Biohazard Remake - Chapter Three
#4 of Biohazard Remake
The survivors continue on, taking steps to prepare something valuable, secure useful supplies, and struggle with their own pre-existing relationships.
Biohazard: San Marcos
Chapter Three: Needs
Night has fully settled into the sky above, David leaning against Paul as they drive through the city. Paul drapes one arm protectively over the smaller tiger, while staring at the larger white one in the truck bed with them. "So, where are you guys headed?" the giraffe finally asks. The white tiger pauses to think about it a moment before he says, "We're trying to find a lab to perform some tests on this contagion." Sitting up, David regards the stranger a bit more carefully. "Do you know what it is?" Chris nods in affirmation, about to start explaining a little bit more when suddenly the truck starts sputtering and choking up, running dangerously low on gas after their drive out of the city and back. "Shit," the white tiger growls, knocking on the rear window, then gesturing for Gregory to kill the truck before the noise gets any louder. Paul and David both tense, starting to look around as the truck slows, then stops, nervous that infected might be lurking nearby. The rear window slides open, the cheetah whispering, "Alright, this is close enough that we can walk. If we're careful, we can make it without getting caught. It's just a few blocks ahead."
Paul helps David get out of the truckbed, while Chris hops over on the driver's side. As the two roommates examine their situation, Chris goes to the driver's side door and opens it for Gregory, leaning his head in. "Listen," the white tiger growls under his breath, "be discreet. Tell them what they need to know, no more." The cheetah twitches an ear, nodding his head in agreement. "Don't have to tell me twice," he replies, before grabbing his steel briefcase and sliding out of the car. The four collect at the front of the truck. "Which way?" David asks, gun already drawn. "That building over there," he remarks, pointing to a brick building, lit up outside by a spotlight. "Let's go. Quietly," Chris stresses, before the four start sneaking down the street. They reach the building without so much as hearing an Omega's panting, though all four still had their ears perked and listening. Gregory tries to open the door, but the door is locked. The white tiger presses the cheetah to the side, reholstering his gun as he dips to one knee. He pulls a basic lockpicking set out of his pocket, starting to work on the lock. The other three stand around him in silence, until they start to hear the faintest hint of panting echoing from somewhere around them.
All four of them tense, David raising his gun to the ready. "Hurry," Paul whispers, Chris irritated as he spits back, "I am." The panting is slowly rising in volume, drawing closer to their location, Gregory about to reach for Chris's gun before the white tiger growls, "Got it" and swings the door open. All of them hurry inside, closing and locking the door behind them, drawing the blinds over the door and windows to block anything from seeing inside. Paul and Gregory both breath a sigh of relief, while David pulls out his phone to use as a flashlight. "Light switch is over there," he informs them, settling the beam on the switches near the front desk. "Don't," Chris says, "They could see it." David nods a bit, exhaling slowly as the four stand around in the pitch black. "Let's split up and look for the lab," Gregory whispers, wandering off as Chris follows behind him down the left hallway. Paul and David shrug and start down the right hallway, careful to not angle the flashlight at any windows as they do.
Paul and David walk mostly in silence, before Paul finally whispers, "You know, you have to get a grip." Where did that come from? David wonders, looking over to Paul in concern. "I saw you. You got an erection when Brandon was coming onto you, even though you knew he was infected. You got one when we were running away, too." The tiger's ears turn red, and his eyes fill with shame. "Sorry," he mutters, tail flagging a bit behind him. "I'm not trying to shame you, man, it's just..." Paul says slowly, before he stops and rests his hands on David's shoulders. "Look, I don't blame you for what's happening. I know you wouldn't have handed those vials out if you knew it would lead to all this." The tiger grimaces, shaking his head, before he mutters, "I'd like to think I wouldn't, but I'm still getting turned on by it. All that muscle, the size of their cocks, that look of bliss on their face...It's fucking erotic to me. I don't want it to be, considering what they're doing to people, but it turns me on." Paul stoops down, hugging the tiger against his massive body firmly. "Listen, man, you may get turned on by it, but I know you're in it to survive, and I know you can control yourself. If you couldn't, you would have willingly gotten with Brandon back at the apartment, or at the gym with Raz, or any of the guys we saw while running." Then Paul pulls back, a weak playful grin upon his lips. "You just have to keep it in your mind: 'Paul is all the muscle stud I need until this all gets sorted out.' These things can't compete with me, after all, can they?" David can't help but laugh at that, his ears perking up a bit. "Fucking tease," he responds, sounding a bit more light-hearted, before Paul stands back up and ruffles the tiger's hair gently. "Come on, let's keep looking," the giraffe says, draping one arm around David's shoulders as they walk, making them both feel like everything was normal, if only for a bit.
