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Consume and Cum

Summerview College lived up to its name. In the middle of summer, temperatures were high enough that the average fur could step out into the sun and burst into flames like a vampire. The radio jockeys made the same joke every morning about cooking eggs on the asphalt before warning about making sure to wear the proper protection against the sun's harmful UV rays, and for thick furred species to remain hydrated to prevent overheating and dehydration.

It was especially bad in Computer Lab 4 on Level 5 of the Delores Technology Building. Air conditioning should've been a standard for a room with at least forty different computers but after 5:30 PM every Friday night, with no night classes on and students expected to have gone home, the air conditioning switched off. And with all the PCs running at full steam, that usually meant that the temperatures rose very quickly.

"Ha! Totally pwnd you!" The deep red coyote pumped a fist into the air.

"Oh come on!" shouted the russet red wolf on the console opposite to him. "That's just cheap!"

"No. This is!" Both men let out a different noises, the coyote letting out a loud bark of joy while the wolf groaned loudly. "D-D-D-Double kill!"

"Guys!" came a shout from the other side of the room. A blonde Palomino poked his long head from behind one of the consoles, his small, square classes sitting on the bridge of his muzzle. "I'm trying to work here!"

Ross the coyote peered over his computer. "Come on Zack, drop the nerd stuff. Join us for a game! I bet Aiden would_love_ the help! I'm wiping the floor with his ass!"

The wolf grumbled loudly. "I told you, I suck at FPSs. I'm better at RTS games." He peered up at the coyote with his soft, golden brown eyes. "Can't we play DOTA instead or something?"

"Naw, too long. We only got an hour or two before the meteor shower!" Ross leaned back in his chair, crossing his slim arms behind his head, icy blue eyes shining with pride. "What d'ya say Zack? I bet if the two of you teamed up you could totally get a kill on me. Once."

The equine shook his head sourly. "Look, I've got this program I need to get ready for submission."

"In three weeks," Aiden added. He turned in his chair, using one arm to rest on the back of the chair as he regarded his friend from across the room. "And it's not that hard! Ross and I already finished the project!"

"All you did was fulfil the minimum requirements," Zack said, ducking his head back behind the computer. "What if you got any of your code wrong? Did you thoroughly test your programs? The lecturers wouldn't put the extra credit stuff on there if they weren't anticipating some 'traps' in the requirements that people will fall into."

Aiden exchanged glances with Ross and hiked a thumb over his shoulder as if saying, 'Can you believe this guy?' He shook his head and turned back to the console proclaiming another round. Before they could start, however, the door to the lab opened, letting in a nice breeze from the outside hallway. But the figures occupying the door were far from nice.

The two brutes were none other than Harris and Sheldon, two sources of torment for the three friends. One would think that any sort of bullying would be left behind in high school but these two jocks on hockey scholarships didn't seem to outgrow that stereotype. The fact that they took the same basic programming class as the three friends caused the two parties to clash on occasion. It didn't help that Zack often antagonised them.

"Hey nerds!" shouted Harris, a big brown bear with pectorals bigger than his head. He also had a slight belly that many would define as a 'roid gut'. Being a fur with such a thick coat, he often went around shirtless and it was clear that while his abdominals were defined, his belly was still quite large; matching the protrusions of his pectorals at the least.

"Whatcha doin'?" taunted Sheldon in his thick, southern drawl. As a rhino, he was built similar to Harris but was far leaner. He had so many veins popping against his greyish skin that it was like he was inviting vampires to suck on his blood. "Aintcha gunna go see 'em meteor shower tha' all ya geeks an' dweebs are freakin' over?"

Aiden exchanged glances once more with Ross but before he could open his muzzle to utter a work, Zack had already lifted his head and was visibly cleaning his ear with a finger.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't quite catch what you said after you mauled the English language with what somehow passes for of communication between you and your kind."

The two canines winced, their ears flattening against this heads.

"Whut wus tha?" grunted Sheldon, taking a step into the computer room.

Ross was immediately on his feet and blocking the two, his paws lifted both as a means to stop the rhino from rampaging and to surrender. "His mind is still on the project and he's been here for hours. He's just a little agitated right now."

"No I'm -" Whatever Zack was going to say was interrupted by Aiden who had navigated through the sea of tables and computers to hover behind him.

"Hey Zack," said the wolf, "You've got a syntax error here."

The equine's eyes widened and he leaned towards his console, nose practically touching the screen. "What? Impossible. I don't see it."

"Yeah, it's right here where it says 'shutthehellupyoustupidass'."

Zack shot him a foul stare which Aiden returned with a fiery glare.

"So you're not going to the meteor shower then?" Harris grunted.

"We're planning on it," Ross admitted with a pleasant smile. He was about as tall as the two guys but much slimmer - perhaps about a few inches shorter. That allowed him to at least look at the two in the eye as he tried to avert a conflict. "But provided if we can get Mega Nerd over there off the computer! I mean the project isn't even due for three weeks, right?"

"Yeah," snickered Sheldon. "Totally a Mega Nerd." He turned around and clapped Harris' chest. "Come on, Har. Let's ditch these dweebs."

Harris only let out a loud grunt and headed out, shutting the door behind him as he went. Ross sighed and collapsed into the nearest chair. He wiped his brow with the back of his paw both from the heat caused by the lack of air conditioning and the fear that had gripped his heart just a moment later. He then wheeled himself across the room to where Zack sat. He gave the horse a smack behind his head.

"Hey! What was that for?" Zack demanded.

"For nearly getting us killed!" Ross growled, baring his fangs. "What have I told you about antagonising those two? You can't cure cancer or raise your robot army to take over the world if you're dead now."

"Don't be preposterous." Zack adjusted the glasses on his face and turned back towards his screen. "I would never take over the world with a robot army. I would instead use genetically engineered super mutants. Any _engineer_weld metal together and slap some guns on it. It takes a true genius to modify the genes of a living creature to make it unstoppable." He squinted at the screen. "Now where is that line that contains 'shutthehellupyoustupidass'?"

Aiden sighed heavily and regarded Ross. "Can I lobotomise him? Please? He'd be helping me get a good grade."

Ross gave his fellow canine a puzzled look. "You're not a medical major. You're taking construction and architecture."

Such courses built Aiden to be the stockiest of the group, though he was also the shortest at about 5'10. Though nowhere near as built as either Harris or Sheldon, out of the three he was probably the most muscular. He tried to drag Zack and Ross to the gym once. Ross accompanied him every second day but Zack refused after the first attempt as it 'sapped precious blood from the most important part of his body, his brain'.

"I never said I'd lobotomise with any medical equipment," Aiden answered with a shrug. "I mean, if I write a paper on the dangers of power tools and have a live example, I'm sure to get a good grade. Well... maybe not live..."

They suddenly heard a loud whump from the door and a series of deep chortles. Alarmed, Aiden was the first to head towards the door and try to pry it open. He managed to twist the knob and give the door a push but was shocked when the door didn't open more than an inch.

"The hell!?" He quickly scrambled towards the windows and peered outside. "Son of a bitch!"

"What?" Ross asked, getting to his feet.

"Those bastards just dumped a soda machine in front of the door!" Aiden spun around towards his two friends. "We're locked in!"

Ross hurried over to the same window just in time to see the big figures of Harris and Sheldon disappear down the stairwell. "Fuck!" He turned around, pressing his back against the windows. "Okay, no need to panic. It's a Friday evening. No one else will be in the building at this time because everyone is off to see the meteor shower. Except..."

"The guard on duty!" Aiden finished. He immediately hurried to the centre of the room and began waving at the security camera on the walls. "Hey! Hey! We're trapped in here! Help!" Ross joined him, both of them shouting for attention. After a few minutes, though, they dropped back into different seats, exhausting and their voices hoarse.

"Think they heard us?" Aiden asked.

"We'll find out in a couple of minutes, I guess."

They waited a full ten minutes but when no rescue came, both of them groaned in disappointment.

"We'll never get out of here..." Aiden muttered. "Those assholes probably thought they'd trap us in here and stop us from watching the meteor shower..."

"Bastards!" Ross shouted at the top of his lungs. "When I get out of here, I'm going to find the biggest fucking stick I can and shove it so far up your asses that people will mistake you for a goddamn tree!"

A loud groan came from the horse still engrossed by his project. "If freedom is so important to you, there's a program I've been working on that will allow me to open up a chat window on any screen in this school." His fingers raced across the keyboard. "With a few minor adjustments, I can make it emit a shrill noise to get the attention of anyone watching."

"Wait, that doesn't make sense," Aiden said. "You'd have to have access to the school's secure network to be able to do that."

"Please. Their security is so primitive. I can hack into it and retrieve access with one eye shut." Zack leaned back and stretched. "Aaaaand..." He then pressed the return key. "Done. I've just sent a message to our friendly guard on the ground floor to inform him that we've been trapped." He gave the two an exasperated stare. "You _may_want to start waving your arms and acting like clowns now."

Ross immediately jumped to his feet and began waving at the camera again. A moment later, a single line appeared on Zack's screen.

'On my way' it said.

"He's on his way," Zack announced.

Aiden gave him a suspicious stare; one eye narrowed, the ear on the same side bent. "You're not just trolling us are you? This isn't some joke."

"Do I ever joke," replied the equine, turning back towards his screen. He resumed typing, completely ignoring the baffled looks from his two friends.

It wasn't long before the portly security guard came across the windows. He waved at them and they naturally waved back, big relieved grins on their faces. Though not the epitome of fitness, 'Fred' based on his nametag, was still more than capable of pushing the toppled soda machine out of the way, at least enough for the door to open wide enough to let them out.

"Phew!" Fred exclaimed, wiping his brow. The bull already had rather big armpit stains and he smelled of coffee and sweat. There was a stain on his white collared shirt that looked suspiciously like it came from some spilled coffee. "How'd you kids get trapped in there anyway?"

"Some assholes decided to push a soda machine over and lock us in," answered Ross. "Their way of keeping us from the meteor shower tonight."

Zack brushed past them, hefting his backpack over one shoulder. "Should you have been paying attention to your screens like you should have, I'm sure you would've known the situation. I would've expected someone with such small horns to have had the mental capacity to at least pay attention to a few dozen screens."

Fred visibly deflated, his big green eyes averting. Being a bull, horn size was very important in determining his masculinity. With the little nubs sticking out from between his messy mop of mustard yellow hair, he was considered a lesser male. Such taunts and insults where was led him to overeat as a youth and eventually into the large, protruding belly that pushed his XXL shirt to its limits.

"Zack!" Aiden chastised. The wolf patted Fred's shoulder. "Ignore him. When it comes to tact, you do not want to get the word straight from the horse's mouth."

"What?" Zack responded, oblivious to what he had done wrong. "Statistics show that bulls with smaller horns tend to have higher rates of perception and higher IQs. It's simple statistics." He shrugged and turned back around. "Then again, there are always the few that drop outside of the norm."

Aiden slapped his forehead with a sigh.

"It's okay," Fred rumbled with a sigh. "I really should've been on the watch. It's my job."

