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.
“Healthy scrotum,” the lynx murmured. “Good volume for a human. Very responsive.”
Weird, the lynx wasn't that vocal about his kidneys or anything else.
The badger gave Cass’s balls a firm, testing squeeze. “Turn your head and cough for me.”
Cass, face burning, turned his head and coughed. The badger immediately laughed.
“Just doctor humor,” he said with a grin. “You’re doing fine.”
Cass let out a shaky laugh that turned into a soft moan when the lynx’s fingers slid lower, pressing and massaging around his cock base again while the badger continued palpating his scrotum and perineum with clinical but very attentive pressure.
“Penile response is excellent,” the badger noted, almost approvingly. “Circumcised, good vascularity. You’ll make a fine wolf cock once the change takes.”
Roan leaned in, whispering, "I know, babe. Just... let them examine, they aren't hurting anything." Then Roan laughed a small brief chuckle.
The lynx gently spread Cass’s thighs wider and slid two slick fingers inside him without warning, curling expertly against his prostate. Cass gasped sharply, hips jerking. "Oh f..."
“Prostate feels strong and healthy,” the lynx said, pressing and massaging with slow, deliberate strokes that were definitely more than medically necessary. “Very responsive. You’ve done quite a bit of training here, haven’t you?”
Cass could only whimper in response, face burning, cock now fully hard and leaking onto his stomach under their clinical but very appreciative paws. His hearbeat thumped through his meat, that familiar feeling he would get when he's stimulating his prostate. It feels like the cock meat wants to burst out of the flesh, and the pre keeps rolling out the tip and down the underside.
The badger gave Cass’s ass a firm, almost appreciative squeeze. “Nice, firm glutes too. You’ll carry the change well.”
Roan’s paw tightened on Cass’s shoulder, a silent reminder that he was right there. Cass could feel the wolf’s amusement radiating off him.
"Bear with us, Cass." The lynx said. "We need a prostatic fluid sample, it's very important."
The lynx gave Cass’s prostate one last firm press before withdrawing his fingers, collecting the sample. “Nice prostate. Very responsive, that's way more than we needed. And a good, firm ass too.”
Cass’s face burned crimson. “What kind of professionalism is this?”
Roan chuckled. “Hey, we’re anthros. That was basically a compliment. You don't like bedside manner?”
The doctors left to analyze the prostatic fluid and blood and swabs. When they returned a few minutes later, both were visibly excited.
The lynx spoke first. “Your fluid markers are exceptional. You’re more than approved for transformation. The council wants to keep a very close eye on you afterward, we’ve never seen potential quite like this. You’re going to develop differently than most, and it's unsure how.”
Cass swallowed hard, ass exposed and prostate still tingling. "Will I have super strength like Roan?"
The doctor's laughed. "No, not quite. We don't know what you'll have but it's not going to be something like that. Roan's strength is admirable and well known, a very impressive innate ability, but what we're seeing with you is just... different..."
"Pup..." Roan said, in that Alpha tone. "I was an idiot to go through the temple trials, I could have easily never survived... or even worse... so don't worry about innnate abilities, it's not worth it."
Roan’s paw tightened gently on his shoulder, eyes warm with pride and something deeper.
“But even without opening that doorway, it looks like you’re going to be something special, pup.”
"Full moon tomorrow, right?" The lynx asked. "We can help you get the supplies. Are you going to be providing your essence, Roan?"
Roan nodded. "Yupp, my blood... my seed."
Cass' eyes went wide. His heart raced. That's right... only one day until the transformation... somehow with all the denial driving him mad, he forgot to wonder and maybe fear what awaits him.
Fifty miles away from where Cass was having himself prodded and squeezed, Zariel crouched motionless on a ridgeline, the cold night wind cutting through his thick white-and-gray fur. Below, the human contact was late again, stumbling through the underbrush like a clumsy fawn, his flashlight beam swinging wildly and giving away his position to anything with eyes.
Of course he’s late, Zariel thought, ears flicking back in quiet irritation. They always are. Can’t even walk quietly in their own woods.
The man finally reached the drop point and stood there, breathing hard, eyes darting nervously into the darkness. He looked terrified, small, fragile, breakable.
Zariel’s lip curled just slightly.
Weak.
Still, he rose smoothly and moved down the slope without a sound. Peace had to be kept. Even if it meant protecting creatures who would crumble the moment real war came.
When he stepped into the small clearing, the human startled so badly he nearly dropped his flashlight.
“Easy,” Zariel rumbled, voice low and professionally calm. “You’re safe. We’re here to get you out.”
The man nodded frantically, eyes wide. “Th-thank you. I didn’t know who else to call. They’re everywhere now, the panthers... and something worse, I only got a glimpse. I heard them talking about hitting another diner next week…”
Zariel listened without expression as the human spilled what he knew. Names, locations, half-heard plans. Useful information, even if it came from such a shaky source.
One of the other resistance wolves, a scarred coyote named Rawne, clapped the human on the shoulder reassuringly. “You did good coming to us. We’ll handle it from here.”
Zariel said nothing.
As they moved out, guiding the trembling human between them toward the extraction point, Zariel couldn’t stop the quiet thought from surfacing again.
If he were one of us, he wouldn’t need help standing.
He pushed it down, the same way he always did. War would be worse. That was what mattered. The resistance existed to prevent exactly that kind of devastation, even if it meant bleeding for creatures who would never truly understand the cost.
The human tripped over a root in the dark. Zariel’s paw shot out on instinct, steadying him before he could fall.
“Thanks,” the man breathed, looking up at the massive wolf with something like awe.
Zariel gave a small nod, face carefully neutral.
They break so easily. Soon Cass would no longer be this fragile, and Zariel would reward him for making this bold and right decision for the pack. He wondered what the boy would look like after he transformed...
The extraction point came into view, a black SUV waiting with its lights off. Zariel helped the human into the back seat, then climbed into the passenger side without another word. It was an easy mission, no contact with the enemy, and they had an informant.
As the vehicle pulled away, he stared out the window at the dark trees rushing past and was eager to do more. The enemy was moving soo fast and he felt like the resistance was moving too slow. Boring recon missions. They needed to make more aggressive moves...
The panthers, whatever else is behind this, and the humans that are helping them, probably people of power and influence, hard to reach descreetly... they needed to be stopped, and they needed to begin fearing the resistance.
If they get too bold and push division too hard, the war they seek will come. The peace is good, being able to live with his pack without fear of being hunted is good. And the fragile peace between humankind and anthro is held.
For now.
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