Problems of a Distraught Cub - Intro p.5

Story by Dragon_S_Wolf on SoFurry

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#5 of Problems of a Distraught Cub


This is a short part, sorry!

"Well, Kayleb, it seems as though you're a tough nut to crack. I'm sure we can get you to open up though," the doctor says nearly scaring me literally half to death, "my name is Dr. Müllen, but you can call me Seth if you'd like. I hope we can become good friends." I wasn't amused until I saw him for the first time. I swear, in that instant, that I'd do anything for him, he was that hot. I don't think it would fare well, but at this point I didn't care. "Dr. Spyle had told me all about you, and I admit to reading your file. Kind of had to, because, you know, it's my job and all. Dr. Spyle told me you don't really talk about anything. Is there a reason for that?" the doctor was talking to me and I knew I had to say something, anything at all, but I just kept getting lost in those large blue husky eyes of his. "Kayleb? Kayleb, you here?"

"Y-yes doc, I'm here," I say as quietly as I can. I close my muzzle, only now realizing I was panting softly staring at the new doctor. "Sorry, I... I trailed off."

Problems of a Distraught Cub - Intro p.6

"I'm glad you were able to make it on such short notice. I'm surprised twice, actually. The first is that you seem to be the perfect species match, and the second is that you were the only one to sign up for this. I'm glad you did though. Your species...

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Problems of a Distraught Cub - Intro p.4

"Yo Kayleb, you coming in or what? We've gotta get started. Take a few hits of this, and drink this. You'll feel really good soon and you'll be more willing to do this god damn film. You have to do it quick too, or I'll know you'll puss out," the snow...

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Problems of a Distraught Cub - Intro p.3

I simply sat there thinking. With the drugs it was hard to concentrate and think, but I was. That's all I ever do anymore, is think. About what I can't really say. Maybe about how the hell I'm going to get out of this place. Maybe about what I had done...

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