Colony, September 8th, 2011, 3:46 P.M.
#9 of Colony
This is the second to last chapter of colony!
Special thanks to Lycanthromancer for his editing and advice!
Thanks everyone for reading, and please feel free to post below! I LOVE hearing from people!
This is the second to last chapter of colony!
Special thanks to Lycanthromancer for his editing and advice! Please read his stories! http://lycanthromancer.old.sofurry.com/)
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Thanks everyone for reading, and please feel free to post below! I LOVE hearing from people!
Warning! This story is intended for a mature audience. The story deals with topics like male_-on-_male sex, sexual reproduction, cock vore, transformation, and others. If you are not into those things then stop here! If you are into those things, enjoy!
This is the third book in the series.
Colony, September 8th, 2011, 3:46 P.M.
Chase and his gang of partially changed alien wolves had been on the road for days. They had thankfully found two large vans in the parking lots above the bunker they had escaped, but as their transformations progressed it was getting harder and harder to hide. Even at night, when their black fur made it possible to stop and stretch their legs beside the roads, the men were cautious and alert. Currently Chase was outside in the pitch black of the night, sitting in the top of a huge dead tree. His arms were completely covered in black fur up to his shoulders. A thick patch of dense fur covered most of his chest and stomach, but other than growing fur his body hadn't changed a whole lot.
A bright bolt of blue lightning arced up Chase's arm fur as his aggravation began to make the black fur twitch and spark.
"Can I come up?" a voice asked from below the tree. It was Jack of course, and Chase could hardly deny the man's request. As Jack ascended the tree his fur and claws made the chore nearly effortless. They were both naked, but more because it was vastly more comfortable in the hot desert air. At night it was a little breezy, but the cold felt good after suffering in the van all day. "I can smell your frustration from the van," Jack said softly as he reached up to join Chase on his perch. "What's wrong?"
Before he could stop himself Chase's cock was stretching forward and slipping over Jack's. Over the last couple of days a sense of being dominant over the other male had been growing inside Chase, and he had spent more and more time linked with Jack and feeding from his cock. "It's just that we've been on the road for days now, and we still don't know if we're going the right way!" Chase sounded as annoyed as he looked. His anger and confusion surged through their linked cocks causing Jack to feel his emotions.
"Can't you sense Pat anymore?" Jack asked his mate the question, but he could already see the answer through their link. Chase spoke anyways.
"I can, but it's not the same as before. He's been distracted these last few days by something important. I kept hoping he would send someone as a guide, but all the other wolves are busy too!" Chase growled as his cock began to feed off his mate's food stores. "That feels good Jack; did you eat before you came up here?"
"Everyone but Jeff and Tom are out hunting; Harvey caught a coyote and ate it... with his cock... then he fed me before I left the van," Jack explained. His mind was still working around the idea of eating with his cock. It was strange, but lately even Tom and Jeff had stopped eating with their mouths anymore. Now it was through the cock, or not at all, if you were hungry. Thankfully there was a steady supply of cum to feed on, and when one man would catch something big it could feed those who were less fortunate.
Thinking about Harvey and Samson made Chase frown as he worried about the two men. They were growing faster than anyone else. Even Chase and Jack weren't packing on mass as fast as those two were. It didn't surprise him that Harvey could eat a small mammal with his cock. Yesterday Chase had been fed by Samson, and he thought the man's huge three-foot cock was about the biggest thing he'd ever taken up his ass. But it had felt blissfully good. "It's too bad we can't use our cum to make fur like we did back at the base... we might not have to stop for gas if we could make the vans run off cum!"
Chase smiled as he looked into Jack's eyes. "That might be the best idea I've heard since we escaped!"
...
Pat watched excitedly as he hung beside his mate. The whole pack had gathered around the column where their eggs had been growing steadily larger over the last few days. It was finally time for the young wolves to hatch, and nobody wanted to miss it! "I think it's starting!" Pat said and woofed in excitement. The eggs were all nearly perfect four-foot spheres, and the fur hanging off them was about five feet long. A soft sound came from John's egg first, sounding almost like a series of barks and yips. In a few short moments the other eggs began to mimic the sounds of the first.
