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The Porn Note

Chapter 7: School's Out

By Draconicon

A Sys-Sol wolf stands outside the blockade around the school. Nobody is moving yet, not since the turrets destroyed the transports that were set to bring them onto the grounds. Nobody wants to be the next thing shot out, considering the sheer firepower that those turrets can bring to bear. Someone has gone to cut the power, but it might be a full hour for them to find the right one. This neighborhood is criss-crossed like crazy on the power-grid.

He looks down the line, catching the glinting eyes of his superior officer. The horse is communicating with higher-ups, deciding what to do, getting more information. The wolf shrugs, waiting for the orders to be passed down, and looking back at the university.

It's a big problem that they can't get the students out. Now, things are going to be much more complicated. He has a brother in those walls, Tom, who is thinking of enrolling in Sys-Sol recruitment next year. Who knows what's going on in there now, but he hopes to be the one to actually find him. Everyone says they'll be careful, but he's the only one that won't shoot his brother.

The orders come down the line. Lord Jonah is on site, coming up to the turrets. He'll be purifying them of whatever has corrupted them. Everyone is to sweep in and secure the courtyard as soon as he does, and from there, establish teams to move towards the back doors of every building. All entrances are to be secured, and further orders will be established from there.

As the stag steps through the lines, writing in his book already, the wolf thinks he sees something slipping out of the gym in the distance. He reaches up, tapping the corner of his eye and triggering the binocular effect. His vision zooms down to the point of motion on the far side, narrowing for a moment before expanding to take in the target. His other eye goes wide, and he breaks ranks.

"Sir!" he calls to the horse. "Eight hundred feet ahead, just off twelve o'clock."

The rest of the soldiers trigger their binoculars, but the wolf is already running, dashing ahead as the gray wall on the far side charges. He's never seen these things before, but he knows weapons when he sees them. The wolf pulls Jonah back as the charge reaches the turrets, knocking over the de-programmed hulks and nearly taking the stag down. They take him with them, throwing him to the ground and rushing over him. Bruising, flat feet knock the air out of him, only his Sys-Sol upgrades keeping him from getting crushed to a bloody pulp.

Some of the lower ranking officers aren't so lucky. They fall down, and don't get up. He groans, slowly pulling himself to his feet, only to get knocked onto his back. He looks up, seeing one of the hulking four-legged beasts getting up to two legs...and showing off a cock that is as big as his arm.

"Heh, losers pay the penalty..."

The wolf stares before he is impaled on the beast's cock, his breath forced out on the first thrust. Other Sys-Sol soldiers push forward, but a full half of the assembled force is pinned beneath gray cock.

#

"Ugh...that's not the sort of thing that I wanted, but...well, it's doing something."

Malcolm shook his head, the mouse banishing the rest of the fuck-fest going on outside from his mind. That had been the football, soccer, and hockey teams and their various back-ups running down the courtyard. Making them into giant were-creatures with corruptive abilities was probably not going to help him in the long run, but for now, it should keep the others busy, and it might just give him more soldiers to work with if it went well. Nobody had bothered shooting after the first wave had struck when the bullets didn't pierce the hides of his monsters; they'd just run ahead, taking the opening that he'd left them.

If all went according to plan, that second wave should be getting incapacitated in a few minutes. He'd not had much time to lay traps across the courtyard, but at least some of them would trigger...he hoped.

The rest of the student body were still either watching Rashii and Taj get fucked, or were participating in the giant fuck-fest that filled the gymnasium. Some of the horny students had pulled at his tail, trying to get him involved, but so far, they weren't too pushy. Though, he swore his ass was covered in bruises from pinching.

He blushed as he watched Rashii cum from a cock up her ass, the raptor that was slamming his dick inside her getting quite a bit of depth every time that she rode him, and he had to look away as his cock throbbed, begging for a turn.

