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The Lust Virus, part 1

When the news first broke of a virus that caused hypersexuality was going around, the reactions came in three waves.

First, everyone panicked and did their best to combat the spread, like a grim echo of the plague year of 2020. Second, a significant part of the population – men, mostly, confirming the stereotype that everyone already knew to be true – began to ask why it’d be a problem to be hypersexual, especially if it meant that women also became like that. Naturally, those more attracted to other males had felt similarly from the first moment, but the realization came later for the majority.

The third wave was realizing that while men were, perhaps, horny most of the time, or at the drop of a hat, they weren’t really horny all the time, which was an entirely different curse of constant erections, foggy minds, and a desperate need for validation through, well, sex, in the form of an addiction to the act so intense that it put the cravings of dope fiends to shame.

Then, with the damage mostly done and a significant part of the population already infected, the attempts to curtail the spread began again, though it wasn’t without a certain effect on the cultural zeitgeist. With so many people so hopelessly horny and addicted to sex, there was little patience left for puritan efforts at modesty and bans of whatever sexuality they deemed immoral.

There was an upside to it. The virus outcompeted and destroyed all of the former sexually transmitted diseases. It hijacked the bacteria and simply left no space for the viruses.

Four years after the first outbreak, the world had changed to its very core, with sexuality becoming celebrated rather than shamed, and although those infected with the virus were still required to disclose their status – and to take precautions to limit the spread – they became a kind of modern-day equivalent of what tuberculosis patients had been in Victorian England. A kind of desirable sickness, a fashionable disease that many sought out for themselves.

Or sometimes, they sought it out for their partners in relationships where that lusty flame had long since been extinguished. That was entirely illegal, but laws rarely stopped people by themselves.

Another four years after that, scientists announced that a cure was near. They had isolated the genome of the virus, successfully identified and blocked the receptors that it used to bind to and manipulate them, and thus effectively developed a vaccine. It had only been tested in mice so far, but that revelation sparked another round of massive cultural changes in society. That was just around the time that Eleanor – Ellie to her friends and acquaintances – turned eighteen in her last year of high school, along with her friends.

The fox had dreaded that moment. Not because she didn’t want to be an adult. Like most teenagers, she absolutely wanted to be an adult. She dreaded it because it meant that she could legally have sex with anyone she wanted, and that meant risks. The old kinds of sexually transmitted diseases had, from what she read, been bad enough, but those caused awful symptoms, and sane people hadn’t wanted to spread them. With this one, the plague that had defined her entire youth, some madmen wanted just that.

Of course, just not having sex was an option, but everyone else was doing it, and it felt like they were doing it all the time. All of Ellie’s friends talked about how hard their boyfriends and girlfriends and everything-in-between friends fucked them. How big their cocks were, how wet their pussies were, how good they were with their mouths and fingers. A few of them had already caught the virus and those boys and girls were popular now. The masks they had to wear in public to avoid spreading the virus the during the initial infection when it was still spread by aerosols – later on, it became less concentrated, only spreading through sex and heavy droplets – were seen as a cool thing. A desirable thing. Everyone flocked to them, and even those who hadn’t yet been infected were influenced by the culture around it.

In these modern days, the populations of high schools across the world were divided into two. Last year, and every other year. This was specifically because of another little change that had happened in most civilizations in the last half-decade: owing to the popularization of sex beyond just something that adults did in bedrooms while being slightly ashamed of themselves. It had become something that was perfectly acceptable to do in public spaces, as long as it didn’t actively disrupt things. Somewhat akin to using a phone, really.

That was why everything had been restructured so that the adults were kept strictly separated from the kids. And now, Ellie had crossed that terrifying line. Of course, all the worst aspects of being in high school remained. Her friends were the same idiots that they had always been, bar for maybe a few of her closest ones. She still couldn’t wait to get out of there and get started with college, where people had at least a little bit more self-control and brains to compensate for the raging horniness.

Ellie hoped so, at least, as she walked past a pair of her classmates not so inconspicuously rutting against a wall by the lockers, and into class, where she sat between her two best friends, Annie and Lilac. Annie was an otter; playful to a fault, to the point where she had missed a few exams because of parties or events. Lilac was a rabbit with seemingly perfect self-control and an equally perfect poker face. She was nice, but very hard for anyone to really read, unless she wanted them to; the one outwards-facing trait she had was she had high hopes for other people and generally believed the best about them.

The three girls had talked mostly about the infection, and how could they not? These days, the virus was simply an inescapable central topic of conversation in most settings, especially in their age group. Annie had a theory that some students were definitely catching the virus deliberately to have an excuse to “fuck around”, while not considering the consequences that it’d have for their adult life. Lilac didn’t believe it, because she was an eternal optimist who simply couldn’t accept that someone would willingly ruin their life instead of focusing on the future. Then again, Lilac also assumed the virus had been engineered, owing to its very unusual way of outcompeting other viruses.

Who would want to be teenager levels of horny forever, she asked, and Annie’s answer to that was the opposite: “almost everyone, probably”.

Still, all three were firmly determined to not risk catching it themselves, even if Annie had admitted that she, like so many others, thought that the whole thing was “kinda hot”. It was easy to think that when you weren’t constantly busy fantasizing about sex and feeling alone and miserable if you weren’t riding that wave of pleasure and orgasm, Ellie thought. Sort of like having huge tits, probably. Having them was a common fantasy with young women, but the reality was a lot of back pain and difficulty fitting into clothes they wanted.

Or huge cocks, for the less-than-fair sex. She couldn’t even imagine how annoying life with a cock so long it reached your knees would’ve been, and yet it was a common fantasy. Reality and fantasy simply didn’t always align. Physics got in the way. And on the specific topic of the “lust virus” as people had been calling it, it had some very noticeable negatives that were almost impossible to portray as anything else. No doubt the teacher would go over those again in just a few seconds, Ellie mused.

“Right, class. This will be the last lecture you lot get about the virus,” the tired-looking old bear stated, the usual murmuring quickly dying down. “The very last one. Because at this point, you’re all old enough to make your own bad decisions, right?”

An approving chorus of mhms and yeahs resonated through the classroom. Most of Ellie’s peers were indeed tired of hearing about it, but it was a life-changing occurrence if you got it, so the vixen herself didn’t mind. It was like driving lessons; if you didn’t learn everything, you’d probably die in a car crash, and some points needed repetition.

“Okay. Let’s cut out all the stuff you all already know,” the bear said. “The virus started off as FLV-1. Then it evolved a few times, and each time the main difference was that it became more infectious. We’re up to FLV-6 by now, which as you know spreads through both droplets and sex. Thankfully, it’s still not airborne after the initial infection, during which the masks you all love are effective, and as such we can limit spread…”

He went on to go through the basics. A lot of it was still stuff they already knew, but the bear had a pleasant rumble of a voice, so mostly, everyone was happy listening to him anyway. He’d always been Ellie’s favorite, too.

