Lykan Invasion 2: The Incursion
#2 of Lykan Invasion
**Lykan Invasion 2: The Incursion
Captain Samuel Maxton**
"Contact was lost with Home a week ago. Initial reconnaissance and satellite imagery suggest that it isn't a systems malfunction. They have shut down communications from their end.
"Your job, Captain Maxton, is to lead your team into that base and retrieve the L.T.S."
Captain Samuel 'Wild Dog' Maxton's sky-blue eyes filled with worry. He hated acronyms. Hated them even more when his superiors used them. It told him the guys upstairs wanted them to know about something but not entirely what it was. At his age of twenty-nine, he was one of the youngest soldiers in the United States Marine Corp to have his own team and to be promoted to captain. It was mostly due to his ability to think coolly under any situation, to fight off panic despite hopeless odds and to always get the mission done with his team intact.
His team of five men including himself.
"The L.T.S., sir?"
"It's a cure of sorts that was being produced inside Home. A weapon against anthrax. We had hoped that with its release, it could render everyone in the US completely immune
That was pretty big.
No wonder the military wanted to keep Home a secret.
Sam shifted through the files on his lap as the Blackhawk helicopter transporting them into the middle of the Utah desert began its descent. There was a map of the facility, a dossier of the thirty-three personnel designated to the facility and a background on the armaments within the facility. Nothing heavy. Mostly just assault rifles, handguns, grenades and one or two RPGs. Not even any vehicles.
"You're going in hot, Wild Dog. Expect trouble."
"You think they're working for the Taliban, sir?
"
"I don't know what to think, Sam. Just get in, get L.T.S. and get out."
"You'll have it by the end of the day, sir."
"Good luck, Sam. Control out."
The radio went dead as Sam packed up the notes on his lap and pulled his favourite assault rifle to his chest, the one with a little yellow ribbon tied to the gun barrel. Along with that, he picked up the machete from beside his seat and slipped it into the holster on his hip. Glancing into the belly of the helicopter, he saw four other grim faces from different walks of life but all would die for him.
Not America.
Not even the goddamn president.
Him.
The Feral Fangs.
****
Corporal Jesse Rockwell
Home looked like something cut out of an 80's B-Movie. Placed smack dab in the middle of a desert, looking like a concrete bunker and with nothing more to indicate it was anything special apart from the fact there was a hidden airfield right behind it. Enormous, iron doors that could withstand nuclear blasts barred their only way into the facility.
"You know," Corporal Jesse 'Jumper' Rockwell said as he tore open the card reader on the side of the doors. "I heard that this is actually Area 51 and that this is where the aliens landed!"
Jesse was a big conspiracy-buff. Working with Captain Maxton had him exposed to a whole lot of stuff that only fuelled his mind. Bioweapons, human genome engineering and even an abandoned cloning facility deep in Russian lands. All of those he had seen in his short twenty-four years of living. None of them he was ever allowed to speak of naturally but he was just as happy to be exposed to them than to expose to them.
He was hoping, one day, he'd get to meet a real live alien.
"Don't be stupid," Sergeant Alex Shepherd growled. "Area 51 is in Nevada. They have signs there."
The big, burly sergeant had been Jesse's bully since the first day he joined the Fangs but, at the same time, had become his close guardian as well. Jesse heard somewhere that Shepherd had lost his son in some accident and didn't hear about it until he got back to US soil. Shepherd had been sort of like a father to Jesse and the latter guessed that was in part because Jesse as the youngest of the Fangs.
"That's what they want you to think."
"Can the chatter, ladies," Captain Maxton said. "I want to get in there and out before Control starts eating my ear off again."
"Yes, sir!" they snapped in unison.
Jesse quickly hacked into the system and managed to bring a satisfying bing from the doors. Slowly, the massive, iron gates slid open revealing nothing an elevator large enough to be able to transport several trucks from the underground base to the surface. However...
"Good god..." Father Derrick 'Preacher' Ross said.
Father Ross was technically not military. Hell, he probably wasn't even a real 'father' with the number of times he swore. However, when the Fangs were just a four-man team and on their first mission into South Africa to destroy a bioweapons facility, the 43 year old American missionary with short, cropped grey hair and a thick, bushy beard had been in the same village the bioweapons were being tested on. He hosted a one-man crusade against a large army of rebels seeking to use the bioweapons with only his dual handguns.
From the point the bioweapons factory went up in flames, Ross had been part of the Ferals whether the higher-ups liked it or not.
The elevator was splattered with blood. There were no bodies but a slick, red tinge was lathered all over the metal walls. Several hand prints were visible and it looked like more than a few of the victims were dragged away.
"No time to get squeamish," Maxton said, stepping onto the elevator. "Jumper."
Jesse saluted. "Yes, sir."
He wired the small control panel on his arm which was attached to a bracer to connect with the same frequency as the elevator. That meant he could call the elevator up or down at a moment's notice. He transferred the same commands to the same control panel on Captain Maxton's arm.
The Personal Electronic Assistants were pretty much arm-mounted PDAs. They were highly experimental and only the top units in the marines were given them.
The Feral Fangs were one such unit.
Jesse jumped into the elevator and hit the 'down' button on the touch screen of his PED. The elevator doors shuddered, plunging them into darkness and shuddering as it slowly lowered them down into Home.
