###WARNING###
This collaboration contains a scene of violent cub rape
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Dr. Walters owned and played by me
Jake and Louis owned and played by Mizzyam
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“Dad… I don’t wanna go to the Doctor.” Jake’s timid, quiet voice barely reached his father’s ears as both rabbits approached the pediatrician’s clinic.
“Why not? There’s plenty to do in the waiting room, and if you’re very good, Doctor Fargusen will give you a treat.” This was the usual routine, whenever Louis had to bring his eight-year-old son in for his yearly check-up. Jake’s fear of the Doctor had started six years ago, the second time he was given his immunization shots after being born. The needles had struck an instant fear in him, and the injections themselves had only solidified that fear; Jake had to be carried back to the car that day, crying and sniffling and burying his face in Louis’ shoulder.
“I don’t like Doctor Fargusen, he’s old and scary,” Jake complained, clinging to his father’s arm in trepidation. “And his treats taste awful.”
“Now Jake, that’s not a very nice thing to say,” Louis replied in a familiar tone that told Jake he was being impolite. “Doctor Fargusen may be old, but he’s a very nice beaver. I mean… okay, maybe his treats taste a little like tree bark, but he’s very sensible. He knows what he’s doing and he wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”
Jake frowned. “But—but what if he tries to give me a needle again? I hate needles… Can’t we just go home? Please?”
“You’ve already had your shots, Jake. This is just a check-up to make sure you’re nice and healthy. Don’t you want to know if you’re nice and healthy?”
His son’s brows furrowed unhappily, but he said nothing more as Louis led him inside the clinic and toward the front desk in the waiting room.
Behind the desk which came up to just above Jake’s eyes, sat a middle-aged female raccoon. The receptionist was talking on the phone from what the young rabbit could see standing on his toes and holding onto the edge of the desktop for support. He still hung tightly to his father with his free arm, while his pleading, bright blue eyes looked around nervously.
Louis waited patiently for the receptionist to finish with her call, greeting her with a friendly nod when their eyes met.
Charlotte hung up the phone and smiled up at the older white rabbit. “How can I help you, sir?”
“We’re here for my son’s eleven o’clock appointment to see Doctor Farguson. Little guy needs his check-up,” Louis answered, giving Jake’s head a light pat.
Jake blinked unevenly at the pat and gave the receptionist a pitiful look, in some way hoping to seek her pity and get out of this arrangement.
“Aww, what a sweet little thing,” Charlotte cooed kindly before redirecting her attention to his father. “I’m afraid Doctor Farguson has a family emergency and had to sign out early today.” Jake’s eyes lit up at the hope that he might not have to go through with the visit, but it was summarily dashed as the receptionist continued. “But we were able to call in a temporary replacement on short notice. He’s new to town, but he comes highly recommended. His name is Doctor Walters.”
“That’ll be fine, thank-you,” Louis answered.
“Wonderful. I’ll let him know you’re here. You can take a seat in the waiting room.”
“Thank-you.” Louis turned and started toward the waiting room when his arm suddenly refused to follow. He turned his head and looked down to see the young buck staring up at him, fear clear as day on his face. 
He sighed and kneeled down to Jake’s height to look at him eye to eye. “I know you’re afraid of strangers Jake, but you’ll never get over it if you always run away and hide. And look on the bright side you won’t have to see that old beaver today. You might even get a treat that doesn’t taste like cardboard.” Louis smiled warmly at Jake, hoping to boost his confidence enough to gain his cooperation. “And I’ll be right here nearby if you need me, okay? Now where’s that brave little bunny I know, hm?”
As always, Jake’s father had a way of washing away his fears and even making him smile despite himself.
“That’s the spirit!” Louis applauded, giving the buck’s head a loving rub-down.
Jake giggled in response and writhed under his fluffy assault until he yielded and scooped up Jake’s paw in his to walk over to the nearest seat. His son almost immediately slipped out of his grip and ran ahead to catch the seat closest to the bin of toys. By the time Louis had claimed his seat, Jake was fiddling with a stuffed bunny doll. His smile had faded but the doll seemed to act as a suitable distraction.
The short wait for their turn with the doctor began, and Jake could feel the fearful anticipation in the trembling of his slumped ears as they tickled the back of his neck.

A sharp squeal came from somewhere beyond the bright blue door leading from the waiting room into the doctor’s domain. It was subsequently followed by sobs and more shrieking. Dr. Walters checked the door to the exam room to make sure it was locked up. The otter girl's father was back in the waiting room cringing at the sounds he was hearing from what he guessed was her getting a series of flu vaccines. However, the doctor's intentions weren't quite so noble.
“Shhhhh… It's gonna be ok. We have to do this…”
“Stop it!”
“Shhhhhh, it's for your own good.”
The doctor was saying what you might expect to a child getting a shot, but with an evil smirk as his fingers were inserted deeply into her little slit. She was strapped down to the examination table, thrashing in those restraints as she was molested shamelessly by the horny fox. He licked his lips as he felt around inside that little cunt, but he didn't really have the time to stop the bleeding if he took it any further.
He leaned down to the thrashing girl's ear, speaking so low that his voice came through the door muffled; nobody could hear what he was actually saying.
“If daddy asks you, I gave you a shot and it hurt. I have your address, and if you tell anyone about this I'll come to your house and cut you open; and keep you alive long enough to eat your own guts, got it?”
There was a shocked silence after that, and after a few more minutes the otter girl exited the room, eyes wide in terror, not even looking at her father as they both headed out the door, tears drenching her fluffy cheeks. The clerk called the next name; and the next; and soon, there were only two cubs left in the room; Jake, and a little squirrel toddler. He was busy playing with some toys in the corner as one more fox cub ran sobbing through the front door, his father running after him into the parking lot.

The wait had been the worst part about this visit so far. In his paws, the doll that used to be distracting him was writhing in a simulated anguish that reflected Jake’s own as he cringed and twitched with every wailing sound that emitted from behind the big blue door at the far end of the waiting room. Each shriek and sob sent chills up and down the poor buck’s spine and made his skin crawl. He could only imagine what horrific things were taking place behind the bright, colorful door.
Louis occasionally gave Jake a comforting pat on the back; his silent attempts to sooth his son’s rising tension. However, even his father cringed once or twice at the particularly loud cries. He’d been around the block plenty of times, sitting in waiting rooms listening to crying cubs, but there seemed to be a particularly unhappy group of patients today. Even he was having trouble handling it. Dealing with his own son’s problems had made him acutely protective of the young ones, and the sound of a cub in distress set off an instinct in him that he had to consciously resist. 
When the first cub walked through the blue door, Jake visibly stiffened as his eyes widened and watched the terrified otter girl exit the building. A knot suddenly formed in his throat and he had to consciously choke it down. The small white rabbit started trembling now as Louis scooted closer to wrap his arm around the boy’s shoulders and hug him close. It didn’t abate the tremors, but Jake desperately sought the comfort of his father’s warmth.
Jake’s fears grew with each cub that entered that door and came back crying after an agonizingly long episode of screaming and sobbing.
By the time the last patient came through the door running and crying so loudly his ears rung, what little of Jake’s obedience that remained, snapped like a twig.
“Daddy, I changed my mind!” Jake squeaked, struggling to keep his composure and avoid sympathy tears for the other cubs. It was a trial just to keep his voice down, instead of shouting out loud. “I want to go home!”
His father’s shirt was balled up in the terrified buck’s shaking fists as he stared pleadingly up at Louis, his eyes threatening to flood with tears. The sight of it made the older rabbit’s ears wilt in concern; when Jake fell back to calling him Daddy, it meant he was exceptionally scared. He had to calm his son somehow and get this whole ordeal over with today or they would only have to repeat this all over again tomorrow; it was for his son’s own good.
Wrapping his arms tightly around Jake’s body, Louis burrowed his face against his head and whispered assurances.
“Shhh, Jake… It’s okay. I know you’re scared, but we have to get this over with. I need you to be brave, okay? You’re only going in there for a check-up. He’s just going to run some very simple tests to make sure you’re healthy, that’s all. No needles, I promise you. Now…”
Louis kissed the top of Jake’s head and held him close, rocking him slowly as he ran a paw gently down the backs of his ears. “It’ll be over before you know it. Can you be brave for me, Jake?”
Jake sat quietly, waiting for the trembling to subside as his father’s soothing ritual helped him to regain some of his composure. His nose still twitched sporadically with every breath, and the lump in his throat kept threatening to rise again, but as always Louis’ powers of encouragement relieved the turmoil that had dug deep into his chest.
Only when Jake’s breathing had returned to normal did Louis loosen his hold on Jake and move away. Naturally the young buck was disappointed when it had to end, but he had to focus on maintaining his composure now, for his father’s benefit. Nonetheless, to make up for the loss of his father’s warm embrace, Jake hugged his own shoulders.
“I—I’ll try, Dad.” Jake mumbled finally before falling silent to await the moment when his name would be called.

The time was winding down towards evening when the last patient before the little white bunny was called upon. The little squirrel toddler was led back into the office by the nurse, and after the initial examination was complete, Walters stepped out of his office across from the little rodent’s room, turning to look down the hallway at his last patient for the day, raising his eyebrows as he locked eyes with the little bunny.
Being a predator species, he instinctively caught on to the bunny's fear. He cleared his throat to hide a chuckle, knowing that different instincts were being triggered in the little bunny and that his conscious mind would have to fight against his nature to flee. If only the little guy knew just how right he was to be afraid.
The doctor kept one paw in his pocket at all times, pulling his pants forward just enough to hide his erection. His appetite for cute cub ass was insatiable, and the experience he'd had in the past taught him the know-how to change his identity at just the right time to avoid raising suspicion before he had already moved to another clinic, and his threats were almost always enough to keep the victims quiet.
The doctor gave Jake a quick wink before disappearing into the first room. After some muffled voices, the little squirrel was being led to the back room sniffling, trying to hang onto his daddy's paw as the older squirrel was heading back to the waiting room.
“Daddy I don't want a shot! I don't want a shot!”
The older squirrel knelt down and gave a few muffled but obviously consoling words to his son, before standing up to walk away. Dr. Walters took the boy by the arm, eyes traveling up and down the toddler's small body, imagining to himself how soft it was going to feel against him. His eyes shifting to Jake across the hallway; bunnies were much softer. He made a quick adjustment to his pants to make sure his hard-on was properly hidden from view.
The little squirrel cried louder as he was pulled by his wrist into the exam room in the back.
“Nooooo! Nooooooo!”
Dr. Walters smiled outwardly warmly as he looked down at the little rodent, appearing to try to console him again.
“Shhhh, it'll be alright. Just one quick prick and it'll be over before you know it.”
The little squirrel continued to protest as he was coaxed with a small amount of force into the back room. He was already crying uncontrollably as his father made his way back to the waiting room and sat down, sighing in guilt but knowing he HAD to allow his boy to be taken back to get the shot, but feeling rather bad about it nonetheless.
After about half a minute, a sharp scream came from the back room again, and the usual distress that had been heard throughout everyone's visit began, the little squirrel begging the doctor to stop over the fake words of encouragement and comfort.

