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Connor returned the greeting, bowing respectfully to the Healer, “Hello sir…"

“Ahh, so you're the human slave I've heard about." Iron chuckled as he pulled away tying his hands behind his back.

“How did you know?" Connor asked, surprised by the answer, yeah, he guessed people knew, but to be directly called out for it was bit too jarring.

“You exposed your neck when you bowed your head. No human does that, at least one that isn't trained to do so." Iron answered, seeming personally thrilled by Connor's presence. “I've always wanted to meet you and learn about the fetishes you talked about during your review."

“You… you were there?" Connor shuddered, his cheeks burning.

“I was right behind you, I live close to the court house so I was able to get a really good seat… I took notes." Iron answered with no ounce of shame as he leaned in with a warm smile.

“Well at least we don't have to explain anything to you then." Banavi cut in with a heavy tone, as if to push the wolf into a different topic.

Iron pulled back, “Well, as I will be your primary healer, anything that possibly impairs his health is something I need thoroughly explained, because I need to understand why something happened so I can fix any aliments he might have." Iron didn't seem to care as he approached with a cool confidence, but with a warm energy exposed in his tail.

“But for now, Connor," He focused his yellow eyes on Connor, “I need you to strip naked."

“Naked?"

“Yes, I'm not only doing a full body exam, but my job will also be to process you and get you prepared for the Lord Minor. It's one of the reasons I'm here, I used work on the humans prior to you. So don't worry, I know how to handle a human body; I won't hurt you." Iron explained so simply and with a nonchalant attituded that he left Connor unsettled, mainly because he hated the word 'Processed', it made Connor feel like a piece of meat.

However, Connor still bent himself over and started to strip, somewhat thankful he could just pull off his pull-up instead of unfastening a diaper, it made it easier to hide amongst the folds of his pants. Banavi took everything and folded it all up before setting it them down on the counter by the desk, the pull-up sitting utterly exposed on top of everything. Connor balked, but said nothing as he covered his loins, while Iron's eyes stared at the padding, one hand reaching out to test it, poking and prodding it. “So, you were serious about wearing infantile garments." Iron noted, glancing up at Connor, as he stepped closer to him.

“Yeah…" Connor admitted with a heavy breath, his face a soft shade of crimson.

“Does wearing them cause any kind of discomfort or pain?" Iron asked, “Lay down, I'm going to check your heart, organs and bone structure." He added as he helped Connor steady himself with a single hand.

“Well, no, there comfortable. If anything, sometimes my legs get pinched because the leg holes are too tight." Connor answered truthfully, as he laid his head down on the crinkling butcher paper.

“Why didn't you tell me?" Banavi asked, speaking up from the corner of the room where he watched diligently.

“It's nothing really, and it helps prevent leaking." Connor exhaled, causing Banavi to sigh and settle into his seat.

“Do you have any problems urinating and defecating in and out of diapers, pain, blood in your stool or urine?" Iron questioned, as he sterilized his hands before putting on latex gloves that cinched his fur down against his wrist, making the blue hands look more like mittens than skin tight gloves.

“If that was a problem, I would have come much earlier than this." Connor responded, trying to relax with a heavy breath, looking up at the wolf who stood over him, nodding as he listened. “Relax and breathe when I tell you too." Iron instructed as he leaned down, and pressed his ear against Connor's chest, his ear cupping the left and right pec as Connor breathed on ordered command. His heart gauged for several seconds.

It was strange, having the fur and head against his chest, Connor felt at peace, even relaxed. Iron just looked like a mutt who was pining for attention; if it weren't for his nudity Connor would have had to resist a strong urge to pet Iron. His fur felt and looked just, so, soft. Pulling away, Iron examined Connor's chest, rolling his hand over his ribs and stomach, a soft green light echoing from his palm as it spread over Connor. This magic didn't just line his body in green light, it made it disappear, his chest faded into darkness and his organs were exposed in lines of green light. This wasn't no mere examination like the nurse had done, this was a true magical x-ray. But it was more than that because after a moment, a copy of Connor's entire body was pulled up over his, a hollow three-dimensional rendering.