He could do it, he knew. The book would give him the power to have as much perverted fun with the snake lady as he wanted. It would do the same for Taj, as well, who was currently slamming his barbed cock quite a way up a small mole woman. A teacher, he realized, though of what, he wasn't entirely sure.

No, no, not the time, Malcolm thought. Not when System is right outside the door, and we're dealing with an army.

The mouse opened the gym door. Not much, just a crack. When nobody shot at him, he poked his head out ever so slightly, seeing how many of his traps had triggered.

Despite the situation, a slight smile slipped across his face. No fewer than twenty Sys-Sols were trapped in the tendrils coming out of the artificial grass, some of them suspended over twenty feet in the air by said tendrils. Weapons had been thrown all over the place, and armor was following after, with dicks and pussies getting pulled into view as the sexualized grounds of the school came to his defense.

It wouldn't last long, though. Some more heavily armored soldiers were coming through, Sys-Sols that were closer to cyborg than living being. Weaponized arms were pushed down towards the ground, belching bursts of fire that spread quickly. It seared the soil, burning through the trapped ground that was reaching out for new victims, and dropping some of those already entangled.

Okay, that's not going to last long, and who knows if a second wave would even work...

He glanced back at those remaining. The ladies teams for swimming and tennis, as well as both track teams were still around. They were strong, could be used for something, but he didn't know if he had the time to pull together another wave. He couldn't think of another sexy thing that would keep them alive, either, if the soldiers started shooting.

Nngh. So many possibilities, but they all have to be sexy, he thought, looking out the door again. The courtyard itself was mostly secured, though they hadn't triggered the statue traps just yet. That might buy him a bit more time, but if they didn't do something soon...

Okay, okay. Think. How are you getting out of here?

Not on foot, that was for damn sure. Sys-Sol was out there and waiting for anyone that tried to run. With his luck, they'd probably secured half of the other buildings by now, and were working on getting the other half locked down. Anyone stepping out of the buildings would be arrested, at best, and killed, at worst. There was no way that he could rush through the grounds, particularly with Jonah around. The stag could see through any illusion that he put on himself or others.

Okay, so I need something that will move faster, and not get hurt. Something that isn't magical, so Jonah can't just purify it away.

That left something mechanical, and now that he thought about it, there was an option. Not a very good option, but an option. But if it was going to work...

Taj is going to kill me for this, but I can't think of anything better.

#

A few minutes later, the doors to the gym flung open, and the various Sys-Sols raised their weapons...but none of them fired. Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief from deep in the crowd, but didn't stop moving. Mostly because the giant fuck-pile didn't stop, either.

A giant moving orgy, made of hundreds of students that you can't shoot, he thought as they slowly moved across the campus, Sys-Sol just staring at the writhing bodies that moved this way and that. Standing, stepping, stroking, thrusting, bouncing, the orgy of students continued unabated as some were carried and some walked along while they were fucked. Taj and Rashii were in there, somewhere, but he couldn't have said where.

He kept low to the ground, somewhere in the center mass of the crowd, watching as he could as the Sys-Sols stared at the mess before them, some radioing out while others kept their weapons trained. Any of them could start a massacre, and Malcolm prayed that they were still kind enough under their augments and upgrades not to fire.

This is a horrible idea, this is a horrible idea, this is a horrible idea, he thought as they wriggled along the grounds, only halfway towards the school garage. They could block us, or just shoot us. We're a danger to them, why aren't they shooting, why aren't they shooting?

Every so often, an arm cannon or one of the wrist-mounted weapons that the Sys-Sols used ended up getting pointed almost squarely in his direction, and he saw that most of them were tensing up, almost firing. He braced himself, waiting for the first death to happen, but they just kept moving. Fucking, and moving.

Cum dripped from holes all around him, and more than once the mouse was hit in the face by someone's dangling dick or ran into an ass that had come to a sudden halt in front of him. He was soaked already, but more kept falling down over him. He barely felt it, too focused on the fact that someone could die all too easily if Sys-Sol decided it was worth it.

