Biohazard Remake - Chapter Two
#3 of Biohazard Remake
The first part of this chapter might seem out of place, depending on how much you paid attention to the seemingly unimportant details in Chapter One. But it actually explains some of the things David heard and saw on the way to the gym.
Things also hit a boiling point when the sun finally starts to set, cooling the air enough to make all Omegas start prowling about.
Biohazard: San Marcos
Chapter Two: Spreading
Earlier that morning, just about dawn, Braden was waking up just before David had, his alarm bleating out to get his attention. The fox mutters at the lack of sleep, but reaches over to shut off the alarm and wake up. The lean, ever so slightly chubby fox scratches his belly as he walks into his bathroom, showering and soaping himself up in preparation for the work day. Shortly after he finishes the shower, the fox eyes the time and yelps a bit in panic. In a hurry, the fox rushes to get dressed, throwing on a white shirt, a dress shirt over it, and a plain, red tie around his neck, putting it on swiftly and perhaps a bit too tight around his throat. Next, he speeds around the apartment, getting together his paperwork he'd been pouring over last night into his briefcase and a pastry treat for breakfast. Then, double-checking everything in his mind, he runs to the door and opens it, slamming it behind him as he starts to rush down the stairs to make it to the bus stop.
The fox hits the street and then starts running down the sidewalk, just in time to see his bus pulling away from the stop. "Aw, son of a bitch," the fox groans, before he slows his pace and bends over to rest his hands to his knees. I really needs to stop spending so much time in the shower, he thinks to himself before he pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts dialing the office. "Hey, it's Braden. I don't know where my bus is," he lied, continuing, "but I might be late. I'm sure it's just running late, but I wanted to let you know, just in case. Yeah, alright...Yes, I'm aware...Bye." The fox grunts in annoyance as he re-pockets his cell phone, continuing to walk down towards the bus stop to wait for the next one.
When he passes one of the buildings on his right, he sees a black-scaled dragon hunched over in the shade of the building, panting loudly as sweat rolls off his naked body. Braden twitches an ear, never having heard anyone pant like that unless they were sick or something. The lack of clothing was weird as well, but, with the sweat and the panting, he thought maybe the guy was having heat stroke or something and was trying to cool down. "Hey, are you alright?" he asks, adjusting his briefcase to the other hand as he reaches out to rest his now free hand on the dragon's shoulder. "Do you need me to call an ambul--" The dragon's hand grabbed the fox's, a tight grip pulling the fox off his feet and underneath the dragon's muscled body.
The fox yelps at the sudden sweaty heat rolling off the dragon's body and onto his, eyes wide as his aggressor's yellow eyes met his. The dragon hesitates, still struggling with the new infection in his blood, before he finally rises to his feet with the fox in tow, slamming the smaller male up against the wall. The exposed, thick, tapered dick throbs as the larger male tears away the fox's business slacks with his clawed finger tips, jamming his tip up against the fox's pucker to start grinding into it. Braden whimpers in pleasure, unable to believe this. This was something he'd always fantasized about, being fucked by a larger, more muscular man. That's why he moved to this part of the town, near the gym with all those huge guys. He needed very little forcing, the fox eagerly pressing his pucker back onto the dragon's cock as his fantasy was fulfilled. Had the black veins along the infected dragon's dick been visible against the hard, throbbing black flesh, perhaps he might not have been as eager. The dragon's eyes close, the tightness around his cock flooding his mind with endorphins as the vulpine's eagerness helps seal the dragon into his new-found addiction. His hand remains pressed to the fox's back, keeping Braden's upper body prone against the wall as he pumps his cock up into that eager little thing, unable to hear or care that a tiger stops and watches them for a time. The fox whimpers out something the dragon couldn't understand, pressing back as best he can into each thrust. It was fortunate for the fox that the dragon was not hung prior to infection. Though thirteen inches plowed the vulpine aggressively, the only injury would be soreness and some tearing, rather than the fatal scene David would soon be treated to as he continues his walk to the gym.
