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Are over the age of 18 or 21 (Oldenoughitis)

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---Newer Opposition---

ISMMP Corona

00:21:40:09

"Fifteen minutes!" Solder shouted, charging through the infected hallways of the Corona.

"Fuck it," Bivouac growled. His legs carried him easily across the Pack-infected ground, bounding far ahead of the much smaller Solder.

A small part of the lieutenant was actually a bit jealous of the gargantuan Canimorph. If anything, Bivouac's titanic cock that lay nestled between his legs was something that made Solder blush and turn away whenever his eyes fell on it. It wasn't very hard to notice.

"Hurry up!" Bivouac urged.

"I know! I know!" He tried to catch up as much as possible, cursing himself for having decided to take a break before bolting for his escape plan. He should've stuck with the plan and now he was far behind. "God... I just hope the bloody escape pods are close to the ship's entrance..."

"You don't want that," Bivouac answered. "If they are, then they're infected. Just imagine being stuck in that pod with the bloody Pack crawling all around you. What do you think happened to the poor saps that got into the pods and Bee found?"

At that thought, Solder shuddered. "Do you know what happened to Bee?"

"He's safe, apparently."

"And you know that because...?"

Bivouac stopped and bowed his head. His toes wiggled in the soft mush of the Pack. "This stuff... It's like a big telephone connection. I can talk to other Canimorphs through it. A Spitter, Blake, found Bee and pulled him from the wreckage. He kept him in his base."

"And you can trust him?"

Bivouac shrugged, giving Solder a lopsided smile. "Just as much as you can trust me."

They left their conversation at that and continued their charge. Solder found himself falling further and further behind and eventually just collapsed against the squishy Pack.

"Fuck..." he swore. "I'm not... Not going to make it..."

"Screw that."

A strong arm swept up off his feet and pressed him against a gargantuan, steel-corded chest. Solder was amazed at the size of Bivouac's chest. His pecs, side by side, stretched from his knees to his shoulders!

"Fuck dude... you got huge!"

"Don't remind me," Bivouac muttered, continuing his charge.

Out of curiosity, Soldier ran a finger down Bivouac's bicep, tracing a large vein and stopping where it forked just at the crook of his elbow.

"What are you doing?"

He pulled his hand away and shook his head. "Nothing. The fucking Canimorph stuff in the air. Hamel said we're all infected. Right now, you're looking real fucking sexy."

"Snap out of it," the titanic Canimorph growled. "You're the only one that's going to make it out of here, Solder. You've got to tell everyone else what's happened."

Blinking away the lust, he turned towards Bivouac, puzzled. "What? What about the Captain? Sandman and Crossfire?"

"All turned. The Captain found his..." The Canimorph shuddered. "Mate... They fucked each other silly. Sandman was the first to turn... Became a Hulk and fought it for a while but then he turned Crossfire. Crossfire bent easily and he convinced Sandman to accept the transformation fully."

"Shit..."

"Yeah... You're the only human here apart from a few pirates who will lose it soon enough."

"Shit," Solder repeated. "I -"

They burst into the hanger which stood eerily silent. The Pack had spread throughout the hanger and had started to crawl onto the pirate ship. Screams rippled through the air and were drowned by tremendous roars and lustful howls. Gunfire occasionally cut through the choir of terrible noises.

But the noise that caught Solder's attention the most... was the soft crackling of a radio.

"What's that?" he asked, turning his gaze towards the wrecked Perdition.

Bivouac perked his ears. "Sounds faint... A transmission? From who?" The Canimorph set Solder down and the lieutenant scrambled towards their former ship. He crawled inside the devastated cockpit and was surprised to find the console was still very much online.

"... Is... SC Atlantis... mission... Mauler..."

"The Atlantis!" Solder exclaimed.

"The Atlantis?" Bivouac poked his head over the wreckage. "What do they want?"

"I don't know. The signal is scrambled... Let me see if I can get a better signal..."

After a few quick tweaks the console buzzed to full life.

"Captain Mauler. I repeat, this is the ISSSC Atlantis. We received your distress calls and are on our way. I repeat, help is on the way Mauler."

Solder's heart froze.

"Oh shit..."

"What? They can't come here!" Bivouac exclaimed. "They'll get infected! What would they do with a fully-functioning Starship Carrier!?"

"Calm down," Solder said, removing himself from the Perdition's wreckage. "I can't transmit from this hunk of junk but if we can get to the communications tower, we can warn them."

"And what about the self-destruct sequence?"

Solder smiled and patted the Canimorph's flank - he couldn't reach his shoulder. "It took us about six minutes to get here. That's enough time to get back to my console, delay the sequence, get to the communications tower, warn the Atlantis, start the sequence again and then get the hell of this boat. Easy."

As he strode past Bivouac he could feel the Canimorph's eyes burning into the back of his head.

"You're hysterical, aren't you?"

Solder stopped for a second... then turned back to face his... no... the Canimorph.

"Just a little."

---Wake up Home---

ISMMP Corona

00:21:40:09

Bee utterly felt stupid.

In his desperation not to touch the infectious Pack, he had torn off the upper part of his flight suit and wrapped it around his bare feet. Now, with padded, cloth shoes, he waded through the fleshy substance, squirming every time he felt it pulsate through the cloth. The thin hairs on his bare chest prickled with the cold, reminding him just how far in his transformation he had progressed as before, he didn't have a trace of hair on his torso.

For the briefest of moments, he glanced down at the jagged piece of mirror that he held in his right hand. A makeshift weapon that probably wouldn't earn him a scratch against a Canimorph but he felt safer with it around. Much to his relief, the reflection staring back at him was his own. Still, every time he confirmed he was still human, his mind would wander back to that smoking hot Rottweiler that stood in the mirror leaking cum from tongue, nipples and cock alike.

It filled his throat with salty, sticky fluids.

