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Part 14: Check In

Sneak Peek

Sylva woke up the next day in Magnus’s bed and spent the morning riding his cock, but that wasn’t anything new. Magnus wasn’t really into it, more or less just getting rid of his morning wood, but he did let Sylva shower in his personal stall. When he was done taking a hot shower, he was surprised to find someone other than Krux coming to pick him up.

“Sylva?” The bull guard that had taken him to see the warden was standing there, his dark eyes non-committal with how they scanned the halls and not looked at him.

“Yeah,” Sylva confirmed as she continued to dry his inner ear with his towel hanging from his shoulders. “I mean, we met yesterday.”

“You must be mistaken,” the bull’s voice was deep and warm with the slightest rasp. “I was at my post all day. Now come with me, it’s time for your physical.”

“What?” Sylva furrowed his brow. “I didn’t order one?”

“You’re unique,” the bull answered. “You are going to have monthly checkups.”

That’s when it occurred to him. Sylva had been in this prison for a fucking month already. One of many more in the years to come, but still, a month none the less. A strange sense of accomplishment washed over him as he rested his towel around his shoulders and crossed his arms. The motion pulled his scrubs closer to show his hourglass figure as he gripped his elbows. For some reason he thought he was here longer, but hearing the fact he had been here for such a short about of time didn’t crush him, it built him up.

Not many people can say they became the bottom bitch biscuit for a prison lord in less than a month. It wasn’t really pride, nor was it excitement, just a strange sense of ease. All his life he had felt like he was falling behind, and sure, on the outside he was, but in here…he didn’t really understand the feeling, but he felt like he was where he was supposed to be “career wise” inside the prison.

“Now hurry up,” the bull snorted and put a hand on his back between his shoulder blades. That mitt was massive, the fingers calloused from heavy lifting. “We’ve got a schedule to keep.”

Sylva just nodded, his shoes hitting the ground in double-time compared to the bull’s boots and their long strides. They came out from the cells and out into the processing rooms Sylva had started at and then was buzzed out into the hall. There the guard brought him to the front desk where Theo was sitting.

“Hey there Jett,” Theo, the badger gave him a nod. “Bringing the fresh meat to her physical?”

“You got it,” the bull named Jett nodded with a grunt, his powerful frame was corded with muscle, his uniform not doing him any favors with how it hid his curves, but by the look of the veins on the backs of his hands and how they snaked up his arms, he was quite the dedicated lifter. “Can’t believe my tax dollars are going to keeping this scum healthy.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Theo looked at Sylva with a sly smirk. “Can’t do the time if you’re dead, right? Best to keep everyone healthy around here.” With that Theo gave Sylva a wink.

The possum smirked, knowing he wanted another piece of this ass, and he sure as fuck didn’t want to catch anything in the meantime. Sylva’s eyes fell on a picture of his wife and kids, his eyes narrowing into something a bit more cocky.

“How’s the family?” Sylva asked and Theo blushed.

“Now you don’t be bringing them up, ya hear,” Theo chided Sylva like a child as he scribbled down their information to log the exchange. “You just focus on doing what you do best in here and stayin’ healthy.”

“And what is it that I do best?” Sylva smirked, his tail lazily swaying behind him, his hands going to where he should have had pockets to bunch up his scrubs and pull them taught against his signature Cheeks.

“Whatever you’ve been doing to get such good marks and referrals,” Theo deflected and pulled up a clipboard with a series of checks. Most of them were in notes on good behavior, but not all of them were good. Sylva figured Magnus had a hand in that. He probably didn’t want him getting out early on good behavior, but he didn’t need Sylva being put in solitary.

“Got it,” Sylva gave him a wink and crossed his arms, putting his elbows in his palms. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to improve.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll let you know,” Theo finished his scribbles and pressed a button, the metal doors opening before letting them through.

“Come on, get a move on,” Jett pushed his back a bit harder with his hand, causing Sylva to stumble, but he quickly caught his stride. He gave Theo a look over his shoulder, but the badger never looked up. Maybe he gave the photo of his family a glance, but maybe Sylva was just imagining.

Sylva made it down to the medical ward and was brought into a room where a doctor was waiting for him. He was a young otter, tall and toned in his own scrubs, though a rosy pink to differentiate him from the inmates, and he wore a white lab coat.

“Sylva?” The Otter asked, offering a hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Doctor Colt, and I’ll be your physician going forward.”

“I…oh,” Sylva blinked and took the otter’s hand, his fingers warm to the touch and soft. He had to be one of the softest things he had touched in a long time. Normally he would feel the calloused hands of men gripping him in odd places. Not that they were given lifting gloves to keep from ripping their palms apart when they worked out, so the soft hands of a man who works at a desk was a nice change of pace. “So, what happened to the mouse before?”

“Doctor West already has quite the workload,” the man gave a warm smile, but a sudden brush of his thumb over the back of Silva’s palm sent up some red flags. Sylva was never a big fan of doctors, mainly because they were so confused by his cboy, or more clinically, algiztic anatomy.

Before Sylva could think too much about that touch, the Doctor let go and gave him a beaming smile. “I was brought on because of your unique physiology from the other inmates.”

“Oh, because I have a pussy?” Sylva cocked his head.

“I wouldn’t use the word ‘pussy,’ but if it makes you feel more comfortable I can certainly say that instead of vulva and vaginal canal when I’m checking on those, but I meant about the other aspects of what you are.” Doctor Colt pulled a clipboard from his oversized lab coat pocket. “Bloodwork and hormones are very different with how they operate in an algiztic verses a typical female or male’s body. The basic principles are the same, but the ranges are wider. You don’t just have ovaries after all. You have one ovary and one internal testicle. We don’t want to mistake you being pregnant or miss cancer on a screening simply because you fall in different ranges.”