Gregory is leading down the hallway, feeling along the walls as he does. "We should have brought a flashlight," Chris complains quietly, following slowly behind the cheetah. "It's always the little things you forget during an epidemic," Gregory says, a bit of mockery to his voice. "Fuck you," is the growled response. Rounding a corner, the cheetah halts, causing Chris to bump into him. "Look," the cheetah whispers, pointing at a door. There's light filtering from underneath it, two shadows breaking the light, looking like a pair of legs twitching back and forth. The two keep edging forward slowly, soft panting able to be heard through the door. Chris reaches for his gun, but the cheetah shakes his head, tapping his ear to indicate that Omegas would hear the gunshot. Instead, the cheetah rests his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly so as to make no noise that an Omega could hear. Slowly, more light filters into the hallway as the door is opened, giving the two room to look and see what is moving and panting in there.
Imagine their surprise when they don't see any infected, but a lean, athletic leopard fucking a skinny little goth raccoon up the ass, the raccoon's lab coat resting up along his back. The raccoon moans out in pleasure each time the leopard forces himself in, gripping onto the corner of a desk, dick bobbing back and forth from the thrusts of the more muscular male above him. "Aw, what the fuck," Chris growls. "Found the lab at least," Gregory quickly replies, his eyes making no guesses as to what they're looking at. The leopard and the raccoon jump at the sudden voices, the raccoon hunching up to make the leopard's dick come out of his ass, struggling to get his pants out as he stammers in embarrassment. The leopard, however, is all too eager to speak for the both of them, growling at the two new faces, "The door says, 'Authorized Personnel Only', assholes. You mind fucking right the hell off so we can get back to it?" The leopard grabs the raccoon's pants by the rear of the waistband, preventing him from covering up his ass. The lab tech is blushing furiously now, left with his ass hanging in the breeze, literally as he tries to back up the leopard, "Um...We're closed anyway..."
Behind them, a door opens on the far side of the room, David shutting off his flashlight when he and Paul step in. "Robert?!" David says in shock, his eyes wide. "What are you doing here?" Paul seems far less excited to see the leopard, closing the door behind them. "Oh, David...Are these guys with you?" Robert finally seems to be less angry, his Cheshire-style grin spreading across his lips. "Your lover and that white tiger can stay. The cheetah, though...Not sure I'm feeling that one." Paul grits his teeth, about ready to step forward and make the leopard choke on his own teeth, but David stops him from moving by nudging him carefully. "This is an emergency. They need this lab so we can try and understand what the hell is going on outside," David explains, stepping forward as he pulls the leopard's hand off the raccoon's pants, who gratefully tugs them up and fastens them. "You're going to have to think with your dick a little later," Paul growls at the leopard. Robert is quick to flip off the huge giraffe, but then David is pulling up the leopard's pants for him, tucking in the other cat's erection as Robert grins at him. "Fine, fuck it. You know I can't say no to you, stripes," he purrs at David, before hugging the tiger to him. "So, what are we dealing with here?" he whispers to the tiger, trying to give the appearance that he's just grinding up against the taller feline.
Paul doesn't look pleased at the two being close, strolling across the room to help Gregory set up at one of the lab stations. David watches the raccoon join them, then utters under his breath, "The steroid we got handed from Almae? It's having some kind of effect on people. Bad. Turning them into hulking killers and rapists." Robert narrows his eyes, watching the other four make themselves at home in the lab. "Bullshit," the leopard hisses under his breath. "It's true," David whispers. "We got attacked by them in our home, the gym is completely decimated and home to three of them, and they're attacking people in the streets." Both of the men jump when Gregory says right next to them, "Infecting, not just attacking." The leopard narrows his eyes at the cheetah, before he lets David go and faces the stranger. Gregory offers a polite smile, his hand going out. "I figure since we don't know each other, I'd introduce myself and my partner over there," he offers. "I'm Gregory, that's Chris." Chris speaks up quickly, "We're SMPD. Off duty cop," he points to himself, "lab tech," and points to Gregory. Robert examines the hand of the cheetah before he ignores it. "Robert," he grumbles. "And that little fuckboy over there you so rudely interrupted me with is Zachary." The raccoon blushes again, his dyed black hair getting combed away from his eyes as he looks through a microscope at the sample Gregory set up. "Um, what is it I'm looking at here?" the raccoon asks meekly, adjusting the magnification on the scope. Gregory ignores Robert's slight and moves back over to where they set up, passing some documents to Zachary. "Here. This is all the documentation we have on the O-Virus. You can catch up faster if you read these," he remarks. Robert watches them work for all of one second before he sighs in exasperation and growls, "I'm going to get something to eat," stalking out the door Chris and Gregory entered the room through. David is quick to follow, since he hadn't eaten much all day. The tiger says over his shoulder, "I'll bring some back," before disappearing around the corner after Robert. Paul watches them leave, before scowling a bit and leaning against the nearest wall. "Not a fan of that rude cat?" Chris asks him. Paul shakes his head no, warning the white tiger, "The leopard is the definition of 'bad influence', especially where David is concerned."
