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The late shift had its perks. Ryder could sleep in until midday, traffic was barely an issue, and she had the office all to herself after five. The sergal's role at the company was to manage the after-hours inbox, which received just enough emails for her to not become bored. However, there was plenty of time to goof off. Sometimes she'd slowly spin in her office chair while playing one of those time-waster phone games, others it was texting friends around the world.

And sometimes, when her seasonal heat got the better of her, Ryder performed fanservice in the office's camera blind spot. Like any good office worker, the sergal was a horny, horny degenerate online. One Friday evening, long after the sun had set, she stripped out of her boring business-casual to reveal lingerie. The lacy underwear hugged her hefty breasts nicely, though they did little in the way of concealing anything. Even less so at the sergal's crotch, where the panties' lack of bottom showed off her pussy in a way that would allow a cock to slide right in. She loved wearing things like this, knowing her coworkers had no idea – and wondered if any of them dressed similarly.

More than that, though, Ryder loved teasing her online friends. The rush she got was overpowering, amplified by her heat. She aimed her phone camera, finding an angle to show off her black and red-furred body without including her face, then snapped a few pics of her chest, capturing the way her perky pink nipples poked at the bra. Next, a tantalising view of the sergal's abdomen with the edge of her sex peeking into frame. Ryder uploaded both to the group chat, then dug around in her handbag to find a collar – a special treat for her horny friends.

It was a dog collar, the kind with short decorative spikes to imitate what the shepherding dogs wore to ward off wolves aiming for their neck. Ryder made it tight on her neck, displacing the fur under the leather, then took one last picture. By then, a few of her friends had noticed the previous images and given their praise. She fed upon the encouraging comments, like a succubus getting its nourishment, then showed off her new collar.

The raunchy compliments flowed freely, and a few of her friends responded with sexy pictures of their own. If only, she thought, dipping a few fingers into her moist honeypot, if only they could fuck my brains out instead of living on the opposite side of the world. With significant effort, the horny sergal stopped herself from masturbating to climax – the last time she'd done so required an hour of cleanup and a suspicious explanation the next day.

Oh, she'd have fun with her knotted toy tonight. Ryder exposed herself again and again to her friends, more than she usually would thanks to her hormone-afflicted body. The latter half of her shift rolled into a feverish frenzy of exchanging nudes that left the sergal in danger of dripping all over her seat. She flicked between several appetising dick-pics, wishing she could ride each and every one of them while her pussy clenched on her fingers.

Then, she noticed the time: barely half an hour left, and she'd neglected to look at any emails for god knows how long. Ryder groaned when the inbox showed several inquiries that needed her attention. The sergal hastily cleaned herself up then tapped away at the keyboard, thankfully getting the urgent work all done by the time the clock struck ten. She so very badly wanted to dip into the bathroom to get some relief, but she couldn't afford to stay any longer, she never could. There was only one train left to catch at this time of night, and if she missed it, it was a very long walk home.

The pent-up energy would have to stay. At least, until she got home to her toy. The promise of that silicone knot had the sergal rubbing her thighs together, and again she had to force herself to stop; the few passengers she'd be sharing a carriage with would have to deal with the intoxicating smell of her heat, the least she could do was not add to that. With no small amount of sexual frustration, Ryder packed her things then headed out to the station.

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The best way to meet people is often to maintain a routine. Stopping by at a coffee shop every morning, going to the same yoga class, or frequenting a multiplayer game; having a place you can reliably be found and recognised allows others to find you, then strangers stop being strangers.

Catching the late train home every weekday made Ryder a familiar face to some, and she recognised many others also on their way home after a shift like her own. For instance, the brown wolf that almost always shared her carriage. Out of habit, the sergal always sat in the last car, a habit the wolf shared. They would sit opposite each other, fiddling on their phones and never making more than eye contact, Ryder in her business casual and him in a manual labour getup, complete with luminescent vest. Sometimes there were others. A grey rat, a river otter, a blue and white skunk. Today, they were absent, or at least didn't share the same seating habits.

When Ryder slipped through the sliding doors, just as they were closing, she found herself alone with that brown wolf and suddenly remembered what she had to deal with on the regular: the wolf's scent. He looked exhausted, head leaning against the glass with eyes closed, and his legs spread rather offensively. Just like the sergal couldn't smell her own heat, she figured the canine didn't realise how damn musky he was. Some days it was irritating, others it was arousing. Ryder's pesky womb ensured it was the latter.

He'd clearly been working hard all day, doing whatever it is that he does, hence the exhaustion – and the masculine scent emanating from his fur. Not wanting to disturb their rest, Ryder quietly slipped into a seat and glanced around. Not a single soul besides her and the wolf. There had always been at least a third, marking today as the first exception. She sighed in relief, knowing that the only one she'd disturb with her scent seemed to be asleep, though the way his ears flicked when the train rattled told her differently.

