A Rabbit Tale: Chapter XX [Comm]

Chapter XX

Fievel was sitting comfortably on the edge of the examination table in the doctor’s office, his padding clearly exposed and already very soggy in the front as he wore little else other than a t-shirt that exposed the slight pudginess in his bellow just above his diaper. Marisa stood next to him, idly dancing a teddy bear in front of him to amuse him as he drooled through the large pacifier lodged in his muzzle. The pacifier was now a necessity, as given the opportunity he would find other things to stick in his muzzle if it was not properly entertained. 

Soon enough, the large visage of a moose poked his antlers through the door, a calm, friendly expression on his sizable muzzle as he knocked on the door while peering inside. 

“Hi there, may I come in?”

“Of course.”

Marisa replied breezily, stepping back from Fievel and allowing the moose to approach. 

“And how has our little guy been doing?”

The moose directed his question towards Marisa, before reaching forward and gently scratching the rabbit on the tuft of fur on his chest before adjusting his stethoscope and placing it into his large ears. Pressing the end of it against his chest, the moose began to take rudimentary measurements of Fievel who remained relatively well behaved throughout the entire procedure, his sights still focused on the teddy bear plush held in Marisa’s paws to the side. 

“Good, breathing sounds normal.”

Removing the ear plugs of the stethoscope from his ears, the moose moved on to inspecting the rabbit’s ears, carefully peering inside before nodding approvingly as he commented. 

“Clean, no signs of moisture, you keep him well tended to.”

Appreciating the compliment, Marisa beamed briefly at the doctor while her eyes shined as he completed his rudimentary inspection. Examining his tablet, he tapped down with a finger before nodding to himself as he spoke up again. 

“Now for the verbal component, how contracted has his vocabulary become?”

Marisa responded candidly.

“Two syllable words mostly, the basics really. Hungry, Mommy, milk, cookie, plushie, paci, that sort of thing. Usually lisped, given the last word on the list.”

As if on cue, Fievel worked his muzzle around his pacifier, the suckling sound rising in volume briefly as he in an appreciative smack of the lips at having bitten into a particularly tasty treat. The moose smiled, understanding, before reaching forward and gently guiding the pacifier out of the slight crestfallen looking rabbit as he addressed him directly. 

“Fievel, can you see, twen-tee-two?”

He pronounced the three-syllable word deliberately. He repeated it once again, maintaining direct eye contact with the adult rabbit to further emphasis his direction. The rabbit considered a moment, staring up at the large mammal for a moment as if considering his request. He then moved his lips awkwardly, having understood the command and taking solace from his wife’s encouraging nods. 

“Twen-two…”

The lisp was still somewhat pronounced, even without the pacifier in his muzzle. He tried again, which yielded the first result. He frowned after his second attempt, appearing puzzled, as if he somehow could tell that he should have been able to enunciate the word without as much difficulty as he was having. The doctor nodded, typing a note on his tablet before reaching forward and squeezing the rabbit on the knee. 

“That’s alright, thank you for trying Fievel. Moving on.”

He nodded at Marisa, continuing. 

“We’re going to proceed to a more personal examination. If you would, pull the back of his diaper down while I warm up the thermometer.”

While the moose pulled on a pair of blue plastic gloves Marisa complied, coaxing the rabbit onto all fours until his padded rear end faced the two. Looping her fingers underneath the waistband on the back of his diaper, she guided the soggy undergarment until his fluffy buttocks were exposed. After holding the anal thermometer in his armpit for a moment to warm it up, the moose waited a moment to allow it to return closer to room temperature before guiding it between the rabbit’s cheeks. 

Fievel squeaked as he felt the probing tool enter his backside, Marisa keeping a firm paw on his lower back as she reassured him with soft shushing noises. The doctor held the instrument in for a minute, watching the digital display gently rising to an appropriate temperature before it stabilized, remaining at the approximate 102 degrees Fahrenheit that was normal for his species. He nodded, retrieving the thermometer and placing it neatly on the examination table paper next to the rabbit. 

“Very good, all normal. Now, diaper off please.”

