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A Pandemic...of Lust

Part 4

For Leon_Therma

By Draconicon

The Safe Zone ended up being surprisingly stable as long as two things remained true. One, that the uninfected stayed in one half of the base and the infected stayed in the other half. Two, that Leon was there. As long as those two things stayed true, then things worked reasonably well. The Typhlosion could pass between the two halves of the base without issues, and while he was around the infected, they were a little less aggressive.

A little. They still couldn't go to the other half of the Safe Zone, but they were not going to cause problems as long as they stayed on their side. That was all that mattered.

Of course, there were problems that rose up. There were things that needed to be handled outside the Zone, and he couldn't just send the various infected out to get them. That was not going to work out in the slightest, particularly since they started to get a little dumb as soon as they were out of sight. Take them further, and he was pretty sure that they'd stop thinking properly.

So, when the food stores started getting low, Leon made the hard decision to leave. He just hoped that the Safe Zone would be there when he got back.

Three weeks later, Leon stumbled back towards the trapdoor that led down to the Safe Zone. His scavenging trip had taken longer than he expected, and he wasn't sure what he was going to find when he crawled back down to the underground. He'd left various little safeguards that should have been enough to keep the two halves of the Safe Zone population from getting at each other, but whether that had held in his absence, he didn't know. He could only hope.

He opened the door, and he felt that something had changed almost immediately. The air was hot down there, hot and thick with the smell of sexual musk. While the infected had been the ones that were living closer to the topside - what with them being infected already and everything, it seemed the safer thing in case the facility was breached - he felt that there was something else going on down there, something new that he wasn't going to like when he saw it.

...Fuck.

Shaking his head, he tossed the food he'd gathered through the hole, bag by bag, and then hopped down after it. He shut the trapdoor behind him, then shouldered the bags as he walked into the facility.

The smell of sex continued to rise, and his dick rose with it, getting stiffer as he walked deeper into the facility. He could smell the sex, could smell the virus around, and knew that it had spread, alright. The question was...how...far...

There was something else, too. While he could feel the virus in him, still, he realized that he could feel other bits and pieces of the zombie virus through the facility. Not just stuff that he was sensing through Aura, either. This was something different.

It took finding Drac to actually realize what it was.

As soon as he found the black dragon sitting in one of the dorm rooms, he realized that he could feel the virus in the black dragon, and more than that, he could feel it like a sort of...network, a hive of sorts, that had spread throughout the other male. It had gone from his head to his toes, and Leon felt almost like he was staring at a control console when he was staring at that network.

He dropped the bags, and the black dragon looked up, white eyes fixed on him.

"What happened?" Leon asked.

"What do you think? The whole place is infected."

"Everyone?"

"Everyone."

He should have guessed. No wonder the whole place smelled like sex. Everyone had been fucking for weeks, he'd imagine. And that explained why there wasn't any of the infected wandering the halls, or looking out of sorts. They were no longer bothered by the presence of uninfected in their midst. They had done their jobs. They had spread the virus and contaminated everyone.

Yet...

There was something off about it. Something that made him wonder. He looked back at the black dragon, feeling for the virus that had spread through him. It was still like a network, a hive of sorts. What if he -

It was almost like pressing a button, or giving a voice command, except that it was done through a thought. He 'wished' it, and the black dragon's cock started rising up, stiff and throbbing as it had ever been while they had been having fun together. He wished it away, and it went down again.

Body control? Leon wondered.

"Stand up," he said, and the black dragon did as he was told, getting to his feet before blinking.

"What -"

"I can make you do things, apparently," the Typhlosion said.

"...Oh boy."

"Heh, what?"

"I know that look."

"What look?"

"That sex grin. You're already planning something."

"Heh...I might be."

"Oh boy."

"Stand on one foot, make the other one point at me."

The black dragon did as he was told, resting on one large foot and holding out the other. Leon smiled as he looked at the plush underside, the hard scales nevertheless leaving the sole of the foot rather shiny, rather smooth. He ran a finger along the bottom, and the dragon's cock twitched again, bouncing up a little from those balls.

"Well, well, well..."

"Leon, do you really think this is a good idea?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but I'm going to enjoy it while I can."

"And not just with me, I'm guessing."

"Well, I do have a harem here, now."

"..."

"Let's call a few of them in, shall we? Or better yet, in another room."

There was a mess hall in the Safe Zone, though it wasn't often used, as far as he could tell. Most of the guys seemed to come here, get their food, and head back to their rooms. That was going to change today.

