Ch 2b Private Larsson the Scout Gets His Reward - cont'd
The strong scents Sven's highly sensitive Polar Werewolf nostrils smelled indicated the person in that room upstairs was an uninfected and healthy human male about 19 or 20, only a year or two older than himself. And the strong scent coming from him radiated the heavy odor of absolute terror and unquestionable mortal fear.
Unfortunately, Sven was not able to hide his fangs like other breeds of werewolves in the werewolf worlds. All Polar Werewolves had permanent fangs and the sexual organs of a pure wolf in both human and wolf form, along with heavier thick pelts, and white to pale gray eyes. Most stood between 6 to 7 feet tall. But at only 18, Sven stood an almost 6', with snow-white eyes, and was thickly covered by a dense, silky soft white pelt of spiky fur. His partially transformed werewolf form, a human hybrid-wolf shape, would be terrifying to his prey, but Sven didn't want to suffer a gunshot's painful sting by remaining in his total human form either, so he'd changed to a protective form just in case their weapons were found dangerous to them.
The vampire and werewolf species that now walked the Earth knew that the true resources of the planet Earth had been removed billions of years in its prehistoric past. Now it was only the human's population that were useful for other planet's dominant life forms. And for werewolves, they were useful for food, vampire bait, feral slaves, or to increase their numbers and ranks for mating.
Some were destined for the feral pits, though, either naturally, as punishment, or if needed, to supply the pits with fresh new replacements and healthier feral stock. Some werewolves still enjoyed using feral for hunting, thrilled with all the risks that hunting feral wolves supplied them.
And Sven's erection was now heavily pouring its infected treasure between his feet on the lifeless plank of wood at the shattered entryway, eager to take this human for a mate. The untouched lone human upstairs would soon learn to submit, or wind up a feral in their pit. But whichever it decided, it would still be Sven's first transformed human from this world and the thought excited and aroused him even more than normal.
Leaping from the base of the stairs to the top in two powerful strides, Sven heard the voice shout out, "who's there?" revealing both its location and the sweet timber of what sounded closer to the cadence of a young teenager's higher pitched innocence. And when the pup's tangled dark hair and young face leaned past the opened entry, the teen gasped with shock.
Sven charged quickly and ignored the blasting BOOM of the weapon in its hand and the weak burning sting that hit the middle of his chest, instead, easily bashing the useless weapon from its hands and grabbing the delicious fear-scented pup by his neck. Lifting the boy up off the floor, the arms and legs instantly began to wildly thrash with its efforts to escape, a waste for its own cause but enjoyable to watch for Sven's breed.
"Please, oh God, please let me go," the human chortled, grasping the creature's hairy arm, trying to wriggle free and escape. He frantically kicked at the creature. "Lemme go ... can't breathe ... y-you're hurting me."
Allowing the human to struggle even more increased its fear, weakening its fight rapidly, and giving the teen enough time to realize his fight was useless. Strangely, this human continued fighting and wasting valuable efforts anyway, prying at his unmovable fingers. They had will, Sven growled, knowing this one wasn't going to submit easily, if at all.
Sven shook the human and tightened his grip slightly, causing the boy to pass out from his struggled labored breathing. Dropping the teen onto the elevated sleeping pad they used, Sven's change was becoming more difficult to control. He quickly shredded the clothing the dark-haired human teen wore, allowing Sven to examine its boyish genitals and thin physical form closely, checking if the pup could be a worthy addition to his northern werewolf Polar breed.
Very few werewolves from his home lairs bore the dark characteristics that he hoped this one might retain, but Sven decided he needed to mate this young one to avoid becoming Private Wong's mate himself. He'd still enjoy the results even if the pup's dark features faded or took on a trace of Sven's own lighter coloring.
Hopefully, the pup wouldn't turn into a resistant feral like most youthful pups.
The boy stirred, and Sven let most of his full change through, leaving only his human speech to be able to communicate and offer the boy a full change to become his mate.
"Oh man, it's real!" the boy shouted, glancing at the white-blond werewolf, and at the sperm dripping upright red erection of the wolfish beast. He suddenly realized his own nakedness. "Get ... oh man, get away from me! Gimme my clothes back! Why-why did you take 'em off me?"
