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The bracelet blinked in pace to the rhythm of Snow's heart. He watched it through blurred vision, never fully asleep, but never fully awake. Only when he became suddenly aware of his surroundings did he snap awake and take stock of the situation. He didn't get far. Even a flexible feline like him couldn't get far when his wrists and ankles were so tightly bound. The cheetah tugged against those cords, and found them stretching against his struggles. Maybe he could break free with enough effort, maybe not. The blue of the bracelet monitor blinked faster as his panic started to set in. It was only when he sensed movement nearby that he actually managed to get a better look at his surroundings.

The room looked like a dark, dank prison cell. Somehow he could just tell it was underground. There were no windows, and the whole place felt overwhelming around him, as if he was deep in the heart of some massive facility. How he got there, he really had no idea. Maybe there was something buried there in his memory, some faint glimpse of a masked face in the middle of his daily routine. He'd been with his friends, just enjoying a quiet time, nothing too rowdy. There certainly was no explanation for the massive gap in his recollection of the past few hours. Or had it been days? Without any source of natural light, he really had no idea. At least he wasn't alone. The other three were there too, which was as much of a comfort as it was a worry. Whatever had happened, they were caught up in it too.

Mahiri, Rio, Ashala, they were all there. A leopardess, a lion, a tigress rounded out the pack of cats, or perhaps they were a pride. They were similarly bound, and Rio's strength couldn't break himself free, not yet. The leopard gazed over at Snow with a worried look, but she didn't say anything. The tiger was still a bit slumbery, blinking and shaking her head. She didn't seem to know where she was yet. Not that Snow could have helped her in that regard. The four of them grunt and groaned as they shook off the effects of what felt like some sort of drug in their system. It took a while for Snow to notice they were all naked. That was enough to make him blush, even considering the threatening circumstances. They were his friends, but he didn't know them all quite that intimately. That just reinforced his theory that they'd been taken for some sort of nefarious purpose. The stone floor felt cold against his bare fur.

"What's ... what's going on?" he finally managed to murmur.

"I don't know ..." the leopardess whispered.

"Unnngh ... " the tigress simply grunted.

Rio wasn't to be shaken. He puffed his chest up and gave his head a firm shake. "Whatever it is, we're getting out of this. I'm not letting anything happen to you."

Seeing the lion with such a serious demeanour threw Snow right off, but it also gave him the confidence to believe things were going to be okay. Somehow. He wasn't sure what kind of person would drag him and his friends into such a situation, but he was about to find out. A sudden crackle of static accompanied the glow of a television screen embedded in the otherwise featureless wall. A face appeared in a surprisingly high-definition video. Or, the semblance of a face at least. At first Snow thought he was looking at some sort of bird, perhaps a crow, but he quickly realized it was just a mask. The hooded figure covered their face with a beak, and the glow of their green eyes obscured any features that might have been perceived beneath. Just looking at that odd light shining from beneath the mask made the cheetah's skin crawl a little. There was something so toxic about that hue. He wasn't sure how he knew, but the sight of it along with a cloaked plague doctor certainly didn't inspire comfort.

"Greetings, subjects." The speaker didn't bother to disguise her voice. Snow quickly caught an unusual accent to her words. "This is a recording. Please do not embarrass yourselves shouting questions at the screen."

Snow was just about to babble a number of things at her, so that came just in time. Instead, he just pursed his lips and listened.

"I am Doctor Victoria Black. You have been specially selected to participate in a study. My research states that the four of you shall make for excellent candidates. I do hope you all prove worthy of joining the swarm. But that remains to be seen. Allow me to demonstrate."

The camera panned back to reveal the doctor - if she really was one anyway - was only covered from about the waist up. Her cloak fell almost to her feet, but she was otherwise completely bottomless. Snow saw some white fur, and even managed to catch a glimpse of her pink rat tail before his eyes were locked on that fat black cock casually pulsing away atop a pair of truly massive balls. Those were equally glossy, and visibly weighty, even through the video. He had to fight down a blush at the sight, even despite his circumstances. The rat kept her cock firm without so much as a touch. It pulsed and dripped all on its own, putting out a generous amount of precum. Whoever was working the camera zoomed in on it briefly, while meanwhile the plague doctor curled a gloved finger to beckon to someone offscreen. Snow didn't recognize the naked lynx who eagerly shuffled over to kneel before the doctor. The rat didn't have to say a single word before the unknown feline shoved her face right into those plump black nuts and started licking her way up towards the tip of that shiny shaft.

"Now, subjects. I know the demonstration may be distracting, but please direct your attention to the monitoring device on her wrist. It is just like your own, of course. But observe how it changes when it comes in contact with my fluids ..."

Sure enough, one smooth slurp of the rat's precum from the tip of her cock was enough to make the lynx's bracelet give a beep and the display change colour. It went from blue to yellow, though Snow had no idea what that indicated. The cat went down on the rat with eager neediness that saw her throating that fat dick in seconds. There was something unnatural about how eagerly she sucked that cock. It was like she was being mind controlled, or that she needed the rat's cum to sustain herself. A bobbing, gulping, sloppy blowjob ensued that proved so loudly messy the camera's microphone easily picked it up. Again there came that uncontrollable blush from the cheetah as he listened to the schlurp and schlorp of that slick suck. Victoria stood up straight and steady the entire time, her mask ensuring the other cats couldn't see any expressions of pleasure from her. If she was even making them. She seemed to hardly even notice the cat who was desperately plunging that dick straight down her warm feline throat, right up until the moment she seized the lynx's head in both hands. From there, a few firm thrusts straight down the cat's throat were enough for her to finish. Snow even heard the cumshot.

A visible flex and lift of those fat nuts, and a sudden splurch bulged the lynx's throat and cheeks alike. Her mouth got absolutely stuffed full of thick rat spunk, while plenty more cascaded down her chin and breasts. The rest, she swallowed, as quickly as she could. It took multiple gulps just to drain that cock dry. The sound of her rapid ulp ulp ulps echoed through the room it had been filmed in. It was hard to notice the monitor on her wrist rapidly blinking as she ingested enough jizz to swell her belly, but it flickered until the display went from yellow to that bright, toxic green of Victoria's eyes. Then the device gave a happy-sounding series of short beeps, like a victory tune. Deedle de dee! That was enough to make the rat pat her subject on the head and pull her back from that seemingly infinite well of spunk. In doing so, she naturally came on the lynx's face and tits alike with those last few ropes. Snow had to marvel at the sheer thickness of it. He watched that rat firehose the cat, and waited for some sort of explanation.

"Ahh," came the soft sigh of the plague doctor, the sound filtered through her mask. She still wore it, even after sex. "It seems this specimen is a viable carrier. Now observe, as the changes take hold ..."

