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Blur of Humanity: Friend's Night Out Part 2

Silently stalking through the streets Drake had to admit that he almost felt like Batman and that thought made him chuckle though he had to conceal it as he was near some anthros. He pulled up his hood, the modified design being Ben's. The fake ears on the hood did make him feel a bit awkward though as he got an odd image of an anime cat-girl with them. He shrugged off that thought as some anthros caught a glimpse of him making his heart stop before they turned back to their business of fucking each others brains out. He sighed in relief the costume appeared to make him unspottable for the most part. He cussed as he heard a nearby trashcan fall over and hopped into the bushes next to him. Something he'd done a lot of recently much to his annoyance. Honestly, he was getting tired of having sticks rammed into his rear by the brambles.

Staring out from his hiding spot he quieted his breath as he saw some of the rubber jackals walking out from an alley. One of them seemed to be struggling a bit with his mask as he tried to pull at it. Two of the other jackals were dragging him along as his body was growing larger. Drake got the dreadful feeling that he was a recent convert. "So they change others with their masks..." he grunted, noting the gas mask shape of their muzzles.

The rubber drones didn't seem to have the sense of smell that regular anthros had which likely saved Drake as they drew close to his hiding spot and walked on past without giving him a glance. Their hearing though seemed pretty good as Drake cut himself on a thin thorn and he hissed in pain causing the jackals to stop for a moment and stare in his direction. Thankfully the anthros took that moment to roll around and hiss in pleasure as their little group orgy session moved around the street. Drake sighed in relief as the jackals merely turned back and walked away. For once Drake said a silent thank you to the nearby anthros before sliding out of the bush and started towards the armory once more.

These streets for the most part were pretty quiet due to the houses being cleared out near the beginning of the city's outbreak. The houses were right next to the river where a lot of anthros tended to lounge about waiting for a human to wander by. They mostly passed the time through the passionate pleasures of each other's embrace which had the upside of reducing their awareness of their surroundings. The armory was further down the river so Drake figured that the river was the best area to go as the anthros didn't seem too intent on paying attention to their surroundings. The bad news for Drake was that the rubber jackals appeared to be paying attention to the river. They had a few groups patrolling up and down the riverside always alert, always watching. "I've never see these guys until today... now they're everywhere." he hissed at himself, biting his lip as one of the groups glanced at his bush. Drake began to sweat as he felt those eyes staring right at his hiding place, but watched incredulously as a nearby anthro groped at the Jackal's tight latex bound bulge of a dick. The Jackal pushed away the paw even though its bulge swelled slightly as it turned to continue on its way. Blake would have to thank the anthros a second time. From a new hiding spot a few minutes later, Blake spent almost half an hour counting out the time between patrols. He noticed how swiftly and how tirelessly they went up and down the riverbank with steps in perfect harmony. Sometimes a few anthros would invite the Jackals over to join the orgies, but the Jackals never reacted, always intent on their mission.

When he was sure it was safe, well relatively speaking, to proceed, Drake quickly followed after a group going towards the armory downstream at the exact middle of the time between patrols. As he walked, he did his best to emulate what he saw of their marching cadence and speed to accurately keep in step between the patrols. As he continued marching he saw other groups of anthros turn and stare at him briefly from a distance before losing interest. As luck would have it, the wind was blowing from the river towards him washing his scent away from the anthros. Some time later, Drake was starting to get winded, but lights, LIGHTS up ahead caught his attention. The armory loomed ahead of him with lights turned on in one part of the building. He couldn't remember if that part of the building held the militaristic installation or not, but ventured to guess that either way, the soldiers there, if indeed soldiers remained there, still had access to power. Soon he came upon the group of Jackals which stood in a straight line facing a gate where two more powerful looking latex Jackals stood guard. They appeared to talk to each other though Drake couldn't hear anything from this distance, then they all went through the gate and walked into the building leaving the gate open.

Drake gulped seeing his chance to enter the compound knowing how risky it would be to do so. Those Jackals were clearly anthros of some description but somehow they were very different from any anthro he had seen behavior wise. But still, for the sake of his group, he needed to find something usable. He snuck in through the front fates keeping an eye out for the telltale signs of functioning surveillance equipment. He walked around the side of the building and narrowly avoided a patrol going around from the other side. A little panicked, he took the first sign of shelter he could find, which happened to be several barrels stacked up near a wall. He quickly hid behind it, getting on his hands and knees so to hide his upper body. As he did, he felt his hands and knees enter something squishy and almost liquid like in consistency. "Shit" he almost said aloud but bit his lip. He had no time to see what he touched, if it was cum he knew it would be all over. But mustering his patience, he waited until the patrol passed on by.

When the patrol left, he feverishly clicked on his flashlight and much to his relief, he saw that his hands and his knees were resting in what appeared to be a pool of oil leaking from one of the barrels. He wiped as much of it off as he could on his pants before continuing to sneak on towards a door that had no lights on. Soon he approached the opposite side of the building and found it unguarded. Finally, some good luck. He opened the door quietly and slipped inside. The air in the building smelled stale and dusty as if nothing living inside breathed the air for a long while. He recognized parts of the building he frequented for class in what felt like a lifetime ago. He knew which sections held the military installation from inside the building. It was just hard to get his bearings out in the dark. He made his way there without looking too hard for food and supplies. As he walked however, he had this strange skin crawling sensation on his wrists, and more disconcertingly, in his pants.

Scratching absentmindedly at his crotch he ducked down as some of the rubberclad anthros pass by. What are they up to...? Drake wondered to himself, slinking past them he found a few more of the crates with the "oil" in them. "Why do they need so much?" he muttered, peering in each one as if one of them might contain something different. No such luck though as he soon found a room with the words "Weapon Storage" on it. "Yes!" he hissed, trying the doorknob he was rather disappointed to find that it was locked. "Damn..." he grunted, of course the room with weapons would be locked up...

There were some voices coming around the corner and Drake's heart skipped a beat as he realized there was nowhere to hide... save for a barrel of "oil". "Fuck!" he cussed to himself, then against his better judgement he leaped into it. Thankfully it wasn't all that full as he crouched down in the barrel feeling the juices wrap around his waist as he stayed as quiet as he could.

The "oil" felt strange as he kneeled in it though Drake couldn't think about that as the jackals walked past. "Now that you're one of us. You shall use your keys to show us all of the armory rooms, ex-sergeant," a filtered voice said, deep and ringing in the drum.

