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27 days after containment breach, a TV blared its familiar nonsense, the volume cranked to full and still going unheard under the heavy thump of music rattling through the nightclub. The evening news was running a special on how to protect your family in the event of a monster attack. The words "Monster Attack" were thrown about often lately, for lack of a better, family-friendly description for the creatures which had mysteriously appeared and consumed three cities across the US. The internet had quickly foiled any governmental attempts to cover up the bizarre disaster, and as with any other would-be apocalypse, it drove up sales and ratings, so news stations both local and national were quick to jump on it. The TV over the bar screamed about gun laws and padlocks, beaming radiantly on the dark crowds below, effectively silent in its admonitions.

Laura wasn't too interested, anyway-- she was more concerned about the big mid-term coming up on Monday. The pudgy mouse girl had been planning on studying tonight, but at the insistence of her friend, she'd come out to dance and drink the night away. And it had been fun so far-- but she had plenty of time to stand around regretting the decision as they stood in line, waiting for the bathroom. Her friend, the rather drunken wolfess just in front of her, had taken to chatting with the vixen ahead of them in line, and Laura was left staring dully at the TV, trying to get her mind off her recent dip in grades. The monsters... the news kept flashing those words, "Monster Attack," but they only had one or two clips to show of the creatures. There were dozens on the net, of course, but most of them were much too... explicit. Huge, hulking beasts, once normal men and women that had swollen with muscle-- and sprouted arm-sized dicks, sometimes with massive tits. Some kind of bizarre, hypersexualized hulk-- except that each one could spread its affliction by raping a normal person. Which, it seemed, they were very eager to do...

She tore her eyes away, frowning quietly. This wasn't a better line of thought at all! It was all probably a hoax or something, anyway-- she'd never heard of the towns that had been listed as infected. Maybe it was some overblown publicity stunt for a movie, or a... a prank, or... She didn't know what it was, but it was too absurd to be real. Zombies! Sex zombies, that spread their crazy Hulkiness with sex! It was ridiculous, and far away besides. The towns that were supposedly consumed by this disease were spread out all over the place, but none were too close by. And she had plenty to worry about without any of this monster nonsense. Here she was, a year and change from a degree in pharmacology (assuming she ever stopped drinking herself stupid and pulled her grades out of the shitter) and she still barely had any idea what she was doing. She felt like she'd barely learned anything, and like she was already supposed to be talking with potential employers. But then, if she let her grades go like they were much longer, her scholarship would fall through, and she wouldn't have to worry about that, now would she? And was she doing anything about it? No, she was sitting in line with her bladder burning up, her head spinning, listening to her yappy friend gossip about celebrities in some crappy nightclub. What the hell was she even doing here? She could go back to her place and piss in half the time, and she might be able to salvage at least half of this night.

She turned, trying to convince herself to stride out boldly and turn over a new leaf-- and she nearly walked right into a, well, a rather handsome tiger. He gave a start, though he must have already been right behind her. His mouth curled in a smile that made something in her quiver, and his paws moved toward her--

"Well, hey there, handsome!" Her friend, the wolfess, giggled at her shoulder, and in a breath, the tiger swept around Laura to scoop the wolfess into a sudden, overwhelming kiss, one paw clutching at her rear as he pushed her mouth open around his tongue. Laura could only stare, stunned and succumbing to a moment of jealousy as her friend was thoroughly snogged by this stranger that --she thought-- had been reaching for her.

She swallowed. Well. It was just as well, really. If he'd done that to her out of the blue, she probably would have wet herself, and that'd be just the damn cap on things, wouldn't it? She bit down on the inside of her lip and chewed as she looked away, eying the door again. Now that she looked-- there was a rabbit at the bar staring after him, a paw at her lips and a misty look in her eyes. She thought she might have seen someone else staring this way near the door, too, actually. Hell, maybe it really was for the best. If this guy was running around tonguing everyone's tonsils out of the blue, he was probably going to end up spreading something nasty, if he wasn't already. Yeah, a nice case of mono would finish her night quite nicely, too. At long last, the tiger let up, though Laura only knew by the shaky gasp from her friend, who was straightening weakly when she turned to look. The tiger simply smiled once more-- or rather, his lips curled a hint, and a glimmer of humor in his eyes seemed to speak volumes of his desire, leaving Laura struck and staring as he turned his back on them and disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. Laura winced, letting up as her lip started to bleed. She was... she wasn't... She didn't care, she declared to herself. She was going home. She'd had damn well enough of...