Robert grabs a bag of chips, tearing it open to start eating the barbecue-flavored crisps. "I didn't know you worked in a doctor's office," David says jokingly as he walks in behind him, starting to rummage through the cabinets for food to bring to the other four. "Hell no. Normal jobs aren't for me," the leopard says, probably more proudly than he should have. "I just fuck that twink so he keeps us stocked on syringes and needles." The tiger rests a few more bags of chips on the counter, before teasing the leopard with, "I always wondered if you paid for them yourself or not." The leopard grins a bit as he watches the tiger dig through the cabinets, seeing that lean swimmer's build stretch underneath the tight, blood-and-pre-stained white shirt. He sidles closer to the other feline, wrapping his arms around the tiger's waist so that the other male can feel his erection through both layers of denim against his ass. "Tell me the truth, man. The roids we dealt out...What's really going on?" David thinks on the issue a moment, before he turns in the smaller cat's arms, both men's dicks now hard against each other. "It was unreal, man," the tiger recalls. "They get huge. Completely blows our usual stuff out of the water, in terms of muscle size and dick size." The leopard stares into space, thinking quietly at the words, until he asks, "You mean, even their dicks grow on this stuff?" "Arm length, just as thick, on most of the ones I've seen. But it's not just the roids anymore...I mean, I never even gave the stuff to Raz, yet he turned too. I guess Gregory is right...They infect us and turn us into them." The two men sit silently, both achingly hard under their pants as they think about it. "Did you bring the vials with you?" Robert finally asks, breaking the silence. David shakes his head. "They're sitting on my kitchen table, with my backpack," he replies. "Fuck," the leopard mutters, his ears folding back. David watches his friend's face, his brows raising a bit. "Dude, you better not be thinking what I think you are." He grips Robert's arms and growls a bit, "Promise me." The leopard looks amused for a second. "Aww, stripes...Are you saying you care about me?" Robert leans in slowly, kissing the tiger upon the lips. It's at that moment that Paul clears his throat, brow narrowed at the sight, causing David to pull back from the leopard. "You guys were taking forever," he mutters, storming in to grab up the bags of chips David had found and carry them back to the lab. David watches Paul go, before he gently bucks Robert away from him. "C'mon, man. Let's go." Robert stares at Paul as he leaves too, before he smirks, trailing after them slowly.
"Hand me that sample," Gregory asks of Zach, his hand out expectantly as the raccoon obliges. Paul walks in carrying the food, followed closely by David and then Robert. "So, what is it you're working on, anyway?" David asks curiously, looking over Gregory's shoulder as Paul passes the food out. Gregory lifts his eyes from the microscope, glancing over to Chris momentarily before he states, "I was working on a cure back at the precinct as the earliest responses came in. We were trying to find unused samples of the virus to test it on, but our leads on a dealer fell through." The white tiger levels his gaze at David. "If we can find those samples, the antivirus will be a lot easier to fix," Chris explains. The smaller tiger grunts softly, his ears splaying back as the idea of police asking about his business all too unnerving. David finally mutters, "I'm pretty sure there was someone distributing something like that at our gym. I can probably search his apartment and see if I come up with anything." Surprisingly enough, the leopard states, "I should go with him. If shit's as serious as stripes is saying here, no one should be going out alone." The giraffe is not pleased with the idea one bit, saying, "If you two are going, you could probably use another hand. I don't think either of you could fight those things off." But the white tiger shakes his head, remarking, "Actually, you're coming with me. We need to try and get some tools and weapons for survival, and you could help me carry back twice as much." Paul narrows his brow at Robert, who was flashing him somewhat of a challenging grin, but he couldn't argue with the logic. "Let's get these desks against the doors, so we can get some sleep in here," Paul finally mutters, moving to start sliding a desk towards the door on the far end of the room as Chris barricades the one closest to the group.
