Zophie's Chec Up

I was afraid I'd have to wait months for an appointment with a doctor, but Mom gets me in to see her gynecologist the next day. I'm nervous as all get out. I've never been a big fan of doctors, and my previous gynecologist didn't have the best bedside manner so to speak. When we pull into the parking lot I can't help but notice how empty it is. "Uh, are they open?"

"They close for half a day on Fridays," Mom explains. "I got Dr. Pounder to see you by explaining the urgent nature of your situation." She pulls up to the door and stops. "Okay, let me know when your done and we'll go grab some lunch."

I stare at her. "You're not coming in with me?"

She gives me one of her Looks. "You really want your mother sitting there while you talk about your sex life with..."

The slamming car door cuts her off as I head inside. It's kinda creepy without people, or Zoes filling the office. I don't see a receptionist or the doctor anywhere. "Hello?" I call out. "Dr. Pounder?"

"Just a minute," someone calls from behind the counter. I walk over to the window to see a Bobcat Demi-human staring at the computer. He looks up at me with a friendly smile. "Stupid thing is slow today. Like it knows we shouldn't be working."

I laugh, nervously, trying to conceal the silent screaming in my head. Mom did this deliberately, making me expose myself to a Beast doctor knowing how uncomfortable I'll be. It's bad enough he's a guy but add in that, and how handsome he is...for a Zoe... I mean if you're into that, which I am not, AT ALL! Still, I am trying to erase my guilt, but he's way too old! Which would mean he's got a lot of experience, and being a gynecologist he would know his way around down there. NO! I am not going to sleep with him, unless he makes a move, but I will refuse to enjoy it no matter what he does to my soft body. I'm so caught up in my internal debate I miss what he's saying. "Pardon?"

"Name of your old doctor so I can request medical records?" He smiles again, all warm and friendly, and I feel my cheeks redden. I tell him. He nods, typing it in. "Okay, let's get this filled out... Full Name?"

"Zophelia Nita Cummings," I smile while playing with my hair. Stop it! We're not doing this!

He gives me a weird look, "Uh, I'm sorry. Did you say Zo-feel-ya?"

"Yeah," I nod. "It's a combination of my Grandmas' names. Zoey, and Ophelia. Everyone just calls me Zophie though." I shrug. It's an unusual name I know, but I've gotten used to it. Doctor Pounder seems to find it very amusing for some reason, shaking his head and chuckling while he types. We get through the questions in no time at all. Then he does a quick check of my vitals (Heart rate is a little fast? Wonder why?!?) before telling me to head to room 3 and put on an examination gown. I hit the bathroom just to be safe and try to calm myself before he gets in there.

"Okay, Zophelia," he smiles. I don't know why he's being so formal with me. I tell him to just call me Zophie, and blush while doing it dammit! "Okay...Zophie. I'm going to check your breasts. Just relax, I'll be done in a minute." This close he has a wonderful, musky smell that I can't get enough of. I nod, jumping a little as his gloved hand slides under the paper gown. I bite back a moan when his fingers brush across my stiff nipples. Traitorous body! We are not banging him! "All right, everything appears to be normal. Any pain? Discomfort? Questions?"

"Nope," I gasp, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. "I can't think of anything." (Except you rutting me eight ways from Sunday on this examination table until I... STOP IT!) "Uh, Nope. Nothing comes to mind."

"Okay, assume the position then." I stare at him in shock for a second. Are we really gonna... Then he pats the stirrups and I try to hide my disappointment. RELIEF! My Relief! I stare at the ceiling, trying to imagine myself in my happy place. A beautiful beach, with a stack of books, listening to my favorite music while Doctor Pounder massages lotion into my back...!! I startle Doctor Pounder with a loud yelp. "You okay, Zophie? Did that hurt?"

"Uh," I try to think of something, "Just... cold. Whooo! Why are the instruments always so cold for these things?" I laugh nervously. He joins in.

"Sorry, just a hazard of the trade," he chuckles. I laugh way to loud. He's got a gentle touch as he examines me. Why is it so hot in here? Seriously, I'm starting to sweat while his fingers explore my soft, wet... Quit It! "So, Couple of questions. Your Mom said you had recently become sexually active. How long ago was that?"

"What time is it now?" I snort. He gives me a pity laugh. "Uh," I cough, "Night before last was my first time. I don't think it will bee-eeeeeHHH the last!" (He put a finger in my butt! A Finger! Why would you do that? Who would want you to?)

"Did you use protection?" He asks in a voice that reminds me of my Dad's Stern Talking tone. I admit we didn't. He gets up, pulls something from a cabinet, and hands it to me. "Drink. It's a Morning After Tincture that will take care of anything he may have given you." I drink, and it tastes just like the smoothies Mom has been given me for two weeks now! He hands me another one. "This is a birth control tincture, just a generic for now, but it'll work better than the ones your Mother's been giving you. The Apothecary will make one designed just for you that will be even more effective." He takes the empties from me and chucks them in the trash. "One bottle will last you an entire week. Of course, if you want something even more hands off I can give you a colophon? They usually fade in about six months. Or a fetish?"

