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It took me three days to get everything at home ready; clothing took me the longest. I looted the five other nearby homes for anything that would be useful that was also portable. I made notes on what I might need later as well. Propane tanks, jerry cans of gas, first aid kits, canned goods, and so on. After that I spent the next week doing the same thing in a larger area, all without encountering living people, in dad's hummer.

However when I got to the nearby town of Glendale on U.S. route 89 that changed. I found a place to stash the hummer and climbed the tallest tree, on the top of a nearby hill, I could. Watching the town through half a pair of binoculars, scope style, I spotted twenty-one individuals moving about. Most of them looked to be younger than I was with no more than a handful older than my twelve years.

Being the first people I had seen since I had changed so dramatically, I observed them closely for two days. Most had changed as I had, with the exception of a single boy I saw they were all part animal. I saw cats, dogs, horses, a number different types of rodent, and a bear. Clothing seemed to be optional, with the younger ones almost all being naked. But even a teen, or so I judged by his size, was going naked. On the other hand the bear's thick fur was doing a lot to conceal his maleness. Still seeing naked boys for the first time was a bit distracting. Given how much my own clothing rubbed my fur wrong though I supposed it made a sort of sense.

Clearly the older people of the group were the ones in charge and, they were clearly making some effort to maintain some form of order. The building they all seemed to be holed up in had electricity where the rest of the town did not. I spotted one of the older boys taking a big jerry can of gas around back and suspected that must be where the generator was. Outside of most everyone playing, the only activity I saw them engaged in was small scale looting of food and gas.

Thinking back on the times dad and I had passed through I couldn't remember there being anything other than Terry's Food and Drug, and the Glendale County Store for groceries in this little town. So food supplies would have to be limited. Did they have a plan? It would be something to ask perhaps.

I also noted that there wasn't any weapons in evidence except on the two oldest. The bear had a shotgun and a goat guy had a big hand gun. The bear carried the shotgun like he didn't really know what to do with it, but the goat wore the pistol with a comfortable ease. He also pulled out a big folding knife out of a pocket at one point to cut open some packaging.

I concluded, after watching for those two days, that the goat was the overall leader. He wore nothing but some cut off jeans and the pistol on a belt. He demonstrated at one point though that he wasn't shy as he pissed on the side of a building, with several others where they could see, well away from where everyone hung out though.

On the third day I decided to approach the place. I brought with me a glock pistol in a shoulder holster as my only weapon. I had a back pack loaded with beef jerky and dried fruit as well as a canteen. I was dressed in a short skirt and a tank top, sans underclothes. I didn't have enough chest to feel a need for a bra and had yet to figure out how to craft panties that didn't chaff my tail.

I circled around and walked into town from the north with the hummer hidden to the south. It was early evening before I walked up to the building they had been staying in. The sign said Smiths Bed and Breakfast, and it looked like they were using the restaurant area as their main meeting place. I hailed the bear who seemed to being doing guard duty, "Hi! My names Jess. Could I stay the night?"

The bear looked surprised at seeing me, maybe because I was a stranger but grunted a reply of, "Maybe. Let me ask Carlos." Keeping an eye on me, he turned his head and hollered into the room behind him, "Hey Carlos, some horse chick wants to know if she can stay the night." This close his fur did less to hide his sheath and I tried not to stare, even though I was really wondering what his cock looked like.

In less than a minute Carlos came into view and I saw it was the goat guy. Carlos was wearing some loose fitting pants so low they didn't interfere with his short stubby tail, he was not however wearing boxers and looked a lot like a gangster. He looked me up and down and said pleasantly his upper lip flexing out in a manner like a happy horse, "Always room for one more chick. Got any food?"

I flexed my upper lip in return, the closest I could come to a grin and hefted my pack off my shoulder, "I've got beef jerky, dried apples, and peaches. Oh and a box of saltines. I could part with some for a place to crash for the night."

Carlos chuckled, "Sounds like a plan, dinners already being served. Only thing is your gun needs to be left with Juan here."

I didn't like the idea and my ears turned back some but I reached to unstrap the holster, "I'll get it back when I leave right?"

"Of course, I'm Carlos and this is Juan. The dog chick serving dinner is Stephanie. What's your name?" he asked me affably.

"Oh my name is Jess," and I offered him my hand to shake after giving Juan my pistol. His upper lip flexed in a smile on his goat face and he shook my hand as I asked, "Can you tell me whats been going on? I had to walk down from my dad's cabin. I heard something about a plague but no details."

