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Shifting Consequences--Chapter 43: Foxy Hero By Zmeydros (Lucien Quinn)

A few days ago, a bit before Cher got called on to go find Zack, Don got a text message from a phone number that just kept changing randomly. The resulting conversation changed his life. It's a conversation he hasn't told anyone, not even Cher, about. He has tried to keep the conversation out of his mind and ignore the fact that he's been lying to Cher this entire time. Don knows that there's more to the world than the everyday experience everyone has. He knows that there are beings more powerful than any one person and that one of those beings is quite absurd.

The first text he got from a random changing number was, "The lives of innocent people are at steak."

At first, he thought it was a misspelling, but just as he was about to reply, Mal stated, "Yes, I spelledt that wrong. But, I can do things like that because I'm a god. I make the rules."

Don smirked and replied, "Well, you certainly know how to cover your tracks. What's up with the random numbers showing up?"

The random number settled on 80085. "Well, I can't be talking to you from a number because I'm not even in your reality at the moment."

Don scratched his head and stared at his phone for a moment trying to figure out if the message had some sort of alternate meaning. "Not in my reality? I'm at work and I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm the god of absurdity and I inhabit a reality that would break your brain. Manipulating your technology is poking a porcupine with an olive easy." The text turned a bright green and then went back to black after Don received the text.

Had someone hacked into the FBI's phones? Clearly, whoever was on the other end was very skilled with technology. Also, very bad with analogies. Don resisted the urge to laugh.

"No, I'm not a hacker in the traditional sense. Reality is the OS which I exploit vulnerabilities in. Your phone is part of reality the same way Chuck Norris and Segata Sanshiro are." The sound of Segata's kiai came through the phone and the phone jolted toward Deron's chest.

Don nearly lost his grip on his phone and yelped in surprise. Brenda looked over the cubicle wall. "Are you okay?"

"Haha, silly me, I almost dropped my phone." Don smiled at her.

She smiled back. "I know the feeling. Broken screens are expensive to replace."

"Yeah, that was the closest I've been to breaking one."

She nodded. "You're lucky, I've broken one a year for the last three years."

"Well, at least you always have a new phone." Don wondered if he was going to have to find a way to get out of this conversation.

Brenda laughed. "I guess so... Well, I'm going to get back to watching cat videos."

"Me too." Don chuckled as Brenda sat down and the moment she was out of sight, he looked at his phone in disbelief. How did it move like that?

"The name's Malfedrosti and I can do things that humans can't do." The buttons on the sides of his phone popped off and floated up a few inches before making a loop-de-loop in front of his face and snapping themselves back in.

Don gasped while trying not to make too much noise. Did he really just see that? He responded, "How did you do that?"

"How do pancakes taste good? It's part of my nature." The smiley face that Mal put after his message slowly melted and pooled at the bottom of Don's screen.

"If you're so powerful and have control of reality, prove it. Write 'Timmy, you are an asshole!' in Cliff's handwriting on a post-it note." Don figured he had to see if someone else could see what he saw, and if this entity was the real deal, he could have some fun while he was at it.

"Testing me? Smart of you, well, if I was in a different mood, I'd intimidate you and get your respect that way. Your willingness to believe me has put me in a good mood. If you start giving me the drama about you thinking you're dreaming or hallucinating, I'm going to get bored. You don't want me to get bored--take note of that." The nicest pen on Don's desk, the one he got as a present from his sister-in-law made out of real wood and silver floated out of Don's pen jar and wrote "Timmy, you are an asshole!" on a post-it note. The pen put itself back.

Don's eyes widened. It was definitely Cliff's handwriting. He had needed to get Cliff back ever since last New Years when Cliff took down all the Christmas decorations and taped them to every inch of Don's cubicle and desk. He took the post-it and walked over to Cliff's cubicle.

