Blood Brothers
Blood Brothers
Blood Brothers Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Panzermaus
The radiant orange light of sunset beat against the cheap venetian blinds of the health clinic, trying to spill in. All it managed to do was throw bars of light across the office walls and catch in Aaron's clean, short blond hair to make it look like streaks of it were day glow orange. It seemed to go well with the orange and black striped long sleeve t-shirt he wore, a remnant of his October wardrobe. While Aaron had always loved the sunset, it brought him far less joy now that winter was coming and he had a job. The sunset merely meant he'd be walking home in the cold and the dark... But money was money and the clinic had helped him stay afloat.
Aaron moved around the back of the office, cleaning up various cardboard boxes after restocking health supplies. He'd prepared the biohazard materials for disposal, the doctor's tools were being sanitized in the autoclave, everything seemed to be going alright. With luck Aaron hoped that he'd be able to head out for home before the sun finished setting, though as a knock came from the clinic's door he had a sinking feeling that he wouldn't be able to. Aaron moved out of the office and through the waiting room, moving toward the frosted glass door. The lights in the waiting room were off; it was obvious that they were closed. That meant either an emergency or junkies usually... but the looming shadow on the other side of the door gave Aaron pause.
The pane of glass was dominated by a massive shadow, a huge man on the other side. The man was fairly close to the door so it wasn't an optical illusion, but his shoulders seemed wider than the door itself... He had to be over six feet tall... Even his neck was huge, practically as wide as Aaron's own waist. Aaron hesitated, wondering if he should actually answer the door. If it was a junkie, it was the biggest junkie he'd seen in his life... Worse, it could have been a member of the mafia, some enforcer. Aaron bit his lip, realizing that he'd been staying up too late watching documentaries. The blond took a breath and moved to the door, opening it up.
Aaron wasn't sure what he had expected when he opened the door, but he gazed out at the chest of the massive individual... The black t-shirt he wore was stretched to its limits over thick mounds of pectoral muscles, rock hard abs and silver dollar sized nipples. The sleeves were cutting into the well toned flesh and complex Maori tattoos glistened from his arms in glistening black ink that almost radiated darkness. Aaron's eyes moved down to his shapely jeans and large boots. A thick silver chain hung from his pocket, though his wallet wasn't the only bulge. It seemed the guy had quite the snake running down his pant leg. Aaron cringed at that. He would have vastly preferred some busty vixen to come knocking on his door.
As his eyes trailed up, Aaron froze in surprise. He had been expected some angry grizzled drug addled face. Instead, Aaron found the face both incredibly refined and... familiar. The slightly spiked black hair, the hazel eyes, the faintest smattering of freckles across the strong cheek bones... There was no mistaking that the behemoth was his friend Zane, but he'd changed so much. When Aaron had last seen Zane he was a scrawny hundred and forty pounds. Now he filled the hallway with muscle. Even more than that, he looked a little wilder... Thick black sideburns dropped down in front of his ears and ran all the way down to his jawbone and a long tuft of a goatee hung down from the tip of his chin.
"Hey Aaron, did you miss me?" Came a deep resonating voice. Aaron nearly stuttered.
"Zane, what happened? You've only been gone for the summer, what happened?!" Aaron asked. Zane chuckled.
"Aren't you going to let me in?" he asked. Aaron blushed, moving out of the way and turning on the waiting room light.
"Here, come in, sorry, I was just surprised." Aaron said softly. Zane turned to get through the door, moving for the couch since he doubted the chairs would fit him.
"I would have been too... It's hard for be to believe I was ever the bean pole I used to be. I got to New Zealand for the archaeology program and started working on the ruins right away... It was pretty much constant heavy lifting, carrying, shouldering but the food was excellent and the people were great, really protein and iron rich. I just started growing and kept growing... And then the program ended and I came back here and I realized how small all the doors and things were.
"And the tattoos?" Aaron asked, moving to fill up some paper cups with hot water for tea.
"Oh, all the guys got them to celebrate the end of the program, sort of a bonding experience... Plus it really drives the ladies crazy." Zane added, though his eyes were scoping Aaron out.
"I bet the muscles don't hurt either." Aaron chuckled, relaxing and falling back into their usual stride of conversation. Zane and Aaron had spent years and years together, they'd even been blood brothers as kids to keep various important secrets. Still, they had lost touch when summer started and they went their separate ways. Aaron brought the tea over, handing one to Zane, "So, how did you find me?"
"Your parents said you moved out and moved to the big city, they gave me your work number because they didn't know who I was or if you had gotten into trouble." Zane laughed. Aaron smirked.
"Not that it would have protected me all that much if you were here to break my legs, you still found me alone." Aaron said.
"Well probably best that way. That way I can beat you for information without any witnesses." Zane joked. Aaron smirked, sipping on his tea.
