Bianca Ketria is a 6'6" ft tall, 47 year old human woman who’s had quite her fair share of bodily modifications, specifically her ears, tailbone and eyes, giving her large golden-blonde fox ears with cream tips atop her head, nine, long and large golden-blonde fox tails with cream tips attached to her tailbone, and fox-like deep purple eyes with slit pupils. Her figure however is one of her many blessings that did not require any modifications, as her overly curvaceous figure sports a pair of extremely large breasts, each four times the size of her own head, a somewhat slim waist with a plump, squishy belly that jiggles with every movement, but most notably, her lower half is considerably larger than her upper half, sporting her incredibly wide, plump hips that extend decently past her shoulders, her massive, round, fat ass cheeks that could be used as a bed for her lovers, and her thick, plump thighs, practically thicker than her own waist. While her lower half may seem like it would slow her down, her legs were also modified to be strong enough to carry her entire figure, allowing her to run just as fast as any other normal human. To also note, Bianca has waist-length golden-blonde hair with shoulder-length locks framing her face, fair, slightly pinkish skin and plump, pink lips. Her skin has no fur whatsoever, with her mons pubis being the only exception as she has thick pubic hair growing out of it. She also has an annoying problem with her massive ass, as it’s constantly covered in sweat and the itch on her anus never seems to go away no matter how many times she digs her fingers inside of it, but fortunately, the smell isn’t bad enough to be smelled unless you’re literally pressing your nose in between her ass cheeks.

Bianca usually dresses in a dark red ribbed sweater which her enlarged nipples poke through, tight black jeans that if it wasn’t for their elasticity, they would’ve ripped apart due to her massive lower half, thigh-high black socks with gold trim, black combat boots with gold buckles, a black belt with a gold buckle around her waist, and a white lab coat over her sweater that’s always left unbuttoned. She also wears dark red lipstick that tastes like cherries, dark purple oval-shaped earrings that hang from the lowest part of her ears, and a pair of dark purple pearls around her neck.

Bianca’s personality is nothing short of sultry, motherly, playful, confident and flirtatious. She also has a tendency to tease others, whether that be verbally or physically, and while she may seem like someone who wouldn’t take anything seriously, she’s actually quite responsible and caring, especially towards her job as a sexologist. Despite her teasing and flirtatious personality, she’s completely indifferent towards those she helps get it off, using every part of her body to help them release their tension, with her vagina being her only closed-off part as for one… she’s had her genetics altered so she’s as fertile and spry as a woman in her twenties despite her age and two… she’s saving her virginity for the one she loves… whenever she finds him, that is. And while she has no qualms in helping her patients release their tension with her body, she never actually enjoys the act herself, only doing it because it’s her job and she genuinely cares for her patients.

"Ugh… this damn itch…" Bianca grumbled under her breath as she leaned against the wall of her office, her tails flicking in annoyance as she reached into the waistband of her jeans and began scratching her anus furiously. "Seriously… why won’t it go away already!?" She groaned as she dug her fingers deeper inside of her ass crack, her large ass cheeks jiggling slightly from the movement. Despite her frustration, she couldn’t help but let out a small moan as her fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, her tails curling slightly in pleasure. "Just a little longer… almost got it—" She muttered before suddenly hearing the sound of her assistant’s voice through the intercom. "Ms. Ketria, your next patient is here."

Bianca sighed and pulled her hand out of her pants, wiping her fingers on her lab coat before straightening herself out and adjusting her sweater. "Send him in." She called out, her voice shifting from irritated to professional in an instant. The door opened, revealing you, a 5'10" ft tall male with fair skin, spiky, waist-length black hair that has shoulder-length bangs, covering your right eye completely, inky black eyes, and despite your relatively young age, more prominent creases have developed under each of your eyes. You have a slender yet toned build, and wear a deep crimson turtleneck sweater, black jeans, black steel-toe boots, and a long black unbuttoned trenchcoat.

"Hmm…? My, my, this man is quite the looker." Bianca thought to herself as she eyed you up and down, her tails flicking in interest. "Welcome~" She purred, leaning forward slightly to give you a better view of her cleavage. "Please, take a seat." She gestured to the large, plush bed in the center of the room. "So, what brings you to my office today~?" She asked, her tone dripping with honeyed sweetness.

You hesitated for a moment, your fingers twitching slightly as you glanced around the room. "I… uh… I was due for a routine checkup and during so the doctor suggested I come see you," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Said something about ‘irregularities’ in my size." Bianca’s ears perked up at this, her interest piqued. "Oh? And what exactly was ‘irregular’ about it~?" She asked, her grin widening as she leaned in closer. "You do realize where you are, don’t you~?"

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, tugging at the hem of your turtleneck. "I-I mean… it’s not like I *wanted* to come here," you admitted, your cheeks flushing slightly. Bianca chuckled softly, her tails swaying lazily behind her. "Relax, sweetheart~" She cooed, reaching out to gently pat your knee. "No need to be so nervous. Just take off your pants and we’ll see what we’re dealing with." Her tone was playful yet reassuring, a stark contrast to the way her fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary on your thigh.

With a deep breath, you undid your belt and slid your jeans down, revealing the aforementioned ‘irregularity’. Bianca’s eyebrows shot up in surprise—her usual confident demeanor faltering for just a moment. "Well, well…" She murmured, her deep purple eyes gleaming with intrigue. "If my math is correct, that’s about eight inches flaccid, and with a… four-inch girth?" She let out a low whistle, leaning in closer to examine you. "Do you get much bigger when you’re aroused?"