“So, long story short, they say that they’re very close to developing a vaccine, and that should finally put an end to this whole era,” the teacher sighed. “It should probably be available soon, so don’t trip up just before the finish line, you know?”

Without waiting for any sort of response, he went on to describe what exactly the virus did, with another apology about how “they probably knew all the symptoms by now” but that this was in fact the very last time they’d have to hear all of it.

“So, when you get infected, there’s typically an immediate reaction after it happens. Dizziness, swooning, a hazy kind of desire and intoxication. Terrible, terrible… I’d say arousal, but you’re all adults, and I’m tired of saying that word, so I’ll say the way everyone else does: horniness. In that moment it’ll feel amazing. Then your body begins to try to fight it off, but it fails, so within a day or two, it’ll develop into something worse,” he explained, and then drew a deep breath as he continued.

“It starts off as a high fever, and people have all kinds of names for that. Something lust, whatever flames, etcetera, because lust is hot, right? I don’t need to give you all the examples, but if you develop a high fever after sex with someone you can probably start adjusting to your new lifestyle,” he told them. “That lasts about a day too. Then after that you quickly start experiencing completely unbearable arousal, but that’s not the end of it. If it was, we’d probably all have it, because well, I can say this now that you’re adults: people like being horny. So, what’s the downside? Anyone?”

Lilac raised her hand. “It’s because of the whole self-esteem thing, right?”

“Yes, correct. Those who catch the virus end up dependent on that physical contact for affirmation, and I mean, totally addicted to it, which typically means sex. They usually feel terrible or outright worthless if not constantly, well… being pleasured. It warps your brain chemistry to cause addiction,” the bear noted, expanding on Lilac’s answer. “And that’s why it’s so destructive to any kind of future prospects. Victims quickly start focusing only on sex with anyone to keep themselves feeling good, and while that certainly makes them popular, there’s only so much of a career you can manage if you feel a compulsive need to, you know copulate with everyone in sight. That, and you’ll be a parent before you know it. Bit worse for the girls, since you’ll be the one that’s pregnant.”

It sounded like a horrible fate to Ellie, who had no idea how Annie could find it “hot” in the slightest. Maybe because it’d feel like a liberation of sorts. An excuse to not really have to try, and as long as you kept getting fucked, you’d feel pretty good about it all. Of course, doing that was liable to spread it sooner or later, which was why it was so infectious; being intimate felt good, or even necessary, and that enabled faster, wider spread. The virus had cracked the code that not even measles had managed to; if you make people want to spread a disease, it will indeed spread, and it will spread far faster than any other one ever had.

“And like I said, and feel like I have to repeat, remember the fact that you’ll probably end up with babies because a lack of condoms will feel a lot less important than getting that immediate gratification,” the teacher pointed out. “Goes for both the boys and the girls, since you’ll still have to pay child support if you knock someone up. Now multiply that by like, twenty, by the time you’re twenty-five, and you see how that’s gonna go.”

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“I know I’m pretty old, and here comes the part where I sound like a total boomer, but honestly, the idea that anyone would willingly want to catch that virus is crazy to me. The fact that victims are seen as cool is even worse. It’s like all you kids care about are media trends and, like I said, instant gratification over more long-lasting satisfaction….”

Some of the class nodded. Others grumbled about something that sounded generally negative. Ellie thought he had a point, but Annie wouldn’t agree. As for Lilac, she liked sticking to facts and rarely showed what she really thought about anything, so it was impossible to guess what the bunny felt. Sometimes, Ellie wasn’t sure if she was repressing her emotions or simply hiding them. She didn’t seem depressed given how much she hoped for others to fare well, but she never talked about herself.

And speaking of depression, Annie was hiding something, too. The partying she did was definitely compensating for something else, because at times she was obsessive about it. A weekend with no event meant that she was barely communicable at all the week after, evidently absorbed in her own negative thoughts.

Ellie was nothing like either of them. She was simply an average girl who really wanted to go to college. Or at least, that was her self-analysis. She wanted to do research and big, important things. To contribute to the world, like the scientists developing a vaccine for FLV-6 were. That was her dream. But that was what made them such good friends; the differences made them all able to contribute to a conversation from their own, unique perspectives. It sure beat the “cool” groups where the topic was usually just sex. Even if Annie had leaned towards those at one point, too.

“And yeah, what else?” the bear sighed. “Spreads more or less like the flu initially. That’s why everyone who has it has to wear a mask when around other people at first. After that, basically only by direct contact with saliva or more intimate fluids. So, no more sex without condoms and you’ll always get to wear a mask during intimate moments. Oh, youthful arrogance…”

After going through all the details, the teacher dismissed them. Outside of the classroom, Ellie, Annie, and Lilac grouped up again.

“I agree with him, at least. No idea who’d willingly catch that bug,” Ellie said.

Annie thwapped her thick tail against the wall. “Well, obviously you can’t, Ms. Definitely-Going-To-College. It’d probably be really bad for your grades,” she laughed.

“But Annie thinks it’s hot,” Lilac reminded them.

“Yeah, but I mean, I dunno, I don’t think I’d go that far. It’s easy enough to get laid without being sick,” the otter grinned. “You should try it. Both of you.”

“And risk catching the virus when a vaccine is maybe a year away?” Ellie complained, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, you girls are taking it way too seriously,” one of the boys laughed. This one was a shark, part of the jock clique if anything. Shane, if Ellie remembered correctly. She was notoriously bad with names, but she did remember the extremely fit body – it had featured in her fantasies more than once – and his somewhat airheaded attitude. “Could be fun to just fuck all day, don’t you think?”

“I mean, maybe,” Annie replied playfully, fluttering her eyes at him. She was just as much of a hopeless flirt. “What, are you offering a free trial?”

Ellie sighed. “No, it really wouldn’t be,” she started, but then, seeing how Annie was noticeably excited at the prospect of getting to fuck one of the class himbos, relented. “Unless you really like sex, I guess.”

“Hey, give it a try one day, I could always do both you and your otter friend one after the other,” the shark grinned. Shark grins were really something special, the vixen thought, with so many sharp teeth.

But wasn’t he acting a little hornier than usual? They’d been in the same class for… years. Sure, Shane had been a flirty airhead before, but he’d never really approached Annie, much less Ellie. Could that mean what she thought it meant?

Annie smiled at the shark, and stepped closer, sensually placing a hand against his chest, only to nearly jump backwards. “Holy shit, you’re burning up!” she exclaimed. “You gotta go see a doctor!”

