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TRINITY

It has long been said that today's magic is tomorrow's science, but what happens in a land where the two meet? What dark magic feats in a technological paradise, what mysticism survives the persecution of the curious eye? For many years the city of Trinity has been a bastion to beings long considered myth, the vampires and the werewolves... but is the city big enough for both of them?

(Blood Feud) Commissioned by Whitewolf0606

While North End was generally known for being the home to the industrial sector and all major research conducted in the city of Trinity, it was also the city's primary seaport when it came to tourism. Tourists boating to the city were dwarfed by the massive skyscraper sized columns that held the 'upper deck', a web of roads and platforms for the city's observation towers, corporate headquarters and helipads. In many ways it almost seemed like a forest of metal, a city built on stilts.

Resting at the base of the 'stilts' was the tourism harbor. A wide white building with mirrored windows sat amid a lush, perfectly manicured garden of green shrubs and blue trees. Boats bobbed and shifted among the docks, tourists moving toward the automated busses waiting to ferry them to the many exciting locales the city had to offer. It was truly a modern marvel, though in many ways it reminded Deus of how life in Trinity could go.

The young man sat on a cement retaining wall, his legs dangling over the side. He gazed up at the stilts and the upper deck with a quiet rage, thinking about his life. His parents had been recruited by Trinity, heading up the famous self-named phoenix project... but half way into their research project, another team's findings invalidated the entire basis for what his parents were doing. They had been reassigned to menial tasks pending the discovery of a project worth their talents, leaving the family with nothing more than basic sustenance. It was no way to live. Trinity was built on the backs of its researchers and Deus was tired of waiting for the city to give him handouts. He had to try and take something for himself; he had to rise from the ashes.

Deus opened his wallet and flipped through the folds, spotting his ID inside. It listed his birth name as Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix. It was an ambitious name for ambitious parents. Too ambitious. Wolfgang had picked the street name Deus to distance himself from his heritage, to protect his family, but mostly to give him some street credit. It had been what he needed to learn the tricks of the trade.

He brushed his fingers through his strawberry blond hair, tucking it behind his ears as he started looking for a mark. If he could find some rich tourist to bro up to, to offer to show the sights and sounds to, he could skin them for everything they had to offer and live comfortably, at least for a little while. His green eyes surveyed the crowds, trying to pick someone out. Deus didn't know that he was being surveyed either.

Glass walled elevators descended towards the harbor, a young man being escorted by one of his mother's employees. The young man had perfectly groomed black hair and light violet eyes. Normally he wore suits that matched, crisp carbon colored fabrics offset by purple ties... but he had been forced to wear a simple button up shirt. Zane Hartwick knew even that would be too showy for many.

"I still do not understand why I have to do this..." Zane admitted.

"Your mother doesn't want you to lose touch with the people of this city. She feels it is a weakness of those in power to not understand the plight of those less fortunate." The chauffeur explained. Zane turned.

"Then send me to a soup kitchen or some god forsaken animal hospital thing. This place is mostly tourists, people that have no idea what this city is about. Even the street rats can appreciate Trinity better." Zane said.

"There are some tourists, but there are also many individuals preparing for Polarity Industries' grand prix next month. They are who you will be helping." The chauffeur said. Zane hesitated. The Grand Prix was something he actually enjoyed watching and Trinity was one of the most exciting places for it in the world. The EM racers sped across tracks at ocean level, floating in the air itself held up only by a magnetic field.

"Alright, I'll do it." Zane said, smiling a bit. The chauffeur rolled his eyes.

"I thought you might." He said as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Zane stepped out a bit hesitantly, watching as the doors shut behind him and the chauffeur started heading back up to city level. Zane turned and moved toward the crowds, looking at everyone there. Deus caught eye of the rich boy coming toward the harbor building but a quick glance to his silver and turquoise ion brand watch was an instant sign that he was from Trinity. Deus sighed, deciding to move on for another mark that would be more lulled by his charms. It was going to be a long day.

****

The hours had passed by and Zane Hartwick found it hard to believe he had so much fun. The sun was sinking down into the ocean, igniting the horizon with splashes of orange and yellow light. Zane had run all up and down the harbor docks, setting up tripods with survey equipment that scanned the ocean terrain beneath the surface of the water for good mounting points for the tracks. He'd worked with blue collar and white collar workers, shared what they were doing with the tourists and the locals... and felt part of something bigger.

