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Blood Born Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Bladepup

The ambulance had all but hit the emergency room entrance as it came rolling up and the medics had worked just as fast to get their patient out. The gurney legs popped down and rattled as the wheels rolled from the cement onto the laminated flooring. Hideo thought to himself that the hospital was supposed to be a place of peace, of healing and rest. Instead it seemed to be a place of shouting, loud machines and the battle between the police and the EMT's. Still, he couldn't blame them... He was nothing like stereotypes either.

Hideo was twenty one years old. He'd never attended college and had made it through high school on a technicality. He wasn't respectful of his parents and the only math he was good at was counting the money from his deals. Hideo was a thug, a drug dealer, and now he was dying. His short black hair was hidden beneath a red do-rag. His upper lip was adorned with the best mustache he could manage and glittering diamond studs were anchored in his ears... but the most distinct feature came from the blood soaked gauze wrapped around his mid-section.

The day had started out normally but it had gone downhill fast. Another dealer had shown up on his street, challenged his authority. There had been only one way to deal with that. Hideo just hadn't counted on the other guy being a better shot. Now he was bleeding out and the cops knew everything. If he survived, he'd probably go to jail... but Hideo knew a few cousins in prison, maybe he'd be able to make things work out.... if he survived.

The doctors and nurses were shouting about something else, a shortage... A negative. Hideo wondered briefly how they got his progress reports from school before remembering he had graduated... and that he'd never had grades that good anyhow. A quick glance with his deep brown eyes revealed what they were actually talking about. He was bleeding out and they were short on his blood.

A feeling of dread ripped through Hideo's heart and then came a vague sense of wooziness, a vertigo that left his head spinning even though it was held in place. He groaned and then the world blacked out around him. It wasn't a restful sleep. He was aware of being jerked around, poked and prodded. Every time he opened his eyes he was somewhere else... They were getting his ready for surgery, but they were still looking for a donor.

Hideo started to wonder if he'd made the wrong choices in life... He thought of the petty thefts he'd done, the breaking and entering, joy riding, street racing... but then there was no regret. He was a bad ass... And he'd live or die a bad ass. He smiled a bit before his eyes opened again. He was in another room, though he paused, there was someone across from him... Someone HUGE... He was six foot six, his skin the color of milk chocolate. A mane of dreadlocks hung around his head, completed by a thick and bushy beard down to his collar bone.

Hideo looked at the man, then realized he was donating blood. The bags had A- emblazoned on them. This was the man saving his life... Though there were a few things peculiar about him. Hideo wondered why his eyes were so dark, his ears just a bit too pointy... Even his fingernails seemed strange. Were they painted black? Hideo tried to focus but got woozy again. This time it wasn't just from his blood loss. He was getting anesthesia for surgery. They were going to patch him up and fill him with another man's blood. Even if he went to jail, he'd be alive. The Asian thug's eyes slipped closed once more and he passed out cold. The nurses checked his vital signs and seemed encouraged, but across the way the large black man slowly cracked a grin, a grin lined with sharp carnivorous fangs.

****

Treatment, recovery, trial and sentencing. Hideo had never heard of the system moving so fast, but it seemed they wanted to make an example of him. Even the recovery from his gunshot wound had seemed abnormally fast, depriving him of any sympathy that the injury might have provided. Hideo had tried to walk the fine line at the trial of sounding remorseful without sounding week, but they'd still found him guilty. From there it had been a long drive up to the penitentiary.

Hideo's jeans and t-shirt had been replaced with an orange jumpsuit and his red do-rag had been taken away entirely, leaving him looking like every other non-descript prisoner in the place. He was escorted down the hallway in handcuffs and ankle cuffs, an over-reach he was sure on the part of the guards, but finally he was brought to his cell. The door buzzed, the cell rattled open and he was brought inside. On the right side of the room there was movement, another prisoner sitting up. He looked to be nineteen or twenty, Hispanic with black hair pulled back into a very tiny pony tail.

The guards removed the chains and restraints and stepped back. The door shut and latched and they were gone. Hideo was left standing there with no introductions, no tour, just dumped in a cement box. There was a window with a vague view of the outside, though it had bars in between the panes of glass and a spider web from a spider trapped just as tightly as they were.