"Don't worry about it," Ross responded. "And don't let what Zack says get to you." He grinned at the bovine and shook his hand. "Thanks again for helping us out. We'd never be able to see the meteor shower without you." He quickly checked his watch. "Speaking of which, we got to go!" He turned his grin at Aiden. "You driving?"

The wolf looked taken aback. "What? It's thirty minutes walk tops! Why waste the gas!?"

Zack huffed loudly. "If we spend thirty minutes walking there, then we will never get any of the best spots considering how we are already late as it is."

"You just don't want to kick your fat ass into walking for half an hour," Aiden growled back. "My car, my rules. And I say, we're walking." He plucked his keys from his pocket and spun it on his finger. "Besides, I'm the one with the keys."

The horse visibly bristled. "I'll have you know that my weight is perfect for my height and age."

"For how long, super genius? Even_you_ age and you can't deny that your metabolism slows down over time. The sooner you exercise and get into the habit, the sooner you'll be assured that you'll live long enough to raise your mutant army to take over the world." When Fred gave him a questioning look, Aiden just shrugged.

"Point taken..." muttered Zack. "Then we best head out now."

"I'll escort you kids out," Fred declared. "Don't want anything else happening to ya."

Glad for the escort, the three friends headed down the hallway to the elevators and pressed the button for the ground floor. It really wasn't much of an 'escort' but neither Aiden nor Ross were about to turn down the offer. Zack, of course, was completely oblivious and had just plugged his headphones into his ears and quietly listened to his synth rock music.

At the ground floor, Fred bid them all a goodbye at the guard station which stood right beside the entrance to the building. It was one of those glass encased stations with its own air conditioning and filled with monitors. But before the trio could leave, Fred suddenly let out a loud gasp and banged his head against the big, green door with the 'Staff Only' sign on it.

"Something wrong?" Ross asked.

"I just realised my keys are in there," Fred groaned, pointing through the window. A ring of keys including an ID pass was sitting on the lone desk in the station. Right next to the puddle of spilled coffee. "I was in such a rush to save you guys that I forgot to take it with me."

"More and more you fall beyond the average of the statistics," Zack said. He then abruptly turned around. "Well, good luck. We have a meteor shower to attend to."

"What?" Ross exclaimed. "Dude, we can't just leave him like this!"

"It was his own fault that he left his keys in there and had he been paying closer attention to our situation, we wouldn't be so late."

"Yes but on this planet, we don't just turn away from a person that needs help so until the mothership comes and picks you up, you're going to have to act like the rest of us."

Zack made a sour face and rolled his eyes. "Oh fine." He then gave a clearly strained and faked smile, far too wide to be natural and with his eyes wide. "I'm sorry for my apparent insensitivity. How may I help?"

Regardless of the intent behind it, Ross, Fred and Aiden all flinched away from the equine like they were staring at a manic clown intent on eating them.

"Does he really have to help us?" Fred asked.

"I suppose not but I propose one of us watches him for fear of him turning into some sort of gruesome monster with acidic blood intent on devouring our souls," Ross replied. "All in favour?"

Three loud 'Ayes' were followed by three lifted paws.

"I feel like I should be insulted," Zack said, clearly puzzled.

Aiden shook his head and wandered over to the window that had an opening. It was designed for when guards had to give temporary passes to students without compromising their own security. "While your artificial intelligence attempts to process emotions without breaking down, I bet that if we grab a wire and a magnet, we can bring the keys over to us."

"Okay but where can we get materials like that?" Fred asked.

"Give me a few minutes to get to the workshops. I think I can cook something up."

The wolf turned and bolted out of the door. True to his promise, just a few minutes later, he returned with a length of malleable wire wrapped around a horseshoe magnet. He had a big grin on his face as he slipped the wire and the magnet under the little opening in the glass and guided it over to where the keys sat.

"Yes!" he cried out in triumph as the keys snapped to the magnet. "Slowly... slowly..." he whispered, guiding the keys back towards him. Ross stuck out his paw under the window, ready to catch the ring.

"Got 'em!" Ross exclaimed, snatching the keys away from the magnet. He spun and gave Aiden a loud high five. He handed the keys back to the grateful Fred. "Here you go, man."

"Thank you so much!" Fred exclaimed, nearly tearing up. He placed the key into the keyhole and -

Snap!

All three of them stared at the broken key in shock.

"It appears you are stronger than your genetics and physique seem to indicate," Zack stated. "Would you be open to, in the future, joining an army of mutant super soldiers bent on taking over the world?"

Fred stared at the broken key in horror. "Oh god... What am I going to do now...?"

Ross looked at the wire in Aiden's paws and snapped his fingers. "I got an idea. Aiden, can I borrow that for a second?"

Using the other end of the wire, Ross fished the broken part of the key out of the keyhole. But he was far from done. Now that he was free, he slipped the wire in its entirety into the keyhole and began to jiggle it around a little.

With a satisfying click, the he tried to doorknob and pushed it open.

"Ta-da!"

"You can pick the lock? You can pick locks?" Aiden asked. "Why didn't you do that before?"

Ross shrugged. "What? You want me to pick a lock in front of a security guard? Come on!" He handed the broken pieces of the key back to Fred. "You might want to use a doorstopper or something on the door so that you don't lock yourself out again."

Fred sighed in relief and gave the coyote a big hug. "Thank you so much! I don't know how I could ever repay you two."

"Just take care of yourself big guy," Ross laughed, patting Fred's back.

"Can we go now please?" Zack asked. "We're going to miss the meteor shower."

Fred let go of Ross and waved for them to hurry out. "Go on. I can call by boss to get me a spare key. You guys head on to the shower."

They left, waving goodbye to Fred who disappeared back into the guard station.

"What kind of college even uses keys anymore?" muttered Zack. "Shouldn't it be using electronic locks or something?"

******

One of the best places to see the anticipated meteor shower was in Summerview Park, a large forest area with a few park benches and playgrounds located thirty minutes away from the college campus. Unfortunately, the meteor shower was something that was advertised all over the news for weeks as a 'once in a lifetime event'. That meant everyone in the city was piling into some of the best places to see it. Areas that was far away from any form of light pollution was considered optimal and since the Park was on the outskirts of town, it was a prime spot.

"And as anticipated, there is not a single place we can sit," Zack grumbled.

"Are you kidding?" Aiden asked, gesturing at the large grassy expanse filled with people. "There's plenty of spots. Look, over there."

"No. The space must have at least a six foot radius between us and the next party."

"What? Why?"

"For maximum comfort and privacy without being considered too antisocial. Any closer and it would be uncomfortably close."

Aiden's ears flattened against his head. "Okay, then what about there?"

"No. It is right next to a flower bed. The smell of the flowers will distract us from the majesty of this celestial event."

The wolf groaned and ran a paw down his face. "Well... How about there?"

"No."

"Why the fuck not!?"

"Because I saw a dandelion. I don't like dandelions."

Aiden let out a loud cry of frustration, digging his claws into his temples.

"Chill guys," Ross said with a grin. "I used to run around this park as a kid. I know a spot that will have no one around. Come on."

They followed the coyote's red tail through the crowds and eventually into the thick forest itself. The ground began to slope gently upwards. Zack mentioned something about elevation being a good sign and that stopped Aiden's growling and murderous stare. They had to dodge a few low hanging branches and some thick bushes but eventually, they broke the forest line and came to a grassy knoll that was virtually unoccupied.

"You promised that there will be no one here," Zack said.

"So there's one couple." Ross shrugged. "Come on, we're a little higher than everyone else. There's plenty of space, no flowers and no dandelions."

Zack's eyes roved the area, scrutinizing it. After a long moment where both Ross and Aiden held their breath, he finally said, "It'll do. But I suggest we sit just outside of six feet away from that couple to avoid any social stigma of being stalkers."

"Works for me!" Ross exclaimed and bounded eagerly up the hill. "Hey guys, I hope you don't -" His words got caught in his throat when he saw exactly who the couple was. "Harris!? Sheldon!?"

There was no denying that the two were definitely a couple. A typical picnic mat had been set out before them with a basket and two glasses of wine sitting between them. Their hands were interlocked and it looked like they were just about to kiss.

Ross' left ear twitched.

He wasn't sure whether to fall over laughing or back off slowly.

Fwash!

He spun to see the phone in Aiden's paws.

"Now this is karma," snickered the wolf.

Harris was instantly at his feet and practically bowled Ross over on his way to Aiden. "You delete that, fucker!"

Aiden jerked away, holding up his finger. "Nuh-uh! One step closer and I send this to your whole hockey team!"

"You're bluffing," snarled the bear. "You don't have their emails."

"You really want to take that chance?" challenged Aiden. "I'm a jock too, remember? I send this to one guy and it's bound to make it back to your team one way or another."

Harris was shaking with fury but his eyes were filled with worry. He glanced over his shoulder at Sheldon, clearly caring for the other young man.

Ross immediately stepped between them, holding up his paws and pushing them away. "Hey, come on guys. Let's not turn this night into a shitty one." He turned to Aiden. "Aiden, delete the photo."

"What!? After what these assholes did to us? They locked us in the fucking computer room! _Without a_ir conditioning! We could've suffocated."

Zack held up a finger. "Actually, despite the fact that their air conditioning the fans were still cycling air so suffocation would've been impossible."

"Not helping!" Aiden shouted over his shoulder.

"Look man," Harris pleaded. "Please delete that photo. I mean, Don and I got a reputation to uphold here."

Aiden growled in response but Ross gave him a firm look.

"Aiden, come on man. This isn't you. I know they pissed you off but you'd never ruin anyone else's life like this."

The wolf flattened his ears before letting out a resigned sigh. He pressed a button on his phone and then showed the screen to the two. "There, deleted."

"Good," Ross said, lowering his paws. "Now can we just please enjoy the meteor shower?"

Suddenly, Zack pointed up towards the sky. "Look! It's starting!"

All five men turned as the starry night sky was suddenly alight with streaks of white. Dozens of bright beams danced across the night sky, a waterfall of lights filled the night sky. Whatever hostilities lay between them melted away in the once in a lifetime sight. Aiden, already with his phone out, began taking pictures.

He was the first to notice that some of the fiery streaks were a strange... Some seemed to be rather consistent and remaining in place... and actually seemed to be getting bigger.

"Huh...?" he asked himself softly.

Then, as he looked up from his phone, he saw one of the meteors start angling a little to the left. His eyes widened and he barely managed to let out a cry of warning before it was zooming far above their heads and disappeared somewhere in the city itself. He could hear the loud boom from when it hit the ground.

"Holy shit!" he cried. "Everyone get down!"

He immediately grabbed the two closest people, coincidentally Ross and Harris, and threw them to the ground. Loud_booms_ rippled all over the park littered with the screams of onlookers. Aiden felt the fur on the back of his neck starting to prickle as heat began to build around them and he prayed that they weren't at the epicentre of the impact.

The ground shook beneath him. A deafening blast threw earth and scorched dust at them. The roar of the blast became his everything in the darkness as he squeezed his eyes shut, holding the two down to keep them safe. Only when the blast ebbed, did he start hearing the incessant ringing of the blast. That was when he realised he had held his breath throughout the entire ordeal and began took a lungful of acrid, ashen air. It made him cough.