"Let's rock and roll," Maxton said.
****
Lieutenant Rowan Briggs
'Horror film' instantly came into mind as the elevator's doors swung open. The metallic hallways of Home were draped in darkness except for a few flickering lights and a select number of sparks here and there. It was stupid to put on their Night Vision goggles. Not when the light was so inconsistent.
Lieutenant Rowan 'Renegade' Briggs glanced down at Maxton.
"You ready for this, chief?" he asked.
"Are we ever?" Maxton replied with a faint smile back at the copper skinned Native American.
While Briggs towered over Maxton's on five foot eleven, he had utter respect for the Captain. They had started out in basic training together, deployed on tours of duty together and fought side by side from day one. When Briggs was offered his own unit, he refused, saying he preferred to stay with his current unit under the command of Captain Samuel Maxton.
He was the Fangs' second in command but there was hardly ever any reason for him to exercise that right. Maxton was just that good.
"Stick together people," Maxton said, lifting his assault rifle with the yellow ribbon. "Let's find that cure and get the hell out of here."
They progressed in their typical formation through the facility. Maxton at point flanked by Briggs and Father Ross. Jumper and Shepherd brought up the rear.
Everywhere there looked, there were signs of struggle.
What caught Brigg's attention the most, however, were the presence of so many claw marks...
From memory, the facility was quite big. Even if it was just designed to house thirty-three people, it had a large, underground hanger as well. There were a total of five levels with the first level being the atrium level along with the hanger, the second were the living quarters, the third was for recreation, the four was a containment level and the fifth was the research level.
They had to get down to level 5.
The hallway soon opened into a large, metallic chamber. Several potted plants were strewn about the floor as well as bloodstains and, from the looks of it, bullet holes as well. There was a barricade formed around the central elevator... a barricade designed to keep something from coming out...
"Looks like they didn't want something escaping..." Shepherd murmured, his dark eyes narrowing. "Doesn't look like they succeeded either."
"May the Almighty have mercy on the souls that have been lost here," Father Ross whispered. His sharp, green eyes turned to Maxton. "We must hurry, Captain. I don't want to find out what it was that they were trying to contain."
"I'm with you there, Father," Maxton answered. "Jumper, get that elevator up."
Jesse saluted and hurried to the elevator, hitting the call button. It wasn't responsive so he used his PED to run a diagnostic.
"A security protocol has been activated. A lot of the facility has been shut down. Many of the passages are blocked off as well. Want me to lift it, sir?"
"Do we need them to get down into the labs?"
"Definitely sir. This elevator won't run otherwise."
"Then do it."
Jumper went to work.
Briggs felt something was amiss and glanced over his shoulder. He wasn't sure... but that creepy feeling of being watched made the back of his neck crawl. His eyes went up to the security cameras. They appeared inactive but he couldn't help but wonder if they really were...
Click-click!
A loud whirring sound filled the atrium as the majority of the lights flickered back on. Several were just broke, leaving patches of darkness in certain areas. The elevator let out a soft 'bing' as it rose to their level.
The doors swung open.
"Mother of Mercy!" Father Ross cried.
The body of a male scientist lay against the far end of the elevator.
Maxton winced. "Come on..."
They entered the elevator and headed down to the fifth level, trying to ignore the body that was just sitting there beside them. Again, Briggs got that 'someone's watching' feeling and kept his eye on the body. There was just something odd about it...
Ding!
Fifth level.
Briggs was first out of the elevator, covering the Captain.
The labs were far more sterilised than the rest of the base. There weren't any signs of battle down here and as they walked down the pure, white hallways, they peered into several small laboratories through thick, bullet-proof glass. Unlike the rest of the facility, everything inside the labs was perfectly untouched.
That was creepy.
A large, steel door barred their path further into the labs.
"I thought you said to unlocked all the doors, Jumper," Maxton said.
Jesse began tapping away at his PED. "This one bulkhead is on a separate grid... It didn't show up before... It looks like it was manually closed and disconnected from the system."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning we have to find where they cut the wires or we're not getting through."
Maxton sighed. Briggs knew that sigh.
The Captain hated splitting up the team.
"Alright," Maxton said. "Shepherd, you take Jumper and find that wire. Everyone else, let's see what we can get from these labs."
****
Sergeant Alex Shepherd
Jumper was such a kid.
If Shepherd didn't know any better, life was just a big video game to him and he was the gun-toting protagonist rushing head-long into battle without a care in the world. Ironic that he was the team's engineering expert and had genius-level intellect. Shepherd kept telling the kid to drop out of the marines and pursue a career in medicine or something.
Jumper wouldn't have any of it.
He was just such a kid.
Shepherd guarded him diligently as they circled the small block of laboratories, looking for that wire.
"When's your next leave, Shep?" Jumper asked.
"Two weeks."
"Where you going to spend it?"
"Probably at the base. I got nowhere else anyway."
"Huh... Wanna hit the Trekkie Convention with me?"
Shepherd's eyebrows raised. He hated anything to do with science fiction. Believed it stole attention away from what was truly important.
But...
"Sure. Why not?"
"Great! Hey! I found the wire!"
Shepherd shook his head like he was marvelling at the energy of his own son. In a way, he did see Jesse as his son. He had bullied the young Corporal when they first begun, making fun of his naiveté and bookishness... not to mention his comic book collection. He was the one that gave Jesse the nickname 'Jumper' for the Corporal's tendency to jump to conclusions. However, as he grew to work with Jesse... well...