Hideo looked around the cell, taking stock. Two beds, a rudimentary toilet and that was it. Hideo took a long breath, letting out a slow whistle.

"So, what do you do around here for fun?" Hideo asked. The Latino in the other bed shrugged a bit.

"I guess... Think about what I'm gonna do when I get out to my boys again, shit like that." his cell mate said.

"Your boys-" Hideo said, holding his hand at knee level before lifting the hand to his shoulder height, "Or your boys?" he asked. His cell mate chuckled.

"Home boys." The cell mate replied. Hideo nodded at that before he moved to sit on his bed.

"I got me some brothers too, though I guess that's what got me in here. Thought I had more protection than I did." Hideo admitted.

"Small groups have great protection, big groups are harder to control. Law of the pack I guess." The cell mate said.

"Well... No reason to fight in here, how about we watch out for each other? I'm Hideo." he said, offering his hand. His cell mate nodded and offered his hand back.

"Miguel." the young man replied, shaking his new cell mate's hand.

****

The days had started to pass without incident. They had time in the yard to exercise, they had time in the library... during which Hideo often took a nap. The meals were a bit questionable and there wasn't any television like Hideo had heard, but perhaps the strangest thing of all was that all of Hideo's underwear was pink. They said it was so if a convict escaped they'd know, but Hideo was sure that was why dudes got fucked in the joint. He'd gotten on pretty well with Miguel too and they shared notes on their first crimes, how gang life worked out for them, their favorite kinds of cars. It wasn't bad at all... but on the tenth night, things felt very different.

Hideo had been feeling strange for a night or two before, only when he tried to sleep, but this was far different. He felt hot, sweaty and alert. The only light in their cell came from the moon pushing through the bars, splashing across the floor but Hideo could make out every detail. He panted gently, tossing and turning before he rolled over onto his stomach. Each breath was a blast of hot air and his fingers started to dig into the bed, raking along the cloth, his fingernails feeling like metal. Hideo grunted and groaned as his fingers ached, but Hideo couldn't figure it out.

He wondered at first if he was having a relapse, if something had gone wrong with his surgery. He unbuttoned his orange shirt and opened it up, revealing his smooth chest with the dragon tattoos. His fingers traced the site of the bullet. No scar, no puffiness, no sign of injury at all. It was impossible to tell he had been shot. Hideo ran his fingers up and down his chest before he closed his eyes, trying to push it out of his mind.

He rolled onto his back and laid back, glancing over at Miguel's bed. His cell mate was out cold. He could hear every breath and practically every heart beat. Hideo took solace in his friend's unconsciousness and decided to do something that always put him to sleep.

The orange jumpsuit was parted down lower, split open wide. The pink underwear was slid down as well, revealing Hideo's modest manhood. His fingers came down and wrapped around the shaft, working the loose flesh up and down slowly as his cock hardened.

Hideo started to picture everything that usually turned him on; big breasted girls in tight clad clothing flagging down street races, washing cars, their fleshy bits jiggling and wobbling, but rather than turning him on at all, Hideo seemed to be losing the bit of erection he had. Hideo grimaced, not wanting to go limp so he let his mind wander. He thought about the cars themselves, the thrill of the race, speeding down with loud engines and screeching tires... Yeah, that was starting to work. He grinned as his cock hardened again, stiffening and elongating.

He thought of the best races he had, of the after parties. He thought of his gang brothers and how proud they had been... He thought of their sunglasses, their do-rags, the grins, the piercings, the firm muscular bodies clapping each other on the back... The brotherhood of it all, the masculinity. Hideo worked his cock harder and faster, breathing deeper. For some reason, that was getting him off far more.

Hideo's heart rate increased, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His cock felt harder than it had ever been, but it felt dryer too. The friction was building up and his cock felt abnormally hot, but Hideo didn't stop. He kept working it even as it felt like his foreskin was splitting from his shaft - and that was exactly what it was doing. Hideo's manhood was getting hot and slick inside, the flesh changing and shifting. The skin was splitting down lower and lower, all the way to the base of his cock. His foreskin was loose and disconnected, acting more like a sheath than anything else, especially as the skin started to grow a slight web to his stomach, pulling his cock upright more.

