Rose, a 20 year old with a breeding fetish

Swallowing and feeling the spit flow down her dry throat, Rose raised a trembling hand over the Notebook. Between her legs, arousal throbbed like a drum, the echo drowning out all thoughts of charity from her mind. Instead, dreams of opulence and decadence flowed through her brain - but before she gave herself over to that hedonistic future, she needed to ensure her own security.

New Rule: Only the Owner is able to write in and use the Rulebook.

New Rule: Only the Owner is aware of and able to perceive the existence of the Rulebook.

New Rule: The Owner's memories are inviolable.

New Rule: The Rulebook and a pencil can appear at the Owner's side with a thought.

Rose let out a shuddering breath of anticipation. Good enough. The need between her thighs grew, the drops of wetness staining her lacy panties plain to see if anyone dared to look up her short skirt. Or just looked at her nipples poking through the silky fabric of her t-shirt, bra-less nature readily apparent.

Fuck. Was she really going to go through with this? In an age of safe-sex, birth control, and dropping fertility rates, Rose had quickly learned that her fetishes slanted towards the opposite. But that wasn't unusual. Many people had kinky thoughts of raw sex. What was different, however, was Rose's willingness to indulge in them. Like a clock ticking towards inevitable chaos, her eventual pregnancy out of wedlock was as certain as the sun rising in the east, delayed only - and only temporarily - by the dreadful shame of her parents and community. Lately though, even the future rebukes had started to take on a sexual appeal.

And yes, she wanted to get pregnant outside of marriage. In her most honest moments, amidst the throes of pleasure her masturbation brought, she didn't even want to know who the father was. Truthfully, she just wanted to fuck without a care in the world, experience the full consequences, and do it all over again and again.

And now she had the opportunity. Holding her breath, she put pencil to paper and began to write, but quickly stopped, erased her words, then wrote again:

Old Rule: Pregnancy is complication-free and birth is painless for all mammals.

Old Rule: STDs do not exist for humans.

She wasn't dumb, just horny. Rose was even kind to other animals! Ignoring the world changing around her, she tapped per pencil against her plump lips. She could make society completely indifferent to sluts getting knocked up, but that would take away part of the thrill. Yet, she didn't want the full **** of society bearing down and mocking her. A middle-ground was needed. A moment later, she nodded to herself.

Old Rule: Pregnancy outside of marriage is viewed as "girls being girls" - society lightly admonishes the mother, but recognizes that it is not surprising or unusual. Indeed, the scandalous act is even viewed with fond endearment.