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If you're just joining us, Welcome! You may want to read the first three stories in this series first. Optionally, read the Tails of Power stories (Descent into Darkness optional) and the Mirror, Mirror... series to understand more of the background of things in this story. None of these are necessary to enjoy this story though.

Account Swap

Terms Violation

Mike gasped as he loaded into the game. His twin sister was right. Her character was absolutely pent up from the recent things they had been doing and now he was in the 4'2" rodent-like Redda character that belonged to his sister's account.

The first time in this character, the female form ate at the mind in it and got it thinking about itself as female. Subtle and slow. Now Mike was perfectly fine with thinking about herself this way, despite her human body in the real world being male.

"Oh, wow," Kris said from the fox-like Fen character she was in. Kris was Mike's twin sister and when she'd visited for a college break trip, she convinced him to let her use his special beta VR headset and he could use hers. Though the headsets detected invalid users, since they were both normally allowed, it seemed the system let them in and stuck them in each others' respective characters.

Kris rubbed his own rump and sucked in a deep breath. "Dude, bro, your character is just as pent up as mine was. The cooldown has like almost nothing left though. I was thinking it was still like forever left!" Just like Mike, Kris's female human self-identification was lost in the male vulpine body. They'd had a bit of fun when they first tried the body swap and like any good MMORPG, certain actions had a cooldown timer before they could be performed again. In the case of the Fen, this was how long his knot would normally stay stuck in a female, based on his enjoyment of the encounter. Kris did a character reset rather than going around with a full knot and cock hanging out of his sheath.

"Good, because your Redda is insanely horny right now too," she said, panting and rubbing herself between the legs.

"Which is you. So you're my Redda now?"

"I'm just in your Redda right now," Mike replied with a whine, gasping as she found a sensitive spot.

Kris brought his other hand to his sheath and gave a shiver as his tip peeked and more slick skin started to follow in short order. "Well, the cooldown is over, so I wanna be in my Redda too."

The little rodent's tail twitched up and she whined in anticipation. "But what about the licks and stuff to get me ready?" She caught herself leaning forward and backing toward the fox regardless, her thick tail slowly flagging higher.

"You probably don't need them," the fox exclaimed, rubbing her fuzzy rear and settling lower on his legs as he got into a better position. He pushed on her lower back, getting her to bend over better, and found his mark with his tip. "I reeeally need to be in my Redda too," he groaned as he pressed his belly flat against her back and sunk an inch in, eliciting a moan from Mike.

Then they both froze as the powerful flap of big wings graced their rumps with a breeze. They were technically out in the open and though this was a low level area, things could technically attack them. Or it could be another player. Or who knew what. An odd sound that seemed like a cross between a chirp and a bark graced their ears.

Mike tried to look back, but Kris was looking back also and blocking his view of any more than a wing vanishing as its owner folded it. There was no response from the fox as if it were an attack or another player, so the Redda relaxed a little at the vulpine's perked ears. "What is it?" she whispered. Then she noticed a status indicator on the fox and her whiskered wiggled in confusion.

"It's a winged ferrox!" Kris murmured in surprise. They were even that much more rare than regular ferroxes, the sought-after pets from this region. "Do you think it's true? They see you screwing and they want to try too and become loyal pets because they associate the sex with you? I've gotta get out of the way, he probably saw me about to do you and wants to try you too."

Mike's ears twitched. "You have the status indicator though," she pointed out. The fox looked at her and his tail flicked as he paid attention to his character. But her eyes widened as she got a good view of the creature behind the fox rearing up and lunging forward, already fully exposed from his sheath.

"Status of 'Seen Done - Doable'? What does that me...EEF?!"

The two of them wobbled and Mike fought to keep their balance as the winged ferret-fox hybrid glomped down around both their waists with his forelegs and lurched forward with his haunches. The fox's tail being in the way was no match for the creature that likely could even carry the fox on his back. A pink cock slipped to the side of the fluff and found the foxhole with preternatural accuracy. The beast's powerful muscles brought three sets of hips together in a heartbeat and two knots stopped being outside the Redda and the Fen in short order.

Mike promptly found that his little female body was indeed quite on the edge, so this time it wasn't Kris's fault that things ended quickly, but rather his… hers. The sudden, delightful filling of her heat with the fox cock sent explosive fireworks through her body, her fur all standing on end. She clenched mightily on the fox, trapping his knot despite its softness. That grip could keep anything in her.

The tug behind the knot left the Kris with nowhere to go when the creature behind him pulled out and with a groan of a yelp, he went from soft-knot, just getting started, to his knot rapidly expanding but still behind the curve as his balls started to twitch and he started to unload into the little rodent. Despite prior reluctance to take anything in the ass as a male, Kris quickly found the whole situation feeling even better as a hot shaft drove once again into his ass.

Both of their peaks were just starting when there was a chime and a voice finished saying, "...then you can pull them off." Then the voice paused. "Oh, huh. Oh, wait, what? No! Not…!"

* * *

There was a wrenching sensation for both their minds as they plummeted back to the real world, their VR visors gone from their heads. The game hadn't been shut down cleanly though, so the inertia of the in-game events caught up with their real bodies and their faces twisted in carnal pleasure as they promptly failed to keep clean pants.

The flow of the twins' pleasure left them panting before Kris opened her eyes. "Ohshit!" she exclaimed.

Five people in very official looking uniforms were present in the room aside from them. Two were holding the VR systems that had just been removed from the twins' faces, and the voice they recognized from inside said, "That wasn't a clean shutdown. I told you I'd disco them."

Mike was just getting his wits about him. "What… are you doing in my house?" he demanded, starting to try to get up. He was interrupted by a firm hand on his shoulder and a commanding voice from its owner.

"Sit. Don't talk. Listen. Misbehave and we all leave and you remember NOTHING of this or the Endless Realities Project beta," she said.

"Bullshit, you don't just…" Mike started to say, but Kris interrupted him, a look of shock and awe on her face.

"Mike-Mike-Mike! HUSH bro!" she stammered. He apparently recognized her demand from back when he used to try to be In Charge in the wrong ways and she just murmured "Hushbro" at him to get him to bite his tongue.

She glanced at the person who was holding Mike's visor that she'd been wearing, and took a deep breath, then rubbed her eyes to look at the person holding her brother's shoulder again. Nope, still fuzzy.