"So how long are you in the area?" Aaron asked. Zane stretched a bit, causing his arms to brush both ends of the couch as he did so.
"I think I'll be in the area for a while, looking to settle into a new life here." Zane said, "What is it that you do exactly?" Zane asked with a smile.
"I work with the blood bank; I'm a vampire basically... Stealing the blood of innocent virgins." Aaron laughed, Zane joining in right with him.
"That sounds hot dude... I love it, it suits you." Zane replied, "Can you show me around?" he asked.
"Well, I'd love to but it's sort of against the rules... Privacy issues and all... All that, it's-" Aaron trailed off as he met eyes with Zane. He'd never considered just how fantastic Zane's eyes were. He always knew they had been hazel, but in some lights they seemed to be golden and amber, throbbing and pulsing.
"Please show me around Aaron, I need you to show me around." Zane whispered.
"Of course, we're blood brothers..." Aaron said, springing to his feet and moving for the office door. Zane grinned wide, standing up to follow. The two passed doors that led to exam rooms before moving into the office area in the back, though Zane had to get creative on how he wrangled his mass around so he didn't knock over the stacks of papers. Aaron reached the room before he spun around, "This is where I spend most of my time... Sorting, filing, stuff like that... Plus we've got that chair there for overflow patients and we've got our blood bank right over here." Aaron said, moving over to open a door to a vast fridge like chamber. Inside there were bags and bags of blood and plasma, all clearly labeled. While the yellowish clear plasma bags took up a fair portion, almost all of the bank was dominated by the classic blood types. Zane gazed into the blood bank with a look of awe and wonder, but also something else. He slowly drew his tongue along his teeth, paying particular focus on his sharp canine teeth before he looked back at Aaron, gazing into his eyes.
"Do you think I could make a donation to your bank?" he asked. Aaron was surprised but smiled. He was about to tell Zane that people who had been out of the country in the past several months couldn't donate blood, but as he looked into Zane's eyes that simple fact disappeared from his mind.
"Sure, of course. Never can have too much. Usually the doctor would do it, but I should be fine. We're blood brothers after all." Aaron said, moving over to the extra procedure chair.
"Yes we are." Zane grinned. Aaron glanced back at Zane before he lowered the arms of the chair to get them out of the way. Zane would never fit otherwise. The muscled behemoth moved over and sidled back into the chair, leaning against it. His back was far broader than the chair itself, but somehow he managed to fit. Aaron moved to get out a blood kit. He swabbed and cleaned Zane's arm, tied it off and slid the needle into place before he secured it with medical tape. When he removed the band, deep crimson blood started flowing through the tube, spiraling around before the blood started dripping into the bag itself. It was a bit darker than Aaron was used to, but it had to be the light.
"You are a good patient. Didn't wince or anything." Aaron commented, making sure everything was still flowing well.
"Neither did you, you have a very steady hand and you don't seem to mind working with blood." Zane said.
"Well it's in all of us... I don't get why people get so worked up. It isn't that different from saliva or urine... But it also can save lies, it's pretty marvelous stuff." Aaron said, smiling as he looked up. Zane looked deep into his eyes.
"Do you ever think about all this blood? All that hot, red, rich fluid... flowing from the veins...?" Zane asked as if he was describing a steak. The words were sinking into Aaron's mind, though he wasn't sure what to do with the thoughts.
"Think what about it?" he whispered.
"How delicious it would taste... flowing over your tongue and down your throat..." Zane whispered. Aaron had never ever contemplated such a thing, but as the words left Zane's mouth, Aaron licked his lips, giving the bag of blood furtive looks like a dish he knew he shouldn't eat. He closed his eyes and turned, moving to shuffle some papers. Zane grinned wide, licking his own fangs, "You can't resist even now, longing for it, craving it, salivating for it." Zane whispered. Aaron whimpered, his fingers dragging across the metal surface of the table, trying to fight his desires. Zane smiled to himself, knowing he had planted the seed well enough.
Moments trailed into minutes and after some time the bag was nearing full. Aaron had done his best to distract himself from his cravings but he still had to do his duty. He turned to face Zane, finding the large muscled man asleep in the chair. His chest rose and fell so evenly, like he had simply dozed off. Aaron moved over and carefully removed the needle from Zane's arm and cleaned up the site, removing the tape and everything before applying a bandage, but still Zane didn't wake. Aaron watched him slumber before his eyes slowly trailed to the bag of blood he held in his hand, the warm thick heavy bag of blood, the red calling out to him.
Aaron moved past Zane's chair, moving behind him where he wouldn't see. Looking back and forth as if afraid of getting caught, Aaron moved to puncture part of the valve on the bag before bringing it to his lips. Drop by drop, the red began to flow into his mouth, the flow steadily increasing. It poured over his tongue and washed over his teeth, staining them. The iron was so strong that it tasted like alkaline. He slurped and sucked at it, letting it flow down his throat, but something was starting to happen. Aaron's heart was throbbing so hard that even his teeth felt like they were throbbing. His muscles tensed, blood rushed into his shaft. Aaron was feeling better by the second.
