Callista watched as the mole, a beast almost half her height, disappeared into the coffee shop from which she’d just spent her lunch break. The sight of his nose, those eight wriggling pink, fleshy tentacles, had instantly transfixed her, freezing her in place with an unexpected sexual longing.
Callista Reigns always got what she wanted, and right then and there, she had wanted to seduce that mole, take him back to her place and have him do raunchy things to her using whatever the fuck that was on his nose. But her lunch hour was almost up, and the health and wellbeing of her patients took top priority.
But soon, little mole, she thought to herself. Soon.
The lioness begrudgingly left the exterior of the coffee shop where her prey had hold up in its escape. Her long, powerful legs took swift, long strides that propelled her body toward her destination. Large paws cushioned the pawfalls of the glamorous doctor down the streets of Brickhedge, her coat unbuttoned and revealing the lowcut top beneath. A sight that had caused pause to most passersbies, young and old alike. Male, female, and other.
Callista didn’t match the typical image of a medical professional that most tend to have when the subject was breached. Her hair was long, glamorous, and kept hanging loosely across her back, never kept up. It flowed in heavy vertical lengths of seafoam green, with deeper waves randomly flowing throughout.
She stood over six feet tall, a beautiful body held aloft by two long, supermodel-quality legs. A pair of prominent breasts adorned her torso, which she further accented with low-cut tops and push-up bras.
Upon arriving at the office at the end of her lunch hour, a wave of relief washed over her as the waiting room had but two beasts in waiting, one of which was a child that didn’t even look like she wanted to be there to begin with.
Callista checked in with the receptionist, a female wolf with fur that gave off a bluish tint. The older woman smiled and greeted the doctor. Her name was Kate Winstead, and had been working as a receptionist for the late Doctor Taylor for nigh on twenty years. Her gentle demeanor, despite her powerful appearance, lent her the ability to control most situations that could arise, be it the advent of loud and impatient patients or the sheer, embodied chaos that was—
“Miribel Oniker, again?! She was just here two weeks ago.” Callista growled, looking over the rest of the patients scheduled between now and closing.
Kate shrugged her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were warm, instilling a soothing energy, whether one looking into them or having them fall upon you. Despite the kindly receptionist’s entire existence being that of a calm, soothing one, she’d more than dealt with her share of backlash from prey species over the years; older beasts, in particular, were especially hateful.
“Unfortunate, I know. Ms. Oniker called while you were on lunch and insisted we fit her in as soon as possible, citing that she be seen under emergency pretenses.”
Callista sighed. “And here I was having a rather charming day, too… Say, Kate,” The wolf craned her head, twitching an ear at the mention of her name. “Do we have any patients of the mole species here?”
The wolf went to business, tapping away at the keys of her mechanical keyboard, bringing up the Patient Directory. Directing the mouse arrow over the Sort By… drop-down tab, she hovered over the M, tapping it and expanding it further until she finally found the final tab for Moles.
Callista was buttoning up the last button of her white doctor’s coat when the wolf started to say, “Hmm, afraid not, doctor. The only record for a mole we’ve ever had was back in the 70s. None since. Don’t see too many of that species this high up in the mountains.”
Smoothing the fabric down, Callista tugged at one of the lower buttons to pull the last of the snug coat over her and under her breasts. Not wanting to divulge why she’d expressed interest, she hurried the first patient on the list into the back room.
Two long, uneventful hours and a polite set of patients later, the waiting room was finally empty. Callista breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoning the top of her coat momentairly, letting some pressure off her chest. Stepping to the receptionist desk, she leaned over to talk with Mrs. Winstead, the blue wolf. An older woman, but a damn fine one at that. A fine specimen of the wolf species if she’d ever seen one.
A powerful face, offset by the warm, motherly gaze of her brown eyes. Big, fluffy ears, a set of breasts that while succumbing to gravity, still looked perfectly eye-catching. Then when she stood, you were reminded that she was a wolf, and thus had the height to go along with it, and the ass, and the tail.
All right girl, get it together, she said to herself. Couldn’t be thirsting for your own receptionist now, especially when—
The door opened up and in came yet another wolf. Another beautiful member of the species, the lion thought, as the red-hued wolf stepped up to the desk holding a small box in the crook of her right arm.
“Doctor Reigns, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” The red wolf spoke with an accent that she couldn’t quite place. Norwegian, perhaps? Not a local, that was for sure.
“Nice to see you again too, Niri.” The red-hued wolf, also sporting many of the beautifully powerful qualities the species was known for, was the wife of Kate. Happily married for eight years, she had told Callista the first time they met.
A meeting that had left the lioness wondeirng what it’d be like on the receiving end of a full sexual assault by a pair of older wolves. She quivered at the resurfacing thought.
“Niri, hello. What brings you in today?”
The red wolf took the box that had been tucked under her right arm and set it on the receptionist desk. Kate taking it and reading the shipping label, then peered her brown eyes back up to gaze at the more timid red wolf.
“Why do we keep receiving the offices’ mail at our house, Niri?” The more confident-sounding blue wolf asked, not expecting the answer she was about to receive.
“Because of Doctor Taylor,” Niri said softly, her voice sounding almost too innocent coming from the mouth of such a powerful-looking beast. “He insisted it all come addressed to you.” Callista raised an eyebrow at the statement.
“Come again?” Callista said, reaching for the package that was clearly addressed to Kate Winstead at Brickhedge Medical.
“You know how the mail carriers are around here, Katey,” Niri using her wife’s petname to disarm the beast. “They just see your name and assume it’s going to our house. It’s no big—“
But Callista had other feelings, and had to interject this time. “It is actually a concern. I trust you Kate, I really do, but the idea of having potentially sensitive materials relating to patients being delivered to private residences is…”
“I know, I know,” Kate was shaking her head as she removed the small pair of reading glasses. “It was something the old doctor insisted upon, and was something I intended to change eventually, but the steady influx of new patients since you showed up had constantly pushed that out of mind. I’m sorry, Ms. Reigns.”
Callista smiled and shook her head. She couldn’t be mad at the wolf; It was the previous doctor’s odd way of going about things that had set these events into motion. She just had to see to it that all those loose ends were tied up.
“It’s fine, Kate. And thank you for bringing that to us, Niri. I don’t even know where to begin understanding Doctor Taylor’s—“
“You keep the good doctor’s name out of your predatory mouths, mangey preds! And you,” Miribel Oniker waved her cane at Callista. Where had she even come from?! “Button up, nobeast wants to see your dirty tits.”
Callista bit her lip, driving one of her protruding fangs down into her lower chin.
“Oh, I don’t know about that…” Niri had whispered lightly to herself.
Kate simply rubbed her forehead with one hand and placed a check mark next to Oniker’s name with the other.
Callista simply exhaled, buttoning up her coat and waved the hateful old mouse into the examinig room, looking at both Kate and Niri, mouthing the words “Kill. Me” before shutting the door.
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