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A Buggy Anti-Virus for Taiko by Draconicon

It wasn't exactly rare to be tied up to a machine, though it was probably the first time this year that Nor had done it of his own free will. The mule pulled at the restraints on his arms, testing them carefully, and was satisfied that he could get free if he needed to. He doubted he would. The person tying him up was very familiar. Almost intimately so, in fact.

"So...you're sure that I'll need this."

"I've found two of us that didn't have it, and they didn't last long."

Nor nodded at the mule circling him, unable to completely squelch the instinct of following him around as the machinery was hooked up, electrodes placed against his head, chest, and hips. Several strange buds were placed in his ears, and a gentle clamp pinched the tip of his tongue. It made it difficult to talk, but he didn't talk much. Not as much as his other self did, that was for sure.

In fact, the other mule - exactly like him, save for the blue and red splotches being inverted and wearing an eye-patch - was muttering to himself almost constantly. It didn't feel like him at all, but the story...well, the story of aliens and corrupting nanites did check out, and it might have affected the other him more before it was handled.

"Is everything okay?"

"That's what I'm checking. Can't get this wrong. Have to get it right."

"Alright. And you're sure -"

"Yes, I'm sure. If you don't have this, you'll be worse than me when the time comes."

Nor nodded. The alien invasion that the other him described sounded absolutely terrifying, particularly for a place that was so changeable like Novus Ager. To have corrupting, controlling nanites in everybody was like something a supervillain here dreamed of doing. Hearing that it had almost succeeded elsewhere was not a comforting thought.

But at least he had a chance of handling it better here. The other him said that the anti-virus for the nanite corruption had come late in the fight. If they had it early, perhaps they could avoid the whole thing.

He tested the bindings again. They were a bit tighter, but he still thought he could break free if needed.

"Alright. Let's start."

"Yeah. No need to wait."

The other him went behind a console, tapping at a few keys before his face lit up. The screen was out of sight, but Nor could tell that the other him was an accomplished typist. Yet another difference between them. He wondered just how far out the alt-world that the other him had come from was.

He felt his body react immediately as the various electrodes started humming with energy, the inner, less mule-ish bits reacting to the foreign energy in an attempt to protect him. Nor had to really focus to make it stop, to push it down and away so that the other him could get at his systems. It took a few seconds, but he gradually managed it. The feeling of his defenses being down was unnerving, but he told himself that it would only be for a few minutes. No more, just a few minutes.

"This is tested, right?"

"Yes, but it's still a little buggy. We'll work that out, but I have to get it inside you first."

"Just how buggy are you talking?"

"Just...be ready for a few transformations. Now let me work."

I get very cranky in other worlds, apparently, he thought. Then he had to focus on the inner bits again, keeping them from reaching as he felt the installation begin.

It was like getting a current of energy running between the different pads through his body, and worst, between the two buds in his ear through his skull. It wasn't as bad as an electric shock, but he could feel the 'movement' of energy slithering through his body, moving slow enough that it felt like something solid rather than something insubstantial. It was a mix between a gross and enticing feeling, and he stomped a hoof against the ground. He would have clenched his jaws, but the clamp on his tongue made that impossible.

As it continued, he noticed that his genitals were being affected as the energy went from his chest to his hips. His already prodigious endowment began to grow, pushing upwards from his crotch and getting harder. The mule tried to ignore it, but when the slithering feeling started running through his shaft, it got harder faster, and it started to feel more pleasurable than not.

Even when it was fully hard, it continued to grow. This wasn't the first time that he'd seen it happen - after all, there were a number of perverted villains in the city - but it was the first time that he'd seen it happen without being on the run or in a fight. He groaned as it rapidly expanded, growing bigger and bigger, past the foot long mark and then past the 18 inch mark. Nor stomped his hoof again in frustration as he couldn't even reach for it.

"This...you call this a little buggy?!"

"It's almost done. Just keep sitting there. We're getting close."

It didn't help that his balls were growing at the same rate as his cock, making the leg bindings more painful as they started squeezing his sac in a vice. He couldn't even stomp his hoof anymore, as he watched the hard end of his leg slowly morph into a foot. Other changes, smaller, but no less noticeable, continued as well.

