Something else is drawing his attention

Ares watched the family rut against each other for another minute before casting his mind across the neighborhood, taking stock of the rapidly increasing number of sex creatures. The virus had indeed done his job for him, creating a multitude of slime and cat people, both men and women taking those forms. Fewer in number were the giants and harpies, but there were enough that Ares doubted he'd be left wanting for their numbers. There were also plenty of the typical, outrageously well endowed members of the horde, their desires not lessened by their lack of monstrous changes.

Only sensing a few uninfected minds left nearby, Ares began corralling the wanton horde towards where Hermes was stationed. His goal remained to storm the encampment and eliminate the threat the mysterious company posed to him. As he directed his massively increased horde, he mentally stumbled upon two fascinating discoveries. First, a girl, completely normal and uninfected, was watching him from a nearby hedge. She wasn't hiding, wasn't panicking, wasn't fleeing, just watching him with dedicated focus. She was so singularly attuned to her task that he was barely able to get anything off of her, only that her name was Heather.

His second discovery was of a very familiar mind creeping up behind the young woman.

Ares strode over to the hedge the young woman was hiding behind just in time to see his original catgirl, Vivian, pounce. Incredibly, Heather didn't scream. In fact, she barely made a sound as she struggled with the limber feline wrestling her.

"That's enough, Vivian, don't infect her," Ares said, stepping through the shrubbery. The sneaky woman had picked a good place to hide, the small area shielded from all but the most watchful of eyes, something that nearly all of the Infected lacked. From here, a person could keep an eye on the entire street without being seen themselves. It also meant that Heather had no quick escape routes, leaving her trapped in her hiding spot with the two powerful Infected.

"Master!" Vivian gasped, immediately jumping off of Heather and rushing over to the king of the virus. She rubbed her heavy bosom against him and his powerful dick, purring as she licked precum from the drooling tip. "Oh, master, I missed you and your fat fuckstick. Are you here to fuck your little kitty cat? Or maybe I can have some of your cum to share with my new friend? She's scared now, but I know she'll come around."

"S-stay back, freaks," Heather said, aiming a small handgun at the two naked Infected, the steadiness of her hands indicating she knew what she was doing, despite the nervousness in her voice. "You're j-just like Papa said. I'm not letting you mutants get me." Ares watched the young brunette with curiosity as she continued the stand off between them, everything she did piquing his interest more and more.

"You shouldn't call people you just met freaks. It's bad manners," Ares said offhandedly, not making any move towards her as he looked her over. She didn't have any stand out features: she was short, maybe 5'5, very early twenties, brown hair pulled back into a practical ponytail reaching to her shoulder blades, with long bangs that framed her face. Her breasts were maybe c-cup, not particularly perky, hidden well behind a white t-shirt. A purple skirt hung off her hips, her one good feature, the fabric falling down to the middle of her thighs. All in all, she was nothing special, but then those were always the ones that ended up as something interesting.

"St-top that," Heather said shakily, still pointing the gun at Ares and Vivian, who was kneeling at her king's feet and languidly licking his dick.

"Stop what?" Ares asked lightly, looking intently into her green eyes.

"Leering at me," she said, readjusting her grip on her gun. Ares didn't fear it, not in the slightest, but still didn't want her to fire it. Gunshots brought unwanted attention.

"How about a deal then? It sounds like your Papa is a prepared man. All you have to do is tell me about what he has set up and I'll let you go." Heather said nothing, her emerald eyes staring at him with fear and apprehension. "Unless you want to end up like her," Ares said, pointing across the street to where a redhead was getting thoroughly dicked from behind by a brutish, muscled hunk, her eyes closed and mouth open with the joy of cumming and joining the horde.

Heather watched as the man behind the redhead moaned with bliss and shot his load into the woman, immediately throwing her into an orgasm of her own as her body went from average to astonishing, her tits in particular jumping up at least four sizes. A tiny hint of desire bled into her mind before she banished it.

"I'm not telling you anything, monster," Heather said resolutely, her firm look confirming that he wouldn't get anything out of her. Of course, with the growing power of the virus, he didn't have to.

"Well, worth a shot. I respect your nerve, girl. Not everyone would be so steady in front of the one responsible for this outbreak. As a reward, I'll spare you. You're free to go. But I'd find a good hiding spot or a fast car. Those are about the only things that will keep you safe at this point." Ares pushed a slurping Vivian off of his dick, exposing the full length of the slick shaft to the cool night air and drawing Heather's eye to it. "Say goodbye, Vivian. We have a company to crush."

"Bye, cutie. If you ever want to have a good time, come find me. I'll give you a licking you won't forget," the energetic catgirl said, rushing up to Heather and planting a quick kiss on her cheek before chasing after a retreating Ares, the duo leaving the confused girl behind.

"I'm surprised you didn't infect her yourself, Master," Vivian said to her lord once she caught up to him. "Thanks for letting me do it though."

"She was your prey, I thought you could do the honors," Ares said, getting back to directing the Infected.

"Only a kiss though? Why didn't you let me have more fun with her?" the purple cat woman whined, licking her lips.

"If you had done what you wanted to her, she would have been little more than a drooling cumslave. I have more important work for her to be doing," the king said, thinking back to what he had learned from the brunette.

Though she hadn't told him anything verbally about what her father had set up, her mind had been completely unprotected. All it had taken was a little prompt and he had been able to learn everything she knew about her father's defenses in an instant. The man, whoever he was, was a verified doomsday prepper. If what Heather knew was accurate, he had found a loophole in city legislation that had allowed him to construct an actual bunker in a lot adjacent to his house; an expansive underground structure that was equipped to host two dozen people for an extended period of time. He had dove into it at the first real sign of danger, dragging his family and some of his neighbors into the construct with him.

"It's a shame he didn't wait longer to send his daughter to check things out," Ares mused, picking up speed towards where his horde was gathering for their ****. "If it wasn't for her, he'd probably have been able to make it out of this unscathed."