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Dustin blinked hard against the light. There were voices...

".....ear me? Hello? Can you hear me Dustin?"

Dustin grunted in reply as a blob hovering before him began to solidify.

He took stock of his situation. He was lying down. His head hurt. His leg felt funny, and there was someone leaning over him. There was a cap on their head. Dustin tried to sit up, and immediately yelped as a flash of pain shot up his leg right to his core.

"Careful!" The nurse-hatted-shape said, in a stern but caring female voice. She placed a paw on Dustin's chest, gently pushing him back down. "Don't try to move just yet!"

Dustin laid back and blinked some more, trying to will out the last of the blurriness from his vision.

"Do you remember what happened?" The nurse asked.

Dustin looked over at her. She was young. Her round ears framed her cap while her pointed muzzle had an expression of concern.

"You were in an accident."

"I was running..." Dustin furrowed his brow "...and then... there was a commotion and..."

"Someone hit you with a bike. They were out of control because of a stray dog, from what I understand. You cracked your head on a rock on the floor, and your leg..."

"My leg what?"

"You've broken it." The nurse finished, matter-of-factly. "Lower thigh, just above your knee. Good news is it's a nice clean fracture, and you're good and young. If you were going to have a fracture, this is the type you'd want! You'll go into surgery shortly to have it reset and then you'll have a cast for a few months. You'll be up and running again in no time!"

Dustin looked down his body. At his waist there was a tent-like structure holding a sheet up and away from his lower regions. It was only now that he noticed a distracting breeze...

"Where are my shorts?" Dustin asked, with more than a little twinge of urgency.

"Don't worry. They're safe. There's a little bag of your personal belongings that you can pick up when you're discharged".

"That's not what I'm worried about!" Dustin said, more urgently this time. Fighting the pain as he struggled up onto his elbows.

"Oh don't fret!" the mouse nurse said "You don't have anything we haven't seen before!"

"But..."

"Oh, hush. Don't go making a fuss. The doctor will be along soon to assess your leg and book you into surgery. Just lay back and try and relax.

Dustin thought about asking how, exactly, he should relax while his privates were on show, but the nurse's tone and expression made him think twice. At least the privacy curtain was pulled, so the only people he'd been exposed to was the nurse...

There was a swishing noise and the privacy curtain was pulled back.

"Wha!?"

Holding the curtain back was a tall equine woman, and crowding behind her was a gaggle of young girls.

Dustin's eyes grew large with fear.

"Okay girls. This is the kind of sight you'll have to get used to while nursing in this hospital. Mr. Bookson here broke his leg in a sporting accident." She picked up a chart hanging off Dustin's bed and held it up, displaying a set of x-ray photos. The girl's attention was torn between the x-rays on the board and the young deer's predicament. It appeared there was a clear winner.

"Excuse me!" Dustin finally found his voice. "What's.."

The horse-lady cut him off. "Oh, sorry Mr. Bookson! These girls are from Count Frederick Nesselroad-Mason College. They're all interested in nursing or caring as a profession, so we're giving them a bit of work experience. Gather round, girls!"

Before long, all Dustin could see was a group of girls looking down at something hidden from his own view by the sheet-frame at his waist. It was pretty clear from the angle of the girls' heads and the smirks on their faces that it wasn't his leg that was holding their attention.

As the nurse joined with the doctor to examine Dustin's chart, one of the girls, a very sly looking cat, glanced at her friends with a wicked-looking smile on her face. "Doctor?" She asked.

The doctor hummed in acknowledgement.

"Are there any... erm... protocols to do with... well... certain body functions that may be inappropriate?"

Dustin could do nothing but listen in horror.

The doctor glanced over, a confused expression on her face.

"Hypothetically speaking, that is. How would you deal with, say, an embarrassing physical response?"

The doctor finally twigged. "Oh! Well, such reactions are only normal. It's a measure of a care worker's professionalism that we do our best to treat such situations with a level of separation."

"I think I understand." The cat-girl said "Sometimes things happen naturally, and we can't help it if such things are inappropriate or rude. It's just what a body does in certain situations, right?"

"Right."

If there was any doubt in Dustin's mind as to what the girl was suggesting it was erased as he felt a tiny soft hand cup the velvety sack of his testicles. The fingers squeezed gently and the girl grinned, locking eyes with the prone defenceless deer. The other girls gasped and giggled as their friend's actions, but bit lips, tongues and fingers to keep silent.

Another hand gently lifted Dustin's limp penis, grasped it, and began to caress it.

"Hay! What are you..?" He started

"Mr. Bookson, I've told you before to stop making a fuss." The nurse stated, not diverting her attention from her conversation with the doctor.

"But!"

"Hush!"

Dustin could do nothing but close his eyes and look away. The pain in his leg forgotten, the ache in his head ignored. He was lying, nude form the waist down, with some young schoolgirl stranger fondling his most intimate parts. He grew hard in her soft hand.

The grip tightened and she began to stroke. It was all Dustin could do but prevent himself from lifting his hips up to match her ministrations. It didn't take long before he was at full mast. His pride, such as it was, displayed to a group of teenagers, all desperately trying to stifle gasps, giggles and squeals.

The doctor turned and replaced the clipboard. Quickly the cat dropped her grasp on Dustin's parts and scurried back into the gaggle of giggling girls.

"Now then." The doctor began "The fracture here is rather simple, just some manipulation under an aesthetic should put it in place for it to knit and... Oh."

She glanced at Dustin, who had looked up as the grip had left his being.

"Well, I see what you mean about those bodily relations, Kim. I must say that it is very inappropriate for someone to get into such a state around young women, but some people simply have no shame. I'm afraid, you do have to put up with such... Rudeness at times."

"But..." Dustin started, but the doctor silenced him with a glare.

"Nevertheless, as I said, an air of professionalism and decorum is called for, so please pay it no heed. This is a natural reaction for_some_ people."

And with that, they left.

The last to leave was the cat. She looked back. Winked, and made sure the privacy curtain was left open. It was going to be a long, long stay for Dustin.