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Quarantine Zone

Chapter 3:

• Picking up the Pieces is Harder With Paws

Connor and I stayed in the same room that night, which I guess was sort of what I wanted in the first place. Of course we weren't exactly at home, but Connor's little cell was actually pretty comfortable. My fiance immediately slumped down onto the bed and hid his face beneath a pillow. His udder was squished between him and the mattress, propping up his hindquarters a bit. I sat next to him, hands folded in my lap. There was an uncomfortable silence.

"So. . . that was kind of a good ice breaker I guess." I finally said.

"I am so sorry, Amy," came Connor's muffled response. "that was the worst way to see the new me."

"Oh I don't know." I said, laying my hand onto his exposed back. "I knew what I was getting when I came here. It probably saved us a lot of time. Besides. . . I came too, you know."

Connor poked his face out from the pillow. "You did?"

I nodded "Yeah, I have to admit. . . It surprised me. I don't know what came over me, but I was totally into that."

"It's the plague. It makes everyone soooo horny." He mooed. "Now I infected you."

At this point, I actually felt a little cheated. I wasn't exactly in the best emotional place here. My plans had all fallen apart before my eyes, we were prisoners, and I had just been infected with a plague for which there was no cure. On top of all that, I was struggling to make sense of the orgasm that I had just experienced by fisting someone that was not only a cow and a female, but my fiance. I wanted to break down and hide my head beneath the pillow, but that would just make the situation worse. And besides there was only one pillow and Connor had it. So I ran my fingernails through his coarse fur and did my best to calm him down.

"Look, it's not like I didn't sort of expect that to get infected. I mean, yeah it's still weird, and I'm still not really to terms with it, but I snuck into the quarantine zone to rescue you. I knew you were infected when I snuck in. Violet was sending me pictures. There was really only one way for that to end."

"Aren't you angry at me or sad or. . .freaked out at me or something?" He asked, tentatively.

"Of course I'm freaking out, you idiot!" I snapped at him. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. "Okay look, get this stupid cushion off your head." I threw the pillow onto the ground and turned to look him the eyes. "I know almost nothing about this situation. You have been infected with the plague for days now. Now that's not a long time, but it's a hell of a lot longer than me. I also have no idea what being prisoner here is like. Do they feed us? Do they let us go outside? Is there public floggings? Rape? I don't fucking know! Like it or not, you are the expert on our predicament now. I get that you're all embarrassed because you're a cow and that you're feeling all guilty because you think you're the reason I'm in here."

"Well yeah but---"

"But nothing, dammit. This situation isn't your fault. You got kidnapped, I came after you. You never made a choice to be here, to infect me, or anything. Not your fault. Next, I just came harder than I ever fucking have before by playing with your weird new cow pussy." His ears drooped down as I said it. "Yeah it's was weird. There's no escaping that, but your body doesn't change anything about why I love you. Besides I'm also going to look weird in a couple days so don't sweat it."

He sighed. "Okay. I guess you're right." The hint of a smile crept across is dumb cow face. "I missed you."

I picked the pillow up off the ground. "I missed you too, Con-man. Now scoot over." I slumped down onto the bed beside him, buried my face into the pillow, and got to crying. Now he was the one stroking me as I freaked out. "What's going to happen?"

Connor answered all my questions as well as he could. His voice was a bit lower and richer than it was before, and he had a bit of trouble with saying long, complicated words, but for the most part communication was easy. "They have been treating me pretty well," he explained. "There's this bed, and they keep it clean, and they milk me when I need it. They gave me books and there's a bathroom we can use if we ask. They even took me on some walks. They're pretty kind and polite." His ropey tail thwapped against the bed from time to time.

I was surprised. "Wait, so they haven't been torturing you? What about all the rape and chaining you up?"

He looked at the ground, "Well it's wasn't really rape. I don't want you to think I cheat on you, Amy, but I have... needs now. It's the plague. You felt it."

"You're trying to tell me you enjoyed all that? Violet having her way with you? I can't believe it!"

Connor nodded. "I know it sounds weird but you'll understand soon. Sometimes I even asked for it. It's just a physical thing now. . . like tonight before she milked me, my. . . udder was so sore. And eating is," he looked away "gross for me now. I eat grass."

"Oh wait, you chew the cud? You're telling me you have like a bunch of stomachs and stuff?" It should have been horrifying, but for some reason it was starting to really amuse me. I guess I was just happy to be with my love again.

"Yeah it's true. Violet said she'd let me eat some of the grass from the lawn tomorrow. She said I'll be able to pull it up with just my tongue." He stuck his big long tongue out of his mouth at me. I probably should have asked first, but I just reached out and ran my finger along it. It really was rough like a cat's.

"Violet said she'd let you, huh? What's with all the power she has? How did she start a gang?"

Connor shrugged. "I don't know. When I first got here she had complete control over me. I think theres something about her smell that makes men into her slaves, at least for a little while. I think it's temporary."

"No shit."

"Yeah, but I don't get it so much anymore. I don't think it works so well on, uh, females. Women seem to be mostly in control around here."

Poor Connor. I really grilled him for info. We had only been apart for a couple days, but there was a lot to talk about. I laid there and listened to him answer all my questions until his lowing voice lulled me to sleep.

When I awoke it was dark out. It had been one of those sleeps where you blink your eyes and hours goes by, not a restful, dreamy sleep. There was an aggressive banging at the door, and it swung open. Connor was laying on the ground reading, and the noise startled him so much that he fumbled the book in his three-fingered hands and dropped it on his face. The bloodhound thug stepped in with his weapon drawn. His face was all wrinkley and droopy with a canine-like nose, but he could have almost been mistaken for a super-ugly human. Violet was just behind him.

"Amy, hey, hows it going? I hope the accommodations are okay. Oops, looks like I woke you up. Rise and shine!"

"What do you want?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Oh, I was going to ask what you wanted for dinner, refill your guys' water, show you to the showers, and - oh yeah - ask where the fuck Hugo is! Where the fuck is Hugo, Amy?"

"Who?"

She crossed her arms across her breasts "He's got a stupid sheep face. Horns. Big balls. Hooves for hands. You know who I'm talking about."

"Oh!" I sat upright and did my best to look tough while yawning. "Yeah I kidnapped him. He's hidden away real well. No one's going to find him unless I tell you where he is, so what do you say we make a deal?"

She sighed. "Wow. Kidnapping and ransom. Super honorable for a police officer. Listen, I need that guy. I'm in the mood for a quicky, and he's pretty good for that. The guy lasts like. . . no time at all, but he's good to go all the time. Something about those big swollen ram balls. I can't ask this guy," she said, turning to the dog-person. "Well I could, but with dogs it's like a whole freakin' commitment just to get my rocks off. I don't wanna have to drag him around with me for the next half-hour. So what are your 'demands?'"

