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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dragonmate7

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Phasu rolled over in bed, the threadbare sheets having seen better days. He’d got his paws on a good bedspread, however, to go over the top, and that at least kept him warm after the electricity in the city had finally gone out.

He should have been safe, even as the virus spread. One day, things had been normal – and the next it was only men, only zombies. His demonic heritage was not something Phasu even needed to keep secret anymore. As his tongue flicked against the side of his muzzle in his sleep, his ears twitching as he tried to stay alert to danger even in slumber. Lights flashed across his window, slanting through the mostly closed blinds, but he didn’t wake as the rickety, old car went on its way.

The males left in the world banded together or went into hiding, seeking secrecy from the zombies wandering the streets, gathering in hordes. Anthros of all kinds hunkered down, fighting against instinct where they hoped to survive. Of course, there were some who had allowed their instinct to fight the slavering zombies head-on rise to the forefront, but they’d been quickly bitten and infected. Facing the zombies was not something that anyone came back from.

The demon wolf’s brown fur was matted in places, though he’d found a house to stay in that still had working water and a door that locked. That was not guaranteed to keep the zombies out, but Phasu would move on soon enough, trusting his powers, at the very least, to keep him safe until something in his situation changed. It was all he could hope for, even then, but Phasu was hardly accustomed to giving up easily.

Unfortunately for him, things were about to change.

He rolled over, but didn’t hear the rattle at his door, the handle lowering and unlatching as someone, or something, entered. Dragging, huffing steps shuffled across the bare floorboards, though they were light enough not to drag him too quickly from a slumber Phasu sorely needed. It was not his natural state at all, but a coarser tongue wouldn’t get him far there.

The first he knew of the intruder was a scuffle of fur, his paws coming up quickly as he drew on his powers. The wolf swore under his breath and lunged to his hind paws, shoving the intruder back as he fought, but pain too quickly flared across his neck in a slash and a trickle of what was most certainly blood.

Ah, shit…

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The words flitting through his mind did not cover the enormity of what was happening, chest heaving as he shoved off a gross, matted body and snapped at thin air. His head spun as he backed away, getting some space between them. He fumbled for his battery-powered lantern, which was perhaps the first thing he could have gone for, but there was only so much Phasu could do in a world that had spiralled so very far out of the realm of any control at all.

“Get the fuck away from me!”

He snarled, lips peeling back from his teeth, a low, rasping laugh, like breath on old bones, rattling up from the shadows. A clouded leopard slouched from them, though darkness was still cast across his features, leaving his gaping, slack jaw half-hidden while his eyes clouded over with a haze that didn’t indicate a lack of comprehension at all.

Phasu backed up from him, horror sinking into his stomach, feeling for his neck. The bite marks were clear as the zombie grunted, a chuckle shaking their throat. The clouded leopard, in a way, looked like they may have once been an anthro, but they swayed even as they stood, leaning more heavily on one leg with a hunched, forward stance, arms hanging.

“You fucker…” Phasu hissed, even as the neon markings on his body, across his shoulders and beyond, flickered and faded. “What’ve you done to me?”

He knew that, even as his shout echoed through the empty room and he pulled on his powers, trying to create his phantom hands. That was just his power from his demon side, able to create phantom apparitions, with a solid presence, to help with housework and, well, his own pleasure too. They were handy in a fight, perhaps keeping it simple with a giant fist to slam into their muzzle or gut.

“Jigme… Jigme…” The zombie rasped, swaying as they spoke, though a smirk broke on their face, some of their fur rotted away, revealing stinking flesh beneath. “That’s…what they call me.”

“Do I look like I care what the fuck they call you?”

Phasu growled, but even that didn’t sound as fearsome as he wanted it to, his tail stiff and unyielding, though he already felt himself fading. It was as if a sense of innate heaviness was sinking into him, the groaning grunts of the zombie horde outside shuffling closer and closer, reminding him of his fate.

