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A Pandemic...of Lust

Part 3

For Leon_Therma

By Draconicon

As the one member of the Safe Zone that was theoretically immune to the zombie plague, Leon was the one that was regularly sent out to the rest of the world to scavenge for supplies, information, and whatever else that the people in the makeshift colony needed. The Typhlosion was happy enough to do it, particularly since the 'gratitude' of the people in the Safe Zone tended to mean sex, and he was always happy to feel their asses bouncing against his cock or feel their paws rubbing along the sides of his shaft. They were eager, and they were surprisingly skilled.

Though not as skilled as the zombies, he had to admit.

It had been...strange, he had to admit. Everyone in the Safe Zone talked about how dangerous and horrible the sex zombies actually were, but whenever he left the Safe Zone to scavenge, he never ran into the horror stories that they mentioned. Sure, there were zombies that were aggressively sexual, at times, but none of them were the mindless monsters that Drac and the other healthy guys mentioned.

Maybe they're overreacting, he thought as he sat at one of the computers in an old research center. But hey, if that's what they're afraid of, more power to me. Makes me more special.

He chuckled, the Typhlosion waiting for the computer to pull some of the old research data that Drac had asked for out of the old databanks. He was kind of surprised that the system still had power and connections, honestly. It was like trying to pull teeth, in some ways, but hey, at least there was still some information about this world and the way that it used to be.

There were thumps and groans in the distance, but Leon knew that they were mostly from the other zombies that he'd seen when he'd come in. There'd been a whole flock of hawks that had come here and settled in, and they'd been more than happy to have a new partner in exchange for giving him some privacy while he worked. The rutting, humping, fucking orgy had been a good change of pace, even if he had ended up with a few feathers in his mouth.

He spat out another that had almost become a toothpick, shaking his head. His cock was starting to come up again under the desk, pushing for a little attention, but he nudged it back down again. He'd have his fun when he got back to the Safe Zone.

Ding.

The computer was done, and he glanced down at the screen. There were reports on experimental treatments for the virus that had caused the whole plague, as well as evidence that each and every one had been a failure. Some had partial successes, but none enough to actually make the scientists involved think that it would work to solve the pandemic as a whole. He shrugged, starting to download it onto a flash drive -

Then he noticed something else. There was a file that told all about the virus itself, except that it wasn't labeled under some sort of weird medical name. It had an official 'project' name, instead, called 'Project Limited Litter.'

"...Huh."

That...didn't sound good. Leon tapped the screen, opening the file, and settled in to read it more thoroughly.

As one might have expected, the pandemic hadn't come from some random mutation in the populace, nor any sudden change in the existing bugs in the air. It had come from some government lab that thought that it was time to start limiting the population size. They didn't want to do it with limited birth allowances, though, nor with the whole forced sterilization, either. Probably didn't want the bad press with that, Leon imagined.

Instead, they got sneaky, putting out a virus that was supposed to both boost the libido and start giving everyone a sort of natural bisexuality, something that would keep them from doing more purely 'breeding' sexual stuff. They weren't getting turned completely gay, which was something, but they were being nudged towards more natural heat cycles and other things, more rare occurrences for getting pregnant, while being open to pleasure and fun from other males or other females.

They'd even gone that extra route to start building it up so that it wouldn't 'trigger' as an effect until the virus had a sufficient number of the population infected, so that it would happen all at once. That way, if it was ever questioned, it could be blamed on the region rather than on the virus itself. Leon was a little surprised that someone had been smart enough to make that a feature, because it was genuinely brilliant.

The problem was, according to the file, that the virus mutated almost as soon as it hit the population. Males that were infected almost instantly started getting hyper-horny once the virus was triggered, and they started attacking anyone that they could feel wasn't infected. Something about the virus allowed it to detect who was and wasn't infected with it, and they were quick to turn on all those that had been uninfected around them.

Those people, in turn, managed to make it to freedom once the 'zombies' stopped rutting them. They'd get to safety, and then start spreading the virus to those around them, and -

And then the virus would trigger again, starting another outbreak, and then another, and then another.

Leon kept reading, fascinated almost in spite of himself as he saw the things that the government of this world had been willing to do to the people living in it.

The females had been affected even more harshly. They started shifting from female to male, growing cocks instead of clits, and they were quick to start giving into the same viral tendencies to hump and fuck and be totally in touch with their own libido. It didn't matter that they had started out as female. Their new instincts told them to rut and fuck, to thrust and claim others for their own.

