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Part 1

For Taiko

By Draconicon

Novus Ager was having a quiet day. While the superheroes flew their patrols over the city and the gadgeteers monitored the comings and goings of the different villains and high-level mundane people, there was nothing to be overly concerned about. The portals that ran through the city from various masterminds were mostly closed, and the average person seemed happy enough to just enjoy the warm summer day.

However, the word 'average' had never applied to a certain mule.

With a shimmer and a whoosh, a portal opened and closed at the docks of Novus Ager, and a mule stepped out of it. He wore a black cloth over his crotch, barely enough there to keep his balls pulled up and his cock pushed down. A black pair of wrist gauntlets and a pair of black ankle cuffs completed the 'outfit', though he imagined that most people would still be staring more at the blue-red swirls that ran up and down his body than anything else. The patchwork mess of a modern-art style coloration always seemed to grab attention.

Used to people of all sorts coming and going at the port, the mule's arrival drew no attention from the various workers that were unloading the ships at the harbor. Nor looked at them, half-expecting one of them to ask how he got there, but no. They were all more focused on getting their work done, ignoring the strange happenings around them.

Well, it worked out for him.

He reached down to his waist, pulling a tablet-sized device from his belt. It beeped as he brought it up, and he muttered under his breath to himself.

"Always the weirdest plans..."

Starting at a walk and then making his way to a jog, he tapped a few more buttons on the tablet before putting it back down on his belt. Hopefully, the GPS voice would be loud enough to get him where he needed to be.

"Continue forward for three miles, then turn left."

Well, that was easy enough. Nor ran for the first building at the end of the port, and then threw himself upwards. The first jump carried him three stories up, and he grabbed hold of the edge of the building. Throwing himself over the lip of the roof, he kept running, though he slid around a bit more than usual.

Grumbling about his tri-'toed' hooves, he slowed down, backing up from the edge of the building, and then tried again. This time, the speed was there, and he was able to launch himself through the air, flying across the street and into the side of another building. Foot and handholds were there aplenty, and he swung himself upwards via flag-poles, windowsills, and more, launching himself through the air towards the top of the building.

Once he was on the top of the bigger buildings, it was easier to keep moving forward. The tablet beeped at him again.

"Continue forward for -" Beep. "Turn left now."

"What?"

Nor yelped as the building suddenly disappeared from under him, though he didn't actually fall. If anything, he had a single stomach-churning moment where he was one place, and then he was another. On another rooftop, but one that was a good eight stories shorter than the one that he had been on.

Gasping for breath, the mule pressed a hand to his chest, coming to a complete stop. The sudden shock of...that...

Shaking his head, he listened for the beeping of the tablet, waiting for it to finish rerouting him. Eventually, it gave a different beep tone.

"Turn left, then stay straight for half a mile, then turn right."

"...What is wrong with this city?"

Shaking his head, the mule stood upright again, following the GPS. This time, the city stayed the same, though he was leaping along as many blimps as he was buildings for a while. Then the blimps disappeared, and he was forced to keep hopping from low-rise to low-rise, his hooves almost punching through the cheap building materials as he went from one apartment building to another.

At the turn, the city didn't quite rewrite itself, but it did change again. The wide street down below suddenly narrowed, and the flood of cars turned into more of a trickle, traffic rerouted by the size of the street to a road a few blocks away. Nor watched with his eyes wide, half-expecting a car-crash, but there was nothing. Not even a blip on the radar for the people that were driving around.

Shaking his head, he pulled the tablet off his belt again, tapping the screen a few times. His route towards the residences near the industrial part of the city was still intact, but the loss of power was spreading through the area.

That was strange in and of itself, from everything that he understood. For all that Novus Ager was an unpredictable city - and he was rapidly being reminded of just how unpredictable it could be - it was able to hold itself together, to maintain itself against all this shifting space. Power lines, sewer lines, and more were constantly shifting to keep up with where they were supposed to be, everything changing to accommodate the different placements of buildings and streets and more.

Yet, this place was losing power at a dramatic level, to the point where the people had filed a number of complaints against the city. Nor had a keen interest in the weird, and this was weird even for this city.

Here's hoping that there's something worth it out there...

He put the tablet back, and continued his parkour trip across the city.

#

Eventually, he came to a full stop in the run-down apartments just outside the industrial sector. The mule grunted as he slammed down on top of an out-of-business cornerstore, looking around to see what had happened to the city.

It was something of a dump, he had to admit. It was almost like it was being steadily disconnected from the city at large, some of the strange near-magic that ran the rest of Novus Ager missing here. There was still a trickle of it, enough to keep the place running, but it was as if something had been pulled from it, something crucial.

