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This story was written for Kemper as their patreon flash fiction for the month of June 2018. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults.

A Quick Check-Up

Glancing up from his phone, Kemper smiled thinly as his name was finally called. He had been waiting for more than an hour, despite having only arrived for his appointment five minutes before it was due to start. Of course he'd expected a little delay, after all his company's new insurance provider was insisting that each and every member of staff in all departments get a physical exam and over the course of the day there were bound to be a few appointments that ran long, but his appointment had only been at eleven thirty. How could they have gotten so far behind, so fast?!

Following the instructions provided to him by the reception staff, Kemper headed towards exam room three. The other four rooms in the corridor all had their doors shut, and whether soundproofed or not he couldn't hear a peep from any of them despite supposedly each one containing an employee and a registered nurse. Room three however had its door open, no doubt as a further indicator to him which of the rooms was ready for him to enter. The feline male padded over to it, took a breath, put on his most pleasant smile, and slipped inside as he hoped to goodness that it didn't take that long.

"Good morning. Gosh, well... afternoon I suppose!"

A warm and somewhat familiar voice greeted him from behind the desk, a pair of shoulders in a set of pale blue scrubs all that Kemper could see behind a desk as the owner of said shoulders rummaged in a drawer for a moment.

"Our electronic filing system has been down all day and the paper records are all out of order. But, let's see... I should have your file here Mr F-... o-oh..."

That voice, soft and warm and ringing bells within Kemper's mind though he couldn't figure out why, trailed off. A surprised, rather giddy squeak followed it, and it was as a giggle erupted from the nurse just a moment later that Kemper's own eyes bulged in sudden realisation. He knew where he recognised that voice from, and sure enough as the nurse lifted her head, the grey furred mouse's wide eyes and beaming smile regarded him with devilish delight.

"Cara?"

Kemper groaned, staring at the mouse who had slipped in and out of his life on more than one occasion already, lingering just long enough to share something very lewd and very public with him. The mouse giggled and beamed back, rising from the swivel chair in which she had been seated and bouncing up and down upon the tips of her toes in glee.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, Kemper! It's you!"

Before the sabretoothed male could say anything, she was racing around the edge of the desk, across the small and rather spartan exam room, and practically leaping into his arms. Her lips were on him in a moment, and for a few brief seconds they clung together in the most feverish, impassioned kiss before another sharp squeak escaped Cara, and she pulled back just as hurriedly as she had set the kiss into motion. Still standing on her tip-toes to keep herself level with the slightly taller male, she peered over Kemper's shoulder at the door he had left ajar, though thankfully not enough that anyone could have seen them even if they wandered right past. She darted away from the feline and to the door, closing it, and to Kemper's immediate embarrassment and excitement locking it with a loud, firm click of a catch sliding shut.

Her curvy figure turned upon the spot, and her gleeful smile lit up Kemper's life with the sense of infectious enthusiasm she had always managed to instil in him. Then she pointed, rather firmly and forcefully the mouse pointed to the curtain-shrouded cot on the far wall of the small office, and uttered a deliriously happy, three word command.

"Strip, and sit."

Kemper opened his muzzle to ask if he really needed to take off his clothes, if his shirt would be okay or if the nurse meant everything. Then he saw Cara beginning to reach down and to pull her scrub top off and over her flushed face and large ears, and he closed his muzzle again as he realised that he had no desire to question Cara's request.

Soon he was seated upon the cot, legs dangling over the edge in nothing but his boxer shorts, hands crossing over his crotch but purposefully doing a bad job of concealing the already fully engorged tent within his underwear. After all, the mouse standing in front of him was utterly naked, and he didn't want her to think that he was unappreciative of her presence and current unclothed state. His heart thundered as she stepped forward, closer and closer to him as she left the pile of her scrubs and underwear behind. He waited until she teased his legs apart and slipped between them, until they were resting face to face, chest to chest. Until her hands rose up and cupped his face, and then... began to slide down to his neck, checking his lymph nodes and getting him to tilt his head from side to side.

