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Jon Sanders plopped himself down in front of his desk, letting out a deep sigh. Work had been... work. Not fun, but not terrible. At least now he was home. Finally.

He started his computer and logged on, planing to spend the night talking with friends. Something nice and relaxing that wouldn't require too much concentration or effort. He opened up his email, first, though, knowing that his evening would get a lot worse if he missed an important memo or something. A smile split his face and lifted his tusks; he had only one new message, and he couldn't be happier to see who it was from.

"Next appointment sign-in: Doctor Lothair"

The email was short and to the point: His next appointment was coming up, and Dr. Lothair wanted him to call and confirm it. He said he'd be in his office and able to take the call until six, and he'd be in his office every day that week, so whenever he felt like calling...

Jon didn't wait. He pulled out his phone and called the number in the email.

It rang twice, and then the line clicked as the phone on the other end was picked up. "Hello?" Said Lothair's familiar voice.

"Hey, Doc." Jon said, grinning. "It's Jon Sanders."

"Hello, Mr. Sanders! It's good to hear from you." The alien's voice was warm and friendly. "How are you feeling today? Have you had any medical issues since your previous appointment?"

"Nope!"

"How're your privates feeling? Any problems with your penis or anus?"

"Nope; everything's all good down there."

There were some keyboard clacks in the background. "Awesome..." Lothair murmured, apparently to himself. "Ok, I just sent you an email with the questionnaire in it. It's the normal insurance stuff that we all know and love-" his voice dripped with sarcasm "-and some of the fun stuff that we like at the clinic. There'll be some questions about your penis, asshole, and the various other private bits of your body.

A second later the email popped up in Jon's inbox. "Ok, I just got it. And, yeah I'd figure so." He huffed in amusement. "So I fill this out and turn it in... anything after that?"

"Nope! Just show up Thursday afternoon and we can get started. I'll give you a call if something comes up before then."

"Thanks. Have a good evening, Doc."

"You too." A click as the xenomorph hung up.

Jon put his phone down and opened up the new email he'd gotten. It was a basic greeting from the doctor, information about insurance fees, the upcoming appointment location (same clinic as last time, naturally), and the like. At the very bottom was a hyperlink. Clicking on it redirected the otter to the clinic's website, where there was a questionnaire waiting for him.

At first it was all the usual shit. Places to input insurance information, phone numbers, names and dates and pre-existing conditions. All the stuff that Jon was used to dealing with when going to a doctor's office and already had the information lined up so that he could speed right through it.

Then came what he was looking forward to. After a page-break, the questions abruptly shifted in tone. Would he like an orgasm, would he like any focus to be given to some part of his his body, how intimate would he like the doctor to be?

Another grin from the otter. "That's more like it."

He started working through the questionnaire, pausing to undo the button and fly of his pants to let his stiffening, cut cock out to wave around excitedly as he filled it out. Aside from a few options, like getting an enema, he checked the "Yes" box for most of the things offered, cracking a smile as he read the line "Would you like your examination to include an orgasm check and sperm collection?"

All the questions were written that way; dry, clinical language barely concealing smutty intent. Jon idly wondered if Lothair did that to maintain professionalism or if he just got a kick out of phrasing what was basically sex in the most sterile terms possible.

He checked the "yes" box, and finished up filling out the rest of the questionnaire. When he got to the bottom, there was an entry box asking for "Additional requests, notes, or concerns." The otter stared down at the question thoughtfully for a moment, then typed "Please make the exam as butthole as possible."

The saber-toothed otter sat back in his chair, read over his replied, and then hit "send". A long sigh, a self-satisfied smile. And then out came the blanket to deal with that erection he'd been enduring for the past fifteen minutes.

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The friendly bell tinkled in its inviting way as Jon pushed open the door to the clinic. The two raptors from his first appointment were in there, sitting on the opposite side of the room now, as well as a half-dozen other furs of both sexes; business seemed to be picking up. The same fit and well-dressed wolf was sitting calmly behind his desk, tapping away at his computer. The raptors tipped their snouts at him, acknowledging him as he entered, which made Jon smile.