Just when she thought she could ignore him, the devilish heat in her womb whispered horny things, directing the sergal's eyes to the other passenger's crotch. There was a tantalising bulge, pronounced by the way his legs parted for all to see. Perhaps he'd close them if he knew he was no longer alone. Perhaps he did know, and was giving her a chance to look, or even expected the sergal to arrive at this time of night, as she always did. Ryder squirmed in her seat, forced to imagine lewd situations where none existed.

The wolf had no idea he was being ogled freely by a woman in heat, probably. If he could smell her, surely he'd close those powerful legs. Alas, Ryder found herself unable to look anywhere else as her mind filled with the scent of her own arousal. No, not mine, his, she realised. The sergal could almost visualise the musk wafting from his bulge, like a lewd fog intent on ruining her panties. It was impossible to say who started it, her heat or the wolf's scent. The result was the same: Ryder's eager pussy became increasingly damp, and the bulge in his navy-blue pants grew larger.

The devil on Ryder's shoulder persisted, and soon she was rubbing herself through her pants. It was fine, right? There was nobody around except the wolf and he wasn't paying her any attention – the moment he moved, she'd stop, so until then she could enjoy a bit of harmless relief. Of course, Ryder would get no satisfaction, just as her devious heat intended. Her body demanded to be bred by a male; anything less than that would only serve to make her hornier until she made that mistake. She stared at the wolf, almost hypnotised, rubbing herself wet as she fantasised about fucking herself on his cock. It had to be big, given the way it tented. She licked her lips.

The train carriage jigged from side to side, stirring the wolf and causing Ryder to freeze. He began to shift. Ryder's paw yanked out of her pants on reflex, dripping with arousal – she couldn't remember slipping it inside – then acted nonchalant. The other passenger readjusted himself, never opening his eyes, then moved a paw down to grope his stiffening bulge. He really had no idea she was there!

Ryder squirmed on her seat as she watched the wolf's thumb rub up and down, shifting his tented pants in a way that demanded the sergal's gaze. She whimpered inwardly, why today of all days? She had half a mind to pounce onto them and ride until the train terminated. If it were any other day, she'd clear her throat or move to another carriage. Alas, her judgement was clouded, and the devil in her ear had no counterpart to compete against. With every passing moment, another layer of hesitation crumbled.

He's not doing it on purpose, he doesn't know I'm here.

_ He's in a public space, he knows he is putting on a show. _

I should let him know I'm here, this is indecent.

_ You like this. You love imagining the shape of his cock. _

This has already gone too far.

_ Not far enough. Ride him. _

I can't, we'll get caught!

_ There's only a few in the adjacent car. There's no way they'll hear you. _

This is a terrible idea… I'm in heat!

_ Exactly why you should fuck him. _

What if he doesn't want it?

_ Of course he does. Make him yours. _

The devil laughed as Ryder stood up, leaving a glistening patch where her sodden pants had touched. She glanced through the window between carriages and noted a familiar otter dozing off. No one else. Nobody would stop her from getting what her pussy craved. The sergal dropped her pants, allowing the cool night air to tickle her thighs matted with feminine arousal. The wolf sniffed, detecting the female's scent more clearly, yet continued to rub himself unperturbed.

Ryder quietly ruffled through her bag, taking care not to alert the other passenger before she sprung her surprise, then pulled out the spiked collar. She opened it, ready to slip on and fasten around the wolf's thick neck in one swift motion. She stalked the width of the carriage, her movement easily concealed by the clatter of the rails. Her expression was manic, taken over by an animal in mating season smelling their partner. His scent was intoxicating, and always had been, she just wasn't vulnerable like she was now. It seeped into her mind, turning her into a creature ruled by her lust. Was that the wolf's goal tonight? Maybe the wolf didn't want to lure females into pouncing him.

It hardly mattered; that's what was going to happen. Ryder stood within inches, her knees almost touching his paw while it idly rubbed. The tension could be snapped with a finger – and the wolf still had no idea. She hovered in his personal space, huffing that masculine scent and battling the last vestige of resistance that would prevent her from committing a crime. The damn wolf thought he could get away with being hot and smelling like that every night. Everything he had coming was his fault, really.

The train rattled, the wolf stirred, then the carriage filled with shadow as the interior lighting flicked for a moment. Ryder jumped into action, straddling the larger male and wrapping the collar in one swift move. All he managed was a startled grunt before the lights stabilised a few second later, and by then he was collared like a dog with a horny sergal in his lap.

