After Hours At The Vet

First let me say that I love my vet. I have three dogs, a cat and a guinea pig and he knows what to do for them all. He's gentle, compassionate and skilled with his hands. But we'll get to that more later...

One night I was browsing the personals on my phone when a headline caught my eye. "Looking for a human pup to pamper and play with," it said -- right up my alley. And when I clicked I got the real treat:

"Looking for well-behaved obedient pups to hone veterinary skills. Gender/sex not important. Come into my office for a complimentary first exam with a happy ending for all." That was it -- no images -- but I was hooked. I messaged right away.

A reply came back the next morning while I was watching TV with my husband. I squelched a noise of excitement and went into the bedroom. There was a short welcome message and a long questionnaire. "Preadmission paperwork," it said...

I won't reproduce the whole thing here. The first page was basic: just age, best way to reach you, etc. The second asked more about experience as a pup: how long you had been playing, your preferred play role, favorite treats. That was easy: 6 or 7 years; switchy, subby goody-two-shoes pup; chocolate. Did I own a crate? No. Was I routinely crated/confined at home? No. Did I eat or drink out of a bowl? Occasionally. Was I collared? Yes.

The next page got sexual, and I could feel myself getting a little wet. What were my favorite toys, favorite positions, what commands did I know, did I speak during sex? There was also a section for likes, dislikes, and hard and soft limits, and I filled these out with relish, although some trepidation. Was this a way to provide me the best experience possible, or some kind of compatibility test? I hesitated over some of my answers, but in the end I just told the truth. On the last page was a spot for emergency contact info. I'll admit that gave me pause, but some pups play rough, I guess. Besides, I reasoned, doctors must be reflexively predisposed to ask for it.

Halfway through the last sheet my husband came in to grab a T-shirt.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Oh... nothing." I didn't work to keep the playful tone out of my voice, but I also wasn't telling yet. We're both polya and I like to keep things just for me sometimes. He raised his eyebrows at me and left.

I sent the paperwork off and tried really, really hard not to check my messages. To work some of my energy off in the afternoon, I asked Luke -- that's my husband's name -- to play fetch with me in our farm pond. I lured him closer and closer to the end of the dock until wham! I pulled him in, dripping and grinning. When he was done spluttering, I swam into his arms and nuzzled up, then started kissing on him until I could feel his cock growing against me underwater... but that whole episode is another story, because although I didn't know it, there was a message waiting in my inbox and I was about to take my first trip to the vet.

I did let Luke and my other nesting partners know about my impending appointment, as a matter of courtesy, but I refused to share the details except for the address I'd be at. I was a little shy about it and I wasn't sure why. Plenty of time to dissect it later. (As long as I didn't get dissected on the operating table.) I laughed at myself over that, hopped on my bike and sped downhill to the "office."

The message had said that I could arrive in gear, but I wasn't about to bike through my own city with a pup hood on, so I found the parking lot in human form and coasted in.

I was shocked to find it was a real vet's office attached to a suburban home. Jesus Christ, that's a risk, I thought. No wonder the paperwork had been extensive. This could destroy a practice in a heartbeat. The parking lot was set away from the street behind some pretty shrubs and the entrance was similarly flanked with a little row of tall bushes. I locked my bike to the rack and took a breath for courage, then woofed softly to myself under my breath. I glanced around to make sure I wasn't visible from any of the windows.

Then I quickly grabbed my collar and tail from my bag, buckled my collar around my neck, and slipped my tail beneath my skirt, around my thong and into my pre-lubed ass with a little hiss. I applied my half-face pup mask and adjusted the strap. As a last touch I took out my leash and held the end in my own hand. Finally dropping into headspace, I did one last human thing: I knocked on the door tentatively and waited on two feet.

The door was opened moments later by a tall young man in a lab coat with a kind and open face. He smiled, showing brilliant teeth. "Come in, come in," he said. "I'm afraid I'm my own receptionist after hours. I'll have some consent forms for you to sign since it's your first visit. Please come up to the desk here. We can talk about the form and make sure you get the gist."

