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Ross and Aiden: Got the Scent

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The following story involved the characters of Ross and Aiden. This story take place in Trouble's Growing Pandemic universe and while they involve the same characters, none of the stories are chronologically intertwined or related to one another in any way. The basis of this is merely that it involved the same two characters, in the same universe but with different scenarios. You do not have to have read the previous 'Ross and Aiden' stories to know these two or to know what is going on.

That said, this story involves a lot of the male physical form with an emphasis on genitals, particularly with them being hyper-endowed, enormous muscles and the rapid growth of said muscles, an extreme amount of semen (cum) and copious amounts of heady musk

In short, this story has the following content: M/M, Muscles, Muscle Growth, Cock Growth, Hyper, Musk and Cum.

If that doesn't scare you away, enjoy the story!

****Ross****

Surviving in the devastated city of Whitespire was getting harder and harder by the day. Supplies were running low. More and more Infected were running around as more of the three or so million people within the city and outer suburbs were transformed into wild, rutting monsters. Help didn't seem to be coming despite the constant flyers and announcements being dropped from roving military helicopters. The fearful screams cut through the dilapidated city were replaced by loud, feral, lusty roars.

Supply drops were getting rarer and rarer ever since those Raider Infected had taken to the skies and started attacking the choppers that made the drops. Military personnel began using high altitude planes to make their drops but those slowly descendent boxes carried on their parachutes were like enormous, wooden beacons for the Infected. Whether through design or instinct, the Infected just knew that seeing one of those big boxes meant there would be those untouched by the Pandemic nearby. They often staked it out, just waiting for someone to wander on by before dragging them to god knows where to be turned.

Ross squeezed rushed through the dingy alleyway in the outer reaches of the city. He looked left and right, sharp ice blue eyes making sure no one was following him. Perking his ears, the coppery red coywolf was alert, tail stiff and on edge. Not a sound. He took a sharp breath and quietly began pushing the dumpster away from the hidden door. Again, he stopped to make sure the noise hadn't attracted undue attention.

Nothing.

He let out that held breath and knocked a particular pattern onto the wooden door.

Then he waited, his heart racing.

A few moments later, there was the sound of shuffling and heavy boxes being pulled down. The door slowly inched open and a brown eye poked through. Ross gave the eye a quick smile and a wave before the door shut again. A second later, some locks were undone and more shuffling followed. The door sprang open entirely.

"Anything good?" asked the skinny wolf on the other side of the door. Aiden always looked a little thin but recently with supplies running low, he looked like his fur was wearing him. His black coat was all shaggy and unkempt. His brown hair had grown a little wild and that little goatee he always kept so well maintained had grown spread along his jawline to form a bit of a chinstrap beard.

Compared to the wolf, Ross stood at a whole foot taller and even with the dire situation, his muscles remained strong and hard packed. A few weeks of surviving in this living hell that Whitespire City had become wouldn't keep the former professional football player down. 'Former' being as of three weeks ago when all forms of entertainment had been shut down due to wild, horny monsters rampaging through the streets and a government mandated quarantine. He hefted the large brown backpack he had been hoisting and carried it into the little hideaway he and Aiden had found.

Aiden had always been a nerd and a conspiracy nut. When the idea of a zombie apocalypse first became mainstream, he had jumped on the 'this is how the world will end' wagon and began making preparations. Ross just rolled his eyes, patted his best friend since middle school on the back and went about playing football.

Then the apocalypse really did hit but it didn't come in the form of shambling undead. Despite all his preparations, Aiden hadn't anticipated the horde of hormonal mutants that ploughed through the streets with speed and strength that far outstripped any normal fur. Luckily they made it to the basement of their apartment complex where they had locked themselves in for the past three weeks. Apparently, no one else in the building knew they had a basement. Everyone, including Ross, always though the little door beneath the staircase was some maintenance closet the janitors used. But Aiden found out it was an unused basement and currently, that was where they were holed up.

The door leading straight to the apartment was barricaded shut and the only exit was the door leading into the alleyway which they always made sure to carefully conceal. It always amazed Ross just how much preparation his best friend had gone through. There was a bunk bed there for both of them, food to last a while and Aiden had even managed to hook up a second computer to the internet.

But that had been three weeks ago.

Now, their food stores were running low. Aiden had apparently been hoarding food there for a while and some of it was starting to smell a little rancid. The basement had turned into a real man-cave since neither of them had managed to wash their clothes in that time or even take a bath. Discarded clothing lay in piles at the base of their beds and the strong musk of two men lingered in the air. It was a welcome relief when one or either of them could leave the basement to scout for supplies.

Ross rested the backpack on the small table Aiden had erected at the centre of the room. "Got a pretty decent haul. Raided the Quick-EZ Mart two blocks down." He pulled out a few cans of food and microwavable, pre-prepared meals. "Still amazes me that the city still has power even now."

"The power plant is actually outside the city limits," Aiden answered, picking up one of the lasagne dinners and grinning broadly. His tail was wagging happily. "Last I heard, it's actually outside of the military quarantine and people are still working to provide power. Not sure how long that'll last but I'm holding out hope. It means they haven't given up on us."

The big coywolf pulled off his football helmet and rested it on the table. He grabbed a few of the frozen foods he could and carried them over to the large refrigerator that Aiden had installed in here. He wrenched the door open and stuffed the perishable foods inside. "Still think that one day someone will come up with a cure and save our furry butts?"

"What else can we do?" Aiden replied. He pushed the dinner in his paws into the microwave they had and pushed a few buttons. "The military isn't going to let us out and they'd have bombed us by now if they had really given up." He leaned against the bench, a wry smile on his face. The glasses he wore were a little lopsided so he adjusted them on his muzzle. "I like to think that they're actually waiting for someone to come up with a cure."