“I feel fine,” Shane groaned. “Just a little cold or something.”

“Yeah, I think he might’ve caught it,” Lilac observed, in her usual neutral but somewhat curious tone. “Must be, if he’s not feeling sick. Should definitely go see the school nurse about that.”

Ellie saw the otter bite her lip. “…well, he’s not infectious yet, right?” Annie asked.

“Oh, come on, you’re not seriously thinking of fucking him, are you?” she exclaimed. “Yeah, he’s not supposed to be infectious yet, but there’s still a damn risk!”

The shark looked at Annie with a hopeful look in his eyes. He sniffled. “I mean, I’ll wear a mask if you want me to,” he said. “I’m just… really noticing how fucking hot you are. All three of you, really!”

Ellie felt a little bit concerned about that. She wasn’t ugly or anything, but she wasn’t the kind of girl that people flirted with. “Yeah well, count me out,” she stated, bluntly. “And count Allie out-”

“No, actually, maybe don’t count me out,” the otter grinned, stepping closer to the shark again. “I like playing with fire, you know that. Even if he is infected it won’t really be a risk yet… and I’ve kinda always wanted to try- squeak!”

She let out that squeak as the shark greedily grabbed her chest and squeezed her through the sweater. Internally, Allie knew this was a little too much, a little too close to the flame, but she felt so goddamn needy just thinking about fucking someone who had that damn virus. Especially when it was so early that she could fantasize about catching it but not actually get sick. And the shark was so warm that, now that she was expecting it, it felt really nice to touch him.

“Well, you know the risks you’re taking,” Lilac noted. “I’m gonna watch.”

“Watch? Like… what, watch her get fucked?” Ellie complained. It had only been a few hours since the school year started and apparently, she was expected to just be totally okay with all this sex happening around her.

But at the same time, the vixen would’ve been lying if she claimed that she didn’t feel an excited little tingle at the thought of watching. She did understand the appeal of risk, but unlike Allie, she’d never take that kind of risk outside of pure fantasy.

“Yeah, I mean, that’s okay now. We’re adults,” Lilac laughed. It was very rare to hear the bunny laugh at all, which suggested that she was either very excited, or very nervous to disrupt her usually well-honed expression of neutrality, but only for a second, before she was back to normal. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course.”

She did kind of want to.

Annie had pushed the shark against a wall and was currently fighting the urge to kiss him as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. His slipped under her shirt; hers, into his pants, and the otter was instantly very pleased with the bulky erection that her fingers found and wrapped around. He felt huge, bigger than the dildos she usually used or any lover that she could remember. Did the virus cause that, too, or was he just naturally hung as hell?

Either way, it was hot. Unbearably hot. She squeezed harder, with the shark pulling her top over her head and baring her naked tits. Annie didn’t wear bras when she didn’t have to, and the thrill of the small crowd quickly gathering around them turned her on enough to make her nipples harden instantly.

Usually, students were encouraged to at least find an empty room. That was the polite thing to do, but oversexed teenagers were hardly the most polite.

Oh, was this ever playing with fire, she thought, but she had always liked thrills and risks, and this was the ultimate form of it. Well, almost. It wasn’t like she was sharing needles or risking an overdose, just a silly little infection, and she was already really horny, so there’d barely be a difference anyway.

He’s not infectious yet, anyway.

She clumsily unbuttoned the shark’s jeans, and then, pulled out his girthy cock. Her growing audience gasped, and the shark himself throbbed against her fingers, groaning with pleasure as she squeezed him in plain sight of everyone. Only none of them would get to have him, not right now. For a few minutes, Shane was entirely hers. He throbbed again as she began to stroke him, probably better than anyone had before given that she actually had some experience in playing with men, and soon, the shark groaned again, precum trickling onto her hand.

“Do you really think she’s going to fuck him?” Ellie asked, whispering to Lilac.

“Probably. At this point it’s kinda hard to stop, if I understand it correctly,” the rabbit whispered back. “But she probably shouldn’t.”

“But he’s not infectious, right?” Ellie continued.

“He might be. And she’ll probably get knocked up, I don’t see any condoms being used,” Lilac replied.

Annie certainly wasn’t thinking about them. She didn’t quite dare kiss the shark, but in her heated state she reasoned that it’d be totally okay to just taste him at least, because that thick, throbbing manhood looked delicious. And the virus was actually less concentrated in cum than in saliva during the initial phase of infection. The otter sank to her knees and kissed the tip, the shark’s hips twitching in response as her tongue swiped over that wet cumslit and around the swollen head of his cock. Precum leaked onto her tongue now, and she certainly didn’t mind the taste, so she took him deeper, pursing her lips around him and enjoying the fact that they were being watched perhaps even more than the fact that she was sucking such a sexy cock.

“O-oh, fuck,” was all Shane could muster, all that cockiness going out the window the moment Annie’s mouth engulfed him. He hadn’t expected to get this lucky today, but at the same time, it was exactly what he needed, because the “fever” he had was making him so ravenously horny that his body was threatening to act on its own anyway. And so, Annie bobbing her wet mouth back and forth on his cock was like heaven, her plump lips squeezing his shaft even more so, and her tongue lashing against his frenulum, toying with his foreskin perhaps the most so.

As she swallowed his precum with more than a little urgency and greed, Annie suddenly began to feel rather light-headed. She thought nothing much of it; she did love sex, and the exhibitionistic aspect would be a was a pretty strong high for anyone, surely, so much so that it made her pussy clench as a haze of lust descended upon her. She hadn’t necessarily planned to go the whole way, but it was increasingly feeling like a brilliant idea with each passing second. Her pussy felt woefully empty, the poor little thing drooling for a thick cock like Shane’s inside it.

Not infectious, not infectious- oh, fuck it.

She pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet slurp. “Let’s do it,” she commanded, hoarsely, standing up and then leaning against the wall. Fuck. She needed it so badly.

Shane couldn’t believe his luck, because as it happened, he felt the equally strong urge to dump his load in a welcoming pussy lest his balls just burst. Or that was what it felt like anyway. His sense of self-worth spiked as he watched the otter hike up her short skirt and bare her soaking wet panties, and then again as she needily pulled the flimsy fabric aside, baring her sex.

He felt like a rockstar as he quickly scrambled to get in position, pushing the blunt head of his cock against the otter’s entrance, more of his precum gushing out to lubricate her even further. Neither of them thought about protection. It simply wasn’t something that two horny, infected young adults really deemed important in the heat of the moment.

