Canadian Blood.

Taking A Taste Of Canadian Blood.

Were-Aykroyd TF.

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Nathan Forester was rarely the type who got involved in drama, in fact if anything he just wanted to get away from it. If he ever did get involved in drama he mostly hid away and refused to say anything, any attempts at trying to defend himself at least to him would have fallen on deaf ears. Sometimes he just wanted to get away from it all, and just get lost in and in character...he loved transformation himself, he was a shapeshifting, horror obsessed transformationalist and half-vampire of royal descent and he wasn't going to change for anyone, especially if they didn't like him for who he was, he liked celebrity transformations and wasn't going to change that even if they complained about it. It's just that he had been longing for someone who actually understood him. He was in his apartment one night, watching an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, specifically the episode Halloween since he was a fan of 'becoming what you're dressed as' tropes and always dreamed about that happening to him.

Just as he was doing so though, one of the teleporters in his apartment had gone off and a figure materialized before him, the figure looked like he was dressed in the same signature suit and sunglasses as That Werebelushi In The Shades only there was something off about them. 'Oh hey Matthias, what are you doing here? Wait a minute...' 'Hi ya Mr Forester!' Nathan gasped upon gazing at the figure, understandably he was shocked, he looked over at the figure...he thought for several seconds, this figure looked like Dan Aykroyd and not John Belushi, he had the same clothes as Werebelushi and the same attire but he had a gothic Blues Bro look to him and he looked Aykroydian, right down to having two different colored eyes, he was taller than Matthias too. 'What the hell...you're not Matthias. You're not even a Belushi.' 'I know, i'm an Aykroyd. I'm Matthew Radke, aka That Were-Aykroyd In The Shades.' 'Were-Aykroyd?' 'Yeah. I have been a huge fan of your transformations for a while. I think it's rad you are into were-celebs and possession.' 'You do?' 'Yeah. And I have heard all sorts of fascinating things about you, you have transformation powers?'

'Well of course I do. What? Do you think that's just a gimmick for my show?"

"Of course not, any true DA-Verse transformationalist would easily say that they know it's all real."

"Naturally.."

'How did you get them?"

"I have no clue really, I don't know if I was born with them or if I was given them."

Matthew was enamored by Nathan's collection of horror movie posters and artifacts. 'Wow..look at that. Is that a real version of Jason's famous hockey mask?' 'It is but i've got to be careful nobody puts it on.' 'What happens if someone puts it on? Does Jason possess them ala Jason Goes To Hell?' 'Yes, that's exactly what happens. I don't want to be held responsible for murder or anything.' He eyed Nathan's coat of arms for a few minutes. 'So..what is this coat of arms symbolic of?' 'It is a spider-web design coat of arms with fangs dripping from it, you see my family heritage is vampiric...at least on my father's side.' 'You're half-vampire? Okay this is just spectacular. I have been searching for proof that actual vampires do live here and now I have found it.'

"Is there anything you want to know about it?"

"Yeah...do you have any thralls or brides yet?"

"It's a complicated story full of melodrama, bigotry, betrayal and break-ups. No, I don't have a lover of my own yet."

"Are you royalty?"

"Yes, i'm of royal descent."

"I know this may sound morbid but...have you ever died?"

"Multiple times. It's only really horrifying the first time around."

"Have you ever tried Canadian blood before?"

"Excuse me."

'I'm just curious...what would happen if a vampire like you drank some of my blood. Because Canadian blood is sweeter and nicer than American blood is at least according to what I read about vamprism and blood types from the Bloodsucker Compendium.' 'That book does say that some vampires do like Canadian blood.' 'But what would happen if you bit me?' 'You're an Aykroyd aren't you? An Aykroyd character as a vamp? Heh heh.' 'I don't know, I can easily see Louis Winthorpe as one and even Yortuk.' 'What about you? I don't think you could pull off the aspects of being a vampire.' 'You mean the cool, dark, mysterious, menacing and seductive aspects?'. 'Yeah...' 'An Aykroyd character could totally pull off being seductive and dark and cool. Have you ever seen Doctor Detroit?' 'Yes. And I love it.' 'I knew we'd get along. So how about it, i'll give you some of mine.' 'Okay..if you're sure.'

"This won't hurt I promise."

"Are you sure it won't?"

"I'm absolutely sure."

