Prompt of the Week - Week 100

TAGS: Perpetual Horny, Gore Magala, Infectious Horny

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It was an unfortunate medical condition, and it wasn’t her fault.

It had been decades since the last confirmed case of the Frenzy in civilised society. Through a combination of advancing medical technology and simply hygienic precautions, all of her kind had managed to integrate into society at large without worrying about the effects they would have on everyone around them. For most, it was a chance to finally live out lives they felt were denied to them by fate and chance alone; for the rest, it was little more than a quality of life adaptation to what had already been an ongoing process to live among others.

But for Ada, things were… different. Her species had been, for a rather unfortunate amount of time, pariahs within the global community; being asymptomatic carriers of a highly infectious disease that caused uncontrollable rage in others would definitely do that. While most of the Magala chose to create isolated communities or just strike out on their own, there were always those who hoped that, some day, technology would advance enough that they could interact with other folk without worry for what they would end up doing. Or causing, in their case.

That, however, had been so long ago that Ada’s parents hadn’t even been born yet. Since then, life had gone by as usual for most of the Magala, enough so that few alive even remembered the days when they couldn’t come within several miles of any other settlement. And while most of them were fine with things as they were, Ada, unfortunately, was a mutant… in the strictest definition of the term.

The Frenzy, in nearly all of its forms, manifested as an intense, uncontrollable rage in those infected by it, hence the name; while there were minor variations in incubation period, effectiveness, potency, and even how long the effects lasted, this one commonality was seen throughout all of the various sub-categories of the Frenzy, almost without exception. For, as it would turn out, it was entirely possible for it to manifest in a wholly different manner, one that made it slightly more difficult to control, and the reason for why Ada had to spend most of her life isolated from even other people.

It became part of Magala culture to learn how to deal with one’s Frenzy; even back before the times when one could just take a shot and reintegrate with society at large, it was seen as uncouth, barbaric even, to allow one’s rage to overtake anyone, and not just because of the effect it had on others. It was all too easy for one of their own to succumb to the isolation and ostracization by deliberately seeking out others to infect, the maddening loneliness enough to drive them to the brink of insanity.

While few “fell” in such a manner, it became paramount to learn how to deal with one’s Frenzy… with the caveat that a hatchling’s parents must take care of their own until the younger ones were ready to take care of themselves. For Ada, this translated into an extremely well-curated and vetted amount of people who were allowed to interact with her, carefully designed and structure study and socialisation areas, a great deal of HVAC, and a puberty wracked by a complete lack of physical affection.

Her Frenzy was… different. It wasn’t as outwardly destructive as other manifestations, but it was significantly less controllable on account of what it actually did to people; for years, even Ada herself had no clue what it did, given that her parents made damned sure that she wasn’t around anyone without the appropriate level of protection. Hence why, when the first person accidentally fell prey to it, and proceeded to go hog-wild and try to fuck the nearest person to them, it came as equal parts shock and stunned surprise.

No one, as far as Ada’s family was aware, had ever developed a version of the Frenzy that made people horny as opposed to angry… and, given what sort of effects it had on people, they had to genuinely wonder why this particular trait wasn’t as widespread as it was. Surely, given what it did to other folk, it would’ve been selected for literal aeons prior, but alas, it was instead a random mutation in a random part of Ada’s genetic sequence that resulted in her being an unfortunate disaster zone when it came to libidos.

Thankfully, by the time that she came of age, the Magala had literal years of experience to draw from when it came to keeping her Frenzy under control. Most of it boiled down to altering the environment around her and reducing how much contact she had with people; the young woman was, at least, grateful for the fact that most of her life was online, and the first job she found allowed her to work from home. It was occasionally hard for her to look out the window and see a world when she wasn’t allowed to interact with, but the notion that one day a cure for her Frenzy would be found kept her going.

That, and after being brought up used to that sort of isolation, it was surprisingly simple to just live out her life one day at a time, never quite dwelling on what she was actually doing, instead simply doing it, in a form of zen-like continuum. She wasn’t just winging it, but stopping to think about her life as opposed to just living it would do her, and everyone else around her, absolutely no good.

Besides, it was a public service; the last time she decided to break out and head for drinks with some friends, the end result was a trashed nightclub and enough embarrassment to last for a lifetime… all while she remained entirely untouched, which was arguably the worst part about the whole night. Ada might not like the way her brain thought, but the thinking was there and she couldn’t ignore it; and, as later on she’d find out, neither could her physiology.

