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This is my first story involving either sheath vore (although cock vore was the closest keyword I could find) or a taur of any kind. It was inspired by Jizzal's wonderful story "Just a Physical," which introduced the amazing Dr. Diplo. So I asked him to let me do my own story with Diplo and he said yes.

Dr. Tyler Diplo is coyright Jizzal

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Apart from the ticking of a wall-mounted clock, the waiting room was silent. Well, that and the squirrel's constant sniffling and the occasional cough. Edwin worked as a massage therapist at the Monochrome Gym, a job he'd landed mostly by accident, and at the relatively young age of only seventeen. Work there was progressing nicely. Chad and Trent were nice to him, and he especially loved tending to his favorite customer, the burly rhinoceros named Riley.

However as winter set in, with flu season at its peak, Edwin had begun feeling very ill. His nose was stopped up, and when it wasn't stopped up, it was leaking, and he had a sore throat on top of that. Upon seeing the state his friend was in, Chad had recommended that Edwin see a doctor, and given him the business card of a certain Dr. Tyler Diplo, whose offices were across town from the gym.

And so now, here he sat, waiting for his appointment. The waiting room was strangely empty. There didn't seem to be any other patients, nor was there a nurse at the reception window. A handwritten note taped to the glass had simply told him to sit and wait for the doctor to call him in. That had been ten minutes ago. Bored, Edwin picked up a copy of Time Magazine and thumbed through it, and was a little weirded out to discover that the magazine was hopelessly out of date. Copyright 1997! Wow, he thought. This Diplo guy must be a real penny-pincher when it came to paying for magazine subscriptions.

At about half past four, the door leading to the rear of the clinic finally opened and Dr. Diplo stepped into view, clipboard in hand. "Mr. Grimaldi?" he asked.

Edwin glanced up from the magazine and blinked. Standing framed in the doorway was a massive skunktaur, wearing a white lab coat, shirt and tie on his upper body but nothing on his lower, four-legged portion. There was a stethoscope around his neck, and he certainly looked like a doctor, but Edwin, who'd rarely seen taurs before, was a bit surprised, and stood there gawking for a moment.

"Mr. Grimaldi?" the doctor repeated.

"Oh!" Edwin cried, dropping the magazine and standing up. "Uh, yes, that's me--Ahhh..." He sneezed, politely covering his mouth, and mumbled in dismay at the sprinklets of mucus that had gotten all over his hand. "Yuck."

"Here," said Diplo, fishing a handkerchief out of his lab coat pocket, handing it to Edwin. "Now then, if you'll follow me, please."

And with that he turned, flicking his large bushy skunk tail, and plodded off down the hallway. As he did so, he gave Edwin an unobstructed view of his hindquarters, complete with what had to be the biggest ballsac Edwin had ever seen in his entire life! He followed the taur, wiping off his hand as he did so, and was then led into a sizable examination room. Diplo gestured at the examination table, and Edwin dutifully hopped up onto it, sitting on the edge, legs dangling.

Unthinkingly he offered Diplo the handkerchief back. The doctor, busy jotting something down on his chart, briefly looked up with one raised eyebrow, before Edwin realized his mistake, and, with a nervous smile, kept the soiled handkerchief.

"So," Diplo said finally, "what seems to be the problem, hmm?"

Edwin sniffled. "Uh, well, I think I have a cold, Doctor," he said.

"Well, we'll just see about that," the skunk replied matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean?" Edwin asked. "Of course I have a cold, I mean, look at me. My sinuses are all congested, my nose is runny, I cough a lot..." He paused to do precisely that, again covering his mouth.

Diplo smiled with warm sympathy. "Well, like I said, we'll see. In the medical profession, we don't like jumping to conclusions."

The squirrel blinked, but nodded dumbly. He then watched as Diplo finished writing something down and then set the clipboard on a nearby countertop next to a notepad, and pocketed his pen. He then took out an otoscope and shone it into Edwin's pointed ears, and just as Edwin was about to ask what his ears had to do with his nose and throat, Diplo and shined it inside of the squirrel's nose.

"Lots of snot," the skunktaur said, squinting as he looked inside.

"You mean mucus," Edwin corrected him, wishing this guy who start acting like a normal doctor.

"I mean snot," said Diplo with a chuckle. "I mean, let's call it like it is, eh, Mr. Grimaldi? Now, open wide."

Edwin opened wide and said "Ahhhh" as the skunktaur invaded his mouth with a tongue depresser, shining his little instrument inside and examing every nook and cranny of the squirrel's mouth and throat. Finally he retracted and tossed the otoscope and depressor onto the counter a little carelessly. Edwin even noticed that the tongue depressor left a little trail of his own saliva on the linoleum. Now Diplo made a big show of pulling on some latex gloves, flashing his patient a wry smile.

"Strip," he said.

"Wha--?"

"You heard me," Diplo replied. "I want you take off your shirt, pants, everything. And before you ask, I just wanted to do a physical on you while you were here, just to be on the safe side. After all, this is my first time seeing you."

