Biohazard Remake - Chapter Four
#5 of Biohazard Remake
The actions of one of the six survivors result in their numbers dropping, and Warren makes his re-appearance after having been given the Gamma virus by Erick.
Biohazard: San Marcos
Chapter Four: Changing
"Oh shit, I forgot something. I'll meet you out front," Robert curses. David nods in agreement, then heads towards the front door. Robert slowly trails back into the hallway, where no one is watching him. He pulls that small electronic device out of his pocket that had come in the package he received two days ago, recalling what the letter said: 'If, for any reason, the experiment is compromised and unable to proceed as planned, activate this device.' Flipping the switch on the radio device, a soft yellow light begins blinking, transmitting its location to the Almae Biologistics building. Robert grins as he carefully sets it down next to the door of the lab, then hurrying to meet up with David. "Alright, let's hit it."
As the sun starts to descend towards the horizon again, Erick starts to stir from his sleep, eyes slowly opening to the sight of his massive dick pointing eagerly towards the ceiling. The lion growls appreciatively at the sight, before stretching out and rising from the pool, the cum of his infected slowly sliding off his fur and back into the pool below him. The Betas that fed him last night were huddled in the corner, sleeping next to and atop one another in a pile of exhausted muscle, working to recover their strength after giving so much of it to their Master. Erick shook off the rest of the cum from his fur, the white and black fluid splattering out onto the walls and ceiling in ribbons, grinning a bit as he walks back into his office.
As he passes through the double door, his ears twitch, hearing a soft tone repeating from his computer. The lion growls quietly, wondering what the hell it could have been, or how long it could have been going off; ever since Warren had to be relocated to the warehouse due to his growth, there wasn't anyone near as anal-retentive to such alerts around in the building. Betas could only reason things through to a certain level, after all. Muscular tree trunk legs carry the Alpha around the desk to his chair, settling down in it as he regards the computer screen and the alert. That's when a huge grin spreads across his lips. That little dealer might have just proved invaluable, after all. Erick's finger presses a button on his intercom system. "Warren," he calls out into the device, watching the signal to make sure it stays steady and on. "My Lord?" comes the return answer, deeper in bass, but still as smooth and prim-sounding as ever. "Our little drug mule has activated the beacon. It's at a lab on 51st and Central. The location leads us to believe the nonbelievers are there. If 'Dissolution' is being worked on there, there is no other we would trust with this task than you," Erick purrs into the intercom, this news clearly pleasing to him. "My Lord, it shall be my pleasure," the voice replies from the other side of the conversation, powerful thudding footsteps echoing from the warehouse intercom as Warren moves out.
Both Paul and Chris look frustrated as they return to the laboratory, two dufflebags shared between them as they open the door to the clinic. "That was a fucking waste," Chris growls once the door is shut. "Not only did we waste the good majority of the day, I don't know if two shotguns, some handguns, and firecrackers are really going to cut it if these things arrive in force." Paul seems far less worried about the weaponry as he does David, starting to round the corner as Zachary does, peeking around the corner to make sure it wasn't an Omega or looter. "Oh, it's you guys," the raccoon says, exhaling in relief. "Is David back?" Paul asks, looking worried as the raccoon shakes his head. Zach then turns his attention to Chris. "Um, Gregory says he wants to talk to you," Zach informs the white tiger, who nods and starts heading back to the lab. Paul grimaces, waiting for the tiger to show up as Zach more closely examines the blinking device he found in the hallway, curious as to just what it was, as he walks back to the lab.
"How's the progress coming?" Chris asks as he walks into the lab, Gregory raising up a vial with a deep blue liquid inside. "I'm pretty sure we have a base for the antivirus, and that's the good news," Gregory sighs, seeming rather displeased. The white tiger dreads to ask with that look on Greg's face, raising a brow at the cheetah. "And the bad?" Greg moves forward and says in as hushed a tone as possible, "We're going to need to get back to Almae Biologistics to finish it off. The stuff they have here is good, but nowhere near sophisticated enough to refine 'Dissolution' to the point that it would work the way we need it to." That was not what Chris wanted to hear. The white tiger paces back and forth a bit, thinking on their next course of action as Zachary walks back into the lab. Stopping in his tracks, Chris stares at the blinking device in the raccoon's hands, his eyes widening a bit. "Where the hell did you get that?" he asks, the urgency in his tone plain for the other two to hear. "Oh, it was in the hall when I went out to check and see who came in," the raccoon says, confused. "I thought you guys dropped it when you left, maybe?" The white tiger actually looks fearful with the news. "Shut it off. We need to leave. Now."