What that was going to do to the breeding population of the world, he honestly didn't know, but it made him rather concerned with the different zombies that he had come in contact with.

What's the trigger number? he wondered, scanning down the document.

There was no hard number set in the document, but it seemed to be approximately twenty different individuals before the first symptoms would start triggering. He counted out his lovers in the Safe Zone on his fingers.

Well, if I am infected...Don't think I've slept with that many guys yet...and I'm probably not infected...

That said, it was information that he was pretty sure that Drac would need to know about. The black dragon had been leading the Safe Zone for a while, and if Leon was infected, then the black dragon was, too. If that was the case, then...

Well, he'd figure it out. He'd figure it out.

The Typhlosion realized he was sweating as steam started rising out between the tufts of fur on his body. He shook his head, finished the download into the flash drive, and detached it from the computer. It was time to start heading home.

The Safe Zone's underground dwells were not among his favorite hideouts in the multiverse, but they had the advantage of having a number of different fuck-buddies that were not exactly common in some of the other universes that he had visited. One of them, an anthro Salamence that went by the name of Phazon, was waiting for him almost as soon as he popped into the underground caverns.

"Hey, what took you so long?" the blue-scaled, red-winged, cream-bellied dragon asked, crossing his arms. "I thought you'd be back last week."

"Why, that eager to get dicked again?"

"Well, that's one of the benefits."

Leon chuckled as he closed the hatch behind him, shaking his head as he cracked his neck.

"Trust me. I'd have been back much earlier if I could have managed it. Drac had a mission he wanted me to finish off first."

"Well, you better be finishing off in me tonight, then."

"That needy?"

"Blame your cock. It's that good."

"Maybe I should have you suck my toes first," Leon said, smirking.

The tall dragon blushed at that, finally looking away. The Typhlosion smiled. It had taken a little while, but he'd gradually convinced most of the other males in the Safe Zone that they had a foot fetish, and particularly for paws rather than the black dragon's soles. It wasn't that he was stealing them away from the big guy, but hey, if they were interested in someone more dominant, more fun to play with, he was happy to be that guy.

He grabbed Phazon by the arm, playfully dragging the big lug towards one of the private chambers in the Safe Zone. The big dragon didn't bother holding back, and just followed along.

As soon as they were alone in the bedroom, he hopped on the bed and stretched a leg out, pointing his toes at the Salamence. Phazon groaned, even as his dick started rising up from between his legs.

Well, one of his dicks. The other one was still in his slit, waiting to pop out. Leon chuckled, wiggling his toes up and down.

"Come on. You know you want to play."

"You have to tease me like this every time?"

"I like seeing dragons on their knees."

"Hmmph."

Phazon was all bluster, no real anger. This was how it had gone the first time, and he knew it would go this way for quite a while after this. The blue dragon was always trying to hold back, always trying to pretend that he was bigger and tougher than he really was. That was what made it so fun to push him down to his knees and put him under-paw.

"Mmmm, you always look so sexy down there. Right where dragons should be."

"Shut up," Phazon muttered, blushing bright enough that Leon could feel the heat against the bottom of his paw.

"Not until you start licking."

"Yeah? And what if I don't?"

"Then I'll start reminding you how much you squirmed the last time that we had fun together, and how much you moaned under my paws on your face. You begged me to give you a footjob last time. Begged me to put my hot toes on your cock, and then in your mouth, and then -"

"Fuck, stop!"

Leon smirked as Phazon covered his face, obviously more than slightly embarrassed at the litany of the different things that had happened the last time. They were all true, though, all things that he had done, and that Phazon had begged for.

It was cute to see dragons brought low.

Leon brought his foot back up, grinding it against Phazon's lips until the Salamence started sucking on them properly, dragging his tongue back and forth against the soft toes. Leon leaned his head back, smiling and closing his eyes as he savored that tongue sliding between his toes, licking at the soft spots between them. It was like a tongue bath, except that it had a nice little note of worship behind it.

"Mmm..."

The soft moan was followed by a few grunts, and then a few sighs as he felt that tongue work along his toes, scaly lips pressing against them in eager kisses that turned into soft suckings. His toes were given the attention that his cock would get later, all of them getting sucked, teased, nuzzled as the Salamence went from one toe to the next. He could feel the wetness on them, evidence of the dragon's affection and need.

