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Toriel sat alone in the waiting room. A few things had changed since her last time here—new magazines, a new coat of paint. It had been years. She'd had no need for a general practitioner in all this time. Monsters were hardy creatures and Toriel was no exception. She rarely got ill, and when it came to injuries she could heal most things with her own magic.
But lately she'd had a problem. Her leg had begun to bother her. It started as an occasional twinge in her left calf and had gradually gotten worse over the last several weeks. Now it was a persistent, burning ache that kept her awake at nights. Asgore had noticed, of course, and had finally convinced his stubborn goat that it would be best to get it checked out. After putting it off for days, Toriel finally relented.
The door to the examination rooms swung open and Toriel's old physician, Dr. Dalgas, emerged, leading an older slime Monster by their hand. "Remember," the doctor instructed them. "You need to maintain a consistent shape for at least the next three days. If you keep fluctuating between forms, you'll never heal."
"Thankshh," they replied with a burbling noise and a nod of their gelatinous head.
"Alright. See you soon." The doctor patted them on the back area and turned to face the waiting room. His gaze fell upon the queen herself, and his eyes lit up. "Toriel, my dear," the doctor said. "It's good to see you. I'm so glad you're here." He held out an outstretched hand and gestured her into the hallway.
Dalgas was a tall, slender grey-furred rabbit Monster clad in a typical physician's long white coat and a pair of thin-rimmed spectacles perched upon his nose. He was only a few decades younger than Toriel and had the pleasure of serving the Dreemurr family for many years. Asgore was a frequent enough patient of his, but he couldn't say the same of the queen.
"Hello, Doctor," Toriel stood and replied cordially. "It has been a while, has it not?"
"That it has!" The doctor smiled warmly. "I've been telling Asgore for years he ought to bring you in for a check-up."
His eyes quickly scanned her figure. She was in good physical shape. A little overweight, perhaps. She had always had a plump, matronly build, though, and Dalgas knew better than to mention that to his royal patient. She was a beautiful woman, with lovely features and a warm, inviting face. She wore a lavender dress that hugged the curves of her ample breasts, and her hips were wide, her legs thick and shapely. Like him, she was customarily barefoot, her large, well-manicured feet poking from the hem of her skirt. The oddball always had a weakness for a good-looking pair of female feet and he had to admit, Toriel's were exquisite. Nevertheless, he kept his professional composure and led the boss Monster to his exam room.
"So what brings you in today?" he asked, gesturing for her to sit down on the paper-covered examination table.
Toriel did as prompted, and her skirt hiked up to expose her thick calves as she settled onto the table's surface. "Well, my left leg has been hurting lately, and I'm not certain why." She rubbed the area and winced. "Of course, I tried healing it, but that did little to alleviate the issue. I'm at a bit of a loss. Asgore insisted I see you, and I suppose it couldn't hurt." Toriel looked around the small room. "I see that not too much has changed."
Dalgas nodded. "Not much has," he agreed, "but I'm glad you came. I know you're capable of taking care of your health, but sometimes we need to rely on others." The doctor looked over the spot Toriel had pointed to. "It hurts, you said? Could you describe the pain for me?" he inquired with a gentle voice. His inner perv, however, had a different set of priorities. What luck, to not only have the opportunity to examine the queen again but also to have the perfect justification to ogle and touch those amazing legs of hers.
"It's a burning, aching sensation," Toriel replied. "Sometimes it's worse, other times not so much, but it's always present." She sighed.
The doctor listened and nodded. "I see. I'm going to ask you to lie back on the table," he said.
"Very well." Toriel felt a bit awkward, but she complied. The table's surface was cold against the exposed fur of the backs of her legs. Her breasts spilled to the sides slightly and she was acutely aware that her position was not the best for modesty—her skirt was hiked up revealing her underwear a tad. She cursed internally for neglecting to consider wearing something more appropriate for an exam.