David races down the streets as fast as he can, his backpack strapped around his chest as he speeds along. He arrives at the corner of the block with the lab on it, scanning the street to make sure no infected are in the road, before he starts moving more stealthily to avoid bringing noise back towards the lab. But that's when he hears it: a heavy thud-thud, sounding in the distance. Then another pair. Another. Each set of sounds was drawing closer to his location, the tiger hiding behind a car so that he could try to see what was approaching. Maybe it was the army or something, but it sounded more like...The tiger gapes at the sight as he watches a cock as thick as a person's whole body, and twice as long come through at the intersection before the owner of it does. The cock thuds down on the ground with a thundering noise, the scales coating the whole of the length leaving it absolutely unharmed, followed swiftly by a similar-sounding noise as the armadillo's foot steps forward. The armadillo is as tall as some of the nearby buildings, and definitely taller than the one story ones, his hand gripping the top of one building as he rounds around the intersection to stand in it, his musculature heaving with each movement he makes. Tall enough to see around the car, the armadillo flashes a grin at the tiger, yellow eyes narrowing as he recognizes him. Warren grins, purring out, "Courier..." His voice gently vibrates the ground under David's feet, but not enough to stop the tiger from gritting his teeth and sprinting the rest of the way to the lab. Paul arrives at the door just moments before he does, staring first at David, and then at the massive, building-high muscled armadillo, cock bobbing threateningly as he seems to leisurely pursue the tiger. "Come on!" Paul growls, grabbing the tiger by the wrist again and hauling him along for the second time in two days. The pair rush down the hallway, rounding the corner as they hear the armadillo bellowing out in a deep, primal sound to the air around them.
Zachary throws the back door open as Paul and David race to catch up with the three already down the hallway, but then yelps and tries to shut it again, backpedaling. It was too late, though, the Omega coyote grabbing the raccoon by the throat with one hand and hauling him out to slam him by his back against the wall. The coyote pants eagerly at the promise of more relief, his huge knotted cock jabbing at the pants-covered ass of the raccoon, his free hand moving to tug down the raccoon's pants. Gregory and Chris run ahead, ignoring the caught young raccoon to take advantage of the cover that it afforded them, the lab building starting to quake behind them as Warren pulls himself up on the brick building to look over it at the escapees. "N-No, don't leave me!" Zac whimpers, reaching towards the two as he feels his pants come down. But then Paul and David burst out of the door beside him, Paul rearing back with one of the two shotguns they found to smash the coyote in the head with the butt of it. The coyote snarls in pain and looses his grip upon Zac, but his cock was positioned too close to make a difference. The raccoon drops, and is speared by gravity on the coyote's cock, three inches of the thick tapered tip jamming up into him and beginning to flood his insides with infected cum. The Omega's face goes from pain to that drugged bliss as his arms slowly return to the raccoon, starting to fuck him rapidly as he ignores the giraffe and tiger. "I'm sorry," Paul says, grimacing at Zachary, grabbing David to rush further ahead. The raccoon is crying openly now as he's left behind, his cock hardening despite himself as the coyote keeps fucking deeper and deeper, heedless of the pain it causes the much smaller raccoon.
Chris draws his handgun and fires at Omegas that are starting to make their presence known through broken windows and from alleyways around them, aiming for either the legs or the head to cripple them. Gregory points down the street, spotting a manhole. "Sewer entrance!" he cries, Paul and David catching up with them as they see even Omegas coming from blocks away. Warren chuckles quietly as he watches the scene, acting like a spectator to the Omegas he called down upon them, eager to see if they could survive such overwhelming odds. "The smaller tiger is our Master's. You're free to fuck the others as much as you'd like, though," the armadillo calls out so calmly to his Master's flock, finally starting to step from around the building to move down the streets and catch up with the escaping four. Omegas weren't known for their precision, so he might need to intervene if they went after David on impulse.
Chris fires a few more shots, eyes widening as he realizes the sheer numbers of Omegas that are converging on their location. "Crowbar!" he snarls to Paul, who fishes it out of his bag and tosses it ahead of him towards Gregory. Gregory grabs the bar out of midair, starting to pry the manhole open as the other three men surround him, drawing their own weapons to aim and try to fight back the tide of panting, flexing muscle and infected cocks that were drawing ever closer to them. "Got it!" the cheetah announces excitedly, popping the metal lid off and diving down the hole. David follows next, then Paul. Chris throws his handgun at one Omega that gets too close, the muscular otter snarling and shaking his head as the weapon smashes into his nose. The white tiger jumps in after the rest of them, his tail narrowly missed by an Omega cheetah's hand. Paul helps Chris to his feet as David keeps his gun trained on the open sewer entrance, though it appears none of the Omegas can fit in there, their muscled bodies straining to widen or break through the metal ring, but unable to do so. They all pant and snarl above them, yellow eyes trained on the four. "Part," they hear a deep voice command, then the heavy thudding as the armadillo lowers onto all fours to look into the sewer like it was a peephole.
