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In the early days of 2020, a mere week since the first transformations, society was surviving, though in shambles. More than half of the world were already furries, while the rest were either transforming or in isolation. Between the quarantines, panic, and inconveniences in unfamiliar bodies, the capable workforce dropped to critical levels. Governments were still deciding how to preserve their remaining humans while keeping food on the table and the power running, which made solutions during these times rather crude.

Alkain watched a flock of drones zip overhead towards the sanctuary in his suburb as he walked home from the farm. It was a long walk, though there was no point in complaining; no form of transport would accommodate his size. Alkain used to be a twig of a boy – thin and lanky with that stereotypical nerd interest in computers. The virus had changed him into what most would describe as a monster; he was almost eight feet tall and heavily muscled with an extra set of arms, dragon-like with his red/blue scales and tail but fox-like otherwise. Even 'hybrid' wasn't an accurate term. Alkain wasn't sure if there was a name for the creature he was, or if he was simply the result of a variant of Corvid 19 mutating in frightening ways.

He couldn't fit comfortably in a car and technology was a bit harder to use, but there were advantages too. Walking to and from the farm was effortless, as was any physical task, hence the farmwork. Alkain found he had the strength of a dozen men, maybe more – he'd broken a few doors figuring that out. The old human boy wanted a career in information technology, and maybe he still did, but the opportunity wasn't there anymore. After a month of quarantine, the shortages were beginning to be felt by everyone as able-bodied workers became scarce. Food was the main focus, though a lot of effort was put into packaging. Far too much effort Alkain thought.

The humans in their sanctuaries couldn't work, at least not the physical labour jobs. Thus, they had to be provided for, making them a sinkhole of resources. Most countries agreed that humanity should be preserved in the interest of finding a cure or vaccine to one day restore the human race, meaning that the uninfected had to be protected and supplied with the resources to survive in isolation.

The drones.

The most efficient method discovered was to use sterilised drones to deliver supplies with no interaction from the infected. Alkain heard rumours through the supply chain that the humans were fed well – not luxurious, but much better than the labourers who actually worked to make the food they'd be eating. It wouldn't always be that way, but it was that way now. The brute of a man growled at the injustice as he watched other labourers returning to their homes; they were all furries and humans in varying states of transformation, but they all looked equally exhausted. Only Alkain was spared thanks to his gifted new form, though the injustice of it all affected him still.

He glowered at the billboard he passed every day on the way home from work, trying to ignore the cocky smile of the human on it. Adam Brundy, the leader of the sanctuary he could see on the short horizon ahead. He was an influential man, even before the pandemic, who caused problems for the common folk because he believed an elite few deserved better quality of life. It was Adam that took the initiative to use his hoarded wealth to construct the sanctuary when the first signs of the virus showed, and then he'd somehow convinced the government that humans deserved all the nicest things for simply being human while trapped in their little box.

He thought the situation ridiculous. Why would the humans resist the virus when it made them into better creatures? Sure there were a few mishaps and unfortunates who hated their new forms, but it would be better overall! Because of their resistance to the change, so many furries had to work hard lives for basic necessities just so the useless humans could be provided for. What do they do all day in their sanctuaries? Why should they get the easy life just because they were lucky enough to be uninfected and deemed too important to risk??

Alkain had had this conversation with himself many times, and sometimes with others. He received mixed opinions, few of them negative because he was terrifying to behold, but a few agreed and then some.

The monstrous furry finally arrived at his home: a small warehouse furnished with extra-large equipment for himself and several other unusually large creatures such as elephants and giraffes. Upon arrival, a few of them fawned over Alkain, undressing him with their eyes – not a difficult task since he only wore large baggy pants, and only for modesty.

“Did you smuggle home some bananas or are you happy to see us~?" cooed a womanly elephant. A rhino man pushed her aside and spoke gruffly, “You promised I'd be next Alkain." A voice in the back called out, “You can fuck all of us right?!"

Immediately Alkain could feel a swelling in his loins, the consequence of such a high libido. Back at the farm he had someone assigned to milk him as much as the cows, and that someone always ended up getting bred – not that they minded. The hour or so it took for the anthro-hybrid to walk home was enough for horny thoughts to pervade in his mind again, and he knew from experience that it'd cause problems if left unchecked. A quick glance around the warehouse revealed that his expected contact had yet to arrive; he had some time.

To be safe, he'd have a quick fuck to drain his balls, even if they seemed to be limitless. With the anthros fawning over him, he was spoilt for choice; nobody who spent time around Alkain could resist his scent, and every fur in the warehouse was addicted to his cum. He'd breed them all if he could, but knowing how easily he got carried away he forced himself to pick one. Alkain pointed to a curvy dragoness amongst the crowd – his favourite.

“You."

The room filled with disappointment as the small crowd dispersed, leaving the green scaled woman alone with the hybrid. No more words were needed; Alkain and his choice of cumdump stripped and mated right there on the floor, in front of everyone. He fed one cock up her tailhole and another into her drenched pussy, gaping both with his reptilian lengths. What they did could not be defined as lovemaking, as the primal ball-slapping sex looked more like animals in heat. The eyes of the dragoness were glazed over as she was fed her addiction while Alkain was merely happy to take the edge off. Within minutes he'd emptied his tanks into the girl, causing her belly to balloon obscenely, as if Alkain's nuts held extradimensional space for all the seed he produced. Upon pulling his twin-shafts out of the quivering anthro, he finally felt clarity return to his mind. Alkain wiped the sweat off his brow and donned his large pants as he surveyed the warehouse again, this time noticing a new arrival: a large hyena anthro leaning against the wall, waiting patiently for Alkain's attention.

They were handsome and beautiful, masculine and curvy, bulging at the chest and at the crotch – Alkain could appreciate the best of both worlds. They were spotted and carried the colours one would expect from a hyena with the exception of a deep red mane travelling from the top of their head down to perfectly merge into their tail. They were both giants, even if Alkain's 7'9" height far surpassed the hyena's 6'6". The yeen also had a dominant glint in their eye as they appraised him, nodding in approval at Alkain's overexaggerated body as if they were an equal. Quite dominant indeed if they were able to resist his scent, especially after a long day on the farm, unlike the thirsty furs in the warehouse. And on the farm. Or anyone really. The ones who could made for interesting conversation, such as the approaching hyena.

“Real popular, aint'cha?"

“What do you want? Were you sent by the Radic-“

“EYY!! Shut yer fuck! You know that shit aint allowed."

The hyena threw a glance to the large anthros in the warehouse, though Alkain knew they'd never snitch on him about anything.

“. . . What do you want?"

The yeen got closer and spoke quietly in that trailer park accent, “Yeah, yeah I'm the guy. The name's Dreyma. Follow me."

“Alkain."

“I know. They sure weren't fuckin' 'round with yer description. Got everything ya need?"

Gesturing to his almost nude body with his lower arms and shrugging with the upper two, Alkain raised an eyebrow. Dreyma nodded as if starting to understand their vibe and led them out of the warehouse.

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The two furs travelled towards the human sanctuary in the suburb, though the destination was an unassuming double-story house a block short of it. After diligently checking that they weren't followed and no drones were visible in the sky, Dreyma led their monstrous companion around the back of the house to a pair of angled cellar doors. The yeen gave a curt yet specific knock on the thick wood, causing someone on the other side to unlock and swing them open. Halfway down the steps was a surly tiger anthro, who blinked twice at Alkain then led them inside.

Inside the meagerly furnished basement were a couple more furs: a rat and an otter typing away at sophisticated terminals, a large black-furred wolfess, and a raccoon, whom the tiger sat next to. Two more chairs were pulled out for the newcomers and then the Radical's meeting began.

The raccoon, evidently the brains of the operation, rolled out a map on the table between them all. It showed the human's sanctuary as a large section of the suburb about the size of a block of houses with thick concrete walls encasing it. Attached to the wall were guard posts and receiving facilities for the many drone deliveries, as well as environment regulation and many other utilities. At the borders of the map were notes such as guard rotations, camera blind spots, and a half dozen plans that were suggested then scribbled out.

“We all know why we're here," said the raccoon, “we share a distaste for the humans rewarded for their fear of change. I've assembled this team to… change their minds." He placed a paw upon his own chest. “I am Seff. Over there we have our techies" he continued, gesturing to the rat and otter still clacking away. They both gave distracted waves to no one in particular as their bespectacled eyes remained on the screens. Seff cocked fingers guns at the wolfess and tiger. “Natalie and Travis will be running distraction, for our three infectors." Alkain quirked an eyebrow; he and Dreyma were the only ones yet to be introduced.

“Don't give me that look, beastie, I know how to count. Mae is upstairs getting ready."

Alkain responded by crossing both sets of arms. Seff leaned over the table and map as he continued: “Our techies are currently working on hacking into their system to disable the cameras and alarms. The rest of you are to make your way here." The raccoon circled a door at the back of the sanctuary in marker, far from any guard posts and labelled as an 'emergency exit'. “Anthro guards walk the perimeter, so Natalie or Travis will keep them busy by any means necessary; it's up to you two to keep them off our infectors long enough for them to break in."

Seff looked up from the map, glancing between Dreyma and Alkain. “We've got little intel on the situation inside, so do what you do best. Research," he said with fingers quoting the air, “among other Radical groups has shown that infection via sexual fluids causes accelerated reactions that induce rampant and aggressive sexual behaviour." He let that sit for a bit, savouring the dragonfox-hybrid's cocked eyebrow before elaborating, “It turns them into sex zombies when they transform. I doubt even the three of you could convert the whole sanctuary before getting caught, so it's a stealth and numbers game. Sneak in, infect as many as you can, then with any luck you'll have enough infected to help you transform the rest when the alarm gets raised."

“So what?" Alkain snorted. “Let them raise the alarm. Just lock the doors and I'll have them all begging for my cocks by morning."

A couple of the Radicals chuckled like they knew something he didn't. Seff sized his monstrous form up and down, then sighed.

“Impressive as you are, we're trying not to get caught as well. The government takes this very seriously. Guards are using live rounds. Captured Radicals are never heard from again. This isn't a fun little romp on the farm, so if you get anyone caught but yourself you can consider yourself without allies."

The comparatively tiny raccoon stared Alkain down, unfazed by his appearance or the challenge presented in his burning eyes. A glimmer of reason surfaced in the hybrid's mind, and he conceded. Seff's words made sense. All too often Alkain found himself thinking with his dicks instead of his head.

The monstrous fur slowly inhaled, then exhaled. “Alright, got it."

“Excellent. That's mostly it for the plan. A lot of tonight is going to be improvisation. Analysing the situation and adapting. You're on your own after we get you inside, okay?" He clapped his hands together. “Let's have you two go upstairs to meet your fellow infector. We'll have a fun little team-building exercise!"

The raccoon's energy was unmatched by the four surly anthros and the two techies who still hadn't said anything or looked at anyone. Seff encouraged Dreyma and Alkain up to the ground floor as Natalie and Travis scooted their chairs closer to chat.

The orange rays of the setting sun mingled with the ambient red and blue lights of a humanoid sitting within the living room. A large terminal at the side of the room connected cabling to an interface at the side of their head, loading software into the body of a protogen on standby. She was a mix of synthetic fur and harder materials, topped with a horned display faceplate currently scrolling with hundreds of lines of code per second. Her body was marked with streaks of red, blue, and purple across charcoal black fur. The protogen carried heavy breasts designed to perfectly mimic the real deal, and at her crotch there was an intricate hole – a circular slot in her body for something to be inserted, but not a cock.

Seff entered the room, tailed by the other two infectors. He marched over to the terminal and inspected it, then with a “That'll do" he typed in a command and tugged the cords out of the protogen's head. The lines of code on their display came to an end and were replaced by pixels arranged in a way that formed the shape of eyes and a mouth where they would be on an anthro. The protogen blinked a couple times and took in her surroundings.

“This is Mae! My creation~" Seff beamed proudly, looking like he wanted to hug the synthetic. Dreyma sat down and enjoyed the confusion on Alkain's face. It was always fun seeing someone else react to Mae for the first time.

“You made a robot? To help us infect humans?" the hybrid asked, somewhat incredulously.

The raccoon gave a palm-down hand wiggle. “Yes and no. She started as an experiment to collect fluid samples from infected, but I've stopped caring about trying to synthesise a cure since then. I've repurposed her to be an all-round utility sex protogen!"

Alkain made a point of staring at Mae's void-like groin then looked to Seff for answers. “How?"

“That's the fun part~"

Seff opened a container beside the terminal to reveal four items held gently on velvet padding. It was three dildos and a fleshlight, though Alkain quickly realised it was more than that. The raccoon plucked the pocket pussy and handed it to Dreyma, who slotted it in between the protogen's legs and immediately began to finger them, causing Mae to moan loudly in a robotic tone.

That surprised the monstrous anthro.

“Can she.. feel pleasure? Or is that to make her partner feel better?"

“I feel pleasure. My sensors are set to reward me when they detect the appropriate stimuli." Responded Mae, surprising Alkain even more and making him just a little bit impressed. She tilted her display plate in their direction. “You weren't anticipating that. This is not the last time I will surprise you." Her voice remained in that feminine robotic tone, her cadence never wavering from formal format.

“Sounds surprisingly sentient. Is that machine learning or the real deal?"

Seff double-blinked, not expecting a such a sophisticated question from the brutish anthro. The raccoon leaned forward slightly, suddenly a bit more interested in Alkain. “A bit of both, I'm proud to say. I'd be happy to go over the details with you at a better time!"

Alkain stroked his chin thoughtfully, “Alright, I'd like that."

“Now. Please, get to know each other before the operation." Said Seff as he began packing Mae's other extensions into a duffel bag. “And fill her up, if you wouldn't mind."

Dreyma didn't need to be told twice. The hyena began discarding clothes and eyeing up the feminine protogen as she eyed them back. With a dramatic reveal they lifted their bra off to drop a pair of nice tits, easily catching the attention of the men in the room. The next reveal was sliding down their strained bottoms to allow a mottled horse cock to flop out, showing that Alkain wasn't the only hybrid in the room. Dreyma could easily be described as hung with a foot-long shaft that bent under its own weight. Hanging at the back were a pair of heavy balls to match, making it clear why the yeen was on the infector team.

“That's cute."

“Yeah, yeah, Alkain. Obviously a big guy has a fuckin' dick to go with 'em. Show us what ya got."

It was the dragonfox-hybrid's turn to impress as he puts four hands on his hips and flexed the muscles in his groin. Alkain let go of the effort he constantly put in to keep blood from rushing to his cocks, quickly causing a tent to pitch in his pants. The old fabric had been stretched so many times that it pulled taut then began to tear as he approached full erection. With a dramatic ripping, his lengths tore apart the pants until they sloughed off him to reveal his equipment; Alkain sported a titanic nut sack of scaly red that extended down to his knees and explained his wide stance walk to the others. Sitting above that was a sheath that could be described as a small barrel from which his cocks jutted out from, each one the size of an arm and featuring a ridged underside with a knot at the base.

