Tiffany ‘Gia did not feel well today.  The little tiger-cheetah sniffled and rubbed her eyes blearily, trying to focus on her worksheet.  Normally, she would have been the first one done, followed shortly after by Sally Acorn, then Kiyone Karu.  Mr. Mickey, the math teacher, would usually let Tiffany scribble on a datapad, do research on her extracurricular projects, or even tinker quietly at one of her inventions while the rest of the class worked.  Today, however, almost half of the other kids in class were finished before her, and she had not even completed half of the work.  She could not concentrate; she felt dizzy and lightheaded as the figures on the page swam before her vision.


“Gosh, Tiffany, you look awful!” Mr. Mickey’s high voice came from next to her.  She blinked in surprise; she had not even noticed the black-furred mouse crouch beside her desk.


“I’m ‘kay…” Tiffany slurred unconvincingly.  Mr. Mickey placed the back of his hand against her forehead gently.


“You’re runnin’ a fever, kiddo.  Pack up your stuff.  You’re goin’ to Nurse Lola right now,” ordered the teacher.  Tiffany mumbled some sort of feeble protestation, but let Mr. Mickey help her out of her seat.  He guided her backpack onto her shoulders and escorted her down the aisle to the door.  She staggered out slightly drunkenly, walking down the halls.


Tiff could not believe she was sick.  As a half-werecheetah, her immune system was quite literally supernaturally robust, and her symbiotic nanites also acted as a backup immune system on top of it.  She could count the number of times she had been sick with anything more than minor sniffles in her entire life on one hand, with fingers to spare.


Ever-curious and hyper-intelligent, Tiffany took stock of her symptoms and wracked her fuzzy memory to figure out what could possibly have made her sick.  Fever, dizziness, lightheadedness, headache, and minor body-aches…  and rampant arousal, Tiffany added to the list, blushing as she suddenly noticed the enormous tent lifting her uniform’s skirt.


Tiffany ducked into the nearest girls’ bathroom, zipping into the first stall.  Locking it with a quick flick of her fingers, the girl sat down on the toilet seat and lifted her skirt, looking down.


Tiffany’s penis was painfully hard, jutting over the waistband of her panties like a steel rod.  She frowned, mentally estimating its dimensions: almost thirteen inches long and as wide as her wrist.  It pulsed angrily, ropy veins bulging from the sides.  This was very odd.


Tiffany’s symbiotic nanites allowed her to reshape her anatomy almost at will.  By manipulating carbon molecules, they could literally construct or deconstruct new flesh in seconds. She could change the size, shape, and even her number of penises.  Normally, though, she maintained a standard of one ten-inch length.  Her nanites were sentient and had a will of their own, and sometimes changed her anatomy of their own accord to tease her; but usually they did what she wanted.  But right now, they were not responding to her, ignoring her requests to shrink it back down to normal.


Grunting, Tiff wrapped both hands around her shaft, pumping it slowly.  She let out a gasp of surprise as intense pleasure flooded through her, far more than such a simple touch should have caused.  Her hips lifted off the toilet seat as her cock jerked, splashing her shirt with a syrupy gush of precum.  She panted, groaning at the thought of wandering the halls with a big, sticky stain on her uniform.  Then her cock surged again, and any future worry was driven by her mind by the immediacy of her arousal and need.  The little feline moaned as she peeled her foreskin back, exposing the red fist-sized head.  That alone felt like an orgasm and left her convulsing for several seconds as pre splashed her blouse and the stall door.


When Tiff opened her eyes again, for a moment, she thought her fever was making her see double.  Then, as two erections twitched and pulsed before her, precum bubbling out of the tips liberally, she realized that she was not.  One of the cocks still had its foreskin covering all but the tip of the glans.  Leaning back against the toilet, the little cheetah could see that she had grown a second shaft while she was writhing in pleasure.


Tiffany giggled drunkenly, watching her erections twitch together.  Her mind was getting fuzzy.  It was getting hard to keep focused.  She had already forgotten she was supposed to be going to Nurse Lola’s office.  She barely remembered how she got to the stall in the first place.  She flexed her pelvic muscles, watching the swollen pink rods bob up and down.  She felt proud of herself; she had two penises that were even bigger than Kiyone’s pair.  Normally, the more erections she had, the more the mass had to be divided between them, making them smaller.


As the red-orange-furred child peeled back her second foreskin, making her moan and gasp in joy, the part of her mind still capable of rational thought was still trying to figure out what was wrong.  This was no normal cold or influenza.


Her body acted on autopilot as she began to masturbate in earnest.  Her hips bucked up into her fuzzy palms as she pumped both shafts firm and fast.  She panted, moaning in ecstasy at the very touch.  Clear fluid was bubbling from the tips, like a water fountain with not enough pressure, oozing down in messy transparent strands.  Tiffany liked it.  She never produced this much pre normally, and it made masturbation all the more pleasurable as she lubricated her members with it.  The loud “shlick fap schlick” noise echoed off the tile walls as she pumped her penises faster, wishing she had an extra arm to caress her vulva with.

In record time, she felt the pressure building deep inside her.  Her inner feminine muscles were clenching tightly, quivering.  Her cocks surged in her grip, gaining an extra half-inch of length and thickening until her fingers couldn’t close properly around them.  Veins bulged along the sides, as the heads swelled, turning a deeper shade of red-purple.  She swore she could feel the semen rushing up both of her lengths, a burning ache of ecstasy that made her mind explode in delight.


“Gonna gonna splurt please splurt milk please pleaaase goamanna nuh maahhhh…” Tiffany moaned, her ability to speak devolving into nonsense syllables.  With a final surge of quite literal mind-rending pleasure, the little tiger-cheetah thrust her hips into the air and ejaculated.


Her first twin shot of spunk struck the ceiling tiles, casting milky shadows across the bathroom as it drummed against the covered fluorescent lights.  She yowled in delight, arching her back, lifting her hips high off the toilet as it went on and on.  The spray lasted for almost forty-five seconds, her body producing more semen in one gush than it did in a normal orgasm.  She sagged back to the toilet for a moment, gasping for breath before the second gush began.  Her body shook with the force of it.  She couldn’t move.  She couldn’t breathe.  All she could do was wail in delight as her toes curled and her body exploded again and again and again.

It was an orgasm that destroyed what was left of the girl’s devolving mind.  Her intelligence had rapidly dropped since the symptoms of her disease had manifested, and now the capacity for sentient thought left her altogether. 