A little fire, a little Aura, and he had melted down one of the tables and molded it into a personal throne. A little grandiose, yes, but it was one of those things that made it all the more enjoyable now that he had the power to really enjoy himself.

A sex zombie facility was perfect for building up a little place for self-gratification. Everyone was already in the mood, and now that they were infected and held in thrall to a sort of hive-mind virus, one that he was attached to, Leon had to admit that it would be impossible not to use that.

He reached out as the black dragon stood at his side, giving him the command to kneel, and Drac did. The black dragon grumbled, even as his cock started rising with another command from the Typhlosion.

"Come on, you know you like being on your knees with me, Drac."

"Yeah, but that's besides the point."

"You think I'm being selfish?"

"Maybe."

"There's no curing this, in all the records, so why not have fun with it?"

"Maybe some of us want to try?"

"Maybe some of you should have been smarter about who you slept with."

He shrugged, sitting on the cooling throne. He reached out through the facility, following that hive network of various infected people. He found two that he would like to enjoy and ordered them to start making their way to the mess hall. As soon as he felt them turning his way, he smiled, looking back at the dragon.

"Alright. Let's see how much you still love being under my paws, hmm?"

"You serious?"

"Very."

He lifted one large paw, curling his toes and wiggling them a few times. He didn't have to send any commands to get Drac's cock hardening to that show, and he smiled as he watched it bob up and down. The black dragon hesitated, then slowly crawled over.

The first lick was as lovely as ever. Forked tongues really were lovely for tending to one's feet, considering that you got that little tickle from the forked tips at the end and the long, sensual lap from the rest of the tongue. He sighed, leaning his head back and savoring the feeling of the wet tongue massage that Drac was so good at giving.

As the feeling of the other infected members of the Safe Zone drew closer and closer, he reached down to his crotch, gently fondling his sheath. It was already starting to spill his cock out, and he rubbed around the head, teasing it harder.

"Mmmph..."

"You like having someone under you that much?"

"Heh, don't tell me you don't like it, Draccy."

"...Shut up."

The dragon's mouth drifted from the ball of his paws to his toes, and Leon smiled as he felt one after another sliding past the dragon's lips, giving him something nice and musky to taste, to lick, to enjoy. He smiled, drumming his toes on the dragon's tongue, sometimes pinning it in place to make sure that it got all the sweat and flavor that it could want.

And for all that Drac was trying to complain and get them focused on something else, it didn't take long before the black dragon gave into his urges. Both hands came up, supporting Leon's paw, giving it a little bit of rest while licking, sucking, nuzzling it.

It must have been the virus. He knew Drac, and he knew that while the big guy was very paw-focused, very foot-focused, very perverted as a general rule, he still had the brain to know that something was wrong. The zombie virus must have been messing with him a lot to make him give up and give in, to just enjoy himself and not think about everything else that was going on.

He smiled, dragging his foot back, gently pushing his toes forward so that he could fuck the dragon's mouth with them. Drac gagged at first, not from how deep they were going, but from surprise. However, in short order, he was opening his mouth wider and letting Leon drag his paw back and forth, rubbing it against his tongue.

And that was when the others started showing up.

Leon grinned to himself as a gryphon and the Linoone, Dash, showed up. They both walked over to him with hard-ons that refused to go down, panting softly as they did. There was some intelligence in their eyes, still, and it glowed a little brighter when they got closer to him.

"Mmmph...you're back," Dash said, grinning.

"Yeah...he's back...and he's trouble," the gryphon said, but not in any serious way.

"Yep. I'm back. And here to stay, at least for a while. If you're going to cause trouble, I might as well be here to enjoy it."

They blushed a bit at that, their cocks throbbing harder as he nudged them through the weird network that had come out of the virus. He knew that he wasn't as affected as they were, that he felt it differently, but this was beyond that.

Maybe the virus had mutated. Maybe he had become something that led a different form of the virus, the king atop the hive mind. Whatever it was, he was enjoying the pleasure that came from having this level of control over someone else. He licked his lips as he looked over them, and then nodded to the floor. The command that came with it sent them to their knees instantly.

They both blinked, but Dash - the Linoone, the badger - smiled. The gryphon - Rakir, that was his name - was a little less enthused, but his erection didn't go down.

Not that Leon was entirely sure that it could.

"Alright, you two. While Drac's tending to my paws, why don't the two of you show me what you can do to my cock?"

"Hmmph. You're really going to order us around like this?" Rakir asked.

"Well, yes?"

"..."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Dash said, the badger moving forward, crawling to one side of the Typhlosion's cock. "I've been looking forward to the chance to get at something like this."

