Lykan Invasion 6: Escape
#6 of Lykan Invasion
Lykan Invasion 6: Escape
Human Population Not Infected: 332, 543
Joshua Crosse could no longer call himself President of the United States. As far as he was concerned, the United States no longer existed. The Lykans had overrun every part of Earth and only a few pockets of resistances remained.
Almost seven billion humans on Earth were now seven foot tall, muscular, horny, male canines searching for those last few humans they could stick their titanic cocks into and transform. The entire human race - a species that had climbed to the top of the food chain and stayed there for more than 2000 years - was now almost completely extinct in the span of three months!
Crosse stood numbly with twelve other people.
Two of those people were his family.
His wife, Renee, and his son, Ashton.
The remaining ten were members of the Secret Service that were spared transformation.
Each and every one of them were wearing a large, glass face mask that filtered the air so that the Lykan pheromones did not affect any of them. All of them were dubious about the effectiveness of the masks, however, since it was the Lykans that gave it to them. But truthfully, they had no choice.
The White House and the last Green Zone in United States of America had been overrun by Lykans. The monstrous canines had long infiltrated the Green Zone and were just waiting to strike. Killington had been the last line of defence apparently. With him and the PsiOps down, the Lykans were simply unstoppable.
A horde of supernaturally strong, fast, psychic beasts capable of transforming the minds and bodies of their victims within seconds. Crosse had watched good men around him fight against both mental and physical assaults as their personalities were twisted into the mould of their sick 'Pack'.
Earth was no longer dominated by humans.
Mankind had lost.
Their fate, however... was still undetermined.
Himself and the remaining members of the White House staff were flown right out of Washington and right back into the deserts of Utah. There was no need for blindfolds. The Lykans wanted them to see everything.
Crosse didn't want to look.
They reached some military base in the middle of the desert but it seemed they were not the only ones to be shipped there. A small shanty town had been built around the base. He saw humans there, guarded heavily by their Lykan counterparts.
He wondered what the Lykans could have planned for them but those thoughts were instantly banished when he saw a Lykan pounding the ass of a hapless, teenage boy. The boy's body contorted and twisted, growing thick, black fur and with muscles inflating into gargantuan sizes. The vestiges of the teenager was quickly replaced by the highly defined features of a man before that too twisted into the horrifying, Lykan image filled with lust.
Images of forced breeding filled his mind.
Were the Lykans going to force them to mate with one another, producing more and more offspring so their race could continue to transform them endlessly?
Was this town some sort of 'breeding grounds'?
He shuddered at the thought.
As they were escorted out of the helicopter, several of the humans in the town looked up. They too wore the face masks but the crestfallen look on their faces was still visible. They all knew mankind had lost.
But Crosse was going to make sure mankind lost with dignity. Not as some moaning, groaning, salivating monster begging for their ass to be torn open by a hulking wolf! He held himself high and marched purposefully along with his escorts.
The biggest Lykan he had ever seen stood a few short feet away, grinning broadly and flanked by two guards. The creature possessed odd, golden fur and towered over all else at nine-feet tall with a build even the gods would be envious of. A thick, drop of pre-cum slipped from his semi-erect, tampering, canine penis.
Crosse grimaced at the sight of the creature.
"Welcome to Home, Mr. President," the creature rumbled in a deep, husky voice. "My name is Rex. I am the current Alpha."
Crosse was in no mood for pleasantries. "Just get this over with, Rex. We aren't your prey to be toyed with. I swear to you, on my last breath, humanity will fight to our last before we succumb to you and your sex-crazed army!"
Rex chortled and turned around, gesturing that he be followed. The guards around Crosse shoved the retinue forward, urging them to follow the Alpha. Crosse followed begrudgingly as they were led into an enormous, concrete bunker.
He guessed the bunker was actually Home, the location where the Lykans would make their landings and where the U.S. Government would give them fresh males to convert. It was almost fitting that this all end there as well.