It was almost like instinct or an addiction, a compulsion to continue. Hideo kept thrusting his hips up and down, working his meat through his hands even as his cock changed. He could feel his new sheath retracting, the sensitive red flesh beneath becoming exposed. It was oddly silky and smooth, but even more than that it was growing longer. Hideo's cock was rock hard but still expanding, pushing out to six inches, then eight, then ten. As it stretched, the mushroom shaped head began to elongate and deform, tapering to a point... and as it did, the rest of Hideo's changes began.

The fingernails that had felt stiff and metallic grew more so, pushing out longer and curving from his fingertips as they hardened into claws. Flesh grew over the tops, anchoring them in. Hideo's claws clicked together as he jerked himself off, panting and sweating in the moonlight. He shifted and moved on the bed as his back began to elongate, a series of pops coming from his spine as his vertebrae pushed apart only to grow in size and make up the difference.

Hideo silenced his groans as his legs ached and throbbed, stretching longer. His feet pushed past the end of his bed, his toenails stretching into claws as well. Hideo bit his lip, barely silencing the strange pain and euphoria ripping through his body. His ears began to stretch into points and the black of his eyes began to pool out past the irises, the entire surface soon as dark as night. He panted hard, feeling such adrenaline in his blood, but there were other chemicals too like testosterone.

While his mustache was usually pretty thin and sparse, Hideo's upper lip soon darkened as the line of hair got very thick. The hair spread out across his cheeks and chin, a beard forming that was thicker than the hair on his head, but only for a few moments before that too grew longer and shaggier. Hideo's free hand dropped back to his bed, cutting into the mattress, even wearing through the metal springs to cut them one by one.

Hideo's chest warped as his pectorals pushed out, his shoulder blades expanded and his arms thickened. Biceps and triceps ballooned outward and the flesh covering his arms darkened with hair. It wasn't long before black hair was sprouting all over his body, covering his chest and legs, even the backs of his hands and the tops of his feet. Hideo's solid black eyes looked around before he gazed out of the window, looking at the moon, hearing its song to him.

The transforming thug rolled off his bed, landing on all fours on the floor. He panted hard, drool dripping from his lips. His fingers and feet ached as the flesh began to swell into pillowey pads, making room for the black hair to spread between the pads and cover everything else. The hair from his beard stretched down his neck and connected with his chest and it spread upwards as well. Before the hair had completely dominated his face, it was clear it was all shifting into fur... a fur coat - but Hideo's face was shifting as well.

Hideo's jaw popped, the joints clicking and shifting. He felt his mouth pushing out forward, taking his upper lip and nose along with it. His nose tilted upwards, exposing the nostrils as the flesh around them turned black and moist. It wasn't long before scents became more distinct, for better and worse. He could smell Miguel's sweat, his dander, his natural scent. He could smell the despair of the prison, the unwashed masses, the pure concentrated masculinity... and he could smell his own manhood, dangling between his legs. It was hot, musky, and salty with a hint of earthiness to it.

Hideo remained on all fours, his opened orange jumpsuit growing tight as his body expanded in all directions. He was taller, broader, longer. His ribs were pushing out and his face continued to extend. Inch by inch, he was gaining a muzzle. The longer mouth made room for more teeth and he felt the flesh part as sharp barbs of new fangs erupted into his mouth, filling the gaps. Even his tongue grew longer, his taste buds becoming more developed as well.

With his senses improving across the board, Hideo felt strange when his hearing sputtered and clicked before he went deaf. It felt strange to be in a world of no sound, but he could feel something shifting on his head. His pointed ears had grown taller, migrating up inch by inch along the side of his head, pushing through his shaggy black fur. They too had gained a fur coating of sorts, especially as they curved forward.

The new wolf ears settled into place and Hideo's hearing returned, better than ever before. His body felt like it was on fire but in a good way. He was about to try out some of his new muscles when he fell forward onto his arms. He grunted and panted as he felt his ass cheeks pried apart by a wiggling tail bone. The bone pushed away from the body, the skin taut around it. Black fur erupted from the tail as it started pushing out of his body at an accelerated pace. The tail whipped to one side and then the other, elongating to a foot, then two feet, then almost three.

