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"Courtney Fayer?"

The ermine tensed in the chair, bracing herself.

"Courtney Fayer," the nurse called out again.

"H--Here," the ermine meekly replied, standing up and smoothing out her skirt. It was uncomfortably long, down to the floor, and the sweater that she wore was itchy over her arms.

"Are you alone?" The nurse questioned in hush, as the ermine stepped through the door. She was only thirteen, by her date-of-birth; though not unheard of, it thankfully wasn't common for such a young girl to be by herself.

"Mhmm," she nodded, as the nurse guided her through the narrow, purple-painted hallways. "My... my brother dropped me off," she added. "He's running errands, he'll pick me up when I call," she explained.

"Well, when he comes, if you don't mind, we'd like to talk to him. It's not usual for a girl like you to be by herself," the nurse said, flicking the light on in a small room. "Remove your shoes and step on the scale, please," the vixen instructed.

There was a rickety-looking, metal scale that the nurse pointed to, after pointing to one of the wooden chairs in the corner. Courtney went to the chair and began slipping off her uncomfortable, semi-formal footwear.

"Next time, you can come in normal clothes," the nurse commented, as she saw the girl struggling with the dress-shoes. "We want you to be comfortable."

"Y-Yeah, I... I didn't know what to wear," the teen admitted.

"That's why I'm tellin' ya," the nurse replied chipperly, as the teen hopped up to stand on the scale.

"Four-feet, eleven inches," the nurse said, tapping the metal weight along the horizontal balance of the scale. "And... eighty-nine pounds." She went to the clipboard, on the desk that jutted out from the wall, to jot her items down. "Okay, just to make sure: any history of anything like diabetes, high blood-pressure, cholesterol, anything like that?"

"Um... My dad has type-two diabetes," she said. "I also have the hypo...thy-whatever--"

"Hypothyroidism?" The nurse asked.

"Yeah, th-that," the girl replied.

"Just relax, sweetie," the nurse said calmly. "Any history of breast cancer, cervical cancer, or any other kinds of cancer?" She asked.

The girl shook her head.

"Now, it's important to be honest with me," the vixen gently warned: "do you smoke?"

The girl looked down. "I... I started to," she said. "Just with some friends... after school, if I hang out with them."

"How many?" The nurse questioned. "Like, one smoke a day, two?"

"Um... Like, two or three times a week?"

"Just one smoke, though, or how many?"

"J--Just one. I don't really like it," she admitted. "They tease me cuz I have to spit it out after each puff."

"Well, I can't tell you what to do, but if I didn't like it I wouldn't do it just to fit in," the nurse said, a little carefully. "Now, do you drink?"

"I've... had a few beers before... does that count?" The ermine asked.

The nurse smiled. "I mean do you drink regularly--like you smoke regularly."

"N-No, not... not regularly."

"Just when mom and dad aren't home, huh?" The nurse teased, getting a nervous chuckle out of the girl. "Any drugs?"

"No drugs," she shook her head. "I swear."

"Least your momma taught you one thing, huh?" The nurse jotted the item down. "So, here's the toughest one: are you sexually active?"

The girl let out a soft whimper. "Like... what does that mean?" She asked.

"Are you having sex with other boys or girls?" The nurse asked.

The question was so forward and plainly asked, like she was asking what the girl had for breakfast that morning. Courtney took in a deep breath. "I've... I've got a girlfriend and... we've done a few things, but... n-not as regularly as... smoking," she said, letting out a nervous sigh and resting her forehead against her palm.

The nurse jotted the note down. "Very good. Just relax, it's normal. We're not here to judge, just get info," the nurse reassured. "Okay, now," the nurse set the pen down with a sharp clack! "I need you..." she stood, and went to a thin closet, where she pulled out a kind of gown, with a flowery print on it. "...To take off all your clothes--including underwear--and put this on. The buttons go in front," she said, plucking one up with her thumb and index finger to show the girl.

