House Call [Patron Reward]
Rahka gets a cure for what ails them.
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House Call
Written by Limewah
Patreon Reward for Rahka - December 2021
Rahka felt incredibly self conscious about their sniffling. Each time they did so it was rather violent, with the intensity of a backfiring car. Just when they felt like they would be able to nod off for a little much-needed sleep, an involuntary sniff would jolt them right back to painful consciousness. It did little to help the intense congestion anyway. Even antihistamines and tissues were only doing so much to stem the tide. That, coupled with the burning heat and the aches, were making the teal-furred panther feel absolutely miserable. They were bed-ridden; just crawling out of bed to use the bathroom or refill their water bottle was an exhausting ordeal. They took some small solace in the fact that this was likely to be the worst part of it, and they'd be hale and hearty in a day or two.
There was a knock at the door; a polite, delicate series of raps. It was odd that the visitor didn't use the doorbell, but that buzzing noise would have been far more unpleasant. Rahka listened out for the footsteps of his housemate, assuming they would be coming to answer the door. Nothing at all. Had they stepped out at some point with Rahka too delirious to notice?
The knocking returned. After another long pause, at almost the exact same interval, they knocked again. It was becoming more and more apparent that Rahka was going to have to answer the door.
Their journey was a slow one, their feline feet barely clearing the floor. It took several more rounds of knocking before they finally arrived at the door and opened it.
When they saw who awaited them, Rahka wondered if they were in the middle of some fever dream.
Standing on the other side of the doorway was a cream coloured rabbit with hazel eyes, dressed in a shiny golden nurse's outfit- the sort of nurse's outfit you'd get from a costume shop, with a little hat to match. The rabbit looked as though she had been poured into the outfit as well, almost grotesquely curvaceous. The longer Rahka stared at her, the more they noticed a strange, shiny texture to the rabbit's fur, and her outfit. She seemed to be made of rubber, or latex, like a fancy balloon.
Even though the face was smooth and had no real definition to it, the painted-on smile shifted into a worried frown.
"Oh, you poor poor thing!" She said, her voice a sympathetic lilt. "You didn't have to get out of bed just for me, did you? I thought someone else would let me in..."
"Uh.... It's okay," Rahka said, slowly blinking and stifling another sneeze. "Uh... can I help you?"
"Of course I can!" The bunny bounced on the spot, clasping her gloved hands together with a squeak and letting one of her legs lift off the floor behind her. "I'm making a house call for you, darling!"
"Uh, I didn't order one of those..." Rahka said, cautiously keeping a paw on the door; not to slam it, just to politely close it.
"Your roommate did!" The nurse said. "Don't worry about payment or anything like that, it's all covered! Nurse Penny Penthotal at your service!"
"H-hi." Rahka managed a weak, confused smile. "Uh, I think I'm okay. But thank you for-"
"Nonsense!" The rabbit invited herself inside, lugging a large shoulder bag in with her. It seemed heavy, and Rahka could see it digging into and distending the rubbery nurse's shoulder. They would have offered help, if she wasn't already backing them towards their room.
"Back to bed, back to bed!" Nurse Penny ordered, not unkindly. Rahka felt their head start to swim from the pace, and found themself swooning into the rubber rabbit's arms. Even with one hand, she was able to keep them aloft effortlessly, bringing them back to their bed and tucking them right in.
"Now then!" Penny lugged the bag up onto Rahka's bedside table, sweeping aside their lamp and their alarm clock to make more room for it. "Let's see what we can start with... have you been staying hydrated?"
"Y-yeah," Rahka said, trying to get themself comfortable under their sweaty sheets. They didn't feel very relaxed by this strange presence, trying to remind themself that they were probably just having a dream.
"And what have you been drinking?"
"Oh, just water."
"Oooh, that's not good enough." The rabbit was squeakily rifling through her bag, her arm going way further into the bag than should have been possible. "You need some electrolytes dear, replace all those sugars and salts you've been sweating out!"