He sighed ran his eyes around the area to check for any possible hostiles.
Just labs, labs, labs and empty elevator.
Nothing really -
He froze.
"Jumper..."
"Yeah, Shep?"
"Wasn't there a body in that elevator we used to come in?"
Jumper sat up and looked straight down at the hallway into the elevator.
No body.
"Umm..."
Wham!
Both of them jumped and flicked up their weapons.
The same man who they had seen in the elevator leaned against the wall just a few metres away from them, one hand wrapped around his arm.
"Uhhh..."
"Oh shit... It's a zombie!" Jumper exclaimed. "It's Resident Evil, man! Shoot it before it infects us!"
"Don't be an idiot," Shepherd snapped, pushing down the Corporal's assault rifle. "He was just unconscious." He lowered his own gun and headed over to the injured man. "Hey, are you alright? Do you need any help?"
He placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
Lightning fast, the man lunged towards him, wrapping his arms around Shepherd's neck and planting his lips right across the big Sergeant's. A slick, wet tongue invaded Shepherd's throat and he gagged at the taste of saliva being forced down into his gun.
He shoved the man aside, slamming him into the wall.
The man snarled at him, feral yellow eyes glaring straight at Shepherd.
Right before his eyes, he saw the man's form twist and bubble. The man's face elongated, bones snapping into new positions and thick, dark fur sprouting from all over his body. With a titanic roar, the man tore at his own lab coat, ribbing the cloth right off his rapidly expanding chest.
"What the f-"
The man suddenly surged forward, slamming Shepherd hard against the glass window of the nearby lab. He heard the glass crack behind him and stars flash before his eyes. He gasped as his rifle dropped from his fingers and the air whooshed past his ears.
"Shepherd!" Jumper cried.
Shepherd suddenly found himself being dragged across the hard, metal floor at phenomenal speeds.
Thwack! Thwack!
He heard the man roar and temporarily drop him. Shepherd scrambled to get his bearings -
...only to have the man seize his ankles.
He clawed at the ground, trying to scramble for any sort of hand hold as he was dragged across the slippery floor. The world suddenly tipped upside down as he was flung into the air. Daring a glance over his shoulder, he saw his legs disappear up into an air vent.
"Aw crap!"
"Shepherd!"
****
Father Derrick Ross
"Shepherd!"
Ross exchanged glances with Maxton and Briggs. They spun and bolted straight back to the source of the voice, to a distraught Jumper. The young Corporal was weeping openly beneath an open air vent.
"Jumper!" Maxton demanded. "What happened!?"
"It was that guy!" Jumper exclaimed. "They guy that we came down the elevator with!"
"There was no guy."
"The body! That dead fucking body! It's a zombie! He got Shepherd!"
Maxton looked at Ross who nodded gravely. He stepped over to the Corporal, resting a consoling hand on the young man's shoulder.
"Listen to me, son," he said softly. "Shepherd is strong. He's not going to go down that easily. The Almighty God gave him the resilience and tenacity of a wolf. He is still alive. However, to rescue him, you need to calm down and tell us where he went."
Jumper nodded shakily and pointed into the air vent. There were only two directions the vent led. Both eventually met again down the hall beyond that sealed door.
"Open the door, Jumper," Maxton ordered. "We're getting Shepherd."
Shakily, Jumper got to his feet and began work again on those cut wires.
Ross wasn't sure what good his promise was. Maybe the young Corporal had merely imagined the assault... or he was severely traumatised by whatever had occurred. Zombies was the last thing a man of the Faith like Ross believed in. He wasn't entirely sure what had occurred - only Jumper knew that. However, he was sure that Jumper was broken without Shepherd.
He had seen it before. Shepherd would get shot or injured and Jumper would just lose it and panic. If he hadn't known better, he could've mistaken the two for father and son.
"There," Jumper announced, rising to his feet. "It's all set." He tapped his PED and the door at the far end of the hall swung open.
Whipping up their assault rifles, the remaining team charged forward into the previously unexplored section of the labs. The lights had yet to flicker on in that section, leaving them near-total darkness. Ross stayed near the rear, near Corporal Rockwell. Whenever Shepherd was in anyway harmed or in danger, Jumper was prone to rash actions.
If he wasn't watched, there was no telling what would happened.
"AAAAAAAH!"
Everyone went rigid at the horrifying scream that echoed down the hallway.
"Shepherd...?" Jumper whispered softly. "Shepherd!"
Ross lashed out with his free hand, grabbing Jumper's shoulder before he could surge past Maxton and Briggs.
"Stay calm, Corporal," he urged. "We will find Shepherd. God is by our side."
"Can't you hear him?" Jumper whimpered, trying to pull away. "He's in pain!"
Another scream this one was accompanied by a horrifying roar.
"It's the zombies! The zombies have Shepherd!"
Whack!
"Get a hold of yourself, boy!" Ross snapped, pulling his hand back. "There is no such thing as zombies!"
Jumper shook his head. "You didn't see what I saw, man... That guy came back from the dead! And you know the guy that says that is always the first to go..."