"Of course, sir." the other voice spoke, obviously subservient regardless of whatever position he'd held earlier in life. Piecing it together Drake realized that he needed to grab the key back from that jackal... though if he did he risked being caught... Sitting there Drake let out a soft moan as his ass was prodded at by a small black tendril. Part of him realized that something was wrong though he was intensely focused on not being found so he filtered out the thoughts as he hunkered down out of sight. The jackals walked away and after waiting for a moment for it to be safe Drake leaped out the bottom of his shoes squeaking slightly on the linoleum. He looked down and grimaced as he saw his blue jeans were soaked with the black "oily" substance. Had he the time to look closer however, he would have noticed that the substance now seamlessly coated his shoes to his ankle connecting a few strands of the substance to the bottom of his pants, which were now tightening against his skin and slowly redefining it.

"Damn it," he grunted, his wrist was still tingling and seemed to be dripping a bit of the black goo as Drake rubbed it off assuming he had gotten it from the barrel. "Time to find those two." he said aloud, following in pursuit as his ass tingled a bit. Under his pants his skin had been coated in a thin black sheen though he didn't pay attention as his skin became numb and the fact slipped his mind. Between his legs his dick twitched as the gooey substance wrapped itself around his balls squeezing them lightly as they were coated, then engorging them with more of its substance making them swell larger and larger. His cock swelled a bit in arousal a slight bulge forming in the front of his coated pants.But once again he was too intent on his goal to notice.

As Drake quietly followed the pair he found it easier and easier to keep pace with them as the moments passed, his hands began reshaping slowly, as the palms of his hands grew thicker and his fingers grew blunted claws. He slowly started walking with a more hunched over posture as unknown to him, his pants was fusing with his now blackened legs and feet as they too were reshaping without a sound as his numbed insides were being converted to living rubber. Soon the pair were once again within view of the locked door, the ex sergeant walking over to a panel to the side. He opened it to reveal a number pad. He entered in a 10 digit sequence. There was a buzzing sound accompanied by the magnetic locks releasing, then the door slid open sliding into the wall to the side.

"Good work, you will be rewarded for your obedience." the other Jackal said, "Report to Jackal 8 to receive your tail. Dismissed." The ex sergeant saluted, his paw resting on his mask, then he marched away. As the Jackal stomped away Drake unconsciously followed his ass with his eyes as he groped his swelling cock underneath his jeans. Realizing that the Jackal was moving Drake was quick to follow the Jackal inside as the door began to slide shut. The Jackal in front of him made a slight squeaking sound on the linoleum floor which Drake thankfully used to his advantage.

Drake however did not count on the fact that the squeaking sound was also coming from him. Blake kept his head low, his back curving a bit more naturally as his shoulders hunched. Unknown to him, the rubber traveled up his wrists to his forearms elongating his limbs a bit more as his altered hands grew larger and more paw like. He began to feel increasingly clumsy, but was too intent on his goal to check on his discomfort. Every movement teased his hardening cock as his pants started to becoming nothing more than more rubber for his body and his cock swung free in the hair with a black gleam on it. The hallway turned a corner then began descending in elevation. The air grew thicker and harder to breathe as the Jackal disappeared around a corner at the bottom of some stairs. When Drake finally reached the bottom, he realized that for some reason, he just couldn't straighten his back, not only that, but he began to feel a little dizzy from whatever it was he was breathing in. He blinked as his vision went a little hazy, his tongue lolling from his mouth as it lengthened and flattened. He took a moment to rest and get his bearings.

The Jackal meanwhile was walking down a row of weaponry stacked in boxes and lockers, not minding the mist at all. He was somewhat surprised that the area was suffused in an aerosol form of the rubber polymer that covered his own body and knew instinctively what it meant. There was another Jackal installation in this base and was activated post apocalyptic event. The realization became more apparent at the Jackal captain came across two Wolves clad in rubber from head to toe wearing gas masks similar to his own. Their cocks stood at full attention with big heavy balls hanging ponderously under them, yet there was no sign that they were ever touched and attended to. The two wolves stood in place rigid and unmoving awaiting orders from someone.. The Jackal approached them and examined them closely. They were active all right, but they were without orders, without a leader. Between them was an opened safe inset into the wall and inside of it was an ornate but unworn gasmask that looked more decorative than any a normal jackal wore and an opened gas canister that was only half empty after all this time with the density of gas release in the air slowly ticking down since the door upstairs was opened. Beneath the two Wolves were a few piles of clothing, one a white labcoat with credentials and one a military uniform with several gold stars on a lapel.

With Drake sneaking in behind the jackal as the spray hit his nostrils he unintentionally let out a cough as his lungs started to liquefy into latex. The jackal's ears twitched as he heard the cough but he pretended not to as he already knew that even if this intruder were to approach it wouldn't be much use as he had already inhaled the spray. By this time Drake had a nagging feeling that it was already too late for him as he passed a window and saw in the reflection his black latex body. Unlike the regular jackals his body looked much more feral and from the dick hanging beneath his body which looked to be growing rather enormous as part of it bobbed up and down and slapped against his now muscular abs that were defined in the black latex. "Jesus..." he hissed, the rubber was about up to his neck by this point and some newly growing perverse part of him grew excited as he tried to put away that part of him.

"Welcome," a voice said, Drake flinched as the jackal turned around and observed him with the golden lenses that didn't reveal anything. "So... you must've taken a dip in one of our vats. Though I'll admit that i'm a bit frustrated I didn't notice you following me down here," the jackal said, his dick pulsing with arousal as he saw the changing human's large penis. "It looks like our new cocktail has worked quite well." the jackal laughed, his condescending tone sent shivers up Drake's back.

"W... what the hell is this?" Drake coughed, it was becoming harder to talk as his body converted internally into rubber. He gestured to the wolves standing at attention which didn't even seem to notice them as he stepped forward wincing as his own hand... paw... thing squeaked on the tiled floor.

There was no answer for a moment as the Jackal glanced around the room and took in a few documents that were pinned to the walls. "From what I gather this appears to be the creation of another group of rubber anthros... though unlike my own sect, the humans believed themselves capable of controlling these rubber wolves with that mask," the jackal explained, gesturing to the mask that Drake noticed was a rather intricate looking wolf mask. "They believed that it could preserve their sentience. I'm sure it would work that way if not for this," the jackal said, picking it up and Drake watched as the green inserts on the mask shifted to a golden color matching the jackal's own, "much better." the jackal said, chuckling as Drake got an awful pit in his... stomach... rubber... thing. It was getting harder to qualify what his body parts were and as the jackal turned back his toned body to him he blushed hard as his dick, now bumping against his chest, grew harder than he thought possible.

