Sexual Therapy
Sexual Therapy started as one of those scoffed at practices that all sorts of stuffy intellectuals dismissed without study. Psychology carries insurmountable numbers of theories that try and categorize and label behaviors. For most, once they find that holy grail, they'll be able to predict and more easily alter behaviors. This thinking of psychology still carries merit, and don't let me or any other scholar tell you otherwise. For us, it just hit a brick wall when it came to younger furres. We performed studies, and found that three out of four middle class adults managed to improve their mental health after a month of traditional therapy sessions. Only one of four 'adolescents' managed to improve to what the standard defines as mental health improvement. The first think-tank we set up was to figure out why.
We came to the conclusion that 'adolescents' simply change and grow too quickly during formative years of development in order to get an accurate and fruitful session. Each reader can probably relate some of the more dramatic moments in teenage years that later on seem silly. Sexual maturity and the feelings that accompany them gives us a sudden learning curve. We simply don't have the perspective we did then as we do now to cope with those new feelings and stresses of growing up. This causes us to act out in a variety of ways. There have been entire books written on the subject, so I'll spare you the spiel. Our next question to ask, was how do we help these children.
First, let me explain why I tend to put little bitty quotes around 'adolescents.' There are entire societies that view what we see children as, basically little adults. In a tribe out there, what we may see as an 'adolescent' is smoking, having sex, and killing with blessings from their societal norms. In our society, if a kid smokes, we usually label him as a bad apple. What adolescent is, and how it exists simply varies from culture to culture. I use 'adolescent' in the way that our society sees young folk.
We came to the conclusion that we needed to take away the bias viewpoint of a sagely observer, and actually get a little closer to these kids. There needed to be an actual relationship, wherein trust is a strong bridge for them to carry their problems across to us. A question came up often, and we honestly addressed it each time due to how important it is. Are we able to have such a relationship with a patient, while still being able to assist them with logical and intelligent decisions? Each and every time, I said yes. The true question, was how do we build fast relationships wherein the child trusts us as the adult? Not only as an authority figure, but as a friend?
Even we tried to look away from the answer we first came up with. We dabbled with many alternatives, that just wouldn't work as well on a large scale. Sex made sense, because it was instinctual and hard to undermine with the bond it forms. Would you honestly lie to your therapist after she let you plow her from behind for three minutes and asked nicely what was going on with you? The chances would be lessened, at the very least.
Lewd, socially unacceptable, trash, and idiocy, are only a few flung words that described what our small group came up with. We were able to stand up against solid critique, but society wasn't ready for what we had to offer. No matter how well we presented ourselves or the logical victories we accrued, there wasn't a single politician willing to let this slide publicly. While our furry society is a highly sexual one, and relationships between consenting adult and child are often overlooked, there is still a solid majority that didn't want what we had to offer. Which was fine, but we still wanted to pursue this idea. To do that, we found more liberal and open minded countries to try this in.
We needed to make sure that no one was harmed, first and foremost. Physicals for each Therapist is required, and the same goes for any patient wanting our services. To assure there is no abuse, we record each session. All of this data is reviewed by a consenting parent if they wish, after an on-site audio specialist dulls the voice of the Therapist to keep them anonymous. While we are allowed to do a few things not normally allowed, there a fine lines that will get a Sexual Therapist jailed, sued, and have their license to practice revoked.
What we grew into was almost too phenomenal to believe. Three out of four adolescents were reported to have a much higher mental, and physical health after time with us. The success stories ran wild, and soon we had expanded to multiple countries. Before the decade was over, it was safe to say we had two hundred legal and responsible practices in our liberal country, and began to expand back home despite more conservative opposition.
I guess I should tell a little bit about myself. I am now a thirty-seven year old Panther, happily married with two young children of my own. I have a Masters in psychology, and still attempt to expand my knowledge of it despite my slightly differing views. It was a little awkward admitting what I do for a living on my third date, but he honestly took it in stride. I'm proud of myself, my life, and what I've managed to do with it. I've made a positive difference in many young gentleman's lives, and I plan to do so countless more times before I'm too old to be fuckable. The way I see it, that means I have at least thirty more years.
I write this not because I want to titillate you, which I suppose I do in some sick sense, but what I am hoping to achieve is understanding. Many assume I've just opened a Brothel. To counter such opinions, I am willing to transcribe my first session with a patient with his permission.
--8:45 A.M, Saturday--
Hannah Heat looked herself over in the tall mirror, considering what would make a better first impression. Two kids had left her what many men considered a 'milf.' The Panther's toned hips had widened, and already large breasts had swelled to a perky D after her second child. Her naturally heart shaped rear had gotten a little bit bigger, creating an often noticed hump in whatever she tried to wear below the waist. Wrapped in a stark blue business jacket that contrasts against her black fur, and a grey skirt ending just below her thighs, she decides that yes, maybe one extra loose button might be enough to put her newest patient at ease.
Longer violet tresses were left free to dangle in wavy, hypnotic patterns to her shoulders, a few of which crossing over her right eye. Of course, this meant it had to be blown aside periodically when reading about Alex Harper. Fourteen years of age, Lapine, slightly pudgy, seemingly socially withdrawn, and enjoys video games. The rest of her notes would have to be taken personally.
