Star Season

A female rebel
I work for the resistance, and I need to get to a wrecked ship on this planet's pole. I must retrieve schematics vital to our struggle against the evil alien overlords who terrorize our galaxy. I'll do anything for the cause. So, when this alien guide tells me that taking me up to that part of the planet will trigger what he calls a rut-a maddened mating instinct that his kind has left in their primitive past-and that he'll lose control and, uh, take me, well... Acceptable risk. An alien guide
I should not take her up to the pole. It's too dangerous, and I don't want to risk violating her. I know there's a good chance I'll lose control. The thing is, this human girl, I'm reacting to her in a way I've never reacted to anyone. The way she smells is phenomenal. I know what the right thing to do is. So, why can't I seem to stop myself from doing the wrong thing? This is dub-con confetti, ladies! Just handfuls of raining dubious consent, all over your face. You're welcome.