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It was the least favorite part of his job. It just seemed endless. Especially when, just as he was getting into the mind-numbing paperwork, it was punctuated by a slow stream of people looking for help. He liked helping to be sure, but it pulled him from this other work. Two differing Canines were just now walking into his room, stopping his pen yet again. "Hello, how are you two doing today?" Doctor Riley asked.

"Good, thanks," came the anthro Canine's reply.

His companion offered a nod and a muted hello, following him in.

Like so many, the pair's relationship was complicated. They were equally intelligent, and they could communicate between each other with ease. Their internal structure, ears, tails, and faces were all very similar. The only big physical difference was how they carried themselves: on two legs or four.

Dr. Riley sat back down at his desk. "Let me see your file again..."

"We've never had to deal with this before," the anthro began, "I know she can take care of herself, but I don't want for her to have to go through her first Heat alone, you know?"

"Of course. I'll be happy to help."

The doctor directed the two-leg toward a chair and the four-leg to the top of an examination table. He began taking her vitals like any other patient.

Since their two species diverged millions of years ago, their relationship was not of competition, but of cooperation: symbiosis. Where other species fought for the same resources, they worked together, conquering their natural world.

The doctor flipped through a different document. "So just confirming Kate, you have no preexisting conditions, no current medications, allergies?"

The anthro, Daniel, shook his head. The feral, Kate, shook hers too, shaking her fur with it. She had a beautiful, curly pelt, a dark chocolatey brown. Riley suspected she had pointer lineage, at least partially, but that wasn't in the file.

"So, do you have something in mind today, Kate? This is something where treatment typically comes down to what you are comfortable with."

Kate opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't push past the feeling of her companion looking at her so attentively. She looked back at Daniel, saying, "Can you wait outside, please?"

The anthro was taken aback. "You sure? Are you going to be alright?"

"I'll be fine, Daniel. Don't worry so much," Kate said. She immediately felt like she was being too harsh.

"Okay, that's fine. I'll wait, then," he said, gesturing back awkwardly.

"Thank you." She forced an equally awkward smile.

Things have changed since the days of Canine prehistory. The four-leggeds used to give protection where the two-leggeds had a knack for hunting. Now their relationship is much more complicated. Sometimes, everyone just needed some space.

Once the door closed behind him, Kate turned back to the doctor, who was still sitting in his chair.

"So, what are you feeling?" Riley asked ambiguously.

She sighed. "Really embarrassed. Or more nervous, I guess."

"What are you nervous about?"

"Everything! How Daniel is feeling about this, how all my friends are. And about what this damned Heat is doing to me. I feel like I'm going crazy."

"Well, just remember that this is private. No one will tell your friends anything unless you tell them."

"Right…"

"And I know it's cliche, but what you're going through is normal. Sometimes, you just need a little help."

"And how can you help, exactly?"

"Right now, there's two main ways. There's a number of medications that I can recommend that suppress your estrus cycle. The side-effects range from hardly noticeable in some patients, to moderate in the other meds. We would start you on one that would be the least likely to cause you other problems."

"That's a lot to think about," she contemplated.

"You wouldn't have to decide that today," Dr. Riley assured her.

"What's the second option?"

"That would be the more, well, the traditional approach. We would stimulate you, which has been known to shorten or lessen the intensity of your Cycle."

"'Stimulate,' you mean, like, you'd touch me, you know, down there?" Kate asked, redder and closer to whispering with every word.

"Basically, yes," Dr. Riley said.

"This is not helping the embarrassment thing, doctor."

"I know, sorry," he said, "But those are your options here, outside of letting nature take its course."

"Okay," Kate said slowly, almost to herself.

"Like I said, we don't have to do anything today. Do you have any questions?"

One side of her lips curled back, avoiding his gaze. "How would you make me… you know?"

"I hope I understand your question? Typically, we would do it with our hands. Some prefer to do it by themselves, but masturbation is just much harder with paws."

"Hands," she said, like it was a dirty word. Her tail flickered behind her. "When you say 'we,' do you mean 'you'?"

"Yep."

"You'd make me come?"

"...That is correct." He nodded once.

Kate looked at the anthro doctor for a little while longer.

"It would feel good, I guess, right?" Kate asked.

"Some women can experience pain, but by and large, yes."

