Walking Dead.

[KindredFlame]

Ok I have been watching re runs of The Walking Dead. Sometimes my life is that boring but it gave me an idea, not sure if it would be aloud but here goes. Sometimes my life bright spark thinks it would be a good idea to set up a glory hole wall with zombies in the holes. Is this just me being bad or is it just a really bad idea?

 

[TheGraveMistress]

Ok I have been watching re runs of The Walking Dead. Sometimes my life is that boring but it gave me an idea, not sure if it would be aloud but here goes. Sometimes my life bright spark thinks it would be a good idea to set up a glory hole wall with zombies in the holes. Is this just me being bad or is it just a really bad idea?

How about zombies that, instead of eating everyone, just want to fuck them? The minute you die, you become a raving sex maniac, looking to suck cock, eat pussy, and fuck?

 

[KindredFlame]

How about zombies that, instead of eating everyone, just want to fuck them? The minute you die, you become a raving sex maniac, looking to suck cock, eat pussy, and fuck?

Very interesting it is a base instinct.

 

[TheGraveMistress]

Very interesting it is a base instinct.

I think it could work! Seen it played out on AI sites before. I mean the zombies don't give the chicks a choice. More than one ravishing their young sexy bodies.

 

[Carnevil9]

The nice thing about zombies is that you just know they will fuck your brains out.

 

[TheGraveMistress]

The nice thing about zombies is that you just know they will fuck your brains out.

And eat them I suppose. Well not these zombies they just like to fuck. Though I'm not sure the older ones smell very good.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

I could see it.

1. It’s a botched cure. Enough scientists and resources get together so they try creating a virus which will attack and alter the virus so nobody becomes a walker. After distribution, someone dies and comes back…but they aren’t hostile. They also seem healthier and more cognizant. Their partner then goes in and they start having sex…only the newly brought back person doesn’t tire.

Then they find out the existing walkers also were effected: they no longer want to eat flesh, they just want to fuck but are just as tireless in their pursuit.

2. Non-walking dead specific. The undead in the setting have their higher needs eliminated and they focus on the more carnal ones. As long as they satisfy baser urges they can keep their minds intact a while longer, so they set up a tiered system: the most normal looking and cognizant lure people to orgies and have sex first to reup their normalcy while the people they bring in eventually wind up with the more deteriorated undead who are having to fuck constantly to remain lucid.

Of course if a living lover gets exhausted or (maybe even does good work for them), they’ll be infected and the cycle continues

 

[Anarko99]

It's an interesting idea you could explore in terms of how infectious and or risky it is for anyone to get fucked by one of the sex zombies. You'd need to work out how a sex zombie would infect a victim, rather than just any contact being enough to infect someone, you could say that the victim would need saliva or cum into their bodes... Maybe it is down to how many times this happens to the victim, you could make it 50/50 chance every time... Also what happens to them post infection...

 

[TheGraveMistress]

It's an interesting idea you could explore in terms of how infectious and or risky it is for anyone to get fucked by one of the sex zombies. You'd need to work out how a sex zombie would infect a victim, rather than just any contact being enough to infect someone, you could say that the victim would need saliva or cum into their bodes... Maybe it is down to how many times this happens to the victim, you could make it 50/50 chance every time... Also what happens to them post infection...

Oh I love this we need to have these kinds of zombie horror chats here for often.

 

[Anarko99]

Oh I love this we need to have these kinds of zombie horror chats here for often.

Sure, I am well up for that any time lol. Would you like to do collaboration on this idea? Take turns in writing between 500 and 1000 words, something like that?

 

[Anarko99]

So I got to doing something more thinking.

