Sex Zombies from Outer Space
Life was simple in the sleepy town of Oakdale, the school produced fine students. The college taught them further, the shops were always well stocked and the roads were always neat and clean every morning. No one really took it for granted their lives were so sleepy and peaceful. Except that is, no one but Ezra and his band of misfits. The quaint country life chafed at their youthful desire for adventure and as they grew older and were enrolled in the local college this only grew worse. They were known around town by now, eighteen years as hooligans and most just let them have their fun. They never really broke anything or stole anything. But some of them, Carl and Seymour, were losing that edge. They wanted girlfriends, they wanted to do sports in college, they wanted to get jobs and move on. Not Ezra though, not like this.
They'd had a small hide out growing up, his friends and he, a makeshift fort they'd built using lumber and nails they'd "stolen" from their parents and over the years as they got older they improved the place. It sat at the edge of the large nature preserve that had given the town it's name, towering oaks shielding it from view. They'd had a lot of crazy nights there with their dates, all night parties..you name it. It was always there for them. This is where Ezra went still when he was feeling down and today he felt the most down he'd felt in a long time. He and Seymour had just had a huge fight, over a girl of course. Ezra had always been open about liking men, it was hard not sharing everything with his friends growing up and they'd found some of his workout magazines tucked under his mattress with a few pages stuck. They'd all been cool about it and he and Seymour had even had a fling once upon a time. Now though, he was with some bimbo with big tits and would barely even talk to him. Not his ideal first week of college, losing his best friend to some out of towner.
A good wanking always settled his mood, especially when he was thinking of Seymour and no one had bothered to come to the hide out in weeks so he'd sort of just taken the place over. He'd hid some porn about the place and a few bottles of lotion which he quickly fished out as he flopped onto the used couch that dominated the cramped room, after locking the door that is. Countless times they'd all walked in on each other getting it on brought that about. Ezra wasn't a bad looking college freshman by any means, he never had trouble picking up dudes though the selection was small in this town. 6'3'' and trim, he'd run cross country for the school until he got sick of the Coach busting his ass all summer long. He still ran though, Seymour liked him fit. He knew all the guys were busy this time of day so he didn't feel self conscious chucking his t-shirt to the corner, running a hand down his smooth taut chest raising a shiver along his spine. Next were his pants, kicking them into the pile with his shirt as he fished out his modest dick which was already rock hard and ready. A few spurts of lotion and he was ready to go, folding out the large collection of porn he'd printed off at home. Hot anthro men filled the pages, fluffy tails and massive dicks on each page quickly got him to panting. He'd even bought a few dildos after Seymour and he broke up, one with a knot and another shaped like a "dragon" though how they knew he'd never guess. It wasn't that he wanted to be a furry, he just found the art hot as well and it was doing all sorts of things to him as his hand stroked along his shaft. He moved a hand up to his chest, pinching his nipples as he jerked off, slowly backing of when he was close so he could prolong the fun.
He was interrupted however by a screeching sound that filled the air, growing louder and louder until a massive crashing explosion rocked the ground. He cursed, cumming just as the ground settled and falling off the couch. "What the fuck?" he wondered aloud, quickling wiping his chest down and cleaning his hands before tugging his clothing back on in a hurry. He quickly pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Seymour and Francis, as he slid out of the hideout. A large plume of smoke rose into the sky, the distance seeming like it was in town. That couldn't be good. He sprinted the twenty minutes until he was "downtown" which was a very nice way of saying the main street with its small shops and the college looming over it on the hill like some watchful guardian.
The streets were empty, the air still and at the center of town a massive crater had formed. Cars near the impact were melted and the entire place smelt like burnt ozone and metal. Ezra looked around for anyone he could find but the streets were seriously empty. Storefronts were damaged as he made his way to the edge of the crater where a massive rock lay glowing. Radioactivity? His stomach sank as he quickly scrambled away. That' where everyone must have gone, if the thing was radioactive they needed to be clear of it as soon as they could. He'd only had a few seconds to look at the meteor but what he saw wasn't good. The thing as cracked and glowing, the impact shattering it in dozens of places. He needed to get in contact with someone...anyone...he thought as he continued to back away from the disaster area. That is until movement caught his eye. A survivor? There were no bodies though, which was even more weird. If the thing had hit...especially in midday there would have to be bodies. At least a couple. "Hello?" he shouted, glancing towards where he saw the movement. "Are you ok? Does anyone need 911?" he shouted louder, walking to the blasted out storefront.
