Adam looked up at Roger from his bed. As frightening as it was, he was becoming used to behaving as Roger’s pet. It wasn’t as bad as he had thought. Being naked all the time was embarrassing, of course. The dog-tailed phallus residing in his ass was even more so. But Roger was good to him, for the most part. Though the rest of the world was sometimes treacherous, he knew his master was not going to hurt him.
So he was not too much disturbed when Roger came up to him with a beaming smile and said, “Come on, boy. Let’s go for a little ride.”
He followed Roger out to the car and climbed into the passenger’s seat when Roger held the door open for him. He tried to sit normally on the car’s seat, but putting any weight on his butt tended to drive the phallus painfully into him, shoving it much deeper. So he rose to his knees and braced his arms against the window, watching the road fly by as Roger drove.
He was completely fine until they began to pull into a driveway, and Adam saw the sign out front: “Rosewood Veterinary Clinic.” Then he began to panic.
Roger parked the car and looked over at him. He seemed to sense Adam’s distress. “Hey,” he said, “it’s okay boy. Don’t worry.” He patted Adam’s head and scratched his ears.
Roger got down from the car and came over to open Adam’s door. He had a leash in hand and clipped it to Adam’s collar. Then he led Adam down. They went into the vet’s office.
Adam tried to take deep breaths and not panic. He knew what they did to dogs in vet’s clinics. If he even heard the word “fixed,” he was prepared to bolt, Roger or no Roger.
Roger sat in one of the wooden chairs in the waiting room, next to a woman with a parakeet in a cage. With little else to do, Adam lay on the ground at his feet. A nurse came up to the counter and called, “Shirley Herron? Herron?” The girl with the parakeet got up and went around the counter, towards the back rooms.
Adam wondered how he could escape if he needed to. He’d tried several times before to get his collar off, but had had no success. Whatever drug it was that had weakened his legs to the point where he couldn’t stand had also affected his manual dexterity. His hands were a lot less useful than they had been. Presumably it would be difficult to ditch the leash as well, unless he pulled it out of Roger’s hands.
He was still trying to think of something when the nurse called Roger’s name, and Roger tugged his leash, leading him into the twisting maze of hallways behind the desk. They came to a seemingly arbitrary room, and Roger opened the door and went in. The only furniture was a wooden chair, a stool, a cabinet against one wall, and a large metal-topped bench in the center of the room. Posters of dog breeds and cat anatomy covered the white walls.
Roger sat in the chair, and in a minute, the doctor arrived, carrying a clipboard. “Hello Roger,” he said to Roger. He glanced down at the clipboard. “And this must be Adam, huh?” At the sound of his name, Adam looked up at the doctor warily.
“Yeah,” said Roger. “Apparently all the puppies in his litter were given biblical names. Adam and Eve, Noah, Joseph.”
“Hmm,” said the vet. “Alright. Want to help me get him on the table?”
Roger stood and one of them grabbed Adam from each end and hoisted him onto the metal counter. The stainless steel felt cool against Adam’s hands and knees.
The vet looked at a small display on the counter and made a note on the clipboard; apparently the thing had a scale built into it. “Hefty fella, isn’t he?” said the vet. Roger just shrugged and took his seat in the chair.
The doctor moved around the counter, feeling Adam from all sides. His invasive hands poked and prodded, feeling Adam’s ribs, looking into his ears, checking his teeth. “According to his chart, the pound got him all caught up on his shots, that right?” said the vet as he lifted Adam’s lip.
“Yeah, they do that for all the pets before they release them,” said Roger.
The vet went over to the cabinet and opened it, pulling out something which he shook lightly. “Just a routine checkup then. Anything seem weird with him lately?”
“Not really,” said Roger. “Although he seems to have some problems sitting down.”
The doctor made a “hmm,” sound and suddenly Adam yelped as something cold, hard, and long was unceremoniously shoved into his anus underneath the phallus.
“I know baby, I know,” said the vet, holding Adam’s hips still to keep him from moving. “It’s cold, isn’t it? We’re just going to check your temperature and I’ll take it out in a second.”
His cheeks burning, Adam held still, trying not to notice the thermometer in his ass, while the vet’s gloved hands continued to roam over his body. Then, as if to add insult to injury, the doctor cupped Adam’s balls firmly in one hand. “You gonna get him fixed?” he asked.
Adam’s whole body tensed, but to his infinite relief, he heard Roger say, “Nah, I don’t think so. At least not yet. I might want him to have puppies some day.”
“Your decision,” said the vet, and his hand left Adam’s balls. Adam felt a strange sliding in his anus as the thermometer was pulled out of him. The doctor scrutinized it for a second. “Temperature is normal,” he said. He made a note on the clipboard.
For a moment Adam felt relieved that that was over, but then he felt something else nudging at his anus. The vet was standing behind him, and Adam looked over his shoulder in time to see the doctor shove two gloved fingers into Adam’s asshole. “Trouble sitting down, you said?” said the vet.
Roger nodded. “It looks like it’s painful for him, yeah.”
Adam squirmed in discomfort as the fingers stretched him and poked around, feeling his insides. Their movement pushed the phallus forward into his prostate, and he shuddered as waves of sensation rippled through his body. He whimpered, causing the vet to make a slight sympathetic noise.
After far longer than Adam would have liked, the fingers were finally withdrawn. “His flesh does seem to be rather sensitive there,” said the vet. “I’ll give you some suppositories to give him regularly that should make it easier for him.” He scribbled something on a small notepad attached to the clipboard, then ripped off the sheet and handed it to Roger. “Just place one of these in his anus every week, and he should be fine. If you need a lesson on how to do it, come back and I’ll show you.”
Roger thanked the doctor and together they lifted Adam off the table and placed him back on the floor. Roger re-clipped his leash. “Thank you very much,” he said. He walked out the door. With a slight limp, Adam followed.