The teenager suddenly rolled over to the other side of the elevated mattress and leaped from it, bolting for the door in a foolish attempt at escape.
Leaping in front of the entry and blocking it, Sven said, "I will ask only once, human, but think long before answering at what I have to offer. I ask you to give me your body and soul, and lust, without a fight. Then you'll have my own same pleasures and become mated with me. In return I'll--"
"Oh God, what?" interrupted the teen, shocked the wolf beast would ask him something so perverted. "No! No way! That's like ... gross! You want me to ... to like do sex with you! I ain't done none of that real sex crud. I ain't never even done nothin', and it ain't somethin' I wanna knows 'til I'm like bigger."
"I asked you to think long before answering!" Sven shook his head, angered by the teen's instant refusal. Most that refused and answered that quick were sure to become feral. "You won't surrender? If I just force you it won't take long for my seed to make you my mate, with or without your own sexual enjoyment. You'll still turn, learning my powers, becoming stronger, more muscular, powerful as your inner wolf once I make you become a werewolf. Don't you want to be a werewolf?"
The boy raised his eyebrows. "You-you'd make me a werewolf?"
Sven couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes. I will. I'll even let you choose if you want to become my mate or not, once you've become a werewolf."
Now he knew why the Sergeant chose this world of humans to join their werewolf numbers. They weren't very intelligent, and their weapons were just loud noise-makers. He also knew what changing any of them would make them feel toward the werewolf who turned them into another werewolf, especially when they were turned through sexual means. And Sven's werewolf breed was an extremely sexually aroused male only breed, reproducing only through the sexual infection the spread into other males. Women were used for food, but most turned feral with extreme diseases and rarely survived more than a few hours after being bitten.
"But I don't wanna be your mate and I, I don't know, man, I like don't wanna know what you would do to me, I mean, I don't, you know, like have to kiss you or suck on your cock to be a werewolf, do I?"
Sven's shook his head. "No! I wouldn't need you to kiss or suck me, but if you do not willingly agree, then you may end up becoming a feral werewolf, unable to revert to your human form at all, and likely become a slave to hundreds of other feral. And their sex needs are far more uncontrollable than a non-feral werewolf's needs, so it'd be best if you just willingly surrender to me and enjoy what I need to do."
Looking away from the beast, Matthew Foster decided he'd do it if he could become a big strong werewolf too, as long as he didn't need to be this thing's homo mate and suck on its shiny red dick. He knew anything would be better than having to face his own family again. They'd told him to stay awake and watch over his brother until morning, but he'd fallen asleep. Besides, his brother wasn't discovered yet, hiding in a cedar cabinet in Matt's room, still safe ... for now.
At 22, his blind brother was the only one that hadn't been found by the attacking werewolves , and Matt wanted to keep him safe and alive, even if it meant he'd have to become a werewolf himself. He'd never let the werewolf make him its mate, though, and planned to attack and kill the monster if it tried to do anything sexual to him.
"Okay," Matt said, looking back at the creature. He turned away again when he noticed that its cock had swelled even larger. "I-I'll do it! But don't ... don't tell me what you're gonna do, I guess, jus' do it! I don't wanna remember what you do, okay?"
Sven nodded despite not having any way to do that. He figured the pup just needed some coaxing to become a werewolf without understanding its reward, especially with a likely chance he'd eventually be found and turned by vamps instead if their squad didn't defeat them. And vamps made all male pups become feral animals; worm spreading vamp bats that guarded their lairs. They were the worst and most bloodthirsty form of the vampires. Eternal things more animal than human in both appearance and nature.
Feral Musk Flyers.
Ch 3 Gunter and Dylan Settle Their Dispute
Gunter Heintz slammed his cock deeply inside the moist female, moaning as she plunged her fangs deeper inside the front of his throat, sucking his blood out so forcefully his toes curled in pain as something within her vagina inserted thick hot tentacle-like feelers into his swollen cock, wriggling upwards through his urethra.
Gunter wasn't sure what her tentacles were doing in his erection, and didn't care because he was finally having sex with a woman. Her slippery and tight hairy pussy felt soaking wet to the previously virgin 16-year-old teenager, pleasuring him far more than his hand ever aroused him before even with help from magazines and his girlfriend's panties. But it was unlike any of the images and stories he had ever seen and heard about from Dutch, German, and pure Amish friends who shared the full details of their sexual experience and close, 'I almost made it with her' sexual conquests with both Amish and English girls.
