"How ya doin'?" Jazz's voice was a cheery, nasal twang that echoed through the stark hospital room. Reo, the raccoon, groaned and cracked an eye open to find the source of the sound. He was laying in a hospital bed, his arms wrapped in casts and propped up on pillows. His fur was matted and dirty from the car crash that had brought him here.

The room was a study in antiseptic blues and whites. The walls were painted in a shade that was too bright to be comforting, and the floor was a pattern of cold, hard tiles. The single window offered a view of the bustling city streets below, the lights flickering like distant stars in a concrete sky. The smell of cleaning solution and stale air permeated throughout the room. Machines beeped and whirred in a constant background melody, a rhythm that was almost comforting in its consistency.

Jazz, the nurse, was not what Reo expected a nurse to be like. Standing by the bed, Jazz was a burst of energy, her fur a vibrant mix of creams and browns that matched her cheerful disposition. Her eyes, two large, expressive orbs of chocolate, sparkled with a warmth that seemed to belie the gravity of the situation. She was petite for a rabbit, with a round face that always held a smile, even in the most challenging moments. Her ears, tall and pointed, stood at attention, twitching slightly as she took in her surroundings, ready to respond to any need that might arise.

Reo, feeling a bit overwhelmed, tried to sit up, but the pain in his arms brought him back down with a gasp. Jazz was quick to react, placing a gentle paw on his shoulder. "Easy, there, buddy," she said, her voice soothing. "Let's not rush things." She hopped over to the foot of the bed and pulled a chart from the end, her eyes scanning the medical jargon. "Looks like you've had quite the week, huh?"

"You could say that," Reo mumbled, his voice gravelly from disuse. He watched as she checked off various boxes with a small, precise pen that made a satisfying click with each mark. Her eyes darted up to meet his, her smile never faltering. "So, what's the plan, Doc?" He tried for a joke but was still so tired that it fell flat.

"Well, first things first," Jazz said, her tone becoming more serious. "I have to clean you up. You haven't had a bath since before the accident, and it's not healthy to stay dirty like this." She paused, her ears drooping slightly as she took in his defeated look. "Don't worry, I'll be as gentle as I can. It's just part of the job."

Reo felt his cheeks burn, and his tail flicked nervously behind him. The thought of being so vulnerable in front of someone he'd just met was mortifying. "Could I...have some privacy?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. Jazz's smile never left her face, but her eyes grew a bit sad. She knew this was hard for him, but she also knew that it had to be done.

"I'm sorry, Reo," she said gently. "But with your injuries, it's just not possible for you to do this alone."  She pointed at his obviously immobile arms, "It's hospital policy to have a medical professional administer all types of care, even cleaning. But," she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I promise, I've seen it all before. You've got nothing to be shy about." She winked at him, trying to lighten the mood.

Reo felt the heat rise even more in his cheeks. His mask was practically pulsing with embarrassment. He hadn't cleaned himself thoroughly in the last week, and the thought of Jazz seeing him in such a state was... well, it was more than a little humiliating. He tried to protest again, but the pain in his arms reminded him of his limitations. He wasn't worried so much about the grim on his body as a whole.  No, he was worried about his sheath.  It had been even longer since he cleaned inside of it.  It had always been such a pain that he usually left it alone, cleaning it once a month at most.  Not like he had anyone that would ever even get that close to his sheath.

"B-But I'm dirty,"  Reo protested one last time.  "Like really dirty."

"And I'm a professional."  Jazz beamed at him with a wink, almost melting his worries away.

'Maybe she will skip it,' Reo thought and prayed.

Jazz, seemingly oblivious to his inner turmoil, began to prep herself for the task at hand. She pulled out a fresh set of surgical gloves from a box by the bedside and snapped them on, her paws disappearing into the sterile white. She hummed a tune that was faintly familiar to Reo, something from an old children's show he hadn't heard in years. It was a sweet melody, one that seemed to dance around the room and fill the air with a gentle warmth. Despite the circumstances, he found it oddly comforting.

