There were twelve of them, eleven women and one man. All of them stood six feet tall, with muscular bodies. All of them had coal black hair, aside from two redheaded twins and one blonde.
The composition of the group wasn't a coincidence. They'd had to make a run for it from their homeworld, having lost the advantage in the war against the humans in their dimension. The group that had escaped was a first strike team, one assembled to quickly gain a foothold on the world they'd discovered, but kept secret for years, for just such an emergency.
The leader's name was Blake, John Blake, not that it really mattered. He was the most dangerous of the group, moreso since he was the alpha.
"Like I said, we'll just...uhh..." Blake said, dropping the massive pack of supplies on the ground, staring up at the sky.
He hadn't counted on it being a full moon. Something about this moon seemed stronger than their own, and he felt an energy beginning to surge inside of him.
The women felt it too, fidgeting nervously, tugging slightly at their clothing. None of the group was dressed in fatigues, or anything else that might seem even slightly miltaristic. This was an infiltration mission, and so the women were dressed in skirts and short tops. Blake himself was in a polo shirt and jeans.
There were two problems with this, though there was really no way they could have known, and in the heat of the battle, no real way to avoid it. Firstly, all of them had a whole lot of skin exposed to the moon, a moon that for whatever reason exerted roughly ten times the effect of their old moon upon their lycanthropic biology. Secondly, the women were not chosen so much for their command over their condition, as for their general attractiveness and their propensity to exude pheremones that aroused and attracted both human and werewolf alike.
To exacerbate the situation further, none of the women wore either a bra or underwear. Doing so would have simply impeded the flow of the pheremones into the air, not to mention it simply wasn't a custom on their world. Unfortunately, this meant one less layer of clothing to shield sensitive genital flesh from moonlight. Moonlight that was baring down on them stronger than anything they'd ever experienced.
One of the black haired women began to tremble. "So....so bright!" she said, staring up at the moon, her eyes yellowing.
"Ladies, control...control it," Blake said, struggling to look away from the moon.
"So...so...hot!" whispered one of the twins, her skin glistening with sweat, her eyes just as yellow.
Blake fell to his knees, smelling the musk of the whole pack wafting toward him. "Ladies...grrrr...coonnnnt...grr...contrrrrrl it!" he said, a line of spittle dripping from his mouth, running down his chin. His teeth had grown pointed, and his eyes were as yellow as everyone elses.
The women began to all moan, their arousal and struggle fueling each other's. Blake, trying to avoid the moon's gaze saw that all of the women now had fur racing up their legs. He doubted that there was anyway to regain control now.