Biohazard Remake - Chapter Five
#6 of Biohazard Remake
Everyone converges on the Almae Building, and Paul meets his new Alpha.
Biohazard: San Marcos
Chapter Five: Dissolution
Paul steps out of the elevator onto the executive floor of the Almae building, the town's lights twinkling out the tinted window across from him. The giraffe has no idea how he knows where to go, Warren having told him that he would find his way easier than he would think. True enough, his feet carry him down a hall, passing numerous empty offices and Beta infected, patrolling the floor to keep their Master safe. Eventually, the giraffe finds himself at a reception area that felt right to him, yellow eyes locking with a smaller, yet no less impressively muscled jackal sitting behind the reception desk. The two stare into each others' yellow eyes for a moment before the jackal slowly enters the passcode for the CEO's office. The giraffe steps towards the opening doors, his eyes wide and his heart racing at what might be on the other side.
The sight didn't disappoint. The lion, his God, is standing before his desk, exactly as he appeared in his dream, and Paul can't stop himself from drinking in the sight. Slowly, calves tense on the lion as he starts to step toward the new addition Warren brought into the fold, thick, corded thighs making his movements look like they were powered by pistons rather than muscle. Both men's erections were bobbing eagerly, tentacles drooling precum in Paul's cock to give it the illusion of precumming on its own, both mens' fluids spattering loudly on the marble beneath them. Erick slowly drew close to the giraffe that stood just a foot shy of his own height, their cocks colliding and then pressing against each other like two towers, fighting for supremacy, leaving both men panting in excitement. "Welcome, our newest convert," Erick breathes as he wraps one massive forearm around the giraffe's waist, flexing his unnaturally huge bicep to grind the twos' cocks together firmly. The giraffe could barely stand upon his own strength, held up only by the lion as his eyes roll back in his head and he starts pouring cum from his cock onto himself and his Master. The lion doesn't seem to complain, growling pleasurably at the influx of strength the fluid gives him as it's absorbed through his fur and skin. "We understand you were with some misguided souls, struggling against this sort of pleasure," the lion rumbles, the noise vibrating the giraffe and stimulating the endless orgasm further. Paul swallows desperately, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he manages to moan out, "Yes, my Lord." The lion's free hand starts to slide along the giraffe's cock, continuing to encourage the smaller-albeit-massive man to feed him with his pleasure. "Tell us, what progress have they made with their plan?" "They're coming here. They're coming to make the antivirus," the giraffe pants out amid his endless flow of cum, his climaxing tentacles starting to expose themselves from the tip of his erection to reveal themselves as the only source of the fluid from the giraffe's cock.
Erick considers the idea of the traitors returning to this building, but only smirks. 'Dissolution' was a pipe dream, and they were so eagerly walking right back into his den. There was really no need to fear, and this giraffe was quite the impressive specimen...The lion slowly leans around the two massive cocks to whisper to Paul, "They want to stop all of this. You won't let them, though, will you?" Paul shudders and squeezes himself to his arousal and his Master's eagerly at the seductive sound of Erick's voice in his ears. "No, my Lord. I will show them there is no greater pleasure in this world than being part of your flock," the giraffe moans, before he's spun and propped against the wall so easily, one of the lion's hands resting upon the upper part of his back to lean him forward. The giraffe's dick is what he presses against moreso than the wall itself, his huge cock throbbing against the wall as the lion murmurs, "Such devotion truly deserves a reward," starting to fit his colossal black-veined cock up the giraffe's ass, who was quite possibly the only male outside of Warren whose size didn't make the idea of hilting his cock without damaging them a foregone conclusion. The giraffe is feeling faint at his God's cock going up into him until the lion's hips can be felt against his muscled glutes, his fingers clenching against the walls as he pushes back all too eagerly, the lion's corruptive cum already starting to pour into him and enhance his bond to his Alpha.