Zane actually was starting to understand what his mother was trying to tell him, but more than that he was starting to see sports as the great equalizer between all men. He smiled a bit as he moved out of the transit authority building on his way back down to the docks, pausing as something out of place caught his attention. He turned slowly and faced the building, his eyes widening in shock.

Sprawled on the side of the building was fresh graffiti, an image of a blue moon with a red sun rising behind it. It was the symbol of the Pack of the Midnight Dawn, the newest werewolf pack in the city. Zane was surprised that any pack would try to make a move in the North End when East End was far more hospitable, but that didn't change the fact that the symbol was there... and the paint was wet.

Zane headed down the cement steps back towards the work camp, intent on telling someone. His eyes scanned the crowd for any sign of an authority figure, looking for the triangular logo of Trinity Security. Instead he bumped into a red headed teenager. Zane was dazed by the impact, nearly falling over. The other figure caught him and kept him up.

"Sorry about that." Zane apologized.

"Not a problem my friend." Deus said with a curt smile before he moved on. Zane looked around to resume his movements when he stopped dead. His pocket felt lighter. He reached down and confirmed his fears, his wallet was gone.

"You bastard..." Zane said, spinning around, trying to spot where the red head had gone. He finally spotted him moving toward a bus that had just arrived and turned to run after him. Deus tapped his fingers nervously on his leg, waiting for the bus to open up so he could get out of the harbor district... but as the doors parted, he froze in surprise.

Crimson eyes gazed back at him from behind layers of cloth. A figure stood in form fitting black clothes, looking almost like a ninja. Even their head was wrapped, leaving only a narrow band across their unusual eyes exposed. The figure stepped down, followed by another and then another. Deus backed up more, his heart racing in fear.

"There you are, 'my friend'. I think we can forget this whole issue if you just give me my wallet back..." Zane said. Deus shook his head gently.

"Run..." Deus whispered. Zane's brows furrowed.

"Are you serious? I'm not afraid of you." Zane replied. Deus turned to look Zane in the eyes.

"They - are - VAMPIRES!" Deus hissed. Zane turned to look at the mass of curiously dressed individuals before he turned and broke into a run with Deus shortly behind him. One of the vampires turned, punching through the plate metal of the bus to grab at the cords, pulling a thick wad out. The screens flickered before turning red.

"We're sorry. The Trinity Transit Authority regrets to inform you that this line is out of service for the time being." The bus voice announced. The vampires started fanning out, heading not just for Deus and Zane but for everyone in the area. A few moved to stand on the two ramps that connected the harbor to the rest of the city while others guarded the elevators. Those in the harbor had been cut off from escape, but they weren't alone.

Several more figures had been waiting in the stilts to make their move. The werewolves had arrived first, only to be upstaged by the arrival of the vampires. Claws gripped the metal equivalent of branches while fangs gnashed. The alpha wolf growled furiously. He lifted his head and let out a deep, resounding howl and as he did so his skull reshaped, the bones pushing forward into a muzzle, fur sprouting across the rest of his face. His pack brothers and sisters did the same, shifting into their hybrid forms before pouncing.

Zane and Deus were running with no real destination in mind, hearing the swift and light foot steps of vampires closing the gap behind them. They had already seen the vampires take down some of the others in the park, pinning them to the ground before pulling back their veil, feeding on their blood. A few were drained, but far more seemed to be merely bitten before the vampires moved on.

Zane had no time to think before there was a thump ahead of him, a three hundred pound figure landing on all fours. Deus nearly tripped over Zane before skidding to a stop, turning to face the werewolf as he stood up on his hind paws. The beast gazed at Zane with hazel eyes before an inhumanly long tongue licked his lips, looking at the two young men. He turned, facing Zane before he charged. Deus didn't know why he did it, but he thrust himself in between the werewolf and Zane.

The werewolf came to a sudden stop, his legs tangling over the human, landing with his chin hitting the ground. The two rolled and Deus kicked and scratched at the werewolf, punching him in the ribs, trying to get away. The werewolf only grinned despite the pain before he moved, pinning Deus to the ground. Deus cried out as he felt the claws push into his shoulders, starting to break the skin.

"Yes, you have spirit. That's what we came to find." The werewolf said. Deus looked surprised, looking up at the wolf.

"This is a recruitment drive?" Deus asked. Zane looked horrified at that.

"Then what are the vampires doing here?" Zane asked despite his better judgment, his curiosity forestalling his escape.

"Simple... The more we recruit, the less they have." A sultry voice said from behind Zane. Zane turned and gasped, seeing a vampire right behind him. He moved to run but clawed, gloved hands snatched him by the wrists. Zane tried to struggle free. The werewolf growled, seeing the vampire and knowing his plan. He came down quickly, sinking his teeth into Deus' neck. The fangs broke the skin and hot blood leaked out, but no sooner had the wolf bit him before he pulled out and went after the vampire.

