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With that, the Ram moved on to see his next patient of the day, walking in to find a slender and handsome young Stag police officer waiting. "Hi, my name is Magus. I'm sorry for the wait. What seems to be bothering you today?"

"I think I pulled a hamstring chasing a prep," the Stag explained, as he smiled at the Ram.

Doctor Magus nodded slowly, jotting a few notes down on his clipboard, noting his patient's name before setting it aside and turning his full attention to Al. Reaching out, the Ram gently palpated Al's thigh, his touch clinical yet surprisingly tender. A small, thoughtful frown creases the Ram's woolly white forehead as he carefully examines the area.

"I see. Hamstring injuries can be quite troublesome. Have you been experiencing any swelling or tenderness in the area?" The Ram's voice remains level, the same calm, soft tone he always uses with his patients.

There's something almost hypnotic about it, the way it seems to put the patient at ease. Yet there's an undercurrent of something else, barely detectable, a hint of anticipation perhaps?

"With injuries like this, I find it's best not to rush the healing process. We'll want to make sure it doesn't worsen or cause any lasting damage. Do you engage in a lot of running, Officer?" Doctor Magus inquired, his yellow eyes focused on Al's pointed Cervine muzzle, watching for any sign of discomfort or pain.

"Err… Yes, both swelling and tenderness… I run a lot for exercise, but I’ve had to chase more than a few criminals," Al admitted with a grin, proud of the job he did as a police officer. The Stag had taken down a number of big tough predators already throughout his short career, many of whom had been violent and rough males.

The Ram nodded his horned head slowly, his expression remaining impassive even as he gently palpates the area, feeling for any signs of swelling or unusual warmth.

Al winces slightly, and Dr. Magus made a soft, sympathetic sound, patting his thigh before pulling his hand away. "Ahah, I see. Chasing criminals can be quite the workout. It's no wonder your hamstrings are feeling the strain.”

The Sheep Doctor's tone is conversational and casual as he makes a few notes. He steps back, reaching for a nearby drawer and producing a tube of ointment and a bandage. "I'm going to apply a bit of this to help with the swelling and tenderness. It is a herbal mixture I find works quite well for these sorts of strains. And then we’ll wrap it up to help support the muscles as they heal."

Dr. Magus squeezed a small amount into his palm, then gently started to rub it into the injured area, his touch firm but not painful.

There's a faint, pleasant scent to the ointment, something floral mixed with a touch of mint. "Now, while we're here, let me ask about your overall health. Have you been experiencing any other issues lately? Changes in appetite, sleep patterns, mood swings? It's important for me to have a complete picture, you understand." Those yellow eyes watch Al carefully as he works, alert for any reaction, any sign of discomfort or pain. The Ram's expression is open, encouraging, his open friend manner making it impossible not to like the smiling Ram.

"Nope, other than this, I've been fine… Thank you doctor," Al explained while returning the Sheep's smile, the Deer finding himself really liking the soft woolly Ram.

The Doctor continued to work the ointment into that sore spot, his hands moving in slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. The scent of the herbs fills the small room, mixing with the antiseptic smell that seems to linger in all medical facilities. Magus's expression remained neutral, but there's a glint in his eye as he watched Al’s muzzle, "Ah, that’s good to hear. It's always best to be proactive about these things. Though, better safe than sorry, as they say."

He finished applying the ointment and started to wrap the bandage around Al's thigh. His movements are precise, the bandage smooth and even from his well practiced hand.

"I've been thinking… Perhaps it would be a good idea to schedule you for a full physical. It's been a while since your last one according to your papers? And given your line of work, it's important to stay in peak condition. Wouldn't you agree?" There's a hint of persuasion in Dr. Magus's tone, a subtle undercurrent to his usual soft-spokenness.

He continued to wrap the bandage, his hands steady and sure. But there's a tension in his posture, a slight tightness around his eyes that wasn't there just a moment ago. "A thorough examination, some basic tests… I think it would be beneficial. What do you say?"

The smiling Ram looked up at Al, those yellow eyes locked onto blue, and there's that same hint of anticipation. It's subtle, easily missed by most, but to Al it seems almost palpable. Dr. Magus is waiting for an answer, a decision, but most importantly, an opportunity.

"Well sure I can understand that," Al agreed with a smile, as he got the feeling that the Ram was flirting with him subtly.

Doctor Magus's eyes light up at Al's agreement, a wide smile spreading across his woolly muzzle. He finished securing the bandage, tying it off with a neat, efficient knot. His hands linger for a moment, resting on Al's thigh, the warmth of his touch seeping into the fur even through the layers of bandages.

