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Warning!

Stop here if you don't like Alien's, Transformation, cock vore, and other sensative topics! If you decide to read any further don't say I didn't warn you. Ok?

Also, if you are reading this and you haven't read the first two books go read them first!

Book 1 http://www.sofurry.com/view/252831

Book 2 http://www.sofurry.com/view/260438

Colony, September 9th, 2011, 10:24 A.M.

The road stretched out endlessly ahead of Tom as he guided the lead van down the expanse of interstate. Chase was sleeping in the back with Jack, but Samson was up keeping Tom company. The two had been chatting for some time about how their bodies were changing and whatnot.

Samson was pretty excited about pairing up with Harvey, and from the way he described it the large male was starting to enjoy his changes. Samson still had his doubts though, and he didn't mind talking about them to the young scientist in the driver's seat. "I just can't believe this happened to us! I mean, why would the military send us into that hellhole to be guinea pigs for some whacked out doctors?"

Tom was about to say something witty when he was distracted by a dark line in the distance. For a normal human it would have been impossible to sense the line of trucks parked a few miles down the long flat road, but Tom was hardly normal at this point in his transformation. His vision had been getting sharper and more acute over the last couple of days; as soon as he spotted the roadblock alarm bells went off in his head. Tom quickly pulled the van over and turned around to wake up Chase and Jack. "I think we have trouble sir!" he said as Chase sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yawned sleepily.

Chase didn't want to get out of the van in the middle of the day, not with the threat of military or law enforcement blocking the road up ahead, but he had little choice in the matter. Oddly enough there were no cars passing them from either direction. When the naked black-furred man got out of the van there were no humans around. Only seven other naked, muscular, furry men like himself. "Everyone over here!" Chase said as their crew piled out of the cars.

It took a few moments for everyone to meet up between the two parked vans. Chase looked around the assembled crew. He could almost see the fear hanging in the air around them.

"What's going on?" Jeff asked. He and his passengers smelled like they had been fucking around a little; Harvey was still dripping cum from his huge hairy cock. Chase also spotted a few smears of thick cum on his large furry legs, too.

"There's a military blockade about two miles up the road. Luckily Tom spotted it before we got too close." Chase said and looked at over at Jack for support. "We need to leave now!"

"Wait," Jack said and shook his head, "how did they know where we're headed?"

Chase had to pause before he spoke again. He really didn't know how the military had found them, but Pat had told him they might need to leave the large black vans behind. "Maybe they're using satellites to track our position?"

"Guys, who cares how they found us?" Tom looked slightly annoyed by his companions. "We just escaped from some fucked up lab, and now they're either trying to capture us or kill us! Let's just get the hell out of here!" Tom was right.

"We'd better get out of the open to avoid detection," Chase said and gestured towards the short forest of trees beside the road.

When nobody moved Jack growled in annoyance. "Let's get the hell out of here! Move those hairy legs boys!"

Even Chase and Jack were a little reluctant to leave the large black vans. After all, they had spent precious time and cum reserves altering the vans. Unfortunately the instinct to escape and flee was far stronger at this point. Leaving the vans was an acceptable loss considering how difficult it would be to take the vehicles with them.

In the last few hours the group had left the worst of the New Mexico desert, and they were currently in a shallow mountain valley. On one side of the road were narrow irrigated fields of plants, and despite his misgivings, Chase knew he needed to flee into the trees and away from human civilization. Human instinct told Chase that fleeing on foot would mean moving slower, but thankfully everyone had grown paws in place of their human feet through the night. Walking through the dirt and trees proved easier than anyone would have previously thought. It was getting a little cooler now that it was September, but there was still a lot of heat under the forest of short trees.

As they hurried through the trees the sound of an explosion in the distance caused the men to share a nervous look between themselves. After a few seconds had passed a large black plume of smoke could be seen rising about a mile behind them. Nobody wanted to say it, but they all knew Chase had been right about telling them to leave.

"You made the right decision," Jack said and put a hand on Chase's shoulder.

Chase smiled and looked at the men following behind him. "We're all safe. That's what matters most."

