Just What The Doctor Ordered

When Arthur first heard it, he couldn't believe his ears: we were not the only intelligent species on the planet. Up in the arctic, where few humans had ever dared to tread, there were apparently three tribes of beast-people, all of them fully sapient and eager to meet the outside world. Their first contact had been with some clumsy photographer, but the UN wasn't about to let that be their first impression; they swiftly assembled a team of anthropologists, biologists, ecologists, and a whole lot of other -ologists to examine these new species.

Arthur had been chosen as the team's chief medical officer, but it wasn't because of his experience as a field surgeon or modest training in veterinary medicine. Out of a hundred candidates, he was picked because he spoke fluent Russian, and even though it started as just a hobby, it now seemed a vital skill among these beast-people. Sure, some of them spoke broken English, but the majority only knew an odd dialect of Russian, one that Arthur was still able to get ahold of. That was enough to get him on the chopper to their brand-new arctic base, and he indifferently agreed to go.

As it turned out, the base was more akin to the set of The Thing than some bleeding-edge research facility, with metal-walled cabins that were just barely able to keep the air at room temperature and heat lamps dating back a decade at least. His office was little more than a desk in front of the examination room/lab/operating theatre, and his tools were rudimentary at best.

However, over the first week, Arthur frequently found himself out in the cold instead of inside the "office," as every damn quack with a bachelor's degree wanted a translator. He'd spend hours following those pricks around, listening to their jabbering while trying not to freeze his balls off... but luckily for him, it got him front-row seats to the freak show.

Well, freak show was hardly the right term for it. Counter to his previous conceptions, the anthropomorphic tiger people looked absolutely natural, thickly muscled and standing a little under seven feet tall. Some of them wore animal-hide clothes, others wore scraps of man-made materials, and some went without clothes entirely, letting him examine their naked anatomy from a few feet away. To his surprise, they had several human features: nipples hidden under their thick white fur, fully opposable thumbs, clear-cut muscles on the chest, and even fully-sized mammary glands on the females. He did his best not to stare, especially at one specimen with a sizable pair, but they didn't seem uncomfortable at all; in fact, when one of them caught him staring, he could have sworn she'd grinned and winked at him.

Despite the tigers' cordial attitudes, the team's anthropologists were getting stonewalled at every turn. Every offer of modern technology was turned down, every offer to host an ambassador was rejected, and one of the tigers had mentioned in passing that they'd kill any human who approached their village. Frustrations were running high, and there were even rumors of pulling out altogether... but then, something wondrous happened.

"Hey, doc!" The voice crackled with static, interrupting Arthur's reading of Metro 2033 and sending the doctor's feet swinging off his desk. "Uh, we've got wounded, but-"

"What kind of wound? Burn? Laceration? How bad is it?" Eager to get a break from the usual, Arthur shot to his feet and grabbed his field bag off his desk. "Was it Scully? Lampert?" He'd been wondering who'd be the first to need a visit to his office... some of his top picks were utter luddites, while others were just unlucky.

"It's, uh... it's one of the natives, and she's got a cut on her leg, I think."

Arthur stopped in his tracks, his enthusiasm thrown into flux. A native? One of the tigers? His knee-jerk reaction was to say he wasn't qualified, but he realized he was likely the most qualified person on the base after a moment of thought. He'd trained as a vet, he spoke their language... and hell, it didn't sound like a life-threatening wound. "Alright, send her in."

"Will do, doc." While the grunts brought the patient inside, Arthur quickly pulled on some latex gloves and got out his materials. Disinfectant, cotton swabs, gauze, tape, an electric razor, PDS sutures, the whole nine yards... he didn't want his first-ever medical treatment of an anthro to be some botched hack job.

He'd just finished laying everything out when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, and the second Arthur turned around, the door swung open. Immediately, two tigers squeezed their way in, a male holding up a female with her arm wrapped around his shoulder; both wore surprisingly colorful garments that appeared to be sown from human materials, something that marked them as high-class among the natives. It only took Arthur a second to see the wound on the female's thigh, and though it seemed like a minor injury, she was limping pretty badly. "Put her on the table," he ordered in Russian, "I need to see what I'm dealing with."

"Yes sir," the male replied, helping his limping companion into the exam room.