“Fuckin' gawd damn. How's there any blood for the rest of yer body?"

Alkain's chest puffed in pride and satisfaction; it was always fun seeing people react to him for the first time. Almost as much as breeding them immediately after.

“Your size is categorised as hyper. Warning: unsafe use may lead to serious bodily harm." Flashing red warning signs wrapped around Mae's display as she analysed Alkain's equipment.

“They're always fine after, and begging for more."

“Mae does bring up an excellent point" Seff interjected, “you've managed to fit in various anthro partners thus far, but how is that going to fit in a human?"

The blood was leaving his brain. He was sure he could figure something out, if he tried. That could come later. “I'll fuck that bridge when I get to it" he replied. “Seff, you said something about 'fill her up'?"

The raccoon nodded, “Indeed, she does not carry the virus herself. For her to assist you, Mae will need to be pre-loaded with sexual fluids. Once she uses that to transform her first victims, they will be able to resupply her mid-operation." Seff shut down the terminal then made his way to the loveseat in the living room, giving him a prime position to watch. “I kindly request that you fill Mae with your cum." Dreyma and Alkain gave each other a glance, wordlessly asking who would get to go first.

Mae cleared a space at the centre of the room then dropped to her hands and knees with a teasing wiggle of her rear and tail. “Alkain possesses two penises and is capable of filling both of my lower holes at the same time. Suggestion: Dreyma fucks my throat while Alkain takes me from behind."

Their silent competition wavered as they nodded then took up position on either side of the protogen, now in mutual cooperation to fill the female. Dreyma knelt down in front of Mae and slapped a dozen inches of horse meat onto her display plate. A near-invisible seam split in her reflective face to become the protogen's mouth; it was backlit with deep blue LED lighting and held a synthetic tongue that extended to taste Dreyma's length. Cock slime and errant precum gave the surface a shiny sheen as he teased her, keeping their mottled shaft above her mouth as the protogen tried to tilt her head to catch it in her maw. Dreyma clutched the sides of her head and looked into the pink pixelated hearts that served as Mae's eyes.

“Gonna fill you up darlin'. Wanna be full of yeen cum?" he teased.

“Yes Dreyma! I require your cum. Please fill my reserves!"

Mae's bushy tail wagged side to side as her face was briefly replaced by a green check mark. Dreyma threw Seff a glance, to which he playfully shrugged. The hung yeen returned the gesture and pushed their length down Mae's throat, causing their neck to visibly bulge – thankfully, the protogen had no need to breathe. At the same time Alkain took position behind her, eager to take the edge off his libido even if it would not result in a pregnancy – at least not hers. He lined his shafts up, one at each hole.

“Sure yer toy can fit him?" Dreyma muttered.

“Reasonably so" Seff replied, “though I'd appreciate it if you tried not to break her!"

With a massive horse cock in her mouth, Mae spoke through slightly muffled speakers, “Penetrate me slowly so that I may adjust."

Alkain gave a grunt of approval and pushed himself forward, spearing the protogen in their synthetic tailhole and detachable vagina. The tightness of her holes resisted him, so he paused for a moment, as instructed. With a whirring of servos, the dragonfox-hybrid felt that tightness ease up as Mae's insides retracted to accommodate his size. An internal dispenser lubed up both passageways, allowing Alkain to sink in the rest of the way.

As far as self-aware sex robots went, Mae was top of the line; she rocked herself back and forth while massaging the three cocks in her body in a way that only a robot could. To Dreyma and Alkain it felt like they were getting milked by a machine designed just for them. She throated Dreyma like no other, taking their entire length up to their fuzzy crotch without possibility of gagging. Her prehensile tongue coiled around and squeezed their shaft while she lifted a paw to fondle their heavy pair of nuts, no doubt churning with infectious yeen cum.

Dynamic pressure sensors observed the cocks in her pussy and ass to adjust her tightness on the fly, allowing Alkain enough loose freedom to pound away while maintaining a pleasurable tightness. The monstrous anthro found himself being brought to climax faster than anticipated – Seff had designed her well. Alkain's upper arms grasped onto Mae's faux fur tail while the others gripped her ass for stability, though he still fucked hard enough to rock the protogen deeper onto Dreyma's pole.

“Gawdayum yer mouth feels too good hun-“

­­­Dreyma grabbed onto the protogen's horns and pulled in time with their own thrusts, disrupting Alkain's rhythm with their own. Mae detected a shifting in the hyena's balls, a flaring in their cock, and pre-emptively activated her suction motor. Dreyma panted and moaned as they came close to the edge, moving one paw to play with their own breasts. They hilted themselves within her throat and came hard, sending powerful ropes down her tubes where they collected into an internal storage; Alkain swore he felt some of it splash across his tips. Seff let out a whistle as he watched Mae's belly distend slightly, the semen storage being filled by Dreyma alone.

Not wanting to be outdone, the dragonfox-hybrid worked himself up and held nothing back, making his sack visibly swell with his pending load. As Dreyma enjoyed the blissful warmth of Mae's mouth, Alkain did his best to ensure the protogen wound up pregnant if there was even a sliver of a chance. He pounded hard to get his knots in, though Seff interrupted before he could finish.

“Alkain! Please do not!"

“DO knot?" he replied with a cheeky smirk.

“No! I mean­- Don't knot Mae!"

Alkain grunted confirmation and made a conscious effort to keep himself from tying, even though it would have felt so good. The monstrous furry fucked Mae like she was a mere toy, using all four arms to slide her on his dicks. Sensing something big coming, Dreyma pulled themself out with a wet glorp as excess yeen cum spat from the protogen's mouth. Mae's synth voice trilled as her pleasure sensors overloaded and her holes automatically tightened to stimulate a female orgasm, in turn setting off Alkain's own climax.

He all but roared as his titanic balls deflated to pump far too much hybrid cum into the android, causing pearlescent seed to shoot out of her maw like a firehose. Dreyma ducked out of the way just in time for Alkain's load to surge through then out to repaint an entire living room wall. Red ambient light filled the room as Mae's display plate flashed warning symbols and her voice flatly stated, “Capacity overflow". The protogen's belly expanded as far as it could, making her look nine-months pregnant with a full semen storage and leaving the rest to flow in one end then out the other.

“That's fuckin' ridiculous" muttered Dreyma, watching the pressure of the 'Mae hose' die down until it trickled then ceased. Alkain let out a heavy, pleased sigh then pulled out of the trembling protogen, causing a deluge of seed to pool around their feet. He stroked his shafts to eke out the rest of his load, giving Mae a healthy coating of cum before reclining on the couch, his task completed with the extra mile, if the cum-stained wall were any indication.

Mae twitched in the puddle, her software resetting after being filled beyond parameters – her faceplate flickered between errors and a boot-up sequence. Dreyma took long steps to edge around the growing puddle then sat down beside Alkain, admiring their handiwork. Seff was cleaning himself with a tissue and rebuttoning his pants, evidently having pawed off to the show at some point. They all basked in the afterglow of their orgasms for a few moments before the raccoon clapped his hands together.

“That's plenty I would say. Go clean yourselves up, and I'll… Help Mae. I'll see you two in the basement in thirty. We'll go over the plan once more, then it'll be time to go crack open that sanctuary…"

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The sun was setting over the suburban neighbourhood, casting a dull orange glow over the rows of houses when the Radicals began their journey. Their group of five wasn't unusual since many of the day shift workers were returning home as the night shift left to replace them. Those capable of providing worked long hours, and the work needed to be done around the clock to provide for the many who were still struggling with their transformations – and humans. These furs were paid handsomely to compensate, but the physical exhaustion was clearly visible upon them. The ones returning from their shift looked like zombies, walking on autopilot to go home, eat dinner, sleep, then do it all again the next day. The night shift workers looked even worse; most were still adjusting to being nocturnal, and they wore a crushing look of dread for the oncoming long and hard work.

Some of it was necessary in the ongoing crisis that was Corvid 19, since so many were unable to continue their daily routine, though it didn't have to be so terrible. Every human cooped up in isolation was a resource sink that furthered the burden on the rest of them. It was entitled, lazy, selfish behaviour. Why would they imprison themselves when they could become a superior creature? It was a simple matter of choosing the more interesting life. Clinging onto humanity like it was something valuable to be treasured was a useless sentiment when hard-working anthros were suffering. That's why the humans were such a problem, at least in the Radicals' eyes. The governments of the world put a lot of effort into preserving what human population remained, though it was a popular conspiracy that they were being bankrolled by human billionaires.

The light of the sun could only be seen on the blanketing cloud cover by the time the Radicals reached the human's sanctuary; a towering, ugly block of concrete several stories high and wide enough to encompass dozens of houses that existed before its construction. The exterior was covered in greebling of various environment-control and security devices such as cameras and recessed pods containing turrets. As they approached, various chambers around the base of the sanctuary became visible. Guard posts, an office of sorts, and utility rooms attached to the concrete walls in no particular pattern. Anthros in uniform stood at key point on front of the mini-structures while other patrolled lazily around the perimeter, each equipped with radios and lethal weaponry. For taking the oversized paycheque that came with working for the humans, these furs were just as guilty.

The Radicals gave the facility a wide berth, staying out of view of any guards or cameras to reach the side they determined as the optimal entry point; it was an emergency exit in view of only a single camera due to a poorly placed utility chamber marked with power symbols. There was some open grass they'd need to cross to reach it, and there was a scant moment where no guards were present – that's where Natalie and Travis would be ready to intercept if the guard came early. Natural light kept everything dimly lit, for the moment; the Radicals hunkered down out of sight, waiting for the cover of night. There were lights of course, but the techies had that covered too. Allegedly.

The two distractors sat cross-legged and made small talk while Alkain, Dreyma, and Mae lay down on the grass watching the stars slowly fade into existence. The hyena had opted to wear dark clothing, looking similar to a common burglar in the night. Alkain hadn't bothered since an individual as unique as him would be recognisable regardless of disguise, so he instead opted for his preferred outfit: nude. His tips were peeking from the sheath and leaking, as they always seemed to be, though nobody minded – decency was hardly considered in their mission. Mae wore nothing either, as a protogen was just as distinct, but she did carry a satchel bag with her. Looking to kill time, Dreyma huffed and tilted their head towards Mae.

“What's in the bag darlin'?"

Her head did not turn, but one pixelated eye shifted to show she was looking at him and the mouth displayed on her face moved in sync with the reply, “My penises."

“Ah. How'sat work?"

To explain, she unzipped the bag and held aloft her detachable canine extension. The shaft flopped as she hefted it, showing the realistic balls attached and a connector at the back where she would interface with it. The balls were almost twice as large as they were back at the house.

“I possess limited control over each of my devices via Bluetooth. As you can observe, the expanded testicles hold the semen of yourself and Alkain. Upon using these on the humans, the semen reserves will deplete, and I will need to refill them"

Mae sat up to show her furred belly; she had a slight paunch due to the cum stored in her flexible tank. The protogen then pointed to the pussy she currently had installed.

“My vagina attachment can lubricate using the fluids, which will infect humans at a slower rate than my other attachments. I will also use it to harvest new infected semen during the mission, either from one of you or an infected human."

“If I ain't run outta cum yet, then I'll fill ya up"

Alkain shot the hyena a smirk and teased, “What, you run out?"

Dreyma suppressed a snerk, then laughed with their fellow hybrid. It was a strange relationship the three of them shared – not quite friends, more than mere colleagues. They talked about how they ended up in their situation, and realised that Dreyma and Alkain shared a lot of common goals and interests. Mae explained her short life as a construct and what passed for her ideals – breaking the status quo. While she obeyed her creator, she was sophisticated enough to be her own person and believed the humans were unhappy with their boxed-in lives, even if they didn't realise it. That's why she intended to remedy that by spreading the virus, and help the humans discover a better way of living. Even though her methods were radical, Mae had pure intentions, if somewhat misguided.

As for Dreyma, their reason was a bit more villainous. “To hell with them darn humans!" they said, “Why be boring when you can be made better!" they explained, gesturing to themself and Alkain. “I didn't realise how limited a body I had, 'til the pandemic rolled 'round. I tell ya I was one of the first out there, getting' strangers to spit in mah mouth. An' look how I turned out!" They patted their large assets to punctuate, “Nice tits, the fattest fuckin' horse cock, pair o' coconut balls, and a tight-ass slit. Best of both worlds I tell ya. They think they're happy in there, but jus' you wait 'til we get our paws on 'em tonight." Dreyma rubbed their growing bulge thinking about it.

Not the words Alkain would have used, but he couldn't help but agree with them. His own body was clearly superior – thinking otherwise was ludicrous. He believed a world of transformed would be better than the old world, and that started by converting those who resisted the new world. It was a terrible way to think according to some, especially given the Radicals' mission, but he perceived it as a necessary evil. Besides, was he more evil than those like Adam Brundy, who sat in their ivory tower demanding everyone else provide for him? Corrupting the human's sanctuary was a necessary evil, and breeding them all was a helluva nice bonus, but Alkain especially looked forward to showing Adam exactly what his new body was capable of.

Natalie and Travis eavesdropped, amused by their conversation, and occasionally contributed to the small talk. They chatted as the sun finished setting and a veil of darkness took its place. Streetlamps illuminated the surrounding area, though the Radicals had specifically chosen a spot that would remain dark. Alkain emptied his balls onto the side of a house – Mae informed him to save his semen for the operation, to which he snorted. The wolfess, with her coal-like fur, peeked the corner to watch the night shift take over for the patrolling anthros. Industrial lights bathed the walls of the dystopian sanctuary, making the neighbouring shadows darker. Natalie kept watch for an hour, then two as she swapped with Travis. They made note of the guard rotations, which ones seemed relaxed or not. On the third hour after sunset, the wolfess took watch again.

The Radicals were getting bored waiting for the techies to decide what arbitrary time the humans would probably be asleep for optimal sneaking. Thoughts of going back to check they were still alive, or damning the plan and barging in were growing more palatable when the solitary camera powered down and the light above their emergency exit winked out, throwing their point of entry into pitch black.

The signal.

Natalie turned to her four companions and waved them up, then focused her keen eyesight on the corner the next guard would appear from. They stacked up at the corner before the open run to the door, waiting for the guard – given the patrol frequency, there was no way they'd make it without being seen by at least one of them. Sure enough, a rusty-red fox rounded the side of the sanctuary. They were large for a fox, as if they were a fox-shaped wolf. Their build was masculine, and they wore a uniform with light armour plates. From behind their holstered handgun, they tugged out a flashlight and pointed it up to the faulty globe, their back turned to the Radicals' hiding place. From the posture they seemed relaxed, though a bit annoyed by the broken light – probably thinking about having to report it. Perfect.