"You misunderstand me, Mr. President," Rex said, grinning broadly over his shoulder. This is an extension of peace."
"Peace by conversion?"
"Perhaps," the towering Lykan allowed as they entered the elevator. When the massive, steel doors shut and the elevator began descending, Rex said, "We wish you to join the great Lykan Empire."
"Like I said -"
"Not as a Lykan, Mr. President. Oh no, your species is far too valuable as a vassal than as another addition to the Pack."
That was a surprise. "What do you mean?"
Rex's lupine grin grew broader. "The human race has provided the Pack with an incredible resource of knowledge, understanding and evolution. Lykans were originally a nomadic race with little by way of evolution. We were narrow-minded and frozen in our ways. We gave you technology that was far beyond your understanding in exchange for merely thirty or so males to keep our dying race alive for a century or so.
"But, when you betrayed us and we retaliated... well..." Rex shrugged. "You opened our eyes. We learned from your species. Learned how to adapt. Learned about the world. Learned about compassion, love and... mercy." Rex's golden eyes switched to Crosse, making the former President shudder. "You see, Lykans cannot really evolve, Mr. President. At least not initially.
"We simply transformed others into us and we were convinced that we could only transform people of a specific type, of a specific mental state and of a specific race. But now, we are capable of reproducing. We are now capable of evolving like any other species. Where once we had reached the peak of our evolutionary pyramid, now we can transcend even the limits of our minds and reach into others outside of dreams!"
"What are you talking about?" Crosse spat. "Some sort of mind control?"
As far as he knew, the only way a Lykan could get into your head was if you came into contact with anything that was infected. Just a single molecule of their pheromones would be enough for them to dig into your brain and start changing you.
"Perhaps a demonstration?"
Crosse froze. "No -"
Rex's eyes narrowed over Crosse's shoulder... at the President's son...
Ashton.
Human Population Not Infected: 302, 125
Ashton Crosse felt a shiver run up his spine as he gazed deep into those beautiful, golden orbs of the Lykan Alpha. His entire body was assaulted by a powerful, overwhelming warmth that felt like countless, massive, muscular paws were running all over his body, massaging every muscle and bone. A deep moan escaped the eighteen year-old's lips as he fell to his knees, shuddering at the powerful psychic assault.
"Ashton!" his father cried but he could barely hear him.
Other voices were filling his head.
Voices from other members of the Pack.
"Join us," they urged. "Join the Pack."
He every nerve in his body suddenly burst into flames of passion as raw, feral strength flooded through him. A deep, resonating growl sprang from his lips as he reached for the face mask and tore it off. Gasping, he took in the glorious scent of the Lykans, gobbling up their pheromones and feeling his own arousal grow. With a loud cry, he seized his shirt, digging into it with his newly formed claws and tearing it right down the middle.
A grin crawled onto his face as his flat chest began gaining some serious definition. With every breath he took, his muscles rapidly grew. Thick, plump pecs surged upwards as a six-pack of abdominal muscles grew with the increasing heat. Silvery fur pressed out of his pores, lightly covering the large, black nipples that grew hard with the arousal. A moan tore through him as something stirred in his pans.
With a titanic ripping sound, his massive, foot and a half long cock burst free of its confines, surging out of a silvery sheath and connected to a pair of basket-ball sized balls. He realised that his dick was a match for the Alpha's.
And that he wasn't just turning into any ordinary Lykan.
His grin cut across his face, stretching his features as a defined, lupine muzzle began pressing out against his human features. Another moan rose from his throat and he yanked off the remnants of his clothing, sitting nude in front of his parents and a retinue of Secret Service men. He arched his back as the muscles all over his body filled with the raw power of the Lykans. A loud, feral growl ripped through his titanic lungs as he grew to a frightening nine foot height. His feet twisted into the perfect shape for Lykans, paw pads, claws and all.
