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A Thorough Physical

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a

fantasy

by

Gruffy & Roderick

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Heyo!

This is a naughty story, written in collaboration with Rod_Erich and features one of his fursonas, plus some new OCs involved in some dirty medical fun. That's something a bunch of you guys think, so I'm sure that this story will be a pleasurable read...I hope! Give me your feedback, and as always, remember that sharing on your furry social media helps others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

Cheerio!

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Roderick Erichsen hummed quietly to himself as he sat in the clinic's waiting room, waiting for his name to be called up.

The sabertoothed tiger had barely paid any attention so far to the clinic's mostly bare, but otherwise clean interior. His icy blue eyes were drawn to the screen of his phone as he scrolled through the list of YouTube videos in an effort to find something mildly entertaining to pass the time. He'd come a little early, but his appointment ought to have been soon. The nurse had told him as much, and he wanted to believe.

As he continued to scroll through the list of videos, the feline could feel the stares from the other patients aimed to him. After all, it was not everyday that one would see a sabertoothed tiger with silvery white fur covered with the typical puma markings on his coat, along with a thick, long tail. Furthermore, his bulk filled up his dark green t-shirt and khaki shorts. He wasn't all that muscular, but he did have a nice, robust figure if he said so himself.

Growing up with highly competitive and physical brothers did have its perks, he mused to himself.

Of course Rod had barely clicked on a video and adjusted his earbuds when he heard his name being called. He'd only seen perhaps five seconds of the helmet cam-shot snowboarding video at that point.

"Erichsen!"

The sabrecat tugged his plugs out of his ears and stashed his phone in his pocket. The nurse calling him up was a wolverine, and she was wearing white scrubs and looking very professional. He was a bit surprised that she was holding a tablet in her paws, which was probably where she had read his name out of. Perhaps the medical profession had done with pen and paper, Rod thought.

"That's me," Rod said once he had gotten up to his full height.

"Doctor Murray will see you now, Mister Erichsen," the wolverine said. "This way, please..."

He followed with short steps, so as not to overtake the woman. She was a bit older than he was, but probably not thirty yet. Rod was fairly sure that many found her sexy in her white, tight-fitting uniform. He didn't really see it, even when he took a peek at her butt. He didn't let it linger.

"Here, mister..."

She opened a door into another room and gestured for Rod to enter first.

"Mister Erichsen!" Rod could hear her announce him behind him.

He was looking around the room already. It didn't look different from any medical examination room he had seen before. Desk, chair, medical books and leaflets, plastic-laminated posters with skeletons and cutaways of organs on them, an exam table and a folding screen for privacy ought it be needed. Even the smell was the same, some super powerful soap they used to keep things extra clean.

"Ah, yes!"

The speaker was a bear. He was big as he was as tall, something which Rod appreciated when the doctor approached to him and offered his paw to shake. He had a rich, dark brown fur and a shock of blonde hair. The doctor wore a short-sleeved white coat that left the forearms bare. Rod wasn't sure he had seen a doctor wear something like that before. He wore dark blue scrubs underneath. The black and white sneakers on his footpaws were a bit of a shock too. He'd expected something a bit more... doctor-like.

"Murray," the doctor said.

"Erichsen," Rod found himself saying during the bear's firm grip. "Roderick, T..."

He felt a bit silly, but chuffed it away. The bear didn't seem to mind.

"Please sit down on that chair," the bear gestured at one by the desk, "I'll just wash my paws and we'll start. I won't need you for the moment, Caitlyn!"

"Yes, Doctor!" the wolverine said from the door. "I will be at the office."

"Thank you, Caitlyn," the bear murmured.

Rod sat down on the blue plastic chair as he idly watched Dr. Murray going off to wash his paws thoroughly on the sink before drying them off. He bent forward a little to do it, which meant that Rod could see the outline of his butt and his tail under the hem of the coat that was hence pressed more fur tight on him. The bear's deep green eyes crinkled up as he smiled at the young sabertooth while pulling paper towels from a wall dispenser.

"So, how are we doing, Roderick?" the doctor asked when he went to sit on the larger, leather lined chair behind the desk. The doctor swiveled until he face Rod. He leaned back on his chair with his paw fingers steepled together in a relaxed manner. His eyes maintained their attentive gaze on the sabrecat on the spot.

"Well, I've been doing okay so far," came the reply.

Doctor Murray smirked.

"That is a very broad statement alright, but I can see that you are a male on your prime," the bear said.

Rod blinked. He wasn't really expecting that kind of compliment from the bear. "Uhm... thanks?" he replied with an uncertain grin. Maybe he'd understood it wrong, even. Maybe doctors were supposed to say things like that. He wasn't sure. It'd been a long time since he'd seen a doctor.

"Consider it an expert opinion!" Murray grinned. "I do have a few other questions for starters, too. Do you eat and sleep regularly? Is that ever a problem for you?"

The white furred sabertooth gave a tiny shrug.

"Well, I try to keep my meal, exercise, and resting times balanced everyday... and I don't think I have had any cold or the like lately."

The doctor nodded thoughtfully, and "hmnmmmmh'd". He was not making notes, at least not yet.

"Yes, I am sure I could smell if you were harboring anything in your sinuses!" the bear smiled.

Rod felt like smiling, too. He'd forgotten how keen doctors usually were with their nosepads. They could smell some conditions as soon as the patient stepped into the room, he'd seen on TV shows over and over again. Then again... their abilities on the TV does seem a bit too exaggerated.

Rod didn't like hospitals all that much when they weren't behind the TV screen, however, and doctors always made him nervous. So, he was glad that doctor Murray was at least making an attempt to be friendly.

"Uh, good," he said.

"It is!" the bear sounded enthusiastic. "There's been a lot of colds going around."

"Guess I've been lucky not to catch one then," the sabercat mused.

