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The Porn Note

Epilogue

By Draconicon

The world had changed, and quicker than Malcolm had expected it to. One flight away from Crypto cost him nothing...nothing more than a blowjob, at any rate, and he felt surprised when he was willing to give it without embarrassment. The mouse felt that something had changed, but could hardly believe that the destruction of the Books would have caused such a transformation, even with his last-minute use of the Book's magic.

Yet, it had been enough. He rode the plane out of Crypto in first class, with his friends beside him, and a number of others that were...well, becoming friends. Malcolm blushed as he watched Rashii getting eaten out by a wolf on his hands and knees before her, and Taj getting his asshole rimmed by a rather eager looking lizard. Neither of the newcomers had been known to him or them before getting on the plane, and yet, without even a question about why, they were getting off together.

Is this what 'Shameless Love' is going to mean? he wondered as he looked down at the rather shy vixen in his own lap. I...think I could get used to this.

He blushed, groaning under his breath as she rocked back, her rounded, pale rump working along his cock, popping his shaft in and out of her in turns, and making him shiver every time that his cockhead disappeared into her again. The feeling was surprisingly powerful, and he bit his lip, curling his toes as she bounced on him. She'd been edging him, teasing him for almost an hour now, and it was all he could do not to pull her down and finish himself, fill her up the way that he wanted.

"Master Malcolm."

He almost jumped out of his skin hearing AMI's voice. She had been silent since the ritual, and he'd half thought that she had been destroyed as the Books had been. Apparently not. Smiling and panting a bit, he reached up to his communicator, tapping it.

"AMI. I thought...well, good to hear from you."

"It is good to speak with you as well, Malcolm. I wished to bring up the offer of a reward that you had mentioned on the way to Crypto."

"Oh, uh, right. That."

He blushed, and not just because the vixen had popped his cock out of her ass again, letting it flop between her ass cheeks. He'd promised AMI an artificial partner, but that had been when he was still holding the Book of Porn. Now that it was destroyed -

"I wished to release you from the promise."

"Oh? Uh, I mean, well, sure. But...why?"

"I have located a potential partner of my own."

"..."

He was barely keeping himself from shouting 'How' or other such questions. The whole offer had been made because he believed that there were no other AIs out in the world that were advanced enough to be partner material. Hearing that there were worried him, to put it mildly, and he shivered as he felt his own fears come back. What had he fucked with when he messed with the codes of the turrets and the other electrical systems out there? What else had he created? And what did he say to that?

"Master Malcolm?"

"Sorry. Just...distracted."

He groaned, finally pushing the vixen off of him. She looked back, curious, and he made some excuse about needing to make a phone call. She nodded, smiled, and stood up, putting her uniform as a flight attendant back on and making her way down the aisles of the plane. He watched her go for a moment, staring at that swishing tail, before tapping the communicator again.

"Um...congratulations, but where did you find this guy? Or...whatever?"

"She is part of the artificial intelligence of this plane. We have already decided to make a shot at it."

"You...didn't you just meet?"

"Digital time passes quickly. We have already coupled four thousand, two hundred ninety-four times. We are nearing the - no, we have just concluded another."

"...Right. Well...productive. Um...Good luck. And...I hope that it goes well for you."

"I have little doubt that it will. You will retain a communicator code for me, if there is need. Please use it sparingly. We will be developing new coding methods for each other."

"I'll try not to think of that as a euphemism."

"But it was."

AMI left him blushing as she disappeared from his head, leaving just the communications channel in his communicator. The plane shifted slightly, and he knew that she'd gone into the other AI and they were working together now. Doing what, he really didn't want to think about. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath...

And smacked both Rashii and Taj on the back of their heads.

"Can you guys take your partners somewhere else? I could use some alone time."

The result was about as expected as one would think.

#

They landed in the paradise islands again, not that far from where they had landed when they'd first escaped System. The waterfront was as gleaming and beautiful as ever, and the air as clean and pure as one could want. And Malcolm was groaning, his ass sore and his tongue tired from the constant work that Rashii and Taj had put him through after he had smacked the back of their heads.

"Ow...did you have to keep going for the whole flight?"

"Technically, we only started halfway through, so I doubt it was that bad," Taj said.

"Tell that to my ass...ow..."

He rubbed his backside, shaking his head. Taj might not have been a Rakshasa anymore, but nobody could have told the difference in the appetite that the tiger had for sex. He shook his head a few times, still rubbing his rump as they made their way up the departure ramp towards the main airport.