The buildings were no longer so well-kept, and he could see that most of them were running on low power. Lightbulbs flickered in the windows around him, the apartment doors were not in the best of shape, and he could see one that had been blasted in from outside. There were paw-prints here and there from muggers, and it was like the whole place was slowly getting more and more broken down.

Whatever was happening here was not good for this neighborhood, and Nor couldn't help but feel that it wasn't good for the city, either. It was more than just power being cut out here; there was something else that was slipping.

He opened himself up a little bit, his android parts reaching out for the ever-present wi-fi and data networks that ran through the city. He expected to find something, though he imagined that it would be weaker than most signals. Data towers and cell phones and everything else meant that there was always a connection of some sort, even if you needed a booster to get much speed from it.

Except for right here.

Nor blinked, pulling his tablet out again. He tapped the screen, seeing if it was just him, but no. The tablet wasn't able to connect to any networks, either, yet...

Yet, there were networks to be seen. It was just that nothing could connect to them. They existed, but there was something that blocked -

Flicker.

There was something in the neighborhood, something that was moving fast. Nor twisted to see if he could see it, but it was already gone, already rushing into an alley and hiding away. The mule debated chasing after it, but dismissed it as an idea. He had other things to investigate, anyway.

No power, a feeling of disconnection, and now a presence of networks, but no ability to connect to them...

And considering where his tablet came from, that was a big thing. It was capable of punching holes through the best network defenses out there, so if it couldn't connect to something as simple as a cell phone tower out here, that meant that there was something big working to keep him disconnected.

He didn't like that. He didn't like that at all.

As Nor walked to the edge of the building, holding up the tablet and making it scan for any signal projectors, he heard movement behind him. Swift, near-silent movement. He froze, his eyes widening.

No, no. There's no way that there's anything like that here. They're gone. They're all gone.

Or, at least...they had been. Where he came from.

"There you are!"

A new voice, one that he had no memory of, but which obviously recognized him. The mule started to turn, only to get body-slammed from behind, shoved to the top of the building and pinned. He grunted as the air was knocked right out of him, his head shoved down and his ass pulled up. Surprised at the sheer strength of his attacker, Nor looked over his shoulder.

Oh, FUCK.

It was a Luntist, the counterpart to the Plicant android parts that had fused with him so long ago. They were the manipulators, the supposed 'servant' class of the android species, though they'd never been any such thing to him. They had waged war, trying to get the Plicant part of him back, against the other Plicants out there. He'd fought them off, chased them away, and now there was one here?!

Admittedly, this one had a more solid form than the others, wearing the skin of a near-invisible, transparent shark, but it was still a Luntist. There was no ignoring the little tendrils and wires that came off the stranger, nor any way of looking at him as anything less than the great alien creature that he was.

The fact that the Luntist had a hard-on - or rather, a pair of hard-ons - for him didn't make it better.

"I've been going crazy out here," the shark Luntist said. "Do you know how hard it is to get off when the internet's down?"

"I don't know what you expect me to do about that."

"Don't worry. You'll get some free credits on the site. Hell, I'll give you a chance to have another starring video."

"What -"

"Just hold still, huh? Need to make a few adjustments."

Nor's eyes went wide as he saw the tentacles coming for his neck and his ass at the same time, little wires that sparked and flickered with the data the Luntist planned on injecting into him. He rolled, swinging one leg out to try and trip the shark up -

"Nnnnngh!"

Only to wind up clanging his hoof off of the big guy with a clang that would have been better suited to a hammer striking a bell. He rolled on his side, hugging his leg with a wince.

How in the hell...

He had fought Luntists before. He knew how they worked, he understood how they operated, and more to the point, he knew how weak their bodies were. They could take forever to be fully eliminated, but their bodies in general were squishy, easy to break and snap with the appropriate amount of force.

That had been like kicking a steel girder, and not a small one, at that. The echoes of the impact still rang through his bones, even though his android side was working hard to repair it.

The Luntist looked absolutely stunned, the shark cocking his head to the side.

"What the heck? I am not playing out a non-consensual scene, thank you very much." The shark blinked, then held up a finger. "Note to self, purge the sassy speak and stop watching 'yasss queen' style porn for a while."

"What in the - mmph - world are you talking about?" Nor muttered, wiggling himself back to his hooves. "What the hell do you want?"

"Just to get off."

"You - why with me?"

"Why not? You're Nor; you're easy; you're here."

"..."

The mule's mouth worked soundlessly, trying to find a way around that. There had to be some sort of argument against that, but if one existed, he was not thinking of it.

