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The Underground on the outside looks like any other building on the run-down street but inside is the most popular meeting place for Portland's vampire population. The inside was covered in gray stone with decorative steam pipes racing along the sides that held black light strips in between them bathing the steampunk themed club in purple light that made everything white glow eerily. The bar sat in the lowered portion of the club across the dance floor with a large decorative vat of which was connected to every pipe in the room that also spewed smoke at set intervals covering the surrounding area in an fog making it look like there was something special brewing in the center piece, sadly it was only regular beer. If you were expecting blood don't worry, you could still order some but you could only order it in the VIP section which as per the type of club only allowed vampires and supervised guests could enter. Though the only people who order blood cocktails are the older vampires as recent vampires for some unknown reason required less and less blood with each passing generation and could easily sate their hunger for blood with a small slice of raw meat.

Ling Truman sat at the bar. The Japanese-American sipping a beer as he waited for his friend to return from the changing room who had been convinced to come to the club after a week of begging. The 21 year old vampire was wearing a brown leather long coat over a Victorian vest and pants held up by suspenders. On his arms were a pair of gauntlets with white gears with the left gauntlet being adorned with a locket that was inlaid into the brown leather that could be opened by turning the gear that held it clockwise. That was about the extent of his costume's intricate details, the Japanese boy never really getting into his parents' obsession, only making the costume to humor them and also to get into the bar. For whatever reason, the vampires of Portland went by themes to stand out from the other clans, with the Trumans going obviously with steampunk. In truth Ling could have brought Keith to any of the vampire dens in the city to hangout, but he wanted to start the werewolf off in familiar territory, and also because he was unsure of how the Native American would have reacted to some of the other clans' themes. Megabyte (pun intended) went with a cyberpunk theme and though Keith would have liked to go there, Ling still owed the barkeep a ton of money and hadn't got around to paying it off. Decked Out was a leather bar, and Ling wasn't sure what sort of things Keith was into, also if any one so much groped Keith the werewolf probably would have caused a scene since he's an Alpha wolf and would not have tolerated any attempts to dominate him. New Moon Haunt was more true to the vampire cliche complete with hardcore goths and dissent towards werewolves, so that definitely was not an option. In the end Ling brought him to his clan's den, loaning him a costume to permit him in.

Ling noticed the wolf striding toward the bar wearing his costume, casual Victorian garb consisting of a dress shirt covered by a vest adorned with a brooch depicting a full moon, a custom piece made especially for this occasion that went along with the theme by being framed by a bronze gear. Instead of his usual beanie, he wore a caddy cap made of the same material as his vest and Ling's coat which was to say brown leather that had a pair of goggles wrapped around the hat and rested on its brim. Keith also wore gloves with a clockwork design that came halfway up his triceps making the werewolf look like some sort of tinkerer. As the den was a safe place for borderlines, Keith had his pants slightly down to let his ebony tail out into the open even though it blended in with the rest of the black light environment. His ears were half way transformed, still on the sides of his head though pointed and black fur beginning to cover them both. Keith plopped down into the chair next to Ling, completely oblivious to the admiring gazes of some of the vampiric patrons.