But seeing her move so effortlessly in preparing, he finally accepted it.  She was going to clean his dirty sheath.

With a gentle touch, Jazz began to clean his foot paws first, using a soft washcloth and a mild soap. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant, the warm water and the gentle scrubbing sending little shivers up his legs. Reo couldn't help but let out a small giggle as the tickling sensation grew more intense. It had been so long since he'd felt anything a simple touch from another could feel like. Jazz noticed his amusement and chuckled along with him. "Ticklish, are we?" she teased, her eyes still on her work.

"A little," Reo admitted, his cheeks reddening even more. He felt a strange mix of emotions—embarrassment at his body's response, relief that she wasn't judging him, and a growing sense of comfort in her care. Jazz's touch was firm but caring, each stroke a silent promise that she was there to help him heal.

Moving up his body, Jazz began to clean his legs. The sensation was surprisingly soothing, a stark contrast to the sting of the antiseptic she used to cleanse the road rash along his calves and thighs. "So," she said, her voice casual, "What do you do for a living, Reo?" She was trying to distract him from the discomfort, and it was working.

Reo took a deep breath, focusing on the gentle way she worked around the bandages and casts. "I'm a... a programmer," he said, his voice sounding far away. "I work for a tech company. It's not very exciting, but it pays the bills."

"Oh, that's cool," Jazz said, her eyes lighting up with genuine interest. "What kind of projects do you work on?"

Reo tried to focus on her question, his mind racing to come up with something to say that didn't involve the mundane details of his job. "Mostly backend stuff, database management, and some AI algorithms. It's... it's pretty complex," he said, hoping to leave it at that.

As Reo spoke, he didn't notice that Jazz had finished cleaning his legs and was starting to move his hospital gown. The feeling caught him mid sentence, though, and his heart began to race.  His breathing quickening as he felt the fabric slide up his body. He was suddenly acutely aware of every inch of his exposed fur and the way it felt against the crisp, clean sheets.

With a gentle tug, Jazz exposed his sheath. The smell hit her nose, a potent mix of musk, stale urine, and something that reminded her faintly of old cheese. She'd smelled worse before, much worse, but she knew this would be a delicate situation for her patient. She tried to not react.

Deep within Jazz's mind, the scent activated something within her, something she couldn't quite put into words. It was a primal instinct, a part of her genetic makeup as a rabbit that told her this was a creature in need of care and cleanliness.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of Reo's unkempt sheath, but she didn't let her personal reaction show on her face. She knew that the rational side of her was supposed to find the sight unpleasant, but the animalistic part of her was drawn to the natural, pungent smell.  Her heart rate picked up a beat, and she felt a slight quiver in her nether regions, something she quickly pushed aside.

The sheath was a cornucopia of dirt and smegma. It was clear that it had been neglected to be cleaned for a significant amount of time. The tip of his sheath was coated in a thick, white substance that clung stubbornly to the fur. The smell was potent, a blend of musk and something that was revolting yet tantalizing.  It was amazing that he could even pee with a blockage that thick.

Jazz's smile remained in place, but she knew she had to act fast before her instincts overwhelmed her. She took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. "It's okay, Reo," she assured him, her voice low and husky. "This is what we're here for. You're going to feel so much better once you're clean."

Her paws moved with purpose, gently parting the fur around his sheath. Even though her demenor was stoic, her body reacted on its own.  Her saliva pooled in her mouth, and she had to swallow hard to keep it from dripping down. The sight of his untouched, unwashed sheath was like heaven to her, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. She'd always been sensitive to the scent of males, but this was more intense than anything she'd experienced before. It was like a pheromone bomb had gone off in the room.

