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This is part 2 of a multi-part series. It is intended to proceed sequentially.

I got permission to write in the Human Service Animal universe from the OG author LoyalHound and some really lovely feedback!

For followers of the

Mike & Lora's Loan

series, another update is coming soon!

Included are themes of puppy play, bondage, slavery, TPE, control, submission, domination, collaring, shock collars, and possibly a little more.

Author's note: service animals in my country wear bright purple, rather than orange.

Meeting the Vet

"Hi! I'm Dr. Roberta! It's nice to meet you!" She strode across the room and extended a hand to Quentin. "You must be Quentin?" She continued as she shook his hand.

Not breaking eye contact with Quentin, she gestured her head towards me, "And who did you bring with you today? What's his name?"

"Um, yeah, this is, uh Matty." Quentin stammered out in slightly halting English.

Not breaking eye contact with Quentin, she squared herself in front of me and guided my shoulders into a slightly firmer posture. She slowly but firmly walked her fingers up my shoulders to my neck, feeling up my muscles and tendons.

"And 'Matty' is his human name, correct?" She breezily continued, still looking at Quentin as she spoke.

"Tha--" was all I got out before her hand plucked something from her coat pocket and plugged it into my open mouth.

"Um, it's his only name, I think,

j'suppose

?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at me confused. The sweet she had given me was a viscous taffy that felt like glue in my maw--jaw! My jaw!...but it

was

tasty.

She fixed her gaze on me, her hands now working under my jawbone, feeling my thyroid, before working a finger up to look up under my upper lip to my gums. Nodding silently to herself, she whipped a flashlight out of a coat pocket and clicked it on. "We'll be doing a full physical workup on Matty today, alright?" she said in a tone you'd use on a dog as she casually checked my pupil response. "

And

Matty's going to be

good

for me and my tech Brad, aren't you? You're going to be a

good boy

for us?"

Swallowing, I tried to say "Of course" but the second my mouth formed the 'o' she popped another sweet in my mouth.

"Of course he is! Now I've got to go over some paperwork with Quentin here, while Brad takes your measurements and your vitals. You be a good boy and do as Brad says, and your man here and I will be

toute suite

." She finished as she ruffled my hair, my tongue once again toffee-glued to the inside of my mouth. Gesturing to Quentin, they left together, closing the door behind them.

[...]

Brad had been hanging back with a clipboard in hand, and now smiled brightly at me. "OK Matty, I need your measurements, your

real

measurements, so: clothes off!" I desperately tried to swallow the sweet at last.

I blushed scarlet, "B-b-bu--I," I was cut off again.

"This is a medical centre: nudity isn't weird here. This is how we provide care. Surely your family doctor saw you naked before?"

Stammering slightly, "I--well, I, uh, haven't been in a long time..." I confessed.

Mumbling something about "classic HDS..." Brad patted my head sympathetically, "That's not actually uncommon with our HSA intake patients. I know a lot of you need this life because you can barely look after yourselves!" he chuckled as he ruffled my hair. "Let me help, shirt first!" he chirped as he started to pull the hem of my shirt off of me.

Lifting it off, he wasted little time getting my torso, neck, & head measurements.

"Bottoms next! Everything!" he smiled as he pulled my belt off. Blushing hard I pushed my pants & underwear off, and stepped out of them. Raising an eyebrow to Brad, he nodded before I shucked my socks off too. "That's a good boy, your vet needs to inspect you

everywhere

. Now, onto to the table! Up!" he padded the low examination table.

I turned to sit down on it, and he checked my shoulder with a warm hand. "Not like that, silly. On all fours, knees down, hands forward!" he continued to smile warmly as he guided me into position. "That's right, good boy..." he pushed another treat to my lips, and I somewhat reluctantly accepted it.

The treat tasted a little bitter this time. I looked up at him suspiciously as I chewed, and he shrugged. "Just a little herbal supplement to ease your nerves. We need you to be calm when the Dr. Roberta listens to your heart. Now, time for your other measurements, stand proud, good..." he tipped my head up, "Mhmm, now perk up this end a little..." he patted a bum cheek lightly with his right hand. With his left, he tickled my stomach a little a gave it a little slap. "That's it, hold it like that, nice and tight." With that he whipped off the remaining measurements of my thighs, legs,

everywhere

.