"That's it, then? You just rub your fingers in me until I come?"

"I like to think I'm a little more delicate than that, but," Riley said, feeling more self-conscious than before.

"And you won't tell anyone?"

"Another doctor, perhaps, if it is medically relevant. Likely not anyone you would know," he clarified.

"I think… that's what I want to do then."

"Okay. So, when would you like for this to happen? You could schedule another appointment up front if you wish."

"No! I mean, could we do it now? I wasn't kidding, this is driving me crazy."

"It could be now."

"Cool," she stated, "then what do I do exactly?"

"That's up to you, as long as you're able to stay still and I can access you."

"Right," Kate said slowly, thinking it through. Finally, she opted to turn around, back end facing Dr. Riley but keeping her tail down. "Will this work?"

"That will do fine. Could you raise your tail for me now?"

Kate swallowed down another large lump of embarrassment, slowly bringing her tail up. Riley watched her labia reveal itself. Her thick, black lips were swollen from Heat, standing out from the short curls of silky brown fur covering her body. The fortune cookie shape was glistening, tiny droplets of her arousal clinging to her slit and the lower tip of her protruding folds.

"Visually, you seem fine. I'll have to start touching you, okay?" he asked gently.

She could easily feel her own heartbeat now. "That's good. Yeah, okay. I'm ready."

"I'm just looking for anything abnormal. Then we can look into stimulation. Just tell me if it gets uncomfortable and I can stop."

"Okay," she said again, an octave higher now.

Glove over his paw, Riley pressed a fingertip against her sex. It easily squished down against him. He could feel heat seep through. Kate resisted the urge to whine, starting to crave relief as the doctor sent the slightest tingling sensation through her entire body. She admonished herself, upset over her own urges. He moved his hand around, pressing against different spots, feeling for any change.

"You seem to be in excellent sexual health," he said, “I'm going to feel inside you now."

"Okay!" she squeaked.

Dr. Riley used his other hand to spread her lips, looking in at the slick, supple vent. One finger pressed inside of her canine body, feeling for anything out of the ordinary, but only feeling the smooth warmth of her vaginal walls pushing back in all their obvious arousal.

Kate yipped as his finger pressed down against her clit, hidden from the outside. "What was that?!" she questioned.

"I think you mean your clitoris. It typically feels nice to have that touched."

"You could say that again," Kate muttered.

"Are you ready to continue?"

"Yeah," she said, assuring herself. She let her long tail raise higher. "Please, doctor."

He chuckled. "Just focus on the sensation, not that you're in a doctor's office."

Kate looked back and nodded, adjusting her stance.

Riley was never comfortable during this kind of treatment either, for more reasons than one. For starters, he knew how awkward it was for ferals to have this done. In addition, ferals had the same genitalia as their anthro companions, and the smell and appearance of a four-legged in heat was still very attractive to some part of his brain. Dr. Riley reasoned that his arousal was normal and just had to remain professional and ignore it. He ignored the feeling of his dick sliding out of his sheath, and he ignored how tight it made his pants. He had a job to do.

The doctor found his place beside the feral, finding the best angle to press two fingers into her vent, squeezing them in. Kate muffled a moan as her black vagina was stretched around his hand. He worked the fingers deeper, past the first knuckle, then the second. She shifted against his hand as he enveloped his fingers in her wetness. The rest of his hand cupped her swollen cookie, so warm and tender against his fingers, a kind of forbidden luxury.

"Does that feel alright?" Riley asked, keeping his breathing steady.

"More than alright," she said. "Please don't stop." Her tail fluttered as her tunnel clamped against his digits.

"Right," he said.

He kept a steady hand, working it in and out of his patient. He cursed himself for still feeling so aroused during this, having given this same treatment to dozens, if not hundreds of quadrupedal Canines. Usually, the patient reached an orgasm and felt much better for the remainder of their Cycle.

But not always. If they didn't opt for a medicated approach, sometimes more drastic measures were taken. It was thinking of those times that made his heart beat faster and his dick start to swell, regardless of what he wanted them to do. Her smell was intoxicating.

Kate's back legs stayed firmly planted, but her front legs refused to. She lowered her head, a little whine escaping her without her approval. Her hips wiggled against the doctor's fingers, her old nervousness forgotten against the digits stretching her labia.

