CW: STD, HIV, vivid bugchasing fantasy, little bit of slur, consensual tho

I'm not a bugchaser IRL but sometimes it's hot to think about. imagine if a ton of people were just really into getting pozzed and you could get it done for a few bcuks. oh also hiv tests are instantaneous. tell me if this makes you cum or grosses you out.


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The female hyena relaxed into her harness in the back room of the filthy bar, reading social media on her phone. The room was lit only by a weak lightbulb and no surface looked like it'd been cleaned in years, but she didn't give a shit. She took a slurp of the free beer the bartender had just brought, flicking through messages boredly. Her legs were hung in stirrups from the ceiling, pulled right up over her head, holding her cunt and asshole totally exposed to view. Her snatch hung open, the furry lips matted with old cum, and the tip of a condom hung out of her, a joke from earlier that she hadn't had the patience to fish out yet, not that she cared about that either.

A knock came on the door. She hit the buzzer and a moment later the door swung open to reveal a tall, muscled raccoon. He froze in the door for a sec and the hyena girl stared at him impatiently, about to tell him to get in or close the door, when he spoke up. "Uh, are you the poz service?"

The hyena rolled her eyes. "Yep, I am, and I'm a girl. That's the problem, I imagine?"

The raccoon nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry, I don't mean anything by it but- you know, I'm gay, really, so I don't know..."

The hyena sighed in exasperation - this happened all the time, with most of the bars clientele being gay guys. "I know, you aren't the first." She shuffled in her restraints to get more comfortable and went on, "But a hole's a hole, and I'll get you just as knocked up as the next dudes asshole." She slapped the inside of her thigh, her fur dulling the sound. "Come on, you want it or not? I'm Alyssa, but you can call me Alan or something if it helps."

The raccoon swallowed, visibly nervous, but stepped into the tiny room and closed the door behind him. "How much, anyway? Oh, and I'm B-Ben."

Alyssa shrugged. "Don't much care what *your* name is, friend. It's $5 to fuck me, $15 for a test. Bartender will ring you up after. You can keep fucking me until it takes but each test is $15. You in?"

Ben stood there for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, sure." He stepped forward and asked, "Which, uh, which hole?"

Alyssa shrugged. "I know you're queer, but just fuck my cunt. It's easier, no lube, and it's got just as much bug in it as the other one." She reached down and spread her wet snatch lips. "I've had about twenty guys blow in me today, so there's probably more testosterone in my babymaker than yours. You can bet most of it's hot by now, too."

The raccoon was getting slowly closer as she spoke, shuffling forward, clearly terrified of what might be his first straight experience. Alyssa thought that was ridiculous - this wasn't straight sex, she was just a lubed up toy loaded with diseased cum. Men didn't think about her while they railed her gash, they thought about how they were gonna take her virus out and knock up other guys. Most of them probably imagined they were in an asshole while they did it.

She thought it was hilarious to think of all those super-fags out there huffing each others testosterone stink as they got each other sick with a girls disease picked up through a loose, wet cunt - but she wasn't one to disillusion anyone, just to make them do their business and get out.

Ben was unbuttoning his pants, fumbling his dick out of his underwear. He was only half-hard, his uncircumcised dickhead still totally covered with foreskin. Alyssa hummed in approval. "Hey, you're lucky, you still got your skin." Ben looked up, confused. Alyssa went on, "You know that increases infection rate. Keeps it all nice and squished up against your head."

The raccoon visibly shuddered; she smiled to hershelf, she must have touched a nerve with that one. Sure enough, she could see his dick growing. This guy definitely wanted to get pozzed, it was driving him nuts. She spread her legs a little wider to make the point, and he finally stepped forward until he was between her thighs. She coudl feel the heat from his dangling dick, and then he reached down, lifted it, and pressed it against her snatch. "Too high," she muttered, and the raccoon looked down in embarrasment as he moved lower and pushed again, still in the wrong spot. Gay guys never knew where her hole actually was.

Finally he was in the right spot, and she muttered, "There." He pushed, and she felt him slide into her, moaning as his foreskin was pushed back by her sloppy lips. He wasn't small, and her parts still worked just fine, so she groaned herself as he filled her gash.

"Fuck," he panted as he came to a rest, "th-that's a pussy?" He was visibly shocked at how good it felt - most gold star gays were, and this clearly was his first cunt. The hyena smiled up at him, "Yep, that's a vag. An infected, HIV positive vag."