"One last set of measurements to take, isn't that nice Matty?" I nodded, facing the wall, as he stepped behind me. Soft, gloved hands fondled my genitals in a clinical but gentle way. "Mhmm, that makes sense..." he said gently while he took down his measurements. "And if I could just get an erect length, please?" he asked politely while he started jerking off my moderately-sized cock.

Going from it's half-chub to a raging hard on under Brad's ministrations took only a dozen sensual strokes or so before Brad was satisfied with his work and wrote down the number. "The last one is less of a measure and more of a gauge..." This was the only warning I got before he reached inside me and felt the clench of my sphincter. "Hmm pretty tight, good! You're being such a good boy, now stay still and we'll get your temperature while I call Dr. Roberta back in."

With little ceremony he slipped his finger out and put a stainless steel thermometer in. Fiddling it around in a way that felt slightly more than necessary, Brad returned to my front and petted my head while he looked in my face. "I know you're being treated a little differently here than you're used to, but you need to understand something

very

important, ok?" I nodded for him to continue, somewhat lost in his caramel-coloured irises.

"No matter what happens out there, with Quentin, anything at all in your life. You can say whatever you need to here. You can tell me, or Dr. Roberta anything that's troubling you. We can only keep you healthy if we have the right information, so you need to always tell us the truth, and say to us whatever you need to.

"There won't be many people on your journey that you'll be able to really open up to, and for your mental health: we are here. Dr. Roberta isn't just a veterinarian. She

specializes

in Human Service Animals; she is an expert in

mental

health care and therapy as much as in the

physiological

health of service animals. We are your care team, and we are here for you no matter what."

"If you ever feel that Quentin's discipline is too harsh, if you feel abused, you need to tell us OK? We can keep you safe if you need to. Is he good to you?"

This was a lot to take at once: it surprised me out of left field. Speechless, I just nodded and was rewarded with another beautiful Brad smile. It made my heart glow, and my dick perk up a little.

"I'm

so

glad! Well, we're always here for you. Are you ready for Quentin to come back with Dr. Roberta?" I nodded again. "Ok my good boy, you sit tight while the thermometer gets a good deep even reading." He patted my upturned bum as he left.

[...]

Left alone with my thoughts, facing the mural of the grassy meadow, I could feel the air of the room on my exposed skin, and the peculiar sensation of the thermometer in my rear. I felt silly. Stupid.

'What am I even doing here? This feels nuts...'

It wasn't long before the door opened again and the cheerful voices of Quentin, the vet, and the vet tech came bursting in with them. Evidently someone had just told some joke, with everyone sharing a smile. Quentin held a bundle of paperwork in one hand, and Dr. Roberta had a small brown paper bag with her.

"Ok Matty, let's get that out..." Dr. Roberta said as she glided over, slipped the thermometer out and placed it in a kidney bowl after glancing quickly at the readout. "...get your blood samples, and then you can redress, and we'll have a little chat!" Brad followed behind her with a set of vials for blood samples. Quentin came to my side and laid a warm reassuring hand on my back.

I flinched as the veterinarian put the cold stethescope on my chest. "Take a few deep breaths, please," she said mechanically. She rattled a few numbers off to Brad before she strapped the sphygmomanometer to my right forearm and told me to make a fist. She gave her tech a few more figures before relieving the pressure on the cuff.

Going around to my front, they took a total of 4 samples, 2 from each forearm and placed them in the tray. The whole time, Quentin stroked my hair, knowing I hate needles. When they were done, Dr. Roberta paced around me, touched me a few places more, and, satisfied, she told me to stand and dress.

Quentin took my hand and helped guide me over to the couch. Dr. Roberta leaned back against the lab counter as Brad plugged the samples into a machine. "So, the good news Matty is that you passed!"

"Passed what?" I asked, baffled. It was her turn to look slightly embarrassed,

"The first part of this visit was a test to see if you had any potential for this. A lot of patients get weirded out by the first treat I give them: weeds out a lot of fakers, and the nude exam gets rid of a lot of wannabes. You, on the other hand, passed with flying colours... You can start getting your clothes on now Matty, if you like.