They were almost at the garage when one of the officers pulled their head together, forming a line of soldiers between them and their destination. A dozen weapons were leveled at them, and the horse commander shouted.

"Halt!"

The crowd didn't stop, and Malcolm couldn't bring himself to stop them. If he did, they'd be caught. He glanced around, hoping for one of the were-beasts unleashed earlier to pop in and take them down, but no luck. The crowd got closer and closer, and he heard the weapons clicking, safeties coming off.

"Last warning. Halt."

I...I...

Malcolm shivered, looking down at his notebook. Could he stop them? Could he even cancel out a command like that without transitioning it into something else? And if he could, did he dare do it? Or...

Do...do I let...

The weapons hummed, the last stage before they would fire. The mouse closed his eyes, pen clenched in his hand, fingers refusing to move along the edge of the notebook.

I can't...I can't!

Malcolm dropped the book as he threw himself to the ground, the first shots echoing out. The entire crowd stopped, the fucking stopping instantly as a dozen bodies fell to the ground, stopped right then and there. The mouse shuddered, everything going still for him for a moment, his thoughts at a standstill. What was he supposed to do? What could he do?

He could just see through the many legs ahead that the Sys-Sols were shouting something, but his heart was pounding in his ears. He couldn't think, couldn't hear, didn't know what was going on. Just laid there, gasping for breath as he saw the bodies ahead.

Suddenly, panic seized hold, and the students broke, some running back, some running sideways, but most running forward. Suddenly faced with more than a hundred students running straight for the garage, the Sys-Sols were quickly stampeded, knocked to the ground before they could get off another shot. Malcolm pulled himself into an ever-tighter ball, the mouse trying not to see the bodies as the crowd cleared, trying not to make a target of himself -

"Get up!"

Rashii. Strong fingers yanked him up by his tail, sending him flying like a ball and chain through the air. The pain was like a good punishment, snapping him out of his trance as he went flying through the open garage door. Taj followed, and Rashii after, the two of them making him stand up and the snake woman slapping his cheek until he actually was able to look up.

"Hey, hey, come back here, Malcolm. Are you with me? Huh? Are you with me?"

"Y-yes...yes, I'm...I'm back."

"Good. Why are we here?"

"Need...need a vehicle. To get out."

"Well, better get one. I'll keep us covered until then...Why does my sniper rifle have cum all over it?"

"I'll explain later."

The snake took up a position by the front door, her rifle cracking twice with a pair of quick shots before settling down into a more regular firing pattern. Taj shook his head, starting to open his mouth, but Malcolm shook his head.

"I..."

He shook his head again, forcing the Book of Porn into Taj's hands.

"Take this. Just...just write down sexy stuff to keep them distracted. I need...I'll get us...a car or...or something."

"Mal -"

"Just write something! I'll be back!"

The mouse ran through the garage, shaking his head as he tried to think clearly. If he didn't think now, if he didn't keep up with the plan, then those people would have died for nothing. They would be just little bodies that would get little memorials, and he and Rashii and Taj would all be in trouble and probably die and -

No, no, had to not think about that. Just think about the plan, think about how to get out. Think of how to make it work.

There was a bus, a big bus that was used for initial truck driving training. He didn't know how to drive it, but it was armored, and it might break the blockade. But he had to fix it first. The mouse grabbed one of the tool sets that were left behind by one of the other classes, running to the vehicle at the back of the garage.

Most of the other students had already run for the cars that they kept here. The whole place was a mix of repair shop, mechanic class, and actual car garage, and that was the whole point. So many students would get here, get in their cars, and go. The blockade, without turrets, couldn't stop them all, and it would make for a hell of a lot of confusion. Throw this bus into the mix, and an escape might just be possible.

Rushing past the roaring hover-cars that were just getting themselves started, Malcolm threw himself under the armored bus. It was already on stands, and the engine was mostly exposed. Several power cells were missing, as were the connectors between the drive and the hover-jets that would keep it moving. They could be replaced quickly enough. He pulled out his tools and set to work.

