Flexible Infection - Bunking Conditions
#13 of Flexible Infection
The class rose and began to disperse into the hallway. Chris set down Sam and moved to join the crowd when he collided with someone else.
The victim was a female mall rat. She smiled and her nose twitched before she paused, "Oh hey woah, get out!" she said, reaching for Chris' hands, "I found you!"
Carl leaned over Chris' shoulder, "Friend of yours?" he asked with a grin, ears twitching.
Chris was a bit confused a moment, then realization dawned, "From the mall, you were the one out."
The rat moved to embrace Chris, but was blocked by an annoyed looking Samantha.
"Hold up there toots. This guy's mine. Go find one of your own."
Chris crouched down and took one of the small catgirl's ears and pulled lightly, turning Samantha around. He reached and put a hand on her chest, lightly rubbing.
"Be a good girl, or you get none tonight. She is my friend and you won't get in the way of my friends," he stated firmly, giving one of her nipples a light pull. The attentions seemed to be effective in pacifying Samantha, who began to purr and look content.
The rat girl was looking at Carl now, "Wow you're handsome," she breathed out, blushing in her big round ears.
Carl returned the blush, the tips of his ears going red along with his nose, "Uh, thanks..." he wasn't quite sure how to handle a compliment like that from a girl. He was used to being a she, but his equipment found the rat pleasing to the eyes and he found himself firming in his clothing.
Chris rose to his feet and reached for the rat, drawing her for the hug that was delayed. The two embraced warmly for several long moments before the rat drew back and smiled.
"The rest of my group is still at that mall. They didn't want to be saved." She shrugged her shoulders lightly, "I was the odd one out, so I went. Nothing to lose I felt... And I found you again, but you have someone now."
"Nothing stopping us from being friends," said Chris, "We could all use some good friends right now."
The group moved as one along the aisle towards the exit. Chris was holding Samantha, with the rat girl behind, and Carl behind her.
Carl leaned forward, asking quietly, "What's your name?"
The rat blinked, then squinted, "Oh wow, major mind trip. It feels like I haven't used a name in forever. I don't remember it."
Carl wasn't sure why he said it, but he found the words emerging, "You can have my old name. Cindy. It suits a pretty girl like you."
The rat blushed and nodded, accepting the name.
In the hallway, two lines were formed. At the head of one line, a sign proclaimed 'Destruction and pacification specialization', and in the other, 'Survival and Team Protection specialization'. Odd capitalization aside, the group knew which one each wanted to go with. Carl and Samantha joined the destruction line while Cindy and Chris were soon to be found on the survival side.
Cindy leaned forward, placing her hands on Chris' hips.
"I won't get another chance with your little lady friend around, so..." she whispered to him.
He turned around and the two met in a kiss, rat lips to lion. It was warm, but all too short. They faced forward for the rest of the wait, and soon had their names on the list. The group gathered back together at the barracks.
As it turns, the building was not originally constructed with refugees in mind. Everyone was divided into large rooms with double bunks in long rows. Those familiar with each other were encouraged to bunk close to one another, so it was not hard for Cindy to obtain a bunk with the rest.
"Top Bunk!" she proclaimed, hopping up dexterously to the higher bunk and peeking over the side at those below.
"I'll sleep with Chris," proclaimed Samantha, giving Cindy a brief glare before she leaned up against the chimera.
Chris coughed lightly at this, but did not argue. Carl patted the spot under Cindy, "I'll be below Cindy then. You two can claim up and down on the one next over. Not up to us if you use both or just one." The rabbit settled down onto the soft surface and looked up at the rat looking back down at him, flashing a smile.
The social habits of Mall Rats were as simple as they were predictable. Being, again, the female out, Cindy peeked over the side that night, gazing at the one who gave her a name. When she was sure everyone was asleep, she slipped down and carefully slipped under the blanket the rabbit was using.
Carl was quite surprised when he woke up to find arms around himself, but did not have the heart to tell Cindy to not do it again with any amount of feeling. It became a habit, and soon the two were just sleeping together and hanging out together when not training. They did not get any closer than bedding, however.
The one time Cindy broached the idea in the midst of the night, Carl got very quiet. The rabbit rolled over on top of the rat and they gazed into one another's eyes.
"I'm sorry," said Carl, "I have someone already. I have to save them, but I can't abandon them yet for someone else."
They kissed, and hugged, and soon fell asleep.
Cindy did not ask again.
Chris and Samantha's situation was far different. The bond they shared, primarily one way or not, brought them together easily. As he pushed deep into the warm wet canal of the catgirl, he sighed. His hands wandered over her large round breasts as he pushed deeper into her, rocking steadily. Every night they would come together, finding pleasure in one another's bodies.
Chris' hoofed feet clanked lightly against the bedposts as he pushed to the hilt in the trembling body of Samantha as he groaned, filling her with his seed. As they collapsed together, her lips found his breasts, and began suckling quietly and drawing out milk from rubber breasts.
He gave a soft sound and curled around her a bit, "That never ceases to amaze me. I'm made of rubber there you know, but you get milk."
The cat drew away, licking her lips, "I gave you milk. Anyone could get milk now." She leans back in to resume her eager suckling, biting roughly at the sensitive latex flesh and to tug at it as she filled her belly with the rich cream.
They coupled every night, sometimes two or three times if they had the energy after the vigorous training they were going through. Chris began to notice Samantha's growing belly. It grew rapidly over the course of a month, soon making her look gravid.
As he pumped his rodent cock into the wet gripping hold of her body, his hands were rubbing along the furry round dome of her belly.
"I don't mean to alarm, man, but I'm pretty sure you're either massively overeating, or pregnant."
Her pace did not slow, rocking eagerly back against Chris with each thrust, grinding together a moment before parting and slapping shut again, her eyes closed as she purred.
"Doesn't that bother you?" asked Chris.
She looked over her shoulders with a frown, "Why would it bother me?" asked the lioness as she pulled forward, drawing the shaft almost completely from her snug canal, "My body's been screaming to get knocked up higher than a kite since we ran into each other."
Chris flopped back, sitting down on the bed in the darkness and popping his shaft out of the eager small female. She crawled over and nestled into his lap. She put one paw on his balls, and began to consume his shaft, wrapping her wet warm snout around it and sinking to the base as she nursed the inhuman member with gusto.
Though the feeling of her rough wet tongue was splendid against his rat cock, Chris' mind was distracted with the thought of his partner swelling with child. He reached to pet along her head and back slowly, petting from head do the base of her tail.
"Tomorrow, we visit the medic, and make sure you're alright, ok?"
The feline just nodded around her full mouth, continuing to suck on the cock until it gave her what she wanted, twice, before they could finally go to sleep.
Last chapter for now guys, sorry. I've given all I can give for free in my hectic life. Other projects are a calling for my attention, but it's been great oodles of fun. Perhaps I will be commissioned to continue this series, or other interesting stories or just have time to write up more of this on my own, but for now I am off.
PS: I'm making an online game based in this setting, keep an ear open.