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CW for readers: slight descriptions of post-coital pain, references to prostitution, and a sexual relationship between a doctor and his patient. You've been warned.

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I returned to my mother's house feeling like absolute shit. I ground my canines together while fighting through the pain, no longer simply dismissing or ignoring it after walking all the way from the town docks. It wasn't just post-sex discomfort. It radiated in waves from under my tightly curling tail and grew with every step.

Still his concerned yet stoic self, Darren guided me onto my living room couch, only for lightning bolts of pain to burst up my back side. I yipped and hollered in discomfort.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...!" I snarled while laying back. "Motherfucker."

Darren stepped away. "Sorry, Noah," the rugged canine muttered.

"Not you! That gator prick from earlier!" I said between deep winces. "Ack! I think he bruised my prostate black and blue..." I let out a panting whine, then groaned as I kept staring up at the ceiling and the concerned wolf who escorted me. "By the way, Darren, thank you...for helping me get back here."

"It's the least I could do." He gave an apologetic smile before grabbing a multi-colored quilt for me from the recliner facing an empty TV stand. Then, my most loyal customer and friend stormed into the kitchen to fill a glass of tap water. His voice echoed in from around the corner. "If it makes you feel any better, I am definitely gonna convince Paula and the others to get you the best damn premium TP off the conveyer belt!"

"They'd better," I chuckled, only to wince hard when moving myself anything but horizontal made the pain flare up. "I...I literally just worked my goddamned ass off."

Darren briefly snorted at my attempt for a joke.

"I'll go ask Doc if he can come over and check up on you," he suggested, setting the water on the coffee table. He scooted it close to arm's reach. "I bet he'll tell you to take it easy. And frankly, I think I'd have to agree with him on that."

"Hopefully, it's just cramps," I said, leaning over to take a sip of water, then place the cup back and ignore the throbbing ache. "Ngh! Hopefully."

"You need anything else?"

I shrugged. "Not really. I can handle making dinner myself later."

"Sure thing...And hey, Noah?" Darren cautiously leaned his grizzled muzzle down to plant a firm kiss between both of my folded vulpine ears. He patted the back of my head while doing, then stepped away to give an earnest smirk. "Ya did a good job today. Ya did a really good job today, kiddo. We owe you one, this whole town."

I tried hiding the blush creeping up my cheeks. "It was no...no problem," I said without looking him in the eye. "You have a good night. Tell...Tell your wife I said hi."

"Will do," he replied bemusedly, then went around the living room corner. Then, I heard Darren let out a short laugh. "Speak of the devil, he's already here!" The door audibly opened. "Your patient's ready for you, Brian. I take it ya heard the news?"

"You betcha, Darren," I heard a deep baritone voice reply. "You have a good night, alright?"

"You too, Bri. And stay safe!"

I heard the door gently close, followed by heavy footsteps that entered the living room. I beamed tiredly up at the bovine dressed in old jeans and a buttoned-up plaid green shirt. Patchworks of repaired tears and fixed holes covered by different fabrics sewn together were visible all over the aged shirt.

"Evening, Noah." He smiled back as he placed a backpack on the semi-barren coffee table. "I hope you haven't been overworking yourself lately?"

"Well..." I winced though when I tried sitting up, and I shook my head. "Not really, Doc. No more than what I usually do."

"Except for today," he pointed out. "I didn't get to see everything that happened on the docks, but I could hear bits and pieces of it."

My eyes widened. "You did?" I let out a low groan, muttering, "So much for privacy..."

"If it makes you feel any better," he offered, "I think most of the townsfolk are just grateful that once they get the parts set up, the papermill will be able to make toilet paper again. They have you to thank for that."

"Doesn't change the fact that I'll be pimping myself out to that gator merchant each time he visits to trade," I muttered. "Maybe even his crew. It's gonna be such a pain in the ass..."

"Speaking of which," Doc cut to the chase, chuckling again. "Would you mind turning over and pulling down your pants and briefs? I'll need to have a look at your prostate."