“That feels…" Kate started to say. She bit back another moan, arching her back.

“Would you like for me to be doing anything different?" Dr. Riley asked, his experienced fingers still rubbing her.

“No," she said, “No, wait, maybe, could you--?"

Riley couldn't stop himself from chuckling. “Could I do what?"

“Touch my clit again?" she finally asked.

“Of course. It's personal preference, after all."

“It felt really good when you touched around there the first time," she admitted.

Riley gave a nod, adjusting his fingers again. His thumb found the bottom tip of her slit, now dripping from arousal. Her dark lips spread, sliding around his thumb till the nub of her clit resisted him, resting on the edge of her vagina. He started to rub in a small circle against her there, gauging her response.

“A-A little lower?" Kate directed, “Mm! Yeah, right there!" Eyes closed, she was finally taking the doctor's advice and focused on the sensations. The feeling of his hand messaging in circles around her clit and the feeling of his other fingers still wedged inside of her sex. It was debilitating, a constant stream of pleasure tickling her throughout. She kept her chest low and her hips high, occasionally wiggling them along with her tail to remove pent up energy. Her body forced her to clamp down, massage the fingers consistently thrusting into her. Ears flat, she whined, overcome with the unique sensation. Riley kept a steady pace, but Kate couldn't stop herself from moving and trying to fill more of her with his practiced fingers.

“Easy," Riley calmed.

“It's starting to feel different. I think I'm getting close?" Kate said, unsure.

“It usually starts to feel a bit tingly, or like a kind of pressure," he said.

“It feels more than tingly," she panted. “Please go with more, uhh..."

Riley took the hint. He squeezed a third finger into her tantalizing sex, causing her to moan more certainly. As he kept moving, his hand burned from exertion. Her feral pussy squeezed tighter around him, making it hard for him to sink deeper into her tunnel.

But that didn't stop Kate from trying. She forced her hips back, grinding them. It made the doctor spread her wider and hold more of her weight. She pulsed with heated energy, her heart racing.

“Please stay still," Dr. Riley said through a grunt, not wanting to have her fall or hurt herself.

“No, but I'm," Kate bit back another moan unsuccessfully. “Gr- Ahh! Gods yes!"

Her tunnel spasmed around his hand, her fertile body milking his digits for something he couldn't provide. Her claws scratched through the sanitary paper rolled over the table, drops of her vaginal fluids drooling down onto it. For as long as she could, she held on to the feeling, keeping her tired hips pressed down against Riley's palm.

Slowly, she recovered from it all. She slid herself off of the doctor's fingers, lowering her wet rump and lowering her tail. Kate was soon able to stop panting, and her ears once again stood at attention. Finally, she turned back to Riley.

“That was… I've never felt anything like that before," Kate thanked.

“I'm glad you had a positive experience," the doctor smiled. He walked back to his desk, glad that his pants and scrubs hid his semi fairly well. "Would you like for me to wipe you off before we get Daniel?

"Oh, that would be nice."

After using a wipe to remove all of the fluids leaking out of her, Dr. Riley recovered Daniel from a waiting room. When he returned, Kate had climbed down from the exam table. She looked up at her companion. "So, what happened?" Daniel asked.

True to his word, Dr. Riley didn't speak, only motioning toward Kate.

"I-I got it taken care of," she said. She forced a smile that didn't convince Daniel of anything.

He was more than willing to drop it. "Sure. Anything else we need to do?" Daniel asked.

"No," she said, “I think we're good for today. Thank you, doctor."

"Of course," he said, careful to leave off the words "any time." Instead, he said, "Talk to Vince up front before you leave."

"Yep," Kate said. Together, the two Canines left the doctor's, but not before Daniel could shoot him a confused expression.

His door closed and silence came in. He went back to his chair and the endless paperwork. Riley obviously didn't care for it, but he did love his job. There was something instinctual about helping other Canines for him, especially his 4-legged genetic cousins. Symbiosis at work.

He specialized in treatment for these Heat-ridden ferals, but it was far from all he had to do. His job had him see all kinds of patients, handing out referrals, test recommendations, and diagnoses. And of course: filling out paperwork.

