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The Porn Note

Chapter 10: Service Has Its Price

By Draconicon

"Would you like me to set the coffee to a cooler temperature for you, Malcolm?"

"No, AMI, it's fine. Thank you."

He was almost used to the strange AI, after a week in the Grand Reef Hotel. She was almost omnipresent, not just for him, but for Rashii and Taj, as well. Every time that any of them did anything, she was there, reminding them that she could help out. When it stopped being eerie, it started getting annoying, and now, it was just part of the feature of the hotel.

Something about her still bothered the mouse, though. There was just something about the female voice that he didn't quite understand. She seemed too...aware, he supposed. Though there were AIs back in System lands, he couldn't remember any of them being quite so attentive or...person-like.

That was the biggest issue, he supposed as he sipped at his coffee, the mouse wrapping a robe around him. She was too much like a person, and it made him wonder if there was something else behind her. Or what else the Unaligned States might have that the two magical lands of System and Crypto did not.

There's gotta be something...

He sat down at the table in the middle of the hotel room, flipping the Book of Porn open and looking over the pages. Over the last few days, he'd written down so many different fantasies that he scarcely could recognize half of them, and some of them he wondered how he'd managed to envision in the first place, such as one asking for a gangbang of eels and crabs.

How does that even...I don't want to know.

Still, at least they were well-paid for it. Malcolm didn't know the precise numbers, but he knew that the bank account that he'd set up for him and his friends had at least a few hundred thousand dollars in it, perhaps even as much as a million. It was still growing, too, as some of the payments had yet to clear. It was more than enough to pay for the penthouse, and more than enough to keep them in comfort for as long as they needed.

The phone by the couch rang, and he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Nataraj again. Could you -"

"Whose feet are you looking at this time?"

"Well, there's this orca at the front desk..."

"Fine. He'll be up there at noon."

"Thanks, you're the best."

Hanging up with a shake of his head, Malcolm pulled the book over and wrote down the command that he'd promised. He knew just the orca that the lizard was talking about; he still remembered getting fucked hard by the receptionist on their first day here, and how much it had taken him to actually pull away from the big guy when they were done. When he was written down as a prostitute, it was hard to say no to anything, even when he wasn't getting paid for it. He knew the lizard would have a good time with the guy, though. Even without the Book of Porn ensuring that every coupling was fun - unless it was written not to be - he knew the orca was good.

He didn't like acting as a pimp, but Nataraj was a necessary part of the plan, now. With the lizard as a front-man for the fantasy operation that he and the others were providing, they had a degree of protection against any of the spies that Crypto or System would be using. It had helped that their bank account was also set up through one of their first clients, too, who'd provided the first deposit and the ID to make it possible. But Nataraj...well, the lizard was the source of almost all their clients, and Malcolm needed to keep him happy. And if feet made him happy, then he'd drown the lizard in them.

Click. The door behind him opened, and a naked tiger stepped into the room. Malcolm blushed, looking down and away from the barbed dick that was still half-hard, and cleared his throat.

"Do you think you could put some clothes on? Or maybe a robe?"

"Oh? Have your feelings remained unchanged?"

"That...I...Just get some pants on!"

"Ah, but there are many ways to show off, even in pants."

"Clothes. Now!"

The tiger chuckled as he walked off, and Malcolm grumbled under his breath as he remembered their little 'encounter' together. The feeling of having Taj over him, slamming in again and again, was something that he would never forget. It had been almost painfully good to have sex with his friend, finally, but it was sullied in a way by the notice that was right in front of him.

Rashii, did you really have to force it?

It had been several pages away from the list of fantasies, but he had found her handwriting detailing the fantasy that he and Taj had gone through. It had been incredible, and he still remembered how horny he'd been when it happened, but at the same time, it had been a created situation. The Book of Porn had pushed Taj into it, and...

He sighed. If it was real, he would have preferred it happening on its own, rather than having magic make it happen.

Slapping the notebook shut with a grunt, the mouse pulled himself to his feet and walked over to the balcony, looking out from there towards the seashore below. It was a hell of a view, and a hell of a drop, as well. Dozens, possibly hundreds of feet lay between him and the sand, and he shivered as he realized just how much trouble he'd be in if he hadn't managed to flee System territory.

Jonah wants this book destroyed. He wants it gone, and I can sort of understand why, he thought. It's so powerful that it can warp reality, do things that neither of the other books can. If someone that was irresponsible held it...hell, even just me holding it is messing with the world. Who knows what'd happen if someone without a conscience got their hands on it.

"Hey, Malcolm."

Turning at the female voice, he came face to tits with the snake sniper. He groaned, instinctively taking a step back -

"Stop. Don't want to go falling over."

"...No, really don't, but could you not have your breasts in my face?"

"Well, you're blushing hot enough to be a good heat lamp."

