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Nothing had quite been the same since the virus was unleashed on an unsuspecting population. Originally, scientists had called the devious lab-synthesized thing the "B-Virus", but it had quickly spread so far and wide, to some ninety-nine percent of the world's population, that it was simply known as "the virus," now. Sure, the flu was common, but the devastating B-Virus had eclipsed all others that came before it.

It wasn't a simple one, either. A normal virus either killed the victim or left them feeling half dead. This one laid dormant in the victim's body until a catalyst reaction woke it up, one very purposefully engineered by its demented creator. That catalyst was the flood of chemicals that occurred when the victim reached an orgasm.

Bizarre, yes, but the virus had been developed by a renegade puritan. He had intended it to be the ultimate method for stopping what he saw as “immoral" sex, degrading the fabric of society. As designed, it would've turned any women who orgasm after contracting the virus into obedient housewives. Unfortunately, his ambitions were higher than his skills, and such a variant had never quite been finalized – perhaps not being possible at all – before a raid on his workplace had forced him to release the virus early, in the vain hope that it might, through some divine intervention, do what he wanted it to.

It didn't, of course. Even if a god was watching, they were no admirer of what he was doing. First, the virus' patient zero was a man rather than a woman, because the zealous creator engineered his virus to target the X-chromosome, due to either his blissful ignorance or because he had simply forgotten that men also possessed a copy. Second, nobody became a happy domestic housewife. Rather, the virus erased the victim's mind, leaving them a drooling husk who would eventually – with some care – recover enough to have, at most, low to average intelligence and a very, very high sex drive, a state commonly known as being a bimbo.

This, of course, increased the rates of premarital and casual sex. As high as the risk of losing your mind was, the thought of getting to have all the sex you wanted was a powerful motivator for the average person. Besides, the virus didn't trigger every time. It was perhaps half of all orgasms that did it on average. For some individuals, the chance was low. For others, it happened the very first time they had sex after infection. Women did seem to have a somewhat higher risk of succumbing, but it was a negligible difference. Finally, some precious rare individuals appeared to be immune entirely, or at least, had such a low risk of “blanking" – hence the B in B-virus – that they had managed to fuck dozens of times since the pandemic started. Yet, as any scientist would tell you: the risk was always there.

In other words, it was a gamble, even for the sturdiest of minds. And now, society had effectively been reshaped by the tension and risk of any sex that resulted in orgasm. Many had opted for massage sessions instead. Some had gone celibate. Then there was the vast majority; people who treated sex as a necessary vice and risk, simply accepting that sometimes, bad things happened as a result.

Rose, a vixen in her best years, had always been one of the celibates. She felt no particular need to have sex the way so many others appeared to. Besides, her mother had been one of the victims when she was very young. One morning, she had simply been… not there, to say the least. Her father in turn had looked rather apologetic. Over time she had recovered somewhat, but not to what Rose had known originally. Rather, her mother became a horny bimbo who couldn't be satisfied by just her husband, and eventually, almost every day they had a different bull over.

Nowadays, Rose lived far away from her parents, but she could still remember her mother's joyful moans at getting bred. Or the giggles when Rose asked for help with homework and got only excuses in return. She had promised herself to never orgasm, back then.

It wasn't helped by the whole industry that quickly grew around the “blanked" victims. Some companies specialized in “reconditioning" them into “useful members of society," that is to say, prostitutes and such, to keep other blanked individuals busy, or for sex with those who dared to roll the die. After the initial erasure, relatives and partners were encouraged to simply leave the former person at a collection point while they were still a drooling, happy vegetable. They were then shipped off to what were called bimbo factories to ensure their recovery into that desirable state rather than simply a boring lack of intellect.

It was horrible. Which was why when Rose's closest friend, Dawn, disappeared one day from her job at the office, she was terribly worried. When Dawn returned to work, twice as curvy as she had been – Rose wasn't sure if the virus caused breast growth or if she had gotten implants – giggly, and openly horny at the office, she was twice as worried. The other vixen had decided to bleach her hair, and the first time Rose saw her after her absence wasn't busy with work, but leaving their manager's office with cum still clinging to her plump lips, giggling like a teenager who had just done something naughty.

But there had been something about her new personality that'd appealed to some hidden part of Rose's personality. Dawn seemed so happy. She was constantly having fun, unafraid to partake in casual sex with anyone who asked, and her dumb enthusiasm was incredibly infectious, to the point her boss actually kept her on the team despite her barely being able to work at all.

One of those days, Dawn had invited her for coffee. Reluctantly, Rose had agreed.

“I guess I just have to ask," Rose said, as they were both sipping on their drinks. Hers was a plain black coffee made of high-quality beans. Dawn's was more like a milkshake with pink foam, syrup, berries, and maybe a dash of coffee in there somewhere. “What's it like?"

