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All around the world, scientists were hard at work trying to figure out a cure for the B-virus – the one that had, by now, infected everyone and resulted in a mindwipe, a blanking, upon orgasm for most people – but so far, nobody had come up with any actual results. It didn’t help that even the most brilliant scientist would eventually find themselves horny and working alone in a lab for hours at end, it was easy for a hand to slip between a pair of tired legs and rub a little too long and hard. And then, boom; in one messy orgasm, there was nothing left of the former scientist. If they were lucky, they might be reconditioned into a happy, air-headed bimbo or himbo. If they weren’t, a career as a sex toy was the only option.

Most people didn’t desire it. Rose, the vixen, was an exception. Initially she had been afraid of the blanking, as it’d taken her formerly intelligent mother from her, but seeing more and more of her friends succumb over time, she had eventually grown to desire it herself. Life without having to worry about anything just seemed so blissful!

Unfortunately, no matter how many men – or women – the vixen fucked, she found herself seemingly immune to the effects of the virus. What was worse was that she had been saddled with a little bit of a reputation once people began to notice that she left everyone else blanked in her wake instead. She had been forced to slow down her attempts, as much as it stung to do so.

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25th of March 2024

Well, I guess I just have to accept the reality of things. I can’t seem to lose my mind like everyone else eventually does. Gods, I must’ve cum four dozen times by now, at least, and nothing at all has happened. I think just as clearly as ever. Ugh! Isn’t that just the most typical thing? Something happens that shakes up the world order, and just as I learn to stop being afraid of it, it turns out I was never vulnerable to the first place. And worse yet, that new order has no place for me.

If only I had chosen a different education. I could be the president by now, immune to blanking and as such the most reliable president we’ve had in about a hundred years. Instead, I’m stuck as a coder. Hey, at least I make enough money to buy myself something nice now and then.

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After her initial frenzied desire to have her brains fucked out as quickly as possible, Rose had settled back into her everyday life. Well, to a degree; namely, that she did her regular nine-to-five at the office, while begrudgingly dreaming of how it’d feel to never have to work again, like almost all of the people who got blanked.

Almost, yes; some of them did work, though it was usually thanks to reconditioning efforts that left them in careers of a much more sexual persuasion, their new jobs based more on pleasuring others than anything else – for those too horny to resist rolling the dice – and thus perpetuating their condition. Rose could, try as she might, recall no examples at all of someone previously blanked recovering enough to perform a job that required, well, more advanced thinking.

That was what made it so appealing to her. At least there was her favorite himbo take out her frustrations on, when she got home. Rose had, in her desperate, frustrated need, had a particularly firm-bodied and well-hung himbo – the “something nice” that she had talked about – sent to her house, and she had made good use of him. The problem was that they had to recondition him every few days, and then he’d be gone for a while.

Today, he was home though. A red wolf named Lance or something, Rose hadn’t paid the name much attention when her interest in him was entirely in the big, fat cock between his legs.

“Hey, hun, had a good day?” he giggled when she opened the door and stepped inside the same old apartment she’d lived in for years.

“Yeah. Really good,” Rose replied. “Cock, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” the wolf smiled, with that vacant smile that the blanked often kept forever, and hopped into bed, quickly pulling back his sheath to let his cock slip out as he watched Rose strip.

He was already naked, of course. The company had stopped bothering to give him any clothes when they had to pick him up every other day. At the same time, they didn’t mind; it was free money. Lance himself certainly didn’t mind, for what purpose did he have other than sex, now?

Rose climbed onto the bed, got onto all fours, and stuck her ass out for the wolf. It was a ritual at this point. Every day, she wanted to have, if not her brains, then at least her frustrations fucked out of her. Usually, Lance was plenty for that, managing to make her cum a dozen times before he also came and subsequently went into that sexual coma that marked the blanked.

At the same time, it’d become a little routine. So when the wolf happily pounced on top of her, thrust into her wet snatch in one smooth stroke, and began to fuck her hard enough to make the bed creak, she only moaned a little. While the pleasure was there as always – having a thick cock pistoning in and out of her like nature intended it to would remain enjoyable forever – it wasn’t anywhere close to granting her that mindless ecstasy she hoped for.

Sure, she came, soaking the wolf’s crotch with her juices. Then he came, filling her to the brim with his cum. But he collapsed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes after that, and she didn’t. She was left wishing that she could’ve cum more. So instead of calling anyone, she decided to use the wolf a little longer.

Rose rolled him over, and then straddled his unconscious body, slotting his rock-hard cock between her legs again.

This felt a little more exciting, using the wolf without him ever knowing about it. She sank down on top of him, feeling his lupine shaft spear deep into her eager cunt. He didn’t react, not even slightly, beyond his cock throbbing inside her.

“You look sexy like that,” she murmured, gazing into Lance’s unseeing eyes. She began to ride him at a leisurely pace, using his cock like a warm dildo, and his own plentiful cum as lube. “I just wish it’d be me instead.”

So, as she rode, she imagined herself sprawled out unconscious, in a room with dozens of horny men, each shamelessly taking advantage and using her unconscious body. Sliding into her well-used and dripping cunt and casually fucking away until they added their own mess of sexy, warm seed inside her slutty little hole. Treating her like a toy, like they had the right to use her!