She moaned as the shark pushed into her, taking her right in public, with her best friends and half the class watching. And the penetration felt ten times better than any cock she had ever taken before, enhanced by the pathogen now coursing through her body. It didn’t just feel good and hot, it felt divine to the point that Annie did, in fact, cum the instant Shane hilted inside her. Her back arched and she let out another loud, breathy moan as she went into those familiar orgasm-spasms, her pussy eagerly milking Shane’s cock for a fresh load of virile – yet tainted – cum, while those surges of pleasure made sure she couldn’t actually think about anything that was happening.

Shane barely managed to start fucking her properly before she was already squeezing him like that, and he gasped, quickly realizing that he wouldn’t last. But why would he have to? He had already made the perfect otter cum, now all that remained was to seed her like both of their instincts demanded. After a few more frantic thrusts, he came, too, throbbing wildly in Annie’s depths as he filled her receptive body with his cum, his trembling and grunting making even Ellie briefly wish it could’ve been her in Annie’s place, receiving that sexy, pearly white stuff in her most intimate place.

Ellie frowned. No, she wasn’t like that. She was worried about Annie moaning in dissolute ecstasy, risking infection and clearly pregnancy – watching the shark’s cock pump freely into her without any form of protection whatsoever – but at the same time, she couldn’t deny that she was biting her lip and wondering if it really could feel that good.

A few of her classmates shuddered as they reached their own orgasms, hands down their pants or up their skirts, though none seemed to enjoy them quite as much as the freshly infected Annie did.

Ellie and Lilac didn’t talk about what had just happened once the mating pair finished, leaving both lovers leaking with the results. Instead, with a pair of sheepish smiles, Shane and Annie both got dressed. They weren’t ashamed, not exactly – indulging in their most natural urges had left them both feeling so good that shame wasn’t even possible – but certainly there was a little moment of self-reflection as they faced the crowd.

But everyone had enjoyed the show, and seemingly, Ellie was the only one concerned for her friend.

And then, of course, Annie didn’t come to school the next day. Neither did the shark she had fucked. The rumors began to circulate immediately, but for once, the rumors were entirely true. Annie had, in a brief moment of dumb young adult horniness, gotten herself infected with a virus that’d change her entire trajectory through life. Or at the very least, until the vaccine was finally confirmed safe and then deployed despite lobbying from various rich, horny men, which might take a while. Not necessarily for the worse, but certainly for something different.

They said that anyone infected could last maybe half a day, tops, without cumming, after which they’d start getting increasingly desperate and even depressed until someone finally fucked them, as if the entirety of their self-esteem was bleeding out with every moment that they weren’t caught up in some shallow but rather ecstatic rutting. That easy, cheap casual sex took the place of any real ambitions or affections.

But as long as they got just that, the victims seemed just as happy as anyone else. Maybe more so. It was rather popular to hire one for bachelor parties, strip clubs, and naturally a good number of them ended up selling their bodies, too. Ellie wondered what her otter friend would end up doing. It all seemed so degrading; so many years of her life based almost entirely on fucking as many cocks as you could.

There was just one problem with all of that. When Ellie imagined her otter friend helplessly getting fucked by strangers, she found herself getting awkwardly warm, and then, as she kept picturing the scenario in her mind, damp. It was almost as if there was a mental virus that first convinced people enough to catch the real one!

“You think she caught it?” Ellie asked Lilac, as the two waited outside the classroom for the next lesson.

“Mm? I mean, probably. It’s not supposed to be infectious that early, but I guess there’s always exceptions,” the bunny replied with a somewhat amused smile. “But she wanted to, didn’t she?”

“Or she thought she wanted to,” Ellie corrected her.

“True,” Lilac said, and then continued after a moment’s pause. “Well, we can just ask her when she comes back. Should probably be tomorrow, the fever only lasts a day. Or wasn’t that what the teacher said?”

He had said that. More or less. Ellie couldn’t stop thinking about it even after the class started. How would it really feel? Getting that fever spike and then growing increasingly horny until it was all you could think about. To the point that you, like so many of Ellie and Lilac’s classmates, would be desperate enough to just raise your tail in public. Just like that. And it wasn’t even seen as something weird, these days.

The vixen found herself wishing that she could’ve seen society before the virus. She liked the idea of sex being something special. But at the same time, the thought of it not being anything special was really hot, too. She didn’t like that it was hot, but it left her getting uncomfortably wet regardless.

You’re gonna end up like Annie if you keep thinking about it. And then, boom, no college, you’ll just be a faceless fox-slut for everyone to slide their cocks into. Or rub their cunts on. Not like you’d discriminate at that point.

“So, Eleanor, who wrote The Canterbury Tales?” the teacher asked, snapping her out of her half-horny fantasies, only to embarrass her as she had absolutely no idea. The distraction had made her completely zone out.

It was starting to become a problem. But at least she managed to keep her mind on her studies for the rest of the day after that. Even watching the same shark from yesterday – wearing a mask this time – fuck someone else in the hallway. By now, his fever had subsided, but that only meant that he would be stuck like that forever, probably failing his studies and then getting expelled. And that’d probably happen to Annie too, the vixen thought, grimly. Hell, it’d probably happen to half the class.

The next day, Annie was back, and sure enough, she was wearing one of the characteristic masks that were required for the first few days. She was also wearing a rather sheepish look on her face.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m an idiot, I know,” was the first thing the otter said when she met up with Ellie and Lilac again. “Should’ve listened.”

“Well, how does it feel?” Lilac asked, with a curious glimmer in her eyes. Her long ears even perked up. “Is it as hot as you thought it’d be? Can you like, study without getting distracted?”

“Um, it feels really weird, honestly,” Annie answered diplomatically. “Like, uh… I don’t know, you know when you’re just so horny that you have to remind yourself that you’re in public, so you don’t touch yourself? Or like, when you spend hours looking up porn and…”

She blushed.

“Sooo, yeah, it’s like that, but I’m gonna try resisting it and see what happens, right?” she added. “It’s not like it’ll force me to fuck or anything.”

“Would you kiss me right now if I asked you to?” Lilac suddenly asked, clearly enjoying prodding her friend. “Or even better, would you eat me out if I asked? How does thinking about that make you feel?”

“Lilac, sheesh,” Ellie interrupted, seeing just how fiercely the otter was blushing and squirming in place. “That’s way too mean, stop it.”

“I mean I think it’s hot, she’d totally fuck either of us if we wanted her to,” Lilac chuckled.

“It’s not hot! She’s sick,” Ellie protested. “And if you’re actually thinking about it, you’ll catch that stupid virus too if you do it.”

“Yeah, but you’d totally do it, right, Annie?” the bunny asked.

“…yes,” the otter squeaked, and looked away. “It just really makes you like that.”