"Warning! Warning! Ten minutes to self-destruct. All personnel, please evacuate."

Bee had no idea where in the Corona he was or where he could possibly go to escape. The chances of escape were slim to none especially since it seemed he was at the heart of the Canimorph infection. The Pack had started to grow from a sickly, veined fleshy surface to a muscular growth that made mounds along the hallways. It made traversing the path extremely difficult.

Ten minutes to get to safety?

It wasn't going to happen.

"I still have to try," he told himself.

The sound of laser fire echoed from ahead as well as cursing... Cursing from human voices. Suddenly filled with determination, he bounded over the hills of the Pack. Heated bolts of green plasma flew over some upturned barrels. Piercing beams of red light erupted out from the barrels of several humans dressed in an assortment of clothing. By the looks of them, they were pirates.

"Take this motherfuckers!" a pirate roared, boldly stepping out from around a corner. With two automatic lasers in hand, he unleashed a withering barrage of concentrated light cascading upon the barrels. His roar shook and undulated with his gunfire.

Thwack!

His gunfire suddenly fell silent as a superheated ball of green plasma struck his face and he went down. A gurgling scream ripped from his throat as he twitched and flailed. Horror rippled up Bee's spine as he watched the poor victim scratch at the plasma on his face.

"He's still alive..."

Then a horrible, feral scream erupted from the man. The gooey plasma began bubbling and spreading all over his body. His veins began emitting a soft, green light beneath his skin and with every passing second, those veins seemed to bulge and grow. His muscles stretched to compensate and his skin seemed to stretch further and further. An enormous set of pecs erupted from his clothes in tandem with his thighs tearing through his pants. A clawed hand tore at his face, giving way to an enormous, lupine muzzle.

"Fuck it!" a pirate shouted. "Fire!"

Each of the pirates instantly spun to face their mutating comrade, unleashing withering blow of laser fire. Bee could only stand in mute horror as the transforming pirate convulsed multiple times. But the feral roars just did not stop. The forming Canimorph unleashed a tremendous roar and suddenly leapt to his feet. There was a loud rip as a pulsating, glowing green cock erupted from his pants, ripping off the last shred of clothing that hung on his bulging frame. The Canimorph's spun towards a comrade, flexed his biceps and unleashed a triumphant roar.

A blast of superheated plasma erupted from his cock and -

Splat!

... struck the nearest pirate directly on the chest. The pirate toppled to the ground, screaming and tearing at his chest in a vain attempt to get the cum off his chest. It was useless though. Within moments, his veins were also pulsating with that eerie, green light and his body convulsing as the transformation took hold of him.

"Fuck this!" a pirate exclaimed. "I'm out of here!"

He instantly spun around and bolted followed by the remaining pirates. The two transforming Canimorphs chased after them, tailed by the plasma-throwing Canimorphs that had taken refuge behind the barrel.

Bee pressed himself behind the corner, praying these Canimorphs wouldn't catch him.

Thankfully, they were so focused on their prey that they didn't notice him.

Once he was sure they were gone, he slipped around the corner and headed away from where the Canimorphs had chased down the pirates. More laser fire echoed down the hallway. As they faded off into the distance, they became less and less frequent, replaced by screams of terror and feral roars.

Bee leapt over the stack of barrels -

... and heard a groan.

Lying to his left, clutching a gut wound, was Blake.

Bee wasn't exactly sure how he recognised it was Blake but he just knew.

The Spitter gave him a sidewards look and then offered a cynical snort. "Well fuck me..."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Bee snarled. He gripped the shard of mirror in his hand, almost digging into his hand. "So what happens if I kill an Alpha? Do all the other Canimorphs under your command go nuts or do you degrade into a slavering, sex-crazed beast?"

"Why don't you dig that thing between my eyes and find out?" Blake challenged, grinning at him through bloodied teeth.

"Don't tempt me."

"And why not? That's what you want to do, isn't it? Kill me for what I am even if I saved your life and had nothing to do with infecting you?"

Bee slammed hard into the Canimorph, pressing his makeshift knife into the creature's neck. "Listen here, asshole, I know what you're doing and it's not going to work! I don't owe you anything! I'd rather have died in that crash than turn into one of you fuckers!"

Blake snarled at him, fangs glinting in the faint red light of the warning system. "Don't you get it? You're infected now! You'll turn into one of us no matter what you do! I just thought you'd like it if you were yourself when you grew a fucking tail!"

"Why the fuck would I even want a tail!?"

"Because I know what you're planning on doing!" Blake roared, shoving him away with surprising strength. The hard yet strangely warm floor slammed against Bee's back as the Canimorph rose to his full height. "How the fuck do you think I knew about the spy in the ranks of the civilians!? I was one of them!?"

The Spitter leaned close until their noses were almost touching. While Bee's heart was racing with fear, his cock was stirring. Some deep, primal aspect of his body screamed to shove his cock tongue deep into Blake's throat and fuck him from both holes at the same time. Unwilling to show any sort of weakness towards the Canimorph, he was forced to just let the thoughts simmer in the back of his mind.

"Wait... One?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know," Blake growled. "It's standard procedure. You get two people to infiltrate any target group. Neither know of the other's identity just that they always have a second pair of eyes watching them. It's to make sure that if one of the spies starts feeling for the group they're about to backstab, the other always stabs them in the back and completes the mission.

The towering Canimorph turned his back to Bee, resting his weight on the stack of barrels like a heavy weight had finally been lifted off his shoulders. "Hamel was one. I was the other."

Bee staggered to his feet. "And you think I'm one?"

"Aren't you?"

Shaking his head, Bee said, "God no... I'm just a pilot. I'm not smart enough to betray anyone like that." A realisation hit him hard. "Wait... That means you know who the other spy is... don't you?"

Blake gave him a curious stare. "You're really not one... are you?"

Bee shook his head. The Canimorph straightened, cursing. "Fuck..."