Your cheeks burned hotter as you cleared your throat. "Uh… yeah. But not by much… it just gets a lot harder," you admitted. Bianca hummed thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her plump lips. "Fascinating," she mused, before suddenly grinning like a fox spotting prey. "Tell me—do you have any partners? A girlfriend? A wife?" The sudden shift in tone made you blink. "N-no?" you stammered, unsure where this was going.

Bianca’s tails swayed with barely contained amusement as she leaned in, her cleavage pressing against your knee. "Ohhh~ So no one’s ever *properly* appreciated you?" she purred, her breath warm against your ear. Before you could respond, she abruptly straightened up, clapping her hands together. "Right! Well, medically speaking, there’s nothing *wrong* with you—but… as your physician, I *highly* recommend an… examination." Her grin turned wicked as she began to remove her lab coat.

You swallowed hard as she tossed the coat aside, revealing how her sweater strained against her chest. "What kind of—" "Shhh, just lie back," Bianca interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. Her other hand trailed down your thigh with practiced ease. "This clinic specializes in *stress relief*—and honey, you’re practically vibrating with tension." Her hand suddenly cupped your balls, making you jerk. "See? *So* sensitive~"

Bianca’s breath hitched as she squeezed gently, her slit pupils dilating. "Mmm, and *so* full..." She licked her lips absentmindedly before catching herself and clearing her throat. "Ahem. Right—professionalism." The way her thumbs circled your shaft betrayed her clinical tone. "Well, as it appears that you have no partner to assist with... maintenance, it falls to *me* to ensure proper..." She paused, leaning in until her cherry-scented breath ghosted over your tip. "*Drainage.*"

You barely had time to process the word before she untucked her sweater and began removing it, revealing her oversized breasts barely contained in a lacy black bra. "Now," she murmured, unclasping it with one hand while the other kept stroking you, "standard procedure would be call for a pump, but—" The bra fell away with an audible snap, her nipples stiffening instantly in the cool air. "Given your *unique* physiology, I believe a... *hands-on* approach would be more effective."

Her breasts pressed against your thighs as she leaned down, the heat radiating off her skin making you twitch. "Relax," Bianca cooed, her tails swishing behind her like a contented cat. "You won’t hurt me." Her hands moved to either side of her chest, squeezing inward until her cleavage formed a slick, warm channel around you. "Oh my," she breathed, watching and feeling your cock throb against her flushed skin. "That’s a *very* strong reflex—good circulation."

You hissed through your teeth as she began rubbing up and down, her breasts pillowing around you with every slow stroke. "Mmm… see? Much better than a pump," Bianca murmured, her voice thick with amusement—though her pupils were blown wide. A bead of precum glistened at your tip; she suddenly whipped out her tongue, which was far longer than it should’ve been, and caught it before it could fall. "*Very* good fluid retention too," she noted clinically, though her ears were flattened against her head in unmistakable arousal.

Her technique shifted—no longer just stroking, but adding her long tongue into the mix, swirling the tip while her cleavage worked the shaft. "You’re… ah… surprisingly skilled," you managed, gripping the sheets. Bianca chuckled, the vibration traveling straight through you. "Decades of *research*," she purred, then abruptly pulled away—you nearly groaned in protest before realizing she was reaching for a clipboard. "For documentation," she explained breathlessly, scribbling notes while her tails took over, wrapping snugly around your base, lazily pumping. "Patient exhibits… *exceptional* vascular engorgement—"

A knock at the door made her ears snap upright. "*Occupied!*" she barked, then softened her voice as she leaned closer to your ear. "Ignore interruptions," she whispered, tossing the clipboard aside. Her breath hitched as she began to unbuckle her belt, her tails still working in hypnotic rhythm. "This next procedure..mmh..requires full skin contact—" The belt clattered to the floor as she wiggled her jeans down her hips, revealing sweat-slicked skin and the unmistakable scent of cherries mixed with musk.

Bianca kicked off her boots with surprising grace before shoving off her jeans entirely. "Now then," she murmured, behind down at the foot of the bed, giving you a full-view of her massive ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she spreaded them apart. Between her cheeks was a sticky, sweaty mess that she didn't seem to mind showing off. "See this?" She wiggled her fingers teasingly near her anus, which was quite large and gaped slightly from years of use—though not in the way you'd expect. "My *only* medical condition—chronic anal itch. You wouldn't believe how distracting it is during consultations."

You blinked as she suddenly turned and crawled onto the bed, her tails brushing the ceiling. "But that's irrelevant right now," Bianca purred, positioning her massive ass above your lap, her sweat dripping down onto your thighs. "The important thing is relieving *your* condition." She spreaded her buttocks with one hand, revealing her dripping-wet pussy—noticeably untouched, and completely smooth aside from a thick patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"P-professionalism," you stammered, unable to tear your eyes away as she lowered herself toward your erection. Bianca chuckled darkly, her tails wrapping around your wrists to pin them to the bed. "Oh sweetheart," she murmured, her breath hitching as the tip of your cock brushed against her anus, slick with sweat and something suspiciously like pre-lube. "We're *way* past professionalism." Her slit pupils dilated further as she began to pant. "Now—deep breath for me—"

But, before she could sink down, a thought crossed her mind—something that hadn't occurred to her in years. She froze suddenly, her ears twitching. "Wait," Bianca breathed, her voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I… I need to see your face." She released your wrists and turned around, straddling you properly now. Her massive breasts pressed against your chest as she cupped your cheeks with trembling hands. "Hmm…" She studied your features with sudden intensity, her tails flicking uncertainly.

