The world had changed, it had gone to shit when I woke up from my deep slumber in hospital. No one knows how the virus started, but I have my suspicions.

Oh, I didn't tell you why I was in the hospital in a coma? Some drunkard had plowed a mac truck into the side of my car and caused a 35 car pile-up on the highway.

Almost crippled me too. Almost. I heard the doctors say plastic surgery could fix anything while I was under, but I wasn't too concerned about my

good looks, they'd still be there when I got up, regardless of whether I'd been in an accident or not. But yeah, I woke up in a cold hospital bed with

little light illuminating my situation. Of course, I was alone entirely. The doctors were even kind enough to leave a couple of ounces of metal in my arms

in the form of those needles. The area where they were inserted still ached a bit, but I yanked them out. OK, that hurt a lot more than leaving them in.

My arms were leaking little pricks of blood where the needles had been, not such a good idea in retrospect I suppose. I heard some rustling outside,

but the door was barred from the inside, and also blocked using a table that must have been by my bed while I was in a coma. Still had flowers on it too.

And.. a name tag? I quickly rushed over to look at the name tag, but the paper had faded and yellowed with age, rendering me unable to read the tag.

I jumped as I heard a rather husky voice ring out through the intercom. "That was a bad idea, ripping those IV's out you know, the rustling you hear is

the Zs' outside. I would you rather not take the route outside via your door." I raised an eyebrow, wondering how the intercom system is working at all without

any power being supplied to the building. I replied to the voice "Hey! Who are you and why are you using the intercom!" The intercom rang out again

"Look, you need to find a way out of the hospital, and to the post office down the road, there will be a working satellite phone there. Dial 851-6902 with it when

you get there. I will be waiting." I was disappointed that he couldn't hear me, but I had more pressing concerns at that moment. The door to my room was

beginning to creak under the collective weight of whatever was outside the door, and I didn't think it would hold out much longer. Thinking quickly

I threw the curtains to my room back to see just what was going on outside. I caught a quick reflection of myself, still looking good as ever while I

peeked through the window. The world had indeed gone to shit. There were fires on several building raging out of control, and cars would every few seconds careen into a wall or a crowd of people. How horrible. I saw the post office that the voice mentioned just a few blocks away, easy to get to even by foot. Well, easy to get to by foot

until I noticed the crowd gathered at the base of the hospital I was in. Getting out would require a little bit more muscle than I had on me at the

moment. Hmm, I wonder if they left my sports car parked in the garage all these years.

The garage was in the left wing, rather conveniently just four floors down. I think I was also in the left wing, if the signs on the interior of my room

were to be believed. The door was creaking rather loudly now, as the weight being thrown against it was reaching extreme levels, threatening to

pop it off the hinges rather than break the door itself. Yanking myself from my reverie, I looked for something to break the window with so I could climb down

a floor or two. I found a thick leather-bound Bible, stained with age and torn with abuse. It would do. I threw it through the window with such force,

it flew out past several cars that were parked in the front of the hospital. I stuck my head out between the curtains to make sure the coast was clear

before I crawled out on the small ledge on the outside of my room. There were small hand holds here and there I could use to work my way down the hospital,

enough for me to crawl down without too much risk to myself. The door was creaking loudly now, and the hinges were straining against their moorings in the wall.

I thought quickly, and rubbed some of the areas where the IVs had pricked me against the dirty carpet, staining it a dark crimson. Maybe the distraction would

work for a bit. I got down on my knees and got hold of the grips, then carefully lowered myself down the sheer face of the hospital. After I had gotten to

my destination two floors down, I finally heard my door snap and break from its hinges. Then I heard moaning and many, many footsteps above. I ducked into

the room I was closest to on the ledge of the second floor, thankfully the window had already been broken. The door here was also more lucky than the door

upstairs in my room, still quite anchored to the wall. I heard the intercom ring out again, but it just replayed the same message as before. Must be on

repeat, I mused. I carefully cracked the door open, pressing my eye to the tiny slit of view I had through it. The first thing I noticed was that the

lights were on. I pressed the door open a bit further, making sure that the hallway was indeed lighted thoroughly. It was, and I didn't notice anyone

or anything outside, so I went ahead and opened the door completely. The second thing I noticed once the door was open was that this floor was nearly immaculate.