"You can hang your clothes up on the hook, if you want," she offered, pointing it out just by the chair by hanging the gown on it. But as she looked at the girl, recalling how petite she was, she took the gown off to hand it to her. "Or, if you want, I can hang them up for you," she offered.

"Um... Thanks," Courtney replied, her white face blushing.

"The doctor and I will be back in a bit." The vixen told the ermine, opening the door. "We'll try not to make you wait too long," she said with a smile, before softly shutting it.

Left alone, the ermine's heart was thumping like a drum in her chest. She had to undress at the kid doctors' office a few times, but only down to her underwear, and with her mom there.

She peeled off her sweater, feeling the chilly air hit her bare arms. She then slipped off the camisole, cringing as she forgot she had worn the heart-printed one. She bundled it with her sweater.

Her bra came next. She was still an A-Cup, so it was nothing special to her. Not anymore. When she first graduated from her training bra, she was so excited, but then after a few days she realized it was almost the same as her trainer, just less comfortable. Sometimes she continued to wear her trainer for comfort, and it made her feel more secure, in a way.

She snapped the button and unzipped her skirt. She felt like she was in church with it on, but for once she would have rather kept it around her waist. Still, she followed directions, and pulled it off, folding it up to lay upon her sweater.

All that was left were her panties. They were light, pastel blue, with pink trim. They were the least-embarrassing ones she owned, besides normal white ones, but she hated wearing white ones. More than once they had gotten tinged yellow, and so at least with printed and colored ones it was out-of-sight, out-of-mind if she didn't clean correctly during school.

Not wanting to get totally naked, and shivering, she draped the gown over her shoulders. It didn't really help at all with the cold, for it was thin and flimsy as a shawl; it served only to keep her modest and nothing more. The buttons were cute, though, with little sunflowers printed on them. There were six, that went from just above the hem to just below her collar.

The gown was also snug around her. Not tight, but it didn't leave much room for movement without it feeling like it was going to tear into pieces.

She took in a deep breath, lifted the hem of the gown, which settled just over her mid-thighs. With her fingers pinching the band of her panties, she shimmied them down, doing a knee-twist that made her stomach turn with embarrassment. Thankfully no one saw her; least of all Daniel, the boy she had a crush on in English. He would probably deflate right in front of her if she pulled her undies off like that in front of him.

Winding up in a squat, she slipped her panties off her ankles, and stood up. She had gone to school without bottoms once, wearing only a skirt. She was bold that day, and thought that maybe Daniel would catch a glimpse of her, and tell her he liked what he saw. That was just after her coat turned, and she thought the white looked prettier than the tan.

She hid her bra and panties between her sweater and skirt. Then, without a place to sit, for her clothes took the chair, she stood with her thighs and knees pressed firmly together.

She looked about the room, which she thought was rather small at first. But, she had noticed earlier that the fourth wall of the room was a curtain. Curious, she stepped up to the curtain, and peeked through the seam.

Beyond, she saw the thing she had heard a few friends talk about: The Chair. It was frightening in appearance, with those foot-rests. It was like some mad-scientist operating table. She was trying not to imagine what it would be like to sit in it, and closed the curtain. Maybe she wouldn't need to sit in it for her first appointment, she hoped.

There were the other usual amenities of a doctor's office: box of latex gloves, tissues, rolling chair with a simple backrest, and other instruments like the blood-pressure checker.

So much time passed. She started to pace--more like a waddle--about the room, nervously. She was starting to wonder if the nurse was being sarcastic when she said she would try not to make her wait long, like some sick joke to keep her tense and anxious.

She startled when she heard a knock at the door. "Wh--Who is it?"

"Eet's me, leettel peeggee, opein up!" Came a gruff voice.

Courtney froze, her plush tail frizzed and upright, not sure what was happening.