And he was not paying enough attention to the various strings and strands and tendrils and wires that were coming off of the shark, either. Two of them lunged for him, and while he was able to grab one, the other managed to sneak around to the back of his neck, jabbing in just under where his back and neck met, right into the base of his skull.

It was painless, of course. The Luntists had been made to interface with him and his android species since the beginning of their existence, and that meant that he was helpless to just throw the Luntist off the way that he might have done with another opponent. He gritted his teeth, trying to resist the data-flow and data-probes diving into his core, but it was too late. They were already there.

_ Uninstalling Disguise.exe. _

"Nnngh!"

Without warning, Nor fell to his knees, and as he hit the ground, his body began to change. The blue-red swirls began to fade, coming together into a purple that ran from the top of his head down to his changing hooves. Blue and red striped hooves began to fade into proper feet, purple soles that were large and long to support a big mule such as himself.

His costume fell apart, the wrist gauntlets and ankle bands disappearing like so much data on the wind. His crotch coverings disappeared, too, a long cock flopping down over balls that had been constrained for too long, both of them throbbing slightly as the data poured down the link between him and the Luntist.

Get...out...of...my...

Nor struggled to fight it off, but the information came too fast and too hard for him to actually do anything about. The programs going in were uninstalling his various protections, the programs that he had put into place to keep him looking like the Nor from this universe. Now -

"I don't think you normally look like that..."

The Luntist shark - Toroid, he realized, a name that came down the pipeline with everything else - looked at him with his head cocked to the side. Nor groaned; this one had to know the Nor from this universe, had to realize that this was an infiltration mission now. He tried to move his arm, failed. He tried to move his leg, failed.

...What are you...

_ Installing RestraintCtrl.exe. _

Nor's arms dropped to his sides, then pulled around his back, the hexagon shapes that were just now starting to take form around his chest and limbs suddenly running down his arms. They formed at his wrists, and as his hands pressed against each other, they clicked almost like they had turned physical, becoming chains and manacles to hold his arms together. His ankles were likewise restrained, the clicking feeling of the hexagon shapes making him feel more than slightly nervous.

He fell over onto his side, restrained almost like a prisoner from a cop drama. He kicked his legs, only for the shark to grab him by the ankles, holding his feet in the air.

"Well, now, I know that Nor doesn't have these."

"I am Nor!"

"Yeah, maybe an off-brand one," Toroid said. "I guess you have the muscles and everything, and the cute ass..."

What in the ever-living hell has my knock-off been doing out here? This is not how our lives are supposed to work.

"But you aren't the same guy that taught me how sex works. And you sure aren't as high-quality as him. I prefer the prime model, thank you very much."

"Prime?!"

Oh, that was just getting to be too much. The Nor from this world might have come out on top in their little competition last time, but that did not mean that the blue-and-red slut was anywhere near the prime model. That one wasn't the top model; he was.

He lived as the Inquisitor of his world. He was at the top of Novus Ager, enforcing the law and order of his world with the help of a great many other heroes. He had managed to help subdue one of the greatest threats to the world by getting into a relationship with it. He had managed to fight off the Luntists the one time that they had made an invasion and made sure that they would never come back again.

And he was being compared - unfavorably, he might add - to a slut that just got by on good luck?

_ Initiate Good-Times-Protocol.exe. _

"Wait, what - what are you doing?" Nor gasped as his cock suddenly started twitching, rising on its own. "What are you doing to me?"

"Well, you're still Nor and you're still here. All we have to do is make you a bit 'easier'. Here. Take some of the downloadable content from the site."

Nor tried to put up a firewall, but it was too late. The content was already downloaded, and without warning, dozens of pornographic files were exploding in his core, flooding into his mind. Kinks aplenty were bursting into his brain, from triple penetration to creampies to rimming to master-slave to foot fetish stuff, and all of them were being run simultaneously to different parts of his brain.

He could feel the program dragging out his kinks, his desires, his own tastes for things, and in the space of an instant, he realized that the Luntist had all the information that he needed to tease and dominate him.

Just like that, the visions in his head faded away, leaving nothing but the arousal that this Toroid had infested him with. He groaned under his breath, huffing, puffing, his cock throbbing up over his chest.

This is not how this is supposed to go, he thought. I'm supposed to interrogate them. I'M supposed to be doing the fucking.

"Well, I have to admit, the feet are a different touch. Not quite as interesting as the hooves, but I have been thinking about how to introduce some new feet to the site; let's start with those big stompers of yours."

"Those - mmph!"

Flat on his back the way he was, Nor had no way of fighting back as the shark-like Luntist pulled his feet up in the air. He'd already had it proven that he couldn't kick the alien away, but he tried anyway, jamming his feet into the shark's face.