At that the raccoons eyes widened and he pulled out and thrust back into her, almost reflexively, huffing as he buried into her. "F-f-fuck," he muttered again, "that's--you're really fuckin-"

Alyssa interrupted him, speaking low. "That's a loose pussy you're inside. Your uncut dick is in my wet, infected poz pit." She knew what to say and saw it working immediately, the raccoon closing his eyes and starting to pump into her. She kept it up. "Fuck my sloppy diseased dumpster. Your dick is coated in virus. All that bug you're pushing out of my snatch is gonna get in your pisshole, get in your blood, knock up your balls." She leaned forward and stage-whispered, "My vagina's pushing that bug right through your dickhead, it's in your veins already, you're one of those AIDS fag--"

As soon as she started into the last part, the raccoon barked and slammed his dick into her. She could feel his dick swelling between her lips as yet another load of cum spit into her ruined dumpster of a birth canal. She relaxed into the harness, sighing as she waited for the gay dude to catch his breath.

A few seconds passed, and Ben said, "Th-that was really good, f-fuuuuuck..." He just stood there, his dick still stuffed between her labia, panting as he recovered. Alyssa gave him a minute, then cleared her throat, making him look up.

"Well, that's that, five bucks on your tab. Want a test?" She said it matter-of-factly, like she hadn't just been fucked - not like she came anyway - and it took a moment for the raccoon to gather his thoughts, swallow, and say, "Oh yeah, yeah, please."

The hyena girl reached behind her, retrieved one of the plastic boxes. With practiced hands she stripped off the top, poured out the contents. "Gimme your finger," she said, not looking at him as she got everything set up. The raccoon held out a shaky hand, and Alyssa took it, placed the plastic piercer tool at his fingertip and said, "This'll sting, but you've probably had these before, right?" He nodded, and Alyssa hit the button. The needle in the plunger stabbed into his fingertip. he barely flinched as it drew blood - any gay guy was more than used to this routine. She collected the droplet on a swab, stirred it into the test fluid, and they both stared at the plastic tray.

After fifteen seconds, she picked it up, shook it, set it back down, and Ben groaned in disappointment as a black minus sign appeared. "Aw, man..." he whined.

Alyssa shrugged at him. "Another fuck is free, you just have to pay for the test." She cocked her head, "You still got time to back out, too. Some dudes just fuck me with a rubber, get off on thinking about all that disease their dick is near, but never actually get pozzed themselves. You want that?"

The big raccoon hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah. I came here for this, I want it."

Alyssa nodded. "Alright, well, I say use my asshole then. Little more work, but I can squeeze you real good, rough up your dick a little, make it easier to catch it. Sound good?" The raccoon nodded. "Well, you're probably plenty lubed. Go for it."

Ben nodded back, then lifted his dick and frowned. "Uh, well..." He was soft still. Not a rapid fire guy, she guessed.

She sighed. "Close your eyes, man." He did. In the huskiest voice she could manage, Alyssa growled, "Hey Ben, I'm Alan. My dick is hard as hell and I wanna blow my poz load on myself. You wanna get your dick up in my boypussy?"

The effect on the raccoon was immediate. He clenched his eyes at her cheap porn dialogue, clearly addicted to that kind of shit, his dick stiffening immediately. She went on, "I've got the bug, Ben, and I'm unmedicated. Do you wanna know what my viral load is like?" Ben was stroking himself now, eyes still shut but nodding, and she whispered, "Fuckin find out yourself."

Ben took the bait. He stroked himself another couple times, then pressed his dick against her asshole. She was loose as hell and his dick was covered in twenty other HIV loads, so he just shoved himself effortlessly into her shithole. She grunted a little as her ring stretched suddenly around his thick cock, a little bigger than she was used to, but he wasn't paying any attention. He was already fucking her shithole, his eyes still closed, hands holding her legs up in the air.

The raccoon went at her hard, pounding her girly shithole, obviously in another place. "Fuck- Alan- Fuck," he choked out as he nailed her. "I want- your fucking- bug-" he gasped.

Alyssa just held her legs harder apart, braced against her harness as the homosexual plowed her loose tail, biting her lip - she had no prostate and had never been an ass girl, so this didn't do much for her, she just had to bear it until he was done. It didn't take long. Spitting out, "Alan- Fuck- Alan- I'm gonna-" the raccoon blew in her, his dick pulsing in her anal ring as he emptied his still-negative load into her rectum.

This time he took a little longer to recover, but when he started to shrink, Alyssa clenched her asshole, bringing him around as his dick suddenly slipped out. She already had a test in hand. "Ready to go again?"

Ben, still heaving to catch his breath, nodded at her as he panted. The hyena got the package torn open, parts sorted, and grabbed his hand to pull it over. She stabbed him with the needle without asking for permission, getting a surprised yelp this time, but she quickly swabbed the blood, put it in the test, and waited.

Fifteen seconds later, she picked up the test, shook it, and looked at it. Ben stared at her, unable to see the results, his eyes begging to know. Alyssa loved dragging this out, but only so far. She flipped the test over with a smile to reveal the missing stripe.

"Good work, homo. That'll be $35, pay up front."