Doctor Visit
Doctor Visit
By Darkened
Edgar sat in the generic green upholstered less-than-ergonomic chair, his feet barely reaching the floor. He looked down at his black trousers, pulling at his brown pull-over shirt with the argyle collar. He looked up, and around, his big blue eyes following the lines and some of the people in the waiting room. His mother was sitting next to him, going over a magazine; probably reading about tanning beds in Glamour, rolling her eyes, but secretly wanting to know. She flipped a page, hmmming. Edgar leaned forward to look at the front of the magazine when she said without losing a beat, "Don't fall out of your chair honey."
About a moment later, the door to the waiting room opened, and the doctor himself peeked his head into the waiting room. "Edgar?" He asked, himself clad in a long white lab coat with a black and gold stethoscope, and an ID badge pinned to his uniform. His own professional slacks made a slight zipping sound when he walked.
Edgar swiveled his head and smiled when he saw the doctor. He always liked adult lions, he thought the manes were cool. He raised his hand instinctively, from so much school, "I'm here!"
He hopped down from his chair and was about to hop away when his Mom grabbed his collar and whispered into his ear, "I know I don't need to tell you this, but you be a good boy Edgar and do what he says. He might give you a lollipop at the end." Edgar nodded his head, and then scurried over to the doctor and looked up smiling.
"Now... come with me little one," the doctor smiled politely as he let the young wunk into the back area. They passed what seemed like countless doors as they walked, his tuff-capped tail swaying back and forth as if to tease the boy, its fur sun-baked and dry looking. "So, just an exam today?" He asked simply, navigating the maze of halls and doors with expertise.
Edgar watched the tuft at the end of the lions tail a little mesmerized, but walked quickly as his legs were shorter. He almost missed the question, with all the doors whizzing past taking up his senses, and people walking by, but his brain registered it eventually and replied, "Yeah, something like that. I don't know, but I know I have to do it before I'm allowed on the junior pickle ball team."
"Ah, a full one then!" The doctor noted with a smile. Eventually, he decided on a room and flipped a little flag on the door before entering. He turned on the lights, "Can you take off your shoes and sit on the table for me?" He asked warmly as he started to survey a paper on his clipboard.
Edgar bent down to untie his shoes, his white stripe showing atop his head and running down through his tail. His big ears stuck out in an almost cartoonish fashion. He pulled off his shoes deliberately, unable to just kick them. He liked them snug that way. Then he climbed up onto the examination table using the extra step and turned around to sit facing the doctor. His usual smile fell as he looked around the room with wide eyes, noticing the hazardous disposal on the wall, the sink, an anatomical chart, and the canisters containing all the cotton and tongue depressors.
The doctor nodded simply as he made a few last notes on the clipboard. "So... Edgar, how old are you?" He asked as he stepped forward, gently lifting up the young wunk's chin to peer into his eyes with his own aged brown ones. He surveyed for any stress or signs of injuries. "Been sick at at all lately? Hurt recently?"
"Uhhh, I'm eight, but I'll be nine soon!" Edgar replied enthusiastically, not moving his face as the doctor examined him looking straight into the lion's eyes. "And, um, no, no injuries that I know of, and I was sick like, two months ago and I got out of school for a week!"
"What with, if I may ask?" The doctor inquired, gently starting to feel over his neck and muzzle, mind carefully analyzing what he felt with his strong, veteran hands.
"Uhh," Edgar looked down at the doctor's hands. The hair on the back of his neck started to raise on end. He got a warm sensation all over as the doctor's hands brushed around his neck fur and muzzle gently. It was always different somehow when the doctor touched him, and Edgar couldn't help subconsciously noticing the strong hands. They reminded them of his fathers large, strong, black hands. He snapped back to reality, "I think it was the flu. I had the shakes, and I yarked."
"Ah..." the doctor smiled warmly as he brushed his thumbs over the boy's cheeks before rubbing under the muzzle one last time. "You feel like you are recovered well.. now, can you take off your shirt for me?" The doctor added, taking a step back to give him some room.
