Jobs Well Done
Jobs Well Done
© 2007, Miss Bambi
The technician sat behind the desk in the clinic's waiting room, drumming his claws on the desk and waiting for the working day to begin. He glanced into the mirror which one of the receptionists had positioned on the corner of the desk, and straightened the lapels of his pristine white lab coat. The fox rather liked the way that the stark white of his uniform contrasted with the deep red of his fur, and he preened for a moment before returning to his impatient claw tapping. It seemed to him as if he was the only one on the entire staff who believed in arriving early to work. He often ended up having to sit at the front desk for the first thirty minutes of business hours until the lazy feline receptionist who worked the first shift sauntered in. It bothered him, because after all, he was being paid as the head collection technician, not as some air-headed secretary.
Just as he was thinking this last, the feline herself opened the office door and walked lightly into the room, pausing for a moment to fluff her head fur.
"Late again, I see, Felicia," The fox said, rising from the desk and gesturing for the cat to take his place.
"Yes, I'm sorry sir. My alarm clock didn't go off on time. There must be something wrong with it."
"Of course. Well, Felicia, I'd get that problem straightened out if I were you. You wouldn't want to get fired over something like that."
"No sir, of course I wouldn't," replied the cat, wrinkling her nose slightly at the technician."I'll make sure to have it seen to, sir."
"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to step back to my office and prepare for my patients. Buzz me when the first one is ready for his appointment."
"Yes Sir."
The technician walked to a door on the opposite wall of the waiting room, and stepped through it into a sterile white corridor. The fluorescent light shimmered off the white linoleum of the floor and the matte cream paint of the walls. The fox breathed deeply, relishing the clean, medical scents of disinfectant, rubber, and cleaning solution. When he reached the door at the end of the corridor, he unlocked it and then stepped inside. After he flipped the switch on the wall next to the door, a bank of bright fluorescent lights flickered into life overhead. They illuminated a small, neat office. A shelf of books, mostly medical texts and encyclopedias, stood against one wall. Against another sat a fine walnut desk, upon which stood a sleek silver computer, a pair of empty wire in/out trays, and a small, tinkling desktop fountain. Two padded leather chairs sat in one corner, and on a row of hooks near the door hung two spare lab coats, an expensive trench coat, and a leather case, out of which poked several manila file folders.
The technician walked over to his desk and sat down, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes for a moment before reaching down to open the lower desk drawer. From it he pulled several color-coded files in manila folders and spread them out in front of him. The fox sighed contentedly as he opened the first folder and began to flip through the papers inside. These were the details of his patients for the day, all laid out in the simple, well-organized fashion that he relished.
Patient number one was to be a dolphin. The fox grinned at the prospect and leafed through the remaining pages of the file. A twenty three year old male Atlantic Bottlenose Dolphin. Just the way he wanted to start his day. Dolphins were always easy, plus the fox had a special affection for them. There was just something about all that smooth, grey skin that made him particularly enjoy working with dolphins. The technician closed the dolphin's file and placed it back on top of the other folders. He didn't have time to go through every patient of the day right now. He would just gather his equipment and prepare for patient number one, the dolphin. The fox grinned again, and reached into the top drawer of the desk. After some rummaging, he pulled forth large plastic clipboard, attached to which was an expensive silver ball point pen.
He stood up and stepped out from behind his desk, tucking the stack of files and the clipboard underneath one arm before strolling out of his office door and into the pristine white corridor. He walked back towards the waiting room and took a moment to glance through the window in the door to see if any of the morning's patients had yet arrived. It was with some disappointment that he saw only empty padded seats, and end tables scattered with outdated magazines. It always seemed as though the first patients of the day were the most delayed in arriving.
It's not as though they're here to have something unpleasant done to them, thought the fox as he looked away from the window and continued his trek down the corridor. If it were me, I'd be here as soon as the clinic opened its doors. The technician smirked and ran his paws down over his lab coat in a self satisfied manner. Oh, how he loved his work.
He arrived in front of a non-descript white door set in the corridor. It was labeled with only a plain black "A" written in a bold capital. The door opened easily when he turned the handle, swinging to without a single creak. The technician flipped a switch on the wall, and a series of bright fluorescent bulbs flickered into brilliant life on the ceiling, illuminating every corner of the small room. The interior was done entirely in soothing shades of light green, which gradually got darker as the color rose from the pale sea foam of the floor to sylvan green of the rows of cabinets lining the walls. The only furniture in the room consisted of a large padded metal examination table against one wall, a spindly grey chair in one corner and a tall metal coat hanger positioned near the door. A sink lined with bottles of anti-bacterial soap and various types of lubricant stood beneath the cabinets on the west wall.
It looked like an examination room could be expected to look save for one strange difference. A large metal bar hung a little way from the ceiling by slender silver chains. It was operated by a dial located on the wall next to the light switch, and could be lowered and adjusted according to need and desire. It had been installed in the room on the fox's explicit instructions. He had found that some patients preferred to remain standing, but that they often required something with which to support themselves. The bar allowed them to do this, and it prevented any little mishaps which might occur if a patient were to get a bit too carried away. The fox rubbed the small of his back, grimacing as he remembered the walrus who had collapsed on top of him two years ago. It had been that particular incident which had given him the idea for this bar.
The technician toyed for a moment with the idea of lowering the bar in preparation for his first patient, but he decided against it. It could be rather intimidating to some patients to walk into the examination room and find a metal bar dangling from the ceiling. A few times in the past, the expressions on his patients' faces had made him feel as if they were expecting him to don black leather and begin binding them to the bar with iron chains. No, he would leave the bar up for now. If his patient wanted it, he could always lower it later. The fox surveyed the room for a moment, contemplating first the examination table and then the spindly chair in the corner. He wondered whether the dolphin would prefer to be seated, standing, or lying down. He scratched the fur of his chain, and then strode over to the examination table. The dolphin would most likely want to lie down, and it would really give him much better access to the belly if the patient was lying on his back. The technician pulled a length of white paper from the roll on the end of the table to cover the cold padding of its surface and then turned to the row of cabinets on the wall.
