Today is subtlety's day

Arriving at the edge of the city, Ares slowed to a stop in the shadows of a building, the sun slowly making its way closer to the horizon as evening drew closer. The Alpha hid carefully, watching as the perimeter guard patrolled. Everyone seemed to be alert and attentive, not surprising since the barricade had just gone up. If he had a few days, he could have waited for them to become more lax and slip through unnoticed. As it was, he'd have to be creative to get through without alerting the whole of Hermes to his actions.

Tapping into the minds of the Infected hidden and fucking each other nearby, he searched the surrounding area for what he needed. Five minutes later, he was walking out of the abandoned flower shop, stepping around what was undoubtedly pussy juice, holding a pot of forget-me-nots.

"Alright little guys, you're going to help me with something very important," Ares whispered to the small blue flowers as his dripped drops of Cupid virus onto them. He wasn't exactly sure why he was talking to the plants, but he liked to think they liked it. Plus, Julie had said she could communicate with her forest, so maybe it really did do something.

"Your job's the easy one," Ares said to the plant as he dug a hole in the dirt near the small highway. "All you have to do is grow in that direction and smell good. I have to wrangle an entire legion of sex fiends into doing what I want. They listen to me if I fuck them, but if I fuck them, I can't do what I want. And I can't do what I want because they won't listen to me because they want to get fucked. It's a vicious cycle." The flowers didn't respond, though Ares would have been more concerned if they had. He could, however, sense the flowers now, a sign that the virus had taken root in the plant. He deftly began tweaking its biology as he pulled it from its pot and lowered it into the small hole.

By the time he had packed the earth back down around it, the forget-me-nots were perfectly designed to live up to their name, exuding a scent that would induce feelings of calm, slight arousal, and would lull anyone who smelled it into a dreamlike stupor. Ares hoped it would be enough to get him and several hundred Infected past the makeshift walls without anyone sounding the alarm. He felt the plant's roots swiftly push through the earth towards the perimeter and settled in to wait for the blooms to do their job.

Corporal Bruno Escarte could not believe his luck. He had signed on with Hermes on the promise of a friend that it was an easy job. Guard some doors for a boring science company and get paid the big bucks. Boring, but easy, and that was all that mattered. At least, it was, until a few days ago when orders came down to mobilize immediately. Turned out, the boring science company had somehow lost some sort of super virus and they needed to go contain it. He and all the other members of the small army organized by Hermes were immediately sent out to quarantine a city where the virus had turned up. They hadn't been told much about the virus, only that it was highly infectious.

Of course they found out the other important part that Hermes had failed to mention pretty quickly: the virus of their made anyone infected into sex mutants. In the single day since he had gotten there, Bruno had seen men with a dick (or sometimes dicks) as large as the size of their bodies. The women were similar, almost all of them sporting huge butts and tits that could rival volleyballs. And that was without mentioning some of the more monstrous creatures, things that looked like they were out of a combination of a horror movie and his old roommate's weird cartoons. Bruno had been relieved when he had been positioned here, far away from where the main **** was stationed and would make their attack to destroy the mutants. All he had to do was keep an eye out for anyone approaching the wall.

"I guess it's nice to have some eye candy while I'm at it," Bruno mumbled, eyes scanning the darkening city. It wouldn't more than a few hours before they'd have to switch on the massive floodlights to be able to see.

"What was that, Corporal?" a female voice came from down the wall, causing Bruno to jump slightly.

"Nothing ma'am," he said quickly, keeping his eyes on the city as his superior approached him. Sergeant Mila Rolas was a short woman, Hispanic like himself, but her height didn't keep her from being equal parts intimidating and sexy. Her tough demeanor, with a stare sharp enough to cut the most stubborn man down to size, was at odds with her plump ass that shook with every authoritative step. Her short height, not more than five and a half feet, **** a man to look down to see her, only to be tempted into the tight valley of cleavage visible if she had left her top button undone. Which, of course, she had that day.

"I thought it'd be noisier," Bruno said, sparing Mila a glance before returning his eyes to the strangely quiet city. "Even if no one is driving and stuff, you'd think we'd be able to hear...well, you know what the virus does."

"There should have been a big attack on the other side of the city today. They probably cleared those monsters out. We'll be out of here soon," the short Sergeant said, glancing at the men and women scattered along the makeshift wall blocking the highway.

"I hope so," Bruno said, his eye catching on a bright clump of flowers near his feet, the tenacious blue petals forcing their way through the cracked pavement. "I'd love to get out of here. Or at least relax a little. Everyone's so tense," he said, crouching down for a moment to pick one of the flowers, idly sniffing it to enjoy its fresh scent. Somehow, the aroma soothed his worn nerves, giving him a moment of calm.

"What kind of flower is that?" Sergeant Rolas asked, plucking the blossom from his fingers and examining it.

"Dunno, I'm not a botanist."

"My father ran a flower shop when I was little, but I've never seen flowers like this before." The woman took a whiff of the flower, her eyes glazing over for a second. "Mmm, smells good though. Really good." She inhaled again, more deeply this time, the scent of the flower reminding her of more peaceful times. Playing outside as a child, hanging out with her friends after school, her first kiss, the first time her boyfriend had gone down on her. She wanted to go back to those times when everything was simpler. But she couldn't, all of them were out of reach now.

"They do smell nice, don't they?" Corporal Escarte said from beside her, the taller man smelling another of the small flowers. "Reminds me of home and my girl. She let me eat her out before we got sent here. Wanted to do that for years." Mila looked at him with lidded eyes, her thoughts spilling from her lips.

"Want to do it again?"

Twenty minutes later, Ares walked casually through the outpost, a line of Infected trailing behind him. The forget-me-nots had done their job perfectly, thoroughly distracting everyone in the area without completely incapacitating them. Ares mentally **** his trailing horde to ignore the uninfected but aroused people around them, needing them to still be able to function as a part of Hermes' blockade. They'd have their time eventually, but for now they'd remain virus free.

"Sergeant Rolas, report. Any suspicious activity on the wall?" a crackling voice came from a radio lying on the ground nearby. A Hispanic woman, her pants around her legs, reached for it.

"Nothing to report here, sir. We're all doing just fine," she said, her eyes closed as she ground her snatch against the face of the man between her muscled thighs.

"Good to hear, radio if you see any activity. We suspect the horde in the city is planning something. Keep us posted."

"Yes sir," the woman said, quickly dropping the radio to return both hands to the head of the man between her legs. "Yeah, right here. Squeeze my ass, soldier, I know you all want to. Yes, just like that. Oooohhhhh...." she trailed off with a shudder, quietly cumming from the man's ministrations. Ares smiled at the sight and continued down the empty highway, leading his pack of Infected towards fresh prey.