You're getting fucked again, and you realize something.

You wake up to a sweaty awakening much later in the afternoon: the lurid wet squelch of your pussylips parting-open to swallow the dusky futanari's invading shaft rouses your attention, and your eyes sleepily open just in time to watch her glossy dark-brown dick slipping into you with a pleasant ache of your insides as your vaginal canal swells around the futanari's penis.

-you're sore, and very sweaty. The mid-day heat has sunken into the RV and both your bodies gleam with perspiration. The futanari's hands and fingers covetously grip and raise your hips, curling under your soft asscheeks to lift you into her thrusts. Her gleaming belly-button piercing twinkles in the mild dimness of the RV's interior as if to tease you, and whenever she rears-back for another thrust, you get to glimpse her soaked shaft. It's completely smeared in your vaginal fluids... and while tiring, the sex has done you good. You're actually completely relaxed.

You'd like to get up though- "Ngh- come on, enough already..." You grumble: you'd like to use the bathroom and get something to eat. But the futanari's head rolls back with a deep, svelte groan from the creature's dusky throat- "Oooaah!" It cries-out in a long utterance of raw pleasure, sunk hilt-deep in you. Her hairless brown balls clench where they rest atop your asscheeks, spasming to pump another load of hot cum in you. You expect you're used to this by now... -but your knees arch and your abs convulse as you're inseminated again. Tender, sensitive tingles of hot pleasure course your belly while hot semen is shot into your uterus. You can feel the dark-skinned futa's broad cockhead slowly grinding back-and-forth in tiny bucks to push her cum against and through your cervix, which- much to your embarrassment- is happily winking open to accept her load.

You go limp and lax atop your back and enjoy a few long, slow breaths. "Fuck! That's so much..." You remark in near-disbelief as you feel what must be pints of hot cum bottled-up inside of you. The dark-skinned futanari finally draws back and pulls her brown and reddish-purple phallus out of you in a sharp, lurid wet *schlick* noise, filling you with a chilly but not unpleasant emptiness as her dick pulls free and much of her cum pours out of you.

To your surprise, the futanari collapses after that, and you scoot-back from her place on your now sweat-and-semen soiled bed to watch her with tense apprehension. But sure enough, she's asleep- and looks almost like a normal human as she slumbers... although she does still look like a gaudy porn star. Her exhaustion gives you some space though- you get up naked and sore, and make your way to loot some of the RV's food-stores. You find a back of salty crackers and they're damn delicious: not quite stale yet either, and just crunchy enough. Salt and carbohydrates never tasted so good...

You use the RV's washroom and have some water in the time to pass. It's been about fifteen minutes, and you slowly realize your situation is actually looking very good. You've got some supplies, you're immune, there's a few gallons of water in the RV- but you realize something else, as you flush the toilet.

You might be immune to the virus...
But you're fertile, and you don't take birth control.

A tiny panic bristles in your stomach. Could futanari even impregnate people-? No one knew, because women just turned, or at least that's all you knew. Your jaw hangs open while you eye your sweaty, unwashed body in the mirror while pondering a new crisis in your life. That futa might have knocked you up, or if she hasn't already, she will soon if you don't escape the RV.