"What do you intend to do with that?" Drake asked, he felt an odd growing sensation above his ass and upon glancing over his own rubber shoulder he could see a tail growing out though it seemed awfully vague at the moment. It was as if his body was still choosing its own design and for some reason he just knew that the mask had something to do with it.

Fingering the now corrupted mask the jackal stepped towards Drake and even though there was hardly any emotion on the mask he had the feeling if he could show emotion, he'd be wearing a scheming grin. "I would hate to have to compete with any faction of rubber anthros... so since there are no humans wearing this mask now, I find the idea of the Rubber Wolf leader following Rubber Jackal orders very enticing..." the jackal explained, approaching Drake. The young man wanted to run and to get away from this spot though his body refused to adhere to his orders as the jackal stood over him with the mask in his large rubber palms. "I think since you're already so close to being done this makes you the perfect candidate." the jackal said, then he slid the mask right onto Drake's face and as the latex of his body attached to the hood a golden mist started to fill up the inside of the mask. As the mask filled with the golden gas Drake already felt new alien thoughts filling up his head. No, not thoughts, orders. Orders that told him he was owned by the jackals', Orders that told him he was gay and should expect to penetrate others in the ass or mouth and be penetrated in those orifices regularly, and Orders that told him he was the leader of the wolves as much as the bitch of the jackals.

Drake grimaced as the mask itself began to tighten around his face, pushing against it, caressing it, and molding it. He wanted to scream, yell, do anything other than what the Jackal in front of him wanted, but as the moments passed and he breathed in more and more of that mist, he began to see things differently. The mouth of the mask... no his face opened, a few tendrils of yellow mist seeping out as his fully canine tongue lolled out followed by a deeper sounding moan. There were audible snapping sounds throughout his body as the mask's programming began taking root from his previous jackal bound destiny. His tail floofed into a latex rendition of a wolf tail as tufts of latex fur grew in strategic points on his body while other parts remained seemingly skin smooth. He growled as the tightness on his head deepened squeezing his human thoughts and reshaping them as his already erect dick grew wider as his balls were held slightly higher though they grew larger in their tight latex sheath. The base of his cock swelled and grew bulbous as a knot form. New muscle grew on his previously slightly defined body until he was just as muscular as the Jackal commander in front of him, yellow lines traveled from his eyes down his jawline then to his neck. The lines then created new patterns of yellow that went down every muscled part of his body. For a moment, he stood straight and towered over his Jackal commander, but then he leaned forwards and went onto all fours growling. His erect length just starting to leak pre.

Unlike the jackal rubber anthros the other wolves masks also split revealing their maws with latex glistening teeth and long black tongues that dripped latex. They too began to contort as they also fell onto all fours, their bodies cracking as their legs reshaped to be more suitable for 4 legged travel. The Wolf Commander formerly known as Drake growled a command at his two soldiers, both of which immediately raised their tails and presented themselves to him. Wolf Commander reared up and put his front paws on that ample rear and thrust with his entire body as his large shaft penetrated the soldier in front of him easily. His tongue lolled out dripping fluid onto the wolf under him as the very last remnants of his human personality was systematically split to its most useful section to the Jackal command and stored somewhere in his new military oriented mind. As he fucked the wolf in front of him he raised his own tail inviting the Jackal commander to take what was his.

The Jackal Commander's eyes glowed brighter for a moment as the Wolf Commander's tail rose revealing his big puffy tailhole. The Jackal Commander's body rippled for a moment then he moaned in an approximation of pleasure, his cock swelling quickly from the tight latex bulge to fully functioning length. As he advanced on that latex covered bouncy ass, he reached up to the sides of his gas mask and pressed in with his thumbs. There was a hissing sound, golden tendrils of vapour escaping, then the Jackal Commander's lower maw opened, wet raw latex reshaping into a maw, a long tongue forming as the Jackal shook his head and cracked his jaw. The Jackal Commander talked through a filter previously powered by his thoughts rather than physical vocal chords, the mask WAS his face, but now... the Jackal breathed in the tainted air, relishing in the scents of sex. Order, Obedience, Latex. Perhaps now it is time to improve expansion directives?

The Jackal hadn't anticipated an evolution in the Rubber ranks due to their solid picture of perfection. He'd figured that the latex gas had been having no effect on him but in fact it had infused him with some of the wolf DNA which hadn't needed the same gases from the Jackal line. Now he found himself no longer needing the mask and could finally indulge himself in the delicious taste of the sex filled air.

His paws gripped and squeaked against the Wolf Commander's ass, he leaned down and groaned in pleasure both from the sensation of physically rubbing his phallus against that rear, but knowing that he now controlled more than the jackals, he now also controlled the Rubber Wolf Sect. He growled and licked the rubber wolf on the neck leaving a trail of saliva like latex on his neck then breathed more golden vapours onto the Wolf commander. "You are Mine...... MINE."

The Wolf Commander let out a howl as he felt the Jackal pierce his ass with any resistance that he'd had before being wiped clean. His body arching with fluid like grace towards the phallus planted between his cheeks. This was nothing like Drake had imagined being an Anthro was going to be like... in his mind were firm orders planted in his mind by the Jackal, Wolf, and Rubber DNA implanted in him. The idea of being human was weak and sad as this life was full of pleasure and order unlike any he'd had before as a human.

A whine echoed from the new Commander's mouth as he panted in pleasure with arches of his back to allow the other male to get in even deeper. The Jackal could feel the Wolf's mind in the thought process of the Rubber order. He could feel an evolution rippling through the ranks, the same evolution he himself had gone through. A freer much sexier perversion put into the ranks due to the sheer arousal of the wolf DNA. "You are another one of us... a sexy member of the Jackal ranks, Wolf Commander," he growled.

The newest member merely nodded as words failed him as his body was finally changed with his cock squirting out white semen that slowly darkened until it was as black as his skin. Squeaks echoed through the room as the jackal rammed his cock up to its knot and came into the Wolf's ass with a howl of his domination. There were similar howls back through the entire enclosure as they all felt the pleasure and even the wolves in the room howled as they came all over the Jackal and Wolf. The air was rich with the smell of musk and rubber as the wolf commander stood up with a squeak and stood at attention before the jackal. "Ready to receive orders, Jackal," Wolf said. His eyes were golden just as the Jackal's were showing their superiority to the others who approached with still goggled eyes showing that though they'd evolved in a fashion they were still mere drones.