"I wonder why they blew up our vans?" Harvey asked and frowned as he and Samson followed from the back of the group.

"Maybe they didn't like our 'modifications' to the engines?" Chase suggested.

"I bet they're just trying to freak us out," Neal said and shook his head. "I know any normal man would be freaked out if they heard somebody blowing up their escape vehicles!"

"We're not normal, and we're not exactly men anymore either," Jack said and gave Neal a stern look. "Let's keep the chatter down ladies. They've probably already sent soldiers out into the brush to find us and flush us out."

The forest, if you could call the loose collection of trees a forest at all, thinned a bit as it reached the base of the mountains. There was still plenty of cover, and despite the heat everyone seemed to be in good spirits. Being naked meant no clothing to snag on the brush and branches, the cool breeze kept the men from overheating, and the thick black fur on their shoulders kept the hot sun from burning their skin. When they passed a small stream Chase signaled for everyone to take a small break. The men took turns on lookout and drank from the running water with their long flexible cocks when it was their turn to rest.

"It's weird drinking with your cock," Jeff complained to Tom. "I always thought water tasted strange in my mouth, but it's nothing like drinking with my dong!"

"Don't call it that!" Tom said angrily as he knelt and sipped from the cold stream with his long muscular cock. "They're more like mouths, or even trunks. Just don't call them dongs. Dong is a terrible word for a cock anyways!"

Jeff rolled his eyes, but it was the chuckles the two smaller guys got from the other men that made him blush. It was a brief moment of humor, but it helped lighten the mood.

...

"Do you think they would have killed us?" Ben asked. The man looked worried, but he was trying to keep himself calm on the outside despite how his scent betrayed his inner emotions.

"Probably, yes..." Chase said and looked at his troubled companion before continuing. "They blew up our vans, we don't even have any weapons on us anymore, and if they caught us we'd probably be turned into another science experiment."

"What if they find us?" Neal asked.

"We fight!" Jack said, standing up quickly as his scent flushed red with anger. "We got out of that crazy facility by ourselves. Now we're running from people who want to see us dead, but if they attack us first then we fight back!"

"Wait," Chase said as he got another brilliant idea. "Maybe we're thinking about this wrong?" He began to pace as he voiced his thoughts. "Pat told us to hide, and that we should build up our strength while we waited! So what if we lost our vans; maybe we can grow something better?"

"What are you getting at?" Tom asked as he regarded Chase with a puzzled expression.

"Well...think about the fur that grows when we cum on stuff. So far it's done everything we wanted it to! What if we could use it to build a shelter? We could rest for today and flee tonight. Maybe if we hide then the military will move on and look somewhere else? If we keep on running then we'll lead them straight to where the rest of the pack lives."

"That's true!" Jack smiled at Chase before he spoke, "We might have to hunt a little to build up our cum reserves. It shouldn't take too long if we're careful. Maybe we could build a shelter or something like that?"

Chase sent Jack out with Neal, Jeff, and Tom to catch what food they could in the area. By now everyone had mastered the art of baiting small animals with their pheromone-spraying cocks. Jack quickly attracted a rabbit after spraying for a few short moments. The poor animal didn't even know to struggle as Jack's cock tusks pulled the prize into his hungry cock mouth. A soft groan accompanied his satisfied sigh. Swallowing a plump juicy rabbit with a three foot cock was divinely pleasurable.

Before a half-hour had passed Jack had eaten another rabbit and a half-dozen squirrels. As it turned out the industrious tree squirrels were easy to catch even when you weren't spraying liquid sex pheromone into the air! The other men had similar success while hunting. By the time they all made it back to the clearing Chase and the others had found a suitable spot to construct their shelter.

After spotting his mate in the clearing Jack smiled to himself. He knew exactly how to surprise Chase and announce their return at the same time!

Jack startled Chase when he snuck up behind him and speared the man with his pre drooling cock. The shock of having his ass invaded so abruptly caused small bolts of lightning to arc between the two alien hybrids.

Chase grunted in surprise as he felt Jack's balls slap against his bare ass cheeks. As surprising as the intrusion was it quickly turned Chase on in new and exciting ways. "I was wondering when you guys would get back."