After about 20 minutes of powerful fucking, seemingly endless cum, and missing the second bus that came along, the dragon pulls free, splattering one last spray of infected cum down Braden's torn pants and legs, abandoning his prey to hunt for a cool place to rest. The fox is left panting in the alleyway, his eyes half-lidded as his own dick aches, furiously jerked dry onto the wall by his own hand. That was the hottest thing, ever, the fox thinks, aware that the dragon's load was still seeping out of his well-worn backside, joining the dragon's sweat in dampening the part of him that wasn't pressed to the wall. He grunts in pain as he starts to straighten up and away from the wall, moaning softly as the motion makes more of the dragon's blazing hot cum pour out of him. Fucking guy ruined my pants, he thinks, straightening his disheveled tie and shirt as he grabs up his briefcase and starts slowly moving towards his apartment building. He enters the building and slowly shuffles up the stairs, each motion making his body ache like it was getting heavier, which in turn made his dick throb eagerly. As he goes up two flights, he sees a badger starting to exit his apartment. The old, grizzled badger stares at the half-naked fox for a moment, before he turns around and heads back into his apartment, growling something about gay people ruining this neighborhood and this country. The fox scoffs at the old, cantankerous badger's words, which were still unable to shake that powerful high he was feeling, moving up one more flight and then making his way to his apartment. Digging out his keys, the vulpine opens his front door, and that's when he feels his dick throb even harder, causing him to moan out and stumble to the floor, the door remaining open. The fox shudders, wondering what the fuck is coming over him, but then his mind drifts to that dragon pounding his ass, feeding him that unbelievably huge dick, his ears becoming flooded with the sound of his pounding heartbeat. He yields all too easily to his lust, one hand stroking his rapidly expanding cock as the other starts to finger, then fist his own asshole, using the dragon's cum as lube.
Hours later, the fully changed fox was sleeping, muscles tightening under the shreds of his dress shirt, the tie still around his throat, though stretched around it like a collar and leash. He thrusts his hips up into the air towards nothing, white-and-black cum pouring out and onto the fox's body and into his open, panting mouth. The fox's ass twitches around his fist as the sound of a gunshot goes off, the vulpine's yellow eyes opening and then narrowing. He rolls over onto his feet and lurches up, growling quietly as he looks around and listens for additional noise, his cock's flow of cum slowing to a steady drool of precum as he removes his fist from his backside, fingers flexing to help restore feeling to them. Then two more gunshots fire off from the apartment below him, the fox staring down at the floor, then to the open door. Slowly, he begins to prowl into the hallway, drool falling freely from his muzzle as he growls, hunting the source of the sound.
Paul finally rolls Brandon's body off of David, though he doesn't help the tiger to his feet. David grunts as he gets up, dusting himself off. "I'm sorry," he says to Paul, but the giraffe shakes his head, heading into his room. "Just give me a minute," the larger male grumbles over his shoulder before closing the door. David stares at Brandon's corpse, the doberman's erection finally starting to ebb down and go limp, though those lifeless yellow eyes remained staring and fixated at the ceiling. He sighs softly, then tugs his pants back up over his ass, bending down to grab the gun and tuck it in his waistband behind him, pulling his shirt over it to cover the handle.
David waits for Paul to come out, sitting up a bit from the chair he was sitting on in the kitchen. He covered Brandon's body with a sheet while waiting, though there wasn't one long enough to fully cover the male, the doberman's feet sticking out from the bottom. Paul stares at David for a moment, then looking to Brandon. "What the fuck happened to him?" he asks. "Like I said, I think it has to do with that steroid we got yesterday," the tiger replies, tail flicking slowly, as if weighted by the responsibility he felt for the current situation. "I mean, I hope it isn't, but I don't know what else it could be. Their cum looks just like the stuff in the vial." Paul looks pissed now, glaring at his roommate a bit. "Why the fuck can't you and Robert stick to dealing the tried and tested stuff?" he growls, moving across the living room to grab the bat off the kitchen floor. The tiger's ears fold back and he can't even bring himself to make eye contact with the giraffe now. "How many of those vials did you pass out yesterday?" The tiger says, "Just shy of twenty...Most in the gym, but some in other neighborhoods." Paul snorts gently, considering the numbers... "Why the hell do you even have a gun, anyway?" "Well, I've been robbed before you started living with me. I never had to use it, though..." David slowly trails off, staring down at Brandon once again. But then both males jump, sharp pounding on the front door eliminating their time for introspection and evaluation of the situation before them. David reaches for his pistol, but Paul raises a hand to stop him. The giraffe moves to the front door, looking through the peephole with one hand gripping the bat tightly. He stares for a moment, then whispers, "It's the next door neighbor."