"Mal, you got an ETA back there?"

Rashii's image popped up out of the corner of his eye, and he shook his head.

"Not yet. Maybe two minutes."

"Sure, two minutes. Great. Got any way to bring that down to one?"

"Maybe. Why?"

"Because I think Jonah managed to fix your little rampaging beast problem."

...Oh, fuck.

The were-creatures would be corruption, transformation, and unlike the turrets, Jonah would be able to purge that and set them back to normal. If that was the case, Sys-Sols that had been converted and any students that had been involved in carnal knowledge would be back in the picture...and now the Sys-Sols would have the human shields.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

"Okay, plan B..."

Forget about getting the thing running properly. Just get the thing running. He took one of the power cells that had been set side, jamming it into place before shoving one of the calibrators under it. A quick tweak of the settings, and the power cell started to burn hot, the chemicals inside raised to a more powerful but far less stable level.

He shoved four more like that into the engine, and then shut off that section. A couple more tweaks along the sides, getting the power cells to connect to the jets -

The powerful hum of the hover-jets coming online told him to get out from under the bus, and he did. As the jets fired, he pressed his hand to the side of his head, calling for the other two.

"Time to get the hell out of here. Meet me around back."

"See you there."

"Certainly, Mal. Just let me finish making this one guy fuck himself."

"NOW!"

"Yes, yes, I'll be right there."

#

Jonah shakes his head at the damaged individuals, both those that he has already purified and those that lay on the ground outside the garage. It is a senseless waste, even though he can bring them back. The stag has already set the Sys-Sols responsible for punishment, telling them to arrest themselves until they can be dealt with. To kill those that were not responsible for their own actions is not the System way. Crypto's, perhaps, but not System, and not his.

He orders the bodies taken away, noting through his binoculars that the door of the garage is closed again. Multiple vehicles are seen through the scans his commanders have sent him. All waiting to come through. It seems a little late for that now; the blockade is more firmly in place than ever.

"When the bodies are out of the way, bring them to me. Then scan all the students leaving. Any who are not mouse, tiger, or snake, allow to leave."

As he sends the orders, he writes down another command in his book. A final purging of illusions, to ensure that nothing sneaks through. He will not have the mouse escape him again. Jonah sighs to himself, looking up as the bodies are brought over. Twelve, but twelve too many.

He walks alongside them, looking at them. None older than twenty-four, most younger. One as young as eighteen. He looks at one, a fox with a hole straight through his neck. He recognizes the hole in the fox's ear. He'd healed this one four weeks ago, when the young man fell from a building site and impaled himself. He'd hoped not to see him again.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," he mutters, shaking his head. He gathers their badges, finding their names for precise healing, and sits down.

Before he can start, an explosion cracks the silence of the grounds. He turns, staring at the flaming hulk of an armored bus shooting across the grounds, knocking over a dozen of his men to the ground before veering towards him and the blockade. Sys-Sols leaped to the side to avoid getting hit, and he is forced to do the same, letting it go careening around him. Hover-cars take to the air in the hole blown through the building, more and more flying out and away before he and his men can recover.

He looks up at them, shaking his head. One of his commands comes over, but Jonah holds up one hand, watching the various vehicles, tracking each one.

"Put out a city-wide alert. Stop all cars in a five mile radius from the school. No, twenty. I want everything stopped, now. He's not getting away again."

"Yes, sir. And you?"

"I have people to heal."

#

"I can't believe that worked. I literally cannot believe that worked."

"Says the guy that I had to fly out of the school. Fuck...who knew that would stick around?"

Rashii groaned as she rubbed her back, right about where her wings had been after her transformation. Malcolm was sorry for it, but at the same time, he was amazed that it had worked out as well as it had. For that matter, he was nursing his own wounds. Several puncture marks were left behind in his shoulder, and he was pretty sure that Taj had been marked in a similar fashion.