Chase groaned loudly as he spewed a load of sticky gray goop onto the ground. In seconds the ropes of gray cum were sprouting thick black hairs that writhed wildly as they planted themselves into the earth. A low growl erupted from Chase and his partner as the pleasure of their coupling caused another blast of cum to explode across the ground. Jack smiled as he began to pleasure his mate. His hands started at Chase's ass and worked their way up his muscular torso. Jack practically worshiped the undulating hills of muscle on his mate. Once his arms had wrapped around the other male's chest his hands found two large swollen nipples. Jack couldn't resist the urge to tweak and twist his lover's swollen teats. Chase, on the other hand, got creative with his long flexible cock. It was Jack's turn to gasp when he felt his mate's tusked cock head spear his own ass! The long flexible trunk of muscle had wound under the two men and found Jack's empty backside.

"That's for surprising me," Chase grunted as he began thrusting in and out of Jack's exposed rear.

"Shouldn't you..." Jack was interrupted when Chase shot a large load of cum into his ass. "Shouldn't you be using that...ugh...to build our shelter?"

Instead of wasting time talking Chase grunted and pulled his furry black cock out of his lover's ass. The sensation of all that fur-covered muscle sliding out of him made Jack whimper softly; Jack would have preferred for Chase to keep his huge cock buried inside his ass. Another huge load of cum exploded from Chase's cock and painted their exposed feet with thick gray alien juice. Jack groaned, more out of pleasure than annoyance, as he too deposited a huge load into Chase's ass. The sound of the two engineers mating encouraged the other alien hybrids to join in on the glorious fuck-fest.

Neal quickly mounted Ben after watching Chase and Jack fucking each other. After only a few short moments the two scouts were going at it like animals! The clearing was quickly filled with a funky musk as everyone began to fuck. As foul as the smell must have been it actually attracted quite a few forest animals. However, the sound of the men grunting and growling quickly scared the curious animals away. At first the guys tried to be quiet, but it was difficult to remain quiet when they were fucking hybrid wolf ass with huge furry alien cocks. The two scouts were coating the trees with thick wads of web-like cum that made it possible to shape the walls of the growing structure. Ben was doing a great job of spraying web cum all over the trees. Behind him, Neal was supplying a steady supply of nourishing food as he steadily pounded his mate's ass.

Not far from where Ben and Neal were "working" stood the other four members of the group. Harvey and Samson were busily painting the ground with their seed when Jeff and Tom clambered up on Harvey's back. The huge furry brute was so big now that both guys could easily hang from his furry shoulders. A surprised grunt distracted Sam from pumping cum onto the forest floor. Behind Harvey were two horny men with long furry cocks.

"F...Fuck!" Harvey shouted as two muscular cocks snaked into his ass.

As they hung from his back Jeff and Tom leaned toward each other and began to make out. Their loud slurping kisses extracted a soft groan from Harvey who stepped forward and roughly grabbed Sam. Before the second male could object Harvey had positioned himself behind Sam and was pushing his huge limb-sized trunk of cock into his mate.

"Oooohhh shit!" Harvey exploded into Sam before his cock was even halfway submerged in the other male's ass.

Tom and Jeff were beginning to fire load after load into Harvey's ass as they slurped and kissed each other wildly. In response to the overload of food the poor brute was forced to pump more and more cum into the man before him. To Samson it was like someone had turned on a fire hose in his ass. The cum was flash-processed into an intensely potent version of his normal fur-growing juices. Below his huge quivering cock Sam's balls were beginning to swell up like huge furry water balloons! Just before it seemed like the furry sac couldn't hold another drop Sam erupted with a loud shout and an explosion of cum. He didn't just cover the trees and web cum, he drenched them with thick sticky globs of alien slime! As the thick gray ropes of cum sprouted fur it seemed like the mass of hairs actually reached out to feed directly from the geyser of cum shooting from Sam's cock. The four hybrids kept on fucking and groaning as the structure took shape. Thankfully it wasn't the fastest process in the world, so their orgy continued for quite a while

Eventually everyone was forced to step outside the clearing as the massive black structure began to solidify. Chase stood with Jack behind him at the edge of the wall of black fur they had created. His cock was imbedded in the writhing mass of living hair; he fed its growth while his unique electric signals told the fur to weave together and create a roof above the walls they had already covered with their cum.