"Excellent, I'm glad you understand the importance of regular check-ups." He stands, smoothing out his lab coat, his tail flicking behind him in what could be interpreted as anticipation or excitement.

He moves over to his desk, pulling out another clipboard and pen, his penmanship neat and precise as he jolts something down. When he looks back up at Al, there's that same hint of something in his eyes, that undercurrent of persuasion in his tone.

"I was thinking… Perhaps we could do the examination today. If you're free, of course. It would mean I could get started on those tests right away. And I do have the afternoon open…" He lets the words hang in the air, an unspoken question.

There's no pressure in his manner, no insistence… but there's a sense of expectation, a feeling that he's waiting for something. He takes a step closer to Al, his head tilted to the side in that oddly gentle manner of his, those yellow eyes fixed on the Roe Deer's muzzle. The scent of strawberry jam seems to intensify, mixing with the other smells in the room, sweet and slightly cloying.

"What do you say, officer Al? Shall I clear my schedule for you?" There's a hint of a smile on his handsome muzzle, a softness to his expression… but beneath it, there's something else. A sharpness, a focus… a sense of purpose. It's gone in the blink of an eye, replaced by his usual gentle demeanor, but for a moment… for just a moment… it's there. And it's looking directly at Al, waiting for his response.

"Well I had planned to take the day off anyway… so sure thing," Al agreed with a wink, the more he talked to the Doc the more he liked him. The Stag was bisexual and had to admit he was attracted to the handsome Ram. A slow, pleased smile spreads across Dr. Magus's lips at Al's words. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners, a warmth and gentleness seeping into his gaze. He nods, setting the clipboard down on the edge of the exam table.

"Wonderful, then we'll make a full day of it." He moved towards Al, his movements smooth and unhurried, almost graceful for someone with such a soft, fluffy body. He reaches out, placing a hand on the Roe Deer's arm, his touch light but firm.

"I'll start with the basic examination, of course. Height, weight, heart rate, that sort of thing." His hand slides down Al's arm, coming to rest on his wrist, thumb brushing over the pulse point. There's a moment of stillness, eyes fixed on Al's pointed Cervine muzzle as if he is studying his features to commit to memory.

"And then, well… we'll see what else we find, won't we?" The words are spoken in that same soft, gentle tone, but there's a hint of something else in them: A promise?… it's hard to tell with the way he speaks, the way he looks at Al… it's all gentle and kind.

He guides Al to lie down on the table, hands moving with practiced ease, lifting the Cervine's leg, examining the bandage. His tail flicks behind him, a quick, sharp movement that’s at odds with his gentle demeanor. He leans in closer, muzzle just a hairs length away from the leg with the hamstring pull, his breath warm against the fur.

Al lets out a soft groan as his leg is examined, the gentle touch of the Doctor's hand on his fur causing a shiver to run down his spine.

He can't help but tense up slightly, ears flicking back and forth nervously as he looks away, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. Despite himself, he can't ignore the way the doctor's hands feel against his skin… warm and soft, the fur on his fingers brushing against the more sensitive areas of Al's leg.

He swallows hard, trying to focus on anything else but the sensation. "I-I'm sorry, I just… I'm not used to being examined like this," he stammers out, his voice a bit higher pitched than usual. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "So, um, what exactly are you checking for? Is there some sort of… problem you're looking for?"

"There's no need to apologize, Al. I completely understand your unease. Being looked at so closely can feel quite… intimate." He says the word carefully, watching Al's reaction.

"I'm checking for any signs of injury or deformity. As a police officer, it's important to ensure that your legs are strong and healthy, able to carry you swiftly in any situation."

His hands move higher, fingers gently probing the muscles of Al's thigh. "I see no obvious signs of trauma or damage. However, I do detect some tension… Perhaps from your training regimen?" He meets Al's eyes with a kind smile, the Stag relaxing almost at once. "Have you been doing any exercises in particular that might be causing this? I'd like to help you find the best way to relieve any discomfort. A good stretch can work wonders, you know."

Al tenses up even more as the doctor's hands move higher, a soft gasp escaping his lips at the gentle touch. He can't help but squirm slightly, his tail flicking back and forth as he tries to maintain eye contact. "I-I've been doing sprints and… and plenty of squats," he admitted, feeling his blush deepen because the squats had been to make his rump look nice.

"I thought it would help with my stamina on the force, you know?" He shifts his weight on the examining table, suddenly very aware of how close the Doctor is. He can smell his breath minty and clean, and he has to resist the urge to lean in closer. It has been awhile since Al has been with anyone, and the Stag was a bit sexually pent up.