Five patients, two hours, and form after form came and went before he had another patient needing help dealing with her estrus cycle, a collie-type Canine with a heavy grey and white coat. She came in with her anthro companion, a woman with a much thinner coat of pale brown and long glossy-black hair.

"I'll have you sit up here, Jasmine," he directed the feral collie, "and you can take a seat if you wish, er- I'm sorry? Your name was…?"

"Rachael," the woman said, offering her hand.

He shook it. "Thank you. It's been a long day."

Rachael nodded, but didn't sit down, standing beside Jasmine on the exam table.

"So it seems Jasmine is looking for assistance with her Cycle. This would be the third time she's come in for the more traditional treatment. Is that what we're still looking at?" he asked.

"Yes," Jasmine said.

"Not exactly," Rachael said in turn.

Jasmine's face burned at Rachael's disagreement, the collie looking at her sharply.

"What?" Rachael said, "Tell the doctor what you were telling me!"

"But it's so--uhg, fine."

"What's up?" Dr. Riley said squarely.

"I was doing some research online. I know the web makes a terrible doctor, but I was reading that the," she cleared her throat, "sperm from a two-leg can kinda confuse a four-leg's body and make their Heats end right away, even though they don't get pregnant?"

"There has been some success with that," Riley said.

"Wait, really? I thought there was no way," Jasmine said.

"It's still not what we usually aim for. There are much more established methods for controlling Cycles. Not to mention we don't keep semen on hand."

"Oh, I think you do keep it on you at all times," the anthro teased.

"Rachael!" Jasmine gasped, "You're worse than my mother."

Riley pressed his lips together to avoid laughing, mostly out of embarrassment. "Was the current stimulation treatment not working well for you?" he redirected.

"It was, kind of. It worked really well the first year, but last year I only felt normal for like a day or two before it was like my Heat was cranked up to 11. I wish I had gotten help then, but I just suffered through it."

"That's unfortunate. There's plenty of low-risk meds for controlling Heat," the doctor said.

"Yeah," Jasmine granted. Her rear paw bent forward to scratch her ear.

"Are you still not interested in trying medication?" Riley asked.

"Not really. I'm not anti-science or anything, but if there was a way around it, I'd take it," Jasmine said.

"In that case, I can refer you to a sperm bank. You would have to schedule something up at the front desk."

"How long would that take? Until I could get in?"

"I'm not sure exactly. Likely before the end of the week, but maybe longer, depending how busy they are."

"Isn't there something I could do sooner?"

"Outside of," Riley avoided clearing his throat between words, "sexual intercourse, or other stimulation, no."

"Just say it," Rachael whispered to Jasmine, "you got the hots for the doctor."

"No." Jasmine blurted. Riley looked at her, confused. "I mean, maybe we could try the thing with your hands today then?"

"The stimulation? That--that would be fine, if you think that will still help" Dr. Riley stumbled.

"Perfect. Can we start?" she said.

"Of course."

"Great," she said, turning around. "I think I know how I want to sit."

The collie fell to her side with an air of confidence. She wiggled herself to the middle of the table, coming to rest with her belly up.

Her tail hid nothing. The soft white skin of her swollen vulva was made pink in the center by her arousal. The narrowest spread of her slit let clear juices seep from inside.

Rachael spied the doctor's pants bulge out for a split second, cock extending in its place. She smirked, choosing to keep this information to herself--for now anyway.

"Are you ready?" Riled said.

"What do you think?" Jasmine asked pointedly.

"Sorry, I'm supposed to ask. Even if it may look obvious."

"I guess that makes some sense," the horny collie agreed. She let her front paw reach and spread her labia on one side, making her arousal even more pronounced.

With that, the doctor stood beside the feral Canine and moved his hand to her three folds. He did his usual checks, feeling for anything abnormal, wordlessly transitioning to feeling inside of her with a single probing digit.

"I think you can stretch me more than that," Jasmine kidded, inciting a muffled laugh out of Rachael.

"Just checking everything," he informed, finally letting another finger join itself inside of her heated inner walls, moving in and out.

"That's more like it," Jasmine said. Her tail wagged between her legs, the rest of her shifting back to give him better access.

He let his palm rest on her plump upper fold while he kept his digits moving. With each movement of his hand, he delved a little deeper, feeling more warmth, soon reaching the full length of his fingers. Jasmine's eyes stayed on the doctor's, thoroughly enjoying the doctor's serious expression.

