Check Up

You sit in the waiting room of a fertility clinic. It just so happens that today is your birthday. Although it was eighteen years ago you were born into the Anthrostate, today is the day your 'breed readiness' will be tested. You're already a man in the eyes of the Anthrostate, but without an Anthro to claim you, this is a necessary part of your placement process. Really, you're a bit nervous; you've never been that social or even left home much. A part of you regrets not taking your mother's advice to be more forward, but you can't regret that now.

The clinic waiting room is rather barren, as you'd expect, with white, sterile walls and a single TV that only plays cheesy romance movies, placed at an awkward angle for viewing. At the front desk.

In truth, your nervousness isn't entirely born of inexperience and worry, but rumor. Indeed, he had heard countless rumors about the 'true nature' of the examination, although–

"Anon?" The nurse at the front desk cuts off your thoughts. You walk up to her, and she smiles at you. "Here, your evaluator is ready; she'll be in room 4, the second on your right." She says, gesturing towards the entrance next to the front desk.

You follow her directions, entering the featureless hall before opening the door to room 4. Inside, you see her. The nurse is Jackal, she's just slightly taller than you (rather short for an Anthro, although you are rather tall for a man), and looks stronger too, although that isn't surprising. However, her slightly too-tight uniform that accentuates her breasts attracts your attention. "Hello, my name is Hannah, I'll be your nurse today." You smile at her as you enter, pretending you weren't ogling her breasts as you close the door. The sound of the lock clicking shut sends a shiver up your spine.

"Nervous?"

You admit to it, shaking your head as if it doesn't mean anything. She smiles at you. "Don't worry, most everyone is, and there's not really a way to fail. This is just so we can find out who you're compatible with."

"Besides, I can already tell you're a snack." You were never the most social, so whatever she means by that flies over your head. She giggles, although you don't know what she means. Despite that, what she said made your heart beat.

She turns to her computer, gesturing towards the doctor's table with a free hand. "Now, let me pull up your medical records, and we can begin. Undress and seat yourself at the table, please?"

You obey her command, taking off your shirt and pants before sitting down on the doctor's table as she enters something into the computer. Despite her distraction, you can't help but feel exposed. When she looks up, she frowns slightly. "I said undress, come on. Down to your underwear, mister," before typing something else in.

You freeze for a moment, painfully aware of your own arousal and Hannah's body; she said there's no way of failing, but you aren't sure if you can refuse. Maybe this is a part of the test, and she's gauging your reaction. It's impossible to know, and you quickly think in circles as Hannah types something out. Only when she casts a glance at you do you make your decision.

You're sure she's judging you now and quickly scrambles out of your underwear, casting it aside to your pile of clothes on the floor.

You do your best to ignore her as she approaches you with a clipboard in hand, her heels clacking against the floor. "You know, it's considered polite to fold your clothes instead of throwing them on the floor." Quickly, you correct yourself, grabbing your clothes and holding them messily. She sighs again, but she doesn't bid you to correct your mistake. The real anxiety-inducing thing is that she won't stop writing stuff down on her clipboard.

After that, it quickly turns into a routine physical, except for you being naked and semi-hard in front of a beautiful woman. Your height and weight are measured, and she asks pointed questions about your physical and mental health. You answer everything to your best ability; it's a good thing you never really slacked on taking care of yourself despite your lack of social skills.

"So, how often do you masturbate?" You stutter, unsure of how to respond."You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but it'll be taken into account for your assessment." She adds.

It's not so much that you didn't expect a question like this; rather, the answer is just very embarrassing. Even before you start speaking, she's writing again as you explain your schedule. You only masturbate every four days, you mark it on your calendar to be 100% sure.

"So, what day is today?"

Five, you blurt out. It's been five days.

"So..." She drags out the word, "Either you masturbated yesterday, or you held off on masturbating in anticipation of something?" You stutter, much to her amusement.

"Oh, are you still nervous? How about this?" Before you can interject, she's taken a step closer to you, her snout almost touching your face, and her hand is interlocked with yours. She presses closer, and you feel your heart skip a beat. "It's okay, even if you aren't matched with someone right away, I'm sure there's someone out there for you."

You ask how her match was, but she looks away from you, blushing and ashamed. "Sadly, I haven't been matched with anyone myself."

You try to speak, saying you're surprised someone as pretty as her wasn't matched, but she interrupts you before you can finish.

"Already twenty-five, yes." That isn't what you were going to say, really, with that dark look on her face, you think she's making a lot of unfair assumptions. Both about you and about people in general. Regardless, despite the dejected look on her face, she steps closer to you again. You step back, bumping into the doctor's table behind you as she reaches forward to put a hand on your shoulder.

"But for your assessment so far, I think you're a fit and able young man. Perhaps a bit disorganized in some areas, anxious, perhaps quick to panic, and unsure of yourself." You wilt under her assessment, you can't even object because she's not wrong, but hearing yourself described in some plain terms by such a pretty woman is–

"You know, I'm anxious as well. Everyone can be from time to time, especially if it's their first time." She leans forward, pushing her breasts against you as she whispers into your ear. "So, how about we do each other a favour. That way, neither of us will have to worry about being inexperienced. I've decided you're worthy of a hands-on assessment. Besides, anxious boys like you often get paired up with canines like me; just think of this as a trial run."

