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Annie groaned as she stirred from a restless night of erotic fantasies. In her dreams, she had been getting fucked by what felt like an endless train of well-endowed, studly men, each just as eager as the last to sink into her feminine comforts and fill her body with what it desperately craved. The dream might not have been real, the vixen thought, but her desires certainly were. She had, apparently, forgotten about her upcoming heat entirely, and boom; here it was, upon her in full force right in the middle of the busy holiday season at work. At this point she’d have to change her bedsheets given what a mess her leaking, over-eager snatch had made of the freshly washed ones she’d been dozing on all night.

Fuck.

Being in heat didn’t feel bad, by any means. It was just a constant itch, a deep and demanding need, a warping of one’s perspective to the degree that everything seemed at least a little bit erotic. Anything long and shaft-shaped looked like a cock. Anything creamy, like the sugary cookies the vixen liked having for breakfast, reminded her of, well, the other kind of cream, liable to leave your belly swelling if you let a boy put it inside of you unprotected. Especially in the middle of a heat.

Not that it wasn’t very pleasant and tingle-inducing to think about. As Annie brushed her teeth, she was half tempted to slide the handle of the toothbrush into her clenching cunt, just to shut that ravenous part of herself up for a little while.

The problem was that she had a meeting today. However, the good news was that the people she was presenting her newest project to were all on the sad end of their sixties, with grey fur and worn bodies that barely responded to a vixen in her thirties, even if she was in heat. That probably wouldn’t be an issue, ultimately, even if it was considered rather impolite to show up at work in heat without being on inhibitors.

What would be an issue was getting to work. The inhibitors took a while to work, and she was already tired and off to a late start this morning because of the whole thing with her heat. Public transport was out. Cab drivers had a high risk of trying to extract payment au naturel, and she, being a vixen in heat, had an even higher risk of accepting that kind of offer from anyone with a stiff cock and a pair of plump, virile balls that needed emptying.

Ah! A revelation! Technology had already solved that issue, hadn’t it? The city had a fleet of robotic taxis, or Robocabs, as they had been officially named by the company that produced them. That meant she wouldn’t have to deal with a driver at all, and if there was another passenger, the journey would only take a few minutes anyway. The owner of the Robocab company had lobbied the city’s leadership to convert old bus lanes to Robocab lanes, which meant they were easily the quickest way to get to places. Buses were, once again, a slow, demeaning mode of transport for the poorest of the poor.

Well, that’s what that idiot said, anyway, Annie thought to herself as she moved on to brushing her hair and most of her rather fluffy neck and shoulders, too. In reality, it was a terrible policy, but today, and just about only today, it happened to be exactly what the heat-struck vixen needed.

So, that was the plan. Get a cab, which thankfully her job paid enough to afford their exorbitant fees – each cab was bulletproof and equipped with all kinds of unnecessary things like a champagne dispenser – give her presentation to the dusty mummies on the board of investors, and then come home to take more inhibitors and masturbate until her heat went away. It sounded good, which meant it’d probably go poorly, as all the best laid plans were destined to. Annie couldn’t see how, though, so she called the cab.

It arrived outside of her apartment complex by the time Annie had gotten her clothes on straight, and she hurried out with her briefcase full of important documents and visual aids for the mummies.

As always, the Robocabs were opulent. Unnecessarily so. That company’s CEO, though, believed that extremely expensive one-to-two-person transportation was the future. At least it results in quick travel times for those who could afford it, Annie mused. And unlike driving her own car, she wouldn’t be held responsible for any cubs that got ran over, which was another thing these cabs were known to do on occasion.

She headed outside, where the sleek, futuristic cab was waiting, and scanned her credit card at the door. It slid open, and she stepped inside, sitting down on the rather comfortable seat. Though for the money these things cost, it better be comfortable, Annie thought to herself as she grabbed a plastic champagne “glass” from the dispenser to hopefully calm her nerves a little before the presentation.

“Welcome… aboard,” the Robocab greeted her. “One… more… passenger before your destination.”

Oh, great. Annie sighed and downed the surprisingly cheap champagne. “Any chance we can make this trip private? It’s only five minutes!” she exclaimed.

“My apologies… cannot fulfil request,” the robotic voice replied, and Annie sighed again. Oh well. She could always hope that the next person to get on was, at least, a woman like herself and perhaps not as affected by the heat-scent that clung to her like a cheap, yet deeply sexy perfume.