Hideo braced himself, pushing back up to all fours before he dared to stand. His feet shifted and changed as he did, rising to six feet tall, then seven, then eight. He towered over the cinder block cell, coming almost to the ceiling. His stance was wide, his tail long, his ears tall and his cock hard. Hideo's solid black eyes looked back to his shaft, his achingly hard canine shaft. Once more his paw returned to it, working the cock forward and back... and it became clear what he was thinking before.

It hadn't been the thought of women that made him hard, or even the power and victory of street racing. It had been the thought of brotherhood, of being in a gang... The rules of the pack. Hideo missed that, he needed that, and there was only one person he could trust. Miguel had been there for him the whole time. He would be a perfect pack mate. A grin crossed Hideo's fang filled muzzle as he advanced on his cell mate, planning to make both parts of that title very true.

Despite all the noise, Miguel had been sleeping soundly. He'd gotten used to prisoners making a ruckus, rattling on their bars, and people being transferred at night. He had no idea that his cell mate had just transformed into a hulking, furry brute, but that moment of realization came as a paw slid across his cheek. Miguel's eyes snapped open at the touch and he turned, gasping as he saw the werewolf.

Miguel backed up onto his bed, skidding back into the corner of the cell, tucking his extremities tight... but something wasn't right. The cell door was secured, Hideo's bed was empty and there was no blood. Surely if the guards had put the monster in his room, or if the monster had eaten his friend, he would have heard something. More than that, the werewolf was just standing there in his primal glory, basking in the moon light.

"Hideo?" Miguel asked softly. The werewolf only chuckled before moving forward onto the bed, crawling toward Miguel, the solid black eyes gazing into his. Miguel felt his resolve starting to slip away. His arms slowly drooped to his sides and his legs slid apart. Hideo leaned in, tilting his head, his canine muzzle parting around Miguel's face as he moved to kiss the human. Miguel felt the fangs grazing his cheeks, but it wasn't enough to break the trance.

He soon felt a wet, slithering wolf tongue pushing at his lips and he opened his mouth without resistance, accepting it in. Hideo brought a clawed finger up and began dragging it down, cutting Miguel's jumpsuit open inch by inch, even cutting through his pink underwear. The waist band snapped apart, the cotton gave way and Miguel's black bush and brown shaft were exposed.

Hideo's hand moved to his massive werewolf cock, stroking it off a bit before a feral yellow seed began to leak out, dribbling down onto Miguel's cock. It pooled over the surface before dripping down the shaft, but even that brief contact was enough to start the process. Miguel was rock hard in moments, his cock stretching and growing inch by inch, pushing out of his foreskin. The head of his cock began to taper and redden while the skin around his length separated, the cock inside stiffening to the point it would never go limp again.

Miguel and Hideo embraced one another for several moments, Hideo massaging his tainted seed around. Miguel's bush began to spread wider, his balls got furry and his thighs thickened with muscle, but a topical treatment wasn't enough. Hideo wanted to initiate his pack mate more directly. He broke the kiss and pulled back, gesturing with his head to the floor. Still entranced, Miguel obeyed and climbed off the bed, getting down onto all fours. Hideo stepped off the bed like the king of the castle, striding with confidence and pride. He reached out, took hold of Miguel's jumpsuit and pulled.

The orange fabric split out, falling in scraps to the side. The underwear that had already been cut fluttered down, revealing Miguel's ass. Hideo licked his black lips, his tail swinging side to side as he sauntered over and began to dribble yellow wolf seed all over Miguel's ass. The cheeks tightened and parted, his pucker turned brown and then black and his tailbone began to stretch outward, the bones visible beneath the tight skin before a black fuzz began to emerge, covering it. The fuzz spread, covering his ass cheeks and hips, connecting to his groin before the hair on his legs started to thicken as well.

"You're lucky... Took days for this to take root in me. Must be the moonlight." Hideo said, his voice incredibly deep. He brought the head of his shaft to Miguel's quivering hole, let it ooze out more juices for just a moment before he pushed in. Miguel gasped, clawing at the floor. Hideo was so big, he felt like he was going to split in two. If he had been uninitiated, that might have been so, but the werewolf seed was already reinforcing his body, letting it heal and change and adapt. Hideo pushed in deeper into the man before him, watching his tail grow fluffy and elongate.