Jake watched quietly, trying to remain calm, as the last patient and his father were called upon and led to the blue door. They passed by, Jake and the little squirrel making eye contact long enough to register one another’s distress. As the toddler and his dad walked through the blue door and into the doctor’s office, the little white buck stared fixated and wide-eyed. The lump in his throat formed again, and as he waited for the door to swing shut again, he was tasked with trying to swallow it.
After almost thirty seconds, Jake realized the door wasn’t closing. He hadn’t registered the nurse propping it open temporarily.
With the door open, Jake could see all the way to the room at the back. The doctor’s office was to the left of the blue door and another room to the right. 
The beige walls and tiled floor didn’t seem all that intimidating, but Jake still couldn’t get the rising knot out of his throat as he watched the doctor step out of his office.
He turned to look at Jake and the buck was suddenly stricken with a new wave of terror. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as they met the fox’s. Doctor Walters then winked and walked into the other room, but by then the terror had already reached critical heights. Jake’s ears trembled violently and the muscles in his legs twitched anxiously, causing his foot to slap the floor sporadically.
“Jake…” Louis’ whispered in concern. He’d noticed the telltale signs of a textbook fight-or-flight response, and he didn’t have to toss a coin to know which action his son was about to make. But before he could reach a paw out to calm him, the little buck leapt to his feet. “Jake!”
Leaping to his feet as well, Louis wrapped both arms around Jake with experienced precision and hoisted him backwards off of his feet before he could slip away. The older buck dropped back into the chair, holding a terror-striken cub in his arms. Jake squirmed and struggled, panting frantically from the exertion as Louis held firm and struggled to calm him down.
“Jake—Jake! Calm do—calm down!” Louis grunted. Jake wasn’t very strong, but his thrashing made keeping him in place difficult. “It’s okay, just—just calm down!”
“He’s a fox!” Jake squeaked, barely able to make a sound. “You didn’t say he was a fox!”
“I didn’t know, now settle down!” Hoisting the tiring buck up off his lap, Louis sat him back down in his seat and held him there in a comforting embrace. “Look Jake, I—“
“I don’t like foxes, they’re scary!” Jake whined helplessly, even as his father began efforts to sooth his troubled body. “I—I can’t do this, Daddy, I can’t!”
“Shhh…” Louis soothed, sweeping a paw down the backs of Jake’s trembling ears in slow, even motions for the second time now. “Just stay come, hon. It’ll be okay, I promise.”
As his father held him, soothing and whispering assurances, Jake could feel his terror slowly slipping away again, like waking from a bad dream. He was still scared, wanted to be scared, had every reason he could think of to be scared, but Louis’ gentle stroking and encouraging words sucked away the fear and anxiety, until just the tremors from his previous exertions remained.
Once Jake had settled down, Louis pulled away slightly and raised a paw to cradle Jake’s snout as he directed it up to face him. “Everything will be okay, Jake. I’ll be right here for you. And if the big bad fox tries to eat you, he’ll have to get through me, first.” He smiled down at Jake, hoping to encourage one from Jake in response.
A small, fragile smile formed on Jake’s face before he burrowed his face into Louis’ chest. Sighing wearily, he rubbed the timid bunny’s back.
“Jake?” Louis and Jake both looked up to see the nurse smiling down at them. “The doctor will see you now.”
The nurse motioned toward the blue door which had since closed sometime during Jake’s fit. As soon as Jake saw the door a chill ran up his spine, but Louis was there immediately to sooth it out. With his arms still enveloping his son, he lifted him out of the chair slowly.
Right away he could tell Jake’s apprehension was returning by the sluggishness in his feet, the increased breathing rate, and his racing heartbeat. But Louis held fast and inched him toward the door slowly; all the while the cries of the previous patient in the final moments of his appointment echoing through the solid oak door. It didn’t make the task of approaching any easier.
The wailing had died down by the time they reached the door, at which point it opened and a tear-stained and trembling, wide-eyed toddler was being carried away in his father’s arms. Jake followed them with his eyes as they passed, but the little squirrel refused to make eye-contact. Meanwhile behind them the doctor stood, looking kind and unthreatening. 
Jake swallowed again, but the lump refused to acknowledge it. Wide-eyed terror glistened in his eyes as he stared intently, almost obsessively, at the fox’s sharp teeth, trimmed and filed claws, swishing tail, and his eyes. The poor buck couldn’t even manage to make eye-contact for more than an instant; long enough to know Doctor Walters was staring at him with keen interest.
Still holding Jake firmly, Louis addressed the doctor. “Doctor Walters, it’s nice to meet you. This is Jake. Jake, say hello.” The young buck bit his lips and shook his head. “Ah… sorry, he’s very shy around folks of your… er, nature.” He didn’t want to say outright that Jake was terrified of foxes. “We’re just here for his annual check-up; the quicker the better. He’s wound up pretty tight right now, I’m afraid he may be a bit of a handful.”
Louis promptly released Jake and kneeled down beside him, to bring them face to face. “You be good, okay? For me. I’ll be right here.” When he received the tiniest bob of Jake’s head, he leaned forward a little and nuzzled his snout and patted him on the head before standing up again.
Dr. Walters nodded at Louis' explanation.
“So I've heard.”
Being so close to such a terrified little bunny, his own instincts were whispering in his ear to pounce and eat. Instead he smiled warmly and gestured for the two rabbits to enter the first room, followed by the nurse. He followed the group in, paws in his pockets, having saved his burning desires to fully rape the last little cub; saving himself for this last patient. He took a seat across the room from Jake as the Nurse began routinely taking his vitals, showing a very elevated heart rate as expected.
Dr. Walters desired greatly to just walk over and touch the little bunny, even right in front of his father. He had to fight to hide the lust in his eyes, and continued to use his pockets and lean his body in a way that hid his erection for the little cub. The last thing the fox wanted was to lose this opportunity to fully abuse such a cute and timid lapine for his own twisted pleasures.
“So, Jake, I hear you're afraid of foxes. It was kind of hard not to.”
He chuckled slightly and shrugged with a warm smile on his face, having spent plenty of time learning how parents and cubs reacted to his facial expressions. He had run across all kinds of prey and predator species.
“It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Your instincts are simply telling you of a potential threat in me, which is to be expected. Over time though, you'll learn to better rationalize those instincts; understand them, and control your responses to them. And hey, just being brave enough to stay in the same room with me has earned you some candy on your way out.”
Dr. Walters gave one more wink to the little bunny before addressing Louis.
“...And now the bad news. We've had a new strain of flu in the air recently. Several cubs have come in here with it in the past few days. I'm afraid I AM going to have to vaccinate Jake from this new strain. It's pretty nasty for someone his age. All the cubs coming in here today were vaccinated. I'll have to take him to the exam room to run a few tests to make sure it's not too late for the vaccine to be effective, and catch it before it starts causing symptoms.”

Both rabbits entered the room Doctor Walters had gestured towards, one far more reluctantly than the other. Louis was practically forcing Jake forward with each step as the boy tried to push himself backwards, desiring nothing less than be nowhere near the doctor or the nurse or even this building. His father’s disarming qualities were the only thing preventing another outburst.
They were so close to the doctor now that Jake’s nostrils were flooded with the fox’s scent, and it took every bit of strength he had just keep from bursting into tears like all the other cubs had. But they had come in for shots, this would just be a check-up. The trembling buck tried to rationalize it, make it seem like less of a big deal.
Once Louis neared the bed with the sanitary paper strung across the cushions he turned Jake around with practiced paws, crouched and picked him up. The paper crinkled under Jake’s shorts as his father sat him down. Louis started to pull away but Jake, fearing the lack of contact, grabbed his father’s arms and clung to them as he looked up at him with eyes threatening to flood with tears.
“It’s okay, Jake,” he whispered as the doctor entered behind them.
Jake’s ears tensed and wilted as far as they could when Doctor Walters openly stated the buck’s fear, a wave of embarrassment washing over him despite the doctor’s reassuring words. Even the promise of candy afterwards didn’t make him feel better. Feeling ashamed of his irrational fear, he let go of his father’s arms to hug himself as the older buck stepped back and the nurse stepped in.
Jake stewed silently as the nurse went about her cursory examination, prying one of Jake’s arms free long enough to wrap it with the heart-rate monitor. Jake’s pulse was still unsettlingly high, despite the nurse’s attempts to calm him down and get an accurate reading, but the fox just being in the room kept him on edge; he watched the doctor out of the corner of his eye as the nurse checked the insides of his ears.
Things took a sudden turn though, when the doctor started talking about a flu. Jake’s ears perked up immediately, and Louis felt a sense a dread as his gaze jumped to Jake.
“Daddy…” Jake whimpered, gripping the cushions. “Y—you said…”
Louis’ snout scrunched up as he cringed and turned his attention to the doctor. “You don’t say…” The older buck leaned closer to the doctor so Jake couldn’t hear. “Look, I promised him he wouldn’t be getting a needle today. He’s deathly afraid of them; it was hard enough making him stay put in the waiting room. Is there anything at all you can do to ease his mind?”

Dr. Walters places a paw on his chin, rubbing the end of his muzzle seemingly in deep in thought, while also watching the little bunny. He observed the cub’s terror at the mention of the shot and loved it. Though as much as he looked forward to frightening the little bunny out of his mind, getting the father on his side was going to be the first step. He nodded and tapped the nurse, whispering something in the doe's ear. She nodded promptly and stepped out of the room.
“I have an idea. But it may or may not work…”
A few seconds later, the nurse returned with a sleeping mask and stood in front of Jake to slip it on and cover his eyes.
“Not all rabbits, but some, find it much easier to calm down without so much visual stimulation. Plugging his nostrils might do more harm than good, so this is the next best thing.”
He watched the nurse slipped the blinding mask over Jake's head and motioned for Louis to lean in as he whispered.
“One more thing. It's probably difficult to tell through his fears, but does Jake do better watching the needle, or should the blinds stay on?”