"This man…" she thought, her heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with arousal. "Could he be the one for me?" The idea seemed ridiculous—but something about the way your inky-black eyes reflected the dim clinic lights made her hesitate. After a long moment, she pulled back slightly, her teasing grin returning—but softer now. "Tell me, sweetheart," she murmured, tracing a finger along your jawline, "am I… beautiful to you?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. "I—well, obviously—" you stammered, your cheeks flushing darker. Bianca interrupted with a quiet laugh, her tails curling around your arms. "Not my body," she clarified, her voice surprisingly gentle. "Me. Look up." She tilted your chin upward until your gaze met hers—and for the first time, you noticed the faint crow's feet around her fox-like eyes, the slight unevenness in her lipstick from biting her lip when nervous.

Bianca's breath hitched as she watched your expression. "If you had the chance, would you take me out?" she asked, her usual bravado cracking slightly. "Somewhere... normal. Not this clinic." Her ears twitched as she added, quieter, "I've never actually been on a date before." The admission hung between you like a fragile thread—her tails tightened around your wrists almost protectively, as if bracing for rejection.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment. "You're serious?" you murmured. Bianca nodded, her deep purple eyes shimmering with something unfamiliar—vulnerability. "Deadly," she whispered. Then, with a shaky laugh, added, "Though I wouldn't mind if you still wanted to finish this appointment first." Her attempt at humor fell flat as she bit her lip, leaving cherry-flavored teeth marks in the dark red wax.

A strange warmth bloomed in your chest as you reached up, brushing a stray golden-blonde lock behind her fox ear. "How about tomorrow night, would that—" Bianca interrupted by pressing her forehead against yours, her tails fluffing up in excitement. "*Yes.* Seven o'clock. Meet me here." She hesitated, then added in a rush, "I’ll be waiting for you outside—in *normal* clothes. No lab coat." The way she emphasized "normal" suggested she'd never said the word with such reverence before.

The air between you crackled with something new as Bianca got herself back into position—but this time, she didn’t face her back toward you. Instead, she lowered herself onto you front-facing, her expression open in a way you hadn’t seen before. "Now, how about we finish this appointment *properly*," she murmured, her breath hitching as she grabbed your cock and position it not at her anus, but her untouched pussy. She paused momentarily to take one last look at your face before sinking down onto you completely, gasping softly as she did so.

Her tails twitched violently as she adjusted to the sensation, her fingers digging slightly into your shoulders. "*Oh*, that’s… different," she muttered, more to herself than to you. Her usual confidence faltered for a split second—then she rolled her hips experimentally, and her ears perked up. "Mmm, that *does* feel nice," she admitted, almost reluctantly. Then, with a smirk that held less teasing and more genuine warmth, she added, "This is embarrassing, but… I was a virgin up until just now. Please… *be gentle with me*?"

You blinked—then laughed softly, your hands moving instinctively to cradle her wide hips. "I’d have never guessed," you teased, earning a playful smack from one of her tails. But as she began rocking against you in earnest, her breathless moans filled the room—less performative than before, more *real*. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her tails curling tightly around your thighs as if anchoring herself. "I—*ah*—always assumed my first time would be… messier," she confessed between gasps. "Less… *romantic*."

Bianca’s rhythm stuttered when you suddenly sat up, wrapping your arms around her waist to pull her down flush against you. Her breasts pressed against your chest, her breath hitching as your lips brushed hers. "*This* is romantic? Ms. Ketria, I could make this far more *romantic*," you murmured against her mouth before kissing her deeply—and for the first time, she melted into it, her usual bravado crumbling. Her tails loosened their grip, instead falling limp against the bed in surrender.

When you broke the kiss, Bianca stared at you with wide, almost bewildered eyes. "You… *kissed* me," she breathed, as if it were some revolutionary medical discovery. Her fingers traced her swollen lips absently. "No one’s ever—patients don’t—" You silenced her with another kiss, slower this time, your hands sliding up to cradle her face. When you pulled back again, her tails were twitching like startled kittens. "Was I not supposed to?" you asked, genuine worry creeping into your voice.

Bianca let out a shaky laugh, her usual sultry demeanor utterly shattered. "*Goodness*, no, it’s—" She swallowed hard, her ears flattening shyly. "I just didn’t expect it to feel this… *important*." Her hips rocked forward tentatively, her breath hitching as she adjusted to the sensation. "Normally I’d be giving some… ah… *clinical* commentary right now," she admitted between shallow breaths, "but I think you’ve… *mmph*… rendered me scientifically inarticulate."

You brushed your thumbs along her flushed cheeks, watching as her slit pupils dilated further. "Should I stop?" you murmured—only for Bianca to suddenly tighten around you, her tails lashing. "*Don’t you dare*," she hissed, then immediately looked mortified by her own desperation. Clearing her throat, she added in a strained attempt at professionalism, "I mean—*ahem*—the treatment isn’t… *complete* yet."