"That snotty business aside, I am pleased to hear you are feeling well," doctor Murray said. "How about you pop off your shirt for me? We better start with a few basic investigations. It won't take long."

The sabertooth blinked, but nodded. "Okay, sure," he said, moving his paws to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off his body, careful not to catch the fabric on the tip of his sabered fangs. He settled the shirt to the empty chair beside him, folding it somewhat carelessly.

"Good, good. You seem to be the type who exercise a lot," the bear doctor said with a thoughtful hum. He then gestured to the examination table on the other side of the small room. "Perhaps you could sit there."

Rod nodded and climbed up to the leather lined examination table and sat on the edge, watching as doctor Murray pulled out a stethoscope and plugged the buds to his ears.

"I'll just listen to your heart and lungs, briefly..." the bear noted, "I doubt there will be any nasty surprises, but standard procedure is just that..."

Doctor Murray was smiling again. He sure was a cheerful one, Rod thought. It was probably a good thing, that he could take his serious job in good humor.

"This may feel a bit cold."

He wasn't joking this time. The flat end of the stethoscope head did feel cold, digging against Rod's skin.

"Just relax, and breathe in...and out..."

Rod did as he was told to. The bear moved the stethoscope across his chest and pressed it on places, then over his back while he continued to take the deep huffs as instructed.

"And quiet...as I listen to the heart..." said the bear.

Doctor Murray spent some time with his stethoscope over Rod's left pectoral. The sabrecat wasn't sure how long he had to listen to his heart to make a diagnosis, but eventually the doctor bear did remove the stethoscope and folded it back into his white coat pocket.

"All checks out fine!" he said. "Would you please return to the chair now? I'll check your glands and your throat next."

"Er... which glands?" Rod's brows furrowed in slight confusion. As he remembered from his high school biology, there were a number of glands in his body. He did comply with the doctor's word however and sat back down on the blue plastic chair, turning to the bear expectantly.

"Oh, just these ones here," the bear poked the sides of his own throat with another of his big smirks. "Just look at me...and stay still.."

"Ah..." said the cat.

The bear's paws felt warm and surprisingly light in their touch. Murray put them under Rod's jaw and pressed here and there, palpating for whatever he wanted to feel there. He clicked his tongue when his paws fell away.

"Nothing remarkable there," he said. "I doubt you are festering any infections. Next bit you know, I'm sure..."

The bear reached for a stainless steel can out of which many slips of wood, like ice cream sticks, poked out. Those Rod did recognize among the medical implements on the desktop. There were a few other familiar things there as well, and many strange ones too. Murray took one of the sticks into his paw and picked a small flashlight into the other, the shape and size of a fat pen.

"Now open up and say aaah!"

He felt silly while doing so, but he complied either way. Rod could feel the stick pressing down his tongue while the bear peered down his mouth and the back of his throat with the flashlight. Murray removed the stick before it could get uncomfortable, and promptly threw the stick away in a yellow trash can labeled with the BIOHAZARD symbol he knew so well from TV and games, and the words "FOR INCINERATION". It sounded ominuous to him, and a bit funny too.

"Well, all seems well down there, no inflammations or anything," the doctor remarked with a smile.

Rod smiled back. "Thanks."

"Perfectly healthy looking teeth, too...no skin or fur blemishes as far as I can tell, either. Now, I would like you to stand up and face away from me. Just stand, arms to your sides, please."

Rod nodded, standing up straight and turning to face the wall opposite the doctor and stretched out his arms to his sides. He couldn't help but flex his shoulders around for a bit. Truth to be told, he was starting to feel a bit cold in the room, but he felt it was a trivial matter so he kept silent.

He could feel the doctor's keen eyes on him as the bear hmm'd away.

"Nothing seems to be amiss from the first glance...would you bend forward, as if trying to touch your toes for me? I shall inspect the curvature of your spine."

"Sure."

Rod did just that, even if it felt a bit funny. He could feel the tip of his tail twitch between his footpaws while he assumed such a pose.

"Let's see..."

He felt the bear's fingers on his spine. It gave him a bit of a pause. He hadn't expected the inspection to involve actual touching. The bear's fingers pressed quite firmly and moved along both sides of his spinal column. He pulled his paws slowly all the way to the point where the spine narrowed out into the base of his tail.

"Yes, all perfectly fine!"

"Hmmhmm..." was all Rod could say as he slowly rose from his bent position. He did a small stretch. "So, what else, doctor?"

The bear was rubbing his big paws together when the sabrecat glanced at him over his shoulder, then turning to face him properly, face full of curiosity.

"Now, you should remove the rest of your clothing," the doctor said matter-of-fact.

"Wait, what?" Rod's eyes surely goggled as he made the question. Did he just hear right? The bear definitely noticed it too.

"Sorry if it came out of the blue. Well, it says on your file you're in for a full body physical examination," the bear chuckled good naturedly. "It's time for a more thorough examination, I'm sure you understand."

The sabertooth felt his face heating up slightly. He did not realized that a full physical entailed getting down to fur only. "Oh..."

"Not to worry, your secret stays with me, Roderick," the bear grinned cheekily, making a gesture over his heart.

"Haha... okay then," the white furred feline chuckled if not nervously. His paws went down to the band of his shorts. "So, should I sit down for this or..."

"Oh, you should keep standing up for now," Murray said. "You can put your clothes onto the chair. They're safe there. The exam won't take very long."

"Okaay..." still feeling slightly nervous, Rod kicked off his sandals and pulled down his shorts. He paused hesitantly when his fingers went down to his boxer briefs, but with an almost inaudible sigh, the sabertooth stripped off the last piece of fabric of his body.

Almost instinctively, his paws went to cover his privates just as he placed his clothes on the empty chair. His long, thick tail looped about nervously behind him.

Doctor Murray simply smiled professionally as he studied the male feline before him. His green eyes roamed all over the sabertooth's firm musculature from top to bottom. "You do have a nice, robust figure. You really take a good care of yourself, Roderick," he commented with an approving nod. "Hmm, bit of a paunch there. Maybe tone down on the pizza, eh?" he added with a chuckle.