As Tiff’s penises erupted, fountaining thick, pearly ropes of semen into the air, a memory was sparked in the last of the child’s fading thoughts.  A chemical spill in her lab.  Her tail had knocked over a prototype aphrodisiac formula and a mix of Slo-Spurt and Mega-Spurt into a petri dish of bacteria she was culturing for a separate experiment.  She had cleaned up the mess, following standard biohazard protocols; sterilizing the area.  But after she was finished, she found she had missed a single droplet of fluid on her workbench.  She wiped it up with a rag without thinking.  In retrospect, that lapse of judgement had been a big mistake.


Tiff’s body shook as her orgasm went on and on, long past the point where it normally would have stopped.  Her uniform was completely drenched with cum, the fabric completely sodden with her fluids.  The liquid spurted from both tips, dripping down the stall walls and door.  She moaned in joy, bucking her hips up with each massive ejaculation, not even seeming to notice when she struck herself in the face with a blast.  It dripped from her hair, milky cream pouring down her face in streams.


The irises and pupils of Tiffany’s eyes faded away, leaving a blank expanse of reflective green.  She spasmed and convulsed, groaning deep in her throat.  The muscles of her face went oddly slack, her expression turning from pleasured to blank and vacant.  Her flailing foot kicked the lock on the stall, knocking it open.  Her entire body seized, her spine arching as her mouth opened in a silent scream.  And then, with a sudden lurch, the girl sagged limp.


For a minute, the only sound in the room was the thick drip of cum onto the tiled floor.  Tiff’s body was still, her chest rising and falling in a shallow pant.  Her erections continued to spurt violently, her entire body giving a twitch with each ejaculation. 

Then, slowly, the girl sat up.  For a minute more, she simply sat there on the toilet, her arms limp at her sides, both of her penises firing into the air again and again with unceasing force.  Her tail swished slowly as she turned her head from left to right, and back to the left again.  The child’s jaw fell open, and a low, long, mournful moan came from her throat.  She kicked her feet a few times, a strange, awkward movement that caused her rear end to scoot forward, until she fell off the toilet seat into the puddle of cum below.  She splashed there for a moment, grunting as the fluid coated her fur, soaking into her socks, and drenching her skirt.  After a moment of struggle and slipping, Tiffany managed to get to unsteady feet.


With slow, shuffling steps, the girl moaned again and began to move towards the bathroom door.  Her arms came up, limp at the wrists, as if she were sleepwalking.  One of her shoes fell off, the laces coming undone.  The little cheetah slipped out the bathroom door without a look back, leaving the puddle of semen and the sneaker behind.


*****


A few minutes later, another girl entered the bathroom.  A young pony, about eight years old, sighed as her hooves clopped loudly against the tiles.  She brushed a lock of fiery red hair out of her face, stifling a very loud yawn.  The girl’s pale yellow fur glimmered in the fluorescent lights as she sauntered over to the mirror and sinks.  A pair of very large, brilliant orange eyes peered blearily back at her.  She turned on the water and splashed some onto her face, grumbling.


“Gosh darnit, Apple Bloom.  Ya’d think ya would learn, yet ya keep lettin’ Scoots and Sweetie talk ya into sleepovers every other night, an’ then don’t do much sleepin’.  Ah’m gonna take a loooong nap after school, “ she muttered to herself, adjusting the enormous red ribbon in her hair.  She sighed tiredly, trying to build up her resolve to return to class and face the English essay waiting for her on her desk.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that caught her attention.


The diminutive equine turned around curiously.  The first bathroom stall was hanging open as a puddle… no, more accurately, a POOL of semen glistened on the floor.  Every surface in the stall was coated in a thick pearly glaze.  Apple Bloom blinked in surprise, walking towards it.


“What in tarnation?” she murmured, “Someone musta been REALLY pent up!”


Brushing her bright red hair over her shoulder, Bloom walked across the room to get a better look.  She frowned as she got closer, stopping right at the edge of the puddle.  A shoe was floating in the pearly goo, bobbing forlornly.


“Huh,” Bloom muttered to herself curiously, narrowing her eyes, “So… not only did someone paint the walls with a whole LOTTA thingie-goo… and not bother to clean up after themselves, thanks a lot…  but they left their sneaker?”


The girl reached down and carefully plucked the shoe out of the pool of cum with her index finger and thumb, pinching the shoelace.  Bloom did not want to get semen all over her hands, having just washed them.  Even so, the shoelace was completely saturated with spunk and it soaked into the fur of her fingertips.  She tilted her head this way and that, trying to see anything that would let her identify the shoe’s owner.


Bloom gasped, feeling a strange tingling sensation spread from those fingers, rushing up her wrist, up her arm, and into her chest.  Warmth blossomed through her slender body, her nipples hardening under her blouse.  Bloom felt a rush of wetness between her legs, soaking her panties instantly and a trickle of her juices running down her inner thighs.  Instinctively, she clamped them together.  The movement, however, shifted her weight, and her hoof slipped out from under her.  She fell forward into the pool of cum with a loud splash.


As soon as the fluid drenched her fur, Apple Bloom forgot about everything.  For a brief moment, she was angry at whomever had left the gigantic mess that had ruined her school uniform, but in the next moment, her mind was engulfed in a haze.  The pony gasped, feeling blood rush to her loins in a wave of desperate arousal.  In mere seconds, Apple Bloom went from being aware and in control to being half feral and crazed with lust.


Bloom gave a high-pitched whinny, literally tearing her clothes from her body.  Having grown up on a farm, the little girl was far stronger than she appeared, and fabric could not pose much of an obstacle for her.  The pony ripped apart her blouse, exposing the flat expanse of her chest, her pink nipples went erect through the yellow fur.  The buttons scattered across the room, clacking against the tiles, or plopping into the semen pool.  She shredded her skirt with ease and sent ragged ribbons of fabric flying in her desperation to get it off.  Her panties ripped away easily, the elastic waistband snapping loudly.


As Apple Bloom threw the remnants of her damp, cum-soaked underwear against the wall with a wet splat, she gave a sigh of relief.  From a thick sheath above her drenched vulva, a long length unfurled, hardening almost immediately.  Bloom’s penis was different than that of most humanoids.  The skin was mottled, much of it the same shade of yellow as her fur, but with patches and blotches of pink here and there.  It was almost a foot in length and just wide enough that she could not close the fingers of her hand around it properly.  It had an oddly segmented look; halfway up the shaft from her sheath, there was a ring of raised, rigid flesh.  The head was blunt, wide, and round, almost disc-shaped at the end of her shaft.  Clear precum bubbled from her already, spilling onto the floor 


Bloom panted heavily, unable to resist wrapping a hand around her cock.  It felt hotter than usual in her palm and harder than steel.  Just the simple act of gripping her shaft sent jolts of pleasure through her slim, strong body.  Her penis lurched in her grip, spasming powerfully as more pre poured from her flare onto the floor in sloppy strands.  She could not believe how good it felt, just to touch herself, not even stroking yet.