Lilac did eventually relent, and at least for now, she didn’t seem terribly interested in catching the virus herself. But what had changed was that Annie was instantly more popular. She had always been somewhat popular, but seeing that she was “easy” now, the boys in particular seemed especially interested in talking to her.

It was the first time that Ellie really witnessed how the virus changed someone in person. Yes, she had studied it, been taught about it, but this was actually seeing a friend, a person that she knew, affected by it. And what it did was that the first time one of the boys, a wolf – the school was big, Ellie didn’t recognize him – asked if she wanted to fool around, she only hesitated for a few seconds before following him into the bathrooms like an obedient puppy.

And then Lilac followed them to watch, which left Ellie all alone. Alone and speechless.

Someone else was fucking in the corner next to the classroom too. She was starting to feel very lonely, apparently being the only teenager in the world who wasn’t constantly horny, and that’s when she had the awful, intrusive idea of catching the virus herself. Then she’d be normal, because that was what normal people apparently did. They were obsessed with sex; they did it casually, they watched each other do it, and they made little effort to hide their arousal. Even this wolf who wanted to fuck in private rather than in front of everyone was apparently just unusually shy to take that extra effort to “hide”.

It was a stupid idea, because then she’d just lose her virginity to some random guy who didn’t even care about her, just for the thrill of the moment, and for a false, shallow sense of belonging. College would be basically impossible to manage, and she’d end up like all those other people, happily spreading her legs for anyone who promised to make her feel good for a little while.

It was a stupid idea, so why did it turn her on?

Stupid traitorous pussy, she thought. And just then someone spoke to her. “You want to do something like your friends?” a pony asked. “You know-”

“No!” she exclaimed, angrily. “I’m not like that at all!”

“Pfft. Well, suit yourself, buzzkill,” the pony laughed. “Just kiss your friend if you want to be more fun. And tell me before you do, so I can watch,” he mocked her.

Ellie thought about reporting him to the teachers but decided not to. It wouldn’t really accomplish anything, nor would it matter, she thought. But she wasn’t sure what to do either, especially if she ended up losing both of her best friends to the virus. Lilac seemed far too interested in it, and depending on how close she got while watching Annie get fucked, there was a rather real risk that she’d catch some splatter and get sick too. Or maybe one of them happened to sneeze, and oops, that was it. Goodbye academic endeavors.

But what was the point if she was going to be alone? She already felt like an outcast compared to all the popular kids, which were most of the infected ones. It was bizarre and disgusting, like society as a whole had suddenly begun to value the shallowness of it all. The meaninglessness of a quick rut with a stranger just to feel a little better, just to procrastinate having to feel bad. Like an addiction. And it was an addiction, created not only by the virus, but everyone’s very own bodies.

Ellie leaned into a corner next to the lockers and buried her face in her hands. She didn’t know how to navigate any of this. Could she, even?

Was there any point?

And most of all, for how much she hated it, why was the stupid idea turning her on? Did she specifically have a kink for the worst idea of all time, or was it just from the desire to fit in?

As she stood there, absorbed in her thoughts, the bathroom door swung open again. Annie came out first, with a stupid, flushed grin on her broad muzzle. Her hair was a mess, her clothes rather ruffled, and her shirt incorrectly buttoned. The fur around her thighs was visibly damp, at least from what Ellie could see before she stopped looking.

She was quickly followed by the wolf, with an even bigger grin on his face. He was obviously satisfied, having had his hit of quick, casual sex of the day. He wasn’t wearing a mask, Ellie noticed, which meant he didn’t have the virus. Well, he hadn’t had it. Way to go, asshole.

Finally, Lilac came out as well. She actually looked almost as flushed and ruffled as Annie, and Ellie wasn’t sure how to take that.

“So, what’d they do? What’d you do?” Ellie prodded Lilac.

“You could’ve just come and watched yourself,” the bunny smiled. Despite her exterior looking like she’d just run a mile, she had her usual composure back. Mostly. “If you’re interested.”

“And risk getting infected? It’s not like I get off to it, I’m just curious!” Ellie protested.

“You have to take some risks to live life to its fullest,” Lilac replied. “But well, I can tell you what happened. First, he ate her out until she came, like face deep in her pussy-”

“Doesn’t that mean he’s definitely infected too, now?” Ellie interrupted her, feeling as if she was the only sane person in a zombie apocalypse.

Lilac shrugged. “Sure does. But he clearly didn’t mind. So then after she came all over his face, he fucked her. No condom or anything. And that was really hot to watch.”

Her expression didn’t change when she said it, but Ellie could tell that something had changed, definitely so.

“You didn’t-”

“Yeah, I kinda did. It was just too hot not to!” Lilac protested, a smile cracking her stony exterior once again. “I think I’ll be fine, though, I made him wear a condom.”

“Well, thank god for that, but I’d never take that risk!” Ellie protested. “Like, what if you do catch it?”

“Then I guess I’ll have a lot more sex?” Lilac replied quizzically, shrugging her shoulders again. “I’m not really that worried about. Like I said, it’s hot. And it’s not like I can’t tell that you also think it’s hot, Ms. University Professor.”

Ellie’s ears folded against her skull. “What? I d-don’t think it’s hot, I have a future to think of!”

“Yeah, yeah, you know I can smell that you’re horny, right?” Lilac pointed out. “Bunny. Very sensitive nose.”

With a squeak of embarrassment, Ellie pressed her thighs together. She couldn’t be that wet, could she? Of course, it turned out that her friend was right; when she moved, she could feel just how soaked her panties are.

“Honestly, I think it’s best if we just kinda take things as they come. If you get infected, well, they seem to still be having fun. If you don’t, you go to college instead,” Lilac mused. “So no point in really panicking about it either way, or not having fun just to avoid getting sick.”

“But I don’t want to fuck everyone like… come on!” Ellie growled. “What kind of life is it when your entire sense of self-worth is based around how much cock you take?”

“A hot one?” Lilac suggested, and the vixen crossed her arms with another growl. “You know it’s hot.”

Ellie, much to her growing frustration, couldn’t really deny that part. But she could deny that devil-may-care attitude that’d lead to a long life of shallow pleasures.

“Fine, but like, income? Career? Don’t you care about studying at all?” she complained.

Lilac was expressionless as she answered. “I do. Right now, I do. But I don’t care so much that I’m willing to just not have sex at all. And if I get sick… well, I won’t care.”

She paused for a moment before continuing. “And I mean, if you take no risks at all, what point is there to living? Just because you’re happy just imagining working at some office all day long-”

Ellie heard a moan, interrupting their little conversation. Behind them, Annie was getting fucked against a wall by the pony from earlier. Again, without any protection. Ellie looked away, fighting back the tears at how quickly everything was falling down. Like fucking dominos. At this rate, their entire class would be end up being canceled and she’d get transferred forward or back a year to a hopefully less sex-crazed class.