Ross shook his head helplessly and regarded Maxton and Briggs, both were looking worriedly at Jumper. This always happened. They were used to it. Usually Shepherd would come out with another scar from the encounter and Jumper would just get more and more attached.
"We better find Shepherd fast," Maxton grunted. "Jumper, if you want, you can take the lead."
Corporal Rockwell didn't reply and merely bolted down the hallway, the rest of the team hot on his tail with their guns primes.
"JEEEEEESSSSE! AH - AAAAAH!"
Ross wondered why Shepherd would be crying out for Jesse of all people. His mind instantly flicked to the idea of a trap. Shepherd was tough. A real soldier. He would gladly take one for the team and did so more often than not. He would never endanger any of them.
"Jumper -"
WHAM!
A heavy, steel bulkhead slammed right in front of them, barring them from Jumper.
"Damn it," Maxton snarled, he checked his PED. The Captain's PED had vital signs for all his team members with the exception of Ross since he didn't wear a PED. Ross noted that the vitals for Shepherd were highly elevated. "Jumper, stay where you are!"
"I can't, Wild Dog!" Jumper replied from the other side of the wall. "Not until I find him!"
"They're separating us," Ross observed, tucking away his assault rifle and pulling out the two nickel-plated handguns hanging from his hips. "They know we work better as a team and they are separating us to weaken us. We must find Corporal Rockwell and Sergeant Shepherd before the rest of us are cut off."
Maxton checked his PED once more. "Okay... It seems that there's a way around this barrier. We better hurry before Jumper gets into any more trouble."
Ross brought up the rear as Maxton and Briggs took point. The handguns he held were sanctified in the Vatican itself, blessed by the Pope even. They originally didn't belong to him. Another man held them but when he died in South Africa, he had bestowed them upon Ross to carry on his crusade to defend mankind from mortal evils.
From the day that the Feral Fangs came to his rescue, he realised that in order to fulfil his friend's dying wish, he had to follow the Fangs to the ends of the earth. They weren't just some grunts who went to where their masters pointed and started firing.
They had a conscience.
Ross recognised that and followed them, knowing the good they could do.
Something dripped onto his shoulder and he glanced at it. It was some white fluid. Probably some refuse from the air condition. He glanced upwards and spluttered as some of it dripped out from a ventilation shaft above him and slipped into his moustache. A faint, musky aroma filled his nostrils and he brushed it away.
"You okay there, Preacher?" Briggs asked.
"As long as the Lord is my guide, I shall never falter."
"Right..."
A strange thought hit his mind.
The musk... the thickness of the fluid...
... it reminded him of semen.
****
Corporal Jesse Rockwell
Shepherd was the only thing he could think of.
Jesse knew it was stupid that he panicked and felt like a little kid whenever he wasn't with the big Sergeant but that was just how he was. He felt safe, protected and strong whenever Shepherd was around. Realistically, it was what made them such a good duo. Shepherd would protect him while Jesse would work on the machinery and get the technical stuff done. Maxton was an excellent leader, Briggs was just as tough as Shepherd and a killer marksman while Father Ross kept team morale up.
But when they were separated...
"Shepherd..." he whimpered. "Where are you...?"
Jesse entered what appeared to be a storage room full of metal boxes. Keeping his assault rifle up, he scanned the area, using the flashlight mounted beneath the weapon's muzzle to illuminate the shadows.
Nothing.
Except...
Jesse lowered his weapon slightly and charged into the storage room.
A big boot sat at the very centre of the room. It looked like the majority of it had been torn to shreds. As he looked up from the boot, she saw shreds of army fatigues lying everywhere in a trail leading into a small corner barred by a few boxes. Fear hit him hard... fear and loss. He didn't want to see what was at the end of that trail...
... But he had to.
It was Shepherd...
He slowly stalked towards the corner, pressing his back against the boxes. He took a deep breath and vowed, no matter what, he wouldn't cry.
"Okay..."
Jesse spun around the corner, his gun up.
...
Nothing.
The trail ended abruptly.
He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or frightened.
Jesse stepped up, examining the large pile of torn clothes there. There was an odd odour in the air... kind of like sweat and a distinctly musky-salty smell that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was familiar... and yet so alien at the same time.
Thud!
His eyes widened.
He shouldn't known better.
All those horror movies, all those thrillers he had watched and he should've known not to wander into a dead end where a trail led him!
Jesse flung around -
And felt strong arms wrap around his waist and wet, foreign lips wrap around his own, a long, flat tongue pushing itself into his throat and exploring every inch of his mouth. For a second, he was just overcome with the sensation of having someone else kiss him - he was still a virgin - and the thick, muscular body covered in coarse fur pressing against him. Then his brain caught up and he pushed away.
Those arms held him in place.
A massive creature that looked like a German Shepherd on two legs grinned down at him, showing sharp, white fangs.
"You kiss good, Jumper."
Jesse blinked... then he saw the dog tags... A pair of silver rectangles resting between the clefts of two, massive, mountainous pecs. Slowly... with shaking hands, he grasped the shiny, metal tags and twisted them so that he could see the name engraved into their surface.
Alex Shepherd.
"Wha...?"
The creature leaned forward again, nuzzling his neck and Jesse felt his entire body go limp... except for one part of him. His cock suddenly became painfully erect and a soft moan escaped his lips. He wasn't sure what was happening but his vision was starting to blur as a warm, overwhelming sensation of pleasure flooded from his groin and spread all over his body.