She flexed her hips up once to meet him. "Can't you get any deeper? Or fit the other two in me?" she huffed.

"That might be a little tight," he said.

"It'll be good practice, then," Jasmine blurted.

He stopped. "What are you insinuating?"

She couldn't back down. "If I'd have to wait to get inseminated at some sperm bank, why not just do it now, with you?"

"I don't normally…" he started.

"Normally? So you do do it sometimes?" Rachael prodded.

"Yes," he said very slowly, despite it only being a single word.

"So, will you?" Jasmine asked.

"I'm only supposed to when we've exhausted all other options. It's not a great solution, long term. Plus, arousal is always a factor."

Jasmine's eyes narrowed, looking closely at his crotch. "Looks like that part is taken care of."

"What?" He followed her eyes. "Oh."

"His lipstick was starting to come out the second you laid down for him," Rachael whispered.

"You're the worst," Jasmine muttered back.

"Whatev--"

"I could hear you that time," Riley interrupted.

Rachael gave a sly smirk. "I know."

Jasmine threw her head back in anguish, covering her eyes with a forepaw.

"Is Ms. Rachael going to be staying with us while we do this?"

"No."

"Yes."

He looked between the pair, back and forth a couple times.

Rachael broke the heated silence first. "Come on Jas, I promise I'll shut up. I'll be your silent guardian angel while the doctor fucks you."

"Out," she insisted.

Rachael threw on a pair of pleading eyes. "Please? For your best friend?"

For some reason, that cracked Jasmine like an egg. She sighed, exasperated. "Fine."

Rachael gave a wide, toothy smile, but true to her word, she was quiet.

"I'll have to take these pants off. Just give me a second."

Both of the females in the room seemed interested to hear this. Once he closed and locked the door, Riley stepped out of his shoes and out of his pants with both pairs of eyes on him. He hesitated with his underwear, looking back to Jasmine. She had rolled onto her side to watch him undress, tail rocking back and forth. His dick poking from his sheath was even more obvious now. The far point of the bulging fabric was wet, pre already started to leak through. The doctor decided he didn't enjoy the attention.

"Don't be shy," Rachael said.

"I thought you were going to be quiet?" Jas chided.

With their gazes off of him for a second, he lowered his pants. The upper few inches of a burgeoning ruddy erection came free. Both of the visitor's eyes went wide when they looked back. Rachael smiled.

"Guess you were right," Jasmine said to Rachael.

"Mmm-hmm," she agreed, not technically a word.

"I might be a minute before I get it the rest of the way up," Riley decided.

"I don't think that's a problem," Jasmine said, still lying down on her back, "come here."

"What is it?" he asked.

"You'll see."

Dr. Riley approached cautiously. He was a step away from the base of the table and Jasmine's legs.

"A little closer," Jas said.

He took another step. His peeping erection was barely higher than the thin white fur of her belly.

"There, now I can use these," she said.

Jasmine moved her hind legs up, paws colliding with his balls and the fuzzy end of his sheath. She adjusted, reaching his smooth red dick with the pads of her paws.

"What is this, exactly?" Riley questioned.

"What, you can get me all 'stimulated' but I can't do you?" Jas said.

"Well, I have hands and you don't."

"Paws are good for that too!"

Rachael whistled quietly.

Ignoring her, the collie wrapped both paws loosely around his protruding sheath. She rubbed the fur up and down, feeling most of his dick still hidden inside. She smiled, happy to see it slowly extend from her paw rubbing. Jasmine dared higher, running her toe beans against the red, fairly veiny flesh. His pre helped her paw pads slide across his length, reaching the fur of his sheath, then sliding up towards herself until she reached the narrow tip of his cock, slowly wetting the fur beneath her toes. Each movement brought more of his length out for her to toy with. Her whole paw sliding against him, sometimes she opted just to nudge and squeeze his balls instead.

It wasn't enough to get him close to cumming. It was teasing, slow, purely erotic. Jasmine could tell the doctor felt conflicted, outside of his job description, but that didn't stop her from making sure he enjoyed himself too. He huffed, eyes barely open, bringing his waist forwards till he hit the edge of the table and felt his balls brush against her thick tail. A drop off his pre landed right on her soaked vaginal lips.

