Flexible Infection - Trouble
#8 of Flexible Infection
Mike and Cindy had fallen into one another's arms. Though they tried to focus on their human selves, the rabbits they had become were so very insistent. Mike had blossomed out into female curves, with large breasts, wide hips, and a soft tone of voice. Cindy, to be contrary, was now male, with a strong chiseled physique under the fur and a deep voice.
The two rocked against one another, taking turns filling one another with their large shafts, reciting moments of their life they remember the most. Each recitation came slower. It was harder to think, easier to just thrust. In desperation, they began to claw lightly at one another, the pain helping to bring shreds of focus to their unending breeding session.
"Do you remember," asked Mike, twitching his new rabbit ears, "When we first met," his words were slow, interrupted by their frantic coupling. "At that party. I think Chris dragged me there, oh yea."
"I remember, it's almost all I remember," said Cindy, eyes closed as she moved against Mike, "Mike?"
"Yea hon?"
"If I. If I go, you know, go. If that happens," she said, fumbling for the right words, "Take care of me, alright? I'll always love you, even if I can't say it right."
The two grew quiet, love making pausing as they embraced tightly.
A loud banging startled them from their fading thoughts. They rose to their large feet and looked at each other, then the door, from which another series of loud bangs came.
"Not, uh, fuck, what was it?" asked Mike.
Cindy held up two furry fingers, "Two and two, right? It isn't that." she shook her rabbit head quickly back and forth.
Mike shouted at the door, "There's no one here, go away!"
Cindy joined, "Yea, move along, nothing to see here."
The banging ceased, and things became quiet again. A voice came then. They could hear it, human, male. they couldn't pick out the words though, no matter how much they strained their long ears. More words, a pause, a few more.
As quiet returned, they leaned against one another, gently nuzzling in nervousness. The interruption had defused their libido for the moment, and they just waited for the sense of danger to pass.
The door exploded off its hinges, leaping inwards a solid foot before it began to waver. The two rabbits ducked to either side of the heavy obstacle as it came crashing down, bringing with it smoke from the explosion that took it down.
Neither could see, but they could hear heavily booted feet march in over the door. They were seized and thrust to the ground, their arms pinned behind their back. Mike began to whine and cry, even as he wondered why he was crying. He wasn't usually that sort of guy... girl... Whatever.
With a soft psst of an air dart, both of the changed people were sent into the tender embrace of darkness.
"We have two infected collected," speaks a male voice through a re-breather, "Possible chance of mental cohesion. We're bringing them in. None other present. Continuing search pattern."
There was a soft beep of acknowledgement, and a reply in tinny radio before the heavily armored man gestured to his subordinates, and they departed the bomb shelter, carrying their cargo over shoulders.
As Chris walked North, away from the commercial district and back towards campus, he noticed that the city was more alive than he left it, but not really for the better. He could hear the sirens. They were much closer. The mutants seemed to be more active as well. He had to dart from spot to spot to avoid them. Cats. Rats, then cats. There was a poetic justice to this in Chris' head.
Movement was interesting, thanks to both of his legs now terminating in thick hard hooves. The skunk infection had traveled up to his shoulders, his entire arms coated in rubber. His hips and belly were covered in the grey fur of a rat. Chris felt like a mess, but at least he was a living mess, and he still had his wits.
The cats seemed more related to the rabbits than anything else. Hypersexed, and coming in two sized. The larger ones looked like they were in their early twenties and were quite attractive, if one didn't mind the feline portions of them. The smaller ones were only about four feet tall, but every bit as curvy and wanton. It was difficult to place the age of the small ones, and it didn't really matter.
Chris was fairly sure that if he let the small ones find him, he'd become one of them, and likely the same with the larger. If only there weren't so many of the creatures. Not to say they were alone. Other centaurs and skunks were around. They were easier to avoid, for some reason, but the cats always seemed to be watching where he was going, and it was making him nervous.
He glanced down at his watch, almost seven. The sun should rise soon, he reckoned. That would make everything a lot easier, for everyone. He'd spot, and be spotted almost instantly. He renewed his efforts, leaping over a fence onto campus, to land in the arms of something furry and soft.
"A man..." came a purr. It was one of the big ones. She rubbed up against Chris wantonly. Her furry paw brushed over the panicking man's face and he could feel the fierce tingle of infection there. His face pulled forward into a leonine snout and he gained large round ears. With a sound between a roar and a human yelp, he shoved the lion woman back and ran with her in hot pursuit, barely navigating in the darkness.
"Come back," called the lion as she followed Chris, "You're not like the others, prrrr, so willful and strong. You could be my mate!" she shouted.
As Chris approached the bunker, his heart sank. Smoke was rising from the basement of the building. What had happened? He glanced back at the female lioness in hot pursuit and felt conflicting thoughts. His new lion's head argued the plesures of the female's company, and of the fertility of her waiting womb. The man's mind argued against it, and reminded Chris that he'd rather have a more human partner. The hesitation warred before he heard a new voice from his left. One of the smaller felines was racing towards him, arms held wide as she squealed with joy.
"Sister sister!" cried out the small lioness. The two creatures were approaching Chris fast, and he wasn't sure where to flee now with home base up in smoke.