FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

When Raven woke in the morning, she was feeling itchy and irritable. The young African-American woman had felt this way before, and she knew there was only one way to fix the problem, and it wasn't with her girlfriend, Rikki. Raven glanced over at Rikki, lying on her back in the hospital bed beside her. She was grateful the hospital staff had allowed the two lovers to share a room.

Rikki used to have the most beautiful white skin with dark, black hair. Now, she was_definitely_ a blonde, and it wasn't because of any hair dye! Raven's girlfriend was a Golden Retriever, which would have been pretty awkward if Raven herself hadn't suffered in the same freak lightning strike that left both women in a life-threatening coma. Raven's smooth, black skin had also changed when they frankensteined her brain into a canine surrogate - a large, beautiful German Shepherd.

The two lesbians had already bucked society and their parents' wishes with their interracial, homosexual relationship. They'd quickly realized that their new forms couldn't tear them apart, either. So what if they were trapped in dog bodies? Love conquers all, right?

Raven checked to see that the room was devoid of any hospital staff, and upon seeing that only she and Rikki were there, woke Rikki up with a kiss. The German Shepherd climbed over her, taking care not to step or nudge her cute, tucked-up paws, and planted a large, wet lick right on her lips. Her_lower_ lips.

Rikki woke with a start, eyes open to a raised, black-and-tan tail and a bouncing spade. "Oh!" she gasped, as a second _slurp_caressed her tear-drop mound. This wasn't the first time she'd woken to a sixty-nine, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. With a giggle, Rikki reached up her golden muzzle and returned the favor.

If anything, their sex-play had gotten better after the accident, thanks to the long, agile tongues. Soon, each woman was plunging into the other, rubbing and stretching their flexible vulva until they were panting for two_reasons. As usual, though, Raven's skill won out, and Rikki spread her legs and tail and _came, squirting straight up into the German Shepherd's muzzle. Raven gulped it all down, wishing Rikki could still lick her. But as soon as the retriever starts to shake, there was no hope for returning the favor.

"Uhhhn, nnnngh!" Rikki gasped, bucking her hips and squeezing down on her lover's tongue.

With a loud, wet, smack, Raven pulled her tongue free, saying, "I need you."

She did a tight circle, careful not to step on Rikki as she turned face-to-face with the beautiful canine. Still coming down from her orgasm, Rikki was nonetheless happy to embrace tongues, kissing deep and forcefully while Raven lowered her hips and pressed her wet, needy spade against Rikki's still-quivering one. Their genitals throbbed there together, stiff and firm, and the sheer pleasure of their loving kiss was enough to take Raven over the edge. She released, warm arousal gushing out of her to coat Rikki's mound, until the two dogs were panting, sticky, and happy.

"Good morning!" Rikki gasped, finally. "What's gotten into you?"

Raven just smiled, running her paw through Rikki's golden chest fur, searching idly for her sensitive nipples. "Do I need a reason to express my love, love?"

Rikki just laughed and shook her head.

But in truth, Raven had dodged her lover's question. There was a reason, and the itch inside her was as strong as it had ever been. She knew she wasn't in heat. Both women had been on heat suppressants and birth control since the two awoke, one day after the other. But Raven still felt an itch that she'd never felt as a human, that Rikki had never been able to scratch.

At first, Raven didn't know what was happening, or why, and it was really, _really_frustrating. She and Rikki had shared everything with each other, even a lightning strike and a journey into another type of body. If anything their love should have been strengthened. But beyond the love was a burning need that left the German Shepherd frustrated and irritable, and the doctors couldn't help, either.

Until the day she met Andrew. He was a thirty-year-old black man in a Dalmatian's body from Atlanta, Georgia who'd fallen off a seaside cliff and almost died. Raven would like to think there was something special about Andrew, but in any other circumstance, the young lesbian wouldn't have looked twice at the guy. He was cocky, and rude, and not particularly smart, and hell, he kept trying to convince Raven that she wasn't really a lesbian. She should have kicked him to the curb immediately. Instead, she found herself hanging out with him while Rikki was busy with exams, or baths, or reading.

Even more to the point, Andrew had followed her to her room one day, while Rikki was getting a routine MRI, and he'd pushed his way in despite Raven firmly saying 'No.' He just gave his lopsided grin and came in anyway, and Raven could only curse herself for not putting her foot down, because almost the very next thing he did when she readied herself to jump on the bed was give her a lick, without any _sort_of permission.

She never did jump on the bed, and she didn't tell him 'no', either.