"So this is where you hung out sometimes when you said you had plans before I was a borderline?" Ling's friend asked. "Yeah, though I went to other vampire dens besides this one. Just wanted to show you around protected in clan territory." Ling gestured around the club to illustrate his point. A live performance was just beginning as he said that. A singer performing hits from the early 1900's with the inclusion of modern instruments in the background. "My parents own the club, so I can assure you that none of the vampires here will attack you." Keith nodded. "Do vampires and werewolves really not get along well? I thought that was just human fiction." Ling nodded. "Yeah, though it's a dying trend and only really old vampire clans despise wolves. Most of us get along quite well with you guys! See, you've got a few admirers mentally undressing you over there!" Ling pointed out a few of the vampires lustfully eyeing Keith who looked away embarrassed at being caught when Keith locked eyes with them. "See, not so bad! Though I would keep an eye on your drink if I were you." Keith looked at Ling with sudden shock at those words. "Honestly, most vampires never tasted wolf blood before so I wouldn't put it past these guys to try and drug you. I'll protect you just in case, but keep your beer in your sight at all times." Keith grabbed his glass and pulled it close. "If that's the case why did you bring me here?!" Ling responded with a nonchalant tone to his voice. "I wanted to show you around! I mean, what's the point of knowing a vampire and not getting to learn about them?" Keith gave Ling a look, not really buying that explanation. "Okay, I wanted to gain your trust as a fellow borderline so I could convince you to take me to one of those werewolf full moon meetings." Keith looked at Ling suspiciously. "Why?" "To be honest, I have a kink for werewolves... I'm being totally serious by the way." Keith was cracking up, laughing at his best friend. "You serious?! I bet you enjoyed watching me mate with Joseph a week ago then!" Ling blushed, remembering the ridiculous situation he found Keith in back in the woods. Keith was knotted to the wolf that made him into a werewolf and also the one he forced into submission as his beta. "Y-yeah, it was really hot..." Ling let himself calm down, clearing his throat before continuing. "I was born a vampire as you know already so I had no chance of becoming a werewolf since my conception. So I had the brilliant idea that since I couldn't become one, I could watch you guys while you do your thing!"

Keith couldn't believe what he was hearing. A vampire that was also his best friend had a werewolf fetish, and was asking him to observe him and from what he could gather, the rest of the packs while they met up on the full moon next week. "Yeah, I guess, though I don't know how they'll react." Ling beamed at Keith's answer. "Yes! I'm finally going to get to live my fantasy!" If that much was enough to make Ling happy, Keith wondered... Joseph said he and Keith didn't have to commit to a formal relationship if the alpha didn't want to. Casual sex between pack members as a form of pack bonding was a normal part of werewolf life, so open relationships were normal to werewolves. Keeping that in mind, Keith thought of something that would bring more than a smile to his best friend's face. "Hey Ling, you know if you don't want to watch us at a distance, I know something that will get you closer to us." Ling was surprised, but he could pick up on what his friend meant behind those words. "Wh-what?! Are you serious Keith?! You don't have to do this for me but... I wouldn't mind though..." In response, Keith hooked a finger under the vampire's chin and brought him in for a kiss.

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Ling wasn't a bad looker. The vampire wasn't as muscular a Joseph, only having a swimmer's build as opposed to Joseph's tank of a body, but it was evident that the bat was just as hairy. The two slipped off into the men's bathroom, which had the same lights and decor as the club outside and the two locked themselves in one of the stalls taking both of their outfits off. Keith completed his partial transformation with his ears fully resting on top of his head, his face stretched out into a canine muzzle, his legs becoming digitigrade, and his body becoming covered in fur. His dick however didn't need to transform however as it was the one part of werewolf physiology that never changes, a canine cock covered in a fleshy sheath that would become covered in fur whenever he fully transformed. The endorphin rush received from the transformation never got old with the pleasure derived from it going straight to his crimson canine manhood, becoming erect at a full ten inches. "Oh, wow..." Ling was flustered, his dick hardening being this close to an object of his affection. "Well, are you going to transform or what?" Keith asked, personally wondering how a transformed vampire looked. "Uh, right!"