"Now that doesn't mean you're a service animal yet, just that this trial period does appear to be well worthwhile," she continued while I started to dress. "Provided you two are still keen to keep discussing?" she raised a pointed eyebrow and directed her gaze at us each in turn.

Looking each other in the eye, Quentin and I held each others' hands. My eyes scanned the strained lines around his face, the traces left of too much worry and not enough joy. I wondered how much of his grey hair was age, and how much was stress. I turned an aching stare up to Quentin and whispered and mouthed a silent "

Please?

"

He squeezed my hands tighter and nodded. "Let's keep discussing Dr."

Over the next hour Dr. Roberta explained a lot about the rules and laws governing Human Service Animals, their behaviour, and their care. We got information on support groups, training schools, FAQ's, and a list of HSA-positive businesses in the area. Effectively I would be under the care of Quentin. I wouldn't work anymore: my job would be to support him. Quentin qualified for a veteran benefit for support animals that would help with costs. His job would be to ensure that I was properly cared for, trained, and happy; but it would be completely under his discretion.

"It's a lot to ask of anyone. To give up their life. To take complete care of another human life... That's why we do trial periods. That way everyone can be more certain of what they're getting into.

"After the trial period, it all gets fairly permanent: the human ID documents are destroyed, the animal is chipped and tattooed behind the ear." Gesturing at me, she continued, "you'd no longer be subject to the laws governing humans, but you'd be subject to those regarding Human Service Animal behaviour. Act out, and you might be sent back to training, or maybe obedience school.

Keep

acting out and there might be detention! Violent animals might be subject to, ah,

veterinary

intervention..." she mimed a snipping motion, and I visibly cringed. "Not that I think you need to worry about that Matty, I've looked at your records. I think you'll be a very

good boy

for Quentin." I blushed hard.

"Service Animals are rarely suited to returning to an independent life, so we try to re-home them should their partner... be unable to care for them anymore. Being set free is a

last

resort. You need to be sure Matty.

"You can however voluntarily exit the Human Service Animal program, but it'll have to be reviewed by a board of three: me, your registered vet; a judge; and a human psychology expert and convince all of us that you're ready to be a regular person again.

"As to you," she turned back to Quentin, "animal abuse is a serious crime, and Human Service Animal abuse is treated by the courts a lot like child abuse. Neglect is also a serious matter that will not be tolerated." Keeping a stern face, she let those comments sink in for a dour moment.

She broke the silence, "Now that seriousness doesn't really begin until after the trial period, and a

lot

of leeway is given to animals 'in training.' This program was designed to

help

people not

frighten

them: just know that there are consequences to your choices. The trial can be ended at

any

time, by

either

of you. You need but say the word and it can all stop. We can even extend the trial a few times if either of you need more time."

Presently, she brightened again as a ding went off from the blood sample tester Brad had been working on. "That'll be your baseline results Matty, try to relax. You two seem like you really care for each other, I think you two might be a perfect fit for the HSA program. If I didn't think so, I wouldn't be recommending the trial." She walked to the lab station and grabbed a printout. "Let's see what we have here. Mhmm, yeah, mhmm. All

pretty

normal"

"Pretty normal? Not regular normal?" I asked.

"Well, I suppose 'nothing to worry about' is a better description. But isn't it amazing what we can tell from blood these days? The computer can tell you're chronically stressed Matty, but hopefully this trial will help!" she smiled.

"Chronically stressed? How could it tell that?"

"Oh lots, but I can read it on you too: the lines on your face that you're too young to have, the way you barely relax when you sit, not to mention your blood pressure results... There's also, your, um, grooming to be considered." She finished the last sentence unable to make proper eye contact. Brad was carefully cleaning the blood testing machine.

"Just

what

about my grooming is worrying?" I was getting offended. I was getting properly upset when Quentin put a hand on my shoulder.

"When was the last time you were at the dentist Matty?" I blushed and looked away. "Did you shave this morning? When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Each question drove a bullet hole through my ego. I hadn't been to the dentist in years. I

hadn't

shaved this morning, and I

couldn't

recall when I'd last brushed my hair.

"My love has been on edge since his friends got weirded out by our relationship, j'--I can tell... I didn't want to say anything, but I have seen it too, Matty." He put an arm around my shoulders and hugged my tight. "You have been stressed. You don't--

merde, comment dire?

