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Berserker Battalion

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If the hallmark of any successful urban environment was pedestrian accessibility, then the Maple district had achieved it. The sidewalks were double wide and freshly poured. Cross walks were clearly marked with red brick that bisected the black asphalt. Rows of trees separated lanes of opposing traffic, autumn colored leaves rustling in the pleasant cool afternoon air. The rise and fall of pleasant conversation spilled out of Wheatley's Coffee and the clink and clatter of dishes being washed came out of Oskin's Cafe's kitchen. The community was vibrant and eclectic, everyone going about their daily lives... until they weren't.

The silence fell across the Maple district within a moment. It wasn't instantaneous, but nearly. Across the city, in every building, everyone stopped talking. It took another moment for them to stop what they were doing. Cups were set down onto tables and counters, dishes returned to sinks. Every car in the street pulled over to the curb in unison, clearing the road. The quiet that permeated the neighborhood was absolute. For a moment, every citizen stood or sat with a vacant expression, gazing into the middle distance as if they were buffering. A moment passed, then another before every single citizen started moving again.

It was as if they had all remembered something that needed to be done urgently and as if it had come to them with clarity. The few drivers that had aftermarket stereos removed the plates from their dashboards while the rest began fishing in the glovebox for anything that might allow them to pry the radios out of the console. The patrons of the coffee shop began to maneuver around each other with a chaotic perfection that harkened back to an insect colony as they began to remove the computers that acted as cash registers and entertainment centers from the cafe. Swarms of citizens of all ages and genres poured out of buildings, falling into a single line to head toward the electronic store.

The perfect silence of the Maple district began to fill with the sound of alarms as buildings were broken into and cars were stripped of their more precious parts. Tools were delivered to the workers by the neighborhood's children, making the work easier and more efficient. Wagons and wheelbarrows were brought to make collection of the technology faster. Piles of circuit boards, capacitors, diodes and storage media were piling up. Eventually the sirens and alarms fell silent as they were disabled, wires pulled out of the walls.

In a matter of minutes, every vehicle in the Maple district had been disabled. In a few more minutes, darkness fell across the buildings. Only the traffic lights remained, cycling through an unbroken pattern, casting their multi-colored hues on an army of drones that no longer heeded them. Every citizen, every person, every living being in the Maple district was now heading east down the road, pulling wagons and wheelbarrows of electronics if they could, carrying heaps of the purloined materials in their arms if they couldn't. It had taken a grand total of twenty eight minutes from the onset of the silence until the last citizens walked out of the city limits. The Maple district, a bastion of pedestrian friendly urban life, was abandoned. A few of the cars ran until they had no more gas and they sputtered out. Evening fell as the sun set on the city and those that had once lived there.

****

The growl of the army truck had been steady for hours, the vibration jiggling and shaking Dallon to the point that he wasn't sure how many of the tingles were restlessness and how much was from his bones being turned to jelly. His dark blue eyes continued to study the dusty plains stretching out almost as far as the eye could see, though the jagged outline of a mountain range broke up the horizon in the distance. The drab khaki canvas covering the canopy of the truck rippled in the breeze and the furious growl of the engine grew a bit louder as the truck began its slight incline. Dallon glanced around at the two soldiers sitting in the back with him and the other two young men. Dallon was far from being a soldier at five foot eight and a hundred and twenty pounds. His brown hair was shaggy and his face still had a little bit of baby fat that made him look younger than he was. He wore an old, sun faded harvest gold shirt emblazoned with the robotic head of a giant robot anime he'd liked as a kid. His cargo pants had worn enough that several of the pockets had holes in the corners, but Dallon still liked the idea that he could take a lot with him if he had to leave in a hurry, something that many of the refugees understood.

It had been three months since the Wa'eel had begun their invasion. They had started on both coastlines, hitting Los Angeles, New York and Cape Canaveral simultaneously. They seemed to move in surges, fortifying the areas they laid claim to for weeks at a time before their next advance. There had been word that other countries had been struck in the same way, but there was no knowing anymore. The internet had collapsed and radio was a lost art form to most civilians. Dallon had been one of many evacuated from Cedar Point, sent to a refugee center in Nevada. There were a few others in Colorado and Utah, the idea being that remote regions with smaller populations would be lower priority to the Wa'eel. The unspoken consensus, though, was that it was just a matter of time. Still, the offer had come to work for the soldiers and receive extra rations. For Dallon, it was more than just the chance for more food. It had to feel better to do something rather than waiting for the last shoe to drop on humanity.

After hours of driving across nothingness, the truck shifted gears, the mechanical growl dropping an octave, then another. The ground leveled out and Dallon watched barbed wire fences pass by the truck as they headed through a security checkpoint. There were a few buildings, nothing particularly impressive. Dallon also noticed that there were no radar dishes or communication arrays that might draw the interest of the Wa'eel. The truck turned around, giving Dallon a view that scanned most of the rather unobtrusive facility before the truck came to a stop. Dallon's brow furrowed. There were barely enough buildings to house the soldiers, let alone do anything else.

"What are we supposed to be doing out here?" Dallon murmured.

"Maybe we're supposed to count the tumbleweeds for 'em." A soft smirk came from the back of the truck. Dallon grinned, turning to face one of the other refugees. Long, thick dreads framed his youthful sarcastic face, cascading down over his shoulders. The green t-shirt he wore was old, the cuffs squeezing tight around his biceps. Even the relatively silent and sullen twenty year old next to him was smiling from within the shroud of his old black sweatshirt, his pale skin shadowed by unkempt black stubble.

"Or maybe they need some entertainment." The goth said, miming his hand up and down over his groin. The soldiers seemed to shoot each other a knowing look before the truck suddenly shook, the surprise eroding the good humor of the passengers. Dallon's eyes widened in surprise as the truck began to sink down into the ground. Despite the fact that they had driven onto cement, the cement was apparently the surface layer of an elaborate elevator. As the sunlight fell away,another heavy rumble came as heavy doors closed over the shaft above them. There was darkness for several moments before an intermittent recessed light in the elevator wall would ascend past them, appearing long enough to give a sense of depth before disappearing again. Wherever they were headed, it seemed there was going to be a lot more to do than just count tumbleweeds.

****

It had been months since Dallon had felt cool, but everything in the subterranean facility bordered on being cold. The three young men followed the two soldiers from the truck down a narrow hall into a locker room. The banks of lockers were a burgundy red. Most were the size of a breadbox, but every few feet there was a taller one that took up several rows. The soldiers moved over to stand on either side of a door on the far side of the room. They looked at each other, exchanging some sort of silent discussion before, apparently, electing which one would speak.

"Welcome to Ash Flat. You have elected to take part in volunteer work to allow the continued operations taking place in this facility. In exchange for that work, you will be given room, board and provisions. The quality of your work will determine how long you are invited to remain here. Should you wish to take on additional opportunities with the scientific teams operating in this facility, you will be evaluated for fitness." The first soldier introduced, his perfect blue eyes serious.

"Before entering the facility, you will be required to shower and use the provided astringents. Several of the experiments being conducted require sanitary conditions. You will be issued civilian uniforms to wear while inside the facility and your personal possessions will be kept here for safe keeping. Any personal possessions you brought will be inspected, decontaminated and brought to your quarters." The other soldier said, his voice more clear cut and definitive.

"That seems like an 'any questions' moment, right bro?" The dreadlocked young man asked.