His and greenish eyes stared up at Don through the curls of his blonde gelled hair. He was wearing his flat-grey suit, white shirt, and black tie that looked completely garish on him since the color of his skin, hair and eyes clashed with them. "Yes?"

"Do you have any paperwork you need to hand in to Tim? I'm headed up to see him."

"Actually, I do." Cliff gathered some papers on his desk and signed one of them. "Why do you need to see Tim?"

"I need to give back a report he lent me." Don held out the hand that wasn't holding the post-it.

Cliff put the file folder in Don's hand and said, "Thanks, I think I still owe you lunch."

"Oh, I'd forgotten about that," Don lied; he had given up on Cliff paying him back. Why Cliff would leave the office without his wallet and then never pay Don back or take him out to lunch, Don would never know. Cliff could have had a friend in Don, but now he was just someone Don tolerated.

"Well, I haven't. I'll email you and we can schedule it." Cliff said as he turned back to his computer.

"Sounds good." Don turned away and walked to the stairs. Yeah right, that was the sixth time Cliff promised to email him to schedule lunch. As Don walked up the stairs, he opened the folder and put the post-it on the first page of Cliff's report. Part of him felt guilty, but he knew that Tim was not the type to fire someone over something like this. Also, Cliff called Tim an asshole and made fun of him behind his back all the time. It was to the point that many of his coworkers were sick of hearing about it.

Maybe this would help them work things out. Don smiled to himself. He was rarely mean, but every once in a great while he liked a good prank. Who doesn't? If you don't poke at people, how will you ever know what they do when they're poked at? And in the case of people like Cliff who complain constantly about other people, at what point do you tell the people they're lambasting what they're saying about them? Complaining isn't a problem unless it becomes pathological. But, what did Don know about right and wrong? He was about to get Cliff in a fair amount of trouble.

Don paused before knocking on the doorframe of Tim's office to think. Should he really do this? Was he really this pissed at Cliff? Was he sure that Tim wouldn't fire Cliff? Should Cliff be fired? Don shook his head. He'd rather be the guy who showed up to save old ladies from being hit by cars or help a stranger look for their dog. He took the post-it note out of the folder and crumpled it up.

The sound caught Tim's attention and he said, "Come in, Don."

Don set the folder on Tim's desk. "Tim, you need to talk with Cliff, he's been complaining about you for the last six months seeming more and more agitated. I think he's dissatisfied with his position."

"Oh..." Tim looked past Don as he thought. "I'll have a talk with him."

"See you later." Don turned to leave.

"That's all you had for me?" Tim asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I realized on the walk up that I should check that email you sent about a couple of fields on the new 37.9424 report before I asked you questions about it."

"Do you mean the 37.2494/A report?"

Don's craptastic ability to bluff was starting to come out again; he figured less words would help. "Yes."

"Oh, okay. Just email me or come up to my office if you need help. Filing a bad report costs a lot more time than asking questions." Tim smiled, showing his coffee-stained teeth.

Don nodded. "I sure will." He left Tim's office and walked back to his cubicle.

The moment Don was back at his desk, his phone smacked the side of his leg a few times--it felt like someone was lightly pressing his phone against his skin repeatedly. Definitely not the way phones vibrate. He pulled out his phone and looked at the screen.

Mal's text said, "See? You're a hero, that's why I need you. You are of a high moral caliber. Instead of using my powers to get back at a coworker, you tried to solve the underlying problem at your workplace. Fishes don't taper well if they aren't of moral fiber."

Don texted back, "Yeah, I guess I'm not a bad guy and it looks like I have a new friend who can do things none of my other friends can. Like defy the laws of physics."

"I negotiate with the laws of physics, I do not defy them. We have a peace treaty and a little ranch down south together where sparrows and horses are bread together to make sparrowmules. Sparrowmules can pass over any terrain like golden chocobos."

"Golden chocobos?" Don asked. He would have worried about the spelling error, but it was probably intentional just like the first one.

