Rescue

Disclaimer - this chapter will contain pets, but will NOT contain ****.

Awash with his forgotten memories, Peter briefly reminisces on his old life - strangely enough, he doesn't seem to miss any part of it. The virus has seen to it that his current life will be completely fulfilling for him.

However, even as he blissfully returns to the throes of the masses before him, he can't help but feel that something is missing. Something in his life that was more important to him than anything else.

"Oh, fuck!" He bolts upright, panic seeping into him. "Who has been feeding my dogs!?"

The virus within him stirs, and he can immediately tell that it wants to drag his attention away. It wants him to keep fucking, and ignore the life forms that can't be infected.

A beautiful woman crawls over and takes his cock into his mouth. It takes all his willpower to focus on what he has to do.

He searches within his mind, and finds the echo of the virus. He doesn't know how, but he knows that it's intelligent - it watches him with an incalculable presence, something that, even when infected with the virus, he can't comprehend.

He closes his eyes and struggles to block out all external stimuli. He imagines his dogs - and not just his dogs, but the pets that have been abandoned by everyone infected by the virus. He pours all the love and pure affection he can into his thoughts, and forces them onto the virus - he forces the virus to look at them, to see what has been left behind, and what has been lost - and what will happen to them if nothing is done.

Everyone in the room halts. Even orgasms are stifled - the sudden silence of the orgy is harrowing. Peter immediately knows what he has to do.

With a wordless command, the participants of the orgy disperse, leaving the building in various directions, each of them set on achieving the same goal as himself.

Following an unknown instinct, Peter rushes to what was once his home. He passes thousands of people fucking with wanton abandon in the streets, and is tempted to join in. He feels the virus within him welling up, as if asking him if they can join. Somehow, he has the knowledge that fucking them would convert them to his followers.

"Later," he mutters to himself. The viral presence within him seems to grumble with disappointment. "When I finish with mine, we can do the same for the rest."

When he finally reaches his house, his heart skips a beat. A window is smashed, and the house appears vacant - whoever was still home was clearly infected, and left to join the rest of the horde.

He makes his way into the house, and finds signs of...well, he wouldn't call it a struggle. The couch is askew, and the television has been knocked over, but everything is coated with a fine layer of cum. He feels himself grow hard at the sight - maybe it was one of his family members, bent over the couch and fucked into little more than a mewling whore.

He feels his cock grow hard at the thought. He'd never considered ****, and yet, somehow, the thought of his sister or mother being fucked hard by an infected person fills him with heat. His hands roam over his still-naked body, and he begins to wonder if there's a wet pussy he could sheathe himself in outside.

He turns to leave, but a sudden sound drags his attention back where it belongs. His heart pounds in his chest - he recognizes that sound.

"Oh my God," he breathes to himself, rushing towards the basement. The sound comes again - the smaller, more timid of his two dogs, crying. She's right on the other side of the door. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can hear his other dog whine briefly, as well.

He pulls the door open, and quickly steps into the darkness of the stairs, immediately shutting the door behind him so the dogs can't run out and possibly escape. He immediately falls to his knees, and his dogs begin vying for his attention, begging and scratching for him to pet and hug them, which he does gladly.

Tears well up in his eyes, and he kisses them both on the top of their heads, their entire bodies wiggling with delight at the return of their human. "Oh, my good babies, I'm so sorry, I'm home now, it's okay," he whispers to them, petting and cuddling them.

"What have you been eating, girls?" He notices that a light seems to be on downstairs. He makes his way down, and finds two giant mountains of dogfood - whoever was here must've poured all their food out and left it for them.

His knees become weak, and he sits down on the futon. They jump up and immediately begin to nuzzle him, their tails going absolutely wild. He giggles at their attention, feeling like himself before this virus started.

He's snapped back to reality, however, as his dogs start fervently licking his face. He's used to it, they usually would greet him like this - a tongue would go in his ear, up his nostril, and if he wasn't careful, hey may even get a mouthful of slobber. While he would usually push them off, he lets them lick.

Until he remembers that he's infected with a virus. A virus that makes all his bodily fluids contagious. And despite his face being clean of cum, he is still covered in sweat, and some saliva - and it most definitely contains the virus.

"Fuck!" He stands up, looking between his two dogs. They sit down patiently on the futon, and stare at him with nothing but pure, wholesome love in their eyes.

"Are...are you infected?" He doesn't know why he asks, it's not like they can answer. And besides - he can already feel it. They're definitely infected - somehow, the viral strain he carries has mutated enough to infect dogs.

"Please no," he mutters to himself. He waits for the changes, but...they never come. Instead, they remain exactly the same - completely unchanged, and full of nothing but the purity that only a pet can have.

Except one thing definitely is different. One very important thing, and he can feel it deep within him.

Their life is now tied to his. They will age at the same rate as him. They will only die when he dies. Essentially, they have become his familiars.

"Oh thank God," he mutters to himself. "I was afraid you girls were going to turn into busty anthro bitches!"

They both cock their heads at him. They seem confused, and Peter suddenly becomes aware of a sensation in the back of his mind.

He can feel a connection to them, deeper than he felt with the other Infected. Across that connection, he can feel their base impulses and desires, in chunks of a few words at a time.

Walkies?

Peter closes his eyes with a grin. Of course that's the first thing they would want. They really haven't changed at all.

"Okay girls, let's go for a walk - and get the hell away from this stench." They get very excited at the mention of a walk, and he swiftly brings them upstairs, away from the urine and feces that have built up in the basement.

I wish they would get their leashes, Peter thinks to himself. His dogs seem to perk up, and run to the door and retrieve their leashes. He stares at them, amazed - it seems as though the connection works both ways, and they have become amazingly obedient.

Peter lifts the leashes, frowning in thought. If they're so obedient, and they have this kind of connection...