"First things first," the person holding her brother's shoulder said. "I'm Inari, from the Endless Realities Project. When you accepted the Beta Agreement and Terms, you agreed that if the terms were violated, we would come in person to retrieve the hardware and you would lose all knowledge of the project."

"I thought that was a joke," Mike muttered. "Silly placeholder legalese."

The woman holding Kris' visor handed it to Inari and she looked at it. "I don't think you are 'Kristina', yet you had her visor on. We specifically and explicitly prohibited allowing anybody else to use your account," Inari told him. "Yes, we know that somebody else put on a visor before. The system easily detected that and kept them out, so there was no account use. In any case, normally a violation wouldn't have you talking to us like this unless we wanted to know details before you forgot everything."

"This is insane. You can't really just go breaking into peoples' houses like this or really make them forget," Mike said, then he noticed the unblinking stare that his sister was giving Inari. He paused. "Kris, are you okay?"

Kris took a deep breath, then turned her attention to her brother. "Okay, Mike… Um…" She thought really hard. "Okay, look… I don't know how to explain this, or what's going on, but this doesn't look like it's all like it seems. So, um, bro, seriously, take this at face value right now. We're not forgetting yet, and they are in charge of the game, so show some respect. And maybe this is really just in the game still." She shook her head to clear it and looked at Inari. Still fuzzy. "That's the only thing I can think of to explain her."

Mike finally looked over his shoulder at the woman and his eyes widened as he gazed up at a middlish-grey vulpine face watching him attentively. "Um…?" He squeezed his eyes shut and touched the hand on his shoulder, finding it covered in fur. "What the actual fuck?" he muttered.

Inari smiled slightly. "Hush and let me continue to explain. So, here's the obvious possibilities. You could be dreaming and you'll end up waking up. Like most dreams you'd remember little of this at best. You could both still be in the game. That would mean that somehow the visors got a perfect replica of your home scanned here as well as your bodies, and then we're just gamemasters who have locked you out of player controls. But that would be really disturbing as well since you can't exit without the controls and if you can't exit, what about when you need to do other things like drink and sleep and pee and not die of starvation? Dead bodies with the VR visors on them would get us in a ton of trouble."

The Kitsune walked around from behind Mike and Kris briefly counted tails. Five or six? Looked like six. She continued. "Or I suppose this could be something else. But more likely than not, it's what it really is. The Endless Realities Project is made by magical creatures to interact with semi-normal humans and get them to create the positive energy that we use."

She swung her rear end away from Mike's tentative reach for her waving tails. "Given that as true, then it's not difficult to come to the conclusion that when we say we can make you completely forget the whole thing, we really mean it. I mean, really, you two are very smart. You know the visors couldn't possibly do this with the technology in the world today. Where's the batteries for hours of gaming? What about charging ports? And putting your full awareness into the game? And seriously… did you NEVER wonder about the name?" She smirked.

Kris blushed a little. "Endless Realities Project. ERP… which usually stands for Erotic Role Play." She looked at her brother and he looked at her, then they both shrugged. "Sounds legit."

Mike nodded. "Yeah, honestly I can't think of anything else besides aliens, and I doubt aliens would look like foxes unless that's a trick."

Inari smiled. "There you go. That's why you're in the beta."

Kris's face paled. "But we broke the rules, and now we're out…" She got sullen.

The Kitsune waggled her finger. "You're not out yet. Mind you, you could be still, and like I said if you do, you won't remember anything, so you won't even know you lost anything. But anyway, there are different levels of terms violations. Harmful behavior and negativity for example is an immediate ejection. We made this for positive things, not trolls and asshats. Your behavior broke a rule that is there to help prevent negative results."

She huffed and wilted. "It's my fault. I talked him into it."

Inari waggled her finger again. "You broke the letter of the policy, but not the spirit. You're also fine having a conversation with what most folks would consider to be a mythical creature. And you both handled the account swap absolutely perfectly mentally. We take all this into account when we formulate the punishment."

The twins both looked scolded at the mention of punishment.

"So now you have a choice, and it's not the only point you'll need to choose at. There will be several points where you will be able to choose to leave this all behind and forget everything. Just go back to normal. This is one of them. The alternative, though…" She paused for dramatic effect and they both grimaced. "...is to work for us as paid interns."

"We-deserve-the-punishment-but-please-it's-all-my-fault-so-leave-him…" Kris exclaimed, then she paused. "Wait… what?"

"Paid internship," Mike said numbly. "As punishment?"

"As a way to avoid punishment," Inari clarified. "I know what you're thinking. Slave stuff. Nope. You could quit at any time. With the memories of it wiped of course. Anyway, this is your first choice point. You can decline immediately and go your way, or you can continue with the process. I don't anticipate any no-turning-back points and we would definitely tell you if there were to be any."

She held up a finger to silence the two humans as she noticed them getting rather excited. "This is not an offer to be taken lightly though. There are a lot of things that many people would not handle well with this being their job as opposed to just a game that they can leave be. You may have noticed that there is a lot of sex, for example, and there are things in the game that you might not find altogether pleasant. Normally we send magic folks to handle the bigger problems, but there is still a chance that you could be exposed to them."

Kris snrked. "I'm fine with sex. You okay with sex Mike?"

He blushed a little but laughed it off quickly. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay with that."

"You also need to be able to get into the mindset of other characters and forms with the game itself overriding some of your natural inclinations," the Kitsune told them. "We understand you've been dabbling in that for the past few hours. Up for taking that challenge long term?"

The twins both nodded avidly and silently.

"Excellent. Now, I know you have a plane to catch this evening so your initial aptitude test session will be here before that. Your second will be your trip home itself. Of course this is all under strict non disclosure, and now hopefully you have a better understanding when we say we mean it." Inari warned them. "We'll give you more details on things as you go and as you need to know. Like I said, if a detail upsets you any time, you can run."

The Kitsune glanced at the door. "Your test will be arriving shortly. It will be testing your adaptation, accommodation, decision making, and situation handling skills primarily as well as numerous others. Due to the nature of the test, we can't advise you too strongly on what to do to pass it. Ah! They're here."

She walked to the front door and held it open for a few seconds, nothing present outside, then closed it. "Take good care on the test." She lifted a hand, then paused. "Oh, and be sure to have fun!" Then she and the others all vanished.