“Um, what's what like?" Dawn squeaked, having been busy twirling her long, blonde hair while staring blankly at her drink. “Oh! It's like, pretty tasty! You should try some strawberry cream in your too!"

The fox sighed. Dawn had been smart, once. “I mean, the… orgasming thing. Turning into an idiot," she explained.

“Oooh, thaaat. Well, I don't really mind it! It just makes me worry less about everything!" Dawn beamed. “I mean I miss being able to do my own taaaxes, but my partner does them for me now. He's still not been affected! And I can just suck his cock instead!"

The other vixen seemed to zone out, staring through Rose rather than looking at her. Rose thought about the whole situation. Dawn hadn't just been smart, she had been the kind of driven woman to get a doctoral education, once upon a time. She had a library at home, so massive the shelves bent under the weight of the books. She had been so tediously smart that she solved sudoku puzzles for fun, which Rose just couldn't comprehend in the slightest.

And here she was now, as a bubbly bimbo who'd never reach even a tenth of her original heights. But then, she seemed so happy. The constant scowl her face had previously hinted at – that of a woman who felt weighed down by the troubles of the world, knowing that she lacked only the power to solve them – was gone, and beneath it, the fox looked beautiful.

What had happened? Why had she done it? Why trigger the virus when doing so was just about entirely optional? Rose tried to ask all those questions while fighting back the tears of finally confronting her friend and realizing that there was almost nothing left of her.

“Weeell," Dawn drawled. “I just didn't feel like worrying anymore! Life is so much more fun when you just let things happen! Like, carpe diem and all that, like the Spanish say!"

“The… Romans, you mean?" Rose corrected her, but the look on Dawn's face told her that her friend probably didn't remember anything about Latin or Romans or anything else that had happened more than a week ago. Except the one thing that now defined her.

“So anyway, I asked my boyfriend to do it. I think he loves me waaay more now, getting to fuck every few hours," she giggled. “And I like having my panties full of his cum."

Again, though, tragic was it was, there was that charming, brainless enthusiasm. Rose found herself wondering how it felt, not having any worries at all except for the next moment of pleasure. Even more so, she wondered how the initial state after orgasming and getting blanked felt. She imagined it was a kind of dark, floating bliss. Of dreaming while awake, or maybe deep meditation. The same kind of primal satisfaction as a drink when thirsty brought. A soothing happiness. And then she'd just be a fucktoy until she recovered enough brains to be a barely functional bimbo instead.

The bimbos could, of course, still end up blanked again, but for some reason, the recovery was faster every subsequent time. Usually, they didn't even need reconditioning, which meant there was no need to toss them out into the collection containers, just a day or so in bed.

“But the sex is oh-my-god amazing!" Dawn squeaked. “You should do it too! You're always so stressed at work!"

She had already planted the seed for it in Rose's mind, but this was her pouring water on it to make it sprout. The blanked individuals weren't treated any worse… well, contextually speaking. They were certainly treated as public sex objects, but they loved it, and the people using them loved it too, so each one was provided with at least basic housing if they weren't lucky enough to hold down a job like Dawn here.

When Rose went home that night, she couldn't get the thought out of her head. The empty-headed bliss, just an orgasm away. She did, of course, feel like she'd be betraying everyone she knew, but it wasn't as if she had a lot of people in her life, anyway. Dawn had been a friend, and maybe she still was. Her family, she was estranged from. And she didn't have a partner.

Maybe because you're always overthinking everything, the vixen scolded herself. Dawn had been like her, and she was so much happier now.

Rose couldn't sleep at all when she went to bed later. Almost all night, she spent squirming around, restlessly tossing and turning, rolling from side to side and unable to think about anything except the one-way switch inside her body that'd turn her into a brainless slut too, if she just came.

It was going to happen, wasn't it? Even if she didn't have sex, there'd be some time when she rode a bike or something and her clit rubbed against the seat just right. It was unavoidable, the vixen told herself, half asleep, so wouldn't it be better to just do it deliberately? At least that way you won't fall over or crash your car when you suddenly cum your brains out driving it?

She hated the idea, but sure enough, it also became a destructive obsession for her. Rose started to keep an eye on the people she passed on her way to work. The happy bimbos and himbos, dressed in barely anything, contrasted with people like her; harried, stressed, busy, anxious. It wasn't fair that she had to carry the world on her shoulders like the Atlas of old, not when everyone else she knew happily embraced being stupid.

That's how they get you, you know, she reminded herself. They make being dumb look really cool and good, when in reality it's just you getting thrown into a dumpster and reconditioned as a total slut.

The reality of it was that it became such a distraction for the vixen that she struggled with getting any of her work done anyway, especially hearing Dawn in the boss' office next door, moaning happily several times a day. It was so horribly degrading, and that only made her want it more. Yes, she did want it. It was difficult to admit, but there was such an appeal to it. She wanted to be happy, too. Wasn't that the whole purpose of life?

She told Dawn about it, and Dawn was overjoyed.

