The group, six in all, gathered around a tall woman, whose patch on her uniform read "C. Jacobson". She was obviously their leader. Her black hair shone in the moonlight, the color of polished onyx, and her eyes gleamed green. "We need to get a move on; noone accounted for how powerful the moon was on this planet. Daniels-eta until transformation?"
A wiry soldier, young and male punched some keys on a handheld unit, "Fifteen minutes at most, ma'am."
"Alright, then we need to work efficiently," Jacobson said. "There's a small community, presumably agricultural in nature about a mile or two from here. This is a standard recruitment procedure. Hit fast, but kill none. Our primary objective is to gain a foothold tonight. Understood?" She didn't wait for an answer. "When we get to the town, look for common gathering areas, like clubs or bars, and hit them first. Our standard intelligence indicates that most non-lycanthropes will either hide in their homes, making them easy to pick off at our leisure, or will run to the scene of the disturbance, bringing them right to us. Either way this will be nothing more complex than what you went through in basic training. Let's GO!"
The team ran with a superhuman speed, though betraying no evidence of their bestial nature.
--------------5 minutes---------------
They were on the outskirts of the town. Jacobson began to feel the pull of the moon, and knew her team was feeling it as well.Her uniform had begun to chafe, a sure sign the change was coming. She guided her team behind a stand of trees on a soft hillside, surveying the town. No buildings were lit up, and Jacobson realized her time calculation had been off. Everyone in the town was asleep. "New plan," she said, "all potential recruits are in their homes. Threat risk to any of us is miniscule. Simple home invasion strategy will be employed. We will split off individually and recruit as many as possible. Remember, kills are to be kept to an absolute minimum. As for now, stash our gear and uniforms here, and prepare to induce the transformation."
A collective sigh of relief came from the team, who had obviously been fighting to ignore the moonlight. Eagerly they began to disrobe, Jacobson and her five team members, four men and one other woman. They walked a few metres away from one another, all naked. "Release it!" cried Jacobson.
The men all grabbed their cocks, and began masturbating, staring at the moon, growls emanating from their throats, while Suarez, the other female plunged her fingers into herself with similar noises.
Jacobson hooked a finger into a hoop that hung from her clitoris, tugging at it as she watched them change, facing them, letting them see her changing as well. This was why she'd joined her army's strike team; she loved the change more than even the average lycanthrope.
The bodies of her troops swelled as the change took hold; muscle mass building, their bodies being coated in thick fur of varying shades. The change came quickly, from being pent up, and then released in such a manner. Soon, all six had orgasmed, and stood, leaving no trace of the soldiers, only the beasts remained.
They split off as planned, heading down the hillside for the houses on the outskirts of the town. Meanwhile, the townsfolk slept, unaware of the grim future that lay ahead.