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"Biological threat... listen for instructions... continue to monitor the situation..."

The alarm clock stirred Jordan from his slumber. He felt as if he was half asleep still. What was that they said on the radio? Some emergency? Probably nothing important. For a moment, he was about to fall asleep again, before the words clicked. Emergency? Wait, what's going on?

With a groan, he sat upright and turned the volume up on his alarm. The sound was garbled and the alarm clock cheap, which had never bothered him before. Right now, though, he wished he'd bought a better one. Sleep was more or less out of the question now with his mind racing, albeit sluggishly. And he'd never find that same utterly comfortable position in bed. The otter yawned and stretched while trying to listen more closely to what was being said on the radio. His fur was messy, his hair was messier and frizzy to boot, but it wasn't enough to make him any less pleasant to look at. Being an otter, he had the almost universal tubular body shape with slightly shorter limbs and a longer, narrow torso. Realizing that his tail had fallen asleep from whatever position he'd laid in, he straightened it up behind him, the tip of the long rudder hanging down on the other side of the bed.

"...have received reports of a possible biological threat. Preliminary research appears to show that the pathogen mainly affects the brain and has been reported to increase sex drive and provoke homosexual behavior..."

Jordan shook his head. Well, that explains that. I'm still dreaming. They did make that gay bomb though, once. Or tried to. Never really worked. He stared at the numbers on his clock. If he were dreaming, they'd change when he looked away. 08:03. He looked away, then back. The numbers didn't change. He pinched himself. It hurt. He also wasn't rock-hard in the maleness department, which he usually was while asleep, so it couldn't be a dream.

Well, that's bizarre.

"Although the pathogen, the existence of which has not yet been confirmed, has not been shown to cause any other damage, it cannot at this point be ruled out, and we recommend all citizens stay inside to avoid infection. The method of transmission is currently unknown. Note that harassing the infected will not be tolerated..."

The radio voice went on explaining that several attacks on those affected by the "outbreak" had been reported, and that this was unacceptable. Although said individuals were likely to seek sexual interaction with others of the same gender, self-defense should be with minimum force. There were no cases of reported rape as of now. But then, someone newly turned into a horny gay slut wouldn't report anything. Further, the reported emphasized that some scientists theorized it to be merely mass hysteria, some sort of paradoxical reaction to the recent puritan years.

Have I woken up in a different dimension? Jordan felt a sense of creeping disassociation. So this virus or whatever turns people gay and increases their sex drives? Might help with overpopulation. He somehow managed to feel both alarmed and indifferent at the same time. It sounds like the conservative media's wet dream. "Oh no, not the gay disease". But I still wouldn't want to get it myself.

He got up, leaving the radio on, as he went through his morning ritual as if in a trance. He had a job to go to, but the broadcast had told him not to go outside. On one hand, he desperately needed to get his paycheck. On the other, he might be approached by horny males. There aren't any cases of rape, though. That doesn't seem terrible. Unless the virus (why a virus? They said pathogen, didn't specify) was airborne. He weighed his options. Chances were nobody would be at work anyway, assuming they heard the broadcast. On the other hand, he had a nagging desire to see exactly what was going on. He looked out of his bathroom window while brushing his teeth. Nothing. The street many floors below was empty.

Okay Jordan, let's break this down. It's an STD, right? So it's probably transmitted through bodily fluids. If you wear gloves, you'll be fine. You're also not going to fuck some random male. On the other hand, why go outside at all? They won't be open. Boss will definitely not be there.

Jordan shrugged. Might as well stay inside and watch what was happening from his apartment. Plus, the Internet would be on fire with this happening.

He sat down by his computer and opened a browser window. _This should be good._He opened up a few tabs on various news sites and read the headlines.

"GAY VIRUS AFFECTING SEVERAL CITIES - MANMADE, EXPERTS SAY". Seems realistic. The article went on to quote self-proclaimed experts on how the virus (apparently that's what everyone calls it) is a manmade method of population control.

"UKNOWN PATHOGEN PROVOKES HOMOSEXUALITY IN LARGER CITIES". Very dry, but seemingly factual article. Effectively what the radio announcement had claimed.

