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The Councillor fiddled with a pencil and a pen as he walked down the hall, feeling like an anxious student again. Nobody had come for him this time; when he approached the front desk, he was recognized and given directions to the room where his final examination would take place.

"I'm ready for - what?"

Ireline saw the tools in his hands, and laughed. "You thought we were going to force you into a written test?"

The large, well-lit room was a smooth, glossy white. A long table equipped with heavy restraints stood in the center. Other tables around it held trays full of equipment, and six stools supported his Torturers and their pets. All of them were fully clad in dark, tight mockeries of medical garb. All of them laughed, save Gallowtail, who had been drinking a tall glass of berry juice.

When their laughter died down, Ireline continued. "You have done well, but there's more for you to experience before we're satisfied. So we've prepared our operating theatre just for you. It's been too long since we last examined one person together, so feel honoured."

Gallowtail rose, holding out a thick, buckled band. "You may choose: kneel down like a good Pet and accept your collar, or turn around and leave."

Pet knelt. Gallowtail smiled, and buckled the collar around his neck. "Good Pet. Nurse Muffin, help our patient undress."

Quickly and dispassionately, Muffin removed the clothes from the male and tossed them in a hamper. Pet stood ashamed of all the eyes on him - the collar felt more pronounced, but it only made him feel even more bare.

"What are you waiting for? Get up on the table! Nurse Dunstan, is the solution ready?"

As he hopped up on the table, Pet saw, in one of the specially placed mirrors, Nurse Dunstan wheel in a large bag with a little hose. The Nurse's uniform had long gloves and a short skirt his quiet excitement was holding up in the front. Pet's face began to heat up with embarrassment; he averted his gaze to his wrists, which Gallowtail had already bound to the table. Her Nurse had done the same to his legs, and a rope from the ceiling soon had his tail held straight up. Soft padding held his knees and elbows, leaving him comfortably, yet securely, fastened to the examination table.

As Nurse Em ran her claws through Pet's fur, Nightshade shined a light in his ears, looked him in the eyes, and even held open his mouth before putting a gag in it.

"He brushed his teeth. Good."

The gag had a tube in it that Pet felt with his teeth. The hole was plugged with something his tongue couldn't push. He felt a prickly feeling run down his back to a leg, and shuddered.

"There's a good Pet," Ireline whispered to him. "Healthy and responsive, but you should go for a walk more often." He felt something cool and slick touch him underneath his tail, but Ireline wouldn't let him look anywhere else. "Doesn't it feel cool? Doesn't it feel good, Pet? Is that feeling spreading throughout your body? Yes, Pet, let it relax you. Let it all just relax."

He relaxed, letting Nurse Dunstan slip the tapered end of the hose inside him. He winced at the intrusion, and glanced up to a mirror to watch the Nurse release a set of clamps from the hose. A warm, full sensation began to spread as the solution poured out of the bag.

"Yes, watch it," Ireline said softly. "The solution will clean you up inside. It'll feel good, being all nice and clean, see? That's a natural reaction. Let it happen."

In another mirror, he saw himself grow hard. Nurse Dunstan gave the bag a gentle squeeze, and the solution invaded him further still. Whether it was the solution, or just his breathing, he saw his underbelly slowly expand, almost obscuring himself.

"Nurse Em. The catheter."

Pet twitched at the careful touch of the Lioness. The same cool, slick feeling, and the same discomfort, came from his front side. He saw her slide a smaller tube into his other hole, this tube connected to an empty bottle. He squirmed as he was invaded deeper still, while gentle hands rubbed his head and underbelly.

"There's a good Pet. Take it all. Take all we give you, and we will take everything you have to give."

Soon, the tube's progress stopped, and was secured firmly inside him. Em left the bottle where Pet could see it in the mirror. Nurse Dunstan made sure that the bag was empty, that Pet had taken every last drop of solution, then took hold of the tube.

"Now Pet," the Keeper told him, "Nurse Dunstan has to plug you. Hold yourself up, and just let it happen. We know this is your first."

Pet did as he was told. The tube was pulled out of him, only to be replaced by something more solid. The new invasion hurt less than the one before. In fact, it felt strangely good.

"Mistress, do you think he'll endure it all?" Nurse Muffin asked aloud from an embrace with her Mistress, giving the powerful Mare a gentle belly rub.

"Of course he will. He's been very good so far, I think this is where he belongs. You think so too, don't you, Pet?"

His ears drooped, and he felt like he shouldn't have been watching the two embrace. Still, he was a good Pet, and they all loved him, no matter what they put him through.

Nightshade grabbed his tail, a thick paddle in his other hand.

"That's right," Ireline spoke up, "the solution must be shaken."

His body shook with each strike. Every so often, a square blow thrust the plug deeper inside him, magnifying the pain. Sometimes, the Rat would pinch him, pull his tail, or soothe the pain with a gentle rub. He felt tears well up in his eyes, and Ireline's smug little nod bid them flow. He heard a call of, "Hey, look, it's starting!" from Nurse Muffin, and saw, through blurry eyes, that drops were starting to collect in the bottle that had been connected to him.

"Yes. Cry. As much as you need to." Pet gratefully kept crying, even after the spanking ceased. Nurse Dunstan brought a cloth to dry his tears, while Nurse Muffin walked around him with long gloves, a dish of soapy water, and a pail.