"Open wide."

She checked his mouth and the back of his throat. She peered in his ears. She stood so close that if Kemper moved his hands he knew his cock would have been throbbing against her soft, plump stomach, but other than that and the constant devious smile upon her face she began to conduct Kemper's physical with the same routine procedure that the sabretoothed cat might have expected from any other nurse. All the while though, as he stared at her naked body, he knew that this very much was not any other nurse, and it drove him wild.

Her hand soon landed upon his heart, just the flat of the mouse's furless palm without any thought of a stethoscope being used for a more refined check-up. Cara giggled as she felt Kemper's heart thundering against her hand, and shook her head with a few playful tuts.

"Oh dear. Such a high resting heart rate for some reason. Tell me, Mr Fang... do you suffer from high blood pressure at all? Or, is there any other reason that you might be particularly energetic right now?"

Kemper opened his muzzle to answer, but simply let slip a helpless groan as he felt Cara's hand beginning to descend down his chest and through the fluffy fur upon his stomach. Soon her fingers were teasing his own hands out of the way where they were still valiantly though half-heartedly protecting and concealing his crotch, and a moment after that Kemper tensed violently, shuddering and grunting audibly once again as through the fabric of his boxer shorts Cara grasped and squeezed at his rock hard erection.

"Ah. I see. This would certainly explain it. Yes... symptoms like this, flushed features, raised heart rate, rigour of certain body parts, I don't need to be a Doctor to come up with a fairly solid diagnosis. Or to prescribe a cure."

She teased down his underwear, Kemper huffing and moaning in anticipation all the while, only to return to her prior position as soon as the cat felt his boxer shorts slip off his feet and hit the floor somewhere below. A moment later and her hand was on his bare, twitching cock, and Kemper was shuddering, whimpering and trying not to cry out as Cara's other hand wrapped itself unabashedly around the developing girth of his knot.

"Oh my..."

The mouse murmured, knowing full well of course of the sabretooth male's heritage from their previous encounters.

"This is definitely something to ensure is in your records. Such a low percentage of hybrid DNA, but expressed so completely in this one area. I could write a paper. The medical world would marvel. So many doctors and nurses would be lining up to see."

She stroked Kemper, she masturbated him with both hands as she spoke, giggling and licking her lips as she stared hungrily between his cock and his wide eyed face.

"Or, I could not tell them. Not tell anyone. And keep it all for myself to enjoy."

Her eyes sparkled lustily, and Kemper saw her rocking and squirming on the spot where she stood, thighs squeezing tight together and her whip of a pink tail thrashing around behind her.

"I wish I had time to fuck you, Kemper..."

Cara moaned softly as she quickened her pace upon the male's shaft and upped the intensity of the squeezes applied to his increasingly and deliciously sensitive, swollen knot.

"I wish I could trust myself not to bury that knot in my pussy and have you fill me up for the next hour. B-but... we're already close to running over our allotted time, and we're already so far behind schedule."

She peered deep into his eyes, and moaned playfully.

"I want you to cum for me. Here and now. S-so I have something to think about for the rest of today. Something to get me wet. Get me desperate just thinking about it all day long. And then... t-then tonight... I'm going to give you my number, and when I'm done here and you're done with work? I'm going to prescribe you some bed rest. And together, w-we'll do whatever it takes to get us both deeply, peacefully resting. Does that sound good to you?"

Panting, grunting, on the verge of cumming, Kemper whined and nodded. Cara giggled, stroking his cock faster, squeezing his knot tighter still as she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.

"Good. Now... before we conclude, Mr Fang, I'm going to need a sperm sample."

She slipped seamlessly back into her playful nurse's patter, her muzzle drifting down to nip and nibble at Kemper's neck, then to nuzzle at his chest and even to lick at one stiffened nipple for a brief moment. Her hands continued to work him, and she moaned more shamelessly as Kemper began to huff and groan more audibly, more desperately as he approached his peak.