Slowly, he sat up with Harris right beside him. Harris looked like he was shouting something, likely Sheldon's name but all Aiden could hear was the constant ringing. Ross got up beside him and glanced around. The coyote suddenly staggered through the haze of darkness to a slumped figure a short distance away.

Zack.

Ross quickly checked for a pulse and breathing, glad that Zack still had both. He propped the Palomino up on his lap and gently patted the equine's cheek. Zack's eyelids fluttered before opening fully, filled with fear. He seized Ross's arm and said something but like Aiden, Ross was suffering from momentary deafness.

The red coyote helped his friend to his feet and the staggered over to where Aiden was standing. The dust cleared quickly thanks to the night breeze. What was revealed to them was a gaping crater embedded into the side of the hill. At its very centre was a single, flaming rock no bigger than his head.

His hearing began to return to him slowly and he shook his head to clear it.

"Aiden!" he cried.

The wolf turned around and looked relieved to see them both of them safe. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah," answered Ross, staggering forward. "Shit... you'd think people would know that the goddamn meteors were coming straight at us when they predicted the meteor shower."

"Meteo_rites_," corrected Zack. "Meteors burn up in space. If it hits the ground, it's a meteorite."

"Yes, Zack. Thank you, Zack." Ross nodded towards Aiden. "Harris and Sheldon?"

"Down there," Aiden replied.

Ross peered down at the crater. Sheldon had been the closest to the blast but his thick hide had protected him somewhat. He was approaching the hunk of rock cautiously.

"Dude, don't touch that!" Ross shouted. "It's probably molten hot!"

"You're not the boss of me!" Sheldon shouted back.

Suddenly, bright lights erupted from above and a dozen or more smaller lights danced amongst the trees. An authoritative voice told them all to get on the ground and step away from the meteorite. Several armed men came bursting out of the trees. One seized Zack roughly and threw him to the ground. Another grabbed Ross by the scruff and slammed him into the scorched soil. Aiden was a little luckier in that he was a little further and got time to hold up his paws. One of the black clad men kicked the back of his knees and forced him to kneel. Harris and Sheldon were yanked away from the meteorite as dozens of other furs in white hazmat suits came charging in, all sorts of equipment in their hands.

"This... This is some fucked up shit right here," Ross grumbled.

*****

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Sheldon's fists bounced off the reinforced glass that made up their cell. For the umpteenth time, he yelled, "Let us out! Ya can' keep us in 'ere!". And for the umpteenth time, the guards at the door ignored them.

Everything was made of the same glass, held together by thick, steel frames. The solid made quarantine area was very secure. The air had that recycled tinge to it and the bright lights that shone from the embedded lamps in the ceiling made it impossible to get some sleep despite the beds provided.

The group of five college students had been shipped to a facility just on the outskirts of town, fifteen or so minutes away from the park. None of them ever had an idea that there was such a place. Long metal hallways underground led them through the facility and in the brief glances they got through various windows, they noticed that people in hazmat suits were poking around at the large meteorite that had fallen. From all appearances, other meteorites were also being shipped in from other locations.

"We 'ave our rights!" Sheldon shouted, again slamming his fists against the glass. "Let us out!"

"Give it up, Don," Harris said gently. "They ain't listening."

The rhino turned back around, his eyes wide in fear. "What da fuck is happenin', man? Why are they keepin' us in 'ere? Who are they?"

Harris threw a quick glance at the other three before rising from his seat and crossing the room towards Sheldon. He gave the big rhino a hug, holding him tightly. "I don't know, Don. I don't know..."

Sheldon firmly shoved Harris away and hugged himself. "Fuck dude... dis place makes mah skin crawl... It's straight outta a horror movie..." He scratched his arms lightly and shuddered. How effective that was against his leathery hide was debatable.

"Well if it is straight out of a horror movie then you know that the wimpy, whiney guy isn't the first to go," Aiden grunted. "Normally, it's the genre savvy guy that goes first. You know, the guy that knows that we're in a horror movie. Oh hey! That means you too!"

Harris shot him a piercing look as Sheldon began to visibly shake, sweat rolling off his brow. "Dude!"

Aiden rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh. "Then again, if we're pulling at strings... usually the first to go is the token minority or the nerd because reasons. That either means me or Zack over there."

"You?"

"Duh. Out of all of you, I'm the only one of Asian descent. All of you are so American that you probably bleed apple pie." Aiden flopped down onto his seat. "And because I'm blurting out all these tropes, that makes me the genre savvy guy so double bullseyes on my back!" He hiked his thumb at his chest.

Sheldon stopped scratching and let out a faint, nervous laugh. "Dude, yer so fucked..."

"Yeah, yeah..." Aiden muttered, waving absently at the two. "Besides, the gay couple can't die. They're the romance story in this. You're going to beat this thing with twroo wuv, right?"

Harris laughed softly and went over to give Aiden a light punch on the shoulder. "You're okay, wolf. Pretty built too." He squeezed at Aiden's biceps. "You play any sports?"

"Basketball." Aiden made a swishing noise as he pretended to shoot for a hoop. "Parents got me into it thinking that it'll make me taller. You know. 'Cuz I'm Asian and Asians are normally shorter than everyone? And were you feeling me up?"

Harris held up his paws and shook his head. "Naw dude." Under Aiden's exasperated stare, he blushed. "Okay, so maybe. Hey, I'm gay. I can appreciate a buff guy even if he is total dweeb."

"Right, thanks I guess." Aiden turned towards the others.

Ross was standing a short distance away, peering out the window. They were just a little below ground level so the window afforded them a view of foot traffic. There were dozens of people scurrying about dressed either in the black of the armed forces or the white of the scientists in their hazmat suits. Zack was sitting on the bench beside Ross, long legs crossed and seemingly meditating.

"How'd you guys meet anyways?" Harris asked.

At that, Ross' ears perked and he turned around. "Meet? I met Aiden in middle school. Been best friends since. Zack is Aiden's roommate."

"Zack is more than just my roommate," Aiden said. "He's a buddy from high school. Met in junior science class. Total nerd and about three times as anal back then. Had to actually blow a dandelion into his face to get him to admit that flowers aren't constantly trying to 'breed' with him since pollen is the plant equivalent of sperm."

Zack opened one eye. "I don't like dandelions." Then he shut it again and went back to humming softly to himself.

Harris snickered and even Sheldon offered a 'Dat's pretty fucked up'.

"What about you two?" asked Ross. "How'd you guys meet?"

Harris turned away and blushed, rubbing the back of his head. "Kinda right outta porn flick. Me and him on the same hockey team. We'd stay back after practice cuz we felt like doing some drills together. He's the goalie, I'm the shooter. We make some shitty puns at one another while we shower. We both notice we're getting hard watching each other from the corner of our eyes and... one thing led to another."

"Anyone catch that on film?" Aiden asked.

"God I hope not!" Harris laughed. The laugh was infectious and the entire group began to laugh. Ross had to elbow Zack to get the Palomino to let out a loud, clearly forced chuckle.

Once the laughter died down, the five students slumped back into waiting for whatever came next.

They didn't need to wait long.

Alarms suddenly began blaring and cell was bathed in stark, red light. Though muffled by the thick glass, the alarms were still audible. The guards in front of their door pressed fingers to their ears and were suddenly bolting off away from them. Dozens of men in hazmat suits followed them and a slew of other black clad armed men.

"Wh - what's goin' on?" Sheldon stammered. He started scratching again and even had to roll his shoulder and shake himself a little. Clearly he didn't do well in stressful situations outside of hockey games.

"I don't know," Ross replied, moving towards the door. "But now that no one is looking..." He reached into the pocket of his jeans and fished out what appeared to be a security pass. He tapped it against the card reader just beside the door and it let out a faint beep, drowned by the alarms. The door slid open much to his satisfaction.

"Hang on," Aiden began. "Where'd you get that?"

"Swiped it off one of the guards while they were manhandling me," he responded with a grin.

"Why didn't you use it earlier!?"

"With those two goons right outside?" Ross answered. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

"I - I - Is dat really safe?" stammered Sheldon, shaking with fear.

"Would you rather wait inside that glass prison for whatever is causing these guys to panic to catch up with us?" countered the coyote.

"Point."

Ross led the way in the opposite direction to where the guards were running. Barely five minutes into their flight, they heard horrendous screams of panic and fear echoing down the metal hallway. All five men froze and exchanged glances before they resumed running, this time with increased urgency.

They rounded a corner and immediately froze when two black clad guards wielding assault rifles caught sight of them just down the hall.

"Hey! You! Stop!"

Ross thought quickly. Directly to his right was a door marked 'storage'.

"In here!" he shouted and yanked the door open.

For a storage room, it was surprisingly roomy, almost warehouse sized. He didn't get much time to gawk at the large, dark space, however as he was shoved in by his friends. Harris was the last inside and he slammed the door shut. Sheldon immediately seized a nearby box, his large muscles bunching as he lifted it off the ground and setting it in front of the door. Harris picked up a large crate, grunting with effort as he slammed it into the stack that Sheldon had set. The door shuddered as the guards tried to open it but it didn't move.

They all gave the door a wide berth. The guns the men had were still burned into their memories and they did not want to be in the line of fire in case the soldiers decided to use them. The door shook and they heard big, heavy bodies slam against the metal frame.

Bang!

"Fuck!" Sheldon cried. "They're gunna break in..."

Bang!

"Get more boxes on there!" Ross cried.

BANG!

"Hold up..." Aiden said, holding up a paw. Voices erupted from the other side of the door. Shouting. Then followed by the sound of footsteps receding away from the door. "I think... I think they're gone." He lowered his paw and let out a relieved sigh. "Must've had something else to worry about."

"We gotta get outta here, man!" Sheldon whimpered. He slumped down on the floor, clutching his head in his hands. "Dis is sum seriously fucked up shit!"

"Look, we don't even know what's out there that's causing them some issues," Aiden said. "For all you know, it's protestors that learned they're keeping us here and want to rescue us. Maybe it's the government come to rescue us. We don't know." He looked about the warehouse. "What I do know is that we can't go back out there without some form of weapon."

"We're goin' back out dere!?"

Harris knelt beside his boyfriend and held him tightly. "Don't scratch, dude. You'll tear your skin open."

"I can't help it... Dis place freaks me right da fuck out!"

Aiden began rifling through a couple of the boxes. "Well maybe having something in those big meaty hands of yours that can crack a man's head open will help."

"You do know it's a felony to steal from the military, right?" Zack asked.

"What makes you think these guys are military?" Aiden asked as he pulled what looked like a metal rod from one of the crates.

"The way they stand. Salute. Speak. They're all very disciplined. Of course they could just as easily be a highly trained para-military group, but somehow I doubt that such a group would be working to secure meteorites. Plus, only government sanctioned bodies would have the funds or permission to build an underground base of this magnitude."

"Really?" the wolf asked, pulling out what appeared to be power saw. "Well, have you maybe considered that the guys in white are from a research company and the guys in black are their hired goons?"

Zack frowned. "No, I had not. Interesting..." The roar of an engine caused the equine to perk his ears and turned back towards the wolf. Aiden was now beside a broad, metal table with various pieces of equipment around him. "And just what in the world are you doing?"

