Author:  KrzyPaw
Title: Rabbit Fever
Part: 1 of 6
Summary: A broken mans dream wreaks havoc on the world.  MF, M+F, Mf, mf, 
Fm, group, orgy, size, creampie, voy, preg, exhib, 1st, ped, mc, 
Keywords: intro, nosex

Authors Note:

I would just like to say thank you for reading this story. I
sincerely hope you enjoy it and would love to hear from you
either way. Constructive criticism is always welcome as well.
Feel free to contact me at krzysztofp@hotdak.net

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If you have any suggestions for this or other stories I am always
interested in your feedback. Who knows, I may just edit it and
make it better because of you, don't keep your opinions to
yourself.

These stories write themselves. All I do is make the characters and they work it out as I type. Here's a little piece of my twisted mind.


Chapter one:

	It was mid June. The humid air stuck to the skin with nowhere
the moisture to go, while the heat baked the people of Salt
Springs slowly. A particular neighborhood was quiet for midday.
The morning had been filled with the pleasant sounds of young
children playing as moms dutifully watched their young push their
plastic cars around and frolic in the grass. Now the only sound
was air conditioners buzzing along with the crickets. The street
would have been idyllic, except for the Jansen house.

	The man who had died in the house had been carried away, waiting
for someone to claim him in a freezer somewhere, but the
fractured and soggy hull of his house had remained. There were
signs of extreme rot even from the outside, and many complaints
had been lodged with the city by the residents of the street.
Even with black mold creeping out around the windows on the
outside they had claimed their hands were tied for at least 6
months, as they had to give reasonable time for his family to
claim his property. The residents were furious.

	Add to that there were rumors that he was some sort of mad
scientist, and had died trying to save some evil experiment from
a flood in his basement, after the tree had hit his house. The
parents were furious that the city would let the house stay as it
was. On more than one occasion someone had claimed that the house
was infested with rats, and who knew what kind of disease they
carried.

	With the small children having nap time the normally busy street
was deserted because the  teens and tweens were huddled in the
garage of Brad Ports. A very serious meeting was taking place.

	“Ok, so who's up for it?” Brad asked the group of bewildered
teens. They ranged from 10 to 17, both boys and girls. There were
11 of them including their supposed leader. On the table in the
middle of their circle was a crow bar and a hammer.

	Brad was an average overweight 14 year old kid. He was not very
good at much, except picking on the smaller kids. Somehow he had
become the de-facto leader of the streets youth. He thought he
might have a chance with one of the older girls but they just
thought he was annoying. Really the only reason any of them put
up with his shit was because he had free run of his house most of
the time. If they got together here the other parents would never
hear what was discussed. His parents both worked long hours and
he was left to fend for himself most of the time.

	“No way, that place is haunted or something” Jimmy Rand spoke
up. He was the youngest of the bunch, having just turned 10.
Jimmy was short and thin, even for a boy. From what people could
see he was obviously waiting for puberty to come knocking but he
was actually coming along at a normal pace. His muscles were non
existent still though and he was naturally just shorter than the
rest of the boys.

	“Yeah right, like 'ratmans' ghost is going to come and lock you
all in his cages, brahahahaha” Brad cackled into the young
startled boy's face. Everyone laughed except for Tina, who had a
special hate on for Brad recently. She always thought he was a
bully and was more talk then action. They were the same age but
she knew she had way more balls than Brad ever would. Brad had
set her up to get caught at the beginning of the summer doing
something she should have known better about. Since then she
harassed him at every opportunity.

	Tina Purdue was 14, and full of piss and vinegar. She had been
raised to be tough, and even though softer features of swelling
breasts had made their appearance she had paid no mind to them.
She wore pants or shorts which hid her flared out hips, and
mostly t-shirts with a halter underneath so she could run without
her newly formed orange sized chest bouncing around. Her mom had
told her she needed a sports bra at least, but Tina wanted to
delay the whole “bra shopping” experience as long as possible.
Tina's deep red hair however, was long, and usually in a ponytail
sticking out of a baseball cap. While she was the picture of a
tomboy, her delicate facial features betrayed her. One look and
anyone who knew beauty knew she was going to be stunning, once
she shed her need to dress like a boy. The light band of freckles
across her nose and her soft smile usually melted any boy who
liked girls right in place. The only time she was ever on display
as a girl however, was at the local community pool. She had been
the object of many personal massage sessions for the boys and
even a few of the men. Her long legs, pert breasts, pale skin and
red hair was the stuff of legend at the community center,
unbeknownst to her.