"Ah-hahah... I guess," Rod's own grin didn't really reach his eyes. His tail flicked about somewhat. He hadn't really expected the examination to come down to comments about his body like that. It didn't sound exactly... scientific to him. Perhaps he was just confused. It had been a very long time since he'd had a physical done like this.

"Now...this one is an old favourite... at least in the Army," the bear rumbled out a low chuckle, "but I assure you, it is nothing to worry about. I will have to take a hold of your testicles and touch your inner thigh to ensure that the innervation is all in working order."

Rod could feel the insides of his ears turn hot with embarrassment. The description was very orderly, but what it involved was not something he was mentally prepared to.

"Oh..."

The bear chuckled again.

"Don't worry, I am not famous for my cold paws," Murray said. "You will be safe with me in charge."

Rod felt his tail twitch some more, but then nodded.

"Okay, if you must..."

The bear stepped slightly closer before he maneuvered his paw into place. Rod thought he felt his own eyes bulge when the alien fingers touched his balls. It was not like the bear was fondling them or anything, but it certainly did feel odd.

"Now just relax... and I'll poke here..."

The bear's fingers touched his thigh. Only a moment later, the paw on his nuts disappeared. Whatever he had been looking for, he had obviously found, although Rod wasn't sure if anything had really happened.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" the bear noted.

"Uh... yeah..." Rod wasn't sure what to feel, or say, exactly. It did feel odd. What was that all about really, he wondered. Was something supposed to happen?

"Now tell me, Roderick," the bear continued in the same easy manner, "do you self-examine your testicles regularly?"

The white furred sabertooth coughed. "Erm... h-how do you mean?" Rod felt his face go warm right up to the tips of his ears. Pretty sure the doctor was referring to something else and not what he was thinking of.

"Surely you have heard of the recommendation that all men examine their testicles once a week for lumps, swellings and the like, signs of problem down there?" the bear raised his brow.

"Ah... I might heard of that..." Rod answered. He honestly did. Once. A very long time ago. "I'm guessing we're going to go over that examination?" he said with a bit of a tense sigh.

"We don't just look for problems here, we also try to prevent them from happening in the first place," the bear stated. "And young men in your age cohort are unfortunately one of the biggest groups affected by testicular problems."

Rod flinched at the very idea of 'problems' in that part of his body.

"Ugh."

"Hence it is suggested by the CDC and the NIH that all young men self-examine once a week!" the bear repeated his earlier orders. "You should lie down on the exam bed now, on your back, if you would. I shall demonstrate the procedure for you."

"Alright, alright..." somewhat resignedly, the very much naked sabercat climbed back to the examination table, trying hard not to feel too nervous as he waited for doctor Murray to begin the procedure.

"Relax, this won't hurt a bit," the bear reassured him with a smile.

Rod couldn't feel but his nervousness climbing back up despite the doctor's words. He turned his head to see doctor Murray putting on some rubber gloves over his paws and stood near the end of the examination bed.

So far, there were no intrusive looking devices visible, which Rod found to be a relief. He really didn't want his balls to be poked at by...instruments.

"Just try to relax, Roderick," the bear hummed as he flexed his thick fingers. He was looking at the sabercat completely nonchalantly, as if he was about to take his temperature and not...examine. "This will certainly not hurt. I know very well how sensitive such parts can be."

Rod's tail flopped about nervously. The doctor's assurances were not entirely working, he had to admit to himself.

"Now, would you pull your knees just a little up towards your chest and bend them up a little...yes...just like this," the bear instructed. He used his paws to make a little adjustment to place the cat's legs more to his liking. Rod had his knees up and his footpaws flat against the surface of the exam bed. It felt like a highly exposed position, considering where the bear now stood he had a perfect view both at the sabrecat's sheath and the plump nuggets hanging below. Rod felt very self-conscious and wondered if the bear's infamous diagnostic nose could smell anything untoward. He knew those body parts could get quite musky if he didn't wash them daily. He had showered in the morning... Rod hoped dearly that it was enough.

"This is quite simple, actually, Mister Erichsen..." the bear rumbled away, "one merely takes a hold of the scrotal sac like this..."

Rod almost gasped when the bear promptly took his balls into his paw. The fingers felt exactly as large as before, but thankfully warm. He didn't even dare to think what it would have felt like to have cold digits wrapping around his nuts.

He did let off a gasp when he felt the doctor's digits squeeze lightly, rolling his balls gently in his palm. The squeezing and rolling motions continued for a while, and Rod had to bite his lip to prevent himself to let off the whine that had threatened up to spill from his muzzle. It wasn't like he could help it. The sensation was not that different from having his balls fondled... in a wholly non-clinical manner.

To Rod's dismay, his own, exposed cock twitched in response to doctor Murray's touch. He could feel his sheath going plump as his privates continued to be stimulated. He tried to think of random thoughts to keep himself growing hard. Now that would be something really embarrassing... popping a boner during a medical exam! It was probably the stuff that they would laugh over at the staff coffee room afterwards. Weren't they meant to have patient-doctor confidence just for that purpose?

Think of that Try Not to Cringe video, think of that Try Not to Cringe video... he repeated over and over in his mind, biting back another moan when the bear happened to squeeze a little bit harder.

And then it was thankfully over, or at least so Rod thought. The bear's paw disappeared and he simply stood there, smiling lightly. It wasn't the same cheerful smirk he'd had before, but then again, Rod had the opinion that it would've probably been somewhat inappropriate to have a huge grin on your face after manipulating a patient's genitals.

"All done!" the bear announced. "And nothing unusual found, I can also say!"

Rod let off a sigh, both from relief that the doctor didn't find any problems and also that the paws had left his testicles. He wasn't sure how long he could hold it any longer. With that, he sat up, pulling his knees up and tail around himself in a somewhat protective manner.

