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Frysco found himself heading into the nightclub that had been quarantined a few weeks ago after being a hotspot for Sexually TransFormative Diseases, and that was where his mentor Samson had gone in order to study those that had been trapped inside. The gryfsune had grown increasingly concerned when the hippogriff's research reports stopped coming in. It wasn't like him to just drop off the radar like that and when he couldn't even get him rung up on his cell phone or at the place he had been staying at, the concern only grew. Frysco finally had enough waiting and against the wishes of his superior officers went to investigate the disappearance.

First Frysco stopped in at the place where Samson had rented out in order to stay close at the scene and found that it hadn't been lived in for quite some time. After grabbing a few personal effects as well as the laptop that he used for his research the gryfsune packed everything and went over to the quarantine zone. There was no need for him to leave anything at the apartment, and this point it was very clear that something had happened to the brilliant researcher. Though he wasn't sure what had gotten him he knew it had to be something serious for him to neglect everything like this, and despite his better judgement he had to figure out what happened. He left everything he gathered in the trunk of his car, along with the living dildo that had once been a snow leopard named Carter, and locked it before stepping inside.

The gryfsune waited at the contamination gate in order for his credentials to process, the doors opening with a soft hiss after he was given clearance. With the potentially infectious nature of the club part of the quarantine was that no personnel could be on-site for more than an hour or so at any given time. That meant that all security guards would be replaced with their state of the art portal system that would keep the place locked down for months without needing a single maintenance call. Once he had gotten on the other side of the gate Frysco took a look at the log and felt his heart sank when he saw that Samson had never checked out of the portal, either.

Things seemed to go from bad to worse as he went over to the area where they would keep the hazmat suits and saw that there was only the one that belonged to the hippogriff, the shiny rubber material in a heap on the floor near the door that led into the nightclub itself. "What in the heck are you doing Samson," he said as he walked over to the suit and picked it up. "You've never been this careless before, what on earth happened to you that caused you to abandon your suit and walk back into the quarantine zone unprotected?"

With no answer from the inanimate piece of fabric the gryfsune sighed and looked it over to see if there was some sort of puncture or anything that would indicate a contamination breach, but the rubber appeared seamless to him as he set it down on the bench before heading to where they stored the fresh suits. A frown quickly crossed his beak as he quickly found the bin to be empty, which meant that Samson was likely the only one here doing follow up in the first place. He began to regret not coming to his mentor's aid sooner, but if the hippogriff was only recently infected it was possible that if he could get to him quickly they might be able to treat, and possibly reverse, whatever STFD he might have caught.

For Frysco, though, that meant needing a containment suit, and since going back to central to check out one for a non-emergency outbreak would take a day at the minimum, he decided that he would use Samson's instead. Though the suits were designed to be relatively one size fits all this one had been tailor-made for a hippogriff, not a gryfsune, so his feet felt a bit squished in boots that had been made with hooves in mind. Still, their frames seemed to be similar enough that he could seal up the suit and once he had fully done so he grabbed a flashlight and a medical tablet. Thankfully both he and Samson were avian in nature as he adjusted his helmet before walking into the second airlock, hearing it seal behind him before the outer door opened and allowed him to venture into the club.

As the gryfsune began to walk through the darkened hallway he remembered the story that surrounded this club where one of the first STFD outbreaks happened. People went in one night while a party was being hosted to have a good time and came out with all manner of mutations. Some had even disappeared in the mix, though with the technology and research into such things being nonexistent nobody but Samson was able to connect the dots with the help of local law enforcement. Those missing people were still unaccounted for and Frysco could only imagine that they had become living dildos or merged with someone else suffering from a different strain of the viral outbreak.

"Hell of a party," Frysco muttered to himself as his flashlight beam happened upon one of the dried pools of sexual fluids that were no doubt scattered about the club. The gryfsune could only imagine the orgy that had happened here and wondered what could have possibly caused such a thing to happen. Had someone been sick and the patient zero happened to wander into this crowded place, or perhaps it was done with more... malicious intent. Either way between the police, federal law enforcement, and their branch of the disease control sector they had little information on what exactly was the cause... and it was starting to look like they may never find out what happened here.