A loud howl followed his growls as his cock was struck by spasms, shooting fountains of his cum all over himself. The thick, white liquid pooled around him, soaking him in its warm embrace and loving the sensation of belonging he got from the Pack.
He could see them... All of them.
He many were already pulling away from Rex and joining him. Never before had the Lykans been so numerous. Never before had there been a need for more than two Alphas on the same planet. But now... Now they were numbering in the billions!
There was the need for another Alpha.
And while there were two leaders, they were still all part of the same Pack.
"Welcome to the Pack, Ash," Rex rumbled, grinning broadly.
The newly formed Alpha rose to his feet, towering over the cowering humans. He ran a finger across his huge, muscular chest, collecting his semen in a finger and lapping up the salty goo. He loved the taste and was inadvertently stroking his cock as well. He glanced over at the humans, saw the creature that had once been his mother. He was tempted to convert here there and then but the Pack warned him against it.
"An Alpha needs a mate, Ash," Rex said.
"So he does," Ash chuckled. He could sense his mate nearby.
Eyes roving the ranks of the Secret Service men, he caught sight of one, particularly handsome specimen with broad, muscular features and differently coloured eyes, one blue and the other green. He licked his lips and the man instantly took a step back in horror.
Ash pounced, faster than anyone else - apart from Rex - could see he flung around, seized the man around the waist and yanked off his mask before planting his enormous lips directly onto his soon-to-be mate's. He thrust his tongue deep into Brent's throat, coating every inch of that orifice with his saliva. There was resistance at first... but that quickly ebbed.
An Alpha's powers were much more potent than any others.
Especially now with so much of the human population under their control.
Brent shuddered as his body grew, tearing through the suit he wore and exposing a thick mess of black and white fur quickly sprouting all over his body. His muscles bulged against Ash's, nowhere near as big but just as strong, round, plump and juicy. Ash pulled his lips away from his transforming mate and Brent instantly knew what that meant. The growing Lykan fell on his hands and knees just as his tail fluffed out behind him, raising it high and presenting himself to his new Alpha.
Ash instantly began pounding Brent's ass, bringing sickening cried from all those around him apart from the present Lykans. His brothers began stroking themselves, growling lustily and welcoming their new sibling. Ash let loose a powerful howl as Brent reached the peak of his transformation, his mate's cock bursting with semen and the malamute shaking off the last of his humanity.
"Welcome to the Pack, Buddy," Ash growled.
Human Population Not Infected: 291, 043
Crosse fumed.
That was his son!
"You monster!" he shouted, spinning back towards Rex. "Turn him back!"
"I can't do that, Mr. President," Rex chortled darkly. "Besides, I doubt he wants to come back."
That was probably true.
The Lykans brainwashed people as much as they transformed them physically. He didn't want to give up on his own son so soon but he was quickly succumbing to the depression of knowing the human race was doomed to become Lykans.
And... It was his fault.
"If you're going to transform us one by one," Crosse growled, reaching for the mask. "I would rather just get it over with now than let you have your fun."
"Josh! No!" Renee exclaimed, seizing his hands. She was crying beneath that mask. That was her son she had watched transform into a Lykan... The son that she loved.
"You would be wise to heed your mate's advice, Mr. President," Rex chuckled. "You'll miss out on the best part."
"Son of a -" Crosse growled.
The elevator ground to a halt and the instant those steel doors swung open, Crosse instantly gagged.
There had to be hundred upon hundred of Lykans just in the one, massive orgy beyond. A single, long, gangway led from the elevator to another over a pit of writhing, licking, cumming bodies. Howls, growls and cries of pleasure were echoing in the massive chamber. There were loud sloshing sounds amidst the cries and Crosse could see the Lykans were buried chest-deep stick, white semen.
"For the love of God..." he grimaced. "Is that all you beasts do? Fuck each other?"
"And why not?" Rex answered, lifting his hands into the air. "Our semen is out greatest weapon!"
