*Grabs the lucky D6* ...3! What'd I get?clawsandgunsAugust 8 2011, 02:30:48 UTC
Alph had helped the small-town hospital out financially, it was true, but that had been out of pure charity - after all, he wasn't the kind to do anything extravagant with so much money. He'd stopped by the hospital to see how things were coming along and, upon being recognized, he'd been stuck in a paper gown and ushered into a private examination room, being told he was going to be 'thanked'. He reasoned he could always just appreciate the free checkup.
He had no idea how exactly they planned to thank him.
Merle bumped the door open with her hip, keeping her nose buried in the file. She could not believe she was doing this; maybe she would just work until she had saved enough to buy a ticket home? But what about getting a place? No way she would have enough for that for a long while! She couldn't just go home and sleep on the street!
Lowering the off-white file folder, Merle glared briefly at her 'patient'. This guy didn't even look sick-- what the heck was he even here for!?
"Well, go on and sit on the table already! I don't have all day, you know!" Merle huffed in irritation, taking one more look at the file.
There was all of Alph's basic information; name, age, brief medical history. But in addition there was also a loose yellow sheet inserted, detailing not only his sexual biography, but what Merle has supposed to do to please him! 'The patient is extremely aroused by small perky breasts, and especially enjoys having them rubbed against his penis', one part read
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Alph was momentarily transfixed as his nurse walked in - he hadn't expected her to be wearing a uniform quite that... tight. Or to have ears, a tail, and fur the way she did, but that much he could deal with.
"Ah... of course. Sorry." It figures she'd be busy, since this place was understaffed and needed new people to meet demand - it was part of the reason he'd helped out. He sat up on the edge of the padded table like he'd been asked, still completely oblivious of the 'examination' she was being prompted to give him. "I'm Alph. What's your name?"
Merle watched her charge for a few long moments, working up her own nerve. Her mind was scrambling to find some miracle last minute escape, but to no avail. No matter how she thought about it, there only seemed to be one thing to do.
So she approached dragging her feet, and with her ears wilted at the sides of her head. With rough hands she parted Alph's knees, just enough so she could stand comfortably between them.
Merle lowered herself stiffly to her knees and let out a long breath before beginning to pluck away the buttons of her top.
"So how come your so special anyway? What the heck did you do to make them wanna treat you so good here?" she mumbled flatly.
mysteriously, also a 3. (i smell conspiracy)deathsprodigyAugust 8 2011, 05:56:29 UTC
This was getting ridiculous. Hannibal had all the patience in the world but really? This was so obviously a mistake he could hardly stand to sit in the room another second.
On a stretcher. Like he was waiting for a check-up. As if he couldn't take care of himself. He scoffed.
He had come, of course, to offer his aide, possessing immense knowledge of medicine and realizing people here might need help...even if there weren't pregnancies or diseases. Mostly, it was something to distract his mind and bring a bit of comfort.
But someone had mixed up his papers, and he'd redone them, and there there was someone speaking one of few languages he was not especially familiar with, aside from being fairly certain something had gone wrong. And then he was told to wait here and so here he was, ready to snap at the first staff member who walked into his room.
It's true, all the dice in the world are loaded. The aliens did it >> << >> kittyofmischiefAugust 8 2011, 17:21:41 UTC
Merle was really going to open the door and get in there, honestly! She just wanted a few more moments to nurse her tarnished dignity. Leaning against the door, Merle flipped open the file folder and took another look.
All the basic information was there-- name, age, and so on. In addition there was a loose yellow sheet of paper, detailing (quite vivdly, too) the patient's sexual tastes. Merle felt her face heat as she read the file over; she couldn't believe they expected her to--
"Argh! I don't wanna do it! I just don't!" she cried, stomping her foot hard on the floor. The impact was enough to shake loose the handle of the door on which her weight was fully supported. With a yelp she tumbled backwards, landing gracelessly on her back.
"Ouch," she groaned, sitting up and rubbing her head. From her spot on the floor she looked up to her charge, caught in an unyielding fit of uncertainty. Now what?
i even rolled again and it was still a 3. o_OdeathsprodigyAugust 8 2011, 18:39:50 UTC
Pacing the room in increasing irritation he was about to forsake his desire t help at all and just walk out. If the supposed powers of the hotel smitted him for it, so be it. Leaving was better than biting some poor orderlies head off.
Or a nurse. The door clicked open and a young looking girl fell in on her back. He blinked.
"Are you alright?" Well he couldn't go yelling at this poor girl. She probably wasn't supposed to be here either.
"Y-yeah, I'm okay," though not really. Merle's file had no picture of her patient-to-be, and she had been imagining some sickly old man. Hannibal was nothing like she thought-- in fact (dare she admit) he was more than a little... good looking.
That didn't mean she was any happier about this stupid job, no sir!