The exam room through the window opposite the front door was just how he remembered it: The exam table was easily visible from the waiting room, facing the window so anyone could look in and see what was going on. A small blush colored the otter's cheeks, although it was invisible under his fur; he'd been so embarrassed the last time he'd been here, and yet now he could hardly wait to get started. He glanced around at the other furs in the room, concealing a smile. He wondered what they'd think of his junk. There was only one way to find out...

He strolled over to the receptionist, who smiled up at him cheerfully. "Welcome back, Mr. Sanders. I'll get you signed in. I think the doctor is-"

The door opposite them opened, and Dr. Lothair and a portly elephant stepped out, chatting warmly.

"-just about ready for you." The receptionist finished, chuckling.

The tall, lanky xenomorph bid his previous patient farewell, scribbled something down on his clipboard, and then looked around the room, smiling in his wolfish way when his gaze settled upon the otter. "Hello, Mr. Sanders! Good to see you again!"

The otter smiled right back, his tusks lifting his lips a bit. "It's good to be back, doc." He walked over to the xeno and shook his hand.

"Looks like you're up next." Lothair glanced at his clipboard. "Yep. Ready to get started?"

"Hell yeah!"

The alien grinned again. "Come on back." He turned and led Jon through the doorway, into the antechamber that separated the waiting room from the exam room.

Jon followed him, and began to strip off his clothes before the door had even closed all the way, giving the folks waiting a nice view of his glossy back-fur.

"Eager, are we?"

Jon grinned. "Yeah. Honestly, doc, I've been looking forward to this for months."

"Well, I'm glad visiting my office is a pleasant experience." Lothair's tone was almost professional. But there was just the slightest hint of smutty pride that would tip any bystander off that he wasn't nearly so professional as he pretended.

Without hesitation, Jon pushed down his pants and underwear, putting them on the table and turning to face the doctor nonchalantly, proudly showing off his heavy balls and cut penis.

The xenomorph looked at it openly, pointing his down downwards to indicate he was staring directly at the otter's genitals. "Hmm. My initial appraisal is very positive." He wasn't even pretending to be professional anymore.

They went through the regular motions, taking blood pressure and ear temperature and weight, and asking about medications and the like. Lothair took notes on his clipboard the whole time, documenting the otter's responses. And then, with the procedural grind out of the way, they moved on to the main event.

Lothair opened the door to the examination room, holding it for the naked otter to pass through first, before letting it shut behind them.

The examination room was much the same as the otter remembered it: A table in the center with stirrups out and ready, with counters and cabinets lines up against the walls. The cool tiles of the floor pressed against his paws as he walked over to the examination table and hopped up onto it without hesitation. Laying on his back, he put his legs up in the stirrups, spreading them wide so that anyone out in the waiting room could very easily see the equipment hanging from his groin and the tight pucker between his cheeks.

Immediately, all attention in the waiting room shifted into him, many pairs of eyes peering through the glass expectantly, roving over his nude body. Lewd smiled spread across faces, and hands went to newly formed bulges in pants to squeeze and stroke.

Jon licked his lips nervously, but kept his breathing calm and even. This was a safe place, without judgment or reservation.

The xenomorph began to gently finger the saber-toothed otter's tusks, running a slim digit up and down each one to check for chipping or any sign of ill-health. "You know, Mr. Sanders, I'm largely quite happy with my own body, but if there was one thing I might add, I think it would be tusks." He chuckled, and took a gentle hold of both in turn, giving them a gently tug and wiggle to ensure that they were still secure in his patient's head. "Does this hurt? Do you feel any looseness or wobbling at the base of your tusks?"

"No, not at all."

The grip was released, but a solitary finger remained, running up and down the length of the protrusions playfully. "Have you felt any soreness or aching in your tusks?"

"Nope."

"Good. I must say, you've kept these in beautiful shape. Not a single chip to be found anywhere."