She was probably right. But why was she pulling out a large bottle with a rubber nipple on the tip? It was already full of orange fluid. Before Rahka could ask what the drink was, or why it looked like a big baby bottle, that tip was thrust past their lips, and tangy sweet liquid poured down their throat as they unconsciously and automatically suckled away. After two or three gulps they managed to yank their lips free.
"I can drink it myself," they said politely, wiping their mouth as they sat up in bed.
"Only if you're sure, darling!" Penny handed him the bottle before going back to rifling through her bag. Rahka, meanwhile, unscrewed the cap and took a long, deep gulp from the wide brim of the bottle. It was refreshing, and energising. It tasted like a sports drink, and it was ice-cold, going some way towards slaking their thirst. They could even feel their head cooling and the headache lessening, as though a valve had been turned to let the pressure out. As they downed the rest of the bottle, Rahka closed their eyes and let the pure cool relief pour from their head, down their spine, to their extremities. The bed felt far more comfortable now than before.
As soon as the bottle was empty and they put it aside with a satisfied gasp, Rahka had to remind themself of the sheer uncanniness of the situation, staring back into the smiling sheen of the rabbit nurse's face. The smile was an expectant one, as well. They held a large cylindrical tank and a translucent plastic face-mask in their hands.
"Uh... what're those for?" Rahka asked.
"Oh, these little things? Heehee~" the tank clanked as she placed it down on Rahka's floor. "It's a breathing machine! You're congested after all! This will help you, just wait!"
"That looks like a gas mask to me..." Rahka wasn't exactly protesting but their confusion had returned. "I-I don't think I need to be sedated."
"Sedated? Oh no, this isn't an anaesthetic! I promise this is going to make you right as rain, or my name isn't Penny Pentothal!" She punctuated that last bit by pointing her thumb against her bouncy rubbery chest.
Pentothal... had Rahka heard that term before? From one of their acquaintances who was a surgeon, maybe. Either way, it raised their hackles and made them feel distinctly uncomfortable again.
"Now, then..." she brought the mask towards Rahka's face, turning a crank on the cylinder as it began to hiss. "Let me just slip this on, and..."
"Wait a second, can we just-" too late. The mask pressed tightly to the panther's muzzle, the suction holding it in place as the nurse strapped it tightly to their face. The nurse's squeaky paw gripped Rahka's head a lot more tightly than they would have liked, but the throbbing pain in their head did not last very long.
The clear tubing turned bubblegum pink as the gas flowed from the canister into Rahka's nose and mouth. The scent and the taste of the gas was similarly sugary. Surprisingly so. It paired nicely with the leftover tang from that delicious drink.
Rahka let out a confused but pleasured groan, swallowing more of the flowing chemicals in the process. It bloomed down their throat and into their lungs, expanding and floating and swirling into every nook and cranny. They could feel that sugary sweetness settling inside them, and as more gas pumped in and absorbed itself into their bloodstream, they felt a tickle in their throat and chest, not unlike the tickle they got from a nice long laugh. In fact, they were laughing, unable to stop themself from giggling with woozy glee. The sugary pleasure overpowered their headache, and turned the uncomfortable warmth into a far more pleasing one; less of a furnace burning them alive, more of a nice warm oven keeping them cosy and toasty like a just-baked cookie.
Their vision began to swim too, taking on a warm, sugary pink tint. They cooed, pleasantly dazed and confused, and listened to the soft creak and squeak of the nurse adjusting herself on their bed. Nurse Pentothal pressed her rubbery thighs against either side of Rahka's torso.
"Good patient~" She cooed. "Just breathe in your medicine, niiiice deep breaths. You can tell it's good for you, it tastes and feels so nice, so it must be good for you. It'll help you sleep all that icky sickness away...."
