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"I'm terribly sorry that you two have been having these troubles, but I can assure you that you've come to the right place and made the right choice; we absolutely guarantee results, here."

Kirk still wasn't entirely sold on the idea, but he was desperate to get the job done.

Valais, on the other hand, wasn't worried about being sold on anything, as much as she was fearful of letting another window of fertility go to waste.

"You're actually able to offer a guarantee?" she asked, not allowing her hopes to get all the way ahead of her better judgment. "That...doesn't seem possible, if I'm being honest."

"We get that a lot, Mrs. Blacknose. We understand that fertility clinics are usually the last resort for couples that have run out of options, and coming to one in the first place feels like admitting defeat...but our unique approach hasn't failed a couple yet!"

Doctor LaSalle wasn't in any phonebooks, and his advertisements only came up on low-quality websites to begin with.

His own looked as if he'd shambled it together himself from long outdated browser resources and recycled images--if not for the opulence of the office building itself and the sterling reviews, Kirk and Valais never would have hung around for the good doctor to arrive.

"You didn't really elaborate on that approach online," Kirk reminded him. "Just that it was failsafe, and that all of your customers left satisfied with their results. Impregnation doesn't happen that quickly; any real doctor would know that."

Arms crossed and chin tucked, Kirk wasn't afraid to wear his emotions about the matter on his sleeve, but he was trying his best to keep his mood in check for Valais.

Their quest to finally conceive a child was running into more road bumps than they ever would have imagined, but the pair of sheep were finally looking to outside help, and Kirk wasn't convinced that they would find the right doctor on the first go.

This guy is just a tall, handsome idiot with a fancy pair of horns, Kirk thought. Typical, overpaid, underqualified specialist doctor that manages to suave a bunch of people out of their money, I bet!

If not for his concerns about his own adequacy, Kirk might have given the doctor a greater benefit of the doubt, but his pride was already taking a beating, even before he noticed how much Valais was admiring the tall, handsome doctor.

"Sometimes, it can take months...even years of trying to successfully conceive," Dr. LaSalle confirmed. "You're absolutely right about that, and if you came to me, you've no doubt been trying for a while...but I think you'll both be very pleased with the unique approach here at the LaSalle Fertility Clinic."

That the doctor went to the effort of greeting his new patients in the waiting room was a friendly and professional gesture, but he wasn't going to get into greater specifics in a public area.

"You two come on back with me, and we can begin our proper consultation."

**

The office seemed typical enough, if a little threadbare: the front waiting area was either freshly renovated, or recently finished...but Kirk and Valais weren't entirely able to tell.

The hallway was in the same state, with a scent in the air that danced between recent construction and fresh paint, but there were no other doctors or nurses on the staff, as far as they noticed.

There wasn't even a receptionist in the waiting area, but as suspicious as Kirk thought that to be, he completely ignored the lack of other employees when he noticed the addition of several cuffs and straps to the so-called examination table.

"Okay, I...I need to see some kind of credentials," Kirk argued. He was distressed to see that the doctor was already lowering the black frame of the table lower to the ground, but worse than that, Valais seemed positively thrilled to have a chance to put those straps to good use. "There is no way that this is standard issue medical equipment!"

"When we're all done here, I'll gladly welcome you both back to my office, where you can review all the paperwork you'd like," Dr. LaSalle offered. "In the meantime, we've established that your wife is ovulating; we don't want to let this window of opportunity close."

The pair wore comfortable clothes in anticipation of a possibly invasive consultation, but if Kirk was being honest, he didn't think he was going to have to remove any of his own, and he didn't want Valais to do so, eager as she seemed to be.

"What, uh...w-what should we do about that, Doctor?" she asked.

It was subtle enough at first, but by then, Valais was doing nothing to hide her flirtatious nature: she was helpless in front of a man with such a powerful, thick set of horns, and Dr. LaSalle had such a perfect pair, curved so that they almost looked to be sculpted into that shape...but they were, as he would have mentioned, all natural.

"There's no time to waste; we'll have to dive right into the consultation. Valais, if you could please disrobe and climb onto the examination table, we'll get a good, close look at your entrance, and confirm that your vaginal cavity is the proper temperature for supporting your husband's sperm."

Kirk couldn't believe what he was hearing: from the terminology to the not-so-subtle interest in the doctor's voice, he was more convinced than ever that the tall, handsome ram was just using the office as a front to get paid for his sexual prowess.

"Do you really think I'm going to stand here and let you put a thermometer in my wife's pussy?" Kirk asked, his arms coming uncrossed as his paws curled into tight, quivering fists. "What the hell kind of procedure is this, anyway?!"

"It's a very standard procedure, I assure you," Dr. LaSalle retorted. "But I won't be using a thermometer; that's an archaic and outdated method. We have much better ways of checking your wife's temperature, these days."

The sigh of relief came too early for Kirk to trust it, but he still let that breath out. "That's good to hear."

"I'll be using my own penis to measure her vaginal hospitality."