A groan snapped his head to the side, rushing to the door. Someone was injuried! He did his best to avoid the glass, getting into the dark store carefully through the now unhinged doorway. "Hello! I'm here to help!" he shouted louder, more movement in the dim aisles causing him to focus as another groan sounded behind him. He whirled and then screamed as a gooy wolf monster slide from under a knocked over shelving unit that used to carry tomato sauce from the thick red sauce on the ground. "What the fuck!" Ezra shouted, staggering back before tripping over the door. He felt glass shards cut into his hand, wincing as he tried to scramble away but the strange gooy wolf creature kept coming forward, sliming around obstacles as it moved inexorably towards the prone boy.
Seymour had been with his girlfriend Sara and the rest of his bodies when the meteor hit. Frank and Carl had said they were going to go investigate the town where they'd clearly seen it land and told them to stick on the campus grounds until they got back. Seymour had no problem with that. His dorm room was nice and even though he shared it with his friend Ezra he knew it'd be home soon enough. He was still fuming over the fight, all he'd wanted was to spend some time with his girlfriend and get Ezra out for a few hours. He'd been down ever since they both enrolled the previous summer and...Seymour just needed some space. Their breakup had strained their friendship, at least to him, and having Ezra around was just getting harder. Especially as he'd grown out of the phase of liking dudes. Not that Sara was the best girl he'd been with but she put out and kept her mouth shut and that's what he really needed. She wasn't marriage material, just a way to ease into women. He'd already fooled around with a few other girls at Orientation, he didn't think she'd last another week.
That was if they were even going to be allowed to stay in school with whatever just happened in town. First thing they knew the air was screaming and then the whole place rocked. It'd been almost an hour since Carl and Frank had gone too and Sara and Francis were getting anxious. "Maybe the meteor knocked out cell service and they're helping people?" he offered, neither looking like the idea eased their minds any. "Look, it's just a meteor these things happen all the time. They're fine, let's just...let's just go to the cantina and.." he was about to say more but before he could the lights flickered and died, causing Francis to groan.
"Look man, now the lights are out. It's going to be dark in a couple hours, what're we going to do? The faculty aren't even making announcements." Francis had a point Seymour thought but being glum wasn't going to help. "Look...let's just go looking for a teacher. See what's going on." he offered, standing from his bed and tugging Sara with him. "We'll be fine, come on." he tried again, Francis finally standing up from his spot on the floor. "I'd feel better of Ezra was here...he's probably off in the woods, someone should make sure he's alright." the sullen boy muttered which only caused Seymour to seethe more. "Fuck Ezra" he blustered, glancing at Sara. "He could have stayed. Come on."
Francis only shrugged, following him out into the dark hallway. Even the emergency lights weren't on, making the whole dorm rather spooky. Other students were peeking out of their rooms but none seemed brave enough to investigate what was going on which suited Seymour just fine. The fewer people with them, the easier it was to move. The campus was small thankfully, only two large dorms and several larger buildings making up most of the campus grounds with a large observatory up on a further hill though that would take a good deal of walking. Nowhere seemed to have working electricity as they moved into the first main building, thankfully the emergency lights worked though it didn't make the place feel any more welcoming as they cast the old hallways in their glaring red light. "I don't see any teachers" Sara whispered, earning a glare from the two men as they crept about. Something about exploring an empty school building just makes you want to creep, no way to explain it really, thought Seymour. The entire first floor was empty. No teachers, all the doors were locked and no students. Where the fuck could everyone be? The second floor was much the same though the more they explored the more it seemed some kind of struggle had happened. Several rooms were broken into, their doors smashed off their hinges but still no one and there was only one more floor left. The third floor was a shock to the trio, the entire floor looking like a battle zone. Doors were embedded into the walls, clothing was ripped and scattered about and strange red goo coated broken glass and twisted metal alike.