"EXCLUSIVELY INTERVIEW WITH THE INFECTED". This one claimed, as the headline said, to have an interview with one of them infected. He is quoted as saying that he got seduced by a young fox on the way to work despite being married, and then in uncontrollable arousal taking part in several orgies and filing a divorce due to not feeling any attraction to women anymore. Seems overly sensationalized, if real at all.

Discussions on forums went much the same. Users were arguing how a straight man could be seduced by a male to begin with and wildly theorized on the pathogen simply awakening latent desires. Some were claiming getting infected was the best thing that ever happened to them and how they were having the best sex of their lives. Some argued that this was god deliberately creating another Sodom to later punish.

Jordan took a sip of coffee. Even online there weren't any reports of rape, so chances were that either the virus was airborne, or indeed only affected those who were already gay but in denial. On the other hand, if it was airborne, Jordan himself might have it already, as he'd slept with the window open in the sweltering summer heat. The thought suddenly made him anxious.

With some trepidation, he typed in "gay porn" and clicked enter, nervously focusing on his maleness. He looked through a few pictures; cocks being rubbed together, a male wolf knotting another, a distinctly male fox sucking on a swollen, dripping member. To his relief, there was no apparent reaction. He never had found gay sex disgusting, just unappealing. What Jordan disliked was the idea of becoming gay, as if it were transferrable somehow. That he'd suddenly enjoy raising his tail for other horny males. Now, there was an apparently real risk of it happening - but then again, he didn't feel any arousal, so whatever caused it probably wasn't airborne. Maybe people were actually getting seduced into it.

A new, different voice on the radio broke his train of thought. "A new report on the virus sweeping the city: leading biologists say that infection may in fact be beneficial, due to overpopulation issues. While the previous recommendation of staying inside still stands, we also recommend that the infected accept the changes for the overall good of society". The announcement repeated.

Suddenly the idea of the virus being a man-made population control measure didn't seem as unrealistic. Jordan, however, found himself fundamentally agreeing: less crowding and less drain on resources would be good. I'm certainly not volunteering, though.

He sat there for a moment, idly browsing through news sites and forum posts. Some made it seem like the best thing to have happened. Others were painting it as the end of the world. Either way, it didn't seem to the otter that he'd be at any risk, even if he were to head out, so going to work seemed like a better idea, even if he was late by now. Of course, being the indecisive man that he was, he put on his shoes, took them off, retreated to his computer to check for more news, put his shoes back on again, hesitated and took them off, and repeated this procedure about five times before managing to make it out of the door. Not before downloading some porn onto his phone, though, just in case he had to reassure himself of his manly, heterosexual nature.

What struck him the most was how quiet it was outside. Not a lot of people on the streets at all, except the occasional cars passing without stopping at the red lights. It felt eerie, as if the zombie apocalypse had happened overnight and then the disappeared. It was almost ridiculous, surely society wouldn't stop just because half the population turned gay. Even if they were too busy having massive orgies right now, they'd have to return to work eventually if they wanted to eat.

Then again, Jordan had to admit that if he got the chance to have an unending orgy - with women, mind you - he might just starve to death. Maybe I can't blame them.

Everything felt like an episode of Twilight Zone. He noticed people at their windows and balconies eyeballing him as if expecting him to suddenly break out into improved erotic dance, only to shut their blinds very inconspicuously when he turned to look at them. Fact was that he felt himself blushing; all of them must've thought him to be one of the "infected", looking for the nearest cock to jump on. First, embarrassment, and then anger.

"I'm straight as fuck," he yelled out, to nobody in particular. "Manly enough to at least go outside, you goddamn pussies!"

Sigh._Maybe going outside _hadn't been the best idea. There was no way anyone was at work today, but he was halfway there and so felt like he had to at least make sure. Not once did he meet anyone else on the streets during the entire walk.

