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Stay out of their sight... Denson thought to himself, one of the hyenas grinning as he jacked himself off, laughing excitedly as the man under his jism started to laugh nervously as fur started to sprout on his skin, already the anthro's corruption spreading into his system. The streets were dark, all lights having burned out a long time ago, anthros wandering around, some making small talk with others, some fucking the living fuck out of others, no matter what though, Denson couldn't be spotted by any of them. The young man was on his way towards a museum, according to some other survivors he'd been traveling with before they were ambushed by some anthros, the museum was going to be visited by a rescue squad in a week's time, and it was the day before the rescue team dropped in now. "Shit," he hissed to himself, a lion walking by, flaunting his pride as his old human clothes still clung to his impeccable muscles.

The young man had seen enough transformations to know that it just took a squirt of their cum to corrupt someone into them, he'd had way too many close encounters with the anthros to know that if he wanted to stay normal, he had to keep away from them. Denson had watched one of his best friends become a horny wolf who had been way too keen on fucking another man into anthrodom, he didn't want to risk getting caught himself now. As he slinked through the rubble of a building, he had to stop a few times to avoid getting spotted. The military had attacked cities in the hopes to stop the infection, but it had proved to be pointless as the military men got cum onto their skin in one fashion or another, and though they thought that it couldn't infect them through their pores, after the first army man tore off his helmet to reveal his new vulpine face, it was too late for the others.

It was all a lot to take in for Denson, he'd been slinking from town to town in the hopes that he might find salvation from this infection, but every time he found haven, the infection made its way in. Good men being changed, women growing dicks and wanting to get plowed in the ass as they grew pecs, Denson just wanted to live like a normal person, not an anthro freak. One of the creatures nearly spotted him, he bit his lip as he remembered that that freak, had once been a person like him. The infection turned whoever it touched into a horny anthro, they still had sentience, but most of their past life vanished behind their transformation.

The roads were quiet as Denson snuck around, there were a few bits of clothes, a few soaked in still fresh cum which likely meant someone had just recently got caught. Denson would've helped before... at the beginning, but too many times people had tried to give him right to them to save their own skins, and after many close escapes he was finished with trying to help others. Pulling out his map as he reached a rather quiet location, Denson nibbled on his thumb as he pressed out the map onto the ground. He was about three hours away from the museum, but according to some of the zones that others had pointed out to him, to get there in that time would mean he would have to go through a populated zone...

"What're the other ways around?" he asked himself, tracing his finger around other spots, but many ways were populated as well, and any other ways were either way too long and might put him in just as much danger, or possibly were blocked off due to the military attacks. Sighing as he looked at his options, Denson rubbed his head as he packed up the paper, glancing around he stood up as he slipped the map into his backpack.

Sighing as he started towards the shortcut, Denson noticed a few anthros waiting around, probably looking for more humans to infect. "Damn," he muttered, but still he needed to make it to the museum, or else he wouldn't be getting to safety anytime soon. Sitting behind a pillar, Denson bit his finger, unless some kind of miracle happened... he might not be able to get to the museum. Maybe it was time to just... give up...

There was a shout from the intersection in front of Denson, he looked up and saw somebody running away from some anthros. "Fuck off you freaks!" the guy shouted, he held up a gun as the anthros just laughed. Denson knew that the Anthros weren't affected by guns, their pelts were remarkably strong, almost like a nemean lion from legend. There were a few shots, but as Denson knew would happen, the bullets merely bounced off.

There was a sound from behind Denson, and taking a short look around the pillar, he saw the anthros were moving towards the human, the lust obvious on their faces. Denson sighed in relief as they ran past his hiding spot, thankfully too excited to really take a deep whiff of his scent, and though he did hope the man got away, he had to thank him for his distraction. "Alright... let's get going," he said, shrugging his backpack up on his shoulder before running towards where the anthros had been blocking.

This part of the city was decently in tact, it had once been a hub for the non-infected, but that only lasted a month, the military had attacked everywhere around it so there was little structural damage. The square was empty, but Denson knew better than to feel safe, the anthros hid in the buildings waiting for a stupid human to walk out to relax, and they pounced. Pulling up his backpack, Denson bunkered down for a minute behind a car, there were no sounds, not even animal sounds here, a pretty good indicator that the area was populated by the anthros.