"Out of all I said, that's what you want to ask about? It's a random video game reference. I know you don't play video games much, so I was sure you wouldn't get the reference."

"Oh, why reference something if I won't get the reference?"

"Because, then you won't know the reference."

Don furrowed his brow. "You are an odd friend."

"Yes I am. Now, I have noticed that you like Cher and I want you to stop fooling yourself into thinking that she has no interest in you and take initiative and try to be her friend or lover or whatever. She will need your support in the coming days. Call me Mal, by the way. It requires less keystrokes" The text turned red and there were hearts on the screen. It looked like a very corny Valentine's day motif.

The pace of Don's heart increased as he thought about all the different little things this entity would have observed in Don's life. He felt like he was completely exposed. Just as quickly as his nervousness came on, it passed. He had, after all, been brought up Christian and he'd already been through the whole "God can see me masturbate" phase. Also, there was no explanation that Don liked about this situation. Mal's existence begged a lot of questions, but Don was sure this wasn't an illusion because real life had been surprising him since he was a little kid. Ever since he learned that there were subatomic particles, and elephants. If someone told you about those things without proof, why would you believe them? Mal had proof. Also, it was better to assume that Mal meant well for the time being, since trying to befriend Cher was something he'd been meaning to do for a long time. "Okay, I'll do it."

"You are easy to work with. This concludes our first interaction. Don't peel grapes if you've eaten a muon on a Saturday!" The text window disappeared.

Don laughed despite himself as all the random absurd nonsense he'd read during the conversation hit him at once. Real life would always be more interesting than fiction.

* * * * *

With Cher bundled up safely at his place, Don makes his way back to the FBI headquarters. He goes through security and up the stairs. His mobile phone has a text on it from Mal: "Go to the Deron's office and prevent Mallory from entering."

He feels bad not telling Cher about the fact that he knew about Malfedrosti even before she transformed him. He'd tell her, but he wants to wait at least one more day because he likes her and doesn't want to overwhelm her. His innocent wish to show her a good time could be interpreted as him manipulating her if he goes about his explanation wrong. Mal didn't even tell him that she could transform. All Mal did was encourage him to seek her out if he was truly fond of her.

He can worry about his budding relationship with Cher later. If Mallory gets to Deron's office first, something bad will happen. Well, he can only guess since Mal wasn't specific. This sort of order isn't formulated like one of Mal's jokes, if they can be called jokes, so it is probably worth doing.

He hits the button for the elevator. It's four stories up; the stairs would probably take longer. The elevator opens its doors about fifteen seconds later and some woman in dress pants and a cyan frilly blouse walks out. He gets in and hits the button. This elevator smells like mint and orange peels. The music is what would happen if a big band classic got slowed down to the speed of boring.

The elevator, however, doesn't move at the sluggish pace of the music. He's at his floor before the music has a chance to annoy him. He hears moaning from the office after he walks past a row of cubicles and nearly trips on a trash can that someone pushed out into the hallway. Some eyes follow him and a blond curly-haired office worker even peeks over the wall of his cubicle.

Don meets each pair of eyes and says, "This is a matter you're better off not knowing about. You have my permission to work from home for the rest of the day."

The guy with the curly hair says, "Who are you?"

"I'm Don Vertanen and Mallory already gave me permission to let her team go early."

"But Mallory isn't our actual boss."

"Trust me. If you stay, things will get really complicated. If someone gets cross with you for leaving, you can blame me." He smiles as the people in the cubicles closest to him log out and stand up. The blond-haired guy disappears into his cubicle and Don waits half a minute until that guy leaves to turn around and address the moaning and grunting office.

He gets right up to the window that's next to the office door so he can look down through the mini-blinds, which are not fully closed, but close to it. He has to stand on his tip-toes to see the red-scaled head of a beautiful shiny blue, and so many other colors, snake and/or lizard-hybrid that someone has turned into, enjoying the pounding he or she is getting. Judging by the shoulder-length black hair, he's going to guess this snake or lizard is female.

