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Today was going to be a fairly busy day for Lucas Baca. He had gotten up early so he could do some shopping at the local strip mall before he went to a doctor's appointment with a new physician. The young Dutch rabbit sat waiting in his car outside the house he shared with his friends, one Jeff Burke among them. Lucas Baca was smaller than his friend, and somewhat chubby in the middle. He had gray and white fur, with most of the gray on the lower half of his body making it look like he was wearing pants even when naked. He was not naked at the moment, however, sporting his usual yellow tee and brownish-tan baggy shorts.

"Come on, Jeff!" he called impatiently, tempted to honk the horn. As he was about to, though, Jeff, an orca of average height and build for his species, came out of the house and walked over. He was wearing a red and white shirt and slightly billowy blue pants. He opened the passenger door of Lucas' car, sliding into the seat beside him.

"Hey, dude," he said cheerily, shutting the door. He was more of a morning person than Lucas, who still felt slightly bleary-eyed. "Sorry about the wait. Had to use the bathroom real quick. Off to the shops!" He pointed dramatically ahead and laughed.

"And then to the doctor," the rabbit reminded him as he pulled away from the curb and started off down the road. "At least for a bit. And then it's back to shopping."

The orca nodded, not looking at him and instead watching trees and house go by as they headed towards the shopping plaza. "Fine, fine," Jeff said almost absently.

Lucas turned and looked at him for a second before returning his eyes to the road. "You sure you don't mind waiting for me while I meet this new doctor?" he asked uncertainly. He really felt like he was asking Jeff for a lot by making him sit in the waiting room for several minutes before they could resume their shopping trip.

Finally Jeff turned and looked at him, smiling. "Of course not," he said. "It'll only be a couple of minutes. Besides, with my car in the shop it's not like I got any choice, right? As long as we're back on the road and at the mall afterwards I'm fine with waitin' on ya while you let some new doc feel ya up."

He laughed and this made Lucas blush a little bit, shooting the orca a semi-annoyed glare. Jeff was just being a tease, he reminded himself. He knew that the rabbit was nervous about doctors anyway, and twice as nervous as usual because today it was going to be a new one. He'd liked his old one, Dr. Cragwich, despite his creepy-sounding name, but it had taken him a little while to get used to him. It was a shame Cragwich had decided to retire. But there was time enough for worrying about Cragwich's replacement later. For now, Lucas just concentrated on getting them to their first stop of the day.

He drove into the parking lot of the strip mall. Since it was early, there were plenty of open parking spots and he found one right next to their destination, a discount clothing emporium called Melwyn's Man Store. The two got out and went inside. It was a cozy enough shop, quite large for one of the smaller places. Clothing either hung on racks or was neatly folded onto display shelves. Everything was very organized. A young deer salesman was at the register. He had short, close-cropped blonde hair, studded antlers and a a nose ring in his left nostril. His nametag read "Kell."

"Morning," said Jeff cheerfully.

"Hi," said Lucas, a little quieter. He tended to be a little more reserved in public. And besides, he was still a bit sleepy.

The deer grinned at his first customers of the day. "And what can we do to you two?" Kell asked with a small smirk which made Lucas raise an eyebrow. Kell hastily corrected himself. "For you, I mean."

Rabbit and orca exchanged glances. "Well," said Lucas, "we, uh, we just wanted some clothes."

"Then you've come to the right place!" Kell said.

Hearing footsteps the two turned and watched as a droopy-eyed alligator in a suit and tie walked up. He lacked an employee nametag so he was either another customer or the owner. It turned out it was he was actually the assistant manager. At first he didn't notice the rabbit and orca, focusing on the deer.

"Where is Johnny?" he asked.

Kell snorted and shook his head. "Search me. On his smoke break, he said." He then jerked his antlered head at the customers and the alligator turned and noticed Lucas and Jeff for the first time.

