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The saber-toothed otter opened the door to the clinic and stepped in out of the late-morning sun. A little bell rang as the door swung open and shut. He looked around curiously at the reception room, taking in the sights. It was basically what he expected: assorted chairs, tables, and a receptionist's desk built into one wall. A pair of male velociraptors sat on a couch reading magazines, and there was a zebra on the far side of the room idly scrolling down his phone.

There was just one thing that was off about the room: The huge window built into the wall directly across from the entry door, which allowed a direct view of the doctor's exam room. And not only that, but a direct view of the exam table itself. It was a disarmingly simple construction: Padded surface with a strip of paper to lie down on, solid base, steps that could be pulled out of someone needed a bit of help getting up to it. And two stirrups, already out and in position, which would hold a patient's legs up and apart so that the doctor could work on what lay between them. The table was facing the window; if someone was on it with their legs in the stirrups, then anyone in the waiting room could just glance up and get an unobstructed view of the patient's whole package; anus, balls, and dick.

Jon gulped, both nervous and sort of excited, and walked over to the receptionist's desk. Feeling painfully self-aware, he tried to walk casually. It was a struggle; he'd never put thought into what casual walking even was before now.

The receptionist was a slim, well-dressed wolf, who looked up with a cheery smile as the otter approached. "Hello! Do you have an appointment?"

"Uh, yeah. Three-thirty."

The receptionist looked at his computer, scrolled down a few times with the middle mouse button, then smiled and looked back up at the otter. "Jon Sanders?"

"That's me!" The otter managed a half-hearted smile, trying to be as cheerful as the receptionist seemed to be.

"Ok, I'll get ya signed in, and the doc'll be out to get you in a few minutes. In the meantime, feel free to take a seat."

"Yeah." Jon was getting a bit more nervous now. He wondered if the exam room behind the glass was the only one they had here. Part of him hoped so, and part of him really hoped not. Sitting down in an s-shaped plastic chair with a grey cushion, he stared into the exam room quietly. It was his first time here, transferring from an older clinic that was being refurbished. He'd be able to transfer back when the refurb was done, but until then he'd had to find another provider.

He'd gone with this clinic; newly opened, near his house, good price, and it had had over a dozen very positive reviews. The resident doctor was very polite, friendly, and efficient, as was the rest of the staff, if the words under those big, yellow five-star ratings were to be believed. Of course, none of the reviews had mentioned the fact that the exam room was very much visible from the waiting area. The closest they'd come to that was one little blurb that had mentioned the clinic as having a "pleasant, supportive atmosphere".

'Pleasant and supportive... what the hell does that even mean?' Jon asked himself, staring at the shiny steel stirrups.

He didn't have to wonder for long. The "staff only" door swung open with a quiet squeak, and a fur wearing a white lab-coat, bow-tie, and stethoscope stepped into the waiting room.

Well... "fur". There wasn't a single patch of fur on his body; or scales or hide, for that matter. What the creature appeared to be covered in was black, rubbery skin, stretched thin over his chitinous exoskeleton. He was very tall and his head was elongated and topped with a shiny dome. A long, black tail was wrapped around one of his arms; the blade at the end safely covered by a plastic case. He wasn't wearing pants at all, just the lab coat, but that didn't really matter since there didn't appear to be anything hanging between his legs; he probably had a slit down there that was well-camouflaged.

The doctor was a xenomorph. Not an unheard of species, but extremely rare.

The xeno looked around the room curiously. Despite lacking eyes, or really the entire upper half of a typical face, he seemed quite capable of expressing emotions with his mouth alone. "Jon Sanders?"

"That's me!" Jon raised his hand and stood up.

"Good; it's nice to meet you!" The xenomorph stepped toward him, his hand outstretched, and the otter took it and gave it a firm shake. "I'm Dr. Lothair. That's my 'first' name; I have no 'last' name. A lot of people trip over that."

It was definitely a he; the voice was masculine and he seemed to present as a male. And the xeno was pretty personable, too. He had a friendly, affable quality that defied his alien exterior.

"Shall we head on back and get started with your exam?"

"Yeah, lets."

Lothair led Jon out of the waiting area and into a sort of antechamber with four doors. One to the waiting room, one which was labeled "emergency exit", another which clearly led into the backrooms of the clinic, and the final door, which could only lead into the exam room. The only other things there were a scale and a small metal table.

