“All the necessary paperwork has been dealt with, Doctor.”

Kal’tsit rereads the documents in her hand as she talks to you.

“I still can’t believe you requested to start a ‘stress relief’ service in addition to the added bedroom connected to your office… Just because your cells are special doesn’t mean you should let it go to your head.”

“The bedroom was constructed after my many nights of sleeping in this office from overworking. Isn’t that the story you told the logistics operators?”

“Don’t mistake my cooperation for cordiality.”

“’I just want to research the effects,’ am I right?”

“...You better hope you don’t piss someone off and lose the ability to piss.”

“If I were that tactless, I wouldn’t be able to lead so many operations, would I?”

“Suit yourself.”

Kal’tsit leaves you to your work in your solitary office, where you wait for your first visitor seeking your new services. She gives you a hard look through the large horizontal window at the side of your office before continuing down the hall.

You focus on signing endless papers for a few days, getting great use of your new quarters. Time flies by as you lose hope that anyone would pick up on the meaning of your “relief service,” until one late night aboard the landship when you return to your office from some errands.

The White Wolf herself, Horn, sits in the chair in front of your desk, whirling around at the sound of your entry.

“Ah, Doctor, I was wondering when you’d be back.”

“Sorry about that, Horn. Had some things to attend to around the landship. What brings you in?”

“...I’m here for your stress relief services. I hope I’m not being presumptuous by assuming there’s more than one meaning to that wording?”

“Not at all. Resolving any problem starts with the mental process before moving on to the physical, after all.”

“Good. Then I’d like to share some of my thoughts with you.”

You take a seat behind your desk and make yourself comfortable as Horn begins.

“I’m sure you know from reading my files, but I… lost a lot of men under my command multiple times.”

“My personal team in County Hillock, and those I rescued in Londinium…”

“Cello, Triangle, Oboe, Snare, Base, Mandolin… They were my closest subordinates, so close that we didn’t feel like co-workers to each other, more like close friends.”

“But not just them, the soldiers I fought alongside in Londinium, even if I didn’t get to hear their names before their deaths, I still remember their faces. I still remember who it is I’m fighting for every time I step into battle.”

“I make sure I always remember by writing their names and remembering their faces every day.”

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if I forgot even one of them, especially the ones whose names I couldn’t ever learn.”

“Can you imagine it? The pain of never knowing the name of someone who died in battle to save you, to save others, and never being able to assuage the grief of their family?”

“Sometimes I don’t know whether I truly want to reassure those who knew them because it’s what they deserve to know, or if I just want some kind of reassurance for myself that they didn’t die in vain…”

“I never thought my aptitude for combat and leadership would lead to this thoroughly mixed feeling of guilt and resolve.”

“I can never forget their faces, and I won’t ever as long as I am able-minded… but part of me wants to, just to be able to relax without guilt and worry that I’m not doing everything I can to honor them.”

“I have no trouble continuing on, but every step makes me wearier than the last.”

“What do you do when your greatest aptitude in life also holds your damndest regrets?”

“...Sorry, that turned into more of a vent than I intended it to.”

You fold your hands and place your elbows on the desk, contemplating your response.

“...I think your issue is more common than you think.”

“Within everyone’s greatest ambition, pursuit, lifestyle, goal, or what have you, exists a myriad of problems that pop up during the course of their life.”

“Those problems are obstacles that build character, barriers that can be overcome with the right mindset and tools.”

“Some, unfortunately, last longer than others. Sometimes they’re never truly quelled.”

“But, they can be dealt with all the same.”

Horn’s face scrunches as she grips her clothing.

“How so? When there exist only two options, to remember, or to forget, how could I possibly choose to forget and betray everything that I claim to be?”

Leaning back in your chair, your answer flows from you like water.

“Life is not so simply divided into binary choices, thankfully. There exists a third option.”

“Forget temporarily. To put out of your mind, but not discard.”

“If you can only find comfort in forgetting, then simply forget for a short time, and rest your spirit so that you can remember with pride instead of guilt.”

Horn stares at an interesting pen on your desk for an inordinate amount of time. Her eyes narrow, but brighten again as she focuses on you.