...Everything.

~~~

At that exact moment, five miles away, a horned lizard hunched in the darkness, struggling not to move too much with the sway and bumps of her low seat. Her breath dragged slowly against the rough fabric draped over her, and blew it out billowing in front of her as she sighed. Her hands clenched and spread underneath her with a soft clink of metal, and as ever, she burned to breed. The blanket dulled her sense of smell, but for some time now, she'd been catching the subtle scent of prey, though never the same scent twice. It was masked under myriad stinks of smoke and waste, but every time she caught a hint of one of the little ones, she throbbed fitfully below before it even registered properly in her mind. Cold, thick steel dug in with her fattest throbs, and she rasped softly.

She didn't know how long she'd been imprisoned in darkness, but it seemed to stretch into forever. Once, as they did occasionally, her thoughts diverted a hint to her bloodmate. The last time she had run free and hunted prey, her bloodmate, the one who shared her species and smelled like her, had run along with her. They'd hunted and claimed together, and it had been good. But when the loud creatures came with their rattling, cracking devices, her bloodmate had lain down and stopped moving. The lizard hunkered down, hanging her head a moment, her broad, heavily muscled back shaking fitfully as she remembered. But soon, a fresh scent --fox?-- had her throbbing and snarling silently for prey again.

A heavy rattle rolled under her squatting rear, metal sliding across her ankles, and the rhino huddled up to her side roared, lurching up to his feet unsteadily. She snarled in answer, and all around her, growls and rumbles of hunger rose as the rhino panted and thumped across the metal floor-- and disappeared, with a rustle of fabric. Screeches and croons rose a moment later, quickly fading into the distance. She was drawing deep, ragged breaths, now. Time. It was time. Now. Now. The hunt was coming. Soon. Another heavy rattle, and she jumped, straining the heavy steel band looped around her loins, her flesh threatening to tear before she settled down. Across the crowded space, a little to her right, a dragon roared triumphantly, thumping around with a rattle of metal before disappearing as well. A heavy crash came immediately, off to one side.

Her breathing came rapidly, the fabric gritting in against her teeth as she pulled in air hungrily. Her toeclaws dug at the metal. Soon. Soon. The hunt. She would hunt, and she would breed many, for her bloodmate. Her breath caught a moment, and she started to stumble down-- when a heavy rattle accompanied a sudden loosening of her bonds. Her wrists came free of her ankles, and the cold metal fell free of her raw and aching cock as she launched onto her feet, snarling exultantly. Flinging the blanket covering her aside, she leered about the darkness, barely glancing over the massive, huddled forms to her left. To her right, heavy fabric fluttered slightly, giving peeks at the corners of light and motion. Without a thought, she bounded through, bursting from the covers-- into dusk, onto the highway.

One foot skidded across the tarmac searing by before she was flying, instinctively lunging for a car full of delicious prey, wide-eyed little creatures staring at her with open mouths. Metal crunched, glass shattered, and she dug around inside, but the car was veering all about the road, and with a mighty crash, she found herself flung out into the void-- falling, falling, leaving that bright red world for one of shadow.

Concrete broke her fall. She rose with a slow growl, shaking her head, and drew a deep breath as her eyes cleared. Prey. She lunged toward the screams.

~~~

Alan threw one glance over his shoulder to make sure. Yeah, the girl at the door was coming along nicely. Smirking broadly and quashing his rattling nerves, he turned back to the wide, luscious husky ass grinding into his crotch through a few flimsy layers of clothing, its owner peeking over her shoulder at him with a vapid smile and a spark of heat in her cheeks. Her date seemed rather frustrated that she was more interested in this stranger that had simply grabbed hold of her ass and started grinding, but she'd hardly stood a chance once she'd tasted his lips. Indeed, even when he flipped her skirt up and peeled down her skimpy black panties, she just blushed brighter, giggling softly. Alas, his saliva alone wouldn't act quickly enough for what he had in mind, but he did have just the thing. Dancers around him, already starting to stare, gasped and murmured as he whipped out his shaft, flaring red and angry with need, already coated with juices-- luckily for the canine. She barely caught glimpse of it before he buried it in her ass, setting those lush cheeks bouncing on his hips as they tottered forward together. His balls seized in celebration, and she barely began to cry out her confused pleasure before her belly was painted white on the inside, the tiger rasping low in his throat as he hauled back on her hips to pump and pump into that hot hole.

