This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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"You settle down here on the table, sugar, I'll see that you're set right here. Just a standard physical today for you, is that right?"
Nurse Ivy's words rolled over Nick as he shifted his weight, his long, brown forelock falling over his eyes, though it was so dark that most mistook it for black. His coat was a typical bay otherwise, richly shaded, hooves black, though he perhaps should not have been as shy as he was with as much muscle as he boasted.
"Yeah. Thanks."
Some thought he was gruff, but Nick was not like that at all, hardly able to look at Nurse Ivy, a wolf that he had known for a couple of years, since he'd taken over his own medical care and appointment at eighteen. But that didn't mean that he was any more experienced in looking after himself, a university student who took out his frustrations in the gym.
Everyone had the wrong idea about him, or so it seemed, so Nick retreated further and further into himself. No one dug deep enough to find him in there anyway.
But Nurse Ivy did. A mature wolf with breasts that he could not help but flick his gaze over to, repeatedly, she smiled warmly at him, filling the silence with words. It didn't matter, per se, what those words were, only that they flowed over him, again and again, softening and easing the edges of what was happening, her asking him questions about his health, his medical history, getting a feel for the horse she was to take care of.
"Now... Any partners? Sexually active? I'm sure a handsome stallion like you has all the ladies after him!"
She giggled and bumped his shoulder playfully, her plump build enough to jostle him, though Nick was more enraptured by how her large breasts brushed up against his arm. Did Nurse Ivy know what she was doing? His head spun, grunting softly, taking in short, needy snatches of breath, though little did he know that it was all in the wolf's doing.
For Nurse Ivy had seen more than her fair share of young, inexperienced stallions, even if it had not been officially recorded that Nick was a virgin. He'd been asked before, of course, about his sexual activity, so that they could best care for him, but that did not mean that he had been truthful about it. They always assumed that there was a possibility of lying, yet she knew in her heart that he was not.