The were-rabbit dreamed; secured in the arms of Peter Talbot, currently her patient but at this moment a sexual partner. She was feeling satisfied over her bout of rutting with the large and imposing Were-lion currently spooning her. His gentle purring helping her sleep; yet she dreamt.
“Told you,” a familiar voice speaking; “Peter Talbot is something.”
Helen looks up, still being cuddled by Peter; she sees an exact duplicate of herself sitting on one of the chairs that got damaged during her frenzied love making.
“What,” Helen looking confused; “what’s going on?”
“You’re dreaming,” the were-rabbit chuckling; “that is what’s going on.”
“Who are you,” Helen getting up; stunned that Peter has vanished as she confronted her duplicate.
“I’m you Helen,” the were-rabbit chuckling; “I’ve always been you. You just haven’t had a need to speak to me before.”
“I don’t get it,” Helen looking confused; “how can you be me, when I’m me?”
“Your subconscious, animal half,” the other were-rabbit grinning; “call it what you will, the fact remains I’m you, and that bout of sex we had was awesome.”
“I shouldn’t have done it,” Helen looking concerned; “I should have told some one of my heat. Lock myself in one of the hospital’s safe rooms, ride it out.”
“Sorry Helen,” the other were-rabbit placing a paw on Helen; “I wasn’t going to let that happen. We needed Peter, and he needed us.”
“But he is my patient,” Helen looking afraid; “I could lose my job over what I just did.”
“Your both consenting adults,” the other were-rabbit stating; “I don’t see how that is an issue.”
“I’m still on duty,” Helen nearly shouting; “I have other patients to look over.”
“Well,” the other were-rabbit sighing; “our bad. But your sexual urges needed to be addressed.”
“It could have waited,” Helen grumbling; “I should of called Andy, he would of helped. He has friends that could help satisfy those urges.”
“Another one of his warren friends,” the other were-rabbit rolling her eyes; “when that succulent were-lion rod was ready and willing? No thank you.”
“Why are you so cavalier about this,” Helen looking at her duplicate; “why are you not worried about the ramifications?”
“Because you aren’t,” the other were-rabbit smiling; “don’t you get it, I’m you. You’re just talking to yourself. Enjoy the moment Helen,” the duplicate were-rabbit fading; “you’ll have many more to come from Peter.”
*******
Helen wakes up; scared and afraid. The doctor knew she did something wrong. Sexual congress with a patient was a serious infraction and wholly unethical. Yet as she struggled to get free from Peter’s grasp; Helen was surprised at how strong the young were-lion was and how he could effortlessly keep her close to his body. His warm body.
“Sexy body,” Helen swoons as she feels Peter’s paw absently rub her furry abdomen. “Peter,” Helen struggling to move; “wake up Peter, now.”
Peter growls as his peaceful slumber was disturbed; opening his eyes to find the source of the disturbance, Peter sees his doctor contained in his embrace. Being spooned by him.
“So it wasn’t a dream,” Peter smiling; “we actually hooked up.”
“By hooked up you me fucked me silly,” Helen worming her way out of Peter’s grasp; “then yes, we hooked up.”
“Want to go another round,” Peter looking at the lithe were-rabbit getting dressed.
“I have other patients,” Helen looking at the horny were-lion; “and I do need to check up on them.”
“How soon will you check back up on me,” Peter growling seductively; “I could use another… wrestling match.”
Helen pauses; about to make some crass comment to counter Peter’s obvious double entendre, she turns around to look at Peter still laying on the ground staring at her. She sees Peter is getting a good look at her sex; the outlining fur crusted in their respective bodily fluids; seeing his leonine member once again at full mast, Helen inhales deeply as she feels once again a stirring in her loins.
“Perhaps…later; after my shift,” Helen mumbling; “I… I have to go.”
Peter watches as Helen puts on the rest of her clothes; rapidly defuring as a result. Despite having sexual intercourse; Peter could smell Helen was still in heat. He growls happily; knowing Helen will be back, Peter quickly gets up. Despite his wound, Peter ignores the searing pain emanating from the bullet wound in his abdomen still healing.
“I eagerly await your next visit doctor,” Peter smiling.
“I’m sure you do,” Helen looking back at the were-lion; regaining her professional mannerisms despite still in heat. “You still owe my brother an apology for breaking his arm.”
She takes a lingering look at the wrecked furniture in Peter’s hospital room; sighing as she unlocks the door to leave. Turning around to see the same men guarding Peter’s room; she gives them a smug look of satisfaction as she saunters away, still a bit woozy from her mid-morning romp.
“Uncles,” Peter speaking through his door; “could you come in here for a moment?”
“You wanted to speak to us,” one of Leon’s brother speaking.
“I’m sure you heard what went on in here earlier,” Peter speaking; “no use denying it.”
“Chalk it up to physiotherapy,” one uncle smiling.
“Thank you for the discretion,” Peter smiling; “yet our exercise caused some serious damage to the furniture.”
“I’ll let your father know,” the other uncle getting his phone ready; “he’ll make the necessary arraignments to replace it all.”
“Can you also ask him,” Peter feeling his stomach rumbling; “to bring over something to eat? Those exercises made me ravenous.”
“Let me guess,” one uncle smirking; “rabbit?”
“No,” Peter smiling; “I’m getting another helping from the doctor later tonight. I’m sure of it.”
“Well rest up then,” an uncle speaking; “I’m sure the king and queen will be by in a while with some good food.”
Peter grins as he watches his uncles step back outside; turning around to survey the damaged furniture from his and Helen’s bout of passion, Peter’s tail twitches happily as he hopes back into bed. Seeing the broken I.V. tube from his arm, Peter growls as rips it out of him; unconcerned that the I.V stand is on the ground and the saline bag leaking its remaining fluid. He waits restlessly for his mother and father to visit.