Ling's fingers began to narrow and connect to each other via a leathery flap of skin, no doubt his wings. The nails of his fingers began to grow out, becoming black talons on the ends of his wings, no doubt as strong as his. His feet began to change as well, with similar claws clacking on the tile of the floor when they fully grew out. His face stretched out sort of like a werewolf's but stopped at half the length as his nose began to pull up forming into a spade like shape. His teeth had also begun to grow, forming fangs that put werewolves to shame that glowed underneath the black light. Keith couldn't tell what, but it looked like Ling's eyes changed color or at the least by a shade. His ears began to grow to a point, migrating up to the top of his head as well as widening out, no doubt to help with his hearing, stopping when they came to triangular points. His body-hair grew along with the changes of his body, covering them in a dark thin layer of fur. He looked like a mix between a vampire bat and a fruit bat, and the result was somewhat adorable. Pulling his friend into an embrace, Keith locked lips with the vampire as he trailed his hands down the bat's backside. Ling squeaked as bats should, and Keith couldn't handle this adorable display. He had his friend's submission alright, though he made sure to remind himself not to get carried away as Ling was not a pack member. He grabbed the vampire's cheeks, giving them a squeeze as the bat let out another squeak. "For a feared creature of the night, you are awfully adorable Ling!" He was sure his friend was blushing underneath his fur. "Sh-shut up! Just do me already!"

"Fine! Turn around, hands on the wall and spread them!" Ling obeyed, his ass was presented to the alpha as his jewels dangled helplessly between his legs. Keith licked his lips loving the absolute rush he felt when dominating someone that sent a warm vibe throughout his body. For a moment he became worried, what if his instincts were messing with his head and changing him? He never thought of himself as a domineering type before his change. He decided to repress his urges a bit, leaning over Ling and pulled the bat's body into an embrace.

"Keith?" Ling wasn't expecting Keith to go soft on him now that he was an alpha werewolf, but it comforted him that his friend wasn't completely changed. Keith pulled up and grasped both of the vampire's cheeks in his paws, kneading the soft globes as he spread them further apart, exposing the bat's hole. He leaned down and dragged his tongue across the sensitive ring of flesh, eliciting a moan from his partner. "Quiet down Ling, if someone comes in here, you don't want them to hear you, do you?" The bat shook his head, obviously enjoying himself as evidenced by his dumb look of pure bliss, and without warning Keith plunged his tongue into the prepared hole, tasting the sweat that began to accumulate there. It became apparent that Ling prepared himself beforehand as his ass was completely clean, the asshole tricked Keith into fucking him! It didn't matter though, the wolf had control of the situation, even if he was being used by his friend to fulfill a fantasy. Keith retracted his tongue, and Ling whimpered from the absence of something filling his hole and gave Keith a longing stare. "What? You want me back in? You never thought this through did you Ling? You tricked me into doing this so if you want me to continue you are going to beg for it, understand?"

Ling couldn't believe that his plan was discovered so quickly, but the prospect of submitting himself out of lust was too arousing to refuse. He turned around and collapsed onto his knees, getting a good view of the wolf's cock which he estimated to be 16 inches long and 2 inches thick. He got on all fours, panting like a sex-starved slut and begged to taste the crimson meat. "Please... I want you Keith... Let me taste your seed and let me please you..." Both participants were slightly embarrassed at the display since this was behavior neither expected from their friend. In fact, if Keith had never turned into a werewolf the two would have never thought to go this far. Though the lust won out over the embarrassment and Keith cupped Ling's face in his paws. "I guess you know your place then." Using his thumbs, he pried the bat's mouth open and thrust his member into his friend's yearning maw. Ling was in pure euphoria as he lived his fantasy of being with a werewolf, even if it was his best friend. His cock was covered in salty sweat and smelled of his manly musk, both of which fogged the vampire's mind in lust from being taken by such a manly beast. The massive member would not have been able to fit in his mouth had he not been transformed, thankfully the 16 inch schlong was fully encased by his lengthened snout, wrapping tightly around the invading organ and forcing Ling to breathe through his nose as he was skull-fucked by the alpha. He could feel the knot near the entrance of his mouth begin to throb, signalling that Keith was nearing his limit. As much as Ling wanted to stop and ride the wolf's cock, he no longer had any control over the situation after begging for Keith to continue and it became clear that this was what Keith wanted. Keith grabbed the back of his friend's head, making sure the vampire didn't escape from his climax as he slowly slid his crimson member out a little so that the bat would be able to taste what a wolf tasted like. Ling was rewarded for his submissiveness with thick ropes of salty cum that quickly coated the inside of his mouth. Before Keith could instruct him, Ling swallowed it all and began to clean the wolf's cock. "Good boy... We should do this again sometime." Ling nodded with glee but although his plan went brilliantly, he willingly submitted to his best friend and became a fuck buddy to the alpha wolf... Well, it could have gone worse! Ling licked his lips clean as the two retrieved their clothes which thankfully hadn't gotten a single drop of wolf jizz on them. The same couldn't be said about the floor though which under the black light, looked like a Jackson Pollock painting from the glowing stains in the stall. "Um, we should get out of here before someone notices." "Right behind you!" The vampire and werewolf fled the scene before a group of drunk vampires stumbled in to discover the new form of abstract art covering the floors.