But Annie looked so happy, an expression of abject bliss on her face as the cocky pony rutted into her, throwing caution to the wind just for a moment of pleasure like everyone else.

Maybe it made sense. They wouldn’t have to worry once it had already happened.

It’s horrible logic, Ellie, she thought. Probably how half the school justifies it.

Yet there was a certain truthiness to it.

Maybe it would be fine to take a little risk, at least. Maybe Lilac was right about the whole “having to take risks to really live life to any meaningful extent” thing. It wasn’t as if she had to have sex with someone who had the virus, after all! She could just have safe sex with someone who enjoyed the kind of wholesome sex that… well, it would’ve still been casual, but maybe it could be about a little more than just immediate relief?

“But honestly, I think the whole higher education thing might be a little overrated,” Lilac suggested, continuing while completely ignoring Annie sating her new addiction yet again. “I mean, the goal is to be happy. If you already are happy, why bother?”

Really, they could’ve kept arguing about it all night. But Lilac had successfully planted that seed of doubt in Ellie’s mind, and she kept thinking about it throughout her classes. Her eyes wandered over everyone else in class. Did they have any boys who she could tolerate playing with?

That pony whose name she just couldn’t remember was out. A lot of the boys were assholes in general, flocking to the infected because that was all they cared about, emptying those overfilled balls in a frenzied, testosterone-driven rut. There were a few who she didn’t find attractive. And then there was Shane, who was nice, but he was infected. That was the problem.

Of course, she could just find someone outside of school. Someone a little older and more reliable to fuck all the arousal out of her before she made some really stupid choices. Like most women her age, she’d certainly received a number of offers from a variety of admirers in various stages of their twenties. She thought of one of them. Duke. A pretty handsome brown wolf only a few years older than herself, who she chatted with online on occasion. There were plenty of others too. Really, if she wanted to, she pretty much had the pick of the proverbial litter.

But doing that, taking one of them up on those offers, was itself already a really stupid choice, because she had no real way to verify that anyone she met didn’t have the virus. And then there was the whole risk of pregnancy, too, which she was painfully aware of, feeling her receptive and rather simple-minded pussy leak into her panties. Unless she used a condom, but she didn’t have any right now. Maybe Duke did, but he always talked about bare sex.

On the other hand, maybe a stupid choice was just what she had to make. One way or another. How could she bear it if her closest friends both got infected and she was left all alone, an outcast as always while they went on to party and whatever, having wild sex all day long – that idea seemed more and more pleasant the more she thought about it – while she pursued a career that’d never make her as happy as they were.

Maybe Lilac was just right. She was acting like she was ten or even twenty years older, already planning a boring future while everyone else lived out their last couple of teenage years and early twenties partying, having fun, and being irresponsible. Either she was right, or Ellie was just trying to convince herself. Gods! She hated it when her brain did that. The constant need to analyze everything in way too much detail, only resulting in self-deception, like that one time she had- you know what, brain, never mind.

On her way home that afternoon, she stopped by the store to pick up a few beers. She didn’t normally drink much, having only turned eighteen not so long ago, but she needed something to calm her mind down after a day like the one she’d had. And so, she did what she usually did when it came to alcohol; sat down by her computer, picked out something fun to watch – cat videos, in this case – and cracked open one of the bottles.

She didn’t actually like beer, but when the situation called for it, at least it calmed her nerves. That was something. Idly, she let her mind wander for a little as the buzz set in, loosening those inhibitions that kept her from taking risks and partying like her friends – and apparently, everyone else at the school – did.

Ellie did some quick mental math. It was only some ten or fifteen percent of everyone who actually had the virus. So that was at most a fifteen percent chance, if she picked someone totally at random. Those were good odds, weren’t they? If she had a eighty-five percent chance to win the lottery she’d play it every day.

But maybe not if losing meant that she’d lose everything.

Still. Good odds, her brain told her, loosened up by the alcohol. If she just rolled those dice once, the risk was minimal.

She looked at the various names on her friend list. The male names. A lot of them lived in the same city and it’d only take a few minutes to visit them. To get what she wanted. And they were all probably virus-free, because if they weren’t, they’d probably be too busy actually fucking to flirt with her. There was Duke, again. Probably the one she was closest to, having talked to the wolf online for ages before the conversation eventually got sexual as she reached adulthood.

If, Ellie reasoned, she just got properly fucked once, maybe it’d flush all those thoughts out of her system and actually let her focus.

Then she downed the rest of her beer to hopefully quiet the voice of doubt inside her trying to dissuade her as she messaged Duke about meeting up, if only for a casual little date at a nearby café. Working up the courage, she then hinted that she was feeling a little worked up, too, and punctuated the message with winking smiley. She was by no means great at flirting with people, but as a young and curvy vixen just into adulthood, she didn’t have to be, and Duke agreed immediately with great enthusiasm.

Well, that was that. Now, she’d just have to let fate take the reins.

With trembling hands, Ellie put on some makeup, brushed her hair – it had gotten a little messed up during the day’s excitement – and then left to meet Duke for the first proper date. Who knew, maybe it’d become a relationship. Love appealed to her more than lust, even if her sopping wet pussy made it rather hard to think about lasting love at the moment.

It was only a short walk away. The café was just the way she remembered it, having walked past it hundreds of times but never having gone inside. It felt different, perhaps because she was a customer today rather than a mere passerby, or maybe because Duke – that muscular, handsome, chestnut-brown wolf – was waiting outside for her, greeting her with a smile and a wave.

“How’s it going? Still feeling worked up?” Duke asked, just as playful in real life as he was online. “Don’t worry, we’re just having a date,” he added, upon seeing the vixen grow rather flustered.

“I’m… ok, and yes,” Ellie replied, her voice a timid squeak. She glanced briefly at the bulge in Duke’s tight trousers. He wasn’t hard, but he was well hung, and that excited the vixen far more than it usually did. Just thinking about it and the fact that if she wanted it, it could be hers for a few minutes. “L-let’s order something.”

They sat down, next to each other, on a comfortably soft sofa to the quieter side of the café, conveniently where none of the other patrons – half a dozen or so people of various species and genders – would bother looking. Then, as the waitress came to take their orders, Ellie suddenly felt Duke’s strong hand on her thigh and choked up entirely. Even that little touch just under where her skirt ended sent shivers through her body.

Just how turned on was she? If Duke moved his hand even a little bit, he’d feel how wet she was, because even her thighs were matted. She had thought this would be a much more casual date, maybe inviting him over to her place, but she didn’t want to disappoint the wolf.

