"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!