They stood there for a few minutes, the doctor quizzing Jon about his diet, and if he was on medication for anything, and so on. When finally that wrapped up, Lothair spoke the words that Jon had known were coming but that he'd been rather worried to hear: "Alright, Mr Sanders, can you please undress completely and hop on the scale for me?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." His heart racing, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Laying it on the table, he worked off his shoes and socks, before finally unbuttoning his pants and pushing them and his underwear down his legs. With those off, he was left totally naked in front of the doctor. The cool air of the clinic swirled around his body and in between his legs, making him feel even more exposed. His brown-furred balls and limp dick hung flaccidly between his legs, swinging back and forth whenever he moved.

Feeling painfully self-conscious, he stepped onto the scale.

Lothair noted the otter's weight. "Excellent; you're right at the healthy weight for your age." He looked up at his patient and smiled. "So, shall we get started with the exam proper?"

"Uh... sure..." The nervousness was very audible on the otter's voice, and he couldn't help but glance at the the door to the exam room with an unhappy expression.

The xeno smiled softly. "Hey, I know, ok? The way we do things at this particular clinic are pretty unusual; it's natural to be uncomfortable. We find that people are more comfortable with their bodies when we do semi-public exams; get folks used to the fact that other people can and will see them naked, and that it doesn't matter. No one is going to judge you for it." He patted the otter on the back. "And if you want to call off the exam here, we can do that right now."

Jon took a deep breath. There weren't many people in the waiting room, and he wasn't terribly uncomfortable at the idea of other people seeing him naked. Plus there weren't very many other health providers in the area, and rescheduling his exam would be such a pain... "Alright, let's do it." He smiled sheepishly at the xeno.

"Great, follow me, please." The xenomorph pulled open the door to the exam room and stepped inside, holding it open for the otter with a friendly smile.

Taking a breath, Jon stepped into the room, compulsively turning his head to look at the window and see if anyone was ogling him. For a moment, no one was. The wolf looked up briefly, smiled, and then looked right back at his computer. Then one of the raptors looked up at him, and didn't look away. He nudged the other raptor, who also looked up at the naked otter. Together, as if on cue, they smiled. Not mean or spiteful smiles, but instead rather amused.

"Alright, Mr. Sanders, if you'd please hop up on the table and put your feet in the stirrups, we can get started with the exam proper."

"In the stirrups?" Jon turned his head to look at the alien, who smiled and nodded. He wanted to look back out through the window, but he was afraid that if he saw the raptors watching him he wouldn't be able to bring himself to get onto the table. Taking another breath, he turned around and sat down on the edge of the padded surface, then scooted himself back on the crinkling paper until he could lay down onto it, making sure to stare at the white-tiled floor the entire time. Laying his head back, he hesitated for just a moment before putting his feet up in the stirrups.

He'd done it, he was on the exam table, which he hadn't thought would ever be a struggle. He did his best to make himself comfortable, scooting around a little on the annoyingly loud paper covering. Hearing a sort of snapping sound off to his right, he looked over and saw the xenomorph pulling a pair of white latex gloves out of a box on the counter. He casually pulled them onto his six-fingered hands, the latex stretching noisily as it was stretched over those slim black fingers, before finally snapping them at his wrists.

The xenomorph retrieved the stethoscope from around his neck and held the little buds up to the side of his head. He had no ears, so he had to hold the buds against his auditory nerves along the side of his head as he gently breathed on the chest piece before gently pushing it down against the otter's fur, right over his heart. He listened for a few seconds before smiling and removing it. "Sounds all good in there, Mr. Sanders."

"Good." The otter murmured self-consciously. Unable to help himself, he looked back through the window, between his spread legs, and blushed madly. Looking back were all three occupants of the waiting room. The two raptors were giving his rear an appreciative look, while the zebra seemed busy enjoying the sight of his placid penis, one hand gently squeezing the bulge in his shorts.

At the very least, the receptionist seemed not to care. Probably because he was treated to this kind of view all day.

The saber-toothed otter's cheeks grew warm as he blushed again, turning away from the window to watch the doctor as he pulled open a drawer and pulled out a blood pressure cuff. Nonchalantly walking back over to the table, he wrapped it around Jon's arm and pumped it up before looking at the reading. "Looks good to me." He murmured the number to himself, then walked over and scribbled it down on a sheet of paper on the counter.

The alien then stepped back over to the table and began to gently palpitate the otter's stomach, feeling around for anything amiss. Finding nothing, he went up his chest and felt around there. When he had also completed his sweep of that area, he gave the otter's nipples a few quick pinches to get them hard, observing their reaction.