This woman was giving Gunter more erotic stimulating pleasure than they could ever have experienced with any Amish girl they 'almost made it with'.
Gunter hadn't ejaculated in her yet, though, not even a drop or squirt. But fluids were streaming out of her dark wet nest in blasted long spurts like a hose had been turned on, soaking his crotch, legs, feet, bed sheets, even the mattress underneath his butt where they screwed on the edge of the bed. And Gunter's cock now felt so raging hard and stiff inside her it was throbbing with his lust and painful constant arousal.
This sexy woman was a vampire, an authentic bloodsucking immortal foxy lady of the night, yet she had chosen Gunter to have sex with her instead of any one of over two hundred far more attractive males and muscular Amish teenagers within their remote farming community.
Gunter felt like he'd been singled out by her somehow, purposely selected for a special critical role that would need brains over looks or physical brawn, or some other trait he might have had that the others didn't possess.
Even the most popular young teenager--a poster boy of the Amish community that everyone including Gunter adored, Jurgen Reicht, and the worst bully troublemaker that every Elder wanted banished and Gunter despised, Dylan Weiss, sleeping in a bed directly across from him for the full month of the Rumspringa, a welcoming for 16-year-old teenagers to commit to enter Amish adulthood or be shunned and possibly forced to leave the community after Rumspringa's end--had been passed up by this demonic Asian vampire Goddess.
She'd chosen him above all of them! Yeah, not even you, Dylan Weiss, Gunter thought.
Gunter groaned when he sensed the woman's large upper fangs retracting and her wet tongue increasing its lapping frenzy at his neck. He'd been unable to look past the spicy black hairs fanned out across his face, smothering him beneath her warm heavy musk, or breathe in her scent without feeling his cock swell and throb with each inhale he took.
But as she continued violently licking and siphoning up the blood escaping her fang bite, Gunter felt his boner pulsing like a discharge through its full length. Except each long spasm he felt created the strangest sensations inside his rigid shaft.
It felt as if his erection was sucking her vaginal juices into him rather than spewing any of his own semen out into her warm female womb.
Despite the sensations, Gunter's swollen boner kept steadily throbbing throughout her blood sucking vampire feast, and his stiffened 6" erection maintained its full hardness far longer than Gunter had ever experienced.
When the strong fingers clutching the hair at the back of his head finally released their grasp, the Asian vampire briefly turned her head and he caught a quick glance at the teen soundly asleep on the straw bed across the 10' gap between them.
Bastard! Gunter thought as he saw Dylan Weiss' body move--still sound asleep--before the sexy female vampire firmly grabbed onto his hair and tilted his head back again.
Gunter's sight of the muscular German bully proved to him that the teenager's presence was typical. Dylan appeared whenever he didn't want him anywhere nearby, and was never there when he needed him to be, like when an Elder was nearby to see that it was the bully doing something bad, targeting everyone in their 1000-member Pennsylvania Amish tight knit community.
Only once had any Elder threatened shunning Dylan for breaking community rules, dragging the teen out of the classroom and all the way to their barbershop to drastically impose some new Amish specific hairstyle regulation, reserved, usually, for just the youngest children within the mostly German or Dutch families.
They'd handcuffed the blond, sandy-haired German 16-year-old right to the barber's chair and gave him that same closely cropped sides and back haircut every young teen Amish boy was now forced to keep in a precise shape and well-groomed length without option.
Dylan claimed it closely resembled that same Hitler Youth hairstyle left over from Nazi Germany, and he was not a Nazi, although everyone started calling him "Nazi" the moment his resistance that he'd openly expressed to an Elder spread through the community.
Worse, Gunter's own sandy-blond streaked hair matched Dylan's streaked blond hair color so exactly it made them look even more like they'd been identical twins or brothers once Dylan's Amish hairstyle and haircut had happened. Since birth, endless vile rumors had spread about both Amish families, leading to Elder investigation and even an alleged DNA test off community to resolve if both Dylan and Gunter were twins, or in fact unrelated.