“Wha’s goin’... nnngff… arrhh… Wha… happ’nin’?” she slurred, barely able to form words.  Like Tiffany before her, Bloom felt dizzy, feverish, a headache and some minor body aches growing within her.  Unlike Tiffany, whose superhuman immune system had held off the infection for almost 24 hours before finally succumbing, Bloom only had the immune system of a normal eight-year-old pony girl to protect her.  It did not stand a chance against this disease.


“Nnnf… Scootaloo… Sweetie Belle…  Hellllp...” Apple Bloom moaned, her ragged thoughts turning to her best friends in the world.  Her thoughts weren’t of her own plight and the disease running rampant in her system; instead, they were of driving her shaft into her friends, feeling it pulse inside them, firing and filling them until their stomachs swelled.  


Apple Bloom began to masturbate in earnest.  One hand pumped her large pony cock, occasionally stopping to slap the shaft against her chest.  The flare pulsed, splashing the rags of her shirt with pre.  Her other hand delved between her legs, rubbing desperately at her swollen clitoris.  Every touch seemed to bring five, ten times the pleasure it normally would.  Bloom felt overwhelmed by it, her body spasming out of control.  She squealed in delight, humping the air violently as she squeezed the extra sensitive flesh of her medial ring.  Her fingers pushed inside her tunnel, probing its moist depths with an audible “schlick” noise. She was so wet that her juices were puddling on the linoleum beneath her, making her slip and slide every time she bucked her hips.


With the infection multiplying her pleasure exponentially, it only took a few strokes before Apple Bloom felt her orgasm approach.  It felt like no impending orgasm she had ever felt.  It was a volcano rumbling in her loins, building towards an incredible, world-shaking eruption.  Her flare swelled, expanding to almost twice its original size. Her entire body tingled, the sensations radiating outward from her little clit.  Her inner muscles quivered and clenched as her nectar spilled onto the floor.


With a howl of pure joy, Bloom arched her hips hard.  Her penis jumped repeatedly in her grip, a visible bulge rushing up the underside.  From the inflated flare, a mighty rope of pearly white cum blasted high into the air.  Bloom’s inner muscles clenched around her fingers, squeezing tight.  Apple Bloom kicked her feet out randomly, her hooves clacking loudly against the tiles. It was the most powerful climax she could ever remember experiencing in her young life.  Her body shook, her fluffy bright red tail lashing up and down. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she gasped and whinnied, and ejaculated again and again and again.


Her orgasm only seemed to grow stronger with every spasm, sending her into paroxysms of ecstasy over and over.  It continued on and on, splashing her fur with quarts of semen, drenching even more of the bathroom in cum.  She could not think; the pleasure was so intense that it felt like her brains were melting out of her little triangular ears.  Like Tiffany, she barely blinked when her own spunk struck her face with enough force to part her red hair.  Streaks of milky fluid soaked her, staining her fur and the shreds of her clothes.  She lay on the floor, her large pony-cock stabbing up into the air again and again..  She hit the lights with several shots, casting milky shadows around the room.  The semen pool grew in size, seeping across the floor as Apple Bloom added to it.


Then Bloom began to seize, foaming at the mouth as her body shook violently.  Her back arched hard, her hips lifting high into the air.  The bright red-orange irises and black pupils of her eyes faded away, leaving a blank expanse of white.  Her smile of orgasmic pleasure faded away, replaced by a strangely vacant, utter lack of expression.  She sagged back to the floor with a wet splash, laying completely still.  Save for the shallow rise and fall of her chest, and the constant eruptions of her semen striking her chin, she could have been asleep.


She laid still for some time.  Then, with no preamble, her jaw fell open and she let out a long, low moan.  She rolled over onto her stomach, humping the floor for a moment, before pushing herself up.  She staggered back and forth on unsteady hooves, her penis bobbing up and down as it continued to fire off, splashing the wall under the air dryer with spunk.  The pony barely seemed to notice her endless orgasm now.  With slow, shuffling steps, she wandered towards the door, letting out another low moan.


Over the course of the incident, the second floor girls’ bathroom would be responsible for thirty-six infections on its own.


*****


The fact that Apple Bloom somehow managed to wander out of Our Lady of Ecstasy’s main building, and across the cul-de-sac to Longshaft Academy without being noticed was a mystery in itself. If someone had spotted the mindless, cum-drenched pony in shredded clothes, then perhaps the situation might have been easier to contain.  But then again, since Tiffany ‘Gia, Patient Zero, was still on the loose, perhaps not.


Either way, acting on something far less and more primitive than animal instinct, Bloom’s virus-ravaged brain drove her up the stairs and through the sliding doors into the boys’ school, setting events in motion there.


Coincidentally, for the boys, it also started in a bathroom.  Arc Pikachu sighed, looking in the mirror as he brushed his short yellow hair this way and that, trying to find a style he liked.


“So… Nnngh!  What are you doin’ this afternoon?” asked Sonic Hedgehog, his back turned to Arc, bent over the toilet.  The blue-quilled boy’s hand was wrapped around his throbbing penis, milking the last spurts of spunk into the bowl.  Arc took this in stride; it was nothing unusual for Sonic.  Even among the kids of Longshaft, Sonic had a notoriously powerful libido.  However, the boy also had a hair-trigger orgasm.  It only took him five or six strokes to climax, sometimes less.  Sonic made up for this disability by having seemingly infinite sexual stamina; he had no refractory period between orgasms, and could keep an erection for as long as he wanted.  The boy used this to his advantage often, as he could masturbate to climax so much quicker than anyone else.


“I dunno.  I’m thinkin’ of challenging that dojo across town.  The Hamato Dojo, y’know, with the four turtle brothers who go to Breezeport Middle School, and their rat dad, whatsisname?” Arc replied, ignoring Sonic moaning as his penis jerked and spilled more cum into the toilet bowl.


“Challenging dojos?  What is this, a martial arts manga?” Sonic laughed, sighing as he used some toilet paper to wipe his cock clean.


“Gotta keep my reputation as the best fighter in Breezeport somehow!” Arc said, throwing some jabs at the mirror.


“The reputation that only exists in your head, sure,” Sonic retorted playfully.  Arc glanced over his shoulder at the hedgehog.


“Wanna come and watch?” he asked. Sonic grunted and stuffed his long, slowly softening shaft down the right leg of his pants.