Kris stood and looked around searchingly. "That - I think that just happened. Where's this…?" She paused as Mike made a squeak of surprise from where he was sitting and batted at his knee, then stopped with his hand a few inches from his leg and drew in a shocked breath. He began moving his hand like he was feeling something invisible, first down away from his knee, then up empty air toward his face. His eyes kept getting wider and wider as he went until his hand was inches from his chest, and he drew it back in surprise.

"It licked me," he murmured.

"What did?" Kris asked, her gaze narrowing. Then she took a step back as a winged cat appeared. The feline's coat resembled a clouded leopard with blotches and it stood just tall enough to be at eye level with her brother's neck, one paw gently resting on his knee as it sat comfortably. A small bit of primal fear rose in her gut.

"Oh… hi..." Mike murmured, awestruck for a moment. He reached up and touched its cheek more accurately now that he could see it, then tilted his head down to nuzzle its nose with his own. The bad feeling Kris was having melted away as the cat craned its neck to bunt Mike's cheek and rub against him.

"Wow. With wings too," Kris managed to say. "I don't think that's a normal kitty."

"It's obviously a winged kitty," Mike agreed.

"I mean, like magic," she clarified.

One more that was splotchy tawny colored appeared near her, and this one was holding the handles of a bag in its mouth. It set the bag down in front of Kris and then stood with wings slightly drooped.

She eyed it, wondering why it looked so bedraggled, and slowly squatted to peek in the bag. She found a bottle of baby shampoo, several different kinds of brushes, an odd set of tong-like things with fine microfiber pads on the grasping ends, and a folded note atop a bunch of fluffy towels. She retrieved the paper and read it.

"We're to… take care of and interact with them like they are best and most benefited friends," she said, her brow furrowing. "Do anything they want. It says they won't want anything bad."

"They both look pretty grimy," Mike observed.

"There's baby shampoo in the bag. Must be to wash them?"

He perked. "Hey, yeah, I have a huge shower stall in the bathroom." He stood and the cat backed away, shuffling its wings. "Give me the shampoo and I'll see what I can do. Does it give them names? They don't have collars or anything."

"It doesn't say," she admitted, holding the shampoo bottle out to him as she kept looking over the paper. She hadn't told her brother that it had a lot of snippets of handwritten notes all over the blank areas. She shrugged and followed him with her feline close behind after setting the paper aside.

"You're getting into the shower with your clothes on?" she asked him in disbelief. "Dude, bro, you need to clean up too. I can smell it. That's a cat. He doesn't wear clothing either. Get undressed to wash the cat." She huffed and headed to the bedroom.

Mike blinked in surprise at her observations, but she was right. So he shucked his shirt and pants and pulled off his cum-soaked underwear, eyeing the cat as it nosed around the bathroom curiously. Hm. His sister was right. It was a boy. He glanced at the other cat who was sitting patiently at the door and noted it was male too.

Once he was undressed, he slid the shower door open and stepped in, turning on the water to the dual handheld shower heads he'd installed. "I don't know how hot you would want the water," he said to himself, looking at the cat. But soon he had it to a temperature. "Come on over here," he beckoned to the feline, holding his hand out.

He stepped to the side as the cat padded into the shower stall and sniffed at the water, getting some on his nose. He jerked his head back, then poked his head fully under the water, stepping into it. After a moment he was panting though.

"Too hot?" Mike asked, reaching to adjust the water. He watched the feline and turned the temperature down until the cat looked comfortable, then a bit lower and the cat gave him a look like he was offended. So he turned it back up to the comfort-kitty spot and the feline seemed satisfied. "Okay, now I need to…" he said, reaching to close the shower door, but he found that the other cat had piled into the shower with them.

"Much better than soaked clothing," Kris said, walking in stark naked and getting into the shower.

"Kris? You're…"

"Not wearing clothing in the shower either, silly. Sheesh, bro." She took him by the shoulders and grinned at him merrily. "Not even as much as we used to do when we were younger, and not nearly as much as we did in the game in the past few hours."

He glanced down at her briefly and blushed. She was his twin sister, and probably somebody would object to them doing stuff like this. But damn, she was hot too. He tore his gaze back up.

"Hah! Got a good look, great. Hell, if it comes to it, we can even fuck, dude. I'm on an IUD right now, so it's not like we'll have any incest babies."

She watched his face turn brighter red, then snrked and stepped up to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him passionately. His whole body stiffened at first, but after a few seconds he relaxed and only part of him stayed stiff.

"There. Much better," she purred, giving him a rub for good measure before stepping away and snagging the shampoo bottle. "Kitty washing first."

He sucked in a breath and tried to get his wits back about himself as Kris grabbed one of the shower heads and began wetting down one of the winged felines thoroughly. The cat seemed quite thrilled with this, wobbling happily in the stream of water and turning to get all the wet. So he grabbed the other shower head and started working on the second cat, who'd been turning about under the stream on his own. The cloudy-coated cat appreciated the assistance and stayed close to his legs, walking around him to get all the wet.

"Here, shampoo!" his sister exclaimed, handing him the bottle with her hand already sudsy. She'd set the shower head aside on low flow mode and graced the feline with a stripe of shampoo right down the middle of his back. Now she was rubbing it all in and using some of the suds on his dirty wings as well as he stretched them slightly for her. The shower was big, but not nearly large enough for the massive wingspans.

Mike took the shampoo and got a good lot down his cat's back, giving it a spritz with the shower before setting that aside. The extra water helped suds up the soap and he found himself strangely giddy as he massaged it through the thick fur. The cat sat and moved and turned almost helpfully. He started transferring suds to the wings and worked carefully to make sure he didn't rub the feathers the wrong way. There was something surprisingly satisfying about having a sudsy handful of cat rump with a purring feline at the other end. He was extra careful soaping around the cat's face. No tear shampoo but still probably not good for eyes, and this handsome kitty had very pretty blue eyes.

"Your cat is white!" Kris exclaimed, starting to rinse her feline. The words got his attention onto her enough that his softening anatomy was brought back to full mast, and this time he let his gaze linger for a moment as he enjoyed the view. With her back to him and her bent over double to wash the paws, it was a very inviting sight to say the least.

A lick at his thigh brought him back to the moment and he looked down at his feline. The suds were in a cute little cat hat. "Well, it's all soap bubbles," he said, shielding the cat's eyes with his hand as he rinsed the soap from his face.

"He's white under the bubbles too. The markings were just dirt." She glanced back at him and grinned. "Damn, lost your chance there, bro," she said with a grin as she straightened back up.

