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The Porn Note

Chapter 9: Supporting Themselves

By Draconicon

It took three nights for Malcolm to get the Book back, three nights in which he was passed around between at least thirty different rooms. He got to experience the joys of sex in just about every position that one could imagine, including a few that weren't physically possible and he swore that the book bent him around to make happen. For example, he'd never thought that he'd have a pussy, let alone taste it by bending down, but that happened. Along with getting a chance to lick the cock fucking 'his' own ass...

Rashii and Taj had been back to normal for days, their room shifted to the highest level suite that the Grand Reef hotel had, but there was just one problem.

"What do you mean, you didn't get paid?"

Malcolm was still washing the taste of cum out of his mouth, sticking his head under the sink to get it all the way into the back of his throat. He gargled, spat, and did it again.

"I mean, you passed me around at least a hundred different dicks and twenty different ladies, and nobody stuck any money, anywhere."

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Rashii, my ass is gaping wide enough for a bowling ball to fall out. Trust me, if they stuck it anywhere, ANYWHERE, you'd be able to see it."

"...Perhaps it had something to do with them merely perceiving you as a whore, rather than having you be one."

He tuned out of their little conversation, too busy clearing out his mouth. He had swallowed enough cum and rimmed enough holes to have a taste of it from here to eternity, but the mouse would be thankful not to have it quite so present at the moment. After nearly scouring his mouth to redness, he walked over to the Book and pulled it off the bed. A couple of statements - such as making himself sexily tight, making his body smell of nice pheromones rather than seed, and giving himself a little shower to be properly clean - left him feeling much better, although still not great.

Flicking through the pages, he noticed what Taj was saying. Every single write-up just mentioned the sex, not the actual payment. The three days of 'work' that he'd put in had ended up being completely charitable.

"Well...we have a bit of a problem, then."

"I am not sure we do. Why not do the same little trick that you did to get us tickets out here?"

"Because I don't think that it would work twice, Taj. Even if I was marked down as paid, we kinda got first class tickets 'sold' to us without giving any money. That's not going to be cheap, and someone's eventually going to see a few thousand dollars discrepancy there. How long until someone notices that they've got the top suite booked, but nobody is actually putting any money in for it?"

The tiger and snake looked at each other, and he realized that neither of them had thought about it. Then again, considering that they had a suite overlooking a tropical beach, he would have been surprised if they were thinking that far ahead. He'd been far enough into the whore mindset that he'd been able to think of sex and the days ahead without much difficulty, and hadn't noticed any drop in quality.

He snapped the book shut, sitting down as he tried to think. The mouse's tail twitched back and forth, and so did his ears as his friends muttered to one another. Rashii in her annoyed way, talking about she should have figured something like that, and Taj talking philosophically about the implications of the book's power, that there were these blind spots with it. He could only deal with it for so long without getting annoyed and distracted.

Picking up the book, he got dressed and walked out the door. His friends paused, and Rashii whipped around the corner, grabbing him by the tail.

"Where are you going?"

"Down to the beach."

"And what if someone comes after you, hmm?"

He held up the book, but it didn't dissuade her. The snake reached behind her, pulling out a small pistol and handing it over. Malcolm blinked, staring at it before looking back at her.

"How did you even..."

"They don't just teach you how to fire these things, you know."

"Still, I...you know what, not asking. Better not to know."

"Indeed. Are you going to be okay down there?"

"I just need some time to think without hearing you guys talking in the background."

"Alright. Just...stay where I can see you, okay? The balcony's got a good view for a sniper nest, but it doesn't cover everything."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He clumsily tucked the pistol into his front pocket, and then wrote something about looking like some sexy gunslinger into the book. It would be clumsy, but at least it'd keep people from getting worried about him walking around with a weapon. Perhaps it'd even get people to let him keep the sexy, silent type going on.