We walked inside as he answered, "Oh man, plague seems like such a poor way to describe it!" he exclaimed to me. "You know, it started about three months ago I guess people all over the world started falling ill. A lot of em died, seems that the older you are the less chance of surviving it. But the ones who didn't die," he paused then went on, "Well as you might have guessed; almost all of them are like us, changed into a beast person some how. A lot of the religious types claimed it was the second coming and stuff." We got bowls on fast food trays and moved over to the serving area as he explained it.

"Did they set up anything like an effective quarantine?", I asked as I got a bowl of what looked to be chicken and dumplings served to me by Stephanie. She wasn't what one could call exotic or pretty; she looked like a tan colored great dane, maybe fourteen or so. She was wearing a pink terry cloth bathrobe that wasn't tied so I could see that under her breasts she had more nipples tracking down her belly but just the two breasts. Between her legs I caught a flash of a modest slit.

"Not that I heard of, but power outages started about two months ago. After the first week the power stayed out. I've heard it's because there wasn't anyone left who knew how to run the power plants. Word is they had to really scramble to do controlled shutdowns on the nuclear power plants. Last news we got off a radio said that no more than one in a hundred thousand people past their teens survived catching the plague. The only good thing to come from it all is that the governments no longer playing big brother to everyone and everything," he finished happily.

I wondered how good he would think that was when the food ran out and winter set in. But instead of asking about those things directly, I asked, "So how you doing for food?"

Carlos and I sat down in what must have been the dining area for the place. All the tables and benches had been removed and couches put in there place. At one end of the room was a huge flat screen TV connected to a number of different console game systems and a Blue Ray player. The younger kids were all sitting on the floor in a clear area in front of the TV eating their dinners. My count of them was fifteen, all below the age of ten at a guess. All but one was mutated and naked; the human looking one was a boy, of maybe seven or eight, wearing a sweat shirt that was a couple of sizes too big for him. I new it was the only thing he had on for he was sitting on the floor indian style facing my general direction. None of the younger kids seemed too upset of self conscious of the lack of clothing.

I was however oddly aware of how male Carlos was, and how close he was sitting to me. His closeness was oddly arousing and I could feel my nipples stiffening under my tank top becoming more sensitive even as I grew a bit damp between the legs. Had I been still human I would have blushed; maybe no one would be able to smell my arousel.

Carlos answered in a carefree way, "Oh we have enough for now. Where you headed?"

"Oh I'm thinking of going up to Salt Lake city. I might have family still alive up there," I lied. After that we discussed families and how many loved ones we had lost. Carlos offered beer to drink and after a while I was pleasantly tipsy, a good distraction from such a depressing subject.

As we talked the younger kids went to sleep in blankets, their beds nest like, on the far side of the room. A mule boy, of maybe ten or eleven, joined Stephanie on one of the couches after coming out of the kitchen and we started watching movies. Juan and a raccoon who looked maybe in his mid teens also joined us while we were watching the first Terminator movie.

As the movie got towards the end, I found Carlos sitting closer to me. He started to stroke one of my thighs slowly when the movie got to the part with Reece and Sara making love I became so turned on that I could feel my clit performing that winking action that it did sometimes. I was so wet now that I could feel a little dampness leaking from my pussy forming a wet spot on my skirt. Carlos's hand was still rubbing my thigh but now was going as high up as my buttocks on the outside. On some level I knew that my skirt had to be pushed up indecently for his bare hand to be rubbing my bare buttock like that but I couldn't find it in me to care just now.

A moan from over where the mule boy and Stephanie were sitting got me to take my eyes off the action on the screen and I saw that the mule, with dark brown and white coat, was now very erect, as the great dane stroked his cock. He was the first male I had seen erect outside of Dancer and I watched avidly leaning forward even, to get a better look. When I did, I felt a tug at my skirt but thought nothing of it. The mule was sitting in Stephanie's lap and was leaned back into her his eyes closed as she stroked his erection slowly. Carlos lifted me up and put me in his lap, I could feel skin to skin contact, and I shivered in arousel not thinking about the lack of clothing it implied on both our parts. Shaped much like Dancer, but sized like a human; I could readily imagine his cock sliding into my wet pussy.

So much so that when Carlos ran his hand down my belly and fingered my exposed pussy I didn't realize at first that it wasn't my imagination. I did groan softly though, the walls of my pussy gripped his finger eagerly. Tip of the mule's cock swelled just as a stallions would and I saw his balls, startling pink against his dark brown thighs, tighten. A moment later he squealed his back arching as he clearly orgasmed though he only spurted a some clear stuff onto his belly.