Ross let out a soft, gruff laugh. "Or they could just be arguing up on top whether or not they should bomb us. It's only been three weeks. Takes longer for the politicians to decide to shit."

"So what? You think we should just give up?" asked the darker wolf. "I'm not going to shoot myself in the head, Ross."

"No! Nothing like that! Just -"

They both fell silent as they heard a loud shuffling from just outside the door. Someone big was sniffing around; there were some loud, heavy breaths coming from outside. The two friends exchanged glances. Aiden crept silently towards where he kept his trusty baseball bat and Ross inched towards where his fire axe rested. From the light streaming in from the underside of the door, they could see the shadow of something hunting around just on the other side. Ross' tail went on edge and he forced himself to keep a growl down. Claws began scratching against the wooden frame and his eyes bulged.

The Infected was going to break in!

"OH GOD NOOOOOOO!"

The cry made both men tense. There was a startled snort from the Infected just on the other side of the door. Then it was bounding away, it's huge, heavy footsteps carrying it away from their hideout. Even with that, the two remained frozen in place for a long moment, eyes fixed on the door and just waiting.

Ross realised he had stopped breathing. His lungs began to burn and he let out a gasp. Aiden gave him a shaky grin from the other side of the room and they both slumped down to the floor in relief. Neither of them spoke as they just continued to grin at one another in silence, just silently communicating their relief to one another.

BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!

Both of them instantly jumped and Aiden rushed towards the microwave, fumbling for the 'open door' button as the infernal thing kept spewing out the high-pitched, shrill beeping. Aiden yanked the door open, both of their hearts racing suddenly. The delicious smell of pre-made lasagne filled their little hide out.

"Aiden, man..." Ross said softly. "I think we need to find a new place to hide."

The black and white wolf turned to him in surprise. "What? Why? We've got everything we could possibly want here." He gestured towards the beds. "A place to sleep, shelter, food..."

"But if one of those big-dicked beasts gets through that door, what then?" Ross asked, gesturing at the thin wooden frame that had stood between them and one of the Infected. "We barricaded the other door. There's no way out of here."

Aiden's shoulder slumped heavily. "But they don't. We've been lucky so far."

"Coach always said that men make their own luck," said the coywolf fiercely. He slumped into the large chair beside the table. "We can't be lucky forever. A few more seconds and that guy would've busted in here and if they turned you into one of them..."

With a sigh, Aiden gave him a tired look. It was clear he was afraid of going out there but also very scared of being trapped in here as well. But he wanted to survive as well. "What do you suggest? Where else can we hide?"

Ross lifted his muzzle towards his friend. "The football stadium."

The brown-eyed wolf frowned at him and adjusted his glasses again. "You're kidding me. The football stadium. The place where you work. That big, open donut-shaped bullseye that can house maybe ten thousand people and could have Infected running around everywhere. You want us to go there of all places?"

He lifted his paws. "Hear me out. The stadium has a lot more room and is closer to things than our place is. We've really only got the _Quick EZ Mart_two blocks down and the supermarket even further than that and even those are running out of good stuff."

"Are you kidding me!? You came across this kickass lasagne!"

"A whole day's scavenging and that's basically all I came up with." He shook his head at his friend grimly. "Aiden, face facts. We can survive maybe a few more days, a week tops here before we run out of food."

"So let's wait out the week. The cure -"

"Shut the fuck up about the cure!" Ross roared, slamming his fist into the table, causing it to shake. They both stopped, perking their ears and listening for any signs of the Infected. When none came, Ross growled at his friend. "We can't rely on politicians or outside scientists coming up with a way to get us out of here. We can't just hold out hope and pray they'll save us before our food and water runs out. Our chances of surviving until your cure is made is if we find some place more defensible with more food, more water and closer to other prime scavenging places."

"But the football stadium...?"

He fixed the smaller wolf with a piercing stare. "You know I'm right, Aiden. The stadium isn't in the middle of the city where the Infected are thickest. It's in the outer suburbs, where we are now. If we're careful, we can get there in a couple of hours. It's got a shopping mall and other buildings close to it that we can raid. Yes, there might be Infected there but it's my home turf. I know it inside out. It's a maze to anyone who doesn't know their way around."

Aiden's ears folded back and he wrapped his tail around his leg, a sure sign that he was faltering. Ross hated cornering his friend like that but he knew they had to leave this place. They were trapped here and today... they just came so close to being infected.

"But..." whimpered the small lupine. "All my stuff is here..."

"You can get more stuff," Ross said. "You can't get another life."

Aiden sighed softly and shut his eyes. "Okay..." Then with more determination, he said, "Okay. Let me map out the best route there and we can start packing." He shuddered slightly. "This is scary..."

Ross pulled himself off his chair and wandered over to the wolf, gently clasping his friend's forearm. "Look. I know you haven't left this place since all this shit began. But you need to. Getting out will be good for you. Trust me. If we're going to survive, we need to leave this place."

"I know..." He got a small smile from the smaller wolf. "Thanks Ross. You've always looked after me."

The big coywolf shrugged. "And you've always been the best IT Support guy I've ever had. Never had to call one of those guys to fix my PC. Hell, you built my rig from scratch. I owe you for that."

"Right," Aiden rumbled, rolling his eyes. "How much will you need a 12 GB graphics card now?"

****Aiden****

Whitespire Stadium had been built exclusively for the Whitespire Beasts back when the city became rich enough to create and maintain its own football team and stadium. It was equipped with top of the line technology and security measures but even that hadn't been enough to keep the Infected at bay. It was noon and the sun was blazing high above when Aiden and Ross made their way towards the Stadium.