Suddenly, the door-handle clicked, and the red muzzle of the nurse peeked through. "You ready, sweetie?" She asked. "The doctor's ready if you are."

With her ears flattened, the ermine nodded.

The nurse slipped in, and behind her the doctor.

He was a huge beaver, who was built more like a football player at the high school she was to go to next year, than a doctor. He extended his massive, meaty hand. "Couretiny, yes?" He said, his accent adding a few syllables to her name.

She feared him. A lot. For some reason, he was familiar, and that familiarity made him terrifying. But, her fear did not freeze her; she reached back and placed her petite hand next to his. "Y-Yes," she said.

His hand closed around her, and his grip was so light and gentle that it surprised her into pulling her hand away; it easily slipped from his grip, as if he had not enclosed it around hers at all.

He smiled. "I oonderstand," he said, as he wandered to a cupboard. "Ees your first veesit, correyct?" He asked, pulling out a long roll of some kind of paper.

She nodded.

"I proomiss, eet ees not as scahry as you theenk," he reassured. "I am Docotor Hugo," he said, pronouncing the u as an owl hoots. He twisted to the nurse. "Pleese, set her clothe on the counter," he requested.

The vixen quietly picked up the ermine's clothes, "I'm just putting these right here, okay?" She told the girl, setting them down and patting them.

Courtney flinched when she heard the doctor pull on the roll of paper, and it crinkled and crackled. He tore it, and laid it over the chair, taking one edge and tearing more off.

"Have seet," he said, rolling his own chair over. He waited patiently as she sat down, and handed her the piece of paper he had torn, "poot over lap, if you want," he said.

She took the paper, which crinkled even at the slightest pressure, and draped it over her legs.

"Feel beet better?" He asked.

She nodded.

"BP," the doctor said, flicking with his hand at the nurse.

The vixen pulled off the sphygmometer.

"Leift hyand, pleese," he requested to the girl. When she offered it, he placed the loop over her wrist. "Hold agaynst chest, pleese," he said, moving her arm for her, to rest part of the machine against her chest, over her heart. "So, whait ees eet you are heeyar for, hm?"

"Well, uh-uhm," the thing around her wrist started to hum as its padded walls gently constricted her. "I-I uhm, I've been having these b-bad cramps, lately," she said, feeling her heartbeat in her arm. "A-And my f-friend said you might b-be able to give me a p-pill or something, to... to help stop my... m-my, y'know--"

"Period?" The nurse offered with a smile.

The girl blushed, nodding.

"I see," the doctor said, as the machine exhaled--as if for the girl--and he accepted her silent request to take it off when she offered her hand.He passed it to the nurse. "So then, what are they like?"

"Um... W-Well, th-they just h-hurt, a lot," she replied, vaguely.

"Where? Oop by byelly-booten, foother down?"

"A--All over, i-inside," she said, her finger rotating in a cone shape.

"Hmm," the doctor rested one hand across him, hand in the crook of the elbow of his other arm, while that hand rested on his chin. "How ees myenstruayel flow?" He asked.

The ermine's lips fell slack for a second.

"He's asking," the nurse jumped in, "about your periods. Is there a lot of blood that comes out, or just a little?"

"Oh, r-right," she bit her lip. "I-It's... k-kinda in-between," she said, lifting her hand up and giving the so-so gesture.

The doctor exchanged glances with the nurse.

"Tyell me, Couretiny," he said, resting a hand on her knee, the edge of the paper crinkling a little under his fingertips. "Ees theair mayebe... boy, you have croosh on?" He asked.

She blushed, squirming a little. "Th-There's one, y-yeah, wh-why?" She asked.

He smiled with a chuckle. "Eef you had theese peels, to stop your peeyeariyohds," he said, his chin dipping and rising deliberately, "would you bee moore or lyess likehlee to ask heem to do theengs likeh, say, hoog naykehd or anyethingeh likeh that?"