Nathan reluctantly watched as Matthew cut himself, a bit of his blood dripped off his finger. He reached over to him and licked a bit of the blood on his finger, there was a lot of sweetness to the taste of it...could this be what Canadian blood tasted like? It didn't leave a bitter after-taste, and he didn't feel odd that is until his stomach slowly swelled and gurgled. 'Ugh...I don't think we should have done that.' 'Why not?' 'Well...' He panicked and watched as his chest and torso broadened, his skin losing a bit of imperfections as his arms broadened and his hands enlarged. The changes swept across his chest as a small selection of brown hairs developed on it and downward towards is navel area, there were some hairs developing on his arms as well in a manner which seemed akin to a classic were-creature type transformation. After all this was a supernatural transformation but it felt natural and this didn't seem like a punishment or woe is me type transformation either, in fact it felt more like a pleasant transformation.

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"Hey..wait, I thought this wasn't supposed to affect me."

"Same here...unless..hey, you're right."

"I'm turning Aykroydian?"

"Yep, you certainly are. "

In addition to this his legs contorted while his feet shifted a little, growing a bit larger while two of the toes on both feet stuck together giving them a webbed appearance while his rear plumped and his back broadened. 'Would you say this is like a twist in one of your stories?' 'Yes, actually. And by that mean I mean Tales From The Web. Those poor imitations like Tales From The Sewer System or whatever it was that were made to mock me for some stupid reason, they don't get that these horror stories I write have morals and it's not all gloom and doom and transformation as punishment and bla bla bla you know the crap they accuse me of.' 'What happened to that show by the way?' 'It only lasted for a few episodes and then got canceled. It was terrible.' 'Isn't there a Were-Aykroyd character in one of them?' 'Actually there is more than one.' 'Eeeee!'. 'I take it you means that you like them.' 'I adore them.'

"Some of the people I know just find my Aykroyd obsession weird."

"What? Who? Tell me who they are so I can unleash my powers on them."

"Mainly those anti-Deviantart hate-blogs and a reddit post that claims that DA gets dumber every day."

"Pft. They don't get you like I do. There's nothing wrong with you."

'You're right, then again...I shouldn't be ashamed of being who I am just because of what others think of me.' 'Exactly, because being weird is awesome, embrace your inner weirdo.' He chuckled as he shot up in height to 6'1 and his shoulders broadened, his neckline altering while his long hair shortened and darkened. 'Hey...I don't look half bad like this.' He blushed while his brow altered and his eyebrows thickened, he always thought of Aykroyd as being adorable and now here he was, he was turning into Dan Aykroyd and he never entirely thought of himself as 'straight' since he had both female crushes and male crushes, and Aykroyd was one of those. He blushed as Matthew admired his hero's transformation, he couldn't help but admire him. Matthew was a guy who always knew that being different isn't always a 'curse', after all he was a Were-Aykroyd and he was extremely friendly and a nice monster, everyone always viewed him as weird except for his friends..and he had many friends, of course he knew how to cheer everyone up.

His eyes widened as one turned green while the other remained brown, his features slowly contorting themselves to resemble Matthew's. Which is to say his features slowly morphed into those of Dan Aykroyd as his nose broadened, developing a cleft in the middle...he twitched it a few times and giggled while his features plumped up before morphing themselves into Aykroyd's likeness, his voice deepened and contorted itself...developing Aykroydian mannerisms as his accent shifted into a Canadian one and his voice became Aykroyd's voice. His personality and mind merging with Aykroyd's one, making him Aykroyd-like in every single way and he couldn't help but love it as his transformation completed itself. 'So how does it feel?' 'Pretty awesome, being an Aykroyd just seems natural to me.' 'As it should, after all you are weird but being weird is awesome, embrace it.'

"Those are powerful words to live by."

"I know, it's fitting for someone like you."

And thus with that Nathan decided to ask his new friend for a few lessons and the two had a jam session, fully getting in touch with his inner Aykroyd and being quirky and oddball and adorkable. He was still able to turn back to turn back to himself whenever he wanted so he got to enjoy being Aykroydian and the best part of it was that he could relax and just be himself since he was already pretty Aykroydian already. And where would this story be without a moral? The moral is, if you're weird and are different from other people, don't be ashamed to admit...be proud, being different is cool, and if you're an Aykroyd and you know it..clap your hands.