Season of Change: Science Fiction

The season of change was upon him, and he had not prepared. He thought he had, but it took only the whiff of a female in estrus to make him realize his foolishness. He strained against the chains that bound him. They creaked ominously. His overbrain began to worry then, and when it noticed that there was a fine dust falling to the ground, it worried even more. Had he prepared enough? He was hurling himself against the chains in mindless need when, abruptly, the scent went away. He sagged against the chains, relieved, and stared up at the ceiling with worry. One of the chains was worked most of the way free. "As I thought, you need to take more care." His mate--

Inspiration: Not sure.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Boring.