Getting a Physical
A soldier back home on leave volunteers to help one of the locals.
A soldier back home on leave volunteers to help one of the locals. As you do.
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"Getting a Physical," by Rob Baird
"Oh, what a coincidence!"
This had been a nonsequitur. Technician, Fourth Grade Abe Klein cocked his head while he tried to determine what coincidence the doctor had found when she asked about his hometown. "You're from Duluth, too?"
"Well... no. I have a cousin who moved there. Or it might've been Minneapolis, now that I think about it. It's really not such a coincidence after all, is it?" The poodle's smile was breezy and cheerful, as it had been since his arrival at the doctor's office. Casual conversation--trying to put him at ease--made somewhat more complicated by the fact that he didn't know the woman at all.
And that he'd been stripped down to his boxers, and every touch made him keenly aware of that. "It's a bigger city. But I guess your standards are probably different, ma'am."
The poodle--Dr. Pellerin, though she'd suggested 'Faye' was better--had a faint but recognizable New York accent. "Very true." She felt over his neck, fingers pressing through the shepherd's thick fur with deceptive strength for the daintiness in her touch. "What do you think of New York, Sergeant Klein?"
"You don't have to call me that," he reassured her.
"You don't have to call me 'ma'am,' either," she answered at once, paw still tracing over his throat. "Did you like the city, Abe?"
"I didn't get to see much this time."
"Oh. You should, though. If you ever want to be more familiar with the city, I can show you around."
"I appreciate the offer, ma'am--Faye. Just, ah... I was trying to get home, you know? Penn Station was pretty well enough New York for me, fighting my way through those crowds to get to my platform. Thought I'd miss it, and I hadn't seen my parents or my kid brother in almost a year."
"I know that must be hard for you. My brother wanted to get out of the apartment for years. Hold still, please?" He did the best he could while she prodded at him. "He was excited to leave, and he sounded excited all through basic training, from his letters. But he was the same way--took the first train he could. Got back here so exhausted, well, I thought he'd fall asleep right there in the hallway. Had to come across the whole darn country..."
"That's so? California?"
She stepped back, picking up the clipboard with his chart on it and making a few notes. "And before that, Pearl Harbor. He does something with aircraft carriers... 'flat-tops,'" she added, looking over the clipboard to give him a bright-eyed wink from behind her glasses. "That's what they're called. He was in Japan. You're... oh."
"Is something the matter, doc?"
"If I'd looked better, that would've been the coincidence. Let's take your pulse." She leaned forward, and her touch was distractingly warm. Sensing that, perhaps, she kept talking. "Your last evaluation was in Darmstadt--that's the coincidence."
"Yes..."
"And you're a German Shepherd. Do you speak any German?"
"Ein bisschen. That means 'a little.'"
"More than a little German Shepherd, though," she teased, writing his pulse down. "There's a lot of you, but it's all very healthy, so far. All six feet, four inches. I guess you're not a pilot." Faye gestured at his bare torso, her paw waving to call attention to its height.
"No, ma'am. I drive tanks."
She nodded thoughtfully. Her finger ran along his paperwork until she found what she was looking for. "That explains why they want your hearing checked. And you were healthy while you were over there? No major illnesses?"
"Not even a cold."
"No."
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
Faye put her paw on his chest, patting down his ribcage. "I think that's healthy, if you ask me. So don't start, if you can help it. You feel good..."
So does that. But that wasn't what the poodle meant, and Abe had too few clothes on to let his thoughts wander on how the patting almost verged on a caress. "Pop has a thing about it... his cousin set off a grain silo smoking, or that's the story. Whatever the reason, he gets real mad about cigarettes."
"Good for him. A deep breath, please?"
Abe inhaled, and made the mistake of doing so through his nose, where Faye's perfume teased the edges of his brain, and lingered more than he really thought it should've. Quite a bit more, actually.
A tickle built at the back of his throat, and when he coughed lightly the breath that filled his lungs again sharpened his awareness of her perfume. Before he could wonder why that was, though--and as if she'd been spooked--Faye pushed herself away abruptly. "Oh!"
"Huh?"
Her soft ears drew back. "I'm sorry."
"What?" Her demeanor had changed dramatically, and Abe wasn't certain what had happened. "What are you sorry for?"
"I'm supposed to be off, but Dr. Hall is sick. I was hoping it wasn't that bad yet--I'll try to speed things up. Sometimes it can be difficult to judge how quickly you're going into heat, but if I'd known..."
Surprise flattened the shepherd's own ears, and beat discretion to his muzzle. "You're in heat?"
Faye blinked rapidly. "That's not why you gasped just then?"