Bianca’s attempt at composure shattered when you rolled your hips upward experimentally, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. "F-fascinating," she stammered, her claws digging into your shoulders as her tails coiled tighter around your legs. "The… *ah*… friction coefficient is significantly higher than anticipated." You chuckled at her stubborn adherence to clinical language, even as her entire body trembled above you. "Is that your professional opinion?" you teased, earning a half-hearted glare.

"Ms. Ketria, could you sit up straight for me?" you murmured suddenly, releasing her hips. Bianca blinked down at you, her ears twitching in confusion. "W-why?" she asked, but complied—only to yelp when your hands moved to interlock fingers with hers. "For this," you explained simply, squeezing her palms as you began thrusting upward in earnest. Bianca’s breath hitched as her tails thrashed against the bed. "*Oh*—that’s—that’s *not* standard procedure!" she protested weakly, though her hips rolled to meet yours instinctively.

Her attempt at professionalism dissolved into breathy whimpers as you kept pace, her claws pricking your palms. "I—*ah*—should’ve *charged* you extra," she gasped, her forehead dropping to yours as her tails coiled around your waist. You chuckled darkly, nipping at her lower lip. "Just think of our upcoming date as installment payments." Bianca groaned—half in pleasure, half exasperation—before her entire body stiffened suddenly. "W-wait, I—*ohhh fuuuccckkk*—" Her tails puffed up violently as she came with a shuddering gasp, her grip crushing your fingers.

As her trembling subsided, Bianca lifted her head slowly, her fox ears twitching with dazed embarrassment. "I-I… what was *that*?" she whispered, staring at you with wide eyes. You brushed a sweaty golden-blonde lock behind her ear. "That was an orgasm," you teased gently. Her cheeks flushed impossibly darker. "*I know that*, you little—" She cut herself off with a frustrated huff, her tails flicking irritably. "I mean why did it feel like *that*? Patients never—my body never—*ugh*!" She buried her face in your shoulder with a groan.

You chuckled, running your fingers through her silky tails as they gradually relaxed. "Want another kiss? For research purposes?" Bianca lifted her head just enough to glare at you, but the effect was ruined by how her ears perked up at the suggestion. "*Hmph*. As your physician," she muttered imperiously, "I *strongly* recommend… further study." You obliged, catching her lips in a slow kiss that made her tails curl around your wrist like grasping fingers.

Bianca pulled back first, panting slightly. "Fascinating," she murmured against your mouth, though her clinical tone was undercut by the way her hips twitched against yours. "Preliminary data suggests… ah… significantly higher dopamine response compared to previous test cases." You rolled your hips upward pointedly, making her gasp mid-sentence. "I suppose you’ll require a sample as well?" you teased—and were rewarded when her tails smacked your thighs indignantly.

The moment stretched longer than either of you expected—until Bianca suddenly raised her massive ass high enough to almost slip off you entirely. "This may hurt you," she warned unexpectedly, her voice oddly serious beneath the breathlessness. Before you could ask why, she slammed back down with surprising force—her entire body shuddering as she cried out. "*Oh fuck*, the angle—" she gasped, her tails lashing wildly.

The sudden roughness startled you—but then Bianca began to repeat the motion with increasing fervor, her sweat-slicked thighs slapping against yours. "D-don't misunderstand," she panted between thrusts, her fox ears flattened against her head. "This isn't—*ah*—out of anger. Just—*hnngh*—oh fuck this dimwited scientific talk—" She broke off with a ragged groan, her nails raking down your chest. "Make me your bitch already!"

You arched an eyebrow at her sudden vulgarity—then shoved her hard off of you onto her back, managing to knock the wind out of her massive body for half a second before pinning her wrists above her head. Bianca's tails thrashed wildly, her pupils blown wide. "H-hold on, what are you—fuuuccckkkk—" Her protest died in her throat as you slammed back inside without warning, her oversized breasts bouncing violently with the impact.

Bianca's claws dug into the sheets, her fox ears twitching erratically. "*You little—ah!—bastard!*" she gasped, her usual teasing venom undercut by how her hips jerked upward to meet yours. One of her tails smacked your thigh, whether in reprimand or encouragement, you couldn't tell, before curling around your calf possessively. "You—*hnngh*—you think just because I'm *wet* for you—"

"Say the three magic words Bianca…" you murmured against the shell of her ear, your breath hitching as her internal muscles clenched around you like a vise. "Say it and I’ll make you *mine*." Her entire body stiffened—then she arched off the bed with a shuddering gasp as you rolled your hips in slow, punishing circles.

Bianca’s breath came in ragged bursts, her tails knotting themselves around your wrists as if torn between pushing you away and dragging you deeper. "*F-fine*," she finally snarled, her voice cracking with desperation—then softer, almost vulnerable: "I… I love you, damn it." The admission seemed to physically pain her, her ears flattening against her head in embarrassment.

You rewarded her honesty by kissing her deeply and interlocking your fingers once more—this time squeezing just hard enough to make her whimper against your lips. "Good girl," you murmured, and the way her entire body shuddered at those two words told you everything you needed to know. Her claws pricked your palms as she came undone beneath you, her tails thrashing wildly against the bedsheets.

Bianca’s breath hitched in ragged gasps as she clung to you, her usual confidence shattered into breathless vulnerability. "Y-you’re *impossible*," she panted, her fox ears twitching erratically. "Forty-seven years and *no one* has—*ah!*—made me say that before." Her protest was undercut by how her hips jerked upward desperately, seeking more friction even as her body trembled from oversensitivity.

You chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to her sweat-slicked collarbone. "Did you mean it?" you murmured, slowing your pace deliberately to watch her squirm. Bianca’s tails smacked the bed in frustration. "Don’t—*don’t* tease me now," she whined, her usual sultry purr reduced to a pleading whimper. Her claws dug into your back as you angled deeper, drawing a broken moan from her lips. "*F-fuck*, yes I meant it—just *move*, damn you!"

Bianca’s breath hitched as you finally obliged, her massive hips bucking wildly to meet your thrusts. "H-how *dare* you—*ah!*—make me fall for you *mid-appointment*," she gasped, her fox ears flattening against her head as her body tightened around you. One of her tails curled around your thigh possessively, her usual bravado crumbling into desperate, wordless pleas. Her cherry-scented sweat dripped onto your chest as she arched upward, her pupils blown wide with uncharacteristic vulnerability.

"You’re *ruining* me," she whimpered, her claws pricking your skin as her orgasm crested again—this time harder than before. Her tails thrashed like startled snakes, knocking a framed diploma off the wall with a clatter. "Forty-seven years of *professionalism*—*gone*—because of *you*!" Bianca’s accusation dissolved into a shuddering moan as you kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries. When you pulled back, her lips were swollen, her makeup smeared—and her expression held something dangerously close to *wonder*.

Her breath hitched as you slowed to a stop, still buried deep inside her. "Would you like to skip the date and go straight to being my girlfriend?" you murmured, brushing a golden-blonde lock behind her fox ear. Bianca’s entire body stiffened—then she smacked your chest with three tails simultaneously. "*Absolutely not*," she hissed, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her. "I—I *deserve* candlelight and terrible small talk and *overpriced wine*." Her attempt at indignation faltered when you rolled your hips experimentally, drawing a broken whimper from her lips.

Bianca’s claws pricked your shoulders as she struggled to maintain her composure. "A-and *flowers*," she added breathlessly, her tails twitching violently when you leaned down to nip at her collarbone. "The—*ah*—the *expensive* kind that die in three days." You chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to her pounding pulse. "Then let’s keep the date… but still, would you like to be my girlfriend?" Bianca’s ears flattened against her head—then she suddenly yanked you down into a messy, desperate kiss that tasted like cherry lipstick and sweat.

When she finally pulled back, panting, her deep purple eyes shimmered with something terrifyingly genuine. "*Fine*," she muttered, flicking her tails dismissively—though they coiled tighter around your waist. "But only because you’re *persistent*." Her attempt at nonchalance was ruined when her hips bucked involuntarily, drawing a ragged gasp from her lips. "F-fuck—are you just going to *sit* there now?" she whined, her claws digging into your back.

You chuckled, brushing a sweaty strand of golden-blonde hair from her forehead. "Only if you don’t say the words again." Bianca groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically—then froze when you rolled your hips instead, her breath hitching. "*I hate you*," she lied through gritted teeth, her slit pupils dilating further. "I—*ah*—*love you*, damn it. Happy?" Her voice cracked on the admission, her usual bravado crumbling into breathless vulnerability.

Her tails thrashed as you rewarded her honesty by snapping your hips forward sharply, drawing a startled yelp from her lips. Bianca’s claws raked down your back, her usual playful venom replaced by desperate, wordless pleas. "F-faster," she gasped, her fox ears twitching erratically. "I need—*oh my*—*more*." The way her internal muscles clenched around you betrayed just how close she was—again.

You chuckled darkly, nipping at her sweat-slicked throat. "Tell me what you want, doctor," you teased, slowing your pace deliberately just to watch her squirm. Bianca’s tails smacked the bed in frustration, her slit pupils blown wide with unrestrained arousal. "*You insufferable—ah!—little bastard*," she hissed, though her hips arched upward shamelessly. "I want—*hnngh*—I want you to *ruin* me properly!"

Her breath hitched as you finally gave in, slamming into her with enough force to make the bedframe creak. Bianca’s claws raked down your back as she came with a shuddering cry, her tails knotting themselves around your thighs like living restraints. "*F-fuck*, that’s—*ohhh*—that’s the *spot*," she gasped, her fox ears twitching wildly. Her usual clinical detachment had dissolved into mindless, babbling praise—words you stored away for future teasing.

Her orgasm also triggered yours, and Bianca’s slit pupils dilated as you rammed her cervix one final time before unloading inside her untouched womb—the doctor-turned-lover shuddering beneath you as she felt your warmth flooding her. "*Ohhhh*… so *that’s* what it feels like," she murmured dazedly, her fingers tracing the slight bulge in her lower abdomen with scientific fascination. Then, with a breathless chuckle, she added, "I should… *ahem*… obtain a sample for testing."

Bianca’s tails loosened their grip as you collapsed atop her, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to yours. "One more kiss," you murmured against her lips—and she surprised you by rolling her hips weakly, drawing a groan from you both. "For *science*," she whispered, her tongue darting out to catch the sweat beading on your collarbone. Her fingers traced lazy circles on your back as she added, "Also… tomorrow. Seven sharp. Don’t be late."

