The Doctor is in
Preface: Testicles. That is all. And no kids around here, this story gets dirty. The Coach Goat series by hooves was the original inspiration for this story but I added my own "style" to it. The zebra and Coach Goat belong to hooves, as do the lacrosse players and the college setting. The dingo, the vixen, and all others belong to me. >>>>>>>>>>>> The Doctor is In >>>>>>>>>>> The zebra's feet clip-clopped sharply off the tile as the dim hospital lighting reflected off the I.D. card clipped to the breast pocket of his white coat. Scanning the clipboard clutched tightly in his firm grip, the doctor ducked as an exit sign approached. His single horn, distinguishing him as a zebracorn, just barely missed the glaring neon orange exit sign. His first day here during a tour from one of the older physicians, the zebra hadn't ducked and almost speared a low hanging sign. Several years later the now veteran doc had almost a sixth sense for ducking, compliments of the knowledge of the location of all low hanging signs in the hospital. "Doctor Bernstein." The zebra halted, his jaws grinding. The sugary voice belonged to the intern Peggy, a vixen working to finish her degree in neurosurgery. Peggy's love of the medical profession meant she worked harder than all the other interns put together. She organized files, grabbed coffee, checked patients, and even once assisted in a minor surgery. The only caveat was her endlessly perky attitude. It was great for the residents of the hospital's East wing, the pediatric ward, but the doc wasn't in the mood right now to deal with the saccharine fox. "Peggy please, just call me Hooves." It was the nickname he had earned because of his large feet. The smooth perfect sheen on them complimented the assertive sound they gave off from the doctor's confident stride. They didn't look out of place though, everything about the zebra was big. His broad shoulders spanned the door to his private office and his regal head sat atop a muscular neck. His thick arms like oaks branches ended in uncannily steady hands, perfect for tense moments in the E.R. The zebracorn's meaty thighs were spread apart and his flat, chiseled ass was facing the wall. Shortly after puberty the zebracorn had realized he needed extra room in his lower wear to cage his trouser snake. Relaxed cut pants fit the bill and allowed his body room to move through all degrees of motion while having space for his balls to hang without being smushed against the front of his clothes for the world to observe. Peggy smiled and nodded. "I reorganized the files for A through K and Mr. Robinson's blood pressure monitor is working again." Hooves clenched his jaw again. He hadn't been sure how long it would take to test the patient's blood pressure machine but he had hoped for almost an hour for the file organization. Peggy was so damn careful in returning removed items though he wasn't surprised she was done in twenty minutes. Massaging his eyes and trying to ignore the fox's inextinguishable smile, for fuck's sake she had been grinning while telling a mother she might miscarry, Hooves tried to come up with something, anything, to get the intern out of his mane. "Peggy, please go to my office and make sure Doctor Halister left the lung fluid and bacteria test sheets for me. Then please go sit at the front desk, tell Krystal she can go catch some shuteye." Peggy nodded again and took off. Hooves yawned and shook his head. Almost midnight, the graveyard shift. He took a look down the hallway, all doors were closed with little cubs and colts and pups and chicks fast asleep. Not much drama in the Pediatric ward after 9 o clock, no wonder Doctor Sheldon enjoyed it. Or maybe it was because the cougar had two PhDs in child medicine and was getting her third this spring. Either way, it was quiet and peacefu- Fuck. Hooves turned around and took off walking a little faster than normal. Frank, the security guard, was making his rounds. The big friendly polar bear's blue suit bulged from his bruin belly like all of his kind but last year when a psychotic patient had a breakdown Frank easily pinned the bull to the floor, holding him in a terrifyingly iron grip. Doctors gave the patient a sedative but Hooves didn't forget the event. It still made his insides quake with desire. To feel the warmth of the bear's plush white fur against his shorter marble pelt. Rubbing that paunch and, fuck, there he went again. Hooves could feel himself hardening, long equine pole pressing against the zipper of his trousers. He sat down quickly to cover it