Colony, September 2nd, 2011, 6:45 A.M.
#7 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, September 2nd, 2011, 6:45 A.M.
Chase groaned as something huge and hot shifted behind him. Memories from the night before washed over him as Jackson woke and climbed off Chase. "Whoa" the other male said as he stood up and then made his way to the bathroom. "That's fucked up"
"What's wrong?" Chase asked and walked into the bathroom where Jackson was standing naked looking at his cock in the mirror.
A part of Chase wanted to be shocked by what he saw when he looked at Jackson, but after seeing his hands yesterday he didn't really think it was that odd. Jack's cock was covered from base to tip by thick black hairs that looked nearly identical to the ones on Chase's hands. The cock itself was slightly bent to point up at its owner's face and as Chase walked into the bathroom Jack's cock head opened and made a low growling gurgle like sound. "I'm sorry Chase" Jackson said and looked at the man standing in the doorway. "I shouldn't have done... that... last night" he said and blushed.
Chase held his hand out for the man to look at. "It's these drugs Jack" he said gruffly. "I know it's got something to do with them, and I'm going to get to the bottom of this!"
Sergeant Gray frowned as he looked at Chase and then sighed. "Listen Chase..." he said and looked down at his cock. "I need to talk to you, but first let me put this thing away"
Once Jack was dressed he sat down the chair from the small communal desk they shared in the room and turned around to face Chase who was sitting on the bed. "So what did you want to talk about?" Chase asked.
"Well..." Jack said and looked at the closed door to their bedroom. "When we were first sent here we were given special orders by our superior officers" Jack said softly and continued. "If we discovered that either of the FBI science teams were making some sort of weapon out of this new alien shit we were supposed to capture that weapon and bring it to the army for proper testing"
"You mean you're supposed to steal it?" Chase asked.
"Only if that's how you see it" Jack said and shook his head. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's like discovering this alien shit has turned the whole government inside out against itself. The FBI is developing some sort of weapon, but the army wants it before the white house gets its hands on it! And what the hell is with this!?" Jack asked and grabbed Chase's furry hands.
"So" Chase asked and smiled. "You know Lexington has a weapon right? He even had you guys test it a while ago right?"
"Yes" Jack said and nodded. "The tests didn't go like Lexington wanted though. Apparently the weapon didn't work like it should when me and my team tested it"
"Do you know about the shards then?" Chase asked and when Jackson didn't reply he continued. "Jansen got her hands on some of these shard things that Lexington has been working with, and I found out a few of their properties. That's why I needed the shots in my hands. Without the cells that are inside these aliens their technology doesn't work for us normal humans!"
"So you're infected now too huh?" Jack asked.
"Infected? What do you mean?" Chase said in confusion.
"This is as much as I can say, but some of the scientists in Jansen's lab are testing their shit on themselves. I think Jansen is in on it too! They wanted to put the new cells in us, but I refused to let them experiment any more on my men!" Jack said and looked quite angry. "They told me that without the new cells we would experience a slow, but steady increase in the alien cells infecting our bodies"
"What the hell does that mean?" Chase asked.
"The hell do I know? I'm not a science quack!" Jack retorted.
"We need someone from their team to defect to our side" Chase said and mulled the thought over in his head. He might know just the two guys to ask about it too.
"What side are we on?" Jack asked.
"We're on the side that gets us the fuck out of here!" Chase said and smiled when Jack nodded.
...
On the other side of the bunker Mike Lexington listened to the conversation between Jackson Gray and Chase Adams through the hidden camera in their bed room. Lexington had seen some very interesting, and very hot, things in their room last night and his plan to tear the jar heads away from Jansen and her flunkies was going along perfectly. Mike thought he knew who Chase was going to go to with his concerns, and with a little creative file switching Mike could be sure that the two scientists Chase trusted in the compound would have a few juicy morsels of information to feed the group of fuck crazy military idiots.
"What do you plan to do Master?" One of Mike's assistants said behind him. The poor young man was standing quietly in the back of the room where Mike had left him not but a day ago. Nobody but Mike and this nameless moron knew about his secret security room. He planned to keep it that way too. "I think you should know by now my little pet" Mike said and walked over to the young scientist and pulled his pants down. "Now be a good boy and suck your master's dick" Lexington said roughly as he pulled his swollen member out.
It was getting bigger every day now, and the crystalline white hairs had spread across most of Mike's cock now. Tiny bolts of red electricity would jump between the hairs and the electricity got stronger as Mike's cock got hairier. As his cock slipped into the assistant's mouth Mike began to ooze thick almost metallic pre into the man's mouth. He drank the stuff down greedily and looked up at Mike with a blank, but happy, expression in his eyes.