"What the fuck..." Francis thought aloud, looking at the carnage. Seymour only shook his head. He had no way of explaining any of this and he didn't think he wanted an explanation. Sara was shivering in fright, her eyes as large as saucers. "We should get out of here man." Francis said a little louder, a sudden crash from down the hall making all three leap into the air. The following groans only set them more on edge but Seymour wasn't going to let someone who was hurt just lay there. What's more, they'd surely have answers as to what the fuck was going on. He elbowed his girl and Francis to move with him, creeping even more slowly to the source of the groans though as they grew near the groaning stopped sounding like someone was in trouble.
The classroom door was gone, nowhere to be seen, and the sound were clearly coming from within. All three were familiar with them this close however, they were the sounds of sex, wet slapping sounds and hungry moans replacing the sounds of concern and pain. How could someone be having sex in a time like this, thought Seymour as he motioned for his companion to lean in and take a peek with him. The sight made his blood run cold. A massive giraffe man had one of their teachers bent over a table, ploughing into him with what was easily a two foot cock made of glowing slime. Each thrust earned a moan that sent shivers of terror down Seymour's spine as the strange glowing slime seemed to creep up the humans body. Or what was left of the human's body, most of it had transformed into similar glowing red slime and a large curly tail had wrapped around the goo giraffe to keep him thrusting in the upturned meaty ass beneath. Seymour wanted to run, tugging at Sara and Francis, trying to pull them with him but he soon realized his mistake. Broken from the spell, Sara inhaled sharply and screamed. An ear splitting, ringing piercing sound that alerted the two monsters who immediately stopped their rutting. "You fucking idiot!" Seymour shouted as the two creatures surged towards them, shoving Sar forward as he and Francis took off. They didn't even bother to look behind them as Sara's screams were cut short.
He had no idea how he'd gotten away or how he'd gotten back to the hideout. Maybe it was the blood loss. Ezra sat on the couch where only an hour ago he'd been jerking off to furry porn. If he'd had any idea what was in store for him he'd have reconsidered. The weird green wolf monster had been too slow, he'd somehow managed to scramble out after a few more cuts and away but there were others. Oh were there others. Goo monsters of every shape and color had poured from the woodwork when he'd started running, various colors seeming faster or slower or with other properties. He'd ran into a family stuck behind a few of the strange green monsters only to watch as a massive yellow wall of goo collapsed around them, devouring them and converting them even as the wall reformed into a massive Rhino man. After that, he'd just kept running. Hoping that some of his friends had made it back to their hideout and he was in luck. Carl and Frank had managed to get back but they were in about as good a shape as he was.
Carl, a handsome blond who had always been a pick for the football team, had gone toe to toe with one of the monsters. A blue snow leopard by his recollection, and taken a few scratches. The wounds were looking pretty bad and Ezra was already thinking of a way to convince Frank how to get rid of him if he did what most people did in horror films and started to transform. Frank though...Frank wouldn't hear it. Frank was, to be nice, the dumb one in the group. The tallest, the most muscular with sandy brown hair and a look that just told you no lights were on upstairs. What he lacked in brainpower though, he made up in friendship. He'd never leave a friend behind and he knew that if Carl went all furry fuck creature crazy...he'd have to sacrifice both. For now though, they were trying everything they could to get an old ham radio working, or anything for that matter. Some way to get out to the outside world and tell them what was going on. Oakdale was in the middle of nowhere with farms all around it. The whole town was going to be overrun before anyone knew it and who knew how the rest of the farms around would handle it. Ezra didn't have time to worry about it, someone needed to get in contact with Seymour or someone on campus. Let them know at least before it was too late. If the campus was got...it was only a matter of time before they got got as well.
