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An Intimate Infection for EStands4Me by Draconicon

Dex shook his head as he looked down at the military camp. It was only a few hundred feet away, not even a half mile, but with all the barbed wire, dug-up trenches, and guard towers that surrounded it, it might as well have been on the other side of the country. The snow leopard groaned, flopping back into one of the camp chairs that he'd set up for the night.

"They tell us to get the hell out of the cities, and then they tell us to sit in the open and wait."

"Hey, man, come on. It's not like they'll make us wait forever."

He looked over his shoulder at the tiger behind him, rolling his eyes.

"No, Leon, just a day less. But you gotta admit, it's pretty stupid. We're completely exposed out here, and if they don't come get us -"

"We'll be fine. It's not like they can't see us from there; I bet they're just waiting to be sure we're not some of...them."

He supposed he could understand that. Ever since the infection started and the creatures began wandering the streets, nobody really knew who was dangerous and who wasn't. Quarantine wasn't a real possibility, either, as the people that changed tended to become too strong to restrain. No, the only way to be sure was to watch for a couple of days, and if they stayed normal, they were safe. If they didn't...

Well, if any of them changed, it would be too late for the military to help.

The snow leopard got up again, circling the little hill camp they'd made. It wasn't much, but the three tents made sure that they were all separate in case anything did happen, and they had just enough of a fire to keep warm. Dex looked at some of the longer lengths of wood he'd slipped into the coals, noticing that the fire was still burning hot. They'd made for good makeshift weapons if they needed it, or at least, so he hoped.

He adjusted some of them, pushing them in or pulling them out as needed, as Khezar - a reptilian friend of his - flopped down on another chair.

"Any sign?"

"Not yet, Khez."

"Damn it; we're gonna die if this keeps up."

No, we'll change. It's much worse. Still, he didn't say it. There was no point in being the depressing one of the group, particularly when they were doubtlessly all thinking the same thing.

Just gotta last a couple of nights. Just a bit longer, and then -

Crack.

All three of them looked up, turning to look down the side of the hill away from the military base. It was dark, but Dex could see silhouettes climbing up the side of the hill. No, not climbing, shambling. Khezar cursed.

"Fuck...fuck fuck fuck fuck. I told you guys! I told you! We're -"

"Shut up and grab a branch," Dex told him.

The snow leopard was already reaching for the fire, pulling out a long piece and a short one. The first he held onto, the other he threw down the hill. He needed to see what they were dealing with.

As the fiery block of wood bounced down the hill - thankfully only steaming the wet grass - the group was revealed. It had to be at least a dozen of the infected, and all male. They dripped with an ooze that ranged from clear to white, coming from their mouths, their crotches, and from their feet. Particularly their feet, the snow leopard noticed, as they left behind white footprints behind them.

"Uh...Uh, Leon?"

"Yeah?"

"You want to try running for the base?"

"They'll shoot us before we get close."

Might be better odds than we'd get with these things, he thought, but he pulled the flaming stick up as tight as he could. Better to be armed and go down swinging. Maybe he'd get lucky.

Just thinking that phrase, after all the stories, turned his stomach.

They rose over the crest of the hill and were in the camp in just under a minute, and Dex was shocked at their power as well as their speed. A single blow from the lion in the lead knocked one of their tents over, not just collapsing it but ripping it apart. He winced at the clatter, not wanting to think about how much that had cost. K hezar, however, was much more active. Yelling at the top of his lungs, the reptile ran past Dex, and before he could be stopped, charged into the group. The fiery light from his stick was quickly dropped, and Dex groaned as he heard the sounds of the soft squelching sounds.

"Not good..."

"Well, he's gone."

"Got my back, Leon?"

"Al- GAH!"

Dex whipped around just in time to see the tiger grabbed from behind, pulled off into the shadows by one of the infected that had managed to sneak up behind them. His friend was pulled out of sight almost immediately, and those same sickly squelching sounds began to fill the air, this time accompanied by slow moans at the same time.