Christopher's fingers slowly lift up the metal plating that covers the ladder into the sewer, glancing around carefully in the dimly lit basement. "Looks clear," he whispers, before slowly sliding the plating to the side and climbing out. David climbs out next, turning to reach his hand down to help the cheetah up. Once they're all in, they replace the plating, trying to throw off the Omegas that might have followed them in the sewers this far. "Careful and quiet," Christopher hisses, continuing to keep his ears perked and listening, "This is where it all started, and their leader is around here somewhere." "Not to mention any possible Betas or other infected," Gregory whispers. David raises a brow, looking to Gregory. "Only Omegas pant. The higher tier infected adapt better to their mutations, so their bodies aren't constantly hungry for more oxygen. Staying quiet is your only defense against them, because you can't count on their panting or their overworked hearts to drown out their hearing." The answer only made the tiger more suspicious about who these two people really were, his eyes narrowing a bit before he hears Chris say, "This should do it." Greg and David stare at each other for a moment longer before they go to join the white tiger by the electrical panel he found. Chris is flipping more breakers off, cutting electricity to the security cameras and electronic locks to make their movement through the building easier.
The three start for the stairs, before Gregory stops them at the foot of them, whispering, "There's a medical lab on the 12th floor. That's where I need to go." Chris nods and says, "Let's go, then." Greg shakes his head. "No, we need to split up. I need you two to get the shutters down on the ground floor, so we don't have infected overwhelming us." There's no enthusiasm for the plan on Chris's face, his brow narrowing as he replies, "That doesn't sound particularly safe. You could at least take the kid with you." The cheetah gives a half-hearted chuckle, shaking his head. "Not to be negative, but if something finds us in here, we're not likely to walk out of here uninfected, no matter who we have as backup. But," he continues, focusing back on the task at hand, "we need 'Dissolution'. If we have that, the tide of this thing changes. And besides, it would be safer for me if you two were out there, making distractions and ensuring we aren't overrun." David is staring at the both of them now, fully convinced that the two weren't just cops. "Come on," Chris finally says to him, snapping the smaller tiger out of his suspicious thoughts. And then the three move up the stairwell.
Gregory parts ways with the two at the ground floor, then continues up the stairs, clutching David's backpack and his briefcase tightly. Things were going to be tricky. What if his research team was still in there, infected, just waiting for him? What if the cure didn't work? His mind was racing as he did, doing his cheetah ancestors proud with the speed he put forth despite his out-of-shape body. Soon, he was on the 12th floor, opening the door a crack so he could look through it. The hallway looked empty, and he didn't hear any noise. Greg steps out into the hall, moving through it as swiftly as he could. It was important he didn't rush too fast, though, pausing at every corner, peering around it carefully to make sure he didn't run into any infected. Finally making it to the lab, the cheetah enters the sealed room slowly, the soft hiss of entering a controlled area sounding both on opening the door and closing it. The chemical lab was empty, the lights dimmed down due to operating on the separate reserve generators, thanks to Chris's power cutting. He didn't like this. It seemed all too easy, but he didn't have the time to question it. They had less than a day left to them before it was all over. He set up immediately, opening his briefcase and fishing out some of the O-Virus samples from David's backpack. A pause was given to take a deep breath, before he starts working feverishly on refining the antivirus base.
The Beta wolf sitting behind the security desk furrows his brow as the security feeds cut and go to black. The infected tries pressing some switches to restore the cameras, but nothing seemed to work. Growling quietly before he presses a button on the desk, the muscled wolf stands up to go investigate the problem. As the wolf steps out, Chris and David slip in, the two going behind the desk to examine the situation. "Shit, he hit the silent alarm. So much for the element of surprise," Chris grumbles, pressing the button to turn off the alarm. If they were lucky, perhaps the lion hadn't noticed it, being on for such a short time. David finally had to question the larger male, growling, "You and Greg aren't police, are you? You know too much about this place and what's going on here." Chris twitches an ear, pressing the button to lower the building's shutters, the steel reinforced fencing slowly dropping down in place. Once they reached the flooring, they lock into place with a slow click of the gears. Chris then pauses and says, "We used to work here. I was security and Greg helped work on this virus. When he realized what was happening with the virus they were working on, he and I tried to stop it. Stole the 'Dissolution' research, and tried to find you to stop you from distributing the virus." David felt a bit of relief while Chris pulled out the panel, taking out his knife to cut through the wiring so the shutters couldn't be raised back up. So someone is just as responsible for this mess as I am, David thought to himself. But it didn't change his guilt over Paul. "Guess we're all making mistakes today," David finally mutters.