"Well, glad you're ready."

"...Fuck you, but fine," Rakir muttered, joining the badger on the other side.

It didn't take long for them to get busy with their tongues, dragging them along his shaft from base to tip and back again. Leon leaned back, resting his hands on his throne, letting his various sluts get to work.

Mmm...this is the life...

It wouldn't last, more than likely. He'd need to go somewhere else, eventually, but for now, the Safe Zone and all the pleasures therein were his to enjoy, and he was going to enjoy them to the fullest.

He leaned his head back again, resting it against the top of his throne as those tongues worked from his balls all the way to the tip of his cock. Slick, slippery things they were, dragging along flesh that was all too eager to be worshiped. He hadn't had the chance to fuck around on the surface so much recently, so feeling the licks, laps, and slippery lines that they dragged along his shaft was just what he needed.

Up, down, up, down, the Linoone and the gryphon taking their time. There was angry tail lashing on the part of Rakir, and happy little croons from Dash. They were both feeling so different about it, but neither one could stop what was happening, and neither one, at the core of it all, seemed to want to.

Eventually, Dash reached the head of his cock and leaned forward. Without any command, the badger took the head into his mouth, starting to bob up and down, swallowing around the tip and taking it surprisingly deep. Each time that his lips went down, he got closer and closer to the Typhlosion's balls, and his throat was nice and tight, clenching and swallowing.

Leon was rather thankful for his stamina, because with the cock sucking, toe sucking, and the ball worship that followed as Rakir was forced further down, he might have cum right then and there. Thankfully, he didn't.

Groaning in pleasure, he started to hunch his hips, not quite fucking the Linoone's mouth, but not quite leaving him to just work and worship, either. Suck, lick, lap, swallow. The warmth and tightness of that muzzle was giving him everything that he wanted, and the soft suckles and kisses and vibrating growls against his balls were even better.

But...he could have even more than that.

"Stop."

Leon's command hit them all at once, and they stopped alright. Stopped right in their tracks, frozen as if they had never had the capacity to move in the first place. He pulled his hands back, and they stood up.

"Heh...you were all enjoying that," he said, nodding down at their throbbing dicks.

Drac shrugged, Dash nodded, and Rakir groaned.

"Well, if you're going to be that reluctant about it, Rakir, maybe I should fuck your ass first."

"...Goddammit."

"Get on your hands and knees, birdy boi."

The gryphon did as he was told, his tail lashing angrily, his claws curling up in frustration. Yet, for all that, his cock throbbed and drooled to the floor below, and his tail wasn't in the way of any sort of fuck.

Glancing at the other two, he gave them an unspoken order. They dropped to their knees at either side of the gryphon, grabbing his ass cheeks and slowly pulling them apart. The pucker between them twitched, throbbed, clenched, and he chuckled to himself as he slid off his throne, kneeling between the gryphon's legs.

"I think that you might protest too much, feather-boi."

"Just get it over with. It's the virus."

"You say that, but..."

He slid a finger right up that twitching hole, and Rakir immediately gasped, arching his back and clicking his jaws together. Wiggling his finger around, he found the right angle to push down and -

"MMmph...mmmph!"

The gryphon started huffing and puffing just like a good little slut, pushing his ass back and offering it up. There was no way that he was not getting off on this, no way that he wasn't starting to get into it.

Just the virus, my ass.

As he fingered that pucker, teasing it, the other two sluts - the dragon and the Linoone - reached down and started rubbing his dick, stroking it, pulling on it. They were keeping him good and hard as he fingered that pucker open, slowly adding a second digit to make sure that it was good and stretched for his purposes.

The more that the gryphon moaned, the more that he dripped, the more that Leon knew that it was the right call.

"You just need a reminder of who owns your ass now."

"Mmmph..."

"You're a good little slut, but you need someone to look out for you."

"Fuck...fuck..."

"If you're trying to say 'fuck you', you're missing a word."

"MMMPH!"

And just like that, the gryphon came.

It wasn't what any of them had been expecting, for sure. Leon, certainly, hadn't thought that Rakir was that close to blowing his load, but there it was, the stubborn male thrusting his hips back against the finger in his ass, his cock spurting, twitching, blowing its load all over the floor.

It was quite the show, really, as the puddle spread around, as it soaked into the gryphon's calves and toes. Leon chuckled, pulling his finger back.

"Well, here I thought that you'd be putting up more of a fight. Not that I want one."

"Nnngh..."

"Speechless?"

"I think that he didn't expect to cum that fast," Drac said. "He's been a full top while you were gone."

