Medical Mayhem
#5 of Wolfgen (Marcus)
Medical Mayhem.. (Sexual references and Mastubation)
It had NOT been a good morning.
Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. It was fine being on the Resistance.. But when you came in from the field they wanted to know EVERYTHING that you saw. And I meant everything.
Gossip, clothing styles, general well-being of the populace, or in this case lack of well being .
The phone rang. I picked it up and tried to keep from biting the mouthpiece off. "Is this Marcus Twuerlik?" a reedy voice came through. I desperately resisted the urge to scream "Who wants to know", and diplomatically replied.. "Speaking".
"Its Medical.. " "We've looked at your file and it seems that you've never been in for a check-up.. Under the new Rules we require all operatives to have a full check-up"..
I moved the handpiece from my ear and let him ramble for a while.. Damd.. That meant that the old doc had left, and a new one has come on..
"We also don't have any physical data on you at all. Just an empty folder with your name.."
That didn't surprise me. Last doctor who examined me left the notes in a locked cabinet, behind locked secure doors, and 2 guards on the passageway. Took me all of 15 min's to break in and shred them.
I know.. I 'm touchy about my background and heritage. Being a WolfGen Warrior and a clone to boot does make you twitchy.. That didn't mean that the old doc and I didn't get along. I saw him when I needed to get patched up, and err.. several shots for nasty sheath itches of the more personal kind...
But he didn't try much more examination when I showed him my dentition... But we were friends. The only time he really did get his hands on my person was when I was in a coma for 2 weeks. But he didn't have that victory for long. I saw to that... Next time he checked my notes he found several very personal erotic sketches, the real notes long gone down the plumbing.
The voice continued.. "Can you be here at 4pm.." "Err.. I'm busy.." "Let me rephrase.. You WILL be here at 4pm", and the phone was hung up.. ON ME!!.
Boy.. that fellow either had guts.. or he had never met me.
3:50pm came.. and I was ready.. Chuckling I made my way down to the Med room and Knocked.
"Come in.."
I enter and saw a small form sitting with his back to me.
I lowered my voice. Friends have often tried to get me to sing in their operas or social events. But my taste in songs tend to run to the Bawdy and positively disgusting..
"Marcus reporting for my medical" I rumbled..
He didn't move.. just kept scribbling.. "Just take of your clothes and I'll be with you in a moment.."
I stripped off my robe and loincloth. And quietly moved behind him.
"Right" he said finishing his notes and spun around and stood... I almost giggled.. but kept silent. He came just up to my waist.. Mind you I DO top 7 foot.
He stood. Nose 2 inches away for my sheath.. and I watched his eyes focussed and become cross-eyed and a blush grew in his ears..
"No.. Stand OVER there..." I walk across the floor and stand. He looks up at me.. Way up. "Scales Please"
They groan as I stand upon them. There are some bears larger than me here.. But the old doc always weighted them in the loading bay. Not in Here!!. I weigh about 380 pounds. All muscle, bone, and sinew. A small sproing and the needle stops.
"You've broken them" he cries "Please be careful." Careful.. It's not as I hid a quantity of lead where the sun don't shine..
"Sorry Doc.. you did tell me to stand ON them".
He shakes his head.. This is going to be one tough patient. I relent, let him have his way. I'll just get the notes later.
Blood tests, height, Urine sample..
"Please fill this container.." he says passing me a tiny tube that I could fill with precome with just a dirty thought.. I sigh.. Reaching down past him I pick up a large bucket.. fully unsheathe (That made his eyes boggle. Cause being canid there ain't no polite way to piss in a bucket..) and proceeded to fill it to three quarters. I had prepared for this one. Drank nearly a gallon of water and still had the marking instincts.
"Ok.. now sit on the bed so I can hear your chest."
I sit on the bed ? letting it creak alarmingly with my weight whilst the poor Doc has to stand on the bed, and on his toe tips to work..
I feel the coldness of the stethoscope as he listens to my heart ? so I trigger my drowning reflex.. Blood pressure plummets as my heartbeat drops to 3 per minute and my body tenses slightly as the muscle lock takes over.
He is puzzles by the lack of sound and I can feel him trying several locations to hear what is not there.
Breaking the reflex I inhale sharply to rebuild my oxygen levels ? from the Doc's point of view or hearing it like a wind-tunnel starting up. I smile as I hear a small yip of surprise behind me.
Next.. the blood samples. Not much I can do to louse them up.. Except smile and raise my hackles as the Doc approaches with the needles. Poor fellow ? I could see his hands shake whilst he withdrew my blood.
Blood-pressure readings. Triggering trained reflexes I bounced them all over the place till he finally gave up..
Teeth Next.. I did a mock sneeze when his hand was at the back of my muzzle. He had good reflexes, though the tongue suppressor died.. He looks at me not sure if it was an accident.. I smile sweetly.. Canines hidden..