His workplace was a car repair shop. Just about the manliest, straightest job possible, Jordan told himself. Positively dripping with testosterone. It was even named Nuts & Bolts, with a surprisingly phallic faux-neon sign on the front, sure to broadcast their virility and therefore their automotive expertise to anyone who saw it. Of course, there wasn't anyone around at the moment, and the sign was off, which wasn't terribly surprising, but the otter had worked there long enough have his own key. He hesitated again before pushing the key into the tight, welcoming confines of the lock. What am I even hoping to find?

That's when he heard some commotion behind him. Moaning, in particular. He spun around to see a diminutive fennec pressed against the wall by a tiger almost twice his size. Both of them had their clothes on but the way they were grinding into each other with obvious primal need left little doubts about what they were doing. Where'd they even come from? The alleyways?

The otter couldn't help but stare for a moment. They were far enough away that there wouldn't be any risk in that, and seeing two males displaying such lascivious behavior in public was odd enough to be captivating. The tiger knelt down before his mate and kissed him passionately. With lots of tongue, it sounded like. He almost engulfed the small fennec's muzzle entirely, the small vulpine meanwhile rubbing the tiger's lewdly tented pants, unzipping the front and letting the tiger's meaty cock flop out, dark red and ready for breeding. That was too much for Jordan. Watching their exhibitionism was making him feel strange, like his spine was tingling, and he hoped that wasn't a sign of infection.

Jordan realized he couldn't go back that way. Sure, the two were entirely preoccupied with stroking and rubbing each other, but they might go for him if he got too close. Or is that a bigoted thing to think?

Instead, he swiftly unlocked the key to the repair shop, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut behind him, realizing only moments afterwards that the whole place smelled strongly of musk and semen. Oh no. He could hear the rhythmic squeaking of a car's suspension, exactly as if... well, he didn't really want to think about it, but he had to make sure. If they'd gotten his coworkers he'd be next in line if he didn't haul ass out of here, and yet, curiosity was a strong motivation for any otter, Jordan in particular.

He walked around the corner and found one of his coworkers, a weasel named Joe or Joel or something like that, riding his boss, on the hood of one of the cars they were supposed to be fixing. Both were completely naked, their clothes torn off and left in a pile on the floor. The boss was a big, strong wolf, and certainly not someone Jordan would've had sexual thoughts about, but it was impossible not to stare at his engorged red length disappearing into the weasel over and over with a wet schlorp each time. Their movements had a feverish edge of them, both males trembling with ecstasy, and the wolf's chest was already wet with cum. Just how long had they been doing this?

And then, his boss noticed him. "Oh, good of - ngh, that's good, keeping squeezing like that - you to finally show up, Jordan. Hey, I got - unf - a job for you, get your mouth to work on-" he said, between groans and moans, his hands on Joel's hips, trying to pull the mustelid down onto his knot.

"I'm uh- I'm not infected..." he managed to reply, his legs twitching as if already wanting to run away. But his boss showed no signs of wanting to attack him, being obviously busy spreading the moaning weasel wide around his breeding bulb.

"Well - huff- we could fix that, if you want a promotion, just-" the wolf grunted, before letting out a triumphant, euphoric howl as the weasel's tight ring clenched down behind his knot. Jordan could see his cock twitch and throb, and it didn't take much of a brain to figure out what was going on. The wolf's tongue was hanging out of his vapidly smiling mouth as the pumped his subordinate full of thick lupine seed. Joel wasn't far behind, arching his back in a way only a mustelid could as he erupted all over his boss, messing up his fur even further.

"Man, Jordan, it's great. Unlike my wife Joel here wants to fuck every waking hour. I wish they'd come up with this virus earlier," the wolf panted, before scooping up some of the weasel's stringy cum with his fingers and holding them towards the otter. The otter stared at the thick white goop, slowly rolled around by the wolf's fingers. "It's only gross the first time you swallow, and then you'll love it. Don't you want to take a turn riding the big bad wolf? Come on, just lick up a little bit of it."

Gods help him, he almost did. Instead, he spun around his heels and stiffly walked out of the room, trying to hide the fact that his sheath was eagerly swelling, responding the filthy actions he'd just witnessed. But it couldn't mean that he was gay, right? He hadn't been exposed, so if he was gay that'd mean... he'd always been that way. It's just the raw sexuality of it all, he insisted. It'd turn anyone on, just seeing that primal arousal.