"I'm not your brother." The second soldier said before heading back the way they had come, apparently returning to the truck. The first soldier took up position in the corner of the room. The three young men glanced around at each other, then at the lockers, trying to decide which vantage point would offer the most modesty as they undressed and headed into the next room. It was like high school all over again.

****

The shower head above Dallon's head sputtered, hesitated, and then unleashed a torrent of cool water across the young man's naked skin. He gasped a bit in surprise, both at the temperature and at the abundance of water. He stood there for a moment as the dust and grime from his skin ran down his stomach and legs, swirling into the drain on the floor. He reached out to grab a translucent amber bar of soap from a recess on the wall before he started scrubbing it down across his body.

Daring to glance over his shoulder, Dallon caught sight of his compatriots. The more vocal of the two was quite handsome with his muscles and his rather fit ass, but the goth wasn't bad either. In fact, the glint of metal from his ears, left nostril and nipples was quite appealing, as well as the geometric tattoos that ringed his arms and ran down to his elbows. If anything, Dallon felt like the wallflower of the group. He was simply an all american boy with nothing special going on. Even the fact that he was gay hadn't been as much of an outlier in the refugee camp. It seemed people were willing to take comfort wherever they could.

"Any chance you all got any conditioner back there?" the taller man asked, brushing his dreads back over his shoulders as the water misted across his chest, running in rivulets down his shapely stomach. Dallon blushed a little, turning his eyes front and remaining focused on what he was doing. Maybe it was more like high school than he thought, and sporting an erection during his first hose down was not the sort of impression he wanted to make.

****

The shower had been followed with a thorough drying off, blood draw, paperwork and a protein shake. By the time the three had been shown into the briefing room Dallon had learned that the taller of the three was Ellis, that he'd come from Oakland and he'd walked to one of the secondary evacuation points on foot over a hundred miles. Keith, by contrast, had been from Tacoma and had studied botany. If it hadn't been for a field trip he and his fellow students were on, he would have fallen prey to the Wa'eel attack in that area.

"I don't know, man, I really don't think beige is my color." Ellis said, slurping on the last of his second protein drink, draining the foil pouch it had been delivered in. He licked his lips before tugging at the khaki colored shirt with his dark fingers. All three wore khaki tunic like shirts and loose khaki pants of the same color, though there was white trim around the short sleeves. Ellis' dreads had been pulled back into a loose ponytail to keep them a bit more presentable.

"What about you, Keith, is black your only color?" Dallon asked. The pierced young man considered for a moment, his green eyes deep in thought.

"I also like periwinkle." he decided finally. Without the hood, his black hair was shaved into a fade on one side and left long on the other as if a mohawk had collapsed into a loose cascade. It was certainly a lot more interesting than the buzz cuts the soldiers sported. Dallon felt the pang of envy again as he looked at just how handsome they were.

"I think that's the color my protein drink was." Dallon said with a grin, enough to get the other two chuckling until the door finally opened. The three young men looked up as a forty year old soldier moved into the room, his uniform sharp and presentable in comparison to their looser fitting clothing.

"Good evening gentlemen. I am Colonel Gallow, military commander of this installation. While you are here, those you report to will report to me. Your work here will help foster more than just survival. There are projects here that will allow us to begin the counter offensive against the Wa'eel and push back to reclaim our planet. It is with that purpose, that meaning that I want you to infuse into your work." The colonel intoned. Keith's ark eyebrow quirked.

"This hole in the ground has the secret to turn back an alien invasion?" Keith asked. Despite his stone chiseled jaw and stoney expression, a slight smile turned up the corner of Gallow's lips.

"It does indeed... The information remains strictly need-to-know, but if you impress me, you may convince me that you need to know." Gallows said, "For now, though, the sergeant will show you to the commissary where you will be given dinner, then to your bunk room. Those at this facility understand that you are volunteers and not soldiers. As such, performance and aptitude will be rewarded. Any questions you have can be asked of the sergeant and anything that is not classified will be answered. Is that understood?" Gallows asked. Ellis raised a hand to his forehead.

"Sir, yes sir." he replied. Gallows said nothing, sizing the man up a bit before he gave a curt nod and excused himself. As the door shut behind him, Gallows caught sight of another man in his late thirties, one wearing not a uniform but a lab coat. The glare of the computer monitors was shining off of the glasses resting on his nose. Despite his youth, his hair was as white as snow and buzzed short, contrasting with his toffee colored skin.

"Tell me, doctor, that we did not waste all that time on a bunch of nobodies." Gallows murmured. A smile crossed the doctor's lips.

"Oh no, colonel, they more than passed the screening. These three have some of the highest markers of any that we've tested. I know they are the ones... We just have to convince them that they are..." The doctor murmured with barely constrained excitement.

"If that go go-juice you gave them is anything like what you gave the first cohort, they're going to be going at it like rabbits before moonrise." Gallow said.

"I can only hope..." The doctor said giddily.

****

In the refugee camps, space had always been at a premium. Even when the camps were built in the middle of nowhere, there was only so much the supplies could stretch. Thinking about it, only the shower facilities afforded any privacy. By contrast, the space that the three volunteers had been granted was more valuable than the military even realized. They had been given a bunk room that held six bunks and a day room that connected off that. The furnishings were Spartan but reasonable, though a bit drab.

Dallon had stepped out to use the restroom just down the hallway, spending a little extra time in there as well. For some reason, ever since dinner, he'd found himself unusually aroused. He tried to chalk it up to nerves triggering the wrong response. Thankfully his beige clothes were baggy enough that he could hide the tent his cock formed. He exhaled a bit, trying to shake it off before he opened the door to their quarters and stepped inside. It took only a moment for his jaw to drop. Ellis was reclined on the tan pleather couch, one arm draped over the back, the other sliding up and down along the tallest, thickest cock Dallon had seen in his life, slathered in what could only be precum. The taller man had discarded his uniform shirt, his dreads spilling across his muscled shoulders.

"Hey, Dal!" Ellis said with a grin, lowering his free hand to pat the cushion next to himself, "Come sit with me, bro." he invited. Dallon swallowed, nearly choking.

"I..." Dallon murmured, glancing around, "Where's Keith?" he asked. Ellis pouted a little.

"He's in his bunk... We disagreed on where we wanted to play." Ellis said. Dallon's mouth fell open a little.

"You mean he's... doing it too?" Dallon asked. Ellis chuckled.

"Of course he is, we're dudes, aren't we? C'mon, how long has it been since you had a practiced hand on that rod of yours?" Ellis asked.

"Y-you... I mean, you want to... mine?" Dallon asked in surprise. Ellis sighed and stood up, his beige pants falling to the floor as he stepped out of them. His long stride brought him across the room with ease. One hand, the hand that had been riding that long cock reached to lift Dallon's chin so they were looking eye to eye.

"Tell me you don't find me attractive." Ellis said. Dallon's brows quirked.

"I can't do that..." Dallon replied. Ellis smiled a bit.

"More attractive than Keith?" he asked. Dallon shook his head.

"You're like... different flavors of my favorite drink. I can't pick between you." Dallon said. Ellis let out a small whistle.

