Biohazard: San Marcos - Day One: Exposure
Alright, so this is not my first story, though it is the first I've posted to a public forum. I'll be honest, I don't know what makes this story different as compared to the rest I've written, or why it deserves the public's eye. But this is a story I've been kicking around in my head for ages. This has heavy influences from horror sources (Resident Evil, both games and movies, in particular), so if something seems familiar, it probably is, with my own little twist on it.
That said, this story -is- attempting to be a story first and foremost, and smut thereafter. This won't be one of those stories which cut right to the chase with fucking/yiffing/whatever-you-want-to-call-it'ing. There will be viruses, there will be instances of gore, there will be forced gay sex (it's not that I have anything against women, mind you, nor do I think the scenarios in this story would not apply to women; I just can't write up good ones), and there will be muscle and cock growth. Why the last one? Because I write stories more for myself than anyone else, and I love some good muscle and cock growth. Anyway, feel free to enjoy this, if you're of legal age to do so in your municipal/state/federal jurisdiction, and provide feedback, which will determine the possibility of future submissions beyond this one.
Oh yes, this is your last chance. This story is not for squeamish people. This is not for people who consider themselves the defenders of morality and decency. If you want to do that, there are other things you can do, such as closing this window and retreating to your land of idyllic delusions in a hurry.
Biohazard: San Marcos
Day One: Exposure
"Gerard?" asked the nurse, looking around the waiting room before spotting the middle-aged hyena rise to his feet. The poor fellow looked like he was tired and somewhat uncomfortable in the cramped waiting room; he had signed in at 9:00 A.M., and it was just now becoming noon. "Right this way." She beckoned him to follow her further into the doctor's office, which he did so with a smile. After a cursory examination that took all of about 15 minutes, the nurse informed him that she'd be right back; she had to get his flu shot.
Gerard Price was a man who didn't like to take chances. This might be in part to his unassuming physique, which always left him at 5'7" and a svelte 115 pounds. It could also be in part to the fears being played upon by the media - after all, according to the CDC, this year's flu season was going to worse than last year, particularly with H1N1 still rearing its ugly head. Nearly all his friends, family, and he had gotten hit with the flu the last year, and that was something he decided he'd not soon relive. So it only stood to reason that when he saw an advertisement for a clinic that had early flu shots available, he (and, from the looks of the waiting room, a good fifty or more others) decided to jump on the opportunity.
"Roll up your sleeve," the nurse instructed upon returning to the room, causing Gerard to jump at the sudden return. He always felt doctors made their doors as loud as possible, just to startle the people who got too acclimated to the drone of an air conditioner. Doing as instructed, the hyena exposed his arm for the nurse, averting his eyes as soon as the rubber band was tied around his bicep. Gerard had an aversion to blood, particularly his own, for as long as he could recall, and aging to 36 did nothing to alleviate that distaste. But, a few moments later, the shot was applied, and he was getting a cotton swab placed over the stab wound, and a bit of gauze to hold it in place. "There you are. You might feel a bit of unease later, as we inject you with a modified flu virus to build your immunity to it. So you might feel like you're sick, but don't worry; it's completely natural," the nurse instructed him. And, with a smile of reassurance shared by both parties, Gerard left the clinic, feeling safe from the diseased world around him, while the nurse moved on to inoculating the next patient.
"There. All one hundred shots have been applied," the nurse finally would report to the doctor at the end of business. The doctor, an aged lion, graying heavily throughout his mane, would smile and remark, "I'll report that to Almea. They'll want to know we've put that shipment to good use, and offered more vaccine if they have any to spare. All finished for the day, Paige?" But there was still filing to do. She excused herself from the doctor's office, and returned to her desk at 8:00PM, sorting through the paperwork that was left to fill out in regards to their newest vaccination supplier. Picking a pen up, she started to make her first marks on the page when she heard a loud crash outside the front door, glass breaking and a car alarm going off. Too familiar of a noise around here, she mused before lifting the phone to call 9-1-1, knowing how bad of an area this was. When the phone was placed to her ear, she heard nothing but the electronic voice whining, "I'm sorry, but all circuits are currently busy. Please try your call again later."
There would be no later, however, as a huge black mass slammed itself into the front door, shattering glass and raining the jagged shards down upon her with incredible force, despite a good four meters between her and the door. As she sagged back in her chair, eyes struggling to comprehend the hulking, muscular bear before her, trying to cry out despite her throat being impaled upon one of those larger pieces, the last thing she would experience is just how much those bizarre yellow eyes glared at her with hatred and need.
At 2:15 P.M., Gerard was thinking the nurse was crazy to warn him about negative side effects of the shot. She should have spoke about the positives. At his age, he had started to feel that inevitable drag on his productivity, but he felt alive today. Doing his usual workout in the hopes of making progress on his physique, he was ecstatic to know that he had been making progress after all. The weights just felt like they weren't even as heavy as they said they were. Normally benching a respectable-for-his-size 85 pounds, he just couldn't get enough, only stopping at double that due to concern of hurting himself.
And, once finished with the workout, Gerard would usually retreat to a quiet corner, so as to shield as many eyes from a physique he was ashamed of. Not today, however. When he walked past the mirrored wall leading to the locker room, he almost thought he'd stared into a window and saw someone walking by it. The revelation it was, in fact, him, however, made him almost choke up with joy - he was no longer puny. It had to be a massive pump, the hyena realized, as he posed in front of the mirror for the first time in his life. One arm lifted and then curled to make the bicep swell up, Gerard grunting in a feral manner at how it made his furred skin feel tight and strained over the muscle. Easily, he could pass for an athlete instead of the skinny little man he was before.
