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Louis knew he shouldn’t have been driving as fast as he was. But he was excited and nervous, and his attention was elsewhere.

In particular, with his wife, Deena, sitting in the seat next to him. She was leaned back in the seat, panting hard, her voice tinged with quiet, amorous moans. She’d been like this since he’d brought her back into the car, and probably would be until they had finished their efforts for the night and she’d conked out. It was something they were prepared for, but not for it to hit as quickly as it did.

It had been eight months since they’d decided to start trying for a child, and four since they had found out that fertility issues were complicating things. A variety of suggestions had been proposed, and Deena had wanted to try medication to help out with the issue. Several options were laid in front of her, each with their own advantages and side effects, none of them a guarantee to work but they wouldn’t know until they tried. Deena’s first choice, though, was one Louis thought was the most unusual. He didn’t know the chemical name, but it was a variation of a chemical that had a street name: Breeder Fever.

Naturally, with a street name came a particular implication: this was a drug used for rather nefarious purposes. And to be sure, it was - it was a known date rape drug meant for impregnation, and quite often for cross-impregnation between humans and anthros, as it had that facilitating effect. But the variant being offered here was tamer. The street version disrupted the usual hormonal cycle, creating a period of fertility that was not entirely natural, in addition to making its target much more pliant and suggestible and much more heated and desirous; the clinical variant being used induced the same euphoria and lust, but couldn’t alter the hormonal cycle and wasn't as hard on the mind. Thus, it was only effective when Deena was in her most naturally fertile state, a short time each month. While that made the window a bit more difficult to hit, it also meant she didn’t have to take it regularly, meaning she didn’t have to deal with potential effects or side effects most of the month. Louis could see why that would be her first choice, and he was willing to support her however he could.

The last couple months they’d tried and had no success, but the time had come around again and they were determined to give it another go. They’d gone out to dinner that night, Deena had taken the drug and they’d gone for foods that were rumored aphrodisiacs to hopefully help the process along even further. Perhaps that was why it had started to kick in faster than usual…when Louis had noticed Deena slipping into a more amorous state, he knew he had to get her home and do the deed. He’d practically flown through paying the bill, and he was pretty sure he’d fumbled his math and given the server way too big of a tip, but that was of very little concern at the moment - Deena was the focus.

And so they were on their way back home, the evening sky overhead getting quite dark but with a little bit of light left. Of course, it was when you were in a hurry that things tended to get in the way, and there was a closure at the ramp to get onto the highway home, so Louis was taking one of the back roads back instead. Fortunately, he was pretty good at navigating by GPS, so it wasn’t going to take that much longer, but he was perhaps a little too excited, and was driving like he was on the freeway - not recommended, by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn’t thinking about that, he was thinking about Deena and what they were going to be doing.

The flashing lights forced him to think about something else.

Of course it had to be that night that traffic patrol was actually watching the road. Groaning, Louis pulled off the road and onto the grass on the shoulder. The last thing he wanted to do was get in big trouble for not heeding the universal sign to pull over - a speeding ticket would be acceptable, maybe he’d get lucky and get off with just a warning if they saw Deena in distress, but if he caused a chase that would cause trouble for everyone.

The cruiser’s lights were a bit bright behind him as it pulled up close behind. The door opened, and he could see a figure with two rather large antlers stepping out. Most of the time when a deer stops you, it’s because you’ve hit it… he thought idly, before making a mental note to NOT say that joke aloud. Fortunately, he was a bit too intimidated to try.

He rolled down his window as the officer stepped out. The deer was pretty large, definitely standing a good bit taller than Louis and with a much more muscular frame, he probably kept in very good shape. He had to lean down a fair bit to look into the window; Louis could swear he could see the deer’s nostrils flare, like he was smelling for drugs. Maybe a nose like that would pick up on Deena’s state… “Evening sir. License and registration, please. Do you know why I pulled you over?”