The hotel was close enough to the beach that he just had to walk out the back entrance and he was walking through the sand. His shoes were pretty bad for it - jogging shoes were pitiful for the sand - but he didn't want to stop and change them. Instead, he walked towards the far side of the beach, found an isolated set of sand dunes, and turned to watch the waves go by. People darted here and there in front of him, and he smiled slightly as he saw the many smiles that people shared with each other. Partners, families, dating couples, everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Pity that's not us right now.

He sighed as he leaned back, taking a couple of deep breaths before opening his eyes again, staring into the heavens. The blue sky didn't have any answers for him, and he doubted that the book would let him seduce the sky for answers. He chuckled. Might be worth a try if all else failed.

But for now, what was he going to do? So far, they'd gotten away with having people not notice that they were losing thousands of dollars a day on people living in the suite without paying for it, but that wouldn't last forever. Even with his best work, he doubted it would keep them invisible, and once someone connected the flight with the people that were living free in a hotel...well, their freedom would run out.

Hoping for a little inspiration, he picked up the Book again and looked over the crowd. There were a great deal of people around, and it seemed as good a time as any to test out just how much the crowd would accept with sex and transformations happening in their midst.

Casting his eyes around, he found a fox that was getting teased by a bunch of wolves. The pack of canines constantly circled him, tossing some basket back and forth and keeping him from getting it back. The big guys were all at least twice his weight in muscle, and the fox couldn't leap high enough to get his food back from them. They were all in speedos, the little guy was in a pair of swim trunks, scrawny compared to the bigger males.

Let's see if we can fix that.

He smiled as he wrote a few little notes in the Book. The changes started almost immediately, as the fox started to swell upwards, born aloft by his spine creaking outwards a few more inches, and his legs getting longer to compensate. It put him at a height with the other wolves around him, and then a bit more to put him above them.

Gotta love a reversal, Malcolm thought as he kept writing. The wolves were getting flatter, smaller in the front, no longer so big and bulgy in the ways that they had been. They were less confident, more worried, while the greater aggression and dominance that he'd written in for the fox was showing more and more on that sly, cunning face. He leaned back, putting the book to his side as the fox moved in closer to one of the wolves, stroking a claw along the canine's face and whispering to him.

Of course, Malcolm couldn't hear what the fox was whispering, but he knew what he'd written.

You've got a pretty mouth, boy. How about you put it to use while I enjoy my food?

The response, of course, was pretty predictable...for porn. The wolf shivered, getting down to his knees and pulling the fox's swim trunks down for all to see. Revealed, of course, was the fox's boosted sheath, already swollen and heavy with a good bit of the missing length from the other guys given to him. Malcolm chuckled, leaning back and fondling himself slightly at the show. The mouse groaned softly at the show that was starting, and wondered just how far the fox's aggression would go before it was sated. Already, the pack was bending to the once-smaller male's will, another wolf sliding behind the fox and shoving his tongue under that bushy tail. It wouldn't take much for -

"Hoooooly cow."

His eyes went wide at the sound of actual surprise, whipping his head around to see a green lizard with a slight yellowed underbelly behind him. The lizard was staring out at the scene, though nobody else was. How -

The mouse glanced down, and immediately facepalmed. The lizard was barefoot, and standing right on the cover of the book.

I should have kept holding it...I should have kept holding it...

"How...that...Oh, god that is sexy."

Well, at least he's not freaking out. That's something.

"If you don't mind, could you move?"

"Huh?"

Malcolm gestured at the notebook, and immediately the lizard stepped back, taking his foot off of it. The mouse was about to write into the book again, ready to send the lizard on his way and forget what he'd just seen, but stopped himself.

What if...what if he could figure something out now?

Malcolm looked back up at the lizard, smiling slightly.

"You like what you see, then?"

"Oh yeah. That's pretty hot. I mean, their feet could be bigger, and their butts, too, but I think that they look pretty hot just doing it in public. I don't get how no one else sees it, though."

"Well, that's kind of down to something...special."

