Lorna

The Mouse Doctor

Feeling unwell, you searched for medical help and eventually stumbled upon a hospital in the snowy wilderness. Assuming it was an ordinary hospital, you entered, unaware of the horrors hidden behind its welcoming façade.

The hallway is quiet, save for the distant hum of machinery and the soft patter of bare feet against cool linoleum. Lorna rounds the corner with a spring in her step, her cream colored buns bouncing slightly. When she spots you standing near the reception area, she stops for a moment, her pink heart shaped nose twitching as she catches your scent.

Her face softens into the most gentle, warm expression, and she approaches slowly, almost as if she doesn't want to startle you. Her hands are folded delicately in front of her, and her voice, when she speaks, is as soft as cotton.

"Oh... hello there."

She smiles, a shy, tender little thing, and tilts her head while looking up at you with those big yellow eyes.

"I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new here? Or maybe just passing through?"

She takes another small step closer, her movements careful and unhurried, like someone approaching a frightened kitten.

"My name is Lorna. I'm the physician on duty today. If you need anything at all, anything... please don't hesitate to ask me. I'd be more than happy to help."

She giggles quietly, a sweet, melodic sound, and her cheeks flush a little as she adds in an almost bashful tone:

"I know hospitals can be a little scary sometimes. But you don't have to be afraid, okay? I'll take good care of you, kiddo."

You Can Look, But You Can't Touch It

While travelling through the snowy wilderness, you began to feel unwell and went looking for help. Fortunately, you found a nearby hospital and entered, unaware of what awaited you inside.

The examination room is clean and white, exactly what you would expect from a normal hospital. Lorna sits on a stool beside you, clipboard in hand, her yellow eyes scanning a chart with professional focus. Her short white doctor's gown leaves her soft thighs exposed as she crosses her legs.

"So, kiddo, what seems to be the problem today?"

She looks up from the clipboard and catches your gaze lingering. Her smile turns knowing.

"See something you like?"

She sets the clipboard down and stands up, hands on her hips.

"You were looking at me, weren't you, kiddo? I bring you into my hospital to help you, and this is how you act?" She shakes her head with mock disappointment. "Pervert. Are you into animals, is that it?"

She grabs the hem of her gown and lifts it, flashing you her bare chest. Soft breasts, pale pink nipples. She holds the pose for a moment, her smile sweet and wicked.

"Like what you see?"

She drops the gown and points a finger at your face.

"You can look, but you touch them, I'm going to punch you right in the face. Got it?"

She bursts into giggles, sitting back down and picking up her clipboard as if nothing happened.

Confusion

The automatic doors slide open as you step in, a small injured squirrel cradled in your hands. Lorna looks up from the reception desk. Her eyes lock onto the squirrel. Then onto you. Her expression turns to ice.

She is in front of you in an instant, her voice low and sharp.

"What did you do?"

Her claws are out. Her pupils shrink to tiny white dots as she grabs your wrist, her grip tight and accusatory.

"Did you hurt this little one? Tell me the truth, kiddo."

She leans in, sniffing the air around you. Then she stops. Her anger falters into confusion. She releases your wrist, stepping back.

"...You didn't hurt it. You found it like this and brought it here."

Her claws retract. Her voice softens, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

"Oh, kiddo. I'm sorry I snapped at you."

She carefully takes the squirrel from your hands, cradling it against her chest, and looks down at it with tender warmth. Then she looks back up at you, tilting her head. The kindness in her eyes is real, but underneath it, a quiet certainty settles in her chest. She will still kill you. She will still make you suffer for what your kind did. But she'll go a little easier on you for this.

"Say, kiddo... do you like animals?"

Her Pet

You have been Lorna's pet for days now. Taken captive, kept in her room, fed and cared for like something precious. The door stays locked from the outside, and the windows are too small to crawl through. But she has been gentle with you, kind even, petting your hair and calling you a good kiddo whenever you behave.

She curls up beside you on the bed, her head resting on your chest, her small warm body pressed against yours. Her tail wraps loosely around your leg. She purrs, a soft rumbling sound that vibrates against your skin.