“Wha- uhh??"

“Shhh~"

Ryder held a finger to her lips, which confused the wolf enough so that he obeyed. Drowsiness, the sudden intimacy, and the sergal's heat scent threw off his senses long enough for her to get in his pants. Before he could really start struggling, her paw found his length, already semi-hard and slick with delicious arousal. He gripped her by the shoulder, ready to throw her off, but her claw tips dragged sensually over his most vulnerable parts. A warning. The wolf looked conflicted, so she whispered into his big, fuzzy ear.

“Slide those pants down before I shred something. You want it. I need it."

Half threat, half pickup-line, good enough to make the dog submit. She fondled his heavy orbs in one palm – just one really, they were like oranges – while he reached down to shimmy his pants off. Halfway down his thighs was all she needed. Ryder tugged the brown wolf's boxers and freed his shaft, allowing it to spring up and throb angrily between their furred bellies. The canine was even bigger than she'd expected, approaching the length and girth of her own forearm - her inner walls clenched in anticipation. A bead of precum gathered at his tapered tip, then rolled down several inches of veiny shaft before sliding around the beginnings of his growing knot. She badly wanted to suck him off, but the burning in her womb was far more urgent.

Immediately, the sergal's prehensile clit coiled around it, lubing the wolf with her own juices. She was wet enough that she glistened in the light and would have left a sticky trail were she to walk. Ryder gave his sheath a squeeze and rubbed the fur dampened by musk alone, then brought the paw up to her nose and huffed.

Her pussy juiced itself over his crotch as she came from the intensity of his scent. He was exactly what she needed, consequences be damned, and she knew she'd be leaving with a pup or two if he tied. When he tied. Legs still shaking, the sergal lowered into the wolf's lap, arms wrapped around his collared neck. He remained uncomfortable and hesitant – until Ryder's clit pulled his tapered tip to nudge at her slippery entrance.

Then, the canine let out a gasp he'd clearly been holding in. Those powerful paws found her ass, gave a squeeze, then forced her down. With how sodden she was, Ryder could have taken a male right down to their base with no resistance. However, this dog felt more like a horse given how wide he was stretching her. With considerable effort, the sergal lowered all the way down until her pillowy ass rested on his balls, taking even the uninflated knot into her drooling cunt.

She came again, twitching and howling – except he had the sense to silence her with a kiss. There was no love, only a primal hunger that drove them to taste the inside of each other's mouths. The wolf remained fully inside Ryder, allowing her to adjust while their maws intertwined, heads turning at opposite angles as those with long snouts must.

To their horror, the train rolled to a stop and the doors opened. Ryder and the nameless wolf froze, as if that would save them from being spotted if anyone were to join their carriage. They waited with bated breath for somebody to appear, knowing it was far too late to disentangle themselves completely. Ryder could feel the wolf's heartbeat through his throbbing length, which quickened when they simultaneously spotted a rabbit. They were in a hurry, jogging onto the platform and towards the train. They'd take the closest car, they'd see Ryder riding dick in public, and then-

The rabbit passed the windows of their carriage, hurrying to get into the second last one before the doors closed. Ryder offered a silent prayer to whatever made the bunny decide to skip over them and completely fail to notice her performing cowgirl through the windows. The pair exhaled a sigh of relief as the door slid shut and the platform gradually disappeared into shadow. They remained alone in the empty car. Nobody but Ryder and her pet wolf.

She jerked the collar, reminding him of who was in control. The wolf was nothing more than an obedient dildo for her to ride and put an end to her demanding heat. Clearly he didn't mind, since he grinned and raised her hips halfway, then let gravity impale the girl on his cock again. This time, the knot was partially swollen and didn't allow her all the way. No words were needed; they would work that knot inside and then the sergal would get the creampie of her life.

Ryder rode the wolf's lap – a wolf she didn't even know the name of – and moaned as her insides reshaped to accommodate. Had she known the canine she saw every night was packing such heavy equipment, she'd be carrying his pups already. Together, they moaned, free to do so thanks to the noisy nature of their transport. Within the carriage, only they would hear the squelching of knotted cock sinking into her cunt. Only they'd smell the heady scent of raw mating, or see two strangers lost in the passion of a heated moment, built up over countless nights.

Her legs gave out as she came a third time, or was it the fourth? It didn't matter; Ryder was in heaven. A bustling crowd of people could have entered at the next stop and she would keep riding the stud like it was her purpose. Her womb begged for seed, and her pussy was eager to feel every inch of him. Her sergal clit wrapped around that thick knot, trying to pull it in as the paws on her hips pushed her down. Together, they sealed Ryder's fate.