	“Hey Brad, why don't you do it if its no big deal? Your sending
someone else because your going to pussy out again?” Tina spat at
him. Brad drilled his arch nemesis with his eyes. “Shut up dyke,
I couldn't make it last time. You know that.” Brad shot back.
Tina had heard it all before.  At first the name calling had
gotten to her, but she realized that Brad was just afraid of
being shown up, which she did at every opportunity now. In
reality she loved the attention she got from the rest of the
group every time she put Brad in his place. They looked up to her
and counted on her to keep Brad from being too much of a bully.
Slowly she was taking over control of their little tribe.

	She knew the day would come when she would want to be more of a
girl, but even puberty hadn't stopped her from being rough and
aggressive. Jake, Tina's younger brother by a year, was in awe of
her and followed her around like a lost puppy. She had been the
one to teach him how to catch and skin rabbits in the woods when
their family went camping, with her father watching proudly. In
Jake's eyes she was the coolest person he knew, and she even had
boobs. For him there could be no better combination. Ever since
he figured out what his penis was actually for his mind was in
overdrive. Jake was the only one of these boys to ever see her
undressed. He had spilled many ounces of sperm with that image in
mind, even though he knew it was wrong to think about his sister
that way. He did have the advantage of having a shared bathroom
and a hot sister that forgets to lock doors after all.

	Brad's parents were not home and as such did not hear the
argument that ensued over their deliberations. What had started
out as a fun covert planning operation by the group of kids
turned into Brad picking on the smaller kids, even making Sally
Fuller cry. Sally was 15 but very slight. She hadn't filled out
as much as Tina yet, and was stuck at an A cup. At 5'5” she was
not the shortest of the bunch, but she was thin and waifish. The
short blond hair, sweet innocent face and total lack of a figure
added to the illusion that she was far younger than her actual
age.

	Brad had thrown Sally the hammer and she dropped it in surprise,
to which Brad made fun of her for not being able to lift it. Only
a few of the kids were laughing when Tina picked it up and made
to use it on Brads head. It would not have been the first time
she had hit him. While he was slightly bigger than her he was
fatter and slower. As many bullies are, he was unsure what to do
when confronted. Tina was held back by Tom Lancer, who was the
oldest, but meek by comparison. Last year she had broken Brads
nose when he pushed her little brother around and he had scraped
himself. Brad never did tell his parents “which boy” had done it
to him. Tom didn't want her getting in trouble.

	Tom Lancer was 17, and served as the voice of reason for the
group. He was always cautious, and had gotten them out of many
misadventures before without getting into too much trouble. He
was by far the tallest, and probably the strongest of the group.
Tina always thought of him as an amazing friend, and he was
always cool tempered, which helped her simmer down when she got
overheated. Even though he was physically stronger than everyone,
he was always the last person to use it.

	Tom held Tina's hand back from hitting Brad over the head, and
just looked at her for a second. She struggled and Tom shook his
head at her. Brad had cowered on the floor at this point and was
shielding himself from the potential blow. The meeting was called
to an end when Tina handed the hammer to her brother, and
snatched up the crow bar.  “Come on guys, this loser thinks he's
so tough but really he's a baby. Lets go. I'll show you  how a
real man does things, Brad better take some notes or something.”
With that Tina stormed out the side door, and walked through the
yards to the Jansen house. The plan had been to get in the
window, but people would notice the ladder. Instead they made for
the back door. The porch was still intact and the only people
that could see in the back yard were at work or sneaking into it.

	Without any hesitation Tina walked up to the plywood covered
doorway. Using the pry bar she loosened the wood panel, and Jake
began to help her once it got started. It took a while, and the
rest of the group stood back a bit, waiting as the nails popped
one at a time. Brad was nowhere in sight.

	Once the panel was pried off enough to see the wood and glass
door,  Tina tried the handle. “Shit, it's locked guys, wheres the
flashlight?” A torch was passed up to her and she peered into the
abandoned house. The blackness persisted, and it seemed like the
whole house had turned black inside almost like it was fuzzy and
moving at the same time. In the back of her mind Tina had thought
just for a second it did look haunted. Just then she saw
something white move in the darkness, just for an instant. Then
it was gone. A chill ran down her spine and she wanted to turn
and run.

	Any second thoughts were crushed when Brad came around the
corner. If she gave up now he would use it against her. “Here,
Jake, Jimmy, pull this wood back.” With help Tina swung the
plywood out as far as it would go, bending the nails on its last
attached side. They would need new nails to close it up again.
Then without warning Tina smashed the glass on the old wood door,
hoping no one else heard it. Reaching in she unlocked the handle.
“Oww, something bit me!” Tina withdrew her hand and scratched,
crushing the large black mosquito and smearing the blood it had
in its stomach on her. She wiped off most of it on her shirt and
instinctively sucked the stinging wound clean. A single mosquito
crawled out of the small broken pane and flew into the air.

