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This episode of Bluey is called…

Doctor’s Visit

Chilli sat down in the chair in her children’s doctor’s office, sighing heavily as her shoulders slump. Bluey hops up on to the exam table, fidgeting nervously. It had been a hassle to get Bluey to the clinic. Chilli had done her best to get Bluey ready for the doctors, while deflecting her eldest’s questions until her theory was either confirmed or refuted by the doctor. “Mom, my cookie is tingling again.” Bluey said, her hand finding its way between again.

Chilli sighs again as the scent of a pup in heat starts to fill the room. This was the primary reason getting Bluey the doctors was such a hassle. Every so often, Bluey would get worked up from her hormones and start instinctively jilling off. She had done so in the bath, making Chilli empty the tub. She did it again just as they were getting to the door, keeping them from leaving until Bluey was done. Chilli had planned on keeping the car windows up to keep the smell from potentially causing issues in the neighborhood. That went out the window after only a few blocks, as Chilli was forced to open all the windows in order to vent the pheromones filling the car before the scent made her horny enough to start rubbing herself while behind the wheel. “I know, Sweetie. Just hold on. The doctor should be in here soon.” She said, feeling her own cookie start leaking.

Bluey nodded, her hand working at her cookie. She squeals and shudders as she cums. The door opens as a wet spot grows under Bluey from her juices soaking into the paper covering the table. “Hello, Bluey, how are…” A bicolored Corgi entered the room, stopping as the scent hit him full in the nose.

“Hello, Dr. Bones.” Bluey said, her voice a bit hoarse. Her eyes go wide as the doctor's rocket emerges from his sheath, growing to an impressive size for his breed. Chilli’s eyes went wide as well, considering he is the same height as her daughter and his cock is almost the same size as her husbands.

Dr. Bones shook his head and clears his throat. “Now, what seems to be the issue today, Mrs. Heeler?” The doctor asks Chilli, setting his clipboard with Bluey’s file on the counter before sitting on the wheeled stool.

“Surely you can smell the issue, Dr. Bones. In fact, I know you can.” She says, her eyes going to his cock before meeting his eyes.

It was time for the doctor's eyes to go wide. “You mean, it is not you that I smell‽” he exclaims.

Chilli shakes her head. “Mine was just last week and they are never this… potent.” She answers.

Dr. Bones clears his throat again. “Then ma’am, I’m doubly sorry for my body’s reaction.”

Chilli waves him off. “It’s okay doctor. You aren’t the only one who has had a reaction to her today.”

With a nod of his head, the doctor asks “Then there is no question that she is in heat. What can I do for you?”

“First, is she actually in heat? I mean, she’s only eight years old for Dog’s sake. My sister and I didn't get our first heat until we were in our early teens. Then, if she is, what can we do for her?” Chilli asks, gesturing towards Bluey who was once more rubbing herself.

“Hmm.” The doctor hums, rubbing his chin. “Well, the first is easy to determine.” He bent over, reaching into a low cabinet. “I will only need a urine sample.” He says, pulling out a small container. Opening a drawer, he pulls out a marker and scrawls something on the side. He hands the container to Chilli. “Closest bathroom is down the hall on the left.” Chilli nods and guides Bluey off the table and out the door. 

Dr. Bones changes the paper on the table before he follows them out and heads to the receptionist. “Phew, bro. That Heeler bitch must be in some heat.” The tricolor Corgi dogging the desk says, smiling at the pheromones oozing off the doctor. 

The doctor shakes his head, glad it is early enough there were no other patients in the waiting room to see his raging boner. “Not the bitch, but the pup.” Dr. Bones corrects her. He smiles at his sister's shocked face. “I’ll need a PP/H consent form.”

“I bet you do, you old horn dog.” She says, turning around to rummage through a filing cabinet.

“Old? I’m 2 hours older than you.” Dr. Bones says, grabbing the paper his sister hands him.

As he walks back to the exam room, he hears his sisters reply. “Like I said, ooold.”

He shakes his head as he enters the room. Chilli and Bluey are back, with Chilli holding out the almost full container out for the doctor to take. The doctor has to hide a smirk as he spots the light glinting off the wet fur on Chilli’s thighs and Bluey once more rubbing herself, her pheromones flooding the room once more. He could feel his cock twitch and precum starting to ooze from the tip. Composing himself, he sits back down on his stool.