She squirmed even more, but couldn't find any words. For a full forty seconds, she was silent. Then, the doctor's hand receded.

"Hmm, I see." He said, with a smile. "Wee weel get byack to that later. First, I would likeh to ask you a few more theengs," he said, folding his hands together and scooting back just a bit. "You say you had some... expyeriences with another girl, correct?"

She swallowed, nodding.

"Is she only person, so far?"

She nodded.

"Was eet just touchy-feely with hands, or deed you use mouth on proivates, or proivates on proivates; no need for details, just... Baysicahlee what acativitees?"

Courtney took in a breath. "Well, uhm... y-yeah, we touched each other. Um... We never... t-touched privates-to-privates, b-but... She did, y'know, use her mouth and tongue on me."

The doctor nodded. "Ees normal for girls and boys to do theese theengs; your bodees ehchangingeh; horemons, they are ehraygingeh," he gestured at the emphatic words, hands rolling as if to show the bubbling up of something. "Eet ees also normal for, say, theese feelings to come about more while on your peeyeariyohds. Which was when, by the way?" He asked, in similar casualty as the nurse had asked if she was sexually active.

She blushed, "I... th-think it happened two weeks ago," she replied.

"Do you remember when they first startingeh?" He asked.

"M-Maybe around last Christmas?"

"So... ten month aygoh," he said. "So you menteeon crampingeh, but feel anythingeh een chest area," his finger circled around his own chest, "acheh, pain; sharpeh, dooll?"

She shook her head. "They're... a little tender around my period, though," she said.

He nodded. "Ees normal, too," he said. "You are growingeh girl, need to eet more," he commented. "Now... back to thees boy..."

She swallowed again, glancing at the nurse, whom she forgot was even in the room the lady was so quiet.

"Are you thinkingeh about havingeh sex weeth heem? Or mayebe oothers besideseh girlfriend of yours?"

She closed her eyes, almost ashamed. "if... If he'd even want to," she said, with deflection.

"Sweetie," the nurse cooed.

"Let us say he askehs you," the doctor said. "Wooehd you likeh to?"

The girl in his office let out a noise. Not any kind of noise in particular, just a nervous sputter. Finally, she guiltily and bashfully nodded.

"Okay, then." The doctor said. "Do you have any STDs?"

Courtney shook her head. "I don't... really know," she admitted.

The doctor nodded. "You proabebly do not then, but we wll do a swahb and run a test, joost so you have pee-ehs of mind, okay?" he stood.

She nodded.

"Be very careful who you want to have sex with, sweetie," the nurse said. "The most important thing is to be safe."

The ermine nodded.

"We weell do some eggsaminateeons," the doctor said, snapping on some latex gloves. While he did, the nurse pulled aside the curtains in the room, and the light automatically flicked on.

Courtney stepped over, the cold tile floor touching the pads of her feet making her shiver with each step. She was wary of heading toward the chair, but the nurse had her stand in the empty space next to it.

"Unbooten top three bootens, pleese," the doctor said, taking a roll of measuring tape from the counter on his way. His patient did as instructed, the nurse helping her to expose her shoulders and chest while still keeping the gown on.

Courtney watched as Doctor Hugo unrolled the measuring tape and approached toward her chest with his hands.

He rested one end against her sternum with his thumb, and threaded the other around her. "tweinty-eiaghteh," he said aloud. "You are steell A-Cup, hm?" He asked, pulling the measuring tape away and handing it to the nurse.

The ermine nodded, reluctantly.

"They weel get beegehr," the beaver promised, resting his thumbs just beneath her nipples. He pressed, massaging a little. "Mhmm," he said. "Any 'uhrt?" He asked.

She shook her head.

His thumbs moved outward and upward, to the outsides. He asked again, and each time his thumbs changed spots. Finally, he sat back. "So, what ees his name?"

"Wh-Who--oh," the ermine blushed. "Um... Daniel," she said.

"He is older, younger, same?"