“That seems like such a simple answer, but if it were that simple, wouldn’t I have found a way to achieve that state by now, Doctor?”

“Not necessarily. Perhaps the activity to help you forget for just a few moments needs to be intense enough to grab your attention.”

“We’ve been through the mental, now it’s time for the physical.”

“Only if you feel that you still want it, of course.”

Horn scoffs with a soft chuckle.

“You’re quite extraordinary, Doctor. You deal with so much work already, yet you know just the words to say to assuage someone’s troubles. Surely you must need a break too?”

“Now you’re starting to see half of why these services exist.”

“Dare I ask what the other half is?”

“You could, but it’s confidential, I’m afraid.”

A bout of silence fills the void as Horn leans back in the chair.

“All right, I’ll give your method a try, then.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. Step into the bedroom when you’re ready.”

“You had a bedroom installed just for this?”

“And for my constant naps. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve slept in the office even while my assistant was there.”

You both head into the newly constructed room to get some privacy, locking the door behind you.

The room gives off a faint red glow from tinted lights, dimmed to set the mood. The large bed in the center takes up most of the space, with a dresser and mirror to one side, and a door to a connected bathroom on the other. All things considered, it’s quite simple, but it gets the job done.

You sit down at the edge of the bed and look around.

“So, what do you think?”

“A little tacky for my taste, but it fits the mood, I guess.”

Horn takes a few steps towards you and crouches down, grabbing at your clothes.

“You’re no stranger to the deed, then?”

“I wouldn’t call myself experienced, but I’m no slouch. Let me start with something for you as thanks.”

“Ah ah ah, not so fast. This is meant to help you forget temporarily, remember? We can’t have you going on autopilot here, it has to take some effort.”

“...What did you have in mind?”

Reaching under the edge of the bed for a small compartment, you procure a small bundle of rope.

“Just a little binding to make things more engaging on your end. Hope it’s not too uncomfortable for you.”

“It’s not as if I haven’t been in bindings before… I’ll give it a try, if only in desperation for some peace of mind.”

“Take off your clothes and turn around then, it’ll just take a second.”

Horn slides her clothes off, showing you her toned back with each muscle just defined enough that you could tell them apart. Her tail swishes around, brushing against her modest, peach-shaped ass as it tells you how excited she really is. She leaves her hands behind her, letting you tie a simple knot of rope around her wrists to restrain her.

“So how do you propose I proceed from here?”

“The idea is to get you using an unorthodox method to keep your mind focused. It’s up to you what you want to do.”

“...Lie down then, I’ve got something in mind I’ve wanted to try.”

You oblige her and make yourself comfortable, undressing as she turns around to face you. Her perky tits rise and fall with her even breaths, her nipples already erect. Below her bosom lies a set of toned abs and a daring tuft of blonde pubic hair above her slit.

She climbs onto the bed and shimmies over to you, eyeing your dick as she encroaches. Her tail flicks back and forth behind her as she licks her lips.

As she makes it to your shaft, erect and waiting for her to begin, she lifts herself onto your lower body using her restrained hands. Her legs rest on your abdomen while your dick throbs as it comes into contact with her blonde bush and smooth pussy.

She closes her legs around your cock, an enticing heat surrounding it as her toned thighs encase your shaft in rugged warmth, pressed on from all sides. Her soft hair caresses your head as she moves up and down, arching her crotch to rub her slit along the length of your dick. Her lower lips hug your cock as they glide along every inch, beginning to lubricate you with her glistening juices.

Her strong thighs keep your cock locked in place, your throbs being stifled by the hot encasement of her legs. Your precum leaks out into her modest bush, the stickiness being applied back onto your shaft as the hair tickles the underside of your glans. Horn is focused on your cock as she bites her lip, staring down between her tightly locked thighs.

Just as you feel lulled into a rhythm of her pussy, her legs shift forward and back, rubbing along your cock from the sides in conjunction with her wet slit. Her rubs are slow and careful as her bare, muscled legs keep you safe in their tight grip, their warmth enticing your dick to throb at its leisure. As more girlcum leaks out of her pussy, her legs become lathered in natural lubricant, letting her go faster and faster as she assaults your cock with tight, hot pleasure.