That wasn’t the case, of course. She watched, quietly, as the Robocab slid through the streets of the city she’d lived her whole life in. Christmas decorations lined every shop window and hung above the streets. There was no snow in sight, of course; the heat of all the buildings and the sewer systems melted any odd flake that had the audacity to fall, but it was cold and drizzly, at least, which was almost like half a December.

In a minute, the cab stopped again, and a brown wolf stepped inside as the doors opened.

“Oh, hello,” he greeted Annie. “I thought these were private rides?”

“Yeah, you’d think so,” Annie replied, almost apologetically. “I guess that doesn’t earn enough money, though.”

“Yeah, but… oh well,” the wolf chuckled, and sat down. He extended a hand to Annie, and she shook it. “Name’s Duke,” he introduced himself.

“Annie,” the vixen replied.

“So, where are you headed?” Duke asked as the cab began to move again.

“Eh, the office. Big skyscraper in the middle of town. I think it has a name, I only know the address,” Annie replied. “I do work there, though.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, um,” Duke replied. He suddenly glanced out of the window. Might be a problem with that.”

“What?” Annie snapped. She had woken up grumpy because of the unsatisfied heat and any setback felt like nails on chalkboard to her, especially this early in the morning.

“We’re going the wrong way,” Duke responded, sheepishly, as if it were his fault somehow.

Annie spun around, and as her eyes focused on the world behind the dimmed glass, she realized the wolf was right. The Robocab was heading out of the city, towards the highway, which was exactly in the opposite direction of where she was supposed to go!

“Hey! Taxi fuck! Turn around! I’m going into the city, not out of it!” Annie screamed, the sexual frustration she was feeling boiling over into outright anger.

“Ggggthedddzzzz,” the car replied, before the speakers fizzled out with what sounded like the telltale pop of a capacitor exploding.

“Well, that’s Robocabs for you I guess,” Duke tried to point out, with a half-hearted and hopefully humorous touch. “Guess we just gotta see where it's going. And probably call the police.”

Annie was fuming as she quickly dialed the number to the Robocab corporation while the car inexorably drove towards the highway that would eventually lead to the other side of the country. She was greeted by a robotic voice; they’d long since quit outsourcing the work to other countries. Just as she was about to throw her phone into the car’s window, Duke placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Look, just call the cops,” he advised. “We can’t really do anything from here, these things are totally user-proof. But the police can stop it.”

“I have an important meeting,” the vixen whined.

“Yeah, me too, but like… what else can we do? The windows are bulletproof. All the buttons there-” he gestured towards the dashboard. “Pretty sure none of them do anything if you don’t have clearance. And there’s no wheel anyway so we couldn’t steer it…”

Duke trailed off. There was something in the air. He felt a little dizzy. Better not be coming down with anything, he muttered in his mind. More than anything, he didn’t want the stunning fire-red vixen to get sick. She looked perfect, Duke thought, without putting two and two together and noticing the growing scent of heated pheromones and the vixen’s stunning, seemingly growing attractiveness.

He forced himself to ignore that, though. It was hardly appropriate. Especially when the vixen began to dial the number for the police.

“…yeah, hello? I’m in a Robocab that’s gone rogue, it’s just driving somewhere… the number? On the dashboard? Let me see,” she started, speaking to whatever overworked assistant took her call. “Er, Sierra-Three-X-ray-Yankee-seven-seven-nine… what, does that spell out ‘sexy’? What kind of manchild- yes please, and it’s not stopping!”

Duke watched his unwilling co-traveler’s increasing frustration. “Yeah, it’s taking off to the highway. What do you mean the owner doesn’t let you stop them? You’re the police, you have authority to- fuck! No, fuck you for making me curse, what do you mean it’ll alert local authorities when the battery runs out? Fuck! You!”

She slammed her phone down with the ingrained reflexes of someone who grew up with stationary ones. The kind where you’d have to place the handset down to end the call. Duke was only vaguely aware of them from old movies, but the vixen was old enough to have lived it. He found that surprisingly hot, like everything else about her. Originally, the wolf had some kind of meeting he was supposed to go to, too, but a text message had fixed that, and right now, he was surprisingly happy to be stuck in the Robocab as it pulled up onto the highway and accelerated.