It didn't take long for the lynx to start showing the effects of whatever she'd just ingested. It was more than just rat jizz. There was something tainted about the doctor's seed. At first it set her into a series of alarming convulsions. She fell away from the rat and hit the floor heavily while she curled her fingers and clutched at herself. Writhing on the ground before the bottomless plague doctor, she shrieked and groaned in a way that sounded oddly orgasmic while powerful spasms passed through her entire body. Then there came some sudden thrusts of her hips as her cries proved even more sexual. She wailed as if experiencing a dozen climaxes all at once while her body shifted, twisted, and expanded. Her bust grew heavier, her hips wider, her thighs thicker. It all shaped her into something more idealized, until she'd taken on the form of a perfect breeder cat. Except she wasn't a cat anymore. Some of her original spots remained, but that was the only hint she'd ever been a lynx. From her stubby nub she grew a longer, naked rat tail, and her feline muzzle reshaped into something much more rodentlike. By the time she ceased her shaking, she'd fully changed her species. And the result was a writhing, moaning, and then masturbating new rat, frantically playing with her pussy, rubbing her clit, humping the air as she worked herself to soaking in a matter of seconds. Lust like nothing Snow had ever seen before drove the former feline into a drooling, spitting, dripping rage.

"Very good!" the doctor exclaimed, suddenly enough to lightly startle the cheetah. "The plague responds differently to every subject. Some are worthy of joining the swarm and spreading it to others. The rest? They are discarded. But with each test, we learn something new. For example ..."

The camera slowly panned to the side, to reveal a whole horde of rodents writhing, groping, grinding on each other. They pulsed and swelled or dripped with visible lust and need, but they remained attentive to the doctor's command despite that. When Victoria gestured to a particularly shapely black rat woman, that one approached and helped the former lynx to her feet. The new rat couldn't walk on her own, so the busty black one had to drag her away to become just another body in the mob of rodents.

"Do you recognize any fellow feline faces here? I suspect not. But it seems that you cats are particularly receptive to my glorious strain. Each of you shall get your dose soon. By the time this recording ends, they will have almost arrived."

The screen went black just in time for Snow to hear the sound of approaching feet. Claws scraped along the cold stone floors, and a mix of grunts, squeaks, and lusty bellows echoed down the dark hall leading to their cell. It sounded like a lot of them. They didn't have much time. The four of them were just going to have to find out how to escape their bindings or they were going to get swarmed by lust-crazed plague rats. They gnashed their teeth and scraped their claws along the wall as they made their approach. Their urges were powerful enough to make them violent. Nothing would stop them if they managed to grab the cats. Those bindings wouldn't break, but they were more flexible than they seemed at first. Snow pressed out on them until he found a little wiggle room for his wrists. From there, he managed to tug and struggle until finally his arm came free. It hurt a little. He was flexible, but being bent into that position for who-knew-how-long left his fingers a little numb while he struggled with the cords around his ankles. The other cats worked diligently to free themselves as well, with varying degrees of success and panic alike.

Mahiri worked herself like an escape artist to swiftly get free before the others could, but rather than make her exit right away, she dashed over to give Snow a hand with his ankles. With her help, he managed to escape faster, though standing was another ordeal entirely. With the circulation cut off for so long, his feet were very much asleep, and he wobbled at first, leaning on the other spotty cat for support. Rio escaped next, and helped the struggling tigress with a mighty tug to outright snap those cords and get her ready to make their escape. The door wasn't locked. It swung open with a slight push, just in time for them to see the glimmering green eyes of those many, many horny rats barrelling down the hall towards them. They moved like one single creature, amassed together, a swarm of limbs and teeth and cocks alike, packed wall to wall, one body nearly indistinguishable from another. An amalgamation of plague-lusted beasts snarled and drooled towards them as they rushed out into the hall. There were mere seconds, fractions of seconds to consider what to do next. Without another look back towards the horde that pursued them, the four cats took off at a dead sprint in the opposite direction, without a clue about where they might end up. The most important thing was getting as far away as possible.

No matter how hard they ran, the swarm was always just behind them. One slip, one stumble and any of them would have been caught. Running naked wasn't exactly the most comfortable experience, either. They bounced and jiggled in a way that might have been amusing if it wasn't for the mortal fear they were experiencing. Not all of them were as fast as each other. Snow of course had that cheetah speed, but he couldn't keep it up forever. He didn't use it to the fullest of his abilities. That would have meant leaving his friends in the dust. He maintained a constant run to ensure he stayed only just ahead of them, while the others struggled to keep ahead of those slavering rats. They were so close the cats could already feel that permeating musk wafting from the swarm. The scent of pure, concentrated sex clouded their minds, even blurred their vision, but that wasn't enough to stop them from continuing the mad chase past one cell after another, and then right a corner with the horde snapping their jaws at those outstretched feline tails as they crashed into the wall and violently changed direction in pursuit of their prey.

"I ... I can't ..." came the tiger's puff as she started slowing a little. She dawdled behind the group and slumped her shoulders as she lost her breath before anyone else.

"Keep going!' Rio shouted between pants.

"I ..." she started again, but she didn't say anything more. Instead she came up with a desperate plan.

Rather than run herself to exhaustion, she instead used the last of her energy to fling herself into one of the empty cells and slam the door shut before the rats could get to her. There was no time to figure out how to lock it. She held it closed with all her strength while the horde sharply halted to slam themselves up against the bars. In their lust-crazed state, they couldn't figure out how to actually slide those bars open, opting instead to just throw their bodies up against the cold metal over and over again, completely unflinching. It meant the rest of the group could get away, but they didn't just keep running and leave her behind. Snow halted with a skid of his paws and whipped around to cry out to the tigress.

"No! Don't!" he said as if it wasn't already far too late. She'd made her decision. So far, it was working.

The cheetah's call caught the attention of the horde again. A dozen rats snapped their heads towards the three gasping cats, and with a screech of a battlecry, they took off in pursuit of them once more. There was no choice. They had to keep running, and leave the tigress behind while half the horde remained there, battering at her cell door. Mahiri eventually pointed to an open door along the wall, and the three of them dove through it without consideration for where it might lead them. Rio slammed it shut with his back and braced himself against it while the leopard worked with the lock to get it securely in place. The rats thumped and scratched against it, but the door held, leaving them a moment to catch their breath. While they gasped or wheezed from the strain, bent double, they heard the distant sound of clanging metal, until there finally came a crash. Shortly after they heard a terrified scream.