“Ooh! I know exactly the right person for it! There's this really hot and sexy horse!" she squeaked. “He'll fuck your brains right out! Mine too, we should go together! I bet he'd love to fuck two sexy vixens at once!"

“Yeah, I bet," Rose replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. She was horny, but she wasn't stupid yet. Every single man seemed to fantasize about sex with two women at a time already.

Ah well, as long as the horse could deliver what he apparently promised. When Rose looked him up, he was rather attractive – perfectly sculpted body, hefty equine cock, piercing blue eyes – but he presented himself as god's gift to women. He offered to breed and dumb down everyone who wanted it, and was, according to himself, immune, having filled up dozens of women without losing his own mind.

Rose wasn't entirely sure about all that bragging, but she did feel a tingle of arousal at someone who regarded her as just another wet slutty hole being the one claim her, to turn her into exactly that. A wanton slut for men like him, and everyone else for that matter. It was degradation, once again, that really had her pussy quivering.

You can't seriously want that, girl.

She did, though. No matter how nonsensical, stupid, risky, and outright dangerous it was. There was even a chance that she'd be just fine after her first orgasm, surrendered to some chauvinistic stud. Or she might not be, finally free from all the worries that came with thinking. Thankfully, when Dawn called her, he had a “free appointment" tomorrow. Dawn found that a miraculous coincidence given how popular a stud he was, whereas Rose, who thankfully wasn't on the phone, sooner suspected he had nothing but available times.

That didn't change the fact that his cock was big and beautiful enough to make Rose want it, though. She promised herself to just let things happen as they did, the next day, no matter where they took her. They'd meet at the horse's house. Dawn's boyfriend didn't mind, either: nobody expected monogamy from the blanked. Especially not the ones whose partners had intentionally reconditioned them into bimbos. Part of the whole appeal was sometimes finding your mindless partner full of someone else's cum, or so Rose figured.

She slept even less that night.

In the morning, only barely awake and fueled by a massive dose of strong, black coffee – would she end up ordering sugary drinks like Dawn, Rose wondered, once she had been blanked too? – she made her way to her friend's house for a sexy date with destiny. She looked forward to her first orgasm. Everyone said they were amazing. Either way, it was only a short trip to the little unremarkable house on an unremarkable suburban street.

The horse that greeted them did so with a cocky grin. It would've immediately been the kind of expression that got on Rose's nerves, if not for the fact that he actually did look every bit as good as his self-assured behavior would suggest. He wasn't wearing a shirt, ether, just a towel over his broad, masculine shoulders to emphasize his perfectly sculpted torso. Between the palomino color, narrow hips, long flowing mane and everything else, the horse, who was probably a Thoroughbred, was stunning.

Maybe he wasn't the best-looking man to walk the earth, but he was the closest example Rose had ever seen. At least, he was that now that she allowed herself to look at anyone as a sexual being, as a potential source of joy and pleasure.

“Hello, hello, you beautiful vixens," he greeted them with surprising warmth. Maybe warmth was what the average person wanted when sacrificing their mind. The flirting instantly made Dawn giggle and blush, whereas Rose remained a little steadier despite her growing lust. “Why don't you both come inside?"

The vixens did so. Dawn first, her tail wagging excitedly, and Rose following slowly after her. The horse's house was cozy, well decorated in a theme that leaned towards the nautical, which seemed rather out of place for a species as landlocked as a horse. Still, it made him a little more interesting to think about.

“Alright, so, I'd brew you both some tea, but I mean, we all know what you're here for. Dawn I've already met before, and she knows exactly where this is going," he started.

Dawn squirmed in place, again blushing and behaving like a high schooler about to have sex for the very first time. Rather than being annoyed, Rose felt a kind of jealousy about it. How very young she seemed; the horny innocence and the naivete.

“You don't have to worry about anything," he continued, speaking in such a low and slow tone that it was hard not to feel comfortable. “Once I'm done, I'll let Dawn rest here until she recovers, probably fucking her a few more times while she's totally out, and you-“

“Rose," the fox reminded him.

“Yeah, Rose, you I'll be putting in the collection dumpster outside. They get emptied in an hour or so, and I'll make sure you stay warm and everything. Then you'll be welcome to meet me again once you're a little more… well, like your friend here."

The way the horse weaved that openly lecherous attitude with a genuine-sounding kindness and concern was strange, but not unwelcome.

“Why don't you two just take your clothes off? I promise this won't take long at all," he added. “Especially if you've really never cum, before, right?"

Rose shook her head. In fact, even being here, being about to let it actually happen, had her soaking wet. Wetter than she could ever remember herself being, at least after her teenage years.

She obeyed, slowly disrobing. Dawn was already naked, laying on the bed with her legs spread wide, and though Rose felt a lot more self-conscious as her breasts popped free, and then even more so when she peeled off her panties and got an immediate reminder of how wet she was – the horse nickered in appreciation at the sight – she joined her friend on the rather luxurious bed.