Reo's eyes grew wide as he watched her. As much as Jazz tried to hide it, he could see something different in her eyes, the way they had darkened and dilated. Her breathing was heavier, her movements more deliberate. It was like she was in a trance. "Jazz, are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with anxiety.  He was scared that she was repulsed and would throw up from the powerful smell.

But Jazz didn't seem to hear him. Her mind was racing with thoughts she had never had before. This wasn't just a patient anymore. He was a male, a creature that she was programmed to care for in every way possible. Her rabbit instincts were taking over, and she was powerless to stop them.

"For this part, please close your eyes," Jazz said, her voice thick with desire that she couldn't hide. Her paws were trembling as she removed her sterile gloves. She needed to feel him directly, not through a layer, a barrier, of protection.  Reo's eyes grew wide with confusion and a hint of fear, but he complied, shutting his eyes tightly.

With a deep breath, Jazz brought a finger to the tip of his sheath, feeling the sticky substance cling to her digit as she gently scooped out a small amount smegma. The scent grew stronger, more pungent, and she felt a rush of heat flood her body. Her cheeks flushed, and she swallowed hard as she brought her paw up closer to her face.

Without a word, she licked at her finger, bringing his cheese into her mouth. The taste was surprisingly rich, a blend of salt, urine, and old cum. It was a flavor that sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core, making her legs wobble slightly and her pussy clench. Reo's eyes remained clenched shut.

"Oh my," Jazz murmured, the words coming out gruff and full of a lust she hadn't felt before. She knew it was inappropriate, but she couldn't help it. "This calls for a deep cleaning.  Don't you worry one bit.  You're in good paws."

Leaning down, she placed the tip of his sheath in her muzzle, her nostrils flaring as she took a deep breath in. His cheesy musk filled her nose, and she couldn't help but savor the scent. It was a complex bouquet of male scents of his neglect and weeks worth of buildup. Her tongue darted out, the pink muscle slipping through the gap between her teeth, and she licked at the accumulation, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure. The flavor was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.  It was rich, salty, and oddly satisfying with a texture almost like custard.

Reo's eyes opened only slightly, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the warm, wet sensation of Jazz's mouth on his sheath. His body tensed, his mind racing with confusion and shock. He'd never felt anything like this before, the sudden intimacy of her actions crashing over him like a wave. He didn't know what to say, his brain a jumble of sensations that were new and overwhelming. All he knew was that it felt good.  Really good.

Jazz's tongue was a soft, insistent presence, working tirelessly to clean away the layers of grime that had accumulated over the weeks. Each pass was meticulous, her movements calculated and precise. The smegma clung stubbornly, but she was determined to leave no trace behind. Her eyes were closed in concentration, her breaths deep and steady as she worked.

Reo's body reacted almost involuntarily to the sudden and intense sensation. He felt a thrill run through him, his hips bucking slightly. The pleasure was so unexpected, so intense that he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He had never been touched there before, not like this, not by someone who seemed to genuinely enjoy it.

Her wet tongue went beyond just cleaning the tip.  She pushed inside of his warm cocoon, the nexus of his strongest tastes. The taste was just like the outside of his sheath, but so, so much stronger like it was in its pure, unrefined state. It was a heady mix of male musk, stale urine, and the strong taste of old cum that was all salty. Jazz couldn't get enough of it, her mouth watering with each pass she took. And with each lick, each bob of her head, more and more of his rancid cheese was moved from Reo, to her belly.

Reo's body was reacting on its own.  His cock was getting hard, pushing into her mouth.  He had never felt such pleasure in his life, and the situation was just so unexpected.  He tried to think of something else, anything to distract himself from the sensation, but it was too intense.  He felt his hips start to rock, pushing himself deeper into her mouth without meaning to.

Jazz noticed the change in his body's response and pulled away slightly, her eyes meeting his.  "It's okay," she whispered, her voice thick with lust.  "Let it happen." Her eyes were glazed over with desire, her breathing heavy and fast.