That's when the elevator dings, doors sliding open to reveal the massively muscled giraffe, grinning wide. "I wouldn't call it a mistake, personally," Paul suddenly said, stepping out of the elevator. The giraffe regards the two, rolling his titanic delts in a shrug. "After all, mistake implies that this wasn't meant to be." The two behind the security desk tense, standing up as Chris starts to raise his shotgun, but Paul lashes a tentacle out of his erect cock with rapid speed, grabbing the weapon out of Chris's hand to toss it to the side. David takes a step back behind Chris, his eyes staring intently at the unnaturally muscled man that was his roommate, Chris growling as Paul draws closer. "Our Lord wishes to see you both," Paul said, smiling at David as he adds, "Especially you. You have done so much for us, and started the world down the path to becoming paradise." David growls out, "Paul, this isn't you...You don't know what you're doing." But that doesn't seem to get through to the giraffe, Paul laughing a bit before he shoots back, "The only thing that's wrong about what's happening is you aren't with me on this. I mean, think about it, Robert is gone, Brandon is gone. We have no more obstacles. We can be together, at last." David flinches at the words, ears folding back. The tiger moves his hands behind his back, looking down a bit, thinking about what Paul said. "It's you and me, man. It has been for a while now. So come on. Let's go start our future together," Paul purrs gently, stretching his hand outward towards David. Chris grits his teeth as David starts walking forward, raising his hand to try and stop him, but then hesitating. "That's right, just give in already," Paul murmurs, looking quite pleased as the smaller tiger moves closer with the larger one making no effort to stop him.
But that's when David drops something at Paul's feet, lit and hissing as he bolts off to the left. Chris follows suit, sprinting after David towards the stairs as the twenty smoke bomb firecrackers David pulled out of Chris's duffle while he was behind him start spewing forth multi-colored smoke into the lobby, obscuring Paul's vision of the two. Paul lashes his tentacles out to try and grab at them through the smoke, but snarls as the scaled appendages slam unsuccessfully into the wall. The giraffe's ears twitch as he hears the door close to the stairs, snorting quietly as the smoke bombs start dying down seconds later. "Some people just don't know what's good for them, I swear," he growls, before charging after them quickly, slamming through the door to break it off its hinges and send the metal door clattering to the bottom of the stairwell. His yellow eyes lift to look up the stairwell, staring at a set of feet a few flights up. He grunts deeply as he shoots two of his tentacles up and through the railing to grab whoever it is, tugging sharply once around the furred ankle and waist they snare around to cause the man he caught to tumble over the railing and back down towards him. His free tentacle catches Chris around the throat as he falls, tightening it and dragging the male in to stare eye-to-eye with the white tiger, growling bitterly, "You turned the love of my life against me. He was mine, and now he'd rather be with you? You son of a bitch." Chris struggles to get his claws under the tentacle that was tightening on his throat, sputtering, "You're fucking crazy. That's the virus talking. He wants to cure you." Paul just laughs at that, before he punches Chris in the gut, the white tiger's eyes widening as he feels the devastating power of that punch. He hacks up a bit of blood as Paul relaxes his tentacle a bit, the giraffe murmuring, "He doesn't know any better. He will, though. I'm not ready to give up on him." Paul finally binds Chris around the wrists and legs with his other two tentacles, smiling as he continues, "He's always made stupid mistakes his whole life, and I've never begrudged him for it before. Like listening to Robert. He's just too trusting of bad influences, you know? I just need to get through to him." Then his eyes narrow again, snorting gently at the white tiger in his grip. "But first, let's deal with you. It's time for you to be judged for your transgressions against our Lord," he growls at Chris, hefting him up and holding him midair before him with his tentacles alone. Paul walks back toward the elevator, pressing the button for the executive level, smirking a bit as the doors close. This was going to be good.
