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Peter whimpers and shivers under the hospital gown. He eyes the door carefully, wondering if he can make a break for it. His ears twitch at every little noise and footstep. He doesn’t know why he’s here. Aunt May had just said he needed a check-up and that he was old enough not to need her in the exam room.
The door swings open, and he immediately lunges forward, but before his tail even gets off the table, the door shuts again.
“Well,” the doctor smiles, turning towards him fully. “You’re Peter, correct?”
His jaw drops as he sees how gorgeous the doctor is. He’s tall and muscled, and he wears simple, business casual attire. He’s got a well-manicured beard that accentuates his sharp jawline. His light blue button-up shirt is rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms. Peter’s ears twitch a little, and his mouth waters as he fixates on them.
“Peter?”
“Huh, what sorry? Yeah, that’s me?”
He smirks at him as if he isn’t surprised by Peter’s reaction at all. “Hello, Peter, I’m Dr. Stark. I’ll be doing your exam today,”
“H-hi, Dr. Stark,” he mumbles.
“Your aunt tells me you’ve been having some behavioral issues?”
His whole being floods with shame, and his ears droop. “It’s not behavioral,”
“No, it's biological, isn’t it, sweetheart?” he says sympathetically. “You little bunnies are all the same at this age. Humping every surface you sit on,”
A light sheen of sweat breaks out on his back, and his tail twitches. He thinks about running again. The way Dr. Stark’s brown eyes drill into him makes him feel like he’s under a predator’s gaze- even though he can’t see any obvious hybrid indicators on the man. Shame pools in his gut, which only makes his body start reacting in the way that apparently landed him in this appointment.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Dr. Stark says, seeing his change in demeanor. “You just need a little help so you can be a good boy. So-“ He pulls two gloves out of a box on the wall and starts pulling them on. “- let’s take a look and see what’s goin’ on with you, huh?”
“O-okay,” he whimpers.
“We’ll start with the basics. Just relax,” he says soothingly.
He takes Peter’s vitals and checks both sets of ears and his eyes. He’s seemingly pleased with all of it because he hums to himself after every part, and each one sends a swoopy feeling through Peter’s belly. His cheeks heat up when he realizes he’s starting to get wet. He hopes there’s not a stain on the table.
“Well, your heart rate is a little high, but that’s normal for a bunny in your situation,” he finally concludes. “So let’s get to the real problem, shall we? Can you lay back for me, sweetheart?”
“What are you going to do?” he blurts out.
“I’m going to examine your genitalia to make sure it’s healthy, Peter,” he says plainly. “I need to see if you’re being under or over-stimulated so I can make a treatment recommendation,”
He gulps. “Is it going to hurt?”
“It shouldn’t,” he says, his brow furrowing in concern. “Do your bunny parts ever hurt you, sweetheart?”
His cheeks heat up. “They get, um, achey sometimes and- and the only thing that feels better is- is-“
“Is humping?”
“Mhmm,” he blushes, dropping his head.
“Good boy for telling me,” he smiles. “That’s what we’re here to check. So lean back for me, sweetheart,”
“Yes, sir,” he mumbles. He scoots back a little and leans back fully in the chair. He shivers as the simple action is enough to spread his thighs and send cool air over his cunt.
“Feet up here,” he says, tapping the stirrups. Peter hesitates. “Now, please, Peter. Be a good boy,”
He whimpers and forces himself to obey, lifting his bare feet into the stirrups. The angle makes his tail stick out, and his knees spread wide. He feels so vulnerable, and he tries to drop a foot, but Dr. Stark is quicker by putting a hand on his ankle.
“I think you might need a little help,” he chuckles as he reaches for a strap and wraps it around Peter’s ankle. “Flighty little bunnies can hurt themselves, and we don’t want that, do we?”
“No- no, I’ll be good. I’m sorry!” he panics, tugging at the restraint.
“It’s for your own good, little bun. Just relax,” he chastises as he does the other one. Peter immediately sits up to try to undo them, but a hand on his chest presses him back. “Relax, you’re okay,”
“No, no-“ he whimpers again as he pins one of his wrists to the chair arm with a strap. The other follows right after, and he thrashes against them, immediately feeling the need to run.
“I know it’s scary, but it’s for the best,” he says gently as he pulls away.
A tray on wheels with another pair of gloves and a bottle of clear liquid is pulled over. Dr. Stark sits on a rolling stool and pulls the fresh pair of blue latex on with another snap. The sound goes straight through Peter’s core.
“Now let’s take a look,” he hums as he spreads Peter’s knees even further apart. He moves the gown up to his stomach, leaving him totally bare in the open room. “Oh well, isn’t that a surprise,”
Peter whimpers in shame. He knows he’s rare as a hybrid and also a bunny. But he also had another rarity in the form of a cocklet instead of clit. And right now, it was chubbed and hard between his thighs, drooling pre-cum even as his cunt slicks up.
“Well, no wonder you’re such a horny little bunny,” Dr. Stark chuckles. “What do you play with more, Peter? Your pussy or your little bunny here?”
“My- my dick,” he says shyly.
“Oh honey, this isn’t a dick,” he chuckles. Peter gasps as latex fingers suddenly pinch and prod at the hardened nub while the other fondles his tiny balls. “This is just a very cute plush bunny clit,”
“Mm- ah- stop!” he whimpers, trying to get away from the rough pleasure.