As he guzzled away, Aaron started to hear a soft crinkling sound. If he had been trying to figure out where it was he would have soon discovered it came from in his ears themselves, but as he was content to drink Zane's blood, he was unaware of the changes. Slowly his round ears began pushing up into points, narrowing and stretching. His lips parted to reveal red stained teeth, but his canine teeth were longer and sharper than ever. Unsatisfied with the slow rate of the dripping, he instinctually pierced into the bag with his fangs and pulled back, two heavy streams spraying into his gullet. The blood bag deflated as the blood rushed out, winding up crinkled and nearly depleted before long.
The blood flow was winding down. Aaron pulled the bag back, his fanged mouth spreading wide as a longer tongue than usual dangled beneath the two holes, catching the last few drops. Aaron licked his lips in great satisfaction and opened his blood red eyes before he realized what he had done. The fanged blond young man blushed furiously before rushing the bag over to the bio hazard containment, trying to get rid of the evidence. When he turned around, he was met with the amber gaze of Zane. Zane was grinning ear to ear.
"Focus on yourself for a moment Aaron, picture a calm night after the snow has fallen, that stillness, that coolness. Picture yourself there." Zane instructed. Aaron closed his red eyes and did as he was told. Ever so gently his ears returned to normal and his fangs became less noticeable, though longer than before. His eyes would remain red as well. Zane decided to continue, "You will not remember what you have just done... You drew my blood and put it in the bank and then we discussed our favorite vampire movies, including some pretty graphic scenes. You never considered the bat effects to be convincing enough before." Zane said before he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
"...And in most of them you can see the wire work, it's terrible." Aaron muttered, wondering if he had let his train of thought drift off for a moment.
"You're completely right." Zane smiled, stretching again, "Maybe we should catch a good vampire before I try to find a place to crash for the night."
"You don't have a place to crash?" Aaron asked in concern.
"Well, there are those shelters on Main street..." Zane considered.
"I know you aren't a big fan of sausage fests, but if you don't mind the fact that I have two guy roommates then you can crash at my place. We really need to catch up anyway." Aaron said.
"You sure you wouldn't mind?" Zane asked, not using his powers.
"Not at all! The guys bring their girls over and stuff and have sports parties, I might as well bring over an old friend." Aaron grinned.
"Well, sounds like I'm all set then." Zane grinned. Aaron just gazed at Zane, finding a great sense of contentment looking at him. He wasn't sure why, but it was just such a nice... view. Aaron turned to gather up his things, feeling his pants tug against his erection slightly. He blushed, having not realized he was half hard. He had no idea why, though he smiled quite deeply as he indulged in the sensation for a bit. Zane hopped off of the chair and pulled the arm rests back up.
"Do you have all your stuff?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah, I travel light. Just a wing and a prayer." Zane said. "I guess I don't have too much to grab either." Aaron smiled, grabbing his things, stuffing them back into his pockets. Zane stood by the back door to the clinic, watching Aaron scramble around to turn off lights and finish closing up. Aaron opened the back door and the two men stepped out into the night, Aaron locking up behind them. He scurried to do so almost like a scared mouse, not sure what was out there, but when he turned he saw nothing but his immense friend. Even in the dark night his tattoos seemed to radiate black and he seemed to radiate warmth. Aaron felt at ease once more and stepped closer to Zane.
"Lead the way." Zane smiled. Aaron nodded, turning to walk along the sidewalk. Zane kept up, walking side by side with his friend. Aaron gave Zane several smiles, though as people walked past them on the other side of the road or even squeezed by them on the same side, Aaron couldn't but help watch the people. Usually when he people watched he studied the curves and hair styles of the lady, just entertaining himself with their individual beauty, but tonight they all seemed rather plain... The men, however, stood out more to Aaron than they ever had. Mohawks, dreads, shaved heads, mustaches, smooth faces, baby faces, polo shirts, leather vests...
Every detail was delicious and Aaron loved looking at them all. He nearly tripped off of a curve when a teenager with scraggly black hair and a yin yang tattoo on his neck passed by. Aaron's lips parted and he leaned toward the passing neck before Zane slid an arm around his friend. Aaron looked confused but then smiled, enjoying the contact with Zane. The two continued on, side by side, moving off toward the place Aaron called home... Though even Zane glanced back at the broad, decorated neck and how it was practically painted like a target. Zane's eyes glimmered like tiny sunsets before he looked back to Aaron with a grin.