The sex zombies, basic description: Let's say that after infection, males and females, they become super obsessed with sex, craving it and lusting after anyone, especially the uninfected, men could have constant erections, women constantly wet. I wouldn't include cannibalism like with classic Dawn of the Dead, bit too snuffy and gore, and distracting for focusing on erotic horror I think. But, what you could do, because they are zombies, is say that they have their clothes ripped to shreds, they never wash, they become very stinky and smelly from sex and not washing, you could say that there eyes go entirely white, their hair turns white and wiry... Groups of zombies would be especially dangerous for victims as they would get continuously fucked for hours, which could result in some injury and pain, but again, got to be mindful of not getting too much into gore and not snuff. There is also the kind of sex the zombies would like, so they would like oral, vaginal and anal, all at the same time on victims, and certainly with fisting as well. They wouldn't used condoms, so infection with the zombie virus and possible pregnancy would result. You could say that sex zombies are so obsessed with sex, that they neglect to eat and eventually die from malnutrition. You could say the IQ of an infected person slowly drops down to about 50 when they turn full sex zombie. All of that I think would be enough motivation for victims to want run a mile from groups of sex zombies or kill them somehow lol.

As for victims. Couple of ideas and scenarios occur. You could have a large group of sex zombies 100 plus escape the lab... Only to come across a whole bus load full of college cheerleaders, 30 girls 20 boys, whose bus has broken down within an old abandoned town... Plenty of shenanigans could then ensue with zombies chasing girls and boys around the town, some getting caught and corned and fucked, other's managing to escape. This would be a good chapter 1 with seeing who gets out of the town uninfected and how many of the zombies don't get killed off by the cheerleaders. Some of the girls and boys do get infected, they wouldn't know straight away, some of the girls end up impregnated as well. Chapter 2 would be what happens to the survivors and infected then.

Back over to you lol.

 

[Anarko99]

This is just a rough draft of the kind of direction you could take with this idea:

Chapter One: The Town That Would Not Stay Empty

The outbreak did not begin with screaming. It began with heat.

Deep inside the lab, far from any city map worth keeping, the first signs were subtle—workers loosening collars, lingering looks that felt slightly too long, a shared hum beneath conversation that no one could quite place. When containment failed, it wasn’t alarms that followed, but a sudden collective stillness, as though something had taken a breath through them all at once.

The sex zombies came out at dusk.

They were not fast at first. They wandered, dragged, leaned into walls as if the world itself had grown unsteady. Their clothes tore from constantly fucking anything that moved and neglecting themselves. The fabric of their clothes pulled away by constant motion, by hands that no longer remembered care. They did not wash. They did not rest. The air around them grew thick with their presence, a sour-sweet stench that clung and lingered, announcing them long before they were seen.

Eyes filmed over until white swallowed iris and pupil alike. Hair lost colour and order, turning wiry, brittle, standing on end as if charged. The longer the infection worked, the more the body obeyed only one command: Sex, raw and lots of it with any victim they could find.

They wanted it with a hunger that drowned everything else. Food became an afterthought. Thought itself thinned, slipping away until only an impulse to fuck remained. By the time they reached the old road, their intelligence had eroded to something blunt and reactive, but their fixation burned bright.

A hundred of them spilled out into the open.

And that was when the bus broke down.

The cheerleaders had been singing when the engine died.

Not a proper song—something messy, half-remembered, laughter tangled in it. Thirty girls, twenty boys, all older teenagers from college, all with the same anticipations about life. Miffy had been standing in the aisle, gripping the overhead rail, shouting at Johny for stealing her sock earlier and pretending it was accidental.

The bus shuddered, lurched, and fell silent.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then the guttural growls and smells came.

Johny was the first to notice. He leaned forward, peering through the windscreen at the abandoned town ahead—boarded windows, a main street slumped under years of neglect, malls hollowed out like teeth pulled long ago.

“Does anyone else hear and smell… that?”

The driver swore softly.

Miffy pressed her face to the glass. “This place is wrong,” she said, not theatrically, but with the calm certainty that made people listen. The town seemed to press back at her gaze, streets folding inward, alleys like closed throats.

They disembarked reluctantly. Luggage was dragged out, voices lowered. Phones showed no signal. Somewhere, something scraped.

That was when the first of the sex zombies stepped into view.

Up close, they were worse.

Skin shone with cum, sweat and grime. Mouths hung open, breath coming fast and shallow, lips moving as if rehearsing a word they could no longer say. When they noticed the group, their posture changed—not a charge, not yet, but a collective lean, bodies angling forward in anticipation.