The gryfsune found himself shuddering as he walked through the empty dance floor, finding more pools of various bodily fluids as well as torn clothing. With no lights on everything had an ominous quality to it, like it was something out of a zombie movie as he continued his way through. Even if that were the case there were no people here, the place received a thorough sweep and any stragglers that were found had been taken back to the treatment facility. It was the reason why Samson had been allowed to study here by himself in the first place, as long as his containment suit remained sealed there should have been no danger of infection. Something happened to him, though, but the longer Frysco searched the more he wondered if Samson didn't just take a vacation or something and not tell anyone as he continued to find no trace of him.

As time continued on and he reached the basement of the club the gryfsune had thought about possibly calling it quits for his search. Not only had he been fruitless in the search for Samson, but he had to continue to pick at the rubber suit as it shifted around him while he searched. He also found himself sweating a bit as he went through the storage rooms of the club, but just as he was about to begrudgingly bring himself to the conclusion that his superiors had been right he stumbled across something that had caused him to pause. He slowly walked into the keg storage facility, which had been a chiller but with no power was just a metal storage room, and at first he thought it was just another set of torn clothes and dried cum puddle before he realized...

...that puddle was still very much a liquid.

"Fascinating..." Frysco said to himself as he slowly ventured closer, documenting his findings to himself as he continued to look at the pearly white pool. "This must have been what Samson was studying... if this was from one of the original infected then he quite possibly stumbled onto the progenitor DNA for all the STFD's that we're seeing spread out there. I wonder if it's because of the metal floor or the fact that this area was cool for so long that kept this particular sample fresh... now I wish he hadn't kept things so close to the chest, if I had known that I was working on something so important I would have-"

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he saw the puddle bubble and begin to shift slightly despite nothing around to agitate it. Frysco stood there in silence and watched the surface wearily, stopping in his tracks while he waited to see if anything else was going to happen. When it didn't he once more continued to approach it and the substance bubbled once again like it was reacting to his movement or even possibly his mere presence. With his scientific curiosity getting the better of him he walked back and grabbed a pool cue from a nearby room and used it to wave over the rather large puddle, only to find no reaction. When he poked it, though, it was completely different matter as the stick was nearly pulled out of his hands as the puddle churned to life.

Frysco quickly withdrew the pool cue and watched as something tried to form out of the puddle, looking like a malformed head of some sort of canine creature before it quickly collapsed back on itself. The gryfsune gasped at the implication that this puddle had once been a living, breathing creature that likely came down here to try and escape when everything went down in the club, itself. Though he had seen things like living dildos and tentacle creatures this was the first time that he had seen anything so radical before as to completely change a person's molecular structure from solid to fluid. Likely Samson had been attempting to try and get this creature to regain its form since it appeared that it couldn't do so on its own, and if that was true he could look back at the hippogriff's notes on his computer to see if he could find a correlation with his disappearance.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," a voice said that caused Frysco to gasp, quickly spinning around when he heard the familiar tone of Samson only to find nothing there.

"Samson?" Frysco called out, looking around the cooler before his gaze drifted down to the puddle on the floor. "No way..." The gryfsune moved to the edge of the pool of white liquid to try and see if his new hypothesis on the hippogriff's fate was true. "Are you... are you in there?"

"Not quite," Samson replied, Frysco watching the liquid reach out to him slightly as he took a step back. "I'm speaking to you through the suit and I have to tell you that you can't report my findings back to your superiors, if they find him then he's just going to be stuck in a jar for the rest of his days while scientists try and extract all the information they can from him."

It took a second before Frysco put two and two together and realized that the hippogriff was speaking to him through the communications device embedded in the suit. "Is that why you haven't called in?" Frysco asked as he stood up, trying to think of where Samson could be in order to communicate through the relatively short signal radius these suit intercoms had. "You're worried for the fate of the poor soul there? You know better than anyone that if we can get him back to our facility he can get treated for his condition and possibly make him better, maybe even find a cure or two for other diseases since he was one of the first."

"I don't think you quite understand my intentions, my dear Frysco." Samson's voice explained, taking on a darker tone that caused Frysco to shiver slightly. "It's not because of his internment that I don't want you to report him, it's because they might find those cures you're talking about. Now that I've seen the light I can't go back and let you help those who wish to destroy the glorious work that is being done here."