"You know, you don't have to side with those heretics," the armadillo warns the courier he recognized out of the group. "Their fate is sealed; they can't help you. Eventually, you either get caught and turned into an Omega, or you serve a higher purpose by yielding to me right now, but you will be converted, either way." David narrows his eyes, staring up at the yellow eye gazing in at him, before he ignores it and starts walking away, the other three following him. Since the infected can't squeeze in here, they use the brief moment to catch their breath and slowly get some distance from them and the armadillo. "Now what?" the tiger asks. "We need to get back to where this all started. The Almae Biologistics building," Gregory sighs, all four hearing the heavy thuds of Warren as he starts to leave down the street. The four sigh in relief, but that's when they hear it: thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-Thud. THUD-THUD. Then silence, all four tensing in anticipation, when then they hear a heavy crash, and the pleasured moan of the armadillo. David turns to look as they see the aftermath of the armadillo's running jump and thrust of his cock towards the manhole, forcing that length into the sewer as the massive cockhead destroys the opening and burrows steadily through the tunnel towards them. Above them, Warren is digging his feet into the ground, teeth baring as he uses every drop of his strength to keep forcing his length after them, destroying the ceiling of the tunnel and roads with his scaled length as the gaping maw in the armadillo's cocktip crawls closer to the four uninfected.
Paul grabs David and starts to run with him again, the two already have been left behind by Chris and Gregory who run ahead of them again. The giraffe was starting to get fed up with them, eyes narrowing at their back. First the raccoon, then either him or David? It was becoming apparent that the two didn't care who they had to sacrifice to try and make their cure. "Now, now. Don't be in such a hurry," they hear from the armadillo still forcing his cock further into the tunnel. David looks over his shoulder to see the cock shuddering, twitching as the hole in his cock tip gapes a little bit. No virus comes out, but the cock pulses and fires something else from its tip, three tentacles that actually are drooling the infectious fluid lashing out in a blur to snap around the tiger's left shoulder, right ankle, and torso. Paul's eyes widen as he feels David's wrist get pulled from his hand, turning to see the tentacles slowly reeling in the tiger back towards that eagerly awaiting cock. The giraffe roars, "David!" rushing forward to try and pull the tiger free.
Gregory and Chris halt when they hear the giraffe calling out the tiger's name, Chris staring to Gregory. "I didn't get the virus off him," the cheetah says, sounding somewhat urgent. Chris growls and turns, running back to the scene. Paul is straining against the unyielding tentacles as they still slowly drag him back. "Whoever is trying to prevent this, please don't. You're being incredibly rude," they hear the armadillo gasp out, sounding like he's enjoying the feel of fur along his tentacles. "I can't get him out!" the giraffe growls at the white tiger, David whimpering a bit as the cock flexes and the tentacles reel him in another foot closer. Chris pulls a knife out of his bag, rushing forward to start cutting at the tentacle around the tiger's torso, but the knife slides ineffectually along the scales, not even so much as making a scratch. Then his gun is tried, pulling a handgun out of his dufflebag to press it point blank against the tentacle and fire. The bullet just flattens into a disk-lump of metal, dropping to the ground without making a scratch. "I can't, I don't know what to do," Chris growls, staring at Gregory who is watching nervously as the tiger's caught backpack, plus virus samples, get closer to that eager hole. Gregory, for once, has no answers either.
"I can't lose you too," David hears Paul say to him, wide eyes staring up at the giraffe who was smiling weakly back at him. "Please, make the cure with them and come back for me. Make this right." David shakes his head, eyes watering as he realizes what Paul is about to do. "Don't!" the tiger begs, his teeth clenching as he struggles with new vigor uselessly against the tentacles. Chris makes no effort to stop Paul, getting ready to grab the tiger away as soon as Paul makes his move. And move he does, the muscled giraffe rushing towards the gaping hole the tiger is being dragged towards, growling to psyche himself up before he jams his muscular forearm straight into the slit. The armadillo gasps in pleasure above them, the tentacles jerking off of David reflexively and switching to the more eager, easier prey, drawing in quickly to wrap around the giraffe's muscled body and start tugging the huge man that was partially already in the armadillo's dick in further. Chris immediately grabs David, hauling the smaller tiger over his shoulder feet and preventing him from chasing after Paul. "Paul! Get the fuck off me!" he snarls, fighting uselessly with the muscular white tiger. "I will come back for you, Paul! I swear it!" he cries, his last sight of the giraffe's leg obscured by tears streaming down his face.
