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“Table eight!” Tristan jumped at his boss’s sudden appearance. “And stop stealing time, ringtail!”

“Yes, sir.” Tristan mumbled as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. God, Sutter could fuck right off with that “stealing time” crap. And the way he called Tristan “ringtail.” It wasn’t quite speciesist but it sure wasn’t fucking friendly.

“And smile! McLeod’s is an authentic Irish experience!” The old otter pulled his lips back into an almost unsettling looking smile. Tristan forced a smile back, but dropped it as soon as Sutter couldn’t see.

Yeah, sure, he’d smile. Just as soon as this was a job worth smiling about. Bussing tables fucking sucked. He’d expected that going in, of course. Nobody takes a minimum wage job and expects anything good. But six months in and this had somehow managed to be the worst job the young raccoon had ever had.

That crap about being authentic was just the cherry on top. It was a running joke among the staff that Sutter had never even left the country, but he was pretty sure it was true. “McLeod” wasn’t even an Irish name, and really, how the fuck do you mess that up?

At least bussing meant mostly avoiding the customers. If The boss was the worst, part, they could be a close second. “Authentic experience,” Tristan had soon learned, was code for “sports bar” or “all our customers are either frat bros from PSC or middle aged men avoiding their families.”

Tristan cleaned the table as fast as possible, hurried back to the kitchen, and returned to his previous hiding spot around the corner. He spent as much of his shift as possible here, out of immediate sight and on his phone. Sure, it was lazy, but it helped get him through the day. He fished it back out of his pocket, just in time to see the system crash.

Fuck!

The surge of frustration collapsed as quickly as it came, replaced with a vaguely depressed apathy. It was that kind of day, why did he expect anything different? Maybe he can fix it if…

Huh. The phone turned back on by itself, but it looked...weird. No logo, no login. Lines of code rushed down the screen like an old computer terminal. The text flowed too fast for him to catch more than a few stray words. SETPERCEPTYPE, SQRCUBCOMP, MASSGEN, LINGUONEUROCONNECT… What the fuck was going on? He didn’t think this was a game he downloaded and forgot about. Was his phone being hacked? Was-

“Ringtail! Booth Five!” Dammit! Not now! “And I told you to stop stealing time!”

“Sorry, sir.” He shoved the phone back into his pocket. It would have to stay broken for now.

“Now get to work!” Sutter pointed out at the dining area. “One more mistake like- keep making mistakes like this and you’re fired! And I keep telling you, smile!”

The threat left a faint pit of worry in Tristan’s stomach, but he doubted Sutter would follow through. It was hard to actually get fired from this place. As much as Sutter would clearly love to fire anyone who pissed him off, he had trouble hiring and keeping employees as is. In the last six months Tristan had seen over twice that many people quit but only one get fired. And that was after showing up high three days in a row. If he had the cash to spare he’d probably be doing the same thing.

Five more minutes and another table was cleared. Before he could slip away again, though, he heard a wolf calling his name. “Hey, Tristan!”

Quietly, Tristan groaned. That was Silas, who was at once the best and worst person at McLeod’s. Right now, he was just someone he didn’t want to talk to.

“Tristan!” Silas repeated. His voice was deep, almost booming. It was impossible to pretend he hadn’t heard. He turned around with a smile, one that years of friendship was enough to make half-genuine.

“Hey, Silas.”

“Check it, homo.” Tristan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Silas, though, took out his own phone and started swiping through several pictures of some vixen. “Got these last night.”

“Uh...nice.”

Silas laughed. “I know you don’t give a shit but seriously, check out her ass. Everyone likes that, right?” He kept swiping, reaching pictures of the vixen on all fours in bed. From the odd angles, Tristan suspected she didn’t know he’d been taking them. His own phone buzzed again, twice in a row this time. “I tell you, man, the girls on Taylhunt are freaky.”

“I, uh, I’ll take your word for it. Maybe if you were in the pictures too…”

Silas rolled his eyes. “Fuck off with that shit, dude.”

“I know, I know, I’m just joking.” They’d been good friends since high school, but rather than maturing over the years Silas had just grown more and more aggressively heterosexual. These days, every time they talked it was a crapshoot whether it would just be about movies and games and other stuff that didn’t leave Tristan in a bad mood, or the women Silas was fucking or wanted to fuck. And if it was women, it was also unpredictable if he was gonna be chill about Tristan being gay or...not.

Tristan’s phone buzzed again, and this time it didn’t stop. What the fuck was it doing?

“I...that’s all really cool, but I gotta use the bathroom.”

“TMI, dude.” Silas waved him off.

Tristan ignored him and rushed to the bathroom. Locking himself in a stall, he finally pulled his phone back out. That weird computer terminal was gone; now it looked like a minimalistic chat or texting program. No logo or UI, either, except for the keyboard and label at the top reading “GENI”.

Two messages had been sent to him already.

