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The Porn Note

Chapter 2: Written Fantasy, Written Reality

By Draconicon

Morning came, and it brought morning wood with it. Malcolm groaned as he rolled onto it, and rolled off of it just as promptly.

"Ugh...Stupid...Rashii...Taj..."

He mumbled under his breath as his memories of their late-night call flashed back in his mind. That snake-woman's breasts and his tiger friend's dick slipping in and out of her at record speed didn't help his cock in the slightest, and he slapped his cheek a few times to distract himself.

"Ugh...up...up...It's the weekend. Time for...workouts."

Shaking his head, he pushed himself to the edge of the bed and tried to put his legs under him. It mostly worked. Mostly. One was asleep from the awkward position he'd been sleeping in, and collapsed under him, and the rest of his body followed after.

Cursing in the way that only a sleepy, squeaky rodent could curse, the mouse dragged himself back to his feet. Resisting the urge to stomp his leg awake, he stumbled towards the shower on the far end of the room. Not even a separate bathroom, really, but student accommodations were what they were. At least he had a curtain. The guy across the hall didn't even have that. Unfortunately, today he also had -

"Ugh...Crypto's at it again..."

He stepped back from the sludge that came spurting out of the shower head, standing naked by the edge of the shower. Brown gunk, then green, then actual water came pouring free as the System started cleaning itself out again, and he waited a good minute to make sure that it wasn't going to change back before stepping under. And he made sure it was cold water, too, as cold as he could stand.

Eventually, his dick went down, and he was as clean as he was gonna get. The mouse stepped out again, got dressed in day-old jeans and a smoggy but otherwise clean shirt.

His communicator rang, and he pressed the little button on the side of his head. Video opened in front of his eyes, Taj leaning back in front of a desk with nothing but a towel on. He groaned.

"Hello, Taj. What's with the show this morning? Didn't you get enough last night?"

"Hey, bud, it was a wrong number. I apologized then."

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Bad morning."

"Sounded like a bad night, too. You okay?"

Malcolm glanced sideways, knowing that it would be seen on Taj's end. Not what he was seeing, of course, just a reflection as if there was a camera about three feet in front of him. He still wasn't sure how communicators did that, but ostensibly it was something that they learned next year.

His eyes fell on the notebook he'd picked up yesterday, still open to that 'fantasy' that the System girl had been living out for the bubble-head. It had to be fake, had to be, but the fact that so many fantasies had been written in the book, and that that one had turned out to be real...He could still remember the otter girl, her back pressed against the wall as if something was forcing her there, the tension in her arm as she tried to fight against fingering herself, and the sheer fear on her face when she was begging the bubble-head to let her stop...

"It...it was a bad night. Let's leave it at that."

"Mal, you know you can talk, right? It's not like we're gonna rat you out."

"We?"

"Oh, right. Say hi, Rashii."

Taj backed up, and the mouse got a momentary glance at the tiger's barbed cock before Rashii popped out from under the desk. She waved at him, her breasts barely hidden by the tiger's desk as she smiled.

"Heh, I hear someone was enjoying the show last night."

"You called me!"

"And how long did it take you to hang up?"

"...NOT THE POINT!"

They laughed as he blushed, trying not to think about how long he'd let the call go on before hanging up. It wasn't that much longer than average, only half a minute if that...

Gods, I'm not a pervert!

He tapped the communicator, turning off video for both of them, though he kept his audio on. He still had to get ready for the gym if he wanted to keep to his new routine, but he didn't have to end the call yet. Taj sighed.

"Too much, Mal? Sorry."

"It's..it's okay. I'm just not in the mood."

"Maybe if he actually looked at my breasts long enough, he'd be in the mood," Rashii called from a bit further off, and he blushed.

"Can you get her to shut up?!"

"Not without gagging her, and she doesn't look like she's in the mood for that right now."

"Gods...Look, I'm...I'll explain on Monday, okay? It's just busy right now, and I want to think things through."

"If you say so, man. Just be careful, okay? I worry about you, and so does Rashii. Hell, she probably worries more than I do."