One of the rubbery rabbit's paws was clenched tightly. As it unclenched, something glimmered before Rahka's vision. A small pendulum dangled just above, and Rahka's eyes were cast up ever so slightly, magnetised to it. The pendant was a golden staff surrounded and coiled by two bright pink snakes with pretty gemstone eyes. Those eyes seemed to ripple and shine in the pink tinted room. As the staff and the snake began to tilt and sway, Rahka saw no reason why they shouldn't follow it, back and forth, side to side, taking deeper breaths as they followed the lazy dangle and sway.
"Hypnosis is an excellent painkiller~" Nurse Pentothal crooned. "You can already feel all that nasty tension fading away, and you can feel yourself siiiinking into that sooooft sooooft bed, can't you? You poor little kitty, you've had so much trouble sleeping on your own. Isn't it lucky for you that you have your nurse to take care of you, to help you get that deep, deeeeep sleep you so desperately need~"
"Hahhh," Rahka agreed with a deep exhale, the pink smoke swirling around their mouth and nose before it slid right back into take up all the space inside them. The panther's eyes had turned the same pink sheen as the gas, and the eyes of the little gemstone snake-eyes. Their head was rocking back and forth on their pillow, and the rest of them sank into the bed like they were in quicksand.
"If you keep doing as I say, following the shiny little trinket... breathing so deeply... relaxing... you'll feel so, so good. So much healthier. If you do exactly as I say from now on, you'll beat this nasty little bug, and maybe you'll never ever be sick again... wouldn't that be nice, my dear patient~?"
The rabbit nurse rocked from side to side as well, grinding and rubbing her thighs into Rahka's abs with slow rubbery creaks. Her body felt strangely warm, but delightfully springy and soft, like a balloon you might have won at a really fancy funfair. If Rahka were able to move, and if they were given permission to, they would want to give her a big hug. But they were too busy breathing deep and following the repetitive, even, soothing swing of the little symbol of medicine. They could trust that pendant, and its holder. She only had their best interest in mind, after all...
"Your eyes are getting so droopy," Nurse Pentothal intoned. Her hips were rocking in counter-time to the pendant - when it swung left, she ground to the right, and vice versa. "You need to keep staring, though. You need to obey. Obedience all day keeps the sickness away."
As she repeated that mantra, slow and even, she pushed more of her airy weight into Rahka's body, pushing and massaging them deeper into the bed.
By the third repetition, Rahka joined in, though their mouth was muffled and stifled as they swallowed more of the hypnotic gas. Rahka yawned, taking even more of the scent and the tingle into their body. It was flowing through their fingers and toes and the tip of their tail. It was so hard to keep their eyes open. They slipped closed for a moment, before tugging back open again to keep following the pendant. It was so hard. Too hard, in fact. The pink darkness consumed their vision as their lids kept covering their eyes... but even then, they needed to wait and obey. Obedience all day keeps the sickness away... Obedience all day keeps the sickness away...
"Sleep, patient. Sleeeeep..."
There was the permission they were waiting for. Rahka slipped into the pink haze, their eyes falling closed, their head lolling to the side as they collapsed right into the bed. The nurse sat atop the panther even then, still squeaking and grinding, keeping them restrained with their shiny soft body. They didn't stir at all, though.
"Look at that," the nurse cooed. "Your temperature's already going down. You're beating this nasty bug already~ just took a few minutes of obedience, and you're well on your way to recovery! Mmmhmmm..."
The squeaky lips brushed against Rahka's ear as she clung to them, cuddling them and siphoning some of that warmth as they removed the mask from their face.
"And once your room-mate... my other patient... gets back, you can show them just how much you've rallied back! And then both of you can get back to your obedience therapy... doing exactly as I say. Obedience all day keeps the sickness away~"
Rahka repeated through smiling, drooling lips, the mantra sinking deeper and deeper into their soft, pink-drunk brain. The more they repeated it, the more true it became.
As long as they obeyed the Nurse, they would never have a sick day ever again. They knew this to be true.
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