“Now, we test it.” He says, placing the container and the paper on the table and removing the container’s lid. He looks through a few drawers before pulling two of what looks like a pregnancy test out, one a deep red and the other a light blue. With a practiced flick, he removes the caps and places the business ends in the container.

“Um, doc, she shouldn't be pregnant.” Chilli points out.

“They may look like an pregnancy tests, but they’re not. Some canines have such a low heat, that the only way to tell is with a test. Also, if she is in heat, she may not be fertile. We should know in about five minutes.” Dr. Bones explains, quickly noting the time on the clock on the wall.

“Now, while we wait, there is something that needs to be discussed. If she is in heat, and there is little to say otherwise, I need you two to sign this.” He continues, tapping the paper.

“What is it?” Chilli asks, holding out her hand for the paper.

Dr. Bones hands her the paper and explains, “It simply says that you and the pup consent for any physical contact between me and the pup required for examination and or treatment. It is required by law for any doctor that examines an underage patient in heat.”

“Really? I don’t remember having to sign anything like this when I was a teen.” Chilli mutters, looking it over.

“It only became a thing about seven years ago. There was a doctor in Switzerland that was found to have had relations with over 400 pups over a decade. The family’s were usually paid off by a wealthy patron of his, but he finally got caught by a new nurse catching him knot deep in a 12 year old who was having her first heat while the mom went to the bathroom.”

Chilli almost drops the form in shock. “What‽ That’s outrageous!” She exclaims. She glances back at the paper. “What does it mean by ‘Any treatment regimen that is deemed medically required.’?” She asks, a bit of worry tingling at the back of her mind.

“Let’s see if any treatment is necessary first.” Dr. Bones says, pulling the red stick from the container. Peering at it, he nods before flipping it around and handing the clean end to Chilli. He makes a quick note in Bluey’s file as Chilli sighs at the positive result.

Dr. Bones turns and addresses Bluey directly for the first time since greeting her. “Bluey, honey, I know it is difficult. But I need you to stop rubbing your cookie for a bit and pay attention.” He says.

Bluey continues rubbing for a moment, before nodding. She lifts her hand off her cookie with a whimper. Her fingers drip with her juices as she places her hand on the table. Chilli hops onto the table next to her, taking her sodden hand in her own. Chilli felt her own juices ooze out of her at being so close to her daughter's scent.

Dr. Bones nods. “Good girl. Now, what you are going through is called precocious puberty. Your body thinks you are ready to have puppies of your own and it has started your first heat.”

“But, I’m not old enough to be a mum. Calypso said so last year.” Bluey says.

Dr. Bones glances at Chilli. “Her teacher.” She clarifies.

He turns back to Bluey. “Normally, yes. Most pups don’t get their first heat until they are roughly four to five years older than you. But every so often, some special pups get theirs earlier. You are one such special pup. From now on, once a week out of every four, you will go through a heat cycle.” He continues.

“Any idea what causes this?” Chilli asks, giving the eldests hand a brief squeeze.

“We would need to run some tests more advanced than placing some sticks in  wee.” He chuckles before continuing. “It could be anything from an issue with one of several glands to a hormone imbalance. Sometimes, we never find a cause. I’ll write you an order for a few tests.”

“What’s a heat cycle?” Bluey asks, afraid of the answer.

Dr. Bones smiles at her. “Like I said, it's your body trying to prepare itself to have puppies. Most of the time, you will be your normal wonderful self. But roughly once a month, your cookie will start to itch and swell. It’ll also leak some fluids. When that happens, you will start smelling enticing to most males and quite a few females in order to attract them to make a baby with you. This is all perfectly natural.”

“Is there anything we can do for her now?” Chilli asks, noticing Bluey’s knees moving as she tries squeezing her thighs together.

“Now, we get back to the form. The only relief for a heat is that, relief. Doing it by yourself only offers temporary help before having it flare up stronger than before, Bluey. Having someone else help you do it will make that relief last longer, but it will only be for an hour or two. The only long term solution is for her to receive a dose of semen in your coo…”

“WHAT! YOU WANT SOME BASTARD TO INSEMINATE, TO RAPE, MY EIGHT YEAR OLD DAUGHTER, YOU SICK BASTARD‽” Chilli explodes in anger, briefly overcoming the slight daze the scent coming off her daughter placed her in. Her fury briefly recedes as she feels Bluey flinch beside her.