The cow was up in the corner of the room now, not really standing near anyone. "You let Connor and I go and give us a day head start. Otherwise Hugo starves to death."

"Wowwie. That's dark. You're a huge bitch." Violet waved and a couple gangsters came in with trays of food. One had a fairly large bowl of grass, the other had a generous steak dinner with potatoes and steamed veggies. "As thrilling as a chase sounds, it would honestly suck for you to be out there all alone, changing. I guess I'll just track him down myself. Hey, dog!" The bloodhound man looked over attentively. "Go find Hugo. Maybe go ask that fish lady he's always talking to where he's at. Make sure to bring the whiteboard." He nodded. "If you find him before he shits himself I'll give you a treat. Whosa good booyyyy?" his tail wagged a bit. "Now fuck off."

"You'll never find him." I scoffed.

Violet rolled her eyes, "Uh yeah, he will. He's like a smart tracking dog. Do you realize what that means? He'll have him in like. . . twenty minutes tops. Anyway, look how cranky you made me with that stunt. Any symptoms showing yet?"

I quickly glanced downand started inspecting myself. I hadn't thought to check to see if I was still fully human upon waking. It wasn't exactly a part of my daily routine. When I got to my fingers I let out a yelp."Auagh! My hands are wrong!" It was difficult to notice, but there was something a little off about how my hands felt. I couldn't lace my fingers as easily anymore, and it felt all different to rub them together. "They're all. . . thicker. Or shorter. Or something! Oh God!"

"Hm let me see." She grabbed my hands roughly and turned them over. Her claws scraped me a bit. "Oh yeah there's something definitely happening there. Good! We can take you guys to the compound tomorrow. Shame it's not something more telling. . . short fingers could be just about anything."

I flung myself into Connor and sobbed. For the first time since we were reunited, I felt fully comfortable touching him. He let out an "Oof!" as I accidentally bumped his udder with my knee.

"Sorry, babe." I reached my hand down and rubbed the spot.

"Stop freaking out Amy. You should have expected this when you fisted Connie. Your hands are probably toast. Ony like. . . monkeys really have hands. Maybe racoons. Anyway my point is that you should have seen this coming."

The food was really well prepared, actually. Well, Connor's was just a salad bowl filled with lawn clippings, but my steak was tender and melted in my mouth. It felt good to get some real food in my stomach. He tried to hide it, but I noticed him chewing again when we were being showed the showers. I'd have to get used to that chewing the cud thing. Later, as I was led to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of Hugo walking around. So she had managed to find him. Impressive.

That night, I dreamed that I was running in a huge throng of people. I wanted to keep up with everyone, but my clothes kept getting tighter and tighter. They constricted me until my chest heaved for breath, and then finally I collapsed and was stampeded upon. As their many feet trampled over me, I awoke. Connor was making a racket with the salad bowl that his dinner had come in last night. It was upturned on the floor and he was scrambling to pick it up.

"Con-man?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What are you doing?" It was day. I could hear the chirping of morning birds outside, and stranger sounds in the distance.

"Oh I didn't mean to wake you up." His hard hoof-like fingertips made clicking sounds as he tried to pry the bowl from the ground. It was like trying to pick a penny up off a table for him. I rushed down to help him pick it up, but when I reached my hands out I almost fainted. Well I say hands, but at that point they were really more paws than anything else. My digits had shortened dramatically, and my fingertips and palm had grown thick pads on them. Instead of fingernails I now sported new, blunt claws that were firmly rooted by the bone. I tried to waggle my fingers, but I had a hard time moving any individually, and even when I moved them all together they barely had any range of motion. I couldn't retract my new nails either. They just stuck out dumbly as I prodded my new paws against each other.

"Holy shit I have dog paws!" I shouted, attributing the gravel in my voice to having just woken up. I frantically rubbed my paws over myself searching for new symptoms. The pads and claws scraped against my skin, but I could hardly sense any details in what they were feeling. My fingertips had lost a lot of sensitivity; it was as though I was wearing gloves. Still, I could tell that not all was right with my head. My face felt swollen and cumbersome. I scrambled awkwardly with the stainless steel bowl and held it up like a makeshift mirror.

"Now don't panic, Amy." reassured Connor. My reflection was warped in the curved surface of the bowl, but the changes were obvious. The first thing I noticed was that my hair seemed to have fallen out and was being replaced with a new, more uniform distribution of fur. Connor's hoof brushed over my ear, which surprised me by twitching powerfully at the touch. My ears had grown significantly, rested higher on my head, and were shaped differently. They were pointed, larger, and their inside seemed a lot less convoluted than before. It was difficult to make out the details in my eyes, but they were rounder, larger, and my irises had grown to fill them completely, turning them into large dark pools. A shiver traveled down my spine as I caught the animal gaze of my reflection and realized it was my own.

I patted my nose and mouth with my paws, feeling their new shape. The bridge of my nose seemed wider and dictated the shape of my skul. My cranium felt less prominent, while my nose and chin had extended out into the start of a hefty boxy muzzle. I could just catch the black tip of my nose if I crossed my eyes, but it stayed mostly invisible if I wasn't looking for it. I looked just like the pictures online that had horrified me when the plague initially struck. I guessed I was turning into some sort of dog or wolf.

"Oh God. . ." I moaned and rolled onto my side. I didn't want to deal with my symptoms at that moment. I just wanted to ignore that my body even existed. So I just layed there being still while I thought of other things. Connor stroked me for a minute and I heard the clatter of him repositioning the now upright bowl. Breathing through my nose for a while calmed me down. I marveled at how comfortable it was to breathe that way now. Probably a positive side effect of the changes. It seemed that I was unable to ignore the symptoms even when I was trying.

Sunlight peeked around the curtains of the window. It was morning. Connor was hunched over, sitting on the side of the bed with the bowl awkwardly held between his legs. "Whaat ar--," I cleared my throat. It felt different to speak, like I had to try harder to transition between sounds. There was sort of a low whine to my voice as well, and I wasn't used to it. "What are you doing?" I asked, finally.

"I'm sooore." He responded, fumbling with the bowl and one of his teats. There was an errant spray of milk or two on the inside rim of the bowl, but all in all his efforts to milk himself seemed entirely fruitless. His hoof-like fingers were ill-suited to the task of manipulating his swollen, supple teats. I could tell his udder was stretched full just by looking at it. It was larger than I had ever seen it, and hefty veins traced its surface. It looked painful.