"Hello. I'm Mr. Brandon, the assistant manager here," he said. "Mr. Melwyn, the owner, has asked me to inform all of our customers that we've been having problems with our fire alarms lately."

"What, like, they don't work?" asked Jeff.

"No, actually, it's more like--" Brandon began. Suddenly the alarms started beeping loudly making everyone, especially poor Lucas, cover their ears. "More like they won't stop working!" Brandon yelled so he could be heard. "Give it a couple of moments, it'll quit."

It took a little longer than just a few moments but it did eventually quit. Lucas sighed and uncovered his ears in relief, as did the others. The rabbit didn't like the idea of fire alarms going off without there actually being a fire. How would they be able to tell if there was a real fire or if the alarms were just acting up again? He looked at Jeff. His orca friend didn't seem worried. His eyes then went to the assistant manager and salesman.

"We're having an electrician come in to take a look at the infernal things later this afternoon," said Mr. Brandon. "In the meantime, Kell here will see that you find everything you need, and I apologize for any inconvenience the alarms may cause you." He managed a small sympathetic smile. "And I'm not supposed to say this, but, if it becomes really annoying, feel free to go someplace else with my apologies." Then he turned and looked at the deer salesman and spoke a little quieter. "And as for that deadbeat Johnny, when you find him, or whenever he decides to show himself, you tell him to come see me."

He then turned and headed off the way he came, somewhere further back in the store. Lucas sighed. He decided the chances of there being a fire in the five or ten minutes he and Jeff would spend here were slim to nothing and so he smiled and gave a nod to the orca signalling that they would remain and shop.

"Okay," said Kell, "big an' tall is in back on the left." This was directed at Jeff, who he looked up and down with an approving smile. Then he turned and looked at Lucas, giving the rabbit the same treatment along with a little wink which made Lucas blush a bit. "And as for you I'd say medium is about your best bet. That's right across from big and tall." He chuckled. "If you need anything just holler for me."

Jeff chuckled and then grabbed Lucas by the wrist and dragged him off through the store towards their destination. The approving attention from other guys like Kell just made Lucas nervous. And as they began searching through the racks of shirts and pants, with Lucas occasionally checking his wristwatch to see what time it was so he wasn't late for his appointment, the rabbit realized a lot of things made him nervous day to day. It could get quite hectic, he realized, but it wasn't his fault. He was just a naturally hypersensitive person, and, at the very least, he prided himself on normally keeping his misgivings to himself. The last thing he wanted was to be perceived as whiny.

He found a shirt and pants he liked and glancing over he noticed Jeff had, as well. They then proceeded to the dressing rooms, which were at the very back of the store. Along the way they passed by Mr. Brandon who was speaking heatedly but quietly to a young lion with a scruffy mane and a lit cigarette insolently drooping from his lips. Johnny, Lucas assumed. The assistant manager snatched the cancer stick from his employee's mouth and threw it into a nearby trashcan and resumed his dressing down of the young lion.

Proceeding down a narrow brightly lit hall, the two found a somewhat large dead-end hall lined with doors, all of which were half open, meaning each individual dressing room was empty. They each took one at random and shut and locked their doors.

In his, Lucas sighed and hung up the clothes he'd picked out, then took off his yellow shirt and tan shorts and tossed them down on the bench. He now stood in nothing but a pair of purple boxer shorts. He tried on the outfit he'd picked out, a purple button-down shirt and some loose jeans, and admired himself in the mirror. Not too shabby-looking. Suddenly he heard the fire alarm go off, and flinched, startled, but then remembered what the assistant manager had said and sighed. The sound was annoying but he could deal with it. He took off the shirt and jeans and hung went through the motions of meticulously folding them back up and replacing them on their individual hangers. He'd decided to buy them.

As he replaced the hangers on the hook provided and turned to reach for his original clothes he heard scuffling feet and a furious banging on his door. Suddenly he was aware he smelled smoke. Fuck!

