Infectious
Story by KitFox on SoFurry
Not quite the pandemic...
Infectious
He looked up from his work laptop as a knock came at the door. Then louder, more insistently. A moment to cough into his elbow and he wiped his nose on a tissue before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
It was a shock to see people dressed in what looked like biohazard suits standing outside. Scary looking "DO NOT CROSS" tape was being strung up. One of the biohazard folks held up a device at him and it beeped, then they all swarmed him.
"Hey, hey, what's going on?!" he demanded, taken aback by this sudden invasion.
"Sir, we're here because you're infected with CORVID-19. You're being immediately quarantined and we'll be setting up to help you here. If precautions aren't taken, you could infect other people accidentally, and if not addressed, the infection has over a 95% casualty rate."
"What?! No, the news said the virus has like a 3% death rate, and I've been really careful. I've only seen one friend." She was a very close friend, and a frequent casual lover, and he trusted her to stay safe from the pandemic.
"Not the same thing," the person advised him. "And you caught it from her."
"Oh no! Is she okay? Is she gonna be okay?"
"She's fine and you'll be fine as long as we keep you safe."
With everybody inside his home, along with rolling cases of equipment, they closed the front door and started scanning with odd-looking devices. One of them brought a little vial with a cotton swab and opened it.
"Look up please," she said, then stuck the swab in his nose. It tickled horribly and it was all he could do to keep from sneezing. She took the swab and put it into the vial, then deposited it into a machine that had come out of one of the cases and been placed onto his table.
"Bathroom over here, and a bedroom there," one of them said, pointing. "Get things prepped."
His home was quickly starting to look more like an impromptu medical lab than his home as they sprayed everything with a fine mist from something akin to a pesticide pump sprayer and then shining a light on things that made his eyes feel like he was not seeing reality where the light was. Other people were putting up plastic sheets over everything, and the windows were dimming as people put up protective plastic over the outside.
"I've started having a tickle in my throat and some coughing sometimes," he admitted. "It's not too late, is it?"
"Don't worry, you'll be fine, and you're not contagious yet. That's why it's important that we got here quickly."
They were starting to lead him back to his bedroom. The whole situation seemed surreal and almost silly and for a moment he wondered if this was some kind of televised or YouTube practical joke trying to capitalize on the pandemic, but for all his attention, everything looked dead serious and some of the equipment they were using struck him as far too expensive and advanced to be a joke.
They already had his bed covered in a vinyl cloth after taking off the sheet and blanket. "Please disrobe quickly and lie on your back on the bed," a woman told him.
"Time synched to state. Down to two," somebody mentioned as they passed the doorway.
"Two?" he asked, looking around confused.
"The infection has well-known timing. It'll start affecting you in two minutes, so be quick," the woman said. "Undress and lay on the bed, it's important you are taken care of for your own safety."
"J4 is negative," somebody called from his living room. Then a few seconds later, "M4 is negative too."
"Advanced variant then," somebody in the room with him muttered.
"Both CR-zero is positive!" the voice called a moment later, sounding excited.
"Double variant! Haven't seen that in a long time," the person in the room said.
"Variant?" he asked, worried as he finished stripping to his underwear and started for the bed.
"All your clothing off, and yes, variants of the infection. You know how the flu is like H1-N3 for example? CORVID-19 has four variants. The worse two variants are J4-Y and M4-GP-13, you have the CR-0UU variant. The other is R4-V3-N."
He fretted and stressed as he shucked his underwear and laid down on the plasticized bed covering. His friend originally declined to have him over, saying she wasn't feeling well, but then she called him back and nearly begged him to head over. They enjoyed each others' company, ranting about the pandemic problem and discussing the worry about his health conditions and how he was high risk. Then she clung to him and told him she needed him to stick around, and he couldn't get the coronavirus.
When she calmed down from that, she was nearly feral in lovemaking, pulling out cuffs and a blindfold and driving him nuts and to nut even though she only barely touched him. She had him tied against the bed, hands and legs bound as she rode him with an intensity and vigor he'd never encountered before. But only his flesh in hers were against each other for most of it, the sensation focused entirely there until they were both extremely happy and her nails left small scratches on his chest that stung for the next day.
"Thirty sex," the time-person called out.
"Sex?" he asked, reaching up to scratch at his chest worriedly.
"S-e-c-s, seconds," the woman who'd been explaining to him clarified.
Then the world went weird. Everything looked like a video game with even light on everything.
"Bubble set," a person called from the living room.
"Ten," the timekeeper called, and the two folks in the room hovered worriedly.
His chest was getting much itchier where it was scratched a few days before and he rubbed it more, trying to ease the discomfort. Then his fingernails caught on something protruding from his skin and his whole body became extremely itchy instead.
"Gah!" he exclaimed, feeling lightheaded as the two people grabbed his wrists and pulled them away from being able to scratch himself. His vision began to blur and tunnel as they bound his wrists to straps and pulled them down, and he was barely aware as his ankles were bound too.
"You'll be okay," somebody assured him as blackness and pain overwhelmed him.
"Oh, he's gorgeous."
"Nearly done, relax."
Those were the few things he remembered as he drifted in and out of consciousness until his eyes finally shot open and he gasped for a breath.
"You're fine. You're over it," one of the people said, and everybody relaxed. Somebody unbuckled his ankles, and then his wrists.
"I... What? How long was that? I felt horrid!" He still felt different somehow, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.
"Two weeks and a day," the woman said, pulling off her facemask. He was surprised by her appearance. She was quite beautiful. The man beside her was also striking as he pulled his headgear off and started to get out of the hazard suit. He'd never seen hair that color of blue before either. This was a doctor?
"Oh shit, I didn't even get to tell work! I'm so gonna be fired!"
"You won't. It'll be fine," she assured him as they left the room.
"Yay!" a new and strangely-familiar voice exclaimed, and somebody still suited up came in to grab his hand and help him sit up.
"You...?" He drew back in surprise as she pulled the headgear off. It was his friend! "What the...?"
"Time for you to start learning now," she interrupted as she stripped out of the hazard suit.
"We're heading out, hon," a person called.
"Okay!" she replied, then looked at him. "No more sickness for you now. And it's time. Here..."
She took his hand and he felt odd, then the world spun as they shifted.
"You'll be a great were-crow," she cawed affectionately.
What's next?
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