Miffy felt it like a pressure against her skin.

Johny grabbed her wrist. “Run,” he said.

The town exploded into motion.

Groups scattered, instinct overriding formation. Footsteps slapped against cracked pavement. Doors were yanked open, slammed shut. The sex zombies followed and hunted them, drawn by sound, by warmth, by the promise of sex that radiated from the uninfected like a beacon.

In the narrow streets, the danger multiplied. Alone, a single sex zombie was erratic, distracted. In groups, they became relentless. Victims who stumbled were quickly surrounded, bodies pressing in close, hands grasping, the air thick with breath and heat. Those caught were fucked for hours if no one intervened—pinned by sheer numbers, overwhelmed by sensation and exhaustion. Victims cried out in pleasure and then pain, from their bodies pushed past its limits.

Miffy saw one of the boys dragged into an alley, the white-eyed crowd closing around him. She heard his cries as his clothes were shredded from his body. Then the unmistakable grunts and moans of the sex zombies fucking their victim’s mouth an anus. She didn’t look back.

In an abandoned hotel at the edge of town, a smaller group barricaded themselves inside. Dust hung in the air, disturbed by panicked movement. Someone cried softly in a corner. Someone else laughed, sharp and brittle.

Johny paced. “We can’t stay,” he said. “They’ll find us.”

“They already have,” Miffy replied.

Outside, the hum had returned—a low, constant sound, vibrating through walls and bones alike. The sex zombies clustered below, heads tilted, listening. Their obsession was patient in its own way. They would wait. The sex zombies pillaged and ravaged the mouths, pussies and anuses of their victims indiscriminately. Being unable to satiate their lust and sexual appetite, the sex zombies would repeatedly fuck them victims until they lost consciousness. Most victims were just left in a puddle of cum and sweat.

Among the survivors, not all signs of being sexually assaulted by the sex zombies were visible. One obvious victim, a girl, sat apart, her clothes mostly ripped. Her face was streaked with tears and stale cum. The inside of her legs was still slippery with cum oozing from her pussy and anus. Her skin flushed, eyes too bright. She kept touching her arms, her neck, as if trying to scratch something beneath the surface. Another complained of heat, of a strange pull she couldn’t explain. They did not yet know they were infected. The virus worked slowly, infected the victims, inflaming sexual desire first, then destroying reason second.

By nightfall, one of the girls doubled over, gasping. “She’s infected”, someone whispered, though no one knew why the word felt right. Fear shifted shape then—from the threat outside to the uncertainty within.

Who could still be trusted?

Escape came in fragments.

A dash through the back stairwell. A distraction thrown into the street. Two boys lured part of the group away, buying seconds that felt like hours. Not everyone made it. Some were cornered and fucked numerous times. Some vanished. Some left with the infection already blooming inside them. Some of the girls had been fucked and creampied multiple times by zombies at the most fertile time of their monthly cycle.

By dawn, the town was quiet again.

The sex zombies lingered for several days, many collapsing where they stood, bodies finally giving out from neglect and malnutrition. Others wandered on, drawn by distant traces of sex and potential victims they could no longer find.

Miffy and Johny reached the road with fewer than half the original group. They did not speak of what they had seen. They did not look back.

Behind them, the abandoned town waited, no longer empty, its streets marked by the aftermath of the sex zombies sexual abandon and orgy.

And somewhere among the survivors, the infection slept lightly, dreaming of more sex, more victims—all at once—ready to wake when the time was right.

 

[KindredFlame]

Wel done sir. But you might get a telling off for posting that babe. It’s a bit long as I say to guys who boast about 9 inch cocks.

 

[Anarko99]

Lol..... Well its only a very quick rough draft preamble... By all means have a tinker with it and see if you can make it better!

 

[KindredFlame]

Lol..... Well its only a very quick rough draft preamble... By all means have a tinker with it and see if you can make it better!

I think you have a great grasp of the idea. You run with it.