and tried to read his stack of medical reports. Frank passed by whistling softly to himself and damn did he smell good. Flipping the stack of papers closed Hooves rose and made his way down to the last hall under his watch. He wouldn't have been so on edge but he was rather pent up. The zebra's equine lover had left town for business almost 3 weeks ago and between extra shifts to cover three sick docs and writing reviews for the leaving interns Hooves had little to no time to relieve himself. He regularly slept through all the dirty late night movies to recover what energy he could for the long days ahead. He shivered in the chill air, he was used to the lingering cloud of death that pervaded all hospitals but the zebra had never figured out why the fuck they kept the damn place so cold! He almost crushed a little red panda under his feet but stopped shortly. The cub's eyes were wide and bloodshot. He was shaking and bare paw with a thin paper hospital gown. Hooves recognized the cub immediately. Mitch had been brought in earlier by frantic parents who were terrified their angel was dying. The cub had a severe flu and his lungs were clogging with mucous, stopping his breathing. Hooves and Doctor Halister cleaned his chest out and gave him some antibiotics. Four hours later Mitch was breathing fine but they decided to keep him overnight just in case he stopped breathing again. Feverish and delusional the six year old cub was clutching the open door to an empty room. He was whispering something and had dark rings under his eyes. The zebracorn sighed and plucked the little rusted colored fur off the floor. The cub continued to mumble random syllables and wave his small paws. Hooves grasped one gently and checked the tag around his wrist for the signatures signing off when Mitch had been given his pills. Damn, the intern on duty an hour ago didn't give the kid his meds. Sighing heavily the zebra cradled the little fur and carried him back to his room. Mitch's red body was freezing, probably from the damn thermostat and he huddled against the stud for warmth. Hooves kept him clutched next to massive equine chest muscle as he stopped an intern, a big Saluki dog named Orwelle. "Intern!" Orwelle jumped from his seat. "Why the hell didn't you check this kid? He's an hour late for his pills." Poor intern management reflected badly on the doctor on duty and Hooves had yet to lose a patient but he didn't intend to start anytime soon. "I, uh-" "You were starring at Peg's ass, you and every other horny prick working his way through med school" he hissed. Orwelle shrunk under the criticism. He had been pawing off in the bathroom, just staring at the vixen made him harder than the concrete blocks framing the hospital. "Find Doctor Halister, start the first floor patient check, and do it now." The last command came with a rumble. The zebracorn was repressed and the Saluki's warm flanks and smooth cheeks weren't helping. The cub's burbling brought the doc back to the present. He snapped at a dolphin intern and she brought him Mitch's meds. Hooves brought the cub back to his bed and laid him down. He picked up the tight knit hospital blanket and smoothed it over the little fur. "Here" Hooves took the meds and a glass of water from the dolphin and dismissed her "you're doing good son, time for your pills again." Mitch obediently took the red and green capsules and swallowed them, making a face at the sour taste. The zebra grinned "I know, I'm not fond of Pennicillin either but the antibiotics will make the bacteria die out and the antipyretics will help your fever go down." He gave the red panda the water and the cub gulped it down fast. Hooves stood there holding the cub's paw until Mitch fell asleep. Turning off the light Hooves left and closed the door quietly. He was four steps out when he got paged from Peggy. ‘Need you in E.R. patient has foreign body in anus.' Hooves's first thought was ‘Great, a fetishist', but he was vaguely curious as to what foreign body the patient had occupying his ass. * * * 3 hours previously on the nearby college campus * * * The music bounced off the walls of the frat house and a wolf in sweatpants with no shirt was acting as DJ. Furs mingled freely as alcohol flowed like water. A pair of drunk female Dobermans were making out in a broom closet while an excited dragon held a camera, eagerly filming for the internet. A fox and his friend were rolling joints and passing them out to the eager partygoers while a raccoon sat in a corner with a bong and a blank expression to match his crimson eyes. A