He opened the nearest one and pulled forth a small glass jar, setting it gently on the counter before pulling a pair of latex gloves from a box on a lower shelf. He set the gloves down beside the jar and then placed his clipboard and pen on the counter as well. Then he reached into the cabinet once more, getting out a large bottle of water-based lubricant. That done, he closed the cabinet and stepped back, ready to begin the day. Now if only his patient would show up. The fox went to the corner and sat down on the chair, tapping his foot impatiently on the linoleum. Perhaps they should start charging patients for lateness. Maybe that would make them arrive on time for their appointments.
Several minutes passed and then the intercom perched in the corner crackled on and Felicia's voice filtered out, "Doctor?"
"Yes Felicia?" The fox said tiredly, rubbing his eyes with one paw.
"Your first patient has arrived, the dolphin."
"Ah, excellent. Said him straight back please."
"Yes Doctor."
The technician hopped up from his seat, and strode over to the counter, picking up his clipboard and attaching the dolphin's file to it. He walked over to stand by the door, pasting a large, welcoming smile on his face. A moment later, the doorknob turned, and the first patient of the day shuffled into the room. The fox stepped back, ushering the dolphin inside and saying, "Hello sir. How are you today?"
"I'm doing very well thank you," said the dolphin in a soft, high voice.
"Wonderful. Would you like to take a seat for a moment before we get started? I need to go over a few things with you before we can begin."
"Ok," said the dolphin, stepping over to the chair and carefully sitting down.
The fox ran his eyes over the form and then said, "First, can you please verify that you are twenty-three years old."
"Yes, I was born on October thirteenth, nineteen eighty-four."
"Alright, and you are an Atlantic Bottlenose Dolphin, correct?"
"Yes."
"Very good. Now, I just need you to sign here and here." The fox pointed at one dotted line about halfway down the page of the top file and then to another at the bottom. "The first one is to show your consent for the procedure and the second is to relinquish ownership of the product from yourself to our clinic." The technician handed the clipboard over to the dolphin, who after a moment's hesitation signed both lines in a series of illegible, flowing scratches.
"Excellent. Now, sir, are you ready to begin the procedure?"
"Y-yes, I think so." The dolphin looked down at his feet. "To tell you the truth, I'm a bit nervous. This is my first time going to a clinic like this."
The fox had to stop himself from grinning. How wonderful! He loved dealing with the nervous little virgins. It was always so very satisfying to see them stumble out of the clinic afterwards with sweet, dreamy smiles on their faces. As often as not, he would see those former virgins again not two months later, eager to undergo the procedure once more.
"Well, sir," he said, making sure to keep his voice level and professional, "Let me assure you that you have nothing to worry about. We at this clinic pride ourselves on being the very best at providing our patients with comfortable, discreet, and most importantly enjoyable experiences. All of our technicians, of which I am the head, have been rigorously trained to meet our patients varied needs, so you can always be assured of a service tailored exactly to fit your specifications."
"Oh," said the dolphin, looking up at the fox, meeting his eyes and then looking quickly down again. "Well, that makes me feel a lot better. I think I'm ready to get this over and done with now."
The technician pressed his lips together to prevent a chuckle from escaping them. Get this over and done with. How naïve these little virgins were. He would see to it that this dolphin would be one of the patients who would put his name on the waiting list for a second appointment the moment he got out of the examination room doors. "Very well, sir," the fox said in his most professional voice. "What position would you prefer? We can accommodate virtually anything. However you feel the most comfortable will be perfect."
The dolphin looked around indecisively for a moment, his eyes flicking from the open area on the floor, to the examination table, to the chair on which he now sat. Finally, he said, "I think that I would like to be lying down, please." The fox smirked to himself. He had been right. Most dolphins enjoyed the lying position.
"Wonderful," the technician said, smiling brightly at his patient. "Will you please remove your clothes and then stretch out on the examination table in a way in which you feel the most comfortable?"
"Uh, sure," said the dolphin, rising from his seat. He pulled off first his t-shirt, revealing his light grey underbelly. Then he removed his pants and boxers until all of his smooth grey skin was visible beneath the fox's appraising eye. He saw that the dolphin's penis had not yet emerged from the genital sheath, and again, he had to repress a smile. The poor thing was trying to be modest. The dolphin went to the table and then jumped up slightly, sliding himself back before lying slowly down with his head cushioned on the small pillow which had been built into the table's padding. His hands slid down so that they lay somewhat awkwardly at his sides, and his legs were spread so that they dangled over either side of the table and his tail hung directly between them, flopping over the front edge.
"Very good, sir," said the fox encouragingly. "I just have one request. Could you please fold your hands and place them behind your head? Sometimes during the course of the procedure, patients get a little bit carried away and try to grab hold of the doctor if their hands are in position to do so."
"Oh, yes, of course." The dolphin did as he had been asked, lacing his fingers together and placing them behind his head.
"Then we're ready to begin. Let me just get my equipment ready." The technician went over to the counter and picked up the thin latex gloves which he had placed there. He pulled them on, relishing the tightness of the material and the small snaps which the bands made when he pulled them up to his wrists. The gloves compressed the fur on the fox's paws into a sort of cushion, which he had been told by patients made for a very pleasant sensation indeed. He took the glass jar and the bottle of lubricant in one paw and then walked over to the examination table where the dolphin lay, eyes closed, trembling slightly. The fox pressed a small green button on one of the table legs, and a long, flat tray popped out from the rim of the table. He set the jar and bottle down upon it and then turned back to the dolphin, whose body was so tense that it looked as if he was expecting the fox to begin hitting him.
"It's alright, sir, please just relax. Everything is going to be fine." The technician saw the dolphin take a single deep breath and then begin to relax his muscles until most of the tension was gone. He might as well begin.
