Chapter 3: the Last Night

Mixed Point of View

Leon sat on the edge of the bed, listening to Kristy breathing softly as she laid next to him. The dark, dark blue of night enveloped everything, but his mind refused to sleep. All things considered, he couldn’t even believe that Kristy could sleep. 

The news had been a bust. It just reported the same thing that it had been reporting for the past year: more cities overcome with Pokérus, people surviving in the streets, people turning, every scientist in the country working on a cure. They never found a cure though. It was infuriating.

Kristy turned over in her sleep, or what Leon had assumed was sleep. In actuality, she was awake. “What are you thinking?” She asked, causing Leon to jump a mile. 

“God Kristy. Don’t scare me like that.” He said, trying to get his breathing under control. They were quiet for awhile.

“You know…” Kristy said nervously. “This… this might be out last night together before I… before I turn.” Holding back her tears, she sat up and threw the blankets off. “Neither of us know what will happen when I do. I want to spend this time with you while I can.”

Leon climbed back in bed with her, kissing her in the dark. “What are you thinking?”

“Well…” She shivered, knowing what she wanted but not quite knowing how to ask. In the end she decided to just go for it. “We’ve never had sex. I just… I kind of want to. Just me and you.” She said awkwardly. She berated herself for acting like an idiot.

“Not that I don’t want to,” Leon replied, “but I don’t want you getting pregnant and transforming. What would happen to our baby?” he asked, pulling her into a comforting hug

“Don’t worry.” She blushed. “I’m safe right now. I’ve been paying attention for months, just in case.”

“Well in that case…” He kissed her forehead softly. “… I graciously accept your offer, my queen.” 

“Oh, stop messing around, this is serious.” She hit him lightly. They changed in front of each other all the time, but the only sex partner Kristy had ever had was a dildo.

He kissed her again lightly. “I love you more than anything else.” He said, putting his hands at the hem of her shirt.

“And I love you more than that.” Kristy replied, raising her arms as he removed her shirt. Her pajama pants soon followed along with his shirt. “Wait.” She said, stopping him from another kiss.

“What?” He whined.

“Turn on the lights. I want to see.”

He leaned over and turned on the tiny bedside lamp. When he looked back he inhaled sharply as he saw the corruption on Kristy’s beautiful body. Her right arm was completely over taken by the virus and had spread to her right cheek, neck and was quickly overtaking her right breast, turning it all white. Her left arm was taken up to the elbow. Even her legs were taken up to the knees. “It’s growing fast.” He said. “I can see it spreading.” Ever so slowly the virus made its way across her skin. He had to watch for a couple of seconds to notice, but it was definitely moving.

“Yeah.” Kristy said, forlorn. “It’s growing slowly, but the more it takes the faster it goes. What do you think I’m becoming?”

“I don’t want to think about it.” Leon replied, removing his pants and throwing them onto the growing pile on the floor. “I only want to think about us tonight.” He kissed her again, reaching around and unclasping the bra and removing it from her. One of her nipples was cherry pink while the other was grassy green from Pokérus. 

“It’s alright if you don’t want to continue.” Kristy said reluctantly after seeing his disappointed reaction.

In response he licked her green nipple, earning a gasp of surprise from her. “I love you too much to be bothered by some stupid Pokérus.” He moved down her body, kissing her as he went until he reached her panties. She lifted her butt up in the air and he dragged them off slowly, revealing those beautiful pink folds that made his already hard member throb so bad it almost hurt. He kissed it softly, taking in her smell and making her giggle. She plopped her butt back down on the bed and let him remove her panties from her legs.

“Now your boxers.” She giggled.

Leon complied, revealing his completely average penis. There was nothing special about it or the man it was attached to. There was nothing special about her. Yet out of all people life could have t-bagged, it had to be them. He kissed her again before positioning his penis at her entrance.

“Do it.” She said lustfully, wanting him so badly.

Leon pushed himself inside of her, groaning out loud as he did. An intense pleasure washed over them. Leon had known about the toys that Kristy had. It was never really a secret, but they never really spoke about it either, which was what made it all the more surprising to him when she exclaimed: “So much better than a dildo!”

Leon began humping his girlfriend, unable to take the standstill any longer. She let out a breath, feeling his dick rub her insides. She was going to go insane if she didn’t do something, say something. She let out a moan, shaking her hips a bit uncontrollably. Leon followed suit and soon the both of them came, her pussy spasming around his dick while he pumped his seed into her. 

Breathing hard she looked in his eyes and gave him a deep kiss. “Again.”

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Bathing in the afterglow of sex, Leon hugged his naked girlfriend. In the half hour that their love making had taken, Kristy’s blue eyes had turned blood red and her brown hair was completely green. Her right cheek was completely white and so was her left arm and legs. 

Every being that went through the transformation the virus caused gradually changed faster and faster until they reached where the major stage of transformation took over. This final stage was supposed to be excruciatingly painful, causing the afflicted to become violent and even exercise new abilities that the transformation gave them.

That final stage of transformation wasn’t far for Kristy and they both knew it. Kristy, while looking cool on the outside, boiled on the inside in anticipation for what might happen to her. What would she be? How much would it hurt? Would she still be herself? And of course: Would he still love her?

She wanted more moments to enjoy their lovemaking, but she knew that she was already on borrowed minutes.

“ Leon, maybe you should get out of here. Maybe… maybe you should grab your knife ju-just in case.” She said, trying to hold back tears and maintain her cool façade.

“I’ll stay with you.”

“No.” She insisted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re more important to me than anything else in this world. That stupid dog transformed in the back seat without-”

“That’s not the point.” Kristy interrupted, unable to hold back her tears. “Bad things have happened before and I don’t want that happening to you. I-I don’t want you to see me. Not when it happens. Not as it happens.” She sobbed into him, burying her face into his shoulder.

A long silence fell over them, covering them like a blanket. “I’ll go.” He said softly. “I’ll be right downstairs. If there is anything you want or need or…”

“I love you more than anything else.” She said, covering her face with her hands.

“And I love you more than that.” He replied, wondering if he’d ever get to say that again to her.

He went downstairs and sat stiffly on the couch, Dagon the Poochyena quickly bounded up to him and jumped on the couch. He threw him off, almost ready to skin the poor thing. 

Leon tried to keep himself up all night, wanting to be there for his girlfriend when it happened, but among the stressed out thoughts he had been pondering, he somehow slipped into unconsciousness. He dreamt of better days; back when the world wasn’t going to hell and he was living with a beautiful girl who wasn’t going to turn into some monster. He never had a care in the world that didn’t revolve around making up with her after a big fight or whether or not he was ready to buy her a ring. Those seemed petty now.

He couldn’t even remember when they first met. They had been in the same class since third grade. She had been the dorky kid with braces and a book fetish, and he had been the straight-A, basketball-playing kid. The only interaction that they really had in elementary and early middle school was when the honor role pictures were taken to be put in the paper.

By eighth grade, he was in with the popular crowd and she was in with the artsy crowd. The first real interaction that they had was when he sat behind her in class and could perfectly spy on her while she was doodling. She loved to doodle, he remembered.

He was awoken as the first of a series of screams rang out from up the stairs.