“Okay, who wants my cock first?" the horse teased them. “I'll be taking turns, but…"

He slowly, sensually, unbuttoned his perfectly fitting jeans. This was the first time Rose really looked at his crotch despite that being the whole purpose of their visit here, and she blushed at the apparent size of his cock bulging against the fabric. The vixen only got to admire it briefly before his equine cock popped free.

“M-me, me first," Rose managed to stutter.

“You go, girl!" Dawn giggled next to her, her soft and warm hands guiding Rose onto all fours. If she was going to be reduced to little more than a horny animal, it was only appropriate that she got fucked like one, after all.

The horse joined them on the bed. Somehow, realizing that she didn't even know his name made it all the more exciting for Rose. This was going to be most of her life from this point on. Sex with anyone who wanted to fuck her. Men, and probably even women, whose names she didn't even know. And she'd let them, because without those nagging worries and apprehensive thoughts, why wouldn't she? It'd feel good. And that would be all that mattered for her after today.

The fantasy had her so wet that she could feel her hot juices oozing down her thighs from her drooling pussy. There was such a heady element of transgression to it. She wasn't supposed to want to be an air-headed slut, an object to be fucked, filled, and then discarded. But she did. Once he made her cum, it'd be goodbye academic pursuits, goodbye books, goodbye even moderately interesting conversations. Maybe if she was lucky she'd retain enough smarts to do her own makeup.

Then, suddenly, the horse's thick, warm flare kissed her swollen lips, and she almost came on the spot, understanding what was about to happen. Her pussy clenched against his cock, and then eagerly and wetly yielded at the slightest pressure from the equine's hips, as the bloated crown pushed into her. He slid deeper into her welcoming, squeezing body, inch after inch. It wasn't the first time Rose had been filled with something – she had played with a dildo once, though just to see how deep inside her it could go – but it was the first time it was a real cock, and the warmth of it was incredible. The way it throbbed with pleasure inside her was better. And then, as he began to thrust, the immediate quake of pleasure that resonated through her as his flare dug into every sensitive spot inside her, that was the best, leaving the vixen moaning as if her mind had melted already.

Just as that delightful, climactic resonance began to build up, though, the horse pulled out of her. It left the vixen whimpering, a feeling of sudden and deep emptiness coming over her. Instead, the horse thrust into Dawn, who moaned with the mindless bliss of all the blanked.

“Rrf, figured you'd… want to see your friend get her brains fucked out, first," the horse grunted, his hips pistoning into Dawn's loose and eager body with practiced, machinelike precision. “Isn't that right, you women always want to share."

He wasn't wrong, even if Rose resented the implication.

“You can cum whenever you want to, you horny slut," he rumbled, thrusting into Dawn with a fierce, masculine energy. “Don't worry about me. I want to finish inside your friend, here."

Rose doubted that the other vixen was really hearing anything over her own pleasured moans, or if she was, she certainly wasn't understanding it. Nor was she able to just choose not to cum; that took willpower that none of the blanked had, especially those specifically molded into bimbos. They couldn't avoid cumming any more than the average person could avoid breathing.

Not to say that she didn't look amazing getting well and truly fucked by the muscular stallion, until she struggled to even breathe.

It took maybe two dozen thrusts before Dawn reached her peak, and moaned out as if it was the best orgasm she'd ever had. Rose watched, with bated breath and an almost hypnotized stare, as the other vixen squirmed and spasmed in orgasm, a gush of her juices staining the horse's groin as he fucked her through her climax, prolonging it as far as he could. And then, Dawn collapsed onto the bed, a totally vacant look in her eyes. The same kind of empty-minded bliss as a mere animal, or even less; a doll. Rose waved a hand in front of her and got no reaction at all.

“Mm, that's the way I like them," the stallion drawled. “Dumb, mindless fucktoys."

He pulled out with a wet slurp, his cock still hard and throbbing, the warmth radiating from him intense enough that Rose could feel it near her exposed, unprotected pussy.

“You want to be like that, don't you? A drooling cum dumpster?"

Once again, he rubbed the flat end of his cock against her slit. The touch was electrifying, and her answer to his question came in ragged little stutters. It was hardly coherent. She wanted it too badly. And then, her stallion thrust in again, knocking the air right out of her lungs as he began to thrust with the same sharp, jagged rhythm that'd taken Dawn's mind… again.

This time there would be no stopping. No more breaks until Rose was a drooling mess. Oh, how badly she wanted it. There it was again, the glorious compounding resonance along her spine, the glowing, white-hot pleasure in her loins and belly, ecstatic tension coiling like a tightly wound spring inside her. Every fiber of her being felt electrified and charged, ready to explode and take her mind with it.

“Just… pop that… fucking cork," the horse groaned. He was close too, she could tell as much even if she'd never had a man cum inside her before. She'd seen it happen enough, the swelling and throbbing just before orgasm.