Both Natalie and Travis crept up, rolling their feet to cross the ground silently until they were within arm's length of the patrol guard. The beefy tiger expertly put them in a headlock and covered their mouth simultaneously while the wolfess pinned their arms. Together, they dragged the fox away from the sanctuary, limbs flailing desperately as Dreyma, Alkain, and Mae sprinted up to the emergency door. While their distractors kidnapped the poor guard and dealt with them however they saw fit, Mae analysed the device locking the door.

“It requires a swipe card or access code. I can interface with the hardware to fool it into opening." Mae announced as she pulled a recessed cord from the side of her faceplate.

Alkain was anxious, wanting to rip the door off its hinges before the next guard came. He stimulated a cough in his throat, calling upon a new organ he was scarcely familiar with, causing a spark of electricity to crackle within his maw. He leaned down by the lock as Mae clicked her connector into one of its ports.

“Move, maybe I can fry it open with my lightning breath-“

“Negative. Physical damage to the exterior may be noticed by other patrols. This will only take approximately seven point nine more seconds."

It was the longest seven point nine seconds of their life. Dreyma and Alkain were back to back, watching the corners and checking that the one camera still hung limp on its bracket. Rumours said that Radicals caught trying to infect humans were sent to prison with a life sentence, or even a death sentence. A single frame captured by the camera or a guard who glimpsed them and got away would be the end of their lives. It seemed silly to risk so much for some human sex.

A mechanical click resounded through the door and Mae pulled it open, swiftly ducking inside. The other two quickly followed after, eager to get out of the open. The moment Alkain's draconic red tail slipped inside and the door shut behind him with another click, illumination returned. The lamp flickered back on, the camera powered up, and another guard stepped into view of the emergency exit. Things would get hot once the staff noticed a missing patrol guard, but the infector team was in.

---

The three anthros found themselves in an airlock of sorts, designed for the humans to make a quick escape out of the sanctuary in an emergency. With the interest in retaining their humanity, there were dozens of lockers with fully sealable suits, probably one for each resident, as well as a decontamination shower in the corner. The room was devoid of windows or cameras, so the Radicals had a moment to breathe. They stacked up by the interior door, the one that would presumably lead them to the sanctuary proper, then Mae's synthetic voice came out at a lower volume – the equivalent of a whisper.

“For optimal infection, the three of us should split up to cover more ground. Remember, stealth is high priority. If we do not have enough infected to overwhelm the rest of the humans by the time we are detected, we may be caught. When we are finished, we shall meet here and make our escape with the aid of Natalie and Travis waiting outside."

A pause. “Are the both of you ready?" Alkain grunted and stroked his upper cock, preparing it for his first conquest. Dreyma gave a nod, feeling themselves stiffening in their own pants. Once again, Mae interacted with the door to disable any locks or alarms, then swung it open.

The inside of the sanctuary looked just like the outside, minus the walls and ceiling one would find in a prison. The place was gargantuan with thick concrete pillars to hold up an equally thick ceiling, broken only by pyramid-shaped glass skylight at the centre. Other than the equally spaced pillars, the ground looked much like a normal neighbourhood featuring quiet streets and rows of houses with only a few windows lit up – at the late hour the Radicals had chosen, most of the humans would be fast asleep.

Eager to get started, Alkain crept towards the closest house, though his version of sneaking was to simply hide his footfalls as nothing could be done about his hulking mass. Mae scanned for a large home, likely to hold multiple prey for her purposes and a decent distance from the dragonfox-hybrid's mark. A two-story house at the end of a street with a few lights on; The protogen could work with that, using cunning to manipulate conscious humans rather than taking sleeping ones by surprise. Dreyma didn't want to hide the loud sex they often enjoyed, thus explored a bit of the neighbourhood, sticking to the shadows, until they found a property with a dirt driveway long enough that the building was a fair distance from the rest of the housing.

And like that, three highly infectious anthros snuck into the midst of the sanctuary, ready to take over by surprise or by force.

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Dreyma approached the lonely homestead, spying dim light emanating from an open garage door. Potential risk, or opportunity? The big hyena crept around the dark side of the house until they were at the edge of the garage, then did their best to peek in. The protruding muzzle of the anthro ensured that their face came into view before they themselves could see into the building. Thankfully the only occupant was a man ankle-deep under an older model of Mustang.

Opportunity indeed. Dreyma crept slowly and silently on paw pads through the garage to peek through the interior door, scanning their keen eyes through the furniture. There, a photo portrait of a man holding their loving wife, meaning the yeen could have a bit of fun with this. They stealthily shed their clothing then closed the interior door, causing the man to pause his tinkering.

“Janice? Was that you?" he called out from underneath the car, soft enough that he wouldn't wake his sleeping wife if that wasn't her doing.

Dreyma said nothing as they walked over to the man's exposed legs and pulled them, causing the human to slide out on his car creeper until his torso was exposed. The hyena's semi-erect horse cock brushed against the metal of the car as the pussy nestled between their breeder balls winked in anticipation. They squatted over the human, grinning maliciously as they began to fiddle with his pants.

“O-oh honey, I was just fiddling on the car. I know I wont ever drive it, but maintenance comforts me- “ he explained as Dreyma fished out his cock, taking care not to reveal their fur or claws until it was too late. “Honey?"

The hyena's maw opened to let a line of drool spill down onto the human's flaccid penis. As the infected saliva coated him, the human began to grow erect, sensing that his wife was about to ride him. He was completely unaware that the anthro had already tainted him with their saliva, causing the virus to begin warping his cock and making it hard for Dreyma.

“Oh honey, you know how to please a guy. I've had fantasies about this…"

Dreyma loved an ignorant victim. They positioned themselves above the loving husband, hyena pussy poised over his meagre human length – that part would soon change. Taking care not to rest their heavy ball sack or hanging horse shaft on his abdomen, Dreyma touched their lower lips to his cock head, almost instantly corrupting it into something more animalistic. The human lets out a hiss of pleasure as the noises of metal on metal echoed out from under the vehicle. He would be too distracted to notice something amiss, and then he would no longer care.

The Radical plunged halfway onto his shaft, stopping just before the fur of their ass brushed against his skin, then began quickly working that half-length best they could. It was working; with each throb Dreyma felt inside their vagina, their arousal was corrupting the human's shaft into something more satisfying. In just a minute, the few inches the yeen could ride had turned into nearly a foot – he was almost as hung as they were! The human's hisses turned to moans, and soon enough they were unable to focus on their maintenance. His arms came out from under the car to grab onto Dreyma's thighs, grasping the coarse hyena fur and quickly realising something was wrong.

The secret was revealed, thus there was no need to hold back anymore. Dreyma dropped their ass and bounced in the human's lap, crushing their hips under furry butt and slapping their male anatomy on his belly. There was a fully sized horse cock inside of the yeen now, modelled after their own, and that brought as much satisfaction as the physical pleasure.

“Darn boy, yer feeling awfully thicker than ya started!"

“W-wait, you're not Janice! Who the fuck-"

Dreyma pushed their legs out, causing the pair to slide out fully into the garage so that they could see the look of terror on the human's face, though there was undeniable arousal too. Before he could inevitably scream, the hyena fell forward and locked their mouth in a deep kiss. The screams came out extremely muffled as Dreyma's long tongue invaded his throat almost as much as his new horse length penetrated them. The human's hands flailed against the massive yeen, hitting and clawing to no effect as his body was used by the stronger anthro. The man's muffled panicking mingled with the sloppy sounds of wet vagina gliding up and down his meat pole, marking the first victim of the sanctuary.

The minutes went on while Dreyma infected him via pussy and tongue, replacing his worries with the virus-induced pleasure that accompanied transformation. By the time his arms dropped to his sides in defeat, the human was sporting a proto-muzzle and covered in a thin layer of spotty fur, confirming that they would become a copy of the hyena corrupting them. Dreyma finally pulled their head away, allowing the human to take in a full breath and then moan in uninhibited pleasure – his mind was theirs.

“I'm gonna make you into my breedin' stud. You'll fill me up nicely, wontcha?"

“Haah, fuuck.. I'm infected…"

The shifting human's eyes were glazed, a battle of pleasure and willpower taking place behind those orbs. Dreyma was determined to make him submit. The hyena now had a little over a foot of deliciously thick horse cock to ride while they leaned down to nibble his furry neck and mutter.

“Yer all mine. Yer cock is mine. I'm gonna take yer cum, all of it-!"

The more infected he became, the more his mind succumbed to the all-consuming pleasure his body was receiving. The human's hands, now paws, grabbed onto Dreyma's waist – not to push them off, but to hold on while he thrust up into their tight passage. His breathing steadily morphed into the panting of an anthro as he slowly became unrecognisable as a human, now just another hung hyena like Dreyma, though lacking the female parts.

“Grrr, yesss! Claim me! My cock is yours to use!" he yipped.

“My fuck toy!" snarled Dreyma as they bite down onto his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks come morning. The intersex yeen tasted a bit of blood as they slammed their hips down on that perfect length, finally setting off the former human. His enlarged nuts churned with infectious seed before ejecting it all into the fellow hyena above them. The two remained interlock, teeth in shoulder and horse cock filling pussy while Dreyma's first victim flooded their womb. The first of many, Dreyma thought, though they wanted to give their own cock a turn at some point. They pulled away from each other to gasp in pleasure, though the fresh convert was tormented by the effects of their forced sexual transformation.

“More, more..! I want to breed!" he snarled from underneath Dreyma, who patted his cheek.

“Soon. The longer we don't get caught, the more you can fuck. Find others, and breed 'em quietly, got it?"

Both hyena heads snapped to the interior door as it opened to reveal a drowsy human female in a nightgown, still rubbing tiredness from her eyes.

“Gerald, what's all the noise..? Gerald-?!" she gasped, wide eyed upon realising two infectious hyena anthros were in her garage. Dreyma got to their foot paws and stood up, sliding a full foot of horse cock out of their stretched vagina and causing a deluge of pearlescent cum to spill out over the husband's lap. Gerald stood, covered in his own highly infectious fluids and eyed his wife hungrily.

“Startin' with her."

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Alkain approached the first house and found entry to be a harder puzzle than expected, only made difficult by the stealth requirement. Sure, he was the perfect breeder, but this segment of the operation was not his forte. The muscled hybrid did a lap of the perimeter, finding no easy entrance. For a minute he grumbled, then moved on to the next house. On that one he found a window ajar, but even after fully opening it he would not fit through. He tried another house. No way in again, though there was movement inside. He peeked through a window beside the back door to see a girl walking through the house in an oversized shirt. Not wanting to try yet another house, Alkain tapped on the back door with his tail and watched the girl turn towards it. She curiously investigated by opening the door and peering out into the darkness, just as he hoped she would.

A thick forearm sprang out to grab her, enclosing the girl's entire head in one hand. She screamed into his palm as the rest of his arms restrained the human and pulled her inside. The girl, looking to be in her early twenties, could barely squirm in Alkain's claws. As he lay her down on a sofa, he could see through his big fingers the terror in her eyes. He must have looked monstrous to her, like the worst propaganda their human leader could possibly make to feed their fear of the furries. This was just a scared girl, and he was about to force something onto her. The strings of his heart tugged, yet he couldn't just stop. It was a necessary evil, and if she ended up like the majority of anthros then she'd be happier in her new body anyway.

His extra arms came in quite handy when it came to stripping his prey; two pinned her down while the other two began tearing at her clothing, ripping pyjamas into shreds as well as the underlying underwear. Alkain quirked an eyebrow when he saw she was equipped with humble breasts and a human dick instead of a vagina, meaning he wouldn't be breeding this one, though he still had a job to do, trans girl or not. With the human's ass exposed, he lined up his lower shaft to allow his upper length to frot with theirs. Then, it was time to cross the aforementioned bridge: how would he fit?

Each reptilian cock was bigger than their arm. Slow and steady, he supposed, hoping the virus would work its mysterious magic. If all else failed, he would simply have to bathe them in his seed. Not a problem for one as productive as Alkain. He pressed a constantly leaking tip in between the human's cheeks, allowing the infectious fluids to soak into them. He felt the girl scream again, though no sound would reach the ears of those sleeping elsewhere in the house. Alkain stroked his upper cock, eking out some precum over their belly and shaft, noticing that they were still soft; a clear indicator that the girl was not into it.

The hybrid's heart ached for her, even as he began pressing his tip into her back door, hoping that it would somehow simply work. He met resistance of course, like trying to drive a car through a regular door. It would be up to the potency of his infectious pre that made the difference, not brute strength. Alkain thought about feeding some of it to her, but it was clear she would start screaming the moment she could. Thus, he had to spend longer than he wanted to teasing her ass with his oversized length. After a few minutes, he noticed some progress; the head of his foot and a half-length poked in, giving him the ability to squirt more infectious pre directly inside. The human never stopped struggling, and in fact squirmed harder the more progress Alkain made.

Her fate was sealed when the dragonfox-hybrid's fluids began to be absorbed by her insides. The tightness of her tunnel began to ease up as her DNA was attacked, though it still wasn't enough for the monstrous anthro. He had almost resigned to showering the human in cum when he noticed their human cock shifting rapidly. It wasn't growing or changing into something bestial, but instead shrinking into her body. It was as if an erect penis were softening, except this one had started soft and was getting softer. The girl's genitals melded into her crotch, which seemed to absorb the material and remould itself. Alkain could hardly contain his excitement as the skin above their back door parted to reveal a narrow slit, which slowly widened out.

“Looks like I'll get to breed you after all.." he muttered.

The human, now growing a thin layer of fuzz, was trying and failing to feel her own crotch with Alkain's arms in the way. The hybrid noticed their expression change from fear to something curious. He loosened his grip slightly and whispered, “If you make noise, I'm going to force my entire cocks into you. Are you going to be good?" She made an almost imperceptible nod, then Alkain's upper arms released her head. Immediately, she looked down and touched her changing body, noting the lack of penis and subsequent pussy expanding in her body. Her switch had clearly flipped, because she began to finger herself in front of the beastly anthro.

“What's your name little one?"

“Evelyn.."

“Are you scared Evelyn?"

She clearly was from the way she looked at him hovering above like a predator about to bite her head off. Evelyn answered his question with another question, “Are you turning me into a girl?"

