[R18+][FICTION] Sexual Zombies

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I was recently given a challenge by my girlfriend. We were goofing about, talking about a lot of things, and playing with ideas. We got to talking about erotic stories, then for some reason, it veered towards zombies (we were talking about Jonathan Coulton's song Re:Your Brains). My girlfriend then laughed and dared me to write zombie porn.

Now, given the weirdness factor involved, I'm going to include it in mature stories, just in case.

I promise grossness and disgusting things to come... if you are easily offended by graphic depictions of decaying corpses engaged in sexual activities, please, avoid this thread at all costs!

As for the rest of you all, enjoy it, you sickos

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When the change first takes someone over, when they are first bitten and the curse, disease, or whatever you want to call it, starts turning them, several transformations occur in the body. Most of these involve necrotic flesh, muscle capacity increase, rotting in the extremities and a transformation of the dietary cycle. In order to survive, the zombies must generally consume live human flesh; the irony is, of course, that once a zombie bites into someone, then that person turns into a zombie themselves, so unless the zombie and his mates gorge themselves immediately, they create another zombie to feed.

The transformation is standard for most zombies. But in Jorge Cavo's case, things went somewhat in a different vein. Jorge had never been one to believe in zombies, so you can imagine his shock when he was first taken over and turned into one. Now, to be honest, at the time, Jorge had other things going for him so the shock was kind of spread over some time.

Her name was Abby Grace, and she was in the same year as him in college. They'd heard of course, on the radio, of the pandemic hitting New Mexico and the turmoil that had occured in Santa Fe, but they lived way out of the town and thought that they were safe. Jorge had been hitting on Abby for all year, and she had finally agreed to date him. Jorge wasn't the best looking chap but he did have a nice set of wheels, so he could take Abby places.

That night, Jorge had felt Abby particularly intense. They'd never actually had intercourse, so when she started fooling around with him in the backseat of his car, well, he didn't really resist. They played with her, she kept biting him in the neck, gently at first, then with a little more force, not enough to draw blood mind you. Eventually, she unbuckled his pants and started playing with the lower portion of his anatomy. Jorge, not one not to not take advantage of a situation, let her carry on. She played with it for a while, then she gobbled him up. Jorge was in heaven.

Now, a lot of booze had been passed around and Jorge was pretty far gone. He didn't mind at first the nibbling on his manhood, but then the teeth got a little more agressive. He tried to tell her to tone it down, but the stimulation was too intense, even besides the pain, so he allowed her to continue a while. All of a sudden, the pain shot up into his member and he pulled away. There was blood, as she bitten into the skin. He cursed at her and asked what she was doing.

What most people don't know is that you can be transformed by animals, who are carriers. They don't themselves manifest the same symptoms, and when an animal bites you, the transformation takes a while to occur. Abby Grace had a siamese cat who had been in Santa Fe with her parents over the weekend. Her cat had scratched her good, drawn blood. Abby had felt tense all day but had not been able to get her mind around what was happening. Now, her mind was going, the lust for flesh was getting intense.

She jumped on Jorge, and tried to claw at him. He grabbed her hands and held her at bay, all the while wondering what was going on through her mind. Through his haze, he could sense she was not responding properly, but could not fathom why. He mistook her agression for foreplay and decided to take advantage of it. He twisted her around. She had already removed her underwear, playing with herself while eating him out - trying to do it literally now.

Jorge felt dizzy as he placed himself to mount her. He let a few dirty comments go but his speech was slurred. He slid into her, oddly hard despite the blood loss and started pumping good. He had been waiting for this for several months now, and through his alcoholic daze had misconstrued the entire event. He trained a lot, so he was initially stronger than her, which allowed him to keep her at bay. However, as he repeatly rammed into her, the transformation took over. The blood in his member congealed and stuck there.

Transformation, as I said earlier, is normally standard. But the combination of events which had led to Jorge's transformation, the sexual stimulation, infection through the penis, and the act of intercourse ongoing as the metamorphosis took place, all of these created an anomaly.

