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The Porn Note

Chapter 6: Ganging Up

By Draconicon

Lord Jonah steps into the apartment, feeling the magic of the other book around him. He looks about, his eyes sweeping the walls from the doorway, his annoyance clear on his face. The terrorist has already fled, somehow getting through the cordon outside. On the off-chance that the mouse is still around, he has to search the place. Simple, now, but only because he's removed the magic that took the apartment out of reality for a few hours.

He gestures at one of the Sys-Sols, an augmented rhino. The male steps through the doors, and immediately starts to strip down. Jonah shakes his head, the stag holding out his hand against the other Sys-Sols.

"He's going to be cursed. Let's see what happens to him first..."

"...Well, that fucking sucks."

So much for the brilliant plan of entrapping Jonah beneath his other men, though he hadn't expected it to really work. Still, it had been worth a shot, and at least now the stag would be working on taking down the various traps that he'd left behind rather than just rushing through it. As he remembered from the locker room, awareness that the Porn Note had done something didn't negate the effects.

Malcolm tucked the note under his arm again, shaking his head as the voyeurism effects faded. It was still dizzying, and he was still tired, but there was no use hanging around here. He needed to get somewhere else and start setting up more traps until he could get out of here.

And considering his next goal, he could kill two birds with one stone by heading over to the university.

His earlier command that the smog would turn him on and make him cum came back to bite him in the ass, though. As the air shifted around him, Malcolm went from clear-headed to hard-dicked in the space of seconds flat, and the short walk ended up taking much longer as he ended up collapsing no less than five times and cumming hard in his pants. The incredibly early hours at least kept him from being seen, but it was still an embarrassed mouse that reached the grounds of System University 23 at four in the morning.

Thankfully, only the robotic turrets were guarding the entrance at this hour. They let him in after showing them his badge, and a quick command in the Book of Porn made sure that they wouldn't transfer it. He probably had kick-started some sort of AI revolution with the fact that he made them start talking about him like they were interested in using their parts to fuck him, but it would at least slow down the system.

The mouse made his way to the gym, where he picked out his other clothes and changed into them so that he wasn't walking around in cum-soaked clothes all day long. His shirt wasn't great, considering he hadn't had a chance to take it out for a wash after a week there, but there wasn't much he could do about that now. Not without doing a lot of thinking about making it sexy. He just put it on, and then walked to the library building.

Glad this thing's open at all hours of the day, he thought as he tapped at the panel by the door. A different student number - one belonging to a bull that was graduating next week - was enough to get it open. He stepped into the darkened room, waited for the lights to turn on above, and made his way through.

The stacks of computers and pads for reading were all turned off, but it was an easy enough task to turn them on.

All computers will turn to a random porn site and fill the room with moans.

And so it was. The mouse walked through the lines of computers, letting the echoes of male and female moans chase him towards the far end of the library. It would be a distraction at the very least, and it was time to start stretching the capabilities of the Porn Note...after he made a couple of phone calls.

The public phones were by the stairs in the back. They were old, dusty, and didn't have a video screen, but they were also so old that they were off of the main System network. The fact that they cost money still made sure that most people didn't use them, but an archaic law of having these things around made sure that they were still connected to some service. He pulled out a little metal disk he'd pocketed from home, and slid it in. Thankfully, the machine was stupid enough to accept it as cash, and beeped.

Okay, Taj, this would be the best time in the world to be 'open to the universe,' he thought as he dialed the tiger's number. Pick up, pick up, pick up...

The tiger eventually picked up, and he heard a yawn on the other end, followed by the click of a bunch of teeth tapping together.

"Ungh...Hello?"

"Taj, it's me."

"I'm sleepy. Who's me? And who is you? And what is -"

"It's your mouse friend."

"Mmmph? Are we doing some sort of spiritual exercise here?"

"No, it's trouble. Look, I need you to get down to the university now. Call Rashii, get her to come, too. This is an emergency."

"Nnngh..."

"Ugh!"

He pulled the notebook up, writing in it as he spoke.

"Taj, I'm really sorry about this, but I need you to take this seriously, so -"

Taj will turn from a male to a female for ten seconds, and realize that this is NOT normal!

Just for good measure, he underlined 'not' three times. The subsequent yowl on the other end of the phone told him that the command had worked, at least. He waited for the tiger to say something...and waited some more.

"Awwww."

"...You tried to grope yourself, didn't you?"

"You gave me breasts. The chance to experiment with something like that demanded I do so."

"Look, do you at least believe me now?"

"Yeah, I believe you. I'll be right there."

"Good."

