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The Porn Note

Chapter 12: The Power of the Note

By Draconicon

Malcolm blinked at the demon's announcement, his mouth slowly falling open as he stared at the multi-armed monster on the other end of the call. The mouse slowly shook his head, having to slap himself to bring himself back to normal thought.

"You're insane. The idea of destroying any of them is bad enough. Why the hell would you try and get rid of all three?"

"Because the Books are the source of most of the problems in the world."

"...Not that I'd disagree about that in the case of your book, but -"

"And yours. And Jonah's. Do you think that this all happens that easily?"

The demon held up his book again, the dark cover almost seeming to pull his attention without any effort. Malcolm had to force his head away from it, making himself stare at the demon instead as he went on.

"I've had this thing for years. Literally, years. I've been finding every which way to use this thing to make sure that its energy doesn't pile up and let it cause something to wipe out part of the world. I've pushed myself to be as brilliant as possible, to think of ways of hurting people that only does so much, that they can recover from, so that the book doesn't have another explosion of destruction from inactivity."

"It's still been hurting people."

"Hurting people is better than killing them."

Greydrone tucked his Book under one of his many arms, leaning in towards the camera. He glared through it, the demon slowly shaking his head.

"Do you know what it's like, day after day, coming up with new ways to hurt people? Do you know what it's like, waking up and having to have your first thoughts be, 'How many people do I have to kill to use up enough energy?' It's not pleasant. Not. At. All. And I've been doing this for years, now."

The demon held up the book.

"This...thing...is a universe killer. It wants to do so much more than it already has, and I'm only barely keeping it in check with this little war between me and Jonah. I want to get rid of it...but I need something else to make that happen."

"Let me guess. My book."

"I need all three. I've found a way to get around the loophole that they all have, and we can get rid of them for good."

"Pardon me, but I must ask."

Malcolm turned, shaking his head at Taj. The tiger ignored him, however, stepping forward with the most curious expression on his face that he'd ever had. The feline stepped into camera view, waving to catch the demon's attention.

"My most sincere apologies, but I have been thinking about the Books myself. They are fascinating things, but from what I have understood, the three of them are the primal sources of the forces of Death, Life, and Libido. Would not getting rid of them rid the universe of these three great constants at the same time?"

"Not necessarily, heh. I've been theorizing on it a lot, and working it out. There's a very good chance that the three Books will be destroyed, but the forces they embody will remain, though much weakened. They'll continue to pump the universe with their different powers, but they'll not be building up and causing catastrophes in the process."

"So...why haven't you gone to Jonah with this idea yet?"

The demon turned back to Malcolm, the movement ever so slow. By the time Greydrone's eyes were on his, he knew that he probably should have kept his mouth shut.

Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, he could see that Rashii was already working on disconnecting the call. She'd gotten behind the projector, fiddling with the wires. At least, he hoped that was what she was doing. If it was something else, he didn't know what sort of help it would be.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep the demon's attention.

"So, why not get Jonah's help?"

"Do you seriously think that he would ever give me the time of day, let alone help on something this big?"

"...probably not, but if you need it -"

"I need your help. And more importantly, I need to get you off this island and back into the rest of the world. You're using the power of the Book there, but I can feel it from out here. It's not going to be enough to actually keep it satisfied for long. There's going to be an explosion of porn before long if you don't find something bigger to use it for."

"I haven't had any problems so far."

"You will."

He glanced down again, trying to make out what Rashii was doing. The snake had her hands shoved under the communicator, connecting some old wires from the house to it. He tried to mouth a question at her, but she didn't respond. However, as soon as the wires touched, there was a flicker through the connection. The demon blinked.

"What was that?"

"I don't know. Maybe a loose signal?"

"There's no such thing with this. I'm not even talking to you through a normal connection."

"Pardon me, Malcolm, but I believe there is an intruder in this call. I will ensure his departure."

The feminine voice of AMI caught him by surprise, as did the sudden blue light that filled one side of the picture in front of him. Greydrone turned as if it was physically there, and glared at it.

"This isn't the time, you idiotic AI. Get out of here."

"My responsibility is to take care of Malcolm, and secondarily, to maintain the health of his friends. My databases state that Crypto is at the top of the list of threats to him and his friends. I will not allow your presence here."

The mouse stared as a digital battle waged right there in front of him, with the presence of the demon getting slowly shoved back by the glowing blue light of AMI. The AI should have been overwhelmed in seconds, but somehow, she was pushing through the signal with every bit of intensity of a top-grade antivirus going after a weak little system invader. In less than a minute, all but a corner of the screen was taken up with the blue light, and Greydrone glared out through the little corner.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but if anything will get you moving, this will!"

The demon whipped the book open, and wrote something. Then, AMI's light extinguished him, the screen completely blue.

"Threat to Mr. Malcolm and friends, terminated."

"Woooow. That was pretty impressive, AMI," the tiger said with a chuckle.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Taj. It was simply my duty."