She only wished that Lance could’ve grabbed her hips, growled at her, anything but lay there limply, but at the same time, at least the current state of things meant she could enjoy him as much as she wanted. Well, until she had her fun, that was. Until she no longer had use of his still-hard cock and discarded him for reconditioning. Relationships got strange with the blanked sex workers, but she liked it.

One more orgasm, she thought, quickening her pace as she bounced on top of her toy-wolf. He was already starting to twitch again, knot swelling again in preparation for his orgasm despite the rest of his body being so limp he might’ve just as well been a sex doll. The first time she discovered that – the fact that men could cum without even needing to be conscious – she had been amused. Now, it kind of turned her on, the sheer naughtiness of the act. It wasn’t entirely unlike projection, a kind of reverse wish fulfilment, as she bounced on his cock.

It only took a few more rocking gyrations of her hips for Rose to impale herself all the way on the wolf’s swollen knot and hold herself there. Immediately afterwards, it was followed by the usual muted throbbing and gushes of warmth inside her, his unconscious cock happily delivering his seed even though the rest of the wolf would remain dead to the world for at least a few hours longer. And she accepted it eagerly, savoring the feeling of his cum splattering her unprotected cervix.

It was one of the most erotic feelings for the vixen, and between it and her fingers kneading her clit, she was only a split second behind the wolf in orgasm. She moaned out instinctively, as her whole body quivered atop him, only for that initial pleasure-peak freeze melting into rhythmic, milking clenches and needy whimpers unheard by her lover. She’d done this many times. By now, Rose couldn’t even pretend to hope that her next orgasm performing the same old acts would finally wipe her mind. But thankfully, once she began to descend again from those lofty heights of pleasure, she was already planning on some new, perverted acts.

They’ll just have to wait until this stupid dog’s knot goes down, she sighed internally.

“Good stupid dog,” she repeated out loud, facing the wolf beneath her, rubbing his muzzle with some token affection. He might’ve been an idiot, but he could at least make her cum, and hard. “I wish I had half your tenacity.”

In a way, she was rather stubborn herself, at least in her quest to become a bimbo. The variety of cocks her pussy had accepted so far and the manifold orgasms with countless men and women proved as much. And she’d continue proving it until she had tried everything. Dawn’s first goal was a coworker. So far, her boss had been very strict about avoiding any sort of workplace trysts, but as fate would have it…

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26th of March 2024

Well, the boss got herself blanked yesterday. I’m not sure why she suddenly decided that it’d be a great idea to abandon the career she has worked on for twenty years, but maybe it was something similar to what I’m feeling. That yearning desire for sweet nothingness. The world seems like such a pleasant place when you don’t need to worry the way everyone always has to worry.

I should figure out who exactly did the trick with the boss. Maybe they can help me too. Until then, though, that means I’m getting promoted, pretty high up too. And without her supervising my every move, mm. Maybe I could try that cute new intern we got too. He’s an otter, male of course like ninety percent of all programmers, but he’s built like a woman. Slender and curvy, though without the tits of course. He’s pretty shy, but I think I can break through that shell with some… encouragement.

At least, he’ll have to do until I get my himbo back. He’s in for repairs after yesterday. I swear, by now the pick-up guys probably think I’m doing it deliberately. Then again, I’d be surprised if I was the only one doing this.

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She might’ve slowed down somewhat in her relentless pursuit to become a bimbo, but Rose hadn’t let go of that forbidden dream. Now, of course, even if nothing particularly different happened, cumming still felt amazing. Each time was just as good as the first, and now – with her boss out of action and her workplace in disarray – a whole world of opportunities to have fun while getting paid at work had opened up.

Such as her new coworker. Recently, before the boss’ unfortunate orgasm at the hands of some one night stand she’d picked up – so they’d heard – the company had hired a new junior coder. He was terribly shy, barely daring to say hello in the mornings, but the fact that he showed no obvious lust at all only made Rose want to try him more. Maybe the trick to getting blanked herself was doing it with someone who wasn’t actually interested!

It just so happened that Rose would be his direct superior, leading her own little department as the most senior employee. So, when the young otter arrived at work only a few minutes after her, the vixen was already planning on how she might go about seducing him. He was so dreamy; a thoughtful gaze in his dark brown eyes, moving with the kind of grace that only mustelids and cats possessed, not to mention that he was good at his job.

Normally, Rose thought of herself as the opposite of the kind of woman who would do such a thing, like fuck a coworker who hadn’t shown her any interest. But these weren’t normal times. She had been left in a nearly hypersexual state by her earlier adventures, and even thinking about sex left her tingly, damp, and horny as a teenager, and that desire wasn’t easy to resist. Then again, the vixen told herself, she practically was a teenager despite being in her late twenties, at least as far as discovering her actual sex drive was concerned.

Rose had never let herself feel horny before, after all. Not until seeing how happy her friend Dawn was after getting blanked had finally broken her. And now that the floodgates had been opened, even the slightest hint of sensual deeds got her excited. Watching the otter walk past with that beautiful bulge in his slacks – no doubt left by a big, sexy sheath – got her even more so.

In short, Rose had become little more than a slave to her more base instincts. To the warm and wet commands of her pussy, eager to get stuffed again.

