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The vet's door swung closed behind a large black male wolf and a smaller male tucked close behind him. The smaller figure, a skinny red fox wearing very modest and basic brown clothes, kept his eyes down and his tail between his legs. The leather collar around his neck looked stiff and unused.

The vet greeted the wolf with a smile of familiarity. "You seem to be in the habit of collecting strays lately!"

"Well, you know me, good deeds and all."

The vet smirked along his wolfish muzzle and turned his gaze to the fox.

"So what are we doing for your newest addition today?"

"Well, I only got him yesterday. He seems like a steal, but you know market salesmen - always exaggerating or just plain lying. Only one way to find out for sure."

"Right," nodded the vet, pulling on some latex gloves. "So you need a few tests. Well then, we'll start with the all-important one, shall we? Fox, come over here please." He pointed to the floor at the end of a raised metal table.

The fox put his ears back and glanced at the vet, then around the room uncertainly, but didn't move.

"Does he speak English?"

The black wolf shoved the fox forward with a large paw in the middle of his back. "Sure he does. He's just acting all overwhelmed and whatnot. I'll bring him out of his shell soon enough. But in the mean time, don't worry: he doesn't bite. Not unless he wants to keep his teeth that is," he laughed.

"I see," mused the vet as he took the fox's muzzle under the chin and moved his head to different angles under the strong lights of the vet office. "Well he's got a lovely pelt. Seems to be free of fleas. Clear eyes, no ear notches. Teeth look strong," he added, pushing the fox's lips up with his thumb. "Might need a bit of a dentist-clean, but happily that's not my job."

He let go of the muzzle in his paw and addressed the fox directly. "Undress please."

The fox looked back, muzzle partway open as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing, and made no move until a bark of "Undress!" from the black wolf sent his footclaws skittering against the floor in surprise. He followed the order, shedding his loose shorts and top to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood naked but for his collar, facing the vet, knees close and arms hugged to his chest.

This time the vet spoke directly to the black wolf. "We need him to lie down on the table, on his back."

The big wolf just folded his arms and leant back against the wall and waited, and sure enough the fox got the message, but not before a short staring match. Defeated, he climbed up, claws clicking against the steel as he shifted his butt to the middle and lay down flat, arms limp and out as if he were road-kill. He showed no reaction when a muzzle was tightened around his jaw, or when the light was turned on above him, nor did his ears flick at the noises on the tray next to him.

"You know the drill," said the vet, and passed the wolf a long cotton swab.

The big black wolf took it and pulled up his own tail, sliding the swab underneath through the hole in his clothes a little way. "One scent, check."

The vet took it back and sealed it into a marked bottle, which he slid into a rack next to other similar bottles. Then he grabbed a clean cloth and poured some solution on it, and pressed one paw down around the fox's sheath, pushing it back, while he rubbed the exposed flesh thoroughly. The sudden touch made the fox chuff through his muzzle and scrabble his hand claws on the table, but it was brief, and he calmed down to let the vet clean inside his sheath.

Cloth discarded, the wolf grabbed a long metal implement which was like a hollow tube, about 3 inches in diameter. He pushed down the fox's sheath again and pressed the tube over the fox's exposed member and firmly into his groin. A brief sucking noise followed by a click made the fox wince and squeak, thighs rising defensively.

The vet removed the tube to reveal a snug black band, connected to a thin wire trailing off to the side, sitting neatly behind his knot. The larger wolf came over to look.

"Ah, the device that does not lie!" he grinned, neither wolf in a particular hurry to let the sheath back up.

"Well technically, it's the results that do not lie." With that he let go of the fox's bits, then plugged the wire into a machine, the monitor on the nearby desk instantly refreshing with figures.

He tapped the "Save baseline" button and collected up his bottles, opening the first and pulling out a swab. Holding the fox's muzzle stationary, he pressed the cotton swab into the crease at the side of the fox's nose and wiped it about, causing the fox to fidget and close his eyes.

"There, let's see what he makes of that."

Both wolves looked at the monitor for about 20 seconds.

"Nothing at all?" asked the black wolf.

"Perfect. That was a blank swab. Now for sample 'A'."

