DAYS OF INS-PET-CION: BITCH
by Alas Negras

In the face of fear, Rena's instinct was to step in. Step in and win. That's how she always planned to live. The day she was adopted, the puppy repeated those same words to her mother and siblings. When Samuel came for her, she moved forward to lick his hand and said goodbye without tears. The police camp was intimidating, even more so for an eight-week-old puppy. There were dozens of dogs, most of them older, who laughed at the sight of her. They were amused by her long, untidy coat, with a fuzzy pattern unusual for a German shepherd. Rena didn't care. She went a step further and offered herself in every test, in every game, without complaint. A week later, humans and peers understood: she’d leave the academy as a cop.

At eleven months, one month earlier than usual, she and Samuel graduated. Ten days later, they were on their first case. Fifteen kilograms of cocaine, seven criminals arrested. Every month, those numbers increased. With Samuel at their side, they turned the slums upside down. More than once bullets flew, but she never backed down. Some dogs called her reckless, but she ignored them every time. Samuel understood her. The blond human was her pillar, the perfect owner in her opinion. When he petted her with his missing pinky hand, Rena was certain he’d never push her into danger without going by her side. He was also young, but capable and brave. That was why they worked so well together. 

And that's why she could hardly believe what she just did. Her paw stopped in the middle of the air, hesitant. Not in the face of an armed thug or a truck about to explode; no, the reason was the sign for the veterinary clinic five metres away. Beads of sweat were forming under her paws, her stomach cringing with the thought of what awaited her inside. 

“Everything all right, Rena?” Samuel asked, his blue eyes full of worry. 

She let out a soft whimper, lowering her ears. With her tail tucked between her legs, Rena felt as small as the first day of camp. She forced herself to regain a less embarrassing pose. It was unbecoming of her to act like this, so childish, all for a simple, simple.... even the word was hard to say in her thoughts. It was ridiculous, unworthy of a law enforcer. 

She’d never paid attention to her rear region until a couple of months ago. Her first heat. Even knowing what was coming, it was so humiliating. Samuel was understanding and really went the extra mile to help her, but he was human and male. He didn't understand what it meant for her to be soaking wet, not being able to sit still because she was so sensitive, and smelling her own arousal when she went out to relieve herself. It was such an intense smell it made the dogs in the area nervous, barking to get her attention the moment they saw her. Worst of all, it disgusted and flattered her at the same time. Samuel had had to restrain her so she couldn’t go after some of them, even police peers. Rena had never been so out of control.

And now it was time for an intimate check-up. The police force demanded strict health checks for its officers, including their reproductive function. Rena found this ridiculous. There were criminals to apprehend, but she had to spend time going to a vet she didn't know at all, no matter how much of a specialist he could be. To be inspected down there. At least that's what Samuel had told her. He didn't seem to know exactly what they were going to do there either. Their training hadn't covered any of this. 

“Hey, we're in this together. Who's my little finger?" he said, bending down to pet her. His missing pinky palm was held out and Rean put his paw on it immediately. “That's right, you. So let's make a fist and smash this mission together. C’mon!”

That extra support convinced her. Step in and win. Ears straight and tail relaxed, Rena barked once firmly. She went inside and saw other dogs waiting while Samuel talked to the receptionist. One more reason to maintain his image. Commanding respect was her duty, whether in uniform or not. She waited without moving a muscle, trying to ignore the uncomfortable whimpers behind doors, the scratches on the floor and the smells of drug paraphernalia. 

“Samuel, nice to meet you at least," said a middle-aged man (add descr.), reaching over to shake the police officer's hand. “Come with me. I've already reviewed the health report you sent me from headquarters, so we can go straight to the examination.

The gynaecology room was down a corridor in the clinic. Her training made him notice the lack of windows, the narrowness of the space, and the existence of only one exit. It was a mousetrap with a capital M. Reminding himself of her promise, she shook her head. Samuel didn't notice, engaged in small talk with the vet. Rena paid no attention. She couldn't contribute anything, and it was usually about silly things. Humans could definitely be weird about their rituals. As weird as the procedure she was about to be subjected to.