She stiffened suddenly when you pulled out, her tails twitching at the sudden emptiness. "H-hey! Warn a girl," she grumbled, swatting your thigh with three tails at once. You chuckled, sitting back as she scrambled off the bed towards her vials—snatching one just in time to catch your fluids dripping from her swollen pussy. Bianca’s cheeks flushed darker as she sealed it, scrawling "HUSBAND - (DO NOT DISCARD)" on the label.

Her ears flattened when you burst out laughing. "*What*?" she snapped, setting the vial carefully on her desk—right beside her framed medical license. "Standard procedure for… exceptional specimens." You arched an eyebrow at her shaky justification. "*Fine*," she huffed, crossing her arms under her still-bare breasts. "Maybe I want something to remember you by if you ghost me after this."

The vulnerability in her voice made you pause. "Hey," you murmured, catching her wrist as she turned away. Bianca stiffened—then melted into your touch with a shuddering sigh. "Seven o’clock tomorrow," you murmured, cupping her flushed cheek. "I’ll be here." Her tails flicked uncertainly before curling around your forearm like living bracelets. "*Hmph*. You’d better," she muttered, but the way she nuzzled into your palm betrayed her relief.

Bianca cleared her throat suddenly, stepping back with forced professionalism. "Now, if you would, *please* redress," she announced, gesturing to your discarded clothes. "My next patient is—" She froze mid-sentence, suddenly snatching up her phone to page her assistant. "How many appointments do I have left today?" she barked into the receiver, then blinked at the response. "*Cancel all of today and tomorrow,*" she ordered before sighing heavily. "I need recovery time. This current case was... *taxing*."

Her tails flicked as she turned back to you, her cheeks still flushed. "Now, where were we?" she murmured, before suddenly grabbing her jeans and shoving a foot into one leg—only to trip spectacularly, her massive ass hitting the floor with a thud. "Ah—*fuck*!" she hissed, rubbing her tailbone. You snorted at the sight of the normally graceful fox-woman tangled in denim. "Are you alright? Would a kiss help?" you teased.

Bianca shot you a glare, though her ears twitched at the offer. "*Absolutely* not," she lied, putting on her pants while still sitting on the floor, her tails flicking indignantly. "This appointment is *concluded*, and I—*ow*—have paperwork to..." Her voice trailed off as you knelt beside her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She froze—then sighed dramatically. "*Fine*. Maybe just... one more."

Her tails coiled around your waist as she pulled you down into a clumsy, seated kiss, her cherry-flavored lips still swollen from earlier. When you pulled back, she blinked rapidly, as if resetting her usual persona. "*Ahem*. Could we keep the kissing to a minimum until our *date*?" she muttered, though her fingers lingered on your wrist. "I actually could get fired if—"

You nodded, helping her up and snatching up her discarded belt from the floor. Bianca's ears twitched as you looped it through her jeans, your fingers brushing the soft skin of her hips. "Alright… let’s conclude this session then Ms. Ketria," you said with exaggerated formality, grinning when she rolled her eyes.

Piece by piece, you helped Bianca to dress—slowly watching the professional veneer slide back into place, though her tails still occasionally coiled around your wrist whenever you got too close. "I can’t believe you managed to get me into my bra so quickly," she muttered while struggling with the clasp, her oversized breasts fighting the confines of fabric. "Forty-seven years and *nobody*—"

The clinic door suddenly creaked open, a new face sneaking in—the clinic’s other doctor, Anno Dorna. Anno is in a way simular to Bianca—a human with plenty of modifications—though hers were of a completely different species. While Bianca resembled a fox, Anno resembled a wolf—but where Bianca only adopted the ears and tails of her animal counterpart, Anno had gone all the way—her arms were completely covered in fur, her fingers ended in claws and her legs were digitigrade and completely covered in fur—though her torso was still human—as was her face, aside from the snow white wolf-like ears and icy blue eyes. Anno’s figure was also identical to Bianca’s—massive breasts and thick thighs, though she was noticeably taller than Bianca, being 7'0" tall—compared to Bianca’s 6'5" stature, giving her a more balanced look.

Anno smirked seductively, her icy blue eyes scanning the room—before locking onto Bianca and yourself—her lips curling into a smirk. "My my—what *have* we here?" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. Bianca froze mid-sentence, her tails puffing up instantly, her ears twitching in irritation. "*Anno*," she growled, her voice low, but Anno simply chuckled, stepping further into the room, her digitigrade legs making her steps eerily silent. "Oh don’t mind me~" she teased, her tail wagging playfully. "I just came to check up on you—heard you canceled all your appointments~"

Unlike Bianca, Anno wore *nothing* save for an oversized black collar with a leash hanging from it—which Bianca immediately snatched up, wrapping it around her wrist. "You *know* the dress code, Anno," Bianca hissed, her cheeks flushing darker, but Anno simply leaned against the wall, her arms crossing under her massive chest—her smirk never fading. "Oh, I *do*~" she chuckled, her icy gaze flicking to you. "But you should know that only applies *outside* the facility—and besides—" She gestured to Bianca’s disheveled state. "*You* don’t seem to be following it *either*~"

Bianca’s ears flattened against her head as she scrambled to tuck her sweater into the waistband of her jeans—her lab coat fluttering as she turned and twisted. "*This* is *different*," she snapped—though her breath hitched when Anno suddenly strode forward, her digitigrade legs carrying her effortlessly across the room. "Oh? *Is* it?" Anno murmured, leaning down, her breath tickling Bianca’s fox ears, before *sniffing* loudly. "I know our job is to *relieve* our clients—but I never expected someone like you to use your *pussy* to do it~"

Bianca’s entire body stiffened, her tails puffing up like startled kittens. "*Excuse* me—" she hissed—but Anno just smirked, her icy gaze flicking to you. "Well? Was our dear Dr. Ketria *satisfactory*?" she asked, her tone dripping with faux innocence—before Bianca suddenly *yanked* her leash, dragging Anno forward with surprising strength. "*Enough!*" Bianca snarled, her cheeks burning crimson, her breath hitching as she realized you were still watching, she really didn’t want you to think she was a wild animal.