"Have you never played a zombie apocalypse game in your life?" Aiden replied. "The best weapons are made from the random junk you find lying around. Piece them together and you get something awesome."

"That's completely and utterly preposterous. You can't take what you see in videogames seriously. Besides, strapping two chainsaws to the ends of canoe paddles does not make for an effective weapon."

The loud buzzing of the power saw was abruptly cut off followed by the sound of electrical tape being stretched out. Zack lifted his eyebrows as Aiden lifted his unholy abomination up with a grin.

"How about a power saw to the end of a reinforced metal pole?" said the wolf, lifting up the staff. It seemed that he had ripped apart the saw and extended the on/off button about halfway down the makeshift staff so the wielder to activate the saw at a safe distance. There was also what looked like a bowie knife strapped to the other end.

"Jesus Aiden!" Ross exclaimed. "That looks like it could kill someone!"

"It probably can," answered the wolf with a shrug. "Between the crazy armed forces or the zombies, I figure it'd be a good defence."

"Who said anything about zombies!? What if it's just protestors like you said?"

Aiden smirked and tossed the weapon to the coyote. "Come on, man. Do you want to take any chances? Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, right?"

"I don't want to kill anyone!"

Another unholy scream erupted from the other side of the door. This was followed by a tremendous roar, one that shook the very rafters of the storage room. Sheldon in particular whimpers and covered his ears. Harris hugged him tightly, whispering soothing encouragement into his ears. Zack crossed his arms stubbornly while Ross switched on the power saw.

"Okay, screw morality. We're getting out of here," grunted the coyote.

"Got anything for the rest of us, wolf?" asked Harris, standing up.

Sheldon seized his paw. "Har..."

"Don't worry, Don. I'll protect you."

Aiden gave the bear a thumbs up. "Give me a second to strap something together."

The wolf pieced together a few makeshift weapons including jabbing some long nails into another metal pole to make a spiked club of sorts for Harris. He strapped a knife onto a long pole to make a spear and gave that to a quivering Sheldon. He found a battery and strapped it onto a big metal rod, running a few wires he found through it and attaching two blades at the end to make a Taser of sorts. That he offered to Zack.

"I'm not going to participate in what is clearly a misunderstanding and will only lead to more conflict," Zack stated.

"Even if there's a possibility that those meteorites may have contained alien dandelions?" Aiden answered with a smirk.

Zack stared at the weapon for a moment. Then he snatched it. "I don't like dandelions."

For himself, Aiden managed to find two nail guns and another battery. He worked the guns to run straight off the battery and strapped it to his back.

"Alright," he announced. "Sheldon, Harris, get that stuff off the door. Let's get out of here."

The two hockey players pulled the barricade apart and let Aiden lead since he had the weapon with the longest reach. The moment the wolf poked his head through, he nodded and gestured for everyone else to follow. The hallways were empty but the sounds of the alarms continued. It was strange that there was no gunfire.

The ragtag team hurried out of the storage room and continued on the path they were set on originally, taking it slow through the winding corridors.

"Do we even know where we're going?" hissed Zack.

"Of course not," snapped Aiden. "It's not like these guys have signs that say 'Prison Escapees Exit Through Here!'"

"Clueless as ever." Zack suddenly veered off to the right towards a room. "Ross, I need that pass of yours."

"What for?" asked the coyote.

"If there's a console around here, I might be able to hack their system and see if I can find us an exit."

Ross handed the Palomino the pass he had taken and swiped it against the card reader. Much to everyone's relief, it beeped and flashed green. Zack pushed open the door and peered inside. Much to his relief, it was filled with all sorts of computers. It seemed to actually be some sort of mainframe room which made him grin. He hurried inside, the others right behind him.

Zack found the closest console and began tapping on the keyboard. "They must've left in a rush. Whoever was on here still remained logged on. That saves me some headaches."

"You do know it's a felony to hack military computers, right?" Aiden asked.

Zack shot him a baleful stare and turned back to his work. That only made the wolf snicker and got Harris letting out a short guffaw. Sheldon wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and nuzzled him affectionately.

"God I love yer laugh..." rumbled the rhino. He lewdly brushed his crotch against Harris' ass. The bear felt the throbbing erection within his boyfriend's pants.

"Don, come on," he said, gently pushing Sheldon away. "This isn't the time. What's wrong with you?"

Sheldon shrugged. "I... I dun know. I'm feelin' kinda horny..."

"Likely a coping mechanism," Zack said over his shoulder. "You've had your aggression stage, your manic depression stage and now you're trying to cope with the situation by finding comfort in something pleasurable and familiar. I wouldn't suggest doing that right now. I'm almost done." Zack's eyes lit up. "Ah! Security footage. Let's see what we're up against."

"I thought you were looking for a way out," Harris said.

"I am but we need to know what we're up against first in order to avoid it so that we can get to the way out." Zack tapped a few more buttons. "Let's see what this one shows..."

All five students crowded around.

Their jaws hit the ground at nearly the same time.

A massive, hulking creature walked threateningly across the metal floor. Its flesh looked like it was made of some sort of dark purple goo. Its eyes glowed menacingly red like coals amongst the sea of darkness. It looked like it was part reptile as its head was definitely crocodilian in nature and it even had the long, muscular tail of one. But its build was definitely alien especially with the sharp, nub-like spikes jutting from its shoulders and thighs. Perhaps one of its most startling features was its enormous genitals. Its balls were the size of basketballs. Its dick was as thick as its huge, muscular arms and about as long. Four tentacles thrashed behind it, each one ending in a suspiciously blunt end reminiscent of a dick.

"What..." Aiden began.

"... the fuck..." Ross continued.

"... is that!?" Harris exclaimed.

"It looks fuckin' sexy..." rumbled Sheldon.

Everyone gave him a strange look before returning to the slowly moving creature.

"It's far from us..." said Zack. "Let me check the other cameras." He flicked to another camera. This time, it showed a creature that looked like it was part feline but only had two tentacles jutting from its shoulders. This beast seemed to have some sort of respirator device latched onto its face as well, a tube rising from its chest and clamping over its jaws.

In front of the creature were two men, one an equine in a white hazmat suit and the other a bull in black armour. The bull didn't have a gun anymore and was standing bravely in front of the scientist. Lightning fast, the two tentacles lashed out. The bull gasped which was a mistake as it shot straight into the man's mouth. Purplish black goo lathered all over the man's muzzle. The scientist was knocked back as the tentacle splashed against the hazmat suit's helmet and seemed to liquefy.

The group watched in horror as the bull was suddenly forced to his knees. They could see his throat moving, some form of liquid being forced down his throat. The purplish black goo poured down his chin as the man squeezed his eyes shut. His entire body locked up, hands clenching into fists and back arched. Sharp spikes suddenly erupted from within his armour, shredding the black material from within around his shoulders and thighs. The seams of the armour exploded as the same black liquid that covered the feline horror lurched outwards from the bull, knocking away any shreds of the man's clothing. The bull's hips bucked and his pants were torn right down the middle by the emergence of a big, purple cock the size of a baseball bat and as thick as a tree trunk. The same goo came shooting out of the man's cock and the more that came out, the bigger his balls grew until his legs were forced apart. The tentacle pulled itself out of the bovine's muzzle, finally letting the victim hunch over onto his hands and knees. His back bulged and erupted, four huge tentacles shoot up from his blackened flesh as more of the goo spread over his form. Every muscle on his body was reinforced by the goo, bulging and growing bigger and bigger while shredding all forms of the man he had been. The bull suddenly threw his head back, letting out a scream. It was a similar scream to the one that the group had heard multiple times before but now it took a different context. The bull had seized his enormous cock with his similarly huge hands, stroking it madly. As more goo came shooting out of the tip of his dick, the same substance reached up from his shoulders and encased his entire features.

When the bull opened his eyes, they were the same fiery red as the creature that had infected him.

The beast stood, rising up to be taller than the feline that had changed him and much more muscular.

"Oh my god..." Aiden whispered, taking a step away from the screen.

The poor scientist in the hazmat suit tried to get away but the goo that had splattered on his helmet began to reform, sliding off him and becoming the same tentacle that had attacked previously. He made the mistake of turning around to flee. The tentacle shot forward and jammed itself straight into the man's ass, tearing right through the hazmat suit's skin. Whether the man was screaming or not was muffled by the suit's helmet and he flailed madly. But just like his companion, his body locked up a moment later. His arms began to bulge beneath the suit followed by his legs and most noticeably, his crotch. He squirmed as much as possible but there was no denying what was happening to him. His hands went straight towards his crotch just as they burst from his gloves, completely covered in the same slick, purplish goo. The moment his fingers brushed against his crotch, his enormous erect cock shot forward, spewing the same goo all over him. The integrity of the suit compromised, the fluid eagerly spread all over the man, reshaping his muscles to become an Adonis of equine muscle. All sense of struggle left the man as he got up on one knee, the tentacle still pumping him full of the infectious slime. As he rose, the goo encased his head, helmet and all. It began to reshape the blocky features of the helmet, letting it take on the distinct features of an equine. Curiously, the respirator tube at the front of the suit remained, jammed right into the head of the red-eyed equine.

"Okay... not zombies," Ross muttered nervously. "Freaky goo aliens that take over your fucking body!"

"I think I just came a little..." Harris admitted.

Everyone gave him a horrified look.

"What? So I'm into some kinky shit. Sue me!"

Sheldon snickered a little nervously and licked Harris' neck. "God I love you."

"Can it you two," snapped Ross. "And seriously get some help." He turned back towards Zack. "Where's the nearest exit?"

Zack tapped a few more keys. "Down the hall, we take a left, then a right, up two flights of stairs and then we'll be on the floor of the back exit. Should only take us about fifteen minutes."

"Good. Can you start a lockdown of this place?"

"I can. Why?"

"Give us twenty minutes. We need to get out of this place and make sure whatever those things are, they don't get out."

"But what if we don't get out in time!?"

Ross took a deep breath, mulling the question over in his head. "Then we just have to survive until someone saves us." He glanced towards the others. Aiden nodded firmly while Harris and Sheldon looked at each other nervously. "Do it," he commanded.

Zack tapped on the console furiously. "There. Twenty minutes. Let's get out of here!"

They burst out of the console room, following Zack's instructions to the letter. Their hearts were racing hard in their chest as their feet pumped across the ground. They heard the cries of ecstasy from other victims and knew that each one meant another fur had fallen to the prey of this... this goo.

The burst into the stairwell that Zack mentioned and froze.

"Gross..." muttered Aiden.

The walls were covered in the same purplish black goo like some sort of flesh. It actually seemed to move and undulate like it was breathing... alive.

"No body touch it," the wolf warned. "Might be just as infectious as those bastards."

He led the way up the stairs. Sheldon, however, stumbled at the first step and Harris had to stop a moment to help him up.

"Den, what's wrong?"

Sheldon shook his head with a grunt. "Jus'... All da' blood rushin' ta mah dick, is all." He gave Harris a shaky grin. "You know how long it takes for my cock to go down. Ain't helpin' dat we're runnin' 'round everywhere."

"Tell ya what, bud," Harris replied. "When we get out of here, you can stick that dick that won't quit up my ass all weekend."