All he did was slide them over the alien's mouth, and right over his extended tongue. The feeling of it on his soles, licking the soft flesh, passing over the arch and up to the toes left him groaning in embarrassment. Memories of his boyfriend doing the same thing, nuzzling them and licking them, sent a thrill through his cock, making it twitch again, throbbing up for a moment before flopping back down.

"Ah, you like that, huh? Oh, that'll be great...Let's see how much we can get that dick twitching."

"You a-aaaaasshole!"

Nor groaned, curling his toes as the shark dragged his tongue slowly and deliberately across his soles. It was just as warm and gentle as the way that Lil did it, and he bit his tongue to keep from moaning any louder than he already had.

It was a problem, a serious problem. His cock was already hard as it could get, and it was taking everything that he had not to moan. The fact that it twitched, throbbing to the timing of the gentle licks along the undersides of his feet, didn't make it any better.

He knew that the Luntist had to be recording this, keeping a record of his embarrassment and arousal. The site that the shark had mentioned must have been a porn site, something to show off people getting -

"Ah...ah..."

Nor's cheeks burned red beneath the purple, his embarrassment growing the longer that his soles were getting licked. Not quite willingly, he pushed his feet forward, almost like he was presenting them.

"Yes, that's a good little 'Nor,'" Toroid said, chuckling. "Good to see the off-brand doesn't have the same security..."

That didn't help at all. Not only was the Luntist having far too much fun hacking his core and installing these programs - temporary or not - but he was saying that other Nor was better? No, that wasn't possible. Not in the slightest. He was the top model. If he just had the chance to use his -

"Now, let's make you look a bit more like a bottom," Toroid said. "You'll want some more junk in the trunk for that..."

The connection between the two of them was everything that Nor had feared, and then some. Not only was his body responding to the Luntist's command for him to expand down there - and he was expanding far more than he would have liked - but he was...enjoying it. The 'Good Times Protocol,' he realized, had been for more than just getting him ready for some naughty times.

He groaned as he felt the muscles in his ass cheeks puffing out, getting thicker. The muscle kept them taut, bubbly, but it didn't help when he felt something else pressing between them.

Two somethings, for that matter. He opened his mouth to protest, but once more that shark tongue flicked over his soles. Nor groaned, biting his lips, and - oh gods, his cheeks clapped together. His ass cheeks actually clapped together from the combination of the pleasure and their new size.

"Yes, that's just about perfect. Just a little bigger to make sure that you can fit my double dicks. Heh, what am I saying? The real Nor can take them easily, so even the off-brand should be able to take both without a sweat."

This...is not...how it's supposed...to go!

He wanted to scream in pure frustration, even as he was rolled over, put on all fours so that his ass was up in the air. Something flitted upwards, and he realized that it was some sort of drone. A cheap one, probably bought from the local electronic shop. It even had a camera that hung from it.

Great. Just...great...

Nor wanted nothing more than to teach the Luntist a lesson, but even he knew that there was no getting out of this. The pair of dicks sliding up and down between his ass cheeks, combined with the constant control that Toroid had over him, meant that this was going to happen whether he was in for it or not.

And then -

"Now, let's just turn up sensitivity a little bit..."

What the hell are you - OH GOD!

Nor moaned, his eyes going wide as he felt the twin cock tips brush against his hole, his breath coming hard and fast, his wet toes curling hard as he felt them almost sliding in. Just the light brush of them back there was almost as good as feeling Lil's tongue on his toes, or feeling the Dane's cock brushing against his, or feeling Lil -

Another brush, another near thrust, and he just about buried his long face into the cheap roof of the cornerstore. Whatever Toroid had done this time, his hole felt more sensitive than any other part of his body, even his dick.

"Oh, yeah. That's it. Moan for the camera. The fans are going to loooove this." The sing-song nature of that word seemed to even bother the shark, who blinked and shook his head. "I'm going to have to remember to edit that out...let's just..."

"Yeah, just..." Even Nor groaned. "Just get it over with."

"You know, you could show some more enthusiasm."

"Just shove 'em in and get this - AH!"

The shark shoved them in, alright, and somehow, he just took it. He was not exactly an anal virgin, but by all that was just, he was still inexperienced back there. Yet, the two dicks went in with ease. Probably thanks to the Good Times Protocol, but still!

That first thrust just about took the wind out of him, and he could feel the Luntist inside of him, not just in his ass, but down in his computer core, too. He was getting modified, his asshole getting looser, his cock getting stiffer, more erect. He could feel it crawling along his belly, up his chest, resting between his pecs and aiming up against his chin like some sort of fleshy cannon. Every throb through it made it slap wetly against his chest, and he groaned again and again as it squirted pre and slapped against his chin.