And then, as he exited the repair shop, he found a nude red panda in his arms. Almost nude, on closer inspection. He had a pair of briefs on, barely concealing an obvious erection. Was the whole city like this?

"Oh, thank god I found you," the wah panted, like he'd just run a marathon.

"Do we uh- do we know each other?" Jordan replied while trying to extricate himself from the panda's arms, wrapped around him. He didn't dare look at him directly, or even turn his face towards him. What if he sneezed?

"Well I mean yes, no, I know you have a tailhole, and I really need to hump something, come ooon," the red panda replied, one of his paws cupping the firm curve of the otter's ass. "You'll get a warm sticky load inside you for a few hours, I get to go to my interview without this erection-"

"You're going to an interview in your briefs?" Jordan asked.

"It's for a strip club, I just woke up this morning and-" he answered, his hot, hard bulge rubbing against the otter's crotch. "-it's not important, let's just fuck, you're the first man I see that's not already occupied, please..."

The panda took Jordan's paw and forced into against his crotch. He was surprisingly strong for being so lithe. The otter felt the sweltering heat and firmness of the panda's cock, desperate to sink inside the first ass available, and recoiled in disgust. Or fear.

"But I'm not, I don't want to..." he stammered, taking a step back from the panda. The smaller male's eyes seemed to light up with a mischievous - or perhaps devious - shine.

"Oh." He replied, a smile on his face. "I could help you with that. We could just fuck for hours, right on the street or in an alleyway until you're so slutty you'll beg every passing male to dump his cum into-" he stepped forward, bringing him into contact with the otter again, and grabbed his ass roughly. "-this wonderful sexy rudderbutt of yours."

Jordan turned to run into the nearest alley, but on land, even a red panda is faster than the short legs of an otter, and he easily caught up, cornering Jordan. To the otter's surprise, the panda sank to his knees in front of him, his paws on the mustelid's hips. "At least let me make you feel good. You'll love it even if you don't turn gay," he murmured, deftly undoing the button in the otter's jeans and unzipping the front, only to roughly push his nose right into the otter's sheath, only separated by a thin layer of sweaty fabric.

The otter didn't want any of it, but he felt exhausted a weak. The adrenaline of seeing his boss railing his coworker wearing off, maybe. Or maybe he was already infected, feeling the red panda's hot breath through his overly tight briefs, right against his most intimate spots. He could've escaped right then, too, even with his pants around his ankles. A swift knee to the panda's muzzle. Even a strong push. But if everyone else in the city was turning gay, what was the point? He'd have nobody to fuck if all the men and women just went for each other, nobody to love, and the prospect of loneliness scared him. Maybe if he ran away to the countryside and they had some kind of safe havens...

The red panda hooked his stubby fingers into the waistband of the otter's briefs with a very deliberate slowness, while licking his lips demonstratively. Jordan had to do something, but he could also feel a gnawing arousal in his loins. He'd never gotten a blowjob before, despite being such a manly man more than able to seduce any woman he wanted to. He just hadn't found the right one. The panda tugged on the briefs, bringing them lower centimeter by centimeter. I don't even know his name.

"Please don't..." he whimpered as his briefs came down low enough to start revealing his plump, fuzzy sheath. "I don't want to be gay."

To his surprise, the panda actually stopped. "I'm not convinced you even need a virus to turn gay. For one, you haven't pushed me away yet. You're letting another male do this-" he pressed his wet nose against the top of the otter's sheath, where his maleness was just barely peeking out, causing the mustelid to shiver. "-and not clocking me. I think I've got some bad news for you; you're already gay, you big closet case."

"But I'm not- I don't-" Jordan protested. "I still don't want to get it-"

"Hey, relax. All it's going to do is turn you into a huge slut," he panda quipped, and stuck his raspy tongue into the opening of the otter's sheath, drawing a whimpering moan.