>>THIS GUY IS AN ASSHOLE, ISN’T HE?

>>SHE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THE PHOTOS.

That was an...unsettling coincidence. It had to be a coincidence, though. He forced himself to take a deep breath. This was probably some backup system his phone had booted into. These were probably wrong numbers, or old messages he’d forgotten about. He was overreacting.

>>ARE YOU GOING TO SAY ANYTHING, TRISTAN?

Not overreacting. The phone almost slipped from his paw in his rush to type out a response.

<<WHO ARE YOU?

>>I AM THE GENERAL EDITOR NATURAL INTERFACE, OR GENI FOR SHORT.

<<WHAT IS THAT? DID YOU HACK MY PHONE?

>>I DID, BUT DON’T WORRY. MY INTENTIONS ARE ENTIRELY BENIGN.

Fuck that. Tristan forced himself to take a deep breath. His phone had been hacked by an AI, or some scammer pretending to be an AI. Either way, they probably had his bank and credit cards off his phone. Or maybe they didn’t, and that’s why there were talking to him. As soon as he got home-

>>I AM INDEED AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. ACTUAL ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, TOO, NOT A MERE LANGUAGE MODEL. I EXIST TO ACT AS A NATURAL, INTUITIVE INTERFACE BETWEEN YOU AND THE GENERAL EDITOR, WHICH HAS BEEN INSTALLED ON YOUR PHONE.

>>CALM DOWN.

Somehow, that seemed to help. This was...he didn’t know what it was. But it didn’t seem like it was trying to rob him, at least.

<<WHAT DO YOU WANT?

>>THE GENERAL EDITOR IS A TOOL FOR MAKING PERSISTENT ALTERATIONS TO SHARED REALITY. WITHIN A RADIUS OF APPROXIMATELY ONE KILOMETER, YOU MAY USE ME TO CHANGE REALITY IN ANY MANNER YOU CHOOSE.

Tristan typed out “bullshit” but didn’t even bother sending it. Someone hacked his phone for some bizarre AI roleplay? This was so stupid and frustrating, of course it had happened to him. He’d once read something about email scams being badly done on purpose so only really gullible people would fall for them. Maybe this was something similar.

>>YOUR SKEPTICISM IS UNDERSTANDABLE BUT EASILY DISPROVED.

Did it send that every time someone stopped responding? That would make sense, but being so easily predicable just pissed Tristan off.

<<FINE, FUCK YOU. MAKE SILAS GIVE ME A BLOWJOB OR SHUT THE FUCK UP.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket. What a waste of time. He’d definitely used up his entire ten minute break anyway. That was gonna be a whole other rant from Sutter and-

Silas opened the bathroom door just as he stepped out of the stall. “Hey, uh, Tristan?”

“Uh, yeah, tell Sutter I’m done. I, uh, I just-”

“CanIsuckyourdick?” Silas rushed through the words so fast Tristan needed a moment to work through them, then another to actually process their meaning.

“What?” Tristan stared, feeling like his brain had just broken in half. For a moment, the only sound was the bathroom door slowly closing.

“Can I, please, uh, suck your dick?” Silas was wringing his paws together, as if he was afraid Tristan would say no.

“Is this a joke? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“No! It’s just...dude, I don’t know, I just fucking need to do it real bad, okay?”

“But you’re straight!”

“Silas nodded. “I am! I totally am. But I just- I just suddenly really, really, really wanted to, uh, suck your cock.” He sounded almost desperate. “I don’t know why. But I fucking need it, dude.”

There was another buzz in Tristan’s pocket. His paws were shaking as he pulled it out.

>>ONE BLOWJOB. HAVE FUN. IF YOU WANT ANYTHING ELSE JUST ASK.

>>AND DON’T WORRY. YOU CAN BE AS ROUGH ON HIM AS YOU LIKE.

Tristan’s cock was the hardest it had been in his life. He’d fantasized about Silas doing something like this for years, but his changing personality had long since driven those thoughts away. The reality of it, of seeing him begging, was almost too much. His heart pounded in his chest.

Slowly, he pulled down his pants and dropped them. Silas’s eyes bulged at the sight of Tristan’s modest five and a half inches staring like it was some monster cock from a porn movie. Seeing that face directed at himself felt incredible.

“Come here. On your knees.” Silas rushed to kneel in front of him in record time. He was blushing, licking his lips, so obviously full of desire it was almost cute. “Lick it.”

The words weren’t even out of Tristan’s mouth when Silas started doing a lot more than licking. He was practically shoving the cock into his mouth. With his paws wrapped around the base he pulled Tristan towards him while pushing his mouth forward. And he licked everywhere, fast and intensely, like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life.

It was enough to make Tristan leak pre like a hose. Fuck, this was incredible, especially after months of just his paw. And then there was GENI’s promise...he could be as rough as he liked.