"And you want us both." he added, "So what's the problem? I'm right here." Ellis said. Bracing one arm on the wall beside Dallon's head, he leaned in, bringing his full lips to Dallon's. The embrace was hot, potent, even steamy. Dallon's lips parted, his tongue plunging into Ellis' mouth. The lips that met his were equally inquisitive, exploring and testing. Dallon knew he would have normally melted into a kiss like that, surrendering to it, but there was something stirring inside of him, something stronger. He reached down, untying the knot on his pants before letting them fall. He pushed his underwear down, revealing his own achingly hard cock. Stepping forward, he wrapped one hand around as much of Ellis's rod and his own as he could, pressing them together. As he started to move his hand forward and back, his other hand reached up to tangle in Ellis's locks, holding him in the kiss.

A slight growl escaped the taller man's lips, but it was clear he liked it. He even shivered a bit as Dallon sucked his lower lip, tilted his head to deepen the kiss and then brushed their noses together. Taking a breath, jerking off their dual cocks with one hand, Dallon moved to bring his mouth down on Ellis's neck. He gave the tender flesh a soft nip, then he began to suck. The pressure brought blood to the surface of the skin, making a dark splotch where Dallon had nipped Ellis. When he pulled back, Dallon's eyes were a bit wide. Ellis was panting for breath, looking at the shorter man with a hunger and need. He traced the tip of his large shaft along Dallon's stomach before he moved back to the couch, sitting down before he scooted forward. Dallon watched as the larger man spread his legs, hiking his hips upward until his muscled ass cheeks parted enough to reveal this dark pucker.

"Fuck me, stud." Ellis said, "Claim me for real." he said. Never before in his life would Dallon have expected that of Ellis or himself, but he walked forward like a man possessed. One hand came down to grab Ellis's sublime, dark shaft. The other moved to caress his muscled thigh. Dallon lined the head of his cock up between Ellis's cheeks and, to his surprise, he shivered a bit as his cock unleashed slippery clear precum. The liquid dribbled down like lube across the skin, giving just enough lubrication before he eased forward. Dallon threw his head back a little, grunting with pleasure as he felt the rubbery ring squeezing around his cock.

Ellis's lips curled in pleasure before he looped one leg over Dallon's shoulder, letting it drape down over his back, pulling him in tighter. Dallon grabbed a hold of his partner, squeezing in more before he held himself there. A heartbeat passed, then two before Dallon pulled back, braced and thrust. The first few movements were a little awkward, but as he went at it, he started to get the groove. As he thrust, Ellis was moaning and groaning. He spread his arms out on the couch, letting Dallon's wrist fly up and down his rod. He was being filled and fondled and it felt great.

Dallon was breathing through his mouth, hips lurching forward and back. It took effort to keep up that pace and before long sweat was beading on his brow and chest, collecting on the soft fuzz growing in under his arms. On the ride into camp, Dallon had looked like any average eighteen or nineteen year old boy. Now his shaggy brown hair was slowly soaking with sweat. The invisible hairs covering his chin were starting to darken.

"Oh fuck... Fuck me, stud!" Ellis cried out, eyes squeezed shut. Dallon panted harder, jaw set in an animalistic expression as he drove deeper and harder. Ellis forced his eyes open, seeing the wild look in the little dude's eyes, grinning wider, "You're so deep, breed me, give me all that cream you have, you animal!" Ellis demanded.

Being prompted to have sex so openly had been surprising enough on its own, but the encouragement and compliments and animalistic power of it all came crashing together in a surprising, blinding orgasm of pleasure that overwhelmed Dallon. His thrusts fell out of tempo as his balls throbbed, his cock spasmed and he began to cum. The first few squirts were loose and easy, but the density began to increase and with it the pleasure did too. Dallon managed to thrust one more time, getting as deep as he could, his mouth hanging open as he came and came and came.

The sensation of Dallon's cock quivering in his ass was heavenly, but Ellis was experienced enough to multitask. He took a firm hold of his own dick, aimed it directly towards Dallon's face and let loose. A slippery spray of pearly white cum traced up Dallon's bare stomach, hitting his chest and chin before it got into his mouth. The salty, musky seed was like Ambrosia. Ellis grinned and grabbed Dallon's head, pulling him down. Dallon's lips spread eagerly around the mammoth cock before him as he began to suckle and savor the semen of his bunk mate.

It was an unsung marvel of youth that the two men could bend themselves into such awkward positions, allowing Dallon to be buried deep into Ellis's ass while sucking his cock off at the same time. Even if their muscles might object later, neither wanted to be released from the pleasure they found themselves in. For the first time, Dallon felt like a fully fledged man and Ellis felt as if he'd finally found someone that could rise to his level. If this was any hint as to the pleasures they'd experience in their down time, any task the military threw at them would be worth it.

****

A short alarm sounded as the heavy industrial doors began to rumble open, overlapping walls of steel receding into the facility on either side. Dal, Ellis and Keith stood in awed anticipation as a cavernous room was revealed on the other side of the doors. While it was the largest open space they had seen in the Ash Flat facility, it reminded Dallon of a variety of underground parking structures. It was more advanced, certainly, with turntables and lifts. A variety of military trucks, jeeps and humvees were situated on the farthest wall in various states of being serviced. It was the vehicle in the center of the room, however, that drew their attention.

"I'd like you all to meet the Growler." A confident voice sounded. It came from a tall, relatively thin man in his mid twenties. It seemed as though he might have once been considered lanky but his arms, shoulders and calves showed off recent muscles. His well tanned, fallow skin was contrasted by his short, dark black hair and his eyelids had a natural darkness to them that reminded Keith of guy liner, though no military dress code would allow such things. His camouflage uniform was in desert tones as he moved up, placing a hand on the matte gray vehicle.

"It's so... unique." Keith commented, looking up at it. The vehicle was stormcloud gray, textured in a way that looked like it had been sprayed down with glue and blasted with sand or grit. The cabin was narrow, going from bumper to roof in one solid, stable curve. Most of the space was the cargo section in the back which was tall, rounded and reinforced. If not for the six high traction tires, it would have looked like a giant metal beetle.

"It's the first post-Wa'eel vehicle we've developed. Chemical engine, limited electronics, hermetically sealed." The engineer said proudly.

"Don't the Wa'eel operate on some... mental wavelength? Wouldn't the driver and passengers still be at risk?" Dallon asked. The engineer grinned a little.

"You are most correct, the aliens can connect mentally to receptive minds. While I would love to tell you more why this is the perfect vehicle for special missions, that is above your clearance level at the moment. You, fine gentlemen, are here to wash the Growler." he grinned. Ellis' eyes narrowed, looking at the second lieutenant's name tag.

"Vera, is it?" Ellis asked, "You want us to wash a car?" he asked. Vera grinned a natural grin so bright it was practically luminous.

"I'm sure you'll fall as much in love with the Growler as I am. Besides, somebody's gotta get the alien goo off of there." he said, "Hoses are retractable under the utility covers." Vera said, indicating rectangular cutouts in the cement floor, "You'll find the rest of the supplies in the closet over there. Good luck, gentlemen." Vera said, bowing his head before he moved off to rejoin the other engineers working on various projects.

"A car wash..." Ellis murmured.

"Would it help if I got my shirt all wet and laid across the hood?" Keith asked. Ellis scowled, gesturing at the high tech vehicle.

"There is no hood, weren't you paying attention?" he asked. As the two moved off to start their work, Dallon lingered a moment, looking from Vera to the Growler. This thing had some way to hold off the mental intrusions of an alien occupying species?