--look after yourself like you used to..." he finished awkwardly as I nodded glumly into his shoulder.

Leaning forward with a small smile Dr. Roberta asked, "Would you care to take a look at our patients' typical results?"

Quentin nodded, "I would." His interest getting an approving smile from Dr. Roberta. She pulled a chart from a folder and handed it to us.

"Most of our intake patients show chronic stress from their mild-to-severe cases of human-delusion syndrome (HDS). Chronic HDS damages the heart, nervous system, hell, it can even reek havoc on the digestive tract! Addressing HDS with animal-centric therapy shows stress levels becoming very favourable after about 2 weeks and stabilizing after 6." Leaning over, her finger traced the line marked "cortisol" as it slowly tended towards a shaded green area.

"Curiously, it's about the same rate our Doctor counterparts see in Human Service Animal owners! Isn't that neat?"

"Human Delusion Syndrome? What's that?" I asked.

"It's the medical and veterinary term to describe Human Service Animals before they find their calling. You know, when they think they're still, sort of,

people

..." she gestured at me with a sweeping motion of her hand.

I was trying to come to terms with the fact that I was, apparently, measurably,

chronically

stressed, and possibly also under a clinical

delusion

of being human. "And this,

thing

we're doing is going to help me?" I couldn't bring myself to name it.

"That's what we're going to find out Matty!" Brad turned to smile as he finished cleaning up the lab counter. "The doc and I will keep checking in on you making sure you have the support you need. Now, I got your measurements earlier. If you both still want to try this thing, I think Dr. Roberta has a something special for you in that paper bag." He gestured at the examination table.

"And he can stop any time in the trial, right?" asked Quentin nervously.

"

Any

time during the trial, no consequences. This care team is here for you." Replied Dr. Roberta smoothly.

Looking down at the floor, gripping me tightly with one hand Quentin mumbled, "

I

think

I

would like

us

to try. What do you think my sweet?"

"Ok, well... I don't know..." I looked up at the vet's encouraging smile. "Oh... Fuck it... Alright, let's at least try and see how it is?" Quentin's smile could have lit up a room in that instant.

"Hooray!" clapped Brad and the vet. "Good boy!"

"Now Matty, I want you to keep your clothes on this time, but come back over to the examination table. Here!" she snapped quietly to get my attention and pointed to the table. I obliged and walked over to it, kneeling on top, and placing my hands forward in the pose Brad had coached me in earlier. "And Quentin, this part is for you too! Come on over Mr. Owner!"

Quentin blushed as he walked up next to the vet. From my position, I my head was directly at his crotch height. I could see the bulge pushing on the seams of his pants. I saw his bulge turn towards Dr. Roberta's jean-covered mound as the paper bag crinkled. Soft hands pulled my hair away from my neck, as Quentin's hands gently slipped a collar around my neck and buckled it with a snap. Brad showed Quentin how to adjust it as the vet stroked my head. "Good boy, stay still."

It felt snug, but not tight. Brad clearly knew how to fit collars properly. I could feel two cold spots under the soft fabric band somewhere near my right ear. I shivered as I considered my position. Rolling my eyes up to Quentin, my heart melted at the size of his smile. He was happy. So I was happy.

A small smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as Brad rummaged around in a cupboard somewhere to my left. The bag crinkled again as Dr. Roberta's mound turned back to Quentin's bulge. "Here's the remote for the collar. It's got a vibrate and page function, so you can call your animal when you need him. There's also shock settings... Obviously, you should go easy on the shock settings--especially at first--there's 5 levels in all."

My smile faltered at the mention of the shock collar, as I turned to Quentin, Dr. Roberta continued before I could say anything. "Matty honey, I need to test that it's working, OK baby?" she tussled my hair, "Lowest setting, here we go." There was a click, and simultaneously there was a tingling nip at my neck where the cold spots had been.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry honey! Veterinary necessity!" chirped the vet she held another sweet in her open palm in front of my face. I bobbed my head a moment, then reluctantly licked it out of her palm. "Good boy, you're doing really well! That was a big step! How do you feel?" she asked as Brad returned from the cupboard with something that jingled slightly.