Dick dripping still from the release the Jackal Commander let out a loud sigh from his afterglow before grinning once more. His mouth drooled a little of the liquid latex as he was still getting used to having access to his mouth once more. "Wolf, you are to bring more men into the Wolf fold as we're going to put your platoon to good use. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" Wolf said with a salute. Wolf looked towards the other two wolves who seemed to know what he was going to say without him needing to say it and followed him out of the room where there were webs of cum hanging throughout the halls from the gas maskless hordes of the Jackals. The Rubber was evolving already and the Wolf Commander could tell that they were full of changes still yet to come.

***

Tod sighed with relief as he heard the lock click on the door. Pulling out his lockpick from the locking mechanism, the short and scrawny young man turned the handle and slipped inside of the Restaurant. Before the anthropocalypse this restaurant was known as Claires, a well to do italian restaurant. He knew the place was not looted yet because he had seen other survivors and even a few anthros try to get inside of the building several times with no real success. He wondered briefly why the anthros never broke in, perhaps they somehow sensed there were no humans inside and just lost interest before punching a hole through the glass or wall? It didn't matter. What mattered was getting crucial food supplies for Drake... and the rest of the crew. Without Drake he would have been dead meat a long long time ago, it was time he made himself useful. Thinking about Drake elicited other thoughts however as Tod took a moment to reminisce a bit as he fiddled with his dimmed flashlight. Back in highschool, Drake and Tod went to the same place, Tod got bullied a lot not only because of his size and stature, but because of the rumors that he liked boys.

To be fair, Tod didn't know if he liked boys or girls back then, he was always working on his little projects, playing video games, and talking to his friends that only seemed to exist over the internet. But that one day where Drake stood up for him, protected him, and saved him from being castrated in the locker rooms by the bullies, he was Drake's loyal stooge through thick and thin. Over the time that he'd spent with his new friends he'd discovered that he, at the very least, was bi-sexual. He enjoyed the presence and physique of men, he didn't have any particular disgust towards women so he didn't rule out the idea of being bi though he never disclosed this information to anyone else.

Over time he had to admit he had a bit of a crush for Drake in particular, there were nights where he was worried he was actually infected with the virus as he masturbated quietly when he knew everyone else was asleep. But he never turned into a big furry creature whose thoughts were dominated purely by sex. Instead he woke up every morning as small useless Tod. Tod blinked coming back to the present, his flashlight dimly shining the way through the back hallway of the restaurant. Enough of memories, it was time to earn his keep.

Slinking into the restaurant Tod quietly shut the door with a slight click of the door's bell and gave the place a look around. The restaurant was rather dark though surprisingly not full of dust as he stepped in deeper. Every other house that he'd explored recently had been full of dust from Tod's memory so he was a bit suspicious as he hunkered down in the dark and looked around for any sign of a trap. The floor was well swept so he couldn't see any dust for there to be prints left in which made Tod all the more suspicious.

The restaurant was large as when it had been open it was always completely full and there couldn't be enough chairs to go around. Passing by the front podium where servers would lead the customers to their tables Tod tried to be as quiet as humanly possible as he quietly breathed through his mouth. Wandering past the VIP section of the restaurant Tod missed the flicker of a light as he wandered back into the kitchen where the powerful scent of food wafted. By this point Tod was getting the undeniable idea that he wasn't alone and the fact only grew stronger as he saw a rack of freshly washed pans in the kitchen.

Gulping deeply to himself Tod slowly opened the door to the pantry and nearly cursed aloud as he saw how empty the pantry was. Part of Tod was relieved though as he knew for a fact that anthros didn't eat regular food as they seemed to only satisfy their hunger through gulping down one another's' cum. The fact that the pantry was near empty made Tod's stomach lurch though as he felt he'd failed the others as he shut the pantry and glanced around the kitchen. He didn't want to risk pissing off whoever was here especially if they were packing heat. Hunkering down once more he slipped back into the main restaurant room where the smell of fresh food was intoxicating.

Having not eaten copious amounts of food for a long time Tod nearly cried as his stomach let out a loud whine of hunger. Tod closed his eyes and waited for the angry yell of a survivor or an even more terrifying lust filled cry of a anthro. What called out from the VIP shocked him though as he stiffened up. "Young man, if you're that hungry why don't you come in here?"

Tod nearly bolted right there... but the voice sounded shockingly refined as he stood stock still for a full minute before standing and walking into the VIP room. There in the middle of the room was a fully garnished table with a fancy table spread with a candle set on the spread along with a plastic flower that though tacky made the restaurant feel more elegant nonetheless. Sitting at the table smiling at Tod was a fox wearing a tuxedo that would've made Tod laugh before the anthropocalypse. "Why hello there, it's been awhile since I heard shoes in this building," the fox greeted.

The human nearly screamed and ran right there... but the anthro hadn't jumped right onto him... in fact he'd never seen an anthro wear clothing before either. "I... you... what?" Tod gasped. The fox was in the process of slurping some spaghetti off of a fork before wiping at his muzzle with a napkin. On a roller next to him was a large bowl of spaghetti that looked to be half empty.

"Why don't you take a seat my new friend? It's been a long time since I've had a conversation," the fox said, gesturing to the seat before him. Tod rocked on his heels as he thought about running out... but the food smelled so delicious that he found his mouth watering. "Believe me if I wanted to turn you I would've fucked you by now," the fox chuckled.

That made sense to Tod so against his better judgement he took the seat across from the fox as the male snagged a plate from the tray and plated up a delicious helping of spaghetti and a breadstick. The food just sitting there in front of him, Tod had to use every ounce of self control to not simply gorge himself on the food. It would be rude to his host after all, a host that was both civilized... and an anthro fox. Instead he took a moment to sniff at the food and examine it closely. He had seen trapped food before. Usually infected food had a very pungent odor about it and also obviously had cum mixed in with it due to how sticky a sauce or mixture was. In the early days of the anthro apocalypse when clean water, and more importantly, bacteria killing soap was available, Tod used a rubber glove to test and examine any fresh food they came across from dubious sources. It saved them more than a few times considering how Lewis was Lewis and Drake always wanted to be optimistic. The bread in front of him looked baked well, the buttery glaze on the tip didn't look suspicious since the wetness both smelled and looked like butter. The spaghetti however looked a little suspicious to him as he saw white clots in the sauce, that was until he noticed the container of dried parmesan cheese on one side of the table.