"Well, duty or not, she just saved our asses," Rashii muttered as she pulled herself out from behind the console. "Looks like she's on our side, after all. No reason to save us if she wasn't."

"Maybe..."

Malcolm wasn't entirely convinced, but it was better than nothing, and it was a lot better than keeping Greydrone's attention for too much longer. But what did he mean, 'this' would get them moving?

Suddenly, Taj collapsed, clutching at his chest. The tiger gasped for breath, heaving, panting, shaking as he flopped onto his back. The mouse and snake dropped to their knees, Malcolm grabbing him by the shoulder.

"Taj? Taj, what's wrong?"

"My sensors indicate that Mr. Taj is having a heart attack."

"Oh, fuck. No, no, don't do this. Don't do this!"

"Can't...can't...breathe...rather...an interesting...feeling."

"Shut up and save your breath!" Rashii grunted, leaning forward. "I'm going to try some CPR, buy us some time. Can you do anything with the book?"

"I...I don't..."

"Figure something out!"

She leaned forward, thumping her hands down on his chest and then leaning down to puff air into his mouth. As the tiger struggled to breathe, Malcolm flipped open the book. There had to be something. This was the book that both of them wanted. This was the thing that was supposed to mess with reality so much that they both quivered. He wanted...he needed to come up with something. Taj was his friend. He couldn't let him die.

"Sensors indicate that Mr. Taj's oxygen level is dropping, despite CPR. Estimates indicate that he will be dead within five minutes."

That wasn't enough time for an ambulance. No chance in hell that he was going to be able to get them to a hospital in time. Not even with the book. Teleportation wasn't sexy, and he couldn't think of anything that he could turn Rashii or himself into that would be both fast and sexy. There was no way to actually get them to any sort of life support in time, and that was if it would even work against the Book of Death.

Think of something, anything! he shouted in his head. You have the Book of Porn here. It's the single most powerful thing you could ever have. It fixed the universe, it should be able to fix this!

The question was, how? Taj was dying, and there was no way that that could be sexy...unless one had a thing for the undead...or spirits...

That's it!

"Rashii! I have something, just...keep him alive for a little longer."

"Mr. Taj's oxygen levels are plummeting. Brain death will occur in T-minus 30 seconds."

He grabbed an open page and scribbled out the idea, desperately laying it out as specifically as he possibly could. He had to force himself to slow down at one point, fearing that a missed word would make the whole thing unworkable. The time was clicking away, with AMI counting down the seconds one by one. Out of the corner of his eye, Taj was slumping back, his body going still aside from a few micro-twitches.

And then, he put down the period.

"0. Mr. Taj's brain functions have ceased...And have begun again."

"Thank...gods..."

The mouse flopped down on his ass as he watched the transformation he'd pushed occur. There were few creatures in the world that were immune to the idea of a heart attack, but demons and other undead creatures were some of them. He'd heard of various such things, and it seemed most fitting for Taj to become a Rakshasa.

He smiled slightly as the tiger warped in place, his body becoming more muscular and taking on the black and gold colors of the hindu demon. Taj laid there for a moment, his lips moving slightly as bigger, sharper fangs grew in to replace what he had, and his fingers and toes grew claws that were beyond the length of any sane anthro. They looked like knives, and sharper than knives, able to cut through things that most people wouldn't even know existed.

Finally, Taj opened his eyes. They glowed red as he sat up, looking back and forth, before glancing down at himself. He turned one hand over, and then the other, starting to click his fingers together a few times. The claws were quite loud as they tapped together, and he slowly shook his head.

"I'd like not to repeat that experience, thank you. Also, owwwwww."

The tiger groaned, rubbing his tongue before pulling his fingers back out. Malcolm guessed that he'd bitten himself a few times in the process before getting used to the new chompers. He shook his head, walking over and patting the tiger on the back.

"Are you okay?"

"Mm-hmm...not sure...What just happened?"

"Well, um...you died."

"...But I'm right here."

"Yeah, you died, and you got brought back, and...I'm not entirely sure if you're living or dead, to be completely honest with you."

"So, I'm Schrodinger's Tiger?"

"...Sure, let's go with that."

"Fascinating. Truly fascinat - ow!"

The tiger rubbed his sore mouth as the mouse looked back at the screen. AMI continued to buzz idly there, showing a readout of Taj's vital signs. He glanced over them, and saw that the brainwaves were pulsing happily, but the heart...that was still flat-lined. There was no activity there in the slightest, and he winced as he thought about Taj actually losing the power that was keeping him alive right then.

Not to mention the cost that's going to emerge in a few seconds.

"Rashii, I'd suggest getting naked."

"Why?"

"Because to make it sexy, I had to make him a Rakshasa that feeds off of sex."

"...Fiiiiiine."

He didn't look back at them as the suddenly aroused tiger demon leaped onto the snake, and instead put his attention towards AMI. He whispered to her.

"Can you put yourself on a low volume, please?"

"Certainly, Master Malcolm."

