Mandatory 18th Checkup
This story is plain ol' medical check-up style smut. I hope you enjoy reading it!
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"Wow, it's kind of...involved, isn't it?"
"It's quite simple really, once you get the hang of it."
"Yeah, but...isn't it kind of impersonal?"
Dr Carson shrugged. "That's how it has to be these days. They have to be supervised at all times, otherwise they could switch samples with somebody else, and we wouldn't know." He began ticking off points on his fingers. "Then there's the question of contamination, so it has to be done in sterile conditions. Then some claim they can't do it. And then if we're supervising them we can't let them do it themselves because - well, you know, it gets complicated then, from a legal standpoint."
The fox nodded. "I see. Guess it hits a little close to home though. I mean...that was me just a few years back. Glad I got at least a little privacy."
"I didn't even have to way back in my time. Although you see the expression on some of them, sometimes I wish I did."
That got a nervous laugh from Dr Ed Calloway, and his tail twitched back and forth under his white coat audibly. Dr Carson smiled and took the briefing notes from his young colleague's paw.
"Relax Ed, I'll be there too. There's nothing to it, you'll see."
"Lucas Sanfourche, isn't it?"
"Yes," he replied, and stood stiffly by the med room door.
"Come in; take a seat here please."
The young coyote sat down and glanced back and forth between the two doctors behind the desk.
"Feels like an interview, doesn't it?" said Dr Carson. "Don't worry, it's all quite routine. This is Dr Calloway. He'll be performing your medical today, and I'll just be here to supervise, OK? Let's just get a few details straight here first." He peered at a piece of paper. "18 on... July 7th, is that right?"
Dr Carson confirmed the details for a few minutes, and then turned to his colleague and nodded. At that, Dr Calloway rose from his seat and indicated with his paw towards a screened area.
"Alright, Lucas, we'll be doing a few general health checks now, so could I get you to go behind this screen and take your clothes off so we can have a look at you?"
The chair screeched awkwardly across the floor as the coyote got up and headed to the screen. He paused at the edge, his ears flattening.
"What, everything?"
"That's right; you will need to take off your underwear too."
"Oh, but, I mean...already?"
The old wolf peered over his glasses. "You do understand what happens in this medical, don't you?"
"Yes, I mean - but I was just...OK." He tucked his tail between his legs and acquiescently disappeared from view.
Dr Calloway opened a packet of plastic gloves and slipped them over his black paws. He passed the box to Dr Carson, who gloved up as well.
After a longer time than was strictly necessary, the coyote popped his head around the screen and caught Dr Calloway's eye.
"Undressed, Lucas?" The doctor walked towards the wall nearest the screen, upon which there was a height measurer. He looked around the edge of the screen. "Oh, good. Well come on over here and let's measure you."
The young coyote hesitated little, but then apparently made a decision to look bold, and padded out with steps a little too wide to be natural. He was nude from head to toe, and from his slightly tucked tail and swivelling ears, it was clear he wasn't entirely comfortable with that.
As he lined himself up against the wall, he let his arms hang in front of him so that his paws covered up his sheath.
"You're a little hunched," admonished the doctor. "Stand straight up, arms by your side, please."
Lucas did as he was asked, moving his paws to reveal a slightly swollen sheath with his pink tip just showing. His ears flushed redder the longer he had to stand there.
Dr Calloway scribbled the figure down and then smiled at Lucas. "It's OK to be embarrassed."
This didn't seem to help the coyote much, and he looked as nervous as ever when the doctor had him lay down on the examination bed. He shuffled himself up over the paper, trying not to tear it, and settled his paws uneasily over his slender belly. Whatever pink was showing before, there was no sign of it now.
The chair Dr Carson was sitting in creaked as he started to pay attention. He watched as his colleague examined the coyote's ears, eyes, nose and throat, and took his blood pressure.
The fox talked over his shoulder. "Systolic is a little high."
Dr Carson joined him next to the bed and shook his head. "White coat syndrome, that's all." He winked at Lucas, whose ears flicked nervously.
"Alright then Lucas, you're as fit as a fiddle so far," said Dr Calloway. "Next I'd like you to roll around onto your belly and then up onto all fours. Then we can do the last part."
Lucas swallowed dryly but obeyed. As he pushed himself up onto his paws and knees, he lowered his head and kept his tail between his legs, more subconsciously than out of any implied resistance. Dr Calloway positioned himself behind the coyote and drew up an instrument trolley.
"Tail up, please."
Lucas arched his tail up high, and twitched as he was immediately wiped under the tail with a cold, damp antiseptic wipe. A tinkling sound from the instrument tray, and then a firm paw held the base of his tail while the other pressed a thermometer into him and held it in place.
The electric hum of the ceiling lights filled the room. The doctor removed the thermometer a minute later.