Sheldon let out a loud moan. "Fuck dude, yer gonna make me cum."

Harris pulled Sheldon to his feet and they continued their ascent.

They were fortunate enough not to have encountered any of the monsters on their way to the exit but as they emerged from the ground floor, Zack paused and gasped.

"I hadn't realised... We're in the observatory just outside of town."

"Fascinating," Aiden rumbled. "Can we please get out of here now?"

"Wait." Zack ventured a little away from the stairwell to the atrium of the observatory. More of the slime was on the walls and there were guns and remnants of hazmat suits littering the floor. But what caught his attention was the television hanging from the walls. There was no image. Just an image of the emergency broadcast system.

"The mayor has called a state of emergency and advised all citizens to follow the instructions of their local authorities. Please do not panic."

"There was more than one meteorite crash, remember?" Zack said worriedly. "I distinctly remember one landing somewhere in the city." He turned towards the others. "We're just about fifteen minutes from where we were hit. That's probably why these guys got to us quickly. But what about the rest of the city? What if other places got infected as well?"

No one spoke.

They were all thinking exactly the same thing.

There was no 'what if' scenario.

The reality was there was an outbreak and at that moment, they were in the middle of a city that had gone to hell. It all affected them differently. Ross' tail tucked between his legs and his knees went weak. Zack began muttering possibilities to himself, eyes wide as he attempted to reason his way out of the situation. Aiden growled and fired a few shots from his nail gun into the wooden wall. Harris held his boyfriend tightly, sobbing into Sheldon's shoulder.

Sheldon... he fell to his knees and moaned, his big hands at his crotch. "Oooooh..."

"Don?" Harris asked worriedly. "Don, what's wrong?"

"I... I dun know..." Sheldon moaned. "Jus'... Oh fuck... dude... I'm so horny! Urf!" He grit his teeth together, eyes squeezed shut. Desperation suddenly drove his hands to hurriedly unbuckle his belt. Harris' jaw dropped as he watched the bulge in Sheldon's pants start to visible throb like there was a monster growing beneath the fabric. Sheldon managed to undo his fly and pull down his pants to his knees before he let out a loud half-moan, half-snarl. A big, thick wet spot appeared against his white jockstrap but from the dark disc of fluid, a familiar dark purple goo began seeping through the fabric.

"No..." Harris began. "No. Don! No!"

Aiden suddenly seized the hockey player by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Harris! Get away from him!"

"No!" pleaded the bear. "I won't leave him! Don! Fight it!"

Sheldon grit his teeth, his hips humping the air madly. "I... I can't!" His eyes snapped open, a bright, red glow emanated from within his pupils. "Git 'way!" With the last ounces of his strength and free will, he shoved Harris away from him, letting Aiden pulled him away.

That one move of defiance seemed to topple his mental defences. A loud tearing sound ripped through the atrium as his jockstrap snapped clear off, revealing his growing cock and balls. The sound of the liquid sloshing around the rhino's sack intensified with every second. With each 'squish' and 'splash', they became bigger and bigger, each jerk from Sheldon's hips encouraging the growth until they became as big as his watermelons. Sheldon's cock was next. Already at an impressive eleven inches, the thick veins all over its length began to visible darken with the purple ooze that was quickly filling them. The precum pouring out of the tip was a clear purplish colour and as it dribbled onto his body, it spread the corruption. Sheldon fell on his back and let out a cry as his cock was wracked with a powerful spasm. Dark purple cum shot forth from the tip and struck his face directly.

"No!" screamed Harris, reaching for his lover. Ross threw himself at the bear and pushed him back while Aiden pulled him towards the entrance.

The cum all over Sheldon's face quickly spread all over his features. Before it completely consumed him, he held out his hand towards Harris, a last final reach to say goodbye towards his lover. The goo seeped over his muzzle, turning the leathery hide into the same gooey flesh. It scrambled up his horns, coating the points, and spread across the back of his head. It seemed save his eyes for last just so that they could give Harris one last look of sadness before he was forced to shut them tight as the goo pulled his eyelids down.

When those eyes next opened, they were a featureless, bright, glowing red.

Sheldon - or what had been him - roared in ecstasy, thrusting his hips into the air one more time. More cum erupted from his throbbing dick, now a monstrous sixteen inches long and completely purplish-black from the goo. No longer in control of his own limbs, Sheldon spread the goo all over his chest, accelerating the change. With it smeared all over his hands, it spread up his arms. Forearms and hands built over years of lifting weights grew and bulged, looking big and strong enough to crush entire skulls in one palm. His biceps and triceps surged outwards, becoming mounds of muscle that made his entire arm look like corded steel wound tightly beneath a slick surface. He let out another roar as his right shoulder surged outwards as the goo increased its mass to match his arms. His roar turned into a grunt as his left joined in. He slammed both of his new, massive arms straight into the ground, causing craters of cracked tiles. The voice that erupted from his throat was octaves deeper and held an alien tone like some other voice was shouting out in tandem with his own. His torso jerked as the muscles grew in response to the lathering of goo. His abdominals hardened, becoming eight slabs of hard muscle framed by a lean V-shaped torso and slim waist.

The gargantuan cock was wracked by another spasms and more goo shot out, forming mountainous piles all over Sheldon's chest. The new mass didn't seem to merge with him just yet but instead migrated towards his lower body, moving towards his hips. There, they began to rise into thick, muscular towers reminiscent of legs. Thick quads and hamstrings formed entirely within moments followed by huge heart-shaped calves. Feet capable of supporting the enormous weight of the growing rhino topped the second pair of legs. As this occurred, Sheldon's existing legs began to pull back away from his body. His spine stretched further and further away from his body, taking his cock and balls with it. Thick muscles framed the new growth and it was celebrated by another burst of cum from his cock.

Sheldon the monster scrambled to his feet, kicking his new legs madly as he took up his new tauric form. His cock and balls hung beneath his quadrupedal lower half, aimed forward like a cannon while his upper half completed his massive eight foot tall form with an intimidating mass of muscles. Glistening purple flesh only highlighted his enormous pectorals, washboard abdominals and lean, vascular arms ripe for seizing any victim that came within arm's reach.

He threw his head back one more time, letting out another cry of ecstasy. His cock responded, shooting a blast of his thick, purple cum across the atrium and covering the exit.

The monster, however, had launched its load too late.

The atrium was empty.

Its quarry was gone.

******

The city was in chaos. Even so far from the city itself, Ross could still hear the explosions within the sprawling metropolis. Summerview College was in a somewhat suburban area with the biggest structure being the campus itself. Smaller businesses were set up all around the campus to assist with student life including a smaller shopping mall and some parking. But unlike whatever chaos was hitting the city, the campus was eerily silent.

The same dense, purple, living goo was smeared here and there and it seemed to be growing. It didn't help that the infected were roaming the campus grounds diligently, only occasionally stopping to spray their seed over something to help the infection.

"Fuck..." Ross whispered, peering around the corner. "I think they got the dorms..."

Around the corner was Aiden and Zack's dorm. The lights were out on most of the floors but there was evidence of struggle and infection. Goo seeped out of the windows and was splattered all over the walls. Added to that the infected who were roving around the area and it did not speak well of their initial plan to return to their dorm and grab some supplies.

"What now?" Aiden asked softly. He was holding up a quietly sobbing Harris, the bear's arm over his shoulder. "I left my toolkit in my room. I might be able to make us better stuff than this shit if we get to the workshop. I can use the tools there instead of risking our asses trying to get to the dorm."

"That's not too far from here," Ross said. "But we need a long term plan. These guys look slow now but if they spot us, they're lightning fast! We'll never outrun them. Especially not those guys with four legs."

Harris let out a choking sob.

"It's curious," Zack murmured, adjusting his glasses in the direction of the infected. "There seems to be various subspecies. There were those with respirators that we saw in the base, ones with tentacles and then these ones with four legs. I believe I saw ones with wings as well soaring through the air and others with completely serpentine lower bodies. I wonder what determines the subspecies that they transform into? Is there some central consciousness that governs this? We should take a sample and examine it."

"Can you stop getting a hard on for these mutants?" Aiden snapped. "We need to find a way out of here!"

"They aren't mutants," Zack said. "They actually seem more... symbiotic than anything else. You've heard when they orgasm. Their voices seem to have two distinct voices. My hypothesis is that the host is still somewhere in there. Perhaps the goo feeds off the host somehow while, in turn, it gives the host sexual pleasure and feeds it. How, I do not know as I have not seen them consume anything."

Aiden rolled his eyes in frustration. "Maybe the reason they're cumming all over the walls and street is because their seed is actually breaking down inorganic material that the goo beasts convert into energy that will feed their hosts. They just have to touch the goo."

Zack's eyes widened and his snapped his fingers. "Why, that's brilliant! That would explain their behaviour. Have you ever considered changing fields to something more academic?"

"I was being sarcastic!" the wolf snapped. "And is this really the time?"

"If we are to survive, we need to know our enemy," countered Zack, remaining surprisingly calm. "But I suppose you're right." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You say you have ample equipment in your workshops, correct? Engineering equipment too."

"Yeah. Why?"

"With my programming skills and your..." His eyes roved Aiden. "... skills, between us we should be able to make a sort of emergency distress beacon. Something that will transmit on a common frequency that will hopefully bring any potential rescuers to us. We then just need to find someplace to barricade ourselves in."

"The chemistry labs," Ross suggested. "They're air tight and completely sealed to prevent any contaminants from getting out. We can lock ourselves in there and wait for rescue." He glanced towards Aiden. "And they're right next door to the workshops."

"Then that's our plan," Aiden said. He propped up Harris. "Hey man, you think you can make it?"

The bear's eyes looked hollow and his cheeks were smeared with tears. "I... I think so..." Those same eyes met Aiden's. "You think... You think Zack is right? That Sheldon might still be in that thing?"

Aiden's features softened. "I dunno, man. Maybe. But we won't get a chance to find out if we get turned into one of them." He shoved the spiked makeshift club back into Harris' paws. "You with us?"

The bear took the club and nodded. "Yeah."

With newfound purpose, the gang of four turned and bolted towards the school's workshop.

"Do you think we can head up to the fifth floor?" Zack whispered as they approached the doors. "I just remembered something I wanted to do on my project."

Everyone gave him a fiery, piercing stare and he fell silent.

Aiden tried to open the door but it was jammed. The automatic doors weren't working either. "Fuck! Fred shouldn't be off duty..."

"Fred probably high tailed it out of here," Ross said. "Any smart man would."

Aiden peered through the glass, squinting in the darkness. He saw the flicker of several monitors at the guard station and some movement.

"Fred?" he whispered, tapping on the glass. "Fred? Are you there? Open the door."

"I doubt he can hear you," Zack muttered. "If he's even there."

Suddenly, the automatic doors hissed open.

Aiden gave Zack a smug look. "Do you ever get tired of being wrong?"

Zack made no reply save for a scowl and followed Aiden into the building.

They moved towards the guard station which had most of its lights out and was pitch black. Having taken Ross' advice, it seemed that Fred had stuck his shoe in between the door and the doorframe to keep it from shutting completely. It was a good sign that he was still there.

