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[Soul Eater] "Playing Doctor" (R)
Author's Note: Written for Stein x Blair: Stein seems intrigued by the idea and opportunity to study (and probably dissect) a 'Magical Animal', while Blair, being Blair, is more interested in a -different- kind of playing doctor. Also written for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fic_promptly's any, any, a most delightful specimen.
Stein was not sure what to make of the fact that Maka Albarn had brought home what had been thought to be a Witch: the cat girl was certainly gifted in magic, but thankfully, not a Witch, not likely to cause any trouble. Unless one counted the way she came on to anything that fell under the heading 'male', by design or decision. That was everyone's least worry, and certainly of no concern or interest to Stein.
A magical animal. Those creatures were rare and increasingly so, given how little stock that the majority of people in the mortal world put in magic these days. A specimen like this would prove a delight and a challenge to examine and study at any worthwhile length, but a challenge he would take up gladly. He could not let the opportunity to study one of Blair's kind slip by him, in the event that they turned extinct. Or Blair annoyed the wrong number of people and got herself killed nine times.
He had to think of a pretense to get her into his laboratory: usually he did not mingle with his students or meddle in their private affairs or domestic arrangements, as it was hardly proper. But Blair had no enrollment in the DWMA, and so she hardly qualified as a student. Perhaps he could send a summons to her, requesting that she come to his laboratory for a proper examination. Who knew what kind of transmittable zoonotic diseases she might have, or what kind of deep seated health conditions she might no about? Did magical animals even think to go to a doctor for a check up? She wanted to live like a human, well, let her think that she had the chance to go through the twiddly little rituals of human life, including the less than convenient ones.
* * * * *
Blair did not expect the letter from Doctor Stein: he certainly looked handsome, if you could overlook all those zig zaggy scars and that big, weird bolt through his head (what did he need that one for, any way? she wondered. Did all doctors wear a bolt like that). Well, maybe she could do something to make going to see the doctor a little more fun. She turned her usual purple black halter top and micro skirt and pointed hat into a sexy nurse's outfit and sashayed off to the doctor's strange, stitchy laboratory (he sure liked his zig zaggy stitches).
* * * *
Stein heard Blair's knock on his door, a good ten minutes before their scheduled appointment. He wheeled his chair into the entryway, lifting the latch and wheeling back out of the way.
Hardly did he have the door open, when a bundle of white with slender, graceful arms and legs hopped up into his lap.
"Meow, helloooooo, doctor," Blair purred, draping her long arms around his neck, pushing her mammaries (neither too big, nor too small: perhaps she combined a cat's multiple teats to form each breast?) into his face. He leaned back a bit, just to be able to breathe (not for *that* reason, but simply so that she did not smother him). "Are you in need of some *special treatment*? I'm here to assist you."
"Hello, Blair, you're right on time," Stein replied. "Now if you would kindly get off my lap, I'll show you into the surgery and we can get started on the examination."
"Aw, why can't you just wheel in there with me sitting here, nice and safe on your lap, hmmmm?" she purred, running one purple black lacquered fingernail under his chin and tracing the scar across his face.
"It would be much easier if you got up first," he said. "Having you on my lap makes it a little... difficult to move." And having her on his lap, while it did not arouse him, felt awkward. What kishin had made her mad and inspired her to put on an outfit like that? Spirit must have put her up to it, or told her that nurses always dressed like that.
"Hmmrf, and here I just wanted to make a good first impression on you," she said, pouting and uncurling herself from his lap. But not without brushing one of her bare knees against the fly of his trousers.
He got up from his chair and escorted her into the surgery: he had the dissection tools ready and waiting under a sterile drape on one table, while the surgical slab awaited her. "If you'll just sit down on that large table, I'm going to suit up for the examination," he said, reaching for a clean surgical gown in a nearby bin.
"Ooh, are you going to peel for me? You've got a *very* nice figure: I've seen you working out, in the desert," Blair said, bouncing up onto the surgical slab and crossing her legs.
"Oh, I'm afraid that I'll have to deny you that pleasure," he said, slipping on the plain green gown. "But it would help me if you stripped out of that outfit you're wearing."
