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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 8: The Examination

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Roger slept surprisingly well, though when he woke up to find Harry looking at him from the doorway, he still ended up blushing. It didn’t matter what they had already done together; it still embarrassed him to have someone smirking at him like that. His morning wood pushing up against the sheet didn’t help, either. He shifted around a bit, trying to make it a little less obvious as the dark-furred horse kept staring down at him.

“Mmmph…are you trying to make my cheeks burst into flames?” he asked.

“Well, it’d be a sight to see,” Harry said with a chuckle. “But no. Jolene’s got some breakfast ready, if you want something more than the pizza.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Well, she wanted to. She’s just like that.”

“She’s…very generous. Particularly to someone that she doesn’t know that well just yet.”

“Well, she got to know you pretty intimately yesterday, heh.”

“Oh god…” He blushed, slowly sitting up and giving up on hiding his cock. “I hate to ask this, but, um…how did last night go?”

“You mean when she was comparing me to you?”

“…I wasn’t going to put it that way, but yes.”

“Heh, let’s just say that she was making me work, and work [i]hard.[/i] You made a damn good impression, Roger.”

That was what he was embarrassed about, if he was completely honest. The idea that he had been able to out-fuck a stallion that easily, and without even doing anything for the female in question, was enough to shoot his ego through the roof. But it wasn’t quite right. It felt like he had cheated to make that happen, and, well, he kinda had. Being human was giving him all sorts of advantages on this side of the wall.

He just wished that he knew why.

“So, you coming for breakfast?”

“In a minute,” he muttered.

“In a minute to deal with the morning wood, or in a minute to think? Because if the first…”

The horse smirked, flexing his crotch muscles and making his dick jump in his pants. Roger blushed worse, shaking his head.

“Just thinking. Promise.”

“Heh, if you change your mind.”

The dark-furred horse left the doorway, shutting it behind him. Roger waited for the sound of the clop-clop-clop of hooves to fade, and then flopped back on his bed. He stared at the ceiling, blushing as he imagined what it would be like to be under one of the Anthros for a change rather than being on top of them. That was…well, it was a sexy thought, and one that he hadn’t really thought of before the raccoon in the alley decided to try and push something.

But that had been rape, right? That had been a near-rape?

Or…just a bit of ‘not sure if want’ that had developed into something else?

Roger blushed as he imagined that particular encounter going differently, imagining what might have happened if André hadn’t shown up. The idea was sexy enough to make his cock throb all the harder for a moment, and the human flicked himself on the forehead.

“Stop it. You have enough going on. You don’t need to start imagining yourself as fuck-meat for some of the more…feral…people…”

He shivered a bit at that, putting it out of his head as he finally rolled his legs off to the side, dragging himself out of bed. It took a bit more effort than he thought, his cock rock hard and begging for attention, swinging around and throbbing up and down, but he managed to get it stuffed back in his pants after a few seconds. With that done, he walked back to the kitchen.

Jolene was dressed, thankfully, though in a shorter skirt than he’d seen her wearing so far. He could look right up the back from behind, just by bending down a bit to look under her tail. She…she wasn’t wearing panties.

The human blushed as he sat down at the table, trying to keep his head from spinning at the idea of both these horses flirting with him like this. He was barely able to take it from Harry. Now that they were both doing it, he was downright sure that his face was going to burst into flames from the flattering feeling.

She served up some eggs, and then some stewed carrots at the side for her and her husband. They sat down across from him, nibbling at the food, and he did his best not to stare at the pair of them. Every time he did, he found himself imagining them naked, and that wasn’t helping his boner go down.

Eventually, Jolene said something.

“Are you going to be coming back here after your doctor’s appointment?”

“Um, don’t know,” he admitted. “I think that’s up to whatever André and the doctor find out.”

“Are you expecting anything bad?” Harry asked.

“Not as far as I know, but I think that they want to figure out why Anthros are having such a weird time with me.”

“Well, if they can figure that out, that’d be good, but still. It’s been fun not having quite so much control, sometimes.”

