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**Lycan Invasion

Rex: Day 9 since First Contact**

Doctor Michael O'Neil wasn't exactly what you'd call your 'typical' psychologist. Sure, he got his degree just like everyone, got a job and was building up enough funds to pay off his student loans for a holiday with his wife and three year-old son, Jeremy.

But he was a perfectionist.

There was no such thing as an 'unbreakable' person to him. He had cracked the 'codes' of a serial killer or two, worked with forensic scientists and tracked down men and women who enjoyed killing other men and women for some unknowable reason. Unknowable to all but Dr. O'Neil.

It was for his work with one particular serial killer that caught the attention of the American military. Not the American Navy, Army or Air Force. The military. All three. The CIA and FBI was thrown into the mix there somewhere but Dr. O'Neil didn't care about them that much.

Right now, he was in a military base located somewhere in the vast deserts of Utah, in a military interrogation room, guarded by two military personnel - Gary, the silent African-American with a broad easy smile and bleached, blonde hair and Sam the olive-skinned Italian American with the tattoo of a tiger on his left bicep - and he was here on a military operation.

So, as far as he was concerned, screw the government, screw the CIA and screw the FBI. This was some pretty crazy stuff and it was the military who got his back.

"Good morning, Rex," he asked in an even voice. "How are you today?" It was a while since he was ever nervous around a subject but these were extraordinary times.

His subject was unresponsive, head bowed.

"Want me to wake him up, doc?" Sam asked.

"No," O'Neil answered, waving his personal bodyguard down. "Rex, we can't help you if you're uncooperative."

"Help?" came the deep, rough rumble. Rex's feral, yellow eyes drifted upwards and O'Neil's heart felt the cold grasp of fear. "Who says I need help?" Rex grinned, showing sharp fangs designed for mauling.

"Of course you need help, Rex," O'Neil said, forcing calm into himself. "You -"

"I remember you, doc," Rex interrupted, suddenly sniffing the air. "Yeah... I remember your scent. First day... I saw you interrogating my mate..."

****

Rodney: Day 5 since First Contact

Private First Class Rodney Fox had never seen anything like it before. It was sleek, smooth, alien and simply screamed 'speed'. Its surface was coated with a strange, silver-blue metal that had an oily finish to it.

He reached out -

Whack!

"Yeow!" he cried, pulling back.

"You had best not touch, Private," Lieutenant Arnold Warne said, tapping the clipboard he had used to hit the Private's hand. The stern, pencil-like, bespectacled man frowned at him. "You don't want to be contaminated."

"'Contaminated'?" Rodney asked, his sky-blue eyes alight with curiosity. When he had been called out of Iraq for some 'special mission', he thought he was being demoted back to kitchen duty back at Fort Bradley. His... 'escapades' during the campaign weren't exactly what the military could boast about.

"You can never be too careful around alien technology," Warne answered, gesturing that they leave the hanger.

Rodney stole one last glance as the large, crescent-shaped ship that looked like it was big enough to match an aircraft carrier. His last thought before he followed Warne's orders were simply, 'Whoa'.

The military base, simply known as 'Home' was simply Spartan in design. Everything was cold, hard and emotionless. Still, Rodney preferred it to the harshness of the desert outside or the constant fear-soaked atmosphere of Iraq. The unique features of Home was that it was as much a military base as it was a research centre.

A place right out of the pages of a sci-fi novel.

That observation was brought to justice when he passed the five holding cells.

"Shit," he breathed.

"Private," Warne said, taking a deep breath, "I'd like you to meet the Lykans."

Each of the cells was like a large, glass cube with a metal door and a ventilation shaft as the only way in or out. Inside each cell was a plain, white bed, a toilet and, of all things, a dog's water bowl. But the inhabitants of the cells were far more fascinating.

Seven foot tall canine monsters prowled behind each of the glass walls. They all possessed the physique of humans with the exception that their hands and toes were clawed, their heads were completely canine in shape and they were covered in different coloured fur.

Oh, and their dicks were in sheathes.