The mouse stood up. It was a bit of a gamble doing this, but if it paid off, it would pay off big. He flicked the notebook open again, turning to a fresh page with nothing in it, just to make sure his earlier stuff wasn't noticed. Getting the lizard's attention back on him, he nodded towards the crowd.

"Alright, tell me. What do you think should be improved?"

"You're asking me? Why?"

"Just...let me prove a point. Pick someone you like."

"Um..."

The lizard looked around for a few seconds, then gestured towards an elephant in a pair of swim trunks on the far side of the beach, just barely in sight. Malcolm actually had to lean in and take a good look to make sure that he was looking at the right person, but once he had a good view, he nodded.

"What do you like about him?"

"He's an elephant. What's not to like?"

"I mean, what would you like more of? What sort of things are you thinking?"

The lizard looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he groaned.

"Just...indulge me. Please."

"Well, I do love their feet. Big and sweaty, kind of musky. I'd love to have them in my face. For that matter, I think I'd love to have that smell on me, too. Mmmmm, foot musk..."

Ignoring the way that the lizard's eyes just about turned to little hearts as he thought about foot musk, Malcolm started writing in the Book. Thankfully, there was enough there that he found sexy for him to work with, and after getting a couple of sentences in, the elephant in the distance stood up and started walking towards them.

While the lizard was still waxing eloquent on his love of feet, the elephant was getting closer and closer. Malcolm tapped the reptile on the shoulder with the book, snapping him out of his almost self-induced trance, and pointed towards the approaching pachyderm. The lizard looked out, and then blushed, staring at the towering man that was making his way towards them.

The big guy was seriously, seriously big, with a set of shoulders wide enough that Malcolm would have bet money on the guy having to walk sideways through the doorways of the hotel. His arms were thick and beefy, and his chest was flat rather than shelved with muscle. His abs were decently toned, too, just enough to keep one wanting to touch them rather than look away.

But he was aware that he was staring down at the elephant's bulge, and he had to admit that the lizard would be getting quite the blessing tonight. The elephant's cock was big enough to almost be spilling out of his swim trunks already, no augmentation needed. The bulge actually jostled around as he walked, too.

Tapping the gaping lizard on the shoulder, he whispered.

"Do you have a name, by the way?"

"Nataraj...holy..."

"You are going to be one busy lizard tonight."

"How?"

"Let's just say I have my ways."

...God, it sounds corny when you say that out loud.

Nataraj shook his head, looking back at the elephant. He could probably have hung a hat off of the lizard's bulge, but he didn't say anything, not until his new friend started talking again.

"Can...can you make him...bigger?"

"You think I can do that?"

"He's a stranger, he's coming over here without stopping, he's knocking people over with his big body and stepping on people with those big feet, and nobody's complaining or noticing except you and me. I think I can trust you to make him just about anything."

Heh, quick lizard, even if he can't think about anything but feet and cock and ass.

But the whole point was to make sure that this worked. So, he went along with it. It was hard to imagine feet as being that sexy, but if he kept the image of footjobs in his head, he could just about manage it. He watched as the elephant's large soles spread out wider, getting bigger, longer, and heavier with each step that the big guy took. Large gray feet were soon swollen out past the size of dinner plates, with a length that would have covered a feral horse's cock.

Malcolm had an easier time with the pachyderm's package, making it extend further out from where it lay. The head soon poked out through the bottom of the swim shorts the big guy had, and knocked lightly against his knees. It was just enough to show off a lot of dick to the crowd, and he could see that it was going to be quite a ride for the little lizard.

At the lizard's whispered insistence, he even grew the elephant's ass out a little ways. A couple sentences had the swim trunks bulging around the back, and then ripping to pieces as the expansion continued, leaving the elephant naked as the day he was born, and with an ass so big, bouncy, and wide that there would be no chance of getting through any of the doors in the hotel without damaging the walls.