He did, but Louis had heard that it was never a good idea to admit to it - if you confessed to something that wasn’t what they got you for, that usually meant you got two tickets instead of one. “No, officer, um, I don’t know.” He looked at the identification badge as he handed over the requested materials; it had the name and ID number, he could see the officer’s name was Damien Royal. If he had trouble with him, he’d know who to implicate, at least. He didn’t see any arms on the patrolman - not that he should have, they were the low-level monitors, armed patrol were only supposed to be called if a chase began or shots were fired, but still, one always had to be careful.

“I clocked you doing 70 in a 45.” The tone of the deer’s voice suggested he didn’t buy the lie, but he didn’t say anything about it. In fact he didn’t say much of anything for a bit, as his flashlight looked over Louis’s license. Eventually, he turned the light to the human. “Mr. Kohler! Your license is expired.”

“What?!” That was news to Louis. But as the cervine turned it to him and illuminated it with his light, he could see that it was, almost by two months. Right around the time that they’d been trying the first time…no wonder he’d not thought about it, his mind had been preoccupied and he hadn’t even realized. And that was a problem, because that was something that could get him arrested. “I...I’m sorry, sir, I had no idea...um...is there...can you…”

“Afraid not. Please step out of the vehicle.”

Shaking, Louis exited, and found himself face-to-chest with the big deer. Damien was scrutinizing him, as if looking to see if he was off more than just the average…maybe smelling the champagne on his breath. That was another problem, they’d expected to be at the restaurant longer…but he’d only had two glasses over about an hour and a half, surely that couldn’t have been enough to get a DUI, right? But what if he was deemed suspicious because of his nervousness? This was not turning out to be a good night at all...and it was about to get worse.

“Sorry, Mr, Kohler, but I’m going to have to take you in. You can’t be allowed to drive home tonight.”

“Wh-what? Please, sir...I...I didn’t know, isn’t there something that I can do?”

“I’m afraid not. If it was just the license, I could give you a temporary ticket for that and a speeding ticket and send you on your way. Two months is a long time, especially with the new renewal standards that went into effect last year, but your plates are clean so I could have let it slide. But the new traffic laws are clear - no valid license, I can’t let you off with even one drop of alcohol. If I did, I could be held partially liable for any accident you got into, even if you weren’t over the legal limit. I’ve had a couple of colleagues get the ax over lax enforcement of this, so I can tell you they take it seriously.” Damien turned Louis around, the human conceding to the cuffing. “The good news is that this is more a precautionary measure than a punitive one. I have to bring you to the station for processing and to make sure you’re not over the legal limit, but if you’re not, you’ll just have the tickets and I’ll escort you home - no cell time.”

“Sir, please...my wife…”

“Will be taken care of. I can tell she’s not in any state to drive. Backup will come to bring her to your house...I assume the address on your expired license is still accurate?” Louis nodded dismally. “She’ll be taken there. The car’s going to have to be towed to our impound lot, since neither of you can drive it back. Sorry, sir, I know you probably had plans but I have to do my duty. I’m sympathetic, but not so much I’d put my tail on the line for you.”

There was nothing he could do. Louis was led into the cruiser, seated in the back seat with a restraining seat belt. He wasn’t a threat, but of course that had to be protocol. Some people did crazy things when confronted with this kind of thing, he’d heard plenty about cruisers being stolen even with restraints being used, and clearly Damien wasn’t one to take chances. Louis wasn’t going to make a bad night worse by doing that, but that didn’t except him from anything, of course. Sat inside and locked in, all he could do was wait for the deer to get back inside, probably when the other cruiser arrived.

He had no way of preparing for what was coming.

Although the cruiser’s engine was on, it wasn’t particularly loud - it was a hybrid vehicle at the very least. He could hear what was going on out in front as he saw it. At first he didn’t think he wanted to look at much of anything, but that changed the moment Damien opened the passenger side door. Deena stepped out, looking a bit wobbly, and almost fell into the cervine. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the lustful gaze Deena gave Damien. “Wow...you’re...so studly, sir…”

Damien gave a grin at that. “Thank you, ma’am. They only take the best at the station.” The way he spoke...Louis felt his heart skip a beat. Was that cop flirting with her?