Having elicited a whimper as the thermometer left his tail hole, it took a minute for Fievel to recover before he was able to be convinced to lay on his backside once more. The sound of tapes ripping filled the silence of the examination room as his genitals were exposed, revealing the carrot-shaped cage still firmly clasping his sheath and balls keeping him from expressing his sexual urges. The doctor leaned forward, gently cupping the rabbit underneath his testicles and moving them gently to the side and back. The rabbit’s thighs quivered at the touch, his right leg jerking forward slightly a couple of times in a reflexive move at the excitement of the contact. 

The moose frowned as if in concentration as he noted the color and feel of the gentle layer of fur on the rabbit’s sensitive bits, his great muzzle almost tickling the bottom of his buttocks as he leaned in for a closer look. 

“Good… Yes, they look in good shape. He’s definitely gotten used to wearing long-term, and there are no signs of strain on his testes either. Fievel looks right at home in chastity, and I see you don’t skimp on lubrication either. He looks adapted for the long-term.”

Beneath the metal and plastic sheath of the carrot and lock, his growing erection was stubbornly rejected from blossoming at the attention it was receiving. Another whimper escaped the rabbit's muzzle, his instincts telling him that such a situation warranted an expression that he was being completely refused enjoyment from. Marisa tutted her tongue, reaching for where the doctor had deposited his pacifier and plopping it back into his muzzle which he suckled on greedily for comfort. 

“There, there, I know, we’re just checking to see that you’re feeling comfortable down there.”

She spoke in a hushed tone. Comfort was the furthest word for what he was experiencing. While not in pain, the frustration that occurred during his diaper changes and moments like these often made him incredibly fussy, the cage causing both convenience and a sense of pleasure for Marisa at seeing her husband’s erotic instincts so pathetically stymied by the simple device. 

“Alright, we can wrap up with the oral examination.”

Stripping his gloves off and depositing them into a nearby waste receptacle, the doctor removed what appeared to be a bare, wooden popsicle stick from his white coat pocket as Marisa guided Fievel into a sitting position once more by guiding him up with a supportive arm. 

“It’s like a popsicle for doctors, just with no cold treat at the end.”

The doctor explained patiently to the rabbit, to which Fievel nodded agreeably though completely uncomprehendingly. 

“Say ah!”

The moose mimed the movement, opening his muzzle slightly as Marisa gently tugged the pacifier out of his muzzle once more. At first, the rabbit stubbornly pursed his lips together, already missing his source of comfort, before at last Marisa shook her head and gave the doctor a meaningful look. Reaching forward, she gently pinched the rabbit’s nostrils together causing the doctor to chuckle at her brutal effectiveness of her methods.

Fievel’s muzzle opened, and the doctor inserted the flat, wooden utensil down onto the rabbit’s tongue. Shining a flashlight with the other hoof, he peered down the rabbit’s throat as a slight, indignant gurgling came from Fievel’s open muzzle.

“Mmmmhm.”

The moose hummed matter-of-factly, taking a minute to look around before retreating. Upon removing the stick, the rabbit coughed once, sounding a little irked at having been tricked into opening his muzzle. 

“Marisa, I believe I can give you a full bill of health. As far as his body is concerned, he seems to be in peak condition. Although, he could cut down on the carbs a little bit.”

He added, nodding towards the rabbit’s protruding tummy with a hint of amusement in his tone. Marisa sighed, shaking her head in a good humored fashion as she replied. 

“Well, it is hard to say no when he asks for treats through his pacifier.”

“I’m sure it is.”

The moose agreed, standing up to his full height in an indication of departure. As he strode out the door, his tablet in his right hoof, he turned around once more and spoke in a cheerful tone. 

“Check in at the front desk when Fievel feels up to it, and we’ll see you six months. Have a good one.”

“Thank you!”

Marisa replied, grasping the grumpy Fievel’s wrist and waving gently at the doctor who responded in kind before ducking to step out the door. Turning to her husband, Marisa reached up and gently pinched the rabbit on the cheek to grab his attention.

“See, that wasn’t so bad. He likes you too, and you were very well behaved.”

“Bwuh…”

The rabbit replied simply, his discontent at having been handled in such a manner still apparent. Marisa knew that this momentary disgruntlement would pass soon enough, however, as he would likely forget the entire scenario by the time she buckled him back into his carseat. Letting out a small sigh, she unzipped his diaper bag and took out a fresh set of changing supplies. She might as well have changed him while he was what was basically a changing table before they got home. 

She knew, however, that by the time they got home again, Fievel would likely have already soaked the fresh diaper she lovingly taped him into on the examination table.