It was all fairly standard -- yellow, red, green, verbal discussion of limits beforehand, safewords/safe actions predetermined -- and I read it carefully before signing an X at the bottom. The vet asked if I was on any medications and I shook my head no. As a pup, I rarely talk, and I was grateful for the preadmission forms so I could be more fully me. The vet filed my consent form in a locked cabinet and took my leash to lead me back to a room. I dropped to my knees, gazing up in trust and, okay, a little adoration. He was very handsome, after all.

When we reached the room, he scooped me up like a baby and deposited me on the mat-covered table, then asked me to get onto my hands and knees. I stood there wagging my tail and he smiled at me. "All right, before we begin, I'm just going to go over your forms again quickly. If I've misunderstood anything, please indicate that. If I do anything today that makes you too uncomfortable, you can just let me know by tapping your paw three times on the table, if you're not able to verbalize. Got it?" I wagged a big wag with my tongue hanging out -- a very happy pup.

"All right. Then let me start by taking off your clothes so I can examine your skin." He had me sit up in a begging position to remove my shirt, then pulled down my skirt and thong and tossed them all on the counter. Soon his warm, strong hands were running down my back, touching every inch of skin, making me shiver. He cupped my butt in his hands and gently stroked the length of my tail back and forth like a cock. I pushed back against him with a whimper as the sensation made my ass ache for more, but he only laughed.

"Not yet, pup. We'll get there. Be patient."

I whined a little but subsided. Besides, he was already running his hands down my legs, firmly, massaging my sore calves. Then he took one foot in both hands and started rubbing the stress out. I almost melted onto the table right then.

He washed his hands in warm water before continuing back up on my underside, lingering at my labia but without delving. His hands roved over my belly and up to my breasts. He took one breast in both hands, massaging towards the nipple in a way that made me gasp. As he gently pinched my nipple he leaned in and kissed me between my shoulder blades. I sighed in pleasure. He attended to the other breast thoughtfully, then released both as I whimpered in protest. "No evidence of mastitis, sweet pup, but I'll reexamine them in a minute. First let me get a look at your teeth, please." He swept his hands up my throat and held my chin, using his penlight to examine my obediently open mouth. "Hmmmmm," he said, his left thumb gentle on my lower lip. I wanted to taste more of him and took it into my mouth to suck. His thoughtful noise turned into a soft moan as I worked my tongue and teeth over his thumb. "Hmmmmm.. mmmm... very good. Do you want a better bone to suck, pup?"

I shook my head no -- not yet -- and released his thumb, then sat up into begging position to whimper, stretching towards him.

"What do you want... hmmm..." His eyes narrowed as I gazed at his lips through the eyeholes of my pup mask.

"Well, this is a bit unusual, but you are an extremely good pup," he smiled, beckoning me closer to the end of the exam table. He gathered me into his arms and put his mouth to mine. It was exactly what I'd wanted. We kissed passionately, his lips sweet on mine, and I couldn't resist a nip as he pulled away.

"Don't bite," he said, mock-sternly, but he was still smiling. As I dropped back onto all fours, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed my hair, breathing in. Then he gently massaged around my ears, eliciting a deep sigh. He ran his fingers all through my hair checking for bumps and sore spots, but when he stopped I made a petulant noise at him, so he started through again. I leaned my head against the warm curve of his stomach, sighing my approval. He started to work on the muscles in my shoulders and I began to moan. "Tight little pup," he said, frowning. "Your human should be de-stressing you more often. I'll write a prescription for more playtime for you to take home."

I wagged my tail in approval and looked up into his face, getting on my knees again to beg for more kisses. He acquiesced with a small smile. As we kissed, he began playing with my butt, kneading enough to soothe the muscles, then stroking the skin, letting his fingers wander closer to my taint. I moaned into his mouth and pressed my body to his. I put my paws on his shoulders for support. I could feel his bulge through his lab coat, so I wriggled against him, urging him to continue the exam. I was rewarded as he turned slightly to snap on a pair of latex gloves, then began stroking my mound with a gentle hand.