It was pretty much like staring at a living, breathing anthropomorphic canine brimming with muscle that would put Arnold Schwarzenegger to shame.

Rodney felt his loins stir as he watched those huge, muscles move with such elegance and fluidity that it was hard to believe each one had to be as hard as iron. From quick observations, he noted that there were two wolf-like creatures, a large, grey one with a scar down his right eye, shutting that eye permanently and a russet-coloured one with a creamy coat of fur on his chest.

The other three were a Doberman, an akita and a husky respectively.

And they were all male...

... at least that's what Rodney thought... He wasn't sure if they were male just conveniently looked male...

"Why aren't they wearing any clothes?" he asked softly.

"They prefer not to," Warne responded with disgust. It was clear his superior didn't like the exposure. No doubt he wouldn't like Rodney's taste in dates either. The Lieutenant gestured and he headed further down the hall.

"Where'd they come from?"

Rodney felt the eyes of one of the bigger Lykans on him. It was the grey wolf. There was a smirk on the monster's face... at least Rodney thought it was a smirk.

"We don't know," Warne answered, shaking his head. "All we can tell is that this isn't their first time here. Apparently, they've visited Earth dozens of times before. After running some complex language decryption algorithms through their ship's records, we discerned that they're just trying to get home and keep ending up here. I'd have more sympathy for them if they all weren't such faggots."

Yep, Warne definitely wouldn't like Rodney if he knew about those dates...

"Sorry, sir?"

"They're gay, Private." Warne spat out the word. "All four of them were once in a big cell but the instant we turned our backs, they pounced on each other and began fucking each other's brains out. Bloody disgusting."

"Oh..."

Thinking of all those huge, furry muscles on top of one another made Rodney's loins ache. He had to take an extra long stride just to adjust himself.

Then he remembered something.

"Um... Sir... There's five in that cell... You said 'four'..."

There, Warne grinned a little evilly. "Remember what I told you about not getting 'contaminated'?"

"Yes, Sir..." Rodney answered a little shakily.

"Well, when the two poor bastards who were guarding the Lykans the first night saw them fucking each other, they thought they had turned on each other and were tearing each other apart. They leapt in, trying to break them up. They ended up getting pulled right into the bloody-fucking orgy."

That was hot.

Getting caught in a sandwich of all those muscles and fur...

... Yeah.

"What happened, sir?"

"They got their asses ripped open, that's what happened." They turned a corner and Rodney could faintly hear voices from the room up ahead. "We managed to rescue them and treat them but the next day, they dove back in."

"Must've been some pretty amazing sex, sir," he chuckled.

Warne gave him a withering look that told him that kind of talk wouldn't be tolerated.

"Shutting up, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Bloody idiots got infected," Warne snarled. "As far as we can tell, the fucking dogs came in their asses and injected them with some sort of mutagen. They grew fur, grew in muscle mass and became the akita and Rottweiler you saw back there."

Rodney stopped in mid-step. "You're kidding!"

"Unfortunately not, Private. Sergeant Shin Ishomura and Lance Ackermann became 'Hunter' and 'Ravage'."

"They can talk!?"

They stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway. There was screaming from inside followed by some sharp questions.

"For a while," Warne answered. "Then they started speaking that goddamn tongue of theirs. We think the transformation brainwashes them, makes them think they're someone else. They kept talking about a 'Pack'."

"Is there anyway...?"

"We don't know but that's where you come in, Private." Warne flung open the door.

Inside, flanked by two guards was a tall, athletic man dressed in a white lab coat with short, black hair and sharp, green eyes. The frown on his face looked permanently frozen there.

On the other side of the room, across a steel table, was a fox Lykan... who was attached to what looked like electrodes.

"Private Fox, meet your charge designated, 'Red'."

****

Rex: Day 9 since First Contact

"Let's talk about Red," O'Neil said, leaning forward. "What is he to you?"

Rex grinned, looking directly at O'Neil and leaning forward. The iron bands across his mighty chest and arms strained from the effort and - not for the first time - O'Neil wondered if they would hold.