He tries to get higher on his tip-toes to see more, but someone clearing their throat behind him causes him to yelp, but his instinct to be quiet while surveilling ends up making him close up his throat so he squeaks instead. His head and upper body turn to look behind him. "Hello Mallory."

"Hello, Don." Mallory taps her fingers on her elbow.

Don turns the rest of his body around so he's facing her. "I've got this, you can catch up on work or something."

Mallory crosses her arms. "I'll take the 'or something' option and fire you if you don't move right now."

Don crosses his arms. "Cher is fully under your jurisdiction, but I'm not. You do remember that I'm also on the narcotics team?"

"More like you're on narcotics if you think I can't pull enough strings to get you fired." She grins showing her teeth.

"And you-you're drunk if you think I care." He tries to do the same predatory grin that she is doing, but quickly gives up. He probably just looks like he's really got to go to the bathroom or something.

Mallory laughs. "Good comeback, if your goal is to help me remember grade school."

"Oh yeah? That's a big thing to say for such a small-minded bread winner!" Keeping a straight face is a real challenge after Don thinks about what he just said.

She doubles over laughing. A couple times, when she stands back up to try to intimidate him more, she just starts laughing again. Almost a minute later, she manages to say, "You're terrible at intimidation. Why don't you just give up and go home? You should enjoy your day off like the rest of the people you sent home."

"You're just jealous Cher would rather spend time with me than you. I've never seen you as happy as you were this morning." He widens his stance. He feels silly, but maybe it's more intimidating?

A blush immediately starts reddening her cheeks. "Maybe you're the one that's jealous. I can get whoever I wa--"

A grunt-growl from Deron's office interrupts her. The sound makes her face blush even more. She really wants to see what's going on in there. What did Deron and Sonya turn into? Maybe they're both dragons and she could get between them and rub her scales against theirs and...

"Oh, I get it now, you want to go in there and join in on the fun. Did Cher unleash your inner slut?"

Being called a slut doesn't bother Mallory, instead she thinks about being a slut and going to other offices getting her coworkers to transform, getting fucked over and over, staying a dragon the whole day. All these months of just playing with fantasy dildos... She could have the real thing, over and over and over and... Damn--her crotch is wet again. "Please let me go in there."

"No," he says shaking his head like a toddler.

"I will--"

Don stands a bit taller. Now he knows what to say. "What? Cum from hearing the noises of sexy anthro animals having sex? Start making out with me? You're not intimidating when you look painfully aroused. Are you thinking about Cher's canine tongue? Her breasts pressing against yours? The way her fur felt against your scales?"

"I--" Her hand makes its way down her tummy as she feels her tail pushing against the elastic band of her panties. She can't transform here, she'll be on camera. "Have to go." She turns and runs toward the stairs.

He looks at the slight tent in his pants. Maybe he went too far. He's not fully in control of his sex drive either. Turning around, he goes up to the blinds again. Nope, he better not look. The sounds alone are enough to make his pants feel too tight.

After what seems like hours later, he feels like things have died down long enough that it's safe to enter. He pulls the door open and sees the amazing iridescent blue-green-black scales on the female reptilian hybrid. It takes him a solid couple seconds to notice the rhino next to her. The tip of the rhino's cock is just about back in its sheath. It's nearly as fascinating as the scales of the woman next to him.

They just stare at him as he stares back at them unable to fully enter the room. It feels like he's violating their intimate space. The rhino covers up his junk when Don stares at it again.

"What? Are you a vampire and we need to invite you in?" Sonya says with a proud smirk. She knows her body is stunning.

Don steps in and closes the door. "No, not a vampire, just a fellow human that can transform."

Deron and Sonya both ask a question at the same time and then turn to each other and say, "You go first." They laugh.