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27th of March 2024

_So, I think I’ve figured it out. I went through the otter’s phone. Heh, he left it unlocked on his desk when he went out to get lunch. It turns out he’s really into the idea of knocking someone up. Mm, I wonder if he’s already been fantasizing about me. That’d be so hot, letting him live out his fantasies with me, unprotected. Plus, I bet he’d moan really cutely. Just have to hope he’s at least a little into the idea of doing it with me, specifically. Otherwise it’d be kind of difficult, I think, to get him into it. _

Really though, maybe I should stop. I’ve been doing this for too long. Count my blessings and just walk away with my mind intact. It’s not fair, no, I know that. But at the same time, I could just accept that I’ll never be able to just relax and have fun, that I’ll never be a bimbo… screw it. Let’s see what the otter thinks of me.

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Rose practically pounced on the poor otter when he went to get some water from the cooler. One moment he was there alone, and the next, the vixen was uncomfortably close to him, practically exuding lust. His eyes went wide.

“So, I’m really bad at flirting,” Rose whispered in her most seductive voice. Unfortunately, that much was true, but it applied to a vast number of people in the world now, with so few daring to have sex. “But I’d also really like to get to know you better.”

“Um- what do you m-mean?” the otter stuttered. He was even worse at being flirted with than Rose, which only heightened his nerdy, effeminate charm.

“I mean that I’d like you to fuck your team lead’s brains out in the server room,” she murmured, and then grabbed the otter’s hand, forcefully pulling it to her chest and draping his fingers over one of her breasts. “Doesn’t that sound more fun than working?”

The otter shuddered. He seemed to be having some kind of internal conflict. Between risk and safety, maybe. Or between his male instincts and learned behaviors.

“B-but isn’t the virus still-“ he began, and Rose cut him off again.

“Shush. It’s a risk worth taking for someone as cute as you,” she beamed. “Most people don’t get blanked on their first try, anyway.”

In reality, Rose had no idea, but at least Dawn’s boyfriend had taken several rounds. And the horse that she’d accidentally blanked a few weeks ago was a professional, who had been fucking and cumming without any side effects for years. So what she was saying was, at least potentially, not a lie.

That little potentiality was enough for the otter’s cock to throb as it swelled against the front of his slacks, and traitorously, into the vixen’s soft, welcoming hand. He couldn’t help it; risk or no, the vixen was such a stunning example of feminine lust that he wanted to let her take advantage of him, despite knowing that he shouldn’t.

Well, his mind knew that he shouldn’t, but even for the unblanked, it was rather hard to think when a beautiful member of your preferred sex was kneading your cock through the front of your pants with a deep lust in her eyes. Especially when she seemed so pleased with how big it was.

So, when she pulled him into the server room, where a single seat awaited – there because the rest of the office had no space – and pushed him down into it, he didn’t resist or complain. Nor did he complain when she deftly unzipped his jeans and fished out his hardening cock. He certainly had no issues when the vixen unbuttoned her own top to let her perfectly sized and shapely breasts bounce out.

Then, when Rose straddled his lap in the old, worn chair, guided his throbbing cock to her slippery entrance, and sat down, impaling herself fully on his shaft in one slick motion, he was too busy moaning to complain. She felt amazing, and all thoughts of risk and danger were blown away the instant her silky-soft inner walls squeezed around every inch of him at once.

Soon, in the relative privacy of the warm room, dark but for the glow of a multitude of LEDs on the servers in their racks, Rose was riding him properly, with an urgent and growing need. He had never, strictly speaking, even consented to this, but it felt so good that he was almost crying with joy. Each smooth, gyrating motion of her hips had her sex squeeze and stroke him in the most sensual of ways.

Dimly, in the back of his head, he knew that he shouldn’t let himself cum, because that always came with huge risks. On the other, his entire body – and his very thoughts – had been honed by thousands of years to specifically chase the orgasmic feeling that was now building in his loins, all for the sake of reproduction. The same sort of pleasure that caused most accidental pregnancies and that prevented men from pulling out early enough.

Pregnancies. Oh no. The otter squirmed beneath the vixen as he suddenly realized that he was inside her bare. Meaning that unless she was on the pill, and she didn’t seem to be given her fertile, vulpine scent, there’d be a risk of her getting pregnant too, on top of the risk of blanking. She didn’t seem like she was going to stop until she came, either, which meant that that the otter would almost certainly be forced to fill her just as she wanted, with spurt after spurt of his seed.

Rose’s breathing was growing faster and faster, her whimpers only barely concealed by the loud hum of server fans. This was another new height of lusty perversion for her, having sex at work, just meters from her coworkers. But the taboo nature of surrendering to her urges like this, almost in public, was driving her wild even more than the otter’s thick cock plunging into her was.

The pleasure grew and grew, the warm room growing unbearably hot as she rode him for dear life, slamming herself down to the hilt on his wonderful cock, again and again, the glow of pleasure in her dripping cunt growing into an outright wildfire of ecstasy as she approached her orgasm. Maybe this would be it. Maybe they’d have to carry her out of here and leave her at a collection point, and the next time she “woke up” she’d be a happy, giggly bimbo, eager to fuck anything with a pulse.