He could feel himself starting to swell rapidly with the panda's tongue dancing across his sensitive cockflesh, dragging alone the inside of his sheath for a brief moment before his erection forced it out. It felt so erotic, so pleasurable, and yet so wrong. But maybe the virus was only transmitted through other bodily fluids, like semen or blood, rather than just saliva. If he let the panda do this his mind would be clear enough to make his escape.

"Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," the wah commented, pursing his lips around the otter's cock, a gentle suction drawing more blood into it and causing Jordan to involuntarily buck his hips. The warmth and wetness enveloping his maleness were intoxicating, regardless of what gender the person providing them was, he couldn't deny that. But then again, it could be infection. He leaned into the wall, hip muscles tense and claws digging into the brick as his impromptu lover went to work. If anyone walked past right now and saw them, they'd think he was one of those infected sluts for sure.

But maybe that was right. Maybe he should just give in, considering that he was just getting the first blowjob of his life in a dirty, graffitied alley, from a twinky red panda that had openly expressed his desire to take Jordan's anal virginity too.

And then the red panda's throat tightened around his shaft. Oh, he was so deep inside, and it was so warm and tight, like it was meant for him, the curve of his rigid otterhood aligning perfectly with the eager cocksucker's throat. Jordan clasped his paws around the panda's head, and thrust deeper into that beautiful, euphoric sensation, pushing the panda's nose into his sweaty fur as he did so. His balls were aching to spray their creamy virile load straight into the panda's belly. But if he gave into that sweet, delightful agony, the primordial need building in his ever tighter ballsack, that he'd basically sign a contract to let the panda dump his seed into him in turn. He let his mind wander as his lover's throat milked at his erection, his tongue twirling all around the veiny rigidity each time he pulled off to catch his breath, sending little pulsations throughout his entire body, resonating and building towards his inevitable release.

Would it be that bad? He imagined himself on all fours, moaning like a bitch, with the red panda possessively on top of him, resting his body on top of the otter's as he slowly worked that tapered, slick cock inside him, claiming him. Rubbing against all the right spots inside of him, making him squirm and beg. Thoughts of being spread open like that, helplessly, around a very masculine cock, sinking into him first with delicious slowness and then ever more frantic thrusts. Letting himself clench around it while his inner walls rubbed along the rest. And then, a twitch, a throb, a feverish groan and being impaled as deeply as it would go, maybe even feeling the sticky warmth squirting inside him, filling him. Seeding him.

Twitching. Fuck. His climax crashed over him like a tidal wave, and Jordan trembled, almost choking the panda on his meat as he pushed as deep as he could go, letting out a delirious, sighing moan, every part of his body tensing up as he came thanks to the panda's ministrations, sticky ropes of his cum spurting right down his lover's throat. After a few spurts he let go and the wah pulled back, letting the rest of the otter's salty cum spray onto his tongue while taking a deep breath of fresh air. He licked, gently, at the tip, letting the otter ride out the aftershocks of pleasure, the slight twitches that squeezed out the last few drops of cum that'd pool in the panda's mouth.

And then, before Jordan could react, he stood up and planted his cummy muzzle on his. There was no opportunity to resist, and his jaw was hanging open from the intensity of the climax, so before he could react the panda's tongue was tangling with his, spreading his own tangy, slimy cum over his tastebuds. It was messy, disgusting and yet somehow erotic, tasting his own essence like that. It didn't taste bad, just strange. More than anything it was the consistency that really made his head swim, the way it'd stretch and roll over their tongues...

The panda started rubbing his cock again while snogging him. Jordan winced at first, his maleness oversensitive from the very recent orgasm, but the panda was gentle and insistent, running his soft paws along the length, preventing it from retreating back into its sheath, never letting up on the stimulation for even a brief moment.

By the time they broke the kiss, Jordan realized he'd unwittingly swallowed a fair few gulps of his own semen. He felt hot, almost sick, like a mild fever was overtaking him.

"I don't- I don't even know your name..." he managed, talking because he had to talk. Something to try to interrupt this chain of events before it went too far, as if it hadn't already.