"Lost my chance?"

"Me bent over like that? You could've grabbed my hips and gone to town so easily," she pointed out, grabbing the shampoo bottle again.

"Didn't know you'd want that," he said, trying to hide his surprise.

"Didn't know you wouldn't," she teased, then faux pouted. "I guess I'd need a nice Redda tail to get your attention."

He guffawed. "Damn, Kris, you've been gone too long. I didn't know we didn't grow out of the play," he admitted. As the dirty water rinsed off his cat, he saw it was true. His was all white. Poor kitty had been so dirty. He grinned over at his sister. "Don't worry. I'd tap that without a tail."

"Keep your word and I'll visit a LOT more often," she said with a wink, bending over again to give him a view as she soaped up the puma-cat's belly.

He took a step in her direction to take her up on the offer, but the white cat head bumped his hip and turned to show off a still-dark spot on his tail.

"Take care of that dirty spot. She said we have to do everything they want. He wants a clean tail," his sister told him, grabbing the water to rinse her feline. "And you should probably wash his underside too. I'll let you figure that out. I'm gonna dry off and throw the fluffy towels they came with in the dryer to make them warm. They'll love that! It's gonna take a while, so no rush. I'm also going to see if there's anything else hiding in the bag." She grinned at his pout as she stepped out of the shower. "Don't worry, I expect you to tap that before we fly," she said with a wink.

Mike had a hard time getting his mind off the view she'd given him as he washed the tail nice and clean. Getting the kitty's underside wasn't a bend over task for him though, so he got down on his knees and sat back on his heels to soap up the white cat's chest and belly.

"Do everything you guys want, eh?" He leaned forward to wash feline thighs and upward. "How does that even work? I mean." He considered as he got the shower head and started using that and his hand to rinse the white cat from his chest back. "I guess I've known cats to ask for food and…" His words trailed off as he realized what he was rinsing when he reached the back end. "Oh my. That's about as big as mine," he said, feeling curiously. "Is that what a cat is normally shaped like, or is this special to winged cats?" He backed away a little from the purring feline he was feeling up and ducked onto his elbows to try to peek curiously at what he'd found.

"Two knot-like bulges in it," he murmured. "One halfway down and one near the base." He shifted off his heels to get his knees more comfortable as he tried to remember if he knew anything about normal cat anatomy. Then he turned his attention back to the white cat. "Well, I guess I made you kinda happy," he said with a smile, giving the purring pussy's cock a small stroke that the cat obviously enjoyed, based on his little hip thrusts.

"I shouldn't tease you like this," he finally said. "It's not…"

His words cut off as the puma cat grabbed his hips and grappled him from behind quite swiftly.

"Ack! Hey, what are you doing?"

"Looks like he's trying to hump you," Kris said helpfully as she came back in.

"Wait, what?" He tried to wriggle away but he couldn't move forward at all with the white cat in front of him, and the tawny one got a firmer grip to prevent escape.

"Just like the ferox did to me in the game," she offered. "Except you get to enjoy it with the real you. He wants to do it, so let him. I doubt he'll hurt you, but I'll help get him off you if he does."

Mike closed his eyes. He'd never done this in real life before. Only close on a dare for a bunch of money at a drunk party, but the other guy chickened out. Then as a Fen in the game, but that wasn't real. He felt something poke his taint, just above his balls, and took a breath. Okay, he'd try it. Better than failing the test.

He tilted his hips down just enough that he thought it helped the cat find his mark. Sure enough, the pressure changed and the cat seemed to notice the softer space and its give too. There was no tail to backstop the push here in reality, but the natural dimple directed the push decently. The rub as the tip started to sink in was surprisingly nice and as the feline's precum allowed a swift, slick slide, it began to feel better by the inch.

The change in pressure at the first bulge got him to tense a little, but then he relaxed and that thicker section slid in, stealing a groan past his lips. Feline hips began to rock, pulling out a little and then slipping back further than they'd been before, inexorably filling him inch by inch to the second bulge. Extra precum slipperiness and the rocking had him relaxed enough that the bulge at the base pressed in with nary a whisper of trouble, and this time the human arched his shoulders up and moaned.

It was somewhat distracting as the cat started licking the back of his neck. It was somewhat rough, but not too very scratchy. That was distracting him away from the steady pushing and the cat's cock delving into him. Wet fur against his back also added to the whole sensation, and even the soft touch of claws against his belly from the paws that were wrapped around his waist. He wasn't interested in getting away anymore though as his half-mast became full and he wasn't even aware of the white cat was long gone from in front of him.

The friend behind kept thrusting only up to the last bulge for some time, and only as he'd gone about half again as long as the Redda in the game did he suddenly get a firm grip with huge forepaws and impale the human fully down to his sheath.

Mike clenched his hands as he felt the cat's soggy, furred balls pull up against his own, then he gasped at the tense feline muscles and the throbs of the flesh that filled him as the winged cat let loose a bit of content kitty cream in the helpful human.

"You look like you liked that, bro," Kris murmured from behind him as the cat slowly pulled out and climbed off.

"Yeah," he answered, panting. "I… err… ooooooooh… oh goodness." The white cat took no time grabbing the man's hips for his own turn, especially after being teased by the rinsing. With the slick semen already in there and a smaller girth than the first, this feline friend didn't take any time to be slow, getting deep enough to press his sheath back in one swift push.

"Oooo, looks like I got him pretty needy. I was rubbing him a little while the other kitty got you," Kris said. "Wow, bro, you're twitching!"

He gasped as bare fingers wrapped around his own cock and what were small twitches before became much stronger ones. He'd considered this himself, but he wasn't sure that he'd want to do that with the kitty in him. But oh god, with the hand around his shaft and tugging and rubbing, it just felt so good.

"Dude, you're rock hard," his sister advised him, though he didn't need the alert to know that. With the cat humping furiously into him, it was all he could do to keep from moaning. "I wonder… if…"

She got a good grip around his cock with most of her fingers and reached to his tip with her index finger, then rubbed firmly from the very tip and right down the front of the tip like she'd done when they were younger and goofing around. He couldn't take that at all. His head tilted down and his back arched up as the feeling began to wash over him.

Massive feline jaws spread to either side of his neck and caught him in a firm but kind hold and his eyes shot open in surprise. With his chin to his chest he was in the perfect spot to see his sister grinning as she reached between the cat's legs to clutch her brother's cock.