Finally, the great gray giant came to a halt in front of them, smiling down at the lizard. No sooner had Nataraj smiled back than the elephant reached down, picked him up, and started carrying him away while the lizard was slung over his shoulder. Malcolm chuckled, shaking his head as the lizard wiggled happily, and reached down to the Book to make one more entry.

When it comes to cocks, Nataraj has a hollow inside that cannot be damaged by any insertion...

That done, he stood up from the beach and started making his way back to the hotel. If nothing else, he would figure out if someone could be trusted with the secret of the book. If it went bad, he could make the lizard forget anything had happened on his next orgasm. If it worked well...

Then, perhaps, he had a way of making some real money at this resort.

#

He waited in the lobby for about three hours before a naked, stumbling lizard dragged himself in. Nataraj wasn't noticed by anyone, mostly due to the fact that Malcolm had written down that the lizard would be invisible to everyone but him while he was naked, and made his way over with cum drooling out his ass and soaking into the bottoms of his feet. His new friend leaned forward, panting as he gripped the edge of the wicker chair with his claws. Malcolm forced a smile.

"Did you have a good time?"

"More."

"Pardon me?"

"You...heard...me. More."

"I don't think I understand."

He did, though. He knew exactly what the lizard was wanting, because he had hoped to do this very thing. If someone could have their exact fantasies lived out without any harm to anybody, how hard would it be to resist making it happen? How long would it take before they started giving something to make it occur?

Not that I think the lizard could do much, but someone like this would be pretty well connected with the other, bigger perverts of the resort. I imagine he'd know at least a few people that would want to play with someone like this.

He kept his smile on his face as the lizard leaned in, almost snout to nose with him.

"I need more of that. That...that was the most awesome sex of my life. I've never...those feet...and that cock...and that ass...I...I..."

The lizard was nearly incoherent, but since he was saying exactly what Malcolm was hoping he'd say, he felt that they were in good stead. He closed the notebook, putting it under his hands and keeping a firm grip on it.

"I think that we might be able to help each other out."

"Anything. I need more feet, and more...more."

"Don't worry, don't worry, you'll get that. But what I need from you is something in return."

"I have $3k in my room right now if you can give me a harem of that for the week."

"...Not what I had in mind, but not...not what I meant."

The mouse shook his head as the lizard had been able to run off and get it. Not that the money wouldn't have helped, but he didn't want to rob the poor guy. Three thousand dollars wasn't small change, and the lizard didn't look like someone that was out on a company budget and could afford to lose that sort of money. He looked like someone that had saved and scrimped and worked their ass off to get somewhere like this. He wasn't going to take that away.

Instead, he patted the chair beside him, and the lizard sat down, immediately oozing a little more cum. His soaked feet were making patterns in the carpet as well, some of which were drawing attention.

Probably looks like the invisible man walking through here, he thought, shaking his head. No, back on topic.

"Someone like you...I imagine you know a lot of the perverts around here."

"Are you calling me one?"

"Aren't you?"

"Well, yes, but the word's kind of rude."

He chuckled, shaking his head a few times.

"But you know some?"

"Yes, I suppose I do. There are a lot of online friends of mine that tend to go to places like this. I think there was a group that was planning a meetup in the weekend coming up."

A meeting of perverts. If they were even halfway as needy as Nataraj seemed to be, he could strike the motherload with that, but better to be careful. And he needed something in the days leading up to that, too, as the weekend was several days off, and they needed something to pay off the last few days.

"Do you know anybody here, now, that might be willing to pay for a deal like this?"

"Well...I know a rather rich otter that might be interested."

"That's one. Do you have any others?"

"Well...there was this couple that might have some ideas, as well. Not sure how much they have to spend, but I think that they could earn you a fair bit, from what I heard they do back home."

"Earn me?"

"Well, you're talking about making a lot of money through sex, aren't you? Doesn't that make you a pimp?"

"Only if I keep whores under me."

