The Doctor, is IN
The Doctor, is in.
Today, has been an extremely good day. As I write this, I can't think of any other day where I've been so fortunate to have such a patient in my office! I need to begin with a clearer background story, I think, before I get into the actually aspects of what occurred today. Let me start again....
My name is T. J Cooper, and I am a koopa living in the southern part of the mushroom Kingdom (a little oasis right around the koopihari desert, actually nice place lots of sun and tasty fish to catch- but I digress) I lay claim to being the best doctor in those parts. (The only doctor you see, so my claim isn't quite unjustified). Mostly, my patients are residents that have had the misfortunate to run into the two furry faced brothers in emerald and ruby clothing. Bless their hearts, I know they have good intentions, but sometimes I wish they could be gentler about the way they go about things. I mean, bopping goomba's on the head, chucking fireballs all over the places, and the other day, I had a patient who was nearly beaten to death by a raccoon tail! I mean REALLY now!
But again, I digress. I should make it clear here and now, that I am not, am NOT good readers, a member of the koopa troopa army, nor have I ever been affiliated as such. I am a kind, loving koopa, I am a medic, and a pacifist. Pain is not on my list of things to accomplish when I awaken every morning. That being clear, I am visited by all sorts of creatures, and residents of the mushroom kingdom, those with our so called- king Bowser, and those against. Never the less, I treat everyone and anyone whom shows up on my doorstep, and today, I received quite a shock.
Now normally, I leave my office (a rather large three roomed grass hut, one room serving as a waiting room, the other an exam room, and the third room is for all my spare equipment, notes and what not) looking for a bite to eat around noon, or 11ish or so. It's usually a very busy morning, koopa's, goomba's, even a few of those nasty little short tempered bob-ombs, pop their round ebon heads into my office. So around lunch time, I'm usually staved! Today, however, the load was particularly light. I was only given a Rex with a cold, A Rocky Wrench who had a tummy ache, and a Kuribo Goomba that managed to get athlete's foot. -But that was it, surprisingly enough.
After that very short morning, I walked outside and a managed to find some absolutely scrumptious bananas, some Yoshi berries, and a few fresh fish. A rather terrific lunch, if you ask me. Never the less, I walked back into my office and Laura (a female toadette that works as my secretary) nodded her head towards my office- which meant someone had poked their head in while I was out. The door on my office had a small sign that most of the time, and very rarely did it change, a sign reading; "The Doctor, is IN. Today, upon poking my own head into my office, I was almost shocked to see an actual, real live Yoshi, sitting on my little white exam table. Now, normally, to the best of my knowledge, Yoshi's didn't get sick. No, generally speaking, Yoshi's managed to be the healthiest, most physically fit creatures that were about, so what one was doing in my exam room baffled me for a few moments. We stared at each other, while a slow grin broke out on both our faces (although, his was far more nervous then mine was)
He was a deep blue in color, that bluish color in the sky just before the sun set, you know the one I'm talking about, with a pair of thick, red boots, the traditional saddle, and a pair of deep, brown eyes. To be honest, he was cute. I mean, all Yoshi's are "Cute" you know, but this one...well.
So, I walked in, casually slipping off my shell (I honestly, never liked wearing those things-and hey, some Koopa's don't, ok!?") and slid on my lab coat, and strolled over to him. He glanced at me curiously and I nodded my head.
"So, what are you in here for?" I asked, cheerfully as possible. He smiled at me again and shook his head.
"J, just a check-up. I feel, a, absolutely fine, b, but you know, b, better safe then sorry. " I chuckled. Nervous little guy. He was pretty young, I didn't know much about the aging habits of Yoshi's but I was sure this one must have been a teenager. Not that it mattered much. I was curious to know why this Yoshi was out here, far from the island, talking to me in my hut, but I didn't ask questions. No, I wasn't going to pry, instead I nodded my head. Sure, he wanted a check up, that was understandable, and respectable. I nodded my head again, and reached into my pocket, pulling free a small tongue depressor (As if it was going to depress THAT thing) and told him to open wide.