"Good, right?" she asked.

His tongue had lolled out briefly to pant before he recovered it. "Yeah."

"Wait till I get my mouth around you."

"No, no," he said, opening his eyes fully. "We should keep this functional."

"Have it your way, doc. So are you going to have sex or not?" She took her paws away, letting his dick swing free and hit her belly heavily. Jasmine was doing her best to act casual, despite never having done the act before. She figured she succeeded.

"Okay, okay. Just give me a minute." He walked over to a cabinet on the wall. Opening it, he reached high, narrowly avoiding his dick from smacking on the counter. When he turned around, Jasmine saw he had something like a pillow in his hands.

"What's that for?"

"That table's a bit low. This cushion will help, if I can slide it under your back."

She nodded. "You weren't lying when you said you had some experience," she said sultrily.

He smiled, grabbing both her hind legs high enough to get the cushion in position. With that addition, her feral petals were only inches below his erection. Jasmine eyed it intensely. She had finally got to the thing she had such a hard time asking for. Years of waiting, all for a doctor to finally take her virginity.

"I won't ask if you're ready this time," the doc said.

"Good."

With no more hesitation, Riley grabbed his dick in one hand, more firmly than Jasmine could manage with her paws, and pressed it between her thick lips. He didn't miss or tease her by getting close to the mark. He sunk in. With the perfect angle, thanks to the cushion, he was able to keep going further, reaching deeper. Her tunnel widened; her lips stretched. Her juices squished around his aching tapered cock. In one thrust, he had buried himself inside the collie and felt why they called it Heat. She was intense, and she loved it just as much--the feeling of being full, of warm cock soothing her aches. Of being mated by a real Canine, not just fingers. The act was exhilarating.

They shared a pleasured expression as Dr. Riley kept moving. The retraction was almost as good as the insertion, her lips firm to him all the way out. They bulged out, coating her vulva with fluids from deep down inside herself. In one thrust, Riley's dick was fully coated by the once-virgin Canine, making it easy to sink down again and fully claim her.

The pair had completely forgotten their guest in the room. Rachael was absorbed, watching her companion's pussy lips widen and shrink as she was steadily fucked by the doctor, watching their faces contort. She watched the male's knot pull free from its sheath, barely wider than the rest of the base of his cock. Slowly it expanded. His thrusting carried his knot right to her hot entrance, but always stopped just short. Soon, Rachael had a harder time seeing the penetration. Not out of some guilt or embarrassment, but because their hips stayed close together, obscuring the lewd display. But watching his confident thrusts, knowing what was happening just underneath, was still incredibly sexy. The anthro canine almost wondered to herself if she was going into Heat, too.

From the fur on her hips to her tight tunnel, Dr. Riley felt like he was holding the softest thing in the universe. Cradling his body with her warmth, her body accepted him as much as her words did, begging him to move. To move and thrust, fill her and feel those puffy lips squish against the knot swelling at the base.

Jasmine wanted more. She wanted to feel that bulb slide in past her labia, not just press against it uselessly. She wanted to be filled, knot and all.

"Deeper," Jasmine moaned.

"I can't! Not without tying you," he breathed.

"Then tie me!" she commanded.

He paused, only the tip remaining in her engorged cookie. "I'm really not supposed to…"

"You want me to come, right?" Jasmine said.

"Right," he agreed, "but--."

"Then fuck me until you get your knot in me!"

Fed up, he got an idea. He started to move again, spreading her folds on his thick rod. In a few thrusts, he got deeper than before, letting his knot start to wedge itself inside. Jasmine whined loudly, her lips stretched wide around it, doing their best to force him to sink in the rest of the way. But before they could, he pulled back, her lips only clinging to the narrower length like before. Her fluids drooled out, pulled from even deeper inside.

Head thrown back, Jasmine moaned loud. "You teasing bastard," she shot. With a grin, Dr. Riley kept thrusting just short of the mark.

"Deserved," Rachael decided.

"You too, huh?" Jasmine said, "Maybe you'd like to take him for a ride next and have him just barely stop from knotting you."

"Sounds like fun!"

She scoffed, her four-legged body still jostled continuously by the doctor's thrusting. Then she came to a new strategy.