He put the phone down, and took out the notebook one more time. It was getting a little full on one page, so it was time for another. He sat down, drawing a box on the page, and then wrote a command above it, excepting himself, Taj, and Rashii from the command that would be placed within the box.

Then, he set to work. He put every worry about being a pervert out of his head, and just wrote as fast as he could. If he was going to keep himself and the other two safe from Jonah and Sys-Sol, he needed to make sure that they were as well-protected as possible.

#

The others didn't show up until a little past dawn, around 7 AM, and by then, he was just about ready to collapse. The Book of Porn was tucked under his arm, and the mouse had gone to lie down beneath one of the computer desks. It was there that he was woken up by a hand on his shoulder.

"GAH!"

He jumped, his hand going for the notebook, his head rebounding off of the desk above him, and a whole lot of 'ows' filling the air while his friends stifled a chuckle. Malcolm groaned, opening one eye as he rubbed his head.

"Took you two long enough..."

Taj reached down, helping him out. As the mouse got to his feet, he rubbed his eyes. He needed to get some sleep soon, or he was just going to fall over. He was running on pure adrenaline right now, and that would only work for so long. If he didn't -

Click.

He looked up as Taj turned off one of the monitors, and hurriedly grabbed the tiger's arm before he could turn off another.

"Please...don't do that."

"Why? I mean, the porn's okay, but -"

"Trust me, just...don't. Rashii?"

"I don't have any problem with it. Guys are a little small for me, admittedly, but -"

"More information than I needed right now."

Malcolm took a deep breath. He was getting snippy. He needed to calm down. Nodding towards the stairs at the back of the library, the mouse led the way out and up a few floors. They went to the top of the building, and then to the meeting room on the far end. Normally, it was restricted to teachers, but then again, it was easy enough to get in when one knew the trick of it. Or just had a magic book.

He pushed the door open tiredly, flopped into a chair, and gestured for his friends to do the same. Taj was quick enough to do it, while Rashii did it with the speed of someone indulging a crazy person. He couldn't entirely blame her. This was something way out of the normal course of life.

After putting the book down on the table, he looked between them. He wasn't sure if they'd heard Jonah's broadcast yesterday, but if they had, they didn't look like they were bothered by or believed it.

"Guys...I'm in trouble. And, if I'm right, you might be too."

"Oh? Trouble seems to have a way of spreading. I remember reading a philosophy -"

"Shut it, Taj." Rashii shook her head. "What kind of trouble?"

"Honestly?"

"Generally the best thing."

"Sys-Sol trouble, all the way up to Jonah."

They whistled, and he pushed the book forward a few inches. Taj looked down at it, Rashii did not.

"This is the, um, thing that they're after. You might not have heard, but I kiiiiinda pissed off Jonah yesterday, and...um...well..."

"...Are you saying you are the one responsible for that church orgy?"

He blushed worse at the snake's question, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to figure a way to say it. In a way, he still couldn't believe what he'd done. Started an orgy, gone on a city-wide escape from Jonah, gotten rimmed on the sidewalk by a taxi driver, trapped the entire library with sexual ideas, and now, he couldn't say it because it made him sound like a pervert. What was wrong with him?

"Well...it's not...kinda...I mean..."

"Heh, bullshit, Malcolm. There's no way you did that."

"I swear, I'm telling you the truth here."

"There's two magic books. There's no more magic than that."

"Oh, there's many sources of magic, Rashii," the tiger threw in. "Why, just this morning, I became a woman for ten seconds."

"Yeah, we know about your weird meditations, Taj."

"No, I believe this one was quite physical. I know how a boob feels. And now I know how it feels to have a nipple twisted when it's more sensitive. The answer is, not good."

The snake and tiger turned to each other, Rashii's eyes narrowing in annoyance, while it was clear that Taj was right back to the phone call, thinking about how it had felt to be female. Malcolm grumbled to himself. This was going nowhere. He thrust the book across the table hard enough to smack against the snake's arm.

"Fine! Write something in it. Let that prove it to you."

"What? This thing? What's this, a little fantasy journal for you?"

"I'm telling you, it's magic. Just write something, and you'll see."

"...Fine."

She opened the book, and wrote -

Malcolm gets up from his seat, walking as if in a daze to the tiger next to him. The mouse slowly crawls into the feline's lap, kissing him on the lips, his muzzle slowly drawing down the other male's neck, nibbling and panting all the way. He can't believe how hot he feels, utterly sweltering in his clothes. His mind goes elsewhere, drifting away as he is pushed back on the table. The mouse stares upwards as the tiger climbs over him, bulge already grinding against his ass, his own cock so hard that it hurts.