"I told you. He's my mate."

"Your 'mate'... As in your sexual partner? A person you 'love'?"

"It's more than that, doc. In the eyes of the Pack, we're one in the same."

"A yes, this 'Pack' of yours," O'Neil said, enclosing 'pack' in air-quotes. "Tell me about them."

"It isn't a 'them'. It's an 'it'. A cosmic force that no non-Lykan like yourself can ever understand."

"Enlighten me."

Rex's grin grew broader. "Wouldn't you rather talk about how you can turn your soldiers back?"

O'Neil's left eyebrow twitched.

Bad move.

Rex threw his head back and laughed. Sam made to punish him but O'Neil stopped the big soldier.

"Alright," O'Neil allowed. "Let's talk about that." He didn't like letting the subject take the lead but it was clear Rex thought he was in control... That was good. If Rex thought he was the one steering the conversation, there was a higher chance O'Neil could extract information out of him.

"Simple fact, doc: You can't. And even if you could, they wouldn't want to."

"And why not?"

"Because they're part of the Pack now."

"You're toying with me, Rex."

Rex's grin faded slightly into a smirk. "Am I? Well, then I'll give you this one for free, doc. Go ahead, doc. Ask me anything. I'll answer it."

Now they were getting somewhere. "Alright... Tell me about when you started to change."

Rex smiled.

****

Rodney: Day 7 since First Contact

Rodney winced as Doctor O'Neil gave Red another thousand volts.

"I know you can understand me," O'Neil said in his calm, collected - and slightly creepy - tone. "Why are you here?"

Red replied in a strangely musical language. It was a language mixed with all sorts of inflections that made the fox's voice oddly alluring. Almost a siren-song. Rodney shook his head and reminded himself that he'll save the fantasies for when he got back to the barracks this evening. He was ashamed that he had wanted to know what it'd be like to stick his dick up that tight, athletic fox's ass.

There really wasn't any shame in that, was there?

Sure, he might get infected but it was just a fantasy. He was never going to act on it.

Red was unlike the other Lykans who were mountains of muscle. The fox was trim and slim while still maintaining his masculinity. The muscles were defined even under the thick, coppery fur.

O'Neil sighed and shook his head in defeat. "That will be all for today."

He pressed the button on the table, giving Red one last shock that made the fox scream.

Rodney looked away.

His eyes met with the big African-American's chocolate irises, Gary was his name. The much taller man smiled slightly before Rodney turned back away.

"Take him away, Private," O'Neil sighed, rising from his seat. "I have a report to compile."

"Yes, Doctor," Rodney answered.

He shuffled forward and removed the electrodes that were attached to Red's body. Fighting the hard-on building in his pants, he pulled the limp fox up and slowly dragged him out of the interrogation room, bringing his charge back to the containment cells.

They were alone in the hallway so no one saw when Red's left hand -paw?- suddenly lashed out and gripped his crotch while his right snatched the side of Rodney's head and turned it towards the Lykan.

Their lips met.

Rodney was frozen as his mind screamed for him to pull away while his cock cried 'Hallelujah!'

Suddenly, Red pulled away, staring deep into his eyes.

"Please... Help me..."

****

Rex: Day 9 since First Contact

"And that was when the changes started, Private?" O'Neil asked.

Rex - formerly Private Rodney Fox - threw his head back and laughed. "Oh hell yeah, doc." He leaned forward, stretching those iron restraints again. "See, Lykans have this thing, well... all mammals have them. Even your sorry, race. They're call pheromones. Know what they are, doc?"

"I am well aware of what pheromones are, Private Fox."

"Well, Lykan pheromones are different. That kiss, that just started it. It was barely even a peck. But, it opened my mind to a whole lot of senses. Least of all was my Red's pheromones. They drove me wild. You know what we did next, right? You were there when you caught us."

O'Neil sighed at the memory. "Yes..."

"Why don't you tell me, doc? I shared with you my secret. Least you could do is tell me the truth about how you saw it."