Ever so gently, the fox rested both of his gloved paws on the creamy smoothness of the dolphin's belly, enjoying the way his patient jumped slightly at his touch. The poor thing's eyes were still tightly closed and his lips drawn into a tight line as though he expected something unpleasant to happen. Well, that would change in a few moments. The technician began running his paws up and down the dolphin's belly, caressing the smooth skin, and massaging the tense muscles until his patient's fixed expression had transformed into a small half-smile. Seeing that the dolphin had begun to truly relax, the fox worked his paws down towards the genital slit and began to circle it, stroking and kneading for several minutes, until with no little amount of satisfaction, he saw that the dolphin's belly had turned a deep, vibrant shade of pink.
"If you could please extend your penis now, sir, I will get down to business." The technician said, his paws still teasing the opening of the dolphin's slit.
"Wh-what?" asked the dolphin groggily, opening his eyes slowly, and trying to bring the fox into clearer focus.
"I had just asked, sir, if you could extend you penis for me. I need not tell you, I am sure, that as a dolphin, your erections are under voluntary control."
"Oh, yeah, um, sure," The dolphin's cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, but after a moment's hesitation, he furrowed his brow in concentration. A moment later, the dolphin's penis began to emerge from the genital slit, a great pink organ which was about twelve inches long, thick at the base, and which tapered to a narrow tip. It was curved and extremely rigid. The fox knew that a dolphin's penis had the ability to hold small objects, and that his patient could attempt to grasp at his fingers, but he didn't believe that he would have much of a problem with this one. This dolphin seemed to be a bit too shy to try something like that.
"Very good sir," said the technician, when the dolphin had extended his penis to its full length. "I just need a moment to apply some lubricant, and then we can proceed." He went over to the tray and uncapped the bottle of lubricant, squeezing a large dollop of the clear gel onto one glove and then rubbing his paws together to spread the liquid over his palms and fingers. The dolphin was eyeing him with some apprehension, and the fox saw that he had retracted his penis a bit in embarrassment at being so exposed. "Sir, could you please extend your penis to its full length? I need to have full access in order to do the procedure properly."
"Oh, yeah, sorry," said the dolphin somewhat sheepishly. There was a moment's pause and then his penis was extended to its full length once more.
"Thank you sir," said the technician. "Now, I'm going to begin stroking you. If at any time, what I am doing becomes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to let me know."
"Ok," said the dolphin softly.
Without any further ado, the fox wrapped one paw around the base of the dolphin's penis. He gave a gentle squeeze, and then slid his paw down the length of the penis, leaving a slippery trail of lubricant in his wake. When he reached the tip, he gave it a soft pinch and then slid his paw back down to the base. At the feeling of the technician's paw upon him, the dolphin's head lolled back onto the pillow, and his eyes closed in a dreamy expression of pleasure.
The fox began to move his paw steadily up and down the dolphin's penis, increasing his pace every half a dozen strokes until he was working the large, now vibrantly red organ to an almost feverish pace. The dolphin had begun to twitch his hips to the rhythm of the technician's strokes and, and he was releasing helpless clicks and squeaks of pleasure with every pass of the fox's paw. His belly had turned crimson, and his smooth grey brow was furrowed with longing.
"Are you ready to orgasm, sir?" The fox asked, working hard to keep the satisfaction out of his voice.
"Yes!" The dolphin hissed through clenched teeth. "Oh god, yes!"
"I am going to count to five, sir, and then I want you to climax. I will hold your penis in the proper direction. All you need do is allow yourself to orgasm."
"Ok."
The fox reached over and picked up the glass jar. Then he ceased his stroking long enough to position the dolphin's penis so that it pointed directly at the jar's opening. He held the jar about a foot away, because he knew that dolphins had incredibly powerful ejaculations. They had been recorded at over fourteen feet in the past. Then the fox began to move the paw encircling his patient's penis to a hectic rhythm that soon had the dolphin clicking deep in his throat and thrashing his hips so violently that the paper beneath him was ripped to shreds. The dolphin's underbelly went a red so deep that it was almost purple, and then suddenly, he was climaxing. At first he just lay there, his body frozen, and then he began to thrash his hips wildly, lifting himself clean off the examination table. The thick white semen spurted out in a long arch, and the technician adjusted the position of the jar slightly so that the white stream landed precisely in the center. The glass made a light, pleasant tinkling sound as the semen hit, reminding the fox of the sound of spring rain falling upon a window pane. After this first massive jet, the dolphin seemed to relax a little, but his hips continued to give spasmodic little jerks and he managed to deposit three more jets of semen into the jar before collapsing against the table, breathing heavily. When he had finished, the jar held about an inch of the patient's semen.
While the dolphin regained his breath, the technician discarded his gloves into a trashcan, and strode over to the cabinets. He opened up the nearest one and pulled out a white plastic lid and a white stick-on label, and screwing the lid onto the jar, he wrote: Tursiops truncates 11/20/07 on the label before pasting it onto the glass. That done, he set the jar on the counter and turned back to his patient, who was getting shakily to his feet and pulling on his clothes with trembling hands.
"Was everything satisfactory, sir?" The fox asked as the dolphin dressed.
"Gosh yes. More than satisfactory in fact. You really have a gift, Doctor."
"It's nice of you to say so, sir."
"Not at all. I really had no idea that this would be so...well, stimulating. I'll have to come back some time."
"I'll look forward to seeing you again then, sir."
"Likewise," replied the dolphin with a shy smile. He pulled his-t-shirt back over his head and went to the door. Opening it and stepping out into the hallway, he said, "Well, I have to be going. Thanks again Doctor for doing such a good job."
"My pleasure sir," the fox said with a sly grin, watching as his patient strode down the hallway and left through the door to the waiting room.
The technician waited a few minutes and then he opened the door of the examining room. He walked down the corridor until he could see through the window in the door to the waiting room. He saw a kangaroo sitting in one of the seats against the wall reading a magazine, and smiled. His next patient had arrived. He opened the door and stuck his head through.