You watch Horn’s expression go from focused to fatigued as she takes deep, heavy breaths. Sweat slides down her exposed chest, curving around each breast as they jiggle with every sudden movement. Her tail flits back and forth from one of your legs to the other, her excitement no longer able to be contained.

She shifts her position again, using her feet to squat in place for leverage as she strokes your cock with her strong thighs. A combination of sexual fluids and sweat pools between her legs to make each stroke smooth and wet. Sticky sounds emanate from your union, the tight grip her legs have on your cock only amplifying each obscene noise. You feel every muscle in her thighs rubbing against you, assuring you that you cum between them without guilt or shame, that her thighs will keep your cock snug and safe against her dripping pussy.

Before you know it, you’re already shooting your load all over her lower body. Cum jumps out of the valley of her thighs to coat them both as she continues stroking every rope out of you. Her pubic hair catches the odd rope of semen that gets rubbed into her bush, solidifying the unity of her scent and that of your cum. Some of your load even ends up on her toned abs, dripping down every defined line on her abdomen.

Just as you begin to relax, Horn raises up and impales herself on your cock, letting out a long sigh as she slowly slides down the length of your shaft. You throb inside her, surprised by the tight embrace of her pussy as you shoot semen directly into her. A deluge of girlcum floods around your cock as she reaches climax, her honeypot spasming almost in time with your throbs. Horn stares into space as she lets out long breaths, just enjoying the heat of your seed and throbbing cock inside her.

All of a sudden, a light of clarity strikes her as she raises herself off your shaft with a yelp.

“I–I apologize! I don’t know what got into me!”

“Don’t worry so much, my seed is sterile, so there’s no chance of a Doctor Jr. running around.”

She lets out a breath and relaxes back onto her hands.

“That might have been nice to know before we started…”

“Why? So you could try something more daring?”

“So I don’t have a heart attack if something like this happens.”

“Well, I did think it’d be funny to see your reaction when you realized, but this tells me the service is working perfectly.”

“You were so focused that you lost track of things for a moment, completely dedicated to lovemaking.”

“I sound like a lovestruck teen when you say it like that…”

“I can’t imagine you led a normal life in school due to your prestige and ancestry.”

“I thought you were supposed to help me ‘forget temporarily?’”

“Yes, but I also need to make sure you find the best way of doing that for yourself. If that involves engrossing yourself in a particular fantasy, then that would be good for you to know, wouldn’t you say?”

“You seem to have an answer for everything I say, don’t you?”

“It is part of my job to give people answers. The skill in it is giving them the right ones.”

“Case in point…”

“Would it make you feel better if we moved on to something new?”

“If only to see what else you have in mind, yes.”

“Then follow my lead.”

You get out of the bed and stand up, Horn following behind you and standing to face you.

Putting a hand on each of her shoulders, you gently push her down to her knees in front of your dick.

“...That’s it? A simple blowjob?”

“I think you’ll find it’s much more involved when you have no hands to help. Just use your senses and accomplish the same end by different means.”

Horn stares at your flaccid-again cock, unsure where to look. She lets out a heavy breath that feels warm to the touch on your shaft, making you twitch as you watch the gears turn in her head.

“Go on, don’t be shy. Try things you haven’t thought to do before.”

She makes a face at your comment for a moment before loosening up and staring at your dick for a few moments more. Leaning closer, a slight hesitation staves off her curiosity for only a moment before she presses her face against your cock. Her tentative contact is almost ticklish as her nose brushes along your shaft.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep, steady breath, she inhales your scent with a calm expression. Her body relaxes as she makes a seamless transition into licking your cock from the side with quick tastes. You can’t help but become more erect as her tongue glides along your length.

As your dick raises up, she brushes her cheek against you, licking up your shaft as she raises an eyelid halfway to look up at you. She places several quick kisses along your dick until she makes it to the tip, bringing it into her mouth but keeping it between her lips.

Her tongue dances around the underside of your head, licking either side of the ridges of your glans. She sucks on your tip gently, running her lips back and forth over the upper rim of your head. Your first drops of precum are lapped up the instant they drip out from your tip, flung down her throat to satiate a deep hunger hidden away.