****

As soon as the door to the day room opened, the sound of slurping filled the space. Dal drained the last of the protein emulsion from the foil pouch and tossed it into the garbage receptacle before he peeled his wet uniform shirt from his body. His skin was healthy and vital, but after hosing down the Growler it was positively glistening. The young man tossed his shirt to the side, turned to face the door and fell back onto the couch, spreading his arms across the back. Reclining his head, he took a moment to breathe and rest, letting himself air out.

"Damn..." Ellis murmured, looking at his roommate, particularly the rather thick forest of dark brown hair under his arms. Keith grinned and moved over, all but pouncing onto the couch as he settled in next to Dallon. Realizing he was missing out, Ellis moved over to claim the other side, scooting over until he was hip to hip. Dallon smirked, lifting his head.

"You two didn't get tired of me during our chores?" Dallon asked. Keith grinned a bit, his piercings glinting in the soft cream light of the room.

"After being in the camps, getting a wet shirt contest like that was refreshing. Two fine specimens." Keith said. Dallon smirked.

"You say that now, but I'm pretty sure I reek." Dallon said.

"What, this?" Keith asked, leaning in towards Dal's pits. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he buried his face under Dallon's arm and took a big breath in. Ellis made a whooping sound of excitement and leaned away. Dallon chuckled, but Keith didn't pull back. His face remained there, under Dallon's arm. For a moment he did nothing, but he slowly parted his lips, letting his tongue slip out. Keith drew his tongue up along the wet, thick hair. He let the salty, musky taste blossom across his taste buds before he pressed his face in tighter. Keith began to lick and suck and slurp on Dallon's pit, making the other man gasp.

"Dude!" Dallon asked, trying to lean away. Keith braced himself on the couch, following the pit, his green eyes shut tight as he kept slurping away. One of his hands slipped down to find the erection Dal was sporting - an erection he'd had for several hours already. He shivered as it was touched, then held. Keith's hand squeezed and fondled the mound, though his full attention remained on the pit he just couldn't get enough of.

"Kinky..." Ellis said, no longer trying to feign disgust or any other playful reaction. His brown eyes narrowed a little, "How does it feel?" he asked. Dallon looked up with a half-grin.

"Really weird and really great." Dal said. Ellis nodded at that before he leaned in, placed a soft kiss on Dallon's lips before he slunk down lower on the couch. Dal's eyes widened.

"Wait, you can't be seri-" Dallon gasped as another pair of lips and an eager tongue found his other pit. Now he felt eager, hungry, thirsty lips extracting every bit of his sweat and musk that he had. More than that, they explored every contour of his underarms. It was as if they were mapping out the topography and he understood every tendon, every fold of skin, every bit of flesh that was hidden there in ways he never did before.

While Keith had primed the pump by fondling Dallon, Ellis was the more experienced of the three. It barely took ten seconds for him to blindly unfasten Dallon's pants and tug them down, rewarding all three of them with the deep thwap sound as the young man's hard rod smacked against his firm stomach. Dallon's length was a deep red, so much blood pumped into it for so long. Keith and Ellis entwined their fingers around Dallon's cock, closing their hands as they began to stroke up and down.

If his brain hadn't been so overwhelmed by pleasure, Dallon would have realized his cock had not been long enough to support two hands before coming to the facility. Instead, he slowly leaned back, leaving his arms spread wide across the back of the couch while relaxing his head. His shaggy mane of earthy brown hair draped down the back of the couch and his body continued to glisten, the new sweat of lust adding to the old sweat of exertion. The protein drinks had been forgotten, but the sound of eager slurping still filled the room.

****

Three days had passed... Only three, but the greatest days of Dal's life. It had taken that long for the guilt to start taking root in Dallon's heart. The camp he and the others had come from had been adequate, but it was still a refugee camp. The goal was to keep the citizens alive with no clear goal, no clear end point. It had been an exercise in entropy where everyone got by on mere subsistence. Coming here, Dal hadn't just started to feel alive again, he'd made more progress in his sex life than he ever had before the fall of society - but why him? What had he done special?

Dal moved along the narrow aisles of the base library, dusting. He stopped at the end of one row, using his right hand to dust while his left fingers scratched at the soft brown stubble on his cheek. He'd shaved that morning but it felt like he'd missed a spot. Despite his hands being occupied, his mind was thinking back to the dry, dusty day the soldiers had come to the camp. They had dropped off supplies like always, but that had been the day they gave out vaccines and inoculations. They'd spent longer in the camp too before looping back to make their offer. At the time it had just seemed like a way to break the monotony. Dal stepped around the end of the aisle, unexpectedly colliding with a rail thin man in his late thirties.

"I'm so sorry!" Dal apologized, grabbing the man before knocking him over. Despite the glare on the glasses obscuring his eyes, the grin across his lips was apparent. The scientist straightened himself up, adjusting his jacket. He ran a hand over his unnaturally white hair.

"No need, I'm sure you were... distracted?" The scientist asked, seeming almost hopeful. Dal blushed, nodding before a flash of recognition crossed his face.

"You're the doctor that came to the camp, right?" Dallon asked, "I was just thinking about survivor's guilt I guess. I was wondering why I got chosen for this." he said. The scientist offered his hand to Dallon, revealing that his fingernails were painted black.

"Doctor Iseah Marsh." he introduced. Dallon awkwardly shook the doctor's hand.

"Dallon Reed." He replied. The doctor nodded as if accepting the information.

"You asked why you, but why not you? You're strong, healthy, willing..." Marsh offered. Dallon shook his head a little.

"It feels like I'm missing something still. The colonel mentioned taking part in projects, Vera talked about how the Growler was going to help fight the aliens. There's more going on here and I want to know." Dal said. Marsh bit his bottom lip in consideration.

"The colonel was correct when he mentioned that there was more going on here. You and your friends would be useful in some of those expanded pursuits... but if you cross that line, there's no going back. Your life will never be the same." Marsh explained. Dal was silent for a moment.

"But will it help? Not just us, or the base, but humanity?" Dal asked. Marsh nodded eagerly at that.

"I do believe so, yes. It's our best hope for reclaiming our world." Marsh said. Dal shrugged a little at that.

"How could I say no to something like that?" Dal asked.

****

There was no unanimity in the moods expressed by the three volunteers now sitting in the briefing room. Ellis was slumped in one of the chairs, his arms crossed over his stomach. Keith looked a little flushed, constantly fidgeting with himself. Dallon was the most collected, although he kept looking at Keith and trying to figure out if the lighting in the briefing room was making his stubble look so thick or if he'd really been growing it out that much in just a few days. All three looked up as the door to the room opened and Gallow entered. Marsh followed a few steps behind, carrying documents. As Gallow settled himself, he looked at the three young men with a stern expression.

"All three of you understand that by participating in this briefing, you will be taking part in a classified project and any divulgence of this information to anyone outside of those granted clearance would be a severe tactical risk and will be dealt with accordingly?" Gallow asked. Keith gave a few nods. Ellis only nodded once. Dallon cleared his throat.

"We do, Colonel." Dallon verbalized. Gallow nodded at that, seemingly appeased.

"Go ahead, doctor." Gallow said. Marsh steepled his fingers on the table, looking at the young men.