He opened one eye, watching as the blue dragon sucked on the biggest toe again, bobbing up and down slightly, tilting his head to the side and then pulling up again. Suck, lick, suck, lick, suck, swallow so that the cheeks pursed in and there was a bit of pressure on the toe itself. Yes, it was all what he wanted, all lovely and sexy.

But he needed more than that.

He dragged his toes free, making that tongue slide along the arch of his foot, and then back up to the ball. Soft, worshipful laps and licks, each one a little bit more firm than the last. The Salamence wasn't quite falling into a trance, but he was getting more honest with himself, showing how much he liked being under-paw. When Leon looked down again, there was another cock sticking out, the pair throbbing with life and lust.

"Heh...there we go..."

He brought his other paw down, tapping them with his toes. They bobbed, bouncing and pulsing from the sudden pleasure that came from his touch, and he chuckled as the horny little slut shivered.

"Mmmph...you..."

"Don't worry. I'm going to give you everything you want."

Leon pulled his paws back, spreading his legs wider.

"But you're going to give me some lube, first."

"...Mouth lube, or -"

"Mouth lube."

"Goddammit."

"Hey, you want it up the ass, you're going to work for it."

The blue dragon grumbled, but that was no different from every other time that they had done this. He wanted what he wanted, and because he was a dragon, he wanted to get it without working for it.

Leon had no intention of playing into that sort of entitlement. Every one of his fuck-buddies in the Safe Zone knew about the others. If one didn't want to play along with what he liked, he could always go to another, and that meant that he had leverage that the others didn't. After all, everyone wanted a little 'losion dick.

He spread his legs that little bit further as the blue dragon leaned in, red wings pulled tight out of grumpiness. He rubbed Phazon's head encouragingly, gently guiding him down to his fuzzy balls.

"Go on. Give them a lick."

"I know how this works."

"Heh, but you aren't doing it."

He gently grabbed Phazon by the horns, pulling him in so that he was pressed nose-first into the Typhlosion's fluffy balls. They were heavy and full, eager to be emptied, and he was pretty sure that they were more than full enough to need a few orgasms to take some of the tension off. Having so many fuck-buddies was helpful for that, too.

Finally, the dragon set to work, licking, lapping, teasing his balls. Leon moaned under his breath, curling his toes slowly as that tongue worked up and down his sac, dragging along the underside before working all the way towards the base of his sheath.

He gripped the horns, adjusting the dragon's head from time to time, using them as handlebars for his pleasure. One lick here, one lick there, dragging that head along for one long, slow lick that ran from nearly at his taint all the way to the front of his balls: oh, it felt great. And all the more fun to dominate a dragon, too.

It didn't take long for his erection to come up, and less time than that for him to be dripping like mad. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, giving it a few tugs to the slow ball-licking going on.

"Enjoying it down there?" he asked.

"Hmmph."

"Come on. I can smell you dripping from up here."

"Not my fault."

"No, just me being awesome."

The Salamence groaned, but didn't stop the ball worship. Not until Leon dragged him up that little bit higher.

His dripping tip dragged along that scaly muzzle, staining it with his pre-cum and leaving Phazon shimmering for a different reason. He smiled, tapping the tip against the dragon's nose, making him take in the scent of a bigger, stronger male. Phazon didn't argue, shivering, panting, even though he had been complaining about not getting it up the ass just yet. He groaned, dragging his tongue along the underside of the shaft.

"Suck me," Leon said.

"Mmmph..."

"Come on. You know what you need to get it up the butt. And you want it."

"Fuck you..."

"Nah, you know what you really want."

"Hmmph...stupid...sexy...Typhlosion..."

Phazon sighed, leaning forward and slowly sucking the tip of the Typhlosion's cock into his mouth. There was no real resistance there, only pleasure, and Leon leaned his head back to enjoy the feeling of that slow sucking happening right at the start. He closed his eyes, just focusing on the feeling of his fuck-buddy slowly sliding down his cock.

That muzzle was wet, hot, and all too eager to worship his dick despite Phazon's grumbles. One lick, two, three slathering the bottom of his cock with spit, slowly curling against it, teasing his shaft so that it was all wet from tip to base. He moaned under his breath, starting to hunch his hips forward ever so slightly, grinding against the dragon's lips as he worked to get his cock that little bit deeper.