“Oh, god...you’re so big...you’re so fucking handsome…” Deena’s words were a bit slurred, he wondered if the cop thought she was drunk or drugged or something. She was almost hanging off of the officer, and he wasn’t making any effort to push her off of him. Louis was feeling a prickle of anxiousness…Deena had told him the fertility meds made her feel somewhat loopy and very giddy, not to the point where she wasn’t aware of things but definitely enough to make her not quite her typical self. So she might have had a looser tongue than she typically would… but Damien should have been pushing her away, shouldn’t he?

“You’re a mighty fine lady, yourself, Mrs. Kohler.” That was the opposite of pushing her away. So was putting his hand around her hip, as he escorted her behind the car, right in front of the windshield of the cruiser, meaning Louis had a view to everything. “You understand that you’re not in any condition to be driving tonight, don’t you, ma’am?”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t drive, not like this…but I AM good to be riding, sir…” Louis’s eyes nearly bugged out as his wife pawed the crotch of the cervine, not even being subtle about it. Nor particularly graceful, it certainly wasn’t a sultry motion but rather a blunt one. “Oh, and you seem like you have a VERY good ride, sir…”

“I’ve been told so.” Was it Louis’s imagination, or did Damien’s eyes flicker towards him briefly as he said that. The cuffed human flushed, it wasn’t like she’d ever complained about his size before, but it was hardly a secret that anthros were hung different. Deena had made offhand remarks about that before, but only in jest…or, well, so he’d always thought. This, though…he couldn’t help but wonder a bit. He could say it wasn’t her, but Louis was also quite certain she’d never been THAT eager with him, certainly not to the point of groping him wantonly, even under the effects of the meds.

Deena swayed a bit, then almost fell into Damien, the patrolman steadying her but not before she’d nearly rammed her face into the cervine’s groin. “Ohhhh…ssssorry, you’re just…too good…”

“Not often someone gets this interested in me,” replied Damien, and his voice was disconcertingly suggestive. “Is there something that you want in there, Mrs. Kohler?”

“God, yes…I want you. I want your cock. I want a big, strong, anthro man to just…FUCK me hard…” The words made Louis’s blood run cold. Not just hearing them from his wife, but so wantonly, so without reservation…like she’d been just waiting to get them out for an eternity. Maybe she had been…Louis had never paid attention to it before, but now he was seeing a lot of things in a different light. The way she looked at their neighbor, a strapping young monitor lizard who always had a polite smile…her less-than-forceful brush-off of the casanova-wannabe black panther that delivered their mail and packages…her frequent conversations with their landscaper, a beefy crocodile with a smile wide as the Nile…her glowing talk of her boss, a carnosaur who didn’t seem like an office jockey the way he was built…the rhino who managed the gym they went to, and a badger regular who was almost always there when they were, both friendly and eager to chat and she almost never turned them down…and those were just the ones Louis knew they saw with any frequency. Had she already been dallying? He didn’t think she’d slept with anyone else, he had a feeling he would have found that out already…but had she been thinking about it? That he was suddenly very uncertain about.

Those thoughts were shoved to the wayside, though, when he heard Damien respond. “I’d be happy to give that to you, if that’s what you want.” Another twisting inside him…his wife was coming on hard to another man, a traffic patrolman who’d just arrested him, and he was returning it! He wanted to shout out something, scream out to interrupt them, to stop them from what was going on…but he couldn’t. His voice just wasn’t cooperating, his throat so tight he though it might be an allergic reaction. All he could do was watch…did Deena realize he could see everything? Did she actually care?