“So they’re saying that they’ll make sure someone’s there to pick us up when the car’s battery runs out,” Annie said, speaking rather slowly. “The police don’t have the authority to stop Robocabs because of the owner’s lobbying.”

“I guess we’re having a road trip, then,” Duke chuckled. He didn’t really mind. He usually welcomed surprisess; it meant a break from the routine, and this one was unlikely to be catastrophic.

“It’s going to drive for like eight hours, they recently upgraded the batteries on these,” she continued.

“Well, we’ve got champagne to drink, so it’s not like we’ll die of dehydration”, Duke countered. “Maybe take it as a forced vacation.”

“It’s not a goddamn vacation if it’s forced,” Annie snarled.

Duke nodded. Maybe it wasn’t, and maybe he was being a little weird, but he really didn’t mind. He felt so relaxed just sitting next to the vixen in the backseat, and so as the car drove off into the short winter day, he chose to relax instead of winding himself up. Well, he was certainly determined to try to do just that.

For maybe two hours, Annie sat in perfect silence, going through the meeting that she should’ve been at over and over in her head. Yes, she had told them why she couldn’t attend, but she was a perfectionist who hated missing booked times and appointments. It made her feel terrible, especially with the car headed towards bumfuck nowhere. Right now, the only thing outside of their warm, actively heated bubble was snowless winter farmland, grey and brown and lifeless. But given that they were headed further inland, she expected to see snow soon.

The sun was already starting to set.

She’d be spending so much time in this idiotic taxi with this… she glanced at her fellow traveler-turned-kidnapping-victim. This frankly rather handsome wolf, who seemed lost in deep thought, with a far-away look in his eyes, like the gaze of a hungry man dreaming of dinner, an alcoholic trying to resist a drink, or perhaps someone trying to do this year’s taxes in their head. Annie was almost tempted to poke him and ask what exactly it was that had him looking so immersed in his own head, because she wanted some of that too. She wanted to stop letting the missed meeting and unwanted sudden journey bother her. It wasn’t the end of the world, and Robocab would be compensating them both to keep their mouths shut.

And if they didn’t, Annie knew some very, very sharp lawyers. Some of them literally sharp, like this porcupine. Deadly to get into any legal argument with, and even deadlier to try to bite. Not that the vixen had ever felt the need to do either.

She turned her head to look out of the window again, leaving Duke to his thoughts. They were just passing something called Bullet Joe’s All-You-Can-Eat Steakhouse Buffet, which sounded so unpleasant to Annie – who was used to high quality steaks – that she was almost thankful for being trapped by the car. Almost. The parking lot was crowded, so at least the locals must’ve enjoyed Bullet Joe’s questionable meat of unknown provenance, Annie mused. It also had one of those giant Indian statues in front. Native American, yes, that’s the proper term, the vixen thought. But those statues were stereotypical anyway.

All this idleness, beyond making her question whether a poor caricature deserved to be called a respectful term, was starting to bring her mind back to her heat, though. The tingly sensation between her legs had only grown stronger over the last few hours, and suddenly the vixen realized that she was stuck in a car with a male who probably still had his balls and was perfectly capable of inseminating and impregnating her, if she wanted him to. All she’d have to do was pull up her skirt, lean back, and spread her legs. Or get on all fours and raise her tail. That’d be all it took. The thought felt entirely too pleasant in her heat-struck mind. The kind of fantasy that you caressed and felt, turning it around to examine it from every angle, just because you didn’t quite want to let it go. And thinking about it? Well, it made Annie feel that familiar flush of lust, down there, between her thick thighs. She knew it meant she was getting wet or would get wet if she didn’t distract herself with something else, and being horrified about Bullet Joe and his meaty shenanigans was a few miles behind her, now.

There were plenty of roadside attractions. The kind of places you would stop only if you had impatient children, or if you were a tourist. Perhaps an author might, if strapped for ideas. Hardly anyone else did, and Annie and her handsome companion couldn’t, so she could only imagine how a “Balloon Animal Exhibit” looked, or “Little Creek’s Annual Christmas Snow-Maze” was easy to freeze to death in, unable to find your way out. There was snow here, at least. How long had they even been trapped in the car? The outside world looked increasingly wintery and festive even though the season obviously hadn’t changed.

