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You squirmed on the foam block, thighs rubbing together gently and the foam dimpling under your weight. After a moment Sun rolled closer- using a chair borrowed from behind the security desk- and tilted his head at you.
“We'll start with the basics! Oh, it won't hurt! No need to to look so nervous!” He laughed, then playfully dangled a wooden instrument before your eyes. “Now, turn your head for me.”
It started with an offhand comment about playing pretend; how it came so naturally to your little charges but became lost as humans grew. Sun had thought that wasn't true, after all you were so good at playing pretend during the day. So, why not play after hours, too? He had been adamant about it. He'd seen it online, he'd said, and knew all about the kinds of things adults liked to play! It took a little convincing, but you had eventually agreed. Now here you were with a toy otoscope tickling your ear and a flashlight making your eyes water.
Sun looked so entertained and cheerful, like an actual doctor. You thought he was getting way too much out of this. Finally, he peered down your throat by gently fingering your mouth open and depressing it. Your cheeks flushed but relief quickly washed over you as his finger retreated and he hummed, playing with the toy stethoscope around his neck instead. After a moment, his finger moved to the hem of your shirt.
“This won't do, no no! I can't listen to your heart and lungs with this in the way! Take it off.”
You tried not to giggle. If you broke character Sun would scold you or question your sanity. He was immaculate when it came to keeping character. After choking down your amusement you sighed and started pulling it up over your head, and when it got briefly stuck Sun impatiently assisted. He gestured at your bra and you rolled your eyes because, of course, he wanted all of it gone. You dropped it to the floor and felt your nipples perk with the cool air.
“Very good!” He patted you on the head and immediately pressed the smooth, round diaphragm to the front of your chest, between your breasts. Otherwise, he didn't react to your nudity at all. “Now just breathe normally, there you go.”
After, he suddenly stood up and walked behind you to sit down on the foam block. You felt it squish with his weight, but thankfully it didn't collapse. After a wiggle you felt the warmth of his internals almost right on your back, but there was enough space there for him to softly lay the diaphragm just to the left of your spine. He was really going all out.
“Deep breath little star,” he said.
His voice was so close to your head you almost shivered, instead covering up your sheepishness with a breath. He did this three more times across your back. Then, with a satisfied hum and nod, reached his hand around and cupped a breast firmly. This time you couldn't hide a shocked squeak.
“D-doctor! Is this really a part of the evaluation?”
Sun sounded so very serious, his head leaning over yours and second hand coming around to grasp at your other neglected breast. He felt around and pinched softly at your nipples as he responded.
“Of course! Haven't you ever had a breast exam before? It's standard procedure! I don't feel any lumps, none at all!” He cheered, massaging them until you couldn't hold back a whimper. “Why, you're very healthy.”
His hands suddenly pulled away. Fucker. Sun sat in his chair and rolled back to the front, and no matter how goofy he looked kicking his feet to propel the chair you had to keep your cool. It was easier now, as laughing was much harder while your skin burned. You pressed your thighs together harder.
“Ooookie dokie,” he drew you from your thoughts. “Where did you say you were feeling funny again?”
You rubbed your knees together and watched him writing something down on a clipboard, but you knew he was more than likely watching you. It was difficult to tell, though. Sun was surprisingly patient as you gathered the courage to speak up again.
“Here,” you said, glancing down.
Sun looked up from the clipboard and his rays spun this way and that. “Hmmmm? Where?”
Your face pinched in bashful indignation. This was so goofy. “Between my legs. It's felt odd all day.”
He wrote something else down then threw the clipboard over his shoulder. It hit the colorful playmats with a quiet thump somewhere behind him.
“Well why didn't you say so? That is very, very, very serious!” He scooted closer, sounding panicked. “We have to exam it and treat you right away!”
“We do?” You yelped, his cool hands prying your thighs apart with ease. “Shouldn't I get a paper gown or... or something?”
“No time! Off! Off!”
He tugged at your pants, and you started to slide forward on the block. But soon enough he'd wrangled them away, leaving you in just a thin layer of underwear that had been long since soaked through. This was evidently not satisfactory, as he made quick work of those, too. You sat completely naked on the foam block, worrying your lip and glancing around.
“There, now let's get a good look! Does this hurt at all little star?” He asked, spreading you apart with two fingers. You shook your head. “Good! That's a great sign! Now... what about this? Any pain?”
You jolted. Sun gently swiped the tip of his pointer finger through your folds then over your clit. He repeated this a few times, staring straight at you expectantly. You felt everything tingle and burn with embarrassment, and wished he'd stop staring at you, especially when he remained so naturally still.