The tiny bolts began to arc faster and faster as Mike came close to release. Mike watched in fascination as the thick white hairs began to spread onto his balls and then to his legs. It hurt just a bit, but the pain only spurred the man on as he bucked in and out of the assistant's mouth. Mike growled in pure ecstasy as he finally exploded into the man's mouth. His cock shot what felt like a gallon of thick metallic cum down the poor slave's throat. He eagerly drank the shiny white spooge and then licked his master's cock clean when Mike finished. "Did I do well master" He asked eagerly when he finished.
"Yes my pet" Mike said and stroked the man's head like he would a dog. "You did good this time, but master wants your ass now. Turn around for me so I can fuck you properly"
"Yes master, whatever you say" The assistant said and turned around so Mike could fuck his ass.
Mike played with his white furred hands, making the bolts of red lightning arc through his fur and then into the stupid slave below him. The mindless creature only winced in pain when hit by the lightning. Where ever the little bolts would hit his skin small white hairs would push out and slowly grow up into the air. Mike was going to enjoy seeing what effect repeated ingestion of his cum had on the poor researcher. Maybe he could break the rest of his team and convert them into sex slaves. He might need a few to remain smart enough to think for him, but he would enjoy having a harem of men to fuck whenever he liked.
...
Back in Colorado at the alien wolf den Pat was relaxing after a morning spent out hunting with his mate. John was more than efficient enough to care for both his and Pat's eggs, but that meant Pat would need to hunt with him to help store the extra food they were using. As soon as John found something his cock could eat he would quickly consume his prey and feed his mate until Pat was swollen and his mate's cum filling his sacs. After hunting to his own full capacity John brought Pat back to their cave and when he finished feeding the eggs he happily let Pat feed him from his own stores.
It was after a long and pleasurable feeding session that Pat found himself snuggling up against his mate's stomach while John rested through the heat of the mid day sun. Most of the other wolves were inside at this time too except Brian and Rick who were somewhere in the far north hunting for larger game than their valley could provide them on a day to day basis.
As he dreamt Pat found himself back in some sort of room and a familiar alien was standing before him again. "Pat" the alien said and seemed to be concerned. "You have done so well mating and expanding your race, but a great danger is growing to the south" the alien said.
"How do you know? Aren't you part of me?" Pat asked in confusion.
"I am part of you, and for a very long time you were the only part of me that survived my previous incarnation, but a terrible man and a mysterious women have unlocked two different aspects of my old self. The woman dabbles with things she doesn't understand while the man seeks to realize the secret of my race's powerful technologies! If they are left alone than they could become your greatest threat here on earth, grater even than all the humans in the world combined!"
"It's your body isn't it? They found your charred remains after you sprayed me that night in the forest!" Pat said and realized what he already knew must be true.
The old alien smiled at Pat. "There's something else too" he said. "Look inside yourself and you will feel that your pack is not quite as small as you once thought"
Pat turned his attention away from the alien voice inside his head and the mental image of the strange room faded from his mind. As he looked deeper than he had previously ever looked before Pat found a sort of mental reservoir inside himself. It held all the changes he had made to the various types of wolves he had created to date. Up until now he had only been able to sense those changes when he was linked to that particular type of wolf, but in this place in his mind Pat could see all the changes and more than that. He could see where each wolf would eventually end up as their slower adaptations, or their growth potentials, matured over time.
As alpha and beta John and Pat would continue to grow bigger and stronger. It seemed like John would be virtually titanic by the time he was nearing his adult age. Pat too would be huge, but their physical forms were mostly set for now. The hunters would grow larger and become more adept at storing and carrying food for the pack. In a word the guardians would be monstrously large, and their parental abilities would become the foundation of educating the pack's youngest members. The soldiers would eventually develop the ability to communicate over short distances with their minds. They would be able to link with an alpha and form a sort of army if there was a need for that sort of thing.
Those were the types of wolf that Pat had already made, but for some reason there were three more types of wolf. These three new types were untouched and unspecialized! They were just waiting for a direction to evolve and Pat knew he needed to give them that direction.
He focused in on the first type he saw and realized that these were going to be special amongst the wolves. He quickly gave them the standard build and body of his other wolf types, but these beasts would have no less than six arms on their torsos, four on their back, along with a huge pair of wings for flying. Their four lower arms would be used for working and crafting. These huge beasts would be the arm and hammer of their race, specializing in using their unique electric powers as a sort of method of shaping the fur around them. They would be more than just builders, but they would be inventors too!