Jigme, however, only grinned, watching him squirm and fail as similar neon markings glowed on the clouded leopard’s body. Phasu’s stomach roiled, but extending his paw to the zombie, cursed thing, only highlighted just how much his fingers shook. He tried to curl them into a fist, but something was wrong, very wrong, his powers easing from him as if Phasu had never truly earned them.

Jigme scoffed and held his paws out on either side of him, his palms facing up with a gentle cup to his paws. His fingers curled up slightly and he shaped the demonic powers he’d stolen to his own command. Slowly, the leopard felt out where the powers then resided in his mind, like they’d carved out a section of his twisted brain – what was left of it – and pulled his energy into it.

Maybe it was something about having been a zombie for so long that gave him better control over his powers, what the power of his bite had given him, but Jigme didn’t care. The feline bared his teeth in a feral, ragged snarl as he shaped glowing, green and blue, hands on either side of him, lunging for Phasu.

The wolf turned on his heel and tried to flee, his sights fixed on the window – but that wouldn’t have got him anywhere even if Phasu had not felt like he was moving through sludge. His breath rasped in his chest, feeling like it was raking over his eardrums, his heart pounding viciously in his chest. He’d never thought he would be thrown into flight mode, but extreme circumstances beget extreme responses, even for him.

The hands snatched him back and the floor was yanked away from him as he was hurled up into the air, the hands ripping through his clothes. He gasped, chest heaving for breath, but it wouldn’t satisfy him. Not as the white-cream of his chest and stomach was revealed and the old T-shirt he’d been wearing was tossed aside, nothing more than rags. Jigme briefly lost control of the phantom hands, clearly still getting used to his new powers, but the leopard called them back a moment later. Tearing through Phasu’s shorts and underwear, Jigme grinned wickedly as he surveyed the wolf.

“You were meant to turn,” he growled, though his voice was steadier than it had been before his infected bite had stolen Phasu’s powers. “Maybe you will yet… But I can have you now, can’t I?”

“No, you damn well can’t!” Phasu snarled, his muzzle rippling as he made his feelings known, the phantom hands closing around his upper body to pin his arms tightly to his sides. “Get the fuck away from me!”

“Oh, you have no…haha…power here! Not against…Jigme… Jigme…”

Jigme could not stop himself from laughing at the wolf’s plight, his ears pinned and so very helpless. Although the leopard didn’t remember his former life, before being turned, his head was clearer, sharper, than it ever had been before. And a name returned to him, floating into the forefront of his mind as he sent it to his lips: Jigme. Jigme was him. He was Jigme. His rounded ears twitched, catching sounds around him, the zombies outside – but why the hell should he ever share his catch with the others? He had all he needed there and the power flickered at his fingertips, begging him to use it.

No… No, the wolf was all his, holding the squirming, fighting prey between the phantom hands, while he created a maw before it. It was shaped like a bigger, more fearsome wolf than Phasu, but Jigme didn’t really care what anyone thought of him. All that mattered was the moment and he fed on the pleasure and fear tangled in the air as the maw rushed to Phasu and forced the wolf into a deep, vicious kiss.

“Mmmph!”

Phasu twisted and kicked violently, but there was nothing for him to reach with his hind paws, flailing wildly. Never had he felt so out of control, disliking greatly the helplessness seeping into him. Yet he had to fight, had to push back, had to do something to show he wasn’t just going along with it! No… No! He wasn’t the creature the feline said he was, the maw crushed to his as a huge tongue was forced into his mouth.

It had no right to be as wet and as sloppy as it was and he shuddered against it, huffing and panting, weakness flowing through him. It was worse than having his powers stolen, by far, as he hung softer and lighter, barely even able to wiggle a toe. Slowly, Phasu lost every past of himself as the maw kissing him salaciously drew his soul out, stealing it for the use of one who, at that time, could at least make better use of it.

Jigme hissed as the soul flowed into him, giving his new magic greater strength. The shape of the maw and the hands taking care of Phasu grew stronger as the wolf weakened, the zombie feeding off his energy and life force, all that gave his magic and powers the meaning they had, until Phasu grunted and slumped forward. His head spun and he panted heavily, losing his soul as something ached deeply inside him.