Jon grunted gently in surprise; that certainly wasn't a normal thing for a doctor to do. But Lothair just continued on as if nothing had happened, and so the otter didn't bring it up.

The next place that the xenomorph examined was his groin, though.

He felt a gloved hand close around his flaccid penis and lift it up so that the xeno could get a better look at it. He tilted his dome from side to side, inspecting Jon's circumsized penis from various angles and vantages. He slid a goved finger over the bared head to assess its texture and sponginess, then he rubbed a thumb over the urethra, pulling it open for a moment to have a look inside.

The otter grunted again, this time in pleasure. Despite his situation, the doc's deft handling of his shaft was starting to arouse him a little. He looked through the glass again, and found that not only were the three other men still watching him, they had shifted the orientation of their chairs to facilitate easier observation.

By this time the doctor had moved on to Jon's balls, rolling them between his gloved fingers as if testing their weight and fullness. He pressed against them gently with his gloved fingers, looking for hernias, then moved on to his final target: the otter's ass. Kneeling down between Jon's legs, he used to fingers placed on either side of his hole to gently pull it open, looking into it while humming thoughtfully. "Well..." He said, standing back up. "Everything looks good so far..."

Jon brightened up at that; hopefully he'd be able to get off the table soon and put his clothes back on.

"... But I'll need to take a closer look at your anus before we wrap up."

Jon clenched his teeth nervously as the xenomorph peeled off his gloves and tossed them away before snapping on a new pair. "Don't worry, it's just standard procedure for an exam here." The alien smiled gently at him again. The thump of his footsteps across the floor as he went over to a cabinet and withdrew a bottle of lubricant seemed deafening.

Jon's face was now stuck in a permanent blush. He was embarrassed beyond belief, but somehow his penis just refused to get soft despite that.

"So, Mr. Sanders, have you ever taken anything up your rear before?" Lothair asked calmly as he popped the cap off the bottle of lubricant and squirted a generous dollop out onto his fingers. He set the bottle down as he began rubbing his hands together, the latex squeaking nosily as the watery lubricant was slathered over it.

"Uh, like...?"

"Oh, fingers, sexy toys, perhaps another man?"

"Uh... Yeah. I finger myself pretty regularly, and I have several casual partners..."

"Good, good. I hope you use protection and good judgment, yes?" The question was serious in nature, but the alien looked quite amused as he walked between the otter's raised legs once again.

"Yeah, I do." Jon assured him, nervously observing as the alien reached a gloved hand out and pressed a single slickened finger against his anus. The otter's breath caught as the cool jell was rubbed against and around his anal ring, making sure the exterior was nice and slick. Outside, the raptors and xebra were watching with rapt attention, and now even the raptors had began reaching down to work themselves through their pants.

This line of observation was abruptly cut off when he felt the doctor's gloved pointer finger begin to press into his ass. Being well-practiced, Jon's pucker allowed it to slide in quite smoothly. He exhaled just a little bit as he felt it slipping into him, then looked down at the doctor past his own unflagging cock and heavy balls. He watched the man as he worked, although he couldn't actually see what he was doing, just feel it.

The gloved finger wiggled around a little inside him, then began worming to and fro until it found his prostate. "Ah..." Jon sighed a little, his breathing growing heavier as the gloved digit probed around that little spot inside of him that he was so intimately familiar with. Stroked it. Worked its way around the pleasurable nub, slick lubricants squeaking and squelching as the otter's hole was gently stretched by the busy finger.

"Your prostate seems quite healthy upon initial examination," Lothair reported, apparently pleased, "now we just need to test receptiveness..." He pushed his finger directly against Jon's prostate, making the otter gasp and see stars. A bead of precum formed on the tip of his penis, and then rolled down towards the base, leaving a sticky, shiny trail.

The xenomorph chuckled; "Yeah, that's about the reaction I'm looking for. Nice and receptive in back." The finger drew out a ways, back down to the second knuckle. It began tugging at his anal ring, gently working around it while pulling at the sphincter.

Jon quickly realized that the alien wasn't actually stretching it though, just testing how tight it was.

"Ooh, and it looks like you're enjoying this, too!" The xenomorph said amusedly, pausing in his fingering to take a look at the otter's painfully erect shaft. "That's also quite good; I'll make sure to mention it on your chart."

By now the otter was sure that he'd never stop blushing. Even if he got a new doctor, they'd see what Dr. Lothair had written about him, and the thought made him want to melt into the floor.