As soon as the two towering tigers were out of the doorway, one of the station's armed guards came in, his automatic rifle slung over one shoulder. "They just showed up at the perimeter," he explained, "Out of the blue. It doesn't look like much, but she sounds pretty hurt." As if to concur, the female tiger let out a long groan of pain, then a gasp as she sat down on the table.

Arthur nodded, then turned to the male. "When did this happen?"

"Uh, about twenty minutes ago," he recounted, "Sergei accidentaly grazed her with a spear. We were worried it might get infected, and since you have such fancy medicines..."

"I see." The doctor stepped past him to his female counterpart, but before he could focus on the wound, he was struck by her expression: even an idiot could tell she was faking, and from the way she turned pouty as soon as she met his eyes, it seemed designed to catch his attention. That little distraction was enough to derail his train of thought, and with his attention untethered, Arthur couldn't help but glance at her luscious chest. On a human, her breasts might have looked cartoonish, but on her bulky yet feminine frame, barely held back by an orange strip of nylon...

"Please help me, doctor, it hurts!"

The almost comically sultry words were enough to snap Arthur out of his daze, and he forced himself back to the task at hand. At a glance, the cut seemed shallow at best, and once he began examining it, he realized it was just as it appeared. He also discovered how silky the tigress's fur was and how soft her thighs were, the perfect blend of fat and muscle covered by a luxuriously soft coat... but that was beside the point. "Miss, what's your name?" he asked, running one finger along the cut to see how bad it was bleeding.

"I'm Nika," the tigress replied, her pain suddenly replaced by a spark of cheer.

Arthur turned back to the male. "And you?"

"I'm Maksim. Should I leave you to your work, doctor?"

After a moment's thought, Arthur nodded. "Sure." He then switched to English and addressed the guard. "Keep an eye on him, I don't want anyone getting hurt."

With a nod, the guard began escorting Maksim out of the room, and once he shut the door behind him, Arthur found himself alone with his new anthro patient. The second eyes were off her, Nika's demeanor went from dramatic to downright perky, and her lips curled into a feline smile. "So, doc," she asked, "Am I gonna need stitches for this?"

The doctor met her grin with an expression as stern as granite. "No, you don't need stitches," he sighed, pacing over to his laid out tools. "You'd likely have been fine with whatever medicine your people have... you do have healers, don't you?"

"Yeah, but they're nowhere near as fancy as all this," Nika replied, sniffing the air. "It even smells like medicine in here."

"That's the disinfectant," Arthur explained. So little miss Nika was just here for shits and giggles, he thought... he should have figured the natives would try something like it sooner or later. His hand hovered over a tube of Neosporin, but as Arthur pondered, the doctor wondered if he should give her stitches anyway, just to teach her a lesson. No, no, what was he thinking? That'd be breaking his oath... just slap a bandaid on her leg and send her on her way. "I'm going to give you a topical ointment to clean the wound, then bandage it up," he eventually said, "Might be a bit overkill, but..."

As he turned back to face Nika with supplies in hand, he was dumbstruck by her sudden nudity. Somehow, she'd slipped off her skirt and bra while he wasn't looking, and now she sat on the table wearing nothing but a smile, legs spread almost invitingly. "What's wrong, doc?" she asked, feigning ignorance of Arthur's embarrassment.

"Why'd you strip?" The human put on a frown almost like a suit of armor, hoping a dour mood might help him keep his mind off Nika's body. He wasn't much of a horndog, that much he would admit, but this place stirred a longing in even the most celibate men.

"Because it's oh so warm in here," Nika replied, "And I wouldn't want them getting in the way." Her sly smile hinted she had other reasons, but right then, Arthur wasn't sure what they were. She couldn't have come here just to bone a human... could she?

"Hmph." Arthur quickly smeared the wound with ointment, slapped some gauze on it, then wound a self-adhering bandage around it nice and tight. Despite her previous kvetching, Nika didn't seem at all bothered by the wound, and when the doctor finished his work, she had the same cheeky grin on her face. "Just try to get some bed rest while this heals," he sighed, turning away to begin storing his supplies.

"But doc, there's something else bothering me." The tigress's voice dripped with suggestions of lewd deeds, and as Arthur turned back around, he already had a few guesses as to what she'd ask for next.