"First, let's do introductions. My name is Don I turn into an anthropomorphic fox, what about you?" He points at the reptile. "You first."

"I'm Sonya and I think I'm mixed with an iridescent shieldtail snake and an electric blue gecko." She holds up a hand showing her widened finger tips.

Deron removes his hand from his crotch. There's no point in decency when he's got his own cum all over his nethers. "You probably already know that I'm Deron since my name is on the door. I'm an Indian Rhino."

"You're both beautiful." Don feels his penis harden even more as the smell in the room gets to him.

"I see you're excited to meet us," Sonya says.

"I-um, well, do you have any questions?"

"Nope, I'm just waiting to wake up or come out of whatever mind-altered state that caused this." Deron shrugs as he puts his hand behind his head and sighs. The skin on the left side of his abdomen is starting to take on a more flesh-like tone.

Sonya turns to him. "You think this was all a dream or something?"

Deron nods. "Yeah, how could it be anything else? Let's just all cuddle till I wake up."

"This could be a dream..." Sonya runs a hand down her arm feeling her scales. "But, I don't want it to be.

Wheeling Deron's chair over so he can sit next to them, Don says, "If this is a dream, I've dreamed away a whole day and a half, and things I've never been able to do in a dream have happened. Whenever I dream, I can't keep track of the time and I never actively schedule things. They just happen. I'm very sure this isn't a dream."

"Not a dream? If this isn't a dream, then I just fucked a coworker and transformed into something part rhino part human. Two things I'd never do. I separate work and play. And people turning into anthropomorphic animals isn't possible. So, this had to be not-real." Deron sits up. The hoof-like toes of his feet are dividing so that he has five digits again.

"Are you both familiar with parallel universe theory?" Don clasps his hands together.

They both nod.

"What would happen if a reality where these things were possible got projected into our reality? A reality where the laws of physics and causality were malleable?"

"Now I know you're talking out of your ass." Deron chuckles. Then he scratches at his belly as his human skin comes back and his belly gets a bit less round.

Sonya shakes her head. "Don't be such a skeptic. I-ow!" She looks back at her tail and then untangles it from Deron. It starts going back into her faster. "It's a better explanation than this all being a dream. If I orgasm in my sleep, I tend to wake up because I get really hot under the covers. Orgasming twice? That's never happened. How on earth would I sleep through that?"

Deron grits his teeth as his horn starts to shove its way back into his skull. His heart starts beating faster. "I-I don't recall feeling this much pain in a dream before."

"The pain will pass. Both of you will be okay." Don looks at each of them. Deron's feet are almost back to normal. Sonya's tail is almost gone and her reptilian snout is quickly receding back into her face as her nose forms.

"Damn it! If this isn't a dream, I had sex with my secretary and..." Deron looks at his body.

"Yeah, it's a lot to take in. You'll change if you get aroused and if you have sex with other people or your fluids get inside them, you'll make it so they change too." Don sees the discomfort on their faces. "I'm told it gets easier after you've shifted a few times."

Don itches at his legs as his thick grey skin gives way to dark human skin. "How much fluid?"

"Only a tiny bit is needed. I think it would be best if you and Sonya took care of each other's needs. You're going to have increased libidos from now on." Just after don finishes speaking, he notices a look in Deron's eye. Like he's planning something.

"I think I'm fine with that, but I want to meet othersss like ussss," Sonya says. Her fangs are retreating and she's moving her tongue around as if it feels weird.

"I guess that's okay... But, what about avoiding getting caught by the government and studied for the rest of our lives? I'd hate trying to keep a secret this big for the rest of my life. I'm in security, I know how easy it is to reveal other people's secrets." Deron shakes his head. "And I'm still not sold on the idea that this is real."

There is something about the way Deron's jaw is set and his steady stare that sends a chill down Don's spine. "I can ask if my friends are willing to take you with them. They're trying to find a place where they can live in anthro form without being chased. We nearly caught them, but they got away. From what Cher told me, they're all really nice people who don't deserve to be chased."

