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A Colorful Month

Part 10

For Taiko

By Draconicon

The story was a simple one, but Choin told it with everything that he felt about it. He told the Czar what had happened between him and Nor, what had happened to the city of Novus Ager, and what had happened to his boyfriend when Theft had chased him out of the house and sent him flying to the sidewalk below. He gave whatever details he could remember, from the way that the different members of the Council looked to what they had said, and he made sure that every detail, every single one, was right before saying it.

He was a con man. He knew what was important, and he knew what wasn't. The whole point of a con was to make sure that the mark paid attention to one thing rather than another, that they believed that they were getting what they needed rather than what they wanted. That was something he could have done...

But he didn't.

There was something about the bear that told him that any lie, any omission, would be seen through instantly. He could feel something in the air, some pressure, some feeling of being watched the more that he spoke, and while he didn't know if it came from the bear, it would go back to him if he lied. So, he kept to the truth, and he kept his account as open and honest as possible.

When he reached the end, detailing how they arrived, the bear nodded. The Czar looked up from him, glancing at the mouse. The Man in Red nodded, and then the bear looked back at him.

"I see that my...associates...have been far more active than they should have been."

"Associates."

"Well, that might be a little too dishonestly distancing, heh...but it is clear that someone has been stirring the pot."

"Where's Nor?" Choin asked. "That's what I want. Where is my Nor?"

"That's...a question that we'll have to investigate for the moment. For, now, however, we need to head down to the city."

"Got your judgment ready, then?" the mouse asked.

"I had it ready, actually. This just reinforces it."

"Keep it mind for sentencing then, Czar."

"I will, MiR, I will."

Choin didn't know what that meant, but he knew that something serious was going to happen. He stepped away from the bear as the grizzly walked back to the fireplace. As the bear reached for his pockets, the panda watched as photos were slowly pulled free. They looked like the same events that he had been witness to, and they were, he realized. Despite there being no camera, they were pictures, pictures that were taken in still-motion that were as gray as the room around them.

"One more thing to take care of," the bear muttered, tossing them into the fireplace one by one.

"What is that?" Choin asked. "Hey, I asked -"

He gritted his teeth as a sudden warmth filled his head. It was like someone had lit a fire right under his scalp, setting his mind to flame, and he felt it get stronger when he remembered the sight of Nor on the sidewalk, squirming and panting. He remembered it clearly, too clearly, but the more that the fire burned...

It was like the feeling that one got when a manager or a parent took something that was too hard from you off your shoulders. It was that feeling of ease, or at least, that feeling of disconnecting that something was taken from you, no longer your problem. It was gone, and the more that the fire burned, the more that feeling spread from thing to thing. It didn't influence his thoughts, didn't change his memories, but he no longer felt so...so attached and attacked by the different memories.

Choin stared at the fire, his eyes going wide as the feeling spread between the different memories. One by one, they were lifted from him, given that same feeling of lightness, that same strange sensation of being...not less than they were, not less serious, but less overwhelming. Someone else shared the load now, and he didn't bear the majority of its weight.

Then it was done. The photos were thrown away, and the bear looked like he carried something that little bit heavier. Choin shook his head again, still rubbing the sides of his face.

"What was that?"

"Conspiracy," the bear said, chuckling. "The whole point of a conspiracy is to do something that one person can't do alone. And part of that is sharing the burden."

"But the photos...the other things..."

"I could spend all day explaining the ins and outs of my powers, Choin," the Czar said, putting his hands in his pockets. "But for right now, I think the important thing is to get back to Novus Ager and find Nor, yes?"

"...Yes, that's...that's right."

"Then come on."

"How are we getting there?"

"I think MiR can open the door for us."

"I thought you didn't like exceptions around here, Czar?" the mouse said, chuckling. "Getting soft on me?"

"It's a group effort, MiR. There's no need to get all huffy about it."

The bear chuckled, then knelt down by the panda. Choin didn't let himself get drawn into the one-armed embrace of the bigger male, but he did allow himself to be guided to another door.

"Don't worry. We'll be back in short order."

"And the others?" Choin asked. "Your...associates?"

"They're all coming to hear the judgment, of course."

"I thought that this was a group effort."

"It is, and the group always needs a chairman. Conspiracies always need someone to point them forward."

"And that's you?"

"Hehehe, yes."

The mouse followed behind them, gesturing at the slight gap in the gray wall that they came to. It shimmered with a hint of red light, and when the grizzly bear touched it with his gloves, it opened to reveal the waterfront. They were not that far from a cruise tour place that he remembered seeing before, someplace that he had been planning to take Nor for a date sometime.