Someone grabbed at his arm, but a sudden snarl, thundering so low the floor seemed to shake with it, stilled all around the freshly joined pair. In this moment, Alan allowed himself an authentic smile, putting aside thoughts of the greater plan to savor this moment, paws sliding up and spreading over the husky's back as it bulged with tremors of thickening muscle. Her sphincter seized painfully tight a moment, his heart skipping a beat, but he rode it out, savoring the feel of her changing around him. Another rolling snarl, almost a roar, cleared a space around them, drunk teens to every side stumbling backward in uncertainty as her dress started to tear, her form hunching forward as she clasped at her head and groaned. Her panties strained and whipped free, and someone cried out, pointing between the husky's legs. The tiger chuckled throatily, wrapping his arms low around her hips as her bones creaked and her ass rose into the air, pulling him onto the very balls of his feet as he struggled to keep fucking that abominably tight tailhole. His paws found that massive dog dick surging to life between her legs, rapidly gaining inches even under his grasp. Her dress fell to tatters on the floor, and her bare back was broad, rippling with muscle as she straightened and loosed a roar of lust, giving his buried shaft a crushing squeeze that earned her another fat wad deep in her belly. He only barely had her aimed in time, ears ringing with her first primal cry of lust.

That's when the screaming began in earnest. The drunken delinquents before him turned to flee, though there was no apparent exit. A howl behind him confirmed that the front door was effectively blocked. They didn't even have time to despair before the hulking husky fired that fleshy cannon into their midst-- gallons of seed, steaming, seeming to raise a fog in the air as it buffeted the crowd in thick splatters, ropes, and colossal, roiling, sticky globs. A hollering jock was plastered in the face, and his underfed girlfriend was bowled over entirely by a drilling shot to the gut. They were soaked in seconds, clothing saturated, fur matted, coughing and spitting the musky cream from their mouths, scrubbing from their eyes as they fell to the floor, huddling in fear or just slipping on the puddling slime.

By the time the barrage tapered off, Alan's arms were sore just from clinging to the muscular beast as she bucked with need, and his palms were surely bruised from the violent pulsations of that shaft as it tried to leap from his grip and spray wildly in every direction. He dragged from that ass, now truly intimidating in size and heavy with muscle under that lush layer of fluff. Later, perhaps, but for now, he had work to do. The tiger discarded his clothes quickly now that the time for ruses was done, and grabbed his thrall by the handle to pull her round. Easily two dozen had been seeded, but the milling, screaming masses surrounded them, just begging for their own turn. At the front door, a roaring dragoness towered over the terrified club-goers trying to make an escape, busily shoving a ferret up and down her gleaming red rod like a toy with some extra floppy bits on the sides. None dared approach, and indeed, as she grew more absorbed in her pleasure, a loose circle of awed onlookers was beginning to form. Toward the back, much the same, a wolfess struggled to molest three people at once, greedily pulling them together and grinding on them, searching for holes.

As Alan surveyed his freshly-sprung trap, the towering husky over his shoulder turned her eyes on her master, this little tiger now barely half her size, simply holding her by her fat, drooling cock. She rumbled hungrily and seized at his arms, pulling him up off his feet to indulge in his behind-- and he whipped his head around, fangs bared as he gave a single, forbidding yowl, piercing the muggy air and the muddle of screams and stamping feet all around. The beast froze a moment, golden eyes growing dark and grayed, caught in the tiger's gleaming, furious gaze. Her paws came loose, and he stumbled onto his feet, straightening with a huff. The husky eyed him curiously now, a low, barely audible murr in her throat, and he stroked over her belly with one paw as he gathered up her throbbing shaft with the other. In the end, they all came to understand who led this pack.

The seeded were rising behind her, hulking and roaring with lust. Left on their own, they might have simply turned on each other and fallen into a messy orgy, but there was fresh meat scampering about all around them. They surged out, lunging after the tasty little morsels that were their former peers, a spreading mass of lusty flesh and claws. And where the club-goers fled, trying to put tables and any obstacles they could find between themselves and the creatures, Alan's husky was the artillery strike. He seized one massive bowling ball of a testicle in one paw and aimed her knotted, drooling rod with the other, and it barely took a couple firm squeezes to milk out a musky, searing volley of cream to rain down on the crying girls and their gibbering boys.