He'd be filling her with his seed just as she climaxed, to replace all the thoughts she squirted out with warm, thick cum. Nothing but pure lust would remain. For a second, Rose teetered just on the edge, her whole body tensing up in anticipation. This was it, it had to be. Already the building orgasm had tears streaming from her eyes.

And it happened, in one long, beautiful moment. She let out a moan of her own, just as Dawn had, when she felt that very first orgasmic spasm. She immediately recognized the sensation as such, unique and overwhelming as it was. Rose had no idea how to react, but even though her inexperienced mind was confused, her body knew exactly what to do. Involuntarily, her body clenched around the horse's cock, again and again in jagged rhythm, milking him as she surrendered fully. In that blissful moment she thought of nothing at all except how the stallion's amazing cock lurched and throbbed deep inside her, of his thick virile warmth filling her, which it did for seemingly countless pressured jets splashing somewhere inside her. Oh! With each spurt of warmth and each fluttering squeeze of her cunt, she could practically feel her thoughts leaving her, and all that was left in her head was a pleasant emptiness in which nothing mattered.

But it turned out to only be a tease, a taste of what could've been. As her orgasm ebbed, she realized she could still think. Oh, she felt good, amazing and fuzzy and tingly from head to toe, but she could still reason and worry. Instead, the stallion slumped over onto his side, his cock slipping out of Rose's body.

“Hello?" she tried. Even her voice sounded normal. She hadn't lost anything. But the horse had the same blissful look that Dawn did, and he didn't reply. The conclusion came quickly; he had been blanked. Rose herself, not so much.

Fuck.

She'd have to deal with this. The horse was far too big for her to carry anywhere, and left alone, he might starve before anyone happened to drop by. Rose cursed her bad luck and especially the fact that she had to take responsibility right after her wonderful orgasm. It ruined the moment, to say the least. Of course, she had to be one of the resistant ones.

No big deal, though. She'd fix that little problem. She was committed to being mindless and horny, now. That was the kind of person Rose was: stubborn to a fault and never faltering from a goal she had set for herself, no matter how stupid. Dawn had been like that, too.

“Yeah, so… hi?" she answered when someone at the other end of the blanking emergency line picked up with a tired greeting. “I have two people here. One is a regular, the other is a first timer."

“Mhm. All healthy? Make sure they're not lying face-down or anything like that," came the reply. “We'll be there to pick them up in… I dunno, an hour."

She proceeded to give the tired man the address, while pinching the bridge of her slender muzzle in frustration.

“Ooh, that guy? Big stallion who used to… haha!" the man at the other end burst into laughter. “See, I told everyone that he'd break eventually. And now you've done it, you and your magic pussy!"

Rose hung up. The recovery hotline was serious business, but thanks to booming demand, they hired just about anyone to receive calls. Quickly, Rose gathered her clothes and then slipped out of the stallion's house before anyone could arrive. She could hear sirens in the distance, somewhere far away, but if they were for her situation, the fox couldn't tell.

She felt robbed. Everyone else the horse fucked was blessed with a blissful worry-free lifestyle! Instead of considering herself lucky like a reasonable gambler might – taking her fortune as a sign to stop – she immediately made plans for more risky encounters, because despite being one of the few lucky ones who could orgasm without immediately having their mind melt, she wanted to lose.

When she had some time to think about it, she had a couple of ideas. She could try fucking Dawn, once the other vixen had recovered. Not that Rose had ever really had any lesbian thoughts, but she'd barely had any sexual thoughts at all. Maybe, if given the chance, she was really into tits. Maybe Dawn's new personality would be infectious.

Or she could indulge in one of her darker kinks. One of those things she'd thought about in her worst moments, especially when not allowed to orgasm. She had a few friends who she knew would be into it. Namely, she'd ask one of them to rape her. Well, to pretend to. Something rough. Rose shuddered. Even if her mind remained bothersome as ever, worrying about the potential consequences of everything she was about to try, she quivered with desire.

For a moment, she toyed with the idea of just walking outside without panties on at all and letting everyone who asked fuck her. But no, that was too much, even if the thought excited her; she wasn't there yet. That was something for the blanked, not normal girls like herself.

She never met the horse again, but Dawn was, as everyone expected after little more than a day later, back to her bubbly new self, while Rose kept fighting the urge to masturbate. She could cum, yes, but if she ended up being blanked alone at her little apartment, it could be ages before anyone found her. That was too much of a recipe for tragedy for her to risk. All orgasms had to be caused by someone else.

From there, it wasn't hard to convince Dawn to let Rose experiment with her. Just a phone call, and she was giggling with excitement at the prospect of finally being allowed to taste Rose's pussy. The bimbo types almost never said no to anyone. Saying yes, after all, felt good. And so, the next night after she had been returned home – in the state that was normal to her, nowadays – and her boyfriend even agreed to join. Jake, a golden retriever, was one of those individuals who had orgasmed at least a few times without being blanked. And, as Dawn eagerly told Rose after the latter shared her plans, he'd probably be happy to force himself on Rose if she “really wanted that".