"Thanks!" The otter smiled up at the doctor, turning his head on the headrest to face him fully.

The xenomorph smiled back, then stepped away from the otter. There was a pair of squelching snapping sounds as a pair of latex exam gloves were pulled out of a box on the wall and tugged onto the alien's hands. Stepping back over to the saber-toothed otter, the friendly, professional smile returned, which did not match at all with the words that came next: "I'm going to get into the intimate part of the exam now, Mr. Sanders. Do let me know if you feel any discomfort at any point."

"You got it."

The gloved hands wasted no time in moving forward to molest the otter's chest, taking several generous gropes of the otter's chest and pectorals. The fingers traced down the crevice between his abs, before sliding onwards to his nipples. His right nipple was taken in a firm, gloved grip, and given a quick pinch.

"Mmmng..." Jon groaned a little, leaning back onto the headrest and arching his spin to push his nip up against those teasing fingers. The pinch hurt a little, but fuck did it feel good anyway. Another pinch and another groan, and the otter looked out at the waiting room again. At all those grinning faces and lustful eyes. His head thumped back against the padded rest and he sighed, grinning himself. There was nowhere he'd rather be.

There was a final pinch as Lothair coaxed his patient's nipple to stand up straight and erect. He gave the hard little nub a few rubs with a gloved fingers, then walked around the table and repeated the procedure, until both of his patients nubs were rock-hard and buzzing with pleasure at every little tough and rub. "Very good. You nipples have a good stiffening reflex, very healthy for a man your age." His digits didn't leave the otter's chest, though, continuing to gently stroke and pinch his patient's tit. Taking it between two latex-clad fingers and twist and pulling on it gently. Teasing the otter mercilessly.

Jon's penis twitched between his thighs and he groaned wantonly, hoping that the audience in the waiting room could hear him.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Sanders?"

"Yeah, doc. A ton."

The xenomorph smiled, his black lips pulling back to reveal his sharp teeth. "Wonderful." He played with his patient's nipple for a few more second, before releasing it and moving down towards the lower end of the table.

Latex-clad fingers closed around Jon's soft cock, lifting it up and tilting it this way and that so that Lothair could examine it thoroughly. "Has this been getting plenty of use over the last few months?" He asked clinically, playfully batting around the slowly hardening shaft.

"Yeah, yeah! I masturbate regularly and have lots of partners to exercise it with."

"Good. Would you care to describe your masturbation practices to me?" Lothair's hand stayed wrapped around Jon's cock while the other came up to cup and fondle the otter's sack, squeezing it playfully.

"Mmnn..." Jon groaned as a race of pleasure went up his spine, then cleared his throat and said. "Well, it's fairly simple, I just get a blanket and put on some porn and go to town."

"What kinds of porn do you like?" Lothair squeezed the otter's sack again, sending another surge of pleasure racing up his spine. His gloved hand carefully began to stroke Jon's hardened cock, being gentle so as to not irritate the circumcised shaft.

"Uh..." The doctor's ministrations were making it a bit hard to focus on the questions. "Well, I guess there's BDSM stuff sometimes, and other than that there's lots of miscellaneous stuff."

"Ever checked out any medical porn? Doctors checking out their patients in a nice and intimate way?"

The doctor's hands had paused their fondling, and that combined with the way the question was phrased gave Jon the idea that there was right and wrong answer to this particular question. He looked out at the audience observing them, reveling in their voyeuristic smiles and lewd caresses of their crotches. Tongues lecherously rasped across lips as the onlookers semi-openly pleasured themselves to the sight of the otter being examined. Which gave Jon an idea. "Hey, doc, you wouldn't happen to have had a career in porn at one point, would you?"

A pair of squeezes on his genitals rewarded Jon for asking, and he shivered against the padding of the table as the xeno began to stimulate him again.

"Medical education is expensive, you know, and the porn industry is always looking for handsome guys who can act and at least look like they know what they're talking about. It was a match made in heaven, really." He grinned again, his black lips peeling back to expose his long teeth. "I got something of a taste for it over time, and thus..." He gestured at the glass panel. "I decided to incorporate the more enjoyable elements into my practice. I must say, it's worked it very well so far."

