Flexible Infection - To Safety
#3 of Flexible Infection
Heavy and rapid slaps of shoes on concrete were heard. A man was glimpsed a moment, passing by the narrow but short alleyway in front of the fence. He looked scared, the color drained from his already light skinned and sweat coated face. He was not alone. A red figure was right behind him, chasing. Though it stood on two legs, and ran much like a human would, it was clearly not. It had the head of a fox, and a long red tail, and its entire body seemed to glisten in the street light's glow.
Mike was watching all of this when a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him down behind a dumpster, "Man," came Chris' voice, "Stay down."
The man and his assailant had passed from view, but not from detection. The sounds of the man begging the creature to back away, of pain, and eventually there was quiet. Chris took Mike's arm and pulled him to his feet, to hurry deeper into the alleyway, but daring not to speak further.
They were on the college campus, emerging out onto it as they exited the alley.
"What do you think it was?" asked Mike.
"How would I know? Looked like some-one's pool toy decided to get revenge."
"What about that guy? Is he dead? What if that thing comes after us?"
"That's why you should shut up and move faster," snapped Chris, though he was clearly just as frightened as Mike was over the possibility.
Mike was going to say something, but suddenly his sweat pants were wet in the thighs. Sticky and warm, he flushed in embarrassment, but then began to groan and huff. Something was coming out of him, pushing at his additional gender and seeking freedom. His walking had abruptly halted, much to Chris' alarm.
"Aw come on man. We're almost there, no time for sight seeing, what's wrong?" He asked, looking over Mike as Mike panted for breath and adopted a squat like pose. A strange mixture of pain and alien delight kept Mike in place as a large lump formed in his sweats, then ran down one of his legs. Tumbling out of his pants, an egg, extra large.
The egg was brightly colored, just like the one Mike had seen earlier in the evening, though its patterns were subtly different. It was also oddly devoid of fluid despite Mike's legs and thighs being practically soaked.
"That felt... weird..." panted out Mike, looking down at what had just emerged from himself. "Is that an egg?"
Chris reached and snatched the thing off the ground with one hand, the other grabbing Mike and pulling at him, half dragging him across the grassy field, deeper into the college.
"Too much talk, not enough walk. I don't know what's wrong with you, man, but unless you've been hiding something from me, you're sick freak," said Chris as he pulled.
Chris' desire to flee was quickly proven to be well founded when a female shriek echoes across the campus from the right. Both of their heads turned in time to see an older woman being assaulted by what appeared to be a skunk. This wasn't your garden variety skunk, of course. It stood on two legs, it shone in the light, as if plastic, much like the fox had, and it was clearly female, unlike the male fox.
With a shove, the skunk sent the woman to the ground as she called out for help. Mike took a step forward but Chris shoved an arm in front of him, giving him a nasty glare. The beast turned around and raised her huge tail, spraying the crying woman down with a thick looking black fluid.. As the fluid flowed over the woman's thrashing body, the resistance began to fade, as did the shouting. Her form became younger, and shinier.
The two men resumed their retreat. Faster, quieter, no longer watching as the woman became beast, and two skunks rose to smile at one another with sinister intent and move out. One of them chose the direction of Chris and Mike, be it by fortune or providence, and began to run on thick rubbery legs in pursuit of prey. She leapt up onto a cement barrier and looked down, seeing Mike as he descended some stairs, scratching at his ass.
She bounced down to the sidewalk and hurried after them, her grand tail swaying with each step, and her rubber body making light squeaks. The noise is what alerted her prey. Mike glanced over his shoulder before cursing, almost tripping over his friend before both were bounding down stairs, almost leaping the rest in their hurry to flee the pursuing beast.
They dashed down a short narrow corridor towards a heavy looking door. The stenciled letters of 'BOMB SHELTER' laid in wait for them. Its thickness seemed more a menace than a promise of safety with the beast right behind them. The skunk slowed her approach, smirking at the two trapped males and raising its latex fingers to her heaving chest, teasingly rubbing over them as she approached.
Mike began to fumble with the handle of the door, but it seemed to be stuck, only making hallow metallic clangs with each jerk against it. Chris reached into a pocket and drew out a pistol.
"Holy shit, you have a gun?" asked Mike.
"Are you complaining?" retorted Chris as he leveled it at the busty beast.
The skunk raised her hands, seemingly in a surrendering stance, and slowly turned away from the two. Chris began to relax as Mike wrestled with the lever to the door. A moment too late, Chris realized his error. He squeezed the trigger of the pistol just as a solid glob of latex musk fired from the skunk's exposed rump.