The cold, even if she didn’t feel it, made her want to be embraced. And Duke looked more appealing by the minute. Stupid heat, she thought. Even if the cab stopped, it wasn’t as if she could take shelter at – Annie squinted at a road sign – Bell’s End, was apparently what the place was named. It made her chortle. She’d known enough British people to know what a bellend was. But it’d be off-limits to her while she was in heat, because not only was her smell like a magnet to males, but the slightest advance from any of them would have her on all fours and begging for it in a heartbeat. In fact, even thinking about that nearly made her soak the cab’s seat.

Then again, maybe I should soak it, she thought, trying to fixate on the anger so as to not let her heat overcome her. Not with Duke in the other passenger seat, at least. Though fox-wolves would no doubt be adorable. And it’d be so easy to have them. Just bend over. Just spread your legs, you horny slut, her devious inner voice told her, the one that’d woken up when she hit puberty and had been trying to get her knocked up ever since, while other aspects of herself – the ones that cared about future prospects, for example – tried their hardest to hold it back. And at least she hadn’t gotten knocked up in high school like some of her old friends. Probably the same type of people who now worked as waitresses at Bullet Joe’s.

Annie had no idea why it’d stuck to her mind like that. It’s ‘cause you want your own all-you-can-eat cock buffet. You’d just get in there and hop on the table along with whatever half-measure steak they serve and let all the boys have a bite.

“Hey, Duke?” she asked. Anything to take her mind off the growing wetness between her stupid legs. She didn’t want to sit in a puddle for half the trip, much less sleep in one. “You got anyone at home?”

“Hm? No,” Duke replied. “Not like, a steady partner or anything. No boyfriend-” he started, and Annie began to breathe a sigh of relief that she was immediately forced to swallow. “-or girlfriend. You?”

Yeah girl, there’s no way a hot hunk of virile manmeat like that could be gay. Well, he could, but you’re not gonna be that lucky, you’re gonna have some cute pups before the night is over.

That inner voice – or demon – was getting louder and louder, and the tingliness had grown to the point that Annie was rubbing her thighs together as she tried to keep the fantasies inside of her head. Or outside, depending on how you thought about it. Not in reality, and also not tempting her. Right now, it felt as if the car was passing through a snowy void, or a dense forest with no signs of life except the road itself.

If the battery ran out here, they’d be well fucked. Probably forced to cuddle up to each other to keep warm, and no matter how much of a gentleman Duke was – and how firm her own willpower – there was only one way that would end. She couldn’t even entertain the thought.

But then, was there any point in really fighting? More and more, she glanced towards Duke, who had given up waiting for a reply, and seemed to be in a meditative state again, and this time Annie suddenly understood why: He was trying to ignore the scent of her heat. A noble effort, but the problem was that he also had his delightful masculine musk lingering about him, and even if he managed to resist, there was a real risk that Annie herself couldn’t, not with her olfactory nerves hypersensitive from her heat.

“No,” she admitted. “Nobody for me, either. I guess that means we can visit the next all-you-can-eat meat buffet we pass, and nobody will get jealous.”

“Hm? Oh, did we pass one? Sorry, I’ve just been thinking. There was some sorta strip club when we passed that small place,” Duke replied, in a kind of strained chuckle. “I guess that’s a meat buffet too.”

Annie snorted. She wasn’t sure if it was the heat making her a little sillier than usual, but the wolf’s remark was oddly adorable to her. But so was everything else boys did at the peak of her fertile period. Any of the cliché pick-up lines would work in that state, and Duke’s apparent resistance or innocence, whichever it was, worked even better. She was increasingly feeling like she’d end up pinning him down.

“How much juice do you think we still got in the battery?” Annie asked. “Hours?”

“Well, we’ve been on the road for… um, four hours? So, it’s probably like four more,” Duke estimated, raising one finger after the other as if trying to physically count how long it might be. “I don’t know where in the country Bell’s End is, but it sounds like a really deep inland place that nobody has ever heard of.”

“Kind of a shame we missed the balloon animal exhibit,” Annie sighed, exaggerating her disappointment ever so slightly for effect. “They seemed so proud of it.”

“I mean, I’d be proud too if I could make them,” Duke replied. And then both fell silent for a few seconds, thinking of increasingly phallic, or at least condom-shaped balloons.

Really wish we could’ve stopped so we could’ve at least had a condom replacement, Duke thought. He really didn’t want to have kids yet, either. And a quick fuck, one that he absolutely shouldn’t have thought about, would at least have taken the edge off their seemingly riled-up state. Wait. Why am I thinking of fucking- hold on, even better, why am I thinking of having kids?