"Any luck?" he finally asked, Carl looking up and not looking the better for it. His skin had taken on a slightly bluish color and he was coughing fiercely, the sound wet. "No...no luck and this is all we've got. Why'd we clean this place out anyway." Carl whined, Frank cradling his friend a little and putting pressure on the wound. Ezra couldn't disagree but also couldn't help but feel a little bitter either. This was their fault in a way. "Hey Frank...you should probably get another compress on that wound." Ezra offered, slowly shrugging off his shirt to hand to the big guy which was taken eagerly. When the shirt was moved however, Ezra's stomach sank. The "blood" was blue all over the shirt and neither of them seemed to notice. Ezra stood swiftly, glancing between the two. "Guys...Frank look!" he shouted at the shirt though when Frank moved his head to look at him...he knew instantly he needed to run. A slick line of blue slime had crawled up from the wound and up Frank's arm, the stains on his shirt making it clear where it traveled until it came up along his neck and spiderwebbed over the left side of his face. One eye had already turned completely blue. "Fuck!" Ezra shouted, leaping away just in time as the larger boy surged after him. "No! You're not getting me you big ox!" he screamed and sure enough, the transformation had already started to take hold as he backed up against the door. Carl had gone prone on the ground as Frank stood but he was transforming too, growing more lithe and thin as darker blue spots started to appear over his body. Carl's face pulled into a short muzzle as rounded ears migrated to the side of his head and a long tail thrashed under a butt that grew more plush and plump with every second.
Frank was changing too. The already muscled monster growing a foot as massive horns pierced the roof of the hideout. Ezra could only watch as Frank's clothing dissolved, revealing the slimey body underneath as his face pulled into a cowlike snout complete with ring. Frank had also been the biggest when it came to his cock too, no girl wanted to date him with what they called "the two liter" in his pants and now the "two liter" swung free and growing just like its owner. Ezra only gaped as he watched the sausage balloon to several feet in length, the tip practically thumping him in the chest as the balls beneath swelled to the size of globes. Ezra knew that thing was coming for him, tried desperately to prepare before a feline snarl came from the floor. Carl was up and hungry it seemed, leaping onto the massive cock dangling between them causing what was Frank to moan and bellow powerfully. Ezra wasn't going to stick around, not with that chance of fate. He didn't need to look back to know that the much smaller feline creature was now speared along the massive junk of his former friend. The sounds of wild sex were all he needed to hear and somewhere, deep within himself, he could feel himself get aroused. He pushed that thought down as swiftly as it came though, no way he was going to let them turn him into some weird goo zombie.
Francis and Seymour had made it to the Observator but they couldn't have said how. As soon as they'd caught the gombie (goo zombie) things going at it the campus had erupted into chaos. The dorms were filled with the monsters and their prey, they'd watched countless people transformed as they made their way to the one last safe place available but they weren't alone. At least twenty other students had holed up in the place and now there was twenty two. Everyone was terrified, everyone sat apart from one another. No one trusted the other and Seymour certainly wasn't one to buck tradition. Just a touch seemed to start the transformation, turning otherwise normal people into sex crazed monsters and none of them seemed to care if you were man or woman. Not that women stayed women long, he thought, shivering wildly as he recalled a two cocked serpent creature fucking two women until they'd transformed into twinkish mouse-boys before devouring them whole off its cocks. He had no idea how he'd stayed sane up to this point and as he the images filled his mind he wanted to retch.
Francis was there for him quick enough, holding out a trash can for him to puke into. "Thanks man..." he groaned as he spit, trying to clean the taste of vomit out of his mouth. "What are we going to do? This place isn't going to keep for long." he hissed, keeping his voice low. The last thing they needed to do was cause a panic. Francis only shrugged. "There's a few working cars out in the lot. We could grab one if we had time. Hot wire it...like old times." he offered, the idea sounding good to Seymour as he glanced around. "Alright...let's sneak out and see what we can do." he whispered lower, the two boys slowly edging to the door and out. No one seemed too concerned about people leaving. Only coming in.