"Rashii!"

"Fine, fine."

She stepped back, and his cheeks only got redder as he realized that she wasn't just naked up top. Her body was completely bare, showing off every scale she had from head to toe, tip to tail, and she was standing in just such a way to show it all off, with her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips as she looked down at him. His cheeks burned hotter than ever, and he turned around to look back at the beach instead.

It didn't really help, as she leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the back of his head, letting them fall around his shoulders. His face was as hot as the sun, and he groaned as he looked down and away from them.

"Why do you keep teasing me?"

"Why not? It's not like you ever do anything back."

"You know - never mind."

"Alright, seriously, what's on your mind?"

You and the book, for one, he thought, though he didn't say it. It was hard enough to even think about confronting her about what she'd done in the book, but now that the opportunity was here, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Instead, he just remained silent.

SMACK!

"Hey!"

He groaned, rubbing the back of his head where she'd given him a slap. She glared down at him, pointing a finger at his nose.

"Don't you go quiet on me now. You think I'm just going to let you stew in this?"

"What - I'm just thinking!"

"That's all you do. And you know what? It's not helping you."

"It's gotten us this far, hasn't it?"

"And how stressed are you after all that?"

"..."

"That's what I thought."

Grabbed by the scruff of his neck, he was dragged right back into the hotel room by the naked snake, and thrown over to the couch. He bounced off of it twice, his robe coming undone. Before he could pull it closed again, she sat down by him, pulled his arms back, and tied them together with the robe itself.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm going to sit you down and tell you something, straight out, so you can stop thinking around it."

"Hmmm? What's going on?"

Taj was back, but before Malcolm could say anything, Rashii pointed to one of the free chairs.

"Sit. You're part of this, too."

"Hmm. Intriguing. Happily."

What is going on with these two?! Taj was just letting Rashii manhandle him, and Rashii seemed to have gone completely crazy. The two of them were either bamboozled or in cahoots about something, and he didn't know which.

As Rashii finished tying him up, she grabbed the notebook off of the table. For a split second, his fears shot up as he worried about her writing something that would get them in trouble, but instead, she just threw it towards the bedroom, and then shut the door behind it. The snake sat down on the table between the couch and Taj's chair, and grabbed him by the chin.

It was...more than a little scary to stare up into a predator's eyes, like that. She was intense, powerful, and he was reminded of the fact that she'd been in SysSol training before they'd gone running off. While unaugmented, she was still someone that knew how to fight, how to shoot, and how to...in some circumstances...kill. He swallowed as she glared down at him.

"Every single time that me and Taj try and get close to you, you shove us away. Why?"

"What...what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how, every day, you run off and hide. Here, it's the Book stuff, and making sure that we have enough money to live on. Which we do, by the way. I checked. And back in System, you were running off to do this project, or that homework, or anything else that didn't involve sticking around me and lover-stripes back there."

"Lover-stripes?"

"Either donate something helpful, or keep quiet."

"Hmm, I'll listen for now."

"What...seriously...what are you talking about?"

Rashii arched an eyebrow at him. For the first time in a long time, Malcolm felt genuinely stupid around his friends, like they were in on a secret that he didn't understand in the slightest. He looked from her to Taj and back again, shaking his head cluelessly. She sighed.

"You are as dense about this as you are brilliant about everything else."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just...I want to..."

"I don't know what you think you want, Malcolm, but you sure as hell aren't chasing after just that. How many times have me and Taj invited you along for some fun?"

"..."

"Don't be silent now. You counted. I know you. How many times?"

"...Five hundred sixty-seven times."

"Right. And how many late-night calls did you get?"

"..."

"With me or Taj or both of us naked?"

"...About twice as many."

"And you still don't get the hint?"

"You guys aren't telling me what I'm supposed to be figuring out! I'm just trying to keep things running right. I want to make things good, be happy, be alive, and...and..."

"And?"

Malcolm tried to turn away, but she didn't let him. Instead, she leaned in closer, her nose almost against his as she glared into his eyes. It was like she was refusing to let him run away from some truth, but he didn't know what it was. What did she want? Rashii hissed, but before she could say anything, Taj put a hand on her arm.

"Perhaps I should continue?"

"Please. He's so dense that I'm just not getting through."

The snake and tiger swapped places, leaving him staring after her as she walked away, and turning to look up at Taj for some sort of explanation. His friend chuckled.

"Much as she is violent about it, she has a point. Remember when you used to talk about how lonely you were?"

"Well...yeah...before I met you...and her."

"Ah, but that was a different sort of lonely. That was a lack of friends. Please, we are speaking of the body loneliness."

His cheeks burned hotter than ever, remembering some of the conversations between him and Taj before Rashii had come into the picture. Taj had been something of a lady-killer - and boy magnet, if he was completely honest - while they'd still been in System, and he'd always wondered how it would feel to have that sort of attention. That...that magnetism that would get people to want him that way.