Hideo slid half way into Miguel before he pulled back and thrust in again. Miguel was rocked forward, groaning and panting. Hideo rested for a moment before he thrust once more. Each time he got deeper and the pause grew shorter. In and out, in and out, soon it was a regular rhythm, a pattern, an act. Miguel was slack jawed, amazed by the pleasure. He'd known since coming to prison not to pick up the soap, but he never expected he'd be topped by a werewolf. They always said to make friends with the toughest prisoner... Miguel hadn't expected it to be so easy. He groaned at that.

Having already been washed in the werewolf's fluids, Miguel's canine cock began sliding all of the way out of its sheath, wobbling beneath a now furry belly. It was red and hard, wobbling... and soon it was dripping out the last of his white human cum before the juices got thicker, hotter, slimier and a tinge more yellow. Miguel groaned, his fingers aching as his nails thickened and curled, turning into claws that drug into the cement floor.

His feet warped and shifted, his heels shrinking slightly while the balls of his feet grew. The muscles tightened, his toenails turned into claws and paw pads formed. The black hair on his back and chest and legs and arms began to lengthen into fur, but for the moment his face was mostly human. The changes seemed to be working ass to front, climbing up his body. He shuddered as his cheeks grew warm and black fuzz pushed out like thick sideburns, looping down over his chin before ringing around his mouth. The fuzz remained as a soft, fine beard for a moment before it spread over everything else. Even Miguel's eyebrows grew together before his forehead was covered in fur.

A familiar popping and snapping came as Miguel's face shifted and grew. His ears began to rise, his nose pushed out and his mouth followed. It sounded painful to Hideo, but he knew it was mostly disorienting. He kept fucking Miguel into wolfdom, getting deeper and deeper, though something strange was happening. Hideo was finding it hard to get his cock back out. Every time he tried, he yanked Miguel with him. Hideo looked down, realizing the base of his cock had swollen into a knot... and that knot wasn't budging. He was tied to his mate, mounted and locked, trapped... and he loved that.

Hideo lifted his head and let out a resounding howl as his balls tingled, his cock throbbed and he unleashed a hot flood of sperm into Miguel's ass. Miguel groaned, his change accelerating dramatically as his spine stretched, his bones grew and his mouth filled with fangs. Soon he lifted his canine head, the two black wolves howling in unison. Miguel's twelve inch wolf meat shuddered before it let out a steady shower of yellow cum all over the floor, the two mated and bound both as pack mates and cell mates.

****

Days had passed since the incident, and while many questions had been asked, there had been no answers. Guards wondered how coyotes had made it into the prison yard to howl so loudly, or how they'd made it out again. Prisoners asked why it smelled so much more musky and analysts wondered why the incidence of sodomy had jumped up dramatically in the prison. The only questions that had not been asked were how Hideo and Miguel had managed to put on so much muscle in such a short amount of time.

The morning after the incident had found Hideo and Miguel still knotted together, though loosely enough to pull apart. They had reverted for the most part, looking practically human. Their cocks remained canine, protected by furry sheathes when not in use. Their ears were slightly pointed, their teeth abnormally sharp... and both men were bigger and hairier than ever before. Hideo was six feet even, several inches taller than he had been. What had been a fine black stache was now a thick fu manchu, hanging all the way down to his jaw bone. His black hair was shaggy and his new replacement jumpsuit was several sizes larger and it still showed off how thick his chest and arms were.

Miguel's change had been less noticeable, though he too had grown a few inches. Aside from his canine groin, the most distinct change had to be his thick black sideburns, practically mutton chops. He was fiercely loyal to Miguel and both men had a sublime confidence. Their bond was so strong it was unspoken now. One look from Hideo gave Miguel all he needed to know. It was almost like they had an animal magnetism, something the other prisoners felt drawn to. No longer did Hideo fear anything. The other prisoners wanted to know his secret, to get on his good side. It was as if somehow, subconsciously, they knew what he had become... and respected him.

Hideo was growing quite content in his new existence. He had a mate, respect, food... but somehow being caged was feeling more and more impossible. He started to pace, to circle, to peer out the window. On the sixth day after the incident, when the cell door buzzed and rumbled open, Hideo nearly bolted... but then he saw him. Standing outside the cell, accompanied by four guards, was the man from the hospital. Miguel was shocked by how big the black man was, from his broad shoulders to his arms as thick as trees... His thick dreads and beard only made him seem bigger all over.