"It's okay, I'm here." I reassured, scrambling over. I took the bowl from him, kneeled down, and repositioned it in my lap. Now I had never milked a cow or any other animal before, but I was determined to give it my all to help relieve Connor's discomfort. I reached my paws out in front of me and stroked the udder. It was warm and smooth, but taught like an over-full hot water bottle. My new paw pads had felt rough on my skin, and I imagine they were even more abrasive against the sensitive udder flesh. Nonetheless, I tried carefully grasping one of the teats between my paws and pulling. It was an incredibly awkward attempt and moment, but I was rewarded with a small stream of milk splashing into the bowl. I continued, working on my technique as I massaged the teats.

The smell of hot, fresh cream filled my new nostrils. It took my by surprise. I didn't really expect a scent that was so closely identified with good food. I found my mouth watering as milk spattered into the bowl. The frothy puddle started to look more and more appetizing, and I found myself growing aroused and wet at the audacious thought of sampling it. Temptation continued to grow, and I was getting frustrated with using my paws. I had already accidentally scraped him with my claws once or twice. Without a second thought, I moved the bowl to the ground and let go of the teat. I leaned in, resting my new paws on the ground. It was disturbingly comfortable the way each pad pressed against the rug. I ran my long, flat tongue sensually up the udder, lapping up a small trail of milk as I went. The taste was incredible, rich, and it clouded my mind in an intoxicating sort of way.

Without further ado, I popped one of his teats into my mouth and began to suck. The giant nipple filled my mouth wonderfully. Soon the sucking-tugging motion of nursing came to me, and I was rewarded with a stream of milk. The sheer amount startled me, and I took a moment to swallow it down before going for another mouthful. I sat there in a trance-like state, drinking from my fiance. I was starting to drip with how horny I was getting. I rubbed my crotch with an altered hand. My paw felt fantastic and curious against my panties. I wasn't used to the act of masturbating without real fingers, but I found myself intrigued by the new sensations rather than appalled. It occurred to me, on some level, that the body fluids of plague victims were potent aphrodisiacs, but at the same time I hadn't been this calm and content since I fisted Connor. It was a welcome respite from the panic of the past twenty or so hours.

It wasn't long before I started to get full. I let the teat slide from my mouth. Even after drinking what must have been equivalent to a large glass of milk, his udder was only slightly smaller. Connor's head was thrown back in some combination of relaxation and pleasure. There was a puddle of his own bovine wetness spreading on the bedspread under his udder. I stood and pressed my paw against Connor's flat chest, laying him down onto his back with his legs and udder off the side of the bed. If I was going to finish doing all this milking work, I wanted to be rewarded for my efforts. It seemed pretty logical at the time.

Swinging my legs around, I straddled Connor's chest and leaned down over the pink mass, presenting my dripping pussy to him for attention. His elongated neck served him well for reaching my behind as I continued my work milking him with my paws. My breasts rested on either side of the massive singular udder, and I could reach his teats with my paws. The first touch I felt from behind was a warm and powerful snort of breath. Not long after, his rough tongue pressed into my clit and then gently stroked upwards against my vulva and even across my asshole. It was like he was putting out a fire that had been consuming me. I immediately moaned uncontrollably, again surprised by the beastial tone that my voice now possessed.

The metallic ping of milk hitting the bowl gave way to the soft sound of frothy cream flowing into itself. As his udder shrank he continued experimenting with his tongue, driving it gently inside of me for a time, and then withdrawing and teasing my clit with the tip. But what really drove me crazy was when he would remove his meaty tongue entirely and breathe on the wetness it left behind, sending a shiver of coolness into my depths. There was something about the sheer size of the lungfuls of air and the smell of bovine breath tinged with the scent of the metal ring in his still newly pierced snout that made me nearly cum on the spot. It was actually a very meditative position.

The flow of milk slowed and ceased, and as it did, Connor drove his tongue deep inside of me. I reflexively squeezed and massaged the hot length, its spines tingling as I twitched. My world disappeared in a sea of pleasure as I came. I had never before in my life experienced such an intense orgasm. All sensation of my body drifted away for a time before crashing back to earth as I clenched around the bovine tongue. A wonderful afterglow swept over me, and I slumped down beside Connor the cow. His fur itched a bit as I rubbed against it, but I didn't mind.

"That's going to take some getting used to," I muttered as rationality returned.

There was a knock at the door, then it crashed open unceremoniously. "Rise and shine!" came Violet's aggressively energetic voice. "Oh shit! It smells like a barn in here. I guess you two were already up. Oh look, milk."

I sat up. She had a bodyguard with her, but that was it. I thought If I could catch him off-guard, break his wrist, and grab his gun maybe I could. . . Oh yeah my hands were paws. There were a lot of realizations like that for me that day. "Ugh. Go away, Violet." I groaned, laying back down.

"Oh wow, Amy! Look at you! You've got the start of a muzzle, a little fur, and are those paws? You're well on your way."

"How do you have time to torment us? Don't you have administrative duties or something to attend to?"

She crossed her arms over her breasts, and the little tuft of hair between them peeked out. "I am busy. I'm struggling to make space in my busy schedule for you. You should be flattered. Now listen, we're moving you over to the main compound today. You two should be a lot more comfortable over there." She shook her head "But look at this mess. I'm going to need the two of you to leave this room as you found it. Connie come out here."

Connor struggled to his feet and clopped over to the doorway. As he did, a tortoise man shuffled slowly past him and dropped a sponge and bucket onto the floor. He also took away the milk. Connor addressed our captor. "Yes, Violet?" I thought he looked like a meek little puppy. I was embarrassed for him. Violet reached behind her and removed a large key ring from her belt. It had been attached right at her rear, and I think her tail was threaded through it. She unlocked the padlock on Connor's nose ring.

"Since Amy thought it would be cute to trim your chain, I'm just going to use this dog leash we found. I can adjust how long it is by pressing these buttons, see?" The tortoise guy (he still had hands) helped her attach the little metal latch to his nose piercing. "This is going to be a fun field trip. Staying at the main compound will be a real treat for you guys."

"Uh-huh. What are you going to do with us? Just get it over with. I'm sick of waiting around."

Violet rolled her eyes and flared her big black hyena nostrils. "You are like THE most tiresome person to talk to, you know that, Amy? Follow me." She tugged on Connor's leash and we were escorted up to the garage. The hideout seemed to have a pretty good cache of weapons, but mostly it looked to be done up like a man-cave with more beds and pillows. A lot of the gangsters I saw brandishing weapons yesterday were just milling around entertaining themselves. I heard sounds of bestial sex from one room, but I couldn't see inside. "You two should relax. I'm going to extend a courtesy that few plague victims have the luxury of."