"What's wrong now?"

The Spitter clutched the sides of his head and gave out a roar of frustration. "FUCK!"

"Whoa!" Bee scrambled over to the Canimorph, pulling his massive arm back down. "What's wrong with you?"

"There's a carrier on its way here right now!" Blake replied. "Don't you get what that means?"

Again, Bee was clueless.

The frustration on Blake's face faded to a soft smile. "You're kind of cute when you're utterly clueless." The Spitter spun, tearing his arm away from Bee and marched down the hallway. "It means that another one of your team could be the traitor!"

"Why are you so worried? I mean, isn't this what you wanted? A carrier at your command will kick start your intergalactic conquering spree, right?"

"No one wants to take over the galaxy!" Blake shouted, throwing his paws into the air. "Get that though your thick skull! We just want to be left alone! Yeah, we want to be left alone to fuck but god! Is that too much to ask!"

Those massive shoulders sagged and a heavy sigh escaped the Spitter. "Look... When the first outbreak occurred, greed got the better of common sense. They tore the infected apart, trying to study them and trying to use the infection as a weapon! The moles like me, we had only one goal: to return with all objects of military interest. It doesn't matter whether or not they're infected. They'll bring that infection to the carrier.

"Why do you think we've been trying to stop you guys from escaping? What do you think a Canimorph virus would do to a space station? A planet? Then knowing what you know, imagine what would happen if someone just nuked all the infected and planted a Mastermind upon them!"

Then Bee saw it.

An army.

A completely, subservient, invulnerable army with insane abilities that were geared towards spreading the infection. All under the command of a single ultra-loyal soldier. The military might not know what they had in their hands but if a loyal spy managed to escape and tell them all about it...

"But you decided to stay... right?"

"That's because I know the whole story," Blake answered. "What about the rest of your team that's fighting the infection? Your Walter King and Benjamin Samson are still fighting and they're not letting us convince them otherwise."

"Could they be the two...?"

Blake shook his head. "No. Only one of them is." There, Blake began chewing at his claw slightly. "Worse... they also have the experimental Anti-Matter Rifle... the only thing that can kill a Canimorph."

Suddenly, Bee was very afraid.

Canimorphs and an experimental weapon?

It was not good.

Then another thing hit him.

"Wait... You said only one of them is the traitor?" Blake gave him a nod as an affirmative. "Who's the other one?"

Blake straightened, squared his shoulders and regarded him closely. "It's -"

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---Evolution ---

ISMMP Corona

00:21:33:32

"Captain Mauler."

The pirate captain, Blackstar chuckled softly, gun still levelled at the two Canimorphs who lay entangled in a tight embrace.

"Something tells me I should have shot you the first chance I got," Blackstar continued. "Then again, I doubt it would have done anything. After all, beasts like you have the capacity to regenerate, correct?"

Mauler slowly untangled himself from his mate. His wrist blades emerged threatening. Buck reformed beside him, standing tall and proud as a Canimorph.

"Don't be stupid, Captain," Blackstar said, lowering his gun. "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have wasted alerting you to my presence. I would have shot you just at the moment of orgasm. I wouldn't kill you but I'll bet it would be infinitely frustrating."

"You're a suck fucker," Mauler growled. "What do you want? Better say it quick too, pirate. I'm still feeling horny."

The pirate captain let out a soft chuckle. "I can see that. No, Captain, I want your help off this ship."

There, Mauler couldn't help but grin menacingly. "And why would I help you? You know you should have just taken my warning and gotten off the ship, right?"

Blackstar sighed and slid down to the floor, his breathing laboured. "Regret is not something I am accustomed to, Captain. Even now, I do not regret my actions. Some part of me is even a little jealous that my dear fuck toy, Buck, found someone as devilishly handsome as you."

Mauler snarled and lifted his right blade.

A paw held him back. Buck moved in front of him, wrapping his liquid appendages around him. "I know he's an asshole, chief, but he did save me and he did raise me... I owe him one."

"Owe him for fucking you!?" Mauler growled.

"Hey. He turned me gay. Without him, I wouldn't have fucked you."

There, Mauler's growl turned from one of anger to frustration. "Stupid logic."

"I concur," Blackstar chortled. "In this insane universe of ours, there is little room for logic." His smile was almost pleading. "So... What do you say? Get me to my quarters for old time's sake?"

The two Canimorphs exchanged glances.

"Warning! Warning! Two minutes to self-destruct."

"We don't have the time," Mauler muttered in dismay. "Two minutes... Not a lot of time..."

"Alas," Blackstar replied, lying back. "It was a feeble hope but a hope nonetheless."

Mauler retracted his blades and held Buck tightly. "Hey... It was fun."

"Sure was," Buck chuckled softly, his voice breaking slightly. "You know what?"

"What?"

For a second, the Liquidator just regarded him. Then, a sly grin crossed his features. "Fuck it." Their lips met and Mauler's heart stopped for that instant in time. As they pulled away, it pained him that the clock continued ticking. "I love you."

The Blade Alpha smiled and nuzzled his mate tenderly. "Yeah... I love you too."

"Warning! Warning! One minute to self-destruct! All personnel -"

The voice abruptly cut off. The red lighting all over the hallways abruptly went out, plunging them into darkness. Then the full lights abruptly sprang back on, illuminating the hallways and showing the extend of the Pack infection.

"What...?" Buck began. "Hamel... did you...?"

"No... I did not..." the Mastermind replied, bemused. "Why would...?"

Another voice blared over the PA system.

"The self-destruct has been aborted. I repeat, the self-destruct has been aborted!"

It was Solder.

"Fuck yeah!" Mauler exclaimed, grinning broadly. "Looks like the whole team is a bunch of fucking beasts now!"

"Listen to me. All of you. Pirates, marines and Canimorphs alike. There is a military carrier just about ten hours away! It's closing in fast! In about an hour, they'll be within launching distance. More marines will be flooding these halls!"