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Rapid, eager clicking came from two gaming controllers as two young men battled wits. A shock of bright orange hair fell across half of the face of one of the gamers as he focused intently on the game before him. He tried in futile desperation to blow the bangs back out of his way but wouldn't dare give up his button mashing. His opponent had a much easier time, his hair shorter and gelled just enough that it never would have gotten in the way anyhow. Both had blue eyes intently locked on the screen where the depiction of a battle hardened werewolf and a clawed wicked version of a vampire were battling it out in a battle royale. Points for combos stacked up and the two were in a world of their own, even as the apartment door opened and Aaron entered the apartment, leading Zane in.
"Chance, Cade, I'm back... We're going to have a house guest for a while." Aaron informed them.
"Is she hot?" The redhead asked, neither man turning to look.
"Shut up Chance... Does she play games?" The other questioned.
"She's a he." Zane offered.
"Awww man, more sausage fest." Chance groaned.
"At least he'll play games... Right?" Cade asked.
"I love playing games." Zane said with a large grin on his face, though neither gamer saw that either.
"It'll just take me a minute to set up the extra bed in my room and clean up. Feel free to look around or join the vidiots." Aaron smirked, moving off down a hallway between the kitchen and the bathroom. Zane moved part way up the hallway, noticing that the tenants had hung pictures. It was a dying art form in the modern day and age. Zane had to smile when he found a picture of himself and Aaron when they had been fifteen or sixteen and at the beach wearing day glow orange and blue swimming trunks, as thin as rails... Their ribs were even showing but they had such big grins on their faces... They had been such good friends. Zane glanced over to the bedroom to where Aaron was cleaning frantically before he reached up and pinched his thick nipple through his shirt, tugging and rubbing it until it stiffened.
Slowly Zane's nostrils flared as he smelled his own pheromones, far stronger than any human could detect. At most they'd smell his manly scent, the smell of faint sweat and sex and exertion. Even now Cade and Chance's button mashing seemed to be relaxing some, though they weren't performing as well as before either. Zane decided to let Aaron finish cleaning and he would get to know his two house mates. Moving back out, Zane waited until the match to finish and Chance lost, the vampire being knocked out before the wolf raised his head and howled on the screen.
"Awww man, that's shit." Chance sighed.
"Do you mind if I try my luck? Maybe you can show me how." Zane offered.
"Sure, I need a break anyway, you can come si... sit... be..." Chance trailed off, seeing just how huge Zane was. His eyes were wide. Cade turned and his eyebrows shot right up.
"Dude, you're huge... Are you one of Aaron's patients?" Cade asked. Zane chuckled.
"No, we went to school together. I've been doing a lot of physical labor and I guess I just have good genes." Zane said, giving them both a smile and lots of eye contact. The two men seemed to relax again as they looked into Zane's eyes, their faces returning to normal.
"Oh yeah, I was going to say you could come sit between us..." Chance said after some time. Zane moved over and moved over to the middle of the couch before sitting down. Chance and Cade were squeezed to the far ends before Zane's weight caused them to slide back towards him, squeezed against his thick arms and shoulders. They both seemed uncomfortable sharing such intimate space with another guy, though they were still relaxed.
"So... Is this like Soul Puncher three?" Zane questioned.
"Yeah, similar, though Vampiro's bat mode is really hard to use..." Chance said.
"Well, let's see how I manage." Zane said. The fight started and the vampire strode out as the werewolf galloped in. The background was some temple built inside a cave. Almost at once Vampiro flashed and turned into a huge man bat. The werewolf charged but was knocked back by a wing flap, then a super long tongue attack. Even in his oddly relaxed state Cade was working harder and harder to keep up. Zane seemed to be quite the master and Chance was getting more and more excited as he watched, bouncing up and down. Still, Cade was pretty advanced. He started making some progress, knocking Zane's health down. Chance stopped bouncing, resting his hand on Zane's leg without thinking about it. The tide of battle turned again and the bat swooped in, grabbing the wolf off the ground. The vampire flew up high before using its finishing move, draining the wolf of his blood before dropping him.
"Dude! I didn't know you could do that in bat mode!" Chance gaped.
"Good game." Cade said as good sportsmanship demanded, though his pride was a bit hurt.
"Rematch me, rematch!" Chance demanded of Cade, knowing how much his character was capable of. Zane stood up and stretched, looking back at the boys. His eyes glimmered bright amber and the two went still, unable to move.
"I'll try to be a good housemate, but if you hear me making too much noise with anyone, just ignore it... It'll be as if you don't hear anything." Zane said before moving off. In moments the two were back in their game, hard at it. Zane moved down the hallway and into the bedroom, grinning softly as he found Aaron hunched over a night stand. Zane swept in, coming around Aaron. He pressed his groin to the blond boy's ass and reached around to grope his pecs, using his fingers to start teasing his nipples. Aaron laughed and moaned, growing hard at once.