And that’s when the penny dropped. She was in heat. That was where the musky, spicy, deeply feminine scient was coming from; her body already trying to seduce him into breeding her! Duke gritted his teeth and groaned quietly. This trip just got a lot more interesting.

“You’re in heat, aren’t you?” he asked, hoping that she’d at least lie and give him an excuse to believe it was all in his head. But his cock was already stiffening, or even fully hard, in his pants. He didn’t dare check, but the desire was rather obvious and from the way he felt the tender skin grind against his boxers, he certainly wasn’t inside his sheath any longer. “Because, um… yeah, this is going to get a little tricky,” he added, as a shameful admission.

“I might be,” Annie admitted, and her traitorous pussy clenched as if affirming that fact. “So do you think we can… not have babies, tonight?”

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t ask me to do. But if you do…” Duke trailed off, brushing his fingers through his brown headfur again and again, anxiously, and entirely out of character for him. “You know. I’ll fuck you if you want me to. And I’ll make it good, too.”

“Yeah. I know. And we really can’t stop this garbage car, can we?” she asked.

“Not without tearing out random cables, and that might be risky while we’re still in wintery Hicksville, here.”

“Yeah,” Annie said again. “I don’t want to freeze to death.”

For a little longer, they both sat in silence. The car passed through another little town divided by the now broadening highway, which was entirely too big for what looked like a few apartment buildings and one of those grocery stores that actually only sold pre-packaged, canned, frozen, and dried products. It was probably named something Dollar Kingdom, Annie thought, and concluded that she’d rather get fucked full of babies than shop there. The locals probably didn’t have a choice, though. There wouldn’t be buses and Robocab wasn’t supposed to operate outside of the largest cities.

Even the vibrations of the car were starting to get to Annie. She was acutely aware of the soft seat vibrating against her overly sensitive lips, to the point she had to bite her upper lips hard to keep from moaning.

Was there really any point in fighting at all? If she just gave in, the next four hours would be amazing, even if the price to pay was a swollen belly a few months later, and then some years of raising kids. A little pause in her career suddenly felt like a small price to pay in exchange for not having to suffer unimaginable denial for so many hours, when a handsome lover with a no doubt beautiful cock was right next to her.

“We could just do it,” she huffed, just about ready to surrender, as the car slowed down at an unfortunately placed intersection, a red light shining as if placed there by providence. “…or we could break out right here.”

“Got anything heavy?” Duke asked, but without waiting, he suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt and laid back, with his head ending up in Annie’s lap and his shoe-clad feet at the window. “Sorry,” he whispered.

And then he kicked, hard. Hard enough to shake the entire vehicle. Nothing. He kicked again, and again, and again, both at the window and the door itself, trying to either break it or set off some sort of alarm that’d hopefully make the car stop. But for Robocab, the customers’ safety had always been the number one priority, which was why the cars were so prone to running over pedestrians. “F-fucking… fuck,” Duke growled. He kicked so hard that for a moment, the window seemed to bend outwards, but it refused to break.

Annie dug into her purse and held out her keys for him. Them getting ruined was a small price to pay for not coming out of this with a bellyful of babies.

The light was still red. Duke shot up, held the keys in a white-knuckled fist, and hit the class with the points. Again, and again. He didn’t even scratch the surface, much less cause a fracture. And then he fell backwards into Annie’s lap again and the Robocab suddenly lurched back into motion.

“Fuck,” he mouthed, pressing his hands over his eyes. “I’m not ready to have kids.”

“You think I am?” Annie countered. “If you weren’t so fucking handsome, we wouldn’t have them.”

“And if you didn’t smell so amazing we’d have zero issues,” Duke whined, feeling the warmth of Annie’s belly against the back of his head.

“You smell pretty good with all those manly musk pheromones yourself, Mister,” Annie sighed. “How much longer do we have?”

“Three hours? Four?” Duke suggested, wibble-wobbling his left hand in the air to demonstrate some uncertainty. “A while.”

“Fuck,” Annie echoed his earlier sentiment.

“And this close, you smell even better,” the wolf added with a little whine. His nostrils flared, and an embarrassed blush crept over his features as he realized that his head was still in Annie’s soft, warm lap. So close to her fertile pussy.

She didn’t hurry him to get up, either. That moment seemed to last forever.