On the top floor of the Almae Biologistics building, Erick was pacing back and forth, staring out the window at the city as the sun started to slowly ascend over the horizon. He was beginning to feel pent up. Not out of sexual need, nor by his office, but by the city below. It isn't enough, he thinks to himself, I need more. And why shouldn't I have it? The lion stops pacing to rest one hand on the metal framing around the window he was standing near. His eyes narrow as he considers the horizon, the cities and people that existed beyond it. His lips parted a bit as he exhaled strongly. The distance only reminded him of all the potential followers out there, all the potential muscle, and him with the potential to rule it all: a divine, awe-inspiring God that showed the world the true way to salvation. Just the thought of such reach made him gasp in pleasure, his cock flexing and releasing a thick blast of cum onto his window to obscure the view of the city below. He stared at the white-and-black fluid as it slowly slid down the window, before gruffing loudly. The double doors to his private chambers opened slowly, a muscular Beta tiger moving out of the room to stand at attention before his Alpha. "Clean it," the lion instructs, gesturing to the window as he starts to walk towards the doors the Beta had come through. As he disappears into his private quarters, the Beta kneels before the window, purring in gratitude as he slowly laps up his Master's cum from the window.
Inside the lion's personal quarters, the lion slowly steps down into a pool filled with infected cum, his eyes half-lidding as he feels the fluid slowly course into his body and fill him with energy and strength. His eyes cast over to the Betas standing along the wall at attention, grunting quietly at them. The Betas move forward and line along the edge of the pool, slowly working their hands over their shafts to start climaxing almost simultaneously. Each one of the Betas pant in excitement at being able to feed their Alpha their strength, the sight looking like fountains of colossal bodybuilders spraying an endless flow of their cum out onto their Master. The lion lays back in the pool, his own erection like a towering monument from out of the white-and-black fluid, slowly drooling his own fluids to add to the collective ones he rests in. The cum bath only covers the lion up to midway of his chest, his pectorals and the tips of his abdomen untouched by the fluid. Finally, the lion rests his eyes, settling in for the duration of the day as his followers work feverishly to pleasure themselves for his benefit.
"They can't hear well, they aren't intelligent enough to track you over long distances, and, if one of you gets caught, don't try to help them. It's a harsh thing to say, but two infected will focus on the first person they catch, so the other could still survive unscathed. Infection has to be done internally, or through open wounds. Getting it on your fur won't do anything to you other than make you sticky, so you still can get away if that's the case, if you're able to lose the one that's after you," Gregory informs the rest, checking his watch after. "Some of them might actually have gone long enough without orgasm at this point that they'll start fighting each other to copulate. If they're fighting or fucking one another, they'll ignore you unless you draw attention to yourself. So use that to your advantage, if you can." Everyone is now staring at him intently. "How do you know so much about all of this?" David asks, genuinely curious. Completely oblivious that Gregory was actually the one who researched this at Almae, Zac raises the papers, saying, "They're very thorough." "We'll stay here and keep working on the antidote. Be careful, and good luck, everyone," Greg says. Chris lifts his gun and offers it to Gregory. "You sure you don't want this?" the white tiger asks, raising a brow. "No, we should be fine. We can hear if anyone breaks in and hide if it comes to it," the cheetah replies, before settling in on his research once more.
Chris moves to Paul and thumps the guy on the shoulder. "Come on, daylight isn't unlimited." The giraffe looks at Chris and nods, before watching David. "Hey," he says to the tiger, stepping over to him. "You don't risk your ass for anything stupid, you hear me?" David chuckles nervously, rubbing the side of his throat as he considers what he and Robert are going to be heading back towards, murmuring, "I don't think risk free even factors into this shit." Paul nods solemnly, giving David one hard look as though it might be his last. "Listen," Paul starts, but then Chris is growling, "Come on. This sun isn't going to freeze in place for this shit." Time was limited, indeed, Paul giving a sight before he dips down to kiss David upon the forehead. "Later," he says, moving to join Chris and depart on their mission. After watching that whole exchange, Robert can't help but chuckle at David, remarking, "Gee, I wonder why everyone thinks you two are fucking." The tiger rolls his eyes. "Seriously, it's not the time," David growls at the leopard, finally walking out of the lab, tailed after by Robert. "Oh, shit, I forgot something. I'll meet you out front," the leopard curses, moving back to the lab really quick. The tiger stands by the front door, peeking out the blinds to see if any infected are in the street, when Robert finally comes along. "Alright, let's hit it." A nod is given to Robert, and then the two slip outside, rushing in the direction of the mess David just escaped the night prior.