Denson wondered how he was going to get through, pulling out his map again he quickly pulled it apart enough so he could see the area. It was way too wide, and not enough cover... Though if he tried on his anthro disguise again, he might be able to slip through, though it had proven faulty at best seeing as he'd almost been caught once or twice out of the five time's he'd tried it. Thankfully he didn't have to wonder much longer as there was a rattling from an alley across the square, and the idiot who had brought his gun out was running into the square, laughing loudly as the anthros were stuck behind in the alley. "You idiot, shut up," Denson hissed, quickly pulling out a gray sheet from his backpack as he threw it over himself, if this was going where he thought it was going, he needed to hide himself before the anthros came out to play.

"See! Told you freaks that I'm too smart for you!" the man yelled, rubbing his chin as he slipped his gun into his pocket. "Now I just gotta find a place to settle down for a while..." he said, looking around as Denson held his breath, already he could hear stirrings around him, the anthros coming out to play. "Pretty nice here... might be a good hiding spot," the man said, poking around some of the houses. Denson had to wonder how he'd lasted this long, but no matter what, as soon as the anthros jumped on the guy, he had to run.

"Look what we found boys," a voice spoke right above Denson, the man freezing his breathing and movements as the anthros walked past. The man gasped as the anthros surrounded him, he tried to run but fell over a stroller that'd been left there. "Fresh meat... in all meanings of the word," the anthro said, and the man started to shout, Denson tensed up as he prepared to run.

"Get away from me... I can outrun any of you freaks," the guy shouted at them, but Denson could hear the fear in the man's voice, he was caught and he knew it, there was no use bluffing. "Seriously, get away!" the man yelled, but there was an animalistic growl and Denson knew the anthros had gone after him as he shouted, the air filling with lustful moans from the anthros as Denson sprung up, and sprinted away praying that none of them saw him.

The man screamed as he was grabbed by the over sexualized creatures, and pulled onto the ground to get covered in their juices, Denson knew from memory that soon enough he'd be begging to have his hole stuffed. That didn't matter now though, he was on his way to safety...

***

The night was full of orgies of anthros, moans, wails of delight, and lots of cum everywhere. Remembering some of the first nights of the infection Denson knew better than to think he was safe even though they were huddled in their little sexual groups, if the cum splashed onto someone they would turn, and before the night was up they'd be in one of the orgies themselves. Slinking around, Denson rushed towards the museum, he'd made good time, thankfully today was a rather horny day for the raunchy creatures, and he was able to rush through the streets to the museum, his feet were killing him, but at least he could relax in the museum.

Walking up the stairs, Denson pulled out the password from his pocket. They'd made a password as any anthro could pretend to be human, so they had to prove themselves by having a password, but they also had to show that they were human in the light, and the password had to be within a week of having been handed out, or else they couldn't get in. Knocking on the door, Denson bit his lip as there was silence for a moment, and a slot opened up. "Who's there?" the person asked, their voice garbled by a voice manipulator.

"The moonlight," Denson said, having repeated the password way too many times now.

For a moment the person was silent, Denson getting anxious as they may have changed the password... "Alright, step into the light," the person said, a light flicking on from above, Denson's heart was pounding as he was afraid he might get caught at any moment. Stepping into the light, he turned three times to let the person see he was human, and after a minute the slot slid closed, and the light turned off. Denson stood there, waiting for something to happen, growing fearful that he might've failed in some way...

After a moment a number of locks were undone, and the door opened to reveal a young man with dark skin. "Come on in," he said, his eyes flicking from side to side fearfully as Denson nodded and walked inside, the door closing behind him.

Inside were at least fifteen people, all scared, many of them men, one or two were women who looked more manly than the men did. They all eyed Denson nervously, turning their gaze away as they kept to themselves, Denson understood that getting attached here was no longer an option due to the infection. "Thank you for letting me in," he said to the young man, but he just received a cold stare.

"Let me see inside of your bag, we can't risk anyone bringing something that could infect us," the young man said, holding his hand out. Denson felt his insides clench up as he tightened his grip on the bag's strap, he didn't want to let it go... he'd been given this by his best friend before he... "Now!" the man said, and Denson sighed as he handed over the bag. None too gently the man ripped open the bag's zipper and looked inside, throwing out Denson's momentos.

His map, some food containers he'd been using to make sure that his food didn't get infected, a few pictures. The food containers were tossed out the door, and the map ripped a bit as the young man looked it over. "Hey, be careful with that!" Denson hissed, the young man just sniffed as he looked it over.

"Alright... you're good," the young man said, throwing Denson's bag back at him, he just gave the man a glare as he walked back by the door and sat down, lowering his chin as he closed his eyes.

"Not a very warm welcome..." Denson muttered, gathering his stuff back together, gingerly handling his pictures so they wouldn't get ripped, and his map was shredded, the young man had torn it up. "Damn it," he grunted, it's not like he would be going back out into the city, but still it was his, and he'd taken a lot of time to draw it up.