It was only moments away. Precious few moments to think about things before her orgasm washed all those thoughts away. Permanently, she hoped. As always, the anticipation was better than the real deal could ever be, but that didn’t make her long for it any less. The vixen’s entire body tensed up as she fantasized, barely even paying attention to the otter and using him as little more than a toy to get herself to that sweet, blissful relief. A few more desperate, frantic bucks of her hips, and she was there! Wonderful, thoughtless ecstasy!

“Fucking… breed me!” Rose snarled as she felt him twitch inside her, and quickly slammed herself all the way down onto his cock, before she lost all self-control to the waves of pleasure of her own orgasm. With little more than a whimper, as the vixen’s ride had left the otter breathless, he came. His oversized cock throbbed hard in her depths, filling her with that by now familiar and yet impossibly lewd sensation of warm seed flooding into her, spurt after spurt. Potent, strong seed that could easily knock her up. But that wasn’t the consequence she so desperately wanted. She wanted to cum her brains out.

Instead, though, as she felt the otter’s cum gushing mutedly but warmly against her cervix – and the overflow of his pent-up release drooling out of her clenching pussy – the vixen watched in dismay as the otter’s eyes rolled back and he slumped into the chair, insensate and seemingly unconscious but for the vapid, blissful smile on his face.

“Fuck!” she groaned. She recognized it all too well at this point; it was exactly what Rose herself was chasing, after all. The otter had been blanked. “Why must everyone else… rrgh!”

She remained on top of him a little longer, enjoying, if not mindlessness, then at least the fading tingles of delight of his still-hard cock remaining buried inside her. The slow warmth of his cum oozing out of her and onto her expensive clothes. All the things that she’d have to wipe up and clean, whereas the otter wouldn’t need to, because nobody expected an almost braindead sex toy or himbo to do those kinds of duties.

He'd just get to have sex to his heart’s content. She would have to clean up this mess and return to work.

Rose growled and grumbled as she slowly dismounted the blanked otter, taking one last moment to admire his slender, androgynous form – idly wondering if he’d actually get remade into a bimbo with a cock – before she picked up her phone and dialed the blanking hotline again. They’d be here to pick him up soon enough and take him to one of the reconditioning facilities.

By now, the idiot on the other end instantly recognized Rose’s voice, too, which made the calls all the more irritating, if not infuriating.

“Hey hey, blanked another dude with your magic pussy, did you?” the voice on the other end laughed. “Just give me the address, we’ll have a recovery team there in a jiffy.”

Rose gave him the address and then hung up without another word. Once all her colleagues had left for lunch break, she dragged the otter out of the office and left him outside for the recovery team to find, before returning to work as well. As much as she wanted to keep using him, the fact was that she had a job to do.

Maybe one day, if she realized her dreams, she wouldn’t.

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28th of March 2024

So that otter was a bust. At least he’s going to live a happier life than mine. At this point I have no idea what to even do. Half the people I meet already know me and don’t want to try, and the other half are just pretending they have just the cock to fix my problems. It just seems like it’s always my partner who it happens to, and never myself.

There’s an idea, though. What if I had a partner that couldn’t be blanked, one that was immune to the virus? I’m pretty sure that it doesn’t even affect animals, like those hippogryphs the dragons love. Mm, it’d be kind of a tight fit, and if anyone ever found out about it, I’d never have a job again, but… they do have pretty sexy cocks. Maybe that’s what it’ll take, and if not, at least I can go back to the ordinary world knowing I tried everything I could.

The more I think about it the wetter I get, sheesh. Just, mmh… letting a mindless beast fuck me like that. Well, I’m not sure if they’re actually mindless, they seem to act pretty smart for animals… but you know what I mean, diary. The thought really turns me on, and maybe if my mind is the only one that can get blanked, it will?

At least I think those sexy beasts will pretty eagerly fuck anyone who’ll let them. So all I’d really have to do is take a day off work, make sure someone knows where to find me if I don’t call back, and then go pet one them.

Gods, yes.

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Sure enough, before she knew it, Rose was on her way to another act of even deeper depravity. Hippogryphs were never hard to find. They loved mounting creatures of other species, sometimes even over their own kind. Well, in the case of dragons, which Rose decidedly was not, but she figured that her offering of a warm, wet, and fertile hole would please them well enough for one to rut her.

It was a rainy day, so she took the bus to their usual territories, and the whole way, the seat’s vibrations on her overexcited crotch had her squirming, already dreaming of a thick, meaty equine cock finally fucking her until she came her brains out, with the kind of vigor that civilized creatures simply lacked. As much as the vixen tried to lean against the cold window to distract herself from the excitement, she couldn’t.

In the same vein, though, Rose felt a little conflicted. It was the first time she truly felt like she needed to slow down a little. But at the same time, her world was like a rollercoaster stuck going downhill, an out-of-control speeding train that couldn’t be stopped despite the end result inevitably being tragedy. Either she’d end up mindless, or she’d be known as the biggest slut this side of the country, but Rose could. Not. Stop. There was so much pleasure in every rutting and ten times that pleasure in breaking taboos. It had become an addiction, a vice, a hook tugging on her very mind and drawing her deeper into perverted lusts.