A signal passed silently through the group as the structure began to reach completion. It felt like they had been fucking for hours, but the entire process took less than thirty minutes to complete. Jack grunted behind Chase as his body rocked and clenched in response to his largest orgasm yet. His rich cum exploded into Chase, who quickly deposited his largest load ever into the furry black wall. All around them the others reached their own climaxes as well. Once they had finished pumping their last reserves of cum into the mass of black fur, eight tired alien hybrids untangled from the mass of sweaty bodies and took a step back from their creation.

"Holy fuck," Chase said and pulled Jack into his arms. He didn't care if the other guys saw him kiss their former sergeant. That had been the best sex Chase had ever had!

A few of the guys chuckled as they watched the two men make out, but a surprised gasp distracted the group. "Whoa, look at that!" Neal said as he stepped back from the black structure and pointed at its furry walls.

A wave of color and light passed through the writhing black fur. In seconds the whole structure seemed to disappear as it developed a perfect camouflage pattern for the environment around it. It didn't just replicate the appearance of the leaves and foliage. Instead it actually seemed to recreate the texture and physical shape of a dense mass of plants and shrubbery. If Chase hadn't been able to see the scent of their creation he might not have believed it was there at all!

"That's amazing," Chase said in awe as he looked for a flaw in the perfectly replicated texture of the plants and trees.

"How do we get inside?" Harvey asked as he walked up to the strange structure. He answered his own question when he pushed his hand against the furry wall. The thick membrane parted just enough to allow his hand to push through. In a few moments the man had disappeared into the mass, yet the fur reformed behind him with little more than a faint black shimmer of light. Everyone was a little shocked, but when Harvey's head poked back out through the wall he looked pleasantly surprised. "It's feels great inside, and the fur is so soft and warm!"

"I guess we should call it a cocoon?" Chase said as he inspected the structure. Nobody objected to his suggestion, so he assumed they had agreed it was a cocoon. He took a deep breath before pushing his hand into the living wall of fur. As soon as he was inside his vision switched to seeing smells instead of light.

Upon entering the cocoon, thousands of thick black hairs began to wrap around Chase, pulling him deeper into their dark embrace. He was ushered through the interior without even needing to move his arms or legs. The fur wrapped around him like a thick blanket, but he was still surprised when he felt the hairs pushing into his cock mouth. As Chase stopped moving he realized he had reached the middle of the cocoon. In the center of the interior was a huge writhing column. Chase could sense that this column was the heart of the living structure. Harvey was already there; resting with his thick cock imbedded in the side of the same massive column. Chase's cock was slowly being pulled into the column when Harvey's eyes opened in the darkness and he noticed Chase was beside him.

"This feels so good!" he said and groaned as his cock began to sink further into the hairy pillar. In a few short moments the rest of the men had joined Chase and Harvey in the middle of the cocoon. As the black hairs wrapped around their bodies the structure began to regulate itself to the perfect temperature for accelerating transformation of the humans. The long black hairs pushed into Chase's ass and then deeper into his cock. Before too long his body was relaxing as his mind extended into the mass of fur around him. Chase could feel his friends falling asleep in the embrace of the black hairs. He wanted to stay awake, but the sensation of the fur pushing deeper into his body, and accelerating his changes as it did so, lulled him into a gentle slumber. As the men slept their bodies began to crack and groan. The fur was quickly working itself deeper and deeper inside the men, gradually changing them from human to wolf.

...

Not too many miles from where the eight men were resting in their newly constructed cocoon, Pat was dozing lazily on his mate's massive chest and abdominal muscles. The two tiny cubs were nestled between their parents in the sleepy warmth of John's dense chest and stomach fur.

It had been a while since Pat had accessed the mental realm where he could see all the different changes he had made to his alien wolf brothers. As he slipped into a trance the young Beta found himself looking into that same mysterious realm once again.