Sighing as he put the stuff away, he stood back up and took stock of the room. There were some exhibits and an information desk, the computer still worked, the anthros were making sure the electricity was still going on around the city, but that meant that a lot of the cameras had been broken by humans so the anthros couldn't track them. The other survivors kept to themselves, none of them taking a moment to look in Denson's direction, so he decided to look around. Everything was open, and there were a few exhibits that Denson took a look at to take up his time while waiting for the rescue squad, but the egyptian exhibit was locked up tight. "Hm..." Denson grunted, and he attempted to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

Having an odd feeling, Denson prepared to break open the lock with a nearby rock from an exhibit when he was stopped by the man from earlier. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he hissed, shaking Denson's arm.

"I was seeing what was in here, I don't like there being an area I don't know about," Denson said, yanking his arm away as he rubbed his shoulder.

"That's none of your business! That's where the soldiers are, they're the ones sending out the signal for our rescue," the young man said, crossing his arms angrily as Denson set the rock down. "They've been giving me the notes for how to set things up in here, and for the passwords. They're the reason we're going to be saved, and you nearly fucked all of us by taking away their protection!"

"I'm sorry," Denson said, and he was, he didn't mean to intrude so much, but he did want to know what was going on here. "I didn't know, but can you at least answer some questions of mine?"

The young man was quiet for a moment before he nodded, gesturing for Denson to follow him away from the exhibit. Following behind him, Denson felt a bit more comfortable now that he was with another human. "What're your questions?" the man asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"How many people have those soldiers saved?" Denson asked, this system seemed well enough set up that they must've done it a few times.

"They said they've already helped three groups of people, I came in just the day after they sent off one of the groups," the man explained, they came to a small room with two chairs, Denson took one.

"Alright, well who're you?" Denson asked, the man gave him a glare. "I'm Denson, there, now you know me," he said, not really in the mood for this silent treatment this guy seemed so fond of.

"Hayden," the man said, Denson sighed and nodded as he finally knew someone's name.

"Alright Hayden, when are we going to be saved?" Denson asked, this time Hayden's face looked a bit doubtful, the first time since he'd met him.

"I.... don't really know, the soldiers just told me that I needed to open the egyptian exhibit tomorrow morning, and they would take care of it," Hayden said, Denson didn't exactly know how opening the exhibit then would fix problems, but who was he to question it? "Is that all?" Hayden asked, obviously uncomfortable now, Denson nodded and he stood up. "Sorry about how I was acting... We had a scare earlier this week... some guys got in, and they were already corrupted by an anthro, they had some vials of horse cum and nearly corrupted us, but I got them out in time. Though they got two of our people, so I'm a bit nervous about letting people in now..." Hayden explained, Denson nodded as Hayden extended his hand and they shook.

As Hayde walked out, Denson couldn't shake the feeling that something was odd though, he understood that the military squad wanted to stay safe, but wasn't that the whole purpose of the password? "Hm..." he murmured, wondering what was on the other side of the egyptian exhibit doors.

***

That night was the best night of sleep Denson had in months, no concern of being picked out by some wayward anthro. He and the others were awoken by Hayden, announcing that they'd be opening the door to the egyptian exhibit in thirty minutes. "Everybody get ready, we'll be safe soon," he said, grinning from ear to ear as Denson nodded to himself, they'd be safe soon.

Walking over to the exit, Denson took a moment to open the slide, outside the anthros were wandering around, a few close to the doors, a couple of them were on the stairs, fucking their brains out as they waited for a human to come out so they could have their way. "I guess even if I wanted to, I can't leave now," he said to himself quietly, he had chosen his poison one way or another.

As everyone finally perked up from their self isolation, Denson found Hayden fingering the key to the egyptian exhibit, a smile playing on his face. "You okay?" he asked, Hayden nodded as he looked at the exhibit door.

"I can't wait to be out of this hell..." Hayden said, Denson nodded and smiled as he patted the other man on his back. Though truth be told, Denson still had an odd feeling in his stomach about this whole thing, and it not for the anthros standing outside of the museum door, he'd be long gone.

"I know what you mean," Denson said, everyone was gathering up as Hayden took a deep breath, walking over to the door and sliding the key inside. He froze as he had the key there, about to open it, he looked back as if asking if it was alright, Denson nodded to him, and he smiled as he opened the lock and slid it out. Sliding open the metal shutter, Hayden walked in, and they found inside empty.