The cold floor met his back gently as the canine creature lowered them both to the ground and slowly began peeling off his pants.
All he could think of was how that big dog's dick would fit in his ass...
"I... I don't..."
"Ssssh..." the creature whispered, licking his lips tentatively. "It'll be okay, Jumper... You trust me, don't you?"
"You... You're Shepherd... aren't you...?"
Jesse felt the creature's lips lock with his and images slowly began to fill his mind... Images of scrambling for escape while being dragged through an air vent... Being dropped into this very same storage room while a massive, canine creature tore at his clothes and shoved a hot, throbbing alien cock down his throat. A feeling of belonging filled him... like he was being welcome into a family...
... no... it was the family...
The Pack.
Slowly, Shepherd pulled away, smiling and rubbing Jesse's throbbing manhood with a warm, padded paw.
"Come on, pup. Let me welcome you to the Pack."
****
Father Derrick Ross
"Aaaaa- ah... AAAAAAAH!"
"Jumper!" Maxton cried. "What's going on!? Jesse!?"
"Damnit!" Briggs growled as they surged down the hallway. "They're torturing him!"
But Ross knew better.
Those weren't cries of pain.
Those were cries of pleasure.
"Doesn't he sound like he's enjoying it?" the big, lupine creature asked, wrapping its arms around Ross' waist.
He wasn't sure where it came from but he was pretty damn sure that neither Briggs nor Maxton could see it. Maybe he was finally going crazy. Maybe it was God giving him some sign. But how could God do this to him?
The lupine was tall, powerfully built and about seven feet in height. Its entire body was the perfect amalgamation of an Adonis and a lupine. Every muscle was perfectly chiselled and defined, veins pushing past the thick, brown fur with a creamy white patch directly on his chest. And Ross knew it was a 'he'.
Knew painfully.
The wolf's alien manhood was rubbing tantalisingly against his back.
Ross chose to ignore it... but as the wolf slowly began to stroke his growing erection, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
"We've got to hurry," Maxton snapped. He locked gazes with Ross. "You okay, Preacher? You look feverish."
Sweat was dripping down Ross' forehead as head began building inside his entire body. The army fatigues he wore were starting to feel very tight and his entire body was starting to itch horribly. Every so often, he would roll his shoulders or his neck and he'd hear something snap... When he pulled himself back to a straight-backed stance, it felt like something had changed in him.
"I'm fine, Wild Dog. Let's go."
"You want to know what's happening to you?" the wolf asked tauntingly. "Same thing that's happening to that cute pup that's loving having his ass fucked by our newest recruit."
Ross ignored the wolf as best as he could as Maxton led them through a dark hallway.
"You're turning into a Lykan. Remember that yummy little drop of goo that you got on your shoulder and then on that manly moustache of yours?" The wolf reached out with a claw and drew it across Ross' moustache. Even if the creature was just imaginary, Ross could feel that sensation and he felt himself grow more and more aroused by the wolf's touch.
He tried to remember his teachings, remember that he was a priest and had sworn off all acts of pleasure especially this kind of pleasure.
"That was my cum. I was sitting in that air vent right above you, just jacking off. It was so nice of you to lap it up."
Ross pushed the thoughts of sucking off that red, hot wolf meat that was poking his back as Maxton suddenly halted in front of a certain room. The letters 'L.T.S.' were painted on the door. Maxton made a call to retrieve what they came for first before rescuing the other two. Ross could barely focus now. The wolf - Howl was his name - began reaching down into his pants, wrapping his paw around his cock.
And oddly... Ross couldn't find the will power to stop him.
"We Lykans breed by getting our semen into other races, transforming them into one of us," Howl explained. Ross couldn't even remember if Howl introduced himself. He just knew 'Howl' was the name of the wolf. "It's a three-pronged attack. Our saliva is a powerful aphrodisiac. It's so strong that your entire body freezes and you're overcome with thoughts of sex. You become submissive to us. Just one kiss... and that's all you think about."
Ross followed Maxton and Briggs into a large room that appeared to be a control room for a quarantined lab. It was one of those labs where all work had to be done by robots that were seen through a large, glass window. A semi-circular control panel rested in front of them with countless chairs strewn about. The lab beyond was brightly illuminated.
"So what's 'L.T.S.', chief?" Briggs asked.
The big Native American's voice sounded oddly distant to Ross and all he could think of was Howl's voice. His resistances were quickly faded and part of him wanted them to. The rest tried to hold on but every husky word from Howl was so alluring, so captivating... so arousing.
"Then there's the pheromones. This whole base is flooded with them. Comes from yiffing each other's brains out for the past few days or so." Howl grinned, leaning over Ross' shoulder and licking his lips. "Your friends are already infected. The pheromones are slower to act. But they make you receptive to the Pack."
Slowly, Howl turned to Ross and drew his long, wet tongue from the base of the priest's neck all the way up to his temple. Ross felt a growl rise from deep in his chest and a couple of bones crack into new positions.
"It's what we came here to get," Maxton replied. "It's supposed to be some sort of universal cure or something. An anti-bioweapon bioweapon. Let's get a sample and get the hell out of here."
Maxton took a seat on one of the panels and began tapping away.
"I - I'll keep watch," Ross said, spinning around and keeping himself facing the door. He didn't want his two teammates to see his erection or how tight the combat fatigues were on him now.
