Summary: Archanis & Abyss meet for the first time, and Archanis offers the bounty hunter a hefty sum to study her.
Featuring: Pre-Vore, Willing, Laboratory, Maw Play, Licking, Shrunken Man, Giant Woman
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“Ah, the great Abyss. Finally, we meet.” Archanis smiled down at the bounty hunter. “I’m sure my reputation precedes me, no?”

Abyss nodded, letting out a sigh and leaning back in the café booth. “You’re the mad scientist sergal, aren’t you?”

“Correct—ah, I’m so glad you know me!” Archanis exclaimed.

“Yep,” Abyss replied. The humanoid scratched her head, frowning, and then started eating her breakfast. “So, is there a reason you’ve come up to me during my break? I wanted to enjoy ‘the galaxy’s greatest pancakes’ in peace. . .”

“Well, I have a proposition for you,” the sergal explained, watching Abyss eat her food. “I’ve never seen a creature just like you before, and I would just /love/ the opportunity to study you, if you have the time.”

Abyss thought for a minute. “Depends,” she replied. “What’s in it for me?”

“Don’t worry,” Archanis purred. “I know that bounty hunters like you love to make good money. And I will pay you very, /very/ handsomely. How does this amount sound?”

He leaned across the table and whispered a number into Abyss’s ear. Her eyes went wide, and she nodded, stuffing the last bite of pancakes into her mouth. “I’ll take that deal!” she exclaimed.

The mad scientist smiled. “Excellent.

“Now, come with me. . .”

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Abyss followed Archanis to his ship, and as she walked on board, she saw that it was just as the rumors had described. Various rooms of tables and scientific equipment were along the hallway, and at the end of it was a larger space with many more similar items. The place really was a floating laboratory, a hotbed for experiments and creations, no doubt. And now, the sergal wanted to make her his subject of study. . .

“Lie down on that table,” the mad scientist told her, “and make sure you’re lying with your stomach facing down.”

Abyss nodded, and did as he instructed—the sergal was paying quite handsomely, after all, and she had no reason to assume he had bad intentions. Once she was on the table, Archanis rolled what appeared to be a tiny staircase over, and propped it across from her chin. “Good girl. Now, open wide and stick out your tongue,” he ordered, and she did.

The sergal smiled, and picked up a syringe of bright blue liquid. Then, he jabbed it into his arm, and when he took it out, he let out a loud cackle, took a small item out of his lab coat pocket, and exclaimed, “Let’s get this started!”

Before Abyss’s eyes, Archanis immediately shrunk down—in a matter of seconds, he became only a few inches tall! He put the item from his pocket on; Abyss saw that it was a belt and loincloth combination, and the former item was lined with various objects. The sergal ran up the tiny staircase, and when he reached the top, he dived into the bounty hunter’s mouth.

Abyss cried out in surprise as Archanis landed on her tongue, feeling the sole of his feet bounce on the squishy appendage in her mouth. Then his entire body plopped down on the organ, and she felt his legs and arms spreading on top of it. She wanted to ask what exactly he was doing, but she couldn’t exactly speak at the moment. . .

“Ah, excellent,” Archanis purred, measuring the large tongue with a big smile on his face. He used a scalpel on his belt to take a small sample of the pink, squishy organ, such a tiny amount that Abyss didn’t even notice. He slipped it into a glass bottle on the belt and then stood up, grinning as he pondered what he should do next. It wasn’t every day he got to study a creature like Abyss—and he was going to take advantage of it.

“I’ve done my measurements of your tongue,” he called out to the bounty hunter. “Now, I need you to give me a good, strong lick!”

“Are you sure?” Abyss asked—well, /tried/ to ask. With her mouth full, the words didn’t come out quite right.

“I don’t know what you said, but if you’re /uncertain/, know that I /am/ certain of what I’m asking of you,” the sergal assured her. “Now, go on! Lick me!”

The bounty hunter hesitated. Then, she remembered the large amount of cash she was going to make from this, and did as he said.

Archanis cried out in delight as the tongue started to move, twitching as it began to lift up. Then, it quickly slammed him against the inside of Abyss’s cheek, and washed over him with a /slllllllllurp!/ He couldn’t help but let out a happy moan (thankfully, Abyss didn’t hear it) as the appendage pressed hard against him, matting his fur and drenching him with spit. He took a beaker from the belt and scooped up some of the liquid right from the tongue, closing it with a smile. That would be very interesting to study later.

“Alright!” Archanis cried. “That’s enough now!”

Abyss stopped, and the sergal returned to the center of her mouth, landing on her tongue. He smiled, wondering what he could have her do next. Perhaps he could give an analysis of the back of her mouth, looking over the throat and uvula? Or he could have the bounty hunter swallow him, so he could study her stomach?

Regardless of what he chose, Archanis couldn’t wait to continue studying his subject.