"Hey Fred," Aiden greeted, moving towards door. "We need your help. Zack thinks he can make a distress beacon but we need access to the workshops and I don't have -"

Before he could grasp the door it suddenly swung open.

"Run!" Fred cried. There were tears in his eyes but his cheeks were flushed red. His panicked expression turned to one of utter ecstasy as his cock and balls erupted from his pants and squirted purple cum all over his shirt. It was then that Aiden saw the gargantuan canine looming behind Fred, massive cock stuck up the bull's ass and humping wildly.

Fred suddenly kicked the shoe out from the door and slammed the door shut.

"No!" Aiden cried. He hurried to the front of the guard station. Fred scrambled after him even as his legs tore right through his pants, big and beefy. He collapsed against the desk, face scrunched in a mix of pleasure and determination. His massive belly began bubbling away and as it did so, his arms began growing. Every ounce of fat he had in excess was rapidly being converted into muscle. Thick veins filled with the purplish goo pumped into his arms, ripping his shirt sleeves. The goo began seeped up from his crotch and where it touched, only solid muscle was left. His abdominals showed for the first time in years and a loud groan erupted from his throat as his spine lengthened, adding height to his growing mass.

With one last act of sanity, Fred seized the keys on his desk and tossed it through the opening in the window. The moment he did this, the goo lunged upon his head, completely encasing it. Aiden froze as the bull's horns grew, becoming far bigger than any normal bull's. A second pair even jutted out from the corners of his jaw and jabbed forward parallel to his muzzle. Though still covered in the same dark slime, there was no doubt they could gore anyone that came close. Similar spikes even erupted from Fred's elbows as they too became encased in the thick goo.

Fred's eyes opened and Aiden found himself staring straight into the red eyes of one of the infected, just half an inch of glass separating them.

"Aiden! Move!" Ross cried, seizing Aiden's arms and pulling the wolf's arms and yanking him away from the guard station.

"Shit! Fuck! Buggery-fuck!" Aiden shouted as they raced towards the stairs.

Behind them, the goo creature that had been Fred lost his shape and _seeped_through the holes in the window, piling onto the floor in front of the station. From the puddle, the spikey bull rose once more, solidifying into a mound of muscle. Beside him was the canine that had turned the bovine. They roared in unison, their voices tainted by the alien cry and charged.

"Into the elevator!" Aiden shouted. "Second floor! Second floor!"

Zack slammed his palm onto the call button of the elevator. "For the love of God, you thrice-cursed machine! No one else is here! Why won't you open!?"

Aiden spun around and lifted his nail guns. He fired them madly at the approaching infected. The creatures jerked back as the force of the nails sunk into their flesh, being absorbed into their bodies. It actually seemed that they slowed somewhat. But the more nails Aiden fired, the more their bodies seemed to grow. He stopped when the gooey mass that was Fred groaned and shot another blast of cum that landed a few feet from them.

"They slow down when they feed..." Ross murmured. "Good to know! Zack! How's that lift coming!?"

Ding!

"It's here!" cried the Palomino. "Get in! Now!"

Zack and Harris jumped into the elevator with Aiden and Ross quickly followed. Aiden practically broke the lift button as he bashed the butt of his nail gun against the '2' button. The doors began to close but the infected came rushing at them, thunderous roars filling the halls. All four students pushed themselves as far away from the doors as possible, fearful cries rising from their throats as the doors inched closed.

"Oh fuck!" Harris screamed.

Wham!

The doors suddenly closed.

"Going up."

Ross slipped onto the ground. Even a few second after he felt the lift pulling them upwards, he still couldn't breathe. Aiden knelt beside him, hit by the opposite. The wolf was hyperventilating, clutching his chest tightly.

"If we ever get out of this," Ross said, "I am never going to look at grape Jell-O the same way again."

"I'm going to methodically find every copy of The Blob and burn it," Aiden said.

Harris slumped up against the wall. "I'm going to stop looking up goo porn."

"I'm going to sue the meteorologists and astronomers that didn't warn us about this event," added Zack. "And whatever government or corporation that put us under arrest. And dandelions! I'm going to sue dandelions!"

That last statement from Zack made them all laugh, except for Zack who scowled at them as he was dead serious. Their mirth was short lived, however, as the elevator dinged and the doors swung open.

The hallway into the workshops was not empty.

Three of the goo monsters immediately turned towards them, their red eyes glowing in the darkness. Though on the other side of the hallway, their imposing size made them look so much closer.

"Run!" Aiden cried. He bolted out of the elevator as the goo monsters came rushing towards them. The others followed him out of the elevator and straight into the adjacent classroom. Harris immediately began throwing chairs and pushing desks up against the door in the hope of keeping the monsters out.

"That won't stop them!" Zack shouted. "They can change their shape!"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Harris let out a girlish yelp and staggered back away from the door. Some of the goo squirted from the gaps in the doorframe and began bleeding in.

"Where do we go!? How do we get out of here!?"

Ross looked around the classroom. He spotted the emergency exit but shook his head at the idea. That was the only exit in the room and was likely where the goo creatures would go first. If they were spotted in the exit's stairwell, they were doomed. He did, however, spot a ventilation shaft.

"Up there!" he shouted. "We can take that."

He hurried towards the shaft and pulled the nearby desk to just below it. The desk supported his weight easily enough and with his height, it was easy enough to pull the grate out. The shaft was more than big enough to fit him and he easily jumped in and crawled through. He even had enough room to spin around and pull Zack up. Aiden had a little bit more trouble due to his bulk but that posed a dilemma.

"I'll never fit!" Harris exclaimed.

"You can try!" Aiden shouted, holding out his hand towards the bear. "Come on."

Harris spun, glancing over his shoulder as his makeshift barricade was slowly covered in the purplish black goo. Then, he bent down and picked up the grate cover.

"Go," he told Aiden. "Get out of here. I'll hold them off for as long as possible."

"What!? No!"

"Just do it, dweeb!" shouted Harris. He pushed the grate over the vent, blocking out Aiden. "You better make it out of this alive or I swear to God, I'm gonna fuck your ass!"

Aiden could only watch on wordlessly as Harris quickly jumped off the table and pushed it back into position to hide any evidence that the rest of the group had escaped. The bear quickly bolted to the right, heading for the emergency exit. Just as he reached it, a loud roar cut through the classroom. The goo creatures were reforming past the barricade, cocks erect as always. They immediately saw Harris and shot towards him, leaping over desks and chairs with an agility that belied their immense forms.

Harris shot down the emergency exit and froze for a second as he saw the walls and much of the stairs were covered in the same purplish goo. He grit his teeth and hurried down. He didn't even make it one step before a big, thick, pulsing tentacle wrapped around his arms and pulled him back into the classroom.

"No!" he screamed but with his muzzle open, another tentacle shoved its dick down his throat. The hot goo was immediately pumped into Harris' stomach and thus through his blood stream. The goo took hold of his blood flow and seeped into his brain. Hormones were driven into overdrive, giving him a sort of second puberty that hit him in a matter of minutes.

His muscles bulged and grew. Any traces of fat on his body was instantly metabolised by the goo, making it grow and spread all over his body. The hormones naturally sent him into a powerful sexual high that he had never experienced before even with Sheldon. The euphoria of the moment dulled his mind and opened him up to the infection. Though every muscle in his body was tense with growth, his mind was putty for the goo to mould and take over. It whispered soothing thoughts into his psyche even as it penetrated his ass with another tentacle from the assaulting goo monster. The dark fluids spread all over his body and the first signs of it fully emerge was the shredding of his pants and the emergence of his huge pulsing cock.

Dark slime poured out of his engorged dick, his mutated balls working overtime to spread more of the corruptive seed over the helpless bear even as the same seed was pumped all over his body. Harris groaned with every inch that was added to the length of his spine. Just as with Sheldon, the slime that fell on his chest ignored his expanding torso and instead migrated to his flanks. There, the formed large mounds of muscle reminiscent of shoulders. From there, the shoulders stretched forward, growing huge biceps and triceps followed by meaty forearms. Harris' hips bucked in ecstasy as a thumb popped out of the palm that grew at the ends of his new appendages. His cock shot a heavy load twice, one for each thumb. Two new fingers joined the thumbs and again, he was forced into another mind shattering orgasm. Most of his face was entirely covered in the black goo by the time his middle fingers joined their brothers. The goo quickly closed in on his eyes, forcing him to shut them. The last thing he saw was his two new, muscular arms stretching out before him, another finger joining his palms and another shower of purple cum raining down on him. But even in the darkness, he could feel his cock shooting its last load, heralding his awakening as one of the newest victims of the goo.

His initiator slipped its tentacle cocks from his muzzle and ass. Each little movement sent another wave of cum shooting from his erect dick. With his muzzle free, Harris could finally let out the lustful roar that he had been holding in. His lower arms seized his titanic dick, spraying it all over the emergency exit door while his two upper arms squeezed at his nipples, bringing his sexual high into newer levels and sending another wave of cum pouring down the stairwell.

The beast that Harris had become turned to see his brothers, eyes red and glowing just like theirs. His brother with the tentacles pressed one such appendage against his shoulder where it melded with his flesh. Another one standing to his left pressed a paw on his other arm, his fingers melding with the bear's gooey skin. The tentacle brother pressed another tendril against the flesh of the third beast.

With the connection made, a voice rang out in Harris' mind.

"Where did they go?"

Harris replied in kind. "They're going to the workshop."

"Then we must go after them. We must feed and reproduce. Consume and cum."

"Consume and cum," chanted the others. "Consume and cum."

"Consume and cum," Harris intoned.

******

Ross dropped into the workshop with a loud 'oof'. Thankfully, the broad, open space that smelled of sawdust and singed electrical wire was completely empty. At a Friday night, all such facilities were locked down. No one on campus was allowed in the facilities even for extra work simply because of the dangerous power tools that remained inside. That worked to their advantage as the door was securely locked and none of the infected had thought to look at this section yet.

The roller shutters had been drawn down, ensuring that even when he switched on the lights, they would not be seen from the outside.

"Think you guys can make the distress beacon now?" he asked.

"Of course we can," Zack responded.

Aiden, still visibly shaken from Harris' sacrifice, barely managed a nod.

"Good. Get started. I'll keep a look out."

The two began to work, trying to keep as quiet as possible though even then, then it was still fairly loud as Aiden hammered a few pieces together and Zack tapped on a keyboard.

"We need a transmitter..." Zack whispered.

"I made one in my first week," Aiden responded. He went to one of the lockers on the far wall and pulled out a device. "Here, I got it."

"Thanks."

Ross' ears perked and he turned back towards Zack. "Did you just thank Aiden."

Zack looked up from his console, adjusting his glasses again. "Yes. Is that not the social convention?"

"It is. But I've just never heard you actually thank him before despite all the shit he does for you."

Zack frowned before turning back towards his work. "I suppose I have been taking advantage of your and Aiden's friendship over all this time. You are my... social buffer of sorts. I am awkward and perhaps not the most adept when it comes to social interactions. You two help me in that sense. You, Ross, more than Aiden."

