Izzy and Jacob wake up, limbs entwined. After untangling, they climb into the shower together. “Are you ok?” Izzy asks quietly; it's the first time after they fell back asleep.

  Jacob thinks about what happened this morning. Everything he was ever taught is screaming that it was wrong, immoral, gross, sick, and bad. But he thinks about it.

  It was one of the best orgasms of his life. And Cane is very gentle and sweet. ‘Why? Why am I having feelings like this?’ he says with a groan to himself.

  Izzy holds him in the warm water. “You’re not mad?” she asks shyly.

  “No, it was fun, just a lot for me,” he says equally shyly.

  They wash up and get dressed. Izzy throws a pad in her panties, her indiscretion still leaking out of her. ‘Why did he have to buy the crazy thick pads?’ she grumbles.

  The bar is busy, but the Cat always makes time for her “you’re walking funny” Cat comments as he looks over to Jacob, who is unusually quiet.

  She blushes. “Eventful morning.” Her eyes wander around the room. The tables around the edge of the room are filled with lizard people; they are chittering in their own nguage.

  “Spicy” Cat says he follows her eyes. “Don't mind the lizard people; they are having a convention.”

  “What's the theme?” Jacob ughs softly as he pulls himself from his thoughts. “Alien abduction?”

  Cat smiles his very amused smile. “Well, how did you know that?” he grins.

  Jacob gulps, looking at the absurd alienness of the lizard people. Izzy looks instead and is confused when she finds herself fantasizing about being held down on a table on an alien ship. An assortment of strange and erotic medical probes ready to be used on her naked body. She shakes her head, her stomach rumbling.

  “Cat, what's for lunch?” she asks, pushing her thoughts to the present.

  “fish a creme” Cat beams very much like a cat who has caught a fish.

  She frowns, “Fish is gross.”

  Cat grimaces, “How dare you?”

  She smirks, “It's too fishy.”

  Cat deadpans, “It's fish, yes, it's fishy; that's the point of fish.”

  She ughs, “Thanks for the insight, but I still don't like fish. What about something more normal like bacon and eggs or waffles?” she offers.

  “Yeah, fine, bacon, eggs, waffles, sure… humans.“ He grumps and goes back into the kitchen.

  Jacob looks confused and betrayed. “He never even bothered to ask me what I wanted,” he shouts towards the kitchen.

  The chef looks at the Cat with 3 eyes: “Bacon, eggs, waffles. Make it pretty. Add some banana and various jellies,” he tells the multi-limbed monstrosity. It leaps to life, doing 10 things at once while reading a newspaper with 2 other limbs.

  “Hey, make that a double. I forgot about Izzy's pet boyfriend.” The cat ughs softly. The creature shifts on its stool.

  “Look, I don’t know what you want from me. He is a fake, a facade. If he would bother showing his true colors, I would care more,” the cat mutters.

  In less than a minute the meals are done and in his hands. The chef pats the cat on the head.

  “Yeah, yeah, I will be fine.” He waves the hands away.

  He brings it out and sets the food in front of Jacob and Izzy.

  “So I think I am going to medical. I have a question for the doctor,” Izzy says between bites. “Oh crap, I forgot to tell Cane about you wanting a meeting.”

  “Don't worry, Sue took care of that for me.” The Cat smiles softly.

  Jacob sits and eats mostly in silence, having a crisis of identity. Izzy snaps him out of his funk with a kiss to the side of the head. “I am going to go to medical, Jacob. See you ter. Don’t get into trouble.” She squeezes his butt as she leaves.

  “Jacob, I have a job for you,” the cat leans close. “I need you to be on the lookout for strange doors.”

  Izzy rides the elevator down to medical. Nurse Happy has a hollow look in her eyes of someone who is hungover.

  “What do you want?” Nurse Happy says from behind the Plexigs.

  “I would like to see the doctor.” Izzy demands as she is looking around to see where he is.

  “Do you have an appointment?” She looks at her schedule.

  “No,” Izzy says, “it’s just a couple of questions.”

  “He is with someone right now; you can wait here, or I will page you when he is avaible.” Nurse Happy says she is holding her hand above her eyes to protect her from the bright LED lighting.