For the second time, Mauler's heart froze but not from a flood of love this time. "The Atlantis... oh shit..."

"It's a carrier, folks. In one hour, marines will be here. In two, it'll be within firing distance. I don't know what they'll do. I don't know what they want. But in two hours, this place will be a gateway to hell."

There was a pause.

Then...

"Just thought you ought to know."

Then the PA system went dead.

Mauler exchanged glances with Buck.

"What does it mean...?" the Liquidator asked.

"It means we have a way off this place... and we have to get off this ship." Mauler grinned and turned to Blackstar. "Looks like you've got -"

He stopped.

Blackstar was gone.

---Ravaged ---

ISMMP Corona

00:21:30:11

Bee breathed a sigh of relief as the lights returned to their normal, white colour instead of the menacing red that basked the hallways. His relief was short lived, however. He hurried past battlefields between desperate pirates and crazed Canimorphs. He was grateful for Blake's presence as the Alpha could command other Canimorphs to leave him be.

The news of the carrier confirmed what Blake had already told him.

The military was here... and they were going to do whatever it took to get a Canimorph on board.

And with Bivouac and Solder the only marines left on the list of suspects, Bee had to get to them fast before either of them got off the ship.

His mind reeled with the possibilities.

The traitor could be Solder...

Maybe he convinced Bivouac to escape with him all with the idea that he would use Bivouac as the 'specimen' he would hand over to the military. Bivouac would land on the carrier with Solder beside him and then all the guns would suddenly be pointed at him. The ultimate betrayal just at the brink of survival.

Or maybe it was Bivouac...

He did get the Anti-Matter Rifle and he showed surprising willpower. Blake reported Bivouac was now fully a Canimorph but his mind continued to reject the pleas and cries of the other Canimorphs. There had to be an ulterior motive underneath all that.

Bee just couldn't think of why anyone would go to such lengths to betray his teammates.

His legs began to ache and he came to a staggering halt, resting against an uninfected slab of the wall. Every pant he made dripped more and more of his cum down the front of his chest. Even he had to admit that his chiselled form was starting to look pretty damn hot.

"Need some help there?"

Blake rested a paw on his shoulder. After the third time he asked, Bee just stopped knocking his paw away. These Canimorphs had ridiculous stamina. He didn't look tired at all though Bee wasn't exactly sure how to judge a canine beast's expression.

"I'll be fine."

"I could carry you," Blake offered for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

And for the umpteenth time, Bee's answer was, "I'll be fine."

The Spitter lifted his nose into the air and sniffed. "Hmmm... They seem to have come from the communications tower... and heading to... The hanger...?"

Bee pushed himself off the wall, swaying slightly. "You got all that from just sniffing the air?"

A toothy grin was his reply. "Nah. I'm just pulling your leg. I was just using the Pack."

"'Using' the Pack?"

"It's like a massive, muscular phone network. We can communicate with other Canimorphs through the Pack. Alphas can talk to our subordinates and the Mastermind can talk to us all. Pretty simple."

Bee offered him a shaky smile. "I'll be the first to admit that sounds pretty cool. It's a pain for travel, though." For emphasis, he stamped on the thick mounds that arrayed across the floor. The Pack stubbornly resisted his attempts and even seemed to push back. He toppled to the ground, laughing softly.

He had no qualms about accepting Blake's helping paw.

"I don't know about that. We Canimorphs are surprisingly agile in the Pack. Faster than you humans on ground."

"Right." Bee tried to take a step but his legs gave out from underneath him. They throbbed painfully and his calves in particular felt like they had superhot iron rods rammed into them and prodding the back of his thighs. "Damn... Just a few minutes of running and I'm already a cripple... This'll teach me for staying behind the wheel too often..."

Strong arms suddenly scooped him up from the floor.

"Hey! I said I could walk!"

"Relax," Blake replied, marching towards a nearby chamber. "I'm not going to emasculate you any further than this, princess."

The chamber looked like some military dormitories. Bulk beds which were surprisingly untouched by the Pack lined the walls. Footlockers that were thoroughly infected and consumed looked like piles of flesh with yawning lips.

The soft, fluffy embrace of a top bunk's mattress pressed up against Bee's back and Blake sat on the side of the bed, causing it to groan loudly.

"Just rest your feet," the Spitter said. "Your friends just stopped the countdown. They probably won't start it again until the carrier gets close again." He gave a cynical snort. "That is if they still want to in the end."

After some effort of sitting up, Bee said, "You don't think they'll go through with it?"

A shrug was his reply. "Not sure. I've seen stronger men fold to being a Canimorph and weaker people take the easy way out and blow themselves up to escape having their 'souls' trapped inside their Canimorph bodies. Who knows?"

"You don't want them to escape with a sample to that ship though, right?"

Blake gave a small nod. "An army of Canimorphs... It makes my spine shudder just thinking about it."

Bee found himself admiring Blake's spine and particularly the muscles that framed it. With a soft groan, he laid back in the bed and placed an arm over his head. "Fuck..."

"You don't think we can stop them?"

"No... I'm starting to think you're sexy."

For some reason, Bee found himself laughing and Blake's laughter joined his.

"You must be delirious with all that running. Judging by how you look now, you wouldn't be able to guess you were a scrawny pilot that was afraid of stepping outside his ship."

Bee sat up again, a look of mockery on his face. "What? I'm insulted. One look at you and you wouldn't be able to tell you're actually a halfway decent guy underneath that horny, cum-leaking, rapist shell."

The Canimorph's yellow eyes flashed for an instant and he was silent just for a fraction too long. That instant was gone quickly as a soft chuckle left his lips. "A lesser man would have taken that opportunity to pounce your sorry ass and rape you."

Resting his back once more on the bed, Bee stretched his legs, feeling the blood flow start to quell the burning rods that forced his legs to become so stiff. "Yeah... Thanks for not pouncing me. Even if you thought about it."