cluster of equine studs crossed the room searching. Chubs the mule walked next to the big painted stud Darby. The warm conglomeration of musks in the air reminded them of the locker room and Coach Goat's "punishments" for his little mares. The roan horse Cameron was holding the black stallion Jake's hand. His mind drifted back to the weeks prior, the hazing that had got them all into deep shit. Cameron had shoved a Vaseline covered lacrosse ball up his tight little boi hole and, much to his horror, had been unable to remove it. Coach had intervened and fished the offending item and left the roan to the black stallion's lust. Jake was glad to report his roan had become a fine young ass slut. "How ‘bout that one?" Chubs pointed at a dingo holding a Budlite and standing by himself. "Roy?" Cameron recognized the wild dog, the dingo and his man toy had broken up last night outside the roan's dorm room. As much as he loved drama it was 2:30 in the morning and the horse had just wished for them to shut the fuck up so he could sleep. "You said he was a queer Cam." Chubs rubbed his big three fingered hands together and reached into his jacket pocket to touch the hard rubber sphere. Darby's muzzle split into a grin "Annnnd he does want to join the football team. He's gonna have to be a real stud if he wants to compete with those bears and bulls." Jake traced the bottle of Vaseline he had in his jacket pocket. "Well boys if he wants to prove himself a man, let's give him his chance." Roy looked around the room. He was several beers into the evening and his head was starting to go foggy. His chest burned as he guzzled down the drink in his hand. His dragon left him for some bitch, well fuck them both. Roy held onto the side of the couch to steady himself. His reasoning blurred into bizarre patterns and he felt a growing horniness. He swallowed what was left of his beer and dropped the empty bottle onto a nearby table. Monday morning he was trying out for the football, plenty of hard dick there so who needed that drake? The dingo scanned the crowd, a few 5's, some 6's, a lion who was a definite 9. 10 if the big cat wasn't higher than a kite. As he moved passed the couch an intoxicated husky started grinding with the music into Roy's ass. The dingo grinned and rubbed back, he was here to have fun and god damn he was going to enjoy himself. Chubs stopped Darby as the painted horse started to get up. "Too many here man, give it some time. When everyone's smashed we can go for it then." Darby's eyes flashed in the vibrating light from the machines placed around the frat house. "Mmmk, but, I'm gonna need something to do, mare." Chubs shivered with excitement. Cameron smirked at them "Go on and yiff, we'll come get you if anything happens." Without further hesitation Darby grabbed the belt loops on Chubs's jeans and hauled the mule up the stairs to the bed rooms. Jake popped his shoulders as he watched the dingo and the husky groping each other. "They're not going anywhere Cam...." The roan's ears perked up, he easily caught the stallion's implication. Jake wrapped an arm around his mare and led him out of the house into the cool darkness of the evening. They didn't get too far. Cameron got to the hood of Jake's truck when the darker horse slammed him onto the cold metal. One big hand pressed against the upper middle of Cam's head right beneath the skull to pin him to the vehicle. Shivering Cameron licked his lips, Jake was always deliciously rough on his mares. The black stallion slipped a finger down the back of the roan's pants and pulled them and the boxers to his friend's hooves in one flick. He held his throbbing ebony cock in one hand, contemplating. He didn't have a lot of Vaseline and he needed that for the lacrosse ball plan. Jake grinned broadly, there were other lubes he could use. Gripping Cam's mane he forced the mare to his knees before shoving his equine pole into the warm lips of his friend. Cam opened wide and obediently suckled, running his tongue over the flat head and wide cum slit, a bead of clear pre welled up and out as a reward for his efforts. Cam ran his long pink tongue under the shaft, tasting the earlier ruttings from the morning and evening previous, salty cum remnants tantalizing his taste buds. Jake snorted his approval as he placed a heavy hand on the back of his friend's head and fondled the pointed ears gently. He applied increasing pressure and more of his cock forced its way into Cam's mouth and down his throat. The roan's one dangling cock was hard and dripping but Jake held the other horse's