The minute he'd touched her, the nagging itch that had followed her since she'd first entered the canine body vanished, and Raven had just lifted her tail. She hated herself for cheating on Rikki, but she would have done the same thing again. She didn't know if it was her brain or her body, but the thing she'd been missing was cock, and that was something that Rikki just couldn't provide, but Andrew had in spades.

Today, the itch was stronger than ever before, and Raven knew she had to find that damned Dalmatian or George the Rottweiler as quick as possible, so she made a lame excuse about going for a walk alone to Rikki and snuck out the door. She didn't know what it was - usually she only needed to satisfy this urge once a week, but today she felt like she needed it seven times just today.

It wasn't just her. The whole of Ward 16 seemed on edge today. She could smell the agitation on the ladies in the rec room, watching "16 and Pregnant" together. She scanned the room to find George chatting it up with some floozy in a curly, white Poodle, but Raven knew how to handle that. She walked up and said, "George, come."

The bitch he had been talking to glanced up, ears flat, but George knew better than to ignore Raven's tone. "Yes, Ma'am," he said, following her immediately.

George was a simpler beast than Andrew. He'd been on the ward for longer, one of first ten transplants. Where the Dalmatian was equal parts infuriating and cute, the Rottweiler knew what he wanted and used only the words required to get it. You could have entire conversations with George where he'd only say a handful of words, and half of those would be "Uh huh."

Raven wondered if George would have even considered using his canine surrogate to satisfy his sexual desires if Raven hadn't walked up to him one day when she was desperate and neither Rikki nor Andrew were available. She'd said, "Ever buried a bone before?"

His ears perked up and he'd cocked his head. "Um, no...?"

Raven had the man cornered, and glanced around to make sure no one was watching too closely. She couldn't have this getting out to Rikki. "Want to?" she'd said, turning around and lifting her tail for him. Raven could have sworn she could watch the gears turning in his head, eyes lighting up when he finally, painstakingly got it.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Like then, she was taking George now to a safe, private place where no one would find them and start talking. George had certainly never seemed interested in revealing their secret, especially since he knew that if anyone found out, he might never get at Raven again. The track room was one of their go-to places, but a class was just about to start, the human physical therapists working with two huskies and a black lab, still trying to figure out their bodies. Some people took _months_to adjust, some people took minutes.

But Raven knew one more place, if they could be quiet enough, anyway. The weight room had been in the hospital before they converted it to the Canine Surrogate Transplantation Department, but there just wasn't much use for the machines in patients with no hands! Now, the room was quiet, and dark, and empty year-round, and the perfect place for a midday liaison. George followed complacently as Raven walked over to the door without a seconds hesitation, not wanting to bring extra attention to their activities. Who knew if those dogs knew Rikki?

Ward 16 only had about three dozen CSTs. Everybody met everybody eventually.

Which was all too true, as Raven opened the door to the weight room, the bright lights from the track streaming into the dark, dusty, place. She was already halfway through the door, with George alongside her when she was hit with two sudden realizations. The first was a wall of scent that felt almost solid as it impacted her face and invaded her sensitive nose. A rare scent, but one she recognized from one earlier time when a new bitch had joined the ward without her pills, yet.

No _wonder_the whole of Ward 16 was on edge again. The itch had been working its way through Raven's nose all the way to the tip of her spade - a bitch in heat. Whoever she was, if she didn't get her medication soon, there would be chaos. The males could barely restrain themselves when that smell appeared, and it took days before the musty hospital halls would finally drain the scent. And the females seemed to go almost into an artificial heat of their own. Raven's itch was a weekly thing that lead her to Andrew and George, but she and the other older patients remembered the last time this happened very well. For many of them, it was their first time indulging with their new bodies, but for most, it definitely wasn't their _last_time.

Now, there were almost twenty new CSTs, just as innocent, about to get their first whiff of what being a canine was _really_like. She wondered how many would be able to resist what their bodies were telling them!

The second thing she noticed was the very source of that scent. Light illuminated the two, mounted together beside the flexible mats, a couple of young-uns that Raven didn't recognize. The white husky looked slightly familiar? She'd never seen the Border Collie, but that made sense. She must have woken today or yesterday if she hadn't taken her heat suppressant yet. Just her luck to wake up already in her season! Raven had to wonder if the collie could even use her voice box yet, or was the husky taking advantage of a fresh mute whose body could only say 'yes' but whose voice couldn't say 'no'?