“Nah, I’m going to the track and field at Breezeport High School and--” Sonic began.


“Oh, for the love of Arceus!  REALLY, Sonic?!  She’s twice your age!” Arc groaned, exasperated.


“She’s fourteen, I’m eight.  That’s only six years…” Sonic replied, his beige cheeks turning red.


“Dude, you are barkin’ up wrong tree with this crush.  Rainbow Dash is outta your league!” Arc sighed, turning to face his friend.


“She’s SO fast!  Not as fast as ME, but… and we get along great!  And she’s blue too!” Sonic protested.


“Yeahhh… But what would your ACTUAL girlfriend, Sally, say about this?” Arc asked, rolling his eyes.


“...Um…  Threesome? I’m fast enough to do two girls at once,” Sonic suggested, thrusting his hips forward fast enough that they blurred.  Arc fell over with a loud crash, coughed, and picked himself back up.


“If THAT is the hill you wanna die on, go for it.  But something tells me that Sally ain’t gonna be as enthusiastic about that luscious, tight, round blue flank as you are,” Arc said, miming the shape of Dash’s rump with his hands.


“Dude! I only JUST took care of this and now you got me thinking of Dash’s butt!  Way past uncool!” Sonic complained, groaning and cupping his groin as his penis reversed direction and began to stiffen again.


“But we both know that what you REALLY want is that big, blue pony thingie between her legs.  I bet it’s what… fifteen inches and as wide as your wrist?  And I bet it throbs REALLY hard…  and then right below it is her tight, wet--” Arc teased.


“Stop!  Stop!  You’re gonna make me gush in my pants, you jerk!!!” Sonic gasped, doubled over.  He was not exaggerating; precum was already seeping into the fabric of his trousers, the front distended by an enormous bulge.  Sonic had been known to climax into his pants when provoked like this before.  The boy fumbled with his trousers, trying to pull his erection out of the fly without setting himself off.  Arc laughed at his friend’s distress.


Just then, the door opened and Apple Bloom staggered into the room.  Both boys stopped and stood agog at the sight.  First, a girl in the boys’ school was rare to begin with; they usually only saw the girls during school hours in some co-ed gym classes, the science building, or lunch hours.  A girl in the boys’ bathroom in the boys’ school was even more rare (though not entirely unheard of, but usually resulted in detentions and messes to clean up).  


Bloom was disheveled and her hair was a mess.  Her clothes were torn to shreds, revealing large swaths of her yellow fur and her slim, barely budding curves. There wasn’t an inch of her body that wasn’t glazed in a very thick coat of semen.  Her penis bobbed ahead of her, flare fully swollen, angry veins bulging along the sides.  It fired again and again, spitting big ropes of cum into the air.  The girl gave a loud moan, her arms reaching out to the boys.


“A-Apple Bloom?!” Sonic stammered, unsure if he was actually seeing what he was seeing, “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”


“Geez!  What happened to you?” Arc gasped, “Are you hurt?!” 


The pony replied by moaning again and ejaculating a ribbon of spunk against Sonic’s shirt, splashing the clip-on tie hard enough to knock it loose.


“Gah!  Bloom?!  What the heck?!” the hedgehog gasped, feeling her hot, thick semen soak into his shirt, making it stick to the fur of his chest.  Arc snickered despite himself at his friend’s misfortune.


“Dude, she just BLASTED you!  Bloom, seriously, you okay?” Arc asked, turning his attention back to the pony, “Want me to get a teacher or Nurse Lola or something?”

Bloom did not reply.  In fact, she showed no sign that she even knew who Arc was.  She reached her arms out towards him, giving another moan.  Her pony-cock surged, the flare swelling as it fired a fresh rope of cum onto the floor.  Arc stepped aside, not wanting his sneakers to get splashed.


“She’s actin’ really weird.  Sonic, go run and get a teacher,” Arc said, glancing over at the blue quilled boy, expecting him to have already vanished in a blue blur.  To his surprise, the super-fast hedgehog had made no move to leave.  Instead, he stood there with an odd look on his face, his green eyes half-lidded and mouth half-open.  Arc frowned, noticing the bulge in Sonic’s pants pulsing hard, copious amounts of white fluid surging through the fabric.


“Sonic!  Bloom might be sick or hurt or something and you’re spurting in your pants?!” Arc growled incredulously, “Go get someone!”


“I… I’m feelin’ really weird all of a sudden…” Sonic mumbled dazedly, “I gotta… I gotta…”


Sonic trailed off began to pull off his shirt; the wet goo-soaked fabric needing to be literally peeled off his body.  There was a blur of motion and the hedgehog’s pants vanished.  Arc saw them draped haphazardly from a stall door halfway down the room.  Sonic’s briefs were distended dramatically and twitched violently.  Pearly semen bubbled through the fabric, spilling to the floor in wet splatters.  He tugged them down quickly, allowing all thirteen inches of his shaft freedom.  He moaned happily, gripping his convulsing cock with both hands, pumping it as it ejaculated hard.


“DUDE.  What are you DOING?!” Arc exclaimed in disbelief.

“Arc, I can’t..  I just gotta… Hnnngh!” Sonic replied incoherently, groaning as his penis jerked in his grip, splashing his own chest with his cum.  He shuddered, his orgasm shaking his body, his penis jiggling as they pumped spunk up his length.  He milked his foreskin up and down over the swollen tip, panting.


Arc did not have the chance to inquire further as to what was going on with the hedgehog.  While distracted, Apple Bloom had staggered up to him.  The pony’s fingers grabbed his shirt, pulling on it.  The buttons popped off, exposing Arc’s fluffy yellow chest fur.  Arc reacted on instinct, grabbing her wrist and wheeling around.  He twisted her arm behind her back, bending her over.  His martial arts training kicked in and his free fist streaked down at the back of Apple Bloom’s head.  He yelped, realizing what he was about to do.  At the last moment, Arc managed to arrest the punch, avoiding her.


She struggled in his grip, moaning loudly.  Arc decided what he had to do to help her, and mentally apologized to her.  The red spots on his cheeks sparked as a surge of electricity built up within his body, then rushed down his arm into Bloom with the force of a taser.  He had hoped to stun her long enough to find help.  To his immense surprise, Bloom barely reacted to the powerful jolt of bioelectricity.  Her muscles twitched and she moaned, twisting in his grip. Caught off guard, Arc could not stop her.  Spinning around, Bloom’s penis struck his groin, splattering it with her spunk.


“Gah!  Bloom!  Sonic, help me out here!” Arc called, as Bloom clawed at his trousers, actually tearing the right leg right off of him.