"Completely?"

"Yeah. I think that he didn't know his ass was as sensitive as his cock now."

"Reeeeeeally."

The Typhlosion grinned, moving forward so that his cock rested between those fuzzy cheeks, slapping the thick head against that pucker. He was going to have some fun with that, then. He was sure that the smaller male was more than a little concerned now, wondering what was going to happen to him, how he was going to take that fat cock.

And Leon? Well, the Typhlosion knew it was going to fit, so he didn't particularly care.

One thrust, one 'pop', and his cock was inside. Rakir gasped under him, arching his back, his feathers and fur on edge, and that pucker was clenching down hard on his shaft. He growled under his breath as he worked his way in, sliding each successive inch forward, not slowing down no matter how hard the gryphon clenched.

In, in, in, in. There was no pulling out, no shifting position, no stopping. Rakir's breath turned to panting, gasping sounds, and he savored them, almost feeling like his cock was doing all the work in breaking the bird-slut into the sort of toy that he wanted. The gryphon's eyes were rolling back, his hole was clenching, milking at the Typhlosion's cock, and he could feel the thrill of orgasm coming up again.

He leaned in, biting gently at the side of the gryphon's neck, and he felt the sudden tension. Even without the splut-splut sounds that followed, he knew what had happened. He grinned, petting the side of the gryphon's face.

"That's it...admit it...you're a slut for me, at least..."

"Mmmph..."

"Admit it..."

"I'm a slut...for you..."

"Good birdy."

He patted the gryphon's ass, glancing to his right. Dash looked up with a grin, having shifted his position enough to allow himself to start fingering his ass. He chuckled a bit at the show, shaking his head.

"You can be next."

"Good. I want some of that 'losion cock."

"You'll get it, heh. Don't worry."

If there was one thing that he had had before the virus, it was an insane amount of stamina. He kept his toys well-satisfied back at home, and he could do that here, too, particularly with how horny the virus kept him and how eager it made him feel.

He started pulling back slowly, taking his time to really feel that tight hole clenching on him as he pulled back. Rakir as doing his best to keep from falling over, he could tell, doing his best to hold up against the powerful feeling of that big cock inside of him. The gryphon was shaking from head to toe in unwilling pleasure, and he chuckled despite himself. The smaller male was definitely someone that didn't know how to take it easily, or gracefully, but he would learn.

He pulled all the way back to the head of his cock, making sure that it ground against that pucker properly before ramming back in. The gryphon gasped, arching his back, shoving his ass back almost by instinct, only to gasp again as Leon repeated the hard, speedy thrust. One after another after another, each one setting up the rhythm for the next, building up for something bigger.

Soon, he was bucking forward harder than ever, rutting that hole the way that it was meant to be fucked. In, out, in, out, rough, hard, fast, his balls swinging forward and slapping against that other pair, dominating them, marking them with his rutting scent. Hard, heavy, male musk started to fill the room, making it all the hotter and harder to stop.

He groaned under his breath, grabbing Rakir's hips all the tighter, yanking him back and using him like a fleshlight. The gryphon gasped, shivering, moaning, his cock spurting again. Another orgasm, another rippling feeling of pleasure along his cock, another reminder that he was on top and that he was the better male.

In, out, in, out, in, out, each time feeling that clenching hole pulling him deeper, each time feeling the little bitter bird trying to hold out. He pushed past it, his cock hammering that prostate, opening the little hole up until -

"NNNNGH!"

Rakir arched his back, and Leon picked him up, holding him down against his cock as the bird boi came hard, shooting across the room. Gravity helped him lift and lower the gryphon, rutting his butt good and hard, and the two other sluts slid between his legs, licking his balls with tongues both forked and wide, teasing him and making them roll around. He could feel his churning seed ready to be let loose, and he knew that Rakir was almost spent.

"Ready to be marked, bird-boi?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm."

"Then take it."

Hump, hump, hump, each thrust slamming him right into the depths, each time hilting with that little hole. It was going to be gaping after this, wrecked beyond measure, and he didn't care. All that he cared about was the feeling of pleasure that came with it, the need that was being fulfilled.

Rakir gasped, panting, clenching. He was pushing back hard, trying to get that load now, finally realizing his place. He was Leon's cock-sleeve, and as far as the Typhlosion could tell, he genuinely wanted it.

In, out, in, out, in -

And hold.