Crosse went rigid. "'Greatest weapon'...?" he repeated. He regarded the mass of Lykans. "Oh my God... This isn't just some sick orgy... You're collecting your semen!"
"We will use them in our weapons," Rex announced. "Another thing we Lykans learned from you humans. War. Invasion. We never realised the potential for our race to grow more than a few cells making pacts with other races to keep the Pack going! Now, we have learned how to invade, use tactics and exploit weaknesses!"
Crosse shuddered as the massive Lykan grinned at him. "And it is all thanks to you, Mr. President. Had you not so willingly betrayed us, we would never have been forced to retaliate. Thank you."
Feeling his blood boil inside of him, Crosse clenched his fists together. "What the hell do you want from us!?" he barked.
"Humanity doesn't have to end here, Mr. President," Rex said, gesturing that they continue down the path. They entered the opposite elevator and slowly drifted downwards into the lower levels of Home. "If, say, I were to offer you a way to escape Earth and find your own planet where you can propagate and rebuild the shattered remains of your civilisation on the condition that when we Lykans come to you, you will give is one half of your total population... What will you say?"
"One half!?" Crosse exclaimed incredulously. He saw his former-son, Ash, smirk at his reaction. "You must be insane! We would never let that occur!"
"Then I suppose you should just take off that mask, Mr. President, because you really aren't in the position to argue or bargain."
Crosse was tempted to do just that.
But... when he thought about it, this was the Lykans giving humanity another shot.
This might be his shot to undo the mistakes he had made.
"Fine... What are you proposing?"
Human Population Not Infected: 200, 001
It had been a hard sell.
The Lykan transport ship could only fit a total of two hundred thousand people. That mean over ninety thousand had to be left behind at the mercy of the canine monsters. Crosse tried to keep things civil but he just couldn't.
It was first come first serve.
Everyone rushed into the transport.
There was enough food and water to last the people in it for several years as the ship transported them to wherever they wanted to go. All of them would be put in stasis sleep until such a time that they approached their destination.
Everyone else... Well...
Crosse shuddered as the doors to the crescent-shaped starship closed. He saw Renee's tears sliding down her face as she waved goodbye. Frank and Davis, her personal guards, were there with her, standing stoically and willing to defend her to their last breath.
They would take good care of her.
He felt big, strong hands wrap around his shoulders, slowly closing in around the clasps of the mask around his neck.
"Don't worry, dad," Ash chuckled. "It's not so bad being a Lykan."
Crosse held his breath as the mask was taking from his face. He wanted to at least see the ship vanish into the sky before he joined the Lykans. That way, when the last human part of him faded, it would be comforted in the knowledge that he had atoned for his mistakes to some degree.
Humanity would live on.
And he wanted to see that closure while he still could.
Ash's large, warm lips closed around his, that long, flat, slick tongue licking at his firmly shut lips, trying to coax them open.
Three minutes.
The average human could hold their breath for three minutes.
Too bad the average human couldn't hold their breath and withstand a barrage of psychic assaults from billions of Lykans.
His entire body suddenly felt like it was on fire. There was nothing more he wanted to do that to tear off his clothes and wrap his arms around Ash, burying himself in that thick, silvery fur. Crosse resisted, turning his eyes away from his assailant. His heart plummeted when he saw the ninety thousand or so humans being assaulted by other Lykans. Some were even being ploughed into by more than one creature, hastening the transformation.
Then the thoughts and memories started kicking in.
He saw the truth...
"No..." he gasped.
The instant his lips pulled open, Ash plunged in, that flat tongue wrapping around his and pulling it towards that lupine muzzle.
"No!" he screamed, pulling away from Ash and reaching out towards the rapidly rising starship. "No! Come back!" he shouted. As he slipped away, Ash's claws tore at his suit, ripping it from around his shoulders and waist to reveal the rapidly growing body and the growing fur.
"No!" he sobbed. "No! No! No!"