Everyone slowly piled into the room, but there was nobody there. It was quiet inside, the egyptian exhibit had a rather oddly dark motif, all of the pillars inside showed jackals on them, they seemed to be encased in some sort of suits. The pyramid exhibit had a pair of doors, and Denson slowly approached it, his heart pounding hard. "What's this?" Hayden's voice interrupted his thoughts, he turned to see a sort of Jackal head over a basin attached to one of the pillars. Actually now that he was paying more attention to the pillars, there was one attached to every pillar. Beneath them were black matts that squeaked as people moved on them, but that wasn't Denson's concern.

"I dunno..." he muttered, approaching the basin now while some of the others opened up the pyramid and walked inside. Observing the pillars, Denson could see that there were images of people being held inside of the basin, now Denson knew he had a bad feeling about this place. "I think... we should lock the door back up, Hayden," he said, and there was a scream from inside the pyramid. "Shit!" he shouted, the pyramid doors opened, and jackals poured out, their bodies seemed to be covered in latex, and their crotches sported rather large looking dicks.

The jackals had the people who had been looking inside by their arms, their muscles flexing under the latex suits as they surveyed the other survivors. "What're we going to do?!" Hayden shouted, backing up as more and more of the jackals poured from the pyramid. Not only were they coming from the pyramid now though, some were sliding out from the shadows of the room, blocking their exit from the exhibit.

Denson had never seen these kind of anthros before, they weren't like the others, he couldn't see if it was person or anthro behind the gas mask that obscured their face. The golden lenses flashed in the dim light of the room as one of them pointed to the basins, and like a valve had been turned an odd golden mist started to pour out from the jackal heads on the pillars. "What the fuck is this?" one of the survivors asked, and it looked like that triggered his question getting answered as he was dragged over to the basin. "Let... go of me!" he yelled, and the jackal forced his head down into the basin where the gas pooled.

As the man kneeled down into the gas he struggled at first, trying to push away, but as he breathed in the gas his body slowly slackened, his muscles seeming to grow larger as the black matt underneath him slowly started to flex up, boots similar to those on the jackals forming on his feet, his body slowly being covered by the latex, his crotch slowly bulging out into an extremely large penis. "W... what the fuck are they doing to him?!" Hayden yelled, rushing forward to try to save him, but it failed as he was grabbed by a jackal, and that seemed to get the rest excited as all of the pillars started to pour out the golden gas, and they dragged more people over to the pillars.

Denson tried to run, he wasn't going to be captured without a fight, and he actually made it out of the exhibit as he ran past them. He didn't know where to go, outside was still blocked by anthros, but maybe he can hide until night? That thought was stopped though as the back of his shirt was grabbed, and a rubber fist clenched around his throat making him gulp heavily as he was turned to face the rubber gas mask of one of the jackals. "No running, recruit," the jackal said, his voice deep and muffled by the gas mask.

"Let me go!" Denson gasped, but pushing against the jackal was fruitless, the jackal was a head taller than him, and by the definition of his muscles against the latex, he was far stronger than the man.

Being dragged back into the exhibit, Denson watched in terror as the first man stood up, his eyes glazed over as one of the jackals pulled out a jackal mask from a box. He bowed his head under the touch of the jackals, and there was a hiss as the mask slid down onto the latex body suit surrounding the man's body, and any skin was covered up as the latex grabbed to the mask. A canister was attached to his back and the lenses of the mask turned gold as the new jackal straightened up, his dick hard and muscles obvious as they grew bigger. "Jackal Recruit, ready to serve," the new jackal said, his voice sounding like the other jackals'.

"This... is... fucked... up! You can't just turn us into more of you freaks!" Denson shouted, kicking at the Jackal holding him, but it was no use. Soon he was dragged to one of the basins, the golden gas pouring over the edges of the basin as he started to get lowered towards it. He held his breath as he was forced to kneel on the latex, he soon found his face in the golden mist, everything obscured by the moving gases. The gas licked the inside of his nostrils, Denson gripped his hands tight as he held his breath.

He heard some moans of lust outside of the basin, he imagined the new recruit getting some love from the other jackals, and as the gas was making its way into his nose whether he liked it or not, he was slightly aroused by the idea. "Damn," he coughed, and took a breath, clenching his eyes as the gas flowed down his throat. Denson coughed a bit as it tickled his chest, and suddenly he felt... really good... really strong... but he needed to obey. "Shit..." he coughed, he didn't need to obey, he was a person, not a freaky anthro, god damn it!

