Flexible Infection - Reunion
#4 of Flexible Infection
The beast crumpled to the ground, oozing latex like sludge from its head wound and going motionless. Mike jerked his hand away from the door just in time to avoid being hit with flying spray, but Chris was not so fortunate. He shook his hands, trying to get the odd smelling goop off of his hands, but it refused to come clean. The black sludge flowed up to his wrists, becoming uniform and all coating as it made his fingers long with pointed claws at the end, a mix of human hand and latex skunk paw.
Chris stuffed his gun away, "It's dead, get that door open already."
"I know you've got this 'I know what I am doing' thing going on, but your hands?" asks Mike, pointing at the latex covered digits.
"This coming from egg man?" Chris asks, reaching for the partially goop covered handle and giving it a few jerks, drawing nothing. He sighed, then banged on the door with his altered hand, "Hey, anyone in there?"
The sound of steel sliding against steel surprised both as the door unlocked, then slowly pushed outwards. A female face peered out from the room beyond.
"Mike!" Cindy leapt out and embraced the man tightly, "I was so worried, and you got Chris here too? My little stud muffin is so brave and smart." she cooed in adoration.
Chris was blushing and squirming in Cindy's arms. When did she smell so nice? Her hand crept down towards his buttocks as he began to speak.
"I can't take all the credit, or even most of it. Chris saved me, a few times by my count," he fessed, glancing towards Chris.
Chris was holding his hands behind his back, shaking his head, "We should head inside and get the door locked back up before more show up."
Cindy's hand reached Mike's backside, and she looked confused. Leaning over his shoulder, she peered down, "Mike, love. I know you like experimenting, but is this the time to be wearing a tail?"
All eyes went to Mike's ass, from which an upturned and large rabbit tail rested, soft grey along the outside, bright white along the underside. It twitched once, and Mike started screaming. Chris suddenly shoved forward, sending the couple tumbling back into the shelter. Wasting no time, he began closing the door and locking it from within, sliding the thick metal bar into place.
"Get him quiet, we don't need attention," hissed Chris as he began inspecting the shelter. A small sign announced the capacity of the place at twenty nine people, though that seemed like it would be a tight fit. There were dangling lights overhead that dispelled most of the shadow with cones of yellowish light.
Cindy pet and cooed to Mike, guiding him to a metal chair and having him sit before perching in his lap, straddling him, "Now tell me what happened," she insisted, resting her hands on his shoulders.
Mike began relating the story of the evening, but she interrupted him at mention of the egg.
"I didn't bring an egg over."
"You didn't? Who did?" he asked, confused, squirming under his girlfriend. He was becoming very hard, harder than he could ever remember being, and that feeling of needing to go to the bathroom was coming back too.
She lifted her shoulders, "Wasn't me. Wanna bet it has to do with everything else, and that tail?" she reaches behind him, gently petting the new limb, "You're still my studmuffin," she cooed, making kissey sounds. How could she be so happy at a time like this? Well, at least she wouldn't mind him being part rabbit.
"If you're not... upset about it?" ventured Mike, "I guess I can live with being whatever, if it means we're still together."
The two leaned together and began to kiss fiercely, hands wandering over one another's body. While this was happening, Chris was still exploring the shelter, taking stock of the food supplies(none), and air supply(plenty). He noticed the two going at it and left them to their business, instead focusing on a television he found mounted on a wall.
Click. The television did not respond. Chris muttered under his breath as he began to inspect it, to find that its power cord was dangling uselessly. He grabbed the end and stuffed it in the power socket close by. The television was heard before it was seen, being one of the old CRT models that needed some time to warm up.
"-To this, it is important that you remain indoors. Lock any and all exits to the outside and wait for assistance. If you see a contaminated individual, it is critical that you DO NOT make contact with them. The disease is extremely infectious and one hundred percent fatal."
The screen began to show a picture. Chris raised a brow. It wasn't a station he was familiar with. What was that logo?
"Hey, Mike, isn't that, uh, Zephyr? Yea, Zephyr. They make cosmetics or something don't they? Why are they doing the emergency broadcast," Chris looked towards Mike to see that the two had collapsed to the ground, stripping clothes off each other as quickly as they could manage. "... Never mind."
Cindy yanked off Mike's wet sweatpants and tossed them aside, then gasped at what she saw.
"Honey bun.." she said softly, reaching to run her fingers through the soft fur she found. Mike moaned and thrust his hips up as best he could. His cock was twitching over his belly, in Cindy's hands as she explored him. It had swollen, previously a modest six inches, now twice as long, and doubled in girth as well. Snugly hugging its base was a white furred ring of flesh, leading towards huge furry balls, also white in shade. She reached downwards, weighing the balls as she looked over her afflicted boyfriend.
"Am I that hideous?" asked Mike through clenched teeth. Her hands felt great on his sensitive loins. A large part of him wanted to dispense with the foreplay and tackle her to the ground right then. His cock twitched, spraying a thick load of pearly fluid at the thought. Not an orgasm, just pre fluids, he felt quite ready for so much more.
"N.no... You're fine..." said Cindy quietly. She had been a furry for many years, and now her boyfriend was becoming one. It was a strange fantasy come to life, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, considering he seemed alarmed by the changes. She curled her fingers around his swollen member, giving a slow pull, "You'll always be my number one ," she coos, leaning over him. The fur had spread from his new vagina over his cock and balls, and were slowly inching out over his hips. If she waited, she would have a rabbit for a boyfriend, or girlfriend? She frowned in consideration of it.
"What's wrong?" asked Mike, placing his hands on her hips, rubbing softly at her as he tried to think of something besides raping her. Her hands felt so nice on his dick. His toes curled suddenly as the sensation of emergence overwhelmed him. With groans and gritting of teeth, a new egg pushed through his furry lips. Cindy quickly reached down, catching the egg as it popped free.
"It's a boy!" she said in joking terms, "Are you ok? Did that hurt?" she asks.
"Mm, no, it's more weird than painful. Almost good if you try to forget that you didn't have that part this morning, or that you're now laying eggs," explains Mike.
Chris approached the two, "Hey, good news," he says in a sarcastic tone, "We got some crazy disease that's one hundred percent fatal, or so says the television."
Both looked up at him in shock.
Cindy frowned, "Who said that? He doesn't LOOK like he's dying." she says waving at Mike. "And neither of us are sick."
Chris drew out a hand from a pocket. The line where the latex stopped and skin ended had shifted several inches up along the arm.
"Maybe not you, but I doubt that will last with the way you two are going at it," says Chris, "But you're right. I don't feel like I'm dying, just changing."