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>You and your wolfur sit on the ground leaning against a wall, her arms hugging you tightly against her chest

>"SORRY-SORRY-SORRY-SORRY" She repeats, words sometimes devolving into anguished sobs

>Her apologies do little to dull the pain coming from the left side of your face

>Aside from the pain there was also a warmth trickling down your neck, it must still be bleeding

>When she's run out of different ways to say sorry she loosens the hug to talk to you face to face

>The fur around her eyes is soaked with tears, and she visibly cringes when her eyes briefly glance towards your cheek

>"Anon, I didn't mean to do it, you have to believe me!" She desperately implores. "It's just-I-we're-we're a mated pair anon. Bonded for life. You know how much that matters to me, right?"

>You gently shake your head in an affirmative

>She's suddenly devoid of remorse, her teeth bared and words almost snarled

>"Then you know how I must have felt when you came home smelling like some other woman. The scent of a foreign canine on your skin, her blond fur on your shirt, and you tried to act like nothing was wrong!"

>But then her ears droop and eyes moisten with fresh tears

>"I should have believed you when you said your shirt got torn at work and a friend offered you a spare. I should have believed you."

>Her voice cracks

>"B-but I was just so mad Anon. We were made for each other, you and me. And it seemed like you had betrayed my trust mere days after proposing. I can't even bear to think of you being unfaithful. I know I can't find someone else like you out there and I got scared. So scared of losing you. Then I got angry at the thought that I had already lost you to some other bitch, that I wasn’t strong enough to keep you, and-and-and...damn my temper."

>She slowly moves her muzzle against your cheek and licks your wounds

>You're not sure if it helps

>She stops the licking and moves away from your head

>"Anon?" She says, voice low and soft

>"What?"

>"Don't let anyone else know about this. Please. I don't want anyone to think that I've gone rabid or something. All wolves have protective instincts but we aren't supposed to hurt our mates like this, even when it comes to keeping what’s ours. You know how much I love you Anon, it's just I let my emotions get the better of me and took it out on you. But I didn't mean to, it was a mistake, I fucked up, you have to believe me Anon. Please"

>Once again she hugs you tightly and cries into your shoulder

>While crying her eyes out you bring an arm up and gently rub her muscular back

>It seems to help her recover from the crying fit

>She looks at you with her bright hazel eyes, they appear to be filled with a determination you haven't seen in a long time

>"Anon, I love you, and I can only love you. We both forfeited our right to anyone else the second I claimed you as mine. You're going to father my pups, help me raise them, and when our days are done the first one to go will wait for the other in paradise. That's how it's going to go. Do you get me?"

>You shake your head and she raises her voice, sharp canine teeth bared and glistening

>"Good. Because I WILL NOT have you stolen away by some skanky cock breathed fur slut. I don't care if I have to make you see that I'm the only one. I'll rub my scent all over you, make you carry a lock of my fur, record the conceiving of our first litter and post it on the internet so the whole world will know it ME that’s mated to YOU. I'll escort you to and from work, growl at any sluts that look at you, I'll-I'll-I'll-I'll."

>She stutters then falls silent, words failing her

>In this delicate moment you bring a hand up and stroke her furry muzzle

>She closes her eyes and leans into your hand in response

>"Honey, sometimes I think you love me too much." You whisper

>She opens her eyes

>"No, I think I don't love you enough."

>The next day

>A gentle knocking on your cubicle wall lulls you out of a work induced stupor

>Turning around you see a smartly dressed older human woman with a polite smile, your boss

>”Mrs. Carson, what’s up?” You ask her

>”Good morning Anon, can you come into my office for a moment please? It’s nothing you did, just need to clear up a bit of confusion is all.”

>”Sure thing, Mrs. Carson. This isn’t about my PTO request is it? I’m fairly certain I submitted it with the proper amount of warning.”

>She shakes her head

>”No it’s…not about that. Follow me.”

>Complying, you get up and follow her through a maze of hallways that made up the office building you worked in

>Eventually you reach a large oaken door and she opens it, ushering you inside

>You sit down at the chair across from her desk and place your hands in your lap

>She sits down and clears her throat before speaking

>”Thanks for coming down Anon. Sorry if it feels like I’m intruding but there are some…concerns…your fellow employees have been voicing to me in private.”

>This conversation has barely even started and you already know the topic she’s delicately skirting around, the bandage on your cheek covering the scratch marks your fiancé made in a fit of misperceived infidelity yesterday

>The fact that your fellow coworkers had been gossiping about the source of the injury brings your blood to a boil

>”Mrs. Carson, I think I already know what this is about and I’m telling you there’s nothing to fret over. I was walking home from work and this stray black cat jumped me out of nowhere, scratched my cheek up pretty bad before I could get him off me. A total stroke of bad luck! Only thing that could have made it worse is if I stepped on a mirror right before getting jumped, haha.”