"Oh, it's Sam. Sammy. Whatever you want to call me, really, though 'stud' would also be fine," the red panda giggled. "And I'm still horny, so come on, get on all fours and let me mount you," he said. Very straight-forward, again. No mincing of words, he knew exactly what he wanted. And the otter was like jelly in his hands, clay to shape as the panda saw fit.

Sam hadn't really been much of a dominant individual before, but with everyone else turning into an even more submissive slut, he found himself enjoying the power. Sure, he still liked sucking cocks, but now it was on his terms. Just like he'd seduced this ostensibly straight otter and given him his first blowjob. Made him feel good despite his protests. It was rather intoxicating, and what Sam lacked in brawn he made up for in brains. Brains, and the fact that he was a red panda. It was a well-documented fact that the entire species was impossible to resist, and Sam's fur was particularly soft, his markings especially vivid, his cock unusually big and firm, and his butt much shapelier than the average.

He wasn't sure if he was even infected. Oh, sure, the virus was probably real, given that people were mating on the streets in broad daylight, but he was never a very prudish person to begin with, and imagining himself seducing a straight guy like the otter gave him a sense of pride. Granted, some infection that turned everyone into gay sluts was a pleasant idea as well.

Plus, he really needed to cum.

Sam turned Jordan around, keeping his paw on his cock. It was starting to swell again. Virgins were wonderful, all the pent up need from years of unfulfilled desires. The panda hoisted the otter's thick, heavy tail onto his shoulder and fumbled his precum-moistened underwear off. Jordan felt the incredibly hot cock flop onto his ass, the heat very tangible even through his dense fur. There was nothing to hide or protect him now; his clothes lying on the street and his tail raised high. Nothing to save him from becoming a wanton gay slut if he let the panda slide inside him and use his body.

So he did what anyone would've done in his situation: nothing. Sam spread his plump cheeks wide and placed his leaking shaft between them, the tip bumping into the very base of his tail while the cock slid easily over his bare hole, getting precum all over it. The otter knew he should've done something, anything, but the situation was starting to arouse him somehow, beyond just the constant physical stimulation. Having someone so eager to bury themselves inside you was hot, and the treatment he was getting was bringing some long-suppressed submissive instincts to the surface. Was it what he really wanted, though? The panda was letting out some quiet grunts and whines, and the otter could feel his hips twitching forward in that most instinctual way, but somehow he held back.

"Huff... we'll have to... loosen you up, a little..." Sam panted. He could still taste the otter's salty cum in his mouth. It had just the faintest hint of fish.

"Please, I don't want-" Jordan protested, as he leaned against the dirty brick wall, but was silenced by his own moan as the panda slipped one of his fingers though his pre-slickened anus. Only the very tip, at first, but it felt massive. And for as weird as getting a blowjob or even kissing another male had felt, this was an entirely different sensation. It didn't actually feel that good, and he couldn't help but clench around the invading digit. Maybe he had some hope yet, if anal sex felt like this he could easily resist it. The panda slowly eased his finger inside the otter, ever so slowly, moving it side to side to get him stretched enough for his cock. He could feel Jordan starting to relax around him.

The otter was planning on escape. The fastest way was straight past Sam, and he was stronger than him. His arousal was starting to fade despite the wah's best efforts, so that had to mean he was still alright. At least until the panda managed to get his finger inside him all the way to the knuckle, and hooked it, pushing and kneading the otter's prostate. His cock jumped to life and he saw stars, the sudden surge of pleasure causing him to push his ass towards his lover, wanting him to press that particular button again. It even made the penetration feel good, like he'd flipped some sort of inner switch. Jordan whimpered and moaned.

"There you go, doesn't that feel good?" the panda quipped while sliding his other hand over the otter's cock, noticing a distinct wetness as he passed the tip. He was dripping again, which meant it was time to fully claim him.