He watched in disconnected wonder as his own balls yanked up and he felt the extra pressure as the cat drove into his clenching ass. A buck of his cock in her hand but her tight grip kept it all contained. Then the big feline orbs pulled up behind his and he saw the ripple of tension in the powerful thigh muscles as the winged male gave another desperate push into his ass before the tell-all buck of kitty cock unloading deep inside.

Kris's grip loosened just enough as he opened his mouth to moan his delight, his upside down view only adding to the excitement. The quick release of pressure let the second strong buck of his flesh loose its load and he didn't even care when the first spurt shot far enough to jump the distance and splash across his cheek and open mouth.

Every twitch of the cat inside him simply drove him to another throb, and each throb he had gave the kitty a squeeze that got a happy twitch. This feedback loop went on for a while before he finally got his eyes to stop rolling back in delight and focus on his sister's face behind…

"Kris…"

"Mmmm?" She squeezed him and made him squeak.

"Are you taking pictures with that phone?"

"Noooo."

"It sure looks like you are."

"I'm taking video, silly, which is much better. And anyway, it's your phone and it's locked, so nobody can get the video without it being unlocked."

"Incorrigible," he accused her, laughing lightly. The laugh made him clench on the kitty and that friend gave a happy hump in response.

"Encourageable," she corrected him, letting go of his cock as the tawny feline suddenly interjected his face in front of the man's and licked the cum off his cheek. She was giggling and still capturing video as the cat went tongue-diving into a feline kiss for a snowball from the human.

The tonsil-tagging tongue and the feline flesh both left him at the same time, the white cat giving him a congenial nuzzle and lick on the back of his neck. He started to sloooooowly slip on the shower floor until he got his arms and legs back beneath himself and stabilized, panting as both cats nuzzled and loved on him despite the soggy environs.

He climbed to his feet and found Kris nowhere in sight, so he took a moment to wash his face and rinse his rump before turning off the water. No sooner had he done so than he turned and found himself stepping back as each cat mantled his wings and shook furiously in turn, sending water droplets flying everywhere. Two turns each and then then looked quite different than the dirty kitties he'd first seen, their fur only mildly damp in little clumps.

"Warm towels!" Kris announced, dumping the basket of toasty terry cloth onto the bathroom floor.

Both cats pounced happily on the towels and then were taken aback at first by the heat. Then they went into rumbling purrs as they rubbed on the warmth and fluffed against them. Both siblings managed to get towels out from under the felines and used them to make pleased purr piles that got careful rubdowns so as to not damage feathers.

"Such good kitties," Kris cooed, bending over to hug the tawny one. "You liked getting clean and cleaning your pipes too, didn't you? Oh yes you did!"

Mike found himself admiring her rear again and was surprised to be getting stiff once more without any sign of numbness or tingles. He realized he was meditating on his state too obviously when his sister giggled.

"So the note might be telling the truth. It said they turned off your cooldown timer for your Fen and also in real life." She straightened up and headed out of the bathroom with a coy wiggle of her rump, and both winged cats followed.

"Turned off my cooldo…" He tilted his head. "Wait… what?" A quick poke at his pole did seem to be like it was a fresh boner. "They can do that?" he mused, amazed, before following out of the bathroom to see where they'd headed.

"You're still both ready too," Kris murmured to the cats as they got out to the living room. Both of them were flopped, stretched out on their backs with their wings half-extended to let the underside feathers air dry, and both of them were still peeking from their sheaths.

She dropped to sit beside the tawny one and rubbed his belly, eliciting a rumbling purr from him as he stretched out to have more tummy to be rubbed. "Your fur is so soft and nice now that you're clean," she said wonderingly as she scooted closer and carefully kneeled between his flank and his wing to rub his chest without mussing his feathers.

Her timidity about leaning over him and putting too much weight on him was broken when he prrped and grabbed her with both forepaws, glomming her into a happy hug. "Eep! Hey!" she exclaimed, giggling as he squirmed and tugged and shifted and pushed with paws, trying to move her. He finally was satisfied when she threw her close leg over his tummy to straddle it. With his full body length, she ended up trying to avoid putting her elbows on his wings and he was perfectly fine with her full body weight on his front as she finally just put her arms around above his head.

"Getting cozy with the cat?" Mike asked conversationally. "He's a little excited, so careful. If you scoot back too much, you'll get poked."

"Oh, really? How about you? Would you poke me nicely while I lay on a big kitty?" she asked coyly as the cat kneaded at her back and rump with big paws.

"Really?" he asked, a bit taken aback but obviously tempted.

"Yeah, really, silly," she said, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Put a knee on the ground on either side of his tail and it'll work just fine. Come on." She lifted her rear to show off to him and smiled happily as he took her advice, getting onto the ground behind the feline.

"You're a little far forward," he advised her, patting the cat paws and then tracing around one on her ass. "Their toes are so long," he murmured.

"Mmmf," she agreed, shifting her legs so her knees were back instead of forward as the cat she laid atop watched and purred. With the new position, the cat's legs were forcing hers spread and the tilt up of her hips as she lifted them with her legs a little put the feline's package just below her groin.

"Now I can reach," her brother said, rubbing his rounded cock tip in her folds as the cat stretched his legs back around the man, tugging on her ass cheeks and spreading them almost helpfully.

"Well, then quit teasing and get in!" she exclaimed. It was like the cat somehow understood her because he let go of her rump and grabbed her brother's ass instead, pulling him firmly and sinking him into her wet depths without any argument possible from either of them. Oooooo, MUCH better!

After watching the cats fuck Mike, she was so ready and needed this. The cat's grip was not letting her brother pull back, but she was okay with just being cozily filled with warm flesh. Feline hips rocking below her gave her the sensation like the cat was petting, though that was slipping lower on her as paws pulled both of them up a little.

Then she gasped as a feline cock tip got free from below her belly and slid up between her legs, past her clit before hitting Mike's cock as a backstop and pushing into her in front of him. She was NOT loose at all and even before it reached the first bulge it was getting to be too much.

"Owie, oof!" she winced and squirmed unhappily and the cat stopped, apparently sensing her discomfort.

"Cat in front… Ohgod, so tight… You're not okay with this though," Mike huffed, worried for her. He pulled back against the paws that were holding him in and the cat let him slip out. When she relaxed and the discomfort of being double-stuffed in one hole was gone, the cat was delighted to claim that wet hole as his own, tensing his belly and driving himself in until his sheath met Kris's clit.