“Ungh…  O-Okay…” Sonic panted.  Arc grunted, struggling with Bloom, only to gasp as a pair of nimble hands unbuckled his belt, dropped what was left of his pants and his underwear, and exposed the mouse’s half-erect shaft.  Arc gasped as Bloom latched onto the the sticky length, glazed with her own cum, and began to slurp at it loudly.  Her tongue ran up and down his large pink shaft, teasing it towards arousal.


“Sonic, what are you DOING?!” Arc yelped for what felt like the twentieth time. 


“Helping,” the other boy replied in a low grunt.  Arc felt Sonic slide in back of him, sliding his penis up and down between Arc’s tight glutes.  The mouse could feel the heat and hardness rubbing back and forth, dribbling spunk into the small of his back.  Arc wanted to struggle, but at that moment, he felt an enormous heat flood his loins.  A surge of blood headed south, and Arc lost track of the world around him for a minute.  His head swam, spots swimming in front of his vision.


Arc recognized the symptoms dimly.  The mouse was gifted with the largest penis in his class.  However, he was slightly below average height for a boy his age.  Even though he was in perfect fitness and health, his body wasn’t quite able to support a sixteen inch erection easily. If his penis stiffened too quickly, the diverted blood flow left him dizzy and disoriented for a minute until his body could compensate.  A couple of times, he had even passed out, usually after walking in on his sister having sex.


Arc regained awareness after a moment, and his senses were immediately engulfed in pleasure.  His shaft was buried hilt deep in warmth, tightness, and wetness.  He was bent over Bloom’s back, her hips slamming back against him repeatedly.  The boy watched in dazed confusion as his enormous shaft pistoned in and out of her little cleft, his cock stretching her wide.  He could not figure out how the seemingly mindless pony had maneuvered his half-conscious body into position.  Then he realized the answer as he further realized he had currently been penetrated by a rigid, pulsing shaft.  Sonic’s hands were squeezing his rump as he drove his own shaft into Arc.  Sonic’s semen flooded the mouse, pouring down the back of Arc’s coconut-sized testicles.


The hedgehog groaned as he came for what felt like the twentieth time so far.  He could not stop himself.  Arc’s tight rump felt a billion times better than anything he had ever felt.  His body was controlled by instinct alone as he pounded into the boy as fast as he could, his hips blurring.  His cock was lurching wildly, spraying gush after gush into Arc.  His fuzzy blue balls slapped against Arc, sending splashes of his overflowing cum about.


Arc wanted to complain, to pull free to find help for Bloom… and perhaps Sonic too, now that he thought about it, but…


It felt too good!  Apple Bloom's tight, wet tunnel was rippling and clenching and squeezing his enormous cock, and she was bucking back with enough force to shake his body.  His cock felt multiple times more sensitive; he could feel every quiver, every splash of her nectar.  She was moaning,  occasionally spluttering as a shot of her own cum hit her in the face.  Then Sonic's cock erupted again, flooding his depths with thick, warm spunk.  In his drunken pleasure,  Arc thought of himself as a Twinkie: soft, yellow, and full of cream.


Unable to help himself, Arc straightened up as much as he could, gripped Apple Bloom's little hips, and began to join them in thrusting.  There was no rhythm between them; Sonic was drilling into Arc at ten pumps per second (Arc was thankful that Sonic's cum was serving as lube) and far too fast to keep up with; while Bloom seemed to be thrusting completely at random with no care for pleasure.  Arc began to thrust at his own pace, drawing back most of his shaft before burying himself back into Bloom's depths.  His hips met hers with a loud, sharp, stinging slap.  Precum and her honey already soaked most of their lower halves. 


Within moments, Arc was pounding away in a total mating frenzy as fierce as Sonic's.   With a cock as big as his, Arc almost always had to hold himself back when penetrating someone for their comfort. But with a girl as wet as Bloom was, and as strong as she was, and as horny as HE was, he let loose as hard as he could go.  And what was left of Arc's conscious mind was surprised to find she seemed to enjoy it.  His hands reached around her, gripping her twitching, pulsing shaft, pumping it in time with her ejaculations.   Her thick ponycum coated his hands as he squeezed her medial ring. 


Sonic grunted as he came again, burying himself inside Arc as his hips trembled.  He cried out, flooding Arc with more cum, each ejaculation feeling like a dozen orgasms at once.  He suddenly stiffened, every muscle locking up.  The boy, still buried hilt-deep in the Pikachu, began to seize.  He foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolling up in his head.  His entire body shook and spasmed, his penis pulling free of Arc to sling ropes of cum about the room randomly.  He fell back onto the tiled floor, humping the air as his cock fired endlessly.  His pupils and irises vanished, leaving his eyes a blank white expanse.


Arc did not notice, save for the sudden empty sensation as Sonic’s footlong shaft pulled free.  He was far too busy driving his hips into Bloom’s vise-like grip.  Her juices drenched his sheath as he pistoned his massive cock into her again and again.  The yellow mouse tensed up, feeling a tingling ache rush from his testicles to his tip.  Arc let out an incoherent howl of ecstasy, his red cheeks and lightning-bolt tail both sending off sparklers of electricity.  With a final thrust, Arc buried himself as deep as he could into the foal and fired off.  Thick spunk of metallic gold backwashed out of Bloom almost immediately.  The pony gave a whinny of delight under him, her inner walls clamping down to milk him, even as her already enormous ejaculations intensified further.  Arc could hear her penis slapping her stomach as it lurched up and down.


Arc’s orgasm was an intense one even by his own standards.  His balls were clenched tight to his length, which jumped and flexed with each gush.  Arc felt like he was spraying almost triple what he normally would.  Bloom’s furry tummy was swelling as the sticky, thick metallic goo flooded her.  Arc couldn’t think, he couldn’t move.  All he could do was gush again and again.  The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, and it was getting even more powerful with each successive gush.


His consciousness faded as he began to spasm from head to toe, the virus beginning its work in his brain.  Like Sonic, his knees buckled and he fell backward.  Sonic was already gone as Arc hit the tiles.  Arc’s hands and feet drummed a random staccato rhythm on the floor.  His enormous penis stabbed up into the air, slinging ropes of molten gold around the room at random.  Sparks of lightning leapt off his body, arcing to the nearest metal surfaces.  His eyes wiped clean and empty, pupils vanishing.  The boy’s body heaved, his spine almost folding backward with the force of his last pelvic thrust, before he slumped back and lay still.