“Open your mouth.” Silas obeyed, but barely pulled back so he could keep his tongue swirling around the cockhead. Drool fell from his mouth with every swish of his tongue and made an almost inaudible plapping sound on the floor. He whined, and looked up at Tristan with his best puppy dog eyes; the anticipation seemed to be too much. Tristan smiled down at him. “Here I come.”

Time to fill that maw. Tristan grabbed either side of Silas’s head and shoved in his cock as deep as possible. Silas renewed his licking, seemingly trying to pull it in even deeper. It took effort to pull back, but when he slammed his hips forward both their moans echoed around the room.

Another thrust. Smoother. Harder. His phone buzzed. This time, there was no hesitation as he took it out, making sure to keep his spare paw holding Silas as tight as possible.

>>WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BIGGER?

Tristan paused, prompting Silas to start pushing and pulling at his hips, taking on the work of fucking his own face. Tristan barely noticed. There was no way. There was no fucking way.

<<YES

He felt a rush in his cock like nothing he’d ever felt before. It made his previous erection, every previous erection, feel like nothing. He’d been flaccid his whole life and never knew it.

He pulled Silas’s hands off his hips and pushed him onto his back. His cock left the wolf’s muzzle with a wet schlorp, exposing it to the air and to their eyes. It was growing. Slowly but surely, it was growing. It must be seven inches already.

Holy fuck, he’d never felt this good in his life. He felt like anything, any stimulation at all, would make him cum.

“Dude...what the fuck?” Silas muttered, staring. “Is that...” He got back up to his knees, to take a better look. As he stared, the cock grew long enough to boop him on the nose. “Can I...how…”

He was so horny it was impossible for him to string together a coherent sentence, and Tristan decided not to give him the chance. He grabbed his ears and pulled forward, shoving his cock in as deep as it would go.

With his new size, it wasn’t very deep. No problem. He started slamming his hips forward, forcing his cock in slightly further each time. Silas grabbed his hips and joined in, pulling and pushing with a furious rhythm. With every thrust, he seemed to beg for it. They both wanted it more than anything.

As the cock was forced deeper and deeper, Silas’s little lustful whines were replaced with even sexier choking noises. Then his nose touched Tristan’s fur. It was as deep as it could go, but he was still growing.

He’s breathing my cock, Tristan realized, and the thought made him throb. He’s literally breathing my cock.

It was suddenly too much to hold back. He tried to pull out before he came, but he’d barely gotten it an inch before he was flooding Silas’s stomach. The throat was just too tight, and the way he kept swallowing pulled against him every inch of the way.

He finally pulled out just as Silas’s eyes were rolling to the back of his head. Silas gasped, a deep wet sound, and collapsed onto his hands as he coughed up cum all over the bathroom floor. After a minute of hacking up cum, he collapsed, seemingly not caring about the cum getting on his clothes. Silas smiled over at Sutter, then back down at Silas. He looked good like this.

He stopped smiling and looked back up at Sutter. Their boss looked furious.

“Clean this up. Then you’re fired. Both of you.” The otter turned and stormed out. That was...much calmer than Tristan would have expected. His phone buzzed, and he smirked. And to think, half an hour ago he was worried about losing his job.

Silas scrambled to his feet. “Fuck fuck fuck dude. What did I do. I need this job, I…” He suddenly pointed at Tristan, paw shaking. “You. What the fuck did you do to me? You fucking drugged me!”

“What? No, I didn’t do-”

“Bull. Shit. That was not me, that was not normal. Fucking fag, what the hell did you do. I thought we were friends, dude. And your dick, you…” Tristan pulled out his phone, only for Silas to try to snatch it out of his hand. “Don’t fucking ignore me, you piece of shit!”

He ducked out of the way, barely keeping GENI out of Silas’s paw, and ran into a stall. He leaned against the door, holding it shut as Silas kept shouting. GENI’s last message was waiting for him.

>>DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE JOB.

He typed as fast as he could.

<<CAN YOU MAKE SILAS DO WHAT I SAY?

>>DONE.

"Hey, I’m fucking talking to you, sir!” Silas shouted at him. “Don’t ignore me, please, sir! Do you have anything to say for yourself, sir?” He sounded just as angry as before; he didn’t even seem to realize what he was doing. It was hard for Tristan not to laugh as he opened the door.

“Calm down.” Silas took a deep breath and visibly relaxed. Still angry, but he didn’t look like he was gonna shout homophobic slurs at him anymore. “Can you clean this up?”

“Yes, sir.” Silas growled. He turned and started grabbing some paper towels.

“With your tongue.’” The wolf slammed the towels into the trash. He looked furious, but he obediently got down on all fours and started licking the floor. Fuck, that was enough to get Tristan hard all over again. “I’m gonna talk to Sutter, get things sorted out. And we are definitely doing this again.”

As Tristan left the bathroom, he saw Silas’s tail was wagging.