"Like feet?" I give him a perplexed look.

"Like an amulet or bracelet," he laughs. "Put it on when you need it."

"I'll take the tinctures."

He nods, then finishes my exam. "Okay, you can sit up now. Everything looks fine. You are a perfectly healthy young lady. I'll call in your prescription, and we'll finish up."

"Uhm, if you need a co-pay, I don't have any money on me," I feel my cheeks flush.

"Don't worry about it," he smiles. "Your Mom will handle it. Unless you want to take on the co-pay yourself?"

I take a deep breath. A small voice in my head is screaming for me to stop, but I ignore it. I have to see if I can do this. I have to see it through. "Well," I lay back on the table, "I mean, I'm already naked, and nobody's here but us..." I peel off the paper gown, slide my feet back into the stirrups, and give him my sexiest look.

He gives me a stern look. "I could lose my license if people knew I slept with my patients." He starts stripping, revealing a tight, compact, muscular body under his lab coat and suit. I can't help but stare at his penis. Apparently different types of Beastm-...Zoe have different penises. The Doctor's is about the same length as Wayne's (when he was transformed) but with a pointed, spine covered head. "So, keep this to yourself, okay?" I nod as he takes his place between my legs again. No gloves this time so I feel his rough pads against my velvety folds, drawing a long moan from my core. His coarse tongue flicks against my clit, making me gasp. I arch my back, crumpling the stiff paper in my fists while he uses his fingers and mouth to drive me wild. I have a boyfriend who loves me, part of me yells. He wants me to do this, another part snaps back. Then the debate gets washed away by the blissful explosion between my legs. It is way more intense than anything I felt the other night with Wayne, making my whole body quiver and inhuman sounds dribble from my lips. I've barely started coming down from it when Doctor Pounder slides his penis into my wet sex.

"If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, Zophie, let me know and I'll stop." I can't form coherent sentences right now, so I answer by pulling him down to shove my tongue down his throat. Any doubts, or fears are lost in the rush of primal lust burning through my soul. I want... No, need the good doctor's cock in my aching pussy. It feels so right, so good as he thrusts hard into me, making me gasp, and curse with every stroke. The spines rub my walls, hitting places no one else has and driving me crazy. He breaks the kiss to assault my steel hard nipples with his rough tongue and sharp teeth. I beg him to cum in me, to breed me and make me his bitch. He responds my fucking me harder, making the table shake with his intense rutting. Another orgasm explodes through my brain, making my pussy clench around him, milking his cock to the point of no return. His screeching yowl mixing with my screams of ecstasy echo through the building. I'm so glad we're alone, as I'm sure people in the parking lot would have heard us.

We lay there for a few minutes, kissing, and exploring each other until he slides off the table. He pulls my feet out of the stirrups, rolls me over onto my stomach and enters me from behind. I give myself over completely to him, reveling in the feel of his wiry fur against my bare skin while his turgid cock claims my willing hole once more. I push back, meeting his thrusts with a primal fierceness. He grips my waist, grimacing while his dick twitches, filling me with another load. He keeps it in me, reaching around to finish me with dexterous fingers before falling back against the counter. I slide to the floor, legs little more than jelly at this point. We stare at each other, smiling. I push sweat slick hair out of my face while crawling towards him. I kneel, taking his soft prick in my mouth, tasting his seed and my juices mixed together and loving it. The Zophie I was is gone in this moment, replaced by the Zophie in my dreams and I don't know whether to celebrate or mourn this revelation. As Doctor Pounder's cock stiffens in my mouth I push the thoughts away. I'll have time to reflect on this later. Now, I want him, and all the things he's willing to do to me.

It's two hours later when I walk on wobbly legs out to Mom's van. Lunch is out of the question, so we grab an early dinner. She doesn't say a word until after we've ordered. "So, I'm guessing you took care of the co-pay then?" She flashes a wicked grin while my cheeks and ears go fire hydrant red. "Or did you feel the need to test out your birth control? Which is it?" I stammer for a few seconds looking for an excuse. She fixes me with one of her patented stares. Ten years apart and they still work on me.

"I..." Forget it. I can't lie to her. "He's hot," I mumble. I wait for her to say something about responsibility, or casual sex or something parent related. Instead she just smiles. "What?"

"You're old enough to make these decisions on your own," she laughs. "And he is hot." We both smile. "I just don't want you to feel like you should hide it from me. I want you to explore. That's what being young is for!" She leans in to whisper, "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your experiments, or dalliances. Not Kevin. Not the boys. Especially not that boyfriend of yours."

I smile, "Thanks Mom." Not that I care, but I appreciate her letting me tell Wayne myself, you know? I can't wait to see what he turns into!