"And now the cat took my place," Mike frumped.

"Y-you're nice and slipper-ery now," she huffed as the cat purred and clung, staying deep for the moment. "Use… hoo… use the other hole. SLOWLY until you get all the way in."

He sucked in a breath and followed her directive, pushing firmly and slowly starting to slip in, then rocking a little more in with each push. His groan of pleasure told her of immense effort on his part to hold back from just diving in.

Soon enough she was satisfied that it wasn't gonna hurt and clenched her arms and legs, hugging the kitty. "Okay, you're in enough, no more slow, bro."

The tawny feline acted like he understood her once again and moved his forepaws up to the man's back, pulling him down suddenly and forcing him forward and to sink into his sister, making both of them moan. Hind legs turned inward and the hindpaws glomped onto Mike's butt, pulling him forward to make sure there was absolutely no way he could avoid being pressed in as deeply as he could go.

"H-hey!" Mike exclaimed, then the weight on her back increased as a white pair of forepaws found her hips, hooked in front of the bottom cat's stifles.

With the paws on her hips pulling her up against him, and the paws on his back and ass pulling him down into her, the two humans were pretty solidly stuck in the middle as both cats went to town on them. Nothing was sliding much between the siblings but each drive of the cat into respective holes got a squeeze or a twitch from her or him respectively and altogether it was astoundingly delightful to her.

The pressure on her back seemed to tell of the white feline being slow and steady, while the cat that she laid upon wasn't holding back at all, driving her toward her heights. Each time he reached the limit of his own length, his sheath mashed its furry portion against her clit and made her squeeze both the cat and her brother.

Kris finally buried her face against the soft pelt and gave into the sensation, letting it wash over her until she was well beyond the point of no return. Her arms wrapped around behind the winged feline's neck and her legs clenched at his sides as she came explosively.

The furry friends were not to be left behind and were surprisingly coordinated. The pussy cat in her pussy clung to her brother tightly to pull her close and the first vicelike clench of her body got him to pop deep inside. But with both holes clenching, the warm, furry orbs didn't leave Mike's balls dangling, since her brother's sack was just as tight as her squeezes got him throbbing and spurting deep in her as well. The happy clench on her hips and pleased mrowl told the tale of the white cat being milked to fill her brother another time as well.

It took a while for them all to relax from the fun and the cats were very happy to keep the siblings in their grip, cuddling and purring all the while and not bothering to pull out. Only when the relaxation got deep enough for Mike to soften and slip out did the white cat climb off and the tawny one let the man go so he could take a deep breath and carefully lift himself off her.

She took her own breath and gave the cat she laid upon a squeeze, a little pang of happiness and regret as he let his haunches relax and his flesh slip out of her. "Damn, makes me wish I could've gotten a video of that too. But…" She wilted as she climbed carefully off the feline. "Now I feel bad though."

"Why?" Mike asked worriedly, rubbing her lower back.

"I think we maybe took advantage of them. Like how could they understand? That's not nice of us to do. In the game, I thought the animals were just programmed that way. Here, these are real creatures and they should be treated with respect even if they can't understand. Heck, how can they knowingly consent really?" She squeezed her eyes shut and hugged the kitty's hind leg to comfort herself.

"We can consent just fine," the tawny cat assured her, patting her shoulder.

"Well, yeah, instinct driving, not understand... under… what?" She opened her eyes and stared at the cat.

"Well, yes, but everybody has instinct," the cat said, his ears wriggling. "But we understand just fine." He opened his mouth in a feline grin.

Kris's mouth worked without sound for a few seconds, then she relaxed more but was confused. "I feel better now, but… why didn't you talk before? I think we thought you were just animals. Why didn't you tell us?"

"How you acted when you might think that, and how you respond to the revelation, and what you do as a whole… all part of the test," the white one said with a purr.

This time it was Mike's turn to take it all in stride. "I had a feeling you seemed too smart to just be animals. I figured if I was right, maybe you just couldn't make English words with your mouths. But I also figured I'd look silly trying to figure it out by testing you if you weren't, so I was working on the idea you were smart, and I'd be wrong if you weren't."

The white cat ruffled and folded his wings, then came back to Kris's side with her phone in his maw. He carefully took it with two toes and offered it to her. "Since you seemed to like videos, I set this up against the table leg to record that for you." He made a face and his ears laid to the side. "These things are hard to work with big paws, so I had to carefully use the tip of my tongue to touch it. Sorry about the cat spit on the screen."

She made a funny face, trying to keep from laughing, and ruffled him between his ears. "Thank you. I'm… I'm glad you understood and I hope you don't think poorly of me for either thinking you didn't know, or for doing this when I thought you didn't know."

The tawny one patted her again. "Neither of you instigated. He was curious about the anatomy, but beyond that he wasn't taking advantage. We're sorry we tricked you."

She pfffed. "No more being sorry, then. Nothing bad happened and everything was good, so no need to wreck it with sads."

The white cat fidgeted. "Well, you passed the test, but your plane was due to take off ten minutes ago, so there's that."

"What?!" she looked at the clock on her phone. "Shit!" They'd not paid any attention to how long they were goofing off in the game or afterward.

"Crap, we had to book those tickets weeks ago. It'll cost an arm and a leg to try to get them rescheduled," Mike fretted.

The tawny cat folded his wings and rolled onto his feet. "Well, get dressed, then. We'll fly you to get a flight there."

"I doubt flying to the airport on a winged cat is a good idea," Mike observed.

"Firstly, we hold you, you don't sit on us, so it's not on us," the white cat corrected him. "Secondly, we won't go to the airport. You've passed the test, so you can use some of our magic resources."

* * *

"They have no magic at all? I mean, like they're not even going to train as mages? And you want us to do WHAT?! How in the name of anything at all is this a good idea?"

I looked up at the ruby-scaled dragoness as Shad jumped off her back. "There's a lot of us involved in this project, and now you are too. It's critical."

"It just goes against everything I know about the world. I mean, obviously I don't know everything, but still. It's so unnatural."

I sighed. "It absolutely is unnatural. But the natural flow…"

"I know. Well, if this doesn't work, don't say I didn't warn you. Yet…" She laid her ears back, then wriggled them thoughtfully. "I hope it does work."

"This size is good?" the sapphire dragon called to me.

I turned and smiled. "Looks good."

Then a new voice echoed in the cave.