Iron scooped out his copy's organs and examined the black and green muscles, split them in half and examined their contents, from heart to intestines everything was exposed and scrutinized. Connor could even see the digested contents of his stomach, and the sloshing liquid contained within.

Then the floating mass of gore faded back into the defined illusion, and his body was skinned to expose muscle growth, nerves, veins, and even bone structure. Eyes were scooped out and the cornea examined; nothing was left, not even the groin as it was fondled and taken apart. But once Iron finished everything, the illusion faded, and he took a deep exhausted breath. “Thanks for being patient, some humans don't take the examination well."

“Yeah… I can see why." Connor remarked, feeling sick in a mild-mannered way because it just felt weird to watch Iron skin his body and pull out his guts, illusion or not, it looked wrong… and just a little too intimate.

“But you do look really healthy, I see no distinct problems, only just old bones scars and muscle tension. However, have you ever been to an eye doctor? Because it seems like you might have visual impairment; not much, I'm sure, at most it just looked like a focusing issue." Iron asked, as Connor sat up.

“Wait you could tell that I had a problem with my eyes?"

“I have medically prescribed twenty-twenty vision, and with my magic I was able to impose your vision over my own. This allowed me to see any blurriness as you would." Iron explained as he reached out and held Connor's face lightly and put his thumbs in the divots beside his eyes. “Here, let me just fix it for you, I just need you to focus on my nose. Stare at my nose, I need your eyes to be on a focused point so I can heal them properly."

Connor nodded, and after just several seconds, his eyes felt like they were stabbed, and he recoiled, pulling away. But before he could rub his eyes his hands were grabbed, “Don't rub them, just relax and blink." Iron corrected, and after a moment Connor blinked away the pain that quickly faded and looked around the room, and flinched; his vision had sharpened, lines were suddenly crisper and cleaner and colors were a bit more refined.

“How is it? Better?"

“Yeah, that's…"

“It's not perfect, but it's better than what it used to be." Iron chuckled as he let Connor's wrists go.

“Thanks, I didn't think my vision was off."

“It's ok, most humans don't really check up on there eyes as much as they should. But here, I need to finish your examination paperwork and recover so I'll take a couple samples of your blood and be right back, a nurse will come in and give you the suppository, and take your blood; they'll also take care of any supplemental healing to remove your bone scars and muscle tension before finishing the rest of your processing. I'll come back when there done, ask you some medical and health questions and you'll be done." Iron explained as he filled out some basic information on the computer on the desk, before turning around to look at Connor.

“Do you have any questions?"

“No… I guess I'll be fine, but what about shots?"

“Well talk about that when I get back, I need to cross reference your records but that shouldn't take long. But mostly everything seems up to date." Iron assured, as he got up from the chair, and bowed out, leaving with a smooth movement.

The door clicked shut and once the silence of the room was emphasized with Connor's relaxing exhale, he cloaked his loins with his hands and looked over at Banavi, who was silent, but smiling in some kind of general amazement; it was toxic and Connor found himself blushing under the warm stare. “What are you staring at sir?"

“My mate; you look so cute all naked." Banavi chuckled as he stretched his thighs apart to give his excitement some room beneath the fabric. “And I hope you know I could feel everything you were doing with Lilen last night."

Connor smirked, “So someone is a little pent up?"

“Pent up? No, I'm sexually frustrated and wondering when my Mate is going to come over and satisfy his owner with those new magics he learned." Banavi corrected as he stroked his erection through the zipper of his jeans.

“You want me to give you a blow job?... Now?" Connor asked looking at the door and the analog clock in the room, showing that they had been alone for only a minute." Banavi flicked open his zipper.