A Magala’s Frenzy affecting the very Magala it was spread by was, to put it lightly, considered absurdity. It was spread to others as quickly as the common cold, yes, but the actual carrier was immune to its effects, allowing them to function perfectly normally even when they were a walking rage plague dispenser. For Ada, this was the one thing keeping her going with some semblance of hope: that at least she wouldn’t be rendered inoperable as her own arousal was spiked beyond belief.

And for years, she earnestly believed this to be the truth. She had no reason to think otherwise: after nearly two decades of living with herself, it made sense to assume that, if the Frenzy hadn’t turned on her yet, then it wouldn’t turn on her now, as that would be utterly ridiculous. Hence why, absent any reason to be concerned, Ada decided to modify the scrubbing system at her apartment, allowing her to walk freely from one room to the next without having to rely on plastic airlocks.

Ultimately, it wouldn’t be that much of a change, only increasing the overall density of the Frenzy by a few parts per million; were it any other contaminant, it would still be well within safety limits, if even noticeable at all… but for her, it was the difference between being able to function normally, and waking up every morning feeling like she needed a cock to split her in half just to keep herself from falling apart.

It was an interesting thought to have, especially for someone who’d never had any issues with being so needy that she woke up… considerably less dry than she used to, to put it in wholesome terms. An entire night’s sleep with the new ventilation system had left her absolutely not like she used to be, but rather so steeped in her own horny juices that Ada genuinely thought she was going to do something stupid just to take care of it; thankfully, she’d forgotten to charge her phone the previous night, so no calling anyone to “come over”, in a tone and moaning intensity that made it obvious what was actually being asked.

Instead, what Ada had was an intense need to be fucked, and absolutely no way to fix it, so much so that she could barely walk when getting up from bed to turn up the fans to maximum; she had at least remembered to keep that as a backup, in case a full system wipe was necessary, and while it would end up causing her electrical bill to skyrocket for that month, it was better for her to just take the hit and avoid complications than deal with… that.

She ended up in the corner of her living room, drenched in sweat, staring at the middle distance, both hands deliberately kept as far away from her legs as possible. She knew, that the moment those things came close enough, then she wouldn’t be able to control herself; even if the ambient atmosphere was rapidly scrubbed of the Frenzy contaminant, her body was still infected by it, and, as it turned out, she was just as susceptible to the effects as everyone else: she just needed a bigger dose.

Ada didn’t know whether to cackle, or to call home to her mother and demand an explanation as to why she was never informed of this. Better judgement prevailed, all-but forcing her to take a third option and instead go find something to entertain herself with until the effects of the Frenzy wore off; they might be potent, but they were temporary… assuming she could keep herself from doing anything permanent to herself within the following four or so hours.

With no one there to keep her company but the endless droning of the ventilation system, Ada figured it best if she threw some more noise onto it, just to keep her brain from tuning it out and leaving her with nothing; a perfect opportunity to impulse buy a video game and play something else while it downloaded, trying not to think too much about the money thrown down the drain. Anything would do; she just needed a distraction.

Which, as it turned out, wasn’t nearly as easy as she assumed it to be. Ada did try to focus on keeping herself alive and not shouting too much at people she assumed were playing sub-optimally, but she couldn’t quite shake away the horny; attempts were made, but whenever there was the smallest dull moment, it crept back in through the many backdoors it had opened, leaving her progressively weaker and weaker to its attempts at fully infiltrating her decision-making process.

Ada would occasionally find herself thinking about things she really shouldn’t: about people she’d love to call her so she could find out what they looked like under their clothes, about how far she could stretch before it became painful, about how far she could make others stretch before it became painful to them. She found herself thinking these thoughts, and for the most part, did make an honest attempt at not doing so; it just so happened that she failed utterly, the Frenzy already coursing through her veins in its fully manifested form, leaving her hot, bothered, and in immediate need for something less than family-friendly.

Every minute that passed left her increasingly vulnerable, until she was outright sweating so much that her clothes were left drenched… at least until she took them off, no longer seeing a use for a bunch of wet, sodden cloth. Much freer, much more liberating to just have nothing on, especially when it gave her access to every other part of herself with nothing in the way; honestly, it just made her want to put the controller down and handle her own needs in a more direct manner.