"He's... He's in my English class," the girl replied. "Tall, dark, and panther," she said with a blush.

The nurse smiled. "You know how to pick 'em."

Suddenly, Courtney let out a sharp squeal, for Doctor Hugo had pinched her nipples. "Wh-What was that for!?" She asked.

"Testing ehreaction time," he said. "Hm... Right is still..." He waited a few seconds. "There we go, eet was being leetle slows-pokes." The beaver said with a goofy grin. He patted his knees.

Courtney's back stiffened as the doctor leaned in close to her chest, as if he had seen something and was getting a better look at it. But then, she gasped, as she felt a seal about her right nipple, and a tug. "Wh--Wha--" She let out a fluttery breath as the tugging tingled, and he popped free.

"Mmm... Right. Theenk eet ees time for chair. Nurse?"

Courtney looked as the nurse stepped behind her, holding her arms. Before she could react, the doctor's hands gripped the asway button-lines of her gown, just above where the next button held, and pulled. The first button came undone easily, but the last two popped off, one falling on her foot before tinkling a few times as it hit the floor.

She tried to protest, but the doctor grabbed her legs while the nurse held her arms. The two lifted her, carrying her over to the chair. She was pushed in, and the nurse immediately hooked a strap around her bicep, and then another on her wrist, while the beaver threaded her opposite foot through the loop of the stirrup, and strapped it down.

She started to scream, and kick, but the nurse clamped her hand on her muzzle, telling her to shush. Her other foot was snared within the stirrup, held firm. Her other arm gripped the rest, and it was subdued by the doctor.

"Around," the doctor said, as he moved out of her view. "Ready... swap."

The nurse's hands left her muzzle, and she opened her mouth to yell, but as soon as she did something was gently crammed into her muzzle, down her throat, and fastened around her head.

While he was working with that, another strap clamped around her belly, just above her button, keeping her back to the chair.

"Bery goot," the doctor said, clapping his hands. "I opoligoiseh," he said, "but, you see, we cannot have you gettingeh neraveoos, and runningeh naked out of door. Do not be alarmed, thees ees for everyone proetecteeon," he said, resting his hand upon her chest, touching over her nipple.

"Now, unforotunaytalee, eet seems you have gotten a beet tense. Ees normal, for first visit. But, I need you to relaxeh. What color do you likeh, hm? Mayebe peenk?"

She blushed, her heart racing.

"Nurse?" The doctor said.

"Here you go."

Courtney saw, from her laid-back vantage, something exchanged to the doctor over her, their hands within view. There was a wire hanging from the doctor's hands. She followed him as he walked toward the stirrups.

"Haveh you ever seen one of these befores?" The doctor asked, holding up what looked to the ermine like a large, pink jelly-bean.

She managed to shake her head.

"Ah, well, eet ees joost leetle toy, of sorts."

Her body flinched as it was set upon her belly, just under her navel.

"Ees harmless, I proomiss," he assured her. "Eet just buzz, likeh so."

She blinked as, suddenly, a vibration trickled throughout her abdomen. Her knees butted against the stirrups as she reflexively tried to close her legs, and her toes clutched the edge to give her futile efforts more leverage.

"I need you to breatheh; in," he took in a deep breath. "Oot," he exhaled slowly. He did this several times.

Courtney soon followed his pace, getting used to the vibrations that tickled her tummy. Then, she squirmed again as the bullet vibrator slipped down her tummy a few inches, over her pubic bone.

"Ees normal to feel sort of... teenglies, wheech I am shoar you are somewhat familiear weeth."

She held her breath, and then it went out in hitches. She eventually went back to breathing in sync with him. Then, the vibrations went to the crook of her left thigh. She let out a nervous, fluttery chirp in reaction to the vibrations nearing her privates.

As she felt more than watched the doctor move the bullet down below her vulva, to rest in the spot between her petite folds and clenched rectum, a pair of hands rested on either side of her scalp, soothingly rubbing her temples and squishing the bases of her ears.