"No. I had to cough. Uh--it's not--I don't mind." He fumbled for a way to make the conversation less awkward. "You can be in heat. It's fine. None of my business. It happens to everyone. Um. Well, not everyone."
"No, not everyone..."
"I didn't notice. I swear. You can take your time." And, at the moment he said it, Abe fully meant his reassurance. When Faye sighed, and stepped close enough to continue her examination, he was able to manage for nearly half a minute to continue his failure to notice. True, her paw was quite warm, and her fur soft enough to feel, but she was just being professional...
Quite professional, considering she couldn't have been any older than the shepherd. The glasses made her a bit bookish--but comely, with that well-groomed silver pelt, and those fetching hazel eyes. Like they could've been back in high school, his gaze testing the limits of chasteness as he looked her over in the library.
Actually she bore a bit of resemblance to his schoolmate Margaret Corning. She was a mutt, technically speaking, and Faye was far more elegant, but they had the same demure irresistibility... the same lilt in their voice... and of course, the week before he shipped out Maggie had come to say goodbye: found him putting things away in his family's shed, and that shyness slipped along with her--
"Are you still okay, Abe?"
"Yes. Doing fine," he blurted quickly. "You? All fine?"
"About as 'fine' as you are." Her gaze flickered, and faltered, and Abe knew without having to check that his boxers were betraying him. "I guess I'll be honest, first. Would..." Her voice had gone very soft--a hearing test all on its own. "Would you mate with me?"
He swallowed dumbly. "You're in heat."
"That's why I'm asking. We could. Here, if you wanted." Her fingers traced an idle circle in the shepherd's pelt. "You could have me right here."
Long months of abstinence, and the straining heat in his underwear, had to be forced into obedience before he could talk. "But we've just met. And I have to leave in a couple days. I mean--I'm a soldier, and... and..."
"I know. And handsome... strong..." She seemed to be working her way closer, so that her words didn't have to carry. Every breath he took now made her state clearer to the shepherd. "Someone who could end my heat right now."
"And when I go back to Germany?"
"You could picture that 'girl back home' starting to show? Think about the child you put in me... wonder if he'll have your eyes... and remember what it felt like to make me a mother. If you--do--do you want..."
"I'm holding myself back, Faye. Trust me, I want to take you on this bed. But that's your heat talking. You could go. Go home, calm down..."
"I could."
"Or if you want..." He held his paw out towards her, palm up. "But you need to choose."
Faye looked towards the door, and then back to the shepherd. Her muzzle opened for an unsteady breath, and a few attempts at words that she abandoned. A short sigh--and then she put his paw on his. Abe gripped the poodle, tugging her close in a swift jerk. She fell into him, meeting the larger dog's muzzle in a helpless kiss as fierce as it was sloppy.
He reveled at the pressure of her lips, and the supple warmth of her body in his arms. For a brief spell he simply enjoyed her surrender. She was panting hard when he pulled free, and nosed the silky fur of her floppy ear. "This is what you want?"
A nod.
His voice lowered. "You want me to claim you? Pound you until you're tied?" More nods at each question, shakier every time. He pulled Faye onto his hips, grinding forward to meet her. "Know what it's like to have this inside you? You want that?"
She pushed him away. Abe didn't even have the chance to wonder if she'd changed her mind: he was close enough to feel her wriggling, her paws pushing her skirt down. And her panties, with scant more effort. And if the poodle's scent hadn't been subtle before, now it was all but overpowering.
He heard himself growl. Heard Faye gasp a yelp of surprise at the shepherd's strength when he shoved her down and onto the bed. That had been no more conscious than the ease with which he joined her, settling over the smaller dog's body. His boxers were gone--he'd slid them off without thinking of that, either.
The important thing now was breeding her. They both knew that. Even if she'd yelped, Faye's legs spread readily to take the young shepherd between them. And even if he'd been hesitant, the moment he felt his throbbing shaft bump into the velvet fur of her well-groomed pelt he hitched his hips up in a searching, reflexive buck.
Shaky fingers gripped his cock, guiding him into place. As he nudged heat-slick warmth Abe bucked a second time, spearing forward, and two solid inches pushed inside the poodle, driving an oath from her dainty lips. "God! Oh--oh, my God, Abe..."
And, after his name, she kept murmuring, but his thoughts were entirely on her sex, snug and wet and clinging to the contours of his shaft. He thrust with a deliberate jab that sank his thick endowment in a little more than halfway, leaving her shuddering.
Past that point he knew he'd have to work for it. Both her arms were wrapped around him, paws unable to meet behind the dog's back, and it shouldn't have been any surprise that the contrast was just as pronounced where her lips strained around the veiny bulk impaling her.
