Pyralis rose and stretched her newly freed arm, still aching from what she assumed was some kind of fracture.

“Please don’t do that, the bond hasn’t set y- I’m going to have to redo that whole section now.” Preon groaned a bit at Pyr’s squirming. “If you don’t hold still, I’m going to have to strap you down. Stay, girl.”

Pyr froze at hearing the command, giving a sly grin towards Doctor Preon. “Knew I’d get you to play along someday. Yes miss, I’ll stay very still for you~” She laid back down, presenting her arm to the Doctor.

“If I had my way, I’d snap your arm in two right here, Pyr.” Preon giggled a bit, grabbing her handheld imaging device. “Hold still while I check your arm again, be good.” She checked the inside of the arm, seeing a few synthetic muscles torn, with the bone having cemented out of line—more work.

A grimace flashed across her face, as she grabbed the scissors. “I’m going to have to cut your arm back open, unless you like your arm at this angle. The muscles we put in are experimental, you’ll need an exoskeleton on this side to reinforce it. The techs are working on something that will let you still man your controls.” She cut away some sutures, pulling over a table of tools. “We’ll be putting you under again, if only to make sure you don’t get too excited from being cut open.”

Blood flowed to Pyr’s face, as she turned a flush pink. “T. Take me to dinner first, you tease.” She tried her best to stay still, as Preon placed a mask over her face.

“Deep breaths. Just because the world is ending doesn’t mean I’m going to crawl into a bed with you, Pyr. Offer me dinner, and I’ll think about letting you back on my table, maybe under different circumstances.

“If anything, I’d be the one crawling, Doc. If you get me out of here before the sun sets, I’ll get you whatever you want.” Pyr paused to breathe in the gas, ready to drop anytime. “Also, that wasn’t a no to crawling into bed with me, right?” Everything felt like it was fading away.

Preon watched as Pyralis drifted off into a slumber. “If anything, this is more intimate than sex.” She peered down at Pyr’s exposed bone, wondering if Pyralis would find it cute if she left a message lightly carved into her arm. A little surprise for later.

===

Elara wandered into the medical suite, looking around for Pyralis. She tapped a passing nurse. “Apologies, sir. Do you know where Assistant Commander Pyralis is being operated on?”

The man quickly noticed who he was speaking to, giving a curt nod. “Yes Commander, she’s in one of the surgical rooms, I believe Doctor Preon was assigned to her care. Is there anything else you require? I can call any of our medical technicians if you need your arms repaired.”

“That won’t be required, thank you very much.” She shook her head, heading forward towards the small surgical wing. She’d head over towards biomechanics to check up on her overheated arm, make sure it wouldn’t fail in combat. She saw Pyr laid out on a table, her arm cut open as Preon was operating. The Doctor noticed her standing outside, waving her in.

Elara stepped through the door, being blasted by air and some lights, disinfecting her. The vestibule opened, as she smelled blood in the air. “Good day, Doctor. I’m just here to observe.”

“No issues with me, it’s actually quite convenient you’re here. I was going to call a nurse to grab me some fresh synth-muscles as Pyralis here has torn hers already. Yours are high-grade, correct?” Preon wasn’t even looking at her as she spoke, continuing to prod and cut into the unconscious Pyr.

She wanted to use Elara’s muscles to put into Pyr. A little romantic, Elara thought to herself. “Yes, they’re slightly used though, if that’s alright,” she replied while placing the arm on a nearby table. She would be stopping by for a checkup anyway, replacing the parts would be simple.

Preon paused for a moment as she turned, grabbing the arm and opening up its forearm. “Thank you, Ellie. While I’m digging around Pyr here, any little messages you want me to write on her arm in some silver? I could also add another microchip if you want.” She quickly went back to work on her patient, taking the fleshy-looking fibers she had taken out of the arm.

Pyralis already had microchips in her neck, leg, and side, all put in during previous operations. Elara noted that Preon had already had one sitting on the tray by her side. “Write something about her being my property, she’ll appreciate that. What does this chip do?”

“Just some more data, should record and send you her heart rate remotely, hooked into your arms display. Thought you’d appreciate knowing how she is. Long-range it’ll send updates less frequently, and she’ll need to charge it up every once in a while. How does ‘Property of Elara’ sound?” Preon had already grabbed the chip, fitting it snugly inside the arm, and grabbed her engraver.