"Oooh, now you're talking, Doctor," she crooned. "Pum Pumpkin and off it goes." And with a wiggle of her fingers, the minute outfit disappeared, leaving Blair ready for the procedure
This was going better than Blair had at first expected, after he had asked her to get off him. Maybe he preferred being on top? He was the chief doctor at the school, so probably he was used to giving the orders. The nurses must feel so lucky to have him looking after them and attending to their needs. But how were they to have any fun when he put that ugly gown on?
No matter, she would find away around -- or through -- that barrier. "Now, if you'll lie back on the table, we can get started," Doctor Stein said, taking the white sheet off a nearby table. On which he had laid out a whole lot of knives and saws and things with blades of all sizes.
"Rrrrrr, what are *those* for?!" she snarled, ears going back and gathering herself.
He had pulled on a pair of gloves and hung a surgical mask around his neck, which he had started to pull up over his face. "Oh, those are for the procedure," he replied, cool and calm and as easy as if he did this all the time. Well, she would show him what she was made of.
Blair had turned onto her side, arms and legs gathered as if she might jump him, and those ears peeping out of her long purple-black hair laid back: that could only mean she had functional ear muscles and more importanly, she had gone on the defensive.
"Blair, please lay back down, you're only making this difficult," he said, trying to reason with her.
"Rrrr, I don't think so, Doctor: what kind of way to play doctor is this?" she demanded.
"I thought you knew what I had in mind," he said.
"You're creepier than I thought: you had me thinking we were gonna have some fun on this table," she whined, but her ears did not fold back.
"Well, I suppose this is my idea of having fun: I'm a medical researcher and an anatomist: my passion is learning about creatures and how they're put together."
"So you're going to take me apart? Rrrrr, I can't let you do that," Blair snarled, lifting her hands. Stein tried to take her by the arm, but her free hand whapped out, batting at his nose. At least she did not try to use magic: he would have to reply in kind, and he did not want to damage the subject.
He tried instead to take her by the ankle, raising one of the restraints, and intending to clamp her leg down. She yowled again and whapped him in the face again, sending his glasses flying. She seemed a lot harder to pin down. "Please, Blair, don't struggle: you're making this much harder than it should be," he said, his patience starting to fray.
Oooh, he was a pervert, who liked sharp things, and binding a lady down, she thought. The least he could do was let her have her fun with him in *her* way, before she would agree to do things his way. He managed to clamp one of her legs down, but she yanked the other leg away. He narrowed his green eyes at her: she could not decide if he looked cute when she annoyed him, or the fact that she had managed to annoy him was cute.
"If you would let me get friendly with you the way a gentleman is supposed to get friendly with a lady, I might think about doing it *your* way," she said.
"You're here now, just let me finish the procedure: the sooner you stop fighting, the sooner I can start, and the sooner that I start, the sooner I can finish," he said, grumpy now.
"We're not going to start *anything*: I'm going to have some fun here *my* way," she snarled, her hand whipping out again, claws out this time, and she snagged his surgical gown and the shirt under it, ripping both open and baring his chest. Oooh, he had the most scrummy-looking muscles under there. That made him jump out of her way.
"Don't make you subdue you," he snarled, raising one hand: a greenish glow crackling with lightning started to gather about that hand.
"Oh, I've got a few tricks of my own," she taunted, wriggling free of the restraints and then pointing at the table of knifes. "Pum Pum Pumpkin and transform!"
The surgical instruments transformed into a pile of scarves and other delicate little things. Stein stared at the table, the green static about his hand dimming. "What... did you just do?"
"You can have them back, but you have to treat me like a lady first," she said, hopping off the table and sashaying up to him. "You want your shiny little tools back, don't you, Doctor?" she asked, draping her arms about him and pressing her breasts to his naked chest.
He did not even twitch under her touch, just glared down at her. "You do realize that treating a woman -- or a female, since you're a cat -- like a lady used to mean not engaging in certain intimate acts, do you?"