“We’ll have muffins,” the wolf grinned. “White chocolate chip. One for me and one for this beautiful vixen. With… mm, boba tea?”

“Gotcha,” the waitress chirped. “Anything else?”

“Naw, anything else we have each other for,” Duke replied, smiling his cocky smile.

And then, as the waitress turned around and left, his hand did indeed slip a little further up her leg, conveniently hidden by the table. Turns out, he was just as lecherous as he was online.

“You know, they do have pretty nice, clean restrooms here if you’d just like to get it over with,” he whispered, just the sound of his masculine voice making her fur stand on end. “Just a quick little thing. Then we can do more when you really need it, later on. And you’ll need a lot of it.”

“W-what do you mean?” she asked. She had only meant for this to be a date, but…

“Oh, you know what I mean,” Duke grinned, ear to ear. “No shame in wanting it.”

She took that to mean the sex. Yeah. It’s not like he was wrong, she wanted it, or at least her body did, not that there was much of a difference. She just hadn’t imagined doing it in a café restroom, but it wasn’t as if people didn’t do that kind of stuff everywhere these days now that seemingly nobody had any inhibitions anymore. She shuddered, stuttering out some half-formed answer.

Duke’s hand crept ever higher. Sooner or later, he’d know exactly how wet she was. And then, she almost hoped, he’d just drag her into the bathroom and “get it over with”, whatever that meant.

The wolf himself knew exactly what he meant, at least. It was written clearly in bold letters in his profile, after all, and Ellie was the kind of girl that he knew read things thoroughly, with how well she was doing in school. In other words, he felt no need to repeat it and ruin the moment.

The waitress arrived with the muffins. They were large, and upon taking the first nervous bite of one – and feeling the warm white chocolate melt on her tongue – Ellie understood exactly why everyone liked this restaurant. One bite, and she already wanted more, even with her attention constantly tugged on by the handsome wolf next to her.

“These are really good,” she mumbled, mouth full of food, before blushing as she realized what she was doing. “Sorry.”

Duke smiled and waggled his eyebrows. “Hey, first time for everything, right? Hopefully one of many today, and tomorrow, and… well, we’ll see where it all goes.”

Ellie continued eating her muffin in relative silence, amazed at just how good it tasted. It was one of those strange things. How she’d never had a muffin here before. Now, she knew that she’d visit more often, and it wasn’t just because of her present company, either. Maybe they had more muffins that were just as delicious. Blueberry ones, maybe-

-Duke’s hand slipped between her legs, fingers touching the wet fur of her inner thighs.

“I didn’t know you were this into the idea,” he whispered. “But you’ll be a lot more into it soon enough anyway.”

Ellie had no idea what he meant, and she barely heard him anyway, with how badly she was trembling trying to focus on the wonderful muffin instead of the equally wonderful sensations that every little touch of Duke’s fingers sent through her body. Her legs twitched, too, spreading a little wider in a barely voluntary invitation.

She tried to sip her tea. Duke’s fingers reached her labia, puffy and slick with desire. She gave a little whimper, barely managing to put the tea down before clamping a hand over her mouth to keep herself from moaning out loud. The wolf was very experienced, it seemed, or maybe she was just too turned on; every little swipe of his fingers felt amazing, and when he briefly brushed over her clit, it was almost too much to bear, threatening to make her cum then and there in front of everyone else in the café.

“M-maybe we should… take a break,” she stuttered. She couldn’t handle it anymore. Whatever it was Duke wanted to do, she wanted, needed, to do it right now or she’d explode.

“Gladly. After you,” Duke grinned, withdrawing his hand.

As Ellie stood up on shaky legs, feeling her wetness drip down her legs, she could almost understand why everyone around her was so obsessed with sex. It really did feel amazing, even this anticipation of the main course, so to speak, and she couldn’t wait to feel how good the real thing was going to feel in just a moment.

Together, they made their way to the restroom unbothered. Duke locked the door behind them.

“Okay. We don’t have too long, let’s see…” he smiled. “Sit on the toilet. Take off your panties and hike up your skirt. Let’s get you feeling good.”

Ellie obeyed. She had gone this far, and she almost didn’t even feel self-conscious about baring her sopping wet pussy for the wolf. Only a slight blush crept across her face as she pulled her skirt up to fully expose herself. She really hadn’t meant for anything to get to this point, but by now, her hormones – and her clenching pussy – were fully in control.

She was expecting the wolf to fuck her right then and there, but instead, he dropped to his knees and licked his lips.

“I think this is the best way to do it,” he grinned.

Ellie took that to mean the best way to get her to cum, or to get her ready for proper penetration, not even considering what else it might mean. The thought that Duke might actually be infected didn’t even cross her mind – drowning in arousal as she was – as the wolf scooted closer until his face was between her legs, taking in that delicious, intoxicating scent of her arousal. And while that alone would’ve driven Duke wild, there was that other thing that excited him even more: getting the vixen to be hopelessly horny all the time.

But he showed one last bit of restraint.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, making sure Ellie could feel his warm breath against that soaked, vulnerable, pure slit of hers. He stuck his tongue out and lapped the air, as if showing what he was about to do.

“Yes,” Ellie rasped. She really did need to get fucked. Just this once, she reminded herself.

And so, Duke’s tongue swept over her clit and she immediately saw stars, though she did still have the presence of mind to not moan out, not even as Duke practically took her entire mound in his wide-open mouth and teased his infected tongue over her folds.

Because yes, indeed, Duke was infected, and he hadn’t exactly tried to hide it – Ellie just hadn’t paid attention – and now he was sharing that gift with the vixen. Maybe it had already taken. Maybe it’d need a little more encouragement. His long, canine tongue pushed into that warm, slippery clenching passage while his cock ached for release, but remembering the moment that he got infected, he knew that it’d only be a few seconds before he’d be rutting the vixen full of his cum without a care in the world except the breeding itself. Maybe even knocking her up, if she wasn’t on the pill.

That, and infecting someone else with the virus was always an intensely erotic experience, too. Duke wasn’t sure if it was the virus itself rewarding him for spreading it, if it had rewired his mind to simply flood with dopamine when he did so – only ever consensually, of course – but it felt so good to slide his tongue deep into the vixen’s yearning pussy, knowing that she’d soon be needing to get fucked constantly without much ability to care about things like accidental pregnancies.

It wasn’t long before Ellie felt that tell-tale head rush, a haze of dizzy fog and an absolutely incredible spike in her arousal. She didn’t recognize it for what it was, assuming instead that it was simply what getting properly eaten out felt like, and she clenched around the wolf’s tongue, unable to suppress the next moan that followed and nearly falling off the toilet seat.