On the one hand, Malcolm could hardly believe that he was discussing this like an actual thing right now. It was so far beyond normal reality that it seemed like he should be trying to wake up from a dream rather than talking about it like it was something serious. On the other hand, there was the need to pay for the room, and not get themselves found out. And for that...well, he'd have to do something.

He reached for a notepad on one of the lobby tables, scribbling a number on it before passing it over to the lizard.

"This is the number for my room. If you have someone that wants to have some action, have them call me. Make sure that they can pay, though."

"Do I get a cut?"

"...You probably should, I guess."

"Can I be paid in feet?"

"...Yeah, why not?"

#

A couple of days later, the three of them were sitting pretty. The number of people willing to fork over hundreds, even thousands of dollars worth of cash to get their fantasies to come to life was mind-boggling. Malcolm had spent over six hours a day for the last three days making it happen, writing out all sorts of things to bring the fantasies of rich older people to life, and then watching it happen on the resort below.

Despite everyone being completely unaware of everyone else around them, it was one hell of a show. He could make out one dolphin girl getting 'raped' by the tentacles of four different octopi. On the sand dunes, a trio of girls had been converted into a makeshift harem for an older donkey, sucking on his balls and his cock at the same time. In the shade by the little estuary coming down to meet the ocean, an orca woman had three sharks under her, serving her like little bitches.

Each and every one had been something that he'd put together for them, and even though the minimum payment was about $300 for the fantasy, they'd received so many that he doubted that they'd be running out anytime soon.

The mouse slumped back from the writing desk, shaking his head. Rashii was out getting a few drinks, Taj was carrying the money down to the front desk, and he -

"Pardon, sir, you seem dehydrated and overheated. Would you like me to turn on the air conditioning?"

"Thank you, AMI. Yes, please."

And he was still in the room with an AI that still seemed too attuned to the world around her to be entirely an AI. Still, it was nice to have his vitals observed, and having the room temperature drop immediately was a breath of fresh air in the best of ways. He rubbed his forehead a couple of times, getting up from the desk and flopping over onto the bed.

He didn't get up when the door opened, nor did he say anything when Taj walked over and sat on the bed beside him. However, when he felt the tiger's tongue flicking over his bare ass, he jumped.

"GAH! What the -"

"Ah, ah. This is something for you, now."

The mouse was pinned beneath the tiger's stronger paws, kept down as his ass cheeks were spread and that strange, rough tongue worked its way up towards his pucker. His eyes rolled back slightly as he blushed, realizing that Taj was not going to take no as an answer this time. That, unlike all those other times when the tiger called him while naked, or showed off in the locker room, he wasn't going to get away.

"What...why..."

"Does a friend need a reason to give pleasure to another?"

"Mmmph! They do...when they're licking around my butt!"

"You've been working hard. Now, it's time for you to relax...I want to make sure that you finally get to enjoy what you've been writing for everyone else."

The tiger's firm hands kept him pinned, and as that tongue started working its way further up his ass, he started not to care so much. Maybe...maybe he could just go with it and enjoy it?

#

Rashii smirked to herself from outside the door, looking down at her watch as the timer counted down. By now, the pair of them should have moved on from rimming to anal, with Taj giving that little mouse exactly what he needed.

Glad I didn't make a fool of myself there. Delayed commands work after all, she thought before she finally opened the door.

There, right on the bed, were her two best friends going at it like beasts. Rashii smiled to herself as she watched through the slight crack in the door, enjoying the view as the tiger hammered that rounded mousy butt with all the ferocity of a real predator. Taj was good at that, she knew from experience, and it looked like Malcolm was finally getting something that he needed.

She walked in, keeping quiet. With what she wrote, the pair of them would be busy for a while, and she liked having a show as she set up a defensible nest. After all, they might be living well on money now, but more people knew where they were. Until they could find a way to make money and not give away their position, she needed to make sure that she had her own traps and preparations in place.

A good place for the sniper rifle here, a hiding spot for the stands there. A couple of mines placed for easy access by the door...God, I have a lot of work to do.

The End