"Uh-huh," the young wunk said eagerly. He raised his arms and grabbed the parts of his shirt required, pulling it over his head. This revealed his grey chest. The rest of his body was black except for the white circles around his eyes, and the grey on his muzzle and hands. He put the shirt next to him, and looked up at the doctor with eager eyes and a hunched back from the exposure to the colder air.
The doctor resumed his gentle examination, first softly feeling over his back, placing his palm fully on his shoulder. He gently rotated first his left shoulder, moving down to his left elbow. He then flexed that back and forth, carefully wiggling it to make sure everything was still in working order, and that he wasn't experiencing discomfort. He even moved down to hold his small paw, rubbing it gently in his hand before flexing each digit to make sure none was impaired, before moving over to the next arm.
Edgar took a deep breath in, relaxing but also excited from all the touching of his arm. "Going to the doctor sure is fun," he thought to himself. He felt very at ease with the doctor the more the lion examined him, smiling a bit when he got to his paw, "Well, you saw my paws work before!" he joked.
The doctor knew some of this was unnecessary, but this little wunk was such a joy to work with. He had always had a soft spot for working with young children, particularly boys, and would never do anything to hurt them. He remembered his own childhood fondly, growing up in New York. He chuckled softly. "I just want to make sure they work fully well, you are going into sports after all," he noted, finishing up playing with his paw before returning back, feeling over his shoulder blades. Then then ran his fingers down over the wunk's spine, making sure it was straight. His paws ran over the striped tail, squeezing gently along its length.
Edgar laughed a bit, and squirmed as the doctor squeezed through his tail. Oh, was he slouching? He straightened up his back, so that the doctor could reach his tail more easily and smartly interjected, "My teacher's always say, don't slouch!"
The doctor calmly replied, "Slouching isn't so bad, you just need to know when and where you should or should not slouch." He joked playfully, knowing well that kids need to be kids and get that sort of stuff out of their system while they still can. He flexed his tail gently behind him in response to the enjoyment he was getting out of this, while at the same time he flexed the wunk tail slightly. He returned his hands to feel softly over his side, squeezing slightly before feeling over the ribs. He remarked clinically, "Any of this hurt?"
Edgar made a face of mild surprise, "Oh, am I supposed to tell you that? Oh, it hurts all over!" He smiled for a second, and then before the doctor even had time to react he blurted, "Haha, got'cha!" Being eight didn't exactly help his comedic timing. He smiled, "No, none of it hurts. It kinda feels good."
"Silly boy..." the lion doctor smiled as he tenderly placed his stethoscope on the boy's back. "Breathe in..." He asked. "And out... nice and slow. In... and out..." He did this a few times on his back before moving over to do the same on his front. Edgar took the best deep breaths he could through his muzzle, even exaggerating it a bit so the doctor can hear stuff.
"Good... very, very good..." The doctor smiled politely, tracing his down his chest softly, before looking into his eyes. There was just something about this boy, something that was bringing up a stirring within him. He had never really felt this way before about a kid. It was as if there was something else going on, something within him that was gaining more control.
"Just need to feel over your chest a moment..." He mentioned, carefully brushing through the wunk's chest fur, actually examining and tracing each nipple with the tip of his index finger. Wait, what was he doing? Upon the touch of his nipple Edgar's eyes jerked a bit, as that was definitely a different sensation. However, it was short lived and he resumed his normal random thought process of an eight year old.
"Now, lay down on the table please, I have to listen to your tummy."
"My tummy?" Edgar raised an eyebrow, just like his brother would do.
"Yep," the doctor nodded and then pressed his stethoscope on to his belly, pressing on a few points to ensure everything was normal underneath. While he listened to the internal gurglings he suddenly realized his right hand was very slightly sliding over the wunk's pants crotch. He quickly pulled away, regaining control of himself and then heard himself give voice to his burgeoning desire, "Now... I will need you to remove the rest of your clothes." He felt disconnected from his own words, but caring less about the risks involved as he pressed on.
Edgar took in the request, and not knowing any better didn't think it was too odd, but raised his head and asked, "Well, I'll have to stand up again and stuff. Is that a problem?"
"Not a problem," the doctor observed sincerely, "and feel free to stay standing afterwards. That'll be a good position for me to do a few more tests."