Dalgas got on a rolling stool and scooted to the end of the exam table. He was now level with her soles. His mouth was dry, his pulse quickening, and he was glad that the angle of the table hid any evidence of that. Smooth, clean, and shapely. Her feet were the very picture of perfection. Even the smells were pleasant—faint notes of soap and the earthy tones of her natural scent. He wanted to touch them. He wanted to rub them. He wanted to kiss, to lick, to suck her toes. He wanted her feet in his crotch. These thoughts were far from foreign to him, especially around certain patients. Finally, he snapped back into the moment and regained his bearings.
"Okay, I'm going to palpate the painful areas," he said, "and you let me know if anything hurts. Alright?"
"Go ahead," Toriel responded, trying not to tense up too much.
Dalgas began by lifting her left leg slightly and probing the calf muscle with a practiced touch. She immediately sucked in air through clenched teeth.
"Ah," the queen gasped, "there, yes."
"Sorry," the rabbit Monster replied. "Tell me, have you had a change in activity levels lately? Anything that would make your muscles more sore?"
Toriel thought. "Not especially, Doctor," she said after some time. "I have not done anything out of the ordinary, at least not that I can think of. Gardening, baking, snail hunting... the usual routine, really."
Toriel spoke, but the doctor wasn't entirely focused upon her words. He was running his hands over her legs, feeling her muscles, and he was enjoying it far too much. They were so soft and plush, yet firm in all the right spots. Her fur felt like velvet, and her skin beneath was smooth. Strictly speaking, there was no need to be quite this thorough. He was already fairly sure that her problem was simply a case of a strained muscle and would resolve on its own in a week or so. There were no signs of any swelling or redness, nor were there any signs of compartment syndrome. But that information could be withheld for a while longer.
"Well, that's a mystery indeed. I'm not sure what to attribute that to," Dalgas replied. "Let's have a look at your right leg as well. Just to be safe."
The rabbit Monster repeated his actions with Toriel's other calf and noted her lack of reaction. "How about this one?" he inquired, continuing to knead the muscles.
"That feels nice," the queen said, "but it is not sore."
"Hmm," Dalgas murmured. His hands had wandered to her feet, which he was massaging gently, rubbing small circles with the pads of his thumbs. It seemed that his patient was enjoying this. Her toes were curling reflexively, something which the doctor found adorable—and arousing. The foolish man's thoughts were wandering to forbidden places, and he was starting to tent below the table. A thought began growing in his mind. He had to do something bold. Something daring. Something that would make this visit memorable.
"Doctor," the boss Monster said after some moments of silence, "do you think my feet have anything to do with the pain?" Toriel had begun to wonder why exactly Dr. Dalgas started massaging them.
Dalgas thought about his options. He had a plan in mind. It would easily cost the man his livelihood and his freedom if he got caught, but he knew from previous experience that he had the necessary skills and confidence to pull it off. He almost never indulged his darker side, but today was different. Toriel had been in his fantasies for years. If he stood by idly, he wouldn't get an easier chance to have a little fun with the queen. 'Here goes', the doctor thought.
"It is a possibility," the doctor answered. "I'm going to perform a magical assessment, if that's alright. It might tingle or feel strange. That is normal."
"Oh," Toriel replied, a little surprised. "Yes, that is alright." She wasn't aware that such magic even existed. But then again, Monster magic was incredibly diverse, and there were always new things to learn. Perhaps it was some sort of diagnostic spell, she mused.
Dalgas took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. He rose and moved the rolling stool aside. He reached over to grab a leg and began harmlessly massaging it. He then concentrated, and his hands began glowing a dim purple color.
"I'm going to massage your muscles and use magic to detect any abnormalities. It's a fairly new technique, but it works," he lied. "Just try to relax. You might feel sleepy, or even drowsy, as a side-effect. Don't worry; that is normal," he said. He looked at his patient. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and even.
"Okay, I am ready," she said.