“Just sometimes?” Jolene teased her husband.

“Okay, maybe a bit more than that, but still.”

Roger shook his head, looking down at the eggs. He just hoped that there really was something that he could find out from the doctor. After all, he had been trying very hard to assimilate properly, and the idea that there might be something wrong with him to make it impossible was…well, it wasn’t a pleasant thought. He didn’t want to be sent back over the Wall to the human side of things, not when he had done this well and had this much fun so far. Yeah, it was freaky, but that didn’t mean it was any less good.

He finished his eggs about the time that there was a knock on the door. Getting to his feet instantly, he walked over and looked through the peephole. It was the cheetah, André. He opened the door, and the peacekeeper stepped inside.

“Sorry for the interruption, but it’s nearly time for the appointment,” the cheetah said.

“Oh, right. Then we, uh, we better get going, yes?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“See you later, Mr. Watford, Ms. Watford.”

He waved over his shoulder, then followed the cheetah into the hallway. Doing his best to not look as awkward as he felt, Roger followed at a brisk pace, keeping his head down and staring at the floor. André shook his head.

“What’s the matter?”

“Trying not to think of worst-case scenarios.”

“Are there that many in your mind?”

“Well, getting sent back across the Wall.”

“That is very unlikely,” the cheetah said. “We want this to work as much as your side does, and if you end up being ‘incurable’, then we’ll have to start testing everyone else. And if that happens, then the project is going to come to a complete halt. We’ll be looking at every possibility to make this work. You have my word on that.”

At least there was a little comfort to take from that. Roger nodded, trying to relax.

They left the apartment and went down the street in the cheetah’s car, weaving in and out of traffic. He looked straight ahead, trying not to look down, not wanting to be that guy to check to see if the cheetah had a boner from being beside him in the car. The closed windows were probably not helping with all the pheromones, he imagined, and he shivered as he imagined how he’d be trying to deal with them if he was alone.

The idea of André and the other Anthros being so irresistibly attracted to him just because he was a human was still sexy, but he was trying so hard not to let it be. They were decent people, and just because he had this weird biological advantage combined with a genetic lottery with them didn’t mean that he should be able to just…just…

Goddammit, he was getting hard again remembering that the cheetah had said that he had ruined barbs for the other guy, and remembering that rough tongue on his asshole. He shivered as he remembered that night in the hotel, how pleasurable it had been, how much they had all gotten into it. God, that had been amazing, and he would give a lot to try it again without guilt.

They drove along in silence, Roger lost in his memories, and André? It was never easy to tell what was on the cheetah’s mind, but he didn’t share it as they went along.

Soon, they pulled up to a hospital. The human blinked.

“Why a hospital?”

“Because you are a more serious case, and this way, we can keep you a bit more private,” André said as he got out of the car. “Besides, I’m pretty sure that you want a specialist.”

“You’re not wrong…”

They took the car to the back parking lot, getting out and taking the skybridge from the parking garage over to the main building. It was a very clean building compared to some of the other, older ones that he had seen on this side of the Wall, and he was glad to see that the Anthros were taking some of the cleaning procedures in hand.

The cheetah led him past the initial reception desk, taking him further towards the back of the hospital, towards the places where you couldn’t get in without either an appointment or clearance. It was clear that André was using the latter, and Roger wondered just how important this was that the cheetah was cheating the system to get him in.

Eventually, they reached the rooms where blood work and radiology were done, and a cougar doctor waited. The tan-furred feline looked at him with a raised eyebrow as he walked in, then turned to André.

“I was expecting something more…desirable from everything that you were telling me.”

“He’s a human, Thomas. That’s gonna be enough for some people,” André said. “We need to find out why.”

“So I see. Chemical analysis for his blood, his semen, and…sweat, you said.”

“Anything that might be carrying the scent out, yes,” the cheetah said. “Something big is going on with him, and our bosses all want to see him safe on this side of the Wall, while keeping us safe, too.”

“Yes, yes, I have the same orders as you,” the cougar said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. “Now, will you wait outside?”