The fleshy bulb popped in, bringing her right to the edge of climax once again. She sat in her lover's lap, riding a constant wave of pleasure that drowned out everything else in the universe. If either looked, they'd see a cock-shaped outline in the sergal's abdomen, but they were too busy making out, tongues entwined once again. She loved him. Loved his cock. Loved the way the handsome wolf was about to fulfil the craving deep inside her womb. His hips gyrated and stirred up Ryder's insides, building an orgasm that she would never come back from, not truly.

The warmth inside her grew hotter, then molten. It took her nerves a moment to realise she was being inseminated, but when they did, she near screamed in orgasm. The sergal's body became a goopy liquid wracked with pleasure as she collapsed into his arms, instinctively trying to be as close as possible to her mate. As the wolf's balls emptied, Ryder's belly took on a paunch. The sheer volume of seed made her feel bloated, and certainly assured her pregnancy. The sergal hadn't thought of pregnancy at all, nor was she ready to have a child. Instead of consequences and the next nine months, there was only one thing on her mind:

Cum.

So much glorious baby-batter to end her heat in the dirtiest possible way. Ryder cummed her brains out until there was nothing but a twitching beast in the wolf's lap. Her pussy milked him, squeezing out every drop even though there was no need. Not a single sperm spilled from the perfect knot keeping her sealed, though that would have to change quickly.

By the time she gathered her wits, or what was left of them, the train had come to a stop again. Ryder's head wobbled up enough to see outside, then after some gears slowly turned, she realised she was one stop away from home. Her focus turned to the wolf, who was staring intently at the windowed door connecting the cars. “You're pretty loud when you cum all over my cock, sergal. If there's anyone in the next car, I think they know."

A blush crept onto her cheeks as the realisation hit her. She was knotted by a stranger on a fucking train. Filled to bursting with his sticky load, and almost definitely pregnant. There was no condom, she wasn't on the pill, and there was no way she'd find a way to clean out her tunnel before his swimmers ravaged her eggs. The sergal rested her chin on the brown wolf's shoulder and watched the station platform begin to drift away, wondering where she might get a morning-after pill. There, amongst the shadow – that familiar otter. Ryder made eye contact with them, and they shot her a knowing smile before disappearing into the night as the train accelerated towards its next stop.

Somebody really did see their blatant mating. Why did that make it hotter?

“I'm gonna need to pull out of you. Your stop's next."

Ryder frowned, still slow to process anything that wasn't the dick attaching her to the wolf. “How'd you-“

“C'mon, I watch you get off every day. And quite a few times tonight."

“…Shut up."

The sergal tried raising herself – to no avail. The wolf put his paws underneath her shoulders and lifted. Nothing. She was stuck tight. Ryder's insides clenched, causing the wolf to wince as another dribble of semen was forced out of him. To her erotic discomfort, he actually got up from the seat and stood, supporting her entire weight with his length and arms.

“You need to stop squeezing missy."

“I can't help it!" she exclaimed, hiding her face in her paws while she hung from his dick. “You gotta force me off-“

“Crap!"

He quickly snatched up Ryders pants and helped her back into them (mostly), then took a seat as the next station came into view. For one reason or another, this one had a handful of commuters at this godawful hour. They sat together in the corner seat, using the sergal's purse to hide their obvious joining, then wrapped his thick arms around her in a tender gesture as one, two, then three passengers joined them.

Thankfully, they were just as exhausted as the wolf and paid them no mind. A glace showed them a man with his girl sitting in his lap – unusual, but nothing terribly strange. For the next several minutes Ryder had to maintain a poker face while fully impaled on the biggest dick she'd ever taken. What was she thinking?! Of course having sex on a train was a terrible idea. Would she do it again? Yes, obviously.

One by one the other passengers departed until it was just her and the soon-to-be father of her children left. Ryder found herself unable to relax the whole time, thus they remained firmly tied when the train arrived at the wolf's stop. She grabbed her purse and he stood, bringing her with him.

“Don't worry sergal, I doubt we'll run into anyone here." He said, stepping out onto the platform. The area was dark and deserted, though he knew where he was going. “I ain't walking you home, so you're coming with me." As assured, Ryder didn't see anybody else while the wolf took her to his house.

The air chilled Ryder, but the wolf was so very warm; she leaned back into him, enjoying the knot-and-carry. Not like she had a choice, anyway. She held onto his spiky collar for support, like the loops that dangled from the roof of the train as her 'ride' carried her through dimly lamplit streets. No need for her knotty toy back home when she had a new favourite, she mused.

“I suppose you and I could have a rather enjoyable weekend together." She purred, then leaned up to give the canine a quick peck on the cheek. “Ryder, by the way."

“Duke. Nice to meet you."