"Oh no..." You say as a brightly orange coloured fox steps inside, wearing a blue shirt, tie and pants. "Rick, are you serious? Again?"
The fox turns his head to reveal a grin and after closing the door behind him steps over to the table in the centre of the room.
"Well hello to you too, Doc." He says in a charming, foxy voice.
"You were in just yesterday and I checked you out, no problem."
"I know, I know...but this morning when I woke up there was this itch and...I'm afraid it might be serious." Says the fox as he smiles deviously.
You sigh...and nod.
"Great!" And with that the fox proceeds to unbutton his work shirt, removing his tie before slipping off the garment and tossing both of them aside. The fox would then do the same with his pants, stepping out of them before slipping his paws into his underwear and sliding them down his bare legs.
Now fully naked with an expected hard-on the fox would basically leap onto the table as you stand ready at one end, slapping on your surgical gloves while he lays flat on the table.
"It's pretty deep Doc, in fact I think you'll need to go in all the way to your shoulder." He smirks.
You roll your eyes and motion for the fox to change position. He complies and ends up...
