Colony, August 4th 2011, 1:34 PM
#5 of Colony
Warning! This story is intended for a mature audience. The story deals with topics like male on male sex, asexual reproduction, cock vore, transformation, and others. If you are not into those things than stop here! If you are into those things, enjoy!
This is the third book in the series. If you want to read the first and second look for a posted link at the bottom of the story. Thanks :)
Colony, August 4th 2011, 1:34 PM
Patrick grunted as his cocks gushed his special monster making cum into the mouths of the two guardians hanging in front of him. Behind them John was busily fucking their asses with his own massive cocks. Both Guardians had grown to about fourteen feet in height from foot paw to head. Their titanic arms and wings rivaled John's in both size and strength, but neither would ever get as large as their alpha.
As for their bodies though, Pat decided to give them the same set up as his mate. The six limbs on their back side were matched by the six on the front, but the guardians would have an additional purpose in the pack soon. Aside from just guarding the den the Guardians would be the primary caretakers of the soon-to-be cubs of the pack. In addition to their new arms, and a mating sac, Pat gave the guardians nipples that made thick, rich milk for the young of the pack. In addition to the six nips on their pectoral muscles there was also a nipple on each of their twelve abdominal muscles.
A dense coat of shaggy fur grew on the bodies of the guardians covering their chest and stomach in a veritable carpet of shaggy black fur. The fur served as a sort of mane, to distract enemies from the weaknesses in the spiny fur armor that only covered their back and limbs. The fur did more than mislead though, it was also meant to hide the young of the pack and hold them against the bodies of their new and improved guardians. Just like with the other pack breeds Pat reached a natural wall of sorts that stopped him from making many more adjustments to his pack mates. Regardless the two guardians were big, strong, and almost ready to start breeding.
The last and most pleasurable part of their final growth spurt was when Pat forced their huge upper cock to surge forward to about ten feet of tree sized cum dripping muscle. Their smaller lower cocks grew to a hearty eight feet and remained multi-functional compared to the huge upper cock.
"Pat" John said as Mark and Garry slowly stopped changing. "Maybe you should take a break" the alpha suggested, "It's nearly time to feed again" he said tenderly to his mate.
Once Pat had pulled out of the guardians they resumed their usual duties around the den. The cave as a whole was coming together rather nicely so far. A dense carpet of fur coated the inside of the cave walls. It had taken longer to cover most of the cave's surface area, but the fur here was twice as thick and nearly two feet long. It constantly cooled the cave to a chilly forty degrees Fahrenheit, but the cool didn't seem to bother anyone in the pack. In fact it was actually making everyone friskier than normal!
Having made so many drastic changes to the pack Pat was beginning to understand more and more about their alien biology. For instance, it seemed their bodies were able to digest almost anything and everything they could possibly eat. An example was the unique building cum the guardians made. Just from the smell of the stuff Pat could tell it was closer to cement than their usual cum. It even had traces of rock and silica in it. So far he hadn't observed Mark or Garry eating rocks, but it was a curious thought.
John was insistent about feeding his mate. He had hunted alone that morning and caught a sizable deer to feed to his pack mates. Rick and Brian had been less successful, and poor Tony was still learning the ropes. He'd caught some small game, but nothing large enough to satisfy the aching hunger of his three huge cocks. Thankfully his teacher was a decent hunter and Col had caught a deer himself and fed his mate before they returned to the den.
The bad weather that was plaguing the area around their mountain home kept the aliens inside. It wasn't the rain that hampered their hunting plans, but the swift winds that blew off the mountain. It was a long climb up the mountain to the den entrance and a little hunger was worth conserving energy. By now the cum computer Garry had infused with his metal shards had grown large enough to take over one of the many pillars in the huge central chamber. Just like the TV back at the apartment the appliance seemed to feed off the cum that they drooled onto the fur around it when they gathered to watch what the humans were doing.
More importantly though, Garry was able to do some hacking on the new and improved alien computer. Not only was he undetectable on the internet, but his knowledge of the device was rapidly growing. Everything he learned about how it worked was shared with his pack mates when they fed together. It was almost like being able to learn by downloading information from someone else's brain. So far it seemed that the FBI had given up on locating Garry and his lost partners. A new development was keeping the agents distracted from the threat of the missing FBI agent.
Before nightfall Pat cornered his father and his mate, and with John's help made the final adjustments to the hunters. They didn't have much untapped potential for transformation, but Pat knew he would need them to be even more efficient if they were going to feed the whole pack in the weeks to come. Pat started by giving the hunters an extra pair of climbing arms, but also a pair of front arms with hands for manipulating objects. Pat gave them larger wings for faster travel and carrying more cum back home. The instinct to return to the den and sleep with the pack was so strong in the other wolves, that being forced to be apart from the pack was almost painful.