Ashala was just one cat. She fought to keep that door shut for as long as she could, but the metal itself was no match for the force of those maniacal rats. They broke it down after ramming their bodies against it enough times, and then they swarmed her. Her cry of fear came when a dozen hands snatched her naked body at once. In the haze of musk and sweat, she caught glimpses of their bodies. Some womanly, thickened, shapely, and others bulky and sturdy with masculine body. Sometimes a little of both. Each rat was distinct, but they all moved like one unit to force her to the floor and get on top of her with fury and aggression. They clawed at her, nibbled at her, and within seconds of getting their greedy hands upon her, they started humping and grinding all over her. She felt her fur getting smeared with infectious juices while six plagued cocks rubbed against her stripes. They soaked her, marked her, drenched her down with that deep scent until she was slathered in their musk. She cried out again, but found herself swiftly muffled when one of the rats shoved two fingers into her mouth. Another followed suit, holding her jaws open no matter how hard she tried to bite those digits. The plague rats were unnaturally strong. They pinned her arms, they stretched her legs, and eventually after enough grinding and shoving, one of them found his place atop her. That heavy-set silver rat smacked her on the cheek with his fat cock, squeaking and shrieking alike as he forced that shaft right past her lips and into her throat.

A mix of crazed laughter and lusty grunts escaped that rat while he roughly mouth-fucked the helpless tigress. The taste of his musk got mashed into her tongue while she did her best not to suffocate. She glurked down that dick just to avoid choking. That meant swallowing some of his vile fluids. The moment the first spurt left his cock, her bracelet gave a loud beep and the display went from blue to yellow. The plague had started its work within her. She could already feel something crawling along her skin, something swimming through her veins. It was probably already too late for her. She couldn't do anything but get her throat fucked by that dirty plague rat while she sweltered in the collective musk of all those infectious rodents. Her gullet bulged with the girth she swallowed. In the meantime, the rest of the horde screamed with desire as they rubbed against her body. If she didn't end up getting the plague straight from the tap of that hulking rat, then she might well have ended up absorbing it through her skin for the sheer amount of juices smeared across her stripes.

At least they were patient enough to leave her alone with the one mounted over her face. She gulped and sweltered while she endured that soaking wet plague rat throat fuck. Juices splattered down her cheeks, poured down her chin, drenched every single part of her while the rest of the infectious ones rubbed and humped and perspired on her. She smelled thickly of horny rat before the first one even finished. He was almost done. She could tell by the swell of his cock, and the pumping clenches of his fat nuts, plump with the dangerous contagion. Another surge of desperation made her struggle hard against the grip of the swarm, but she remained pinned. She was just going to have to gasp and choke down that dripping rat cock while the beastly rodent fucked her face to a finish and filled her with that tainted seed. Maybe it wouldn't affect her. Maybe she wouldn't be a viable specimen. The doctor spoke like that was a possibility.

That was the only shred of hope she held onto while that monstrous rat rutted her bulging gullet and squeaked out his crude climax. He bottomed out with his sack shoved right against her lips, his whole dick forced straight down her throat while she struggled with his girth and prepared to swallow. There were no other options. It was gulp or drown. As soon as that swell of spunk bulged up the rat's cock and erupted in her throat, Ashala set to chugging it down as swiftly as she could. The force of his cumshot splashed sent jets squirting from her lips, but the rest travelled straight down her throat and into her belly. If even a drop of that musky cream was enough to infect her, then a whole stomach-sloshing load left no remaining down in her mind. She sucked and slurped and swallowed with her eyes shut tight the whole time, knowing it was over for her. The only thing remaining was waiting for the happy little tune from her bracelet that would tell her she was next in the recent batch of plague rats. Except, that never came. Rather than the victory ding she expected, there instead came a series of sad-sounding blips that sounded like a failure of some sort. Do do dooooo ....

The rat tugged his dick out of her throat with a spray of plaguespunk. Ashala hacked and coughed until her throat was clear. The rats seemed to pulled back from her for a moment. It was long enough to sit down and glance down at her bracelet while she caught her breath and drooled fresh jizz. There was confusion in the air along with the sweltering musk of lusty rats. They chittered amongst themselves in a language she didn't understand, if it was even a language at all. But all eyes were on her, and the device on her wrist. When she got a good look at it, she saw it blinking red rather than the expected green. Something hadn't gone right. She didn't feel any sort of changes coming over her, either. She was drenched in musk and sloshing with rat cum, but she remained as much a tigress as ever. The rats looked like they weren't even sure what to do with her. They glanced to one another, exchanged murmuring secrets, before they turned back with shiny toxic eyes full of malice and desire alike. When she saw them licking their lips, she flinched and shielded herself with her arms, expecting to be swarmed and devoured for being an unviable subject. They had other plans.

Just because she wasn't going to be a new member of the swarm didn't mean she wasn't useless. She lost track of whose body was which when they pounced on her all at once. A sea of limbs and nibbling teeth and dragging tongues ravaged her body while half a dozen cocks rubbed across her striped fur. She was a rag for their thick-flowing precum and sweat alike. It all soaked down into her skin while they grasped and sometimes clawed at her to get her into position. She soon found herself facedown in a rat's crotch while she got her throat stretched again. That greedy rodent clutched her by the hair and fucked her face while others scrambled and shoved for position behind her. There was no mercy from the swarm. One cock rammed past the initial resistance of her pussy, then another shoved in right beside it. Those two rats stretched her while they alternated piston-thrusts and fucked her into a sweaty spitroast. Another still leapt upon her back and got his dick right beneath her tail, grinding and humping until he inelegantly pushed it inside her asshole. They wasted no time pumping and slapping their nuts against her body from all angles at once. A cacophony of rat-plaps filled the cell that was supposed to protect her from this very fate. The horde made use of her body while she swam in a sea of sex-scented rat bodies, relentlessly rutting her in the exact opposite of a steady rhythm.

Those furiously plague-lusted creatures fucked in frantic strokes while she simply sprawled beneath them all and vanished into the screeching orgy that ensued. They screamed with madness and need, they fought for position just to grind on prime parts of her body. One of them couldn't wait to fuck her and just blew a load all over her lower back and ass while she got that stripey butt plowed by the one clinging to her back. That one bit her scruff, licked her neck, and thumped her hard to spank her with his oversized balls. He didn't flinch even when his sack smacked her hard enough to sound like a crack of a whip. With her throat fur showing the outline of one stiffly engorged rat cock, she couldn't give more than the occasional defiant MMMF! Even that faded in time as that swarm fucked her to submission, leaving her with her eyes rolling back from more than just the lack of air. The scent, the taste, and of course the pleasure of getting quad-stuffed all at once, that was enough to make the tigress' toes curl, her tail twitch, her lips quiver while they forced her to a peak and filled her with spunk from every angle imaginable.