"Anything else, doctor?" he went on to ask as his eyes strayed towards his pile of clothes on the chair.

"Just one more thing," Murray said. "I will also have to examine your prostate gland."

Rod's tail went rigid. The fur around his neck fluffed up for a second before settling back down. "M-my prostate..."

"Why yes. We wouldn't want to find any complications now, would we?" said the doctor.

"Er... yeah, but is it really necessary...?" The sabertooth trailed off, looking anywhere but the doctor.

"It's important to check and detect any abnormalities in your prostate gland early rather than late," the bear stated matter-of-factly. "After all, prostate cancer is the most common form of cancer among males. Besides that, of course, there are other issues that can manifest at a younger age, which are less serious but can be bothersome."

"I... well, okay, when you put it like that," Rod's ears remained flat against his scalp.

Doctor Murray smiled apologetically. "Forgive me if I sounded blunt. I hadn't intended to scare you, Roderick."

Rod smiled back awkwardly. He didn't feel like it was a matter of smiling about.

"So, if you must..." he muttered.

"Lie down on your right side, please, facing the wall," the bear said. "I'll just fetch a fresh pair of gloves and some surgical lubricant, to make things easier."

"Okay..." Rod instinctively gulped as he turned to face the wall. His tail twitched about nervously as he tried not to think about the upcoming testing round. He hoped it wouldn't be too awkward... mainly for himself. The doctor had probably done it hundreds of times to equally embarrassed men, young and old. The knowledge didn't make Rod feel any better. He'd heard all the jokes about such examinations before, including from his father who probably was old enough to need one for real.

"Splurt!"

He heard a a goopy sound that did not reassure his worries.

"Alright..." said the doctor bear. "You're lying just about right..so I'll just insert one finger through your anus into your rectum and search and feel the prostate for anything unusual."

"E-eh... uh... okay," Rod replied, his heart thumping against his chest. He tried not to think about anything in particular as he felt the doctor's gloved and lubed fingers pressing against the crevice of his ass. He jerked slightly when he felt the cold lube made contact with the sensitive skin on his backside.

"Mmmgg..." biting his lips, Rod could feel the bear's finger being inserted into his asshole, slowly going upwards in a gentle, circular motion.

"Just keep breathing in...and out..." said the bear. His other paw was holding onto Rod's tail and keeping it out of the way while he wriggled more of his finger into the sabercat's forbidden depths. Rod couldn't understand how anyone could really figure anything out from such a procedure. It surely required a lot of practice, he thought. Did someone actually volunteer as a subject for it?

He had no doubts about the doctor hitting his mark. The poke of the gloved finger on his prostate made his insides jerk and coil. He wondered what the doctor thought about it, whether it was a normal reaction to feeling something like that. Rod didn't want to stand out weirdly.

His hopes of the procedure ending as quickly as it began was slowly dashed as doctor Murray continued to feel against his prostate as seconds ticked by. The bear's gloved finger brushed against his sensitive gland numerous times while the ursine hem'd and haw'd behind Rod. The motions of course stimulated the sabertooth's already worked out nerves.

"Mmmh..." Rod tried desperately to think about embarrassing moments from his life but every time the doctor tickled his prostate, his thoughts would stray to more... indecent memories.

Hot faced, Rod realized a little bit too late that his sheath had already grown plump. His own raging hard on was straining to break free from its confines, held back only by his thighs which were pinning his crotch down. If he shifted his leg, his member would surely break free.

Rod tried not to think about that potentially embarrassing situation as he bit back another moan when doctor Murray's finger pressed against his prostate.

"Hmmm...hmm..."

The sabrecat was counting seconds till this ordeal would be over. Rod didn't want to see a doctor ever again, at least not for another 20 years or so.

"PLOP!"

The removal of the finger made him feel blissfully empty, albeit still itchy and far too blushed for comfort. It was almost worse than all the jokes he had heard about such examinations. He hadn't expected the bear to rummage through his insides for that long.

Even though it was oddly pleasurable... No don't think that way! He hastily chatisized himself.

"Uh...dare I even ask what you...ah...found?"

He heard the slap of latex and then the clap of a trashcan lid while the doctor deposited of the glove from the embarrassing exam. Rod felt oddly glad for that too. He didn't dare to move, as his sheath and legs were pretty much the only thing holding back his erection. He hoped the doctor would give him more time to... cool off before telling him to move.

He also hoped that it was the last of the exams.

"Hmm..."

The bear's hum did not sound reassuring.

"Yes?" Rod questioned. He clambered up to a sitting position and swung his tail over his hips to cover his modesty. This way he could also look at the doctor, pottering about with his equipment at his desk. Rod didn't like that the bear was taking his time in replying.

"Well?"

"I did not detect anything alarming, but..."

Rod felt instantly alarmed by the remark.

"Doctor?" he demanded. His tail grew rigid instantly.

"...but I think there is a hint of vesicular congestion there, I think, from what I felt during the examination," the bear said.

"What... what's this vesicular congestion?" Rod gulped as he drew his tail closer to himself. He did not like the sound of that.

Doctor Murray smiled reassuringly.

"It's nothing serious, but it might affect your reproductive function later on" he said. I will have to do some more tests, naturally. It won't hurt of course," he held up his paws when he saw Rod going rigid again.

The sabercat wasn't pleased to hear that he had to go through another test. However, as the doctor had explained to him, he might as well go through it. Problems in that department were not something he wanted to suffer. Rod began to wonder all this was what people usually had to go through when they had their annual physical check up.

"Alright, doctor. What's this test about?"

"Oh, it's quite simple," the bear smiled. "I will have to take a sample of your sperm."

It took a while for Rod to process what the ursine doctor had just said. He felt his face heating back up, right to the tips of his pierced ears.

"You-my-what?" Rod didn't want to admit it, but he thought that his voice had turned into a squeak.