Abby actually seemed to stop fighting as he pounded her, and she joined in his action, stimulated by the changes in Jorge's metabolism. The grinding action became mostly automatic, as the minds of those involved fled and the zombie instincts took over. Jorge fucked Abby to completion, providing her with an unnatural orgasm which shivered through her now decaying flesh. The pounding tore bone and muscle. Jorge, however, was unable to achieve satisfaction, no longer having any fluids to excrete. He simply paused and pulled out. Abby collapsed from the broken bones.

Jorge could not realize it at that time, but something horrible had happened. A new breed of zombie had been born. A zombie that did not feast solely on flesh. A zombie that fucked its victims, both living and dead.

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Somewhere in the back of Jorge's zombie conscience, something was propelling him forward. An inner need, something no other zombie before him had ever experienced.

Jorge had left his car in the middle of nowhere, leaving the decaying body of his former girlfriend crushed after what would be their first and last sexual encounter. He was now advancing into the countryside, naked from the waist down, his swollen flesh slowing his pace down. He was a strange sight, a half naked man, his unnaturally large member fully erect, walking across the dry land. He was not aware of his movements, as he was a zombie after all, but they dragged him onward, inexorably, towards civilization.

By that time, the plague had hit the suburbs of Santa Fe pretty bad and things were not looking good for the survivors. The roads were silent and only the wind kept Jorge company.

At some point, his unnatural perception veered him in another direction. In the distance, a gas station stood unattended.

As he neared it, its now deceased inhabitants came into view. Their own unnatural perception had told them of Jorge's arrival. There were only two zombies left standing in the gas station, the rest having been debrained by these two. Jorge made his way slowly into the area, while the other zombies, sensing no living being, reacted only as autonomic responses. The two zombies were male and female. The male one was the attendant, still dressed in his grey slacks, his throat ripped open, blood covering his entire suit. His skin was greyer than his female counterpart, who had been the clerk before her unfortunate demise and transformation. She was wearing a torn black skirt, her white blouse was stained red and black from the blood and slime. Her left arm stood limply to her side. These zombies were content to wait for the next sign of life - but Jorge was not.

At the sight of these two creatures, an instinct, something unique to him, triggered. His member, already large thanks to the transformation, stiffened even more. His body released chemicals in the air and these chemicals reacted to the decaying bodies of the two other zombies. Slowly, the female zombie turned her head towards Jorge, drawn to him by the chemical reaction in his system. Even the male zombie started to react, although the effect seemed to take longer.

The female zombie moved near Jorge and its empty eyes looked at the swollen shaft aimed at her. The zombie fell to her knees, in a loud crack of bone, and immediately swallowed the shaft, wrapping its decaying lips around it, sucking greedily on it, trying to bite it off. The unnatural strength of Jorge's manhood made it impossible for the female zombie to actually bite into it, and therefore she kept sucking and sucking. The other male neared the scene; its decaying lump of flesh between its legs rose to attention, stimulated by the chemical reaction. It reached down on the female zombie, lifting her behind up in the air. The torn cloth and panties were no match for the newfound strength of that zombie's member, and he easily tore into the female zombie's dried up hole, pounding like it could never have had it been alive.

As it sucked on Jorge's manhood, the female zombie's jaw suddenly broke apart and fell to the ground. Around the same time, the male zombie's member cracked off, in its dried up state, and although the zombie kept swaying about for a moment, nothing was happening anymore. Eventually, the male zombie also collapsed when its hips gave away.

Jorge pulled away, again unable to get satisfaction from the sexual acts with the undead. His frustration made him kick the female zombie in what was left of her face. She fell backwards on top of her former employer, broken and torn. The two stirred from their position on the ground but neither could stand up.

Reluctantly, yet still pulled by that unnatural instinct, Jorge left them to their fate and resumed his trek across the desert.

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Donnie and Jessica were running for their lives.

A few hours ago, their lives had been completely altered. They had been playing tennis at the local court when they had heard a scream coming from the parking lot. Donnie, a brazen young lad with a hero complex to spare, had raced to the scene. Jessica had followed on his heels, if only not to be left alone.