Sure enough, there were quite a few cars and no gombies around in the observatory parking lot. They crept along the cars, both on high alert until they came to a sleek red sportscar. It was all they needed. Fast, could seat at least two other people besides them and the model was notorious for being a breeze to hijack. It wasn't long before both were working in the guts of the car, doors open trying to get the thing to move. "That wire over there." Seymour hissed, pointing to Francis who had started to fumble a little. "If you don't connect them the alarm's going to go off." he hissed louder, trying desperately to help the other boy who continued to fumble. "Dude get your head str-" he was about to continue until he heard a very un-Francis-like moan. His eyes shot up as his stomach sank to his knees. Francis had his ass up in the air, a towering panther-man of black goo already ploughing into his butt. "Francis!! NO!" he shouted, trying to tug his friend away from the gombie but to no avail. Francis instead tried to grab onto him as black slime leaked from his black eyes, more trailing from the edges of his lips. "Run..." he gasped even as his arms acted to try and pull Seymour closer. "G-Get away...get safe..." his friend wheezed even as another full body tremor took him. The gombie for what it was worth was too busy converting his friend, the wet sounds of their sex filling the air. "I-I can't!" Seymour shouted even as he kicked and struggled to get away. One final kick seemed to do it as his boot connected with his former friend's face, causing the swiftly transforming human to let go.
Seymour spilled out of the car, the sounds having attracted more of the gombies that had come racing towards the commotion. He turned towards the Observatory only to see the door hung open and off its hinges. No chance he was going in there. "Seeey-moooooooaaan" moaned his now fully transformed friend in the car, a long monkey like arm reaching out to grab him once again. Seymour didn't think, he ran.
They'd met up back in town. At first Ezra had no idea what was going on until Seymour tackled him in a huge hug. He was still woozy with all the blood he'd lost, they both went down in a heap. The town seemed empty once again, the gombies having moved off was their only guess to infect the farms around them. If they moved as far as they seemed to...there was no hope for the towns around them in another couple of hours. If they weren't already hit. "Think we'd end up here...after everything was said and done today man?" he asked, Seymour only shaking his head as they rifled through the still working cars. They'd found one with a key still inside, the poor occupant having been tugged out when traffic came to a halt. They were just packing it with supplies. "You and me, I told you earlier today. It'd always be you and me." Ezra muttered, watching his friend sullenly throw food into the back seat. "Yeah yeah...." Seymour muttered back. They needed to get somewhere fast. To tell someone...anyone what had happened...before it was too late for everyone else.
They didn't need long to pack, couldn't afford it either, and soon they were driving off. Ezra was the only one with a license...so he got to drive. The radio still seemed to work though the longer they drove the more stations turned to Emergency Broadcasting. They never stopped in towns, especially as it grew dark and each city remained lightless, always pushing forward to the lights of the larger city ahead. That is until the car ran out of gas. "Another hour and we'll make it to Akron." Ezra tried, the two having stopped talking at least an hour before. Seymour only nodded. He'd been acting strange ever since they'd hit the road and before long he'd started to lag behind. Ezra wasn't in the best shape but even he wasn't having any kind of trouble.
"Dude, come on, do I have to carry you? You're not even cut up. Come on." Ezra begged, stopping for his friend under a streetlight that was thankfully still on. Seymour made a grunting sound, trying to shrug past his friend only to collapse. "Seymour!" Ezra gasped, running to catch his friend before he hit the pavement though now that they were close he could see what the matter was.
In the dark of the car he hadn't noticed Seymour's entire left leg had transformed into a hoof ended horse like appendge. The goo didn't make any sound on the road when they walked. "Y-You're!" Seymour only nodded as Ezra scrambled back. "Infected...must have happened when I kicked Francis in the face." he groaned, rolling over and grabbing Ezra by the leg. "Been holding it back, trying to...stay human but I can feel it in my head. I need to fuck Ezra." he groaned, crawling closer as Ezra watched more of his friend's body turn into black goo. "You can't get away...I'll be faster than you." he laughed, black eyes reflecting the streetlight above. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? For us to be together? There's no use running. We're going to take the entire planet. Join us, I'll make the whole thing feel good."