Ears.. He was short for a mouse and had to clamber onto my leg to see inside. I let him knowing that my size was intimidation enough..
Eyes ? I glared.. When I want to I can put a real punch into my stare. Pretty handy for when one need to get answers from someone, and torture is NOT permitted. Poor fellow had to look deep into that one to take his measurements.
I Was co-operating with him.. but it didn't mean that I was going lie down and let him tickle my stomach.. On the other hand.. he was cute.
Prostate.. What fun.. Kneeling I deliberately flagged my tail in the most provocative manner, and blew a tremendous fart just as the doc was about to stick his finger into me.. Finger ? Doc almost had to go up to his elbow due to our differences in physical size. I tried to make it worthwhile for him by clenching my sphincter and moaning in appreciation.. from the glow in his ears he obviously didn't find my rumbled platitudes appealing..
Besides.. rubbing there had given me an itch that I'd wanted to take care of.. and FAIRLY SOON....
Finally we are finished..
He errs.. pauses, looks at me.. "We Do require an additional sample."
"What.. you got me to piss, spit, sneeze, shit, what else.."
"A semen mobility test.." and hands me this tiny tube..
My jaw drops.. OH BOY.. was I going to have fun..
"Where.. Shall I give it.."
"Just find a convenient place whilst I write up my notes..."
I pad over to his chair and plop my self down into it. Resting my feet on his desk and start to think dirty thoughts.. Really dirty thoughts.. It didn't take long especially with the Doc's recent probings.. A warm flood of blood started in my maleness and I reached down and joggled my sheath..
"Err.. Marcus.. Now just a minute"..
"Sorry doc.. There is only one way to get this stuff in a hurry.. and I'm in a hurry.."
He ducks as a jet of precome shoots over my head and hits the floor. And stands there watching the spectacle. His ears start to burn red as I moan and digs my claws into the desk, scoring the surface and mucking up his paperwork..
"Doc.. I need a err.. little extra err.. incentive."
He sighs and walks over to a cupboard and tosses me a magazine. I look at it.. Hetro..
"Doc.. that won't work.. I'm Fig.. "
"What!!"
"Yep.. Fig.. Twink.. That hetro stuff is a real turn off."
He looks around. Not sure how to handle this. Oh a moralist.. This is going to be GOOD!!.
"Docs.. err.. perhaps you can help"
He Jumps.. very unsure.. "How"
"May be you could strip for me.. do a little number.. Your rather cute in a way.." I grin, letting a few good jets hit the ceiling, the door, and the walls. I haven't aimed at him yet.
"No.. positively NOT!!" he shouts loosing his cool..
"Oh.. Well I'll just have to do it my self." And I start to sing..
Dirty dittys. The most bawdy, disgusting, lavious, dittys I could dig up. Coming to age in the military brings out the worst in one, and it certainly worked on me.
I shouted, hooted, howled , moaned, sprayed the desk.. rattled the window.
Two guards raced in expecting to find the doc dead and the placed trashed. Except to find me in an extreme state of excitement.
One of the grinned. "Hey Marc.. need a hand"
"Nope everything under control but I think the doc need a sedative."
I blow with a Howl, decimate at-least two boxes of tissues, and spray half his desk. Picking up a small vial I dribble the remaining flow into it.. then popped my knot from my sheath. That should keep me active for about another 20 min's..
Leaning back in his chair, shaft dribbling post-come onto the floor I sighed.. "Boy.. I needed THAT!"
The doc stood there stunned. His pristine clinical office turned into the worst bordello by a oversexed rampant twink wolf. I look closely at him.. "Err Doc.." He looks as me as I gesture to his left whiskers. He reaches up and feel a dampness on his hand. I had aimed true and scored..
He stutters.. "would you just Please!!!! Leave my office.."
"Aw Doc.. you expect me to walk out of here like This.. " pointing to my swollen extended member.
"Guards.." he shouts.. "escort this.... Individual out of here."
I leave.. hold my clothes in one hands, maleness dripping and bouncing with every step I walk between the two guards, both who are desperately trying not to burst out laughing.
At the door I pause.. "Doc.."
He looks up shattered.. "Next week.. can you check my prostrate again?"
He whimpers.. Picks up his notes on me and methodically shreds them into a bin..
"Now Marc " one of the guards said. "The Doc's really a nice fellow"
"Oh I sure of that. But I do detest being ordered around.. You know how I am.
"I know.. and 'I'll have a little chat to the doc when he recovers.."
Two weeks later a memo arrives.. It's the Doc. "Truce.. I'll patch, cure, heal.. but positively NO Tests.. OK"
I'd won, and was nice to him ever since.. Except for the time that he......
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