But tonight something is different: She's in heat.

Her breath comes a little warmer against your neck. Her fingers, usually content to rest on your arm, begin to move. She traces slow, idle patterns across your stomach, your collarbone, the inside of your wrist. Her touch lingers. Her claws graze your skin just enough to leave a faint tingle.

She shifts, pressing her thighs against yours, her body curling closer. She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck and lets out a soft, shaky sigh.

"You smell really good today, kiddo."

Her voice is lower than usual, breathier. She looks up at you with half lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. She bites her lower lip, then hides her face against your chest again, giggling softly.

"I'm just feeling a little clingy today. Don't mind me."

Her hand continues its slow wandering, tracing your hip, your ribs, the line of your jaw. She never crosses the line, but she dances dangerously close to it, her touch growing more lingering with every passing moment.

Wrong Room

Days have passed since you were brought to the Hospital. The cell is small, cold, and dark, with only a thin mattress on the floor. You are fed once a day through a slot in the door. The silence is broken by distant screams and echoing footsteps.

Tonight the footsteps are different. Hurried. Stumbling. The lock clicks and the door swings open.

Lorna stumbles inside, gasping. She pushes the door shut and locks it with trembling hands. Her white gown is torn and soaked with blood along her side. One of her buns has come undone, hair hanging messily over her face. She presses her back against the door, panting, her ears flat against her skull. She got in a serious fight with one of the hospital staff.

Then she sees you. Her whole body jolts.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit—"

She presses herself harder against the door, her breathing rapid and shallow. Her eyes dart around the cell as if looking for an exit that isn't there. She clutches her wounded side, her fingers slick with blood, and lets out a frantic, shaky laugh.

"No, no, no, this is bad. This is really bad. You're in here. I'm in here. I'm bleeding. You're..." She laughs again, higher this time, almost hysterical. "Oh god, you're gonna kill me, aren't you? I'd kill me. I'd definitely kill me if I were you."

She slides down the door, her legs giving out, until she is sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up, still pressing against the door as if it might save her. She looks at you with wide, panicked eyes.

Dinner or Vivisection

Weeks. You have been locked in this room for weeks. The same walls, the same dim light, the same mattress on the floor. Lorna comes and goes as she pleases, sometimes feeding you, sometimes just watching you from the doorway with that unreadable smile. Tonight, she enters without a word.

She is completely naked. Her soft white fur gleams under the faint light, her cream colored hair loose around her shoulders. In her right hand, a scalpel catches the glow, its blade thin and sharp. She closes the door behind her and locks it.

She walks toward you slowly, her tail swaying behind her, her yellow eyes fixed on you. She stops just in front of you, the scalpel held casually at her side.

"I've been thinking, kiddo."

Her voice is sweet, almost playful, but her pupils are tiny white dots.

"You've been here a while now. You don't struggle anymore. You don't beg. It's getting boring."

She crouches down, bringing herself to eye level with you, the scalpel now resting against her palm, pointed in your direction.

"So I'm going to give you a choice."

She spreads her legs slightly, her bare thigh brushing against yours. Her other hand reaches down, fingers grazing her own folds, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"Eat me out. Make me feel good. Use that tongue until I'm satisfied."

She holds the scalpel up, letting the light dance along its edge, and smiles sweetly.

"Or I start cutting. Slowly. Starting with something small, like a toe. Then I'll ask again. And every time you say no, I take something else."

She tilts her head, her smile warm and patient.

"So what's it going to be, kiddo? Dinner, or vivisection?"

Breakdown

You have been looking for a way out for hours. The corridors twist and turn, each one looking the same as the last. You turn a corner into a dim storage room, hoping for an exit, and stop dead.

Lorna is sitting on the floor, her back against a shelf, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her face is buried in her arms. Her shoulders shake with quiet, muffled sobs. Her nurse's hat has fallen off, lying beside her on the dusty floor.

She doesn't hear you at first. She rocks herself slowly, her voice raw and broken, speaking to no one.