"Private, I saw you with your penis shoved up that Lykan's ass in the hallway."

"Did I cum, doc?"

O'Neil fell silent.

"Well, doc?"

"Yes, Private. I believe you ejaculated in that Lykan's rear..."

"Yeah, because that's where things really get interesting."

****

Rodney: Day 7 since First Contact

"What the hell were you thinking, son!" Captain Leon Geller shouted, slamming his palm against his mahogany desk.

Rodney flinched.

"Two days!" Geller shouted. "Two fucking days and already I catch you with your cock up someone's ass! What's worse, it's one of those dirty dogs!"

"Sir," Rodney whispered quietly. "I -"

"For the love of God, son! You could be fucking infected!"

"I'm not -"

"We can't take that chance," Geller growled. The Captain looked particularly ferocious especially since he still wore combat fatigues completely with a thick, Kevlar helmet. It was a bit of a joke amongst the troops that Geller looked ready for a war he'd never fight. The man was still solidly built but he was reaching his fifties and the best he could aspire to with his military career was to be the military advisor to some minor diplomat.

"You're confined to a containment cell."

"What!?"

Being treated like one of the Lykans was overkill.

"You leave me no choice."

"You can't do this! I have rights!"

"Those rights are for humans," Geller replied, staring him down with sharp, black eyes. "For all we know, you ain't human anymore, son."

Rodney was marched out of Geller's office by two guards. Perhaps the greatest shame in his life was being told to strip down in front of everyone and forced to wear some medical rags. He was then paraded through the hallways with the eyes of all his former comrades on him. Sam - the other bodyguard of Dr. O'Neil looked pleased and muttered something about always suspecting.

He was thrown inside one of the cell.

Ironically right next to Red.

The fox pressed himself against the glass, whimpering softly and scratching the slippery surface with his claws.

"Fuck you," Rodney growled. Then he remembered he already did...

"Can you see them yet?"

Rodney glanced up. It was the big grey wolf. The towering mound of muscle was glaring at him from the other glass cell next to his. He looked towards the guards outside. None of them seemed to register that they were talking.

"They can't understand us."

"Then why can I?"

"Because you're part of the Pack now."

"The what!?"

"You'll see."

Rodney tried to press more information of the Lykan. Maybe he could act like some sort of liaison or interpreter for the human race! But the big wolf said nothing apart for introducing himself as 'Fang'.

"Rex, I'm sorry..."

He turned around. It was Red again.

"My name isn't 'Rex'. It's Rodney! And I'm not talking to you!"

"Rex, please," Red whimpered. "I know you're mad but we're meant to be together! You felt it, right? You felt your Spirit merge with mine!"

****

Rex: Day 9 since First Contact

"That will need some explaining, Rex - I mean, Private," O'Neil said.

"Sure, doc," Rex replied smugly. "You wanted to know what the 'Pack' is? Well, the best way I can tell you is to turn you into one of us and let you experience it for yourself." He leaned forward, a predatory look in his eyes.

Gary and Sam stepped threateningly forward but the human-turning-Lykan didn't flinch.

O'Neil waved his guards down.

"Barring that, though," Rex said, leaning back in his chair, "I guess the best way to explain it is a 'collective psychic consciousness'."

O'Neil eyebrows shot up. "You possess psychic powers?"

"Almost. It's not something to do with the mind. It's in the soul." Rex's grin grew broader. "Everyone has two parts, doc. They physical and the spiritual. We Lykans, we can just access both parts consciously. We can send our spirits wandering about, scouting places and looking into things that you can't even imagine. Hell, we can even enter your dreams and plant ideas, twist realities and alter beliefs. Makes sex even better when your body and soul scream for release."

O'Neil was unperturbed. "Interesting notion. Where does this 'Pack' come into it?"

"The Pack is us, doc. It's all of us. Every Lykan. We're everywhere."

****

Rodney: Day 8 since First Contact

Rodney woke with a start.