"It is possible that there is a structural blockage causing the vesicular congestion," the doctor explained while he began to search through the medical equipment on the desk, "a strong ejaculation is usually enough to clear it up."

Rod's maw fell open at the word 'ejaculation'. This was in no way the kind of a conversation he had envisioned he would have with the doctor during his physical.

"A...a what?"

"Your prostate produces and stores seminal fluid, mister Erichsen," the bear said. "Sometimes things there can get a little blocked up, so to speak. A forceful ejaculation generally clears this condition."

Rod had the weird feeling that he heard and understood every word the bear was saying, but his brain was refusing to comprehend what the doctor really mean with it all in these circumstances.

So the words that came out from his mouth was a simple, dumbstruck, "Wot?"

The bear's green eyes glinted in amusement...which Rod found highly inappropriate. Was the bear trying to make it easier to him by lightning up the mood? At least the doctor wasn't smirking. Rod didn't want to think that the bear might actually enjoy, on some perverted level, on inflicting such intimate examinations on his hapless patients.

"An ejaculation is required to remove the congestion of the vesicles," the bear said, matter-of-fact again.

He opened a little cardboard box on his desktop and took something out of it, small enough that it fit into his paw and Rod could not see what it was exactly.

"Well, uh...but how...you say it would really work?" Rod said. "You...you said that I don't even have anything wrong going on...there..."

He felt dumb for asking, but Rod really wanted to be sure that he was understanding everything right.

"...and you still think that I need a sample taken?"

The bear approached the examination couch again.

"It is both the examination, and the cure for any potential issues," Murray said. "If you would then climb onto your paws and knees on the bed, please..."

Rod gave the doctor a blank stare. "Ex-excuse me?"

The doctor gestured to the bed with a patient smile. "I would need you to climb on your paws and knees on the bed, facing away from me."

"Just a question... how is this gonna... nevermind," the feline shook his head as he clambered up on the examination bed, feeling extremely embarrassed. His tail swished about agitatedly as he was on his knees and paws, facing the wall. Inwardly, he realized that he had placed himself in a terribly exposed position--and a familiar one, in a wholly non clinical way at that--to the doctor.

"I still don't know how I'm gonna...aren't you gonna give me the cup?" Rod muttered.

He glanced at the doctor. Murray was quizzical for a moment before he let out a chuckle. That didn't help Rod's nerves at all.

"Ah..." said the bear. "if you are thinking of how they are done at the fertility clinic...that is not how we do it here. No cup and no dirty magazine."

The bear let out another chuff.

Rod's ears flicked. "Er... then how..." he blinked when he saw Murray putting on another pair of latex gloves.

"Just try to relax," the bear said as he fiddled with the thing which he had taken from his desk.

From his position, it was a bit hard to see, but Rod could finally make out a tiny square packaging. His muzzle fell open again when he recognizes the shape of a condom.

"Wait, what?"

"For collection of the ejaculate," Winters said.

"Ahem...who do you have to keep repeating that word, doc?" Rod huffed.

"I don't seen any problem," the bear replied, with some puzzlement. "It is a descriptive term, just like... epistaxis, or... vagina!"

"Ugh..."

Rod had no idea what 'epistaxis' meant, it sounded dreadful, whatever it was, but 'vagina' was pretty straight forward, even if it was startling to hear it exclaimed so loudly by the doctor. His tail went rigid when he felt the doctor slip his paw under his and take hold of his sheath. The bear began to gently massage it, coaxing his member out from its fleshy protective cover.

"Are you r-really gonna...hey..." Rod mumbled. His big paws gripped on the bed. "Can't I do that mys-uh...myself?"

He could feel himself grow rigid and pop out. It really didn't take all that much, all considered, the earlier tests had gotten him somewhat riled up, even if he felt extremely embarrassed by the whole procedure. His face felt like it was on fire at the knowledge of being so damn exposed. His tail twitched agitatedly.

"Oh..."

Rod bit his lip.

"It will be easier if I perform the extraction."

"Ext- "

Rod hissed at the feel of his penis sliding out of his sheath and into the bear's gloved paw. A moment later, the rubbery sensation of the condom was pressed onto his tip and then rolled down along his shaft. It squeezed snugly on his shaft. Rod tried not to moan. Despite the weirdness of the situation, it probably felt better than it should.

"Is there really no b-better way to do this?"

The doctor hummed while he gently squeezed on the feline's thick red shaft.

"No, unless you want me to inject a local anaesthetic into your testes and the penile shaft before inserting a tube down your urethra for collection."

Rod winced and visibly quivered at the suggestion. Now that sounded like pure nightmare.

"Alright, alright... mmh... just do what you must... ah..."

"Keep calm and stay relaxed, mister Erichsen," said Doctor Murray with a small smile Rod couldn't even see as he continued to squeeze and stroke at the stiff member, running his thumb over the sensitive barbs on the tip of the feline's cock.

The sabertooth's tail continued to swing around agitatedly, brushing against the bear's face occasionally.

Murray pushed the offending tail away. "Mister Erichsen, if you could keep calm..."

"S-sorry..." the cat mumbled. "I'm really not very used to something like this..."

"Not many are, do not worry!" the bear sounded placating. He did not miss a stroke, either, still continuing to stimulate the confused sabercat's shaft. "But you do need to stay calm!"

"Uhh..." Rod huffed and shifted his knees. "Awh..."

"Hmm..." said the doctor, who'd just had to dodge Rod's tail again..." I think I may need a bit of help here..."

Rod's brow quirked in puzzlement. He felt the bear's paw leave his dick, and turned to look at the doctor.

"Uh... how do you mean?" the feline went to ask, looking as the doctor seemed to duck out of view, fiddling with something underneath the examination bed. Rod wondered just what the bear was doing. Maybe he was adjusting the examination bed, somehow. Instead, he saw the bear pull out several long strips of some material from under the bed.

