"Ma'am, please, I'm just trying to help--"
"No, YOU listen to ME, missy." The little woman shrieked, poking at my chest with her bony old finger. "I came to YOU because I couldn't get into my regular doctor."
I crossed my arms now. I know, I know. Not a professional way to handle a problematic client and is usually frowned upon, but this little bitch was starting to get to me.
"Yes, I realize that, and I'm sorry that your regular doctor had to take a vacation, but if you'd just--"
The old field mouse had made it abundantly clear that she wasn't willing to accept a new doctor taking the place of her old GP, let alone a fresh new face. I hadn't been outright told that the residents here were cautious around new residents, but all of the side glances and odd looks I've been getting from beasts on the street kind of painted the picture.
A knock at the door, followed by the turning of the nob. Both our heads turned in their direction as a nurse quietly entered the room. "Sorry to interrupt you, Doctor Reigns, But I just need you to sign a quick prescription for the patient at the front desk." The expression on his face showed one more concern than anything.
I rose from my seat beside the agitated mouse and stood beside the nurse. He handed me the clipboard with a single piece of white paper affixed to it that read:
"Is everything okay?"
Nurse Leif was a kind, young beast who had been watching out for me here at the practice ever since I took up office. A raccoon with bright neon green hair that he kept in a man bun.
The older patients came here to see one Doctor Taylor, and while I don't think word had exactly gotten out yet that his vacation was a permanent one, signs were beginning to show amidst his former clients.
I looked at my assistant and smiled and scribbled in the sort of handwriting only doctors learned, "All is well. <3" I handed the clipboard back to him, and he exited the room, leaving me to deal with this unruly field mouse once more. It was almost closing time, and I was getting to the point of needing a good, stiff drink.
"Button up your shirt; you're a doctor. Doctor Taylor would never!" Mrs. Oniker barked, stopping me mid-stride. I hadn't expected personal attacks. The little mouse was full of surprises.
"But I have my scrubs on underne--"
"Button up. Now." She barked once more, more of a squeak than an actual bark.
To think that at some point in the far distant past, I'd have just pounced on her and eaten her alive, but now? We're arguing over the sort of medicine that she needed to be put on in order to relieve some of the pain from her arthritis.
"As you wish," I said, buttoning up the last of two buttons on my top, feeling a newfound tightness upon me that made breathing a bit more of a difficult affair. Buying professional-looking tops proved to be more difficult than I had thought; Either I left them unbuttoned as I had today and risked getting slammed for showing too much, or I put myself in a form of constricted discomfort.
I had found that the former made dealing with unruly male patients a great deal more straightforward, and I definitely used it to my advantage more often than not. Some females, too, were weak to the sight that was my cleavage.
Missus Oniker was not one of them.
"All right then, how about we get down to the brass tax of things?" I clapped my hands together and returned to the chair beside my patient, ready for the final fight.
Once I made sure everyone, including the staff, had vacated the office, I locked the doors behind me and ventured out onto the empty sidewalks of Brickhedge... That is what I'd actually love to say, but the office was located just to the south of Main Street, where only soft shoulders lined the streets, and a Dollar General lit the darkening night sky. The sky had turned a deep, ominous grey as the promise of a heavy spring downpour moved into town. It is the first weather of the sort since I moved in last weekend.
I slung my messenger bag around my shoulder and walked the road headed towards where bright orange "Road Work Ahead" signs were placed. I'd been told that the mayor had said that there had been plans to extend the sidewalks to encompass the southern and northern outskirts of Main Street. Whether the plans would continue or not had not been decided, as it sounds like the plans had come to a halt months ago.
I closed my eyes and inhaled, taking in and filling my lungs with the crisp, clean mountain air. It felt intoxicating, particularly after having had my chest constricted for the last two hours. I finally got that mouse out of the house in the end, not with a new prescription or anything medical.
My weather app dinged with the sound of lightning and falling rain. The mouse demanded I tell her what that meant, and so I explained. "Rainstorm's moving in."
And it was just like that that her whole problem was somehow "solved", claiming that it was the impending rain that had caused her 'thritis to flair up. She slipped down off the table after that and walked out of the examining room without a word.
As amazed as I was by the sudden climax of the visit, I was glad it was over.
Now, I was on my way home, hoping to get within sight of my modest townhouse before the sky decided to open up on me. It was then, however, that the bright neon sign of the local bar flashed "Open" that my entire trajectory changed. Getting home and getting undressed was a nice thought, but getting home with a slight buzz somehow sounded even better.
I don't know what kind of soundproofing they had on the place, but opening the door exposed the outside world to blaring rock music, swearing, and laughing. It felt like opening a portal to another world. In most bars, you could hear how rowdy they were just by standing outside, but that wasn't the case with this one.
It also didn't help that it was at the bottom of an alleyway, down not one but two flights of stairs. It's kind of like that old TV show 'Cheers', but like an entire floor deeper.
I stepped inside Fingal's Pub and took a look around. It wasn't as busy as it had sounded, but the patrons that were here were lively enough. Van Halens 'Dreams' blared from the jukebox in the corner as all eyes turned to me.