Such terrible sounds they made when they came. They screamed with pleasure once those ferocious instincts were satisfied. And she squirted right with them, pussy clenching and clamping that pair of cocks to milk all that plaguespunk right inside her as if some deep instinct wanted it so very bad. One taste and she was already an addict, a receptacle for that wickedly infectious cum. Ashala's bracelet remained red even while she got her belly and womb filled with hot, contaminated spunk. She felt her belly swelled and sag beneath her until the pressure ensured a messy splruch of jizz poured from her pussy and lips alike. There was simply no more room inside her after taking nearly half a dozen plaguebearing cumshots in such a short span. Or that was what she thought, at least. The rats were hardly done with her. Her senses started to numb. She couldn't see much more than a blur of dark fur writhing and grinding, and her nose had done all but dead after getting overloaded with mind-breaking rat musk in such a concentrated dose. Touch wasn't entirely gone yet. She certainly felt it when those four finished with her and made room for the next batch to savagely seize her and claim her for the swarm like the rest. This time she got rolled onto her back. She slumped and flopped about while they forced her into position, far too exhausted and shaken by that sweaty pounding to do anything but let them work out all their maddening desires with her body.

One of them nestled between her thighs. Her mouth was an overflowing fountain of rat jizz, but she managed a whimper when he penetrated her, at least. Another sat himself on her chest and shoved his cock right into her cleavage while he roughly squeezed her breasts. His dick spurted enough that the ensuing tifuck turned sloppy and noisy alike in seconds. At least she could gasp freely, for a few seconds at least. It wasn't long before another amorous rodent spotted her face and decided to make a throne out of her. Rather than fuck her face he just sat his sweaty ass right down on her muzzle and made her smooch his rim. Her tongue was already hanging from her lips, so he started rocking back and forth atop it to take those tingly cat tongue slurps for himself. She licked his sweaty rump while he rode her face and the others fucked and rubbed on her wherever they liked. A cock against her thigh. Another rubbing against the pads of a paw. And plenty more simply dripped on her while those lust-raged creatures jerked themselves over her musk-drowned, pleasure-broken body. It felt good. It always had, but the longer they swarm-fucked her, the more she allowed herself to enjoy it.

Moaning, writhing, humping, grinding - she fell into the chaotic rhythm of those ruthless rats while they plowed her body. She moved with them and absorbed the thrusts and grinds of those sex-soaked creatures. By then she'd been overwhelmed and overwritten with pure rat musk. Not a trace of that fine tigress fragrance remained. She couldn't breathe much when the air was that thick with plagued-up fuck-scent. Her body couldn't hold another drop, but that didn't stop the rats from trying. She felt a spurt of a heavy cumshot between her thighs, rushing into her swollen womb, stretching her taut. When that rat pulled out, another took his place and picked up right where he left off with the same manic pace of pumping and grinding into her flooded pussy. Every stroke sent another hot jet of jizz spraying out of her. Then there were those sounds, those schlurking, sucking, impossibly sloppy splurts that went with fucking her well-used cunt over and over. The longer they went at her, the more of a puddle formed beneath her, spreading out towards the corners of the abandoned cell, leaving her swimming in the essence of the corrupted rats until she was almost one herself. But not quite - she just wasn't viable enough for that.

The one atop her eventually grew tired of getting his sweaty ass eaten, or maybe just too horny to hold back any longer. Ashala left her jaw slack and fuckable for him to mount from that inverted angle. Such a position left his sack resting firmly on her whole face. She sniffed it while he shoved directly down her throat and she endured the slick smacks of rat nuts while she got mouthfucked yet again. Even she had to be impressed by her own stamina, in the swirling incoherence that was her consciousness. That was about the last thought she got to have before she started blacking out from pleasure. She couldn't tell when she was cumming anymore. Her body blazed with lusty delight and her pussy ached from how hard she clenched down on each cock that entered her. Even when she got her legs hefted up and a rat dick shoved in her ass, she still squeezed, still milked them with her spasming muscles and squirmy wriggles of bliss. Until she couldn't anymore, at least. They broke her musk and pleasure alike until she went completely slack beneath them, covered in their tainted fluids and jiggling with how much they'd pumped into her belly. Completely blacking out was hardly enough to convince them to stop. They used her body until every single one of those dozen or so rats had a turn with her, filling her, marking her, bloating her. The sounds of rat nuts plapping against the unconscious tigress' body rang out through the dark place, echoing down the damp halls.

The other survivors would have heard it if they weren't so preoccupied. Those rats could get through an iron gate. A single door wasn't going to hold them forever. Yet everywhere they went, it was locked, sealed, jammed. There were no easy escape routes. This wasn't a game. It wasn't supposed to be fair. Without any good exit for them to take, they were just going to have to make one. Quietly, if possible. They were tired of running. Eventually Mahiri stopped when she came across a door that seemed a little older than others. It was still locked, but when she crouched down to inspect the keyhole, she gave a nod of her head and gestured for the other two to come over so she didn't have to shout.

"I think I can get this open. I just need a second ..." she said.

The cheetah got so close he was almost snuggling her. He nervously whispered back. "Do you hear anything on the other side?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. There are weird noises everywhere."

"Not sure either," Rio confirmed. "You're probably right. Let's just get out of here, as fast as we can."

Snow looked at the floor.

"If only she didn't ..." he started, but the lion just squeezed his shoulder.

"There was nothing we could do. I know it feels bad, but we just have to keep going, or we'll be ... well, I don't even know for sure."

Mahiri didn't have any tools with her aside from those she naturally carried with her at all times. One unsheathed claw was enough to press into that narrow slot and wiggle about a while. A real lock would have stood up to the crude attack but with enough effort she eventually managed to turn the handle and push it open. She should have stopped the moment the air on the other side hit her. Mahiri was too stunned by the wafting wave of rat musk that washed over her senses to alter her course. It was too late. Soon she was crouching there in front of the other two cats, and at least two dozen pairs of glowing rat eyes turned in her direction. The swarm had been fragrant enough, but they were just horny and chasing them down. This group was already in the middle of some wild, messy breeding. It was difficult for the survivors to even process what they were looking at with so many bodies writhing together in one sinful mass.

The indiscriminate depravity spared nobody and no hole. Males mounted each other. Females took cocks from every angle at once if they weren't big enough to seize control and pin their chosen breeder. That didn't stop others from crowding around them and humping them, or even fucking their face while they rode one of the males. From one body to another, almost every single sex-mad rat was connected in one massive chain. Somewhere in the middle of it there was someone who wasn't one of them. It was hard to even tell who he was beneath all the mess. The snow leopard was completely blanked out in rat cum, but that didn't stop them from savagely going at him, over and over, pounding, grinding, marking him down with that raunchy plague jizz until he had all but vanished beneath it. Swollen bellies swayed. Rivers of seed flowed thick and freely and clung to their bodies as much as it streamed down into the drains all around the room. The screaming laughter of lustful madness haunted the mesmerized felines. But it all ceased when one nose twitched, and then another, and another, and dozens of noxious gazes turned towards the intruders.

