The room in the medical wing smelled of antiseptic. A large middle aged red wolf with greying fur sat behind the small desk, wearing a doctor's lab coat. He examined a chart on his terminal while he waited: Linda Hunt, a fox lady just turned thirty and long list of entries covering even the tiniest medical detail about her. But the wolf wasn't looking at any of those. He was looking at her photograph. She looked fair, with long hair, pleasant smile, alluring eyes... The wolf was completely absorbed in every detail of her face when the door buzzer suddenly sounded.

He jerked upright.

He took quick mental note of everything in the room. There was a gurney on a trolley, various machines with hoses going in and out of them, his equipment bag... everything seemed in order. He cleared his throat and then pressed the door lock button. 

A faint buzz sounded from the outside and moment later the door opened. In walked a slender fox woman wearing only a hospital gown.

The wolf rose up and smiled. "Please, come in miss Hunt. I'm doctor Morris." He waited until she was close and extended his hand. 

She shook his hand tentatively and nodded. "Doctor."

He nodded in turn. Then he gestured toward the gurney. "Please have a seat here and we'll get started."

She did as instructed and sat leaning against the gurney.

"Ready?"

She breathed deep. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The doctor nodded. "Understandable. It's a momentous occasion for you. But don't worry, you're in completely safe hands." He smiled, although perhaps not quite reassuringly. "Now first, please take your gown off."

She sighed. She didn't want to, but she knew she had to. She gave the garment a tug and the seam at the back came open. She let it fall open and then pulled the gown off her from the front. The doctor held out his hand and she handed the gown to him. She tried to cover herself with her hands while he placed the gown onto his desk.

He turned back to face her. "It's ok, miss. Just try to relax."

She wasn't very reassured, but tried to sit more nonchalantly.

"Now, I'll check your arterial catheters." He stepped in and leaned in close to her chest.

She forced herself to keep still and not cradle her breasts again with her hands as the doctor examined the tubes coming off her left shoulder, just under her clavicle. She looked away as the moment stretched on, each second feeling more awkward.

Finally the doctor rose up again. "Everything seems to be in order. Now lay down and we can proceed."

Glad that the doctor's face wasn't in her breast anymore she relaxed a bit. She lay down on her back with her head resting on the uncomfortable pillow.

The doctor picked up a bag from the floor and placed it on the gurney next to her legs. He rummaged in it for a moment and then lifted up some leather straps with buckles.

She regarded him curiously.

He placed them on the gurney and then held just one of them up. "Now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to strap your arms and legs with these."

She looked a bit apprehensive. "Come now Doctor, I'm going to be running away."

He gave a small smirk. "Sorry, but it's protocol. It's rare, but there's a possibility that you'll have a reaction to the medication and we don't want you to hurt yourself accidentally. This is for your own safety."

She looked at the strap and swallowed. After a moment she finally nodded weakly and said a faint ok.

He nodded in response and then started to work securing her. He took each of her arms and strapped them to the bars above her head on each side of the gurney. Then he did the same to her legs, spreading them with each of her ankles secured to the sides.

The doctor lifted the bag back onto the floor, but took more item out. "Now, lastly, a muzzle for your mouth."

She looked even more apprehensive now as he approached, holding it in front of her face. He paused for a moment to see if she would fight it. She cowed back a bit, but then let him slip it on and pull the straps behind her head.

She breathed in deep to try to calm herself.

She tried to breathe in deep to try to calm herself.

She tried to breathe.

The muzzle clung to her face and then she realized. The muzzle had no airholes.

Her eyes became wide. She turned to look at the doctor. The wolf was grinning toothily like a predator.

She made a muffled noise as she tried to scream into her muzzle, but hardly any air moved past the rubber seals.

The wolf grabbed her breast with his hand. He groped her, rubbed his palm against her nipple. "Don't bother, these rooms are sound proof, *for your privacy*." With his other hand he pulled the zipper on his coat open, revealing the bulge in his pants. He climbed onto the gurney and kneeled between her legs. He unfastened his belt and popped open the button on his trousers. With relief his pants dropped down, revealing his large canine member, fully erect up to his knot.

He leaned in over her. "I've really been looking forward to this." He resumed groping her breasts. "Ever since I saw your picture in your file, I knew I wanted to have you as my little snuff toy."

She whimpered, but each whimper was voiceless and only served to puff air out from the muzzle. The rubber sealing back in turn every time she tried to pull in another breath. She struggled against her bonds, but it was useless.

"Yes, you're such a pretty little vixen and I'm going to have you all for myself..." He pushed down against her to steady her while he aimed his cock. And then, he rammed it into her.

She yipped and shook her head.

He started thrusting rhythmically into her. His fingers grasped her breasts painfully tightly. "Yes! You're so tight! Doesn't that feel good?"

Tears ran out of her eyes as she squeezed them shut to try to cope with the pain and manhandling. Her heart raced like mad, the pulse pounded in her head as her lungs started to burn with the suffocation. Her whole body squirmed as she tried to breathe.

"Yes! Struggle for me, make my cock even harder!" Each time she pushed against him, he pushed in deeper, until his whole knot slipped into her.

Pain! Must breathe... pain! She felt dizzy. Her strength was fading as her body burned through its remaining oxygen at tremendous rate.

"Almost there! I can feel you dying." Her slacking body made him double his efforts. He looked straight into her tear filled eyes. Then she fell completely limp. Her eyes rolled up and her head lolled to the side. This pushed him over the edge and he thrusted once, twice, hip deep into her cunt... His seed exploded into her dying body.

He collapsed on top of her body, gasping for air from his intense orgasm.

As he settled down he could feel her faint frantic heartbeat through her chest. Beatbeatbeatbeat... beat... and... then stillness. He smiled, and stroked gently her face.

He knelt up. There was a wet pop as he pulled his knot out without regard for her dead pussy. Cum flowed out.

He sighed deep. He hated working with his knot out, but it was so worth it.

He stood up and pulled his pants up. He secured them with just his belt, leaving his cock standing out. Then he got to work.

He pulled a machine on a cart next to the gurney and then fished couple hoses out. He hooked them up to the catheters on the vixen's body and pressed a button. Cold bio-antifreeze started flowing into her, while blood started flowing out. He quickly undid the leather straps and the muzzle and placed them back in his bag.

He started to nonchalantly whistle and stroke her breast while he waited. Her skin was rapidly getting colder as the liquid brought her body's temperature down, slowing the decay and preserving her body - and brain.

After a moment the machine beeped. The doctor pulled the plugs off and capped the catheters.

Next he opened the thick round cover cap on a large body-length metal cylinder next to the gurney trolley. He released the brake on the trolley and moved it a bit to aim it right, and then released the gurney. He gave it a push and the gurney with the vixen's cold body rolled into the cylinder. The cap closed with a thunk, sealing her in. He tapped a few more buttons and the whole cylinder flushed with liquid helium, flash freezing her body without creating ice crystals in her tissues. After a few moments he cycled it and replaced the helium with liquid nitrogen for long term storage.

He returned to his desk, still whistling. He tapped some keys on his terminal and the status line on miss Hunt's file changed to 'cryofrozen'. 

Another job well done, he thought. One more colonist preppped and no one the wiser to what he was doing. He really loved his job. Just too bad he knew she wasn't *really* dead. Not permanently. Hmm. His thoughts started to wander. Maybe he could botch one... All he'd need to do is wait a little longer... Just long enough to let her brain die, permanently. Who'd know? They'll be a century and fifteen lightyears removed when she doesn't wake up after thawing. Mmmm. A delicious thought... Maybe next time...

Ah, crap! He noticed his knot was hardening again.