But she'd asked, and he wasn't about to disappoint. He made his way deeper in a short, sharp rhythm, each plunge stuffing Faye fractionally more full of girthy shepherd cock. Her eyes rolled back, and she opened her muzzle, and that was the moment Abe drove in as hard as he could.
Her cry vanished in the paw clamped over her nose. Abe himself was panting, hilted deep in the almost impossibly tight fit of her body. She hadn't managed the knot yet--it wasn't even a distant thought to either of them--but he growled into her ear, low and husky. "You wanted it," he reminded her.
By the time he let her go to pant and whine and nod her answer to the shepherd, she'd mostly adjusted to his size. Abe tugged himself most of the way free, then drove back, and as the shepherd's hips began to pump between her spread thighs in a firm, heavy tempo the admission was significantly more shared.
He wanted it. Wanted the wet, clenching pressure of her cunt seizing on every inch of him. Loved Faye's heady, gasping moans when she took him; when his broad paw fondled her chest, squeezing harshly through her blouse. Relished the sense of dominating the poodle--the way his weight held her in place, fixed her for the thrusts pinning her shuddering hips to the bed. Craved her musky scent, filling his muzzle as he powered into her.
He'd had other girls before. Without protection, even, Army regs be damned. Knotted a couple; heard them cry out when the big shepherd bucked and groaned and flooded them. But they hadn't been in season, or they hadn't been canines and it couldn't take. This was different. Proper. Purposeful.
She was in heat. Months of deprivation, and when he finally climaxed he'd plant every pent-up spurt right where nature demanded: not just spending himself but claiming her womb. She was ready--needy--and he was going to have her. Going to tie her, keep her diminutive, willing form safely under him while they both felt the strong male putting his litter in her.
Abe snarled, and before he could stop himself he was pounding into the poodle, ramming her into the sturdy bed. His shaft hammered deep at each stroke, her stretched walls squelching to accept him as he rutted her hard. Badly muffled squeals--she was biting down on her paw, jerking with the energy of their rough coupling--filled the room.
If anyone cared, Abe was beyond concern for them, all but beyond concern for anything but his own need. Heavy lunges buried his length with shorter and shorter retreats. His swelling knot pushed at Faye's lips, and the weighty sack swinging to slap lewdly against her started to draw up taut.
The poodle's eyes widened. He knew the look--the it's not gonna fit look as that throbbing bulge fought for entry. And with a grunt he held her shoulder down, keeping her in place, and put his muscular body to work. He forced his way in further, further, until a glint of more than apprehension crossed her features--
And they both sank heavily into the bed, with the big shepherd's knot locked in her and his tip digging deep in sodden, fertile pussy. Faye's muzzle worked, wordlessly, but all that escaped was a squeak before Abe felt her grip him. She clamped on his cock, even as the tie kept spreading her wider and wider.
Faye spasmed and squirmed beneath him, and as release swept her Abe lost the last of his own control in a handful of sharp, urgent thrusts, and a groan at the shock of his own orgasm. Muzzle drawn back with it, he froze save for the twitch of his shaft. He felt the first pulse distinctly, racing up his length and spattering into her in a jet of canine seed. That alone all but filled Faye up, could've done the job on its own...
If he'd stopped. But he didn't. Mind blanked in pleasure, Abe pumped her pulsing, welcoming folds with spurt after long, thick spurt. He emptied himself greedily, rich seed painting her womb in sticky ribbons of his musky essence. Firm, instinctive humps slid him over and over through a slick, building mess deep inside her that bathed first his tip and then the rest of him in gratifying heat.
Tense above Faye, he could only grunt with the ecstasy not just of climax but of impregnating his willing mate. She wasn't much more coherent... but he saw the look of telling satisfaction spreading over the poodle as the virile shepherd's copious semen did its work in her heat-saturated body, and the last weakening splashes left no doubt she'd been thoroughly bred. Afterglow brought with it the drained, sated bliss of answered biological drive.
And for her, judging by a careful squeeze, and a full-body shudder, the realization of what the shepherd's knot was for. Faye relaxed, sighing happily. "Thank you..."
Abe was still trying to recover--it had been far too long, and he'd let his hormones get the better of him, and there was no way he hadn't done exactly as she'd asked. For that matter he was still locked deep in the poodle, still pulsing intermittently with his fading peak, and that--
"Will I... I--I know I... said I understood, but..."
--had yet to assert any feelings of regret. "But?"
"Will I see you again?"
"Well. The ships always come back through New York."
"That's a yes? When your deployment's over?"
He licked the poodle's nose, and favored her with a gentle kiss. "My parents can wait a few days. I should... get more familiar with the city. Right?"