Jordan was feeling warm and fuzzy, and of course, extremely aroused despite just having sprayed his seed into the panda's mouth. Thinking was getting difficult, never mind thinking clearly. Maybe getting fucked in a seedy alleyway next to his workplace was just what he needed. Or maybe getting fucked right on the street instead so more people could join in and take their turns filling him until he was bloated with cum to the point of dripping. Wait, am I thinking that? But I don't want those studs, their balls heavy with cum, lining up behind my worn and messy body, their rock-hard erections ready to breed me like wild animals-

This wasn't good. Sure, it felt good, but he was suddenly afraid of losing himself, somehow. Becoming someone, something else entirely. Shedding his skin and being born as someone entirely different. Someone very promiscuous with little except cock on the mind. But would that really be so bad? Going from a life with no sex at all beyond masturbation, to one with constant sex and debauchery? After all, he'd have happily accepted that if it was women he'd be doing it with. The problem was the gender, more than anything; sure, apparently fingering your ass felt great, but doing it with a man still didn't turn him on by itself... or did it? He was grinding his ass against the panda's hand. It felt like there was a disconnect between his body and mind.

He felt a small twinge of pain from his ass. Sam's cock was pushing against his hole, still tight despite the fingering. Oh, why'd it have to hurt, all he wanted was to finally get mounted-oh god, I'm about to have another man fuck me. Yet, he didn't move. The pressure increased, the panda pressing his chest against the otter's back, pinning his arms to the wall. Jordan could feel himself spreading despite trying to clench, the blunt tip of Sam's cock slowly forcing its way in regardless of what he did.

The pressure increased, and then the head of the panda's cock popped inside him. Jordan winced, again. It hurt a fair bit, though his own maleness being constantly stroked helped distract him from it.

"Shh, relax. Only gets better from here. You should enjoy it, we're getting you ready for all the bigger males. Loosening you up so they all can sink their knots and flares into you..." the panda murmured. It took all of his willpower not to start pounding the otter, but he knew that if it hurt too much he'd be in for a bad time. He couldn't let Jordan snap out of the strange erotic daze he was in, so he had to make it as slow and pleasurable as possible until he was ready to cum. If he really was infected with something that turned people into gay sluts it'd definitely seal the deal, and even if he wasn't, having the otter experience his first anal orgasm would probably go a long way.

Jordan whimpered as Sam sunk deeper inside his warm body. He thought that he could feel every vein on his cock with how tightly stretched he was around it, every little throb, usually punctuated by a groan or huff from the panda. Why was he submitting to this? He'd always imagined his first time would be romantic, or least passionate, but instead it was purely sexual, the aggressive wah forcing himself upon him out of sheer primal need. And he needed it too, on some level. The stretching started to feel good, and he could feel his own wetness around the panda's paw as it spread his precum over his entire shaft. If it felt this good, why shouldn't he like it?

His insides felt warm, like a fire of lust in his belly that'd consume him if not extinguished, and there was only one thing that could put it out. Something Sam was very happy to give him. He started making slow, rolling thrusts as his new lover adjusted to his girth. Even in the dark alleyway he could see his hole cling to his cock every time he pulled out, as if it didn't want to let him go. Don't worry, otter. I'm not going anywhere. Not before you're full of my cum anyway.

Jordan bit his lip to keep from moaning. The intense fullness he was feeling was so strange but very hot, and the knowledge that each slow movement brought the panda closer to inseminating him was even hotter. Especially if it was followed by someone else burying themselves into his still dripping ass, and then someone else again, until he was swollen with cum. It'd been a gradual process, but now, suddenly, Jordan couldn't think of any reason he wouldn't want that. Just imagining his thick tail sticking to his ass, the underside covered in thick, warm cum sent him into paroxysms of pleasure. Oh gods, why'd he ever tried to resist if getting mounted felt this fucking good?

His mind was slowly unraveling under the rutting he was receiving. That was the appropriate word for it, sex purely for the sake of sex. Primal, aggressive, focused only on release. Impossible to not get swept up in, regardless of what you were attracted to. The fact that everyone else in the city was indulging in the same bestial passions only added fuel to the fire. It was like a sexual contagion, virus or no virus, a hysteric orgy that'd bring you along for the ride like a tidal wave. Impossible to resist, Jordan thought as his world became more and more centered on the pounding his prostate was receiving. I'm just the latest victim. It's not my fault...