I reluctantly complied and gritted my teeth as I twisted my body around to lie on my stomach. My muzzle turned away from the pillow at the end of the couch to face the opposite wall, and I gripped the hymns of my jeans and underwear, only to curl my raised tail and freeze in place. Doc noticed my hesitation almost immediately.

"Don't be bashful, Noah," he flatly stated, but did give me a sympathetic smirk. "Like this isn't the most embarrassing state of undress you've been in front of me."

I scoffed, "Or under you. Dirty old bull."

Said bull snorted in amusement. "Please, 'Mr. Dirty Old Bull' was my father's name," he said, and my molten-hot ears caught the sound of him putting on rubber gloves saved for such an occasion. "Call me Brian. Now, can you relax yourself back there while I check?"

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Okay, Brian..."

I peeled my jeans and undies down past my butt and allowed the bull to examine me.

Being Yankton Valley's only remaining physician, Dr. Brian Ames knew literally everyone in town like an old friend. He helped us so much during the first few years after the Collapse, keeping the residents as healthy as he could with limited resources and tools. He also operated as a haberdasher, the mortician, and a part-time pharmacist whenever hunters or scavenging parties managed to find the ingredients he needed to make certain prescription pills.

Hell, for certain specific ingredients or home remedies, he even sometimes consulted with Aurora Carpenter, the weird self-identifying witch who used to sell palm readings from her house. With concepts like money and mortgage payments kaput, the badger refocused her time solely on cultivating the garden in the public park. From what Brian shared with me during our...intimate doctor visits, that didn't mean he was eager at first to take on an apprentice from someone who taught her cubs to always question modern medicine.

Thankfully, everybody trusted him enough to consider his advice gospel. I especially recalled nights where my mother visited his office once a month for checkups, and she had been the type of vixen to always avoid spending more money than she had to. Like everyone else in town, Doc accepted reasonable payments in the form of traded goods or services he needed.

I only hoped my ass would be in the condition- "Ow!"

"Sorry! I'm sorry! Keep breathing for me, Noah," he cooed soothingly. "Going slower now. I promise it'll only be a minute." The bull awkwardly cleared his throat. "So, how have you been doing?"

Inhaling and exhaling through both nostrils, I decided to play along with his attempt at distraction. "I...I'm good," came my tense reply. "Y-You?"

"I'm doing quite well," he answered. "There's hardly been flu or colds all year so far."

"G-Good...to hear." My rectum began to relax, somewhat. "A...And y-your cousin, Ned?"

"Ned's doing well," he said. "He and Zoey managed to find more copper wiring for their collection. They're hoping to smelt down enough for a new pipe."

His knuckles brushed up against my ring, and I fought down the urge to growl.

"So, how...how's the a-apprentice?" I asked next, winced a little hard, then tried remembering the name of Aurora Carpenter's youngest daughter. "Her name-Ngh! Fiona?"

"Ms. Carpenter is doing really well," Brian replied. I imagined him being an excellent multitasker, based on his casual tone while examining me back there. "Very astute at her age. She's back at the clinic doing inventory. It's a real shame that medical school doesn't exist anymore."

The discomfort lessened enough for me to make a joke.

"Has she tried convincing you to use her mom's magic potions?"

"Not really," Brian said. "And don't joke about their beliefs like that."

"Sorry, Doc," I apologized. "You have to admit though: it sounds like the start of a punchline."

"She's learning very fast, actually," he commended her. "I think Fiona would've made a great nurse in another life. She has good memory and amazing bedside manners. She's even memorizing the names of medicines without any trouble-"

Someone at the door knocked. Doc Brian beat me to the punch by mumbling, "For fuck's sake..." He turned to me, then slowly pulled his fingers out while taking off the gloves. Did I just see spots of dried blood on it? "Wait here, Noah. I'll answer it."

