How To Fix a Zero Sanity Doctor

A Zero Sanity Christmas Special

The Doctor let out a languid sigh. Who wouldn't in his shoes? After all, in front of him lay stacks and stacks of paperwork, piled up all the way to the ceiling. The task in front of him was herculean. Alas, he could do nothing but move his arm, like a perpetual motion machine. Constantly writing, forever signing, endlessly yearning to do anything else, before moving onto the next pile.

"At least my Sanity bar is high," he muttered to himself as he signed yet another accident incident report. His Operators sure loved to find themselves in all sorts of trouble. Explosions. Fire. Arson. Terrorism. Breaking a few Geneva conventions. Property damage. Tax evasion. And recently, more and more cases of public indecency—granted, he may more may not have a hand in that part.

He stretched his arms, the feeling in his hand slowly returning. Where was his assistant? Did he not notice a scheduling conflict perhaps? Or was she busy with something else? He shrugged his shoulders, quickly resuming his work. Maybe it was for the best considering the mountain of paperwork he had to do. More often than not, he'd find himself getting distracted by his assistants in one way or another instead of being productive.

Though he did miss the presence of someone else in his room.

"Dokutah! Dokutah!" A familiar voice called out from outside his office. He perked up at the sound, his mood instantly brightening.

"Amiya! Come in!" His favorite bunny was here to visit him—a joyous occasion indeed. Hellastic heard his door open, and the soft footsteps of Amiya, signaling her entrance. After finishing up signing a batch of papers for more material goods, he looked up to greet Amiya, only for his breath to be caught in his throat, his gazing upon the most absurd of sights.

His jaw practically dropped to the floor. His pen sure did as his grip slipped, the sight in front of him a blessing. What was Amiya wearing? When he tried to ask such a question, his mouth ended up opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Rhodes Island didn't have any specific dress code, which led to many Operators, especially the more feisty ones hoping for a go at helping him replenish Sanity, to dress a bit more... promiscuously. Any Operator who wore skirts was more than likely going commando. But this was taking things to a whole different level, especially when you compared it to her regular outfit. Amiya was, to put it simply, naked, save for a few thin—and practically see through!—red ribbons tied around her, scarcely covering her most intimate parts.

You didn't have to squint too hard to see the indents of her pussy or nipples. And was that a bit, scratch that, a lot of dampness, on the ribbon barely covering her crotch?

"Merry Christmas Dokutah!" Amiya cheered, skipping to his deskside. She was glowing with happiness, a wide smile on her face as she cuddled up beside him on his office chair. Leather, ergonomic, and one of his rare few luxury's he had, it was just big enough to seat the both of them, albeit tightly.

"Amiya..." He could feel her bare skin press against his jacket, which wasn't doing too much in helping him concentrate or control his urges.

Amiya gave him an innocent look. With a finger pressed against her lip, looking at her face, with her large, upturned eyes, you wouldn't think she was capable of doing something like this.

"What is it, Dokutah? Do you not like your gift?" She tilted her head. "I-It's me, by the way, in case you were wondering."

Hellastic shook his head. In all honesty, he should have seen this coming. Amiya was getting bolder and bolder by the day, her clingy nature more and more apparent, as her outfits grew skimpier and more revealing. Not to mention her reaction to any sort of exhibitionism. Still, it was safe to say that this was a bit of a jump. Maybe even a leap.