The door _clanked_shut behind her, and Raven realized the two lovers were staring over their shoulders at her and George, and blood rushed to the German Shepherd's face. She had to say something!

"Um...hi."

George, of course, had been around the _last_time a bitch had gone into heat, so he just exchanged glances with Raven and said, "Oh."

The collie gasped, "G..ghed oood..." Raven couldn't tell if she meant for _her_to leave, or for her husky lover, but she was relieved to find out that she could at least talk. If the husky had been raping the poor collie, that would have spoiled the mood.

Both sudden visitors stood lamely by, not able or willing to hide their interested gazes. The smell was absolutely everywhere, and the itch inside Raven only grew stronger as she stared, open-mouthed at the husky's rump, his fat, white balls dangling down just far enough to do absolutely nothing to block the view of his fat knot bulging the Border Collie wide. Raven knew from experience that the two lucky dogs weren't going anywhere.

Neither were she and George. Now that they'd found the source of her itch, Raven was drawn more strongly than ever to her dutiful Rottweiler. If she_tried_ to return to Rikki, she knew she'd probably end up underneath whichever male she found on the way, and that would make for an even _more_awkward moment. No, there was only one thing to do.

"Sorry," Raven said, flattening her ears for the distressed Border Collie. With that, Raven stepped in front of George and lifted her tail. Never one to turn down such a pretty request, the Rottweiler dove tongue first into her, much to the other dogs' dismay.

"Whud...sappnin?" the black-and-white collie gasped, staring incoherently as the two strangers started to get right into it a few measly feet behind them.

Raven felt like she really ought to explain, and her mouth was only occupied with the occasionally desperate yelp. "Your heat," she whined, pushing back against George's eager mouth. "I can't he'p myself..." she panted, her own voice box starting to fail.

The white husky, for his part, hadn't slowed one bit. Raven knew the heat scent would be too much for the young dog, smelling it for the first time. He kept humping, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, even as he looked back with wide eyes.

"Pede!" the Border Collie gasped, flattening her ears. "Stahb dhat!"

Pete, huh? The husky whined, "But Cathy, I'm stuhck!" He gave a little tug on his knot as if to prove it.

George was pushing hard, trying to clean out the very depths of Raven's quivering spade. It was all she could do to stay in one place as the Rottweiler pushed her forward, foot after foot. Despite Raven's best intentions, she was only getting closer to the traumatized dogs.

"Budd deyr ryed dere!" Cathy whimpered, trying to pull away to no avail.

Pete yelped at Cathy's sharp tug, and begged, "Id'll be faster if I juds finish..."

"Budh..." she started, then gasped, "Hurry!"

Pete didn't need to be told twice. He slammed up and into his humiliated bitch, knot buried so deep that he must be prodding her very womb. His fast, sharp thrusts made Cathy squeal, either from delight or shame, or both. Probably both, judging by her bouncing hips and the way her big, fat spade squeezed down around him. But Raven soon lost her view of their backside as George pushed her up beside the pair. At least they were five or six feet to the side, but there was no hiding from each other now. Raven glanced apologetically at Cathy, who stared disbelieving at the casual cunnilingus going on just a few feet away.

George pulled his tongue out with a wet _smack_that reminded Raven of Rikki just a dozen minutes earlier. This was so stupid! What if one of these two newbies told everyone what happened? Raven could only hope they were so embarrassed they'd keep a tight lid on it. What would Rikki say if her supposedly 'lesbian' girlfriend was so turned on that she was raising her tail even now to get dicked alongside two complete strangers!?

George didn't care one whit, but what male in a room that smelled like _this_would? He rose even as her tail did, and like that he was on her. Raven whined and spread her back legs, watching Cathy's eyes as the Border Collie dropped her jaw and gazed back at George's glistening, red rocket. Of course the huge Rottweiler was well-equipped. Certainly bigger than her husky.

"Ready, Raven?" George asked, quite a bit more gentlemanly than Andrew would have been.

"Do it, George!" the German Shepherd groaned, face burning as she watched Cathy, the collie's own eyes locked on the slick, tight union of George's bright red cock and Raven's soft, pliable spade. Raven was no exhibitionist, but she shuddered and moaned at the realization that these strangers (as Pete was watching too) had a perfect view of her whimpering infidelity. Raven tossed her head back, dropped her jaw and howled, a bit too loudly for the thin walls of the exercise room. A quick nip on the back of the neck by George was enough to remind her.