"Yeah, you're feeling it, aren't you?" Howl chuckled. "The Pack is a collection of our spirits. We Lykans can freely access the spirit realm and allow spirit selves to walk freely around the place, scouting areas, discovering weaknesses... even planting ideas in people's heads. Take a look around at your friends. Go on."
Ross dared.
His eyes widened when he saw two anthropomorphic canines running their tongues along Brigg's biceps, both of them coddling the big Indian's balls. There didn't seem to be any outward effect except for Briggs adjusting himself slightly. Next to Maxton was an enormous wolf with golden fur but all he was doing was resting a hand on Maxton's shoulder.
Ross pulled away, sweating rapidly and hyperventilating.
"That's right... Slowly, they'll start to think about nothing but sex. When they finally get around to meeting us, they won't be able to resist. Then comes the third and last attack." Howl moved right in front of him and planted a kiss.
Ross melted... He knew he shouldn't. He knew his soul was going to be damned for all eternity for this but he couldn't help it! Howl was just so damn sexy and the wolf's musk filled every fibre of his being. Slowly, Howl pulled away, grinning.
"Then comes to cum itself... We infect you with it... And slowly, you'll grow into one of us. You gotta love it. But you know what makes the transformation absolute?"
Ross shook his head. "Wh - What...?" he stammered.
"You say something Preacher?" Briggs asked.
He ignored Briggs, eyes entirely focused on Howl.
"You cum."
Howl seized his dick and Ross gave a cry of both horror and shock as his dick was racked with spasms.
****
Captain Samuel Maxton
"You say something Preacher?"
Sam wasn't paying any attention. While he was operating the robotic hands to retrieve a sample of the L.T.S., he was reading what appeared to be a report made by someone who had locked themselves in the control room.
'They're free! Goddamn it! The Lykans are free! They're turning everyone! We've got to get the L.T.S. finished! It's the only way to save us all! It'll cure anyone who's been infected!'
Who or what was a 'Lykan'?
"Ross?"
Click!
The robotic arm finished its task and dropped a small ampoule of greenish liquid into a bin similar to a vending machine. The bin shifted over to Sam's side of the glass wall and he pulled it out, regarding the liquid with a sense of curiosity.
A loud growl made him turn around.
His eyes widened in shock as Ross - doubled over in pain - doubled in size, his combat fatigues falling off his rapidly expanding body and thick, grey fur sprouting all over his body. Maxton nearly dropped the ampoule in his hand when a large, fluffy tail flicked out from behind Ross and the priest flung around, his human face twisting and elongating into a distinct, canine muzzle. Those green eyes took on a feral, yellow glow as a huge, foot-long, red, throbbing cock with a defined knot rose up against the wolf's washboard abs.
"What the hell!?" Briggs shouted.
Faster than either of them could see, Ross bowled Briggs over, wrapping his long lips around the Native American's. Briggs quickly snapped his rifle up and fired but Ross swept out of the way, fleeing through the door.
"Briggs! You alright?" Maxton exclaimed.
"The fuck was that!?" Briggs roared. "The bastard kissed me! And was he a werewolf!?"
"I..." Maxton had no answer. Then he realised it was just the two of them now. "Listen, we're getting out of here."
"What? What about Shepherd and Jumper? What about Preacher!?"
"A five man team was not enough for this sort of shit!" Maxton snapped. "Whoever is down here, has got their hands on a bioweapon that killed everyone here and is taking us down one by one! We're leaving!"
Briggs saluted stiffly. "Yes, sir..."
Maxton led the way, charging back out of the hallway and towards the central elevator. As they reached the outer labs, two figures stepped out from the corner. One was a muscular German Shepherd pushing past seven feet tall. The other was a Jack Russell Terrier with a brown patch over his left eye. Both were ridiculously muscled and both had raging hard-ons.
"Holy shit, there's more of them!" Briggs cried.
"More than you'll ever know."
Both of them flung around.
An entire army of the creatures began emerging from side rooms and even the ventilation shafts. All of them were some form of canine mutant. All overly muscles, all with hard cocks dripping with pre-cum and all grinning at them.
"What are they...?" Maxton whispered.
"We're Lykans, Wild Dog," the German Shepherd answered. He recognised that voice.
It was Alex Shepherd.
"You'll love it, sir," the Jack Russell giggled.
Jumper...
Then it hit him...
This is what happened to the people of Home... They weren't being terrorised by some Taliban insurgents that had gotten into the base... They were turned into these monsters! The report back at the lab made sense now.
The test subjects had gotten out... and were infecting everyone!
The L.T.S. was the cure!
"I know you guys are in there," he said slowly as the gap between them slowly closed. He and Briggs were quickly being sandwiched by the two parties. "I've got the cure. You've got to fight this thing! We've faced worse things before! This bioweapon isn't going to get the better of you!"
A deep chuckle came from the other party of Lykans.
It was Preacher, Derrick Ross.
"Bioweapon? This isn't a bioweapon, Wild Dog. It's an invasion."
"What the hell you on about, Preacher?" Briggs growled.
"I'm not 'Preacher' anymore. Just call me 'Ross'. And as for your question, Renegade, we're aliens. We're here to take over."
Briggs levelled his assault rifle. "You know me, Preacher. My name is Briggs. Rowan Briggs."