“Just outside. Don’t do anything stupid, now.”

“I am a doctor of principle. I will not be making any mistakes.”

The cheetah walked out, leaving Roger alone with the grump cougar. He shifted from foot to foot as the cougar walked over and locked the door, trying not to feel a little intimidated as the cat looked back at him.

“Strip,” the doctor said.

“All the way, or…”

“We are eventually going to have to have a semen sample, so, yes, all the way.”

Roger nodded, pulling his shirt off and trying to reconcile the way that the cougar was staring at him compared to how the cheetahs had, or how the Watfords had. There was something different with this one, something closer to what the raccoon had been doing, yet different from that, too. This cougar didn’t seem to have the kind looks to him, but rather something that was more like a hunter’s stare.

He didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, and he tried to ignore it as best he could, putting it down to another of those Anthro things that he didn’t understand yet.

As he got his shirt off, then his shoes and socks, he hesitated. Even doing the best he could to ignore the hard stare, he couldn’t help but feel measured, looked down on. There was something about the cougar’s harshness that put him off, even though he was trying to think of it just as the cat being grumpy.

“I said everything, human.”

“My name’s Roger,” he muttered.

“I am aware. But you are a one-time patient, and I do not have to be nice.”

“I’m guessing you hate customer service, then.”

“More than you know. Everything, human.”

With a deep breath, he pulled his pants off, dragging his underwear down with them. The feeling of exposing his cock was bad enough after everything that had happened to him on this side of the Wall, but for the first time, he felt a bit nervous exposing his ass, too. That was something that was a bit weird and new for him, and he blushed as he felt the hot stare of the cougar on his backside.

The urge to show off a bit was almost irresistible, but he managed to contain it as he folded his clothes and put them off to the side. As he walked back to the exam table, the doctor followed his every movement, staring at his body from head to toe, occasionally taking notes. The cougar didn’t say anything until Roger sat down, and only then to order him to hold out his arm.

“We’ll start with the blood work, then move on to other sample collection,” the cougar said, his voice tight, restrained.

“Are you –”

“I am fine. You will do as you are told, [i]human.[/i]”

There was a clipped tone to the voice, something that told him that the cougar was anything but fine. But he wasn’t going to question it, not when there was a sharp needle in the feline’s hand.

He kept his arm extended as straight as he could, allowing the cougar to dab his arm with a bit of alcohol before jabbing the needle in. It was definitely harsher than usual, but the blood collection was as professional as could be asked for. There were a few moments when he swore that the doctor was fighting a smile as he worked the needle in, then out, but he tried to tell himself that he was imagining it.

“We’ll need to warm up a bit of your flesh to make for easier fluid collection,” the cougar said. “Any preference?”

“Is it just going to be a scrape?” Roger asked.

“Yes. When it’s warm enough, a little scrape along the skin to bring the droplets off.”

“Then let’s go with my feet. Probably easiest down there.”

“Yes, and likely a repository of various minerals that have made their way down,” the cougar agreed. “Lift your legs, then.”

It was hard not to feel like he was exposing his asshole at the same time as he pulled his legs up from the ground. Certainly, it seemed like the cougar was looking down at it. He blushed worse as he felt a couple of patches being pushed against the arches and balls of his feet, patches that started heating up rapidly.

“Nnngh. What is that?”

“A form of massage pad; it heats up for a time, relaxing the skin, and it warms it up enough that some sweat should start to form.”

“Mmmph…It’s definitely warm…”

“Are all humans as…perverted…as you?” the cougar asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re growing aroused.”

Roger blinked, looking down at his crotch. Just as he had feared, his cock was getting hard, starting to stiffen and roll up along his belly. His cheeks burned at the sight, and he shook his head, trying to play it off.

“What? That? No, no, that’s…that’s not arousal, that just happens sometimes.”

“Males have at least a semblance of arousal when they are getting stiff down there,” the cougar said. “Unless human biology is completely different to our own in that respect.”

“…Okay, maybe a little aroused.”