Jake watched in worried silence as his father and the doctor spoke, straining to hear what they were saying. His lower jaw trembled as he waited, hoping it was going to be called off and he could go home and try to forget this whole ordeal. The pounding of his heart and quick breathing was making his chest hurt; by now his throat had gone dry and swallowing the throbbing lump in his throat was impossible.
The doctor suddenly motioned to the nurse and Jake’s grip on the cushion tightened. He watched fearfully as she left, expecting her to return with the object that was filling him with dread ever since the doctor mentioned it. The buck’s muscles tensed in terrified anticipation, envisioning that pointy implement, razor sharp and gleaming.
By the time the nurse returned, Jake’s entire body was trembling visibly. It was to his immense relief when he saw she wasn’t bringing a needle. Instead, it was some small blue thing that looked a little like a pair of sunglasses. She brought it over and started to bring it down over his head, but Jake cautiously inched back at first. The nurse wasn’t going to take a no for an answer, though. Re-adjusting, she pulled the strap down over the backs of his ears and pulled the cover over his eyes.
Everything immediately went dark and Jake stiffened anxiously. With his ears pressed against the back of his neck, his hearing was limited. He had to rely mostly on smell, which made him focus on the fox’s scent; he didn’t like it at all. The buck desperately sniffed around, searching for his father’s scent.
“D—Daddy?!” Jake whined helplessly.
“It’s okay, I’m here Jake,” Louis replied, having watched the whole thing with silent concern. 
Even he wasn’t sure how Jake would handle blind-folding. The last time such a thing even occurred was during one of his birthdays, when they had brought in a piñata. When it was Jake’s turn the spinning had made him disoriented and he was only able to swing the stick three times before he dropped it and started crying.
Right now though, Louis could see an imperceptible change in Jake’s body language. His trembling had subsided and his breathing had slowed a bit. Even with his ears stuck under the strap, they twitched attentively. His son was focusing more on his sense of hearing and smell, and was seeking out his father. Concentrating on what he could hear and smell in a way that superseded his fears. For the moment it appeared to be distracting him.
“Could you free his ears?” he asked of the nurse; she complied without a word, and as soon as Jake’s ears were free they shot upright at full attention. “Thank-you.”
Louis turned his attention back to the doctor again, lowering his voice. “The last time Jake had his needles, we had to hold him down. I covered his eyes with my paw at one point; that ended up being the least troublesome visit we’ve had. I didn’t think of it at the time, but the blinding may be what did it. But he’ll still be scared, I think. You’ll have to be careful handling him.”
“Daddy…”
“I’m still here, Jake,” Louis answered, loud enough that his son could hear.
Dr. Walters watched Jake intently as the nurse slipped on the blind-fold, watching his body-language as well, and picks up on the improvement just as Louis does. He tapped his muzzle as he watched, more than happy to help pacify the little bunny as much as possible, and thus calm the father for the moment. He leaned in to listen to Louis as he nodded with fake concern for the cub's mental state, watching the little guy's nose twitch and take in the scents around him, including that of the predator; it was keeping him from relaxing entirely, as well as the anticipation of the shot.
“Ok, Jake, I want you to visualize a few things for me. Try to see them and hear them in your mind. Imagine being very tired, and laying down in your soft bed, wrapped comfortably in a warm, soft blanket. Think of a good song, something slow and soothing. Hear it in your mind. Lay in your bed and keep listening to the music and it'll be over before you know it.”
Dr. Walters leaned in one more time.
“Alright, hopefully he'll concentrate on that, and we'll get him in and out without too much fuss. And don't worry, I'm quite experienced dealing with struggling cubs. He's not the first and he certainly won't be the last. Now if you'll just help me get him to the back, I'll take it from there and you can head back to the waiting room.”
Dr. Walters stood up quietly and stepped lightly towards the door, trying to keep things quiet and calm for now, meanwhile grinning to himself as his back was turned to the father. He stepped out the door towards the examination room.

Listening to the doctor address him in that friendly voice made Jake’s skin crawl and he couldn’t understand why. Nonetheless, he tried to do as instructed. Imagining being tired was difficult with his still racing heart and constant muscle twitches begging him to flee, but he swallowed that urge as much as he could and tried to visualize his bed and his bedroom, the only place he ever felt safe.
Green was his favorite color and his parents had tailored his room to that end; striped green wallpaper in two shades, green like a rainforest and green the color of celery, his favorite snack. Toys of all kinds were always scattered around his room, but he always cleaned up his messes. Beside his bed there was a nightstand, which held his carrot-themed clock-radio. Jake tried to imagine music playing from it, but he couldn’t remember any of the lyrics so he hummed; both in his head and unsteadily under his breath.
His bed was very soft and always so warm and cozy with his bright green comforter; it had pictures of little bunnies scattered across its surface. As requested he pictured laying beneath it listening to music, trying very hard to forget he was here in this clinic.
Unfortunately all this was doing was making Jake want to go home even more. Squeezing his eyes shut to block out the fear, Jake shrank in on himself, hugging his legs to his chest on the table. He focused as hard as he could on the illusion in his mind, humming nervously to himself, but he just couldn’t get the fox’s scent out of his head.
Louis watched him from across the room for a moment, looking worried as he nodded to the doctor. “Thank-you… I’ll get him.”
The illusion was almost working when Louis stepped in, placing a paw on Jake’s back. “C’mon, son, time to get this over with, what d’ya say?”
Jake snapped out of his imaginary world and lifted his head, still blind. He automatically reached up to pull the blind-fold off, but Louis grabbed hold of his wrists gently and eased them back down.
“It’ll be better for you if you keep it on, I promise,” Louis explained. “Just keep thinking nice thoughts. Now come, I need you to move.”
With Jake’s little paw in his own, Louis helped him off the table and back onto the floor, where he almost fell. His legs felt rubbery, but his father insisted on proceeding forward. Jake moved very slowly, fearing he’d bump into something. He didn’t like the feeling of being blind; he wanted to see where he was going but Louis deterred his efforts to remove the blind-fold as they slowly exited the room, following the doctor to the back room.
“Daddy…”
“Shh… It’ll be fine. I’ll be in the waiting room if you need me, okay?”
“O—okay…”
In Jake’s mind it wasn’t okay at all. He didn’t want to leave his father’s side for even a moment; and being blind made him unsure of his surroundings. All his nose told him was that the doctor was somewhere in front of him.
There was a moment where Jake stumbled, and threw out a paw in search of a wall, but Louis caught him up in his arms before he could fall.
“I don’t wanna do this, Daddy…” Jake whined quietly to his father. “I wanna go home…”
“It’s okay, Jake. It’ll only take a few minutes. Then we can go and get some ice-cream, alright?”
The cub whimpered but didn’t answer as Louis led Jake into the room.
As Louis started to let go, Jake quickly grabbed a hold of him. “Jake… I need you to let go.” The little buck shook his head, forcing Louis to pry himself free. “Be brave, okay? I’m counting on you.” He cupped Jake’s head in his paws and nuzzled his son as lovingly as he could and released him.
The sudden absence of his father’s touch made Jake stumble forward in search of him, but the doctor’s firm paw stopped him.
“Everything will be okay, Jake,” Louis called to him as he walked back to the waiting room, struggling with urges of his own. The immensity of Jake’s terror was filling him with an unbearable need to protect him. But he’d have to deal with it, just as Jake would have to deal with his absence.
Jake heard the door close but still couldn’t see. The doctor had released him, and the poor buck was left disoriented, quivering on the spot and afraid to move. He wanted so badly to take the blind-fold off, but his father had told him not to.

The fox stood at the door, waiting and watching the helpless little bunny being helped and lightly forced towards the exam room. He cleared his throat lightly to stop a chuckle at the thought of the bunny's own father practically giving his son's body to a horny pedophile. He waited patiently for Jake to be left alone, a little surprised that he didn't have to spend much time coaxing the trusting father into leaving the room.
He grinned widely as the door shut and reached up, very silently turning the lock on the door just in case. Eyeing his catch with lustful eyes, he watched the bunny stand there lost and frightened, alone with what was quickly going to become his worst nightmare and trump any fear of needles for the rest of the little bunny's life.
He cleared his throat and addressed his new prey.
“Alright, Jake, I'm going to run a few exams to make sure you don't already have the flu. And if you're a good boy you'll get candy from me, ice-cream from your daddy, and you'll go home with your belly full of junk-food.”
He smirked, still eyeing the shuddering little cub with lust, no longer having to hide his needy bulge from concerned parents. He continued to speak softly, not yet ready to alarm the little boy; but oh, the time would come for that! He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when Jake REALLY had something to be afraid of.
“Alright, first, I'm going to need you to take off your clothes. So just stand right there and strip down to your fur, ok?”

The sound of the lock clicking reached Jake’s ears, but he couldn’t identify the sound so he disregarded it. He turned his head left and right sniffing worriedly as he tried to discern where the doctor was. It wasn’t until he spoke that Jake realized he was somewhere to his right; the tone in his voice sent another chill down his spine, as if it was sinister even though it came out sounding kind and friendly.
Still stuck on the spot, afraid to move, Jake listened to the doctor issuing his instructions. He stood there for a moment before it registered. Doctor Walters wanted him to remove his clothes? This prospect made Jake retreat a few steps and cringe.
“A—all my clothes? But w—why?” Jake stammered, as he always did when he became incredibly uncomfortable.
Jake gripped his shirt nervously, as if it might fly away. “C—can I at l—least take off the blind-f—fold?” As he asked he started to reach up to them with trembling paws.

The bunny was afraid to remove his clothes. Dr. Walters grins widely at that, seeing that this was going to be just as fun as he expected once he revealed his sinister intentions to his prey.
“You'll only have to remove them for a little while. It's the best way to check for certain signs that you may be getting sick, and I'll be quick so you can put them back on.”
He watched with anticipation as the little white bunny gripped his shirt, starting to comply, still trusting his doctor just enough to get things started. At Jake's next question, he realized that the blindfold must have been working wonders if Jake hadn't gone into a panic by now. He took great care not to raise any red flags just yet.
“I'll let you take it off soon, but not now. It'll help you concentrate on your soft bed and soothing music. I'll help you get around the room when I need you to. Now please, take off your clothes for me.”
The doctor completes his thoughts silently in his mind: Take off your clothes so I can get a good look at that forbidden, sexy little body, my little frightened prey.

The anxious buck frowned and lowered his paws slowly when the doctor denied his request. Much as he didn’t want to obey, he didn’t want to upset his father even more than he already had. Even the embarrassment of stripping was overruled by his obedience. Barely.
Swallowing the sizeable lump of fear still wedged in his throat, Jake gripped the front of his shirt again. They trembled in place before he could summon the courage to pull it up and over his head, taking care not to dislodge the blind-fold. After a moment it fell free and Jake scrunched it up against his chest, feeling wholly uncomfortable.
“I don’t—” Jake rasped. He swallowed a bit of saliva to moisten his dry throat and tried again. “I don’t f—feel…” He couldn’t finish the sentence and he couldn’t motivate himself to proceed further. Jake just stood on the spot, hugging the shirt tightly.
Dr. Walters slowly rubbed the bulge in his pants as he watched the cute little cub slowly undress for him, that fluffy white tummy and chest exposed. The horny fox lapped it up with his lustful eyes. He was certainly in no hurry. As long as Jake was not screaming yet, his father would know he hadn't gotten the shot.
“Take your time, little bunny. Undress as s… slowly as… ahem!”
The fox caught himself, quickly hiding the growing lust in his voice, though pretty certain the little bunny might not catch onto it.
“Oh, excuse me. Thought I had to sneeze. Just take your time. I'll wait for you.”
As much as the raging hard-on in his pants was begging him to pounce the little bunny and drive it into that tiny little tail-hole, he resolved to simply wait and enjoy the oblivious strip-tease he was presented with.

