It started out the same as any other day, the large male exiting his car and grabbing an ID badge on a lanyard. The small square of plastic bore his face and a fake name, one created by an enterprising friend who had created many fake identities for him in the past. He had arrived in town the night before, checking into a hotel under his pseudonym with a credit card, ID and docs that bore his fake name. By tomorrow, he'd be gone with nothing but recordings and memories of his deeds. Today he was a doctor named Chris, pediatrician by specialty, and one with a slate of girls assigned to him seemingly randomly by the hospital computers.

As he entered the building, he was greeted by an overly enthusiastic cheetah receptionist who stood and announced with a pleasant chirp, "Dr. Stone! Welcome! We're so glad to have someone with as exceptional pedigree as yours working here! Let me show you to your new exam room! We just refit it!"

With a flourish, the cheetah showed him down the hall, the cute thing prattling on about the latest equipment, the long-standing traditions and the high esteem in which the office was held in the local community. If 'Chris' had been of the inclination to take a girl like her, she would have made a fine choice. Taut rear accentuated by a short but socially acceptable skirt and long tail that flickered with a genuine excitement for her work. But her type never quite got to him. No, his patients, their young forms and impossibly tight openings were his cause célèbre.

With a smile, she opened the door to his new exam room, clicking on the lights and gesturing in. It was sparsely furnished, with an exam table, a side chair and a stool in front of a computer on a rolling stand. "Here we are!" She announced, motioning him in. "Freshly redone just for you! Those buttons on the wall are our new patient privacy system. Top one plays a white noise to the outside hall so that conversations are muffled, bottom turns on active noise cancelling for particularly sensitive conversations. We tested it yesterday. You can't hear a thing, even if someone's shouting in here!"

The male would smile, giving the cheetah a nod, "Thank you. I'm ready for my first patient when they arrive." He would state plainly, grabbing his phone from his pocket, the list of patients pre-loaded and ready for him. The cheetah's smile would fade slightly as she nodded, turning away to walk back to her post. He hadn't even asked her name! But Chris knew she didn't have time to overthink his behaviors. There were patients in the lobby and one of them had his name on her.

The male would close the door, studying himself in the mirror. Large but not overly so. Of a mixed, genetically-altered heritage that was uncommon but aimed to be as unremarkable as possible. Something resembling a wolf, but different, more lanky, cheeks dotted with markings that resembled a cheetah. Against his lower back lay tentacles, twisted around one another to remain unobtrusive beneath his shirt, their tips ending in sharp points whose function would become apparent soon enough.

A knock at his door signified his first patient of the day. After a moment, the door opened and the cheetah would show in a puma and her mother, closing the door behind her wordlessly. Chris waited patiently as the mother took a seat in the side-chair after lifting her daughter onto the examination table, the hybrid male pressing the bottom button of the noise-cancellation system.

"Good morning!" He'd announce pleasantly, walking towards the mother and daughter, stethoscope swinging from his neck. "Just what brings the two of you in today?"

"Well, little Melanie is due for her annual physical, and she's been awfully fussy of late, too." Came the reply from the adult puma, looking between her daughter and the hybrid male almost looming over the two of them.

"Well then," Chris would begin, removing the stethoscope, placing the tips in his ears, "Let's start with a listen to her lungs, shall we?" He'd continue, the tentacles at the base of his back unwinding and extending slightly, the metal of the instrument slipped under the loose fabric of the girl's shirt to rest near her lungs. "Breathe deeply."

Melanie would comply, giving a deep breath, then another as she was instructed. All the while, Chris' paw would move the stethoscope, eyes glancing between the girl and her mother, tentacle moving slowly from his lower back to behind the adult puma with a stealthy precision.

"Good. Sounding good there. Another breath." He'd command, eyes focusing solely on the girl's mother now, making sure his actions went unnoticed as the tentacle adjusted itself, the tip lodging into the back of her neck. A grin would cross his lips as he watched the mother's face go slack, her eyes starting to dart around as he hijacked her brain, making her see something totally different than what was happening around her. The paw that held the stethoscope soon found itself sliding along the girl's chest, the other lifting the fabric slightly, "We'll need to remove your clothes for this next bit."

The puma girl would comply with him almost wordlessly, nary a protest heard from her. After the last doctor's visit, she had been chastised for fussing and complaining too much, and her mother had instructed her to just listen and follow directions, and she had even been bribed with the promise of an ice cream should she listen. That promise was one that was ringing in her mind as she lifted her arms, allowing the hybrid male to remove her shirt, revealing her slight form to him, all of 6 years, with a flat chest and almost no curves.

"There's a good girl. Next the pants and panties." Chris would command, watching as she unbuttoned the denim shorts she was donning, sliding them down her thighs with her panties as she looked to him, "Why...do they have to come off?" She'd question, her first of the day.

"So that I can give you a thorough exam!" Came the reply from the male, a look of approval as the fabric dangled around her ankles, eyes hungrily taking her in, "That's good. Now, lay back so I can give you the next part of your exam."

Melanie would compliantly lay back on the exam table, the paper crinkling beneath her as she looked to her mother for reassurance. What she saw was her mother's eyes looking around randomly, studying parts of the room that held no interest, mouth moving like she was talking but no words were coming out. She seemed like she was dreaming. "Is mommy okay?" She'd question, looking to Chris as he got on his knees in front of the exam table, his muzzle positioned between her thighs, hot breath tickling at her opening as he moved precariously close to her.

"She's fine." Came the terse reply, one that was then followed up by the feeling of thumbs spreading her open, resulting in a sharp gasp from the puma. "Mommy says grown-ups shouldn't touch there!" She would exclaim, her slit spread wide for the male to examine, eyes hungrily studying it before he replied to her, "Well, mommy isn't telling me to stop, now is she?"

Chris' tongue would lash out to lap over that youthful, resisting slit as Melanie cried out, starting to thrash slightly, with a sharp "No!" resounding from her. But it was already too late. With the noise-cancellation on and her mother's mind flooded with an overriding image of a normal visit to the doctor, the fun was about to begin.