Blake seemed to blush underneath his golden fur. "Hey, human or Canimorph, you and I both know any other guy would've thought exactly the same thing."

"Fair enough." Bee wiggled his toes still wrapped in the makeshift boots of his shirt. "Damn... My feet really are sore..."

Warm paws gently touched the tip of his toes. "Did you want a foot massage?"

"Is that code for 'Can I have your ass'?"

"So in your language, 'foot' translates to 'ass' and 'massage' really means 'sex'? What dictionary are you using? I want one."

Even without his consent, Blake unwrapped Bee's feet tenderly. There was a bit of surprise in the pilot when he noticed his feet were still quite untouched. As it stood, that thin dusting of hair on his chest had thickened to the point where it was now clearly visible. His muscles had grown significantly as well but his feet remained disproportionately small compared to the rest of his body.

Blake's warm, leathery paw pads pressed against the soles of his right foot and gently worked small circles before rolling it upwards inch by inch. When his thumb began pressing against the inside of his foot, Bee couldn't help but emit a soft groan.

"Wow... You're really good at this..."

"I'm working on what I've seen in movies and those stupid infomercials that talk about foot massage machines or something." Blake pressed his fingers against the balls of Bee's feet, forcing his toes to wiggle and stretch. The stress that had built up from all of Bee's running faded into Blake's warm paws.

"Damn... You sure you're a backstabbing military mole that's been turned into a sex-crazed, cum-spitting werewolf?"

"No. I'm a backstabbing military mole that's been turned into a sex-crazed, cum-spitting werewolf with a degree in physical therapy. Other foot."

"No shit..." Bee said, finding himself falling into a soothing sleep.

"Yeah," Blake responded as he moved onto Bee's other foot. "Got my degree because I had it in me to rub down sexy, muscular men with oil. It's the perfect excuse to manhandle them legally. Then it turns out most of the time, I'm either massaging boobies or back boobies. So I went to the next place where I could manhandle muscular guys without being reprimanded. The military."

"You're bullshitting me, aren't you?"

"Does this answer your question?"

Blake moved his paws up to Bee's calves and gave them a little tug.

"Asshole," Bee chuckled.

"Guilty. Now relax. I'm not done yet."

Bee found himself strangely trusting this Spitter as Blake ran his paws over sore muscles. The burning heat from Bee's stiff legs just seemed to be absorbed into Blake's warm, comforting paws. He found himself groaning softly as those paws worked their way up to his thighs. There was an instant when he was afraid Blake would slip into 'rape mode' and start fondling him but instead, the Spitter just moved straight to the next leg.

Some part of him wondered what would have happened if Blake had started raping him.

"Hey... So what makes you so special from other Spitters? You're an Alpha, right? What does an Alpha have over other Spitters?"

"Open your eyes and find out."

Bee peeled his eyes open ever so slightly. There was a brief jolt in his chest when he saw that thick, muscular cock hovering over his face, attached to a similarly thick, veined tentacle that disappeared down Blake's throat. Strangely enough, he wasn't too shocked about it and instead dared a little lick. He spat it out immediately.

The anaconda which was that cock tongue slipped back into Blake's throat. "You realise that's not going to do anything."

"Shut up and rub my feet."

The Spitter laughed softly. "Yessir."

Bee let himself drift off a little as Blake's paws worked their magic, finding ways to ease the throbbing in his legs with surprising accuracy. It was like he knew exactly where to go and how to deal with the meltdowns that seemed to be burning across his legs.

Then, he felt the touch of Blake's lips on his big toe.

He didn't protest. In fact, it felt surprisingly cool and sent chills up his leg, up his spine and all the way to his brain. Something just... switched on that just said 'Fuck It'.

Blake's long, flat tongue slipped between his toes, letting long, sticky, ropes of salty cum dribble down his foot. He moaned softly as that same tongue ran down from his big toe, along the curve of his foot before ending in a gentle kiss on the sole of his feet.

"Don't stop..." Bee moaned.

His toes tingled and he found his hands digging into the sides of the bed. His lungs suddenly burned for more and more air and his heartbeat rapidly rose. It seemed like his entire body was on fire and the only coolant was Blake's glorious muzzle. Desperate to have the fire put out, he pushed his foot between Blake's lips. He gasped a little when he brushed against those sharp fangs and his left foot began to tingle the instant he could feel the Spitter's breath against his flesh.

A groan rippled from his throat as he felt his left foot begin to cool. He dared to open his eyes and glance down. Blake's golden eyes looked back at him, blissfully suckling on his foot. The big Canimorph released his foot. For a second, there didn't seem to be any changes but as Bee lifted his right foot, he could see his left was distinctly bigger.

For some reason, he found that funny.

Blake smiled at his gently laughter and bent down, running his tongue up the length of Bee's left calf. The cooling effect of his tongue was a much needed relief over his skin. Bee gasped. The instant Blake's tongue left his flesh, the heat just picked up again. Then that tongue would return and roll over his feet. He gnashed his teeth together, groaning between them as bone and flesh stretched and grew.

"Oh god..." he moaned. "Ah!"

A sharp, black claw took the place of his big toe and he watched in awe as Blake's tongue momentarily wrapped around it. When he slid it over the rest of his toes, claws had grown in the place of his toenails. A thick coating of copper fur began sprouting from the where the claws touched flesh. Bee felt his balls itch and gurgle in anticipation as the fur advanced up his foot.

His feet became incredibly hot again and he winced, sweat rolling off his forehead. Blake's saving tongue brought his flesh to a suitable temperature. Like tempering a perfect, metal form, Blake cooled his flesh with his tongue as it grew hotter and hotter. The copper fur spread all the way up his calves, bringing with them bulges of muscle and thick, twisting veins. Blake's tongue chased the growth, running his tongue up the back of Bee's calf, over his knee as it popped and grew then over his bulging thighs.