Alkain grinned. He'd gotten lucky with this one. “Seems that way. I didn't know I could do that. I am a pretty unique individual though." The hybrid flexed his upper arms, breaking through a bit of that fear Evelyn still held. At the realisation her gender was being changed along with her species, the human became a lot more pliable. Alkain pressed his twin shafts between her legs, ecstatic now that there was a hole for each one, and Evelyn seemed fully onboard. One small hand stayed on her crotch to feel the anthro's ridged cock prod her new entrance while the other discovered her breasts were growing, making her grin wildly.

As Evelyn's body grew furrier, she became incredibly wet due to her body's corruption. Her feminine arousal as well as her loosening body finally allowed Alkain to push more than just the tip of his cocks in. Her back door still held some resistance to his sheer girth, but the healthy helping of hybrid precum continued to erode her tightness. He pushed slowly, inch by inch, not wanting to hurt Evelyn in the most important moment of her life. She took him well and felt more incredible with each passing second as the virus rewired her brain and overloaded it with pleasure.

By the time Alkain bottomed out, minus his knots, the girl looked nothing like the one she started as; full D-cup breasts on a body of purple fur with a yellow underbelly, striking reddish hair and the beginnings of two big rabbit ears. Her pussy bulged around his enormous length and coated it in surprisingly slick arousal that allowed Alkain to thrust freely, provided her tailhole could keep up. Evelyn's tail was long and fluffy. Incorrect for a rabbit. Seeing as she hadn't turned into some combination of red or blue dragon or fox, the human had turned into her own distinct thing just as Alkain had.

“Don't know what you are, but damn, that pussy is slick.."

“I'm slick~"

While the natural lube allowed him to wildly fuck both her holes, it did nothing for the tightness, which was extremely tight. They only rutted on the couch for a few minutes before Alkain felt the urge to cum, drove his knots in and held nothing back. The dragonfox-hybrid bulging cum tanks divulged their seed out through both pipes into the newly transformed cabbit (cat + rabbit), causing the dangerously infectious cum to almost instantly finish Evelyn's transformation. When the first double-cum shot hit her insides, the bones in her legs snapped into place with overwhelming pleasure. After the second cum shot, her womb fully formed, complete with ovaries and eggs ripe for breeding. On the third cum shot, Evelyn entered a heat that was immediately fulfilled, forcing her first female orgasm to be the strongest of her life. By some miracle, Alkain reacted in time to cover her face with all four hands before she could scream in mind-bending ecstasy.

The pleasure Evelyn experienced was not the result of a male orgasm, and not a female one either; Alkain's mutated cum had the qualities of a narcotic, meaning the cabbit's pleasure high was a combination of climax, happy chemicals from the viral transformation, and semen that felt so good it would leave Evelyn with a permanent addiction. The pleasure centres of her mind overloaded and warped while her body vibrated with incomparable delight, leaving the newly transformed girl a vacant-eyed mess. After just a few ropes of Alkain's load, her belly visibly bulged.

There were dozens, if not hundreds of cum shots to go, but the former human was gravid with his seed and carrying many fertilised eggs long before that. The two anthros came down from their high, panting and feeling each other's bodies. Evelyn was not the same trans girl she used to be, as she was neither trans nor Evelyn anymore.

“I'm Slick.." she repeated. “I'm Slick." It felt right to say, like it was her calling. Like her body's purpose was to be slick with arousal and fuck as many people as she wanted. Alkain had given her a female body that she couldn't be happier with, and to mark the moment she decided her name would be Slick. The encounter had started as her worst nightmare; an infectious monster raping her into something similarly brutish and manly. Slick had dreaded becoming any more man than her birth had forced her to, but now she found herself in a waking dream, blessed with the body she always wanted, even if the furry part was a surprise.

Alkain pulled his lengths out of her, causing an inescapable tsunami of hybrid seed to wash out and permanently ruin the sofa as well as a significant portion of the floor. Slick rubbed her cum-belly affectionately before pushing down on it, squeezing out his wonderful seed until she was in an unencumbered state. He helped her to her feet, only to find that standing on unfamiliar legs and paw pads with a pseudo-pregnant belly was harder than expected. Alkain helped steady her, but he couldn't stay all night. Slick was but one of many he was expected to convert, and the night was young.

“How many more in this house?"

“Mmm, there's my guy friend and his parents still." She replied, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her bulging abdomen. Despite the excessive load Alkain had fed her, the sexual transformation ensured Slick's heat would persist longer than it should, and with heightened intensity. Her friend wasn't interested in her when she was trans, but her horny mind was eager to find out if he still felt that way about Slick. “Are we gonna fuck them?"

“Damn right. You can have your friend; I'll breed his parents. Oh, and do it quietly, or else we won't be able to share this gift to all the humans."

The two anthros crept towards the bedrooms at the other end of the house, leaving a trail as they snuck. Slick was dripping globs of sticky dragonfox-semen, while Alkain was leaking at his tips from the production of a fresh load from his endless reserves. Slick stopped at a door midway along the hall and pointed for Alkain to continue along to the master bedroom.

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Mae moved silently through several backyards before coming upon a grand two-story house, the evidence of its awake occupants shown by lights active in the upper floors. It was one of those fancy houses with an electronic door attached to a doorbell camera so the homeowners could open it from somewhere inside, meaning Mae could hack it open. Magnetic lock doors featured little to no security, thus it popped open almost the moment she stuck her cable into the panel. The protogen slipped inside and observed her surroundings.

Lavish living area, extensive kitchen, multiple bedrooms upstairs full of night owl humans, and a temperature-controlled ducting system. Her manufactured brain analysed the ducting and came to the conclusion she could inject gaseous chemicals into each bedroom. Her body could synthesize the gas to be infectious, but that would take too long. It needed to be her detachable accessories. The protogen unzipped their bag and laid out her cocks neatly on the kitchen bench before ejecting her own pussy and placing it down with them. A quick check confirmed Bluetooth connectivity and that each toy was loaded with viral fluids, then all she had to do was lure them down.

Mae exited the home and went around to the side where her analysis told her the input vent for the ducting would be found. The protogen leaned into it and tapped into her pheromone container as her faceplate parted its mouth. A thick, dark pink mist exhaled out of her only to be quickly sucked up by the ventilation. She held back a portion, just in case it was needed for later, then headed over to a window where she could observe the kitchen where she'd left her gifts.

The family of four humans, each laying in bed and fooling around on their phones, with the exception of the mother reading a good book, did not notice the faint pink mist wafting through ceiling ducts into each of their rooms. The pheromones were extremely subtle, coming with no scent and no change other than a creeping desire to cum. After several minutes, one daughter had put her phone down to rub her slickening mound, same as her older sister in the adjacent room. The husband, not wanting to disturb his wife, despite her being equally horny, decided to go downstairs for some refreshing chilled night water. The man did not notice Mae as she had disabled the lights on her body to blend in with the darkness, and he only noticed the row of sex toys after taking a gulp of water. He choked and coughed, then investigated each toy. A smarter man might have questioned why three beastly dildos and a pocket pussy appeared on his kitchen bench on the dead of night, but Mae's aphrodisiacs ensured he would only be thinking with his dick. The husband picked up Mae's snatch and inspected it, instantly bringing a throb to his hardening cock. He checked over his shoulder for the rest of his family, then snuck off to one of many bathrooms.

The wife came down next, investigating her husband's coughing out of concern, though that was quickly forgotten when she spied the line of beautiful cocks that would no doubt quench the fire ignited in her loins. The horny housewife also failed to consider why or how dildos appeared in her kitchen, thus picked through them and decided on the twin-shafted reptile toy. Her husband didn't like to do anal on her, despite her requests, so the thought of double penetration had her soaking by the time she returned to the master bedroom.

The daughters came down together, sharing a knowing look as they had both spied their mother returning to their room with a freaky dildo in hand. Their investigation was rewarded with a horse-shaped dildo and a knotted canine one left on the kitchen bench. The older sister seemed hesitant to Mae, despite the slickness she knew was between her legs. Through the glass, the protogen could pick up their conversation easily with her advanced microphones.

“Where do you think these came from..?"

“Mother probably ordered them off the drones. Think she's got anthro fantasies?" replied the younger, yet curvier girl.

“Yuck, Bonnie. I don't want to know what she gets up to.."

“Too late. We both saw her with those… double dicks."

“Shut up."

“C'mooon, you can't tell me you're not a little bit curious?"

“Those freaks outside the walls are a bunch of horny sex animals. They've abandoned their humanity for… this" the older sister said, gesturing to the oddly shaped penises.

To her dismay, Bonnie picked up the canine toy and inspected it closely. It resembled a dog's cock, down to the veins and customary knot. Mae felt her squeezing that knot to test its firmness via wireless connection. She also felt a human cock ploughing away at her detachable pussy. The protogen felt electronic satisfaction at her objective being completed and an undefinable happiness from knowing that she was helping these humans achieve a greater form. Or at least the husband was.

“You're not seriously going to use that, are you..?"

“Why not? No other way we'll do it without getting infected" replied Bonnie, unknowingly hefting a canine dildo loaded with infectious semen.

Her sister wrinkled her nose and turned away. “Gross. I'm going to wash my face." She said, making her way to the bathroom.

Bonnie carried her new prize upstairs while her older sister came upon the closed door of the downstairs bathroom, hesitating when she heard extremely odd noises inside. Assuming her father was in there, she turned back without considering what those strange sounds could be. The kitchen was empty now, bar the thick horse dildo sticking up like a flagpole. The human girl rubbed her legs together, helplessly affected by the aphrodisiac as much as her family, then snatched the final toy and stormed up to her room.

Mae reclined on the ground outside the house, enjoying the digital feeling of being remotely fucked four times in the same moment. It was an experience no living creature could replicate, thus hard to describe. Getting gangbanged was close, but not quite there. The sensations overlapped and added to each other in perfect harmony, despite the different rhythms each human was using with her genitals. The feelings of fucking three girls with four penises and getting fucked by a man were less of an amalgamation of stimuli and more like a linear line, programmed to make the protogen feel 'good' the more it was filled, and having sex four times at once filled it quite well. A synthetic being didn't have uncontrollable muscle spasms like an organic would, so her overloading pleasure sensors merely resulted in a pleased humming.

In the downstairs bathroom, the man of the house was unashamedly fucking a fleshlight and imagining his wife was squeezing the life out of his cock. It wasn't hard to imagine, thanks to Mae's pocket pussy being able to milk his cock just the way he wanted. He came easily, spurting a small load of human cum into Mae's external storage and triggering the attachment's stores of synthesized female arousal. The wetness enveloped the human's shaft, causing infected fluids to swiftly attack the DNA of his cock, slowly morphing it into something more animalistic. The infected human gasped, swallowed, then began to slowly fuck Mae's toy a second time. Her chemical pheromones combined with the mutations of Corvid 19 would keep him horny and unable to think about why his cock felt bigger, only that the fleshlight felt tighter.

His wife was upstairs pleasuring herself with Mae's reptile lengths, taking it in her pussy and ass after discovering with delight that the dildos came with their own lubrication. Laying on her back in the bed and pushing them in wasn't fast enough, so she'd moved to the ensuite bathroom and began bouncing on the toy against the tiled floor. The woman couldn't comprehend why each insertion felt better than the last, nor did she care. Mae sent signals to disperse a small amount of Alkain and Dreyma's mixed semen from her reptile cocks every time she detected the housewife impaling herself on them, causing the infected fluids to make it feel even better in her transforming body. By the time she noticed scales forming over her skin, she would be too far gone to care.

Down the hall from her, the elder daughter had surrendered to the glory of thick horse cock. It was her deepest shame, even before the pandemic, that her greatest fantasies involved animals. Learning that the world had transformed into those animals after she was trapped in a concrete box put her so far into denial that she forgot her fetishes until her pussy split open around Mae's horse toy. Her face was buried in her pillow to prevent her moans of ecstasy from alerting her family and her ass pointed up in the air while she fervently thrust that bestial length all the way in and out of her sopping vagina. Just like her mother, Mae was releasing little bits of infections fluids to make her even more addicted than she already was.

Mae could detect the younger sister experiencing trouble. Not once in the ten minutes she'd had the dildo did the protogen detect her detachable toy's knot get squeezed by tight warmth. Try as she might, the knot was too big for Bonnie to take, though Mae could tell by the force of the insertions it was not for lack of trying. She considered leaking some fluids from her canine cock too, then recalled that Bonnie was the most eager of the family. Perhaps physical help is required, Mae thought as she rounded the house and made her way upstairs to the younger sister's room.

---

Dreyma was halfway down that long dirt driveway when they heard the screams of their first victim's wife devolve into moans. The hyena had left them to get 'reacquainted' while they moved on to a specific target; one of the many rich couples that helped fund and live in the sanctuary. Dreyma's first convert didn't have a way into Adam Brundy's manor, but he had shared an access code to the home of the rich old bastard he worked for and their trophy wife. The yeen made their way over to the address; it was one of those 'modern' houses that cost a lot, lacked any style, and were overall ugly boxes with too many floor-to-ceiling glass walls. It was far too large for the two humans that lived in it, so Dreyma decided to give the happy could some kids to raise.

Following the directions of their fellow hyena, who would probably be sneaking into other houses with his wife and spreading the virus by then, Dreyma went around the back to a large pane of glass that served as a door amongst the identical glass walls. They tapped in the code into a panel built into the door and grinned when it lit up green. The yeen slipped inside to a dark lounging area then began to investigate. It was likely the rich snob and his wife were upstairs sleeping, yet there was light on the bottom floor. Creeping around the corner, Dreyma couldn't believe their luck upon seeing a scantily clad lady having a flute of champaign in her kitchen. The moment she set it down on the countertop, huge furry arms wrapped around her head.

Mitch stirred when the blanket lifted off of him, then woke when his pyjama bottoms were pulled down to his ankles. The human opened bleary eyes to see a muscular hyena anthro kneeling over him and assumed it was a dream, or rather a nightmare. He squirmed a bit to discover that he was pinned down by another hyena – a hermaphrodite anthro endowed with big tits and a horse cock as massive as the male hyena's. Both were naked and fully erect, which knocked the sleepiness out of Mitch immediately.

“W-who the fuck-!"

“My name ain't important," said the hyena holding him down, “but y'already know yer wife."

“Jessie??"

“Hi honey~" Replied the anthro straddling his legs.

In his confusion, Mitch forgot to scream or call for help as Jessie ripped a hole in his underwear and lined himself up. The resemblance was slim, but it was there; the colour of his wife's eyes, her earrings that still remained in the hyena's large ears, the tone of her voice, even though it was distinctly masculine. He struggled to break free, to kick or punch either of the disgusting anthros, yet the herm's grip on his arms was too strong.

“How!? The fuck are you talking about!?"