He didn’t know, but he did know whatever the case was, she wasn’t inhibited. Her hands went down to the patrolman’s pants, unbuttoning them with a bit of fumbling, taking them downward once they were loosened. Damien was smirking a bit as he slowly worked Deena’s skirt down, just enough to where it was loose and fell off down around her ankles…she didn’t even respond to that, so engrossed was she in fondling that big cervine sheath, from which a cock that was decidedly longer and thicker than Louis’s was starting to emerge. He didn’t even have to see it all to know he was outclassed - one simply didn’t try to compare to an anthro, that was a recipe for humiliation. But it appeared there was more than one such recipe, and Louis was getting one alternative right now.

And Deena was doing nothing to stop it and everything to encourage it. She leaned in and started to lick over the tip of that broad head, moaning loud enough to be heard over the cruiser’s engine, being very wanton and demonstrative about it. Louis cringed a bit seeing it…could it really have just been only the meds that were making her like this? She wasn’t usually this expressive with him, but neither was she so loopy or giddy normally…then again, she hadn’t been this way during their previous attempts, either…but they hadn’t gone the extra mile, either, so it was only because of that, right?

If it was, then Damien was getting the benefit of Deena’s extra lust, that thick head bathed by her tongue and worshiped in a way that outright made Louis envious. Her hands were around the shaft as well, rubbing and stroking it, Damien of course doing nothing to stop it. Had he been hoping for this? Was this why he was being strict about the protocol, just so he could have had a chance at this? Surely it couldn’t be that, he couldn’t have known before Louis was pulled over, and there was no way he would have thought having a witness to this debauchery was a good idea…

When Deena pulled away from Damien’s cock, Louis really hoped that was going to be the end of it, but no such luck - Deena gave Damien a giddy smile as she pulled down her overly wet panties, working them down her legs and baring herself to the deer fully. “God, I need this so bad…get this beast of a cock in me, you stud.”

“You want me to rut you, ma’am? You want me to fuck you bareback and fill you with my spunk?” Damien seemed to be milking the moment…or maybe he was covering for himself, Louis realized. Louis couldn’t honestly say Deena hadn’t said that, Deena couldn’t claim she hadn’t…maybe Damien had it on camera. His only hope was that Deena would come to her senses and say no…

“Hell yes, you deer stud…hose my eggs down.” That was a hell of a way to have his hopes dashed. And as if to add insult to injury, Damien brought Deena down onto the trunk of their blue sedan, turning so that his back was to the cruiser…and giving Louis a look directly at his cock and balls as they lined up between Deena’s legs. It was basically as in-his-face as it could get without Damien outright lifting her and pounding into her while they both faced him. He needed to say something, he needed to object, to protest, to stop this, even if just to get it on the record!

He remained silent. And Damien plunged in. And Deena let out a louder cry of pleasure than Louis was sure he’d ever heard out of her in his own efforts.

Damien wasn’t taking anything slowly - he was bucking in with a good bit of vigor even at the outset. But then again, Deena was in such a state of need that she didn’t even care - Louis know this from his own experience, she even wanted him to go in harder and faster. He’d always given it everything he had, but it wasn’t the same as what this buck could…and the difference was evident in her response, those loud, passionate cries that Louis could only get at half the volume and intensity. Louis could see that thick shaft pumping in and out, not even close to hilting and already using more than Louis even possessed…

Which he could suddenly feel pressing against his pants.

His breath hitched in his throat. I can’t be hard from this! This…this isn’t right! My wife’s being screwed right in front of me, by a total stranger! He could…he could impregnate her! He squirmed a bit, trying to get his erection to die away or at least stop straining so much, but all he was doing was rubbing it more against his underwear, which seemed to be having the opposite effect as a slight wet spot formed where the end pressed against the fabric. Louis couldn’t believe this was happening, he wanted to deny every second of it, to pretend it was just a bad dream…

That wasn’t happening, either, no matter how much he thought he wanted it. He couldn’t even take his eyes off of the coupling in front of him…Damien had shifted up and forward a bit, making the view of his cock delving into Deena’s pussy even clearer. She was clearly stretched out more than she was used to, but by the sound of her voice this couldn’t have been an issue for her…she was crying out rather incoherently, but with plenty of euphoria, Louis couldn’t have for a moment thought she was in distress. And words did escape her on occasion, but they were mostly ones he didn’t want to hear - “Harder!” “Yes!” Oh, please, more!” Damien, for his part, was mostly silent except for some grunts and groans that were clearly of enjoyment, as if Louis needed to know that he was enjoying it - the deer was having sex with his wife, who wouldn’t enjoy a woman like her?

