The Society

The awakening with Captain Hodkins painfully loud and shearing voice came more subtly the next morning:

"First training session will start in ten minutes, get ready recruits!"

Sleeping in my underwear was the preferable alternative to sleeping in my uncomfortably tight uniform nonetheless of my very public sleeping arrangements, so I slip half naked from my top bunk, and lean down to open the drawer beneath the bed, as my bunkmate was sluggishly removing himself from his sleeping position.

"Now that's a sight I like to see!"

A familiar voice said from right behind me.

I turn sharply to see Dan strutting toward me, already fully dressed in his uniform, his eyes set on my ass against my underwear.

I give him a sharp look that snapped:

My bunkmate is right here!

But when I turned to my bunkmate, he simply gave Dan and I a questioning glare before dressing himself, and walking towards the exit of the barracks.

I look back to Dan who now leans against my top bunk.

He was smiling goofily at me.

"So- what, are we an item now?"

He said cheerfully.

I began pulling on my suit.

"What?"

I snap at him, glaring around to see if anyone was watching us.

"Yeah- since that little makeout session we had, naked. Oh yeah, and that little thing I was about to do before we got rudely interrupted, that I would still like to finish."

Saying this, he gave the bulge of my junk a little nudge with his hand.

I pull away from him and give him a sharp look.

He read my expression.

"What's the problem, Alex?"

He said lightly, giving me a skeptical perk of the eyebrow that I couldn't help but think was cute.

"You- with how you're talking about us and what we did so... openly- and loudly. Edan and those friends of his saw us."

He gave a shrug, that made me run my hands through my hair in order to soothe the agitation building up in my head.

"So?"

He replied, simply.

"Those kinds of sexual relations are completely accepted and a lot more common among Therians."

I stop running my hands through my hair and look back to him.

"What- really?"

He nodded, and stood up straight from where he leaned on my top bunk.

"With Therian's elevated hormones and instincts, men are sexually attractive to the common percentage of men among Therians than humans."

I was taken aback.

Suddenly Dan pulled himself from the conversation and acknowledged that there were hardly any Therians left getting ready for the day.

"Shit- Alex we need to get going."

And together, we jog out of the barracks.

. . .

Our morning training session had been weight training that had came and went quickly. Sal joined Dan and I in our weight training, and I acquainted her to Dan and they seamlessly warmed up to one another.

When Dan was separated from Sal and I to commute to his firearms lesson, Sal and I practiced on our own with my Therian abilities while the rest of the class worked with more advanced training.

In my second attempt to bring out my bull form, I once again sprouted the dark brown fur on my forearm, successfully covering my entire forearm but reaching no further than that before I exhausted myself with concentration and the hair sunk back into the flesh.

Once Sal and I's firearms training came about, Sal and I hunched over the table, watching as the instructor demonstrated the process of cleaning the basic assigned rifles: taking them apart and putting them back together.

From several tables away, I heard the familiar call of a hoarse voice, hushed over the speaker's instruction.

I turn to see Edan, the slim black haired man I now knew as Reece and their other companion, a tall dark skinned with short black hair: Jace.

"Did ya' have any fun during your shower this morning, twat?"

I don't give them the pleasure of a reaction, and turn my head from them, and resume my attention to the rifle before Sal and I.

Sal was eyeing me suspiciously.

"'Fun in the shower'?"

She echoed them, questioningly.

I simply shushed her.

By the time our training sessions had finally ended, five o'clock had arrived, and all of the Therian recruits were rushing eagerly towards the dining hall.

Dan, Sal and I found our own isolated table in the large dining hall, and dig in to our food.

"So, what do you do after your training?"

I ask my friends, taking a bite into my hot turkey sandwich.

"I spend my day with my mother. She lives in the complex. Most people avoid my mother and I, so we mostly rely on each other for company. She works for a clothing store in the headquarters."

Sal says, toying with a grape in her mouth.

I give a questioning look at Sal, but Dan quickly intervenes with his own sharp look that read:

I think you might not want to ask.

Finally Dan replies:

"I don't really have any family. When my mom and dad died, all I could do was head towards the nearest complex and join the Therian army since I'm twenty. I mostly explore the headquarters or hang out with some recruits or other Therians."