“I imagine that it is because of your shame, and turning your shame into something that you enjoy so that you can feel some control over the situation.”

“What?”

“You are embarrassed, and to feel less embarrassed, you are converting humiliation into pleasure.”

“…Are you a psychiatrist?”

“Amateur. At any rate, I believe the pads are done.”

RIIIIP!

Roger hissed at the sudden removal of the heating pads on the bottom of his feet. It was like having duct tape ripped off one’s mouth, leaving that stinging, sensitive feeling behind. Before he could drop his feet, the cougar grabbed his ankles, holding them up and staring at his soles.

“You react quickly to heat. I’m surprised; I would have imagined that a lack of fur would have allowed a greater cooling system for your anatomy.”

“Mmmph. It’s not that efficient,” he muttered.

“Apparently. At any rate.”

Scratch, scratch. A hard piece of plastic dragged along the bottom of his foot, flicking the sweat on them into some sort of vial that was then placed to the side. Roger shivered, feeling oddly confused and…oddly aroused at the feeling of having his stuff harvested that way. It felt oddly flattering in a way, oddly sexy that someone would want to harvest things from him like that.

However, that was nothing compared to when the doctor shoved him back on the exam table, forcing him to spread his legs.

“What are you doing?”

“The last part of the initial exam. Semen extraction.”

“Oh, uh, uh, I can do that myself.”

“You could, but it would be a minor amount. Medical knowledge suggests that it would be better to milk it out of you properly. And while I could do that with a finger…” Thomas smirked. “I believe that a bigger tool will be more suitable for putting a human in his place.”

“In…in his place?” Roger asked, his voice rising higher.

“You best remember that you are invited out here, human,” the cougar said, pulling off his lab coat, and then starting to work on his belt. “You have been…privileged, so far, in what you’ve been allowed to do. You have been given a good place to live, and you’ve been given license to do more or less as you will with the people that you’ve encountered so far, but make no mistake. You are still human, and that means that you are [i]weak.[/i]”

The cougar stepped forward, a throbbing, barbed cock slowly rising from his sheath as he rested his hands on Roger’s thighs, holding them apart as the slippery, surprisingly thick feline cock pressed against his ass. Roger panted softly as he felt the sheer presence of the cougar washing over him, pinning him down as much as those hands did. He tried to open his mouth and say something, anything, but all that came out was a soft mewl.

“Humans have no claws, no sharp fangs, no poison, no exceptional speed or other attributes compared to Anthros,” the cougar said, grinding back and forth, back and forth, each thrust pushing those barbs against Roger’s hole before pulling back. “Yet, every time that one of us sees you, it seems that there is a reaction. A reaction of lust.”

“Mmmph…you mean, like yours?” he panted, blushing. Why wasn’t he fighting this? Why was he going along with it?

“I am aware of my reaction. That awareness does not preclude being made to go along with it. You…must…be shown your place. If you believe that you are the apex species out here, you are wrong. You…you are a human…Less than the wild…”

Wild ones. Feral ones.

Roger panted as he felt that barbed cock drop down a bit further, rubbing over his pucker, ready to slide in at a moment’s notice. His cheeks burned as he felt the barbs scraping gently along his opening, his toes curling.

[i]Why can’t I fight?[/i] he thought to himself. [i]He’s going to just…I didn’t…[/i]

Yet, at the same time, there was something about this that felt almost right. He had gotten his pleasure from so many of the Anthros out there. It felt right, in a way, right to give in. He wanted to. He wanted to give in and offer himself to the bigger, better species out there. Roger wanted to –

The tip of that cock pressed against him again, and this time, it slowly slid in. The human gasped, feeling the raking, scratching feeling of the feline barbs along his inner walls, gasping and arching his back against the exam table.

“Feel that, human? That’s what it feels like when you’re under a real predator, a real member of the apex species,” the cougar doctor whispered, almost bending him in half as the doctor leaned forward. “You’re going to cum from a cat cock inside of you. My barbs are going to make you blow your load, and you’re going to remember where you belong. Under us. Not us under you.”

