Chapter 13: Tests and Teases

The examination room was sterile with a sharpness that made Cass’s skin crawl. He sat on the edge of the padded table wearing one of those humiliating open-back hospital gowns, the thin fabric barely covering anything, the paper sheet crinkling and moving beneath him. His bare ass was exposed to the cool air, and he kept shifting uncomfortably, trying not to flash the entire room every time he moved.

Roan stood beside him like a silent guardian, one large paw resting on Cass’s shoulder. The wolf’s presence was the only thing keeping Cass from bolting. Bless that wolf and his paw.

Two anthro doctors entered, a sleek silver lynx with sharp green eyes and a tall, calm badger in a white coat. Cass was getting used to meeting new anthros since he joined the pack. And strangely most of them are performing medical procedures on him. They moved with professional efficiency, it seemed at least.

“Alright, Cass,” the lynx said, voice warm but clinical. “We’re going to start with some baseline samples. Mouth swab first.”

Cass opened his mouth obediently. The swab was quick and clinical. Then the badger drew blood from his arm with surprising gentleness for someone with such thick claws.

Roan squeezed his shoulder. “You’re doing good, pup. Just breathe.”

It was only a blood sample, a needle, not a big deal. But Cass will be damned if he’d ever stop Roan from talking to him in that caring protective way. He loved his wolf for that.

The lynx smiled. “Now we’d like to do a full physical exam to get a better sense of your baseline anatomy and potential. If you could lie back for us?”

Cass hesitated only a second before lying down on the table. The lynx gently untied the gown and pulled it completely open, uncovering him entirely. Cass’s face burned as the cool air hit his naked body, cock, balls, and everything on full display under the bright clinical lights. His dick was laying half hard across his balls. At least the denial did that for him. Normally he’d be at his most pathetic shrunken up state in a hospital setting.

The doctors’ paws moved with practiced care, but they were ... thorough. Very thorough.

The lynx started at his chest, paws pressing firmly over his heart and lungs, feeling every rib. The badger joined in, strong fingers palpating his abdomen, checking the healing claw wounds with gentle but lingering pressure. Then both sets of paws moved lower, because of course they did...

Cass’s breath hitched as the lynx cupped his balls, manipulating them slowly, weighing them, then pressing firmly into the scrotum to feel the pelvic area behind it, which felt necessary and clinical, Cass supposed. The badger’s paw wrapped around the base of Cass’s cock, squeezing hard enough to make the veins stand out, testing the root and the tissue underneath. Now he was almost positive they were going to far and lingering too long down there. Almost.