"And what would that be?" Unsurprisingly, Nika had laid all the way onto her back, her legs splayed almost in a split. Arthur couldn't help but glance at the slightly puffy vulva between her furry thighs, and with a note of disgusted arousal, he noticed she was dripping onto the table. Part of him was grossed out by the fact that he'd have to clean it up, but his lustier side pondered how unabashedly horny she must be to get that wet. If he dropped his pants and hopped on top of her, she might not even stop him... but he wasn't about to stoop to such barbarism.

"I've got this itch," Nika replied after a time, seemingly giving the doctor a moment to ogle her groin. "I'd love to scratch it, but with these claws..." She flexed out one razor-sharp claw to demonstrate, then scratched a tiny mark into the table.

"And let me guess, it's inside?" Arthur gestured to her plump labia, which Nika was not-so-subtly spreading with two digits. The cozy pink hole dripped with slippery fluids, but the doctor kept his distance. "You know you're probably in heat, right?"

"Mmhmm," she purred, "it's been really bad... I just need something, anything between my legs. Can't you help me, doc? I'd just need a few minutes... or maybe more, if you can last that long." Her voice twisted from pleading to sultry in those last few words, and as the tigress rubbed along her slick snatch with one digit, Arthur's mind began to take the bait.

The voice telling him to drop his pants and hop on top of her kept getting louder and louder, but it was quickly countered by a wariness of the situation. If someone came in here and found him balls-deep in a native, he'd be up to his neck in shit, so if he wanted to do anything, he'd need a bit of plausible deniability. With his gloves still on, Arthur paced over and locked the door, then dropped the blinds down over its single window. If someone came into his office, he'd probably be screwed, but at least they wouldn't get an eyeful of him fingering an anthropomorphic tigress.

When he turned back around, Arthur found his patient laid back on the table, swiveled around so that her groin was facing him. Her legs were spread wide, her pink lips oozed arousal all over, and her blue eyes looked up expectantly from above her sizable rack. She didn't say a thing, but her body said all that she wanted: "Please fuck me!"

"Alright," the doctor sighed, "Let's just... do a little fingering." As he stepped over to the table, flexing his hands in his latex gloves, Nika spread herself just a bit wider, eyes sparkling with eager arousal. Meanwhile, Arthur was a bit conflicted as to how to begin, but after a moment, he decided to take things slow. His gloved hand landed on her soft fur as his thumb began stroking her vulva, and he could feel the silky texture even through the latex.

Nika let out a tiny gasp at the contact, and he could feel her nethers twitching, eager to accept him into her cozy depths. At first, he toyed around with her squishy clit, rubbing the little nub like a joystick to make Nika gasp and moan. "Oooh, that's it," she murmured, "Hahh... it feels good, but..."

Seeing her squirming helplessly on the table was almost intoxicating, and Arthur could almost feel his inhibitions melting in her warmth. "But?"

"But-ahh... could you stick it in?"

Arthur's knee-jerk interpretation was that she wanted his dick, but the more rational side of him quickly decided on a more conservative approach. He turned his hand about and pressed two gloved fingers against her vulva, then pressed inward with a teensy amount of force, causing his digits to pop into her supple snatch. The warm, slimy walls instantly contracted, trying to pull him deeper, then suddenly clenched like a vice as he found a sweet spot.

"Ahh! Oh god!" Nika tensed like she'd been electrified, her toes curling enough to flex out her claws. Her tail flicked back and forth as Arthur gently rubbed the hard little spot, using a simple beckoning gesture to drive her mad with pleasure. "Oooh, fuck!" the tigress gasped, her head laid back on the table while her back arched. "That's it, right-agh!"

The slutty anthro seemed like putty in Arthur's paws as he continued to finger her, getting more and more of his glove soaked in her juices as he curled and rubbed. He, too, was beginning to breathe a little heavier, and despite the voice of reason begging for modesty, a stiff boner strained his pants. She felt so warm wrapped around his finger, so tight as the muscles pulsed and clenched... he could only imagine what she'd feel like wrapped around his cock, and she sounded eager enough to take things straight to home plate. But he couldn't just drop his pants and mount her like a randy hound in his exam room; that'd just be unprofessional. Letting her wait in his quarters until he was off the clock, on the other hand...