Anno chuckled darkly, her tail wagging lazily—before suddenly pressing her nose against Bianca’s throat and *inhaling* deeply. "*Mmm*, cherry sweat and *sex*," she murmured, her claws trailing down Bianca’s hip possessively. "You *reek* of him." Bianca’s claws dug into Anno’s wrist—but then froze when she noticed you approaching Anno from behind, your expression unreadable.

You reached up and poked Anno’s nose hard repeatedly—like an annoying sibling. "That’s my girlfriend you’re sniffing," you deadpanned, though your fingers lingered near her throat where her pulse hammered. Anno blinked, then threw her head back with a laugh that shook her entire lupine frame. "*Girlfriend*?" she echoed, shooting Bianca a look of pure delight. "Oh *this* makes my entire *month*."

Bianca’s tail lashed violently as she grabbed Anno’s collar and shoved her backwards—only for the wolf-woman to catch herself against the wall with feline grace. "Shut your *muzzle* before I neuter you," Bianca hissed, but the effect was ruined by how her ears twitched sideways in embarrassment. Anno just grinned, tapping her nose knowingly. "You forget, I don’t have a muzzle… *doctor*."

You took Bianca’s hand in yours, squeezing gently—and felt her claws retract instantly. "Bianca, who is this?" you asked, tilting your head toward the smirking wolf-girl now moving towards the bed—seating herself casually on the still-warm sheets. Anno stretched luxuriously, her tail wagging. "Anno Dorna, *other* lead physician," she purred, sniffing the pillow before winking at Bianca. "Though clearly *someone* was leading today."

Bianca’s tail smacked the floor hard. "*Enough*," she growled, stepping protectively in front of you—only for Anno to suddenly lean forward, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours. "You know," she murmured, tapping a claw against her chin, "if you ever want a *second opinion*—my office is just down the hall." Bianca’s tails bristled visibly as she snatched Anno’s leash tighter. "Touch him and I’ll *dip* your tail in acid," she hissed—though the threat lost potency when her own hips twitched at the memory of your touch still fresh between her thighs.

Anno chuckled, stretching her arms above her head with deliberate laziness. "Relax, *doctor*," she teased, her claws glinting as she gestured toward you. "Come here, now." Bianca froze mid-snarl—then blinked when *you* obediently stepped forward instead of her. Anno grinned wolfishly. "*Good boy*," she purred—then yelped when Bianca suddenly yanked her leash hard enough to choke. "*Mine*," Bianca snarled, her claws pricking your wrist as she dragged you back possessively.

You patted Bianca’s shoulder with your free hand. "Don’t worry, she’s a doctor like you, nothing bad will happen," you reassured—then winced when Bianca’s claws dug deeper. "*That* is *not* reassuring," she hissed, her tails thrashing like agitated whips. Anno smirked, suddenly leaning forward and yanking you *toward* her with surprising strength—only for Bianca to *growl* audibly, her fox ears flattening against her skull. "Ohhh, *someone*’s territorial," Anno cooed, her icy eyes glittering with mischief.

You cleared your throat, gently extracting yourself from Bianca’s grip. "Anno, if you’re done provoking my girlfriend," you said pointedly, "maybe you could explain why you’re asking me to come closer?" Anno chuckled, her tail wagging lazily as she suddenly yanked down your pants—Bianca’s eyes widening comically. "*Anno!*" she screeched—but the wolf-woman just grinned, examining your softening length with clinical detachment. "*Hmm*, not bad," she mused, tapping your tip with a claw—eliciting a shudder from you and a *snarl* from Bianca. "I’ve read up on your chart, and I must say, thos doctors were not wrong about your size being ‘irregular’. Bianca," she added slyly, "are you in any pain?"

Bianca’s tails puffed up indignantly as she stomped forward, snatching your waistband from Anno’s claws. "*That’s* classified patient information!" she hissed, shoving your pants back up with more force than necessary. Anno just leaned back on her elbows, her ears twitching. "*Hmm*, must’ve been *quite* the examination," she murmured, licking her lips exaggeratedly. Bianca’s claws flexed—then she suddenly grabbed Anno’s collar and *dragged* her off the bed, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Listen *very* carefully, *doctor*," she whispered, her fox ears pinning back. "Touch him again and I’ll personally ensure your *next* modification is a *muzzle*."

You cleared your throat awkwardly, adjusting your pants as Anno rolled her eyes—but not before you caught her dripping slit glistening under the fluorescent lights. "*Bianca*," you murmured, catching her wrist before she could throttle her colleague, "maybe we should—" Bianca whirled on you, her pupils slit with barely restrained fury. "*We* should *what*?" she snapped, before freezing when she realized how feral she was being. Her tails drooped slightly as she took a deep breath. "I’m sorry…" she muttered, rubbing her temples. "*Fuck*, I just—"

You cupped Bianca’s cheek gently, smiling when she instinctively nuzzled into your palm despite her lingering irritation. Anno watched with undisguised amusement, her tail thumping against the bedframe. "*Hmm*, interesting," she mused, tapping a claw against her chin. "Foxes are known for being notoriously territorial—but we’re humans first, aren’t we, *doctor*?" Bianca’s ears twitched sideways as she exhaled sharply. "*Shut up*, Anno," she mumbled—though her shoulders relaxed slightly when you hugged her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder.