That hadn’t been the response Jake was hoping for. And the tone of the doctor’s voice wasn’t helping to relieve any of the buck’s apprehension. His clothing might as well have been a security blanket for how unwilling he was to part with it. But the longer he took in doing as the doctor said, the longer he’d have to be here. And as much as he wanted to put off getting the needle for as long as possible, he didn’t want to spend a moment longer with the fox than he had to.
Swallowing again to moisten his throat, Jake hesitantly dropped the shirt at his feet. Pushing it ahead of him slightly with one foot he started on his shorts, agonizingly slowly despite trying to get it over with quickly. His paws fumbled blindly with the draw strings, loosening the neat little bow carefully.
After that there wasn’t much left he could do to stall the inevitable. He could feel his face, hot and blushing, as he started to lower his shorts and underwear, covering his privates with one paw as he worked the shorts low enough that they fell of their own accord. Both paws then assumed the task of hiding his nether-region and covering his chest as he awkwardly shook one foot loose and then the other.
He suddenly felt a lot colder and exposed, shivering as much from the cool air now as the fear and embarrassment. Jake’s jaw quivered as he stood there quietly, exposed and naked in front of someone he couldn’t even see; but then, maybe that was for the best. The poor buck didn’t think he could handle seeing the world as it stood right now. At least with the blind-fold it was only touch and sound. And smell… The fox’s scent was beginning to take on a weird musky odor.
The doctor waited patiently, taking in the sight of the blind and scared little bunny, continuing to rub that bulge in his pants as he waited for Jake to realize he had no choice but to comply. Of course, he was ready to use force if the little bunny decided ice-cream and candy was too small a bribe for what he had to put himself through.
As Jake began ever so slowly loosening the ropes around his waistband, The fox had to stop himself, pulling his paw away from his bulge. He resolved not to over-stimulate himself or he would either blow a load in his pants, or become too eager and pounce the bunny before he was in place.
He opened his mouth slowly to hide his hastened breaths as the little bunny reveals that tiny sheath to him, those undeveloped fluffy balls, that undoubtedly super-tight hole under his tail. He didn't get a very good look at the boy's naughty bits, only a brief glimpse, but it didn't matter. Soon he wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.
The eager fox stepped over to the bunny and placed a paw against the soft fur on Jake's back, nudging him insistently but not overly forcefully towards the examination table.
“Alright then Jake, let me help you up onto the examination table, and we'll get started.” Get started indeed...

Jake sensed motion nearby before he felt the paw on his back, at which point he squeaked in surprise, tensing against the pressure on his back as it started pushing him forwards. The buck groaned inwardly as he was moved in the direction of the examination table. His feet slid a few times on the tile floor as Jake both resisted the forward momentum and reached out with one arm to feel for the table.
They didn’t move far before Jake’s paw grazed the side of the cold table. As soon as he made contact he lurched forward and clung to it, as though it was the only reliable means of stability in his blind world. Jake was gulping every few seconds now. His throat remained dry and irritated and speaking was difficult.
“C—Can I please take off the b—blind-fold now? Please?” Jake whined leaning on the table with both arms to stay upright. His shivering had developed into trembling now as he felt the moment nearing.
“…Please?” His ears quivered erratically, unable to handle the mixed emotions of fear and embarrassment, while his fluffy white tail was as close to being between his legs as it could be.

The doctor pressed his paw into Jake's back, loving how he tensed in fear as he watched him lock those legs, resisting the forward movement and finally grabbing onto the table. His first plea to remove the mask was ignored as Dr. Walters was watching that little tail as it tucked itself so tightly over that little bunny hole in such a cute way. Then, as Jake nervously uttered the magic word, the fox snapped out of his near-trance and reached down to scoop up Jake's legs, using his other arm to lift the bunny at the shoulders, hoisting the little rabbit up and placing him on his back on the exam table.
“Not yet, Jake. Just a little longer and I'll let you take it off. You won't have to walk anymore with the blindfold on, ok?”
With Jake placed on the table that many cubs had already come to fear, the fox moved to a counter. He picked up a ring-gag and placing the straps in his paws, a precaution to make sure he wouldn't be placing his fingers inside the frightened little bunny's mouth. He was sure Jake probably wouldn't resort to biting at the moment, but all it took was one time with a biter for the fox to learn his lesson.
“Open your mouth, please…”

Jake yelped in surprise when the doctor suddenly scooped him up off the floor and placed him on the cold table. The bunny’s back arched against the chilled surface as his shyness quickly returned. Covering himself again with his paws, the buck trembled visibly, feeling a terrible sense of dread and helplessness.
As he laid stiffly on the table his ears twitched, listening intently to the sounds of motion as the doctor answered. The disappointment in being denied again was dampened by the prospect of no longer having to navigate blindly.
Laying on his back, Jake could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly as his heart pounded. His nose was flared and twitching sporadically as the scent of the fox had begun to turn bitter and foul.
The smell grew even stronger when Doctor Walters returned, and Jake struggled not to take in the odor. He didn’t like it one bit, and it was clear by the scrunched up look on his face.
When the doctor instructed him to open his mouth, Jake shook his head and turned his head away. He didn’t know what implement the fox was going to put in there, and he didn’t want to find out; breathing through his mouth was the only way to avoid that increasingly musky odor.

The doctor moved around to Jake's side, closer to his head just to be away from those naturally strong legs. Ready to neutralize his other defense, he hovered over the little bunny's head with the ring-gag, ready for any opportunity to force it into Jake's muzzle. His lips folded back into a grin as he got ready to start the show.
“Alright, Jake, you can take off that blind-fold now.”
He stood at the bunny's face, ring-gag ready to be forced inside as SOON as Jake opened his muzzle up to scream or call out. Jake's first image upon removing the mask would be a toothy grin as the fox dropped his nice-guy act.
“We're doing this, whether you let me or not…”

Jake flinched as he sensed Doctor Walters moving closer. He subconsciously shifted a few inches away, but the edge of the table stopped him from getting very far. The fox’s musky smell was overpowering now; it was beginning to form cracks in his makeshift dam between himself and his instincts to flee. The buck could already feel the familiar twinges in his leg muscles.
When the doctor finally gave him permission to remove the blind-fold, Jake’s paws started to rise eagerly to the occasion, but they felt short of his mask and hesitated. The doctor’s tone wasn’t sounding very friendly anymore. It fact, it was starting to scare the buck. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see the fox again.
What the doctor said next made Jake stiffen in fear. It wasn’t so much what he said, as the way he said it. All the kindness in his voice was suddenly gone.
It was enough to set Jake’s heart racing again as his moment of hesitation receded and he continued to reach up for the mask.
“W—what?” Jake inquired shakily, dreading what the fox could have meant.
Gripping the blind-fold, Jake finally felt a moment of relief as he pulled it off. It didn’t last long though. As soon as the blind-fold came off, his eyes were assaulted by the brightly lit room. And as his eyes slowly and painfully adjusted to the light, the doctor suddenly cast a shadow over the buck’s head. Jake squinted up at him, to see his face.
Almost immediately he wished he hadn’t. The look of villainous glee on Doctor Walters’ face made Jake’s heart skip a beat. That look on the fox’s face instantly kicked his survival instincts into gear. The buck’s legs jerked and spasmed involuntarily as he frantically rolled away from the doctor, struggling to get off the table as he opened his mouth to call out for his father.

The doctor could tell this little bunny was about to lose every bit of calm he had left in him, and positioned himself to control the little bunny's inevitable struggles as necessary. He grinned wider, enjoying the terror he was putting in that 8-year-old mind. His pre already began to leak as he thought of all the ways he was going to scar the poor bunny for life.
The doctor followed Jake's face with the ring-gag as he rolled away and as soon as that muzzle opened he shoved the top half of the ring under those buck teeth. He pulled against his upper jaw to both keep him from getting off the table—even if it meant hanging him by his upper jaw—before pulling him back onto the table and forcing his mouth open so he could shove the bottom portion of the ring in place.
He fought Jake's struggles, making sure those screams couldn’t form any actual words with the ring-gag as he pressed his side down on Jake's chest and wrapped the straps around behind the squirming bunny's head. His top priority was to get that ring-gag secured in Jake's muzzle.

“Da--!” Jake started the shout, but before he could form the word, the doctor snared him with the device he was holding, halting his forward momentum and cutting off his cry.
The taste of metal filled Jake’s mouth after the ring had been jammed in behind his bucked teeth. He was teetering on the edge of the table, inches from escape, but it lasted only for a moment before he was jerked backwards. His paws leapt up to his jaw in desperation, trying to pull the foreign object out of his mouth, too terrified to even think of its purpose.
Jake issued another scream as he was pinned down and man-handled with ruthless precision. He tried over and over to call for his father as the doctor forced the ring into place, but all he could produce was “Da-eeeh!”. And further begging for help was futile; “Helk!” was all the sound he could produce.
Whatever Doctor Walters had put in his mouth, it forced his jaws open painfully. With his tongue flapping around trying helplessly to form words, the poor buck was already coming to a horrific conclusion. The cries that rung in his own ears now, reflected those of all the other cubs he’d heard before him.
Tears began to well up in Jake’s eyes, forcing him to squint and blink just to see. The doctor then put his weight on Jake’s chest even as the buck thrashed about frantically, kicking the table with his heels and grasping at the doctor, desperately searching for enough purchase to mount a resistance.
He tried scratching and hitting with his flailing arms, but his claws were dull and his strength quickly draining. He was completely helpless and despite all his kicking and screaming Doctor Walters swiftly forced the straps around the back of his head, almost pinning Jake’s ears down in the process. All the buck could do was shake his head left and right as hard as he could, shouting and struggling as much as possible, but no matter how much noise he made no one was going to come; the sad realization turned his cries into pitiful shuddering sobs.
He was wishing he’d never taken off the blind-fold, now.

Dr. Walters grins toothily as he buckled the strap in place, watching the helpless bunny desperately attempting to remove it. He flinched once as the boy's claws aimed at him, just for an instant wishing he had remembered to put those gloves on Jake's paws to prevent being swiped by sharp cub claws, but chuckled softly as he felt only a slight discomfort from the boy’s recently clipped claws, and even that wasn't going to be a problem for much longer.
With the ring-gag in place he turned his attention to those paws, forcing them one at a time behind the back of the exam table. Sounds of clinking chains echoed behind those cries for help as he strapped one and then the other leather cuff onto Jake's wrists, tightly binding his arms above his head.
He spoke softly so that only Jake could hear him, apart from the false concern that had been heard during his prior examinations.
“You should have run when you had the chance.”
Finally, he came to the bunny's last defense. Slipping off of Jake's chest, he moved behind his head and grabbed his ankles one at a time, pulling them back towards him. He reached below the table, and produced two more leather cuffs, securing the terrified bunny's legs. The only thing Jake could do was move them side to side, and the tightness of the chains on his arms would keep him from rolling off the table in his current position.
Soon, the final cuff was buckled into place and Jake was completely helpless, unable to call for help and unable to fight back; just trapped and bound, naked and vulnerable, and completely at the doctor's mercy.