The sight of a six-foot-tall, curvy mountain lion stepping into the building immediately hushed every snout and beak in the building. Even the music skipped a note, funnily enough. I was no longer dressed in my scrubs, having replaced my pants with some tighter, business-styled black pants that loosened up and flowed freely around my shins.
I'd worn my favorite halter vest over my black scrubs today, which, now thinking back, made the comment from the old crotchety mouse all the more bizarre.
It was a dark purple halter vest with three large buttons at the front, the top-most one unbuttoned as I had worn it earlier. Not by choice, really, but it felt a bit more constrictive when I buttoned it all the way up. Beneath that was my usual black push-up bra, hefting my large breasts up and creating a cleft between them that I've lost more than a fair share of chapstick between.
I stopped in the doorway, cocked my hip and placed a hand on it, and swung my tail back and forth in a playful way while the patrons all gawked at me. Their slacked jaws told me that they weren't used to seeing somebeast like me hanging about their establishment.
I can't blame them, though; I'd be gawking as well if I saw a beast like me come striding in out of the weather.
Picking my way through the tables and making a beeline for the corner seat at the bar, I sat my fine ass down and draped my tail across my lap.
"Oi, what can I get for ya, miss, uhh..." The bartender said, his Irish accent as pure as they come. He was a hound of some sort, nothing unique or spectacular. He was greying on top of his close-shaved head.
"Callista. Callista Reigns, I'm the new doctor taking the place of Doctor Taylor." I confidently answered, "And I'll have a beer, top it off, please." I smiled and flashed my second most defining feature at him: My huge canines. Protruding out of my upper jaw, like a sabertooth tiger, my fangs point and curve down across my lower jaw. A development that had really confused my parents when I was born, as both were supposedly pure-breed mountain lions.
This, unsurprisingly, had caused some trouble during my birth, and my father had demanded a blood test. Sure enough, my blood came back as expected, clearing my mother(soon his ex-wife) of all infidelity and damning me to live a life in a broken home.
He returned a moment later with a napkin and placed my mug atop it. "It's a pleasure to finally meet'cha, Ms. Reigns. Been seeing quite a few new faces around town but haven't had the chance to talk to any of 'em yet."
I took a big gulp of the ice-cold beer, wallowing in not only the taste but the relief that came from finally getting something to drink. Must've been dehydrated or something. I let my tail down, allowing it to sweep the floor behind me, hoping no drunk bargoer would step on it.
When I took a quick look around the bar, I noticed more than a few of the patrons were looking at the ceiling directly above me, men and women alike. They hadn't noticed me noticing them, so I, too, took a glance upward.
To my surprise, all along the ceiling, directly above the bar, were mirrors. To what purpose these serves was unknown, but it did reveal to me the source of interest of the bar within the reflection: They were all getting a bird's eye view of my cleavage.
I let them have it a few moments longer before craning my neck back and looking all of them in the eye at the same time.
When everybeast saw that I, too, was glancing upwards into the mirror, meeting their eyes simultaneously, their attention snapped back to their tables. All except one.
It was a Doberman. She is probably in her mid-twenties. Short-cut hair, side-swept to one side, and the sides of her head shaved. There were a few piercings on her ears and nose and probably her nipples, too, based on the outward impressions under her shirt. Quite the beauty, and somewhat out of place considering how, and I don't mean this in a hurtful way, plain most beasts in town look.
I turned back to my drink as she began to rise, moving across the bar to take up the stool beside me.
"Can I buy you a drink?" She said, placing her half-empty mug down beside my own.
"A classic, but a goodie. But no, thank you, though, I've got work in the morning." I replied, taking another gulp of my beer. "So what's your name?"
"Elliot, but my friends call me Ellie. And you must be the new doctor in town. I've heard a lot about you."
"Is that so? I hope it's all good," I replied. She explained how she had researched my career in the medical field via a few simple internet searches. Nothing as profound as she tried making it sound.
We talked for what must have been an hour after that, our conversation going from talking about the town, the new faces moving in, and the weather before it moved into more flirty territory. Honestly, sex had been the last thing on my mind as I was still attempting to establish my roots here in Brickhedge, but after the day I had today? It definitely had its allure.
"You've quite the pretty color of fur, doctor Reigns. Don't quite think that I've ever seen such a nice blue coat on a lion before." She said, carefully brushing her knuckles along my upper arm. "And your hair; It's so full and luxurious. Are the darker green highlights natural?" She asked, using the same hand and pushing the lock of hair away from the side of my face.
Fuck it, I knew where this was going, and I could use the relief. If none of the guys here were going to make a move, I was taking her home with me.
"How about we talk about it on the way back to my place?" I said with a more alluring, throaty tone to my voice.
She replied, "Only if I get to look at those pretty yellow eyes of yours the whole way there."
I couldn't help but laugh. She'd been clever and endearing about it up until that bit. "I hope you realize that one of us would have to keep an eye on where we were going, and you're kind of drunk already." I smiled, taking her hand as we left the bar.
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