Suddenly the hulking figure of Edan, followed quickly by Reece and Jace walk passed our table.

Dan must have caught me eyeing them in silent annoyance, because he says:

"Don't like the big guy, huh?"

I nod, and take a swig of my water.

"What is with him and those friends of his, they seem to always be together."

Sal chuckled into her water cup.

"Yeah, they're practically brothers, the three of them. All of their parents are high ranking officers. I grew up with them practically."

She said with a tinge of disgust on the tone of her voice.

"I wish I could wipe that smirk off of Edan's face."

I grumble, scooping a grape blindly into my mouth.

I caught Dan giving me a look.

"What?"

I say bluntly.

He puts down his sandwich.

"Let's do some more training after dinner every night, training focused more on sparring other Therians. Let's make a Therian soldier of you."

I wipe my mouth with a napkin, swallowing my food.

"Are you serious? How do you know so much about hand to hand combat?"

At that question, Dan almost seemed to freeze before he spoke, almost as if he could not find the words to speak, before saying:

"My father taught me a lot about it. Thought that as a Therian, it would come into good use if I came across an opponent stronger than I am."

I nod, excitement rising once again in my stomach.

"Let's do it. Thank you, Dan."

At that, Dan offers me a smile, and we busy ourselves once again with our food.

. . .

Once dinner was finished, and the Therians dispersed to their evening routines, Dan and I headed through the hallways, and entered a completely abandoned training courtyard.

Dan huffed, looking over obstacle course and weight lifting equipment.

"Thought as much, this place rarely gets late night trainers."

He said, as he pointed to the corner of the courtyard, where several yards of mats were placed against the metal flooring.

We briskly flaunt over to the mats, and take positions in front of one another.

"Alright,"

He said, giving his arms and shoulders a brief stretch, collecting his thoughts of what he was about to say.

"First thing about fighting an opponent that is bigger than you: you have to use your size comparison to you advantage."

He flaunts his arms in an arcing motion at me.

"Example: look at you, a beast compared to me. Use the speed and agility of your smaller size to your advantage. Bigger guys like Edan will have a harder time keeping up with your stamina and quick movements."

I nodded, taking in all of his words, watching his eyes arm hand motions as he expresses his lesson before me.

"Second thing: Go for weak points on his body: throat, nose, eyes, the groin. Yes, its dirty fighting, but when there is too much of a size comparison, you have no choice. You have to use their body mechanics to your advantage, and use momentum and movements with the intent of pinning the enemy with body mechanics to your advantage. They will win in a test of pure muscle."

He stepped a little backwards. Gesturing his arms in a wide arc, beckoning me with a flick of his hands.

"Now, try it on me. First spar."

I lean forward, preparing to attack.

We meet eyes, the light blue glint shining at me.

I charge at him.

To my surprise, he doesn't move. I barrell at him and go for his legs, with the intent of getting him off of his feet, and off balance.

He grapels out of my charge with ease, immediately taking my wrist in his grasp quickly and pressing his other hand into my shoulder, locking my arm into place. Already I was pinned.

I grunted in frustration, and sweat began to bead down my scalp.

"Body mechanics, Alex. Don't blatantly charge at me."

He said calmly, keeping my on my knees, bending my arm further at any sense of my struggling, sending a jolt of pain into my shoulder and arm.

Body mechanics. I'm not pinned to the ground, I can get out of this.

I summer-sault out of his arm pin, and with his hand still grasping my wrist, I take my leg and forcibly knock his feet out from under him.

He hits the mat hard, but quickly reacts to my incoming attack. He rolls away from my lunge to get on top of him and pin him.

While on the ground, he lunges and grapples my head into a lock.

"Got you."

He breaths.

I slam my knuckles into the muscle of his forearm, and his grip slackens just enough for me to kick out and knock him off his feet.

I throw myself onto him, and pin him onto the ground by his arms.

"Got you."

I say, attempting to catch my breath, keeping his wrists locked to the mat.

He chuckled breathlessly, his chest heaving against mine.

"Going easy on you, young apprentice."

He said breathlessly.

Our bodies lay directly on one another, our groins had unconsciously found one another.