There was a whole bunch of Infected gathered in the parking lot. At the time that the pandemic first broke out, there hadn't been a game on and only the players had been at attendance. Ross had excused himself from the day's practice as he had promised Aiden that he'd help him move 'something big and heavy'. As it turns out, that something was the fridge that Aiden had ordered into the basement. Lucky for them in a sense.

"I recognise that guy..." Ross whispered as he ducked behind a familiar SUV.

"Which one?" Aiden asked, adjusting his glasses one more time.

Across the parking lot there were a few large Infected meandering about, looking for prey. They were constantly sniffing around and were drawn to one another, often sniffing each other's tense bubble butts or pushing their noses into each other's arm pits thick with sweaty armpit hair.

"The lion. Over there. He's Henderson. Our quarterback."

Ross played on the defensive line and naturally had to be rather big and burly but compared to the Infected, he was significantly smaller. Each of them were huge, towering over the cars with ease, muscles bulging like each cord was infused with raw power and barely contained by a thin layer of skin and fur. They were all so perfectly proportionate as well. No ridiculously small heads on mountainous shoulders, no hilariously small legs or puny paws attached to meaty forearms. Each one was like looking upon a god of masculine perfection.

"Fuck, he's huge," Aiden whispered. He narrowed his gaze at the Infected as they wandered into the stadium. "No extra dicks, no tentacle-like growths... proportionate body size... But very thick body hair. I think they might be Musk Infected."

"You can tell?"

He gave the coywolf a shrug. "The military released a dossier into the internet about them. They've been documenting them."

"And you can identify them on sight?"

"I need something to do while you're gone scavenging for food all day."

"Uh-huh. So what does that mean?"

Aiden swivelled his ears back and began pulling off his backpack. "It means that their greatest weapon is the fact that they can exude a very thick, very alluring scent. It lowers your inhibitions and that's how they get you."

"Shit." Ross ducked his head and covered his nose with a paw. "How are we supposed to fight something like that?"

"Easy." Aiden pulled out what looked like medical masks, the kind of masks that dentists wear when they were drilling holes into teeth. "Here, put these on. I put something in them that should overpower the smell."

Ross noticed the distinct yellowish-green stains on the masks. "Oh dude... you didn't piss on them did you?"

He gave his friend an exasperated stare. "No you big baby. It's ginger ale."

"Oh. I like ginger ale."

Ross put on the face mask and so did Aiden. The almost sickly sweet scent of the soda was quite overpowering. Plucking his backpack off the ground once more, Aiden began creeping towards the stadium. As he crawled between each of the player's cars, recognising Ross' truck that he only ever really used to drive to and from the stadium. He could never drive the thing because it was a manual. Ross had loaned it to one of his football buddies for the week since they made a habit of carpooling.

His ears flicked back and forth as he heard the rumblings of the Musk Infected. Their voices were so deep that it sounded like thunder.

"Dude, I need to fuckin' fuck something!"

"Dun give me that look, man. Ya ain't fucking me! Not that you could!"

"Bullshit! I could bend you over like my bitch! Check out these guns!"_He suspected one of the Infected just flexed. _"Bam!"

"Jocks..." he muttered with disgust. "All of them are such stupid muscle heads."

"Ahem..."

He glanced backwards and gave Ross an apologetic grin. "Present company exempted of course."

"That's better," Ross rumbled. He peered through the window of his own truck. "Fuck... They're not moving and just posing in front of the stadium."

"Aren't there multiple entrances to this place?"

"Yeah. On game nights. But remember, it wasn't game night when the infection broke out. Only the players' entrance is open and that's the one they're blocking right now. Try to bust into the others and you'll get pepper sprayed in the face."

Aiden shook his head, his tail starting to slide between his legs. "This was a bad idea..."

His friend seized his shoulder. "Don't go backing down on me now, bud. We made it this far. No turning back now. And if we can get into the stadium and lock it down, we'll be safer than ever." He ducked his head to avoid being seen. "I guess the question is... how do we get them away from the door?"

Cogs slowly began ticking away in Aiden's mind. Slowly, he poked his head up, peering into Ross' truck. "How much do you love your ride?"

"It's a crappy old piece of shit that I'm sure will explode one of these days. Why?"

Aiden dropped back down to a crouch. "Because your buddy left the keys in the ignition." His brown eyes darted from right to left, his brain racing with ideas. "I'm going to start your car. Then jam the accelerator with something." He reached into his backpack again and pulled out a brick. "Probably this."

Ross pulled back in surprise. "You've been carrying a brick around? Why?"

"Why not?"

Quietly, Aiden tried the door handle. It popped open with a soft pop. The Musk Infected were too busy posing and showing off to hear him crawl across the passenger seat, keeping his head down. Lying flat across the front of the truck, he pulled off his shoe and pulled the shoelace from it and tied it to the accelerator. With a gulp, he gave Ross a nod over his shoulder. The big coywolf seized his ankles, ready for what had to be the most insane plan either of them had ever come up with.

Aiden quickly twisted the key, starting the engine. Before the wheels could squeal too loudly, Ross pulled him back, yanking him out of the truck. The wolf quickly seized the handbrake and the gear shift, slamming them down. The truck let out an ungodly roar, catching the attention of the Musk Infected.

Both men scrambled away, Aiden discarding his remaining shoe and hobbling away towards the stadium. The Infected raced towards the truck, sniffing the air loudly as they approached. Aiden was about two cars away when he realised something was wrong.

The truck wasn't moving very far or very fast.

Then he remembered.

The truck was a manual.

Shit.

They were barely far enough from the Infected before the lion, the quarterback known as Henderson found his shoe and picked it up. The big feline pushed it towards his nose and took a big, long sniff of it.