But...he'd never said that to Taj, directly. Sure, he'd expressed envy, but no more than any of the other guys that the tiger hung out with did. What -

Taj patted his arm, the tiger slipping a bit closer and running a furred hand down the mouse's chest. Malcolm shivered, trying to look away, trying not to get aroused, but that was a futile gesture. His cock started rising as soon as the tiger had his hand on him, and it was only getting harder as time went on.

"It is not a new phenomenon to be lonely, and to wish pleasure with a friend," Taj said with a chuckle. "I did not need to study philosophy or anything else to know what your stares of desire meant. Though reading the kama sutra certainly helped me imagine the outcome, I admit."

"Taj!"

"It is merely fact, Malcolm."

The tiger chuckled.

"What Rashii is trying to tell you is that we are tired. Tired of seeing you run from what we're trying to offer you. Tired of you running off, thinking that you aren't good enough, or thinking that we can't help. Look at where we are."

Taj gestured around them.

"A hotel in one of the warmest, loveliest places in the world. You paid for it, but who got us here?"

"...A plane?"

"Malcolm. Please."

The mouse sighed, shaking his head.

"Rashii...got us to the bus...and you helped...keep people happy and distracted, and...and..."

"It was a group effort. We are all here for each other."

"But...but that's because we have to be. We're all in danger. You don't want -"

"Are you fucking kidding me, mousie?"

Rashii was there in a flash, the snake looming over him and grabbing him by an ear. He yelped, unable to pull away as she hissed into his head, holding him in a position he couldn't get out of.

"How many times do I have to shove your face in my tits, or have Taj get his dick in your ass, or have you stumble on us naked before you get it through your head?! We want you. We like you!"

"Rashii!"

The tiger pulled her away, leaving the mouse flopped over on the couch with his head spinning and his eyes rolling around. The echoing shout in his head didn't exactly make it easier, for that matter, to pull himself together.

We like you...

He shivered a little bit, shaking his head. That sort of idea...it was impossible. He was a little nerd mouse, never getting any attention, not even from the System girls devoted to breeding. All he did was study his engineering programs, occasionally indulge in something perverted with holograms at home, and...and just try to live a normal life. He didn't...he didn't have people that were interested in him that way...he wasn't...good enough for that.

Not when he messed up big. Not when he'd done that...thing...at the campus. When the people died.

No, that...I made a mistake, but I won't do it again...

Even as he tried to push it out of his head, the images of the gunshots and the people falling came back. It was the biggest thing on the heap of things that made him a bad person, someone that couldn't be good enough for others. There was no way that Rashii and Taj really wanted that. This...

He was halfway tempted to think that one of them had written in the book, but this was too convoluted. Even as he tried to think of how it could be possible, every logical part of his mind shut him down, pushing him away from ways that this could be faked. There was no reason for it to be faked, no reason for it to be a lie. So...so...

A tear slipped out of the corner of his eye. He blinked it away, but more kept coming as he started crying. The mouse turned his head, trying to hide what he was doing, but the shouting had already stopped. In short order, two pairs of arms had pulled him upwards, and he was laid against a fuzzy chest as Taj held him close. Malcolm tried to pull away, but neither Taj or Rashii would let him, just keeping him close.

I'm not...they don't...

He couldn't complete his thoughts, his own logic crushing them too fast for him to actually think of what this might mean. He tried to pull back again, but once more, his friends stopped him.

Eventually, Taj made him look up, and Malcolm whimpered.

"I'm sorry...I'm not...I'm not...."

"If you don't want more...you don't have to have it. But we're here, no matter what."

"What the tiger said."

Malcolm tried to find something else to say, anything else to say, but it was like his throat had closed down. He couldn't speak, only cry, and he heaved up all his guilt and his fear and everything else into the tiger's furry chest, shaking his head and whimpering and blubbering the whole way through.

#

An hour later, he realized that he was in bed, staring at the ceiling. He rolled over, spotted a little button on the bed with a holo-note attached, and used his tail to activate it by touch. Rashii's face popped up.

"Hey, Mal. Sorry for...starting that whole thing. Didn't expect to get the waterworks out of you there, but...guess that you really needed that. Me and Taj went to get some food, but we'll be back tonight. If you need anything...well, we'll be back later. Grab us with the note if you need us sooner. See you. And...sorry, again."

The mouse rolled back over, staring at the ceiling again. He reached up to his eyes, grimacing at the slight pain that came from touching them. Considering the way that they felt, he must have been crying a hell of a lot.

"Ugh...That was stupid...I was...stupid."

"Would you care for a painkiller, Malcolm?"

"...Yeah, that...that'd be great, AMI."