“Oh…I never really thought of that,” Sylva admitted. He also thought it best not to say he didn’t know he had a testicle. He thought he just had a normal set of ovaries.

“Yeah, not much on your medical records, but you’re young,” the otter smiled and gestured for Sylva to sit on the exam table. “We’ll get some blood, check out your physical condition, just to start building a regular blueprint. If I deem it within the range of normal, we can limit these visits to quarterly instead of monthly.”

“Oh, that sounds good,” Sylva was confused what he meant by quarterly. Did that mean three or four months? He had to use his fingers if he wanted to figure that out. But there were twelve months, so he might have to use his toes as well…

“Go on, get on up and we can get this show on the road,” Doctor Colt slapped his ass with the back of his clipboard. It might have been a bit harsher than he meant because it stung and made his cheeks jiggle. Sylva didn’t even give a yip. He was used to grab ass around here by now.

Sylva sat up on the examination table and lazily kicked his legs back and forth as Colt looked him over, the otter using one of those lighted funnel things to check his inner ears and nose. Checked his breathing and pulse. The usual stuff, but it felt more…handsy than it should? Maybe Sylva had gotten used to everyone gripping him that any touch felt odd, but it was strange. It felt intimate with how he cradled his wrist to take blood pressure, the way his fingers lingered on his neck and shoulder when looking in his ears, how he cupped his muzzle open when looking at his tonsils. Then, when he was checking his breathing, he asked him to remove his shirt.

“Oh, okay,” Sylva wasn’t a stranger to taking his clothes off, so he did it without thinking and tossed it on the ground. His lithe form on full display. Colt looked at him with his brown eyes, his stylish updo keeping his hair pulled back as he looked him over without touching him. His fingers hiding the sly grin he had with a motion that looked like deep thought. Sylva clocked him then.

Colt was a young pervert doctor looking to get with his patents. Sylva always felt like guys who became gynecologists were such perves. Not that Sylva would say no, Colt was kind of a young stud in the making. He looked almost like a beach model despite the scrubs doing nothing for him, though the toned neck and peak at pecs from the “V” collar was telling on how he kept in shape. But taking free clients might not be a good idea, especially if Magnus found out.

But no one said he couldn’t drum up some business, right.

So when Colt came closer and pressed his stethoscope to his chest, Slyva took his wrist.

“Oh, sorry, is it cold?”

“Yeah,” Sylva brought it up to his mouth and gently breathed on it, the soft wisp of breath fogging the metal for a brief moment as he brought it to his chest. Colt’s fingers seemed to be shaking, a single bead of sweat rolling down his brow as Sylva kept eye contact with him. Colt’s eyes darted down and away.

Coward. I could eat them for breakfast.

“You know, Colt,” Sylva smirked as the doctor winced, the sound reverberating from his chest making him hurt and pull the scope away. “I do have something you could look at that’s been bothering me.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?” Colt was putting on a professional face, but Sylva could tell he was hot under the collar. He bet he could look down and see a tent in those scrubs.

Sylva took Colt’s hand and slowly moved it down his chest, his fingertips running through his downy fur and lower, lower, and lower, his fingers bumping over the possums multiple nipples before reaching the hem of his scrubs.

“OH my,” Colt pulled away.

“Oh goodness? Is something wrong?” Sylva asked innocently.

“No…I just…um…” Colt’s face was red.

“What? You only ever work on dead bodies before?” Sylva hooked his thumbs into his scrubs and pulled them down to show he had no underwear. His peach lightly bruised and slightly gaped. Colt blinked hard as Sylva dangled his scrubs off one ankle. “You going to need to check this too? Nice and warm.”

“Oh, um…I was just supposed to draw blood…” Colt was sweating bullets.

“Got awfully handsy for someone who only needed to prick me with one needle,” Sylva smirked. “You want to stick me with more?”

“No god, I mean…I…”

Sylva looked at his pants and sure enough there was a trouser snake in there. He lifted his foot and tenderly let it ride up between the young man’s legs. He jumped back.

“I’m sorry if I gave the wrong impression. I just…I…I mean I needed the money and…I thought…I was going to…I mean…”

“Calm down Colt,” Sylva crossed one leg over the other. “I’m only messing with you.”

“I…” Colt was still flustered before he nodded. “Yeah, I’ll get your blood and you can…um…get your next client.”

“Client?” Sylva crossed his legs harder. “You know about that?”

“I…yeah, I was brought on because of my med school debts,” Colt looked Sylva up and down. “I just need you to…um…rest your arm like this.”

Sylva was confused, a cold sense of dread filling him. Did Magnus really have the power to control people outside and bring them into the prison? He contemplated that while Colt took his blood and bandaged his elbow. The possum gave a little wince at the tightness of the bandage and was pulled from his thoughts.

“There, all good,” Colt nodded and took the blood vials. Sylva hadn’t even noticed him put the needle in his arm. “Time for us both to, um…get to work.”

Sylva had his suspicions of the young doctor, but he didn’t feel like they were all that hostile. If he was so in debt he was working in a prison like this under Magnus’s rule, then he couldn’t afford his services. Maybe that’s why he got so uppity about his teasing, because he couldn’t afford to heap more onto his debt.

“Alright, I’ll let your client—”

Colt was cut off by the door being opened and Jett came in.

“I ain’t waiting any longer for you to play grab ass Doc,” Jett rumbled. “I heard you were done. Get out. I don’t need an audience.”

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