As soon as the door closed, Rena noticed the sound isolation. The range of her senses had become drastically short, as if the room was an island lost in the sea. Her eyes focused then on the chair. Samuel had called it that, but it was more like an adapted stainless steel stretcher. Carved in was the shape of a dog lying on its back and the surface was covered with foam mattresses. If it weren't for the metal leg rests sticking out of the edge, Rena could have found it comfortable. She sniffed around, immediately noticing the smell of alcohol used for cleaning, one that almost erased the smell of the many pets that had passed through.

“I'll do a quick anamnesis before the exploration," said the vet, pulling a tablet out of his coat. “She went into heat a couple of months ago, right? How long did it last?”
“A month or so," Samuel said, making a quick count on his fingers. The vet raised an eyebrow so quickly he added, "Is it wrong?”
“Nothing pathological. Few bitches have such long periods, but there's nothing to worry about. Since then has there been any bleeding or unusual secretions? Any problems urinating? 
“Nothing that I could see,” Samuel answered quickly.
“Nice. I'll need to draw blood for a progesterone test. I'll leave it to my assistant, if she deigns to show up today,” the vet sighed, eyes rolling. “Let’s move on.”

Everything was written down on the tablet. Rena fidgeted in her position, uneasy. She hadn't quite understood many of the vet's words, but the memory of those days had made her feel just as itchy and embarrassed. Without thinking she leaned against Samuel's leg, which got her a few strokes as the vet finished the round of questions. 

“All within the parameters, magic. Ok Samuel, pop her on the chair while I get ready. Have you ever been in a gyn exam?”
“No, Rena is my first dog.”
“I see. I imagine you're a little nervous, but don't worry, I'll explain everything you need to know. And don't hesitate to ask questions, please. It's a true pleasure to explain the details of my profession,” he completed with a big smile.

Obeying, Samuel lifted her onto the stretcher-chair and Rena positioned herself the best she could. So far the vet wasn’t of his liking. She was nervous and wanted answers too, but the vet was only addressing her owner. A second later a snap of latex gloves invaded the room. She took a deep breath, controlling the urge to run away. Step in and win, she repeated to herself. 

Of course, it was hard to be positive when her entire abdomen was exposed to a stranger, and even more so when her hind legs were placed on the leg rests and strapped without the slightest delicacy. Then her tail followed, removing the last defence of her femininity. A chill ran through her spine as the vet pulled closer a medical trolley with many surgical instruments.

“First thing we check is the mammary glands,” he said, running Rena's belly. “Tumours appear quite frequently in unspayed bitches and have a fifty-fifty chance of malignancy.”
“Is there anything I can do for her?” Samuel asked, with an obvious tone of concern.
“Most owners forget, but you can inspect her every day. Prevention is key, you know? Any strange lumps should be reported immediately, no matter how small.”
“I will do so," he said, forming the OK symbol with his fingers.

The vet's hands skirted the nipples, probing the soft skin, feeling for roughness or abnormalities. They paused at each pair, pinching and then stroking over the small,  blackened aureole. Rena looked away with her jaws clenched, trying to ignore the almost painful pressure. Samuel came to her rescue, petting her head. Focusing on that, she could ignore the physical discomfort, but new thoughts came in. Having her tits touched on a daily basis? How could the vet suggest such a thing? Her feelings didn’t matter? Worst of all, she knew Samuel would do it. She adored him, but he didn't argue with his superiors, no matter how much he could disagree. And in this place the vet was the law.

“Wonderful. Ten healthy nipples, all them the same size. Have they always been like this?
“Uhh, yes, I think so," said Samuel, a bit surprised.
“Fantastic," replied the vet. “The thoracic ones are usually underdeveloped compared to the ventrocaudal area. It's just a silly thing, but I like the symmetry. Other than that she’s fine. Good girl. 