"Excuse me, sir," he said, nodding his head towards the kangaroo. "I'm ready for you now, if you would like to follow me back to the examination room?"
The kangaroo hopped up from his chair at once, giving the technician a winning smile and hurrying towards the door. He hopped alongside the fox as they walked down the corridor, fairly radiating excitement from every pore. The technician smiled; this was someone who had been here before. As they entered the examination room, the technician asked, "So, is this your first visit to our clinic, Sir?"
"Oh no," replied the kangaroo. "I'm a regular. I come every month, like clockwork." He blushed and then gave a short laugh. "No pun intended."
The fox laughed, bustling over to the cabinet to pull out a fresh pair of gloves and a new collection jar. "Then you know the routine, Sir." He went to the counter and picked up the kangaroo's file, flipping to the back to find a fresh consent form. If you could just sign on the dotted lines, we can go ahead and get started. What position would you prefer?"
"I'm fine with standing, if that works for you," the kangaroo said. He took the pen in his mouth and used it to draw a two neat x's on the signature lines of the form. The fox nodded, taking the forms back and placing them on the counter.
"Standing is perfectly fine, Sir, but would you mind standing on a platform? It is much easier to work when I have everything at arm level."
"Sure, no problem."
The fox pulled a small black plastic block away from the wall and set in the middle of the room. The kangaroo hopped obediently on top of the block, and the technician smiled when he saw that the creature was already aroused. His penis jutted from between his powerful, brown-furred legs, red and curved, thick at the base and tapering to a narrow point at the tip. It was currently engorged and flushed scarlet with the Kangaroo's unabashed excitement. Shaking his head with amusement, the fox turned and went to the corner of the room, picking up a small folding table with one paw and setting it up next to his patient. He set the collection jar on the table and then retrieved the bottle of lubricant. He put on his gloves and then spread the clear, slippery gel over his paws before saying, "shall we begin?'
"Sure," the kangaroo replied, grinning.
The technician stood in front of the kangaroo for a moment, trying to decide the best way to approach him, and then he reached out one paw and circled it around the base of the kangaroo's penis. His patient gave a soft gasp, and as the fox began to explore the large organ, stroking it lightly with his paw, and feeling its weight, the kangaroo twitched and every so often gave a soft moan. The technician took note of those places which, when stimulated, made his patient give the greatest response. In his experience, it was always good to find out about these little areas; it made the patient's final climax so much more productive. The kangaroo seemed to enjoy it when the fox used one paw to gently squeeze his testicles while he used his other paw to stroke the engorged penis.
The fox began to do exactly that to a slow and steady rhythm, feeling the weight of the kangaroo's testicles in one paw, lifting them, squeezing them gently, letting them fall, and then repeating the motion over and over again. He was obviously almost bursting with semen; his testicles were large, engorged and very heavy in his paw. This could prove to be a very profitable collection. The technician matched the pace of the strokes of his paw to the tempo of his squeezes to the kangaroo's testicles, running his paw up and down the penis's turgid length until he had his patient gasping and thrusting his hips gently back and forth. The fox maintained this steady pace for several minutes, knowing by the kangaroo's agonized moans that the slowness was driving him nearly mad. He'll survive, the technician thought as he continued to stroke. After all, denial always made the final product so much more satisfying.
After several more minutes however, the fox finally took pity on his patient after the Kangaroo gave a particularly violent moan. He began to increase the pace of his strokes. A rather violent approach seemed to be called for here. The poor creature seemed as though he were about ready to explode in any case. It was possible that he had teased the kangaroo for a bit too long. Well, he would make up for it now. The fox began to work his paw up and down the kangaroo's penis as fast as he could. He felt the muscles in his arm creak as his paw went up and down, up and down, so fast that it was almost blurred. The kangaroo released one of the loud grunting roars particular to his kind, and began to thrash wildly, and would have fallen off of the block if he hadn't been able to use his thick tail to steady himself. His eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed barely able to control his own movements. He would climax any time now.
The fox took away the paw that he had been using to massage his patient's testicles, which were, if possible even heavier and bursting with semen than before, and reached for the collection jar. Still pumping his paw over the kangaroo's penis to that same hectic rhythm, the fox asked, "Are you ready to orgasm now, Sir?"
"Uh-huh," his patient moaned through clenched teeth, his eyes still tightly shut. "Just another few--ahh!" Thick white semen erupted from the end of the kangaroo's penis in great, explosive jet. The fox caught it expertly in the glass jar and continued to do as the kangaroo continued to orgasm, his semen leaving him in sporadic bursts, hitting the inside of the jar on all sides until every inch of glass was coated with white liquid. His patient grunted and roared as he spent himself, his strong legs pumping wildly and his eyes screwed tightly shut with ecstasy. As the climax went on and on, the kangaroo began to sway dangerously on his feet, and the fox was afraid that he would fall, but just then he gave one final explosive spurt, and slumped where he stood, panting wildly. The fox had counted seven bursts of semen, and he smiled to himself in satisfaction. It had been a very profitable collection indeed.
The technician stepped back and stripped off his gloves, disposing of them in the garbage can before taking the collection jar over to the counter. He glanced at his patient's file for a moment, then screwed a lid on the jar and labeled it: Macropus Rufus, before setting it carefully down next to his previous sample. When the fox turned around again, the kangaroo had hopped down from the block and was hopping up and down gently in place, his black eyes twinkling. "That was incredible, Doctor!" he cried, holding up a forepaw to the technician. The fox took it, and they shook paws. "Paws down, this has been my best visit to this clinic. I'll definitely have to request you for my next appointment."
"It's very nice of you to say so, Sir," the fox said, smiling warmly at his patient.
"Not at all," said the kangaroo, hopping towards the door. "Hopefully, I'll be seeing you in about a month."
