closed on nights it was meant to be open wasn’t entirely new, as Jester would occasionally have him working on other matters more pertinent to the circus’s function. However, this did not seem to be the case today.
“I apologize, but he is feeling… unwell. I would highly suggest you find your entertainment at another tent tonight,” he stressed. You glanced around for a moment, before returning your gaze to Ticket Taker.
“Sooo… will you, like, stop me? Or is this just a ‘suggestion’?” you asked, testing the limits. After staring at you for a moment, he sighed, bowing his head in defeat.
“I- I don’t care. If you do go see him, make yourself useful,” he said flatly, before moving to take another guest’s ticket to punch. Grinning in victory, you happily skipped towards the back of the circus to find the Doctor’s tent.
“Hey, Doc, you alright?” you called out as you entered, squinting as you found the interior shrouded in darkness. Not hearing a response, you continued walking in, feeling along the sterile walls to find your way, hoping to maybe find a lightswitch as well. You had a pretty good idea of the setup of the interior, but after entering the doorway to Doctor’s private quarters, you found yourself lost. You walked to the middle of the room, letting out a small huff of air as you ran into a large pile of fabric in the center. You looked around for a moment, hoping your eyes would adjust to the dark faster.
What you didn’t see were the two glowing, red eyes behind you, watching your every move.
“Aghk- what the fuck!” you shrieked as you were tackled from behind, a large body wrapping itself around yours as it shielded you from the impact of the… bed? You weren’t entirely sure yet.
“Why are you here?” came the deep voice you’d come to recognize as Doctor’s. You relaxed in his grip, though the sudden closeness did make your face flush red. Wiggling a bit to let your head free, Doctor turned you around and your gaze met his, the only thing visible being his glowing eyes.
“Ticket Taker said you were sick, I wanted to check on you,” you explained.
“You aren’t safe here, little one,” he growled out.
You blinked. Sure, his eyes were red, but he was speaking to you, and normally he was incapable of holding a conversatoin when he was like this, so you didn’t feel unsafe. “Are you ok?” you finally settled on as a response, placing a hand on his chest to brace yourself.
Before Doctor could respond, he let out a deep groan, doubling over and inadvertently curling around you. You hadn’t realized it with how fast everything had been moving, but as your hand became crushed against his chest, you realized you were touching bare skin, not the dense fabric of his overcoat. You gasped, realizing he didn’t have any of his clothes on.
“Shh, sweetie, it’s ok,” he cooed out at your realization. “Just leave here and go to one of the other monsters,” he advised, though his voice took on a bitter edge at the idea of you being with one of his ‘coworkers’, for want of a better word.
“What’s wrong though? I don’t want to leave until I know you’re ok,” you said with concern, ignoring every human instinct in you telling you to run.
“It’s my heat, sweetheart. Now, please, run along. I can’t promise I’ll be sane much longer,” he chuckled humorlessly. Even though his words told you to leave, his hands only held you tighter, pulling you taught to him.
Your brow furrowed at the new information. Heat? They do that? You couldn’t help the pang of sympathy running over you as he held you tight to him. Does it hurt him? What if he needs help with something? You hated the idea of him being alone in such a vulnerable state. Sure, he was 6’9” and a literal monster, but in the time you’d spent with him, you’d found yourself more than fond of him, and the idea of him being alone through this made your heart hurt.
“...Do you want hel-” you started, not even able to finish the words before you were flipped over, pinned to the pile of blankets and pillows below you.
“My favorite little patient, comes to my tent, and asks to help me in my heat- and I’m supposed to say no?” he growled to no one in particular. You writhed against his grip, pushing down the masochistic part of you that loved this in order to try and figure out the situation you’d put yourself in. “Oh, and squirming so pretty in my nest for me… this really is a treat, hm?” he purred out, pinning your arms behind your back.
You let out a garbled yelp as his free hand pried your mouth open, two large fingers thrusting a pill to the back of your throat. You were unable to bite down, so you pushed your tongue against the intrusion, only making Doctor moan. He only relented when the pill began to dissolve, your mouth swallowing instinctively before you could think.
“Good, my dear patient. Don’t worry, I’ve tested that one before,” he cooed out before licking a stripe up your neck. The pill worked fast, his touch already feeling amplified.
“Doc?” you asked, your voice more of a whine than before.
“Yes, my sweet?” he responded.
“What's a ‘heat’?” you asked. You knew what a heat was, of course, but you didn’t know if it meant the same thing for monsters as it did for other mammals.