John reached out tenderly as the bottom of his egg was ruptured from the inside, and a tiny furry arm reached out. The fur hanging from the egg prevented the tiny cub from falling, but John's huge paws were already waiting to catch the cub. The first-born cub was quickly followed by Pat's egg, and then the others all began to hatch as well. Each parent wolf eagerly pulled the cubs into their arms and began licking the egg juices from their fur. Pat was the only wolf able to snuggle up to his mate while caring for his own cub. John made a soft murring sound as he and Pat worked to clean both cubs.
Each cub was about three feet tall with the same general canine physiology as their parents. They had two arms and two legs designed for walking on all fours. Each cub had a tail, about as long as their tiny bodies for climbing and balance. The cubs were born blind, but they had an acute sense of smell, and they could naturally identify and find their parents. As the cubs yipped and whined their fathers learned to recognize each cub by the sound of their voice, the color of their scent, and the markings on their snouts and faces. A coat of long black fur covered the cubs from head to tail, but their belly and chest fur was soft and downy. Naturally they lacked the ability to produce cum from their tiny cocks, but the cubs could still link with their parents when the adult wolves allowed it. It would be a while before the infant cubs could feed on anything other than milk.
Once their fur had been licked clean each of the tiny cubs was placed up against his father's chest. John groaned in pleasure as his and Pat's cubs both latched on to his lowest set of pectoral teats. Pat wrapped his wings around the two cubs as John's huge middle cock pushed into his mate's ass. "We made these two little cubs," he said in a happy growl. John's dark golden eyes looked into Pat's as the smaller Beta used his body to deflect the cold of their den. The cubs were so vulnerable that even Pat felt a powerful urge to protect and shelter them. Their tiny tails wound into the three-foot long shaggy pelt that covered the underside of their Alpha father. Just like with Pat the fur wrapped over the two tiny cubs and John's growls dropped in tone as his own instincts kicked in hard and strong.
"What's wrong John?" Pat asked and looked up at his mate.
"I won't let anything hurt you or our cubs, Pat!" John growled protectively as his lower two arms closed over his new family. "I hope you're comfortable, 'cause we're going to be like this for quite some time!"
"I don't mind," Pat said eagerly as his mate pushed two more cocks into his ass. John could fit all five inside Pat, but he usually left two of his shaggy black-furred cocks out. These two cocks wound up to where his cubs rested and tenderly nuzzled their tiny bodies. "Besides, I could stay like this forever as long as I get to stay with you."
John growled protectively as his arms locked around his mate and cubs. He didn't have to tell Pat that he wanted the beta to stay with him while their cubs grew in the protective embrace between them. Unlike the others, who had to take turns hunting and caring for their offspring, John was big enough to take his whole family out hunting with him. It was a great help to the protective alpha, and the added weight of Pat and the cubs was nothing to his titanic strength. It was pretty late that night already when John left the den and leapt into the cool night air. The two cubs were fast asleep between their fathers. Pat wasn't used to flying so high, but John had perfected the art of hunting at night.
Just like how Pat imagined a dragon would do, John surveyed the forest and mountainsides as he flew silently through the night skies. His fur mimicked the pattern of stars above, and the foliage below. Pat's fur responded perfectly to his mate's as he helped perfect the underside camouflage pattern John was using. Once the Alpha wolf spotted something worth eating in the forest below them he would dive silently and pluck the unfortunate beast right out of the forest. Sometimes it was with his upper arms or his lower legs, and other times he would use his huge spiked tail. Prey was always eaten live and struggling by one of his free cocks, but occasionally John would need his middle cock to eat a particularly large animal. Naturally John fed Pat as well, though the other wolf ate substantially smaller meals.
Once the two of them were full John dropped into one of his old favorite trees. It was the pine he had completed his transformation in some time ago. The huge tree bore the signs of frequent habitation by the Alpha. Its trunk was painted with thick black fur, but instead of hurting the tree the fur seemed to be helping it grow!