I found I was breathing fast and near orgasm myself having seen the mule boy cum. It took a moment to noticed that I was rubbing my wet slit along Carlos's dark red erection. Long and skinny it had a bit of knob at the end; without thinking I rose up and impaled myself on him. My loud moan of ecstasy, tinged with a little discomfort, had everyone's eyes turning to me. Even as I took Carlos all the way to the hilt I became aware that I had a boy, well a man's, dick deep in my pussy where everyone could and in fact were seeing as I popped my cherry. I felt little pain in that first thrust and might have been astonished, if not for the fact that my forebrain and hindbrain argued for moment about doing this in front of everyone, before lust had me moving on his cock for everyone to see.

I was slidinf up and down on his shaft reveling in the feel of him inside of me. His hands slid around and up and under my tank top to massage my tits roughly as the sound of our bodies slapping together echoed though the room. I came to orgasm fast and hard. My squeal of pleasure was loud, and now with the juices of my orgasm added in our bodies met with squelching sounds. The tightening of my pussy around his cock from my orgasm seemed to push Carlos over the edge and he grunted, "Oh fuck I'm cumming!" His hips bucked up to meet mine and I could feel his cock flex as he spurted his seed inside of me.

He pulled put a moment later, leaving me to feel empty and hollow. I wanted more! But he pushed me away when I tried to mount him again. Carlos laughed and said, "I need time to recover my tight little filly. But it looks like Juan over there might like it if ya used his tool."

Looking over, in a haze of alcohol and hormones, I saw the bear and saw that he too was erect, the tip of his cock glistening with precum. The bear grinned, as I walked over, and lay back on the couch; his legs spread a little in anticipation. I didn't disappoint him, when I got to him I climbed over him and impaled myself on his cock, taking the long length with its broad head into me easily after having ridden Carlos. Juan was bigger than Carlos by a noticeable amount forcing me to become accustomed for a moment to his bigger cock.

Juan and I both groaned as my pussy slid up and down his cock, not seeming to mind the sloppy seconds. He reached up and tugged me down until I was laying flat on his chest. He bucked his hips at me even as I moved on him. There was no rhythm, however practiced he might have been, for I was new to this. As we started to find rhythm I felt my tail gripped and pulled to the side exposing Juan's cock moving in my pussy for everyone and my ass as well.

Looking back I saw the raccoon behind me, his skinny cock coated in something shiny. I felt his hand under my tail a finger rubbing something onto my asshole. My eyes widened as I started to protest what I suddenly realized was coming, but before I got anything out he sank his long narrow rod into my ass in one smooth motion helped by Juan's big hands driving me down on his cock at the same time. I squealed as much in pleasure as in pain from the double penetration.

Sandwiched between the two of them my legs kicked feebly for a moment as I adjusted to the feeling. As much as I wanted Juan in my pussy I wasn't to sure about the raccoon who's name I didn't even know plowing my ass. But I couldn't focus enough past the rising pleasure to say anything at first. Then as I adjusted more fully to the cock in my ass, and while not nearly as pleasant as a cock in my pussy I could feel pleasure in it. The raccoon's cock had a bend in it and his tip was pressing down onto Juan's cock with only a few layers of flesh separating them and the feeling was amazing.

All three of us were making incoherent noises of pleasure as the two males pounded into me with frenzied thrusts. I squealed, my back arching and my pussy and anus tightening on the two cocks moving inside of me, my body rocked by the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt the raccoon tense a few thrusts after that and he pulled out and I felt warm cum spurt across my back. Juan kept thrusting for long moments into me before he gave a grunt of, "Fuck!" and I felt his cock pulsing as he added his cum to Carlos' inside of me.

I rested on Juan for a moment before getting up looking for another available cock. I saw the mule boy was erect again and moved over to him and ran a hand down his belly to his erection. Pushing him down onto the floor I took his cock into me; my pussy so slick from all the sex that I barely felt any resistance as he slid in. I was disappointed because he felt so small inside of me, but I rode his cock anyways. I was almost painful sensitive now but the need to have a cock in me still burned with in me. Carlos came over also hard and ready and pushed his cock at my mouth. He stifled my moaning as he pressed his cock into my mouth.