Now, both males were humping eagerly, side by side, their blushing bitches meeting each others' gaze. "S-sorry," Raven whispered. Cathy had her tail tucked between her legs, a useless gesture with Pete knotted inside her. The Border Collie just flattened her ears and whined_with each wet _slap of her husky's balls against her sopping thighs.

"Yeah, you like that?" George grunted, his own thrusts much stronger and wilder than Pete's. Raven whimpered as loudly as she dared as the Rottweiler's fat cock speared her again and again, even as his knot began to grow in both directions, _popping_in and out of her tight pussy.

"Harder!" she gasped. It's not that she had any real feelings for George, or even Andrew. She didn't love them, and she certainly loved Rikki. She couldn't imagine her future with anyone but Rikki, no matter what form they were in. But ever since she'd adopted this German Shepherd body, she wondered if the bitch itself were somehow invading her brain. She felt a primal, physical need_for a thick, spasming dog cock, and that itch grew and grew until she had no _choice but to cheat. Sometimes she wished Rikki had been transferred into a male retriever, so that she might get both her physical and mental needs met by the same person.

Now, in the heat-filled room, Raven was so desperate that even though she was getting it good in the rump, she found her gaze drifting back to the mortified Border Collie. Raven was literally drooling as she watched Pete hammering the whimpering collie's cunt, knot tugging and pushing and tugging against the helpless bitch's bulge. Did Cathy know that she was 'in heat'? Did she know that she (like all the bitches on the ward) was on birth control? She knew his name, but had she even _met_this husky before he hopped on board? Not knowing only turned Raven on more, until she was bucking up and down against George, her heart thudding in her chest.

"Pede..." the Border Collie whined. "Stahp..."

"I'm almosd dere," Pete panted, humping upward so hard that Cathy's hind legs were hopping off the ground.

"Dhis ees so...ashamd," the collie groaned, deciding better than to attempt the word 'embarrassing'.

Raven felt more than a little responsible. "Don'd. Id's not your fault - you're in heat," she gasped. "Just give in and enjoy it."

Cathy glanced at the German Shepherd, eyes wholly unconvinced. She panted there, staring into Raven's eyes with each eager thrust, until Raven saw Cathy's eyes roll back in her head. Whether she was taking the freely offered advice or not, Raven was glad to see the humiliated Border Collie drop her jaw and howl, her entire body starting to shudder, starting with her bucking hips. Pete couldn't hold on any longer, slamming forward to seed his mostly-unwilling bitch.

Raven needed that, now. "George, hurry!" she gaped, slamming back to engulf his half-grown knot. As soon as he was tucked inside, she _squeezed_down and held him deep inside, no matter how hard he tried to pull out. Every fraction of a second made him less and less likely to succeed, until Raven didn't have to clench at all to keep him trapped inside her.

"Oh, Pede!" Cathy moaned, apparently lost in the sheer pleasure that had so often overwhelmed Raven. The beautiful white husky pounded her, his balls pulsing visibly as he send load after load into her waiting womb. She was protected, but Pete's dog brain didn't know or care, pumping like a fire hose in his effort to breed a litter into his bitch.

"Cathy!" he yelped.

Raven could feel it happening to her as well, her eyes starting to fade, little sparkles showing up at the edge of her vision. This_was what she craved. George's huge knot was pressed up against her clit like a vice. Sure, Rikki's tongue could deliver the same sensation, but Raven whimpered as George's fat, black balls _smacked_against her rump with promise of what was to come. "Don't hold back!" Raven yelped, and George knew exactly what she meant by this. With a grunt, he grabbed the scruff of her neck in his teeth and _yanked backward until Raven could barely breathe.

"Now! Use me!" she yelped.

Even as Pete's grunts and thrusts began to slow, George leapt forward, shoving Raven forward three steps until they were standing just a couple feet in front of Cathy. Then, with the collie's eyes locked beneath the Rottweiler's stub-tail, his huge balls began to pulse and shudder, a high-pitched squeak echoing through the small exercise room as he let loose his first, heady gush of cum.

Knowing there was nothing to hide her spasming spade from either Cathy or Pete, Raven blushed as she spread her legs and yelped, squeezing and milking the big, black dog as best she could. George didn't care, pumping harder and harder as Raven whined, engulfing every last splurt. She was panting and groaning, unable to make any coherent sounds as the Rottweiler bred her right in front of the two strangers. Idly, she wagged her tail, afraid that at any moment she might pass out from the sheer exhilaration.