When he turned around, the horde was almost upon him. They reached out with grasping hands, their cocks hard and dripping, their bodies slimy and smelling entirely of sex. Dex lashed out with the fiery stick, but he only managed to get a little breathing room as they began to encircle him. The snow leopard darted among the tents, but all he could do was keep a few on one side of it rather than having them all in front of him.

Soon, he was completely surrounded, and even as he spun in circles to keep the creatures off of him, he knew that he was doomed. They were getting closer with each passing second, despite his best efforts, and several of them had already managed to get a grip on his shirt before he knocked them back.

And he was right. Grabbed by the lion at last, the snow leopard was thrown to the ground hard enough to make him lose his grip on the stick. It went flying off into the darkness, and he could only stare up as the lion looked down at him with a wide grin.

He was frozen as the feline lifted a foot from the ground, the underside dripping with a white goo. Immediately, he was almost overwhelmed with the smell of musk and sweat and sex, and he felt his body responding already, his cock hardening in his pants. Dex tried to ignore it, tried to push it away, but the throbbing just got worse and worse, particularly as the lion lowered his foot onto his face.

The slime immediately smeared over his cheeks and along his lips, and Dex had no choice but to breathe in the scent directly. He gagged, at first, but soon he had no choice but to sniff it up. He'd had feet pressed in his face before - what person with a wrestling background hadn't? - but he had never smelled it like this. Sweat and feet and sex combined with a strange, sweet background that made him hornier than he'd ever been in his life, and when a bit of the slime slipped into his mouth -

"Nnngh!"

He shuddered, his entire body heating up and shaking, sweating as the goo hit his tongue. He swallowed without thinking, and the already super-hard cock in his pants throbbed even harder. He swore that it even gained an inch or two in size, as the head forced its way out past his waistband. The snow leopard rolled from side to side, groaning as he thrust his hips in the air.

The worst of it, though, was his clouding mind. The idea of getting away was fading, replaced by a strange desire to sniff and lick and fuck and -

Feed.

That was it. It was all one thing. Feed on the sensation. Feed on the sex. Feed on the foot and the slime and everything else that was around him. Why? He didn't know, but it was there, a command, a compulsion.

Dex tried to shake his head, but all he ended up doing was smearing more of the goo through his fur, making it all the more present. The lion looked down at him with a grin, wiggling his toes and making the goo splatter around even more. Some of it landed on the snow leopard's nose, and he breathed in the stench, losing a few more thoughts in the process.

Giving in...giving in sounded so good...

He shuddered again, looking around. Khezar was already on his back, his legs and feet in the air as he was fucked hard by one of the other infected, while Leon was ploughing one of the others hard. He was the only one still fighting. And if the military hadn't taken action yet, he was damn sure that they weren't going to. They were being left to die, despite the soldiers having every capacity to save them.

Well...if you can't beat them...

With a deep groan, the snow leopard opened his mouth and suckled on one of the lion's toes. The stronger taste of the goo that covered the toes and soles electrified him, and he swore that he came in his pants at that point, flooding them with his own cum. He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as his mind went completely blank, empty of anything but the simple joy and pleasure of his orgasm.

When he looked down again, he realized that he was sucking on the lion's toes like a man possessed, but the realization didn't matter. He couldn't stop, couldn't do anything without some sort of permission. He was locked in place, and didn't even move as the other, free infected - the herd, he realized - reached out and freed him from his clothes, ripping them apart and throwing them into the fire.

As soon as his cock was free, another foot - reptilian, he thought - pressed down against his cock, smothering it in the goo that was already starting to ooze from his hands. Dex barely realized it, as he was too focused on the musky, salty taste flooding his mouth and the sensation of that foot gliding up and down his cock.

He felt his mind reaching out to others, and he slowly felt the same thoughts coming to him in different voices. It was all the same, all said in a chorus that he felt himself joining with, chiming in to 'sing' with them.

Feed...fuck...change...feed...fuck...change...

The End