Suddenly, she pulls away before almost pouncing towards your hanging sack. Her tongue brings one of your balls into her mouth, where she sucks on it and licks it all around its circumference. She playfully pulls on it as her tongue runs over the surface dotted with intermittent hairs, slickening it with her copious saliva. Letting that one out with a pop, she gives the other just as much attention, bouncing it with her tongue as she feels the weight of your cum being produced for her.

With a kiss, she leaves your sack wet with her love, staring up at you with one eye as your dick rests across her face. Her ears gently twitch every so often, tickling your tip as they brush across it. She lets out a hot breath from her mouth, a stray hair caught in her mouth fluttering from the force as your balls are wrapped in the warm air.

Sticking her tongue out, she licks the base of your cock and slides her way up, leaving a trail of saliva that feels cool to the open air. As she makes it to the tip of your dick, she brings you back inside her mouth, plunging you deep inside her throat as she takes you all the way to the base.

Her mouth and throat give you a wet welcome as her saliva surrounds your shaft, her tongue sliding down the underside of your length until she reaches the base. The moist cavern of her mouth is complimented by the slippery tightness of her throat as it clamps down on your dick. Horn closes her eyes again as she pulls back and slides down again and again, finding a smooth rhythm bobbing up and down on your cock.

Her spit starts dripping down from your shaft and sliding down to your balls from the sheer amount in her mouth. If you were blindfolded, you’d be hard-pressed to say whether this was her mouth or her pussy from how tight and wet it is. Every surface feels as if it were made to accompany your cock. The slickness, the tightness, the warmth, and the teasing of her tongue all work together to give your dick an irresistible sheath.

As you feel yourself coming to the edge again, Horn pushes the envelope, using her tongue to tease your balls as she holds herself at the base of your cock. She takes another deep breath of your scent, her nose buried in your pubic hair containing your concentrated scent. You see her tail flicking back and forth, her bound hands held together with interlocking fingers.

Reaching the end of your rope, you grab her head and direct her up and down on your cock, her eyes opening and staring up at you with need. You force her to throat your dick as her saliva becomes more copious, subtle gags emanating from her as she tries to accommodate your rough play. Her soft ears are downcast as you use the whole of her head to push and pull her for the sole purpose of pleasuring yourself with her hole.

Her tight walls squeeze down on you as you force her all the way to the base, shooting your strong load directly down her throat. Strained gulps are all that can be heard in the room as Horn tries to swallow every drop of her reward to store it safely in her stomach.

The wet enclosure coaxes every rope out of you as you twitch and throb deep in her throat. A sizable bulge from your cock is formed as you hold your place inside her, pumping rope after rope of semen down her dutiful throat.

Pulling back, you leave your tip in her mouth as the last of your load shoots out. Her tongue encourages your tip to throb and leak out more cum for her to taste, the underside of your cock being massaged by her playful touch.

With the last few drops safely deposited in her, you pull out of her mouth and pet her head for a job well done. She opens her mouth to show you the large load still contained in her mouth, a stray hair floating in the white pool of semen. In one fell swoop, she gulps the entire thing down, licking her lips as she stares into your eyes with a look you’d never see on her during a mission.

“You look like you enjoyed that.”

“...I suppose I did.”

The quiet drips of Horn’s juices reach your ears as you see her pussy drooling in her kneeling position, drops of your cum falling in tandem with her own fluids.

“Why don’t we move on to something more… fulfilling?”

“Fine by me.”

“There’s no need to play tough anymore, you know. Just relax and enjoy the moment.”

“...”

You guide her onto the bed, untying her bindings before retying them to the middle bedpost. Her entire front is on display as her tied wrists keep her defenseless to anything you would do to her strong body.

“How am I supposed to become focused in such a debilitating position?”

Reaching around the edge of the bed, you pull out a small, black cloth. Holding either end of it, you lean closer to Horn.

“By receiving unbearable pleasure.”

You tie the blindfold around her head, noting how her body relaxes instead of tenses as you secure the knot.

Her perky ears swivel around, trying to hear your movements, but you make none.