A big, wolfish grin split across Ross' face. "I like 'Renegade' better. I'm sure Wild Dog will agree."
Sam thought fast... Their best form of escape would be to make it to the elevator. Only Shepherd and Jumper were blocking them. He wasn't sure what the capabilities of these 'aliens' were but he was pretty damn sure that they were better of trying to charge through two than a whole army.
"Briggs," he whispered. "On three."
His lieutenant nodded.
"One..."
"You know you're already infected, don't you, Renegade?" Shepherd chuckled. "You can already see them, can't you? The Pack."
"...Two..."
"The Pack is your family now, Renegade," Jumper chimed in.
"Three!"
Briggs let loose a tremendous roar as he flung around and ploughed through both Jumper and Shepherd with Sam right on his tail. Sam couldn't bring himself to fire at his teammates. Infected as they were, the cure was in his hand and if he could just get it back to the military, he could get them to mass produce it and distribute it back to Jumper, Shepherd and Preacher.
He clung onto that hope.
The two of them jumped into the elevator and he quickly hit the 'up' button.
Both of them spun around, levelling their guns at the Lykans.
Oddly enough... the monstrous, muscle-bound canines just stood there... watching and grinning.
"Why aren't they...?" he began.
Briggs suddenly let out a ragged gasp as the elevator doors shut tight. The big Indian collapsed to the ground. There was no hiding the erection in his pants.
He was infected.
Briggs gave him a shaky smile and held up his right hand, regarding it. The bones were contorting in different angles as they reformed to quickly take the shape of a large, paw covered in russet fur to match his skin colour.
"Sorry chief..." he croaked. "Gonna have to save the world without me..." He lifted his rifled to his lips.
"No!"
Sam kicked the rifle away and pulled out the one ampoule of L.T.S., holding it in front of Briggs. "Take this. It'll cure you."
"But, chief... the mission."
"Screw the mission!" Sam snapped. "I've lost three good men already! I'm not losing you, Renegade!" He unscrewed the lid off the ampoule as the elevator began its slow trip upwards. A thick, musky scent filled the elevator that made Sam a little dizzy.
Briggs swallowed and moaned. Sam could see his entire body contorting and growing. His shirt ripped right down the middle, revealing a rock-hard chest covered in thick, coppery fur.
"Take it!" Sam snapped.
Shakily, Briggs took the ampoule in his good hand and tipped it down his throat. He gagged and coughed.
"Damn... That thing's like someone shoved vodka in some sea water..."
Sam returned a shaky laugh. "Medicine isn't meant to taste nice."
He stood up and turned back towards the elevators doors. He wasn't sure if there would be more Lykans on the first floor but if there was, he'd defend Briggs to the end. Vowing to bring his best friend back to the surface and out of this hell hole, he levelled his assault rifle with the yellow ribbon on the muzzle and got read.
"Ugh... Chief...?"
"Save your breath, Renegade. I'm getting you out of here."
"Chief... What does 'L.T.S.' stand for...?"
"Be damned if I knew."
He heard Briggs get up.
"If you can pick up a gun, that'd be great but take it easy, buddy."
Ding!
The elevator doors swung open.
The army of Lykans was standing there, grinning and with their erect cocks soaking the metal floor. Jumper, Preacher and Shepherd were there as well.
Sam pulled the trigger -
His assault rifle was yanked out of his hand by a huge, russet-covered paw and he was flung around. Thick, wet lips collided with his own, a hot, wet tongue slipping between his partly open lips and coating every inch of his mouth in the saliva it carried.
Sam's eyes boggled as he saw the dog tags with the name 'Rowan Briggs' bouncing on thick pecs that were far larger than his head.
Slowly, the huge, brown wolf pulled away, grinning.
"L.T.S. stands for 'Lykan Transformation Serum'," Briggs told him.
Sam froze as Briggs ran a hand up his shirt, his paw running up Sam's abs and making him shudder. Every inch of Sam wanted to pull away, wanted to dive for his gun and shoot the monster that had been his best friend. But... but he just couldn't... All his brain functions had shut down and his cock took over, demanding that its load be released.
Briggs leaned forward, drawing his tongue across Sam's lips, tempting them further open.
"No... Renegade... You... You can't..."
"Trust me, Wild Dog. This is way better..." Briggs nuzzled him affectionately, his lips hovering over Sam's left ear. "Can you see them, yet? The Pack?"
"Wh - What...? All I see is... is Shepherd and..."
"Yeah... That's the Pack... It's our spirit selves... You'll be joining too, right chief?"
"I... I..."
Sam couldn't think. His hands were moving on their own as they rushed to memorise every inch of the muscular wolf that stood over him. He squeezed Brigg's pecs and massaged those huge shoulders. As his hands ran down his best friend's back, he was met with so many mounds and valley's that he was met with the distinct image of those professional bodybuilders.
"Chief?" Briggs - no Renegade - asked. "Do you want to join the Pack?"
"Yeah..."
Slowly, he was tipped backwards, his back pressed up against the cold, hard, pre-cum soaked floor. The rest of the Pack hovered over him, stroking their huge cocks and filling Sam's mind with the possibilities of riding each of those monsters day in and day out while wondering what they'd all taste like. He felt his clothes slowly being slipped off him and felt a shudder at the sudden wash of coldness.