"So eager..." the giraffe hears, muffled through the soft flesh that kept tightening around his muscled body each time the tentacles dragged him further down the armadillo's shaft, all light snuffed out as the armadillo's cocktip closes up over him. "I can't say as I blame you, but this was meant to be a gift for the courier. You have done far less to promote our cause." The giraffe tries to keep his mouth closed, feeling his chest ache for a breath of air. "But I think you could prove very useful, indeed." He feels his entire body jostle as the armadillo moves around, that steady thud-thud noise and associated tremors making his lungs burn. Paul winces, his ears folding back as he finally gives in to self-preservation and opens his mouth to try and get whatever oxygen he can, but the action is viewed instead as an invitation for one of the tentacles that dragged him in. The scaled thing quickly resizes itself as it dives down the giraffe's throat, infected fluids greasing its way both along the outside of the unnatural appendage and spewing from its tip. The muscled man thrashes, making the armadillo moan in pleasure at the sensations inside his cock. "There, there," he pants out happily. "Don't struggle, just accept it."
The giraffe ceases his struggle, thinking that suffocation probably isn't the worst way to go considering the alternatives out there in the city, but is stunned when he realizes he's no longer choking, eyes widening in the blackness around him. The tentacle wasn't going towards his stomach, it was going into his lungs, slowly feeling his lungs filling with oxygenated viral fluids, both infecting him and keeping him alive. "Brutality is the way of the Omegas. We are Gammas, you and I. Our way is closer to that of our Lord: Benevolence, until it is undeserved," he hears the armadillo explain as the giraffe relaxes in his shaft. The giraffe closes his eyes, thinking of David and the pained look on the tiger's face as he gave himself up to get his best friend away from the armadillo's grasp. That tiger...He could only hope that his friend would make good on his promise and come for him, drifting off into sleep as the infectious fluids topped off his lungs and the tentacle in his mouth retracted to now slowly stroke along the giraffe's body, spraying and slicking his body with fluids as he sleeps.
"Why did you let him do that?!" David snarls quietly at Chris, now a fair distance away from the receding armadillo's cock and back on his own two feet. Omegas were in the sewers with them now, taking advantage of the gaping canyon Warren's cock had dug into the tunnel and the street above to get access. They could hear them panting in the tunnels, hunting for the uninfected that the higher-tiered infected ordered them to. The three cats could hear some of them getting desperate enough to fuck to turn on each other, the infected snarling and scuffling drowning out some of the panting.
"We needed that virus to make the cure," Greg says slowly. He looks more upset about Paul's absence than Chris does, who is staring at the other tiger with no effort to hide his irritation at David's actions since they met up. "I couldn't stop him if I wanted to," Chris growls quitely, staring down the tiger. "It's plain to see the giraffe loves you. I respect his choice, rather than try to waste his sacrifice out of stupidity." The white tiger is practically hissing the last few words, before he grabs the backpack off of David's back, passing it to Gregory. "You want to make it right, like he said? Then come with us. But get one thing straight: I'm not going to grab you by the wrist and haul you around like Paul did. You carry your own weight from here on out." David stares at the larger male, but can't really deny what he's saying. He finally nods his head, saying, "You're right, and I will. The cure is top priority now, I promise." The tigers stare at each other. "Let's move. I can't let things rest the way they are," David urges, before the three start moving carefully through the sewers.
"We're really close to the building now," Greg murmurs, his ears twitching as he tries to think about the street layout and where they'd moved so far. Chris passes David a spare gun, the smaller tiger slipping it into his waistband along the first, which he reloads from ammo in Chris's bag. "There's sewer access in the basement. Assuming we're lucky, we can slip right in and no one will be the wiser while we work," the white tiger says. A scoff comes from David's lips, "We haven't been so lucky so far, but it sounds better than the front door." Gregory finally points down the tunnel, having figured out where they are. "That way. Let's go." The three felines keep moving, panting slowly echoing along behind them.
"Paul, this isn't exactly the best time, but...Why did you still put your hopes on Brandon even though you and I clearly love each other?" David moans, his body slowly rocking back and forth along along the giraffe's erection, fucking himself on the more muscular man. Paul can't help but chuckle a bit, his ears twitching. "You're right, this isn't the best time," he grunts, before sitting up to press his nose to David's. He remains still for a moment, throbbing gently inside the tiger as he replies, "I was just worried. Robert was still able to talk you into doing the stupidest, sluttiest shit. Brandon was an asshole, but he was stable." A smirk is given to the tiger, gently nipping at his chin, "Until he realized that you and I love each other, anyway."