The doctor smiled and began casting a subtle form of hypnosis magic, weaving his spell into the physical massage. Hypnosis would be difficult to maintain on a boss monster, he knew. However, his status as a familiar and trustworthy authority figure would help a lot. Toriel's guard was down and he was confident that he had a good chance of success.
"Relax, relax, relax. Just relax. You're safe with your doctor. Everything's alright." He repeated his commands slowly, calmly, and quietly as he continued his efforts, watching his patient carefully.
Toriel felt herself drifting, floating, and sinking. She felt a pleasant, warm tingling spreading through her body, starting from her legs and radiating outward. She was aware of his words, but she wasn't present for them. She was aware that he was touching her, but it didn't seem to mean much.
"You're doing very well," the doctor said. "I'm going to keep using magic to scan you and massage the pain away."
"Yes," Toriel said. Her voice was distant and soft.
Dalgas was pleased to see that his spell had taken hold. Empathy was a useful trait to possess, and the doctor felt her emotions shifting to match his words. Just to be sure of her susceptibility, Dalgas decided on a little test.
"Your arms feel lighter and lighter. They feel like they are made out of helium balloons. They are practically weightless." He kept up his massage and watched. Sure enough, Toriel's hands began to rise. He smiled. It was time for some real fun.
"Your hands are floating now. You may lower them," the doctor said. Toriel did so, her hands falling gently back onto the exam table's surface.
"I have a cure for the ache," he said, "but it is experimental."
"Yes, I am listening," the boss Monster responded flatly.
Before carrying out his next step, the doctor decided it was best to lock the office door. He didn't want to have any interruptions. "Okay, I'm going to need you to spread your legs," he explained as he walked back to his patient. "Just a little, not too much," Dalgas clarified.
"Okay, Doctor." Toriel slowly parted her legs. She felt a vague sense of unease, but her thoughts were too clouded for her to dwell upon it.
"You will feel something being removed, but don't worry. It is not a part of you. You won't miss it and you won't even notice its absence." Dalgas reached under her skirt and slipped off her panties. "There, that should help."
"Yes," she said.
He grinned as his fingers brushed the soft, warm, and fuzzy folds of her pussy, and the queen let a little gasp of pleasure. He wanted to fuck Toriel right then and there, but he knew he'd never get away with it, and he didn't want to push things that far. This was merely going to serve as eye candy and fodder for his fantasies for the next few lonely weeks.
"Perfect. Now, you're doing very well," he said as he unbuttoned the front of his slacks. The doctor pulled out his member and stroked himself gently. His cock was a long, tapered shaft of pink flesh that was already mostly erect. Fapping sounds began filling the room—luckily Toriel was not instructed to pay attention to anything, and so the noise did not register with the boss Monster.
"Now, I'm going to apply something wet all around your feet. It will feel a little slimy, but it is a natural treatment that will help to heal the soreness in no time at all." The rabbit Monster knelt at the foot of the table and took one of her mature feet into his mouth, licking it and sucking each of her toes in turn. His tongue laved the sole and the top and sides, and he coated the appendages liberally with saliva. It was even better than he could hope for. "It's working already, isn't it?" he asked with his cock fully hardened and throbbing in his free hand.
Toriel was barely aware that he'd been speaking at this point, and her response was a simple "Yes." The queen was still conscious, but unable to process the sensory input she was receiving.
Dalgas continued licking and sucking on Toriel's foot, then switched over to the second and repeated the process, making sure it too was thoroughly slathered in his spit. Toriel would occasionally moan or gasp when the rabbit Monster hit a particularly ticklish or sensitive spot, which only encouraged him to continue.
"Your feet are gorgeous, my queen," Dalgas said. "Does Asgore ever lavish them with attention?" The trance had rendered her so passive and docile, that the doctor could ask anything and she'd answer, no secrets barred.
Toriel was silent for a moment. "...No," she said eventually.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, and meant every word. The thought that Asgore was neglecting the queen's feet was a travesty to the kinky rabbit. This was when lighting struck. He had an idea. A very fun one.