“Works just fine. Thanks for the gift, P. I’ll pay for your dinner tonight, everybody needs a treat with the chaos going on.” Elara mostly wanted an excuse to not sleep, worried about being woken up during the night to deploy. Enjoy every last moment before she loses the chance.

Doctor Preon had begun engraving, and stayed silent as she worked. Couldn’t mess this up, or Pyr would probably have her head. As she finished up the last little ‘a’, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Sorry, Ellie. Already have dinner plans with your dog, her treat. You’re welcome to join us, but I think Pyr wanted some alone time with her favorite doctor.”

“Of course you’re her favorite, you’re one of three doctors in the whole base, and the only one of them who indulges her. Don’t worry about it, I’ll find something else to do. Maybe go back and bug Faust again.” She thought about requesting another match, she wanted to go head-to-head against them, but knew it was out of the question.

“Faust? I thought they were giving you the cold shoulder.” Preon had been privy to plenty of complaints from Elara about the newbie not giving her the time of day. “Something happen between the two of you?”

Elara gave a light chuckle, “They said that there was no point sparring with me because I’d win. Think they felt bad for me today and we sparred alongside some trainees. I won, close match though. Citrus is a probationary pilot now, due to the… situation.” She tried to avoid thinking about the inevitable fight. They’d make her spill blood again.

Preon nodded in response. “Pyralis here will be fine to pilot after this, but if she pushes too hard, she doesn’t have the cooling system your arms have. The muscles will overheat, with no safety on how hot they get. Sustained activity might cook her arm from the inside out. The pain alone could knock her out. She’ll also need an exoskeleton to keep her arm from ripping itself apart, as well as give it some structure. The technicians are working on that now, and you should be able to pick it up by the time she wakes.”

“Noted. Does sustained activity include… that activity?” Elara had hoped to have some fun with Pyr before they had to deploy.

“She should be fine to have sex, Commander. Don’t hang her up by this arm, or bend it too far beyond normal range of motion. No struggling against any restraints, so no more ‘escape attempts.’” Preon had seen the results of their nightly sessions before, Pyralis having ended up needing stitches from trying too hard to break out of a pair of handcuffs, which had snapped and cut into her hands.

“Permanently…?” Elara did enjoy watching Pyralis struggle in her restraints a bit.

“No, Commander. Not permanently, just until the muscles are removed or adjusted for her arm.” The Doctor rolled her eyes a bit, finishing up her work on her patient. “Just a few sutures and she should be good to go. She’ll be in good enough condition for you tonight, at least after our dinner.”

Elara smiled at Preon, and took back her disconnected arm. “Alright, I’ll be off to the biomechs to get these checked out. Send her to my room when you’re done with dinner… try not to leave too many marks before then.” She walked out of the room, waving goodbye over her shoulder.

Preon finished closing up Pyr’s arm, removing the mask over her face, and turning off the gas pump. Grabbing a syringe of painkillers, she injected some into the unconscious Pyralis. Usually, she’d use an IV, but decided to play it safe, given Pyr’s last visit to the medical bay. She turned the glass doors and wall opaque.

Now? It was time for her dinner.

===

Pyr came to, everything seemingly dark. She felt covering her face. She tried moving her arms, and felt something soft press against her wrists, holding them in place.

“Hold still, pup. You promised me dinner if the sun was still up, and sundown isn’t for at least another two hours.” Was that Preon? What was happening? Something was wrapped around her waist and thighs, forcing her to lie down. Her left arm was numb. There was something in her mouth. It felt… soft. A gag?

“I told you I’d be letting you onto my table if you offered me dinner, didn’t I? Stop struggling or you’ll tear your arm open again, mutt. Unless you’d like me to cut you open again?” Preon was whispering in her ear. Pyr still felt a little woozy. “Stay, pup.”

Pyralis let out a whine. She knew what this was now, trying her hardest to stay still as Preon ran a cold finger down her stomach. Was she naked? She hoped Preon didn’t see how hard she was.

Of course, Preon saw every last inch, running her fingers close to Pyr’s shaft, running her bare fingers over the soft skin of her crotch. “Somebody’s a little excited, isn’t she? I’ll make sure you eat your fill as well, don’t you worry.” Preon felt herself salivating at the sight of Pyr, seeing her well-toned musculature, and crouched over to place her teeth on Pyr’s bare stomach. The action elicited a whine from the bound pup, begging for more.