Edwin was liking this less and less and started to get off the table, having decided he wanted to see a different doctor. Preferably one who didn't give him the creeps. However as he attempted to get up, the skunktaur's large paw pushed him back down gently.

"Take it easy," he said soothingly. "Relax, Mr. Grimaldi, I'm not going to bite you. Now, do as I say and take off your clothes, please."

With a grumble, Edwin hurriedly began undressing, starting by kicking off his shoes. Then he pulled off his V-neck sweater and shirt, and as he went for his pants he noticed that Diplo was watching him a little too closely. Nevertheless he did as he was told, figuring the sooner they were done, the sooner he could get out of here. So he shimmied out of his pants and his boxers, kicking them off until he sat there, nude except for his red and blue socks.

"Good, very good," Diplo said, and then he licked his lips. One of his massive hands came down and felt the squirrel's thin chest, obviously feeling his heartbeat - and making Edwin wonder what the stethoscope was for, then. "Hmm, heartbeat is normal, but a bit quick. You're a bit nervous, aren't you?"

Edwin nodded. Then, to his dismay, the hand trailed lower, down over his flat stomach, which it caressed. "Hey, what are you doing?" he cried.

"Sshhh," Diplo hushed him, leaning in close to his patient, or as close as he dared, given that Edwin had a cold.

The massive paw then slid down between the teenaged boy's legs and Edwin gave a startled cry as the big fingers fondled his genitals, thumb and forefinger probing into his sheath and the rest of the fingers cupping Edwin's balls. Edwin wanted to resist, and tell the doctor to stop it, but it felt surprisingly good. Besides, he was used to being felt up at the gym by the customers - not to mention the other employees - so this wasn't too out of the ordinary for him, but still, this was the last course of action he would've expected from a medical professional!

"Are you sure you're a real doctor?" he asked.

Diplo chuckled. Apparently he got asked this a lot. "Well, that depends."

"On what?"

"On precisely what your definition of a doctor is," Diplo replied.

Edwin was confused. "Doctors heal people," he said, sniffling some. He groaned softly and soon his pink squirrel cock hardened and grew, sliding up and out of the sheath, where Diplo immediately gave it a good fondle.

"And aren't I making you feel good?" Diplo asked. Edwin only managed a weak nod. "Then yes, I am a doctor."

Some precum oozed out of the squirrel's cocktip, and Diplo smiled and rubbed it away with his thumb. The molestation of the teen's privates continued for a few more moments before Edwin gasped hoarsely and his locked up, cock twitching and squirting ropes of squirrel-cum onto both his belly and Diplo's gloved hand.

"Ah, good," said the skunktaur. "Everything works just fine down here, I see." He then released the squirrel's genitals.

Edwin was in a daze. Picking up his chart the skuntaur quickly wrote some things down with a wide grin, then tossed it away and pulled the latex gloves off.

Clapping his paws together, making Edwin jump in the process, Diplo said, "Now then, Mr. Grimaldi. Time for my diagnosis. The big moment, if you will."

Shaking away his post-orgasmic stupor, Edwin turned and looked at him, blinking.

"Well," said Diplo, sighing and fixing his tie, "I'm of the opinion that you have a cold, Mr. Grimaldi."

Edwin coughed, looking incredulous. "No fucking duh!" he said, looking extremely irate. "I told you that when I came in here!"

"Who's the doctor here, me or you?" Diplo asked, glaring a bit.

"Uh..." Edwin trailed off, his anger fading into uncertainty.

"I thought so. You don't decide what you have. The doctor does. And that's me."

Edwin just nodded a bit. The big taur had a point, after all, but still, what did any of that have to do with the "examination" he'd just been put through. He would've asked, but Diplo went on speaking all of a sudden, jotting something down on his notepad.

"I recommend lots of bed rest, in a warm and snug place," he said.

"What, no medicine?"

"Rest IS the best medicine, Mr. Grimaldi," Diplo said with a smirk, and tore off the piece of paper, handing it to the squirrel. "You need a vacation, more or less."

He handed the paper to Edwin. In the doctor's nearly illegible handwriting it said everything Diplo had just gotten saying, albeit very abbreviated: "Rest. Lots. Someplace warm and snug." While Edwin was reading it he failed to notice Diplo rising up so his forepaws were planted on the end of the table. When he glanced up from the paper Edwin found himself staring at the skuntaur's bellyfur, framed by his front legs, with Diplo's unaroused sheath and heavy balls a foot or so away. He gasped and looked up, to find the upper half of Diplo towering over him like a colossus. Diplo merely smiled down at him.

"Ready for your vacation, Mr. Grimaldi?" he asked.

"I, uh--" Edwin stammered, dropping the "prescription," sending it fluttering to the floor.

"The ayes have it!" Diplo cried triumphantly.