Merle flung herself into a standing position, and fiddled about smoothing her uniform. Clutching the file under one arm, Merle shifted awkwardly on the balls of her feet, keeping her eyes down (and resisting the urge to madly groom at the fur ringing her wrists).
Her patient was inside, of course, happily snoozing on her back with her arms behind her head and her body bare to the waist. Harami couldn't even stand to have her breasts covered while she was like this, so sensitive it actually hurt, and leaving the jugs bare to all was the only way she could get any sleep. At least she had the decency to cover her lower body with a sheet.
A strange, not entirely human woman, her breasts were huge and always 'active,' and every so often her milk production went haywire and necessitated frequent relief for a period of a few weeks. Doing it herself was awkward, and machines were painful to her, so the old fashion way it had to be! Getting volunteers that weren't total perverts was hard, especially with the rumor going around that with increased lactation came a sharply upturned libido on the cow-like woman...
[I totally cheated, but I doubt you mind, looking at your preferences there. Harami needs to be milked, it's the only way to relieve her! Her canon is... strange, to say the least, and a note
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maybe 3 and 4...universecardAugust 12 2011, 23:40:04 UTC
[ Port Island seemed to be bustling with beautiful girls, and somewhat fortunately, the hospital wasn't any different. It had been difficult to make up an excuse as to how he got injured, since they couldn't say "we were fighting monsters in an hour that doesn't exist", so.
Just some bandages around his chest as his body healed. ]
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He had no idea how exactly they planned to thank him.
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Lowering the off-white file folder, Merle glared briefly at her 'patient'. This guy didn't even look sick-- what the heck was he even here for!?
"Well, go on and sit on the table already! I don't have all day, you know!" Merle huffed in irritation, taking one more look at the file.
There was all of Alph's basic information; name, age, brief medical history. But in addition there was also a loose yellow sheet inserted, detailing not only his sexual biography, but what Merle has supposed to do to please him! 'The patient is extremely aroused by small perky breasts, and especially enjoys having them rubbed against his penis', one part read ( ... )
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"Ah... of course. Sorry." It figures she'd be busy, since this place was understaffed and needed new people to meet demand - it was part of the reason he'd helped out. He sat up on the edge of the padded table like he'd been asked, still completely oblivious of the 'examination' she was being prompted to give him. "I'm Alph. What's your name?"
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So she approached dragging her feet, and with her ears wilted at the sides of her head. With rough hands she parted Alph's knees, just enough so she could stand comfortably between them.
Merle lowered herself stiffly to her knees and let out a long breath before beginning to pluck away the buttons of her top.
"So how come your so special anyway? What the heck did you do to make them wanna treat you so good here?" she mumbled flatly.
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On a stretcher. Like he was waiting for a check-up. As if he couldn't take care of himself. He scoffed.
He had come, of course, to offer his aide, possessing immense knowledge of medicine and realizing people here might need help...even if there weren't pregnancies or diseases. Mostly, it was something to distract his mind and bring a bit of comfort.
But someone had mixed up his papers, and he'd redone them, and there there was someone speaking one of few languages he was not especially familiar with, aside from being fairly certain something had gone wrong. And then he was told to wait here and so here he was, ready to snap at the first staff member who walked into his room.
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All the basic information was there-- name, age, and so on. In addition there was a loose yellow sheet of paper, detailing (quite vivdly, too) the patient's sexual tastes. Merle felt her face heat as she read the file over; she couldn't believe they expected her to--
"Argh! I don't wanna do it! I just don't!" she cried, stomping her foot hard on the floor. The impact was enough to shake loose the handle of the door on which her weight was fully supported. With a yelp she tumbled backwards, landing gracelessly on her back.
"Ouch," she groaned, sitting up and rubbing her head. From her spot on the floor she looked up to her charge, caught in an unyielding fit of uncertainty. Now what?
"Uh... hi?"
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Or a nurse. The door clicked open and a young looking girl fell in on her back. He blinked.
"Are you alright?" Well he couldn't go yelling at this poor girl. She probably wasn't supposed to be here either.
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That didn't mean she was any happier about this stupid job, no sir!
Merle flung herself into a standing position, and fiddled about smoothing her uniform. Clutching the file under one arm, Merle shifted awkwardly on the balls of her feet, keeping her eyes down (and resisting the urge to madly groom at the fur ringing her wrists).
"So you're... Mr. Hannibal Lecter, right?"
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A strange, not entirely human woman, her breasts were huge and always 'active,' and every so often her milk production went haywire and necessitated frequent relief for a period of a few weeks. Doing it herself was awkward, and machines were painful to her, so the old fashion way it had to be! Getting volunteers that weren't total perverts was hard, especially with the rumor going around that with increased lactation came a sharply upturned libido on the cow-like woman...
[I totally cheated, but I doubt you mind, looking at your preferences there. Harami needs to be milked, it's the only way to relieve her! Her canon is... strange, to say the least, and a note ( ... )
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Just some bandages around his chest as his body healed. ]
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