The result was never disclosed, every rumor swept behind the barn. By 9-years-old, Dylan's life turned rogue, and with a discovery of weightlifting at the slaughter mills, Dylan became the toughest muscular bully in the community, and Gunter's own personal nightmare.
Except for the muscles, they resembled one another so closely that his friends would even tease him, calling him Dylan or Nazi and acting like he was the teen bully, running away and acting terrified of him.
And that just gave Dylan an excuse to torture Gunter even more.
Unbeknownst to either Dylan or Gunter, they weren't related at all despite their close twin-like resemblance.
"Almost ready, my eager pet," the Asian vampire quietly whispered, lapping up the blood spilling from four large healing punctures on the teen's neck. "Soon you will plant your worms into others tonight, just like your cute brother must, see, over there with Viktor? Once he's turned him, I'm sure you'll both share what my mate Viktor and I have, as will all of your own new brothers for another few millennia, or at least until your feral mind fails and slowly devolves into the second more feral stage."
Gunter turned his head and spotted the male vampire now fighting Dylan's struggle, and he saw the bully teen's eyes bulging with helpless humiliation. "That, oh boy he's, oh boy he ... he's really doing that with ... with another ... another male! Does he know that it's giving ... oh boy, he does. And it's giving him it's hand and, and giving Dylan's boner a hand toss!"
"Quiet, my pet," the female vampire said, rising from Gunter's lap with a slushy liquid slurping wet sound of splashing fluids. "Your other brothers only need wake when you're ready for them, but there are portals in this place we are still unfamiliar with, and the sun is already weakening us. We can't keep this time rift open for an eternity so you'll both need to be quick, and ... oh, don't mind that one, my little pet, it's just one of hundreds of muskworm larvae now multiplying the vamp musk and my own genotype within your human body."
"The ... the what?" Gunter shouted, and quickly pulled his hand back from his still erect and throbbing cock, cringing. "Please ... get it out of me! Get... please get it out!"
Glancing down, Gunter had seen what he thought was a white rope of cum dangling from the tip of his stiff and slime saturated penis, and had wiped his hand on his bed sheet. But looking back down at the long white cable he had been toying with as she spoke, staring at the muskworm larvae dangling from his vent made him feel nauseous, as if he was about to hurl. He reached down to pull it out, and two filament-like fibers slipped out of the end and violently thrashed from side to side as it propelled its slimy wet length fully inside his urethra. Gunter noticed it gave him the same feeling he had earlier when he'd been having sex with the sexy Asian vampire, aware now that every one of those spasms he had were likely not an orgasm but more of the muskworms flowing upwards through his boner's vent.
"That wouldn't ... help ... remove the other worms," the male vampire said, violently pounding himself against Dylan's backside. His long red tongue feverishly lapped and slurped at the back and sides of the teenager's blond head. "Besides, each one of them will help you infect your Amish brothers, and there are still 42 others in this sleeping chamber that will need ... ahh, fuck that felt good, um, yeah, 42 still need some of those worms inside them to become like you. Look at that Asia! He's already taking on quite a noticeable tinge of your homeland's Japanasia color. I concede, my love, he'll clearly look just like your species and offspring, Asia."
What was he talking about, Gunter wondered. He wasn't making sense. Her offspring?
The Asian female vampire cackled. "And yours will spawn thousands with your Russlavic continent's genes in this Off World, Viktor. Hmm. You're right, though. Quicker change than back in our world. He might have made for an extremely attractive Japanasia vampire youth if his blood and bodily fluids weren't infected by all of the larvae infesting the liquids inside him, now. But, it won't be long for his physical change to really take hold, and well, we could speed their time up even a little more if you like."
Viktor nodded. "Yes, we should, Asia."
"That felt real intense, man," Dylan stated, rubbing at the bite in his scalp. "Did you give me a hickey back there? Vamps like totally rule. Holy shit, I got fangs! Is that my little ... lit ... my-my cute sexy best friend, Gunter Heintz? Is that you, Gun?"