"Mmmph...mmph..."

The little grunts and moans made it better, of course. He smiled to himself, resting one hand on Phazon's head, guiding the dragon up and down, feeling the tight grip those scaly lips had on the sides of his cock. He was not going to be sliding out anytime soon, and that long neck and long snout meant that he'd fit all the way down with ease.

Forward, back, forward, back, leaving him sliding down until he was laying on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge. He moaned as his cock finally went all the way down the dragon's muzzle, filling it up and leaving him dribbling pre-cum down into the other man's throat. Suck, swallow, suck, swallow, and that tongue never stopped working over the underside of his cock, giving him plenty of attention.

"That's it...little more..."

Phazon darted forward, taking the whole thing down his throat at once, sucking him to the base. Leon moaned, gripping the bed with his free hand.

"Fuuuuuck yes..."

He panted under his breath, curling his toes into the floor as he felt that slow suction turn into something even better. Slow bobs of the head turned into something that felt like it was vacuum tight, pulling on his cock every time that Phazon dragged his head back. Up, down, up, down, making Leon's cock feel better and more sensitive than it had in a long time.

He could feel...he could feel something else, too, something that pushed him, something that made him want to just reach out and grab the other male, to hold the dragon down and fuck his face like it was just one more toy.

He could do it.

He should do it.

He huffed softly as he reached out with both hands again, grabbing hold of the horns. They were so easy to guide, so easy to manipulate the dragon with. Leon started to pull a little bit on them -

"Mmmph..."

And then felt a squirt of pre-cum against his foot. He paused, opening one eye and looking down.

Both of Phazon's cocks were throbbing with desperate, obvious need, and they were oozing like mad. He looked down at the dragon's face, saw that he was shivering, panting, gasping against the Typhlosion's cock. He grinned, slowly pushing him back.

"Alright. I guess you earned it up the ass."

"Finally."

"Get up here."

Phazon joined him on the bed, getting on all fours right away. His paws pushed out, thick toes and scaly soles holding his attention for a moment before Leon hopped between them. He slapped his dick against that scaly rump, rubbing it up and down between the cheeks. That same urge, that desire to claim and rut, to fuck and mark, burned in him again, and this time, there was no holding back from it.

Grabbing the big blue by the hips, he slammed in, his cock parting that flexing, puckering rim with ease. The heat that surrounded him was almost as good as when he fucked the big black dragon that ran the place, and considering how hot that was, this was a great second place. He humped forward, burying his dick right off the bat, and Phazon almost collapsed against the bed as soon as he was all the way in.

"Told ya...we'd need the lube..."

"Fuck...fuck you..."

He chuckled, patting that big, muscular butt, and set to work giving it the hump of a lifetime. In, out, in, out he went, his balls slapping that smooth spot where the Salamence's internal pair hung. Forward, back, forward, back, pulling that big muscular butt against his crotch, feeling it tensing and shaking as he filled that hole.

And he was big enough to really fill that hole. It wasn't just a taut pair of cheeks or a tight rim, but a tight hole. He had been away too long; he'd need to give it a proper fuck for it to really be properly broken in again.

So, he did.

In, out, in, out, the wet sound of cock sliding into an increasingly-sloppy hole filled his ears, and he growled as he kept up the pace, picking it up somehow and going even faster. Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling that clenching pucker trying to slow him down, feeling it getting looser, wetter, more eager than ever.

Phazon moaned under him, shivering from head to toe, trying and failing to keep himself together. The Salamence's twin dicks throbbed under him, on the verge of spurting all over the bed, and Leon had every intention on making them do just that.

He leaned forward, giving himself a different angle, and no sooner had he started thrusting away from that position than the dragon started gasping for breath, huffing and puffing in new pleasure. The Typhlosion grinned, feeling the spasming inside, the inner walls clenching down on him as hard as they had right at the start. Yes, that was it. He had found the right position to drive the little slut mad.

In, out, in, out, each thrust bottoming out inside of that hole before pulling back out again. Almost all the way out, in some cases, just to make sure that Phazon really felt it when he rammed all the way back in. Forward, back, forward, back, in, out, in, out.

He could feel his own needs rising, his balls starting to pull up, his breath coming faster. He was going to blow a load deep inside this big dragon, remind him where he belonged. Where all dragons belonged.

Under.

Him.