Satisfied that the food was probably not trapped, and he was too hungry and tired to look even closer, he took his first bite of spaghetti, chewed, and swallowed. He looked up to see the Fox watching him intently with eyes that were faded and dull, filmy and almost dead looking. The fox was blind. Tod was taken aback. As far as he knew, anyone turned into an anthro became a young male at the height of their very virile youth. This was... different. "Y-you're blind!?" Tod asked surprised.

The Fox shrugged as he took took another bite of his meal, chewing a canned meatball delicately before actually responding. "Yes, yes I am. To be fair child, I wasn't always blind. It was something that happened when I was around your age. Strangely enough, when I was ahem, turned, it was something that wasn't fixed." he dabbed a handkerchief on his muzzle, put it down, then continued. "As you can probably tell, I was able to get by using my other senses, which were of course heightened by my new animalistic form." He put his fork down and took a drink from a nearby glass filled with a red liquid. Tod watched in awe as the Fox leaned back a bit and delicately poured the liquid in his maw in an almost dainty fashion. He shook his head in wonderment then took a bite of bread near the edge and continued to listen. The Fox put the glass down, "This isn't actually wine, its grape juice before you ask perfectly safe to drink for an underage kid like you. Now where was I? Ah yes, my new foxy self. After I was turned, I was like any anthro at first with my former life locked away somewhere in the back of my mind. But at some point, a life of drinking the cum of others and rutting the rear of a certain Cougar that used to frequent the area lost its appeal. I began to want more and to recapture a former part of myself that I thought no longer existed. I found my way into this building and made a home of sorts for myself. Only leaving to have a taste of a few anthros here and there interested in little old me."

"So you are saying that at some point, you regained consciousness?" Tod asked, he was a bit shocked by this revelation as he took a sip of the grape juice. It was sweet and buzzed a bit at the back of his throat and Tod nearly cried as it was the most delicious drink he'd had for a while. It tasted so good that he ignored the light burning sensation in the back of his throat as the alcohol burned away at his sinuses, not that he was aware he was actually drinking an alcoholic beverage. He took another sip before digging into the spaghetti once more nearly forgetting his manners as he took a big bite out of the pasta.

The Fox shook his head slightly, "No no child, I just grew bored, I never lost the ability to think. It is a common misconception to think Anthros are mindless creatures driven purely by instinct. No, most of us just prefer the simple life. Others like me just want... more really," The fox took another drink from his glass then turned to face the hallway leading to the door, Tod entered as a smile came upon his strangely expressive foxy face. "It would interest you to know that I heard you using your lockpicks to get in. I knew you were not an anthro mostly because most of the simple anthros are not interested in coming into a building quietly if there is prey inside."

Tod froze in mid bite, "You heard me?" he mumbled, "Why didn't you just lay in wait for me to come in and infect me?"

The fox chuckled, "That is because, I don't need to come at you with brute force to infect a human, all I need to do, is offer a meal to a hungry guest." The fox smiled hungrily, showing way way too many teeth.

The color drained from Tod's face, "But but... the food... it isn't infected, I checked!" But then Tod remembered, he took a drink of the strong grape juice after the fox told him what it was, "The grape juice?" he asked weakly.

"I did offer a complete meal to a hungry guest," The fox said, "But don't worry, you are not infected. I just wanted to play a little joke on you. If you were infected, wouldn't you be fantasizing about getting a big hard cock inside of your ass right now? Perhaps from a friend you secretly admired?" Tod blushed as he thought about Drake and felt his loins grow erect at the thought of a naked Drake back from high school.

"S-stop it. Stop teasing me." Tod protested, The fox smiled and took another drink from his glass.

"All in good fun child. The name is Hemingway. Of course that isn't my real name, but it is the name I decided to give myself after my change." The fox held out a paw over the table to shake.

The young man hesitated as he saw the fox's outstretched paw... maybe he should ignore it... pretend that he didn't see it. Hemingway seemed to have near infinite patience as he continued to smile and hold his hand out before Tod finally gave him and shook the anthro's paw shivering at the sensation as he'd never been this close to an anthro before without it trying to change him. "My name is Tod," he introduced himself with a slight tremble in his voice. The sensation of touching the paw of an anthro was almost surreal. Tod couldn't help but think of his pet dog in another life. The sensation of touching those paw pads and claws were similar, its just that the paw was shaped more like a hand. Hemingway nodded with a satisfied smile as he leaned back and took another bite of his food. Glancing around at the delicious spread of food Tod scratched the back of his neck as he was feeling a bit giddy for some reason. "So why are you making all of this food? I know that Anthros don't eat food, they don't need to.

Hemingway tutted as he dabbed at some crumbs on on the side of his mouth. "As I said, I'm enjoying the simple pleasures of my old life. I used to be a cook, a damn good one too, at this very restaurant in fact. I was the only blind chef within hundreds of miles, and was lauded as one of the best," the fox explained. His words didn't seem to be filled with excitement or narcissism though, rather it seemed like a bored tone. "Such a life is rather weak though, don't you think?" Tod was confused as he rose an eyebrow mid sip of his juice. "Human life is so fast, I was in my mid fifties when I changed, now look at me. Living like a twenty year old once more, loving life, and never aging," the anthro explained.

The words took Tod aback a bit as he'd never quite put those thoughts into perspective. The humans had never quite seen an anthro die, in fact they never seemed to age whatsoever, be it some kind of evil magic or a wonder of science. "I... I suppose..." he muttered, taking a sip of his drink as he tried to ignore the slight pull of the words.

Finishing up his plate of spaghetti Hemingway pulled the napkin from his lap and set it on the table before lounging back with a smile. "Indeed... before when I was a human, I was a good chef but I was always running into things. Now as an anthro everything has a powerful scent, I never get lost in the kitchen. My senses are top notch," he laughed cheerfully. Tod nodded as he finished off his glass of juice and Hemingway poured him another glass which he took another sip from as he started to feel a tad bit dizzy and even more giddy. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, Tod," Hemingway said with a smile.