"You two, with me." he said. Miguel felt a chill run through his spine, once more feeling the commanding presence Hideo had over him. Hideo, however, felt less at ease as his freedom was taken away. He let out a choking breath before his body obeyed completely. The guards watched in surprise as the prisoners moved out of the cell and held up their arms to be cuffed. They were escorted down the hall and out of the cell blocks to a small meeting room. The door was opened and the prisoners were moved in with their visitor. The guards moved to follow, but the large man held up his hand and shook his head.

"You know for this to work, I have to get their confidence. I'll be alright. They're in chains, what harm could they do?" he asked. The guards looked at each other, knowing this was against protocol.

"Just... knock if you need us." one said. The man nodded before he moved into the room and shut the door. A black claw was drawn to the lock before it plunged in, turning it and clicking it into place before he turned and looked back at the two prisoners. He grinned slowly before he grabbed Hideo's chains and pulled him close. Hideo was caught off guard, nearly yanked off his feet. He was even more shocked as a beard lined mouth found his and a long canine tongue plunged into his mouth.

The kiss felt almost phallic as the tongue slid in and out, nearly gagging him, sliding all the way back to his throat, but as strange as the kiss was, Hideo's nipples tightened and his cock went to attention, sliding out of its sheath. The large man reached up, caressing Hideo's ear points before he broke the kiss. Hideo panted and groaned, feeling so very conflicted. The man made his way over to the table in the room and sat down, spreading his legs wide. He unzipped his pants and brought out a thick black sheath. In moments a black canine cock began to emerge, coated in a glaze of spent seed.

"Omega, suck me off." he commanded. Miguel nearly dropped to all fours, rushing over to start licking and lapping at the cock, moving to suck the cock head and tease the slit with his tongue. Hideo looked shocked and jealous that Miguel had been swayed so easily, but he couldn't blame his cell mate. It was all starting to make sense.

"You gave me your blood at the hospital... Werewolf blood?" Hideo asked.

"I thought you had promise, that you'd make a good addition to my pack. It seems I was right. You already made a convert... and you did it without anyone else becoming the wiser. Added to that, your credentials are pretty damn good." the man smirked, a hand moving to hold Miguel in place on his groin.

"My credentials..." Hideo trailed off. The man chuckled.

"Street racing, drug running, being a general bad ass. Your marksmanship needs some work though, but we can improve that." the man said.

"Gang stuff? That's what you want me for?" Hideo asked. The man gazed into Hideo's eyes. Hideo felt like the man had reached into his chest and wrapped his fingers around his heart, holding it there.

"I want you to be my beta, my pack mate... Your life belongs to me since I saved it, just as Miguel's belongs to you... even if I may take certain liberties." the man replied, "On the surface I'm a community coordinator helping at-risk youth. The young men we help don't get into trouble anymore because they have a stronger sense of purpose, and because we train them not to get caught. I want you to help me." the man replied.

"What's in it for me?" Hideo asked, some of his resilience remaining.

"You'd be released into my custody. You'd have your freedom, apart from a regular probation meeting... though your probation officer is already one of us." the alpha wolf replied. Hideo crossed his arms.

"And if I refuse?" Hideo asked. The alpha's eyes narrowed.

"Then I take Miguel, leave you alone here to rot... and on the day you are finally released, I will end you." the alpha replied. Hideo's eyes widened and the alpha slowly grinned, "So... Do you want a life of pride and service to your pack, protected by your alpha, or do you want to run it alone?" the alpha questioned. Hideo took a moment before he walked over, crossing the room. He leaned down and began to kiss the alpha again.

This time as their lips parted, two canine tongues began to slid back and forth, thick saliva swapping, the men embracing each other while Miguel sucked the alpha off. It seemed for the time being Hideo had to play ball, though as a wolf playing ball had a certain allure to it. Hideo knew the alpha had to be intense to protect his position, but he didn't know if that was all of it. Whatever happened, though, he liked his chances on the outside more, especially if he got to keep Miguel as his own.