Edgar sat up and jumped down from the table. He proceeded to unbuckle his pants and let them drop, stepping out of them afterwards. He was left in his briefs at that. Smiling at the doctor he put his arms out to his side, "Okay, now what?"
"Raise your arms in the air..." The doctor smiled as he stepped forward, then moved his hands down quickly to pull down his briefs to his ankles. "Gotcha!" HE grinned, reaching back up to tickle the wunk's sides with his large hands, "I meant all of them silly!"
Edgar was surprised at first, a little shocked really, but then he laughed. He laughed even louder when he was tickled, letting out a small happy shriek. "Ha ha, you got me, you're funny!" Now he was standing naked before the doctor, stepping out of his red briefs. Lowering his arms to his side he reflected, "Wow, I didn't know you meant like... totally naked!"
"Of course I did," the doctor smile warmly. Part of his mind was telling him to stop, that he could lose everything he's worked for, but it was slowly dwindling into the background. He put one hand on the young shoulder and carefully peered into his ears with a special tool, contemplating them carefully. "You have good ears," he noted politely, biting his tongue a bit in concentration.
"Yeah, everybody tells me my ears are funny, because they don't fit my head. I mean, someone told me they're wolf ears on a skunk's head," Edgar shrugged, "I don't know, sometimes people make fun of 'em. They say I have big ears." He looked away and down a little, "But if you like 'em, I guess that's good." Then he mumbled to himself, "I like your mane."
"They're plenty healthy, that's for sure!" the doctor grinned, "Would you like to touch it?" The lion kneeled down for him, as it made his next task easier anyway. "Please, touch my mane while I just check a few things between your legs," he asked as he reached forward. Edgar reached his hand out and traced the edge of the doctor's mane, pushing in a little bit, then retreating. He petted it again near his face and outwards. Then he pushed his fingers in a bit, gently grasping a small bit of it, running strands through his fingers. He almost didn't even notice what the doctor was doing being so entranced by this opportunity. The lion gently starting to cup the young wunk's sack with his large, strong, worn-in hands. He let his thumb trace over his shaft.
Edgar almost swooned at the thought of those large hands down there, though he didn't really understand why. He nervously smiled a bit, "Hey... what are you doing?"
The doctor was so engrossed in his own activities he almost didn't hear the higher pitched voice ask him a question. His own member was growing in his slacks, pushing up against his underwear. It was creating a slight bulge down there that he hoped the little wunk wouldn't notice. "Uh, huh?" he stammered, then heard himself coolly reply without thinking, "I'm just checking for injuries, improper development." He liked this kid, despite what was happening to him. He was very easy going; curious, but without being annoyingly so. "Judging your state of development... like my mane?" he asked politely, the hair long and fine, if dry and coarse. The red texture had faded well. He didn't like the pampered look at all for himself, instead going with a rugged look that added 'good years' to his appearance.
Edgar nodded, "Oh, yes. It's cool, I wish I had one. Sometimes I wish I was a lion." Edgar respected his rugged look, it was different, but he wasn't coherent enough to realize it was fostered. Finally he looked down at the doctor touching him and asked, pretty astute for his age and a good listener, "So... what's my state of development?" Edgar was a little detached mentally from this moment, but physically his member was very gradually starting to respond to the touch. Edgar didn't notice it, but somebody fondling it would.
"A still few years shy of entering puberty," the doctor responded. Then he not only heard himself speak, but actually wanted to say, "And there we go... can you hop back up on your back on the table for me?"
Edgar left his clothes on the floor and brushed his shirt off the table onto the floor when he climbed up onto the table using the extra step. He laid back down, crinkling the white paper, putting his head on the sterile pillow and staring back up at the ceiling. His arms were at his side again, his tail coming through between his legs as it was pointing down.