"I'm enjoying the hell out of it too." Jon smiled up at the doctor. "So, what's next?"

"Anal examination and then sperm collection. At your request, the anal phase will be quite thorough." Another grin, and the doctor stepped away from the table for a moment to squirt a generous dollop of lubricant onto his hands from a dispenser on the wall. He rubbed the slick substance around thoroughly, making sure to get every inch of his gloves slick with the stuff. Then he pushes a wheeled stool between the otter's legs and sat down. "Ready?"

"Yep!"

"Good." A cool, slick finger ran down the length of Jon's crack, leaving a trail of lube as it did. It started just under his balls, ran over his hole and continued down to the base of his tail. Then it ran back up, bending at the joint to press the length of the finger against his taint firmly, teasing the otter's prostate through the skin and fur of his bottom. The digit came to a stop over Jon's hole, and started to press. A smile spread the otter's lips and a moan of pleasure escaped his throat as the latex-clad finger pushed into his ass, spreading his anal walls delicate and pushing further in.

"Loose. Probably penetrated on a regular basis." Lothair's comment seemed more addressed to himself than to Jon. "Flesh is soft and well-exercised, sphincter is flexible..." He hooked his finger gently and gave the otter's ring a firm tug, testing its resistance. "Very flexible..." He pushed his finger in to the knuckle, and ran the tip over his patient's prostate. "Prostate is healthy; firm and well-exercised." He smiled at Jon. "Well, your asshole seems very healthy, but to be sure I need to be a bit more... thorough. Mind if I put in another digit.

Jon was gasping gently and staring at the ceiling, just reveling in the arousal of having his hole played with as a room full of people watched openly. He couldn't bring himself to lift his head off the table's head-rest to reply: "Yeah, go right ahead, doc." His eyes squeezed shut as he felt another slim finger working into his hole, gently stretching him out as the new digit made itself at home.

Lothair began to play with his patient's hole, pushing his fingers in an out while pausing every minute or two to give the otter's prostate a few good rubs, making sure Jon stayed hard as a rock. The xenomorph himself grinned lecherously, obviously enjoying having fun with his charge like this. The exam room was filled with the "schlick-schlick" of gloved fingers sawing in and out of Jon's puckered hole and the otter's slutty moans of pleasure.

Jon wasn't sure how long this went on; time was hard to keep track of when his groin was glowing with pleasure and he couldn't even keep his eyes open, much less be bothered to look at the clock. When Lothair paused his thrusting and began to speak, Jon feared that the finger-fucking was over, but was overjoyed to hear the doctor's next words: "Again, Jon, everything seems fine and healthy. But just to be sure I'd like to put in a third finger so I can be more thorough. May I?"

"Please..." Jon wheezed out between pleasured pants. "Do it, please!"

He moaned as a third finger began to work into his pucker, stretching him open even more as it joined its fellows in the otter's warm, tight, slick depths. Gloved finger-tips massaged the walls of his rectum, sliding over them as they looked for any abnormalities. They splayed apart, stretching his sphincter gently but insistently, before coming together again and pushing deep into Jon's ass, brushing over his prostate before focusing in on it and prodding it firmly. Then they prodded it again, and again, and again.

Jon's cock twitched and spurted precum as the examination continued, and as the prodding against his prostate became more insistent the throbbing in his penis began to build. "Uh, huuh..." He moaned and gasped as his asshole was played with and examined thoroughly and deeply. "Fuck, doc, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up..." He regretted saying that just a moment later as the fingers stilled and then began to pull out. "No!" A strangled protest slipped from between his lips as he clenched his ass down on the xenomorph's gloved fingers, trying to keep them in him. "C-c'mon, doc, just a little more..." He begged shamelessly. He thought he heard someone out in the waiting room snickering loudly, but he didn't care at that point.