"Fire!" a voice yelled. It was Kell. "Come on, get out of there, hurry up!" Lucas heard him going over and banging on Jeff's door as well. "Hurry!"

In a panic, Lucas struggled to re-dress himself, but his shorts were proving to be difficult to get into in such a rush, and he kept stumbling and nearly falling. Kell's constant beating on the door were making him panic further, and so, deciding he could live with being seen in his underwear if it meant he'd avoid burning to death in a fire, he stopped trying to dress, and bundled the clothes under one arm and threw open the dressing room door, to be greeted by a coughing and sputtering Kell in the smoke-filled hall.

Nearby he saw Jeff emerge from his own dressing room wearing nothing but his own underpants, a pair of white cotton briefs. The orca hesitated a moment before rushing off. Kell seized Lucas' arm and dragged him along, making him drop his clothes. He tried to protest but Kell wouldn't let him go back. The three of them ran from the dressing room area and out into the store proper. The assistant manager, Mr. Brandon, was herding out a few other customers who had arrived and there was no sign of the errant Johnny. What there was however was a huge fire on the entire right side of the store. At the sight of this, Lucas ran even faster. The three of them made it safely to the front of the store and were ushered out by Brandon who quickly followed them outside into the parking lot.

The wail of sirens signaled the arrival of a fire truck, which screeched to a halt nearby as the fire fighters poured out. Unspooling their hoses, three of the firemen rushed inside the store and began dealing with the blaze. One who appeared to be the captain of the group addressed Mr. Brandon, a second fireman with a walkie-talkie standing beside him.

"Is this everyone?" the captain asked. He has a stern-looking badger.

"I think so," said Brandon. The alligator looked to Kell for confirmation and he started to nod, then shook his head. Brandon realized Johnny was missing. "One of the salesmen is missing!"

"Shit," said the fire captain.

The other fire fighter, a gray panther, spoke into his walkie-talkie, addressing his fellow firemen inside. "Clark we got one missing store employee probably still inside. See if you can find 'im."

"Roger," came the tinny voice over the radio.

As everyone stood there watching the firemen doing their job through the front windows and trying to calm down, Lucas realized he and Jeff really stood out amongst the other onlookers, being the only customers who'd had to evacuate before having a chance to get dressed. There were a few tension-lightening chuckles at their expense and the rabbit and orca huddled a little closer together. The fire fighter who'd remained outside with the captain helpfully draped a blanket over their shoulders. Lucas thanked him.

It didn't take them long to get the blaze under control and one of them even managed to switch the alarms off. As they emerged, dragging their hose with them, they explained to the fire captain and Mr. Brandon that there was no sign of Johnny but they did find the source of the fire: the trashcan the cigarette had been thrown into. Brandon sighed in misery and was then given a stern lecture by the captain about how you're supposed to put cigarettes out before discarding them in trashcans.

"But it wasn't my cigarette!" Brandon whined, walking off after the fire captain who was heading back to the truck to call it it. "It was my slacker salesman's!"

"You threw it in, it's your responsibility!" the captain grumbled.

Lucas sighed and then turned to Kell. "Can we, uh, can we go back inside and get our clothes?" he asked quietly.

Kell thought it over for a moment and then asked the fireman who'd given them the blanket, and he said sure, so with Kell leading the way, he, Lucas and Jeff went back inside. To Lucas' dismay his clothes, which he'd dropped while running, had been soaked by the fire fighters' hose spray and couldn't be worn again until they dried off. However the dressing rooms had been untouched by the fire, so the purple shirt and jeans he was going to buy were fine and dry, as were Jeff's clothes.

"Well," said Lucas, taking the clothes down off the hook, "I did decide to buy them. I guess I will."

Jeff dressed in his original clothes and took his purchase to the register. Lucas, still in just his boxers, followed, new clothes in one hand, dangling off an outstretched finger by their hangers, old, wet ones in the other. Jeff paid for everything since Lucas' money was wet, due to his wallet having been in his pants when they'd been hosed. Kell checked them out and gave Lucas a spare bag to put his wet clothes into. Lucas then hurriedly removed the tags on the new shirt and pants and slipped into them.