Carefully, the doctor took hold of Edgar's right ankle, rolling it around in his hand. He reached up to flex his toes a bit, studying it's movements carefully before moving to trace over his shin. He felt for any sorts of cracks, deformations or spurs. A small bump or bone spur existed part way up the shin, but nothing too important was present. His erection was almost pushing itself against his pants, as if it was trying to get out. Edgar had returned to daydreaming just a little bit as the doctor was doing this. He giggled a little bit when his toes were manipulated, but calmed down again, particularly as the doctor traced his fingers up his shin. That tingly feeling returned and the fur on his upper arm raised a bit in goosebumps. Edgar didn't speak up much now, as he was just taking in how the doctor was moving him. He swore he could hear a small snap in the room, but couldn't really look around. He attributed it to the doctor.
"Good, good..." the doctor smiled, not noticing the snap as he spoke right when it happened. The doctor pulled up the wunk's leg to flex his knee, observing its movements. Without notice, he felt something on his hip and looked down. A look of shock came across his face as he saw a blue nitrile glove in full form, with nobody attached to it, resting on his hip. It was moved in towards his pocket at a medium speed, and before he knew it (or could decide what to do) the glove had started to massage his erection through the lining of his pocket.
The doctor shot his glance back up at the young wunk, looking to see if he had noticed anything, but the boy was just staring up at the ceiling without a care in the world. Normally this would have freaked the doctor out, but for some reason (perhaps it was the massaging) he found this almost natural. He continued his examination, moving the wunk's whole leg up and down, then side to side. He liked the flexibility he was showing.
"Now, Edgar, could you roll over on to your tummy for me?" the doctor requested in his warmest tone he could muster while at the same time being given a hand job. Edgar lifted himself up and rolled himself over on to his stomach, not really looking at the doctor. His tail was still poking down, concealing his buttocks. The doctor stepped forward, rubbing his erection even harder for a moment against the gloved hand working his cock, and lifted his tail up against his back, "That's a good boy. Now we have to do a test to check an internal organ."
"What's an internal organ?" Edgar questioned, "That sounds like it'll hurt."
The doctor chuckled quietly, and then gasped at the end a bit, "Well, it's a piece of your body that we can feel, but it's inside of you. We have to go inside of you to feel it. It will hurt a little bit, maybe a lot, but it won't be for very long. Think of it like getting a shot. And..." He smiled, "You'll get a lollipop at the end." He very well knew this procedure was completely unnecessary for a wunk this age, but he had come this far. It was too little too late.
Thoughts of lollipops ran through Edgar's mind. He hoped he could get a lemon one, for sure. The doctor turned around and started to reach for the lubricant when he stopped. The lid of the lubricant started to turn and come off of the container as if it had a mind of its own. It was more like it was working with the glove to make whatever was the inner desire of the doctor's mind a reality. It was driven by the doctor, but as well the objects around him were ultimately in control now.
Edgar and the doctor heard three snaps again. The doctor stammered automatically, "I'm just putting on some gloves Edgar." He regained some of his self-control and continued, "First you'll feel me enter you with some lubricant, that'll make it easier for me..." Edgar nodded his head, facing down and away from the doctor, unable to observe the blue nitrile gloves now moving towards his buttocks.
Two gloves moved by unknown forces grasped the young wunk's white butt cheeks and held them for a few seconds before parting them to reveal his small tail hole. The doctor's pants began to tug down on him and he looked down only to see his zipper retreating down his pants. His dick bulged out, and his underwear quickly parted. It hung there in the cooler air, just half a foot away from this young wunk's buttocks.
This is what he really wanted, even if it could cost him everything. But if everything kept the way it was, no one would have to know, right? He tried to rationalize to himself, but it was really to no avail. Whether he truly wanted it or not, it was going to happen now.
One more nitrile glove passed in front of his cock, smearing some of the lubricant onto it, while the one that was previously in his pocket pulled out slyly. It moved in to quickly, but silently, pump his member at a quickened pace; readying him for the inevitable plunge.
The glove that had the lubricant began to circle its index finger around the wunk's tail hole before it slowly inserted itself. "Relax as much as you can Edgar, this, uh..." the doctor inhaled sharply, "this will hurt just a little, but you can do it."
Edgar winced and grunted. "Oh! It stings!" He cried out. The ghostly finger very slowly intruded within him. As it did so, Edgar's own member began to harden autonomously. It hurt, but at the same time as the finger got past a certain point, it felt good too.