"Fuck. Smells good. Nice and nerdy." He lifted the shoe high above his head for all the other infected to see. "Come on boys! We got a nerd to make squeal!"

Aiden let out a soft whimper before Ross' big, strong paw seized his wrist and yanked him hard away. All subtlety went out the window as the charged straight for one open entrance.

"Run, Aiden! Run!" Ross cried.

Not being as athletic as his best friend, Aiden could only be dragged along. Fear in his eyes, he watched as the Musk Infected charged straight towards them. Some of them leapt onto the cars, metal bending against their bare paws and sheer weight. Aiden's own feet ached from the long trek and those this fervent running without shoes.

Desperate, he quickly shrugged off his backpack and reached into it all while running. He pulled out a small canister and hurled it straight into the Infected. The container exploded, thick brown bubbles shooting out of two ends and getting into the Infected's eyes. He hurled more cans and each of them exploded, shooting liquid in all directions and stunning the Musk Infected for the briefest of moments. Enough at least for the two to leap over the turn styles and into the stadium.

"What the hell did you just throw!?" Ross demanded.

"Cola," Aiden said with a shrug. The burly coywolf gave him a stunned look. "What? It's sugar free."

He turned and jammed a paw against a nearby, big, red button. An alarm blared out from around them and the shutters instantly began closing. Ross began back pedalling as several other shutters began descending all along the entrance tunnel. The stadium seemed built for this sort of thing as thick, steel walls even came down between each of the shutters. They managed to make it into the stadium itself just as the last of the three layers of walls slammed shut behind them.

It was with much relief that there weren't any more infected running around the stadium interior. The grass was clean, a little overgrown but otherwise unblemished. The stands were a little worn but nothing out of the ordinary.

They had made it.

This would be their new home.

**** Ross ****

It took a good hour or so of quietly stalking through the halls of the stadium to completely and utterly confirm that there were no other infected within the stadium walls. Aiden had managed to get into the security office and powered up the security cameras. With a few button presses, he had printed them all passes to give them access to the entire stadium.

After that...

"Holy shit!"

Ross pulled open the large storage freezer for a single food stall. It was filled to the brim with frozen foods. Admittedly, it was all the kinds of food that would probably reflect poorly on his ripped body but still. It was food and this was with just one stand. There were healthier options of course but he had a craving for some big, salty sausages.

"You know," Aiden said, inspecting the equipment of the little store. "We could probably make an SOS sign on the field. With all the helicopters and planes flying by, they're bound to see us. Though it might be risky what with all the Raiders..."

"Raiders?" Ross asked, stepping out of the freezer with a box full of frozen hotdogs.

"They're the flying Infected we see." Aiden frowned at him. "Dude, are you seriously going to cook all that?"

"Hell yeah!" Ross exclaimed, setting them down and firing up one of the stovetops. "I've been eating nothing but canned food and the occasional pre-cooked meal for the past three weeks!"

"And flash-frozen hotdogs from a football stadium food court store is better."

"Hey, we've got workout equipment down in the lower floors. We can drag them out and work off this fat."

Aiden rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Of course."

Ross grinned and caught his friend in a mighty headlock. "Aww, come on Aiden! Let's celebrate! We just secured ourselves one kickass base! This is a place we can hole up in for months!" He reached down and caught Aiden's cheek in a little pinch. "And if you worked out a little, maybe you wouldn't need me rescuing your scrawny butt."

"I'm not scrawny!" Aiden growled, trying to wrench himself free of Ross' thick forearm but it was futile. "I just have a high metabolism!"

Laughing heartily, Ross let his friend go and nodded towards the various seats around the foot court. "Go on, have a seat. I'll have lunch ready in a bit." Then his eyes lit up. "Oooh! And for dinner, we can head up to the Skybox! I've always wanted to go up there! I bet they have a kickass kitchen up there and we can have all sorts of gourmet shit!"

Aiden rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Might be someplace nice to sleep as well. We'll get a nice view of the stadium. If I recall as well it's got a one-way mirror so no one can see us from the other side..."

"Stop being so paranoid, bud!" Ross laughed, waving a big paw in his direction. "Relax!"

Aiden mumbled something about not ever being able to relax in an apocalypse and shuffled away. Ross just chuckled softly and waited for the stovetop to fully heat up. Once it was done, he grabbed some chopped onions, a pawful of diced bacon and a few sausages. The sound of sizzling food and the aroma of actual cooking meals sent a shiver down his spine and made his muzzle water. It felt like forever since he had a home cooked meal. Admittedly, this wasn't exactly 'home cooked' but it was close enough.

He grabbed a few buns from where they were stored, lathered some butter on them and then set them on the stovetop to crisp up. After a bit of tossing around the ingredients, the delicious aroma of hotdogs filled the air and he quickly had a stack of freshly cooked sausages sandwiched between golden brown buns, lathered with all the trimmings. He carried it out into the food court where Aiden was carrying over what looked like to slices of cake.

"Cake huh?" Ross laughed softly.

"They're going to go to waste," mumbled the wolf. "I'm surprise they're still good."

Ross set down the plate of hotdogs and beckoned his friend to dig in. While Aiden was hesitant at first, he quickly began ravaging the meal. Both of them were starved and hadn't had a good, hot meal that wasn't microwaved for three whole weeks. When half of the hotdogs were done, Ross went back to the kitchen to cook some more. Aiden brought over their meal and they ate them while cooking. They scarfed down the hotdogs fresh off the grill and topped it all off with some soda and cake.

It was with a content sigh that they shut off the equipment and carried their sodas out into the stadium. The sun was still fairly high in the sky but the day was indeed starting to wind down. There was a certain peace and serenity about staring at the empty field without the chaos of having multiple teams bashing into one another or a large crowd cheering wildly.