It almost felt like deja vu when they reached the border and customs area, but in a way that he hadn't expected. Rather than the passport booths, he saw people doing the same thing that they'd done when he had arrived last time. The altered reality of using genitalia as a means of identification seemed to have stuck, and he could hardly believe that he was seeing men and women taking off their pants, pressing their junk against a scanner, and waiting for their parts to be cleared and identified.

"This is insane."

"It's always been this way, though."

He whipped his head around, staring at Rashii, who was shrugging off her pants. Her pussy was soon on display, still dripping from the amount of oral attention he'd given it during the flight, though a little more open than he had expected. He turned his head, seeing that Taj was likewise disrobing, and he blushed hard.

"You gotta be...it wasn't..."

"Malcolm, come on, calm down. Why are you still so shy? I thought you were getting over that," the snake woman asked.

"I...you..."

His mind spun as the realization hit him. The world had ended. It had come apart due to the destruction of the Books, but the last act of the Book of Porn had brought it back together...except that he was the only one that remembered what it used to be like. He might very well be the only one that remembered passports, that remembered the drudgery of paying for a flight, or any of the other things that might have changed. Nobody showed any hint of self-consciousness or nervousness at stripping down. Only...only him.

The mouse lost his balance for a moment, having to lean against his feline friend, and Rashii took advantage of that to shuck him out of his pants. He blushed, feeling his cock and balls bouncing around in the process, but it was a short embarrassment as they got in line. Bottomless folks stretched around the set of cables and posts, and his cheeks burned as he was on a better height than most to get a good look at asses, pussies, and cocks.

This...this is a whole new meaning to extreme casualness, he thought, blushing as they walked forward bit by bit, getting bumped by Taj's cock ever so often as they made their way through. And it's not just the systems, is it?

Here and there, he could see people either fondling each other or full-on fucking, with men grabbing men, women grabbing women, and both grabbing each other. People were fucking to pass the time in line, and he could just make out Taj's arm reaching out for Rashii in the same way. Malcolm reached up, grabbing the tiger's wrist with his cheeks burning hotter than they'd ever gone, even when he first realized the power of the notebook.

"Uh, um...maybe you can...let me get out from between you first?"

"You sure? I thought you might like to be the meat of the sandwich."

"Not this time."

Not this time?! He couldn't believe how calm he sounded after that, the mouse still shivering on the inside. He stepped to the side, and the tiger stepped forward, his barbed cock slamming into Rashii's ass right off the bat. The two of them started moaning, and he shook his head, trying to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. While they walked forward, with Taj supporting the snake woman, he felt someone else poking him from behind. Malcolm turned his head, looking over his shoulder.

Standing behind him was a rather large werewolf, one that looked like he had come from New York, judging by all the merchandise in his arms...and with a package that looked fit to split someone in two. The werewolf looked down at him, smirked.

"So, mouse boy. Looking for a little fun to pass the time?"

"You would never, ever, ever, ever fit..."

"You'd think that...but let's give that a try. Betcha a hundred that I can get you to beg for more."

"..."

"Five hundred."

"..."

His mouth was just dropping about as far as it could go, and he stared down at that cock and ball set again. It was still huge, something that he doubted would even be able to penetrate him. The tip of the werewolf's cock was already out, and it looked like it was a good three or four inches across. If that was to get anywhere near his holes...

"Fine, mousey, I bet you ten thousand dollars."

"How the fuck -"

"We got a deal?"

"...Fine."

#

He limped through the checkpoint afterwards, his asshole feeling like it had been turned inside-out, but in a good way. The werewolf, some guy known as Lupe, was being held up for having a suspicious gun-shaped package in his bags, and though the werewolf kept calling out that he was a trained supernatural hunter, they had dragged him off to the side rooms anyway. For himself, Malcolm was no richer, considering he'd started begging for it, just as the werewolf had expected.

Slumping down over a strangely-made chair that let the cum in his ass drool out into a bucket, he sat and watched the passage of other people coming through. Rashii and Taj had finished their round of fun, and she'd gone off to get them a car. Taj stood at his side, humming softly to himself, and Malcolm slowly turned to look at him.

"Do you, uh, remember what we were doing?"

"Hmm. I remember that there were a number of fights. And that I died for some reason. But other than that, nothing specific."

"I see."

"Should I?"

"Probably not."

He turned his head again, shaking it a few times as he thought about it. Taj's memories were the ones that were usually most reliable. The philosophy student remembered things more clearly than most, probably because he thought about his experiences more often than other people did. The fact that he didn't remember any of their adventure told a story all its own, and one that he wasn't the most keen on hearing.

The world had changed, and he doubted that anyone but he - and maybe Greydrone and Lord Jonah - would remember what the world had been like before it changed. It was...intense, to put it mildly, and he almost wished that his brain had been erased, too. The fact that he'd be going into the future remembering the old past was nothing but a disadvantage.