Then, there was the pleasure of the two cocks in his ass. Each thrust opened him up, stretching him with just the right amount of burn to remind him of their size, but not so much to actually hurt. He could feel them slapping against his prostate, making his cock jerk even more than the rest of the programming did.

Three thrusts, four, five, and he already felt like he was on the verge of cumming. This was impossible!

"What's that? Pleasure levels rising? Come on...be a good little Plicant and cum for me...let me feel you cum...It'll make it feel even better when I do..."

Nor wanted to hold out, but this was so new to him, so impossibly strange. He'd never been hacked like this before, never pushed to his limits so fast and so hard. And so, he did the only thing he could.

He held out. He waited. He clenched down to try and slow it down, tried to wiggle his arm out from behind him to grip his cock to slow down the pleasure, but it was no use. Toroid had him pinned, had him controlled.

And Toroid...wanted him to cum.

A spark surged down through his core, rising up from his ass, up his spine, through his middle, and right into his head. Nor gasped, arching his back, his eyes wide as his cock jerked. It let loose one last blast of pre-cum, then -

"AH!"

Nor screamed at the top of his lungs, cumming hard, his load bursting free and soaking the rooftop. His purple skin turned white where the seed landed, and he groaned as he was blasted with it again and again and again, each shot hotter than the last. His cock was bursting with pleasure data, and so was his ass, flooding the Plicant centers of his brain and overwhelming their ability to process it all.

And that, of course, pushed the shark over the edge. Both dicks suddenly went still, and Toroid moaned as he came. The heat of seed flooding his ass was all that Nor felt before his brain started locking up, the sensations overwhelming him from the bottom.

Slowly, everything went black.

Nor eventually rebooted with a grunt, feeling the very unpleasant sensation of something smeared across his chest. Knowing that it was going to be something at least embarrassing, if not outright gross, he looked down at his chest.

There, amidst the purple fur across his muscles, were the remnants of at least a dozen cumshots. They'd hardened, alright, but not just in ropes across him. No, they were rearranged, probably by the damn Luntist. He didn't have a mirror, but he could just about read what it said on him.

Looking for a Good Time? Try your Luck With Patented Mule Bottom! Now Only $9.95 Monthly on -

He was a walking advertisement. Lovely.

Groaning, he sat up and focused on the marks on his chest. Since it was all part of him, he could rearrange it, and he did. It slipped off of him, turning back to liquid, and then dripped off until he was no longer quite as much of a mess. He still smelled exactly like sex, but there was no getting around that.

He started to get to his feet, then felt something stiff between his ass cheeks. He hesitantly reached around, plucking something short, narrow, and inflexible from just under his tail.

It was a business card, one for a porn website. It took everything that Nor had not to rip it apart right then and there. Instead, he took a deep breath, reminded himself to be professional, and slowly tucked the business card into the gap between his tablet and its cover. Thankfully that had survived this whole damn encounter.

The mule walked to the edge of the building, his disguise as the blue and red Nor finally reasserting itself as the last of the Luntist's programs were wiped from his system. For all that he was used to being rather exposed, there was a serious difference between being exposed and going au naturel. He shook his head as he wiggled his butt against the edge of the building, looking at this chunk of the city again.

The more that he studied it, the more that he was sure that this detached feeling to the neighborhood was more than coincidence. It almost felt intentional, like someone had locked this part of the city down to a certain type of individual. And considering that it was blocking off electronics and data transmission, that had to be focused on electronics-based lifeforms, like the Luntists or other highly advanced styles of life.

Why would someone want to do that...

Well, obviously because it would be a disruption to more than just daily life. It would -

POP!

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

Nor screamed as he fell from several hundred feet up. He thrashed about, trying to spin himself towards the skyscraper that had appeared behind him, but no. There was no way in hell he was going to catch one of the flags this time. He was -

A monorail appeared, again, popping into existence, as did a building that had gargoyles along the side. Making a split second decision, Nor grabbed for one.

The gargoyle's head came off, but it provided just enough of a swing for him to stop his fall, throwing himself onto the passing train, instead. The mule groaned, slumping down onto the top of the train. That last shift of reality really left him nauseated in a way that none of the other ones had, almost like it was different from the more natural shifts that happened throughout the city. Not only that, he'd been puzzling through something about the weirdness of that run-down part of Novus Ager, and...

And he'd been thinking of something, hadn't he? Something that...

Nor sat up slowly, staring into the distance as the train carried him and his upset stomach along.

He couldn't remember. And that was concerning. Very, very concerning.

The End