Bee squirmed and let out a sharp gasp. The heat had penetrated deep into his body and Blake's cooling tongue could only reach

"Fuck it!" he grunted, cum dripping from between his lips. "Blake... Stick that fucking cock in me!"

The Spitter pressed his incredibly muscular form against Bee's exposed chest. Their noses were almost touching. "You sure flyboy? There's no going back."

A shaky grin crossed Bee's features. "Hey, I'm fucked if I do and fucked if I don't. Might as well, right?"

Blake just grinned. "Dirty fucker." The Spitter wrapped his lips tightly around Bee's his cock tongue shooting straight down Bee's throat and thrashing in there like a salty, veined worm eager to spray the walls of his mouth with pure cum. Bee was not about to be outdone.

A feral growl rippled from his throat and he seized Blake's massive shoulder, thrusting his own cock tongue past Blake's and into the Canimorph's mouth. Cum sprayed out of the member's slit, sending bolts of pleasure rocketing through Bee's system. Like a wash of coolant, the pleasure bought with it saving relief. It slipped into his veins, sipped through his muscles and brought the overheating organs to a cool, hardening their liquid metal forms if only for a second.

Then the temperature began rising again and Bee found himself desperate for more release.

A deeper growl emerged from him. He spun himself and Blake on the bed, ensuring he was on top. Blake, stunned, could only lie there as a loud rip heralded the end of Bee's pants. A nice, juicy pair of buttocks bounced freely against Blake's thick, furry thighs. A large, fluffy tail grew out from the base of Bee's spine, spreading the coppery fur all over his newly bubble-like butt and meeting the growing horde of copper fur halfway up his thighs.

Bee's cock tongue jerked, spewing more of his seed deep into Blake's throat, making the Spitter choke and gargle for a moment. The former marine gripped Blake's head tightly, howling in pleasure as his entire body cooled from the release. Muscled hardened underneath his flesh and veins were solidified. He emitted a rising grunt as his muscles began to overheat again.

His cock felt eager for release as it bounced rubbed against Blake's chiselled abdomen. Overcome by lust and the need to cool his body, Bee sat up, pulling himself away from Blake. The Spitter's extended tongue, however, was still wrapped tightly around his own cock tongue, keeping them firmly connected. Grinning, Bee sucked hard on that cock tongue, making Blake's eyes roll into the back of his head. The

Spitter's hips bucked.

Just the cue Bee was looking for.

His ass fully developed and furry, Bee lowered himself onto Blake's huge, red rocket. It hurt for the first few moments but then as that cock slipped into him, dripping with precum, it somehow cooled his insides, hardening the muscles in his ass and moulding it perfectly to fit this particular cock.

Grunting, Bee pushed himself deeper onto Blake's erect cock, lowering himself until he found that bulbous knot pressing hard against his tight pucker. His own cock tongue spewed another fresh blast of semen, the sticky bodily fluids trailing down along Blake's extended cock tongue. Copper fur spread slowly up from Bee's groin, covering his balls and forming the rim of the sheath where his mutating cock stood erect. The tip of his human penis tapered to a point, losing their pinkish colour and becoming a bright red. Veins pulsed against the ruby flesh, pumping to the rate of his dancing heartbeat.

Bee felt his abs twitch in anticipation as the copper fur rolled over them, hardening them like they were being moulded into stone itself. Bee couldn't help but flex as he bounced himself harder and harder on Blake's cock. The Spitter beneath him pounded his ass hard, digging himself deeper and deeper into Bee's ass, carving his way into Bee to find that perfect hole where only his cock would fit.

Unable to go any longer without the taste of Blake's lips on his own, Bee dove forward, wrapping his developing muzzle around Blake's. He grinded himself against the muscular form of the smoking hot Spitter, his own body growing rapidly as fur seeped across the mounds on his back and covered his huge, perfectly square pecs. His luscious nipples became permanently erect, dripping cum from hidden factories and joining with the sticky brew that Blake's own nipples produced.

Glued together by their own semen, Bee and Blake wildly humped one another. The bed groaned beneath their bodies, shaking and squeaking to the point where the metal frame was bouncing violently against the wall. Bee, uncaring, had his eyes rolled into the back of his head as the transformation flooded his cheeks, seeped into his brain and filled his very existence with what it meant to be a Spitter...

And not just any Spitter.

A Spitter Alpha.

"AW FUUUUUUCK!"

Bee tore his lips away from Blake, slipping his cock tongue free just as Blake's own flailed madly and spewed semen all over the two. Bee's own slapped against Blake's like twin, fleshy snakes striking and spitting venom at one another. A deep pressure flooded Bee's ass as Blake's knot exploded into him and cum filled his insides, finally quelling the inferno that burned deep inside him.

His cock exploded with the force of a rocket, spewing cum all over Blake's face though with all the cum they already produced, it made little difference.

Dazed and strangely feeling numb, he swayed while still impaled on Blake's monster cock. He looked down at his mate... smiling lewdly. He tried to say something but the cock tongue that lay twitching and coiled in front of him prevented any speech. Spitter Alpha instincts took over and the cock tongue slipped back into his long muzzle like he was born with the appendage.

Blake did the same.

"Fuck... That was awesome..." Bee whispered, collapsing on top of Blake.

"Fuck yeah..." Blake answered.

The bed creaked...

BOOM!

WHAM!

And collapsed right out from underneath them.

The shock left the two Spitter Alphas momentarily stunned. They looked about themselves, regarding the ruined bed then exchanged glances.

Then they began to laugh... Which was cut short when their muzzles met and they tried for round two.

---Entranced---

ISMMP Corona

00:21:01:24

The door shut loudly behind Solder.

"We made it," he sighed in relief, collapsing against one of the three seats offered in the large pod.