“I ran into yer wife while she was downstairs getting' a midnight drink. Didn't take long fer her to stop strugglin'. I reckon' she was starved for some real dick." Explained Dreyma in his thick trailer-park accent. “Thought she'd grow a big wet puss to ride ya with, but now he's almost as big as me. Lost those tits and turned into a helluva yeen stud."

Jessie lifted Mitch's legs up over his shoulders, then stroked his pole of meat and pressed its flat head to the human's virgin pucker. “It feels sooo good honey… Let me show you." He moaned, pressing his cock into his husband's ass. Just like Alkain, the anthro's hung cock was too large to fit, but copious infected precum spilled out to lube his tight passage and corrupt it into a hyena hole suitable for taking Jessie's girth. Mitch winced, feeling those infected fluids touch him, then hopelessly squirmed some more.

“S-stop! You don't have to do this Jess, we can fix you!"

“I am fixed!" he hissed, “It feels so fucking good Mitch. I've got such a sexy dick now, and if I put it inside you you'll get one too. Loosen up honey, you're too tight for me."

“No! NO!!"

Mitch did scream that time, but his expensive house ate up all the noise as a foot of horse cock crammed into his rear. The human felt a flash of blinding pain as his former wife raped him, then that flash was over and he simply felt numb. Then, the virus seeped into his body from Jessie's precum and tickled his nerves with unwanted arousal. Mitch's struggles amounted to nothing, and his mind rebelled at the pleasure his body was force-feeding him. Before he knew it, the horse cock in his ass felt better than it had any right to. Despite being fully impaled on a log of filthy anthro dick, Mitch felt his own penis growing erect. Three, almost four sad inches of human meat twitched above the eleven inches of hybrid buried in him.

“Heh, no wonder yer wife was beggin' me downstairs."

Dreyma manoeuvred over the human then sat on his belly, hiding Mitch's laughable length between the furry yeens. With their victim's arms pinned to his sides under the weight of two big hyenas, Dreyma was free to start stroking their cock right in front of his face. The human reeled his head back, trying to keep away from the anthro's musky length, but they could see him sniffing hard, trying and failing to resist like all the others. Meanwhile, Jessie had begun to move themself in and out of his husband's loosening pucker, eager to go harder once he'd fucked the resistance out.

The yeen stroked themself off casually in front of the writhing human, watching them begin to grow fur while he taunted, “I noticed a lotta fuckin' health food in yer kitchen while I fucked yer wife over the coun'er. I bred her full then left her leakin' my seed and growin' a big ol' cock to go rummage in ya pantry. The story makes sense." Dreyma grabbed Mitch by the hair and forced him to hold still so they could inspect him. “Mid forties, desperate to keep himself pretty for a gal he don't deserve, a whole alphabet of vitamins and shit to keep yer dick from shrinkin'. And all the money to waste on expensive shit like that. I wonder if you'll turn into a pretty girl, since I made yer wife a hung yeen."

“Fuck you.. Ah~!"

An unexpectedly girlish gasp came from Mitch as his wife slammed home with a wet slap, smacking coconut-sized balls against his ass. Jessie leaned back then laughed in that classic hyena cackle, “He's losing his dick!" Dreyma raised up to reveal the human's cock visibly shrinking. Mitch watched and felt in horror as his already meagre length reduced to a micro-penis, then nothing while the hyenas cackled at him. In its place, the lightly furred skin on his groin parted as his wife continued to fuck infected precum into his ass.

“Yea, there's a good girl. Aint it funny how ya tried sooo hard, spent all ya money on stopping yer cock from shrinking and staying human in this lil' sanctuary", Dreyma jeered, spitting that last word out, “just for yer dick to become a nice tight slit for me and yer wife to fuck while you get infected anyhow!"

Mitch's cheeks burned with fury and embarrassment. The vile hyena hermaphrodite had fucked his wife, turned her into a monster, and now it was raping him into a monster too. Despite how terrible his situation was, Mitch was doing all he could to stop himself from begging for their cocks. It was unbelievable how good it felt to have his insides reshaped by his wife's thick horse cock. His ass was already corrupted to feel nothing but pleasure for hung yeen raping him, which was why Mitch whined in disappointment when he felt so empty after Jessie pulled out of him.

That emptiness only lasted a second before he felt his new hyena pussy spread around his wife's cock as Jessie took his virginity a second time. The transforming man moaned in unparalleled bliss while his new vaginal muscles squeezed that glorious length spreading him wide. Even as his body writhed in orgasm, Mitch denied it all; he'd spent all his life manipulating his way to the top, acquiring more money than he knew what to do with, come too far and remained as one of the lasts humans just for a villainous hyena to ruin his life! He tried so hard to stay healthy and pure that failure wasn't an option. Mitch lied to himself, believing that if he fought against the pleasure being injected into his brain then he'd make it through.

Dreyma could feel the husband's stomach under his ass deforming from his wife's thick length pounding into him. They sensed Jessie was close, and so were they – The dual-sex yeen stroked their own horse dick faster until they came together. The two furries' near identical cock and balls expelled their loads, Jessie's going deep into his husband's newly formed womb and Dreyma's coating the former human's half-formed muzzle. The power of two heavily infected waves of cum absorbing into Mitch's body caused his transformation to finish in a near instant.

The human, now a hyena with a pussy, came around his wife's cock again as chemical pleasure snapped his mind like a twig. All thoughts of resistance were washed away as Dreyma's seed splashed over his face, into his mouth, and across his flat chest, soaking his pyjama shirt with musky fluids. Mitch's womb was filled in a moment, causing the remainder of his wife's seed to jet out from their joining to stain their crotches. He could feel an insatiable horniness growing in him, fuelled by Jessie's sperm raping several off his eggs. Gone was the human who strived so fruitlessly to maintain his human body, and now there was Mitch, a cock-hungry yeen slut eager to fuck the anthros on top of him as well as any humans he caught outside.

Jessie moaned and panted as he slumped into Dreyma's back and groped their tits. From the amount of pearlescent spunk covering Mitch's front, it was expected that they'd need some time to recover, yet Dreyma's heavy cock had twitched back up to its full length already. The large hyena unceremoniously yanked Mitch off of his wife's cock and pushed him down into his ruined king-sized bed.

“After I breed ya full of my own young, we're goin' out to hunt for more weak humans to convert."

Mitch submissively whined and rolled to his side as he felt his hung wife press their horse cock back into his ass just after Dreyma slid into their well-fucked pussy. A squirt of spunk ejected out as the herm stuffed their length in, and the noises of sloppy breeding soon followed.

---

Alkain opened the doors to the master bedroom, causing them to creak in the most inconvenient way. A man and woman, previously fast asleep, began to stir and rise in their bed. Can't let them scream, Alkain thought. The hybrid lunged forward with thundering footsteps to catch the drowsy pain wide-eyed but too late to cry out. A strong scaly claw held each of their jaws shut while his spare arms pinned them to the bed. He crouched between the flailing humans, letting his cocks drip musky pre onto the bedsheets. Their muffled shouts grew slack as they ran out of breath, then the married couple inhaled through their noses.

A battering ram of pheromones slammed into their senses, immediately causing them to grow slack in Alkain's grasp. He knew his scent functioned as an aphrodisiac after what happened to all his roommates back at the warehouse, but it was clear that his scent had a much stronger effect on humans. The hybrid cautiously removed his hands to find that the humans had turned glassy-eyed and dizzy. As Alkain stroked his cocks, he grabbed the man and looked into his eyes. Dilated pupils, and a glassy stare that drifted to the source of the pheromones. It was always fascinating for Alkain to discover a new ability of his body, more so to test it out on a willing, or unwilling, victim.

“W-what, no.." the husband muttered, weakly trying to peel himself out of monstrous claws. “Don't infect us. Get away- “

“Breathe deeply. You'll want it soon enough~"

The man of the house resisted him, but his wife wasn't doing so well; she had the opportunity to run, or even call for help – instead she crawled across the bed to fall against Alkain's breeding tools and nuzzle against their ridges. He could feel her huffing unashamedly, stuffing more of the hybrid's powerful scent into her nose and getting drunk off of it. She was lost, and her husband tried in vain to save her.

The anthro relaxed his grip, allowing the human to reach out for his wife. “Darling, no, stop.." he gasped, grabbing her by the shoulder and tugging her out of Alkain's reach. She simply held on tighter to his sturdy shafts, almost hugging them to prevent her husband's attempt to stop her act of infidelity. She moaned wantonly and moved her face up to the end of his lower length, the hearts almost visible in her pupils.

“He smells so good babe… Smell him."

He clearly hadn't been expecting his wife to betray him like this, because he stumbled easily into Alkain's crotch after she yanked him closer. The anthro simply watched in amusement as the smaller man coughed and spluttered, failing to get his pheromones out of their system. Still, he resisted, and picked himself up to try to get off the bed and head towards the door to find help. In his stupor, he simply didn't consider that shouting would ruin Alkain's plans, even if he and his wife were beyond saving.

“Where do you think you're going, little man? Gonna leave your wife to suck my cocks by herself?"

“She would never-“

She would. He turned to see his wife greedily slurping the head of the monster's lower cock and stroking over a foot of length that simply couldn't fit in her mouth. His aphrodisiac-affected mind caused him to hesitate and wonder what the source of the pleasant smell would taste like, just as she had done before sucking them off. An insistent claw on his shoulder stole the decision from him, as he was pushed down onto the bed beside his wife and dangerously close to the hybrid's infectious equipment. Feelings of shame and arousal flooded him with every moment his wife cleaned a cock easily four times bigger than his own. His masculinity was in question, and Alkain's lust-inducing musk was quickly tipping the scale.

As the wife drank the anthro's precum, her infection advanced rapidly; her pupils became slitted and a smoother texture took over her skin, toughening it in a way that still left her soft to touch. The husband could see the love of his life turning, knew she was past the point of return just as he was, and felt the rest of his resistance wilt under the raw masculinity of the monster corrupting them. He took hold of Alkain's upper shaft, causing his hands to become slimy with the fluids that coated it, then brought his lips to the tip. A fragment of his mind rationed it was just to find out why his wife seemed so obsessed, hoping it would somehow not destroy his mind with addiction and a virus that could turn him into the very same monster in the process.

The moment he tasted Alkain, it was all over. He moaned around the upper cock as it sank into his mouth, suddenly understanding why his wife was suddenly so attached; the anthro had that strong bitter taste, as expected of semen, as well as an unexplainable flavour that left him craving more. The fallen husband fervently worshipped the anthro's cock while his wife serviced the other, both united again in their desire to be taken by the strong hybrid.

Alkain could see his spell had taken over the man's mind, just as it had done to the woman, and knew they were his breeding sluts. As much as he enjoyed dominating the happy couple, he did have a job to do, humans to fuck. He met no resistance when pushing the female down onto the bed while lifting the other up in the air. After being infected by Alkain's special blend, her body was well prepared to take his hyper size from the start. He pushed his lower shaft into her incredibly wet pussy, finding it difficult but not impossible to push half his length in until it bottomed out inside her womb. With the wife fully impaled and weeping tears of joy, he lowered her husband onto his upper shaft.

It took a minute to tease that tight pucker open enough, though he knew he could do it thanks to Slick. The female clenched around his breeding rod in utter bliss as her husband slowly dropped, inch by thick inch, until almost a foot of dragonfox cock filled his ass. Both humans were far from taking his knots, yet somehow Alkain knew that would change as he began to fuck them. Gently at first, sliding slowing in the wife as he bobbed the husband up and down. He found the angle difficult, so he lowered the man to rest on top of her – a stack of humans for him to pound into.

The huge anthro used restraint when spreading them wide; as far as Alkain knew, these humans hadn't done anything wrong other than live where Adam Brundy wanted to set up his sanctuary – if anything they were collateral damage in a task that had to be done. As far as 'civilian casualties' went, this was a very pleasurable alternative. The tightness of his two new fuck toys was squeezing the precum right out of him, causing a chain reaction of faster infection which in turn made the infected humans easier to fuck. As their bodies became looser and able to take more of his lengths, they became no less pleasurable or entertaining to pound into. Alkain loved the way the happily married couple writhed and moaned as he fucked them both, one on top of the other.

The wife seemed to be developing scales, taking on his draconic side, while the husband developed a layer of warm fur from his other side. More importantly, the man of the house was becoming a little less of a man with every gush of precum ejected into his body; the skin of his taint parted in a most interesting way, because unlike Slick, this man's dick grew larger instead of shrinking. Nowhere near the scale of Alkain of course, but the transforming human was growing a knotted vulpine cock to go along with their fox pussy. It seemed that while he was unable to literally breed a fully male anthro, he had the power to give any human a womb if it was his essence that infected them – the night suddenly became a whole lot more exciting. The hybrid slammed their hips a few more times, forcing another set of lewd moans as he resized their holes before pulling out and getting a disappointed whine.

“You're turning into a fine bitch, just like your wife. I'll breed you both full of my pups~"

Alkain growled in the height of his rut as he flipped the husband over, pressing his slightly larger cock against his wife's belly and putting their pussies closer together. He lined his massive lengths up with their eager slits, then pressed inward. Welcoming warmth surrounded his lower cock while exquisite tightness surrounded his upper cock as he took the husband's vaginal virginity. The humans, now in the stages of their bones reforming to take on their new anthro bodies, held on to each other and kissed passionately as they shared the feeling of Alkain's ridged cocks hitting them in all the right places. Their female anatomy had developed far enough for the hybrid to get deeper, allowing the swollen knots at the base to slap into their rears in unison.

The husband shuddered and came to the beautiful new sensation of being ploughed by a thick cock, simultaneously coating he and his wife's bellies with the last of his human cum as his furry orbs began to produce infected fox fluids instead. A few moments later, his wife came on Alkain's cock too, and the monstrous anthro wasn't far behind.

---

Slick snuck into her friend's bedroom as Alkain disappeared into the parent's room. Not her parents, but rather his. The boy, sound asleep in his bed, unaware that he was about to get pounced by a horny cabbit and that his parents would soon be getting raped by a twin cocked, four-armed hybrid. She crept over on soft paws to stand at the bedside for a moment, glancing over the peaceful human's features; messy dark hair, lean frame, and a handsome face that Evelyn had fallen in love with. It was an unrequited love, since she knew he was firmly straight, though she wished it were different. Chris was a lovely guy and was happy to be her friend, even if he wasn't interested in her trans girl body. He'd even invited her over for a sleep over at his house, coincidentally saving her from the rampaging virus as the sanctuary was built overnight, thanks to the multi-millionaire down the road.

That had all changed now. She was infected, turned into a fully female cat and rabbit hybrid, and soon she would infect him too. Maybe he'd welcome her new womanly body, or he'd scream in terror and Slick would have to rape him. Either way, the cabbit was far too horny to stop, and getting bred by Alkain had done nothing to her insatiable hunger. She climbed over him and with knees on either side of his head, knelt down to place her incredibly slick pussy over Chris' mouth just as he woke up.