There were already a number of distinct types of aliens, but there were also some that he had yet to give any attention. The soldiers, guardians, and hunters were pretty much finished. The Alpha and Beta types had a small amount of potential left, but Pat wanted to save it in case he decided John needed any more important changes. That left the brutes, scouts, engineers, and one other type Pat hadn't named yet. The new wolf type was waiting for direction. Pat wanted this alien to be distinct. It only seemed natural to call them Howlers once he had decided what purpose they would serve.

Pat focused in on the brutes first. The two men sleeping in the woods to the southwest began to groan in response to the Beta's mental changes to their bodies. He already knew he wanted them to be huge, possibly the biggest wolf type in the whole of the species, but they would need more than just size. For the moment Pat wanted to work on their wings. Harvey and Samson both groaned as a dense mat of thick black fur sprouted on their backs. Below the fur their bones and muscles were shifting and rearranging. In a few short moments two thickly muscled limbs pushed out of their furry backs; thick black-furred wing membranes extended from the new limbs as they expanded into the embrace of the furry cocoon. During the next few hours the wings grew bigger and stronger; eventually they were easily large enough to support the weight of the two brutes. Before they finished growing that night they would be strong enough to support one or two of their smaller companions as well!

Having focused as much potential as the soon-to-be brutes currently possessed into growing their wings, Pat decided to turn his attention to Chase and his mate. The two engineers were further along in their changes than the other men around them. It was simple enough to give them a huge pair of wings for their own transportation, but since they had more potential for growth than the others Pat decided to focus on their second pair of arms. It used up a lot of their remaining energy, but after a few hours Chase and Jack had grown both wings and a pair of arms under their original pair. Neither man could have known it, but they would eventually grow a third pair of arms below their first two. Pat had big plans for his two sexy engineer wolves.

As he turned his attention to the sleeping scouts a few unique adaptations came to Pat's mind. He knew he wanted the scouts to be able to fly long distances like their soldier brothers, but he also wanted them to be quicker and more agile in the air. As their wings began to form Pat focused on trimming the rest of their bodies down. They needed to be light and fast, but still strong enough to fight when needed. Their wings would be their strongest limbs, capable of extended flight and amazing aerial acrobatics. Pat also adjusted the scouts to walk on all fours. Thin membranes began to grow between their front and back legs as they changed. These membranes would give the scouts more maneuverability in the air, but also more power when flying long distances or gliding to conserve energy.

Last, but hardly the least interesting, were the two sleeping howlers. So far Pat had been focusing on making individual wolf types bigger and stronger, but he wanted these two to be smaller and smarter. They were already very intelligent, but with only a little nudge their brains began to focus on being alert and watchful as well. He gave the howlers the first of their unique abilities. Their throats grew larger and wider along with the development of another four lungs in their expanding chests. Pat had to adjust their ribs to allow the howlers to stretch their chests when the new wolves were breathing in. Their human faces were lost in the thick shaggy fur that grew up over their new muzzles. In the time that they slept the howlers grew huge sensitive ears, and acute golden eyes that could see vast distances. These new wolves had long snouts and sharp teeth, but more importantly they could howl like nothing on Earth had ever howled before! Soon enough they would need their voices to signal their positions to their brothers.

After making the various adjustments to his new pack mates Pat was able to rest for a while.

The sensation of leaving the den woke the Beta as he realized John was going out to hunt. "I hope you don't mind not being the biggest wolf in the pack," Pat said as he opened his eyes and looked up at his mate, who was flying just above the forest in the cool midday air.

"I don't really mind," John said and looked at Pat, "but didn't you say I would keep growing bigger?"

"Well... I wanted to ask you about that..." Pat said and looked up at John's wolf face. "I've been communicating with the alien voice inside me. His words have led me to the conclusion that there is one last transformation I could put you through. It's not like what happened when I made you an Alpha, and it's nothing like the changes I've done to the other wolf types! It's sort of like choosing a leader for our race. Like an ultimate transformation!"