Forward, back, forward, back, his hips a blur as he rammed himself in, the whole room heating up so that the sexy smell of two guys going at it was all that he could smell. In, out, in, out, in, out -

In. He held himself there as Phazon arched his back, moaning as he came on the spot, shooting his seed all over the bed and smearing the sheets. It was like he had completely lost it, his body shaking from head to toe, both dicks jumping and spitting cum all over the place.

Leon rode it out, holding onto those scaly hips, keeping a good grip as the orgasmic shivers ran through the dragon. Phazon's hole was milking him like mad, and while he knew that he could outlast it, he decided that he didn't need to. Why not let the big blue dragon do the work for a change?

It didn't take long for that to pull him over the edge, and he came with a growl and a hiss. His seed was probably hotter than most people could easily take, but Salamence worked with it. As his cum oozed out, flooding that hole and swirling around his cock, the dragon finally collapsed onto the bed.

Leon chuckled.

"What's the matter? Too much for you?"

"Mmmph...felt good..."

"You're going to need to clean that out."

"Later."

"That wiped out?"

"Come on. Give me a break."

He would have teased the big guy a bit more, but to his surprise, he honestly felt rather tired himself. Normally, he would have been good for at least three more rounds, but something about that round felt like it had taken it all out of him. Leon yawned, slowly sliding down onto the bed behind the big blue guy.

They never quite detached, either, and the little shivers still going through that particular part of Phazon's body were enough to keep him hard as he slipped into an involuntary nap.

When he woke up, things were...different.

Leon wasn't sure what he was feeling when he first woke up, but he knew that something was off. He felt...hungry, in a way, but not for food, nor for anything that he had ached for before. In a way, it was like being in a rut, needing to fuck, but that wasn't quite right, either.

It was like how he had felt when he had been topping Phazon just a few hours ago, he supposed, except stronger, like there was some feeling of...of others, of people that needed to be claimed and fucked and -

"Oh, shit..."

Leon sat up, panting as he felt his cock throbbing to life between his legs. He stared at it, almost like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. In reality, he almost couldn't. His dick was harder than it had ever been, and there were veins popping out along the sides almost like the zombies that he had seen on the road and during his travels. His balls felt like they were full, fit to burst if he didn't find someone to fuck now.

Yet, at the same time...

The files.

He remembered how Project Limited Litter had described how the virus had gone bad, how it had boosted the libido of the different people affected by it. He remembered how it wasn't able to fully activate until it sensed enough people already infected, but how it would suddenly surge once that happened.

And he remembered that he wasn't the only lover that his various fuck-buddies had.

If Drac was fucking anyone here...or the other guys...

Then that meant that the virus could easily have spread to a full twenty for the whole thing to activate. And when he came back, when he was among them again, that might have been the trigger point.

Thankfully, Phazon was locked in here with him. The naked dragon growled, dragging his claws against the wall, humping air as he showed off just how huge he was. There were screams elsewhere in the Safe Zone, and Leon realized that not everyone had been infected. Not everyone, not yet.

He grimaced as he pulled himself upright, feeling the urge to chase after those that hadn't been taken just yet. However, now that he knew what he was suffering from, he could do something about it.

Alright...alright...Aura...

The Typhlosion focused on himself, dragging his power through his body. Now that he knew what he was looking for, he could find those little chunks of infected, activated viral cells. They were spread all through his body, but if he could just focus on them for a minute, he could do something about that.

Gradually, he dragged them back down, pulling them towards his balls. It wasn't a comfortable feeling, and in all honesty, it made him hornier to have it all down there, but it wasn't so in his head as it had been. He took several deep breaths, continuing to focus on keeping the virus in him under control.

Phazon slowly turned, the blue dragon panting.

"Leon...mmmph..."

He wasn't dumb, but he wasn't entirely himself, either. He imagined that the Salamence was looking at him and trying to figure out if he was or wasn't infected. Considering that he was messing with the virus as much as he was, he couldn't blame the big guy for the confusion. He stood up, his cock slowly losing some of the bulging veins along the sides, but it was still hard as hell.

"It's me," he said.

"What...what happened?"

"We're infected."

"...What?"

"You heard me. We're infected. But..." He looked down at his cock and his balls. "Maybe not by the same things that everyone else is..."