Having absolved himself of responsibility or guilt, he could finally fully give into the sensations, fully love the feeling of being rutted and bred by the panda. "Fuck me!" he yelled out, his palms sweaty against the grimy bricks. He moved his body as if he was swimming, swaying his tail from side to side along with his rump, wiggling, squeezing, and squirming.

Sam knew that was it for the otter's resistance. Which meant he could finally focus on his own release. So he leaned against Jordan again, gently pinching his scruffy neck with his teeth, holding onto the loose skin as he began thrusting harder and faster. He had been close to cumming the whole time, of course, but had to make sure the otter didn't get second thoughts. Now, though, it was time to properly enjoy his body, the way his ass felt like it was made for this thick cock, hugging it like a glove. He imagined his cock sliding inside Jordan's belly, twitching and dripping precum, gradually swelling along with the swelling he could feel in his balls. Preparing to deposit his slimy cum deep inside his now willing victim.

The sudden sting of pain at his neck made Jordan buck back against the wah. He never knew he liked getting bitten, but he did. And so he told Sam to do it more, craning his neck to the side to give him better access. Sam didn't hesitate, opening his jaws wide and gently grabbing onto the site of the otter's slender neck. He let his teeth dig just barely into the skin beneath the fur, his tongue lapping at him broadly, making the otter shiver and throb in his paw. He nibbled his neck, licked his throat, bit down on his small nubby ears and yanked at them, all of it only making the otter moan louder. It felt so predatory, and the fact that his dominator was smaller and weaker than him made it even more deliciously sexy.

Eventually, Sam dug his claws into the otter's hips, letting go of his cock, as he spread his shapely cheeks to get deeper, now bucking into him in a frenzy. He could feel Jordan quivering, huffing, clenching around him, obviously getting close to the point of no return. Sam wasn't far behind, and he was pretty sure he'd already had several small orgasms, little peaks of pleasure that probably left some of his tainted seed inside the otter's vulnerable body, but they were nothing compared to the massive orgasm he was building up towards. His balls ached with how desperate they were to dump their sticky cargo.

And that, they did. Clutching at his lover, the panda erupted inside him, great thick spouts of cum coating every inch of his insides, sloshing around his cock as he kept thrusting deeply inside him, growling and panting in the throes of his release. For Jordan, it was even better; a sudden sticky wet heat inside him that seemed to spread with each twitch of the panda's cock, seeping into every nook and cranny of his body, a sensation strong enough to trigger his own climax. He painted the wall with his cum, the pearly white stuff running down the dirty red bricks. Oh, there was so much of it, as if he was shooting out cum as it was deposited inside him. He clenched down on the shaft inside him, milking it for more, the rhythmic contractions matching the ones of his cock. And he moaned like a slut.

Jordan could feel some of it leaking out, hot and wet, down his furry leg. For some reason, everything was extremely erotic right now, even the messiness, the intense smell of male sex in the air, the entire situation. It was enough to make his head swim. He wanted more, needed more...

Sam gave him a pat on his ass as he pulled out, and for a second a strand of cum connected the very tip of his maleness to the otter's slightly gaping sphincter. He licked his lips. What a beautiful sight. For a moment, he considered just leaving, but on the other hand, he very much wanted to have another go with the otter later. Maybe with him on top - seeing the otter's leaking body made his own butt yearn to be filled - but on the other hand seeing him fucked by other horny males was also intensely arousing, almost enough to get his softening cock stiff again. Didn't he have somewhere he needed to be? Maybe... he couldn't think so clearly after his orgasm. All he really wanted to do right now was fuck more, right after he recovered a little bit.

Someone else walked past the alleyway. A horse, it seemed, or maybe a pony. Sam had never been very good with species. He stopped to watch the two, a rather huge bulge very visible through his trousers. He seemed to hesitate to say anything, but the look in his eyes told the wah all he needed to know.

And as he scrambled to get into the position behind the otter - who was now on all fours in the grime and cum on the street - his massive flared cock bobbing in front - Sam realized that this was the best day of his life. Virus or no virus, he had an excuse to do nothing but indulge in all his perversions. Hopefully forever.

And if civilization fell while everyone was too busy enjoying themselves, well. It'd be worth it.