I didn't waste time evaluating just how clean the tile floor was, instead I followed the signs on the wall to the stairwell.

I found it without much time wasted, and I opened the door carefully, again checking for illumination and safety. It was both.

Confident in myself, I took a moment and sauntered down the stairwell to the 1st floor garage, resting from the hustle and bustle, also waiting for

the adrenaline to die down a bit. I opened the garage door without a care in the world. And what a coincidence, my sports car was parked right next to the door!

I glanced into the window, and found that the keys were even in it! I opened the door and fired the engine up, marveling at my amazing luck. Pushing the pedal

to the metal, I peeled out and weaved my way through the strangely serene parking garage. Before long, I found the exit. In contrast to my luck earlier, it

just had to be blocked. Still, I couldn't really take no for an answer, so I revved the engine and instead used my sports car, immaculate no more, to ram my

way through. The petty aluminum blockage gave way quickly, and cleared a bit of my path through the crowd outside. I locked my cars roof up, and rolled up my

windows as far as they would go. I drove through the horde of people like they were little more than ants, which they were really, since they were dead.

As I rolled through, and over the crowd, I noticed that they were crowded around my cars exhaust pipe, rather than where the tasty meat, me, was.

This was a bit of a turnaround compared to the usual zombie flick, these were attracted by smell, rather than sight, or hearing. I laughed as a few of them

tried to bite and eat the hard metal of the exhaust pipe, sometimes breaking their teeth with the sheer force their jaws exerted.

By now, I was through the crowd, and again weaving my way through the streets, I hazarded a glance through the rear view mirror at myself. Still as sexy as

ever, with my plump breasts still plump, and my firm rump casually seated in my sports car, away from all those nasties outside. I remembered that I was

supposed to be heading to the post office I saw from the hospital, which wasn't really an office, more like a glass box that happened to process mail.

Must have been like working in a fish-bowl.

I noticed that my engine was sputtering a bit, so I sped up, hoping to get the most of the fuel that hadn't evaporated or spoiled. It wasn't long at all before

my car sputtered to a stop close to the post office. I swore under my breath and kicked the dash board, now useless to me. I took a quick glance around before

exiting my vehicle, ensuring the way was clear. Seeing no one and no thing, I quickly dashed on my bare feet to the glass bowl of a post office, seeing the

satellite phone there, as promised even before I entered the building. Fumbling the door a bit, I opened it, closed it, and locked it all in one, somewhat smooth

motion. I picked up the satellite phone, dialing the number before I heard some rustling in the back, hidden by a few filing cabinets. When no one answered,

I swore and slammed the phone down gently enough to not damage it, but hard enough to relieve some stress. The rustling was getting closer, so I picked up

a box opener and a small claw hammer, which would hopefully be enough to defend myself. I rounded the corner, with both my weapons drawn and ready, only to be

embarrassed when I saw that it was only a tiny mouse trying to claw his would through a bit of paper. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I wasn't quite safe yet.

I saw a small pack of wild dogs outside, through the glass walls. They didn't exactly look like the dogs I had seen before, or anywhere for that matter.

They were clearly dead, with bits of flesh dangling off them in various places. I ducked down behind the desk I found the satellite phone on, and huddled there

for a while. I hoped this glass fish bowl was sound and smell proof, but I doubted it a fair bit. The sun had gone down a bit from earlier, so I hazarded a glance

outside, to see if the dogs were still there. That was a bad idea, as they were pressed right up against the glass, their breath fogging up the wall-windows.