"A real DRAGON?! Fuck me blue!" Kris exclaimed, gazing at the red creature that was at least the size of a bus before you even added its head, neck, wings, and tail.

"I could, but it's not the time for it," a smaller, blue one responded, stepping out from behind the big ruby one. "Maybe later," he said with a wink.

"She didn't mean it that way, love," the red dragon told the blue one. "It was an expression of fuck her until she's blue, without a comma, not fuck her, comma, blue, like addressing you."

"I know, but the look on her face shows the joke helped."

Kris was giddy with excitement and trying not to giggle at the two joking as well, and together these kept her from freaking out. A glance at her brother showed him to be wide-eyed, but at least also taking it well.

"Kristina, Michael!" The man standing beside the red dragon had something about him that was hard to put a finger on. "I understand the test made you miss your flight, so we'll be taking you to LAX from here instead. Since both of these two need to head down there also, they're flying together with one of you on each. Kris, you'll be on Cara," he said, pointing to the big red dragon, "and you'll be on Cory, Mike. Cara will take all the luggage."

The winged cats had simply made their luggage vanish, but now it reappeared. That flight was very interesting, albeit short, but also very chilly. The warm kitty hugs as they were carried were the only reason the two humans were not shivering. Kris blinked down at a black cat that rubbed against her leg.

"So… I don't know if it's polite to ask," Mike said, "but like, are you just a normal person, or what are you? I don't know what to think now that all this stuff is suddenly going on."

The man smiled. "I'm a druid, so no, not normal. I'll be doing flight systems and logistics and I'll be your harness for the trip. Anyway, dragons fly quickly, but our flight plan with the FAA has us entering So Cal airspace in an hour. We should be on our way as soon as we can."

"In an hour?! It takes way longer to fly there from here!" Kris exclaimed.

"Like I said, dragons fly fast," he said. Then he patted the red dragon and vanished, and a harness suddenly appeared on her. Or… he BECAME the harness? She watched as a similar but much smaller harness appeared on the blue one as it walked over to her.

"I'm going to lift you up there," he said, nudging her and directing her with the front of his wing. Then he moved behind her, picked her up by the waist with both talons, and set her atop the red dragon. She didn't even have a chance to yelp in surprise, it all went so fast.

She settled immediately and found that the top of the harness was shaped in such a way that she could straddle it like a motorcycle and relax forward some, though she didn't have control over the dragon. She glanced over the side and saw Mike climbing onto the horse-sized blue dragon. Big difference in dragon sizes here.

"Comfy?" the harness asked her. Or at least she thought it did. Literally. It was asking her in her head with the same impression of voice as the man - the druid guy - had.

"Y-yes," she replied, then looked at the harness accusingly. "Any more surprises or weirdness before we go?" Then she pulled back from looking over the side as the black cat that'd rubbed on her leg jumped to the top of the dragon beside her in one graceful leap.

"Maybe some," the black cat admitted.

"Well, fuck," she said, but she couldn't help but grin.

"Not on the trip, but maybe later if you're still up for it," the cat replied, settling into a catloaf by her knee.

"Are all magical things way too into sex?" she asked curiously, noting that a similar cat was loafing behind her brother as the blue dragon spread its wings and launched into the cave air and out the hole at the top.

"Only the best ones," the cat replied cryptically, and then she was promptly distracted as massive wings the size of OMFG DRAGON WINGS spread to either side of her and she was pressed against the harness for takeoff.

As they exited the cave, Kris had a moment wondering how she would stay warm or not windburnt, but with their altitude quickly going up and the ground fading backward faster and faster under the swift stroke of the reptilian wings, she realized that there was no wind and it was a comfortable temperature.

But… landing at LAX? Were they serious?

* * *

"This is Brian," he answered the phone. He paused in mid-step. "The tower? Okay, on my way."

Working technology for the airport was demanding, but after what happened with that server years ago, he couldn't keep working at the game studio without having odd dreams. Here at least it was just normal stuff. Completely normal. No creepy or weird things at all. His hairs totally weren't standing on end right now. Nope.

He took the steps up and came out to find everything looking completely normal. Good. Somebody snagged him by the arm as he walked into the ATC area.

"This way," the pepper-haired woman holding his arm said, turning him and guiding him to a group of people gathered around consoles.

"2300 well under 1 above ground and following terrain? Seriously?" somebody was muttering.

"The radar and transponders agree though."

"With what little radar signal they have."

"Nope, no wake reports at all," somebody said, hanging up a hotline handset. "The air force says they don't get it either, but everything looks legit and they're not gonna worry about it."

Brian pursed his lips. Everybody in the group looked relatively important, though the pepper-haired woman seemed to be the most In Charge. "What's going on?" he asked as she pulled him over to the screens.

She pointed at two blips in exceptionally close proximity on the national radar tracking and then at their detail data on another screen. "What's going on here?"

His brow furrowed and he looked at the screens. Private flights DR4G01\1-S and DR4G01\1-R. Standard summary flight plans. Fine. Wait… Fuel = N/A? That wasn't even an option. That field in the database was numeric. Free flight without waypoints. Constant transponder. It also listed ZFW, RW, BRW, TW, and LW all as the same values, and the S one especially seemed way too low. Then he noticed the altitude and flight speed. Okay, yeah, there was definitely something going on here. He did some quick mental math and shook his head. No, the S flight shouldn't be able to go that fast at that weight.

"It… it's flight plan and flight data," he stammered.

"Without fuel? At that weight? At that speed and altitude? Is the computer even giving us good data?"

"I can't believe it could be right. I can start looking over log files and see what's…" Brian started to say, but she took his arm and took him away from the group and back towards the door.

"Your disbelief doesn't do anything at all," she huffed. She paused and headed back to the group, grabbing another man. "Steve, you come too." She promptly hustled them down the stairs and onto a field cart, radioing to ground control as she headed off.

"The flight plan lists them on approach outside the normal vectors for a no wash VL at private terminal C2 in five minutes, and at the speed they're coming in and their radio information, I believe it. What the dark do they mean by no wash?" She shook her head and Brian thought briefly of her odd choice of using the word 'dark' in that. "We're going to go find out what's going on."

"Woah, wait, I just got assigned here recently," Brian protested. "I'm a contracted server tech. Aren't there more important people than me who should be there instead?"