“Mm- Mmmrf-!"

The feeling of wetness covering Chris' face – not a pleasant sensation to wake up to. He inhaled sharply through his noise, since his mouth was blocked, and was slammed by a sickly sweet and pungent aroma that seemed to make his morning wood even harder. On instinct, the human screamed into Slick's pussy and brought his arms up to get her off him, but all that did was allow her infected arousal and some leftover Alkain semen to spill into his mouth. Chris took stock of his situation, which did not alleviate his panic in the slightest; an infectious anthro was sitting on his face, already sealing his fate with her unexpectedly delicious fluids, and he could do nothing but squirm, inhale her heat, or swallow.

“Ssshhh Chris, it's me. Evelyn"

His wide eyes spoke for themselves. “What??", they seemed to say. Upon being told it was his friend, Slick noticed the human's struggles seemed to ease up.

“My name is Slick now. Some sexy anthro broke in and turned me into this~" she purred, hefting her heavy tits for the male to see. She could see the gears turning in his head, struggling to process that information as she choked him with her wet pussy. Slick hummed in delight as she ground her snatch all over him, drenching his cheeks and chin from the excess fluids, then gasped as she felt the human's tongue lick her clit. The cabbit looked down to see Chris had made up his mind, and it was her dream come true; the young man grabbed onto her furred thighs in support instead of trying to shove her off, and her willingly licked her lower entrance with an almost overjoyed expression.

“Are you gonna be a good boy Chris? Stay quiet, or your parents might hear you."

He nodded – as much as he could with a thick cabbit riding his face – then she lifted off and allowed the infected human to gasp for fresh air. To her surprise, he gulped that lungful then dove on her pussy again, attacking it with his tongue and almost causing Slick to collapse on top of him. With one paw on Chris' head and the other groping her own tit, Slick moaned loudly as her crush willingly ate her out to completion. She shuddered in his grasp and drenched the human's front with her slickness while he swallowed as much as he could, then moved to the side as they both gasped for breath.

“Y-you're okay with this?" Slick asked.

He looked at her with a hunger in his eyes that rivalled her own, and a heavily infected mouth that looked halfway to that becoming a rabbit's.

“Fuck yeah I am. I like you Evelyn- uhh, Slick. I just didn't swing that way." Chris explained as he wiped his mouth, licked his fingers, then removed his sodden t-shirt. “I was uhm, scared to tell you I'm a furry, especially with what's going on in the world. But this- you, you're sexy as fuck. Can we-?"

The infected human held onto his pants, ready to pull them down if Slick gave him permission – there was nothing she ever wanted more. She nodded eagerly, almost weeping in excitement, “Yes! Yes! Let's fuck like rabbits Chris!"

He quietly laughed as he slid his pants down, “I actually like rabbits the most, so this is perfect. Always wanted to be one myself."

“That's kind of the point really."

“Really?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Wow, this whole virus thing doesn't seem as bad as the old men say it is."

“Shut up. I want you inside me~"

Slick positioned herself over her crush as he slipped his boxers off, showing a fully erect human shaft – incomparable to the hybrid cocks she got bred by a few minutes ago, but more than enough for her to enjoy. She lowered her hips and easily sunk onto his pink shaft, making them both gasp in relief. Her wetness was unlike any other woman Chris had ever been with, and his cock felt perfect to her heat-stricken passage. She bounced on him, more than happy to do all the work if it meant she could be creampied by the handsome human, soon to be a bunny.

Chris would become rabbit-like much sooner than expected, since Slick's feminine fluids turned out to be as infectious as Alkain, though his cum slipping out of her womb definitely helped. Chris was already a willing participant, but as the virus-induced chemicals flooded his brain he began to enter an animalistic rut. Fur sprouted all across his skin, taking on a dark and dusty colouration while his ears jumped to the top of his head and extended high. The transforming human thrust up into the sexy cabbit in time with her bounces, and played with her heaving tits with hands that morphed into rabbit paws. Chris was already looking more like an anthro bunny than a human by the time Slick came all over him again, soaking his crotch and swiftly transforming his cock into a lagomorph shaft while she rode it hard. When the cabbit in heat finally slipped off and slumped to the side, Chris had already finished with his bone reconstruction and was almost fully corrupted – and he hadn't even cum.

“Not done with you yet-!"

Slick yelped as she was grabbed with surprising strength and thrown into the soft bedding. She remained there, head in the pillows and ass up as Chris took her from behind, easily inserting his big bunny cock into her sopping tunnel. He felt much bigger than before, as if the virus were determined to endow all its victims in some way. With Slick moaning into the pillows and Chris mounting her, they could finally mate in the way they were meant to – like rabbits. It was entirely different to when she was on top; the bunny boy had developed powerful legs, allowing him to rut her like no other – his hips were a blur, and so was his thick cock as it vanished in and out of Slick's pussy. The loose wetness of her love tunnel allowed Chris to go all out and turn his infector into a quivering mess.

Typical of a rabbit, Chris had no refractory period. He came in her three times, each load bigger than the last and adding to Slick's already bulging belly.

---

Hot, wet, creamy noises filled the master bedroom as Alkain worked his knots into his two moaning sluts – not the first and not the last. Even though he hadn't cum in either of them yet, their transformations were fully complete; the husband had turned into a lovely vixen, complete with a modest fox cock and pussy hidden behind his balls, while his wife had turned into a voluptuous blue dragon anthro with tits Alkain needed all four hands to squeeze and leathery wings splayed across the king bed. They were still making out and moaning into each other's muzzles when the hybrid finally shoved his oversized knots in and emptied his nuts.

Alkain's cantaloupe-sized balls audibly squelched as they dumped his heavy load into husband and wife at the same time, causing their bellies to swell then steadily balloon out as they were both forced into yet another orgasm. The herm fox was pushed up by their expanding bodies, meaning Alkain had to hold him up just to keep the gravid anthro balanced. All three were panting in post-climax, though Alkain's would extend and taper off over the next couple minutes. Another two sluts to add to my count, the hybrid thought as he heard the doors creak again. He couldn't move a whole lot without disturbing his seedbeds, so he craned his neck to see who had entered.

It was Slick, followed closely behind by a male rabbit with dark patches of fur. She was leaking more seed than Alkain remembered leaving her with, and he noticed the bunny's rather impressive sack coupled with his slick shaft – evidence of their union. He snerked: nobody would beat him in a game of breeding, least of all this bunny, though Slick seemed happy. The cum-filled cabbit blushed and waved at Alkain as the rabbit behind her grasped her hips and smoothly slid his throbbing shaft back into her. She struggled to stand there in the hall let alone speak as the Chris rutted her a fourth time.

“I got m-my one."

“Rrff. I've bred both of his parents."

“That's everyone then~"

“For now. Once he is done with you, we split up and spread the gift to the neighbours. The night is young and there are plenty of humans to infect," Alkain grunted, then pulled his knots out of Chris' impregnated parents, allowing them to deflate and spill gallons of spunk all over the bed, “plenty of humans to make into my sluts."

---

Bonnie pressed the knot of her chosen toy firmly into her cunt, both eager and afraid to feel it fill her with a pleasure she didn't know if she could come back from. Yet, it denied her by simply being far too girthy for her snug pussy to take. The shaft of the canine toy felt wonderful and she so desperately wanted the thick knot at the base, no matter what the cost. Bonnie had considered using some sort of lotion from the shower to lube it up when she discovered it was as self-lubricating as she was. Her own arousal mixed with some kind of facsimile of male precum to allow her to fuck herself on the toy, minus its tantalising knot.

The curvy girl laid on her bed, sliding it in and out to no avail. She tried holding the toy to the floor and bouncing on it. Even considered sticking it to the wall, but the toy featured some kind of advanced technical system on the back instead of a suction cup. There was no way around it – the knot was simply too big for her to take. Bonnie could have been satisfied by what she could fit, but some part of her mind insisted she take the knot and cum on it as she was bred. A strange feeling for a girl who wasn't interested in pregnancy. Breeding was different though. Breeding came with a feeling of fulfilling her purpose, and ever since she felt inner walls squeeze that canine toy she wanted to be bred.

In the height of Bonnie's frustration, as she lay nearly upside down and trying to cram the toy into her sopping pussy from above, the door to her bedroom opened. The horny girl nearly collapsed off the bed trying to hide her debauchery in a split second before her family saw, though it was not her parents nor her older sister that stepped in. Bonnie didn't have a clue what entered her room. It was female, given the full breasts, and she panicked for a moment thinking it was one of the infected from outside the sanctuary upon noticing the fur. However, this creature had mechanical joints and hard sections of body amongst the fur, as well as an electronic head that displayed the creature's face. The entity's expression looked calming and empathetic to her, like they wanted to help Bonnie somehow.

“What, who're you..?"

“I am Mae. I noticed you experiencing difficulty in taking my full length. I have come to assist."

“Huh? Have you been watching me?"

“I have been feeling you." Mae announced in her synthetic voice, pointing at the toy poorly hidden behind Bonnie's leg, “Allow me to reattach my penis and provide aid."

“This is yours-?"

Bonnie hefted the toy up between them, blushing as it was still coated in her feminine arousal. The situation was simply too weird to put a stop to. She wanted to question who Mae was, why they'd left their toys in her home, and how they got into the sanctuary, but the protogen's aphrodisiacs had robbed her of such critical thinking and replaced it with a need to feel a knot plugging her pussy, even if a stranger had to fuck it into her. The horny girl offered Mae's canine cock with a resolution to get fucked, and a determination to make it her own doing.

“You have my thanks." Mae said as she took her attachment and slotted it into her crotch. The toy had limited functionality and sensation when it was connected via Bluetooth, but with it physically attached to where it belonged, the reddish-pink shaft bounced to life and throbbed with Mae's full control over it. Bonnie shuffled to the side of her bed and waited expectantly for the protogen to join her. The horny girl was rubbing her thighs together as her pussy juiced itself in anticipation, unaware of any consequences from getting fucked by Mae or even that she was already infected from the viral cum stored in the dildo.

“Please, lay prone or supine on the bedding and allow me to penetrate you."

“I don't think so. YOU lay down so I can ride that cock as long as I want, got it?"

Mae wasn't expecting dominance from the victims of her pheromones, and her faceplate displayed a brief throbber before becoming a green tick of approval then returning to a pleased expression. It was fine if she took the submissive role, since the only parameter that mattered was her partners becoming infected. The protogen climbed onto Bonnie's bed with mechanical precision, taking the least amount of movements to get in and lay on her back in a neutral position with her canine cock pointed to the heavens.

Bonnie swung a leg over, then straddled the strange robot. The position wasn't really any different to when she trying to knot herself with the toy on the floor, though she supposed having it attached to a vaguely humanoid frame could make the difference she needed. The human lowered down to penetrate her folds on that tapered tip, same as before, then came to rest on Mae's stubborn knot. Then, Bonnie felt a spurt of warmth enter her pussy.

“Did you just cum in me?!"

“Negative. Now that the penis it attached to my frame, I am capable of heating the fluids and injecting them from my internal storage. I detected that you required more lubrication."

“Oh, well that's cool. You're a good sex robot."

“I am a protogen designed for [REDACTED]"

Bonnie winced at the android's last word, as it came out deeper and louder than she wanted – she hoped her family wouldn't notice with them all busy fucking themselves on other toys. The thick girl began to bounce, causing her heavy breasts to jiggle in a way that would hypnotise most men, though the protogen seemed unfazed. Mae's only input was to lay there, control her cock, and lay steadying paws on Bonnie's thighs as they rode her. Having it attached to her frame was far more realistic since Mae had access to a variety of functions, such as heating the canine toy to feel like the real deal.

The thought crossed the infected human's mind, imagining one of the anthro canine's she'd seen on the news, or even a feral dog having sex with her. Perverted, blasphemous, degenerated, yet the taboo aroused Bonnie far more than it should have. In her lustful state, the girl failed to notice a thin fuzz beginning to come out of her skin. The only thing in her head was a need to be bred by a filthy dog, like a bitch in heat. With that in mind, she bounced on Mae hard enough to shake the bed, making it clear to at least her sister next door that something was going on – little did she know that her older sister was currently distracted by getting creampied by a horse dildo and trying not to scream in orgasm.

The doggy dick in her cunt felt too real, like she could close her eyes and imagine a strong canine underneath her ready to knot and breed her pussy like the dog she was. That was an odd thought too, but she didn't linger on it. More and more infected cum from Alkain and Dreyma leaked into the human under the pretence that it was some form of harmless lube – there was a lot more inside Mae that was primed to pump into her once Bonnie took the knot. It was close; the curvy human girl could feel her lower lips stretching around it, spreading a little bit further each time her heavy ass slapped down into the protogen's lap. Bonnie didn't realise that once her pussy gaped around the halfway point of Mae's knot, it would sink in and not come back out.

The slowly transforming human felt herself stretch wider than ever before, almost uncomfortably so, then fell as her sopping cunt finally accepted the knots girth and fully impaled on Mae's length. The feeling of that fat bulb pressing into her so insistently and squishing the most pleasurable parts of her inner walls made her cum instantly – Bonnie moaned loud enough for the whole house to hear as she creamed herself on Mae's knotted attachment.

Then Mae creamed her. Feeling the human's blissful tightness around her knot, as well as varying pleasure from the other three family members using her genitals, near short-circuited the protogen and caused her to release several spurts of infectious seed deep into Bonnie's womb. The human's infection accelerated slightly, causing a pelt of brown fur to form over her entire body and the beginnings of bone reformation to occur. What should have been an alarming experience only heightened Bonnie's climax as the virus wreaked havoc on her pleasure centres, partially corrupting her DNA and causing her to develop a minor addiction to getting creampied, thanks to Alkain's semen.

Bonnie went limp in the protogen's arms, energy spent from riding and cumming her brains out. Unlike organic canines, Mae did not have to wait for her knot to naturally deflate; with the deed done, she simply willed it to soften, allowing her to pull out of the half-transformed human immediately. Mae gently laid her down on the bed and made to leave when a pseudo-paw grabbed her wrist.

“Again…"

The protogen turned to see Bonnie sitting up, trying to stand on jelly legs to stop her from leaving. After getting a taste of her first knotted creampie, she wanted more. If her bones had finished rearranging she would have pounced the android, yet she had been left in a semi-shifted state, like a werewolf halfway through its transformation having awkward limbs.

A quick scan showed as much; Bonnie was in the end stages of her alteration, meaning she would be ill-equipped to chase after other humans – reason enough to give her what she wanted. “Acceptable. For efficiency, you should take a supine position and allow me to do the work this time."

“. . . A what position?"

“Lay on your back please."

