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Every lead Snow and his partner Leomon picked up pointed to the same place: An abandoned packing plant on the outskirts of the city. In their hands-on way, Snow and Leomon entered through the smashed upper windows and followed the gantry around the inner rim of the building. What they had entered wasn't the facility proper but its warehouse and it stank of industrial disuse. Dried oil and other such things left a vaguely pleasant smell in the building.

Snow flashed his light on the floor below, and sometimes on the gantry ahead. "I'm not seeing much here," he said quietly. "How about you?"

"Nothing of interest," Leomon calmly stated. Outwardly he was collected and nearly stoic, but inside his worries eroded him, for he and Snow were investigating a particular strain of a virus. It wasn't the kind that could affect someone like Snow. A Digimon like Leomon was entirely susceptible to it, however. The reports they'd read spoke of rapid neural degeneration. In other words, a prompt feral state and all of the base desires that went along with one.

By training the light on the upcoming stairs, Snow revealed that they'd been snapped off. A forklift nearby sat with the mangled bottom half of the stairs caught in its prongs. "So much for that. See any other way we can get down?"

Leomon put his mind on the present. He peered into the darkness, finding Snow's flashlight beam too erratic to work with. "Let me drop down from the bottom of the broken stairs," he evenly stated. "Then I'll catch you."

Snow smiled faintly at the thought of falling into Leomon's arms. Without doubt, he said, "All right, go for it. I'll hold the light steady."

The dangling metal steps creaked and groaned under the lion's muscular weight. Leomon hung from the bottom step a few feet off the floor before he dropped and landed on his feet with feline poise.

"Are you okay?" Snow called down.

Leomon perused his surroundings before he answered Snow with a yes. With a bit of effort, he coaxed his young cheetah friend to drop down from the bottom step of the ladder as he had. The lion waited with open arms and he caught Snow like a bride. He set Snow on his feet much too promptly for the cheetah's taste.

As they walked together, Snow thought to himself with satisfaction that he and Leomon made a good team. Snow himself was fairly average in size and a bit of a twink with his build. Charming people came easily to him with his youthful face and chocolate-colored hair down to his shoulders. In contrast, Leomon was tall, stout, intimidating, and also the voice of reason against Snow's periodical bad ideas.

Snow's flashlight cast a strong but narrow beam, leaving much of the warehouse dark. Shadows seemed to dance and the sounds of settling metal left the cheetah jumpy.

"We should have come here in the daylight," Leomon uttered.

"In the daylight, someone would have stopped us," Snow rigidly answered. He twisted around, flashing Leomon in the eyes before he apologized and pointed his light down. "Do you think we should leave?"

"If we're already here, we should do what we came for. Give me the flashlight." With the light, Leomon scanned the walls and the overall layout around them. He focused on an office on the upper floor and he said to Snow, "That would be a good place to look."

It took some doing to get into the office. Leomon boosted Snow through a window and the cheetah struggled to move debris out from in front of the door. By the time Leomon got in, Snow was drained. At Leomon's insistence, the cheetah sat down to catch his breath as the lion inspected the office.

Calamity had swept through the office. Holes from senseless hammer impacts pocked the walls. Dozens of burned and unmarked CDs littered the floor in shards.

"Do you see anything?" Snow asked from the dark corner he sat in.

Leomon walked across the broken discs, crunching them underfoot. He noted a faint scratch on the pad on his foot: Impossible to see in the darkness and mingled in the remains of the CDs was the business end of a dirty needle. In its tube and connected by wire to the needle was a damaged circuit board with a watch battery soldered to it.

"There's too much trash and not enough light to tell if there's anything in here," the lion answered, handing the light back to Snow. "We should look elsewhere and consider coming back during the day, if we can manage it."

"All this time wasted," Snow huffed. As he ambled through the office door, he remarked to Leomon, "I guess don't know what I expected to find."

"It was worth a look," Leomon shrugged.

Halfway across the warehouse on the way to the side door which Leomon intended to force open, weakness struck the lion. He rumbled in dizziness before he leaned against a dumpster full of scrap steel.

Snow frantically grabbed Leomon's bicep. "What's wrong? Hey, look at me, talk to me!" he urged.

The lion shook his head and ruffled his dense mane. He looked to Snow with a reddening gaze but this detail was missed in the low light. With his last shred of sanity he tried to warn Snow to send him away but the virus took hold faster than he could think. Leomon wrapped his forceful paws around Snow's shoulders. He ignored the cheetah's yelp and he gracelessly ripped the twink's clothes off. A terrible snarl welled up in his throat and in the commotion, Snow flung the flashlight away.

"Leo, no! Stop!" Snow yowled.