It had to be part of the virus, too, Rose reassured herself. It wasn’t her fault; she wasn’t in control anyway. She wasn’t responsible for doing something as filthy as seeking out wild hippogryphs to get fucked by, or practically forcing herself on a poor intern at work. Of course, she wasn’t stupid, and nobody had claimed the virus would do anything of the sort, but it was a comfortable fantasy to fall back on even if she didn’t believe it. At least it distracted her from the growing, bothersome wetness staining the crotch of her panties, and with them, the bus seat under her.

Rose sighed as she stood up, smoothing out her skirt to make sure nobody could see under it – or they’d instantly see just how impossibly horny she was – and got off the bus, walking the last few hundred meters towards the hippogryph reserve. As always, they were friendly to anyone who they sensed was receptive. It was a strange kink of the species; as far as anyone knew they didn’t have a language, nor quite the intelligence of other species, but what the four-legged hybrid beasts did have was an uncanny ability to tell other species were aroused, and an insatiable drive to give them exactly what they wanted. Both the males and females did it, too, though the males naturally were the most eager.

Not that Rose herself wasn’t hornier than most men she’d met, by a considerable amount. The virus had put a damper on most people’s sex drives, because they weren’t risk-addicted oblivion-chasers like herself.

But she refused to think about that. Soon enough she wouldn’t have to worry about anything except what color lipstick she wanted to wear and how much she should tip her hairdresser. Oh, the beautiful, ephemeral fantasies of just being dumb.

The vixen approached the nearest hippogryph with a soft smile on her face. The beast grumbled with approval as she touched its muscular flank. No, that wasn’t appropriate. His muscular flank. They were intelligent enough to deserve better. Her hand slipped lower, and the beast didn’t resist. In fact, he gave a crooning little purr, clacking his beak with what Rose took to be encouragement.

She took a quick look around. While everyone knew that people fucked the hippogryphs, that didn’t make it any less taboo. Still, on a gloomy day like this, with a light drizzle that seemed to go on forever even after the rain stopped, not many people were out to see her forbidden acts. So, emboldened by the relative privacy despite the wide open field, her hand slipped a little further down, until she could feel the hippogryph’s heavy balls. He felt pent up, though that might’ve just been because of the sheer size, somewhere between two ripe plums, or almost oranges. Her fingers explored the beast’s sex, squeezing the thick, warm sheath with a gentle eagerness, and she couldn’t help but almost moan as she felt the equine cock begin to harden into her grasp, just as eager as she was, or even more so.

“Aren’t you a good boy?” Rose whispered, breathily. “I want you to fuck me until they need to come pick me up with a stretcher. Make me your fucking hen.”

Her fingers barely reached all the way around the equine cock as it swelled out to full hardness, heavy like a metal bar in her hand. He was a little bigger than even the horse that’d fucked her earlier, and the thought of taking all of him left Rose licking her lips with a greedy kind of desire. There was, thankfully, a smooth-looking rock not too far from them, and though she usually liked a little foreplay, she also burned with a deep, carnal need to have that beautiful breeding rod as deep as possible, as soon as possible.

Rose did what any woman in her position would’ve done. At least, any women so boundlessly horny and recently liberated from any sort of expectations of propriety. She let go of the beast’s cock, climbed onto the rock, and presented her shapely ass for the hippogryph.

The beast didn’t hesitate, of course. Few males did, whether they were coworkers or wild animals, and just about none would decline any such invitation from a bitch in season. He crept up on her, eager to not startle his newest mate, and stuck his beak under her tail, just against that slippery slit. He inhaled deeply, letting her scent fill his nostrils and her juices coat his beak. The fox was ripe, fertile, and more than anything, so much hornier than most females of his own kind. The hippogryph let out a strange, nickering chirp as he slowly climbed on top of the fox, who was in turn already moaning with lust at feeling the beast’s heavy cock come to rest on top of her.

At least his bulky body shielded her from the cold drizzle, Rose thought, enjoying the warm, soft heat, despite knowing that in just a few seconds she’d be receiving something much harder, too

Then, with the hippogryph pulling back and thrusting, everything that followed happened so quickly that Rose didn’t have time to either adjust or panic. That fat, flat-headed horsecock pressed against her folds, and then a second later, it was already thrusting inside, and the vixen was moaning at the top of her lungs at the intense discomfort of having something that thick, as thick as her forearm, forced into her. That was the problem with feral lovers; they rarely took it slow and steady. She felt like she was being split in two.

But her body was lovingly designed, by nature’s blind hand, to handle much larger things. Thankfully, the discomfort didn’t take long to start to fade, until it spiked again when the beast bumped against her cervix, another unusual feeling that made her squeal. About half of the hippogryph fit inside her, but the beast was determined to use that first half well.

Not that any of it really mattered to Rose. She was doing this with a purpose in mind. As long as she came and had to be fetched by the reconditioning teams later, she’d be alright with any amount of cock. She just hadn’t imagined the sensation to be quite this intense. Especially when the hybrid began to thrust into her at a quick, jagged, bestial pace that knocked the wind out of her entirely. Rose braced herself against the rock, wondering in the back of her mind how many others had gotten fucked on that very same rock, while involuntarily crying out with pleasure. Each noise, though, was little more than a breathy whimper in her current state of, well, euphoria. Her body had finally adjusted to her massive lover, and in turn, it began to reward her for finding such a studly specimen to breed her. Each time the beast’s flare dug into her inner walls it was like fireworks going off in her head. It was like heaven, sloppy and wet and so intense that she didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t hold anything back. Not one moan. She crooned and squealed like a wild animal as she got fucked by one.