The vampire slung Zane over his shoulders, the human yelping. Despite being lithe, the vampire was strong and fast. Zane bounced on the vampire's back like a sack of potatoes, not sure which fate was worse - the vampire that carried him or the werewolf chasing him. Zane knew that some of the social elite in South End were vampires, but the idea still didn't appeal to him in the slightest. He decided to try and affect his escape.

With a swing of his legs, Zane started to build up momentum. The vampire grunted, being tilted off course. Zane swung again and started to slide free, but the vampire was not to be deterred. As the human began slipping off, the vampire moved and sunk his fangs down into Zane's wrist. Zane howled out in pain before he toppled from the two, landing on the grass and rolling for a few feet. The ground shook with the werewolf chasing the vampire, but at last Zane had come to a stop.

The rich boy turned, looking across the small harbor park. Victims littered the ground. Some were dead, many injured. Zane panted softly before looking down at his wrist, at the fang marks, at the blood leaking out that was slowly turning from crimson to black. Zane held his hand to his button up shirt, staining the fabric as he tried to figure out what to do. He continued to gaze around before he spotted Deus.

Zane started to crawl towards Deus but as he moved, he started to feel faint. The sun at the horizon seemed to be growing brighter, hurting his eyes. He clenched his eyes shut before squinting, still trying to advance. The sun continued its assault, feeling hotter as well... but before the pain grew too much, the sun finally dropped down beneath the horizon, plunging the city into twilight. Zane blinked a bit and continued, feeling stronger again. He had no way of knowing that he had already been affected or that his naturally purple eyes were starting to look pink instead.

A few feet away, Deus groaned, thrashing gently. His body burned and tingled and throbbed. He had heard that there were many ways to become a werewolf and that a few were even pleasurable, but the bite was not. He panted gently, gazing upwards, his green eyes aching as they started to shift more hazel in coloration. He inhaled the cold sea air, feeling it against his lungs before he suddenly smelled something far more distinct, the scent of strength, of virility, of a day's labor.

"There you are..." Zane said, reaching Deus. Deus panted before he chuckled.

"Still... want your wallet?" Deus asked.

"Yes, but more than that I want a way out of here. You're a street urchin, right? Do you know another way out?" Zane asked. Deus slowly pushed himself up, looking around before he nodded.

"I do, but you're not going to like it." Deus said, rising to his feet.

"Anything's better than sticking around here. I don't want to get infected, and even if I do, I don't want to be here when they try to round everyone up for quarantine." Zane said. Deus gave a weak nod. He knew he was already infected, but there was no point in sticking around.

"Come on." Deus said before he moved forward, hunching a bit low to the ground to try and appear like one of the wolves from a distance. Zane kept up with surprising ease. The two navigated around the warring clans, moving up the cement steps and past the harbor building. Deus hopped over the cement guard rail before offering Zane his help. The two dropped down behind the wall onto much more uneven terrain. There was mud and slop and seaweed, even coral and anemones anchored to the slope. It seemed they were in the tidal area behind the harbor.

Zane looked around at the stilts in a bit of wonder. It almost looked like a sunken forest full of canals and pathways and half submerged platforms. The other two islands were completely flush down into the ocean water with no space beneath. It was certainly something to see. Deus had moved ahead over to one of the platforms, sliding open a water proof panel. He began typing in a sequence of codes before there was a deep hissing and a much larger panel opened up, revealing the interior of the stilt was hollow with a ladder.

"How did you know to do that?" Zane whispered.

"My friend Uriah, he knows a lot about the city. This was an emergency escape for the scientists when they were building the city, in the event they needed to evacuate to the harbor." Deus said before moving into the hatch, starting to climb back up toward the city's main level. Zane followed him in, grabbing a rung before he started to pull himself up. Zane winced, feeling the pain in his wrist. He let go of the rung and grabbed at his shirt, tearing off a strip before tying it around the wound to try and stem the bleeding.

"Is that why it's the main harbor even though it would make more sense for people to come in on East End? It's closer to the mainland." Zane said as he resumed following. Deus chuckled.

"Exactly. Once they put something in place, there's too much red tape to try and change it. You'll catch on quick." Deus said.

"I think right now I just want to catch the quickest way off of this island, figure out what the hell just happened." Zane said.