Ezra for what it was worth, was not going without a fight. It was true, he wanted to be with Seymour but not like this. Anything but this. He'd made it out of the city! He could alert people. They could stop this. He watched more and more of his friend change slowly, Seymour's body growing larger, more muscular and powerful. Before long Seymour was on his feet...hooves...looming over him with the largest cock he'd ever seen...even larger than Frank's...looming above him. The member had taken on a distinctly horselike appearance, the head flared and a thick medial ring about its middle as a pair of massive balls swung between his legs. "Give up Ezra." Seymour said again, a large hand working along the black shaft as black pre started to ooze from the tip, splattering on the ground...and his legs. Seymour was right, Ezra thought, he couldn't get away. Some part of his friend was still in there...he needed to do this while that was still true. "Alright....alright Seymour I won't fight it." he murmured, suddenly hoisted to his feet and over a strong shoulder. The monster that was Seymour carried him all the way back to the car. It'd felt like they'd got so much further but sure enough, there it was. Only a few long stides away. The goo had already eaten through his clothing and he was tossed onto the back of the cool metal of the car with little care.
"Spread your legs." Seymour growled, his voice coming in slow and deliberate words as it seemed he was slowly losing the fight to keep "himself. Ezra didn't argue, spreading his legs wide and gripping his ankles as he offered himself. He watched as the massive horsecock lifted up into the air, aimed at his primed hole before a blast of blissfully hot pre shot out against his waiting ass. He couldn't help but moan, a part of him actually wanting this as he watched the magnificent body of his former friend...former and soon to be current lover move closer and then he was speared. It wasn't romantic or slow, a foot of sticky black horse dick pushed into his bowels ripping another moan from his lips. He let his hands fall back to the car for purchase as the first thrust shook his entire body, threatening to push him up against the back window of the car. The second came not too long after and soon a foot and a half of dick was pummeling his insides as he watched his own skin take on the same shiney hue. The more his body transformed into slick goo the more he could fit and before long Ezra could only scream in eager want as inch after inch of his friends cock thrust into him. He watched as his legs started to transform, his feet turning into paws as his shoes finally melted away. Shaggy goo fur coated his legs as they bent and twisted, growing into two powerful hindlegs of a wolf as he desperately tried to wrap them around the bucking male on top of him. He watched as all three and a half feet of cock pressed into him, his goo body growing and sliding around it as his own cock started to transform.
Seymour was gone now, Ezra could see it in the blank expression of the horse's face, the only thing remaining was animal lust. His cock started to slap wetly against his chest as it grew from seven inches to ten then to twelve then a foot and a half. It didn't stop growing until it reached just under his throat and all he wanted to do was lean down and suck on it. To fill his body with more mind numbing pleasure as he was filled so completely. His body was happy to comply as the black goo raced up onto his face, his jaw cracking and growing out into a wolflike muzzle. Soon his black goopy tongue was coiling out, growing longer and longer as it raced to lick at his massive balls and loop around his thick cock, stroking in time of his thrusts. But he wanted more, he never wanted to be separated from his friend and as his own mind started to drift away in a haze of mind numbing pleasure he brought his legs more fully around the horse's body.
The barriers of their goo bodies gave way easily, their hips merging as the massive equine cock lifted from their joint crotches. Erza lifted himself up as he continued to spiral his foot long tongue about his own length as their balls slowly started to merge together and his own cock grew to match the equine phallus he had acquired. Strong hands grabbed "Seymour" by the shoulders, shoving them together as they devolved into a simple rutting mass. This continued for some time until the blob started to grow definition once more. The beast pulled itself up, standing on two powerful and thick hooved legs as a large bushy wolf-like tail swished above two slabs of ass. Two four foot long cocks jutted from their shapely hips, one equine the other canine complete with knot. Their chest was another massive slab of muscle and form powerful clawed hands sat on four equally muscled arms. It was all topped by a long canine muzzled head where four glowing red eyes gleamed in the night. Ezra and Seymour would never be alone again, the pair looking up as a pair of headlights shone in the distance.