Another swab was slid into the fox's nose, and rubbed about, making him squint again. After a short time, the figures climbed.

"What was that one?" asked the black wolf, glancing down at the fox's sheath to see it had indeed grown plumper, although not by much.

"I actually don't know yet. I'll match up all the scented swabs to their codes at the end of the test." He tapped the save button and wiped the scent out of the crease in the fox's nose with a neutralising solution. "Give him a minute. Get a coffee if you like, machine's just outside."

"Nah I'm good," he said, tapping his footpaw. "As long as you need. We're not in any hurry."

A short time later another test, and this time they didn't need to look at the screen to see the effect it had, the fox's tip sliding gradually out of his white-furred sheath and showing no signs of slowing.

"Seems like 'B' is his thing," said the black wolf. "That better not be vixens you're sniffing there fox."

The vet shook his head with a grin. "I wouldn't say things like that to him. It could influence the test."

The fox mumbled something through his muzzle - perhaps something rude, given his frown. It went unacknowledged as his knot continued to swell inside his sheath, stretching it tight.

Of the remaining 5 tests, there were two that gave positive (as the vet termed it) results, but none as strongly as the second test. The vet picked up his reference sheet and cleared his throat.

"So, vials 'C', 'D' and 'F' gave little result. Vials 'B', 'E' and 'G' were certainly positive. 'B' in particular. I can tell you now that the negatives were: Wolf, female; fox, female; lion, female."

The black wolf allowed himself a grin. "As advertised, one bona fide fag fox!"

"Vial 'E' was lion, male, and 'G' was - well, 'G' was you."

The wolf glanced down at the fox's crotch, knot still swollen from that particular swab. "I'll take that. And 'B' was?"

"Rather unexciting I'm afraid. It seems he likes boys of his own species the most. It's not an uncommon result."

The black wolf smirked. "Well I have some ideal companions for him in that case."

"Lucky boy. So," said the vet, clasping his paws together, "I usually do blood tests now but since he's still...interested, how about the sample first?"

The black wolf's ears perked high and his tail wagged slowly behind him. "Good idea. Can I do it?"

"Sure thing. I'll hold the collection vessel, just make sure you point him straight. And put on a pair of those gloves before you do anything."

By now the fox had propped himself up on his elbows and was looking between the two wolves, looking slightly confused.

"The lubricant is there," said the vet, pointing towards a bottle with a pump-top, before standing next to the fox and pressing his fingers down into his white chest fur. "Just lie back and put your paws behind your head, OK?"

The fox obeyed, if slowly, but his ears were a little bit more alert than they had been, staying up even when the vet used a scent swab in his nose again. This time, whatever it was was stronger than before, and his nostrils swelled out as he breathed the scent in, as intoxicating to him as it was inescapable.

The vet pulled his sheath down again and slid a thin metal tool under the tight band at the base of the fox's knot, then snipped it off, eliciting a sigh of relief from the fox as his knot instantly swelled outwards, his veins filling and protruding on the surface. As it gained form, the surface became shinier and redder, and the rest of his shaft filled out right to his narrow tip, which pointed out over his belly button and pulsed stiffly in time with his heartbeat.

"A shame for vixens everywhere," grinned the vet, as both wolves enjoyed the sight. "I've got the vessel here, so whenever you're ready."

The black wolf pumped some lube onto his large, latex-gloved paw and flexed it. "No rush," he said, as he slid his slippery paw under the fox's tip and stroked it down to his knot.

"Mm...mmmrrr," moaned the fox through his muzzle, pulling his knees up just enough to brace his footpaws against the steel. The black wolf pushed them down again. "Shhh, take it easy." He exchanged a smirk with the vet.

The fox's thighs quivered and he moaned again as the large wet paw surrounded the base of his knot and rubbed in a circular motion around it.

The wolf paused as he pumped some lube onto his other paw, then stroked the clear, thick stuff up along the top of the fox's aching dick, as his other paw held his knot firmly from underneath. The fox pulled his legs up again, spreading his toes against the steel and whimpering out in protest.

The wolf paused. "No fox! Stop complaining. And legs down. Now."