The Pack sensed his distress and many Lykan spirits came to comfort him, running their paws over his body and transferring their warmth into him. He moaned as their numerous lips gently kissed his pink flesh. Wherever they touched him, his body changed, becoming more and more like a Lykan with each passing second.
His pants were torn from his waist and he felt a thick, slippery, warm rod press against his tight virgin ass.
"No..." he moaned weakly, his voice deepening and a growl rising from his throat. "Please no..."
His as was suddenly pushed wide open as his Alpha entered him.
He gave a cry of pain, joy and ecstasy as the resistances of Joshua Crosse crumbled. The Lykan in him surged forward, pressing out a lupine muzzle from the human countenance and letting out a loud, triumphant howl. Slowly growing muscles rapidly gained momentum and burst forward, the brown fur covering his entire body save for a silver crest on his chest. His cock merged with his belly just as the rock-hard abs formed and his height reached a full, Lykan 7 feet.
A thick, black, tampering cock pushed outwards with every thrust of his Alpha and within seconds, his knot formed.
Ash let out a loud howl.
"YEEEEES!" Josh cried, his cock jerking in the air as gallons of cum sprang from its tip and banished the remnants of President Joshua Crosse.
He collapsed onto his knees as his Alpha pulled out of him, a grin on his face.
"Welcome to the Pack, Josh."
Human Population Not Infected: 199,999
Davis Monroe opened his eyes.
He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep for and he was still shaky upon trusting Lykan technology but President Crosse had been right when he said that this was the only chance humanity had at surviving.
The former Secret Service agent stepped out from the large, bluish pod as it opened before him, a light mist spilling forth from its contents. The pod was designed to wake them if and when they get to their destination.
Supposedly, there was a planet just a couple of months worth of travelling in the starship from earth that was habitable. The Lykans had found it earlier and it was capable of sustaining life. However, with no actually intelligent life forms on the same level as humans or the Lykans, they couldn't do anything with it and left.
With a grunt, he pulled his nude form towards where his clothes lay. He wasn't sure why they had to go into the pods nude but those were the instructions and the humans weren't about to go messing around with their only hope of survival. He slipped on a plain white shirt and pants that had been provided them by the Lykans and stepped out of the stasis chamber. Countless other humans were waking from their sleep.
He headed out towards the bridge where he saw Frank Quinn already at the controls and looking out a lush, green expanse.
It looked just like Earth only the sky was populated by two, large moons, one red and the other silver.
"We made it...?" he asked softly.
"We made it, Davis," Frank replied, nodding towards the scene beyond the windows of the bridge. "Let's go see our new home."
Davis ushered the humans solemnly towards the ship's exit.
They breathed in fresh air as the massive doors slid open and the remnants of humanity stepped out into the expanse of the planet they would be calling home for some time yet.
Davis knew that, some day in the future, the Lykans would be coming to invade them once more. He hoped that, by then, they would be ready to retaliate. The Lykans were still dumb animals. They had foolishly given the humans access to all their technologies to make this exodus.
All they had to do was reverse-engineer it all and then they'll be able to defend against another invasion.
With these thoughts in his mind, he strode proudly in front of the crowd, breathing in the fresh air.
It was a little odd... The air stirred something in his groin and he was visited by the last images of President Crosse being turned into a Lykan. The President's wife, Renee, had wept on his shoulder when the ship finally left Earth's atmosphere. It had felt so good having her around him.
He bet it would feel even better if he shoved his cock up her -
Davis' eyes sprang open and his heart began pounding hard against his chest.
"Oh no..." he whispered.
Around him... He could see countless Lykans, grinning and slowly advancing towards him. Panic struck him and a realisation so chilling that it froze him in place hit all his senses.
Only two words were present in his mind.
Sex and Colonise.
"Davis?" Frank asked, grasping his shoulder. "You okay?"
He grinned and turned towards his mate.
"Yeah, Fox. I'm great. But call me 'Duke'."
Two weeks later...
Human Population Not Infected: 0
The End