The young man giggled slightly as he nodded and rubbed some sauce away from the side of his mouth. "Mmmyeah... Kinda sad that Drake isn't here... I'm sure he'd love to have some of this too," he said. Tod was a bit surprised that he'd said that so callously but he doubted the fox would track Drake down from his name alone.

Hemingway's grin grew wider as he leaned forward with a smirk and leaned on his paw. "So Tod, is Drake your sweetie?" he asked with a coaxing tone of voice.

Tod's cheeks lit up like a fire as he coughed as he took a sip of his juice and nearly spilled it all over himself. "S-sweetie?" he wheezed. He gazed as Hemingway who even blind seemed to be looking right through him. He found himself paralyzed as he turned his gaze down to the drink and ran his finger around the edge of the cup. "I... I suppose... you could say that..." he mumbled. Hemingway chuckled then teased, "Oh come now, it's not like I will know what he looks like just from you describing him. Without scenting him or hearing his voice I will have no idea when or if I would come across him."

"True," Tod started. He sighed and then ventured forth, "Drake is someone very special to me. He saved me, or rather, saved my balls from being cut out." Tod started to laugh quietly, looking at the situation in a humorous light given the heat that seemed to be coursing through his veins. He took another sip of the "grape juice" a sourish aftertaste starting to form on his tongue, "Ever since then, I've had sort of a crush on him I guess. I mean, I was grateful that he helped me and I wanted to repay him. I just didn't expect to fall for him."

"Let me guess," Hemingway said, his tail sliding against the cushions behind him making a floofy sliding sound, "He is straight isn't he and thus out of your reach?" Tod looked up, the heat burning on his face in a deep blush, "Yeah, you're right. I mean.... he is someone that I can never have you know?" Tod remembered all those times Drake openly hit on girls at school. Of course Drake was rejected most of the time, but Tod was always there to be a good wing man and a shoulder to not cry on, but lean on when they were in private and Drake felt down. Of course in such situations, an enterprising future boyfriend could have perhaps done a little more, but Tod never did, his self image was just too meek.

"Oh? Why is that?" Hemingway asked. Tod looked down at his short scrawny body and sighed.

"I'm unattractive as men go Hemingway. I'm short, skinny, and have a huge shortage of self confidence. I have pustules on my face, and I burn easily in the sun. Some of my teeth are not straight and... and.... I'm small even where it counts." Tod practically spilled out, a tear forming at the corner of one eye. He put his drink back on the table and buried his face in his arms, confiding in Hemingway as if he was a close friend.

"Those are all just the physical. They don't reflect who you are on the inside boy." Hemingway put a comforting paw on Tod's head and ruffled his hair, the warm paw pads feeling good on the human's hot skin, "For what it is worth Tod, I think you are beautiful. Your words are full of passion, your steps while furtive, were purposeful. The way you presented yourself to me, cautious, loyal, and trusting. These are all great qualities Tod, and they all reflect who you are." The fox pulled back a bit and fixed his tux a bit before grabbing some dishes and piling them up. He did fumble slightly with Tod's dishes, as Tod moved them a bit from their original position. But soon he had everything except for the drinks piled up. He stood, and started walking confidently, his claws clicking on the floor tiles.

After Hemingway was gone part of Tod wanted him to leave... to go back to their hideaway and just sleep for the rest of the night. He'd deal with the consequences later... he attempted to stand up but his body was pretty uncooperative. The young man figured it was just exhaustion from being out so late so he decided to let his head stay on the table a bit longer. Sometime later Tod felt a soft paw rubbing down his back. He shifted in his half dozing slumber and let out a deep sigh. "So tense..." Hemingway muttered. Tod rubbed his eyes as awareness slowly came back though his thoughts were still fuzzy. The fox worked his hands deep into his shoulders and started to rub out kinks in his back with pressured rubs. "How long has it been?" Tod muttered, "Only about an hour, I already did the dishes and cleaned up a bit. You just looked so tired and lonely out here all lone," Hemingway said as he continued to administer the massage.

Tod let out small gasps of pleasure with every rub from Hemingway until he was about ready to pass out again this time from pure ecstasy in his joints. Laying there he felt more relaxed than he'd been for a long time. A slight gasp escaped him as he heard and felt Hemingway take a deep whiff of him right above his rear in a manner that reminded the human of a dog. "What are you doing?" he mumbled in confusion.

"You smell very good... I'll admit. I'd love to have you as a playmate, Tod. It's been very long since I've met someone like you... someone so intelligent and desirable. I'd hate to force you into it though... you're such a nice person... I'd much rather you tell me to take you... to let me in and have you all to myself as a sexy fox," Hemingway whispered. Tod was shocked to find himself growing aroused unaware that the anthro's musk was turning him on. "Imagine us together, Tod. You're so concerned about your looks, imagine being a handsome fox... desirable to anybody who passes you by..." the fox explained as he rubbed the young male's back. He took one of his claws and started to drag it down Tod's shirt cutting through the material with ease.

The young man shifted a bit as he felt the cool air rush against his back but still he didn't move as he felt the fox so enticingly close, his warm breathe like a life giving flame in a cold clearing. "I'm... desirable?" Tod asked. He was unaware still that he'd had wine running through his system the entire time and was quite drunk.

"So very desirable... not many anthros would keep their thoughts intact such as I, but for you... I think you'd be able to keep parts of yourself. I won't lie and tell you that you won't change, believe me you'll become something far better than the old you," Hemingway hissed into the young male's ear. Tod's dick was now pressing hard against the crotch of his pants as he found himself falling into the fox's sibilant yet convincing tones. His shirt was ripped down the back while the wily blind fox helped pull it off leaving Tod barechested as the fox massaged his fingers into Tod's back. "You won't be the weak Tod that you think you are... you'll be my mate, Thomas," Hemingway explained.

"Thomas..." Tod whispered, the word sending shivers up his spine. The idea of being turned into an anthro had always been terrifying to him before but now with the influence of the fox's silver tongue and wine burning through his system it sounded like nirvana.

Turning Tod's chair around the young man found himself facing an entirely nude fox with strong muscle tone that was well defined even under his fur. Set between Hemingway's legs was a bright red shaft that would make many men hide theirs away in shame. Tod felt like he was a tic tac compared to the massive hot dog set between the fox's thighs. "It's all right here, Tod. Just a lick... that's all it takes..." the fox said. Tod's mouth watered at the sight of the fox's throbbing length, he'd always imagined Drake's penis whenever he'd masturbated, but this made Drake's length pale in comparison. "Just a little taste..." the fox whispered.