When Damien suddenly pushed in deeper, Louis heard Deena cry out in even more bliss, and he squirmed a little more as he felt a slight tingle in his own cock. Now the deer was hilting in with each thrust, piercing her deeper than Louis could ever reach…would she be ruined for him? As much as she must have loved this, maybe he simply couldn’t measure up to that…he knew he shouldn’t be thinking like that, but it was hard to put things like that out of his mind while stuck in the back of a patrol car watching the patrolman plow his wife and her love the shit out of it. And harder still when the only thing distracting him was his unwanted erection rubbing harder as he tried to relieve the pressure but only made more contact. He was sensitive too, he had been saving up for a few days and had taken a little something himself to make it easier to stay up…now he was regretting that…

But he couldn’t stop that, any more than he could stop Damien. The deer’s thrusts were getting shorter, Deena’s cries were getting higher…she had to have climaxed more than a couple times by now, and she was getting closer to the big one. And Damien must have been getting close, too, with his quicker pace…and there was absolutely no sign that the deer was pulling out, he was committed to unloading in her, potentially claiming her womb for himself. What happened if he knocked her up? Would Deena keep an anthro child with a human husband? Maybe it wouldn’t take, he’d tried several times and it hadn’t been that simple…and even with cross-fertility, the odds were lower than a perfect species match, weren’t they? Maybe that was all he had to hope for…

And then he heard it. First, Deena’s piercing cry ringing in his ears as she came powerfully, again louder than he was sure he’d ever gotten out of her himself. And then, about a dozen seconds later, Damien driving in to the hilt and letting out his own cry, pumping and grinding and spurting his virile load into her, usurping Louis completely as he watched, seeing a little of that cum drool out of her as he gave her everything he could…and then, to finish it all off, Louis seized up a bit as his efforts to get his cock in order backfired fiercely on him, a much wetter spot forming on his pants as he creamed himself, unable to stop it or control it in any way. He tried to tell himself it was just an accident, but the relieving flow of seed wouldn’t let him forget it - he’d just cum watching his wife get possibly bred by another man.

It seemed like an eternity that Damien was releasing, and he was clearly in no hurry to pull out. When he finally did, it was clear that he’d given her everything he had to offer, only a slight drool of seed lingering to leak from the tip, the only other loss being what clung to his shaft. As he moved away, Louis could see Deena laying on the trunk, panting, a delirious smile on her face, her groin soaked with her and Damien’s fluids. Louis’s face burned at the sight of it…it should have been something he made happen, not someone else, and the uncomfortable wetness in his own pants was a reminder of just how blatantly he’d given that up. Hadn’t said one word, hadn’t made the slightest effort to stop it…

Damien had bent down, and now was standing up, using a kerchief to wipe himself down - just coincidentally handy, or had he been prepped for this? Louis didn’t know, and really it seemed like it didn’t matter now. His pants were pulled back up, and then, after a bit of superficial clean-up around Deena, he helped her get her skirt back up and tossed her panties back into the back seat of their car. All so casual, like nothing strange had happened at all, like there was no one there to witness their transgressions…that seemed to be about how much Louis’s feelings mattered in the whole affair. All he could do was sit and stew in his own embarrassment until things finally moved on. Which they did, a couple minutes later, as Damien’s support arrived - another patrolman, a tall and broad-shouldered wolf, which Louis could see Deena making eyes at as he put his arm around her and escorted her towards his cruiser. Was there going to be another performance with another male? At least Louis wouldn’t have to watch it if there was…

Damien finally returned to the front seat of his cruiser, and they pulled off into the night. “My buddy’s just going to wait for the tow truck, and then he’ll get your wife home,” he said casually as they drove. “Shouldn’t be too long, he said ETA was about five. She’ll be in good hands, Cooper’s one of our best.”