>You give a chuckle to try and break the tension yet her lips remain pursed and eyes retain their concerned glare

>”Okay Anon. Well, one of your fellow employees saw you change the bandage in the restroom this morning and he believed they weren’t cat scratches. He says they looked like they were caused by claws larger than what can be found on a stray cat. Claws more similar in size to what some of the local anthro population bear.”

>The implication is painfully obvious

>With your little lie broken so easily you reflexively break eye contact and nervously fidget in your chair

>Only after swallowing the lump in your throat do you respond

>”Listen, I know what you’re thinking, but they’re just cat scratches. I haven’t been assaulted by anyone. Especially not by an anthro.” You attempt, and fail, to state confidently

>She breathes in deeply and by the look in her eyes she’s absolutely begging for you to tell her the truth

>“Anon…” She trails off before finding her words again. “Okay, well, if you ever need any help just call this number, they specialize in situations like this.”

>She rips off a sticky note and quickly jots down a phone number before placing it on the desk in front of you

>555-654-3698

>You recognize that number, it’s on a bunch of government posters around town advertising a certain hotline

>You grab the note and move it back towards her

>”I don’t need your help. Everything is under control.” You curtly state, a tinge of simmering flame in your voice

>She sighs, eyes focused on the note before turning back up to you

>”I just think it’s a good idea to-“

>”Shut up. Stop interrogating me. Stay out of my personal life.” You fire back at her with unsuppressed venom

>…

>…

>Did you really just do that? Cut off your boss off and tell her to shut it?

>With your palms growing sweaty and heart beating out of your chest you blurt out a quick apology

>”Sorry Mrs. Carson I didn’t mean to-“

>She puts a hand up stopping you, then places the sticky note back to your side of the desk

>Getting the hint you pocket the note and the rooms becomes uneasily quiet until she gives you a cold command

>”You can leave now.” She flatly says

>Having nothing to say to her you get up to leave, but just before you’re past the door her voice stops you

>”Say hello to Willow for me Anon. And be sure to take good care of those cat scratches, you don’t want them to get infected.”

>You awkwardly turn your head to respond in a half whisper

>”…thanks.”

>Then you shut the door behind you

>The rest of the workday goes by mercifully quick, though you’re now hyper aware of every hushed conversation just out of the reach of your hearing and the occasional quick glance at your cheek from coworkers who aren’t as sneaky as they think they are

>When the clock hits five you pack up your things and begin the short walk to the lobby of the office building

>You round the corner to see the large glass windows that made up one side of the lobby, bright sunshine spilling into the room

>Outside there’s the usual hustle and bustle of the downtown area the office was located in

>Curiously, there’s also a tall wolf anthro in a billowing orange sundress standing just outside the front door

>Her eyes are ricocheting off of every person that enters her vision until finally settling on you

>A toothy smile comes upon her lips and she practically bounces in place waiting for you to get to the exit

>You smile back and continue your steady pace to the door, finally opening it and immediately you’re wrapped up in Willow’s furry embrace

>Her strong arms press into your back as her muzzle rests on your shoulder

>”Anon you’re finally out of there! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” She pitifully whines

>You can’t help but chuckle and gently pry her of you

>”Baby, you saw me this morning. You made me eggs before I left for work, remember?”

>”Ya-ya but it just…you know…it felt like forever!” She exclaims

>”Well I’m finally done for the day. How long were you waiting for me out here?”

>”A while. But it’s such a great day I didn’t mind it, plenty of sunshine and fresh air!”

>”I bet. So why’d you meet me out here? Have something special planned?”

>Her smile returns and she responds with infectious enthusiasm

>”Yes-yes-yes! I thought we could go to that Italian place we both like so much. The one with the great music and bread? I’ll pay for everything so don’t even think of looking at the check. I even drove the car down so we don’t have to walk! It’s a way to say I’m sorry for-“

>You stop her with a finger on her lips, keenly aware of the large number of people within eavesdropping range

>”That sounds like a great idea Willow. I could go for some pasta right now.”

>Her smile dies

>Pupils dilate

>Lips raise ever so slightly so the white of her teeth are barely visible

>”Willow? What’s wrong?” You whisper

>You move your head only to realize that she isn’t looking at you, but behind you

>After turning around the wife of one of your coworkers is standing a few feet away

>Willows lengthy arms wrap around your chest and pull you close, her head tilting down to rest on your shoulder

>”Hey Anon.” Says the golden retriever anthro. “I passed by your cubicle and noticed this still at your desk, thought you probably forgot it.”