"While it is a commonly held belief that the Wa'eel represent our first contact with an alien race, that is not accurate. Not too far from here, back in 1947, the United States military found the crash site of an alien vessel belonging to a race known as the Greth. They were xenobiologists studying Earth in the hopes of using its biodiversity to aid them in their resistance to an external threat to their society." Marsh explained.

"Roswell?!" Keith asked, "I knew that shit was real!" Keith grinned. Gallow merely shot him a dark expression before Marsh could continue.

"The Greth had visited Earth several times before, experimenting on our local animals. When their vessel crashed, we were unable to treat the injuries of the survivors. They were barely able to pass on the existence of a threat. We spent the next seventy years trying to catch up to their level of genetic manipulation." Marsh stated.

"So they were attacked by the Wa'eel, and they thought our animals could help?" Ellis asked. This time it was Gallow that spoke first.

"The Wa'eel incursions have not been perfect. We've been able to get reports out of the inclusion zones confirming the few outliers that are not affected by their mental control." Gallow said. Marsh nodded at that.

"Dogs, cats, other exotic pets... As well as the mentally infirm, a portion of the prison population." Marsh ellaborated.

"Are they excluded because they're immune, or because the Wa'eel don't want them?" Keith asked hesitantly.

"A fair question, one we haven't been able to test yet." Marsh said.

"What have you been able to test?" Dal asked. Marsh adjusted his posture slightly.

"Using technology left behind from the Greth, we have identified a variety of genes that we can recombine to create a sort of hybrid, a being manifesting traits that push them well beyond the normal bounds of humanity. Those undergoing those changes would also exhibit different brainwave activity, enough that we hope they would be immune to the Wa'eel's influence." Marsh said.

"So we'd be mutants?" Ellis asked. Marsh's gaze faltered slightly.

"There wouldn't be any transforming back. It's a one way trip, I'm afraid." Marsh replied.

"And... it might make us as crazy as psychos and criminals?" Keith asked.

"Crazy might not be the right word, exactly... The desired outcome would be inspired by the ancient legends of the berserkers. If the test subjects were able to channel dissociative episodes towards the enemy, to take out the Wa'eel coordinator in an area, the citizens under its influence would be released. The number of Wa'eel is incredibly low compared to the amount of territory they control." Marsh said. Dallon had leaned back in his chair, contemplating. Ellis looked at him, reaching over to punch his arm.

"Are you really buying all this? It sounds like a crackpot idea to make everyone feel busy as everything crumbles." Ellis murmured. Dallon turned to look at him.

"If we don't try to do something, how many more days do we have left to wash cars, dust shelves and move crates back and forth?" Dal asked, "I found something special here, with both of you. I don't want to lose that, and I don't want to have everything end just because we didn't try." Dallon said.

"I do have to remind you that-" Marsh was cut off by a stern look from Dallon.

"I know, there's no going back, no guarantees about anything. There's probably risks just in using the gene stuff since it's taken you almost a hundred years to crack it, huh?" Dallon asked. Marsh nearly wilted before he nodded. Gallow, however, merely stood back up.

"It seems you have a full tactical assessment of the situation. If you decide to proceed with the operation, you will report to Doctor Marsh's laboratory tomorrow at 0900 hours. If you do not, you will not be allowed to leave the base until another group of candidates are identified and offered the same chance. Think hard." Gallow said before excusing himself. Marsh gave a meek smile to the others as he stood, collecting his things before he excused himself as well. Ellis pushed himself up in his chair, looking almost furious.

"Under house arrest if we don't comply." He grumbled.

"It's a very nice house to be arrested in..." Dallon said.

"Even more time to fuck each other..." Keith said dreamily. Dallon shook his head at that.

"I want to do it. More than that, I think we need to. All this stuff about genetics, and they took blood samples at the camp, remember? If we're the candidates, I don't think they would have just bought three here if they had more choices. That means if they're going to try this again, they have to go to another camp. I don't think we have that much time to spare. There hasn't been an incursion on the news for a month or two. The Wa'eel are probably getting ready for their next expansion." Dal replied.

"Dissociative episodes..." Keith said softly, "What if we lose ourselves to this?" he asked. Ellis said nothing, looking at Dal. Dal let the question weigh on him for a moment before he shrugged softly.

"We do nothing, we die eventually or worse, become drones to the Wa'eel. We do something, lose ourselves to this berserker battalion or whatever they want to call it, but we help and other people don't have to be drones. Maybe, just maybe, we give it a try, it works, and we find a way to have our happily ever after. I figure two out of three aren't bad choices." Dal said. Ellis exhaled slowly.

"At least we have until tomorrow morning to make up our mind. I want to make the most of our night together. We have at least half a dozen other positions to try." Ellis said, winking at Keith. Keith nearly crumpled at the thought, cuddling up against Dallon's side. Dallon reached an arm out, curling it around the goth boy to hold him close. That idea did seem particularly agreeable.

****

It hadn't been so long since the invasion began that Dallon had forgotten what movies were like, but it had been many months where he'd only been able to see them on cell phones, tablet screens or crudely projected on sheets pinned up in refugee tents. He couldn't help but think of superhero movies when soldiers bravely volunteered to become the next generation of defense... except that he wasn't a soldier. Dal and his friends had weighed the options over night before coming to the inescapable conclusion that there was no other choice. Still, it felt odd that out of all the soldiers on base, only they were compatible. Perhaps they'd be given the training they needed in time.

All three young men had stripped down to boxer shorts. Keith had expected some sort of hospital gown but the nurse had stated it would only get in the way. They had been given what amounted to an inclined backrest rather than a bed, keeping them upright but allowing them not to have to support their entire weight. Several vital sign readers had been attached to their chests, their fingers and their foreheads. The most invasive aspect came from the hepburn lock on their wrists, held in place with stretchy tape. Two tubes ran down into the lock, connected to an IV pump.

"Not exactly the sort of job you expected to sign on for, huh?" Ellis asked with a grin from where he was propped up. Keith gave a mischievous grin.

"I don't know about you two, but this is exactly how I pictured we'd wind up." he said. Dallon couldn't help but laugh at that. On the other side of a two way mirror, Doctor Marsh was taking notes and making last minute calculations. Gallow was stern faced, looking out with professional detachment.

"You're sure it'll work better this time?" he asked. Marsh looked up, his eyes peeking over the rim of his glasses.

"Y-yes sir, I'm absolutely sure..." He murmured. Gallow turned his head to regard the scientist.

"It better. We don't have enough resources to keep trying, and we certainly don't have enough time. I will not go down in history as the man who spent his last few months on Earth as a rational thinking human turning young men into mindless monsters." Gallow said. Despite the colonel's advantage on him in size, Marsh seemed to straighten up, getting a bit of backbone.

"If you'll forgive me, colonel, that's exactly what it's going to take to get our world back. The only difference is that these will be mindless monsters you can aim towards the enemy and get results." Marsh said. Gallow said nothing, his lips merely shifting into a slight frown. Marsh reached over and pressed the com button.

"Proceed to phase one." he ordered. In the room, three med techs advanced, each one carrying a pair of IV bags. One was a rich amber color like liquid honey. The other was green and translucent like brackish water. Neither seemed like the typical medications one would receive intravenously. The bags were hung up onto the pump stands and the tubes were connected with a faint popping sound as the IV membranes were broken.

"Syncing pump ratios." Marsh added over the intercom. The screens on the machines lit up as they were calibrated.