And she was acutely aware of how empty she suddenly felt. Suddenly, absolutely nothing else mattered. She needed to get some fucking cock inside her, right now.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Please.”

“My pleasure,” Duke grinned, giving her clit a final kiss as he pulled off and stood back up, gently guiding the vixen to lean over the thankfully clean seat – well, clean bar for her juices – and then lined himself up with that delicious-looking slit, freshly left permanently needy and eager. That desire would only grow stronger over the coming days, much stronger, until it’d be basically hopeless to fight against it unless she wanted to end up in a mess of a gangbang when it got to be too much.

Then, just as Ellie was trying to focus her swirling mind on something that seemed very, very important, Duke thrust into her – her slippery breeding canal offering no resistance whatsoever – and the feeling was breathtaking, to the extent that she literally couldn’t breathe. Her foxy cunt clamped down hard around him, the pleasure incredible and so intense that she couldn’t see straight as Duke’s unprotected cock pushed deeper into her, the immediate rush of infection making it feel so immense as to be instantly addictive. And addicted she was, in that brief instant.

“Fuck me,” she commanded, breathlessly. “Harder.”

These days, it didn’t much matter who heard her. Society had settled into accepting that people simply had to sometimes relieve the pressure in public, and using a restroom for it was considered good manners. Normally, it would’ve still mortified Ellie, but right now, it felt so good to say it.

And so, Duke fucked her. Harder, just like she had asked for, and each thrust was rapturous, pleasure shooting through her entire body as her body engulfed and glutted on his rock-hard cock, the two reduced to mere animals by the now shared infection and the raw, carnal sexuality of the moment, nothing but a cock and pussy.

If this is how good it feels I totally understand why everyone does it all the time, Ellie’s subconscious narrated, in rhythm to Duke’s rapid thrusting. Fuck. Just g-gotta be careful not to… get infected.

Even her thoughts were stuttering.

Duke sped up. Ellie’s entire world dissolved into a maelstrom lust and pleasure. She came several times as the wolf rutted into her, until she actually couldn’t breathe, gasping for air like a fish out of water as her pussy spasmed, and spasmed, and spasmed until she couldn’t take it anymore despite the pleasure being so overwhelming that even her nipples brushing against her shirt made her tremble.

Just as her vision began to dim, those oxygen-deprived sparks and stars dancing at the edges, she felt Duke’s knot push against her swollen lips. Some thought about knots, cum, and fertility that she had learned much earlier in school – something something, be extra careful with canid partners if you’re not on the pill – flashed through her head too quickly to even be observed by her inflamed mind.

“Can I tie with you?” Duke panted. Of course, with the virus taking hold of the vixen’s pleasure centers, he expected a specific answer. It was only a matter of politeness, he thought, as he kept grinding his knot against her, smushing her stiff little clit in turn.

“Yes! Please knot me! For fuck’s sake, tie with me! I need it!” Ellie screamed, entirely losing herself, and only vaguely aware that the whole quaint little restaurant could hear her. It didn’t matter.

Duke pushed harder, and a split second later his knot popped into her. It felt life-affirming, the sheer stretch, like she was stretching a muscle that had been asleep for the first eighteen years of her life. She came again, so hard that she was leaking all over the already slippery plastic seat, coating it with her hot juices, but Duke kept fucking her in short, rapid-fire thrusts, his strong arms keeping her in place as he raced towards in his own virile climax.

And then he was there, awash in bliss as he accomplished his own half of the bargain struck between any fertile woman and virile man deep in the iron grip of nature itself. He pushed himself as deep inside Ellie’s body as he could, until his tapered tip bumped at the very back of her cunt.

She felt it all, and it was even more overwhelming than everything leading up to this point. Duke swelled, and then throbbed, and her thoughts were racing so fast that not a single one of them was intelligible. There was a faint, muted, warm tickle at the very back of her sex. Was this how she got pregnant? It didn’t matter. It felt affirming. She felt like a goddess in that moment, her newly awakened desires satisfied by the very first spurt of thick, potent cum into her fertile depths, and she moaned, again and again at the top of her lungs in sheer orgasmic ecstasy. She could feel the cum rushing up the wolf’s urethra before erupting into her, painting her insides white, her cervix merrily dipping into that risky, virile mess and letting into leak into her very womb.

It went on for what felt like forever.

Eventually, though, any orgasm had to end, and Ellie was left simply feeling very warm and very satisfied as she tried in vain to process what had just happened. There was a little moment of clarity, at least, and she opened her eyes, and looked back at Duke, finding him staring at her, looking utterly lust-drunk as his tongue lolled out from a grinning mouth, his eyes just about glazed with satisfaction.

“Did… what… wow,” she huffed. Slowly she started to piece things together. She felt the white-hot cum inside her, somehow, and while the feeling was deeply delightful, even through the haze, she figured out that she’d just taken a load of very dangerous cum inside her without as much as latex barrier to keep it from overflowing her womb. She could get pregnant.

There was no panic, the virus ensured that much, but there was a distinct feeling that she should do something or she’d end up as yet another pregnant teen mother in a day or two. Really, there was no way around it unless she chose to simply feel miserable. Except maybe Plan B. Duke was already fantasizing of how she’d look with milk-swollen tits and a big, pregnant belly.

“Y-yeah,” Duke panted. “That was amazing. It’s always so good the first time, isn’t it?”

“W-well, it wasn’t- wasn’t exactly my first, I’ve used a-” Ellie replied, doing her utmost to make her words coherent. She was still herself, wasn’t she? It was hard to find all the pieces of herself, scattered all over her mental landscape, but she was pretty sure it was time for plan B. But she really had never imagined that sex could feel that good.

“First time like this, though,” Duke grinned. “Welcome to the club. Just let me know when you need more of it.”

Though strong-willed – exceptionally so – Duke knew that soon enough, she’d be so distracted by constant lust that those thoughts of Plan B would fall entirely by the wayside until her body got what it wanted and then some. He reached to squeeze Ellie’s breasts through her halter top, and she whimpered in response.

“What do you mean?” she asked, despite the pleasure from her tits.

And then all that satisfaction was suddenly drained away, icy cold dread setting in as Duke explained what she had just gotten into. He dressed it up in nice, lusty words that nearly made her want another rutting of her tingling pussy, but there was no way to ignore what a colossal goddamn mistake she had just made.

She was infected. There was no way to undo or fix what she had just done even if she managed to stop herself from getting pregnant. She had caught the goddamn virus, just as she had promised she’d never do.

And now she’d have to constantly fight it if she wanted to remain even remotely functional.

Why did hearing him say it make her feel so goddamn hot?