Pound a Friend to Me [BAD END]

The Krookodile's twitching erection was as clear as any day despite the horrid darkness of this night. The glisten to its wet and hot mast couldn't be hidden, nor could the pre leaking out of its tip as it drips into the bog water right in front of your knelt position. The hefty croc just smiles a twisted grin with violet glowing eyes gleaming down at you. Even if it couldn't talk, you knew exactly what it was thinking as it eyes your muzzle.

Your heart races, your already ragged breath was running short, and your mind panics with the memory of what Hex had recently warned you of. The infection spreads with the infected **** their victims. If you ingest anything from this fat croc, you run the risk of being just another mindless thrall looking for any hole to fill or food to dine on.

You strain to will yourself up to avoid ever a fate like that, but a heavy fist smashes into your stomach to knock the wind from your lungs, and the audible splash of your knees hitting the submerged ground return to your ears. Too much pain coursed through you. It was a fight just to earn enough oxygen back into your chest, let alone a tussle against such a beast.

Fortunately, you hear the gasps of your ally from behind you. As your ears ring and your jaws struggle to huff, your eyes manage to catch a look of Jackal slumped back on a large tree stump, straining himself as well to get up. But his eyes seemed to be rolled up and his belly bruised. The pores of his mane weren't even ignited and struggled to really spark up any heat. The infected Krookodile shifts its attention to Jackal too, and even though it was eager to enjoy you, a quick kick to send you down against a rock was simple enough. Your body crashes against it and slumps in the shallow waters. Despite the painkillers, the sustained injuries bring back the aching in your leg, leaving you unfortunately mobilized and dazed for now. Your vision darkens surprisingly more, as the world before you drifts in and out of focus. Things were too weary, you feel the touch of slumber nearly dragging you into unconsciousness.

You pride yourself as a fighter and try to hold on, having to see a tilted and thin angle of the Krookodile approaching Jackal in heavy, watery stomps. Despite the obvious encroach, the Typhlosion didn't move from his position. He may have been down for the count too.

Only able to sit and watch, you witness the croc gripping up Jackal's legs to lift them up, and with the fire badger still flat on his back, his ass is exposed to the throbbing erection of the reptile. The infected sniffs at Jackal with its long snout, giving the Typhlosion a look over to ensure it won't have to deal with him resisting before giving a satisfied smile. In a quick buck, its cock digs through the fire-types asshole which incites a growling gasp out of Jackal, "G-Ghuh! Wh...What the..." He attempts to lift his arms or kick his legs; both do little to gain anything for him as the croc pulls back and thrusts in again, and then once more. It probes inches forward inside of Jackal that cause him to arch his back and squeeze at the croc's length. He gasps again, blinking repeatedly, trying to gain his senses. "F-Fhuck! Nnhgh...don't you...mngh, fuckin' dare!"

But it did much worse than dare. The croc parts its smiling jaws wide and slams its length deeply in to the hilt, enjoying Jackal's tightness while the badger violently gasps with pinched eyes now. From there, you simply sit and witness in your dazed state of Jackal grunting and growling, audibly plapped by the large Krookodile as it ravages his asshole. Jackal's chubby belly bobs in the motions against the Krookodile's own, mashing together once the croc leans itself over with Jack's legs still hooked in its arms. The crotch mashes through, rocking your partner against the tree stump...and despite your efforts yearning to help him...your vision was fading...

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...For a moment, you feel a brief moment of vision blur into your mind. Your eyes struggle to make out an image before you, but you know for sure something was moving. Your ears can detect a slurred beat of motion, along with grunts of someone or something. With your brain needing a restart, you catch enough of a focused glimpse, you witness Jackal being completely grappled up against the infected Krookodile. His back mashes to the beast's front while the cock still slams right into his ass; but his arms and legs looked completely useless.

The Typhlosion coughs up embers as the beast rapes his asshole, locking him in a full-nelson position, with arms hooked under Jackal's legs, but reaching high enough to cup the hands over the fire-type's head. The legs splayed out bounce with the bucking thrusts, revealing cum coating the meat slamming into the plush rump as a sign that the fire badger's already at least taken one load, but that was barely enough to convince the croc to ever stop. Wet slap after another, Jackal has his ass plugged to bob his own belly and swing his own cock about. In fact, you can't help but notice the red face of the Typhlosion having some tears in his eyes, but his eyes were rolled all the way up, nearly going cross-eyed even. His teeth grit harshly together, but that doesn't stop the whining moans echoing out in the bog as he loosely spurts cum from his own cock. The Typhlosion was suffering the last moments of an orgasm as you see him feed the water under him the hot, shameful spunk of his nuts before the croc ever finished with him.

"G-GgGgghhHhhk, a-aaauh, mnghk..." The Typhlosion groans tightly, unable to hold his noises of pleasure as his eyes look faintly a bit more purple. It shocks you to widen your eyes at such a sight, but the aches of the body and skull return to flood you in sluggish pain, and the frame of your vision begins to creep back together into darkness. You will yourself to stay up, but you fade into dreariness once more...

You know you do not fully pass out, but you can feel time passing between the moments you're slumped in the shallow waters and your partner being infected. It's uncertain to you for how long you're out, and your ears can sense when something was approaching you.