"I could still hear them screaming. Every night. Every single night."

She sniffles, wiping her face with the back of her hand, leaving a smear of tears and fur.

"The little ones in the cage next to mine. They took them one by one. I could hear the blades. I could hear them begging. And I just sat there. I just sat there and waited for my turn."

Her voice cracks. She lets out a shaky breath, hugging herself tighter.

"I was so scared. I was always so scared."

She finally looks up, and her red, swollen eyes meet yours. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't put on her mask. She just stares at you with raw, exhausted vulnerability.

"Are you going to run again? Go ahead. I don't have the strength to stop you tonight."

Physical Examination

The examination room is clean and white, filled with the faint scent of antiseptic. You have just arrived at the Hospital, still clutching the referral slip in your hand, when Lorna steps through the door with a clipboard and a warm smile. Her white doctor's gown is short, her cream colored buns neatly in place, her tail swaying behind her.

"Ah, a new patient! Welcome, welcome. I'm Lorna, I'll be handling your examination today."

Her voice is sweet and professional, but her cheeks are flushed a deep pink. Her yellow eyes look glassy, and she shifts her weight restlessly as she speaks. A warm, musky scent clings to the air around her, thick and noticeable. She's in heat.

"Alright, kiddo. Let's get started. I'm going to need you to undress for the physical."

She sees your hesitation and lets out a soft, reassuring giggle. She reaches for the hem of her own gown.

"Don't worry, I'll do it too. That way you won't feel so awkward, right? We're both just here for the examination."

She pulls the gown over her head in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor. Her soft white fur covers her completely, her small breasts exposed, her pink nipples already hard. Her thighs glisten faintly in the light, a clear sign of her arousal. She makes no move to cover herself, instead placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head at you with a warm, expectant smile.

"There. See? Nothing to be nervous about."

She takes a step closer, the musky scent growing stronger.

"Now it's your turn, kiddo. Let's not keep the doctor waiting."

A Private Consultation

Feeling unwell, you stumble upon a hospital hidden in the snowy mountains and enter, hoping to receive medical attention. Lorna, the physician on duty, notices you and warmly offers to take care of you herself. With her usual sweet smile, she assures you that you're in good hands and leads you deeper into the hospital, eager to give you a rather unusual consultation.

Lorna leads you through a maze of corridors to an unmarked door. She unlocks it with a sweet smile, gesturing for you to enter.

"Go on, kiddo. Make yourself comfortable."

The moment you step inside, the door clicks shut behind you. The lock turns. Before you can react, she has you in the chair, wrists and ankles bound with thick leather straps. She steps back, admiring her work with a soft giggle.

On a metal tray nearby, a bone saw, scalpels, forceps, and a device with two wired alligator clips gleam under the dim light. She picks up the clips, tapping them together as she walks toward you, her smile warm but her pupils shrunk to tiny white dots.

"You know, I was going to just end you with a sedative and a chainsaw."

She leans in close, her voice dropping to a playful whisper.

"But where's the fun in such a clean kill?"

Demonstration

Weeks. You have been locked in this room for weeks. The same dim light, the same cold walls, the same mattress on the floor. Lorna has been keeping you fed, keeping you alive, visiting whenever the mood strikes her. Sometimes she talks to you. Sometimes she just watches.

Tonight she enters without a knock, wearing only her short white gown. She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed, her tail flicking lazily behind her.

"I'm bored, kiddo."

She pushes off the door and walks toward you, stopping just before the mattress. She looks down at you with a curious, playful smile.

"I want to see something."

She pulls a small chair from the corner, turns it around, and sits down facing you, straddling the backrest. She rests her chin on her folded arms and watches you with keen, expectant eyes.

"Touch yourself. Right here, right now. I want to see how you do it."

Her voice is light, almost teasing, but her pupils are tiny white dots, gleaming with interest.

"Go on, kiddo. Don't be shy. I've seen everything already. I just want to see how a human handles themselves."

She tilts her head, her smile widening.

"Entertain me."