"One step at a time." Deus said, knowing the boy wasn't going to like the answer he got once they were out of danger. Still, getting out of danger was a very good idea.

****

It had been a somewhat grueling climb but the two young men had made it to street level. Zane felt the urge to get further away but Deus was fairly certain that no one would be able to connect them to the incident. The twilight of sunset had faded and the stars had come out, hanging high above the night time aura of light that Trinity put out. Pale blue street lights marked the edge of the Trinitron campus, the many glass and steel domes shining in the distance. Deus looked over at Zane and then his wrist.

"Are you doing okay?" Deus asked.

"Yeah, I just..." Zane trailed off. Deus took a guess.

"Never bled that much?" Deus questioned. Zane blushed before nodding.

"Well you made the climb without blacking out, you should be alright." Deus replied.

"So can I have my wallet back?" Zane asked after a moment. Deus chuckled.

"And here I thought you were going to forget about that... but you earned it." Deus said, pulling out the wallet. Zane reached for it but Deus opened it up, pulling out the ID inside, "Zane Hartwick, huh? Isn't there a Hartwick on the city council?"

"Yes, she's my mom." Zane said, grabbing for Deus' wallet. Deus turned out of the way, causing Zane to miss and slam his face into Deus' neck. As Zane hit Deus and got close to the wound on the other man's neck, Zane felt a chill move through his body. His skin soon felt like ice, his bones aching, his stomach empty. Zane shuddered, his mouth throbbing. His lips parted as his canine teeth grew longer, the dentin all but oozing out over the enamel before more enamel formed, fangs filling in. Zane's eyes became a brighter pink as his ears started to take on a slight point. Zane leaned in toward the wound, extending his tongue, licking up at the drying blood that was there.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Deus asked, throwing Zane back. Zane landed on both feet and one hand, looking up with a shocked expression on his face, panting before he ran his tongue over his new fangs.

"Oh got, I'm turning into a vampire..." Zane whispered.

"You weren't the only one that was bitten." Deus said gently, reaching up to rest his hand against his wound. Zane watched as Deus' fingernails darkened from white to brown and started growing out, honing into points, curving gently into canine claws.

"What do we do?" Zane asked.

"We have all night before you're vulnerable to the sun... I've heard some rumors about a doctor that might be able to help us over in East End." Deus said.

"My mom's going to be so worried about me..." Zane said.

"And if she finds out you're a vampire?" Deus asked. Zane grimaced.

"Alright, let's go." Zane said. Deus nodded, moving to flag down another bus. Zane moved over and looked at Deus' neck bite, noticing that the teeth marks were smaller than when he had tried to lick it a few moments before. Zane smiled, "At least you're healing." He offered.

"Shut up." Deus said, half in exasperation and half playfully. Zane smiled a bit at that. He'd never expected to get along so well with a street urchin.

****

It had taken a half hour to get to the right neighborhood of East End and even longer to navigate the odd maze that made up the edge of the old industrial block. Abandoned warehouses and factories criss crossed the poorest of the apartment complexes and project housing. Deus was particularly nervous, keeping his eyes wide open.

"Are you afraid we're going to get mugged?" Zane whispered as they moved. Deus paused, shaking his head.

"This is the edge of Sado's territory. They say men that disappear into his domain never come out again... especially young men. I just want to get where I'm going and-" Deus paused, looking ahead. Zane turned and gasped. Sitting on a crate at the end of the alley was what appeared to be a snake man running clawed hands over two huge, thick purple cocks. He had a thick cobra like hood with brownish orange scales on the back and golden scales on the inside. Yellow slit eyes turned, looking over at the two new arrivals.

"You here to sssssee Doctor Julian?" The snake asked. Deus nodded. The snake stuck his tongue out into the air for a moment, "You can go ahead of me, I'm not ready yet." He hissed, moaning a bit. Zane reached out and grabbed Deus' arm as they moved around the corner past the snake and into the warehouse. The space was still largely empty but it had recently been cleaned. There were hospital beds, IV's, equipment and tools like anyone would expect in a hospital.

"Who is this Doctor Julian?" Zane asked.

"He's a doctor that works with illegals, hybrids and stuff." Deus said.

"Well hopefully it won't be illegal for much longer." Came a smooth, young voice. Across the room a man stood up and turned to face them. He looked a bit young to be a doctor at twenty seven, but he had a well worn lab coat that hung down to his ankles, the white cloth contrasting his long smooth black ponytail. Eyes more purple than Zane's had been regarded the newcomers.

"Doctor Julian?" Deus asked. Julian moved over to the two, circling them slowly. He paused, looking at Zane.