>She holds out a metallic water bottle with your initials written on the bottom

>Must have missed it in your rush to leave

>You take it from her paw

>”Thanks Marcy. And tell Austin thanks for the shirt he leant me the other day, really saved my butt after I had a slip up with some box cutters right before a meeting with a few bigwigs.”

>”I will!”

>She smiles warmly then turns her gaze to the wolf behind you

>”And you must be Willow, I’ve…heard so much about you. It’s good to finally meet you.”

>The slight falter in her smile as she raises her paw for a handshake tells you everything

>It takes a few awkward seconds for Willow to remove a hand from your chest and wordlessly return Marcy’s handshake

>”Well it’s, uhh, been good seeing you two. Bye!”

>Marcy waves goodbye and quickly leaves, you return her wave but Willow just maintains her unflinching glare until the dog’s out of sight

>You pry Willows paws off your chest and cross your arms, annoyed at her rudeness towards Marcy

>”Seriously Willow? Couldn’t even tell her hello?”

>”She’s the one I smelled on you earlier. On your shirt.”

>”On Austins shirt.” You correct her. “I thought we were over this.”

>”We are over this!” She exclaims. “What I did was wrong. I was wrong. I know you would never think of betraying me like that.” Her eyes close and ears flatten shamefully. “Sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry” She pitifully repeats

>Brought down by the pitiful look of your fiance, and stirred on by the fact that if she continued this would quickly turn into a scene, you open your arms for a hug

>”Come here.”

>You step closer and wrap your arms around her back, the soft material of her sundress sinking into her fur

>The two of you stay locked in the hug for several seconds, eyes closed and breathing slowed

>But then there’s a faint sniffing sound coming from beside your head

>It grows louder and her paws shift on your back as Willows head adjusts to sniff further down your back

>Displeased, you push her away

>”Willow. You just said you were over this.”

>”I am. Just seeing who you’ve been around is all. It’s a natural instinct to sniff a mate if it’s been a while, it’s like saying hello.”

>”We just saw each other this morning.” You sternly remind her

>”Ya-I…uhhh…you hungry? Let’s get into the car and get going.”

>Her attempt at changing the subject is obvious but you feel no desire to push her further, you really were looking forward to that pasta

>Willow clicks the remote and the car beeps in response

>After getting in Willow turns to you with a sullen look

>”Did anyone mention your…”

>”Yes.”

>She turns away, eyes focused on the floor

>”What did you tell them?”

>”Cat scratch.”

>”Did they believe it?”

>You pause before shaking your head, she sighs in response

>She starts the engine, a low rumbling filling the interior

>”Well, thanks for trying to keep this whole thing on the down low Anon.” Willows hazel eyes glance back up to you. “It means a lot to me. Really.”

>You give her a gentle smile

>”Bonded for life right?”

>”Bonded for life. You and me. Forever.” She confidently affirms

>”Then that means you have forever to keep treating me to nice restaurants until you feel you’ve sufficiently apologized for the scratches.”

>A smile breaks her previously serious demeanor

>”Our pair bond may last forever but our funds are finite. And one more time, I’m sorry.”

>”I know.” You reply, turning your gaze to the window

>The drive to the restaurant is short and quiet, Willow focused on the road while you pondered how to break a certain piece of news to her

>News she without a doubt wasn’t going to take well considering how she’s been acting lately

>Come to think of it telling her after dinner would be an ideal time, when your bellies are full and you’ve had a bit more time to think things over

>The car pulls into a parking space and you both step out, Willow maintaining a position by your side the entire walk to the entrance

>After being seated you absentmindedly scan the menu

>Looks like nothing’s changed since the last time you and Willow were here, guess you’ll get your usual, maybe order a couple glasses of wine since she insisted this dinner was to make up for the scratches

>You look up to see Willow scanning the dining room rather than looking at the menu

>”Whatcha looking at?” You ask

>”Nothing, uhh, just looking around.” She casually replies before picking up a menu. “So what will you be getting?”

>”My usual. But how about we order some wine with our meals? I’m feeling a little fancy today.”

>Willow shakes her head emphatically

>”Absolutely! If that’s what you want then that’s what we’ll get. Anything to make my mate feel better.”

>”Thanks.”

>Soon enough a young vixen waitress arrives with a basket of breadsticks, she sets them onto the table before retrieving a notepad from her apron

>”Hello, I’m Ivy and I’ll be serving you today. Have you all been here before?”

>”Yes.” Answers Willow

>”Great, so can I get you all started off with something to drink?”