“Well?” He asked, placing just that much more pressure on your clit as he touched it.
You tried not to squirm. “No, ah, that doesn't hurt, doctor.”
Sun replicated a sigh of relief. “But does it make it feel better or worse?”
“Ah, worse, it feels even more funny now,” you answered.
He nodded thoughtfully, then his finger sunk down lower, prodding at you. His fingers were quite skinny and he had no issue sinking the tip of his pointer inside, coating it with slick. He stopped when it got to around the second joint and curled it upwards just-so. He did it a few times, but carefully, so as not to hurt his precious patient.
“And this?”
You pushed forward a little, trying to take in more, but his free hand came around your thigh to hold you still. “I don't think this is helping much, doc,” you said, already out of breath. He had hardly done anything.
He pulled his finger out and it was embarrassingly wet. Sun wiped it on his pants nonchalantly and rolled backwards until he could lean over and pick up his clipboard. He wrote something down silently for a few long seconds, leaving you sitting there, sprawled and aching. You waited quietly.
Finally, he rolled back over and patted your leg. “Good news, there is a cure! And we can administer it right now!” He ripped off the top paper from the clipboard and pressed it to your chest.
You gingerly glanced at the paper. It was covered in scribbles and random, difficult to read chicken scratch. However, at the bottom in big, legible letters was a prescription to get a good night's rest.
“That's all?” You rose your eyebrow, peering over the paper.
Sun had already stood up and was dusting off his hands. “Yep! That's all, you were an A patient! Now, do you know your way to the pharmacist?” He leaned in close, head tilting mischievously.
Ah, you thought, so there really is more. You cracked a smile and snickered, and thankfully Sun didn't actually scold you for breaking character like you assumed he would. How generous of him. “No, actually. How do I get there?”
He straightened his back and held out a hand, helping you up off the block. The cool air on your ass was greatly noticeable and you shivered with the chill. Sun's smile just inched slightly wider.
“This way, quickly now, I'll escort you there myself personally! With how so, so serious this condition is I couldn't bare to know you succumbed to your illness all alone!”
You smirked and followed after him, being led playfully by the hand. Sun took you on a stroll around several foam blocks, never once glancing back at you, before he finally stopped at a longer, rectangular block. He placed gentle pressure on your shoulders and you sat in front of it on your knees.
“Now, where is that lazy pharmacist?” Sun tutted. “I'm sure he'll be along soon! I must get back- I'm the only doctor around for miles, you see. Very important!” He nodded enthusiastically with a wave.
You placed your elbow on the soft block and watched him dart away, his bells jingling into the daycare as he ducked around the jungle gym. After a moment you saw him peek out around the other side. Then, he scrambled towards the security desk where he slapped his hand against the light, bathing the daycare in darkness and switching it over to night mode. In moments stars came out and nightlights turned on, illuminating everything dimly. Still, you didn't actually see “the pharmacist.”
You sighed dramatically and looked forward. “Woe, at this rate I'll never be cured, but I certainly will freeze to death.”
There came raspy, amused laughter from the other side of the squat foam block. Before you could peer forward Moon slithered upwards, having somehow sneaked over and pressed himself flat enough to hide behind it. This guy was a liquid.
“Sorry about that,” he chuckled again, tapping the tips of his fingers together slowly. “I was... receiving details of a new prescription.”
“Mine, I hope,” you joked.
Moon hummed much like Sun, but he was much more languid and smooth in the way he moved and spoke. “Maybe,” he said, eyes sliding over you. “But you look perfectly healthy to me.”
You deadpanned at him until he laughed again and continued. “No fun. Boo. Yes, I have a prescription right here. A good night's rest.”
You nodded and held out your hand, half expecting a blanket and teddy bear, but knew better than that. That wasn't really the point of this game. Instead, Moon placed his hand in yours, careful as a kitten, and ran his claws along the soft part of your inner wrist. It gave you goosebumps.
“You don't look tired,” he commented. “The pharmacist can help with that.”
“Oh? Maybe with a moondrop?” You tried.
Moon's grip tightened and he pulled your arm towards him, laughing. “Moondrop,” he repeated.
He stood taller on his knees and reached over with his other hand, trying to draw you upwards and over the foam block, and all you could do was comply, getting bent over the top. He ran his hand over your back soothingly and tilted your head up.
“That's better, now I can help. Stay,” he commanded, switching to the other side where he had a picturesque view of his patient. “Pretty.”