The badger pounds on the door again, accusing, "I know those gunshots were yours! I've called the police! They're on their way over here!" Paul pales at the mention of the police, looking over to the side towards Brandon's body. David hisses under his breath, "He's lying. The phones have been out since this morning. I tried calling the cops when I got to the gym, and they're all busy." The giraffe looks back through the peephole, muttering, "The old fucker actually has a shotgun." More pounding on the door. "Open the fuck up! This is a citizen's arrest! I'll shoot the goddamned doorknob off if you don't surrender!" Paul takes a deep breath, and then opens the door, raising his hands. The chubby old badger quickly raises his shotgun, training it on the larger giraffe, his eyes narrowed beneath bushy eyebrows. "Alright, back up into the apartment. I want to inspect the scene," he orders, Paul slowly stepping back to beside David. But that's when a huge orange thing suddenly tackles the badger, knocking him further into the hallway away from their front door. The shotgun fires off, blowing a blast of black blood and chunks of flesh and fox fur on the wall across the door. "Shit, what the fuck was that?!" Paul says, the badger crying out, "Get the fuck off me, faggurk!" before he notices David has been unnaturally quiet through all of this. He turns to look at David, who is staring at Brandon, the doberman's cock erecting once more, tenting up the sheet placed over him and wetting it slowly with his precum. Paul gapes at the sight like David does, before he snaps out of it after seeing the doberman's body twitch involuntarily, flopping like a dead fish. "We need to go! Go, go!" Paul hisses, finally grabbing David by the wrist and hauling him out into the hallway forcibly.
David starts to move of his own volition when they're in the hall and he's no longer stunned by Brandon's reanimating, both he and Paul staring at the scene before them. The fox's left leg is dangling by strands of flesh as he uses his right knee and the stump gouting black blood onto the floor for leverage as he facefucks the badger. The badger is reaching for his gun, having been knocked away, whimpering as his broken jaw can't do anything to prevent the fox's cock from jamming aggressively down his throat. Paul tugs David again, the two racing towards the stairs as Brandon rounds out of their apartment and stares at the badger, lunging in to tear the old man's pants off and start forcing his pre drooling cock up into the unprepared pucker. Outside the window in the stairwell, David watches the last of the day's sun crest down below the buildings across the street, seeing movement in the apartment building across the street through the windows. On the next floor, the same infected dragon David saw earlier is heading towards the flight of stairs the badger was closest to on the floor above, until a door opens and the dragon snarls, turning to lunge through the opening and grab whoever might have been foolish enough to check on what the commotion was. The giraffe and tiger finally burst out onto the street, staring down the road to see several people running away and screaming. "Run! RUN!" a horse screams at them.
David stares as he watches a bus swerve along the road, mowing some infected over and some uninfected as well, seeing the bus driver struggling with a much larger man, before he wrecks into the parking garage across the street. The two roommates finally get their feet to obey, rushing down the street with the other people hoping to be survivors. In front of them, the horse that warned them cries out as an infected bear comes out of the alley David had witnessed the fox and dragon in earlier, tackling the equine to the ground. The bear is so riddled with unreal muscle, he doesn't even waste time with the horse's clothes, pressing his dick against the man's covered pucker until his hips force the fabric to give way and rip, plunging his dick into the man's unlubed pucker to get a scream out of the horse's mouth. David skirts around the bear and horse, who is crying and begging for someone to help him, reaching out towards the tiger to grab at his ankle. Paul lifts the tiger out of the way, though, leaving the horse to curse at them both until an infected skunk comes and silences him with his virus-drooling dick. The tiger grits his teeth, keeping up with Paul as best he can, running awkwardly as he adjusts the front of his pants.
The truck's tires squeal as Chris takes a corner too sharply, trying to lose the Omegas that were waking up and leaving their hives to hunt for more infected. Some of them tried to chase the truck, but often would break off when easier prey presented itself, people coming home from work, or heading out for nighttime entertainment. The white tiger's eyes widen as he rounds a corner, witnessing a huge number of infected and their prey. An Omega bear and jackal were sandwiching a horse who was being fucked from either end in their grip, his muscles starting to swell out ever so slightly as he entered the first stage of exposure. "The sidewalk!" Gregory cries, pointing to a patch unoccupied by people running or infected. They drove past the fucking beasts, the Omegas completely ignoring them in favor of prey already upon their eager shafts, blissful, almost drugged looks on their faces as they pumped infection into the previously uninfected.