Gregory is certain he's done it, watching the O-Virus slowly disappear from the clear fluid in the vial as he adds an eye dropper's worth of the completed 'Dissolution' into it. His eyes reflect how pleased he is, moving quickly to start drawing the amount of the antivirus into as many syringes as he could. He could only make five doses of the cure, but he was certain he could make more with enough time; they just didn't have it, unfortunately. But this was enough, at the least, to stop the Alpha. This would keep the pack viruses in check. Succeeding made him pleased, almost feeling invulnerable. If he could do this, there was nothing he couldn't do. He straightened his back, feeling along his flat abdomen, the ridges of abdominal muscles peeking out from under his fur and skin slightly. That's when he halts, eyes widening: He'd always had a weight problem...
But how did I get infected?! the cheetah screams internally, his fingers quickly pressing all over his body looking for any sort of cuts or injection spots, the slight growth of muscle spreading across his body as the virus begins spreading its hold within him. No punctures, no cuts whatsoever. Examining himself was starting to make him aroused, eyes narrowing as he tries to focus through it to figure this problem out. He whips around, looking closer at his surroundings. And that's when he sees it: puffs of vapor coming out of the air vents. How could he have been so stupid...The cheetah steps forward on slowly growing muscles, climbing up onto a desk in the lab to reach the vent and unscrew it. Once the vent cover is dropped to the ground with a slight clang, he lifts his head into the vents to look and see what's happening, using his cellphone for a flashlight. There, he saw what became of his research team.
On either side of him, as if huddling around the open air vent, two pair of giant testacles attached to no discernable body have lab coats draped over them, one of them clipped with a name tag: Adam. The balls are easily as huge as a person might be, though they were squeezed by the tight confines of the air duct. The balls swell a bit, as if they're breathing, black veins pulsing along the flesh covering them. Then they shudder and deflate again, 'exhaling' out a mist of molecular G-Virus-rich cum right into Gregory's face. The cheetah snarls and waves the stuff away from his face, but then his eyes start to stare a bit more intently at those massive cocks, tightly packed in the air vent and throbbing in such need. Slowly, his face drifts closer, eyes half-lidding as his lips part, tongue lolling out as he starts to pant very softly. His own erection aches under his pants, throbbing and slowly growing in time with the rest of his musculature. But, just as he was about to lick the cock misting cum onto his face and open mouth, he hears an echo from outside in the hallways, "Greg?!"
Shit, shit, shit, he thinks, snapping back to his senses as he drops off the desk and rushes to the syringes loaded with cures, carrying them out of the lab. He makes sure to seal the door behind him, teeth clenching as he starts to rush down the hall towards the sound of the voice. But that's when the growth sets in stronger, a moan echoing in the hall from his throat as he falls against the wall and sags to the floor, eyes focusing on his body as it starts to fill out his clothes, even despite the extra size due to his prior, heavier-set body type. The cheetah grits his teeth, pulling the cap off of one of the antivirus syringes, aiming it towards his arm. He rears back the needle and then tries to drive it home, yellow flecks starting to appear in his eyes.
David keeps running as he hears Chris get caught by Paul, focused on getting to the cure. If Gregory was done, Paul would be safe. He could use it to get him back. To properly be with him, and not in the way that virus was making Paul think they should be. The tiger finally reaches the 12th floor, his eyes shooting left and right as he barges through the door. "Greg?!" he calls out as loudly as he dares, before he hears some commotion from somewhere on this floor. David starts to rush towards the noise, turning corner after corner, finally spotting the cheetah, clearly infected, teeth clenching as his quaking hand holds a syringe a mere inch from his arm. "Shit, what happened?!" David growls, rushing forward and then sliding on his knees next to the cheetah, spotting three more syringes similar to the one Gregory was holding on top of his briefcase. "No time," Greg moans out, his eyes staring helplessly at the needle his body wasn't letting him inject. "You have to hit me with this. The virus is already affecting my brain." David grabs the syringe from Greg's hand, the cheetah giving it up with a bit of struggle. Greg leans back against the wall, offering his arm up to David as he stares at the size of his cock, growing out to the point of being painful in his pants.