You propped your head up on a hand and looked back, wiggling your bottom. “That's not very professional. At least the doctor was more professional than that.”
His hands cupped your ass and squeezed, and you could hear his fan picking up already. “I'm not a doctor. But I can wear you out,” he smacked your ass and you yelped in surprise.
“M-Moon!”
He laughed cheekily and rubbed your bottom apologetically, but you knew he wasn't really sorry. He ground the front of his pants against you, and you started to think that he was way more desperate than you were. But it felt good, and you found your head lulling as you lowered it over the edge of the block.
“Tired already?” He asked. “No, not tired enough,” he suddenly rubbed you between your legs, feeling how wet you still were and playing idly with your clit. “Mm, have to cure you fast. Too swollen. Dangerous.”
You heard the shuffle of his pants falling before you could even respond, and then his slick warmth was there between your folds, giving delicious stimulation to your neglected clit. You sighed with some relief. Moon rubbed your ass then grabbed your hips, pulling himself back. The tapered tip sank greedily in where it was meant to be, and you clenched your hands into the smooth surface of the block. You made a pleased noise as you pushed your hips backwards and quickly enveloped him to up the middle.
“Eager to sleep?” Moon teased, thrusting shallowly and running the claw of his thumb along your waist. “What a good patient. Proactive.”
Your soft laughter turned into a groan as his shallow thrusting became bottoming out. His hips slapped flush to your ass, and after a few rapid thrusts he was groaning, too. Moon curled in over you, his claws digging into your flesh as he fucked you over the block. You felt the block slide little by little along the mats beneath, pushed forward by the weight of his “prescription.”
“Moon- ah, we're gonna fall-” you warned.
He growled and wrapped his arms around your middle, picking you up and putting you on the ground, careful to keep himself seated. The plastic quickly warmed under your back as he folded your legs close to your head and kept going with no break in between. Your legs ached but the new angle made you cry out involuntarily, and you smacked a hand over your mouth to muffle it.
Moon didn't relent at all, but thankfully released your legs to lay over you instead, so that you could wrap them around his hips. You moaned against his chassis and heard the slight zipping sound of plastic foam mat being clawed open. His faceplate curled in to press his teeth against the top of your head, and then he snarled ferociously, his static-laced voice box mimicking the breathy sound of pleasure and relief.
You relaxed some as his quick, deep thrusts slowed, and cum oozed out thickly, staining the floor and your thighs. After a few seconds he was able to recompose himself, nuzzling the top of your head affectionately before sitting up.
“Pretty,” he sighed, looking at the slight bulge of your stomach where he still filled you.
“Unprofessional,” you quipped back.
Moon smoothed his hands up and down your legs before slowly allowing himself to pull out, and more sparkly blue goop dribbled out messily. He slid to his belly and spread your folds apart, watching, and you mumbled gross.
“Not done,” he said. “Not tired enough,” and with that he cracked open his jaw and slithered his tongue inside, squishing out even more goop and tasting himself.
You whined at the new intrusion, hips twitching forward. His tongue curled and played, but before long it was slipping out to circle around your throbbing clit, lavishing it with attention. Finally. You bucked upwards against his mouth and he laughed, the sound unimpeded by your cunt on his mouth. It didn't take long at all before your head was swimming and fire was burning throughout every cell of your body, threatening to push you over. You supposed this game of pretend hadn't been so silly, after all.
Moon swirled his tongue one more time and that was it. You whimpered and your legs shook, body pushing hard against his face as light bloomed behind your eyes. When you finally came down, body twitching from the ebbing aftershocks, Moon was watching you, looking pleased and love-struck. You caught your breath and turned your head away, but couldn't hide your exhausted smile.
“The patient is ready to sleep now,” he decided. “Off to bed.” He scooped you up soon after, cradling you close to his warm chest, very much still naked and dribbling whatever was left inside. The hot air felt nice on your skin, though.
You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again he was settling you down in a comfortable pile that had been pre-prepared for after playtime. He wiped you between your legs with something damp, and then you loosely grabbed as his arm as he began to tuck you in.
“...Maybe I'd sleep easier if you stayed with me?” You muttered, fighting back a yawn.
He glanced down at you and grinned wide. “Hm. Unprofessional.”
“Well... I'll allow it. This time.”
In the morning, when the lights came back on automatically, Sun would have a lot to say about Moon ripping up the playmats and not cleaning up after himself. But for now, he was content within Moon, and you nuzzled your head against their warm chest as you fell asleep.