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Cold gray concrete was what built the Order's headquarters, built under the city and covered up by affiliated government officials. The bunker housed the anti-hunter militia which made up the combat arm of the Order which was made up of humans, lone werewolves, and clan-less vampires with the Order (in a sense) being their only family. The only splashes of color were the white and gold banners displaying the Order's insignia (a bird in flight), and the member's uniforms whose colors designated which branch of the militia they were in (Red for the Knights, Green for the Scouts, Blue for the Mages, Purple for the Assassins, and White for the President.) Regardless of the near colorless environment, members of the Order joked around in friendly conversation as the day drew to a close, their voices echoing through-out the bunker.

The black leather biker strode down the hall with members silencing themselves when the biker walked past as though the figure was the embodiment of evil. The Assassin they called the figure, as they didn't know the biker's name, gender, age, only that The Assassin was the best at its job. Its black helmet had a red visor that denoted a position in the Knights but its suit had a purple version of the Order's insignia, denoting a position in the Assassins which made more sense but when asked both commanders of the respective branches agreed that The Assassin was a part of their branch which only added to the confusion.

Assassin came upon two white-iron doors at the end of the corridor and pulled out a white-gold card that hung from a chain around its neck and swiped it in the card-reader next to the double-doors. Giving a buzzing sound, the card-reader's red light turned green and the heavy doors slid open slowly allowing Assassin to walk into a carpeted waiting room. The guards on the inside muttered quietly into their headsets and after giving a nod, led Assassin into the door in the far-side of the room. The plaque on the door read: President's office, before the door itself swung open into an unlit room save for the video-monitors that covered the back wall, casting a pale glow on the room.

The President sat on a couch in front of the video-monitors while stroking the head of a blonde woman in a business suit who was sprawled out on the President's lap. The President herself was a middle-aged woman though she looked only in her mid twenties, thanks to her werewolf regeneration abilities that slowed her aging down considerably. Her skin was the color of mocha and her hair a dark chocolate brown and was braided into cornrows and tied into a bun at the back of her head. The white dress she wore was made of silk and had some sort of golden jewels decorating the shoulders and skirt of the dress, though they were probably fake considering the frugality of the woman wearing it, beauty to an extent I guess.

"Mrs. Johnson the diversion was a success, rumors of a werewolf sighting distracted the hunters from the actual disapearence of their missing members and they have not discovered our presence in the city, though anti-werewolf measures may be taken as a result." The President turned her head and smiled at The Assassin. "Good work, I will inform the other Alphas during the meet-up next week for the Full Moon and I didn't forget, your money has been wired to your account." Pulling out its phone, Assassin saw that its total funds had increased by $5000. "If anti-werewolf measures are taken, I expect you to work together with the Scouts to take advantage of the situation and track them down to one of their bases, understood?"

Assassin began walking out of the room, its hand on the doorknob of the exit. "I will be on standby Mrs.Johnson." The black leather biker exited the room, making its way down the concrete corridor.