Squirt, squelch, squirt, squelch. Each little pulse from his balls followed up by a sudden spurt from the tip of his cock. He could feel each shot going through his shaft, the heat, the tingles of pleasure running through his cock and up and down his spine. Every shot made him feel like his dick was swimming through the slime that he was pumping into that hole, and when he finally pulled back, Rakir slumped down, panting and utterly satisfied. Probably for the first time since he had been infected, for that matter.

His cock, soaked in white cum, throbbed still. The dragon and the Linoone stared at him, the latter with worship, the former with trepidation and excitement. Leon smirked, going back to his throne and folding his hands behind his head.

"So, you two. Who's next?"

"Me!" Dash shouted, running for him.

"I thought so," he said, chuckling.

"Oh, god, that looked great. I want to feel that thing deep inside. I can ride first, right?"

"Sure."

"Mmm..."

The Linoone sat on his lap, and Leon smiled as his cock started parting its way through the cheeks, sliding past the fur to the pucker between them. It didn't take long for the big, slippery head to find that wrinkled flesh, and less time to slide in with a soft pop. Clearly, Dash had been practicing while Rakir hadn't been.

As the badger, brown and tan, slid down his shaft, he looked around at the dragon again. Drac was glancing down at Rakir and his creampied asshole, and then back at him. There was a slight look on the black dragon's face, one that looked curious, concerned.

Drac was always worried about something. Doubtlessly, the black dragon was trying to think of a way to fix things, but the time for that was past. There was no fixing this virus. Sure, Leon might have been able to suppress it while he was around, but that was only while he was around, and it made him tired.

Being able to order the people infected around was more fun, anyway.

"Drac?"

The black dragon looked at him again just as Dash slammed his butt down. Leon groaned as his cock went deep on the first thrust, but still managed to keep talking.

"Just leave it."

"I might come up with an idea."

"Not while you're infected."

"But I should -"

"You should come over here and get back to worshiping my toes."

"..."

"Drac. You can't fix this. So."

He lifted one leg as the badger kept riding his cock.

"Have some fun for a change."

He didn't know if it was an unspoken command or if the dragon really did give in, but the black dragon sighed and went down to all fours, crawling across the room to kneel before the Typhlosion again. Leon extended his legs, one paw pressing against the dragon's chest and one down on his cock. The soft pulse of pre-cum against his toes was all he needed to know that Drac enjoyed it enough on some level for it to be alright with him.

And as Dash bounced up and down on his cock, long body and long tail slapping down again and again, he planned what he would do with the rest of the infected.

They humped away for nearly a month, going through the rest of their food stores before they were finally forced to do something else. Throughout it all, Leon encouraged the others in as much hedonism as possible while still keeping their minds intact. Whatever strain of the virus this was - and it was definitely a different strain to what had infected the rest of the world - he wanted to make sure that it didn't actually take away their thoughts, that they could still be productive.

When the food was gone, however, they had to do something about it. Leon sent them up in pairs, in fours, when he could get away with it, and he was able to track them with the link that they had set up with each other. The hive-mind that had occurred between them allowed the various infected to move around with some knowledge of where they were, and when they were in larger numbers, he could keep track of where they were, even from underground.

They found food and brought it back. They found crop stuff, and Leon helped them build up food stuffs on the surface.

But most importantly, they found other zombies and brought them back to the former Safe Zone, and that was how Leon made his most important finding.

When they were with him, he wasn't able to 'network' with them the way that he could with the rest of the infected that he had come to enjoy. However, he was still 'immune' to the more harmful strain that they had. More to the point, when he fucked them, his strain seemed to overcome theirs, making it so that he could actually do the same sort of control and tracking that he could do with his own people.

That...That changed things.

With that in mind, Leon could go out in the world and start shifting things around. He could turn this entire area into a playground for himself, turn one sex zombie after another to the hive mind that he had made with his own people in the safe zone. It could go from many different infected to one type, one type that worked under him, that could be almost normal as long as they were around other people of the same type of infection.

He could do that.

And he...kinda wanted to.

Much fun as he had been having with Drac and the others, a month of humping the same guys, no matter how eager, could get boring. He wanted a little diversity, a little taste of something different again. He had been on the verge of leaving, of heading back to his own home, way off in the multiverse.

But now that he had this as an option...

The only issue would be the migration of his current hive, and how that would go while they traveled. That said, he was strong enough to make it across the rough and tumble 'wasteland' that the world had become. He was pretty sure that he could get the rest of his people across it.

His people. Well, that was a thing.

He rather liked the sound of it.

The End

Summary: Leon finds out that the whole Safe Zone ended up infecting itself while he was on another food run. Well...might as well reap the rewards.

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