Since this isn't the end of our story, they'll have to stop eventually

Joslynn

It was quite late when Joslynn finally let Deborah rest. The sun was long down and the moon and stars danced in the cool night. There was still no sign of Aaron and Lauren, or anyone else for that matter. She was still hopelessly horny, but Deborah was beyond spent. Her dick throbbed for something to fuck and her pussy ached to be filled, but there seemed little hope of either tonight.

The house was huge, and she easily distracted herself by wandering around looking at the rooms. She lingered briefly in each room, each one reflected a bit of the person who used it. She lingered the longest in Aaron's, staring at the larger-than-king-sized bed and reliving her time in that bed with her fiancé. The tender, but oh so vanilla sex that they'd reveled in before seemed a lifetime ago. It had felt so exciting and intimate, but now it did little more than feel like a warm up for the real deal. Her imagination quickly shifted to him filling her with a cock like no other, driving her wild with his skill and their new bodies.

With a shake of her head she broke herself out of that train of thought. 'All I'm doing is making myself hornier.'

Her eyes adjusted to the deepness of the night as she stepped out onto the second story balcony, darkness was no longer a problem for her. The cool night air kissed her naked skin, while the soft moonlight teased soft shadows through the towering trees. The night was silently, eerily so. The whole forest hung on the edge of a single breath, just waiting for the dam to break and the impending doom to crash down. With a giggle Joslynn realized that 'she' was that impending doom.

Eyes closed, she breathed in the cool night air, tasting the world around her. Somewhere out there was Aaron and maybe Lauren. She still wasn't sure how to tell them that she was infected, or how to get them to agree to a threesome. 'If only I had Sarah's way with people,' she thought wistfully, not for the first time.

Her thoughts were broken by the choppy clipping of a helicopter's blades slicing through the air, shattering the stillness of the night. She was barely aware of her clothes growing back into a baggy pair of sweat pants and an oversized sweatshirt, she was too busy watching the spotlight sweep over the house and the open area around it. 'This can't be good,' she groaned.

Deborah was already stirring in the bedroom when Joslynn arrived. "What's going on?"

"Not sure," Joslynn answered quickly, "But they can't know what we are. I don't have time to walk you through changing your form, so I'm going to do it for you. Sorry about this, once they're gone you can change back, get dressed too. Something you would have worn before being infected."

Joslynn hurried out of the room before Deborah could say anything. She willed her form back toward something more natural, allowing her curves to shrink away, and letting some of her imperfections reappear in her face. It wasn't perfect, but only someone who knew her well would notice.

The chopping sound rose to a roar as the helicopter landed outside, then subsided as the blades spun down to a relatively gentle idle. Joslynn could sense them out there, at least 5 humans and no infected.

"Come on," Deborah rushed past her, "We'll go break out the hunting rifles. They won't do much, but better armed than not."

Joslynn let her lead on, it didn't matter that the rifles were probably less dangerous than they were themselves, in human eyes two people with rifles were a lot more dangerous than two women alone in the woods., and whoever was in that helicopter was human.

They both stepped out the door to see four men in some kind of armored suits jump down from the helicopter, the suits shined with white paint, with a sort of cage across the front and some writing so badly stylized she couldn't read it beneath, all in bloody red. Each of them was carrying a rather strange looking rifle, they were white, and looked more plastic than metal.

She glanced at Deborah, and attempted to mirror the same unimpressed attitude, even allowing herself to lounge against the house like her mother-in-law-to-be.

"We're here to evacuate survivors," the leader, a man, announced. His voice was slightly distorted by the speaker in the front of the suit.

'Are the suits biohazard sealed?' Joslynn wondered.

"We're fine here," Deborah said flatly.

"We're going to evacuate you to a safe location," he informed them.

"We're plenty safe here, and we're not going," Deborah replied flatly.

He turned to Joslynn. "I'm staying too," she added quickly.

"Look, the Infected will get here eventually, and I we won't be able to come save you."

Deborah looked around, "You see any infected out here?"

The man hesitated. "We'll be back by to check on you again," the leader said finally, before turning for the helicopter.

"I'd prefer if you didn't," Deborah said. "You're scaring off the game, and attracting the infected. We'll be fine out here."

He stopped, and turned back to them, "It's just the two of you?"

"It's none of your damn business how many of us there are."

"When you end up in trouble call for help on the radio," he said at last, "We might be able to come help. Or at least destroy your infected corpse. '**** before infection.'"

"'**** before infection,'" the others echoed.

Deborah nodded, "We'll keep that in mind."

Joslynn watched the four men get back in the helicopter and fly away, she could feel their steely gazes as they flew away.

"Do you know those guys?" Deborah asked.

"No," Joslynn frowned, "but I doubt we've seen the last of them."

Deborah's body quickly shifted back to its tasty, MILF-y form. "I'm going to go get some more sleep, you?"

Joslynn shook her head, "No."

"See you in the morning. I'll take your rifle." Joslynn handed it to Deborah and watched the woman head back in the door before her own body shifted back to its curvy form, and her clothes reverted to her jeans and combat boots.

She looked back toward the Hole, and Sarah, but should couldn't reach nearly that far telepathically. Sighing, she walked down toward the lake that sat a few hundred yards downhill from the house. The path wound down the steep slope in cutting switches, and despite the relatively short distance, took a while to walk, giving her plenty of time to think.

The soldiers bothered her, and it wasn't just how pushy they were, or the veiled threats, or cult-like mantra. Their armor was meant to protect them against infection, nothing else made sense. 'And those rifles… Sarah's quick and easy conquest of the world is already looking more difficult.'

The lake was peaceful now that the helicopter was gone, the quiet lapping of the water at the shore helped sooth Joslynn's nerves and clear her mind. She sat on the shore and watched the gentle motion of the water for a while, before standing up and starting to walk around the shore of the lake. It was much too big of a lake for her to walk all the way around, so she'd have to turn back at some point.

After a while she felt a strange stirring in her loins and a tugging at her mind. 'Plant a seed here?' She thought, realizing the seeds in her womb were communicating with her.

Squatting down, her clothes simply pulled away from her crotch. She felt the first wave of contractions rip through her, bringing with them the heights of orgasmic pleasure. The contractions built, stronger and stronger, the pleasure building as the seed moved down her uterus. As it finally crested, a massive orgasm ripped across her body, pushing the seed out with an unceremonious 'plop'. It lay in the soft silt of the shore for a second, before two tendrils emerged, and the seed burrowed into the ground.

She lay there for a while after the seed had burrowed into the ground and disappeared just listening to the water.