For the Sake of
By pyrostinger
Andy © Aaron/PsychoRam
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I paused briefly in writing down my thoughts in order to answer the intercom. "Yes, Betsy?"
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I glanced at the clock and made note of the time. Punctuality is always something I liked, though I could understand if my clients were late. That was my job. "They're early. Give me five minutes, and then send them in, alright?"
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About five minutes later, I was done with my writing and my client entered the inner sanctum, as I like to call it, with his parents. They seemed to be a sort of average rabbit family. The mother, I was guessing to be in her late 40s, had a severe look to her, a little on the thin side for my tastes, with her black pants suit and a white shirt. It seemed to contrast with her cream colored fur, patches of brown over her nose, chin and ears. The father was more open, though he had a worried look on his face, flicking his mocha eyes around at the office. It seemed he either had a fear of doctor's offices or he didn't want to be here nearly as much as the mother. Perhaps he was a little worried as to what was going on. He wore a much more casual polo shirt in orange over his gray fur, with some black jeans. It was probably safe to guess that the mother had come straight from work. That and the appointment being scheduled yesterday told me that the parents thought they had an urgent problem on their hands.
The client, however, seemed completely at ease. He was either 17 or 18; going by what I'd learned when the appointment was made, and sported two stud earrings on the inside of each ear. He was only slightly taller at the ears than his mother and father, who were of minutely dissimilar heights. Nature had seen fit to give him a combination of his parents' features in an interesting way, getting a patch of darker fur from his mother (over his right eye), and the green eyes from his father. Dressed in a soccer uniform, he had an easy smile on his face as he looked at me, and then looked me up and down as I came around the desk to greet them. I did wonder about that... but decided not to get too far into the analyzing at this stage.
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I smiled indulgently. "Notes are a very useful way for me to organize my thoughts. I may be an elephant, but it's never a bad idea to keep notes. Now then, why don't you take your seats, Mr. and Mrs. Porter, and Andrew, could you wait outside?"
Andrew shrugged and walked out.
I sat down behind the desk, folding my fingers, and then looking between the two. "So, as I understand it, you have a problem with your son?"
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Mr. Porter placed a hand on her arm. "He's not sick, Dr. Way, we just think that he--"
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I leaned back in my chair. "Well, Mrs. Porter, if your son is either gay or bisexual, he might wish to purchase such objects."
Mrs. Porter leaned back, her nose twitching primly. "You mean my son--"
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Her ears shook, and then she regrouped. "Regardless, I see no reason why my son would be participating in an orgy_his teammates and maybe even his coach! This is _not
I glanced over to her husband as Mrs. Porter sat back into her chair with an air of triumph. "WebMD," said Mr. Porter, shrugging.
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Mr. Porter and I clearly saw the protest in Mrs. Porter's eyes, but he was quicker than I was. "Thank you Dr Way," he cut in, standing and taking his wife forcefully by the arm. "We'll be in touch. Come on, Pattie, let's not waste any more of the doctor's time."
They left about the same time as Andrew re-entered. He waved to his parents, but only his father gave him a hug. "We'll be back in an hour," he said, and then left.
I stood and went around my desk, gesturing with my arm to a more casual setting. "Why don't you and I take a seat over there, Andrew?"
He shrugged, and flopped into an armchair, which overlooked a small waterfall setup I had. I was very proud of that waterfall, as well as a number of statuettes and paintings that I had acquired over the years. It made for a very peaceful environment, and many of my clients agreed. After grabbing my notebook with my trunk, I joined him, sitting opposite him. "Usually I like to begin sessions with new clients by getting to know each other," I said, my fingers clasping in a relaxed manner. My trunk gently adjusted my glasses as I continued. "I'll start. My name is Dr. Gregory Way, but often my friends call me simply Greg or Grey. It's a college nickname. Speaking of college, I am an alumnus of Northeastern University, and I've had this practice for going on eight years now. In my spare time, I generally enjoy fishing, and playing cards. Now, why don't you tell me a little of yourself?"
Andrew sat up straighter, regarding me once more. I made a mental note of his seemingly visual nature. "Name's Andrew Porter, but most everybody calls me Andy, 'cept teachers on occasion. Uh... I go to Brigham High, and I'm in 11th
Due to the nature of the problem Mrs. Porter seemed to have with her son, I couldn't let that casual remark slide by. "If you don't mind my asking, Andy - is it alright if I call you Andy?" He nodded. "Alright, Andy, if you don't mind my asking, what do you mean by 'screw around'?"
The rabbit smirked at me. "I mean hang out." And then, as an afterthought, "And fuck."
As a psychiatrist, it's usually a good idea to not act surprised at whatever your clients say. Sometimes you run into the occasional client brought here that will attempt to manipulate the situation, saying things for shock value. As such, I thought it best to tread carefully from here on in. "So you and your friends do engage in sexual intercourse?" I asked.
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I inclined my head slightly. "Your mother is worried that you may be placing too much emphasis on sex at this point in your life, but that's not the reason you--"
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I took a moment to consider, eventually judging that it couldn't hurt. I steepled my fingers and went on. "Your mother expressed a concern--"
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" I got the result back from that test, I got one of my friends to tutor me in the subject so that crap doesn't happen again." He flopped back into the armchair, and then ran his tongue piercing over his teeth. "The one time I get caught with my pants down that wasn't on purpose, my mom thinks I'm crazy... buncha crap."
His use of the word aberration started a shift in my method of thinking. Still, I had to probe what I had. "This friend of yours... do--"
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I gently spread my paws in a shrug. "Some might call you impulsive, however."
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I paused. Andy was leaning forward in his chair with an interesting look in his eyes, his head slightly tilted to the side. Perhaps I should have taken note of this. "Well, Andy, while I do believe that your sexual proclivity is certainly above average, I don't think that this is the result of any kind of hormonal imbalance or mental disorder. In the short time that we've spent together, I find you to be an intelligent young man, and certainly attractive as you don't seem to lack for sexual partners."
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I knew that was very, very wrong for me to be kissing a patient, skilled though he may be, and I gently pushed Andy off of me with my trunk and my hands. Before I could speak, however, he did first. "Don't tell me you didn't like that," he said with a playful, perhaps arrogant smile.
I cleared my throat. "Regardless of whether or not I found that enjoyable, I think it's very inappropriate for us to be how we are right now, Andy." The rabbit had a finger on my chest, running it down the center of it and meandering around the buttons down to my belt. I removed his hand from me. "I'm still not sure if you have a problem," I continued.
He shook his head. "Don't have a problem, no... but you do." His other hand dodged under my arm and grabbed me. I jumped. I most definitely was not prepared for how hard both he and I found me. The situation went from bad to worse as he leaned forward, his eyes lidding as his hand stroked across my bulge. "And it looks like it's a big problem, at that."
Whatever happened now, it was imperative that I did not lose control of the situation, which was rapidly slipping from my grasp. I decided to ignore the hand on my crotch as I pushed him away again. "Andy, this behavior must stop."
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That was about when he licked my trunk.
For those who are not informed, elephant trunks have a lot of nerves in them, rendering them extremely tactile and sensitive. When Andy licked my trunk -- and he did it slowly, going from the bottom to the top -- Suffice it to say that I was feeling somewhat accomplished that only a small and immediately cut off moan came from me.
Grunting, I tugged the persistent rabbit from me, probably a little harder than absolutely necessary. Because of the directness of his approach, my mind was jumbled between the rational and the emotional. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, finally feeling a sort of calm reach me. "Now, while I apologize for treating you roughly, I really do believe you should desist from this behavior," I told him, opening my eyes.
Oh, god.