Anger is seen on the Sergeant's lupine face. "So, it's a race on which side infects more, eh? So be it, but first we find a larger group of humans to infect. By taking every one of the farmer's family and the ranch hands, we've already more than doubled our numbers. We'll need a lot more in our group before we hunt the vamps down and eliminate them along with anyone they've managed to turn inside that Amish community. They'll spread like the Red Plague of Darkness if we don't eliminate them before they've crossed the seas of this world. We need to act fast, soldiers, and we'll bring all those we've made with us."
"Excuse me, Sergeant," the scout interrupted, "but on my return I found a place only four miles away from here, Sir. It was ripe with the odors of fresh untouched humans, Sir."
"Go on, Private Larsson," Sergeant Ben Gryss stated, scratching at his hairy sheath. "I'm listening."
"Well, the signs posted at the unguarded gate called it Colton Military Academy, although it radiated the unmistakable odors of only youth, Sir. Several hundred males, Sir, like the same smell in the pups training bunkers at home, Sergeant. That's what initially attracted me to it, I mean, caught my attention, Sir."
"No need to hide your hunger for males, Private Larsson. In fact, each of us will now be focused on acquiring mostly males, Private. So your hungers might prove useful and even help your pack mates overcome any hesitation and objection when it's their own time to choose one or more of them for mates. Private Walsh and Flores were not too thrilled sharing a lame one between them since there was another readily available, but I felt our best scout would like a reward on his return so I'm grateful I saved one. You're eager for a rage release I see, Private. Maybe you'll mate this one, right, Private?"
Like the other hungry males, eighteen-year-old Private Larsson could not hide his extreme hunger. His needs were clearly visible to his pack brothers and sisters. It was jutting up from a hairy white-blond sheath in the form of a dark red leaking wolf erection.
"Thank you, Sir! Yes, Sir! I, I am. I would really enjoy the release, Sergeant."
"I've saved an older one inside the structure they call the house, but it still has one of their aggravatingly loud weapons. It won't surrender, not until you've spread enough seeds inside its bloodstream. Both our saliva and seed greatly reduces these human's instincts, and seems to make their arousal bond closer with ours, so use that. Doctor Westfell states our bites infect them within a few hours, but once you've seeded them they'll lose their will to your own. That appears the best course of action. Doctor?"
"Yes, Sir," Doctor Westfell said, and nodded, discretely fingering herself. "If you bite the flesh they'll turn, eventually, but seeding them will make their pulse rate speed up, and even helps intimidate them, so they'll submit faster and become our brothers, Sir."
Sergeant Gryss nodded. "Good! They'll be more willing it seems, even becoming excited by the oral stimulation. It appears they adapt to the change rather quickly. They suffer more pain from the physical changes however, and it's still unknown whether they'll be duplicates or reproductive blood mates at all. Doc Westfell feels females won't survive a feral birth, but they may live long enough to deliver the feral offspring. That still remains to be seen, so Doc will test that at a later date on the women we've already converted. I'll give you a few hours to enjoy, Private Larsson, so be ready to head out just before sunrise. The vamps will be in Feast Sleep guarded by new Musk Flyers, but most of them will be newborn so we'll have an advantage to sneak past them. They won't be expecting our attack, but I want you all well sated on the live fodder this farm has to offer in the barns. Each of you also needs to quell that rage within your new brothers, teach them how to control the hunger, especially new pups or we'll suffer unacceptable loss to the feral beast boiling within every one of the newly converted."
"And the two feral we have now, Sir?" Private Wong questioned, shaking his head. "They should give in by sunrise with some luck, and both have fully transformed, Sir."
"Finally a bite of good news, Private. That reminds me. I've decided our feral remain, and yes, even feral will be joining us if they're controllable, and lastly, an offspring created by a feral needs immediate disposal. We know the vamps spread faster using their infected feral flyers to hunt, and they even use children now, so we'll be converting young humans and adding them to our packs now as well. Change the strongest youth to full brothers, but gorge on their weak and we'll have an army of young to devour the vamps ravaged corpses. Well, if none of you have other questions ... dismissed."
Ch 2 Private Larsson the Scout Gets His Reward
Private Larsson quickly raced up to the entry of the open structure, tasting the scent in the interior air, listening to the human's frightened breathing. The human was one level higher, inside a room up the stairwell it could see through the shattered entryway. This world's population must have never suffered the creatures roaming wild in any other known distant world, Larsson realized, staring at the mangled entry, otherwise they would have sturdier barricades and much safer passageways inside their own lairs for their own protection.
Harder muscle, a dense white pelt of sharply spiked, short silken fur, and an even stiffer erection sprouted across Sven Larsson's moist physique faster than the faint thumps that pounded from the human's heartbeat upstairs. Countless bones repositioned and shifted with cracking loud snaps through the muscular young werewolf's body as his skeletal structure reshaped and formed its 6' tall arctic-born Polar Werewolf breed's boyish height. Sven had held back most of his human facial features alterations to preserve his human appearance and his language abilities to speak to the human rather than simply ruthlessly attacking it.
Although the results would be identical, Sven liked to offer his prey a choice, to give its blood, body and life without a fight. Most of them still resisted or tried to flee. Sven only captured males to satisfy the pleasures instilled by his breed, and he wanted his prey to submit to each of his own brutal pleasures willingly. Sometimes he had to kill the ones he tried to convert if they failed to accept their own new lusts, refusing to mate with him. And some turned feral but attempted escape, brutally ripped apart by other feral the instant they left his lair. But the Sergent had explained feral might prove helpful, and unless they'd attacked others, even the feral would be freed if they were controllable. Sven knew feral were not controllable.
Feral created new feral more feral and even more wild than they were themselves, spreading faster than most other werewolf breeds. Even an Alpha wolf could be turned feral by one, if it deposited enough of its own feral seed.
Not a good omen, Sven thought, inhaling deeply.
The strong scents Sven's highly sensitive Polar Werewolf nostrils smelled indicated the person in that room upstairs was...