"That almost sounded like a compliment," Aiden grumbled. He tinkered with the transmitter briefly and then connected it to another device. From there, he strapped it together with some electrical tape. It was no bigger than Ross' paw. "Here. I added a recording device. We should be able to record a message on it and then let it start transmitting."

"That's brilliant. Thank you." Zack's eyes lowered. "Aiden, I know I often belittle your skills as a man who prefers to work with his hands but that is only because I see so much potential in you that I cannot understand why you would waste it doing something as menial as building devices that greater, smarter men design."

Aiden grunted and turned around but Zack quickly seized his wrist.

"But I now see that it is not a matter of you demeaning yourself to a lower level." The Palomino gave him a faint smile. "It's more about you getting the best of both worlds. You have the genius to design these wonderful machines and the drive to build it yourself instead of relying on some dumb, hackneyed ingrate to misinterpret your instructions. I truly wish I was more like you."

Aiden huffed loudly but his features did soften. "Thanks. Now if you could drop the insulting commentary on the others that take the same course as I do, then I'm sure we'll get you laid by winter break."

Zack smiled faintly and returning to his programming. He didn't take long before he nodded and picked up the transmitter. "There. I've found a frequency close enough to the emergency broadcast frequency that we should be easily found. The only problem here is that we do not know how long we will have to wait until rescue. I am not sure how long the city will have power or how long until rescue comes for us."

With a grunt, Aiden unstrapped the large battery from his back and began tinkering with the wires. When he was done, he asked for the transmitter and hooked it up to the batter.

"There," he announced, holding it up. "The batter was built for cars. It should last for a long time with this little thing."

One thing Ross did notice, however, was that now Aiden's nail guns were no longer attached to the battery. "Aiden, your guns."

Aiden shrugged and gave him a lopsided smile. "Come on. You guys will protect me, right?"

Ross opened his muzzle to reply in an affirmative but he caught sight of something red flashing from the vent that they had emerged from.

"Aiden -!"

A jet of black goo suddenly erupted from the vent and slammed straight into Aiden, sending him crashing to the ground. The transmitter flew out of his paws. Ross bolted for it and dove. He snatched it out of the air and crashed to the ground right in front of Aiden. They were just inches apart so he could clearly see the horror in Aiden's eyes. But that horror was quickly replaced with lust as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a loud moan. Though the goo was rolling off his shoulders, it was also collecting towards his exposed fur, seeping into his paws. Ross could see the bulge in Aiden's crotch getting bigger and bigger by the second.

"G - G - Go..." the wolf moaned. "B - B - But first... Pneumonic tube... get me a canister!"

Ross wasn't sure what he was talking about but Zack clearly did. He snatched a bright red tube from a stack beside a pneumonic tube built within the structure to send mail from one side of the building to the other in the old days. Though it was rarely used these days, it was used enough to have a stack of canisters. Aiden took it from Zack and poured some of the goo dropping off his shoulders into it. He then sealed it shut and tossed it to Zack.

"Your sample," the wolf growled. His back hunched over. The muscles across his shoulders surged outwards, tearing his shirt cross his back. He then reached into his pocket and tossed Ross the ring of keys from Fred. "F-f-fuck! Get out of here! Aaaaaaaah!"

Ross' eyes widened when the bulge across Aiden's shoulder suddenly grew. His flesh and fur was completely covered in the purplish goo but it didn't just stop at covering it. The fluids morphed and twisted. First a nose emerged from the writhing mass, rising from the twister to give way to a canine muzzle complete with sharp teeth and long, flat tongue simply dripping with the goo. Next came the angular features that matched Aiden's down to the big, triangular ears. Aiden stared in horror his twin head that had grown out of his shoulder just inches from his face. The creature's eyes opened, bright red just like any of the infected. It flashed a toothy grin at Aiden and pressed its lips against the wolf's. Aiden struggled with all his might but mixed with the overwhelming pressure building in his pants, he couldn't hold on much longer.

He stole one last glance at Ross and Zack fleeing out of the door and bolting away before the immense pleasure building in his pants erupted clear out of the denim and shot hot, purple-black cum across the floor. The orgasm sent him crashing into the puddle of dark cum and he rolled onto his back. His right paw was no longer his own to control as he gently reached around the back of his head and pulled it closer to meet the gooey lips of his twin. He watched as the entire appendage tripled in size, gaining more muscle definition. Biceps as large as watermelons were complimented by triceps as hard as cinderblocks. His forearms could outmatch steel pumps and his paws were as big as entire chairs. Strangely, the grip was gentle, almost comforting. Then pain erupted on the left side of his neck and he tore away from the lips of the gooey head, letting out cry. The shout became one of ecstasy as his cock blasted dark seed all over his chest. He caught sight of a third head clamping down on his neck. Pack instincts took over and he realised he was being dominated... by himself!

He gave one last cry of defiance but as if the creature knew what he was thinking, it caused his cock to shoot for a third time, weakening his resolve. He groaned, voice deepening rapidly while his chest expanded. Muscles that were rendered firm by years of basketball bulged into bodybuilder like proportions. His abdominals which had never been that showy, popped up one by one as they became covered in this thick, purple goo, forming a rigid row of blocks just beneath his mountainous pectorals. His paws seized his throbbing cock, bringing forth another blast of cum that struck his face directly. The darkness overwhelmed him but not before he saw a big four-armed bear creature stepping rising from the puddle of goo that had poured from the air vents. Even with his head completely encased, he still tried kicking out with his legs. But one last blast of cum from his eighteen inch dick killed all defiance and rendered his limbs limp for the goo to easily take over.

Moments later, Aiden opened his eyes, now completely red and glowing with an unearthly glow. He rose from the ground, the goo that had initially infected him seeping into his huge, bare feet, adding more mass to his already thick, muscular legs. Beneath him, the tiles looked like they had been eroded down to the concrete.

The four armed bear suddenly approached him and pressed his lips against Aiden's. Aiden's two other heads licked their lips and bit down on the bull's shoulders. It was not necessary to establish the link but it was appreciated none the less.

"Harris," Aiden said. It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes," the bear responded.

"So we were right. The cum we produce provides us with nourishment to produce more."

"Yes. Now we must find the others. We must consume and cum."

"Consume and cum."

******

Ross stumbled, having to catch himself against the wall while he desperately tried to fill his lungs with air. He wasn't even sure if he had actually taken a good breath since he had escaped the workshop.

"Aiden..." he whimpered.

A loud roar erupted from behind him and he wondered if that was his best friend coming after them.

"Come on!" Zack shouted, seizing his arm. "We have to get to the labs!"

"What's the point!?" Ross shouted back, yanking his arm away. "So what if we lock ourselves in there? What if we turn on the transmitter and call for help? From what you've seen, do you really think that we'll be saved? The fucking _military_couldn't fend them off! The whole _town_has gone to the goo and for all you know, there's going to be a fucking nuclear strike that'll hit this place and vaporise us all!"

Another roar sounded down the hall and it sounded so much closer now.

Zack glanced over his shoulder at the stairwell. "We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope," he said. Turning back towards Ross, he said, "Martin Luther King, Jr."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ross growled.

The Palomino knelt in front of the coyote and held his shoulders tightly. "It means that life is going to throw shit at us but we must _never_stop trying to make things better. We have to keep hoping."

"What if there is nothing to hope for but a swift end?"

Zack took a deep breath and offered him a shaking grin. "I've always been a man who trusted mathematics, logic and statistics to guide my every move. I play it by the numbers. I roll in favour of the side that has the highest probability of winning. But for the first time in my life, I find that I am not favouring the side with the bigger number because that side is the one that ends up with me losing."

"That's your version of hope, huh?"

The equine gave him a shaky smile. "Even if there was a 99.99% chance that it's going to rain tomorrow, there's still those few people that are going to believe in that 0.01% chance that the sun is going shine through. For me, that's hope." He shrugged absently. "It's stupid but that's hope. And right now, that's all I've got. You've got to find your own."

Another roar sounded and both men looked back towards the hallway. A big, lumbering canine rounded the corner. Its enormous mass was heavily muscled to compensate for the three heads that sprung from its shoulder. One of the heads spotted them and let out a bark, calling the attention of the other two.

"Aiden..." Ross gasped. Somehow, he just knew it was his best friend. "You're right, Zack," he said, scrambling to his feet. "Let's get out of here!"

Finding a sudden burst of strength in his legs, Ross bolted down the hallway even as Aiden let out another roar. Zack was right beside him as they dashed for the stairwell. He dared a glance over his shoulder and let out a cry as Aiden's form transformed into an amorphous torrent of purplish goo, racing towards them like a colossal tsunami. Only this tsunami had three enormous lupine heads leading the charge, snarling and snapping at them.

Zack abruptly stopped and turned around.

"Zack!" Ross cried.

"I'm not sacrificing myself!" he shouted and yanked out the makeshift Taser that Aiden - ironically - had made for him. He stabbed it forward and switched it on. Aiden's form touched the Taser's tip. The monster suddenly let out a pained roar as bolts of bluish-white electricity danced all over its body. The blob suddenly collapsed to the ground in a huge puddle.

"What do you know, electricity nullifies them," Zack said.

"You didn't know!?"

"Nope," answered the equine with a shaky grin. "Hope."

Ross was about to reply when caught movement in the puddle. Aiden was reforming. "Zack! Move it!"

Zack saw one Aiden's lupine heads start to emerge from the goo, an arm quickly following, and he spun around, hurrying towards the stairwell. Just like the other stairwells, the walls and some of the stairs itself were covered in the purple goo. However, now with a form of fighting it, Zack led the charge and zapped the goo which seemed to be have an aversion to the electricity. They hurried down a single floor to where the chemistry majors ran their classes.

They burst into the first floor of the building. Ross winced at the sight of the walls covered in the thick, purple goo. There were a few spots on the floor free but they were few and far between. Zack took the lead and zapped at the goo, forcing it to recede somewhat to give them more room to move but their progress was slowed as they played hopscotch with the free spaces. Their hearts began pumping hard when another roar echoing from the stairwell.

Ross dared a glance over his shoulder just in time to see Aiden's gooey mass come cascading down the stairs and rapidly reform at the entrance. His three heads snarled and bolted forward. He was slower, however, as he crossed the puddles of creep all over the floors and walls. But as he did cross them, he grew bigger and bigger, absorbing more of the mass into himself.

"Zack! Hurry!" Ross cried.

Zack reached the lab and immediately turned to Ross. "We need the keys! The one from the security guard!"

Ross leapt ahead of Zack and quickly swiped Fred's pass over the card reader. "Come on..." he begged. The reader beeped and the door made an unlocking noise. "Yes!" He pushed open the door and immediately spun around to let Zack in.

But just as he turned, the thick mass of Aiden collided with the Palomino, crash tackling him to the ground. The transmitter few out of Zack's hand and landed a short distance away inside the lab. The battery that Zack was carrying dropped to the ground.

"Zaaaaaack!"

Ross panicked and dragged the battery into the room before he immediately shut the door. A loud hiss filled his ears as room was immediately sealed tight, preventing any form of intrusion. He backed away from the door in fear, heart pounding.

WHAM!