"Now Pet," Gallowtail told him, "Nurse Muffin is going to remove the plug and clean you up. Let it all out, but you don't have to look in the mirror if you don't want to. Would a blindfold help?"

Pet shook his head and shut his eyes, relaxing himself in preparation of the plug's removal. There was discomfort, then the full feeling disappeared as he emptied everything into the pail. As soon as he was empty inside, a wet cloth cleaned him up outside, soapy fingers touching him in and out. A towel dried him off, and he opened his eyes again to see Nurse Muffin taking the pail away.

Nurse Em replaced her, holding a slick, dripping phallic object. "Now you're ready. If I wanted, if I prized you at all, I'd be wearing this and mounting you with it. Poor Pet. Just lift yourself up again when you're ready."

"Enough. Take him."

He did as he was told almost right away, actually wishing someone, not just Nurse Em, would take him the way she wouldn't. It didn't even hurt, after what he'd been put through before. The tool touched him inside, and it felt good. A deep, wonderful feeling that ran up and down his body. She held him by the tail and thrust the thing in and out, making him groan out from under the gag. Nurse Dunstan pointed to the lower mirror, where he saw the bottle begin to fill. Fingers petted and scritched him, and he felt the warm intensity flow out of him, pouring through the tube and into the bottle.

"Next time," someone whispered, "would you like a bigger tool? To touch you deeper inside?" His head flopped up and down as he moaned out loud. Someone must have unplugged the gag, because his tongue stuck through the hole. A few times, a firm swat hit him in the rump, but it just made the pleasure increase. He was a good Pet, happy to have pleased his Torturers so much for them to reward him so well.

Then the toy was removed, and he felt emptier than he'd even been before. It felt sore and scary, and he raised his rear again, begging for more.

Instead, Nurse Dunstan removed the nearly-filled bottle from the tube, leaving the other end still firmly inside him. "Looks thick, cloudy, healthy. He had plenty to give, for someone his age."

"Very good." Ireline turned to look at Pet, and another smug grin spread across their face. "But how does it taste?"

They held up his chin as Nurse Dunstan opened the bottle. Pet tried to struggle, but now he was curious too. The thought had never occurred to him. Possibly, a long time ago, he may have found the idea disgusting, but now, he wanted to know if the life-giving liquid he had produced, tasted good.

It was thick, and almost salty-sweet. He dutifully drank it all, catching it on his tongue as it was poured through the hole in his gag. Ireline gave him another encouraging pat, telling him how good he was, how there was just one more thing to endure. One more gift to give him.

His eyes went to Gallowtail. Nurse Muffin was on her knees, and had unplugged a similar hole in the bottom of her Owner's uniform. It exposed the Lady of the Collar's most intimate areas. He was about to avert his gaze when he noticed her pet lift up a long, black hose. Gallowtail let out a low sigh as the smaller tube within it was slipped into her, the hose's end locked into place like a tool of unrealistic length. He held his head steady as Nurse Muffin screwed the other end to the hole in his gag, letting the other end of the thin tube inside slip down past his tongue.

There was a pause, every eye in the room on him. He knew what was expected of him.

Then, he drank.

He drank every last drop, while Gallowtail praised him. While Ireline laughed. While Nightshade stood silently. It felt warm and filling, and he accepted everything she gave him. When it was ending, he realized he was still happy.

She nodded with one last sigh, and their pets rushed over: to remove the hose, to undo his restraints, to give him a glass of water, which he drank without it being fed to him. They stroked his fur and whispered how proud they were of him. A sudden wave of revulsion hit him, feeling as if everything he'd been put through was wrong, somehow. But he couldn't even think of a reason why. It left him as quickly as it had appeared, and just as quickly, it was forgotten.

"Th-that... That was... Unnhh..."

"Shh. No thinking until you can stand. Later, you can write about your experience. We would love to read it."

He lay for a while, trying not to think and having a difficult time trying. Eventually, he wobbled up to a standing position, and asked, "May I have more?"

"Your final examination is over, yet you still want more?" Gallowtail smiled broadly at him. "Didn't you used to hate us, long ago?"

"I - I did. I thought - I didn't know, but I thought I did, and -"

"Then you learned," Nightshade interrupted. "Read. Talk with people. With. Not at. Find someone you trust. Who trusts you." Em leaned against him, and they shared a gentle kiss. "Know them. Know yourself."

Muffin stretched out with a yawn. "You should get some rest and think things over. Nobody can sustain this sort of thing for too long."

After wiping his body down, Dunstan and Em helped the unsteady Canine back into his clothes. They all gave him a wave as Em led him out of the room.

Muffin sighed. "Well, I'm glad _that's_over. Think he'll actually make an effort, or just grovel his way back here in a week?"

"After he quietly drops his self-righteous campaign, all he needs to do is talk with people, and listen to them." Ireline thought for a bit. "One of us should meet with him, to ask him how his writing has gone, or if he's corrected any other mistakes of his."

"I hope it works out." Dunstan stood up and went for his outdoor clothes. "But for now, we should get something to eat. Let's order some stuff for Em when she gets back."

They all agreed, later, that dinner was always better after a victory.