“No…”

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He whispered hoarsely, but his own voice didn’t even sound like himself anymore, speaking into the maw dominating his mouth with the long, slippery tongue. It allowed him only a moment as Jigme smirked, the leopard’s tail lashing the air as the zombie took on the most strength he ever had.

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“Maybe you should have locked the door,” he grunted, a chortle behind his words, though Jigme was not familiar with speaking and still had a stilted edge to his tone. “Heh… Stupid wolf…”

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Phasu squirmed, head hanging, phantom hands gripping his upper arms to hold him up, though he was not to understand the full scope of it all. In stealing his soul, Phasu’s stolen powers burned brightly, Jigme’s eyes lighting up in realisation of all he had taken for his own.

“In this,” the clouded leopard growled, “you are…tethered. Tethered…to all.”

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He gulped and shook his head, but the wolf only managed the tiniest shift from one side to the other, something pulling at him. Phasu’s jaw fell slacker still as the hands gripped him, another pair sliding down his body to grope at his crotch and strip away anything that might have been covering it while his shaft was exposed. But out there, in the rest of the world, those survivors left shrieked and leapt away from a giant, purple, phantom maw that suddenly appeared right next to every one of them.

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He didn’t see it, as in right before him, but Phasu lived it all, playing out in his head, as if he was living a million lives at once – if there were that many survivors. A broken howl whined from his throat as he watched phantom maws, made from his power, flash their teeth and bite every single survivor – until there were no more left at all.

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“And you…”

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Jigme stood stronger and taller, energy coursing through him. He grinned savagely as he sent the floating maw down to Phasu’s cock, the giant tongue slurping around his member and drawing it, cruelly, to full hardness. To be in charge again and take his own pleasure was something he had not had in so long, but it almost felt right to give the pesky wolf a little lust to lean into, considering it was his last night of being living.

The same went for all the survivors around the globe who were tethered to Phasu: everything that happened to the wolf happened to them too, regardless of species. Jigme’s power swelled massively with the influx of Phasu’s soul and he snarled, blood staining his teeth as the phantom maw sucked Phasu’s cock into its mouth.

As did every other maw, for every other male on the planet. They cried out and shuddered away, but found hands holding them in place, whether they were standing, lying down or even sitting. One bison ended up pinned to a wall, a ghostly hand covering his mouth while the maw slurped and sucked his cock out, taking it deep into its snout.

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Phasu twisted and cried out, but there was nowhere for him to go, a part of everything going on and nothing, all at once. He was lost to the world, doomed to become a zombie, while the game had changed very much with a zombie taking his powers from him. His head spun and dread clung like sticky, black tar to the pit of his stomach, though it was still nowhere near enough to drag him from the torment of reality.

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His cock throbbed, even though he didn’t want it to. Phasu didn’t want anything to do with the zombie, no matter how his own fraught manner of pleasure swelled, his cock standing to attention. He whined and tried to squirm away from it, loathing what he’d become, but everything had already, by far, been ripped out of his control. It would take to the end of his “living” days for the wolf to accept that.

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“No… Argh… No!”

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He tried to bark out the command, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing, scrunching up his muzzle, but he could not. Pleasure rolled through him, hot and insidious, though he could still even see the shape of his cock through the translucent maw sucking him off. The lips closed around his shaft and it easily drew his cock deep, the hard length betraying him as it throbbed tantalisingly into the maw. The shape of the tongue cradling the underside was even defined through the shimmering power and Phasu gasped, twisting against the hands holding him even while he knew it was all fruitless. Sometimes, the body still needed to do fruitless things.

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“What happens to one, happens to all…”

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Jigme grinned and stepped forward, his cock throbbing with blood and power for the first time in years. The clouded leopard couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so strong, but he was about to claim the world for his own – in whatever way it was that a zombie could. He watched as all the males in the world were subjected to phantom maws sucking their cocks, observing how the hands worked with them to do what was needed. All Jigme really had to focus on was fucking his “pet” of sorts, for he had Phasu for as long as he wanted him.