Paul and Chris make their way to the Police Station, the roads mostly clear due to the time of day. The few Omegas roaming around seemed to be tense with need, eyes sweeping around rapidly for uninfected. A few of them were already fighting or fucking other Omegas, giving the two survivors more than enough opportunity to slip by. Drawing up on the police station, Chris halts them and they duck behind a car. Standing perimeter around the station are more of those tactical armored infected, what Greg called 'Betas'. "I've seen these before," Chris whispers to Paul. "They were standing guard around the outside of town and actually fired guns at us." "Great," Paul mutters under his breath, "An infected SWAT team. How are we going to get inside?" The white tiger shakes his head in the negative, not confident in their ability to do so. "So what, then?" the giraffe questions, watching carefully through a car window to make sure the Betas don't move in a position to see them. Chris thinks for a moment and then says, "There might be other places we can find weaponry. I'm willing to bet they didn't think about pawn shops or hunting stores." Paul nods, informing the other, "There's a pawn shop a few blocks over. We can give that a shot." They creep off so as to not be spotted by the Betas, making their way to try and salvage the hunt for weapons.
David and Robert finally return to where David fled from once already, the sun now overhead at noon as they draw close to their apartment building. The road had been a bit more treacherous on their end, a few Omegas having caught uninfected who had been trying to move during day like they had, so they had to take back roads and the longer way around, resulting in a far longer walk. "Finally made it," David said, exhaling in relief. "Yeah. Let's finish this up," Robert growls softly, before bolting into the apartment building and out of sight of the tiger. "Slow down!" David hisses under his breath, carefully following after him. But Robert is already up the stairs in a hurry, the only sight the disappearing leopard tail up the nearest stairwell. "Robert!" he whispers again, moving to the stairs to ascend two flights. His eyes focus on the dried tar blood as he reaches the third floor, where the badger had been pinned just about half a day ago. There was also dried infected cum there as well, ears folding back as he stares at the open door. They never did close it as they left, carefully peeking around the corner to see Robert standing there, gaping at the sight.
In a pile in his apartment is the fox, badger, and Brandon. The fox and badger each have slowly changing infected on their cocks: otters, and brothers from the looks of it, their bodies undergoing the slow, gradual growth on the early stages of infection before the massive growth and black veins set in. He didn't recognize the otters from the building, and since the front door to the building weren't broken or bashed out, he could only surmise that there must be another entrance to the building. After all, that dragon had found a way inside from outside, and the infected didn't seem like the door-opening type. Standing in the middle of the room, staring at the five, Robert whispers, "Holy shit, you were right...It's fucking magnificent," clearly focused on Brandon's unattended cock and body. The doberman might have been without prey, but his dick was still erect and drooling precum all over his shaft, making it glisten in the sunlight that crept in through the windows. His body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, causing his already short fur to lay even tighter to his flesh, making his infected muscles appear oiled and far more impressive than his other infected cohorts. It truly was one hell of a sight, David had to admit, staring himself for a second before he snaps out of it and whispers, "Let's get what we came here for."
Robert nods his head, scanning around the apartment before he spots and moves towards the backpack dropped on the floor in the kitchen. He picks it up and rustles around inside the unzipped pack, pulling out a vial and syringe, rubber-banded together. "This is it," he whispers to David. He suddenly turns to face David, panting a bit more softly than the infected sleeping a few feet away. "Let's do it. Let's become one of them," Robert urges, his teeth already tearing open the syringe packaging, assembling the plunger and needle. David is stunned, staring helplessly at the sight and words the leopard said. "What are you talking about?!" he hisses, stepping forward a bit to try and take the vial and backpack from the leopard. Robert willingly gives the backpack to David, but only so he can quickly draw fluid out of the vial and jab it into his left quadricep through his pants now that his hands are free. The leopard grits his teeth and then purrs softly, slowly starting to undress himself before the awe-struck tiger. "This is exactly why we dealt steroids to begin with, remember? Our love of muscle. Our love of fucking and getting fucked by muscular guys. We wanted them to get bigger, stronger, sexier, and this does exactly that," Robert says in his lowest, most seductive voice, grining at David afterwards. "Why wouldn't we give into this? A life like this is what we always wanted!"