As his legs sank of their own accord, the exquisitely slow and rhythmic caresses along his shaft started again, the only thing he could now focus on apart from keeping quiet and staying still. The nerves in his body itched to move against the wet strokes roaming up and down his dick, and yet he didn't want to enjoy it, or give anyone the satisfaction of pleasuring him completely on their own terms. Certainly not this jerk. And yet - as his toes clenched tight from stray claw that stroked over the top of his knot in just such a way that it sent pleasure racing through his body - he knew it was pointless to fight. His nose was drenched in male fox musk, and dense as the scent was, it was fanned by occasional wafts of fresh male wolf excitement.

They'd even taken away his ability to lie about his orientation. And now he felt himself panting as warm surges of endorphins collected around his groin, making him bare his teeth into his muzzle. Don't give them the satisfaction. He resolved to stay as quiet and still as possible.

"He's about to come. Get ready," said the vet, holding the collection vessel around the fox's engorged tip.

The wolf's big, expert paws moved smoothly up and down his swollen shaft, leaving no area untended, hitting what he knew were the spots canids loved the most. All the while he aimed the fox's dripping tip directly into the vessel, watching eagerly for him to give up his load.

As much as the fox hated him right at that moment, the tingles of orgasm were already creeping into his veins. His knot tensed completely rigid and he felt hot cum pooling up deep inside him, squeezing up behind his knot and sending him to heaven for a long couple of seconds.

"Nawwrr!" he grunted as his seed shot out neatly into the vessel, heavy pump after heavy pump, tummy shuddering and hands clutching into fists beneath his head.

"There's a good boy!" grinned the black wolf, holding the fox dick tightly in his paws as it emptied long, milky strings of seed into the container. When the contractions had finished he held it still, massaging it gently to empty the last dregs out as the slender fox lay panting hard on the table.

The vet's nose twitched. "That's fine, plenty in fact." He sealed the vessel. "Could you clean him up while I take his blood?"

The vet took blood from the inert fox's arm as the black wolf cleaned him carefully and then leaned over the table to nuzzle his belly with his broad muzzle. The fox turned this head away with a frown.

"Alright fox, we're almost done," announced the vet. "Turn over onto your front."

The vet opened a packet while the fox complied, then rubbed a patch on the fox's butt with a sterile wipe. "Time for your shots. It might sting a little, but just relax and it will go easier."

The realisation registered on the fox's ears as they wilted.

"Come on fox, be a brave boy!" chuckled the wolf, resting a paw on his shoulder.

The fox lowered his head, only for it to jump up again sharply in unison with his tail as the first needle stabbed him in the butt.

"There we go. Just relax now."

The fox clasped his handpaws together as he got stabbed again, this one hurting more, and fighting back a whimper as he heard the third shot crinkling out of its packet, feeling only slightly better for the paw on his shoulder.

A grit of the teeth and another piercing sensation later, and it was over without a noise, the vet unhelpfully patting his sore butt firmly and announcing he was done.

"Thanks so much Jim," smiled the black wolf. "When do you think you'll have the results?"

"Give it about a week. In the mean time I would say feed him up a bit. He looks a touch underweight."

The black wolf nodded and patted the fox's ears. "Will do."

"But I doubt you have much to worry about," continued the vet, removing the fox's muzzle. "If you have any concerns, just bring him right back."

"Up you get, and put your clothes on. We're going home."

The black wolf clipped a leash onto the fox's collar when he'd finished dressing, and gave it a tug. "Well, thanks again."

"Pleasure. Good luck. Oh, does he have a name yet?"

The big wolf paused at the door, tapping his muzzle. "You know, I haven't thought about it yet. Do you have any ideas?"

"Tailraiser?"

"Ha-ha. I thought you might have been serious for a moment there. Thinking up n -"

"I...I have a name!" the fox interjected, fists balled by his sides, whiskers curled up in a snarl.

Two surprised sets of ears perked in his direction.

"Well," began the black wolf eventually. "What is it?"

"It's - it's Evert."

The wolf shrugged at the vet. "Name's Evert." He chinked at the fox's leash once more, and the vet's door swung closed behind them.