A scream built in his throat but a firm, large paw wrapped around his mouth, silencing him immediately. Standing around him as he lay on his bed were the six members of the Lykan group. He tried to shout 'get off me' but Fang's firm paw held him down.

"Ssssh..." the big wolf whispered softly. "It'll be over soon. Come on..."

Slowly, the big grey wolf wrapped his arms around Rodney. Feeling the warm fur and the rock-hard muscle beneath made Rodney instantly go hard. While no one was gagging him anymore, he didn't feel like screaming. His nose was filled with the scent of the men around him and his mind was suddenly starting to go hazy.

His eyes fell down on Red who was smiling at him.

"We're meant to be together..." the fox whispered. "I know it." He turned around and lifted his tail, bending forward and exposing his ass. "Be one with me, Rex. Join us."

The other Lykans began chanting 'Join us' over and over.

Despite knowing just how clichéd it was and that he should resist, Rex - no, Rodney! - could do nothing but remove the medical garbs and slowly move forward away from Fang's grip. He prodded Red's ass with his cock, feeling the warmth massage his glands.

His mind rebelled for an instant and he glanced around.

The other Lykans had their huge dicks out of their sheathes. The Akita and Rottweiler were shamelessly stroking themselves, Hunter and Ravage. The rest of the group just stared on intently. Beyond them, however, through the glass of his cell, Rodney could see more Lykans - the same Lykans.

"What's -"

Warm lips wrapped around his and he instantly melted into Fang's embrace. His body moved of its own accord, slowly sliding his cock right into Red's ass. His hands wrapped around the fox's waist and he heard the accompanying moan. Something hot, wet and hard poked his own rear and he knew it was Fang's dick.

But he didn't resist.

How could he?

Here he was, trapped inside a glass cell with six of the hottest guys he had ever met. Forget that they weren't human. This was heaven.

It was probably all a dream but Rodney wasn't going to waste any second of it.

He felt Red's anal cavity wrap around his dick, embracing his cock in such a warming glow that he never wanted to pull out. It was just as Red said, they were meant to be and this gesture of being inside the fox justified that.

But he had to pull out.

He craved release.

He pulled back... and slid his cock back in...

Red moaned.

Rodney was vaguely aware that Fang's cock had gotten closer...

Back... and in...

Little bit closer again.

Fang started licking Rodney's lips, coaxing them open. What little resistance remained in Rodney's mind broke and he pulled his lips open. On some unspoke cue, the rest of the Lykans advanced, running their warm, comforting paws all over his body. He wasn't sure who but someone gently twisted his nipples, sending electric shocks throughout his entire system and driving him wild.

His trusts into Rodney became more faster. A bit of panic shot into his mind when he felt Fang's dick slip up his ass, pain shaking his spine. He didn't want to be mounted. He mounted.

But...

But an idea filled his head.

If he wanted to be with Red... he had to allow this...

It was some sort like a dowry of sorts.

Rodney had to pay with his ass... to get his fox.

And he wanted his fox.

Wanted Red.

Rodney wrapped one hand behind him, pulling Fang straight in. The big wolf growled as they started thrusting in unison. Fang pounded him, while he pounded into Red. Red moaned in pleasure, his cries filling the entire cell.

He wasn't sure how... but Rodney began to understand...

Why the Lykans did this... How the Lykans were in his cell...

These were just projections... spiritual projections of these wild, sexy beasts. They sensed that he would be receptive to them. Most humans weren't but they could be converted given time. But him more so than others.

They wanted him to join the Pack...

... and he was going to leapt in, arms wide.

Rodney felt his cock start to scream and he moaned, his breathing rapidly accelerating. With each breath, he drew more and more of the Lykan's scent. Fang had this overpowering, musky scent that just screamed authority. Red was a smoother, more flowery sort of scent. Hunter and Ravage were sort of similar, Hunter a little more salty in flavour and Ravage more spicy. The red wolf who was rubbing his dick right beside Rodney's leg while licking his armpits smelled of pine needles and was exotically fresh. The malamute's scent stung his nose, appearing a little icy. His cock was shoved right down Red's throat can causing the fox to moan.