When he couldn't see any clumps of teenagers going unmolested, Alan dropped his weapon with a sigh, shaking out his aching paws as the husky slumped beside him, murbling thickly. So long as they came plenty, they were happy, but she'd probably want to be inside something soon even so. The tiger took a moment to draw a deep breath, and clear his mind. He was still shaking a little, he found. Weeks of planning and preparing. It was hard not to get anxious. How much faster would the national guard be this time? Were they already mobilizing? He couldn't make out anything on the TV over the bar about his little horde, but from this distance, and with the splatter of juices across the screen, it was hard to say... Humming slowly to himself, he plucked a phone out of a discarded purse before returning to his thrall, standing stupefied in place for the moment after his imprint of dominance. He glanced up at her, allowing himself a fond smile as he scritched down her belly with one paw and dialed with the other.

~~~

Scot Matheny was too exhausted to suffer. He was too worn down to be terrified, and much too beaten to resist the natural domination their pack leader seemed to exude. Scot had no idea how or why Alan had become some kind of natural Alpha, when all that Scot's immunity had granted him was the chance to be forcibly made the bitch of the horde night after night. He supposed it was because the tiger was just naturally resistant to the transformation, while the skunk was... artificially proofed. If he were back at the lab, he might have been able to make sense of it, but those days were far behind him, now.

The skunk pried his paw from the steering wheel and pulled out his phone, considering it again. If he just... called... anyone. A quick 911, and maybe, they could save him. He-- he could help them devise a cure, maybe, and they would forgive him his role in this disgusting... plague of flesh and lust. He had to keep his eyes on the highway, working the truck through traffic as quickly as he could, but just holding that phone gave him... hope. The truck hummed under his feet, the muffled wind surrounding him, and occasionally, through the wall behind him, he could hear a snort or a growl from the... creatures. They were all locked up. If he stopped somewhere, they couldn't attack him or anything... His fingers curled tight around the phone, quivering, as he allowed himself one more quiet moment of hope.

But... when he tried to flip the phone open, he-- he couldn't. He wasn't mindless, but like these filthy beasts, he had been... imprinted. Alan stood over him in his mind, the scent of his musk flaring in his nostrils when he thought of disobeying him-- as if the tiger were prowling right behind him that very moment, ready to tear out his throat if he even tried to disobey. He grit his teeth, eyes stinging as he shoved at the gas pedal, cutting off a minivan as he swerved to pass another truck.

The phone jerked and shrieked in his paw, and he nearly dropped it, crying out in dismay a moment. Ringing. It was him. Oh gods, it was him, did he-- did he know? Was he going to punish--? Scot mustn't keep him waiting. He cleared his throat and flipped the phone open. "H-hello?"

"Matheny." The tiger's voice was smooth, full, overbearing. Screams and snarls rose in the background, but Alan's voice rang inside his head clearly. "How far along are you?"

"Um--" the skunk glanced back through the small window behind him, peeking in the back to make sure. "Four left. Almost done."

Alan hummed slowly in answer, and a creature's low growl rumbled nearby on the other end. "Have you seen any trouble yet?"

Glancing around and checking his mirrors, the skunk bit at his lip. He'd seen a few helicopters, but nobody had tried to stop him yet. He was sure that there were plenty of police and such swarming where he'd dropped the first few by now, but it was hard to say how long it would take them to realize what exactly was happening. Hopefully, he could ditch the truck by then. "No... I've been moving on ahead of traffic, like you said to." He glanced over, and pressed the button on their jury-rigged controls. Chains rattled in the back, and an exultant roar sounded, followed by thumping running down the length of the truck. "Three, now."

"Good." The single word shouldn't have made Scot feel warm in his middle, and he tried to stamp the feeling out quickly. "When you're done, get rid of the truck and get a cab or something. I want you here."

"Yessir." Scot winced. 'Sir.' It had come out before he could even realize it.

The tiger simply chuckled, and closed the call.

~~~

Tossing the phone aside, Alan heaved a sigh, stroking slowly over the length of that thick dog dick. Everything was working so far. The creatures were effective enough on their own, of course-- they'd proven that when they took his hometown in a single night. But this was a big city, and the powers that be were starting to get the idea. A simple, chaotic outbreak might be contained. He'd have to change approaches altogether soon, he supposed. But for now, things were going well, and he was sure he had a long, interesting night ahead of him. For now... he leaned back a hint, letting the tip of that bulbous husky cock dig in against his tailhole, his tight ring spreading easily as he milked her juices out to coat his insides and paint his thighs. She snarled needily, great, clawed, monstrous paws hovering on either side of him, her desire obvious, yet held immovably by the force of his will. Perhaps it was time to... to...

Alan perked his ears. The high cries of terror and choked violation had faded from the chorus, replaced with an endless surge of guttural rumblings. He craned his head around, inspecting the club. Yes... it looked like they had used up all the prey. Now, locked up in this musky place, they turned on each other and orgied senselessly, jamming two-foot meatsticks into every hole they could find, falling into senseless, rutting piles snarling and choking on each other. Alan sighed. This was why they needed him, after all. They needed someone with at least a little vision, a little long-term thought, to really spread properly.