It had been a desperate gamble, turning Rashii into a big-boobed harpy with super strong legs for a little while, but it had worked. The blockade had been so focused on the high flying cars and the explosions that they hadn't paid any attention to the low-flying harpy getting them over the school walls. They'd dropped down again after that, changed their species for a while, and had hopped a bus that was heading out of the city.

So far, nothing had stopped them. From what he'd seen on the news coming through his communicator before he ditched it, Lord Jonah had only stopped the cars, not the public transportation. He expected them to be driving something, not riding.

That held long enough for them to get to the airport. Malcolm and his friends hopped off the bus, and ran up to the ticket desk. A bluebird looked down at them, opening his beak.

"Are you already booked, or -"

"New tickets. Three. Unaligned states, anywhere."

"That's...quite a broad destination, sir."

"I know, I don't care. Just pick something for me. Anything."

"And price -"

"Doesn't matter. Now, please, now."

Even in the skin of a fox, Taj looking like a raccoon, and Rashii looking like a somewhat matronly T-rex, he worried about them figuring out who he was. Any of the cameras in the airport could be streaming information back to Jonah, and the stag wouldn't be fooled by the sexy illusions. He'd see right through them, and then the Sys-Sols would be on their asses again.

The bluebird tapped at his screen a few times. He hummed to himself, browsing destinations, and the longer the wait went, the jumpier that Malcolm felt. Finally, the avian nodded.

"I have three tickets for a flight down to the tropics, but -"

"We'll take them."

"They are...a good ten thousand dollars. Each."

"We'll. Take. Them."

He already had his notebook out, writing in it. When it came to this sort of thing, most anything was sexy.

The current exchange of sexual favor for cash is $10,000 for a two second look at my dick. This will be in effect for the next hour.

As soon as he wrote it, the 'fox' pulled down his pants, letting his cock flop out. He waggled his hips back and forth a few times, the bluebird staring at him with his beak wide open, and Malcolm counted out slowly to six before pulling his pants back up.

"I think that's you paid."

"Yes, sir, I believe I am. And with a bonus. Thank you for the extra half-second; it'll cover my break for the next few months."

For the next hour, he thought as the bluebird printed off the tickets. He took them as soon as they were handed over, and passed them out to Taj and Rashii. The three of them nodded, and hurried off.

An hour later, they were on a plane. An hour after that, they were in the air, the radio broadcasts coming through the seatbacks in front of them relating the news that System territory would be sealed off, starting at midnight, until the search for the dangerous terrorist was caught. By that point, Malcolm knew, they would be out of System territory and well into the Unaligned States. They would be safe, at least for a while.

He slumped back in his seat in relief, looking over at Taj on one side, and Rashii on the other. They were both okay, but...he wasn't.

The dead that had come from his stupid mistake earlier loomed up in front of his eyes, and he could almost hear them whispering to him. They were present at the very edge of hearing, pushing at him, nudging at him, reminding him that it was his fault, his fault, his fault. He could have stopped them, could have made it never happen.

He tried to tell himself that Jonah could bring them back, that it was the stag's problem now, but the responsibility for getting them killed wouldn't fade. He'd been the one to march them into the guns. He'd been the one that hadn't stopped them. It was his decision, and he would have to live with it.

The mouse broke down crying, and didn't stop until after they'd landed, even with all the help his friends offered.

I'm...I'm a monster. Just like Jonah, just like Greydrone. I'm a monster.

Yet, he couldn't say that he wished he'd never found the Book. If he'd never seen it, he would still be at home, yes. But would that be better? Would he...would it have been better? The Book had been on its way to Jonah when he found it; would the stag have found a way to destroy it?

And even with all that had happened, the Book was still something that could be used. He just...

He couldn't make a mistake again. He had to be smarter than before. As long as he was smart, as long as he didn't panic again, he could...he could do good.

And he would.

The End