The next type of wolf was going to be like the soldiers Pat had already created, but unlike the soldiers these behemoths would be the shields of the battle field. Their huge muscular bodies would have four arms on their torso and back, but also a huge pair of wings for slow and sustained flight. These massive mountains of muscle would be ideal for carrying their fellow wolves long distances and when they weren't traveling with their pack they would be able to guard their homes alongside the guardians. Pat decided to call these wolves brutes.
That left the third new type of wolf for Pat to focus on. This wolf needed to be fast and lighter than any of the wolves Pat had created to date. They would be about the same size as a soldier, but about a half foot shorter on average. These new scouts would have four wings and no back arms. They would have a pair of arms below their main front pair, but these would not be for fighting, but for manipulation things and helping with climbing. More than anything the scouts needed to be fast. Pat limited their ability to travel long distances by making their wings more suited to flying faster and maneuvering around the field of battle. These new wolves would be the eyes and ears of the pack, possessing the longest range of signal transmissions of any wolf that yet lived.
Part of Pat wondered why he needed brutes, engineers, and scouts. Maybe it was the threat he felt inside himself, or maybe the feeling that whoever these new wolves were they needed to be hearty and strong to make it back to their own race. More than anything though Pat felt like a great conflict was coming. He hoped it was just his imagination, but he secretly knew his cubs would grow up in a much colder and more violent world than either Pat or John could ever have imagined. Their new race would need strong and capable cubs to lead them in the coming conflict. Whatever that conflict turned out to be.
...
Chase groaned in pleasure as he shoved his cock into Jackson's ass and began to slowly piston in and out of the man. In the space of a few short minutes a sensation like pumping began inside the man's cock. Ever since he had been fucked by Jack his own sexual libido had been kicked into overdrive. The two men had fucked after their conversation that morning, then again during Chase's lunch break, and now at the end of the day they were at it again. This time Chase felt like he needed to dominate Jackson. Something inside him was different now. It was like something had given all the crazy changes some sort of direction. Just in the space of that afternoon Chase's cock had started to grow about an inch every two hours. He was currently at a modest fourteen inches and counting.
Thick black hairs were beginning to cover most of Chase's cock and balls just like they did his hands now. Even stranger was how good the fur like hairs felt. As they grew Chase began to have problems touching machines around the bunker. Every once in a while he'd get shocked by a machine and bolts of blue lightning would arc through his fur causing it to stand up on end. It was the queerest sensation the man had ever felt.
After about five minutes of the pumping sensation Chase began to gush cum into Jack who moaned low in pleasure. His own cock gurgled and growled as the man shot wads of thick brown cum under Chase's bunk. This was the third time today they had coated the underside of the bed with their spunk, and much to Chase's horror when he had gone to clean the stuff up he had found thick black hairs sprouting from the pools of cum under his bed. The hairs were identical to the ones of his hands and cock. Whatever the fuck was going on it seemed to be affecting the rest of the military guys too.
Jack had caught Harvey fucking the hell out of Sam's muscular black ass that day around noon. Chase had interrupted Neal and Ben when they were going at it all hot and sweaty in the back of the commons behind some of the boxes of gear. It was hard to not join in too! Just thinking about the other hot muscular military guys going at it was turning Chase on even more. "Fuuuuck!" Jack groaned as Chase growled in pleasure. It felt to Chase like his cock was actually pushing further into Jack as he leaned on the other man and grunted like an animal. "Are you... getting bigger?" Jack gasped.
"I... think so" Chase panted and grunted as another growth spurt hit his cock and it pushed another inch into Jack.
"Don't take it out" Jack moaned in pleasure as the pumping started all over again.
After some interesting positioning Jack managed to turn Chase so that they could lay on his bottom bunk in each other's arms. As they lay together Chase felt something hot and hairy snake under his legs and push into his ass. Not long after that the two men were grunting and groaning in time with the pumping sensation coming from their cocks. "This is fucked up" Chase said and looked at Jack who was only a few inches away from his face.
"Don't tell the guys" Jack moaned. "I don't want to encourage this sort of shit between soldiers" he said and Chase thought his voice sounded lower than normal.
"Somehow I don't think our opinions matter much" Chase said, but after a while Jack laid his head against Chase's chest and fell asleep. Chase stayed awake a bit longer and wondered what the fuck was wrong with him. If he really did have feelings for Jack than he would be a man about it tomorrow and tell Jack to his face. If Jack didn't like Chase that was fine, but Chase wasn't going to be some pussy footed gay boy about it. He would face whatever this shit was like a man... albeit a man with a huge hairy cock shoved up his ass.