And her need just grew and grew.

“Do you think- do you think that we could just go like, halfway?” she finally asked, in a hoarse voice that was little more than whisper.

“Maybe. If my knot doesn’t slip in,” Duke replied. He looked like he was dreaming with his eyes wide open, smelling and feeling more than he processed any sight or thought. “Maybe it’d take the edge off.”

It was a fool’s game, but the thick mingling pheromone cloud filling the cab would’ve made fools of anyone, the two told themselves, though not each other.

The cab sped past some smaller city, this one even sporting neon signs advertising companies that Annie had never heard of. Somebody in every town they passed was probably having unprotected sex, she reasoned. It was just a thing that happened. People fucked, people came inside others unprotected, and people got pregnant. People like her ended up with swollen bellies, while people like Duke paid the monetary cost. It was just life.

Just life.

“Fine,” Annie huffed. It wasn’t that she couldn’t resist, she told herself. She just didn’t want to.

Yeah, sure. that’s it, enjoy your unprotected heat-fucking that you could totally say no to, girl. Get that cum inside.

“Fine?” Duke asked.

“Yeah,” Annie replied, choking on the words and instead spreading her legs a little under Duke’s head. He felt her pull up her skirt, and suddenly his head was resting against the intoxicatingly soft skin of her thighs. Now, Duke was choking up too, as if hearing her ask for it had short-circuited his brain.

Thankfully it only lasted a few seconds before he scrambled up onto all fours, looking at Annie, who was laying back and leaning against the left-hand door and with her skirt hiked up over her waist. Between her orange thighs, she had pulled her panties aside, and god, the sight of her pink, puffy, leaking slit nearly made Duke’s heart stop. He liked thinking of himself as confident and dominant, but for some reason, seeing the vixen so reluctantly eager made him shudder and freeze up like a teenager, no matter how painfully hard and throbbing his cock was.

He moved almost convulsively to unzip his pants, and then unbutton them as he realized his cock was far too stiff to fish it out through the zipper itself. It sprang out the instant the button was undone, bobbing eagerly in the air and pointing almost exactly at Annie’s bare sex.

To Annie, it looked beautiful and threatening, like some kind of predator. She wanted to touch it, feel it, feel it inside her most of all, but she was afraid, too, of what it’d do to her. If she let it between her legs, it’d spew all of Duke’s lupine cum as deep into her fertile body as it could, just as nature intended. There was no real chance that they’d stop, and she recognized that, though they could try. Success was one in a million with both of their heads so clouded and their bodies almost fully in the grasp of their primitive, animal sides.

She clenched again, and Duke saw it happen, gasping and then licking his lips. He pulled down his pants entirely, and revealed to Annie a heavy set of balls too. Plenty large enough to ensure she got pregnant. It felt like her womb clenched and flushed at the sight, even more than the reveal of his tapered wolf-cock did.

Duke closed his eyes, inhaled, and then clawed his way back to his usual, confident personality. It wasn’t easy, not in this state, but he managed at least semblance of it.

“Alright,” he breathed. “Normally I’d say something about how I knew you couldn’t resist, but it’s not like I’m any better. So, let’s just… fuck.”

He was probably worse than her. But gods, he felt that gnawing need just badly as she did, and the puffy slit between her legs visibly clenching for him was damn near sending him over the edge all by itself.

“Yeah, let’s. Give it to me,” Annie snarled, and wrenched her hips upward, one leg dangling off the car seat and the other – both with exquisite black heels strapped to her paws – up near the headrests. Saying it out loud felt so sexy that he felt herself gush with wetness.

“Gladly. Fuck, you have no idea how badly I-” he panted, climbing on top of Annie. It felt like he was moving in a dream, and briefly, he worried that he might wake up too, until his tip brushed against her unprotected outer lips. But Annie pressed a finger against his lips in turn, and he went quiet.

“I fucking know. I know exactly. So just make it good for us both and breed me like a proper wolf,” she growled with naked need as her mind followed her body down that inevitable chain of reactions that’d lead to her fertilization. But right then, it felt like the only right thing to do, and denying it felt like sacrilege even if she didn’t want kits yet. So she nudged upwards, willingly embracing that fate she had tried to resist for so long, and relishing the sensation of Duke’s leaking tip pressing against her wide-open, vulnerable, and yet desperately hungry entrance.