Dr. Bones calmly takes the blue stick out of the container, checks it, then shows Chilli the negative result. “Not rape, it’s providing relief. She currently is having a dry heat, Mrs. Heeler. Every dog in Australia can knot in her and there is a zero percent chance of puppies.” He says evenly, looking Chilli in the eyes before continuing. “Now, I can write a prescription to get some frozen sperm from a bank. But that is only marginally more effective than someone else helping her and not nearly as effective as fresh from the source, as you very well know. And if this is only her first day of her first heat, and it's so strong, I would not want to be near her for the next week without her getting relief. After having heats yourself, you must know how bad they can get if they aren’t relieved regularly.”

The door opens and the nurse sticks her head in, “I heard shouting. Is everything okay here?” She asks.

“Everything is fine. Mrs. Heeler just got some shocking news.” Dr. Bones answers. The nurse nods, understanding, and withdraws.

Chilli stammers, trying to counter him but can’t. He notes Bluey’s lack of fertility in her notes, places the consent form on to the clipboard, and holds it out to Chilli and Bluey. Numbly, Chilli signs on the guardian line. Once Bluey’s childish scrawl is affixed to it, Dr. Bones signs and dates it before placing it in her file.

He gets up and pops open a cabinet on the exam table. He pulls out a set of stirrups and starts attaching them to the table. “ I need you to get off the table, Mrs. Heeler.” He says.

Chilli gets down and takes her seat in the chair again. “You seem awfully calm for giving such disturbing news. How common is this precocious puberty?” Chilli asks.

“For pups like Bluey? Roughly one in five to ten thousand globally. She isn’t even the only patient I currently have that has it. There are two boys and two other girls with it that I’m currently seeing. Some doctors go their entire careers without seeing a single case. However, the WHO has released a notice that there seems to be a marginal increase in cases from five years ago.” He answers.

“Who, Dr. Bones?” Bluey asks as the doctor finishes setting up the stirrups.

“I can’t tell you Bluey. Would you want me to tell some stranger about your visits?” He answers. “Now, scoot on down. Place your tail on the edge of the table and your heels up here.” He says, patting the stirrup near him before donning a pair of gloves.

Bluey scoots down, leaving a trail down the table that would make a snail jealous. “No, I guess I wouldn’t want that.” She says, getting comfortable.

Dr. Bones reaches out and gently opens her cookie. “How many times has she masturbated today?” He asks.

Chilli has to think for a moment. “Four times at home, at least. Once on the way here. Twice here. So, seven times in the last hour and a half.”

The doctor nods. “She is starting to show some chafing on her lips and clitoris despite having more than adequate lubrication. I recommend getting her some jelly or lube and instructing her in some proper techniques before she does damage. Maybe get her an adult toy to reduce the urge to rub herself.” Peering closer, he asks “When did she lose her hymen?”

“About two months ago. She was riding her bike when she went too fast off a curb. She landed hard and complained she was sore. Later that night in the bath, I noticed some red in the fur around her privates.”

“Okay.” He says as he lubricates a finger and addresses Bluey. “This might feel a bit weird, but I gotta check inside your cookie.”

“Okay.” She says as she feels the doctor’s finger enter her, spreading her walls for the first time. She winces as the doctor reaches one knuckle deep, then again when it reaches the second knuckle deep and the fingertip bumps into her deepest parts.

Bluey feels her cookie start tingling again as the doctor twists his finger back and forth inside her. She moans and starts squirming as the finger moves in and out with the twists. With his other hand, Dr. Bones starts gently jacking himself off, making sure to coat his entire length with pre.

“What are you doing‽” Chilli exclaims, surprised that she could get anymore shocked. Unaware of herself, her hand migrates south and starts rubbing between her own legs.

“Preparing her for a dose of relief.” Dr. Bones explains as Bluey moans and shudders, cumming around his digit. As her orgasm peaks, he forces a second finger. Bluey yelps in pain then moans as her orgasm washes away the pain. Her moans increases in pitch as his fingers saw in and out of her cookie, his fingers scissoring in an attempt to stretch her. 