	“This is how it's done Brad, I see you came to take some
pointers.” She turned the handle. The door was sealed from being
closed for so long, but a little pressure and it ripped the seal
with a loud, almost wet, zipper sound. Light began streaming into
the darkness, but it still did not penetrate the deep black of
the house. It was as if the air itself was black liquid. Tina had
looked back at the small crowd to see their reactions, something
she always reveled in. She let go of the door handle as their
shocked faces contorted in every way imaginable. Even Tom, who
was always as cool as could be, looked horrified. The thud of the
hammer on the deck was the only sound apart from a thrumming
coming from the house, not even a bird chirped for half a second.


	In that split second her mind registered that something was very
wrong. The next thing she knew was her hand was grabbed by
someone and she was ripped away from her perch. The crowbar hit
the ground as it was dropped and joined the hammer. Tina didn't
even get to look inside the house. Then they were running.

	They ran, and ran. The other girls screamed, and Tina tried to
look back as she was dragged by her brother who refused to let
go. Brad was the last to make it into his own garage, and Jimmy
slammed the man door shut as he ran past the threshold. The
skinny boy didn't look like it, but he could run like the wind.
Brad was slapping at his skin, having been bitten by a few of the
nipping bugs. They were all out of breath from the sudden sprint
and it took a few minutes for them to catch it.

	“What....What happened?” Tina asked when she could talk as she
tried to pry her brothers death grip on her hand off.

	The Jansen house had been sealed shut in the winter. Say what
you will of city work crews, but they did a bang up job of
sealing the house. Most of the water had frozen again after the
flash thaw. By mid June the water had melted again and the
perfectly preserved mosquito larvae from Bills shirt had begun to
spawn in the perfectly stagnant water. At the same time, the rats
that had escaped had multiplied at an exponential rate. There had
been enough food to sustain them long enough to survive winter
and when the thaw had happened they had just made the house their
home base. In the darkness the rats and mosquitoes had fed on
each other.

	When Tina had pried the seal open on that door, a giant cloud of
mosquitoes that did indeed fill the airspace of the house had
been released. Now with direct access to the outside world, they
poured out of the house. A giant solid black cloud rolled over
itself as if possessed, looking very much like the ghost of the
dead rat man to the kids, as the cloud rose up it dispersed and
vanished.

	With their homes darkness gone, the rats also found it
compelling to take their leave of the house. Hundreds of rats
streamed out of what was once a back door to the kitchen. No one
was there to see these creatures disperse into the natural world
however. No one could even guess what had just been released.

	The work crews had been working quickly. Once the news that the
house had been breached by the local kids the city finally
lamented and sent an emergency crew in to demolish it. The bill
for which would be sent to it's previous owners family once they
were found. When the house had been inspected, this had released
more clouds of mosquitoes. In an effort to protect the workers
who complained of sever bites, hazmat suits were provided. The
water was treated with larvicide to get rid of the black hoards.
It took a full day but the house was at least knocked down, which
sent many more rats scurrying away. Next week the rubble would be
carted away and the foundation would be filled in. All that would
be left would be a muddy scorch mark on the otherwise overgrown
patch of grass. The first container to be filled with debris had
just been delivered by sundown Saturday.

	This was not the only change to be going on on the street this
week. All the kids had been grounded by their parents except for
Brad. Jake and Tina were bound to their rooms except for meals
for three days with only a supply of books to keep them company.
After the incident at the beginning of the summer they had just
made strike two.

	Aaron, their father, was a mildly conservative man. He had been
lucky that both of his children were not very much interested in
the more taboo acts that today's children were engaged in. Even
if they still did get into trouble from time to time like
'normal' kids. While many conservative fathers would be worried
about their daughter dressing and acting like a boy, he was
secretly happy because it meant that the chances of her coming
home and telling her parents she was pregnant were slim to none.
Aaron did have a hidden wild side though, however this was held
strictly in secret from the children and everyone else except his
wife Janet. Aaron was not a small man, and while he had gained
some bulk over the years he was still very much active and
healthy for his 41 years. At 5'11” he was taller than most, and
was not lacking any other way either.

	Janet was what most considered a classic beauty. Her fair
complexion had not waned over the years and even at this later
stage in life she could still turn heads if she chose to. Janet
was not stacked by any means. She had filled out over the years
evenly though, and had a body that was in just the right
proportions. Her breasts were held up by her bra, defying what
gravity had done to her 'just a C' chest. Her ass was a perfect
compliment to her upper assets, and had stayed hard because she
never stopped moving. Janet's best feature was her young looking
face, which even at her advanced age of 38 still fooled most who
did not know her into making them think she was in her early
20's. It was a compliment when she had her children with her, and
people gave her dirty looks thinking she had been a mother in her
early teens.