He huffed, easing off that hot hunk of dick and turning to shove the husky on her back, though she mostly fell on her own. "Stay," he growled, pointing at her. She actually produced what might have been a whimper, a strange, reluctant twist of her constant, needy snarls as she watched him walk away.

The front door had fallen shut, and a great pile of bodies contorted and heaved into itself in front of it. A shattering keen from the tiger jerked heads up, and he scattered the group with a few lashes of claws and a yowl or two. The confused, sloshing beasts stumbled away to either side, dripping great, thick globs on the floor from oozing holes and shafts caught in mid-orgasm, but he ignored them, marching through to throw the door open. There were only a handful of people on the street, but it would be enough. He grabbed a lumbering bear's arm and hauled him down, bending him at the middle to make him look through the doorway. The beast's eyes darted back and forth a moment, slowly interpreting this world in the fresh light of dusk, cool air rushing over his face. Finally, he seemed to register the important point: there were fresh things to fuck out there. He roared, cramming himself into the tiny doorway, half-buckling the frame before he was through. The others peeked through after him, and quickly moved to follow, some passing easily, others giving the wall a heavy thumping as they scrambled through the small portal. The cool air and the lusty cries gradually pulled the attention of the other creatures, and slowly, the masses, Alan's troops, began to turn away from each other and toward the promise of the night.

Soon, it was a great, surging wave of bodies, cramming through that tiny doorway as rapidly as possible, those in front shoved on through by the eager, horny masses behind. Alan stood aside until the majority had emptied out, leaving scattered clumps of stubborn creatures still rutting away desperately... and his dear husky. Alan smiled slowly as he returned to the creature, prone on the dance floor, cock towering over her curvy form. Not that there was anything special about her, really, but somehow... watching one of them go all the way from simpering, useless humanoid, through the trembling transformation to achieve, in instant euphoria, their delicious, perfect form... Somehow, watching them turn over to him, individually, fascinated him. He loved to partake in the ritual as closely as he could, when he had the chance. Maybe he was reminded of his first time, in a way. Or maybe, somehow, he was a little jealous...

Well. Someone had to bring enlightenment to the depressed, directionless masses. And he wasn't completely without his pleasures, he reflected with a lazy smirk as he moved to straddle the husky's broad hips, his back turned on those dark, glimmering eyes as he pressed down to nestle that twitching hot tip between his cheeks again. The first touch earned him a thick blat of juices, sending a shiver up his spine as he eased down, knees bowed. His hips rolled to square the very tip of that obscene bulk with his hole, and he let his eyes flutter shut as he pressed down, straining his own flesh steadily around the brunt of that delicious cock. The beast snarled, quivering with need as she was ever so slowly swallowed by her master, her knees rising as she propped, her entire body strained with readiness to rut into this tiny hole offering itself to her. But his low, simmering growls brooked no indulgence but his own, and he grabbed her knees to keep himself steady as he pleasured himself on her. The size... every time his body repaired itself, every time he indulged in their strange, powerful precum and stretched himself anew around these beasts, it was overwhelming and wonderful. It was his drug, if he were to be honest with himself. The feel of his flesh drawing taut in every inch, of his very bones subtly yielding to the throbbing pressure of this cockflesh. He didn't know how it worked, but it was his sweet indulgence, his most precious, self-destructive pleasure.

His mouth fell open, a cry dying on his lips, as the full, bulbous swell of the husky's head finally sank into his gut, his tailhole wringing slowly at that prodigious girth, and he allowed himself a glance down at the long, long stretch of flesh connecting his impaled ass now to her sheath and those two-ton balls. For a moment, he almost fell to a kind of vertigo, but he clutched at her legs, clawing in, and drawing a deep breath, he pushed down. Flesh seared slowly against flesh, and his own arousal stood drooling before him, giving thick, fervent twitches every time he managed another firm roll down to take her deeper. This tiger dick that had sown her very existence, bred her into the creature she was now, created this very tower of meat he scaled from nothing, now surged on the edge of climax without a touch, enjoying the constant, crushing massage of his prostate and his inner walls under the husky's burgeoning flesh. It was a wonderful circularity, and he knew that he would enjoy this turn of the wheel, the reaping, much more thoroughly than the abrupt sowing that had begun it. He swallowed, drew another deep breath, and let go of the beast's legs.