And then he thrust, and they were both in mutual heaven, just about dissolving into the blissful relief of surrender, and initially quite unable to even move. She moaned out, and her entire body was rocked by a tremor of pleasure, leaving those inner muscles of hers eagerly clamping down around Duke’s cock. He groaned, struggling against the urge to go limp from the relief, or even better, to cum right now, with every instinct screaming at him to inseminate the beautiful vixen before she changed her mind.

Outside, they had passed the part with snow. There was nothing but dark forest, right now. It made what they were doing feel somehow forbidden, and in a way it was. It wasn’t acceptable to surrender to instincts and have unprotected sex like this, not in polite society. But they had left polite society back miles ago. Even in the warm embrace of the rogue cab, right now they were both little more than just horny animals. And so, he began to fuck her in earnest, despite knowing full well that he wouldn’t last, not with his mind soaked in her scent. He knew that she wouldn’t, either.

Neither of them wanted to, not anymore. There was only one way it could end.

Duke’s knot, already swelling up, kissed Annie’s slit. She moaned, and he gasped, muscles twitching to fight the urge to end it already. He desperately wanted to let go, but that’d just be impolite. Besides, sliding into her body was already amazing. She was so hot it was almost unbearable, her need incredibly tangible in both the slick wetness that left the penetration almost frictionless and demanded an animal roughness be present in his thrusts, and in the very literal heat. She was burning up, feverish, and that was what so easily eroded even the strongest woman and left them pregnant.

Duke loved that feeling. Sex was one thing. Sex with someone in heat, receptive to his seed, and begging for it was another entirely. It drove him just as wild as she was, and any consequences, they could face later.

Maybe they could sue Robocab for the pregnancy, too. After all, they had locked a vixen in heat in an enclosed space with a male. That counted as coercion.

But such matters were distant. What was right here was Annie’s rhythmic, instinctive squeezing around his shaft, and especially around his knot, trying to keep him inside her each time he sank in, and leaving the bulb tugging on her lips before popping out when he pulled out. Wetly, too. It was the most wonderful suction, the kind of sensation that made a male’s eyes roll back and his mind empty of all other concerns, feelings, everything except itself. And he kept thrusting.

Annie was, perhaps, not quite as lost as Duke was. To her, who was about face the consequences, there was a bittersweet edge to the pleasure, like bitters in a cocktail. Certainly, letting Duke fuck her came with an almost alcoholic buzz; sweet, soothing, and irresistible, even if she knew she’d suffer a nine month hangover. Maybe it was just fate. If it wasn’t, why did it feel so good? It was the age-old quandary that everyone in her situation faced. She could ask the brown wolf to stop. He could listen. Nothing would happen, then. No feeling his beautiful cock throb inside her. No deep, satisfying insemination. No nausea in a month and a swollen belly in another. No wonderful orgasm, creaming her fucking brains out around his bare fucking cock as it spurted her full of his seed. Oh, gods. She was slowly drowning in the pleasure. The fantasies of that most basic biological act. She had never been pregnant before, and now it would happen, because she could never ask Duke to stop, and it was all because the stupid truck trapped her.

And she didn’t even feel bad about it. She was in her thirties, that slutty inner voice told her. It’s time to just become a mommy. Have a few cute babies. You can wait with your career.

Duke throbbed inside her, a squirt of hot precum pressure-injected into her and splashing against her cervix, heralding what was to come. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

The car passed another small city. Neither Annie nor Duke cared even slightly about if they’d be seen, not when so deep in the throes of passion. Duke's thrusts grew more urgent and forceful as he neared his peak, each one punctuated by a guttural grunt. Annie met his passion with equal desire, her hips rising to meet his, pulling him deeper into her fertility. The leg that had been on the headrests was around the wolf’s hips, now. And then both legs, squeezing him desperately into herself. The scent of their mating filled the confined space, a heady perfume of pheromones and desire, and the vixen was barely allowing him to pull back to thrust at all.

For her, there was only the exquisite friction of Duke's thick shaft stretching her, the delicious pressure of his knot swelling inside her, locking them together as nature intended. As couples did every day. It was the most casual of pleasures, and yet so deeply, ineffably sublime. Make those mistakes, just like everyone else, Annie’s inner voice goaded her. Let him fill you! Be a stupid, pregnant statistic!