Then to Edwin's amazement the huge taur climbed up onto the examination table with him, standing over him, making the table noisily creak under the doctor's massive weight. Edwin was forced to lie back as Diplo's lower belly bumped against him. Before he could react, Diplo's upper half bent down and his large hands gripped the edges of the table, and his even larger, but surprisingly soft, forepaws scooped up the unresisting squirrel. Edwin was just too confused to even try and think of getting away at this point. The left forepaw cradled the squirrel under his lower back while the other took hold of his skinny legs and began guiding them down the underside of the taur's body. Starting to wheeze in terror, Edwin looked down and his eyes widened as he saw his socked feet touch the edge of Diplo's sheath, and, to his simultaneous horror and amazement, the "lips" of the sheath slowly parted, and his feet slid right inside.

"Hey, wait!" Edwin managed to cry.

"Now, now, Mr. Grimaldi," Diplo said with a grunt, "you need a vacation. Doctor's orders."

He began guiding Edwin down into his sheath, the squirrel watching in openmouthed awe as his long legs vanished bit by bit down into the moist, warm tunnel. He could feel something hard occupying the sheath with his legs, obviously the doctor's cock. As he squirmed his legs rubbed against it, making Diplo groan deeply in pleasure, and by the time Edwin's butt bumped against the rim of the sheath, his skunk-cock was already begin to slide out. It was, like the rest of Diplo, large. Large and thick. It erected and rose before Edwin's wide eyes, sliding out from the sheath he himself was already halfway inside, its rock-hard length sliding over the squirrel's comparatively thinner form, leaving streaks of precum until it was fully emerged, and sat propped on Edwin's left shoulder, thick globs of pre oozing out and down his back.

Suddenly Edwin felt a tugging sensation on his legs, and let out a startled grunt, and at the same time he felt Diplo's giant left forepaw pressing on the back of his head, attempting to force him down. Edwin grunted again and shook his head, and instinctively wrapped his arms around the skunktaur's huge cock. This earned a chuckle from the doctor.

"Oh, I see you want to take the shuttle bus, do you, Mr. Grimaldi?" Diplo said.

He mmmed and licked his lips, then closed his eyes and grunted, starting to flex his cock in a very ominous manner. Edwin suddenly realized what he was doing when he felt himself sliding down again. At first he thought that the ravenous sheath's suction was overpowering him and he was sliding inexorably down the shaft as one might slide down a fire pole, but what was actually happening as the cock was retracting! It was sliding back into the sheath, and it was taking Edwin with it!

"No, wait, please," Edwin blubbered, but then, his waist was taken in, the "mouth" of the sheath gulping over his hips, pressing his cock against the base of Diplo's. The cock was still sensitive from his earlier orgasm, and in response to this the squirrel moaned softly. It felt good all of a sudden. Could it be he was actually enjoying this?

Despite working at a gym where customers and employees consumed one another all the time, Edwin himself had never partaken of any vorish antics. He still remembered how terrified he was the day Chad ate his "friends" Lawrence and Greg, and how he almost wound up taking a trip down the wolf's hungry cock. Ever since then, he'd learned to tolerate that kind of thing when others were doing it, but had avoided ever participating in it because he was too scared. Now, though, as he was slowly being pulled into this bizarre doctor's sheath, he was amazed at how good it felt, having the slick warmth creeping up his naked body, and he started to understand the appeal.

Thusly he ceased resisting at this point. He didn't let go of the retreating cock, though. He held onto it tightly, letting it guide him in as he squirmed and moaned. He was suddenly jostled as Diplo started bucking his hips in an apparent effort to get his meal down quicker, and Edwin assisted by wriggling in lower as much as he could, by now up to his chest. Between his squirming and Diplo's thrusting, the lips of the sheath slid over the squirrel's shoulders and up his thin neck in mere seconds.

"That's it, Mr. Grimaldi," Diplo said with a groan, still gripping the edges of the table. "Get plenty of rest and lots of fresh air. Well, plenty of rest, anyway."

Edwin sniffed, gulping as the wrinkled sheath lips started up over his chin and the sides of his face, the heat from within beginning to wash over him. His nose still stopped up meant breathing in the skunktaur's sheath was going to be difficult if not outright impossible, but there was no turning back now. He didn't have much say in the matter at this point anyway. So he just decided to grin and bear it. Or, more accurately, he just held his breath and whimpered in delight as the moist sheathlips slid over his face to the crown of his head.

Diplo took care of the last of his patient by reaching down with his forepaw and planting it on the top of Edwin's head, all of him that was still showing, and pushed. All of Edwin and all of the skuntaur's cock disappeared down into the hungry sheath. For a few moments Diplo remained where he was, panting softly, then, slowly, he got down off of the examination table.

"Ah, enjoy your vacation," he said, his sheath gurgling a bit. "Doctor's orders."

He chuckled and then began tidying up. First he gathered up Edwin's clothes and stuck them in a laundry hamper down the hall. Then he returned to the examination table and tidied it up a bit. He threw the "prescription" he'd handed Edwin, and which Edwin had dropped, into the waste bin, along with the used tongue depresser. He then began cheerfully organizing his new patient's files before taking them to the record room, so he could get ready for his next appointment.

The End