There, in the parking, was a woman struggling against a crazy man, who was obviously trying to bite into her. Donnie had raced over and punched the man squarely in the jaw, sending him flying backwards in a loud crack. There was little blood spatter, but the noise was unsettling, as if the entire jawbone had collapsed under the strength of Donnie's fist. As Donnie turned to help the woman, he realized that she was already bleeding. He barely turned his back on the other man that he jumped up and tackled Donnie, trying to claw him.

Donnie, much faster, managed to spin the man around and slam him into the woman's vehicle. There was another loud crack as the window broke apart in tiny fragments, still held together by the plastic wrap. Donnie was mindful that the man should not get up again, but he did. For the first time, Donnie saw its face and screamed. The jaw was broken in multiple places, shards of glass embedded in the pale skin. One eye was leaking fluid along the cheek. Barely holding back his terror, Donnie kicked the zombie into the chest before grabbing the woman's arm and pulling her away.

"What the hell is that?"

The zombie was attempting to ready itself. The woman was holding Donnie back.

"Come on, lady, this ain't no time to trail back..."

As he looked at the woman, he noticed her skin was becoming whiter, her eyes redder, and her gait seemed to slouch. He released her and pulled away, unsetlled and scared. Jessica had, of course, witnessed everything and stared in horror. Donnie screamed to her.

"Get in the car! Now"

Her body obeyed the order, as Donnie backed up towards the vehicle, keeping an eye on the broken up male zombie as well as the newly transformed female zombie, which started to lunge forwards towards him. He was much faster than both of them, so he made it to the car and ordered Jessica to drive. She put the vehicle in gear and quickly sped away.

A few hours later, Donnie and Jessica were still on the run and out-of-their-minds. They had seen their former friends and family turned into the undead, and now the panic had subsided to be replaced by unspeakable torment. Only Donnie's indomitable will kept them running. Jessica would have abandoned some time before without his presence. They had lost their vehicle but had managed to make their way out of town and into the woods, where they felt safer because there was no one around. They had crept up to a cabin and made sure there was no one around before hiding inside.

Night had fallen upon them, and with it, their terror returned. They lay huddled near the fireplace, but they dared not put a fire on, for fear of being spotted. Sounds of the nearby woods instilled in their hearts fears unmentionable. Jessica had collapsed from exhaustion and had managed to get a few hours of sleep in; Donnie had been awake the whole time, his hero complex preventing him from resting.

All of a sudden, there was a loud thump just outside. Donnie readied himself. He had secured all of the cabin's cutlery. Jessica, who was still sleeping, did not react at the sound. Donnie rose and got up, a firebrand in his hand. He listened to the quiet; the thump was heard again, possibly from the left side of the house. Donnie waited a moment, and heard the thump a third time. He knew there was someone there. Courageously, he made his way across the house, weapon in hand.

Suddenly, in the window, he saw a face...

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Donnie screamed - his voice woke Jessica, who screamed in turn, for no apparent reason other than her own anxieties. A scream came back from beyond the window, as the face disappeared into the darkness.

For a moment, Donnie stood motionless, his weapon in hand. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Who's there! Identify yourself."

A muffled voice came over from beyond the walls.

"I said identify yourself!
"I'm unarmed... I'm normal... I'm alive!"

The voice sounded male, very young. Despite that fact, Donnie was staring blankly at the window. Jessica, dressed only in a long shirt, crawled across the floor to Donnie.

"Who... who is it?
"What's your name? Get in front of the window!"

Donnie was shouting orders as best as he could, given his state of panic. The face slowly came into view.

"My name's Dave. Please don't kill me."

A boy. Possibly sixteen or less.

"Move to the door. Are you alone?
"Yes..."

The fear in the boy's voice was rampant. Donnie carefully moved towards the door and unlocked it.

"You can enter, but keep your hands visible."

The boy pushed the door to the cabin open and entered slowly. As he came in, Donnie noticed he was trembling. The boy's shirt was torn and dirty, he seemed wet all over and his gaze spoke of sheer terror.

"Oh dear God!"

Donnie put down his weapon and went over to the young boy.