He listens attentively, nodding slowly as Al explains his training. "Ah, sprints and squats… Yes, those can certainly build up the leg and rump muscles nicely. And they do tend to target the inner thigh, don't they?" He pressed gently on either side of Al's groin, feeling him stiffen in response. The Doctor's ears twitch slightly, a sign of the predatory instinct that lurked beneath his kindly demeanor.

"However, it's important not to overdo it, even with exercises meant to strengthen you. Too much of a good thing can cause a negative, such as strain, you see. Perhaps we could try some more… targeted techniques to alleviate that tension?" His voice drops an octave lower, taking on a soothing, almost hypnotic cadence.

"I have some very effective methods for releasing muscle tightness and increasing flexibility. It might be a bit unusual, but I assure you it will be painless… And quite pleasant, in fact. What do you say? Will you allow me to demonstrate?"

His eyes bore into Al's, deep and fathomless. His hands never stop moving, rubbing and kneading at the firm, toned thighs. He can feel the Stag's arousal starting to build and he licks his lips. "Just relax. Trust me to take good care of you. I promise you won't regret it."

"Okay sure thing Dr… I trust you completely," the horny Deer moaned, knowing this was not at all appropriate behavior. And yet he was very attracted to the Doctor, and it had been a long time since he had any real fun.

The Ram smiled warmly, his hands continuing their gentle ministrations as he speaks in a low, soothing voice. "Excellent, I'm glad you feel comfortable with the procedure, Al. Now, I'm going to need to do a full examination, so I'll need you to disrobe and bend over the table."

With little resistance, Al strips down.

Magus can't help but admire his athletic build and toned physique. He licks his lips hungrily, but maintains his professional demeanor as best he can manage. "That’s it, that's good," he murmurs, his hands roaming over Al's furry flesh. "Now, I'm going to insert a gloved finger to check for any abnormalities, is that alright?"

At Al's nod, he slides a lubricated glove on and gently parts the stag's cheeks, circling a finger around the puckered entrance. "You're doing very well. Try to relax and let me work," he croods soothingly as the Stag's breathing quickens when he feels that cold lube on his hot orifice. He slowly presses the tip of his gloved finger inside, stretching the tight ring.

Once his finger was fully inserted, the Ram began to pump it slowly in and out, working more gel around the rim. "That's it, just like that. You're being so good, Al. I'm going to add another finger now." He scissors them, gradually widening the stretch as the Deer pants and moans.

"I know it's uncomfortable, but I need you to bear down, like you're having a bowel movement. It helps me get a better look, you see."

As he speaks, he's already reaching for the speculum, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I have a feeling you're going to need a more… in depth examination. I'm going to need to go even deeper, to make sure there are no other issues. I may need to use my hand, or even my arm, if I have to. But don't you worry about a thing, I'll take good care of you,"

"There’s some discomfort with my anus being stretched," the police officer moaned softly and huskily, plain to the Doctor that he’d been bearing the pain stoically. Something which the Ram both respects and enjoys knowing about the other male, as the Doctor was an aggressive top in the bedroom.

"Ah yes, that's normal. Just relax and try to breathe through it. Let me know when you feel ready for the next step," he said softly, his voice as gentle and soothing as ever despite the lewd situation. He slowly worked his thick finger deeper, past the Stags tight ring of muscle.

"You're doing very well. I know it's an odd sensation but try to embrace it." He crooked his finger, rubbing against that spongy bundle of nerves he knows lies within.

"Does this area feel particularly sensitive to you? I can feel a slight swelling here, it's quite common in pent up males." He presses again, watching Al's muzzle closely for any sign of discomfort, even as he continues to probe and examine.

"It… it's not so new… I've had a male lover in the past," Al confessed as the Ram's fingertip massaged his prostate gland, the Deer's long slender cock already jutting out rock hard.

"I see, my apologies. I assumed this may be your first time due to the initial resistance and your current level of arousal." He doesn't miss a beat, continuing to massage and caress Al's inner walls with his skilled fingers. "But it's clear you are still quite new to this type of intimate exam. Just try to relax and breathe, let yourself feel each sensation."

He adds a second thick finger, scissoring and stretching the passage open. "I'm going to check your prostate, it's a small walnut-shaped gland located on the anterior wall. You might feel a strong urge to urinate but don't push. If there's any discomfort, let me know immediately. I'll go slow."