Not that it would happen anytime soon, the pessimistic part of his brain said before he shut it down. No, no, he would find him again. He would have him back.

They stepped through, and the loud horn call of the departing boat welcomed them back to the city. Almost immediately the air felt like it was twisting around them, trying to pin them in place, but there was something about the presence of both the mouse and the grizzly bear that fought it, pushed it back.

It felt like he was standing in the same sort of...non-power place that had descended on the city in the wake of the woman in blue. She had taken the power of the city, altered Novus Ager into something 'normal'. Now, around these two, it felt like there was more of that, like they had created a bubble of that around them just by being present.

"Oh, it's time?"

He whipped his head around, his eyes going wider at the sight of the blue woman. The Persian crossed the street slowly, languidly, even as the air around her seemed to crackle and snap. The city kept writing itself differently, the intersection she was moving through moving over the water, only to snap back again and again.

"Hey, 'bout time."

Choin turned again, this time staring at the purple-dressed boar that was leaving a pub. The big guy tossed a glass in the air, and then left it alone. It disappeared, and he laughed out loud.

"God, I'm never gonna get fucking tired of that."

"Oh gods..."

The air was getting...thicker, for lack of a better world, almost like the power that these people carried was doing something to it, making it feel denser, more powerful against the strangeness of Novus Ager all around them. With each new addition, it felt like he was caught in a stronger and stronger pressure cooker, as if there was no escape from their presence.

"I suppose that I should be here, as well."

Another one, this time in black. She appeared out of nowhere, stepping out of the water almost as if it was afraid to touch her. The black-garbed mare crossed the street, the cars stopping in their tracks as if all movement had died, and their engines had to restart as she passed them.

It hurt to stand among them, particularly with the city getting worse and worse. It felt like something was on the verge of snapping, something that felt utterly out of alignment with itself. He leaned back, pressing his hand to his chest and the other to his head.

"Please...not so...close..."

"It's true. Being here messes with the city," the mouse said, looking up and around. "I think Deception pissed it off."

"Pissed him off, MiR. There's little to be found here that's interesting other than him."

"Not looking for the right things then, are you?"

"You never get the last word, do you?"

There was a hint of something blue in the corner of his eye, the world shaking around him, only for a flash of red to answer it. The mouse looked down at his white gloves, humming to himself before answering.

"Only when I do, which happens on any number of occasions under the Win list."

"There's no such thing."

"You'd be surprised, Deception." The mouse chuckled. "At any rate, let's move on, shall we? The city will be quite upset with us if we all gather in the same place for too long."

Choin didn't know where they were going, but he knew that they had somewhere that they needed to be. Somewhere...away...from there...

The mule - hornier than the others, sexier than the others, more enduring than the others - was loaded into the ship and launched with a bunch of the wealthier members of the city. He was naked, they were dressed, and he didn't care. He shook his ass as they left port with the best of them, sauntering forward as he did, swinging his hips from side to side and making his cheeks clap together.

"Hey, fat-ass!"

The fox that shouted at him drew his attention, and he laughed, swinging his ass to the side and smacking one cheek. The second he made contact, his muscular cheeks swelled, his rump expanding quickly and filling out so fast that it would have ripped through any clothes that he was wearing. The vulpine customer stared, his jaw dropping, and the mule slapped his cheeks and made them bounce.

"You like 'em fat, huh?"

"Holy shit!"

"I'll take that as a yes."

The mule laughed, swinging his ass back and forth before thrusting it back. He held that pose for a few seconds, getting the gropes and grabs in and allowing everyone to get a good fondle, before he slapped his other cheek and everything shrunk back down.

I didn't know I could do that...

Then again, he didn't know anything, really. He knew that he was a good mule, that he was, apparently, a good slut. He didn't know anything other than that.

Hell, he barely knew the name of the city just behind the boat. He knew that they had told him what it was called, but it kept slipping his mind. Novus...something. It was a place that was fun, though, filled with hot men, and that was all that the mule needed.

Someone grabbed him by the arm, dragging him a little closer. He turned, saw it was a bull, and grinned. He liked it when he got the big boys interested in him. Then again, he liked it when any of the males were interested in him.

"So, you can change, huh?"

"Apparently. You want something, big guy?"

"I want, hmmm..."

"Come on, come on. Everyone here wants a piece of me. Right?"

The mule gestured back at the crowd, and they shouted their agreement with that statement. The bull chuckled, nodding, and just skipped the bullshit. The big guy reached down and grabbed the mule by the balls, and cock, too.

"Think you can make these bigger?"

"I can try. How big do you like them?"

"Well, it's pretty big now...let's say...double?"