Flesh surged, barely smoothed with copious, endless spurts of pre, spearing up into his belly, shoving the air from his throat in a distorted groan as he let his legs give out at last, his weight bearing down on that wonderful pillar to carry him to the bottom, to the very depths of his hedonism. The subtle shape of her head surged in his belly, and he leaned back, growling throatily as inch after inch disappeared into his straining ass until, his balance lost altogether, he plummeted backward-- crashing atop the husky, head burying between her breasts such that dual horizons rose to his left and right to swallow nearly the entire sky-- or, such sky as the wandering, flickering lights of the club's ceiling provided. She rumbled hungrily against his back, the very sound pushing through him, massaging him to his very bones. His arms rose sluggishly to wrap around the undersides of those mountains that were her glorious, overflowing tits, and he braced against them as he worked himself down, hips rolling languorously, consuming her very last few inches. Finally, the rude, absurd swell of her knot jammed up tight against his ass, pushing his sloppy cheeks wide and curved around the swell of it, and he ground down on her with a low rattle of a sigh, watching his body contort around this vicious, alien presence. His belly bore a broad ridge from navel to sternum, an oblong swell that subtly jerked and surged briefly larger with her throbs and pulses of fresh juices.

And above that swell, his own endowment glowed deep red, nearly purple, spurting pre to fountain up and splatter down over itself as it pulsated fitfully. He couldn't hold on much longer, his balls were already starting to churn, half-pumping before he just barely seized down internally. His fur was bristling, the hide underneath tingling painfully as his body protested and exulted at once. Just... one more thing... He raised a shaky paw to one of those oversized, knobby masses of claws and muscle that was the husky's paw, looming over his dwarfed form, desperate with desire yet held back, just barely, by obedience. He took hold of that great hand and drew it down, the dogbeast's arm following obediently. He laid the paw on his hip, firmly curling her fingers over the subtle ridge of bone, and he leaned up, tilting his head to just barely glimpse the dog's dark, glimmering eyes through the narrow valley of her cleavage. A low growl, almost a coo, rattled flirtatiously in his throat.

The hungry gold of the beast flared suddenly in those eyes, battling with the darkness of dull obedience before the slap of another heavy hand to his other hip brought his gaze down. For the space of a breath, the creature simply seized hold of him, giving a single, urgent throb against his guts, awaiting her punishment for daring. He gave no protest or admonition. His body leaped into the air, a foot and change of flesh dragging violently out of him, and he barely registered loss and weightlessness before his ass rammed down on that knot under the crushing force of two steel sets of claws, the familiar sound of his bones creaking already tickling up his spine as she shoved him up and down again, his legs flopping helplessly up and down as his hips were rammed down atop that knot, surely the size of a basketball and surging wider with arousal. His mind was a whirlwind of shreds as his body jerked up and down, used as suddenly and thoroughly as only one of his flock could.