They backed up from the glass and started to run into it. They weren't damaging the glass much each time, but the splintering of the glass further and further each

time had me at a state of unease, hoping the rather husky voice from before wasn't messing with me. I waited a while, and awaited my rescuer. The glass was nearly shattered now, flexing clearly with each blow from the infected dogs outside, I could only hope that whomever was gonna rescue me, was gonna do it now!

One of the buildings close to the fish bowl of a post office had a bit of the building fall off as the glass that was protecting me from the awaiting jowls of the dead hounds. Then they started oozing blood. Or wait, was that gunfire I heard? I looked outside the bowl for a moment and saw a small sedan that had pulled up close to the post office in the midst of the excitement. One of the windows was rolled down and a small assault rifle sticking out, firing one bullet at a time. As each of the gunshots rang out, the hounds were dropping dead again, hopefully to stay that way. The hounds were numerous however, so I opened the door to the post office and ran to the car. After I opened the door, the hounds began their pursuit, but I was too quick for them. The building that was on fire earlier began to topple towards the post office, and it looked like it would just barely touch it. Once I got to the side of the car, a furred arm shoved open the door and pulled me in. I began to scream, but its hand covered my mouth before any noise emanated from my mouth. It dropped the assault rifle for a moment to pull the door shut, something I had forgotten in my haste to leave the fishbowl. The door was shut and locked before the hounds had gotten to the car, but the impact of the hounds against the car and their decomposing jaws snapping at the window still made me jump. I turned towards my savior, as it were, and beheld a hybrid of sorts. It looked like someone had taken a person, slapped some fur on him, and given him a fake muzzle, but this was no fur suit, or illusion from my tired, overworked mind. This was a real anthropomorphic person, like the kind you would hear about in the news as being against society's morals and ethics and all that garbage. The children of genetic splicing, as it were. It had a sleek gray and black coat of fur, some of it matted in places but it still looked clean enough to not be uncomfortable. The gray started at the underside of its muzzle, and trailed down its stomach, down past its sheath -excuse me-, his sheath all the way down the inside of its legs only to stop at the ankles. He had a gorgeous set of blue eyes, and a cute nose, like it belonged on a small puppy. Those eyes looked at me, caution in them quite evident. He slowly removed his hand from my mouth, carefully and cautiously, waiting to see if I would try to continue to scream like earlier. I didn't try to, and I saw him breathe a sigh of relief. "Sorry I'm late." After he opened his maw, it was evident that he was the one on the intercom in the hospital after I had woken up. I almost snapped an intense line of invective at him, but I bit my tongue, and simply nodded, affirming his apology. He started the cars engine back up and handed me the rifle. He merely wanted me to hold it, I'm sure, but I saw enough b-grade action movies to know how to work a gun.

I suddenly realized I was almost completely naked, save the hospital gown I was wearing, and that I had a death grip on my hammer and box opener. I set the hammer and box opener on the dash of the old, rather beat-up looking, car. I looked at my driver, and politely asked if there were any clothes in the car I could borrow. "I have some at my place that might fit you, I think." I let it go at that, and tried to wedge myself into the seat a bit more to try to conserve my body temperature. The dogs were still outside, I could see that much, but they were just wandering around now, seemingly having lost the scent, as it were. He revved the gas, and left the now shattered post office, it would seem that the building did come down, just not where I thought it would. We rode along for several minutes that felt like they were dragged on for hours until we finally arrived at 'his place'. It wasn't much, really. Just a house that had its windows knocked out, and covered with iron bars and mesh, with more glass laid over that. The doors were boarded up and covered with iron bars as well. I wondered how we were going to get in for a moment, then I saw an obvious-looking opening on the roof of the house, and a ladder neatly tucked away right up next to a fence of the same color. I wouldn't have noticed it if there were no vines growing up the fence. The car came to a stop in the driveway, and the husky got out of the car, looking around for a moment. He then came around to my side of the car, and opened it up. Such a gentleman! Or gentle-dog, whatever the case may be for him. He went around to the side, and set the ladder up, and went up it, before disappearing into the interior of the house. It didn't take too long before I followed him into the rather-plain looking abode within. The interior was very dark until he lit some candles, the sunlight pouring in from the gap in the roof did little to illuminate the rooms. He pulled the ladder up, and stowed it inside the room we were in, before pulling the opening in the roof shut with a loud thud.