Rodney resolved to have the malamute's ass next.

His trusts into Red worked in rhythm with Fang. Along with the slick sounds of the other Lykans stroking themselves off, there was a constant fap-fap-fap sound hitting his ears.

It drove him wild.

Primal instincts took over and a growl rose deep within his chest.

He understood now...

... understood the Pack...

... understood the Lykans...

... and understood that he was going to be one of them.

He roared as he shoved his cock straight into Red's ass and shot his load. Warmth left him from the front as warmth entered him from the rear, Fang also shooting his load. The other Lykans came as well, their cocks racked with spasms as they splattered Rodney completely in their seed, their warm, life-giving seed.

Rodney collapsed back onto his bed, completely breathless and completely coated in the thick, white spooge. He felt accepted... he felt like he belonged...

Fang, who had tied with him, licked his neck, his lupine lips hanging above his ear.

"Welcome to the Pack."

Amongst the six original Lykans, a seventh stood. A big, towering behemoth that pushed past seven feet with huge, busting muscles corded with pulsing veins and thick, golden fur.

Rex smiled.

****

Rex: Day 8 since First Contact

"You are everywhere?" O'Neil asked sceptically. "You expect me to believe that you are capable of projecting your spirit, while completely remaining in control of your body into any space at any time?"

"I don't expect you to believe anything, doc," Rex answered, grinning again. "At least not as you are. You- Aaaaah!"

Rex suddenly threw his head back and made a cry out of agony... but there was a big grin on his face. O'Neil shot to his feet and his two bodyguards made to protect him. However, they just stood and watched as Rex's entire body began to grow in size.

Where once there was an average human sitting in front of them with feral, yellow eyes, an emerging Lykan soon took its place. Private Rodney Fox's form bulged, the firm shoulders exploding in size and stretching the pink skin thin. Thick, purple veins cut through the flesh and wherever they went, muscles bulged and inflated.

Rodney - no, Rex's chest ballooned out, the once firm pecs surging forward to the size of watermelons. A barely visible six-pack forged from years in the military lost all their fat and hardened, growing in size and becoming a highly defined eight-pack.

"Rex!" O'Neil shouted. "Rex! Can you still hear me!?"

"Oh god!" Rex laughed, a maniacal grin on his face. "You wouldn't believe this - urk - feeling, doc! The Pack... The Pack... Aw fuck!"

Rex yanked at the restrains, pulling himself free easily. Sam and Gary charged forward.

"No!" O'Neil shouted.

But it was too late.

Rex rose to his full height of seven and a half feet, grinning broadly as his face twisted and took on the new shape of a pronounced muzzle. His flat ears became covered in thick, golden fur to match his hair, migrating to the top of his head as his entire skull reshaped itself into the visage of a mighty, golden wolf. That same golden fur sprouted all over his body, focusing greatly around his groin and chest, giving him a thick tuft of fur just over those god-like pecs.

A roar ripped through Rex's lips as Gary swung at him with an electrified baton. The massive Lykan grabbed the baton by the electrified rod and threw it aside without so much as hesitating. He spun Gary around and slammed them both against the hard, steel table, Gary beneath the titan.

"Gary!" Sam shouted, surging forward and batting at Rex with his baton. There were short, burst of electricity from the contact that only seemed to spurn Rex further as he pounded his cock right into Gary's ass.

"Sam!" Gary cried, breaking his silence. "Sam! Get out of here!"

"Not without you!" Sam tried to bat at Rex's head. "Get off him you fucking faggot!"

Rex growled as his hand suddenly snatched out, grabbed Sam by the back of his head and yanked him towards himself. Rex's massive lips wrapped directly around Sam's and the massive guard with the tiger tattoo screamed down the lupine muzzle.

Rex pulled away, threw Sam like a ragdoll to the wall and howled.

Panting, the Lykan leapt off the table and shuddered as a large, fluffy, golden tail erupted from just above his rear.

O'Neil froze when he saw the distinct trail of semen pouring out of Gary's ass.

