"Miss? Are you alright? This is your letter right?" The Flareon poked its head through, glanced at the paper before nodding slowly. "I need you... inside.. please." She beckoned you to come in. You couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when she said that. You shook off the uncertainty and went inside, a sick pokemon needs your help. Candles faintly lit the room, providing only necessary light. You found the Flareon sitting on some bedding, as you lug your tools over to her. You could feel heat radiating off of her, but that should be natural for a fire type such as herself. "So you said you had a fever?" She nodded quietly. You put your paw on her forehead only briefly, when it nearly scorched your fur off. You tell her to open her mouth so you can get a good look at her throat. You could not see any soreness, or anything amiss. You take out a specialized thermometer. It was designed to take heat from fire types. The only thing about it, was that it was not designed to be taken orally... "I'm going to take your temperature now..." You were always pretty nervous about this part, maybe even more than the patient themselves. "I will let you know however I have to stick it someplace other than your mouth. Do you understand what I am saying?" The Flareons eyes widened a little bit, but seemed to show a look of expectancy. "....Do as you must." She really did not talk much did she? Then again there isn't much to talk about at an awkward part such as this. You walk over behind her, as she gets up, motioning her behind towards your face with her tail sticking straight up. She revealed a quivering anus, most likely anticipating a cold rod to invade it shortly. Below, of course, was her pussy. You couldn't help but notice it drip slightly, giving off a faint sweet smell. You grip the decently sized thermometer, and slide it into her butthole quickly, but carefully. You feel her shudder and shiver from the initial penetration, but calmed down quickly afterwards. "Unh..." You heard her moan. Her butt seemed to suckle the rod gratefully. This is when you were starting to get skeptical. But you didn't want to risk a mistake, as it could mean a patient not getting treated correctly. You motion to pull it out after a beep, but have a little trouble. It takes both your paws to pull it out finally, tossing yourself backwards onto your rear. After a little daze, you read the rod, now radiating with heat and slime. Its an insanely high number, implying she might have an actual fever for a fire type. "Doctor...~"