The signal was sent through his contorting body, past the obscene bulge punching up in his belly toward his balls, that yes, he could cum, and it arrived a fraction of an instant too late. The insurmountable bulk of the husky's knot had not squeezed inside him. It had torn a path through all resistance to bury in his gut, and in the process, it happened to rape a happy little button in passing. This button had its own signal, an imperative greater than any his mind could send, and Alan came in that instant, his balls seizing in between his legs before they could even tap to the massive pair snuggling in underneath them, his body emptying its seed into the air in a grand, wide-spread geyser of stringy blasts as his body fell limp, the sheer impact on his nervous system wiping away the tiger's mind, leaving only that cozy, crackling void within him, soaking in the fury of the beasts, ensconced in their fire and warmed to the bottom of his charred soul.

~~~

Scot had been forced to walk the last half a mile or so. The cab driver had started screaming something and tried to make a U-turn when they'd turned the corner to come upon the head of the storm, but the skunk had managed to convince him to let him out before the idiot had gone speeding off only to crash into another car. The beasts expanded in a rough wave from their point of origin, chasing anything that ran. They would move in a stagger, the forerunners seizing something juicy to rape and falling to the ground with it while others went on ahead, or turned to hunt in the buildings to either side. They would slow in heavily populated areas, that portion of the expanding circle lagging behind-- but a few minutes later, their numbers doubled or tripled, they'd surge on again in search of fresh meat, none of them patient enough to lie still and get fucked when there was the scent of uncorrupted meat all around them.

When they came upon him, he didn't run. He stood, slouched, allowing his utter weariness and despair to come out in his posture. This brought pause to the alligator that bounded upon him, and though it still seized him up, when it caught scent of him, it slowly set him down again. Scot closed his eyes, letting a shaky breath go. It was humiliating, scrubbing Alan's secretions into his fur every time he washed, but it was the only way to pass among them without being buried under humping bodies. He was a marked bitch, and only the Alpha could lend him out. He had to pass four more similar inspections before he finally managed to get through the wave of creatures, and he was left sore-- one of them hadn't been quite so patient as to even smell him before starting to make use of him. But he was still alive, and he could still walk, if in a wincing hobble, so he had to go on.

The club hadn't looked all that nice from the outside before, but it looked like it was barely standing now. The doorway was halfway broken, one side caving outward, and in front of it, cars were shredded, signs flattened, the low fence was a smear of metal wreckage, and he thought he saw a bit of the door itself across the street. One could draw dozens of lines streaking toward that narrow portal, as if it had unleashed a raw, explosive force. It was a miracle there were still street lamps to see by, the sky was barely purple with the last glow of sunset. Inside, erratic lights painted a horror movie's flashes of sudden recognition across the debris, furniture and the occasional trampled body, and the last few clumps of beasts humping away at each other, too engrossed in their lusts and buried too deeply in the musk of this enclosed place to have realized there had been other prey to chase. A particularly large pile of snarling, rolling bodies drew him at first. He knew why his master had summoned him.

He hardly thought it was the right move strategically, but Scot supposed that if the man really did screw up, at least this would finally be over, so he didn't press the issue much. He knew of Alan's strange, almost religious fetishes by now, and Alan's one concession to the realities of the situation was to have Scot snap him out of it, after he'd had his fun. He sighed, approaching the pulsating mass of upturned, pumping asses and bowing backs, but a glance around spared him the trouble halfway.

Skewered on a meaty spear, dead to the world, here lay his master, spread roughly over the belly of a slowly panting dog creature. Her eyes flickered up at his approach, and she growled slowly, a subtle, swelling pulse of the tiger's fat, cum-stuffed belly promising that she'd still have plenty for him, if she wasn't knotted on this thin pasting of meat that she also called her master. The fresh excess of dogspunk soon drained out of the tiger to trickle down and around her reclining orbs, and Alan gurgled faintly.

The skunk cleared his throat, already feeling a little dizzy from the thick musk that still clouded the mostly-abandoned club. "Ah... Alan?" He was careful not to call him by any title again. Scot might have been his bitch, but he wasn't going to acknowledge it out loud if he could help it. There was no response from the man-thing. "Alan. You're--" his voice cracked, his throat awfully dry. "I'm back, Alan. We should probably get moving soon."

There was no sign the tiger had heard him, and Scot swallowed, wondering if he'd be able to touch the tiger without the beast underneath trying to destroy him in some way or another, when finally, a shiver ran through that striped, orange body. Another moment, and Alan started to cough, and choke, and push himself upright, grabbing at the firm dogteat he'd been using for a very awkward pillow as he struggled for proper air. A long, awkward, hacking moment passed, the tiger sloshing subtly as he pushed forward to let the point of that monstrous cock disappear back into his swollen gut. When the tiger finally managed to mumble something, Scot reported on what progress he knew about, and after glancing around, the tiger told him to go break up the remaining knots of beasts, although in more of an unintelligible slur and a few pointing gestures than in so many words.

Sighing softly to himself, Scot turned to obey, leaving the tiger to compose himself. Hopefully. He could just manage to dissuade the interlocked pairs and trios here and there by pushing at them, getting them angry, then letting them smell out his identity before they could tear him apart or get inside him. They were left confused, but slowly gravitating to Alan as Scot moved on. He left the largest pile, that great, surging mass for last. What had clumped them all up like this? Usually they were happy enough in small groups...