I complied with his orders and lay on the couch, waiting. I heard the ball turn the corner for the front foyer and opened the door. The gist of the conversation was that a couple of the local hunters wanted to visit me for 'something', only for Brian to matter-of-factly inform them I couldn't take any customers for a week at least.

That certainly caught my attention enough for me to roll my pants back up and then attempt to stand, only for a jolt of pain to shoot from my rectum and up my spine.

The Doc found me lying sideways on the couch when he returned.

"Did I hear what I think I heard?" I asked dryly.

He grimly nodded while cleaning up, tossing the used rubber gloves into a plastic bag.

"Shit...How bad is it exactly?"

"Everything back there appears fine, but you do have an acute anal fissure a little deeper." The bovine doctor turned to rifle through his backpack. "Best advice I can give is to have smaller meals with high fiber. Also, I implore you to take it easy for a week. No clients during that time."

"No clients?" I echoed his words.

"If ya wanna give out handies and blowjobs, I can't stop you," he explained with complete honesty, "but I have to ask you to draw the line at anything involving intercourse, Noah. Your rectum needs to heal properly. I'm telling you as a doctor and your friend."

I let out a frustrated groan. "Alright, Brian...No customers."

"Excellent!" He set down a pill bottle and emptied at least a dozen individual tablets into a tiny plastic bag. He set it down alongside the glass of water. "Besides that, I'm recommending at least one warm bath every day before bed. Also, take two of those pills each morning you wake up. If you're not feeling any pain after waking up, then hold off until ya do."

"Thank you," I said. "If you want, you can take a few cans out of my pantry-"

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll put it on your tab." Before turning to leave, Doc did step forward close enough for me to see the bulge hidden underneath his old jeans. I could almost smell his rich musk through the fabric. "Though I wouldn't mind visiting you again for a checkup, to see how you're doing. If you're feeling all better and I give ya a clean bill, I can think of a few ways you can pay me back."

I glanced up at his facial expression as I gently placed a paw on his crotch. The heartbeat pulsing against my palm made it clear how much he yearned for company. I saw it in how the older bull closed his eyes in momentary relief, subtly flexing his concealed manhood against all five fingers. The temptation to unbuckle his belt was strong.

"Do you accept payment plans?" I asked.

"All kinds," he slowly answered, humming. "It can be as slow-going as you need it."

I offered a coy smile. "How about credit cards?"

The Doc suddenly let out a boisterous laugh. "Not since the world ended," he admitted, and gently pushed my paw away from his crotch. Concern replaced the hunger in his eyes. "In all seriousness, Noah, take good care of yourself. Don't overexert your body more than it needs to. You've already went above and beyond for this community, and you deserve some rest."

My tail wagged against the couch. "Thank you, Brian."

"No problem, kiddo. You have a nice night." The bull lifted his backpack up and prepared to leave (but not before adjusting himself down there). "I'll see you in a week!"

I started to drift off on the couch just as I heard the front door close shut. Then, loud knocking interrupted the silence. Still feeling so sore back there, I eyed the bag of ibuprofen and swallowed two of them before drinking from the glass of water. Before long, I answered the door after limping a few dozen steps, praying to God that Brian just wanted to say one more thing. Unfortunately, the man at the door wasn't a bull, but a coyote I recognized as one of the town's hunters and part-time scavengers.

"Heya, Noah!" He triumphantly held up a worn plastic bag filled with carrots and cucumbers. "Would you mind if we...?"

"Sorry, TJ," I said while closing the door shut, "but I'm not accepting any clients for a couple weeks."

Disbelief crossed the coyote's face. "But-"

"Doc Brian's orders. Sorry."

I locked the door for good measure and ignored further knocking from TJ. I almost considered taking that warm bath that Brian suggested when I heard further light pounding on my front door. Another regular customer, this time a married gardener. It seemed that the Yankton Valley rumor mill wasn't enough to inform everyone that my services were temporarily closed to all the men in town.

After politely telling the married man to come back in a couple weeks, I locked the front door again, then reminded myself, "I really need to get an opened-and-closed sign."