There was also a tinge of loneliness about it as well.

"You think this place will ever be filled with people again?" he asked softly.

Aiden took a moment to reply. When Ross glanced at him, the wolf adjusted his glasses lightly. "I don't know. Maybe someday. And when that day comes, you're going to play with your team again. You're going to tear up this field, score that touchdown and make your mark in history."

"I'm on the defence, bud. The chances of me scoring a touchdown..."

"It could happen! Maybe..."

Ross laughed softly and got out of his seat. "Mind if we hit up the locker rooms again? I'm feeling a little... nostalgic."

Aiden agreed and after the finished their sodas, they headed down to the field and headed into the Whitespire Beasts' locker rooms. The emblem of the team was marked all over the walls. When they had first come into room, he had expected to see lockers smashed in, cum everywhere and signs of sex everywhere. He had honestly been a little wary of it since he suspected that if any Infected were hiding out, it'd be in the locker rooms.

Surprisingly, it was clean and organised. He supposed after hearing about the pandemic, the players had tried to make it out before they were accosted by the Infected. Thinking about his teammates, his brothers, turning into one of those monsters... it left a sad, empty feeling in his chest. He wanted to hope that a cure would be found and they'd turn back but...

With a deep breath, he stepped towards his locker, running a paw over the surface. Regardless of what happened, he wouldn't be playing football for a while now.

"You alright, Ross?" Aiden asked. The wolf was wandering between the locker units. He momentarily ducked out of sight.

"Yeah... just..." Ross laughed softly and shook his head. "Coach said that men made their own luck. So much so that he actually tried to get us to inject ourselves with a performance enhancing drug."

"You didn't take it, did you?"

Ross opened his locker and sighed. Lying on top of his football uniform was an empty syringe. "N - No," he answered. "Of course not. He did say it was our choice. Most of the guys took it anyway. We're not that big of a team, after all. Don't think we've gotten to_that_ level of competition."

"It's disgusting to think that there's that level even exists in professional sports."

"Hey, people will do anything to win. Just like you'd do anything for the best rig."

"It's not the same."

Ross regarded the syringe mournfully. "Don't think everyone sees it that way."

"Taking drugs is giving up, Ross." Aiden poked his head from around the corner. "It's giving up on your body, on your dreams. It's saying that you can't push yourself further so you need the help of artificial chemicals." The wolf beamed at him. "And like you said to me yesterday. We can't give up. Look where we are now, right? If you had given up, we'd still be in that dingy basement."

The coywolf gave his friend a smile. "Yeah. You're right."

Smiling back, Aiden ducked back out of view and continued exploring.

Ross glanced towards his locker again and gave himself a firm nod. He wasn't going to give up.

"Whoa! Shit!"

His tail suddenly fluffed out and he was instantly bounding towards the sound of Aiden's startled cry. "Aiden! Are you -" He stopped dead in his tracks when he found his fried buried under a laundry cart. Smelly, used jockstraps covered Aiden comically and almost entirely. Only his friend's black tail was sticking out of the pile of mostly white athletic supporters.

Ross couldn't help it.

He burst out laughing.

Aiden poked his head out from the pile, one jockstrap sitting directly on his muzzle with one strap looped over his ear.

"Not funny!"

"Oh yeah it is," snickered Ross, striding forward and offering a paw. "Dude, I think you go my jockstrap on your muzzle."

"Eeewww!" Aiden yanked off the jockstrap and flicked it away.

"Kidding! I wasn't here when this shit started, remember?" Aiden took his paw and he pulled the wolf out of the pile that exuded a strong manly musk. "What were you doing poking around a laundry cart?"

"It was hiding in that closet."

Aiden jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the open utility closet. It looked like someone had propped the cart up against the door in such a way that when it opened, it would topple down onto the person that opened it. Curious, Ross peered into the closet itself but found no one within. That suggested that it had been set up from the outside but that was just strange. Why would anyone do that?

"I need a shower..." Aiden mumbled, shivering visible, his fur sticking out.

"We both need one," Ross laughed. "Been a while since we've both showered." He lifted his arm and gave his own pit a sniff. He let out a woof and pulled his nose away. "I'm ripe."

"Yeah, I can tell..." Aiden mumbled, waving a paw over his muzzle. "Do you guys have shared showers or are there stalls?"

"We do but..." Ross' eyes gleamed. "I heard they have a hot tub in the Skybox."

"Really? Come on, Ross. Is that really necessary."

The coywolf wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulder with a grin. "Absolutely. Yes."

****Aiden*****

The sink of the jockstraps were really clinging to Aiden's fur and he felt so dirty like little comical stink lines were creeping between the bands of his fur and seeping into his very flesh. No matter how much he tried ignore it, the heady, musky stench like dried cum mixed with the need for sex and sour stink of sweat kept jabbing at his nostrils. Whenever he thought he had gotten used to it, it would return, flood his nostrils and jab his brain.

Each little assault caused him to become a little nauseous. The food in his stomach churned in revulsion but he forced it down. The path to the Skybox was much longer than it seemed as he constantly fought of dizzy spells. His vision actually began to blur a little. Then he realised that his glasses had slipped off a little and he pushed them back up to eye level. They slipped off a moment later. His fur had become soaked with sweat that his glasses just weren't staying on.

"You alright there, bud?"

Aiden gave his friend a shaky grin. "I think all the day's shit has just started to catch up with me," he mumbled. "I could use that bath right about now."

Ross gave him an encouraging smile. "Yeah, I know. Don't worry. We're almost there."

Each step forward became like a new inferno that launched lanced throughout his entire body. Waves of heat pulsated through every vein, every artery and seeped into his muscles and bones. Before long, Aiden was panting heavily. He vaguely registered Ross telling him that it wasn't that tiring but his heart was pounding in his ears, drowning out all other sound. The rising heat started to make its source known. Blood had caused his dick to rise out of his sheath, beating like a second heart and begging for attention.