"I'll look forward to it, Sir," The technician said, and then the kangaroo opened the door and hopped back down the corridor to the waiting room. The fox looked after him for a moment, and then chuckled softly to himself before closing the door to the examination room once more with a soft click. First the shy little dolphin and then that kangaroo. He had a feeling that the creature would have been ready to give a second sample, but unfortunately, double donations were against the rules. Patients had to wait a full thirty days before they were eligible to donate again. The technician chuckled again as he straightened up the examination room, pulling the block and folding table back against the wall, and pulling a fresh length of paper over the examination table after throwing away the torn sheet that had been beneath the dolphin. Some patients seemed to be stimulated by the setting alone, and that kangaroo had been one of them. It almost made the fox feel as if he were an unnecessary part of the operation. He smiled. Almost.
When the examination room had been returned to its previous immaculate condition, the fox turned to the stack of files on the counter and pulled out the third folder from the top. He flipped it open and then riffled through the pages. His next patient was due in ten minutes. He was a thirty-two year old palomino stallion. Hmm, a big one, almost eleven hundred pounds, and seventeen hands according to his records. The fox looked around the room, wondering which position the horse would prefer. Well, he wouldn't need to stand on the box, that was for certain. Perhaps he would like to lie on the table? The technician shook his head almost at once. No, no, most equines detested the lying position. He would want to be standing. The fox glanced at the patient's file again. He had donated two times before, so it was a relatively safe bet that he would not be overly intimidated if the technician lowered the support bar from the ceiling. He went to the wall and turned the small black dial. Immediately, the chains holding the bar began to unfold smoothly downward. The fox stopped them when they were about six feet off of the floor. He could adjust the height when he actually saw his patient.
The fox glanced at his watch. The horse was due any time now. He went back to the open file and glanced over it again just to be sure that he hadn't missed anything. He had almost reached the bottom of the page when his eye encountered something that he hadn't noticed before. There was a note in the left margin which had been scribbled by one of the other clinic technicians. It said, "Patient has difficulty achieving orgasm. Special treatment suggested." The fox grinned and the flipped the file closed. He always loved a challenge. "Special treatment suggested." Well, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He had dealt with difficult patients before. He opened one of the cabinet doors, and after some rummaging produced a pair of latex gloves. These were his special gloves, and they had never failed to elicit a satisfying response.
The intercom clicked on. "Doctor, your next patient has arrived," Felicia's voice said, sounding bored.
"Send him back please," replied the fox, going to the door of the examination room and opening it wide. A moment later, an incredibly tall and well muscled palomino stallion stepped out of the waiting room and began to walk purposefully towards him. "Come inside sir," the technician said, smiling warmly. "We just have to go through a few formalities before we begin the procedure."
"Of course," replied the stallion, ducking his head slightly so that he didn't bump it on the door frame as he walked into the examination room.
"Well sir, first of all, I'd like to thank you for choosing our clinic. It's always so rewarding to have a repeat customer."
"Oh, it's my pleasure," said the horse, "You all do very good work here."
"It's very nice of you to say so, sir," The technician said, beaming up at his patient. "As you have undergone the procedure before, I'm sure that you're familiar with the preliminaries." He went to the counter and retrieved the horse's file. "If you would just sign on the dotted lines, then we will be able to get started."
The horse did as he was asked, taking the pen that the technician offered in one large golden hand and signing the form with his neat, rather clipped signature. "Thank you sir," the technician said, taking the pen and form from the horse and setting them back on the counter. "Now," he said, turning back to the stallion. "Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes, I think so," said the horse, looking down at the fox with his grave dark eyes.
"Which position would you prefer? I took the liberty of lowering the support bar, but if you would prefer not to stand I can accommodate any other position very easily."
"No, standing is fine."
"Excellent. Is the bar at arm's length for you, Sir?"
"I think it needs to be up just a few more inches, Doctor, if it isn't too much trouble."
"No trouble at all, sir. Just a moment." The technician went over to the dial on the wall and turned it very slightly to the right. The bar jerked upwards several inches before going still once more. "Is that better, sir?"
"Perfect," said the horse, walking over to the bar and then hesitating. "Do you just want me to hold on to it?"
"Yes sir, if you would."
"Ok." The stallion reached up and grasped the bar firmly with both hands, stretching his muscular body to its limits and displaying his large golden sheath to the fox's view. There wasn't even a pin-point of the horse's penis visible through the tightly closed covering. This one really was going to be a challenge. The technician almost rubbed his paws together with anticipation. He had been getting rather bored with all of these easy cases. He went over to the counter and pulled on his special latex gloves, relishing the clean snaps of the wristbands as he pulled them on. He had had these gloves made especially for him at a store he had found on the internet. They were at least three times thicker than the generic latex glove, and rather than being smooth, these gloves were covered with small raised rubber dots from wrist to finger tip. He had been told that the sensations evoked by these dots were incredibly pleasurable.
The fox walked over to the wall, pulled out the folding table once more and set it up next to the horse before retrieving another collection jar and a bottle of lubricant and setting them on the table. Then he went to stand in front of the horse. Now, he thought, how would be the best way to go about this? The stallion wasn't even the least bit aroused yet. Well, that would soon change. He could go for prostrate stimulation, but the technician always disliked going in that direction. It felt like cheating somehow. He decided that he would begin arousal first by caressing the stallion's body and see where that got him.
The technician began to run his gloved paws up and down his patient's taut abdomen, making the horse jump when he felt the strange texture of the gloves. When the fox reached the solid pectorals, he began to brush his fingers back and forth across the stallion's nipples, and the horse gave a slight moan. The fox looked down and saw that there was still no activity between the stallion's legs. Giving the now turgid nipples a couple playful pinches, the fox moved his paws once more down his patient's abdomen, admiring afresh the utter rigidity of the muscles there. His paws crept down until they hovered just over the horse's crotch, and then without any further delay, he used them to cup the stallion's large testicles. The fox almost gasped when he felt their weight. They truly were enormous, even by horse standards, and heavier than even the technician had expected. They seemed to be filled to the brim with semen, semen which he had only to coax out.