"Dashing," Kell said with a smirk.

"Thanks," Lucas said sheepishly. Bidding the deer goodbye, he and Jeff then left, carrying the bag of wet clothes. "Thanks for paying for my stuff, Jeff," he said. "I owe you one."

"It's no problem," the orca replied. "Now, let's get you to that doctor's appointment."

As they went over to the car, however, Lucas suddenly didn't feel like going anymore, and he said as much. "I think maybe I'll reschedule. I've had enough excitement for one day and meeting this new doctor is more stress than I'm willing to put up with, I think."

"Aw, come on," said Jeff, opening the passenger door. "It'd be rude to reschedule the first day you're supposed to meet your new doc. Besides, we just survived a fire. Might at least be good to get checked for damage from, like, inhaling smoke and such."

Lucas sighed and glanced at the watch. Still time. He just wanted this day to end. "Fine," he said, and got behind the wheel, tossing the empty bag into the backseat. Jeff got in beside him and he started up the motor and they drove off.

~*~

A few minutes later, Lucas slid his car into one of the parking spaces reserved for patients and he and Jeff got out. The clinic was a squatt, modern single-story building surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges. Except for the sign identifying it as the Bristleport Health Center, it didn't look much like a clininc. More like something from a university campus. Leaning in through the open car window and retrieving his still damp wallet from the bag containing his clothes, Lucas stuffed it into the pocket of his new jeans, wincing at the wet feeling, before heading inside with Jeff at his heels.

He went up to the front desk where a pleasant-looking middle-aged female alligator receptionist sat reading a magazine. Her nametag read "Kathy." Seeing Lucas, she smiled and set the magazine down. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, I'm here for my twelve o'clock appointment," he replied. "Lucas--"

"Ah yes," Kathy the receptionist said, looking at her schedule. "We have you here." She handed him some paperwork and a pen. "Just fill these out and Dr. Waxflatter will be with you shortly."

"Uh, okay, thank you," he said, and went into the side waiting room.

"And how can I help you?" Kathy asked Jeff.

"I'm just here with him," the orca said, pointing at Lucas.

The receptionist gave a shrug and returned to her magazine reading. Jeff then hurried after Lucas and the two found seats. Jeff twiddled his fingers and hummed boredly while Lucas filled out the paperwork. When he was finished, he fished out his wallet, opened it, and frowned as he began trying to smooth out and dry the bills inside. Failing, he frowned and returned them into the wallet, and the wallet back to his pants pocket. He'd get them dry later.

A few other people arrived and sat but nobody was called back before him. They waited what seemed like forever when finally the far door opened and a tall male alligator who could only be Dr. Waxflatter emerged, a clipboard in hand.

"Mr. Baca?" he called.

"That's me," Lucas said, standing. "Wish me luck," he said to Jeff, and then walked up to the doctor.

Dr. Waxflatter was handsome for an alligator, with kind eyes with drooping lids which gave him a serene, half-awake expression. His smile was gentle and friendly. There was a stethoscope hung around his neck. Lucas blushed a little at getting such a good-looking doctor.

"Hi," said the alligator. "I'm Dr. Waxflatter." He extended a big green hand. Lucas hesitantly took it and Waxflatter gave him a firm handshake. "Why don't you come back here with me and we'll get you all set up."

With that, Waxflatter turned and went through the door he'd come out of. Lucas turned and grinned across the room at Jeff who gave him a reassuring thumbs up. Waxflatter, glancing over his shoulder, took note of this and smiled slightly, but didn't say anything. As Lucas followed the alligator, Waxflatter told him to get up on a nearby scale to get his weight. Lucas complied, handing him the paperwork and pen. As the scale took Lucas' weight, Waxflatter put the pen in the pocket of his lab coat and stuck the papers on his clipboard.