"Okay," the physician said as he stood with Toriel's feet in his grasp, "now I want you to listen carefully. You are lying on your bed, in your room. It feels comfortable, and warm. You're safe and sound." He began stroking himself again, faster this time. "You are naked and aroused. Your husband, the King is there. He is also nude, and his manhood stands proud and strong. He wants you. But instead of penetrating you as usual, he is between your legs and his cock is between your soles." The doctor's breath caught. His cock was now sandwiched firmly between Toriel's soles, and the slickness of his saliva allowed him to pump his hips easily, sliding in and out of the artificially tight space with ease.
"Do you feel Asgore's penis thrusting back and forth between the bottoms of your feet? Can you hear the lewd sounds his movements are making?"
"Yes, I can," Toriel said, still in a flat monotone, though a blush was creeping onto her face. "I can feel it."
"Good, good." He had her by the ankles now, gripping them firmly to keep her feet in place as he thrust. The position was slightly awkward, but that could be fixed. "You're on your back, and your legs are spread wide apart." As Dalgas said this he adjusted her position to match, spreading her legs wide. The doctor's eyes were treated to a full view of the queen's pussy. He could see the glistening moisture that coated its lips and the pink folds within. Her scent was strong, too, a sweet, musky fragrance.
"What does Asgore think of your vulva?" the physician inquired, his voice strained from the effort.
"It is beautiful and delicious," the queen answered. "He loves it. It makes him happy. He likes to touch and taste me. He likes to fuck it. He likes to cum inside of me."
Hearing those dirty words spill from the lips of a woman as proper and dignified as the Queen was music to the doctor's ears. He was getting dangerously close, however, so he had to slow down.
"Good. Excellent," he said, panting a little. "Say, do you masturbate?" the rabbit asked. His hips were moving slowly, deliberately.
"Yes, of course. Every few weeks. It feels nice," she said without hesitation. She was blushing even more deeply.
"How do you do it?" He asked between breaths.
"I use my fingers to touch my clitoris. It makes my legs shake. My husband likes to watch sometimes, too."
"Very good." Dalgas was grinning like an idiot. He was going to have so much fun with these memories. "You want to touch yourself, don't you?" the rabbit asked, his tone suggestive.
"...Yes."
"Then go on, my queen," the physician urged. "Show me how you masturbate."
The doctor watched in delight as the queen's hand drifted to the cleft between her thighs, her fingers finding her clit with expert precision and beginning to rub it in a slow circle.
"You are very horny," the doctor continued, "very wet, very needy, and very sensitive. You can't stop yourself from touching. It feels so good, and you want more and more." He lifted her right leg to his mouth again and resumed giving long, loving licks across her sole while continuing to idly buck against the other.
"Ah!" Toriel gasped as she felt his tongue. The stimulation of her feet and clit were sending sparks through her body, and she couldn't help moaning loudly. Her fingers were moving faster, rubbing her clit more intensely, and her juices flowed freely down her thighs, dripping onto the paper below her.
"That's it," he encouraged her, "keep masturbating. You're feeling so hot, and you need to release it all soon."
"Aaaahh..." Toriel moaned and wriggled her hips, her fingers working furiously at her clit.
"Are you getting closer?"
"Y-Yes," she said, her voice strained, her breathing ragged.
"But Asgore is waiting, too," the rabbit reminded her. "You mustn't forget him. He needs to finish, and he is so close. Can't you see his cock throbbing? He needs to cum on your pretty little toes, and you will let him. You will make him cum." Now, slowly open your eyes and focus on Asgore in front of you." He let go of her leg and hoped the idea had been planted properly.
The boss Monster opened her eyes, and they were glassy and unfocused, her expression vacant and dazed, yet still somehow filled with lust. "Oh, Asgore," Toriel moaned.
She saw nothing, but her mind supplied the images, and she was lost within the fantasy, feeling a sense of guilt for ignoring him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She began to move both feet together, trapping his erection between the silky smoothness. The queen began the unfamiliar pumping motion with some clumsiness. She had no concept of this particular act, and it was a bit strange to her. Still, it felt right, and it was what her husband needed, so she did as her mind told her.
