Ure
In the land of Ure "[YOOR]" Vulgaris thought about how he'd ended up in the psych ward. It was very frightening. He'd never been in such a place with so many lunatics. The squirrel had been placed in the same living arrangements as clinically insane individuals and he didn't feel like he was insane. Allowing people to bite you didn't seem like reason enough to land you in an insane asylum. Even if the bite marks were pretty intense.
It was an odd fascination of his. The feeling of being bitten was one he couldn't describe. The feeling of his flesh being pressed upon by teeth. He enjoyed being bitten by females, he couldn't imagine being bitten by a man. It just wouldn't be the same. I mean other than this fascination he was pretty much normal. As much as normal goes for anyone these days.
"So you enjoy biting huh?"
Vulgaris looked up traumatized eyes full of horror at this seemingly sane woman starting a conversation with him.
Fuck. It was his psychiatrist.
"Vulgaris you do realize that these could easily get infected? Some of these bites are pretty deep? You don't feel like that's cause for concern?" The doctor started. She was a mouse tall in stature but quite thin.
"I didn't realize how bad it'd gotten?"
"Well you have a very forward suitor who keeps trying their best to pay your way out of here? Is there something you want to tell us?"
Vulgaris skin flashed red. What he wouldn't give for another bite. Anyone. It could even be this doctor. She was pretty attractive. Outside that was Glaber, and she was a REALLY good biter. It must be because she was blind he didn't know.
"We're going to have to keep you in here until we see sure signs of improvement. Your mental state is not safe to yourself or others Vulgaris. That woman outside is very adamant about getting you out of here? Do you feel that is a safe environment for you? Does she even care about your physical health?"
The doctor wouldn't shut up. Just bringing up the outside world was getting Vulgaris very hot and bothered. It wasn't that he didn't care about his body. He just couldn't help this sensation that he felt every time he felt a small nibble.
"Vulgaris you're rocking a full hard-on. Please gather yourself, we only want the best for you. All these thoughts are only erotic delusions. It's nothing you can't break the cycle of."
"I-I want to see her..." Vulgaris stuttered eyes looking towards the ground in complete embarassment.
"Ugh, ok, just between me and you I'm not the one who let her in. She paid me some hush money so just shut the fuck up" The doctor rolled her eyes and opened the room door to Glaber standing right at the door.
"Thank you doctor. I think we'll just be a few minutes..."
"You've got 15 minutes you two, then I've got to leave for lunch."
Glaber sat down in the chair in front of Vulgaris and stared at his awkward erection.
"We're in too deep Vulgaris! They fucking know!"
"T-t-t-they don't know anything..."
"Imagine if they REALLY found out what the fuck your into...I don't even know how many partners you have you freak!"
"Glaber!" Vulgaris was getting hornier being cornered like this.
"People are looking for you!!! I met some girl outside who literally was picking the gate trying to get you out...You fucked up Vulgaris!!! These girls are not normal because of you! You fucked them up!"
"I know I know I know"
"They weren't even into that stuff before you! They were normal!"
"I know I know I know I know"
"Even I'm itching for a bite. And I'm your best friend!"
"I know I know I know"
"Vulgaris...you haven't gotten involved with anyone dangerous have you?"
"I don't know Glaber...to me they're just girls..."
"Uhmmm...girls that are into digging into flesh?"
The doctor walked in. And motioned for Glaber to leave. She palmed her face and gave a final glance at Vulgaris. Vulgaris stared at the ground intensely and breathed heavily. His breaths became more and more forced as Glaber and the doctor left.
How did he end up in this insane asylum he didn't know.