He ordered me to Suck it! The young mule's glands started to swell as I sucked eagerly on Carlos' cock. I didn't really know what to do but Carlos seemed pleased enough as I sucked at it like a big straw with enthusiasm. I could taste myself on Carlos's dick, a strong almost bitter taste and his precum was salty and just a tad bitter, but he produced lots of it. I drank it down as if it were the nectar of the gods and without shame. I felt the mule boy's glands swell large and bucked and gyrated on him desperately the feeling of his engorged glands moving inside of me better than anything else I had felt that night. All to soon he bucked against me with a braying cry of release he added his mess to the mix in my pussy. I continued to drive up and down on his still rigged cock but he began to make pained noises and managed to squirm in such a way as to get his cock out of my pussy no longer willing to fill my aching need.

Letting Carlos's cock slip from my mouth I turned and offered my self, on hands and knees, to him. My tail was lifted and my well used and dripping rump was offered to him. He chuckled and pressed his cock into my pussy and I squealed in delight. As he fucked me things went from blurry and fuzzy at some point to black. I could only remember later that I fucked Carlos, Juan, and the raccoon many times but not how many.

*****

I woke up slowly, my head pounding and both holes between my legs aching. I had to work at it at first to remember the night before. I had dinner with Carlos and we talked about family. There had been a movie. Terminator I remembered after a moments thought. Then Stephanie had given a hand job to the mule boy. Then I had fucked every willing male in the room repeatedly. With a bunch of kids much younger watching after a while if I recalled right.

Holy crap! I wasn't sure if I was embarrassed or pleased as I had never thought about having sex with people watching. Or for that mater screwing so many boys in such a short time. But thinking about it, it had been a hell of a lot of fun. It just bothered me I think because I went so far so fast. From virgin to slut in one night seemed wrong somehow. But if that was what it was like to be a slut, everyone else's opinion be dammed, sign me up!

I sat upright and almost puked on the spot as my stomach and my head protested in the strongest terms at the simple movement. I was still naked and laying in the middle of the floor. By the light from the windows, it was some time in the early afternoon and I was alone in the room just now. My face, tits, crotch, lower belly, tail, ass and, thighs were matted with mostly dried cum. I would have blushed if I could have for my pussy gaped open just a little even all this time later. Then it dawned on me that if it had been that long since I had last been fucked I wouldn't be sticky and damp between the thighs still. Had someone fucked me while I was still out?

It wasn't until that I moved my legs to stand up that I noticed that about my left ankle was chain. I blinked in confusion and muttered, "WTF?" I reached down and checked; and yes the chain was defiantly locked around my leg, between ankle and hoof. I pulled on the chain and found that it ran to metal support post for the ceiling and I was chained about the post securely.

"Okay, seriously this isn't funny," I called out in a loud voice and winced. Ouch. My head throbbed and I rubbed at it. Just how much had I had to drink last night? I remembered beer but not how much I had drunk. Although I suddenly realized I needed to pee so bad I was about to cross my legs, so maybe the answer was a lot of beer. Or looking about and seeing an empty bottle of Jim Beam it hadn't just been beer.

I stood up and considered how to get out of this situation. I gave the chain a yank for all I was worth and all I got for it was a creaking noise from some where in the ceiling and a sudden need to find a toilet or sink. Not able to get to either, I did manage to puke into a waste basket. I felt a little better for that but still had to pee something fierce, it was all I could do to hold it.

Carlos walked in right then, looking as happy as a goat could. "What the fuck Carlos? Unlock me!" I demand with great tact and diplomacy. Clearly hangovers did nothing good for my people skills.

Carlos shook his head, "Now, now that'd no way to address your master. Your to good to pass up, so eager to fuck everyone's brains out. Though Stephanie seems to think you were like that because you were in heat and not for other reasons. It's tedious having to break new girls in all the time. Anyways you never know when a spare body could come in handy."

I blinked at him stupified for a moment. "Carlos what the fuck have you been sniffing? You can't be so stupid as to think I'm going to be your slave. That's the kind of thing they have happen in bad movies, not in real life!"

Carlos stepped forward and back handed me. I blinked for a moment in total shock. He had hit me! Shock however was short lived as I realized he wasn't playing some kind of bad joke. My adrenaline levels suddenly skyrocketed and I could feel my heart begin to pound as shock turned to rage. His backhand hit might have slowed most people down but from the age of four I had been trained in all kinds of self defense tricks. I had taken far worse hits in training, the blow had been weak and showed a lack of skill that I would be happy to exploit.