The garage had three escalades in it. Violet and a guard accompanied us into the back seats of one, and a small company piled into the other two. Our caravan rolled through the abandoned streets with an unmistakable aura of power. "We control all the gas," explained Violet. "Amazing what kind of resistance is still possible without it. We've got a lot of the roads cleared and secured too, plus a good communication system between hideouts."

The whole ride felt less like a prisoner transport and more like a tour. Our eventual destination was one of the largest mansions in Los Banos. Despite growing up in the town, I had no idea that such a lavish living space was tucked away between the suburbs. There was a gate and guards as you'd expect from a kingpin's hideout, but there were also a generous number of transformed residents milling about the yard. Violet continued to talk as she led Connor through the front double doors on a short leash. "We have a month's worth of food and water stored for a hundred people, a recreation area, a pool, a sizable arsenal, surveillance equipment. . . "

Violet paraded us around the house, and the tour began to feel very surreal. One second I was feeling like a prisoner that was about to be executed, the next I feel like a potential buyer getting a showing from a realtor. The fact that I was looking in on the domestic lives of dozens of people, and that they were all partially transformed into animals, served to make the experience even more bizarre. The hideout was, in essence, an organized response to the catastrophe of the plague. There were all sorts of accommodations and adaptations that I wouldn't have expected. Wheelchairs, ramps, cushioned rooms, hot rooms, cold rooms, one even had a handful of humidifiers and tropical plants in it. "Some people require special environments to be comfortable, so we've made due with the supplies could gather." The hotter rooms were extremely uncomfortable, but I found that breathing through my mouth helped a lot.

We were led upstairs to the library next. "We have three doctors and two veterinarians who live here, ready to see anyone who needs them. Medical professionals are in extremely high demand around here, especially experts in animals. They were a lot busier when the plague was just starting, but we still need them from time to time. Valerie here is one of our doctors." She gestured with one of her paws to a sphinx-like mutant who was reading a book nearby. Her head, neck, and breasts were like a normal woman's, but the rest of her body was that of a snow leopard. There was a book propped between her forepaws as she reclined and enjoyed the breeze of a nearby fan.

"Salutations!" She smiled, looking up from her book. "You two must be the couple I heard about."

I cleared my throat. "Hello. My name's Amy. This is Connor."

"It's Connie now, dear," corrected Violet. "Now strip naked! And I don't want to see you wearing any clothes until I say so. Don't make me smack the prude outta you."

"Oh my, Violet. Well it's best to comply with her, Amy. She can get temperamental," advised Valerie.

I begrudgingly shed the black outfit I was still wearing. It was surprisingly difficult to remove, and once it was off I realized how uncomfortable it had been, especially around my shoulders. It was clear that the proportions of my body were shifting while I wasn't paying attention.

"It's actually medically advisable to be nude while the disease runs its course," explained the sphinx woman as she slowly rose to all fours and stretched in a distinctly cat-like manner.

"See, Amy? I just want what's best for you." Violet said, checking a text on her phone. As if on cue, the door swung open and Hugo, the ram-man stepped in. His ears turned back and his brow furrowed when he saw me. Ugly fellow, that Hugo. "Alright I'm going to make myself scarce. You two have fun with your medical exams. I'm leaving Hugo here to keep an eye on you. Oh, and here's Connie's leash." She tossed the plastic handle of the leash to me, and I caught it by clumsily hugging it to my chest. I opened my mouth to complain, but all I caught was her tail slipping through the door.

"Exam?" I asked, fiddling with the clasp attached to Connor's nose ring.

"I'm as surprised as you!" Valerie smiled. With a practiced motion she carefully used a paw to put on a pair of glasses that had been hanging by a chain around her neck. "But I suppose a medical check-up makes sense, considering how you're showing symptoms of a potentially fatal disease."

My hair stood on end at the mention of the word fatal. "Yes, yes of course. " My paws were proving to be completely useless to undo the clasp. I just couldn't grip the little metal bit with the swollen pads that had replaced my fingertips. I handed the leash over to Connor for the time being. "Here."

"Thanks."

"Alright, doctor. What can you tell me?"

Valerie began to circle me, sizing me up as a cat might a piece of prey. Her movements were stunningly fluid and silent. "Oh I didn't mean to scare you. You're almost certainly going to survive, considering how mammalian your changes seem. Still, best not to wear any clothes so we can monitor the development of your symptoms. I've seen shoes break victims' feet before. Not that anything like that will happen to you while you're under my care." With a slight hop she stood on her hind legs. I felt her front paws press heavily into the small of my back to support her. "Yes let's see here. Ears growing, entire skull structure in transition. . ." She moved to my front and stood face to face with me. "Open wide. Stick out your tongue. Say 'she sells sea shells.'"

"Seeh sehls seeh shells," I said, tongue hanging down past my chin. I hadn't realized how long it had gotten.

"Good. Any changes in your senses? Eyesight? Smell? Hearing?"

"Not really. I've noticed I can breathe through my nose easier."

"Mhmm. Yes that's common for most mammals. You may find it more difficult to breathe through your mouth, but don't panic. Now let's see those hands. How long ago were you infected?"

It was reassuring to hear her calling my paws hands. "I think about a day ago now. I got some fluid on my hands and face."

"Mmm. I see. Your hands are in an advanced state. On a positive note we should be able to pinpoint your species by analyzing these. We'll have to have one of our animal experts look at them. My identification track record is less than stellar. Are you experiencing any pain?"

"Not really, no. My joints feel a bit stiff."

"Yes that's normal. You're probably going to end up losing some dexterity in your shoulders." She lowered herself to all fours and sat, as a cat would, on a nearby recliner. Her face grew serious. "Like many healthcare professionals, I was one of the first people infected during this outbreak. The hospital was a dozen times beyond capacity, and we had concurrent outbreaks of staph infection and the flu due to the overcrowding. The morgues were full, and my colleagues and I were working triple shifts. You can imagine my distress when my hands began to change on the third day. Suddenly I couldn't hold a clipboard or a pen. How could I care for my patients when I needed assistance just to unbutton my coat?

"I, like many others, spiraled into depression. Disfiguring diseases and injuries are common in medicine, but until very recently there was simply no support for those living with the plague. Humans, which is what we all still are despite the aesthetic changes, rely on the wisdom and support of others when we encounter problems in our personal lives. When we experience some personal tragedy it's easy to take for granted the shared experience of, say, the millions of other cancer patients or billions who have lost a loved one. It may be frightening to be diagnosed with a potentially terminal disease, but usually the patient will have some idea about the possible outcomes. This plague is different. There is simply so much diversity in the symptoms that there is no wisdom to draw on. As far as I know, I am the only snow leopard 'sphinx' in existence. You may also end up with a unique form with its own set of unique challenges. It's surprisingly difficult to be the first. We aren't really used to being trailblazers."