"Dave?
"Yeah...
"I'm Donnie... this here's Jessica. Come on, let's get you out of those clothes..."

Donnie dragged Dave towards the fireplace.

"Did you see anyone else out there... trailing you?
"No.
"Did you encounter any... creatures, in the woods?
"No. Not in the woods.
"Where?
"Across the lake... I was camping there with my folks and...
"It's all right, boy. Just lie there."

He set him beside the fire and started to remove his clothes.

"Did you swim across the lake?
"Yeah... I knew about the cabin... the old Thompsons, they live here once in a while...
"Okay, okay. rest easy now."

Donnie stripped the boy naked and put a blanket around him. He turned to Jessica.

"I need to go out there.
"What? You can't...
"I have to... make sure he wasn't followed. If he was, we'll have to move. I want you to examine him...
"Examine him? Why?
"You remember the lady at the court... one of those things had bitten her, and she became like them. I want you to check him for wounds... be careful. I don't think he was bitten... but you never know.
"But... don't leave me Donnie...
"I'll be just a shout away."

He handed her the fire iron.

"If you need it, use it."

She stared at him for a moment, and he kissed her on the cheek. He then hurriedly went for the door and closed it behind her. Jessica remained alone with the young boy, Dave, in the cabin, unsure of how to proceed. The fear that had subsided with the sleep was slowly creeping up to the surface. Her hand tightened around the fire iron. She had a job to do.

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Jessica carefully made her way back towards the young boy. He was shivering less now, getting some heat from the fire. She set the firebrand near her and looked at the boy. He seemed lost, confused and out of focus. She was still scared but she knew Donnie was near; she knew she had a weapon handy. More importantly, she saw the boy was no immediate threat.

"Hi... My name's Jessie."

The boy - Dave - looked up and tried to smile at her.

"I need to see if you're all right. I need to inspect you... for wounds. Can I do that?"

The boy stared into oblivion for a moment.

"Okay."

He could not have been more than sixteen.

"Your name's Dave?
"Yeah... friends call me Davey."

Jessica faked a smile to reassure him.

"Can you stand?"

Dave complied. She helped him up, lowering the sheet covering up to expose his upper torso and back. Using the firelight, she started to inspect him.

"Did you get into any fight with... anyone? Getting here?
"No. I jumped into the water... they... didn't follow.
"Good. Lift your left arm."

Dave held onto the sheet with his right arm and lifted the left arm. There were minor bumps, sratches, what you expect from a person who's been running in the dark through the woods. No obvious bite or claw marks. That was good.

Jessica pulled on the sheet to expose his bottom half, but Dave resisted.

"I need to inspect down there as well..."

For some reason, Dave refused. She figured it out. She smiled.

"Have you ever been naked in front of a woman before?
"N... no."

She pulled back. She was still wearing only a long shirt, so her legs were exposed. She unbuttoned the shirt, revealing her naked form to the young boy. He stared intently and the sheet dropped to the ground. He was trying to hide his stimulation, but now he was completely open to it. She decided to remain naked while she continued his inspection.

"That way, we're on the same side."

As she looked for wounds on his body, she could not help but stare at his erect shaft. It made her incredibly horny, and she did not really understand why. Besides, Donnie could be back any minute now. But her nerves were shot, she needed something to ease her stress. This young piece of man flesh might just do the trick. After she was satisfied he did not have any bites or claw marks, she giggled a moment.

"Maybe you should inspect me... to be safe?"

Dave could not believe it. He had only seen naked women over the internet. There was a real woman, so incredibly hot, asking him to inspect her body.

"You can touch..."

He started from the ground up, letting his hands glide over her legs and thighs. When they neared her mound, she shivered.

"Do you want to kiss it?"

Dave buried his head in between her legs. Jessica let out a gentle moan. It had been almost a week since she and Donnie had been intimate together. This young stud, this new boy, he was a gift from heaven. She would enjoy it, and damn the consequences. Donnie was running around the woods, probably getting himself killed, leaving her alone with a young boy near his prime. She was going to make it worth their while. And damned be Donnie!