The chaotic orgy came grinding to a halt when the rats laid eyes upon the uninfected. Some of them pulled out of each other just to point their sex-soaked cocks towards the cats. Nobody moved for a few terrifying seconds while the rats stared them down. Somebody had to do something before they all got swarmed. Mahiri was far too startled to move. Snow remained trapped in his own terror. None of the cats made a sound until Rio's voice cut through the silence as he shoved them both out of the way.

"There's no time! Go, go! I'll handle them!"

The leopard finally moved again, staggering back and falling on her spotty ass when the lion pushed her behind him. He waded into the sea of rats right as they took the moment to make their screaming charge. They rammed into Rio while he held his arms out in the doorway to brace himself. That meant enduring the battering blow of those many swarming bodies crashing into at once. He couldn't keep them all back. One of them slipped between his legs, and another under one of his arms. They weren't the biggest members of the rat pack, but they still left the cheetah and leopard crying out as they got pounced. Those cackling rodents groped them, humped them, rubbed their plague-ridden cocks against their naked bodies. Snow's eyes strayed nervously to his bracelet while he struggled with the rat who'd jumped on his back. It was still blue. One drop, and that could have changed. The rat nibbled on his scruff as if trying to pacify him, but those gnawing teeth were anything but calming. The cheetah panicked and ended up elbowing that horny rat in the ribs right around the point he felt a dripping cock rub against one of his spotty asscheeks. That mindless creature wanted to mount him, and came ever so close to managing. Even just a few seconds of getting plague-fucked might have been enough.

"Get ... get away!" he squeaked as he fought, his voice coming out extra high in his nervousness.

Mahiri wasn't quite faring as well. In her fallen state, she was right down on her back with a rat on top of her, thrusting wildly. He wasn't exactly on target with his vicious humping, but he did manage to get his cock between her tits for a few quick thrusts. The leopard sealed her lips shut and didn't dare say a word while she got messily titfucked, lest she end up ingesting . Even once she shoved him away, she still wore a layer of juices on her breasts, all the way up to her throat. She was pretty sure none got into her mouth. Pretty sure. There was no beep from her bracelet. That probably meant she was okay. She kicked at the chest of that amorous plaguebearer and scrambled away with Snow, only to glance back at the lion as he went down to the floor fighting, utterly enveloped in sweaty, heavy-scent rat bodies. Even he couldn't overpower that many at once, especially when his attackers were fueled by pure lust. Mahiri gritted her teeth tight, but her stunned attacker was already recovering and coming back for another pounce. She had no choice but to leap to her feet and seize Snow by the arm to drag him along and make him flee.

"We have to go! He'll be okay! We'll find a way!" she shouted, knowing full well those words were mere platitudes.

The cheetah could only stammer wildly. "W-w-w ... we'll find you later! Just ... hold on!"

Snow was stiff at first, but eventually he relented. There simply was no saving the lion, not when he was completely swarmed. That was how Rio wanted it. In the distance they heard the first of beeps as the lion's indicator turned from blue to yellow to indicate he'd ingested the first damning taste of those fluids. The rats hadn't even penetrated him yet, but all the wild grinding and rubbing meant he was coated in those spurting juices. Some of them must have got in his mouth while he grunted and snarled his defiance to those infected attackers. A warm taste spread across his tongue in time. The flavour was ambrosia, but the effect was him shuddering, tensing up all over, his body going into overdrive trying to reject those contaminants through sheer willpower. Maybe he could make himself immune if he simply refused to be infected, no matter how much plague they gave him. The rats chittered and seemingly chanted while they fought with him, and eventually they proved stronger in numbers than he could manage even at his most desperate. At least the other cats had managed to make their escape up the hall. He'd given them a chance.

They managed to get his arms pinned by kneeling or sitting on them, three per limb, until they went a little numb from the weight. His legs were harder to deal with when he was kicking so much, but several of them seized hold and kept him helpless. From there it was just a matter of growling at them, but even a full display of his fangs wasn't enough to dissuade them. They were crowded all around them, but they parted ways for a leader of sorts. It wasn't the plague doctor herself, but rather another large, feminine figure with fur all sooty black. It was the same one from the video, though Rio hardly remembered that. The curvaceous rat swished her way to the front of the pack and planted her hands on her hips to leer at the prone lion. Even with her looming over him like that, Rio already caught the scent of her pheromones. They cut right through the cloud of more masculine rat musk all around him, yet remained sweet and fragrant. That juicy rat cunt dripped down the shiny black fur of the queen's thighs while she settled down on top of the lion like a blanket. Laying herself from head to toe across his naked body, she squished her curves to his muscles and rubbed her silky fur against his own. Just basking in her scent and touch was enough to get Rio's sheath stirring. It didn't matter how much he squirmed.

He couldn't even find it in himself to bite her when she loomed close and finally laid a kiss upon his lips. Her breath was warm and sweet. She tasted like sin. When she pushed her tongue into his mouth, there came another beep from his bracelet. He couldn't look over to see what it meant. She kept him occupied with that commanding makeout session. His tongue remained dormant while she licked the inside of his mouth and swapped saliva with him until he had no choice but to swallow some of it. Another beep. His condition was getting worse. Any moment and he was going to end up infected. The worst part was how good it felt. Something danced across his senses. Something tingled from neck to tail. And the more that dangerously contagious rat woman kissed him, the more he couldn't help filling out to full arousal beneath her sleek form. He loved her taste, her touch, and the way her spice overwhelmed him and drowned out the lusty musk of all the other helpful rats keeping him in place for his dose of plague.

She moved like a graceful black cat even in her rodent form. He almost felt like he knew her, but such thoughts swiftly left his mind when she pushed herself down on his cock. She didn't give him much warning. A lick, a suck, a smooch, it all served to distract him while she wriggled into place and schlicked down on his shaft before he could stop her. He felt the pressure, the warm lips giving way to the wetness within as he blissfully entered her. The horde wasn't any more gentle with him once she'd taken his whole cock. He couldn't do much to please her with them holding him down like that. All he could do was endure as he throbbed with that plagued pussy. The walls kneaded in around him with frightful strength, really working those inner muscles as she straightened up and slowly rocked her hips. Every moment he was inside her was a dangerous one. His eyes darted to his bracelet now and then. Still yellow. What did that mean, exactly? Was it already too late, or was there still a chance, if he powered through their infection attempts and simply refused to contract whatever strange virus fuelled their lust-madness? His willpower wavered as he watched that sultry rat dance upon his cock. She rolled and rocked and soon started bouncing, which made for such an eye-catching jiggle of her tits and belly alike. So soft. So smooth. So silky. And every drop of those hot juices soaking into Rio's dick was absolutely tainted.

"No, don't ..." he began, more to himself than to anyone.

