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Virus
by Molossus
Spike woke, replete from his night with Illyria, and stretched indolently. He had plenty of kinks to stretch out after all the kinks they'd got up to during the evening.
He stared thoughtfully at the light blue shading and the darker blue splotches sprinkled along his arms.
"IL-LYR-RIA!"
His bellow rattled the windows and shook the foundation.
Illyria's eyes sharpened with interest as she scanned his body armor, an uncanny replica of her own. "My Oh'hanZuit has reproduced."
"You're what has what?"
"My Oh'hanZuit-my personal virus has reproduced."
"So I've got like the blue flu?"
"Yes, your Oh'hanZuit suit."