The vibrator went to the crook of her other thigh for a few moments. The vibrations were tingling and she was beginning to feel a familiar warmth in her loins, tummy, and chest. She was fairly familiar with her body, and knew what this warmth was--but, she was torn apart. They felt good, and yet she felt... uncomfortable.

But this was... he was a doctor, wasn't he?

"Mmmmmm!" Her eyes went cross, and the stirrups rattled as her knees fought to clench shut. She looked down between her legs, where she was so vulnerably exposed to the doctor, and saw he had moved the bullet to rest upon her petals; but, he had passed over her clitoris briefly.

"You are relaxing nicehly," the doctor complimented. "Do not worry aboot the dampehness you may feel; ees normal to get 'ehweteh.' Should be clear, and light; eef eet ees thickeh, cloady, or smell strongeh, let someone know."

She breathed rapidly, as the nurse held her cheeks. She watched with both anticipation and dread, as the doctor's wrist moved up.

Flashes of light spread in her vision as she felt the pleasure shoot up her whole body. The vibrations steaded just against her barely-hooded clit. It was a hundred times more intense than her girlfriend's fumbling tongue.

"That ees eet, joost let your body do what comes naturial."

She emitted the most guttural and aggressive moans she had ever uttered. The thing that extended down her muzzle rattled against her teeth as she did, but it was soon just another vibration to her when the rush of pleasure hit.

"Ooo, you are sehkweehrtehr."

Her pelvis fought in vain to lift up from the chair, to help work the pleasure that wracked through her body. But, restrained, it felt like everything was just bottled up down between her legs, the muscles of her canal clamping and constricting around the empty space.

"Oh, sweetie, you did wonderful," the nurse cooed, as the girl went limp and panted against the gag.

"I weel have to mop floor before next patient," the doctor chuckled. "Now, let me see."

Courtney let out a feeble whimper as she felt the chair rising, and the doctor touching her labia, prying them apart. A finger poked around, and it was not her own. A tear fell down her cheek, and the nurse wiped it away.

"Yes, you are very relaxehd, now. So," he stepped over to the counter, pulling open the drawer. He walked back, stepping to the side of the chair. "Thees," he said, setting the tool on the chair next to her nose, so she could see it. "Thees, is called spehcyoolem," he explained. "I weell eensehrt spehcyoolem into your veegoinah," he explained. "Eet weell allow me to get bery goot look, make shoar you are hehl'ty, okay?"

Absently, Courtney nodded her head.

The tool was taken away, and she found the strength to follow the doctor. Her heart-beat had fallen back to normal, and she did feel a little more relaxed. She even felt warmer.

But, the warmth went right away as she felt the cold, chilly metal of the tool slip into her.

"Ah, yes, eet can be beet cheellee," he said, a little too late. "Ees 'bout quareter een."

She held her breath, wincing as the tool went in, dilating her tunnel in a way that she could never have imagined. She had fantasized about what it would be like to have a boy's hard cock inside of her, but she was quickly realizing that it was more than just what her finger felt like at the entrance.

"The veegoinah is bery sterehtchy," the doctor said, as the speculum slowly went further into the blossoming girl. "You joost have to be sure to take eet slowely and steady; joost likeh toritoiyse and hare," he remarked. "Am halfway."

She closed her eyes, the nurse's hands serving as a good distraction, massaging her scalp. She could feel the head of the instrument, and it was slowly pushing up toward the very back of her chamber. She didn't know she was this... deep. She knew that there was depth, sure; but, the metal, now warmed by her body, felt like it was heading for her belly-button.

"There," the doctor announced. "Eet ees all the way een. How does feel: comforetabel?"

The ermine's expression seemed to indicate the question was absurd.