The headache and the ache in my privates faded as adrenaline surged though me and I stepped forward suddenly catching Carlos off guard. My knee slammed up into Carlos's crotch like a sludge hammer. As he doubled over with a bleating whoop of pain, anything like a smile vanishing off his muzzle, as I grabbed his short horns and slammed his face into the support column, pivoting on my chained hoof and twisting to put all the power of my body into it. Carlos' muzzle hit the column with a sickening crunch; bone gave, blood spurted, and teeth flew.

I dropped Carlos at that point, figuring he was well and truly done for now, but the dumb shit reached for his big handgun. I stomped on his hand with one hoof putting all my weight behind and then I snatched the pistol out of his holster. Carlos bucked and a burbling scream came out of the ruin of his muzzle but he still reached for his knife in the pocket. I was amazed both at his stupidity at trying for another weapon and his pain tolerance. Everything I had been taught suggested that Carlos here should be out like a light or crying for his mommy. Ah well I thought, as I kicked him in the gut with everything I had, he will learn to stay down or pass out sooner or later.

Carlos gave a wheezing gasp as his breath was driven out of him as he lifted off the floor and bounced off the pole to land back at my feet. I stepped back and Carlos rolled onto his side trying to get his breath back. I leaned in and began patting his pockets down a little shocked at how hard I had managed to kick him. I almost missed Juan coming in though a door with the shotgun leveled; I was so distracted.

I dived away as Juan fired off a round, the sound deafening in the room. I brought Carlos's pistol up and snapped two shots off with out even thinking about it. The first one went low and hit the bear in the lower belly, the second one went very high due to recoil and hit him in the shoulder. Carlos's pistol was a fucking hand cannon from hell bucking in my hand like I was a novice. It seemed to be loaded with hollow points, or at least that was my guess on why the splash of blood that hit the wall from the shoulder shot was so big; it looked like something out of a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Juan's eyes got big and he looked confused as he looked down to see blood pouring from his gut. He dropped the shotgun and put his hands to his belly as he dropped to one knee. He wavered for a moment and the fell still looking as if he didn't understand what had happened to him.

The raccoon came charging though the front door and skidded to a stop. He reached for what I saw was my gun in my shoulder holster that he was wearing. I leveled Carlos's hand cannon at him and said with complete sincerity, "Go ahead asshole, I can put two in you before you get it clear of the holster."

Dad had always said that video games made people stupid and as the raccoon tried to get the pistol clear I was inclined to agree with him. I double tapped the racoon with no greater accuracy than I had with Juan, except that my high shot splashed the raccoon's brains out into the street in an explosion of gore. As the raccoon fell I said, "Definitely hollow points. Carlos you sure believe in massive over kill."

Turning back to him though I saw Carlos was beyond caring. Juan's first shot may have missed me but he had hit Carlos in the chest and from the size of the hole I don't think it had been birdshot. I checked just to be sure but Carlos was definitely dead.

I spent a moment to retrieve his holster for the pistol I had picked up, and looked for his reloads. He had all of eight rounds for the thing. Examining the gun I saw that it was a big frame revolver with S&W stamped in the side. No wonder the thing had made my wrists hurt when I fired it. Not to mention the horrible recoil. I hoped no one had been hit as the bullets punched all kinds of holes in everything, the gun had a reputation for over penetration.

I made a quick search and found the torn remnants of my tank top first. It wasn't good for more than rags now. Next I found my skirt but it was soaked in Carlos' blood. It some took time but I found a sleep shirt that fell down far enough to keep me decent, although thinking about it I wasn't sure why I was bothering around here. It wasn't like I hadn't been screwed by every willing male here in front of literally everyone. I dragged the raccoon in by his heels and got my shoulder holster and pistol back. It was soaked in his blood on some of the straps but I was unwilling to do without my glock. Further searching found my backpack though most of the food was gone. I also found a suitcase full of bags of white powder, cocaine at a guess as well as a few other things bottles labeled with an E on the cap. So maybe last night had been helped along with drugs.

I made a quick stop in the bathroom and sighed in relief as I emptied my bladder although it felt like it took forever. Feeling much better physically I left carefully by the back door and retraced the route I had come into town by. No one showed themselves and for that I was rather grateful. I hoped Stephanie could handle the kids even if I wasn't sure how I felt about her part in whatever it may have been and what had happened.

I knew that Juan's confused expression as he died would hunt me for a long time to come and so would the raccoon's brains exploding out of the back of his head. Thinking back over what had happened I'm not sure what if anything I should have done differently during the shoot out. But in retrospect I should not have been so trusting and spent much time with them till I had known them better. Maybe I could have avoided the whole mess if I had.