Leomon was unrelenting. Desires he had always quashed were allowed to well up as the virus took hold. His erection developed quickly and it pulsated in his pants for a short time. The pants came off not from being tugged down, but from being ripped off entirely. Leomon took to them with his fearsome claws as he had done to Snow's clothing and when he was through, only tatters remained on his body. His exposed penis remained unseen by Snow but the cheetah once felt its staggering bulk in a chance brush against his thigh. Snow could only guess at the proportions but Leomon was in fact remarkably hung. His blunt, uncut shaft was every bit of eleven inches and it throbbed in a way no regular lust could cause.

With his touch alone, Leomon negotiated Snow into just the position he needed. Even this was a fluid and ever-changing longing and as time went by, the Digimon would certainly grow increasingly erratic and apt to fuck any part of Snow he could get his paws on. As the virus had only just taken hold of him, he yet held onto his desires. Months spent covertly looking at Snow's pert ass had planted lustful desires in Leomon's mind. He found the squealing, thrashing cheetah's ass and he clutched it possessively. His claws raked but did not break the skin as he wrested the cheeks apart.

Still working by his sense of touch, Leomon packed his short snout between Snow's cheeks. He slathered with his rough tongue upon no part in particular and the result was that he deposited an enormous amount of slobber in the cheetah's ass crack. The sensation wasn't enough to turn Snow's fear around, though it sent shivers up his spine. "Ah, Leo," he wailed, "you have to fight this thing! It's the virus!"

Whatever strife was happening in Leomon's head was a battle he couldn't win. He lapped in Snow's ass crack with his tongue again and again until the fur was wholly matted down and the pucker between the cheeks started to wink. His erection drooled monstrous amounts of pre onto the floor. Snow's cries and words bore less and less meaning to Leomon by the second. In opposition was the urge to get his rocks off which was increasingly crucial as the virus overrode his personality.

A great, lusting snarl rattled Leomon's chest whom pulled himself up and yanked back on Snow's hips. In a muted thud, his fat cock slapped down against the cheetah's behind and notched into the crack. Leomon ground it forward with a deepening rumble which shook the very core of Snow's body. Though the twink whined and protested, the Digimon penetrated his young friend in one savage thrust. Snow was well-trained and he didn't tear, yet the pain made him squeal and thrash in the lion's grip. He kicked ineffectively at the floor and reached back to grip Leomon's wrists uselessly.

An unmistakable grin spread across the lion's face. It bore his teeth as if he were something from a nightmare. He lashed his tufted tail all about as he sank his cock to its very bottom.

Snow shivered in an awful mix of pain, pleasure and fear. The exorbitant size of Leomon's ballsack meant it eclipsed Snow's smaller scrotum entirely. The warmth of the lion against him in such a way was a rare pleasantry in the middle of the rape. The small comfort Snow took from the act was soon taken away when Leomon started to buck, and in no gentle way. The lion, Snow thought, had the makings of a fine lover - but under the influence of the virus, he was absolutely brutal. Snow sobbed against the concrete.

Leomon's fingers fanned out on the twink's shoulder blades and he pressed much of his muscular weight down on them. His snarling never eased off, and it in fact took on a more sinister tone. The virus dulled his brain and left only the most brutal and lustful of desires in its wake and Leomon's abuse of the cheetah's asshole was appropriately barbaric, but despite all of that brutality, Snow was hard. Leomon's full shaft wasn't angled explicitly into his prostate but the flesh did tease him in that special spot and the stretch itself was a queer pleasure of its own.

Still Snow meekly begged Leomon to snap out of it. He knew it was a useless plea. Leomon's eyes had taken on a most sinister red hue and his vocalizations were no longer recognizable as anything even remotely sentient and he simply fucked Snow with everything he had. His hard muscles tensed and relaxed in a solid rhythm as he worked the twink. Snow's small body quaked and his tears ran hot in spite of the pleasure. It wasn't lost on Snow that since he had met Leomon, he had always longed for the lion in such a way.

In the course of his ruthless treatment of Snow's ass, Leomon began to labor. His powerful body quaked and he drove his member into the cheetah with some particularly rough and even desperate bucks. Suddenly an earsplitting roar cut through the warehouse and his cock let loose with a gigantic load. It clung to Snow's inner walls, leaving the cheetah grunting and panting through his increasingly-infrequent sobs.

Despite his climax, Leomon never fell still against Snow. He didn't speak or growl and was only unnervingly quiet even as he continued to rut the cheetah again as if he hadn't gotten off in the first place. Snow started to protest but he stopped. He couldn't even fool himself, let alone a fully-corrupted Leomon. The twink let loose with a whore-moan he'd been bottling up since the sex began.