Her words struck a chord in me. There was an anxiety I had been carrying since I first saw Connor's changes, and it had only grown worse when my own symptoms started to show. Now I could see why. This was a fear more profound than the personal uncertainties I faced daily. I was now headed into the realm of the truly unknown. "I hadn't thought of it like that before."

Valerie nodded. "Losing one's hands is traumatic in the plainest circumstances. Even the most mundane workplace injuries can be difficult to come to terms with." She looked us in the eyes. "Neither of you are alone. It's so difficult to maintain a positive outlook, but you have to try. Not to trivialize your situation, but you're lucky to have been infected so late. Everyone around here has had months to adapt. Compared to us when we were infected, you're practically drowning in support."

Connor spoke up after a brief pause. "What's Violet going to do to us?"

"I'm not sure," responded the doctor, furrowing her brow as her tail flicked in thought. "She doesn't usually wait to execute people she plans on killing, and generally I only see prisoners after they've been. . . coerced to some degree." She stood. "Follow me to my office. We'll get your exam finished up and reports sent out. Hugo?"

"Yes, ma'a'a'am?" he bleated.

"What are we supposed to do with them after the exam?"

"I'm to take them to their cell."

"Okay then, let's go."

We followed Valerie down the hall to a room that looked like a standard doctor's office. There was a powerful elegance to the way she moved, and I found myself attracted to her on some level. The rest of the exam was more quantitative. She recorded our blood pressure, heart rate, height, weight, and several other measurements. She took casts of my new paws in plaster and had Hugo photograph us against a wall covered in measuring lines that reminded me of the one we used to take mug shots against at the station. We answered dozens of questions about everything from our age to our favorite foods. Finally she announced that she was done, and released us to Hugo. We did not speak as he led us to our quarters.

Our room, again, was well equipped. There was a bed, plenty of natural light, and even a bathroom. I couldn't shake the uncanny feeling that it was a bit sparsely decorated, though. The walls were bare, and there was none of the clutter that comes with a room that has been lived in. It was as though most of the things of interest had been moved out of it, leaving it rather sterile. There were trays of food set out for us, and the contents left no question as to which one was intended for who. "Are you tired of eating grass yet?" I asked, passing into the bathroom.

"No," he said with his mouth full. I looked back at the trays. They seemed untouched.

"Did you start -- Oh, gross Connor."

"I can't help it! It just comes up suddenly, and I can't just spit it everywhere. . ."

I sighed and turned to the mirror above the sink. My reflection startled me, and seeing the doppelganger in the mirror react as I did made me uneasy. My muzzle had continued to grow throughout the day without me realizing it. My jaws seemed wider, meatier, and stronger. I wondered just how hard I could bite now. I hadn't really noticed any difference in the way my mouth felt when it was closed, but my teeth had been quietly rearranging themselves. The canines on the top and bottom of my mouth were much larger than they had been, and my molars were now sharper, less suited to grinding veggies. My new teeth seemed sturdy and dangerous. My tongue was long and flat like a dog's, and I was frankly surprised I could even speak with it. The whole layout was all wrong and it weirded me out so I closed my mouth.

The skin on my face was changing tone and texture. It was darker and rougher, especially around my nose and mouth, and the coarse fur that this morning only covered my head and neck was spreading across my body and thickening. My nostrils faced forward now and had developed little slits on the sides like a dog. My ears had continued their growth throughout the day and appeared to be migrating up my head. They had an almost spaid-like shape to them, and as Connor clamored with the silverware they swiveled automatically to face the origin of the noise. The motion, combined with the bestial darkness of my eyes, was absolutely unsettling. For a moment I almost forgot I was looking at myself.

A wave of anxiety started to well inside me. I was burning up, but I wasn't sweating. Panting like a dog helped, but I absolutely abhorred the way I looked with my strange canine tongue hanging out of my muzzle. I decided to splash some water on my face, but my paws couldn't work the faucet's slippery, plastic knobs. It was such a simple task, but the handle was stuck or rusty and I just couldn't get the leverage I needed, even with two paws. My anxiety quickly turned to frustration mingled with self loathing. I caught the gaze of the creature in the mirror and something just clicked inside. I hated how I looked. I hated that I was disabled. I hated that there was one person responsible and I couldn't do anything to her.

"It sure was kind of Violet to give us this nice roooom," Mooed Connor from the bed, "And to introduce us to the doctor and give us food.. ."

I snapped. Without thinking I punched the mirror as hard as I could, but instead of the satisfying shatter of glass I was expecting, a jolt of pain shot up my arm. I simply couldn't curl my shortened digits into a fist, and I had only succeeded in jamming my fingers and twisting my wrist. Connor dashed to the bathroom door, udder wobbling as he came.

"What happened, Amy? What's wrong?" He asked, concern somehow showing on his stupid cow face.

"You! You're what's wrong!" I yelped. "How can you just sit back and take it in the ass like this? How can you just lay the fuck down and feel thankful for all that bitch has given us? You realize she's the one who gave you a cunt, right? And and udder? She's why you're chewing on your own fucking stomach contents instead of mac and fucking cheese back in LA!"

"But I just meant. . ."

"Meant nothing!" I screamed, closing the distance between us so he was forced to back into the room. "Look at me! I'm a monster! I can't even sweat! I came here to rescue you, I fought for you! I bled for you! And you're just ready to live and let live? You're ready to just sit here in this gilded fucking cage and suck Violet's weird dick thing whenever she asks you! Why the FUCK," a strand of spittle landed on Connor's face, " Why the fuck should I fight for you if you're not even going to fight for yourself? Did you notice our window doesn't have bars? Were you even thinking of ways to escape!?"

"Amy, I. . ."

I reached out and yanked on his leash with both paws, painfully pulling him face to face with me. "We could be. . . tying sheets together to make a ladder or something!" I wasn't really thinking anymore. Adrenaline was surging through my body as I went on my diatribe. I can't even describe the emotion I was feeling. It lit up every nerve in my body, including my pussy. I wasn't exactly horny, but my crotch was pulsing with pressure. "How come SHE has control over OUR lives?"

The flush sensation began to concentrate itself in my crotch. It was as if hot coals had settled themselves in my lower abdomen. There was no pain, but I was overwhelmed by an intense, compelling pressure like I had an itch that I hadn't been able to scratch. It fed off my urgency and frustration. Connor suddenly seemed less like an equal and more like a subordinate. More inferior.

He lowed a desperate response, "What can I dooo?" His eyes were shut tight, and I could see the pressure I was putting on his piercing was turning the tip of his nose pale. "Just tell me what to doo and I'll doo it!"