“Fine. Just knot me again.."

Bonnie was a sexually active girl, and had already fucked several of the men also isolated in the sanctuary. Each of those times she was on top, in control. She liked to be in control, which was why she pouted and blushed when the protogen positioned themself between her legs. It was the difference between getting fucked and using someone's dick to get off, and Bonnie preferred to be dominant.

She tried to remain stern, but the aphrodisiac in her system and the knotted dildo being thrust into her moist pussy made it very difficult to not moan. It felt as good as the first time, if not better, as if her non-human pussy was designed to take canine cock. Bonnie's furry features finally fleshed out as Mae injected copious amount of pre to finish off the girl's transformation in a canine. The protogen noted that no canine DNA existed within her stores, meaning her willpower had influenced the mutation – likely her newfound love for knots.

As Mae steadily thrust in and out of the former human, her changes gradually set in; Bonnie's ears rose up her head and grew into tall points as she panted, charcoal black fur coated her body, broken by deep brown markings that paired well with her chocolate hair, and her sexy silhouette amplified, leaving the doberman female with the kind of curvy assets that demanded worship. With all traces of her humanity corrupted, Bonnie finally entered a sexual transformation-induced heat, causing her to growl dominantly and wrap her powerful legs around the protogen's waist.

Mae found that the servos in her synthetic body were unable to overcome the horny anthro's advances, making her unable to pull away. Instead of resisting, the android pushed her cock further in and with Bonnie's help, forced the knot to stretch her wide. At any point Mae could have softened her knot, of course, but for the purposes of bringing her partner the greatest pleasure she kept it at full size until she was done cumming. Forcing the knot in early before it could naturally be fucked into her was challenging, and Bonnie wanted to win. By pulling the protogen's knot in herself, she would remain victorious. A silly notion that Mae was happy to indulge.

It slipped in with an audible 'pop' and both girls came at once, resulting in the horny and knot-loving personality being permanently cemented in Bonnie's mind, even if she was a horny girl to begin with. At that same moment, the signal to cum was sent to all of Mae's Bluetooth devices, causing Bonnie' s older sister to be creampied a second time and her mother to get filled in both holes while her father felt the wet warmth and tightness of a pussy squirting all over his cock. All around the house, Bonnie's family finished their own transformations thanks to Mae's detachable devices.

For a mere few moments, Bonnie was at peace being knotted and filled like a good bitch in heat. Her new canine body felt wonderful, especially with her pussy filled by such a suitable cock. Then Mae softened and pulled out of her, leaving the anthro doberman in the same state of overwhelming heat as before. She went to grab the protogen again, but her display plate showed an angry red cross symbol.

“Negative. I must depart to infect more humans."

“Fuck that, I'm going to ride you all night."

“Suggestion: seek out other humans and convert them via intercourse." Bonnie seemed to accept that, and an extremely mischievous grin took over her face. Mae turned to leave, then hesitated before adding, “Request: do so quietly. You will achieve more sexual encounters the longer the sanctuary remains calm."

“. . . Whatever."

Mae began walking downstairs towards the front door when Bonnie's sister, a well-endowed mare, stumbled out of their room with a dazed expression. At the same time, the man of the house emerged as a hung stallion, and his wife a hyena. They all shared vacant, horny stares and held Mae's accessories like treasures. The aphrodisiac in their systems robbed them of thought and made them little more than suggestible zombies. She could think of a better use for the empty-headed anthros. Bonnie – a little more put-together than the rest of her family – came out of her room to join them.

“Sneak into your neighbour's houses and convert them using my toys. Do not allow the humans to become alerted to our presence."

The protogen took a minute to retrieve each toy, 'reload' them from her internal reserves, then return them. The anthros split up, hunting for unsuspecting humans to convert. Mae remained close by to her minions to stay in Bluetooth-range while Bonnie wandered off in search of a cock worthy of gifting a knot for her salivating pussy.

One by one, the formerly safe houses in the sanctuary were broken into and their occupants raped into mindless sex beasts as horny as their rapists. A pack of hung hyenas snapped the door off its hinges then rushed inside pin down and fuck whoever they found before they could even scream. A few minutes later, a larger pack of yeens would emerge and split up to raid multiple houses. Infected anthros, still wobbling with a belly full of Alkain's cum, ganged up on individual humans and let the excessive seed in their wombs spill out to infect their prey on the dragonfox-hybrid's behalf. Mae and her minions, armed with transformative sex toys, went house to house subduing and converting whole families at a time to give the protogen even more minions to direct.

The Radicals diligently maintained stealth and informed their victims to do the same, but eventually there were so many infected running around that discovery was inevitable. It was Bonnie, the raging sex fiend, who ended up getting caught in the act of riding a half-transformed man when his wife walked in and screamed. They teamed up on her quickly after that, but the damage was done; neighbours heard the piercing cry and woke up to take a look outside and witness various anthros rampaging throughout the sanctuary. It was a double-edged sword for the humans, because once they started panicking and fleeing, the infected no longer needed to hold back.

Some chose to stay inside their homes, others took to the streets in an attempt to flee to one of the many emergency exits around the perimeter. A few had the sense to drive in relative safety inside their cars, but that just made them bigger targets. Like a zombie movie, a man and his husband swerved around anthros trying to jump on their car, and in doing so overturned a corner to instead ram into a massive concrete support pillar and deploy its airbags. The driver cradled his aching head and turned to check on his husband to find them absent and the passenger side door wide open. He stumbled out and rounded the rear of his car to find his meek husband getting railed by a hyena with a horse cock.

He took a swing at the rapist and was blocked by a thick furry arm grabbing his own then shoving him over the boot of his car. Another naked hyena, this one with furred breasts as well as an equine dick, pinned him shouting and struggling to the cold metal. Dreyma unceremoniously tore apart the fabric protecting his rear then rubbed the slimy flat head of their cock against his pucker.

“Gonna be a good boy and relax for my dick?"

“Argh! Get the fuck off me!"

“Didn't think so- “

The hung hyena shoved their length in deep, gaping the poor human wider than ever before – thankfully they had some experience, but it still hurt. That pain quickly faded as infected precum melted into his tight hole and made it feel much better than the man wanted to admit. He still resisted, kicking and screaming as the hermaphrodite railed him hard in a desperate need to save his husband.

“Leave him alone! I'll kill you!"

“What're ya talkin' about? He loves it."

A big paw gripped the back of the human's head and shoved him across the boot to get a view of his husband and their rapist. They were pinned to the road and getting fucked by a horse dick as big as the one inside his own ass. Spotted fur was already beginning to grow across their skin and with each thrust, they looked less human and more like just another hyena. The worst part was the love of his life was wrapping their legs around their attacker, moaning and clearly enjoying his insides being rearranged by someone other than him. It was understandable, given how good Dreyma was making him feel – the infected human could feel his cock lengthening into something bestial that pressed against the back of the car.

“N-no, we'll never be animals like you." He spat, even as he rocked his hips back against his rapist. Dreyma's laughing cackle was infectious, causing the other yeen to cackle and even the shifting husband to join in as his face reshaped completely.

“Ya ain't an animal yet boy, but ye are my fuckin' bitch! Tell me that don't feel like the best dick you ever had."

“I… You're disgusting!"

“Liar!" Dreyma snarled as he bucked extra hard into the human. “I can feel yer insides squeezin' me. Yer enjoyin' this as much as yer pretty boyfriend. Look how happy he is."

He didn't want to, but he opened his eyes to see the hung yeen pull out of his husband, leaving a trail of musky spunk while the new yeen reached his own orgasm. A rope of thin human cum erupted out of his husband's horse cock, quickly followed by thicker spurts of infectious hyena seed that landed over their own blissful face. His soulmate, now looking like a muscular hyena stud, stood as his rapist ran off in search of more prey, then came over to join Dreyma. The former human slapped their throbbing meat down in front of their husband, who wanted nothing more than to suck on the reeking breeding rod.

“Mmmf, it feels so good dear. Join us. Let that sexy hyena fill your ass~"

“N-no…" he mumbled weakly. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the herm's advances, and seeing his husband take the side of his rapist so willingly shook him to the core. Dreyma shoved him closer to his husband's new horse cock and growl in his ear.

“Be a good cock slut and suck him off."

The infected human's mind held onto a sliver of rebellion, but his body was all but willing. As his furry husband pushed their huge shaft to his lips, his mouth automatically opened to accept it. Tasting the remnants of their infectious load corrupted what remained of his human mind, allowing him to shamelessly moan in surrender. There was little reason to resist anymore since he was already tainted and his soulmate had joined the other side, so he fully embraced the yeen's corruption.

“Good fuckin' boy…"

Feeling them enthusiastically meet their thrusts, Dreyma rewarded him with a thick cream filling; transformative yeen cum painted the human's insides, quickly accelerating their shift into yet another hyena for the packs roaming the sanctuary. Dreyma's victim ejected the last of their human load onto the back of the car, then got up to join the ranks of the infected. The hyenas cackled amongst themselves, then split up in search of more humans.

---

Alkain was being followed by a harem of furs swollen and addicted to his seed, despite telling them to go find other humans. He sighed, can't fault them for that. They walked down the street like an unruly mob, some of them being obedient enough to break into the houses they passed to either rape the occupants or drag them out, kicking and screaming, for Alkain to convert into another mind broken member of his harem. The sanctuary was waking up, more chaos, more people running into the streets to be picked off and converted into another anthro sex zombie.

Then, Alkain saw the manor at the end of the road, saw the shiny bald head of the man peeking out the front door, and recognised the man he'd seen on the billboard every day he walked home from work. Adam Brundy. Apparently, the multi-millionaire saw him too – not hard to do given Alkain's silhouette – and quickly hid inside. The dragonfox-hybrid loped forward, then abandoned his harem of pregnant males and females to run full speed down the lane, putting claw divots in the road below. Alkain thundered straight towards Adam's manor with the intent to get justice in a most cruel fashion.

Recessed pods on the massive home folded out, revealing gun turrets similar to those on the outside of the sanctuary. They spat low calibre rounds at the charging anthro, like furious bees trying to rip into his flesh. Alkain covered his eyes with one meaty forearm and used the remaining three to protect his precious cocks while he continued to charge blindly down the road. Bullets pinged and deflected off some of the hybrid's thicker scales, while several lucky shots dug shallow holes into his flesh – that only made him furious.

The front door to the manor and the surrounded frame exploded into splinters as Alkain smashed through, bruised and bloody with various bullet wounds in superficial locations. He scratched a few of the more painful chunks of lead out of his hide, then prowled the extensive manor. The house was silent and empty – nobody on any of the three floors. The monstrous anthro was about to start searching the grounds outside when he noticed a hastily dropped remote control. He picked up the device, small in his large claws, and pressed the buttons at random as if they would summon Adam before him.

They did, in a way, as a bookcase on the wall slid to the side to reveal a reinforced door. The steel door didn't have any sort of handle, and punching it made no mark. Alkain turned to the keypad instead, and knowing there was no way to know the code, lowered his head to the electronic panel. Another of the hybrid's strange and scarcely used abilities was an electrical aura; he focused and gathered it in his throat, tensing and building up charge like he'd practiced a few times before, then exhaled like he was releasing a burp.

Blue-white lightning crackled from Alkain's maw and fried the control panel. The display fizzled and jittered with random code, then something sparked and a mechanical clunk resounded through the door. Betrayed by his own security system, the heavy vault door swung open to reveal Adam Brundy hiding behind his slightly braver wife. Alkain stormed in and picked up the two weak humans, then dragged them out into the spacious loungeroom of their manor.

Adam begged as he was dragged and tossed onto a comfy recliner, “Please! Don't do this! I can give you anything: wealth, power, ask and it's yours-“

“The only thing I want is for you to carry my young."

“Y-you're sick! This is why we kept ourselves away from you freaks!"

“Shut up and watch."

“What-?"

One of Alkain's lower arms gripped the rich bastard by the throat, while the other three tore apart his screaming wife's silk garments. Her body was petite and beautiful – Alkain would enjoy taking that from Adam. She screamed when he forced her onto his cocks, cried when they stretched her open and began filling her with infectious pre, then the hybrid shut her up with a few fingers in her mouth. Adam's wife kicked and flailed uselessly against her rapist until she tired herself out, eventually going slack like sobbing doll for him to fuck. The pheromones his body produced did surprisingly little to Adam, though his wife was quite obviously huffing the air and getting high on his hypnotic scent. She was clearly weak willed and was already in the process of succumbing to Alkain's irresistible influence.

Meanwhile, Adam went through all five stages of grief. He hurled creative insults at the dragonfox-hybrid, mocking his intelligence and lack of humanity. It was all a pathetic shield, a poor attempt to make Alkain feel wrongness in his actions. He calmly continued to fuck Adam's wife as he responded, “Believe all you want about our kind. The age of humanity is over, humans have no more place in society. It's people like you who convinced me of that."

Adam tried begging again, offering any items he could think of, even his entire fortune in exchange for a chance at freedom and a slimmer chance of remaining uninfected. His struggles to break free of Alkain's iron grip continued until he saw his wife's demeanour change; she started moaning around the fingers in her mouth, and holding onto the hybrid's strong arms for support instead of trying to push them away. Red scales began to replace her skin from where Alkain's cocks penetrated her, starting at the groin and spreading further like a ripple every time he dropped her on his lengths.

Adam's wife could only take half of him at the beginning, and now her corrupted pussy and ass, looking increasingly dragon-like, were taking him up to the knots. He used her like a fleshlight, holding her body in two arms to slide her moistening cunt and backdoor up and down while she dutifully suckled on the fingers of his third arm. She was just another breeding bitch to him, but more importantly he could torment Adam easily with her.

“Look how well your wife squeezes my cocks, little man."

“She wouldn't- "

“Let's see what she has to say.." Alkain interrupted with a smirk, knowing his pheromones and addictive cum had done their nefarious work on her system. He began to bounce her on his cocks faster, making their squelching union as loud as their talking. As the infected female's eyes rolled back in her head, Alkain removed his fingers to allow her to gasp and moan.

“Fuuuuck you're so big. Claim my body, make me yours. Please!" she wailed, eagerly meeting the monstrous anthro's thrusts as much as she could. Alkain wasn't even looking at her; he was watching her husband's expression.

“No… Why would she- “

“Because I'm the bigger man." Alkain interrupted. He shifted his hips to give the pathetic human a better view of the thick, ridged cocks sliding in and out of his wife's needy holes. He glanced to the woman morphing into a red dragoness and asked, already knowing the answer, “What about your husband? Don't you love him?"

“FUCK my husband. I don't care about him. You're perfect. Fuck me you stud-!"