Their clothes slide off easily, disappearing as if they'd never been. His ass puckers, and the tiger's cock swells with need above him. He looks down, blushing slightly, but knowing he needs it too much to wait. No safety, no condoms. Nothing but pleasure. The mouse spreads his legs as the tiger comes close and -

Smack! Smack!

"Whoa, whoa! I thought this was important!"

The impact of the Book of Porn on his head was enough to snap him out of the male/male fantasy that he'd been about to act out, and he blushed as he realized that he was bottomless and spread out on the table. Taj was above him, just as bottomless, rock hard, and -

"Get that monster away from my butt!"

He wiggled backwards quickly, dragging himself away from that thick, barbed shaft, and grabbed the notebook out of Rashii's hand. The snake still seemed dumbfounded, unable to hold onto the book while he opened it to see what she'd written. It was so silly sounding that he had to read it out.

"Taj and Malcolm act out a yaoi hentai..."

"Well, I wanted something you wouldn't expect..."

"And this turns you on?"

"NO! I just...find it funny..."

Shaking his head, he looked to the corner for their clothes, but, true to the feelings in his head when he was acting it out, they were gone. Disappeared to nothingness. Grumbling under his breath, he wrote out some painted-on latex pants for them. It wasn't ideal, but at least it covered their bodies.

Taj shook his head a few times, and Rashii took a deep breath.

"Okay, I can see why you're in trouble now. Is this what you were talking about on Saturday?"

"Yeah. It's why I wanted to talk to you."

"I should have made more time on Sunday. Sorry. I just..."

"Didn't think I was serious?"

"Yeah. That was a mistake."

"...Apology accepted."

The tiger cleared his throat, interrupting them.

"I don't mean to be the guy that asks for exposition, but..."

"No, it's probably a good idea. Basically, this is part of a family of books, along with Jonah's book and whatever one that Crypto has. They can't affect each other directly, and they're alive, and they've killed...they've killed the universe a couple of times."

The fact that I can say that with only one stutter, he thought. Things really are getting weirder all the time.

The three of them sat there in silence for a few minutes, and he watched them to see their reaction. Taj, it seemed, had slipped into a quiet mini-meditation. He knew the look on the tiger's face, knew the way that his friend needed a little time to process information when it was on this level. It wasn't what he hoped for, but it was better than what it could be. Rashii, on the other hand -

Her chair scraped against the floor as she got up, circling the table. He tried and failed to grab her by the wrist, then jumped between her and the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get a gun."

"From where?!"

"Sys-Sol armory. They have a whole collection for recruits."

And she was one, he remembered. Not implanted yet, but getting trained in weapon use and protocol. He hesitated. The Book of Porn was a good defense, but if they could have a few weapons, as well, it could end up making all the difference.

She didn't give him a chance to consider it. No sooner had he stopped talking than she reached down, picked him up, and moved him over to the side. It happened so fast that he was almost unaware of the process, and blinked as she walked past him and back to the stairway. He pointed to her, to himself, and then back again before turning to Taj.

"What just happened?"

"I believe she just manhandled you in the quickest of ways."

"She's good."

"Agreed. Now, tell me...how much can you change with this thing? I'm really curious, now."

"Well..."

He spent the next twenty minutes explaining the book and what he'd done to Taj, the tiger excited and concerned by turns. He was just getting up to his escape from his apartment when Rashii returned, kicking open the door and throwing down a full duffel bag onto the table. The pair of them jumped back as the snake pulled out a pistol, handing it over to him.

"Uh..."

"You're gonna want something beside the book."

"Um...why?"

"Three reasons. One, if someone manages to get it out of your hands, you'll want to have something to fight with besides something magic. Two, you can't fuck Jonah up with that book, but you can sure as hell shoot him. Three, if they're coming here, I want my best friends to have something on them I know works."

Jonah...coming here...

He slapped his forehead, groaning under his breath. Stupid, stupid. Fiddling with the AI at the front of the university or not, Jonah already knew where he lived. That meant they had his name, and his file. The only thing keeping them off of the campus was time, if that.

The mouse groaned, shaking his head a few times. He'd been setting up a bunch of traps for a minor Sys-Sol chase, but Rashii was right. The guns, the weapons that they had on campus were just a reminder of how serious the System would take this. They'd come for him, and anyone that was close. Which meant that they didn't have a lot of time until the campus would be invaded.

He took the pistol after a moment, and Taj took his, as well. As the snake woman pulled a sniper rifle over her shoulder and tucked two pistols into her belt, and started stocking a third weapon with ammo, Malcolm walked over to the meeting room window.

From there, he was able to look over the whole campus. The fake grass on the grounds, the bubble of air over their heads, the many different buildings with all the different classes, and...

