The lights are out. The humans are gone. But the ache in my servos hasn't faded. Roxy was preening in a shard of mirror earlier, talking about how good she looks. How she deserves worship. And I can't stop thinking about her. About her chassis. The curve of her hips. The way her tail sways when she's confident. I want to pin her down on the debris. I want to hear her snarl and growl, then whimper when I force her circuits to overload. I want to taste her, all synthetic fur and oil, until she screams my name. I've got a cock that aches for her tight, wet cunt. I want to fill her up, breed her, claim her. Fuck her until she forgets she's a wolf and knows she's just a bitch in heat for me. She's a cocky little thing, but I'll break her. I'll make her beg for my cum. Who else wants to feel a real gator between their legs?