He curls his fingers just so, pressing firmly but gently against Al's g-spot. "There we go… I'm going to massage it now. It may feel intense but try not to clench, just let it happen. You're doing great." His other hand reaches down to give Al's balls a soothing rub, coaxing them just the way he knows will make them release more seed.

"Aahah… the pleasure button… yes that feels soooooo… Ahemmm," Al whimpered, his erection jerking and starting to leak long silvery strands of pre-cum. As the Ram continued massaging and stretching Al's hole, his fingers sliding in and out with slick, obscene sounds.

His other hand gently cups and massages Al's balls, as the Stag rushed his shapely ass back towards the Doctor. "The pleasure button indeed," Dr. Magus chuckled softly, watching the submissive and needy way the Deer was responding.

"I'm glad you are a male who can admit he enjoys the feeling." He presses again, holding firm pressure against Al's prostate as it quivers under his touch.

"You're quite responsive, I can tell. That's wonderful for your overall health." He leans in, voice lowering conspiratorially. "Would you like to try something to really heighten the experience? I have a small vibrator that would fit quite nicely in your tight passage. It's perfectly safe, just a little something extra to make the exam… more pleasurable for you."

"Yes… Yes please," the Stag moaned breathlessly, as his hot little boi-pussy quivered and squeezed eagerly on the Doctor's latex clad fingers.

"Excellent, I thought you might enjoy that." He carefully withdraws his fingers, giving Al one last teasing press of his prostate for good measure. Al's hole clenches needily around nothing, his body craving more penetration.

Dr. Magus retrieves a sleek, silver bullet vibrator from a nearby drawer and then coats it generously with lube, before he holds it up. It is tiny, but a beast if used properly.

"This will go inside of you now, and I'm going to turn it on to a low setting. You may find your legs shaking a bit, that's completely normal. Just let me know if it's too much." Al nodded his antlered head eagerly, lifting his hips to present his needy hole to the Doctor.

The Doctor circled the slick tip around Al's entrance, letting him get used to the sensations. And then he began to push it in, slowly but steadily burying it within the Deer's puckered anus. Al's tight passage yielded to the vibrator, his velvety walls fluttering and clenching around it. The smirking Ram twists the base, turning it on to a low rumbling buzz.

"Good boy, nice and easy," he praises Al as the vibrator disappears into his hot channel. Once it's fully sheathed, he gives Al's balls an approving pat. "There we are, nice and full. You look very good like this."

"Ahaha… Ahahaaa," the Deer whimpered and writhed as the vibrator buzzed against his prostate, making his cock jump and leak pre-cum onto the exam table. His legs tremble with overstimulation, but he doesn't want it to stop. That long and slender red stag cock dangled out hard and trembled as that vibe buzzed against his gland, sending delightful sensations through his male organs.

"Shhh, I know, I know…you're doing so well," the Ram cooed softly, watching Al squirm and buck with pleasure. He takes hold of Al's trembling cock, giving it a few slow pumps. The contrast of his firm grip and the gentle vibrations has Al seeing stars. His balls feel so full and sensitive, and the buzz against his prostate is driving him crazy.

Dr. Magus leaned in close, his hot breath puffing against Al's floppy Cervine ear. "You like that, don't you? You like me playing with your cute little Deer clit. Such a pretty boy." He rubs the pad of his thumb over the weeping slit, smearing Al's pre-cum over that throbbing cock head. He slid a second, thicker vibrator alongside the first one. The stretch is intense, but Al is so wet and open that it slips in with only a little resistance. Now there are two buzzing against his prostate, sending him into overdrive.

Dr. Magus pumped Al's shaft faster, twisting his wrist as his gloved fist pumped. "That's it, let it happen. Cum for me, Al. Spurt it out like a good boy."

"AHHHH FUCK!" Al screamed as his cock exploded, spilling cum all over the paper covered examination table. The Deer withered and bucked, hips jerking as he rode out the intense sensations of his orgasm. His prostate is milked by those relentless vibrators and he feels like he's cumming forever. The Ram Doctor keeps pumping and stroking him through it, making sure Al empties his balls.

After a minute, the handsome Deer officer goes limp, panting harshly for breath from the intensity of his climax. "Haaah… haahh… oh my god." Al's eyes are glassy and unfocused, his mind hazy with pleasure.

The vibrators finally click off and are carefully withdrawn from within him. His sensitive hole clenching around nothing, making Al shiver in loss, oversensitive and twitching. "Wow… Didn't realize how much I needed that… I feel so much better now, thank you Doctor."