Even through tear-filled eyes, that look the fox gave him filled Jake with unimaginable terror. Unable to tear his gaze away, Jake immediately reached up to the gag, panting and whining open-mouthed, as he struggled helplessly to unclip it. His paws fumbled across the straps, trying to get a grip on it, even reaching behind toward where it had been bound.
He didn’t even have a chance to find the clip before the fox snatched his paws tightly by the wrist, one-by-one forcing them up over his head, despite Jake’s full-bodied thrashing, and binding them in place so tightly that Jake whined as he secured each wrist.
His cheeks were soaked with tears now as the trembling, terrified buck twisted and pulled ineffectively at the bindings. Even now, Jake had no idea what was going to happen. The doctor was being so cruel, gagging him and restraining him. He didn’t understand why this was happening. Even Doctor Walters’ quip made no sense or served any purpose except to fill Jake further with indescribable fright.
Jake’s terror was fueled entirely by the fox’s monstrous behavior, the petrifying look in his eyes, and the odor which filled his nostrils and made his head swim. The doctor exuded terrifying qualities, and no longer just because he was a fox.
The poor little buck was breathing so quickly and frantically, he felt like he’d start hyperventilating at any moment. Not to mention that with every breath, Jake’s heart pounded violently in his chest. It was the only thing still fueling Jake’s struggling as his legs hugged each other and contorted; the last scraps of his embarrassment was still clinging to his unprotected body. He didn’t want this horrible fox looking at his nakedness with that horrendous smirk on his face.
Even now, the doctor grinned at him as he walked around behind Jake’s head and then suddenly reached out to grab his ankles.
Jake’s wailing, which has diminished to pathetic whimpering and sobbing, picked up again as he struggled against the assault. Even the powerful kicking of the rabbit’s legs were futile as each one was tied up over his head, folding Jake’s body almost in half.
Immediately Jake’s back started to protest while his thrashing, shrieking and sobbing continued. All he could do now was arch his back and swing his legs side-to-side pointlessly. When he realized he was hopelessly incapacitated, Jake’s cries diminished to worried whines, and open-mouthed panting from all his exertions.
With his rump hoisted in the air and his fluffy tail still pressed firmly against his backside, all Jake could see was his own naked body and his privates, exposed for anyone to see. And then he realized that Doctor Walters stood in the empty space between his legs, looking almost ravenous.

The fox eyed his struggling prey with a growing hunger, the same kind of hunger that pressed so tightly against his pants. He groaned softly as he moved around to Jake's side, leaning over him and licking his lips lustfully before pressing them against those little bunny lips. He moaned with a low growl against Jake's lips as he slowly slipped his tongue through the ring and into the cub's mouth. He promptly began frenching it down into Jake's throat, both to get a little excitement and to silence him for just a little bit; to give the illusion to anyone listening that he had the bunny's emotions under control for the moment.
He then began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his white underside before reaching down below the table. Jake wouldn't be able to see as the doctor tugged at his pants, still locked in the forced, very adult kiss with his patient. His belt buckle came loose and he dropped his pants to the floor, freeing his erection and letting loose all the musk that was trapped in his pants.
After thoroughly exploring Jake's mouth and throat he finally broke the kiss and pushed the bunny's head back, moving around so that his hard, pulsing cock came completely into view. Holding Jake's head firmly in position, he didn’t get have a terribly look before the fox slipped his throbbing penis through that ring, pressing it into Jake's mouth and panting as he rubbed it back and forth against the bunny's tongue. He slid it forward, shoving his member slowly into Jake's throat and letting out a low growl as his length slithered through the gag until his knot pressed up against Jake's lips. Doctor Walters groaned as he felt the warmth of Jake's throat around his cock, and the throat muscles trying to push it back out.
He slid his cock back and forth, blocking the airway, never letting Jake get any air or let out a scream so he could maintain the illusion that he was still in control as he spoke up so that he could be heard through the door as his balls slap against Jake's snout from quick, jerking thrusts.
“That's it, Jake, just keep relaxing, just like that, and we'll be done with these tests, and have you out of here a healthy, happy boy. It won't be so bad, you'll see.” He chuckled and lowered his voice so that Jake could hear him. “I'm lying. It's gonna hurt worse than anything you've ever experienced before, and I'm going to enjoy every bit of it.”

Jake watched with wide, terror-filled eyes as the fox moved closer to him. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing quickened further. His nose twitched uncontrollably in immense fear as Doctor Walters leaned down toward him. The buck instinctively turned his head away, trying to hiding his face, too horrified to witness what the doctor was planning.
Unfortunately, Jake had no choice in the matter. His head was forced to line up with the fox’s as he pressed their snouts together in what the buck instantly understood to be a kiss. His pupils dilated as he groaned loudly in disgust, writhing in his bondage as he was made to share a sickening kiss with the vile doctor. The buck wanted so much to retch and spoil the fox’s revolting activity, but he lacked the biological capacity.
Even when Doctor Walters forced his tongue through the gag and deep into Jake’s mouth, all the shame and revulsion of his own tongue being forced to mingle with his couldn’t trigger that reflex. As a result all Jake could do was twist and squirm and express every ounce of his horror with sickened whines, muffled by their locked lips.
The buck couldn’t bear to witness the sight of Walters’ face; he squeezed his eyes shut and struggled to distance himself from the act as much as he could. Only he couldn’t shake the feeling of a foreign invasion in his mouth. Even when the fox finally released him and Jake could whine and sob freely again, he could still taste the fox’s saliva. It took more effort than he expected to make himself swallow, not just because of the awful taste; the ring was keeping his jaws from moving.
Whining and moaning with every breath now, Jake kept his eyes shut and tried to escape to his bedroom, like the doctor had suggested so kindly before. In the pause between defiling acts, he was almost able to achieve a separation. Right up until a concentrated wave of the fox’s musk reached his nose. The ensuing nausea made Jake open his eyes.
He instantly wished he didn’t.
Jake’s eyes locked onto the giant throbbing appendage bobbing right beside him. The sight hurtled the buck’s distress level ever higher, causing him to stiffen in shock. Wild-eyed, Jake looked up at the fox, and shook his head hysterically, trying to speak.
“Neh—neh! na-na-nana!” It sounded ridiculous and it didn’t change anything.
The fox grabbed and held Jake’s head firmly and he closed his eyes as tight as he could just as the revolting sensation of the fox’s hot flesh filled his mouth. Jake tried to scream as loud as he could, even felt his throat vibrating with the effort, but the sound was almost completely muffled as the fox shoved his member all the way to the back of Jake’s throat, well past the point of a gag reflex. The feeling of that flesh so deep in his throat made every muscle in Jake’s body tense and spasm. His throat clenched around it, trying in vain to eject the foul thing.
Then it started moving back and forth, in and out, sliding over his tongue sickeningly as it sent chills up and down his spine and jabbed the back of his throat painfully. The entire time Jake struggled to scream, not just because he was blinded with revulsion, but because he couldn’t breathe. The tiny gasps of air he could obtain in-between thrusts of increasing frequency was all he could do to keep from passing out.
By the time the doctor had reached a steady rhythm of thrusts, Jake’s eyes were wide open and glazed with horror. Doctor Walters started speaking as though addressing the restrained buck in his friendly voice, acting like nothing was wrong, like this wasn’t happening; like he wasn’t forcefully shoving his penis deep into the horrified buck’s mouth. It made Jake think of his father. Sitting in the waiting-room unaware of the nightmare in which Jake was trapped. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he sobbed intermittently between his own breaths and the thrusting, as the fox’s genitals slapped his snout again and again, assaulting the buck’s sense of smell with every smack.
Now the doctor spoke to him, directly. A twitch of Jake’s ear was the only sign that he registered the words, and the horror would have been reflected on his face, stuffed to bursting with the fox’s penis, if it weren’t already permanently locked in that state.

That nonsensical protest only served to excite the fox even more. He watched the bunny desperately try to remove himself from the situation, but pretty soon that would be nearly impossible. His knot slapped firmly against Jake's muzzle as the fox continued to rape his throat, giving the little bunny a lasting taste, as his pre-cum dripped into that passage.
Thankfully, the fox's shaft didn't make a very lengthy stay in that warm, tight passage, and he suddenly pulled out of Jake's throat, finally allowing him to breathe. His cock throbbed right in front of Jake's face, spurting a bit of pre-cum every now and then against his nose and muzzle. The doctor was panting, having pulled out when he was just on the edge of orgasm, allowing it to die down.
“Mmmm… Get ready, bunny. I'm not done yet, and you're going to WISH I was giving you a needle, because this is going to hurt a hell of a lot more…”
The horny pediatrician walked slowly around the table, showing off those carnivorous teeth in another evil grin as he came around to Jake's tail-end. Eyeing his prize, he slowly climbed onto the examination table, his cock bouncing in full view as he crawled between Jake's legs, hovering over his completely helpless prey.
“I've been saving this one just for you since I saw you in the waiting room, you sexy little thing…”
Lowering himself over the terrified little rabbit, he reached down and used his paw to coat the length of his erection in pre-cum, mixing it with the bunny's saliva to give his cock a coat of lube to ensure he could actually get into that very tiny hole. Placing one paw on the shoulder of the little cub, he uses his other paw to aim his tip against that little pucker until the tip rested firmly against it.
He savored the heat against his tip before grabbing the other shoulder and clenching his teeth as he pressed forward, straining as he fought against that tight defense, unable to penetrate at first. Pulling the boy by his shoulders into his cock, grunting and straining, he fought the tightness of Jake's tail-hole before it finally gave way and his shaft popped inside. The sensation caused the fox to gasp out loud as he slowly, painfully forced his way inside, rewarded with warmth and tight, resisting walls on the way inside his new toy.