A mess spread across the lion's abs as that black rat rode him hard. He felt a stream of fluids overflow down his hips. If he could have got his arms free, he might have reached up and seized her by the hips so he could rut into her harder. He didn't care. She felt far too good to resist. It was much more than just the velvety embrace of her tight walls around his every single bottomed-out inch. What started as some impressive growls fell to something more like a whimper while she mercilessly milked him with those tantalizing thrusts of her hips. A thump against his body saw a shockwave run through them both. That pleasantly plump rat body jiggled as she rutted herself down on his shaft. Eventually, he had his mouth wide open, teeth on display, but could hardly make a sound but for the occasional strained grunt as he struggled to even contend with the pleasure of a slick, hot, plague rat dick massage. She was going to steal his cum from him whether he was ready or not. Stamina didn't matter when she demanded his spunk, squeezing up tight with some climactic contractions to ensure his peak surged through his partially-infected body after a mere minute or two inside her pussy.

"Ah ... damn you ... I won't ..."

He didn't finish that sentence or that thought. Won't what? He wasn't even sure. All he could do was struggle and kick his legs uselessly in the grip of the horde while orgasm clenched up from his taint and into his pumping nuts. He lashed his tail, mrawled, but he couldn't so much as manage a roar. A buck of his hips and he gave that rat what she wanted. His cum rushed inside her so suddenly it sent him recoiling from the shock of pleasure that hit his nerves. He let out some distinctly un-leonine whimpers while she squeezed his cumming cock and greedily took every single drop he had to give. His bracelet gave another beep while he filled her with his spunk. He gritted his teeth to try to suppress those embarrassingly overwhelmed sounds while he waited to see if something might come over him. His whole body felt so very warm, and it wasn't just from the sheer heat given off by those many horny rats. There was a furnace within him, sweltering him from the inside while strange, crackling tingles crawled up and down his spine, mingling with the throbs of climax. Another beep. Then another. He waited, ears perked, body tense, and an occasional moan spilling out when he couldn't hold it back. The black rat drained him to the very last spurt and then just settled there atop him, sitting on his dick, waiting. She wore a grin that only grew wider when the happy little victory tune played.

Deedle de dee!

Rio felt his heart sink. He opened his half-lidded eyes and looked to his right to confirm what he already knew. There was that blinking green indicator shining back at him. It matched the colour of those eerily glowing eyes all around him. The heat within him just grew stronger while he squirmed and grunted at the sensation of his body already taking on some sort of change. A flex of muscles, sudden tug, a feeling of being stretched and altered - the plague had already taken root within him. There was plenty more work to be done, but he knew his fate was sealed. And those many cocks looming all around him, pulsing, throbbing, dripping to the point of spurting, those hardly looked satisfied. The rest of the horde snickered and shuddered, licking their chops or rubbing their shafts until one of them took the opportunity to speak in a shaky, crazed voice.

"Initiate!" he screamed

"Seed the new carrier!" another instructed.

The black rat smoothly pulled off his cock and moved aside, pussy dripping all the way. She smirked at the sight of Rio getting swarmed. He was still a lion, for the moment, but one swiftly immersed in rats to the point he wasn't sure which parts were his own anymore. They rubbed on him as one collective swarm, grinding along his chest, his thighs, frotting his wet dick, or plapping their nuts atop his face. Even when they released his arms he found himself losing the urge to struggle. Maybe he squirmed a little, but it was all very token. He could have fought them much harder while they scrambled for position and shoved him onto his face. And he definitely could have refused to suck the fat black rat cock shoved in his face. He hardly even hesitated. One rub of that plague-dripping shaft against his lips and he opened up to latch on and start sucking down those corrupting juices right from the tap. The virus already ran rampant through his body, but he wanted more. He wanted to taste it, to swallow it, to accelerate his transformation. Once the infection seized hold of his mind, his initial fears and dignity alike vanished in favour of being nothing more than a plagueslut.

One good suck of that musky cock and he simply had no choice but to dive down on it and swallow as much as he could take. Even his own gag reflex seemed halted by the plague within him. He gulped and glurked around that meaty dick while another eager rat mounted up on him from behind. That greedy, manic thrusting meant that horny creature just jabbed the lion in the rump a few times, but somehow he found his mark eventually. Even getting penetrated by a juice-slick cock wasn't enough to distract him from sucking down every single drip he could get from that plaguebearing dick in his mouth. Such was his sloppy enthusiasm, that rat didn't even manage to facefuck him. Instead, he fell on his ass and just let the lion keep sucking, occasionally grasping his mane to tug him down to the very base. That dick bulged in Rio's throat but he just kept working, guzzling down those juices just to feel that blissful tingle in his belly grow all the stronger. To say nothing of the clenching pleasure that came with having an over-eager member of the swarm fucking his ass in wild, driving thrusts. The horde cared little for proper lovemaking techniques, but that suited the ferociously horny lion just fine. Every single second the virus lived inside him fuelled his lust even further, pushing him over the edge and into drooling, mindless need after only a small dose. There was so much more to take.

He heard those juicy splurts of jizz before he even felt them. His body was almost numb to the overstimulation that came with that strange virus working through him. The one under his tail bottomed out with a sudden lunge and started filling him with hat plaguespunk. Rio could feel those fat nuts pumping up against his rump with those clenches of orgasm. Each one meant another shot of thick rat cum inside him. More came shortly after when his suckling efforts proved fruitful and he was rewarded with a spray of seed straight down his throat. Those sloppy gobbling noises that came with his guzzling might have been embarrassing if he wasn't so intently focused on getting that tainted cream down into his belly. He swallowed every single drop and barely even let the rat pull out of his mouth. Latching on with his lips, he sucked every drop he could get until the cackling rat finally pulled free to shoot a few ropes across his face. Even those he licked up, as much as his tongue could reach at least. That rat sighed with relief after getting his nuts drained, only to get shoved out of the way by two more who wanted his place. When they couldn't decide who got to get sucked off by the plague-broken big cat next, they just both stuffed their hot, sniffable cocks up against his lips and waited to see what he'd do. He was ready to impress the swarm before he joined them.

Taking two cocks in his mouth at once left him with his cheeks comically stuffed like he was imitating a chipmunk. He couldn't suck them both without drooling. A stream of saliva and spunk alike trickled down his chin while he bobbed up and down on the dicks of those two eager rodents. He had to use his textured tongue while it lasted. A slobbery double blowjob was one feat, but the two dicks prodding him in each of the asscheeks was a much more daunting task. He felt ready for it, for whatever reason. His body was no longer held back by its usual limits. That was what kept him sucking even while one smaller rat mounted over his back and another nestled in beneath him, snug between his thighs with dick pointed straight up at his target. They pushed and prodded and rubbed their oozing tips along his rim. The first rat got him ready for such a thing but when both of them penetrated him at once he still gave a yowl around the throat-stuffing meat between his lips. That was all. From there it was a matter of swiftly adjusting, of growing more flexible, more malleable to the urges of the swarm. The plague made him the perfect fucktoy, able to endure things he never would have been able to manage before his delicious infection. He still wanted more.