Apple Bloom took no notice of Arc’s sudden absence from within her.  In fact, she did not really have the mental capacity to notice anything, at least in a way that sentient beings would understand.  She slowly stumbled back to her hooves, moaning sadly as she staggered forward.  Sonic was already at the door, echoing her moan.  The hedgehog bumped mindlessly against the doorframe several times, before his penis made contact with the door itself.  Hedgehog and pony semen splashed the wood as they jostled against it, before finally pushing it open.  The two children wandered off in different directions, already having forgotten the other existed.


Arc’s moans echoed soon after, as he followed them out into the school…


*****


Patient Zero, formerly the werecheetah Tiffany 'Gia, had not left the girl's school after her symptoms manifested.  For a short period,  she wandered the halls aimlessly, splattering lockers, doors, and the floor with shots of spunk.  As classes were in session, the halls were empty as she staggered through.  She occasionally bumped into walls or lockers, then careened off at a new trajectory, like a slow-motion pinball.


The little feline shuddered, semen bubbling out out of both of her tips and firing in milky spurts ahead of her.  She moaned softly, her empty, pupilless eyes wandering randomly.  She had no destination; what used to be her brilliant mind was no longer capable of any thoughts that complex.  Indeed, she could no longer be considered sentient in any respect.  Even opening doors required more thought than she could muster.


It was unfortunate for Mrs. Diggers-Gia’s third period health class that a student was leaving the class to visit the water fountain at that moment.  If the door had remained closed, Tiffany might have passed by.  But then it is likely, she would have done the same thing somewhere else.

Instead, the classroom door opened and Shara Rajesh walked face-first into Tiffany, knocking her to the floor.  Tiffany landed flat on her back, but if she registered any pain, she did not react.  The tall, red-headed elephant girl grunted, shaking her head large enough to make her large ears flap from side to side.  Her trunk curled up, stroking between her eyes as she tried to focus them, dazed for a moment.  She blinked, registering first that her school uniform was now soaked through with a messy, wet cum-stain, then she realized what she had done.

“Tiffy!  Ohmigosh!  I’m SO sorry!” Shara yelped, her girlish voice accented distinctively; clipped consonants and rounded, softened vowels.  Tiffany moaned on the floor, bucking her hips up into the air as both of her penises gushed pearly fluid onto her already-drenched stomach.  The fabric of her blouse was already so completely saturated that the cum just sluiced off onto the floor.


“Are… are you okay?” Shara asked, tears welling up in her large blue eyes as she feared having grievously injured the little werecheetah.  So worried was the elephant girl, that she did not even feel the sudden, strange tingling heat in her loins, nor the powerful twitching of something under her skirt.  Tiffany slowly clambered back to her feet, taking no notice of Shara in front of her.  She moaned again, humping the air as semen spurted liberally from both tips.

“Tiffany… are you… all right?” asked Shara, nervously.  She began to suspect that something was seriously wrong, worse than just some bruises.  Any further thoughts on that subject were cut off by an ominous creaking, then SNAPPING noise coming from below her hips.


With a loud rip, Shara’s already strained panties tore apart; the elastic waistband snapping, then the fabric giving way.  She cried out in embarrassment as the front of her skirt flipped up, and what looked like a second trunk unfurled from below.  The pachyderm’s penis sprung up, growing erect in record time.  It resembled an equine cock superficially; long, with a flared head, and a medial ring halfway down the shaft, giving it a segmented appearance.  That was where the resemblance ended; it was a uniform grey pink in color, rather than mottled like a horse cock.  The flare was vaguely triangular, coming up to a dull point at the tip.  It bulged thicker near her sheath, and thick, ropy veins lined the sides.  Most notable, it was sixteen inches long, the largest penis of any cub in Shara’s class.  It reached her mid-chest, pre already bubbling from the trumpet.


“Eek!!!” Shara squealed, blushing, “D-Don’t look!  I-I didn’t mean…”


Whatever Shara did not mean was lost as Tiffany’s rough feline tongue began to rasp over her flare.  Tiffany finally had taken notice of her.  Pleasure, amplified a hundred times by the rapidly flourishing infection, blasted through Shara’s slim body, wiping away coherent thought.  All Shara wanted was more.  She rested a hand against the top of Tiffany’s head, forcing her face against her massive shaft.  Tiff growled softly and shoved the larger girl back against the lockers on the other side of the hall from the classroom door with a loud clang.

Lifting one of Shara’s legs to expose her damp, chubby vulva, Tiffany lined herself up, gripping her lower cock by the sheathless base.  With no hesitation, the mindless child buried herself to the hilt inside Shara’s tight, wet depths.  The orange-furred girl moaned as she ejaculated hard, spouting off within Shara’s young pre-fertile womb, flooding it with a torrent of infected semen.  Her other shaft splattered the medial ridge of Shara’s cock, even as Tiff slurped loudly at the flare; Shara was large enough that Tiff barely had to bend over to achieve this feat.  The little tiger-cheetah growled and began to drive her hips forward into the larger girl, gushing into her again and again…


******


“Teacher Command, Study Guide!” said Mrs. Britanny Diggers-’Gia, inside the classroom.  She smiled in satisfaction as the low murmur of conversation in the room instantly died out.  The children began to pore over their assigned reading with a slightly glassy cast to their eyes.  The post-hypnotic trigger had rendered the children into a state of hyper-focus, incapable of even thinking of anything other than their assigned task, which they pursued with their full concentration.  Mrs. Diggers generally felt slightly ambivalent about using the triggers with which every child and teenager in Breezeport had brainwashed and conditioned.  On one hand, she preferred to have fun classes that engaged the kids and focused on interactivity.  On the other, when things got too rowdy or she just needed a break, they came in handy.  This one in particular was especially useful for teaching, but Britanny did not particularly enjoy teaching to a class of hypnotized zombies.

That mental turn of phrase was a particularly unfortunate one, given what was about to happen.

The seven-foot tall Amazonian werecheetah kicked back and lifted her heels onto her desk.  She brushed back a lock of golden black-spotted hair out of her face and yawned, showing her fangs.  Lazily, she unzipped the fly of her jeans, her long tail swishing slowly.  Not one child even looked up as she reached in to pull her half-hard cock out for a quick fap.  She winced and stopped herself before she started; she had forgotten that Shara was out getting a drink, and missed out on the hypnotic trigger. Brit grumbled, attempting to stuff her swelling member back down her pant leg.  She wouldn’t want the notoriously shy and sex-scared elephant to walk in on her, not unless she wanted Shara to faint… or worse, splatter half the class with a premature orgasm.  That type of thing needed to wait for their Friday sex-education classes.