The horse's breath caught and then whistled out in a sigh of pleasure as the fox began to massage those testicles, his paws working gently over the smooth flesh, delighting in the heavy globes and using them to help coax out the penis which he knew lurked just out of sight. After the initial surprise of the fox's paws the horse had relaxed into something of a stupor. His breathing was too regular, and his skin remained vacant of any flush. The technician thought for a moment. This stallion really was turning out to be a tricky one. Then an idea occurred to him. Perhaps his patient desired a firm hand, needed one in fact. He hadn't really noticed it before, but the way the horse had acted when he had come in, always polite and quiet, ready to listen to the fox's wishes, had been a clue. Perhaps this stallion was a more submissive type. It was worth a try in any case. This gentleness was getting him nowhere.
He suddenly gave the stallion's testicles a harder, almost painful squeeze, and the horse opened his eyes wide, jerked back from his lethargy. He gave a small surprised grunt, but said nothing. The technician, however, had caught a slight flicker of excitement in those somber brown eyes. He almost laughed out loud. He had found his patient's weakness; now it was time to milk it.
"Sir," the fox said, his voice low, but firm and commanding. "I want you to allow yourself to become aroused, right now. You have had more than enough preparation, and now it's time to let me do my job. Let yourself go this instant." The fox punctuated his words with a series of the not-quite-painful squeezes of the horse's testicles, and by the time he had finished, the flicker of excitement he had seen in the stallion's eyes had deepened to a glowing flame. And, as if by magic, a glimpse of horse's penis became visible, just peeking out from its sheath. "That's right, Sir," the fox coaxed, his voice still firm. "Release your penis." The technician crept one paw away from the stallion's testicles and moved it so that he could run his fingers over what he could reach of the horse's penis. The touch seemed to act on the stallion like electricity, for in one fluid movement, the entirety of the horse's penis slid neatly out of its sheath.
"Very good, Sir," The fox said, giving the stallion's testicles an approving gentle squeeze before, somewhat reluctantly, removing his paw from their warm weight. "Now I can really get started." The technician turned to the folding table and picked up the bottle of lubricant, spreading a thick layer over his gloves before returning once more to the horse, whose penis had retracted slightly back into its protective sheath.
"Oh no you don't, sir. It's time for me to do my job." The fox gently grasped the wide head of the stallion's penis and pulled gently, tugging it the rest of the way out of its sheath. The horse moaned and tossed his head, making his white mane flutter. Then the technician began to run his paws up and down the horse's enormous organ, using both of them so as to cover as much of the stallion's length as he could. The tiny bumps on his gloves slide and caressed the massive organ as the fox began to pump his paws up and down in a familiar steady rhythm. The stallion began to moan, and now unable to resist, started rocking his hips in time with the technician's motions. The fox smiled and began to speed up his strokes, every now and then twisting his wrist so that his paws made corkscrew motions over the rapidly flushing penis.
The technician increased his speed until he was almost panting with exertion, throwing his whole body into the job of stroking the stallion's enormous penis. Unable to resist, he removed one paw from the shaft to reach down and give the horse's testicles a firm squeeze, and this unexpectedly, sent the horse over the edge. He stiffened, all of his rocking ceasing in an instant, and a choked whinny escaped him. The technician took his paws from the stallion's penis, reaching hurriedly for the collection jar, and less than a second after he had moved it into position, the stallion began to orgasm. He bucked and writhed, and released a volley of whinnying gasps, almost knocking the jar from the fox's paws, but hot, white semen began to tinkle against the glass, showering in an almost fountain-like wave out of the end of the horse's penis and landing in the jar like rain. It lasted for almost a minute, with the horse gasping and shuddering the whole time in utter pleasure, producing nine gouts of the precious white liquid. His hips worked violently back and forth, seemingly no longer under voluntary control, and the stallion's entire body was flushed red with exertion before he finally came to a jerking shuddering finish. The fox waited a moment to make sure that the horse was well and truly finished and then looked down at the jar. It held a healthy measure of the white liquid, almost two inches in fact, although a good amount had splattered on the technician's gloves. Nonetheless, the collection had still been more than satisfactory. The fox loved horses; they were always so prolific.
The technician turned towards the counter and put a lid onto the collection jar. He then stripped off his sodden gloves and labeled the sample, setting it down neatly next to the others. When he turned around the horse had begun to recover himself. His penis still protruded from its sheath, but his breathing had slowed so that it was almost normal. As the fox watched, the horse's penis began to disappear back inside of his golden sheath and the horse released his iron hold on the support bar.
"Thank you very much, Doctor," he said quietly, giving his head a small shake. "I've never had an experience quite like that before. You have quite a gift."
"Thank you sir. I'm glad that you enjoyed your experience."
"I certainly did. Are you available for further appointments?"
"Yes Sir, you have only to give your name to the receptionist. Tell her that I said you are to be given one of my appointment slots."
"Thank you," The horse said, and with a final toss of his mane, he left the room and walked back down the corridor.
The fox listened until the clop of his patient's hooves on the hallway's linoleum had ceased, and then pulled a pen from the pocket of his lab coat. He flipped to the stallion's medical record and wrote another note in the margin, directly underneath that of the previous technician. It read: "Note: For best results, command the patient, do not request or coax." He smiled and closed the folder, setting it onto a stack with the others belonging to the patients that he had already seen. Then he turned to the last remaining folder and flipped it open. Just one more collection to go, and then his shift would be over. The fox scanned the patient information summary and found that he would be working with a canine, a Chocolate Labrador to be precise. That would make for a rather abrupt change from the sheer enormity of the stallion. Dogs were always so much more manageable than the bigger species. He flipped through the rest of the patient's papers and noticed that on this one too, one of the previous technicians had scribbled a note. "Patient is very quick to orgasm, creating problems with sample size."
The fox shut the folder and then opened one of the cabinets overhead. He rummaged for a moment and then produced a short canvas strap with coordinating pieces of Velcro on either end. He knew how to deal with patients who were a bit too quick to finish. His last job of the day might prove to be more fun than he had anticipated. As if his thoughts had summoned it, the intercom buzzed on, and Felicia's voice filtered out. "Doctor, your last patient is here. Are you ready for him?"
