Flexible Infection - Goodbye
#9 of Flexible Infection
Chris just ran. He fled from the two, ducking between two buildings into a narrow alleyway. His horse like feet made light clops against the hard ground that sounded like bombs going off to his larger sensitive ears. His long tail whipped about and his bag of food jostled dangerously as he barreled across the campus.
He didn't stop until he arrived at the library. It was finals time, and it was open twenty-four-seven as a result. He ducked into the lit building and looked around for people. A scream met his round ears as a group of students and faculty spotted him entering and brandished all manner of makeshift weapons in his direction.
Yardsticks, books of proper tossing size and an assortment of pipes and other metal objects were levied at him. Chris threw up his latex clad hands, "I'm not one of them!" he spoke quickly, realizing his voice sounded funny coming from a lion's throat.
"Be that as it may," spoke a teacher in their late 50s, "I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave. Peacefully preferred."
The tension grew a moment before Chris slowly backed away from the angry, frightened mob. Even as the door settled shut, he could hear them cheering his departure and congratulating one another on their success. They should have come here first. Bomb shelter for an invasion? Chris felt stupid, defeated. He wandered away from the library, down a path into a lightly forested area.
He could feel the latex smoothly running over his chest and grunted at the odd sensation of it. His chest pushed forward into two large breasts, distorting the shirt he wore as he gained a stripe as a skunk would have, at least along his upper body. He tore off his shirt, largely in disgust, and tossed it aside. What use did a freak like him have for such things anyway?
"Sister," came a small voice, from a small cat. She walked up to Chris and looked up at him with her hands behind her back. She looked innocent, with a light smile. Chris gazed back at the creature a moment before reaching to pull it up into his lap.
The small cat began to purr and rub up against his front happily, hugging to him. He didn't feel any changes coming over him, so he leaned back, and pet the little cat girl, "Do you have a name?" he asked.
The female looked up at him questioningly a moment before she looked down, reaching to put a small paw on his still clothed crotch, rubbing him most pointedly.
Without his opinion on the matter, Chris began to feel aroused and became hard under the small lioness. He sighed and scratched behind her ear, "Is that all you things want? Sex sex sex? Well, the ones that aren't trying to fill you with arrows anyway." he asked, knowing no response would come.
The feline leaned up and captured a rubbery teat, chewing it eagerly. Chris stiffened, then gasped as pleasure exploded outwards from his new breasts. He could feel fluid leaking from his body and soon he was feeding the cat. The cat purred in bliss, leaning in as close as she could and nursing faster and faster.
The latex covered skunk breasts began to swell with the drinking. The small cat's infection interacting with the skunks and causing them to grow quickly, gaining several cups, starting at slender Bs and slowly inching forward until they were large Ds, hanging heavily from Chris' chest. She supported one breast as she drained the other, chewing at the now engorged, thumb sized nipple.
Chris began to lean back. The lioness' mouth felt good, and he wasn't changing much. After all the trouble he went through to get the food for his friends, who are probably dead. He just wanted to sit there and do nothing. Being a wet nurse for an oversexed little cat seemed a fine idea.
The cat suddenly went rigid before falling against him. Chris was confused, jerking to consciousness. She had a large feathered dart sticking out of her buttocks. A tranquilizer? He pushed the female off of himself and scrambled behind the rock he was seated on a moment ago.
He couldn't see them, but he could hear them with his new ears. Men with heavy boots were moving around quickly, surrounding the chimera. He looked left, and right, straining to get a peek at his assailants.
"I don't want any trouble," growled out a weary Chris.
A man in full riot gear and glowing night vision goggled stepped forward from the darkness. "Neither do we. Put your hands in the air and lay down on the ground." The man was armed with an assault rifle and had it leveled at Chris.
Chris considered his options. Fight and be shot, possibly with something worst than a tranq, or trust these men to be of some benign intent. He wasn't sure how it could be worse than where he was now. He extended his black-coated hands in the air slowly, then laid out across the rock he was using for cover.
"Do you know what's going on?" asked Chris.
"You will be briefed shortly," promised the man before the sound of an air dart. Chris got a chance to grit his teeth at the pinch of the dart before he slid into peaceful unconsciousness.
Cindy sat up sharply with a gasp. She was in an infirmary of some kind. Rows of clean looking beds, most occupied with strange looking people, or what used to be people. Moving around the room with purpose were nurses and doctors. Some of them were human, about a third, the rest all had some mutation.
The nurse approaching her was mostly human, with light skin, brown hair, grey eyes and an otter's paw for a right hand. She was wielding a clipboard and shuffled up alongside of Cindy.
"Subject 430-F2 has regained consciousness," she announces to no one, making a note. She looked down at Cindy, "Good Morning. Welcome to the end of the world. Don't give me that look." She rolled a pen idly in the air with her brown furred paw, "The topside has turned to hell and we need every able bodied person to help. That includes you, Mr. Long ears. Can we count you in?"