"What's that?" the crouching sabercat asked.

"Something to help you both to relax and to keep in place for the procedure," Murray said. He held several thick, padded strips of blue cloth on his paws. Rod could see large plastic buckles on the ends.

"What?" he yelped. "Those are like...restraints!"

"Indeed!" the bear said cheerfully. "These are weighted bindings. Their heaviness will soothe you to relax in one place while I perform the sample procurement."

Rod's eyes widened.

"Do you really mean I have to be like tied down?" the sabercat mumbled with a frown. He did not like the idea at all.

Doctor Murray nodded. "

Why yes. It's the only way I could safely produce an ejaculation and get a sample of your sperm without being constantly assaulted by your tail, mister Erichsen," he chuckled good naturedly.

Rod's face heated up in response.

"S-sorry 'bout that..."

"No worries, no worries," the bear said amicably. "This won't hurt at all. But I really need you to stay still, mister Erichsen."

Rod certainly didn't want to be tied down, but it appeared that there was little choice in the matter. The bear acted like it as a no issue, but Rod surely didn't feel that confident about it. It wasn't the bear who had his ass bare and was being asked to perform - or have performed upon - a very intimate procedure the sabercat had definitely not expected to need when he arrived for his physical.

"And that's the only way?" Rod asked again.

"It is the most comfortable way," Murray said.

"Ehhh..." the cat flinched. "Well do what you have to..."

He watched the doctor strapping the padded restraints around his paws, wrists, and ankles. Much to his embarrassment, the straps around his ankle went up to his legs, and up to his waist, where a strap went around his tail to hold it up so it wouldn't be getting in the way. It reminded him of a past time with a friend. Of course said friend was not a doctor and the activities were wholly unrelated to a clinical check up.

And that had involved a lot of leather.

Rod felt his cock throbbing at the thought.

"Urghhh... just get around with it doc..." the sabercat groaned when he thought the ursine was taking his sweet time tying him up. He probably didn't have to do quite that thorough a job of it, Rod thought.

"I think you are ready now..." said the bear. He checked the bindings around Rod's right wrist before he returned behind the cat. Rod was truly feeling very exposed, the way he was on all fours and now he could barely adjust his position, with his legs and arms secured to the examination couch. His tail was tied down, and that meant the bear was fairly directly staring at his asshole. In a way it was even worse than the earlier prostate exam. it made Rod's ears throb in shame.

"Well I hope so..." Rod huffed. "I don't know how long I want to be like this..."

"This generally does not take very long," the doctor said.

Murray reached between the sabercat's legs and grabbed his penis again. Rod wanted to hiss when he felt his dick pulled down to point towards the surface of the examination bed. It made his shaft strain and throb in the bear's grip.

"G-guh... easy there, doctor..." the feline moaned as the ursine continued his routine of squeezing and pumping his cock.

"Mmm..."

Rod's soft moans and hisses were the only sound that could be heard throughout the small room for the next few minutes. The restraints held back unnecessary movements, as well as his tail as Murray went on with stimulating the feline's barbed member.

"Hah... h-huh..."

The sabertooth was starting to sweat from holding the position, as well as exertion from the almost-but-technically-not-a-handjob he was receiving. The doctor behind him didn't utter much except for the occasional casual hum. For him it really appeared to be just another day in the office.

Rod wondered how long this test was going to be, as he was starting to ache from keeping the position. Even more than that, he wasn't even close to ejaculating. In any other scenario, he might found the activity to be sensually stimulating but at this moment, the drive just wasn't there. It also seemed that Murray had sensed this as the ursine's grip on Rod's rubber coated member slowly slackened.

"Hmmh... w-what is it, doc?" the feline went to ask, turning his head in an effort to look at the doctor. His face was still flaming in embarrassment.

Doctor Murray had a pensive look on his face. "Well, mister Erichsen, I take it you're far more resilient compared to others," he stated.

Rod wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"Uh..."

"Most of my subjects would have already provided the sample required." the bear said. "Either this means that you have an unusual amount of sexual stamina, or that indeed the vesicular congestion is causing it..."

Rod's eyes widened.

"Is...is that really a thing?" he gawked.

"I'm afraid so," the bear nodded. "It is just what I was concerned about. The congestion can cause difficulty in reaching an orgasm and ejaculation."

Rod huffed.

"Are you...doctor, are you sure it's not just...this isn't exactly..." he rumbled ,"crap, I don't even know what to say...ah...you know these aren't exactly the best circumstances for that?"

The bear chuckled. Rod's ears flattened at the cheerful sound.

"Oh, indeed," the bear said, "It is a rather clinical procedure without its discomforts. But do not worry, Mister Erichsen, I do have some ways to assist you."

Somehow, Rod felt a tiny bit of dread upon hearing that answer.

"Uh... like what?" he went to ask. He hoped that whatever the bear came up with, it wasn't what he was thinking about.

"I'll have to probe your prostate," came the reply. "To release the congestion and to promote ejaculation."

"Uhmmm..." Rod flinched. "Are you sure that I just don't need some more time...for you know?"

"I would not like to cause chafing," Murray said.

Rod wanted to crawl under the examination bed and disappear. He just couldn't see how the session could grow even more embarrassing than it already was .

"Oh alright," the sabercat grumbled.

"Not to worry, Mister Erichsen," Doctor Murray replied amicably. "I'll make sure you won't experience any discomfort."

"Yeah, well, I'm already uncomfortable enough," Rod thought to himself. He bit his lip when heard the telltale sound of the lube being squirted to the bear's gloved paw once again. That made him take some steadying breaths.

"Umhm...H´here we go," Rod thought when he felt one of doctor Murray's large paw pressing against the crevice of his exposed butt while the other went to wrap around his erect member once more. The white furred feline let off a soft gasp when he felt the ursine's finger pressing against the ring of his exposed anus. It almost felt like the bear was tickling at hs hole to make the muscles relent and let him plunge deep...which he did.