"But...I love Drake," Tod said uncertainly, "Wouldn't this be cheating?" Tod asked, his eyes riveted on that fox shaft. The fox took another step closer, his fox cock less than a foot from Tod's face, "Cheating implies you are in a relationship that is reciprocated. You have waited all this time for Drake to respond to you right? But has he ever truly looked at you and accepted you for everything that you are? Even the bits that scare him about the world we live in now?" The fox spoke in harsher tones than before, tones that elicited feelings of shame from Tod, "He isn't like that," he protested, but even as he did, he knew Hemingway was right. Drake never did reciprocate. Sure he did Tod some favors, talked to him, and was no doubt a good friend, but he never emotionally touched Tod the same way Tod touched him, with compassion transcending friendship and companionship. "If you can't have him, and he won't have you, What are you left with? Nothing." The fox said, his cock now only several inches from Tod's lips. Somewhere along his explanation he slowly moved forward, getting closer and closer to his target, his object of desire. The strength of the musk grew as the air around them seemed to grow denser from the concentration of anthro musk in the air.

"You don't need to settle for less Tod, Settle for more, Settle for me, a person that respects you for all that you are including your faults, your desires, your courage, your weaknesses, and for the parts you hid from everyone else." There was a bump on Tod's lower lip, a dollop of creamy yellow precum placed on it by the fox. "Be Mine," Hemingway whispered as he took a step back, his eyes seeming to glow in the dimness of the room.

All of Tod's thoughts seemed to go blank as his tongue flicked out and licked the bead of yellowed pre off of his lower lip and slurped it up. The human had tasted his own cum several times in the past but this was nothing like his own. The taste was pure spice and sin as it passed his lips and went down his throat and it set Tod's heart beating a hundred miles per second as he felt it immediately have an effect on him. Where it touched his lips the skin blackened and fur started to sprout above his lip almost like a mustache but it spread much too fast and far up his skin to be a simple mustache. The young man's tongue tingled as the flavor played across his tastebuds and he moaned as he nearly came right then as his brain was addled by the sheer sexual rush of the action. "So... tasty..." he groaned. The infection was powerful and made its way right into the young man's bloodstream as fast as it could causing the young man to let out a groan as he found his brain being hit with a powerful desire for cock.

"I know it is, hun. Why don't you try a bigger taste?" Hemingway asked. His cock was easily milked for some more pre cum as he rubbed his paw up the massive length. Tod lost all composure and almost all reason as he plunged his mouth down on the head of the shaft for another sinful taste. There was no doubt now, he was infected. Fur sprouted on his cheeks and chin at first looking like a beard growing in but as the human's body started to change and his skin became less pockmarked and smoother under the fur it became apparent that he was giving into the infection's affects both physically and mentally. The young man's mouth was growing longer and slimmer as it became a fox's muzzle his nose blackening and smoothing out into the leathery nostrils. Tod took a deep whiff of the elder fox's musk and started suckling the tip of the shaft for more of his juices like a baby would their mother for milk.

Hemingway rubbed his paw through Tod's hair as the human changed more and more, his ears popping a bit as they migrated to the top of his head, the newly canine ears twitching a few times as the red fur on the back of his neck bristled for a moment before smoothing down. Black and white fur grew on his now triangle shaped ears in a similar fashion to Hemingway's in particular he shared the same abnormal white fur spots on each of his ears as the ones Hemingway had. His hair grew out a bit with red coming into the black follicles before his hair hung down a bit further than before and was now a bright red color akin to Hemingway's own. Tod blinked a few times as his eyes turned a yellow color from the corruption as his pupils drew into a pair of slits. The more he licked and suckled Hemingway's shaft, the more he felt an overwhelming urge to be fucked by dicks, not just Hemingway's or Drakes, but... all of them, all the dicks. He'd never known that this was what the corruption would be like, it was like an awakening of who he really was despite the knowledge that he wasn't like this in most ways just hours ago. But he did not care he absolutely loved the sensation as his rear began to feel empty. It dawned on him why he saw orgies piles of tens to sometimes hundreds of furs. Their rears needed to be filled, and so did his.

Thomas leaned back into his chair releasing his maw from Hemingway's shaft, his own needy length spilling pre into his dirty underthings, his tailbone also feeling sore. He had this sudden feeling that his clothes not only didn't fit him anymore, but felt "unnecessary." He stood up and unbuckled his pants as he pulled it down to reveal his still very much human lower body. The fur was steadily traveling down his neck and had just reached his shoulders and torso. The warm prickly feeling of spreading fur over his flesh made the anthro fox to be shiver his new hackles rising, then falling once more.

His body started to grow into a far more Anthro body as muscles developed under his fur all over his body. His back straightened as his legs grew longer and his torso barreled out. Newer, stronger muscles expanded the once willowy short human into a slender but obviously toned fox. he ran his hand through the softness of his pelt and let out a fox-like whine of pleasure as he rubbed his stiffening cock with his other hand just as they started to contort growing claws and paw pads amongst the black fur that gave the illusion of wearing black furry socks. The meat was tender and twitched in sheer delight as he stroked the rod and whimpered as he gazed over at Hemingway. Part of his brain was in complete rut, needing to fuck... needing nothing more but pure animalistic sex. The other part of his brain though stayed more logical, and it told him that the fox before him was more than just a sexual object... but a mate for him.

Thomas used the chair he sat on like a brace as he got off the chair but leaned on it heavily as he turned to expose his rear to Hemingway. "Take me Hemingway. Please make me feel whole." he moaned. Hemingway could barely contain himself, now that they were both naked foxes without the trappings of civilization to civilize them. He reached over and cupped Thomas's thin fur covered rear, "That can be arranged Thomas," he said with a toothy but warm smile. He moved up and positioned his cock aiming it towards Thomas's still tight virgin tailhole. He pressed his paws on that furry rear, "Are you ready?" He asked, "Yessss.... fuck me.. oh gawd please fuck me." Thomas moaned, as his tail grew in quickly like a weed. Hemingway didn't need another invitation. He pressed his dripping fox cock between those cheeks then moved his paws up with one on Thomas's left hip and the other around his Torso, fingers tweaking a sensitive pink nipple. Thomas whined in response, his tail wagging and whapping the more experienced anthro. Hemingway grinned then growled as he opened his maw and gave Thomas a mating nip on the shoulder near the neck. Thomas felt his body relaxing, his anal muscles loosening as the Blind fox behind him entered his rear in one smooth thrust. Thomas's eyes widened as he practically howled in lust and pleasure, the call of a new anthro in town. His howling pleasured cry was answered by a more than a few other canine anthros in the immediate vicinity as a way of greeting.