hands in his other hand to keep his mare from pleasuring his needy organ. The mare's sensitive nose was pressed to the short crotch fur of his stud as the entire black length slid down his gullet. Slicks of spit and pre mingled across the veiny member as Jake's climax rose, Cam worked fast and furiously. Whipping his meat sharply from the mare's mouth he pulled Cam up and forced him down on the truck hood again. Rubbing the tip of his flat head against the big horse pucker Jake nibbled Cam's ears, "Beg for it slut" he crooned with an underlying force of dominance. "Rut me stud, rut me!" Cameron moaned and ground his cheeks into Jake's waist before giving a submissive whinny. Jake felt his cock jump and a spurt of pre dribbled down the roan's ass crack and over his ready hole. The stallion's knuckles popped as he tightened his grip on Cameron's shoulders and held his mare steady. The black stud stabbed the equine tail hole and inched himself in slowly. Cameron brayed at the sudden opening as he teared up in pleasure. Jake pumped easy then fast then easy, driving his blade to the hilt each time. His hot breath tickled Cameron's neck as the bodies collided with the force of the stallion's thrusts. Jake grit his teeth, Cam had one of the best asses on campus: warm, smooth, and always tight. The roan's stiff flesh stick dangled and drooled a clear jelly down the front of Jake's vehicle. The shining substance reflected the steamy coitus above it as Jake drove his cock as deep as he could into Cam's bowels before breeding his mare. The dark stud's whinny was cut short as he choked it down and jammed Cam's chest against the truck hood. Boiling coils of stud cream painted the roan's bowels as he grunted and felt himself climax from the wave of cum that splattered his prostate. Jake kept rutting as his member deflated until he was too limp to go on and promptly pulled out, leaving a hot trail of juices that started to slide down the muscular inner thighs of the roan. "You're almost as good as Coach, man." Jake laughed quietly at Cameron's joke as the mare pulled his pants up. The sticky feeling of the stallion's seed glistening on his ass cheeks made him giddy and they hurried back inside. Darby slowly descended the stairs, sweating slightly. Chubs followed him walking a little bow legged. They flopped down on the couch as Jake and Cameron started to giggle. "The fuck's up with you? Chub snorted. Jake smiled at Cam "You guys are wearing each other's shirts." The mule and painted stallion looked down at theirs garments quickly, well fuck they were. In the darkness they had just scrambled and must have swapped the clothing accidentally. Cameron cocked his head to the side and spotted Roy wandering to the door of the frat house kitchen. "Bingo, come on guys." The party was still going but the guests were lost in a daze of hard rock and mind altering substances. Darby put his hand behind his back and Chubs passed him the ball and Jake slipped him the Vaseline. Roy stood leaning against the fridge. That cute husky, he hadn't even asked the guys name before the purebred dog passed out under a coffee table. The dingo looked sideways at the hall leading to the other side of the house, sighing. "Roy?" He looked up with ears rising. He sort of recognized the equines, Darby was the big painted. Roy knew he was played sports but couldn't remember which ones. "Heard you want to join the team." "Y-yeah, ssho?" The alcohol was starting to warp the dingo's speaking ability. "There's a slight problem, dude." Roy cocked an eyebrow at him. "What? I-I signed up with paperwork and all that shit." The painted nodded "That's just for the campus, if you really want to join you have to do something else." He pulled the lacrosse ball from his jacket pocket. "We did it, and if you think you've got what it takes to play you'll do it too." Roy watched as the big horse popped open a small tube of some greasy substance and coated the ball. "You want to play with the big dogs, Roy? Here's your chance." Darby passed over the ball and the dingo held it staring at the shiny surface. "And what am I shuposshed to do wif thishh?" Cam stepped up "Drop and ‘em and get it in. We all had to, just imagine it's that husky." Roy's ears shuffled but he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. The four horses held their breath as Roy turned around and raised his tail. "Go on Roy, you're a tail rasier anyway" Chubs grinned and taunted. Darby snickered "Come on doggy, you're a stud, ain't ya?" Roy bit his lip as he pushed the hard ball against his red