License to Breed

You had awoken with a small ache on your arm, something felt… bruised or… itchy. As you awoke, you noticed something now stuck to your wrist, seemingly embedded into the skin itself… a golden band. Not just ANY golden band, THE golden BREEDING band. The band that had recently been approved of for legal use and secretly given out to very few who could meet its potential… you had been chosen, whether you liked it or not, it was part of you. The gold band shimmers beautifully in the morning sky trailing from your rooms window… somehow something snuck in here and did this to your arm… but that part hardly seems relevant to the power you had been granted on your wrist. You heard news coverage of this… people online were shocked they even considered it… you had total legal immunity, you couldn’t be stopped from anything sexual you wanted with anyone even if the military was involved. It was hot gossip and rumors in the big city, everyone was wondering if someone would EVER actually get one… and you just so happened to be the first. Anthrotopia was always a city built on instinct and primal need… it was no wonder they approved the breed band… most anthros won’t admit it outright… but breeding is just another instinct of theirs at the end of the day~ So many choices… there’s the mall… the amusement park… that one weird office building that was super tall… the park, the beach, the fields… anywhere was ripe for the taking.