Louis remained dead silent. How was he supposed to have a casual conversation with this guy, having just watched him drive in balls-deep into his wife and fill her to the brim with his virility? And with her being so approving, so eager, like she’d never wanted anything more in her life...how could anyone be expected to try to act normal after that? What was he supposed to say?

He heard a little snicker from Damien. “Been through a bit, have you?” That was an understatement. “You know…when I walked up to her side to get her out of the car, first thing she said to me was ‘you aren’t snipped, are you?’ And when I told her I wasn’t, next thing out of her mouth was, ‘good, help me cuck my husband, he’ll love it.’ Going by the scent in here, I’d say she was pretty dead on.”

And here Louis thought he couldn’t have gotten more shocked or embarrassed. All of this had been HER idea?! She’d known he’d see, and WANTED him to see?! But…surely she couldn’t be in her right mind, right? She couldn’t have thought he’d LIKE that…and it was then that he was reminded of the pervasive mess inside his pants, his seed smeared all over his underwear around his cock and balls, shot out watching the scene play out in front of him. But…that didn’t mean he liked it, right? It was just…circumstantial. Right?

“You know…kind of a funny thing about Breeder Fever…that’s what you were using, right?”

“…Something like that.” He wasn’t sure why the cop was asking if he already knew. Maybe just to get him talking.

“Thought so. Heard they were using a new mix as a legal fertility aid. I’ve seen the illegal stuff before, gets ‘em pretty similarly hot and bothered. But though it looks like it, it doesn’t really put them all the way out…they still know what’s going on, and I’ve seen some of ‘em push back. Usually the assholes who use it for date rape have to mix it with booze or something else to really get them vulnerable. But as a party drug, some people like it because they’re still aware…it just tends to loosen lips, free up inhibitions, make ‘em more comfortable saying what they wanna say. And doing what they wanna do. Bringing those repressed desires out to the front, things they wouldn’t’ve wanted anyone to know about, were embarrassed by or thought was taboo, but in the middle of the fever, none of that matters.”

Louis swallowed, his throat feeling dry as his pants did wet. Hidden desires, loosened inhibitions…maybe it was just the cervine’s CYA tactic, but Louis wasn’t feeling too confident about that. Not with how loudly Deena had said she wanted a ‘big, strong, anthro male.’ Not with how cosy she’d been with others that fit the bill. Not with how unbothered she was about putting herself on display like that for him, deliberately inviting the infidelity. Maybe this was all what she had wanted for so long but had never been able to make happen because she knew there was something scandalous or deviant about it…

“Interesting thing about it,” continued Damien, barely even minding Louis’s silence. “Everything I hear about it, once those desires are awakened and acted on? They don’t just go back into the backdrop once they’re out of it. Not sure whether it’s directly because of the drug or there’s something else to it, but word is, once you awaken that beast, there’s no putting it back to sleep.” Another chuckle as Louis’s eyes opened wide at the implications of that. “And given how eager she was, I think it’s WIDE awake now. You might wanna get used to finding yourself on the observing side…though something tells me you aren’t all that bothered by it as you want to be.”

The most troubling part was, Louis couldn’t have credibly denied that. His silence and the mess in his pants spoke volumes more than any feeble objection he could have come up with. If what Damien was saying was true, then there was a good chance Deena’s closeness with others was about to get a lot closer, and he was about to be a watcher a lot more often. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance Damien was just trying to fuck with his head…but he wouldn’t know until he had a long talk with his wife. And something told him that he wasn’t likely to get that answer…and he was trying not to listen to the small part that told him maybe he didn’t want it…