The tiger can't believe what he's hearing. He also can't believe he's getting turned on at the idea of giving in, his breathing becoming labored as well as Robert collects the syringe and vial into one hand and draws closer to David. The leopard kisses gently at his throat, making the tiger's eyes flutter closed as the ideas and sensations Robert are planting into his head run wild, fueling his sexual fantasies. Slowly, the leopard starts drawing David towards the three sleeping beasts, letting them both get a good whiff of the doberman's untended arousal. "I know you hate needles," the leopard whispers into the tiger's ear, turning the leopard to face the muscular dog, that slick cock throbbing with need before David's eyes as Robert continues, "But we have a huge 'syringe' right here that I know you'd love to get 'injected' with." Wetting his lips, the tiger slowly begins to reach out towards that 'syringe', watching it continue to ooze glistening infectious fluid all over that arm-length, two-liter thick cock. "That's it, man. This is what we've always fantasized about, and you know it. Fuck Paul's morality, you know I'm the one who knows what you want best." Paul...The tiger's hand halts and retracts, shaking his head. He grits his teeth and stares at Robert, stepping back from the infected, including the newly infected leopard. "Except Paul knows that I deserve better," he growls quietly towards Robert.
The leopard looks furious. "I fucking knew it. You do love that piece of shit, don't you? I fucking gave you a livelihood, I accept you for who you are, and I know you better than you know yourself," Robert snarls in return. "I mean, look at you. Your dick is hard, your body is heated. Fuck, you actually leaked pre through your pants, you fucking slut. And I love you for it. If Paul could see you now, he'd be fucking disgusted and want nothing more to do with you." Robert presses the needle into the vial once more, pulling the rest of the fluid into it as whispers to the tiger, "You used to trust me to know what was best for you. Now it's Paul? I have known you longer, and I give you no judgments whatsoever. Give me your arm, David. Please..." There's that hint of desperation and loneliness seeping through the leopard's voice towards the end, not lost on the tiger's ears. Pity is all that David's eyes hold for the leopard drawing the syringe closer to the tiger's arm, his ears folding back. "I'm sorry," the tiger whispers, before he raises his hands and shoves the leopard back against Brandon's towering cock. "You stupid bitch," Robert growls, propping himself up with his free hand against the erection behind him, starting to move towards David again.
But he gets not even one step forward before he's snared around the ankle by the doberman, now awake from the contact on his cock, the needle tumbling away from Robert to rest, still full, against the overturned sofa. Brandon growls in need as he hoists Robert up effortlessly, jamming the tip of his dick into the leopard and painting his insides with infected precum. The doberman rolls over, pinning Robert to the floor as he uses the lubricant of his own pre to start fucking Robert furiously, pent up cum already gushing in gallons from his huge cock without ceasing, causing it to spray out upon his own crotch from the leopard's ass. "Paul already lost Brandon because of me. This city is falling apart because of me. I'm not so selfish as to enjoy or give into that," the leopard whispers quietly as the look of bliss spreads over Brandon's face, fucking his cum deeper into the leopard's ass as his knot batters brutally against his prey's ass. "You always were a fucking pussy, David. But you are enjoying this. You'll give in soon enough. Mark my fucking words. You're going to be infected, and you're going to enjoy every second of it. You're too much of a fucking slut to hold out forever," the leopard growls, feeling that massive cock decimate his internal organs. David could still feel his own erection straining against his pants proof enough that Robert might be right. But Paul? He owes it to him to try and be better. He zips up the backpack in a hurry, slinging it over his shoulders as he rushes out the door.
"Yeah, better hurry, David. Don't want to be late getting back," Robert said, coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth as David escaped. Even though none of his infection effects set in yet, the leopard is giving over to the doberman eagerly, using the majority of his fading strength to jam himself back as Brandon drills forward. The two colliding in such a way made the knot pop into him, shattering his bones with a sickening crunch, feeling fuller than he ever had in his entire life. Despite the pain of bones breaking, organs destroying, and generally dying coursing through his body, the leopard grins at the doberman throbbing and cumming torrents in his ruined ass, weakly rubbing his fingers along the doberman's muscled stomach. This was exactly what he wanted -- needed -- and he knew David would be on his side again soon enough. Once he got back to the laboratory, the tiger would learn that there was no other option left to him, anyway.