<Speaking of which,> thought Britanny, <It’s not like Shara to take so long at the water fountain.  Wonder what’s up?>


She was answered a moment later as Shara staggered through the door.  Her appearance had changed quite a bit in the minutes she had been gone.  She was splattered, nay, glazed with semen, her gray skin and long, pigtailed red hair both appearing several shades lighter.  Her uniform was disheveled and even torn in places.  Her eyes were empty expanses of white, the blue irises and black pupils vanished.  Her skirt was hiked up over her massive erection, from which fountains of semen were issuing in steady pulses.  Cum ran down her inner thighs from her vulva, soaking the floor.  She let out a long, mournful moan.

“Shara, what…  Tiffany?!” Britanny began, but was derailed by the sight of her daughter shuffling in after Shara.  Tiffany moaned too, reaching mindless hands out towards her mother.


“Tiffy, what are you doing here? Why are you out of class?  And why are you…?” Brit trailed off as she tried to find a polite way to describe her daughter’s appearance.  Her words fell on ears controlled by a mind too far gone to recognize them as anything but noise.  The werecheetah cub moaned and shuffled toward her mother.  Britanny, unaware of the danger her daughter presented, rushed to meet her.

Shara, while Britanny was distracted, shuffled right by her.  She moaned, her blank white eyes gazing out at the rows of seated, reading children.  Children whom were compelled by deeply embedded subconscious commands to ignore the commotion at the front of the room.  They continued to read diligently as the elephant girl staggered forward.  They kept on reading as Shara gave a loud trumpet of ecstasy and thrust her hips forward.  They even kept reading as Shara spouted enormous gouts of thick, hot cum out into the classroom.  The children were so deeply conditioned to focus that as massive cables of semen draped over them, striking the far wall with the sheer force and volume, they did not even flinch. Shara waved her hips from side to side, treating the class to a one-girl bukkake. 


Shara was well-known not just for the size of her penis, but the unbelievable size of her orgasms.  Most kids could easily produce pints or quarts of semen.  A few could even gush gallons.  Shara blasted bucketfuls normally, and with the disease enhancing her, it was even more massive.  The students dutifully turned the now sticky and soggy pages of their worksheets, continuing to read, even as the papers became illegible.  


Britanny dropped to her knees and hugged Tiffany, murmuring comforting words to the child, and inadvertently smearing spunk all over her clothes and chest fur.  Tiffany gave a moan, thrusting forward, splashing Brit’s bare midriff with streaks of fresh semen.


“Tiffy, what’s the matter?  Do you need to go to Nurse Lola? Or the hospital?  You’ve got a fever!  You’re burning up!” Britanny babbled, entirely focused on her daughter as much as the children of her class were obsessed with their assignments.  Tiff ignored her, growling as she flailed in her mother’s grip.  Her fingers caught the buttons on Brit’s blouse, her claws popping them off.  Brit gasped as her large, furry breasts were exposed, her big rosy-pink nipples fully erect through her fur.  Tiff groaned and pushed at her mother, knocking her off-balance and onto her back.

“Ack!  Tiffany, what… MMPH!” Brit began, but was silenced by her daughter mounting her chest, shoving her twin erections into the older woman’s cleavage.  The head of Tiffany’s lower penis bumped against Brit’s lips.  The mother was unable to say another word as her daughter’s cum flooded her mouth (and ricocheted off her forehead as it fired from Tiff’s other cock), and she gulped involuntarily to avoid drowning.  The next gulp was a choice, but a reluctant one.  The third gulp was eager.  The fourth was downright enthusiastic.  Brit could not help herself.  Suddenly, she was more aroused than she had ever been, enough that the button on her jeans pinged off the ceiling tiles as her huge pink penis forced its way of its fabric prison.  Britanny could not remember tasting anything as utterly delicious as her daughter’s cream.  She squeezed her soft yet firm, furry breasts tight around both of Tiff’s thirteen inch shafts, using her mammaries to stroke and squeeze the stiff, pulsing rods.  Without touching herself, Brit’s long, twitching cock splashed Tiff’s back with precum.


While Tiffany was distracting her mother (not by intention), Shara was continuing to baste the rest of the class with her spunk.  By now, not a single girl in the twenty person class did not have some of Shara’s semen on them somewhere.  The infection was taking hold already; there was not a dry pair of panties anywhere in the room, and most of the girls’ skirts were tenting upwards.  Many of the girls had begun masturbating on instinct; either rubbing down at their damp muffs or stroking swollen erections, even as their eyes continued to roam over the pages of their reading.

Shara huffed and groaned, staggering forward.  She pressed her flare to the fuzzy cheek of Ryo-ohki, smearing the cat-rabbit’s face with thick, hot goo, and inadvertently gluing her left eye shut.  Ryo-ohki’s still-open golden eye remained on her worksheet, even as her paw moved up and down in her lap, rolling her foreskin up and down repeatedly.  Shara nudged her again, groaning as she gushed a messy rope through Ryo’s blue-silver and brown mane of hair.  This time, something changed.

Ryo-ohki looked up from her page and over at Shara.  There was a moment of disorientation, then confusion… And then unbridled lust.  Ryo let out a desperate, hoarse meow, and buried her face in Shara’s flare, even as her own cock erupted in her lap.  Ryo trembled, her penis twitching rapidly as it pumped blasts of spunk into the air and over her shirt.  The little girl slurped loudly, pumping Shara’s cock with her tiny paws, moaning as elephant-cum ran down her face in white, thick rivers.


Ryo-ohki wasn’t the only one.  All around the room, the children began to snap out of their trances and leap upon one another with wild abandon.  The compulsions of their brainwashing were extremely powerful, but no match for the unnatural lust of the infection.  Pairs, trios, foursomes broke out as the girls tore at their clothes and exposed their loins, seeking stimulation in any way they could.  Blasts of semen began to fly across the room as many of the girls climaxed over only one or two pumps or slurps.


“Ahh… Nnnf!  T-Tiiiifffy….” moaned Britanny.  She had forgotten all about her class.  She had forgotten about anything except the taste of her daughter’s spunk, the squeezing of Tiff’s palms on her rock-hard nipples, and the pulse and throb of her achingly-stiff erection.  Tiffany’s fingers pinched her nipples hard, and Brit howled at the jolt of pleasure that ran through her body.  Her hips thrust a full foot off the floor as her eighteen-inch cock began to convulse and leave a messy skunk’s stripe of semen on her daughter’s back.  Tiff did not seem to notice her mother’s pleasure, the hot thick fluid matting down her spot-striped hair, running down her face.  She pumped her hips into Brit’s large, wobbling breasts like a machine, once every couple seconds, timed with the surges of her endless orgasm.  Brit’s face, hair, shoulders, and upper chest were completely soaked.