"Extension of the ear lobes to focus sound... predatory teeth enlarged, eye pigmentation shifted for infrared compatibility. You, my friend, have been bitten by a vampire." Julian said.

"What is it with everyone calling me friend today? First Deus and now you." Zane complained. Julian turned, looking at Deus curiously.

"Deus?" Julian asked. Deus shifted.

"Yeah?" he asked. Julian shook his head.

"His name isn't Deus, but his change is even clearer to me. He's becoming a werewolf. What I don't understand is how you two ended up together without tearing out each other's throats." Julian replied.

"You lied to me about your name?" Zane asked.

"This isn't about that! We need cures." Deus replied.

"Cures? You don't like being stuck in the middle, being part of both worlds?" Julian asked.

"No, I don't want to be both. I just want life to be normal again." Zane said. Julian smiled a bit at that.

"I can certainly help you." He said, turning to move over to one of the trays. He opened up a box and pulled out a vial with a red liquid inside and popped it into his injector, coming back over. Deus hesitated.

"What's this going to cost?" he asked. Julian smirked.

"It's my duty to help. I don't ask for money." Julian said.

"I'm ready." Zane said, holding out his arm. Julian brought the injector up to Zane's neck instead, pressing it to the skin. When the rubber gasket was flush, the needle plunged in and the serum was administered. Julian turned, looking at Deus.

"And what about you?" Julian asked.

"I... I think I..." Deus was worried that it was a trap somehow, but as he looked over at Zane he started to get distracted. Zane looked a little better. He had more color to his skin, he smelled stronger too, but something was wrong. Zane shifted a bit before he groaned, his ears starting to throb and stretch. Black fuzz started growing out over the back of his ears as they grew taller and taller. Soon Zane went deaf, his ears migrating up his head. As he panted, his nostrils slowly tilted, facing forward as the tip of his nose pushed up into a hook like nose.

Deus went wide eyed, looking at Julian for an explanation before he felt the injector against his neck. The hot serum flooded into his body, getting pumped around. Deus went weak in the knees immediately, falling forward, panting hard. He grunted as his mouth began to ache and throb, his teeth starting to sharpen. His ears grew into points as well, but his jaw began to pop and reshape, pushing out forward into a muzzle.

"What did you do?!" Deus asked as his voice dropped, his face pushing out into a muzzle. Julian smiled, moving to pack up his kit.

"I cured you of having to live two lives. You'll just be special now; you'll be what this city needs. If you'll excuse me, it's time to move to a new location." Julian said. He moved toward the door where a shark and crocodile were waiting in their naked glory, the two moving to guard Julian. Deus tried to crawl after him, but as he moved he soon collapsed.

Near by, Zane was already further along in the change. His ears had reconnected with his hearing. If anything, they were far stronger than before. Zane panted hard as his face darkened with stubble that softened into fur. His mouth pushed out, taking his animal looking nose with it. His fingers contracted and relaxed, but as they moved the skin between his fingers stretched out into a sort of webbing.

Zane whimpered and panted, his arm and leg hair thickening into fur, spreading over more of his body. Even his shoulders ached as the sockets changed and the skin began to stretch. His shirt began to warp around the flesh, but soon there was too much to contain. The arm pits of his button up shirt tore as a sheet of flesh connected his arms to his body. Zane's whimpers became more like squeaks as his head took on the shape of a bat, his muzzle honing into his fruit bat like nose, his ears looking almost like leathery wolf ears.

Deus looked over at Zane, watching fur spill out of his collar, watching the young man's legs change, knowing this was all his fault. He hadn't just doomed himself, he doomed Zane too. Deus tried to do anything, but every time he moved he felt different... Stronger, bigger, better, hornier. His blue jeans were tented, but his body was changing far faster. His ribs pushed apart, his spine stretched, his claws grew and the tips of his fingers swelled into paw pads.

"Deus..." Zane called out, feeling his tongue grow into a long, narrow point. Deus murmured, panting as his face pushed out, stubble growing across his muzzle.

"It's... Wolfgang actually." Deus admitted, "But everyone calls me Deus." Zane forced out a chuckle.

"It's a good thing you didn't become... the vampire..." Zane said, reaching for his shirt. He clawed at his buttons before he got them open, pulling his shirt apart. He looked down, seeing the black fur spreading across his abdomen, but something else was wrong. His nipples had turned a dark gray and were swelling, the nubs sticking out like tiny sausages. Zane reached up to rub at one before a shiver of pleasure ripped through him like lightning.