"Who else in this building knows?"

"Mallory and Cher."

"Mallory!" Deron hits his thigh with his fist. "She's a power hungry egotistical nightmare. Cher came out of her room naked, so that means she and Cher probably transformed in her room, now she's blackmailing Cher. She was going to shut me up by blackmailing me after she changed me."

"Whoa! Whoa! Deron, are you sure--"

"She's got good reason to. I questioned her about Cher's nude exit from her office and I nearly got internal affairs to throw her in jail last year when I found out she was blackmailing someone in accounting with info she dug out of their personal file. She pulled some strings and got out of it and then tried to get me fired. Lucky for me, her strings didn't reach all the way up here."

The sound of Sonya's weeping causes both of them to look at her.

Deron puts his arm around her. "What's wrong?"

"I can't." She sobs louder. "You'll hate me if I--"

Don looks at the whipped cream on the table. There's no way Mallory had sex with either of them today. It seems like they changed together. How else would both of them be talking about it as if it's a new experience? Don's eyes widen--did she lace the whipping cream? That still doesn't explain why Sonya is crying.

"S-she gave it to me." Sonya looks up at the desk for a moment.

"Gave you what?" Deron looks at the whip cream. "Oh, shit."

A wave of anger sweeps over Don. He grits his teeth and balls up his fists. Mallory, she's going to play every single person in this office like her pawns until she controls everything. That's why she was coming upstairs. That's why she tried to bully him out of the way. He was denying her two of her game pieces.

"I'm-so... So sorry." Sonya says between sobs. "That's not the worst thing, though."

"Shh, shh.." Deron pats her back. "I've seen how she works people."

"No, you don't understand," Sonya says. "I would have done it even if I knew--" She sniffles. "Knew this would happen."

"What?" Deron puts his eyebrows to good use. His face is almost back to its human shape.

"All my life, I've heard amazing stories." She looks into Deron's eyes. "Amazing stories about my friends' lives, but my life has been boring. Just this once I had an experience that trumps anything anyone has ever told me about and it was so much fun! I wouldn't want that taken away."

They just stare at her speechless for a few seconds. A whole new perspective--her perspective--is something Deron never considered. He was so upset about being manipulated that he didn't think about how extraordinary the last hour had been. "It's okay, Sonya. I enjoyed the time we spent together too."

"I'm so glad." She sniffles and puts her head on his shoulder.

"But, that doesn't mean I'm going to let Mallory manipulate us. That stops now." Deron looks at Don. "I'm not going to meet up with your friends until I feel that we'll all be safe. I know the higher-ups are doing some sort of massive man hunt simply from the fact that Cher is involved in the case. They're not going to stop, they're Mallory's enablers."

"Cher worked out a deal with Mallory. She will call off the search if Cher lets Mallory meet Zack." Don realizes how silly that sounds the moment he says it.

"What guarantee do you have Mallory won't sell Cher, you, everyone out and lead the FBI right to him? If she thought it would get her even one rung up the ladder, she'd do it."

Don makes a steeple with his hands. "We know she can transform, so we could record her or something."

"I think that would just get the government even more excited and we'd have to sacrifice one of our own because they would be on tape transforming with her. I think we need a different plan." Deron strokes along Sonya's back.

"Maybe we can find some way to make her horny when she's in a meeting with the big wigs?" She says.

"Then she might change them too..." Deron's eyes look far away for a moment.

"That would solve all our problems in one afternoon, but I don't think there's a reliable way to--"

Deron claps his hands and then looks at each of them. "I've got a solution."

"Oh?" Sonya lifts her head from his shoulder.

"It's better if you two don't know in case it goes wrong." Deron lets go of Sonya and stands up and then grabs his boxers.

Sonya gets up, but doesn't cover herself. The last few scales on her firm buttocks give way to skin. "I want to help you, though."