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“Agh… No… Arrrgggghhh!”

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Phasu howled as the tongue curled and flicked around the base of his cock, not letting even a sliver of his dick go to waste, though his body trembled violently. He tried to kick, but two more phantom hands appeared seemingly at Jigme’s whim, the feline’s control over his new powers shocking at best. No one should have been able to master things so easily, but the zombie had Phasu’s soul too. Well, it was not as if the wolf would need it for all that much longer…

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His stomach churned sickeningly with the sense of his fate already been sealed, the scent of sweat and grime and male need heavy in the air. The zombie before him stank, his flesh having rotted away in places, but that was never going to ever stop one of the undead. His fur may have been bloodied and matted, but Jigme took an air of snide dignity from it, the muscle showing more clearly through the apocalypse-thinned fur on his chest and shoulders.

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Phasu gasped as the maw sucked him off, the tongue swirling around his dick, pulsating with need. He swore he could see it twitching within the maw, even though the outline was blurred with how quickly the phantom mouth moved, like he was being stripped away from any kind of reality he could ever have known when he wanted to ground himself there, to forever remain with the world of the living.

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It was not possible, not as his pleasure spiked and he was forced to watch the clouded leopard, languidly, jerking off in front of him. He may have been into the feline if things had been normal, with his broad, muscular shoulders and how his pits, even then, had a lightly damp look to them. He didn’t know whether or not zombies sweated, but it was all to Phasu’s detriment that he stared at Jigme, snarling weakly in a way that was not convincing anyone.

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Still, he watched other zombies clustering around the “temporarily living” males left in the world, feeling their lust, their fear, their horror.

A fox struggled on his knees as a maw sucked his cock, arms held behind his back by the phantom hands.

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A stallion twisted back as a maw kissed him, forcing its tongue into his mouth while his cock rose, throbbing, to forced attention.

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Another wolf scrambled back, begging for freedom, no hands holding him but a maw simply following alone, happily disembodied and sucking on his cock while the tatters of the wolf’s clothes hung around him.

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Jigme smirked. The magic would entertain them, for one last huzzah, for the last night of the living. His fingers closed around his cock as he pumped his hard length, wanting to spill his seed, even if the leopard didn’t even truly know if his body could do that anymore. As long as there was pleasure, that heated swell dragging him on, it didn’t really matter.

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“Let the others…feel…”

Jigme laughed as the hands and maws taking other males in the world obeyed him instantly, the surge of power intoxicating. It would have corrupted him if he’d still been a regular leopard, not a zombie, but the darkness nipped all the more insistently at him for being one of the undead. For what reason did he have to lean into light and love when only the deepest pits of hell, in the changing world, had come for him?

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“You’re broken,” he said, his voice stronger and less stuttering than before. “You’re weak. You succumbed easily.”

Phasu snarled, but he was yanked up fully from the ground as his legs were dragged back. It left him hanging awkwardly with his arms held up high and his hips poised, being the two points that the phantom hands clung on to, restraining him. But he was not privy to Jigme forming the blue dick behind him, complete with a set of balls that were heavy with magical cum, until it pressed itself between the curve of his glutes.

And then it was too late, his howl cutting through the air as he twisted and strove with all his might to yank himself first one way and then the other, though Jigme fucked him with the phantom cock all the same. Comically large, it should never have fit into his ass – but Phasu’s powers, even when they were no longer connected to him, had a way of making things just as they needed. He growled, tongue lashing weakly against the side of his muzzle, but the wolf had to give in and merely pant as he was taken brutally.

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In his mind, he saw all the other males being taken too, in all kinds of positions. Some had more maws playing with their dicks, either sucking them or licking their lengths, while others were forced to splay their legs, leaving their asses exposed for the lust of the phantom phalluses.

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Somehow, the zombies didn’t interfere – probably as the males had already been bitten. There was no need to bite or chase down something that had already been infected and, once the zombie virus had sunk into the system and started affecting the nerves and scent, they were no longer food. That could either have been to their detriment or a strange kind of blessing, for their entry into the world of the undead was a simpler one, in their end.