That brief visit to paradise wouldn’t last, of course. Feral beasts never took long. It was more about the intensity of the act, of being used by someone – some_thing –_ that she knew only cared about her as an incubator, a surrogate mother to his eggs, or as a warm hole to empty his balls into. That was the hot part, almost the same as it’d feel if she did finally end up as a bimbo or worse!

She moaned out at the very thought, just in time for the hippogryph to suddenly hilt inside her and freeze.

“N-not yet!” she protested with a choked, trembling whimper. “Don’t you f-“

But he did. Heavy throb after heavy throb, the beast seeded her. Only it didn’t feel anything like how it felt when normal, bipedal creatures came inside her. There was so much of his cum that it felt like having her insides pressure washed, her stomach bloating with the sheer potent volume. Yet it came with a kind of warm comfort, the same way a hot bath did, only rather than enveloping her, it was filling her.

And she still hadn’t cum. As pleasant as the feeling of being filled was, she was reminded, rather painfully, of one central problem with simply being used. Her partners had no reason to care about her pleasure.

Rose covered her face with her hand and held still as she waited for the hippogryph to finish. She couldn’t even reach her clit with how the heavy, sexy beast was pinning her against the rock. It wasn’t the most uncomfortable position, but she couldn’t help but be disappointed anyway, despite the rather hot feeling of having her legs soaked in spilled, warm cum. Or the fading heavy throbs of the equine cock inside her.

The hippogryph nuzzled at her neck, rubbing its beak against her happily.

Yeah, you got yours, of course you’d be happy, Rose thought with a certain grumpiness. But she couldn’t blame him too much; she had gone into this with entirely selfish intentions too. Maybe the blanking that she wanted would just have to wait, given that she couldn’t think of acts any more depraved than this one. At least her lovely himbo-wolf-toy would be at her home again the next time she came back, so she could take the edge off on his wonderful cock. Maybe fall asleep while knotted.

First, though, she’d just have to somehow get back home with her belly pumped full of hippogryph cum to the point of looking a few months pregnant.

Ah well.

29th of March 2024

I can’t fucking believe it. My pussy still aches from how goddamn big that hippogryph was, and I still think exactly as normal. And I didn’t even get to cum! Rubbing myself raw afterwards was great but not… enough. So, I guess that’s that for little vixy-Rose. Never to be a bimbo. Cursed to overthink everything until the end of time! It sucks, but I guess nature just doesn’t distribute its blessing evenly.

Sigh. Yep, writing it out. Siiigh. I guess it’s back to work and forget about it, at least I got to cum more than the average woman will in an entire lifetime. So that’s something. If I ever actually end up as a bimbo, maybe they’ll make a smutty TV series out of my life. I bet they’d have me fucking celebrities and going to gloryholes over wild hippogryphs, though.

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Having tossed all hope aside, Rose returned to work. The days blurred into weeks, and then into months, with the vixen barely bothering to even have sex, though she rubbed herself to a shuddering orgasm daily in the vain hope that it’d eventually result in what she wanted. It never did, though, and so life continued grinding along like concrete on concrete, until one day she walked past that alleyway on her way to see Dawn and her equally dumb partner.

Out from it walked the same crocodile she’d seen all that time ago, looking just as satisfied now as he did back then, zipping up his pants. Only this time, Rose paused to look. He looked older than her, though not so old that it’d have turned her off. Somewhere in his late thirties or early forties. Experienced in a way that few of Rose’s partners were, and still, well-groomed. And clearly, he was… well-hung, that took only a glimpse to notice. Well-hung and not afraid to use his gifts, going by the fact that he just came out of an alleyway while stuffing his cock back into his pants. Maybe he visited often. Two times wasn’t much of a pattern, but it was the beginning of one. Maybe the older Rose wouldn’t have stared, but the vixen she had become did, and eventually, the crocodile noticed. Rather than walking away, he chuckled, and leaned against a wall, gesturing at Rose to approach.

“Ah, so here you are again. I remember that expression, knew you’d be back. Ya know, all it really takes is, well, you enjoying the sex,” the crocodile laughed. “Not just an orgasm, but truly enjoying it.”

“Yeah, I’ve done that a few times,” Rose sighed. “I mean, what do you even mean with me not enjoying the sex?”

“Oh, come on, girl. You can see it on you. You cum easily, but that’s not what the virus really waits for. What it waits for is for you to truly enjoy the sex so it can punish you,” the crocodile explained. “And you’re not enjoying it. Not on that level.”

“And you’re saying you can do that? Make me enjoy it, somehow?” Rose scoffed at idea while wiping someone’s cum from her thighs, repeatedly, as more kept leaking out. He must’ve put a gallon of it inside her, she thought with a sigh, rubbing her bloated belly. Sure, she didn’t actively chase blankness anymore, but that didn’t mean she was going to decline a nice cock.

“Saying I can try, at least,” he smiled in response. “if you’re sure it’s what you want. Is it? Think carefully, now, I was young and full of bad decisions once upon a time, too.”

“Of course I want-“ she began, only to fall quiet as the older crocodile raised a finger, with an even wider grin spreading over his long snout.