Doubt that, he thought, rolling his eyes. It wasn't like she did much in school to hang out, or spend time with them. She was always off with the Sys-Sols, looking at the guns and practicing with 'em. If she had the slightest urge to look after either of them, he hadn't seen it.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind. See you Monday."

He tapped the communicator again, and the call ended. Slipping into his shoes and grabbing his student badge and ID, he was about to walk out the door when he looked at the notebook again. The fantasies seemed to linger, and he groaned a bit to himself, picking it up.

One more time. For research.

Leaving the building brought the usual coughs and gasping for breath as it always did, though the smog wasn't as bad as the day before. Their city must have been getting an extra dose of magic from Lord Jonah's book of life today, which he appreciated. After almost suffocating the last few days, he didn't want to deal with that on the way to the gym. Jogging down the street a few blocks, he jumped into the bubble around the bus stop, and sat down, purging his lungs of the dirty air.

Sitting down, he looked through the notebook again. This time, in daylight, he could make out some of the writing a little better than he could when he was sitting in his room. The 'fantasies' that people wrote in the book were...extensive, to say the least, and while some were brief and to the point, some of them were utterly explicit.

I want to see that System robot gun-fuck that girl, fucking her pussy with the tip until she cums on it. I want her to cum hard, again and again, and not stop until someone pulls her off of it.

Sonya Bonsie is to lower herself to pee in the hallway, ensuring that everyone around her will see her do her business, and she will cum upon the emptying of her bladder.

Jim will go outside and bend over for the entire football team to ream his ass out. Fucker needs to be left gaping for stealing the game last week.

It went on and on, sometimes being specific with names, sometimes being anything but. He shook his head as he found people's fetishes and fantasies relating from everything from a simple fuck to bestiality, to technophilia, and even -

"Ugh...why would anyone...Ugh."

He scratched that one out. Even if he was re-reading it for research, he wasn't going to read that one again.

The more he read it, the less he wanted to hand it over. He knew it was evidence in the girl's rape, yesterday - if it even was rape, which he wasn't sure of - but what would it prove? That someone wrote down what they wanted to do before they did it? What if the handwriting didn't match? What if they thought he'd done it and was trying to get someone framed? That was a big possibility, considering the other guy was high enough up to be a bubble-head for Lord Jonah himself.

He shook his head as he reached the end of the list again, that specific thing about the System girl raping herself on her hand while hating it staring back at him. It was abundantly clear that she hadn't wanted any part of it, yet at the same time, how could this have forced her to do anything? It wasn't possible. There was the Book of Life, the Book of Death, and that was it. There were no other magic books.

The roar of hover engines braking pulled him out of the book, and he looked up as the bus came by. The chrome sides shimmered as it came to a stop, outer fields shedding the dirt that collected with a rolling motion that made it seem like a cat stretching out. The side opened with a clunk, and the bus driver - a rather annoyed looking wolf - looked down at him with a grunt, nodding his head. Malcolm nodded back, flashing his badge and getting the fare taken off his account, before heading to the back.

It wasn't a very full bus. Only a couple of other people bothered to take the early route to the north side of the city, and most of them were either gym bunnies or people that rode on their arms. Malcolm looked at a literal one at the front of the bus, the rabbit's ears sticking out, and he chuckled to himself.

Guy's probably a machine on squats, he thought, shaking his head. Bet that he's got a fine...

He looked around, suddenly feeling self-conscious of even fantasizing about it. But there was nobody else in the back seat - or even in the back four rows - and it wasn't like someone could read his thoughts.

Bet that bunny's got a nice set of...buns.

He blushed just thinking about it, but it opened the floodgates. The mouse thought that the bunny had been in a tight set of shorts when he'd walked on the bus, but he couldn't remember for sure. He bet that they were some sort of lycra, though, clinging to that butt and showing off all the muscles that the rabbit was building up. Just a nice, big...bubbly...butt.

