Spread the Insanity
Spread the Insanity
by Neon Tetra
Important: This story contains mature themes and explicit adult descriptions. You should be 18 years or older before reading it.
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He didn't know of any particular point in time at which he had become self-aware. In reality, it had only been a matter of hours, but to him, it could have been eternity. Current science knows of no way a strain of bacteria, diffused throughout its host, could become a single sentient mind, but science alone would have no way of even detecting that it had happened. This worked to Haze's advantage, as he was becoming aware of his host, who remained oblivious to him. Haze began to think to himself.
Over the next few hours, he became increasingly aware of his host. Thoughts came to him, like, "The one who surrounds me is 'Charles.' " "So many thoughts!" "So much knowledge!" "I like Charles." "Charles is my friend."
***
Charles was a furre of the ferret variety. He was unaware of his infection, as it had no outward symptoms. It had been a hard week at work, and he was tired. He sat down on the sofa in his small highrise apartment and watched the television for a while. He relaxed, glad to not have a care in the world. Living alone wasn't so bad. It meant he could do what he wanted, put things where he wanted, and nobody would argue or fight with him. He felt generally contented.
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Haze's good feelings about Charles didn't last long, as he became aware that Charle's natural defenses were continuously trying to destroy him. He began to realize that Charles would think of him as a "disease."
"It would be best if Charles doesn't know about me. I'd better not try to communicate with him," thought Haze. "But what if Charles discovers me? What if he becomes immune to me? What if he finds a "cure?" Haze started to worry and fear for his life.
He started to become slightly paranoid, and obsessed on his self-preservation. He thought to himself, "I must spread." The insanity of his situation became clear--he was claustrophobic from being stuck inside Charles. But how to spread beyond Charles? "We must get close to another furre." He remembered several times that Charles had shaken hands with another furre during the course of the day, and yet Haze still remained trapped. There must be something closer. He searched Charles' thoughts and memories. "Yes, there is an instinct here. Intimacy. Reproduction. Love. We must do this, but how?" Since he could read Charles' thoughts, he wondered if Charles could read his.
"Charles, you feel lonely," thought Haze.
***
As Charles was watching TV quietly, he started to feel discontent. Thoughts of spending his time alone, without a close companion began to make him feel sad. Loneliness began to overcome his mind, while he absently surfed through the channels.
"I should get out of here and do something," he thought. "I wonder if there's somewhere I can go to meet somebody." The channel remote stopped at the local information channel as he noticed an advertisement for a local singles' bar. It wasn't far from his apartment. He quickly went to change his clothes and make himself presentable, and then left the apartment.
***
Charles walked up to the bar and ordered a "Sex on the Beach." This wasn't his favorite drink, but it sounded sexy, and he was starting to feel sexy, though he didn't know why. Haze thought this seemed like a good plan.
"Ah...there are many femmes here," thought Haze, as Charles surveyed the bar. "That's what you desire. You must have one. Look, now, that one is returning your eye contact."
Charles noticed one attractive femme who appeared to be sitting alone, and was definitely looking his way. She was a sexy ferret, wearing a very tight blue dress. The dress was open in places that showed just enough bare fur to draw a male's interest without giving too much away. He walked up to her and asked if he could sit in the empty seat next to her. She smiled and nodded, so he sat down.
Haze began to realize that the drink was having an effect on Charles. It dulled his senses and emotions, while making his mind even more pliable. This could be useful, especially since he couldn't control the femme without being inside her first. "Charles, make sure she consumes as much of this as possible," Haze thought.
"Would you like 'Sex on the Beach?'" Charles blurted. He smacked himself and restated, "I mean, may I buy you a drink?"
The femme answered, "Yes on both counts." She grinned at him teasingly.
Charles laughed, trying hard not to be unnerved. He ordered her one of the same drink he had. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Jamie," she answered. She was still smiling invitingly. "What's yours?"
"Charles," he replied.
They spent some time laughing and talking together, until it almost seemed like there were only the two of them in the whole bar. Thanks to Haze's constant prompting, he bought her several more drinks. Jamie might not have accepted this much generosity, but she lost track of time just as much as she lost track of the number of drinks due to the interesting conversation she was having with Charles. He seemed to take so much of an interest in her personally, not merely talking about himself like most male furres.
Charles--and Haze--learned that Jamie was an HR person for a local company, and that she lived alone in another apartment nearby. She had been through a hard breakup many weeks before, and was seeking companionship. She let it slip that she was using birth control--but maybe it wasn't an accidental slip. Charles felt absorbed by his interest in Jamie. He wanted her badly. Haze wanted her desperately.
***
Soon, it was closing time at the bar. "Well, we have to go. I wish we didn't have to part so soon."
"We don't have to," replied Jamie. "You could come over to my place."
Inside, Charles leaped for joy.
"Excellent!" thought Haze.
***
They got to Jamie's apartment. It was similar to Charles', but neatly organized and more elegantly decorated. She sat down on the sofa and invited him to sit next to her.
Once he was seated, Charles found himself looking into her eyes. His arm found its way around her, and he realized that she was drawing closer to him. "Yes! Do it!" thought Haze.
They kissed, gently at first. Soon, passion entered the kiss, and their tongues met. Charles's hands reached around Jamie, stroking her hair and caressing her, while Jamie held him tightly. Their tongues slid against each other, caressing each other in even more passionate and complex ways.
"I must try!" thought Haze. He did his best to transfer some of himself to Jamie through the connection between their mouths. It was no use. He might as well have been trying to escape from the gravity of the Sun. For this to work, they would have to go all the way.