Preon let out a soft growl in response. “I said be good, pup. Don’t move a hair.” She licked the flesh between her teeth, before sinking them in. Not enough to break the skin, but hard enough to bruise. Something to remember her by.

“Bit of a whore for a dog, aren’t you?” She placed another bite onto Pyr’s thigh. “I’ve been waiting to play with you for a bit, darling. I have a present to commemorate it.” Preon walked over to the counter and unveiled a new set of implants. Ears and a tail.

“You’ve been begging me for these for a while. I think you can guess what I’m referring to, given how you’re wagging, or I guess just shaking your ass for now.” Pyralis had been pestering Preon for months for a tail and ears, having had the biotechnicians make one for her. Preon wasn’t sure how many ‘favors’ that took.

Despite Pyr’s excitement, Preon still had revenge to enact. “Don’t be too happy, pup. You see, these will be going in particularly dangerous places, and I’ll need you to be awake the whole time. It seems I injected the last of your painkillers into your arm a moment ago, so this is not going to be as fun for you as it will be for me. Pyr was no longer moving, having frozen up. Preon was in fact, lying about the painkillers, fully intending to make sure the process was as comfortable as possible for her.

Terror filled Pyralis, as she realized what Preon was going to do. She tried pleading, whimpering for mercy, but it came out as a muffled scream. “Mphheee!! Maphy!!”

“Mercy? Oh, my dear Pyralis, we are far past that. Bark twice if you want me to put the tail and ears in, once if you want me to throw them in the trash.” Preon, of course, had no intention to throw away the implants, but wanted to hear Pyr beg for them.

Pyralis barked twice, lightly struggling against her restraints. She so desperately wanted them, no matter the cost.

Consent given, Preon moved to tie Pyr down tighter, locking her head in place. “Stay still, and bite down as hard as you need. Make a peace symbol with your fingers if you feel something’s off, okay sweetie?”

Preon wasn’t actually so cruel as to cut into her meal without giving it some form of comfort. She grabbed a syringe of anesthetic, injecting Pyr’s scalp. She squealed a little as it went in. “Just some medicine to make sure the implant is accepted, pup.”

Pyr whined in response, losing feeling in the top of her head. She felt her shoulders relax, realizing that Preon wasn’t actually going to cut her open without numbing her at least a little. “Hank oo..”

The ears were designed with installation in mind, installing themselves by drilling into the subject’s skull. Pyralis didn’t know this, of course, as Preon set the ears on her head and let them begin the installation, she moved to her lower half. Time to eat.

A whirring began to fill the room, as Pyralis felt pressure on her skull. Suddenly she felt something holding her thighs, and something enveloping her cock. A hand ran under her, as she felt something stab into her lower spine. She screamed in pain and pleasure, trying to buck her crotch.

Preon meanwhile was sucking on Pyr’s member, eyes looking up across her body. She watched as Pyralis began breathing faster, almost hyperventilating. Preon ran a hand over her leg, caressing her, while taking her cock in deeper. A little bit of comfort for her patient, while she stabbed in the port for Pyr’s tail. Warm blood rushed over her fingers, as she pressed the port in slowly.

Pyralis felt a tongue lapping at the head of her cock, as the stabbing pain in her back worsened. She started sobbing, as she felt the pressure in her skull cease. A hand ran over her thigh, petting her. She was being a good girl, and she would be so beautiful after this. A good dog. The mouth over her cock left, and she was left feeling needy, and a little sore in the back.

Blood dripped across Pyr’s leg from Preon’s hand. She licked her fingers, tasting the iron and sighing in satisfaction. She licked Pyr’s bloody thigh, cleaning her up slowly, leaving bruises and bites as she combed across her skin. “You taste so sweet, love.” She scratched into the skin, leaving a small gash. Pyr moaned out in need, begging for more attention to her aching dick.

“I think I’ve warmed you up enough for your owner, pup. I’m sure she’ll finish you off sometime tonight, love.” Preon began putting away her tools, cleaning off her chin. “Although, I’ll be keeping you for a little longer, just to keep a good eye on you.” She giggled a bit, excited at the idea of watching Pyr deal with her arousal while tied up. She’d drink a bit more of her, as the minutes passed. Preon continued to run her hands over Pyr’s beautiful form, if only to keep the blood flowing to her crotch. Couldn’t have her meal getting bored, now could she?

Pyr of course, let out a whine, letting herself sink into the medical table. She’d be here for a while.