Between the constant assaults of the scent lingering about him and the throbbing of his dick, poor Aiden was being pulled from one side to the other in a bizarre tug of war. With each heavy pant, he was sucking in more and more of that beautifully, musky scent. Each lungful no longer made him gag. It became_his oxygen. He _needed to breathe in that heavenly aroma.

His mind began to race. Something was wrong. Something was definitely_very wrong. He shouldn't be feeling like this. He shouldn't be feeling _so goddamn good.

"Urgh..." he moaned, stumbling slightly as they made their way up the stairs.

"Oh come on, you big baby," Ross laughed. "Don't make me carry you..."

"Roooooss..." moaned the wolf. "Something... wrong... feel... Feel hot..."

"Alright bud. We're almost at the Skybox. We'll get you nice and cooled off."

Aiden blinked a couple of times. His vision was starting to get blurry again and he fumbled to push his glasses back into position. Then he realised his glasses were already pressed up against his eyes. With a grunt that sounded strange coming from his own muzzle, he took a few more steps up the stairs and pulled off his glasses. He rubbed the sweat from his eyes and looked up.

He was stunned to find that his vision was perfectly clear. He watched Ross' big, broad back move up the stairs, pulling away slowly from him. Those big, thick legs built to hold their ground even as an equally built man slammed into him looked so juicy and plump. Aiden found himself licking his lips. Ross was such an Alpha Male.

He wanted those legs. He wanted that back. He wanted to be an Alpha.

The wolf suddenly shook his head.

Those thoughts... they felt wrong. He took a few breaths, not even minding that the stink that surrounded him was thicker than ever. All he needed was to cool off. And there was nothing wrong with popping a boner now that he was relaxed and safe. He hadn't had any stress relief for three weeks! His balls were so blue that they were ready to burst!

The sweating wolf followed his friend, tossing aside his glasses. He started taking the steps two at a time in an attempt to catch up with his coywolf friend. With each step, his muscles vibrated with new strength. His bare feet began to throb with the beating of his heart and his dick. Toes began filling with more mass, his soles stretching out and growing. His calves began to tighten up. As his shins lengthened, slowly inching him taller and taller, his jeans began to ride up his legs. They immediately got stuck against his calves which had plumped to become two, large heart-shaped mounds. He stumbled a little as his knees buckled, their form and shape twisting to prepare for the mass they were about to support. Thick veins pushed up his thighs, touching his quads and hamstrings. Muscles grew, stretching his jeans until they were about ready to burst at the seams.

As this happened, his cock, now painfully erect, began sliding down his pant leg, the definitive bulge creeping down his right leg and growing bigger and bigger. A wet stain began travelling down the garment, tracing the path of the swelling member as it went from its typical six inches to eight, from eight to ten and then to a tremendous twelve inches without showing any signs of slowing.

"Here we are!" Ross exclaimed.

For a moment, Aiden snapped himself away from the lust. His brown eyes were glazed over but he could still barely make out his best friend - his sexy as hell best friend - looming over the big glass doors into the Skybox. Beyond the door, he could see the large deck arrayed with comfortable sofas and a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the stadium.

"Bath..." Aiden rumbled. "... cool... water... Need..."

"I know buddy, I know," Ross said with a smile. "Come on, almost there. I'll just swipe this card you made and..."

Aiden threw his head back and let out a roar. He shouldered his way past Ross and smashed right through the glass. Ross pulled back in surprise as his the wolf charged right past him and stumbled into the room. Aiden hunched forward, breathing heavily as sweat soaked every inch of his body. His panting grew loud and ragged. The air his body demanded could not be filled by just breathing through his nose. It became mandatory to take big, long huffs from his muzzle. His nostrils flared out, taking in that heavenly scent that began emanating from him.

"Oh shit..." Ross whimpered. "Aiden... you're... You're -"

The wolf suddenly straightened, throwing his biceps back and unleashing a double bicep flex. As he did so, his shirt stretched over his growing pectorals and rode up from his pants, revealing abdominals that were growing and hardening by the second.

"I'm a fucking stud!" he roared.

It felt so good to stretch his muscles. He could feel the pump through them! He need more. He needed to be bigger. And he knew how. Aiden lifted his arms over his head, clasping his fingers together and stretching every muscle there. He buried his muzzle against his armpit, taking in the strong musky scent that he exuded, he let it permeate his very being. Like breathing in ambrosia, he could feel the scent sliding down his nostrils, funnelling down his throat and filling his lungs where it immediately spread throughout his entire body.

Every inch of his form suddenly surged with new size and mass. Inches were added to his height but his jeans could no longer take anymore mass. They ripped at the seams, flinging pieces of fabric in all directions. His tail wagged happily, wafting his scent all over the Skybox. All traces of fat faded into his black fur. Muscles took their place like thick corded steaks were pressed tightly up against his skin, pushing out his fur and pressing his thick veins against his skin. His thighs blossomed into a wall of indomitable muscle, pushing up his perky, ass that seemed so welcoming and inviting.

With his pants finally shredded clean, his dick was somewhat free but still strained by his boxer shorts which were growing tighter and tighter by the second. A dazed and lusty grin crossed his features and h thrust his hips into the air. He flexed his cock, feeling the pump of his blood and lust driving through the incredible shaft. With every pulse, he could feel it growing stronger, longer and thicker. He let out a deep, thunderous grunt and his cock broke free of his boxers. They flung backwards, flying off his rear and finally letting his massive member free.

"This feels so fucking good!" the wolf roared.