Last time I EVER do that again. All koopa's have heard stories of Yoshi mouths and their endless tummies. bad koopas. mean ones, whom did violent things. Not all of us were violent and vicious and worked for Bowser, but all of us had heard what happens when a koopa ticked off a Yoshi too far. Still, he was a patient and I wasn't going to be away, just because his gaping maw was capable of swallowing me whole in one single gulp. I edged forward, gathered up my courage, and peered inside. Nothing out of the ordinary, in fact, no super long coiled up tongue, like I always thought resided inside of a yoshi's muzzle.(I made a mental note to check my references on Yoshi anatomy and find out where they kept it, or if the tongue itself extended when extended) Instead, a regular looking tongue, which was slightly a bit redder then normal- well normal for a Koopa, anyway. I pulled a flashlight free from my pocket, tossing the depressor out, and checked his ears (Yoshi's have ears?) and then his nose. He looked fine. I checked his heart, his lungs...he looked great, to be honest-I wasn't done, however. I smiled at him, and he gave me a trembling, nervous glance, but smiled too. The poor thing was scared out of his wits for some reason. A doctor can be slightly nerve racking, but before I could contemplate the matter much further, he suddenly blurted out the answer:
"Your not gonna give me a SHOT, are you?!" He squealed. I almost laughed. Almost. Here I was, treating a patient who could just as easily swallow me whole and be done with it, and he was wondering if I was going to give him a shot.
"Well, you seem pretty healthy so far, but we'll see, alright?" He said, giving him the most reassuring answer as possible. He didn't look very reassured, and definitely didn't look calm, so I decided to try and fix that.
"Shoes, please." I asked, pointing at his boots, which he immediately shooked off to the floor, his tail giving a nervous flicker. Underneath those shoes, I expected to find bear feet, but instead, he was wearing...well...socks.
Socks! Thick, fuzzy, fuzzy FUZZY socks, both blue, like his coloring, but bright, bright blue!! I almost melted at the sight of those big, toes hidden under those soft, fuzzy socks (a secret fetish of mine- I admit) But I didn't say anything. Instead, I slowly eased him onto his back on the exam table, and lifted one of his feet. (Curiously enough, it smelt rather fresh for something that had been hidden inside of a shoe all day long) He tensed and I gently, ran my fingers over the soft, fuzzy sole of his foot, chuckling at his reaction. Just as I had anticipated- he burst into giggles, squirming and wriggling on the bed. I laughed, tickling him further, playfully- a tactic that normally worked on the kids whom I treated every so often. He squealed and kicked, but I held his ankle to my side and drew circles and designs on that fuzzy socked foot of his, until he seemed to giggle himself into submission- I let him go promptly after that and smiled at him.
For a moment- a brief moment, I wondered if he'd get upset with me. I knew of the temperament of a Yoshi (non-existent) And they were pretty easy going, but there was always that chance, that he might hop up and decide to just off me. He smiled back, and seemed to have figured out what I was doing, because he seemed far more relaxed now. I smiled again.
"Alright, lets run some easy tests." I said gently. Soon, I found myself knocking his knee with my hammer, and watching it fly up (Yoshi's had terrific reflexes) And then the tongue test. I wanted to see how far it would extend- again, another thing I will never, EVER ask a Yoshi to do.
My brilliant idea was to use a small target of a banana to see if he could hit it with his tongue. I don't know how long a Yoshi's tongue is supposed to be, but the book I've been reading stated it could get as long as ten feet. I walked to the other end of the exam room (Which was about ten feet) and held the banana up as far as I could from my body and waited. He looked at the banana for a moment, then glanced at me, and shot his tongue out. I barely caught more then a flash of red, but the banana exploded from my paws and when I glanced over, he was nibbling gingerly on the fruit, as if he wasn't sure if he were allowed to eat it or not. (To be honest, it didn't look like he enjoyed the taste) I was terrified. He shot his tongue out over seven feet with pin point accuracy and snagged a small banana from my hand almost casually. He could do that to my head if he wanted to! I smiled nervously. He grinned at me.