>You rattle off the name of a wine from the drink menu and the vixen runs off to the kitchen to retrieve your order

>But as she departs you notice Willow practically burning holes into her back with a concentrated stare, this can’t be good

>”Willow, what’s wrong?” You ask with a sigh

>”Our waitress brushed her tail against you as she left.”

>You shake your head

>”I didn’t even feel it, must have been an accident. What’s the big deal?”

>”What’s the big deal?!” She exclaims, leaning forward onto the table. “An anthro doesn’t just so happen to brush their tail against someone by accident. It’s one of the easiest ways to scent mark another person, and it’s usually a loved one if it’s done with the tail. I bet you smell like…”

>She leans further forward and rapidly sniffs the air near you before stopping her olfactory investigation and leaning back in her seat

>”Yep, you smell like fox now. My scent is obviously stronger but now there’s someone else on you.” She crosses her arms. “Fucking bitch.” She whispers under her breath

>”Willow, I'm sure it was just an accident, and like you said your scent is stronger. It’s nothing to worry about. Everyone can tell who I'm with and it’s not some fox.” You grab a breadstick and hold it out to her. “Here, take a breadstick. Having some food in your belly will put you in a better mood.”

>”Ugg, fine.” She grumbles before the retrieving the breadstick

>When she’s eaten the entire thing she leans back up in her seat

>”Let me scent mark you.” The wolfess commands

>”Right now?” You ask in disbelief

>”Yes. Just lean over the table and I’ll rub my muzzle over you, then the scent of that fox will be practically undetectable.”

>She brings her arms up inviting you over but you lean back in your seat

>”Willow, no. You rubbed your face all over me this morning not to mention all the contact we had after you picked me up from work. I think that’s enough scent marking for today. Not to mention we’re in public, at a dinner table, it would be weird.”

>She slowly lowers her arms

>”Anon. You have the scent of a foreign woman on you. I can’t allow that. Now come over here and let me get my scent on you.”

>”No.” You sternly respond

>”Fine, we’ll go to the bathroom and do it there if it weirds you out so much. I can’t stand knowing that you smell like someone else. Come over here.”

>”Willow stop it. It was one brush of the tail. This can wait until after dinner.”

>She cocks her head and her lips quiver for just a moment, a nearly imperceptible growl coming from her chest

>She opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by Ivy placing a couple of filled wine glasses on the table

>”You all ready to order or do you need a moment?” She happily asks

>”We’re ready to order. You want to go first Willow?”

>Willow maintains eye contact with you for a few tense moments before picking up a menu and giving Ivy her order

>The vixen jots it down onto her notepad then looks back up to you

>”And for you sugar?”

>You reply with your usual favorite and the vixen departs

>”So Willow, how was work?” You ask while retrieving another breadstick from the basket

>”She called you sugar.” She says flatly

>”Huh?”

>”Our waitress. She called you sugar.”

>The seriousness in her eyes is unmistakable

>You rub your forehead, Willows implication both obvious and unwelcome

>”She’s just being friendly, that’s her job. She wants a big tip.”

>Willow points a clawed finger at you, her words spoken with utmost severity

>”When we get to the car I’m going to scent mark you again whether you like it or not. I can’t stand letting that vixens whorish scent be on you a moment longer than it needs to be.”

>”Sure, fine.” You acquiesce

>Time to change the subject

>”So, are you going to have the 25th off?”

>”Yes, shouldn’t be an issue. Why did you want me to take that day off in particular? I assume you’ll have PTO then too?”

>”Yes. I have something planned for us on that day.”

>Her mood visibly brightens

>”oooooo, what is it? Something fun? Romantic? Exciting?”

>”I’ll…tell you in the car.”

>”A secret huh? Fine. But it is just the two of us going right?”

>”Yes, just the two of us.”

>”Good. I would be more than happy to spend more time with you on whatever little excursion you have planned.” She rests her chin on a hand, a dreamy look on her face. “I hope we’re going somewhere remote, like a scenic view out in the woods. Then it would just me and my mate, together, with no one around to stop us from doing what bonded pairs usually do when they’re alone.” She says with a cheeky smile

>You take a sip of wine

>”Right…”

>Eventually Ivy returns with a couple hot plates of food, setting them down in front of you and Willow

>”If you all need anything be sure to let me know alright?”

>”We will, thanks.” You reply, Willow giving the vixen a silent glare

>Thankfully the rest of the meal goes without further issues

>Ivy would stop by a couple times to refill your glasses but thankfully Willow restrained herself from snapping at her perceived rival, instead just choosing to give her a cold wolfish stare while you did the talking

>After finishing your meals you and Willow exit the restaurant

>She’s practically wrapped around you the whole walk to the car, both arms secured around your chest while her heads rests on your shoulder

>After unlocking the car she exits the embrace and you both get in

>”Anon?”