He seized his huge dick in one paw, running his fingers along its entire length. His palms grew bigger and bigger to accommodate the throbbing, black shaft, each vein like a ribbed ridge that sent waves of arousal throughout his whole body. Each breath he took was another lungful of that euphoric musk. He kept one arm arched over the back of his head so he had a direct source of that odour. He leaned down and took another whiff, loving how the dark brown hairs under his pits grew thicker and longer; all the better to carry his scent with.

A deep rumbling came from his chest like the rolling of thunder. Just merely breathing emitted the incredible, manly sound of a true titan. Along with his scent, he love that incredible chorus. It filled his ears, overpowered the blood pumping through his veins.

He peered at the glass windows and caught his growing reflection. So manly. So big. Such an Alpha.

His paws quivered against his dick. This was the cock of a god. A cock of a true man. To touch it, to have_it attached to _his body was just so amazing!

But smell, touch, sight and hearing weren't enough. He had to taste_a true man. Aiden's tongue slipped between his smiling lips and lapped at his sweat pits. The tangy taste sent fire throughout his entire body and with another surge of growth, his chest burst free of his shirt, tearing it to shreds and right down the middle to leave him with a white, ragged vest. Now free of the confines of clothing, he was free to grow, to _breathe completely.

Mountainous pectorals covered in white fur were instantly interrupted by a burst of thick, brown chest fur, creeping across his cleft and forming a delectable treasure trail down his abdominals and to his crotch. As sweat continued to pour from his immense, ripped body, the fur caught it, somehow amplified it and spread the aroma all over the Skybox. His shoulders ballooned out into bowling balls, trapping the last bands of his shirt between his deltoids and lats. There, the fabric could no longer take his growing mass and finally tore away and crumbled to his feet.

The newly made Musk Infected threw his head back and let out a tremendous roar, his voice like thunder.

"FUCK YEAH!"

He felt so pumped. So big. Such an Alpha Male!

Aiden grunted and posed in front of his reflection, pressing his knuckles against his hips and bouncing his massive pectorals.

"I look fucking great! Look at me! I'm a stud!"

Then he felt something big, wet and slick press up against his ass. Two large paws seized his waist and a lust tongue lapped against his chest.

"And I'm gonna ride your fucking ass all night long," Ross growled, the sound of his own deafening voice getting Aiden's cock to spasm with joy.

****Ross****

Ross was in shock.

The entire way up to the Skybox, he had been so full of pep and joy. He had beaten_the serum! Since he had heard that his entire team had been transformed into Musk Infected, he had _feared that he might turn into one of them as well. It couldn't have been a coincidence that the coach had given them all some 'mysterious serum' and then they all turned. Ross feared that he the 'performance enhancing drug' he had been given was some sort of strain of the pandemic.

It couldn't have been some coincidence that despite having minimal nutrition and little to no exercise for three weeks he had remained fit and strong. It was the reason why he insisted on being the only one to go out scouting for food. If he actually turned out to be infected and turned, then he wouldn't have put Aiden in danger. One of the reasons he also wanted to get out of that basement was for fear that his musk may have affected his best friend. Seeing his former teammates in such a state had also cemented his fears.

But then, Aiden told him not to give up.

And he realised... he had beaten the serum!

Whatever the coach had given him, whatever it was that was keeping him fit, he had beaten it!

He could be immune!

He could be the cure Aiden was looking for.

And while he was riding the high of possibly being the saviour of Whitespire, he failed to notice his best friend changing before him.

That is until Aiden charged right through the glass sliding doors and began growing right in front of him. Ross stood in mute shock as the black and white wolf bulged out, grew and became a titan amongst men. The strong, musky odour Aiden exuded.... It was the jockstraps! The jockstraps that Aiden had fallen into had infected him! They had been set up there as an honest to god trap!

"Aiden..." Ross whimpered. "No... please don't leave -"

He never got to finish as suddenly, Aiden's boxer shorts came flying towards him, slapping him directly between the eyes. He staggered back a few steps, gasping in shock. That one gasp got him a lungful of Aiden's strong, manly scent and a few drops of the big wolf's salty precum. Ross had been out in the field enough to know that was a damning condition.

But he was immune.

Right?

He grunted as his guts began squirming, his abdominals seizing up like they had turned into blocks of marble. The coppery coywolf let out a grunt, throwing his shoulders back like he had been struck by lightning. Instincts took over and he seized the tattered piece of underwear, shoving it against his nose and taking a deep, long whiff. The manly smell, the pheromones and the _lust_embedded with it was just too much for him.

A deep, rumbling growl rose from his throat and he took a step forward, every inch of his body quaking. His icy blue eyes glazed over even though his mind railed against the transformation wracking his body. Inches were quickly added to his height and his shirt started bursting at the seams. With one paw pushing the pre-cum soaked underwear against his nose, the other moved towards his crotch, seizing the writhing snake contained within. The touch was electric and he instantly bucked his hips into his paw.

He took another step forward, drawing closer to Aiden... to sexy, big, Alpha Aiden. Through the haze of lust, he could make out Aiden's swinging tail and the bubble butt that tantalised him. A feral rumble rose from his throat. Like a big juicy magnet, that ass drew him closer and closer and he took another staggering step forward. His foot burst free from his sneakers, claws tearing right through the fabric and leaving the soles behind. He shook off the remnants of his shoes, the gesture stimulating the muscles all along his leg into growing. Already at large tree trunk stacks, they ballooned into immense steel pillars making him truly immovable.