"Clear the room." Gallow's voice came, eliciting a fast response from the med techs. They got out of there, sealing the door behind them. There was a faint hiss and Dallon felt his ears pop. He worked his jaw, trying to recover.

"What was that?" Dallon murmured.

"The room is under negative pressure... Reduces the risk of anything going from in here to out there." Keith murmured. Dallon was about to voice a concern when he noticed that the IV pumps had already started. Drip by drip, the two colored liquids were flowing down the plastic tubes, passing through the pump, another length of tubing before being delivered into their left wrists. For several moments, Dallon didn't feel anything... until he did. At first it felt like he'd been dipped in peppermint oil, feeling a cool tingling sensation that spread up his arm, then out across his entire body from his heart. The cool sensation began to heat up though, feeling like cinnamon, then like liquid sunshine.

"This stuff has a kick..." Ellis murmured, breathing a bit harder. Keith nodded, already starting to have beads of sweat form on his brow. Dallon had no comment for that, however, as he felt himself growing aroused. It wasn't as if he'd gotten a nervous hardon, or even as if he'd been watching porn and indulging himself. It felt as if it was the richest, most natural, most complete arousal of his life. Blood flowed into his cock, allowing it to swell and stretch, hardening and thickening. Even in the baggy pants, he watched the tent rise before him.

With the erection mounting before him, Dallon felt other parts of his body waking up to the new reality. His nipples stung slightly, then ached. The little nubs pushed their way forward before hardening. Even his areola stiffened, turning the ache into a needy throb. Next came the tight muscles of his sphincter as the flesh seemed to pulse, growing firmer and stretchier at the same time. Without thinking of decorum or even the fact he was being observed, Dallon's hand shot out to the mound before him. His fingers curled around his shaft over the fabric, squeezing and kneading it. He began to breathe through his mouth as he fondled himself and was rewarded a dozen times over with wave after wave of pleasure.

Hearing the soft moans and grunts from Dallon, Keith nearly wilted. His own cock was aching with need and he couldn't help but indulge. He brought his pants down and was rewarded by the pale, pierced shaft before him. He grabbed a hold with one hand and started to jack off, letting it rise and fall... but it wasn't enough. Despite the IV hooked up to his left wrist, he brought it over as well, using both hands to work his meat.

In between the two, Ellis was panting harder and harder. His nostrils flared as he smelled a change in the room. It was subtle at first, but it was there... Salty, alkaline, spicy, savory. It was the smell of too many men confined in too small a space for too long. It was the smell of sweat and funk, the smell of sex and marinated masculinity. It was the smell of heaven. Ellis drew his pants down as well, grabbing a hold of his meat, jacking off with fervor.

Hearing the sound of flesh on flesh and the uneven fap-fap noise of their wanking, Dallon's chest filled with the pheromones flooding the room. How could he not join them, his brothers? He tugged his pants down, his eyes dropping to see the largest, hardest, most handsome cock of his life... And as he gazed at it, it seemed to grow in response. The skin was stretched tight, so tight that every vein pulsed gently with his heartbeat. Still, it grew... It stretched and strained past six inches, then seven. Even as it grew longer, it was spreading wider. Dallon licked his lips, bringing his hand down, curling his fingers around it.

There was a surge of pleasure that nearly shorted out his synapses. Dallon lost himself, his hand rising up and down in a blur. He jacked off hard and fast. It was almost as if physical activity was pushing his changes on faster, and in a way they were. The accelerated heartbeat was cycling the sickly sweet chemicals through his system, delivered drop by drop from the iv. Dallon's boyish good looks began to darken as bristles of new facial hair began to push out of his cheeks. Each strand barely had time to be stubble before it was long enough to be considered a short beard. It covered his upper lip, his cheeks, his chin and his jaw. It even traced down the front of his neck, surging well past where good grooming and etiquette suggested.

Sweat soaked Dallon's stringy hair, the mane sinking down to the nape of his neck. He could feel new leg hair brushing against the legs of his pants, matching the dense forests erupting from his forearms. The most surprising shift of all, however, came from how sensitive his armpits were getting. The hair had been growing thicker there since they arrived on base and now it was coming out in long, thick, absorbent plumes. The skin was tender and the pores were changing. Dallon added his second hand to the first, finding ample room as his cock pushed past twelve inches in length. It wasn't just firm, it wasn't just hard... it felt as if it was changing internally. There was something inching its way up his shaft inside, harder than blood and tissue, as hard as bone.

He was a lightning rod and Dal never wanted the storm to stop. He jerked off frantically even as he felt his humanity ebbing. It was heaven, it was oblivion. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back against the table. He winced a little as his hearing became insular and muffled. He no longer could hear Ellis and Keith, only his own heartbeat.

The sides of Dal's head burned, the skin tender. The reason why was visible on camera. Marsh was watching with bated breath as all three subjects were reabsorbing their earlobes. The ear canal had filled in and the now useless ribs and ridges of flesh were melding back into the skull. The space where they had been remained bare for only moments before new hair follicles formed, filling in the space. The inability to hear did not stop the men from moaning and groaning as they jerked off. A steady geyser of clear pre began to slide down from Keith's cock, messily dribbling over his fingers and running into the fabric of his pants.

Ellis's face tightened as he felt things shifting and wriggling inside his skull. It was like something was worming around in there, shifting and changing directions. As much as he wanted to be concerned, how could he be? His cock was now over fourteen inches long. The rate at which it was growing was so fast that the skin was as tight as a drumhead. The pressure was so strong, in fact, that it had pulled the round head of his cock down flat. The member had been blunted, the tip a little wider than the shaft.Doctor Marsh knew the subjects were not in a position to think, but he could appreciate the animalistic symmetry that the subject was now hung like a horse in more ways than one.

Dallon's sweaty hair ruffled as if on its own, shifting atop his head. Long tresses moved, hairs shifting as something began to wiggle its way up. The two triangles of newly forged flesh were bare at first, the skin only a few shades darker than Dallon's own. As they rose out of his skull, however, dark fuzz pushed out of the back until it was velvety fur. The new ears twitched, the near ear canals cementing themselves inside of Dal's head. The sound of the room came rushing back in, full of moans and snorts and grunts. It sounded like perfection. There was also another sound, a strange whirring noise. Dal forced his eyes open, seeing three long tubes dropping from the ceiling.

"The next phase requires a steady stream of protein and carbohydrates. Please drink from the provided hoses." Doctor Marsh's voice crackled from the speakers. Despite the eagerness for all three to comply, none of the men let go of their dicks. They merely repositioned their heads, tipping them back, opening their mouths wide until they found the hoses like the world's largest straws. When all three had achieved their objective, Marsh pressed a button. A thick slurry of creamy white emulsion came rushing down. When it erupted into Dallon's mouth, it tasted of milk, of salt, almost like liquid butter... but it was so much more. It made his stomach rumble in hunger and he began to gulp the goo down. Every swallow was empowering, especially as his super charged body began to digest the fuel and to use it.

What had already seemed like rapid growth only intensified. Dallon shivered as a bushy, rugged brown beard tickled its way down his throat until it began to brush his collar bone. The cock in his hands was swelling larger and fatter with each thrust. As his hand rose up and down, he felt a portion along the middle that was harder, swelling out into a medial ring. Every time Dallon's chest rose with breath, it did not sink back to the place it had started, rising a little higher each time. It had taken only moments for the protein slurry to fill his stomach, then only a few more to overfill it. His boyish figure was compromised as his stomach began to round and swell, though it wasn't merely fat or the product of overfilling. A thick web of muscles curved over the belly, making it firm and strong. Dallon's pectorals tingled and throbbed as well, firming and filling like meat balloons.