This was just unbelievable, he thought to himself, marveling at every one of his muscles, each swollen with results he'd never dreamed possible. And, that's when it hit him. He would use the open showers today, as opposed to hiding in one of the stalls. People needed to see this before it went away. And so, with an exhibitionist streak that seemed to come from nowhere, he formed a somewhat confident smirk upon his lips and started moving his way into the locker room. As he did, the shirt was peeled off, the shorts following its lead, tossed to the side next to his locker. When he rounded the corner to the showers, he would find that they weren't occupied by a soul. This wouldn't stop him, though. He felt emboldened by this change in his body, and he wanted anyone who would walk in to see him.
This feeling was soon replaced with one of dread as he felt slammed with a wave of nausea, forcing him to buckle to his hands and knees. No longer was crying from joy an option, the tears that flowed now were purely from this hellish sensation ripping apart his whole being. There wasn't even time to try and position his head over a drain as he started puking violently. However, through this, he felt his muscles grow more heavy, his knees press that much more painfully into the tiles beneath him. Gerard tried to call for help, tried to ask for someone to call the clinic he'd visited today, get him to a hospital, but another blast of bile from his stomach reduced him to crumple on the side as the virus spread throughout his system and took root of its newest host.
It took no more than 20 minutes before someone else came into the shower. The man was a rather huge, muscular wolf, a bodybuilder whom would only find peer among the Mr. Olympias of the world, and he would be the first to see what had become of Gerard. Similarly, Gerard would be the last to see the wolf as he was. The wolf saw a huge, quivering person in the corner, a brow cocked before he would attempt to ask if the person was alright. But he would get no more than one word out before he swallowed the remainder, Gerard whipping his head around to stare with horrid, yellow eyes at the man. It was then that the hyena stood to his full height of 6'7", teeth clenched and muscles equally tight as he regarded the target before him. Ironically, the thing the wolf feared the most was between the other's legs, erect and looking as thick and long as the lupine's forearm, a fear all too justified as he attempted to back away and the hyena moved closer.
Fear, however, was not something the wolf was used to, and it made him react in the poorest of ways possible: he attempted to run. Not only did this present the hyena with a target for the cudgel bobbing before him, it made the wolf take his eyes off the beast. It was only a matter of two seconds before the hyena was on the wolf, jamming his dick forcibly under the wolf's tail. There was no hope of resistance with the force that Gerard used on his first victim, teeth clenching viciously upon the shoulder of the wolf as he hilted in one shot, obliterating the wolf's intestines and anal ring with that motion. It did not stop there, however; Gerard's mind was pure lust and hatred, needing only to quench the both if only for a brief time that, truth be told, would never come. Using the wolf's blood as lubricant, the infected hyena started fucking the wolf, teeth moving to grip and crush his prey's throat so there would be no attempt to call for help from the quickly-dying fuck toy underneath him. As he came within the bodybuilder's ruined corpse, there would be Gerard's last moment of lucidity before the virus snuffed the hyena's access to his own thought process. And, with no cognition in his mind besides lust and the need to fuck everything he could find, he began sodomizing the wolf again.
Scenes similar to Gerard's were taking place all over the city of San Marcos, with increasing frequency as time went on. News reports were shaky, at best, until they ceased coming altogether; They were ineffectual at preparing most people for this sort of mass violence, at any rate, Patrica Robson even going so far as to say that this was the work of the homosexual agenda. Amongst the final videos each news team put out were glowing yellow pinpricks in the darkness behind them, before a mass of fur would streak across the field of vision, destroying the camera, or its broadcasting capabilities at the least. Once every channel had gone to static, Erick Almae would smirk in his office and rise from his desk, shutting off each of the televisions with a remote. The lion walked slowly over to the large window in the office, looking down upon the chaos with the aid of a twenty-sixth floor view.
"I find it hard to believe you'll be able to control them after seeing the way they move. This isn't exactly a small, sealed laboratory you've made these in. Don't you think you should have made them a touch more docile?" a voice would ask over his shoulder. To that, the lion barked out a laugh, his torso testing the solidity of his suit. Looking over his shoulder, Erick replied, "Do I appear as though I'm not in control?" before turning to face the armadillo that was boring him with a skeptical gaze, continuing, "This isn't about making some army for me to control. This is about purging the world of unclean genes. This is about making this wretched little world one step closer to becoming pure." The lion's gaze would then sharpen, eyes narrowing at the armadillo before he growls, "Just make sure you have our guards posted around the city. I want absolutely no survivors leaving, and we must keep our little 'purification' here a secret from the rest of the world. None in, none out. Do I make myself clear?"
The chief of security would stand at attention and then salute once his orders were received, snapping out with a, "Yes, Sir!" After this, Erick relaxes his demeanor, remarking, "You're dismissed, then." The lion would turn back towards the chaos below as the armadillo left his office, a grin returning to his face as Erick pulls a syringe from his pocket. "It'll be faster than I first planned, but," he murmurs to the virus in his hand, "that's suitable. Throwing off the shackles of mortality and being reborn to this world as its God couldn't come soon enough."
And that's it, for the time being. I'll be introducing the protagonists in the next installation, and will do my best to keep this updated as often as four days of college and a husband to worry about will allow me to.