"So doc," Rex said, grinning. "You going to call the guards? Or do I have to make you squeal first?"

O'Neil acted on instinct. He spun around -

WHAM!

And was pinned hard against the door. He was yanked off his feet, legs flailing wildly in the air. He was pretty sure he soiled himself at one point but that was just to accompany his desperate cries and pleas for help.

Suddenly, Rex pressed the doctor against that chiselled chest and spun them both around to face the two bodyguards.

O'Neil watched as Sam crawled over to Gary, grasping the dark-skinned giant's hand in his own.

For an instant... the two locked gazes...

"Remember this moment for the rest of your life, doc," Rex whispered into his ear. "There's no escaping the Pack."

Sam and Gary surged forward at the same moment, their lips meshing with one another. This was no friendly peck. This was the kiss of lovers. O'Neil could only watch in horror as his two bodyguards tore their clothes from one another, their hands contorting and twisting as their nails were replaced with claws and their bodies grew in size.

"But... But it took you an entire day to transform!"

"Takes longer to give birth to an Alpha, doc," Rex chuckled.

O'Neil could feel the big Lykan's lips close to his. He tried to pull away but some strange force was compelling him just to give in... just to lock lips with Rex's and end it all.

No!

"I have a wife and kid!"

"Heh... A son?"

"Y - Yes!"

"Great. We'll go after him next."

O'Neil's eyes widened and he tried to valiantly pound at Rex's chest. Nothing. His eyes darted back to Sam and Gary, both had doubled in size and their faces were now distinctly canine. Sam was starting to look like a husky and Gary a wolf with black fur. Both were panting like wild dogs as Sam mounted Gary, their muscles bulging with each thrust.

"No... Please...

"You don't get it, do you, doc?" Rex chortled, gently licking his cheek. O'Neil whimpered. He could hear the guards pounding at the door but Rex had his back firmly against the metal frame, preventing them from entering. "This is what we always do. Your government allows us to come here. All technological advances of the US? They're because of us, the Lykans."

"Y - You're lying..."

"Earth is our breeding grounds, doc. Lykans are all males. The way we reproduce is we come to planets just like these, fuck the brains out of the inhabitants and turn them into us. We made a deal a while back with one of your presidents. Every couple of years, we'll come down, they give us some nice, healthy guys to screw and then we leave."

"Th - That's impossible! The President -"

"Knows. They all knew."

Rex locked his lips with O'Neil whose eyes boggled.

This was it.

The big Lykan pulled away and threw the psychologist to the ground.

"Why do you think this place is called 'Home', doc? We Lykans, we just want to go home." Rex grinned. "Welcome to the Pack, doc."

O'Neil's let out a silent scream...

... as the nine Lykan spirits converged around him.

****

"Goddamnit!" Lieutenant Warne shouted, taking a seat right in front of Captain Geller's desk. "We lost four good men when that bastard broke loose!" He rubbed his temples in frustration. "At this rate, we'll have to call in more troops from the war... Oh, and we'll need a new head psychologist."

Geller was oddly silent as he stared absently out the window of his office into hanger where the Lykan vessel was docked.

"Sir, this is just bullshit," Warne muttered. "We're trapped in a base full of horny, canine faggots who, if they fuck us, we turn into one of them! Can't we just kill them and get this over with!?"

"There is much we can learn from them, Lieutenant. Our country needs every advantage it can get."

"But at the price of our soldiers, sir? At the price of our own men?"

"Our men are in a better place, Arnold." Geller turned around and picked up a folder on his table. "Now, these are the men I need you make sure are watching the Lykans tonight."

"You trust them not to fuck the dogs?" Warne asked, standing up and taking the folder. He opened it and saw the first name on the list.

Lieutenant Arnold Warne

He glanced up -

... and found his lips engulfed in Captain Geller's.

Slowly, Geller pulled off his helmet... revealing his ears to be covered in thick, greyish-black fur.

Geller pulled away, smiling straight at Warne.

"Welcome to the Pack, Lieutenant."