"Mm," said Dr. Waxflatter, looking at the scale's digital readout. "A bit much for your height and body type, but nothing too much to worry about."

Lucas frowned and lifted up his new shirt to examine his somewhat chubby tummy with amused indignation.

"Just come into this exam room over here," the doctor continued.

Lucas lowered his shirt again and followed him into a room with purple walls. Framed diplomas were displayed on the walls from different colleges and universities. There was a sink and cabinet, and in the center of the room was a large green-cushioned examination table with a large lamp standing alongside it, currently turned off. Lucas knew the drill. He got up on the table and sat back with a sigh. Dr. Waxflatter shut the door, then walked past him, setting the clipboard on the cabinet as he turned the faucet on and washed his hands off in the sink.

"Strip," he said, suddenly and flatly.

Lucas' heart skipped a beat and he started. "What?"

"Take your clothes off," the doctor elaborated.

"Why?" Lucas asked.

"So I can examine you," Waxflatter said over his shoulder, a tone of amusement in his voice, as though Lucas had asked the very dumbest question in the world. He finished washing his hands, turned the faucet off and dried them. "I can't very well get a terribly good look at you with those clothes on."

Standing shakily, Lucas pulled off his shirt and set it aside. "I thought this was just going to be you asking me some questions and stuff..." he said nervously.

"You thought wrong," Waxflatter said pleasantly. "I always give new patients a partial physical when I first see them. So, off with those stylish clothes."

"Everything?" Lucas asked in a quivering voice as he fumbled for his zipper.

"You can keep your underwear on."

Lucas slowly pushed the pants down his legs, and was keenly aware that the doctor was watching his every move. Despite himself, the rabbit could feel himself starting to feel the first few tingles of an impending erection. He gulped nervously and prayed he wouldn't get wood. Not in his boxers. He'd be so embarrassed! Suddenly Waxflatter stepped over and gently but insistently pulled them the rest of the way, making Lucas yelp.

"Sorry," he said, "you were taking an awfully long time just take them off."

He gathered up Lucas' clothes and put them on the cabinet. Then, he eyed his rabbit patient up and down for a minute. He started to reach for his stethoscope, but then paused. "What's the name of your friend? The one you were smiling at out in the waiting room."

"Uh, Jeff," Lucas said. "Jeff Burke."

Turning, Dr. Waxflatter left, and Lucas stood there in his underwear, confused as hell. A moment later, Waxflatter returned, Jeff at his heels.

"...and I just thought I'd give you an examination as well, Mr. Burke," Waxflatter was saying. "Besides, as you can see, Mr. Baca is very nervous and could use the moral support."

"Sure, I--Whoa!" Jeff said, seeing Lucas in his boxers. The orca's expression of worry and confusion mirrored the rabbit's.

Dr. Waxflatter shut the door firmly, then turned and seized the bottom of Jeff's shirt and before the orca knew what was happening it was being lifted up and off his head. His big tail lashed a bit but the doctor stood astride it and held it firmly with his thighs. As it wiggled between his legs, the alligator gave a low little moan that made both Jeff and Lucas suddenly blush at the unexpected turn this doctor's appointment was taking!

Waxflatter's green hands slid slowly down Jeff's chest in a sensual carress. The ticklish orca uttered a few giggles at this. "A wonderfully healthy physique you have, Mr. Burke," he said softly, and the orca blushed furiously and continued giggling. "And ticklish, too, I see. Now, let's get these pants off of you."

"Uh, Lucas, why is your doctor coming on to me?" Jeff whined between his giggles, which had begun to taper off.

"Sshhh," Waxflatter shushed him gently before Lucas could answer, and then he deftly unzipped the orca's pants and began pushing them over his hips and down his legs, exposing Jeff's tight white briefs, the front of which, to Jeff's severe embarrassment, was tenting slightly with a burgeoning erection.