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A cheetah yowled as he was forced over a table by giant hands, pinned down while another yanked his tail up to be forcibly taken. The giant, green cock plunged deep, finding a way to slide slickly into the spotted feline, with dark rosettes splashed over his dirtied fur, spreading his anal passage wider than it had ever been before.

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A husky yelped while he was forced up against his partner, the two of them crushed, maw to maw, while twin cocks plunged into their assholes. The dicks worked in tandem with one another, forcing the husky couple to grind their own cocks up against each other’s, as if it was the last pleasure they would ever share with each other.

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A sergal moaned as he was pinned to a wall, a hand on his shoulder keeping him there while something in him arched his back to the extent it could for his own pleasure. Maybe he knew it was his last fuck, the blood from the bite already drying, as his ass was pounded ruthlessly, that cock driving in with a particularly savage grind.

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All because of Phasu, though the wolf was not really to blame for what happened there. He had merely been sleeping and caught unaware, though he was the one, to be fair, with such powers. It was just a shame they had not done more than get him out of a few sticky situations with zombies, keeping him alive for long enough to face his ultimate downfall.

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“Mmm… Weak wolf,” Jigme taunted, jerking off as his paw slid over his cock in a slick of flesh, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Better like this, serving… Weak wolves on the bottom.”

Phasu growled, but the sound didn’t even have the same force that it used to, leaving him fighting and squirming, panting heavily for every snatch of breath he managed to drag into his lungs. His ass ached as he was sodomised, tail forced high as if Jigme really wanted to grind in his humiliation all the more.

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He was not in charge, not dominant… And, still, he couldn’t take his eyes off Jigme’s cock. The gaunt, zombie frame made his dick look even larger than it was, though the clouded leopard appeared a lot frailer than he had been when he had first entered Phasu’s temporary sanctuary. There were some patches of exposed muscle through his fur, though Phasu’s eyes locked on to the head of his cock shifting against Jigme’s paw, the feline holding nothing back when it came to overtly pleasuring himself.

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Against himself, he squeezed around the cock in his ass as if he was trying to pull it deeper still into himself, like his body wanted to put on one final show of pleasure. Already, there was a pull to darkness, his nerve endings losing their usual sensory receptors, or perhaps not sending as much feedback to the parts of his brain that handled such things. Truthfully, Phasu had never really delved too much into the science of merely being alive. It was funny, with the undead, just how important that had all ended up being. But the wolf wasn’t laughing.

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With his arms yanked up high, stretched out before him as his chest bowed down, he was too weak to fight back against Jigme conjuring many more phantom maws to abuse and mock him with. Yet it was not words that slipped from their open mouths but tongues, of course, as they spread all over his chest and nudged their way deep into the pits under his arms.

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“Argh!”

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Phasu bucked and twisted but, like before, there was nothing he could do. Anger burned with helplessness as she snarled and snapped, but the tiny tongues combed through his fur. They parted clumps from where it had grown a little messier with sweat, though he was well-aware it was partially the reek of his own sweat filling the air. Phasu snarled, showing his teeth, but his dark lips barely peeled back from his pearly whites for more than a few moments before he was forced into a whine and a lick of his lips all over again.

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It was ever so slightly ticklish to have the tongues sweeping under his arms, which was something he may have enjoyed before. That was how Jigme had got the idea for it all, the cock pounding into his ass while the clouded leopard pawed off, the zombie smirking at him the whole time. Phasu gasped and tried to twist his head away, but another phantom hand appeared to force his head back around so he had no choice other than to look at the feline, with his long tail languidly flicking back and forth.

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“Agh… No…”

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He would not beg, he told himself. Regardless of what happened to him, he would never beg, he would never even allow himself to sink that low. Yet Phasu didn’t know quite how much lower he could go as his body helplessly bucked, closer and closer to a forced orgasm while his dick pulsed within the glowing maw. The tongues stroked almost tenderly through his fur, tickling his underarms, and he groaned again, trying to rock his body to the side, even though Jigme was going to see that he faced every sordid moment of his humiliation.