Malcolm shook his head, looking down at the notebook. Everyone else had been writing down their fantasies. Why not do the same thing? It wasn't like he was going to be handing it in anytime soon, and if he did, he could explain the situation and apologize.

In the grip of his own fantasy, he started writing down what he thought, how the bunny looked from behind, how he must have a killer ass. He almost thought he saw the rabbit's ears twitching as he wrote, and briefly paused, half thinking that he'd been caught out, but then the rabbit went still again.

I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought as he kept writing, scratching his pen across the page faster and faster. He described the rabbit's ass in ridiculous detail, from how it stretched out those lycra pants to the fact that those shorts would be pulled down just enough for the split in the cheeks to be seen, that little tail like an arrow pointing straight to the sexy bit down below.

In his mind's eye, he could see it, his own little perverted dream ass on that rabbit, and he couldn't stop himself even as he blushed at what he was writing. It was perverted, downright lewd, maybe even a little cruel to imagine the rabbit having an ass so perfect when he was probably just a normal guy, but he couldn't stop himself. All the teasing from Taj and Rashii had gotten him all sorts of worked up, and his boner just wouldn't quit as it ran down the leg of his pants. He wanted nothing more than to ease it, but he could at least hold back from that, even if he couldn't hold back from his fantasies.

He even imagined the rabbit coming down the aisle, walking backwards and shaking that ass for him, pulling off a striptease. As his fingers idly wrote it down, how it would happen, he swore he could see it actually happening in front of him. The rabbit stood up from his seat, he imagined, and those jet-black shorts were cupping that perfect ass, so tight around those muscular globes that the shorts were like hands, groping that butt, lifting it, holding it up so that everyone could see it.

And as the rabbit walked backwards - so he imagined - the shorts slowly came down, wiggling over those ass cheeks, sliding down until one perfect butt cheek popped out. Hard and round, looking so firm that you could bounce a quarter off of it. He shivered, his cheeks burning red as he imagined the other one coming out, the shorts stopping just under the cheeks, cupping them, holding them up. The rabbit reaching back, parting his ass cheeks -

Ding!

Malcolm jumped at the sudden notice from the bus, tearing his eyes away from the notebook to look out the shaded window. They were just turning around the community center for the area, which meant the bus stop for the gym was -

Slamming his hand on the call button on his seat arm, the mouse brought the bus to a quick and violent stop. He heard a sudden grunt ahead of him - probably someone that got slammed into a seat or something - but there was no time. He jumped out of his seat, ran down the aisle, and left the bus. It started up again shortly after, driving off with a roar of the hoverjets beneath it.

It wasn't until the point when he walked into the gym, notebook tucked under his arm, that he realized that he'd walked right over the rabbit as he ran off the bus. What had the poor guy been doing in the aisle?

Thankfully, his workout routine quickly put the thoughts to rest. There were no gym instructors, anymore; the System had pushed them out, in fear of having Crypto agents posing as members of authority, and had replaced them with various types of robots. Considering the robots were able to interface directly with every exercise machine, it was a match made in hell for someone that wasn't particularly strong yet...like him.

" Sensors indicate that you are not yet pushing to full potential. Increasing weight by 20%."

"Ooof! Too...heavy..."

The mouse panted as he strained to pull his legs back again, the leg curl machine suddenly making it much harder with the added resistance. He wasn't that strong, barely able to pull thirty pounds, and the machine had made it that much worse. Malcolm strained, his leg hurting from the attempt, until he flopped forward in defeat, panting hard.

" Sensors indicate that you have stopped trying. Do you need a motivational prod?"

"No. I...I'm going to go...to a different...machine..."

" Scanning. Student, Malcolm Rigger. Your exercise routine is not complete until you have finished twenty more reps on this machine."

"Take the weight off, then. I can't take it that high."

" Negative. Scans indicate that your body is capable of lifting weights at this level."

"I can't! I just tried. Scan again."

He felt the tingle of the machine's scans flicker over his leg, going halfway to his crotch before going back down again.