Hannah's therapy room was decorated in fine oak, plush carpet, and relaxing light bathing through the expansive window that peers into the city nearby. In front of it was a large leather couch. Other than that, no other furniture in the room seemed appropriate for sitting in. There was an inviting desk with various supplies in a vacant corner, and a punching bag hanging from the ceiling in the vacant corner opposite. It was fairly sparse, but it didn't leave much to be conveniently distracted by. A weak knock on the door diverts her gaze from the outside, and towards the door.
"Come on in darlin'." her charming, empathetic voice rang.
Timidly, the door opens, and closes behind him. He wasn't particularly tall, standing around 5'4, donning a blank red tee and loose jeans. Dusty glasses sit atop his muzzle, and shortly cut brown headfur still manages to be slightly messy. Faint red splotches under his white fur allude to acne, with sometimes a faint brown pattern to mix things up. His posture was poor, arching forward, and his eyes nervously darted around the room.
"I ain't gonna bite hon. Have a seat." Hannah assures, patting the spot next to her upon the comfy leather sofa.
This ushered the boy closer, and his hands retreated from his pockets in order to slide on the couch. His eyes briefly settled on hers, before looking to the window in front of them. Hannah's didn't veer off into the distance, and instead peered into the side of his head. Her left arm gently reaches across the boys hunched shoulders, before softly settling around him. The boy visibly tenses for a moment,but very slowly relaxes to her touch.
"M.. My name is Thomas." the boy stammers.
Hannah smirks, squeezing his side affectionately, which coaxes a small jump from the young man. "Mines Hannah, sweetheart. I heard you played video games, if I'm not mistaken. Which one's do you tend to play a lot?"
Thomas' ears immediately perked up at the word, with a faint smile at the corner of his muzzle. "Yeah. I kinda like Japanese RPG's the most. Been playing 'Demon Soul's' a lot lately."
There was a slight advantage of being somewhat aware of different cultures. She wasn't a large fan personally, but her son does have a meager collection of games, including the one he spoke of. Hannah could draw a number of conclusions from his genre of choice, but didn't jump to conclusions just yet.
"Hmm.. Heard that was a difficult one. Do you like difficult games?" Hannah inquires.
"I guess... I mean, it feels pretty good when I accomplish something. Better than a cakewalk game."
"How far are you in?"
"Not too far. It's kinda hard."
Hannah grins lightly, subtly pulling the boy a little bit closer to her. This time, he seemed to be much less tense. He even moved himself a small degree against her. She spent a moment in silence, letting him get comfortable in his new position.
"Your a cute little guy, Thomas. You have a girlfriend?" Hannah asks, inciting a blush from the boy.
"No I.. I mean, I have a few girls who are friends, just nothing deeper than that. They all have boyfriends." Thomas stammers, averting his gaze to the floor.
"Well, no need to rush headfirst into things. Do you think you have a lot of friends?"
"Not many popular kids, but we have our little clique just like everyone else." Thomas counters, somewhat snappily.
"You sound like you don't like it that way."
"I just... I just don't get it. It's not like we hate each other, but if I try and talk to a different girl or guy I just get a nose turned up at me. We all grew up in the same damn elementary school, but the way we treat one another you'd think we just met."
"Seems like your just beyond all the high school bullshit to me." Hannah comments, "Kids grow up at different rates, both mentally and physically."
Thomas just grumbled a little, leaning into Hannah's side. The Panther took this opportunity to wrap around him just a little firmly, and lean against him as well. They balanced each other a little, while his shoulder gently dug into her side. Hannah didn't pursue what he just mumbled, and instead, her hand that settled against his shoulder begins to gently sweep down his torso.
"Jealous of the bigger guys?" Hannah asks.
"N.. No." Thomas denies, eyes trailing at the hand that suddenly settled on his left leg.
"Your right. What would a little stud like you need to be jealous about?" Hannah purrs, suddenly squeezing his upper thigh. This causes the teenagers spine to become rigid, and suddenly become an exemplary show of posture! "Thomas, have you ever had sex with a woman?"
"What?" Thomas counters, his voice almost cracking.
"I said, have you ever had with a woman?"
"Not yet."
"What's stopping you?"
"I.. uh.. I jus-!" Thomas begins, suddenly interrupted by her lecherous hand moving between his legs.
Without warning or permission, right as the smaller Lapine gentleman looked her way with suddenly panicked eyes and stammers of a messy explanation, she leaned in for a solid kiss. His words faded into her maw, and whatever nervousness or hesitation melted from his demeanor. The world spun around them, forcing the Lapine youth to grasp his arm around her midsection for balance. The kiss broke once the Lapine needed some air. Hannah spied the flustered red that had overtaken his facial features, and she could only bare her fangs in an affectionate smirk.
"So, let's try that question again. Are you jealous of the bigger guys, Thomas?" Hannah inquires slyly.
"Not anymore, no." Thomas admits, in a contented exhale.