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Still, he was not the only one in the world going through such torments, which should have, in a small way, been a comfort to the wolf. He was not alone, not like that, as so many males elsewhere got treated to maws and cocks for pleasure and worse.

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A part of his mind focused in on what was happening to a maned wolf, all scraggly an unkempt, that seemed to have been facing a swift end at the teeth of a pack of mixed-species zombies beforehand. He let out shriek after shriek as his cock was jerked off by a huge hand, closing entirely around his shaft, while another phantom dick ploughed into his ass. He was on the ground, somewhat, but two hands had pulled his ass up off the dirty pavement outside an old shop with smashed windows, allowing the magical dick easy access to him.

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“Agh… No… Ohhhhh, fuck!”

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The maned wolf couldn’t seem to make up his mind whether he was enjoying what was happening to him or not – or maybe he was just one of many in the zombie dystopia that was taking all the last shreds of pleasure there were in life. That was not a bad thing either, especially as there was nothing that could be done to escape his fate, not as his ass was ploughed and his ring stretched massively around the girthy meat.

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He twisted as the zombies flocked around, but the maned wolf paid them no mind at all. They, for once, were not something he had to worry about as his hips bucked up of their own accord, his body haphazardly trying to grind onto the cock pleasuring him. His own shaft jerked, dripping watery pre-cum, as a maw descended fully on it, lips closing tightly around his dick as he was sucked furiously.

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That was too much for the maned wolf as he let out a twisted, broken howl that echoed strangely down the streets. They were not the same streets they had been only a short while ago, but only the zombies would know what was to come when the world had finally been utterly claimed by the undead.

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His cock spurted, shooting off thick dollops of cum that were a lot more cream-like than his lighter pre-cum. The maw drank it all down, making use of it even though it, on first glance, looked like the sort of apparition that solid things would pass through. Cum was surely solid enough, but the maw slurped it down like it had been waiting for his seed, panting heavily with hot washes of breath over the maned wolf’s crotch.

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Elsewhere, an antelope heaved and moaned, jacket hanging off his shoulders, though his narrow chest and pits were easily exposed. He twisted his head to the side, a broken horn knocking into the hard-packed earth as he was fucked by a huge, floating dick in the park. He’d been trying to climb out of the reach of the zombies when everything had changed, the flash of pain from being bitten barely even noticeable to him.

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Yet the big dick had ground its way up under his short tail as he’d dropped from the climbing frame in the park, connecting hard with the ground and rolling over, dazed. When the antelope had come back around, he’d been grunting with every pound of the cock under his tail, face crushed into the earth while his body was abused and a giant maw slurped around his crotch. His hips were pushed up from the ground so the weird apparition could get at him, but it had far more substance than any illusion or hallucination ever should have.

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This is it… The antelope groaned, clawing his way across the ground, eyes glazing over in despair as the zombies didn’t approach. This is it, the end of it all.

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The antelope was only right in the sense that it was the end of his living life, for his undead life would last forever. Or not, as it was: it all depended on how one thought of “living” as a construct. But no one in such a virus-struck dystopia had thoughts on that, not even to keep themselves going on a cold, lonely night.

Yet the relentless pounding did not cease, not even as a pair of red phantom hands hitched his hips up. Dimly, in the back of his mind, there was something that told him that the colours were wrong, that they should not have been like that – but he brushed it aside. It was nothing more than a deranged thought sliding through, having no place there and, of course, not needing further investigation.

That was just one way in which Phasu’s powers changed in Jigme’s hands, the zombie’s virus corrupting everything, even his own magic. Whereas his shades had been softer, shifting from purple to green with a hint of blue struck through where the colours blended, Jigme took on brasher, bolder colours, cementing his claim over his new abilities.

So, Phasu could only watch as his need spiked, heat racing through him as instances of other anthros getting fucked flashed through his head, one after the other.

A wolf with two maws attacking him whimpered and moaned as the maws slurped up into his armpits, burying their noses in his obvious reek and inhaling deeply. Phasu shuddered, feeling intimately how those puffs of breath stroked over damp skin beneath the wolf’s fur, wanting to be further present in that moment and yet still as far away from it as possible. How was he meant to work with that?