He patted her left thigh with enthusiasm. Rena knew he was just doing his job, but she felt like biting his hand. 

“Okay, now let's get down to the real business.” 

After changing gloves, the vet waved his fingers over the instruments. He ran over the speculum, hemostats, a strange black box with attachments, and finally picked up some gauze pads. Soaked in saline, he wiped both the female’s spade and the tailhole. Rena moaned in shame. They hadn't done that to her since she was a puppy. 

“Do you mind if I take measures? I'm running a study based on size and conformation in female dogs. We want to see the level of correlation in the occurrence of problems before and after giving birth.”
“Of course not! Happy to help.”
“Thank you. Stand next to me, you'll see better,” the vet suggested, picking up a glass rod with ruler marks along its surface. “Four centimetres at the widest part. Uniform dark pigmentation, identical to the nipples. Very aesthetic. Outer lips well developed, fleshy. Smooth skin, no lacerations or irritations. Now I'll look inside.”

Rena closed her eyes and tried hard not to think. She wasn't there, her master and patrol colleague wasn't watching her in the most embarrassing position while gloved fingers parted her lips and revealed the shiny, pink mucous membrane. 

“And here we have the vestibular fossa," he pointed with his finger. “This is the prelude to the entrance. See that promontory? That's her clitoris. 
“It's... curious,” Samuel said, twisting his fingers behind his back.
“Yes, most of it is submerged in the vagina walls. That allows for direct stimulation when the male initiates the mount. If you get closer you'll see a little hole, it's the urinary meatus. No irritation as far as I can see," he tilted his head from side to side, looking for a good angle. “All good. A clean smell.”

Rena didn't know what the hell that meant, but she could smell herself on the doctor's fingers. Her sense of smell had been trained to the max and she didn't need to open her eyes, every new scent developing in a room was noticeable to her, no matter how faint. The vet's fingers stretched the narrow passage gently, without going in too deep. It felt strange, to be touched like this for the first time in a part of her anatomy that even she hadn't explored. Rena opened her eyes again, in time for her pupils to dilate in terror as the vet raised the speculum in the air. 

“You'd better be by her side,” he said to Samuel as he lubed the device. “Females can react unexpectedly on their first examination and I don't want her injured.”
“Right, I'm on it.”

The canine speculum consisted of three blades, one more than humans, arranged in a triangular shape to fit the spade shape. All made of metal, it released a more than sinister sound when it was opened by the vet to check it was working as it should. Drawing it closer to the entrance, the tip of the device brushed against her labia, slightly reddened by the previous rubbing. 

Samuel pushed his hand against her breastbone at the same time the vet plunged the speculum in at a forty-five degree angle. Rena stirred instantly, squealing at the unfamiliar sensation. The metal was cold, the pressure was uncomfortable, she didn't want to be there, she didn't want this, she was a good dog, obedient and loyal, she didn't deserve to be abused like this. Ignoring her resistance, the vet inserted more and more of the device. He wasn't being rough, but the pressure felt unbearable and degrading. She trembled as Samuel struggled to keep her still, noticing how her eyes became watery. 

“Hey, hey, girl!” Samuel whispered in her ear. “I'm with you, I'm here. Hush, hush. I'm not going anywhere. I love you, pup. You're my little finger and I'll never leave you behind. You'll be fine, the vet will be over soon, it's for your own good.”

Although the invasion was still bad, Rena calmed down a little. Blinking, she looked at Samuel in surprise. He wasn't usually this emotional, like ever. She could really feel his concern as he wrapped his warm hands around her accompanied by a soothing voice. Her master was there for her. All that made her tummy relax, still rising and falling at a rapid pace. The vet decided it was a good time to open the speculum, like the petals of a rare carnivorous plant. She licked her muzzle in quick motions, snorting as Samuel scratched behind her ears. 