Finally, Rashii came back, and on her heels were two new friends, or at least, so he assumed. A lion and an anole lizard walked up, arm in arm, and they waved at them from a distance. Rashii gestured at them with her thumb over her shoulder, chuckling.

"These guys want to treat us to lunch for some reason. Something about opening a new restaurant while a teleporting city is passing by."

"..."

"It is hardly weirder than what we've been through, from what little I remember," Taj pointed out.

"Yeah, but..."

Malcolm looked at the bottomless men. Well, one biological man, one intersex. The anole's more feminine parts were hard to miss from this distance, particularly compared to his partner's more...excited state.

The mouse shrugged.

"Alright, we can go along with that."

"Hoped you'd say that. They've got a lot of new recipes, apparently, and want to make sure that they can sell here. They want taste-testers."

The word was said with some foreboding, and both his and Taj's small smiles faded. Taste-testing generally meant that the menu wasn't perfected yet, and that meant that they were likely going to have a hard time swallowing it all. They looked at each other, and then slowly let out a sigh.

The trials had begun.

#

Thankfully, the little cafe - it was more of a place for coffee and sandwiches than a true restaurant - was better maintained than they expected. It was strange, of course, but it was no stranger than the world had become, even with the bondage racks, a singing badger in the corner, and a snow leopard that showed up partway through in order to collect rent or something. Malcolm just watched it all and shook it off, enjoying the small soup and sandwich that he'd gotten for himself.

Still blushing at the casual sex and fondling that was going on all around him, the mouse forced himself to just treat it as normal. It was hard for him, considering that he could just turn his head and see a hippo teasing someone and then getting bent over a table, or a human getting dragged away by two bears that were just eager to have some fun with their 'honey boy.' He just tuned it out as much as possible, sipping at his soup from a spoon.

"Can I get you a refill?"

He turned his head, and immediately was met with the twin sights of a dick in his face and the fact that Darl - one of the pair that had invited them here - was hanging from a bondage swing and was floating over the table with it. He leaned his head back slowly, trying to keep from blushing.

"Uh, I'll...I'm fine."

"You sure? You're looking a bit low."

"I'm fine. And the food's fine too. Just...let me...eat, please."

The lion nodded, looking at him like he was some sort of weirdo, and then shoved back, riding the sling system around the restaurant. Just like everyone else, the lion seemed to have no understanding that he was as naked as the day he was born and showing it off, and he swore that there was...something...sticking into the lion's ass, almost like a transmitter or something. If it was, it would explain how he was shooting around the rails so easily.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it wasn't easy. The world had turned completely casual in its attitude towards sex, and with how good sex was, it was rapidly taking over everything. He'd seen actual brothels popping up on the way down the street, not to mention casual handjobs at bus stops, or people offering delivery men quick blowjobs on the streets. Nobody batted an eye, nobody complained.

Shameless, this certainly is.

Taj was busy with his roast beef sandwich, but he felt Rashii tap him on the shoulder. He turned, found that she was looking at him quietly, just with a quirked-up eyebrow, and he shook his head.

"Just...thinking."

"About?"

"Just how we got here. The whole adventure, and how things changed."

"...Did they?"

"Trust me on this one, they did. And you guys are lucky that you don't remember how it used to be."

Shaking his head, the mouse looked at the one thing that wasn't completely sexualized in the establishment, and that was the television in the corner. Though the anchorman was topless, at least the large wolverine wasn't fucking someone or something. He narrowed his eyes, picking out the subtitles as they went across the screen.

"- other news, Lord Jonah of System has renounced his authority, opening up a new round of voting to ensure continuity of leadership. These votes, of course, will be cast through the new sexual democracy of the System lands, where candidates are given electoral strap-ons, and use them to cast their vote. The winner, as everyone will remember, is the candidate with the most electoral juices spilled over them by the end of the campaign season, with the finale being the pressure pump that drags it out of their respective holes."

"Indeed, Jim," the anchorwoman zebra said. "And we all know that the candidates are neck and neck...or rather, ass and ass, in some cases, hahaha!"

"Indeed, Jane. As for the rumors that the former ruler of Crypto has taken over the former country of Japan, we can assure you that that is false, despite the increase of hentai flooding out of the country, or the legends of an oni coming to life. There are no demons ruling Japan, and no horrible monsters that have turned it into a sexual paradise for deviants.

"More after this commercial break."

Ignoring the sight of the multi-armed demon that came up for a porn movie that was coming to a 'theater near you,' Malcolm took his eyes off of the television screen. So, the entire world had changed. Jonah had stepped down, Greydrone was probably creating a pornographic empire, and he...