“You’re asking that now?” he chuckled, nipping at the skin of the back of your neck. You felt him press his hips flush to your ass, his large cock grinding against you as he panted by your ear, the beak of his mask resting along the side of your face. “Think of it like a breeding season,” he explained shortly, groaning into your ear.
“I thought so,” you mumbled shyly.
“Oh? So you knew what you were getting into? Oh, my dear, sweet patient,” he purred before running a large hand up your shirt. You whimpered softly, arching your back as warmth bloomed under your skin from his touch. “I’m going to break you~”
Doctor wasted no time in tugging your shirt off of you, groping your chest as he rut his large cock against your ass. You found yourself pressing your hips back against him, making him grunt softly as his hands gripped you tighter. He tweaked a nipple between his index finger and thumb, his other hand trailing up to your mouth, hooking two fingers in your cheek to tug your face towards his. Your jaw went slack, letting him push and pull you as he pleased.
He released his grip on your chest, instead trailing his hand down your jeans, pulling at the button unsuccessfully. He grunted in displeasure, pulling harder at it.
“Ait-” you tried to tell him to wait, though it came out garbled thanks to the submissive posture he had your face in.
With a growl, he pulled hard at your jeans, snapping the button as he tugged them down along with your underwear. You huffed out poutily, but you didn’t have long to think about your ruined jeans, his hand instead shoving itself between your legs. You squealed softly as he cupped the mound of your cunt, grinding the palm of his hand against your clit as your eyelids fluttered.
“All that little pill did was make you more prepared to take me, little one~ Don’t you feel how wet you are already?” he purred against your ear, licking the shell of your ear. You shuddered, rocking against his hand. He was right- you hadn’t realized it, but your slick had already begun trailing down your thighs, your cunt feeling woefully empty. Your jeans were pooled at your knees, the Doctor not bothering to take them off fully as he played with you.
With a yelp, you felt yourself pushed down into the nest, ass up in the air as your back was forced into a deep arch, your cheek pressing against the soft fabric below you. It smelled entirely of him, the deep, almost earthy scent of him filling your head and making you dizzy. You yelped as you felt his hot tongue lick a stripe up your pussy, his moaning sending vibrations through your core. He nipped at your clit softly, rolling his tongue over it in apology before trailing up to shove his tongue deep inside of you, coaxing more slick from your needy hole.
“Mmgh- fuck, Doctor, so good,” you moaned, gripping the fabric beneath you as your body rocked from the force of his tongue. He groaned, slick noises being heard behind you as he pumped himself to the taste of you. Your moans only grew louder as his hands gripped your hips in a bruising manner, the dull pain shooting need straight to your core.
He didn’t stay between your legs long, just enough to clean up any dripping slick. When he pulled his tongue from your hole with a wet squelch, he moved his attention to your inner thighs, lapping up the remains of your arousal as you whined softly. By now, the aphrodisiac had built up properly in your system, making every touch feel magnified. Is this how he feels? you wondered dazedly.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of him mounting you from behind, his chest pressing against your back, arms caging you in. One hand braced on your hips as he nuzzled his masked face against yours, not bothering to take it off. You felt the tapered tip of his cock press towards your entrance, a deep groan leaving Doctor as his tip rubbed through your slick that had already begun dripping again.
“Sweetie, please, let me breed you,” he panted out by your ear. You moaned softly, rocking your hips back towards him in invitation.
“Mm, need it, Doc, breed me-” you whined, being rewarded with the feeling of his cock pressing into you. A groan forced itself from your throat as his cock quickly tapered into something much thicker, the spiral ridges along the sides only helping pool your slick around his length, drawing him in further.
“So good, so good at taking me. Doing such a good job,” he grunted out, his accent thick and heavy with arousal. “My sweet little mate,” he purred, pressing his cock in further.
You felt pressure build in your lower tummy as his cock pressed against your cervix, still pushing further even at the barrier. You cried out at the slight discomfort, rocking your hips forward to run from the feeling.
“Aww, is my little patient struggling to take me?” he asked, giggling in your ear. You whimpered, nodding as you tucked your face in your arm, eyes rolling back pitifully. You squealed softly as he thrust his cock roughly into you, that pressure building further. You clawed at his caged arms.
“T-too big, Doc, can’t take it-” you whined, making him moan. He placed his forearm in front of your mouth, pulling back against your mouth to make your teeth latch around him.