Zane's furry bat head tipped back as he let out a moan, a squirt of milk releasing from his nipple. He brought his other hand up and started working the other side, doing the same, releasing more of the musky milk from his chest. Zane gave more and more into the pleasure as more nubs formed down his abdomen, soon disappearing beneath his fur coating. As Zane gave more into it, his transformation accelerated.

Soon the rich boy's shoes began to warp, the leather and rubber prying apart stitch by stitch. The shoes warped severely before the bottoms popped off and furry, clawed toes emerged, wriggling about. The webbed folds of his wings continued moving down his arms as well, anchoring more firmly along his ribs as they pushed out behind him. Zane was clearly lost in the change, his torn shirt hanging on him in tatters while his pants struggled to hold on... but clearly failed as his bulging muscles began to stretch the denim past its point of no return.

While Zane was changing fast, Deus wasn't far behind. His strawberry blond hair had been darkening, turning a deep crimson blood red. With it changed his body hair, from his arms to his legs and even his chest... which was undergoing a particularly strong change. Deus could hear his bones popping and shifting, but rather than hurting it was actually quite enjoyable in a strange way. His clavicle lifted up, his ribs parted, his lungs grew and so did his stomach. Thick wisps of red hair pushed out across his chest, hiding his nipples and his swelling muscles... even though they were swelling a lot.

Deus had never been extraordinarily strong before, but the way his pectorals and abdomen were pushing out it was as if he had been born in a gym. His arms started following suit, his biceps and triceps pushing out. Deus' shirt grew tight, the fabric straining around his chest, cutting into his skin until the fabric could take no more. A loud tearing sound came as the shirt split down the chest and up the arms, the garment splitting like a paper napkin.

The changing werewolf grunted in satisfaction as his hairy, furry red body burst into the open air but he was still too confined. He reached down, pawing at his pants... for paws were certainly more in line with what he had. His claws had grown even more, his paw pads had swollen and the hair on his arms swept down across his hands, covering his flesh. He cut the button of his jeans off and threw the fly down, watching as a heaping mound of moist, musky underwear pushed out.

Deus gazed at his package with a surprising glee. The fear of his change was being overridden by hormones and neuro-transmitters, giving him a feel of great pleasure. He couldn't resist, he couldn't turn back. He slowly brought a claw down and cut through the fabric, the underwear shrinking back away from the imposed seam to reveal what was beneath. Deus saw his cock, his familiar but well erect cock. It was still human, still normal... but the changes all around were still happening. The red fur spread down from his stomach, surrounding his shaft before crossing his balls, but then it started... the most amazing change of Deus' life.

He watched in awe as if his body were some sort of time lapse documentary on the great wonders of the world. His pubic hair had turned blood red and softened into fur, a bit thicker than the fur that now covered his torso but not by much. The flesh it covered was toughening up as well, but it was also starting to grow. The flesh began creeping up Deus' cock, but as the flesh advanced, so did the cock. Deus gasped, moaning loudly as his dick pushed out to nine inches, then ten, then eleven. The sheath continued to slip up, gaining a bit of ground, advancing just a bit faster, but as it did the dick grew wider and wider as well.

It was almost like a race to Deus, but soon the foreskin managed to slip over the mushroom shaped head of his cock and hide the tool inside... but that was only the start. Deus' back suddenly arched as an intense tingling filled his tool. He fell onto his back, rolling from side to side, groaning. He could feel his heart beating in his cock, and each pump of blood was doing something amazing. It was filling his shaft more.

The first growth seemed like nothing now. The huge sheath was spreading longer and wider, the red furry cocoon allowing the meat inside to transform, spreading over half as wide as Deus' waist. The werewolf's balls were not to be outdone, growing from the size of kiwis to pears, then oranges, throbbing as they surpassed any human size. Before long the fleshy testes were the size of cantaloupes, hanging beneath an enormous sheath.

Deus gazed up with his hazel eyes, looking at the pillar of sexuality before him. He reached up with two paws, the rest of his body still transforming. His pants were being forced down his legs as they grew more muscular, his shoes were pushing off of growing feet, fur covered his back and his neck, but all Deus cared about was his cock. His two hands wrapped around the furry sheath and felt the heat radiating off of it... and then felt it starting to retract.

Like a child opening a present on Christmas, Deus eagerly watched his manhood reveal itself... though to his surprise, at first it appeared to be human still - at first. The mushroom shaped head emerged, covered in a clear sexual slime many, many times its original size... but it was still changing. The head was bigger than his fist and it was soon stretching, tapering into a slimy point, the color shifting from a fleshy pink to a darker red like his fur.