David starts to press the needle up against the cheetah's fur, when the other feline grabs his hand, grunting out, "Wait, before you do that..." The tiger looks stressed, his eyes wide as he looks at Greg. "What? Is there something else?" Greg nods, panting ever so softly as he jerks the tiger's hand towards his crotch, causing him to drop the syringe onto Greg's thigh. "Just get me off first, please. It just aches so god damn bad, I need relief," the cheetah growls, his free hand going to undo his pants. The spotted cat's dick flops out eagerly, at least fifteen inches already and drooling pre like a faucet. "C'mon, please," he pants out softly. David doesn't even entertain the idea, his eyes narrowing at the sight of those black veins beginning to crawl up the cheetah's length. His free hand immediately grabs up the syringe again, jamming it a bit less tenderly than he would have before into Greg's thigh and pressing down the plunger.
"You little shit," Gregory growls, his eyes narrowing as he moves his hand from his cock to forcibly grab the back of David's head, getting a good handful of the tiger's hair. David snarls in pain at the powerful grip on his hair, feeling the muscular cheetah starting to force his muzzle down towards the cock. Those black veins were still slowly creeping up that length, making the tiger panic that the antivirus wasn't working. "Just suck it already!" the cheetah practically roars, the tiger's lips pursed tightly together to try and resist as the erect length smears as-of-yet uninfected precum across them. But that's when it happens, the black slowly receding from the veins, the grip on the tiger's hair starting to relax. The yellow fades slowly until the cheetah's eyes are blue once more, taking in a slow, long gulp of oxygen, exhaling it slowly to try and get his senses back. David quickly pulls his muzzle away from the cheetah's cocktip, grunting a bit as he wipes his lips with the back of his arm. "Sorry about that," the cheetah mutters under his breath, sounding rather drained. Interestingly enough, the cheetah's size, either in that now unattended erection or his musculature, were not showing any signs of receding, though David had far more important things to worry about now.
"It works...Now what?" he says, shaking the cheetah's shoulder to keep him focused. The cheetah points towards his briefcase, indicating the three capped syringes on top of them. "You have to stop the Alpha. He won't stop with just this city," Gregory pants out softly, trying to recuperate his strength. "Use them cautiously. This is all I could make for now." David picks up the three syringes, staring at them a moment before he carefully slips them into his pants' pocket. "Top floor, David. That's where he is. Play on his ego, his lust, his desire to infect. You will never beat him in a straight fight, so be smart about it." The tiger stands up, before he eyes the cheetah with his still-present erection and his weakened state. "You sure you're going to be alright? What if they find you?" The cheetah chuckles a bit, his eyes closing. "'Dissolution' is in my veins now. I can't be infected again." Then a grin crosses Greg's lips, continuing, "Besides, I could probably do with the 'activity'. My dick is so hard, it hurts." David smirks, but still looks a bit worried. Paul was waiting, though...There was no time to hesitate. "Alright...Be safe, man," David mutters, starting down the hall back towards the staircase.
Once the tiger rounds the corner, Gregory exhales shakily, opening his eyes to stare at his eager, bobbing dick. He starts to stroke it carefully with his left hand, watching from the corner of his eyes as his newly muscled arm flexes with each motion of his hand. The sight was almost mesmerizing. But, he could still get some work done with his free hand, slowly cracking open his briefcase again, staring inside it at the papers in a pouch on the underside of the lid, and the empty foam inserts now that David had run off with the antivirus. But that's when he grips the foam and lifts it, revealing a satellite phone and the last antivirus syringe he had hidden from the little tiger. His fingers snatch up the phone and start dialing numbers with his thumb, returning his gaze to his pre-drooling cock as he starts to stroke it more earnestly now. Holding the phone up to his ear, he continues pleasuring himself until he hears a click on the other end and a gruff voice ask, "What's your status?"