"Uh..."

"See...not so bad!" the bear enthused.

Rod tried to relax himself consciously, but found it hard. The bear's digit had already gone deep enough to find his prostate, and the pressure on it made his asshole clench around the gloved finger already imbedded in his rear. His body quivered as the doctor slowly massaged the sensitive spot in the depths of his ass while simultaneously jerking him off.

Distracted or not, his mouth opened into a big 'O' when Rod felt another finger first poke at his hole and then start pushing deeper into his ass, alongside the first. A rather loud moan escaped his lips, and Rod immediately felt his ears burn anew. That'd sounded much too pleasured, he thought.

Doctor Murray chuckled good naturedly behind him. He didn't miss a single stroke.

"A perfectly natural response, mister Erichsen. Nothing to feel embarrassed about," he said as he gave a rather strong squeeze on his patient's engorged shaft. "Hopefully this more direct and stronger massage will produce the desired response."

"Aawgh..." Rod bit on his lip.

"Of course, if there is any discomfort, you must tell me, Mister Erichsen," the bear spoke while he continued both the external and the internal massage.

"S-shuuure..." the sabercat's tail flailed from side to side, even in its bound state.

Rod visibly fidgeted and twitched under the doctor's ministrations. Pleasured moans came somewhat more freely from his muzzle as Murray continued to massage his prostate whilst squeezing and tugging on his member. The effect of the additional stimulation was soon making itself apparent, as the feline's breaths became somewhat more ragged, and his ass squeezed tightly around the bear's fingers.

Suddenly, the pressure on his prostate disappeared, as well as the fingers around his cock, for the second time. Rod took a few deep, calming breaths, wondering why the doctor had stopped again.

"Wh-wuh?" He could barely breathe properly.

"Well, you certainly are resilient..." Rod heard the doctor say quietly, as if talking to himself. The feline turned to look as the bear went to search the contents of his desk drawers.

"It appears that now is the time to properly stimulate your prostate, mister Erichsen," Murray said in a more audible tone as he retrieved a few items from the top drawer. "Not to worry, this shouldn't hurt since you've been properly prepared for the prostate probe. It's made of silicone!"

Rod could only stare at the so-called "prostate probe" that was held in one of the bear's gloved paw. If anything, it was a sizeable, rubber sex toy, colored in a sterile white. It was definitely a dildo, even if the entire surface was smooth, devoid of any the characteristic bumps or ridges. However, it did have a slight curve at the head, and the other end flared like he'd imagine things going up the butt should, lest they be lost forever.

The feline's eyes then strayed towards the other item on the doctor's paws. The shape was equally suspicious. A short, rubbery, black... thing held by an elastic band with a clasp on either end. It took a moment for Rod to recognize exactly what that was.

"Er... doc, is it really necessary to--"

"It may look like a sex toy, but I assure you, this isn't," the doctor cut him off with a chuckle. "As for this," he held up the rubber gag, "it will help you more relaxed as... the probing might prove to be too intense."

Rod felt his face burn. He tried to protest. "B-but surely..."

"Oh believe me, Mister Erichsen," the bear continued. He stepped back to over to where the sabercat remained bound on the examination bed, "I've seen some difficult cases have great trouble to reach an orgasm but once they have this in their maws, everything goes remarkably smoothly! Something about channeling the physical and mental tension, I think, and giving your teeth something to do as well, I've been told!"

The feline gave the bear a very confused look.

"How do you mean intense?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well, as you have noticed, I've had to use quite a lot of force to stimulate your prostate so far, and you have failed to reach ejaculation," Murray said. "The probe will be much more intense."

Rod couldn't see the so-called probe at the moment, but he did remember what it looked like, all the way down to its threatening size.

"Y-you make it sound like I won't be able to walk right afterwards, D-doc!" he huffed.

"Oh I'm sure you will find the experience quite relaxing," the doctor said. "Shall we proceed now? I'd hate to have to start all over again, so to speak..."

Rod felt both his asshole and his dick twitch at the idea of having to undergo the whole thing again from the beginning.

"Ugh...okay, so, just do what you have to, huh?" the sabercat demanded. "Don't think I can take this much longer...uh..."

"Then we better press on!" the bear enthused. "I'll just slip this in place..."

Doctor Murray lifted the gag and pressed it against Rod's lips. The sabrecat parted his maw somewhat ruefully to accept the strange, oblong rubber item in his mouth. It did not exactly spread his jaws apart too much, but biting down on it felt odd. The doctor pulled the straps around his head and snapped them together on the end before pulling on the strap to tighten it around his head.

"Hmpphh!"

"Not too tight I hope..." Murray noted.

"Gmphph!"

"There we go"

Satisfied that his patient was comfortable, Murray once again focused his attention on the white furred sabertooth's firm rear. He lubed the probe, making sure that every inch of the surface was covered by the slick, viscous liquid. The bear also liberally applied more lubricant to the surface of his patient's anal crevice, making the cat grumble and moan muffledly into his brand new gag.

"Take a deep breath, mister Erichsen," Murray said, prodding Rod's exposed rear entrance with the dildo's head. It pushed through almost effortlessly as Murray slowly slipped the length of the rubbery tool an inch by inch into Rod's rectum.

The sabertooth twitched and his limbs shifted in their restraints as he felt his ass being stretched wide open. While he had some experience on sizeable, exotic toys, the sudden intrusion of the cold, rubbery probe did feel uncomfortable.

"Mmmh! Grrmph...!"

"Deep breaths, mister Erichsen. Deep breaths," doctor Murray murmured soothingly as he pushed a few more inches of the probe into the feline's ass. He proceeded to slide the probe back a little, before pushing in again. The doctor didn't wait before repeating the motion.

And again.