Equipped with new velvety black ears, Ellis looked like the cat that had gotten all the cream. He lifted one muscle bound arm behind his head to use as a pillow even as he chugged the protein cream down. The raised arm revealed the forest of oily, sweaty hair under his arm pumping out his mutant pheromones. His other hand rose and fell along the mammoth seventeen inch cock rising from his lap. As he indulged himself, his balls continued to gurgle as they grew warmer.

Keith shivered a little as his fingertips stung. The black enamel that had long since coated his fingernails was cracking and chipping, but as it fell away it revealed more black nails beneath. They grew out, curving and sharpening, extending and pulling back as if Keith could retract them. The goth's monster cock began gushing even more of the clear precum, sending it running down until it landed on the soft black fur growing out over his enlarged, swollen balls. He wriggled his hips to the left, then the right, making room for the fuzzy nub of flesh that peeled free of his pelvis, snaking its way down as it grew into the start of a tail.

In the observation room, Marsh couldn't help but get excited by his own success. He felt his own hard on pushing against his pants, though he kept it professional. He charted numbers as fast as he could, but everything was coming so rapidly. Each of the subjects had added on over a hundred pounds of mass in mere minutes. The tables acted as scales as well as charting their height increases. Ellis had already had to shift his arm twice as he packed on inch after inch. Each of them sported a dense, medium length beard and were growing hair and fur in places no human found typical. The curls of hair spreading across Dallon's shoulders looked like a mane.

If one was drowning, one rarely took in the scenery other than looking for the surface. The fleeting thought occurred to Dal but was quickly dismissed. If this was drowning, he didn't want to be saved. Each of his testicles was now the size of an acorn squash, housed in a furry brown sack. He felt the wriggling furry tail slinking down between his legs underneath the mass, but his focus was entirely on the twenty inch horse meat that was his cock. His face twisted and shifted into expressions of pure lust even as his sinuses popped, his cheeks cracked and his entire face felt as if it was made out of molten cement. The angle of his nose shifted, as did his upper jaw. Little by little, his face pushed forward into a small muzzle. The increased real estate made enough room for his teeth to stretch taller into sharper points.

Ellis writhed, then almost grunted as his face expanded as well. His dense, dark beard blended the muzzle to the rest of his face, though soft downy fur began spreading out across his neck where the beard hadn't grown in. Keith was practically fucking the air in the room, his now shapely and rounded hips pushing off the bed, his knee length black tail wagging, his two foot long cock wobbling. Despite being military grade, the table groaned slightly under the stress that Keith was putting it under. His constant thrusting had built a sympathetic vibration that was making it shake and lurch. The effect was only magnified by the fact that each time Keith thrust, his mass was increasing.

Loud, audible gurgles came from Dallon's stomach as it slowly grew rounder and fuller, bloating outward. It was not fat, not exactly. It was firm, muscle bound, but still a belly. It was as if his stomach was storing the protein slurry for when it might be needed. It jutted out from beneath his full, plump pectorals that were equally a mixture of mass and muscle. While harder to see beneath the thickening fur on his upper arms, his biceps and triceps were dense and firm, throbbing with vitality. Still, it was hard for anything to compare to the now two and a half foot long cock rising from his groin.

Marsh was working with a feverish pace in the observation room. Four hundred and fifty pounds of muscle per subject, pushing well over seven and a half feet tall. The serum bags were depleted but the slurry was still coming down the long hoses. The creatures drank from them like the world's largest calves suckling from their mother's teats. Marsh blushed slightly as he realized why the particular image had come into his mind just as Ellis winced slightly. Even as the dark furred man's muzzled lips twisted in discomfort, whiskers began to poke out of his fur lined cheeks and grow longer. The whiskers weren't the source of his pain, however.

At the base of the tilted platforms, Ellis's enlarged feet had started to twitch, pop, and even snap. The toes had grown blunter and fatter, sporting a layer of fine fur that raced across the sharp angles of the oversized foot. The nails darkened rapidly, fading from ivory to ash and then shadow. The skin at the edges grew puffy before it began advancing, closing over the top of the toenails until only the edge was visible - but the edge was sharpening. It grew thicker, narrower, rooting deeper into each digit. As Ellis shifted, the claws pressed outward, curving ever so slightly like refined katana blades.

Thick calluses formed on the base of his feet, intersected by the downy black fur until he had formed paw pads. Ellis wiggled his toes once more, getting used to their girth and strength. Keith and Dallon had been squirming just as much until their own monstrous feet settled and finished their mutation. Their breathing soon returned to normal, their hands working their mammoth cocks as they slurpled and drank their special emulsion. They were magnificent beasts, enormous, furry, dangerous, and a true blend of countless species... But Marsh knew it wasn't over. Once more he felt his own loins stirring with envy as he watched the three young men, the three beasts. Such colossal cocks deserved to be matched by equally powerful testicles, and the circulating serums had done their work.

At first the growth was subtle, taking their balls from the size of winter squashes to small pumpkins, but they started to grow much faster now. What had been moans of pain and discomfort were now moans of lust and pleasure. Dallon's eyes were squeezed tight, his animal ears pressing flat against his unruly hair as he felt a pop on his cock as the median ring nearly doubled in thickness, the head completely flat and equine in shape. The veins throbbed, but it was all a prelude to what was happening down below. His furry sack rippled as his balls grew and grew. Deep inside his pelvis, his prostate had not only grown larger but divided via mitosis. There was an audible churning as his semen production went into overdrive.

The entire process had been a constant process of more, more and more... but Dallon's thoughts were coming fewer and farther between. He'd stopped comparing his sensations to anything, trying to relate to what was happening, or even reflecting on it. He'd sunk deep into the sensations alone. He could barely ascribe words to it, except... that self stimulation wasn't enough anymore. He needed more. His nostrils flared, now darker and rubberier. His lips parted, revealing feline-like fangs inside his lips. His chest rose and fell. He smelled men, he smelled his partners, he smelled his sluts...

Dallon pulled against the table, feeling the restraints. He growled, snarled, and then pulled harder. The table groaned in desperate resistance before there came the clank of breaking metal. Dallon shook free of his table, licking his lips as the feeding hose fell away. He stepped down, his large feet silent as the paw pads set down on the cement. Marsh quickly hit a release trigger, allowing Keith and Ellis' restraints to come off without having to be broken. Looking at the two of them, Dallon's primitive mind found Ellis first. If anyone was going to be a threat to his authority, it would be him.

Dallon moved with a speed that belied his massive size, and a relative quietness. Ellis yelped as he was pulled from his feeding hose, sent spiraling into the room. His hooves braced, sliding to a stop as he turned and snarled in defiance... but the snarl died on his lips. His eyes opened to see the largest, most handsome, most masculine creature he'd ever seen... and sporting the nearly three foot long cock before him, Ellis knew that this was not someone to fight, but to love. Ellis began to drool into his long beard, panting harder. His cock, too, began to dribble pre easily and audibly, sending a splatter of the liquid goo to the floor.