Jake had been so lost in the shame and agony of his own personal Hell that he didn’t register at first when the fox finally pulled out, after having left the awful aftertaste of his fluids in the buck’s mouth. He involuntarily inhaled sharply, rasping as his body fought to take in air again. When he finally regained focus, the throbbing pain in the back of his throat made him whine and sob quietly as fresh tears streaked down his damp cheeks.
He could still sense the offending appendage nearby, and through the cracks in his eyelids, he saw the large throbbing penis twitching over his snout and oozing. All Jake could do was grimace despondently and turn his head to the side. The memory of the experience was still fresh in his mind, and for the moment he was trapped in an endless loop while his mouth dripped and oozed in the aftermath; he couldn’t even tell what was his own saliva and what was the fox’s…
The buck jerked his head weakly as the doctor spoke to him again. He couldn’t bring himself to look at him directly, so instead he followed Doctor Walters’ movement through his peripherals. The fox was talking of even greater pain to come, and Jake didn’t need to use his imagination now to figure out the fox’s intentions, as it was made very clear. 
His tail-hole automatically clenched in advance as the fox climbed up onto the table, positioning himself before Jake’s exposed and defenseless genitals. As Walters continued to speak, Jake’s heart started to race again, but the adrenaline was barely enough to make the abused buck tense his muscles. His face showed more horror than his body alone ever could.
As much as he wanted to look away, Jake was transfixed by what he was witnessing. The pain of his raw lungs and throat, still burning from before, returned as his breathing quickened exponentially in terrified anticipation. He could feel the hot spot on his anus, he knew what was going to happen, and he couldn’t prepare himself, couldn’t even think.
Jake’s legs instinctively tried to close together, but the fox was in the way, beginning to push his way inside. Just the pressure alone was enough to renew Jake’s whines, increasing in intensity the harder the fox pushed. His paws formed fists as his flesh painfully began to give way. It felt so hot, like it was burning. 
The pain crescendoed into jaw-dropping agony as the fox’s hot member suddenly tore its way inside. Jake instantly arched his back as sharply as it could and let out the loudest howl his lungs could produce as the unimaginable wave of pain burned a path through his insides, where it resided, not subsiding but only increasing the torture as it seared. His cry suddenly fell short as he went into shock.
With every muscle in his body tensed and trapped in an endless cycle of the worst pain he’d ever imagined, his tormented mind could barely even feel the warm pulsing fluid that had begun to flow. Blood seeped out around the edges of his violated anus, rolling off the fox’s throbbing member and soaking into his tail’s fur.
The buck’s body started twitching and spasming as the shock took root, and then fell limp and unresponsive. His eyes were still wide open and his jaw trembling, but the only response his body could muster, was the intermittent tensing of his innards around the fox’s swollen penis.
The bunny's expression when Dr. Walters was about to begin told the story. Jake knew exactly what was about to happen to him, which excited the fox even more as Jake's fear grew to unimaginable levels. Forcing his way inside that clenching tail-hole wasn't easy and couldn't possibly have been done without hurting the poor boy. Of course, that was never the intent.

The doctor groaned under Jake's cute voice as he expelled a tortured scream from his lungs, and continued to force his length in. Once Jake's ripped hole started to bleed around the fox's shaft, no amount of clenching could stop him from forcing his way inside; he used it as a very effective lube to get himself inside that resisting sphincter. The feel of the warm blood flowing down his sheath and balls, and the smell of a prey's blood further excited the horny predator.
He chuckled softly as he watched the traumatized little bunny going into shock. Even though the little buck's legs were already elevated, he could tell Jake was still on the verge of fainting. Bunnies were so easily frightened, especially when an evil fox was purposefully provoking it. He watched Jake lose consciousness, and grunted and groaned in pleasure as he felt that tight tail-hole spasm against his cock.
“That's… mm… That's it, Jake, just relax…”
He reached for the stand beside the table to pick up a bottle of smelling salts, eager to get this bunny awake and hear those delicious screams again.
“It'll be over before you know it. Think of the candy, and the ice-cream…”
He panted as the bunny's sphincter continued to clench rhythmically against his cock and opened the bottle, waving it around the bunny's nose to wake him back up.

The smelling salts were ineffective initially, so deep was Jake’s nightmare daze. He was witnessing everything that had happened in just the last 10 minutes, over and over, his body responding in little ways to the horrors that played in his mind. His open eyes twitched and rolled, but they couldn’t see through the pain.
Eventually, the smelling salts began to burn his nostrils until it lit into his brain like a flare. Jake’s eyes shifted back into focus and widened in horror as all the real pain, far worse than the imagined, rushed into his body. Every muscle tensed until they throbbed as the poor buck’s whines resumed, numbly at first but quickly rising to agonizing heights.
Every part of him hurt so badly, but nonetheless his body began to convulse again. It was no longer a voluntary response. Jake’s renewed thrashing sent agonizing needles of pain all over his body, into every muscle. His lungs burned and his throat shriveled as his continuous shrieks and sobs became hoarse and strained.
In the back of his mind he knew this was what the fox wanted, that it excited him. But Jake had no control over his body anymore. It was ruled entirely by pain. He almost couldn’t even feel the massive intrusion inside him, pushing painfully against his innards as the fox pushed deeper inside. The whole area burned with a dull throbbing ache and an intense pressure. It felt like he was being ripped open, the torn edges of his tail-hole stinging like a thousand needles as it bled.
Out of breath and still screaming, Jake’s frenzied mind struggled to regress as he thought of his father. His cries shifted into long, drawn-out cries for his father. “Dah-eeeee! Dah-eee-he-heee…!” But it was hopeless.
All Jake could do as he sobbed in complete misery, thrashing and contorting against the pain, was pray for it to end soon. But in his mind, even the next few moments would last an eternity.
The fox was surprised that the salts were taking so long to bring the bunny back, but not overly so. As consciousness returned to him, Dr. Walters grinned eagerly, setting the smelling salts back on the stand as he watched the bunny entertain him with his thrashing and screaming. He basked in the buck’s terror as he desperately tried to call out to his daddy in such a cute way, in the meantime groaning as all the thrashing massaged his shaft as it was squeezed inside the bunny's torn little hole.
“Welcome back, Jake. You ready to proceed?”
Without waiting for a reply, the fox mercilessly shoved his cock forward, slapping his swelled knot against that resisting pucker. He clenched his teeth, panting through them as he fought Jake's unbelievably tight sphincter to work up a steady rhythm of thrusts as he begun truly raping the little bunny. His eyes were full of lust and desire as he smelled the blood continually dripping off of his knot and his balls, staining the white fur on his crotch and sheath, as well as Jake's tail.
“Oh yes… Oh fuck yes…”
The examination table shook with the fox's violent thrusts, items on the nearby table clinking as they ever so slightly rocked from the force of the fox's needy thrusts into his helpless little victim; virginity stolen right next door to his father who undoubtedly would expect all the screaming and thrashing, not knowing what was really going on behind that door.

The first thrust forced an uncontainable screech from the poor rabbit as the worst part of the whole ordeal began. He’d thought everything else had been a living nightmare, but the fox thrusting violently inside of him was Hell on earth. There wasn’t a sound Jake could produce that in any way described the blinding agony erupting in his abdomen as the fox’s massive member filled his entire anal cavity with each forward motion.
After just the first few thrusts, Jake’s prostate began howling in protest, forcing upon the buck an unwelcome arousal. The sickly mixture of the stimulation with the indescribable torment bursting into his body at the peak of each thrust, churned his insides so badly he felt like he could actually vomit. The nausea was insurmountable; it made his head swim, giving the world a dream-like quality as every screaming nerve in his body continued to wail, muted.
Eventually, Jake stopped producing whines. His lungs were burned out, his throat a scorched plain of raw flesh. All he could do now was grunt with each thrust, listening to the appalling, wet slapping sound of the fox’s body forcing its way in and out and in and out. It was a struggle just to breathe now. Each rasping intake of air was interrupted with a strained groan as the fox’s rhythm continued for what seemed like an eternity.
Seconds lasted hours in Jake’s mind, his sense of time utterly lost. He didn’t know when, but at some point everything had gone numb, as though all his nerves had died from the stress. The buck could no longer feel his legs, or anything in the region below his waist. Only the pressure on his organs and the feeling of being stuffed to bursting, remained.
All the light had faded from Jake’s bright blue eyes as he stared emptily at the ceiling, the only motion he made caused by the ferocious fox’s thrusts. He was still conscious, but he was no longer there. His mind had fractured sometime during the vicious theft of his innocence and his virginity.

The fox closed his eyes in ecstasy as Jake let out a tasty shriek, causing his thrusts to pick up in speed as every reaction the little bunny had excited him greatly. Expressing that joy would surely cause suspicion on the other side of the door, however, so he was forced to hide it and continue torturing the little bunny with his damaging thrusts.
A chuckle was forced through the fox's nose as Jake became frozen and unresponsive, holding back a full-blown cackle to a small giggle.
“Awww, what's the matter, bunny? I knew you were a little pussy, but I still thought you'd last longer than this. Ah, let's see if we can snap you out of it again…”
The rapist doctor sat up as he grabbed Jake's waist, fingers tightly wrapped around that soft little body as he pressed his cock in, down to the knot, and then pulled Jake down HARD into it, grunting and straining again, forcing his hips forward as he forced Jake body into them, his arms shaking from the strain until Jake's tailhole gave way a second time, causing the fox to gasp out as his knot popped through and tied itself behind Jake's painfully stretched sphincter.
“Oh god… Oh god…”
It took every ounce of willpower for Dr. Walters to stop himself from howling out in pleasure as Jake's sphincter then squeezed down behind the knot onto the most sensitive part of his cock, causing him to jerk and expel his breath several times in a heavy pant.

Jake barely registered the doctor’s taunts. It was just a dull buzz in his ears now. He’d have cried if he could, but his tear ducts were spent. The only response he mustered was the fainted trembling of his aching jaw. Anything more seemed to be impossible now, his little body drained of all strength.
He was wrong, of course.
Barely noticing the doctor’s shift in tactic, Jake felt a change inside him. The rhythmic thrusting had stopped as Walters thrust into him once more. But instead of pulling back again, he kept going, pushing so hard that the deepest nerves in Jake’s body began to howl. A fresh wave of pain washed over the molested little rabbit, but before he could react it suddenly exploded into a tidal wave.
The fox’s knots tore its way inside with such force, that the torn flesh ripped ever wider, turning a trickle of blood in a deluge. Inside, the doctor’s member, too large for his already stretched innards, made room in the worst way. He felt with much agony the ripping of the inner walls of his anus, as the tip of the doctor’s penis was jammed so far inside, it felt as though his intestines had been skewered.
Needless to say, his prostate reacted with such shock that Jake’s sheath, flopping upwards from the impact, oozed a stick fluid of its own onto his abdomen.
Even as mind-numbing as the pain was, all that escaped Jake’s mouth was a sharp gasp that trailed off in a squeak as his back arched as far back as physically possible. Jake’s eyes had shot open so wide, it was a miracle they didn’t vacate his skull. His expression contorted into the most horrified look he was capable of. The pain was so intense that his aching jaw, shocked into life by the pain, bit down so hard on the metal ring in his mouth that it warped.
And then that was it. Jake fainted on the spot, not even able to comprehend the sensation of a hot fluid gushing deep inside his abdomen that wasn’t blood. His body fell completely limp, nearly every muscle in his body shutting down save for his heart, which pumped away uncontrollably.