Deron puts on his black dress pants with faint grey pinstripes. "What would help me is if you go back to your desk and pretend like nothing happe--"

"Pretend like nothing happened!?" Sonya balls her hands into fists looking as if she's ready to punch Deron in the jaw.

"Whoa! Not like that!" He buckles his belt and turns toward her. "What I mean is that my plan only works if no one else suspects something is up."

She lets out the breath she was holding and relaxes her hands. If he had said what she thought he was about to say, she might have actually hit him. "Okay."

"I'm surprised you'd care that much. You're at least fifteen years younger than me."

"Maybe if I was thinking of marrying you, but for casual sex, well--" Sonya blushes.

Deron laughs. "I didn't know I had that in me, I thought that kind of--" Deron censors himself. "The last time I showed a girl a time like that was in college."

"I wish I was in college with you back then." Sonya grins.

"Stop it. You're going to make me blush." Deron smirks.

Don doesn't want to disturb their conversation, so he just looks at the floor while they chat.

Sonya gets up and stretches while she says. "Anything else we should know, Don?"

Don's eyes go straight to her cleavage for a moment before he remembers to look at her face. The throbbing in his pants isn't getting any better. "When you're transformed, you let off a scent that arouses people a lot."

Deron's eyes widen. "The transformation and the scent both make people horny? Do they work off of each other for even greater effect?"

"I'd bet on it." Don points at the bulge in his pants as it throbs almost painfully. He can feel his foreskin pulling back to become a sheath. Will his changes stop if he gets away from the amazing aromas in this room? His nipples start to tingle.

"Whoa, are you going to be okay?" Sonya asks.

"I think I should just head home." Don stands up.

"Is that smart? What if you change and someone sees a humanoid fox driving a car?" Deron puts his hand on Don's shoulder.

"I'll tell them I'm in a car insurance commercial." Just as he finishes his sentence, he feels Sonya undoing his belt.

"What are you doing?" Don puts his hand on Sonya's.

"He's been blushing redder and redder this whole time, he's explained that the smell makes people horny and now he's producing it too. We should just get him off so he won't make a scene." Sonya undoes Don's pants and pulls them down with his briefs.

"Just like that, you're going to have sex with him?" Don looks at each of them.

Sonya nods. "That's basically what just happened to you and me. We got really horny, we had sex. Very simple and very fun!" She licks across Don's reddening prick. Soon, she'll have her scales back!

"And you win the argument in one move." Deron shrugs.

"The transformation renders people disease free," Don says as his cock gets pointier and he gasps from a burst of pleasure. Fur is growing on his balls.

"I would watch the transformation, but someone has to man the reception desk before people start coming in here to check on us." Deron walks over to the door as he puts on his shirt and tie.

"I was hoping you'd stay so you could occupy my back end while I suck him off."

"That would be fun, but if someone were to walk in, it could be game over." Deron opens the door slightly. "If we all get through this, I promise to show you and whoever else you want to include a good time."

"Really?" Sonya looks up at him.

Deron smiles. "Sure, why not? It would be a great way to celebrate." He walks out and closes the door behind him.

After Deron closes the door, he sighs. If he had stayed in there any longer, he would have joined them. He was just starting to get his libido back. He almost shamed Sonya for liking sex back there. Is he so old now that he's going to start repeating his mother's lectures about puritan values? The ones that he completely ignored half-way through his freshman year of college?

He probably wouldn't have done half the things that he did if he hadn't been so pent up. The shame he felt when he masturbated as an adolescent--he wouldn't wish that on anyone. Sonya can do whatever she wants. She owes him nothing.

Just as he sits down at Sonya's desk, the phone starts ringing. He picks it up and explains that he's standing in for Sonya for a bit, then he makes a note that she needs to email a report to the random person that called. If he gets a list of tasks, he might see if he can complete them for her. That is if he doesn't spend all of his time plotting his next moves.