Once the pants were off, Waxflatter threw them and Jeff's shirt over to lie with Lucas' and then put the earpieces of his stethoscope into his ear holes and snuggled up close behind the orca and wrapped his arms around him, laying his chin against his shoulder. Jeff shivered as he felt the cold stethoscope placed against his chest, over his heart.

"Take a deep breath," Dr. Waxflatter urged. Jeff did so. His heart was of course fluttering like mad. "Heart rate is good. A little fast, but good." He was talking in a husky whisper that Lucas could barely hear from a couple of feet away.

He next moved the stethoscope lower onto the orca's belly, listening to gentle sloshes and gurgles coming from within. He smiled, apparently finding the noise soothing. Jeff could feel the doctor's erect cock, contained in his brown dress pants, poking against the small of his back. This, combined with Waxflatter's low, soothing voice, made the orca achieve a full-on stiffy, the front of the white briefs bulging out, the obvious outline of an orca cock straining through the fabric. Taking note of this development, Waxflatter slid one hand down to grope and gently squeeze the bulge, eliciting a pleasured but distressed grunt from Jeff.

"Mm, oh my," said Dr. Waxflatter. "It seems, Mr. Burke, that you have a very normal, functioning, healthy sex drive, and some impressive equipment, too, I might add." Another firm squeeze was given. Another grunt from the orca. "Nice and thick penis. Round and firm balls."

"Uh, guh, th-thank you, Doctor," Jeff managed to stammer. He was shaking like a leaf.

"Turn your head and cough."

Jeff complied, turning his head to one side and coughing a few times. Waxflatter frowned in what seemed like deep concentration as he firmly held the orca's balls through his briefs, but then smiled and nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Still standing nearby, Lucas was watching the doctor molesting his friend with eyes so wide they seemed like they would swallow his entire head whole and make it turn inside out. He wanted to ask him to stop, but the moans coming from Jeff were strangely alluring. The rabbit felt the tingle of his erection returning. Waxflatter grinned over at him and Lucas swallowed a lump in his throat. The doctor's eyes moved down, and, confused, Lucas also looked down, at himself, and gave a little cry as he saw the huge tent his erect cock had pitched in his boxers. Tears welled up in his eyes and he hastily covered it with his hands, shoving it down.

Seeing the rabbit crying made Waxflatter frown a little. After giving few more little strokes and gropes over the orca's concealed erection, he kissed his neck and then moved out from behind him. As he did so, Lucas could see the doctor's own tented pants. The doctor walked over to him, loosening his blue necktie as he went, leaving Jeff standing there panting and blushing hotly.

"Don't cry," Waxflatter cooed softly. He took out an embroidered handkerchief and dabbed gently at Lucas' cheeks, drying away his years. He pocketed it once more and then his hands went down to take Lucas by his wrists. He then chuckled softly. "And don't hide this. Don't be ashamed of this. Besides, I need to examine it."

Lucas' hands were moved aside and his tented erection sprang up into view immediately, and despite himself the rabbit actually laughed at that. The alligator did as well, and nuzzled at his cheek before guiding him to back up. His butt bumped against the edge of he examination table.

"Up," Waxflatter urged softly.

The rabbit complied, and sat on the edge of the green-cushioned table, and then the doctor was upon him. His reptilian lips met Lucas' mammalian ones in a gentle kiss, and they both closed their eyes, Lucas leaning back, and Waxflatter leaning forward into him. The rabbit gave a soft little groan as he felt the doctor's hands touching his chest and moving down over his slightly pudgy tummy, their lips parting. Fresh giggles burst forth from the rabbit in response to this, Lucas wiggling around on the table and laughing. Noting that like his friend he was quite ticklish, Waxflatter grinned evilly took a moment to playfully continue tickling over that cute stomach, until Lucas was crying with laughter.