Hearing him submit lit a fire in my chest. My heart jumped with pleasure. "Tell me who the boss is, Connie. Tell me who's in charge here."

"Youu! You're in charge!"

That did it. Suddenly all my undirected energy shot straight to my pussy and I became hornier than I ever had been before. I tugged the leash again. "On your knees!" He complied. "That's a good cow. If you're going to look like livestock and act like livestock, you may as well have an owner." Connor nodded as well as he could considering his position. I could feel his hot, frantic breath on my crotch. "And that owner is going to be me, got it? Not Violet. Nobody but me. I paid my body for you. I paid my hands for you. I'm gunna take good care of you so long as you're good. Now put that fantastic tongue to use."

I spread my legs a bit and Connor got to work on me. I had never received oral standing up before, but it just felt right to having him kneeling on the ground while I stood triumphantly over him. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations as his harsh tongue lapped over my pussy. It felt different than it had that morning, but I didn't pay it much mind. His tongue was long enough to touch every part of my vulva at once. I couldn't really tell whether the electric pleasure was focused on my clit or my now sopping wet passage. Everything seemed to flow together.

And then, just as I was getting really absorbed in it, he paused and withdrew. "Uh, Amy. . ."

"Did I tell you to stop, Connie?" I hooked my paws around his ears and pulled his head back toward my aching pussy. "Now get back to it. No more talking until I'm done."

He started back up again, this time focusing on my opening with the tip of his tongue. This was the part I had been looking forward to. At first, he just pressed the tip in. Then he probed me again, this time reaching a little deeper inside of me. Then again, and again. Each time he managed to stretch me open a little wider and reach a little deeper into me. There seemed to be no end to that fantastic organ of his. It was longer and thicker than his dick was as a human, and the way it wriggled within me was absolute nirvana. I would have came instantly if I hadn't been focusing on standing up. My legs threatened to buckle, but I steadied myself by pressing my paws against Connor's head.

Before long, I had reached my limits. His organ seemed to penetrate to my very core, and I lost track of everything around me. Then, as he tried to pull out of me, I bore down around his tongue and trapped it within me. I could feel him trying to pull out, but its texture made that impossible. My pussy began to contract of its own accord as I started to cum. It was the sort of epic orgasm that had a beginning, middle, and an end. It was the sort that grew more and more intense until that fiery orgasmic pulse was the only thing in the universe for a precious few seconds.

As reality came back into focus, I was surprised to find myself still standing. My mind was clearer, and I felt calm and serene. I wasn't angry anymore. Connor was beneath me, submitting to me, and, well, it just felt right. He looked up at me as if he was asking permission to relax. I nodded.

What I saw next was perhaps the most startling and horrifying thing I had ever witnessed. As he started to pull out it seemed as though he brought my pussy with him. That is to say, my vagina looked as though it was prolapsing. At first I thought that his rough tongue had somehow critically injured me, but there was no pain. Soon he was sitting back, and I was staring, mouth agape at my latest addition. It was smaller than Violet's, but there was no mistaking it. There, between my legs, was the start of a hyena's pseudopenis.

I let out a panicked bellow that sounded foreign to my ears. "Aueaaaagh!! What is THAT!?" I darted around the room trying to escape it, but my new dick just wobbled between my thighs. It felt completely foreign and bizarre. I ended up in the bathroom on the floor.

Connor rushed over. "Don't panic! It's okay. You're fine. You're okay. . ." he repeated, sitting next to me and putting his arm around my shoulder in a calming sort of way. I just stared, mouth agape at the thing extending from my crotch.

"Oh my god. Oh shit I can't believe this. What the fuck." I muttered, venturing a paw

down to poke at it. The length was dark and smooth. It was about 5 inches long, and the tip was a bit swollen, giving it an almost penis-like look. I gingerly lifted it aside and let it flop across my thigh. There was no longer any trace of my pussy as I knew it. I couldn't find my urethra or vagina or anything. The only thing beneath it was the slight swelling of my new pseudo-scrotum.

"Well," Connor said at length, "At least we know what animal you are."

I couldn't believe it. I sat there staring at it for a minute or two and then slumped down onto the floor. "I'm a such a freeeaak." I sobbed. "Why couldn't I have ended up like that doctor? She's a sexy sphinx, dammit. I wanna be a sexy sphinx. Now I'm just a horrific creep like Violet."

Connor stroked my head. His touch was calming. "There, there. . .at least you're not as ugly as that Hugo guy."

I chuckled. "Yeah."

"And you're not a cow."

I opened my eyes and looked up Connor. He really did look dumb. I sighed. "Yeah well. . . I don't know. I guess everyone has it bad."

"And you're going to live!" He reminded me.

I shrugged. "Yeah that's true. And I guess this is better than ending up like that weird fish lady in the pool. Poor woman. Stuck in a stupid fucking cookie-cutter pool all day." I wasn't really to terms with it at that point, but I was at least comfortable enough to venture another peek between my legs. My dick was just sitting there, doing nothing. I reached down and poked it again. It was sensitive. I tried grabbing it between my paws and pulling. Ouch.

"Jeez be careful!"

"Ow yeah. Oof. I'm not used to having something fragile hanging around down there." I prodded my new balls. They were only about the size of grapes at the moment, but I figured they would grow. I could find any testicles in the sack, and it really wasn't that sensitive at all. I squeezed it. Connor inhaled sharply through his teeth at the sight. "This is just like squeezing my ear lobes. Doesn't hurt."

"Huh. Lucky." he muttered.

A deep rumbling came from my stomach, and I realized that I had been hungry for a while. More than hungry, in fact, I was famished. The food that had been left for me was the same as last night: a pretty standard steak and potato dinner with a side of grilled asparagus. I tried nibbling on the greens first but I almost puked at the taste. "Aah blech! What is this? Are they trying to poison me?" I spat it out.

Connor nibbled on one. "Tastes fine to me."

I had a similar experience with the potatoes. They didn't taste quite as atrocious, but they felt all wrong in my mouth. I had to lick it off of each of my teeth in turn. I must have looked like a dog that had been fed peanut butter. The steak, on the other hand, was absolutely divine. They hadn't left a knife for me to cut it up so I tried just gnawing at it with my teeth. There really wasn't any way to rip it apart without anchoring it to something, though. I found some success pinning it with my left paw (the uninjured one), grabbing the other side with my jaws and tugging. It came apart in large pieces, but they were easy to swallow. I think I downed that steak in only two or three bites. Afterwards I felt just as hungry as before.

"Connie!" I barked, "go get me more food!" His eyes widened and he made for the door while I relaxed in bed. I could get used to this, I thought.