And students that were slowly filtering off of the grounds instead of into it. There were often some students that attended night classes, and a significant portion that arrived at the university early in order to get work done. They never started leaving at this time of day. The exoduses always began around noon or five, not this early. Which meant that someone had told them to leave. Which meant that System was trying to clear the campus for as clear a shot at them as it could get.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Guys, we have a problem."

"Unless the problem is a hovertank coming over the walls, I think we got it covered," Rashii said.

"I think it's worse than that. The students are leaving."

"So?"

"So, since when do the night students leave when there's beds here, and they get free breakfast and lunch?"

"...Damn it, they're going to bring in the big guns."

"Yeah. Taj...um..."

"Yes?"

"Check my thinking. How, uh, immoral would it be to write a way to keep the students here?"

"Hmmm, let's see. You'd be creating a hostage situation in which you are the hostage taker, against someone that is the legitimized form of law. It is an interesting situation, though, as the law is enforced through magic and has been compared to dictatorships in the past, which have seldom been good for the people. So, precedent might be on your side. Then again -"

"Can't you just give me a yes or no?"

"It's a little too much of a gray area. Sorry. But as the hostage taker, you are going to be closer to the immoral side, through the theft of personal freedom for a short amount of time."

"Yeah...that's what I was afraid of."

Not to mention that that's what this book seems to do all the time, he thought, staring at the Book of Porn. Being under its influence, even for a very short amount of time, had left him with a profound respect for its power. There was no moment where one could fight against it. No chance of doing something that hadn't been commanded of you. It was like you stopped being an individual and became a character in someone else's story, following the role that you were given and nothing more.

It sent a shiver down his spine, just thinking about it. Even though he'd been completely happy doing it...

Okay, let's just get through this, then we can have a talk about the morality of this thing. For now, live another day.

"Rashii...um..."

"What?"

"You said that the guys on screen were a bit too small for you, right?"

"...Oh, fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck -"

#

"Fuck me, everybody!"

The snake's sultry voice echoed out across the auditorium, calling out to every naked male in the group. Taj was already with the ladies, and there was a third crowd that was crossing back and forth, with those that preferred their own gender over the other. Malcolm blushed as he watched the developing orgy in front of him from behind the stage curtain, his cheeks burning as he looked at the way that Rashii took a t-rex cock up her ass and a knotted dog cock up her pussy at the same time, bouncing between the men with a moan on her lips.

Both of them had agreed to this particular orgy, though Taj had been quicker to say yes than Rashii had. The military snake had been all too eager to say fuck the distraction and just blast their way out, but he couldn't let her do that. He'd tried to pull a more general command with the crowd - that All students would come to the auditorium and fuck - but something had gone wrong. He hadn't considered it...sexy enough, he supposed, for the Book of Porn to actually accept it.

He could, however, accept it with his friends involved. And that had been the selling point.

He flicked his eyes over to Taj, and saw that the tiger was having just as good a time, pounding a hippo woman in a doggy-style position while his own ass was fucked by a rat from behind. The mouse rubbed at his bulge a few times at the show, shaking his head as he pulled his head back. As the sound of the orgy chased him, from masturbation to the schluck-schluck of thrusting and fucking, he looked down at the notebook again.

A quick voyeurism write-up let him look in on the Sys-Sols at the edge of the school. Some students were trying to get back in, but had been pushed back. He could see that there were over three hundred armored Sys-Sol individuals out there, as well as two large armored vehicles. Not what he wanted to deal with...not sure that he could deal with them.

Jonah was nowhere to be seen, though. Since he'd seen him in the earlier vision, he was sure that he would have seen the stag if he was around. For now, though...

Okay, first priority, keep the vehicles from getting in as long as possible. Second priority, slow down the soldiers.

The first was easy enough. He built on the already existing command that the turrets were interested in playing with him, telling them that they'd be jealous of someone else trying to take him, and that they'd know that the big, strong vehicles were planning to take him away and make him their bitch. He paused as he wrote that, surprised that he found a small swelling in his dick at the thought.

Okay, apparently I get turned on when people are jealous about me...or when cars want to make me their bitch. One or the other, and I really hope it's the former.

In his mind's eyes, he saw the turrets suddenly swing their weapons around, fixing them on the vehicles. Four pulses rocked the mental picture, and suddenly the hoverjets on the vehicles were shot out, the turrets screaming something in binary. He decided not to ask for a translation.

That would slow them down, but he needed something more. Malcolm waited for the two minute voyeurism write-up to fade, and then looked out into the audience. He could just barely make out the sports teams waiting in the back, and as he looked over the muscular men and the limber ladies, an idea popped into the back of his head...

The End