Ross' claws dug into his shorts which were riding up his monstrous thighs with each passing second. Thick mounds of muscle bulged against his red fur, pulsating veins creeping along their length. Each muscle looked so hard and strong, so meticulously maintained that he could easily be a perfect anatomical reference. He took another deep breath, filling his lungs with that amazing scent. That empowered him, emboldened him and he wrenched his shorts free completely off his body, underwear and all. His thick, plump dick had already reached an immense thirteen inches and showed no signs of slowing its growth. The pulsating member was as thick as a normal man's forearm but he knew - he just knew - it would fit in Aiden's ass.

He took another step forward and got a face full of Aiden's scent as the huge wolf flexed. It was much stronger straight from the source and he tossed aside the rag hanging over his muzzle. Every breath was like fire. It filled him, coursed through his veins and reforged the steel of his body into the titanic shape of a true Infected. His abdominals, already so hard cut and diamond hard grew bigger and bigger until each one would take a hand to hold. His bellybutton practically disappeared into the folds of his abdominals. His lats spread out, curving so perfectly to his abs and leading the eye well into his broad, muscled shoulders.

As he took another big, powerful breath, his chest ballooned out. The fur on his chest grew even thicker and he could feel the same happening just underneath his armpits. His own powerful scent mixed and melded with Aiden's, filling the Skybox in its entirety. He shuddered. The blend was so perfect.

Aiden roared. "I look fucking great! Look at me! I'm a stud!"

He lunged forward, thick muscled arms quivering as they grew into huge machines capable of crushing men with ease.

"And I'm gonna ride your fucking ass all night long," he rumbled, his voice so deep, so sexy. He buried his muzzle against Aiden's neck, taking in his scent while he guided his dick expertly into the canine's ass. He put all his weight against Aiden, shoving the wolf down onto his paws and knees.

Ross pushed the tip of his dick into that perfect ass, the heat of the union shooting electricity through both of their bodies. He went straight into auto-pilot. Deep, feral growls rose from their chests. He pushed himself into the wolf beneath him, thrusting and feeling the wolf's slowly welcoming him more and more as inch after inch of his prick entered the lupine.

Suddenly, Aiden sprang to his feet and swung himself around on the tip of Ross' pole. Still somehow remaining impaled on the invading dick, Aiden curled his legs around the coywolf's waist. While still standing, gravity worked with Ross as Aiden slipped down his cock more.

"You're not fucking me fast enough, fucker!" Aiden roared, his voice shaking the glass around them. He lifted his arms into the air, blasting Ross with a wave of his odour. "Fuck me harder! Faster!"

"You want it!?" Ross roared, rising to the challenge. He thrust his hips upwards, pushing himself another inch into his best friend. "Take it fuckface!"

He grunted and groaned letting both the might of his thrusts and gravity drive him deeper and deeper into the wolf. Ross buried his muzzle deep into Aiden's pits, taking in that deep scent and even lapping at it. He wanted to commit it to memory, burn it forever in his mind. It was he first fuck as an Infected. He wanted it to last.

The heat in his body grew more and more intense, his balls yearning for release. He had been cautious about masturbating just like Aiden for fear of his infection but now, there was no holding back. His huge basketball sized balls jostled violently, precum pouring out in gallons and spilling out of Aiden's ass like a heavy rain. Their mighty thrusts and combined weight started cracking the tiles beneath them.

Ross' knot pushed up against Aiden's ass.

Just a few more inches!

"Fuck me!" Aiden bellowed. "Fuck me, you stud!"

"Take me all, Aiden!" Ross roared. His balls tightened, looking about ready to burst. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Then, with a resounding pop, Ross' knot pushed deep into Aiden. Both men arched their backs, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads as they both let out an ear-splitting roar. The force of their shout and orgasm shattered all the glass around them. Aiden's big, black dick unleashed a blast of cum like a cannon, striking the ceiling easily and raining more of the seed down around them. Ross' own orgasm was equally as powerful, so powerful in fact that Aiden was nearly wrenched out of their tie with every earthshattering blast.

Aiden had to hold onto the bigger Ross for support as they both blasted their seed all over the Skybox, their marvellous, godly bodies soaked to the bone in sweat an infected cum. On a scale of one to ten in terms of intensity and volume, the first blast was definitely a one. Each succeeding one increased in intensity with the tenth blast being so powerful that it sent both Infected to their knees and tumbling into the ocean of cum that they had made. The entire floor of the Skybox became flooded with their seed, so much so that it began seeping off the edges of the shattered windows and raining down onto the stadium seats below.

And still they kept orgasming.

True to Ross' word, he rode his best friend all night. When the sun had set and night had fallen over Whitespire City, the two continued to spew their seed. There was one particularly intense blast that caused Aiden to shoot a gooey beam that reached past him and out the window, hitting the middle of the field below. Ross saw this and grinned. He just fucked Aiden harder, telling his best friend he was going to go for a field goal.

By midnight, he had forced Aiden was shooting bullets of seed right between the goal posts like a pro and with incredible consistency.

Only when dawn started to come did the two men's insatiable lust start to subside.

Ross' knot plopped out of Aiden and he got to his feet, his fur soaked in cum but that only added to his scent, to his musk. Showing no weariness whatsoever, Aiden rose as well, grinning broadly and his dick dutifully erect. The two wandered towards the edge of the Skybox, greeting the rising sun like soldiers complete with their guns.

"Fuck I'm horny," Aiden growled.

"Me too bud," Ross snickered. He clapped Aiden's shoulder with a big, broad grin. "Told you a getting out would be good for ya."

Aiden licked his chops eagerly. "I'd still prefer to be in. As in, in you_."_

"You're welcome to try, fucker." He jerked his chin towards the cum-soaked goals. "You strike me more like a kicker than a defensive lineman anyway."

"You think so?" Aiden rubbed his chinstrap beard, rubbing the cum into his fur and infusing it with his scent.

"Yeah." He wrapped his arm over his friend's shoulder. "Welcome to the team."