As she made her way to the other vixen's home, she deliberately took the long road. Now, with her eyes open to the lust and degeneration of, well, everyone around her, she could see it everywhere. Sex shops, discarded condoms, the occasional heady scent of a good rut. She even passed an alleyway where she saw two people pressed against a wall, their bodies moving in sweet, twitchy rhythm.

She was so distracted that she almost walked into a huge crocodile who exited one of the sex shops along the backstreet.

“Oh, I'm sorry!" she squeaked.

“No problem. I get that all the time. Kinda hard to notice," he grinned, perhaps trying to conceal the fact that he proceeded to zip up his pants. Nobody really bothered to hide much with how society had become. In truth, he was anything but hard to notice, being a huge muscular reptile.

But Rose had a destination in mind, so she continued on her way, trying not to think about what he had been doing in the sex shop. Probably melting someone else's mind. Knocking them up, even.

Rose arrived at a modest house that smelled pink. Like bubblegum and roses, but in a much more synthetic, cloying fragrance. Dawn greeted her naked, with absolutely no shame about who might see her as she opened the door. Behind her was her boyfriend, Jake.

“She's the one? What a cutie, you two could be sisters," the dog rumbled, leaning over Dawn to nuzzle at her neck.

“Yup, that's Rose!" Dawn giggled, squirming at her boyfriend's touch. “She wants to fuck both of us! Well… me anyway. And then you just rape her."

Jake raised an eyebrow at that. “So, like, roleplay? Consensual nonconsent? That kind of thing?" he looked at Rose with a hint of suspicion in his soft brown eyes.

“Yeaaah, I was kind of hoping Dawn would've told you, but you got the idea," Rose huffed, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward. “Like, if you just… pretend that you're forcing your cock into me while I'm busy with her?"

“Mm. I can do that. And yeah, she has been a little forgetful recently. Haven't you, my horny little vixen?" Jake smiled, nudging his partner. When Dawn didn't respond with anything more than a confused giggle at what she was even being asked about, her canine boyfriend returned his attention to Rose. “Actually, you know, I have a better idea."

Suddenly, he stepped forward, and grabbed Rose's hand roughly. The vixen gave an alarmed squeak as she was roughly forced against the outside wall of their house.

“You wanted this, so enjoy," the dog growled. Before Rose could say anything, she could feel the cool outside air directly on her ass as Jake pulled her dress up, shamelessly exposing her body to the whole neighborhood. She hadn't been expecting to keep it on for long, so she hadn't worn anything under it except her panties. And those, the dog made short work of, tearing them off her.

“Those were-“ she whined, but was silenced by Jake grabbing her muzzle and squeezing her mouth shut.

“Shut up, slut. You don't get to decide what I do," he growled. Rose felt his warm breath against her scruff, just second away from biting her, or worse. She heard a zipper tug down, and quickly something even warmer was pressed against her. A hard kind of warmth, eagerly nudging and jabbing against her sensitive folds.

Then he thrust into her without waiting for any kind of approval or consent, forcing his entire cock into her in one firm thrust. Rose squealed, blushing fiercely as she realized all of Dawn's neighbors could hear her. Maybe, if she was lucky, they'd think she was her, too.

It was hot. The fantasy of being forced by someone like this had Rose grow damp around the retriever's knotted shaft. He'd fuck her brains out and there'd be nothing she could do about it. She let out a loud moan, just as shameless as the man rutting into her supposedly unwilling cunt.

“Ooh, you look so hot like that!" Dawn squeaked. She dropped down onto her knees to watch her partner's cock disappear inside her friend. There was naturally no sign of possessiveness, as there never was with bimbos. “You're like, taking all of him!"

Sure enough, Jake was big. Some seven or eight inches, and thick to boot, not to mention the slowly swelling knot pounding against her entrance already. But he was no horse; apparently Dawn had already forgotten what they had done a couple of days back. Not that Rose had any time to think about it; just as she tried to muster a reply, she felt Dawn's warm and slippery tongue lap over her clit, and this time she squealed, clenching hard around Jake's cock.

She heard Dawn comment something about how she tasted – something, something, honey – but Rose forgot what it was instantly in the next shocking quake of pleasure. This was it, she already knew. Between Dawn's soft lips against her clit and the dog rutting into her with almost bestial force, she was going to cum in just a few minutes. Already she was soaring with pleasure towards new untold heights, all the thoughts of it being roleplayed rape having long since faded from her mind. At least until Jake's teeth dug into her shoulder as he took a rough mating bite, mumbling something about her being a good girl.