"Laughter, as they say, is the best medicine, Mr. Baca," Waxflatter said, his playfully wicked grin turning warm and friendly again. He chuckled and stopped the tickle torture, and simply rubbed over the belly as Lucas' laughter slowly died down and his breathing returned to normal. "Mmm, some exercise may be in order for this, Mr. Baca," he said. "Or not. As I said, it's not unhealthy. And it looks cute on you." He kissed Lucas on the lips again.

Waxflatter's fingers slid over the waistline of Lucas' boxers, teasingly pulling at the elastic before he slipped one hand inside, making the rabbit give a soft cry of pleasure as he felt the warm green hands of the alligator doctor upon his achingly hard member. Clawed fingertips deftly slid over the thick shaft and the engorged head, before travelling down to cup and fondle the balls. The stethoscope was placed against Lucas' chest with the hand not currently stuffed into the rabbit's boxers as he listened to his heartbeat.

"Mmm, much like your friend over there, quite good, nice, firm shaft and firm, healthy testicles," Waxflatter observed, practically whispering into Lucas' ear as he said this. "Quick but healthy heart rate, as well."

Lucas' only reply was a confused whimper. As with Jeff he now moved the stethoscope lower over the tummy and smiled softly as he listened to the noises emanating from within. He nodded and seemed to be satisfied with this.

"All right, now, turn your head and cough, please," the alligator requested, still cupping the rabbit's balls firmly. Lucas obeyed, turning away and coughing a little bit. The doctor smiled and nodded. "Good. Very good."

And then just as quickly as it had entered, Waxflatter's hand withdrew from the boxers, the elastic snapping gently back against Lucas' tummy again. A third and final kiss was given to the rabbit, this time on the forehead as he turned his head back to face Waxflatter, and then the alligator went to the sink. He took off the stethoscope and set it aside and washed his hands. Like Jeff, Lucas sat there, panting and feeling a bit mystified. Waxflatter dried his hands off and then picked up his clipboard again and jotted down several notes neither of them could see, smiling serenely the entire time.

"Well, I think that went well," he said. He tucked the clipboard under one arm and returned the pen to his pocket, and took a moment to re-tighten and adjust his tie. "You're both fit and healthy and have very excellent male attributes."

Lucas blinked, looking from the doctor over to the equally stupefied Jeff. They stared at one another for a moment before Dr. Waxflatter clapped his hand on Lucas' shoulder in a friendly gesture, making him jump.

"Oooh, sorry if I startled you," he said apologetically. "Anyway, come see me in three weeks. I'd like to perform some more thorough physical examinations. Get dressed and make an appointment with Kathy at the front desk." He smirked at Jeff. "You too, Mr. Burke. And get something to eat, you two. Your stomachs sounded awfully empty. Anyway, nice meeting you. Both of you."

And with that, he turned and left, leaving the examination room door wide open. After standing there for a moment in a state of utter confusion, Jeff used his heel to nudge it shut, and he and Lucas both relaxed now that they were alone and in privacy. Neither spoke. They recovered their composure and waited for their raging erections to go down. When they did, Lucas hopped off the table, grabbed his clothes and threw Jeff his. The two of them began dressing.

"Dude, what just happened?" Jeff asked finally, his voice a low whisper.

"I... well, my new doctor just molested us, I think," said the rabbit. He too was keeping his voice down.

"What do we do?" the orca asked timidly.

Lucas mulled it over for a moment. The experience had been unfamiliar and a little scary, but not entirely unpleasant. Even at that thought he blushed and felt his pants tighten a little, but managed to rein in his arousal. He rather liked Dr. Waxflatter. His advances had been unwanted, certainly, but the alligator had a gentle, confident way about him that made Lucas kind of want to see him again. By the time they were finished dressing and his hand was on the door handle to open it, Lucas' mind was made up.

"What do we do?" Jeff repeated.

"We make another appointment like he said," came the rabbit's reply. He smiled sheepishly. "Both of us. And after that, we go to the mall. We still have some shopping left to do. Besides, I think my money's dry by now."

The End