“Good response, healthy color,” he murmurs. “Nice and pink like it should be. Now, how about-“
Peter gasps sharply as fingers brush lightly over his folds, right down his opening. It feels weird and foreign, unlike the pressure he gets from humping a pillow. He can’t decide whether he wants to twitch his hips away or towards the touch. The fingers continue to stroke, coaxing open his dripping slit.
“How do you play with your pussy, sweetheart? Do you have toys? Or just your hands?”
“I- I don’t- I just rub it-“ he whimpers, his whole body lighting up in embarrassment. “On a pillow while I touch my dic- my clit,”
“Oh well, that’s not enough for a baby bun, not at all,” he says, clicking his teeth in dissatisfaction. His fingers are dipping into the opening of his cunt now, making him gasp even more. It feels so weird but so good at the same time. “You’re responding very well, though,”
“Hngh, please- it feels funny!” he gasps.
“But it doesn’t hurt?”
“No,” he whimpers, tail twitching.
“Then we’ll keep going, just take some deep breaths,”
His whole body feels strung tight so he tries to obey. His first breath is shaky, but the second relaxes him a little. It only helps a latex finger dip further into his entrance, and he lets out a tiny cry.
“I know, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he coos. “Poor baby bun, your pussy is so tight,”
“It’s- it’s fine!” he squeals as the finger pushes in unrelenting. He can feel himself stretching around it, and it feels obscene. “Are you done yet?!”
“Shh, focus on you’re breathing. I’m in enough. I'm just gonna take a little look around. Don’t think we need the speculum today,”
That sounds terrifying, and he doesn’t want that, so Peter tries to be good. His cunt feels so full, and his cocklet is hard and aching. He feels like a single brush against it and he could cum. And he definitely doesn’t want to squirt on Dr. Stark’s hand.
The finger twists and pokes unrelenting, and Peter whimpers at all the pressure and pleasure building up inside him. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, but it’s not until a choking cry escapes Peter’s lips that he stills. Dr. Stark looks up at him from between his legs with far too much of a smirk.
“Yes, it’s just as I suspected,” he hums, pulling his finger out. Peter sags against the table at the sudden emptiness. “You’re a very understimulated bunny. I bet your other holes are just as needy,”
“My other holes?” he shrieks.
“Your mouth and your ass, honey,” he says, tapping the tight puckered hole beneath his tail for emphasis. “Baby boy buns need all four places stimulated,”
“I don’t!” he protests as Dr. Stark wheels away and makes no move to untie him.
“You do,” he says simply. Out of a cabinet, he pulls a blanket and drapes it over Peter’s legs, covering him up. His legs are still spread obscenely beneath the blanket. “I’m going to bring your aunt in to discuss some options,”
“What?! No! Can’t I change first?!”
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” he smiles.
Peter whimpers and shakes beneath the blanket. His ears twitch wildly in fear. The sounds of his aunt traveling down the hall with Dr. Stark do nothing to help.
“-he did pretty well. About as good as expected for a bunny in his condition,” Dr. Stark says as he pushes open the door.
“Oh dear, is he cuffed?” May frowns as she steps into the room.
“Just a precaution. Bunnies are prey and like to run,”
“Oh,”
“So, here’s the situation,” Dr. Stark says with a small exhale and a clap of his hands. “Peter is a very healthy but understimulated bunny,”
“Under?” May asks in disbelief. “Dr. Stark, he’s uncontrollable,”
“He’s not getting the right kind of stimulation, so he’s overcompensating,” he explains. Peter doesn’t like the sound of that as well. “I know it sounds counterintuitive. But really, this is the better scenario. Understimulated bunnies are easier to treat than overstimulated ones,”
“Well, you’re the expert,” she sighs. “What do you suggest?”
“Well, I can book him for a session right now. I always leave a slot free when a bunny gets booked. Depending on how it goes, he may need anywhere from daily to monthly treatment sessions,”
“Daily?”
“Ideally, he’ll learn how to care for himself. But Peter seems avoidant to proper self-care, so I’m not sure,”
“I’m not avoidant!” Peter huffs.
Dr. Stark just smiles a little and gestures like, “See what I mean?”
“How am I supposed to get him to a daily doctor's appointment? I work a lot,”
“If it’s that often, we’d look at at-home care or an inpatient stay,” he says. “Have you looked into bunny matching services? The sooner they get a partner, the better. Especially a bun like Peter,”
“I don’t need a boyfriend!” he growls. “I’m not a baby maker,”
“There’s your answer,” May says tiredly.
“Well, let’s see how today goes,” he smiles. “It’ll be a few hours if you have things you need to do, I can call when he’s ready to be picked up,”
“What?!” Peter shrieks.
“Oh, that long, really?”
“Just for the initial treatment and a more in-depth exam. Once we figure out what works best, it’ll go a lot quicker,”
For the first time, May looks at him with concern. “And you’re sure there’s nothing we can do at home?”
“I’m afraid not without a treatment session today,”
“No, May, please, I’ll be good. I’m sorry, don’t leave me-“
“Alright,” she sighs. “I have a shift, but I’ll leave my contact information with your secretary,”
“We’ll take good care of him,” Dr. Stark smiles as she ushers her out. When the door shuts behind her, he turns towards Peter with a wicked smirk. “Well, little bunny, let’s get started,”