He went into another room, only to drag, not carry, but drag back a chest full of clothes of various assortments and sizes. I waited for him to open the chest, but he simply spoke, and said "Take and wear what you want, I don't really need clothes, I've got fur." I nodded, and pulled out some plain-looking jeans that looked like they would fit, and a worn t-shirt. I went into another room to try to change, but he followed me. "What, won't you allow me some privacy while I'm changing out of this hospital gown?" He smiled, an odd thing with a muzzle, but a smile nonetheless. "I actually was admiring your sleek form, but if you insist.." He turned around and covered his eyes with his paw-like hands. I quickly slipped out of the hospital gown, and into the jeans, sliding the shirt on quickly after that, only to find that he had turned back around, and had watched me the whole time. I groaned, and threw the hospital gown at him. "You silly thing." He caught it offhandedly, and snorted. "Not my fault you've got such a sleek, sexy form." I went to peek out one of the windows, drawing the curtain back, only to fall on my rump in shock after a mostly decomposed face smacked itself up against the window. Several others joined it, sucking at the window like some sort of scum-sucking fish bowl cleaner. "They'll go away when they can't smell us anymore, but until then we're stuck in here." I groaned again, pushing my face into the palm of my hands. "Wanna play cards?" The devilish-looking grin on his face dared me to say no, but who was I to refuse a good game of cards? After a short while, the card game had devolved to a game of strip poker, or at least, a modified form of it since he wasn't wearing any clothes. As I figured when I started to play the cards with the playful lupine, he was quite good at it, and I was probably going to lose. Whatever losing was, anyway, since I was already naked. He shuffled the cards up and dealt them one last time, dealing them equally between himself and I. I picked up my hand and evaluated them. Not too good, I figured, since I didn't really know how to play regular poker anyways. He grinned that silly grin he always grinned when he knew he was going to win this round, then he declared, "Royal Flush, I win!" I laid down my cards, and did my best imitation of a pouting face. "So, what are we gonna do now? I can still hear them outside you know." His face took on a serious look, then he spoke, "Well, we could always play a different game, of sorts."

I groaned for what must have been the umpteenth time that evening. We had already played regular poker, go fish, I Spy, and countless other game, and I was still bored stiff. He pointed at a pile of covers, pillows, and bedsheets that were spread out on the floor, piled high enough that it looked like a regular bed. I figured he meant to go take a nap or something, so I ran a quick hop, skip, and a jump over there into the pile of assorted cloths. It was unbelievably soft, like one of those premium mattresses on TV, but so much better. He leaped into the bed beside me, and rolled around in the covers, much like I did. We just relaxed there for a while, before he nuzzled my neck, then began to plant kisses all the way from my neck down to my shoulders, before I turned my head and he planted a wet kiss on my forehead. I gently grabbed his maw and directed it to my lips, beginning to French Kiss him, he resisted for a moment, but then relaxed. As our mouths met, our tongues danced inside each others maw, mine feeling all his canines and curvatures of the inside of his mouth, his roughly scraping against my gums and teeth, before they simply danced with each other, tongue wrestling. We both pulled away to catch our breaths after much of this. His erection was poking out of its sheath, slowly inching forward from its hiding place. I decided to help speed that along a bit, having him lean back and relax. When I slowly lowered my head to lick around his shaft, a slow, deep, sensuous moan escaped his parted lips, and I was rewarded by his cock suddenly leaping forward a few inches. I kept playing with his pleasure instrument, circling the head with my tongue, opening my mouth and going down on him with short, fast strokes. Then I heard him whine a bit, and without losing pace, pulled his sheath back from his knot, to prevent it from catching. He was a big puppy, I'd say, measuring in at around eight inches, with two or three around if I had to guess. He had the cutest plump little fur-covered balls though, and I played with them a little as I kept up my pumping action with my mouth.