There was only one place in all the Corona that not only had undisputed access to the rest of the ship but also a chance of escaping should the ship be lost.

The captain's private escape pod. Built for the captain and three other key officers, the pod was a last-ditch effort for the captain to save himself and any key personnel after everyone else was off the ship. It would and could be used to simulate the 'last to leave the ship' clause that remained unwritten in every decent captain's handbook. From the pod, the captain and his staff could watch and organise the ship's evacuation and then, when everyone was safe or dead, they would launch themselves free and pray for safety.

"We can reset the self-destruct sequence from here and get the fuck off this ship," he said, straightening and typing away at the console. "The Blackstar is probably crawling with those freaks by now and any escape pod we take will probably be already infected."

"Are you sure this pod isn't infected?" Bivouac asked behind him.

"The captain's escape pod is always locked tightly and maintained in a special airtight environment. Nothing can get in or out without the proper authorisation." Solder grinned. "Or the right hacking skills. Besides, do you see this place crawling with the Pack?"

"No..."

"See? We're safe, Biv. We just need to start up the self-destruct sequence then launch this baby towards the Atlantis! Then we'll be safe and sound!"

"Yeah. You will be."

Solder heard the door open again.

He straightened and spun around.

Bivouac was stepping out of the pod.

"Biv! What're you doing!?" he demanded, leaping from his chair and catching Bivouac's massive paw.

"Do you think I can go back looking like this!?" Bivouac barked, gesturing at his enormous, muscular form. "Look at me! I'm a fucking nine foot wolf with a gun fused with my right arm! What do you think those assholes back at the military will do!?"

"They'll cure you," Solder answered fiercely.

"Oh yeah?" Bivouac suddenly loomed over him, marching over to him and glaring down at him with those fierce, yellow eyes. "Let me ask you something, Solder. Who do you really work for?"

Shocked, Solder said, "What?"

"There are two spies for the military higher ups in every unit!" Bivouac barked. "Two. They're there to ensure that any 'targets of interest' are secured and brought back. We already know Mauler was one. It isn't Sandman. It isn't Crossfire and as of a few minutes ago, we know it wasn't Bee!"

"Bee is alive...?"

WHAM!

Solder suddenly found the console's keys digging into his back, the Anti-Matter Rifle pressed hard against his chest.

"And I know I'm not the other spy, Solder," Bivouac growled. "So who the fuck do you work for?"

Struggling to breathe, Solder could only said, "How...?"

"The Pack, asshole! I'm a full Canimorph now! I can resist the others getting into my fucking head and up until now, I've been keeping their ideas and suggestions at bay but the instant Bee joined us, I fucking knew... I knew it was you! I know what you're going to do!"

Bivouac snapped his fangs dangerously at Solder's ears before pulling away. The big Canimorph took a few steps back, heaving loudly. Tears seemed to be welling in his eyes. "You were going to take me back, weren't you? I'm not only a Canimorph but I have the Anti-Matter Rifle too... You're going to let them experiment on me. Tear me apart. You would have sold your own teammate just to save your own ass!"

Solder gave no reply, merely bowing his head.

"Well?" Bivouac demanded. "What have you got to say for yourself!?"

...

Again, no reply.

"FUCK!" Bivouac levelled his gun at the console. "Give me one good goddamn fucking reason not to blow this fucking pod up! I've got half a mind to fuck you right now and have you burn with the rest of us!"

"Are you really one of them, Biv?"

Solder approached Bivouac, the massive Canimorph frozen in shock. When Solder's hand seized his cock, the Canimorph whimpered and his legs seemed to lose all strength. The black wolf fell to his knees, whimpering and moaning softly as Solder squeezed hard.

"You're fighting it, even now," Soldier said, his eyes locked with his teammates. "You and me... We're the same. Yeah, I've been backstabbing my former teams just to get valuable information back to the higher ups. I've killed grunts like you, Crossfire, Sandman and Bee just to shut them up. But you know what? We're exactly the same, Biv. You and me."

"I'm nothing like you," Bivouac growled.

He gave a cry of frustration as Solder squeezed hard on his cock a little more, dribbles of precum rolling onto his fist.

"No. But you will be."

Solder reached behind his back and pulled out a gun, levelling it directly in between Bivouac's eyes.

"Nighty-night, Biv."

Bivouac's eyes flashed. "Fuck y -"

BAM!

_ _

---Tomorrow Only ---

ISMMP Corona

00:20:45:57

"It's Solder!"

Bee exclaimed, sitting up suddenly.

Even Blake sat up from the revelation, shocked.

The two Spitter Alphas exchanged glances and immediately jumped off their ruined, cum-soaked bed.

"We've got to get to the captain's escape pod!" Blake exclaimed, bolting out of the room with Bee beside him. "If he gets away with Bivouac..."

"He'll have an example of the Canimorph infection and the Anti-Matter Rifle! Fuck! I would never have suspected...!"

A series of loud booming filled their ears and the two Spitters froze at a crossroads in the hallway.

An enormous, four-legged Canimorph bounded over to them, a cock as thick and long as the muscular beast stopped in front of them. Riding on its back was a tremendous four-armed Hulk. Bee instantly recognised the four-legged one to be Crossfire, now a Devourer. From the looks of the two, fleshy tentacles on his back, Crossfire was a Devourer Alpha.

"You heard?" Sandman asked.

Bee nodded vigorously. "Yeah! We've got to stop him!"

"Before it's too late!" Blake shouted.

"There's no time to lose!" Sandman shouted.

Crossfire's features soured. "I swear, if anyone else shouts out a corn one-liner, they are going to take a one way trip down my cock!"

...

Bee rubbed the back of his head absently. "So... Can we ride you to get to Solder faster?"

"Fine," Crossfire grunted. "But there's not enough room on my back. One of you has to ride in my cock."

Bee instantly shot his paw into the air. "One-two-three-four not it!"