When Brit began to seize, her back arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream of sensory overload; Tiff lost all interest in her mother.  Her job was done.  The infection was passed.  Tiffany let her mother’s convulsions toss her aside like a ragdoll, and slowly picked herself off the floor.  She gave a low, sad moan, her shafts pulsing and spitting on the ground.  Her arms lifted, and on something less than animal instinct, the cub staggered back towards the door.


Shara followed a minute later.  The classwide orgy had devolved into a pile of convulsing, collapsing, orgasming bodies. The infection was in its final stages.  Ryo-ohki lay on the floor beside her desk, hands and feet drumming randomly against the floor as her synapses misfired.  The cabbit gave the barest squeak, her golden eyes vanishing.  Cum sprayed in intense, violent blasts from her nine-inch shaft, unceasing as she stabbed the air with her hips.

Tiffany wandered off down the hall aimlessly, seeking more uninfected.  Shara left in a different direction, hosing down much of the lockers and floor along the way.  Every person to come in contact with her spunk would be infected, and zombified minutes later.  But far worse than that was what came a moment later.


Britanny swayed as she stood in the doorway.  At first glance, it would have been easy to mistake her as being dazed or hypnotized.  Her shirt was ripped open, exposing her massive breasts, which were completely coated in semen.  Her cock hung out of her jeans, the foot and a half rod visibly rippling and jerking up and down as cum rushed up the length and pumped into the air.  Her tail hung limp behind her as her jaw dropped open in a long, low moan.  Her arms raised as she took an unsteady step forward, staggering out.  The werecheetah stumbled straight across the hall, some fragment of memory in her malfunctioning brain guiding her towards more uninfected victims.  

She hit the closed door with a soft thud, striking it breasts and cock first.  She stumbled back for a moment, almost losing her balance.  She moaned and staggered back to the door, slapping it with her palms.  She reared back, lifted her arms, and bashed the door.  Her lycanthrope strength knocked it clean off the hinges.  The adult in the room gave a curse and the children in the room yelped in surprise.  There was a commotion as Britanny staggered into the room, the sounds of shouts and yelps and gasps… which quickly turned to moans and the sounds of flesh on wet fur.  

Back out in the hall, twenty more infected children shuffled out of Britanny’s classroom, some following her into the one across the hall… but many wandering off in their own directions, towards other rooms…




*****












******


The zombies pounded at the makeshift barricade of chairs, sofas and assorted furniture in front of the door. Given that the furniture was mostly plastic, lightweight, and made for children, it wasn’t going to hold for long.  Within a minute, they would be inside, and everyone within would be in grave danger.


But Skye was ready.  The fennec had rallied her classmates.  She had bravely and courageously led them here to make their stand. She knew what needed to be done, and she was going to do it.  The others had followed her reluctantly at first, but she had rallied them, won them over.


She eyed the door, glaring at it as the silhouettes moved behind it, their muffled moans coming through.


“To me!  Get ready!!!  We’re going to set up in two lines, a firing line, and a reloading line!” Skye shouted over the moaning sex-ghouls to the dozen or so cubs readying their weapons.  


“Um… Skye?” Jayden interjected, adjusting his glasses.


“Not now, Jayden,” Skye waved at him dismissively, before continuing, “The firing line will wait until they enter! We’ll have them bottlenecked at the door. Aim for the forehead and wait until you see the whites of their eyes!  Considering their eyes are entirely white, that’ll be easy!”


‘’I won’t hesitate, even though they used to be our friends,” said Sally Acorn, holstering her spare pistol.


“But Skye…” Jayden continued, raising his paw nervously.


“Not now, Jayden!” Skye interrupted, pacing back and forth before the cubs as she checked her ammunition magazine, and made sure her weapon was not jammed.  She slapped it back into place and primed the weapon with a satisfying “Cla-CLACK!”


“The firing line will take their shots. ONE SHOT AT A TIME!  Make sure to aim!  I don’t want to see any spraying and praying!  Ammo is more valuable than your lives!  One shot, one kill, no misses!” she called, holding up her spare magazine.


“Got it, boss!” agreed Gazi, checking the sights on his rifle.


“Skye, seriously…” Jayden objected, more loudly.


“NOT NOW, Jayden!” Skye growled at the wolf, before turning back to the others, “Once the first line runs out of ammo, the second line will replace them. The first line will drop back and reload, while the second line fires!  And we’ll keep going that way until there’s none of them left!  After that, we’ll plan our escape and go to the wilderness where we’ll set up our survivor’s camp!”


“But SKYE!!!” Jayden said, now waving both hands to try to get the diminutive vixen’s attention.


“Jayden, will you get outta the way?! They’re coming!” Skye snarled, pushing him aside.  Sure enough, the barricade gave way with a crash, and the figures outside began to shuffle through the door.  Shara was in front, her massive shaft pulsing as it fired a rope of cum onto the floor.  Fire followed behind, moaning as he looked towards his sister with empty white eyes.


Skye felt a moment of heartache for him, but then suppressed it. The survivors needed her to be strong.  She would show no mercy to these monsters, not even ones that used to be her family.  She shouldered her weapon against her shoulder and brushed her blue forelock of hair out of her face, locking her sights between Fire’s eyes.


“First line… FIRE!!!” she shouted.  With a series of sharp, loud cracks, six cubs pulled the triggers, firing their weapons at the oncoming horde.  Their projectiles found their marks with perfect aim and…


...Bounced harmlessly off their targets’ foreheads with a hollow “doink.”


“Skye, I was trying to remind you that we’re a buncha kids. We don’t have real guns.  I wouldn’t even know where to GET a real gun. These are all Splerf Guns…” Jayden said, holding up a spongy blue dart from his weapon.  The other children stopped and looked down at the colorful plastic toys in their hands, then over at Skye.


“....Skye, you are the biggest idiot in the whole friggin’ world,” Gazi snarled, dropping his weapon.


“How the heck did she rope me into this?!  I’m supposed to be the second smartest kid in the class!” Sally shouted, throwing her guns to the floor and looking equally annoyed at herself and Skye.


“She was just so enthusiastic about it that I just kinda went along with it,” Gazi replied, his hands on his hips.


The other kids all surrounded the fennec, growling abuse at the little fox for her idiocy, and each other for following her idiocy.


Skye cried a waterfall of cartoon tears and whined, “I just always wanted to defend against a zombie horrrrde!  This waaaas finally my chaaance!” 


Jayden sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, “Sometimes, I wonder if I have really bad taste in girls, to have such a big crush on you…”