A silver tabby cat cried out, scrambling with both hand-paws to push away a maw swallowing up his cock, though another one floated in front of him. That maw, however, shivered and warped into a cock – which didn’t go for his ass that time but his throat.

“Oh, that’s an idea…”

Jigme’s growling purr was almost seductive as he dragged Phasu back into the present moment of his humiliated body, slowing the thrusts just enough so as not to push the wolf over the edge. He was giving him a good ride and a good time: not doing it all just for Phasu. If he turned his mind to that, he may as well have just turned all his powers back to the wolf – and that, most certainly, was not going to happen.

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The clouded leopard, however, pulled on more of his power, flowing easily to the forefront of his mind. He squeezed his own dick as a dribble of cum leaked down the length, letting out a throaty chuff, while he formed the magic into what he wanted. A bright, glaring blue cock formed in front of the wolf and, without warning, plunged straight into his maw. Squirming, Phasu thrashed and Jigme laughed, hips rocking forward anxiously though the pleasure of orgasm was not to be held back for him.

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While the brown-furred wolf got his muzzle stuffed, he let delight sweep over him. Oh, how glorious it was after so long, unlocking his horny side that had been buried when survival as the undead had been required. That was not unexpected, of course, but he drank in his newfound strength and bellowed a zombie-leopard roar as he spent every drop of his seed.

“Aaarrrrrroooowww!”

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His cry cut through the air, but he had his prize right there – whether or not other zombies wanted to move in on his claim. His blood felt like it was running hot again, even though that was, of course, impossible for a zombie, his flesh prickling with new sensation – sensation he’d thought he’d lost long ago. But it all came back as he shot a heft load from his cock, spilling it to the ground without a care. Soon, he’d take others he wanted too, but Jigme was too caught up in using his powers to play with to pause right then.

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Jigme growled, orgasm tapering down in rolling thrums of pleasure, tongue flicking out and dragging along his lips. Everything felt…more. More when he was whole, when he was not “just” a zombie. His mind was clearer, sharper, no longer simply one of the mindless, shambling horde, though power heaved and roiled like a stormy sea inside him. He was the wilderness and it was that untamed he was going to bring into the cities, building the undead up into an unstoppable force.

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Of course, with no living people, there was nothing to stand against him – but power wasn’t all that picky on details like that, not when he could have every zombie under his control.

A Lich… Ruler of the world.

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With desire throbbing through him, he stroked his cock, the length barely softening. It didn’t rise due to blood going to it anymore, so it didn’t really need to pause. It was just there for him to enjoy his passion, his new rule, exactly as he pleased.

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Phasu groaned, but his mind faded, softening as he watched the mutations of others pass through his mind. Ragged patches of torn fur showed through, but there would be no further muscle wastage: what was dead didn’t die again. Jaws fell slacker and they groaned more like zombies than anthros, like there was no true meaning behind their cries.

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No… Can’t…

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But even Phasu’s thoughts came more sluggishly as anthros transformed into zombies, their eyes glazing over and drool splattering from open maws. Yet their lust did not fade as they thrust and ground back onto cocks and maws alike, some not seeming to understand which direction they should have been pushing in. Extreme horniness swelled through the zombies as they grunted and groaned, regardless of their species, some of them slavering over more cocks being presented to them in the phantom-like form or turning hungry, desiring eyes on other zombies. Every zombie, after all, was still capable of sex.

That was one thing, at least, Phasu had unlocked for them, even if he would never truly know, only keeping a part of his mind – enough to understand the horrors around him. Everything else was blank, memories having left him with his soul, but he didn’t really miss them. He couldn’t miss what he didn’t know was gone, after all, even though the tremoring humiliation ran hot through his blood.