"Yes Felicia," the technician replied. "Send him back." The intercom clicked off and a few seconds later he heard the sound of claws clicking down the corridor. He opened the examination room door and ushered in a sleek, muscular canine with a gleaming brown coat and startlingly bright hazel eyes. "Welcome Sir," he said, as he closed the door and the patient plopped his hindquarters down on the floor.
"Thank you Doctor. It's nice to be back."
"Ah, I take it that you are a repeat customer?"
"Oh yeah. You guys are the best. You do really sterling work, you know? I went to a clinic downtown before I found you guys, and let me tell you, they didn't care a thing for their patients. You went in, they gave you a few quick strokes, collected their sample, and then sent you out the door. It's nothing like what you do here. You guys really pay attention to detail. You take your time, and I'm sure it makes a big difference in the quality of your samples."
He's a bit of a chatterbox, the fox thought to himself, smiling. Then he said, "Yes Sir, we believe that it does. We pride ourselves on being one of the best clinics around. We always try to put our patient's comfort and enjoyment first."
"Well, you really do an excellent job. I come here every month. I usually have another technician though, a raccoon. He always does a great job, but like I'm sure he's told you, I always seem to get off a bit too soon. I try to hold back, but just being here makes me so...well, let's just say that it's hard for me to keep control in this setting."
"I'm glad you mentioned that sir, because I think that I've found a solution for that particular problem."
The Labrador looked up, cocking his head interestedly. "Really? What is it?"
"It would probably be easier if I just showed you, sir." The technician went over to the counter and pulled out the patient's file. Flipping it to the consent form, he said, "Could you please sign on the dotted lines, Sir?" The dog nodded, and the technician handed him a pen, which he grasped carefully in his teeth. The fox held the paper still as the dog signed it with two shaky x's and then returned the file to the counter. "Now," the technician said, clapping his paws together smartly. "Would you like to get started, sir?"
"Sure. Where do you want me?"
"Wherever you are the most comfortable, Sir."
"I'm most comfortable wherever I can make things the easiest for you. Where should I go?"
The fox thought for a moment and then said, "If you could hop up on the examination table and lie on your back, that would be very helpful, sir."
"I'm already there," the dog replied, going towards the table at a brisk walk and then jumping on top of it in a single dexterous leap. He turned in a circle and then lay down on his back, his legs splayed and his forepaws folded in a perfect "begging" position.
"Thank you very much, Sir. Now, let me just get prepared, and then we can get started." The fox opened the cabinet and pulled out a fresh pair of rubber gloves, snapping them on before taking down a jar and lid. He set the lid on the counter, and grabbing both the jar and a bottle of lubricant, he went to the examination table, pressing the button on the side to release the holding shelf. He placed the jar on the shelf and squeezed some of the lubricant onto his palm before placing the bottle down beside it. The technician rubbed his paws together and saw with satisfaction that the dog's penis had already emerged fully from its sheath, red and glistening, with the knot at the end clearly visible. The fox walked over to the counter once more and picked up the thin strip of canvas before walking to stand in front of his patient's spread legs. He smiled when he looked down and saw the Labrador's tail was swishing back and forth in excitement, and then in one deft motion, he wrapped the canvas strip around the base of the dog's testicles, securing it with the Velcro.
The dog looked up in surprise. "What's that?" he asked, sounding puzzled.
"Its purpose is to keep you from orgasming, sir," the fox said as he weighed the dog's testicles in his paw. They were really quite large for a dog of such average size, and judging by their weight, they were filled to the bursting point with semen. The technician shook himself and then continued his explanation. "As long as this band is wrapped tightly around your testicles, you will be unable to achieve climax. This will allow me to create a better build-up, which will make for a much larger sample."
"Really? Wow, that's pretty cool." There was a pause. "So are we going to get started?"
"Yes sir," the fox said, smiling once more. He reached out one paw and wrapped it firmly around the knot at the base of the dog's penis, and used the other to give the organ's tip a small pinch. The dog stiffened immediately, and gave a growling moan of pleasure. Then the technician began to work, using both paws to stroke the canine's large red penis up and down, up and down, being careful not to neglect a single inch. The Labrador twisted on the thin paper of the table, a non-stop series of growls and whines emanating from his throat. Several times he jerked his hips as if on the brink of orgasm, but the canvas strapped fastened securely around his testicles, which had grown even more engorged under the fox's attentions, prevented him from climaxing.
The technician increased his pace, working his paws as fast as he could, making the dog writhe and buck on the table. Suddenly, he slowed, his paws barely crawling up to the tip of the penis and then inching back down towards the knot just as slowly. He didn't normally try tricks like this with a patient because he was never sure how they would respond to being teased, but this dog seemed playful enough to appreciate it. He was proven right when the Labrador gave another one of those almost-orgasm thrusts of his pelvis and growled deep in his throat. The fox gave just one more agonizingly slow pump, and then gradually increased his speed back to its previous breakneck intensity.
After several minutes, the dog began to pant, and the jerking in his hips had become almost constant. His penis and testicles seemed to be almost on the verge of exploding with semen. It was time. Still stroking the canine's penis with one paw, the fox used the other to reach down and pull off the canvas ring encircling the dog's testicles. He gave the swollen orbs a firm squeeze, and then reached for the collection jar. As if on cue, the dog began to orgasm. Semen exploded out from the end of his penis a thick white jet, hitting the bottom of the collection jar and immediately forming a milky pool on the glass. The dog gave a bark of pleasure and his hips jerked spasmodically as he emptied himself into the jar. His limbs quaked and his tongue lolled from his mouth as he produced first one then two, then three, then four, and then finally five jets of semen. When he had finished, he slumped back, his eyes half closed and his long pink tongue protruding out of the side of his mouth. The fox held the jar up to the light, eyeing the sample with approval. The dog had produced a nearly perfect amount of semen. Not too much, and not too little. He set the jar over on the counter and then removed his gloves, throwing them into the trash can before turning back to his patient, who was dazedly trying to sit up.