There was something to the cougar’s controlled manner that made it all the more shiver-worthy as he said that. The raccoon had been wild, completely out of it, hungry for Roger’s ass back in the alley. This was something different. This was methodical, as if the cougar could still control himself to some degree, and was using his frenzy to teach a lesson.

A sudden thrust distracted Roger from his thoughts, making him gasp as he was filled to the brim with barbed cougar cock. He groaned, his legs pushed back almost to his head, his legs straining, his asshole burning from the harsh use it was getting.

Yet, for all that, his cock was throbbing harder than ever, begging for more attention, straining for touch and pleasure. He moaned under his breath, his eyes rolling back in his head as he savored the feeling of being fucked. The barbed cock slid in and out, in and out, and each thrust made him feel a little less afraid.

Maybe it was the soft musk in the air. Maybe it was the smell of the horny, angry cougar that was rutting him. Maybe he was having a pheromone reaction like the Anthros had had. Whatever it was, it worked to calm him down.

In and out, in and out that dick went, taking him further and further down. He moaned under his breath, his head rolling back, his eyes closing tight.

“You are a human. You are less than us. Less than me.”

In, out, in, out, those barbs hitting his prostate every time, making his cock jump and twitch, making his entire body shake. There was something intense about being on the bottom, about being used, and he shivered every time as he felt that exotic cock rubbing, teasing, raking across his inner walls.

The feeling of a feline cock was so…so intense, and he started to wonder what other cocks would feel like back there. Maybe…maybe he should ask André to –

“Nnngh!”

One good thrust, deep in his hole, and the cougar panted hard. He could feel the doctor getting close, and he was getting close, too. His hole was milking that big dick, trying to make it cum in him, and his cock, his cock was throbbing harder than ever. Precum pulsed over his belly, and he moaned as he arched his back.

“Are you close…human?” the doctor asked, seemingly straining to hold to his standards.

Roger nodded. The cougar groaned, reaching out with a vial that the human hadn’t seen up until that point. As it was placed just under the head of the human’s cock, the cougar picked up speed, and Roger gasped as he was filled to the brim again and again and again, that barbed cock hitting all his sensitive spots at once. He moaned, arching his back, huffing and puffing as his hole clenched down.

“Cum, human. Cum!”

The cougar rammed in one last time, and as Thomas growled over him, Roger came. He came as he was filled to the brim with cougar cum, and he filled the vial with a moan.

It was an entirely different feeling of orgasm compared to fucking someone or stroking his cock. If anything, he felt like it was forced from him, a pleasure that he wasn’t quite ready for hitting him like a freight train. He moaned, uncontrolled, panting, shivering as he was dominated by that big cat cock.

It throbbed in him, still, throbbing and twitching inside of him. He shivered as he felt it press against his prostate again and again, milking him of more and more seed.

Eventually, it was over, and Thomas pulled out of him. The cat looked at his ass, and Roger could feel that thick seed slowly rolling out of him, spilling past the looseness that he had down there now. He blushed heavily.

“Could I get a paper towel? Or something?” he asked.

“You should have brought your own. Human.”

“Mmmph. How was I supposed to know this would happen?”

“You are a human. If you’re not going to fuck, you will get fucked. Predators come for you, and prey flee from you.”

“…”

“Get dressed.”

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Roger shivered as he sat in a chair about an hour later, still feeling the cougar’s seed oozing out of his hole. He still couldn’t believe that he had let that happen, but it was a bit like when he was in the grip of the raccoon. There was something that just came over him, something that kind of wanted to be used. He didn’t know where it came from, but he hoped that it was just something pheromonal that could be countered over time.

If not, this was going to get real awkward, real fast.

André sat beside him at the desk as the doctor returned, holding a manilla folder. The cougar tossed it down, and the cheetah looked at it for a moment before looking back at the cougar.

“You are going to explain.”

“You can’t explain it to him?”

“It’s your job, Thomas. Do it.”

“Fine.”

The cougar sat down, spreading several pages over the table.