He waited to see if either of his friends were listening, but they were too engaged in their rapid humping. The soft sounds of sex were much louder when one of them was a demon, particularly as the tiger pulled Rashii's hands behind her back and started pounding her like a bitch. The mouse shook his head, turning back to the AI.

"I can't imagine heading to Greydrone now, but we will need help. What is the likelihood of Jonah still being willing to talk with us about the Books?"

"100%, Master Malcolm."

"And how high is the chance that he'll actually be reasonable about it?"

"Currently standing at 30%, rising to 40% if he believes that you are against Greydrone."

"Well, that's something."

He weighed the idea in his mind. The stag had the Book of Life, which was probably the only thing that could work to both restore the tiger to life, and give him his old body back. There wasn't anything else that could do it, as far as he knew. His Book could reverse the demonization, and maybe, maybe Greydrone could reverse the death spell, but that was much less likely.

If he was going to get Taj back to his normal self, he'd need to get Jonah's help, and he doubted that his friends would like that idea.

"Set up a message from me to System. Don't send, but have it ready. Mention something along the lines that I want to get in touch with Jonah, and I'm ready to talk terms."

"Of course, sir."

AMI beeped softly as he turned back to the fucking couple. They had switched positions again, with Rashii pressed face-first against the wall of the hut that they were all in, her tail raised and off to the side, and her ass getting fucked hard. Her scaly rump was bouncing and shaking with every thrust, and he blushed as he watched the tiger's balls slamming into her pussy. They were...definitely bigger than he remembered them being only a few hours ago. He cleared his throat.

"Um, guys..."

They kept fucking, the tiger's cock almost seeming to swell as he pulled out of the snake. Those barbs were huge, Malcolm realized, thick and pointed and probably giving Rashii all sorts of stimulation. The big feline spanked her before slamming in again, harder, faster, deeper than before.

He bit his lip, knowing that they didn't have much time, but knowing just as well that interrupting the pair of them wouldn't go well for him. Taj would need this for food from here on out, and he was pretty sure that Rashii needed the stress relief. Heavens knew that she wasn't getting it from him. He sat down, waiting and watching as his cock started throbbing in his pants from the show.

By the time they were done, he had almost given into the temptation to start stroking himself to what they were doing. He had his hand on his zipper, and he barely pulled it away as they finally turned around. Taj's eyes were no longer gleaming like the devil himself was staring out from behind them, and Rashii had that contented face that always came from her orgasms. The snake woman sat down, chuckling.

"That's better. Now, what were you saying?"

"I'm...wondering what you two would think about going back to System."

Her eyes went wide.

"Are you fucking CRAZY?!"

"Well, a little."

"Obviously! There's no way you'd even suggest that if you weren't. We just got away from there!"

"But we need the...We need the Book of Life if we're going to fix Taj."

"He is fixed! Look at him! He's better than ever."

"Stronger than ever, certainly," the tiger said, rolling his hand around, shaking his head. "But different, too."

"That's because you don't have a heartbeat anymore, Taj. I looked over your vital signs. Of all the stuff that's supposed to be there, the brainwaves are all that's left."

"...That's not particularly encouraging, Malcolm, I must say."

"But he's still here! It's still Taj, and that's good enough."

"For now, maybe. But what happens if someone else gets the book? What if something goes wrong, and this one fades the way that the other ones eventually did?"

"That only happened because they were set to wear off, though...right?"

"I don't know. There's been so many..."

Malcolm sighed.

"I just...I want to make sure that we're all going to get through this safely. I need to know that we're going to be okay. And I...I can't do that by myself. This Book can only do so much. It needs help if we're going to fix him."

"...Taj?"

The two of them looked at the Rakshasa, and the tiger looked back at them. He flexed his fingers in that disturbing way that the demons did, their hands too sharp and too strange to be recognizable. The demon shook his head a few times.

"I would...like to be normal again. It's interesting, being like this...but I can feel the emptiness. I have to remember to breathe, even though I don't need to. I feel...wrong. Empty."

"That's the demon part," Malcolm muttered. "I'm sorry, Taj, but it was the only way to save you."

"I know. I don't feel ill-will. I don't feel much, actually. I have to remember that."

The three of them fell silent. There was really only one way forward, and they were waiting for someone else to be the one to say it. Malcolm knew that it should be him, as it was his idea, but the last thing he wanted to do was actually talk about going home. The people at the university would remember him, particularly the ones that died. What if he saw them? What if...what if they saw him?

He shivered, forcing down the beginnings of a panic attack as he looked up at Taj. The Rakshasa looked back, and slowly shrugged. His friend wouldn't force it...but he should.

"We're going. AMI, send the message to Jonah. Then look for a flight from here to wherever his headquarters are. I want to be there tomorrow."

"Of course. Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"Some takeout would be nice," Taj said.

"I register four restaurants in walking distance, and twenty in delivery."

"Oh, fuck it...Mal, you go and get us a pizza, I'll handle the flight information," Rashii said.

"Alright....and guys? I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

"It will be alright," Taj added.

"I hope so. Gods, I hope so."

The End