"Wow, Doctor," he said after a moment, looking up into the fox's face. "That was really something else. I didn't know that you could do that. You know, that thing with the ring. I always thought that was just a myth or something."
"Oh no, sir. As you can see, it works perfectly well."
"Yeah, it was amazing! I wanted to orgasm almost at once, but just when I was ready to explode, I felt that ring sort of squeezing me, like it was holding everything back. I might have to get one of those for myself."
"They are very beneficial when you would prefer to stretch things out a bit, sir. Using them can make for very satisfying orgasms."
"I'll definitely have to look for one. I don't think that I've come that hard in years, not since I was a pup."
"I'm glad to hear it, Sir."
The Labrador stood up, shook himself, and then jumped down from the table, landing gracefully on the floor. "Well thanks again, Doctor. You certainly have a gift. I'll have to make sure to schedule my next appointment with you."
"That's very kind of you, Sir. Just mention to the receptionist that I said to give you one of my appointments when you schedule your next visit."
"I'll do that." The dog walked to the door, and the technician opened it for him, watching as he tripped lightly down the corridor and barked at the waiting room door until it was opened for him. He gave the technician a final nod and then disappeared through the door, which clicked shut behind him.
The fox closed the examination room door and walked back towards the counter. He screwed the lid on the jar containing the dog's sample, and labeled it with the genus and species before setting it down next to the day's other samples. He looked at the jars, all standing together in a neat little row, all containing a precious sample of his patients' semen. He stepped back, eyeing the slight variations in color among the samples. The dolphin's had a very slight bluish tinge when it caught the light. The kangaroo's was thick, and the mellow color of the very richest cream. The stallion's had a very slight yellow tinge, almost the color of buttermilk. The dog's was eggshell white, and had a slightly stringy consistency.
The fox looked for a moment longer, smiling as he went over his patients' orgasms in his mind, and then he opened the far cabinet and pulled out a small plastic tray with high sides. The tray had been divided into compartments, and the technician carefully slid each of his samples into a separate slot. They would be sent off to the main collection facility at the heart of the city, and at the end of the day, it always gave the fox a bit of a pang to let them go. He had worked hard to procure them, after all. First making sure that all of the jars were secure, the fox put all of his patients' files into a neat pile and tucked them under one arm. Then he carefully lifted the tray, cradling it against his chest with one paw, and using the other to open the door out to the corridor. He walked back down the hall in the direction opposite of the waiting room until he came to a white door labeled simply "Samples." The technician reached into his pocket and produced a silver key on a chain, which he used to unlock the door before stepping inside.
He flipped the light switch, and the overhead fluorescents flickered into life, bringing to life a room lined with large white refrigeration units, each of which was labeled with a species. The fox set his tray down on a table in the middle of the room and then placed his samples in their respective refrigerators, marveling as he did so at the gleaming ranks of similar samples in their glass jars. When he had stored the last jar carefully away, he collected his now empty tray, turned out the light, and locked the door once more. He put the tray on a car standing against the wall outside the door, and then walked back down the corridor towards his office.
When he reached it, he opened the door, clicked on the slight and sat down gratefully behind his desk, throwing his patient's files into his out tray and relishing the padded leather comfort of his chair. It had been an eventful day; there could be no doubt about that. It was rare that he ever got so much diversity between species in a single shift. A marine mammal, a marsupial, an equine, and then a canine, all in one day. The technician shook his head slightly in wonder, and then turned to his computer. He typed in his password, and then pulled up the files for all of this week's upcoming appointments. He assigned each patient to a technician, trying not to give all of the favorites to himself, as he knew that type of thing tended to upset the other workers. He couldn't resist, however, assigning himself another dolphin on Wednesday. He also couldn't help giving himself a delightful timber wolf with whom he had worked on several occasions.
Suddenly, the small intercom on his desk beeped. The technician pressed a button and said, "Yes Felicia, what is it?"
"It's Dr. Henson, Sir," The cat said sounding rather distressed.
"What about him?"
"Well, he's just called me to say that he can't come in today. He was on his way to his car to come to work and he fell and broke his arm."
"Is it the arm he uses for work?'
"Yes, sir. He says that he's afraid he'll have to resign."
"Nonsense. You call him back and tell him that when he recovers, his job will be waiting for him."
"Yes sir, but what should we about the next shift? Dr. Henson was supposed to be your relief, and I've already called all of the other technicians. None of them can come in on such short notice."
"Don't worry about it Felicia. I don't mind taking a double shift."
The cat sounded relieved. "Oh, that's great news, sir. I was afraid that I was going to have to cancel all of the appointments for the rest of the day."
"Don't worry about that, Felicia. I'll take care of them. Will you please send back hard copies of all of the patients' files?"
"Yes sir, I'll send someone back with them right away. The next appointment is due to arrive in about ten minutes."
"Thank you Felicia." The fox pushed the intercom button once more and the connection went dead. A few minutes later, there was a knock on his door. The technician went to open it and came face to face with a handsome young badger, who he recognized as one of the miscellaneous orderlies who occasionally came to work at the clinic.
"Here are all the files, sir," the badger said, proffering a stack of manila folders to the fox with one paw.
"Thank you very much," The fox replied, taking the folders and tucking them under one arm. He smiled at the badger, and the orderly blushed and ducked his head shyly. The fox's smile widened. He wondered if he could convince the boy to give a sample some time.
"No problem Sir. I've got to get back now, though."
"Alright, run along." The badger did so, trotting along the corridor until the fox lost sight of him when he ducked into one of the rooms.
The fox went back to his desk and sat down, fanning the fresh stack of folders out in front of him as he did so. He looked at the color-coded labels, each representing a different species, a different individual, and he smiled. He really didn't mind working a double shift. In his opinion, this was the most rewarding job in the world.
The End
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