I heard the door open and Connor talking to the Hugo through crack. I didn't pay much attention to what they said to each other, though, it had been a very long day, and I was drifting off to sleep. When I came to the sun had nearly set and there were two large roasted chickens and a glass of water on a platter on the end table. It smelled delicious.

Tearing the chickens apart proved to be difficult. I could rip them into pieces as I had with the steak, but it was really difficult to separate the bones from the meat. At first I tried to get the meat off a drumstick by sucking on it, but I accidentally swallowed the whole thing, bone and all, on the second try. My next approach was simply to bite chunks out of the chicken and try to separate the meat on my plate with my paws. I wrapped my enlarged jaws around the breast of the chicken and bit down, shattering the bones easily. The strength in my mouth startled me. I had expected it to be far more difficult to bite through the bones. I spat the chunk onto my plate and went to work. Before long there two neat piles -- one of bones, the other of meat-- and my paws were absolutely filthy. I downed the meat with one big slurp.

It was a lot of effort, but it had worked. I used that technique for the next couple mouthfuls. Progress was slow. I was starting to feel discouraged. The pile of shattered chicken bones had grown and glistened with delicious chicken fat. Suddenly the bones themselves were looking very appetizing to me. I tried one experimentally. My jaws broke it apart like a crouton, and it was marvelous. I could pick up the buttery taste and feel of the marrow, and I reveled in the wonderful crunchy texture of the bone. In some ways it was sort of like eating a buttery piece of toast. Without further ado I brought the plate up and started scarfing down the pile of bones. Once it was gone, I turned my attention back to the chickens. There wasn't much point to picking it apart now, I figured.

If eating bones could be compared to having toast, the unified mouthful of the chicken meat and bones together was like having a sandwich. It was a more complex, balanced, and delicious experience. It didn't strike me a strange at all. In fact, I felt as though I had just discovered a wonderful new sort of food. I was excited by the possibilities. What would it be like to eat a t-bone steak with with the bone in it? Were my teeth strong enough? What about venison? Rabbit? After finishing the first chicken I wasted no time moving on to the second.

Soon I was licking the plates clean. It was much easier and more satisfying with my larger tongue. When I was finished I took a deep breath, chugged the glass of water, and let out a thunderous belch. I glanced around and noticed Connor for the first time since waking up. He was staring at me with his mouth agape, but when I looked over he quickly went back to reading his book. I smiled to myself. I guess I couldn't really get upset at him for chewing the cud anymore.

My stomach was visibly swollen after that meal, and I promptly collapsed back onto the bed and passed out to the muffled sounds of all the other victims living in the house. Connor joined me in bed at some point in the night, and we snuggled together for warmth. It was a very deep and restful sleep, and when I awoke it was only because I had to pee. I groggily stumbled over to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. The touch of cold water on my tip of my clit startled me and I let out an "eep!" Realizing this was going to be harder than normal, I switched on the light.

I had grown. Due to the task at hand, the first thing I noticed was that my new junk had gotten much larger. My clit was startlingly long and thick. It felt like having a log of salami hanging between my legs. I estimated it to be a little under a foot long now. My shaft was proportionately thick as well. My faux-scrotum had really plumped out too. I felt proud. I had always thought that if I had been born a man I would have had a big cock. It felt good to be proven right on that one.

Instead of sitting to piss, I decided to try my hand at it standing up. It took a bit for me to collect myself and relax long enough to get the flow started. It felt really weird, warm, and honestly a bit pleasurable. After all, my urethra and vagina were one in the same now. I squeezed out the last couple drops like I'd always imagined men do. I flushed and nodded to myself.. That was easy enough. Pretty convenient, really.

I turned my attention to the mirror. I hadn't grown any taller, but I had definitely gained a few pounds of muscle in my neck, shoulders, and arms. Coarse, spotted fur was now covering most of my upper body. In spite of it all, I did still look feminine. My hips and breasts were as nice and large as ever, I just looked stouter and fitter. There hadn't been many changes in my face, although my ears were much larger and more hyena-like than they had been. My head seemed to have stopped going hyena around three-quarters of the way there, I'd say. I was stunned at how much like Violet I looked. It felt like I could have been looking at a reflection of her hyena-freak sister or something. After some consideration, I decided that I looked kind of badass. I really wanted to look normal, but there are worse appearances to settle for than badass. I could have done without the paws, though.

The sun was already shining bright at this point. It could have been any time; I hadn't looked at a clock in days. I was energized but restless from sleeping so long. I was up for a challenge. I remember thinking today would be a good day to take on the world.

Connor sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. "Good moooorning."

"Come here, Connie." I ordered. He jumped out of bed and carefully walked over. His udder was swollen and full again. I kneeled down and wrapped my lips around one of his teats. Nothing like warm milk in the morning.

"You seem -- Oh! -- bigger today," he moaned as I drank my fill. When I was finished I laid back on the bed.

"Why don't you take a closer look?" He crawled over and started staring. "Go ahead. Touch it."

He cautiously reached a hand out and stroked my length. "It's. . . very nice. Can you, you know, pull it in? Like Violet?"

"Hmm. I haven't really tried yet." I started flexing all the muscles I could in the area, trying to find the one that would allow me to retract my new pseudopenis. Eventually I figured it out and watched as I drew my shaft up until it was nothing more than glistening opening with balls hanging beneath it. "Oh weird." I relaxed and stared as my new anatomy restored itself. "Pft. Violet. I bet she'll be jealous to see this. I hate how much I look like her."

"You smell like her too." He mumbled.

"Smell like her!? That's enough out of you."

"Oh I didn't mean. . . It's just you do smell like her. Especially this part of you." He sniffed my crotch, almost in a daze.

"Is putting my dick in your mouth the only way to shut you up?" I asked, indignantly. Connor promptly opened up his mouth and popped my length inside. The size of his muzzle allowed him to fit all of me in his mouth. It was warm and comfortable, but surprising. "Oh! Very good. . ."

Then I got to thinking. "Wait, you said I smelled like her? Especially downstairs?" Connor nodded, stroking my enlarged clit with his meaty lips. "Does it make you want to listen to me? Like Violet's does?" He nodded again. I had always heard that men's dicks were mostly sensitive around the glans, but mine seemed to be equally sensitive along its whole length. "Ah. . I see. . . . We're going to have to finish this blowjob later, Connie. Go milk yourself into the tub. I have an idea." Connor let my dick slip from his lips and headed over to the bathroom.

I rubbed the opening at the tip of my organ until my paw had been sufficiently covered in the moisture there and knocked on our room door. It cracked open and sure enough Hugo's nose popped in. "What do you -- Holy shit you look just like Violet!"

I shoved my paw right into his face. "Kneel!"

"What? I. . . " He paused for a moment as if distracted. "Hmm. . . Alright."