"I'm just examining your testes now. Let me know if anything is uncomfortable."
"OK" came a small reply from the other end of the bed.
The doctor rolled the coyote's balls around in his paws carefully for half a minute or so.
"That's fine, Lucas. Now for the last part," said Dr Calloway, half to his patient and half to his colleague. Lucas's tail began to wilt down.
Dr Carson picked up a large syringe filled with gel from the instrument tray, and attached a long, clear flexible tube to the end. "This is where you'll be better than I am, Ed," he said as he squeezed the colourless gel up the tube. "You've got longer fingers. Just guide it on up there with your claw over the tip of the tube and stop when...well, you know where the prostate is. Then squeeze some out and massage it in very gently with your finger."
Lucas turned his head over his shoulder and cleared his throat. "Um...Dad said I could ask you if I could do it myself. You know...it would save you trouble and all."
"Sorry son. If it were up me I'd say 'fine,'" said Dr Carson in a reassuring voice. "But it's out of our paws. Don't worry: it won't hurt and it'll only take a minute."
Lucas nodded and faced the wall in front of him again, apparently not wanting to see what was happening behind him.
"OK, Lucas, tail right up for me, please, and hold it." Dr Calloway spread some lubricating gel onto the coyote's ass and slipped his finger slowly in and out. He took the syringe and put his right paw at the end of the tube, but then changed his mind and swapped to his left paw, leaving his back to Dr Carson.
"Left-handed huh?"
"Sure am. OK Lucas, just relax."
The doctor pushed his finger and the tube into the coyote's ass slowly but firmly, stopping briefly when he was up to his knuckle, and then pressed in harder to get in a little further.
"Got it, Ed? Just a little at a time, and rub it in very gently." He peered under the patient's tail as if he were looking for something. "How much you put in so far?"
"That's the last of it," said the fox, pulling out the tube, closely followed by his finger.
Dr Carson coughed suddenly. "Oh, well then..."
The fox wiped under Lucas's tail. "You can relax and put your tail down now, you'll be glad to hear." The tail sunk quickly, accompanied by a quick a sigh of relief and shifting of knees on paper.
Dr Carson spoke quickly. "We'll be back in just a minute, Lucas. It'll take a little while to work. That OK?"
Dr Calloway cast the wolf an inquiring look.
"Can I sit down?" asked Lucas.
"Yes, for now. Just stay on the bed."
"OK."
The old wolf closed the med room door behind him and turned to his colleague with an accusing, arched eyebrow.
"What?" said the fox, his ears canting backwards. "Did I do it wrong?"
"It was going fine until you shot two doses up his ass."
"What! But -"
"Shhhh...keep it down."
Dr Calloway frowned, but hushed his voice. "But you didn't tell me."
"I tried. I couldn't see how much you were putting in. That's why I asked."
The fox looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, heck. Why'd you put two doses in there anyway?"
"Some patients need it, if the first dose doesn't work. But canids...they're almost always good to go."
"So...what do we do now?"
"We hope he needs two doses." He laid his paw on the door handle. "We'd better get back in there. Don't mention anything. I'll handle it."
Lucas was sitting on the edge of the medical bed, leaning back on his paws. Dr Carson glanced at his groin. "Ah, it's working 'round already, I see."
"Heh, yeah. It's seems like real good stuff." The coyote didn't seem to be so embarrassed any more, despite the rock-hard boner bobbing between his legs.
"It is," he smiled, walking to the instrument tray, closely shadowed by Dr Calloway. "People would pay good money to get their paws on it. It's medical-use only, though, sadly."
"What happens now?" he asked, watching Dr Carson unravelling a short length of medical paper.
A gloved paw tore the paper off and let it drop onto the tray. "You just need to lie back now."
The wolf walked around the table, dropped down to the balls of his feet and pulled out an arm rest from under the bed. As it came up, with a metallic squeak, an arm rest appeared on the other side, along with two similar looking rests down the other of the table. Each rest had a wide Velcro strap hanging from it. The coyote's eyes widened when he saw them.
"OK Lucas, just put your arms on these rests. We're going to put the strap over your wrists, but that's just so you don't interfere with the procedure. I'm not saying you would, but some patients do."
"O...OK."
Dr Carson strapped his wrists, and Dr Calloway moved his feet out onto the rests and strapped his ankles.
The coyote stared at the ceiling, but he was starting to breathe faster. Clear fluid began to pool copiously on his belly, flowing in globs from the head of his rapidly pulsing member, so turgid that it stayed in the air above his belly.
Dr Carson hastily drew up the instrument trolley and dropped the medical paper onto the patient's belly. Then he wiped the coyote's penis thoroughly but quickly. No sooner was it clean than a thick, clear bead emerged at the tip again.
He fumbled with a plastic pack and pulled out a clear, six-inch tube with a pouch at one end and an elasticated hood three inches from the other.