All he could do with two fat dicks balls-deep in his ass was slowly grind back against them. Those nuts plapped each other as much as they did his own, slapping up against his backside in alternating thrusts that eventually synced up with each other purely by accident. The driving force left him with his nose stuffed into the crotch of two sweaty rats, sucking down their musk while they fucked his throat and tugged his mane. Meanwhile, his body shook and convulsed with feverish chills rather than heat as the changes truly took him over. He couldn't; trace them exactly. It was like every single nerve was on fire at once, yet in such a wonderful way. Pure ecstasy flowed through him wherever that plague spread. He found his spine compressed by the furious spitroast thrusts plowing into him from both sides. Four dicks at once, and they all pounded him with nearly equal fury. His lust brimmed and overflowed. He spurted another load over the cold floor of that bare, clinical room. Fluids flowed freely and trickled towards the nearby drains to disappear. And it wasn't long with those drooling, soaking, gnashing rats rutting him numb that he felt the flow of cum inside him again.

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes!"

The chant blurred into cacophony, screamed from all directions while he got bloated full of contagious spunk. More plague to sustain his transformation. Another one came on his back. Then one into the fur of his mane. That at least got to remain relatively intact while he twisted and changed into something more fit to carry the virus within him. His tufted tail lost its every clump of fur and thickened into that swaying, naked thing that matched his attackers. His belly sloshed while his tawny fur grew darker, more earthy brown than proud golden yellow. He coughed around those cocks and choked up some spunk while his jaw reshaped into something more rattish. Those front teeth clacked together, ready to gnaw someone. He drooled, he groaned, he gasped, and when it was all done, he gave a pleased squeak. When he looked up from his convulsions, he found himself gazing up at the masked visage of the source of it all. The doctor returned his glowing stare and he swore he could tell she was smiling beneath the beak.

"You have proven a very promising specimen, Subject 331." She didn't use his name. It didn't matter anymore. "However, I desire further testing. I must see how deep the changes really go."

There came a slight commotion and Rio's rodent nose twitched at a familiar scent. What was left of one anyway. Ashala was drenched down to the skin in pure rat, leaving only the faintest trace of her former feline perfume. They had to carry her into the test chamber. She was a ragdoll in the arms of some of the strongest rats. Rivers of cum poured from her every hole. She drooled and wore a dumb smile. And she wasn't the only one, either. They also carried a soft, girly snow leopard boy who was very much in a similar state as the tigress. It seemed their group hadn't been the only one let loose throughout the facility. His bracelet flashed red too. Rio focused on the one he recognized. Or at least he felt drawn to her in some way. He wasn't fully sure why anymore. More than anything, he saw her as an outsider. Still a cat, still in need of a good transformation. Adrenaline surged through his body as he rose up to a low crouch, ready to charge and pounce her to spread his newly tainted seed. The doctor raised a hand to stop him.

"Now now. The time to spread the gift shall come soon. This specimen has proven disappointing. There is no sense trying to infect her further. If her body is to reject my gift, then we shall simply have to add her to the swarm in another way." Victoria tapped on the tip of her beak. "She is yours to consume however you wish. Feed the plague within you and you shall be among the finest of my carriers."

He slowly nodded his head without a word. Anything for his new plaguemistress. His body blazed not just with the urge to fuck and spread the virus within him, but to obey every word she spoke. As the source of the wonderful creation, he owed her his service and praise alike for showing him his true potential. Operating on a mix of desire and instinct, he lunged forth, briefly clamouring on all fours before rising up to seize hold of the dazed tigress. She didn't put up any sort of resistance. Her mind was broken and her body was nothing more than a rag for all that rat spunk that hadn't managed to infect her. If she was hopeless then she was just going to have to be put to better use. He pounced upon her and held her on the floor for a time while he considered exactly what he ought to do with her. The urge to taste the plague, to deepen his own contamination and corruption compelled him to start licking the layers of rat cum right from her fur.

In her delirious state, she hardly even noticed what was happening to her anymore. She dumbly rumbled while the former lion ravaged her with heavy slurps. From the inside of her thighs and up to the overflowing chalice of plaguespunk that was her pussy, he dragged his tongue along every inch of her he could get. Then he plunged inside. That was enough to briefly rouse her from her stupor, if not to clue her into the reality of the situation. He ate her out and swallowed that secondhand cream directly from her cunt, guzzling the combined mess of near a dozen different rats who'd all taken turns fucking her full of infectious cum. There was so much to swallow, so much to drink directly from her that he could have stayed down between her thighs forever. Instead, he pulled from her sopping sex and instead tasted his way up along her body. From her plague-swollen belly to her breasts, and then he met her lips in a dominant kiss that pushed her right down to the floor beneath him. He had her right where he wanted her, licking the inside of her mouth, sharing in the flavour she'd sucked and licked from so many different cocks. But there was still more he needed. His new body wouldn't be satisfied until he took even more from her.

The sudden rumble in his belly and the painful clench of indescribable hunger told him exactly what that should be. Not long ago he would have been ready to sacrifice himself just to protect her. In place of that instinct was the undeniable urge to devour her. Every last gulp. She didn't get so much of a warning before he lunged. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway. Buried deep in her mind, some semblance of survival instinct still remained as the maned rat wrapped her muzzle up in his jaws and nibbled his way down her neck to fully engulf her. She squirmed and vaguely pulled away, but he was far more powerful. There was nothing stopping her from getting swallowed whole by her former friend. If there was even any Rio left in there anymore. Maybe he was just the Subject now. A number among many. But a prized one. He gobbled and slathered her with saliva as he gathered her into his open maw, giving her the occasional firm squeeze with teeth and hands alike. He gnawed, he clawed, but most of all he drooled for her while he shoved her face towards the back of his throat. Even once he started gulping her down, her expression never changed.

Victoria meanwhile had plans of her own. She casually paced her way over to the snow leopard and took him from her loyal servants. The spotty cat didn't give her a hint of resistance when she pushed him to his knees before her. He was as eager as any of her infectees. A tug of those long, silver locks and he was nose deep in her nuts. A thorough sniff got him filled with that plaguemusk. It was enough to leave him temporarily shut down, with his eyes rolling back and his tongue flopping down. The only thing that roused him from such a state was the firm tug on his hair to direct his muzzle towards the tip of Victoria's plump, pulsing, plague-giving cock. He sniffed at the soaking tip and snorted a noseful of her prespunk, then gave a happy little shudder and purr. If she wanted him to, he probably would have worshipped her for hours, but she had other plans. The plague needed feeding. Her balls clenched and churned with something much like hunger, bouncing up and down with those spasms and flexes. They audibly sloshed already, and they were going to get a whole lot noisier soon. One good thrust of her hips and Victoria easily overcame the snep's entire muzzle, tucking it snugly into her cock. Once that flexing grip sealed around her prey, it just kept squeezing and tugging him inside with something akin to a gulp. It certainly sounded like one.