"Sorry." The doctor's smile showed that he wasn't sorry, and the otter's prostate and cock went painfully unstimulated as he stepped away and removed his gloves, throwing them in the trash before snapping on a fresh pair. "Alright, time for a sperm sample. It would be good if we could make it as large as possible, so we'll be using a method that I actually invented, although it is now in use around the country." The xenomorph's voice was obviously proud, and Jon had a sneaking suspicion that his method combined pornography and medicine, much like the doctor's other innovations.

He was proven right a moment later when the xeno pulled open a drawer and withdrew something that looked awfully like a condom wrapper. Which was confirmed to be the case when Lothair tore it open and pulled out what could only be a condom.

Jon's mind raced, and he tried to remember if there was any part of the questionnaire where he'd given the xeno permission to fuck him to orgasm, but he was sure there hadn't been. He would've remembered if there had. He opened his mouth to ask Lothair about it, but before he could say anything the doctor had stepped back over to the table and begun rolling the condom down on Jon's own dick. "Uh, what's that, doc? It looks like a condom."

"It's based on the same principle and shares the design, yes, but it's actually not. The inside is sterile, so if you orgasm into it we can good a good quality sample of your sperm, and of course it's a lot easier to manage than a cup or something, so we don't have to focus on holding it steady, we can put all of our energy into getting a nice, big sample."

"Okay. So, what should I do, start stroking myself, or...?" He looked out the window again, not at all turned off by the idea of masturbating with an audience.

"No, no. In fact, just keep your arms on the arm rests, and I'll take care of it. Trust me, I'm a professional."

Jon strongly suspected that, if he had eyes, Lothair would have just winked at him.

The xenomorph once again stepped away from the table and went to lubricate his gloved hands, making sure they were nice and slick before coming back over to where his patient lay. "Ok, relax and think sexy thoughts."

A slick hand took hold of his cock, and two gloved fingers pushed into his rectum, and the otter pushed his head back against the head-rest and resisted the urge to arch his back. "Oh, fuck..."

Lothair got to work right away, thrusting his fingers in and out of Jon's hole while sliding his other hand up and down the otter's cock. He was skilled, too; pausing every once in a while to polish the throbbing, needy head while varrying his thrusts into Jon's hole so that he didn't always hit his prostate head-on, sometimes just sliding past it and other times missing it entirely to keep his patient on edge.

"Fuck... Jesus, fuck..." Random curses slipped out of Jon's mouth as he was stimulated more thoroughly than almost any other time in his life. He could feel a roiling sensation building in his testicles, but right when he thought it was all going to spill out, the stimulation stopped. Lothair let go of his cock and stopped moving his fingers in the otter's hole.

Jon gasped and bucked, trying to finish himself by pushing against and clenching down on Lothair's fingers. "Fuck!" It didn't work, and as he raised a hand to stroke himself, Lothair slapped it away. "What the hell, doc?" He blushed as he heard more snickering from the waiting room, casting a quick glare out the front window before turning his attention back to the xenomorph.

Lothair shrugged. "Sorry. The sample quality is better when I edge patients at least once; significantly higher volume, which is both good for having back-up samples in case I need to run more tests, and is also more fun for me and the patient." He grinned

The otter sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But please don't do it again."

"Alright. I would've told you, but doing that makes patients try to suppress the signs of orgasm so I'll just make them cum right then and there. It works better if I don't say anything and then go through this spiel. Ready to continue?"

"Yeah." Jon settled back down onto the table as the doctor resumed stroking and fingering him, working his digits in and out of his butthole with care and precision. The otter got the feeling that he was really going to be worked up to it this time, instead of just being pounded and jerked off until he came.