“Good girl, here we are. Thanks for your help, Samuel.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied politely, though his back muscles tightened.
“Great stretching, very nice. Six inches deep with a very good girth. Her future puppies will be able to tumble out of there.”
“Yeah, well…”
“I still don't see any discoloration or inflammation," the vet continued, oblivious to Samuel's discomfort. “If you want to come back you’ll be able to see the cervix, the division between the uterus and the vagina. There, at the deepest. Closed, as befits at diestrus. Total absence of bleeding or pus, I'm ready to palpate now.”

Rena made every effort not to whimper when Samuel stood up again. In that moment the thing she desired the most was to beg for cuddles again, but she didn't want to make an even bigger fool of herself. She felt more vulnerable than ever when the vet's fingers roamed inside her with the reassurance of someone who has gone through the same routine over and over again. 

“There are no tumours or polyps either. I'm going to take a sampler for cytology now and then do a cervical and anal temperature comparison.”

Great. Apparently it wasn't enough to poke her like a candy bag, he also had to manipulate his poopy hole. In a normal checkup it was just an uncomfortable ordeal, but here it was an extra patina of aggravation. The worst thing was that it had happened in front of her master - how could she look him in the face after this? Didn't she deserve even the slightest privacy? Of course, the vet didn’t wait for her opinion. Rena tried to distract herself by thinking about something else. Running tests, spotting new suspects, and friendly competitions at the police station. Anything to keep her mind out of it. 

Compared to the other tests, at least these were easier to bear. The swab was barely a caress, a couple of quick rubs before the vet put it away in its plastic tube. A little harder were the thermometers. Again she gritted his teeth, grunting. There couldn't be much left, she hoped. When they finally beeped she almost let out a bark of pure contentment.

“Good girl. Thirty-eight point five and thirty-eight point seven. There is only one last matter to deal with and you may go,” announced the vet.
“What is it?”
“We call it the Casdan-Petit test. I'm going to check that the innervation of the vagina is correct. I'll use this suction stimulator," he said, pointing to a small black device on the trolley. “It is placed on the clitoris and emits a series of rapid pulses that spread through the pelvic floor. This screen shows the result and that's it. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”
“Sensitivity in-” Samuel said, suddenly red and reluctant to say the word.
“That's right, clitoral and vaginal sensitivity. 

At that information, Rena's eyes widened. She had patiently endured everything so far, all the humiliation, being almost an exhibit and the degrading comments from the vet. The new test was beyond all limits and beyond her tolerance. Leaning on her front legs, she tried to raise her head and face the vet. Her body wasn't for that, she was a fighter, she was fearless, she wasn't going to be subjected to an orgasm for the sake of it and....

“Here we go!”

Rena squealed, her walls throbbing and clenching. Her anus mimicked the same movement, overwhelmed by the sudden feeling. Her back arched, her lungs opened and her pulse skyrocketed. A sensation of heat radiated from the area, making her spade ultra-sensitive to the point even the movement of the air bothered her. Gasping, her eyes could only see blurry, a wave of wetness descending from her womanhood.

“Orgasm in ten seconds,” the vet informed them, proud. “Very good mark.”
“Are you done yet?” Samuel asked, his hands behind his back, shaking with nervousness.
“Yes, you can put her down now.”

At first Rena almost fell. Her legs wobbled, almost losing her balance. Her vulva was still throbbing, her clit was hard. She was about to cry. She felt dirty, used... and delighted. Feeling her walls slowly recovering, she longed to be full. She wanted that feeling again and hated herself for it.

“Well, bring it back in four months. We'll see if we can beat that mark.”
“Four? I thought it was an annual check-up.”
“That’s for bitches over three years old. Didn't a colleague explain it to you? We keep a closer eye on the youngsters.”

Samuel glanced at Rena, the biggest sorrow in his eyes. Rena made a groan of defeat, feeling even more miserable. The vet watched both with a big smile on his face, growing wider after noticing Rena’s tail wagging slightly. No trace of doubt, the next visit would be interesting for all of them.

THE END