“Connor, were in a Mincridarn hospital, do you think the nurse is going to kick us out for having sex? Hasn't all the slave training hit home yet? We Mincridarins don't care about the same social norms; slaves bend over on a whim for their owners in the streets and please anyone anywhere at their command. IF anything, the nurse might only be interested in joining, so it's your choice, bend over like the 'bitch' you are, or polish my dagger, but your satisfying me one way or another right now." Banavi declared, his assurance and command impossible to hide from as his gaze burned like a brand.

Connor's face paled with shock but blushed with embarrassment, thinking what it would like if anyone walked in on them in the middle of sex; because so many things could go wrong… But Banavi was right, they were in a Mincridarn hospital branch, so Mincridarins were bound to be on staff more than any human. However, as indesive seconds past, Connor found something wrap around his wrist, a thin metal wire, it wasn't stiff but the wrapped metal was enough to drag Connor to his feet and over to his mate's chair. The wire was coming out of the pocket of banavi's jeans, and before Connor could say anything the wire warped and pulled his wrist up against his back and bent him over until all he could do was kneel before Banavi.

The warm foot pushed against Connor's face, it was soft and the paw pads were barely rough, it felt like just a dense pillow against his face. “Do you realize anything about the bond we share? I felt everything. I felt how Lilen filled you with his piss and seed, how he fucked you repeatedly, fingered you and probed you. I felt fragments of your emotions and pain, I can feel how much he pleasured you. I also felt how much you loved it; so do I need to remind you about who really owns you?"

Connor blinked, he couldn't hide his erection as he was muzzled by Banavi's dirty paw as it drilled into his teeth and cheeks, “I'm sorry sir, you know I love you. I loved what Lilen was doing, I don't love Lilen sir. Promise." Connor apologized and this seemed to let up the pressure until the lower leg was used as a cuff to pull his face into Banavi's groin.

“Prove it." Banavi ordered as he pulled out his erection, his free hand petting Connor as if he was a feral dog trying to coax him forward into doing something it shouldn't; but Connor still opened his lips, his free hand reaching out to grab the leg of the chair so he wouldn't risk masturbating without permission and get whipped for the unpermitted action.

Banavi sighed and started panting in relaxed pleasure, as Connor used his concubine magic to massage the small spike; his owner's hand relaxed barely able to pet him and instead just sat on the crest of his skull, keeping an even pressure so he wouldn't move or pull away. Connor bobbed his head, and tasted the restrained musk of Banavi's loins, either he hadn't washed or he was so pent up and sweaty that he just smelled so stiffly of old apples, and warm autumn earth; decaying leaves marked with sweet smelling juices of scent.

It was so strange, the deep and longer Connor sucked, the more it felt like he was actually kissing Banavi; it was a strange sensation because it wasn't about personal pleasure or excitement, it had become something he just didn't want to stop doing. He wanted to do this simple action for eternity, and as debasing as it looked he only pushed himself deeper, so much so that he wrapped his free arm around Banavi's waist and lifted his hips to expose his balls which were soon warmed up inside his lips. Maybe he found the difference between pleasure and pressure, and passion because of the erotic sweeping breaths of his owner, or maybe it was the taste of Banavi's thick pre, maybe it was the proximity or just the idea of pleasing Banavi. Regardless of the intentions behind Connor's 'kissing', he had started to milk the finger length member with tongue and magic.

The door opened, the heavy swishing of the handle distracted Connor enough, that he paused to try and look behind himself, but Banavi only smacked him leaving a warm imprint on his cheek. “Don't you dare stop." He warned as he entrenched his hold and barred Connor from moving any further let alone looking over his shoulder by wrapping Connor's head into a leg locked hold.

Hooves tracked across the tiled floor, with the heavy clicking of padded heels, forcing Connor to wonder if there was a bull or a horse watching him. A metallic pang rang out as a tray was set on the counter, before whoever it was settled into the rolling chair, keys on the computer being tapped away like rain drops; whoever it was really didn't care just like Banavi said.

“Are you going to take any longer?" A female voice asked and Connor flexed in subtle terror at being in such a erotic position in front of her; but this need to fight was cut in half by her complete lack of excitement; her voice was so cold and distant; she didn't care, she was just waiting to do her job.