"Hrrrmf!! You're no fun at all, Doctor," she snipped, letting him go and hopping off the table and stalking away. She would have to try a different tactic next time, and there would be a next time, if she had any say in the matter. Only she would have to get him onto her turf.
fic_promptly's any, any, a most delightful specimen.Stein was not sure what to make of the fact that Maka Albarn had brought home what had been thought to be a Witch: the cat girl was certainly gifted in magic, but thankfully, not a Witch, not likely to cause any trouble. Unless one counted the way she came on to anything that fell under the heading 'male', by design or decision. That was everyone's least worry, and certainly of no concern or interest to Stein.
A magical animal. Those creatures were rare and increasingly so, given how little stock that the majority of people in the mortal world put in magic these days. A specimen like this would prove a delight and a challenge to examine and study at any worthwhile length, but a challenge he would take up gladly. He could not let the opportunity to study one of Blair's kind slip by him, in the event that they turned extinct. Or Blair annoyed the wrong number of people and got herself killed nine times.
He had to think of a pretense to get her into his laboratory: usually he did not mingle with his students or meddle in their private affairs or domestic arrangements, as it was hardly proper. But Blair had no enrollment in the DWMA, and so she hardly qualified as a student. Perhaps he could send a summons to her, requesting that she come to his laboratory for a proper examination. Who knew what kind of transmittable zoonotic diseases she might have, or what kind of deep seated health conditions she might no about? Did magical animals even think to go to a doctor for a check up? She wanted to live like a human, well, let her think that she had the chance to go through the twiddly little rituals of human life, including the less than convenient ones.
* * * * *
Blair did not expect the letter from Doctor Stein: he certainly looked handsome, if you could overlook all those zig zaggy scars and that big, weird bolt through his head (what did he need that one for, any way? she wondered. Did all doctors wear a bolt like that). Well, maybe she could do something to make going to see the doctor a little more fun. She turned her usual purple black halter top and micro skirt and pointed hat into a sexy nurse's outfit and sashayed off to the doctor's strange, stitchy laboratory (he sure liked his zig zaggy stitches).
* * * *
Stein heard Blair's knock on his door, a good ten minutes before their scheduled appointment. He wheeled his chair into the entryway, lifting the latch and wheeling back out of the way.
Hardly did he have the door open, when a bundle of white with slender, graceful arms and legs hopped up into his lap.
"Meow, helloooooo, doctor," Blair purred, draping her long arms around his neck, pushing her mammaries (neither too big, nor too small: perhaps she combined a cat's multiple teats to form each breast?) into his face. He leaned back a bit, just to be able to breathe (not for *that* reason, but simply so that she did not smother him). "Are you in need of some *special treatment*? I'm here to assist you."
"Hello, Blair, you're right on time," Stein replied. "Now if you would kindly get off my lap, I'll show you into the surgery and we can get started on the examination."
"Aw, why can't you just wheel in there with me sitting here, nice and safe on your lap, hmmmm?" she purred, running one purple black lacquered fingernail under his chin and tracing the scar across his face.
"It would be much easier if you got up first," he said. "Having you on my lap makes it a little... difficult to move." And having her on his lap, while it did not arouse him, felt awkward. What kishin had made her mad and inspired her to put on an outfit like that? Spirit must have put her up to it, or told her that nurses always dressed like that.
"Hmmrf, and here I just wanted to make a good first impression on you," she said, pouting and uncurling herself from his lap. But not without brushing one of her bare knees against the fly of his trousers.
He got up from his chair and escorted her into the surgery: he had the dissection tools ready and waiting under a sterile drape on one table, while the surgical slab awaited her. "If you'll just sit down on that large table, I'm going to suit up for the examination," he said, reaching for a clean surgical gown in a nearby bin.
"Ooh, are you going to peel for me? You've got a *very* nice figure: I've seen you working out, in the desert," Blair said, bouncing up onto the surgical slab and crossing her legs.
"Oh, I'm afraid that I'll have to deny you that pleasure," he said, slipping on the plain green gown. "But it would help me if you stripped out of that outfit you're wearing."