The collie tensed her tunnel, clamping down on the invading member. Her hind legs stretched and hugged the doctor's waist, tightening her grip on his cock. "Come on," she said like satin, "Don't you want to feel that kind of tightness on your knot, too?"

He struggled to keep thrusting uniformly. "Yes, yeah I do," he admitted.

"Then tie me already!" she begged.

That was all he needed. He thrusted harder, grinding his knot in deeper. He felt those lips slip around, her gentle folds spread unbearably tight. Finally, they gave way. His knot was squeezed and clamped and then enveloped in heat, held in place by the lustful Canine. His knot swelled, and the pressure inside him overflowed. He came, gushing into the Canine's vagina. Heavy balls pulsed against her extended labia, unloading rope after rope into the small collie bitch. Her crotch swelled from his entire knot expanding inside her pussy and cum filling in in front of it, spurt after hot spurt.

The anthro filled the feral, causing her to pant and moan, her legs not letting go of him. Her tail thumped the cushion, satisfying an impossible Heat. She closed her eyes. An orgasm washed over her. She felt fulfilled in every sense of the word, unable to believe how right it felt to be bred like that, anthro doctor or not. It felt like how nature intended. Not a drop of cum oozed out, the tie holding true inside her spasming pussy.

Rachael's eyes were glued to their bodies, watching her collie companion swell ever-so-slightly around the knot, the knot widening, cum pulsing inside her continually. She didn't find any words that came to her in that moment, not that Jasmine noticed.

Riley stood, tied to the feral collie and suddenly exhausted. But he couldn't move, not with their hips joined together. It was the main reason he shouldn't have agreed to knot her. But now that he was, he almost didn't regret it. It really did feel just as good as Jasmine made it out to be. She held onto his knot like a vice, tickling the tip of his length buried deep inside her body, surrounded in Heat and cum.

"Well, how was your first dick?" Rachael asked.

"Incredible," Jasmine sighed. "Wait, who let you talk?"

She didn't look especially sorry. "Oops."

"You better not tell anyone about this," Jas said to her.

The minutes passed slowly but pleasurably. With his dick wedged in the collie, paperwork was out of the question. So, he made the most of it, Canines are known for their prolonged ejaculations. Every few minutes his dick would pulse, shooting fresh seed into her stuffed little pussy. The heat and pressure were intense, making it harder for him to soften, whether he wanted to or not.

But eventually he did, the first sign being his cum leaking out. It drooled from her white-pink lips, cum wetting her asshole, tail, and the protective cover on the table below.

"Looks like it's time," Riley said regretfully.

"Finally," said Rachael, looking up from her phone.

Dr. Riley wiggled his hips side to side, slowly working his deflating knot from the collie bitch. The erotic sound of his cum moving around inside her were just audible over Jasmine. She groaned, feeling the pressure slowly be relieved.

All at once, he popped free. A rivulet of cum followed, gushing out of her; a drip from the tip of his dick fell onto her paw. But the doctor came prepared. After taking a moment to appreciate the mess he created in her cookie and on her leg, he removed a pack of wipes from his scrub pocket.

"You're really not going to let me clean that for you, huh?" Jasmine asked, standing up and stretching.

"No, I guess not. I imagine you would like a wipe?"

"Gosh no. I can handle this myself."

She stood halfway up on her front legs, bringing her head to her crotch. A few sniffs later, she delved in with her tongue, swiping up the creamy substance as it dripped out of her. Once she started, she didn't look away, focused on the rousing task of eating herself out until she was clean.

"What else can I do for you today?" Dr. Riley asked.

"You could stop by for dinner, later," Rachael said.

"I hate you so much," Jas complained, still bent over herself.

"Is that an honest offer?" the doctor said.

"How does seven sound?" Rachael asked, not backing down. Jasmine groaned.

"I'm not supposed to date patients, but strictly speaking, you're not the patient, Jasmine is," he said.

"Still," Jas argued poorly.

The doctor threw his underwear back on, hiding the tip of his penis. "Anyways, I'm working pretty late today. Would tomorrow work, same time?"

"Yeah, that'd be better anyway," Rachael said.

"Here's my card. You can use that phone number."

"Thanks, Felix," she said, using the doctor's first name from the card. Rachel gave a small wave goodbye and rushed to meet up with Jasmine, who had already left the room out of spite.

"Any time."