Kitty is a Cat Shifter who has a really embarrassing problem. She kind of wishes she didn't need to go to the doctor for it, but it's not going away. The thing is, she's um— she's leaking and she's not supposed to. She has never done anything with anyone before.
Luckily for her, the doctor assigned to check on her knows just how to help her.
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«That’s better isn't it?» he hums. “Now, how are you doing today?”
She blinks up at him. For a second, she had forgotten her purpose of coming here. She curls her tail around her body and catches the end of the tail. The tip is a little wet from how much she had been mouthing it, the fur there frazzled and sticking up in several places. She combs her fingers through it carefully. “I um— there's something wrong with me,” she says without looking up at him, busying herself combing the knots out of her long fur. The fur at her tail are really long.
“I see,” he says patiently. “Can you be more specific please, Kitten?”
She takes a deep breath and feels heat rushing to her cheeks. She isn't sure if she's supposed to share this with a male. All her teachers told her she needs to be careful with the opposite sex, but he's a doctor. “It's in— it's in my chest,” she says, eyes darting up to capture his reaction.
He looks a little worried. “Difficulty breathing? Heart palpitations?” he asks.
“No, no,” she shakes her head and gives up resisting the urge to take the tip of her tail between her teeth, chewing the end anxiously. She startles when his hand closes over hers, gentling tugging her tail away.
“Don't do that, Kitten,” he says.
His hand is so much larger than hers, calloused fingers rubbing the inside of her palm in a soothing circle. She looks up and sees something akin to hunger in his eyes and panics, throwing her hand out and scratching him across the face. Or she tries to. He is able to grab hold of her other wrist before she is able to do any real damage and she panics, kicking and yowling, trying to pull herself free, only to have him pull her in closer and closer until she is sitting on his lap, legs dangling over the side of his thigh. She struggles anew, screeching an ungodly high pitch that makes him growl at her in warning.
“Stay still,” he snarls, baring his sharp fangs at her. The shock of seeing his mouth full of fangs is enough to make her pause for a breath, but she begins to panic again almost immediately, snarling at him too even though she can't do what he did and change her teeth so that they're sharper. She tries to kick at him.
He lets out a loud roar that fills the room and makes everything shake, including her.
She freezes, heart pounding too fast in her chest as she looks up at the hulking beast in front of her. He looks more like a wolf than a man, his claws sharp and his eyes glowing. Unlike him, she can’t shift into her animal form. She wonders how huge he would be if he were to change completely, shed his human skin and take on fur instead. He looks so terribly upset with her.
She whimpers.