The soul-crushing look of defeat on Adam's face exactly what he came for, but he wasn't done yet. He was done with her, though. The heavy load he'd been building up and holding on to finally released, flooding the wife's insides full of infectious cum with the power of a fire hose. In fact, Alkain tilted his body and bucked his hips to launch her a few feet off his cocks and onto the oversized couch nearby. She trailed his seed from both holes and landed before being showered by the remainder of the hybrid's excessive load. His virile spunk painted her, and the couch, a pearlescent white and bathed her body in infectious fluids, leaving her to writhe and cum her brains out as the virus overloaded her brain with transformation-induced pleasure.

Then Alkain turned to the husband, being careful not to get any cum on the terrified human – yet. He picked them up, easily manhandling their body into a full-nelson position after tearing through their clothing – and being careless enough to scratch the human up a bit in the process. He pressed the tip of his upper cock to Adam's virgin hole and snarled in their ear.

“I'm going to take your pathetic humanity, and I'm gonna breed you too. All the men I've fucked tonight have ended up with pregnant bellies…"

“You're a fucking monster..! A lowlife brute!"

“I'm no monster. Just another guy sick of people like you."

“You're a just a dumb animal, like all the other beasts out there! Pillaging and raping without a care."

“You think so? How about a safe word then?"

“What??"

“Pick one. One uppercase and lowercase letter, a number, symbol, and it must be at least eight characters long."

“W- huh?!"

While the human wracked his brain trying to think of a suitable combination, Alkain forced the tip of his cock into the unprepared human. He could have been gentle and allowed his infectious precum to make the man's hole more pliable, but that wasn't the point here. The multi-millionaire's wails of discomfort were music to his ears, and as far as he was concerned, helped pay for all the suffering caused by the result of the man's actions. Alkain only wished their mating could be played on speakers all around the suburb for tired, hardworking anthros to listen to. The hybrid was all for human rights, or whatever equivalent transferred over to the new furries of the world, but was happy to ignore ethics and morality a little bit for people like Adam Brundy.

The hybrid relentlessly fucked the human into submission, ignoring any pleas and mocking their poor attempts to come up with a safe word while getting their brains fucked out. The way he claimed Adam's ass was brutally painful, but even that gradually morphed into pleasure as the virus did its job interfering with their nerves and chemical balance. His wife slowly returned to consciousness, still covered in addictive cum, to watch her pathetic husband get thoroughly bred while she cleaned her new crimson scales with a draconic tongue.

Adam was turning into a dragon too, a blue dragon anthro, and Alkain watched with glee as the infected human's measly cock shrank further and further until it was a nub, then nothing. In its place came the feminine slit all of Alkain's bitches possessed, and he was more than happy to fuck it into completion. Adam's new cunt was still forming when the head of Alkain's lower length spread it wide, forcing the half-dragon to moan in unwanted pleasure from newly created nerves being attacked with far too much cock. With the hybrid's help, Adam's womb was fully formed in no time at all; every hard thrust carved out a deeper tunnel until the human was just another breeding toy, like all the others running around the sanctuary.

Adam Brundy, former male human leader of the sanctuary, became a feminine blue dragon cuntboy for Alkain to add to his list of broodsluts. He didn't moan and beg like all the others because his mind had broken – he simply weeped as the monstrous anthro knotted his pussy and ass. Adam's body acted as a condom for the hybrid, causing his belly to balloon out with how much virile fluid filled his guts and womb. Despite the knots sealing his holes, cum jetted out from the pressure as Adam simply could take no more; the cboy dragon anthro looked nine months pregnant with quintuplets already, and Alkain wasn't going to stop until his balls were completely empty. Victory.

---

Mae walked the backstreets of the sanctuary, enjoying the remote sensations since her crotch was bereft of any attachment once again. She tracked the movement of the infected via her cocks and pussy, sensing them moving from house to house once the task was completed. The pleasure was immense, since the protogen was feeling herself having sex one to four times simultaneously at any given moment. Occasionally she would have to track down one of her toys when she detected its small fluid storage had run dry so she could refill it, draining her internal reserves at an alarming rate. Mae needed to be topped up, and her vagina attachment would speed that up.

Following the signal, the protogen entered a house containing a full-blown orgy. None of the participants were human, meaning the dozen or so horny anthros had abandoned their instructions to simply mate with each other. That did not aid the operation objective, but it was a good opportunity for her to refill with an interesting variety of characters. Mae found her pussy being used by a hyena in the corner of the orgy, fucking his massive horse cock into the toy – the android felt a burst of pleasure every time he bottomed out in her. The horny yeen barely noticed Mae until she lay down next to him and spread her legs.

“Hello sexy hyena. Insert the vagina into the slot between my legs, and it will feel better."

In his feral rut, the anthro barely understood her synthetic voice, though he did understand 'vagina', 'slot', 'better'. Without having the willpower to remove the pocket pussy from his length, the yeen simply wandered over and thrust Mae's attachment into her slot. The moment it clicked in, the feeling of his throbbing length became hardwired into the protogen's sensors, causing her to moan in her trilling electronic way. The hyena needed no further instruction; he pounded away, happy to now have a warm body attached to the tight tunnel massaging his equine cock.

It didn't take long for the nameless yeen to finish inside her, and while it was a lot, it wasn't as much as Dreyma or Alkain could produce. He pulled his softening length out and stumbled back, then rushed out the door in search of something new to fuck as his breeding pole quickly hardened again. Mae calculated the fluids stored in her body and refreshed her RAM, the digital equivalent of a sigh. She would have to have sex with every male currently in the house orgy and harvest their fluids before she would be topped up again – not a terrible problem to have, but a time-consuming one.

Little convincing was required to get the next male to fuck her. This one was a wolf – evidence of another human having the willpower to choose their own transformation. He was even more dominant that Bonnie had been, bending the protogen over a couch and pounding them while he whispered naughty lines that would have anyone but Mae swooning for them. One particular line stood out: “I know your weak spots because I used to have a pussy, y'know. Always wanted to see what it was like to be on the other side, and now I'm gonna breed any woman I want~"

Fascinating. Mae recorded that full gender transformation could be linked to the same willpower that directed species transformation – not too surprising, given Dreyma's status. The wolf knotted her vaginal attachment and provided an above average amount of seed as Mae expertly milked his cock for all its worth. To his disappointment, Mae simply widened her pussy enough for the knot to slip out instead of waiting however long it took for the tie to end. The unnamed wolf prowled off into the night in search of more female prey while two red dragons, each sporting dual cocks, approached her.

Mae assumed one would take her lower holes while the other satisfied themselves in her mouth, meaning she was surprised when the strong males picked her up and held her between them – the cooperation indicated the two were likely family, or close friends. Warning hazard symbols outlined the perimeter of Mae's display plate when they both penetrated her, one with two cocks in her pussy and the other with two cocks up her synthetic tailhole. The girth of twin-cocks shoved side by side was outside of her capacity limits, though it seemed to be working as the horny drakes worked their lengths into her, forcing parts of her that weren't designed to move to make space for them.

As a consequence, Mae's pleasure centres were also being overloaded as their combined thickness translated to the biggest cocks she'd ever taken spreading both of her lower holes. A part of the protogen's programming, in the interest of self-preservation, urged her to stop them as they were damaging her frame, but at the same time the routines designed to feel and understand pleasure were hitting incalculable levels. The hazard lines on Mae's face flickered and were slowly replaced by a digital display of ecstasy as the dragons, clearly a result of Alkain's mutations, fucked her good and hard.

Four cocks slipped in and out of her gaping tunnels, going at alternating paces to ensure she was always filled by at least two dicks. It wasn't just the dragon boys either, it was her other three detachable toys being used on men and women somewhere in the nearby houses that added to the pleasure frying Mae's circuit boards. It was a kind of euphoria none other than her could reach. She was having sex with five different people at the same time, multiple cocks and multiple holes clenching around her own distant cocks. All Mae could do was hold onto the strong red dragon in front of her and make moaning noises similar to old dial-up internet connection.

Unconsciousness, or the equivalent for a synthetic being such as Mae, was an odd sensation. She found herself laying on the cum-stained couch, a few minutes after her last memory according to her chronometer. The male dragons were gone, though evidence of their mating took the form of Mae's internal cum reserves being completely full. The orgy in the house continued, though several of its participants were different. Mae had no need to have sex with any of them, so she stepped outside in search of more humans to infect.

---

The sanctuary was in utter chaos. Dozens of fires burned and furries ran past them in chase of fleeing humans. The Radicals' plan was going exactly as planned as there were enough infected to overwhelm the humans. A dozen security guards – humans that acted as what passed for law enforcement in the sanctuary – rushed into the streets armed with riot gear and batons, only to be gangraped into more sex-hungry anthros. A majority of the fleeing humans went for the emergency exits of course, their only salvation being to get a hazmat suit on and escape the chaos of the sanctuary, but the humans' own knowledge worked against them. Without instruction from Dreyma, Alkain, or Mae, infected gathered at the exits to ambush any humans, knowing that's what they would do if they still retained their humanity.

The packs of horse-cocked hyenas were prominent, already forming a sort of gang that worked together to hunt in groups. They attacked en masse, overwhelming measly defences with their numbers and filling prey with hung equine lengths. A house containing its original family as well as three other families that had gathered under the guise of 'strength in numbers' moved furniture to the doors and windows as dozens of hyenas pounded at the wood and smashed through glass. It was a scene right out of a zombie movie, except the infected were all cackling and leaking precum in anticipation.

A particularly large hermaphrodite hyena hurled themselves through one of the windows, injuring themself with minor glass and splinter wounds in exchange for a way in. The humans in the room shouted and scrambled to get away as Dreyma grabbed the nearest one by the leg and yanked them down.

“Get 'em, boys!"

Yeens surged through the broken window, motivating the humans to run upstairs in hopes of finding another barrier to protect them somehow. As they left the barricades, more cackling anthros were able to break in until the bottom floor was flooded with fur and the few unfortunate humans who got caught were quickly being raped into joining their pack. Bedroom doors slammed shut, bathrooms locked, and each one was broken down by multiple hyenas who then mercilessly fucked the humans within.

The original man of the house, along with two terrified unrelated women, had managed to lift the entire bed up to block the doorway. The door banged and rattled, but it did not break. For ten minutes the three humans listened to pained cries devolve into lusty moans, then more cackling. They watched the pack move on from the window, going across the street in search of easier prey. The humans would have remained in that bedroom indefinitely, had the husband not heard his wife's voice.

“Hello? Is someone in there?"

“Janet? Is that you?" he gasped, overjoyed to hear his wife had persevered.

“Yes! Please, let me in!"

The husband, blinded by his relief, did not hear the slight cackle undercutting her voice. The two other women moved to stop him, but the bedframe tipped then slammed down. A moment later, the bedroom door was smashed off its hinges by a large, naked hyena. It had a pair of perky tits as well as that horse dick they all seemed to have, and it spoke in his wife's voice.

“Thank you darling~" she moaned, entering the room with her leaking shaft. “Allow me to properly reward you."

He had a moment to scream before his wife pounced him. Similarly, two hung yeens behind her rushed into the room to claim the other ladies. The wife rode her husband's cock until it turned into a perfect horse dick like her own, while the other yeens fucked their prey into the same sex-crazed anthros as them. Dicks filled pussies, cum filled wombs, then three more hyenas joined the pack. The six of them bounded off into the night, eager to find more humans.

---

Dragons, foxes, hyenas, horses, and various other anthros that had the willpower to become something other than the result of their infector were having sex on the streets and in the houses, mostly amongst each other. As the humans of the sanctuary were hunted down and converted, fewer remained for the horny furries to fuck, thus they turned to each other until not a single human remained and the sanctuary had become one giant orgy.

Exterior security had been notified of an incursion and rushed inside stop the infected rampage. Being anthros themselves, they were forced to don bulky hazmat suits of their own to keep the virus contained inside their suits, meaning by the time they were equipped and rushing into the sanctuary, all they found was an orgy of fur and scales.

“What do we do?" asked a canine security guard.

“They're already infected, what's the point..?" the feline beside them responded.

The head of exterior security, a small and savvy ferret, began to shed her stuffy suit. She sighed with relief, being free of its confines, then began to strip off her uniform.

“Ma'am..?"

“They've already got us beat, whoever did this." She replied. “Might as well join the fun."

---

Unbeknownst to the security, the Radicals gathered at the emergency exit they came in through. Mae arrived first, being the most level-headed and well-informed. Dreyma arrived second, giving hearty goodbyes to a few of the hyenas he made friends with during their rampant sex rampage. Alkain arrived last with not one, but two unconscious anthros impaled on his cocks. He pulled their gravid bodies off and gently set them down on the cool grass.

“An' who might they be?"

“Don't know."

Alkain and Dreyma shared a chuckle, then the three of them slipped out the back door. With the commotion inside, all of the patrol guards were inside instead of watching the exterior walls. Mae stuck her head out and scanned the camera that had sight on them: it was off. The techies were as reliable as ever. The infectors sprinted across the open ground to find Natalie and Travis where they had agreed to meet, as well as that fox guard. He was zip-tied to the fence, blindfolded and muzzled with an O-ring mouth gag. He'd been allowed to keep his shirt, but his pants were gone and his tailhole gaped wide with globs of seed spilling out of it. Similarly, the fox's open maw dribbled sexual fluids, and his erect vulpine cock bore evidence of sex. The three turned to Natalie, who was unashamedly wiping a tissue over the trail of cum running down her inner thigh.

Dreyma cleared his throat, “Heya, we're back. Mission success."

“Good. Let's go." Responded Travis, who then read the unspoken question on their faces and glanced towards the thoroughly used fox guard. “What-? We were bored."

The five Radicals disappeared into the night as emergency crews rushed to the sanctuary, unable to fix anything nor find the ones responsible. A majority of the infected humans required restraining because of the feral sex-craze caused by sexual transformation, and would later remember very little of that night. The ones who did, were unwilling to rat out the three who had drastically changed their lives for the better. Even Adam Brundy, who had all the reason and resources to seek out Alkain and ruin his life was unwilling to stroke the dragonfox-hybrid's ego any further by admitting to anyone they had robbed him of his humanity, maleness, and left him pregnant with an absurd amount of young.

The Radicals all laid low for the next couple weeks, just in case. They were never discovered and faced no consequences – at least any negative ones. The sanctuary they ruined was but one of many, though its impact was still significant enough that its removal vastly improved the quality of life in the surrounding area. Government funding and jobs could be redirected to more useful things instead of being thrown into maintaining a human safety box. On his way to work, Alkain noted that the billboard was gone, and that the anthros coming out of their houses to also make the morning commute seemed a lot happier. It was a good day, especially since the hybrid hadn't been to work since the operation. There were a lot of broodsluts eagerly awaiting him at the farm.