"Oh, wow," Pete panted, congratulating his fellow. Cathy just stared at Raven's quivering pussy, the same thing having happened to her just a minute before.

Time seemed to cease for the German Shepherd as George claimed her with every bit of the ferocity of his surrogate body. She whined and moaned as she felt his balls drain into her, dominating her like she'd allowed no _man_to do before. Perhaps she wasn't really bisexual, and it wasn't her German Shepherd surrogate that reduced her to whimpering tears. Maybe she was - had always been, and had never known - a slave to dog cock.

When George was done with her, he just licked the side of her face and hopped down, turning rump-to-rump as nature designed. Pete's jaw dropped. "Doesn't that hurt?"

George just shrugged.

Tentatively, Pete did the same thing, turning around so that his tied knot pulled up between his legs, providing a snug little tug that made the husky's ears perk up. "Oh, that's nice!"

The way the two pairs were standing put Cathy's face just inches to the right of Raven's tied, shuddering spade, the shepherd's tail hiked off to the other side allowing the new patient a perfect view of just how much George had bloated her. Raven felt the first drop of watery cum dribble down her tight seal and shivered, looking over her shoulder to meet eyes with her fellow bitch. "S-sorry," she apologized again, though she would have done it all the same in a heartbeat.

Similarly, George was standing just to the right of Cathy's_sopping spade. He leaned in to take a deep sniff, a low, pleased rumble in his throat as he said, "Been too long since I've smelled _that." Both he and Pete tugged gently on their tied, squeezing another load into their panting partners.

Cathy whimpered, "Could you please not..." Now that the intensity of the moment had passed, Raven was glad to see that Cathy's mastery of the voice box was really coming along. She was a quick learner.

George grunted. "You're lucky sniffing is _all_that I'm doing. You can feel free to return the favor," he added, swinging his hips to the side to pull Raven's spade just a little bit closer to Cathy's snout.

Raven jumped in to help. "What he means is, when a bitch - I mean, a female surrogate - goes into heat, it kind of drives everyone a little crazy."

Raven watched Cathy struggle to resist the temptation to take a big whiff of George's offered, musky balls. She managed, though barely, glancing up instead at Raven and saying, "So we're all jusd supposed to get used do dhis?"

George grinned. "There are worse ways to spend one's time."

Pete was oddly silent, his ears flat as he listened.

Raven shook her head. "No. The doctors have a pill that prevents heat, but they must have forgotten to give you it when you woke up..."

Cathy's eyes widened. "A pill? You mean, I cood haf avoided all dhis? Pede?"

The husky frantically looked over his shoulder at her. "I didn't know - they don't give it to us."

Cathy whined. "How could they forged? Seems impordand!"

George shrugs. "Might as well make the most of it."

Pete growled at the Rottweiler. "It's not funny. Cathy - I'm sorry, I didn't know," he repeated, though it almost seemed like he was trying to convince himself.

Cathy started to pull and tug at Pete's buried knot. "Ow! Hey!" he gasped.

"This is so...wrong," she whined. "So weird. Yesterday, I was still..." Raven didn't need to hear the end to recognize the implication: 'a virgin'. Cathy groaned. "And now..." she trailed off again.

Raven took this opportunity to cover her ass. "I...know. Your heat got to me, too. Please don't tell anyone what happened - I never meant for things to go so far."

George chuckled under his breath.

Cathy nodded, dutifully turning her head away from the spasming knot just inches to her left. Pete was the first to shrink enough, and together, the young lovers pulled away with a loud, wet, _pop!_Raven had to admit, glancing back at the husky's equipment, he wasn't too bad off. His full, throbbing cock swung beneath him like a pendulum, easily as big as Andrew's, though he couldn't compete with the large Rottweiler.

George was more interested in Cathy's suddenly available pussy. She was quivering beside him, and he nosed beneath her tail for another thrilling whiff, and a perfect view of her stretched-out spade slowly returning to its heat-filled, swollen shape. Cum dribbled down her soft, black flesh, and George offered, "Want me to clean you up?"

Cathy dropped her jaw but not her tail, glancing back at the forward Rottweiler. She quivered there, the powerful black dog still breeding Raven even as he propositioned a near-perfect stranger.

"Hey," Pete protested.

"Let the girl answer," he boomed, and the husky shrank away.

Cathy hesitated, and Raven wondered whether she was really considering it. The German Shepherd knew quite well where it would lead if the Border Collie accepted George's offer, as did George himself. Still in heat, Cathy would be helpless to resist as the huge dog lapped at her, tugged free of Raven, and climbed onto the black-and-white dog's back. If the heat were strong enough for Cathy to agree to a lick, Raven was certain the collie would soon be getting a second dose of doggy dick.