"Oooh, now you're talking, Doctor," she crooned. "Pum Pumpkin and off it goes." And with a wiggle of her fingers, the minute outfit disappeared, leaving Blair ready for the procedure
This was going better than Blair had at first expected, after he had asked her to get off him. Maybe he preferred being on top? He was the chief doctor at the school, so probably he was used to giving the orders. The nurses must feel so lucky to have him looking after them and attending to their needs. But how were they to have any fun when he put that ugly gown on?
No matter, she would find away around -- or through -- that barrier. "Now, if you'll lie back on the table, we can get started," Doctor Stein said, taking the white sheet off a nearby table. On which he had laid out a whole lot of knives and saws and things with blades of all sizes.
"Rrrrrr, what are *those* for?!" she snarled, ears going back and gathering herself.
He had pulled on a pair of gloves and hung a surgical mask around his neck, which he had started to pull up over his face. "Oh, those are for the procedure," he replied, cool and calm and as easy as if he did this all the time. Well, she would show him what she was made of.
Blair had turned onto her side, arms and legs gathered as if she might jump him, and those ears peeping out of her long purple-black hair laid back: that could only mean she had functional ear muscles and more importanly, she had gone on the defensive.
"Blair, please lay back down, you're only making this difficult," he said, trying to reason with her.
"Rrrr, I don't think so, Doctor: what kind of way to play doctor is this?" she demanded.
"I thought you knew what I had in mind," he said.
"You're creepier than I thought: you had me thinking we were gonna have some fun on this table," she whined, but her ears did not fold back.
"Well, I suppose this is my idea of having fun: I'm a medical researcher and an anatomist: my passion is learning about creatures and how they're put together."
"So you're going to take me apart? Rrrrr, I can't let you do that," Blair snarled, lifting her hands. Stein tried to take her by the arm, but her free hand whapped out, batting at his nose. At least she did not try to use magic: he would have to reply in kind, and he did not want to damage the subject.
He tried instead to take her by the ankle, raising one of the restraints, and intending to clamp her leg down. She yowled again and whapped him in the face again, sending his glasses flying. She seemed a lot harder to pin down. "Please, Blair, don't struggle: you're making this much harder than it should be," he said, his patience starting to fray.
Oooh, he was a pervert, who liked sharp things, and binding a lady down, she thought. The least he could do was let her have her fun with him in *her* way, before she would agree to do things his way. He managed to clamp one of her legs down, but she yanked the other leg away. He narrowed his green eyes at her: she could not decide if he looked cute when she annoyed him, or the fact that she had managed to annoy him was cute.
"If you would let me get friendly with you the way a gentleman is supposed to get friendly with a lady, I might think about doing it *your* way," she said.
"You're here now, just let me finish the procedure: the sooner you stop fighting, the sooner I can start, and the sooner that I start, the sooner I can finish," he said, grumpy now.
"We're not going to start *anything*: I'm going to have some fun here *my* way," she snarled, her hand whipping out again, claws out this time, and she snagged his surgical gown and the shirt under it, ripping both open and baring his chest. Oooh, he had the most scrummy-looking muscles under there. That made him jump out of her way.
"Don't make you subdue you," he snarled, raising one hand: a greenish glow crackling with lightning started to gather about that hand.
"Oh, I've got a few tricks of my own," she taunted, wriggling free of the restraints and then pointing at the table of knifes. "Pum Pum Pumpkin and transform!"
The surgical instruments transformed into a pile of scarves and other delicate little things. Stein stared at the table, the green static about his hand dimming. "What... did you just do?"
"You can have them back, but you have to treat me like a lady first," she said, hopping off the table and sashaying up to him. "You want your shiny little tools back, don't you, Doctor?" she asked, draping her arms about him and pressing her breasts to his naked chest.
He did not even twitch under her touch, just glared down at her. "You do realize that treating a woman -- or a female, since you're a cat -- like a lady used to mean not engaging in certain intimate acts, do you?"
"Hrrrmf!! You're no fun at all, Doctor," she snipped, letting him go and hopping off the table and stalking away. She would have to try a different tactic next time, and there would be a next time, if she had any say in the matter. Only she would have to get him onto her turf.