“Bite. This will feel odd, but I promise you’ll feel good,” he murmured. You bit down instinctively as his cock rammed into you, harder than the last time. This time however, pure pleasure pooled in your womb as his cock bullied its way inside, his entire length now inside of you. You shrieked against his arm, the sound muffled against his flesh. He cried out, tucking his head into the junction of your neck as he ground himself within your walls, his cock pulsing within you.
“Mm, and to think you- fuck- to think you said you couldn’t take it. It’s like you were made for my cock, dear patient,” he hissed out, his hips setting a brutal pace against you. Every movement was hard, precise; clearly, he was entirely focused on breeding you, every fiber of his being screaming with the primal urge.
He groaned as your teeth latched harder around his arm, and if he were human it no doubt would have drawn blood. For him, however, the pain only made him more aroused. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back against him to match his pace. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, sparks of pleasure shooting through you every time his cock hit the back of your womb. The spiral ridges along his cock rolled against your sweet spots as he fucked into you, and you couldn’t help the shaking of your thighs at the overwhelming pleasure.
With his arm lodged in your mouth, you couldn’t warn him of your impending orgasm. The second he felt your walls convulse around him, he groaned lowly, nipping at your neck. “Cum all over my cock, sweetheart. Feels good, hm?” he grunted, his hips still pistoning into yours, fucking you through it. Your body jerked with the force of your orgasm, legs shaking and chest heaving as you fought for air.
You came down from your orgasm, but Doctor didn’t pause for even a moment, still pressing into you at that bruising pace. You whined, gripping his arm desperately as overstimulation settled against you, the aphrodisiac in your system only making you feel more sensitive.
“Come on, you can take a little more for me, hm? You’re doing so well, dear. Just a little more, and you can rest,” he reassured, though his tone was low and needy, strained with the pleasure and relief coursing through him. His hand that was wrapped around your waist readjusted to be able to reach your cunt, rubbing two fingers over your clit, making your walls flutter around him.
You tried to tell him too much, but you couldn’t get the words out with the obstruction. You were forced to take the overwhelming pleasure as each wave rolled over you, until your mind was mush. A different need began to pool through you as his cock pulsed inside of you, a need that nearly made you delirious as you fought against his arm, pushing it away to babble mindlessly.
“Please, I need you to cum in me- fuck, please, breed me-” you gasped out, stars popping in your vision with every thrust. Doctor groaned deeply against your ear, his cock throbbing inside of you.
“Don’t say that, sweetie, I’ll…” he moaned, his voice shaky. You whined, shaking your head.
“No, please I need your cum, I need you- I can take it, I’ll be good. Just breed me-!”
At your desperate begging, he let out a final groan, pressing his hips against yours as he shot his cum deep within you, moving from your clit to cup your lower stomach as it bulged around the intrusion. He caressed the bump lovingly as he humped into you, riding out his orgasm as your own crashed over you.
“Good job sweetie. Taking me so well, especially for such a little human. Take me, take my cum,” he growled out as he ground against you, making sure you took every drop. He came an obscene amount, so much so that you felt your skin begin to pull taught as your stomach bulged slightly. He groaned at the same realization, and it only served to heighten your orgasm. As the two of you came down from your highs, he caressed over your stomach lovingly, almost possessively.
“You did good, dear patient. I apologize if I was too rough,” he said, tone still shaky but clearly more in control. He slowly began to pull his cock out of you, making you whine as you collapsed into the nest. He relaxed behind you, curling his body around yours as he wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, your body touching his at nearly every point. You panted as you came down, struggling to find your voice after such intense stimulation.
“Is your heat better?” you panted out, nuzzling against the arm under your head. The aphrodisiac still buzzed under your skin, but it was more manageable than it had been a few moments ago, his cum triggering some sort of satiation within you.
“For now,” he chuckled, alarming you slightly. “Mm, your heart raced at that. Are you frightened by the idea of my insatiable arousal, sweetie?” he purred softly, nipping the shell of your ear as you shivered. He continued on. “No, my heat will last around a week. Breeding only relieves the ache for a little while. Maybe a half hour?” he explained.
“Doctor, I won’t survive,” you said in exasperation. Just what had you gotten yourself into?
“Don’t be silly, sweetie, I have enough aphrodisiacs to last the whole week!” he chirped excitedly, as if the idea of you being just as needy as him made him more aroused than his heat. You let out a shuddering breath.
You were so fucked.