If not for the gag around his muzzle, Rod's loud, pleasured growls and moans would have surely been heard throughout the clinic. The thickness of the probe put some heavy pressure on his prostate and made Rod's cock throb almost violently. The bear had let go of it for the moment, needing two paws for the initial insertion of the probe, which meant that his dick pulsed untouched, if very stiff, between Rod's legs.

"Hmm...I think sufficient penetration is being achieved...prostate response..."

The bear pinched the tip of Rod's penis, which only made the sabercat shudder again.

"Ah yes...you have excreted some pre-seminal fluid already...good, good!" Murray stated. "You are proceeding well."

"Gh-guh...."

He gave another moan when Murray continued to pump the probe while squeezing his cock in a kind of twisted rhythim. His whole body shuddered, his tail bound twitching as waves of pleasure continued to accumulate within him. Rod's silvery white fur glistened from a sheen of sweat that the passive physical exertion had produced.

"Mmrgh... gggrh...!" the cat moaned into the gag. His cock felt so hard, and so sensitive.

"That's it, mister Erichsen. Steady breaths... and keep calm. No need to rush."

Rod felt like glaring at the doctor. How could one keep perfectly calm when a big fat dildo was shoved in and out of their asshole while their cock was being jerked mercilessly? He panted and moaned instead, eliciting a small yelp when Murray shoved more and more of the probe into the depths of his ass.

'I thought this was gonna speed things up!' the sabrecat thought.

"I am absolutely sure that if there have been any issues with your prostate, this is going to solve them right away!" said the doctor, as if replying to the feline's huffs and puffs.

The sabercat was still dubious on whether any existed in the first place, but there was no mistaking that something was happening alright. The bear's steadily moving paw came him the unsettling feeling of being a dairy cow, milked for his produce. The probe pumping at his prostate was something else. For that he found no comparison. His legs shuddered and jittered and a strange pressure mixed with heat radiated from deep inside him. Rod got the distinct feeling that his prostate gland was not really meant to experience something like that.

"Phhfhh..." his voice broke into a kind of a purr come yowl. "Gh-hrff!"

It seemed that Murray had sensed the feline's climax, as he whispered encouraging words while amping up the motions of the probe while his fingers tightened around the head of Rod's dick. The cat's huffs and moans became more louder and desperate. And then, with a loud--but still greatly muffled yowl--Rod came.

Bursts of white semen gushed into the condom, quickly starting to fill up the reservoir tip. The feline shuddered and moaned as he continued to cum, panting as if he had just finished the most rigorous workout in his life. His elbows and knees were barely able to hold the muscled cat's weight as he slumped forward. His seed continued to pump out of him, his insides clenching around the probe still in his rump.

"Hah-haaaaahhhh... hfffffffff..... guh...."

"Just a few more moments, mister Erichsen..." the bear's voice was almost soothing by now, "I am sure you are producing a prodigious sample..."

Rod's mind felt as heavy as his body did. His dick gave some tired throbs and jerks in the bear's now thankfully much more loose grip. The cat's chin felt wet with all the saliva that had oozed out of his maw. His tongue, in comparison, was dry.

"Uuhhh..."

"There, there," said the doctor. "I'll be able to remove your restraints momentarily, once I have procured the sample."

Rod hoped with all his weary heart that whatever the doctor had done had been enough. He wasn't sure he could handle any further...procedures... for the moment, especially when it came to his nether parts.

"Hmmm..m.hmm...."

The bear let go of the probe in his ass, which meant that now it was just protruding obscenely from Rod's butthole. Apparently the doctor needed both of his paws, to first grip the base of the cat's shaft and then use the other gloved paw to carefully roll the condom off his length. Rod bit around the gag at the feel of the latex stroking along his super sensitive barbs. He did feel relieved when the sloppy object was finally removed.

"Hmm... a healthy color, for sure...and a very healthy amount, mister Erichsen..."

The insides of Rod's ears itched as he heard the bear make such an analysis of what he had deposited in the condom.

"I shall put this away, quickly, for the lab...then I shall let you go."

Rod decided that the freedom could not come soon enough. He was glad to hear the bear return after only a minute or so. The plastic probe in his ass felt bigger and bigger with every passing moment, now that the sexual tension in his body was waning. Getting the probe, the gag and the bindings off him was almost as good as the relief from the massage.

He didn't really want to think about that.

"You may put your clothes back on now," doctor Murray said.

Rod felt flushed and out of sorts throughout the act of dressing up. He was probably doing a record time, while the bear, after removing his surgical gloves, made some notes on the computer.

"I sure hope this was all," said Rod, once he buckled his belt and felt ready to get the hell out of the office.

The white-coated bear was looking at his computer and finished typing a sentence before he tipped his head towards the sabrecat.

"Yes, this is all," the bear said, "you can expect a completely clean bill of health, mister Erichsen."

"Phew," Erich breathed out. "I guess I'll just...go then."

"Yes, you may, mister Erichsen," the bear said.

"Uh..." Rod's tail swished behind him, and transmitted sore sensations into his butt, "okay...well, good day."

"Good day!" the bear smiled.

Rod turned about and was almost at the door, paw reaching for the knob when the bear's voice stopped him again.

"Oh, and give my best to Victor, would you?" Doctor Murray said. "You should remind your father that he is well due for his monthly prostate examination."

The sabertooth froze. A realization of sorts came to his mind as he looked back at the doctor. Rod could feel his face heating up, right up to the tips of his ears as his muzzle opened and closed, trying to formulate words, and failing.

"Yes? Is there something you'd like to say, Mister Erichsen?" Murray smiled genially. The ursine doctor had swabbed the sample of his semen with his bare thumb and index fingerpads, rubbing the substance between them in an offhand manner.

Face on fire, Rod closed his mouth with an audible click. He turned around briskly and stepped through the door. He was out of the clinic and into his car by record time.

He thought he sill heard the bear chuckling behind him.

One thing for sure, he was going to have a long, long talk with his father back home.

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