The sharp sting of pain set off something inside her. Rose came immediately, singing out with pleasure as she climaxed around the dog's cock and coated Dawn's smiling face and tongue with her juices. This was it! This was finally it! She was already drooling in anticipation of blissful mental emptiness! It was time to let someone else worry about taxes and work while she just enjoyed orgasm after orgasm!

Jake shoved his knot into her, spreading the vixen wide with almost brutal force. It ached in the best of ways, leaving her spasming, quaking pussy feeling so deliciously full, with no way out except by losing her mind. And getting her womb filled with someone else's cum and possibly getting pregnant, Rose still wasn't protected in any way as her pussy drank every slimy drop of belly-swelling seed with a carnal, spasming thirst. Each feathery little lick that Dawn dragged over her clit prolonged the ecstasy for a few precious seconds, until Rose was nothing but a drenched mess down there.

And then her lover went suspiciously quiet. Then, he fell backwards onto the well-kept lawn, pulling Rose with it. She squealed at the sudden fall, ending up sitting on top of Dawn's boyfriend with his knot still securely inside her. The other vixen just barely made it out to avoid getting kicked by the dog's slipping legs.

It took a few seconds for the rush of adrenaline to fade enough for Rose to have any idea what was happening. The alarmed blankness was almost what she'd been hoping for, and yet it wasn't, because soon, she started considering what had just happened again. Rose glanced down at her friend's partner, who was staring towards the sky with an empty expression on his face.

“Oh, fuck me. Don't tell me that-“ Rose groaned, ripping a tuft of grass from the lawn in frustration. “Don't tell me!"

Dawn had one look at her partner.

“Looks like you just blanked him too!" she giggled. “At least he had time to fill you right up!"

She was, for someone who'd never see her boyfriend the way they used to be before, very unconcerned. But then, maybe a relationship between a bimbo and a himbo could work out? If they didn't starve to death just having sex every day, anyway. Rose made a mental note to ask the blanking hotline to send a caretaker. Certainly, Dawn and Jake were well-off enough to afford one if they needed it.

But that left her incredibly frustrated, squirming around the dog's knot. It felt amazing, and the fullness, slipperiness, and warmth that filled every nook and cranny inside her overstuffed, eager pussy? That felt even better.

What didn't feel good was that she was still conscious. Achingly, painfully conscious. Reality hadn't left her like she had hoped it would.

Thankfully, there was still Dawn, herself. Rose was still incredibly horny despite having just creamed all over the retriever's cock. The moment she felt his knot begin to soften, she wrenched herself off with a loud pop that was followed by a gush of warmth over the dog's lap. Not that he really cared, given the state he was in. It'd be a week before he did.

Rather than wait, or even tell Dawn what she was planning, Rose walked up to her and pushed her down on her knees. Dawn obeyed without question, as bimbos always did, though there was a glint of anticipation in her otherwise dim eyes. She licked her plump lips as Rose pushed her onto her back, and then planted her cum-soaked pussy right against her slender snout.

“You finish the job," she snarled. “Make me cum my goddamn brains out!"

The dominant attitude quickly melted into moans as she felt Dawn's tongue over her puffy sex again, hungrily scooping up the cum that Jake had pumped into her only moments ago, now mingling with her own juices. Dawn drank that mess as if it was the most delicious thing she could imagine, letting it swirl over her tongue like champagne.

Rose didn't care. She just wanted to cum again and again until one of those orgasms took. She pushed down firmly, squashing her sodden cunt against Dawn's tongue, moaning happily as the two performed the act still in plain view of everyone else. And now, there'd be no way anyone thought she was Dawn. But Rose continued not to care. She might've not been mindless, but she was hyped up, charged with so much raw sexual need that she didn't mind if anyone saw her, didn't mind that the bitch whose face she was riding and leaking all over was another woman. In the state she was in, everyone was attractive, and everything felt good.

Dawn plunged her tongue into Rose's pussy, savoring the taste of both her friend and boyfriend, curling it around inside her with instinctive ease and the kind of natural sexual cunning she now possessed. Soon the other vixen was shivering, practically flooding her mouth with her juices, bucking and grinding and trying to force Dawn into eating her out faster.

This had to be it. She was going to be infected by whatever strain had cost Dawn her beautiful mind, and then, finally, she'd be free of all those pesky thoughts and worries! She was so excited that another somewhat taboo thought popped up in her lusty mind. Rose turned around, keeping her dripping sex pressed firmly against Dawn's snout, but with a hunger of her own growing. A quick glance downwards showed that the other vixen was pretty wet too. She probably always was, but the sight was still beautiful.

In for a penny, right, Rose thought. Might as well try everything while you still can think, because it's not going to be for much longer.

With that, she quickly dropped onto all fours atop her best friend, still in the garden with absolutely no worries about who might be watching. In fact, Rose kind of hoped someone was. Someone sexy who'd happily take advantage of all three of them laying there, freshly blanked and happy. Someone with no qualms about just using her. Gods, yes. She could smell Dawn's wetness, her well-used pussy only inches away from Rose's snout.