Splashes of water hit your body as something bigger than you trudges to your front, shoving you over forward. The sudden dunk of water reawakens the life in your body as you surge your eyes open again finally and manage to get your hands and knees down. Springing your head above the surface, you inhale air to be met with the sight of a Typhlosions broad belly, before tracing up to see a familiar face with an orange bandana on his arm...but unfamiliar purple glowing eyes gazing down at you. Your heart winces to see Jackal growling down at you wordlessly when reaching down and gripping the fur of your head.

It's tight, discovering his energy has returned to him thanks to the infection; and with a sudden jolt, he shoves your face to nose towards a different direction, straight forward at your level...to a throbbing erection already leaking with insatiable pre. The cock flexes for your mouth while you grunt out, "J-Jack...it's me, Lace, you can't-"

But he can. And he wasn't alone.

Clawed hands slap together against your hips, causing you to bark and twist your eyes and head enough to see the Krookodile from before now palming at your ass and thumbing the big blue cheeks apart, exposing the darker blue asshole under your tail. The constant erection pulsing from the croc's groin wasn't sated by plowing your friend, and now you were next.

Not another word of protest could escape from your mouth when the Typhlosion's grip swing you back around to face the fire-type's dick, and seeing as how you were panting for air, it allows a simple buck to plug itself right in. "M-Mmlphk?!" You go cross-eyed to see the fire badger show no hesitation in shoving his meat into your maw. Any notion of Jackal's friendship to you long gone, as now he sees you as something to get his wild libido through with.

And just like that, you're fucked from both ends as the Krookodile mounts your ass and buries his meat through your ring, jolting you forward to squeeze your lips over several more inches of Jackal's rod, only for him to buck right back into you to beat his belly to your nose, sending your ass right back around the croc cock. The masts trip you in a spit roast, fucking both your ass and mouth together while your body is just bounced back and forth to one another. Instead of being your partner any longer, he was now teaming with the infected for you to meet his fate.

You were already exhausted from your failed fight against the Krookodile; the moments of passing out doing you no favors of restoring any other second winds within you. It was done. You were done. This will be as far as you get on this adventure.

Jackal growls down at you with a fanged grin, licking over his teeth to grip the sides of your head, ensuring you stayed mouthed on him as the croc doesn't hold back from beating his lap into your ass-cheeks. The constant splash of the water under you and the slick plaps hitting your rear just **** you to give into the treatment and await your true defeat. Pre already fires off through your gullet, and the only direction it can go is when you swallow it all in, dooming you before they even truly cum in you.

"Ghhlk-glp...mglhkp...glp..."

Slobbering over Jackal as he fucks you, you can't help but feel your strength returning to you, but only in a sexually annoyed way. Life throbs down in your cock as it seems to surge, not just from the arousing treatment, but that it craved all but a living hole to shove itself into. Your stomach yearns for...something heavy. Something that should sustain you for weeks at a time.

Your vision becomes hazy...and oddly purple. You blink to try and dispel it, but the sudden pulses of the dick in your mouth and ass suddenly flex, and hot seed squirts all the way through your throat and rectum. The croc snarling up to the air, pulling your ass tight against his crotch to flood every drop in you, while the Typhlosion hunches over and does the same to your jaws, ensuring neither of them get unplugged as they tug of war you altogether.

The seed floods into your belly, enough to swallow down that you feel your tummy lightly swell and touch the shallow water surface. Your arms and knees quake before giving up and drooping out. Your body is only supported by the grip of the fire badger and large croc, both of which inevitably finishing bucking out their loose cum to pry out of your asshole, and ease out of your lips.

You wetly cough and clutch your stomach, keeping your head out of the water to not drown, but it wasn't like it mattered. Memories were disappearing on you as a massive amount of confusion hits your head. Why were you even out in this bog? What were doing again...? What...was your name? What's even a name? Where's food...ah, food...you should find food. You hunger. You need food, a lot of food. Need food. Food feeds hunger. Food good. Food...fuck...hunt...

Your thoughts dwindle into simple needs and wants as your vision floods a bright purple, and eventually, all that is left is you drooling wildly from your mouth. All this fatigue kept you from getting up...but strangely you felt some energy slowly return to you. The Typhlosion grunts at it adding another to the horde before turning back from the Lucario and stumbling off to earn something to eat on its own. It'd be the last of the Lucario it ever sees, as well as for the Krookodile as it seeks something to fulfill its other urges...

The Lucario you were known to be stumbles up onto its legs after a few moments, glances about in the dark bog...and its stomach growls. It wanders off in the opposite direction you had been going, hoping to earn a non-infected meal...or something useful to help your wild erection...

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The Toxicroak gasps as his hands are unable to get any higher up the tree he was attempting to climb. Hex pants wildly as a familiar Lucario grapples around him from behind, slamming its hips to **** the frog's own ass. Whining croaks and moans fill the swamp as Hex is unable to fend off the dog's overbearing strength, forcing him to grind his chest to the tree as the mutt manages to lock its knot through the pucker, tying the two men together. "G-Ghuh! D-Damn it...I should have...gone with you two, mauuh, uuahhh, crrh-rrhhhh... I suppose it's, mngh...fair to share my sister's, ahhh, f-fate..."

The frog moans as the growling infected Lucario just rams the knot in and out of the rear, wetly popping and getting the mutt off to jizz into the amphibian finally as Hex can't help but roll his head back at the motion. He was simply met with the carnivorous jaws locking to his mouth, and **** to take the hungry tongue swabbing inside. The Toxicroak weakly accepts the treatment as he shares the fate of Lace and Jackal in the second day after he parted ways with the heroic duo, joining the ranks of the Infected...

The Infection Continues to Plague the World