The doctor's eyes filled with a deeper lust as Jake forced out a scream through his sore lungs, arching his back so cutely from the tormenting pain. He could no longer hold back as he thrust brutally into his prey, his knot bouncing Jake back and forth across the table while he knot-fucked the poor bunny until he ultimately fainted again, just in time for the doctor to hit his orgasm. Leaning over the bunny, his body jerked as his member throbbed inside, spurting his seed into the tortured little bunny.
The room went silent, minus the occasional pant from the doctor as the torment of the little bunny was rewarded by a most pleasant orgasm. The fox jerked and shuddered as his engorged penis throbbed inside the unconscious bunny, panting in pleasure; lost in the moment.
Leaning over the little bunny for a moment, he noticed something different about Jake's face. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the skin under that white fur was rather pale. That didn't alarm the fox at first, but with another rush of blood over his knot his eyes widened, wondering if he caused more damage than he thought.
Now it was Dr. Walters' turn to panic. He pulled back, trying to get off the table but was stopped by the boy's tightly clenching sphincter. The fox pulled the limp bunny with his knot as he reached down and pushed hard against those soft tender cheeks until his knot popped out, trailed by a gush of blood. And sure enough, he was still bleeding quite heavily.
“Oh, no no no no NO!”
He nearly fell off the exam table before catching himself and prying open Jake's sphincter with his fingers, looking inside for the tear he knew would be there, but the blood was coming from behind it. He stood and turned, tripping and knocking equipment all over the floor with a crash as he made his way to the drawer on the other side of the room. He couldn't have this bunny bleeding to death or he'd be in deep shit.
He slung open the drawer and grabbed some styptic, a rectoscope and a flashlight. It had been awhile since he had to stop bleeding this bad or this deep. He stumbled back to the exam table and pressed the rectoscope in, shined the flashlight inside and eventually found what he suspected, a massive tear in the boy's rectum.
He dipped a cotton swab into the styptic and applied it to the tear, coating it quite thoroughly until the bleeding finally stopped. Jake's legs were already elevated, so the shock would subside eventually as long as he wasn't bleeding out. Dr. Walters breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he just dodged a bullet. He took the time while the boy was unconscious to wash the blood from his paws, the equipment, the boy's tail, and the examination table, waiting for the little bunny to finally awaken.

It took a worryingly long time, but Jake eventually regained consciousness, albeit very slowly. The first thing he felt was the pain, but he was too weak to complain. His rump throbbed sorely with every beat of his heart, which had slowed considerably after fainting. The aching spread to every inch of his body, every muscle burning from the prior strain, and although feeling had returned to most of his extremities, Jake couldn’t move; not that he’d have considered it by now. He just laid there silently, rising gradually from his internal pit of misery.
Silence was all Jake could hear. Everything had fallen still and he had no spatial awareness of the doctor. His arms were still bound above his head and his legs still hung from their straps. Doctor Walters wasn’t on top of him anymore, and his… thing… was no longer inside him.
Jake automatically breathed a sigh of relief, paying for it immediately with a sharp stabbing in his chest. His eyes opened slowly, the light of the room stinging them as even they throbbed in their sockets. Motionless and shivering inside from the aching of his abused body, the buck didn’t make a sound, terrified that if he did the doctor would return and hurt him again.
As he laid there, images and memories flooded his mind, recalling the agony and the doctor’s excitement, Jake’s unheeded pleas, the feeling of his… inside his…
A weak tremor crept through Jake’s body and he moaned feebly despite himself. Daring to open his eyes fully, Jake vaguely assessed the world. His legs were still in view, and his arms still pinned to the sides of his head. He didn’t see the doctor anywhere at the moment, and he prayed it would stay that way, even if it meant being trapped in bondage forever.
He looked down at his body, his fur still white and pristine and yet tainted with a stain that would never wash off. Even his prickling skin still held the memory of where the doctor had touched him, long after the fact. And on his belly was the fluid that had oozed out of his own genitals, soaked into his fur. He stared at it and sniffled, feeling a familiar stab of shame.
The small, white rabbit’s eyes shifted to stare up at the ceiling, unwilling to take in any more information. It was difficult to see past the memories flashing behind his eyes, anyway. They tried to invoke reactions in Jake’s body, but it was utterly spent. Even his shallow breathing was a struggle.
After everything he’d been through, Jake just wanted to see his father again. To be held in his arms and comforted while he cried loud and wretchedly; to feel his father’s gentle touch as he caressed his son’s ears and whispered soothing words.
Jake’s chest began to tighten painfully as the buck sobbed silently.

The doctor had just finished cleaning the blood off of his paws and equipment when he heard the faint sounds of the bunny returning to consciousness. He approached slowly and silently, watching him start to take in his surroundings again, undoubtedly very sore and scared. He waited for the buck to notice him, but never did those frightened eyes shift in his direction.
He grinned as he recalled the wonderful feeling of the rabbit's insides squeezing onto his cock as he near-fatally raped him. If he hadn't been prepared, he'd have had a dead bunny on his examination table by now. He smirked at the irony that he just saved a life that he ruined in the same day.
He then stepped up beside the bunny, leaning over the buck's face.
“Welcome back, Jake. You came rather close to being a dead bunny. I saved your life, which means you owe it to me; and I'll be coming someday to collect.”
He gave Jake that same wink from before in the waiting room and stepped away. Picking up his pants and slipping them back on, he closed his shirt, buckled his belt and made himself look professional again, before picking up a scalpel from the floor. He walked over to Jake and put a palm down on the other side, leaning over the bunny while dangling that scalpel over his face.
“Do you know what this is, Jake? This… is why you're never going to tell ANYONE what I did to you today. I have your address in my files Jake, and if you ever tell anyone I'll come to your house and wait until you're alone. Then I'll catch you, use this to cut you open, and feast on your intestines. I'll eat you slowly, keeping you alive so you can feel every bite of my teeth.”
He grinned toothily, watching Jake's reaction before dropping the scalpel just next to the boy's face before it clinks down to the floor. He then leaned over Jake and pressed his muzzle to the boy's lips again, kissing him just as he had when this all started. His paws ran slowly over Jake's soft body and then removed the cuffs from his ankles and wrists before finally breaking the kiss to remove the ring-gag as he continued hovering over him.
“Do we have an understanding, little bunny?”

Jake was content to stare at the ceiling until someone came to save him, like his father sitting not even thirty feet away, oblivious to the horrific abuse he’d just endured. He wanted so badly to be freed, to run crying into his dad’s arms, telling him all the awful things this monstrous beast had done to him, all the agony he’d forced upon his frail body. His father would be furious and he’d punish the evil fox, then Jake could try to forget all of this ever happened; if that would even be possible.
Someone did come to him, but it wasn’t his savior. The fox’s head loomed into Jake’s view of the ceiling, and the terrified buck immediately tried to shrink into the table. It was pointless and only served to make his muscles protest.
The buck stared up at the fox with fear-struck eyes, listening to him speak despite the ringing in his ears left over from all his screaming earlier. His lips trembled as Walters spoke of his near-death, of saving his life; the thought of being rescued from death by his rapist churned Jake’s already jumbled innards. It was almost as cruel as all the things he’d done to cause it. Jake looked as though he was going to be sick, but of course he couldn’t, and the doctor knew that.
That last part about a “debt” was what scared Jake the most. He didn’t want to begin to imagine the implications. But then, he didn’t have to. The doctor vacated Jake’s view for a moment and his weakened heart struggled to beat faster.
When Doctor Walters returned with the scalpel, his heart suddenly found the energy to thump frantically in his chest again as the sharp instrument was dangled precariously over his face. Terror twisted his expression, fearing all the things he might do with that object. The doctor asked if he knew what it was and Jake nodded, beginning to tremble and reintroduce pain into his already tortured body. The detailed threat that followed didn’t help, either. Jake’s damaged mind raced, trying to process the terrifying information, and quickly coming to the grim conclusion that opening his mouth to anyone would be ensuring his own gruesome death.
Jake whined weakly and blinked away fresh tears. Not only did he suffer the worst experience of his life, but now if he tried to tell anyone, it would be ended in a way worse than anything he could’ve imagined. The terrified buck didn’t doubt that the doctor could and would do everything he promised, having already been the unfortunate victim of his wicked desires. Naturally, the fear-filled buck gave the doctor the reaction he expected.
The doctor then dropped the scalpel suddenly, causing Jake to jerk in fright, squeezing his eyes shut as he heard the instrument clatter off the table and onto the floor. He started to open one eye, to assure himself that his hearing was correct and the doctor no longer possessed the sharp surgical tool. Regrettably in doing so he had to witness the fox bearing down on him for another vile kiss. The return of that awful experience of a foreign body in his mouth, sickening as it was, was trumped by the doctor’s paw caressing Jake’s trembling form. He couldn’t stand to be touched by this monster. It made him weep into the kiss, even as the fox ended it and freed the tortured cub from his bondage.
His legs dropped to the table painfully, sending a sharp sting up his spine. As soon as his arms were freed, Jake used every ounce of strength he could muster and rolled onto his side to curl into the fetal position, using them to hide his head as he sobbed uncontrollably under his breath. 
He didn’t answer the fox’s final question.

Dr. Walters was sure the bunny took in every word of his threat from his reaction. Hearing Jake weep into the kiss made his cock twinge, almost ready for another round, but that would take too long. There would be time enough for that once the bunny healed up.
“Ah, I almost forgot…” The fox picked up an empty syringe and stabbed it into the bunny's arm, before covering the prick with a band-aid. “There you go. I told you it wouldn't be so bad. And of course, as I promised…”
The doctor reached into a bowl of lollipops and lobbed onto the table next to Jake. He chuckled as he moved to the door to pick up Jake's clothing, almost tempted to keep a souvenir. Placing the bunny's clothes on the table he sat down next to him, eyes still going over the little bunny's cute and very used body.
“Put your clothes back on, then you can go back to your daddy and get some ice cream… Unless you'd rather stay here with me, hmm?”

Huddled in a trembling ball of misery, Jake was completely unprepared for the needle that was jammed into his arm. It was an insult to injury, and Jake cried out weakly as the needle penetrated the muscles in his arm. The buck grasped it in pain immediately after the band-aid had been applied, sobbing and whining louder as he tried to make himself smaller. It had been nothing compared to events that had transpired, but those pains had diminished and this was fresh.
Jake didn’t respond when the paltry treat was tossed onto the table near him. After everything that had happened, he couldn’t care less about a piece of candy. His body still ached everywhere and his anus, red and mottled with dried blood, throbbed endlessly. 
He couldn’t will his body into motion, even when the doctor instructed him to do so. Instead, he continued to sob into his arms, clinging to the spot where the needle had been harshly “injected”. Even the veiled threat couldn’t scare Jake’s body into moving, his anguished weeping just grew louder.
The buck didn’t want to be in the fox’s presence for even another second, but his body just refused to respond. It had locked into the fetal position in some hopeless attempt to shield itself from further abuse. The worst part was that he couldn’t stop crying. The tears just kept coming and every shuddering breath dragged itself out of him.
Jake had been reduced to a pathetic quivering ball of fur.

Dr. Walters chuckled at Jake's endless sobbing and refusal to move. Though as much as he wanted to keep the emotional train-wreck of a bunny, now wasn't the time.
“Come on, you little pussy…”
He stepped up to the sobbing bunny and pulled out one leg and then the other, forcing his underwear and shorts back on, then doing the same with Jake's t-shirt, forcefully clothing him again before giving him a light pat on the rump. He waited for a bit longer to see if the boy would move but it was no use. The fox shrugged and tapped his chin, made sure to hide all the bondage gear and the ring-gag from view, and exited the room.
“I'm sorry that took so long. I knew he would struggle, but I didn't realize just how much…”
The fox donned his professional mask again as he stepped back into the waiting room.
“At one point, he knocked over my stand, then flew right out of my grip and landed pretty hard on it. Gave me quite a scare, but he seems to be alright now, at least physically. I can't get him off my table now. You'd better go calm him down and get him out of here. I just didn't realize how frightened of needles he really was. I've never seen a case of it this bad.”
The fox breathed another sigh of relief. It was likely the father would buy the story of the fall, should any pain be noticed later, but if Jake were to be taken to a hospital that story would have been unraveled pretty quickly.