Cindy stared dumbly at the nurse a moment before she managed a blink. "That's miss Long Ears to you. Where's Mike, and what are you talking about?"
The nurse reached for the blanket on Cindy and drew it away. As it fluttered in the air, she snapped it towards herself and had it folded in a moment. With her free hand she gestured at Cindy, "Look like a Mister to me. Who's Mike?"
Body revealed, Cindy did appear male. Without moving her large rabbit organs aside, there was no way to even know that she... he... was in any way female. He looked down at himself a quiet moment before looking back to the nurse, "Well, OK. You can have that point. I don't care. Where is Mike? My boy, I mean, Girlfriend. She was with me when the explosion happened."
The nurse tossed the bedding onto the corner, next to Cindy's feet, then began to tap at her clipboard with her pen as she flipped through the pages. "Let's see here. You were picked up with another specimen. Tests show negative for mental cohesion." She looked up over the clipboard to Cindy. "I'm sorry to say this, but your friend didn't make it. She's proven negative for hostility and is being kept safe here in the facility, pending a cure."
"Didn't make it? You just said He," He paused, frowned, and continued, "She, was in the facility, here. I want to see her now!"
"Well, your inoculations are in order. There's no rule against it. Put on this."
The nurse gave a basic hospital gown to Cindy. It was bare in the back, but Cindy found she didn't mind that much with fur, and it allowed her tail to wag freely. As she slid off the bed, she considered things. Her mind was much clearer than the last moments spent in the shelter. Though she was still a rabbit, she was still Cindy... and also a he. This would take some getting used to.
They departed the medical bay via elevator. Cindy could feel it rising slowly. He looked at the nurse and twitched an ear lightly without thinking about it, "So... Miss?"
"Missen. Nurse Missen. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm getting used to it. You're not the first one to be brought in. You should count yourself lucky. Full mental reco.."
"What do you mean lucky? I'm a rabbit! And you said there's something wrong with my.. friend?"
"Yes. She's gone. You'll see when we get there. There's no other way to properly explain."
Awkward silence grew between the two before a soft electronic ding announced the arrival of the elevator at floor S8. The doors slid open quietly, and the nurse stepped out into the bright white hallway. This section of the facility seemed almost painfully clean and sterile.
"This is where we keep those that are not hostile, but are gone," explained the nurse.
Cindy was starting to chew her lip, getting ideas, bad ideas.
The nurse stopped at a door and checked the number over it before swiping a card through a slot beside it. The door opened with a pssh and revealed a simple interior of the same dazzling white. There were some pillows strewn about, mercifully colored in various shades. A television sat, off, in the corner. There were drawing pads and a phone hanging on the wall.
There was also Mike. He was laying on a cot, or she, rather. Her large pink shaft had gone away, allowing her puffy female nethers to lay exposed. Between her trembling thighs was a large pile of chocolate eggs. She looked up at the ceiling blankly when the door first opened, but looked towards the two as they came in.
She grabbed a handful of eggs and rushed up to the Nurse and Cindy, holding them out in offer, almost stuffing them into their mouths. The nurse just stood still, ignoring Mike as she pressed an egg to her lips. Cindy was wide eyed, and reached to put his hands on Mike's shoulders.
"Mike! Snap out of it!"
Mike blinked once, starting to squint a little as if in thought, but the thought passed, and she offered the egg again, rubbing it against Cindy's lips in an inarticulate offer of the chocolate.
"After the infection reaches the brain," speaks the nurse, "Time is limited before we can stabilize the carrier, or they become lost. As you can see, her mental capacity is extremely limited and focused on the spread of her infection."
Cindy shook his head, and shook Mike, hoping to rouse her from her stupor, "My head was a rabbit long before his was!" he protested, "Why is he like this and I'm not?"
The nurse raised her shoulders, "Understanding of the virus involved is limited. It's partially genetic resistance, partially the mental constitution of the infected, and a great big dash of luck. I'll leave you alone." she stepped back and the door closed, leaving Cindy with Mike.
Mike squirmed away from the shaking, looking confused before she flashed her bucked rabbit teeth and set her eggs aside. She reached for Cindy's large genitals and began rubbing him slowly from the base of the furry tube to the top as she purred and moved against him.
Cindy was aghast, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently pushing back, "No, bad Mike, bad. I don't want to fuck you. I want _you_. Come on, don't leave me alone with this," he protested.
The rabbit did not seem to understand, just confused that the male would not reciprocate her offer of mating. Cindy felt his eyes begin to fill, tears falling through white fur as he turned away from what was once her lover. He stepped towards the door and it opened for her. Emerging into the hallway, she looked to the nurse.
"You said I could save the world?"
Hey guys, Nuku here. Sorry for the breakup in the dailies. I posted this the night before around 9sh I think and I guess the reviewers weren't around to get it up before the next day came. And then it was pegged for editting, oops.