He couldn’t help it, not as he was fucked brutally and drooled around the cock in his mouth, drowning in a sheer deluge of over sensation. Phasu grunted, feeling the pressure of a cock ramming into the back of his mouth, but there was no pain – not even as he shared in the experiences of other males. Jigme smirked, watching it all, his reach extending to control every transformed male in the world, whether they were full zombies already or in the middle of becoming such. All would be under his rule, however, so the details failed to matter to Jigme in the end.

He pawed off, rolling his hips forward, and Phasu groaned, a deep shudder rolling through him. Despite it all, he could not fight, not as his neck seared with furious heat, but even that warmth fell away from him. It all came as a surging pulse of orgasm warned at the back of his mind, though Phasu didn’t even have the strength to fight it as a phantom cock slammed into his mouth, balls bouncing mockingly off his chin.

And then it came: his climax. It was entirely out of place there and yet even Phasu didn’t deny the sudden rush of pleasure. He had to take it, snatching it up just the rest, though even he didn’t know how much of himself had gone or would still be lost with the zombie virus in his system. He probably wouldn’t be a full zombie, not like what Jigme had been, but the wolf would never again be as he would.

So, he grunted and groaned, drooling, around the cock keeping his own maw open, even sucking on it a bit, eyes closed against the deluge of everything shifting. As if he was being milked of his seed, the cock in his ass rammed deeper still, grinding up over his prostate to send ropes of cum from him, each spurt arcing into the maw before him. As the maw’s solid substance could change, it splattered onto its tongue with a little distance, but disappeared, stream after stream of it.

The maw gulped it all down, using the seed claimed to fuel Jigme’s power even more, though there would not readily be an end to that. Phasu blinked, eyes watering, fixing them on Jigme again, though it did him no good. There was no point begging and pleading as he squeezed down inadvertently on the cock in his ass, helpless to hold back from it as need coursed through him. Pump after pump coaxed every drop of cum from his nuts, but the horniness remained, the tongues stroking and rasping under his arms as they tickled his pits.

“You’re mine,” Jigme hissed, grabbing Phasu’s muzzle roughly, the cock vanishing abruptly into thin air. “Always mine. By my side…you will see how the Lich rules. The king.”

Phasu tried to growl, but all that left his lips was a whine. His eyelids fluttered, not feeling stable and settled in his own body as the ghostly hands groped him in mid-air, more and more of them coming down to tease over his body. The maw left his cock and he panted heavily, chest heaving for breath that wasn’t needed, but his head still couldn’t slump down. Too quickly, there was another hand grasping the hair at the back of his head and wrenching his head back.

“Mmph!”

Forced to his knees, the connection with solid ground was not needed as his arms were crudely pulled behind his back, three pairs of glowing hands surrounding him, manipulating his body. A cock rudely thrust into his mouth and he gulped around it, feeling like there was ghostly pre-cum trickling down his throat, but he could not be sure. Phasu blinked, losing his sense of what Jigme was capable of. Did it really matter?

It was easier, even then, to let go of the fear, to release the darkness that had been, and rock his hips back on another cock. His own shaft ground forward, untended to, though that would not be the case for long. Whimpering and broken, he drooled heavily around the cock in his mouth as the balls slapped and bounced heavily off his chin, big huffs of breath driving him to ignore the images in his mind.

So many anthros…zombies… All fucking, all getting fucked by massive, floating cocks, being sucked off by maws. They moaned, a horde in the midst of an orgy, even if most of them were in different locations. They all came together, cocks plunging into tight yet willing holes, determined only to satisfy their own pleasure. Horniness, after all, was all they felt and that was what drove Phasu on to accept it, despite the despairing, dark “wrongness” in his gut.

He just shouldn’t listen to that. His eyes landed on Jigme and he whimpered. The Lich king ruled: no more mattered.

He grunted as he was fucked, Jigme playing with making more cocks appear around him, like they were all waiting in the wings to be allowed to get in on the treat that was Phasu, but none of it would be the wolf’s decision. Consent no longer came into play as the Lich smirked wickedly, rocking back on his heels as his cock throbbed and let a bubble of pre-cum smear the head of his dick.

Where zombies ruled…Jigme had a few changes to make in the world.

And nothing they’d known would be the same again.