Pat watched through his mate's eyes as John inspected the furry branches in the darkness. It was remarkable, but the tree was becoming strong enough to support John's entire weight, even on a single branch! John and Pat both noticed something as they landed in the large tree. All across the furry black limbs were small outgrowths of smooth red bark. These growths were about a foot long and covered at the base with long sharp pine needles that protected the phallic wooden growths. John sniffed one of the strange things and his brain told him it was filled with an edible substance.
Curious as to why his body was telling him to feed from these strange wooden cocks, John closed a cock over the nearest growth and growled as something thick and sticky pushed into his cock mouth. It wasn't like sap because there was no sweet taste to it. In fact the best way to describe it was to say it tasted bitter and salty like cum. The tree in turn got a liberal coating of John's juices as he drooled and fed off the cum-squirting wooden cock.
Before too long Pat and John had all their cocks out feeding on the wooden growths around them. As they fed more and more of their own thick juices drooled uncontrollably from their cock mouths. It was the same sort of cum that helped them pull prey into their hungry cocks, but unlike when they ate animals the tree seemed to absorb these juices with its long needle-like leaves. The branches around them began to creak and crack as the tree fur thickened and widened. The needles of the tree began to grow longer and more ridged, but they were no threat to the thick fur pelt of the wolves resting in their branches.
In the hours of feeding and being fed the tree began to thicken around its trunk. The wooden growths gushed more and more cum into the hungry wolves as the tree grew taller and larger. By the time the sun peaked over the mountains the mutant pine tree was getting so large that it was easily towering over the smaller trees below it. John growled sleepily as he pulled his cocks off the tree's red wooden phalluses, and Pat followed his example. "This might be a good supplementary food source," John growled as he carried his family back towards their den. John was already excited about telling the pack about the new source of food he had discovered.
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After driving through most of the night Chase told Tom to pull over. It was well past morning, but so far Jack's idea was working quite well. Each man had to take turns in the passenger seat pumping cum into the engines of the vans, but so far they hadn't had to use gasoline or stop to refuel. It was a good thing because they were running out of money, and soon they might not even be able to pass for humans at all. Even Tom and Jeff were starting to get so hairy that when they stopped to fuel the vans people gave them weird looks. At least they could still wear clothes! By this point nearly everyone had huge throbbing black-furred cocks. Most of the guys were learning how to extend their cock tusks and pick things up with the thick muscular members.
The men all had fur covering their hands and feet, along with most of their waists and backsides. Chase and Jack had lost their human feet through the night, and had grown large sturdy paws in place of soft human feet. Their legs were quickly changing as well, and walking around upright was getting more and more difficult by the hour. Thankfully just before morning broke over the distant horizon Chase felt a familiar presence in his mind. "Pat?" Chase asked out loud and got a quick glance from Jack, Harvey, and Samson who were all seated behind him.
<I can feel you getting closer.> Pat said as his thoughts filtered into Chase's mind.
"We just passed the New Mexico-Colorado line," Chase said quickly. "I can't sense you very well anymore; where should we go from here?"
<Head towards the Pike National Forest; you must abandon your vehicles in the next few days.> Pat was somehow filling Chase's head with images of the mountains around where he and the rest of the pack lived.
"It will take forever to walk that far!" Chase said quickly.
<I will do what I can to help you, but it will take some time to work at this distance. Find somewhere to hide, and build up your strength in the coming days. You will know when it is time to travel again.>
Chase shook his head as his connection with Pat faded. He was tired, and his head hurt from the strain. He didn't know it yet, but even Pat was drained by communicating from such distances.
"What did he say?" Jack asked quickly.
"We need to find somewhere to hunker down for a while. Pat is going to help us, but we can't keep driving around in these vans," Chase said sadly. After all the work he and Jack had done to adjust the vans it stung a bit to be told to abandon them.
"How will we..." Jack began to get angry, but Chase held up his hand to stop his protest.
"We have to believe that Pat knows what he is doing," Chase said and shook his head. He looked down at his furry clawed hands and his cock shoved through the furry hole in the van's dash. "Look at what he's already given us..." The two vans raced down the road as the eight men hurried to join the rest of their species.
...