"Yeah, let's go with that!"

There was a sense of excitement about feeling the possibility of growing, changing, being something different. The mule didn't know what it was, but he liked it. He reached back, groping his ass for a moment. Then he reached his hands forward, cupping his balls, trying to remember how he had done that with the ass growth just a moment ago.

Something sexy?

Well, that's how it worked last time. He smiled, putting his hands back on his hips, and then thrust forward.

There was a sudden bulging down below, his cock swinging forward and pressing out from his crotch. The ballooning member caught the attention of all those on deck, and some cheered while others just grinned and groped themselves. The mule pulled his hips back and did it again, and again, each time feeling a straining, tense feeling of building pleasure inside of his cock as it slid forward.

Soon, he reached something just slightly over two feet long, and the bull laughed while holding up his hands.

"Okay, okay, I get the point. Yeah, you can make it huge, alright."

"Yeah, I can! How's it look? Sexy, right?"

"Sexy and huge."

"Want me to shake it?"

"Heh, I wouldn't say no."

"$20, sir."

"...$15?"

"Deal."

Holding out his hands for the bills, he improvised a strap for them around his upper arm. Tying it in place, he started walking in place, slowly swaying his hips so that his huge member could swing with it. To the left, to the right, to the left. He turned around slowly, making sure that everyone could see the mule prancing in place, making sure that everyone could see just what he had to offer.

Yeah, stare at me...stare at me...want me...

There was something intense about that, something freeing. He had memories, or hints of memories, of something else that would have blocked him from this before. Some sort of shame, some sort of self-consciousness about swaying his dick around.

But why? This was fun. This was relaxing. This was right.

He was just about ready to finish his prancing circle when something broke the water off the side. It jumped past the surface in a blur, then landed with a wet thump on the main deck. The mule turned, his eyes wide.

"Shore Guardian!"

It was real this time. The real one. The real thing. There was something to him, something in that stance, in that hot -

In the club, dancing in the smoke, pulled by his cock and bent over for others.

A memory, a real memory, something that was just barely able to rise above the void that was down there. A memory that didn't have a name attached to it, and somehow, that meant something. Like, the name not being there was what allowed him to remember that moment.

The orca looked at him, his eyes wider for a moment, but the mule ran to him before he could say anything. He buried his face in the hero's wet pecs, nuzzling them, sighing happily. The rest of the crowd murmured awkwardly to themselves, pulling back slowly from the two of them, while Shore Guardian looked at him with some confusion.

"What are you doing here..."

The mule saw the name on the orca's lips, but he couldn't hear it. There was a word there, some kind of name. Something that meant 'him', something that was supposed to be who he was. Yet, no matter how hard he stared, the word wouldn't enter his mind. He couldn't even hear it.

And he didn't know why he was excited, didn't know why he was so ecstatic and relieved to see the orca. All he knew was that he felt...right. Right to be here, and right to...

To fall to his knees...

To offer his hands...

And his mouth...

And then the orca stopped him. Even as he started to pull that shaft out and start sucking on it, the hero pulled him to his hooves. Shore Guardian looked around, spotted a door, and pulled the mule to it. He went along; he had nothing else that he could do, nothing else that he knew how to do but to follow his sir.

They stood in the lobby of a hotel, though the lobby itself had changed. There were no other employees in the room, for one, and for another, the colors of the various 'Council' members were spread along the walls around them. Red danced with Blue, Green meshed with Lavender, and all the other colors spread and pooled like some painter had gone utterly mad with the coloration in the chamber.

There was no door in or out. The only way in seemed to be through the powers of the Council members themselves, and Choin groaned every time that someone new hopped in. Theft had literally ripped a door out of the wall and then stolen the doorknob as he stepped inside. The Great Dane, the Lord in Lavender, had emerged from a painting on the wall before it faded with color, and had pronounced it a fake. Two others, a man in yellow and a man in orange, appeared as well, with the former paying a stack of bills to something that nobody else could see, while the orange man merely seemed to...to appear out of nothing but the wall, leaving it to warp and bubble until he hatched from it almost as if from an egg.

"Is anyone else coming?" the mouse asked.

"I heard that Seduction was around," the Czar said. "Is the Prince in Rose due to arrive?"

"I heard that he was on his way," the Lord in Yellow said. "In fact, he actually paid me to say that and keep his spot."

"I'm sure," the bear said, glancing around. "We'll give him five minutes. I don't want to stress this reality for too long."

Choin didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he was in over his head. Hell, everyone in Novus Ager would be in over their heads here. It felt like he was drifting, sliding, slipping between different real places depending on how the colors danced on the walls.