canine pucker. Jake felt himself hardening as the anal gate opened slowly, gulping more and more inside. Chubs gave the dingo's ass a light slap "Come on stud push harder!" "Fuck, its so big." Darby smiled and leaned against a back counter ‘Doing good, you're almost halfway in. Looks like we may have a new member boys." The painted stallion's encouragement surged hope in the dog's chest. Grunting and sweating he twisted the sphere and wiggled it in. Roy could feel his heart beat shaking his body, he hadn't taken it up the tail in a while and he hadn't been prepped. Gradually the ball squeezed through until the dingo gave it a hard pound and it popped inside with a sticky slurp. The horses stood in silence. Cameron was the only one before who had managed to fit it inside. The dingo's hole had closed back down locking the ball inside. A numb chill desended on them down to their hooves. Then the sirens rang out. * * * Back at the hospital, just after midnight
- * * Hooves walked down the stairs and right on cue Peggy appeared, jovial as ever. "Patient is- "Thanks Peggy." Hooves took the clipboard from her and sent the fox back to the desk. Inside the exam room Roy was shivering on the table. He was still a little intoxicated and was really wishing he hadn't got so drunk at the party. When the cops showed up he fled before they found the drugs and it took a while before he remembered that he had a lacrosse ball shoved up his ass. The dingo didn't want to go to the E.R. but he was starting to panic and had no other option. The nurse on duty had admitted him with a smile and left him in this exam room waiting for "Doctor Bernstein". A huge zebracron entered the room and locked the door. He had on dark trousers and a white lab coat with a lavender dress shirt and tie underneath. "Mr... Roy Romanoff?" The dingo nodded quickly. "According to the nurse you have a foreign body- "There's a fucking ball up my ass!" Roy bit his tongue. He hadn't meant to yell but he was frantic. "Ok then. Please remove your pants and undergarments and climb onto the table on all fours." Roy stripped off his jeans and boxers. His sheath shrank in the cold air and he clammered onto the examination table. The cold paper covered metal made him shiver more. Hooves tried to ignore the growing bulge at his waist. The dingo was in a very submissive postion and the zebra quickly dug through the cabinets until he found the medical lube. Scrubbing his hands thoroughly he turned back to the wild dog. First rule, always keep the patient calm. Hooves noticed a tattoo of a rainbow ribbon on the dingo's left hip. "Interesting ink, when did you get it?" "Two months ago, my boyfrie- EXboyfriend and I got them. He left me for some bitch he banged when he was high though." The dog's ears drooped. Roy didn't know why he was spilling his heart to some random doc but the booze was numbing his brain. Hooves dried his hands and slipped on some gloves with a snap. He dribbled a squirt of lube onto his fingers and rubbed it into the dingo's tail hole. Roy moaned slowly and Hooves tried not to become aroused. "Just relax son, its ok." Hooves pushed an exploratory finger inside and warm dog guts greeted him. He held the dingo's pucker open with one hand while he slipped the other in. Roy whined and his ears flattened against his head. The zebra's wandering hand was touching all the right places and he barked when Hooves pressed the dingo's prostate a little harder then intended. Roy's cock started to swell, pink tip appearing from his creamy white sheath. The doc grinned lewdly to himself. "It happens sometimes son, it's only natural, hold on I'll have this out in a minute." Hooves twisted his hand and pressed the dingo's love knot again. Roy whined as his thickening member shook and a sparkling drop of pre glistened in the air before falling to the table. The zebra licked his lips, this was better than any fucking dirty movie. "P-please..." The equine ears perked up. "P-please... I-I, fuck me..." Roy was panting and the last of his reasoning and mental stability crumbled. He didn't care about the lacrosse ball anymore as long as his ass was pounded. "Hold still, I may need to perform a more thorough probing." Roy yipped and his tail started wagging like a whip. Hooves ran a hand up and down the warm thighs, squeezing them before giving them a soft slap. He pulled his hands out of the dog's ass and whipped off the gloves. The lacrosse ball, palmed and removed immediately after Hooves had pushed his whole hand into the dog, was sitting in the metal removed object