"What are you doing you perv?" he asked, moaning harder, pushing back into the groin behind him involuntarily.
"Just trying some moves in that video game." Zane said before letting Aaron go. Aaron smirked, breathing a little harder.
"If there are any moves in that video game, I've really been missing out." Aaron smiled, "How does it all look?" he asked.
"Not bad at all..." Zane said, looking at the bed and the futon and the furniture before pausing, realizing that the bathroom was in the center of the apartment and Aaron had his own door into the back of it. Most likely each bedroom did... It would be a very fortuitous avenue for Zane. Zane looked back to Aaron, "Do you think any of them would mind if I took a quick shower?" he asked.
"Not at all... Though I think I might lie down for a bit, I'm feeling exhausted." Aaron said softly, yawning. Zane grinned, gazing into his eyes.
"Have wild dreams, dream of an exciting life." Zane said, though it seemed more like a command than a wise. Aaron nodded, moving to pull off his shirt and shoes and socks before he slipped into bed. Zane decided it was as good of a time as any to strip himself. He started peeling his tight black shirt off. Aaron froze where he was, watching as so much muscled flesh was revealed, including more of Zane's tattoo... It was so hot, it even hugged his meaty pectoral. Aaron let out an audible moan as he saw the thick sausages that were Zane's nipples. He licked his lips, finding himself oddly thirsty... and very aroused. He blushed furiously, knowing he was straight, but he'd missed Zane so much, he just wanted to be in him. No, that wasn't right... To be with him. Aaron gazed at Zane with hunger and Zane knew it. He turned away from Aaron, leaning over to untie his boots, the wide ass aimed right at the blond.
Aaron sprung out of bed like a rabbit, rushing over, pressing his groin to Zane's ass. He started humping like a dog, blood rushing into his cock, his balls throbbing. Slowly his eyes slid shut and his hips pistoned like a jack hammer. Zane grinned wide, licking his fangs as they swelled longer, releasing more and more musk. Aaron reached down to drop his own pants and undergarments around his ankles, his shaft already achingly hard. Aaron ran his tongue across his sharp teeth, moaning as his ears started stretching back into points, his fingernails darkening to a deep black as they pushed out into claws. His heart was beating so hard, carrying his changed blood through his entire body.
Soon Zane felt the claws digging into his own pants as Aaron frantically tried to reveal his ass. Aaron reached around, fumbling with the button before he got it loose and he nearly pantsed Zane, getting them off in such a hurry. Finding his old friend to be wearing obscenely tight dayglow blue underwear, Aaron used his new claws to cut through the fabric and reveal the ass beneath... the shapely, firm, round, hard and... distinctly fuzzy ass... It was so big and so soft... and the cheeks were parted, the cleft between them wide... and... musky. The sensations were overwhelming Aaron so much he couldn't help but drop to his knees and lean his face in.
Zane grabbed onto a dresser for support, moaning out loud as he felt the tongue slide into his ass. Aaron worked it back and forth, though as he tasted the ass of his best friend, it seemed that he was tasting more and more in general, and each time he withdrew his tongue, it took even longer to get it all back, as if it as growing. Aaron's lips pressed tight to the pucker and he all but made out with Zane's ass, rimming him to the fullest. Aaron's face was wedged tight into the crease, nuzzling and rooting around, but something else was happening... Aaron's face wasn't just being squished between the ass cheeks; it was being squished into a point. His jaw pushed forward and narrowed, his nose was curved up against the flesh, his upper jaw pushed forward... His entire head was shifting from being ovoid to extending forwards into a tapered point, a muzzle.
Aaron kept working at Zane's posterior, his mind lost to the moment and the sensations. His eyes were shifting, his bone structure changing. His ears hadn't stopped growing, pushing up several inches into points. His claws were longer, his fingers more gangly, his cock aching, but the changes were spreading all over. His cheeks had grown quite fuzzy, stubble pushing out all over, but it was far darker than the rest of his hair, a dark reddish brown... But the color wasn't stopping on his face. His blond hair was darkening as well, gaining more and more streaks of the dark before the light color was lost forever. Even his arm hair was darkening, shifting from invisible wisps to a thick brown forest.
"Aaron, I never knew you felt this way." Zane lied, grunting and moaning. Aaron pulled his fruit bat like tongue back out.
"I've wanted you for so long; I just never could admit it, not even to myself." He grunted, his voice changed slightly as it came out of a bat face.
"Fuck me hard... Fill me with your cock, be a real man." Zane demanded. Aaron all but shuddered in delight, standing back up. He grabbed his cock and brought it to Zane's pucker before he thrust in suddenly, howling out in bliss. Aaron wrapped his miniscule arms around as much of Zane's ribs as he could, holding on tight as his hips bounced in and out. It was a rather unusual sight to have such a lithe, thin male mounting a huge behemoth, but the expressions on both of their faces were quite intensely content. Zane slammed into the wall, creating all manner of thuds and thumps but he was on cloud nine, especially as he felt Aaron's cock growing inside of him.