Gunter shuddered, terrified the bully he feared most had turned into a vampire. Even if he were a powerful vampire now, too, Dylan would clearly be stronger and ... did he just call me his "cute sexy best friend?" Those were not words Dylan even understood, and if he were saying them then it was simply to deceive him and ... stars-alive! Why the heck did Dylan Weiss look so hot? It was like he'd become a stud. His hair was so sexy and blond, and it was streaked with much lighter blond hair now and, wow! His muscles were so well defined that even the thought of touching them made Gunter's already stiff boner swell instantly harder.
Looking down at his hard uncut shaft, Gunter realized his own body looked different now, too. His cock had much darker foreskin, and more of it, and even his flesh seemed a bit more bronzed-brownish color. And even the sparse hairs on his arms seemed darker, too, and his pubes looked over twice as bushy as earlier, and they were nearly black, now.
As Dylan walked toward him, Gunter didn't feel threatened. He was attracted to him, and he wanted to rub both his hands through Dylan's light blond hair. What had she done to him? I have to freakin' fight this, he thought. This wasn't what he expected or wanted.
"Your hair looks sexy, Gun," Dylan said, reaching out and combing his fingers through Gunter's jet-black hair. His cock swelled, instantly spilling precum. "And your eyes, man, they look so, I don't know, so mysterious the way they slant down like that and fuck, man! They're so dark and sexy, Gun. But your hair is like, so hot, Gun, I wanna just keep playing with, no, grooming it for you, Gun. I wanna taste it, too, Gun."
Gunter swallowed, trying to think. "Yours is--"
Dylan couldn't wait, pulling the most attractive Asian-looking teen that he'd ever seen to his lips, passionately kissing the hot teenager. He moaned, struggling to prevent spurting his orgasm when their warm and wet tongue's touched, tasting one another.
Gunter couldn't believe he was kissing the hot stud, nearly ejaculating when he rubbed his hands against the solid 8-pack of muscle on Dylan's abdomen. The delicious, tangy sweet taste he found in Dylan's mouth was so arousing and exciting, the only thought he had now was that he wanted to make the sexy blond teenager his.
But Dylan suddenly pulled away, breaking their kiss.
Dylan needed more, eager to prove how utterly horny and aroused he felt for the sexy Asian stud that Gunter had become, and he quickly turned around, leaning over Gunter's mattress.
Gunter swelled, shocked that Dylan had offered his ass to him and wanted sex, and him! Roughly slamming his hard cock into the teenager, he began eagerly humping the hot stud and violently pounding away at Dylan's tight, slime-filled asshole. He wanted the sexy blond muscular teenager to be his lover, his boyfriend. Forever. Gunter pounded his cock inside Dylan even harder, deeper, spit drooling down his chin and dripping from it with long watery ropes onto Dylan's back. Gunter felt so horny he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to take Dylan like this over and over again.
Then Gunter felt his newly formed fangs lengthening.
"Do it now, Asia," Viktor said. "Do it while they're mating!"
Asia smiled and released her time rift's control slightly, rapidly increasing the warped space outside the two Amish vampires. They wouldn't notice the change, but for her and Viktor the changes were happening much faster within Earth's time field. In time they'd both have that same ability, but then loose it as their feral minds altered and became more animalistic and wild before learning how to bend space or use it for feasting on their chosen prey, becoming more of an animal and less intelligent, losing most of their own human intelligence to the feral beast's vile needs.
Gunter ran his tongue across his upper front teeth, startled by how pointy and thin both of them felt. They weren't like her two fangs at all! And the teeth on both sides of them were growing pointed, too, lengthening even faster and becoming larger as two more fangs on opposite sides of his lengthy incisors began growing and changing the spacing between all six of Gunter's upper fangs.
And Gunter's lower front teeth had turned into two pointed fangs, too, very similar to the two longest upper incisors and making it impossible for him to shut his lips or close his jaws completely. His lower incisors and canines had grown longer, too, and every other tooth within Gunter's mouth altered their shape and length as each was transformed into a small wide doubled fang.
No ... no, Gunter thought. This isn't right, these aren't like vampire fangs! What's happening? Something happened and ... oh shit!