And how they danced. They were sliding and slipping like fresh oil paints, except that they were somehow all the more vibrant for that. Red and yellow, green and blue, all kinds of colors sliding off each other, all plastered up against the gray canvas that the bear provided. The various members of the council all sat in a different way, with the Man in Red seated in mid-air as if gravity didn't affect him, while the Dane sat in a chair that was a precise copy of a throne that Choin had seen from an old jade empire. The woman in blue had her back to the wall, the wall itself forming into a chair for her, and -

It was like staring at a group of something that had grown past mortality. They just bent the rules to their whim, and that was all there was to it. The world groaned under him, and Choin sat down, hugging his head.

"Oh, this hurts..."

"Yes, I expected that," the mouse said, patting him with the edge of his cane. "That was going to happen to you, in particular?"

"Why? Why me?"

"Because your brain works differently," the mouse said, glancing off to the side. The magpie was watching them. "You remember things that you shouldn't."

"Nnngh..."

"Most people would see what we're doing, and they would gradually rationalize it. They'd make it part of their world, make it make sense in their own reality. The fact that we're all together, the fact that you don't just forget, the way that your mind slips around that? It means that you're going to have a whopper of a headache for a while..."

"Thanks..."

"Thank you, Choin. Thanks to you, the Czar has everything he needs to put them in their place."

That was what he hoped. This whole period had been one horrible thing after another for him and Nor. There needed to be something good, something right that finally put a cap on all of this. He needed there to be someone that paid the price for doing all the bad that just couldn't be put back.

You, at least...

He narrowed his eyes at the magpie, and the green-garbed bird shifted nervously on his pile of ever-shifting stolen objects. Choin actually recognized a few, including a booth from his favorite café. The unmistakable four-leaf-clover print was unmistakable for anything else.

He's worried...good...

Choin held his head as the various members of the council settled in and murmured to each other around him. The only time that it got better for him was when the black of Murder - the mouse had named her to him - spread under him, almost like the color killed the discomfort, or something else like that. He learned to like it, and leaned a little towards it every time that it came in his direction.

The minutes ticked down, and Seduction, the Prince in Rose, did not appear. Eventually, the Czar sighed.

"We'll have to move forward. If he comes in later, one of us will fill him in."

"But...just us, then?" the Lord in Lavender asked. "Not the full council?"

"We have nine out of the eleven of us, and one might yet come. Distribution isn't needed to hear a decision that's already been rendered."

"...I see."

Choin didn't miss the way that the Dane gripped the edge of his chair. He'd been hoping for a further delay, something that would last longer. What, he didn't know, but if it had something to do with Nor, then Choin had every reason to see this sped up.

The Czar stood up from his chair. As he clapped for attention, all eyes turned toward him.

"...Do you hear me? Can you hear me, ...?"

The word was there again, but the mule couldn't hear it. Nor did he know what to do with it. All he felt was...relief. Relief that he didn't have to push forward on his own anymore. Utter ease that he didn't have to figure things out anymore. He leaned forward, resting on those hard pecs, feeling the lovely muscles under the flesh.

I like big guys...

He smiled, only to be lifted up again. Shore Guardian looked him right in the eyes...and then sighed.

"They took a lot. They took so much..."

"They?"

"You can't remember?"

"No...I just...remember you."

"...What do you remember about me?"

"You're special. Powerful. Good."

"I'm not -"

"You're good."

The mule leaned in, hugging the orca all the tighter, holding him close. There was something so right to being there, something that felt so much better than being alone. It felt like coming home, almost, but not quite. There was someone else, something else that might have been there to come home to. This felt like...

This felt like a vacation house, coming back to something that was waiting for you in a different way. Someone, something that was just waiting to give him the thing that the rest of his life didn't. Someone...someone that completed a different part of him.

He felt a hand on the back of his neck, and he shivered. Yes. Like that. Something very like that.

"Sir..."

"I'm not your sir, ..."

"I can't hear the name...I can't hear that word."

"Goddammit, that's gone, too?"

"I'm sorry. I want to be what you want...what you want me to be...but I'm not...I'm something else."

"You're a puzzle."

"Put me together..." He felt that. That was almost right. And he knew, he knew, that Shore Guardian was more than just a hero with super-strength. He knew that something there had dragged him along before. He needed that to drag him forward again. "Please...put me back together..."

"...I'll try."

"Please."

There was something to the mule that knew he was damaged, that knew something was off. Nothing was as simple as it was supposed to be. The only thing that was better, that was even slightly easier, was the feeling of transformation. He hadn't been able to do that before, had he? Yet, here, now, he could.