He started hauling at the creatures, peeling them away one at a time, though they snarled and threatened him with claws and dicks constantly as he dug through them. Prying a muscled arm up, he finally caught glimpse-- and jumped, mouth working a moment. Straightening, he called over his shoulder, "Ma--" dammit, "Alan!" He glanced around nervously at the creatures looming around him, seeming tempted to fall in around him again anyway. "You better come see this!"

When Alan arrived, it was not on his own feet. He reclined still against the husky's chest, riding in her lap as she shuffled about, occasionally pulsing to push his belly a little fuller, though it looked like he had at least emptied it somewhat. He smiled lazily, arms draped over the husky's wrists as she held him in place. How he'd managed to convince the creature to do something so preposterous, Scot didn't know, but he barely paused to think on it. Alan dispersed the crowd much more easily with a few well-placed snarls, and slowly, like so many curtains pulling aside, the mound of bodies peeled away to reveal the very core.

Slathered across the broad, masculine chest of a cougar was the bloated, bruised body of a mouse-- not a monstrous mouse, which was always a peculiar sight, but a normal-sized mousegirl with a great, domed belly, a knotted wolfbeast straightening over her with a panting grin as she pumped still more into that straining gut. The wolfess and the cougar were stirring reluctantly, hesitant to abandon their juicy prey-- no doubt this mouse was like a priceless treasure to them. It was the eternal dilemma of these monsters that they loved to fuck normal people more than anything, but they came pretty much constantly, and even a little of their juices transformed a person into... more monster. Alan's interests were often indulged to even his limit, and Scot himself was only alive because Alan still saw use enough in him to pull him out after a few hours of indulging his pets. So what did that make this mouse girl, then? ...Another Alan?

He shivered, glancing up at the tiger, who was already chuckling darkly. "Well, now. Finally." He cleared his throat, giving one of the husky's breasts a pinch that somehow prompted her to turn. "Collect her and get a car, Matheny. We're bringing her along. It's about damn time I got a proper general..."

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Somewhere in the darkness, Laura's consciousness barely stirred, realizing that, after an eternity of snarls and slapping flesh and violation beating down on her, wearing her down to nothing and going right on through her, surely destroying her, she was... not exactly dead. And the constant clamor of fury and lust had faded to silence. She thought she even felt a whisper of fresh, cool air, somewhere on her battered hide, far, far away. It was difficult to believe that she might actually be alive. She remained quite skeptical, even as the faint whistle of wind passed through her, her lungs mechanically managing to draw a little air. Her mouth was empty. Another strange sensation, and one she greeted with... an even stranger mixture of emotions. Something inside her... yearned.

A fresh surge of pressure sloshed and gurgled in her belly, sending a ripple of pleasure through her, alien and irresistible. She wasn't completely numb, then. A-and... something just... came in her again... Thoughts and memories swirled around her even as she struggled a moment with how... good that had felt. Not just something. Her friend, the wolfess, had cum in her. Again. She'd watched in horror as the canine she'd once favored with a tiny, lesbian crush, years back, had abruptly and horrifically transformed-- and promptly tried to rape everything within arm's reach. And all the others had transformed quickly under her fury and cravings. But not Laura. For some reason, as the others changed one by one, Laura found herself with fewer fellow victims and more attackers, until it was only her, surrounded and buried, used and used-- and by her friend, first and foremost, forever. Her eyes were already sodden and reddened with tears as fresh threatened to break, even as she found herself weakly squeezing down around the base of this... thing... knotted up inside her, this thing attached to the monster that wore her friend's face, and smelled like her, and-- almost seemed to recognize her. Enough to want her more than any other.

Laura wanted to stomp on the warm, cooing feeling that rose in her gut. Her friend was gone, and this thing was just-- using her, obsessively and relentlessly and why was she feeling even better about it! She sobbed out finally, her weak, rubbery legs coiling just a hint around the broad hips of that creature that was violating her. Her muddled thoughts ran in both directions, grating on each other in confusion. Heavy, seething desire coursed through her, demanding still more of what had nearly torn her limb from limb, growing stronger with every second. Only pure, animal panic-- the very realization that she was losing herself somehow, that she couldn't-- quite-- care-- it was all that held up against the lust now, the shrieking silence of her soul begging for sanity, for another chance, for rescue from this corruption that soaked in from all sides. She was in hell, and she didn't want to become the demon! She would lie tortured at the hands of her friend if that was her fate, but at least allow herself her mind! She had to... words crumpled into senseless panic, a kind of gurgling keen in the back of her mind, stretching into a soft whine in her throat. A slow drag of breath, and she realized, in a moment of vague confusion, that she... didn't really have anything to be scared about?

She had two nice, hot dicks buried in her, after all. Her legs sluggishly slid up, wrapping tight around the broad hips of her dear fucktoy and grinding her in a little deeper. Now, if she could just find where that nice throat-stretcher a moment ago had gone to... she blinked at the world, unable to see through the seed coating her face, but opened her mouth expectantly, cooing softly.

"Oh, yes... she's another one, alright." A voice sighed somewhere nearby, the idea of language taking a moment to come apart in her mind again. "How am I supposed to 'collect' her like this?" The mysterious creature grumbled, drawing closer to cut off her attempts at finding something to mate with her face, warding off the grumbling creatures surrounding them. She growled slowly, promptly deciding to have this pest killed at her earliest convenience. Just as soon as she was full. She still felt... so... empty...