“W–Well, are you going to get on with it or not?”

“I didn’t know you were so excited for this.”

“...Stop teasing me.”

“No can do, that’s part of the process.”

You stay still a few moments more, taking in the sight of her beautiful, fair body.

Horn’s mouth is turned into a half-pout, trying not to give away her thoughts. As her ears flick to and fro, she shifts in place and clenches her fists. Her pert breasts point towards the ceiling as her erect nipples stand ever-proud. Beads of sweat run down her arms, through her slick armpits, and along her sides as she takes deep breaths. Her toned abdomen, defined by a strong six-pack, glistens with her sweat that runs down through every line and crease on her tummy. Trailing down to her crotch, a drop of sweat slides into her modest bush, making it slightly damp with her scent. Her dripping pussy looks pristine and fertile even as your seed slides out of her, every drop of her juices staining the sheets as she waits. Caught under her butt, her tail swishes back and forth, catching some drops of the fluids in the smooth fur. Her toned legs are propped up as her feet lay flat on the bed, using her toes to play with the sheets.

Just as she begins to accost you again, you lean down and kiss her strong abs. Your gentle touch makes her sharply inhale, the muscles in her abdomen tightening as you tickle her stomach. 

You kiss each of her defined abs one by one, brushing your lips across a random one each time to keep her mind guessing. Her chest rises and falls with her shuddering breaths, shaking her breasts every time she lightly jerks from your sensitive touch.

Transitioning from a chaste kiss, you start licking her abs up and down. The salty taste of her sweat is almost as addicting as how much you make her squirm with your curious tongue. Cute, stunted moans fall out of her mouth as you lick around the area of each ab, tracing the four major lines of her abdomen.

Your tongue strays close to her navel before you slide it into place, kissing and licking her origin point with the utmost gentility. Horn’s moans become more relaxed the more comfortable she becomes with your roaming tongue, the trails of your saliva cooling her body in the open air.

With a few final kisses, you retreat from her abdomen. An ever so slight whine escapes Horn’s lips as the lack of your touch breaks a tiny piece of her facade.

You move up to an unusual spot as you trail your tongue along her armpit. The sudden jump of her body congratulates you as you reap her salty trove of sweat.

“You— Why are you licking there…?!”

To add to your assault, your hand creeps up the side of her lower lips, trailing along the edge until your fingers come upon her sensitive clit.

Rolling your thumb over her button, you continue to lick and kiss her underarm, listening to the opera of moans echoing from her mouth. You stick a lone finger past her slit and into the warm deluge of fluids occupying her hole. Her walls cling as tight as they can to you as you glide along them to brush against her G-spot.

Horn hips jerk towards you, trying to attain greater pleasure for her as you slowly stir her up to a crescendo.

You bring the folds of her armpit into your mouth, sucking on them while your tongue coats them in a different clear fluid. Her breaths are heavier and lengthier, her entire body moving to the beat you set for her as your fingers work on a sensitivity hotspot each.

Letting go of her underarm, you quickly shift to her breasts, taking one of her nipples between your lips and gently pulling. Your other hand grabs a handful of her titflesh, kneading it roughly as your fingers sink into her supple chest.

You struggle to keep her body in place as she writhes around from each avenue of stimulation, multitasking as best you can to trap her mind in a cacophony of pleasure.

As you pull on her nipple and grope her breast, you feel her fast beating heart pounding beneath her chest. Your teasing of her lower body gradually brings her to the peak as her pussy clamps tighter and tighter around your sole finger, the pressure building inside her until she can hold it in no longer.

“Ah…! Haaaah!!”

Horn’s inner walls convulse as a stream of girlcum flows out of her slit and waterfalls down to the sheets, a dark stain growing as her lust pours out of her. Her entire body shudders as every muscle relaxes and she lets her fluids leak out of her drenched honeypot.

Your movements slow to a crawl to match her mind’s pace, your groping becoming methodical and intimate as you brush your hand along her breast. You bring her nipple into your mouth for your tongue to play with, swirling it around slowly as you coat it with saliva. Your thumb gently pokes and prods her clit, making her shiver and let out another small stream of cum. Your finger, now surrounded by fresh warmth, slides back and forth across her sensitive spot to ease her back down from the peak.