"Aaaahhh!" The doctor's train of thought was derailed by another blissful moan, and if his intuitions were right, Nika was only a few seconds from climaxing. "Fuck, don't stop!" she cried, "Almost... aaaahhhhhh god!" As pleasure flooded her nerves, the massive tigress arched upward, her claws digging into the table for support while she screamed her heart out. Her loins squeezed and pulled, trying to drag Arthur's fingers deeper, but the human managed to maintain a semblance of control. He just kept rubbing that hard little lump, driving Nika mad with sensation until she finally began to relax.

Moans melted into panting as her furry body flopped onto the table, and as Arthur pulled his slimy fingers free of her soft, soaked snatch, he felt an odd sense of pride. "That looked like it hit the spot," he quipped while peeling off his gloves, "I'm afraid that's all I can do in the office, but if you drop by my quarters in a few hours, I can help you deal with that heat of yours." It wasn't a perfect solution, and certainly not a completely ethical one, but Arthur figured it was better than locking themselves in the exam room for hours.

Thinking his business complete, Arthur tossed his gloves into the trash and turned to unlock the door, only to have two furry hands land on his shoulders as soon as the lock twisted open. "Are you sure there isn't a more in-depth procedure you can do?" Nika asked, now standing behind him after slipping silently off the table. All Arthur could do was stand there as her muscular arms slid down his shoulders and under his armpits, culminating in an inescapable hug that pressed him back against her chest. "I'd hate to risk it worsening..."

"Ah, I..." At that moment, Nika's paw dropped straight down to Arthur's belt, almost as if she were trying to keep him speechless by gradually undressing him. She'd gone from dazed to downright predatory, and her sinew felt like steel cable under all her fur and fat. "I can't just... drop my pants and... it wouldn't be professional." He could feel her clumsy claws fiddling with the buckle while her other arm held him tight, and as soon as he tried to get out of the tigress's grip, he found her embrace to be as unbreakable as steel. No matter how he squirmed, her soft rack pressed right up against his shoulders while her paw continued its work of undoing his pants, and despite the alarms going off in his head, Arthur could feel himself getting a stiffy. "What if someone sees? I... I've got other patients too, you know."

"Oh? Are you shy?" Nika's fingers finally solved the riddle of his belt buckle, then slid her paw halfway between his legs to give his junk a gentle squeeze. "This little guy doesn't seem shy... you a virgin or something?"

The last words seemed almost taunting, flustering Arthur despite his professional pride. "I'm not a virgin! I've had... sex..." As quickly as his rage had sparked, the doctor realized how childish he sounded, and his righteous anger melted back against Nika's bosom. He couldn't deny the scandalous nature of what she was about to do to him, but at the same time, this was really turning him on. Maybe just a bit of lovemaking couldn't hurt... after all, hardly anyone came to his office directly. "I just... it's not exactly professional to do it in an exam room."

"Professional?" The tigress let out a tiny chuckle, then dropped both hands to Arthur's waist. "There's no need to be professional, doc..." Her strong hands popped the button on his slacks, unzipped his fly, then slipped his waistband down to reveal his fully erect member. As Nika's leathery pads firmly grabbed its length, teasingly sliding back and forth as it helplessly throbbed, Arthur couldn't help but let out a gasp. "You just go wild... or you can just follow my lead."

Suddenly, Nika stepped to the side and swept the human off his feet, then unceremoniously tossed him onto the table, putting him in the same spot she'd been in with his pants around his ankles. Arthur could feel a puddle of her warm fluids beginning to soak through his lab coat, but before he could do anything to stop it, his attention was grabbed by Nika squatting down in front of him. "Just lay back and enjoy," the burly tigress purred as she eyed his boner, "Let me do the heavy lifting."

Arthur thought about trying to say something but instead just gulped down his inhibitions. He was exposed, vulnerable, with razor-sharp claws inches from his junk... but when Nika fondled his balls with one hand, the doctor felt more excitement than terror. "Feels like someone's pent up," she murmured, carefully rolling his testes around in her palm.

Before the doctor could stop her, she suddenly bent down and planted a tender lick along the underside of his member; Arthur flinched, but instead of the harsh grating of a typical cat's tongue, Nika's was as soft and wet as a human's. The first lick was followed by a second, then a third, then a fourth, each driving him up the wall with arousal as he gazed down at the tigress between his legs. "That... that's good," he sighed, not sure how else to respond to such unprecedented advances.