For a moment we lay in that position, breathing heavily, when suddenly, unable to contain myself I press my lips onto Dan's mouth.

He groans, and suddenly, it was no longer a sparring match.

He finds the hem of the shirt of my uniform and begins to pull it off my body.

I let him, and he throws the sweat soken shirt to the side.

Our cocks grind against one another, I could feel his cock thickening into an erection against my own. He runs his fingers smoothly over the muscles of my back, reaching my ass and giving it a playful squeeze that made my cock strain.

"Fuck-"

He moaned, fumbling at my pants.

"Get these clothes off big guy."

He pulls down my pants, and my cock springs free, throbbing in the chilled air of the training courtyard.

I pull off his shirt and then his pants, and soon enough our naked bodies were sprawled over each other, our hands treasuring each inch of the other's skin.

Suddenly, he sits up, and I follow suit, kneeling before him in his sitting position.

He took my cock in both hands, unable to fully take in its whole mass.

"Now, I'm finishing what I started."

Before I could say anything, his mouth was wrapped around my cock, and he was sucking hard against my head.

I groan at the jolt of pleasure that racked through my genitals, his soliva coating it, dripping down my shaft to my bush of pubic hair.

He gropes my balls with one of his hands, carefully tugging them, as is mouth wrapped further on my cock.

He sucked heartily until I could feel the burning sensation of me beginning to edge develope over my genitals. I let out a deep moan, and Dan pulls his lips from my cock.

"Come in my mouth."

He said, meeting my pleasure stricken gaze.

Before I could object, he works my cock in quick, long strokes over my shaft and head, until the burning sensation intensified to such an extent that my entire body burned with it.

With a jolt of my cock, I ejaculated, the white substance spurting violently out of me. Dan catches it in his mouth, and with three hearty pumps, my balls emptied.

I land backwards on my ass, my chest heaving, come drooling slowly from my cock, as it slackened slowly to a slumped and monstrous chub.

I was covered in sweat, the after affects of my climax a haze in my brain.

Dan sat, his cock still rigid in the air, his balls drooping slightly towards the mat, my come still dripping from his lips.

I moved over to him on my hands and knees, and place a hand on his chest for him to lay down.

He does so without objection.

"Let me help you out there, with that hard-on of yours."

I put his cock slowly into my mouth, tasting the strong and musky flavor of his genitals, sucking hard on his head.

His body jolts as I stroke the base of his shaft with one head, and continue to run my tongue over his piss slit, sucking gently on his plump head and increasing with intensity.

After what felt like hardly a minute or two, I felt the warm gush of his climax fill my mouth. His seed lathers my tongue, and I swallow it after he lets out a single pump.

He sits up, and I watch as his come, like mine had, drools onto the mat and his cock slowly softens against his balls.

"Damn. That was fun."

I say breathlessly, the taste of his seed lingering in my mouth.

Dan's face was shiny with a thick glaze of sweat.

He smiles at me, moving to sit next to me, wrapping an arm around my broad, bare shoulders.

He finally replies.

"We ought to train together more often."

. . .

My first week among the Therians shifted past swiftly, with Sal, Dan and I training together and growing steadily more comfortable together. Every night after dinner, Dan and I would head into the training courtyard for extra practice, where he would lesson me with hand to hand combat. Only every now and then would the training slowly devolve into our bodies on top of each other, making out passionately and pulling cocks out of the others' suit.

Dan and I's relationship- or whatever it was- seemed to be developing no further than just occasional sex, which in itself didn't surpass the intensity of oral.

Sal and I's efforts to summon my bull form was showing progress.

In our usual spot, away from the rest of our class where we would practice meditation, I found myself capable of sprouting my fur on both arms. I gasped as I felt the muscles on forearm contract as they began to swell, attempting to bring out the muscled body of my bull form.

I was getting closer.

Sal, as it turned out, was a perfect candidate to ask my questions about the world of the Therians.

She startlingly seemed to be a living thesaurus for the Therians, she found everything about them fascinating.

"Therians used to be like werewolves,"

She said brightly, as we grabbed our trays for lunch, maneuvering the entanglement of tables to find an isolated spot to eat with Dan.