Such was the resulting chorus of sloppy slurps and ulps that came with the two rats feasting upon the cats. Those rejected specimens still made good fodder for their plague-hungry bodies. Rio felt something inside him unlike any appetite he'd ever experienced before. It was the sort of thing that might have driven him feral if he didn't immediately satisfy that need. Thankfully, the warm, drenched body of the well-fucked tigress suited him just fine. He squished her tits in the tight grip of his throat and worked down to her jizz-packed belly to knead along with lips and teeth. The pressure made a jet of her, hosing cum from her pussy to splatter the surrounding scene. By then, it was all but wall-to-wall with how many musky rats were crowded into that single chamber, but they still kept back to let the show commence uninterrupted. Rio was new to the swarm, but they respected the doctor as if she were their blighted queen. He gobbled and guzzled down those feline curves without so much as savouring a single stripe. Ashala was little more than rat food to him. He wanted her inside his gut more than anything.

Victoria wasn't nearly so ravenous about consuming her prey, but she was every bit as effective. She stood steady and straight while her cock did most of the work. Every throb and clench dragged the snow leopard deeper, with his drooly features outlined beneath the sleek black skin of the plague doctor's cock. Soon she dunked the kitty's face into her heavy nuts and left him drinking down that virus directly from the source. Nothing could have been more potent, yet the cat's body still remained unchanged. It didn't matter. A smooth, squirting slurp around his chest, then his girly hips allowed Victoria to grip the base of her dick and tip it upwards with a pair of legs and a fluffy tail sticking out of the tip. It made for an impressive stretch to swallow him whole like that, but she didn't so much as flinch. The plague permitted such excess stretches without any discomfort. There truly was so much potential in the body that normally remained untapped.

Without even intending to, Rio synced up nicely with his new mistress while he finished off his meal. He slathered up Ashala's thighs with thorough drags of his tongue while her legs descended into his bulging gullet and gut alike. What his new tongue lacked for tingly texture it made up for with sheer sloppiness. Victoria was right there with him, pumping that cute cat into her nuts until little more than his paws and tail remained outside her body. That snow leopard bathed in the warmth of her plague-churning balls while she stroked her spire. Rio reached up to rub at his throat a few times, just to appreciate the outline of his prey before he finished her off. From there, it was a rolling motion of his newly empowered rodent body to fully turn the tigress into his prey, into rat chow and little more. She splashed down into his rounded belly and got all curled up by the powerfully kneading walls before she was even fully settled in. Rio's infected body was viciously intent on digesting her as swiftly as possible. Though he was going to have to work hard to compete with Victoria's own pace. A glance to the plague doctor revealed her shiny sack already softening around the shape of the snow leopard's face as the very last of his fluff vanished down into the hungering tunnel that was the rat's cock. Victoria sighed when she finished her meal.

"Ahhh. And there we are." She patted her balls a few times, stroking a gloved hand across the visibly softening features of the pretty kitty she'd consumed. "What is it about you felines that you are so very satisfying to consume? I would like to think my mind is long past petty instinctual squabbles. Perhaps you are simply built to please the predators of the world? Your slinky, oh-so-elegant shapes always melt down the smoothest."

Rio couldn't argue with that. He gave a belch and licked his lips and teeth alike. Those nibbly chompers in front weren't nearly as sharp as his former feline fangs, but they felt strong. He just wanted to bite something, be it a person or an object. His stomach was far more potent than it used to be, too. Where that much food at once might have given him an upset tummy in as a cat, his rat gut churned and glorped and seared through the sex-drunk tiger in a matter of minutes. He knelt there with his belly resting on his thighs, and he could feel her adding to him with every single powerful slosh. He softened her body and claimed it for his own, rapidly bulking up while she diminished within him. She squirmed a little, and twitched after that, but it wasn't long before that lovely tigress was little more than a vaguely person-shaped lump within the swollen gut of a drooling rat. Rio licked his chops again to try to maintain some semblance of dignity, but it wasn't easy. His cock was hard. His mouth watered. Being a plague rat was so much better than anything he'd ever imagined. And it was only going to get better.

Victoria strolled as casually as a bottomless plague doctor with a sack full of cat possibly could. Her prey jostled and splashed about in the spunk he was becoming while she approached the former lion. That mane made for such a fine handle that she reached out to clutch it almost automatically. It wasn't quite so luxurious as it had been when he was still a big cat, more a scruffy tuft around his head than anything, but it was still perfect for gripping. Rio fell into the savouring and worship of that plaguegiving cock without a second's hesitation. He pressed his lips to the tip and enveloped it in his mouth to suck the juices from her shaft and help the churning of the snow leopard along the way. A firm inward flex of Victoria's nuts was enough to make her briefly huff through her mask. The snow leopard simmered and softened until those fat black nuts rounded out with the indiscriminate load of pure cream, fully snuffing out his existence in favour of another corrupted load of jizz. She lightly panted while her new subject slobbered his way down to the base of her cock, fully throating her every single inch, ready to accept the prey-fuelled load of contagious spunk directly from her balls. He thought he couldn't possibly get any more infected, but that remained to be seen.

"Ahh ... very good, 331!" she managed to cry out just as she bucked forth into his face and her cock gave an impressive bulging flex that showed up under the fur of Rio's throat.

Then there came the flood of cum, one so potent it poured from his mouth and nose on the very first shot. The sheer pressure that came with emptying that prey-cum down his gullet was enough to make a fountain out of him, spraying it in all directions when he couldn't chug fast enough. Most of it got down to his belly. It mingled with the softened remnants of what used to be Ashala, absorbing into the new rat's body. A load of cum and digested cat mixed into the perfectly potent fuel to help further enhance Rio's body while he drank directly from Victoria's dick. His muscles got bigger. His biceps bulged and his thighs rippled while his pecs swelled to support his extra heft. His belly was plenty taut when it shrunk down too, leaving behind no sign of his meal but for the extra pudge layered on top of his newly hardened abs. A thickly muscled plague rat with a fiery gleam in his toxic-green eyes and the hunger for the feline form was the perfect predator for the fugitive subjects. Victoria pulled from Rio's mouth and showered in him in the rest of his orgasm while she softly spoke her new orders.

"They are still out there somewhere. The cheetah, the leopard. I think you know what you must do. Bring them to me, if you are able. Otherwise ..." Victoria stopped to sigh as afterglow set in, rubbing her cock through the mane of her new servant. "Well. Progress always demands a little sacrifice."

Drooling, soaking, dripping, steaming with the musk of the plaguemistress, the queen of pestilence herself, Rio could do little more than nod. They wouldn't get far with Victoria's new favourite pet hunting them down. He was going to make sure of it.