Then Gunter saw the dark streaked blond fuzz of hair sprouting across Dylan's back, and felt prickly hairs coating his own chest and arms. It looked like the fuzz on a peach, except his was jet-black and quickly spreading upward onto his neck, shoulders, and down both legs. He withdrew his cock from Dylan's ass and noticed that hair was even coating his slime covered dripping foreskin, groaning, thinking the black hairs on his chest and arms now looked more like a short pelt of animal fur rather than hair. But his foreskin had more human-looking black hair on it instead of animal fur.
Dylan rose upright to a standing position, and Gunter saw the dark and light streaked blond pelt blanketing his flesh was also a peach-fuzz-like layer of animal fur covering his entire body.
Dylan's upper teeth had also formed six fangs, and his two front teeth were small pointy teeth resembling the fangs of a large rat, with two yellowed dagger-like lengthy fangs on either side of them, and two grayish smaller fangs beside them, giving him that same inhumanly savage-looking set of heavily discolored animal fangs similar to each of the fangs developing inside Gunter's rapidly altering mouth. As Dylan's mouth opened wider, Gunter saw each back bicuspid tooth in his mouth were now similar pointed doubled fangs, too.
"What ... what the hell's happen-ahhh fuck!" Dylan wailed, his jawbone cracking with a wet squishy crunching. He rubbed at his jaw and chin. "Holy crap, Gun, you look like an Asian! Your fangs are cool, though. Do mine look that sick? Are mine as yellowed as yours? Oh wait! Maybe the same thing happening to my chin's gonna happen to yours, too. It's like caving-in and um, I don't even remember what I was ah ... um, well, whatever it's for man, it looks kinda cool, doesn't it? Don't yours look like they're a-ah! Fuck! AHHH! What's happening to us, Gun?"
Gunter couldn't see if his own fangs looked as yellowed and disgusting and blackish as Dylan's heavily discolored fangs, but he implied they were. The two lengthy front fangs in Dylan's lower gums were separating widely apart and creating a large toothless space between them. The bones in his chin were pulling the bones inwards, making a caved-in, V-shaped groove in the middle. That could explain the strange feelings happening at his own lower gums, teeth and chin, Gunter thought. It wasn't that painful, at least not yet. But across from him, Dylan groaned loudly in pain from his change as his upper and lower jaws grew stranger as they began slowly protruding with visibly thickened and inflamed larger blackish-red mottled inhuman-looking larger gums.
Control! I need to get control, Gunter thought. Except it was harder to focus clearly, and he wasn't able to think or react properly now.
Gunter felt countless sensations within the enlarging interior of his own mouth, fairly sure the same thing was happening to him that had happened to Dylan because his lower fangs seemed to be relocating, growing, changing, and rooting deeper into his gums. And every few seconds they tingled as if even their nerves were being zapped by fiery heat.
His entire mouth even seemed larger, salivating more, too, and his throat felt ... almost wider. But as weird as that feeling was, Gunter's tongue felt longer, too. And he was aware of countless more tastes and unknown fresh flavors in his mouth as though each of his taste buds had somehow become extremely sensitive to even breathing.
"Are you fixing it, yet, Asia?" Viktor asked, and folded his arms across his chest. He sucked at the tightly packed ball of the teen's hair inside his mouth. "We are seeing them moving much faster than we are, My Darkling, but--"
"Oh, my terrible," Asia interrupted, correcting her error. Now the Amish vampires looked motionless, but their time field accelerated faster than Earth's time. "I've confused that for an eternity warping this galaxy, Viktor. And how much time lost?"
Swallowing the round treat in his mouth, absorbing the human's genetic juices within its collected mass, Viktor replied, "Only forty of their dreadfully slow minutes, Asia. Nothing your vampire ability can't resolve."
Viktor altered his features quickly, effortlessly replicating the human teenager's exact features and physical appearance. It had been a thousand years since he'd transformed his own body into another's, and Viktor liked the tang and strong odors this young human secreted even more than the previous human. His uncut penis, swelling hard and stiff with its erect rise, grew more aroused, too, far more sensitive and lushly surrounded by a soft blond jungle of hair below the hairless muscular teenage abdomen slick with oily secretions and pungent odor-enhancing perspiration.
Asia was also thrilled with his new youthful appearance and heavier scent, stroking her clawed forefinger up and down the silky human hairs at the back of his head where the velvety texture caused an erotic response to surge down through his rigid new teenage human replicated cock.
(to be continued)