My lips curled into a wicked smile. "Awesome. Suck." He leaned in and started to nurse my clit. "From now on, Hugo my little pet, I don't look like Violet. She looks like me. Got it?" He nodded. "Now. Connie and I are going to walk out of here. And we're gonna need supplies. So I need you to bring me two backpacks full of food and water."

"Buuh Violeh saihd" He mumbled around my cock. I pulled it out and slapped him across the face. My claws left red lines in his skin.

"From now on you listen to ME, got it?" He nodded. "Good. Now go."

Half an hour later there was a knock at our door. Hugo had returned with the supplies just as I had ordered. "Good job, little sheep!" I was starting to have a lot of fun being in charge. Connor and Hugo listened obediently as I outlined my admittedly simple plan. "Okay. Hugo, you're going to escort us outside, and we're going to leave. You do whatever you can here to stop them from finding us. Got it?"

"I can do that. . ."

"Thank goodness. Here I was thinking you were completely useless. Let's move out!"

We made our way downstairs. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I passed by. The operation wasn't nearly as stealthy as I would have liked. The gangsters were whispering to each other. I had the feeling they knew something was wrong, but nobody made a move to stop us.

We had made it halfway through the living room when the front door burst open. Violet and a compliment of armed thugs were on the other side. The nervous energy of the room suddenly went still and silent.

"Well, well, well, Amy. You're looking lovely today." She sneered, stepping forward. "I came as soon as I heard the results of your tests! Imagine my surprise."

"Took you long enough."

"I was busy. Why don't you understand how busy I am all the time? You know what, never mind." My heart was beating out my chest. It was odd, but she seemed like the only one in the house that was a threat. She stepped over and started circling me, examining my new features. "Not as impressive as I thought you'd turn out. You disappoint me."

"More impressive than you," I huffed. I straightened my back and stood taller than her. "Just out of curiosity, what were your plans for us?"

Violet stood in front of me and pressed her face into mine. "Well aren't you impatient? If you must know, I was going to offer you a place at my side. You have a very good set of skills, Amy. Too bad you're so headstrong."

My blood pressure was rising as she spoke. "You kidnapped my fiance so I'd join your gang? How stupid are you?"

She scoffed. "Pft. No. I kidnapped your stupid boyfriend as a show of force. Now everyone in the quarantine zone knows that nowhere is safe from me, not even the outside. I figured if you came I'd force you to join up too."

"Force us? You couldn't force a puppy to piss itself!" I whooped an unfamiliar hyena laugh.

Violet's lips curled, showing her teeth. "You are out of line! It should have been simple, but your 'man' had to go and lose his dick to the plague. You showed up, and I didn't have any leverage!"

"Well what are you going to do about it?" I asked, leaning in. Blood was pumping wildly through my veins, and my clit had grown erect from the adrenaline. Violet's had as well, but mine was bigger.

"Shoot them." ordered Violet. Her lackies started reading their guns.

I rose my paw and shouted, "STOP!" Everything went still as the word echoed through the house. Violet looked around, her face plastered with rage.

"Well? What are you waiting for!?" She shouted. "Go on! Shoot them! Shoot them!" She screamed and spat as she turned to each thug in turn.

I laughed and stepped closer. "Looks like you really don't have any leverage!"

Violet turned to me and unsheathed a knife from her belt. It had a little strap that looped around her wrist so she could hold it. "When I'm done killing you, friend, everyone here is going to get a lesson in discipline!" She lunged at me with a bestial yelp.

My wrist was still injured, and she was armed and I wasn't, but I had been waiting days for a chance to beat the shit out Violet. I was ready for her. Reflexively, I dodged her clumsy stab and wrapped my arms around hers in an attempt to disarm her. She howled in agony as I bent her limb to her side. Swinging round, she managed to catch my bicep in her teeth. As she bit, blood streamed down my arm. Luckily she had only managed to grab onto my skin, and my muscle and bone remained in tact. I howled more in anger than agony, and we fell to the floor.

Everyone else simply froze and watched the fight, eager to see who would win. No one tried to help or intervene. Violet took the piece of skin with her as I writhed out of her grip and pinned her to the ground. Suddenly in a position of dominance, I seized my opportunity, opened my jaws wider than I thought I could, and wrapped them around her shoulder. Working my new muscles, I bit down hard. She let out a horrible bestial wail as my powerful teeth bore down on her. I felt her collar bone snap.

I could have killed her if I hadn't let go. That was clear to everyone who was there. I opened my mouth but kept her twitching body pinned with my elbow.

"Remember how you said that before all this happened you were the man's bitch and now you make men YOUR bitch?" I announced, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Well that's great, but before the plague I WAS the man. I was a cop, dammit! You worked at Wells Fargo.To get your job, you had to learn how to convince people to open savings accounts they didn't need. To get my job I had to scale a six foot wall and get hit with a taser. While you were filling out deposit and withdrawal slips for people because they were lazy, I got into high-speed chases and sent a PCP addict to the hospital with my nightstick!"

I turned her prone body over and tossed the knife away. "Now I'm going to fuck you right here in front of everyone, and you're going to let me. Understood?" Violet closed her eyes, and her erection started to shrink into her. When she was ready I reached down and aimed the tip of my still hard shaft at her opening. All that fucking she had been doing must have stretched her out because my clit sank right into her. Her passage spasmed around my psuedo cock, sending jolts of pleasure through me. As I hilted myself inside her, our balls smushed together. My pair looked much larger when they were right next to each other. I felt like the queen of the world.

"Tell them who the boss is, you cunt." I said, working up a rhythm as I fucked her.

". . . You are," she whispered.

"What was that?" I said, louder.

"You are!" she moaned, loud enough to fill the room. "You're the boss!"

I don't think I have ever been more satisfied with a fuck since.

**

It's amazing how quickly things settled back into a routine. Instead of leaving, I opted to take control of the gang. It took me a little while to get the hang of running things. It actually was a lot of work, but there were all sorts of benefits. I had food, power, personnel. . . No one in the organization questioned my authority after word of the fight got out. Violet was bedridden for weeks, and by the time she got out I was ready to let her be my right hand 'man.' We actually got along pretty well once she learned her place.

Connor and I never did end up getting married, at least not officially. Still, I enjoyed his company, pussy, and fresh milk as often as I liked. The symptoms of the plague were permanent, including the increased sex drive. I took pleasure in my wild libido, and with every troop under my command as a member of my harem, there was always some exotic meat at hand to satisfy me.

The quarantine zone was its own little world, and it wasn't long before I was its undisputed queen. As the months passed I worked to spread the disease beyond the limits of Los Banos. After all, the farther the plague spread, the more my influence grew, and I looked forward to moving back to LA.