" Adrenaline booster may be required, but potential indicates -"

"I am not taking adrenaline to work out. Just...lower the weight."

" Negative. Comply with booster, or further enforcement measures will be taken."

"Oh, you've got to be -"

" Compliance not received. Enforcing exercise routine."

Malcolm yelped as the machine physically pulled him down onto his belly, his face mashed into the sweaty pad that served as the machine's main body. His legs were shackled via field emitters to the machine, and he felt a needle jabbing into his shoulder. Just about instantly, his heart started rushing, and his eyes went wide at the sudden throbbing in his veins and muscles.

Damn it...I hate it when they do this, he thought as his legs started curling on their own. Not entirely on their own, he supposed; the electric shocks targeted to specific nerve clusters got his legs moving, and the adrenaline in his system provided them the power to actually do what they were supposed to do. The weights lifted and lowered as commanded by the machine, and he just glared straight ahead as he was made to work out. Stupid machine...

After making him do twenty reps in a row, the field emitters shut down, and he was allowed to stand up again. Malcolm took one step, two -

And then the adrenaline wore off. The tiny dose had been enough to get him through that work-out, but the artificial power-up had a much bigger crash effect than the stuff the body produced naturally. The mouse stumbled forward, collapsing onto his side as he shivered and shook.

At least he wasn't the only one doing it. It was a regular enough outcome at the gym that people stepped over those that had fallen down, and he wasn't even the only one on the floor. Three others - two men, one woman - had fallen down as well due to their own injections, and they shivered as hard as he did. The world felt cold, and then warm by turns, and he couldn't stop shaking as his muscles complained about their overworked state.

Thankfully, the crash was as short as it was severe, and he was able to get back to his feet after a minute or two. Malcolm was already wondering how many painkillers he'd need later, and stumbled along to the next part of his regime.

He was about halfway through his workout when the whole gym went dark. For a moment, he thought it was another Crypto attack that had short-circuited the system and would leave them gagging on poison gas. It wouldn't be the first time, though it usually faded out before anyone died. Usually.

Instead, the room stayed dark, and he heard the sound of thuds and grunts and wet slaps from further away. He cocked his head to the side, finishing his reps on reflex before getting up from the machine. In the dark, it was harder to see the people who'd collapsed, but he did his best. He did end up kicking a stallion or two, though, which he apologized for as he moved along through the gym.

Finally, he got to the locker room, and as he opened the door, the sounds got louder. The grunts were accompanied by the occasional 'fuck yeah,' and the thuds and slaps were occasionally interrupted by a louder SMACK sound. The mouse wiggled his way through the aisles of lockers down to the end of the room, turned, and got his answer.

Ah, the post-workout gangbang, he thought, surprisingly calm compared to earlier as he looked at over twenty men - and several women, now that he took a closer look - involved in a giant orgy. At the very bottom was a fox looking overwhelmed, frightened, and turned on all at once. His cock ground through a giant puddle of cum, thrusting through it every time someone thrust into him, and his mouth went in and out of view, depending on whether someone was using it at the time.

Malcolm looked at the show for a moment or two before moving on, walking over to his locker. To his surprise, his notebook was on the bench, and he cocked his head as he reached for it.

The second it touched his fingers, his cheeks went bright red, and he looked over at the showers again, hardly believing it. A gangbang. A gangbang in the middle of the locker rooms. That...that wasn't normal. That was wrong. That was...

He flipped the book open again, turning to the most recent page. Past all his writing describing that rabbit's ass, he saw something else written in the lines.

Man, what does a guy gotta do for an orgy? No idea why I'm writing this, but hell, if everyone's writing out a fantasy, I wanna be in the middle of a gangbang.

He looked back at the fox, at the book, and at the fox again. There was no denying that the fox was in the middle of a gangbang, his cock getting sucked by a rat at that moment and his mouth getting covered by some lioness's ass, forced to rim her as he was still getting fucked from behind. Even in the dark, there were flickers of light to show all the fluid that covered the ground, and how much of a mess the locker room would be if this went on.