“Nope, think about it. And if you still think it’s what you want, I’ll give it to you. Seal your fate as just another stupid, horny bimbo. Or maybe you’d prefer being even less than that, a toy,” he suggested, and with his deep, commanding voice, Rose couldn’t help but obey.

She went through everything once again. Her friends had all been blanked. Her mother had been blanked since she was very young. Even her boss had succumbed. What did she have left? Yes, if viewed objectively, the thought of becoming a different person – if pleasantly dumb and horny – was terrifying, but wasn’t it better than clinging to the shreds of a life that had, through no fault of her own, fallen apart around her?

“Ya know, if you do want it, I think I’ll dump you at a sex club afterwards. Let ‘em all have a go at you, too,” he chuckled. “Does look like you’d enjoy that. At least until you wake up and realize what they did, yeah? Or maybe you’d like it even more, mindless bimbo as you’d be.”

He certainly had a way with words, and Rose shuddered at the thought.

“So, what’ll it be?” he asked. “I know your slutty little pussy’s getting all wet at the thought, but it’s worth asking yourself if you really want it. If you do, well, alleyway’s right there. Just walk in, lean against a wall, and tug up that little skirt of yours.”

He had a point. Rose knew that. And yet, she walked towards the alleyway, stiff-legged as a zombie, feeling herself grow warmer and warmer with each step. If this crocodile was actually telling the truth, this was finally it. Freedom from her worries, and getting to just be a happy-go-lucky idiot like most of society. And if he wasn’t, what was another cock? She’d been with so many strangers recently that she had lost count.

“Right, dumb slut it is,” the crocodile chuckled, following her, and unzipping his pants with routine ease. He pulled out his cock, still glistening with the juices of whoever he had fucked last, and with some of his own cum still pearling at the tip as he rapidly grew hard again. “Hope you’ll enjoy it. Ah, I’m kidding, of course you’ll enjoy it. Hard not to when you’ve got no brains.”

Rose did as she’d been told and pulled her skirt up over her hips, leaving her bottom half entirely bare but for the heels she was wearing. Then, she leaned against the wall, sticking her rump out as suggestively as she could. The whole alleyway smelled of sex, probably from whoever had been fucked there just minutes ago, though Rose didn’t bother to look if anyone had been blanked, too focused on her own perverted adventure as she was.

Instead, she was hyperfixated on listening to the crocodile’s heavy footsteps approaching. The warmth of his body when he pressed himself against her, and shamelessly slid both hands under her top to squeeze her breasts. She wanted to protest, but then again, this kind of groping would be most of her life once he was done. Hopefully.

“Such a cute, horny thing you are. And so eager to be a good bimbo, too,” the crocodile drawled, and squeezed her tits hard enough to make Rose whimper. “Just relax, then. Lemme fuck those brains out.”

“Good luck,” Rose shot back, perfectly aware of what usually happened in these scenarios; she remained as she had always been, and her lover ended up a limp, empty-headed mess.

“Oh, I don’t need luck,” the crocodile laughed, and then pushed his thick cock against Rose’s entrance. Initially, he didn’t really feel any different from any of her other lovers, but the difference was that he took it slow.

The pressure was tantalizing as he grinded against her slippery lips, along the groove of her sex, rather than immediately shoving himself in. That, by itself, was already an improvement that made the vixen shudder, especially when his glans rubbed over her stiff clit.

“See, that’s what I mean, most guys these days just want to fuck, and sure you’ll cum, but you won’t enjoy it,” he rumbled. “This time, you will.”

And he kept thrusting, casually, for several more minutes, each time rubbing over Rose’s clit, until her legs were trembling too. Only then did he let the swollen head of his cock pop inside her, and the two moaned in unison.

“See? Feels better when you’re all worked up, doesn’t it?” he asked, but continued without waiting for an answer. “It’ll feel even better soon.”

With two strong hands on the vixen’s hips, he raised her up a little, pressing her against the wall to change his angle every few thrusts, until eventually, after some experimenting, his cock bumped against some outright magical spot inside her. One second it felt like normal sex. The next, she was gasping for air, her vision blurring and sparks dancing across the corners of her sight.

“That’d be your g-spot, dear,” she heard the voice behind her, but she couldn’t breathe in enough to even attempt to reply.

And from there on, with every thrust, he bumped into that special, wonderful spot and made Rose moan like a porn actress. It almost felt as if she was orgasming every buck of his hips, and at some point – she didn’t know quite when, keeping track of time was difficult in the throes of constant overwhelming pleasure – she understood just what the crocodile meant. It wasn’t about the perversion of the act, nor about breaking taboos, or even the number of orgasms she had. It was about being fucked by someone who knew what they were doing.

But that wasn’t all he did. No, the older crocodile had plenty more tricks to show her. A finger teased at her pucker, under the vixen’s tail, though not pushing inside, and that made it all the more intense. His teeth dug into her shoulder, her ear, the scruff of her neck, all without piercing the skin but hard enough for her to shudder, a quiver shooting down her spine and leaving every single limb feeling so limp that she only remained upright thanks to the crocodile’s strong arms.