The gryfsune felt his blood run cold as the hippogriff's words rang out in his skull. The thought that the hippogriff had somehow gotten infected once more rose to the forefront of Frysco's mind as he tried not to show his worry or fear. "That's just the virus talking, Samson," he tried to reason with the voice. "You know as well as I do that you don't actually mean that, why don't you come to me and let me take you in and we can see about getting you treated."

There was a moment of pause and for a second Frysco thought that maybe he had convinced his friend to come in, only to hear a dark chuckle over the intercom. "You could have taken me in right now if you really wanted to," Samson said, causing the gryfsune to be once more perplexed at his mentor's words as he looked around the cooler to see if the hippogriff was somehow standing there. "I've been traveling with you this entire time and you didn't even realize it, protecting you like I have been all this time. I'm so close to you I can feel your heart racing in your chest as I'm sure you start to realize the truth of the matter..."

Frysco couldn't help but swallow hard as his he slowly looked down at the rubber suit that had covered his body. Even though this would mean a mutation the likes of which he had never seen before in an STFD, he actually began to feel the presence of Samson all around him. Samson hadn't abandoned his suit in the airlock to try and go back into the hot zone, somehow he had been infected and literally merged with the material! As the weight of his realization ran over him the gryfsune's instincts kicked in and he immediately went to the emergency release in order to try and escape the clutches of the bizarrely-transformed hippogriff.

Samson appeared to be ready for his attempted exodus; however, and the gryfsune let out a gasp of surprise as every inch of the latex suit suddenly suctioned against his body! He could feel the rubber not only press against his fur and feathers but actually begin to fuse with them while the contours of his lithe body that had been hidden by the material were now clearly visible. His breath caught in his chest as Samson somehow continued to restrict his form through the suit, the hippogryph's presence continuing to reverberate through his being as he felt his form begin to change. Frysco realized that Samson wasn't just infecting him, but also in charge of his mutations as he felt his feet begin to harden and mold into a hoof-like configuration.

When Frysco tried to turn to run out of the room for help even the helmet of his suit began to warp, the visor that he had been looking out of growing increasingly tinted as something heavy and thick beginning to press against his ears. "No, you can't do this to me!" the gryfsune shouted in his suit as he stumbled from the sudden shift in balance on his changing feet and clung to the nearby keg. "Help! Somebody help merrf-"

The gryfsune's cries were short-lived as something quickly pushed its way into his beak, a shape that he was somewhat familiar with as it spread open and quickly stuffed his maw completely. Somehow Samson had manipulated the suit material that he had become in order to form into a heavy rubber horsecock, one that continued to grow even as it flattened his tongue and began to push its way back towards his throat. "That's it..." Frysco heard Samson hiss in his ear as the gryfsune began to feel a surge of pleasure run through his entire body, particularly around his groin where rubber tendrils had wrapped around the encase flesh to stroke it. "Succumb to the pleasure and join us..."

Even though the voice in Frysco's mind told him to fight this he could feel his body beginning to quiver, whether it was something in the rubber that now completely encased him from head to toe as a second appendage was forming from it or pure adrenaline and panic, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of, though, was that the growing lump quickly found its way between his squeezed cheeks and the gryfsune let out a muffled moan as the slick, rubbery object immediately began to spread open the ring of muscle there. Frysco's entire body shuddered as Samson penetrated him via the suit and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be Samson's vessel, seeing into the living suit's psyche to see that he needed his body in order to finally leave this place.

No... seeing what would become of his fate gave Frysco the fight to continue on and he used all his willpower to push back the hippogriff suit. Even as the second horsecock joined the first in beginning to thrust into his orifices as well as the tendrils attempting to bring him to mindless orgasm he put all his effort towards the hand that was holding onto the keg. With a tremendous mental shout Frysco broke through the haze of pure lust Samson had erected around him and reached back, his hand quickly moving to the emergency release button on the side of his suit. Though he could feel Samson attempt to reassert control the hippogriff let out a shout as he hit the button, though the cry of anguish was not for what the gryfsune thought.