“In layman’s terms, your body produces pheromones that interact with Anthro receptors on a very deep level. We respond to it in two different ways: either we become hyper-submissive and eager, or we become hyper-aggressive and…well, aggressive,” he said. “It is highly dependent on species what reaction occurs, as well as some nurture tendencies that were involved before the changes.

“This is something that we can alter. There are medications that you can take that will reduce the amount that you put out, though it will never be entirely brought down to nothing. You will have to take them daily, and if you forget, then you will start producing at a whole new level for a while as your body compensates for the lack of suppressants in your system.”

“But it is possible to give him a chance at a normal life on our side of the Wall?” André asked.

“Theoretically, yes. The precise dosage and chemical cocktail of the drugs involved will have to be experimented with, but the possibility is there.”

“Then we’ll start with that as soon as possible.”

“Peacekeeper, that’s going to take at least a week to get a safe dosage put together for him to try. Even then, it will be another week before the drugs stabilize in his system enough for the pheromones to drop to a ‘safe’ level. As a doctor, I suggest a two-week isolation.”

Roger looked at André, and André looked back. They both knew that the resettlement couldn’t wait that long. Not when they were already having this sort of rocky start. If he dropped off the radar, then it would be as good as bad news.

“Do his pheromones have any long-term problems?” André asked.

“From what the tests say, no. If anything, the effects will diminish over time, though it is possible that there will be a long-term effect for anyone that stays with him for more than a week. It will be a low-level thing, however, more akin to…” The cougar hesitated. “For those that become more submissive, it will be akin to a crush that wants to do things for the one that they love, a low-level desperation. For the ones that are aggressive, it will be more akin to an obsession, similar to the urge to possess certain pieces of memorabilia from different fandoms, I suppose.”

Ándré nodded.

“That’s good enough for me. It should be safe enough provided he gets cycled between different people, then.”

“…Theoretically, again, yes.”

“Then we’ll do that until you have the prescription ready.”

“…You are indulging this human too much, André.”

“And you’re judging him too much, Thomas. Come on, Roger.”

The human stood up as the cheetah did, following him back out of the hospital and trying to understand what had just happened. He knew that there was a difficulty with the cougar, and he felt like there was definitely some anti-human feeling there, but…well, the way that the doctor had hate-fucked him, there was definitely something going on there, a feeling of the feline wanting to own him the way that humans owned other things in the past.

They reached the car, getting in. André drove them to a fast-food place, and they got a burger each. As they stopped in the parking lot to eat, Roger looked down at the cheetah’s lap. Definitely a boner there.

“André?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you mind telling me why you stood up for me back there?”

“With Thomas, you mean?”

Roger nodded.

“He’s always been a bit of a bastard,” the cheetah admitted. “But I’ve never seen him quite like that. I guess he has more wildness in him than he wants to admit, considering that he’s always tried to keep an air of superiority around him. As soon as you walked in and reminded him of that, he must have been fighting it with everything that he had.

“But that’s no excuse to try and have you quarantined. You are doing your best to handle this, and that means that we work with you, not against you.”

“Would quarantine have been that bad?”

“You’re thinking of self-quarantine. He would have had you in full military lockdown quarantine,” André said, shaking his head. “And that would have been very unpleasant.”

“…Yeah, I’d agree with that.”

“Anyway. Once we drop you off, I’m going to make a few calls. The Watfords get you for another few days, then we’re setting up a rotation so that you aren’t with anyone for too long. I’m sure that you don’t want to leave those long-term effects with them any more than I do.”

“God, no. They’re good people. I don’t want to mess with them.”

“Glad you see it the same way, Roger. Glad you see it the same way…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Roger is taken out for a medical exam, and the doctor ends up being a bit of an arrogant prick, with a prick to be arrogant about.

Tags: M/M, human, feline, cheetah, cougar, horse, stallion, morning wood, mare, erection, embarrassment, nudity, exam, doctor, series, human addiction, speciesism, anal, sweat, feet, foot fetish, cum, orgasm,