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Zack's form was slammed hard against the window. The equine was completely naked and his cock was painfully erect. The dark slime framed him but had yet to completely consume him. But his eyes were full of fear and locked directly with Ross'. Then he shut his eyes as his cock began to twitch unnaturally. Black slime began oozing out of the tip. Zack was suddenly dragged back into the darkness beyond the window to a chorus of roars mixed with his cries.

"Oh fuck... Oh shit..." Ross whimpered, taking a few more steps back away from the door.

WHAM!

Zack was slammed against the window yet again. His cock was _enormous_rising up to his chest. Normally flat as an ironing board, his entire upper torso now showed a thick, veiny mass of muscle that was not there before. As the seconds ticked by, the same black ooze crept out of his nipples and began spreading all over his body. His legs throbbed, each beat adding more and more muscle to him.

His face was still relatively untouched though his eyes had a faint red glow in their pupils.

He mouthed something through the glass.

'Hope'.

Then he was yanked back into the goo.

Ross found some strength in his legs to stagger forward towards the window.

WHAM!

Zack struck the glass again, most of his body coated in the goo. Only his head remained and it was arched back in immeasurable pleasure with the goo rapidly advancing on him. Strangely, his body was patched with thick metal plates like armour. It was attached to his shoulders, wrapped around his forearms and thighs. A tiny bolt of electricity danced from the plates. Zack let out one last cry of ecstasy before the goo completely took over his features, turning his eyes completely red and washing away what little resistance remained. His cock blew a tremendous load all over the window, covering the glass completely and sparing Ross from what final parts of his transformation.

The coyote still dared to press a paw up against the window, his entire body feeling weak and numb.

Then, something on the other side pressed past the goo. It was an enormous paw. To the left of it was another paw... and another and another, totalling five. Each of them seemed to be sucking the cum straight off the window, the purple goo seeping into their fingers and giving a clear view of the owners of those appendages.

Ross' eyes widened.

The paw that was just over his was that of Aiden's. The big, three headed wolf was staring directly at him with all three pairs of his eyes. Beside Aiden was Zack, plated with metal and electrical bolts dancing between those plates. To Aiden's left was Harris, the big bear looking like a tank with his four arms. Just beside Harris was the big horned bull, Fred, and behind the bear was the four-legged Sheldon. All of them were pressing their paws or hands against the window.

At first, Ross thought it was just so that they could absorb the cum...

... but then... they kept their paws there.

Like they were trying to communicate with him.

Ross took a step back away from the window, pulling his paw down but they kept their paws there.

He found his gaze going to Harris...

"You think... You think Zack is right? That Sheldon might still be in that thing?"

Then it went to Aiden.

"Come on, man. Do you want to take any chances? Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, right?"

And finally, to Zack.

"It's stupid but that's hope. And right now, that's all I've got. You've got to find your own."

Ross regarded the canister in his paws containing the sample of the goo.

"Find my hope, huh?" he whispered to himself softly. He took a few steps back away from the window.

Then, he twisted the cap off the pneumonic canister and stared at the writhing mass inside. It seemed obsessed with getting out. He took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Slowly, he tipped his head back and tilted the canister towards his muzzle, At first, he didn't want to open his muzzle but slowly, he pried his lips open.

The goo seemed to sense his submission and it lunged straight for his throat, shooting down his muzzle. His eyes snapped open and he gasped. The moment caused him to choke a little as his airways were temporarily blocked by the living goo as it hurried down into his stomach so it could spread all over the rest of his body. He clutched his throat, fighting back tears as he subdued his gag reflex. That gave the salty tasting goo easier passage and he felt it sliding down his throat.

Ross knelt, heavy tear drops soaking into his fur. He felt his knees go weak but not from any signs of infection. Rather from the heavy weight of his choice. The cold, hard floor pressed up against his knees. He looked up from where he knelt and saw his friends lowering their paws from the window, staring at him intently with those bright, red eyes. Their stares added an extra ten pounds to the invisible weight on his shoulders, driving him further and further to the ground. A shudder went through his body. That same faint tingling went through his body, that strange sensation that something was crawling beneath his fur and skin. He wondered if this was the feeling that Sheldon felt as he constantly scratched at himself.

The weight on his shoulders became so overwhelming that he was forced to his paws and knees, the canister rolling away from him. He squeezed his eyes shut, just praying that there would be no pain. The tingling and the crawling gathered across his back. He squeezed his eyes shut as his shirt began to tighten. The loud rip that cut through the lab froze his heart. He let out a faint whimper.

The touch of something wet and cold pressed against his cheek and he dared to open his eyes. For the second time, his heart froze though it melted almost immediately. The pulsating purplish tendril tipped with an unmistakable phallic shape had the faintest glimmer of a tear on it bulbous head. Slowly, the tentacle brushed against his cheek one more time, wiping away the tear that welled up at the corner of his eye. Then, with the gentleness of a lover, it traced a line across his lips. Small droplets of the thick, purplish black liquid seeped out of the tip and dribbled into onto his tongue. Perhaps it was instinct or perhaps it was just the sign of final submission but Ross opened his muzzle and let the monster in.

The tentacle guided its tip into his muzzle, slowly, gently. The moment it had secured itself there, a steady flow of a warm, thick, salty fluid began pumping down his throat. He could feel it, whatever it was, gliding down his throat and spreading through his system even before it hit his stomach. Its heat spread across his body, the tingling intensifying to the point where it felt like his every muscle was gently being massaged from the inside. Every part of his body began to relax and he tumbled to the ground on his back. Above him, he saw the reflective ceiling of the lab and his reflection.

Four of the tentacles had sprung from his back, each one explicitly connected to him. A faint blush was on his cheeks as another one of the tentacles began to spread its dark goo over his crotch. Another two began to slowly wrap around his legs, gently prying them apart. They didn't need to as he willingly spread his legs. The heat all over his body began to build and build but no more than the rising volcano in his pants. He let out a muffled moan, his paws immediately reaching for his pants. He had barely managed to unbuckle his belt when another loud rip met his ears.

The monster that rose from his crotch was not a member he was familiar with but as he ran his paw over is massive, purplish-black length, there was no denying the immense pleasure he drew from his touch on his dick. He groaned, hips bucking as his cock grew and grew. His paws were tightly gripped around its width, stroking it madly. With every stroke, the beast lengthened, rising and rising. Each pump upwards pulled the cock further towards his head but every retreat down towards the base spread the infection across his body. He watched as the dark goo washed over his balls, filling it with that immense warmth that just melted all of his resistances. The goo seeped into his flesh, pushing into his balls and filling them with the same goo. The moment it touched the organs, it began converting every drop of semen into the same slime that covered the rest of its surface. More and more of the goo kept pumping into his balls, the gurgling spheres growing and growing to the size of basketballs.

It quickly spread across his legs, the thick quads and hamstrings relaxing entirely into the goo. For the briefest of moments, it felt like his upper legs had liquefied like he was just floating in a sea of gelatine. Then he felt a tightness against his legs, immediately flexing them. Another loud rip filled his ears and this time he watched as the remnants of his pants were torn down its seams, revealing the massive, purple black, smooth substance beneath. Even with the slick surface, it was possible to see the thick, defined muscles across every inch of the pulsating muscles. Ross flexed one leg and then the other, observing with glee as the muscles bounced across his new, deep purple form.

His toes curled in ecstasy as the goo slowly slipped down his legs, a steady and sensual massage that was also mind-blowingly erotic. Every inch that the goo advanced was sent a wave of pleasure rolling up his legs and straight to his cock like his dick was celebrating new grounds that were conquered. Immense strength filled his new goo-covered limbs as his legs stretched and widened, adding more to his overall height. He let out a loud grunt and bucked his hips as the goo surged forward and wrapped itself over his feet. Bones and muscle should have painfully snapped and agonisingly shredded as the appendage grew bigger and bigger to fit his new size but it was immensely pleasurable, like he was stretching his muscles for the first time and with it, came another wave of cum shooting from his dick.

His thoughts were brought away from his legs when he felt something thick and wet press up against his muzzle. He saw the length of his own dick pushing up against his nose, throbbing with need and almost begging to be let in. Even with the tentacle still in his muzzle, Ross still attempted to open his jaw to let the monstrous member in. He first managed to just get the tip into his crammed jaw but with that little contact, the dark goo began to spread. It wreathed his muzzle, covering it entirely and spreading all over his features. Again, it felt like his face was floating in the goo. He was forced to close his eyes as a wave of darkness spread over his vision. The warmth it gave off was like a blanket, slowly closing in around his head. The parts of his flesh not covered felt cold and exposed. It was only when his entire head was fully enclosed did he feel completed and opened his eyes. They shone a bright red in a sea of black.

Its job done, the tentacle pulled away from his muzzle while he still suckled on his cock with his newly freed jaw. At this point, Ross was mindlessly humping the air as more and more of his cum came pouring out of his cock and soaked into his chest fur. The corrupted black goo spread over his pectorals, seeping into the muscles and feeding them with new, raw strength. They bulged and grew to an immense size. Supporting his pecs were his washboard abs, eight perfect squares that a ruler could be measured off. He groaned lustily as his back filled up to accommodate the growth in his chest. He was forced to stumble onto his paws and knees as his back muscles surged outwards, building into enormous mounts before the goo seeped over it and gave it a pleasure, purple sheen. His arms shook before they morphed into enormous steel corded pylons of raw muscles made solid by the goo.

His cock flopped out of his muzzle, a satisfied gasp erupting from his throat. With a roar, his dick let out let out one last titanic blast. His corruptive seed splashed all over his body, leaving him in a warming embrace.

Ross was in bliss but there was still work to be done. He rose to his feet, his tentacles acting at his will. They pulled the door open and immediately hovered over one of Aiden's muzzles. The three-headed lupine willingly took the phallic tube into his muzzle, suckling on it and sending a few squirts of dark cum out of Ross' mammoth dick.

"Aiden. We missed you."

"We are always here, Ross. But we missed you too."

"We still have much work to do, don't we?"

"A lot. We will convert the rest of the campus. There are still a few stragglers hiding in the dorms. You start the transmitter."

"We will," chuckled Ross."And we will consume and cum."

"Consume and cum," Aiden answered.

Ross pulled his tentacle out of Aiden's jaw. The lupine turned and began lumbering down the hall, the others splitting off into other directions to find their prey. As for Ross, the goo all over his body began to shift and bubble, ripples running all over its surface. Slowly, the dark purple slime gave way to smooth, silky red fur, retreating deep into his skin. The tentacles sank into his back, disappearing from view for the moment.

With a smile, the seemingly normal though naked coyote stepped towards the transmitter and picked it up. His ham-sized hand could've crushed it so easily. He looked upwards at his reflection in the mirror-like ceiling, smirking at his new titanic build. He would be hard pressed to convince anyone he was really normal but by the time they tried to figure it out, they would be too late. They at least wouldn't easily mistake him for one of his friends now that he wasn't covered in the goo.

He pressed a button on the transmitter and held it to his lips.

"Hello. If anyone can hear this. We're trapped in the science lab of Summerview College. Level 1 of the Delores Technology Building. There are these monsters everywhere. We're sealed in and none of them can get through but we can't get out either. Please help. We're scared."

With a devilish grin, he set the transmitter down and switched it on.

He licked his lips, eyes flashing red.