Thomas moaned and blushed, feeling embarrassed somehow knowing he just announced himself as a slut to all the other anthros in the immediate vicinity, a slut owned by a Master. Hemingway continued to thrust, faster and faster as he felt that tailhole loosening further from his almost frenzied thrusting. Thomas below him bounced along with the thrusts enjoying every push and pull by his Master after the initial pain that quickly became pleasure. He reached down to his cock and began masturbating his small human length, unaware that it was growing redder by the second as white fur covered his loins and reshaped it into a proper canine sheathe. This was, for all intents and purposes, what Thomas felt like his first time would have been like with Drake, in a way the former human felt a form of resentment towards his friend. He could have had this with Drake if only Drake just SAW him as he was, a lover, and a loyal friend. It was at that moment, Tod was no more as the new fox below Hemingway gave himself fully to the infection and to Hemingway, a new Anthro was born as Thomas cummed, his hips jerking and shaking out of sync from Hemingway's thrusts. Large amounts of messy human cum spilled out in front of him, covering the chair as his cum began to dribble down onto the floor from it. Thomas's cock grew longer and longer surpassing 6, then 8, then even 10 inches in length as it grew wider in girth as well. Soon the cum that came out of his cock lost its pearly white human consistency but soon began to give off a heavy musk as it yellowed, the proper cum of a fox.

Hemingway felt his protege stiffen and cum out what remained of his humanity, knowing the fox under him was his now was enough to make Hemingway cum in normal circumstances. The old blind fox up to his tricks however wanted to make sure Thomas was his now and forever. He kept thrusting, his arousal building to a breaking point, then swelling out as the base of his cock expanded into a knot, a knot that pushed deeper and deeper into that tailhole. "So... tight." Thomas moaned.

"Yes it is Thomas, yes it is, as soon as it goes in, you will be complete as my mate Thomas." Hemingway said with conviction.

"Thank you... truly." Thomas responded with a pant, saliva leaking from his maw to mix in with his cum on the floor. Hemingway groaned and finally with one big thrust, his knot slipped into his Mate's ass, binding the two fox anthros together physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

As the night passed, the lights within Claire's dimmed as the candles inside burned out. But the pair of lovers within didn't care as they spent the time tied together cleaning each other with their long times, telling stories, and sharing their new lives. Thomas remembered his past life, but it was like reading a scrappy history book rather than an emotionally charged documentary. Tod was history, Thomas was now and Thomas was a beautifully handsome and confidant fox, with a lover and mentor that would teach him new things in the years to come.

***

A new Dawn came to the city with the breaking of each of the many orgies in the streets of the city. Moans and growls echoed through the many corridors of the infected houses and any humans that still resided went into hiding until the sun would go down again. Four individuals of the city moved towards a familiar spot though as the sunlight hit the roofs of the houses. Benny giggled as he wiggled his ass as he moved along, the cat was purring with excitement as he imagined bringing someone home with him to show off to his family.

Walking up the street they'd all split up on earlier in the day was a rather interesting experience as the cat vaguely remembered moving on it when he was human. Though it'd only been a few hours his human life already felt like a bad dream in comparison to the extreme delight of being an anthro. Walking towards the house they'd all lived in for so long Benny was curious to see three individuals standing in front of the house. Three individuals in other circumstances wouldn't be acting so casually. Benny caught the whiff of one of them... the fox... and somehow even though his sense of scent hadn't been that powerful before, he knew it to be Tod. "Well look what the cat dragged in," the boi giggled.

All three of them looked over, a water-like lizard who looked to be busy jerking himself off as he didn't seem all there. A latex wolf who looked uncomfortable as he seemed confused as to why he wasn't attempting to convert the rest. Finally the fox himself just smirked as his tail twitched and he gave a slight bow to the approaching cat. Out of the three he might be the most stark in difference as he was wearing a thong that left very little to the imagination along with a fishnet shirt that showed off his nipples. "Mmm~ Ben, is that you?"

"Benny, how about you, Tod?" the cat giggled. Benny felt a little upset that Tod had already been changed... but part of him still felt happy as he knew that he could find somebody else just for him.

"It's Thomas, my mate and I are living at a residence not too far away from here," the fox explained. Thomas gestured to the other two, "The big rubber one is what used to be Drake, and the lizard's Lewis."

The lizard let out a small hiss of annoyance as he seemed to be very disconnected from the Lewis that Benny remembered with his muscled physique. "Itssssss Layeth. My Master had allowed me to come out here but I sssssee that you've all been changed already. Itsssss a ssssshame, you all would've made wonderful lizardsss," the lizard hissed. With that Layeth seemed bored with them and started to walk off, his tail moving a bit to reveal his anus dripping from near constant use around his pool.

The rubber wolf glanced at them with his rather stark golden eyes. "Part of me... remembers being... human. My leader... desires me to convert more. But you... I remember you, at least right now I do. I merely desire to tell you to beware, the rubber jackals grow more powerful. Know that from now on, there'll be no more talking between us..." the wolf grunted. With that he walked away without looking back and the pair gazed at his bulbous bubble butt with erections rather apparent.

Benny and Thomas looked at one another with smiles. "Well it looks like everyone's found their place around, Benny," Thomas chuckled. There was but a pang of sadness in their hearts for a moment but their new lives didn't warrant it as they were hedonistic creatures now that desired pure pleasure. Thomas looked far more in control of himself though as he wasn't quivering over everyone as Benny was. "I suppose I'll be on as well, it's been good seeing you, Benny. I hope to see you around sometime, I'd love to try a ride," the fox giggled. Giving the cat's prick a stroke he started towards the restaurant where he knew his mate would be cooking up some food for them to enjoy... possibly with a little of their secret sauce added in.

Standing there alone the cat gazed towards the house that now lay empty of anybody inside as his tail twitched. Benny remembered being there with his friends the night before and the kids they all had been inside. A smirk slid across his face as he felt his ass twitch emptily. "Well hat was one life... this one needs a fuck though," he giggled. Walking away from the house he decided he might take a look for some fresh meat as he sauntered away.