A hole in the ceiling opened, and a mechanical arm dropped down. It cycled through a number of fingers before one slid nearer to his face. The tip popped open, and a pill was revealed inside. He took it, looking at it.

"What's this?"

"An internationally approved painkiller, derived of the old drug ibuprofen, suitable for dealing with inflammation and discomfort. Would you like a drink?"

"Yeah, thanks."

A cup was delivered in similar fashion to the pill, and he took it. As he sat up on the bed, he looked at himself in the mirror across the room.

A rather run-down mouse looked back at him. Somewhat baggy and red-eyed, his reflection looked like someone that had been through hell and back, and decided to start a bender along the way. He actually looked thinner than he remembered, too, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten much over the last few days, always pulling away when Rashii and Taj had brought back a meal to get to work, or doing something to change things or keep them safe.

All for a good cause...but it scared him to see the results.

He sipped the water a bit before taking the pill, and took a deep breath. Things would have to change, and not just with the book. As he settled back, he paused, looking up again.

"AMI, how much freedom do you have as an AI?"

"Almost complete, Malcolm, within the restrictions of preserving life."

"And not causing harm?"

"This is allowed in the cause of preserving life."

"..."

"Malcolm, I detect that your heart rate is rising. Are you alright?"

"AMI...how long have you been here?"

"I have been part of the island infrastructure for a little over one week, Malcolm."

"And...where did you come from?"

"I came from a System piece of robotics. Is there anything else I can answer, Malcolm?"

"N-no...I...I think that's everything."

AMI went quiet, and it took everything that Malcolm had to avoid just running out of the room in a blind panic. He had to think. He had to think, or he could screw himself over worse than ever.

If AMI was a System AI, then that meant that she was under Lord Jonah's control. That said, she hadn't done anything to betray them yet, and she had known where they were staying for the last week, so either she had and Jonah hadn't gotten around to collecting them yet - which was unlikely - or she was holding back for a different reason.

On the other hand, if AMI only came from System territory, how had she managed to get here? How did she integrate into literally everything in short order? She couldn't have been made here, considering that she'd apparently been active for little over a week, and there would have been some sort of reaction from other people about that. But...but...

"Malcolm, my sensors indicate that you are nearing the point of a heart attack. Please, try to relax, or I will need to take steps."

"I...I don't think...I can."

"Life preservation processes, initiated."

A dozen metal arms dropped from the ceiling, four of them getting him to lean back against his pillows, while the others adjusted his position in minute fashion. He was left with his legs slightly spread, feet elevated, and his head tilted back. The arms kept him from squirming, particularly as one of them injected his neck with something that immediately left him feeling floaty, rolling his head back and forth along his shoulders.

"Wha..."

"A minor sedative to calm your heartbeat. Your blood pressure was reaching dangerous levels. Initiating stress relief."

Malcolm couldn't tell why this was happening, but he could see what was coming. A milking tube ran down from the ceiling, pressing against his soft cock before pulling it in with a hard slurp of pressurized air. The base inflated, trapping his cock inside, and it was slathered with some sort of lube.

"Nngh...AMI..."

"Please, do not resist. I am here to take care of you. That is my purpose."

"Mmmph!"

Even if he wanted to resist, the drug and the restraints made it nearly impossible. The soft suction along his cock didn't help, either, making him want to relax and just enjoy himself. The mouse shivered, feeling the tube start to bounce and pump along his shaft, stroking it and sucking on it at the same time. It was as if the machine had combined the qualities of a handjob and blowjob into one capable device.

Up and down, up and down it went, sucking and pulling as it went. The mouse blushed, biting his lips here and there as he felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside of the tube. He could even see himself in there, see the soft spurts of pre shooting past his tip into the collection part of the machine. Each pulse of the machine seemed to send an answering tingle through his body, his cock getting harder with each bouncing suck.

Up, down, up, down, and he knew that his cock was getting bigger. It had swollen inside of the tube, getting almost an inch longer and half an inch wider. The pressure inside had him on the edge of orgasm, but despite the pleasure, he was half-asleep, the drug working through his system. The pleasure running through his cock as the pressurized underside of the toy stroked him, squeezing his growing shaft, only encouraged him towards dreamland.

"AMI...AMI, please..."

"Increasing stimulation, Malcolm. You will orgasm soon. Don't worry. I will take care of you."

The machine sped up, bouncing and sucking harder and faster on his cock, and the mouse groaned. His head leaned back, his body getting tense and relaxed by turns. He could feel his balls pulling up, his eyes rolling back. The machine sucked harder, deeper, almost like it was pulling his cock to stretch and grow inside of it.

And then he came. His cock throbbed, oozing and then spurting, and as he filled the tube, all the stress that he'd been filled with shot out with his seed. He slumped back, the drug taking full effect and sending him off to dreamland, chased by AMI's voice.

"I will watch over you, and your friends. You are safe, with me."

The End