>”What?”

>You look to your left and Willow invites you closer with a finger

>Right, the scent marking

>You lean across the center console and she wraps both arms around you again, her soft muzzle rubbing across every inch of your face, neck, and chest

>She even throws in a couple licks on your cheek for good measure

>When she’s done you return to your side of the car

>”So Anon, what will we be doing on the 25th?”

>Oh god, you totally forgot you were going to come up with a plan on how to break the news to her so she wouldn’t freak out

>”Willow I, uhh.” You trail off and look to the ground, trying to find the best way to word your next statement

>She claps her hands together, a toothy smile on her face

>”You what? Got us some reservations at a fancy restaurant? Rented us a cabin to spend the day at? What is it? Tell me!”

>”It’s…nothing like that Willow.”

>Her smile fades just a bit

>”Oh? Well then what is it?”

>You take a deep breath

>”I scheduled an appointment with a therapist.”

>Her smile completely dies and her ears flatten pitifully

>”W-what do you mean? Have you been having…bad thoughts lately?” She whines

>You shake your head

>”It isn’t just for me. It’s couples therapy, for both of us.”

>She recoils back at the realization and stares at the steering wheel

>”Couples therapy? That’s for people that…no. No-no-no-no-no” She repeats before looking back to you with moist eyes. “Anon please don’t tell me you’re thinking about ending our relationship.”

>You remain silent, she sniffles and leans forward

>”Anon please, we’re a mated pair, bonded for life, how many times have I told you that?”

>”Many, many times.”

>”That’s right! Once a wolf anthro is bonded to another that bond can’t just be broken. It isn’t like the relationship between two humans, it can’t just end. We belong together! You and me! I know this in my heart! You’re my soul mate, you and you alone.”

>You put a hand up defensively

>”Listen, Willow it’s-“

>”Don’t do this Anon please!” She sobs, cutting you off. “I love you so, so, much. Is it because of the scratches from yesterday? I can make up for it! Anything you want! I won’t ever do it again I promise! Just don’t leave me please!” She loudly implores

>”Willow!” You shout before shifting to a quieter tone. “I’m not…at that point yet.”

>”Then what is it? Why do you think we need therapy?” She asks with a sniffle

>”Willow, I love you, I really do, but you’ve been acting so…strange lately. You’ve been so clingy. Scent marking me every day, sniffing me after I come home from work to see who I’ve been around, always acting like I'm about to be stolen away by someone else. Like that vixen at the restaurant! She wasn’t flirting with me, I wasn’t interested in her, yet you still acted like she was some mortal enemy out to snatch me away.”

>”She did rub her tail against you…” She quietly says

>”It was an accident Willow. And I still smell more like wolf than fox. It wasn’t a situation that you needed to escalate.”

>”B-b-but I’m just trying to protect you. Make sure that you’re safe from anyone that tried to claim you. Because you’re the only one for me Anon, I can’t stand to be with anyone else.”

>”Protect me?! By doing things like this?” You exclaim, pointing to the bandage on your cheek

>Willow whimpers pitifully and turns away, unable to look at the place she wounded you

>”Willow, this behavior isn’t healthy. The therapist I got the appointment with is a wolf like you, she specializes in anthro psychology. She’ll be able to understand what you’re feeling and know what to do about it. Because we just…can’t continue if you hurt me again.”

>”I don’t want to hurt you again. It’s just, sometimes my instinct take over and I don’t think straight.” She quietly says, staring at the floor

>”I know, I know. The therapy should help you with that. I did a little research yesterday, apparently it isn’t uncommon for a wolf’s possessive instincts to go a little overboard when they decide on a mate and have a pair bond. But it’s something that can get better, and I’ll be right by your side to help you out.”

>”And what if it doesn’t help? What if I can’t get my instincts under control? What happens then?” She stares back up at you, eyes moistened with fresh tears

>”Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, if we get there.” You quietly assure

>She breathes in deeply and turns her attention back to the staring wheel, a sullen look on her face

>An uneasy silence fills the car, the muffled sounds of a nearby street almost become deafening

>”Would doing this…make you happy?” Willow asks meekly

>”Yes. Yes it would. I want our relationship to continue, I want you to get better.” You confidently reply

>”Then I’ll go.” She responds with a shake of the head

>You reach over and stroke her cheek affectionately

>”Thank you. Bonded for life right?”

>”Bonded for life. Forever. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

>”Then let’s try and make forever last as long as we can.”