"Be sure not to withhold a single drop, Mr Fang. I need every last bit you can provide me. I promise you, it'll be vital, utterly vital in my follow up treatment for you later tonight."

She began to pump Kemper's cock with such speed and force that her hand on his shaft was slamming down against the upper portion of his knot with every thrust, adding to the already mind-bending stimulation from the paw that was already in constant contact with that throbbing cluster of hyper-sensitive nerves. Her head dipped lower and lower, kissing and snuffling at Kemper's stomach with her whiskered features as he stared helplessly at her gorgeous ass and beautiful tail swaying back and forth. His eyes bulged as he realised that on the far side of the room, near the door, there was a mirror. A mirror in which he suddenly noticed that he could see their reflection. And thus, he could see Cara's buttocks in all their plump, gorgeous glory, and the glistening wetness streaming down her thighs from the soaking wet and flushed, visible pink of her nether regions.

"G-give me everything, Kemper. I need it."

Cara moaned to the male, and he cried out as a moment later her hot muzzle wrapped itself around the tip of his throbbing, drooling cock. He stared into the mirror and saw her pussy clench and wink open, and a gush of fresh liquid surged forth even though she hadn't placed a single finger in contact with herself. She was just that worked up. Just that utterly and completely turned on by Kemper and what she was doing to him.

And indeed what she was doing to him was having precisely the effect that she desired.

Kemper mewled, and Cara squeaked from around his cock as she held just the first few inches in her maw, still jerking him with her hands. Her muzzle was there for one reason and one reason alone, to ensure that not a drop of what he had to offer went to waste. And sure enough, just a handful of seconds after he felt her tongue flicking at the tip of his shaft alongside all the continued stimulation assailing him, the male uttered a frantic snarl and felt his whole body convulsing as he began to pump ribbon after hot, thick ribbon of cum deep into the naked, whimpering mouse's hungry maw.

"Yes... o-oh, Cara... yes..."

He moaned to her feverishly as he poured his cum into the mouse's maw and down her throat, and shuddered, growled, purred in rapturous glee as in response to his moans and his copious offering he saw the mouse's pussy quivering, drooling and clenching in the mirror's reflection by the office doorway.

Fifteen seconds later he was gurgling in awed elation as Cara's hands left his cock, and for just a moment she took his shaft into her maw right to the upper limits of his knot, kissing its girth with her lips before withdrawing with one last slurping suction to tease out what little remained of his seed. A minute after that and Cara was rather shakily, breathlessly concluding his physical exam so that she had at least something genuine to write down on his chart, and barely five minutes later he was kissing her, holding her trembling body in his arms as they stood clothed once more.

"Y-you'll call as soon as you're done with work?"

Cara gasped as she pressed a business card with her number scrawled on the back into the male's palm. Even when he nodded and kissed her back, she pressed on more desperately than ever.

"Because... I... I swear, if I don't get to fuck you tonight, if I go all day feeling like this... l-like I could cum right now if you stuck a hand down my scrubs..."

The male's eyes sparkled, she squeaked and took a shaky step back.

"O-oh god, don't tempt me. Just promise. Promise you'll call."

Kemper grinned, and held the card up for Cara to see before carefully slipping it into one of his trouser pockets.

"I promise."

He turned towards the door, putting one hand upon its handle and sliding the lock open again before glancing back to the still flushed, slightly trembling mouse in her slightly crumpled scrubs with a warm, giddy smile. He pulled the door open, and spoke audibly enough that anyone else with their office door open could have easily heard.

"Thank you for seeing me, nurse, and taking the time to answer my questions. I know it was supposed to be just a quick check up, but... I really do feel so much better for having seen you."

Kemper winked, Cara giggled, and with mutually intense and intimate thoughts of that same evening ahead dancing in their hearts, minds and loins; with a long afternoon of work still ahead but the promise of a far more pleasant night to come in its wake, they parted ways.

By Jeeves