Before you can object, she presses her face against yours, forcing her tongue into your mouth as she kisses you. As the sight takes up your entire vision, all you can feel is her tongue in your mouth and the feeling of her fur against your bare skin. Her tongue is rough and wet, exploring every inch of your mouth as she slobbers on you.

She grabs one of your hands, forcing you to help her pry open her uniform. You can hear the fabric straining, and then buckling as her breasts spill out, and then the heat of her body, and the lace of her bra. A moment later, she forces your hand to her bare breast, and you feel her nipple, small and bead-like, underneath your palm. You squeeze down, and she jerks back, moaning as she separates from you with a wet smack of her lips.

You try to center yourself, but she's practically glowing, her golden eyes drawing you to her as she pushes a strand of hair away from her face. Her other hand traces down your body, causing your breath to quicken before she grabs onto your erect dick. "You're hard already, naughty boy."

You take a deep breath, trying to drink in the sight before you. Red, her lacy bra is red against the black of her fur. Gold, her eyes are a piercing gold, staring into your soul with an indescribable feeling. She smiles at you. "Aw, you really are nervous, let's help you get over that."

Before you know it, you're facing the ceiling, your back on the doctor's table. Hannah is on top of you __

She lowers herself down, and you rise to meet her. Her insides are wet, and warm, and velvety soft. You are barely holding yourself together, your breathing labored as she lowers herself onto you. "There we go." You nod in agreement. She is tight, so tight, you barely believe she can fit you inside of her.

You try to trust her, but one of her hands forces you back down. "Let's calm down, take this nice and slow." She lowers herself down, pressing her body against yours. Her fur is velvety soft, and you shudder as she presses her breasts against you. She rests her head next to yours, whispering into your ear. "See, this is what's nice about tall men, this position wouldn't work so well if I were taller." She grabs your face and forces you into another kiss, her tongue probing deeper into your mouth. When she lets go, you're breathless, and then, finally, she moves.

Up and down, her silken inside stroke your cock. You gasp and moan as her walls grip you. She's smiling; you can't see anything but her smile. She's wiggling, moving back and forth. Your whole body is twitching; every once in a while, carefully cultivated self-control goes to keeping yourself together.

Your legs dig into the doctor's table beneath you, and you wrap your hands around her, desperately exploring her body as she moves up and down your shaft. Modest breasts but not small breasts, an athletic body hidden beneath that black fur. Up and down, she rises and falls as her cunt grips you. Finally, you grab her ass, as if squeezing it harder will speed her up. "So handsy, aren't we?"

You nod, God, you're so helpless, you can't resist yourself. She's laughing, and all you can hear is the world melting away.

She rises again, sitting upright atop you. This is your chance, your cock throbs, and you thrust up desperately. You're about to burst and–

Then, she's free of you, pushing you down into the doctor's chair. You are painfully ready to burst as she sits atop you, the ceiling lights forming a halo behind her head. "Be careful, if you cum inside, then we'll actually get in trouble."

A part of you wants to force her down, but aside from the physical impossibility, impregnation outside of marriage is strictly illegal. Although you can't exactly remember what the punishment is right now.

As you're distracted, she pulls you to the edge of the doctor's table. You look at her questioningly, and she smiles as she takes a knee, sitting so she's level with your cock. "Well, I'm not cruel, come on." She traces her hands along your inner thigh until her black-furred hands reach the base of your cock. Your breath quickens as she tightens her hand around the base. You can feel her breath on your cock now, wet and heavy, panting.

You feel the tip of her tongue touch your cock; you shudder as she drags it up your length, before kissing the tip of your cock. You grip the doctor's table as she works your shaft, licking, kissing, but never sucking, dragging you to the edge of release before letting go. Shuddering as pleasure ripples through you, she leans down to plant one last kiss on your tip, and you can't hold it in any more, and–

You grab the back of her head, slamming her snout down to your base as your world goes white. When it's over, you've painted her mouth white. You gasp, shuddering as you let go, falling back.

Hannah rises, cum dripping from her muzzle, and you wish you could savor the sight. "Well, that was rude." Despite her chiding, she climbs up onto the doctor's table with you, her warm softness comforting. "Aw, are you tired?" You barely nod in response.

"Shhhh." She catches you as you fall forward, gently caressing you as she places your head in between her pillowy breasts. "It's okay to go to sleep, you've earned it, good boy." Mindlessly, you sink into the soft abyss of her cleavage and sleep.

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"Excuse me, sir? Sir." The familiar voice of the front desk nurse calls out, rousing you.

When your eyes open, you're back in the lounge, the familiar visage of the front desk nurse smiling down at you as she hands you something. "Well, I just wanna congratulate you on your clean bill of health, sir, and completing your evaluation, sir." The nurse from the front desk turned over the paper in her hand, giving it to him. "In the government's eyes, you're officially breed ready. You'll receive a call in one to two weeks for your placement, but if you have someone in mind you should call them and us beforehand, okay?"

Anon nods, half-vacant, still out of him. As he left the clinic, Anon was left to wonder if any of that had actually happened. Only when he returned home did he turn the sheet of paper over.

(XXX)-XX-XXX
Call me.
-Hannah