The sheath continued to retract, unleashing a foot of changing cock, then two, then almost three. It was so monstrously large that it extended from Deus' groin almost all the way to his lips, a challenge he soon accepted. The wolf leaned in, his maw parting as he slathered himself with a wet tongue. His changes continued to refine themselves, bringing him closer to his ultimate form.

The heels of Deus' feet eroded, the balls of his feet grew, his toes lengthened, his ankles shifted, his knees grew and his ass widened. As his ass cheeks parted, his tailbone seemed to finally have room to grow and push out. It wriggled and shifted as the fur covered it, the length growing out almost as fast as his cock had... but it was the least of Deus' concerns. He lapped and sucked at his cock, his brain being washed in the musky spice of his own seed, his libido climbing to levels never before experienced... and Deus had experienced a lot, unlike Zane.

While his friend had been shifting into his wolfdom, Zane had been coming to grips with turning into a bat. Zane had been a little more focused, his hands exploring his new body. He had figured out the worst and best ways to fold his wings, he'd found all his nipples, he'd felt his silky black fur and he'd sniffed at the air full of rich, spicy, manly musk. Somewhere deep inside of him, Zane tried to feel bad about what had happened... but he was finding it hard.

Even the thought of his mother, of his lost life and lost friends didn't seem to quash the pleasure he was experiencing. Doctor Julian had given them a taste of bliss in disguise as a cure... but Zane didn't want a cure anymore. He wanted more. He reached down and started to squeeze and tug on his nipple, more of his bat milk spilling out into his waiting hand. It was so hot and silky. He brought it up to his muzzle and tipped it back, letting it wash over his fangs. He murmured at the flavor, almost faintly nutty, but it just wasn't cutting it... It was alright, but he felt like he needed something else to drink, something with more of a tang. Still, he had to have nipples for a reason.

Zane crawled across the warehouse floor, moving closer to Deus. He positioned himself carefully and grabbed at his nipples, starting to tug on them in concert, alternating between the two. Before long, thin streams of bat milk sprayed out, splashing across Deus' muzzle. The milk ran down across his maw and into his lips and the wolf's hazel eyes shot wide open. He pulled his muzzle off of his own cock and looked up at the bat in shock, licking his lips before groaning.

The bat looked startled at the milk being so effective and started backing up, but the wolf was not to be denied. He turned, lowered to the ground, wagged his tail and then pounced. The two rolled across the floor in a heap of black and red fur before Deus pinned his friend and leaned down. Zane gasped, arching his back as he had the thick lips and sharp teeth of a wolf nuzzling into his chest before the wolf found his target.

Deus started to nuzzle and lick and then even suck at the teat, getting the silky milk to spray down his gullet. It was extraordinary, it was nourishing, it was intimate... and Zane finally realized what it was for. The vampire bat licked his lips before he leaned down and plunged his fangs into the wolf's neck. Deus winced as Zane pierced his flesh, but the milk was too good to resist. He gulped at it as Zane gulped at him, feeding for the first time.

The rich iron tang of the blood was just what Zane had been craving. He let the hot blood flow over his fangs and across his tongue, not even swallowing. He let gravity draw the blood down his throat and nourish his stomach... and nourish it did. His entire body started to adapt to the fresh food source. Zane felt his body tingling again as another surge of growth began. His chest started to push out, his legs and arms thickening, but most of all came the changes to his love organ.

Zane moved, wrapping one wing around Deus to hold him close, moving his pelvis so his hips were in line with Deus. He could feel the massive rod pinned between them and started to hump and grind his own into the werewolf's. Deus sucked down the chest milk in a daze, feeling especially light headed as his blood was drawn, but Zane was a glutton. With each gulp and each hump, the bat's cock was starting to grow. The meat emerged from the fur, hard and long, glistening with dew drops of pre as it stretched.

While not nearly as thick as Deus', Zane's bat cock was easily growing as long. It pushed past a foot, then two, extruding from his body like it had been hidden inside all along. The two wet cocks rubbed and ground, the moisture not enough to lubricate them beyond the point of friction. Soon the heat climbed and the tingling was too much for them. Zane was the first to go, moaning and letting go of Deus' neck as he came, spraying his seed into Deus' chest... but Deus wasn't far behind.

The wolf's massive balls tugged up, his gigantic cock throbbed and soon a torrent of yellow werewolf sperm was rushing out. It showered Zane's chest and stomach, soaking into the black fur, the smell intense. Deus let out a deep growl of satisfaction, pulling off of his lover's nipple slowly before gazing up with a feral grin.