The doctor watched in fascination and part horror as the glove inserted itself all the way up to the hilt of its index finger. He could see the 'muscles' in the glove moving, and could tell it was starting to massage the wunk's prostate and insides. Then it pulled out slowly and put two fingers at the entrance. Again, it steadily probed the wunk. The doctor chimed in in a slightly huffed voice, "Just relax Edgar, you're doing very well. Everything is checking out normal. There's only one more after this..."
Edgar grunted and moaned painfully again as his tail hole was stretched just slightly wider by the glove. It entered him a little faster this time, thanks to the lube. It immediately went to work on his prostate, though he had no idea what it was doing. All he knew was that there was a pressure building up inside his crotch very quickly, and he had to do something about it. He couldn't help himself as he started to hump the table, pushing his cock against the crinkly paper over and over again.
The doctor winced at the sight of Edgar's tail hole being stretched, but was on the edge himself. Were his eyes deceiving him, or could he see the wunk humping the examination table? He thought he'd lose it any minute and spray all over the poor wunk when the hand pulled out again. It gave him an OK signal, or was it communicating with the glove holding his cock? He didn't have time to decide as the glove pumping his member released and whisked around him. It pushed his butt towards the wunk, while the probing glove grabbed his cock and directed into the poor wunk's tail hole. Oh my god, this was really going to happen! The doctor had to say something to the little guy, "Take a deep breath Edgar, this is the last one." His dick plunged part way in to the tight ass in front of him.
This time Edgar really groaned, half grunting half moaning. He scrunched up his face, the pain was greater this time. The pain mixed in with the pleasure coursing through his body though, and before he knew it he started to slightly convulse. His body shook slightly, and his tail hole squeezed and released autonomically. He was so embarrassed this was happening, right in front of his doctor! He hoped the doctor couldn't tell what was going on with him. The doctor's member pressed a little further in, then with the squeezing started to erupt into his little patient. He bit his bottom lip, suppressing a primal roar. As his seed emptied itself into its nubile receptacle, he swore he felt the kid orgasming right in front of him. This only validated his actions more to himself.
Almost as quickly as it started, he saw the gloves begin to deflate and dispose of themselves in the wastebasket. His breathing hard, he pulled out slowly, a little drop of cum spilling out of the young wunks ass. The doctor turned around, and opened a drawer for a lollipop waiting for his member to go down. What a rush! He picked out a yellow one at random, and reached down for his member. He felt it slip out of his grasp though, as his underwear opened itself up and engulfed it again. He watched in fascination as his zipper flew back up again. How could this be happening? What had he just done? He almost faltered, "Alright, you can put your clothes on now. I have a treat for you."
Edgar rolled over and sat up on the examination table, his bum still smarting a bit. But, that was okay, as long as he got a lollipop. "You're right, that was just like a shot, but I'm okay now," he beamed at the doctor. He jumped down and quickly began putting his clothes on.
Could this kid know what had just truly happened to him? Did he really have no idea? The doctor thought quickly to himself, and then took a step forward. He placed a warm hand on Edgar's shoulder while the other offered him the lollipop.
"Lemon! My favorite!" Edgar was practically forgetting about his physical now.
However, the doctor had to make sure and looked directly into the young wunk's eyes, "Edgar, the thing about doctor's visits is that they are private. You don't really need to tell anybody what happens at your appointments. That's what big boys do, and you're a big boy right? Now, let's go tell your mom that you're A-OK for sports. Shall we?"
Sucking on his lollipop, content, Edgar nodded his head, "Uh-hmm."
The doctor grinned wide and gave him a pat on the shoulder, "Good, now let's get you back to your mom." They walked out of the examination room, and into the hallway.
It wasn't long before the doctor opened the door and Edgar rushed back to his mom, "Mom! The doctor said I can play!"
"That's wonderful dear! Thank you so much, Dr. Raider," the wolf mother stood up and waved to the lion doctor.
The doctor coolly replied, "It was no problem! In fact, it was my pleasure." He smiled as he watched the little wunk bound out of the waiting room, knowing that he was carrying his seed inside him.