"Well, do not worry, thees weell not last longeh," the doctor promised. He pulled down a light, and turned it on, his fingers resting on her petals."You do not have hiyemmen," the doctor said, tapping at the vestibule of her sex. "Eef you triehd steeking anythingeh eensoid, you may have felt likeh smoll peench, and mayebe blood: that was proababely you tearing your hiyemmen. Ees normal for exehpeeloring girls to acciehdentually break."

She took in a breath as she felt his finger slide in. It was thick, and meaty. She sort of... wished he wouldn't do that. Not for any reason in her mind at the time other than she didn't want it to ruin the feeling of a throbbing, rock-hard cock.

"Eef you are arouse, do not worry," the doctor said. "Ees normal. Teeshew feel soft and supple. No pahleeps, no soin of infecshon. Seenseh you are conseedering being sexehually aceteeveh, I am goingeh to check your serevicks. You may feel ehslight discomefort, or some mild pain--if pain too much, joost open and closeh left handeh."

The ermine held her breath as his finger slid in further. Her eyes went wider and wider as it went deeper and deeper, and then her vision went blurry as he prodded something at the back of her canal. There were soft, squishy noises coming from between her legs--she could feel them along the walls of her chamber.

She let out an embarrassed whimper.

"Pain?" He asked.

She shook her head.

"Disehcomehfort?"

Another shake.

"Hmm... Some girls do not mind serevicksal stimayoolashun. But, eef you feel much pain, eet may be due to thees, so do not theenk that you are, likeh, in daneger. Joost let the boy know to be ehjenteler."

She nodded.

There came a knock at the door.

"Doctor?" A woman poked her head in. "There's an emergency phone call for you."

The doctor stood up, pausing for a second. "Couretiny," he said, lifting his finger up. "I weell be bahk afeter joost onneh moment."

The ermine watched as the doctor tore off his gloves and stomped out of the door, muttering something in another language. When the door shut, she felt cold again.

Then, the nurse's hands moved. She blinked, as the nurse's hair settled on either side of the chair. A kiss on her forehead made her eyes wince.

"You remind me of my sister. So cute, so innocent," the nurse said. "Hm... Well, what would you say if I stepped out really quick to have a smoke?"

The nurse's hands left her scalp, and then appeared in her vision, walking toward the door.

"If you promise not to tell, I'll give you one. It's the good kind." The nurse said with a wink, as she opened the door and slipped out.

Courney's heart thundered. She was left all alone in this cold, sterile room. Worse, she was exposed; anyone who waltzed in through that door would see her privates... and even more! She could still feel that thing inside of her, spreading her open, letting the cold air into a place that had been so concealed her whole life until just moments ago.

What... what did it look like, like that?

She slipped into fantasy, as she stared at the ceiling, unable to move her limbs.

Daniel walked in. His sleek, black fur shining in the light. He saw her, and purred, letting out an approving meow. He stripped naked, right in front of her. His cock was enormous, and stuck out pink against his black fur.

He sauntered over to her, and she was helpless to keep his eyes from enjoying her girlishness, made so vulnerable and open for him. She wanted him, though, so that was okay. He pointed himself right at her spread cunny, ready to push in so she could finally feel what it was like to have a cute, big boy inside of her.

He was even planning on cumming inside, making sure her curiosities were, along with her burning desires, fully satisfied.

He just started to push in--warm, soft, and gentle.

A clicking caught her ears. She blinked, her fantasy dissolving. She saw something on the ceiling, and when her vision cleared she stiffened.

A roach was scurrying along, and stopped right over her. She squirmed, the disgusting thing just sitting there, its feelers twitching. Then, suddenly, it dropped.

She would have squealed, but the gag in her muzzle kept her from doing so to any capacity to bring someone to her.

The roach's legs wriggled for a moment until it rolled over.

She could feel them sifting through her fur as it scuttled a few inches. It was headed to her face, which she was terrified of. She jerked, and it bouced up, but landed back on her.