Jake didn’t even bother trying to resist anymore as the doctor grabbed him roughly and worked him back into his clothes. His body hurt too much to do more than flinch at the painful, forced movement of his limbs. But the buck still couldn’t move even after being clothed; much as he was grateful to be covered again, if for no other reason than to hide his nakedness. Although his clothes were more like a mask now rather than the protection he used to think of them as. He used to feel safe in them, now he just felt ashamed.
He listened quietly as the doctor moved about the room and then left. The fox’s voice in the hallway carried that same insincerity that he used on Jake. It was obvious now that he was lying, and he wanted to scream. He’s LYING! It was all a lie, every word. And he was so confident in it, because he knew Jake was terrified of the repercussions, should he have pointed out otherwise.
The miserable buck continued to lay of his side, hugging himself as he trembled and sniffled; the only thing worse than what he’d gone through, was having to live with it alone, unable to cry on anyone’s shoulder.
When the doctor had exited that back room after what had felt like ages to Louis, tense and cringing as he listened to Jake’s screams, the older buck was pacing back and forth in the waiting room. He’d had to struggle to resist the overwhelming urge to burst into that room and scoop his son up in his arms. It felt like he was dying, hearing the devastating cries in Jake’s voice.
Louis looked up suddenly to the see the doctor approaching and he marched toward him as though he was prepared to plow straight through the fox. He stopped just short though, staying put long enough to hear the doctor out before apologizing as he pushed past him.
The hurried foot-steps of his father reached Jake’s ears as Louis marched straight into the room to his son. He didn’t pause for a second as he wrapped his arms around the trembling little cub and cradled him, issuing soft apologies and comfort.
“I’m so sorry, Jake,” he whispered with a tremble in his voice. “It had to be done. But it’s over now. You don’t have to come back here for a long time, okay? I promise.”
Jake listened, but his spirits remained crushed. He immediately began crying again as he pressed his face into Louis’ shirt. His father responded instantly with his charming, stroking his son’s ears and whispering words of encouragement. But it would not work so well this time. Having to keep from telling his father what had happened was killing him inside. Louis had no clue what Jake had truly endured, and wouldn’t be able to understand why his son failed to be comforted.
It took another 15 minutes of rocking and soothing—the same length of time spent in agony and torture—before Jake was even willing to move, let alone capable. Louis eased the boy out of his protective shell and slowly down to the floor. The buck’s feet touched the cold tiles as he attempted to stand, but his legs were useless. The second his father release him, Jake crumpled towards the floor. The older buck was barely quick enough to grasp the cub and halt his descent.
The little white buck’s rag-doll body was difficult to work with but after a few minutes of struggling, he was able to get his son back on his legs albeit barely. Jake was trembling all over and clinging to his father for support, but he was able to move his legs one little step at a time as his father slowly and patiently walked him out of the room.
Louis watched him as they walked. The boy’s face was a mess from all of his crying, and he refused to look anywhere but the floor. As they inched past the doctor with Louis’ paw on the boy’s chest for support, he felt Jake’s heart-rate increase. His father glanced at the doctor and nodded but said nothing.
It took Louis another five minutes to walk Jake to the front door of the building, but the boy hardly noticed. He was wrapped up in jumbled, terrified thoughts. Wanting so badly to tell his father everything, but remembering the painful demise the doctor had promised if he did. It twisted his heart into knots. Even after everything that happened, he still felt safe with his father. And if he told him, Jake was certain Louis would protect him.
The urge to tell his father began to supersede his fear of the consequences, and when he and his father exited the building through the front doors, his confidence grew enough to be certain.
“D—daddy…?” Jake whispered.
His father’s ear twitched and he looked down, eyes filled with regret and concern. “Yes, Jake?”
“I want t—I want… to tell you s—” Jake began, but as he did a sudden wave of nausea swelled painfully in his chest.
It felt like he had been kicked in the ribs, and it continued to worsen. The nausea became so intense in so little time that Jake felt the actual urge to vomit, something he was entirely unfamiliar with. The urge worsened exponentially and the poor buck honestly believed he would throw up at any moment.
Louis had caught notice of the sudden change in Jake’s demeanor. “Jake, what is it? What’s wrong?”
Jake felt a lump jump into his throat again, but it was worse than all the times before. His throat muscles clenched in resistance, preventing the bile from coming forth, but by then Jake was starting to black out as the world became distant and clouded. His stomach and throat throbbed painfully with the attempt to eject their contents.
“Jake, talk to me, what’s wrong?” Louis was beginning to panic as Jake’s chest convulsed.
“Daddy, I…” Jake couldn’t finish. He suddenly lost consciousness and fell out of his father’s arms.
Louis caught him just short of the ground and set him down, frantically looking him over, trying to figure out what happened.
“Jake, what’s wrong? Jake!” His father immediately checked for a pulse and rolled the boy onto his back to make sure he was still breathing, but his heart raced in terror.
“Somebody call an ambulance!”

The fox was certain Jake would never tell anyone what had happened. He stood at the door as the two bunnies exited, grinning to himself as he watched Jake stumble through the parking lot, defeated, broken and too frightened to point the finger at him, or so he thought.
Once Jake broke his silence, the fox silently cracked opened the door, breathing silently but intensely as he heard the first words out of Jake's mouth. He needed to tell his father something, and the doctor was not liking the little bunny's tone at all. His legs twitched, ready to make a run for it if the buck was indeed about to rat him out. His threats usually worked, and with a bunny as timid as this, he would be shocked if the truth came out, as well as having an angry protective father he would either have to escape from or kill if he caught up.
He watched as Jake collapsed, relieved for just a second, but it didn't last long. As Louis yelled for someone to call an ambulance, he turned his head to the desk clerk, who read the false cue to pick up the phone. The fox's heart raced. Whether the boy woke up and told his father the truth, or whether he went to the hospital and his story about the fall proved false, he would have to answer to the police. Even if the boy ended up dead, an autopsy would also prove him a liar.
The fox was trapped, taking a seat in the waiting room, fingers against his muzzle as the clerk sent for the ambulance. The fox was visibly worried, but nobody other than himself and Jake knew that it wasn't the bunny he was stressing over. One way or another, this was going to turn ugly. Eyes would be on this little bunny at all times, so he wouldn't have a chance to intercept and execute a possible solution before his crime was discovered. He'd never been this close to being caught before.
Something had to be done, but he had to come up with a plan soon. There was always the possibility that the boy would recover on his own, and the hospital might not look too hard, but he couldn't rely on that. Surely they'd want to look for the damage. The fox had a great deal of planning to do, and so little time to do it.

By the time the ambulance arrived, the skin beneath Jake’s fur had turned pale and sickly. Louis was holding the boy’s limp body in his arms, rocking back and forth as he whispered soothing, encouraging words; more for himself than for his unconscious son. He was struggling to hold back tears as he tried to make sense of everything.
Jake had been fine before he went in with the doctor to get his shot. He’d been terrified, but healthy. Afterwards he’d looked as though he’d been through Hell. According to Doctor Walters he didn’t have it easy with the testing; Jake had apparently been very uncooperative, to the point of injuring himself. He didn’t think that could’ve been the cause of this, though. His primary fear was that Jake’s body was reacting to the injection.
Louis felt his son’s forehead as the paramedics approached with a gurney; it was boiling with a fever.
“Oh Jake…” the older buck whined helplessly. “Please wake up.”
The EMTs stopped the gurney nearby as one of them, a 30-something female otter, addressed the distressed father. “My name’s Marilyn; we can take it from here, sir.” Her voice was soft and delicate, showing shared concern for the unconscious rabbit in his arms.
“H—he collapsed,” Louis stammered, trying not to cry. “I—I think he has a fever.”
Marilyn’s partner, an older, gruff but kind-looking badger, came around to Louis’ side, carrying enough equipment for a quick assessment. He felt for the fever first to confirm and then pulled out a stethoscope to check Jake’s heart-rate. It was very slow, and the badger’s face reflected his concern.
“We need to get him on the gurney. Are you his father?” he asked.
Louis nodded his head numbly.
“Do you know what happened?”
“We were… just leaving the pediatrician. Jake had to get his…his immunization shot.” Louis fought to maintain composure.
“Jake, is that his name?” The father nodded. “Here, help me get him on the gurney.”
The buck reluctantly complied with the paramedic’s request, lifting his son’s lifeless body with the badger’s help, and setting him on the gurney. Louis placed a paw on the side of Jake’s face as the EMTs strapped him in, hoping for a response. Unfortunately, Jake remained unresponsive.
“Will you be riding with him?” Marilyn asked.
“Absolutely,” Louis stated firmly.
The distraught father followed the EMTs as they returned to the ambulance and hoisted the gurney inside, before climbing in themselves.
“Have a seat sir,” the badger called.
Louis nodded and paused for a moment to glance back at the pediatrician’s clinic for a long moment before climbing in back with the EMTs. The engine roared to life as the vehicle swiftly pulled out of the parking lot, sirens blaring.
Dr. Walters sat in the waiting room the whole time. From the urgency of the muffled voices outside, he knew exactly what was going on. Jake was going to the hospital, where his crime would likely be discovered. The nurse and desk clerk approached the doctor as the ambulance roared out of the parking lot, assuming that the doctor felt guilty and worried for the bunny's health, the nurse speaking in a soft, concerned voice.
“Are you ok, doctor?”
The fox's eyes shifted up to the two females, and after a short silence, he nodded.
“I'll be fine, don't worry. And Jake will be fine too. You two go on home. I need a bit more time, and then I'll lock up.”
The clerk placed a comforting paw on the rapist's shoulder before the two exited the building. Dr. Walters sat there in silence, listening for the sounds of the two vehicles pulling out of the parking lot. Once they were gone, he stood to his feet, knowing what he had to do to prevent himself from going to prison. He had to get rid of the evidence—his personal records, his patient records—and work on a new identity while laying low as he had done many times before, just never when he was one diagnosis away from his actions being discovered.
He made his way into his office, locating every document with his information on it, and shredding it, stuffing the remains into a garbage bag before logging onto the tiny network in the clinic to find and delete every trace of his work here. They weren't hard to find, as he had prepared and organized them in a way they could be easily erased, then arranged for a virus to infect the system to cover his involvement in the removal of those files, as well as the addresses and contact information of all potential witnesses.
With that done, he had to rely on the victims' fears he gave them to prevent them from giving information if they were tracked down. He then had to ponder a means of faking a suicide once he found out that he was indeed suspected of his crimes. As far as he could tell, it was only a matter of time before someone came looking for him, considering one more piece of evidence that he needed to get his paws on... the traumatized little bunny who would likely rat him out.
He hoisted the garbage bag full of the shredded documents over his shoulder, making his way out to his car, throwing the bag in and making his way towards the hospital.