The alpha, for that was what Dal knew he was, moved forward. He reached up, the tips of claws emerging slightly from his fingertips as he pet Ellis' beard and caressed his cheek. He leaned in and brought their muzzles together, tilting his head to align them. There was only a moment of hesitation before their tongues swerved frantically wrestling, batting and twisting together. The two large bodies came closer, their long cocks rubbing together against one another. They were like magnets, drawn and connected. Their hearts fell into unison, beating at the same time so the veins on their shafts pulsed together.

A soft almost whimper came from Keith as he stumbled off his bed. He stumbled over to the other men, sniffing and sorting, moving his nuzzle to nose his way under Dallon's arm. He rubbed his face against Dal's pit, sniffing and licking and slurping. One of his hands worked his huge cock still, but the other reached to caress Dal's muscled ass cheek, to feel its curve and contour, to dip his fingers towards his alpha's hole. Dallon grunted happily at that before a devious expression crossed his most inhuman face. Without words, he seemed to relate his intention to Ellis.

Keith yelped with surprise as he was torn away from Dal's pit, but in moments he felt the broad, hot, flat head of the alpha's cock pressing against his mouth. He opened wide to accept it, almost unhinging his jaw for its supreme girth. A shiver ran down Keith's spine from his mane to his tail as he felt an equally large, equally hot cock nuzzle its way between his own butt cheeks. His large, inflated rubbery black hole seemed to dilate as Ellis pushed forward, welcoming it. Despite being primed for such things, though, it was still a bit of a stretch as Ellis began to push in.

The room was full of muffled snorts and grunts. Dallon and Ellis began to move forward, spearing Keith from both sides. Keith's clawed hands went up to grab and fondle Dallon's clock, forgetting his own monster between his own legs. Ellis grabbed onto Keith's hips, holding him in place. Inch after inch went in and soon the men were grunting and growling, thrusting and going at it. They moved like well oiled machines, falling into a natural stride. It only took a few moments of their love making before the observation window began to collect humidity, fogging up at the edges ever so slowly. While there were no thoughts in Dallon's head, there were sensations.

This was good. This was right. This was... almost enough. Dallon bore his fangs and thrust harder, feeling a satisfying surge as Keith tilted his head up enough to align his newly stretchy esophagus and Dallon could really deep throat him. The three were going at it hard and fast, but the excitement was too much for Keith. He felt more fulfilled and complete than he ever had before and soon his huge cock began to send out jet after jet of his salty, musky, inhuman cum all over the floor.

It was just as thick and rich as the slurry they'd been fed from the tubes, but naturally produced in the enormous balls that swung beneath his legs from the rapid fucking he was getting. Smelling the release of cum, Ellis grunted, growled, and then howled out as his own cock began to unleash the same potent mix deep into Keith's ass. His tail puffed out in exaltation, his nostrils flaring, his irises constricting to mere slits. His body was rigid with pleasure, but none of that matched what was happening to Dallon. Dal had been so mild mannered, so meek, so much of a wallflower... but here he had risen to the top. He was the tallest, the biggest, the strongest. These were his men, his mates, his sluts. They came at his pleasure, and he was very pleased.

Dallon bore his fangs again, his ears going flat against his head. He grabbed onto Keith's skull to keep him there as he suddenly came. His balls felt like two massive generators, his cock a lightning rod. There was a crackle of energy, the rush of an ocean, and then a fire hose of semen being emptied out into Keith's throat and stomach. Keith made a muffled sound but began to obediently gulp and swallow, his own muscle gut swelling fuller and fuller, bloating rounder from the massive load he was accepting.

Even with as greedy and hungry as Keith's body was, it wasn't long until the backwash of cum was pouring down his tail and legs, overflowing from Ellis' load. Likewise, the cum began to gush from the edges of his lips, soaking into his long, thick black beard. The three had embraced their transformation, coming into their own. In the observation room, Marsh leaned back in his chair, panting to himself as a wet spot spread across the lap of his slacks. He leaned his head back, basking in his own afterglow. His boys were perfect, supreme and complete. At the back of the room, the colonel grimaced. They had already proven before they could make men into monsters. What they still had to see was if they could put those monsters to good use.

****

In a strange way, it had been remarkable how fast the environment had changed when the humans had ceased their normal activity. The air was far cleaner, the city far quieter. The light had an almost blue tint to it so early in the morning. Weeds had started to grow in the cracks and crevices of the roads and spider webs were collecting in the buildings. The human drones were resting in the collection center, preparing for another day of activity. The Wa'eel commander was taking a moment to herself to appreciate the calm.

Long translucent limbs stretched out over the organic console before her, pressing bone like buttons to enter commands to the relay. It took only a small amount of her brain power to suppress the dreams of the humans when they were asleep. It was a much more aggressive task to do so when they were awake. Eight multifaceted black eyes glistened from inside the milky translucent squid-like head atop the multiple limbs. Even the console seemed like a strange sort of tumor, having grown itself in what had once been a roundabout in the center of town. Boney arches had sprouted up over the console like some sort of alien gazebo, a clear membrane offering protection from rain.

It was a modest position, but it supplied everything the coordinator needed. From there she could direct this region of Earth and help her drones prepare the next expansion. One boney appendage stretched out to press a key before it stopped, hesitating. The Wa'eel did not have ears, nor mouths. It was hard to describe how she sensed the movement, but her head turned, her eight black eyes widening as she saw movement she had not herself conducted. A massive vehicle rolled down the road, turning around the street corner before coming to a stop. There was a flash of concern, of stress, of anticipation. Across the city, thousands of the human drones began to wake and rouse, summoned to the coordinator's position. She slowly rose up to her full height, an impressive twelve feet tall.

The most baffling thing about the vehicle was that it lacked an electromagnetic signature. She should have felt it coming from a mile away, but it had rumbled right up to her. Leg after leg depressed into the overgrown grass of the roundabout, then clicked onto the cement as she approached the vehicle. Her gangly, ethereal body stopped as there was a pop and a hiss on the vehicle. The back hatch dropped open, the beetle-like craft unleashing its cargo. The three beings that emerged were large, almost lumbering. Their fur rippled in the wind, ears quirked and tails ruffled. Dark eyes settled on the Wa'eel coordinator.

The alien focused her attention on these animals, reaching out. Her eye ridges twitched as she concentrated and focused. There were faint glimmers, twitches of thought, but nothing to get a hold on, nothing to latch onto, just raw and pure emotion.... Anger! Hatred! Rage! The Wa'eel recoiled slightly as Dallon and Ellis started to growl and snarl. Keith flexed his hands and long claws emerged, his compatriots doing the same. The alien tried one last time to snare their minds, but as they started to charge at her, she turned and began to flee. Even with her long strides, it only took half a block before the beastly berserkers were on top of her, tearing her gangly body down.

All across the city, in the early dawn light of a new day, the dusty and disheveled human drones ceased their synchronized approach to the roundabout. They stumbled and staggered, each going in different directions as a flood of thoughts, emotions and sensations came rushing back to them. It was as if a sticky fog had been cleared from their minds and the glacial cool waters of their own sensations came rushing back to them. Some began to wail and sob in horror at what had happened over the last few weeks. Others began to laugh, to cheer and celebrate that their oppression had come to an end. It was only the few at the farthest edge of town that were frozen in shock, seeing the massive animal creatures that had taken down their task master, returning to the strange military vehicle and disappearing inside it as it began to roll away.