Not far behind them a whole caravan of military vehicles were tearing down the road towards Chase and the others. A tall man with thick gray hair frowned as his caravan was forced to pull over and refuel at a small gas station. He didn't care one lick about how much the gas cost, only that he got it into the thirty or so vehicles as fast as possible. "General West sir!" a soldier said as he hurried over, handed the man a manila envelope, and gave him a quick salute. "This was faxed to us about an hour ago sir!"
The soldier hurried off after handing West the envelope. Inside was a report on the two vans the military believed held around eight terrorists. "This is bullshit!" West said and threw the envelope into his own vehicle.
"Is something wrong, sir?" The woman who asked was wearing a beautiful red dress which seemed terribly out of place in the arid New Mexico desert. She stepped around the government vehicle and smiled at General West. Her face was hauntingly pretty along with perfect ruby red lips and painfully straight white teeth.
"It's nothing Miss Scarlet, just some more reports on the location of the terrorists." West grimaced as he said the word 'terrorists'. He didn't believe these were fucking terrorists at all!
Miss Scarlet smiled as she daintily plucked the reports from where they had fallen. "From the satellite images it Looks like they're headed straight into our trap." She seemed to pause as she looked up at General West, "Why the long face General?"
"It's nothing," West said and looked away from the woman. The sun was just starting to rise in the distance. He didn't want to say anything to this woman, nothing at least about his personal feelings. Scarlet was beautiful, but she was the last person on earth you could hope to confide in. West was no fool, and he had seen his fair share of suits through the years. Regardless of who Scarlet worked for he was certain that her motives were hardly benign.
"That's probably for the best," Scarlet said and trailed a crimson fingernail across West's uniform. "I want you and your men to be in tip top shape for what's about to happen. No mess-ups this time."
General West groaned and turned away from the woman. "We'd better get moving if we want to catch up with them... According to this report they aren't stopping for gas anymore."
"Maybe they're carrying fuel?" Scarlet said and handed the reports back to West.
"I guess we'll see when we catch them," he said and turned to get back into his car. Scarlet smiled as she watched the man. He was handsome, but she hadn't managed to get a single rise out of him so far. Too bad; she wouldn't mind a romantic encounter with a big muscular general like Fredric West. He might be an officer, but rumor had it that he still trained alongside his most trusted men. Scarlet secretly wondered if she could get a glimpse of the man during one of his legendary "training sessions" that a few of the soldiers spoke so highly of.
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After a quick break beside the road, Chase loaded the vans back up and told the rest of the crew his plan. They seemed to accept his temporary leadership for the time being, but more than anything Chase thought they were scared. Jack seemed to believe in Chase, and Chase believed in Pat.
"Maybe you should get some rest," Tom said as Chase hopped into the passenger seat.
"I'll be fine," Chase said with a soft chuckle. "I heard you and Jeff going at it while we were resting. Maybe you should let me drive for awhile?"
"Naw," Tom said and grinned at Chase." I can drive for a long time. I used to stay up and play video games all night long, so driving isn't so bad.
"I see," Chase said, and frowned.
Tom smiled again as he looked over at Chase. "I heard you and Jack going at it too!" the smaller man continued to smile as he drove. "I know you aren't part of the military, but what do you think about 'Sergeant' Jack?"
Chase smiled and glanced back at the man sleeping in the back of the van beside Samson. Jack looked so rough and tough on the outside, but he was a big pushover when it came to relationships. More than anything the other male just wanted Chase to be happy. It showed in his thoughts and actions every time they fed off one another. "I never thought he would be into sex with men, but I think we managed to work through that issue," Chase said softly and looked over at Tom. "What do you think about him?"
"I think you two look pretty good together, but I don't think we have much of a choice really." Tom seemed to think before he continued. "Did that alien voice in your head tell you anything about why we're all pairing up like this? I mean, did he explain why I like Jeff so much, and why you like Jack?"
"No," Chase said and shook his head, "but I think we'll understand when we reach the rest of the pack."
Tom nodded and turned back to the road. The silence gave Chase some time to think. Feeding the van a steady supply of cum helped relax his mind, but he stayed awake for some time as he dwelled on Pat's instructions. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.