Darla had always believed in werewolves, vampires, and ghosts. She just never thought she would meet one, let alone a whole colony of them. She looked at the six women/wolves standing in front of her.
"Well, I understand the initiation part, but who am I supposed to marry and why?" She asked calmly.
The wolves looked at each other in confusion.
"No one has ever accepted us that easily. Most faint or think that they are insane. Why do you accept what has never been proven?" Branna, in wolf form asked.
"I had an accident when I as a child. I had gotten my leg stuck in the middle of winter up here. A wolf came up to me; at first I was terrified that it would eat me. But it didn't. It just sat with me. He was beautiful; black fur with silver tips and eyes as green as the trees. He got up at one point and licked my face, as if to tell me that he was going to get help. He left and I was scared, but soon a man came and found me. He had silver hair and green eyes and I wasn't scared of him. He didn't talk, just helped me out and took me home. He left and I have never seen him again, until yesterday. He showed up again as a wolf when I was bathing. I have always believed in werewolves since then. The resemblance between the wolf and the man was so much alike," Darla answered.
The six wolves looked at each other and seemed to know who Darla was talking about. Branna transformed back into human form and said that she would explain.
"I will show you around and explain some things to you. Would you like that?" she asked. Darla agreed and they walked out of the bathing chamber, leaving the other wolves standing there, talking amongst themselves.
Darla and Branna walk out of the caves. Branna talks and Darla listens attentively, trying to learn and understand this new race.
"There is a prophecy of a new werewolf that will change the lines. He will come and change us all. He will make us stronger and faster. Our lifespan will be longer and we shall be harder to kill. We will be able to shift at will and even change into other animals and shapes, even mist. Our changes will no longer be dictated by the phases of the moon. Silver will no longer be our enemy, but will become a close friend. It is said that he will be of old bloodlines and of the best houses. He will be a hereditary werewolf, not a bitten one. It is rumoured that during his first change the moon will turn dark purple and become full, even if it not supposed to be. His eyes will change purple, instead of retaining their human color. His mate's eyes will also turn purple once the mating ceremony has been completed. The legend is that he is a direct descendent of Lycaeon. Lycaeon was the King of Arcadia. He sacrificed one of his children to Zeus, who was appalled and disgusted by this so much that he cursed Lycaeon. The gods decided to turn him into a wolf to punish him. We have since evolved into a more.....sophisticated kind of animal. For example, look to your right," Aideen said.
Darla obediently looked to her right and gasped at what she saw. There was a ten foot stone enclosure with fifteen shackles attached to it. In the middle of the room was a large lab table cluttered with papers and lab equipment. In the shackles were men. All of them were naked and drugged. Above their heads there was a plague with a number on it. They were numbered one through fifteen. They looked to be in good physical condition, other than being drugged; all looked to be between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five. Walking around the room and at the table were more men. These were dressed and were wearing lab coats.
As Darla watched one scientist walked up to prisoner number seven. The scientist took out a syringe and inserted it into number seven's arm and drew blood. He then labeled it, walked back to the table and placed the blood into a rack that contained test tubes filled with more blood. He took the rack and placed it into the small refrigerator under the table. The scientist walked back to the same prisoner and snapped on a pair of gloves. He pulled another syringe out of his pocket, but this one was full of a clear liquid. He found another vein in the prisoner's arm and gently pushed the needle under the skin and pressed on the lever to inject the liquid into the prisoner's bloodstream. He pulled a cup out of his pocket, labeled it, opened it, and placed in on the floor between the prisoner's feet. At this point Darla was very confused.
*What are they doing to these poor men?* she wondered.
Then, the scientist did something that surprised Darla. He wrapped his hand around the prisoner's cock, which was slowly growing larger. *That drug must be a sexual stimulant* she thought. The scientist squeezed and massaged the cock in his hand and Darla could not look away. It filled out to a full eight inches, with a dark purple head and blue veins running down the shaft. The scientist takes a tube out of his lab coat and pours an oily liquid into his palm. The scientist then started to stroke the cock, using slow but steady movements; the oily liquid acting like lubricant. The prisoner's face started to turn red and his breath became fast and short. He started to move his hips, pushing his cock into the scientist's hand. The scientist moves his hand faster and starts to squeeze the cock.
Darla looked at the scientists face and was taken aback. He looked totally uninvolved. He was emotionless and seemed to be going through the motions, like he had done this a thousand time before.
"How can he be so stone cold? I could never do that with a cock that beautiful. I would be on my knees and have my mouth wrapped around that cock in a heartbeat," she whispered to Aideen.
"He has done this a thousand times before. They are testing the blood and semen of every member of the old houses. They are currently testing the Agrona House. They constantly test each member of every house when they come of age. They are looking for the One. Shh...Here comes the best part. Pardon my pun," Aideen whispered back with a laugh in her voice.
Darla looked back to the scene in front of her. The scientist had started a fast rhythm while increasing the pressure on the prisoner's cock. It grew at least another inch and become very hard. The scientist reaches down and grabbed the cup he had left on the floor, without breaking his pace. The prisoner's face twisted up and his hips jumped forward as he came. The scientist had aimed the cup and the cock up, so that when the prisoner came all of it went into the cup. Thick, white cum flew from the prisoner's cock into the cup. Not a drop was spilled and wasted, the scientist made sure of it. He pumped the cock to get the last drop out and then twisted to lid back onto the cup. He took his gloves off and threw them into a nearby trash bin. He brought the cup back to the table, leaving the prisoner alone and panting. He put the cup into a bin and placed the bin into the refrigerator. He then moved on to the next prisoner and repeated the process.
"Let's move on, shall we?" Aideen said. "There is more I would like to show you. So far you have seen the bathing chambers, the sleeping chambers, and the lab. Next is the town center and market place. Ready to go?"
"What else do you people claim around here?" Darla inquired.