bucket. Climbing onto the table Hooves unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his knees. He turned the dingo over and lifted his torso. Cradling the dog's head the zebra slowly fed his cock into waiting muzzle. Noisely, the rooms were almost completely sound-proof thank god, Roy started sucking. Being drunk his form was off but he still managed to drool over the hot zebra prick in his lips. The mottled black and white organ pulsed in his grasp. Hooves whinnied his approval and scratched the dog's ears. Roy smiled, the zebra was leaking pre like a faucet and the tangy fluid sent strange pangs through the dog's jaws. Hooves sighed and pushed the dingo down harder, inching the hard member down Roy's hungry gullet. The dingo's tail struck the table with a hard loud slap as he started wagging. The zebracorn rubbed the soft canine ears as the lewd sucking sound reflected off the walls and shiny streams of saliva and pre ran down Roy's chin. Gripping the dingo's shoulder Hooves pulled himself out of the dog's mouth and flipped Roy over. Roy whimpered and wiggled his ears smiling up at the doc. Hooves spread the fluffy canine cheeks and pulled the dog's haunches up into an easier position. His fat zebra prick flopped down onto the soft pelt leaving a long smear or pre. "Relax, I'm a doctor." Roughly Hooves slammed his length into the tight hole, getting halfway in one thrust. Roy gave a loud yelping bark. The zebra pulled out a few inches before pushing deeper. The originally cool surgical lube was hot and sticky now from the dog's body. Hooves closed his eyes and tried to go slower, savoring the refreshing tightness of the dog. Large zebra balls, more blue than black now, slapped against the light colored dingo ones as the doctor probed his patient hard, drawing out steady yips from Roy. Hooves bucked with an even rhythm lest he break the dogs hips or bring himself to climax earlier than he desired. The cold air turned a few degrees warmer with the panting and grunts of the furs having intercourse. The doctor's big hands clenched on the dingo's shoulders. Damnit not yet, Hooves tried to slow his breathing as his huge orbs drew up to his body. "Fucking hell" the zebra moaned softly as the thick marbled thighs quivered with unbridled lust. Hooves took a gulp of air and drove his organ deep one more time, bashing the dingo's love gland and setting Roy off. The dog's tail was wagging full steam as he howled into his orgasm, sticky ropes of jellied sperm splattering over the table's surface and onto the floor. The zebra doctor gave an exclamation that was a combination snort and yell as hot white frothy stud milk erupted from his sticky meat, sloshing around in the dog's bowels. He kept pumping in and out as he came causing his seed to slop down Roy's cheeks and taint and over his low hanging doggie balls. Roy collapsed panting onto the dry corner of the table as Hooves stepped off and pulled his pants up. Feeling infinitely better the zebracorn zipped himself up before getting some damp towels and blotting the viscous mess from the dog's fur as best he could. Hooves swabbed the cum from the floor and table before dropping the towels into the garbage receptacle. Whistling softly to himself he left the dog sleeping like a baby, instructing Peggy as he left to let the drunk fur sleep it off. The doctor was heading back to his office when he got paged by Frank. ‘Serious problem Doctor, please come see me ASAP.' Frowning slightly Hooves clip-clopped down to the polar bear's office, a wide room filled with T.V. monitors to view the security film tapes. The bear was sitting in his cushioned chair, waiting. "Doc, there's been a security breach. Thought you should see." Hooves looked up at the monitor Frank was pointing at as the bear replayed a tape. It was the exam room with the dingo. The zebra watched himself probe and finger the dog before anally fucking the hell out of the smaller fur. His throat went dry. "Well that seems to me to be a serious medical miscalculation." Frank grinned. "But maybe if you do something for me we can forget about it." Hooves's muzzle broke into a wide grin as he heard the faint metallic crinkle of the bear's fly as it was unzipped. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Before I forget, the phrase "hot white frothy stud milk" is a direct quote from one of hooves's stories. Its from the second Coach Goat story. For some reason this sotry felt much more serious than hooves's work, his yiff scenes seem light and easy. Mine just feel dark and forced. Oh well different styles.