With every thrust Aaron was leaving more and more of his humanity behind. His balls were swelling and were fuzzy brown, his bush had spread all over his stomach, his pit hair was thicker and muskier. Even his cock was growing, leaving its measly five inches behind as it rocketed towards eight, nine, eleven... The fuzz on Aaron's arms spread up over his shoulders before spilling down his back and his ass, gaining fuzzy cheeks of his own. The only part of his body that didn't seem to be getting fuzzier was the underside of his arms. There was an odd hairless line along his ribs and his arms... but the reason why became clear as a thick membrane of leathery flesh began stretching out of his armpit, connecting his arms to his sides. The flesh was interrupted as ribs hardened inside of the tissue, allowing it to fold and flex but still to stretch out wide.
With Aaron's arms wrapped around Zane as they were, the growing flaps beneath his arms spread out like a cape or a towel around Zane, a warm leathery towel. Even Aaron's feet were changing, becoming more animalistic as the heel narrowed and the toes stretched. His nose continued stretching up into a bit of a horn like protrusion, his eyes gleaming bright red as his long leathery ears towered above his head, quirking a bit. His wrists flexed as the leathery wings reached his wrists and the last of the fuzz finished covering his body. He was a true bat, but then... so was Zane.
As Aaron's eyes opened he saw Zane in his true form for the first time... Seven feet of muscle, fuzzy blackish brown fur, huge wings, huge ass, legs that didn't quit... He still had his tattoo, though the markings were discolorations in his fur, a pure black that contrasted with the brown qualities of the rest of his coat. Even his head was huge, a long muzzle and a tall nose horn. Aaron gazed to Zane in wonder before he realized he was cumming already. He gasped and then moaned, tipping his head back as he let out volley after volley of sperm into Zane's ass. Aaron nearly passed out from the orgasm but Zane clenched down hard, milking him for all he was worth... and after several minutes, Aaron was dry. He slowly pulled out, his sloppy cock dripping before he collapsed onto the bed, panting. Zane turned around and leaned in to give Aaron a soft kiss.
"I'll be back in a bit; you stay here and let your changes sink in. I'm going to go make sure I'm a good house guest." Zane whispered. Aaron smiled, nodding, watching as Zane moved off for the bathroom, no doubt heading into one of the other bedrooms to prepare.
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Chance tossed and turned in his sleep, having the strangest dreams. Sleep hadn't been too resting for him so far; he felt like he was tied up in knots and his cock hadn't gone soft all evening. He'd even tried to relieve that particular problem three times before bed, but it still plagued him. Even his dreams weren't resting. He kept dreaming that he was trapped in some night club in a sea of men, bodies rubbing and bumping everything was so tight... In his dream he struggled to get through, to try and break free, but just as he got to the door there was something in his way, something huge and furry and tall ears and... it was a man bat... It was Vampiro, but he was more muscled then ever. He tried to escape, but the creature grabbed him and pulled him into his body, suffocating him in a furry embrace.
The dream was so real that Chance felt like he couldn't breathe at all. He tried and he tried... and then he realized he wasn't breathing in real life. Chance's eyes shot open as he awoke suddenly, feeling hot muscled flesh around his cheeks and across his nose, an incredibly musky smell filling his senses. Chance tried to move his arms to force the figure away but he felt rope or twine dig into the flesh of his arms. His legs were similarly restrained. He writhed and wiggled, trying to get free, letting out a muffled scream... but then the hot cheeks over his face merely started sliding back and forth.
If there had been an outside observer, the view would have been rather perverse. Chance was completely tied up and bound with a seven foot tall muscle bat rubbing his ass back and forth over the red head's face, practically raping the human with his ass. Chance grunted and moaned, but his only hope to breathe at all was to get his breaths when he could and the smell that filled his nose was strong bat pheromone, chemicals designed to solicit readiness in a mate... and it was starting to work, much to Chance's despair.
The red head valiantly tried to turn away, to get his face out from between the butt cheeks, but his unruly cock was aching more than ever. Chance whimpered, he was straight, there was no way this could be turning him on... He liked women... Breasts and pussies and... round butts, thick round butts, supple... delicious... Chance quivered as the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips and ever so gently touched the pucker. He wanted to hate the flavor, wanted to be disgusted, but it was surprisingly clean... If anything, it reminded him of when he had gone down on a woman... But the taste was so much better. It was so salty, so creamy, almost like a pussy. Chance began to suck the left over cum of his roommate into his mouth. The only smell there was was far more scent gland and cum than anything else, and Chance loved that scent... He wanted more.