The flutter test was next. I heard Yoshi's had incredible hang-time, something I had never witnessed before, but the book claimed they could hover in the air for almost 5 seconds. So, I gathered my stop watch (the small silver one I bought for myself, with the initials T. J inside and timed a jump I had him preform. 7.9 seconds. I was stunned. Again he grinned at me.
Next, was a procedure I hadn't asked him to perform, but it was standard, and I kicked myself for just getting around to it now. He was coming in for a check up...and as such I was supposed to give him a booster shot, since he couldn't tell me when it last one was (I don't think Yoshi's need, nor require booster shots to be honest, but like he said, better safe then sorry.)
I had him roll over onto his tummy, which he did, leisurely lying on the bed as if he didn't have a care in the world- and considering he was a yoshi, he probably didn't. Still, he wasn't going to be happy when I poked that needle into his rump. I imagined I'd get his attention with something else first, besides, there was something else I had to do instead.
I stared, eyes wide, mouth agape. I had turned my back for just a moment to gather some equipment, but now that I looked, I didn't notice before...but...wow. The yoshi, had the biggest, juiciest tail I had ever seen. He was so casual with it, lying it over his backside, the tip flickering ever so slightly, connected to a rather ample set of rump cheeks. Hey, lets face it, yoshi are cute, but they aren't exactly slim when it comes to the junk in the trunk- those big tails need to be connected to SOMEthing, and it was that something I had my eye on. I almost caught myself drooling...and then I couldn't stop myself. I just couldn't!
In my paws, I was currently holding a needle and an oral thermometer, which I promptly exchanged for the other kind of thermometer I had in my office! (I'm a naughty Koopa sometimes, alright?) I approached him slowly, while he was laying on his tummy, eyes closed. He opened one casually, looked at me, and then sat up, and opened his muzzle, having seen what was in my paws. I figured he was just waiting now, till I could tell him he could go home but I wasn't about to let him go. A yoshi! A real live yoshi, in my office, so exotic and different and...a shiver ran down my back. I licked my lips and shook my head.
"Well, that's the right idea, but the wrong area. I wouldn't dream of putting this into a patient's mouth. "I explained. He looked at me puzzled for a moment and I have him a sheepish grin. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a deep, deep shade of red. He was ADORABLE. I chuckled quietly, holding up the thermometer, which was, to be fair, a great deal larger then it should have been. It was a real thermometer, but it was something used for the bigger creatures of dinosaur land- but it was long, thick and smooth, and I found other uses for it.
"Just relax, ok? It won't hurt, I promise. "I said as soothingly as possible, but I think he was far more embarrassed then worried about pain. I rolled him back over onto his tummy and he squirmed, his tail down, his paws over his eyes, his body trembling nervously. I smiled, reaching over to grasp a small jar of berry paste from the counter (Tastes great and makes for a mean lube) And dipped my index and middle finger into it. Lifting his tail with the other paw, I parted his plump bottom cheeks casually, doing my best not to stare at those perfect hips, or round supple bottom cheeks, or thick, wonderful tail. My pants strained with my erection already. I dabbed my fingers over the tight healthy star I found nestled between his cheeks and shivered, finding myself doing something I'd never before dreamed off. Here I was, fingering a yoshi, slowly, surely, and dedicated, he lie there, trembling shyly under my touch, my fingers sliding in easily and quickly, in and out, back and forth, and very soon, the thick thermometer replaced my fingertips, pressing into his round, ample bottom, gently, slowly. I gripped one end of it tightly as it slid it into him, the thermometer covered in that berry paste, making rather lewd squelching noises as I pumped it into him.
I could have sworn I had heard a moan from his other end, but I wasn't terribly sure. To be honest, I was concentrating and exerting my full focus on this task alone, and the task of NOT cumming in my trousers right then and there! The yoshi remain where he was, trembling shyly, plump bottom wiggling helplessly at the thick thermometer inside of him.