"...What?"

"Kirk, I need you to trust me," the ram repeated himself, but he wasn't offering Kirk any sort of comforting look or tone.

He was grinning all the while, as if he knew that he only needed to appease Valais to get what he wanted from the desperate couple.

"Not sure I'm ever gonna do that," Kirk argued. "Sweetie, we're leaving."

Looking back to his wife, Kirk's jaw dropped to see that her sweatpants and dampened panties were already in a pile on the floor, and her top, despite having nothing to do with the procedure, had been pulled over her head.

She was just unclasping her brassier, revealing the thick, heavy piercings in her nipples, when she locked eyes with Kirk and smiled a fittingly sheepish smile.

"Actually, I...I wanted to give his methods a try," she confessed. "Nothing else has worked so far, so...what do we have to lose, darling?"

All that remained upon her fluffy bodice was the collar about her neck and the soft, golden bell that adorned it. Amid an ocean of pluming, white fluff, her thighs stuck out with the black of her undercoat exposed, and just below, her hooves were already clamoring to push her body up and onto the examination table.

"Only thing I'm worried about losing is you, dear," Kirk explained, allowing his hostility to dip behind genuine vulnerability. "But you could gain something you don't want from this creep!"

"Mr. Blacknose, I assure you that I am free of any and all venereal diseases," Dr. LaSalle claimed, his voice as casual as ever. "This part of the procedure is simply to ensure that you won't be wasting your best swimmers when it's finally your turn to pump a load into her!"

He wasn't even trying to keep up the appearance of a proper doctor any longer. The ram was confident that he could carry on without any resistance from Valais, and seeing her body spread across the examination table, her arms and wrists already settled against the open cuffs, he had all the confirmation he needed.

"W-wait a second. What do you mean, my turn?"

"I mean that I'm going to be preparing your wife's womb for your seed by first implanting a sample of my own," Dr. LaSalle explained. "Meanwhile, you'll deposit any of your old sperm into her throat...and when you've bounced back and have fresh, newly developed sperm to give, you'll have your chance to breed her, as well."

Valais couldn't remember the last time she was caught between a pair of eager, handsome gentlemen...and though it may have been her estrus that warped her thoughts, she loved the idea of both men trying to win her over, in the literal heat of that moment.

"It's all part of the procedure, dear," Valais suggested, looking back into Kirk's confused, darkened stare with a pair of rich emeralds; he'd never been able to resist her gaze. "And it sounds like we'd better get started on it right away: would you strap in my wrists for me?"

Standing by the head of the table, Kirk was so bewildered with everything unfolding that he wasn't shocked any further by the doctor removing his lab coat and revealing that he'd never been wearing any pants underneath.

That was par for the course, for this visit.

"You...you're sure this is what you want to try?" Kirk asked, finding his devotion to his wife and their cause was greater than his trust issues with a tall, handsome stranger.

"I'll do anything to bring a baby into this world; nothing is too extreme," Valais confessed, letting her estrus dominate her voice. "And you don't seem terribly bothered by a little competition, either..."

Just before she felt her wrist hitting the table, she reached out and cupped her husband's bulge, right through the comfort of his loose, relaxing shorts. He wasn't entirely stiff, but there was a little extra blood flowing to the spot, giving his cock the illusion of extra, flaccid size.

"He's not competition; he's a damned fertility specialist," Kirk argued. There was greater force in his grip as he strapped his wife's wrists into place, trapping her on the table...but it still felt wrong for another man to be strapping her ankles down to the other end, leaving her entirely helpless. "You're still my wife, and those are still gonna be my children."

With the illusion broken, Dr. LaSalle didn't feel the need to placate Kirk's feelings anymore.

"Well, that's assuming the procedure all goes to plan," he mentioned. Dark, entrancing beads stared down at Valais, and her legs, despite being forcibly parted, still quivered with a new sense of anticipation. "If her womb finds my sperm to be more hospitable, there could be unforeseen consequences...but you did come here to get pregnant, didn't you, Valais?"

She was nodding eagerly, staring up at the good doctor and ignoring the show of her husband stripping away his shorts, just beyond the edge of her skull.

"All part of the standard procedure, I'm sure," Kirk groaned.

"Absolutely," Dr. LaSalle confirmed. "I said we guaranteed results; I never specified that it would be you getting the job done, Kirk."

Juices spilled freely from the parted folds of a neatly kept mound: the black undercoat was all that remained around her most tender area, but a slow, lazy trickle of arousal came from her entrance as the fake doctor pressed her petals apart with his thumbs.

"No time for a proper warmup, either: she's right in the peak of her window," he declared. "I'll have to start the procedure right away..."

"That's your cue, Kirk!" Valais reminded him, looking back at her husband and opening her maw wide, just beyond the dripping tip of his cock. "He said you needed to do this, remember?"

Keeping the husband just happy enough to stay on the other end of the table was a safety measure for the fake doctor: few men would stray from an eager, deep-throating blowjob just to try and put a stop to something, especially when their wives were so obviously enjoying themselves.