John didn't respond right away. In fact, he just kept on hunting while he mulled over his thoughts. It wasn't until after he had caught a black bear and was digesting it in a large tree that he finally did speak. "I want to be bigger and stronger, but I also want to be able to protect our family. I don't know about being the leader of the pack or anything like that, but if it helps me protect you then I don't care what happens to me," John said and hugged Pat tenderly. The two cubs between them woke and began to whine. They had slipped away from John's teats while the Alpha hunted. Now that they were awake again the cubs were hungry.

Pat smiled as he hugged his mate and then helped their cubs back up to their father's chest. "Find something big to eat while I gather my strength..."

John nodded before launching himself into the air. As the Alpha hunted Pat was distracted by their two cubs. One of the cubs, Pat's child, had left John's nipple and was beginning to explore his warm furry home. It didn't take the cub long to realize he was between his two fathers. When the young cub found Pat's cock he instinctively pushed into his father and formed a link with him. Pat's mind was flooded with thoughts and questions. The cub could see through Pat, who could see through his link with John. After only a few moments the cub was sifting through both of their thoughts and memories. The tiny wolf was actually learning from his parents without even needing to experience things himself. It wasn't the kind of learning that humans had, but it gave the cub a huge advantage over any human infant.

It was somewhat startling to try and answer so many questions at once. Pat was used to linking with his pack mates and John, but they usually just spoke if they had questions. Instead of using his mouth the young cub asked Pat's mind directly. First the questions were just images like trees, rocks, mountains, and even Pat and John! After a few minutes the cub began to understand simple ideas like how Pat and John were two separate beings, and not one large mass that had two names. The last thing the cub asked was the most curious. "Who am I?"

Pat had to pause before he responded. He and John hadn't chosen names for their cubs yet, so the young wolf didn't have a name like John and Pat. It took a few moments for Pat to formulate his response. "You are our son," Pat told the cub through their linked minds. John seemed to like that response because his mind echoed what Pat had said in a much stronger mental voice. The answer seemed to satisfy the cub's curiosity for the moment.

John had just spotted one of the rare moose that wandered up into the mountains when the cub began to get tired again. Pat pulled him away from his cock and back towards John's lower pair of nipples. The smell of his father's milk proved more alluring than further contact with Pat. John just chuckled as he watched Pat tend to their children through the cock shoved up Pat's ass. He dove into the trees and silently fell on the huge beast. With a loud snarl and a quick spray of web cum John had the moose immobilized. Before he began pushing the beast into his largest cock he paused. "Are you sure about this Pat?" John sounded concerned. "What if you can't control the transformation this time?"

"I can John," Pat said and looked up at his mate. "I know more about how it works now! I've been changing the others without even linking up with them. We need to master this power John...for the pack, for ourselves..." Pat paused and stroked the two cubs latched to his mate's teats. "...and for these two little cubs."

"I trust you Pat, but I want you to rest for a while before I eat this thing... I think it's bigger than my last moose, and I want this to work!" John growled as he hefted the moose off the ground. Pat knew he was going to take it back to the tree he liked to rest in. It wasn't the first time the Alpha had carried prey to the mutant pine tree to eat it. Pat secretly wondered if John just liked scaring things half to death before he ate them.

As his mate flew slowly through the mountain forests Pat fell into a deep slumber. He was glad John cared about him so much, and knowing he had done everything he could to aid his lost brothers helped the Beta sleep better.

...

Night had just fallen over the forest when Chase woke up inside the cocoon. Through the day his body had been rapidly changing as he rested. When he woke and stretched it was quite a shock to feel a second pair of arms below his first, and the huge limbs on his back were quite a surprise too. At this point the inside of the cocoon was a solid writhing mass of black fur. The hairs were so dense and thick that the only way to move through them was for Chase to command them to move him out of the cocoon. Chase emerged into the cool night air as he was expelled from the furry mass. His night sight instantly clicked on, and even in the pale moonless night he could see better than most animals could see in the daylight.

A soft thumping sound reached Chase's ears as he stretched his new body parts. He instinctively leapt into the air, catching the wind in his wings, rising slowly and silently into the black night sky. The sound he had heard was the footsteps of around seven or eight humans trudging through the sparse trees and brush. To a wolf like Chase the noise they made seemed stupidly loud, and even from a hundred feet above the humans he could hear their conversation.