You pull away from her carefully, letting her body relax for a moment as she catches her breath.

“That was… amazing…”

“I didn’t expect you to be so gentle…”

You say nothing for the moment as you hold your erect member in your hand.

“It felt like every place you touched was on fire… I couldn’t get enough of it all throughout.”

“Needless to say… I think this was a success, Doctor.”

Lining yourself up, you prepare for the second stage.

“Doctor…?”

Without a word, you plunge your cock into her still dripping pussy, reveling in her high-pitched moan as your shaft is surrounded by your combined fluids.

You grab her legs for leverage and start pistoning her over-sensitive honeypot, the wet, glooping sounds of sexual fluids being mixed inside of her echoing around the room. Her toes curl and grip the sheets as she bites her lip to try and last through your sudden onslaught. Your combined cum serves as the perfect lubricant to your ceaseless pounding, the warmth surrounding your dick only serving to entice you more.

Horn grabs onto the bedpost that chains her to her fate, holding on for dear life as you rearrange her insides. Her flicking tail tickles your balls as they slap against her lower body, adding to the lewd symphony of noises.

“Doctor! Please! I can’t…!”

You feel her pussy tighten as another deluge of girlcum flows out of her. Your cock is washed in a hot bath of clear lust as her walls spasm all around. Horn’s second unabated orgasm drives you to go faster and reach your own. You let go of a leg to take one of her breasts in your grip again, leaning down to bring the nipple into your mouth as you playfully bite it.

Horn’s body jerks at the rough sensation, forcing her hips into yours and helping you hit deeper into her hole. You pull her nipple back with your teeth before letting go, forcing a moan out of her that joins the rest.

Leaning over her, you make your thrusts more powerful as you bring her into a deep kiss, one that she reciprocates in an instant. Her tongue dances with yours as you trail your hand along her firm body, feeling her every muscle as you thrust away at her endlessly.

The warmth and soft touch of her body begins to intoxicate you, your body reaching its limit as you work toward the final climax. Horn tries to engulf your lips with hers in her hunger for pleasure, both of you vying for control as you shake her entire core with each thrust.

You grab both her hips and hold her to you as you thrust as deep as you can, shooting semen as far into her as you can manage. Each rope you expel hits the end of her tunnel with force, quickly flooding back around your shaft and mixing with her girlcum as she climaxes for the third time. Her back arches as she struggles to catch a steady breath, your hot seed filling her entire hole within moments.

She flops back against the bed, enjoying the warmth of your shaft still throbbing inside her. You slowly pull out of her, letting your load cascade down along her body. You rest your still spurting dick on top of her pussy, resting the head in her pubic hair as you paint it white with semen.

You reach over and untie the blindfold, letting Horn open her eyes full of lust and love as they focus on you.

“How was it?”

“...Amazing.”

“Feel better?”

“Yes…”

“Seems I’ve reduced you to one word responses.”

“...Fuck.”

You free her bound wrists and let her body truly relax on the bed as you lie down next to her.

“Feel free to rest up here as much as you need. Relieving stress can be a tiring process.”

“You don’t say…”

You listen to her heavy breaths gradually turn back into longer, deeper breaths, watching her chest rise and fall all the while.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Helping me forget… temporarily.”

“I’m glad I was able to help after all.”

“For a while, I could stop worrying so much and just live the moment…”

“I’m sorry I can’t do something more long lasting, but…”

“No, I’d say this was the perfect amount of time. My mind is refreshed, and although my body is exhausted, I have a newfound vigor in me too.”

“Sorry, I did fill you up quite a bit, didn’t I?”

Horn’s breasts shake as she lets out a hearty giggle.

“You know that’s not what I meant, but I’ll never complain about being full.”

You both rest for a few moments in silence.

“...Would you be open to doing this again in the future?”

“Already hungry for more?”

“Not quite, but I will be. I am only forgetting temporarily, after all. That means I need continual treatment.”

“I’ll be sure to prescribe you with the best ‘treatment’ available should you need my services again.”

“Then I think I’ll be coming back here for a long time indeed, Doctor.”