It wasn't long before my lips began to bump up against his knot though, and I couldn't deep-throat very well without gagging, and I'd learned from my previous trysts that it was better to not worry your partner by having him hear you gag. I withdrew his cock from my mouth, a string of sticky saliva coating the two and caught my breath for a moment. I felt something sticky on my tongue, and rolled it around for a moment, evaluating the taste. That must be his pre, I mused. Thinking deviously, I didn't swallow, and instead crawled up the bed and French kissed him again, mixing our tastes together in a little, private dance of our tongues. His eyes gleamed for a moment, showing that devious look as I leaned back a moment. He shoved me off of him, and leaned over me, grabbing his thick cock and rubbing it against my entrance. Devious thing he was, letting me think I was in control. He lined it up with my sex, and pressed with a firm pressure. I relaxed, and braced myself with my arms, he wasn't much bigger than my previous lovers, but it had been a long time since I had last had sex, and I was out of practice. I sighed, as he leaned over me, gripping my shoulders and nipping at my neck sensually. I finally relaxed myself enough for him to slide in, and was rewarded with a grunt of pleasure from my canine lover. He slowly slid his penis in and out of me, savoring the feel of my walls around his flesh, making sure to grind against all of my pleasure points. He didn't slide in enough on his strokes to insert his knot, but I was sure that that was going to go in at one time or another during our lovemaking. He stopped for a moment, and I heard his husky voice in my ear. "Are you really sure you want to do this?" I didn't even answer, I just nodded and ground my hips back, sinking his love rod even deeper into me. "Alright, so be it!" He began to work up a rhythm, sliding his rod in and out in an almost methodical motion, ensuring that I was racked by pleasure each time he inserted himself, and filled with longing each time he pulled out. The maddeningly slow pace slowly began to fill me with a longing need as I began to push back against his thrusts, his knot bumping at my entrance. It was not long before he began to pick up the pace, and thrust in counter-motion to mine, ensuring his cock was never without a home for more than a few moments at a time. He let his arms begin to roam, fondling my breasts as they bounced beneath us, squeezing them and stimulating me further.

He suddenly slid himself out, and quickly rotated me so that I was looking towards him.

He reinserted his tool of love without much difficulty as I had already been stretched enough to take him. He restarted his quick thrusting from before, but this time, his motions slowed on the in stroke, grinding his knot against my sensitive folds each time he thrust. It wasn't long before both of us were panting and glistening with sweat, his fur taking on a somewhat darker, glossy sheen, and my skin beginning to shine somewhat, even in the dimly illuminated room. He started to fondle my breasts again, palming them, moving them around, squeezing them, adding even more stimulation to my almost overloaded mind. I could feel a slow itch beginning in my sex and slowly building up until almost every part of my body was tingling. I knew he was close as well from his labored thrusts, and almost frenzied grinding of his huge knot against my entrance. I was almost sure I couldn't take it all. I was almost sure until he stopped his thrusting and simply began to try to insert his knot. He grit his teeth, and I mine, as his knot began to stretch my folds like they had never been before. Suddenly, his knot slid into my sex with a lewd popping noise, and he redoubled his efforts of thrusting inside me. He moved like a jackhammer inside me until he finally cried out and squeezed my breasts hard, then clamped his jaws down on my shoulder. I cried out from the over stimulation of my erogenous zones, and then cried out my delight with him, feeling his liquid warmth flow its way into my body, and my folds rippling along my passage, milking every last drop from his cock, ensuring none would be left behind or spilled. We laid there, panting for a moment, until he said, "That was lovely, what is your name?" "Larissa, and yours?" "Anthony." Our mouths met in a kiss, and I knew now who left me those flowers while I was in the hospital.

-Fin!-

(Authors' Note I am always looking for ways to improve my writing, suggest to me ways I can do this.)