"Why do we have to go tromping around in the woods General West?" The woman spoke loud enough for half the forest to hear her. She sounded whiny and out of her element.

"Because your little 'trap' didn't work, and now there's no telling where the hell these damned terrorists have escaped to!" a strong male voice replied. Chase caught a glimpse of the two walking with about five armed soldiers through the trees. They were getting close to his pack mates, and that made Chase frown as he growled in annoyance.

With little effort Chase swooped low enough to rustle the branches of a tree close to the group of soldiers. The sound caused them to jump in surprise and twirl around to where they had heard the sound. "What the hell was that?" a soldier asked and looked at the general with fear in his eyes.

General West looked up just in time to spot a huge black shape passing overhead. He frowned as he realized how big the shape would have to be to block out that many stars in the sky. "Take Miss Scarlet back to the convoy!" West commanded his troops with a strong confident voice. They gladly took hold of the woman and began to dragging her away from the general.

"Now hold on just one moment! You don't have the authority to tell me where to go!" Scarlet shouted angrily as she was dragged away.

"Sorry Miss Scarlet," one of the soldiers said gruffly, "we're just following the general's orders!"

It wasn't until Scarlet was far from West's position that the man spoke up again. "I know you're out there," he shouted up at the sky. "Come down here and talk to me man to man!"

Chase chuckled as he swooped down to where West was standing in the darkness. With one quick pass he crashed into the human, pulling the pistol out of his hands and tossing it into the woods. To West it was like wrestling with a grizzly! Chase was stupidly strong at this point, and his four arms were more than enough to subdue a human.

"I'm not a man, at least not in the sense that you are," Chase said as his golden eyes caught the faint starlight.

West was no idiot, this sure as hell wasn't a terrorist! "W...What the hell are you?"

Normally a man like General West wasn't scared of anything. He'd seen his fair share of combat in the past, but nothing could prepare you for dealing with this...thing! At least the monster was right about not being human. It had four arms and wings on its back. Even with his pathetic human eyes the general could tell this creature was beyond anything he had ever dealt with before.

Chase felt sorry for the man. He looked like the kind of person used to being in control of the situation, but now he was squirming in Chase's arms like a pathetic little worm. "Calm down human. If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead!" Chase paused before he spoke again. He didn't know how much he could trust this human, but he obviously knew enough to be dangerous. "Why have you chased my kind out here, and what do you want with us?"

"We were told a group of terrorists had escaped a local research facility with a dangerous government science experiment. I...I'm looking for Sergeant Jackson Gray. He's supposedly the leader of the terrorists." West pleaded with the monster holding him in the air. He didn't want to die, but he knew he couldn't tell this strange creature their plans.

Chase growled as soon as West finished speaking. He could sense that the human was either lying or not telling him the whole truth. West's scent was just as conflicted as his flimsy story. "Jackson Gray is safe...if that's what you were worried about. He's part of the pack now."

West got a cold chill down his spine as the strange creature spoke. "What the hell is 'the pack'?" West asked hesitantly.

"I can't tell you unless you want to join it," Chase said and laughed an almost cruel laugh.

He could sense the unspecialized cells in his body fading away by the hour. In another day or two he would lose his ability to infect humans. It was a trade-off that Pat made when changing wolves. The closer you got to being a full-grown wolf, the more specialized your cells became. Now that Chase was more wolf than man his cum was hardly infectious at all, but he could still summon up a tiny portion of his previously highly mutagenic fluids.

"What the hell are you talking about?" West asked in a shaky voice.

"I give you what you want, and you let me and my pack mates go for now." Chase grinned as his cock began to gurgle and moan between the two. It was getting pretty long now; Chase guessed it was just over three feet in length.

West could only barely make out the huge black mass of furry muscle pushing towards him. "Those damned government bastards are going to get us killed if we're facing monsters like...whatever the hell you are. Can you join this pack thing without becoming a damned monster?"

"I don't know, but I can ask our leader when I see him again." Chase said and looked up at the night sky.