His rough fingers kept teasing her nipples, drawing even more needy little squeals from the fox as he pinched them, gently but firmly, rolling those hardened little nubs between his digits. It was maddening! With so many sensations all at once she could barely distinguish any source of pleasure from another. Her entire body felt like it was glowing, melting into the crocodile’s hands.

That was when she realized that it was actually going to happen, this time. Already her thoughts were becoming loose, shaken out of her head with each heavy thrust. She struggled to hold onto any single one except those relating to how good it felt to be fucked like a dumb slut in a dirty alleyway that smelled of all the other dumb sluts who got fucked in it before her.

It felt different, this time. Like the pleasure was consuming her. Synapse after synapse in her mind flickering and then going dark, like a power outage rapidly engulfing an entire city.

Rose moaned at the top of her lungs, with nothing but animalistic joy. Her pussy clenched hard around the crocodile’s cock. Again and again. He didn’t seem to be close, and as nice as cumming at the same time might’ve been, it wasn’t as if she could hold back the tide. At the same time, she wouldn’t have been able to tell she was cumming at all with how empty her head was feeling.

Indeed, it was hard to tell when, exactly, she came properly. The pleasure seemed to blur seamlessly into one orgasm after another, and each time her head seemed a little emptier. There was no anticipation, this time; only sweet release as Rose thought less and less with each gushing spasm of her pussy, as if each squirt of her hot juices took away some measure of thought, surrendering all there was of herself to her stud’s cock.

“There you go, just keep cumming. No need to think anymore,” the crocodile rumbled encouragingly. Of course, he wasn’t the one who’d be helping her recover. He’d simply enjoy her. He, and whoever else he managed to invite over to give her pussy a quick fucking.

But Rose didn’t care. She couldn’t care. Instead, the vixen slumped against the wall, and then against the muscular reptile as he laid down and pulled her into his lap, still impaled on his twitching cock. Perhaps being blanked lacked some of the fireworks that she had expected, when still able to think. But there was nothing but a void of pleasure as her thoughts were finally snuffed out like a candle that had consumed all of its wick.

And there she laid on top of her conqueror’s warm, scaly body, thinking of nothing at all. It truly felt like floating in a void, where nothing but a general feeling of blissful contentedness existed. Rose didn’t remember who she was, or where she was – even in terms of which planet she was on – but it didn’t matter. She was happy, and each pistoning thrust into her soaked cunt only reinforced that feeling. The vixen couldn’t really conceptualize what was happening, only that it felt good. Extremely, overwhelmingly good. There was no pain, and most importantly, no worries either. No worries when the crocodile called his friends over to fuck her. She was aware of it happening, but she didn’t react to it with anything but all-encompassing warmth and pleasure.

It was nice to just be an object, a happy toy that didn’t care one bit what happened to her. It was nice to finally be nothing but still enjoy the feeling of stranger after stranger using her like a sleeve for their beautiful cocks. Eventually, she’d be someone again, albeit a completely different self than she had been so far. Her long quest for true mindlessness had finally ended.

There was no panic when they finally left her cum-splattered body in a nearby collection dumpster for the reconditioning crews to find. The crocodile, at least, kissed her forehead as he saw her off, in a surprising gesture of affection that she would never remember.

It was a little bothersome to be asked to exist at all, later on, when a dim spark of her consciousness once again gained control of her body in the bimbofication facility. But at the same time, she couldn’t feel too frustrated when everything was so funny and fascinating. And sexy, of course. She obediently sank to her knees to suck her trainer’s cock when requested, and everything would only get better from there when they gave her a few cosmetic procedures to make her lips and tits match her new role!

Of course, she’d never remember most of that training with how little activity there was in her blanked little head. But that was alright, as long as the basics stuck. Every cock deserved a lot of pleasure, and she should always oblige when someone wanted to fuck her. Easy enough! Not like she had anything to worry about except maybe getting pregnant, and getting pregnant was just what women did!

All she had to do was to giggle, smile, let them grope her, and then spread her legs when told to do so. And if they fucked her senseless again, what did it matter? She’d just get to enjoy that good, sweet, floaty bliss for a little longer. Finally, finally Rose understood exactly why Dawn and everyone else she knew had so eagerly surrendered to the virus. It was happiness, and nothing else.

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32th of March???

Ohh, my god. I just found this thing. It’s cute. I must’ve been reeeaaal smart before with how some of these things sound, lol. Wow, they said I shouldn’t see aaanything from my old life, but this stuff is really cool. Old me must’ve been really cool! She wrote words on computers and they did stuff! Makes me kinda wanna bring her back, being all smarty-pants like that seems super fun.

Oh well! Maybe one day if they come up with a cure for this “virus” thing! They tell me there’s a happy tiny little virus inside me that’s making me horny and stupid. But it’s too small to see so I’m not sure I trust them! I think old me was just a really nice person!

Kinda makes me horny to think about too, like wooow, she fucked a hippogryph? Mm, I bet that big horsey cock was sweet. But all these normal ones are fun too!

But since I’m not gonna remember it, here’s a note for my diary (I didn’t even know I had one until now!): try to figure out how old me got so smart and do that! Or maybe get a cute boy to be smart for me! Cuz I bet if you were really smart all these cocks would feel even better!

Ooh, it’s time for my boob job! I bet they’ll want to fuck me afterwards too. That’s pretty hot too. Seeya later, cute little diary thing!