"Forced to transform into an anthropomorphic animal under a full moon, but evolution has allowed us to transform also at will, along with the forced transformation that the moon brings."

She finished, as we found a suitable spot and sat down.

"That's incredible."

I say, still unable to believe such abilities exist. It was all so fictional, so scientifically impossible, but here I am, living proof, as are all the people around me.

Sal grinned, her face rosy with the satisfaction of finally expressing her vast knowledge with someone.

Most nights I would dream of Jason, bullets piercing his body, sending him into the cold concrete. I would see his face, blood smoothing down from his lips as he was sucking in his last breaths.

The Night Blades took my sister, Alex. Please- you have to get her back. Please, Alex, save her.

I would then awake in a cold sweat. When sleep would fail me after my recurring nightmares, I would wander down to the training courtyard and practice using my abilities, pondering where Jason's sister could be, if she was still alive during her imprisonment with the night blades, hearing Jason's plees to save her piercing my mind.

Soon enough, my second week among the Therians was gone, then the third, then the fourth.

"You're getting so close, Alex,"

Sal said to me as we walked briskly towards our first morning session.

"You can completely transform all most of your limbs. That is an impressive feat! All the Therians in our recruitment have had their entire childhoods to learn to transform, and you're learning within weeks. How are you doing it?"

I shrugged, pulling the door to the training courtyard open and holding it for her and Dan to pass through.

It felt as if my powers were coming so easily to me, as if my body, nonetheless of the completely foreign presence within me, if fully prepared to take on its powers, naturally encouraging my transformation further.

Almost as if I was meant to be a Therian. It was a far fetch of a thought, but it almost felt to be true.

"I don't know."

I say sheepishly, as Sal was looking at me with wonder.

The group of recruits as in routine, settle around Captain Hodkins for his annual instruction of the day.

"Today we are physically testing. Graduation from recruitment is a mere month away, and today will be your opportunity to earn points in bulk towards your rating within your recruitment. The more points you have by the time graduation arrives, the better the rank you will be awarded within the Therian army."

His sharp eyes cast over his group of recruits, restless with anticipation.

Finally, Hodkins continues.

"We will be sparring, one on one."

There was a rush of quiet murmurs that swept over the crowd.

Sal, Dan and I exchanged horrified expressions.

Mostly, for my sake.

But Hodkins continued.

"You ranking class leaders will have first selection of their opponents."

Dan and I instantly met one another's eyes.

He was in the top of our class.

"I'll choose you."

He whispered to me, and I was relieved.

Hodkins crossed his arms, and belted out to us,

"Now, when I call your name, step forward and call out your opponent."

Captain Hodkins then brought out a small list from his crisp uniform, peering at it with slightly squinted eyes, and hollered the first name, our number one ranking recruit.

"Edan Blake!"

His towering stature was already visible over many of the Therian's head.

He slips out of the crowd, and I could him scanning over faces of the recruits. I heard Sal let out a skeptical sounding huff of breath.

"He's going to choose Reece or Jace no doubt."

But the name he called out, his hoarse voice bellowing loudly over the crowd, was neither.

"Alex Garren!"

My body went dumb.

I could feel the eyes of my two friends glare at me, as silence continued to hover over the crowd.

I felt my legs suddenly unable to move.

Captain Hodkins voice belts out,

"Edan has chosen his opponent. Alex Garren, step forward and prepare to spar."

Dan gripped my shoulder tightly, and I could hear his voice sharp in my ears.

"Remember what I taught you. You still have a chance, if you have to, surrender and give him the win."

All I could reply was,

"I have no chance."

I begin to step through the crowd, feeling the eyes of my fellow recruits almost burn me. I shoulder passed them, and finally make it out of the crowd.

Edan, standing with his shoulders and back erect to bring out the monstrous form of his pectorals, was smiling at me.

A snare of cold ripples through my veins, as I look up to him.

Those dark green eyes only said one thing, glaring at me, watching me like a predator coming across an easy meal:

I'm going to kill you.

"You may begin when ready."

Suddenly, Edans body bucks. My innate hearing picks up a deep groan reverating up his throat, quivering his adam's apple as his muscles begin to convulse visibly beneath his suit.