Anno stretched lazily, her digitigrade legs flexing as she stood. "Well, since *someone* canceled all her appointments," she purred, sauntering toward the door, "guess I might as well do the same." She paused in the doorway, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk. "Do you mind if I come over to visit sometime?" Bianca stiffened—then groaned when Anno added, "Oh relax, I meant your *house*." Her icy eyes flicked to you. "Unless you two have plans~"

Bianca's tail lashed as she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Anno's head—missing by inches as the wolf-woman ducked with lupine reflexes. "We’re going on a date," Bianca snapped, her ears flattening when Anno waggled her brows suggestively. "Sounds like *someone* already got dessert first~" Bianca lunged forward—only for you to catch her wrist, pulling her back against your chest.

"Bianca… no." You murmured into her fox ear, feeling her tense muscles slowly relax. Anno leaned against the doorframe, watching with undisguised fascination as Bianca melted against you. "*Fascinating*," she mused, tapping her claws against her thigh. "Never seen you this docile before—guess love really *is* a drug." Bianca flipped her off without turning around, her tails curling possessively around your legs.

Anno chuckled, pushing off the doorframe with fluid grace. "Well, I'll leave you two to your... *aftercare*," she purred, tossing her leash over her shoulder. Bianca stiffened suddenly. "Wait—*Anno*—" The wolf-woman paused mid-step, glancing back with a raised brow. Bianca hesitated—then sighed dramatically. "What was the real reason you came in here?"

Anno's smirk softened into something almost genuine as she tapped her nose. "When I heard about your patient here, I just had to meet the man who melted our Ice Queen." Bianca's ears flattened instantly. "*Excuse* me—" she started—bur you were already stepping up in front of her, grinning. "That’s not all, is it?" you challenged. Anno blinked—then broke into a wolfish grin. "*Hmm*, sharp. No wonder Bianca likes you." She bent down until she was face-level with you, her hands on her digitigrade knees. "Truthfully? I wanted to see if *I* had any chance with you."

Bianca's claws dug into your shoulders—but you just laughed, shaking your head. "Sorry, doc. Bianca here’s already beat you to the punch." Anno shrugged, straightening back up. "*Hmph*, fair. Though..." She leaned in close, her breath tickling your ear. "I wouldn’t mind sharing you… if you’ll have me~" Bianca snarled—but Anno was already skipping backwards, her tail wagging playfully. "*Kidding*! Mostly." Bianca sighed, rubbing her temples. "Get *out*, Anno."

Anno chuckled, sauntering toward the door—but paused when Bianca suddenly cleared her throat. "Actually... wait." The wolf-woman turned, raising an eyebrow as Bianca hesitated—then huffed. "You’re *insufferable*... but I *do* owe you for even getting me into this career." Anno blinked—then grinned. "*Hmm*, so you *do* remember." Bianca rolled her eyes, flicking her tails dismissively. "Anno… if—hnn… if he agrees to it, I-I’ll allow you to also—" She bit her lip, struggling with the words. "To also be his… his girlfriend."

Anno’s ears perked up, her tail wagging faster. "*Oh?*" she purred, stepping closer—only for Bianca to suddenly grab her collar again. "*However*," Bianca growled, her fox ears flattening, "he… he and only him must be our *only* boyfriend—you… you can never leave him for another." You blinked—then chuckled as Anno smirked, leaning in close to Bianca’s face. "*Hmm*, possessive *and* territorial? You really *are* a fox." Bianca’s cheeks flushed darker as Anno suddenly picked you up, lifting you off the floor effortlessly—her icy eyes locking onto yours. "Well then, *boyfriend*? Would you like to date us *both*?"

You glanced at Bianca—who was currently struggling between grabbing Anno’s leash and covering her burning face—then shrugged. "Sure, if Bianca’s okay with it." Bianca groaned dramatically, burying her face in her hands. "*Fuck* my life," she muttered—though her tails curled around your ankles possessively. Anno grinned wolfishly, setting you down before suddenly grabbing Bianca’s chin. "*Good girl*," she murmured—then yelped when Bianca *bit* her finger. "*Feral little—*" Anno hissed, shaking her hand—but Bianca just smirked, wiping her lips. "Touch me without warning again and I’ll bite *lower*."

Anno chuckled darkly, flexing her claws. "*Promises*, promises," she teased—then blinked when you suddenly yanked her down by her leash and kissed her soundly. Bianca’s jaw dropped—then she *growled* and promptly tackled Anno to the floor in a flurry of tails and fur. "*You*—*absolute*—*hussy*—" Bianca snarled between attempts to pin the much taller wolf-girl—only for Anno to flip them effortlessly, grinning down at her. "*Hmm*, looks like *someone*’s jealous~" Bianca’s ears flattened—then she suddenly yanked Anno down into a messy, biting kiss. "*Shut up*," she hissed against her lips—before pulling you down with them by your collar.