She had, once again, never thought of other women sexually before. But as always with Rose, once an idea had taken root, she had the hardest of times resisting it. And right now, it was the sight of the other vixen's sopping wet cunt. Rose lowered her head and let the soft fur on her chin drag over Dawn's clit, which made her moan against Rose's pussy in turn.

It all felt so wonderfully erotic, like she was floating. Rose stuck her tongue out to let Dawn's juices coat it. She had been expecting something salty or neutral, but the other vixen tasted perhaps most like honey. Taking a deep breath, Rose went all in, pursing her lips around Dawn's clit and suckling on it gently, then curling further down to lick along the length of that leaking feminine groove to get another taste of the nectar she'd earned.

Rose didn't have time to do it for long – her own orgasm was already building, and building quickly – but for the few moments that she could, she eagerly slurped up Dawn's honeyed taste, twirled her tongue over the other vixen's stiff little clit, letting her scent fill her nostrils and her taste, her mouth. And then, she came, this time quietly with her mouth pressed flush against Dawn's sex. Instead of the usual loud moaning and thrashing, she only quivered a few times, grasping her lover tightly and griding against her while her pussy spasmed against Dawn's mouth, no doubt gushing, maybe even squirting with how Dawn kept giggling between licks.

But before her orgasm was even over, she noticed that no part of her was fading.

“Sooo, feeling any better now?" Dawn murmured, stealing little licks and kisses along her best friend's thighs and her suddenly very sensitive lips.

“No, I'm… not," Rose groaned. Frustration was beginning to set in, and in a big way. Suddenly she felt more awkward and cold with both ends soaked with lust, and forced herself to stand up. “I feel exactly like I-“

That was the moment she noticed several people standing by their windows in the neighboring houses. They melted away and lights turned off the instant Rose saw them, but suddenly she was scrambling to pull her dress back down, and to retain any scrap of modesty she could salvage.

“Okay, you take care of him, right?" she asked, quickly wiping off the worst of Dawn's juices off her snout and turning around to head off as quickly as she could.

“Sure! After I ride his cock a few more times," Dawn smiled, batting playfully at her boyfriend's still-hard cock.

Life wasn't fair! Rose had wanted to be in that position, enjoyed while unconscious and waking up stupid and horny! She had to grit her teeth to keep herself from ruining the moment as she quickly left, trying to keep to the shadows as much as possible so that nobody would recognize her.

The instant she got home, though, she was already making other plans. Whatever she lost didn't matter, especially if it was just her dignity, as long as she got what she wanted. After all, once someone blanked her, she'd no longer care about being as slutty as she wanted to be. The vixen sighed. She made up a plan to go to the biggest sex-soaked nightclub in town and just offer herself around as a party favor. But somewhere in the back of her mind, shew knew that no matter how many times in a night she came, it'd take something more than just orgasms for the virus to work its magic on her.

It might not have worked, but still, in her newly liberated life, Rose was having more fun than ever. At least each climax did wonders to dispel the constant frustration at being unable to reach her thoughtless dreams. There was just one downside, one that had plagued very eager women for ages and was only made worse by the introduction of the virus: with time, people began to avoid her. Well, those who hadn't already been blanked certainly did.

Indeed, Rose, no matter how beautiful her face or how curvy and perfect her body, was left with a reputation after her foray into hedonism, polygamy, and promiscuity as she kept looking for someone who could break her undefeated streak. Not just because of Dawn and Jake eagerly gossiping about her, but because she kept riding cock after cock in the vain hope that someone would give her what she yearned for. Rose became well-known enough in her average city that she began to have people decline her advances, as everyone knew someone, who knew somehow, whose friend had lost their mind fucking her. She was rumored to be totally immune to the virus.

To say the least, the vixen was left dejected and frustrated, both. For anyone else, and in almost any other situation, being able to have as much sex as she wanted with no ill effects would've been a blessing. Not to her, though. Not given what she had become obsessed with, over time, and not given that she'd erased the minds of any partner she had, and the bimbos and himbos were rather tedious to have any kind of conversation with. The same kind of feeling as trying to talk to someone drunk while sober.

Maybe there was someone out there who could do it to her, Rose sighed again, more heavily this time, leaning her head against her bedroom window as she stared into the night outside. The problem was just finding that one person, which was the fateful pursuit she'd quickly come to dedicate all her free time to. Still, it was a rather fruitful journey of discovery. After all, only weeks before, she had never had sex, had never orgasmed, certainly hadn't even dreamt of lesbian sex.

Someone had to be out there, the vixen told herself, one hand lazily stuck in her pants and kneading her well-used and tingling pussy. Maybe she had met them already, and just hadn't realized it. Or maybe she'd start providing a service like the stallion who had started all of this.

The vixen let her thoughts wander as she slowly rubbed herself, thinking of all the people she had passed by in the last few days.