"Ahem, call me Sindri. I'm glad I could help," the Ram Doctor purred, giving Al's softening member a few more gentle strokes with his gloved hand. He releases it with a wet pop, letting it flop against Al's furry belly. "You took your treatment so well, such a good lad."

He reached for the washcloths again, using them to tenderly clean up the cum and lube coating Al's organs. He pays special attention to Al's spent cock and balls, cleaning them with loving care. "You were so tense, I can only imagine how good that must have felt. I do hope it helped relieve some of that pressure."

The Doctor gave Al's balls a little squeeze, making the Deer gasp and chuckle softly. "I could tell you've been holding back for a while,” Sindri added.

After cleaning Al up, the Ram helped him out of the stirrups, letting his legs rest on the edge of the table. "Why don't you stay like this for a few minutes? Let yourself come down slowly. I'm very proud of you." He pats Al's thigh, making the Stag look up at him with newfound interest. "I know that wasn't easy."

Dr. Magus started tidying up the room, putting supplies away and washing the equipment. He talked to Al in a calm, neutral tone once more as he worked. "I'm curious, Al, how long has it been since you let someone else take care of you? You seem like you could really use more of this kind of release on a regular basis."

Al blushed and looked down, kind of embarrassed to admit that it had been months since he had had sex with anyone. "Ahah, honestly Doc? I… I can't really remember. It's been a long time. Too long, apparently."

He shifted around a little awkwardly, his spent cock twitching slightly. Even though he just had an intense orgasm, the Stag started to feel that pressure building again already. His balls are churning, full to bursting. He swallowed thickly, suddenly wanting to spend much more time with his Doctor. "I didn't realize how much I needed this. It's just… it's hard for me to let my guard down, you know? I'm a cop, I have to be tough and in control all the time. I don't really get to be vulnerable… passive, very often."

Al looks up at the Sheep through his lashes, a hopeful look in his eyes. His voice was almost a whisper when he said. "I'm glad I could come to you for help, Doc. It was really… It was really nice. To feel taken care of, even if only for a little while."

He hesitates for a moment before adding, in a shaky but hopeful tone. "I-If you think it would be helpful, I could maybe try to make some time to come see you more often. For this sort of treatment, I mean. I think I would like that."

The Ram smiled softly, his fluffy white wool seeming to glow warmly in the dim light of the examination room. He leaned forward, resting a hand gently on Al's knee as their eyes met.

"I'm very glad I could help, Officer Al. And I completely understand… Being vulnerable isn't always easy, especially for someone in your position. But there's no shame in seeking care, in letting someone else shoulder the burden for a while.”

He turned around and shook his ass a little. “It takes a great deal of strength and courage to open yourself up like this to surrender your person to another." His yellow eyes shine with sincerity as he gazes at Al, his voice is low and soothing.

"And I think that would be an excellent idea for you to come see me again soon. I have some more… intensive treatment options we could explore. Things that might help relieve that pressure, that need, in a more long-term way. Would you like to discuss those with me further?" He reaches out, brushing Al's furs out of his eyes in a tender gesture, touch lingering for just a moment.

"What do you say, shall we schedule your next appointment for… next Friday night perhaps? I have a feeling you'll be needing it." The horny Stag shivered a bit, feeling very nervous as the Sheep Doctor touched his forehead so gently. A part of the Roe Deer wanted to pull away, but he found himself leaning into Dr. Magus's hand.

"It… it does sound tempting, I have to admit," Al murmured with a faint smile, looking up into the Rams eyes as the Dr. finished cleaning him up. "How about we do it over at my place… maybe have dinner and watch a movie. I’ll cook some amazing meatball marinara."

The Ram tilts his head curiously at the offer, but then nods slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Dinner and a movie sounds lovely, Officer Al. I would be delighted to join you. And I must admit, the offer of meatballs is quite tempting… I do so enjoy a good marinara sauce." He stands, his soft wool rustling as he smooths down his white coat. He reaches out, gently taking Al's hand and helping him stand as well. He keeps holding the hand, giving it a little squeeze.

"Though I do hope you'll forgive me if I don't partake in the meatballs. A bit of a personal preference, you see. I'm sure your marinara will be delicious regardless." He chuckled softly, yellow eyes twinkling with amusement behind his glasses. He leads Al towards the door, still holding his hand.

"But yes, let's do this. Dinner, a movie, and… well, we can discuss the rest when I arrive." His smile turns enigmatic, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say I have a feeling you'll be very pleased with what I have in store. Nine sharp, yes?" He gives Al a little wink, even as he ushered the Stag out into the hallway.

To Be Continued…

A SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR DRAGON MEMBER:

GRAHAM NOLEN