Zane let out a deep groan of satisfaction as he felt the tongue slide into his ass for the first time, sliding deeper and deeper, pulling back before slathering back and forth. Chance was grunting and moaning, even bucking his hips into the air. Zane leaned forward, coming down to kiss and nuzzle the upper portion of Chance's leg, tracing his bat fangs along the surface of the flesh before he pierced through the skin, but just for a moment. He pulled back and lapped at the wound, watching it close up before his very eyes. Chance began to shudder, his eyes glazing over as he slurped at Zane's ass, tasting his bat musk, but already his tongue was starting to grow longer, his teeth sharpening, his body hair growing softer. Chance was nuzzling tight into that ass, working it as best he could, but slowly Zane pulled off of his face... a face now covered by soft red fuzz all over his cheeks and chin.
"No, please don't go... I want more..." Chance begged. Zane turned around and grinned wide.
"You'll get plenty." Zane said, moving to use his claws, cutting away the fabric above Chance's groin. He pulled it away and wrapped his fingers around the red head's hard cock, giving it several good strokes before he began positioning himself above it. Chance moaned in realization of what was about to happen, and then the bat came down on him, straddling him. Chance's back arched despite the bonds as his cock slid into such a tight, sloppy, wonderful ass. Chance bucked and fucked as best he could, his hips swaying like a man possessed. Zane moved up and down as well, skewering himself on the changing cock. He could feel Chance's rod stretching inch after inch, getting longer and wider.
Carefully and with great effort, Zane turned around while impaled on Chance's cock to look him in the eye. Chance gazed up with such awe, but Zane studied the human as he changed more and more. Tangled up in the ropes were the start of Chance's wings, fusing his arms and sides together with the membrane of flesh. His tongue and teeth pushed forward, stretching his entire face with it. His ears grew red, then almost orange as they stretched up into tall ears, the points rising inch after inch. All the while Zane fucked himself by using Chance as a sex toy.
Furry legs writhed, hands clawed at the mattress, Chance's new nose twitched... He was becoming more handsome to Zane by the second, leaving his humanity behind. His fur was a glorious orange brown color like he had caught the sunlight in his coat... and Chance was still wriggling around, trying to get every inch of pleasure he could out of his changing body, at least until he went blind from pleasure. It had come out of nowhere, a sudden bloom of satisfaction so intense that his body went stiff.
Sensing the coming flood, Zane clenched tight around Chance, his muscled ass massaging and quivering around Chance's member. The fuzzy orange brown balls tugged up and soon thick hot jets of cum sprayed into Zane, collecting in the same spot his roommate had filled. Zane let out a thick cry of delight, pre oozing out of his cock and dribbling down his length, dripping down to splatter all over Chance's stomach. Zane loved making others fuck him, he was the world's ultimate power bottom, but it still wasn't enough for a full orgasm... He still needed more. Zane made sure Chance was fully satisfied before he started sliding off slowly.
"Where are you going?" Chance asked softly.
"To get the last of our brotherhood... Don't go anywhere" Zane said jokingly. Chance smiled wide.
"Wasn't planning on it. Have fun..." He said seductively before a long whip like tongue slid out of his mouth to start slurping up the precum on his stomach, making all of his fur rather wet. Zane moved back into the bathroom, heading for the third bedroom.
****
Despite the loud thumping and moaning that had come from the other rooms in the apartment, Cade was far from disrupted. If anything he was having the best night of his life. He had gone to bed horny and it had given him the best dreams. He was getting rather lucky in his dream, his sleeping body gyrating in ragged uncoordinated attempts. Zane smiled at the effort from his place among the shadows before he moved out, coming to the side of Cade's bed, leaning down close to his ear. He let out a hypersonic tone and Cade's body shook softly. Then he gave Cade a gentle bite on the neck, two tiny pinpricks of red welling up.
"Can you hear me Cade?" Zane whispered. Cade grunted to the affirmative. "Is your date hot?" He asked.
"Oh yeah..." Cade murmured in his sleep.
"Big tits?" Zane asked.
"Very big..." Cade replied.
"Succulent nipples... Right there, nips you can't resist?" Zane asked. Cade licked his lips, moaning.
"Can't resist..." he whispered. Zane climbed onto the bed, carefully straddling the young man before he presented his thick sausage like nipple, brushing the tip against Cade's lips. Cade moaned hard before his lips plunged tight around the nipple, sucking hard as his head started moving back and forth. Zane moaned as the slurping commenced. He wrapped one bat hand around the back of Cade's head, holding him there, making him suck harder. At first, nothing seemed to be happening, but after some time there was a soft moisture building up, drops at first and then light sprays... soon something much stronger. Cade sucked down the milk, his entire body falling into a rhythm.