With a nod, Reo allowed himself to fully succumb to the sensation. His cock grew, pushing out of his sheath and standing tall, a testament to his arousal. Jazz took a moment to admire the sight, his shaft a deep red against the stark white of the hospital sheets. Each vein stood out , and she could see the smegma clinging to the crevices in his curved cock.

"See?" she said, her voice thick with lust, "Now I can clean you better. Totally a professional."

With those words, Jazz lowered her mouth licked at the base of his shaft where a large deposit of his cheese was.  This must have been the oldest cheese as it burned her nostrils.  As she licked it all up, the taste swirled in her mouth and her mind.  There was something so primal, so animalistic about this act.

Jazz continued to hunt for the last remaining spot of smega cleaning each quickly before coming to the last spot, his tip.  She engulfed his tip, letting her tongue roll over the glans, absorbing the flavor.

Reo's body was on fire, his mind lost in the haze of pleasure that Jazz's mouth brought him. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it was the most erotic experience of his life. The sensation of her tongue swirling around the head of his cock was driving him wild, and he couldn't help but moan in response.

Jazz took a moment to appreciate the sounds he was making, his body's natural reactions to her ministrations. It was all she could do not to devour him whole, but she knew she had to maintain some semblance of professionalism. With a final swipe of her tongue, she cleaned the last bit of smegma from his tip and sat back on her haunches, wiping her mouth with the back of her paw.  With one last, loud swallow, he was spotless.

"Alright, all clean," she said, her voice a little too cheerful.  Her breath reeked of old cheese and piss.  Despite breaking more than 20 hospital rules on patient care, her voice tried to return to one of professionalism.

Reo whimpered loudly. His cock was twitching and swaying.  Beads of clear precum dripped down the curves of his cock.  He was so close to an orgasm when she had pulled back. He gulped, trying steel himself for his request.

"Could... could you please finish?" he pleaded.  His eyes painting a portrait of his discomfort and need.

"I'm sorry, Reo, but that would be unprofessional."  She was bluffing.  She knew exactly what she did was wrong when her inner lust took over her rational mind, but was now she was trying to save face.

Reo searched his mind for any set of words that would change her mind.  It was like searching for the perfect puzzle piece on a rolling boat.

"I..I won't tell anyone what you did."  He meekly said.

"Tell them what," She said blankly.  She was not trying to be mean to the poor raccoon.  Jazz was trying to justify herself and the whole ordeal in her mind.  "Tell them I cleaned you?"  Her last bluff.

There was a moment of silence.  Then two as Reo and Jazz looked at each other all the while his stiff cock continued to twitch.  Out of nowhere, inspiration struck Reo.  With a burst of bravado the likes he has never felt before, spurred on by his need for release.  Without breaking eye contact, Reo spoke.

"It doesn't take long for me to get dirty again," Reo said, his voice a mix of desperation and challenge. "And it can be all yours... if you finish me off." He knew it was a gamble, but the look in Jazz's eyes told him she was just as lost in the moment as he was.

Jazz stared at him, his smegma still coating her lips. She licked them thoughtfully, the taste lingering in her mouth like a salty aftertaste. The scent of him was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more. With a quick look at the door then around the room, she nodded and whispered, "Deal."

Her eyes grew dark with lust again as she leaned back in, her paws moving to cradle his shaft. The soft fur of her pawpads contrasted with the roughness of his skin, creating a delightful friction that had him gasping. She took his cock back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.  She didn't even bob her head.  Rather, she kept his tip in her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the red, pulsing cock head. Her deft paw working his shaft.

Reo felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, the sensations threatening to push him over. He could feel the tension building in his lower belly, the pressure mounting with each pass of her tongue. He kept still as to not hurt his broken arms more.

Jazz was fully in control. Her paws moved faster, her grip tightening slightly. Reo's precum leaked into her muzzle, it's sweet taste contrasting the pure saltiness of his smegma. Right now, though, all that mattered was bringing him to climax and fast.