"See, not so bad at all, was it?" I asked, finally letting go of the object, allowing him a bit of relief. He nodded his head meekly, and slumped forward again on the bed. I prepped the needle for his booster.
"So, what's your favorite kind of fruit?" I asked casually. A difficult question for a Yoshi, as it turned out. His eyes got dreamy and he got this sort of, far away look in his face, as if it were a question one could never answer. He didn't even notice the shot.
Finally, he claimed apples, and I laughed, and gave his behind a gentle pat, forcing another thick blush from his cheeks.
"Alright then, I think your in excellent shape...err...you know, I never caught your name."
"Azure."
"Azure? My name is-"
"Dr. T.J Cooper...I know. I hear lots about you, your very good. "
"Heh, why thank you Azure. Is that why you choose to come all the way out here?"
He shook his head at this, smiling gently at me.
"Actually, I was on vacation, and I figured before I go out, I should stop by, and you were on the way..." A far more reasonable answer then I could have come up with.
"Well, Your free to go. "I smiled, pulling the thermometer from his rump with a thick pop. There was that deep blush again. He didn't move. I gave him a wicked, yet innocent smile.
"Whats wrong?"
"N, n, nothing..."
"Well...your free to go when you like." I said. He nodded his head- but didn't move.
"Well, err Azure, your...um...I do believe your lying on my tongue depressor." I said quietly. He blinked at me. I smiled innocently, and he shook his head.
"I, I don't think that...I'm...err.."
"Oh, please, I think It's very important that I receive that back. "I said slowly, unable to help the grin creeping over my features. He sat up. There was no tongue depressor- however, he was sporting one thick looking erection that instantly caught my eye. The poor yoshi blushed deeply, whimpering, looking away, skittish, as if he were about to bolt from my office at any second. I grinned, unable to keep my eyes from that big, pink cock bobbing up from between his legs- a result of the thermometer, to be sure. Now I was completely out of control, my fingers moving on their own, reaching out, wrapping gently around that thick dino cock.
"Awww, whats wrong Azure...is it this? Is this what your embarrassed about?" I asked in a soothing voice. He whimpered and nodded his head, gasping in obvious pleasure when I stroked my fingers along the massive cock in front of me.
"Awww, you shouldn't...a very natural occurrence. Lots of creatures get one of these when they get a temperature reading, your no different...your quite normal." I cooed, stroking firmly, up and down, up and down, a small burst of pre shot from the tip. I grinned.
"Are you gonna be alright?" I asked. He whimpered and mumbled something unintelligible
"I...Gonna..." he shivered. I grinned.
"Gonna? Gonna what?" I asked, stroking a bit harder, faster. I must admit, my paws are rather skilled in shall we say....servicing.
"Gonna...Doc..."His voice was a plead. I squeezed hard.
"Tell me...what are you gonna do cutie?" I cooed gently- and he exploded. Hard. All over my hand, me, my lab coat, his tummy, the floor...he was a dinosaur, to be sure, but WOW. He stood there for a few minutes, looking at one and other in disbelief of what just happened, before he bolted from my office. I had to clean up, of course, before I went chasing after him, but by the time I got outside, there wasn't anyone around, and Laura seemed to have gone home early. I had lost him- he was long gone, which to be honest, really sucked.
Of course, that was the afternoon- He returned later that night and well...now...
I smiled, sitting at my desk, and gave a sharp whistle, grinning at the new assistant, who quickly poked his head into the room, a yoshi, blue in color, giving a sheepish smile, looking slightly silly in the bright, white lab coat he was wearing.
"Azure...I dropped my pencil on the floor in front of my desk...any chance you see it down there?" I asked sweetly. He blushed, and turned away, dropping onto all fours, tail raised, bottom in the air as he "searched" for my pencil. I shut the door to my office- and switched the little sign on it which now read "The Doctor- Is out."
You know why? Because there aren't enough Yoshi stories, that's why.