Perhaps the weirdest to him was seeing his hands turn scaly, going from the soft palms to something hard and pebbly. He could just make out the difference in tone - and more, the lack of color - in the dimness of his living room, but it seemed to be isolated there. At least, he hoped it was isolated there; he was a simple mule, and wanted to stay that way.

The slithering energy in his head was getting worse, though. As his cock pushed past the two foot mark, Nor groaned as it felt like something was trying to break into his brain. It was like a snake coiling around his skull, trying to slither in.

"It's...not working. Shut it down."

"No, we're almost there. This is important. Just...let it in!"

Nor's muzzle shifted, turning orca-ish for a moment - like a latex beak - before snapping back to a mule's face again. He groaned, shaking his head and curling his toes - What a weird sensation... - as it got worse, his cock now standing three feet long.

"No! Shut it -"

Fzzzzzzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Without warning, the mule's inner 'circuits' started blowing. One by one they went out, until he was left staring ahead vacantly. Without the proper channels, the feedback from the machine suddenly increased, and the electrodes popped off of Nor one by one, landing on the floor and sparking heavily. The earbuds shot out of his ears like bullets, and spa-tanged off of the console that the other him was working at.

Nor stared ahead blankly as the machine shut down. The other him leaped back from it as the screen threw up sparks and static, only to lean forward and type at it faster than the mule had ever remembered - or thought he remembered - seeing someone do before.

"No, no, no! It should have worked! Damn it...Still no good."

The alt-Nor grumbled, rubbing his head a few times before turning around. Nor couldn't say anything, nor formulate a thought as a shimmer of light ran down the other mule's body. It faded, then flashed out again, revealing someone entirely new.

If his mind had still been working, Nor had the slight feeling that he would have recognized the scaly guy. He stood slightly over six feet in height, and wore a military jumpsuit, complete with a holster at his thigh. The creature - which looked like an anthro komodo dragon - reached down for his weapon and pulled it free.

"I should have known that the damn coding wouldn't be enough to slip by. Well, when all else fails, go for the classics."

The barrel of the weapon glowed before a blast of light hit the mule in the face. He rocked back and forth from the impact, and stared straight ahead as he recovered. His cock still hadn't gone back down, but now, what little thought he had left was completely gone. A soft beeping in his head signaled the wait for command, while another, softer clicking counted off the time until a reboot would occur naturally.

Lowering the weapon, the creature sheathed it.

"That'll keep you quiet long enough to get the rest of the plan done. But in case it doesn't. Input command string: if/when unit Nor reaches time before reboot equal to or less than two minutes, unit Nor beeps. If time before reboot greater than two minutes, loop. Confirm instruction."

"Instruction. Confirmed."

"Apply instructions."

"Instructions applied."

The creature nodded and walked off. Nor could 'hear' the sound of machinery being used somewhere else in his home, but he didn't know what was happening. He didn't have access to enough databanks to be sure of anything at that point in time.

Yet, he didn't worry. There was no need to worry, no programming to give him a command to worry. All he could do was sit there, the command from the creature blinking in green letters in the back of his head as the reboot clicker counted further and further down.

At the two minute mark, he opened his mouth, letting out a machine-like beeping, combined with a clicking of his tongue. The creature didn't return, but the barrel of the weapon pointed out around a doorframe and fired. The casual shot reset the counter, and the command string was repeated, starting the process over again.

The whole time he was stuck there, his cock continued to bob up and down, eventually beginning to drool pre from the constant barrage of blasts. Something about them worked on his nervous system in a weird way, forcing him to get more and more excited. And considering that the blasts were coming faster and faster as they didn't reset the counter so far each time, it got him closer and closer to orgasm.

Finally, as the creature stood up and walked back in the room, he received one last blast. Nor clicked softly as he went over the edge, his three foot cock leaping up and spurting the load that had been building up all night. The mule sat there silently, his head rocked back in a soundless moan as he emptied his balls.

When he looked down again, he saw the lizard creature covered from head to toe in cum, looking like a creature of living slime. If Nor had been fully awake, he would have captured the image for later in his databanks.

Instead, he was blasted again, and went silent.

The mule groaned as he woke up to the sun pouring in through his window. He rolled onto his back, stretched his arms over his head, and looked at his alarm clock. Seeing that it read just after 8 AM, he figured it was time to get up. He turned to look at the ceiling -

"...Now that's not right, I'm sure of it," he said as he looked at the head of his cock, bigger than his fist, looming over his head.

The End