"If I wanted somebody else to accompany me, I'd grab them instead," she told him flatly, which shut him up. This felt way outside his pay grade though. Despite being well-paid. But still. Something about those call numbers felt off.

It was a four minute drive to the terminal and there was a stair truck with a driver waiting that she parked beside, but nobody else apparent. No ground crew, nobody apparently to meet folks. Brian pulled up data on his work phone as they went and shook his head. The request was to use the terminal for thirty minutes, there was no outbound flight for the craft though, but there was also no hangar destination listed. He heard over the woman's radio that the flights were on final approach perpendicular to the runways, so he didn't have much time.

His eyes kept pulling back to the call numbers. Then he pursed his lips and realized with a gasp what was wrong. "Steve! The call signs! Those are…"

"Dragons!" Steve exclaimed.

Brian paused. "What? No, those are backslashes. That's not even a valid character in the system." He looked at Steve like the guy was nuts, then realized that Steve was pointing and staring wide-eyed at the sky.

"No… no no no… this isn't… can't… not possible…" Steve muttered. He blinked several times as if he was resetting himself during this process, but each time he went back into mind-asplosion when he looked up again.

Brian followed his finger and froze stone still as a massive deep red dragon and much smaller stunning blue dragon touched down next to the building with not much dust stirred by their wings. A person got off a saddle or something that was on the blue one, then the blue dragon lifted a person off the red one before the red one unbuckled luggage from the front of its saddle.

"I, uh, guess I'll head back to the main terminals," the stair truck driver said nervously, pulling out and driving away.

The pepper-haired woman turned down the radio volume as more and more incredulous voices were asking about dragons. "Almost," she murmured.

Brian had a flash of an image in his mind of the red dragon suddenly turning on them and blasting them with flame, but though he winced, nothing of the like happened. He found his heart racing after the thought though and he had to catch his breath. Then he realized that the red dragon was indeed facing them. He was pretty sure she hadn't turned.

"Perfect," the woman said with a smile. "Thank you both for joining me."

Brian watched, stunned, as the harnesses and saddles on the dragons vanished and a third man was suddenly standing with the two people who'd been riding the dragons. The massive red one suddenly was much, much smaller, and gave all three of them a hug. Then the still-big blue one gave them hugs, before both dragons turned tiny - perhaps cat-sized at best - and took off into the sky. He tried to follow them as they flew away, but he soon lost track of the red and blue glints.

"Glad it worked," a new voice said nearby.

"Oh. Hey. Talking cat. Why not?" Steve said, defeated.

"Steve? Is that you? Sunnuva bitch!"

Brian glanced at Steve as the man looked confused, then recognition filled his features.

"Mike?! What the actual fuck, dude?!"

"There was none, and you know we both could've used that cash," the dragon rider pointed out.

"Th-that was years ago!" Steve stammered, his face turning red.

"Just joshing. You know my twin sister, Kris. I didn't know you came all the way down here for your internship."

"Yeah, I kinda vanished after the party, didn't I?" Steve sighed. "But seriously, I can't believe you just flew in on a fucking dragon! ATC was up in arms your whole trip!"

"We don't know if they're fucking dragons yet, but we might find out sometime," Kris said cryptically.

"And your lack of belief is ineffective, which is excellent," the pepper-haired woman told Steve. She got out of the cart and walked around to tug Brian out. "Steve, head back to the tower before you're missed. They'll want the full story out of you so you might want to take a detour on the way."

"Detour?"

"Bathroom," she clarified. "They're likely to keep you busy telling them stuff for long enough to have you dancing."

"Oh," he said numbly, then shifted to the driver's seat and headed off.

Brian was just looking between the two twins and the man and the woman. Then his gaze narrowed as he realized that the man and woman were studying him intently while the twins looked curious but fidgety with the lengthening silence.

"That was our ride back to the tower," he finally said.

"Oh, no worries. I'll get you back to the tower if you fully decline our offer." She shimmered and suddenly became a fox woman, her pepper grey hair now grey fur that covered her whole body. She also had way too many tails on her ass. Worse, Brian was fully aware that the fur covered her whole body, since no clothing did anymore.

"Oh, hey! Inari!" Kris exclaimed.

"You two have been doing excellently," she told them warmly. "Head in the doors there and turn left, then follow the signs for the main concourse and the pick up zones. You're on time. I'll talk to you again after you finish your vacation break and are ready to head home."

They nodded and grabbed their bags and headed off, and she watched them vanish through the doors before turning her attention back to Brian.

"So… Brian… You have skills we are sorely in need of, and we'd like to hire you on. I'm familiar with your current salary and its reduction compared to your prior position in Irvine the monetary portion of your salary will quite make up for it. We're also well aware of your - ah - surprise?... when you tried to shut down the server back then."

Brian jumped and shrunk in on himself a little. But this was so unbelievable. Not like the server situation where he'd almost been able to convince himself it was a dream. Yet even without the mention of salary, he was intrigued.

"I represent SKS. We make some games such as…"

Brian interrupted her with a groan. "Figured it'd be another game studio," he muttered, having flashbacks to his fright on the other server.

"Oh, don't worry. This is very different," she said, pulling a visor out from who even knew where. She handed it to him and he looked it over wonderingly. Huh. It even had his name inscribed in the metal. "Go ahead and put that on over your eyes. It's easier to show you directly."

He considered the visor and whether or not to put it on.

He shouldn't.

But he did...

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I took a deep breath. So it began. We were starting to tap into forces beyond what even the Kitsune could comprehend. "So, Brian suspends local disbelief," I said with a huff. "Safely at least. The dragonbreath still got squelched. "

"Only because of the net effect," she pointed out, carefully guiding the new human to sit so he wouldn't fall over in the MR system. "It's kind of an amplification of what we Kitsune normally deal with anyway."

"We'll need to be wary of people taking advantage of it, but at least there are still some safeguards. We could be in deep shit if those get broken though."

"It would mean hunting down the problems, and I don't think anybody would want to do that," she agreed. "It's already starting to impact the tapestry." She sighed. "I'm heading in to get our new 'employee' situated. Be safe."

Shadow looked at me and tilted her head. "Do you regret this?"

My response was swift. "Not at all. To do nothing would be accepting the original result, and that's unacceptable. We're unraveling the tapestry, but whatever's up was ignoring the linearity anyway. The unknown is better than known doom." I turned into a crow and took wing up to the roof to watch over the man. Things would still take a long time to get truly interesting, but I had a long time to be able to wait.