In its fright, it skittered straight--straight between her legs. It stopped on her mound, clicking.

She let out whines and pushed her pelvis up as much as she could. The roach fell off her pubic bone, with a soft pat upon the chair.

She was helpless as she felt its feelers against her flesh. Her eyes went wide, and her heart hammered. The feelers tickled and teased, and her sex began to moisten despite how revolting she felt.

Then, the most horrible thing she could imagine happened.

She felt its head against her vestibule, and then its little legs. She squirmed and writhed, trying to scream as she felt it cling to her damp, supple flesh. Helpless to stop it, the vile thing began taking advantage of the open passage laid before it by the speculum.

She could feel it, slowly burrowing its way up her chamber. Its feelers brushed along her walls, which instinctively tried to close, but were held at bay by the warm metal.

Then, she froze.

The feelers tickled her, deep inside, against that spot the doctor had called her serevicks. It paused there, as if taunting her. Its head tapped against it, causing her whole abdomen to clench as she tried her best to miraculously eject it from her loins like a bullet.

But, instead, she felt a stretching. Similar to when the speculum dilated her labia minora, she felt a dilation, but deep within her. Then, a sharp pain made her body go limp. Her head began to twitch from side to side, out of her control. Tears trickled from her eyes.

She felt it burrowing. Inside of her it lurched, until it passed through, and the pain subsided--but the horror did not.

She could feel it. Somewhere deep within her body. It squirmed and wriggled, in some place cramped, just beneath her belly-button.

"Oi, all right, sorry aboot..." the doctor said as he entered the room, but then he realized the nurse was not there. "Hmm... Well," he locked the door. "You have been such a goot girl, Coretiny. And, I have never been weeth such a sehkweehrtehr," he said, and his pants dropped to the floor.

She limply looked up, and saw the beaver standing, his massive erection swinging between his legs. She closed her eyes as he leaned over her, and felt him remove the speculum. But, it was shortly replaced by her tunnel dilating again, this time around what she knew to be his warm, thick spire.

She felt his hands about her throat.

"Look at me, Couretiny." He said.

She whimpered.

"Look at me," he said, more insistently.

She squinted her eyes shut even further.

"I said, look at me!"

Her eyes shot open in fear. There, she saw...

Daniel!?

His face relaxed, and he moaned.

She bit down on whatever was in her mouth, moaning as her body went limp and her mind went fuzzy with pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading within her, and her world went dizzy.

The party. Her brother had dropped her off. Some high schoolers came, and they brought beer. She had one; a boy had given it to her, urging her to try it, telling her she would absolutely love it. It tasted nasty, and bitter.

That was all she remembered.

The thump of a bass somewhere nearby reverberated in her head.

She opened her eyes again, her senses slowly coming back. She felt dizzy, and messy. There was something sticky all over her face and chest. It smelled strong and musky, and made her tresses clump together like they were stuck in glue.

She was in a bedroom, one she didn't recognize. There was another boy laying next to her, his penis right in front of her. It was slimy with something, and his white, wrinkly-skinned balls were dangling over his thigh.

She looked down, and saw the face of a boy on her bare chest. But, it wasn't Daniel, like she had thought. He was older. Not even feline. In the dim light, she didn't know what he was.

A hand crossed her vision. Her head jerked to the left, a harsh pressure squeezing the back of her skull, and there she met the face of a beaver that looked... strangely familiar.

"Eef you tell anyone," he said, with a thick accent, "aboot thees, we weel takeh you, fahkeh you, 'urteh you, andeh doomp you."

Her head was let go, and she returned to look back at the ceiling, still feeling bewildered, and now she felt something sticky and slimy dribbling out between her legs.

She stared at the ceiling, and it appeared to get more distant. Then, something caught her eye.

In the brief flashes of dim light, between the shadows of the blades on a slowly rotating fan, there was a black smudge against the white cream.

A small roach, scuttling about.