"Did you know that male bats can lactate Cade? More far more than most species..." Zane whispered. Cade tried to respond but merely grunted, though he was nursing like a newborn, and in a way that was what he was becoming. His teeth were sharper, his tongue was stretching, his fingernails had become claws. He kept drinking and the more he drank, the more he changed. His chestnut brown hair became very soft and the hair on his arms and legs was pushing out, becoming as dense and long as actual hair. As Cade's cock started to stretch, Zane pulled away. Feeling the pleasant sensation end and the sudden weight shift, Cade opened his eyes and looked around, freezing when he saw a huge bat at the foot of his bed. Zane hiked up his ass and wriggled it.
"What the fuck is going on?" Cade asked, trying to scramble away.
"You're not running away." Zane said. The words fell on Cade like weights. He tried to escape but he couldn't Zane grinned, "You're going to fuck me Cade... fuck me like an animal... Each thrust is going to erode away what you are... and you can't stop it." Zane grinned wide. Cade whimpered, trying to fight his motions, but he moved, starting to crawl closer to the bat. He fought his own hands as his pajamas were opened up, he tried to think of unattractive things, but soon he was setting himself up behind Zane, kneeling. He pulled his hand back as much as he could but it still reached out to caress the furry brown ass before him.
"No, let me go, this isn't right, I'm straight..." Cade pleaded.
"I know you are, but you're still about to fuck me." Zane grinned. Cade brought his cock to Zane's pucker, his body shaking before he gave a rough thrust in, his eyes clenching shut.
"Oh god, its wet..." He whimpered, "What is that?"
"That is the cum of Aaron and Chance... Your blood brothers. They are part of my harem, just like you are about to be." Zane said, pushing back, "Now fuck me!" he demanded. Cade wobbled as he pulled back and then thrust in hard, starting to pick up the pace. The squealching noise and the feeling of the warm cum oozing out around his own cock was too much. Cade tried to fight it, but with each thrust of his hips he felt his own resolve slipping... He was losing himself... and it actually felt pretty good.
Cade was trying to fight it, but every so often he found himself trying a new position, some new angles, tilting... He slammed into the bat's prostate and the sounds the bat made only turned him on more. Cade grunted, hating every moment but fucking harder. God it felt good, so good he wondered if straight sex had ever satisfied him so much... Cade couldn't remember when it had... He knew this was wrong, but he was good at it. He was a good fucker, he was shaking even Zane's mighty body with his cock... He was a great ass pirate, so good he should have been doing it all along.
Cade gave an almost drunken grin as he imagined himself as gay... A guy so hot that he had to peel twinks off of him, fucking asses of any guy he thought good enough no matter how tall or short, catching hipsters and bears and giving them all a ride. Cade drooled a little and moaned, trying to lick his lips... but his lips were far further our than he recalled and his tongue was far longer. He opened his eyes to see a horn line nose at the end of his muzzle, furry hands connected to wings hugging around Zane's waist, but it all seemed perfectly natural, perfectly normal. He was a hot fucking bat, a member of the brotherhood.
The grunts and moans coming from behind Zane were so masculine, so manly. Zane grinned in such deep satisfaction. He knew he had created a harem of kinky horny bat boys that would never be satisfied unless they were fucking constantly, and Zane's ass knew no restraint. He had created a piece of heaven. Cade tilted his bat up to the heavens and cried out, shuddering as his cock suddenly released a third load of cum into the huge bat's ass... and triggered a chance in Zane's own body.
The muscled behemoth was more than satisfied, every muscle in his body was tensing up. He grunted, moaned and then howled, his cock throbbing before thick ropes of pent up sperm rocketed out, splashing all over the wall. Smelling the strong bat cum, Cade came again, delivering a second load of sperm into Zane's ass, packing it in really deep with his thrusting. The bed wobbled and groaned under the weight before it suddenly collapsed, the two dropping a foot downwards, landing with great impact around Cade's cock. Cade's eyes rolled into the back of his head, but it was all far too good... at least until Zane pulled off slowly.
"Where are you going?" Cade whimpered, his hard cock suddenly cold and lonely.
"We're going to go cuddle on Aaron's bed with him and Chance, it's almost sunrise. We can sleep through the day. Come on." Zane grinned. Cade hopped up, getting used to his bat feet before they moved into Chance's room. Zane hoisted up the restrained bat and the three moved into Aaron's room. Aaron grinned, looking up to see so many handsome bat men. Zane laid Chance out on one side before climbing into bed, letting Cade follow. The four furry males huddled together, cuddling up before three bat wings folded over them, keeping the group warm. Chance and Cade were the first to pass out, leaving only Zane and Aaron awake. Zane nuzzled his huge fuzzy head on Aaron's chest, his goatee tuft tickling one of the new bats nipples.
"Love you." Aaron whispered.
"Love you too." Zane replied, sighing happily before he too fell asleep.