***
"You want her to be naked," thought Haze.
Charle's hands began to work on Jamie's dress before he even realized what he was doing. She helped him, partly because she wanted this, and partly because she didn't want him to damage her dress by accident. She kept on her bra and panties, however.
"You too," thought Haze. "You want to be intimate."
Charles removed his own outer clothing, and stood with Jamie in a sensual embrace. His hands cupped around her buttocks. She reached playfully for his tail.
Haze realized something was causing them to hesitate. It seemed to be the location. Where was the appropriate place? Charles' thoughts were on the bedroom. "The bedroom," thought Haze, "Charles, take her there."
Charles started to edge Jamie toward the bedroom. She didn't seem to need much prompting at this point. They were soon on the bed. Charles tugged excitedly at Jamie's panties and removed them. She did the same with his briefs. He quickly began unhooking her bra, which she helped him to fully remove.
Jamie was a very fine looking femme. She had the most wonderful looking breasts. He couldn't resist touching them.
Jamie murred as Charles fondled her breasts. She reached around and felt his butt. Not athletic, but cute and firm nonetheless. She leaned in and kissed him again.
Charles was getting very excited at this femme. He never felt this much desire before. "You want to nail her now," Haze thought, using a crude euphemism he had discovered in Charles' memory. "Sex. Intercourse. Your penis in her vagina," came Haze's relentless thoughts, getting ever more specific as Charles' mind revealed more details.
Charles reached down and started caressing Jamie's warm crotch. He reached back and stroked her velvety tail. He teasingly brushed against her tail hole. His hand rubbed her increasingly warm outer lips, and she murred. The lips of her vulva became moist, and his fingers began to reach in.
Jamie responded by reaching down to Charles' crotch, caressing his scrotum, and working her way up to his sheath. By the time she had started to become noticeably moist, she had coaxed Charles' member to show its head. She rubbed it affectionately, encouraging the shaft to emerge and harden all the way.
Charles was reaching deep into Jamie's vagina, and rubbing the moisture against her clitoris. With the way Jamie was touching him now, he was sure it was about time for the next step.
"Now!" thought Haze.
Charles pushed Jamie onto her back, and lined the head of his shaft up with her vagina. He pushed his way in, and she pushed right back, until their hips slammed together, sinking him all the way into her warm depths.
He began his hip movement, pushing and pulling, thrusting over and over. Jamie countered his movements with her own, using her hands on his butt to help all the more.
Charles kissed Jamie on the lips, then on the breasts. He paused to lick and suck on each nipple as their hips continued to pound together. He looked down, watching his member come into view, then plunge into her. She kissed him, and squeezed his butt, feeling playfully for his tail hole.
Soon they had worked themselves into a frenzy of excitement. They thrusted against each other over and over, her feeling filled each time she impaled herself on him, him feeling her moist warmth each time he plunged into her.
Jamie was so excited by this interesting male that seemed so interested in her. She started to climax. She moaned, her body convulsed and her vaginal walls squeezed his shaft over and over.
This was more than enough to put Charles over the edge. He moaned loudly as his seed began to shoot into her.
"This is my chance!" thought Haze excitedly. Some of Haze went into Charles' semen and crossed into Jamie's body.
Jamie shook with pleasure as she felt Charles' seed filling her. She thrust and squeezed her hips to draw as much as possible from him.
Jamie's vaginal wall proved to be a very difficult barrier for Haze, but just enough of him managed to get through, and a colony was established in his new host. Haze felt pleased with his accomplishment.
Charles felt pleased with his accomplishment as well. He felt a wave of pleasure with each ejaculation. All too soon, however, the moment was over, and he was spent. He drew out from her and lay down next to her. They kissed a little more and embraced.
***
The next morning was a Saturday. Charles used Jamie's shower, and then put back on his clothes from the previous day. Jamie finished her shower and was dressed soon thereafer.
"Today we find another," Haze kept repeating in both their minds, "Today we find another."
Charles looked at Jamie. He liked her, he was attracted to her, but somehow the interest was gone. Unknown to him, Jamie was having the same thoughts.
"Well...I'll see you later," Charles began.
"OK," Jamie breathed.
"Um...let's call each other sometime," Charles said.
"Sure, that would be wonderful," said Jamie.
Charles left for his own home. Jamie closed the door and thought to herself, wondering where her feelings had gone. Hers had been the more genuine, but unknown to her, Haze was now affecting the way she felt. She started looking through the paper for a good event for meeting singles that evening. She soon found an interesting sounding party event and began to make plans.
***
That evening, Jamie arrived at the party, and there were quite a few eligible males. Surprisingly, even some of the femmes seemed to look good to her. "Take your pick, Jamie," thought Haze. "Which one will you have tonight?"
The same evening, Charles was at a new singles' bar, looking around at a new collection of attractive femmes...and others. Haze had formulated a new strategy by this time. Trying to get into the female's body had almost failed. Perhaps Charles could be steered to an alternative.
"Look, Charles. That male is looking at you in an inviting fashion," thought Haze, "He's good looking, don't you think? You find him sexy, don't you?"
Charles blinked at the male ferret. Nothing seemed unusual about him, but he was definitely returning Charles' gaze with interest. Charles couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. He knew he wasn't gay--he had never felt this way before, but now the desire seemed overwhelming. He walked over the the furre and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Charles."
"My name's Sam, but they call me Sledge," the furre answered back.
"Well, Sledge, can I buy you a drink?" Charles asked.
"That would be great," Sledge responded.
"This is perfect," thought Haze.
***END***