As if he could read his mind, the doctor reassured him, or, rather, he attempted to: "Don't worry; I know plenty of doctors. We've all seen much more embarrassing and less medically useful things that the tightness of a patient's anus or their propensity for getting an erection during an exam."

Jon didn't find that terribly reassuring, but he appreciated the thought of what the doctor was trying to convey.

The gloved finger stopped pulling at his sphincter and slid back into his rectum, curling and rubbing at his anal walls almost thoughtfully. "I'd say your anus is five of ten in regards to tightness, with one being the lowest and ten being the highest. You obviously have some experience, but you're not overly stretched out or relaxed yet. It doesn't mean anything directly for you; your hole would still be in perfectly fine health even if it was a one or a ten, but it gives us something to work with in case, say, something got up there that needed to be gotten out."

"Alright then." Jon nodded curtly, acknowledging the remark. Finally, it seemed like the exam was drawing to a close. But Dr. Lothair's latex-clad finger was still deep inside him, curling and rubbing playfully. "Uh, are we about done now, doc?"

"Yes, but you seemed to be enjoying this, and I didn't want to disappoint you if you were having fun." Lothair smiled down at him again amusedly. Drawing his finger out of the otter's well-lubed anus with a sort of shlick sound, Lothair again peeled off his gloves and threw them away, moving out from in front of Jon to do so and clearing his line of sight back out to the waiting room. His cheeks burned as he saw those three other furs looking in at him, still stroking themselves through their clothes. But now, for some reason, he felt rather proud of himself. Those strangers weren't judging him, in fact one of the raptors gave him a wink, and the zebra flashed him a quick thumbs-up.

Finding himself smiling, Jon gave the audience a little show by clenching and unclenching his pucker, making the shiny, slickened star wink at them. Their lips parted in amused smiles, and for the first time, the otter found himself smiling back. So this was what the blurb about a "pleasant, supportive atmosphere" had meant. It was actually kinda nice.To his surprise, Jon found himself wishing that the exam would go on longer so he could give the others more of a show. Looking over at what Lothair was doing, though, he found that he had no such luck. The xenomorph didn't put on another pair of gloves, instead taking a few tissues from another box and then using them to wipe down the otter's shaft and backside, cleaning away the pre and the lube.

When that was done, Lothair stepped back and smiled at him. "All right, you're all set! We don't need a semen sample this time, although I suspect that you'll 'extract' one yourself when you get home."

Despite himself, Jon chuckled. "Yeah, probably." He took his feet down from the stirrups and then hopped off the table, following the xenomorph out of the exam room and back into the little antechamber. As he clothed himself, the alien asked how his exam had been, and he got the feeling that he wasn't just being asked about the doc's bedside manners. "Well, it was definitely less... professional than what I'm used to." The otter admitted. "I was pretty embarrassed at first, and I stayed that way through most of it. But towards the end there, when you were just kinda fingering me for the heck of it, I was really warming up to it all. I liked being on show for the others, out in the waiting room."

Lothair nodded understandingly "Yeah, most people come around to that viewpoint after a while. Once it becomes clear that you're not being judged for being naked and showing it off, a lot of people really start to like it. If you come back, in about six months, then I'd be all to happy to do your exam again."

"Are you going to take a 'semen sample' next time?" The otter asked amusedly.

"Sorry to leave you hanging like that, it's our policy here to not bring the patients to climax in their first examination. Being on display like that is embarrassing enough; we don't want to push it too far."

Jon nodded. "I understand. But, now that you know what my boundaries are..." He smirked suggestively.

The xenomorph smiled placidly right back, his professional facade only slightly broken by the twitching of his lips that suggested that a matching smirk was just barely being concealed. "When it's about time for your next exam, we'll send you an online form to request information. A lot like the one you filled out at home this time. But there will be some... extra questions at the bottom. Would you like a happy ending, a more thorough prostate examination, things like that. If you have any questions about the terminology, feel free to send me an email."

"Will do. Thanks doc!"

"Take care." The alien smiled again, raising a hand in farewell as the otter, with a content smile on his face, pushed open the door to the waiting room and walked towards the exit. Everyone was back to what they'd been doing; the raptors reading magazines, and the zebra scrolling on his phone, innocent as anything. Well, not quite... The raptors' eyes flicked up to Jon as he entered, momentary grins flashing across their muzzles before they once again engrossed themselves in their magazines, and the zebra smiled at his phone for a moment as the otter passed, although his eyes too were up, not down.

As he walked out into the sunlight, Jon found himself looking forward to his next examination.