And… why not? There was no reason not to do just that; her Frenzy wasn’t fatal, just ultimately crippling (and for only a limited amount of time as well), so while under its effects, there was no proper justification for her to not at least try to handle herself. Besides, if she did, then she wouldn’t be left there to stew in her own libido and wonder about how great it would be if she could just share her gift with everyone she met.

It was quite thankful that the ventilation system was designed to keep the rest of the building from being contaminated. It was also quite thankful that it was built such that the particles responsible for the Frenzy itself were filtered out and rerouted into a storage canister… most of the time. Thanks to the remodeling necessary to remove the airlocks, the emergency scrubbing had to be rerouted into the main ventilation system to then, hopefully, have the contaminants disperse into the air outdoors.

The keyword being “hopefully”. Perhaps, for most other Magala, this would’ve been the case: not only were they vaccinated to ensure their Frenzy was reduced in intensity, but the general populace was inoculated against the “dandruff” as well. Once again, the keyword being “most”, as most Magala didn’t carry a plague of horny wherever they went; when it came down to Ada, no modern system was designed to handle what she produced, and no matter how rarefied it was, the injection was Frenzy particulates coming from her apartment was destined to infect someone.

Not that Ada particularly cared about whether or not there was a whole group of tourists outside her house, wanting to take a shortcut through a conveniently-placed alleyway; she was too concerned with making sure her hands were where they were supposed to be: right between her legs, which by then had been stretched out and used to get her back on her feet. She didn’t quite know why she was walking out of her living room, but it felt right, so it had to be; otherwise, her body wouldn’t be doing it on its own, now would it?

Fully immersed in the Frenzy bath, there was no doubt in Ada’s mind that she wasn’t thinking straight and shouldn’t be doing anything at all; similarly, there was no doubt in her mind that she had to open her front door and go do something to the first person she saw that welcomed it, because if she didn’t, she was going to explode. There was no more concern for the consequences of it; the only thing keeping her from cracking open the door was the simple fact that it was made out of reinforced steel and kept locked with a keycode.

A keycode that she decided upon, so that wasn’t much of an issue. Still made it something of a bother when the young Magala had to wipe off some of her own arousal onto herself a few times before her fingers were dry enough; by the time she swung the door out, her inner thighs were so soaked she felt like it had gone through her scales!

The sight of Ada’s front door actually opening for once was enough to draw the attention of everyone in the building lobby; having been warned that the emergency ventilation system had been activated, standard practice was to gather by the entrance and await further instruction from the building’s safety inspector, who was, at least in theory, supposed to be called whenever Ada’s vents weren’t working properly.

In reality, the inspector was likely out for breakfast and couldn’t be bothered with a call as seemingly irrelevant as that one. So what if the Magala turned on the emergency scrubbing? The system was designed to handle the stress, so he could afford to bite into his cheese sandwich like he had all the time in the world to do so. He couldn’t possibly have known that Ada, now freed from her controlled environment, had nothing stopping her from just walking up to the crowd, arms stretched to each side, ready to welcome them with a smile. He couldn't have known that this crowd, lacking any protection against the young Magala’s version of the Frenzy, would fall prey to it almost instantly.

Though he could’ve possibly known that these effects would go exponential very quickly, at least until their potency wore off after a certain radius.

There were no warning systems put in place for any Frenzy outbreak, not for at least a good half a century; it would be like issuing a pandemic warning for a particularly nasty bout of chicken pox in a random town, not to mention the possibility of it being so rare that it just wasn’t worth the time and money to put any precautions in place. Cold equations prevailed, and thus, there was nothing there to stop Ada and her Frenzy from spreading from the entry lobby of her apartment block to the street outside of it, then onto the other side, then further and further as the Magala walked out and shouted for anyone who wanted to come and get her.

That time, she would get what she wanted. No more was Ada doomed to be the harbinger of horny while incapable of reaping the benefits from it; now she had a whole entourage of eager lovers who were more than happy to throw themselves at her, especially after she actually put some effort into strutting her stuff in front of them. She wasn’t picky either: women, men, anyone in between and without, if they wanted to join her and the growing pile, she wasn’t going to say no.

The one requirement was gusto. Gusto and energy, couldn’t afford to have someone just give up halfway through; the more she was pounded, the more her Frenzy developed, and the more her Frenzy developed, the more people she called over to the disaster zone. Soon enough, the city would be engulfed, but that was a problem for future Ada.

For now, she just wanted to cut loose.