It remained to be seen, but if he was the source of the infection, then it was going to be different. Not just from the fact that he wasn't from this world, but also from the simple fact that he was so very different. He had powers that were on the level of a Pokémon god, in some ways, and it had to have changed the virus.

Or at the very least, linked him with it.

He looked at the blue dragon, realizing that there was a golden opportunity here. Leon reached out with his Aura again, flexing it and reaching through Phazon's body, searching for the virus again.

There it was, floating in little particles all through the dragon's body, pushing him to be more and more aggressive, more and more sexual, more and more forceful with all that he wanted. His cock was completely in control, and while that was a hot little idea, Leon had other things that he needed right then.

Rather than forcing the virus particles down and suppressing them in the dragon's testicles, he brought them backwards, pulling them along with his will. They were soon lodged deep in Phazon's ass cheeks, resting between them and probably giving him one hell of a desire to bottom.

As he opened his eyes, that was confirmed. The Salamence was blushing, shifting from foot to foot, restraining his hands from reaching back. Yeah, he was definitely wanting to fuck himself.

"Feel better?" Leon asked.

"What did you do?"

"I'm controlling the virus."

"What? That's impossible."

"For the main one, maybe, but this one?"

"...So, you can fix us?"

"Probably not, but I can at least control it so it doesn't get worse."

That was something, at least. It wasn't perfect, but it was a hell of a lot better than the alternative of letting it run rampant.

Of course, he still didn't know what was going on in the rest of the facility, but he doubted that it was anything good. He nodded to the bed, indicating for Phazon to stay behind, and the blue dragon hopped on the bed and stayed there. Leon walked through the door -

And ran right into the black-scaled, white-eyed dragon that had been running the place. One glance was all he needed to know that Drac was infected, but at least he wasn't running wild. He seemed to be holding onto that control by the skin of his teeth, however.

"Hey," Leon said.

"What...did...you...do?" the black dragon asked.

"Well, it looks like I might have been infected, and, uh...now, so are you."

"Yes. I guessed..." He gritted his teeth. "I guessed that. The question...the question is, how?"

"Got me. I guess I picked it up on the way here, but it couldn't take full control, so it mutated."

"...What happened to Phazon?" the white-eyed dragon asked.

"Glad you asked. I shifted the virus around."

"...You can do that?"

"Yes."

"Come on."

The Typhlosion followed the black dragon through the corridors of the Safe Zone, eventually led to a large cluster of semi-zombies. There were some that were holding out, hugging themselves around the middles, trying to ignore the boners that they had throbbing between their legs. They were biting off moans, holding onto their sanity by the skin of their teeth, while on the far side of the room, at least ten sex zombies were beating against the doors and windows of the other side of the Safe Zone. It seemed that a portion of the population had been able to get somewhere safe before they could be caught, and were trying to stay safe for the moment.

Leon doubted that would last for long. The thick glass was holding for now, but there were definite cracks starting to form between the zombies and the normal people. Drac nodded at them.

"Can you...mmmph...can you stop this?"

"I can try."

"Quickly."

"You first," Leon said, turning to the dragon, only for Drac to stop him.

"Them first. I can...I can hold...a little longer."

"Really? You're pulling the martyr card?"

"I'll only be a martyr...if you don't shut up...and fix this..."

He would have preferred to fix the black dragon first, if only because he cared more for him than for most of the others here, but Drac was still - ostensibly - the boss. Leon shook his head, turning his Aura on the crowd.

It was not an easy sort of thing to fix. There were so many of them, and with each successive person that he fixed, it felt that little bit harder. Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe the virus was trying to fight back against him. Either way, it meant that he had to exert considerably more effort to keep it from becoming a problem.

However, he managed to 'tame' the various zombies, leaving them confused, but no longer trying to beat down the windows. Leon leaned back against the wall, holding his head.

"I'm going to need a long nap after this," he muttered.

"They're safe?" Drac asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah. For now."

"Alright. Everyone! Back out of here. We'll...we'll figure this out...later."

Leon fell into the crowd moving through the tunnels, allowing Drac to lead him away. They'd need to do a lot of work to figure out how they were going to fix this properly.

The End

Summary: Leon finds out information on the virus that caused all these problems, and then goes home for some fun.

Tags: M/M, salamence, anthro salamence, Pokémon, typhlosion, anthro, anal, blowjob, foot fetish, orgasm, cum, creampie, double dicks, virus, sex virus, series,