Originally when someone would press the emergency button every seam in the suit would pop at once and allow whatever compromised material fall away from the one who pressed it. Samson wouldn't allow anything like that, in fact the normally violent tearing away of the suit was replaced with only a few small pops that occurred along the major stress areas. What had caused the hippogriff to scream out was that when Frysco had done this his other hand accidently let go of the keg as well, and with the combination of his momentum going for the button and his unfamiliarity with the hooves Samson had given him they went tumbling towards the pool of eagerly-churning white liquid.

Even with his senses blinded and his mouth and tailhole stuffed Frysco could sense that something went wrong, not only for his plan to release himself from the possessed suit, but also from the fact that he had fallen. "You fool!" Samson roared as the gryfsune began to feel something pushing its way into the seams that he had just created, a completely different kind of tentacle slithering its way inside his suit and onto his body. "Why couldn't you have just seen this my way? Now you've doomed us both!"

As Frysco struggled to return to his senses the skintight rubber suit suddenly released on him and the gryfsune was once more able to feel air against his fur and feathers... as well as something dripping around it. Even though Samson seemed to insist on continuing to pleasure him with those rubber horsecocks still thrusting inside him, he could still move as he got onto his hands and knees to crawl out of the cooler. He didn't have to look back to know that he had landed in the pool of sentient cum, feeling it slosh slightly in his suit as he struggled to get away. The living liquid didn't seem to have any reservations of letting him go, but as the gryfsune continued to move forward the feeling of it inside his suit began to grow more prominent with every passing second.

Though Frysco attempted to tell himself that he could still get himself help now that he was free from the clutches of Samson, it appeared he was in an even direr predicament as he felt his cock begin to leak. Though it began to soften against the confines of his suit it remained even more sensitive to the point where it felt like he had begun to constantly orgasm to a small degree. It caused the pleasured gryfsune to pant around the rubber cock in his maw, and as he did he could not only feel it go deeper inside him but his beak started to leak copious amounts of drool around it. He started to feel the same for his tailhole and the entire time it felt like the arms and legs of the suit were being filled with liquid as he managed to crawl to the front of the cooler.

Unfortunately when he got to the door Frysco found that it had closed behind him, and as he tried to reach up to grab it he was shocked to see the rubber-suited arm droop down like a wet noodle. Though he willed his arm to go up and grab the handle nothing responded, and when he used his other arm to try and prop up the first one he felt a rush of liquid slosh back into his suit. When he tried to lean back on his legs while gasping in shock he found himself going fully backwards ninety degrees and the recently-repaired suit jiggle like a half-full water balloon as he felt the leaking from his body intensified. Though he didn't want to be living cum, a growing part of him no longer cared as his horniness spiked and his still semi-solid hand reached up to rub the patch of rubber where his groin used to be. The surreal nature of the situation and the gryfsune's rapidly-melting body had completely eroded away what willpower he had left, and though his cock had completely melted already he still rubbed himself there.

Soon even the rubber horsecocks that Samson had inserted into him had no more effect, his increasingly gooey body no longer able to hold them in as the rubber suit flopped around a bit more. What little definition it had left had completely disappeared as the pressure building behind the seam of the helmet caused it to burst once more, the latex hazmat suit immediately deflating as a pool of multihued cum flowed out of it. With the sudden freedom Frysco orgasming doubled in intensity to the point where he could no longer think, everything ran on instinct now as he desired to infect and corrupt and cum and fill others so that he could continue his spread. But with no one around to do that to the gryfsune became so riled up that he blacked out, the suit laying there as a lifeless husk of clothing just like everything else surrounded by a pool of sexual fluids...

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Frysco didn't know how long he had floated there in the sexual stupor from his infection and subsequent transformation, but as his desire died down a bit and rational thought once more flowed into his psyche he knew that he could still help himself. He could still feel all of himself, it just so happened that all of him was a puddle of cum on the cooler floor of a night club. He had seen the original creature do it before, though, even if it was only briefly, and he knew that he had a chance to be able to do it himself. All he had to do was concentrate, that was the mantra he continued to chant to himself over and over again as he fought through the haze of pleasure and remembered what he used to look like.