He was proven correct as the minutes ticked by and the pace remained slow and steady. The doctor's strokes were mostly just to provide a bit of extra stimulation, and he often stopped stroking entirely to just squeeze Jon's shaft, torturous in his gentleness. He would sometime finger the head gently, just enough to make it ooze precum into the condom. The otter became aware of the paper covering the table becoming wet with his sweat as his fur went damp, chilling him in the cool air of the exam room. "Fuck..." He closed his eyes, the harsh white light of the room becoming unbearable in his tortuously pleasured state. He felt like he was trapped in limbo, desiring to go on, and yet, somehow, unwilling to leave. He'd never been teased like this before, and almost never for so long. He could feel every small movement of the doctor's fingers stretching out his hole and pushing against his sensitive inner walls, taunting his prostate by pressing against the surrounding flesh but never actually touching it.

And then the rhythms began to change. The strokes and squeezes once again increased in pace and the fingers in his ass pressed together and began to thrust into him. At first they simply rubbed against his prostate, but as the stroking sped up and the fingering continued they began to press directly against it, stimulating it mercilessly and spamming it like a button on an arcade machine.

Jon pictured the scene in his head: Himself lying naked on the central exam table, being stroked and squeezed and finger-fucked by the handsome, lanky xenomorph, as several people he didn't know watched the whole thing unfold, rubbing their bulges and teasing their vaginas through their clothing. And that's when he finally snapped.

"Fuck, fuck!" His hips bucked violently against Lothair's hand as the first rope of cum shot out of his painfully hard shaft. His anus clenched down hard on the fingers jamming into his prostate, trying to make them stay in place and keep pushing on his pleasure button. Lothair didn't have to be told this and settled for keeping his fingers buried in the otter's asshole, pressing on and off against the otter's prostate to keep stimulating him.

A second thick spurt followed the first, then a third, then a fourth. After that the spurts tapered off, but when Jon opened his eyes he could barely beleive how much semen was in the bulb at the tip of the condom. The bulb was sagging with the weight of his load, pointing downwards and resting against his shaft. There had to be at least four ounces of cum in there. He could barely believe that that much had actually been in his balls to begin with. He must've been totally cleared out.

"Very good, very good." Lothair's voice, warm and congratulatory, pushed into his consciousness. The otter grunted as he felt the fingers being withdrawn from his hole, and then his breath hitched as the condom was gently and carefully pulled free of his over-sensitive shaft. "Jesus, that feels weird."

"I know. Just hold still for a moment..."

The condom came free, and Jon's penis was left in peace to soften and lay against. It looked funny after that experience, slick from the condom's lubricant and pinkish-red from how long it had been handled and stroked. It pulsed gently as it lay against Jon's belly, and he decided to just let it lie for the moment. He looked out at the waiting room and several people started clapping, the rest smiling broadly. He smiled weakly in return, then sat up, having to reach back and peel the wet paper off his back as he did. Resting on his elbows, he looked over at Lothair, who was tying off the condom. "Are we done?"

"Yep." Lothair shot Jon a smile over his shoulder, then bent down to put the condom in a mini-fridge, probably temporary storage until tests could be run on it. "Just lemme get you cleaned up, and you'll be good to go." He pulled on a third pair of gloves and proceeded to wipe off the otter's ass and privates with baby wipes and paper towels, making sure everything was clean and dry. "You should probably take a shower when you get home, too." Lothair advised. "You're, uh, sweated rather heavily."

"I know, I know." Jon stood up as Lothair stepped away, peeling the damp paper off his ass as he did.

"Well, from my examination, you seem perfectly healthy." Lothair said, peeling off his gloves and nodding at the otter. "I think that concludes our business. Any last concerns you have?"

"Nope." Jon shook his head, unable to hold back a grin. "That was a hell of a lot of fun, though. Can't wait for next time."

The doctor grinned back. "That's just what I like to hear from my patients." He held the door for Jon and the two exited the room, going back into the antechamber so that the otter could dress. "So, see you in six months?"

"You bet!" Jon pulled on his clothes, with Lothair waiting patiently until he had finished. They shook hands and said goodbye, and then Jon was on his merry way. As he walked through the waiting room he heard the alien calling up the next patient, and as he looked around he felt a bit like an actor. No one was staring when he wasn't on the stage; all the ogling took place at a comfortable distance. It was like putting on a performance.

And Jon couldn't wait for the next one.