Even though his workout wasn't entirely done, Malcolm rapidly changed clothes and left. In the process, a few other gym-goers walked in as well, but not one of them looked at the gangbang like it was something different. There was no reaction, no...anything. They just took it like...like...

Like I did, he realized, staring down at the book. As soon as he'd touched it, it had woken him up, and he realized how wrong it was, how abnormal it was to see a gangbang going on. Experimentally, he paused as a stag was walking by, and tapped him on the arm just as he was walking by the shower. The results were...explosive.

"Oh my god, what the fuck?! What the fucking fuck? Are...do none of you fuckers see this?! You! Hey, hey Aaron, look at this? What do you mean, this is normal?!"

That was proof enough for him, and he ducked out of the locker room. Soon enough, the lights were back on - probably shorted by the ridiculous amount of fluid in the locker room, when it came down to it - and he could find his way out. He held the notebook tight, keeping it tucked under his arm and hugging himself so tight that he felt like his ribs would crack.

Okay, okay, something's going on here. I don't know what, but something...I gotta figure this out. Fast. Before whoever that bubble-head was comes looking for me.

Because that was a possibility, he was realizing. He'd taken it off of someone with authority, someone that probably wasn't that far down from Lord Jonah, and considering that he ran the System...well, anyone in his employ could have their wishes fast-tracked, and the police didn't ask a lot of questions of Lord Jonah's staff.

He was almost out of the gym when the door opened, and the same rabbit from the bus walked in. It had to be, even if Malcolm hadn't seen the bunny's face earlier. He wore the same black shorts that he'd imagined, that he'd written about...

Except they weren't. They were mostly jet black, still, but they were lightening, moving to more of a dark blue, and the shorts were lengthening, turning to pants rather than the tight little clothes that he had written down. Malcolm's eyes widened as he stared at the rabbit, watching him go by before his eyes drifted down to the very ass he'd been fantasizing about -

Yes, even that was changing. It wasn't getting fat, but it was losing that muscle tone he'd imagined. Oh, that muscle was there, but it was fading, shifting out of reality again, becoming a...nice, but not perfect ass. He slowly shook his head, flicking the book open again, trying to figure out what was going on.

There were no answers. Perhaps it was time? Or...

He couldn't figure it out here. He'd need to head back home, or to the library, or something, if he wanted to know what was going on. Tucking the notebook under his arm again, he ran out of the building. Immediately he started coughing, but he barely cared as he caught the next bus home, and resisted the urge to start writing again. It was already coming back, the temptation to experiment, and he just...

Okay...maybe I should...

Tapping his communicator, he called Taj. The line rang a few times, and then went down, with the notification that the tiger was otherwise occupied, in the library of all places. Groaning, he called Rashii, and got a connection with her right away. She was dressed in some sort of leather, and looked like she was aiming down a gun barrel.

"Hey, Malcolm. What's up?"

"Uh, I, uh, um..."

"Snake got your tongue?"

"Uh, yes, no, kind of. I...I have a...a problem."

"You're telling me. What's going on?"

BANG!

Forcing himself to remember that was probably her gun and nothing to do with anything around him, he tried to keep talking.

"Um, I, remember the books? The two big books?"

"Book of Life, book of Death. Yeah, I remember. Why?"

"I, um, ever hear of...of a third one?"

"Noooot really."

BANG!

"Why? What do you think it'd be?"

"Um..."

"Come on, I wanna hear a story, if you got one."

"Well, um...porn."

"...Come again?"

"I...I got this book..."

"What, off of MagicBooks.com or something?"

"I'm serious! Please, I..."

"...Look, I'm kinda busy now, but if you need some help, I'm free tomorrow afternoon. Meet you then?"

"...Sure...Sure, that works."

"Sorry I can't be there sooner, but -"

"Yeah...yeah, I understand. Bye, Rashii."

Tapping the communicator again, he slumped back against the seat, groaning. What was he going to do for 24 hours? What the flipping fuck was he going to do?

Well, his dick had an idea, but that didn't fucking count!

The End