The Dentist

Story by WolfN85 and EpicSonicandPikachu
Image by Eternal

So, like any accredited college, Axsym requires tuition be paid at the start of each semester. Many of the less fortunate students have to find unconventional means of paying their bills. Since werewolf fangs sell for a high price, and since they’ll grow back in about a week, Randy usually visits the dentist to have his teeth pulled out before the start of each term.

Here in lies a problem. You see, aside from having remarkable regenerative powers, the Wolfkin are also immune to most poisons and disease. As wonderful as that may sound, it actually has many drawbacks. Specifically, anesthesia passes through the body at an accelerated rate...

 

The dentist, Dr. Mole D.D.S. sat in his office, looking over some papers while waiting for his next appointment.  

 

"Dr. Mole, Randy is waiting in your room," the receptionist called.

 

"Wonderful, thank you, Ms. Lucy," Dr. Mole said as he rose from his seat.

 

"Ah, Randy, good to see you again." he said as the Wolfkin fell into the patient's chair.

 

Randy had hung his robe on the hook by the door and now sat patiently awaiting the doctor.
"Good to see you, doc. You said you had some idea of how to make this easier on me?"

 

"Ah yes! Please make yourself comfortable. Now, I have a pretty good idea about how to do this, but it's so new that you’re going to be the first to actually try it out," the doctor explained. " I'm going to have to ask you to remove your boots. Don't worry, it will all make sense later."

 

"My boots?" Randy asked. "Well, if you say so..."
He pulled off his footwear and handed them over.
He watched wordlessly as the doctor set them beneath the coat rack.

 

"Alright, now, of course, I’ll need to restrain you.  May I?" the doctor asked.

 

"I don't see why not... I do tend to trash around a lot..."

 

Doctor Mole fastened Randy’s arms and legs in place with tough leather straps and got out his pliers. "Now, could you please open wide," the Doctor asked politely.

 

"Gees! If you're just going to start yanking my teeth out, I don't see why I had to take my boots off."
He ran his tongue over his fangs one last time and opened up…

 

The Doctor moved his pliers in range and waited for his mouth to clamp shut like always.

 

"Neeeerrrr"
As expected, Randy's snout slammed shut. He tried to will it open, knowing that he was only wasting time. His teeth were worth a lot of money at the alchemy shop and this was about the only way he could afford tuition...

 

"There we go! And now here is where my new method comes in!” the doctor said with a smile. Randy watched as he gestured towards the wolf’s paws and his outstretched hand began to glow.

 

The Wolfkin’s eyes grow large as he watches a pair of feathers levitate and hover just in front of his feet. Now, ready and with pliers in hand, the mole set his plan into motion. The feathers began to stoke up and down the lupine soles, sending him into a fit of laughter. His mouth bursts open, revealing two rows of health white teeth...

Doctor Mole smiled as the magical feathers tickles his patient. He was obviously having fun with this! He had already swiftly yanked out two of the werewolf’s fangs successfully. He only hoped the laughter was enough to dull the pain.

 

Randy could scarcely feel his gums being laid bare! One-by-one, his pearly whites were plucked out and deposited in bowl of disinfectant. Soon the mole had finished his task, but the feathers continued tormenting the helpless wolf.

"Hehe... Sop! Sop et!" he cried.

 

"Oh, sorry, I apologize, Mr. O’Conner." The doctor said, as he stopped the feathers in midair.

 

“Hehe… Hanksh!”

 

"Now, how was that?" The Doctor asked, as he un-did the restraints.

 

"Tha wa oh muh bedda..." Randy said, already missing his teeth. He took a pad of paper from his pocket and scribbled down a short message.

"That was so much better! It didn't hurt all that much and my teeth will grow back in soon enough. Thanks, Doc!"

 

"Oh I'm glad to hear that, Mr. O’Conner," the Doctor, handing over the teeth, now dry and ready to sell. "Don't worry about the bill, you baring with me was payment enough. And now I have a new permanent solution to pulling wolf teeth; I really can't thank you enough!”