That chill was erased quickly as Renegade pressed his body onto his, that warm, coppery fur flooding him with warmth and the intoxicating aroma of male musk. Gently, Renegade eased Sam's legs upwards into the air. Soft growls were rumbling a chorus around the atrium as Renegade's thick, meaty cock prodded Sam's virgin ass.
The last part of Sam that felt cold was suddenly filled with warmth as Renegade entering him, bringing a cry of pleasure from his lips. Renegade licked every inch of his face before Sam lashed out and pulled him close, twisting his head so that their lips were completely intertwined. Renegade began thrusting, his hot, lupine dick firing waves of pleasure throughout all of Sam.
He began moaning, his voice growing deeper with each thrust. His moans were accompanied by those around him. Many of the other Lykans began turning to each other, their long, dexterous tongues lashing out and exploring each other's furry bodies. Sam craved to have one of those tongues, to use it to probe and prod every inch of Renegade.
A loud cry ripped through his entire body as his ribcage exploded in size, his muscles rapidly expanding and his shoulders broadening at a frightening rate. He was forced to tear his lips away from Renegade as he found himself suddenly broader than his best friend - no, his mate.
Yes, Renegade would be his mate.
It was just so simple!
They had been together since the start... and now they'd be together forever in their new life as Lykans!
He growled, the deep rumble from his chest accompanied by the rapid expansion of his pecs and the ballooning of his abs. His six-pack that he worked so meticulously evolved into a highly defined eight-pack. Sandy fur to match his hair began pushing out of every pore, coating his body in their thick, luscious embrace.
Sam - Wild Dog - reached out with his hands, looping them around Renegade's broad shoulders, feeling them stretch and lengthen to match his shoulders. The biceps bulged, thickened as large, purple veins criss-crossed against their surface and onto the back of his rapidly changing hand. Black claws pushed out of the tips of his fingers, replacing the fingernails as his arms and hands became covered in the same sandy fur. Leathery paw pads grew onto his hands as he clung onto Renegade tightly, feeling the strength and conviction of his mate as well as the welcoming embrace of the rest of the Pack.
He felt his lower body start to change as well. His cock began pushing further up his chest, soaking the ragged path made by the muscular bodies of himself and Renegade in thick pre-cum. Thighs that were already fairly impressive expanded as they wrapped around Renegade's legs. The big, copper wolf's pace began rising to a feverish pace as Wild Dog kicked off his boots - the last visages of his humanity - freeing his rapidly altering feet and feeling the freedom they offered.
His mind flooded with images... He saw all the transformations of his teammates... Felt the joy and release they all felt at the point of climax. Bit by bit, the history of Home was revealed to him... The development of the pact between the Lykans and the American government... and eventually the betrayal of the Americans to the Lykan race, opting instead to capture the Lykans and study them instead of honour their pact and offer men to the wolves from space.
Now he understood the need for retribution...
... the need for an invasion.
A Lykan invasion.
"Ch - Chief..." Renegade shuddered. "I - I -"
Wild Dog could feel his own climax rapidly approaching and knew what it would mean... the release it would bring...
He welcomed it with every fibre of his being.
He tipped his head back and let out an ear-splitting howl in tandem with Renegade. The entire Pack howled with him as Renegade's dick exploded into his ass. Warm, thick, life juices filled the emptiness in Wild Dog just as he emptied the remnants of his humanity onto his thick, furred chest. The Pack climaxed as well. All of them aimed their beautiful, thick cocks straight at the two, coating them all in the delectable, salty goo.
Wild Dog's howl died as Renegade collapsed on top of them, the semen practically gluing their fur together. Their lips touched and they wrapped each other in a long, loving kiss.
As Renegade pulled away, he said, "Welcome to the Pack, chief."
****
Senator Eustache McCloud paced in front of his home located in a remote mountain side. He had been waiting for days to hear from Captain Maxton and the Feral Fangs. He knew something had happened and he feared the worst.
It was he who had convinced the president to break the pact with the Lykans and it was he who had sent his son-in-law out into that godforsaken base to be attacked by a pack of horny, canine aliens that could turn him into one of them. Not that he hated Maxton. On the contrary, Maxton was exactly the son he needed to further his own campaign for the oncoming presidency election. Blame the current president for the plague of space wolves and send in Maxton - his son in law - to clean it all up.
Basically an American hero if there ever was one.
His daughter, Alicia, had been the one to give Maxton that yellow bow that he always kept on the barrel of his favourite assault rifle. He didn't want to have to tell his beloved daughter that he had sent her husband off to get fucked by alien wolves from space and was now probably shoving his dick up another alien wolf.
Ding-dong.
His head snapped towards the door and he quickly flung it open.
He had been expecting an army official or someone from the military to tell him that Maxton had succeeded but was just a little delayed in getting back because he had to save a woman from a burning building.
No such luck.
There was just a small perfume bottle on the ground with a letter attached to it.
Frowning, Senator McCloud picked up the two items and sniffed at the bottle. As he closed the door, he sprayed some of it towards himself. A strong, musky, salty smell hit his nostrils and he immediately dropped the bottle, smashing it to the ground. That smell filled his home and he was reduced to tears. Shaking his head and wiping those tears away, he opened the letter.
There were only four words on it.
'Welcome to the Pack.'