Wanting to even the playing field, I used one paw to unzip his fly, then struggled with the button on his jeans. I finally managed it even with my clumsy paw and tugged his cock free so I could stroke it at my leisure. Now... how to tell him I wanted lube? I resorted to barking and pointing a paw at the counter, where I could see a big bottle of medical lubricant. He narrowed his eyes again, an expression I was quickly starting to treasure, then offered me gloves -- no. Tongue depressor? Definitely not. He got the lube on the third try and gave me a generous dollop to spread on his hardening shaft. I stroked him gently as he began to explore my vulva, but after a few minutes, he shook his head. "I'm going to need a closer look, pup," he told me. "Stop distracting me, I'm trying to keep you healthy. Please lie on your back so I can better examine you."

As I hmfed, but obediently began to lie down, he opened a lower cabinet and pulled out a pair of stirrups to attach to the table. How he explained those to his colleagues I will never know. He fit them in with a metallic click and had me settle my back paws into them, scootching my sore tail up to the edge of the table. I felt too human and very exposed, but as he began to rub my clit between his fingers, I slipped back into simple pleasure with a helpless whine. He examined it as he stroked it, then worked his way back along my labia with a doctor's eye. I squirmed and he finally obliged by running his fingers the whole length of my vulva and focusing on my clit again. Keeping his right hand busy on my clit, he moved his left down to my cunt and started examining the opening with his fingers. I pushed against him as well as I could and he slipped two inside me. At this point I was desperate to be finger fucked, so I moaned in annoyance as he methodically felt into my vagina, feeling the walls and working up to my cervix. His smile was a little wicked as he teased me. He knew exactly what I wanted, he was just taking his sweet time.

"Well, all's well inside, pup," he said cheerfully. Finally, he curved his fingers to find my g spot and began milking my cunt as his other hand pressed firm circles over my clit. I was moaning continuously now, open-mouthed, pressing against his hands and the stirrups as the base of my tail hit the table edge. One English word returned to mind: pleasepleasepleaseplease. Don't stop good dog don't stop ran together in my head. With a helpless moan I came hard into his gentle hands and he stilled them, then stripped his gloves to take my face in his hands. "Good pup," he told me, smiling. "Since you're already in the stirrups, let me check out one more thing."

I was still trembling from my orgasm, but I whimpered again as he turned to the cabinet and produced a large plastic dog bone. He stripped the packaging and rinsed it under the faucet. "I noticed you're a bit tight, pup, so let me start relaxing you." Now I whimpered in earnest, nervous about the size of the bone -- it was smaller than his cock, but his cock didn't have big knobs at the end! He searched my eyes for real reluctance and found nothing, so he shushed me gently as he applied the end to the opening of my cunt. "Here, I'll help this go easier for you," he said, and knelt down to take my cock in his mouth. As he sucked me, he levered the bone through my opening and into my cunt in one slow, gentle motion. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as the end of the bone hit my g spot and the shaft filled me up again. He had his lips firmly around my cock and I bucked against him as he brought me right to the edge of orgasm again. But instead of letting me come, he withdrew, leaving the bone in place and my tail dangling below the table as he stood.

He directed me again to stand on all fours, and I hastily complied, hoping to be fucked again in my very favorite position. I wasn't disappointed. He walked around to my butt, but before he could do anything, I looked around, moaned at him urgently and licked my lips while gazing at his cock. I just wanted a taste! He smiled at me and came back around to let me take his head into my mouth, tasting precum and lube. I licked his head and shaft and moaned appreciatively. I was happy to bob up and down just a couple of times, savoring the feeling, before withdrawing and wagging my tail at him: hurry up.

He removed the bone from my cunt with the same gentleness he'd used to apply it, but I still winced as the end came free. I pushed back against him so my tail plug pushed deeper into my ass. More words surfaced. Fuckmefuckme now. He grabbed a condom from his pocket and regloved -- hurry UP -- before finally thrusting into my waiting cunt. His fingers massaged my cock as he pushed his length into me, filling my cunt and stretching my ass as the plug was pushed too. He sped up as I moaned and growled for him. I started panting, pushing back into him hard and fast. I put one paw on top of his hand, pushing it hard into my cock as I started to come for the second time. As my cunt tightened around him I felt his cock begin to pulse and I moaned in satisfaction. I melted onto the table as he withdrew, with barely enough energy left to wag my tail for him. He smiled and pulled me close for a postcoital nuzzle. "Would you like to schedule a follow-up appointment?"