My Mate Next-Door

5: Worst Day at the Office

Cocoa dreaded the office work days as so many coworkers would come and pet her. Which sometimes is good, but most of the times it was bad. It was a bunch of people who probably never had a dog in their entire life. One man even put his head in my mouth!

It wasn't too bad today, but unfortunately, it was the first checkup day by Dr. Brooke. Quinton walked her down to the laboratory and had her hop up onto the metal table. Sitting down in a chair nearby, they waited for her to show up.

"Hello, Cocoa! Hello Mr. Jones. Is she responding well to the training? And how is it going on the breeding?" She asked him pen on paper to write down his responses.

"Pretty good on both fronts, although it seems like she loses her speed quite a bit while strapped with auto turrets. I have spoken with the weapons department, and they're working on lightening them severely." He responded, watching her write it all down quickly.

"Well, after my examination, I will need a video report and visual study of your sexual relations with Cocoa. That is if I don't find her already pregnant." Dr. Brooke stated that matter of factly trying not to make an awkward situation even more so. Quinton nodded, knowing this would come up eventually. Dr. Brooke examined every inch of her and wrote down her findings. "I see you submitted an incident report, but I can't find any scarring. Was it a minor wound?" Quinton nodded, trying to gear himself up for having sex with his wolf companion, in front of his coworker, on camera. Dr. Brooke took out the ultrasound wand and scanned around, looking for any signs of pups.
"Unfortunately, I don't see any pups in her, so we may proceed with the recorded study." She said, wiping the gel off and helping Cocoa get down. She set up the camera and sat in a chair next to it. "Feel free to do whatever it is you normally do. I'm not here to mess up your progress. simply here to report visually and on paper. If there's anything you think I should know at any point, just say it as you think it." Quinton nodded as he stripped down embarrassed of the situation already.

He stroked himself to get hard and saw Cocoa already in position in front of him. "Good girl, Cocoa." He said as he inserted himself in. Quinton started going to town on Cocoa and again found her getting tighter and tighter. Dr. Brooke's pen writing noises, and the wet sloshing was all you could hear until Quinton came. He moaned out loudly out as he filled her up, and soon he had no more left to give. Then he stood there waiting.

"Was that multiple? And are you stuck? You can get out of her eventually, right?" Dr. Brooke questioned. "Once I cum I don't stop cumming until I have no more cum to give. And she gets tighter as soon as we start until I cum and then I gotta wait for her to release me. I don't think it's a voluntary thing, though, as at times she seems like she wants to go as soon as we're done." Quinton explained to her. Dr. Brooke got up and asses them interlocked. She gloves up a hand and tries to stick a finger inside but is unable to. She waits a minute and tries again. This time, she was able to, but this only trapped the both of them for a minute. Once it went down some more, she managed to pull her finger out with some considerable force. Cocoa's fluids were sticky like a glue. Dr. Brooke found out by sticking her gloved fingers together. Dr. Brooke took a sample and then stopped the recording as Quinton got dressed.

"Well, this is certainly a lot of data to process. I'll let you two get back to work. " Dr. Brooke said as she walked them out of the laboratory floor.

Quinton and Cocoa walked up the stairs to their floor and sat at their desk. Lots of coworkers were across the ways at a desk watching a video at someone's desk. A few looked horrified, and some looked a bit uncomfortable. The rest were laughing. Quinton walked over, only to be horrified by what they were watching. The video of him fucking Cocoa was available to all of his coworkers on the shared company data storage. He was mortified. He scrambled to his desk and ran to the elevator with Cocoa.

As soon as he got to his car, he started to sob. He felt so humiliated and confused. "God everyone has seen me and you fucking Cocoa! All our coworkers! How am I supposed to go back to work in the office with that on everyone's minds?!" She licked his tears away, feeling sad for him. It wasn't his fault. He had a job to do and if she could shift, he would know that he's OK for doing his job as she had consented every time. Yet, she couldn't shift, so she couldn't tell him anything. She was genuinely starting to care for Quinton, and she could see a future between them. Her pack would surely take them back once she Bond Mated with him. They could live together as a normal couple and be happy and raise their children like normal werewolves do. They wouldn't have to worry about his boss or money. The pack would take care of them.

Alas, all she could do was lay her head on his lap and comfort him. Quinton wiped his face and started up his vehicle. "Thanks, Cocoa. You're such a good girl. I can't believe they wanna train you and our pups for warfare. It's just so hard to imagine you out in a battlefield when you're this sweet to me." He reasoned. When they got home, Quinton spotted Damien looking through his windows. Quinton contemplated moving away, but he liked his home and didn't want to move any time soon. Although Damien was making that a tough choice by stalking him and Cocoa.

"Sorry, I was trying to see if you were home! Obviously not! Haha! I was coming to invite you to a barbecue! You can bring... Cocoa. If not, that's fine too. Got lots of little ones anyway." Damien said as Quinton got out, leaving Cocoa in the car as she slept.

"Maybe in a couple of months when it gets warmer! Like May or April? Let me see." Quinton checks his phone calander, "How about May 4th? I normally have it off to watch Star Wars movies, but I wouldn't mind hanging out with you over some yummy food!" Quinton asked a bit perplexed at the strange offer. Especially since he didn't say it was mandatory to bring Cocoa. Damien looked like he was punched in the face.

"So far away? Do you really work that often? Nothing... sooner?" Damien asked, wanting his mate sooner rather than later. Quinton shook his head, and Damien nodded. "Alright then. See you May 4th Quinton." He said as he walked back home.

Quinton woke up Cocoa and walked her inside. Cocoa caught wind of her mate again and thought maybe this was the process of bond mating to someone. She tried to remember what her mom taught her but soon realized she had no idea of what her mom looked like, or herself or anyone she knew. She whimpered aloud, crying tears for the lost memories of her family. Quinton noticed her tears and sadness and quickly stroked her fur as she layed down on his lap. "It's OK. I'm here, Cocoa. It's gonna be OK. Don't cry. It's OK." He soothed her. She cried harder as she soon realized that she couldn't even remember her own name. Quinton pulled out his phone and texted his old vet buddy for a prescription of antidepressants for a wolf. He went back to trying to comfort her and kissed her forehead many, many times, and soon she stopped crying. Realizing that Quinton cared for her and that even in this shitty situation she was in, maybe, just maybe, she was loved? And maybe, just maybe, she was starting to love him as well?