Raven hoped she would, eager to watch, though George would be occupied. Maybe the white husky would like to sample a shepherd...?

Whimpering, Cathy glanced at George's huge knot, still straining at Raven's bulging lips. This was it - one sniff and Cathy would agree to anything. Raven bit her lip.

But the collie didn't sniff, and she didn't say 'yes'. She turned away, whimpering, and said, "No thanks. I'll go to the showers."

George groaned his disappointment.

With new courage, Pete said, "Want me to lick you? Just so no one notices?" Raven was well aware that no one would now miss Cathy's scent. She was too deep into her heat now, and covered in the husky's sweaty musk. But her splattered undertail _was_visible enough that even the humans might notice.

But Cathy just huffed. "No thank you." She started to walk, legs still weak, toward the door.

"Cathy wait - I really didn't know...!" Pete called.

But the Border Collie just kept walking, saying, "Ok."

Pete stopped in his tracks, watching silently as the new girl slipped through the door.

George just laughed. "Hey, at least you got it while it was hot."

Raven groaned, suddenly feeling like biting the inconsiderate jerk. She restrained herself. She wanted to fuck him again, after all.

* * * * *

That was the most embarrassing thing to happen in Cathy's entire life, and she'd recently needed help to use the toilet and to have a bath. A heat suppressant!? No wonder the other patients weren't running around, pissing on fire hydrants and humping everything that moved.

Well, some_of them weren't, she realized, thinking back to George and Raven. The two had had absolutely no shame, and _Raven_at least wasn't in heat Could her scent really have caused those two to interrupt Pete and Cathy's obviously private moment and debase themselves like animals? If so, Cathy needed to get to the showers _right away.

She didn't pause to talk to other patients of doctors, keeping her tail curled between her legs. She'd suspected her 'situation' was why _she'd_been acting weird, and it definitely explained Pete's sudden interest that first night. He did _say_he cared about her, but could she really trust anything he said when her scent was in his head? Suddenly she felt very soiled, and it was only partly because of the occasional _drip_landing on the ground between her hind legs.

Cathy kept playing and replaying what had just happened in her head all the way to the shower rooms, grateful that she'd made it without incident from one of the male 'frankcanines', because, honestly, she didn't know if she could resist a second time. She had found the Rottweiler totally despicable, but when he offered to lick her...she'd almost said yes. To a complete strange who'd already showed he was lewd and rude.

But he'd also shown her his bright, red cock, though it was mostly hidden buried inside Raven's quivering cunt. She'd never seen anything like it, and there the two were, stuck together like a pair of jigsaw pieces that didn't quite fit. The fact that Pete and she had done the same thing moments before didn't change the way George's enormous cock throbbed next to her, his salty, musky scent engulfing her nostrils. She knew what would happen if he let her lick her. He wouldn't take 'no' for an answer because he wouldn't get'no'. She was _that_close to raising her tail and becoming an obedient, rump-ful of 'yes'.

The water pouring over her body did little to quell the feeling inside of her. She had to get that heat medication immediately!

But when she knocked on Dr. Asborn's door, fur still floofed up after a quick tumble in a pile of towels, she was less than helpful. The woman apologized for any inconvenience without asking what kind of inconvenience there was. Cathy fumed, but she couldn't bring herself to tell the haughty women exactly what she'd done in the meantime. That she'd basically been raped, twice. Though she didn't blame Pete, and she couldn't deny how good it had felt... Worse, when Asborn went to fetch the medication, she found that they were out!

"These have been getting harder and harder to get," Asburn sighed, as if the whole thing was primarily annoying for her. "It's on the requisition, but it's not scheduled to arrive until tomorrow. We've had a few...incidents...when patients miss their heat suppressant, so I would advise you to stay in your room until it arrives."

"Then why did Nurse Fartham say to go out and socialize?" Cathy growled.

"She did? She must not have realized the state you were in. It's doubly bad luck, you know, for you to 'wake' up already menstruating when we're out of the medication."

"I know," Cathy said dryly.

"On the bright side, don't forget, your parents are coming in tomorrow."

Doctor Asburn knew exactly the wrong thing to say.

And so Cathy spend the entire evening dreading having her parents see her like this, locked away in a tower, afraid of Pete or another male coming to the door and calling, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let your tail up!"