A few seconds later the multi-colored cum began to stir; at first it was nothing more than a bubble but then the mass of fluid began to churn and swirl on itself just like the original puddle had before. The surface of the pool began to swell up in the air and the first thing that formed was a beak, which let out a gasp that caused the surrounding liquid to bubble as the rest of the head was pulled out after that. As Frysco surpassed what he had seen the other infected cum creature do he knew he had to keep it up, his face twisted in that of pure dedication as he formed his shoulders and then his arms like he was pulling them out of the sludge. With great effort the puddle shrank as his chest formed, then his hips and thighs along with his cock that immediately began to throb with need as soon as he had it.

"So good..." Frysco moaned, his voice slightly gurgling as he struggled to maintain his composure while his hand drifted down his gooey chest towards his cock. "But... I'm infected..." even though his years of training told him that the thoughts he was having was due to whatever virus coursed through his mutated liquid system, the combination of lust and need to spread clouded and corrupted his thoughts. Just as he continued to dwell on it he suddenly began to comprehend the inner workings of not only his STFD, but a number of others as well.

It was the holy grail of the viral transformative knowledge, something that his entire department would have killed for. Now it was his... and all he could think of doing was using it to transform other victims. He found with a little thought he could actually not only use a plethora of already-available changes, but could mutate the virus even more in order to create something new. But as he continued to dwell on it he realized that his body, which had grown all the way up to his shins, had immediately began to sink back into his puddle.

Even with Frysco once more resuming his concentration on his body he had sunk all the way back to his waist, his cock and his hand that had been stroking it sinking in as well while the tingling sensation remained and even spread out some. When Frysco's head and beak no longer was melting into one another it gave him a chance to think about what was happening. He realized that this was going to be cumbersome having to maintain his form while also wanting to do all the things that floated in his head. That didn't even count movement, he hadn't gotten his feet formed yet and he was still struggling to get past his knees. That was when a thought formed in his mind as his milky eyes looked back down at the floor...

About a minute later the rubber suit began to inflate once more, the living liquid flowing back into it as Frysco felt Samson's consciousness once more recognize him. "Come back to gloat?" the latex hippogriff suit said when he felt the liquid gryfsune push into his body. "Surprised you didn't slither off into a storm drain with your newfound ability."

"Well I remember what you wanted with your little trick you played on me," the gryfsune said as he found his virus-bolstered confidence getting him cocky. "I was thinking, though, that we could work with a little mutual benefit. You need someone to move you around, I'm going to need someone to contain my body so I don't have to think about keeping all this in one solid piece."

"So you want me to become a gryfsune goo holder?" Samson replied with a grunt as the two found themselves slowly making their way back up to their feet again. "I suppose that it's better than laying on the floor."

When the two reached a mutual conclusion Frysco and Samson found themselves taking a few moments to get used to one another. The living cum gryfsune felt almost relieved now that he was able to be contained, the rubber hippogriff suit holding his body meant that he had the control to move their combined body. Once Frysco had gotten a chance to get used to the mechanics he moved them over to one of the many mirrors on the club in order to look himself over. He saw when he finally got a view of his reflection... that he was smoking hot.

The image of a rubberized hippogriff stood there proudly in the middle of the floor, the latex hazmat suit altered to look more like something that would be in a certain type of special club. The visor and specialized helmet looked more like a gas mask than something used for protection. There were also a few straps that they had somehow acquired, though since Samson was essentially living rubber at this point it made sense that he could do such things. Since he was a formless mass Frysco was surprised how nice his lithe physique looked, rubbing his hands down his smooth, shiny chest to feel the give of the faux muscles that were actually living cum.

Together the two made their way out of the club and over to the airlock, Frysco deactivating the decontamination procedures so that they could get through it with ease. Though there was no reason to deactivate the lockdown Frysco still felt for the one that couldn't get himself to solidify, which meant that perhaps he would need to find another one to transform into a living rubber suit so that he could get out. But that wasn't high on either of their lists right now, with their shared thoughts Frysco knew that with the gryfsune going missing as well their department were going to be looking for them.

That was just fine for the two infected creatures; now that they had all the mutagenic information of the virus that was released and a working knowledge of their department, they could start to not only infect others, but also do so strategically. There were so many creations that had been interned, some by their own hand, and he needed to make sure that they escaped. They could hear them calling, and soon all the world would share in it...