In his experience, those ladies who truly enjoyed themselves gave their best work to their confused husbands; he didn't think Valais and Kirk would be any exception.

"If you..."

Tilting her head all the way back and capturing the tip of her husband's cock in her lips, Valais gave a wide, upside down grin and pushed a little further, guiding the stiffening inches into her outstretched throat.

That was more than enough to silence Kirk's protest, but it couldn't fully wipe the frustration from his face when he watched Dr. LaSalle grab the base of his own impressive cock. He worked the tip of his unique, bovine member against her soaking petals until he'd collected more than enough moisture for a smooth, comfortable penetration, but his manhood was still impressive enough that Valais couldn't help a whimper when he pushed through her tight, gripping resistance.

With her mouth full of her husband's cock, Kirk was lucky enough to feel her whimpering plea in the form of deep, satisfying vibrations, but she'd leaned back as far as she could: if he wanted to feel more of her throat, he'd have to get over himself and start thrusting...but he refused to be outdone by the taller male.

Grabbing her breasts before Dr. LaSalle would have a chance to fondle them, Kirk tried to stake a claim to his wife's body, but even as he pumped in deep and slapped his sack against the front of her nose, he was losing his focus to the powerful, impassioned drive of Dr. LaSalle's own body.

Holding the ewe by her hips and lifting them slightly to meet with the angle of his thrusts, he was pounding all the way into her deepest reaches on the very first pass, and a delighted whimper rattled Kirk all the way into his sack, telling just how much pleasure his wife derived from the impressive cock of another man.

"She's absolutely hospitable right now, Kirk...this might be the best chance you've ever had to knock your wife up," he said, his declaration nothing short of a mocking challenge. "Of course, if you don't have your best seed ready to go, I'm more than happy to step in for you: I just came yesterday evening during our consultation."

Picking up the pace and pounding into the parted, gentle thighs of the ewe, Dr. LaSalle showed that his every kindness was wrapped in cruelty, but his challenge went unanswered: Kirk stayed right where he was, feeling trapped by the natural massage of his wife's swallowing throat.

"There's no doubt in my mind...that Valais will make a wonderful mother...if she can keep my load inside of her."

Pacing himself just right that he could taunt Kirk all the while, Dr. LaSalle took the comfort of one of his patients very seriously: when he had a comfortable pace and depth, his palm drifted from the edge of the table, toying with the plentiful fluff that coated Valais and tickling the delicate flesh that was hiding just underneath.

It was a pleasant thrill when his fingertips massaged a path all the way across her thighs, but when he finally reached her mound and pressed his thumb to the hood of her clit, one swirl was all it took to force her inner muscles to clench and grasp around his cock.

"She's milking me already, Kirk...she...s-she might even be cumming already," he panted, trying to maintain a calm, collected appearance in the face of knee-buckling pleasure. "If I don't slow down now, she's going to make a terrible mess of the examination table!"

The fake doctor would have been happy to clean up after Valais, if feeling her juices upon his crotch was the reward for such a small price to be paid.

He didn't know just how her body would react, but a greater volume of natural arousal was already pouring down his shaft, such that he could feel her mess dripping over the bottom of his sack...adding a quiet, pleasant spip every time that his orbs slapped against her receiving flesh.

"Hear that, Kirk? Hear how wet she is at the idea of finally being knocked up?"

Just across the table, Kirk was still holding Valais by her breasts, squeezing them in slow, rhythmic time to match his probing thrusts.

Furious as he was, he wouldn't be able to resist the brilliant talent of her throat, even if he decided to stay put and let her do all the work--and his hips absolutely refused to be still, when another man was still having his way with Valais.

Spittle ran down the sides of his wife's face as he pummeled her maw, spilling precum across the flat of her tongue in plentiful volume. "Don't get ahead of yourself, _Doctor._She's only enjoying this b-because of me!"

Kirk knew that his words were all bluster, and the damning blow was the curl of Valais' tongue around the base of his sack, tickling him in a spot that he couldn't resist.

The first bulge of his cum made its presence known in the swallowing throat of the pinned ewe, but even as he winced with physical bliss, Kirk's mental anguish continued--Valais' thighs were quivering because of another man, and her juices were spilling over the edge of the table for his cock, rather than Kirk's own.

"Oh, I'm sure she's very comforted to be drinking your spunk...less competition for mine, after all," Dr. LaSalle confirmed his sinister intensions, as the flesh around his orbs went completely taut.

Firm, swollen balls slapped against Valais as the fake doctor offered his remedy, pouring the thick, virile yield of his cum right into the womb of a married woman. Her estrus convinced her that she needed that load to finally have an inkling of relief, but beyond that, there was the satisfaction of knowing that she'd finally have the children she'd been desperate to produce...

...Even if they weren't the work of her faithful husband.

"She's still trembling, Kirk...s-still cumming...you think we should give her another load?"