  Izzy takes a seat on the outer edge of the waiting room. She pulls out her phone and starts making notes about what she wants to ask about.

  She is distracted by a moaning noise. It gets louder and louder. Nurse Happy can't hear it; she is busy nursing her migraine.

  It gets louder, and now she can make out parts of words: “Doctor” and a thud, “Doctor, Doctor,” thud, “ugh, so pregnant,” thud, “fill me,” thud. Izzy blushes brightly. She can't recognize the voice, but the words are familiar. She feels the nagging urge to touch herself mixed with embarrassment for the women having sex in the clinic room.

  After 15 minutes, Scarlet walks out of exam room 2. She is holding her belly. She looks pregnant with twins, or she is smuggling a watermelon under her shirt.

  Scarlet waves at Nurse Happy and climbs in the elevator.

  5 minutes ter the doctor walks out of the exam room and goes into exam room 4; his normal blue color is now light pink instead.

  “Doctor will see you in exam room 4, please.” Nurse Happy says with a fake, forced smile. Meanwhile, in Izzy's head, 'It's totally normal for a patient to have loud sex with their doctor.' Izzy's confidence in him drops.

  Inside the exam room, Izzy gets a closer look at the doctor's new faint pink look. “What can I help you with, Mrs. Adora?” he says.

  She sits down in the chair and pulls out her phone. The doctor looks at her with interest.

  “I suspect I am being affected by tentacle beast toxin,” Izzy says as confidently as she can.

  “Well, with the number of your interactions, it’s possible.” The pink doctor rubs his chin with the back of his pen. It slips inside him. He pulls it out and looks at it like it betrayed him. “Are you showing any symptoms?”

  Izzy hides behind her phone and mumbles, “I am constantly aroused.”

  He makes a few clicks on the screen. “The notes say you have always had a high sex drive.“

  “I guess, but this is different. Also, your notes don't start until after the first time I had an "interaction" with a tentacle beast". She says, her anger fring, “Some days anything sets me off, and it’s becoming hard to think about anything else.”

  The doctor nods his head. “Would you like me to run some bloodwork?” The pink is fading back to blue.

  He extends a hand and touches her skin. “Yes, please,” she says and watches a thin line of her blood travel through him painlessly.

  “Thanks, Doctor,” she says. He gets up and deposits some of the blood into a vial and puts it into a machine, the function of which Izzy has no idea.

  “And now we wait, “the doctor says, putting his feet up. He pulls out his Dirk Stabbard comic and begins reading.

  “Is that it?” she says, confused.

  “Yep, about 15 minutes. Get comfy or come back ter—up to you. For now I am going to bury my face in a good comic and wait.

  Izzy pulls out her phone and loses track of time.

  A loud ding, and a paper is printed out. The doctor looks up and reads the paper.

  “Hmm,” he says, a long, drawn-out sound. “You do have some residual traces of tentacle beast DNA in your bloodstream, not enough to cause permanent damage or mutations.” He nods.

  She feels her heart race. “What do you mean, mutations? Am I going to grow a tail?” She starts breathing hard.

  “We can start you on a cleansing pill as soon as you finish your 6-month contract. I assure you it is totally minor,” he says.

  She breaks in, “Growing a tail is not minor,” she says, doing the chopping motion onto her other open palm.

  “No one said anything about growing a tail.” The blue doctor looks at her confused. “Worst case, you feel more aroused for 6 months, then we clean it out of your blood, and you go back to normal.”

  “Can I get treatment now?” Izzy asks.

  “If we treat it now and you have intercourse with a tentacle beast, it will have to be repeated, and the drugs are tough on your body,” he says. “I am sorry, but for now I advise you not to get treated. You can manage the symptoms with manual stimution.”

  “Let me get this right. You’re prescribing masturbation?” She scoffs, “What about Dr. Blob?”

  “Dr. Blob, I have never heard of him performing sexual favors with anyone,” he says.

  “No, I mean he has some sort of treatment.” She leans forward.

  “No, I don't advise you to get treatment from anyone but me.” He says, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

  “No, doctor,” she says with venom in her words. She gets up and leaves quietly.

  The doctor sighs, “It’s not like I want it like this… The tentacle beasts are not to be messed with,” he tells the empty room.