The doctor was in seventh heaven. The sight of the Queen exposing her privates and masturbating before his gaze was something he never thought would happen in a lifetime, and to be receiving a footjob from her was simply unreal. He could hardly believe his luck. He continued standing there for a moment, absorbing the sensations. Her feet were moving in unison, gripping him tightly, and stroking his length in a steady, rhythmic manner. His cock was slick and hot from the saliva, and her movements were making it twitch and jump in response, his precum leaking out and dripping onto her toes and the exam table below.
"Tell Asgore how you are feeling," the physician encouraged.
Toriel was panting and moaning, her body writhing and twisting. Her fingers worked faster on her clit and her toes clenched and unclenched, kneading his shaft as she continued the rhythmic back-and-forth motion. His erection felt hot and slick with a new kind of lubrication. His heartbeat was strong, and it reverberated through the flesh that was being squeezed and massaged by the queen.
"Aah... Asgore..." she groaned. "Please, I-I am going to cum soon." Toriel's voice was strained and her body was trembling. "Please, cum with me. Cum on me," she pleaded. She was so close, her legs trembled uncontrollably and the muscles in her belly tightened.
Her glazed over eyes met his, and the doctor could tell that the queen was about to climax. He was not far behind.
This would be the final step of her treatment. "Do you feel the pain in your left calf?" he inquired.
"Yes." The queen groaned.
Dalgas struggled to articulate his thoughts, but he had to get this right. "Good, then let your climax wash it all away. When your body reaches orgasm and tightens, that pain will disappear." He raised a glowing hand and began to focus his healing magic in preparation for her orgasm. The dopamine rush would amplify its pain-killing effects.
"Asgoooore! I-I'm going to—" Toriel's body tensed and her back arched. In this moment, the doctor brought down the full strength of his therapeutic magic onto the affected area. It hit the queen with a powerful jolt, and she let out a long and loud cry. Her body convulsed and shook, her legs twitching violently as her pussy spasmed around a phantom object.
The rabbit's own impending orgasm was about to hit him like a tidal wave. He pulled away and quickly took himself into hand, stroking himself furiously. With one last jerk, he erupted. Thick, sticky spurts of his cum sprayed across her submissive toes, coating them in a warm, viscous mess. Dalgas grunted in relief as the final waves of pleasure washed through him, his cock still pulsating in his hand, his seed partially spilling onto the paper below her feet.
The doctor stood there for a moment, basking in his release. He was panting heavily, his dick slowly softening. He looked at the queen. Toriel's body had gone slack, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Her legs were still parted and her hand had not moved. She had a look of pure contentment and satisfaction plastered across her flushed face, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth hanging slightly agape.
He took a mental snapshot, committing every last detail of her form to his memory. "This concludes the treatment." He was still a little breathless from the exertion. Everything had gone according to plan. He reached for the box of tissues on his desk.
***
"Thank you very much," the queen looked back at the good doctor, her voice full of warm gratitude.
The pain was entirely absent. She could hardly believe it. Toriel was a bit embarrassed that her leg pain had been so easily remedied, even if she couldn't recall any concrete details of what the doctor had actually done. Perhaps she should have come to his office sooner after all.
"It is no problem," the doctor said seeing her out. "I'm happy that the treatment was effective. If the issue recurs, please do come see me." He smiled. "And don't wait a decade this time," he added in a playful, scolding manner, giving the queen a knowing wink.
"Of course. I will not wait a decade next time." The queen laughed. She turned and made to leave. "Please enjoy the rest of your afternoon!" She gave a friendly wave before walking off back home. Toriel was looking forward to a hot cup of tea and a good book next to the fireplace. And, of course, she needed some time to think about how to approach the newly implanted idea of foot play to her dear husband. Perhaps she would surprise him in a little roleplay scenario? Only time would tell.