"Fuck, I'm close," Duke panted, slowly losing his fast rhythm and regressing into a frenzied, almost random series of sharp thrusts as he neared his peak. "I'm gonna, mrrrf, gonna breed you.”

He was quite lost in it all. As was any male who reached that point inside a fertile female with her scent filling nostrils. He pulled back – or tried to – and realized he couldn’t anymore. They were tied, and with that, their fates were sealed. He let out a howl as her sex clamped down hard around him in obvious, sweet, twitching release, and the vixen screamed too, in inarticulate feminine pleasure as she soaked Duke’s sheath with her warm nectar.

Even in the middle of all that ecstasy, she could feel it. It was as if the wolf’s shaft trembled inside her. Then it swelled, and then it twitched. For some reason, even in the middle of her orgasm, Annie thought about how this was what every woman felt – well, most – before conception, and the feeling almost made her feel like part of a greater whole, just like seeing so much of the world through the window of a car, only much more pleasurable.

She was just another animal. And in seconds, she’d have her pussy full of a male’s seed, hunting for, and finding her eggs. Such was the price of surrender.

Good slut.

Let that stranger seed your womb.

She came again before Duke throbbed the very first time, and yet she still felt that first rich squirt of cum splash against her cervix. It tickled in a wonderful, soothing way, the pressure and idea of it scratching the primitive heat-struck part of it. She was actually doing it! She was getting pregnant. By a stranger. In the back of a cab. Like a dumb slut in heat. Or maybe like a goddess, accepting the most intimate offering from her very first and most eager follower.

She received it joyfully. Squirt after squirt, rope after rope, soaking her pussy and womb. Annie swallowed hard, imagining Duke’s swimmers finding her now defenseless eggs, and came for the third time, so hard that she kicked the window. It still didn’t budge, but her sex made sure to milk every last drop of the virility that Duke offered out of him.

They were both barely conscious at the end of their primal little dance, and simply laid there, taking in the sight and scent of each other, as if only now measuring each other as actual partners, well after they’d done everything only partners should do. Duke looked a little sheepish, and Annie half unconscious. So they said nothing except sharing those exhausted smiles and glances.

Well. As fate would have it, the Robocab ran out battery not all too long after that, in the middle of a surprisingly busy intersection in a small town.

“Battery… out. Alerting… headquarters,” the in-car voice spoke, for the first time since the beginning of this ordeal. “Alert: Recovery slash rescue incoming in four hours,” it continued.

And there she laid. Annie, the fearsome businesswoman, with her legs spread and her overly fertile pussy filled to the brim with very, very virile seed. She felt a little self-conscious about it, but at the same time, it wasn’t as if she could’ve even pretended that it didn’t feel fantastic. It was just the timing that was awkward. She glanced at Duke, and he curled up around her, hiding them both in the back seat of the car.

At some point, the locals pushed the car aside and onto the side of the road, but they never noticed it had actual passengers. That was all well and good. Neither Annie nor Duke felt much of a desire to show themselves off right then and there, in the dead of night in a town that probably was old and conservative enough to value marriage before reproduction.

It was alright to simply stay hidden and unseen and wait for the Robocab employees to rescue to the two of them. The three of them, really, as both Annie and Duke knew but neither dared to mention. He was still inside her, and balls-deep inside her at that. They had fallen asleep like that, with his knot plugging her up and keeping all that babymaking seed safely inside her fertile depths. It helped the fertilization happen when neither of them moved, Annie remembered reading. That was why orgasms made women so tiired.

After waking up, he still hadn’t felt much of a desire to move, and she hadn’t asked him to.

“I do expect you to fuck me more when I’m all pregnant and horny,” Annie finally sighed, barely daring to crane her neck enough to catch a view of the town they were in. It was one of those small towns so average that you’d find it by searching for “small town” on the internet.

“I will,” Duke promised, and flexed his cock inside her. How many hours had they said it’d be? Four? That’d be plenty. He was rather glad he hadn’t ended up struggling to resist the entire way, and by the look on her face, so was Annie. She seemed positively ecstatic, still, or at least plunged into deep, mother-making bliss and euphoria by her body as she enjoyed the sticky, wet, and warm feeling of being full of cum.

Best of all, legal system willing, their inevitable offspring together would have a nice nest egg to start their life with, Duke thought, and then he – unwilling to miss the opportunity for just a little more in the now-still car – began to move his hips again, working his cock deeper into Annie’s cum-soaked body in search of another orgasm.