Reo's eyes rolled back into his head.  His legs strained, his toes curling as if trying to grasp the air. His body was a tightly wound spring, ready to release all the tension that had been building since the accident. The pain in his arms was forgotten as he focused on the exquisite sensation of Jazz's mouth on his cock.

Her paws worked in tandem with her tongue, a rhythm that seemed to speak to the very core of his being. The pressure grew, the need for release becoming more and more unbearable with each passing second.  He felt his balls draw up tight to his body, a clear sign that he was on the edge.

And then it happened. With a guttural grunt, Reo's hips bucked upward, his body taut as a bowstring. Jazz's eyes widened, but she didn't miss a beat as she felt the first rope of hot raccoon seed. His semen shot into her mouth, hot and thick, over and over in a seemingly endless tidal wave.

Reo's eyes squeezed shut tightly as the world around him faded to white. His ears rang as his body was a symphony of pleasure, each twitch of his cock and swirl of her tongue a crescendo of sensation that crashed over him like a wave. He could feel his balls draining, the pressure releasing in a sweet, sweet agony. It was a relief that washed over him like a warm shower, and he couldn't help but moan deeply as the last spurts of his cum filled Jazz's mouth.

She pulled off of his cock while still keeping his warm cum in her muzzle.  Even though she was a rabbit, she was acting as a squirrel, but for good reason.  She looked at Reo, his eyes still shut as he was in his own world of bliss.

After a few long moments, Reo's cock began to shrink back into his sheath all the while Jazz's tongue swam in his cum.  Still she didn't swallow.  Not yet.  She had to wait.

When Reo's cock finally went back into it's warm cocoon, Jazz lowered her head, once again putting the tip of his sheath in her mouth.  Slowly, very slowly, she allowed his cum, which still filled her mouth, to flow into his sheath, covering his cock.  Due to the large volume of cum being transfered, Reo's sheath bulged slightly.

Jazz knew she couldn't fit all of his cum back into his sheath, so when she was satisfied at the amount she transferred, she swallowed the rest.  It took two large gulps to clear her mouth.

"There," Jazz panted, "That should speed up the process a bit.  I want to see even more cheese the next time."  She smiled at him, though he was still lost in pleasure.  In his state, he couldn't hear her much less respond.

"And I should bring crackers next time..." Jazz whispered to herself.  The depraved thoughts once again breaking through her air of professionalism like a weed.

The raccoon was now snoring peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. The room had fallen into a quiet lull, the only sound the steady beep of the heart monitor and the occasional rustle of the sheets as he shifted in his sleep. She had carefully cleaned the top half of his body, but ever so gentle so to not wake the slumbering raccoon up.  She was a professional after all.

Jazz stood up, her paws feeling sticky from the task. She grabbed the soiled washcloths and tossed them into the dirty laundry bin with a satisfying thunk. She turned to leave, but before she could take a step out the door, she took one last lingering look at Reo's sleeping form.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. What had just happened? It wasn't the first time she had cleaned a male patient, but it was certainly the first time it had ended like that. She felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by the memory of his taste, his smell, the way he had responded to her.

Shaking her head, Jazz gathered her supplies and walked out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her. She made a mental note to check on him often, ensuring that his recovery was her top priority. As she stepped into the hallway, the cool air was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered in the room. The smell of antiseptic and bleach washed over her, grounding her back in reality.

She made her way to the nursing station.  As she approached the desk, she saw the schedule for the week, her eyes scanning over the names of her patients. When she saw Reo's name, and she reached for the pen.

Jazz scribbled her name in the slot next to Reo's, claiming him for the week.  The other nurses looked at her with a mix of confusion but she didn't care.  The smell of his smegma was like a delectable feast to her, and she was completely drawn to it.  Reo's cheese was like a drug that she hadn't known she needed until she'd tasted it and she was addicted.