The tiger purrs quietly and stares Paul into the eyes. "That's the same reason I denied it too, actually. I thought you wouldn't want me because of Robert, and how he could just get under my skin. But, honestly," the tiger moans, tightening himself around the giraffe's erection, "your's is the only body that offers me more than just sex. You're perfect, and I always saw that. That's why I started changing for you." The giraffe blushes a bit, his lips parting to press against the tiger's, the tiger's tongue slowly slipping into Paul's maw to slide along the giraffe's. Paul swallows eagerly upon the tongue, tasting and drinking down David's saliva as he starts to roll forward and pin the tiger underneath him on the bed. He rocks his hips firmly against that tight little ass, feeling it squeeze and stroke along his shaft as he does, groaning out in pleasure as he pulls his lips back from David's. The tiger stares up at him with such love and affection, eyes half-lidded as he strokes his fingers down the giraffe's muscular torso. "That's it, Paul," the tiger moans, "Please, infect me."
The giraffe's eyes widen at those words coming out of the tiger's mouth, but he cannot stop himself from fucking up against the tiger's ass, feeling a squirming in his shaft as tentacles start to push out from his cock and up into the tiger beneath him. He shivers at the pleasure those three squirming lengths give him, almost more intense than the pleasure on his cock itself. His body swells up with muscle and size rapidly as his dick continues to fuck the smaller feline. There is no pain visible on David's face, only bliss as he continues to rock back against that continually growing shaft, whimpering in need at the sight of Paul's body growing. Paul stares down at his own body, feeling his pectoral muscles just get more chiseled and heavy, his back muscles compensating by widening the already impressive flare of his torso to make him look almost like an over-muscled comic book superhero. His hand curls up slowly as he stares at his bicep, panting in lust as David sits forward to start kissing him again, feeling the tiger's tongue slowly drool saliva into his mouth. He sucks eagerly on it and swallows, watching his biceps flood with power and size, growing out to massive, basketball-sized muscle, the triceps adding more thickness to his arm than he could have even dreamed. He suddenly feels someone get on the bed with them and come up behind him, Warren slowly inserting himself into those tightening glutes that Paul could feel fighting being spread apart.
Paul rocks himself eagerly now between David's ass and the armadillo's invading cock, his stomach trembling in pleasure as his abdominal muscles grew out, chiseling themselves into him until they were the epitome of a perfect eight-pack. Warren whispers into Paul's ears, "He can make this all possible for you and David," gently slicking his tongue along the length of one before he turns the giraffe's head to stare at a lion watching them from the corner of the room. But it wasn't just a lion: it was a god. His God. The giraffe stares eagerly at his Master, providing the most arousing pose without even trying, the lion's build the only one in the world that might put his to shame. He cums his infected load into David at the sight of such divinity as Warren cums his into him, mouth gaping wide as the lion steps forward. Slowly, the lion presses the tip of his cock into Paul's mouth and begins cumming voluminously, blessing him with such a bounty of fluids, which he sucks down eagerly, a look of nirvana across the giraffe's face.
It's then that he snaps awake, his eyes still blanketed in the darkness of his creator's cock. He could still feel the three tentacles working him over, the last of his clothes dissolving off his body from the fluids saturating and eating away at them. The tentacles still fill him with their viral seed, one squeezing tightly around his own cock, leaving him gasping in pleasure as he continues to cum his own now contaminated load into the massive cock enveloping him. Slowly, the tentacles start to lift him out from Warren's cock, seeing the night sky as the cocktip parts and begins depositing him on the ground before the Almae Biologistics building. The giraffe is placed on his feet, yellow eyes adjusting to the light after being in such pitch black for a time, straightening up to his new nine foot tall height. Paul moans as the tentacles retract from his ass, mouth, and cock, spraying him with one last blast of G-Virus before he looks up to his Creator. Warren smiles down at his progeny, his tentacles slowly retracting back into his cock. "Our Lord will see you now, and you will help him. This is the only way to truly be with your friends again: helping Him show them the error of their ways," the armadillo says to Paul. Paul stands there, breathing slowly and carefully to test his lungs after having had them filled with that oxygenated fluid before. The fluid appears to have absorbed into his body, leaving him to take a deep breath of actual air for the first time as a Gamma infected.
Paul finally exhales slowly and says, "Yes...I have to help David." He stares at his own body, just as impressive as it was in his dream, his cock tentacles teasing the air from the tip of his colossal erection. His dream would become a reality, and David would thank him for it.