The orca sighed, and then slowly looked at him again. The big man pressed his hands down on the mule's shoulders, and they stared eye to eye.

"Alright. Do you remember the club?"

The mule nodded.

"Sink back into that. Sink back that moment of being mine for the night. Remember my hand on your shoulder. Remember my touch at the back of your neck. Remember the pleasure that came from being nothing but that thing, and that piece of me. Remember that, and just...start from there."

The mule nodded, feeling those memories of rubber and leather coming back. The days that he had worn a collar, the days that he hadn't, the feeling of hands all over his body. He remembered the sweet smoke, the hot musk, the incense that filled the air and drew him ever further down.

And now, as Shore Guardian looked him in the eyes, he remembered something else. That stare, that intense stare that claimed him, that reached into his heart and soul and gripped it tight, was not just from those nights.

It wasn't just from Shore Guardian.

It was from a mouse in red. It was from a Great Dane in lavender.

It was the stare of possession, grasp, greed, want, and power, and it could only come from one of the Council, from someone that made you feel like less of a person, less you, and more just one of their possessions. Shore Guardian was part of the same group as the Man in Red and LiL.

But Shore Guardian was here, and they weren't, and as the orca stared into his soul, claiming it once more, those hands moved down to claim his body. He moaned, surrendering to it as the memories and pieces that were left were formed into something entirely different.

The procedure of announcing something kept getting derailed. The Czar would get a sentence or two in, and then the magpie would speak up. Theft would say that he needed to be sure about something or other, and would spend half a minute or more rooting through what he had on his person, going through the vast hoard of stolen goods that he had around. Then the orange man would get bored, swirling the room around until someone stopped him, stilling things so that everyone could hear and focus.

The instability of the room continued to manifest as someone or other kept having to bring it back to normal. Sometimes it was the Czar, sometimes it was the Man in Red, and sometimes it was Deception. It was always done quickly, but everyone then had to start back at the beginning, and it was inevitable that someone would say something to derail it again.

Choin watched with mountain frustration. The magpie was more obvious about the delaying tactics, but the panda knew that it was coming from someone else. He kept seeing the Lord in Lavender looking around the room, and every time that his gaze rested on something, another distraction began. He gritted his teeth, knowing that it had to be someone just trying to hold back whatever judgment that the Czar had, but it was impossible to be satisfied with that judgment when it just kept getting stalled.

Eventually, after one more moment of shenanigans, the black mare stood up. For a half-second, her color enveloped the entire room, and nothing was left. The darkness consumed everything, stopped it, stopped time, stopped breath, stopped everything.

And then it was done. The entire room, save for the Man in Red and the Czar, were stock-still in shock. The mare bowed her head.

"I apologize for my interruption. However, we have burdened this room greatly. Let there be no more procrastination."

"Well-said, Basilissa." The Czar nodded. "Now...to finish.

"It is the finding of the Colorful Council that there has been no offense dealt by the Man in Red to the Lord in Lavender. The use of an outside party is no different to the hiring of mercenaries, the bribing of locals, or other such conversion of power. The point of bringing in a power that does not belong to the world in question is null and void, as the Man in Red brought the power, known as Nor, from one version of his life to another, with too little variation as to bring in an element of unfairness.

"Moreover, the response to the action taken by the Man in Red has been ruled to be excessive. In stirring up the Council to undo stability in the city of Novus Ager, the Lord in Lavender has been judged guilty."

The Dane started to relax in his seat. Choin opened his mouth, but the Czar beat him do it.

"However, there is a third charge to lay." The Dane stiffened up again. "In the attempt to punish the outside party for an act commissioned by one of his equals, and in developing a conspiracy outside our Council to the detriment of someone who did no more than he was contracted to do, the Lord in Lavender has been found guilty. Excessively so."

The Dane twisted his head to the side, fixing the Marquis with a firm stare. Choin blinked as Theft actually quailed before it, the magpie not able to meet the Lord's gaze. The Great Dane shook his head.

"I should have known better than to rely upon a thief..."

"Your sentence will come soon. For now, however, you are required to produce Nor so that he may be restored."

"Hmm..." The Great Dane smiled. "I believe we're entering the realm of philosophy. Which Nor...and who, then, is the real one?"

The End

Summary: A continuation of the series, where the mind-blanked Nor becomes more of a sex toy, and the Council meets to make a decision.

Tags: M/M, Nor, Mule, Orca, Various Species, Panda, Mouse, Colorful Council, Series, Novus Ager, Ass Growth, Cock Growth, Casual Sex, Dom/Sub, Emotional, Superpowers, Superheroes,