"How do I know this isn't some sort of trick? How can I trust you...things?" West asked with doubt heavy in his voice.

"We aren't your enemy, but in the end I think we'll end up protecting you humans regardless." Chase shook his head and growled in annoyance. He didn't have to trade words with something he could eat and be done with! "Choose now human! I might let you go if you decide to join us. Otherwise you'd make a nice snack for my mate," Chase chuckled as he thought about how hungry Jack must be. "You'd make a great breakfast..."

...

West was visibly shaken by Chase's words. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to join this pack thing either! "I won't tell anyone about your precious pack! If turning into a monster is what it takes to stay alive than that's what it takes, but tell your leader not to make me some kind of four-armed freak like you. I would prefer to remain human on the outside for as long as possible," West said angrily. He didn't doubt that this thing could eat him, but he also wanted to know more about these monsters. He wanted to learn what he could before he judged them. They might be barbaric and crude, but they were no worse than a government that intentionally put his men in danger.

Chase didn't waste any more words on the man. He had made his choice, and now his fate was in the hands of the pack. West groaned in protest as Chase's cock pushed roughly into his mouth. As he lowered the human to the ground more and more furry cock muscle slid into the man's body. West shook violently as Chase summoned up the last of his previous cum reserves. There was only a small amount of mutagenic property to his old cum at this point, but it was enough to turn a single human. As the load of thick wolf juice was pumped into West's stomach the man groaned in pleasure. Chase smiled as he felt his mind spread through the human's body. There wasn't enough time to sift through all of West's memories, but one thing did stick out in the man's mind. West was gay, and he had clearly hidden it his whole life. He wasn't a bad general at all, but he had his own dirty secrets.

"I think I'll be hearing more about you soon," Chase growled in amusement as he quickly pulled out of the man, letting him drop to the ground. Just before Chase turned to leap into the air he looked back down at the violated human. "Welcome to the pack, General West."

"Damn it!" West said and pounded his fist into the dirt. He could feel the monster's cum sloshing around in his stomach. "He knew who I was from the beginning!"

Chase returned to the cocoon to find the rest of his brothers waiting outside. Jack nearly tackled him when he landed, and before Chase could object the furry beast pushed his three-foot cock into Chase's ass and began to sift through his memories. "General West, huh?" Jack said and chuckled as he nuzzled his mate's neck. "I knew Carson West back before he was a big bad general in the army. I don't know why they sent him after us though."

The memories flowed through the link between Chase and Jack. It looked like they could access their memories through the strange link that formed when they joined cocks, or when they fucked each other in the ass. "We need to fly in order to escape. I don't know if we can trust the general to keep his men away from our location for long."

A quick glance at the others made Chase smile. Pat had come through with his promise. Harvey and Samson were flexing their massive black wings, and even Tom and Neal looked like they were ready to fly. The two scouts looked funny on four canine legs, but with only partially changed human bodies. The weirdest change was to Tom and Jeff who had no wings at all, but they were still so small that Chase thought Harvey or Samson could almost carry them both. Chase instinctively knew what type of wolf they were. The two howlers had huge ears on top of their wolf heads, and their throats looked odd considering how the rest of their bodies had changed. Not only were their throats slightly longer, but they were also a bit longer than any human's throat should be. It wasn't an ugly change, but when you have a long neck and a wolf head on top of a human shaped body it just stood out a bit. Everyone in the group was mostly covered with black fur at this point, and their various cocks were all longer than any human's would ever be. Harvey and Samson had huge four-foot trunks of muscle hanging from their crotches, and Chase and Jack were at a healthy three feet. The scouts and howlers were both over two feet long, but Chase knew they would all continue to grow longer until they were finished changing.

"Are you guys ready?" Chase asked.

Everyone nodded, and the two brutes scooped up a howler each. "We'll follow your lead Chase," Jack said.

As soon as Chase had jumped into the cool night air the rest of the group was right behind him. The thrill of flying, and the natural ease of it all, made Chase giddy with excitement. He silently concentrated on the faint link he had with Pat. 'We're coming home!' Chase thought excitedly. 'We're finally coming home!'