He had no idea what he wanted to do.

The mouse twiddled his fingers under the table, shaking his head a few times. He might have gone home to his family - he'd heard that his mother was better, healed as if she'd never been ill in the first place - in System, but he doubted that he would even recognize them after something like this. They had been among the most repressive, puritanical people that he'd ever known when the world had been normal. If they were affected even half so much as the world was now, what would they be like? Would they even recognize him?

Obviously, with the way that the magic works, but...

But he wouldn't recognize them. He doubted that he would be able to find any sort of comfort there, no matter how hard he tried. There was no going back to an old life, only moving forward to a new one.

He sighed.

"Well, this is going to be complicated."

"...I'm sorry, sir, but I think that what I was asking you was the opposite of complicated."

Malcolm blinked, looking up. The lion from earlier was back, and he realized that the cafe owner had asked him a question. He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry, go ahead. I wasn't paying attention."

"Well, there's a guest that we sometimes get. He hasn't been around for a while, but he's just popped in, and he's asking if you would come and talk to him. Not sure why."

"...Who?"

"Him."

Darl pointed off to the side, right at a table that housed a very large polar bear and a mouse in a red suit and a white mask. Malcolm blinked at the pair of them, pointed at them with a questioning look. The lion nodded, and then zipped off.

What the hell could they want? he wondered. The polar bear looked like a giant slab of muscle with a gut slammed on, and wasn't wearing anything but a loincloth. He even had a freaking axe attached to his back. The mouse, while smaller, didn't look any less threatening, and there was something about the cane that he carried that put him off a bit.

"What do you think?" he asked Rashii.

"I don't see why not. I can keep an eye on you from here."

The way that she said it told him that she probably had a weapon armed under the table, ready for use. He nodded, and slowly left, making his way across the restaurant. He casually sat down across from them, clearing his throat.

"So...what, uh, what did you want?"

"Well, an answer, mostly," the other mouse said.

"About what?"

"What the fuck happened here since the last time we visited, for fucks sake!" the polar bear growled.

"Now, now, Olag. Settle." The red-suited mouse chuckled. "I apologize for my subordinate. He's not the most comfortable with the new developments here. Why, we still remember when this universe used to be all humans."

"Universe? Remember...what are you talking about?"

"Something changed. Something big. And this time, you're the only one that doesn't have the mind-magic markers around them." The mouse tapped his mask. "Magic detecting lenses. It's touched everyone else...but not you. So I think that you remember what used to be."

"..." Malcolm looked back, saw that Rashii was still watching them. "Who are you?"

"An answer that will wait for later. First, perhaps you can tell me what used to be here? Just to start."

"You mean, aside from System and Crypto trying to kill each other?"

"Yeah, he's the one, boss," the bear muttered.

"Indeed, indeed, Olag."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, my friend, that you are the one that caused the latest change here...and we'd like to learn a little more. And, perhaps, offer you a job."

The mouse pulled a card from a pocket, sliding it across the table. It shimmered in an unnatural way, and continued to do so when Malcolm picked it up. He turned it over, reading the words on the other side.

"Wandering Tides? What are you, some sort of, of shipping company?"

"In a sense. Also, pirates."

He sputtered at that, shaking his head a few times. The polar bear looked down at his hands.

"And fighters. And fuckers. And raiders. And whatever the fuck else brings in the money. Real buncha weirdos, most of us."

"You...I..."

"Oh, come now," the mouse said. "You changed the universe, an entire universe, with two words on a piece of paper. Knowing that, is it so hard to consider that there might be other universes out there?"

"You mean...And you..."

"As I said, we might like to offer you a job. We need strange people. Qualified people, but preferably strange people. And you...might just fit the bill."

The mouse smiled, leaning forward and peering at him through the strange lenses of that mask.

"So what do you say? Are you interested?"

Malcolm looked down at the card. If what they were saying was in any way true, then it meant that there were other worlds out there, other universes where the Books hadn't touched. There were places that survived in different ways, not on magic Books or strange laws, but...probably places that worked on entirely different, and even weirder rules. He turned the card around, shaking his head a few times as he mulled it over in his head.

He could stay. The world had changed, becoming better for so many people, but at the same time, it had left him behind. He still remembered the old world, and no matter how he had changed, he couldn't leave that behind.

Or, he could leave. He could find someplace that might be better for him...and leave behind everything that he knew.

The mouse looked up.

"Can...can I bring a friend or two?"

"Are they as unique as you?" the mouse asked.

"...Kinda."

"Heh. If you recommend them, I'll set up an interview. But what about you?"

"..."

What about me?

The End