The man tried to push back, but he couldn't get his head out of the gas, soon Denson stopped struggling as his muscles throbbed, they were growing larger, even his dick felt bigger as there was an odd sensation about his feet. His clothes slowly disappeared as the latex matt flowed up his legs, his feet becoming latex boots, squeaking as Denson was told by a new forming voice in his mind that he was another addition to the Jackal soldiers. A breed of anthros that had formed in a lab during some experiments to get rid of the infection, he moaned as his dick throbbed at the thought, working with all of those sexy latex bound... "No..." he murmured, trying to rub his erection away, but it was getting harder to resist.

The voices continued to speak into his ear as he resisted, voices that explained where they came from, the latex Jackals. The suits were made to be protection against the Anthros, so they made a gas that carried a part of the Anthro DNA in it, in the hopes that it would prevent infection along with the suit. Instead though, they created the new breed of Anthros, ones that were based around militaristic values rather than the pure sex the regular Anthros were.

His pants soon disappeared as the latex wrapped up around his thighs, constricting as the muscles grew larger, Denson moaned as he breathed in more of the gas, it felt really nice to breathe it in... If he obeyed he could breathe it in all the time... and follow the other Jackals' orders... and have sex with them.... No longer did he retract from the idea, but he couldn't be like those other anthros who dived right into sex, he had to follow his commanding officer's commands, then he could have sex. As the latex grew over his dick, it grew larger, the penis growing at least three times as large, he moaned as it stood up straight, bumping up against his now latex covered abs.

Soon he felt the hand withdraw from the back of his head, but he didn't pull out yet, he wanted more of the gas, he wanted to be an obedient Jackal. As the latex wrapped up around his arms and his chest, he felt it bulge out and grow stronger like the other Jackals', finally as it reached his neck he found himself being stood up by another Jackal, they lifted the mask before him. Ducking his head, the new Recruit was silent as it felt it slide over his head, for a moment he couldn't see, and everything was silent, he stood still though as there was a hiss, the suit completing his transformation, and something settled onto his back.

Breathing in the gas, Jackal Recruit 8 could see again, he saw the other Jackals, and his erection throbbed painfully as he saluted, his new jackal ears picking up the others' words. "Who are you?"

"Jackal Recruit 8, ready for duty, sir," he said, he moaned as one of the jackals grabbed at his dick, pressing the head of it with his thumb, but still he didn't cum. He hadn't had permission, and he still had yet to grow his tail. The others were still growing theres, the latex took a moment to grow out into it after sealing, but soon he felt the push above his ass, his hole tense and ready to be plunged into, but he was silent as the others finished their changes, his tail wagging as his golden eyes stared at the jackal stroking his dick.

"Do you pledge your life to us?" the Jackal asked, and Jackal Recruit 8 nodded, he was ready to give his entire existence to the soldiers. "Good, present ass," the Jackal said, and Jackal 8 went on his knees, happily presenting his ass to his superior. "Upon cumming, all your loyalty is to us, no more humanity will remain in that latex brain of yours," his superior said, the Recruit nodded and he moaned in pleasure as the Jackal landed his giant dick inside of his waiting rubber ass.

As the bigger jackal fucked his ass, small memories of resistance reappeared, but he questioned all of them, why did he ever want to escape from the city? Life as an Anthro was much better, the sex... the muscles... he was glad though that he had waited until the museum, life with order and sex, much better than the ones outside the walls... he couldn't wait to convert more humans, the gas tasted great, and the sex was even better as his dick tensed up. "Cum Recruit," the Jackal hissed in his ear, and he moaned as his dick exploded, golden cum like the other Jackals

Soon he stood up, all human thoughts were gone, Jackal 8 would be too glad to present to any of his commanding officers, and to help change humans into more Jackals. For now though, they had to set up the next rumor of being saved from the city, after all, they would be saved from their life of humanity soon enough.

***

Jackal 8 of the Eighteenth pod was satisfied with his life, the muscled rubber Jackals enjoyed themselves, though they all followed the leaders' orders. Their bodies were perfect, never sick, never weak, always capable of getting horny whenever they wanted. Their cum could corrupt humans just as they did the regular anthros, though the humans corrupted through their cum became lesser latex jackals. Still they enjoyed their Jackal pets, and the Anthros often tried to get them out of thei latex suits, unaware of the fact that they were full anthros too, their cum merely was a pleasure to absorb rather than turning them into more rowdy sexy beasts.

Jackal 8 made more than a share of his humans into Jackals, he was too glad to. Thankfully the humans seemed to pop up everywhere, even when they thought them gone. Just more pleasure for them to corrupt more humans into Jackals...