Pat focused most of the hunter's remaining cellular energy into a special broadcasting node that developed on the back of their heads. This new adaptation allowed the hunters to link up with their distant pack mates and relate very simple messages. It wasn't enough to supplement the embrace of the pack and the comfort and pleasure of feeding their pack mates, but it would allow them to stay away from the pack for longer periods of time. Perhaps even days at a time!
Last, but hardly least, was the mating sac that joined the many storage sacs used by the hunters. A new wave of instincts washed over the pack the moment the sacs had formed under the two hunters.
Up until now Pat and John had been secreting a special pheromone that was telling the pack not to mate, but now that all eight pack members were finally ready John flipped the signal and just like a light bulb the other pack members began to feel the insatiable need to fuck and breed. Even Pat felt the urge to mate, but there was something that needed to be done first.
For the first time since the pack had come to their home the whole family unit made their way out of the cave and into the dark and rainy afternoon. The hunters led the hunt with John and Pat close behind them. There was no hitching a ride on John this time, because this time even Pat would need to eat enough to build up his cum reserves while he avoided his mate who was also hunting. Pat would need to be stealthy enough to hunt and hide at the same time. He naturally knew John would be stalking him as soon as he had eaten enough to satisfy one of his instinctual hungers.
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Far from where the pack hunted in the cold mountains of Colorado, in a hot and uncomfortable bunker under the New Mexico desert, Mike Lexington was doing some hunting of his own. Back in his youth Mike had been an army brat, but when the military had flunked him out of training he had followed a different path. The twisted FBI agent smiled as he stalked through the darkened training course set up by his lab assistants with a weapon that made up for all that wasted time chasing a pointless dream.
The Arc Blaster was a weapon like nothing any human had ever seen on the entire earth! Mike had stolen Doctor Jansen's data on the alien cells and some of her samples as well. After injecting the samples into his hand, along with trace amounts of the alien metal, Mike had discovered a way to force the alien technology to bend to his will. The sound of a target popping up from the floor distracted Mike from his thoughts. He pointed the Arc Blaster at the target and willed it to shoot.
A beam of red lightning shot from the device attached to Mike's hand and impacted with the target. The resulting explosion sent wooden shards flying through the air. A few even flew towards mike, but small bolts of lightning vaporized the projectiles before they ever reached him. "God, this think fucking rocks!" Mike said in awe.
Less than an hour later Mike destroyed the last target and the lights flipped on. It took a moment for him to take in the sheer destruction around him. As he stood and surveyed his handy work Doctor Jansen walked through the double doors of the bunker. "When you're through re-affirming your manhood by blowing up helpless targets, maybe you could answer some questions for me Mr. Lexington?" Jansen said as she stepped into the room.
A young man Mike didn't recognize stood beside her. Jansen was a short, but strikingly pretty woman. The man beside her though looked more like a military stock. He was around six feet tall and about two hundred pounds. He had dark brownish hair and from the way his olive drab shirt was stretched across his torso Mike figured he was pretty fit. "Who's your friend Doctor?" Mike asked.
"This is Mr. Adams, he's been contracted by the army to assist my team" Jansen said and smiled politely to the man beside her. "In fact, it was Mr. Adams here that first noticed that we were missing some samples when he was working in our computer system" Jansen said and turned to look at Mike, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"
Mike frowned at the pseudo accusation. "I don't know Doctor, but it sounds like you're accusing me of something?"
Jansen frowned back at the seedy man holding a dangerous prototype alien weapon. At first the damned thing wouldn't work for anyone, but then Mike talked Jansen into letting one of the soldiers she was testing her muscle enhancing serum on try to use the weapon. Like magic the gun had fired! Then, a few days later, Mike was testing the gun himself and with less trouble than the soldier who reported to Jansen. Something was going on, and Jansen wanted to know what. "No" she said smugly, "I just thought you should know" she said and turned to walk away. Mr. Adams followed her, but not before shooting Mike a stern scowl. As soon as Jansen was out of ear shot she looked at her associate, "What do you think Chase?"
"I think we should see that he 'misplaces' some of his own samples" Mr. Adams said and exchanged a knowing smile with Doctor Jansen.
"I was thinking the same thing" She replied.
Back in the testing range Mike cussed as he pulled the gun off his hand. He inspected the skin on his hand where he had first injected the alien cells. A soft metallic sheen covered most of the top of Mike's hand, and the hairs on the back of his hand had turned an almost crystalline white. Not only was the skin changing color, but as he watched, small arcs of red electricity jumped from hair to hair across his hand. Mike pointed his electrified hand at the door Jansen and her damned flunky had exited through and to his delight, a small bolt of electricity arced outwards and struck the door frame. "Damn doctor" Mike said as an evil smile crept across his face. She was still useful for now, but once Mike had everything he needed from her research he would have to arrange a little accident. That would take care of that meddling doctor and her team of military fuckers.