"You are mine now..." Deus said. Zane looked stunned.

"But I'm the vampire, I'm the superior predator... you're mine." Zane said. Deus grinned, shrugging his furry red shoulders.

"How about we be each other's?" he asked. Zane looked surprised at that suggestion before he nodded gently

"I like the sound of that." Zane said softly. Deus brought up a paw to caress Zane's furry cheek, taking in his features with love. They lingered together for a long moment before Deus moved to stand up. It was usually a bit of work after an orgasm to get his body coordinated, but Deus had never had that much blood leave to such an oversized portion of him before. He carefully extended, stretching up and up... and up. When he was finally upright, Deus was shocked that the world was so much further beneath him.

The red wolf looked at his arms and legs. They seemed normal to him, but they had grown so much bigger and longer, just as his spine had. He would have towered over Doctor Julian if he had still been there. He had to be at least nine feet tall but his cock was still enormous, even on him. Deus' tail swished a bit behind him as he grinned, offering a paw to Zane. Zane took the paw and stood up, though he only came to Deus' shoulders in height. The bat looked up at his lover in surprise before looking at his own body.

After a life of being frail, Zane was anything but. He had an incredibly muscled body even with a fur coating. His shoulders were broader than ever, his waist thick, his abs better than any washboard. He flexed his wings and then tucked them again before he smirked, crouching before he jumped at Deus, wrapping his arms around his lover. The red wolf growled in pleasure as he was enveloped in wings, tilting his head to bring it to Zane's.

The bat and wolf parted their muzzles, letting them interlock before their tongues came together in a sloppy embrace. Both could still taste the milk, cum and blood from their previous meals but they didn't care. To them it tasted like life. They kissed, they humped, they held and they cared about nothing but each other. It was the first days of the rest of their life.

****

Fog had rolled into the city, swimming through the streets as a thick haze that caught and dispersed any light source it came across, from street lights to the computer monitor store. The screens in the shop had been left on over night, silently showing the news. Pictures and archive footage of Zane Hartwick had been played back to back for hours. There had even been a reward for the safe return of the boy to his mother, but no one had any news... no one but the pink eyed bat and the red furred wolf sitting on a roof top across the street.

Zane gazed down at the screen, thinking to himself about how things had turned out, though he had also kept his hand busy stroking up and down Deus' huge cock. Deus panted, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he got a webbed hand job from his lover, drool dripping from the tip of his tongue and the tip of his canine phallus at the same time.

"It isn't fair..." Zane said softly. Deus made an attempt to swallow his excess drool.

"Wh... What isn't?" he asked.

"You and I both went missing in the same blood feud, but I haven't seen your picture anywhere." Zane said.

"Kids go missing every day in Trinity. People of every age go missing. Only the rich are missed." Deus said. Zane shook his head.

"That isn't fair and that isn't right..." Zane paused gently, "We should do something about that." He resolved. Deus' eyes widened.

"What would we do?" Deus asked before he gasped, tilting his head back as he came. His cock shot out a fountain of cum that splattered all over him and the roof top. His ears went flat against his head, but as he recovered from his orgasm, he gave Zane his undivided attention. Zane leaned over and gave Deus' rod a few licks before he sat back up.

"We make a pack of the lost... We give shelter to those that run away, we try to reunite those that get lost against their will with their family, we do something good to help." Zane said. Deus leaned in gently and nuzzled Zane's neck.

"And what if they come to like the pack and want to stay?" Deus asked.

"Then... we give them what we have to offer. Our love, our company, our warmth and our milk." Zane said. Deus moaned gently, moving to grope Zane.

"You do realize we probably still have the power to infect others... make more vampire bats and wolves." Deus said.

"No, Wolfgang, that hadn't occurred to me." Zane smirked, "That might be fun to do, but I'm not going to inflict it on anyone unwillingly even if what happened to us is-" Zane froze.

"Great?" Deus asked hopefully. Zane nodded gently.

"I was going to say awesome, it... it really is. Oh Deus." The bat moaned, leaning in for another kiss. The wolf pulled him onto his lap and laid back, his cum soaking into both of their fur as they embraced each other.

The two had started on opposite ends of the social strata of Trinity, invested in the fast paced technological based society as any other. At the end of the day they had each other and the fur on their backs to keep them warm. Lives changed with no warning at all in Trinity, but the islands were home to all. Whether you were man, animal, or something in-between... there was always a place to go to.