"Wait, wait!" the cheetah says, smacking Chris on the shoulder to try and get his attention. "What?!" the white tiger snarls. "Stop hitting me! We can't stop or we might get caught!" "But I'm pretty sure I saw that tiger from the Almae building! The one for the package!" Sure enough, there was that lean tiger with the line of piercings along his ear, running in the rear view mirror with a giraffe holding firmly onto his wrist to pull him further and faster than the tiger could run on his own. "Who gives a shit? He's already done his damage," Chris growls. "But he could have more samples of the virus. We might need it to help test the antivirus." The white tiger pauses when Gregory says that, his ears flicking back as he thinks about it. Finally, he jams on the break, causing the tires to squeal sharply. "Driver's seat," he orders the cheetah, hopping out of the truck's cab to draw his gun and raise it. "Get in the back!" he calls to Paul and David, firing shots at the Omegas as they drew close. When the giraffe gets close enough to the truck, he doesn't wait for David to try and climb over. Instead, the huge bodybuilder lifts and throws the tiger into the truck bed, causing David to grunt in pain as he lands hard on his side. The tiger isn't out of commission for long, though, moving to his knees and drawing his own gun to help provide cover fire while Paul vaults over the side of the truck into the bed in one smooth motion. Chris follows suit, finally pounding on the roof of the cab. "Hit it!" the white tiger growls, Gregory jamming his foot to the gas to tear further down the roadway. The Omegas continue to chase them for a period of time, until they finally lose interest, splitting up to try and find new, easier prey. All three relax in the truck bed as they watch the horde disperse. Paul looks to Chris and nods in appreciation. "Thanks for helping us, man," Paul says, David nodding his head in agreement, before looking away from the group to watch the road. His own arousal at what he saw disgusts him, ears folding back. How the hell could I enjoy that? he wonders to himself, teeth clenching tight. "No problem," Chris replies slowly, staring at the smaller tiger in thought as the four move on towards the lab Gregory hoped was safer than the city currently indicated it would be.
Warren taps a few notes into his tablet, then presses save, raising his head to look at Erick. "My Lord, this was the last of your security team, aside from the nonbeliever," he informs the lion. The lion was leaning back in his large leather chair, purring contentedly as a newly created Beta rhino rode eagerly on his cock. The lion slowly shifted his hips upward every time the rhino drove down, the muscled Beta groaning out in pleasure and spraying his Alpha with his infected cum each time the lion hilted in him. The fluid splatters onto the lion's fur, but then slowly evaporates into the skin, causing the lion to flex a little bit harder as his convert feeds him with strength. "Very good," the lion finally grunts, standing up with the rhino still on his cock. Each motion made the rhino gasp out and cum torrents, the Alpha's dick unyielding in its rigidity as it bounces the rhino in time with its own throbs and the lion's steps. He finally opens the doors to his personal quarters, pulling the rhino off his dick and slowly ushering him inside. "Join your brothers as our maintenance team," the lion commands, the rhino moving shakily into the dimly lit room. The lion closes the door after him, then turns back toward his desk. He doesn't go far, though, brow raising as Warren stands in the middle of the room before him, blocking his way to his desk as best an armadillo his size could.
"My Lord," the smaller male whimpers, "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but when is it my turn to become a Beta? I have served you most faithfully, have I not?" The lion watches the armadillo, still aroused despite his fear of asking something of his God, smirking a bit. "Perhaps you are right. Now that the key employees are converted, there remains only you," the lion purrs, slowly stepping towards the armadillo. When he is a sufficient distance, Warren begins to panic, closing his eyes as he fears he's offended his Lord by asking to be changed. A heavy thud sounds before him, opening his eyes to see the gloriously titanic cocktip of his Master filling his vision, drooling the tainted pre other people had been gifted with. "You have earned your place, Warren, faithful to us no matter what we asked of you," the lion says, on his knees so that his cock could more easily be reached by his devoted follower. "For this, you shall be aptly rewarded. Disrobe, and drink deeply." The armadillo needed no further encouragement, panting in excitement as he pulled his clothes off as fast as he could.
The lion remained motionless aside from the throbbing of his cock, feeling the armadillo press his lips against his drooling cocktip and start lapping up the pre. Warren laps up every drop he can, his hands wrapping around the shaft to start squeezing it. That's when the lion's tip flares, and the bottom-most of his ballsacks tightens, flooding the armadillo's mouth and drowning his body out in steady bursts of G-Virus. The armadillo sputters, but quickly recovers and fights back against the endless flow, gulping down as much as he can as he starts to feel something tickling inside his cock. He moans out, eyes closing as the transformative effects kick in, his mouth beginning to fit further and further around his Master's length until he's able to get the cockhead and the following few inches down his throat. Still more of the lion's corruptive cum flows into Warren, watching eagerly to see just what effect this virus might have on his assistant.