Implied Consent
Part 1
By Ironsnake345

The sun shone brightly on the streets of Neon City. The city's nightlife had gone to rest, making this debauched city somehow seem almost halfway normal. All the shots that would go into the newspapers were taken at daytime, while the shots that would feature in magazines were taken at night. Of course, Deborah didn't care about any of that. She was just looking for a good time.

The arctic fox strolled down the road happily, high heels clicking on the sidewalk with each step. Her small top and short skirt left little to the imagination; when the wind blew right, one could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her outfit was completed by a bright red armband, worn close to the shoulder, which stood out against her white fu. In most parts of the city, she'd have been laughed at for being overdressed, but this district seemed to attract the kind of furs who enjoyed having a bit of cloth on their fur. That was why Deborah liked this part of town so much; there were few things she loved more than having her skirt lifted to get at her pussy.

She was making a trip to the cafe this morning, her favorite place to enjoy a cafe au sperme, milked straight from the barista. The thought of a sweet, creamy, vaguely salty beverage was drawing her almost mindlessly to the coffee shop. But, she couldn't help but notice an odd bit of red in the corner of her vision as she passed by a shady alley. She looked down the alley, and what she saw made her stop in her tracks. The corpse of a red panda girl sat limp against a dumpster, with only a ruined dress covering her fur. The top was ripped apart to let her breasts free, and the bottom had been pushed aside and was soaked with dried, crusted cum. A rope was still tight around her neck, her tongue having gone blue and swollen as it hung loose from her maw. And, right by her shoulder, a bright red armband, just like the one Deborah was wearing.

Deborah couldn't help but rub herself a bit through her skirt as she saw the armband. That little strip of red cloth had sealed the panda's fate. It was an invitation to overpower her, rape her, wreck her whether she liked it or not. The band was proof enough that she loved every second of the scene that left her dead in the alley. It was the reason she was pulled off the streets, fucked, strangled, defiled in every sense of the word...
Deborah had to pry her eyes away from the scene. If she was caught staring too long, she might wind up in a dumpster before she could enjoy her coffee.

Finally, Deborah stepped into the cafe, enjoying the cool, air conditioned atmosphere. The breakfast rush was in full swing, and most of the tables had a party sitting at them. She saw doe in tight dresses and heels, bobcats with bulging shorts, geckos in hotpants with holes cut out for access, dobermans wearing nothing but wife beaters, and even one or two furs in full two-piece business suits--with the fly open, naturally. She sighed happily as she got in line, gladly taking in the display of so many different naughty clothing styles. Once again, her mind started to wander as the line grew behind her and moved forward. She imagined some random stranger approaching her from behind, slipping his meat under her skirt and taking advantage of her right then and there... and then she felt something tugging on her skirt.

Deborah blushed, biting her lip as she realized what was going on. Shyly, her hands came to rest on her thighs, nervously balled up into fists. She didn't dare to look behind her; half because she knew she wouldn't be able to talk whoever was behind her out of it thanks to her armband, and half because the thought of being raped by a complete stranger in public was enough to make her dribble. The back of her skirt lifted up, pulling the front against her legs, and she could feel a strong, thick finger prodding and rubbing against her exposed pussy. She started breathing heavily, occasionally letting out a shaky moan as the intrusive digit danced between her slick folds. Then the stranger drove their finger inside of her, making her gasp. Her whole body shook, her clenched fists pressing hard against her thighs. Each time the finger dove into her pussy, it hit her G-spot and drew out another embarrassed squeak. Finally, the finger extracted itself, and she had time to take a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief...

The moment her mouth opened up, the stranger behind her took action. The wet finger that had just been inside her drove its way into her maw, the rest of the attached hand effectively gagging her as it clamped around her muzzle. The stranger's other hand aimed lower, shoving up under her shirt and groping her breast from under the thin layer of cloth. The hard tip of his cock poked and prodded at her wetness, threatening to go in at any moment. As he continued grinding against her hole, her hands instinctively grasped at the arm that was covering her mouth. It wouldn't budge; the anthro behind her was too strong for her to resist. As the feeling of utter helplessnes sunk in, she couldn't help but glance around, feeling more embarrassed than ever at what she discovered. So many furs were watching her with this random stranger groping her, rubbing against her, humiliating her. At least half of them were openly stroking themselves, getting off on her helplessness. The sheer humiliation of it all nearly made her cum before he even got it in.

Without warning, the stranger thrust into her, slamming his full length until his hips slapped against her ass. In one smooth motion, her cunt was filled to the brim, thick meat stretching her wide as the tip pressed hard against her cervix. It was too much. She came hard, squirting all over the cock and the floor beneath as she let out a muffled squeal into the hand cupped over her muzzle. Then he began thrusting, each motion abusing her sensitive inner walls as the massive, veiny appendage ravaged her hole. She writhed with intense pleasure, but the strong arms surrounding her body kept her held in place. By now, nearly the hole cafe was watching her being groped and fucked right in the middle of the cafe. The hard head hammering against her cervix was enough to make her go cross-eyed, the countless masturbating furs turning to blurs as she rapidly built toward her second orgasm.

Finally, in sync with the intense contractions as she came again, the stranger let out a heavy grunt as he came deep inside of her. Thick, hot seed was injected straight into her womb as the massive cock slammed harder than ever before into her. Even with the haze of pleasure on her senses, she could hear the moans of bystanders cumming at the erotic scene. Finally, the hand squeezing her boob slipped out from under her shirt, the licked-clean finger popped out of her mouth, and the stranger slowly pulled his hips back, painstakingly extracting his oversized rod. At last, his tip popped free, and she stumbled forward to find something to lean on, desperately trying to catch her breath as the massive load of cum dripped out of her well-used cunt. She clung desperately to the surface she found, shyly fixing her skirt to cover up the dripping hole, until a sudden voice intruded on her thoughts.

"What can I get you today, Ma'm?"

Deborah looked up, and she finally realized what it was she'd been leaning on. She was at the counter, with a barista ready to take her order; apparently being used as a toy took just long enough for her to be at the front of the line. Still strugglign to catch her breath, she meekly placed an order. "O-one cafe au sperme, please."