"Not it!" Sandman shouted.

Blake, the last, raised his paw. "Not - Aw damnit!"

Grinning, Bee kissed his mate lovingly. "Don't worry, babe. With luck, you might turn out to be a Hulk!"

"Shut up and shove me down Crossfire's cock."

---

---Reunion and Unexpected News---

ISMMP Corona

00:20:30:57

Mauler stormed through the hallways of the Corona, desperately searching for Captain Blackstar to - and he still couldn't believe this - save the pirate captain. With Buck clinging to him, they ran through the Pack-covered hallways, desperate to find the Captain before he succumbed to the transformations.

Their search, however, did not last very long.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions rang out around them. Metal walls, fused with the Pack, exploded outwards onto the hallways. Smoke filled his lungs and ominous, red lights flickered right and left.

Targeting lasers.

Mauler's eyes widened. "Oh -"

Lasers and kinetic bullets rang out in the air. Mauler quickly drew his wrist blades, dodging lightning fast through the hordes of armoured marines that flooded the hallways. Buck leapt off his back and dove right down a marine's throat. The marine instantly convulsed before his cock - now bright red and pointed - exploded from his armour and pants, spewing cum everywhere. Buck reformed in the rain of semen and attacked another marine instantly.

Mauler sliced the rifles of several marines and impaled another two, his envenomed blades transferring the Canimorph infection to them.

"There's too many!" Buck cried as more explosions rang out.

"Fuck!"

Lasers bounced off his armour but he wasn't willing to try and test the durability of his newly acquired Alpha abilities. He bolted towards Buck and swept up his mate, shooting down the hallway and dodging as many bullets as he could. He sliced what marines got in his way and Buck sprayed others with some of his essence.

They rocketed through the hallways, heart pounding and fear building in their chests.

"The marines are here..." Buck gasped. "That means..."

"We've got an hour before the Atlantis bombards this place to kingdom come!" Mauler exclaimed. "Fuck!"

Then, an ominous voice boomed in their ears.

"Not to fear, boys. Daddy's here."

Both Canimorphs spun around.

Their jaws dropped.

An enormous Canimorph about twelve feet high lumbered over to them with large, squat legs that looked more like enormous tanks than actual legs. The creature's chest was riddled with six sets of pectorals, each one with a nipple that had a bright, red cock twitching out of it, dripping cum everywhere. Sitting on top of his enormous balls was a nest of coiled, red cocks, a venerable horde of horny snakes ready to strike. Even with only one set of enormous, muscular arms, the creature looked utterly imposing.

"Blackstar..." Mauler whispered, eyes wide in shock.

"Come here boys," Blackstar said, gesturing at them both. "Take a drink from daddy's milk. It'll help you cream these motherfuckers."

Unwilling to argue with a legion of marines on their tails, Mauler scrambled over to Blackstar and wrapped his muzzle around the lowest of the cock nipples. Salty, warm sustenance flooded his throat just as one of Blackstar's many cocks slipped into his ass. He groaned softly, muffled by the massive pectoral that was buried against his nose. Beside him, he saw Buck drinking as well, Blackstar's cum flooding into his liquid form and quickly being absorbed.

Suddenly, Buck pulled away, gasping and clutching his throat.

"Buck!" Mauler cried. Then his throat constricted. "Fu -"

He couldn't get another word out as he dropped to the ground, Blackstar laughing in his ears. Betrayal was the first thought that entered his mind... then unfathomable strength flooded his body. A ferocious roar accompanied his own as his veins popped with new, immeasurable strength. He rolled onto his belly, hunched over as his body exploded outwards in a huge mound of muscle.

Bones, veins and muscle just grew spontaneously, fuelled by Blackstar's delicious cum. His legs burst out, stretching to the point where his feet were actually pushing against Blackstar's massive thighs and pushing the newly made Canimorph back. His bone armour grew and expanded all over his body, covering his enormous biceps and massive paws.

Mauler arched his back, letting out a triumphant howl as his beautiful set of abdominals grew to a monstrous twelve pack, his pecs rivalling a man's shoulder width each. His wrist blades emerged, each one capable of cleaving tanks in two. He grew so large that his shoulders brushed against the hallway walls, his cock burst forward, piercing the fine smoke and causing countless marines to cry out in horror.

He groaned in pleasure as he felt several marines fall haplessly into the slit of his cock. He felt them wiggle and struggle, firing uselessly into the steel-like flesh of his most muscular organ. His tongue rolled out of his muzzle in lust. His hips bucked, urging the marines to fall deeper and deeper down his monstrous tree-sized cock until they dropped into his balls. He could feel his testicles grow the same tentacles the cockoons developed and bring the marines into submission.

"Fuck yeah!" he roared, flexing his arms.

A flood of cum pooled around his legs, rising even so high as to his ankles. For the marines, it was almost waist high.

"This is..."

Buck emerged from the flood, his gargantuan form dwarfing both Mauler and Blackstar. Liquid cum tentacles writhed around him. Smaller clones of his form emerged from the flood, seizing marines and dragging them down into the pool. There was a lot of struggling, a lot of frothing and a lot of screams.

Mauler felt Buck's arm arms wrap around his body and he wrapped his own lips around his mate.

"Enjoy it while it lasts boys," Blackstar warned. "It's only temporary." The pirate-captain-turned-Canimorph winked. "Of course, you can always come back for more."

Mauler smirked. "Welcome to the team, captain."

Triumphant howled cut through their conversation. New Canimorphs burst from the shallow cum, naked, cocks erect and eyes filled with lust. Mauler's own cock convulsed and the titanic Blade joined his howl with theirs.

The marines his cock had swallowed burst forth, joining their comrades in their howls as their now Canimorph bodies drove them to lunge at the nearest human and fuck them silly.

Buck licked Mauler's cheek. "Kids are done!"

The former marine captain smirked. "Hmmm... Kids..."