As she approaches another orgasm, Dr. Bones moves with an almost practiced ease. As he pulls his fingers out, his feet lock the wheels on his stool. Bluey whines at the loss of sensation while the doctor steps up to stand on the stool. With the added height, his pulsating dog hood is level with his patient. He places a hand on her thigh to steady himself as the other places his weeping tip in the notch of her cookie. “Deep breath, Bluey.” He says. He barely waits for Bluey to do so before lunging forward.

Bluey gasps, half in pain, half in glorious relief. Her head slams into the padded table as her back arches up to meet the thrust that spreads her virginal walls. Dr. Bones buries his bone deep in her before her walls clamp down with almost painful tightness, making his knot slam into the outside of her cookie. Dr. Bones feels his waist get splashed as Bluey’s juice jets out from around him as her orgasm crashes down upon her. He moves his hand behind his knot and pushes it hard against Bluey’s cookie. He groans, his cock throbs as the pressure triggers his climax. Once, twice, thrice, his jizz flows from his slit to coat the walls of Bluey’s deepest depths.

Chilli groans, her own juices staining the fur on her fingers as she cums. Trembling, she gets to her feet. She slowly makes her way over to her daughter. Kneeling next to the table, she brushes a sweaty strand of hair out of Bluey’s face. “You okay, sweetie?” She asks.

Bluey smiles as the doctor slips away from the table and sits down on the stool, cock still hard. “Mum, the tingles are gone.” She whispers as a glob of sperm oozes out of her cookie. “I feel sticky.”

Chilli shakily smiles, shocked at the turn of events but glad that her eldest was okay. “That’s okay. I’ll clean you up.” She says, moving to the end of the table where her daughter’s feet were still in the stirrups. Dr. Bones wordlessly wheels out of the way and holds out a container of wet wipes to her. Chilli tenderly wipes up the doctor's cream that oozes out of Bluey’s cookie before helping her daughter off the table.

As Chilli is discarding the wipes, Dr. Bones scrawls something on a few pieces of paper. He holds them out for Chilli. “Top one is a doctor’s note for today.  The next is a series of tests at a lab I want to be conducted to rule out a few causes of Bluey’s precocious puberty. Since tomorrow is Saturday, I will call in a few favors and get a rush placed on them for the morning. The last is a reminder for another appointment for Sunday afternoon. I want you, Mr. Heeler, and Bluey to come back to discuss the results and what options there are.” He explains as she takes the papers.

“Okay, doc. We will get them done and be back.” Chilli says taking the papers and ushering Bluey out the door of the exam room.

Dr. Bones sighs and starts cleaning the room, dumping the piss down the sink and removing the paper on the table. He looks up at the door as it opens. “They just pulled away.” Nurse Cleo Bones tells her brother.

“Huh-huh, and I got another appointment in twenty minutes.” He says.

“No you don’t. I rescheduled Ms. Warhurst and her daughter. You have about another hour.”

“Man, that Afghan pup is tight and her mom can really bend.” Dr. Forest Bones says, dreaming about his next patient that was going to need relief. The tip of his rocket starts peeking out of his sheath.

“I bet. Think I can join in this time?” Cleo asks, sinking to her knees before her brother and suckling on his tip.

“I can check.” He says, placing a hand on her head as she starts sucking and licking.

Meanwhile, Chilli pulls up to the park. She and Bluey get out and quickly find Bandit and Bingo near the main play area. She ushers Bluey to play with her sister before sitting down next to her husband. “So, how did it go?” Bandit asks.

“She is definitely in heat. She has to go to a lab tomorrow to get a few tests run and the three of us have to go back to Dr. Bones on Sunday to see what her options are.” Chilli explains.

“Is it a good idea for her to be out in public then?” Bandit asks, looking around to see if anyone was paying too much attention to his daughter.

Chilli winces. “No, he…” She starts before a voice interrupts her.

“Bluey, what’s that?” Bingo asks, pointing to a white slimy trail that is oozing down Bluey’s thigh.

“He did what exactly?” Bandit asks, his eyes narrowing.

Chilli groans, dropping her head into her hands. “Let’s get home. This is not a discussion for a public park.”