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Pat groaned as his cock finished pulling in his third catch that day. He had already caught two coyote when he had spotted a small black bear. The rest of the pack was having similar successes in the mating hunt, but so far Pat thought he was in the lead. The thick branches of the pine tree Pat was hanging in hid him from the view of the rest of his pack mates while he had been digesting, but for one member of the pack Pat could never hide too well.
John snuck quietly through the trees at a snail's pace. He mimicked both the color of the tree and their smell as well, using his highly specialized fur. John knew his mate would flee if he sensed John nearby. That was part of the whole mating hunt. Sure they were out hunting prey for food, but they were also hunting their mates as well! John couldn't help but growl softly as he watched Pat in the tree above him. Pat was hiding very well, but his five cocks were practically drooling onto the tree trunk and the smell of his potent cum had given his position away. John reached up with his wings and back arms to grab the beta. It only took one short second, but Pat was snared. John really growled as he pulled his mate into his arms and locked muzzles with the struggling beta.
Pat was plenty strong, but John was easily ten times as strong as the beta. He didn't want to submit, but John would have his way whether Pat was ready or not. John dropped to the ground below the pine he had caught his mate in and forced the smaller male under him. The beta barked sharply as John pushed his huge twelve foot long cock into Pat's mating sac. The sensation sent a wave of conscious shattering pleasure to John's mind. His only thoughts for the next few seconds were of fucking that amazingly pleasurable hole below his mate's ass.
John shook the trees with the feral roar that exploded from his throat in time with the explosion of cum that shot into Pat's sac. It took at least ten minutes for John to empty his biggest cock into Pat's mating sac, but the sex had hardly even started! The ear splitting roar was repeated four more times as John fucked Pat again and again with his other cocks. The sound of other wolves roaring and howling their mating calls reached John and Pat's ears as John finished his last explosive orgasm into his mate.
It was time to go home now. John and Pat were the first to arrive back at the den and push through its hidden entrance into the cold embrace of their home. John carried his eager mate to their room in the back of the den. John hung beside the huge column he had created in the middle of the chamber and growled as Pat's long flexible cocks found John's mating sac. Pat didn't bother fucking John one cock at a time, he just shoved all five of his cocks into his mate and worked them in and out causing John to shake the room with his growls and snarls of pleasure.
It was Pat's turn to roar as he exploded into his mate's breeding hole for the first time. John growled a primal growl as he felt his own breeding sac begin to fill with thick potent seed from his beta. The sensation was the most pleasurable and most beautiful thing John had ever felt in his entire life. It was almost like he could feel the life force of his mate shooting into his breeding sac and igniting a tiny fire inside the inferno of his massive alien body.
As soon as Pat finished fucking him the beta relaxed against his mate's furry stomach and looked up and into John's eyes. "I love you so much John" Pat said and panted in exhaustion.
"I love you too Patrick" John said as he hugged Pat with his lower four arms.
The mating continued through the night and into the early morning. The roars and savage growls eventually died down as the frenzied fucking turned to a steady unconscious pumping. The sense that every member of his pack was currently carrying a newly conceived cub in his mating sac made John fill with pride. This was his pack and very soon it would be doubling in size! The thought of cubs made John smile as he pulled Pat into a sleepy and sloppy kiss. John enjoyed the pleasant glow of fucking Pat's ass and sac at the same time through the night. Judging from the grunts and groans echoing through the cavern system he wasn't the only one enjoying the end of the mating hunt.
Inside each member of the pack a new wolf sprang to life. Inside their parent's sac the embryonic life forms began to be wrapped in a thick outer membrane similar to an egg shell, but not quite the same. A thick bundle of cells similar to an umbilical cord connected the egg to the parent wolf and anchored the growing mass of alien life as it absorbed more and more rich cum from the first round of breeding. A small solid bulge began to form in the liquid filled sacs of each pack member as the eggs began to slowly grow larger through the night.
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For the next four weeks the pack was on auto drive. The hunters and soldiers hunted with John to bring precious food back to the other pack members. The mating sacs were constantly being filled with more and more of the life giving cum produced by each wolf's mate. The solid bulge quickly grew to a decently sized two foot ball inside each wolf's mating sac. The egg inside the sac was getting tougher and stronger in anticipation of the moment that its parent wolf would expel it into the cold air of the den.
Inside each egg was the combined genetic information of the two parent wolves. The tiny cubs lacked any of the unique specializations possessed by their parents. Each wolf was distinctly canine in nature with the basic body structure that each member of their race possessed. The cubs had a single pair of arms, wings, and two legs with a long flexible tail behind them. Due to the combined genetic traits of their parents each cub possessed different personality traits. It was these traits that would one day become the foundation of what role the cub grew to fill in the pack. For now though, the cubs slept in the warmth of the parent's sac, dreaming of their parent's daily activities due to the link they possessed through the cord that held them inside their parent's sac.