"Lucas, we're just putting a tube into you - not very far - so that we can catch the semen."
Lucas just squinted and groaned as the doctor slid the tube steadily into his penis, until the hood nestled at his swollen tip. The wolf deftly slipped his claws underneath the hood to pull it out, then drew it down and dropped it under the glans. The hood hugged the head of his penis tightly, holding the tube in place.
Dr Carson blew out through his muzzle and stepped back, looking a little relieved. He turned to the fox beside him.
"Did you get all that?"
Dr Calloway nodded mutely.
"It's OK Ed, you'll do the next one. I stepped in this time because I didn't think we had much time to waste."
They both looked down at the coyote's penis, engorged and pulling up strongly every now and then, even under the weight of the tube. His balls were drawing up tighter and tighter.
Lucas's eyes were shut now and he was panting hard. Hints of squeaks accented the urgent rise and fall of his ribcage, and he began to flex his toes back and forth. Then he pushed his hips up and forward and his body froze. He let out a long, mitigated groan as his face screwed up with pleasure. Giving one last long twitch, his penis started pumping hard, sending white up the tube and tumbling into the bag at the end.
Neither doctor spoke or took their eyes off Lucas. Dr Calloway backed away slightly and adjusted his pants as discreetly as he could.
The spasms died down and Lucas let his ears wilt lazily to the side and his muzzle hang open. It was some while before he closed it again, as if remembering where he was, and looked up at Dr Carson.
The wolf raised his eyebrows good-naturedly. "There, that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"If I ask for a second opinion," he said, a little out of breath, "can I get my18th done again?"
"Be careful what you wish for," he laughed, but quickly cleared his throat as he looked at the coyote's still-full erection. "So, now we'll wait for the erection to subside, and then you're free to go. Sometimes it takes a little while so just lay back and relax. I'll just be over here finishing the paperwork.
"OK, doc." He looked as if he was about to say something further, but then sighed and let his head flop back.
Hints of musk hung in the air as the doctors tried to make themselves look busy at the desk. Behind them, their patient was getting restless, shuffling against his restraints as the minutes ticked on. Eventually he raised his head off the bed and spoke with a frustrated growl. "Doc, I can't make it go down."
Dr Carson rose, putting his paw on the other doctor's shoulder to prevent him from following.
"OK, let's take a look." He pressed his paw into Lucas's neck to feel his pulse, but didn't look surprised at the result. "Are you feeling alright?"
"It's still hot and tingly down there. Doc, I think it's that tube. It's keeping me hard," he whined.
Dr Carson shook his head. "It's not that. You're going to ejaculate again."
Lucas's ears shot up and his hackles started to rise. "What? Again?"
He patted Lucas's arm. "It's alright, it happens sometimes. All you have to do is lie there and things will take care of themselves."
"Shit." He pulled against the restraints and growled. "It's taking too long. Can't you let me out of these things so I can hurry it up?"
"Just relax, Lucas. Your pulse is high. That means it won't be long."
Two minutes later, the frustrated growling gave way to squeaky panting. It was taking much longer than last time and he began to jerk his hips against the apparatus, his stomach and thigh muscles tightening and rippling.
Dr Calloway disobeyed his implicit order and stood up to watch. The coyote grimaced and thrust. He pushed his hips up again, and his penis strained up. His butt fell back down on the bed with a thump and he repeated the motion three or four times. On the last attempt, balls tight, he let out an unmitigated version of his previous cry and warm floods of relief coursed down the tube and filled the bag for the second time.
They let him lay quietly on the bed to recover. Dr Carson could see his erection was softening now, and his tail wagged a little with relief. Without saying anything, he removed the tube, handed it to Dr Calloway and gently cleaned the patient up.
The ripping of Velcro brought the coyote back to his senses. He sat up and rubbed his wrists.
"You're free to go."
"Wow, that was..." He sounded dazed. "That was something." He smoothed his neck fur down and wobbled off the bed towards his clothes, his sheath still quite full and red.
After he had dressed and left, they turned on the powerful extractor fan to remove the scent from the room.
"Next patient in 5 minutes," shouted Dr Carson over the noise. "We don't want another one of those or we'll get behind schedule."
"I need to go to the bathroom real quick."
"Be back soon. I'll set up the dose again. Half this time, alright?"
When the fox got back, there was an unmistakable blush beneath his white fur. Moments later, Dr Carson's nose twitched as if catching a new scent and his ears quickly perked up.
"Jeez, Ed, you didn't?"
"Huh?"
The wolf's lips curled into a lopsided smile of mock-disgust. "Never mind, whatever you gotta do to keep your mind on the job."
Dr Calloway laughed, but his wilted ears betrayed his embarrassment. As he was opening his muzzle to make an excuse, there was a knock at the door.
"Sit down Ed. Come in!"